Could I Get An Autistic Coded Reader With Autistic Coded Malleus (or Sebek If You'd Rather)

Could I get an autistic coded reader with autistic coded malleus (or sebek if you'd rather)

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Autistic-coded Malleus with an Autistic-Coded Reader

You and Malleus get along like a house on fire. The two of you could get lost in conversation for hours on end, talking of everything and anything that caught your or his attention. It didn’t matter if had no idea what he was speaking of, nor if he knew what you spoke of either. The simple joy each of you saw in each other’s faces was more than enough for each of you to be filled with the desire to hear *more*, to greedily eat up the tenderest of expressions, the excitement that special interests brought, the energy that passionate discussions in the dead of night brought.

Long walks that happened well past curfew, when campus was quiet and the buzz of a school in operation couldn’t overload your senses, was time set aside just for the two of you. This routine had settled into being part of your daily life at Night Raven College, something that had become sacred between you and Malleus.

“Prefect,” was how he’d greet you each time, with an incline of his head, voice a soft murmur. Each time he’d off you his arm and you’d take his hand or grab onto the cuff of his blazer sleeve, depending on how much direct touch bothered you that day. On days when speaking cost you too much labor, your throat clamped up with the exhaustion of the day, he’d speak enough for the both of you, leading you on the usual circuit around campus.

He always felt warm and sheltered in these moments with you, the world seeming to contain only the two of you under the light of the stars and dimmed school buildings. Sheltered by the knowledge that you always listened, even on days when you didn’t utter a word. You spoke loud enough without ever opening your mouth: the glitter of excitement in your eyes when he told you about his latest research, the way your lips would tug into a smile when he told you about new gargoyles, how you would squeeze his fingers when he remembered something you had told him. He always remembered everything you told him. Spoken and unspoken.

On days you had more than enough energy to spare regaling him with tales of your adventures around NRC, the two of you would sit in Ramshackle’s living room, and he’d drink in your every word. His eyes would be focused on you the whole while, contently taking in your every expression, endeared with every raise in volume your excitement brought as you talked. And when you’d laughed, unguarded, at him for being so focused on you, he’d take the teasing in stride. He’d tease you in turn when you would play with his fingers, fidget with the cuffs on his clothes instead of your own. Luxuriating in the feeling of home, of someone he could be with, without preconceptions, without misunderstandings, with masking.

Bonus Content: Autistic Malleus Headcanons

- His difficulties understanding social cues was exasperated by the triple threat of his isolated upbringing, his severely limited knowledge of modern human society, and the image that everyone has of him as the lil-powerful crown prince of Briar Valley.

- The ones who understand Malleus’s cues and habits best are Lilia and Silver. Due to Malleus’s position as crown prince and the expectations of this role upon him, however, Malleus still finds himself unable to really be his full self around them and maintains a certain facade around them too.

- The first person that Malleus fully feels comfortable being his full self around is you, the player from the game. You truly understand him and listen to him. You had no preconceptions to place upon him.

- The autistic traits that affect Malleus the most are fixation, rigidity, and social difficulty.

- Due to the expectations of crown prince placed upon him and the perceptions placed upon him by others as a powerful, regal figure, no one but you, the player from the game, realize how difficult it is for Malleus to socialize or adjust his steadfast beliefs.

(A/N): Since autism is a spectrum of traits unique to every autistic person, I ended up basing the reader’s autistic traits on how I personally experience autism. Hope that’s okay!

It’s hard not to be dragged down when you write such a compelling case for General Lilia. I’m still pretending that I didn’t suddenly simped for him for a half hour after declaring I don’t get why people simp for Lilia like an utter clown. It’s all a fever dream that never happened if I pretend hard enough

Enemies to lovers where you constantly fight with General Lilia Vanrouge on the front lines and then one day you both just have enough, yelling at each other and then somehow you end up with his lips on yours, pouring all his frustration and the emotions he can't show on the battlefield into the kiss. His words are cold and distant but you can feel his expression soften when he looks at you. He doesn't want you to notice so he just keeps distracting you with his kisses. Imagine burying your fingers in his long hair and he nibbles at your lip gently with his little fae fangs. He has his back pressed against a tree with his legs wrapped around your waist and you can feel him sighing into the kiss. For just a moment he doesn't have to be the general anymore, now that he's away from all eyes but yours. He's still confused about how he feels but he's locked his emotions deep inside his heart below his armor because there's no place for them on the battlefield. Every kiss has him yearning for another because for months, maybe even years on end he's only known wounds and pain. You separate your lips from him to take a breath and he's almost instinctively trying to pull you into another kiss. He's touch-starved and lonely and angry and so terribly confused. Baul calls out for him to discuss the strategy for the coming day, unaware of how much the fearsome general just let his guard down in the shadow of the trees in a desperate attempt to feel something other than whatever cold emotions war brought along. He doesn't leave without pressing a kiss to your forehead, softer than all the previous ones and he returns to his cold expression and leaves without a word but you can't help but feel like this is the start of something troublesome.

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May I request Azul with a reader who loves to take photos? Like they have a camera and love capturing memories of those around them with it

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Azul With A Reader Who Loves Taking Photos

Word Count: 946 Words

(A/N): I hope you like it! Reader was written to be Yuu/Player character. It’s, uh, also a little more hurt/comfort than intended. Oops.

Azul has a vendetta against you and your camera.

When you first arrived at Night Raven College, he hadn’t paid any mind whatsoever to your proclivity to photograph absolutely everything that moved with the ghost camera that Headmaster Crowley had bestowed upon you. Photography was a task that was placed upon you - supposedly - and he hadn’t known you as anything other than the magicless student from another world that had been moved into Ramshackle Dorm.

And then you were a sort of acquaintance that insisted on friendship with every sorry student that went through an overblot and the sight of you at Octavinelle with the ghost camera on a lanyard around your neck became a near permanent fixture of his everyday routine ever since he’d paid you back during the whole winter break incident. At first, he didn’t mind your constantly asking for photos. Having a tangible remembrance of occasions like the school festivals and events was something Crowley had asked of you, after all. It didn’t hurt to pose for photos when you were a natural at photography, either.

Lately, however…he could not seem to go more than a few minutes without you constantly calling out to him: “Azul! Hey, Azul! Let’s take a picture together!”

He simply could not wrap his mind around how it had become routine for you to photograph every little thing so incessantly. The constant sound of the shutter on your camera had set him so on edge that he’d even gone as far as banning photography from the Mostro Lounge for a full week, until the protests of the students that enjoyed being able to show off their meals on Magicam had done a hefty blow to his profits for the month.

Even today, during your near daily visit to Octavinelle, you photographed everything from the twins escorting you to his office, the tea Jade served you before exiting with Floyd in tow, to even him retaking his seat to resume working after greeting you. He could hardly focus on the numbers he was reviewing in the lounge ledgers in anticipation of what he knew you would inevitably ask him.

“Azul! Hey, Azul! Let’s take a picture together!”

Sighing, internally chastising the part of himself that could not bring itself to be terse with you, Azul set his pen down.

“Prefect. I am trying to work. You visit knowing that you can keep me company as long as you do not interrupt my work.”

“Yea, but,” you fidget and he decidedly does not smile at your pouting, “you should take a break now and then, Azul. I’m always telling you that. Besides, it’s bad for your eyes to be staring at such tiny numbers for so long.”

“And your suggestion to take a break comes in the form of asking me for yet another photo?”

You huff, as he expects. You fidget with the buttons on your camera as your pout deepens into a frown, which he also expects. He does not, however, expect you to curl in on yourself like a blown out candle, gaze dropping to the floor.

“I just want to have proof of the things that made me happy while I was here, Azul. I…hadn’t realized that I’d been asking you for so many pictures. Sorry.”

It’s such a simple, innocuous apology. Remorseful and definitely something that he did not want to hear come out of your mouth. The reminder of your temporary residence in his world, the realization that you treasured him more than he had thought and he’d belittled your feelings for him, hit him with the cold slap of instant regret.

“No,” he stood abruptly, startling you just as much as the instant regret left him reeling with the need to make amends. “No, there is no need to apologize. I’ve had a long day and I took it out on you.”

He beckons you to him, opting to walk to you instead when he sees how you hesitate with your camera in your hands.

“I hadn’t realized I was something that made you happy,” he sits beside you on the couch, adjusting his glasses to avoid eye contact. He clears his throat when you scoff at him. “Okay, yes, it’s very clear in hindsight how much you care about me. I am just…not well-practiced in things like this.”

You stare silently at him while he struggles to compose himself. He sighs and sits up straight when he sees that you’re not inclined to speak anytime soon, very clearly steeling himself for some sort of grand declaration.

“I’m…sorry.”

You don’t think anyone would blame you for gaping up at him as you do now.

“I really am. It was rude of me. I hadn’t even stopped to consider why you would take pictures of every little thing, even outside of what the headmaster had asked of you. I’ll take as many pictures with you as you’d like from now…If I could ask you to refrain from photographing every single object in the dorm every time you visit?”

Grinning, you press your shoulder up against his as you peer up at his eyes that now squarely look back at you. “Yes. I can agree to that.”

Smiling in return, Azul scoots closer to you so that the two of you can fit into frame as you lift the ghost camera up to snap a picture.

“Thanks, Azul.”

In the photo, Azul is focused entirely on you instead of the camera, eyes soft and full of adoration. If he asks you for a copy of the picture and keeps it framed on his bedside table from now on…well, quite frankly, that’s no one’s business but his own.

(A/N): I hope you enjoyed! Apologies that it’s not all that lighthearted, it just kind of ended up that way…

A prompt idea I had that I think would be really cute: Character A suddenly, one day, calls Character B by a pet name. Character B is surprised and a little flustered but brush it off as a random, one off occurrence. But then Character A keeps calling them by pet names. Random terms of endearment. Character B is growing increasingly flustered and feels like they’re losing their mind. After much pushing from friends to just talk, Character B finally confronts Character A. Character A is frozen with shock. “I forgot to ask you out, didn’t I?” they say.