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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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If you're still open for requests... Mehbe... Octatrio being the object/adoration of (Reader)-someone who'd shout their love from the rooftops, quip wit right on back at them, just someone who's unabashed in the fact that they want to make their Favorite Fish happy UvU
Octavinelle getting the Love they deserve:
Azul has a certain image to uphold. The sly, calculating businessman, who lets nothing ruffle him. He walks with purpose, the House Warden of Octavinelle.
Of course, that’s only when you aren’t around. You were… rather affectionate. Your eyes seek his in every crowd, fingers intertwining gently around his own. Just a single glance at you sends his heart racing. Whenever you’re around, Azul fumbles his words, his cheeks glow red, and his heart pounds defiantly from within his chest.
It’s hard to stay calm and collected around you, not with the way you pamper him. Whether it’s through words of affection particularly yelled to the rest of Night Raven college, or physical touch, his hand held tightly in yours.
Azul craves your love. It seems like a dream, to be able to lay his head on your lap. Nuzzling into your stomach, feeling it rise and fall with every breath you take. Run your fingers through his hair, rub comforting circles into his skin…
Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop loving him. Azul doesn’t know what he’ll do without you.
Floyd hardly listens to anyone. Driven entirely on his own instincts, he’s a daily source of terror for many students in Night Raven College. People tend to avoid him like the plague.
Although, you don’t seem to take the hint. Always running after him, you make a beeline to Floyd whenever you see him. Even in crowds, where you have to wrestle your way through hordes of students. He finds it cute. A lil’ shrimp braving the ocean just to end up in the clutches of a big, bad Moray Eel. Floyd will help you out. His hands slipping under your armpits, hoisting you up like a toy.
You don’t struggle. Instead, you curl into his arms, holding him tight. It’s an odd feeling, being embraced by you. It’s warm. A comforting sort of warmth. Much like a childhood blanket, or a treasured old sweater. Floyd will squeeze you, once or twice. You squeal, laughing at his touch. Reaching up to his face, you cup his cheek in your hand, grinning at him.
“Love ya, Floyd.”
Hey, lil’ Shrimpy. Keep that up, and he’s never going to be able to let you go.
Jade has a certain ability to walk quietly. Silent footsteps, with his victims never noticing him. Well, not until it’s too late.
Somehow, you always seem to know where he is. Jade finds himself unable to sneak up on you. Especially when you whip around, eyes shining. That gaze of yours is rather enchanting, if he does say so himself.
You seem to enjoy his company. Elbowing Jade good naturally, bantering with him until the sun goes down. You two spend a lot of time together, leaning into each other.
Sometimes, he talks. You’ll listen, always attentive. Hanging on to Jade’s every word. His voice has a smoothing quality to it, that lures you closer. You could listen to it all day if he’ll let you.
Jade will nudge you after awhile, inviting you to speak. You can talk about anything with him, prefect. He won’t tell a soul.
After all, you belong to him, do you not?
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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hello, could I request for butler au for diasonmia please?
Butler Diasonmia
Sebek is loud.
You’ll soon be will acquainted with his voice thundering through your halls. You’ll hear him before you see him, whether it’s by his heavy footsteps, or his voice bellowing out. He pays his respects with all the vigour he can muster. Nothing less for his master!
He rushes around the house, handling whatever comes his way with an almost militant strictness. Your sheets are smooth as butter, without a single wrinkle. Every surface of the house polished, the shine nearly blinding you. Sebek tends to fight with the other servants, especially if they don’t meet his expectations. How could lowly humans like them expect to serve you?
Times like this, you’ll have to calm him. Pat his back, rub comforting circles into it. As his master, it’s your job to keep him in check, isn’t it? He’s always surprised by the contact, jumping up in shock. Although that initial shock doesn’t stop Sebek from leaning into your touch, the tips of his ears blooming a bright red.
Sebek knows he can be “too much”. However, when it comes to you, he’s never enough.
Let him serve you until the ends of time, Master.
Silver is an odd butler.
He dozes off whenever and wherever, but somehow manages to keep the house spick and span. You have no idea where he finds the time to clean, considering that he’s currently snoozing away beside you.
Another odd thing about him ; Silver has no qualms about sleeping right in front of you. In fact, he seems to actively seek out your shoulder. Whenever you’re looking through documents, Silver slides besides you, dipping his head on your shoulder. He’s out like a light, breathing softly onto your neck. Silver’s hair flows down your shoulder softly, gently caressing your skin.
You don’t really mind. It’s much like having an overgrown cat, actually. Sometimes, you run your fingers through his hair, stroking it carefully. It’s relaxing, and Silver never seems to mind. He’ll open a bleary eye, before moving down, resting his head on your lap instead. Nudging his head to your stomach, he’ll coax you into playing with his hair again.
It calms you, does it not? You’re welcome to use him as much as you desire, Master.
After all, he’s yours.
Lilia has seen his fair share of masters. From pleasant ones, to less then ideal ones. You’re one of the more… amusing ones, if he does say so himself.
He does his work with all the efficiency of a experienced butler. Lilia handles problems with a smile. He’ll chuckle when you thank him, giving you a little bow. It’s his duty. You don’t have to thank him. However, it’s appreciated, nonetheless.
What isn’t really appreciated by you would be Lilia’s constant need to prank you. You could even swear he’s gliding around the house, with the sheer lack of noise from his footsteps. Lilia has a certain talent of concealing his presence entirely. He’ll turn up behind you, give you a little tap on your shoulder… when you do turn around, Lilia’s right before you. Close enough for his nose to brush against yours.
Looking for him, dear master? Fret not, he’ll never be far from you.
You’re much too interesting for him to leave.
Standing besides Malleus, you feel like his servant. Malleus has this regal air about him. The kind of dominating aura that parts crowds effortlessly. A kingly energy.
It still makes you somewhat uncomfortable, summoning him to your side. You can barely look at him in the eye whenever you’re ordering him around. Malleus tends to kneel down before you, if only to keep your eyes level with his. He has a kindly gaze, soft as butter in the sun.
There are many things that Malleus isn’t too familiar with. Modern devices, foreign influences….You’ll have to follow him around, show him the ropes. Sometimes, you suspect he pretends to be unaware, just so you’ll come out of your office for a break. It works, unfortunately. You just can’t say no to him.
Malleus is for better or for worse, an old fashioned gentleman. Chivalry may be dead, but he does have a way with words. Offering his hand to you, you two spend the nights waltzing under the stars. Malleus sails around your house with his arm around your waist. Rejoice, master! The night is young.
He’ll take it upon himself to intoxicate you anew, if wine proves fickle company.
Dance your worries away, Master. He’s here for you.
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ceruleancattail · 10 months
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Reqs are open yay!! Would it be okay to request the basketball club boys with reader who is really hesitant about affection at first? Like specifically initiating it- they don't dislike it, it's just hard to express their feelings and they're kinda flustered about it? Thank you so much!
Basketball club with a s/o who’s hesitant about affection
Jamil x reader, Floyd x reader, Ace x reader
Jamil
His fingers were slender. Elegant, skin only marred by callouses. Rough, patches of skin earned through years of cooking, cleaning, serving the Al Asim family. These were the hands of a fighter, digging through drivel not only to survive, but to thrive.
They’re always moving, never stopping. Even in class, his pen is spinning round and round, tapping at the desk softly. Jamil can’t be idle. It’s been trained out of him, at a early age.
Idleness means that he has nothing to do.
Idleness means he has to find something to do.
He has to do something.
He has to be something.
Sometimes, that ends up with his fingers sliding through yours. Intertwining, palm pressed against yours. You’re warm, a balmy heat, reminiscent of the golden rays of the sun. As comforting as the gesture was, Jamil doesn’t miss the way you seem to stiffen.
He releases his hold, holding his arms up in a disarming gesture. Eyes desperately searching your face, trying to pinpoint any discomfort.
“Were you… uncomfortable with that? I apologise, I…”
Yelping, you hurriedly refute his words. Waving your hands around frantically, tongue tied up in knots.
“No! No, it’s not that. Your hands are nice. I… I’m just not used to… y’know…”
You mime vaguely.
“All this… affection stuff.”
Jamil slides closer, bringing his face closer to yours. The golden accessories braided into his hair gleam, jingling with his every motion. He was close. Close enough for you to feel his breath waft over your lips.
Warm.
Warmer then the sun’s gentle glow.
Your eyes meet his, ebony pupils holding your gaze. Tilting his head slightly, Jamil whispers:
“Do you not like it?”
A sweet, velvety purr. Rolling off his lips smoother then the finest silks of Scarabia’s treasury. His words seem to wrap around you, pulling you closer.
Closer to him.
You shake your head rapidly. A sigh of relief, before a weight is pressed onto your chest. Jamil collapses into you, laughing to himself softly. His arms snake around your torso, holding you in his embrace.
“Thank goodness…”
A soft mutter, meant for your ears alone. It trickled into your heart like desert sand, soft to the touch.
“I don’t know what I’ll do, without you.”
Floyd
With his height, his build, his personality, Students tend to keep Floyd at arm’s length. Unfortunately, that doesn’t always work out in their favour.
Lean arms hang by his sides, yet they’re rather well-toned. In the sea, this eel may be feared for the length of his tail, but on land?
It’s his arms one has to be wary of.
A weight ploughed its way into your back, nearly knocking you off your feet. Childish laughter, ringing clear and true through the air. A pair of arms find their way around your waist, squeezing you affectionately. A chin juts into your scalp, pressing down softly.
“Shrimpy!”
A cheerful sound. Plopping onto your back, Floyd nuzzles into your hair. Still holding you as close as ever. Unconsciously, your shoulders tense, hunched defensively. Palm pressing against his chest, pushing lightly.
Floyd gets the hint, reluctantly sliding off your back. He settles for sitting by your side, head resting on your shoulder. His body leans into yours, his skin cool to the touch.
A whine, words drawled out.
“Ya don’t like me, shrimpy?”
You shake your head, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. Words come out cautiously, spilling off your tongue.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just… I’m not used to this sort of affection. I… I don’t hate it. I like it, actually. I like you.”
A chuckle, before Floyd’s arm snakes around your shoulders. His fingers wrap around your arm, pulling you closer. Not a full-on hug, but it’s comforting all the same.
“I love you too, shrimpy.”
Ace
He’s never been too tactful. Always plunging into trouble headfirst, words flying out of his mouth without a second thought. Despite the way they sting, there’s a ring of truth in every syllable.
Ace has always been honest, in that way.
Even his touch is honest. Despite all his bluster and teasing, his fingers find yours at the end of the day. He can say how you’re the one who misses him, but Ace’s hand is reaching towards yours, thumb rubbing calming circles into the back of your palm.
Fingers slipping in between yours, clutching at your hand. Ace holds it tightly, squeezing at random intervals. His arm presses against yours, his heartbeat beating into your skin.
A steady rat-tat-tat.
Ace knocking at the door of your heart.
You still stiffen at his touch. Sweat beading your palm, you pry away. Wiping off the dampness on your shirt, avoiding his glance. A sigh, before Ace straightens his posture. His arm is pulled back, but his shoulder still just barely brushes against yours.
An apology forms on your lips. It barely slips out before Ace shakes his head. A poke into your palm. Ace threads his little finger through yours, curling it around.
He grins at you, raising both your hands.
“It’s fine. We’ll take this one step at a time, yeah?
As long we’re together, it’s all good.”
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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How they wake you up:
Butler Octavinelle
Azul is rather meek when it comes to awakening you from your slumber. You’ve worked so hard… it would be a shame to disturb your well-deserved rest.
He’ll only push open the door at the very last second. Even then, he does it very slowly, fearing that even a creak could awaken you.
Azul isn’t too crude with the way he wakes you up. The aroma of breakfast would suffice, no?
Armed with a silver tray of your meal, he calls your name softly, gently. Cajoling you from the land of dreams.
Sometimes, if you’re in a rather deep sleep, Azul might sneak in a touch or two. Gloved fingers sliding down your face, brushing stray hairs aside with practised ease. Forgive him, but you do look adorable asleep.
“Master, it’s time to wake up…”
Jade’s a little more precise about this task. He’ll wake you up at whatever time you appoint.
The time he enters your room? Not too precise. Jade always takes it upon himself to enter a little bit earlier, if it’s just to admire your sleeping form.
So defenceless, his little master. Snoozing away, without a single care in the world. Rather endearing,truly.
As much as he’ll like nothing more but to watch you rest, you do have duties to attend to. Jade leans over you, fingers gently picking up locks of your hair, tucking them behind your ear. He whispers sweet nothings into it, breath warm, tickling your ear.
Sometimes, if you’re a little too persistent, he nibbles your earlobe. Razor sharp fangs pressing into your skin, never enough to bruise, of course. But a silent threat is sufficient, hm? If the way you bolt upright is any indicator.
“Good Morning, Master~”
Floyd’s rather erratic when it comes to waking you up. Sometimes, he barges into your room at the break of dawn, throwing himself at your bed. Sometimes, he doesn’t even slink in until noon, dragging his feet.
Somehow, ever since you’ve tasked Floyd with waking you up, you always seem to have a good night’s sleep. He observes you, throwing schedules out of the water.
If you need the rest, he’ll give it to you. What’s the point of waking Master up if they’re going to be in a slump all day? That’s no fun.
Floyd likes to pull your blanket away in your sleep. One good, sharp yank, and there goes your warmth! The way you curl and shiver… it’s just like a lil’ shrimp! That’s cute~
On certain days, when you’re remarkably tired,Floyd slides into the bed with you.Throwing his arms around your waist, giving you a good hard squeeze. That will perk you up right away, yeah?
“Wakey Wakey, Shrimp Sama!”
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ceruleancattail · 11 months
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may I ask for rook, Floyd, silver, and cater with an s/o who’s insecure and hypercritical about their appearance? Like they laugh off compliments and hate looking at mirrors and/or photos because the first thing they see is everything they hate
Rook, Floyd, Silver and Cater with a s/o who’s insecure about their appearance
A hunter’s eye hardly misses anything.
Rook’s seen the way you shy from mirrors, fixing every reflective surface with a glare. The way you fix your hair a hundred times before class, sighing at the reflection. Even when Rook compliments your appearance, you always answer with a self depreciating joke, laughing away his words.
Ah, as stubborn as ever, are you not?
It’s good that you’re not vain, but being too critical of yourself stifles growth. Rook spends hours with you in his dorm room, arms stretched around your torso. He’ll pull you onto his lap, holding you against his chest. A steady heartbeat thumps against your back, his warmth sinking into your very soul.
Chin resting on your shoulder, he whispers fluttery prose after prose into your ear. Praising your eyes, your hair, every single little thing about your appearance. Waxing poetry about your entire being. Even if you try to deny whatever he says, Rook will continue, whispering those sweet words to you. In a sultry purr that leaves your toes curling, face ablaze with red.
Rook truly thinks you’re beautiful. Don’t break his heart like this, Cherie.
Off handed comments are Floyd’s speciality.
He just doesn’t see the point of flattery. Why beat around the bush? Just say what you want to say, never mind the others. You’re the subject of most of his comments. Weirdly sweet compliments, like how soft you look, or perhaps how small your hands are against his.
When you look good, he’ll say so. He doesn’t really appreciate when you laugh off his comments. Y’know, he’s not saying it to flatter you, shrimpy.
He means it.
Taking matters into his own hands, he’ll lean in for a kiss whenever you make a self deprecating comment. His lips smash against yours, a passionate sort of dance between lovers. His hands find your hips, fingers squeezing as tightly as they can. Floyd doesn’t let you move away until you’re breathless, cheeks flushed a scarlet red.
Can’t deny your beauty when you’re panting, chest heaving up and down.
You don’t love yourself? That’s fine.
Floyd will bombard you with so much love, that you’ll forget what hating yourself felt like.
When he’s not sleeping, he’s gazing at you.
Silver will gladly listen to you for hours, leaning onto your shoulder. However, he doesn’t really approve of the way you seem so insistent of putting yourself down. Self deprecating jokes coming out of those soft lips, a scowl on that enchanting face of yours. You’re beautiful, straight out the pages of a fairy tale.
Why would you put yourself down like this?
Musing to himself, Silver lets his hands wander. Slowly caressing your cheeks, grazing your forehead. A light tap on your nose, he chuckles as you scrunch your eyes shut. Palms pressing against your cheeks, he’ll hold you gently, carefully.
Leaning into the crook of your neck, his fingers trace the curves of your arms, rubbing comforting circles into your skin. Guiding your arms around him, Silver lies there in your embrace. His eyelids fluttering, barely awake. You are truly comforting, love.
Silver sincerely hopes one day you’ll feel at home with your own body as he is.
Cater learns early on that you’re not too comfortable with selfies.
You shy away from the camera, avoiding his gaze like the plague. Covering your face with your hands, creeping to the very back in every group shot. Whenever Cater nudges you closer to him, you’ll edge away, joking about your appearance.
It hurts, the things you say about yourself. Sometimes, he wishes to give you his eyes. A little peek into his vision, how you simply shine in his eyes.
Brighter then any flash, a radiant smile. Heck, Cater will gladly go blind, if it meant he could look at you for just a moment longer.
Cater can’t give you his eyes, but he has his phone. A million pictures of you, all captured on the spur of the moment. The way you laugh, mouth wide open with your hair flying in the wind. Spontaneous moments make the best photos, no?
He’ll pull you closer to him, going through albums of photos, pointing out all the parts he likes. You have a wonderful smile in this one, and this shirt really makes your eyes shine out, doesn’t it?
He’ll pepper you with compliments until you admit you’re lovely, alright?
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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@siphoklansan I’M LATE BUT HERE’S MY CONTRIBUTION TO THE TAG TEAM NUKE WITH @twistedchatterbox
The sunset of the Afterglow Savanna.
Golden hues melting into the warm amber of fire, slowly blending in with the horizon. A small hand clutches at your sleeve, tugging on it ever so slightly. Cheka, the prince of the Savanna. His head resting on your lap, tail swishing contentedly as he watches the sun set.
On your shoulder, soft locks of Leona’s curly mane brush against your skin, gently caressing you. His ears twitch ever so slightly, rubbing against your cheek.
You didn’t come all the way to act as a pillow, but it’s a comfortable position nonetheless.
A tug on your sleeve. Cheka looks up at you, eyes wide open.
“Can’t you stay a little longer?”
Giving him a small smile, you reach for his head, ruffling his hair affectionately.
“Sorry. This isn’t my home. I’m only visiting, Cheka.”
Cheka’s face scrunches up in a frown, stroking his chin thoughtfully. You had to stifle a giggle. He looked very much like those advisers that linger around in the court. While they appeared wise and thoughtful, Cheka was more cute then awe-inspiring.
“Why don’t you just marry Oji-tan? He likes you anyway, and then you could stay!”
Jolting upright, Leona shot up like bullet, glaring daggers at Cheka. Blissfully unaware of Leona’s piercing gaze, Cheka looks expectedly at you, waiting for you to praise him.
Cheeks growing warm, you could feel the blush rampaging on your face. Leona wasn’t much better, his cheeks tinted with a scarlet red. Children really don’t beat around the bush, do they?
You found your voice first, stumbling through your words:
“Ah… so you.. you like me?”
A groan, before Leona’s hand reaches awkwardly for his neck. He tries to act nonchalant, but the nervous way his tail sways gives him away.
“Yeah… I guess so, Herbivore.”
Head falling back into the crook of your neck, Leona nuzzles closer, a hesitant gesture of affection. You could feel his throat rumbling with a purr, his breath wafting over your collarbone.
“I love you, Herbivore.”
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ceruleancattail · 11 months
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Hiyaaa! I saw you opened requests, so I rushed over. (Also, your new theme is amazing. I love it<3) May I request Ruggie, Vil, and Kalim being taken care of when their sick by their s/o? (Kinda reverse from them taking care of us) Thank you <3
Thank you so much!!!!
Sick Ruggie, Vil and Kalim being taken care of by their s/o
Ruggie x reader, Vil x reader, Kalim x reader
Ruggie:
Man, you didn’t have to come all the way just to take care of him, y’know?
He’s a horrible invalid. Ruggie simply refuses to stay in bed and rest. Instead, he opts to work, forehead all scrunched up. You have to force him to rest, tuck him in yourself.
Even in bed, Ruggie’s fidgety. He’s used to tiding the pains of sickness alone. Having someone by his side just feels weird. Although he can’t deny, having your hands tenderly caressing his face, touch as gentle as a feather… it’s a rather pleasant sensation.
Once he gets a little more comfortable with being sick, Ruggie’s pulling out the stops. His hands reach for yours at any given opportunity, fingers wrapping around yours. He’ll whine about how he’s entirely miserable all alone, just to have you take a seat next to his bed.
Clutching your hand, his thumb rubs small comforting circles into your skin. It’s a comfort, having your hand in his. It bleeds warmth, wrapping around his heart like a old weighted blanket.
You didn’t have to come all this way to look after him… but he’s glad you did.
Vil:
Pardon him, darling.He’s hardly in optimal condition.
Another horrible invalid. Even in sickness, he’s propped up by his pillows, typing vigorously on his computer. There’s shoots to cancel, meetings to rearrange… You’ll have to pry him away his devices, if you ever want to see him rest.
Even in sickness, he’s determined to look the fairest of them all. Following his instructions, you dab at his face carefully, applying beauty products onto him.
Your fingers press into his skin carefully, spreading lotion over his face. Your touch is warm, spreading across his face like wildfire. A faint pink dusts his cheeks, the ghost of a smile playing on Vil’s lips.
Reaching upwards, Vil’s palm meets your cheek. Caressing it gently, he’ll mutter his thanks softly, a cat’s purr.
Perhaps he should fall to sickness a little more often. Your attention… is rather pleasant.
Kalim:
You came to see him? Aw, you didn’t have to!
As soon as he sees you, Kalim’s tripping over himself to greet you. Tangled in blankets, he throws his arms around you. An embrace, by weary arms.
You could see the tiredness in his eyes, yet Kalim’s still beaming up at you. You actually came! Don’t be worried, he’s all better, now that you’re here.
You have to coax him back to the bed, before convincing him that a party in his state would not be a good idea. It’s a shame that he’s been bogged down by this sickness… but you’re here, aren’t you? Any time Kalim gets to spend with you is a good time.
He’ll prompt you to talk. Whining about how boring it is, Kalim draws you into conversation. While you’re talking, he’s staring. Leaning into the pillow, a soft smile stretching across his lips. Eyes full of adoration, eyelids slowly sliding down.
Blinking weary, Kalim reaches for your hand. Giving it a tight squeeze, before he drifts off into dreamland. Your voice is terribly smoothing, truly.
Stay here for awhile, please. Stay with him.
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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so like pls dont judge me of this request of mine—
can i actually request octavinelle butlers grow a romantic feelings for reader and they feel the same way? i swear i just want a romance between a noble with personal butler 😭
Simp🫵/j
A Butler’s Love
Jade loves you silently.
He isn’t one to shower you in loving words, or sing your praises. Jade knows the power of his words, considering how he uses them to bend people to his will. When it comes to you, he’ll much rather be authentic. Although, he’s not opposed to a sly line here and there. Whispered into your ear, accompanied with a deep chuckle. Jade likes making you flustered. It’s nice to see just how much of a hold he has on you.
You’ll notice his feelings in the little things. With every mushroom foray, he comes back with a handful of flowers. Jade’s taken to drying them , before pressing them in your favourite books. It’s always a pleasant surprise to see delicate blossoms tucked into the pages, remains of it’s cloying scent tickling your nostrils. You’ve taken to carrying a book around, searching for the meanings of the blossoms he tucked into those pages.
They’re always sweet, really. Through the voice of nature’s treasures, he speaks to you. The language of love, wrapping around your heart, tugging at it softly.
At the end of every book, he places a white clover. Jade’s little plea, perhaps? A silent dream of his. He’ll love for one day where he’ll be able to hold you. Hold you like a lover. Until then, he’ll toil silently. All he wishes is for you to think of him.
Floyd loves you with all his heart.
He has never been one to beat about the bush. Floyd’s direct, and he tells things as it is. No matter who he talks to, Floyd’s blunt to a fault. He does delight in the aguish of others, especially if they’re emotional. It’s always fun to watch them blow up.
With you?
He’s not really much different. Although you’ll notice Floyd poking fun at you more often then the others. It makes sense, considering you’re his master. He’s like a child, pressing at every button he can reach. Floyd’s face lights up in delight whenever you react. It’s just so fun! Lil’ Shrimpy’s reactions are the best after all.
Whether you’re happy, or you’re sad, Floyd likes all your faces. He’ll take note of visual cues, indicators of your emotions. This comes in handy, especially during events. If you’re the slightest bit uncomfortable, he’s stepping in, arm pulling you towards him. You’re sad? Floyd’s right there. Here, he’ll lean down a little. Cry on his shoulder, shrimpy. Take as much time as you need. He’s here for you. Now, and always.
Floyd reads you, over and over like a child’s treasured storybook. Pouring over every page, he knows you like the back of his hand. He loves everything about you.
Do you love him back? Floyd hopes you will.
Azul loves you sincerely.
It’s hard for him to say that about anyone, really. In the business world, that word’s used too much, too often for it to actually mean everything. Every letter signed off with that word, it’s become nothing but a formality. It’s just something you say to be polite.
But when it comes to you? Sincerely starts to take on a new meaning, for him in particular. Azul starts to take a certain sort of pride, being able to do things for you. You trust him enough to serve you personally. That’s definitely something to be proud of, no?
His biggest comforts would be paper and pen. The written world is wonderful. No one can every deny what���s inked down in black. It’s to no one’s surprise that that’s how he expresses his love. Little notes left around the house, cursive lining the pages. Words of praise, sometimes a poem, or just a simple : “ You look wonderful today.”
However, one thing is constant. He’ll always sign of with “yours sincerely.” Contrary to the emotionless words he scribbles on business letters, Azul pours his love in every letter to you.
If he’s sincere in one thing, that’ll be his love for you, his dearest master.
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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Hey Bebey!!
Seeing requests open, ya know I gotta jump on it: I wanna give you a couple options to pick from
•Headcanons for what Non-yandere methods/tactics the Octatrio might use to entice/incentivize Yuu/MC/Reader to stay AND/OR •Octatrio Domestic Fluff/Headcanons for after Yuu/MC/Reader is convinced to stay
G'night!! 💀
Trinket *grabs your shoulders* everytime you call me baby I just melt-
it’s so sweet and affectionate in a platonic way??? Hejwkskw-
Stay with Me
Octavinelle x reader
Azul’s a romantic.
He’s constantly bending backwards to make you comfortable. The finest tea sets, delicates porcelain cups polished until they gleam. Exquisite tea that brews with a rich aroma, that gentle scent wafting through his office. Various pastries carefully arranged on little white plates, all specially curated for your enjoyment.
He’ll consult you, even on minor issues that have nothing to do with you. As the housewarden of Octavinelle, he has to ensure that the food served is appealing towards the students of Night Raven college. Would you care to sample some?
He exploits every single chance he gets to talk to you. Azul does truly treasure every moment with you.
Is it so wrong to prolong that moment?
His fingers seek yours whenever you two are together, intertwining slowly. Azul’s touch is a little awkward, but sweet nonetheless. Gently pulling you towards him, arms creeping around your torso. He’ll burry his face into the nape of your neck, a soft sigh of relief brushing against your skin.
Why don’t you stay, prefect?
Just for a bit longer…
Jade’s calculative.
It’s in his nature. Considering Jade can hardly tear his eyes from you, it’ll make sense that he knows quite a bit about you. Observing your habits, your likes and dislikes, even the way you walk… he’s committed everything to memory.
Whenever you visit him, you do marvel at the fact how everything seems to be catered towards you. Your favourite snacks placed on the table, peering at you tantalisingly. Perhaps a pillow of your favourite colour propped up on the couch, or your favourite movie playing on a screen. Jade does his best to make you feel at home.
Sometimes, his arm slips around your waist, fingers tapping into your skin. He’ll lean onto your shoulder, humming into your skin. Jade’s voice comes out like a seductive purr, smooth as silk. A rather calming sound, lulling you into a more relaxed state.
Do stay a little longer, hm? It’ll make his day.
Floyd’s enthusiastic.
Shrimpy’s just the best, aren’t they? His fingers wrap around yours, dragging you onto whatever whim overtakes him. Floyd’s never been one to hold back, and his feelings for you are no exception.
Floyd gets bored rather easily, and that makes him want to leave. By that logic, if he wants to make you stay, he’s never going to leave you alone. He’ll keep finding things to do, pulling you along with him.
You’ll have your hands full just keeping up with him. As lanky as he is, each of his strides reach rather far. Jogging is the only way you can keep up with him.
Tiring? Perhaps. But the way his eyes shine whenever he’s showing you whatever cool thing he found?
That expression makes it all worth it.
If you do falter in your step, Floyd’s bending down for you. Shrimpy’s tired? Clamber onto his back, and hold on. He’ll piggyback you around, arms securely wrapped around your thighs. The weight? It doesn’t bother him that much.
He’ll do anything for you, if it meant you’ll stay by his side.
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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What do y’all think about Butler Jade? Who’s oh so devoted to you, always at your beck and call… the slightest discomfort that arises, he’s immediately by your side, resolving whatever troubles you.
He just seems perfect. Too perfect for Someone Like You. Perhaps let’s say You’re one of those merchants who’s fallen out of grace. It’s a terrible toil when it comes to hiring servants. Your clan do have quite the infamous reputation… yet Jade’s been with you ever since the fall.
He’s loyal.
Too much so.
Butler Azul is also a nice concept~ Sure, he’s calm and collected, but significantly much more easier to fluster as compared to Jade.
He handles matters around the house with a rapid pace. Always on top of things, your comfort his top priority.
Azul does have quite a bit of an ego. He does consider his role as your butler as a high honour, and he ensured everyone around him knows about it.
Business is managed smoothly whenever he’s by your side. Eyes sharper then Most merchants, he’s adept at financial matters. Of course, he’ll be expecting a raise, hm?
But for all his bluster, he’s soft. Gentle, even. Tucking you in every night, gloved hands sweeping the hair from your face…
He’ll press a kiss on your forehead, light as a feather if he could. His lips, soft against your skin, his touch, as fleeting as the silverly moonlight. Would you let him?
Butler Floyd is… fun. To say the least. He’s very erratic, sometimes the house’s spick and span, sometime’s there’s an whole spill on the carpet.
He’s the only one who’ll let himself be hired by you. He does look nothing like a prim and proper butler. Untucked shirts, tie hanging loosely from his collar. He greets you with a drawl, laughing as you tidy his appearance up.
He does do his job, to varying degrees on different days. He does brighten things up, as much as you’ll hate to admit. You never know what’ll happen next.
When you’re stressed, he takes it upon himself to coddle a smile on your face. Maybe dragging you by your hands, prancing around a ballroom in a silly little waltz.
He’s your servant, ya know? He’s ready when you are. If you’re not, he’ll dragging you away, running with you until you can smile again~
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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Savanaclaw as Butlers
Leona has a certain hostile air about him. A menacing aura hanging in the air, weighing on anyone who approaches him.
He’s honestly a man more suited to be the one ordering, rather then being ordered around. Leona acknowledges you with a grunt or a glare, before trudging to fulfil.. whatever it is you require of him. Despite his grouch, he does do a rather excellent job at maintaining your home.
He tends to nap near you, much like a guard dog. Not that he’ll approve of the comparison. Leaning against a wall, snoring away. Crossed arms, a scowl etched deep into his forehead. Sometimes, his tail swishes, ears twitching ever so slightly. They’re nice to rub, fur soft against your hands.
He’s not used to people touching him this casually… well, you’re a frail lil’ thing anyways. It doesn’t matter. Leona will gripe, but if you look a little more closely, you can watch a blush spread from the back of his neck to his cheeks.
You’re having an awful lot of fun grabbing at him, huh? Don’t cower away when he decides to return the favour, Master.
Ruggie’s rather skilled at improvising. He’s always coming up with innovative ways, reducing your expenditure greatly.
Of course, it’s not like he’ll skimp on your comfort. You’re important to him. It’s his duty to ensure that you’re content with his service. How else is he getting his pay cheque? Besides, he’s gotten fond of your smile. It’ll be a shame not to keep it there.
Ruggie tends to lurk around your garden in his free time. Basking in the golden rays of the sun, lying on freshly mown grass…. He drags you with him too. Come on, you can do the work outside, right? Fresh air’s good for you!
When you’re working, he’s plucking wildflowers. When questioned, expect some bluster from Ruggie: “They’re edible.Not that I’ll expect you to know that, Master~”
But at the end of the day, your head will be adorned with a crown of those little flowers. Woven by the loving hands of your butler.
Keep him around, yeah?
Jack takes his duties seriously. Despite his stern appearance, he’s rather eager to prove himself to you.
He trails after you, like a lost puppy. His hulking build tends to deter would-be troublemakers. All it takes is a glare from him, and they scatter. Yet when you turn around, he’s smiling, inquiring if there’s anything you need from him.
Along with his butler duties, Jack makes protecting you a personal duty. After all, what’s the point of being strong if he can’t keep you safe? As a butler, that’s the least he should do… right?
Whenever you get into trouble, just holler his name. Jack’s there in a flash, arms sliding under you. You can feel his warmth, heartbeat pulsing under his skin. He picks you up, running from whatever endangers you. You can’t do much but throw your arms around his neck, and hold on.
He’ll always be there for you.
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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Hi beautiful being! I hope you are doing well! I saw your requests open and couldn't help myself :) I really loved your post about Ace and how he loves his s/o and I was wondering if you could do something similar for Leona and Floyd. (mostly Leona but don't tell Floyd, don't wanna get squeezed to death-) Again, I hope you're doing well and a big thanks for everything! ^-^
How he loves you:
Leona x reader
A weight on your shoulder, something furry tickling your chin. His ears twitch ever so slightly, brushing against your skin like kisses. Gently, tenderly, reminders of the feelings he harbours for you. A warmth surging through your wrist. A tail finding itself wrapped around it, holding on loosely.
Nibbles on your earlobes, lazy drawls purring into your ear. Leona leans down, levelling his head with yours. He’ll nuzzle into the crook of your neck, rubbing gently against it. Once he feels your shoulders relax, his fangs are grazing against your collarbone, nipping playfully.
Your hand in his, watching Night Raven College from the rooftops. The sunset illuminates the surroundings, soaking everything under the sun into hues of gold and ember. Leona’s arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into him. Your heartbeat taps into his skin, a gentle rhythm.
Stay a little longer, yeah?
Leona has grown a little too fond of your warmth to pull away.
Floyd x reader
Ice cold fingers dipping into the nape of your neck, chilling you to the bone. Mischievous laughter, breathless with amusement. Mismatched eyes scanning your expression, a lopsided grin. Rows of pearly white fangs, leering at you sinisterly.
Arms around your chest, Floyd pins your arms down, rendering you immobile. He’ll squeeze as tightly as he can, holding you as close to him as mortally possible. His scent, his embrace, his heartbeat beating out of his chest….
Crushed against his lanky form, you can hardly feel anything but him.
Floyd has quite a grip. Fingers wrapped tightly in yours, he’ll drag you around Night Raven College. Moods as volatile as a weathercock, you hardly have any warning for these moments. Sometimes, it’s frustrating. Yet when you’re running down the halls with Floyd by your side, wind tousling your hair… you can’t help but laugh.
He’ll turn and beam at you.
Lil’ shrimpy always looks better smiling.
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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OMG REQUESTS!!! Yayyyyyy :DD could I please request octavinelle with a s/o who gets amnesia, and doesn't remember their romantic involvement? What do the boys do? Thank you sm :)) hope ur having a great day <3333
Octavinelle with a s/o with amnesia
Floyd
He won’t take it too well. What, you’ve forgotten him? After all you guys been through together? It’s some cruel joke, isn’t it shrimpy? You’re just getting even with him for all the pranks he pulled…. Right?
Floyd has you by the arms, shaking you like a broken toy. As if by some miraculous force, you’ll be able to remember him. Jade has to pull him of you, but Floyd’s still holding your hands. He’s particularly crying at this point. Sobbing out all the memories he treasures with you.
Floyd makes sure he stays near you. He’s never too far away, hand creeping around your waist. Maybe you’ll remember him. You just need… some time, right?
Until then, you aren’t getting rid of him that easily.
Azul takes it as well as you can expect him to.
His hands are clasped around your cheeks, eyes desperately searching your face for any spark of recognition. His eyes water, tears threatening to spill over.
You truly don’t remember him? Azul Ashengrotto’s hands release your face, opting to run them through your hair, curling a lock around his fingers. He’s doing his best to conceal his emotions, yet his lips tremble.
Azul keeps you by his side. Whether he uses a contract, or simply hires you, Azul has an eye on you at all times. He can’t just leave you alone, not like this. You might not love him anyone, but that’s fine.
He has enough love for the both of you.
Jade’s surprisingly calm about it.
He strokes your cheek, gazing into your eyes. Jade has dealt with enough customers to know when someone is lying. You weren’t. You genuinely don’t remember him. Nor anyone else, for that matter.
You were fully a blank canvas, void of whatever memories you had. It’s painful for Jade, even though he conceals the hurt. It’s hard to look at you without remembering the times you two spent together, hand in hand.
Jade tries to help you remember. He’ll quietly bring you to your favourite places, muttering stories about what you two did there. Jade’s hands unconsciously seeks yours, fingers closing around yours. Take your time, prefect.
Until then, he’ll be right here.
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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Hi hi! Can I just say first of all i absolutely love your butler au! And I'm not sure if you're still accepting requests but if not you can just ignore this lol but can I request Ignihyde as butlers? (Platonic of course for Ortho) ^^
Sorry this took so long! Thank you for your request~
Ignihyde as butlers
The Ortho part is platonic!
Idia’s a unique butler. He does his duty at ungodly hours, working in the shadows. Hardly leaving any trace of himself behind. Before you know it, he’s retreated back into his room.
He does things so deftly, it’s almost as if he stepped straight out a fairy tale. One of those fairies who only emerge at night, making everything perfect for those who reside in the house.
The beds are made, holes magically are repaired. The carpet is free from dust, windows are polished, blinding in their shine.
You have to take it upon yourself to call him out at least once a day. Bring him out for some fresh air, under the pretext of helping you around the gardens. Ask for his assistance in things you have no problem handling on your own. That’s the only time you’ll catch a glimpse of your dear elusive butler.
Those slender hands, so gentle with you. Running through your hair, twisting it into elegant hairstyles that always frame your face in the most perfect way. It’s odd how efficient he is at this, considering he almost never meets your eyes.
Idia knows he isn’t the ideal butler. Proper butlers are supposed to be prim and proper, following their master to events, standing tall behind them.
Not shrouded in shadows, as he is.
But you don’t seem to mind the darkness.
Idia’s thankful for that.
Ortho is never far away from his brother. They come as a two for one deal. You can’t have one without the other.
He’s rather happy to trail behind you though. An almost artificial cheer in his voice, Ortho goes about his day with youthful vigour. He’s a little stronger then the average child. You’ve noticed him lifting up things twice his size. Cabinets, lamps, his own brother…
Ortho’s always on your side! He’s often dragging Idia to you, coming up with the most erratic excuses. He doesn’t mind lying, if it’ll allow Idia to be near you, even just a second more.
He’s the one who accompanies to the events societal norms demand of you. It’s a unique sight, a child chasing after you. He’s oddly clingy during those event. Hands pulling at your sleeves, dragging you away to show you something cool he noticed. You do oblige Ortho, but you can’t help but notice how you end up talking to nobody but him.
Ortho goes to Idia’s room immediately when you two reach home. Telling his brother all about his time outside, perhaps. Idia always seems rather… interested hearing about what you do outside.
It’s nothing to worry about it, rationally. However there’s something unsettling about the way Idia stares at you afterwards.
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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Would you write a fluff Jamil Viper request where Jamil’s feelings for the reader/Ramshackle prefect come to light when he stops Floyd from squeezing her when she visits them at basketball practice?
Would I? Would I????
There’s always time for Jamil- and this idea is soooo cute!!!! I had so much fun writing for this ask! Thank you~
Confessions
Jamil viper x reader
The soundtrack of the basketball club is comforting, at least to Jamil.
Squeaks screech through the court as feet shuffle. The rapid beat of the ball dribbling, ricocheting off the floor. Shouted commands, with the occasional swears flying through the air.
Your voice ringing clear through the air, cheering on whoever has the ball. The way you whoop when someone scores. The crinkle of plastic from the water bottles you toss at them whenever anyone comes for a break.
It’s nice.
“Yo, Viper! Catch!”
A towel is hurled into his face, only stopped by his hand. Lowering it down, he gives you a nod of appreciation. It’s hard not to notice how you beam.
You shoot him a little wink, and he has to stuff his head into the towel to hide the way his lips slip upwards. Jamil scrubs at his face until it’s burning, rubbed a raw red. The pain nibbles at his cheeks, stinging them.
It helps keep his face straight anyhow.
You slide next to him, shoving him aside with your shoulder. Leaning onto him,your skin pressing against his. He can feel your arms shaking from laughter, your pulse beating. Great seven, Jamil’s close enough to smell your shampoo.
You get up quickly enough to clown around with the others, but your scent lingers. It’s nice. Fingers tapping on his knee, he watches you interact with the others.
You bend over, clutching your stomach. Ace must have made a pretty good joke, because you were almost besides yourself with laughter. Doubled over, eyes blinded with tears. You hardly were aware of a certain hulking figure creeping up behind you.
Floyd could move in perfect silence when he wanted to. A predatory instinct, ingrained in his blood. His arms spread out, he moves step by step, carefully sizing you up.
Jamil’s been through enough team practises to know what happens next. Floyd grabs his poor naive victims, before spinning them around like a Carrousel gone off its axis. The hellish ride ends with being flung into the air. Said victims tend to throw up after the Floyd treatment.
Almost everyone in the club has had a taste of this treatment.
Guess today’s your turn.
Jamil watches you wipe tears out of your eyes, still chatting merrily with Ace. Ace catches Jamil’s eye, before he gives a little crafty smirk. Ace takes hold of your hands, talking just a little louder.
Keeping your attention on him, so Floyd had a clear shot.
That jackass.
Jamil didn’t really think about it. His body started moving on his own, sprinting towards you.Elbowing Floyd out of the way, Jamil takes you into his arms, shielding you with his body. Holding you close,his chest heaving up and down. Whipping around, he gives both Floyd and Ace a glare, staring daggers at them.
“Don’t you dare touch them. They’re mine.”
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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Butler octavinelle with a self-indulgent master that doesn't want to do work most of the time please! I'd like to see how they would treat such a person, hehe.
THANK YOU FOR REQUESTINGGGGGGG
I’m actually so happy- Well, ask and you shall receive!!!
Butler Octavinelle with a self-indulgent Master:
Azul’s a little bit vexed by your whims. Master, it simply will not do for you to stay in bed. He understands the appeal of a warm blanket, but it about time you awaken.
He does his best, fussing like a mother hen. He’ll never force you to work, of course. Azul’s of no status to order you around. However, he will gently prod you forward. Little things at a time.
Just look over that paper for him, please? He’ll make your favourite meal afterwards, he promises.
Garenteed, he’s able to handle most things that arise. The only reason you’re able to slack in your duties is his efficiency in handling problems. Azul is heartened you have such confidence in his abilities. He does try his best, truly.
But it does gets lonely without you around…
Jade goes along with your whims most of the time. Well, you are his master, after all. What you say goes, no?
He goes out of his way to make things comfortable for you. Clearing your schedule so you have no duties for the day. The methods he employs are… questionable to say the least. But as long the blood doesn’t stain, and there aren’t any eye-witnesses, then it’s all good.
The goal is to lessen your workload, not to add to it.
Jade keeps you company when you’re indulging. Whether that be through food, rest, or perhaps some other activities, he’s by your side. Maybe he should take a leaf out of your book. All work and no play would make him dull company.
He’ll willingly bend backwards to amuse you. Anything for you, Master.
Floyd’s delighted. Serving a boring, stuffy master would have been an absolute nightmare. At least you know how to cut loose and have some fun!
He’s constantly dragging you into problem after problem. Idle hands are the devil’s workshop, and Floyd’s one demented soul. Could you blame him? Most of his life, he’s been told to stop.
It’s so very frustrating, you know? It’s not like he’s dumb. Those things he’s not supposed to do, kept out of reach, labeled with that tantalising word “Forbidden”…
Just makes him all the more curious. Floyd has a fascination with things, an almost childlike wonder of the world. This accounts from him trying new things with a somewhat reckless abandon. With a self-indulgent master, he’s very eager to follow your whims. You’re something new to him. Not the run-of-the-mill boring master, rather someone different.
What will you show him today, Master?
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