#denif x reader

[imagineelrios]

A scenario of the El Masters being jealous of their S/O who plays Otome games please!

“What is that?” Denif asks.  You hide your phone against your chest.

“Um, nothing?”

Denif turns to you, golden eyes narrowing in suspicion.  “Nothing?”

You squeak.  He crosses the room and carefully pries your phone away, staring at the picture.

“Hmm,” he says.

You grimace.

“Should I be worried?” he asks finally, looking to you.  You shake your head.

“Then I won’t be.”  He gives your phone back to you and pats your head.  “What you do in your spare time is none of my business unless you want it to be.”

He’s… surprisingly chill about this, actually.  It’s kind of concerning.

Ebalon doesn’t even bother asking.  He just does that ghost thing where you don’t notice he’s there until he’s standing over your shoulder, his breath hot on your ear, watching you select conversation options.  When you jump in surprise, you hit his chin with your shoulder.

“Sorry!” you yelp, turning around to him.  “Don’t do that!”

“Hmm.”  Ebalon stands straight, rubbing his bruised chin.  “What are you playing?”

“A game.”  You turn your phone face-down.  Ebalon gives you a very unconvinced look.

“A game.”

“It has a good story?” you try.  At that, Ebalon’s face relaxes and he shrugs.

“As long as you’re just playing it for the story, it’s okay.”

“It’s unfair,” Ventus whines as he flops down next to you and stares at your phone.  You take a breath, ready to convince him that you still love him and you just play these games for the storyline, but-

“How come you get to date beautiful boys and I don’t?”

You sputter.  Lincy hits him.  Ventus pokes at your phone screen.

“You don’t think I’m beautiful?” you manage after a good fifteen seconds.  Ventus kisses your temple.

“Of course you are!  But those are anime boys.  They’re out of your league, honey.”

You would be totally justified in slapping him right now.

“I remember this game,” says Solace as he watches you play.  There’s no point in trying to hide it from him.  He’s been watching you for the past five minutes.

“Yeah?” you ask.  He nods.

“I learned how to be romantic from it.”

You choke on nothing.  Solace waits for you to recover.

“You played this game?” you finally sputter out.  Solace nods.

“Of course.  No matter what questionable decisions you have to make, the characters are compelling and there’s a semblance of plotline.”

Apparently, there are a lot of things you don’t know about your boyfriend.

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May I request Denif x Reader headcanons? ;o;

Denif REALLY likes holding your hand. Honestly he doesn’t care if it’s sweaty or not. He’ll hold on even tighter.

In all fairness, there’s a 50/50 chance he’ll be shorter than you. In the case he’s taller, he will gloat. Nonstop. He’ll call you the cutest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

If you’re taller, however… He’ll demand to be the big spoon when cuddling. If you say no, Denif will be a pouty little spoon.

He really hates short jokes, but the ones you make are funny to him. I guess it’s just because he’s got a cute s/o that he loves.

Denif is an el master, so of course he’d have a lot of important jobs to take care of. But you’re the most important in his eyes.

He can kinda control the water, so expect some fancy and gorgeous water show thing when you’re in Hamel together.

Your first kiss with Denif is short and sweet. His cheeks are about as red as his nose in Avalanche’s lair (it gets pretty red).

Ear nibbles. He’s a sucker for those.

and hand massages

as well as kissing your fingers

don’t forget neck kisses

dw he doesn’t leave noticeable hickeys,,,

i promise he’s a good boy

just a little too “good” sometimes

Denif loves to stand and hold his arms around your shoulders when you’re sitting. It’s romantic and comforting to him.

also he gets really protective of you when you face Solace

NSFW i guess

He gropes you in public (or during meetings where he brings you)

you’re surprised your little squeaks of pleasure didn’t attract attention

the priestesses constantly ask you how good an el master is in bed

your response is a red face and a thumbs up

your sides still ached from the evening before

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Can I request a scenario for Denif who thought his s/o was dead only to find out that his s/o was alive? Please inject some angst and fluff please! Thank you in advance!

He stares in complete and utter shock, frozen on his feet. You try your best to smile, to bring a smile to his face, but he stands motionless.

Finally, five words fall from his lips.

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

You sigh. You were afraid this would happen. “It seems that’s not the case.”

Denif’s sleeves sway. You realize it’s not the wind - he’s shaking from head to toe, struggling to keep his tears from falling. “You’re supposed to be dead,” he repeats. “I watched you fall into the volcano. I toppled that volcano to find you. How are you here?”

“Let’s not worry about how I survived,” you tell him gently, gathering him into your arms. God, you’ve missed the scent of Denif’s hair, the feeling of his rough hands on your shoulders. “I’m back, Denif.”

Denif cries, and you let him drown his tears in your arms.

[imagineelrios]

Can I ask for some male reader x Denif fluff where Denif finally confesses his undying love for his beloved?

“When dragons mate,” Denif says thoughtfully as you both stroll through the Water temple of Elrianode, “we mate for life.”

You glance at him, but he’s not looking at you.  The scent of water lilies in the air is intoxicating.  The soft splash of water and the murmur of people looking at Denif, the Water Master walking with a human, fades to a background hum in your mind.

“So we try to avoid taking mates that don’t have our longevity,” Denif continues.  “But sometimes, we can’t help it.”

You two reach the silver altar, the crystal bowl full of still water sitting on top of it.  Denif stops and turns to you.  His fingers dip into the water with barely a ripple.

“Like my love for you,” he says softly.

Your breath seems to catch in your throat.  Denif’s eyes are gentle, light playing across the waves and making them gold at the horizon, depths you’ve lost yourself in many times before.  His free hand grasps your wrist.

“So, if you want,” he says, and then hesitates.  You get the feeling that he’s nervous.  “If you return my feelings, I can share my lifespan with you.”

“Immortality?” you manage to say, your mind spinning.  Denif inclines his head.

“Not quite.  But close enough.”

You can’t say anything.  Denif tilts his head, waiting for a response.  Finally you manage one.

“If this is your confession, it’s better than anything I could have come up with…”

He smiles.  “So, you consent?” he asks, lifting his fingers dripping from the water.  You nod.

“I’ve loved you for years, Denif.”

He draws some sort of sigil on your forehead with El-infused water and one gentle finger.  You feel a quiet calm seeping through you.  Your muscles relax involuntarily.  Denif catches you before you collapse to the floor.

“Rest, my beloved,” he says, his face and voice wavering in and out.  “We have centuries to be together.”

[imagineelrios]

Denif x Hennir zealot! Reader? angst and a happy ending?

You wake up in a soft, unfamiliar bed.  You flail for a moment - what’s happened? - but then you feel a hand on your forehead, and a curious peace comes over you.

You open your eyes.  Denif is hovering over you.

“You’re awake,” he notes, and lifts his hand from your head.  “Do you remember anything?”

You rack your memory.  There’s not much there. Just the cult, and the stone they told you to press to your chest, and the agony-

“Oh,” you manage, and lurch to the side.  Denif waits patiently as you empty the contents of your stomach onto his floor.  When you turn back around, there’s an expression of sadness on his face.

“They tried to corrupt you into a monster,” he says, confirming your fears.  “Dear, I’m sorry.  I should never have asked you to continue that undercover mission.”

“It’s alright,” you try to reassure him.  “We learned a lot-”

“It wasn’t worth nearly losing you.”

There’s a surprising vehemence in his tone which makes you fall silent.  Denif reaches for your hand.

“My love…” he whispers, and kisses you on the mouth.  “I swear, I will protect you to the best of my ability.  There will be no more risks.”

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Can I have a continuation of /post/164295380769/can-i-ask-for-a-scenario-of-the-el-masters-asking where reader decides to go with Denif? Thanks in advance!

(Previous ask here!)

When you choose Denif and hold out the Pocky stick with your teeth, he looks surprised.  Then he carefully closes the distance between the two of you and leans in, almost apprehensively, to take the other end of the stick in his mouth.

“So we’re both trying to get the most, right?” he asks, the words kind of muffled.  You nod and start chowing down.

The two of you meet more on Denif’s side of the stick than in the middle, and for a few seconds, it’s all touch and go and vying for the last little bit of the stick.  Then Denif does something weird with his mouth.  You feel sharp little dragon teeth scrape across your lip, and the Pocky stick slip from your jaws.  You stumble back and stare at him.

Denif grins, flicks out a forked dragon tongue, and swallows the rest of the Pocky stick, his physiology returning to as human-like as he’ll ever be.  “I win,” he says calmly.

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Sooo what about a jealous! Denif x reader. Reader and Denif are in a restaurant (something like that) and someone starts flerting with her and the little dragon gets mad! I LOVE YOUR BLOG, NEVER STOP PLEASE! YOU ALL ARE LIKE MY LIFE NOW! Thanks :3

“What, did your date ditch you?” asks the (admittedly handsome) waiter, clinking down a plate of pie that you didn’t order in front of you.  You open your mouth to set him straight, but he just keeps going.

“I can’t imagine why anyone would ditch someone as absolutely sweet as you.  Would you maybe like me to make up for him?  Dinner together, after-”

“What are you doing?” asks Denif coldly.  You stop trying to explain in favor of seeing the look of shock on the waiter’s face.  It’s quite obvious, the exact moment when he realizes he was just flirting with an El Master’s date.

“I- uh, sorry, sir, I didn’t-”

Denif gives him a look.  The waiter scrams.  Denif sits down across the table from you and reaches across, taking your hand.

“He didn’t do anything, right?” he asks, his eyes almost gleaming in the low light, the soft press of his hand both possessive and comforting.  “Because I won’t stand for it if he did.”

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Somehow, Denif manages to get drunk and his s/o has to deal with him for the rest of the night. inject as much crack as possible thanks-

Denif reeks of alcohol,you think as you do your best to support him and keep him upright. Dragons have really high tolerance too, so he must have had guzzled gallons to become as drunk as this. You sigh a little and do your best to usher him back to his room. It’s hard, though, when he’s practically voicing his complaints out loud to the whole temple.

“No one…. hic… no one here appreciates my hard work enoouuughh,” he wails, stumbling along in your grasp.

“We all appreciate you, you’re the reason anything gets done around here, you know?” you try to reassure him.

He doesn’t seem to hear you though, since he continues sniffling and mumbling something through his hiccups. “And then eeeeeeveryone makes fun of me for my height…. When I’m older than most of their grandfathers… Wait. That’s Rosso,” he grunts, pointing at something in the distance. You’re not sure what he sees since the courtyard is empty, but he pries himself out of your grasp and staggers over, yelling profanities at… a flagpole. “Stupid Rosso! This is the last time I’m eeeever going to do your extra paperwork for you!”

Embarrassed for him, you follow him and grab him from behind and try to calm him down before anyone else sees or hears. He flails around in your grasp, but eventually gives up and goes limp, letting you drag him off. He looks up at you, his expression looking as if this was the first time he’s seen you clearly that night. “Oh… you’re here,” he says, rather anticlimactically, but then a small smile spreads on his face. The sweet moment is broken though because a tree catches his eye, and then he furiously tries to wrench himself out of your grasp one more time.

“SOOOOLAAACEEEEE!!!”