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Sick puppy

Sick!Medicine Pocket x gn!reader

Just Medicine Pocket being dramatic over a fever and you provoking them a bit.

"(Name), be honest with me. If I die, are you going to take care of my puppies properly?"

You sighed, placing a bowl of warm soup on a small table.

"Medicine Pocket, as long as I'm here, nobody is dying, at least not for a small fever." You placed your hand on their forehead to check if the temperature had decreased slightly.

"You're still burning, idiot. How many times do I have to tell you not to run in the grass like a dog during a storm?" You scolded them, knowing damn well nothing goes inside your partner's thick skull.

"Looking at the bright side, I won't hear Lucy's voice for a few days. I swear that piece of talking metal hates me," They said, hugging their favorite pillow tight.

"The next time you get sick for a stupid reason, I'll sit back and watch you suffer"

"Nosenses. You could never leave me perish alone."

"Oh really? Watch me, Medi. " You respond leaving the room.

"Get well soon my love"

"You can't be serious? Wait- dammit" They tried to stop but were feeling too dizzy to move around.

"Just wait. I'm gonna bite you when I get up," Medicine Pocket thought, frowning at the closed door.

~ two hours later~

You were recognising some old file in a new folder to kill some time proudly waiting to see your lover crawling back to you and admitting how foolish they could be at times.

Lost in your imagination, you didn't notice a tall figure wrapped in a blanket approaching you slowly.

"GOTCHA!"

Medicine Pocket hugged you from behind, pressing their entire bodyweight onto your back.

"What are you doing?" You asked surprised.

"Proving to you that I can take care of myself," they answered, wrapping their arms tighter around your waist.

"And also I promise myself that I will bite you when I catch you"

"What d- MEDICINE POCKET!" Without hesitation, the sick researcher bites the side of your neck, leaving a big mark behind.

"It looks pretty on you... as always." They smirk, admiring the mark like an artwork.

"You must be joking... Did the fever make those shark teeth of your shaper?"

"Hehehe, I think my time is up, I'm going to pass out." You felt yourself pulled behind, landing on their body.

"I knew that you didn't magically recover, you silly"

"I got my revenge, and I'm happy, and also, since when was the floor so soothing?"

You both lay down for a few minutes before, eventually, you had to drag your lover back to bed.

Well, this was longer than what I was planning to write anyway thanks for reading

[3amstoryreader]

Drawing my beautiful muse

[3amstoryreader]

hi- i dont really request stuff so im sorry if this sounds weird or anything but the drought of X fanfics pushes me to the point of begging on my hands and knees for even a drop of writing for him

but like X with a normal human reader?? i remember reading in his lore that he likes getting close to humans- especially ordinary ones and introducing them to arcanum with his machines. and whats closer then dating someone??? so just like random domestic headcannon of X messing with reader with his machines???

i dont sorry if this was hard to understand im extremely brainrotted for X right now lol

Love and machines

X × gn!reader

X loves messing with you with his silly inventions...

I love X too he was one of the first characters that caught my attention when the game was released like he's a playful but dangerous guy(he literally killed a man-) and I like that about him to the point that even today he's my strongest soldier in 80% of my teams

●He gets so excited when you volunteer to test his new invention. X looks at you with sparkly eyes.

●He loves to show you many amazing tricks with his arcane skills.

●X ends up talking for hours when you're interested in the function of a particular machine.

●Since you're just a human and have to rely on technology and your own strength, he constantly creates new inventions to make your life easier.

●X brings you with him to all his interviews showing you off as his precious helper.

●But more than anything he loves to mess around with you every time he gets the chance.

●Morning alarm

"And this was the last component I needed for my new invention, (name) will definitely have it can't wait to see the look on their face" he hummed while setting a strange looking radio on your bedside table

"Everything is set now. The test begins now"

With the help of his arcanum skills, he activated the machine, and loud gunshots echoed in the room.

"(name) WAKE UP! THE SUITCASE WAS AMBUSHED. WE'RE UNDER ATTACK" he screamed, shaking your sleeping body.

"WHAT?" You jumped out of bed, checking around, but no signs of weapons or intruders, just your annoying genius boyfriend laughing at your face.

"The only thing stopping me from throwing this radio on that smug face of yours is my love for you"

"My apologies, but you should have seen the look on your face, darling. It was priceless" he laughed helping you out of bed

"You're impossible" you sighed

"Yet you love me and can't deny that" he replied pinching your left cheek

●Stolen kisses

It was lunchtime, and you found yourself in a peaceful, empty room where you could have your homemade lunch without interruptions.

Unfortunately, when you opened the bowl, you were greeted by gears instead of warm, delicious food.

"X if I get my hands on you I'm going to shave your hair off" you mumbled

"Well, maybe I should leave then. Such a shame though I was here to deliver this lunchbox I found in my bag" The door opened revealing the grey haired inventor holding the food you packed this morning.

"I changed my mind, I would never touch a hair of my handsome genius boyfriend." You tried to sweet talk him into handing back what was yours.

"I know it, hehehe." He approached you, placing the lunchbox in your hands.

"Than-" You paused feeling a pair of soft lips on yours.

"Not so fast, darling. I deserve a little something for saving you from starvation" he kissed you again but this time on the forehead before heading out of the room.

"After you're done eating, I'll show you how to use arcanum to exchange the content of a package. It'll be fun. See you"

You were left dumbfounded delicately touching your lips.

"He sure tries to get on my nerves but I could never have that boy"

Thank you for reading

[3amstoryreader]

Do you.. still do writing requests, actually? I would love to request something from you someday!!!

Sure my requests are always open.

Sometimes it can take me a bit because I have to wait for the ideas to generate in my mind at weird hours like 3 am (should change my username to 3amstorywriter instead)

[3amstoryreader]

Ghost marriage

Click x f!reader

1k words

I saw that in some cultures, they practice ghost marriage where the family offers a bride to a dead member who couldn't get married to put their soul at peace (?)

CW: mention of death and war (nothing too deep tho)

-Not proofread yet

You didn't want to do this, but honestly, you didn't have many choices either.

A few days ago, you came across an interesting newspaper headline:

Families looking for brides for their relatives

Caught by curiosity, you read the whole article. Some families of soldiers and reports who died recently at the front line were looking for someone to marry their sons taken away by the brutality of war.

The idea was kind of weird to you, but your jaw dropped when you saw how much some of them were willing to pay.

Here you were in front of a mirror getting ready for your 'wedding'. The dress was simple, nothing too lavish, and the mother of the groom helped you with the hair and makeup.

"This is just for the soul of a poor boy I'm not actually marrying anyone," you told yourself, but you had to admit you felt a bit guilty. When you showed up at one of the addresses in the newspaper, you were greeted by a sweet couple in their 40s whose son was a journalist hit by a bomb.

They let you in and treated you like their own daughter, showing pictures of their boy and telling you stories of his dreams and achievements.

After a week, everything was ready for the ceremony.

Your thoughts were cut off by a gentle knock on the door.

"Sweetie, everything is ready. You can come out when you're done" said a feminine voice from the other side

"Oh, thank you. I'll be there soon"

You looked at yourself in the mirror for a bit, and then stood up when finally ready to leave.

Out of the room, the woman guided you to a carefully decorated hallway.

"Walk towards and enter the room at the end of the hall inside. You'll see my precious boy"

You walked quietly down the path, and when you reached the door, you took a quick breath, pushing the knob.

You stepped inside what seemed like a small photography/writing studio. There were pictures and draft articles all around the wall, and in the centre, a small table with a picture of the boy you've already seen many times and a ring on it.

You got closer, shutting the door behind you. The jewellery was so pretty and had a beautiful gemstone on it.

CLICK!

The sudden noise made you drop the ring.

"Ah! One sec, need a better angle. Could you pick the ring once more or perhaps put it on? The photo will be prettier this way."

You froze. The boy in the frame was standing... well floating beside you. It was impossible. You must've been turning crazy, right?

"Are you... His spirit, or was all of this a prank?" You asked, trembling.

"Oh... my apologies, I'm still not used to my new form"

He lifted his hand, trying to fix a strand of hair, but his arm passed through you, leaving behind a chilling sensation.

"I am visible but impalpable... This is ideal for a journalist." He bragged with a proud tone

You kind of felt relieved knowing that he couldn't harm you, but still, it didn't change the fact that the ghost of a dead war journalist was in the same room as you.

"How?" You asked

"Well, get yourself comfortable. I'll tell you the story of the photographer who shot the best photo ever" he exclaimed, pointing at a stool near you.

For what felt like hours you listened to Click's tales of his adventures and his principles of photography.

When he wasn't the best journalist, when he was alive and lacked talent and good timing, he never gave up, though, and one day, everything changed.

While exploring the ruins he saw the opportunity of a lifetime, a bomber aircraft.

"I aimed at the sky with a camera similar to this one and shot the best war picture in history, an exploding bomb!" His eyes were literally sparkling with joy.

"Exploding bomb, you said? With means.." You interrupted.

"Yes... The big one framed on the wall was my first and last best photo as a living boy, I guess" he replied

"I was so excited and didn't even notice my lost body"

"I'm sorry for your loss." You didn't know what to say exactly, but the story saddened you.

"Miss, don't be sorry for me. I think it was my fate to look at myself now, I'm a special war correspondent, a position I could have never dreamt of achieving in the past, and my parents are proud of me"

He was right. Why should you be troubled if the dead one himself was so joyful?

"Speaking about my parents, here's your ring. I don't really care about finding a bride to put my soul at rest, keep it as a gift for listening to my story. You can have the money, too, and leave. I'll talk to them on your behalf."

Your eyes widened in surprise, all this time spent chatting made you forget why you were here to begin with.

"You're a nice one. Let me set my camera. I want to capture this moment"

"It's true. I initially came here in need of money, but now I've grown attracted to your parents, and I think I'll stop by often to keep them company and maybe spend more time with you too if it's possible"

He paused, clearly lost in thought for a second.

"What moment?"

"The birth of a new friendship"

"Wait, I'm not ready." You panicked a little.

He placed the camera on a tripod and ran to you.

3

"It doesn't matter. Nothing is better than a photo capturing the real raw essence of a person. At my signal say kaboom..."

"(name), that's my name"

"It suits you. At my signal say kaboom, (name)"

2

1

"KABOOM"

And like this, a strong friendship between a ghost and a girl was born that evening.

Thank you for reading

[3amstoryreader]

I wish there were more active r1999 writer accounts for x readers.. the game is genuinely really good and I find myself missing content of the characters…

REAL

The game has a lot of interesting characters, each one with their unique stories and appearances.

The voice lines are so good that you get the character immediately too.

I wish there were more writers too my dear anon 😔

[3amstoryreader]

Medicine Pocket needs more attention cuz they're so beautiful

I only now realize Medicine Pocket’s hair is down in the Ipstar Cafe collab.

They look so good!

Glasses and hair down combo, this really is peak. I literally never noticed before. I’m such a fake 😅

Plus, they drew a dog on their name tag, that’s adorable.

[3amstoryreader]

Screaming

[3amstoryreader]

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[3amstoryreader]

Your writing is so beautiful!!! I’m not sure I can put it into words!

Thank you dear Anon!!!!

I'll work hard in the future to improve it and write for more characters

[3amstoryreader]

The moon is beautiful, isn't it?

Zima/зима x gn! Reader

"Now... now I'm going out for a walk... The moonlight is... beautiful... It's good for writing... Maybe... you can come with... me... only if you want it."

That was all he said with a voice slightly above a whisper, one that you don't hear much during the day, but every time never failed to charm you in a manner hard to explain with simple words.

He stood at the doorframe, avoiding your gaze, waiting for a response.

"Sure, the moonlight is indeed lovely tonight."

Without a word spoken, he extended his hand towards you. The unusual gesture took you aback instantly, but you gladly held it.

Your fingers intertwined gently together. His palm was soft and delicate yet so cold, almost inhumane. For some reason, you loved this new sensation more than expected. It made you feel warm inside.

Realising you've been standing still for a while, you slowly lifted your head, and your eyes met his. You quickly apologised to avoid misunderstandings.

"I'm sorry I spaced out for a moment"

"..." He didn't say anything, just nodded and gave you a reassuring look, leading the way.

Still thinking about the embarrassing instant, you fail to notice a faint tint of red on his cheeks and ears. Zima felt relieved.

Outside the building, you were both welcomed by the light night breeze caressing your skin.

Under the moonlight, Zima's hair was shining, and his pale skin was glowing. He looked eternal. How could he effortlessly be so beautiful? You wonder never once looking away from the man in front of you.

Only your footsteps on the grass could be heard, and the occasional chirping of Zima's chickadee companion.

You arrived in an isolated spot. Zima guided you to a nearby bench. He sat on it, gesturing for you to sit next to him.

"Zima... writing spot, " he said before taking out a pen and a sheet of paper.

He slowly wrote something and contemplated the words unsure of what to do.

After a few minutes, he gently folded the paper and handed it to you.

"For me? Do I open it now or later?"

"Now... please"

You delicately unfolded it, reading the sentence written on it aloud"

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

It didn't take you much to connect all the dots. This was a love confession.

You looked at the man sitting beside you. His face was buried in the scarf wrapped around his neck, and his once pale skin had now turned into a lovely shade of pink.

The words left your mouth immediately without a second thought.

"I love you too, Zima."

You moved your face forward, your lips almost touching his, but he was faster. His hand softly pushed the back of your head and your lips collided.

The kiss was slow and sweet, full of hidden feelings now unveiling with each passing second.

He didn't want to let go of you. This moment felt too good to be real. Months spent trying to find the right words to express what his heart felt for you were now rewarded.

Zima was thankful to you. After years spent in isolation, he never thought he would be able to love and have a chance to be loved back.

You broke the kiss, gasping for air, and he leaned to your ear, whispering something.

"You... mean the whole world and... universe to Zima"

Thank you for reading

[3amstoryreader]

[3amstoryreader]

So cute 💕

Hello I fell in love with your writing.

So... I was wondering if I could request the dorms leader and vice with a reader who's shy and gets embarrassed easily.

Remember to stay hydrated and take care

a/n: hello! im really happy to hear that you love my writing! it means a lot to me <3 and thank you for the reminder, it's very sweet of you! hope you'll enjoy reading this! (i didn't include idia in here.)

- RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

• At first, Riddle didn’t quite understand how someone could be so shy, especially when Y/N would freeze up or stumble on her words every time he complimented her or even looked at her a little too long.

• But once he realized she wasn’t being distant, just genuinely flustered, he started finding it endearingly adorable. His heart would skip a beat every time her face turned pink at the smallest things.

• He tries to act composed, but whenever Y/N hides her face behind her hands or sleeves, Riddle’s ears turn red too. He’ll clear his throat and pretend to be unaffected, but the softness in his voice always gives him away:

“There’s no need to be embarrassed... I think it’s cute.”

• When Y/N nervously tries to thank him for something (like a surprise gift or a sweet word), stuttering shyly, Riddle gently takes her hand and says, “You don’t have to force yourself to speak. Just your smile is enough for me.”

• Riddle becomes incredibly protective of her feelings. If anyone teases her or puts her on the spot, even jokingly, he immediately shuts it down with a firm voice and sharp glare.

“She doesn’t need to answer. Back off.”

• He lowers his tone when he talks to her, especially when she’s nervous. His voice becomes gentler, more careful. He’ll kneel a little, just to match her eye level and reassure her, “There’s no rush. Take your time, Y/N.”

• When she hides behind him in social situations or clutches his sleeve quietly, Riddle is secretly over the moon. He’ll straighten up a little, proud to be her safe place.

“You can stay close to me all you want.”

• He’s surprisingly affectionate in private, kissing her knuckles or forehead instead of lips, because he knows a sudden kiss might overwhelm her. He watches her reactions closely, always asking softly, “Was that alright?”

• The first time she shyly gave him a compliment, he was so stunned that he became the flustered one, completely red in the face, fidgeting with his collar and stammering, “T-Thank you... I wasn’t expecting that..”

• Despite his strict, rule-abiding image, Riddle is incredibly patient with Y/N’s shy nature. He learns how to read her body language, notices when she’s overwhelmed, and always gives her space, or pulls her gently close when he knows she needs comfort.

• “You don’t have to be anyone else around me,” he says with sincerity in his eyes. “Even if you never raise your voice or stand in the spotlight... I love you just like this.”

- TREY CLOVER:

• Trey noticed her shyness pretty early on. At first, he thought she was just quiet, but the way she flushed pink at the smallest compliments or stumbled over her words made it clear, she was adorably shy.

• He finds it endearing, not a flaw. In fact, he enjoys how genuine she is. There’s no performative confidence, just raw, unfiltered reactions that warm his heart.

• He’s gentle in his approach. Trey rarely teases her, knowing how easy it is to make her flustered. Instead, he uses soft compliments and comforting touches that don’t overwhelm her.

• Sometimes he’ll lean a little closer during conversations just to watch the blush bloom across her cheeks, a small amused smile playing on his lips. It’s not meant to tease, it’s his way of quietly adoring her.

• If she gets overwhelmed in crowds or loud situations, he’ll guide her somewhere quieter without making a big deal out of it. He’s great at reading her body language, even when she doesn’t speak up.

• When she does something brave, like initiating a hug or giving him a shy compliment, he treasures those moments deeply. They mean even more to him because he knows how hard they are for her.

• He’s protective in a calm, understated way. If someone pokes fun at her or tries to get a rise out of her embarrassment, Trey steps in with a gentle but firm tone that makes it clear she’s off-limits.

• At the same time, he encourages her growth. Whether it’s trying something new or being more open with her feelings, he supports her gently, never pushing too hard.

• In private, he’ll hold her close and murmur, “You don’t have to change a thing, you know?” Because to Trey, her softness is something to be cherished, not fixed.

- LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

• At first, Leona was confused. He wasn’t used to people being so quiet around him, especially not someone who actually liked him. He thought she was scared of him or just awkward.. until he realized she got flustered over the smallest things.

• Like when he casually called her “herbivore” in a lower tone, and she turned bright red and couldn’t look him in the eye for ten whole minutes.

• Leona pretends not to care, but oh, he absolutely notices how she gets all pink and jittery when he gets too close or compliments her without warning. He eats it up like it’s the best part of his day.

• He’ll lean against a doorway with a lazy smirk and say something like, “Why’re you turnin’ red over something that small?” while getting secretly smug that he has that kind of effect on her.

• Leona is surprisingly patient with her. He doesn’t push her to talk too much or change who she is, but he does tease her just to see that bashful reaction again.

• And he loves catching her staring at him when she thinks he’s not looking. When he turns to meet her gaze, she instantly panics, and he just chuckles low in his throat, amused.

• If she ever gets too overwhelmed, he’ll just toss an arm around her shoulders and grumble, “Relax. You don’t have to impress me. Just be you.” (Which somehow makes her even more flustered.)

• When she tries to be bold, like reaching for his hand or whispering something sweet, Leona will stop what he’s doing and stare at her for a second, before letting a rare, sincere smile creep across his face.

• “Heh. Took you long enough.” he’ll murmur, ruffling her hair.

• He never admits it out loud, but her shy demeanor is one of the few soft things he lets into his life. It reminds him that not everything needs to be loud and aggressive, sometimes, affection can be quiet, pink-cheeked, and full of stolen glances.

- RUGGIE BUCCHI:

• He thinks she's the cutest thing alive.

From the very first time he saw Y/N get flustered over something small, like accidentally brushing hands with him or stuttering during a compliment, he was hooked. Her shy reactions are like candy to him.

• He teases her all. the. time.

But it’s never cruel. He’ll say something smooth like,

“Aww, yer cheeks are red again~ What’d I do this time, huh?”

He has a toothy grin the entire time, especially when she starts fumbling over her words trying to deny it.

• He’s touchy, and her shy nature makes him even more so.

Ruggie casually throws his arm over her shoulders or hugs her from behind without warning. He knows she’ll squeak or go stiff for a second, but that’s part of why he does it.

It's playful, but there’s something protective beneath the surface.

• Y/N's sitting beside him? He’ll slowly scoot closer just to watch her react.

And if she says nothing, he just smirks and goes,

“So you like me being this close now, huh?”

• In private, he starts with soft pecks at first, especially when she's still getting used to physical affection. But once he knows she can handle it (or not), he’ll sneak in sudden cheek kisses in public just to see her flustered face.

Bonus: if he's feeling mischievous, he’ll give Y/N a gentle love bite near her neck and then run away laughing as she melts from embarrassment.

• He lives to get reactions out of her.

Embarrassed giggles? Nervous little glances? That’s gold to him. But if he ever takes it too far, and she looks genuinely overwhelmed, he instantly softens and backs off.

“Hey, hey, my bad, buncha teasing too much, huh? C’mere. I didn’t mean to fry your circuits.”

• Protective and proud.

He might act chill, but he watches out for Y/N constantly. If anyone ever tries to mock her for being quiet or magicless, he’s quick to shut that down with a pointed glare and a hand around her waist.

• Loves cuddling her close because she's so reactive. He likes spooning her from behind, nuzzling into her shoulder and whispering silly things just to make her flustered while she's trapped in his arms.

“Yer heart’s beatin’ fast, huh~? I didn’t even do anything yet...”

• He lowkey brags about how cute she is to others. He’ll casually tell Jack things like,

“You shoulda seen her, man. She turned pink just ‘cause I kissed her cheek. Ain’t that adorable?”

• But deep down? He respects Y/N's boundaries fiercely. Despite how much he teases, Ruggie never pushes her to be someone she's not. He loves her exactly the way she is, even if she's shy, red-faced, and can’t meet his eyes when he compliments her.

“You don’t gotta say anything. I can tell just by lookin’ atcha—you like me back, huh? Shyeheheh. Don’t worry... I’ll take care of ya.”

- AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

● The first thing Azul noticed about Y/N wasn't her shyness, it was her voice. Soft-spoken, careful, polite. She had this gentle, almost hesitant way of speaking that drew his attention immediately in a world full of loud, chaotic students.

● At first, he thought her shyness was just nerves, after all, most students were wary of the "octo-merchant." But the more he observed her, the more he realized she was like this with everyone. It fascinated him.

● Once in a relationship with her, Azul found her shy nature both endearing and unexpectedly powerful. Her reactions, blushes, averting her eyes, flustered stammering, could leave him momentarily speechless (and that’s saying something).

● Y/N fidgeting with the hem of her uniform or hiding her face when flustered? Azul’s glasses always fog up mysteriously around those moments. Must be a “climate issue,” certainly not because his heart skipped a beat.

● Teasing her became his guilty pleasure. He doesn’t go overboard, but he enjoys brushing his fingers lightly against her hand during study sessions or leaning just a little too close during conversations to watch her ears turn red.

● Whenever she compliments him, even with the tiniest, "You look really nice today"—Azul short-circuits internally. He hides it well on the surface, responding with a suave “Why, thank you, darling,” but inside, he’s melting.

● When Y/N's embarrassed, she sometimes buries her face in her hands or tuck herself into his coat. Azul secretly adores this. He’ll drape an arm around her protectively and murmur reassuring things like,

“There’s no need to hide. You look adorable when you’re flustered, you know..."

● Public displays of affection? Azul keeps it classy and subtle, which works perfectly for her. He’ll guide her gently with a hand on her back, brush a kiss across her knuckles when no one’s looking, or whisper a compliment so only she can hear.

● If someone teases her too harshly, expect Azul to step in with a calm but chillingly polite retort that sends them scurrying. He’s extremely protective and won’t tolerate anyone making her uncomfortable.

● Azul gets genuinely flustered when she initiates anything first, be it holding his hand, giving him a shy peck on the cheek, or suddenly hugging him. He’ll freeze for a moment, ears going pink behind his glasses, before clearing his throat and softly holding her closer.

● He has a very soft spot for when she falls asleep near him. Seeing her curled up, relaxed and unguarded in his presence, tugs at something deep within him, because it means she feels safe with him.

● His love language for someone shy like Y/N is acts of service and words of affirmation. He’ll prepare her tea the way she likes it, carry her books, offer her his coat when she looks cold, and always reassures her with gentle words.

“You don’t have to say much, my pearl. I understand you.”

● In private, Azul is extremely affectionate. She’d never guess just how warm and clingy he becomes behind closed doors, resting his head on her shoulder, holding her hand under the blankets, whispering praises in her ear while she hides her burning face in his chest.

● Overall, he treats Y/N's shyness not as a flaw, but as something beautifully delicate. Something worth protecting. Worth cherishing.

“I suppose I should thank fate... for allowing me to be the only one who sees these rare sides of you.”

- JADE LEECH:

• Jade was intrigued from the very beginning. Among the chaos of NRC, Y/N stood out, not because she demanded attention, but because she didn’t.

• Her quiet presence, gentle politeness, and the way her eyes always flicked down when someone looked too closely at her caught his interest. She's shy, but not weak. That fascinated him.

• It started as curiosity. Then, he noticed how easily her cheeks flushed whenever he leaned just a little too close, how her words stumbled when he complimented her. That’s when he knew: “How delightful... you’re adorable when flustered.”

• How he reacts to her shyness? Oh, he loves it. Jade finds her reactions absolutely enthralling.

• He will lean in closer than necessary when talking to her, just to see that pretty blush on her face bloom.

• She drops something? He’s kneeling beside her in a second, voice low and calm:

“Let me help you, Y/N... You really are quite charming like this.”

• He doesn’t tease loudly like Floyd. His methods are subtle, soft smiles, brushing his gloved fingers against hers, murmured compliments near her ear.

• Jade prefers subtlety in public. He’ll tuck a strand of hair behind her ear with a faint smirk, place his hand lightly on the small of her back when guiding her through Octavinelle, or offer her his arm like a gentleman.

• But he watches. If anyone else makes Y/N uncomfortable or flusters her in a way he doesn’t approve of? They’ll be politely warned... with a soft smile and a terrifying glint in his eyes.

“You do understand... Y/N is already spoken for, yes?”

• In private, he’s more forward, but still elegant. She’ll be on the couch in his room, and he’ll brush her hair back while staring at her like she's a rare flower.

• His voice lowers when they're alone. It’s soft, slow, and a little bit dangerous when he wants to see her squirm.

“Ah... you’re blushing again. Such a fragile thing... must I be more gentle?”

• His love language is acts of service 100%. He brings her tea he brewed himself, food made with careful attention to her tastes. Sometimes he’ll offer to help with her NRC assignments, more because he wants to spend quiet time with her than anything else.

• Words of affirmation, whispered softly. His compliments are always just specific enough to catch her off guard:

“You looked especially radiant in that uniform today, Y/N.”

• He enjoys physical affection, but he's slow and deliberate about it. Gloved fingers brushing her cheek, resting her hand in his as he strokes her knuckles.

• He lives for the way she trembles slightly when he gets close.

• Jade is a patient kisser, slow, languid, and calculated. He takes his time.

• He’ll start with a soft kiss to her forehead or knuckles, watching her reaction, before leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss that's gentle yet possessive.

• If she's flustered, he’ll chuckle softly.

“Are you alright, little pearl? You seem a bit breathless.”

• When Y/N's overwhelmed or anxious, Jade will calmly take her hand and lead her away from the noise. He doesn’t pry, she doesn’t need to speak unless she wants to.

• He’ll sit beside her, letting the silence grow warm and steady. Then he’ll offer a glass of water or a gentle touch, always watching her with a knowing, tender expression.

- KALIM AL-ASIM:

• Kalim didn’t even notice at first how flustered she got, because he’s always so bubbly, expressive, and full of energy. He’d greet her with a big wave and a “Hi, Y/N!” completely unaware that she turned ten shades of red just from hearing his voice.

• The moment he realized how easily embarrassed she was? He was delighted. Not in a mean way, he just thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

• He’d lean in excitedly to tell her something and then pause mid-sentence, grinning brightly when he noticed how she covered her mouth or looked away bashfully.

• “Ah! You’re blushing again! That means I must’ve said something sweet, right?”

• Kalim loves giving her compliments. All the time. Whether it’s her outfit, her smile, her voice, even her handwriting. And each time she tries to deflect or hide her face, he just laughs warmly and says something like,

• “You don’t have to be shy, Y/N! I really mean it!”

• He’s incredibly affectionate, but once he understands how shy she is, he adjusts. He becomes more gentle and slower with physical contact, especially in public. He’ll still grab her hand excitedly but will quickly notice if she stiffens or starts blushing furiously and will ease into it with a sweet, “Oops—sorry! Is this okay?”

• Kalim gets protective in his own way, if someone teases her too harshly or tries to embarrass her on purpose, his sunshine demeanor fades just a little.

• “Hey! That wasn’t funny. Y/N’s really sweet, so be nice, okay?”

• When she tries to do something brave like give him a gift or tell him something from the heart, he gasps dramatically and twirls her around (if she lets him).

• “You’re so amazing, Y/N! You’re always trying so hard! I love that about you!”

• Her shyness doesn’t frustrate him, it inspires him. Kalim genuinely admires how even small efforts take a lot of courage for her, and he never fails to let her know he appreciates them.

• If she ever gets overwhelmed in social situations, Kalim will cheerfully shield her from attention by talking a mile a minute to distract people, pulling her gently by the wrist and whisking her somewhere calmer with a big smile.

• “Let’s go get some juice! Just you and me, okay?”

• And every night before he falls asleep, he thinks about the way she looked when she got flustered that day and mumbles into his pillow,

• “Man... she’s adorable.”

- JAMIL VIPER:

• At first, Jamil didn’t quite know what to make of her. She was polite, soft-spoken, and respectful, too respectful. He’d talk, and she’d look away or nod quickly, like she was trying not to be a bother.

• “..Why does she always look like I just scolded her?”

• It took him a while to realize... she wasn’t intimidated, just shy. And once he understood that, his whole perspective shifted.

• Jamil is incredibly observant. He notices everything: how she clutches her sleeve when nervous, how her voice wavers when speaking directly to him, how she immediately looks down whenever he gives her the faintest bit of praise.

• He teases her at first, subtly. A little smirk, a slightly lower voice.

• “You’re awfully red, Y/N. Should I take a step back, or do you like me this close?”

• Her startled reaction made him chuckle for the rest of the day.

• Despite his sarcasm, Jamil actually finds her innocence very grounding. In a world where people hide their intentions, Y/N’s emotions are always written across her face. It’s honest. Refreshing.

• He’s careful with physical affection. He respects her boundaries without needing to be told. When she flinches or stammers, he simply backs off with a calm nod, no pressure, no awkwardness. He lets her set the pace.

• But when she does reach for his hand first, or says something boldly from the heart, he freezes up for a second.

• “You... really mean that?”

• And when she nods shyly, he looks away with ears slightly red, muttering,“Tch... don’t just say stuff like that so casually.”

• He knows she gets embarrassed easily, so he often whispers sweet things just low enough for only her to hear. In public, he stays composed, but in private?

• “You looked really cute today. Especially when you tried to talk to Kalim and forgot what you were saying halfway.”

• If someone else flusters her on purpose, his protective instincts kick in immediately. His smile goes cold, and his voice sharpens: “Maybe find someone else to bother. She’s not part of your entertainment.”

• Jamil won’t admit it aloud, but her timid affection makes him feel special. She doesn’t open up to many people, but she chose him.

• And every time she shyly calls his name with that gentle voice, he turns his head just slightly, smile tugging at his lips.

• “Yeah, I’m listening. Don’t hold back.”

- VIL SCHOENHEIT:

• When Vil first met her, he assumed her timid behavior was just an act, a way to manipulate others into feeling protective.

• But after observing her for a while, he realized... no. That quietness, the bashful glances, the flushed cheeks, it was all genuine.

• And that’s what caught him off guard.

• She wasn’t trying to charm anyone. She genuinely looked down when complimented. She tucked her hair behind her ear when nervous. She said “thank you” so softly it barely reached his ears."Such a modest little thing... How rare."

• At first, he tries to “fix” it.

“Posture. Chin up. Confidence is a form of beauty, my dear.”

But when he sees her flustered and nervously trying her best, he softens.

• Soon, he realizes... he likes how she hides her face in her hands when he calls her beautiful. He loves how she gets so red when he brushes her hair out of her eyes. He adores the way she stammers when he leans in a bit too close just to tease her.

• Vil becomes fiercely protective of her comfort. He’ll speak on her behalf at social events, subtly guide her away from the spotlight, and warn others with a single sharp look if they overwhelm her.

• But he also wants her to grow. He doesn’t want her to stay hidden forever.

He encourages her, gently.

“You don’t need to speak loudly, Y/N. You just need to be heard.”

And when she finally does speak up, even if it’s just a whisper louder than usual, he gives her a rare and genuine smile.

• Her shyness became his favorite secret indulgence.

• Sometimes, Vil will purposely compliment her in front of others just to see her flustered. He smirks like it’s a victory every time she turns pink.

“You should see yourself right now, liebchen... positively glowing.”

• And when she compliments him back?

His breath catches. He hides it behind a smirk, but internally he's reeling.

“Did she just say that with a straight face? She’s dangerous...”

• He takes immense pride in being the only one she opens up to. When she starts laughing more freely, standing a little closer, or touching his sleeve while talking, Vil treasures it like a rare jewel.

• And he always, always makes time to tell her: "You don’t need to change for me. But I hope you’ll let me show you just how radiant you are.”

- ROOK HUNT:

• Rook noticed it instantly, the way Y/N’s eyes darted down, her voice softened, and her shoulders subtly tensed whenever he got too close or offered a compliment.

• He found it utterly enchanting.

• Rather than being discouraged by her shyness, Rook became even more intrigued.

• After all, beauty lies in the subtleties of human emotion, and what could be more delicate than a flustered heart trying to hide itself?

• He would speak to her with poetic affection, smiling warmly when she looked away with pink cheeks.

• “Ah, ma colombe timide~ Even your silence sings a melody,” he’d say, fully aware it would fluster her more.

• Rook never pushes her boundaries. Despite his dramatic flair, he respects her space.

• If she ever grew quiet or overwhelmed, he’d tone down his energy and simply offer a peaceful presence by her side, like a silent guardian of her comfort.

• Whenever she covers her face in embarrassment, he gently pries her hands away just enough to meet her eyes.

• “Do not hide such a precious expression, mon amour~ It is a gift I treasure.”

• He keeps a mental notebook of everything that makes her flustered, from small touches, to surprise compliments, to how she reacts when he kisses her hand, and uses them strategically (but tenderly) to make her smile.

• If anyone else teases her for being shy, Rook’s tone sharpens instantly.

• “One must not mistake gentleness for weakness,” he’d say coolly, his green eyes gleaming. “There is great strength in a heart so tender.”

• In private moments, when she works up the courage to compliment or kiss him first, Rook is genuinely taken aback, even a little shy himself.

• He always treasures these moments as rare and beautiful, almost like witnessing a wild deer step toward him of its own will.

• He often leaves her love notes in her room, written with beautifully calligraphed French lines and poetic metaphors, letting her feel his affection even when he’s not there.

• It gives her space to react privately, something he knows she appreciates.

• Most of all, Rook never stops being in awe of her.

• Her shyness isn’t something to “fix” to him, it’s a facet of her unique charm, one that deserves to be admired, respected, and gently adored.

- MALLEUS DRACONIA:

• At first, Malleus found Y/N’s shyness curious, even perplexing.

• Why did she avert her gaze? Why did she grow so red in the face when he merely greeted her with a polite “Good evening, Child of Man”?

• But the more time he spent with her, the more he realized that her gentle hesitation wasn’t rudeness.... it was timid affection.

• And once he understood that, his fascination with her grew exponentially.

• He speaks softly around her, rare for someone so naturally regal, because he notices how she relaxes when his voice is calm and low.

• His usual grandiose manner of speech becomes softer and slower, as if savoring every word he shares with her.

• Malleus doesn’t tease her when she gets flustered. No, he watches with wide, thoughtful eyes, as though her blush is some ancient, beautiful magic he’s never encountered before.

• “Your face grows warm again... Is it because of me?” he asks, earnestly.

• And when she hides behind her hands? “How intriguing.”

• Despite how intimidating others find him, he is exceptionally gentle with Y/N.

• He never looms or raises his voice around her. Instead, he leans down slightly when speaking to her, patiently waiting for her to respond, even if it takes time.

• He treasures her soft-spoken nature. It reminds him of the quiet nights in Briar Valley, filled with the rustling of leaves and glowing fireflies.

• When she gets overwhelmed in crowds or around the more chaotic students, he silently places himself beside her, a protective yet calming presence.

• No one dares bother her when Malleus is nearby.

• One time, Y/N stuttered while giving him a handmade gift. She was so embarrassed she nearly ran off—

• But Malleus gently caught her hand and said, with a small smile:“This... is the first time someone outside my castle has given me something from the heart. Thank you.”

• Every time she initiates something, whether it’s brushing his hand or whispering his name, he treasures it like it’s a blessing.

• He knows her love takes courage, and that makes it sacred to him.

• In private, when the moon is high and only the two of them remain awake, Malleus sometimes murmurs things that leave her completely red:“You are the only one I wish to spend centuries beside.”

• “...Ah. Your ears turned pink again.”

• He doesn't entirely understand the nuances of human modesty or embarrassment, but he learns. For her.

• And slowly, he becomes someone who not only loves her, but also protects the softness of her heart.

- LILIA VANROUGE:

• At first, Lilia finds Y/N’s bashful nature utterly adorable. The way she stammers when complimented or turns pink when flustered? He’s absolutely charmed.

He chuckles softly every time she hides her face in her hands, like a flower that folds its petals at night.

• He teases her constantly, but it’s always gentle. Nothing too much, just enough to make her face turn a little red and her eyes avert.

He’ll whisper things like,

“Oh my, what a rare sight~ Your cheeks are blooming like roses again.”

• Despite his playful attitude, Lilia is surprisingly attentive to her comfort zone. He never crosses any lines.

If she starts trembling or shrinking away, he immediately backs off with a genuine, reassuring smile.

“There, there. I won’t tease too much today. You’ve had enough excitement, haven’t you?”

• When Y/N hides behind her hands or buries her face in his cloak, Lilia leans in closer with a mischievous grin.

“Hiding from me, are you~? But I’m afraid I’ll find you every time, my little bat~”

• He always notices the tiniest signs of her discomfort. If her voice gets too quiet or her fingers start fiddling nervously, he’ll gently redirect the conversation or find a way to make her laugh to ease the tension.

• Lilia’s protective instincts are sharp, though disguised behind playfulness.

If someone makes her uncomfortable or pushes her boundaries, his eyes go from playful to sharp as daggers in an instant, though he handles it with graceful, chilling politeness.

• When she initiates affection for once, maybe a surprise hand-hold or kiss on the cheek, Lilia is visibly delighted.

He laughs gently, clearly touched, and praises her softly.“So bold today, aren’t you? I must be the luckiest ancient fae alive.”

• If Y/N apologizes for being “too shy” or says she feels like a burden, Lilia gently cups her cheeks, looks her straight in the eyes, and says with unexpected seriousness:“You are perfect just as you are. There’s no need to change, my precious songbird.”

• He also encourages her to take small steps forward in her confidence, in ways that feel safe and affirming.

“Speak your mind, love. I’ll be right here to cheer you on.”

• Lilia’s affection is soft and playful, like starlight on quiet water. He adores that Y/N is shy, because to him, it makes every smile, every whisper, and every gentle touch feel rare and precious.

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Masterlist

Welcome to my blog, my dear night reader.

I like to write cute scenarios and a bit of angst

English is not my first language

○Medicine Pocket

-Medicine Pocket as your partner pt.1

-Medicine Pocket as your partner pt.2

-No matter what, we'll be together

-I know I'm an asshole, I'm sorry...

-A coversation between Medicine Pocket and Enigma

-A little break won't hurt

-From the start

-Sick puppy

●Name Day

-A little break won't hurt

-Name Day/Leonid as your boyfriend

-Found you, Mr. Raccoon

-Name Day/Leonid as a father (coming soon)

●Hissabeth

-A little break won't hurt

●X

-A little break won't hurt

-Love and machines

●Zima

-The moon is beautiful, isn't it?

●Tennant

-coming soon

●Click

-Ghost marriage

Maybe I'll add more characters in the future 😛

[3amstoryreader]

From the start

Art by @/envy_NB on twitter

They fell first and harder

From the start by Laufey is now playing...

When did it begin? Was my heart always racing like this when they spoke to me?

Whenever you don't pay attention to me because of some stupid idiot my chest feels so heavy. I hate this feeling, but I don't want to get rid of it. Not yet.

I think it all started the day we met

"Excuse me, I'm looking for the head of the biological department, Medicine Pocket. Do you know where they are?"

"Right in front of you. (name), correct? Lucy mentioned your name a few times"

"Yes, I recently got a promotion and was assigned as your assistant for the new prototype project"

"You look quite competent, I like it. Bring these papers to the front desk, and after following me to the lab"

You showed up out of breath but with a determined look in your eyes ready to work as my assistant.

Now I remember those eyes. Something about them caught my attention from the very start.

You followed all my instructions without questioning, listened to me carefully, and noticed small details about me that nobody usually cared about.

"MedPoc I bought you a chamomile to help you rest a bit"

Nobody even dared to find where I was late at night, but you came, brought a drink and a blanket.

"MedPoc, I walked the dogs out for you they're sure full of energy just like you"

Uh? I didn't ask you to do it. Why are you so kind to me?

"MedPoc! Are you okay? How many times do I have to tell you not to test new drugs on yourself without me around"

Oh? I know, but even if I were one step from death, you'd come and help me. I feel dizzy right now. I'll close my eyes and let you take care of me (name)

"You're really something, one day testing drugs and the other using your blood for analysis. Look at you shamelessly passed out on the floor"

...

"You're finally awake, MedPoc. Here's your favorite chewing toy and a special homemade meal good for anaemic people like a certain long-haired researcher"

"Thank you idiot"

"You're welcome dumbass"

"Hey!"

"What? You call me like that all day"

"You're lucky I like you"

"Did you say something?"

"Who? me?"

"MedPoc..."

Now that I think about it, when did you start using that nickname? Either way, I like it.

Say my name once more it makes me feel special and loved.

Maybe we were meant to be. I can't imagine my day without you by my side. Who's going to proofread my research? Who's gonna tie my hair when I'm too busy? Who's gonna smile at me each morning when they see me...

(name) I confess I loved you from the start

Please never leave my side because I need you.

I didn't know what to write but I hope you enjoyed reading :D

Full art

[3amstoryreader]

I need new ideas

Someone pls give me something to write

[3amstoryreader]