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Characters: Sae Itoshi, Vivian Hugo, Bunny Iglesias and Seishiro Nagi
A/n: You know the saying 'write what you want to read' and I highkey needed something comforting, and I hope it can bring you guys some comfort too
Sae Itoshi
It had been one of those days where every conversation seemed to go just slightly wrong.
Someone had made a joke you took literally, and by the time you realized everyone else had been laughing, the moment had already passed. Another person had called you quiet, someone else just suddenly asked if you were mad at them, and although none of it had been malicious, every little misunderstanding stacked on top of the last until it became impossible to separate them. By the time you got home, your head was buzzing from trying to replay every interaction and figure out where you had messed up.
Sae noticed almost immediately.
He didn't ask if you were okay, he could tell you weren't. Instead, he simply looked up from where he'd been reviewing match footage, quietly setting the tablet aside as you stood in the doorway looking completely drained. He waited, patient like always. Unlike most people, he never rushed to fill silence just because it exists.
When you finally admitted that you were tired of feeling like everyone else had received instructions for just existing that you had somehow missed, the words came out messier than you intended. You told him how exhausting it was to constantly guess what people actually meant instead of what they said, how embarrassing it felt to realize hours later that you'd misunderstood something everyone else seemed to grasp immediately. Somewhere in the middle of your explanation, your voice cracked with frustration.
Sae listened without interrupting you.
By the time you finished, you were already bracing yourself for the same reassurance people always offered. You seem normal to me. You're overthinking it. Don't worry so much.
Instead, Sae frowned slightly, almost as though the obvious answer had been sitting in front of you the whole time.
"They expected you to understand something they never actually communicated."
The sentence was so simple that you almost laughed.
You tried to argue that everyone else had understood anyway, but he dismissed the point with the smallest shake of his head.
"So?"
His expression barely changed.
"If five people assume the sixth person can read their minds, that isn’t proof the sixth person failed. Not understanding what was never clearly communicated is not a failure."
There wasn't a hint of pity in his voice. If anything, he sounded mildly annoyed on your behalf.
Sae had never been someone who cared much for social conventions in the first place. He valued directness because it was more efficient, and because of that, your way of communicating had never seemed strange to him. If you asked questions, you wanted actual answers. If you said something, you meant exactly what you said. There were no hidden meanings to decode and no games to play. Compared to people who expected others to magically understand sarcasm, vague hints, or invisible social rules, he honestly found you easier to be around.
His hand eventually found yours, he always did that because he knew you liked the grounding feeling of it. His thumb brushed absentmindedly over your knuckles as he spoke again.
"You don't have to become better at pretending."
You looked over at him.
"I'd rather the people around you become better at communicating with you."
For someone as blunt as Sae, it was probably one of the kindest things he could have said. Because he wasn't asking you to adapt. He was telling you that maybe the world should meet you halfway instead.
Vivian Hugo
It had started with something so small that you almost felt embarrassed for being upset by it.
A group conversation had shifted without warning, everyone bouncing off each other's jokes as though they all instinctively knew where it was going. You'd answered one sarcastic question sincerely, only to realize a second too late that nobody else had been serious. The awkward silence hadn't lasted long before someone laughed and waved it off with a jokingly meant careless"God, you're so literal."
They hadn't meant anything by it, and exactly that almost made it worse. Because if nobody had intended to hurt you, then why did it still sit so heavily in your chest hours later?
When you finally found Hugo, he was exactly where you expected him to be, seated by the window with a blank book resting open across his knees. Youjust sat beside him without speaking, he glanced at you once before closing the notebook.
"You have been replaying the same conversation."
It wasn't phrased as a question bu you nodded anyway.
"I don't understand why everyone else just... gets it." You stared down at your hands. "I feel like everyone else is following rules that nobody ever bothered to tell me."
He considered your words carefully, almost clinically. There was no rush to reassure you with empty optimism because, quite frankly, he didn't believe in that sort of thing. If he was going to disagree with you, it would be because he genuinely believed your conclusion was flawed.
"I think" he began slowly "you have mistaken a majority for a universal truth."
You looked over at him, confused.
"Most people communicate indirectly. Therefore, society assumes indirect communication is the correct method."
He paused.
"That does not logically follow."
You couldn't help the tiny smile pulling at your lips. Trust hugo to turn your existential crisis into a philosophical argument.
"They still understand each other."
"Frequently they do not."
"...What?"
"I have observed countless people expecting others to infer their feelings instead of expressing them." His expression remained as calm as ever. "They misunderstand each other constantly. They simply normalized it."
You blinked. "...I never thought about it like that."
"You notice different information than they do."
He said it so matter-of-factly that it almost startled you.
"They recognize implied meaning. You recognize explicit meaning."
Neither was described as better. Neither was described as worse. Just... different. Hugo rested a hand against the closed notebook.
"If I handed a defender the responsibilities of a striker, I would not criticize him for failing to score a goal... because that is simply not his position."
"That makes sense."
"So why do you insist on judging yourself by standards designed for minds that function differently from yours?"
The question lingered in the silence between you.
For someone who believed so strongly that people were born with different strengths, your frustration had never looked like failure in his eyes. It looked like someone trying to force themselves into a role they had never been meant to play.
"I do not want you to become someone else. I would rather understand how you think."
Bunny Iglesias
The worst part wasn't the meltdown itself, it was what came after.
Once the tears had finally stopped and your breathing settled into something manageable again, all that remained was the crushing embarrassment. Your body felt heavy, your head ached from crying, and every memory from the meltdown made you want to disappear.
You hated that people had seen you like that, and you hated even more that you couldn't seem to stop it from happening.
The room was quiet by the time Bunny found you. Sunlight warming the room and bathing everything in warm gold, though you barely noticed. You were too busy staring at your shoes, trying not to overthink.
He approached you without announcing himself, lowering himself onto the ground beside you with enough space between your shoulders that you didn't feel crowded.
For several minutes, neither of you spoke but the silence wasn't awkward.
Bunny had always seemed strangely comfortable inside silence, as though he understood it wasn't something that needed to be fixed, eventually, you broke first.
"I think people get tired of me." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "I know I can be... difficult."
Bunny tilted his head slightly, watching the window instead of looking directly at you.
"I think" he murmured after a while, "people just become uncomfortable when they don't know how to respond."
You frowned.
"They see someone in pain. They cannot solve it. So they become uncomfortable." he paused for a second before continuing "But I don't believe that discomfort is your fault."
His words carried none of the forced optimism you'd grown used to hearing from other people. Bunny didn't pretend difficult feelings disappeared if you looked on the bright side, if anything, he seemed to understand better than most that pain usually lingered.
"I've spent a long time watching people smile when they don't mean it" he admitted softly. "It's exhausting."
You looked over.
"So... you don't think I'm too much?"
He laughed under his breatht "No. I think you've spent a very long time trying to become smaller, and you still apologize for taking up space."
His gaze met yours and something inside your chest tightened.
"I don't think you should."
There was no grand speech after that, No promises that everything would get easier. Just Bunny sitting beside you until the sun dipped lower, talking occasionally about whatever drifted into his mind, allowing the conversation to wander without expecting anything from you in return.
Seishiro Nagi
You'd become so good at masking that most people never noticed when you were struggling. They saw the practiced smile, the perfectly timed nods, and the careful effort you put into matching everyone else's reactions. They didn't see how exhausting it was to constantly monitor yourself, wondering whether your expression matched the conversation or if you'd spoken for too long about something you liked. By the time you got home, you felt completely hollow, like every bit of energy had been left somewhere outside your front door.
Nagi barely looked away from the game on his phone when he heard you come in.
"You're late."
"Sorry."
"Mhm."
You slipped off your shoes and shrugged off your jacket, trying your best to sound normal.
"There were a lot of people."
"...Sounds terrible."
A small laugh escaped you, and for a moment you thought maybe you could keep pretending. Maybe if you acted normal for just a little longer, you could make it through the evening without having to explain why your head felt so overwhelmed.
That illusion lasted less than a minute.
Nagi finally looked up properly, studying your face for only a few seconds before turning off his phone and setting it on the couch beside him. For someone who usually considered moving too much of a hassle, the gesture immediately caught your attention.
"...C'mere."
"You don't have to—"
"You did the thing again."
You frowned "...What thing?"
"The whole too many people thing." He said it so casually that you almost laughed "You come home and suddenly you get really quiet. You stop talking about whatever you've been thinking about all day."
He tilted his head slightly, still looking at you with that same expression.
"Then you keep saying you're fine even though you're obviously tired."
Your stomach dropped. You'd never realized there was a pattern. At least, not one anyone else would notice, you'd spent years learning how to hide the fact that socializing exhausted you, so hearing him list it so casually felt almost surreal.
"...You noticed?"
"Mhm."
"When?"
He shrugged lazily "Dunno, a while ago."
It made sense when you thought about it. Nagi wasn't particularly expressive himself, nor did he care much for pretending to be. If he was bored, he looked bored. If he was annoyed, everyone knew it. Maybe because he rarely performed emotions he didn't actually feel, the tiny differences in yours stood out to him far more clearly than they would to anyone else.
You let yourself sink onto the couch beside him, suddenly too tired to keep insisting that everything was fine.
"I am just so exhausted"
"Makes sense."
You turned to stare at him.
"That's it?"
He blinked, looking genuinely confused "What else am I supposed to say?"
"I don't know..."
"You're you." He said it as though that just explained everything.
"You always do your best so that other people can understand and accept you obviously that will get exhausting."
He leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes for a moment.
There wasn't even the slightest hint of judgment in his voice, he wasn't trying to balance your struggles with compliments or convince you that everything happened for a reason. To him, it was simply a fact. Your brain worked differently and that difference came with things that were difficult, and things that weren't. Neither cancelled out the other.
The apartment slowly fell quiet again. At some point, without really thinking about it, you leaned against his shoulder. Nagi shifted almost automatically, adjusting just enough that you were more comfortable. He never made a big deal out of taking care of you. Half the time, he probably didn't even realize he was doing it.
Request: Hiiii! Could I please request some NSFW Leon S. Kennedy x male reader from Resident Evil? I'd love something that focuses more on other sexual stuff instead of anal, I have a hard time finding fics that don't include that. Thank you so much if you decide to write this! ❤️
Warning: Frotting, 69, cum marking, cum swallowing, I just kinda blacked out while writing this lmao
The restaurant had been your idea, some Italian place close to both of your places that seemed nice enough. Leon seemed a bit out of place in this very homey interior, especially because he was very tense and often looking around, but he'd relaxed eventually. Wine especially helped and so did your hand on his thigh under the table, thumb tracing slow circles that slowly moved up as time passed.
Now you were fumbling with his apartment door, keys somewhere, hands everywhere.
"Easy" he murmured against your mouth, walking you backward into the dark hallway. His hands found your hips, steadying you both. "We got all night."
"Been waiting long enough" you shot back, fingers curling into the collar of his jacket, tugging him down. His lips met yours, soft at first, more of a teasing brush that made you chase him. He let you catch him, mouth opening under yours, tongue sliding wet and warm against your own. He tasted like the wine you drank and something sweeter.
The jacket hit the floor. You yanked at his shirt next, pulling it free from his waistband, palms finally splaying across his stomach. His abs contracted under your touch, a sharp intake of breath through his nose. He kissed you harder, pressing you into the wall, one hand braced beside your head while the other felt along your side.
"Bedroom" you gasped between kisses.
"Impatient."
"You've been flirting with me for three months, Leon. Three months. I'm not impatient, I'm fucking desperate."
He laughed, low, warm, vibrating against your throat where his lips had traveled. His teeth grazed your pulse point, and your head fell back, thunking against the wall. "Three months of you looking at me like that? You think I wasn't losing my mind too?"
His hips rolled against yours, and you felt it, the thick, hard length of him through his jeans. Your mouth watered. He was big. You'd suspected, but feeling it pressed against you, hot and heavy even through layers of fabric, made your cock throb in response.
"Then stop teasing" you whispered.
He pulled back just enough to look at you. Those blue eyes, dark now, pupils blown wide. His lips were swollen, glistening "Who said I'm teasing?" His voice dropped. "I'm just savoring you."
But he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down the hall anyway.
His bedroom was sparse, bed, dresser, nightstand with a lamp which he turned on to fill the room with warm light. No decorations, no personal touches. You'd think about that later, what it meant about him, but right now all you cared about was the way he was stripping off his shirt, revealing the toned planes of his chest and stomach that you could only feel earlier. A dusting of light hair across his chest, trailing down his stomach in a thin line that disappeared beneath his waistband.
You reached for him, palms flattening against his chest, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. He let you explore for a moment, watching your face, before his hands went to the hem of your shirt.
"Off" he commanded.
You raised your arms, and he pulled it over your head, tossing it aside. His gaze swept down your torso, seemingly appreciating the viww. One hand came up, knuckles dragging down your sternum, across your stomach. You shivered.
"Lie down" he said.
You obeyed, settling against his pillows, watching him approach the foot of the bed. He took off his boots and you did the same, then reached for his belt. The leather hissed through the loops, and he dropped it with a clatter. The button came next, then the zipper, slow, like he knew exactly what the sound did to you. He shoved the jeans down, stepping out of them, and stood there in black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock. It curved slightly to the left, straining against the fabric, a wet spot darkening the cotton near the tip.
"Fuck" you breathed.
He smiled, confident. "Like what you see?"
"You know I do."
He crawled onto the bed, over you, caging you in with his arms. His mouth found yours again, hungrier now, all teeth and tongue. You kissed back just as desperately, hands moving across his broad shoulders, down the flexing muscles of his back. He settled his weight between your spread thighs, and you both groaned when your cocks pressed together through the remaining fabric.
"Feel that?" He ground against you, a slow roll of his hips that made sparks dance behind your eyelids. "Feel how fucking hard you make me?"
"Leon—"
"Three months" he repeated, biting at your jaw, your earlobe. "Three months of thinking about this. About you underneath me. About what sounds you'd make." Another grind, harder. "You sound even better than I imagined."
You were gasping, fingers digging into his shoulders, hips bucking up to meet his. The friction was incredible but not enough, too many layers between you. You needed skin.
"Too many clothes" you managed.
"Agreed." He pushed himself up, kneeling between your legs, and hooked his thumbs into your waistband. "Lift."
You raised your hips, and he pulled everything off in one motion, pants, underwear, gone. His eyes fixed on your cock, standing flushed and leaking against your stomach.
"Look at you" he murmured, wrapping a hand around you. His grip was firm, calloused and perfectly tight. Your spine arched off the mattress. "Fucking gorgeous."
He stroked you once, twice, thumb swirling over the head, smearing the wetness around. Then he released you, and you whined at the loss.
"Patience." He stripped off his own underwear, and his cock sprang free, long, thick, slightly curved, the head flushed a deep pink. A bead of precum welled at the tip. You wanted it in your mouth immediately.
But Leon had other plans. He lowered himself again, aligning your bodies so your cocks pressed together, hot and hard. The sensation made you both inhale sharply. He was longer than you, thick enough that your fingers would strain to wrap around him. The visual alone, seeing your dicks pressed together, both leaking, was almost enough to make you lose it. But Leon wanted more. He closed his hand around both of your lengths, holding you together as he moved
He started moving, rolling his hips in a slow rhythm that dragged his length against yours and his hand. The friction was maddening, slick where your precum mixed, hot where your skin pressed together. You planted your feet on the mattress and pushed up to meet him, finding the rhythm, increasing the pressure.
"Fuck, that's good" he groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder. His breath came in harsh pants against your skin. "You feel so fucking good."
"More" you demanded. "Harder."
He laughed breathlessly. "Greedy." But he complied, snapping his hips faster, grinding against you with more force. The wet slide of your cocks together in his hand filled the room with obscene sounds, skin on skin, the slick of precum, your shared moans.
You grabbed his ass, pulling him closer, encouraging him. The muscle flexed under your palms, tight and powerful. He was beautiful like this, sweat gleaming on his chest, those blue eyes half-lidded with pleasure, mouth open and panting.
"I want to taste you" you said suddenly. "Leon, please, I want your cock in my mouth."
He stilled, a shudder running through his whole body. "Jesus." He swallowed hard. "You can't just say shit like that."
"Why not?" You rolled your hips beneath him, reminding him you were both still hard, still desperate. "I've been thinking about it for three months too, you know. Want to feel you on my tongue. Want to make you fall apart."
He kissed you fierce and bruising, then pulled back with a strained sound. "Alright. On your back, head toward the foot of the bed."
You moved quickly, understanding. He positioned himself over you, knees on either side of your chest, his cock heavy and flushed inches from your face. But he didn't stop there. He leaned forward, bracing his hands beside your hips, and you realized his mouth was now level with your own aching erection.
Sixty-nine.
"Fuck yes" you breathed, and then you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and guided him into your mouth.
He groaned, a deep rumble you felt more than heard, as your lips stretched around his girth. He was thick, thicker than you'd expected, and you had to really relax your jaw to take him in. The taste of him flooded your senses: salt and musk. You swirled your tongue around the head, dipping into the slit, and he jerked above you.
Then his mouth was on you, and you forgot everything else.
He took you deep in one smooth motion, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing flat against the underside of your shaft. The wet heat was overwhelming. You moaned around his cock, the vibration making him shudder, and he responded by sucking harder, bobbing his head in a rhythm that had your toes curling.
You tried to focus, to match his pace, but he was too good. Every time you found a rhythm, he'd do something, swallow around you, trace a vein with his tongue, hum low in his throat, that shattered your concentration. Your hand worked what you couldn't fit in your mouth, twisting in a uneven rhythm.
"Leon—" you tried to say, but it came out muffled, garbled around his cock. He understood anyway, pulling off just long enough to gasp "I know. Me too. Don't stop."
You didn't. You sucked him deeper, fighting your gag reflex, wanting all of him. His hips stuttered, thrusting shallowly into your mouth, and you took it, relaxed your throat, let him use you. The sounds he was making, strangled moans, bitten-off curses, spurred you on.
Your own orgasm was building fast, pressure coiling at the base of your spine. You tried to warn him, tapping his thigh, but he just redoubled his efforts, swallowing you to the root and working his throat around you.
That was it. You came hard, spilling into his mouth with a muffled cry, whole body seizing. He took it all, swallowing every pulse, milking you through it with sucks that had you writhing from overstimulation.
When you finally went limp, he pulled off you with a wet sound. Your cock twitched, oversensitive, as he shifted above you. You realized you'd stopped sucking him when you came, your hand still wrapped loosely around his shaft.
"Sorry" you managed, voice rough.
"Don't be." His voice was wrecked. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."
You tightened your grip, stroking him firmly, and he hissed. "Let me finish" you said. "I want you to come on me."
His whole body went rigid. "What?"
"I want you to come on me" you repeated, clearer this time, looking up at him from beneath heavy lids. "Mark me. Show me you're mine."
He moved before you could blink, repositioning himself, straddling your chest, one hand braced on the headboard while the other wrapped around his cock. He was close already, you could tell. His abs were clenched, jaw tight, chest heaving.
You reached up, pinching his nipple, and he shattered.
"FUCK—" His cum hit your chest in hot stripes, thick white liquid painting your skin. He stroked himself through it, muscles jumping, head thrown back to expose the column of his throat. You watched, mesmerized, as rope after rope covered you. The smell of him, musk and sex, filled your nose.
When he finally stilled, he was trembling. He looked down at you, flushed, sweaty, covered in his cum, and his expression changed to tenderness mixed with hunger.
He leaned down and kissed you, slow and deep, licking into your mouth like he couldn't get enough. When he pulled back, you were both completely breathless.
"Stay" he said quietly. Not a question, but not quite a command either. Something more in between "Tonight. Tomorrow. As long as you want."
You smiled, reaching up to brush damp hair from his forehead. "I'm not going anywhere."
But even as you said it, you felt him half-hard against your thigh already, stirring again, ready for round two.
A/N: So, I noticed that I actually haven't written for Ruggie before, so I thought it was about damn time. And again, to all my fellow asexuals out there, I hope this brings you some comfort. ♡
Leona Kingscholar
When you tell Leona you're asexual, he doesn't react immediately.Not because he doesn't cares, actually you interrupted him suddenly during his nap so he takes a second so yawn and stretch.
"...That's it?"
You stare. "What do you mean, that's it?"
Leona cracks one eye open.
"I mean, is that the thing you've been stressing over for a week?"
The fact he somehow already knew you were nervous is annoying.
The fact he's right is even more annoying. You try explaining it anyway.
How some people leave. How some people expect things. How you didn't want to waste his time.
Leona looks genuinely unimpressed.
"Tch. If I didn't wanna be here, I wouldn't be."
It's such a Leona answer that it almost makes you laugh. He becomes surprisingly irritated whenever you seem hesitant about boundaries.
Not because of the boundary itself; but more because you keep acting like you're asking permission to have one.
"Just say what you want."
"But—"
"Herbivore."
The warning tone immediately shuts you up.
"If you're uncomfortable with something, then you're uncomfortable with it."
Conversation over. Leona likes physical affection, but he's also incredibly adaptable.
If cuddling is your thing? Perfect.
You're trapped beneath a very tall lion beastman every afternoon for the foreseeable future. Congratulations.
He honestly prefers sleeping with you curled up against him anyway.
Vil Schoenheit
Vil notices something is bothering you long before you actually tell him.
You spend three days trying to figure out the perfect way to explain being asexual to him, and Vil spends those same three days waiting for you to finally say it.
When you eventually tell him, you barely get halfway through your explanation before he sighs.
"My dear."
Immediately you panic.
"Is that a problem?"
Vil looks offended. Actually offended.
"Why would it be?"
You just stare at him. Vil reaches over and takes your hand.
"If I wanted someone else, I would be dating someone else."
Simple. Matter-of-fact and completely genuine.
Vil is incredibly good at discussing boundaries, not because he's asexual himself but because healthy relationships require communication.
And communication is something he values deeply.
He wants to know exactly what makes you comfortable. What makes you uncomfortable. What makes you feel loved.
These conversations are really important to him and he never sees whatever you say as a inconvenience orobligations, just simply important information about someone he loves dearly.
One thing Vil refuses to tolerate is people acting like asexuality means you're somehow less capable of love. The second someone starts implying that in any way, his smile becomes terrifyingly beautiful, and terrifyingly dangerous.
The person immediately regrets speaking.
"You seem very confident discussing a relationship that isn't yours."
Vil loves reminding you that relationships don't have to look the same for everyone. Whenever insecurities creep in, he shuts them down quickly.
"You don't need to fit someone else's definition of happiness."
His thumb brushes against your hand.
"You only need to find your own."
One of Vil's favorite things about you is your honesty. He knows how difficult it can be to reveal vulnerable parts of yourself. Especially when rejection feels like a possibility.
The fact you trusted him with that means more than he'll ever properly put into words.
Cater Diamond
You spend weeks trying to figure out how to tell Cater. Which is unfortunate. Because Cater notices after about four minutes.
Not that you're asexual specifically, just that something is bothering you.
"Okay, spill."
You nearly drop your phone.
"What?"
"Something's been living rent-free in your brain and not in a good way."
You eventually tell him. Very nervously. Very awkwardly.
And the second you finish talking, Cater reaches over and pokes your forehead.
"Gosh, babe. You were stressing over that?"
The relief is so immediate you almost cry and his expression softens instantly when he notices.
"Hey."
His voice becomes quieter.
"Nothing about you changed."
Cater is honestly one of the easiest people to talk to afterward. If you have boundaries? Cool.
If they change later? Also cool.
If you need time figuring things out? Still cool. He'd rather have an honest conversation than make assumptions.
He becomes your number one defender online and offline. Someone says something ignorant?
Cater has several arguments ready against whatever that person said, he won't allow anyone to talk shit no matter what.
He's very affectionate, but he's always checking in with you. Not in an awkward way, just little short questions sometimes.
"You good?"
"This okay?"
"Want me to stop?"
The questions become so natural that eventually you barely notice them. Cater secretly loves that he never has to guess where he stands with you. You tell him things, you trust him.
Most people spend their entire life not accepting themselves and that you trusted him with your love means everything to him.
Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie is convinced you're about to break up with him. Absolutely convinced.
You ask if you can talk. He starts getting heart palpitations. You look nervous. Now his heart full on stops.
By the time you finally tell him you're asexual, he's already mentally preparing for disaster. So when you finish speaking, there's a very long silence.
"...That's all?"
You stare.
"What do you mean that's all?"
Ruggie clutches his chest dramatically.
"I thought you were gonna tell me you hated me!"
Now you're both staring. Eventually you starts laughing. Partly because you feel relieved and partly because you can't believe that you had been so worried about this.
But when you look up and see his expression, you immediately know you're about to get bullied.
"Awwww. You thought I was gonna leave over that?"
"Ruggie."
"Awwww."
"Ruggie."
He's grinning now.
"That's kinda sweet, actually."
You threaten to leave. He apologizes (mostly).
After that, Ruggie becomes very attentive to your comfort. He's already good at reading people. Growing up made that a survival skill.
So he notices quickly whenever you're uncomfortable but trying not to say anything. And he calls you out every single time.
He loves affection regardless in any way that feels good to you. Holding hands, leaning against you, napping together, throwing himself into your personal space.
Honestly, not much changes. Except maybe he's even more protective. Ruggie knows what it's like when people look down on things they don't understand.
So if somebody says something rude? Suddenly he's appearing out of nowhere. Smiling. Which is usually a bad sign.
One thing Ruggie never wants is for you to feel guilty. Not for your boundaries. Not for your orientation. Not for anything.
If he catches you apologizing for being asexual, he's immediately shutting that down.
"Nope."
"What?"
"Nope."
"That's not an argument."
"Still nope." Then he flops onto your lap before you can escape.
"You don't gotta earn being loved, y'know."
The words come out so casuallyy almost too casually.
Like he isn't saying something so important. Ruggie tilts his head up to look at you.
A/N: Happy Pride Month, guuuys! 💜 As an asexual person, it just felt right to write this.
Not gonna lie, I kind of need something like this in my life, so I hope some of you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
When Kaiser first asks you out and you tell him you're asexual, he just stares at you for a moment
Not because he's upset, he's just processing what you are saying, staying silent for a second
When you then nervously explain what being asexual means and immediately start preparing yourself for disappointment or rejection, he's almost offended that you think this would scare him away
"That's what you're worried about?"
The question catches you off guard
Kaiser has always been someone who chooses very deliberately and he chose you
Then after a pause:
"You being asexual doesn't suddenly make me stop liking you."
He absolutely notices when you seem nervous bringing up boundaries
Especially early in the relationship
Every time you hesitate before saying you're uncomfortable with something, his expression gets a little more irritated
Not at you but more at the fact that you're expecting him to react badly
"You're allowed to tell me no."
The first time he says it it's blunt, like it should just be obvious
"I don't know who convinced you that your comfort is negotiable, but it definitely isn't."
It's one of those moments where Kaiser accidentally says something incredibly reassuring without even realizing just how much that means to you
Kaiser is surprisingly attentive when it comes to learning what affection actually means to you and what you enjoy
Not what other people expect from a relationship but actually what makes you feel fulfilled in this relationship
Maybe it's sitting together in comfortable silence
Maybe it's listening to you ramble about your interests
Maybe it's even you guys having some make-out sessions
He starts collecting those things, memorizing them
The same way he memorizes weaknesses on a football field
Except this time he's learning all the things that make you smile and let you feel loved when being with him
He gets very possessive about one specific thing:
People making assumptions about your relationship
If someone starts implying that your relationship must be lacking something because you're asexual, Kaiser becomes unbearable
The kind of unbearable that comes with a terrifying smile
That's usually how it starts
"So you've decided you're an expert on my relationship?"
Nobody enjoys the conversation after that except Kaiser probably
He secretly loves that you're comfortable enough to be completely honest with him
Kaiser is used to people pretending
Around relationships that feel conditional
So the fact that you trusted him with something vulnerable means more than he'll ever admit
Sometimes after you already dated for a while he catches himself thinking about the moment you told him
The way you looked so nervous but you trusted him anyway
If you're ever insecure about being asexual, Kaiser notices
He always notices when something is wrong with you
Unfortunately
Because it means escaping the conversation becomes impossible
He'll corner you on the couch, or trap you between him and a kitchen counter, staring until you finally talk
"Stop overthinking."
"That's not helpful."
"It's more helpful than whatever nonsense you're currently telling yourself."
Eventually the truth comes out
Maybe you're worried you're difficult to love
Maybe you're worried you're not enough
Maybe someone said something that got under your skin
And Kaiser just looks at you
Like he's trying to understand how you could possibly believe that
"You realize I wake up every day and choose you."
His voice is quieter then
"Nobody is forcing me to be with you."
"I know."
"Good."
He reaches for your hand
"Then stop acting like you're some burden that I'm forced to tolerate."
Kaiser becomes very protective of your identity
Not in a weird way, more in a "nobody gets to make you feel small for this" way
If someone says something dismissive, he remembers
If someone makes you uncomfortable, he remembers
If someone treats your orientation like a phase or a problem to solve, he definitely remembers
Kaiser already struggles with letting go of things and this is more than enough of a reason for him to hold a grudge
One of the softest things about him is that he never treats your asexuality like a flaw he has to work around
It isn't an obstacle and definitely not a inconvenience
It isn't something he tolerates because he loves you, to him, it's simply part of you that he has no problem with
And Kaiser has never been interested in loving people in pieces
If he's going to love someone, he loves the whole person
Every wonderful part no matter how easy or complicated
Including this one
Sometimes when it's just you two late a t night lying together in your bed, him pulling you against his chest so that you can't look at his face he can be really honest
"You know what I like about you?"
You ask what
He takes a moment to answer
"You never tried to become someone else."
"Everyone spends so much time trying to be what people want."
A/n: I’m actually a cosplayer currently in con crunch, which is what inspired this idea. Unfortunately I don’t have much time to write fanfics at the moment due to con season, but I hope I’ll be back soon!!
Leona Kingscholar
You’re sewing at 3 AM? He’s pulled your chair back and basically forced you into his lap so you stop hunching like a goblin
“Eat something” is not a suggestion. It’s a command, followed by getting food delivered and refusing to let you go until you take a bite
If you’re wig styling, he’ll sit nearby pretending to nap, but he’s actually watching you so you don’t overwork yourself
He absolutely steals your couch/bed the moment you blink during you working on something and expects you to continue working while he’s napping against you
If you cry over something going wrong (hot glue, seam ripping at the worst moment), he doesn’t like say anything, just quietly takes the project from you and fixes it (he is surprisingly talented no matter what the task is)
He will not fully understand cosplay hype… but he will go with you to the con just ward off anyone that is weird or rude
“You’re done for the day” is non-negotiable btw, he will literally carry you away from your workspace if needed
Lilia Vanrouge
He helps with sewing and I also think he would give you some more style ideas to maybe change up any canon design
Wig styling is now a two man thing, if you complain about needing extra hands to hold things up or to pin something into place he is right there beside you
He brings you snacks and sometimes tries to offer you his cooking but after that one incident you know not to accept anything he prepared personally
If you’re exhausted, he will maybe more playfully try to get you to relax and take a break
He helps you pack for the con especially if you are stressed while packing he will help you make sure that everything is in your bags
At the convention, he is the type to hype you up to strangers, if somebody compliments you he will definitely say something like “Yes they’ve been working tirelessly on that. It suits them beautifully, doesn’t it?”
You briefly lose him at least once because he wandered off because he spotted something interesting (don't worry he always still makes sure that he has you in his line of sight)
Malleus Draconia
Malleus finds your dedication to cosplay fascinating
If you are sewing at 2 AM he will appear beside you just asking if you have already eaten and if he should get something prepares
If something is too difficult (prop building, heavy materials), he will simply… fix it with magic like it’s nothing (sometimes to your displeasure)
You try to explain con logistics and he listens and nods along with anything that you tell him
He offers to attend the convention with you and that somehow actually makes you get less attention
He always stands beside you and if you excitedly tell him about things that you spot at the con he just looks at you with such a loving expression
He does not rush you ever, your crunch schedule is something that you need to work through (he still always tries to offer to help you with magic or money but you refuse him everytime)
At the con, he insists on carrying your things
Idia Shroud
He understands con crunch and somehow makes it worse by matching your sleep deprivation
Late-night wig styling turns into both of you sitting there with a anime playing in the background while he comments on some of the things happening on screen
He helps you 3D print props and will absolutely stay up for 18 hours monitoring the printer just to make sure that there are totally no issues
The Energy drink inventory in your shared space becomes alarming
He is deeply impressed by your cosplay skills and you love seeing him blush anytime you offer to cosplay one of his fav characters
If someone insults your work online, he will send a ton of hate that persons way (because no one can insult your hard work without there being consequences)
At the convention, he is half hidden in a hoodie next to you, but refuses to leave your side the entire time
He is actually insanely proud anytime someone tells you how good you cosplay is
Vil Schoenheit
Vil becomes your unofficial con crunch supervisor the moment he notices you overworking yourself
He schedules your meals, breaks, skincare, hydration, and makes sure your body is in the best condition for the con
Wig styling with his supervision is actually pretty nice, like he will fix a strand of hair you didn’t even notice was wrong
“That seam is uneven.” he says, and with his constant comments suddenly your whole project is elevated to competition-level quality
He helps you pick materials, colors, and styling choices and somehow everything becomes more professional instantly
If you try to stay up too late, he simply takes the project away with a look that ends arguments before they start
He is actually very proud of your cosplays and even organizes that you get professional photo shootings for your favorite cosplays
hii can you do a iso from valorant in a relationship (like dating) headcannons in a general sense?????
Iso isn’t overly clingy or anything but when you start dating you just notice that he is always jus there, it's just comes natural that he always exists within your space
He is pretty observant and always notices the small shifts in your mood, the way your voice changes when you're tired, your habits
In public you two are usually holding hands or you link your arms with his and when you walk side by side he always makes sure to match your pace
Eye contact with him is intense, when you’re talking, he’s fully focused on your with no distractions
At events he is often by your side holding your waist and making sure that nothing and no one bothers you especially because you always look so amazing
When he feels softer and more affectionate you can usually feel it in his kisses, the way he savors them and slowly moves his lips against you just says more than any words
If your stressed or overwhelmed he does whatever you need, talking to you in a softer tone, getting you food, and just overall pampering you until you feel better
He’s protective, but not controlling, there’s a difference, and he knows it
He won’t cage you in, but if someone crosses a line, he steps in
Jealousy is usually shown in small ways like, a tighter jaw, a sharper stare, a slight shift in how close he stands to you, he won’t start drama, but he will remind people (subtly) that you’re taken
When you reassure him, it definitely helps him, he won’t say it outright, but you’ll feel it in the way his shoulders relax
He never thought he would love spending so much time with you inside, you both just watching some show that you like while cuddled up
If you fall asleep on him, he doesn’t move
If you fell asleep on his lap he just watches you for a moment, making sure you’re actually resting, before maybe pulling a blanket over you and making sure your comfortable
He naturally becomes part of your routine, it's not on purpose but just happens naturally and it almost feels like he was always there
When he misses you, you can expect something pretty simple like “You busy?”
But when you see him again, you can always tell how happy he is to see you
He cares deeply about you, even if times get hard he always stays with you and the thought of leaving you would never cross his mind
Arguments with him are calm and very intense, sometimes you question if it would be better if you two would just scream at each other, but in the end you prefer how you two can always solve your arguments
If you ever doubt where you stand with him, he notices and no matter what he will assure you
He’ll step closer, holding your chin, and say it clearly: “You don’t have to question us. I’m here always.”
Being with Iso you always know that you have someone there that will never leave you and you will also never leave him
A/n: It's my first time writing a SFW alphabet but I hope it turned out good
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
She might not always say much, but her eyes always linger on you a little longer than necessary. Her hand finds yours like it belongs there, like it always has. She’s the type to press a kiss to your temple in passing, or rest her forehead against yours for just a second longer than needed
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
She’d be the kind of best friend who becomes your safe place, it just happens so naturally. Maybe one day you just saw her and decided to approach her and it just naturally went from there. Every time you see each other you just gravitate towards one another and talk
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Cuddling with Vi is very warm and almost protective, she pulls you close, one arm wrapped securely around you, fingers absentmindedly tracing along your back. She doesn’t always talk, sometimes she just holds you, breathing slow and even
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
A quiet life wasn’t something she could envision currently, but with you, it becomes something she wants. Evenings spent side by side, small routines, a shared space, she would love to have something like that with you
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
I almost can't imagine her breaking up with anyone but I think if it was maybe for your well being. She would be incredibly careful with her words, like you are something fragile that she doesn't want to break even in this situation
F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Commitment, to Vi, is pretty important.
She wouldn’t rush it, but once she’s sure, there’s no hesitation. Loving you isn’t something temporary to her, when she chooses you, it’s with her whole heart.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
There’s a softness in her that not everyone gets to see.
Her hands, usually so strong and sure, become careful when they touch you taking in every single one of your reactions. Emotionally, she’s still learning, but with you, she tries to be softer, to listen, to understand
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Her hugs feel like coming home.
Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you close without hesitation. Sometimes she just holds you there, swaying slightly, pressing her cheek against you
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
It takes time, but when she says it, it just feels so beautiful.
There isn't like a grand gesture or anything, just her voice sounding maybe a bit nervous while she expresses her feelings for the first time
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
She doesn’t like feeling jealous, but it happens.
You’ll notice it pretty quickly, she is standing closer, her touch more obvious, her gaze just screams jealousy
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Her kisses are warm, sometimes slow like she’s savoring the moment. Other times soft and quick, pressed to your forehead, your cheek, your hand. She likes kissing you when you least expect it, just to see your reaction
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
She’s unsure at first, but she softens quickly.
There’s a patience that comes out around kids, a protective instinct that runs deep. She might not always know what she’s doing, but she ties her best, and it shows
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings are slow with her, she’ll pull you closer before you can get up, burying her face against your shoulder, half-asleep and unwilling to let you go (it’s one of the times she’s openly veryy clingy)
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Nights are her favorite, it’s when the world quiets down, when she doesn’t have to be strong for anyone
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
She opens up gradually, piece by piece, every story, every confession, is something that she is carefully trusting you with. And the more you listen, the more she lets you in
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
She struggles with patience, but with you, she always makes the effort.
She listens more and tries not to let frustration take over. You’re someone she doesn’t want to hurt, not even by accident
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
She remembers what matters, but there are also the little things you think she doesn't notice (the way you take your drink, the small things that make you smile)
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Her favorite memories are the quiet more intimate ones. Moments where it’s just the two of you, no pressure, just you close with each other
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
She protects you without thinking, always aware, always ready. But she also trusts you, knows you’re strong, she doesn’t cage you in but lets you know that she will always be there for you
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
She shows love through effort, through showing up, through remembering, through trying, even when it’s hard
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
She can shut down when things get overwhelming. Push people away, go quiet when she should talk and this just makes it almost feel like she would leave at any moment
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
She’s confident, but not self-absorbed
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
She doesn’t need someone to complete her, but loving you adds something to her life she didn’t know she was missing
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Sometimes, when she thinks you’re asleep, she’ll brush her fingers through your hair or trace your face lightly, it's just this absentminded affection she doesn’t even realize she's doing
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
She can’t stand dishonesty, if someone won’t meet her halfway, won’t be real with her, she pulls back. She needs something genuine
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
She sleeps best when you’re close, even if she falls asleep on her own side, she’ll end up reaching for you in her sleep, like some part of her just knows where she wants to be
beware i may send a few reqs for fade valorant and f!reader,,,,for science 👁👁👉👈
could you give us some date or relationship (general) hcs for fade valorant?? like what we could expect, what she's like in a relationship etc??? i just love her sm i require all the fluff for my queen :"000
A/n: Fade really deserves some love!!! here are some more general dating headcanons I hope you like it <3
She is not soft in the way people expect. not at first. loving her feels like stepping into a dim room and slowly realizing there are candles everywhere, you just have to let your eyes adjust.
Physical affection kinda needs to be earned, but once she trusts you? It becomes something she needs, her hand will find yours without thinking, fingers hooking together as if it's the most natural thing
She’s a hoverer (but she’ll deny it) insists she’s just also needs something meanwhile she’s intently watching over your shoulder as you do something
Dates with her are usually quiet, she isn't one for overly loud places
Prefers something like a little local Cafè or just a cute little rooftop date where you watch the night sky together
She loves night markets though, loves the atmosphere and the smells and how happy you look any time you spot anything interesting, how you just so naturally grad her hand and pull her in whatever direction you wanna go makes her heart flutter
Her jealousy is morte quiet, she won’t make a scene unless she has to, but her presence alone is usually enough to make people back off, she knows how she has to look at someone to make them leave you alone
If someone does push it, she steps in, voice low, almost calm.
“you’re in my space
not loud or aggressive, just enough to make it clear they should leave
She worries, constantly, it took you a while to notice but now you can see it in almost every action and touch from her
You’ll catch her staring at you when she thinks you’re asleep, not in a creepy way, more like she’s memorizing you, like she’s afraid you might disappear if she looks away too long
She hates how much she needs you, it scares her
So sometimes she pulls back a little, gets quieter, more distant, not because she cares less about you, but because she cares too much
You learn to recognize it, the way her shoulders tense, the way she avoids your eyes, that’s when you gently pull her back in
She melts fast when you reassure her, it’s almost embarrassing how quickly her walls crack if you cup her face and tell her you’re not going anywhere
Her love language is touch and presence, she might not say “i love you” often, but she’ll sit beside you in silence for hours, thumb brushing over your knuckles like it’s a habit
Her prowlers…they linger more when you’re around, quieter, less aggressive, like even her nightmares soften in your presence
She adores when you wear her clothes (won’t admit it andacts like it’s nothing) but she stares, and her hands get a little more restless, tugging at the fabric, pulling you closer by your waist
Pet names slip out in turkish when she’s tired, soft, half-mumbled against your skin, she never translates unless you ask
If you get hurt? even something small? she goes still, like completely still, then she’s all over you, checking, touching, making sure you’re okay
“you need to be more careful” she murmurs, not leaving your side
She sleeps wrapped around you, arm over your waist, face tucked into your neck
Arguments are rare, but intense, she’s not good with words when she’s emotional and tends to shut down or get a little more mean, but she always comes back, always
Pressing her forehead against yours and just whispering“i didn’t mean that.”
She’s not good at asking for comfort. so she’ll just…linger, sit closer than usual, brush against you more, waiting for you to notice
When you do? when you pull her into your arms first? she exhales like she’s been holding her breath all day
Loving Fade feels like being trusted with something fragile and dangerous at the same time
And once she’s yours?
she’s yours in every quiet, protective, all-consuming way she knows how to be
“…stay” she murmurs one night, voice barely above a whisper, fingers tightening in your shirt.
Can I request future Sebek Zigvolt with fem!wife!reader.
Reader is a nurse as her job and since her husband is a royal guard that means injuries are a given. However she refuses to let the royal physician or medic handle it. She has the qualification and that's her beloved husband, of course she's gonna handle his injuries. Even if she's not at the castle, the second word gets out that Sebek has even a small injury she's there in an instant.
It is to the point that his mates and even Malleus teases him about it.
(Pls lmk if you need more than this or if I should send another ask)
A/n: This amount of info is perfect I wrote something short and sweet, which I hope you enjoy <3
Marrying Sebek Zigvolt meant accepting many things, his volume, his unwavering devotion to his duties, and the fact that danger would also often no be far. What you hadn’t expected, however, was just how quickly you would become part of that whole equation.
It started innocently enough. A minor cut, barely worth mentioning, earned during routine patrol. By all accounts, it should have been handled quietly by the castle’s medical staff. Instead, it turned into kind of a spectacle of your marriage, because the moment word reached you, you appeared.
Not later. Not after finishing your work.
Immediately.
No one ever quite figured out how you moved so fast, only that one moment Sebek was reporting as usual in the courtyard, posture straight and voice ringing with his usual authority, and the next, the doors burst open with a force that made even seasoned guards flinch. You walked in with purpose, medical bag in hand, eyes already locked onto the faint stain of red on his uniform.
Sebek barely had time to react. “My wife! This is hardly a situation that requires such urgency—”
“Sit.”
You didn’t raise your voice. You didn’t need to.
He sat.
The sheer immediacy of it stunned everyone present. Sebek Zigvolt, unyielding, proud, and so incredibly stubborn, had obeyed without hesitation. And from that moment on, it became something of an unspoken rule: if Sebek was injured, no matter how minor, it was you who would handle it.
It didn’t matter where you were. If someone so much as mentioned that he had been hurt, you would be there within seconds. Attempts to stop you were futile, and over time, even the royal physician learned to just step aside without question. After all, you were more than qualified (and far more terrifying) when it came to your husband’s well-being.
Sebek, for his part, insisted it was unnecessary.
“It is but a superficial wound” he would argue, face tinged with embarrassment as you carefully cleaned and dressed yet another injury. “There is no need for you to abandon your duties for something so trivial.”
“And let someone else take care of you?” you replied, not even glancing up from your work. “Absolutely not.”
“That is not what I meant” he huffed, though his voice lacked its usual force. “I simply— this level of concern is excessive.”
Your fingers pressed lightly against a bruised area, testing for tenderness. He flinched before he could stop himself.
You paused, raising an unimpressed brow.
“…A reflex” he muttered stiffly.
“Of course.”
Despite his protests, he never pulled away. In fact, the longer you worked, the quieter he became, his rigid posture softening slightly under your touch. This was something that always relaxed him, your hands steady and practiced, taking care of his wounds. It left him with no room to argue, no space to deflect, tending to him with a care he didn’t quite know how to respond to.
Unfortunately for him, others noticed.
“Oh? Another injury, Sebek?”
The voice alone was enough to make him straighten instantly, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that you were still holding his arm in place. He tried to stand, only to be gently (but firmly) pushed back down without so much as a glance in his direction.
“I assure you this situation is entirely under control.”
The others were obviously amused by his reaction (considering that it is completely different from his usual behavior) “I can see that. You appear to be receiving very thorough treatment.”
Sebek’s face turned a brilliant shade of red. “It is unnecessary! I have already stated that this injury is minor—”
“If it were truly minor, you wouldn’t be reacting like that when I touch it” you cut in calmly.
“I am not reacting—!”
He absolutely was.
The chuckle that followed did nothing to help his case. “It seems you are in very capable hands. One might even say… devoted ones.”
By the time you finished, tying off the bandage with practiced precision, Sebek looked like he might combust from a mixture of embarrassment and stubborn pride. The room gradually returned to normal as attention drifted away, though you could still hear suppressed laughter among his fellow guards.
You, however, remained focused, packing away your supplies with a small sigh. “There. Try not to make it worse.”
“I would not be so careless” he replied, though his tone was noticeably quieter now.
You gave him a look.
“…There is a possibility” he admitted after a pause.
A small smile tugged at your lips. Stepping closer, you adjusted his collar (a habit you’d developed over time), one he had never quite gotten used to. He stilled instantly, breath catching just slightly as your fingers brushed against his neck.
“You worry me” you said softly.
For once, he didn’t argue immediately. His expression changed “It is my duty to face danger” he said, though his voice had lost its edge.
“I know.”
Your hand lingered just a moment longer than necessary, warm against his skin.
“You don’t have to face it alone.”
Sebek hesitated, the words clearly catching him off guard. Then, slowly, almost carefully, his hand rose to rest at the back of your neck. His touch was firm but gentle.
I feel really lucky to have a bit of extra time this weekend, and I’m so excited to be working through all the requests you’ve guys sent in
I'm honored that so many people like my writing, and want me to write out their ideas
After this weekend, I will take a bit longer with answering requests, but please know I’ll get to them as soon as I can 🖤
YOU WRITE FOR HEARTSTEEL?! May I please question Kayn and Ezreal dating hcs (separately) where reader is apart of a witchy-equse pop girl group and has a younger teenage son?
A/n: YES!! I actually wrote for Kayn and Ezreal during Kinktober and was waiting for someone to request really anything for Heartsteel <3
Ezreal
Ezreal is immediately drawn to you in that wide-eyed, slightly overwhelmed way he gets when something genuinely fascinates him
Your whole witchy pop star image? The styling, the stage concepts, the subtle magical elements woven into everything you do, he eats it up. He tries to play it cool, but it’s obvious he thinks you’re one of the coolest people ever
When he finds out you have a son, it throws him for a second, not in a bad way, just in a “wait, this is actually really important” kind of way
Suddenly he’s overthinking everything, wondering if he’s good enough, if he’ll make a good impression, if he’s going to accidentally say something embarrassing (he most likely will)
The first meeting is… a little awkward
Ezreal tries way too hard to seem cool without looking like he’s trying, which just makes it obvious that he is trying
Your son notices immediately, but instead of being put off, he finds it kind of funny actually
What really wins your son over is how Ezreal doesn’t talk down to him, he doesn’t treat him like “the kid” just like any other person really
They end up bonding over random stuff (games, music, memes)and Ezreal naturally slips into this easy, friendly role without forcing it
He’s super supportive, telling your son he’s got this, acting like his biggest fan in a way that feels genuine rather than overbearing
With you, Ezreal is just such a softie
He gravitates toward you constantly, standing close, brushing against you, sneaking quick kisses whenever he can
After your performances, he’s practically glowing, like he just watched something unreal, always pulling you aside to tell you how incredible you were
Your son definitely notices how gentle Ezreal is with you, how easily he melts under your touch, and that ends up meaning a lot to him
It shows him that Ezreal isn’t just fun but someone actually good for you
There are some late nights with you working on music, your son asleep, and Ezreal half-dozing against you, completely at ease
When your son has a bad day, Ezreal doesn’t try to fix it or force anything
He just stays nearby, keeps things light, gives him space but lets him know he’s there
Overall, being with Ezreal feels just natural and fun
He fits into your world (and your family) in a way that is just right, and it feels like he was always a part of you
Kayn
Kayn’s interest in you is immediate, he doesn’t gush or openly react the way Ezreal would, he just watches you in the beginning
Your witchy aesthetic, the control you have on stage, the confidence in your presence, it all draws him in fast
When he learns you have a son, something in his behavior shifts
He doesn’t panic, but he becomes more deliberate and careful, like he understands that being with you means stepping into something that isn’t just about him or you
The first meeting between him and your son is tense, but not hostile, more like a quiet evaluation from both sides
Kayn doesn’t try to charm him or fake friendliness, he’s just honest, straightforward, which surprisingly ends up better than you thought at first
Your son ends up respecting him because of that
Kayn treats him like someone capable , not someone to be talked down to, and that mutual respect becomes the foundation of their dynamic
Kayn naturally takes on a more protective role, though he doesn’t make a show of it
He’s observant, always aware of what’s going on, always paying attention, if something’s wrong, he notices before anyone says anything
If your son ever runs into trouble, Kayn handles it quietly but effectively, just a calm, controlled response that makes sure the problem doesn’t repeat itself
With you, though, there is obviously a difference
He likes being close to you,grounding himself through you in small ways like his hand at your back, fingers brushing yours, or with you holding you onto him
He really likes your witchy side, not just because it looks good (though it absolutely does), but because he respects the discipline and intention behind it
Watching you perform affects him more than he lets on
He doesn’t cheer or hype loudly during the concert,l he just watches, focused, taking in every movement
Your son notices that Kayn softens around you, even if it’s subtle, the way his tone shifts, the way he lingers a little closer, it humanizes him and shows him how important you are to Kayn
Kayn is surprisingly good when it comes to giving advice, especially about things like frustration, anger, or pressure
He doesn’t sugarcoat anything, but he understands, and that honesty ends up being something your son relies on more than he expeted
There’s a clear sense of loyalty with him. Not something he says outright, but something you feel in the way he cares for both you and your son, the way he watches over both of you, the way he integrates himself into your life without trying to take it over
Overall, being with Kayn feels perfect, he doesn’t try to be anything he’s not and that ends up fitting into your world in a way that feels unexpectedly right
I finally opened my requests up again because I finally finished everything in my inbox (I definitely know that some asks have been eaten by tumblr sadly)
