his voice soften when he talks to you - sae (bllk), rayne (mashle), levi (snk), kinich, al haitham (genshin)
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Sae, even though he hates it, has to spend a scandalous amount of time with a ton of people for his career. He's always asked everywhere, he's probably the definition of busy if you ask his manager, but also the most idgaf person he's ever seen. That until you're in the room, and you need something – anything, that he can figure out for you or help you with. His manager never gets used to the way his voice softens, calling out your name like it's coated with honey, asking you if you need anything or if you're okay. It's subtle, not a lot would notice, but if you got the chance to talk with Sae more than once, you'll notice it. It's caring, gentle, sometimes in the rush to make sure you're fine, but always with gentle eyes following your silhouette or shadow around.
Rayne can appear a lot less caring than he actually is, even regarding his own brother if you don't know them enough. He's serious, seeking the best for himself, not there to make friends. And yet those who get the chance to meet him at the same time as you do are surprised to hear how he talks to you. It's informal, there's some kind of fondness in his voice that nobody else gets to feel for themselves. If you ask them, they'll probably tell you don't even seem to notice when everybody else does by the way you never seem frustrated. But how could you when that's your norm with him ? His voice is so sweet when he tells you to be careful with your power, pushing a stand of hair for your face. Or even when he assures you he'll make time to help you study. To you, he's the sweetest person who ever stepped on earth.
Levi rarely shows any sign of affection ever, to anyone, even his closest friends. You just have to know he appreciates you to not get offended, or really notice how his voice changes – and he doesn't appreciate a lot of people. So maybe you never noticed how his voice is less harsh with you, how his words yearn a bit after he finishes his sentences, how his eyes look at you for a second too long ; but Hange never misses it. The way you don't seem to pay it any mind, even the way it doesn't seem to affect him even if he'll always call your name a little sweeter than any other. Hange never even imagined mentioning it, but they'll for sure keep a close eye on it.
Kinich can be a little straightforward but that doesn't mean he's mean or arsh – at least that's never what he has in mind, that's what Mualani concluded. Even with all of that, she couldn't help but giggles at the way his voice softens when he talks to you. He never raises his voice but also puts a lot more life into it, lingering with his words and his eyes instinctively searching for your approval or at least an answer. He never screams when he calls your name, even when he's worried or even scared for your safety. His lips move upward into a small smile every time he gets to talk to you and she definitely hopes you noticed how the man fell for you.
It's not only in the way Al Haitham talks to you that makes people notices the proximity, but mostly the time he can take off for you. He can be really busy, or it can be outside his work hours and yet he's always there to answer or help you, cutting what he's doing to do so with the softest voice his co-worker ever heard from him. He won't roll his eyes, raise his voice or sigh during the conversation, never. He'll always make sure that you leave with everything you need in hands and mind, so he'll take some extra time, explaining you softly, with gentle gestures, careful as if he was around a bird.
OOHHH I'M FERAL FOR THIS ONE (ofc you don't have to if you don't want to dw <3) BUT *deep inhale* LEAVING LIPSTICK ON THE MASHLE BOYS PLEASE I BEG GIVE THEM ALL THE LIPSTICK KISSES I BEG
the smirk i had on my face when i read this scared me-
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leaving lipstick marks on...
mash thought it was a normal day where you showered him with kisses and love galore. didn't think much of it when you gave him a quick peck the cheek and his lips, but was confused when you started giggling after you pulled away.
when he looked at you to ask if something was wrong, he saw the blurred, red pigment on your lips, which were spread into a wide smile. if he had anything to say about it, he'd say you were proud of yourself for something.
he genuinely doesn't realize what you were so happy about until later that day when he meets up with his friends, who were more than shocked to him in such a state.
while they help him clean away his face and tell him to wipe your kisses away to not have the marks leave behind stains on his skin, he doesn't see a problem with it. he feels a little sad since he didn't get to see his face with your kisses on it, but he could always go back to you for more, no?
finn knows what you're up to instantly. the moment he sees you with the vibrant red lipstick on, he's looking for a way to escape his fate. the problem is that he can't say no to you when you have your arms open for a hug like that, so he ends up with three or four kisses on his face anyway.
they're mostly scattered across his freckles, which leaves him a little more flustered than it would if it were, for example, on his forehead. however, he has enough manners to not wipe them away immediately in fear of hurting your feelings for doing so. he'll keep them for a few minutes and wipe them away once you've had your fill of giggles and pride.
dot has nothing to lose when it comes to you. anything to do with you is a win-win for him, so he has no qualms letting you scatter lipstick marks all over him. he'll even pull the collar of his shirt down a little to let you leave some on his neck and collarbone!
he does get a little nervous someone might see him in this state, but pushes the thought away because there's nothing embarrassing about receiving love from his girlfriend.
he has pride as a boyfriend, and this is certainly one of his proudest moments as your lover.
lance is completely against it unless you're in private. he doesn't want anyone but you to see him at the mercy of your love and affection. if someone did see, he might melt into a puddle of embarrassment and die in a hole somewhere. please don't tease him too much, he won't let you do it again!
he'll only ever admit to himself internally that it wasn't a horrible experience, and seeing his face covered in pretty red marks in the shape of your lips wasn't a bad sight, but he'll never say it out loud.
such a prideful boyfriend you have here.
rayne decides to judge how he feels about your actions after he experiences it. he's willing to be less uptight when he's with you because you're just a classmate, nor are you his coworker. his seriousness has no place in your relationship, and if word got out that the sword cane is a lovesick fool, then who is he to deny it?
the entire world should know his heart belongs to you, which is more than enough for him to let you brand his face with a pretty shade of red that he thinks is the best color for you. he picked the color out himself, actually! enjoys feeling the smile you have on your face when you finally lean into kiss him on the lips, to which he gladly deepens by putting a hand behind your head.
the red smudge on both of your lips say everything everyone needs to know when they look over to see a flustered you and a proud-looking sword cane with his face decorated with red lipstick.
orter outright denied you access to his face. there was no way he'd let you do something so scandalous to him! he has a reputation to keep, and he won't let you go around destroying it willy-nilly. but if you play your cards right and mutter how you'll test it on someone else, like the ever-so charismatic flame cane, maybe he'll let you put one or two on him.
he's a man of reputation and pride, but he can't have his wife going around leaving lipstick marks on a man that's not him! however, you choose to have mercy on him and leave a kiss or two on the collar of his shirt. it would certainly keep any unwanted attention away from him without making his reputation crumble. it does not, however, save him from the waterfall of teasing he had to endure at his workplace.
abyss is another one who'd prefer to do it in the enclosed space of his dorm room or yours. he can't imagine facing able in such a state, not because he's embarrassed about you. no, no, no, he could never be ashamed of having someone so kind and loving as you as his lover, but he wants to keep some of his dignity, you know? surely, you'd understand.
about three or four kisses in, he forgets about rose-colored pigment on your lips and initiates a makeout session, cupping your cheeks with the gentleness of a feather.
he ends up with lipstick of his own by the end of it, with one distinct mark over his cursed eye. it was obvious that was the first place you kissed, and his heart couldn't soar any higher than it had when he realized this was just another way of you showing him with the blessing called your love.
synopsis. rayne ames can’t stop staring at you tonight, which is strange, considering the fact that he loathes your guts.
pairing. rayne ames x fem!reader, | wc. 4.1k | genres. haters to lovers, tension, jealousy, rayne's hot and obsessed and reader's in denial | warnings. reader wears lipstick but it's mentioned once at the end, they make out what's new (it's good for my the soul), a bit suggestive
notes. tbh this wasn't supposed to be as long as it is. what a yap fest. blame my hormones and the weeknd. this is ugly and i hate it but it will have to do while i continue working on other fics.
you can’t comprehend why he’s here. the rest of the student body can’t either because the moment he walked through those doors all eyes were on him.
you’re positive that rayne ames had to have some devil whispering in his ear. how else would he be convinced to attend a grand event such as this one? dancing? socializing? it’s not his style, especially when he knows that every guy and girl within a ten foot radius would be jumping at the chance to have his attention.
you’re point is proven right in the next three seconds. you can already spot girls batting their eyelashes at him. you can see them trying to coerce him into a dance. on any other day you’d scoff at their fawning over an asshole like rayne.
however, you can’t seem to bring yourself to say that tonight. rayne’s half blonde, half jet black hair is styled in a wet curtain cut with long loose strands falling in front of his forehead. he wears a black two piece suit with the coat sporting various decorations.
there are two sets of silver chains that are pinned just below each one of his shoulders. each set is comprised of five chains. one directly connects a line between two metallic circles. two chains of varying lengths begin at one button before swooping a short distance down the front of rayne’s coat before linking back to the second circle that hangs lower than its counterpart. the remaining three chains follow the same pattern except they droop down the side of his arm, nearing the peak of the dip at the middle of his upper arm and rising back up to the coat’s shoulder pads that have sleek silver suns on top of them.
under the jacket, the visionary dons a white dress shirt that is tucked into his pants. however, the piece is damn near transparent, and the top buttons remain undone, exposing some of the skin of his torso. to finish the look off, rayne wears one singular necklace with a sword pendant.
you hate it, and you hate whoever styled him because tonight he's a dangerously gorgeous devil that's making your heart pound at an embarrassingly alarming rate. your eyes are glued to him no matter how badly your mind screams at you to look away. yet just as you can't tear your gaze away from him, rayne is equally unable to focus on anyone else that isn't you.
he inhales a deep breath of air before carving a path to your position at the food table. the alarms in your head go off in panic. you can't exactly play off the fact that you were so blatantly ogling him so instead you own up to it, masking your flustered expression with a glare in his direction.
"well if it isn't the devil himself." you taunt when he nears, soaking in the half blonde's formal look one more time. "what made you decide to crawl out of hell tonight?"
"i could ask you the same thing." rayne answers bluntly, and you scowl because he knows that you hate when he turns your snarky comments back on you.
"why'd i even bother?" you roll your eyes with a scoff, directing your attention to bite-size appetizers in front of you.
"let me know when you find the answer to that." the visionary responds, causing a muscle in your cheek to twitch in irritation.
rayne doesn’t move from his spot. in fact, he’s standing so close to you that your arm brushes against the black fabric of his coat and the cold silver chains on the side of his arm.
"can you move?" you snap, annoyed because now your senses are being filled with his scent—an intoxicating mix of cinnamon and cardamom that makes your mind go fuzzy.
"i can't have food?" rayne cockily raises an eyebrow at you before randomly picking up a tomato basil puff off the plate. he chews it thoughtfully, and through the micro expressions of his face, you come to understand that he is pleased with its taste.
you bundle your fists tightly to release some of your nerves. a breath of air enters your lungs to steady yourself. you remind yourself to not get swept up in his games. rayne ames will not ruin your night. all of these affirmations lead you to the decision to leave him by the food table.
however before you can do that, the music slows to an end, and people take it as a sign to scramble for a partner before the next piece starts up again. as for you, you're immediately confronted by a tall blonde boy in your grade. he kindly extends a hand out to you that’s shaking very discreetly. "may i have this dance?"
you mentally grimace because you're still on edge due to rayne, but you don't have the heart to turn the guy down when he so obviously worked up the courage to come up to you. reluctantly, you accept his offer with a meager nod, and as he takes you by the hand, you involuntarily glance back at rayne, who has been staring the entire interaction down like a hawk.
the boy leads you to an open spot on the dance floor and doesn't hesitate to take the lead once a graceful waltz composition begins. you try to pay attention to the guy's little ramblings about duelo as you glide across the floor, but your mind wanders back to rayne.
what would it be like to have his hand on your back or your hand interlocked with his? would it light a blaze upon your skin? why do you even want to find out?
your eyes drift across the expanse of the enormous ballroom, scanning for that half blonde pain in your ass. after several moments of searching, you find rayne standing off to the side, back leaned against one of the pillars. he switched his food out for apple cider in a champagne glass. he stands with max land and other faces you aren't familiar with. whatever conversation they're having, rayne isn't following; his sole focus is on you and only you.
there's something dark lurking beneath his eyes. the intensity of his gaze generates shivers down the line of your spine. you think that the glass in his hands might shatter in his grip.
"are you alright?" your partner questions, and it brings your concentration back onto him. "are you cold?"
you present him a tight grin. "i'm good. you don't have to worry about me."
the boy in front of you accepts your answer without any suspicion and continues leading the dance until the song finally comes to an finishes. yet even when the waltz ends, and you thank your partner for the dance, he sticks by you. that's fine. he’s a nice guy who means no harm, but because you're severely distracted right now, he is the last thing on your mind.
he gently guides you through the room, keeping a hand on the small of your back protectively as you squeeze between the crowd. you force yourself to engage in conversation with the friends he introduces you to. you laugh at the appropriate times and give your two cents into a topic should it be deemed necessary, all in attempt to ignore the burning sensation of eyes drilling into the back of your neck. each time you catch him, rayne doesn't dare to avert his gaze. he’s shameless in that matter. he'll maintain this eye contact with you until you're the first one to tear away with your face a burning mess.
as the night progresses, you're losing the patience to withstand it. the guy in front of you. rayne. thoughts of rayne. your head is swirling in confusion, and you need new air and silence in order to calm yourself.
when you're sure rayne isn't watching, you dismiss yourself from your partner with a pathetic excuse that you need to quickly use the washroom that he buys instantaneously. and when the crowd hides you completely, you sneak off in the total opposite direction of the restroom.
you navigate your way through the venue until you find the exit that leads to gardens in the back. you pay no mind to party raging behind you, only straying yourself further and further from the noise until you're met with silence. it's only then that you're able to feel your heart slowing down it's pace.
you continue wandering until you find a gazebo hidden deep within the gardens. the structure is surrounded by flowers of varying colors and species. its posts are wrapped in vibrantly green vines. there are no seats built into it, but it will have to suffice as a place to rest and cool your head.
you lean back into one of the wooden posts, shutting your eyes as you inhale the scent of cold, wet, grassy air. when the brewing storm in your mind finally calms, all that remains is a certain divine visionary.
never in all of your years of knowing rayne ames would you have ever thought your emotions involving him would end up conflicting like this. you loathe him; you have since the day you met. so you can't seem to fathom what changed tonight. can it really be all because of a mere suit and new styling of his hair? how pathetic.
and his eyes… those damn yellow eyes that follow your every move. how can they ignite a fury of butterflies in your stomach?
and you don't even have the time to figure it out before your ears pick up on the sound of frantic footsteps and rattling chains that encroach closer and closer to you. your eyes fling wide open, and your body instantly freezes at the sight before you.
rayne ames stands in front of the garden gazebo, chest quickly rising and falling as he pants out breaths that turn visible in the cold winter air. his styled hair isn't as kept as it was before. it's lost its volume and his loose strands of hair cling to his skin, most likely due to the thin coat of sweat that you can barely see under the dim moonlight. yet, he still looks so incredibly breathtaking. the half blonde's eyebrows are brought together in a mix of relief and worry, and you don't know what to make of it.
you don't get it anymore. what is he doing? what is his goddamn game? why, just why, is he standing before you?
the reason behind rayne’s appearance at the winter ball is so incredibly petty that he’s ashamed to even admit it out loud. he had overheard a blonde on the duelo team claim that he was going to dance with you that night.
the irritation that arose in the pits of his stomach during that moment could not be described. did that fool really think he stood a chance with you? you were completely out of his league.
the thought of you dancing with another man haunted rayne for days. each time it crossed his mind, he’d get so annoyed that he’d snap the quill he was writing with into two pieces.
it was stupidly impulsive to come to this ridiculous school ball. rayne knew that, but a part of him was desperate to find out what would happen. could the blond fool pull it off, and what were you going to do if he did? he's well-aware that you aren't his lover or his friend, and yet that didn't seem to stop him from being concerned about matters involving you.
it’s truly a puzzle because rayne is so positive of the fact that he hates you, but the moment he walked through the entrance, all certainty of that fact became debatable again.
he stands before you, separated by the crowd of students who are just as shocked as you are. he can tell that you hadn’t expected for this. and with your eyes locked onto each other, you both enter a new dimension—one where everyone else fades away.
in a sea of blurred, barely present faces, you are the only one that was clear, a face so beyond the words of beautiful. rayne feels like he had the air knocked out of his lungs. is his heart speeding up, or is it stopping? he can’t tell anymore. he’s losing his senses. to combat that, he takes a deep breath of air.
rayne doesn’t even see the girls tugging at his arms or the guys trying to start up a conversation. it’s only you, and like an iron attracted to a magnet, his feet pull him to where you are before he has the chance to realize it.
you’re quick with your snarky comments that attempt to drag him, but even then, you're beautiful. it's baffling how hopeless of a fool he is for you. it’s a miracle that rayne has half the mind to retort your jabs, and he is definitely glad that the food table acted as a cover up.
however, the visionary’s mood sours when that damn blond duelo player comes up to you, asking for a dance a whole lot earlier than he anticipated. rayne can’t make out your expression, but he does notice the nod of your head and the way you extend your hand to slide onto his, but not without giving the half blond a glance back.
rayne's gripping the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles go white. as you leave, another girl walks up to rayne, and he flat out ignores her, picking off a champagne glass from a server that happens to walk by him.
trying to cool his head, rayne ames finds max land in a matter of seconds, and he opts to stick by him. he doesn’t engage in any form of conversation with max, despite the multiple times his best friend has been trying to get his attention.
he'll apologize for it later, but every drop of focus that rayne possesses is on you as you move along the floor. the blond is talking your ear off, and the visionary is aware that you aren't fully listening because your eyes keep drifting back to him.
the fact that rayne doesn’t ever tear his eyes off you has you looking away in nervousness. it’s so unlike you. you’re always so confident in your confrontations against him, but it appears to be different tonight. it seems like everything is.
the longer he stares the more rayne hates the hand that is gently wrapped around yours. he hates the smiles that the blond duelo pulls from you simple because he is simply not worthy of them. he hates that even after the stupid waltz is over you're dragged to meet his friends.
the visionary has no right to be feeling like this, especially after all the verbal arguments and harsh words. but each time you look at him tonight with those star-filled eyes, rayne swears that he'll make it up to you for the rest of your lives.
"rayne, the suit is amazing. where'd you get it from? i haven't seen anything like it." one of max's friends asks, which finally drags the half blond's attention away from you.
"ryoh grantz." he replies dryly.
"you got this from the light cane?!"
"that's what i said, didn't i?" the visionary glares, visibly annoyed.
"oh. y-yeah." the guy chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the nape of his neck. it's then when he realizes that any attempt of conversation with rayne ames is futile so he switches the topic.
when the half blond drags his eyes back to you, he nearly loses grip on the champagne glass that he's been holding for a while. "she's gone." rayne mutters to himself, yet somehow over all the noise, max hears him.
max land peers over the crowd, finding the spot where you last stood. the blondie you were with is huddled with his friends, but you are no longer in sight. the brown haired boy hums. "i think your staring scared her off."
rayne narrows his eyes at his friend who only raises his hands in defense. the divine visionary scans the entire room, expecting you to be gathered with a different group of people, but you're not. you're not in here at all. "damn it." he curses with a hiss, ditching max to search for you.
if his best friend protests or calls for rayne, he doesn't hear it. max is the least of his concerns right now.
he leaves the empty glass onto the nearest table and begins a distraught search. he does a lap around the entire room, thinking that it'll make you appear again, but his efforts bear no fruit. he wanders up and down the halls, giving everyone he passes a quick glance, only to find that they're not you.
rayne finds an entrance that leads to the back gardens, and he's praying that you're somewhere there. he doesn't know how long he spends running around. his dress shirt is sticking to his skin, and his hair is falling out of place. the venue for the ball is so far behind him to the point that he can't even hear the music or noisy chatter anymore.
despite the burn in his calves, he pushes deeper into the gardens, jogging until a gazebo catches his eye. it's hard to see in the moonlight, but rayne swears that he sees the shadow of a figure. it's his last hope; he's praying that it's you.
the half blond jogs up to the steps. the chains of his suit rattle as he does so. he realizes then that it is you. relief, worry, and anger hit him all at once, but in your eyes, he can't say the same. there is no malice, only confliction, and rayne decides right then and there.
he's going to open his heart to you.
"what are you doing here, rayne?" you ask, practically defeated.
"what about you?" he snaps back harsher than he ever has before. he takes angry steps up the stairs. "it's fucking freezing, and you decide to come out here alone. do you even realize how far the venue is right now? do you know how much i was-" rayne stops himself mid-sentence, curling his fists by his side.
"no, tell me." you demand, walking closer to him. "what is it? you are always so blunt. what's stopping you now, huh? spit it out."
"i was worried about you." he answers quietly.
your heart swells when you hear it, but you choose to suppress it instead because that can't possibly be right. "worried?! why on earth would you ever be worried about me? you hate me, rayne ames, and i hate you. all we ever do is torment each other. it's exactly why you kept staring at me tonight. i couldn't focus on anything but you. that's what you wanted, right? you wanted me off my guard? well, congratulations asshole. you won. now leave me alone."
"no." the boy in front of you sternly denies.
"no? god, you have some fucking nerve-" you fume.
"i'm not leaving you alone." rayne clenches his jaw, staring deep into your eyes. you force yourself to swallow. "i haven't left you alone since the day we met, and i'm not leaving you alone now."
you scoff, trying to push past rayne, but he blocks your path. "move, rayne."
he ignores you altogether. "you want to know why i'm so worried about you, hm? here's your answer." rayne's voice is low, almost dangerous as he speaks. he steps closer to you, nearly pressing your bodies together. the heat that radiates off him is electrifying.
"you've been stuck in my head for the last week, and it's all because of that blond buffoon on the duelo team." rayne scowls. "i heard him. i knew that he wanted to dance with you, and it pissed me off. i couldn't imagine his hand on your back or his hand on yours without feeling my blood boil, and i hated every second that you were with him tonight. it was torture."
"jealousy?" you breathe out, trying to belittle him as you do so, but you fail miserably when your eyes dart to rayne's lips. "you might as well be obsessed with me."
"maybe i am." rayne's hand reaches up to trail the pearls of your necklace. his hand then moves further up your neck, fingers gently tickling your skin as they pass before resting on the side of your throat. "i might've been obsessed with you the moment your pretty little mouth started talking back to me. hell, i might even be in love with you."
in that moment, you feel your breath hitch. your eyes open wider in disbelief, and that doesn't deter the divine visionary in front of you at all. you try reading him, trying to find any sort of sign that this whole thing is a joke, but deep down you know. you said it yourself moments earlier. rayne's honest and blunt to a fault. he wouldn't say something he doesn't mean.
"the sight of you is enough to bring a man to his knees. you have me wrapped around your finger, (y/n). just say the word, and i'll be yours."
you don't know when rayne's face had gotten so close, but you can feel his breath fanning along yours. you can indulge in that cardamum and cinnamon scent that brings your brain to a high.
"rayne..." you whisper, brushing the loose strands of hair away from his forehead even though they return to the same place they were once before.
and as he admires you with those eyes, eyes that look at you as if you created the world and spun it on its axis, you surrender. you close the gap between the two of you because you're tired.
you're tired of acting like the thought that you want him has never crossed your mind. you're tired of acting like he's isn't stupidly hot whenever he puts you in your place, you're tired of pretending that you've never wanted to slam your lips against his just to shut him up.
rayne said he might've been obsessed with you from the moment you started arguing with him. well, you might've been obsessed with him when you realized that he wasn't going to tolerate any of your attitude. it's probably why you constantly picked fights with him. all the tension and unspoken words and lust came as a result. it was bound to boil over eventually.
you told yourself to not get swept up in him, and yet here you are, completely drowning. you chase each other like you're both starved. the kiss so desperate and powerful that rayne backs you up into one of the gazebo posts. the contact makes you gasp, and rayne uses it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. you'll have to press him about this later. for a guy who avoids women like the plague, he sure knows how to kiss you to euphoria.
your senses are so overloaded that you grip onto the open fabric of rayne's white dress shirt to keep you up. it effectively pulls him closer, making him groan. you lightly trail your nails down the exposed skin of his chest. you feel the visionary shiver before you, and you know that he's putty in your hands. you continue that path down, feeling the faint outline of his abs through his shirt.
rayne pulls away only to continue burning hot kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone. he nips and sucks on your skin, and you know that it's sure to leave marks, but in the moment, you can't help but whine his name. you let him have his fun until the feeling of missing his lips on yours is overbearing.
you force rayne up by his chin, and he almost looks disappointed. you smirk once you notice the smearing of lipstick on his face and the uneven rhythm of his breathing.
"what a mess you are." you tease, toying with rayne's bottom lip with your thumb.
"do you really have to do this right now?" rayne complains lightheartedly, all while placing kisses onto the inside of your palm, making you giggle.
"always." you wink, and your hands wander back down to his chest. "kiss me?"
rayne cups one half of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "always." he replies, diving into the addiction that is you once more.
hello!! i would to do a request if it's alright :3 it's about rayne not liking that his s/o was being given flowers by a random person :3 tysm!
★ POISON HONEY && ROSY PETALS.
RAYNE AMES' honey eyes isn't really all that sweet when it comes to his jealousy. in fact, it was as if the honey in his hues have been poisoned, boring into the scene that played out not far from him like a film. the characters of the film, his dearest, the love of his life, and a side character. a minor character who was not even given a name upon screen time. just a mere blurred face character who isn't important.
the character who held out a bouquet of pretty tulips for rayne's beautiful darling, almost as if the unnamed character is proposing to you. and the ames, the main character, watch in all amusement coated with jealousy that a plot armour scene streamed. except, rayne rolled his poisonous honey eyes and approached to have his screen time.
"they do not like tulips," rayne held his arm to wrap it around your shoulders. "they like roses. roses are better." voice laced with poisonous honey just like his eyes, he burned his intentions into the unnamed character's mind, making sure the poison seeps into every of character's veins and cells.
you stared at rayne before covering your lips to choke back a laugh that was caught at your throat, threatening to be coughed out. "rayne, my love. this person here is asking whether if it's the perfect flower for their lover. it's not for me."
"oh," rayne murmured and looked away with a stoic expression, a faint blush painting his cheeks a rosy hue. the poison in his eyes and intentions have ceased by now, replaced with the hues of pinkish embarrassment. "well— at least they now know not to give you any flowers..." he murmured under his breath as you chuckled and cupped his cheeks. "i'll only accept flowers from you, especially red roses." and rayne felt a smile crawling up to paint his day bright yellow.
notes. okay my apologies anon, this is short n boring 😭
Can i request a story about the reader being in another school that is a rival of easton even though reader and rayne are a couple? Thanks💞 (im sorry if this is a weird idea i just thought it up in my head😅)
Note: Thank you for this! And it's not weird at all! It was a cute idea. Not sure how I feel about how I wrote this, but I hope you still like it. Also, Luke is a random character I made up.
Rayne x Reader
Warning: Female reader, cursing, and a guy hitting on/bothering the reader to be his.
Genre: Fluff
Word Count:828
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Your excitement was increasing with every step as you approached Easton Academy. Your dorm mate is beside you, talking about today's event. There was a duelo match at Easton and your school was playing against them. Schoolwork had kept you and Rayne from physically seeing each other, but you still found ways to communicate.
You and Rayne have been together for a little over a year now, but only a select few knew this. You both weren't ashamed of your relationship, but you agreed it was best to not announce it so loudly. You couldn't deal with people digging deep into your personal business and you knew it'd only fuel rumors and gossip since your boyfriend was from Easton. Despite your schools having history with each other, it didn't stop the two of you from falling for each other.
"I have a feeling the match is gonna go into overtime." You hear your roommate as you search for your boyfriend. You planned on sitting beside each other to watch the game.
"Yeah? You think?"
"I'm pretty sure! Both teams are at the top this season."
"You're not wrong there." It didn't matter to you who won, you were more focused on being able to hug Rayne again. A voice shouts your name and your eyes target its source. You groan at the approaching male with his friends not too far behind, your roommate cursing at his presence.
"Hey there, ___(y/n)! You ready to cheer me on?"
"Hey, Luke..." You forced out a polite smile.
"We gotta go and grab some seats. Bye!" __(r/n) links her arm with yours, attempting to pull you away from Luke and his team.
"Oh c'mon, stop cockblocking. I wanna talk to my girlfriend." Luke interferes with your escape route.
"Don't call me that. I already told you that I have a boyfriend." You glare, your patience thinning rapidly the more you are around the duelo captain.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're just playing hard to get." He slips between you and __(r/n), draping his arm over your shoulders. You immediately create distance between the two of you, your eyebrows knitting together.
"No, I'm not. Just like how I've told you many, many times before, I'm happily taken."
"That's just a lie." Luke steps closer to you once again. "You're always saying that."
"And I'm going to keep saying it." You were praying that someone would just date this idiot so he'd finally leave you alone. But all the other girls knew better.
"It's just that I've never seen or heard about him before." You feel your hand being taken in his and lures you close to his body. "If you really have a boyfriend, then where is he?"
"Right here." Fingers grip tightly on Luke's wrist, granting you freedom. You automatically knew who it was because only one voice made your heart jump. You whisper his name, your blonde and black haired boyfriend now blocking Luke's view from you. Scum like him didn't deserve to lay eyes on his girlfriend.
"Hey man, let go!" Luke's shout attracts a large audience from both academies. “Who the hell are you?”
"I’m ___(y/n)’s boyfriend.”
“What? Yeah right! I’ve never seen you two together!”
“It is none of your concern whether you have seen us together or not. If she has told you that she was already dating someone, you should have ceased your annoying advances from the beginning.”
It was almost as if Ranye’s golden orbs were eerily glowing the longer he held his gaze at the duelo captain.
“Che, whatever! I ain't wasting any more time with you. I got a match to win.” Luke pulls his hand back, trying to rub the pain away without seeming affected by the Sword Cane’s strength. Rayne ignores his comment, for now, and tends to you immediately.
"Are you alright?" He inspects for any physical injuries and distress in your eyes.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Rayne gently rests his hand on your cheek, rubbing the soft skin under his thumb. You smile into his touch, leaning into it. His lips slightly tug downard at the thought of you having gone through that boy's pestering for quite some time. Rayne heard you complain about your multiple rejections. He couldn't blame you since you respected the promise you both made in regards to hiding each other's identity. Also, knowing you, you didn't want to worry the magic blade user.
Well, he couldn't allow that to continue. He breathes out your name, his other hand claiming your free cheek.
"I think it's time to let everyone know our little secret." Rayne lays his lips over yours delicately, ignoring the various noises from the onlookers. You couldn't help but melt into his kiss, pressing yourself a bit closer to him. It felt so liberating and exciting now that you both can show each other off. He wanted it to be clear who exactly your mystery boyfriend was.
Hihi! I REALLY like the Finn's parenting HCs and your writing overall!! and now I want to make a lil request if you don't mind!
Ok so Now I wonder how will his older brother aka Rayne be like as a parent?? It's been on my mind for so long because Rayne is such a cutie patootie for me 😭
(My english is so bad so plz forgive me 😔)
been thinking about this after writing the parent hcs for finn tbh.... thank you for requesting <3
reader is fem! reader
ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʷ/ ʳᵃʸⁿᵉ !!
being rayne's wife includes...
rayne is only a heavy spender for very few things, but they're all within reason. his rabbits, finn, you, and most importantly, your children.
i'm also going to say he wasted no time knocking you up right after you got married bc you had your first kid (a girl) at the crispy age of 22 a year after you got married.
rayne is also 1000% a girl dad. has no problem dressing up in a pink sparkly tutu and a plastic tiara if it meant he could have a tea party with his daughter and her army of plushies. he memorized all of their names too bc why the hell wouldn't he?
genuinely does his best to give his little girl the childhood he couldn't have, so he makes sure the two of you stay as healthy as possible. i mean, this man cried a few times after the realization struck him that you were going to be parents because he feared that something would happen to either of you and his kid might suffer the way he did.
you had to do a lot of reassuring to get him feeling better, but that doesn't mean he won't go with you to your check ups. hell no, he's going to every single one to the point people might think he's the one pregnant or something.
hate hate HATES it when someone asks you two when you're going to have a son.
why would he want a son???? he's happy with just you and his daughter??? doesn't give a fuck what the gender of his baby is, as long as they're healthy he's fine
nearly butchered someone because they were assuming that rayne was miserable at home because you gave him a daughter IN FRONT OF HIS LITTLE GIRL
sadly, rayne had to resort to a stern talking to instead because he doesn't want to traumatize his baby.
takes annual anniversary vacations, when you leave your daughter with her uncle finn for a week or so and have time for yourselves.
doesn't even have to be adult activities or anything, y'all could just be lazy asses in bed and chill or something
one time you spent an entire week together being competitive and trying to find out who can solve a rubix cube the fastest, and it's been a core memory for the two of you even after the vacation.
doesn't care if you want to work or not because he has more than enough money to support both decisions. if you want to work, he'll hire a good nanny to take care of your daughter. if you want to stay at home and raise your little girl, he's happy enough to be the breadwinner.
would probably have your one daughter if it wasn't for the ridiculous baby fever he got after finn had his twins. it wasn't his fault you looked hot carrying an infant again, he swears.
by the time y'all stop having kids, he has four daughters. and he has nothing to complain about it.
he's literally living the dream life because he's got his five girls fawning over him whenever he gets home, feeding him, trying to brush his hair, trying to give him skin care, do his nails or something.
truly doesn't know what's so bad about having daughters when his little girls are absolute angels.
rayne is not a man of very words, but his actions say everything the world needs to know.
whenever people see your family out together, he's usually the one carrying the bags or pushing the stroller. claims that you shouldn't be doing much because you pushed out four human beings, why do you need to do so much???
was convinced he should be letting you rest for a whole year after one pregnancy, and the doctor didn't even bother correcting him because men like him are so rare
rayne's the type of husband that make other wives look at their husbands like "why can't you be like him???"
rayne would rather die in a ditch than be mean to you, honestly. even if he is genuinely mad and upset about something, he does his best to not yell at you or act aggressively because he knows you'll be scared of him one way or another. and in his eyes, it's pathetic and shameful that a husband would do something so bad to make their own wife fear them.
he is well aware that he signed up to protect you and your family, and he's going to do it right starting with the fact he presents himself as a safe space for you and your kids.
rayne would never take for granted of the fact you're the one who made him a father and a husband. he could easily be none of those things, but you went ahead and did it.
he is well aware of the pain you had to deal with when dating him for the first few months, and he is well aware of the pain he somewhat put you through while you were giving birth. and in both instances, rayne feels horrible that he still hurt you indirectly. which is why all his gentlemanly behavior persists, because he wants to make it up to you.
no one told him to be like that, ofc, but this is simply rayne's way of showing his love and respect for you <3
rayne having the habit to nuzzles his head on the crook of your neck and place lazy kisses (just like how he does w his bunnies) once he gets home and is tired (gets replenished instantly though)
oh ok.
DIVINE VISIONARY work is honestly so tiring, having to save and protect the country with your whole life. especially rayne, who did all that while also studying and having prefect duties to complete. every day is a tiring day, having no rest most of the times. so how exactly did he survive being tired all this time?
well, he has you. you, his personal charger. his personal energy replenishment. his personal little ball of happiness that consumes all tiredness the moment he sees you. whether it be in school, in your dorm rooms, or at home. all he wants to do is just be around you and he will forget that he even is tired.
just like any other days during semester break, rayne has a load of work as a divine visionary to complete and when he came home, he cannot resist but lean on you the moment you open the door. which eventually leads to the both of you just laying down on the living room sofa, watching a tv show you were watching the entire day.
rayne has a habit though. he is like a baby, a clingy and big baby. as you watch tv, rayne laid above you and buried his head into the crook of your neck. you can feel his breath against your skin. occasionally, he would talk about how his day played through by his muffled voice as it always plucks your attention away from the screen and onto him. you'd reassure him that you're listening by playing with his pretty hair or even giving his head little massages.
by doing that, it makes the ames sleepy and so very loved. he loves your fingers running through his hair. he loves you. rayne smiles against your neck very often at the little things you do to show him how much you appreciate him. rayne also kisses your neck lazily always, while he is sleepy by your head massages. sometimes he kisses your neck so much that he falls asleep and forgets that it's hard to breathe in the corner or it's uncomfortable.
that's okay though, you'll always slowly and carefully shift him so he has a comfortable space to sleep. at the end, you'll fell asleep with him.
note: me thinking so damn hard about a neutral way to say "she's just a girl" bc yes it's a joke but not inclusif enough and ugh it turns out bad
Feel free to request! Take a look at the rules before :)
I hope you enjoy !
It’s not that you don’t like to work with Rayne, it’s the opposite in fact. He always has the right word, a good point to make and it’s easy to explain your point. But if there was one thing you had to point out, it would be how seriously he looks at you when you work. Or when he doesn’t have anything to do, in fact.
Yes, you were sensitive to his charms, but you don’t know if he’s conscious about it at all. Whenever he talks, you have to stay focused on what he’s saying without minding too much his voice, or just even his lips – which are usually dry, you wished you could hand him your lip balm without thinking of the indirect kiss that would create. You’re just a normal teenager, you lose it easily around your crush.
But right now, your real problem was that you were talking and he was listening. Which means that he, it seems like, has to look deeply into your eyes when you make eye contact. Things are, you can’t stay concentrated when he glances at you that way. There’s something so simple yet interesting, he’s drinking all your words as some divine speeches and your brain stops braining. You found yourself mumbling a few words that don't mean anything anymore, you can’t bounce back on you last words because you already forgot them ; and of course you don’t miss the way his eyes fell on your lips for a second before looking back at your eyes.
You can’t help but look away, a burning hot feeling on your cheeks and the second you turned your face away, something cold grabbed your before you could. Your eyes are back into his, getting lost when he doesn’t say anything, simply holding you still.
You’re alone in the library, it’s about to close yet you still have so much to do but it’s like time stopped. He can’t get his eyes off you, nor can you. Cat got your tongue for a few seconds that felt like minutes before you opened her mouth.
“Why do you always look at me like that ?” you whisper, scared that if you speak up you’ll break something.
“Can’t I when you talk to me ?” You’re losing it. Your mouth is dry and keeping the eye contact is killing you. If he looks at your lips one more time you’ll be a goner. Moving his fingers along your jawline instead now, he got a little closer, his nose brushing against yours. “So ?” he insisted, since he didn’t hear your answer but you only nodded at him.
Then his eyes took another peek at your lips, and he’s about to speak again, but you can’t help but lay a small kiss on his lips before he does.
It’s his time to be surprised but not enough to let go when you try to pull away.
“You’re really thinking you’ll get away with that ? Wait ‘til we get to the dorm.”
Freaking obsessed with this man as well lately. I'm not done with mashle yet but soon and I'm SO SAD. I loved it so much ❤️🩹
