#leonid reverse1999

[3amstoryreader]

What if... (Rev1999 x reader)

Repost

Just some random scenarios I came up with. (I was feeling a bit evil this time, so not all of them will be that happy )

Characters: X, Ada Tennant, Vertin(Madam Z mentioned) and Name Day (Vila and Windsong mentioned)

A/n: for X part I've received many requests suggesting different endings so I'm definitely gonna write a part 2 same for Name Day because someone requested more scenarios of him with a pregnant reader and after the baby's birth(I'll let you choose the baby gender)

What if you started ignoring X more often?

X is an attention seeker who constantly wants to be under the spotlight, but what would happen if you suddenly started ignoring him?

He immediately noticed your change of behavior but chose not to question you, thinking it was one of your many little schemes.

Hours turn into days, and days turn into weeks. Now he's worried. Did he do something wrong or offend you somehow?

Whenever he needs someone to test a new machine, his gaze will linger on you for a few instances, waiting to see you volunteer, but no responses.

During breaks, he will stop by and leave a cup of tea brewed just like you love it.  He waits for a comment, a spark in your eyes, or praise, anything. Instead, he received nothing but a polite and distant "thank you".

The young inventor is desperate; he tries to at least make you laugh, yet it is so hard.

What did he do wrong?

X can't take it anymore. Heavy steps could be heard in the suitcase hallway headed towards your room.

Once he arrived in front of your dorm, X knocked desperately as if his life depended on that wooden door.

You opened the door, but before your mind could process what was happening, you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your legs.

You looked down, seeing a pair of teary, mismatched eyes looking at you.

"I'm sorry, whatever I did, I didn't mean it. Please forgive me. I'm nothing without you."

The grip around your legs got only tighter. He wasn't planning on letting you escape so easily, not until you reacted in some way.

Now, tears were flooding from his eyes. X tried to say something more, but only sobs left his lips.

I’m ready to stay like this for as long as possible, and I couldn’t care less if someone passes by. Let them see. It only matters that you’re the one I want by my side. Your care is all I need.

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What if you saw right through her act?

"Welcome to my jewellery, milady, how may I help you?" You were greeted by a tall, handsome woman when you stepped inside the new jewellery store, which has been the talk of all the parties you recently attended.

Apparently, the owner was a fine gentleman named Tennant who sold high quality diamond crafts.

"I heard a lot about this store, so today I came here to see with my own eyes if I could find something unique that would suit me," you answered, already captivated by the models showcased.

"I'm glad to hear that words of my humble work have reached the ears of such a beautiful young lady." She said, closing the distance between you two, delicately trailing her finger along your collarbone.

The sudden close proximity and the feeling of her slender finger on you made you tremble a bit, yet you found yourself taking a step forward completaly captivated by the lady’s beautiful ruby eyes.

"A necklace would look stunning on you, milady. I've got a lot of precious gems you can choose from. Let me guide you."

She gently grabbed your arm, escorting you to the main showcase area full of lavish jewelry so exquisite you almost believed you were inside a royal boutique or a dream.

"You can choose anything here that pleases your tastes, milady. I have anything a fine young lady such as you could desire from shiny gemstones like amethyst and topaz, to equally beautiful but less eye catching like turquoise, jade, and pearls."

You had to admit that all of them were breathtaking. If you could, you'd buy the whole collection, but the reason you came here was to see the famous diamonds.

"They're incredible. Such refined, attentive craft is rare, but I'm looking for your famous diamond creations."

"Oh my, what kind of gentleman am I? Anyone could tell from the first glance that diamonds are the perfect match for you, milady."

"Excuse me... gentleman?!?" You were taken aback. All this time, you thought he was a woman; this was embarrassing and improper for a young lady to act this casually with a man.

"Something is wrong, milady?" She paused, looking at you, a bit concerned.

"I must apologize, Mr. Tennant. All this time, I mistook you for a handsome woman. I'm sorry," you confessed, lowering your face to hide your embarrassment.

A few seconds passed in silence until a soft laugh escaped Tennat's lips

"Ah... this is surprising," she laughed.

"You indeed have a good eye, milady. You're the first noble lady to see past my act."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's say you were right. I'm indeed a woman, but I use my looks to gain more customers. Some people just buy my treasures to spend time with a handsome young "man", and I just play along because I’m a humble seller trying to earn to eat." She then knelt in front of you and offered you her hand.

"It makes me happy because today there was actually no need to play pretend."

Hearing those words made you feel better.

"Please lift your chin. There's no reason to be shy, milady. I don't bite, " she said, gently caressing your cheek.

"I think I might have the right thing for your cute face."

"Here is a little gift for my newfound, honourable client." You didn't know when she picked it up, but now there was in her free hand a flower made of pure diamond.

"For me? Thanks, Mrs Tennant."

"The name is Ada milady."

"(name)"

"(name)... I see a lovely name, indeed. In the future, I might say it a lot often."

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What if you were reversed by the storm?

Vertin woke up once again in the familiar medical yard room. Another mission successfully completed, well, that's what the report says.

She stood up, looking outside. The weather was nice, nothing compared to the nasty storm that stole another cherished companion, I meant dear friend from the Timekeeper.

Her eyes were dull, filled with emptiness. Her hair was messy, and her entire body was covered in bandages, not enough of which could patch the new, freshly open scar in her heart.

It hurts.

It hurts a lot.

The pain was almost unbearable for Vertin.

How could she keep her usually composed look after witnessing your body turning into dust, your last smile, and your last words?

"We'll see each other in the future. I'll wait for you, Timekeeper."

Why did you have to say those words? Why did you stop when the suitcase was so close? Why did the storm have to begin a few minutes earlier this time? 

She failed as a timekeeper.

Many questions and regrets flooded the poor girl's mind, but nobody could give her the answers she was searching for.

She stood there watching the clouds, a lone tear sliding down her face.

How pitiful indeed. She couldn't do anything for you, yet you gave everything to her and the mission.

No amount of titles, medals, and articles will ever bring you back now.

Madam Z walked into the room to check on Vertin, but she left immediately, seeing her current state.

She knew what had happened, an accident similar to the first one at the orphanage and the second with half blood arcanist Schneider.

She understood the girl's pain and wished for her to be reunited with all her lost friends in the future they once belonged to.

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What if he were about to be a father?

Someone actually asked for some headcanons for Name Day as a father a while ago, but I forgot about it (I'm sorry, take this as an apology)

"Leonid, I've got a little something for you," you announce, appearing behind him.

"You seem happier than any other day. What's the occasion, my snowflake?" He asked, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Take a look." You handed him a small game console.

"Where did you find this? It's adorable, I'm going to place it among my game collection," he said, grabbing the item from your hands and observing it.

"Not so fast, that was meant for your dust catching shelves." He stopped, looking at you with a confused expression.

"It's for our new gaming little buddy," you said, placing one hand on your belly.

"Wait... do you mean what I'm actually thinking? " He asked in disbelief, almost making the small console slip from his hand.

You knew he was a very observant person, so understanding what you meant wasn't hard for him. In fact, hiding the pregnancy without making him suspicious would’ve been impossible without Vila and Windsong’s help.

A wide smile formed on your face, clearing any possible doubt.

"Leonid, I'm pregnant, and we're going to be parents soon," You finally said it.

The young man could not believe his ears. Him? As a father? One of his biggest dreams was about to turn into reality.

Well, it was already reality since inside our belly there was a mini version of him and you.

"I think this is the best thing I'll ever hear in my life." He placed the console on the nearest surface and hugged you tightly, making sure not to put too much pressure on your belly.

Tears of joy ran down his face; he was so happy to the point he could not think of words to describe how he felt.

Weeks passed, and everyone at Laplace and Rayashki could see how joyful their investigator looked.

He spent every night talking to your tummy, telling the baby stories about his hometown and family, his missions, and discoveries.

Something, whenparticularly tired, he would sing songs in Russian until both of you fell asleep.

As for the nursery, you insisted on helping, but he forced you to sit back comfortably and watch him do all the work.

He painted an amazing starry sky on the ceiling and carved the crib and all the toys by himself. Name Day was really working himself to the bone, but he was proud of how the room looked once done.

There was still quite a lot of time before he could hold the baby between his arms, but just the thoughts were enough to warm up his heart.

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Thank you for reading

[3amstoryreader]

just realized i forgot to specify what drabble i want for name day lmao. mind if i request a name day x reader where theyre making out, w/ reader initiating it n name day all flustered n stuff? (if ur comfortable of course, feel free to ignore this n do smth else for the name day drabble if u dont want to do this one!) - the name day birthday anon

Special gift//Name Day

A/n His birthday was two days ago, but I didn't have enough time to write anything, so when I saw this request, I had to write something immediately. I was supposed to post this a few days ago, but I fell asleep and forgot. I wrote something longer as an apology.

Today is Name Day's birthday, but he doesn't care much about it. After all, it's just another day, nothing worth celebrating.

He's never taken a day off for any festivities. This day is not an exception.

At least that was what he thought when he woke up this morning.

When he was fully awake, Name Day finds himself greeted by a long forgotten coldness next to his body instead of the warmth of your body against his.

He sighs, disappointed.

Deep down, Name Day was looking forward to some kind of special treatment by you on this day.

But thinking more about it, he doesn't recall mentioning his birthday to you even once, so it actually made sense that you weren't aware of it.

Well, he guesses it means he's reaching that age where you start to forget stuff easily.

"If I tell [name] about it today, they'll definitely give me an earful for not mentioning something like this."

He laughs, picturing you getting all mad at him for prioritising work over some time of himself. How adorable.

Name Day had to lie if he said it wasn't kind of funny to see you, so worried and shocked every time you checked his 365 days perfect work attendance after all, it's one of his greatest achievements, and he's proud of it.

If you ever see him getting lectured by his partner, don't intervene. He's exactly where he wants to be.

His train of thought was suddenly cut off by the creak of the door opening and the sight of a familiar face, clumsily holding a tray.

"Speaks of the devil, here they are."

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Today is Name Day birthday, and you wanted to surprise him with something simple since you already knew he wasn't very fond of celebrations.

So what's better than a breakfast made with love just for him?

You woke up earlier than usual to deal with the first big challenge. Leaving the bed.

You had to wrestle your way out of your boyfriend's clingy embrace.

Something you wondered how he could be such a heavy sleeper, and at the same time, can wake up precisely on time like a Swiss clock. You swore nothing could wake him up except the first rays of sunshine.

After struggling a lot, you made your way out of bed to the kitchen to proceed with your plans.

Finally done cooking, you placed the plates on a tray. You looked at the final result, and honestly, you were so proud of yourself. Name Day will definitely love this. Well, he loves anything done by you.

You cleaned the kitchen and then picked up the tray while humming your favorite melody, visibly in a good mood, and happy to surprise your boyfriend.

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You tried to be as quiet as possible, but obviously, that didn't work because before you could open the door completely, the tray in your hands was taken away.

"For us? Thank you, my snowflake."

He said, placing the tray on the nightstand.

"You were supposed to be in your daily coma right now. When did you wake up?"

Standing there isn't of much use, so following your boyfriend, you sit next to him on the bed.

As always, he doesn't give you the time to breathe in peace and traps you once again in his strong arms. Your back is now pressed against his. You have no way to escape this time.

"First of all, it isn't a daily coma, and second, I woke up because someone thought leaving their boyfriend alone on such a cold morning was a good idea."

You roll your eyes; you already know that when he starts the dramatic act, it means that he was planning to stick to you like glue for the whole day.

"Oh, if we want to start placing the blame on someone, then mind you telling me what day it is today, Mr Leonid?"

"I'm a dead man. I know that, but you would never kill your poor boyfriend on their birthday, right?" He jokes, burying his face in the crook of your neck

You hate to admit it, but your boyfriend is too much for your heart this early in the morning, and he's clearly aware of that.

Just take a look at this man looking so effortlessly handsome, with his silky long hair untied, delicately falling on his face, and that morning voice only you were blessed enough to hear.

"I'll forgive you only if you promise to take the day off."

"On one condition," he pauses, eyeing the forgotten breakfast, "be my birthday gift."

There's no need to turn around. You knew Name Day for long enough to guess that his face was burning right now, and it took him all his strength to ask you to be his gift.

How amusing.

You remain silent, and he already knows you don't need to say a word. After all, actions speak louder than words.

His grip around your waist loosens up, allowing you to turn around facing him.

Now you can see his face. Cheeks and eyes red, and he is trying his best to maintain eye contact.

Your heart begins to pound in your chest while his fingers gently run along your spine, sending a shiver down your body.

Name Day has always been like this, pretending to be bold and then turning into a blushing mess under your touch.

You bring your hand close to his face, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

"I'm very lucky to have a great like you all for myself today," he breaks the silence.

"Maybe too lucky," you close your eyes and pull him close.

Your lips brush together for a brief moment before melting into a passionate kiss. Your bodies became one, and you could feel his hands greedily exploring every inch of your body.

You playfully bite his bottom lip, and a moan escapes his lips, allowing your tongue to slip inside.

Your mind was blown full of indecent thoughts. The heat building up between your inner thighs was slowly becoming unbearable. His touch is so addictive, and you need more of it.

He breaks the kiss, gasping for air.

"You want me to be your gift, Leo? Then let me give you something you won't forget."

"I'm all yours l, my snowflake."

Thank you for reading ( I was this close 🤏to turning this into a full nsfw scene)

[3amstoryreader]

hihihi!! was wondering if you'd be willing to repost the nameday boyfriend hcs, tytyty!!

●Name day/Leonid as your boyfriend.

There are no Nameday writers here. Let me fix this problem. (Repost)

A/n: All my repost are slightly different from the original post.

●At the beginning of your relationship, he'll ask you to call him Leonid when it's just the two of you because it feels special and more intimate. Eventually, it'll be natural to use his real name even in front of others.

"Name Day is fine, but I like it when you call me Leonid. Please do it more often, snowflake."

●Favorite places to kiss: your forehead, lips, and the back of your hands.

●When he returns from a mission, be prepared. Leonid is the ultimate yapper and gets very excited if you sit next to him and listen to his adventures and discoveries.

"You won't believe what I found around Rayashki."

*starts talking nonstop for hours*

●If you have trouble falling asleep, he'll cuddle with you and tell you stories of his hometown until you finally close your eyes.

"Have I told you the story of my earring? So this belonged to..."

●Leonid is a big fan of video games. He'd love to play with you or receive more as a gift.

"I spent a total of 57 hours getting all the endings of this game for you."

●When it comes to gifts, you can expect to receive many dolls and handmade items from him. I believe he values spending time creating something himself over just spending money, as he feels it’s the thought that counts, not the price.

"I carved this wooden star. I know it's not much, but it reminds me of you."

●Sharing clothes? He's okay with that and would pay to see you wearing that big coat of his. You absolutely look adorable in it.

●Name Day love language is quality time, words of affirmation, and acts of service. This guy gives me "big brother energy" boyfriend who will always take care of you and shower you with all his love.

●He's a workaholic, but for you, he'll take more days off and bring you out for carefully planned dates.

Don't be greedy. Asking him for more than 5 days off a month is the same as stabbing him in the chest.

●Name Day is observant and chooses his words wisely before opening his mouth.

Did you buy new clothes? He'll notice immediately and tell you how beautiful/handsome you look.

Did you cook something for him to eat? Name Day will praise your cooking skills or lie to not hurt your feelings.

●How are mornings with him?

He's a morning person who always gets his job done and is famous for his perfect attendance. They say early birds get the worms.

You're getting no more than an extra 5 minutes. After that he's dragging you out of bed. He'll dress you up and feed you if it means not being late for work.

"Leonid, can I sleep for a bit more?"

"I'd like to say yes, but work is calling us, my love."

●Growing up with many siblings led him to develop strong big brother instincts.

"Where do you think you're going? Let me fix your hair" (sorry if you're bald)

"Give me the sweater you're wearing. There's a hole in it. Don't worry, I'll fix it for you."

"I'll sit here until you're done eating. Don't mind me, just pretend I'm invisible." I'm sorry, but you won't be able to skip a meal under his watch.

"Get up, sleepyhead! We're going outside for a walk. The cold season is approaching. I need to make sure your immune system is strong enough."

● Jealousy? I don't see him as the type who gets jealous easily. Leonid is confident and afraid of nobody, but he does have a little rival, Avgust. He won't show it or say anything, but whenever you shower Avgust with affection, deep inside, he wishes to be the one to receive all that attention.

●Did you guys notice the scars on his arms?

Yes, those. He'll melt if you kiss them and tell him how beautiful they are. Obviously, Name Day will do the same if you have scars too (and beauty marks/moles/birthmarks/stretchmarks).

"Don't be ashamed. Scars are the visual proof of a person strength. Each of them tells a story and you should be proud of it."

Bonus:

●He'd love to take your relationship to the next level. He already fantasises about you calling him your husband in front of people.

I can picture him rolling in bed like a middle school girl while daydreaming the same scenario over and over again.

●He's the kind of guy who constantly takes any chance to show off his wedding ring to others.

●Let's not lie. We all saw how much this man cares about children.

●Name Day dreams of having his own big family one day and calls them his new home. This poor guy misses his family and hometown so much.

If you can't have kids, he's the one getting pregnant; adoption is perfectly fine.

●Either way, I think he wants at least 2 kids. Maximum? Enough to make a big, joyful family.

Thanks for reading :D

[3amstoryreader]

I belong to your heart

Name Day x gn!reader

Author's note: Thank you for the sweet message, my dear anon, and as for Name Day, yes, he's a workaholic because working a lot doesn't give him enough time to think about his family and hometown. He works even during holidays because he has nobody to celebrate with, poor guy. This might be the reason why Leonid chose "Name Day" as a code name to celebrate his first day as a Foundation member and his nameday. After all, for some people, names are very meaningful.

Name Day is famous for being a workaholic, like most of the Foundation employees, after all.

Many people questioned why a cheerful and easygoing guy like him enjoyed constantly drowning himself in work like his life depended on it, without taking a single day off.

You had your eyes on him for a while, always lingering around the reception to catch a glimpse of those beautiful purple eyes or attending parties where he'd definitely show up to at least exchange a brief greeting.

You told yourself it was just a tiny crush, nothing serious, even though your heart yearned for more.

"I must be delusional to think he'll ever have time for someone like me, right? I can barely call him a friend since I'm not sure he sees me as one." A sigh escaped your lips while your eyes wandered around, trying to spot the brunette investigator.

There, he was Name Day submitting, which seemed like the report of his latest task.

For an instant, your eyes meet, and he turns around, waving his hand towards you.

Wasting no time, you return the gesture, grinning ear to ear.

Later that day, you continue with your daily work as always.

You were assigned to print the new manual for teleport usage, an easy task, but unfortunately, when you got there, a long line of people was already waiting for their turn.

"So this is why Hissabeth didn't want to do it herself..."

You waited patiently for what felt like hours, and finally, when it was your turn, the machine ran out of paper and ink.

"Seriously? Tsk, the person in front of me didn't bother to warn me." Visibly pissed, you began to walk around in search of a storeroom or wherever you could find what you needed or a functioning printer.

Finally, you find the room you've been looking for the past 30 minutes.

Stepping in, you start looking between the dusty shelves, but your search is interrupted by a faint sound of snores.

Following the snores, you saw him. Name Day was asleep in a corner. He looked so peaceful.

Unsure of what to do, you sat in front of him, taking a closer look at his sleeping form.

His hair was messy and untidy, and the tired look on his face made him resemble a muse from a Renaissance painting.

"Even when you're napping in a dusty corner, you never fail to look so perfect."

"Well... thank you [name]."

You stood up immediately, embarrassed and panicking. You didn't mean to say that out loud and didn't know he was a light sleeper, or was just pretending the whole time.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake up. I came here to pick a stack of paper and ink for the printer and..." You quickly apologise, explaining how you ended up here.

"Pfft- I should be the one apologizing for startling you. I was kind of awake the whole time, but didn't feel like opening my eyes yet. When I heard someone coming in, I pretended to be still sleeping. " he paused, looking at you.

"And I think it was worth it because I got to hear how charming I am from you," he said, amused.

Fully awake now, Name Day got up from his uncomfortable corner, closing the distance between you two.

You instinctively take a step back, bumping against the shelves behind you.

"I said that without thinking too much, just forget I didn't  mean it -"

"You didn't mean it? Ouch, that hurts [name], and here I was getting all excited thinking you liked me back, " he said, cupping your chin.

His hand was cold, but somehow managed to make you feel warm inside.

Hold on.

Your ears were not deceiving you?

Name Day thought you liked him back, which only meant your crush has a crush on you.

"Wait, you like me?" You asked hesitating a bit.

He laughs

"There's no point in hiding it now. Yes, I like you."

"It doesn't matter if it's a mission or a journey or a private investigation. When I come back, you're always there. At first, I thought it was a coincidence, but after months, I figured out you were waiting specifically for me, a small habit of yours that made me feel like I have a new place where I belong." He said, looking at you with a new light in his eyes.

"Where is this new place?" You asked

Name Day leaned next to your ear and whispered, "Your heart."

Thank you for reading

[3amstoryreader]

Blushing mess|| Name Day

Requested back by a funny anon

Author's note: I might have gotten carried away while writing this, as the fic part is a bit suggestive(must've been the October air).

First, you kiss him—a quick peck on his cheek—then, as if it were completely normal, you leave the meeting room just like that.

Poor Name Day, he was discussing matters regarding some Roman ruins, and now, because of you, his mind went blank, and his racing heartbeat could probably be heard miles away.

Private investigator Name Day.exe stopped working.

He is so easy to tease, and to his misfortune, or perhaps fortune, you decided to take advantage of this new knowledge.

You purposely walk around the suitcase wearing his clothes to catch him off guard.

Seeing you wearing his jacket makes him weak.

Whenever you kiss him without warning mid-sentence, he turns into a tomato, unable to formulate coherent thoughts.

"I was about to reach the third fl-" You cupped his jaw and kissed him mid-sentence. "Sorry about it, but you looked too cute."

He gets flushed easily, but it doesn't mean he can't play the same game. After all, he's a smooth talker, too.

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You were lying down next to Name Day, observing his skilful hand while he was carving a new matryoshka, when a naughty idea popped into your head.

"I wonder if those hands could do more than that," you tease him, shifting position to meet your boyfriend's gaze.

Name Day nearly choked, and his eyes widened, trying to figure out if he'd heard correctly or just imagined it. A faint coat of pink spread across his face, but that didn't stop him from playing it cool.

"My snowflake is getting bolder, but you already know what else these hands can do unless you wish for a demonstration right now?" He responds with a growing grin.

"Well, it seems like you're the bold one-" You started, clearly amused by the current situation, "because I just wanted to know if you could carve something more elaborate," you continue pulling him closer to see his burning face.

"But your proposal is quite tempting too."

Once again, your boyfriend began to mumble in vague sentences. If you concentrated hard enough, you could almost see smoke rising from his head, "(name), you're too close... I can't—"

You paid no mind to his words and made yourself comfortable on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, making sure he could feel every hot breath on his skin.

You slowly closed the almost non-existent gap between your bodies, determined to see how much of this he could take.

"Too close, you say? But my love, you're the one who started," you protest, playing with the buttons of his jacket.

"Wait, that wasn't -"  Finally satisfied with Name Day, you got off his lap and walked out of the room without looking behind, holding back your giggles.

Name Day stared at the door for quite a long time, sorting out his thoughts and connecting all the dots. You were just messing with him, and he fell for it as always.

"They got me again, dammit," he cursed under his breath, bringing both his hands to cover his embarrassment.

Thank you for reading