Unwarranted or Not - Roxas x Fem!Reader x Ventus Pt 1
I’m stuck in that stage again where Jesse McCartney songs just scream Roxas or Ven for me. So I’ve been listening to his music again. I honestly don’t know where this series is going but here we go.
This part was written while listening to the Turtle’s song “Jealous” from season 3 of The Masked Singer.
Part 1: Jealous
Giggling, I push the hair from my face. “Geeze, you’re a dork.”
The blonde frowns. “Come on! How was I supposed to know that Terra was about to run around the corner?!”
“I bet you he was thrilled to be covered in strawberry filling.”
He sighs, letting his face fall into his palms. “No, not really. But I was way more scared of Aqua when she found out I stole and then ruined her dessert.”
“Oh ho, I bet she was furious.”
His hands drag down his face. “Her glare is far worse than any spell she could’ve used on me.”
Today is Kairi’s birthday so everyone has gathered to celebrate. I’m only the newest addition to the party, having been introduced through my boyfriend. Apparently, everyone here is connected through some big event that I haven’t learned about yet, but that’s not important. I did learn about other worlds though and, boy, did I have a heart attack the first time I left my home world; he still complains that I almost crushed his ribs. Regardless, I’m part of the friend group now and they’re all great. I was accepted like I’d been friends with them forever.
For a while, the boy, Ventus, threw me off. He looks so much like my boyfriend that I could only stare for a moment. Once I got over the initial shock, the differences between them rang out clear as day. Down to their very presence, I could find all the differences in the world. I’m also very acutely aware that there’s a mild bitterness towards this blonde. However, while Ven isn’t exactly my type, that doesn’t mean he’s not a good friend.
I set my water bottle in the sand. “I’m impressed she had the self-control not to beat you.”
“That could partially be because Terra chased me all the way across the castle grounds by the time she found out.” I cackle at his torture. “So hey, I never got to ask, how did you and Roxas meet?”
The grin already on my lips widens. “It’s actually kinda funny. I was-”
“Hey, ______.” I look towards the group of others where Roxas is waving me closer.
“Just a minute,” I call back, before returning my attention to Ven. “Sorry. Anyway, I needed to-”
“______!” I look again. He’s wearing a frown as he waves me on again.
Miffed, I shout back, “Hold on! I’m telling a story!”
Ven laughs. “Maybe you should go see what he wants. You can tell me later.”
I sigh. “Sorry. I’ll be back.” I dust the sand from my shorts and wander over. I’m a bit perturbed when the rest of them start heading down the beach. “What’s up?”
“We’re gonna start some games. Come on.”
I don’t follow and he stops to look back. “I don’t feel like playing games right now. I’m just gonna talk to Ven and maybe bother Namine and Aqua.” I lean in to kiss his cheek. “But you have fun, ‘kay.”
His frown doesn’t go unnoticed but I am my own person; I can choose not to do something. When I settle back onto my towel, I see him still watching me, so I give a smile and wave. His glower doesn’t change but he does join the others in their games.
I chat with the friends that come to join me at various times, but Ven stays nearly the whole time so he’s my main conversation partner and a goofball at that. It’s still worth noting that Roxas frequently glances towards me with a glare that I’m sure I’ll have to answer to later.
“No way! Then what?” Ven chuckles.
I wipe a tear from my eye, hardly able to keep from giggling. “Well, Hayner’s freaking out trying to figure out where the voice is coming from and I’m on the floor, laughing so hard I’m crying ‘cause I can’t keep a straight face to save my life. And then Pence-”
Without warning, a hand wraps around my arm and pulls me to my feet. Roxas looks thoroughly annoyed.
“Ah! Hey!”
“I need you to come with me,” he says firmly.
“Uh, can it wait two seconds?” I manage to get out.
“Nope” and he pulls me away towards the shack leading up to the bridge. I look back at my friend who shares my shock but does nothing.
“Rox? Roxas, where are we going?” He doesn’t answer, just drags me along. “Hey, what’s going on? Roxas!” In the dimly lit wooden structure, he forcefully closes the door and we stand in silence. “Babe, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” he retorts. I raise a brow at him. “What?!”
“We’re standing in a dark, little shack when we’re supposed to be celebrating a friend’s birthday with our other friends.” The blue eyes avoid me, turning a glare on the darkness. I chuckle a little and rest a hand against his chest. “Come on. Tell me what’s bothering you.” When his eyes instead move to the ceiling, I slip my arms around his neck. My mischievous side leaks through as I lean closer to lowly threaten, “Don’t make me force an answer out of you.” I ever-so-lightly brush my nose along his jaw. “Though I wouldn’t mind another chance at marking that pretty skin of yours.” I know it’s working when goose bumps bloom across his skin and his inhale comes with a shudder. “That sounds like a yes to me.”
“It’s Ven,” he quickly utters.
I reign in my antics. “Ven? What about him?” His annoyance is replaced with the look a child would wear having been caught in the cookie jar. “Come on. Keep talking.”
“I don’t like that you’re hanging out with him so much,” he mumbles.
Ah. Jealousy. “Oh babe,” I soothe. “You don’t have to worry about him.” I walk my fingers along his shirt. “You know I’m crazy about you. I didn’t even push you off the clock tower when I thought you were nuts, spouting off about other worlds.”
“You were gonna push me off the clock tower?!”
“No. I did consider a couple psychiatrists though.” I pinch his cheek. “I’m so smitten I was willing to help you through whatever psychosis you had.”
Roxas shakes me off. “Bet you feel like a fool now.”
I shrug. “Point is, I love you, Roxas. And no one’s going to get in the way of that, especially Ven.”
A glint of something dark sparks in his eyes. “You know we’re practically the same person, right?”
“Pfft!” It takes a huge amount of effort to not break down laughing.
Roxas looks as if I’ve just insulted him; granted maybe I have. “What?!” he demands indignantly.
“I’m sorry, but you and Ven are nothing alike,” I reply, straightening up.“
“That doesn’t sound very comforting.”
“And why not?” He hesitates. “Sure, he warms up to people easily and he’s a bit more outgoing and social than you, but the fact that you’re more choose-y with your friends makes them all the more important. Besides, you know you’re smarter than he is, right?” A brow rises at me. “Look, he’s a great friend and all, but when you spend five minutes pulling on a door that says push, you’re not the brightest cookie.” Finally, Roxas breaks and smiles at my joke. “And honestly, you are way hotter than he is.”
“How-”
I tap a finger against his nose. “I just can. It’s really not that hard. You are two completely different people and you’re the one I love. So stop being jealous.”
He heaves a sigh, but his arms finally slip around my waist. “I don’t know about that.” The butterflies flutter when he leans in. “I’m not exactly worried about you being attracted to Ven.”
I can’t help the grin. “You think Ven’s attracted to me?” I laugh.
He’s turned my earlier mischief on me, lips grazing my ear. “I’d be surprised if he wasn’t. You’re too beautiful for your own good.” The heat races along my spine when his teeth tug at the skin. A squeak escapes me. “Mmm, but maybe I’ll just take your idea and let everyone know you’re taken.”
“Rox-” I can’t finish his name before his mouth is at my neck, pulling a soft moan from me. In response, the boy forcefully puts my back to the wall, successfully putting me under his spell.
Roxas, while less outgoing than Ventus, has a sort of hidden side. He’s more reserved and can sometimes come off as cold, but the moment you become a friend, it’s as if a switch has been flipped. He can be quick to anger or blissfully happy and is rather outspoken. So it goes without saying that dating him means seeing even more of that; seeing the desperation and desire—the things he displays only in these private moments.
“Ow!” I hiss.
He finally breaks his hold, but lingers a moment to soothe the sting with his tongue. A shudder ripples through me when he trails up my neck. The fingers at my hips tighten their grip, signaling that he’s not done. The next thing I know, his mouth is at mine, demanding everything: my attention, my consent, my love. Of course, he has it all; not that the flustered mess he’s turned me into could really argue with him. His kisses have always been messy and greedy; like he’s a dying man and this is his cure. It always makes me weak knowing that his feelings are true, that this is how he really feels. That and the show of dominance is kind of hot.
When he retreats, his eyes look me over. I’m flushed and gasping and quite frankly I’m prepared to die of suffocation as long as I can keep kissing him. A smirk appears on his lips.
“You really are beautiful, you know that?”
“I think you’re a little biased,” I breathe.
“So?” he hums, forehead resting against mine. “You’re mine. Does it matter what anyone else thinks?”
“I suppose not,” I laugh. “Are you gonna stop being jealous now?”
