#lucky charm🔷

[ceruleancattail]

There’s just something so healing about having someone patiently teach you how to play a game so I’m going to scribble some Idia thoughts right here:

He takes out his tablet for this, tilting it towards the side so you have a clear view. Both of you are on Idia’s bed, feet dangling off the side. He has his hoodie thrown around your shoulders, his arm brushing against yours as he walks you through the game controls.

His speech is calm, soft even, as he guides you through how to play a certain character, how to best make use of their move-set. Idia passes the screen towards you once he’s done briefing you about the character, gently nudging your hands into the right positions on his screen.

Gently guiding you through the game, patiently explaining things over and over again until you get it. Idia pulls out character screens, going through each and every one of them. Laughing at goofy skins, and excitedly sharing his favourite. You don’t miss the way his eyes light up when he’s talking about his favourites. It’s cute.

If you lean into his shoulder, Idia’s going to stiffen up. But he soon relaxes again, even lowering his shoulder a little for you to have easier access to it. Both of you sort of… just melt together, sharing a glowing screen in between both of you.

Sharing a singular beat, hearts pulsing as one.

[merakigoya]

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aaa could i get ace, riddle, and floyd where reader keep coming up behind them and kissing their neck?,, if not that's okay!!

Smooching their Neck

Ace x reader, Riddle x reader, Floyd x reader

Ace

The first time your lips brush against the nape of his neck, Ace's cheeks are flaring up.

A bright, lively scarlet.

Almost the same shade as the ribbon fluttering on his arm, even not more vibrant. Ace’s sharp tongue seems intent on twisting itself in knot after knot. His words come out in stutters, quaking like a sole leaf caught in the passion of a storm.

Caught in the passion of your love.

See, as much as Ace likes to think himself as the most suave, romantic Casanova to ever walk this earth, he’s remarkably susceptible to sudden shows of affection. Tease him back, and he folds faster then a hand of cards.

Ace is putty in your hands, truly. Apply some loving tender affection, and he’s melting into you. Just… don’t get too carried away with the teasing, alright?

Or else, Ace just might decide to have a little fun of his own.

“Oi ! What d’ya think you’re doing ? All cutesy-like, hiding behind my back like that… How about you come over here ?

Give me a real kiss, this time.”

Riddle

Riddle’s pretty similar to a traffic light.

Everything he feels is prominently displayed on his face. His anger, dark crimson spots on both of his cheeks, eyebrows scrunched together. Happiness, with all the tension just melting away from his face, a smile gracing his lips.

Embarrassment, with the back of his neck glowing red-hot. A scarlet blush spreads over most of his skin, blooming like wildflowers. The curve of your mouth, the plush of your lips, the careful, careful way you seem to press them right against the nape of his bare neck?

It’s heavenly, truly.

Unconsciously, Riddle finds himself leaning closer to you. Meeting your touches with sighs of relief, and little chuckles, as light as a rose’s petal.

Affection takes on a whole new meaning for Riddle, if you’re the one granting it.

“ Just what do you mean by… by this ? Affection?It wasn’t the most unpleasant feeling, actually….

Could… could you give me another ?”

Floyd

Floyd’s usually the one giving the surprises.

Once you’re too used to being the perpetrator, it’s quite easy to get complacent. Comfortable enough to let your guard down. Lo and behold, Floyd left himself unguarded around your lips.

His first reaction was honestly to freeze. Sitting there, spellbound. Processing whatever you’ve just done to the nape of his neck. It tingles, long after your lips left his skin.

A prickly sort of warmth, surging into his very bones. A comforting sensation… much like a treasured knitted sweater, yanked on during cold wintery days.

It’s a nice feeling, actually.

Floyd’s heart has gone all fluttery inside, thanks to you. What are you going to do to make up for that, shrimpy? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, so they say.

It wouldn’t be fair for you to rile him up like this, and come out fully unscathed, right ? Floyd going to wrap you in his arms, and squeeze you all tight. You’re just so adorable !

“Ehh…. Just one kiss, shrimpy? How about another, hmmm?

Maybe on the lips this time?

[ceruleancattail]

How They Comfort You:

Octavinelle Edition

“ You don’t have to be alone. You still have me.”

Azul x reader, Floyd x reader, Jade x reader

Azul helps you hide.

Lifting his arm upwards, Azul would form a little space for you to bury yourself in. A little burrow in between his arm and his torso. He’ll wrap you in the warmth his blazer, holding you close to him.

He understand how things can get a little too overbearing at times. How everything’s just too much. Azul understands the feeling, having sought refuge in octopus pots once upon a time.

Sometimes, all you need is space. Some room for you to sort all your feelings out. Giving you a place to hide for a bit is the least of his abilities. Palms flat against your back, he rubs gentle circles into your skin. Warmth surging through every touch.

A reassurance.

Calm down. He’s here for you.

Floyd keeps you company.

He gets it, y’know? Sometimes, the negativity hits you so hard that you feel like you don’t wanna’ do anything. However, Floyd would rather not leave you alone, during times like this.

He’s leaning into your side, head resting on the curve of your shoulder. Fingers slipping into yours, Floyd squeezes your hand, following the rhythm of your pulse. A stable beat. Something for you to ground yourself against, something to hold on, despite all the negativity welling up in your heart.

Floyd’s thumb slides across the back of your palm, aimlessly caressing every curve of your knuckles, every inch of your skin.

He’s going to stay as long as you need him to.

Jade listens.

Taking a seat beside you, mismatched irises searching your expression. Brows knitted in concern, staring at you silently. Hand reaching for your face, gently cupping your cheek in the caress of his palm.

Emotions demand to be heard. It’ll do no good to anyone if you keep them all bottled up in your heart. Talk to him. Jade will hear you out.

His palm rests on the back of your hand, fingers slowly sliding into your own. A comforting weight on your hand. Jade sits and listens. Hanging on to your every word, poking and prodding until all the pain in your heart is spoken, the negativity spilling out of your throat.

It’ll be okay, darling. He’s right here.

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hi!! I've been a fan of your works for the longest time!! could i request an airheaded yuu who doesn't know what they're doing half the time but they can say something randomly philosophical once in a blue moon that keeps you up at night with Riddle, Ace and Deuce? gender-neutral reader please! i thought of this one while going to bed last night so apologies if it's incomprehensible skdjksdfjkfksd

thank you!

🍭anon

Omg this was so silly… thank you so much for your request, 🍭anon! I Hope you like this!!!

Riddle, Ace and Deuce with an air-headed s/o that keeps them up at night…. (With questions)

Riddle x reader, Ace x reader, Deuce x reader

Riddle

A pair of crimson eyes tend to linger on your every step , whenever you stroll by the Heartsabyul dorm. The careful, watchful eyes of your schoolmate, Riddle Rosehearts. He is no stranger to the antics you pull, no matter if they were intended or not.

Riddle finds his reaction time improving by leaps and bounds whenever he hears your surprise. Immediately rushing to your side, ready to extract you out of whatever trouble you saw fit to land yourself in this time.

Both of his hands have long mastered the art of sliding around your waist, yanking in one smooth, fluid motion. Sometimes, the momentum gets the better of both of you, and you end up tumbling straight into his arms.

Clutching onto his shoulders, you hold him tight. Standing there in each other’s embrace, you two strike the perfect image of star-crossed lovers.

Riddle can’t help the way his lips slip upwards. A smile as sweet as ruby-red strawberry tarts. Honestly, prefect. You do enjoy having him on the edge, don’t you?

He still fusses quite a bit, though. Don’t expect to escape without a lecture. However, for all the words that fall from his lips, yours seem to have the most impact.

Odd, queer questions that would have never crossed his mind. You seem to have a knack for thinking of things people wouldn’t normally. Sometimes, he finds himself up at night pondering your queries.

Always full of surprises, aren’t you, darling?

“Hey, Riddle. Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up, like, every two hours?”

“I… honestly can’t say. Perhaps it would be the peacefulness and tranquility they sleep with… no matter how brief.”

Ace

You’ll soon grow used to a weight pressing onto your shoulders. Slinging an arm around you, Ace tends to lean into you quite a bit. He tags along wherever you go, that insufferable smirk never far from his lips.

Of course, it drops as quickly as it appears whenever he has to run to wherever you’ve wandered off this time. Ace has heard of air-minded people, but this is the first time he had to deal with one. There ain’t nothing but fluff and feathers up there, huh?

For all his teasing, Ace always is there to yank you out of whatever trouble you’ve stirred up. His arm stretching out, wrapping tightly around your torso. You could feel every pulse beating through his skin as Ace pulls you close. Out of harm’s reach.

Man, have you never heard? Curiosity killed the cat. You’re so lucky he was around to help you out. So how about a kiss, for all that effort?

Speaking of effort, you’ve made Ace burn more brainpower then the entire Night Raven curriculum has in an entire year. You had a weird fondness for weird questions that keep him tossing and turning in his sleep. Do you enjoy causing him sleepless nights?

There’s really no need for the questions, then.

He’s already thinking about you all the time.

“If money doesn't grow on trees, why do banks have branches?”

“You have no idea how bad I want to kiss you right now.”

Deuce

For most of his misguided youth, Deuce was always the one charging forth, headstrong. Never stopping to think about the consequences. He would have called it courage, back then.

Now watching you leap mindlessly into mess after mess, he’s changed his mind. Deuce trails after you like a lost puppy, following your every step. His curiosity often aligns with yours, although Deuce has to admire your… bravery for just going straight in. Whenever someone catches your interest, off you go! Without a care in the world.

Sometimes, that curiosity takes you too far. Then, Deuce springs into action. Honestly, he should start timing his sprinting towards you. Deuce swears he never runs this fast on the track.

He isn’t one for niceties whenever you’re under the slightest hint of danger. Arms stretched out, he’s tackling you straight out of the hit-zone. Mid-air, Deuce’s arms snake around your torso, clutching you in an tight embrace. His own back, your shield keeping you from all harm.

Both of you end up on the floor, a panting Deuce above of you. His hands pat your face frantically, words coming out in broken, jerky stammers. You have to assure him that you’re alright before his shoulders even think about starting to relax.

He’s just happy you’re ok.

Well, Deuce would be a bit lonely at night if you got hurt. He tends to call you from his dorm for homework help, although the conversations tend to drift elsewhere most of the time. Specifically, your odd questions.

Deuce’s drawing out entire diagrams, and both of you spend hours over the phone, discussing various fantastic theories. Each one more weirder then the last.

Deuce never thought he’ll have so much fun just talking.

You’re just special, aren’t you?

“Do married people live longer than single ones or does it only seem longer?”

“Hold up, I’m opening my laptop right now-“

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requests are open, yay! if you wouldn't mind i'd like to request a cute fluffy scenario with Ace and Floyd! reader finds their s/o funny, and maybe a particular joke gets them laughing pretty hard,, i think it's so cute when there's a dynamic of one character laughing and bring themselves and the other takes time to admire the scene, maybe slipping in a comment about how it's endearing. basically reader laughing with said characters and a cute scene from it! sorry if this is hard to understand!

Hiiiii!!! Thank you sm for the request, it was so fun to write for oh my goodness…. I’m soft, so soft for merry laughter…..

Ace and Floyd with a s/o they like to make laugh

Ace x reader, Floyd x reader

Ace

Ace’s elbow seems to naturally gravitate to your side. Gently nudging you, jabbing until you finally oblige him. Leaning over your shoulder, lips just a hair away from your ear, Ace whispers.

A little snarky comment, just for your ears alone. He’s rather good with coming up with those on the fly, honestly. With his quick wit, there isn’t anything he can’t joke about. You two could be in the most boring lecture in earth, and one word from Ace would have both of you in hysterics.

Ace has a certain fondness for teasing people. He also has a fondness for your laughter. The way it rings out, a joyous sound. The way it just bursts out, your entire body shuddering from your chuckles. He could listen to it all day.

You have a smile that just spreads across your lips in the most delightful way. You beam when you’re laughing , grinning for the world to see. Your cheeks flush scarlet,brighter then the heart on his cheek. The way you lean next to him, fist pummelling his arm playfully?

It goes straight to his heart.

Ace finds himself leaning over to you more and more often. Until he long has familiarised himself with the scent of your shampoo, the way you hair felt against the curve of his cheek. Sometimes, Ace catches himself making a fool out of himself. He’ll chastise himself mentally, embarrassment tinting his cheeks a pale pink.

Yet when he hears your laugh, all of that just melts away. Hell, Ace can feel his heart melting, growing all warm and gooey the more he gazed at your trembling form.

Man, you’ve really got him whipped, huh?

Floyd

Floyd has always been honest. Maybe it’s in his nature as a predator. Go straight for the throat, and all that. Most of his nicknames are like that. Pinpointing a person’s most fundamental values, and relating that to a creature of the ocean.

Floyd’s observant. Watching the student body come and go, eyes flickering from one student to the next. He sees a lot of… situations. Not all very flattering, but it makes a good story. He sees a lot… but lately, his gaze tends to stray toward you.

Floyd’s gotten into the habit of seeking you out on campus. Arms leaning off your shoulders, his cheek squished right next to yours, Floyd purrs straight into your ear. In that playful voice of his, he’ll relate whatever amusements the Night Raven College had for the day, his own chest trembling with laughter.

He could feel your shoulders shake underneath him, your own body shaking from every burst of laughter that slipped right off your lips. The way you laugh, the gleeful sound better than any music Floyd’s ever heard.

Even after your chuckles dies down, Floyd’s fingers are raking your sides, tickling more pearls of laughter out of you. He likes to see you breathless, grinning away. Your cheeks bloom a gaudy scarlet whenever Floyd’s a little too funny. It’s a pretty shade. Red isn’t a colour he would normally find underneath the sea, but it looks great on you.

You’ll never find Floyd far from you again.

Can you blame him, shrimpy?

You’re just too adorable!

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Thinking about Bodyguard Jack…

He doesn’t speak much on the job.

Silently trailing after you, always one step behind. Almost like a puppy, albeit a big, toned one. He was certainly fit, body rippling with muscles, barely concealed under a skintight black top.

A gun was strapped to a holster around his chest, always ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice. A dagger with a leather hilt, concealed somewhere in his boot. If you bothered to pat him down, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had any more dangerous items hidden on his body.

These two seemed to be enough for him for the time being, though.

Jack always only used one weapon at a time. The gun, or the dagger. He’ll wield the chosen item with one hand, manoeuvring around the battlefield with practised ease.

What did he do with the other hand?

It was constantly on you.

Snakes around your waist, yanking you tightly against his own torso. Waist slotted against his, Jack’s warmth bleeding into your own skin. You could feel his tail brushing against your thigh, every strand of fur setting your face alight.

With every step, Jack twists his body, ensuring that he stood in the way between you and whatever came forth.

Shielding you from all harm.

You find yourself running in time with him, feet pounding against the pavement. Hands digging into his back, gripping the fabric of his clothes. Every step in time with Jack’s, in perfect sync.

Flee from danger was always his first policy. As much as he’ll rather go down fighting, Jack’s priority is you. You’ve grown used to ember irises scanning every inch of your face, calloused fingertips running down the curve of your cheeks. Checking for any harm done, any wounds on your body.

Despite all his combat prowess, Jack’s touch was gentle. Gingerly dabbing at your wounds, sealing them securely with make-shift bandages. Careful hands rub comforting circles into your back, a reassuring touch, amidst all the violence.

Your bodyguard may not talk much, but he doesn’t need words to show you just how much he cares.

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How they comfort you: Savanaclaw edition

“Please wait awhile, I’ll find a way to make you smile.”

Jack x reader, Leona x reader, Ruggie x reader

Leona stays by your side.

He isn’t one to talk much, especially during moments like this. Sitting down beside you, he’ll lean into your side, head resting on your shoulders. Carmel locks brushing against your cheek, a tender caress.

He knows better then anyone the sting of emotions. The way negativity welled up deep in your gut, bubbling like water boiled for too long. Threatening to spill, scalding anything it comes in contact with.

So he’ll give you time. Time to cool down, to process whatever you’re feeling. But he’ll be by your side, every step of the way. Sometimes, he’ll drape his tail over your thighs, swishing it from the left to the right. If only to offer you something stable to hold during your emotional turmoil.

Take your time. He’s got all day for you.

Ruggie talks.

Contrary to Leona, he runs his mouth whenever he’s uneasy. A habit from his past, talking his way out of any trouble he inevitably finds himself in. Now, his words are for you. Talking mindlessly about anything and everything under the sun, trying to coax a laugh out of those trembling lips.

To be honest, he isn’t too sure what he’s saying, at this point. However, Ruggie will tailor his words to your reactions. It doesn’t matter what he says. As long you can smile, he’ll spin whatever outrageous tale you want.

Once you seem a little calmer, he’ll reach for you tentatively. Slipping his fingers into yours, clutching your hand gently. Squeezing ever so slightly, palm against your palm.

A silent reminder: you’re not alone. He’s here.

Jack holds you.

Arms wrapped around your torso, hands rubbing comforting circles into your lower back. He holds you in a bone-crushing embrace, engulfing you in his warmth. Head buried deep in his shoulder, body curled up against his.

He hugs you, as if you’re the last thing he’ll ever hug. Clutching you so tightly, like you’ll blow away with the slightest breeze. With you literally pressed against his body, Jack can feel all of you.

Every shaky breath, wafting over his skin. Every tremble of your arms, quaking against his hold. Every heartbeat, thumping against his chest. He holds you a little tighter with every beat, as if he could squeeze all the negativity out of your very soul.

It’ll be alright. He’s here for you.

[ceruleancattail]

Little fluffy headcanon but giving a little kiss to Komainu Jack every single time you summon him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders before giving him a quick lil’ peck onto his cheek.

He’s flustered all the time, cheeks scarlet, eyes wide. Jack’s not too used to affection, especially affection from you. It takes him awhile to be able to wrap his own arms around you, and even longer for him to relax in the embrace.

Jack shakes his head and mutters about you’re so clingy… but if you look over behind him, his tail is shaking up a storm. One day, if you don’t kiss him when you summon him, Jack’s ears are drooping. His lower lip sticks out ever so slightly in a petulant pout. He’ll nudge you slowly, once or twice, purposely leaning downwards so his cheek in within your reach…

If all else fails, he’s going to give you a smooch himself. A quick little kiss, with the warmth lingering just for a brief moment on your cheek. A soft, tender action, filled with Jack’s love.

His love for you.

[ceruleancattail]

Could I request Floyd, Ace, and Jamil getting carried away like a princess or bride by their s/o for no reason other than just to mess with them?

Floyd, Ace, Jamil with an s/o who’ll carry them like a princess

Floyd x reader, Ace x reader, Jamil x reader

Floyd:

The moment your arms slipped around his waist, you could feel Floyd stiffen slightly. It made sense, really. He’s spent too long doing all the squeezing. It’s about time you returned the favour.

Fingers wrap around his waist, palms pulsing warmth into his skin. You run your hands down his waist, watching as Floyd squirms, a husky laugh ringing through the air.

He leans behind, eyes meeting yours. Mismatched beauties, both of his pupils glowing like gems in the sea’s depths. His hair dangles off his forehead, brushing against your skin. It tickles.

Chuckling, you give him an affectionate squeeze. Your touch has him bursting into pearls of laughter, before he wiggles towards you. With Floyd’s back pressed against your chest, he was able to reach for you, poking your cheeks playfully.

“Whatcha’ doing, shrimpy?”

Your lips twitch upwards, a grin. Your arms tighten around his waist. A grunt was all the warning Floyd got.

With a heave, you have the eel hovering above the ground, wrapped tightly in your arms. A yelp of surprise, before it melts away into childish laughter, Floyd clinging onto your shoulders.

You cradle him close to your chest. A fluttery heartbeat, beating into his skin. Swaying your arms from the left to the right, you swing him around. Every laugh that shook from his body brushed against your chest, tickling you.

A weight rests around your shoulders. Floyd has his arms around your neck, before he pulls himself closer.

Closer to you.

Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, Floyd’s breath wafts against your skin. Warm, much like your embrace.

Well, enjoy your fun while it lasts, Shrimpy.

Next time, he’s going to be the one sweeping you off your feet. Just you wait, Shrimpy.

Ace:

When your arms slips around his, you could feel his stomach trembling. Laughter bursting out from his lips. Ace’s fingers wrap around your wrists, before he yanks you closer.

Leaning back, his head finds your shoulder. Scarlet red hair brushes against your skin. It’s soft, almost like feather-light kisses, caressing your body.

His eyes meet yours.

“What’s up?”

Fingers lacing with each other, you intertwine them. Taking in a breath, you raise them, pulling Ace along with you.

Trashing about, his hands reach for your shoulders. Fingers gripping firmly, pressing deep into your skin. Ace clings to you for dear life, a deep crimson spreading across his cheeks.

“What’s- what’s the big idea?”

You squeeze him, an affectionate action. His body relaxes a little, melting into your touch. You could feel Ace leaning into you, his head resting on your shoulder once more.

Finger jabbing into your cheeks, Ace huffs.

“At least give me some warning before you pull a stunt like that, yeah?”

His thumb presses into your skin, pinching it lightly. Wincing, you hold your arms outwards, pushing him away from you.

“I’ll drop you, Trappola.”

Honestly? That’s not that much of a threat to him.

Ace already fell for you quite some time ago.

It’s hard to top that.

Jamil:

Jamil’s a busy man. A bodyguard, a chef, a personal aside, and on top of that, he has to handle his own student life. You hardly see him resting.

You’ve joked time and time again that if he doesn’t take a break, you’ll literally carry him to his bed.

Today, you’ll finally make good on that threat. Sneaking towards Jamil, you crash into him. Quickly wrapping your arms around him, you hold him firmly. A secure embrace, bleeding with warmth. You could feel Jamil’s arms stiffening, before his muscles loosen, relaxing under your touch.

Jamil turns around, the ends of his ebony hair brushing against your cheek.

“What is it?”

You clutch his waist tightly, before heaving. You raise him up, cradling him to your chest. Jamil blinks rapidly, eyes wide open with shock. A laugh slips from your lips, as you sway him around.

“Told you I’ll carry you if you didn’t take a break!”

His arm snakes over your shoulders, fingers gripping on them for dear life. You could feel Jamil’s heartbeat flutter, thumping into your chest. Tugging him closer, you shoot him a satisfied grin.

Jamil only sighs, before he resigns himself to his fate. A gentle peck on your check, lips pressing softly into your skin. A fleeting kiss, light as a butterfly. Yet it made you dizzy all the same. He leans into your body, warmth pulsing from his skin into yours. A comforting sensation, your arms around him.

He wouldn’t mind if you did this more often.

Carefully raising his head, Jamil’s breath wafts over your ear. A whisper, purred into your ears sultrily.

“Very well. Take me wherever you wish, love.”

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aa hello,, could i request butler Riddle, Floyd, and Ace with a reader that likes leaving little gifts in places they know the boys will check/clean?

also if possible can i be 🍮 anon,,,

Sure! Welcome to the victims!

Master who enjoys leaving little gifts for their butlers!

Butler Riddle, Floyd and Ace x reader

Riddle finds it fun. He’ll never admit it, though.

He’ll chide you, telling you not to leave your things lying around like that. You’ll have to explain to him that those little trinkets were meant for him. You come up with new ones every time.

A crimson red rose, tucked into the broom closet. A pen holder, elaborate gold thorns craved into it. A leather bounded journal, tucked under some shelves. You’ll never notice it, unless you were cleaning that exact spot.

At first, Riddle sees it as a test. You hide these little things to see if he’s actually doing his work. Do you really doubt him so? It wounds him. He goes around his work with a renewed vigour, collecting your presents like they’re badges of honour.

After some time, he finds himself looking forward to those little gifts. Sometimes, you find the time to leave little notes on them. Perhaps asking about his day, or a cheesy joke, hastily scribbled out on the paper. Those never fail to bring a smile to his face.

The image of you tucking these gifts out of sight, chuckling to yourself… it’s adorable.

Rest assured, Riddle treasures each and every one of your gifts. He’ll return the favour.

Do look forward to that, Master.

Floyd almost misses them.

Really, Master? Not everyone is a shrimp like you. Why tuck it so low on the bookshelves? He had to bend down to reach it…

He takes it as a personal challenge. Master’s wits against his. Floyd practically tears up the place looking for your little handwritten notes. A ring, dotted with little seashell fragments , wrapped carefully in purple silk. A sketchbook, crashing waves sewn into the cover. A bottle of ink, presented with a neat cerulean blue bow.

He takes all you offer gleefully. Why, Master’s shy, aren’t they? Finding such a complicated way to hand him gifts. He’ll much rather receive them from your own two hands. Floyd ribs you about the way you hide them, whining for you to come up with more interesting ways to conceal these gifts.

As much as he complains, Floyd’s honestly glad for your presents. It’s the little things that shows how much someone cares, no? The way you seem to notice his little ticks and habits. Your gifts are hidden in places no one but Floyd would check.

You really have your eyes on him, don’t you? Floyd’s touched.

Just you wait, Master. He’ll return the favour.

Ace doesn’t register that they’re gifts at first. His thought process is quite literally: “Free stuff? Cool.”

It’s not until you start leaving little notes along with those trinkets then he realises those were gifts. Why, too bashful to hand it to him? Don’t be shy now, Master. He knows he’s the best butler you could ever have~

Your gifts to him include;

A deck case, elaborate designs of red hearts curling throughout the case. It clasps shut with a golden clasp, a delicate little thing.

Little pretty hair clips. You’ve noticed his fondness of tying his hair into a little bunch on top of his head. It looks ridiculous, red hair spilling from the hair tie. Almost like a volcano erupting. It was rather fun to play with, batting at that lump of hair like a cat’s toy. The hair clips were to spare him from your wandering hands.

A ring, the image of a rose stamped into it. Ace wears that on a chain, tucked into his shirt. Sometimes, he’ll pull it out, smirking away. It glints from within his chest, shining brightly. Now, you do understand the implications of a ring, don’t you? Rather cheeky of you, keeping him all to yourself, Master.

Ace’s honestly in awe of your generosity. A strange master, aren’t you? Leaving countless gifts around for him to snatch up.

He’ll repay you one day. Well, until that day comes… keep him around, yeah?

[ceruleancattail]

I have thoughts about Agent reader and Ground Control Idia.

It’s an odd thing to say, but you know every little quirk in his voice. It’s hard not to, when he’s in your ear whenever you’re deployed. The way he clicks his tongue whenever you go the wrong way, the monotone drone as he gives you the orders from the big guy himself, even the laughter he tries to stifle whenever you complete a mission successfully… you know it all.

You could be in a room blindfolded, but if you heard one breath from Idia, you’ll still be able to find your way back to him.

He banters with you, sometimes. Little sarcastic quips into your ear whenever you veer off the perfectly charred plan he made for you, or some snide remarks on the place’s security.

More then once, he made you chuckle when you’re on site. Snide remarks about your target’s… less-then-presentable attire, and some very unflattering jokes made on their expense.

It’s horrible, trying to keep a straight face once Idia gets going.

However, it does help you relax. You could feel the tension leave your shoulders, your stance drop from battle-ready to something more normal.

As much as he jabs at you verbally, Idia does care. You can feel it, even with just his voice. The slight panicked edge it takes when the enemies are closing in. Oh, Idia has a plan, no doubt. Also, you’re more then capable of escape.

But he hates seeing you through the screen, placed in a situation where he can do nothing but talk. It feels very pointless sometimes, being so near to someone you care about, and yet feeling so far.

If you ever get hurt on any mission, be prepared for a blur of blue to rush at you once you’re back. As much as Idia would love to handle your injuries personally, you’re in safe hands with Ortho. He’s the state of the art in the medical field. Idia trusts Ortho’s careful hands.

Of course, that being said, Idia doesn’t leave your side. Not until you’re all patched up. Somewhere, somehow, you’ll find his hand slipped into yours. Fingers intertwined.

Trembling, even.

He does care. Quite a bit.

Of course, you’ll get quite the scolding after you’re up and about. Some chiding about how you love to go off script. Look, as much as Idia hates to nag, he hate seeing you hurt even more. So just… try to take care of yourself.

Value yourself, even just a bit more, ok?

Ever since you’ve partnered up with him, you learnt how to joke along with him, to send him little jabs of your own. You’ve learnt his little quirks, his old habits, and you’ve adapted to them. It’s odd talking through an screen sometimes, but as long as it makes Idia feel a little bit more comfortable around you.

Truth to be told? You have fun, talking to him. Even if it isn’t mission-related. You’ll like to think he does to. Idia does whisper into your ears, even when you’re supposedly “off-duty”. It’s a little more softer, then.

Awkward questions about how has your day been, the weather’s rather chilly today, hm? You can’t help but chuckle then. It’s cute how he tries to bait you into making idle conversation, but what the hell?

You’ll bite. It’s a refreshing change from the high-paced, tense missions you two seem to always be in. You tell yourself that you’ll indulge him, give the poor guy some company.

Who were you kidding?

You’re the one constantly coming back to him.

[ceruleancattail]

could i please request jade and riddle with a reader who owns a lot of merch of them?,, mayhaps the reader teases them by snuggling with their (many) plushie versions instead of the boys?,,

Jade and Riddle with a s/o who owns merchandise of them

Jade x reader, Riddle x reader

Riddle:

The first time he steps into your room, Riddle’s slightly overwhelmed by your collection. A burst of red. Various shades of scarlet, crimson, and vermilion greet him.

Reaching for your shelf, he runs a hand across the merchandise displayed on it. Row after row of little plushies of sorts? They’re rather well maintained as well.

Not a single speck of dust on them…

There’s a rather big plushie on your bed. The white of its uniform is strangely reminiscent of the Heartsabyul’s uniform… a wand, on top of that? The plushie stands at attention, little eyes set in a determined glare.

Riddle blinks slowly. Registering the way the plushie’s hair was sewn downwards to form a heart. Just like… his.

Carefully, he reaches for his own scarlet locks. Comparing them with the plushie’s. The exact same shade. Riddle’s cheeks glow a red hot, as his eyes widen.

Is this… are all these him?

A squeak from behind him. Your face, flushed a bright red. Trembling fingers wrap around his shoulders, as you attempted to escort Riddle out of your room.

“I… I forgot to clean up, Riddle! I..”

Despite his astonishment, Riddle chuckles softly. You’re rather adorable, all flustered like this. It’s hard to tell who’s more embarrassed, you or him.

Taking a step to your bed, he picks up the big plushie of him. Cradling it to his chest, bopping each of your cheeks in turn with its arm.

“It’s impressive, just how detailed these are.”

Riddle remarks, stroking the fabric.

“Although…”

his voice trails off. Lower lip jutting out slightly in a pout . A childish expression, really. But it doesn’t stop Riddle from cupping your face in his hands, palms gently warming your cheeks.

“It wouldn’t match up to the original, no?”

Jade

Slipping into your room, his hand sliding across the wall. Flicking the switch on, he’s immediately greeted with himself. A rather odd assortment of figurines, plushies, and badges. All bearing his image.

Curiosity leads him closer, slowly examining each and every one. My, my, there’s even some with clothes tailor made for them. Plucking one plushie up, Jade twirls the ebony strand of cloth hanging from its side.

They even included his earring, the diamonds dangling from its ear.

A deafening crash. Slamming the door open, all you could do was squirm in morbid embarrassment. Face flushing a bright scarlet, nothing but stutters slipping off your lips.

“Jade… I… this isn’t what it looks like…”

A laugh, as gentle as the sea’s breeze. Jade slides his arm around your waist, tugging you closer. He holds up the plush, wiggling it in front of you.

“Oho? Then who’s this rather handsome gentleman supposed to be?”

A smug smile plays on his lips. The way you’re blushing, the red spreading across your face. You’re a flower in bloom, truly.

“Now, darling. If you missed me that much, you could have just said so.”

Leaning in, the ghost of his breath fluttering over your lips.

“The real thing’s right here, after all.”

[ceruleancattail]

idol au rids,,,, WHAR IF WE WERE BOTH IDOL S OMG CERU I DONT EVN CAR JUST RIDS DO WHAEVES PLWAS DCURMBS

Dance

Sunrise au

Idol Riddle x Idol reader

Riddle was diligent. You’ve seen him at the studio enough times to know that.

He alway shut himself up in one of those wooden tiled dance rooms, practising his routine endlessly. Scrutinising his form over and over in the mirrors, until sweat glistened on his brow, twinkling under the light.

Almost like stars, shining in the night sky.

Rapping at the door with your knuckles, you stuck your head in. Immediately, the melody of Heartsabyul’s new track hit you in the face, the rhythm flowing through your ears. A cheery, uplifting tune with something a little stronger behind it.

Just like the blooming of a rose and its thorns. How fitting for the queen of roses himself, no?

Speaking of the queen, Riddle didn’t seem to notice your appearance. He was still twirling around, feet sliding across the ground like they were buttered. He leapt from one pose to the next, every movement perfectly in time with the music.

Leaning against the doorframe, you opted to keep silent. In the favour of watching Riddle dance, twisting and turning like the spirals of a rose’s petals. Spinning an elegant tale with the music and his body alone.

When the music finally came to a stop, so did he. Riddle looked like a work of art, frozen there in the centre of the room, his very posture radiating his pride and professionalism. Only then did his eyes finally leave the mirrors, widening as they meet yours.

Irises of scarlet, shimmering like rubies. You have him a sheepish smile, mouthing the words:

“Sorry for interrupting.”

Riddle immediately rushed over to you, cheeks tinted pink from the exertion. He reaches for the door, holding it open for you.

“My apologises,I didn’t notice you were there. Were you standing there all this time?”

Shoulders shivering with laughter, you allowed yourself to be guided in, that sheepish grin still stuck onto your lips.

“Yeah, but it didn’t feel that long, actually. Honestly? When the music stopped, I was a little disappointed.

Part of me wished that you’ll keep dancing, even just for a little longer.”

The words just slipped off your tongue, like butter into a pan. Immediately, your hands flew up to your mouth, cupping it in shock. As if you could scoop back all the things you just said, swallowing them back down. Your cheeks burnt, hell, you could feel glowing red hot.

A shaky cough was choked out from beside you, echoing through the room. Glancing upwards, you were met with Riddle’s crimson complexion. His blush bloomed across his cheeks, dying every part of his skin a rosy red. His scarlet eyes were frozen in place, eyelids blinking away. Almost like a startled deer, trying to process whatever just slipped out of your lips.

A pause of silence, before you heard a mutter. A faint voice, mumbling softly.

“I like watching you dance too.”

Leaning towards Riddle, you nudge him playfully in the arm.

“Is that the only thing you like about me, hm?”

The crimson on his cheeks grew a little brighter.

“Of course not! I… I do like you. Quite a bit..

In fact….”

Dropping to a knee, Riddle thrusts his hand forward. Offering his palm to you. The other hand was placed over his heart, as he looked at you, a gentle smile dancing across his lips. An old fashioned greeting, yet it was still rather gentlemanly.

“Could I have this dance, my beloved?”

[ceruleancattail]

Yes. It’s me again. The simp. 😊

Can i request Butler Octavinelle flirt/tease their master?? especially their master is easily flustered 👀

i swear i cant get enough of butler au-

I am a doofus who cannot clear out their inbox-

YOU CAN HIT ME ON THE HEAD. SORRY FOR THE SUPER LONG WAIT-

Flirtations

Butler Octavinelle x reader

Azul has never been a direct person. It’s simply not how he does business. He’ll slowly cast his bait, puppet strings disguised as velvet ribbons, tying themselves into neat little bows around you.

He doesn’t mind bidding his time. Not when it comes to you. After all, you deserve only the best, no?

He courts slowly, carefully.

Leaving little notes with pressed flowers around the house for you. Delicate violet petals, spread out like the feathered wings of angels. Always carefully pressed, an enchanting fragrance spilling from it.

Words written into the paper with an elegant cursive, each and every letter filled with his love. Compliments, or perhaps a simple inquiry into your day. It’s silly, but you can’t help but feel a little warm and giddy after reading those notes.

Azul has always been gentle to you. Gloved hands that have never failed to be offered to you. Helping you off carriages, holding doors open for you, guiding you through balls. Marvelling at his soft hands, the poise which he conducts himself with. The affectionate way he seems to hold you, fingers sliding into yours.

You’ve always remarked that he went above and beyond his duty as a butler.

Perhaps one day, you’ll finally see him as more then a butler.

Jade’s aware of the effect he has on you. Painfully aware, in fact. He’s been told that he’s rather attractive, at least to the eye of the general public.

But you seem to take it a little more harder then most. Goodness, you can’t even meet his eyes without that adorable shade of scarlet rampaging on your cheeks. Now, now, Master. It’ll hardly do to be distracted now.

Jade has a quiet sort of love. The soft love of waves on the shore, gently lapping at your ankles. He’ll find more and more reasons to be by your side. Slipping next to you, a sly smile playing on his lips.

Mushrooms encased in elegant glass displays, each one more stranger then the last. He’ll bring them to your desk, changing it every week. Each time, there’s a little card leaning on those displays. A sweet poem of how the mushroom’s properties relate to you. He comes up with something new every week.

Despite the absurd nature of it all, you find yourself looking forward to those little notes.

He seems ever fond of flustering you. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you work, watching you squirm. If he’s feeling rather neglected that day, expect a nibble or two.

Jade enjoys touch. Leaning into you, feeling your heartbeat flutter under his touch… Or your hands on his shoulders, the warmth from your palms bleeding into his skin…

Oh, how he loves it.

How he loves you.

Floyd has always been passionate. Although that passion was always proven itself to be rather fickle. Jumping from one thing to the next, never slowing down for anyone.

It’ll make sense that he comes at you with full force. Floyd has never been one to obey convention. Don’t expect banquets of roses, or handwritten letters of love. That’s not him.

Floyd’s impulsive nature isn’t unknown to you. He’ll run off at the most random of times, always pulling you along. It’s odd. You could take the merman out of the ocean, but the unpredictably of the ocean, the way waves crash into you, sweeping you off your feet…

You couldn’t really take that out of him.

That wild, unbridled energy of his, that toothy grin when he lifts you up on his shoulders, that breathless laugh…

You’ve learnt to love all of that.

Floyd’s rather fond of spontaneous hugs, lanky limbs thrown towards you, wrapping themselves around you. Squeezing tightly around your torso, childlike laughter ringing through the air. He’ll lift you up, effortlessly, swinging you around like a toy.

Aww, don’t be mad, Master.

Even if you were a toy, you’ll be his favourite.

[ceruleancattail]

butler sebek has my heartuaFW?FW\O>@?

His cheeks flush a bright scarlet red. Straightening his back, Sebek gives you a military salute. His eyes are yanked shut in a desperate attempt to keep a straight face.

“I- I am truly honoured, Master!”

Dropping to a knee, he raises a gloved hand. A gentleman’s proposal. You obliege him with a laugh, sliding your hand into his palm. His fingers wrap around yours tightly, as if he’s afraid you’ll fade away before his eyes.

Sebek lowers his head, before you feel something close around the very tip of your glove. Biting into the fabric, he eases the glove off. Before pressing a kiss into the back of your hand. The light, fluttery kiss of a butterfly that went straight into your heart. Sebek’s lips seek out each and every one of your knuckles, softly pressing into your skin.

His eyes seek yours, a puppy seeking for approval. Those honest eyes you’re ever so fond of….

You’ve never seen them shine as bright as now.