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ᯓ feat. osamu dazai, doppo kunikida
contains. kid!reader, platonic, fluff, mild angst, gentle comfort,
word count. 621
based on this request
bsd m.list - main m.list
The Yokohama streets had been in chaos for weeks.
People reported ghost sightings.
Street lamps flickered.
Small harmless fires popped up on sidewalks, in alleys, on rooftops—never big enough to cause real damage, but enough to scare everyone half to death.
And every witness swore the same thing.
“It was a little girl.”
Kunikida adjusted his glasses as he read the reports, jaw tight. “A child with an ability this unstable… If the Mafia finds her first—”
Dazai, lounging dramatically across the agency couch, hummed. “Then they’ll try to recruit her, traumatize her, and turn her into a tiny chaos weapon. How fun.”
“That is not fun,” Kunikida snapped. “We are finding her now.”
They found you on a rooftop.
You sat on the edge, legs swinging, tossing tiny flickers of flame into the air like fireflies. When you noticed them, you grinned—then vanished.
A tiny flame popped where you had been.
Kunikida flinched. “There! She disappeared again!”
You reappeared behind Dazai, poking his shoulder. “Boo.”
He didn’t even jump. He just turned, smiling gently. “Hello.”
You blinked, clearly disappointed.
“Why aren’t you scared?” you demanded.
“I’m terrified,” Dazai replied calmly. “Just on the inside.”
Kunikida grabbed you by the sleeve before you could vanish again. “You are causing public disturbances. Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?”
You puffed your cheeks. “They scream funny.”
“That is not a reason—!”
You disappeared again, leaving a tiny flame on Kunikida’s notebook. He yelped and patted it out.
Dazai clapped once. “Okay! Game time’s over. Let’s talk, little matchstick.”
They brought you to the Agency.
You sat in a chair, swinging your legs, surrounded by snacks Dazai had bribed you with. You kept flickering in and out of existence whenever Kunikida lectured too hard.
“State your name and guardian information,” Kunikida demanded.
You tilted your head. “Don’t have one.”
Kunikida froze. “…None?”
Dazai’s smile softened, just a bit.
You shrugged. “I live in an abandoned house. People scream when I say hi, so I stopped saying hi and started going boo.”
“That’s—” Kunikida pinched the bridge of his nose. “That is not acceptable living conditions.”
You summoned a tiny flame in your palm, staring at it. “It’s fun though. The fire makes people look at me.”
Dazai crouched in front of you. “Do you like when people look at you?”
You hesitated. “…Yeah.”
“Do you like when they’re scared of you?”
“…Not really.”
Kunikida sighed quietly.
Later that night, you tried to sneak out.
You disappeared from the couch in a flicker of flame—only to reappear directly in front of Kunikida, who had been waiting with folded arms.
“…How did you—”
Dazai waved from behind him. “I tied a bell to her.”
You looked down. There was indeed a tiny bell on your wrist.
“Cheater,” you muttered.
Kunikida knelt down so you were eye-level. “You are not being handed to the Mafia. The Agency will handle your case. You will have supervision, schooling, and a safe place to stay.”
You stared at him. “…You’re not scared of me?”
He hesitated. “…I am cautious. But that is different.”
Dazai gently ruffled your hair. “And I think you’re adorable. Like a haunted marshmallow.”
You laughed.
That night, you were given a spare futon in the Agency’s quiet room.
You kept blinking in and out of existence in your sleep, leaving tiny sparks on the tatami mats.
Kunikida watched from the doorway, arms crossed.
“She’s unstable.”
Dazai nodded. “She’s a kid.”
“…We are not equipped to raise a child.”
Dazai smiled, eyes soft. “Good thing she doesn’t need to be raised. Just… not abandoned.”
Kunikida looked back at you, curled up with a blanket, flickering like a candle.
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Nothing You Can Do, But You Can Learn How To Be You In Time (Dazai Osamu and gn!reader)
➵ pm!dazai and older!mafia executive!reader (platonic)
➵ fluff, slice of life, one shot, almost a drabble really
Hugging Dazai was like second nature to you.
Nobody expected it after he took the "youngest mafia executive" title from you, but all it took was one look at the kid for the touch starvation you had repressed for years to come spilling over.
He was particularly ruthless, carried himself as big and tall as his reputation made him out to be, veiled in black with a bottomless stare. And you, even though you were used to the mafia's antics by a long shot, nearly choked when you heard he was only sixteen.
During his first executive meeting, the first thing you did was envelope him into your arms, nevermind his nullifying ability, nevermind if he wanted it or not, nevermind Mori's questioning stare.
He'd turned his head towards you with a mildly annoyed "what are you doing?", all alarms up for a hidden weapon or any odd hands in a vulnerable spot. You'd laughed with some comment about how cute he was, the boss introduced you, and that was it for the rest of the night.
It became a habit. He braced himself whenever you showed up, ready to get thrown to the floor if you came running down the hallway, or for his hair to get tousled in all directions if the wrong person was near and you had to tone down your affections. You would place kisses on his head or pinch his cheeks or simply pat his shoulder and go on your way without much to add or explain.
He never let you see the way it made him smile, because, for once, he didn't have to fake it and he wasn't sure if he wore genuine joy well.
He never pushed you aside either. Any questioning glances from outsiders were met with silent threats; any concerned looks from you were met with a simple pat on your back, and you knew he'd tell you if he didn't want you near. Hell, he rarely let anyone get so close unless it was for a joke or one of his cruel antics.
He asked you about it on a rare afternoon, when you both were alone waiting for a meeting to start, after you'd made a point of kissing his forehead before sitting down on your place at the table. It was a jest at most, something he already knew the answer to. "Are you in love with me or something?"
You smiled at him, shook your head. Years of working for the mafia had trained you to be reserved and sparse with your affection, but you knew what it's like to be in his place, if only separated for a couple of years. You couldn't protect either of you, it was too late for that, but you could hold him as long as he allowed you to. You would fan the flame of whatever warmth was left in him so the underground of the city couldn't extinguish it like it had extinguished yours; you didn't have anyone to give you respite from the stone cold reality of being an executive when you were eighteen, so you would offer him that silently and hope it does more good than bad.
"No, you're too young for me," you answered with a laugh, fell into your usual banter. "Don't tell me I'm driving the girls away from you, I don't think I've gone that far."
"No, it'll take more than you clinging to my side to overshadow my charm," he shrugged, dropping the subject as soon as the door creaked.
You were one of the few who didn't hold a grudge after he left the mafia. You were aware that you hadn't even begun to scratch at his shell in all those years, but you hoped that maybe some of your persistence in not letting him go more than a week without getting human affection had been aid in keeping the part of him that had the strength to walk away alive.
Hugging Dazai was like second nature to you, of course you wouldn't hold back even years later, being on opposite sides of the organizational war. You ran right up to him and squeezed the air out of him with a tight hug, nevermind that his coworkers were ready to jump at any harsh movement, nevermind that you'd be defenseless as long as you were in contact.
"Dazai! Look at you! You're all grown up now, huh?" You placed a kiss on his temple, not bothering to hide the pride in your eyes when he patted your back with just a little more liveliness than before, when he smiled with his eyes and not just his mouth and muttered your name with a sincerity previously unheard of.
18!zai centric (platonic) + hint of my hcs . @grassy-air @totalruinbutidolized @eternaldeceitflour <- ppl who replied to my earlier post #scared
when osamu dazai came to speak to you for the first time, he was bearing bad news.
terrible, horrible news. the worst announcement you had ever recieved.
the boy was only eighteen. your fiancee was only twenty-three. osamu was, in essence, just like a younger brother.
he barely spoke. the words choked out of his bandaged throat, as if they threatened to strangle him. yet somehow, the words also slipped out.
you remember it vividly.
a gloomy day, two desperate knocks to your door, a distressed young boy who was drenched to the core, rain and tears mixed on his face alike. blood washed off of his hands by the harsh storm water, though, the distraught look on his face did not.
and he wasn’t wearing that bandage on his eye.
strike one.
“osamu? what happened?” you open the door a little wider, removing your jacket to dry him off. you usher him inside, but he doesn’t budge past the doorway.
strike two.
“t-there’s something,” he gulps harshly, whispering with a hiss of urgency. “that i need to tell you.”
“it can wait, i’m sure. now come inside before you catch a cold,” you wrap your jacket around his shoulders, trying to bring him inside.
“no, i don’t think you understand—” he doesn’t have the energy to be rough with you.
“i don’t care, osamu. ‘saku wants me to take care of you—”
“odasaku is dead, [name].”
strike three.
for a moment, it feels like the world stopped.
who are you kidding, the moment you found out sakunosuke—your dearest ‘saku—is dead, your world stopped. stopped moving, stop existing, stop living—sakunosuke oda was your world.
and now he’s gone.
it feels like the whole world stopped, but the storm kept raining down. the cars kept honking in traffic, and the couples down the street still ran in the rain under the same umbrella. the kids with their whole lives ahead of them still were devoid of happiness and reason to live.
the world does not stop spinning for anyone. you have come to that realisation brutally, all of a sudden.
“what…?” your mouth doesn’t work as fast as your brain, it seems.
“he was shot. he knew he would die,” and all of a sudden, the boy you never knew could show—let alone feel—emotion was shaking. fear, realisation, a break down… neither of you could tell.
he was stuttering. his hands tremble as they cover his face; they smell like a coin held onto for too long. yuck.
but it’s odasaku’s blood, thus there is something worth cherishing in it, even if it is disgusting.
he is disgusting, but odasaku still found something worth cherishing in him.
and he found something—a lot, apparently—to cherish within you, thus he should be kinder to you. one day, or perhaps under different circumstances.
“what…?” you utter it out again, as if you didn’t hear him the first time.
but it seems osamu needs to talk about it. to talk to you, someone who would listen. someone who would share the same sentiment; the same grief.
“he knew it, [name]. he knew he would die,” osamu’s hands claw at his face, slipping to his neck and finding the ends of his bandages to tug at. pulling at them, with full intention to see odasaku at the gateway between heaven and hell. he knows which man goes to which respective afterlife.
“osamu, stop that,” your voice quivers as you try prying his hands off of his neck.
he slaps your hands off of his own, expression unreadable.
but it switches from unreadable to immediately full of regret in just a second.
“i’m sorry. i’m sorry,” he desperately apologises, hands hesitant to take yours into his own. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m so—”
you pull him into a hug. a desperate hug that tells him you understand.
you understand why he acted out, you understand why he’s suddenly unable to speak. you understand that he’s just a kid.
and he just lost his father figure.
sure, you lost your fiancee. husband-to-be.
there’s grief in that. a horrible, hell-ending inducing grief that makes you want to die.
but osamu’s never known anything like that.
not love, not friendship, not companionship—he’s never known familial love.
maybe not even a father figure; there was something less distinct than that. but it was just as strong. like family not by name or blood, but by connection and care.
and now, if oda was “father” in osamu’s dollhouse, you would be the other parent.
that evening, you sat on your couch with osamu’s dissociated figure laying half on your lap, and half on the floor.
you sat in silence together, tenderly stroking his hair.
one day, he will trust you enough to talk about his feelings. one day, he will accept you as a friend or member of “family”. whatever that is to him, anyway.
one day, he will tell you odasaku’s dying wish to him, in a light-hearted manner at a family dinner in a few years time. he’d laugh and nudge your shoulder as he tells you that odasaku said, “be on the side that saves people. if both sides are the same, then choose to become a good person."
one day, osamu will call you by your name without fearing the attachment he would gain to you by addressing you properly.
but for now, he’s staying with you as you both try to navigate this very odd thing called grief.
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in which; school can be tiring... but endless, sleepless nights? even more exhausting.
content; domestic fluff, wrote this in the platonic sense, yuu! reader, grammatical mistakes, mention of alcohol (kalim's part) , scenarios/imagines , implied female reader ! kinda proof-read
author's note; later post then usual because i took too long to finish this, sorry if this seems rushed between the middle and end.
no AI copy and paste, please respect the author's hard work and consider liking or reblogging if you enjoyed it!
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★ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
endless books, papers, homework and lectures lead you to all nighters and a diet of energy drinks. you knew it was unhealthy, hearing it over and over from riddle himself. he doesn't stop you, he just wishes you choose your health over studies for once.
don't get him wrong, he's been in your shoes once. thinking all he needed to do was study and everything will be fine. as much as his mind agreed, his body didn't. and neither is yours. he doesn't want you to go down that road.
which leads him to the present, heels clicking down the hall of nrc to his lunch break. looking at his watch on his wrist he turns a corner, mumbling to himself about his schedule and duties... until a figure catches his eye.
blueish grey eyes squint in front of him as he looks closer to make out the figure.
"yuu?" he mumbles once he realises. your sitting against the piller, sunlight casting your curled up shadow with your head in your knees.
at first, he panics. speed walking in the direction with the headmage or any other adult at campus on speed-dial. with a tight chest he kneeled down at your side and whispered your name once more.
as he was about to shake you, due to stress and nerves, youe back lifts up before slowly falling back down. soft snores left your lips as riddle let out a sigh of relief.
"sevens, yuu, sleeping in the middle of the hallways is a clear violation of the―"
that's when he notices something, your not just napping. your dead asleep. your breathing is too slow and heavy, a faint tension on your face―like sleep has calmed you too quickly.
his eyebrows falter, his face soft as he stares at you for a bit longer.
"when was the last time you've gotten a proper night's rest?"
silence. of course there is, you out cold. he wasn't expecting a response, he was speaking his mind out loud.
"honestly," he sighs softly, lacking its usual bite. "you should have at least chosen a more appropriate spot then here. the ground is dirty and the wall is tremendously uncomfortable..."
riddle simply sighs, like he expected this.
he doesn't shout, he doesn't get angry. he simply, lets you sleep. rising to his feet, riddle drapes his school uniform jacket over your hunched shoulder. the fabric is warm, his scent faintly clinging to it. far more comfortable then the cold breeze.
he suddenly sits beside you, dusting off any dirt he's nervous about collecting and gently takes your chin with a gloved hand, "you'll strain your neck like this," he scolds, letting your head rest against his shoulder much to the blush on his face.
the halls are empty, lunch just staring and here riddle is caring for a student not even from his dorm. that's the houswaeden leader in him, caring for students not from this world.
his hand lingers too long on your cheek before he pulls away fully, sitting down for a few moments to let you continue to get rest.
perhaps his lunch plans will have too wait.
"reckless, pushing yourself to the point of exhaustion. such actions must be dealt with accordingly..."
he looks down at your soft, peaceful expression on your face. lips parted to breath slowly, lashes long and relaxed. eyebrows low and body limp under his coat.
"you may rest.. but only for a while," he'll adjust the jacket if needed, "after that, we will discuss your schedule habits and routines." he finishes with a hint of concern, but determination.
★ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
the lunch hour was lively as ever―students at their tables with food, laughing with friends and the clutter of utensils clicking together. the usual chaos during lunch hours after a long class.
and somehow...you're still asleep during it all. you found a secluded table for one person at the end of the cafeteria, it's cramped but you didn't mind. you actually found it comfortable, laying your head against your arms with your papers scattered across the table and your empty lunch trey forgotten.
leona kept glancing at you during his meal, ruggie mindlessly stealing bits of his food when he wasn't looking to get his attention. but when he didn't even react when he snatched the piece of meat straight off his fork, ruggie scrunched his nose.
ruggie wasn't fully sure why leona cares so much about you peacefully sleeping until he notices a duo of boys messing with you. tugging the pencil out of your hand, poking your face and pulling your hair gently as they giggle.
who messes with someone while asleep? that's just pathetic.
seeing this, leona stood up without hesitation, legs taking him to the direction when he barks at the two other students to scram. the housewarden watches the two scurry away, dropping your pencil and hair and running back to wherever they crawled in from.
then he looks back at you― neutral face, hands in pocketa, but his mind was telling him to do something. emerald eyes stare down at you with a glare, taking the full scene up close. the noise, the constant poking to awake you, and your fast asleep.
body limp and breathing slowly, like you've been lacking sleep for years. he notices the papers, he knows the exact class your studying for and he clicks his tongue.
but he doesn't leave. instead, he approached you―slow and unbothered―as he took a seat to the empty spot close by to watch you.
you look... exhausted. completely worn out by the amount of work and stress. dead to the world. leona pushes the papers to one messy pile, just far enough for him to lift your head and rest it against his bicep.
for anyone walking by they would ask why leona is doing this, but it's an easy question actually.
so easy, he gets ticked off when he can't answer.
something in him just snaps and he lets his body so the rest.
he doesn't leave until you wake yourself up or if lunch ends and he has to wake you to drag your butt to somewhere more comfortable.
what? you were already asleep, what's missing a bit of class more? if you fall back asleep on him, he just falls asleep with you.
★ AZUL ASHENGROTTO FT JADE & FLOYD
he took one good look at you, and sighed disappointed. you would think he is far too busy to notice, and he is, but it's hard not to notice a human being laying flat across the booth in his own restaurant.
you're fast asleep, in the quiet atmosphere of the mostro lounge. at first, azul didn't believe floyd when the twins waltzed in his office saying a familiar shrimpy was dead asleep on the booth.
"...the prefect?"
"indeed," jade nods, standing beside his brother whose arms are lazily resting behind his head. "they seem to have taken the term, "make yourself at home" a bit too seriously. it is a cute sight, actually~ would you like to have a look"
"whatever gets you two off my tentacle..." adjusting his glasses, azul stood to his feet, black shoes clicked against the floor of the lounge as he followed the tweels.
which leads him to the present, adjusting his glasses with a spectacle look. his eyes scan your sleeping figure with jade and floyd behind the couch.
floyd has a sharp, teasy grin on his lips while jade smiles softly yet chilling down at you, like the easy prey for a meal. "hehe~ see, azul. she's knocked out~" floyd awes, poking your cheek as you squirm in your sleep.
"i see," the boss sighs when he gets a good look at you. curled up in the booth, head resting against your arm like a pillow with your other hanging over the edge. your school bag sits nearby, empty and clean―a empty plate and cup displayed on the table like he's been there for hours.
just how long have you been studying? and when did you fall asleep?
all the questions running through azuls mind as he priced together the puzzle. you weren't just asleep, you were crashed. exhausted, dead to the world around you. living a happy life in dream-land.
"what shall we do with her?" jade suddenly asks, his voice hushed as floyd stops bothering you and instead just watches you sleep.
azul thought, adjusted his hat and cleared his throat. "leave her, for how. get ready one of our guest rooms, she'll be sleeping over tonight."
floyd giggles happily at azul's words, "sleepover with the little shrimp? i call dibs tucking her in~"
"no one is taking any "dibs" on anything!" the mage sighs softly, careful not to awaken you. he removes his jacket, jade and floyd raises a brow when he drapes the fabric over you. his smell clings to it like glue―ink and sea salt―taking an extra moment to make sure it won't fall off.
"well," jade smiles widely yet calmly at the sight, "you seem to have a soft spot for the prefect?" it was a joke, but azul didn't laugh.
"hardly," azul lingers his fingers over your shoulders before pulling away, "just making sure she's comfortable. the couch isn't the best place for a good night's rest. clean up her area, and get the room ready, i'll watch over her."
if it wasn't for jade to pull his twin brother away, azul would have risked awaking you with floyd's whines. gently, he shifts your books and papers to one organised pile at the edge of the table, leaning over to place your loose papers and pencils back in your backpack.
once you've settled, he sits beside you, hands resting at his lap while he watches you. there's a pause before he mummered, "pushing yourself beyond limits is poor judgment," he sighs, "even i recognize the importance of rest."
you adjust in your sleep, eyes still shut and your features calm as you move to rest your read higher. azul pauses, before malonh the decision to take you to the guest room. gently, he took you in his arms―despite being a tad bit on the slender side, holding you close to his chest wasn't a hassle.
his heels click down the hall like it's a business matter, upon reaching the room jade and floyd are already watching their boss carry you to the clean beds, sheets soft and blankets warm, placing you under and pulling away.
"next time," he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, "come to me, i'll handle things from there."
even though you can't hear him, he still whispers. maybe somewhere in your dream, his voice can find its way in.
he takes his jacket back, resting it upon his shoulders he stands to his feet.
"rest well, yuu."
★ KALIM AL-ASIM
this party isn't one of kalims big ones―no overwhelming crowds, no loud music or blinding lights as usual―just a few students from his dorm, a few from others, and jamil. it's still lively, students singing and dancing to any music, snacking on food and sipping on drinks.
music drifts, laughter bubbles, and the warm light from lanterns makes everything feel comfortable and calm.
maybe too comfortable, but is there ever a thing called being "too comfortable"? apparently yes, because you're in the corner of the lounge, sitting on a single bean bag chair with your books and papers on your lap. head resting against the wall as you were fast asleep, pillows half-hidden behind you, your drink loose in your hand on the floor, your body slumped in a way that makes it look like you passed out.
you didn't mean to fall asleep, you just did. touw body betraying you with all those restless nights and late-nignt study sessions.
kalim spots you fast, you were caught in the corner of his eye mid-conversation with another. for a moment, he just stares, adjusting to the sunlight beaming across the floors, like he needs a moment on what he's staring at.
then he suddenly gasps, fearing for the worst he ditches the conversation he was in and rushed to your side, weaving through people surprisingly quickly with a shimmer of worry in his eyes. he's darting at the drink and your unconscious body, crouching to your level he hesitantly holds your arms.
"hey―yuu! can you hear me, are you okay?? yuu?"
he gives you a small shake.
nothing. not even a groan.
you're out cold.
kalim freezes, pupils wide and chest heavy. was there too much kick in the drink? jamil added just the right amount, maybe you grabbed the extra strong drink by accident?
with all these thoughts running through his mind, he suddenly sees all the papers and pens pool around you, like you've made your own oasis of school work.
blinking once, twice, kalim realizes your just asleep. your breath soft and grounding. "oh...oh, my sevens, your just sleeping."
a huge wave of relief hits him, exhaling loudly he clamps his chest happily. kalim lets out a soft laugh, shoulders relaxing after this moment of panic.
"you must have been really tired, huh?" he chuckled, eyeing all the paper around you. that's when he remembers the party―the loud noises, people laughing and singing―now that he actually listens, it's too loud.
too loud, you might wake up. he doesn't want that to happen, so the housewarden suddenly claps his hands to gain the attention of the party, asking politely to keep the noise down for the rest of the evening.
students stare confused, but jamil repeats kalim's request.
"much better," kalim whispers, carefully taking the cup out of your hand and placing it far from you, not to knock it over in your sleep. then, he adjusts the pillows around you, letting your head rest against one he helps you adjust your figure.
"ah, there we go! much more comfortable!"
he finds a soft, small blanket in the middle of the pillows, draping it across your body like a second skin, making sure it covers you just enough.
"you work too hard, yuu..." kalim suddenly whispers when he takes a pause to look at you. hair messy, drool over your lip and breathing slow. he sits cross-legged across from you, just enough to rest his chin on his hand.
"night, yuu!!" he giggles to himself, knowing you probably can't hear him. but the sudden twitch on your lips states otherwise.
if someone gets too loud, he glares at whoever is making the noise and shushes them. he gets jamil to prep you tea and food for when you wake up, also requesting a second blanket.
when the party ends, jamil finds you and kalim both asleep at each other's sides with the tea and food on a tray in his hands. the vice-housewarden simply sighs and lets you both sleep for a little longer before waking you up.
★ VIL SCHOENHEIT FT. ROOK HUNT
pomefiore's lounge is pristine. every surface is polished, every wall is detailed, and the environment no one can ever call a flaw―especially during the evening. curtains a bold purple, lights dim and the atmosphere soft and quiet.
you're fast asleep on one of the long couches after, you assumed, all the students called it a night.
until rook hunt found you, unbeknownst to you, obviously. he pauses mid-step, eyes lingering over your figure like you're a painting as he takes in the scene.
your laying on your side, not elegantly―just there. fast asleep, surrounded by scattered notes and papers, a book half-opened and your pen loose between your fingers. arm hanging over the edge of the cushion, the hunter simply smiles.
your head rests against the cushions like a comfortable pillow, legs curled just enough to take up the whole couch like you simply ran out of energy.
rook crouches slightly, his hat tilting with him as he hums lightly. "oh non, trickster...to be claimed by sleep so completely, even in such an unbecoming position."
he thinks for a moment, "you must have fought it long and hard to find yourself in this predicament, oui?"
there's only one person in the whole dorm who can figure out what to do, so rook leaves you for a few moments and returns with none othwr then,
"so she's, asleep?"
"oui! i presumed you, roi du poison, has an idea what to do with our dear, exhausted trickster?" the hunter smiles as he walks side by side with the housewarden down the halls and back to the lounge.
don't mock her, rook.
"honestly, rook, if this is one of your dramatics again―"
suddenly, his eyes land on you. a pair of velvet and emerald eyes stare down at you like a wild animal and decide to call the pomefiore lounge its bed for the evening.
your position was adjusted slightly, your head now fully off the edge and your arm dangles mid-air. vil immediately kisses his teeth, "how on earth does one find this position comfortable? rook, move her legs back onto the cushions."
"oui!"
vil and rook each take your limbs and position you back onto the couch, the housewarden gently takes your neck and shoulders to rest on one side and brushes your hair behind your neck.
"unacceptable! not only is she not a member of pomefiore, she insists on sleeping on the couch like she owns the dorm?"
"roi du poison, has it occurred you she may just be too tired? look at her hair," rook states in a hushed time, combing his gloved fingers through your greasy hair.
"stress affects the skin and hair, too much of it can damage your body." as rook examines you, vil notices your body twitch but does not wake up. he sighs, heels clicking against the floors to clean the papers.
"if that is the case," he resumes, "pushing herself until she collapses like this is highly inefficient. true beauty requires proper rest, but right now she's an ugly mess."
"then we shall let her sleep until she awakens!" rook beams, already fluffing up a blanket to drape over you. before vil even could ask where he got the blanket, it was already comfortably on top of you.
once you've settled, vil sighs and stares at you while rook makes his exit. his fingers curl under your chin to get a good look at you, "don't neglect yourself like this, darling...it's not good for you or your body."
he ends up staying with you for a little longer before returning to his room, leaving a hand lingering against your skin as he straightens.
"we will be discussing your sleeping habits next thing tomorrow...for now," vil tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, "sleep well, prefect~ rook will be here when you awake."
★ IDIA SHROUD
ignihyde lounge was dimly lit by the blue screens that illuminated the room and the small flicker of computers. it was quiet, almost too quiet. the faint humming from a certain housewarden filled the silence.
it wasn't like idia wanted to step outside of the comfort of his room.. during these hours―the clocks read three am on the dot and idia was in desperate need of a midnight snack. he was mumbling under his breath about what he should order until he felt the presence of another.
his eyes squint on the couch in the middle of the lounge, seeing the hair of a familiar person. he steps closer, carefully, already alarmed and ready to activate the intruder alarms if necessary.
how could anyone just waltz into the ignihyde dorm undetected. does idia have to tweak with the security again? ugh, he wishes he doesn't and his eyes are playing tricks on him.
idia finally reaches the couch, blue hair peaks over to spot―
"yuu?" he whispered loudly, covering lips immediately after with his hands and ducks behind the couch again.
"what is the prefect doing at ignihyde? did ortho let them in without tel-wait a a minute―why are they still here?! it's past midnight!!? pause...was she?"
he blinks, peaking out once more to look at you again. fast asleep, on the couch, papers and pens scattered across the table and floor. idia looks around at the empty lounge, then back at you.
your breathing is steady, arms dangling off the couch and your legs curled comfortably to your chest. he blinks, hair flickering, "is that... comfortable?"
another pause.
"well...this is awkward." but as awkward as he is, something inside idia shifts the longer he looks at you.
your not just asleep, your crashed. like a video game on its last level done. he can tell just by the way your positioned and snoring. your grip on your pen loose and papers mixed together like you fought back even the thought of sleep.
"damn... you must've been grinding hard to manage a sleep like this..."
wait a minute, UGH AM I BEING A WEIRDO? STARING AT THE PREFECT WHILE SHE'S ASLEEP?? awh, man i hate this!
idia fumbles with his fingers, the thought of a midnight far from his mind as he thought about what to do. his hands hover and pull back just to hover over you again.
"ugh, what do norms do in a situation like this? just take me now!...but i can't leave her like this..."
oh, poor idia. he carefully leans over to pull you back to rest properly against the couch as you snort and he panics, letting you go limp against the cushions again but at least your laying on your back.
"ok...step one, done." he mumbles to himself as he circles around the couch to fully face you. he takes the papers and pens acarrer across the table and places them back in your back, silently apologizing over and over for touching your stuff.
now he stares at the blanket close by, sighing heavily he grabs it and gently drapes it over you, like you're a delicate piece of technology worth trillions of thaumarks.
"you...really trust this place enough to crash here?...huh, werido."
idia, please, let the girl sleep.
he steps back on his heels and hugs himself, unsure what to do now. does he still order take out? he feels obligated to get your something when you wake up, maybe a easy breakfast?
he simply sighs, pulling out his tablet before taking on the final look at you. curled up in his dorm blanket, body relaxed and posture now straight.
"...you owe me, big-time." and walks off, shutting off all the bright lights with a single click of his tablet.
don't be alarmed when you see ortho in your face the next morning with breakfast, happily saying idia ordered or for you. he will deny it to his core.
★ MALLEUS DRACONIA
rain taps lightly against the stone ceiling of the garden arbor your sitting against, head leaning against the railing and your book forgotten on your lap. backpack leaning against your side like a small blanket, the sound of the rain soothing you to slumber.
the sun was still out, but it was softly spitting―it's an odd sight seeing someone fast asleep in this weather. however, a certain dragon heir was the only one to witness such a scene.
"... child of man?" his deep voice rumbles over the pitter patter of the rain, arms folded with a hand hovering over his cheek as he stares at you. eyes wide and lips dropped to a small pout, like he's more curious than concerned.
you don't answer, he's just greeted with a soft snore and he simply laughs. he notices your backpack and paper, untouched and prepped on your lap.
"so, this is where you've hidden yourself?" he mused, stepping closer to your sleeping figure. there's no rush in his movements, he is calm and gentle.
you haven't stirred when he reaches you, not even a mumble. that's when he realizes the scenario. you aren't simply "taking a nap" you're exhausted from head to toe. he can sense it, just by staring at you.
"you must have overworked yourself again, dear child..." his voice hushed instinctively, looking back at the empty courtyard and back at you, "to fall asleep in such positions."
a hand hovers over your cheek, fingers tickling your skin as he trails down and takes your papers from your lap and sets them aside, allowing himself to sit beside you.
and as if on command, he notices your body leaning back, about to fall backwards to the ground. he catches you with a sharp gasp, your figure falling back to his lap. your head against his thighs, arms curled under your chin as your still asleep.
how on earth―
malleus chuckles after a few moments, fingers combing through the hair to calm himself. "what a curious human you are,"
he pauses, smiling softly still strong lovingly down at you
"very well," he whispers, "i shall stay with you until you waken..."
no one bothers.
no one dares too.
only lilia, who came searching for the heir of briar valley when sebek nor silver could find him and cooed at the sight. they both now, stayed with you until you woke up from what you can call the best sleep of your life.
𝓘magine an alicorn hybrid! Yuu who conceals their identity of being an alicorn up until they got sick
I have a headcanon that every fantasy creature is extinct in twisted wonderland except for dragons because humans used to hunt them. Dragons are the only creatures who get 'revived' by being half-fae but the other creatures aren't so lucky because they are either too weak physically, or too weak magically. So Alicorns, Unicorns, Phoenix's, etc only exist in bone structures in museums or in books.
But where are you from, all the fantasy creatures left in a secluded island and evolved to be more humanoid due to the slow inclusion of humans. I would imagine that some hybrids would go out into the human world and conceal their identity of being a hybrid by some kind of magic or potion and the only way they are exposed is when they are sick terribly, or they let their guard down which is very rare. So when you got transported to twisted wonderland you would cover up your horn, wings, etc with a very potent magic that the magic-mirror wouldn't detect— and it worked! Of course it does because Alicorns are more magically powerful than dragons after all, however they are very weak physically, so you would often take vitamins and perfect your diet to make up for it, although you don't get sick, it is not impossible. But that doesn't mean you didn't get surprised when you got a high fever— because of course you do, the universe hates you after all.
So not only do you have to take care of Grim, you have to make it not obvious that you're sick and not an Alicorn. Ah yes, this won't go wrong right?
Oh my sweet summer child you're so very wrong.
As an alicorn— a very powerful hybrid that could go head to head with dragons and win, (magically not physically) subtlety is none of your concern. Back home, when you get sick, your guardians took care of you and un-did every magic induced spell you did while you were sick like: inverting the colors of everything around you as you sneeze, the ground cracking when a particularly hard headache passes you, blowing away everything around you when you cough, and other potentially world ending things. They would fix it. So now that you were ripped from that luxury, you would try to minimize the damage, or try to un-do it, but no matter what, it comes back to bite your ass. So now Grim is running out of your dorm to get you some help— also because his colors have been inverted and he just wants to reverse this as much as possible.
He first went to Crewel because he's more reliable and he may or may not fix the mess that is your dorm. Fortunately, after seeing a very distressed and off-colored Grim in his classroom wailing about your world ending sickness, he rushed to you. When he saw the state that you and the Ramshackle had been, he sighed and brewed some potions that could fix you back into your non-feverish self. Now there was a problem, anything that comes close to you in a five mile radius would either get blasted off, or suffer a dis-coloration that might be irreversible. Fortunately, you've calmed down after a few thirty minutes, unfortunately, the potion doesn't work because you are a very magically powerful being so you needed a stronger potion that could kill ten elephants within an hour. Unfortunately, because of school funds, he doesn't have the ingredients for it. So what did he do? He called Crowley.
Meanwhile Grim was sent to Heartslabyul because Crewel knew how close Ace and Duece was to both of you; he hoped that those two would take care of Grim while you were suffering a fever. However, because of his chatterbox mouth, your friends knew, and by extension the housewarden got involved, then the vice-housewarden then Cater— okay so all of your Heartslabyul friends went to check up on you, where's the harm in that?
Everything. Not only did they see a very ethereal-looking Yuu complete with a horn, wings, and a very red nose. They were flung to the other side of the room because you made the mistake of sneezing. Now they know you are an Alicorn. Great. But they were no snitches so they just ignored it (with occasional jabs here and there) and brewed some tea for you and put a damp warm cloth over your head. Crewel busted in with Crowley and escorted them out for their safety. (Crewel was surprised that no one got dis-colored while being in proximity with you)
Was the headmage shocked to see your true form? Oh dear, shocked didn't cover it. He was baffled, surprised, terrified and amused all at the same time. Now if it wasn't for Crewel's sharp glare, he would've exploited you for money, given your alicorn status. Thankfully, he promised that he would find a potent potion that could fix you quickly to end this mess, un-thankfully, he was Crowley so this would either take 2 days or 5 weeks depending on his urgency to fix this. What did you say to that? Well... You sneezed on him and re-colored him hot pink. So you could imagine how urgent he is now.
After that whole ordeal, Crewel went on his merry way to try to help you because you have wormed in his heart, so now it's his responsibility to take care of you like you're his own child.
Not only Crewel, but the other staff members as well.
Trein would come not long after, after hearing your condition through un-confirmed rumors. He brought an emotional support scarf and medicine that would mitigate the effects of your fever— but not cure you unfortunately. He sat with you for a few hours trying to be the best adoptive father for you as he listened to you ramble about things that distracted you from this migraine that threatened to crack the floor. Unfortunately, the floor stood no chance and you almost fell through if not for your reflexes— Trein sighed and glared at the ground like it cost him rent then informed you that he would brew tea to help the migraine subside. You managed to fix the floor before he came back. He departed from you not long after because of paper work, but you got to hug his familiar so it's not so upsetting. You are eternally thankful that he has a soft spot for you.
Vargas would barge in with a very boastful attitude while carrying vitamins that he somehow knew you took. He was very encouraging and helped brighten your mood up, unfortunately he was only there for one hour because he still got some students to teach. But he left your vitamins and some fruits on your bedside table so you couldn't be mad at him.
Sam was next and he brought you some more potent potions than what Crewel made and miraculously forced your fever to subside. You literally cried when you took the potion because it silenced your migraine, he chuckled at your state and patted your head. He was there for a few minutes ensuring you took care of yourself, that your temperature was stable and lifting your mood up, before he went out, not without worrying for you a bit and forcing you to eat soup. It was very intense and weirdly positive? Nonetheless he went out complaining about how he lost his favorite customer.
Crowley finally found the potion that could diminish your fever and barged in your door bragging about how generous he was taking the time out of his day finding a potion that could cure you. You literally had to snatch it from his hands because he couldn't stop talking, and your migraine was splitting your brain. So after you took your potion he dipped out and threatened to dock your pay. You sighed at that but finally. You were done suffering.
But now you have a new problem. Explaining to your friends that you were indeed in fact an Alicorn.
Sigh. Problems keep piling up for you didn't it?
𝗔/𝗻: now I would've written the Diasomnialings taking care of Yuu but yuu's four adopted fathers (plus a dead-beat one) was screaming in my ears for attention so I lowk grind them in a meat grinder and serve it to you guys medium rare
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Hi there! I loved your Alicorn Yuu drabble and now I can’t stop imagining my own Yuus as Alicorns!
⋆. 𐙚 ˚𝓘''ve been thinking about alicorn! Yuu too! I just love the idea that an extinct mythical creature got transported in twisted wonderland that is basically more powerful than Malleus. So I made more yuu's that are similar kekekeke 😌
Alicorn! Yuu who doesn't really grasp how powerful they are since they have been surrounded by really powerful beings back home (i.e: pheonix's, unicorns, and fairies) so they aren't really that impressed by Malleus's abilities since they have seen much more impressive feats performed by dragons back home. Imagine the students surprise when you could solo Malleus in a battle lol.
Fairy! Yuu who's shorter than average, I'll even say that you're shorter than Riddle. However, if anyone comments about that they will get flown across the school. Floyd got flown across the room because of his incessant teasing, he liked it and kept doing it until you got used to it and just resulted in a simple flick of the forehead now. There's no use in wasting your magic on a stubborn eel.
Unicorn! Yuu who can't control their magic as well as other magical creatures (unicorns are very well known for that fact) so their magic slips in little ways, even in their normal human form— that doesn't have your horn, ears, and tail. However you need to have observation skills, if you notice the little things though, like: the way your hair floats a little when you get excited, the way little objects are off a surface just a little bit when you're happy, and the way sharp objects turn slightly to the person you're mad at, just so slight that people don't notice until a knife is pointed at them even though they were certain that knife was facing the exact opposite way. Then you'll get foreshadowing that you're not quite human yourself.
Pegasus! Yuu who can't for the life of them contain their wings. It's just as expressive as a toddler in a sugar high— it doesn't matter if you're nonchalant, your wings will give your true emotions off. Sometimes people don't go near you because of how many times they've eaten dirt after getting smacked by your wings. It doesn't help that your wings are as large as a fucking pole and as hard as a boulder, so you just tuck it behind you when you're sitting in class, however it blocks whoever is sitting behind you. So y'know what the professors did? They moved you on the back of their class with your friends, doesn't matter if you're short, you will get moved.
Dragon! Yuu who have a tail and wings instead of horns, and they don't have scales like Malleus, but it's more apparent in their tail. While in their human form they have scales littered all over their body, they can't really show those parts of their body because... Well they're trying to pass off as a normal human. So I'd imagine only Malleus knows after you saw his horns, you showed him your scales (not your true form yet, that's only resserved for your loved one to see) and you two bond over being the only dragons in NRC. I would imagine that you two are similar in terms of magical prowess, however you're slightly more powerful because of being exposed to other dragons.
Yeti! Yuu who's very tall, taller than all the boys in school and is stronger than what people perceive them as. I would imagine that you would be more like a giant in your true form with white hair and tuffs of fur. Although you aren't as magically powerful as the NRC students, you are very strong. Actually, you could probably solo all of them in a fight or in an arm wrestle— Ace probably found out and challenged them, he lost, he got thrown on the floor, never again.
Hydra! Reader who has excellent healing abilities that a simple overblot scar couldn't even penetrate their skin. Although you can be passed as a normal human, your two heads in your true form can be a bother, so in your normal form they merged with you and you developed a split personality disorder because of that... Woo?— don't worry though, they won't show until it's in a specific circumstance. Regarding your healing abilities though... Yeah it is very potent and can even revive other beings if they consume your blood, a lot of blood consumed equals immortality, a small amount equals healing any small injuries.
