Heya, hope you’re doing well! I recently got into Fire Emblem 3 Houses so… Can I request the prompt “Seeing their s/o wearing an article of their clothing. Or alternatively catching them asleep with it” for Claude please?
Prompt list can be found here <3
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Claude was busy. He hadn't intended to be so preoccupied with everything going on around him, but duty calls. You'd been understanding about it, even if he spotted the way you looked at him when you both passed each other in the halls without even having a chance to speak. Looking as though you wished he'd just stop even if for a moment longer.
It's harder when he has to travel away elsewhere. You'd always ask if he had to leave, and when you laid in him arms he found himself pondering the same. "Stop looking at me like that I'll come back, I promise." You still pout, but you at least don't look at him like he kicked a puppy in front of you. And you so graciously take the kiss on your forehead as gesture of goodbye without too much tempting for him to stay.
When he finally returns, after the days away and the business of before his departure ready to collaspe into bed beside you. His eyes spot your sleeping form in the dark curled against something else other than the usual blankets. His cape. He chuckles to himself, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"It's a good thing you didn't pull something like this before I left, or else I wouldn't have gone at all." He murmurs, softly moving a hand to brush some of the stray hairs off of your face. You stir ever so slightly, calling his name into the dark. "I'm here." He replies. Unsure if you had done so in sleep or waking, but meaning his words regardless.
Do you know Diluc plays any instruments? Does he know how to paint?
oooooh hi!!!
well i love the artwork of diluc playing violin so i'm gonna say he plays that, but i also hc that he can play piano too (fingers, yk 👀)
truthfully, no i don't think he can paint, i guess you could call him artistically challenged lmao, but he sees the beauty in art even if he isn't great at making it himself
i really like pairing diluc with an creative!reader because he would be so supportive of the art you make and show him, whether it's a painting or music or whatever else, he'll give you that small fond smile and tell you how talented you are <3
or a musician!reader that performs in the tavern sometimes while he watches from behind the bar, your music gives him the strength to deal with drunken customers
I’d like to request a peach scone, please! Ideal date would be a quiet night in doing something romantic together, and Lucifer please! Thank you!
ofc!! i used some of our hcs for the music hehe
the slow classical music drifts through the air as you and lucifer turn slowly, pressed together. his hand is on the small of your back, yours is on his shoulder, and your eyes are fixed on his.
it’s peaceful.
lucifer, of course, is the superior dancer out of the two of you, but you don’t mind, just relishing in the fact that you’re with him, enjoying yourself. the speaker is set up on the coffee table, and the couches are on either side of you, but there is still enough room in between all of that to be able to dance mostly unhindered.
candles line the windowsills, flickering gently, and you sway gracefully as the song continues, soaking in each other's company. the song switches then, to smooth jazz, and a smile quirks on your lips as lucifer brings you even closer to him, some of the proper form he had been holding easing up.
none of the others are supposed to back back for a good while still, and the thought of being able to do this for a while still makes your heart sing. lucifer, somehow sensing it, spins you, and oh, how you love this man.
Welcome back! I’d like to request some Leon fluff, please — something like Leon and s/o working out together and maybe them getting a bit distracted by each other and just goofing around instead of actually working out? Fluffy and a bit funny kinda thing.
thank you!!
👑 You weren’t exactly super athletic, but you figured it be nice to at least keep yourself kind of active, and what better way than to work out with your boyfriend?
👑 Unfortunately it doesn’t exactly go quite as planned--
His partner is there and lets be real, around the people he loves, Leon is a pretty goofy guy!
👑 So he starts cracking jokes, and making silly faces, and all that as he’s doing pushups. Every time he pushes himself up, it’s another ridiculous expression.
And your laughs, giggles, and snorts just fuel him.
👑 He gets even more expressive, but less focused on his routine as time goes on. He’s starting to break out in laughter himself, and it’s so damn hard to keep yourself upright, and hold weights properly when you’re laughing, and starting to laugh even harder because now your partner is making funny faces right back.
👑 And of course, eventually, even he can’t focus on his workout anymore, so you two just sit there in the gym, cracking more and more jokes and laughing together like the cute and sappy couple you are.
As the City Sleeps (OC x Leon)
Commissioned by @lightningnose
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“You’re an idiot for thinking I could love a failure like you.”
The words echoed around him, clanging against the walls, against his head, into his ears like nails on a chalkboard. They shot straight into his heart, sitting there hard and heavy as he processed what she was saying.
“But, Ree…” Leon started, his voice strangled as if his lungs held no air. “You said that you loved me for me, that you always loved me for me. You said my title didn’t matter… that all of that didn’t matter...”
Leon wasn’t sure what was worse – Ree’s piercing laughter, or how she rolled her eyes at him, as if he were some idiotic child too stupid to understand the rules of whatever game she was playing. Her arms were crossed, eyes dark, as she stared him down.
“Who could actually love you after you lost? People love Champion Leon, not whatever nobody you are now. Looks like you’re useless and stupid.”
Leon’s heart shattered yet again, his chest feeling concave as he processed what she said, how she was looking at him, how she was speaking to him.
She was right. Who could love a failure? Who could love a nobody like him? He wasn’t the Champion, so he wasn’t anything. He was no longer the best, and that meant he was nothing. His friends would leave him. His family would leave him. Ree would… Ree would…
His chest tightened at the thought. And finally, with eyes cold, those three terrible words that Leon dreaded finally dripped from Ree’s lips.
“I’m leaving you.”
Leon woke with a start, gasping for air, his sheets saturated with a cold sweat. He whipped his head around, vision blurry, searching for that glare that had been so close. It took him a few moments to realize that he was alone in his Wyndon bedroom, and that the only sounds in the room were coming from the city in the night and the gasps he sucked in. Each breath came fast and heavy, in as if he were desperately trying to make up for the suffocation he felt only moments before. Ree’s sneering face had faded, replaced with his dark room and curtains lightly fluttering in the night breeze. Leon shook his head into focus, trying to think about anything that wasn’t Ree’s scowl that was now slowly fading. He saw curtains, windows, a dresser, his Poke Balls, his nightstand, and his clock that read 2am.
“A dream,” Leon mumbled to himself after a moment, and he again surveyed his surroundings to be sure that there were no more sneering faces awaiting him, and to ensure that experience truly was a dream. It took a moment, then a moment more, before he set his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes and heaving out a deep sigh.
It was just a dream. He was still in his apartment, he and Ree were still dating, and she was still sleeping soundly in the guest room. While they usually slept apart whenever she stayed over, his bed felt much too large and lonely after waking up from that terrible dream. Leon stepped into the bathroom, splashed some water on his face, then quietly padded to the guest room across the hall. With a lit rap on the door, he peeked his head in.
“Ree?” he whispered as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. “You up?”
Her body was silhouetted under the blankets, but she made no movement. Leon whispered her name again and she started to stir, filling the room with the soft rustling of sheets. Leon’s heart squeezed at the sight, and he gripped his shirt in his fists, stomach still a little queasy from that dream.
“Mmng,” Ree mumbled, pushing her hair out of her face as she turned to him. “Lee? ‘s that you?”
“Sorry to wake you, love,” Leon said, quietly stepping into the room. “Mind if I join you?”
Ree nodded instantly, flipping the covers as an invitation for Leon to slip in too. He did, and was soon enveloped in the warmth and calm that his girlfriend was always so good at supplying.
“’Skay? I mean - you okay?” Ree mumbled, slowly adjusting to being awake. She lifted herself up onto her elbow to see him more clearly, though her eyes were still a little puffy from sleep and the lines from the pillow were gently pressed into her face. “Did something happen?”
“Nightmare,” Leon replied with a sigh, running his fingers through his bangs as his brow furrowed. “It was pretty bad, you, you um…”
He trailed off, his stomach dropping again at that terrible image of Ree’s scowl. It was nothing like the expression she held now in reality, full of concern and love, but that didn’t mean that nightmare’s glare didn’t flash every time he closed his eyes. Leon scanned her face, sucking in an anxious breath before continuing his sentence.
“You left me,” he said. Immediately as he said those words, hot tears began to prick in his eyes. It was as if saying the words aloud stitched them into reality, and Leon didn’t realize how hard he was clutching the blankets until he felt Ree’s hands slide over his own. “You… you left me because I wasn’t Champion anymore. You said that… that I was a failure, and that no one could love a failure. So you left me.”
Just as his last word waivered, so did the tears in his eyes that were threatening to fall. His eyes stung so he squeezed them shut, hoping to keep the hot tears from spilling over.
“Oh, Lee,” Ree breathed, lifting her hand to cup his face. She brushed away the tear that had fallen with her thumb, and Leon held his hand against hers, pressing her touch into his cheek. “It was just a dream, okay? I’m here with you now, and I love you so much. There’s no way I could ever leave you.”
Leon nodded. He knew Ree would never lie to him, but there was still a part of him that was so raw, so beaten, so vulnerable, that he couldn’t stop his next sentence from slipping out.
“Even though I’m not the Champion?” he asked, searching her eyes. “You still love me?”
“Yes,” Ree said, breathing out a laugh. “Leon I love you, then, now, and forever. I don’t care if you’re the Champion or chairman or a garbage man or if you didn’t have a job at all. I love you, not your title, no matter what it may be.”
Leon nodded again, not sure what else to say. Ree leaned in a gently pressed a kiss to his forehead, then laid down and held her arms out for him. Leon quickly accepted the invitation and laid his head on her chest, breathing out a deep sigh as he felt the thrumming of her heartbeat against his ear. She ran her fingers through his hair, gently brushing his bangs off his face, then combing through the hair by his temple.
“I know this is hard for you,” Ree said quietly, still lightly running her fingers through his hair. “But I’m here for you, okay? This is another part of your journey that I want to help you with. You’re learning and growing, and I am so so proud of you. You’re doing such a great job.”
Leon nodded, his eyelids fluttering closed at the soothing feeling of her hands in his hair. He wrapped his arms around her, curling her as close as he could.
“Thank you, Ree,” Leon breathed, giving her a squeeze. Leon’s eyes were closed, so he didn’t see the dark blush that stained her cheeks at the gentility in his words. He felt a sentence start in her chest, only to pause, then she finally breathed it out, as soft and soothing as the light breeze that whispered through the open window. Just as the wind brushed and curled around the curtains, her words curled around his heart.
“I love you,” she said again. “I’m… I’m here for you, okay?”
“I know,” Leon hummed, leaning up to press a kiss to her chin. “I love you too. Thank you.”
She responded by leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips, a motion which Leon gratefully accepted. She started to pull back, only for Leon to capture her lips in another kiss.
“I love you,” he mumbled again, still hovering above her lips. He could now see the flaring blush in her cheeks, and such a cute sight drew a chuckle from him.
“I love you too,” Ree repeated, face warm from the insistent blush. “Why don’t we get some sleep? I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Leon nodded, resting his head on her chest again as Ree adjusted the blankets over them. The sound of her breathing, the feeling of her arms around him, and the lingering taste of her kiss helped Leon finally drift into a peaceful, calm, and dreamless sleep.
I love the way you write. I’d like to request a fluffy Leon something, please, Drabble or hcs depending on what you’re in the mood for. I’d love to see something for Leon and s/o getting ready for bed together, fluff (can go towards spicy or not, up to you) and sweetness and love. Thanks!
thank you, you’re so sweet! thanks for sending something in, i hope you like it <3
sleepy leon is, by far, the Cutest Thing
plus, it’s made even better by the fact that you feel like it’s reserved solely for you to see in the homely little apartment you share
he’s definitely the type of person to be absolutely adamant that he Is Not Tired all while his head is falling onto your shoulder and his eyes are drooping closed
(while that’s cute, he also does these spooky full body yawns that make his jaw click and his eyes roll back like he’s possessed, and... well. as much as you’d like to try and think of it as endearing, even leon can’t pull that off)
you’d have to nudge him awake gently to actually get him to wake up and go to bed instead of sleeping on the sofa
of course, the best way to get him to wake up is to scratch his scalp in just the right place and coo a little into his ear
it still takes a while - like, a whiiiilllllle - of patient baby talk to get him to finally pull himself off the sofa and stumble into the bathroom so he can start getting ready for bed
that being said, he’s a firm believer in a kalosian skincare routine and will abide by it religiously, so you stand by the door and watch patiently as he sluggishly cleanses, tones, exfoliates, moisturises - well, you get the picture
when he’s done, though, he’ll always ready your toothbrush for you before he does his own - a little blob of toothpaste, a rinse under the tap - and it always makes you smile
leon is also very much a fan of chatting while brushing his teeth. the fact that he’s ranging somewhere from stifling yawns every minute to falling asleep on his feet means that trying to understand him is like trying to read an ancient language you’ve never seen before, so you usually just nod and ‘mhm’ along
he’s never complained, but you’re also not sure if he remembers, to be honest
once he’s finished, you pull him to the bedroom and help him undress and get into his pj’s
he always, always, a l w a y s gets flirty at this point. if he’s only a little sleepy and especially enthusiastic, well. who knows what’ll happen?
(i think we all know what will happen)
tonight, though, you force him to sit on the edge of the bed so you can take off his shirt - and you actually succeed, despite his grabby hands on your waist and his sweet compliments
speaking of those compliments - he’s so lovely, but he’s rambling even as you’re pulling his shirt over his head and his thick hair, pulled into a messy bun (’wow. you’re so gorgeous, you know? i’m so lucky. you’re so wonderful and lovely and amaz-’)
really, you have no option but to shut him up with a kiss
tonight it doesn’t go further than that, though. he’s too sleepy and you’d feel too bad, even though you can definitely see he’s, um, very much into it
instead, you’re fluffing his pillows as he presses his head against your shoulder, dozing off a little, and it’s only a second before you’re pulling him into bed and brushing his hair back so you can press kisses against his face and neck and shoulders
he’s smiling as you do so, and you press one last kiss to his stubbly jaw before you move back just to watch him
he must be able to feel the way you’re looking at him, because he pulls his sleepy eyes open and meets your gaze with a warm, sleepy, sweet smile
‘i love you,’ he tells you, and pulls you in for another kiss. it’s so tender it makes your heart swell
of course, it’s made even sweeter when he mumbles it again, his lips pressed to yours
a - affection: words of encouragement! leon always tries his best to be upbeat and positive, and so he’s always endlessly complimenting his s/o. sometimes, though, he’ll be left speechless by how good they look and he just sucks in a breath, cheeks rosy as he mutters out a “wow...”. leon.exe has shut down. also, he’s so embarrassing on social media, talks about his s/o all the time.
^ leon
d - date:
leon isn’t a fancy date kind of guy, honestly he’s down for whatever as long as his s/o is having fun. loves it when his s/o shows up to his matches and he can hear them cheering in the crowd! it pumps him up extra, and he always takes them wherever they want out to eat afterwards.
e - embrace:
he loves hugs and he gives them freely. like the natural big brother he is, he ruffles whoever’s hair he’s hugging. hugs really tight!
I’d like to request prompt 13 for Raihan please! Thanks
13. “Maybe...if you ask nicely.”
You remind Raihan that your birthday is this week, and ask if he’s getting you something.
His smile is wicked. With your back against the wall, he props his arms up over your head. He moves in closer, so that he can whisper, “Maybe...if you ask nicely.”
Though it’s an arousing statement, you’re irked at the idea of asking your boyfriend for a birthday gift.
It shows in your face, and even more so in the push you give his chest in order to move away.
He laughs and quickly says he’s only joking—he got your gift weeks ago!
