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If reqs are still open could I get the basketball club boys with reader who likes to fall asleep/lay on their chest? Totally fine if not, thanks!
Ace, Jamil and Floyd with a s/o who likes to fall asleep on their chest
Ace x reader, Jamil x reader, Floyd x reader
Aceās a stuttering mess.
A blush coating his cheeks, scarlet blooming on his skin. Vibrant flowers that spread to both his ears in turn. His mouth falls open, lips fumbling around desperately. Trying to form words, but the letters all fall off the tip of his tongue, emotions running free.
How could he even speak? There were no words in language to describe the pure bliss flowing through his veins. You, leaning against his chest. Hand clutching at his uniform loosely, mouth just ever so slightly openā¦
Heāll be stock still for a few moments, before a trembling hand reaches for your sleeping form. Gingerly wrapping his arm around you, a casual embrace. One heāll explain off with a shrug and a laugh if anyone asked.
āThey just took a nap right here. Crazy, right?ā
Boyish bluster, typical of Ace. Yet no amount of his excuse could explain away the sappy smile playing on his lips whenever Ace looked at you.
If you wake up, the first thing youāll see is Aceās smirk, dripping with smugness. Arms tugging you back to his embrace, laughing all the way. Heāll ask if you had sweet dreams, jabbing your cheek playfully. Well, with the way you were drooling all over his chest, you had a great nap.
Isnāt Ace just the best pillow?
Feel free to come to him anytime, yeah?
Jamil sighs.
Honestly, couldnāt you find a better place to take a nap? Heāll chide you under his breath, words as soft as springās gentle breeze. Shaking his head, tutting his disapproval.
Of course, his arms are snaking around your torso, bringing you closer to him. For all his exasperation, Jamil just canāt find it in his heart to wake you. Not when youāre lying right in his chest, every breath coming out in little puffs. They waft against his skin, warmth lingering like feather light kisses.
Gently, heāll lift you up. Placing you on his lap, head resting against his collarbone. Jamilās hands rest on your back, palms flat against your skin. Moving in ceaseless circles, rubbing your back for the sake of having something to do.
He isnāt too used to staying idle for long.
Although he has to admit, a break like this isnāt too bad once in awhile. Especially if youāre here, all curled up against his. It isnāt too bad, feeling your warmth melt against his, heartbeats slowing until they beat in sync. Beat as one.
Even if you wake up, Jamil just might feign sleep. Head leaning into the crook of your shoulders, arms reluctant to let go of your torso. A faint pink tinging his cheeks, a soft little whisper slipping out of his lips.
A little longer, please, love.
Floyd has to stop himself from laughing.
Youāre rather brave, arenāt you? Letting your guard down right in front of him like that. Dropping onto his chest, dozing away. Cheek pressing into his chest, soft like dough. Your eyelids squeezed shut, every breath wafting against Floydās skin. Like the gentle caress of the sea, lapping against the shore.
Arenāt you just the cutest little thing, shrimpy?
Floyd immediately wraps you in his arms, yanking you closer to him. Plopping you right on his lap, cradling you in his embrace. Maybe heāll sneak in a squeeze or two, giving you a tight little hug. Anything to feel you closer to his body. To feel your warmth bleed into his skin. Almost the heat of a roaring fireplace, illuminating the depths of his heart.
He leans over you, engulfing you in his lanky frame. Wrapping around you protectively, a passionate embrace. He never takes his eyes off your sleeping form, finger poking at your nose teasingly. The way you scrunch it up is so fun to watch.
Floyd pokes and prods, chuckling at your unconscious reactions. Of course, heāll never wake you. Not intentionally, anyways.
How could you blame him?
You look adorable in his arms.
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Locked down in London
Unfortunately this virus will have a big impact on tourism in Sicily and will effect a lot of our friends in the tourist industry, so therefore please don't cancel your trip, just postpone it and please when booking your trips, excursions and small group tours keep it local as every time you book through a small business an actual Sicilian will do a little happy dance.
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She's sprinting through the forest. Swinging from branches across streams, climbing down cliffs, and leaping over brush and ancient roots alike. There's one goal on her mind: find Stolas.
Dropping down from one of the ancient oaks, near the very heart of this forest, she stands tall before the entrance to a cave. Ears perked, listening for the sound of scraping talons and loose feathers drifting through the air.
At first she hears nothing, ears still as she stares at the dark hole in the mountainside. Turning on one foot, her ear flicks- recognizing the familiar sound of a quill being placed back into a small pot of ink.
Immediately she turns back, dropping down to one knee before the dark cave,
|| š· ||: ā Greetings, Prince Stolas of the Stars.
Scholar of plants and precious stones.
I've come to ask for your help. ā
She mutters, eyes closed and head bowed, waiting for his response.
ā You know what I've told you about bowing, Eath. ā
Her eyes snap open, head turning upwards to find the owl-like being leaning down. Perhaps leaning wouldn't be the right term, he was hunched, his oddly long neck bowed so that his face was at eye level with her's. To an outsider this would possibly be frightening. To Eath it was normal.
She stands, his face following her, star-filled eyes unblinking, watching her every movement.
|| š· ||: ā My apologies Pri-- Stolas. ā
ā No, It's quite alright. I know how your father taught you. ā
There's a chuckle from the Prince, accompanied by a halfhearted laugh from the small daemon. The owl-like man stepping forward and wrapping a wing around the teen's shoulders in a light hug.
ā You're lucky, child. I was just about to leave.
What brings you? You haven't visited me in a long time, I though you were done with my lessons... Or just tired of my lectures. ā
Right, his lessons, she hadn't come to learn more about the flora and minerals of the world in a long time. Spirits know she'd learned how to navigate by the stars well enough, but perhaps she could use a refresher...
No, not now, she had something she needed to do.
|| š· ||: ā I never tire of your lectures... but I need a favor.
You have magic- Royal Magic? ā
She turns her gaze up to him, the owl raising his face to look upwards, feathers brushing against his beak,
ā I would hope so. I am one of the founders, child.
Do you need training? I thought your- ā
|| š· ||: āNo- No, I still can't... Magic. ā
She sighs,
|| š· ||: ā My friend was cursed, a few of my friends were cursed. Some stranger came and blew a strange dust on Hax and...
They've been turned into children, some of them have their memories and some... don't. ā
Her ears droop as she speaks, the Prince lowering his neck so his face was once again on eye level with the young daemon. Curiosity and concern in his eyes, head rotating to the side slightly.
ā A de-aging curse? Hm...
I might be able to make you something before I go, come. ā
He nods, raising his head and gesturing with a wing for Eath to follow him into the cave. Wandering within and rounding a corner to find a dimly lit study of sorts.
Scrolls litter the floor, various plants hanging from the ceiling and pinned to the walls. Along the left wall of the entryway a stone table line with various gemstones- a few of which the Prince scoops up in his feathers. He struts around the study. Grabbing various plants with his other wing and beak, dumping the mix of herbs into a small mortar, placing a pestle within it and handing the bowl to Eath with a nod.
|| š· ||: ā What... are we making? ā
She questions, sitting cross legged on the stone floor and getting to work grinding up the herbs. Being careful not to accidentally break the bowl with her strength, spirits know she would never live that moment down.
ā A potion, of sorts, it may be able to cure your friends. ā
|| š· ||: ā May? ā
She questions, a bit indignantly, pestle clattering against the side of the bowl with a force threatening to crack it.
|| š· ||: ā My Pri-- Stolas I- I can't do a maybe. I need to get the cure I- ā
ā Eath. ā
His tone is firm, head turning backwards to glare at her, which causes her to shrink slightly,
ā My domain is not in curses, child, but I know a remedy that may remove the effects if the curse is made of what I think it is. ā
He returns back to the stones he was sorting, drawing a shape on the stone ledge he often used to write his scrolls on.
ā If the curse was made with the dust I think it was then this should dispel the dust's effects, but I don't want to disappoint you. ā
The teen gives a huffed sigh at that, but nods, returning to her work until the herbs were nothing more but a fine powder.
|| š· ||: ā I'm sorry. ā
ā It is alright. You are stressed... ā
He sighs, then, turning back around to face Eath,
ā You've already lost too much, child. As much as I want to promise I have a solution, I don't want you to get your hopes up and experience that grief again. ā
His head dips down to look at the teen, still at work grinding the herb which need not be ground any more, noticing the tears streaming down her cheeks despite her attempt to keep her head bowed.
|| š· ||: ā Just... let us finish this potion. Please. ā
He backs away, then, returning to drawing his shape until she was ready to approach him with the powder. A minute passing before she'd wipe her face and stand.
Holding out the bowl to the Prince, he takes it from her, nodding quietly as he pours its contents down a makeshift paper funnel into a flask, filling the flask with oil, corking it, and laying it down in the shape he'd drawn on his "desk". Stones placed at specific points around the edge of a circle, within the circle a Sigil; though Eath would better know it as a name, his name.
He holds his wings over the shape, muttering a spell, making the stones and flask hover off the desk slightly, the contents within spinning rapidly and glowing until mixed into a strange black potion- stars seemingly floating within.
There's a soft hoot from the Prince as the spell concludes, the owl-like being grabbing the vial out of the air and handing it to the small daemon.
ā Here, may it serve you well. ā
She takes it gingerly from his wings, bowing lightly- which earns her a soft glare from the prince.
|| š· ||: ā Thank you, Stolas. ā
She turns to leave then, but stops. Head turning back to face the other,
|| š· ||: ā Have you... had any luck finding something for... ā
A claw taps her pendant, which very quickly earns a shake of the head from the prince, who almost seems to recoil in disgust,
ā No, child. The Spirits-Damned daemon that made that made sure it wasn't easily broken. I'm sorry. ā
Her ears drop at that, but she nods.
|| š· ||: ā Thank you anyway.
I... will come back for a lesson next time you are here, I promise. ā
She smiles before turning to leave, dashing back out into the forest soon as she clears the threshold of the cave entrance. Don't worry, she was going to fix this. One way or another.
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Stupid things that the Basketball club members do to show affection to you
Ace x reader, Jamil x reader, Floyd x reader
Ace calls out your name, whenever heās about to shoot. A horrible habit that immediately draws all the defenders towards himā¦ but hey, the sense of satisfaction he gets from slip sliding away from them and scoring a goal anyways is always worth it.
The feeling of your gaze on him as he darts into scoring range does make his pulse race. To think out of all of the players on the court, you were only looking at him. In this one moment, itās almost as if as you two were the only ones there.
He makes sure that he catches your gaze as the ball slowly sinks into the basket, with the swish of a clean shot into the net.
Thereās that smug sort of pride Ace gets whenever he looks at the aghast faces of the opposite team. As well as that tiny little tinge in his heart when he looks up at you, a crooked, boyish smile dancing across his lips.
Ya saw that, right? Wasnāt he so cool?
You know heās going to pester you about his shot non-stop when he gets off the court. Regaling you with tale after tale of his heroic exploits until you jab him with your elbow. Well, if he wins this match, youāll consider buttering up his ego a bit.
Besides, itās not as if he has to tell you everything. You were there, in the stands. Cheering for himā¦ and the rest of the team, of course.
Mostly for him.
He also has another horrible habit. Ace kisses his knuckles before lightly punching in your direction. He does this before every match, from the moment he steps onto the court. Aceās version of a flying kiss, his own personal lucky charm.
If heās ever questioned about it, Ace laughs it off. Claiming that heās passing on all his bad luck to you, so he can focus on the game. Truth to be told? Heāll much rather give you an actual kiss.
Aceās personal good luck charm, for every match.
Jamil lingers around you, when itās time for a break. Plopping himself in the seat beside you, his shoulder bumping into yours. He likes to sit right by you, feeling his pulse race against yours. Thereās something about having you next to him that justā¦ sets him at ease.
Jamil times his heartbeat to yours, chest heaving up and down. Calming himself down for the next round, clearing his adrenaline pumped mind. You busy yourself with a towel as well, mopping off Jamilās head. Heāll try to snatch the towel from you, muttering about how he can handle it himself, but youāre insistent about him taking a proper break.
Jamil can only give him to the fluff of the towel, and your gentle touch. Sometimes, your fingers just brush against his face, a sudden flush of warmth lingering on his skin. Almost like an intimate touch.
So he contents himself by watching you take care of the entire team. Sometimes, Jamil gets a little jealous, watching you flutter around, abuzz. Heāll ask for your help with braiding his hair, bundling it up into a tight bun of sorts. You gladly oblige, your fingers running through his hair.
Jamil appreciates this, honestly. Most of the time, heās the one looking after Kalim. For onceā¦ itās nice to feel fawned over, even if itās only for a while. Well, since youāve already put in so much effort for Jamilā¦ guess itās only right if he brought back a victory, hm?
Nothing less, for you.
Floyd likes to pick you up. Before and after, every match. Before the match begins, youāll feel a pair of lanky arms snake around your torso, before youāre lifted up by Floyd. He gives you a quick affectionate squeeze, before setting you down again. His personal pre-match ritual, Floyd chirps as his chin nuzzles into your scalp.
He does this without warning every single time, sneaking up on you silently. Even if youāre wary, glancing around for any sign of that eel, Floyd still finds ways to surprise you. Youāre not escaping his grip that easily, Shrimpy!
After every match, youāre immediately attacked by a very tall eel drenched in sweat. Floyd loses the slightly hint of subtlety after the entire basketball match, and just straight up grapples you into his arms.
If itās a victory for Night Raven Collegeās team, Floydās swinging you around, his fingers wrapped tightly around your wrists. Itās a big win for him! Hey, did you see the way that guyās face just fell when Floyd blocked his shot? Did you, did you?
On the days it ends in a loss, Floyd just grabs you and buries his face into your shoulder. You can feel his breaths on your skin, gentle puffs that make your shoulder tingle. He holds you there for a while, legs wrapping around his own. Silently reflecting on his loss, calibrating his emotions perhaps. You wouldnāt know.
Although in the silence of those days, you canāt help but worm an arm out of his hold, stroking his hair the best you can from that awkward angle. Rubbing his hair, tousling it up. Sometimes, Floyd lets you. Snuggling closer towards you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
Sometimes he traps your hand under his cheek, nudging you softly. He wonāt stop until your palm is flat against the side of his face, cupping his cheek tenderly. Sometimes he just wants to be held himself, Yāknow?
Stay with him for a while, okay?
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CERU!! HI HI :D
i have this one silly idea i think you might like!
so so, imagine you share classes with cater/jade/floyd (sitting next to them, if you will), and when they glance at your notebook, it's filled with tiny doodles, specifically them
or!! you saw their notebooks littered with doodles of you instead!
this one was when my friend found my philosophy notebook with a smol lilia in a gamer box corner lmao
take all the time you need if you decided to do this one! :D
Doodling
Cater x reader, Jade x reader, Floyd x reader
Cater
Cater finds his attention waning, occasionally. Twisting his pen around, he does his best to fight the urge to check his phone. Heās already done it five times this hour. Horrible habits die the hardest.
As sneakily as he can, Cater leans into your side, head leaning into the curve of your shoulder. His emerald eyes straying over the pages of your notebook, trying to find something to amuse himself with.
The moment you felt his gaze on you, you froze up. Hands hastily fumbling across the table, shielding the contents of your notebook from view. As quickly as you managed to react, Cater still managed to catch a tiny little glimpse of what youāve scribbled onto those lined pages.
Little doodles ofā¦ him? Cute tiny drawings doodled onto the very edges of your notes, surrounded with miniature diamonds and quite a number of rosy red hearts.
Immediately, Cater turned away. Covering the lower half of his face with his palm, in an attempt to hold back his squeals of excitement. Thatās just so cute of you!
Do you have any more? Heāll love to see them! Caterās immediately wiggling a little closer to your side, poking at your notebook until you let him flip through the pages.
Aw, why are you embarrassed? You make him look totally adorable in those doodles!
Cater tries to draw a little sketch of his own right next to one of yours. A little doodle of you, standing right next to him. If you ask him why, heās just going to chuckle and shoot you a playful grin. Avoiding the question the best way he knows how.
The truth is?
He just doesnāt feel right if youāre not next to him, so just indulge him this time, ok?
Jade
Jade is quiet. Almost silent, even. With his slender frame, he cuts through water with all the elegance of a finely honed blade. Silent, deadly. Even on land, his footfalls are as soft as freshly fallen snow. Youāll never hear him coming.
Which unfortunately works against you most of the time. He seems to relish the feeling of shocking you back to the present, whenever your attention starts to wander. Normally, youāll hear him snigger, or if heās feeling a little more teasing that day, the sensation of his ice cold fingers, tracing down the nape of your neck.
Today, it was the latter. As you yelp, reaching for the back of your neck, Jade is silent. His attention currently fixed onto the open notebook on your table, pages fluttering, beckoning him closer.
Gingerly, his fingers reach for the pages. Tracing every stroke on the paper, especially that particularly long stroke of hair framing the subjectās face.
Itās him. In every page.
Little doodles of Jade in the corners, peeking out from every margin. Drawings of him, in the midst of doing various tasks around the Mostro Lounge, along with some particular goofy ones accompanied by giant mushroomsā¦ and hearts. Quite a number of them, actually.
The latest drawing is of him facing forward in class. Eyes narrowed in concentration, chin on his palm. How utterly adorable of you, to capture every single detail of his appearance within a few strokes. You must observe him very dearly.
Jade turns his full attention to you, leaning so much more closer to you than before. His lips curl up into a sly little smile, beaming at you. Now, you donāt have to be so secretive about it, you little artist.
You know heās always more then willing to pose for drawings.
Well, only if youāre the only asking.
Floyd
Floyd shifts around quite a bit, during class. Normally, youāre pretty eager to chat away with him. Unfortunately, today you seemed a little more preoccupied listening to the lesson instead of Floyd.
Now, what fun is that? Heās so bored just sitting around. Well, you being next to him helps, but come on! Youāre not even paying him one bit of attention. Instead you were hunched over the table, pen scribbling away furiously.
Floyd stares at your hand as it moves around, his own hand absentmindedly following suit. While his dance danced in circles in the air, Floyd muses silently. Itās hard to see how those sweeping wide strokes of yours could possibly form words.
Leaning towards you, Floyd dips his head onto your shoulder. Curling his lips into an āoā, before puffing a gust of wind onto the skin of your bare neck. Shuddering at the sudden chill, your pen clatters against the table.
Seizing his chance, Floydās hand darts over. Those slender fingers of his wrapping around the pages of your book, yanking it sharply to his side.
Leisurely, Floyd flips the book open. Ready to see what his lilā shrimpy seemed ever so eager to hide.
Sketches ofā¦ him. Toothy grin as bright as the sun, beaming away. Yāknow, most people find his smile scary. Notā¦ as endearingly as you seem to see it, illustrating it as sweetly as you did.
You drew him zooming around the Night Raven College, leaping into antic after antic. Little hearts follow every doodle, trailing after tiny Floyd. Aināt that cute?
Aw, shrimpy! You never told him you could draw. That isnāt too fair, yeah? Hogging all the fun to yourself, sketching him on the sly.
Floydās elbowing you playfully, stretching out an upturned palm towards you. Huh? Whatās that look for?
Give him a pen, he wants to draw you too!
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Alright victims look. Dig out your ears and hear me out on this one.
V-tuber MC.
Look, the bills have to be paid in some way, right? A time-flexible job would be ideal, no? And if there an added layer of anonymity added to the job, wonāt it be a perfect side-hustle?
Imagine streaming every week after classes, playing games or perhaps showcasing a certain talent of yours? Singing, drawing, dancing ā¦ whatever youāve got. The list just goes on. Maybe you just sit down with your viewers, and have a light-hearted chat.
Talking about your friends and experiences seems to be well-welcomed, on your streams. Well, some of your experiences in Night Raven College are justā¦ ridiculous. Having to run after a chaotic bunch of friends is exhausting, so at least those wacky experiences turn into good stories for the internet.
Everything is kept anonymous, of course. People get nicknames to cover their identities, and people think all of these tales come from you playing as the character they portray.
Now imagine Idia just stumbling across your streaming account. Perhaps he was bored, one day after classā¦ and lo and behold, you were streaming right after class as well. Streaming someā¦ story based game.
At first he joined just to have some background noise while he gamed. Idia told himself heāll just lurk, maybe judge your gameplay for a bit. Yet he found himself clinging on to your every word, focusing more on your laughter then the controls of the console in his hand.
He ended up losing every match he played that day, but your follower count steadily went up by one.
Idia soon found himself tuning in more and more, looking forward to the days you were free to stream. They miraculously mirrored his quite closely, what a wonderful coincidence! He was still very much a lurker, but occasionally his trembling fingers will type out a word of encouragement or two, in the chat.
He likes the way you say his username, the way you read out every letter he typed. You remember him, oddly enough. Aways perking up whenever his username flashes across the screen, grinning away like an idiot.
Idia canāt say he doesnāt like it, though.
He keeps a keychain of you on his bag. A subtle design, never your model outright. Maybe itās a small plushie of your fan mascot, or the logo of your avatar. Either way, he takes it with him everywhere, thumb stroking it whenever Idiaās thoughts wander.
Wonder what happens when one day, he stumbles across you in the hallway. Bags stuck together because your keychains tangled, and he saw you had the exact same one? The moment you open your mouth, apologising profuselyā¦ Idia knows. Youāre the streamer heās been faithfully watching ever since that day.
Oh no, heāll never dox you outright. Idia knows all too well how badly parasocial relationships tend to go, and he would never want to scare you off. Somehow, one way or another, you end up sharing a class with Idia.
Now, he was fully planning to hide in the corner throughout the lessonā¦ but you sat in front of him. Slipping your phone out of your pocket, before booting upā¦ a game. Heāll never normally make the first move, but the moment he saw his favourite game pop up on your screen, a hesitant sentence slipped right off his tongue.
āI play that game too.ā
Beaming at him, you spin around. Clutching your phone in your hands, excited to find another game enjoyer in the same class. You asked some friendly questions about what character he played, how far along the quests was he, and other gameplay related questions.
Idia had fun, discussing the game with you. Talking all the way until the teacher walked in and gave both of you a nasty glare. You slid right back around, but not before scribbling something quick onto Idiaās palm.
You wink at him, before folding up his fingers into a fist. Once your back was turned, Idia couldnāt help unclenching it to take a peek.
Your friend ID code, scribbled out in your favourite colour on his hand. Ending with a cute little heart. Great Seven, you were adorable.
Guess heāll have to actually be serious about this game, for once.
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Aquarium date with Floyd Leech
Floyd x reader
Thereās something inherently romantic about standing side by side with someone you love. Your shoulder leaning into his arm, fingers interlocked with one anotherās. Clutching onto his palm, letting the cool blue lights of the tank wash over your body, rippling through every surface the light could touch.
You watch in awe, as schools of multi coloured fish swim right by, each with their very own appeal. Shimmering scales, deep soulful eyes, or perhaps even an astonishing speed, for one so small. Gently, you place your palm against the glass, if only to get closer to the wonderful world playing out before you at that moment.
A fish takes notice, slowly moving towards your palm. As it swims closer, all you could do was to marvel at its beauty, the flawless design of a creature from the sea itselfā¦
āOh, whatchaā looking at, Shrimpy?ā
Floyd leans over, draping his lanky body over yours. Hooded eyes glance somewhat listlessly towards the fish in front of you, brightening up in recognition. Opening his mouth wide open, Floyd bares his fangs at the fish, laughing as it zooms away in fright.
āIāve eaten one of these lilā guys before! Tasty.ā
You glare at him the best you could, stifling your laughter all the while. Folding your arm inwards, you elbow him in the side playfully, chiding Floyd:
āHonestly! You donāt have to say it in front of the fish!ā
His lower lip jutted out in a slight pout, a petulant whine slipping right off those lips.
āBut it was really tastyā¦ hey, how about I catch one for you? I think itāll be easy, if I could just slip into the tankā¦ā
Raising your hand, you smack Floyd on the arm lightly, huffing.
āI am not eating this cutie right in front of its family!ā
Sighing, Floyd slings an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. Close enough for you to feel his pulse, beating right through his chest. To count every beat of his heart, the pace slowly meshing with yours. Melting into one, steady beat.
āFine, fineā¦ youāre so uptight, shrimp.ā
His gaze flickers here and there, mismatched irises slowly scanning his surroundings. They rest on you, for a while. Staring at your features, illuminated by the azure ripples of the sea. If Floyd squinted a little, he could almost imagine you two were indeed under the sea.
Holding hands while the waves brushed against both of you, coaxing the two lovers closer. Perhaps heāll give you a good squeeze, with both his arms and his tail too! Itāll be so fun, exploring the oceanās mysteries with you right by his sideā¦ but maybe going straight under the sea wasnāt too much of a good idea.
Well, Floyd supposed the aquarium was a good start. At first, he didnāt want to go at all. Whatās the fun of that? Floydās pretty sure heās seen all the sea has to offer, considering he grew up there. However when he saw that sparkle in your eyes, the eagerness you thrusted the brochure at him withā¦ how could he say no?
He wonder if those adorable eyes of yours would sparkle with the same sort of joy, when Floyd takes you under the sea. Heāll bring you to all of his favourite spots! A old shipwreck teeming with ancient artefacts, a particular reef, teeming with corals of all shapes and sizesā¦ maybe even his little cave Floyd decked out with all his treasures.
But for nowā¦
Seeing you smile is enough for Floyd.
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Eels
Jade Leech x reader
Jadeās fingers were slender.
Clasping a needle within them, he jabbed lightly at the felt. Moving the silver needle swimmingly through the soft fabric, weaving small, neat stitches across it. He moved with effortless ease, rapidly making his way through the piece of cloth within his grip.
You watch his hands, enthralled by the precision of his every move. Calculated, even strokes of that thin needle in his hand, wielded with all the elegance of a rapier. Although it seemed to slow, after a while. You could hear a faint chuckle slipping out of Jadeās lips then.
Setting the cloth down, a finger reaches for your nose. Tapping it ever so lightly, sending a coolness into your skin. As you scrunch your nose up in protest, Jade does his best to stifle a laugh behind his hand. Goodness, you look adorable startled. However, as cute as you were, Jade canāt be the only one working on the plushies, unfortunately.
It was your idea, after nearly doubling over at the prices of the Aquarium souvenirs. Goodness, plush toys were rather expensive nowadays, werenāt they? Now, Jade wouldnāt have minded paying for your share, but you were insistent on making your own.
When Jade questioned you about this suddenā¦ determination, your lips trembled ever so slightly. A faint tint of pink blooming to life on both of your cheeks. How curiousā¦ now, you do know he prides himself on being an informant of sorts for Octavinelle, hm?
Keep your little secrets away, love. Before he decides to pry them out of your pretty hands himself. Jade pokes and prods, arms wrapped around your torso. His chin on your shoulder, a low, velvety voice purring into your ear. Maybe heāll have a nibble or two, if only to hear you yelp.
Why so stubborn, angelfish?
Wouldnāt you like to tell dear old Jade?
Hm?
Flushed fully scarlet, trapped in Jadeās loving, tight embrace, there wasnāt much choice for you. Cheeks burning red, you whisper back to Jade, voice tinged with embarrassment:
āThere werenāt any moray eel plushies in that storeā¦ I wanted something to remind me of you.ā
Now that was a surprise. How sweet of you, dearie, to think about him. Although it does make him a little sad. Why go so far to hug an eel, when heās already here for you? How cruel of you.
To placate your drama-eel, you proposed making matching plushies. The little ones, connected to a small chain. To be carried around, a matched set. How romantic. Jade readily agreed then.
Although now, you seem a little too focused on him to work on your own plush. Gently guiding your hands towards your very own piece of felt, Jade nudges your palm into the soft material. He holds it there a little longer than necessary, but could you really blame him? Youāre warm, delightfully so.
He could feel the beat of your heart press against his. Your pulse beating rapidly, combining with his very own. The rhythm of two hearts, blending into one smoothing melody. Pursing his lips, Jade hums a tune, soft and sweet.
Much like the gaze he gave you, a tender sight. Hopefully some of that warmth could be transferred into the heart of that plushie. So even when you werenāt around, Jade had something to hold. Something to keep his heart placated, until you came back. Until he could have you in his arms again.
āCome on, darling.ā Jade pats your hand softly.
āThe eel isnāt going to get seen by himself.ā
He lifts up his own eel, felt as soft as the beachās golden sand. Pushing it gently towards you, making it nuzzle into your cheek softly.
āYou wonāt want to leave plush me all alone now, would you?ā
A rustle of cloth, as Jade leaned closer towards you. The ghost of his breath brushing against your cheek, far softer than any felt would ever be. You could feel the plush of his lips graze your skin ever so gently, moving with every word that slipped right pass his lips:
āIāll be miserable without you to kiss, angelfish.ā
#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#Jade leech#Jade leech x reader#Jade#Jade x reader#lucky potion š·#this was supposed to be another aquarium fic but the idea of Jade and his lovely angelfish making matching plushies together was an idea#too cute not to write#matching eels#with the silly guy
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Kissing Liliaās calloused fingers.
Holding his hands tenderly within yours, rubbing reassuring little circles into the back of his palm. Lowering your lips onto his skin, feeling his body heat waft against your lips, gently caressing every inch it could reach. Pressing a small, soft kiss into his palm, before glancing up at him.
Lilia let out a little sigh, a small smile sliding across his lips. His shoulder slump ever so slightly, the tension melting away from them gradually. He looks at you, a loving gaze that made your heart skip a beat.
Clasping his hands within yours, feeling the callouses that line his palm. Rough, hardened patches of skin, the fruit of all his efforts. The results of the training he endured as a young man. The scars from a war he fought eons ago, for the people he loved.
The story of his life, etched in flesh and blood. Yet not all of the pages were filled with misery. Lilia has more callouses now, from his days in Night Raven College.
Tough patches on the very tip of his fingers, from nylon strings pressed too tightly. His bass has a tendency to bite back whenever he strummed its strings a little too vigorously. Could you really blame him? With the music blaring all around him, the bass shaking the very stage, and the crowd of students screaming out the lyrics alongside himā¦.the adrenaline just rushed through his veins.
Perhaps he would still have some semblance of self control, then. Until Lilia met your eyes. In the throng of people, screaming your throat out. Waving to the beat of the song, cheering for him as loudly as you could. He saw himself reflected in those lovely irises of yours.
Only Lilia, in your eyes, filled with the gentle twinkling of awe. Well, since youāre watching ever so passionatelyā¦. Lilia just supposes heāll have to put on a show. This old man still has some life in him yet. Goodness, you really bring out the best in him, donāt you?
His palms have changed,having enrolled in Night Raven College. Callouses on his fingers, from writing long, sweet letters to you by the moonlight, pen skating through the page in its sleek cursive. For the plainness of instant messaging wasnāt as intimate as handwritten letters, packed and sealed with a gentle kiss.
Callouses on his fingers, from strumming his bass all day, trying to figure out the words heāll use in his song. A hymn to you, and only you. Music is the language of love, was it not? Let Lilia attempt to speak to you, straight from the melodies of his heart.
Lilia changed, ever so slight. But is that not beautiful? Is it not the destinity of somethingā¦ someone so loved?
To be loved, is to be changed.
Lilia doesnāt mind too much, if it meant he could be loved by you.
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i saw the flash sale and it's shopping time!!!
could i request a butler jade with a master who's trying to hide their feelings for him, but it's completely obvious they're head over heels in love, and jade is desperately failing at resisting their charm??
thank you sm ceruuušš get lots of rest okay!!!
Enchanting
Butler au
Butler Jade x reader
Jade would like to think he is no more then a normal butler. Serving his master in any way he could, walking forth as their chess piece. A servant has no purpose but to act as an extension of the one who commands them. He is but another tool at your disposal, another pair of hands, so to say.
Yet Jade finds acting as your hands rather difficult, especially when theyāre reaching out to him.
Footfalls as soft as a felineās, Jadeās gloved fingers press against the silver doorknob of a particularly elaborately decorated door. Rapping against the wood briskly, before gently easing the door open. Culinary rattle ever so slightly, shaking in the metal tray cradled into his chest. Clutching it tightly, Jade made his way into your room as silently as he could.
This was one of his duties, waking his beloved master and readying them for the day ahead. Oddly enough, he was specified for this duty in particular. No one else was allowed to wake the sleeping master of the house. Well, no one but him.
Chuckling softly, Jade set down the tray on your desk, carefully arranging everything once more. Skilled fingers darting in behind pieces of silverware, straightening everything out for your convenience. After all, no one wants to look at a mess, especially not as the first thing in the morning.
Glancing over to your slumbering form, a faint smile danced across his lips. Youāre not the worst thing to see, first thing in the morning. Your face was relaxed, eyelids shut. Snoozing away on your pillows, in whatever pose your unconscious self found itself into the past nightā¦ it was an adorable sight, truly.
Part of Jade was rather reluctant to awaken you. You were sleeping oh-so-peacefullyā¦ it would be such a shame to wake you up. Goodness, if Jade could, heāll gladly stare at your slumbering form for all time.
Jade supposes there was some truth to the fairy tales of the youth. Especially since Sleeping Beauty has seen fit to appear right before him. Unfortunately all fairy tales have to have an end, donāt they?
Kneeling down by your side, Jade tilts his head curiously. Taking in the image of your face, calm in slumber. His heartfelt apologises, master. He isnāt a dashing prince, but heāll be the one waking you up again, today.
Gently tapping the side of your cheek, Jade cups it tenderly in his palm. Cooing your name ever so sweetly, every syllable honeyed. He repeats the process until your eyelids twitch, your body responding to his calls.
āDear Master of mine. Itās time to get up, hm?ā
Slowly, your eyes flicker open, blinking at him wearily. The moment he meets your gaze, Jadeās breath is momentarily lost. He has to take a breath, before composing himself perfectly once more. Goodness, how enchanting must you be? This isnāt good for Jadeās old, poor heart.
Seeing you awake, Jade attempts to redraw, taking his hand with him. Unfortunately, you donāt seem to have any intention of allowing him to leave. Seizing his hand in yours, your fingers slip right through his. Pressing his palm against yours, locking both of your hands in an embrace much like a loverās.
āNo.ā
Jade blinks, surprised.
āWhat do you mean by that, master?ā
You grunt, gaze still blurry from your slumber. You tug Jadeās hand under the blankets, clutching on tightly.
āFive more minutes.ā
Jade tugs at his hand somewhat half-heartedly, a placid smile stuck on his lips.
āVery well. Shall I prepare your breakfast in the meantime?ā
Your face peeks over the covers, the snow white sheets doing little to cover the rose-red blush spreading across your cheeks.
āNo, I order you to stay right here.ā
Chuckling softly, Jade resumes his position beside you, a cloy smirk dancing across his lips. Squeezing your hand playfully, Jade leans just a bit closer to you, a sultry purr slipping out of his lips.
āHm? You order me to stay here? Forgive me, master. I donāt really see the practicality of this order of yoursā¦ā
You huff, the scarlet on your cheeks growing brighter then ever before.
āIā¦ I want you here, Jade. Please? Stay with me.ā
Goodness, why must you be so charmingly adorable? Keep looking at him with that loving gaze, and Jade might just finally find himself drowning in something for once. Drowning in his affections for you.
Reaching out to you with his free hand, Jade taps you on the nose lightly. Laughing as you scrunch it up in response, before he combs back your hair, stroking it gently.
āYouāre rather needy, are you not, Master? However, I canāt say I dislike this part of you. You donāt have to worry about a thing. I, Jade Leech, will stay right by your side for as long as you desire.
Isnāt that right, my beloved master?ā
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For requests, Iād like to ask for a bird beastman Reader who decides to gift Rook with one of their feathers to replace the one on his hat.
Gift
Rook x bird beastman reader
The branch creaks under your weight.
Sinking into a squat, your wings flutter frantically. Trying to calibrate your balance, metres above the ground. Your talons gleamed in the sunās rays, digging into the jagged grooves of the branch.
Tucking your wings against your back , you heave a sigh of relief. Before turning to your side, at the male beside you. A blonde bob cut tucked under a wide-brimmed hat, every strand swaying ever so slightly with the breeze.
Almost like a curtain of woven gold, rippling with the wind.
Leaning towards him, you slot your face right next to his, cheeks brushing against each other. Rookās body tensed at the contact, eyes flickering towards you. Before he closes his eyes, chuckling softly. Tilting his head to the side, he presses his cheek against yours, the softness of it melting into your skin.
āAh, mon petit oiseau. Where have the winds of this world brought you to, today?ā
You shrug, shoulders flowing in one fluid motion.
āTo you, apparently.ā
Grinning, he whips off his hat with a flourish, the gust from it caressing your face like a loverās touch. He salutes with it, before clutching it to his chest, dipping his upper torso in a slight bow.
āAh, I must thank the winds for my blessings today then, chĆ©ri!ā
Stifling a laugh, your fingers stretch outwards. Reaching for the hat he held oh so tightly over his heart. You glance upwards, staring at his emerald eyes. Silently seeking permission from the owner of the hat, before you let your grubby hands all over it.
Wordlessly, Rook nods, the barest traces of a smirk dancing on his lips. Chuckling softly, Rook relaxed his grip on it, before passing you his treasured hat. Fingertips tracing the curves of the hat, you had to remark on the firmness of the fabric, the workmanship displayed by the delicate stitching.
Itās been broken a few times, if the varying colour of the strings told you anything. Scratched and torn apart by tooth and bone, stitched back together by Rookās skilful hand and deft fingers.
As you gaze upon his hat, Rook watches you with an attentive eye, chattering away light-heartedly. Oh, if youāll just allow him, lovely petit oiseau, Rook would gladly regale of you with grandiose tales of his exploits. The legendary hunts he undertook with this very hat by his side.
Rook would gladly talk until his throat went dry, if it amused you.
Your hand brushed against something soft. A feather, tucked into the ribbon tied around the hat. A feather as soft as snow, bits of fur fluttering off with the breeze.
This one featherā¦ itās definitely seen better days. Weather-worn and rugged, it looks as if it was a casualty from a childās pillow fight. Thrown around and crushed underfoot.
Noticing your hesitation, Rook strove to fill the silence. His fingers curling around that one feather, giving it a tender stroke.
āAh thatā¦ Iāve been meaning to get that feather replaced. Perhaps on my next huntā¦ā
Pursing your lips, you eased a wing forward. Combing your fingers through your plumage gently. Dragging your hands through until you felt something come loose. Closing your hand into a fist, you lift it upwards. A feather, pinched in between your fingers.
You held it out to Rook, shooting him a sheepish smile.
āYou can have mineā¦. Well, that is if you donāt mind.ā
Blinking in surprise, Rook gently reaches for your offering, his finger tips brushing against yours. As slight as the touch was, it still sent fireworks tingling across your skin. A giddy, joyful sort of feeling that left your heart palpitating.
Plucking the feather out of your hand, Rook raises it upwards. Sunlight streams through the gaps of the feather, casting its ember glow on Rookās face. He twists and turns it, appraising it much like a seasoned gem dealer, awestruck.
After much admiration, he lowers it. Bringing the feather closer to his face, pressing it lightly against his own lips. Sneaking a tender little kiss onto it, before reaching out towards you. Tapping your own feather lightly against your cheek.
āAh, to have a feather of such a bel ange Ć plumes adorn my capā¦. I am not worthy.
Iāll treasure it, truly mon chĆ©riā
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Tattoo artist Leona
Leona x reader
(This fic was written based on online information about tattoos and the tattooing process. I am no means an authority on this subject. I apologise for any inconsistencies and incorrect informationšāāļø)
You could feel the heat of Leonaās palm, oozing from his gloves. A warm, intense heat that seemed intent on slipping deep into your skin. It was a gentle, balmy feeling. Reminiscent of lying on a grassy plain, allowing the golden rays of the setting sun to wash over you. Encasing you in a soft ember halo of warmth.
It would have been relaxing, if not for the dull throbbing of the needle against your body. It stung, much like a scalded wound.
Not the most painful feeling, but not the most unpleasant either.
It was hard to concentrate on the pain, not when you could feel Leonaās breath waft against your bare skin. To hear him hem and haw, the very tips of his caramel locks of hair brush against you. He tossed it all up in a messy ponytail, but the stray ends all seem to come back to you somehow.
Gentle, cloying touches. Almost flirtatious, actually. Casting a sneaky glance towards your tattooist, you shoot him a sly wink:
āEnjoying the view, Kingscholar?ā
Raising an eyebrow, Leonaās expression remains disappointingly neutral. He holds that face long enough for you to pout, before chuckling softly.
āSure, Herbivore. Sure.ā
Leona sighs, a tinge of exasperation concealed within. A gloved hand rests on the back of your head, coaxing your face back in front firmly.
āNow hush, unless you want to be stuck here all day.ā
You chirp enthusiastically:
āWouldnāt mind if youāre the one keeping me company!ā
āCan it.ā
You laugh at his sharp reply. With only the barest wisp of a smile on those lips, Leona resumes his work. Palm flat against your skin, guiding the needle across your body. It skates across your skin with practised ease, stabbing ink into your body. Sketching out an outline, filling it in. Inking line after line, filling your body with his own handiwork.
There was something oddly personal, about that. Marking a person with his own hand, his own designs. Making your skin a canvas of his own, displaying Leonaās tattoos for the world to see. Maybe itās because it was you. Coming into his store with that smile of yours, sharing your ideas with him.
The ideation of tattoo designs goes both ways, Yāknow. The clientās idea and purpose, and the artistās execution of said idea and purpose. Leona could spend hours seated across you, listening to you ramble about an experience you wanted to remember, a story you wanted your skin to tell. No matter what you wanted to be tattooed with, the ideas you put out do show a lot of your personality. As Leona listens, heās taking notes on an tablet. Sketching out possible designs alongside hastily scribbled notes.
And of course, heās sketching you, as well. Your bright eyes when you share with him your latest idea, your gesturesā¦ maybe even a rather soft looking piece of you smiling, lined with gentle, nimble strokes. Leona would never show you those willingly, unfortunately. Perhaps youāll catch a glimpse or two when he spins the tablet around for you to preview some of his ideas.
There was something intimate about sharing conversations with you. Something romantic, even. But Leona would rather die than to admit that to you.
Youāre an odd one, herbivore.
As the needles skated across your skin, you winced. The sharp point dug into a rather sensitive patch of skin, stinging your skin like a thousand wasps. Gasping in pain, you grit your teeth, grinding back certain very colourful swears. Only to have Leona pause whatever he was doing to run a palm down your back. Stroking you with a gentleness you would have never expected him to have. Leonaās hand pressed against the curve of your spine, rubbing small, reassuring circles into your skin.
He mumbled softly, a raspy sound. However as rough as it was, you could feel it slip into your ears smoothly. Almost as if it was fine wine.
āYouāre ok. Youāre ok, herbivore.
Breathe.ā
You could feel his body warmth against your skin, bleeding into your very soul. Hell, Leona was close enough for you to feel his pulse, heartbeat beating alongside your very own. A steady tempo, calming like a childhood lullaby.
His hand stayed pressed to your back under your breathing slowed. Until the tension meltedā¦ well partially from your shoulders. Yet his touch lingered, oddly enough. Leonaās palm stayed on your back long after your heartbeat slowed back to a calmer pace.
Until your pulse beat in time with his.
Two hearts, as one.
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Hello! I saw your requests were open and got hype! May I please request butler Sebek, Ruggie, and Rook with an injured master? Can be from anything you like! Thank you and I hope your day/night is going super!
Butler Sebek, Ruggie and Rook with an injured master
Sebek x reader, Ruggie x reader, Rook x reader
Sebek
Pain shot up your leg. Your wound screamed, as if the raw skin was being set ablaze. Even the softest cloth could do little to ease your discomfort.
Every little strand of cloth seemed to jab into your skin, stinging your flesh anew.
Biting into your lower lip, you winced as Sebek pressed a cloth into your knee. Part of his butlerās uniform, ripped out hastily. He holds it over your wound, pressing into it firmly.
To stem the bleeding, most likely. His fingers were stained. A ghastly crimson, seeping into the white of his fingernails. Sweat clings onto his brow, translucent pearls sparkling in the golden sunlight.
Slowly, you reach for his face. Gently running your fingers across his forehead, wiping off the sweat to the best of your abilities. Sebek blinks sharply, before his eyes met yours.
āMaster. With all due respect, have you no self preservation?ā
He barks, frowning in disapproval. Despite his sternness , there was a wavering undertone. Worry for your well-being.
His hands move around your leg, clumsily lopping the cloth around your wound. A makeshift bandage, tied tightly around your knee. The jagged edge of the cloth was tugged into a bow. Awkwardly tied, with one loop much more bigger then the other.
It flaps weakly, patting the side of your leg. A oddly comforting sensation. Much like a hand gently stroking your skin, comforting you. Despite the pain, a small smile slides across your lips.
Cupping Sebekās cheek, you squeeze it affectionately.
āIām lucky to have you then, my knight.ā
A light pink patch spreads across his cheeks, the very tips of his ears a scarlet red. He shakes his head slowly, before his arms slide under your body. Heaving you up, cradling you close to his chest.
Close enough for you to feel every beat of his heart.
āHonestlyā¦ what would you do without me, Master?ā
Ruggie
Clicks of his tongue ring sharp and true. They echo through the air, sounds of disproval. Itās strangely reminiscent of an old village lady, tutting away at the young scamps running rampant.
Biting into your lower lips, you do your best to stifle your laugh. Ruggie stands before you, arms akimbo. He notices your little laugh, before raising an eyebrow pointedly at you.
āMaster. What have I said about the chores?ā
āLeave them to you?ā
āExactly.ā
He claps, gesturing wildly at your hands.
A shallow cut, blood slipping down your arms, dripping into the chopping board. Tiny blossoms of ghastly flowers bloom in the grains, crimson petals spreading through the wood.
He plucks the knife out of your hands, dragging you towards the sink. Flicking the tap open, you canāt help but wince as water surges through it, cleaning your wound. His fingers loosen his grip, thumb rubbing small, confronting circles into your skin.
Warm.
His touch was warm, the balmy heat of the summerās sun. You couldnāt help but relax. The tension flows out of your shoulders. Ruggie clicks his tongue again, more amused then annoyed now.
āMaster. It wouldnāt hurt to trust me a bit more, yeah?ā
Fingers deftly wrapping your finger, yanking a bandage into place. He wraps your wound up rather neatly, bandage pulled tight around your finger.
After he ties the final knot, his head dips. Pressing his lips onto the bandage, a featherlight kiss. The warmth of his lips is fleeting at best, yet it still sent butterflies fluttering deep in your gut.
Ruggie shoots you a sheepish grin, before pulling away.
āDonāt get injured anymore, ya hear me?ā
Rook
Your heels ached. The pain gnawing through your ankles, sinking its dastardly fangs into bone. Stumbling towards the closest wall, you cling onto it for dear life.
Fingers slide into both your shoes in turn. Peeling the infernal devices of torture off your feet. Sparing a glance at your ankles, you squirm at the scarlet spreading far and wide.
You shouldnāt have worn these shoes today.
Hands grip your shoulders, carefully easing you back. A sigh, before arms wrap around your body, heaving you upwards. Rook has you in his arms, emerald eyes searching your face in concern.
āAhā¦ Master. Why must you torment yourself so? There are other forms of respectable footwear that would never pain you.ā
Your arms loop around Rookās neck, clinging onto him. Rook notices, before he shifts you carefully. Adjusting your body so you curl snuggly against his chest, your shoulder pressed up to his heart.
A steady beat that flows like an lullaby, soothing your pain, even just a little. Some of the tension leaves your shoulders, and you find yourself leaning into Rook. Practically melting into him, at this point.
Briskly making his way through the hallways, Rook sets you down on a bench. You sink into its plush. Softā¦ although Rookās skin had brought you much more comfort.
A tap on your lips. Blinking rapidly, you glance up. Rookās lips slip into a small smile, before his head dips closer to your face. A light kiss, pressed into your cheek.
āI hope this helps alleviate some of the pain, My Master.ā
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Suppleness
Mystic au
Stone lion Leona x reader
There was a certain appeal to stone, a suppleness that could be replaced by no other. It almost felt alive, pressed right against the curve of your palm. There were craftsmen who would only to work with the treasure dug out of the Earth, were there not?
Skilled hands spending hours, chiseling away at hardened rock. Calloused hands wrapped around the handles of hammers and chisels, digging them deep into that grey surface. Chipping off bit by bit, knocking away at those great grand monuments of natureās will.
Until the soul trapped within could finally break free.
You never really took the time to appreciate those structures. Well, until you had the chance to get up and personal with one. Leona always seemed rather fond of that one sunny point in your room.
Leaning against the wall, eyelids yanked shut. His chest rose and fell with the steady beat of his heard, thumping through his chest. Itās hard to see if he truly was asleep, or it was just another act he threw up in front of you.
Leona wasā¦ layered. Like the crust of the Earth, each one much more deeper then the last. Piles of history buried under dirt and grime of time long lost, shielding him from whoever dares approach. Leona seems to protects himself with his aloof manner, lazing around like some great big cat.
Yet for all his snoozing, his ears are still upright, twitching away at every sound echoing around him. Despite all of his flippant grumbles about āleaving the god-damned guardian life behindā, he was still protecting you, to this very day.
Such devotion required aā¦ reward, no?
Squatting down, you stare at your familiar from across the room. Slowly shuffling towards him with tensed shoulders, stifling your laugh as you inch closer.
How have the tables turned. The hunter being huntedā¦ in a sense.
If Leona noticed you, he didnāt let on. Still that same great old statue of rock, frozen stock-still. You shift a little bit closer, closer enough for you to see every bit of his face. From the curve of his lips, to that thread-thin scar running through his eyelid. Like a crack, in an otherwise flawless sculpture.
You didnāt mind it so much. It gave him a certain character. Honestly? Itās more impressive he has that scar. It meant he survived.
Thatās much more important than any victory, is it not?
Slowly, you stretch your hand out. Hand hovering over his scar, not quite reaching his skin. You wait there in silence, for any sign of discomfort from Leona.
He shifts ever so slightly in his sleep, eyes still yanked shut, shoulders dipping into your direction. Pressing his face into your fingertips grudgingly, an odd rumbling clawing its way out of his throat.
Well, that certainly wasnāt an objection. Gently, you trace the jagged edges of his wound, before gingerly cupping his cheeks within your hands. His skin was surprisingly supple, a far cry from the stiffness of rock. It wasā¦ pleasant, really. You could feel his warmth bleed into your skin, a soft embrace.
You two sat right there, under the golden glow of the sunās halo. Basking in the warmth of each other. Bit by bit, you could feel your eyelids grow heavy, head dipping with every passing second.
The rustle of cloth startled you out of your daze. A weight pressed itself into your hips, a pair of arms wrapping themselves around you. Blinking in surprise, you glance back at Leonaās face.
Only to meet a pair of half-lidded emerald eyes, twinkling with mischief. A dastardly smirk plays on his lips, the very corners twitching upwards. He pulls you closer, close enough for your chest to be pressed up against his. Close enough for you to feel his heartbeat through his skin, a steady tempo.
Lowering his head, Leona nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder, his breath tickling the base of your neck. You could feel his fangs graze over your bare skin, razor sharp blades glide right over you. Yet you couldnāt feel even the very slightest hint of aggression from him.
āHey, Leona?ā
You mutter.
All you get as a response was a grunt, yet you know Leona a little too well to get offended. You know heās listening, emerald eyes fixated on you attentively.
āYouāre surprisingly soft.ā
That earned a chuckle out of him, chest shaking from laughter. You could feel the way it trembled against your own, shuddering from that laugh. He tugs you closer, head bumping against yours gingerly.
āIām soft, huh? Thatās some audacity, Master. To use a lion as yaā personal pillow.ā
He laughs again, a rich sound, with a certain roughness around the edges. A hearty husky sort of chuckle that just melted in your ears in the most delightful way. Leona buries his head in the curve of your shoulder and the base of your neck, yet you could still feel his smile press into your skin, stretching wide.
āAināt like Iām complaining though.ā
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Can I request butler! Octavinelle and falling into a water fountain with their master?
Falling
Butler Octavinelle x reader
Azul:
There was a fountain. A lucky one, coins gleaming within its depths.
An old, precious one. Swirling designs of the sea, craved into marble. The passage of time had its effect, turning what was once a pearly white into a smooth cream, tinged a pale yellow. It gargled sometimes, coming to a stop briefly, before it bursts alive, water spilling out of its pipes.
It was designed after a fashion. An old relic, not old enough to be considered an antique, yet not young enough to be in style.
You love it.
Your toes skim over the dull blades of grass, soft to the touch. Pages flutter with the wind, fluttering like the wings of a scared dove. Gently pressing onto the pages, you coax the book back to the bookmarked chapter.
A rustle, before a glint of silver twinkled. Horn-rimmed glasses, pressed upwards with a gloved hand. Curls of grey slipped downwards, framing his face perfectly. Eyes of grey peer over his glasses, looking at you quizzically.
āAn entire lavish mansion at your disposalā¦ and yet I find you here, Master.ā
A laugh, before you close the book, beaming up at the man.
āWhat can I say? I like this spot, Azul.ā
He only shakes his head, a tired sigh slipping out of his lips. Raising your hand up, you beckon him closer. Azul obliges, carefully making his way towards you. Brushing off the edge of the fountain, he takes a seat, folding his legs over each other. An elegant posture, back straight as a ruler.
Still as uptight as ever. Azul works like a madman, never a wrinkle in his uniform. Hands moving like a well-oiled machine, scribbling figure after figure. Heās rather efficient, for a butler.
If only he knew when to stop. Even now, his fingers twitch, holding a ghostly pen. Reaching over to his hand, you slip your fingers into his. Palm to palm, holding him gently. Tapping on the back of his hand, you give him a sheepish smile.
āRelax, Azul.ā
A faint pink blush spread on his face, ears burning a bright red. Specks of water dripped onto his skin, little spots of black and purple peeking out. Raising your hand upwards, you gently stroking his cheek. Fingers trailing over his skin, tracing over each and every one of those dark spots.
He catches on rather quick, blinking rapidly. Azul raises his gloves, he tries to cover his face to the best of his abilities.
āPleaseā¦ please donāt look, Master.ā
Scooting a little closer, you lean towards Azul. Slowly, you pry his fingers off his face. Heās a little more stubborn then usual, muffled groans of protest at your touch. He shuffles back every second,trying to move out of your reach.
He leans back a little too far as you slip a little too close for Azulās nerves. Gravity takes hold, dragging both of you downwards.
Arms slip around your waist, cradling you close to his chest. He holds you securely, glasses knocked askew. Azul fumbles to his feet, trying to regain some form of footing. Tentacles spread from his legs, snaking across your ankles. An odd sensation, yet not an unpleasant one.
The fact that heās a merman wasnāt something unknown to you. Yet he was surprisingly adamant about not showing you any part of his Merform. All youāve managed to get out of him was that it was āunsightly.ā
Yet the way the water trickled on his skin, clinging onto his face like jewels. That ebony shade of skin, smooth to the touch. The gradients of purple on his tentacles.
He wasnāt unsightly. Not in the least.
Azulās eyes search your expression, concern apparent in his gaze.
āAre you alright, Master? Iā¦ā
Cupping his face with your palm, you leave a little peck on his lips. A fleeting sort of kiss, rather impulse-driven. Under the misty spray of the fountain, illuminated by the golden glow of the setting sunā¦
He looked rather sweet.
āIām fine.ā
Your fingers pinch the side of his spectacles, pulling them downwards. You place them back on his nose, a sheepish grin on your lips.
Azul manages a laugh, before his arms rest on your back. His grip tightens a little, a clumsy embrace.
āYou know, Iād would have preferred our first kiss to be somewhere moreā¦ elegant.ā
A small smile plays on his lips. Fingers slowly slipping under your chin, he tilts it upwards.
āBut this is fine, too.ā
His lips press into yours, melting together like pieces of a puzzle. There was none of that hot, passionate love that people swooned for. Water pelted both of your skin, shining like pearls in the deep sea. Both of your arms wrapped around each other, locked in an embrace.
A loverās embrace, in the waters of a fountain.
What could you say?
Itās a rather lucky place.
Jade:
You have to be prepared for anything. Jade has drilled that into you, at this point.
A leather hilt wrapped within your fingers, jumping into your palm with every thrust. A silver sword, blade as thin as a needle. A fencerās weapon. Light as a feather, it felt like nothing in your hands.
Your feet danced over the edge of a fountain. Jadeās idea. Balance was an important part of battle, and he decided the best way to train that into you was duelling.
Experience was always a good teacher.
Your legs trembled. The marble was smooth, slippery. One wrong move, and you would tumble, falling into itās depths. The water wasnāt much a reassurance, not with it being as shallow as it was. The steely glint of coins also acted as a deterrent. Falling within would definitely leave you with some rather unsightly scars.
You raise an eyebrow, before returning to a fighting stance. The ghost of a smile played on Jadeās lips. It was the very first stance he taught you, all alone in the ballrooms of your mansion. Standing behind you, he traced his fingers into yours, gently nudging you into position.
It was rather hard to concentrate, not with his face that close to yours. Each and every one of his touch burnt a bright red against your skin, heart thumping wildly in your chest.
Venturing forward, you jab at your opponent. Jade chuckles, before dodging swiftly. He stood there in a loose dress shirt, having opted to remove his blazer in the summery heat. Heās been skilfully avoiding all your blows, dancing like a lone leaf in the breeze.
āA little quicker, Master. Sharper, just like this.ā
He moved quickly. Before you could even take a breath, his sword was already thrusted forward. The tip of his blade poked your chest, right over where your heart would be. It bent in an arc, before straightening out with a crack.
A rather startling one.
That sound had you stumbling back, eyes wide with shock. Your heel slips off the very edge, and back your body fell. Closing your eyes, all you could do was brace for the impact.
Yet it never came. Youāve certainly fallen into the fountain, water splattering on your clothes. Droplets cling onto your skin, sparkling like gems. However, your back didnāt smash against marble, strangely enough.
An arm snakes across the small of your back, holding you rather securely. Your eyes meet Jadeās mismatched ones, narrowed worriedly. He slowly eases himself into the water, carefully hoisting you up. His skin ripples with contact with the fountain, scales the shades of teal shimmering in the light.
Fingers grazing his arm, you trace over the scales. A fascinating sensation, smooth and surprisingly gentle. Well, whatever passed for gentle for this slimy eel.
Webbed fingers close around your wrist. Cold, ice cold. A ghost of a smirk dances on his lips, before he pulls you closer. Gently tugging your arm, he places your hand on his chest. His heartbeat thumps under your palm, a smoothing beat. Despite yourself, you could feel your lips slipping up into a smile.
āWell, guess Iāve fallen quite hard for you, Jade.ā
You laugh, patting his arm appreciatively.
Jade only chuckles, before his hands find your chin. Holding it gently, he leans in.
A whisper, soft as the seaside breeze.
āGuess Iāve just have to catch you then, Master.ā
Before his lips meet yours. A soft kiss, yet there was a certain hunger behind it. He pushes and pushes. All you could do was to accept it.
Do fall in his embrace as many times as youāll like, Master.
Heāll catch you anytime.
Floyd:
Itās a fountain. Essentially, its only function was to spray water in graceful arcs.
How hard would it be to fix?
Rolling up your sleeves, you stand in front of the device, arms akimbo. Hoisting a leg into the pool, you wince at the cold water, lapping at your ankles. Wrenches tucked into your belt, you squat in the pool. Clinging onto the basin, trying your best not to slip.
Coins clink with your every step, biting into the soles of your feet. Despite years resting in the depths of the fountain, they still have an oddly appealing shine to them. You stretch downwards, picking up a particularly shiny one.
A penny, a smooth bronze that twinkled under the sunlight. Rubbing it affectionately with your thumb, you drop it back in. All these coins represent the wishes of all those who came before you. Rather a large amount of dreams lay in this fountain, no?
All the more you should fix it. Fingers wrapped around the rim of the basin, you peer within. A tube, trembling like a sickly rabbit. Yet no water was flowing through its nozzle. Pushing yourself up on your toes, you start your administrations.
A sudden weight dropped onto your shoulders, a pleasant jingle accompanying it. You whip around, only to come face to face with mismatched eyes of carmel and gold. Floyd Leech, diamond earring brushing against each other, singing like wind chimes. His chin rests on your shoulder, as he stares into the basin.
āItās clogged.ā
Grabbing the nozzle, he slides a screwdriver out of your belt. He dips it in, scooping out whatever gunk he could reach. All you could was watch, wrench suddenly feeling a lot more heavier in your hand.
Floyd nuzzles against your chin, before prying the wrench from your hands. Passing you the screwdriver, he guides you towards the nozzle. You give him an appreciative smile, before digging out the gunk the best you can. He twists it slightly, giving you easier access towards it.
When it finally rumbled to life, you realises two things.
Fountains normally had water.
Floyd has the nozzle directed straight at your face.
A shout of protest died at the tip of your tongue when a torrent of water rushed out, soaking you head to toe. You try to flee, only to find Floydās arms tightly wrapped around your torso. Yelps of surprise mix with his husky laughter, as you two tumble into the fountainās waters.
Splashing up a storm, back pressed against Floydās chest. He gives you an affectionate squeeze, scales rippling against your skin.
Something cold pressed itself against the nape of your neck. Floydās lips, kisses full of unbridled passion. Every single touch of his has you melting into his embrace, leaning into him.
A little nibble has you yelping. Floyd gnaws at the base of your neck, leaving a scarlet mark.
āAw, youāre adorable, Master.ā
His face finds the crook of your neck, burying himself within.
āHey. Letās stay like this for awhile, yeah?ā
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Guardian Angel Rook
Rook x reader
You run into Rook a lot.
At this point, youāre very accustomed to seeing that head of blond moving towards you in a crowd. He perks up whenever he catches sight of you, rushing over instantly. Almost like a faithful pet, making a beeline back to their master.
He beams at you, a bright little smile playing on his lips. Itās hard not to smile back, at a face so joyous. Rook instantly has a hand slipping into yours, fumbling at whatever bags youāre carrying.
Now, heāll never dream of burdening you with all of that!
Even if you protest, Rook just laughs it off, gently prising your fingers loose. Heāll settle for nothing less but half of your bags. Honestly, heāll happily carry them all for you.
Allow him to share in some of the joys of labour, amour.
It isnāt fair for you to shoulder it all alone, is it?
Anyways, it does give him an excuse to travel alongside you, so do humour him, darling.
Well, it isnāt if Rook is bad company. He always had an interesting quip for any topic under the sun. There doesnāt seem to be anything he couldnāt talk about, actually.
He does seem to enjoy talking about stories the most, no matter what the medium. Movies, plays, books, Rook would gladly spend hours discussing intricate plot lines and lively characters with you.
In fact, he often suggests both of you pop into book cafes to have a hot drink and a break. Heavens know youāve been working yourself to the bone, darling. A short break might do some good to those weary bones of yours, donāt you agree?
You two do end up spending more time then expected inside those cafes. But could you really blame Rook for that? You simply look enchanting, eyes sparkling whenever you talk about something you simply love. A lot of the conversation is rather animated, laughter bursting out gleefully at random intervals.
Whenever you step out of the cafes with a new spring to your step, Rookās relieved. He does know how hard you are on yourself. He knows you a little better then you think, actually.
Heās been watching all this while from the clouds. Rook would be your knight inā¦ feathered armour, perhaps. Well, he was only supposed to be watching. Unfortunately for Rook, your smile proved to be rather captivating. With every move you made, Rook found it harder and harder to keep himself distanced from such beauty.
Incarus has his sun.
Rook had you.
He might find himself falling a little harder then he expected, but thatās quite alright.
After all, youāll be there to catch him, no?
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