❀ ❝ 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 ❞
━ post-ob! malleus draconia x gn! reader
━ after the events during lilia's farewell party, you found yourself concerned over your lover's wellbeing and decided to pay him a visit for comfort. (f/n means first name)
requested by: @starlitsky3600
request type: scenario / one shot
requester’s message: For the requests can I request some post ob mal comfort with reader? Maybe helping him treat his wounds?
florist’s note: i have no idea if I wrote this well or if this was what you requested, but here you go! thank you for the mallie request <3
this work contains spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia’s arc.
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the events that took place during lilia’s farewell party never left the minds of every other student in the academy – you included. late at night, you find yourself wondering if there was anything you could have done to ease the loneliness that malleus felt. Yet, you also felt relieved that you were there to assist idia and the others in gaining back malleus’ senses and snapping out of his overblot phase.
he was your friend, sure. you can call him that. it was hard to deny that there was something unspoken between you two – the nights you spent talking to him and taking strolls in the garden, the days you’d go out of your way to invite him for lunch or breakfast at the cafeteria, and afternoons where you’d exchange letters talking about your day as if you had never seen each other hours prior.
a friend – is that what you’d call him? he knew you like the back of his hand, and yet you wished you could say the same. you knew his intimate details, home life, and secret desires that he never shared with anyone else, yet you feel as if there is still so much left to know about him.
and the day of the farewell party confirmed it.
now that the events had passed, you could not help but want to see him. it was late, and you were sure he was taking a rest, but you could not ease the thoughts of wanting to be with him after the events took place.
what is he doing? how is he feeling? is he alright?
those questions ran through your mind as you got out of bed and walked your way to the mirror chamber, passing through diasomnia’s mirror as you entered the dormitory and knocked on his bedroom door. it was silent for a moment until a soft ‘click’ was heard, unlocking the door as his eyes met yours in a pained and tired stare.
“…f/n?”
“…may I come in?”
without another word, he simply opened the door wide enough to allow you entry. once you two were all alone in the four walls of his chamber, you looked up at him and spoke gently, “are you alright?” your gentle tone eased him for a moment and all he could muster up in reply was a simple nod. pulling him in, you sat on his bed and wrapped your arms around him in hopes that your embrace could comfort him.
he did not say anything in response as he allowed himself to be spoiled by your affection. was he selfish for wanting you to stay? perhaps or perhaps not. he just wanted all those he loved to stay – to be happy and healthy. why was it so wrong for him to have that wish?
love drives you mad, is what he heard you say once during your bonding moments in the garden. the heart-to-heart talk you had that night opened secrets that were kept hidden for years. his struggles and your own were acknowledged by both, and he can’t help but feel as if he wanted to shield you, protect you and keep you safe and sound.
the aftermath of the incident made him think you saw him in a different light, that you wanted nothing to do with him anymore and wished to cut ties with him, and yet, here you are on his bed, arms wrapped around his taller figure as you placed gentle kisses on his forehead.
friend? no, he wasn’t just a friend. he was your lover, but no one else knew that except for his family – lilia, silver, and sebek.
sinking into your embrace, a soft sniffle could be heard from him as you frowned and hugged him tighter, “hey… let it out… if you want to cry, i’m here…” your gentle words brought a sense of comfort with a hint of sadness – enough to make him want to cry and let out the tears he was holding back.
“i had assumed you were cross with me…” muttered malleus.
“me? angry? perhaps a little, but i am not the kind to leave you on your alone when you clearly need my company…” you replied, cupping his cheeks, “you could have told me how you felt that night instead of storming off…”
“…i’m sorry,” replied malleus.
a soft sigh escaped your lips as you kissed his cheek, “you don’t have to apologise… i’m always here for you, remember that.”
“always…?”
you went quiet as he repeated your clause, avoiding his gaze for a moment as you tried not to touch upon the fact that your delicate lifespan could not compare to his. “…we talked about this, dear…” you whispered as you hugged him close.
“i know…” responded malleus, “which is why i did that in the first place…”
you did not know what to say in response, so you let out a soft sigh as you pulled away from the embrace and lifted his sleeves, eyeing his wounds as he tried to cover it. “stay still,” you reprimanded as he grunted softly and did as you say.
you then got out of bed and searched for a cotton ball and some alcohol to help clean his wounds. as soon as you got the things you needed, you sat back beside him and started patching up his wounds. he hissed softly as you dabbed the alcohol-absorbed cotton ball, “that hurts.”
“stay still or this will take longer, love,” you spoke, “you can’t heal this by yourself with your magic due to your exhausted state.”
he didn’t retort back. he knew you’d argue with him when it comes to his wellbeing and safety, so he sat there and took the stinging sensation with a hiss. once you were done, you patched up his wounds and cleaned up the area before checking on his arms.
“you really did not have to…” spoke malleus.
“nonsense. i want to make sure you sleep properly tonight with your wounds patched,” you replied, “does it hurt anywhere else?”
malleus shook his head before wrapping his arms around you, “no, the stinging sensation is no longer as unbearable as it was earlier.” you then hummed in response as you hugged him back while he continued, “…thank you.”
“of course…”
it was quiet for a while – comforting and peaceful. you held him in your arms while he hugged you close, taking comfort in your presence and embrace as he buried his face into your hair and took a whiff of your scent.
“can you please stay here… even for–” trailed malleus, but before he could complete his question, you replied.
“sure.”
‘i’ll stay here for as long as you want, my darling.’
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I love your posts! you just emit good vibes that are not super common on here and I love it. I was curious if you could do something fluffy with Sebek. Reader likes to tease him because he seems so serious and he is so mean about them being a human. It makes him all blushy. Turns out he's just a big tsuntsun and gets loudly embarrassed when reader gives him affection. Hope this is ok I just love that character dynamic and it seems so cute with him
nonnie... ya caught me thinking abt sebek dancing, so... yeah HAHAHAHAHA HE'S SO CUTE GODDD GOD GOD I WANT TO DANCE W/ HIM SOOO BADD UGHHHHHH
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y'all already in the pining stage
Shall we? (a fic of sebek x gn! reader)
There's a HUGE social event in NRC, and Crowley's been running you haggard because of it. It's a ball of sorts, you're very first one in Twisted Wonderland. The nights leading up to the day were met with exhaustion, tears, but also a lot of fun and tonight, you are more than ready to celebrate your heart out.
But you're not looking for any old celebration; oh, no. You're looking to dance with the loud and often brash Diasomnia freshman, Sebek. He's caught your attention, so it delights you so when he stopped you before a dance starts, coughing, before taking a shallow bow.
"May I have this dance, human?" Sebek extends a hand out to you, which you take with a smile.
"You may. My arms are always open for you, Seb." You press a quick kiss on his hand and have the delight of watching the man turn scarlet as he roughly takes it back, like it's been scorched (by your kiss).
"D-don't say that in public! Have you no decorum?!" Sebek whisper-yells, looking at you with wide eyes.
Not if its with you." You tease with a sly smile and a wink, which makes Sebek erupt into a boil.
"WHY, YOU-!" He is then silenced by a finger to his lips, now becoming the only thing separating the two of you kissing as you close in on his space. Your other hand makes home on his waist, gleefully watching as Sebek closes his mouth to hear your words.
"Shh. Focus, sunflower. Wouldn't want us tripping now, right~?" You take his clammy hands into yours, fixing one on your shoulder, and the other you hold.
Sebek grows scarlet, muttering under your breath about how pesky you are, but his hands doesn't stray. Instead, he lets the music play out, clutching your hands instead of pushing them away.
When it's time to twirl, you anticipate it, taking a half-step forward so to make a perfect turn. His smile lifts as he gives you a half-baked compliment, a commendable feat.
"Hmph! You can lead, I'll give you that." Warmth blooms in your chest as you take in the praise. Sebek is not one for shallow praise, so when he does, you know he means it. It makes it all the warmer for you.
"Aww, thanks~ I didn't know you were watching."
You watch as Sebek's face morph to one of confusion. "Of course I was. You are next to me!" He states in confusion, but it only leads you to smile at his confidence, retorting: "But you watched 'til you realized I was in the lead? Aww, love, that's cute."
"DON'T CALL ME L--!!" Sebek says no more, fed up, deciding to break away from your gaze and stare right ahead, engaging in a thousand-yard stare with whatever foreign entity blooms on the horizon.
(Judging from the grimace you notice on his face, then of embarrassment, you'll deduce it to be the first years.)
The song nears to a close, but Sebek... doesn't want to let you go and selfishly, through his grip, he hopes you read him. You've read him many times already, surely you can do it again.
And you do, taking an extra move that will give you two more time to spend in each other's arms, which he happily takes. It takes a lot for Sebek to realize, but he's more than aware of his feelings for you.
How dare you waltz into his life, tease him mercilessly, and now he has the consequence of falling in love with you?! Really, of all the things that could've happened!
The dance has ended, but Sebek hasn't let you go. Instead, he's been staring at you with a soft smile that you don't think he's noticed he has. It's almost like he's directing it at me, you wistfully think, restraining yourself from cupping his cheeks and kissing him right then and there.
Sebek takes you by surprise when he cups your cheeks, pausing for a bit before (as gently as he can) rubbing his finger up and down your cheek.
"...good job, human. You are a good partner to have. I should like it if we did it again."
Your cheeks burn at the word. Again. He really will be the end of you, won't he?
"Then, let's." You direct your gaze outside the ballroom. "Outdoor dancing is more of my thing, anyway. Shall we, my dear?"
Sebek can only groan as he (happily) lets you take him outside. "Oh, for the Thorn Witch's sake, must you call me so?!"
"Because it's true. You are my dear- my dear partner." You laugh merrily, hands still intertwined with Sebek. The moonlight glow makes a lovely stage for your next ensemble, and you'd be a fool to waste it. "Shall we?"
A cherry red Sebek stumbles his reply, a clumsy yet endearing answer spilling from his lips. "Let's, my... human."
ace is judging y'all and hollering 'GET A FUCKING ROOM' as you guys leave
you flip him off (lovingly)
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