he just can’t take a hint! you’re hopelessly in love with him, yet he’s too hung up on soccer and michael kaiser.
oh, god, don’t even mention michael. world’s best striker? more like world’s biggest jerk!
he caught on that you liked alexis pretty early on. and whenever you’re—unfortunately—alone together, he teases you about it.
back to alexis, though. who even cares about that blue-haired rat…
you drop hints back and forth, he’s almost too dense to be cute. almost.
you hold eye contact a little longer with him. that’s surely a sign!
you search for him first in any room. that’s surely a sign!
you stand and walk beside him at any given chance. surely that’s a sign.
you tell your friends all about him; his little v-shaped smile, the way his eyes light up animatedly, the way he laughs, his shy demeanor but confidence when he’s passionate…
what’s not to love about him?
and he’s so gentle. he’s polite; the nicest a boy has ever been. he hovers his hand over the small of your back in crowded spaces, asking you through a whisper beside your ear, “is this okay?”, before he guides you around.
he holds your hand sometimes, keeping it nice and simple. palm on palm, your fingers resting on the back of his hand.
it’d be so intimate to interlace your fingers with him…
very, very rarely, when things are rough and he can tell you’re upset—he always does, but often chooses to protect your self preservation, thus often doesn’t point it out—, he moves your hair out of your face, holds you close and presses a tender kiss to your forehead.
oh, but that’s just what friends do, it seems.
if only this stupid boy knew just how much of a fool he is. just how much of a fool in love, you are.
on the flipside, though, michael kaiser swears that alexis never shuts the fuck up. the boy’s delusional, for sure.
on and on about how you’re surely dropping hints.
like, you don’t hold eye contact with anyone. but you maintain it with him, and for long periods, at that. that’s surely a sign!
you find him first in any room, that’s surely a sign!
you stand and walk beside him, like, always. surely that’s a sign.
and you’re so perfect. what’s not to like about you?
your charming smile, your entrancing laugh, your eyes that shine with every grin… you’ve got him enamoured!
if only silly you knew just how much of a fool you are. just how much of a fool in love, he is.
I want to request rivals to lovers with Ness. What about rivals Ness, who secretly slipping chocolate into the reader's bag or locker.
Thank you❤️
➴ ︎loathing, unadulterated loathing!
➴ ness is trying so hard to hate you, the brand new campus darling. why? because you threaten kaiser's throne in popularity, and he can't turn his back on the man who stood by his side in his lonely days. if only you weren't so sweet and charming... if only he wasn't at the verge of giving in before you even started trying.
Ness hates you, he swears he does.
He hates your fake smile, your feigned kindness and your backhanded politeness. But overall, he hates the fact that he can't prove any of those.
You've been sweet to him from day one, and it's been the same with everyone. But though it may seem like his dislike has no valid motivations, he has a list of reasons for why he (tries to) give you the cold shoulder.
A physical list, mind you.
First, you're too nice with everyone. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but people who are overly polite are often people pleasers or manipulators. Source? Common knowledge, or whatever. It's valid enough in his book.
Second, and more importantly, you're technically rivals. Ness has worked so hard to help keep Kaiser on top of everything in college, and academics are included in that scheme. The blond had a perfect reputation to build and maintain, and Ness was commited to help him achieve it. Enter you, transfering out of nowhere and challenging his throne by getting perfect marks and being a joy to be around. The threat to his mission was unacceptable, so now you're technically competing against each other (unknowingly by your side).
Kaiser and Ness were each other's day one, and that's something to be honored. That's what Ness thinks, at least, which is why this particular reason is circled in red in his notebook. Must not forget.
Third and last, is... literally whatever he comes up with in the day. Maybe you looked at him for a bit longer than usual, so he deemed you were plotting something against him. Or you explained how to solve a difficult equation unprompted, and he convinced himself you were trying to boast your knowledge.
He needs to write something new every day, something that can remind him that he cannot give in to your faux charm. So he rereads his reasons daily, determined to stay focused on besting you.
He really tries his hardest to tell himself you deserve his hate.
But perhaps it is because, deep down, he acknowledges you're too sweet for him to resist.
Ness has a hard time admitting it, but before kaiser could even feel threatened by your presence, even seeing you around brought him quiet comfort. It was bearable before, his heart beating faster in his chest whenever you two spoke, but now that he tries to repress it, things have gotten worse.
Maybe he avoids you because of the way your honeyed voice echoes in his head, making him feel lightheaded. Averts his gaze when you walk in to resist the urge to admire you. Grits his teeth when you lean close to distract himself from the scent of your perfume. Tells himself you're evil, due to the way you dominate his thoughts.
Maybe Ness doesn't know how Kaiser, his only friend, would react if he got closer to his rival, so he pulls away.
But oh, maybe it's too late and you've charmed your way into his heart for good.
And though he's pretending not to see the signs, the clock is ticking, and it's only a matter of time before he's forced to face them.
જ⁀➴
It happens on a day like any other.
You, Kaiser and Ness are at lecture, eyeing the results of the latest test. The three of you share most classes together, coinciding due to finding a way to always pick the best teachers. Kaiser approaches you with his confident smile, asking to compare scores as usual. And though you both had gotten the highest score, he notices you have a "plus two" neatly written in the corner or your test.
His nose scrunches, looking at you in confusion. You were technically neck to neck, but that extra score makes you stand out from him. Kaiser doesn't question it, congratulating you with a tight smile before walking off. But Ness knows he's bothered, so he does the research on his behalf.
"How did you get that?" He asks, turning to face you in a whim. Ness couldn't care less for the information himself, he just wants to be useful to Kaiser. He's content with the scores he gets, which are pretty good considering he's the one taking and reading his notes aloud to help the blond study. He doesn't want to stand out, but his friend lives for it. And the frustration from not understanding how you surpassed him is getting to him.
"Ah, I don't really know..." You scratch your neck sheepishly, making his irritation flare up slightly. You think for a bit before adding, "He might have liked the way I structured my responses. He pays closer attention to the sections of the exam that require you to elaborate, rather than the multiple choice ones."
Now, that makes little sense to him. How did your answers catch the teacher's attention while Kaiser's didn't? Having a way with words was his whole thing. Ness exhales heavily, annoyed at both you and himself. He'd like to think of you as the teacher's pet and say this is preferencial treatment, but he's seen how hard you work for your results (though he often willingly ignores that and chalks it up to luck).
Even while acknowledging that, he is also aware that he and Kaiser work hard, too. Admiration, irritation and other feelings he ignores twist in his chest uncomfortably as he overthinks the matter.
"How do you do it...?" He whispers unconciously, biting his lower lip.
And like the good little helper you like to be, you perk up.
"I just study like everyone else. You should try to pick techniques that adapt to you, as not all work the same for everyone."
"I know that," Ness grumbles, letting you know your advice isn't helping. You refuse to give up, speaking again.
"You know what helps me relax and remember before exams? Eating chocolate." He gives you and incredulous look, and you grin, "It sounds stupid, but I read it can help boost your focus. I started doing it, and I find I feel more relaxed during tests."
"Are you messing with me?" Ness mutters as he crosses his arms, feeling toyed with. But your expression only grows brighter, a breathy laugh leaving you as you shake your head.
"No! I promise. You can argue it's placebo effect if you want to, but I really think it has helped me!"
And as easy as that, you give yourself permission to ramble on.
"I usually bring dark chocolate in my bag for this, as it has a higher cacao concentration." ...He's barely listening, getting lost on the bare sound of your voice. "But actually, they're a bit too bitter for me, I prefer chocolate truffles. Caramel is my favorite! It has a richer taste. So even if they may not 'work' as well, at least it improves my mood. I keep a few in my bag too to cheer myself up."
Ness huffs, telling himself this conversation is ridiculous. You seem to catch this, taking it humorously.
"Do you not like chocolate?" You ask, propping your chin on your hands.
"I do... in cake, mostly. Sachertorte is my favorite." Ness muses softly at your question, pleasantly thinking of his favorite pastry. He's quick to catch himself reminiscing, cursing himself for lowering his guard with you. "I just don't see how it would work."
Ness actually thinks your idea is very whimsical, struggling to believe you're trying to deceive him. But while he brainwashes himself, you dig into your bag and place a neatly wrapped chocolate truffle on his desk, before taking another for yourself.
"Here, then, this one's for you. You don't have to try my technique if you don't want to, it's just a treat."
You stand up, his magenta eyes following you in shock. But before he can say anything, you squeeze his shoulder in a friendly manner and pick up your bag. "I have to go now. Don't give up, okay?"
Ness watches you leave, mouth agape and face flushed. The audacity to just leave after rendering him speechless, humming happily as you munch on sweets, no less! And what do you mean, 'don't give up'? You must be mocking him, acting all high and mighty like that!
Ness frowns at the chocolate you left, tearing his gaze away right after.
He still puts it in his bag, cheeks growing a darker shade of pink.
જ⁀➴
That little number of yours made Ness' state get worse.
He stares at the chocolate sitting on his nightstand for longer than needed, before popping it into his mouth to 'get rid' of it. The flavor explodes in his mouth, a hum of delight escaping him. Salted caramel, he notes. He can see why you prefer it over regular dark chocolate.
The taste lingers long after he swallows, and he begins regretting he even tried it. He flops around in his bed, before taking out his notebook.
His daily affirmations about you still there, waiting to be reread. Picking up a pen, he goes over them again.
You're probably faking your kindness.
You and him are literally rivals.
For empty number three, he fiddles with his pen for some before pressing it against the paper.
3. You give out gifts with ill intentions.
That's today's affimation. He closes the notebook and gets up, getting himself a glass of water. He can still taste the caramel in his mouth after, making him groan. Now he'll struggle even more to stop thinking about you. He wishes he truly believed you did it maliciously.
Ness returns to his room, checking his phone. a text from Kaiser sits in his notification bar, asking if he got any valuable info from his exchange with you. He denies it, knowing it would be better to keep quiet than describing everything you told him. He plops in his bed and sighs, glancing at the empty wrapper in the nightstand.
This is getting more difficult than he thought it'd be.
જ⁀➴
The next week, Ness arrives to the campus alone.
It's February 14th, meaning that Kaiser would be busy with other people's attention today.
He doesn't mind, it's to be expected. Actually, he thinks it's good, so the blond would get his mind out of his worries for a moment and bask on some well deserved praise (in his opinion).
Ness isn't as popular in these dates, mostly due to being overshadowed by Kaiser. But again, he's not bothered. A few people tend to walk up to him, anyway, kindly gifting him pieces of chocolate as it's customary. And for him, that's more than enough.
Ness is not needy to strangers, he doesn't need the extra attention.
Used to not standing out, he greets people normally and heads to lecture early as usual.
But he's forgotten one thing: You, the variable, are here this time around.
And though he fights it, his attention is turned to you the moment he steps in the classroom.
The first thing he notices is that you came early as well, and are being swarmed by the students already inside. While Kaiser was held back outside, you exchanged greetings and small gifts with those already in. He's sorta curious on who is more busy with people at the moment. But none of this out of the ordinary, so he makes a beeline to his seat and begin's reviewing the lecture's material.
He can ignore the idle chatter from the students surrounding you.
What he can't overlook is their choice of gift.
Most students are gifting you dark chocolate, probably because they've seen you eat it the most. And it's a really small detail, but after your conversation, he can't help but focus on it.
They don't know it's not actually your favorite, that it's only a practicality for you. They don't, yet he, the one supposed to hate your guts and actively plan your demise (dramatic, sure, but let him keep the mindset) does and is doing nothing with that information.
He finds it ironic. Shouldn't you have enough friends that could know that about you, given how popular you are? It's trivial information, so maybe you never mentioned it to anyone like with him, but still... someone should have asked you.
Isn't it just a bit sad? Getting misread so widely. Had he been your friend, he'd probably do something about it. It's pretty early, and the professor doesn't arrive exactly on time anyway. It would be perfectly plausible for him to go out of his way to boost your day with a kind action.
But Ness loathes you, remember. He's commited to keep his distance. So he shrugs and looks away, forgetting the issue.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Isn't it so peaceful?
જ⁀➴
Ness fucking hates his life right now.
He's weak, okay? He's weak.
He's feeble, helpless, frail, and defenseless when it comes to you and your tactics.
He's been writing evil evil evil evil evil evil evil evil over and over in his little notebook to remind himself that this a bad idea, but he's still stealing looks at you and your bag to know when it's a safe moment to drop you his gift.
Because yes, Ness found out where to get the chocolates from the exact brand of the ones you like, slipped out of class to get it and is now waiting for a chance to leave it for you.
This is bad! A true violation of loyalty to Kaiser. But he comforts himself by giving it to you in secret. It's an anonymous, benevolent gift, an one time thing that he can detach himself from. If nobody knows, it's as if it never happened. So when he's sure your back is to your open bag and that you won't turn around, he nimbly walks near and carefully drops it.
And how lucky he is that it falls in the open pocket.
Mission acomplished...?
જ⁀➴
If this was all casual, just a whim of his part, why is his heart beating so fast?
Lecture's over, a momentary distraction, but after catching a glimpse of you picking up your bag, his breath escapes him.
Kaiser, who came in after getting his dear dose of attention, is already standing up to leave. But Ness eyes are zeroed on you, watching the way you halt and squint at something inside your bag.
You find the truffle he left for you, confusion written across your face. He wishes he could get a closer look at your reaction... but his dissapointment doesn't last long, as you turn slightly in his direction.
To look right at him,
A knowing smile in your lips.
His face grows warm immediately, head ducking at the speed of light.
"Are you coming or not?" Kaiser barks in slight annoyance, making Ness spring and take the chance to leave the awkward situation.
His heart's still racing once outside, matching Kaiser's brisk pace. That look... you knew, right? That's all it could mean.
Ness takes a few deep breaths to calm down, he has no right to get flustered over this. You will probably just thank him later like with everyone else. He inhales and exhales until his nerves settle slightly, calming down.
...That's then when he realizes he forgot his own backpack in the classroom, due to leaving in such a rush. With a muttered curse, he excuses himself and walks back.
It's practically empty when he returns, no sight of you. He's relieved, he wouldn't know how to face you after what happened recently.
Distractedly, he makes his way to his usual desk. Slings his bag on his shoulder, prepares to return calmly.
But he catches something in the corner of his eye, making him pause. And just like that, his newfound peace shatters.
"Is that—" The words die on his throat as his fingers brush the transparent container on his desk. Though he can see the insides clearly, he opens it to double check, and his mouth goes dry.
It's sachertorte, his favorite. The pastry he mentioned offhandedly to you when you asked him if he liked chocolate. It didn't look store-bought, and the container itself looked like something you'd have at home. Yet what strikes him the most is the slip of paper beside it, your name written on it with your recognizable handwriting.
Did you two really pay such close attention to each other?
Ness is feeling lightheaded.
He closes the container with trembling hands, wondering if he should just eat it before going back to Kaiser or hide it in his bag. The slip of paper flies away from the movement, and he catches it mid-air.
When he looks at it again, he realizes something else was written in the other side. And as if he hadn't had enough, it had to be your number, his knees going weak at the little heart you drew beside it.
Ness sits back down, flustered face hidden in his palms.
You'll be the death of him, for sure.
➴ cupid's note: final request for my cupid's mailbox! i can't believe it took me months to finish them all ts is so embarrasing 😭 this one took long bc i changed the idea many times (originally reader was going to be isagi's sibling). tried dividing the fic in many scenes this once, hope the pacing is okay. tsundere ness is soo fun and cute. maybe ill expand on this in the future... someday...
೯⠀⁺ 𖥻 multi bllk men x gn reader ! ⁺ ᰋ .ᐟ sfw 𓏵 4.10.25 ! . . (새로운 감정) big spoon or small spoon !?
ㅤ( ୨୧ ) WARNINGS ! tooth rottening fluff !!
RIN ITOSHI
BIG SPOON 90% OF THE TIME! ; rin doesn’t say it out loud, but he sleeps best when you’re tucked neatly into his arms—like it’s the only way his world stays still. he likes the way your back fits against his chest, the quiet rhythm of your breathing syncing with his. his hand always finds its place around your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin, grounding him. sometimes, when you shift, he’ll pull you closer without a word, murmuring something soft that sounds like your name. on the rare nights you convince him to let you hold him instead, he goes stiff for a moment, then sighs—a small, quiet sound that feels like surrender. he’ll never admit it, but he secretly melts at how gentle you are with him… even if he still insists he’s the one who sleeps better being the big spoon.
SAE ITOSHI
BIG SPOON 85% OF THE TIME! ; Sae isn’t the type to initiate affection, but when he’s tired—really tired—he finds himself naturally curling around you. it’s not dramatic or over-the-top; it’s quiet, protective, safe. his arm drapes lazily around your middle, his face buried in your hair, and there’s this faint hum he makes whenever you shift closer, like he’s wordlessly telling you to stay. he’d never admit how much he likes the warmth of your body pressed against his chest, or the peace that settles over him when you breathe in unison. every now and then, though, when he’s had a long day, you’ll feel him ease back into your arms instead. and even then—he somehow still manages to make being the small spoon look composed and beautiful, like it’s just another quiet victory.
SHIDOU RYUSEI
50/50! unpredictable menace energy ; shidou doesn’t have a default—he just wants to be close, however that looks. sometimes he’s behind you, arms looped around your waist so tight you can barely move, his laughter tickling your neck as he presses kisses into your skin. sometimes he’s the one being held, head buried against your chest, grinning when you trace your fingers through his hair. he likes both—the way he can protect you as the big spoon, and the way you can calm him as the small one. it’s chaos, but in that shidou kind of way: wild, affectionate, impossible not to love. if he’s the little spoon, though, expect him to turn halfway through the night just to start a new wrestling match disguised as cuddling.
ISAGI YOICHI
SMALL SPOON 70% OF THE TIME! ; isagi doesn’t mean to be, but he is a small spoon most nights. there’s something about feeling your arms around him that lets him relax in a way nothing else does. you can feel his shoulders soften, the steady rhythm of his breathing slowing as he melts against you. sometimes he’ll grab your hand and pull it tighter around his chest, whispering something drowsy and half-asleep—like he’s scared to lose the warmth if he doesn’t hold it close enough. but every now and then, when he’s feeling extra confident, he’ll pull you against him instead—clumsy but determined, pressing a kiss to your temple before falling asleep mid-sentence. you always wake up to find him back in your arms though, the softest smile on his face.
MICHAEL KAISER
BIG SPOON 80% OF THE TIME! ; kaiser likes control—likes being the one who gets to hold, to pull, to tease. when he’s the big spoon, his arm fits perfectly around you, hand resting on your stomach as he whispers little nothings in your ear. his breath is always warm, always close, and you can feel him smirk against your skin every time you shiver. he’ll kiss the back of your neck lazily, just because he can, then murmur, “comfortable, liebling?” like he’s not the reason you can’t think straight. but—every so often, when the world feels too loud—he lets you be the one to hold him. and that’s when he’s quiet. eyes closed, head tucked under your chin, hand still tracing absent shapes against your side. he won’t say it out loud, but he sleeps easier like that.
ALEXIS NESS
SMALL SPOON 85% OF THE TIME! ; ness fits into your arms so naturally it’s like he was made for it. soft hair brushing your chin, heartbeat steady under your hand—it’s domestic, sweet, easy. he hums when you pull him closer, always whispering a gentle “goodnight” before he settles in. he likes knowing you’re there, fingers tracing lazy patterns over his back until he falls asleep. when he’s upset, he doesn’t even need to ask—you just know, wrapping him up until he relaxes against you. still, sometimes he surprises you by rolling over and hugging you instead, chin tucked over your shoulder with a smile. “just this once,” he says, but the way he holds you—protective and warm—says otherwise.
KARASU TABITO
BIG SPOON 75% OF THE TIME! ; karasu’s the kind of big spoon who makes it feel like second nature. he’ll pull you in after a long day, chin resting on your shoulder, his voice low as he mumbles about nothing in particular. his hand moves in slow, comforting motions against your waist, tracing shapes he’ll never admit are little hearts. sometimes, when he thinks you’re asleep, he’ll whisper things—soft, fleeting confessions that melt into the dark. but every once in a while, you catch him off-guard; you pull him into your arms, and he freezes for half a second before relaxing, a quiet laugh escaping him. “you tryna steal my job?” he teases, but he doesn’t move away. and when morning comes, he’s still there—tangled up in you, pretending he’s not the one holding on tighter.
rehearsals with Ness are usually predictable, perhaps a little chaotic, but when a simple transformation routine goes completely wrong, you find yourself trapped in a small, fluffy problem and Ness has to step up as your caretaker until morning comes
pairing: magician Ness x fem!reader / wc: 1.2k
Alexis Ness took his magic very seriously
As his assistant, you were used to the countless rehearsals and the occasional prop catching fire
Tonight was supposed to be a simple transformation routine before the big show in two days. He wanted to practice more, so everything turned out perfect. Instead, a sudden, blinding flash of smoke had completely cut you off mid-sentence
"Alexis, what did you do?"
The words didn't come out right. It was a sharp squeak that didn't sound like you at all
You tried to step forward to glare at him, but you immediately tripped, face planting into a massive wall of purple fabric. It took you a few seconds to realize you were actually tangled in your own costume
Ness was frozen on the other side of the rehearsal room. The confident smile he wore whenever he performed was completely wiped clean from his face, his eyes wide with absolute panic
“I didn’t mean to use that incantation” he stammered, his voice dropping into a frantic whisper as his wand slipped from his fingers, clattering loudly against the floor
You finally managed to scramble out from the fabric, looking down at two tiny furred paws. When you stretched, a soft, thin membrane of skin pulled tight between your front and back legs and a ridiculously fluffy tail twitched behind you
“Oh, you’re a flying squirrel!”
You let out another sharp squeak, glaring up at him with all the anger your tiny face could manage
Ness didn’t care about the glare at all. The sheer horror on his face completely melted, instantly replaced by his fascination
He didn’t wait for another squeak, moving with agonizing care, he slid his gloved fingers under your tiny body, his warm palms completely enveloping you as he scooped you up from the pile of clothes
He was holding you so gently, like you were the most fragile thing, bringing you right up to eye level. His hair was messy, a few strands of hair falling into his eyes as he stared, admiring his mistake
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he mumbled quickly. “The book said… well, it didn’t say this would happen but it may take a few hours for the spell to wear off. You just have to wait”
He paused, his eyes tracking the way your tiny nose twitched. With a look of pure adoration in his eyes, he couldn’t help himself as his thumb instinctively reached out to smooth over the incredibly soft fur right behind your ears
“But you are so… cute” he murmured. A genuine smile finally tugging at the corner of his lips “And your tail is quite majestic”
You didn’t hesitate. You leaned forward and nipped at his thumb, not hard enough to break the skin but still, a solid warning. You literally lost your limbs because of his mistake and he looked oddly happy about it
“Ouch” he winced, pulling his hand back just an inch, though his other palm stayed securely under you
A breathless laugh escaped his throat as he looked at the tiny mark your teeth left. ”Right, sorry. No calling you cute while you’re trapped like this.”
He looked around the room, his eyes landing on his velvet top hat resting on a table. He carefully lined the inside with a silk handkerchief, making a tiny nest for you before setting you gently inside it
“Don’t move” he whispered, hovering over the hat like an anxious guard. ”I’ll bring you something to eat”
You just waited patiently, not like you could even really move as he scurried over to his bag, rummaging through it until he found some hickory nuts he brought as snacks
Kinda suspicious how he already had the nuts ready, but your tiny brain was too tired to think at the moment
Ness sat down at the desk, pulling out a small prop knife to carefully cut the nuts into small pieces, pushing them towards the edge of his hat with his fingertips
“Here” he murmured, his chin resting on his hand, gazing at you “It’s good, I promise”
You sniffed, cautiously taking a tiny bite. Ness watched you with absolute attention, his foot lightly tapping against the floor in a quiet, jittery rhythm
The intense panic was completely gone from his face, replaced by a soft smile as he watched your tiny cheeks move
“See? This was not a total disaster” he whispered, his voice dropping into a quiet hum as he reached out his finger, carefully petting the top of your head
The warmth of the stage lights and the steady rhythm of his fingers stroking your head was making your eyes heavy
“You should sleep, it’s pretty late” Ness murmured, his voice incredibly soft as he adjusted the silk handkerchief around you, tucking the edges closer to your fur “I’ll stay right here. I won’t let anything happen to you”
You let out a soft tired sigh, curling your fluffy tail around your nose. If you could speak right now, you would tell him exactly what you were thinking and how mad you were
But trapped in this tiny body and Ness looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in this world, it was getting harder to stay mad at him
You blinked up at him one last time, watching his eyes soften completely before the darkness took over
⋆⋆⋆
The morning sun filtered through the blinds, hitting your face with warmth
You blinked, shifting your weight, but something felt entirely different. The wooden surface of the table pressed against your cheek but your body felt like your own again. The spell had finally worn off
You tried to move, only to realize you were completely bare, the pile of your discarded clothes still sitting on the floor
A sharp gasp cut through the quiet room
You snapped your eyes to see Ness sitting in the chair beside the table. His hair was pretty messy, dark circles under his eyes from staying up all night to watch over you. He was staring at you, his face instantly turning a violent shade of red
“Oh! oh my god!” He stammered, his voice cracking completely
In a total panic, he whipped his head away, slamming his hands over his eyes so tightly his knuckles turned white. His foot frantically tapping against the floor as he desperately tried to block out the view
“I’m not looking! I promise I’m not looking” he squeaked, clearly embarrassed. With his eyes still firmly covered, his long fingers blindly fumbled around the back of his chair, grabbing his magician’s cape and shoving it in your direction “Here! Put this on! I’m so sorry!”
You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips as you grabbed the soft purple velvet and wrapped it securely around you
“Okay” you pulled the fabric tight.”You can look now, Alexis”
Slowly, Ness parted his fingers, peeking through them with hesitant eyes. Seeing you covered, he let his hands drop, letting out a long exhale as a soft, relieved smile touched his lips
“Welcome back, my dear assistant” he whispered, his voice rough with sleep “No more transformation tricks. I promise”
✧ 士道 龍聖 + アレクシス・ネス ﹒﹒ 𖹭 congratulations! you just gave birth!! but why does your baby look so much like your husband..? ― shidou ryusei + alexis ness x reader (separate) ⋆ incl. mentions of birth, shidou himself is a warning, ness thinks about kaiser first even at the birth of his own baby, the baby is a girl 𝜗ৎ final one !! ₍₍⚞(˶>ᗜ<˶)⚟⁾⁾
part 1 ✶ part 2 ✶ part 3 ✶ part 4 ✶ part 5 (you're here)
𐔌 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈 ꒱
You were barely conscious when the doctor placed your daughter in your arms. Everything ached. The room was still spinning. Someone was crying, probably Shidou, because it didn’t sound baby-sized and it definitely wasn’t you. You blinked down at the soft little bundle against your chest and managed a tired, dazed smile. Pink. Her
You were barely conscious when the doctor placed your daughter in your arms.
Everything ached. The room was still spinning. Someone was crying — probably Shidou, because it didn’t sound baby-sized and it definitely wasn’t you. You blinked down at the soft little bundle against your chest and managed a tired, dazed smile.
Pink.
She had a little wisp of pink-blonde hair. It stuck up in messy tufts at the ends, like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to stand or lay flat. You blinked again. Her eyes opened. Pink. Wild. Round and way too aware for a newborn. A nurse beside you whispered, “She looks just like her father..”
CRASH.
The door slammed open like someone had thrown him through it. You didn’t even need to look up.
“DID I MISS THE MAIN EVENT?!” Shidou bellowed, shirt halfway on and a Gatorade bottle in hand like he just sprinted here from the gym.
The room froze. The baby blinked.
You tilted her toward him like a piece of evidence in a criminal case. “Nine months,” you croaked. “Nine months in my womb, making me suffer from back pain, cravings, and having to share a bed with your flailing limbs. And she comes out looking exactly like her stupid father.”
He beamed. No shame. Just pure, undeserved pride.
“Of course she looks like me,” he said, grinning ear to ear. “My genes came in stronger. Like my swimmers. You’re welcome.”
Silence. A nurse made a noise like she was suppressing a laugh and a call to the security at the same time.
You closed your eyes and said a silent prayer.
But Shidou was still in his monologue.
“She’s already got that feral look in her eye. Like she’s gonna kick another baby in the shins for stealing her toy. She’s got my fight in her. My instincts. My—”
And then the baby, with perfect comedic timing and zero hesitation, opened her tiny mouth and projectile vomited directly onto his chest.
Shidou froze. You stared.
“...Nice,” he said after a long pause. “Powerful. Great core strength. She’s gonna have a hell of a throw-in.”
You threw a blanket at his face.
He spent the next ten minutes wiping himself off with hospital-grade wipes and muttering things like, “Spit up builds immunity anyway,” and “That was basically a love bomb.”
He slept in a chair that night. Still proudly shirtless, still bragging about her lung capacity.
And the baby? She didn’t cry once.
Just stared at him. Wide-eyed and judging, like she knew exactly what kind of man her father was.
𐔌 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ꒱
You’d barely finished pushing the baby out before Ness burst into tears.
Not subtle ones, either. Messy, shoulder-shaking, hiccup-filled sobs like someone just gave a Grammy speech in his honor. One nurse asked if he needed a moment. You weren’t sure if she meant out of the room or out of the relationship.
Still, he pulled himself together just long enough to cut the umbilical cord dramatically, with his eyes closed, and kiss your forehead with trembling lips. “She’s here,” he whispered like you hadn’t noticed. “Our daughter. Our legacy. Our—”
“She has hair,” you croaked.
Ness stopped mid-monologue.
The nurses handed her to you, swaddled and pink. You blinked down at the small tuft of brownish-magenta curls on her head and felt your soul exit your body.
She opened her eyes.
Magenta.
You gasped.
You turned to Ness. “No. No, no no no! tell me this isn’t happening.”
He leaned over, teary again, and gasped at the sight. “Oh my God. She looks like me.”
You stared at him, horrified.
“Nine months in my womb, making me suffer… and she looks like her stupid father!”
He placed a hand over his heart. “Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“She literally made a noise just now that sounded like a sigh of judgment.”
“She’s advanced!” he beamed. “She’s already emotionally in tune with the world. That’s your influence.” You side eye him, “she sighed like she wanted to file a complaint.” But Ness didn’t hear you. He was already taking selfies with her. At angles.
“Don’t you think she kind of has Kaiser’s bone structure?” he muttered, frowning at a photo.
You snapped your head toward him so fast it nearly dislodged your IV. “I WILL PUT YOU IN A DIFFERENT ROOM.”
“Okay! Okay! She’s mine! All mine!” he said, cradling her like she was a trophy. “I’m never letting go.” You took one look at his delusional little smirk and the baby in his arms,who now looked slightly smug, if that was even possible, and sighed.
“She’s already enabling you. I’m raising two of you, aren’t I?”
“She’s gonna be perfect,” he whispered.
You gave up. You were too tired for this.
He slept in the hospital bed beside you that night.
Curled around your daughter like a pink-haired dragon hoarding its first jewel.
You still hadn’t even held her for five uninterrupted minutes.
part 1 ✶ part 2 ✶ part 3 ✶ part 4 ✶ part 5 (you're here)
hiii! could you do a ness x reader basically fell in love at first sight. reader is super flirty and sweet with ness but serious to everyone else and ness is super flustered because he isn't normally the one people choose. ness is all pink in the face while reader is hanging on his arm,complimenting him, kissing him, and playing with his hair while completely ignoring anyone around him, in favor of ness. ^^
awwww cute tysm!!
only you
alexis ness x gn!reader. this got veryyyy suggestive idk
ness had no idea how this happened.
you were everything he wasn’t used to. serious, quiet, a little intimidating to anyone who didn’t know you, but kind, especially to him. and you were smiling so sweetly as you curled your fingers in his hair like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“so soft… are you sure you’re real?” you asked, teasing but level as your nails gently scratched his scalp. ness nearly melted into his seat.
“y-you’re gonna embarrass me…” he mumbled, voice too small to match the pink crawling up his neck to his ears. “everyone’s looking.”
you glanced up briefly at the passing stares from teammates, managers, and every other nosy person in the hall. your expression cooled to something flat and disinterested. “i don’t care about them. only you.”
ness could’ve combusted. he ducked his head down a little as you tugged him closer by the arm you were wrapped around.
“you’re really…” he struggled to find the right words. “you’re too much.”
“too much for you?” you tilted your head, batting your lashes at him as if you didn’t already know the answer.
“no! no, i like it.” ness’s mouth fumbled over the words, but he got there eventually. “i just… don’t get it. why me?”
you gave him a look that made his heart squeeze. leaning your head against the wall, you turned your gaze up and hummed. “because you’re sweet. and you’re kind. and you look so cute when you get flustered like this.”
you moved closer and brushed your lips against his cheek. ness felt his whole body tense like a chord pulled too tight.
“i like the way you’re always trying to make people happy. i like the way your eyes glimmer when talk about your interests. i like you.”
ness covered his mouth with the back of his hand, trying desperately to hide the grin fighting its way through. “you’re… unbelievable.”
“mhm.” you kissed the soft lobe of his ear this time, a feather-light touch that had him following after you like a dog on a leash. “and you’re mine.”
he swallowed thickly, cheeks still burning bright. “y-yeah… yours. only yours.”
he couldn’t believe it. he still didn’t get why someone like you wanted someone like him. he wasn’t going to complain about it, though.
not when you looked at him like that. or when you held his hand so easily. or when you made him feel like he was worth choosing.
a/n : i saw this req right after i changed my pfp on ig to puppyboy ness...i genuinely don’t like my writing here sorrysorry it’s bad it’s been awhile since ive read the manga so kinda ooc ackk (ill probs rewrite it soon)
puppyboy!ness who’s the clingiest and most affectionate pup you’ve ever met, constantly hovering around you and giving you hugs randomly throughout the day.
puppyboy!ness who would rather cut off his own arm than willingly part from you, which required you to constantly pry him off while listening to his pitiful whimpers.
puppyboy!ness who finds genuine joy in helping you with absolutely anything. whether it be house chores or just fetching something from another room for you.
puppyboy!ness who once offered to help assemble a dresser. but you shooed him off, worried that he might hurt himself since he wasn’t familiar with the tools. however, the rejection stung harder than anything, causing him to withdraw gradually, thinking that he was redundant and hindering you.
puppyboy!ness who would overthink everything, feeling useless and opting to quietly sit beside you instead of the usual pawing at your shirt and demanding for head pats.
puppyboy!ness whose ears were constantly flattened to the top of his head, the never ending tail wags finally ceased and was instead tucked between his legs. soon enough you pointed out his troubled behavior and asked what was wrong.
puppyboy!ness who blurted out everything that he was feeling and that helping people was the only thing that he knew. he broke down into sobs, hiccuping softly while drenching the front of his shirt. he continued to ramble about feeling unwanted and how he wanted you to depend on him with
puppyboy!ness whose ramble was cut off you wrapping your arms around him tightly, while you whispered affirmations into his ear as you gentlystroked his fluffy hair.
puppyboy!ness who felt the knot in his stomach easing, understanding your kind intentions. he clutched the front of your shirt, purring at the feeling of your nails taking through his magenta locks.
puppyboy!ness who was finally his usual self around you, tail thumping loudly against the ground happily as you gave him task after task to complete. beaming at you whenever you rewarded him with head rubs or pecks against his chubby cheek.
puppyboy!ness who clung to you all the time, hindering your movements while you moved about (not that you minded). he would incessantly bat his clear round eyes at you, even fluttering his lashes coyly to get whatever he wanted knowing how you would cave all the time.
puppyboy!ness who promised to stay by your side eternally.
you were barely inside the door when he launched himself at you.
arms wrapped around your waist, his body weight nearly knocking you back, and his face? immediately buried in your neck like it was the only place he could breathe.
“you’re finally home mein liebe!!”
you laughed softly, setting your bag down while holding him up with one arm. “ness, you saw me literally before lunch.”
“that was years ago in emotional time,” he mumbled, voice muffled against your skin.
his hands slid under your hoodie like it was second nature, palms pressing flat against the small of your back. warm. needy. unashamed. he clung like you were gravity and he was barely holding on.
“you’re warm,” he whispered. “and you smell like you, and i like it.”
“you used my body wash again, didn’t you?”
“...maybe.”
you pulled back slightly to look at him, and he just blinked at you, completely unapologetic. flushed cheeks, messy blond hair, sleeves too long over his hands—he looked like he hadn’t moved from the couch all day, which, knowing him, was probably true.
“i didn’t even eat lunch,” he said dramatically. “was too love-starved. my organs shut down. i’m barely hanging on.”
you rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile spreading on your face.
“you’re so clingy.”
“you say that like it’s a bad thing,” he replied, eyes softening as he leaned back in and nuzzled your cheek with his nose. “if i could unzip my skin and crawl into yours, i would.”
you choked on a laugh. “ness!”
“what?” he grinned. “i’m romantic.”
he tugged you toward the couch without another word, practically dragging you onto him until you were lying side by side—except “side by side” was generous. he was practically on top of you, arms around your waist, head resting under your chin, legs looped with yours.
he sighed happily. like you were a charger and he was finally plugged in.
“don’t leave,” he mumbled. “just stay. we can nap. or cuddle. or i can give you tiny forehead kisses until you melt.”
you ran your fingers through his hair gently. he melted into it like it was his favorite drug.
“you’re ridiculous,” you said.
“i’m yours, schatz"
quiet settled in. warm and safe.
you tilted your head, pressing your lips to the top of his hair. he hummed softly, a little sleepy now, his nuzzling turning lazy.
“you love me, right?” he asked quietly.
“so much it’s stupid.”
his smile bloomed against your collarbone.
“good. because i’m never letting go.”
and true to his word—he didn’t.
p.s: idk if it's me but writing ness is difficult 😭
