i really like how canonically yuu is genuinely supportive of grim wanting to be a great mage. if i recall correctly, even character voice lines point this out. and it seems like yuu dotes on grim a lot and defends him too??? yuu even encourages grim's ambitions whenever he declares wanting to be a great mage. and also when he does that boss-henchhuman dynamic. i mean yeah you can interpret it as yuu saying that being condescending and sarcastic as if they're talking to a child saying "when i grow up i want to be famous!" but like. i really think they're genuine when mc loves grim in their own way.
even if grim is usually a menace, he's become like family to yuu.
and i'm pretty sure grim feels the same way.
think about it this way. despite all the mess, all the unpredictability, the danger, and all the drama being in nrc. what's always the constant? yuu goes home at the end of the day to the ramshackle dorm (basically their home at this point considering they slowly but surely fix it up over time) and with who? “the great mage” grim. as the sole outcasts in that academy, they both sleep soundly knowing they will always have each other at the end of the day.
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hi dove!!! i love your new event, the vibe is so fun and relaxing (つ≧▽≦)つ could i request floyd with no.8? for backups maybe leona with no.9 or jamil with no.2? thanks!! as always don't overwork yourself ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
side note: pls no angst the pain from last time is still here( ;∀;)
Fairytale Scene; Leona Kingscholar
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, some really soft Leona
Word Count; 650+
Author's Note; Had to use your first backup, as Floyd got snatched up, but I hope you enjoy this fluffy scene and soft lion! [Damn, those eels go fast]
As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
An old vinyl was playing slowly on the record player, a slow jazz ensemble letting out low notes. It was pleasant, the calm music mixing with the gentle crashing of the waves coming onto shore, and the filtered sunlight coming through the linen curtains and warming up your skin. There was no rushing, no tasks that needed to be urgently done, and no one to boss you around. You could definitely get used to this.
“You’re looking right at home there,” a soft chuckle broke you from your relaxed spell. Leona was standing in front of you, giving you a curious look. “Like a house cat sunbathing.”
You rolled your eyes, “Fitting coming from you.” You stretched out, and rolled off of the chaise you were lounging on.
Leona sighed in mock annoyance, but he could get used to seeing you without the weight of all your responsibilities resting on your shoulders. You looked — and by all the lounging you had been doing since you had both arrived — and felt lighter as well. And in the golden sunlight? Leona swore that you were glowing.
You lazily walked over to him, placing your arms around his neck. “Is something bothering you?”
Bothering me? “No, nothing at the moment,” he said quietly. What was there to be bothered by? The two of you were together, and there was no one around to annoy the both of you. “And you?”
You hummed along to the song playing, “Nope!~” You let out a breathy chuckle and started to gently sway back and forth to the music. “Would you care to join me for this dance… your majesty?~”
Leona groaned at the nickname; you only brought it out when you were feeling teasing. He didn’t mind though, since it didn’t hold the weight it did at the palace, or the mocking tone that others sometimes used. You just were being a teasing menace and a cute one at that.
Letting out a showy sigh he adjusted your hands so that he was holding one and the other was placed on his waist. “I suppose I can spare one for you,” he said lowly, voice barely above a grumble.
The two of you swayed gently together to the soft music, gentle swaying, and long, slow, looping circles around the room. You were still humming the non-existent lyrics to the song, and Leona hummed softly from time to time as well, adding to the melody. Never did he think that he would end up in such a scene; dancing with someone he loved so dearly in something that he could only explain as a fairytale scene. It was soft, domestic, tender, and filled with such innocent love. All things that Leona had convinced himself that he didn’t want. But then you came into his life. You threw a wrench into his life, but what a lovely wrench it turned out to be.
The song came to an end far too soon, and the two of you came to a slow standstill, still in each other’s loose embrace. Neither of you made a move to let go, instead you both just stood there, hand in hand, your hand on his waist, and his on yours.
“You make for a good dance partner,” you chuckle.
Leona raised a brow, “And are you surprised by that?”
You bring his hand to your lips, placing a kiss on the inside of his wrist while looking at him through your lashes. “No, it’s just endearing is all.”
Leona had received kisses from you before, both soft and passionate, but this one actually made his heart flutter. He didn’t know how to feel about it, but he did know that the way you looked at him just then… he wanted you to look at him with such adoration again and again and again. It was addictive.
He brought your hand to his lips, and returned the kiss, letting it linger so he could feel your steady pulse. Perhaps the two of you should come out here more often if this was what happened… Leona could spend the rest of his life with you in this picturesque moment.
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For the flash requests, maybe sfw 10 with raphael? He'd be adorable drunk I know it
Agreed! I got a little suggestive with this one, but given the prompt and that it's still SFW, I hope you don't mind anon.
1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW
(Raphael x gn!MC)
Prompt 10 – Drunk/Tipsy
“It sure was nice of Diavolo to give you this. . . entire case of Demonus, but why did you call? You said it was urgent.” You looked around Raphael’s room. Among his mess of sewing supplies, books, documents, and about a dozen spears, was a large case of a dozen bottles of premium Demonus. Raphael had already gone through two bottles by himself.
“It is urgent. I urgently needed to see you. You can’t expect me to enjoy Demonus this good alone, right?” Raphael flashed one of those handsome grins he kept hidden for special psychological warfare and manipulation, and you knew you were done for.
“I would have taken time to dress better if you had just told me that you wanted a drinking buddy.” You rolled your eyes and plopped down next to Raphael, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
“No need. You already look good – good enough to tempt an angel.” He smiled and handed you a glass. He filled your glass half-way with an eerily steady hand. “Hey, MC, have you ever slept with a seraphim?”
“Excuse me?” You were shocked by his bluntness – which said a lot as far as Raphael was concerned.
“Ahaha, just kidding,” he teased, leaning towards you until his shoulder bumped into yours. “Now drink your Demonus. You have to catch up.”
“You do know Demonus doesn’t work on humans, right?”
“Really? Oh no,” Raphael pouted and dropped his head, staring intensely at the glass in his hands. When he popped his head back up, a smile was plastered on his face. “Well, what do you say you get drunk on me instead?”
Raphael crawled over you and straddled your hips. He took a sip of his Demonus, holding it in his mouth, before he dipped down and kissed you. He prodded at your lips with the tip of his tongue until you opened your mouth for him. With that, he pushed some of the Demonus into you, teasing you with his tongue and waiting until you swallowed before he pulled away with a boyish chuckle.
“How was that?” Raphael stared down at you, clearly delighted with his playful antics.
“No one warned me you were a flirty drunk.” You wiped your lips.
“Hey, don’t wipe my kiss off,” Raphael complained and placed another kiss on your lips – this one far more chaste than the previous. Yet, when he pulled back, he had the same content look on his face. “And, of course, they didn’t warn you. Y’know why?”
“Because only Michael and Lucifer can match your tolerance?” you guessed.
“No.” Raphael shook his head, paused, and then tilted it to the side like a confused puppy. “Or yes? But no. The real reason is a secret. A big one. Not even Michael knows it. Wanna know?”
“Are you sure you should be telling me your drunken secrets?” you asked, almost pitying him in his current state.
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes. I wanna tell you most of all.” Raphael leaned down to whisper in your ear. “It’s ‘cause I’ve never felt this way before. You’re the first.”
“Aw, really?” You couldn’t hold back your surprised smile.
“Mhm. I like you so, so much.” Raphael nuzzled into your neck and wrapped his arms around you. He lowered himself until he was comfortably sitting on your lap. With an unusual affection in his voice, he whispered against your skin, “I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone ‘til I met you, and now I wanna kiss you all the time. I wanna kiss you. I wanna. . . I wanna. . .”
Raphael’s words trailed off and gave way to gentle breathing. He had fallen asleep in your lap, clinging to your neck, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He was going to be mortified when he woke up, but for now you wanted to cherish this. You held him and pet his fluffy hair until you were ready to get him in his bed.
A/N: requests are still open for a few more minutes if anyone else wants to enter. (rules here) I won't get to all of the SFW requests today, but I may be able to finish them up tomorrow or the day after.
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