I wanna piggyback in the idea of Enjin being a wingman. Imagine that he catches reader and zanka cuddling and having a nap together what would he do?
“𝐧𝐚𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬”
a/n: everyone needs an enjin in their life
it’s supposed to be a quick break.
that’s what you tell yourself when you sit down on one of the old couches shoved into the corner of base, exhaustion heavy in your bones after a job out. zanka drops down beside you, close but not touching, like he’s still pretending he doesn’t crave physical affection the way a plant craves sunlight.
five minutes pass.
then ten.
HQ is quiet. too quiet.
your head tips sideways without you realizing it, knocking lightly against his shoulder. you mumble a half-asleep apology, already pulling back–
zanka panics.
no, genuinely panics.
“wait–!” he blurts, hands hovering uselessly before finally, carefully, resting one arm around you like he’s defusing a bomb. his movements are stiff, awkward, but there’s something painfully gentle about the way he tucks you in, adjusts so you’re more comfortable.
you sigh. melt. gone.
zanka stares straight ahead, eyes wide, heart beating so loud he’s convinced the walls can hear it.
“… okay,” he whispers to himself. “okay. this is fine. this is normal. people do this.”
five minutes later, he’s out, too.
head tipped toward yours. arms secure. breathing slow.
it’s peaceful.
which is exactly why enjin ruins it.
he rounds the corner, ready to grab something – then stops dead.
his eyes land on the couch.
on you, curled up against zanka’s chest.
on zanka, asleep, face relaxed in a way enjin has literally never seen before.
enjin gasps.
like, full hand-over-mouth, silent scream gasp.
he crouches immediately, moving with the stealth of a man who absolutely does not respect boundaries. pulls out his phone. takes a picture.
then another.
then zooms in.
“oh this is GOLD,” he whispers, voice shaking with joy.
he circles the couch, inspecting from every angle like it’s an art exhibit. nodding. impressed. emotional.
“look at him,” enjin mutters. “arms around her. protective posture. my boy is SO DOWN BAD.”
zanka shifts slightly in his sleep, tightening his hold on you.
enjin freezes.
waits.
nothing.
he grins wider.
then, because he is a menace, he clears his throat.
loudly.
“AHEM!”
zanka jolts awake like he’s been shot.
“WHAT–” he freezes the second he realizes where he is. who he’s holding. his face goes red so fast it should be illegal. “I– THIS ISN’T–”
you stir, blinking sleepily, completely unaware of the crime scene unfolding. “… wha?”
enjin claps.
slow. deliberate. silent at first.
zanka. loses. his mind.
“WHY ARE YA LIKE THIS,” he snaps, mortified, trying to sit up without dropping you, which only makes it worse because he ends up pulling you closer by accident.
enjin leans down to your eye level, whisper-shouting with the intensity of a proud sports dad. “GOOD FORM. EXCELLENT CUDDLING TECHNIQUE.”
“GET OUT,” zanka growls.
enjin straightens, hands up in surrender, but he’s still smiling.
“i didn’t see anything,” he lies. “except everything. twice. from multiple angles.”
you finally register what’s happening and laugh, face warm as you shift closer to zanka instead of away. his brain short-circuits.
“… ya don’t mind?” he asks quietly.
“not really,” you mumble. “kinda comfy.”
enjin presses a fist to his mouth like he’s watching a proposal.
“i’m so proud,” he whispers, tearing up just a little. “nap buddies. the dream.”
zanka glares daggers at him.
“… i hate you.”
enjin grins. “no. you don’t.”
then he leaves, far too satisfied, already planning how to bring this up later in front of everyone.
zanka sighs, resigns himself to his fate, and tightens his hold just a bit.
Sharing is Caring and that includes Naps (Leonardo x MC)
Prompt: Leonardo doesn’t like to share, especially when it’s MC, and he’s noticed the lingering glances of some of the residents. Different scenarios have popped up since MC decided to live in Le Comte’s mansion with them, and Leonardo has made a permanent mental note of who to trust and who to absolutely, positively not trust when it comes to sharing her.
[Series] Post-Route Leonardo x MC
[Genre] Fluff, Comedy
[Warnings] None
1. {Leonardo & Napoleon (ft. Sebastian)}
“MC, would you mind waking up Napoleon for me? Normally I would take care of it, but I must finish cooking breakfast here,” Sebastian nodded towards the frying pan on the stove in front of him.
“Sure, Sebas. I’ll be right back.” I set down the tray I was holding and untied my apron before heading towards Napoleon’s room.
It sounded like an innocent request at the time.
I walked down the hall, mentally counting how many doors I passed by. I’ve made that a habit in order to keep track of who lives where. You’d think after a month of doing chores around Le Comte’s mansion, I would memorize these kinds of details by now.
I stopped in front of Napoleon’s door. The door was left ajar.
“Hm? It’s open?” I knocked lightly, calling out to Napoleon, but I heard no response.
I debated whether I should invite myself in or not, looking around for any sign of other residents that could enter for me. Nope, none. I slowly pushed the door open and peered inside, finding Napoleon comfortably huddled in his lavish master bed under his extremely comfy-looking blanket. I stood in front of Napoleon’s sleeping form; he laid on his side facing away from me. I took a deep breath, then slowly shook his exposed arm with my hand. I could feel his muscles flex under my touch, but he didn’t stir. So, I persisted.
“Napoleon… Napoleon… Sebastian and I made breakfast, come on before it gets cold.”
I was about to give up and leave when I heard shuffling, and Napoleon turned so that he laid on his back instead. His eyes remained closed, and he breathed deeply. Something tells me he’s awake and faking his sleep.
I crouched down to his eye level with a motherly expression that read, “I ain’t dealing with your shit, child, wake up already.”
“Come on, Napo.” I reached out to shake him again, but he suddenly grabbed arm and pulled me towards him.
I was caught completely off-guard when I felt his lips peck my cheek lightly. I pulled away with a yelp, but his grip was firm, holding me in place when I recoiled my head. His grip changed slightly, and he pulled me on top of him.
“Napo! What do you think you’re doing?”
“Shhhh… Too loud in the morning. Let’s sleep together a bit longer,” he murmured.
Napoleon had me laying on my side at the edge of the bed with his arm slung around me like I was a stuffed plushie. My face heated up at the close proximity, especially since I didn’t know Napoleon that well just yet. Sebastian is going to kill me for taking so long...!
…Actually, does he know that Napoleon is like this in the morning? He must know since he keeps notes of these things in his prized notebook of random facts about the residents. Did he set me up?!
“Stop moving, nunuche, or else I’ll kiss you again.”
“Listen buddy, only Leonardo can use that threat on me, okay?”
A third voice joined in from Napoleon’s door.
“Hm?” It was Leonardo. Shiet. “Cara mia, shouldn’t you be making us breakfast?”
I could hear the drowsiness in his laughter, as he waltzed into the room until he stood where I was a minute ago. I couldn’t see him all too well from my current locked position in Napoleon’s arms, but I saw Leonardo’s expression shift from the corner of my eye.
“Leonardo, honey. This isn’t what it looks like, I promise.”
“Oi, Napoleon, what do you think you’re doing with cara mia?” Leonardo leaned over me to shake Napoleon out of his apparently very deep slumber.
Using the arm that was around my body, Napoleon pulled Leonardo towards him and pecked him on the lips. Leonardo withdrew away from him with a scowl as soon as their lips touched. A smirk etched its way on Napoleon’s sleepy visage, as he peeked an eye open at Leonardo. His jade green eyes appeared to challenge the pureblood to try to wake him up further.
Sighing, Leonardo stood up straight and started walking away.
“Leonardo? Where are you going?” He reappeared in my line of vision, but he stood at the opposite side of the bed.
Seemingly ignoring my question, Leonardo kicked his boots off and pulled the covers to sit on the bed.
“At least turn her around, so I can hold her, too,” Leonardo pouted, pulling the cover over his body.
Suddenly, I felt my world flip 180 in Napoleon’s arms, and I found myself stuck between both men. Leonardo grinned, pulling me towards him with his arm around my upper arm, turning me around to lie on my back. Sinking into the soft pillow, he made no effort to get Napoleon’s arm off of my waist. I was caged in a warmth that I enjoyed all too much. That, along with the extremely comfy-looking blanket, made me want to stay here with them for the rest of the morning.
“Guys… you’re making me drowsy again,” I whined lazily.
Leonardo closed his eyes as soon as his head hit the pillow, leaving no room for negotiation. I admired the serene look on his face as he slept. It’s not every day I get to see these men so peaceful and so child-like in their stubbornness. They’re so adorable, dammit.
I brought my hand up to brush the hair out of his face, and he caught my hand, kissing my palm and intertwining our fingers before bringing it back down to his side.
Eventually, I ended up drifting to dreamland alongside my sleeping beauties.
[Bonus Scene]
But before I actually succumbed to the warm embrace of sleep, Sebastian did come to check up on me.
I found his mop of silver hair peeking through the door, calling out for Napoleon.
“Sebastian!”I whisper-yelled, craning my neck to look at him.
As soon as Sebastian opened his mouth to say something—probably reprimand me for taking so long— he paused in utter shock.
“Oh, haha, hey Sebastian, buddy ol’ pal, I swear this isn’t what it looks—”
Sebastian drowned out the sound of my voice, his eyes staring at the extremely comfy-looking blanket we were currently wrapped around.
I swear, if he even thinks about joining in, Imma jump out and slap all three of them.
But he didn’t. He just stood there. I wonder what’s going on in his head… A lecture? Punishment plans?
...Meanwhile, in Sebastian’s head...
Master Leonardo isn’t bothered by Napoleon’s presence next to MC. And Monsieur Napoleon is sharing his bed with others, which he was previously very protective of!! This is totally new, undocumented information. Darn it, why did I leave my notebook in my room?
Sebastian’s hand was inside his jacket pocket, but he came up empty. He decided to take mental notes, and he dipped out of the room with the utmost subtlety that I’ve associated with his character.
Which is to say, none at all. This man was tiptoeing out like the floor was marked with hidden lasers.
Alarmed by his lack of assistance, I called out, “H-hey, Sebby. Wanna help me out of… here? Oi, get back here! …Sebby? Hello? Y-you’re just going to leave me here?”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll give you other chores to take care of later in the day!”
“Shhhh. Cara mia, let’s take a nap together,” Leonardo muttered in my ear.
The warmth of his breath on my ear spread to the rest of my body. Whining again, I relented, closing my eyes to focus on Leonardo’s sweet scent.
~Leonardo’s Verdict
Napoleon: Dependable, helps show cara mia's adorable side
Sebas: A homie, should give cara mia breaks more often
