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After anesthesia

✦characters: Leona, Jamil, Jade, Malleus, Azul

✦gn!reader

✦post surgery / fluff / fun /

Leona Kingscholar

Leona was not a fan of hospitals. Too loud, and filled with people who never shut up. But when it came to you, he made an exception.

When the doctor came out and said you were in recovery, still a bit loopy from the anesthesia, he was allowed in to see you first.

He was expecting you to be groggy, sleepy… maybe even a little cranky.

He was not expecting you to look up at him, eyes wide as the moon, and gasp like you just saw Kalim bank account.

“…Whoa…” you whispered in awe, blinking up at him.

Leona raised an eyebrow. “What?”

You reached up, poking his cheek with a finger. “You’re so hot. Wait! Are you my boyfriend?�� Your voice dropped into a stage whisper. “Holy crap. I scored a 10. A real one. Like, look at that jawline. And the ears. I love those stupid ears…”

Leona blinked, then smirked slowly. “Stupid ears, huh?”

“Oh my Seven, he talks!!” you mumbled dramatically. “And he sounds sexy! What the heck. Why would he date me? Is this a dream?”

He chuckled now, pulling a chair up beside the bed and resting his chin in his palm. “You done losing your mind over me, herbivore? Or should I flex for dramatic effect?”

Your eyes widened again. “Oh Seven, please do. I won’t remember this anyway, right? Gimme a peek…”

Leona snorted and leaned forward, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “Nah. I’ll let you suffer later when you remember all the embarrassing stuff you said.”

“I bet even your muscles have abs,” you murmured, dead serious.

He gave you a lopsided grin, the rare kind that didn’t carry smugness just affection.

“You’re a mess,” he said, voice lower, softer. “But you’re my mess. And yeah. I’m your boyfriend, dumbass. Even after you wake up.”

You sighed dreamily. “Lucky me…”

Leona stayed there until you fell asleep again, stroking your hair gently and muttering to himself “…Yeah. Lucky me, too.”

Jamil Viper

Jamil wasn’t visibly panicked, but inside, his nerves were twisting.

He’d made sure every detail of your surgery was vetted, that the doctor the best, and that your bed had a warmed blanket ready. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to you, not on his watch.

So when they finally let him into the recovery, he walked in calmly, mask of control in place. You were still lying in the hospital bed, IV in your arm, looking dazed but awake. He approached silently, gently brushing the back of his fingers along your temple.

“Hey,” he murmured. “You awake?”

You blinked up at him. “...Jamil?”

A warm smile softened his usually composed face. “Yeah. I’m here.”

He gently tucked a blanket around you and sat beside your bed, petting your head with slow, soothing strokes.

“You were amazing,” he added, voice as smooth as silk. “You got through it, just like I knew you would.”

There was a pause. And then…

“…Why are you so nice to me?” you whimpered suddenly, your bottom lip wobbling. “You always take care of me and fix things and remember all the small stuff. And I’m just a mess. A disaster. I don’t even know where my socks go half the time…”

Jamil blinked. “Wait! wait, are you crying?”

Your face crumpled more, tears spilling freely as you sniffled. “You’re so perfect and calm and hot and smart, and then you’re here being all gentle and rubbing my head and…and… your hands are so warm and you smell good and I love you so much it makes me wanna explode!”

You hiccupped.

“Don’t explode,” Jamil said flatly, but his ears were so red.

You sniffled again and tried to wipe your tears, only to flail a little. Jamil immediately grabbed a tissue and dabbed your cheeks himself, completely composed, though his eyes had gone soft with something unbearably tender.

“You’re drugged up,” he murmured, his voice affectionate. “But I’m glad you said all that.”

You blinked at him, dazed. “Do you think I’m gonna remember this?”

“Oh,” he smirked, leaning closer, “I plan to remind you every time.”

“…You’re mean,” you pouted.

“Mm. Only when you’re cute about it.”

He brushed his thumb over your cheek, his heart just as soft as yours, even if he’d never admit it while you were awake.

Jade Leech

The sterile white lights of the recovery room buzzed softly as Jade stepped inside, he’d been waiting for hours. His expression was as serene as alway composed, but the second he saw you stirring in bed, a flicker of worry passed through his eyes.

You blinked hazily, groggy from the anesthesia, your face twisted in sleepy confusion. As Jade stepped closer, gently placing a hand on your shoulder, your brows furrowed.

“Mmnh…” you mumbled, trying to focus. Then you caught sight of him and immediately stiffened.

“H-Hey!” you cried, sluggishly trying to push his hand off you. “Don’t touch me!”

Jade froze, tilting his head ever so slightly. “My, what’s this reaction?”

“I have a boyfriend!” you slurred, brows scrunching adorably. “He’s tall and mysterious and handsome and… and…kinda creepy but in a hot way! He’ll feed you to the sharks if you mess with me!”

There was a long pause.

Jade blinked once. Then he smiled amused “My dear… I am your boyfriend.”

You stopped moving. “…Wha—?”

“It’s me,” he said gently, brushing your hair away from your face. “Jade. The boyfriend you just described rather accurately, I must say.”

You stared at him, eyes wide. A beat passed. Then another.

And then your jaw dropped.

“…Oh my Seven,” you whispered in awe, pupils dilating. “You’re hot.”

Jade let out a soft chuckle, eyes crinkling.

“You didn’t recognize me a moment ago,” he teased, amused at your starry eyed look. “Should I take offense?”

You reached out to touch his face clumsily, cupping his cheek with both hands. “Nooo… you’re just too pretty. Like an aquarium prince. You’re so… sharp…”

He laughed under his breath, letting you poke his cheeks and admire his jawline while your foggy brain caught up.

“I’m so lucky,” you mumbled, lips pouting.

“No,” Jade murmured with an affectionate smirk, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I’m the lucky one.”

Malleus Draconia

The soft rustle of Malleus’s clothes echoed as he stepped into the recovery room, his eyes scanning your unconscious form with quiet intensity. He had waited through the entire procedure, hands folded, patiently sitting with Sebek pacing beside him and Lilia humming something. Now, with the doctors gone and the room still, he finally approached your bedside.

You stirred slowly, blinking against the harsh ceiling lights. “Nnn…?” Your head lolled toward the tall shadow standing beside you.

Your eyes went wide. “…Whoa.”

Malleus tilted his head. “You’re awake,” he said gently. “How do you feel, my love?”

You squinted, struggling to focus but all you seen was… height.

“So… tall…” you whispered like it was the greatest discovery in the world.

He blinked. “I… suppose I am?”

You reached up to touch his sleeve clumsily, hands still weak. “You’re like… impossibly tall. Are you a tree?”

Malleus’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Not quite.”

“Wait, no…” You stared harder, eyes slowly lighting up. “You look like a prince. Like one from a book. Pointy ears, dark vibes, mysterious aura… sharp jawline...”

He chuckled softly. “That’s because I am a prince.”

You froze. “...Excuse me?”

“I am the crown prince of Briar Valley,” he said matter of factly, gently brushing hair away from your face. “And your very devoted partner.”

You gaped at him in silence. Then you whispered, almost breathless, “I bagged a prince?”

“Yes,” he answered, amused by your bewildered stare. “You did.”

A slow, victorious smile stretched across your face. “I bagged a prince.”

You looked up at him proudly, pointing at yourself. “Me. I did that. A real prince! Gosh… I’m so good.”

“I suppose you are,” he said warmly.

You reached out with both arms like you were going to hug him, but instead you just poked his chest with a single finger. “This is mine,” you declared proudly. “My royal tall emo dragon boyfriend.”

Malleus laughed, a rich, deep sound he rarely let others hear. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, eyes shining.

“I’m yours,” he said gently, “in title and heart.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had been sitting stiffly in the recovery room chair for the last two hours, legs crossed, hands clasped, he anxiously waited. Jade and Floyd had offered to sit with him, but Azul insisted he do this part alone. You were his partner. His responsibility. And deep down, though he would never admit it, his greatest fear was seeing you in pain and not knowing how to help.

So when he heard the nurse say you were waking up, he was on his feet instantly, straightening his clothes, adjusting his glasses.

He entered quietly.

You blinked against the light, still woozy. When your eyes landed on Azul.

Your eyebrows knit together. “…Wait… I know you…”

Azul stepped forward, concerned. “It’s alright, my pearl. You’re just groggy from the medication. I’m—”

“You’re… that hot dorm leader,” you said. “You run the lounge… with that two really scary looking guys…”

Azul paused. “Pardon?”

You squinted, then nodded slowly. “Yeah… yeah. You’re Azul Ashengrotto. Smart. Rich. Always wears nice clothes. Business shark. Also… super handsome. Too handsome. Suspiciously handsome...”

Azul blinked hard behind his glasses. “You… don’t recognize me?”

“I do!” you said quickly, pointing at him like it just clicked. “You’re the one who always makes shady contracts.’ I saw you in the school.”

He raised an elegant brow. “Yes… and I’m also your boyfriend.”

You stared at him, stunned silent. “...What?”

“We’ve been dating for a while now. You’re always with me in the vip room. You keep stealing my glasses for fun.” he added calmly, adjusting his glasses.

You looked completely frozen. Then… tears welled up in your eyes.

Azul panicked. “Wha!? My pearl?! What’s wrong?! Is it pain? Should I get a nurse—?”

“No!” you cried, sniffling as your lip wobbled. “It’s not that! It’s just…”

You pointed at him again. “You’re my boyfriend?! You?! The hot, successful, strategic Azul Ashengrotto?! You chose me?!”

Azul flushed redder than Riddle hair. “I… well… yes!”

You sobbed harder. “Oh Great Seven, I pulled a CEO?!”

He stepped closer, gently brushing your cheek. “You’re being ridiculous…”

“You’re rich and hot and evil coded and wear cufflinks! Cufflinks!” You hiccuped. “And I’m just a sleepy gremlin with a snack drawer in my nightstand!”

Azul’s lips twitched, equal parts overwhelmed and trying not to burst out laughing. He leaned down, kissing the corner of your wet cheek.

“I love you,” he whispered, fingers brushing your temple. “Even in this state.”

You sniffled and blinked up at him, face crumpling all over again. “Oh no… you’re nice, too?!”

He finally laughed and pulled you gently into his arms.

“I’ll remind you every day if I have to,” he murmured into your hair. “You’re mine. I chose you. And I’d do it a thousand times over.”

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Actually, you ARE canonically with your beloved. I saw you in that one episode/cut scene. You know the one. You two were like two peas in a pod I remember don't worry. Don't listen to the people who say you aren't canon they just didn't pay enough attention 😒👎🏻

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F/o walks into your room (unprompted) and proceeds to kiss you 47 times

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I need my f/o to flirt with me. I need my f/o to tell me I'm cute and pretty and hot. I need their hands snaking around my waist and them grabbing at me playfully because they want me. Little kisses on my neck and loving stares because they like to look at me.

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EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS COMMISSION @cupiidzbow DID FOR ME RIGHT NOWWWW 💖💖💖

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me and my 10 self inserts with minor differences

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Happy Juneteenth to all African-American selfshippers!!!

Friendly reminder that your beloveds would always always ALWAYS fight for you! They’re proud to call themselves YOUR partner and they refuse to allow someone else to put you down or mess with your life due to their own prejudices. Hand in hand and head held high, they’ll gladly shower you in their affection and spoil you to show how much they care about you and they won’t hold back their love for anyone. They don’t care what other people think! How could they when the most important person in their world is right next to them💜💜

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Hey, turn around! Your F/O is looking at you! They really adore you, even if they don't look like it. They're losing their mind, giggling and kicking their feet (even if internally).

They cannot stop looking! They just think you look so beautiful / cute / handsome (/ whichever word you prefer) and trust me, they consider themself lucky.

Always remember - Your F/O gushes as much about you as you gush about them!

Proship / Comship / Darkship do not interact please!

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Hey, you! I just ran into your f/o, and they were planning on taking you out somewhere! I'm not sure where, but they seemed to be pretty focused on making sure everything is just right. I don't know what your relationship with them is, but it was just really sweet, so I thought I'd give you the heads up~

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wait new selfship fic idea: writing fic that someone in the fandom would write where theyre mischaracterising you and your f/o. like the woobified versions of you, the fanon versions people write when its been too long since they looked at the source material

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Your F/O loves YOU, not the watered-down, digestable version of you, not your mask whether you're aware of unaware of wearing it, they love YOU

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hot take i think men and masc presenting ppl who selfship shld be allowed to be open abt it without having to worry abt being called gooners or whatever

this obvs isnt like oppression or anything but its still weird as fuck to me how i barely see any masc selfshippers, and the people i know get told theyre “gross” for not tagging smth that brings them joy bc “the tags full of minors!!!!!” when the post in question is just answering questions for an ask game or smth

if u instantly assume a selfship is sexual just bc the persons a man then ur just as much of a perv as them ♡

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rb to cast motivation to make selfship content on prev. like to explode art/writing block with mind

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to selfshippers with scars - your f/o thinks you're gorgeous to selfshippers with stretch marks - your f/o thinks you're gorgeous to selfshippers with acne - your f/o thinks you're gorgeous to selfshippers with messy hair - your f/o thinks you're gorgeous to selfshippers with tooth gaps - your f/o thinks you're gorgeous to selfshippers with an over/underbite - your f/o thinks you're gorgeous

to any selfshippers who have features that are considered "unwanted" or "unattractive" by societal standards - your f/o thinks, and will always think that you are breathtaking.

proship dni plz! (div credit)

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Your F/O loves you no matter what. Not just when you feel good about yourself or when you’re laughing at your own jokes, but even when you’re curled up in bed, tired and overwhelmed just from being alive. They love you when you’re crying and don’t know why, when you cancel plans last minute because everything feels too loud, or when you’re quiet and don’t have the energy to talk. They love you on the days when your clothes don’t feel right and you don’t like what you see in the mirror. When your skin is acting up, when your voice shakes, when you’re too nervous to speak or too tired to smile. Even if you’ve been distant or moody or feel like you’re too much—they don’t see you as broken. They see someone real, someone who deserves love.

They love you when you’re doing well, when you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe, when you talk excitedly about something you love. But they’re also right there when you forget to eat, when your hands shake, when you’re crying at 2 AM and feel like nobody could ever understand you. They don’t just love the good parts of you, they love all of you. And they’ll stay through every hard moment, remind you how much you matter, and be right there—whether you need a hug, a quiet moment, or just someone to sit with. That’s how strong their love is. Don’t you ever forget it too!

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shout out to all my selfshippers writing angst into their selfship. sadness is sometimes good for the soul. especially if it isn't like angst angst but just the things that happened to you in your real life that get thrown at your self insert. this suffering is organic!