#ceasar x reader

𝆹𝅥 NSFW/suggestive drabble

𝆹𝅥 Anby Demara, Hoshimi Miyabi, Zhu Yuan, Ceasar King, Burnice White, Tsukishiro Yanagi (ZENLESS ZONE ZERO)

𝆹𝅥 how loud they are in bed

Part 2 of these hc's: ☆

A/N: I really liked doing the first part, so im doing one for battle tendency. (Has been in my drafts since August...)

Characters: Joseph Joestar, Ceasar A. Zeppeli, Lisa Lisa.

Request: None

Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 866

Warnings: None

Summary: How I think César would act if you got sick, enjoy!

César hates being sick 

Like really hates being sick

Like goes to school with a fever and pretends he isn’t sick, hates being sick 

Because then he has to rely on people and there’s issues that come with that 

But, the only thing he hates more than being sick is you being sick 

Because that means you’re not your energetic, happy self 

That jumps on him randomly and dances with him 

You’re not eager to study with him (or tutor him, because that’s usually what ends up happening) 

You’re still, and tired, and in pain

And even though he really enjoys taking care of you, it worries him 

So, to keep himself from freaking out too much he’ll put you on bed rest

“Shut up and lay down.” César gently pushes you back down on your bed.

“But, I have to study!” You argue, trying to sit back up. 

“Study? You’re so pale you look like a ghost, you can’t study! I’ll take care of it. Just rest, babe.” 

He’ll stay home from school just to take care of you. Even if it’s just to watch you sleep he feels better being near you. Knowing that you’re safe and not on the ground somewhere because you fainted.

You stir from your sleep feeling a warm hand on top of yours. Opening your eyes you see César sitting on the chair next to your bed, rubbing your hand.

“Baby go to school, I’ll be okay” You whisper. 

“I can’t focus if you’re not there with me.” He replies, kissing your sweaty forehead. “I rather be here with you. Do you need anything?” 

When you get hungry he’ll run around looking for food. Cursing at himself for being unprepared. 

You peek through the crack of your bedroom door at your boyfriend pacing through your hallway, waiting for someone to pick up the phone. Then you hear pieces of his conversation. 

“Ruby, hey, what do you eat when you’re sick? No, I’m not sick. Y/N is. I don’t know, like 3 days. They have a fever, sore throat, runny nose, that kind of stuff. I don’t know what to do! No, I’m not freaking out, just answer the question. What do they need to eat? Soup and popsicles? Yeah, I can get that. Okay, thank you. I’ll tell them.”

Coming back into your room to kiss you on the cheek he says, "I'm going to get you some food and Ruby says to get well soon. He needs you to babysit the twins.”  

Usually you’ll only have a small cold, so you’ll get better quickly, but sometimes it’s worse

He’ll clean and disinfect everything when you throw up. He'll also keep reassuring that he loves you and you'll be okay you no matter how messy you get.

When you cry because of the pain, he’ll hold you and try to keep you as comfortable as possible 

You sniffle and turn away from César in the bed, “I don’t want to get you sick.” 

“I don’t care, how many times do I have to say that. I hate when you cry.” He turns you so you face him and kisses you, while wiping away your tears.

“Sorry, my throat hurts so much.” You say softly. 

“I know, in awhile we can try eating another popsicle. I’ll stay here until you’re not in pain. Just keep hugging me.” 

He’ll make sure you take your medicine when you’re supposed to. Even if he has to threaten you. 

“Sweetheart, wake up.” César whispers, slowly rubbing your back.

“Go away,” You yawn, snuggling into the teddy bear César bought you. 

“Nope,” He pulls away the sheets, revealing you in heart pajamas, clutching the brown teddy bear. “It’s time for medicine.” 

You groan, “It’s gross, I’ll take it later, I’m feeling better.” 

“No, you have to take it down. Your fever is going down, but it hasn’t broken. Take the medicine.” 

“Babe, it’s so gross. Don’t make me take it.” 

“Take it or…” He pauses. “I’ll call Oscar.”

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth so César could pour the green syrup into your mouth. You put your hand over your mouth so you don’t spit it out as you swallow it. 

Putting the sheets back onto you he whispers, “I know it sucks, but it will make you feel better.” 

“I know, just get in bed with me, I’m cold.” 

Once you feel better, he’ll pride himself in his caring boyfriend abilities. 

You sit hand in hand with César at the lunch table, listening to him ramble on how he took care of you. 

“I almost called Oscar, I really didn’t know what to do, but I figured it out. A man has to take care of his partner.”

“I think we all know who’s the man in the relationship, but we’re glad you’re feeling better Y/N” Monse adds.

You laugh, “Thanks Monse, but César did great.” 

He kisses you and pulls you closer, “Anything for you, being without you makes me sick.”

You hug him, then get up to get something to drink. 

At the table César watches you walk away with a smile, before sneezing. 

Monse, Ruby, Jamal, and Jasmine look surprised at him shrug, before saying, “Definitely worth it. 

Inspired by a scene from Sakamoto Desu Ga. I affectionate that show so much.

Enjoy~

𝆹𝅥 Neutral drabble (can be taken as romantic or platonic)

𝆹𝅥 Caesar King (ZENLESS ZONE ZERO)

Life in the Outer Ring may not be easy but that doesn't makes it less worthy of living, besides, you always had each other, you two have grown together and have always been there for the other when you most needed it, you two have grown to like this life as it is and has even been able to look forward to the future. Life in the Other Ring is not as bad as others may think neither is completely excluded from the city, to visit the city for the Sons of Calydon wasn't something imposible, actually it was pretty common to see them wandering the streets from time to time, still it was a real surprise when you said Caesar that you were planning to move to the city

It was dificult to went throught it all, Ceasar wasn't happy when you told her but over time she grown to accept your choise, she is not who to stop you after all, instead she has been helping with the whole preparations and all, of course it was awkward at first and even tried to change your mind, but after a while she simply gave up. But, at the end, she accepted it and was ready to say goodbye with a smile, she even made sure to dragg you with her to have a moment alone, to have a drink together and to spend your last time day at the Outer Ring together, just the two of you, for the good old times

A/N: I've been thinking about this beautiful blonde, so I thought I'd start with th jobros now.

Cw: Google translated italian

Request: None

Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 833

Warnings: None, it's super cute!

Summary: Y/N and César daydream about their future together.

“If you could leave, like really leave and never come back, would you?”

Y/N turned their head to look up at César from their spot on his lap. His voice had broken the stillness of the quaint park. Looking up at him they could see the little black hairs that were on his chin; his hand intertwined in theirs as he looked up to the sky.

“Why do you ask” Y/N responded.

César shrugged. He looked down at Y/N’s head in his lap. Their eyes were so beautiful, so clear he could see the clouds drifting in them. He could see the pure attention Y/N was giving him.

“I’m just thinking about the future.” César said.

“Well,” Y/N started, beginning to close their eyes, “I don’t think I would want to never come back, unless you were with me, I suppose. I think I’ll go wherever you want to go.”

César chuckled, “I don’t think you should go wherever I go. You should go off and live your own life.”

“César, if I want to be with you wherever I go wouldn’t be the same without you. Plus you’re such a kind person. I think what would really happen is, you’ll go wherever I want to go.”

“You’re right.” César agreed, wiping off a stray leaf from your shirt.

César smiled. Never had he felt so content. You made him content, more than content, actually. César knew that you were everything to him. So kind, so sweet, the purest soul. Towards you César only felt love. Not the anger he felt towards his brother or his dad. With you he felt unconditional love and even though he was young he could truly see himself with you. He could see himself knocking on your college dorm door, offering to walk you to class. Or he could see driving hours a month to see you. Bringing presents and maybe even treats from Oscar.

“I’ll go to community college somewhere near where you get accepted. I can’t stay away from you.” César whispered.

César let his words fall, believing that Y/N had fallen asleep. They looked so cute when they slept, he had even taken off his jacket to lay on them. So, he jumped slightly when they spoke up. Meaning that they had heard his comment.

“We’ll study together, go on trips and things.”

“You’re so smart. It’ll be like now, where you tutor me and I listen.”

“Give yourself more credit, baby. You’re the smartest guy I know. Think of all the things you taught me.”

César frowned, “How to skip class, how to almost get shot.”

Y/N shook their head. “How to avoid getting shot. How to relax and take a break. How to cuddle, how to kiss, how to love…”

Turning his head César tried to hide his blush. He was sure Y/N could hear his heartbeat increase. His stomach was filled with butterflies, they were the only one to really make him nervous. Even though there was nothing to be nervous about. In Y/N’s eyes he was perfect.

César cleared his throat, “We’ll get an apartment. A really classy one with a nice view. I’ll work, you can too if you want. No matter what, I'll take care of you.”

“We’ll save our money together, buy our own house! You know one with a large backyard. ” Y/N said, beginning to get excited. They opened their beautiful eyes to look at their boyfriend.

“We’ll build our own house. Anything you want.”

“No, anything, you want.”

César scrunched his eyebrows, what did he want? “A trampoline would be fun and lots of light! My house gets so dark.”

“Yes! Skylights and high ceilings. I want to decorate for every holiday!” Y/N cheered.

“We’ll have a big kitchen for Oscar!”

“A library for Monse!”

“A gym for Jamal”

“A closet for Jasmine”

“And a room for Ruby!” Y/N and César said together. By then Y/N had sat up and now faced César. The both of them laughed at the idea of Ruby finally having his own room for whatever he wanted to do…

Y/N looked at César. His hair grew so fast, his face was softened. He grinned with all his teeth and Y/N leaned in to kiss him. Closing her eyes, trying to mentally capture the moment. They knew they had a future with César. One where they were happy and safe. All of this seemed written in stone even though it was just a discussion during a picnic in the park.

“I love you so much.” Y/N beamed. César cupped their cheeks and kissed them again.

“I love you more, baby.” He took off his gold necklace and clasped it on Y/N, before pulling them into a hug. They spent the rest of the sunny day just like that. Held in each other's arms as the gentle wind flowed around them. Imagining their life together.

Request: None :(

Pronouns: None Stated

Word Count: 1888

Warnings: angst, mention on killing

It was night time in Los Angeles. The sky with it’s beautiful great white clouds had already turned from bright blue to black. Before, when you had waited on your porch, you noticed a few stars that poked out in the sky. You had felt a light chill in the air and as you stressed inside, you knew it had increased.

In your living room you paced back and forth. Your phone clutched in your hand as you stared down at it. Waiting for anything really. With each random notification you felt your nerves sky rocket. None of them were the ones you needed to ease your nervousness. You tripped lightly on the small hills in the carpet that had been made from your pacing, and looked at it as a sign you should sit down.

Right as you sat down you heard a knock on the door. It was different from your guardians and not like your boyfriend’s. His was sharp and in a pattern that the two of you had created. This one was soft, only one gentle tap.

The door was opened and you felt your heart drop a little. It was only César, but you could barely see him. He was sheltered in a thick black coat, a black beanie that was scrunched in his hand. Memories of your last encounters with him flashed in your mind. All the missed calls, the lies, the arguments. The last thing you wanted to do was have him disturb whatever peace that remained in your empty home.

“Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

In your head you smacked yourself at your response.

He walked in. You noticed that he still had his shoes on. He used to always take them off when he visited, because he knew that that’s how your guardian liked it. You rolled your eyes as he sat down on the couch and shuffled something in pocket. His eyes were low to the ground, head close to his neck. You could faintly hear the quick tap of his sneakers against the wooden floors.

“Is there a reason you're here? No offense, but usually you would call and it doesn’t look like you’re staying for long.” You ask, picking up your phone again.

“Yeah, I can’t stay for long” He pauses. In a way you were glad, you didn’t really want to see him anyways, but then his eyes glance at you, then turned away. “I just needed to ask you something.”

“What?”

He didn’t meet your eyes. You moved to sit down next to him, placing your phone on one of the cushions. You noticed how close you had gotten to him so you moved away a bit. You hated how you missed sitting next to him. Basking in the warmth he produced.

He perked up and put on a fake smile. “Olivia wants you to come to her quinceañera.”

You reply with a small smile at the sound of her name. “Does she really? I’m not that close with her, but I would love to go. Will Monse and Jasmine be there too?”

“Yup. She would really like for you to come. They all miss you.” He whispers.

Your smile falls. Now you’re looking at the ground as well. The chocolate colored wood isn’t as interesting as he makes it out to be.

“I know you didn’t just come here to tell me that. Spit it out. I'm busy.”

Cesar sighs and looks at you. You had never seen him so uncomfortable. It was like you sitting next to him was torture. He didn’t even act like this when he accidentally walked in on you in the bathroom one time. His eyes looked sad. Not glossy enough for tears to fall, but almost. He took a deep breath, mustering up courage to tell you the truth.

“Where’s Latrelle?”

You get up immediately at his words. By the sound of his name the room seemed louder now. Your hands grab your phone again and you sigh in relief as you feel it’s weight, but there were no missed calls from your boyfriend, not even a text message.

“What did he do now? Does he owe you money? I’ll pay for it, how much?” You rambled.

Cesar gets up as well. “It’s not about tha-”

“No I’m serious.” Walking towards your room you grab your wallet and pull out a bunch of crumbled bills. It was the money Latrelle had given to you for your birthday. The smell of the expensive perfume he partnered it with still lingered on the bills.

“This is $150, I can get more if he made a big mistake.” You joked. Cesar didn’t laugh, “so he made a really big mistake.”

“You know what I have to do, y/n.”

“No,” You gulp. “Just take the money. He’ll be back later and I’ll talk to him. I can talk to him, I’m very persuasive.”

“He rolled up on me and Monse, y/n. We could’ve gotten hurt. It’s not my decision, it's Oscar’s.”

“I’m sorry for that and I’m glad that both of you are okay, but you don’t have to kill him! He’s a kid, Cesar. We’re kids!”

“I’m a kid that almost got shot and now it’s his turn! Don’t you care about Monse? Don’t you care about me? I don’t know why you’re still dating him! Just be a good friend and give me the information.”

Something in you was switched on with what he said. Suddenly everything that had made you want to keep the door closed was back again. You dropped your phone and walked towards him. You push an accusing finger into his chest. All your anger that was fueled toward Latrelle moved towards Cesar in a wave that almost swept tears to fall from your eyes.

“I was a good friend and don’t you forget it. I was your friend! You pushed me away! I care about you, Ruby, Monse, Jamal, Jasmine, all of you! But, then you got all secretive and kept hiding things from me. You pushed me to the side and kept me away from your friends. It was supposed to be you and me and I don’t even care if you’re dating Monse now, but I was hurt. You hurt me and Latrelle was there when you weren’t. He was there after you ruined everything! Now you come into my house in the middle of the night asking me to rat him out? After you’ve ignored me for months? Fuck you!”

César opened his mouth to say something, but your phone vibrated on the floor. You both looked at it, Latrelle was calling, on your phone screen you could see the cute photo of you on his back pop up. It was taken at the fair, two weeks after César got Ruby to uninvite you to a party.

César looked away, “You can pick it up. Warn him if you want. You know I could never hurt you.”

Tears rolled down your cheek now. Any words that you wanted to say were clogged in your throat. The phone buzzed and buzzed until it stopped. You fell to your knees and clutched it, bringing it close to your chest. Sobs wrecked through you. They stomped at your heart and you knew what was going to happen. Cesar could only look down at you. He felt something pull him to you but he fought against it. He walked out the door closing it softly behind him.

“Cesar please,” You cried. You got to your feet and chased after him. The night was cold and you shivered at it’s emptiness. All around you the world seemed to have shut down. You and him were the only living things that dared to move.

You ran towards César and he opened his arms to bring you into a hug.

“If I don’t do this our friendship will be ruined. Your life will be ruined, y/n please let me go so I can come back to you.” He cried.

His arms wrap around you. His lovely warmth fought against the chill of night. You realize that the darkness that came from your face being pressed against his chest was more comforting then the darkness you knew would come from the absence of Latrelle. You ignore the feeling of the outline of a gun pressed against your abdomen. He held you up, as you suddenly felt heavy. You both fall to your knees. He pressed a kiss on your forehead, his hands moved to rub circles on your back.

“It’s not your fault, baby. I’m sorry for ghosting you. Life just got so hard. I didn’t want you to have to deal with it. I want you to stay safe.” He cries harder. You just hold him tighter, not wanting to let go. Not wanting it to end. For once you didn’t feel so angry when you thought about him, you could just enjoy his comfort, but memories don’t just disappear like that.

“I will. I can stay safe. I just want you to stay safe too. I know you'll kill him regardless of what I say. I’ll be honest, Latrelle’s made a lot of mistakes.” You take a deep breath. “In a weird way I’m glad you're doing it, he’s made so many enemies, but I don’t want him bleeding out near the gutter like garbage. Don’t hurt him, be quick.”

The both of you sat there in silence for a while. Collapsed in each other's arms like tired returning lovers. César cleared his throat.

“I have to ask,” He muttered. “Why are you so calm about this?

You pause for a moment. Why were you so calm? Internally you didn’t feel calm. You felt like a kid desperate for love. You felt disloyal for ratting out someone who at least attempted to make time for you. Choosing to rebuild friendship with César or to keep someone alive who doesn’t want to change was so incredibly difficult. To calm your mind you told yourself it was going to happen either way. If César doesn’t kill him, Oscar will, or some other person would get him. It was a matter of time, but César had treated you wrong. Feeling a headache storm in your mind you responded.

“I’m not stupid I know how this works. Latrelle could have shot you or Monse. I hate how he always tries to be someone he isn’t. I hate it.”

He looks down at you. Not necessarily a smile, but his face showed that a weight was lifted. One of many. A face that ignored a weight that was now pulling you down. He lifted your chin up moving to kiss you. You turn your head and pull away.

“I don’t think I can. I haven’t forgotten.” You mumble.

He wraps an arm around your shoulders. “That’s okay and I’m truly sorry y/n.”

You nod and look up at the few stars. Maybe there were more, but it was a cloudy night.

“You should go home.” He suggests.

“Okay.” You move his arm and get back up. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach, he noticed it.

“Y/n…”

“Goodnight César.” You replied.

You wrapped your arms around your body and walk away. Leaving Cesar where he was in the dark.