Their reaction when yuu show a bit too much attention to rsa boys
Since rsa been getting in more toucb with nrc, how would the housewardens react seeing you show interest to the new boys in town?
Warnings: cursing, spoilers for rsa?, idk, interact at your own risk
Gn reader! Rsa boys doesn't described much since we don't know a lot about them in the time of writing this
Riddle Rosehearts
Confused and mistakes your interest on rsa boys as a hint that maybe he wasn't that interesting.
He is insecure, slowly isolating himself from you while also trying to get back to being your focus at the same time with each attempt growing a bit more desperate than the other
Isn't very thrilled but gets better with kisses and reassurance.
Leona Kingscholer
Petty
A lot of "tsk tsk" and grunts from him.
On more than one occasion wrapped dhis tail around your leg while he one upped one of the rsa boys while showing his teeth in his best intimidating manner
Grunts and rolls his eyes at every mention of them lol
There isnt much to say since he wouldn't even find any of them worthy yo bother himself with so he'd be sleeping most of the time except the time you are there.
Kitty is jealous and possessive but doesn't like admitting it shhhh
Azul Ashengrotto
He forces himself to be more of a gentleman in your presence. But behind the gritted teeth and clenched jaw. He is planning on feeding the boy to tweels
He is standing a step closer to you, before that mentioning that you two are dating just a heads up to the rsa boys while smirking like it's he won a bet against them
Many times does he find perfect times to scam them but kept himself cause well, you are there.
Boy is fuming like an underwater volcano
Kalim Al-Asim
Most chill one there
You probably would need to be one to hold him back and keep him from making a rsa and nrc fused party that will end in someone burning.
The person who is trying to get everyone along probably. He doesn't understand why all housewardens are pretty angry with the rsa.
Vil Schoenheit
It is true that niege gets on his nerves with his perfect personality
However he rather don't let you see that side of him.
He is a model. As well as he got a face to hold in public, he also got self he feels a need to hold when he is with you.
Though please don't let niece hug or hold your hand a lot– Vil can and will break his teeth with how tight he is clenching his jaw—
Idia Shroud
It's a miracle he even goes to meet rsa boys himself.
He is growing insecure and anxious by the people he meets. Your presence helps but the moment he sees the interest attached deep in your irises, he is lost.
Oh the internal screaming. Panic and sweet old self esteem issues
Mf beside you screaming inside that now you find more interesting people. You will leave him and he'll be left to die in his dorky room
Kisses and reassurance a must. Fireball is shaking
Malleus Draconia
One of the most chill ones out there as well.
He probably didn't get the memo on hating rsa at first so he is as equally interested as you are.
But oh boy. The moment one of the rsa boys shows a but too much attention on you that disturbs you twos time... the clouds be coming with malicious intent
Now now, malleus is a prince. He won't... like shot a lighting upper someone's ass. No, no. He will, however, glare at them the moment you looked away from him, his gaze dark and ancient, companied by thunder and the threatening magic aura of the times one of the most powerful mages.. that it'll leave the little intruder you two got there shaking.
To be fair there's a high chance you won't even understand what happened cause befoee you can realise, malleus will be leading you away and on you twos merry way
How are we feeling about the rsa reveal, guys???? NRC LOOKS SO FUKCING DULL BESIDE THEM, WHAT?????
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a rather unpleasant feeling was stirring in your stomach.
"wow! you're soooooooo good sae!"
and the forced voices were making you more agitated by the moment.
of course, it's completely normal for your husband to have many fans, especially fangirls. however, this must've been too much.
these girls each decided to wear a fake jersey with his number on it. they even decided to crop the shirt horrendously short.
now you weren't one for bringing down other girls for what they wear, of course, anyone could wear anything they wanted! but there was a pattern emerging with this specific group of girls.
no matter where you were sitting, you could always hear, see or even sense them somewhere in the crowd of 20k+ people. it was starting to get annoying with how often they tried to disrupt sae's flow during gameplay, but there was no rule of kicking people out just for doing that.
sae had no issue with them, even when you talked about it with him one time, he just brushed it off, saying, "i didn't know they existed."
as of right now, he was in the middle of a penalty kick and the girls, with what little brain cells they have, resorted to squealing as loud as they could when clearly, it was not a good time.
anyhow, sae kicks the ball, creating a long, curved arc and he somehow makes it into the goal. you don't question the science behind it because listening to sae talk about it may as well be a story to put you to sleep.
you have to be impressed with how these girls never lose their voices though. even when they've screamed for at least 80 minutes of the game, you can never make out any sort of voice crack that comes from them.
but then sae turns.
you expect him to lock eyes with you like he does after every goal he's ever scored in a game. but no.
he makes eye contact with those girls.
and you catch it.
your eyes narrow, eyebrows furrowing before you're even more irritated when the girls go wild. screaming. shouting. squealing. barking?
seems like sae wanted to see the fans he never saw before.
you scoff under your breath, crossing your arms as you stare at sae unimpressed. why pay attention to those girls when your wife is literally watching from the vip seats?
whatever.
your wedding ring glints in the stadium lights and you twist it around your ring finger anxiously.
it's the last 10 minutes of the game. sae's team needs to score one more point to cut off the draw from the opposing team.
your eyes are only on sae as he seems to strategically place himself where the ball eventually gets kicked over to him. you never bother to think how this man predicts everything, it's normal by now.
he dribbles the ball past the opposing players, stoic expression plastered on his face. you hold your breath as he approaches the goal, where many of the players have positioned theirself to defend it, almost as if their life was on the line.
sae expertly weaves between players, the ball a blur as he manages to change pace, direction and even makes a player fall over his own feet as he fakes a shot.
after all of that, an opening appeared, his teal eyes shining as they zone in on the place he wants to shoot at. he kicks it hard and fast, the ball shooting directly at the top right corner of the goal.
the whole stadium cheers and the whistle sounds, signalling the end of the game. you smile slightly, breathing out a soft sigh of relief. you never doubted sae.
even after the crowd quietened down for the ceremony, the girls were obnoxiously talking loudly about sae.
"his eyes are to die for!"
"oh my god his hair looks amazing even after all of that!"
"we love you sae!"
you sat in your seat in a pool of dread, just waiting for the awards ceremony to be over. after all medals were awarded, the crowd started to filter out of the stadium.
you took your time grabbing your things, knowing sae would probably be bombarded with interviews from the media.
as always, you walked down to the field, watching sae walk away from his interviews.
of course, he had to interact with the leftover crowd along the way, which also included those girls. the girls were close to falling over the barricade as they reached their hands out with random things in hand, probably for him to sign.
sae never did these things however, he couldn't be bothered.
he just gave a short wave to the crowd, nonchalantly walking past the girls, leaving them with pouts on their faces.
"hello, husband," you said, loud enough for the girls to hear as you were still near the crowd.
their heads turned immediately at that.
after all the games they've been to, had they not known you existed?
"hello... wife?" sae said, almost unsure as he watched you approaching him rather quicker than usual.
"you did well," you smile, sliding your hands around his neck, giving him a slight hug. his scent was mixed with his usual musky scent and a bit of sweat. you didn't care though.
his hands slid awkwardly to your waist, not used to doing this much PDA especially in front of fans. he raised an eyebrow as he took in the way you were smiling like a cheshire cat.
before he knew it, you were leaning in, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.
it wasn't obvious at first, but sae melted into it, reciprocating the kiss thankfully.
the girls gasped, jaws dropped to the floor.
you finally pulled away, still smiling innocently.
"let's go back, i'll make your favourite?" you interlaced your fingers with his, the cold metal of the ring pressed against his own fingers.
sae wore his ring on a chain around his neck. he didn't want to lose his ring any time while playing, it would be an inconvenience.
"sure..." he said, still unsure why you were acting this way.
after you two left, the girls stood there, starstruck looks on their face.
"y'know... hear me out on his wife," one of them said slowly.
the other two of her clique whipped their heads around so fast you could think they snapped off.
"y-you can't just say that- we were literally just cheering for sae!!"
Warnings: Jealousy, Dunk is a love-sick fool for his best friend, pining, angst, fluff, very brief mention of smut.
Coming soon: Dunk Confessing His Feelings would Include, Jealous Dunk (boyfriend edition), Dating Dunk Would Include, Dunk's Love Language Would Include.
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Dunk was absolutely, irrevocably head over heels for you - literally and figuratively.
The boy would sooner trip over a dragon egg before he would confess those feelings.
Naturally, he found himself… jealous.
Now, this was not something Dunk was particularly accustomed to feeling; he considered himself a rather reasonable, friendly and good-natured fellow.
Yet, more and more frequently, he found himself with a white-hot poker twisting in his ribs whenever you interacted with or mentioned another man.
After all, Dunk had never been in love with somebody before, so these feelings were completely new and he felt out of depth - even more so than usual.
But Dunk was simply too nice to say anything, and would reason to himself that you were ‘just his best friend’ and that ‘he had no right to act like such a great-lumbering, jealous fool.’
Under the jealousy, Dunk was insecure and afraid.
Afraid that you would find a man more worthy than him.
A man with a pretty face and even prettier words.
Afraid that he would lose his best friend and the only girl he has ever loved.
And deep down, he believed that was what he deserved.
You were as fair as the dawn, and he was...just Dunk, squire to an old hedge knight.
You deserved a handsome lord with fancy words and a charming smile.
What could he offer you?
Dunk could hardly string a sentance together in front of you without stumbling over his words, never mind confessing his feelings or telling you how pretty you were.
And forget writing you love letters or poetry - he could hardly read and write enough to get by, never mind damn poetry.
(Though, Dunk would stay up late into the night, practising his reading and writing with a boyish hope that one day, if you hadn't been swept off by some lord, he could write you a love letter).
He was poor, his clothes dirty, and his smile a little crooked.
He could only gift you the little wooden sculptures he'd whittle around the camp in the evenings, or if he was lucky and had a coin to spare, a small pastry from the local markets. Not riches and jewels.
You deserved someone who could give you the world.
And Dunk believed that would never be him.
So, he tried to content himself with being just 'best friends' despite how much he yearned for more.
Despite how he would lie awake every night, imagining a life with you.
Imagining what it would be like to touch you.
What it would feel like to call you his.
To Hold your hand.
Sing you terrible love songs.
Kiss your soft lips.
To spin you in his arms and pepper your cheeks with kisses.
Hear his name on your lips as he made love to you under the night sky.
To wake up next to you in the morning and bury himself back into you all over again.
To live in a little cottage with a herb garden with you.
To simply just love you.
But to Dunk, this was all just a dream.
Yet the thought that one day, someone else would experience everything he had ever dreamed about made him sick.
The thought alone sent white-hot jealousy through his veins.
Even in the most mundane interactions, he found himself prickling.
When you went to the markets for morning bread, he would stand behind you with folded arms and a scowl as you spoke with the merchant boy.
And by the Seven, he hated it when new market stalls popped up.
It was bad enough that he had to watch you do your rounds each morning (and yes, he knew it was ridiculous to be jealous about, but he did not like how the young men would gaze at you with heart-eyes - especially that damn baker-boy).
So if a new stall opened up, his day would be off to an even worse start - a new potential threat to his love life.
One time, a handsome young trader from Essos had set up a temporary stall selling handmade Asshai jewellery.
Of course, you had to go running off to take a look.
By the end of the ordeal, Dunk was all but foaming at the mouth as he watched the young man measure your fingers for rings and take way too long and linger too much as he clasped a necklace around your neck.
Dunk vowed to never visit Asshai after that.
And still, he did not say anything; he just glowered in silence and made comments about the traders 'dubious craftsmanship,' as you left.
He would never outwardly admit that he was jealous.
Dunk would stand a little closer to you when you spoke with others.
Sometimes a little too close - not that you minded if you even noticed at all (Ser Arlan did though, and would roll his eyes at his squires painfully obvious behaviour).
Dunk hated it when you watched sparring matches on market days, and would go to no end to steer you away.
He wanted you to look at him when he sparred. Not other men…he just wanted you to think he was good enough too.
Though Dunk was silent most of the time about his feelings, if a drunkard or perv tried anything with you, he would not hesitate to step in.
At that point it wasn’t jealousy, he was just angry that someone dared hurt you or dishonour you.
And he would not go easy on them…and would not stop until they apologised…
Not to him, but to you.
Despite his jealousy, Dunk’s insecurity remained, and he sought comfort and reassurance in the only way he knew how: touch.
When you strolled through the market stalls, he would walk just a tad too close, brushing his arm against yours.
When you were speaking to someone he deemed better than himself, his fingers would nudge against your hand as if to remind you that he was still there.
Still your Dunk.
And at night, once you had fallen asleep, he would secretly work on making gifts for you - carved little figures, twine bracelets and good luck stones.
In his own lovestruck and insecure way, he hoped that you would be reminded of him each time you saw those trinkets.
That you wouldn't forget about him.
And deep down, perhaps a more territorial side of Dunk liked it when you wore his gifts.
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When you walked in, the sight should have suprised you. It was a whole mess, a massacre, anyone would be able to see it
but—
on the other hand, you saw it coming. You weren’t suprised. It had only been a matter of time when it would take place.
When he would finally snap.
You could almost hear how your handmaidens had stiffened behind you, but you were mostly unfazed at the massacre that probably had taken place just moments ago.
Your gaze lazingly flitting over the blood smears, splatters, dismembered bodies and organs strewn across the usually clean floors. As if it were some grotesque art show that was put on.
“It’s my gift for you, my love. They are not needed, not when you have me.” Sukuna was shamelessly sprawled out on your throne. Two hands lazily resting on the arms of the throne, one drawing circles on his thigh and the other supporting his chin. His face was set into a subtle grin, enough of a telltale sign that he was proud of his work.
With a curt nod towards your handmaidens, you dismissed them. Not bothering to look back how they scurried away. A soft hum emerged you as you walked closer to the bodies, well what was left of them atleast.
You could barely identify them, but you know well enough who they were. The rest of your concubines. All sorts of hands, feet, torsos were clattered at the foot at your throne. Gaze raising up to where Sukuna was still sprawled out as if he were the emperor himself, so you finally said something. “Normally i would punish you for this. Carelessly ridding of useful lives, i had purposes for them. I suppose you are somewhat right though. I don’t need them, when i have you.”
That made him twitch. Sukuna knew that you couldn’t be mad at him, atleast not for long. With slow and calculated steps, you made your way up to your throne. Disregarding the bodies and limbs that were sprawled all over your floor.
Your eyebrow slightly arched up as you carefully took in the way that Sukuna was sitting all sprawled out, as if the place belonged to him, as if he was the Emperor of the Kingdom. Not just a concubine of The Empress. He simply didn’t care. You could see it in the way he kept his chin lifted. If it were anyone else, they would have been sent to be executed already—But this was different. This was Sukuna.
And the part was, you did not loathe it. The way he acted. How he dared to challenge you in his bold ways, daring to stand out and defy against you. He was the only one who did not care that much for your title. Sukuna kept to his bold ways, which you secretly preferred much more than most who rarely dared to say anything in your presence.
Slowly Sukuna leaned forward, one of his hands reaching out to boldly grasp at your hip. Fingers bunching up the layered fabric you wore and you just tipped your chin up, waiting silently. “Let me rule alongside you. I know how to take care of you—Unlike these useless measley humans. They did not even fight back. How would you expect them to protect you?”
A soft scoff emerged from your lips at Sukuna’s words. Bold, as always. Not like you would have expected any differ from him. He’s always voiced his dislike for the humans that were employed by you, as if he deemed to think you above them—Despite being Empress, you were still made from the same flesh as those ‘Measley Humans’. With a soft hum, you raised your hand. Slowly letting it card through Sukuna’s locks. Pausing, before you lightly tugged on the colored strands, forcing him to look up at you.
“You forget yourself, Ryomen. If i wished to have one equal to me, i would have chosen one. Do not forget where you stand, beneath me..ordered at my desires.” Your grip tightened in his hair, your other hand raising to press against his chest—Pushing him back against the throne. One of your feet nudging his apart, forcing him to spread his thighs further open,—until you heard a groan emerge from him.
Instead of him getting pissed, he enjoyed it. You could tell the way he half liddedly looked at you and you out a scoff at the sight of him. Muttering a ‘pathetic’ underneath your breath. In some way, it did not suprise you. Sukuna was always devoted to you, no matter what (rightfully so) , but unlike your other concubines or even guards,—He meant it when he’d said he would kill for you and right now it showed.
It was sweet in some kind of twisted way, him murdering the rest of your concubines just so he could have you all to himself. That only he could and would take care of you. To be the only one taking care of your needs and praising your body and soul like a Goddess to be prayed to.
Obviously you could not resist such temptation, after all..you were only of human flesh.
Who were you to deny yourself the pleasure you rightiously deserve?
Sukuna’s voice, soon enough snapped you out of your daydream. “Just relax, your Majesty. Let me take care of you. You need not do anything now, not any time soon.” You almost felt yourself going slack in his grip as he brought you closer to him. Now standing between his spread thighs.
A shudder running over the back of your neck as Sukuna pressed and nuzzled his nose against your fabric covered stomach. Unable to help yourself as a staggered breath escaped from your lips.
synopsis: when a guy confesses to you on valentine's day, how will katsuki react?
notes: request here! i like how it's not 'be mine,' just 'you're mine' lol bc thats so katsuki. again w the unofficialbf!katsuki agenda like always
you weren’t expecting much out of valentine’s day.
you liked all the pink everywhere, sure. the flowers, the hearts, the whole aesthetic. but you weren’t holding your breath for a grand romantic gesture or a super hot valentine or anything.
you thought maybe you, mina, and sato would make some chocolates to give to friends. a fun, holiday-sprit thing to do with your good friends, no big deal.
of course, you'd wear a cute pink top because, well, why not? it’s valentine’s day, and you'd get to embrace the theme and look super cute!
and, also of course, you’d give katsuki some chocolate, like you've done every year since you were like four.
it wasn’t anything new. it was just.. something you did. a little exchange between the two of you. you'd make his differently than the friend-chocolate you'd make for everyone else. he preferred dark chocolate to milk, cocoa powder over condensed milk, and you always made it cute and packaged it nicely. in return, he’d always give you something back on white day, something he made just for you. it had become a tradition. a small, personal ritual.
but, other than that, because you were #singleasf, valentine’s day was just another fun hearts-themed day. you liked it, but it was nothing to make a big deal of.
you definitely weren’t expecting someone to walk up to you, red-faced and nervous, holding a little box of chocolates with your name on it.
“i know this is kinda random,” the guy says, laughing awkwardly. “but i’ve liked you for a while, y/n, and i figured if there's any day to do this, it should be valentines day, right? and-"
at some point, you start zoning out. ..who was this guy again? he looked vaguely familiar, but honestly, if he didn't know your name and wasn't confessing to you in real time, you would have said you didn't know him if prompted.
"-i think you're really pretty! and, um, your quirk is really impressive. and, like, i know we haven't talked much, but-"
you wonder how you're going to respond. what is the kindest way to say "who the fuck are you, no" to someone confessing to you in person. you consider saying yes solely because you respect his courage and would feel bad saying no.
"-so, um, would you please go out on a date with me?"
you consider asking him for his name, but that feels a little rude for someone who just poured his heart out.
before you can even answer, a hand appears on your waist.
a very familiar hand.
it's katsuki.
“she's mine,” he says flatly. no hesitation, no stutter.
you blink. that's news to you. the guy does too.
“oh,” he says, awkward. “i didn’t know that-”
“yeah. now you do.”
the guy backs off quickly, and you turn around, heart pounding despite your cool exterior.
“so… yours?” you ask, voice slightly teasing. "didn't realize you were so possessive, katsuki."
"'m not possessive." katsuki’s jaw is tense. “it's just.. that dumbass musta been dropped on his head when he was a baby. you're obviously mine."
katsuki's face gets close to yours. "you've always been mine."
"hey, don't be mean." you scold mockingly. "how was he even supposed to know? it's not like you told him beforehand. and we're not.."
"dating" is what you want to say, but you bite your tongue.
neither of you comment on the fact that he called you his and you went with it. or that his hand is still on your waist, or that his face was maybe an inch away from yours.
that's nothing unusual, though. you've been dancing around each other like this for years.
he scoffs, rubbing the back of his neck like it physically hurts to show that he has any emotion other than hot, fiery rage. (as if you haven't seen him curled up on your lap whining for you to scratch his head.)
“i shouldn't have to,” he mutters. “i mean… i spend every damn second with you. you wear my hoodie. i walk you to your dorm. for fuck's sake, we fucking cuddle on more nights than we don't,” he stops himself, groaning.
“fuck. you’re mine. you know it, everyone knows it, and he should damn well know it too.”
your breath catches. “katsuki-"
"don't listen to any other fuckin' dumbass." katsuki growls, suddenly pulling you close. "you're mine."
your heart races and your cheeks get hot. it's not just the proximity that's getting you. you're close all the time. it's the tone. the glint in his eyes. he's jealous, whether he'd ever admit it or not, and fuck, you're almost ashamed to admit how hot you think it is.
you smile, throwing your arms lazily around his neck.
"i'm yours."
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