warnings: NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN
characters: leona kingscholar, vil schoenheit, malleus draconia
a/n: just a little warm up to get back into the swing of things! might do this with the gachi men :33
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oh my days it irritates him SO BAD.
to him, kisses were proof of your partnership. to a guy who would leave bite marks all over you, wiping off his kiss was sacrilege.
The whole debacle began one day as Leona was walking you to your class. It was your routine; he walks with you, and you give him a kiss in return. A fair exchange, if you ask him.
But this time was different. As you turned away from the peck, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve. You didn't even wait for him to walk away before doing it. It instantly soured his mood.
Leona grabbed your sleeve, tugging you gently back towards him. His free hand landed on your waist as he pulled you in, "Hey." He muttered out, brows furrowed in clear annoyance. The beastman bent down, pressing a deeper kiss to your lips. "Don't wipe this one off, Idiot."
It was pretty surprising, coming from a man who really couldn't care less about PDA. Sure, showing you off was fun, but he had seen other couples quickly turn tacky due to their cheesy lack of care for their environment.
"Why not?" You teased, eyes crinkling with a smug smirk, "It's just a kiss." You stated simply, patting his chest with your hand. You knew what you were doing, and he knew that. You just wanted to mess with him.
"'Cause." He retorted, clearly aware of your antics. He let go of your sleeve to cup the back of your neck, "I'm your boyfriend. You shouldn't have to wipe off my kisses."
"Okay, okay." You relented, "It was a prank, but if it bugs you then I'll stop." You finally separated from him, turning your back to return to class, "See you after?"
"Yeah."
i think we're gonna see a trend here.
vil is also not having it.
but unlike leona, he's not gonna confront you about it. he knows your shenanigans and can be equally as petty
You and Vil had been at a standstill for almost a week. It had started when you had wiped his kiss off. He gave you no response. You did it again. Still, no response. It had gotten to the point where he had decided that if you would wipe them off, he just wouldn't bother. What you had meant to be a silly prank had turned into quite a big problem for you.
"Vil..." You pleaded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. He was seated in the Pomfiore lounge, reading an article on his phone, "Come on.... just one...?"
The blond shook his head, "No. I refuse to entertain such games with you." He crossed one leg over the other, tone dangerously neutral. It was amusing the first time you did it, and now your prank was just plain annoying.
"You have to admit, it was a little funny." You whispered, "I laughed pretty hard." You leaned further forward, face nestled in the crook of his neck.
"Well, I did not." He argued, "There are other ways to get a rise out of me without disregarding my love for you." He reached up with one hand to pat your head, "Try again tomorrow. I might be feeling more generous."
"Aw, man....."
d1 drama queen (king?)
he is not having it INSTANTLY.
like you don't even get to reach up to wipe it off.
The second your hand reaches to touch your lips, you feel a grip on your shoulder.
"Don't do that." Malleus pouted. Call it whatever you'd like, but he had a bad feeling about what you'd try to do next.
"But I'm not doing anything." You batted your eyes innocently, "I'm just scratching an itch."
"You weren't trying to wipe off my kiss?" He interrogated. Malleus knew you all too well. You had a habit of trying to sow chaos in times like this. No matter how much he tried to prevent it, you'd find a way.
"Nu-uh." You shook your head, "I'd never do such a thing."
"Then what were you doing?"
"..."
"Well?" Arms crossed, Malleus glared at you with disapproval, "Answer me."
"wiping off your kiss..."
"Come here, then." He stepped forward, quickly getting into your personal space, "I'll give you enough to wipe off, and then some."
You dug your own grave.
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── out on a dinner date with your beloved, how would they react seeing you slide over a 50$ bill.
✉︎𓏲ּ𝄢 featuring; leona x reader, vil x reader, azul x reader, idia x reader, malleus x reader, and kalim x reader.
␥ imagine / small reactions . sfw , fluff , established relationship , hehehe rich men , princess treatment. possibly ooc, not-beta read.
𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 ✉︎
LAZILY FLIPS THE BILLS BETWEEN HIS FINGERS, leona sits across from you silent counting the cash.
when you reach into your wallet unknown to him, pull out a fifty and slide it toward him on the table...he freezes.
he eyes the bill, then you. the look in his eyes screams annoyance, his ear flicks as he asks, "what are you doing?"
he sounds unimpressed, and he listens when you say sweetly how you wanted to help bay the bill.
he chuckles, low and amused.
"who do you take me for?" he asks, taking two hundreds from the stash in his wallet and cups them over your hands with the fifty and slides it back to you.
you blink, mouth gaped open slightly but before you could ask, he cuts you off.
"buy yourself some pretty~"
𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓 ✉︎
HE LOST COUNT WHEN SEEING YOU SLIDE THE FIFTY TOWARDS HIM. vil pauses, completely composed but there is a glint of confusion on his face.
he looks up at you and blinks once, eyes sharp and posture straight.
"my dear, what are you doing?"
you explain, in the sweetest tone, how you wanted to help him pay the bill.
he doesn't even let you finish, already sliding the bill back at you──shaking his head sternly.
"oh, nono please, put that away."
you forcefully pull the cash back towards you, blinking up at him as he finishes collecting the cash and placing it on the bill given.
"generosity is admirable, but let me treat my beloved whenever i please~ you deserve to be spoiled, and i intend on fulfilling it."
𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎 ✉︎
HE DOESN'T EVEN LOOK UP AT YOU, azul just flicks the bill back toward you and you slide it back.
a smile forces its way to your lips when he finally grabs the bill and twiddles it between his index and middle finger.
"my pearl, are you trying to make me laugh?"
his eyes are narrowed, posture confident and a sly smirk on his face. you say you wanted to help pay the bill, and he chuckles.
his polite laughs just sounds like money is raining before him, and he slides the bill back in your direction on the table and pays for the dinner from his card.
he'll take your hand and kiss your skin gently, eyes glaring behind his glasses as he smiles fondly.
"what a lovely gesture, my dear, but you need not worry about money as long as im with you~"
𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 ✉︎
HE'S ALREADY HUNCHED OVER AT THE TABLE, hair styled to show his face, suit ironed and fitted, poking at his food unable to make eye contact with anyone other then you─he even had a hard time ordering his plate.
he's already awkward as is, so when idia sees you slide over a fifty he immediately flinched.
what are you doing? why are you handing him a fifty? do you think he's broke?
he blinks once and immediately drops his fork with a clank. "wh―what are you doing ?..." you explained softly, smiling so much he can feel it in his soul.
idia shook his head, immediately wiping out his wallet and fumbles for his cash while panic explaining, "but―but i asked you out, you can't pay ! this isn't how it was supposed to go, put that away and just let me pay... please?"
at the end of it, he ends up paying and secretly sliding a few extra hundreds in your purse when you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom―never will he let his woman pay for a meal.
𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 ✉︎
WHEN YOU SLIDE THE FIFTY ACROSS THE TABLE CLOTH, malleus doesn't even bat an eye. he simply watches you retract your hand and smiling sweetly up at him.
"...what gesture is this?" he asks, curious as a child, tilting his head while he already planned to pay ahead.
you say you wanted to help with the bill, and malleus smiled. he's not offended, but more amused.
"your offering?"
little do you know, malleus already has the cash ready to hand over to the waiter.
as you nod your head, malleus already took the bills from his wallet and placed it into the billfold, taking another hundred and hands it to you back with the fifty.
"don't make me laugh, my love. it's said the man pays for the woman, yes? as future king and queen of briar valley, please, take the money, you deserve all the wealth in the world~"
𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌 ✉︎
HE'S EXPECTING TO PAY FOR THE BILL, kalim doesn't register the fact you slide a fifty forward until he finally looks down.
he was mid-ramble, saying how good the food was―jamil having to be convinced multiple times─when he cuts himself off at the sight of your money.
he blinks, eventually understanding your intentions.
kalim gasps slightly, shakes his head and immediately pushes the cash back to you. "oh, no baby, you don't have to do that! it's my treat, don't worry!"
no matter how hard you try and say otherwise, kalim ends up paying for your meal and even sends you an extra two hundred for shopping<3
"let me treat you, okay? you deserve all the riches in the world ! besides, my mother wants you to shop at this store, she says you'll look beautiful in their clothes!"
end notes ― "but-but-but kalim won't eat anything unless cooked by jamil─" okay, if it makes ya feel better jamil was one of the cooks I DON'T KNOW HOW TO MAKE YOU HAPPY.
Malleus Draconia x Fae!fem!reader (betrothed trope ya’ll, I am very original😀)
Warnings!: reader is NOT Yuu, reader is FEM, reader is Fae, related to the ‘Birdie and Bat’ world, Malleus is supposed to look around 6-8ish, English is not my first language + not proofread.
A/N: hahahahahha!!! 3 exams left guys! I’m almost free 😭 anyways have this little short story! Love you guys <3
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
(Part of ‘Birdie and Bat’)
Malleus truly loves his betrothed, you’ve had his heart ever since you’ve met.
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
It was an engagement, a decision made by old-minded senators and power-hungry nobles. Arranged and presented to his Grandmother with a sparkly bow on top. He was the mere age of 22 years when it was first announced and he was 78 years old when he first met you—his future bride.
Malleus stood still, arms stretched out as his caretaker, who happened to be a distant relative of his betrothed, fussed over him. “Honestly, that overly ambitious great-nephew of mine,”she muttered under her breath, hands occupied with soothing any creases upon the young draconian’s robes. “Remember, dearie, if you don’t like this arrangement, you can always reject the proposal, okay?”
He nodded attentively, emerald eyes tracing the feathers of his winged caretaker out of habit before trailing to the scar that decorated her face. “Godmother,” he so willingly called her, despite the protests from the loud senate. “Will she be as pretty as you?”
The halovian fae chuckled gleefully at the question, though before she could respond she was interrupted by a certain bat. “Khee hee hee, why of course she will, Malleus!”
“Lilia?” a joyful gasp erupted from the prince, as he felt a familiar pat on his head. “you’ve returned from your travels!”
The bat fae chuckled in response to Malleus’s reaction, leaning forward to press a loving peck to his wife’s cheek before speaking again.
“Indeed I have, my dear boy! And just in time to see you fall in love with your betrothed.” The fae eagerly turned to his wife, “Isn’t this just exciting, my birdie!”
Said wife lightly rolled her eyes, though the way her wings seemed flutter in hope seemed to betray her face of annoyance. She placed a soft kiss onto his lips as she prepped Malleus’ brooch, “Stop spewing nonsense, you timey bat.”
Turning to face the young prince, the woman knelt down and gently placed the emerald brooch onto the lapel of his waistcoat. “There, all done. You’re set and dashing, Malleus.”
‘Knock knock’
“Your highness, Lady Vanrouge, the guests have arrived.”
“Ah, perfect.” She stood up in one swift motion, taking the arm of her husband before facing the young prince once again. “C’mon Malleus, it’s time.”
The boy smiled, giving a curt nod before he allowed his eyes to meet Lilia’s. The bat fae simply grinned and offered a playful wink in response to the unsure gaze of the younger, “We’ll be right behind you, my boy.”
When Malleus walked into the tearoom he hadn’t expected much. Perhaps, that was why the moment he laid eyes on you, he was, quite frankly, starstruck.
The boy offered a bow, eyes still tracing every feature across your face. Not even realising the invasiveness until you suddenly folded your wings over your magnetising face, cheeks flushed a rosy-pink.
Malleus’s attention was solely on you for that entire teatime. He dismissed the overly sugarcoated greetings of your father with a light nod, entirely ignoring the way his usually gentle caretaker directed a hardened glare towards said fae. He ignored the way the sun began to tilt towards the west. Your presence was just so powerful, so magnetic. The way your wings fluttered in joy when he offered to pour you more tea, the way your eyes sparkled when he asked you about your hobbies, and most adoringly, the way you didn’t seem afraid of him—treating him as a friend rather than a pedestal prince.
Later, when Lilia asked him about the meeting with you, Malleus couldn’t help but smile, his rounded cheeks lighting up in a soft pink. “She has the most beautiful smile, Lilia!”
i wish more people would acknowledge that malleus can be a huge teaser!!
i never see it talked about at all.. while this man may not know much about humans, that’s not to say he’s stupid — he’s fully aware of his actions..
yet while he may know what he’s doing, he may not know the effect of what it may have onto others.. especially on you.
if he bites a piece of chocolate in front of you while maintaining eye contact with that look of his, he finds himself amused whenever he notices that growing blush on your cheeks.
he’ll make a note to do it again in the future.
if you’re someone who’s easily flustered then goodluck with him! he’s so mean about it too, if you ever decide to confront him about it then he’ll simply act as if he has no clue what you’re talking about yet the smirk he wears on his lips when he tells you that says otherwise.
yet his thought process is relatively simple, he can tell that his actions makes you flustered and how it may even make you squirm a bit more than your usual antics — he takes this as a good sign and so in order to please you more he’ll do it again and again!
he’s a huge teaser and he simply doesn’t care, after all, it does get a good chuckle out of him whenever he reflects on his interactions with you.
but don’t try to play innocent, he sees the way you ogle his form or the way you maintain that eye contact. you’re just as bad as him for not telling him to stop, letting him know that you’re clearly into being teased by someone like him and that he will so clearly continue to do so.
if anything your reactions just seem to boost his ego even more! its now a test as to how long you can last against a smug malleus who only seems to get more curious as to how long you can last against someone such as him.
maybe for his next experiment he’ll resort to fleeting touches between you and him, maybe offer to pick a book from the oh so tall bookshelf and you just can’t help but notice how his hand remains on your back.
of course, he’ll make sure to keep it subtle. after all, he does have an image to maintain yet he would be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to how you’ll barely tolerate his antics.
oh this will be quite the excellent entertainment for him, much better than sitting alone in his dorm and reading a book!
Just love me please! Yandere! Malleus Draconia x reader
Warnings! Yandere Mallues, dark magic, reader will have she/her pronouns, reader will be known as yuu, post book 7 so spoilers, manipulation, a bit of Ace x yuu, original inspiration from the movie obsession, please do not read if you wish to watch the movie, if you don’t plan to watch the movie then go ahead and read
It’s been weeks, since malleus overbloted. Everything feels slow. Which to yuu is good thing, she could use some normal after the whole dream thing. But it wasn’t that normal, she doesn’t really speak to malleus anymore. Mainly because he was terrifying when he overbloted.
Can you blame her? No you can’t, either can sebek. Malleus has asked him to see if yuu would speak to him, sebek has tried, but yuu wasnt ready to see or talk to malleus.
At the moment malleus was at a housewaren meeting with the others at scarabia dorm. He sat alone while the others talked amongst themselves. “Hm? Malleus! Come over here why are you all alone?” Kalim asked him as he leads the third year to the group. “You’re a housewaren too! And this is a meeting for housewarens.” He says as the two of them sit with the others.
Each one of the housewarens watched malleus sit. “Shroud.” Malleus nods to Idia, who was surprisingly there. “Malleus. How’s the lack of magic?” Idia says smugly still living off his win. Riddle nudges Idia’s shoulder to get him to shut up. “Kalim this is a wonderful set up. I see this as a success because both Idia and malleus are here. Usually they aren’t present.” Riddle says as he pulls out a notebook to take notes.
“I must agree with riddle, good job Kalim.” Vil praises the second year as well as Leona nods and Azul smiles. “Oh yes! I must say this spread looks quite delicious too.” Azul says as he enjoys his food. “Haha! You should really be thanking jamil! I’m not the best with cooking so I’m grateful he did all this.” Kalim says with a nod. “Okay shall we get this meeting going? First up, I think we should offer therapy to all the students.” Kalim says with a determined nod.
“I second that, our..dreams were no joke. Some had good while others had not so good ones.” Leona says as he glares at malleus, he swallows his spit feeling all eyes on him. “May I speak?” Malleus asks as the others nod.
“I do want to apologize..to all of you, I know what I’ve done was horrible. I thought I knew what was best, but it done nothing but hurt my love ones.” Malleus says. “Yeah and Lilia almost died too.” Idia says bluntly. “Idia!” Both riddle and Vil scold him.
“What it’s true! He’s lucky his stupid horn and silver’s ring were able to bring him back! How was it fair for ANY of us to deal with it! Especially me! It’s because of me I got us all out of that hell hole!” Idia says as his hair started to glow red. “And what about yuu?! We’ve all been putting her through bullshit after bullshit?! Even all the anime protagonists get to relax and get to have time to breathe after dealing with villains! But does yuu? NO!” Idia says breathing heavily as his hair crackles more. Everyone just stares in shock because the Idia shroud just shouted in front of multiple people.
“My point is…she deserves better…” Idia says letting his flames settle down back to their blue hue. Malleus just felt stuck, because he knows everytime he tried to manipulate Yuu’s dream there was Idia acting like a Prince Charming. Even when clearly he was the worse choice she still chose him. “Do you think…the child of man would ever forgive me..? She’s forgiven you all so-”
“That’s rich.” Said a new voice, Jamil entered the room bringing in deserts for the group. “I remember when we had to live in ramshackle how scared she was of me still. I’ll never forget the look on her face. When the headmage said I was gonna be living with her with the group. It was like I could see her heart drop.” Jamil says looking down with a sigh. Kalim gently touches his shoulder with a comforting smile.
“I think what helped was you giving her the space she needed.” Kalim says. “I agree…giving yuu space is the best thing you can do for her malleus. Out of all of us…I think you traumatized her the worse.” Vil says as he thinks back knowing he gave Yuu space after Styx knowing she was still on edge around him.
“Yes I know I did. And I feel awful. I just want her back..I wanted…I wanted to…have her love me…” malleus admits as Idia scoffs. “No girl is truly into a guy taking over the world. If a girl says ‘yes I’d loved to be kidnapped!’ It’s a fucking lie. No one would want that, or should want that.” Idia says standing up. “I’ll send for Styx to get the therapy thing going. Bye.” Idia says walking out of the meeting. Leona huffs then follows right.
“Look malleus…you can’t make anyone fall in love with you. I doubt there’s anything that can force someone to love you.” Jamil says as Kalim agrees. “Yes, there isn’t…” malleus says as he looks down knowing yuu would never look at him the same again.
After leaving scarabia malleus walks around campus. “Seriously? You think making a wish is gonna make her dm you?” Said a random student to his friend that threw a coin down the well in the middle of court yard. “Maybe, but it’s worth a shot right? Hm…? Dude! She texted me!” Said the other, as the two walked away malleus went up to the well. Digging into his pocket he pulls out a coin.
He sighs thinking against it, he should let time run its course. Maybe he and yuu can get along again, but there’s a chance of her never speaking to him again before there’s a way discovered for her to go back to her home world.
He looks up and see yuu with ace. He was showing her a card trick, next thing he knew it ace pulled a rose from behind her ear making her laugh. The two walked off then malleus looked down. He hated this feeling. He hated knowing that everyone was right.
He hates knowing Idia was right.
But he hated how Ace was making her smile like it was the easiest thing in the world.
“I wish the child of man…yuu…would love me more than anything in all the lands..” malleus says dropping the coin into the well then storms off back to disomina.
Later there was a knock at his door of his room. “Enter.” Malleus says as he was doing the homework he was very behind on. “Malleus…Yuu is here to see you.” Lilia says as he enters the room causing malleus to stop writing. He looks behind and sees yuu beside Lilia. “Child of man…” he says as he stands, Lilia leaves the room shutting the door.
“Hi hornton. Been a while huh?” Yuu says with a smile as she gives him a side smile. “Y-yes…it’s has, what do I owe the pleasure?” He says feelings nervous. He has no idea why he is maybe because this is technically her first time in his room. “Hehe do I have to have a reason to see my favorite guy?” Yuu says as she walks up to him. She sighs and gives him a sad smile. “My poor dragon…goes it hurt..?” Yuu asked gesturing up to his broken horn.
“N-no..not anymore, child of man are you feeling alright?” Malleus asked gently taking her hand into his. “Of course I am I- wait what the?! How the hell did I get here?” Yuu says looking confused on why she was in disomina, but the moment she looks at malleus she smiles again as her eyes soften. “Sorry…sorry I’m acting weird…” yuu says to him as she sits on his bed.
“Mal…can I be honest…?” Yuu says, malleus nods as he stands in front of her. “I know you like me…actually…truth be told I know you and someone else likes me…but…I’ve always known I’m supposed to be with you.” Yuu says with a smile as she holds his hands tightly. “It’s like I’ve known since we met..kinda wish you put me in a dream where we’re together…” yuu says as she tilts her head.
“Child of man…my feelings for you…were they that obvious…?” Malleus asked her she nods up at him. “They were…” she stands up as she looks up at him. “I hope mine are obvious now too…” yuu says gently kissing malleus on the lips. He kisses her back only for yuu to open her eyes and scream jumping back from him.
Lilia opens the door at the sound of the scream. “Whats going on in here?!” Lilia says as yuu smiles again. “Nothing! Sorry…I thought I saw something..” yuu says looking down in guilt. Lilia looked at malleus who touched his lips. “She thought she saw something…” malleus nods making Lilia concerned what was happening.
Lilia leaves the two alone, the moment he closes the door. He knows something is wrong, Yuu’s eyes were always (y/e/c)…they didn’t have a speck of yellow…..
…..
It’s been weeks since yuu started dating malleus. They were always seen together, never apart. Only time would be during their classes. Some nights yuu would be at disomina or malleus would be at ramshackle.
Others noticed the difference in Yuu’s behavior. She wasnt the type to be a damsel in distress. She’s faced overblots, different creatures and was a strong woman. But now? She whines and complains about things being too heavy when everyone knows this girl can carry a stack of books without help. It’s like she can’t live or be without malleus at all.
“Yuu. Forgive me, but Malleus-sama can feed himself.” Sebek says cringing at the sight of yuu feeding malleus. The other first years were also cringing as well. “Oh shush. You’re just mad because you don’t have a girlfriend.” Yuu says leaning her head on malleus’ shoulder. “I never let malleus do anything he doesn’t need to do.” She says with a smile as ace shakes his head.
“Sevens…it’s like you can’t stand the thought of him being away from you.” Ace says rolling his eyes setting down his fork not even able to eat due to the PDA. “Oh come now, we’re all friends! And whats wrong with supporting your friend and her boyfriend?” Yuu says with a pout. “Yuu. Stop. Seriously, your boyfriend is over hundred years old. He can fed himself. Even sebek is saying the same!” Ace says slamming his fist down to the table.
“Trappola you will-” malleus began to speak until yuu slammed her hands down harder than ace did causing others to look over at the group. “Apologize.” Yuu says as she glares at Ace. “No. He’s a grown ass man, I’m not fucking apologizing.” Ace tells her, yuu stands up and walks around the table to be behind ace. “Apologize Ace.” She says again.
“No! How many fucking times-huh?” Ace heard a thud behind him and saw sebek and Deuce on top of yuu. “DROP IT! DROP IT YUU!” Sebek yells as Deuce wrestles a butter knife out of her hands.
“OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!” Screamed riddle from afar collaring the three first years.
“Riddle-San!”
“Housewaren Rosehearts!” Both sebek and deuce yelled seeing riddle in front of the table. “What is the meaning of this?!” Riddle yells then looks down to see yuu with a butter knife in her hands. She looks at where riddle was staring and gasped.
She dropped the knife and looked up at riddle. “Riddle…it’s not me…it’s not me! Help me! Help me!” Yuu cries as she tugs at his blazer. “Rosehearts get the collar off now!” Malleus tells riddle. Not sure what to do riddle does what malleus tells him and removes the collar causing yuu to stop crying.
“Oh…oh I’m so sorry, I was just hangry…I do apologize. No hard feelings right ace?” Yuu says standing up and smiling at ace. “HUH?! You literally could have stabbed me if it wasn’t for deuce and sebek!” Ace yells, but yuu just shrugs to return to malleus’ side.
Later at heartstabyul the first years all gathered in heartstabyul’s rose garden. “Okay so..yuu is acting weird, grim any new information?” Ace asked the direbeast who huffed. “Yeah! She’s not paying attention to me! It’s all ‘malleus this’ or ‘malleus that’ it’s so annoying! Especially the random screaming.” Grim huffs while in Epel’s lap eating some tuna.
“Random screaming? What you mean by that grim?” Epel asked him as grim rolls her eyes. “She’ll scream like if she doesn’t know where she’s at or why malleus with her.” Grim’s explains.
“Would she cry like she did in the cafeteria?” Ace asked him. Grim looks up from his can of tuna to look at ace. “Yeah…is…is the prefect in trouble…?” Grim asked looking around the other first years.
“She’s forgiven him…way too fast. And now she’s all over him like he woke her with true loves kiss.” Sebek says as he tries to think of a way to snap yuu out of it. Then he thought of it. He thought of something could possibly show then whats happened to their friend.
….
“Malleus this dinner is so sweet. I can’t believe we’re on our 100th date already.” Yuu says smiling at malleus. He had rented out a restaurant on sages island. “Of course, anything for my beloved.” Malleus says as a waiter comes over with their drinks, but drops a small note on his lap. Malleus was confused then looked up seeing it was sebek in disguise.
Sebek turns as goes back to the kitchen. “Did he get it?” Asked deuce who was dressed as a cook. “Yes. I just hope he believes it..” sebek says looking over at ace who was also dressed a cook. “Please malleus…let her go…” Ace whispers to himself.
Yuu was talking about something grim did, as she spoke malleus opened the note sebek dropped him.
‘Yuu has feelings for Ace after scarabia incident.’
Malleus stared at the note and didn’t hear yuu calling for him. “Mal. You okay?” Yuu asked him snapping him out of it. “Y-yes…forgive me beloved.” Malleus smiles as he keeps his grip on the note. Yuu smiles at him. “Haha, you’re so silly malleus. It’s just what I love about you. I love you so so so much.” Yuu says with a look in her eyes, that’s when malleus saw it. The speck of yellow.
“Yes…I love you too…my love can you be honest with me?” Malleus asked taking her hands into his. “Of coruse mal what is it?” Yuu says with a bright smile.
“Do you still love Trappola?” Malleus asked seriously causing Yuu’s smile to drop. “No…” Yuu says as her smile returns. “No..no…” Yuu repeats. “Child of man-”
“No..! No! No! NO! Don’t say that! We’re supposed to be having a nice date!” Yuu says standing up still smiling while looking in pain. Malleus flinched, he actually flinched at the sight. “We’re supposed to be having a nice date!” Yuu yells at him slamming her hands down. “We are child of man!” Malleus tells her trying to calm her.
“STOP CALLING ME THAT! IM YOUR LOVE! YOUR BELOVED!” She screams at him. She takes a deep breath then gets on her knees in front of him. “What do I have to do to prove I only love you?” Yuu says with a sad look on her face like if she wasn’t just screaming at him.
……
Malleus…hasnt been well. Mainly because he’s been watching over yuu. It’s like she doesn’t care of herself anymore, at least when he’s not around. It’s been so concerning. Especially at night.
One night during a walk the two shared yuu looks up at him. “Malleus. Do you think you grandmother would hate me? I am human after all, and I don’t use magic.” Yuu asks as malleus hummed. “It doesn’t matter. You will be my Queen yuu. One way or another.” Malleus says pulling her into his arms.
From afar a wolf watched the couple. Then ran back to pomeforie dorm. Using magic to switch back, Jack ran to Epel’s dorm where the other first years are. “Guys. It’s bad. She’s talking about being his queen.” Jack says as sebek swears under his breath. “We need help….we need one of the staff at least. Who would know about something that would make someone lose control of their mind…” deuce says as everyone thinks.
Then it all came to their minds of who it was!
“Sam!” “Vil!” Ortho jumps up mentioning the pomeforie housewarden while everyone else said Sam. “Maybe Vil can make a cure? He is crewel’s best student after all.” Ace says as he thinks as ortho huffs.
“I think Sam is our best bet. We’ll go in the morning.” Sebek says with a nod.
The next morning the first years all went to Sam’s shop. “Sam! We have a super random question!” Ace says walking into the shop. “Well what can I do for Yall my imps?” Sam says with a smile seeing so many bright faces in the morning. “Say…if someone some how was able to take over someone’s body. What would give them that power?” Jack asked him. “Mind control?” Sam says confused because it was obvious.
“No…she knows how to break from it…” sebek mumbles to himself. “No no. Say the person snaps back to their normal self then switches back to being…overly obsessive?” Epel asked him as Sam hum. Then he snaps his fingers getting what they need. “A wish! I have a magic lamp around here somewhere! Stay right here!” Sam says going to the back. Each of the boys look at each other.
“THE WISHING WELL!” They all yell. “Ortho! Send a text to all the housewarens expect malleus!” Deuce says as the group makes a run for it to the well in the courtyard. “He can’t know what we’re up too and-” deuce stops talking as he and the others stopped in their tracks. “Ortho….send a message…to just riddle...” deuce whispers in fear.
In front of them, was yuu. Standing with her head tilted. “Where are you guys going?” Yuu asked walking up to them. “Sebek. Answer me.” Yuu says as sebek stays quiet. “I am to be your queen one day…ANSWER ME!” Yuu screams as sebek pulls out his magic pen. “Yuu…you’re not well…we think you’re under a spell…” Sebek says to her making her laugh. “The only spell I’m under is love…and no one will come between us. And if anyone does will die.” Yuu says with a smile as the others don’t.
“Guys…come on. It’s me! I’m joking!” She smiles cheerfully. She waits for them to laugh or respond. Her smiles drops. “Fine I’m not joking.” She says with roll of her eyes. “I don’t understand why you guys can’t support me and malleus. We’re perfect for each other!” Yuu says as the others started pulling out with magic pens. “Oh? You guys really gonna use magic on me? Someone who can’t use magic?” Yuu says as the boys still won’t respond.
“Fine…you all suck.” She says running up to epel and tacking him. None could fight her. “AHHH GET HER OFF ME!” Epel says keeping Yuu’s hands away from hitting him. Before any of them could even move to get yuu off of epel she screamed. They saw a collar get put on her. Yuu looks around confused then down at epel. “Wait what the hell am I doing..? Epel..?” Yuu looked down looking like she was about to cry.
“You’re back..” Epel smiles and let’s go of her wrists. Riddle walks up to the group. “What in the queen’s name is going on?” He asks, yuu looks up jumping up to her feet and hugging him. “RIDDLE!” She sobs into his shoulder. He holds her and looks at the first years.
In heartstabyul ortho brought up Riddle and the other housewarens up to speed about what he knew. But only yuu could say what was really happening.
“I dont know what happened it’s…it’s like if I was under Jamil’s or jade’s control…except I wasnt myself…that I was be forced to love malleus..I can’t explain it, and I don’t understand why riddle’s collars bring me back…” yuu says as she holds the cup of tea that azul made for her. “Fuck that lizard….so you first years think it’s the wishing well?” Leona asked as he scoffs.
“Yeah, controlling someone is easy. But mind control from a direct spell isn’t possible it has-”
“It has to be wished…” Kalim says cutting off Jack. “Oh sorry! It’s just…there’s this story me and Jamil were told as kids…a poor boy found the magic lamp and the genie told him the lamp had rules. One of them being he can’t make anyone fall in love..” Kalim explains as yuu started crying again. “Don’t make me go back to him…please…please I’m begging you guys!” Yuu says as ace goes to hug her. “We’re not gonna let him hurt you…not anymore.” Ace tells her. “Housewaren…how long can you keep the collar on?” Ace asked riddle. “As long as I like. What are you planning ace?” Riddle asked him.
Ace looks down at yuu who was still crying. “I’m saving the girl I love.” He says letting go of Yuu and runs out of the dorm straight for the courtyard.
“Trappola.” Malleus appears behind him before he even reached the well. “Where is she?” He asked as ace turns around with a pissed off look. “I’m not telling…you’re gonna fuck up her mind again…” Ace says knowing he has to wish to undo malleus’ wish. “Fuck up her mind? My what foul language. I hope sebek doesn’t start acting like you.” Malleus says with a chuckle. “I just wished for yuu to love me like I love her.” Malleus tells ace.
“This isn’t love! She tried fighting Epel earlier!” Ace yells at him as malleus smirks. “Worry not, she’s happy with me.” Malleus says snapping his fingers teleporting Yuu in the middle of him and Ace. “What the?!” Yuu looks around panicked, she looks up at malleus and screams. Before she could even run to ace, malleus waved his hand to take off Riddle’s collar off her neck. “NO!” Ace yells seeing yuu smile then jump up going back to malleus.
“Oh yes. Making that wish was the greatest decision I’ve ever made. Why put her in a dream when I can just wish for her to love me?” Malleus says with a smile as he looked at yuu with love in his eyes. Then yuu blinked and gasped. “Beloved?” Malleus looked at her confused.
Ace’s eyes widen then turned to look at the wishing well seeing grim grinning. “I’m not letting no guy, even if he is a prince! Take away my henchhuman!” Grim says. Malleus keeps a tight grip on yuu not letting her go. “No…no….no…NO NO NO!” Malleus says snapping as yuu struggles. “Why can’t you love me?! Just love me please! ILL KILL EVERYONE HERE! WHY CANT YOU LOVE ME?!” Malleus says as lighting strikes the ground, his breath was hot. Almost like if he was about to breathe fire.
Yuu struggles then kicks malleus in the chest. “ACE! DONT STAND THERE HELP ME JACKASS!” Yuu screams at him snapping ace out of it. “Your trump card is mine! Joker’s snatched!” Ace yells swapping out malleus’ spell with his own. “Fae of Maleficence!” Ace casts the spell onto malleus causing him to fall asleep. Yuu gets out of his arms and runs to ace. “Second time your spell saved us ace..” Yuu breathes out finally able to breathe.
“Yeah…you’re safe now…he’s not gonna hurt you anymore..” Ace tells her as grim purrs on her legs.
Later that night Yuu was in the kitchen getting a glass of water, Lilia took malleus back to brair valley to make sure he was punished. Again. She felt like she can finally breathe again then she heard something metal fall.
Multiple times.
She turns around and sees five magic pens on the table. Two with red gems, one with an orange one, a purple one and a green one. “What the..?” Yuu hesitantly walks up to the table. “Those children of man were so difficult, but I couldn’t hurt sebek. So at his request he and the others are locked up.” Said a voice. “M-malleus..?” Yuu calls out to him in the dark. “Little shroud was also a problem, had to make a deal with shroud to keep him only in Ignihyde. And don’t even think about calling for grim. He won’t be of help.” Malleus says smiling as he steps into the light with a smile.
“What did you do…? What did you do!” Yuu sobs as she falls to her knees. “WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
Author’s note: AND HERES THE 300 followers special fanfic! So thankful for all the follows and all the love my fics have been getting! By the time I post this I’m already near 400 followers! I have been taking my time with this one because I wanted this to be special since it’s based/inspired by an actual movie! Hope you all enjoy!!
Hugo Vivian knew that you always counted the steps whenever you walked upstairs.
Not consciously. You didn’t even realize you did it. But every single time, your lips would move soundlessly beneath your breath—one, two, three, four—until you reached the top.
And he noticed—of course he noticed, Hugo Vivian noticed everything about you.
He noticed how you always stole the marshmallows out of his hot chocolate even though you claimed you didn’t like sweet things.
How you tilted your head whenever you were genuinely listening to someone speak.
How your fingers curled around the sleeves of your sweater when you got shy.
How you pretended to hate physical affection, yet always gravitated toward him unconsciously — knees touching beneath restaurant tables, your head finding his shoulder during long car rides, your hand brushing against his like your body had memorized him long before your heart admitted it.
And yes—he noticed your habits while he’s playing too.
How you sat in the stands during his matches, legs swinging slightly as you watched him like it was the most normal thing in the world to be watching Hugo Vivian of the New Generation Eleven miss a pass and then immediately hear you laugh.
Not cruel, never cruel.
Just that soft, breathy laugh like you found him too human for his own good.
And weirdly? Hugo thought it was cute, annoyingly cute.
Even when it was directed at him.
Because every time he misjudged a pass or mistimed a press, he’d hear it.
Your laugh.
And instead of it shaking him, it would just make him click his tongue under his breath like—Seriously? You’re laughing?
Like you hadn’t just witnessed a New Gen Eleven midfielder miss a pass.
Like you didn’t know exactly how ridiculous that was supposed to be.
He’d glance up at the stands mid-match, eyes narrowing slightly.
And you’d be there—trying and failing to look innocent.
Hands covering your mouth.
Shoulders shaking anyway.
And Hugo would think, mildly offended but undeniably fond: Unbelievable. That’s my so-called supporter.
Because Hugo never knew what you were.
His number one fan?
Or his number one hater?
You were both, apparently.
And somehow, that made you his favorite person in the stadium.
Hugo Vivian noticed it all.
Because loving you had become instinctive.
You were his best friend. His favorite person. The first voice he searched for in crowded rooms and the last person he texted before sleeping. Somewhere between late-night drives and lazy Sundays spent tangled together on his couch, Hugo Vivian had fallen disastrously in love with you.
And the worst part was—he didn’t even know when it happened.
Maybe it was the night you fell asleep on his chest while rambling about your childhood.
Or when you showed up at his apartment at midnight because you “just wanted company,” and the two of you ended up dancing stupidly in his kitchen to old songs playing from his speaker.
Or maybe it was simpler than that.
Maybe Hugo Vivian was always going to love you.
He knew you hated thunderstorms despite pretending they didn’t scare you. Every time rain hit your windows too loudly, you’d suddenly find reasons to stay near him.
“Hugo,” you’d mumble softly from his bedroom doorway at two in the morning, oversized hoodie swallowing your figure whole, “can I sleep here tonight?”
And every single time, he’d lift the blanket beside him without hesitation.
“C’mere.”
You’d crawl into bed beside him quietly, your cold feet immediately pressing against his legs.
“You’re freezing,” he’d complain automatically.
“And you’re warm,” you’d reply, voice muffled against his shoulder.
Then Hugo would wrap himself around you like second nature.
Like your body belonged there, like you were destined to be with him.
Like it always would.
The terrifying thing about Hugo Vivian was how carefully he loved.
He memorized your coffee order after hearing it once.
He kept hair ties around his wrist because you were always losing yours.
He saved photos of things that reminded him of you — cats sleeping in bookstores, sunsets that matched the color of your eyes, little notes you absentmindedly scribbled on napkins.
And yes, he noticed your stadium habits too.
How you always leaned forward when he was about to receive the ball, like your body could somehow influence the play.
How your fingers fidgeted whenever the match got tense.
How you always relaxed the moment he started controlling the midfield properly, like you could actually feel when he “switched on.”
Hugo loved that most of all.
Not because you understood football like a tactician—but because you understood him, even when he didn’t say anything.
He loved you in ways so gentle you almost missed them, Almost.
But sometimes, late at night, you’d catch him staring at you with this unbearably soft expression. Like he was trying to memorize you before the world could take you away.
And your chest would ache so badly it frightened you.
Because no one had ever looked at you the way Hugo Vivian did.
Like he had discovered something sacred.
One evening, the two of you ended up on the rooftop of his apartment building, city lights glittering beneath the dark sky while music played softly from his phone. Some old song by The 1975 hummed quietly between you both.
You were wearing his jacket.
He noticed that too.
“You steal a lot of my clothes,” he said lazily, leaning back against the wall beside you.
You glanced at him innocently. “Maybe your clothes just like me more.”
Hugo laughed softly under his breath.
God, that laugh.
You’d spend the rest of your life listening to it if you could.
The wind brushed against your skin as silence settled comfortably between you. The kind of silence only existed between people who knew each other too well.
Then Hugo suddenly spoke.
“You know what I realized?”
“Hm?”
“I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”
Your breath caught immediately.
He said it so casually. So softly. Like it had simply become fact.
Hugo turned to look at you then, his expression unfairly tender.
“I knew it the moment I started memorizing things about you,” he admitted quietly. “Like how you always count steps on stairs without realizing. Or how you laugh when I mess up even though you’re clearly trying not to.”
Your heart was pounding so hard it hurt.
“Hugo…”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he whispered quickly, almost smiling. “I just needed you to know.”
But you were already looking at him like he’d hung every star in the sky himself.
“You idiot,” you laughed shakily, eyes glossy. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
For a second, Hugo just stared. Then he laughed—soft and disbelieving and beautiful.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously.”
The small grin that spread across his face nearly killed you.
And then he kissed you, slowly at first.
Like he was terrified you’d disappear if he moved too fast.
His hand slid against your jaw gently, thumb brushing your cheek while your fingers curled into the front of his hoodie. The kiss tasted like winter air and coffee and every late-night conversation you’d ever shared.
When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, smiling so softly it made your chest ache.
“There you are,” he murmured.
“What?”
“The girl who laughs at me like I’m predictable.”
You let out a breathy laugh. “You are predictable.”
“Liar.”
“Okay,” you admitted softly, “but you’re my predictable.”
That made him go quiet.
Then Hugo pulled you closer by the waist, like the idea of distance suddenly annoyed him.
“You’re still annoying,” he murmured.
You smiled instantly. “But you love me.”
Hugo sighed like it physically offended him.
“…Unfortunately.”
And after that, loving Hugo Vivian felt easy.
Because he became the type of boyfriend who kissed your forehead every single time he passed by you.
The type who sent you voice messages saying “stop laughing at my passes” followed immediately by “I miss you.”
The type who still noticed everything—
How you counted steps.
How you stole marshmallows.
How you laughed when he missed a pass in midfield like you couldn’t help yourself.
And every time it happened, Hugo would just exhale through his nose, shake his head slightly…
…and play better the next time, not because he had to, but because you were watching.
Note: This might be my last post until early June because my schedule is PACKED and I’m going on vacation…T-T
But if I have some spare time, I’ll try to write more for you guys! I love you all :)
vivian hugo size kink where he needs to be on you, over you, enveloping you during sex. he needs to feel your body squirming beneath his as the pleasure leaves you weak and babbling nonsense. needs your hands grabbing at his biceps as he wraps both arms around your frame, caging you between him and the bed, pounding into you until you’re seeing stars.
synopsis: hugo wished you’d focus on your ethics readings but he doesn't mind having you learn another lesson.
pairing: vivian hugo x reader
content: r18 content mdni, brat tamer!hugo, ofc bratty fem!reader, college au, spanking, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, degradation and praise, pet names, rough to softdom hugo, throatfucking, facial, wearing hugo’s glasses (with cum on em)
wc: 1.8k
you're a smart girl. always gotten ahead of your class, always got outstanding marks, you'd do the tutoring instead of the other way around. but somehow you're on your knees on the carpeted floor of vivian hugo's dorm living room and before you was a textbook on ethics and sexual morality accompanied by your organized notes on cell biology. a cozy space lit with a floor lamp sitting in the corner of the room.
"viv, i'm tired of this! ethics is not my thing at all," you groaned, head bashing into the pages of your book.
to which the redhead shot you a short glance before exhaling through his nose, momentarily putting his own book down. he rolled his sleeves up, pushing the metal frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"alright, mon amour. would you let me work in peace then while you look for something to pour all your attention to?"
"hmm, i suppose so."
hugo let out a small chuckle, leaning down to press his lips onto your forehead, long fingers brushing away at your strands. he doesn't say it as often but he adored you like this; sitting pretty and obedient at the foot of his couch, eyes sparkling and lashes fluttering as you look up at him.
"such a pretty girl,"
the man had intended to be gentle with you, no doubt, but in the next few minutes you were all up on him, distracting him with the way you moved your hips to sit on his lap. and then again, he had to put his book down.
sighing, hugo shook his head at your attempt to get him to do everything but focus on work. ruffling his hair, putting your hand in between the pages and interrupting his peaceful skimming... taking his glasses off and wearing them yourself.
"don't i look smart wearing this?" you innocently gasped.
"baby," he warned. "are you going to let me work in peace?"
like the brat you were, you chose to ignore his words and continue rambling the script on his book, pretending to care deeply about the deep philosophical concepts written on the pages. it irked him in the slightest because all he wanted was to get his work done so he can spend time with you but apparently you wanted to spend time with him before he even finished work. what a complete waste of time, he thought.
"what are you doing? hey, don't avoid me now, i asked you a question, darling."
his hands reached for your wrists, face inching closer to yours. pretty lashes accentuating his eyes to which you eagerly looking for a window of diversion and prayed he didn't hear they way your heart thumped in your chest and not feel the growing need in between your thighs.
"nothing, i'm just studying your notes."
"'studying'? look at me. you call that studying, pretty girl?" he softly spoke, looking up at you.
the pads of his fingers felt soft against your chin as he lifted your head up while he pulled you in by the back of your head to meet his lips in a slow kiss. one so tender, so loving, that you mistook his clemency for gentleness for what's about to come. next thing you know, he was spewing out his frustrations both literally and sexually.
hugo thought you were doing this to rile him up; the short skirt, the back and forth teasing. he's had enough of your petty games which is why his grip on the back of your neck tightened in the slightest, forcing you to meet his dark eyes.
"is this your way of getting into my pants, pretty doll? and here i thought you'd be a good girl?"
silence. then his fingers were traveling up the column of your neck, thumb pressing at the spot that made you yelp while he admired every shudder and whimper you gave, eyes scanning your face twisting like it meant a plea.
"every time you piss me off, you make me wanna fuck the shit out of you."
"viv—"
"don't 'viv' me. fucking cock hungry woman."
so maybe your plan on being a brat has backfired because now you're being spun on the couch, ass up, skirt totally bunched on your hips. hugo's palms caressing the skin of your thighs, gently spreading them apart. the damp spot in your panties caught his attention and he smirks because you were enjoying this too much and poor him for having to tame the brat in you. he's not complaining tho, he knows you'd give in and drop the act.
"you know it gets me hard that's why you do it so much right? that's how you get dick?"
and then a slap to your ass sent him groaning into your ear as he leaned over. fingers tangled in your hair, pulling ever so slightly just to bare your throat and jaw for his palm again. a soft whimper left your lips, his glasses now askew on your face.
hugo left small kisses on your shoulder, those that dripped of every ounce of intimacy he could muster. he was a sweet boyfriend behind that untouchable aura and well... behind all this dominance. he never feared getting down and dirty at your will but mostly, he never hesitated putting you in your place if he had to.
"turn this way for me. take my cock out."
the living room of his dorm was now filled with the wet squelches of your mouth over his length, trying your very best to adjust to the sudden intrusion and his fingers roughly buried in your head of hair. how beautiful, he muses.
however, the moment your hands came up to fix the glasses framing your pretty eyes, hugo bravely tugged you off of him. a small whimper.
"do not take those off. i like seeing my smart girl getting dumb over my cock."
"m'sorry, viv—"
"you're not sorry." he replied just as quickly as he shoved himself down your pulsing throat.
air escaped your lungs so suddenly at how he frantically guided your head up and down his shaft like a fucking fleshlight. it was only when you were tearing up, fingers tapping at his thighs for any sort of relief, face glistening with spit and precum, did he let go.
"fuck— stick your tongue out," he grunted.
before you knew it, he was wiping your face off with the back of his hand oh so carefully. you fluttered your lashes at him, tongue darting out as he aggressively pumped himself before shooting his hot, sticky load right onto your face. streaks hitting your brows, the lens of his glasses, some even getting on the tip of your nose.
but he was far from done, right after bullying your throat to the point of rawness. his loving eyes stared down at you and the masterpiece he made, lips curled into a small smile, brows knitted together in a form of mock pity.
"i want you to count, darling, okay?"
what were sounds of recorded biology lectures from your class before now turned into slaps and smacks of skin as hugo struck your ass and that poor pussy with the palm of his hand. though he wasn't a cruel boyfriend now was he? he made sure each slap was soothed with a soft caress, cupping the flesh softly, and a kiss to the dip of your arched back.
"t-th—five—!"
"good girl. you're learning."
as soon as you felt his long digits prod at your entrance before slipping in, your brain turned into mush and you couldn't mutter what came after five. then another slap to your already reddened ass cheek.
"princess, you there? stop gnawing at the cushions and count." oh the duality.
"s-six.. viv i can't—"
"count."
but the way he said it was gentle. like he was lulling you to further submission. like you were a few spanks away from melting into his hands like putty. because when vivian hugo torments you this good, it's soooo good.
"s-seven.. eight, n-nine—"
"now can you count how many fingers of mine you have in your greedy fucking cunt?"
"t-three."
and a kiss to your shoulder. your boyfriend was then dropping to his knees on the carpeted floor and you were holding onto the headrest of his couch for support because your knees were weak and buckling at the feel of his tongue swiping up and down your pretty, leaking pussy.
hugo took his sweet time eating his meal, as always. mouth latching onto your folds, humming into you like the brattiness you once upheld was long forgotten. but of course, his enthusiasm matched his mean streak yet again. pulling you even closer on his tongue, swirling the muscle round your puffy clit aching for release.
eating you out was like muscle memory to hugo; he knew just exactly how to lap at your cunt—canines grazing at your sensitive pearl, nose buried in your scent, working you gently and talking you through it. hell, he knew which praises got you tumbling over the edge of release while he stuffed your cunt with his unrelenting fingers.
"so good for me, beautiful. your pussy's warming up to me, look at you drip all over my tongue. feel that hmm?"
your man was sloppily and eagerly making out with your dewy heat, fingers interlocked around your lower back, his shoulders pushing into the back of your thighs. then hugo was pulling away only to admire the slick mess he caused, smirk growing when you twitched once he dragged two of his fingers up and down your puffy lips before plunging them inside.
"is my pretty darling close? i can feel you tightening—'round my fingers. cum for me, my smart girl, cum all over me."
"vivian– so– it's so good—!" you whined out, thighs quivering in the slightest.
his tongue laved at you again, digits massaging your tightening walls languidly and in a split second, you were gushing without warning but a choked moan. cunt dripping arousal onto his mouth and fingers altogether. hugo couldn't feel any prouder that you fell apart before him. that sadistic smirk growing as you attempted to push him away once the sensitivity settles onto you.
"have we learned our lesson, baby? or do i have to fuck that attitude away with my cock too, hmm?"
"y-yes.. now i have to review microbiology with a sensitive cunt and dirty glasses. thanks, viv."
your sarcastic remark earned a light chuckle from the man, his sticky fingers smearing your orgasm on his tongue, and he still had the audacity to call you greedy. he then traced the acrylic frames on your face, wiping away at the translucent release caught on the lens.
"wear it til you finish the last chapter, mon amour."
❛ 𓈒⠀ 𝐍❀𝐓𝐄 ˙ ⌗ . . . i tried to characterize idia to the best of my abilities ! i was trying to make it obvious and not too obvious that he's down bad for reader 🥹
❤︎ warnings : ooc, this is a slightly different au. You’re engaged to them and it’s heavily implied that it’s since childhood, it was written with male reader in mind but I used gn pronouns. Cussing , reader is not yuu. You’re from a noble family or smth?
❤︎ summary : your friends finding out you’re engaged.
❤︎ note : arranged marriage au is genuinely my favvv!!! Unfortunately, there’s not enough of them :( especially the toxic and doomed ones! (This ones isn’t)
- 𝓡iddle rosehearts ,,
Your engagement with riddle wasn’t a vvvery strictly kept secret. Some people, like Trey and cater, of course were very aware that you two are engaged and to be wed.
But, it also wasn’t a hard guess given the matching rings you to had, the way he applied every rule that could get the queen of hearts and king of hearts closer together. (You’re his king of hearts, obviously.)
The way you have your own seat next to him at unbirthday parties, where the king of hearts would be sat, or that your own attire for unbirthday parties was just as elegant and beautiful as his. It’s only fitting for his king of hearts.
or how he let you off the hook when you broke some rules , which ace is so bitter about. And his bitterness lead to the very conversation you two had now.
You were sitting on the floor of ramshackles living room, deuce and ace around you. Yuu stepped out for a moment, while ace kept whining about riddle.
“I mean, you did fuck that up, ace. I’d kick you out the dorm if it was me..shame on riddle.”
“As if you’re one to talk! You never ever got your head cut off !"
"speaking of..housewarden riddle is always somewhat around you..”
“That’s to be expected. We’re engaged.”
…
You said casually, eating another piece of candy that deuce gave you. You were too nonchalant about it they genuinely thought you’re joking.
“Well that ain’t funny, I’ll tell you!”
“..? What’s funny about it? I thought it was pretty obvious, personally.”
You said , showing them your hand, the ring on it. They would’ve shrugged it off, saying that it’s a promise ring or a normal ring or something, but it looked pretty damn expensive..
“It dose look like the one riddle wears..”
“Right?!! I didn’t know you were engaged to housewarden riddle !”
“Lucky..that’s why you always get off trouble!”
You hummed , pulling your hand from him, eating another piece of candy. Maybe you are lucky, maybe you’re not. Who knows?
- 𝓚alim al asim
Your engagement with Kalim was mainly to connect your family and his. Something with benefits and bla bla bla..you don’t really care, not when you were younger and definitely not when you were older.
Jamil was just glad that you aren’t much of an airhead and risky thing as Kalim is, so he didn’t have to worry too much about, despite you being just as annoying sometimes.
Honestly, with how much Kalim is affectionate around you, basically never calling you with anything but pet names, you thought it’s obvious you two are together. Which is mostly the case. People assume you’re only dating, not engaged.
The other day, during lunch, you were quietly eating, deciding to keep your energy for later, until a voice cuts you off.
“Hey, I’m just noticing but..your ring looks hella expensive. Where’d you get it?”
You looked at ace, confused on why he was suddenly interested. Turns out deuce was thinking of a gift idea, and they were talking about Jewellery and that’s how it came up to your ring.
“Ah..I don’t really know, it was given to me.”
“Given to you?! Who gave that to ya? Ooh, must be a lover huh~”
“Well, yeah actually. It was from Kalim.”
The tables was silent just for a moment before they all looked confused.
“What do ya mean from Kalim?! That almost look like an engagement ring..”
Spoke epel, clearly surprised, and clearly not knowing he just guess it right, which was even more hilarious.
“Would it be crazzzyyy if I said it is?”
- 𝓘dia shroud
So. Your engagement with idia came from the fact that both your parents worked at Styx. Well..his parents ARE Styx, but your parents were like a real real close right hands men or something, so to ensure no information is leaked , they just made you the next head with idia! Easy , right?
But also because it’d be easier even for idia. Who knew if he’d find someone for himself? Which he was glad for tho..he really likes you.
But since he was usually a shut in loser , no one really suspected it. That you’re engaged, or he was.
The other day, you went to hang out with your friends and ortho , you wanted to show them your new gaming console ! Hehe, it was soo, so so cool!
“Look at it! It has many games already , too. Hehe, we should totally do a game night together!”
“That’s so cool! Where’d you get it? I heard that it’s , like, a super limited edition!”
“Idia got it for me! He also got one, so we sort of matched.”
Ortho nodded from beside you, adding to
“We tried it out with nii-san earlier! It’s so fun!”
“You hang out with him and ortho oddly a lot..are you two friends or something?”
Ace asked next, you paused for a moment, you do go to idias room quite a lot..and hang out a lot , because, duh ! Of course you will, you’re his spouse, but you just didn’t know if he wanted to tell them. Yet when you spoke, ortho cut you off.
“Actually, it’s—“ “[name] and nii-san are engaged! That’s why they hang out a lot.”
…
…
Wow, way to go ortho. Way to go. You won’t be saving him when idia gets him for this. Not at all. Matter of fact, you’re not giving him your gaming console.
- 𝓜alleus draconia
Listen, your engagement with malleus would NOTTT be kept good secret ok. He doesn’t see why , and trust me, people wil know who is the spouse of THE malleus draconia. So for this fics sake we will say, you were his spouse , but you never was exposed to the public. So they knew he had a spouse, they just didn’t know who.
Anyway, today, the first years had a sleep over at ramshackle! Yay, fun right?
BZZTT!! WROONNGGG
“WHERE IS IT?! Oh my sevens..sevens..”
You yelled frantically as you moved pillows and looked under cushions and carpets and pillows, damn, damn it! Your ring! You lost it, you glanced at sebek, he could help you. He needed to!
“Sebek, don’t just stand there! If we don’t find the ring , we will get in some big trouble!”
You said, did sebek have anything to do with your own reckless behaviour? Nope. Did he have anything to do with your mistake of losing the ring when coming to ramshackle? Also no. But he couldn’t possibly say no to you, so he , with his usual loud mouth and manners started to look for the ring with you.
Because really, you can always get him in trouble with you. Easily. And actually, many times where lilia scolds you, it somehow ends up with him getting upset at you AND sebek. So really. It was easy.
And if you don’t find the ring..uueugh..sevens, malleus would get so upset. And who will have to deal with him?? You! Sigh..it’s the worst when he has one of his tantrums, cause he sometimes purposely give you a hard time. You suspect that he only dose it to get your attention, but you didn’t ask that yet.
“Damnit..”
“What’s gotten you so ruffled up over a ring, anyway? It’s not the first time you lose something.”
Ace spoke, and he somewhat regretted the words that left his mouth with your glare. Not the time huh..
“Because if I lose the ring, I MIGHT AS WELL LOSE MY HEAD. YOUD KNOW LOTS ABOUT THAT.”
“OKAY.”
Ace didn’t even know why he was catching strays, but he should’ve kept silent anyway.. you give up with a weak sob as you fall face first on the floor, with epel slightly patting your head as if trying to comfort you. Then deuce spoke,
“But seriously..is the ring that expensive? You’ve lost few expensive stuff before and didn’t care..so..”
Deuce tried his best to word it right, so he won’t get what ace got, you huffed as you sat up. Sebek hesitantly sat next to you. Clearly, he didn’t find the ring.
“It’s not about expensive. It’s my engagement ring. And if I lose it now out of any time else , malleus would get so upset.”
You said with a sigh, resting your cheek on your palm. You were too occupied with your thoughts, and was only cut off by yells from the other three..
“ENGAGED?!”
“MALLEUS?”
“YOURE GETTING MARRIED?!”
You glanced at these three and rolled your eyes , what’s so surprising, anyway ? Before you could say anything, sebek beat you to it of course, speaking loudly about how of course you’re engaged to malleus and speaking of your greatness..
A moment after though, Jack walked in and saw the..messy circle but decided not to comment.
“Uh, I found this ring on the floor, dose it belong to any of you?”
Your face immediately brightens as you looked at what Jack was holding, that’s..
“MY RING!”
“YOUR RING!”
You and sebek, spoke at the same time.
lol. He must be excited too.
A/N : this was a bit rushed , but idias part was too short because I’m actually planning to write a whole fic. The engagement idea is something I’m so happy I came up with! So I’ll make it better and longer. If you have any reqs, feel free to send them!
warnings/tags: reader is possessive of Idia, fluff, typical Greek Mythology chaos, Ortho commits cyber-crimes ♡, severe social anxiety (comedic/exaggerated), gamer/tech terminology, ooc, grammatical errors, gn!reader but there might be times where I use feminine language (ie. Daughter instead of child) so pls tell me if you spot them so I can correct them, lmk if I missed anything!
a/n: writing this made me remember my Greek mythology phase back in 8th grade which was... *checks calendar* 4 years ago. Yikes, time really flies when you're having fun. That's probably why I felt every second of punk hazard (not to say that punk hazard was bad, I just wanted to see more of Franky and he kinda just disappeared in the middle of the arc).
p.s. This is the third and last part of my "meeting the parent/s" series! I had so much fun writing this and I hope that this is a satisfying conclusion♡ Anw, enough of my yapping, enjoy this!
>part 1< x >part 2<
The Gods were rather fond of parties—whether it'd be attending them or planning them. It was all the rage back in Mount Olympus. Well, what were they supposed to do for all of eternity? Sulk in their heavenly courts as nymph's sung their praises? Or are they perhaps going to set their divine gaze over the marble pillars that hasn't changed since who knows when? Heaven's no! After all, even the most luxurious and sublime architecture gets boring after a couple hundred years.
But you, for one, were not exactly... Keen on such events. You honestly found them to be a chore to attend. Plus, you've been busy with Night Raven College's workload (hah! Imagine that—the child of the Underworld itself being burdened with such trivial mortal matters, it's laughable!)
Well, that was the case until now.
The invitation arrived not via email or text, but as a shimmering, golden scroll that materialized out of thin air, smelling faintly of ambrosia. It dropped onto Idia’s desk with a heavy thud, causing his monitors to flicker and his hair to instantly turn a panicked, mess of flames.
"A... a physical summons?" Idia squeaked, backing away from the scroll as if it were a live grenade. "From the top-tier admins? The literal Pantheon? (Name), this isn't a dinner. This is a server-wide event. A 'Family Reunion' on Olympus? That’s not a social gathering—!"
"Yes, yes... I know, Idia: 'that’s a boss rush with the entire dev team present!' But..."
You picked up the scroll, reading the elegant, glowing script. "It’s just a reunion. My uhm... How do I even address her—ahem. My aunt, Hera is hosting. There will be food, nectar, and probably a lot of passive-aggressive bickering between everyone—even the ones that swear they don't have beef. It’s basically a standard family barbecue, just... with more divinity and not much genetic diversity." You say that last remark to yourself.
You didn't want to open that can of worms right now (you didn't want to scare poor Idia off). Even if you were 'birthed' from the eternal flames of the Underworld and thus had no genetic relation to the other Gods... Just... No. Another time, perhaps.
"YOU SAY THAT LIKE IT’S NORMAL!" Idia shrieked, his hair flaring into a chaotic, jagged mess of blue flames. "Your family tree is a collection of world-ending entities! If I show up, I’m just a mortal—a squishy, low-level NPC—walking into the middle of a divine cutscene! I don't have the gear for this! I don't have the resistance stats for 'Godly Wrath' or 'Awkward Small Talk with Zeus'!"
"You have me," you said, stepping into his personal space and gently smoothing down his hair. "And I’ve already told them you’re a 'highly specialized consultant' for the Underworld. They’re expecting someone brilliant, tech-savvy, and slightly socially awkward. You’ll fit right in."
"I am not 'slightly' socially awkward, I am a hermit-class build!" he protested, though he leaned into your touch, his hair dimming to a soft, nervous pink.
"You'll have me, won't you? Just trust me, Idy."
The transition to Olympus was instantaneous. One moment you were in the S.T.Y.X. labs, and the next, you were standing on a marble terrace overlooking the clouds. The air was thin, sweet, and hummed with raw, unfiltered power.
Idia looked like he was about to experience a total system failure. He was clutching his tablet so hard his knuckles were white, his eyes darting around at the towering, glowing figures lounging on golden couches.
"Okay," Idia whispered, his voice trembling. "I see Poseidon—he's Poseidon right?! Please, please, please don't tell me I'm gonna be smited for looking at him! This is a nightmare. A high-definition, high-stakes nightmare." You hum, still holding his hand, still being the only person anchoring him. You mutter a subtle "you'll be fine." It does nothing to ease Idia's nerves.
"And is that... is that Apollo trying to livestream a harp solo to the clouds?"
"Idy, those aren't just clouds; they're cloud nymphs. The distinction is important as to not offend them."
"Ah... I... I'm gonna get smited aren't I..."
"Idia, look at me," you commanded softly.
He looked, his eyes wide and frantic.
"You are the genius who hacked the Underworld’s firewall and impressed the Lord of the Dead. You are the guy who survived an irl dinner with your parents without chickening out. You are the guy who is currently dating the most chaotic person in the Pantheon. You can handle a few gods."
You drop your voice to a whisper, gently cradling his flushed face in your hands. "Plus, no God will be foolish enough to mess with what's mine."
Idia's hair burst into brilliant pink flames, his face getting hotter that the surface of the sun by the second. But before he could respond, a booming, jovial voice echoed across the terrace. "Ah! There he is! And is this the famous 'consultant' I’ve heard so much about?"
Zeus stood before you, his presence radiating enough electricity to power a small city. He looked Idia up and down with a grin that was both terrifying and surprisingly curious.
Idia froze. His hair turned a solid, rigid blue. He opened his mouth, but only a faint, static-like sound came out.
You stepped forward, placing a hand on Idia’s back. "Uncle Zeus, this is Idia Shroud. He’s the one who helped my dad optimize the soul-intake protocols. He’s a bit shy, but he’s a genius with systems."
Zeus’s eyes lit up. "Optimization? You mean he fixed the bottleneck in the Styx? That’s been a headache for eons! Tell me, boy, can you optimize a lightning bolt’s trajectory for better accuracy?"
Idia blinked, his brain finally rebooting. The mention of a technical challenge seemed to override his fear. His hair flickered back to a soft, thoughtful blue. "I... I mean, if you have the data logs for the atmospheric resistance and the current voltage output, I could probably run a simulation..."
You smiled, watching as Idia began to pull up a holographic interface, his hands moving with practiced, nervous speed. He was still terrified, but he was talking. He was engaging.
"See?" you whispered to yourself, leaning against the marble railing. "One expansion pack at a time."
From behind a pillar, Ortho popped up, his eyes scanning the gods with intense, data-hungry glee. "Brother! I’ve already started mapping the Wi-Fi signal on Olympus! It’s powered by pure solar energy! If we can tap into this, we can upgrade our home network to god-tier speeds!"
Idia didn't even look up from his tablet, though his face turned a deep, embarrassed red. "Ortho, if you try to hack the King of the Gods, I am leaving you in the Underworld."
"Too late, Brother!" Ortho chirped, his monitor displaying a 'Downloading...' bar that was already at 40%. "I'm already in the cloud!"
Idia let out a long, defeated sigh, but he didn't stop typing. He was too busy explaining the benefits of a cloud-based lightning strike to a very interested Zeus. You leaned back, watching the chaos unfold, and decided that, all things considered, this was going to be a very interesting reunion.
Before you could fully appreciate the absurd image of the King of the Cosmos taking tech-support notes from your socially phobic boyfriend, a heavy shadow fell across the marble terrace. The temperature plummeted, and the scent of ozone and ambrosia was instantly replaced by the sharp, metallic tang of cold iron and burning tinder.
"What in the name of the abyss is going on here?"
The crowd of lounging deities parted. Striding through the sea of glowing, pastel togas was a towering figure draped in silks as dark as an oil slick. His hair was a roaring crown of striking, azure flames, and his eyes burned with a stern, dangerous intensity.
Lord Hades had arrived. And he looked like he had just sat through a three-hour board meeting that could have been an email.
"Baba!" you called out, waving cheerfully.
Idia’s face paled, even more so than usual. "The final boss!" he squeaked, diving behind you and using your shoulders as a human shield. "The actual patch-notes administrator! He's here to revoke my access privileges!"
Hades ignored the panicked youth, his gaze locking onto Zeus, who was still holding a tablet Ortho had manifested for him. "Brother," Hades droned, his voice sounding like grinding tectonic plates. "Why are you harassing my contractor? I'm sure he has better use than to fix your outdated weather-control arrays."
"Harassing? I am mentoring!" Zeus boomed, throwing an arm out wide, nearly catching a passing cloud nymph in the face. "This boy has vision, Hades! He’s explaining a localized server grid for my thunderbolts! Do you know how many times I've accidentally struck a sacred bull because of atmospheric latency?"
"Three thousand, four hundred and twelve times in the last millennia," a crisp, cool voice interjected.
Aunt Hera glided into view, her eyes tracking Zeus with the precision of a laser-guided missile. She didn't look at her husband for long, instead turning her sharp, piercing gaze toward you—and then down to the blue-haired boy trembling violently behind you.
"So," Hera murmured, her expression a terrifying mask of regal curiosity. "This is the mortal who managed to domesticate the Underworld’s most unruly resident. Stand up straight, child. House Shroud does not breed cowards, or so I’ve been told by the underworld logs."
Idia slowly peeked over your shoulder, his teeth literally chattering. "M-M-Madam Director—I mean, Great Goddess! I'm just—I'm a backline support build! I don't possess any aggro-drawing stats, I swear—!"
"He's perfect, Aunt Hera," you interrupted smoothly, reaching back to squeeze Idia's icy-cold hand. "He keeps Baba's realm running at 200% efficiency. Without him, the afterlife would be a total system crash."
Hades crossed his arms, letting out a heavy, smoky sigh that singed a nearby bush of golden roses. "As much as it pains me to approve of a mortal... My child is right. The boy's code cleared a three-century backlog in the Tartarus intake files. He is... adequate."
From Hades, "adequate" was the equivalent of a standing ovation and a Nobel Prize.
Idia’s hair flickered into a faint, shocked pink. "He... he didn't smite me? He gave me a positive performance review in front of the server admins?"
Before Idia could celebrate his survival, a sudden splash of seawater drenched the marble terrace.
"Out of the way, landlubbers!"
Poseidon swaggered over, a massive, trident-grilled sea bass resting on his shoulder and a loud, obnoxious Hawaiian shirt thrown over his divine armor. He slammed a heavy, wet hand directly onto Idia’s back, nearly sending the poor boy face-first into the marble floor.
"So you're the tech-wiz!" Poseidon roared with laughter, his breath smelling faintly of brine and high-end nectar. "Listen, kid. The Underworld is a depressing server. Come work for the Sea Kingdom! I need someone to code a digital tracking system for the kraken migration. Those giant squids keep tangling up the underwater internet cables your parents laid down. It's a logistical nightmare!"
"A-... under-sea cables?!" Idia stammered, his inner network engineer suddenly wrestling with his absolute terror. "You... you're running fiber-optic sorcery through deep-sea trenches without proper hydrodynamic shielding?! That's literal data-packet suicide! The pressure alone would cause massive packet loss!"
"Exactly! See? He gets it!" Poseidon cheered, pointing a finger-gun at a completely bewildered Hades. "I'm stealing him, brother! He's a sea-dweller now!"
What.
You turn to look at your baba, an incredulous look on your face. The furrow of your brows were practically daring him to say anything less than that of a 'fuck no!'.
"He is on an exclusive, non-compete internship contract with the Dead, Poseidon," Hades snapped, his dark flames flaring a dangerous violet. "Touch him again and I will route all ocean-bound ghosts directly into your private bathhouse."
You hum to yourself, holding your boyfriend's hand extra tight. 'Not exactly what I wanted baba to say but it's close enough.'
While the Big Three began their traditional, earth-shaking bickering over corporate poaching, a cheerful ding! echoed from the center of the terrace.
Ortho floated down, his thrusters gleaming with a newly acquired, golden-solar luminescence. His monitor was flashing a triumphant neon-green.
"Brother! (Name)!" Ortho announced proudly, his voice echoing across the divine courtyard. "I have successfully bypassed the Mount Olympus Mainframe Security! I have upgraded our localized S.T.Y.X. network to 'God-Tier Wi-Fi 12G'! Our download speeds have increased by 40,000%. We can now download an entire library of surface anime in 0.0003 seconds!"
The entire pantheon went dead silent.
Zeus blinked. Hades stared. Hera’s brow twitched.
Idia looked at his little brother, his face turning an impossible shade of translucent white. "Ortho..." he whispered, his voice cracking. "Did you just... cyber-attack the heavens?"
"It wasn't an attack, Brother! It was a cooperative open-source data share!" Ortho beamed. "Look, Uncle Zeus's lightning bolt is already syncing to my cloud storage!"
To everyone's absolute shock, Zeus didn't throw a thunderbolt. Instead, he stared at his glowing tablet, watching a little digital avatar of Ortho optimize his lightning trajectory in real-time.
"Incredible..." Zeus muttered, a massive, booming laugh escaping his chest. "The accuracy... it's perfect. Boy! Your little automaton just saved a herd of my sacred cattle!"
Idia sank to his knees, his hands covering his face as his hair completely dissolved into puffs of exhausted blue smoke. "I'm a criminal. I'm a divine cyber-terrorist. They're going to ban my IP address from existence..."
You knelt down beside him, rubbing his back with a bright, victorious grin. "Are you kidding, Idy? You just successfully negotiated a multi-realm tech alliance! You're practically a god-tier diplomat."
You looked up just in time to see Aunt Demeter approaching from the buffet line, holding a massive bowl of home-grown pomegranates with a strict, scrutinizing glare.
'Right,' you thought, pulling Idia a little closer as he whimpered into your shoulder. 'Time to introduce him to the Goddess of Agriculture. One expansion pack at a time.'
It's all for Idia's sake, you tell yourself. You were definitely just trying to help his anxious self be more comfortable. Right.
Right...
You were definitely not just showing him off. Definitely not!
short drabble about overblot!idia suddenly getting a courage boost while you are trying to stop him
He had long noticed the obvious pattern of devastating wreckage and repair. By the time Scarabia’s vice housewarden had been overtaken by the ink accumulating from within him, Idia had it all figured out. Everything was falling into place too perfectly, and you were at the center of the spotlight. It couldn’t have been any coincidence that with each overblot, you happened to be there playing some part in the story. Whether it be as a mere background character without any significance, or the driving point of the ordeal, you just had to play the part of a hero.
Idia was never meant to get so invested in all the little things that followed you in your wake. He initially thought that your role in the Heartslabyul fiasco was merely an accident that ended all too well. Of course, their housewarden would have wanted to make amends for the trouble he has caused you. Getting involved in Savanaclaw’s foul play was most especially bold, and surely, you were only driven to challenge them for the sake of your friends. The same argument applied to your conflicts with Octanivelle, accompanied with a sense of urgency to save your living space. Idia found it odd that you found yourself entangled with Scarabia’s affairs, and as if he could predict it, an overblot had occurred, and you happened to save the day again. He was no longer surprised when he heard that the Ramshackle Prefect became a manager at Vil’s behest, and he already knew what would happen before such events transpired.
He wonders if this time, you shall play the part of a hero as well.
In the interactions he shared with you, he kept observing. You were an anomaly, at best. He still remembered the way you made a spectacle of yourself at the welcoming ceremony, and the way rumors spread about a magicless student who will be attending the college. You have always been kind, yet honest about your selfishness when it comes to your own wellbeing. No, you were not heroic in the slightest. You had nothing to your name, no magic at all. However, you did have friends like that troublesome duo, the beast, and all that fell for your good and charm.
Had Idia been any less of a villain, surely, he would have fallen entirely too.
And yet, there he was, staring you down from his machinery as the dead clawed at your feet. You were protected, yet all alone at the same time. Each and every one of your allies was fighting off a beast, leaving you to fend for yourself. Idia did have to give them all some credit for being able to protect you from those monsters, but doing so had left you vulnerable for him to prey on. Behind his mask, a crazed grin surfaced as he watched you take several steps back until the ground grumbled with instability. Even when staring at such a wicked villain, your eyes shone with defiance.
Just as the floor crumbled beneath you, a metal arm curled itself around your waist and pulled you forward. Blackness shrouded your vision, and the taste of metal hit your nose when you found yourself pressed against Idia’s humming chest. Even though his face was obscured by his modifications, you felt his glee through the way his eyes dilated looking into yours. His laughter boomed throughout the cave, catching the attention of some students whose hearts dropped at the spectacle. You wanted to scream for help, but the boy shushed your lips with a cold finger. “Spoiler alert, baby. I already know what’s gonna go down.” He cooed so sweetly, sending shivers down your spine. Idia had never sounded so confident before, not even when it was just you two playing games online with the console he had lent you so graciously. His tone frightened you beyond belief, certainly malicious of the shy boy you had come to know.
His hand snaked its way to the small of your back, supporting you as the machinery swayed you both back and forth on the platform. The world spun in your vision, but all you could really make out was Idia. “You unite the student body’s strongest mages, and with the great power of friendship, down goes the great villain and all his plans. Oh no! So sad, and we all live happily ever after once you save the day, yeah?” It was almost intimate— the way he held you and lowered down his mask, revealing that toothy grin that once fluttered butterflies into your chest. Now, all you knew was dread and uncertainty. You barely even registered him leaning so closely into your face, another clawed hand cupping your cheek until a nail scratched at the skin. “News flash, sweetheart! That ain’t happening today!”
He allowed you to look at the devastation that surrounded you both with a gentle tilt of the head. Dread filled your heart as you watched your friends struggle against the fiends, hope slowly wavering in the back of your mind. You couldn’t do anything, not without magic. Once again, you found yourself utterly defeated. After all, you had no magic, nor the wit to overthrow him here, on this platform.
Idia loved that empty expression you had. Heroes would never look that pathetic, but he didn’t mind that from you at all. You were never meant to take on that responsibility, and he wouldn’t force that on you. Just as he despised the role of being a housewarden, carrying the burden of his curse, he wished that you would never have to face that same fate. But you didn’t know that, nor will you accept it. Whether you knew of what he truly thought or not, there was still defiance in the way you held your ground and dug your heels into the platform. You have yet to accept fate, and that is something that Idia was willing to challenge.
Tilting your chin towards him with a gentle hand, Idia smiled at you. If the circumstances were different, you would have felt comforted by the sight. “Don’t look so upset. It will all be over soon and you won’t ever have to put yourself in danger again. Being the protagonist must be sooooo overrated and tiring, don’t you think? You clean up so many messes, and not even a proper thank you from any one of them! You won’t have to deal with any of it anymore once we’re done here!” However, to his surprise, you bite back with a glare. It wasn’t in your heart to abandon them after coming this far, nor did you have the heart to let Idia destroy himself from the inside out. You still cared despite the destruction of your home, and the ruins that followed after.
It was so touching, so sweet and endearing that it drew out a bitter laugh from the boy. “Still trying to be a champion, are you? You naive little thing, I guess you still don’t get it.” Suddenly, his grip on you tightened, and it feels like you are falling deeper into the abyss with him. You hear the cries of your friends from above, and the sight of the lance grows brighter and brighter. You remained silent in anticipation, but it seems that Idia cared not for the commotion behind him. He takes your silence as defiance.
“That’s fine. Have it your way.” Giggling to himself, the platform comes to a halt between the impending blast and the monster that Ortho has become. Your gaze is fixated on Idia once more, but the glow of the lantern makes itself known in your peripherals. There they were– Rook, Epel, and Vil were aiming that lance with frightened yet determined faces. Idia is still smiling, as if he knew that no matter what happened, whether he perishes here or leaves with you unscathed, he would win.
“What will you do now? Save the world or save me? That’s all on you, my hero!”
in which he suffers watching you fawn over his overblotted copy who seems to be in love with you.
SUMMARY: after an experiment gone wrong, an overblotted clone of one of the victims has re-emerged. luckily for everyone, it's reasonably powerless and will eventually disappear. unluckily for him, the clone seems to reflect his true feelings towards you.
PAIRINGS: overblot gang x reader (seperately)
WARNINGS: suggestive (for jamil, vil, and idia), slight possibility of drowning (azul), projection for ob!vil
NOTES: this is in celebration of hitting 100 followers! thank you so much for following my work, and for all the comments you have left behind! i will also be rewriting malleus's section once book 7 is complete! on another note, pls invade my inbox if you immediately see that reference from malleus's section, mwah!
"That's enough. If one of you barks one more time, I will have to show you what happens to unruly puppies that won't obey." Crewel sighs and pinched his nose, another hand gripping his baton in irritation. "Unfortunately, we cannot fix this in an hour. You bad doggies need to get along until this entire issue is resolved."
The professor clicked his tongue, shoving the two out of his office. "I have already contacted someone to get you both. Surely, the Prefect has survived both of you once and will be able to do it again. So stay put, and be good. Or else."
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
Seeing his Overblotted self summons waves of shame and embarrassment for Riddle. It was not his best moment at all, and that inky copy is a reflection of his worst flaws and traits. You could imagine how rushed Riddle was to collar his copy in fear that it would hurt others again, especially you who had already dealt with it once.
"Don't make me repeat myself, I demand that I see my King of Hearts, this instant!" It's very much like babysitting a spoiled child, and it makes Riddle so wracked with embarrassment. He cannot control his copy as it stomps and yells outrageous demands to see you. Riddle was really on the verge of collaring it and dragging it back to Heartsyabul when you turned the corner.
OB!Riddle's smile is so wide that it could be mistaken as sinister. "My rose!" Inky blot is smeared all over your uniform as the fake runs towards you. Just as Riddle was about to whip out his wand to stop it, you relax and return the embrace, albeit with a confused expression. Riddle manages to explain very quickly whilst trying to pry off his copy, but you suggest that it is best to let it do what it wants.
What Riddle doesn't tell you is that his copy reflects his desires as well, claiming he is uncertain why it insists on being so affectionate with you. However, it seems to be quite the blessing when OB!Riddle marches to the Heartslabyul dorm to resume its position as Housewarden. In fact, the entire dorm thanks you profusely for being able to manage that little tyrant with a bat of your eyelashes and a gentle voice.
"Trappola, have you not learned your lesson!? Rule #186, you shall not eat hamburg steak on Tuesday! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD—" Tapping lightly on its shoulder, you attempt to placate the copy with a weak smile. "Riddle— I mean, Housewarden Riddle, Ace has not been able to eat all day and the steak was the only thing left in the cafeteria. He did not have much of a choice." Suddenly, the copy's face softened before relaxing back into its seat.
"My rose, I mustn't bend the rules. If I bent them for one, I would have to bend them for all." It scowls, only sinking further into its chair as you rub gentle circles around his forearm. The entire table stares at you with looks of gratitude and relief, all in agreement that you just saved everyone a tantrum's worth of stress. You hummed at the copy, nodding softly. "I know, dear. May I remind you that rules are there to ensure everyone is happy and safe? If Ace hadn't eaten his lunch, perhaps he might have gorged on the tarts instead."
"I suppose you are right, my King of Hearts."
Riddle seethes from the other side of the table, arms crossed and face on the verge of turning red. It was hard for him to decide whether he was merely jealous, or upset at his own copy rampaging around as if he were the real one in charge. He pauses for a moment as an epiphany comes to him.
Is this what it looks like whenever the Prefect is here to calm me down from my temper?
Even though OB!Riddle cannot use his magic, Riddle is extremely watchful of his copy. It is perhaps the ugliest side of him, and the last thing he wants is an Unbirthday Party ruined and spoiled by ink. They only had to put up with it for a day, and surely, Riddle has enough patience to ride out this episode.
He does have to watch and hold himself back as his copy acts so familiar with you. A hand at your lower back, perhaps an inky kiss on the cheek, and you being referred to as 'his rose'? It should have been me!
When his copy disappears, Riddle takes the time to pull you aside and admit the truth behind the blot's behavior. His jealousy seems to have pushed him into confessing, and he makes it clear that he would rather earn your feelings properly instead of coercing you for affection with potential tantrums.
"Forgive me, Prefect. I apologize for my copy's behavior. I have to tell you the truth— it was reflecting my innermost feelings. Prefect, I harbor these affections for you and I yearn to be more than friends. You do not have to tell me anything else at the moment. If you wish for time, I understand as well. Allow me to be curt, at least just this once. I like you more than a friend should, and I would hope to hear your response soon." (So polite!)
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
What a drag. Does he really need to help monitor his own Overblotted self? If you were able to survive it once, you should be able to handle that huge lion on your own. OB!Leona appears to be nothing but a grumpy lion who answers to no one, only being forcibly dragged around by his original self.
It changes when you show up. Suddenly, the copy springs to life in your presence and is completely disobeying the original.
You are taken by surprise when OB!Leona backs you onto a wall, a clawed hand lightly brushing against your cheek. "Herbivore," He breathed as his green eyes zoned in on you. "You should be more careful when you wander these halls alone." You couldn't help but gulp as he grins, fangs glinting against the sunlight. "You never know who might just be planning to eat you."
But when Leona takes notice of his Overblot's sharp nails cut into your skin, his attitude changes as well. The original takes initiative to pull you away and stand between you both. Perhaps you don't understand the way they bare teeth at one another, taking aggressive stances as if one or the other would jump and claw at their target. It sets the tone for a very tense environment as you attempt to drag them both to Savanaclaw.
It was best to keep both lion beastmen confined in his room. Considering that OB!Leona was focused on getting your attention, it wasn't hard to manage him. It was all that his overblotted self wanted; attention and absolute adoration. Leona, on the other hand, was more so bothered by the fact you smelled too much like ink in his own room.
"Tell me, do you look at anyone else like this?" Having been kicked out of his own bed, Leona could only stare blankly from his couch as his copy kept you trapped against its chest on the mattress. It only served to annoy him further when you seemed to reciprocate the attention it was giving you. "No, only you." The copy smirks, its tail entangled around one of your legs. "Then tell me, why? What do you adore about me?"
You hummed, sighing while your hand began to play with his mane-like hair. "You're brilliant. You're the most cunning lion that I know." Leona swears you were teasing him as you take a quick glance at him, smiling slightly. "And you're the only one that can protect me." With a mocking grin, the copy cups your cheek and returns your gaze to his own. "Tell me more, herbivore."
When the copy finally reverts back to ink, Leona can't help but find some relief in having the bed (and you) all to himself again. The first thing he does is drag you to the mattress and keep you trapped against his chest. You still smell of ink and lion, and it's his job to fix that.
"Go to bed, herbivore... Ha? I don't have to give you an explanation. You're a smart cookie, haven't you figured it out yet? ... Even with all the answers my blotted copy gave you, you're still not satisfied? Hmph, that's not my problem anymore. You're mine now, is that what you wanted to hear? ... Good. Now if that is all, let's go to sleep. You reek of ink..."
AZUL ASHENGROTTO
It had become priority to get Azul's overblotted self into the biggest Octanivelle tank, which also happened to be the most isolated one. While OB!Azul seemed to be temporarily human, he seemed more irate with each second spent on the surface. It only relaxes slightly when it spots you, but his grip on your arm never relents. "Prefect, please. I need the sea..." He's just so needy and in pain. You'd help him, would you?
Azul is absolutely livid. He doesn't want you to see his copy in such a pathetic state. He most certainly tried to get you to turn the other way and march straight home, but you had to hit him with, "Even if it's your overblotted self, I would still help you." It might have been just a small comment, but he takes it as if you would move mountains for him. You weren't making it transactional, and that's practically special treatment for him.
You thought that his overblotted self would settle once in that tank. The copy immediately sheds its human form in favor of his merform, much to Azul's embarrassment. The businessman ready to drag you out and leave that blotted mess to fend for itself when a tentacle had dragged you into the water. Suddenly, you're met with teary blue eyes just before you were submerged. "You didn't plan to leave me here alone, did you?"
And goodness, Azul is just torn between fuming and panicking as his copy drags you further and further down. To make things worse, you haven't even taken a breathing potion! That was more than enough to make the octomer shake off his anxieties and plunge down into the waters after you before you drowned.
"And then what? What exactly were you planning to do once you had the Prefect here?" Azul pinched the bridge of his nose as he crossed his arms, unable to even make eye contact with you. Clutching at the little potion bottle in your hands, you do your best to ignore the way that the copy's tentacles seem to latch onto every single limb of yours. Not to mention how they twitch and slowly coil against your skin, or the way that the copy buries itself into your neck with a whine while it ignores its original.
"Why? Why won't you give me an answer?" It murmurs, arms caging you into its chest. You can see Azul's jaw clench, but you cannot exactly tell if he's embarrassed by how pathetic his overblot can be or envious of how it got a chance to be so close. "I'll give you everything. You will never want for anything. All you have to do is say that you'll be mine." The copy grits its teeth as it tightens its grip on you, tearing a surprised gasp from your throat.
"Why won't you surrender to me?"
The moment that this entire fiasco ends, you never see Azul for another two weeks. Every time you go to the Mostro Lounge to see him, he's suddenly occupied with every single disaster known to man. It isn't until Floyd gets bored of the entire thing when you get the opportunity to be tossed into the tank again. It isn't until Azul jumps into the tank after you with another breathing potion to save you, again.
"Please don't speak of that incident, Prefect. I wish you never had to be witness to such a sorry display... W-What do you mean Floyd told you about that botched blot experiment?! ... Don't play with me, Prefect. You can't just say that you'll surrender to me, you'll hurt my poor heart! ... If you dare say it again, I am afraid that the contract can never be broken. Choose your next words wisely, Prefect. Not all agreements have to be in writing."
JAMIL VIPER
Of all the Overblots here, Jamil's was the most... unhinged one, surprisingly. It was also the nastiest, based on how it seemed to disregard everyone around him. Truly, it was the worst of Jamil's envy and wrath towards everyone around him for shaping him as a servant. No matter what Jamil did to snap some sense into his copy's head, it only served to tick it off even more.
When you came to assess the situation, however, you immediately got the sense that the Overblot will not be cooperative unless it gets what it wants.
"Master Jamil," Both copy and original froze, slowly turning their heads to you, who has knelt onto the floor with a small smile. "A frown does not suit such a handsome face. Is there anything I can do for you?" Jamil remains frozen, mentally screaming in his head while his Overblotted self smirks, sauntering towards you with desire swirling in his maddened gaze. "Rise, my diamond. You certainly may do a little favour for me..."
Thanks to Kalim and the coordination of the entire Scarabia dorm, everyone has tricked OB!Jamil into thinking it was the boss of the place (at least for a day, Kamil is super understanding of the situation!). At least someone expected the copy to see through this farce, but OB!Jamil's ego was so stroked by you and everyone around that it seemed to buy into the delusion.
Unlike Leona's copy which was super uninterested with anything that didn't concern you, Jamil's blotted self was extremely irritant with everyone else. Had it not been for you, Jamil would never be able to live down the embarrassment for having such an... unpleasant copy. So far, there have been no disasters while Jamil was occupied with keeping his copy at bay.
It's just that... Jamil has been watching from the sidelines as you are perched on his copy's lap, feeding it and attending to it's every beck and call!
Gripping his knee, Jamil's eyes narrowed onto your flushed gaze as your fingers combed through his copy's hair. If he had envied everything that Kalim ever wase, he certainly envied the abomination wearing his face as it rested its head on your lap. You didn't have to look at Jamil to know that he was seething, but it wasn't as if you could abandon the blotted copy either. It had only been a few hours since it had latched onto you, and this was not the best time to agitate it.
"It seems that I have not rewarded you." The copy sings. Its expression remains content, shuddering at the sensation of your fingers pulling gently at its scalp. "Do tell me what you desire most." Your breath hitched at the copy's purr. You do not react either as the fake Jamil sits up to caress your warm cheek. Biting onto your lower lip, you shook your head. "I desire nothing but to make you happy, master." You swear that you see Jamil's expression strain itself, and you already see how tight he grips his knee.
"Is that so?" You say nothing when the copy leans in closer to you, licking its lips with intent. You should be frightened, and most certainly be running away, but you don't. "You wish to make me happy, then? Is it me that you want?"
All the signs were there. That copy's hand was pressed against your lower back, the other hand was on your cheek, and his face was so so close—
Its lips are hot to the touch, and you melt immediately into his hands as he pushes and prods with his tongue. Against the candlelight, Jamil cannot tell if your cheeks were truly flushed red. He watches as your own hands crept up onto the copy's shoulders, pressing and digging nails into its shoulders until you have the strength to push yourself away for air.
You pant as your vision returns to you, meeting the copy's cruel smirk. It is looking down on you, and yet, you do not feel animosity towards it. You only feel disappointment once you recall it was only a fake.
"Or perhaps," A gasp is torn from your throat when the fake grabs your cheeks with a firm hand, forcing your gaze to fall upon a stunned, yet flushed Jamil. The copy smiles wickedly against your cheek, humming with absolute glee.
"Is it him that you want instead?"
You nod, and Jamil's heart skips a beat.
Yeah, no. Our boy Jamil ain't recovering from this. The moment that the blot disappears, you best expect that Jamil ain't letting you leave that room without an answer.
"I wouldn't act coy right now, Prefect. You may be clever, but I have no patience for your antics. Now, are you going to be honest with me? ... Why don't you tell me what you want, instead? What? But you were so honest with that fake only a few moments ago. Where have your words gone? ... You wish for me to force the truth out of you, then? ... As you wish, Prefect. I will give you everything you want."
VIL SCHOENHEIT
This was such an inconvenience for poor Vil, and he hates his copy to the same extent that Azul does. Just like Riddle, Vil feels a sense of shame when he looks at his doppelganger because it was a personification of his insecurities and selfishness. However, at least the copy was very calm and cooperative, perhaps even melancholy until it sees you.
Seeing Vil's Overblotted self again doesn't change the fact that the fake was still so beautiful. You are actually stunned into silence when you are brought before the two. Grim swears you have stopped functioning because being in the presence of two Vil's is too much for this world.
If you weren't watching yourself, you would've passed out the moment OB!Vil cupped your cheek with its inky hand and smiled down at you. "Ah, Prefect..." You gulped as it cooed at you, much to Vil's alarm. Its surely dangerous, but danger loves you so much and you can't pull away from it.
OB!Vil never lets you out of its sight after that. Wherever you went, the blot would follow. It seems to be fixated on being in your sights, which was not exactly a problem when you brought yourself to Vil's quarters where you would wait the entire thing out. It does concern you, however, just as the copy seems to grow more and more unhinged with each second that passes.
Vil is not exactly envious of how intimate the fake acts with you. Rather, he's extremely perplexed and observant of the way it pines for your attention and praise like a lovesick puppy. However, it isn't always so sweet. It isn't so sweet when the copy comes so close to scratching at your skin as it begs for your honesty. It certainly does not appreciate being lied to.
"Tell me, Prefect. Who is the fairest one of all?" It asks for the hundredth time.
Vil cannot exactly explain how he found himself watching his copy cage you into his own bed. It has straddled your hips, pinning your hands down onto the mattress without a care for the mess it makes. Ink drips and spills over his silk sheets, his pillows, you. Your neck has been smeared with ink, and so have your clothes. His copy is smiling with ink dripping from its lips and its hair, an obscure yet beautiful mockery of the original.
The original's breath hitches as your lips part into a breathy smile. You look like absolute art, and his fake looks like an absolute mess. "You, Vil. You're the fairest one of all." Vil shut his eyes at your quiet whisper, and he wishes that you stop bending yourself over for this pathetic imitation of him.
The copy snorted in dismissal, a sinister grin taking over its features. "Ha!" Even as it grips your wrists tighter, you know better than to believe that the copy would dare hurt you. Your heart pounds, however, as it leans in closely to your face with desperation on its breath. "Why do you say such, Prefect? Why do you say such when you feast your gaze on the ugliest part of me?" A choked breath stills the copy, its grin growing more crooked and maddened. Ink splashes against your cheek, and the copy pathetically takes a long finger to smear it away, only obscuring your features further.
"Are you trying to lie to me?" It croaked, maintaining that desperately smile.
Vil thinks you'll push it away. Vil thinks that you think of his copy so hideously, and so ugly. Vil thinks that you see him as ugly.
And you dispel all those cursed thoughts as your hand reaches out to cup the copy's cheek, dirtying your own hand in turn. "You've pushed yourself so hard, Vil. You've worked hard for everything you dreamed of." The copy's crazed expression remains, and more ink pours into you. Still, you return it with a gentle smile of your own. "Even when everyone complains, you're only pushing them because you care the most. Perhaps you act like the evil queen everyone makes you out to be, but that crown is yours by right."
Vil's heart stops. He still cannot bring himself to look at the sight. It's that cynical part of him that believe in your acting skills, that this was all a ruse to satiate his fake. The knife digs into his chest further as you hummed sweetly. "Your flaws are just as beautiful to me."
Only then does Vil bring himself to look at his copy. It is still smiling, eyes so wide as blotted tears fall upon your skin. You are covered in ink, covered in the ugliness that had consumed Vil, but you accept it all. You embrace the mess, just as you embrace the ugliness of Vil's heart. "Do you truly mean it, Prefect?" Its whisper shakes with hope, very much unlike the weariness and suspicion it held towards you the entire time.
Both you and the copy slowly glance at the real Vil whose eyes had widened at your softened gaze, filled with nothing but adoration. The heart in his chest ached, and he imagines that his entire body is melting into your hands. You are his weakness, after all.
"I mean every word, Vil."
When the situation died down, Vil takes the time to walk you back to Ramshackle Dorm. However, he makes a quick stop when the moon is set at the right spot, just to cast down light on your starstruck gaze.
"To think that the ugliest part of me revealed such feelings— you deserve an appropriate confession, at the very least. The affection that my fake expressed to you was no different to what I feel for you. I realize... that you meant more to me than you should have. I am not a benevolent prince, nor am I pure as the white snow. Still, I offer my heart for you to keep in a box. I only ask you to accept me, for all my beauty and ugliness... Ha, potato. My lovely potato, you're mine..."
IDIA SHROUD
Surprisingly, Idia got along the most with his Overblotted self. It wasn't as if he was driven by pride or competition— there was just some sort of acceptance when OB!Idia was first manifested. There wouldn't have been much issues.
At least, that was what he wanted to believe before OB!Idia set his eyes on you. It sent Idia into a choking fit when he saw OB!Idia approach you with such cool indifference, acting like one of those aloof protagonists from those dark otome games that he saw on a playthrough once. It's the way that OB!Idia leaned down towards your ear, muttering something about his boredom and suggesting to retreat to his dorm.
Idia took an hour to recover before sprinting to his dorm to ensure nothing has happened. All he found was you sitting on OB!Idia's thighs (it insisted!), and Idia swore that his copy was smirking at him.
OB!Idia was nothing to be concerned about. It wasn't as if it had the power to open up the Gate of the Underworld, which so happened to be far away. Other than the fact that the copy seems so... forward with you, Idia tried his hardest to ignore it.
"You look tense, Prefect." The copy smirked as it gently backed you against the wall. It places an arm right above your head, the figure leaning down at you. Behind the mask it wore, you can almost see it smirking down on you. "Don't I scare you?"
If this was the copy's attempt to intimidate you, ha! You got it covered! Idia is practically weak to any sort of romantic notion, it should surely send his overblot into a flustered fit! Boldly, you close in the gap slightly, crossing your arms around his neck and smiled at him. "Not at all, Idia." Much to your surprise, however, the copy takes its hand to cradle the back of your head, gently nudging your face closer until you barely a hair's worth away from kissing his mask.
"Are you sure about that?"
Suddenly a flare of red catches your attention as you glance to the side to see a fuming Idia who snuck over to your side. Wrapping a possessive arm around your middle, the original Idia glared at the fake and gritted his sharp teeth. "Listen here, bucko. You ain't getting more action than me, so buzz off!" He towers over you, hair threatening to burn orange if this fake continues to toy with you. "You wanna play, huh? Only one of us can have her, and you're nothing but a MagicMart knock-off!"
Cocking its head to the side, the copy snorted. It didn't seem to relent its hold it had on you. Instead, it leaned in towards Idia with a taunting stare. "Yeah? Why don't you ask the Prefect, hm? Seems like our little guest is enjoying all the attention." Both of them glance down at you, who seemed to be busy turning red to even give a proper response.
The blotted copy takes its hand to cup your cheek gently, but it was only a ruse as it forces you to look at Idia, eyes hazy with want. The way your breath shudders makes the original itch to steal you away from the copy.
"Don't you?"
Take that ending however you will. Idia does end up confessing to you once his copy is reduced to ink once more.
"Don't give me that look, Prefect. You totally loved seeing me get all riled up. And don't you dare deny you hated the idea of getting sandwiched by two of me... Please don't make me say it. I ain't good at the 'asking out' part, but I don't wanna skip over to straight up dating. Ugh, fine. I actually liked you for a really long time, and oh Great Seven, I just hope that I'm saying the right stuff to get onto your route. You're the only route that I wanna pursue."
MALLEUS DRACONIA (Book 7 is incomplete at the time of this posting)
Had it not been for the lack of potency in the blot, OB!Malleus would have been the end of NRC. Lilia was not a stranger to Malleus's ability to change the environment based on his mood. Even when this was a mere fake that they were dealing with, no one really wants to find out the consequences of upsetting the copy.
Malleus looks down on his Overblotted self. It was a flawed part of him, but nonetheless, a part of him that he was most disappointed by. The Fae Prince should know better than to act so wickedly, but the original understands. He tries to be as sympathetic as he can be for the copy, but it was only indifferent to what the original demanded of it.
Being the concerned friend that you were, you went to see them both despite all warnings from Sebek. Admittedly, Malleus would rather you be as far away from this poor imitation as possible. He does not want to see you hurt, let alone be at the mercy of his copy. Alas, it is too late now. The blotted copy will not allow you to leave.
Malleus hid his frustrations and anger underneath that collected demeanor. The only thing keeping him from doing anything rash was the fact that you were cradled against his chest. With a protective arm holding your waist, you were seated upon the fae's lap. The copy is forced to look up at him as he sat on his makeshift throne, and the fury behind its eyes is most evident, based on the way its hands grip your knees as if it were the only piece of you left.
Alas, it is only a stalemate now. With each tug that the copy made at your lower half, Malleus would simply pull you closer to him in turn. The fae hummed, glaring down at the copy who seems indifferent to intimidation. "Prefect, you may only say the word and this fake will be no more." He grunted, and you resist the urge to whimper as the copy's lips turned upwards into a smile. "If you wish for it, Prefect, I will disappear." It cooed, and the glint in its eyes reflecting the madness of blot.
Hesitantly, you shake your head and only feel Malleus's nails brush against your waist. "I don't want you to disappear." You whispered meekly, uncertain of what to think of the fake's lovestruck gaze. "Prefect, do you know what I can give you?" Even as the fake is forced down by the original, it still has the nerve to reach out and cup your cheek. "I can grant your dreams. I can make your fantasies a reality. I can give you everything."
Malleus lets out a breath of warning, leaning down to your ear as he narrowed his eyes at the fake with restraint. "Do not listen to this mockery, Prefect." His words are tinged with a hint of desperation, as if he had something to hide, something to shield you from. No matter how much he attempts to intimidate the fake, his blotted self presses on with a cruel smile.
"Prefect, all you have to do is love me, fear me, and do as I say. I will be your servant to will, to rule, to ruin." You are frozen as Malleus loses his temper, swinging out his staff to dispel the fake once and for all. Much to his dismay, his blotted self backs away just in time as its glowing green eyes lock onto yours once more.
"All you have to do is stay with me, forever."
The campus lets out a collective sigh of relief when the OB!Malleus disappears. However, suddenly, the entire campus is holding its breath again when Malleus doesn't immediately let you leave his room.
"Prefect, I beseech for your forgiveness. I fear that the fake has reflected my most selfish desires... You have nothing to fear, for I shall never withhold you against your will. How could I do such a thing when I am already so weak to your whims? ... Perhaps you do not have to stay forever to render me your servant. I pine for you, Prefect. My heart has already been yours long before I noticed. Please, grant me your forgiveness, Prefect, lest you cast me aside and I shall let my feelings fade with time."
in which he suffers watching you fawn over his overblotted copy who seems to be in love with you.
SUMMARY: after an experiment gone wrong, an overblotted clone of one of the victims has re-emerged. luckily for everyone, it's reasonably powerless and will eventually disappear. unluckily for him, the clone seems to reflect his true feelings towards you.
PAIRINGS: overblot gang x reader (seperately)
WARNINGS: suggestive (for jamil, vil, and idia), slight possibility of drowning (azul), projection for ob!vil
NOTES: this is in celebration of hitting 100 followers! thank you so much for following my work, and for all the comments you have left behind! i will also be rewriting malleus's section once book 7 is complete! on another note, pls invade my inbox if you immediately see that reference from malleus's section, mwah!
"That's enough. If one of you barks one more time, I will have to show you what happens to unruly puppies that won't obey." Crewel sighs and pinched his nose, another hand gripping his baton in irritation. "Unfortunately, we cannot fix this in an hour. You bad doggies need to get along until this entire issue is resolved."
The professor clicked his tongue, shoving the two out of his office. "I have already contacted someone to get you both. Surely, the Prefect has survived both of you once and will be able to do it again. So stay put, and be good. Or else."
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
Seeing his Overblotted self summons waves of shame and embarrassment for Riddle. It was not his best moment at all, and that inky copy is a reflection of his worst flaws and traits. You could imagine how rushed Riddle was to collar his copy in fear that it would hurt others again, especially you who had already dealt with it once.
"Don't make me repeat myself, I demand that I see my King of Hearts, this instant!" It's very much like babysitting a spoiled child, and it makes Riddle so wracked with embarrassment. He cannot control his copy as it stomps and yells outrageous demands to see you. Riddle was really on the verge of collaring it and dragging it back to Heartsyabul when you turned the corner.
OB!Riddle's smile is so wide that it could be mistaken as sinister. "My rose!" Inky blot is smeared all over your uniform as the fake runs towards you. Just as Riddle was about to whip out his wand to stop it, you relax and return the embrace, albeit with a confused expression. Riddle manages to explain very quickly whilst trying to pry off his copy, but you suggest that it is best to let it do what it wants.
What Riddle doesn't tell you is that his copy reflects his desires as well, claiming he is uncertain why it insists on being so affectionate with you. However, it seems to be quite the blessing when OB!Riddle marches to the Heartslabyul dorm to resume its position as Housewarden. In fact, the entire dorm thanks you profusely for being able to manage that little tyrant with a bat of your eyelashes and a gentle voice.
"Trappola, have you not learned your lesson!? Rule #186, you shall not eat hamburg steak on Tuesday! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD—" Tapping lightly on its shoulder, you attempt to placate the copy with a weak smile. "Riddle— I mean, Housewarden Riddle, Ace has not been able to eat all day and the steak was the only thing left in the cafeteria. He did not have much of a choice." Suddenly, the copy's face softened before relaxing back into its seat.
"My rose, I mustn't bend the rules. If I bent them for one, I would have to bend them for all." It scowls, only sinking further into its chair as you rub gentle circles around his forearm. The entire table stares at you with looks of gratitude and relief, all in agreement that you just saved everyone a tantrum's worth of stress. You hummed at the copy, nodding softly. "I know, dear. May I remind you that rules are there to ensure everyone is happy and safe? If Ace hadn't eaten his lunch, perhaps he might have gorged on the tarts instead."
"I suppose you are right, my King of Hearts."
Riddle seethes from the other side of the table, arms crossed and face on the verge of turning red. It was hard for him to decide whether he was merely jealous, or upset at his own copy rampaging around as if he were the real one in charge. He pauses for a moment as an epiphany comes to him.
Is this what it looks like whenever the Prefect is here to calm me down from my temper?
Even though OB!Riddle cannot use his magic, Riddle is extremely watchful of his copy. It is perhaps the ugliest side of him, and the last thing he wants is an Unbirthday Party ruined and spoiled by ink. They only had to put up with it for a day, and surely, Riddle has enough patience to ride out this episode.
He does have to watch and hold himself back as his copy acts so familiar with you. A hand at your lower back, perhaps an inky kiss on the cheek, and you being referred to as 'his rose'? It should have been me!
When his copy disappears, Riddle takes the time to pull you aside and admit the truth behind the blot's behavior. His jealousy seems to have pushed him into confessing, and he makes it clear that he would rather earn your feelings properly instead of coercing you for affection with potential tantrums.
"Forgive me, Prefect. I apologize for my copy's behavior. I have to tell you the truth— it was reflecting my innermost feelings. Prefect, I harbor these affections for you and I yearn to be more than friends. You do not have to tell me anything else at the moment. If you wish for time, I understand as well. Allow me to be curt, at least just this once. I like you more than a friend should, and I would hope to hear your response soon." (So polite!)
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
What a drag. Does he really need to help monitor his own Overblotted self? If you were able to survive it once, you should be able to handle that huge lion on your own. OB!Leona appears to be nothing but a grumpy lion who answers to no one, only being forcibly dragged around by his original self.
It changes when you show up. Suddenly, the copy springs to life in your presence and is completely disobeying the original.
You are taken by surprise when OB!Leona backs you onto a wall, a clawed hand lightly brushing against your cheek. "Herbivore," He breathed as his green eyes zoned in on you. "You should be more careful when you wander these halls alone." You couldn't help but gulp as he grins, fangs glinting against the sunlight. "You never know who might just be planning to eat you."
But when Leona takes notice of his Overblot's sharp nails cut into your skin, his attitude changes as well. The original takes initiative to pull you away and stand between you both. Perhaps you don't understand the way they bare teeth at one another, taking aggressive stances as if one or the other would jump and claw at their target. It sets the tone for a very tense environment as you attempt to drag them both to Savanaclaw.
It was best to keep both lion beastmen confined in his room. Considering that OB!Leona was focused on getting your attention, it wasn't hard to manage him. It was all that his overblotted self wanted; attention and absolute adoration. Leona, on the other hand, was more so bothered by the fact you smelled too much like ink in his own room.
"Tell me, do you look at anyone else like this?" Having been kicked out of his own bed, Leona could only stare blankly from his couch as his copy kept you trapped against its chest on the mattress. It only served to annoy him further when you seemed to reciprocate the attention it was giving you. "No, only you." The copy smirks, its tail entangled around one of your legs. "Then tell me, why? What do you adore about me?"
You hummed, sighing while your hand began to play with his mane-like hair. "You're brilliant. You're the most cunning lion that I know." Leona swears you were teasing him as you take a quick glance at him, smiling slightly. "And you're the only one that can protect me." With a mocking grin, the copy cups your cheek and returns your gaze to his own. "Tell me more, herbivore."
When the copy finally reverts back to ink, Leona can't help but find some relief in having the bed (and you) all to himself again. The first thing he does is drag you to the mattress and keep you trapped against his chest. You still smell of ink and lion, and it's his job to fix that.
"Go to bed, herbivore... Ha? I don't have to give you an explanation. You're a smart cookie, haven't you figured it out yet? ... Even with all the answers my blotted copy gave you, you're still not satisfied? Hmph, that's not my problem anymore. You're mine now, is that what you wanted to hear? ... Good. Now if that is all, let's go to sleep. You reek of ink..."
AZUL ASHENGROTTO
It had become priority to get Azul's overblotted self into the biggest Octanivelle tank, which also happened to be the most isolated one. While OB!Azul seemed to be temporarily human, he seemed more irate with each second spent on the surface. It only relaxes slightly when it spots you, but his grip on your arm never relents. "Prefect, please. I need the sea..." He's just so needy and in pain. You'd help him, would you?
Azul is absolutely livid. He doesn't want you to see his copy in such a pathetic state. He most certainly tried to get you to turn the other way and march straight home, but you had to hit him with, "Even if it's your overblotted self, I would still help you." It might have been just a small comment, but he takes it as if you would move mountains for him. You weren't making it transactional, and that's practically special treatment for him.
You thought that his overblotted self would settle once in that tank. The copy immediately sheds its human form in favor of his merform, much to Azul's embarrassment. The businessman ready to drag you out and leave that blotted mess to fend for itself when a tentacle had dragged you into the water. Suddenly, you're met with teary blue eyes just before you were submerged. "You didn't plan to leave me here alone, did you?"
And goodness, Azul is just torn between fuming and panicking as his copy drags you further and further down. To make things worse, you haven't even taken a breathing potion! That was more than enough to make the octomer shake off his anxieties and plunge down into the waters after you before you drowned.
"And then what? What exactly were you planning to do once you had the Prefect here?" Azul pinched the bridge of his nose as he crossed his arms, unable to even make eye contact with you. Clutching at the little potion bottle in your hands, you do your best to ignore the way that the copy's tentacles seem to latch onto every single limb of yours. Not to mention how they twitch and slowly coil against your skin, or the way that the copy buries itself into your neck with a whine while it ignores its original.
"Why? Why won't you give me an answer?" It murmurs, arms caging you into its chest. You can see Azul's jaw clench, but you cannot exactly tell if he's embarrassed by how pathetic his overblot can be or envious of how it got a chance to be so close. "I'll give you everything. You will never want for anything. All you have to do is say that you'll be mine." The copy grits its teeth as it tightens its grip on you, tearing a surprised gasp from your throat.
"Why won't you surrender to me?"
The moment that this entire fiasco ends, you never see Azul for another two weeks. Every time you go to the Mostro Lounge to see him, he's suddenly occupied with every single disaster known to man. It isn't until Floyd gets bored of the entire thing when you get the opportunity to be tossed into the tank again. It isn't until Azul jumps into the tank after you with another breathing potion to save you, again.
"Please don't speak of that incident, Prefect. I wish you never had to be witness to such a sorry display... W-What do you mean Floyd told you about that botched blot experiment?! ... Don't play with me, Prefect. You can't just say that you'll surrender to me, you'll hurt my poor heart! ... If you dare say it again, I am afraid that the contract can never be broken. Choose your next words wisely, Prefect. Not all agreements have to be in writing."
JAMIL VIPER
Of all the Overblots here, Jamil's was the most... unhinged one, surprisingly. It was also the nastiest, based on how it seemed to disregard everyone around him. Truly, it was the worst of Jamil's envy and wrath towards everyone around him for shaping him as a servant. No matter what Jamil did to snap some sense into his copy's head, it only served to tick it off even more.
When you came to assess the situation, however, you immediately got the sense that the Overblot will not be cooperative unless it gets what it wants.
"Master Jamil," Both copy and original froze, slowly turning their heads to you, who has knelt onto the floor with a small smile. "A frown does not suit such a handsome face. Is there anything I can do for you?" Jamil remains frozen, mentally screaming in his head while his Overblotted self smirks, sauntering towards you with desire swirling in his maddened gaze. "Rise, my diamond. You certainly may do a little favour for me..."
Thanks to Kalim and the coordination of the entire Scarabia dorm, everyone has tricked OB!Jamil into thinking it was the boss of the place (at least for a day, Kamil is super understanding of the situation!). At least someone expected the copy to see through this farce, but OB!Jamil's ego was so stroked by you and everyone around that it seemed to buy into the delusion.
Unlike Leona's copy which was super uninterested with anything that didn't concern you, Jamil's blotted self was extremely irritant with everyone else. Had it not been for you, Jamil would never be able to live down the embarrassment for having such an... unpleasant copy. So far, there have been no disasters while Jamil was occupied with keeping his copy at bay.
It's just that... Jamil has been watching from the sidelines as you are perched on his copy's lap, feeding it and attending to it's every beck and call!
Gripping his knee, Jamil's eyes narrowed onto your flushed gaze as your fingers combed through his copy's hair. If he had envied everything that Kalim ever wase, he certainly envied the abomination wearing his face as it rested its head on your lap. You didn't have to look at Jamil to know that he was seething, but it wasn't as if you could abandon the blotted copy either. It had only been a few hours since it had latched onto you, and this was not the best time to agitate it.
"It seems that I have not rewarded you." The copy sings. Its expression remains content, shuddering at the sensation of your fingers pulling gently at its scalp. "Do tell me what you desire most." Your breath hitched at the copy's purr. You do not react either as the fake Jamil sits up to caress your warm cheek. Biting onto your lower lip, you shook your head. "I desire nothing but to make you happy, master." You swear that you see Jamil's expression strain itself, and you already see how tight he grips his knee.
"Is that so?" You say nothing when the copy leans in closer to you, licking its lips with intent. You should be frightened, and most certainly be running away, but you don't. "You wish to make me happy, then? Is it me that you want?"
All the signs were there. That copy's hand was pressed against your lower back, the other hand was on your cheek, and his face was so so close—
Its lips are hot to the touch, and you melt immediately into his hands as he pushes and prods with his tongue. Against the candlelight, Jamil cannot tell if your cheeks were truly flushed red. He watches as your own hands crept up onto the copy's shoulders, pressing and digging nails into its shoulders until you have the strength to push yourself away for air.
You pant as your vision returns to you, meeting the copy's cruel smirk. It is looking down on you, and yet, you do not feel animosity towards it. You only feel disappointment once you recall it was only a fake.
"Or perhaps," A gasp is torn from your throat when the fake grabs your cheeks with a firm hand, forcing your gaze to fall upon a stunned, yet flushed Jamil. The copy smiles wickedly against your cheek, humming with absolute glee.
"Is it him that you want instead?"
You nod, and Jamil's heart skips a beat.
Yeah, no. Our boy Jamil ain't recovering from this. The moment that the blot disappears, you best expect that Jamil ain't letting you leave that room without an answer.
"I wouldn't act coy right now, Prefect. You may be clever, but I have no patience for your antics. Now, are you going to be honest with me? ... Why don't you tell me what you want, instead? What? But you were so honest with that fake only a few moments ago. Where have your words gone? ... You wish for me to force the truth out of you, then? ... As you wish, Prefect. I will give you everything you want."
VIL SCHOENHEIT
This was such an inconvenience for poor Vil, and he hates his copy to the same extent that Azul does. Just like Riddle, Vil feels a sense of shame when he looks at his doppelganger because it was a personification of his insecurities and selfishness. However, at least the copy was very calm and cooperative, perhaps even melancholy until it sees you.
Seeing Vil's Overblotted self again doesn't change the fact that the fake was still so beautiful. You are actually stunned into silence when you are brought before the two. Grim swears you have stopped functioning because being in the presence of two Vil's is too much for this world.
If you weren't watching yourself, you would've passed out the moment OB!Vil cupped your cheek with its inky hand and smiled down at you. "Ah, Prefect..." You gulped as it cooed at you, much to Vil's alarm. Its surely dangerous, but danger loves you so much and you can't pull away from it.
OB!Vil never lets you out of its sight after that. Wherever you went, the blot would follow. It seems to be fixated on being in your sights, which was not exactly a problem when you brought yourself to Vil's quarters where you would wait the entire thing out. It does concern you, however, just as the copy seems to grow more and more unhinged with each second that passes.
Vil is not exactly envious of how intimate the fake acts with you. Rather, he's extremely perplexed and observant of the way it pines for your attention and praise like a lovesick puppy. However, it isn't always so sweet. It isn't so sweet when the copy comes so close to scratching at your skin as it begs for your honesty. It certainly does not appreciate being lied to.
"Tell me, Prefect. Who is the fairest one of all?" It asks for the hundredth time.
Vil cannot exactly explain how he found himself watching his copy cage you into his own bed. It has straddled your hips, pinning your hands down onto the mattress without a care for the mess it makes. Ink drips and spills over his silk sheets, his pillows, you. Your neck has been smeared with ink, and so have your clothes. His copy is smiling with ink dripping from its lips and its hair, an obscure yet beautiful mockery of the original.
The original's breath hitches as your lips part into a breathy smile. You look like absolute art, and his fake looks like an absolute mess. "You, Vil. You're the fairest one of all." Vil shut his eyes at your quiet whisper, and he wishes that you stop bending yourself over for this pathetic imitation of him.
The copy snorted in dismissal, a sinister grin taking over its features. "Ha!" Even as it grips your wrists tighter, you know better than to believe that the copy would dare hurt you. Your heart pounds, however, as it leans in closely to your face with desperation on its breath. "Why do you say such, Prefect? Why do you say such when you feast your gaze on the ugliest part of me?" A choked breath stills the copy, its grin growing more crooked and maddened. Ink splashes against your cheek, and the copy pathetically takes a long finger to smear it away, only obscuring your features further.
"Are you trying to lie to me?" It croaked, maintaining that desperately smile.
Vil thinks you'll push it away. Vil thinks that you think of his copy so hideously, and so ugly. Vil thinks that you see him as ugly.
And you dispel all those cursed thoughts as your hand reaches out to cup the copy's cheek, dirtying your own hand in turn. "You've pushed yourself so hard, Vil. You've worked hard for everything you dreamed of." The copy's crazed expression remains, and more ink pours into you. Still, you return it with a gentle smile of your own. "Even when everyone complains, you're only pushing them because you care the most. Perhaps you act like the evil queen everyone makes you out to be, but that crown is yours by right."
Vil's heart stops. He still cannot bring himself to look at the sight. It's that cynical part of him that believe in your acting skills, that this was all a ruse to satiate his fake. The knife digs into his chest further as you hummed sweetly. "Your flaws are just as beautiful to me."
Only then does Vil bring himself to look at his copy. It is still smiling, eyes so wide as blotted tears fall upon your skin. You are covered in ink, covered in the ugliness that had consumed Vil, but you accept it all. You embrace the mess, just as you embrace the ugliness of Vil's heart. "Do you truly mean it, Prefect?" Its whisper shakes with hope, very much unlike the weariness and suspicion it held towards you the entire time.
Both you and the copy slowly glance at the real Vil whose eyes had widened at your softened gaze, filled with nothing but adoration. The heart in his chest ached, and he imagines that his entire body is melting into your hands. You are his weakness, after all.
"I mean every word, Vil."
When the situation died down, Vil takes the time to walk you back to Ramshackle Dorm. However, he makes a quick stop when the moon is set at the right spot, just to cast down light on your starstruck gaze.
"To think that the ugliest part of me revealed such feelings— you deserve an appropriate confession, at the very least. The affection that my fake expressed to you was no different to what I feel for you. I realize... that you meant more to me than you should have. I am not a benevolent prince, nor am I pure as the white snow. Still, I offer my heart for you to keep in a box. I only ask you to accept me, for all my beauty and ugliness... Ha, potato. My lovely potato, you're mine..."
IDIA SHROUD
Surprisingly, Idia got along the most with his Overblotted self. It wasn't as if he was driven by pride or competition— there was just some sort of acceptance when OB!Idia was first manifested. There wouldn't have been much issues.
At least, that was what he wanted to believe before OB!Idia set his eyes on you. It sent Idia into a choking fit when he saw OB!Idia approach you with such cool indifference, acting like one of those aloof protagonists from those dark otome games that he saw on a playthrough once. It's the way that OB!Idia leaned down towards your ear, muttering something about his boredom and suggesting to retreat to his dorm.
Idia took an hour to recover before sprinting to his dorm to ensure nothing has happened. All he found was you sitting on OB!Idia's thighs (it insisted!), and Idia swore that his copy was smirking at him.
OB!Idia was nothing to be concerned about. It wasn't as if it had the power to open up the Gate of the Underworld, which so happened to be far away. Other than the fact that the copy seems so... forward with you, Idia tried his hardest to ignore it.
"You look tense, Prefect." The copy smirked as it gently backed you against the wall. It places an arm right above your head, the figure leaning down at you. Behind the mask it wore, you can almost see it smirking down on you. "Don't I scare you?"
If this was the copy's attempt to intimidate you, ha! You got it covered! Idia is practically weak to any sort of romantic notion, it should surely send his overblot into a flustered fit! Boldly, you close in the gap slightly, crossing your arms around his neck and smiled at him. "Not at all, Idia." Much to your surprise, however, the copy takes its hand to cradle the back of your head, gently nudging your face closer until you barely a hair's worth away from kissing his mask.
"Are you sure about that?"
Suddenly a flare of red catches your attention as you glance to the side to see a fuming Idia who snuck over to your side. Wrapping a possessive arm around your middle, the original Idia glared at the fake and gritted his sharp teeth. "Listen here, bucko. You ain't getting more action than me, so buzz off!" He towers over you, hair threatening to burn orange if this fake continues to toy with you. "You wanna play, huh? Only one of us can have her, and you're nothing but a MagicMart knock-off!"
Cocking its head to the side, the copy snorted. It didn't seem to relent its hold it had on you. Instead, it leaned in towards Idia with a taunting stare. "Yeah? Why don't you ask the Prefect, hm? Seems like our little guest is enjoying all the attention." Both of them glance down at you, who seemed to be busy turning red to even give a proper response.
The blotted copy takes its hand to cup your cheek gently, but it was only a ruse as it forces you to look at Idia, eyes hazy with want. The way your breath shudders makes the original itch to steal you away from the copy.
"Don't you?"
Take that ending however you will. Idia does end up confessing to you once his copy is reduced to ink once more.
"Don't give me that look, Prefect. You totally loved seeing me get all riled up. And don't you dare deny you hated the idea of getting sandwiched by two of me... Please don't make me say it. I ain't good at the 'asking out' part, but I don't wanna skip over to straight up dating. Ugh, fine. I actually liked you for a really long time, and oh Great Seven, I just hope that I'm saying the right stuff to get onto your route. You're the only route that I wanna pursue."
MALLEUS DRACONIA (Book 7 is incomplete at the time of this posting)
Had it not been for the lack of potency in the blot, OB!Malleus would have been the end of NRC. Lilia was not a stranger to Malleus's ability to change the environment based on his mood. Even when this was a mere fake that they were dealing with, no one really wants to find out the consequences of upsetting the copy.
Malleus looks down on his Overblotted self. It was a flawed part of him, but nonetheless, a part of him that he was most disappointed by. The Fae Prince should know better than to act so wickedly, but the original understands. He tries to be as sympathetic as he can be for the copy, but it was only indifferent to what the original demanded of it.
Being the concerned friend that you were, you went to see them both despite all warnings from Sebek. Admittedly, Malleus would rather you be as far away from this poor imitation as possible. He does not want to see you hurt, let alone be at the mercy of his copy. Alas, it is too late now. The blotted copy will not allow you to leave.
Malleus hid his frustrations and anger underneath that collected demeanor. The only thing keeping him from doing anything rash was the fact that you were cradled against his chest. With a protective arm holding your waist, you were seated upon the fae's lap. The copy is forced to look up at him as he sat on his makeshift throne, and the fury behind its eyes is most evident, based on the way its hands grip your knees as if it were the only piece of you left.
Alas, it is only a stalemate now. With each tug that the copy made at your lower half, Malleus would simply pull you closer to him in turn. The fae hummed, glaring down at the copy who seems indifferent to intimidation. "Prefect, you may only say the word and this fake will be no more." He grunted, and you resist the urge to whimper as the copy's lips turned upwards into a smile. "If you wish for it, Prefect, I will disappear." It cooed, and the glint in its eyes reflecting the madness of blot.
Hesitantly, you shake your head and only feel Malleus's nails brush against your waist. "I don't want you to disappear." You whispered meekly, uncertain of what to think of the fake's lovestruck gaze. "Prefect, do you know what I can give you?" Even as the fake is forced down by the original, it still has the nerve to reach out and cup your cheek. "I can grant your dreams. I can make your fantasies a reality. I can give you everything."
Malleus lets out a breath of warning, leaning down to your ear as he narrowed his eyes at the fake with restraint. "Do not listen to this mockery, Prefect." His words are tinged with a hint of desperation, as if he had something to hide, something to shield you from. No matter how much he attempts to intimidate the fake, his blotted self presses on with a cruel smile.
"Prefect, all you have to do is love me, fear me, and do as I say. I will be your servant to will, to rule, to ruin." You are frozen as Malleus loses his temper, swinging out his staff to dispel the fake once and for all. Much to his dismay, his blotted self backs away just in time as its glowing green eyes lock onto yours once more.
"All you have to do is stay with me, forever."
The campus lets out a collective sigh of relief when the OB!Malleus disappears. However, suddenly, the entire campus is holding its breath again when Malleus doesn't immediately let you leave his room.
"Prefect, I beseech for your forgiveness. I fear that the fake has reflected my most selfish desires... You have nothing to fear, for I shall never withhold you against your will. How could I do such a thing when I am already so weak to your whims? ... Perhaps you do not have to stay forever to render me your servant. I pine for you, Prefect. My heart has already been yours long before I noticed. Please, grant me your forgiveness, Prefect, lest you cast me aside and I shall let my feelings fade with time."
If I may request, for the boy's Journeys in the kitchen (this one is a cute one imo) may I please present the scenario of Reader and the Shroud brothers in the kitchen trying to make those silly ‘DIY candy makers’ (wether they end up successful or not is up to you lol!!).
I think it would be really cute if it’s like in the future (Husband!Idia and Wife!Reader). And reader and ortho team up to get idia to take a break and they do those candy makers he loves doing (and reader and idia have a little sweet moment in the end too if that’s okay!!)
Lots of love 💕💕💕
- chef anon
How Sweet it Tastes
Synopsis. Pranking your husband with a sweet treat (with your robo-brother-in-law as your accomplice)
Pairing. Idia S. x Fem! Reader
Contains. Idia and (y/n) are married, they live in the S.T.Y.X Headquarters, third-wheel Ortho( sorry bud ), Idia's in loveeee, (y/n)'s kinda dramatic, but we love her, quality timeee
a/n. Ortho kinda reminded me of Chopper in this lolol
(y/n) was out at the grocery store, shopping for some things for dinner. Mrs. Shroud sent her a recipe that piqued her interest, but (y/n) found that she would need to go out and purchase most of the ingredients.
All was calm and dandy in the little store. The woman pushed her cart along, occasionally checking the recipe for the missing ingredients. Then, breaking her peace, her phone began to ring with a call from her cute brother-in-law, Ortho.
"(y/n), We have a problem! Idia has been working on a project for the whole day and refuses to come out, even when I threaten him with calling our parents! Come to HQ now!!" Ortho shouted through (y/n)'s phone.
She stopped her cart in the middle of the grocery store aisle to devise a plan. It's not like this exact event hasn't happened before, but (y/n) wanted something different from her usual bribes. "How about... candy?"
Ortho went silent for a moment, then hummed in thought, "That could work... What type of candy are you thinking?"
"Well..." (y/n) leaned against her cart and began rolling it towards the extensive candy aisle. "You know those DIY candies? I wanna do one of those with him. It'll get him out of his room, and he won't even know how long he's been away from his project because he's having fun!"
The woman could practically hear Ortho light up. "Yes! That's perfect! Now, get home before Idia sets the HQ on fire!!!"
"I'll get home as soon as I can!" (y/n) smiled, grabbing as many DIY candy kits as she could in one hand and shoving them into the cart. She might've spent more than she intended, but for some time with her husband? She didn't mind at all. And besides, it didn't put a dent in her wallet. (She also used his money for it, so...)
𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘
(y/n) got to the S.T.Y.X kitchen with three large bags in her arms in record time. Multiple employees gave her odd glances, but brushed it off. They knew what antics she was up to. This was a common occurrence after all.
Ortho came whirring in, a sparkle in his mechanical eyes. "You're back! Do you have the stuff?"
"Yup," (y/n) smiled, taking out three candy kits from one of the bags, "This'll get him away from his desk for a while."
(y/n) was quite confident in her little plan. Besides, Idia was weak to candy and his own wife, so she knew he would comply. The woman left the kitchen, creeping down the hallway to Idia's little office. The headquarters was usually silent, so (y/n) had a feeling her husband would hear her coming. Whatever, it wasn't like he was getting out of DIY candy any time soon.
With one box of candy in her hand, she knocked on the door with the other, "Hey, Idia, I have something fun I wanna do with you!"
The flame-haired man didn't move a muscle. He was too focused on some darned programming on his computer. (y/n) sighed, "Idia, come out now! I'm lonely!!" She drawled, trying to get his attention.
She heard the sound of a small squeak come from behind the door, and then a long pause of silence. He knew he was caught. That was enough for her to barge in unannounced. Idia simply shrieked and hid himself in the hoodie he'd been wearing for two days straight. "Get out here now! We're going to spend quality time together, and you're going to like it!"
"H-huh?! When did I agree to this?!" Idia retorted as (y/n) dragged him by the ear out of his room. "You'd rather not see me ever again and coop yourself up in your office for eternity?!"
"WHEN DID I SAY THAT-" "Don't try to make excuses, that's exactly what you said!"
(y/n) went to cross her arms, and Idia was let free from her grip on him. "Fine, I'll go... do whatever you wanted to do," Idia murmured. He internally exhaled a sigh of relief when his wife's face lit up. "Really?" She smiled.
A simple nod from him led to (y/n) interlocking her fingers with his and practically skipping alongside him to the kitchen, where Ortho had set up another kit for (y/n). The little robo-boy was definitely hiding somewhere near because the couple could hear the sound of evil, childlike giggles as Idia walked out murkily.
"Is this... a candy maker?" Idia asked, picking up the kit and examining it thoroughly. His flaming hair flickered a little wilder once he realized it was, in fact, a candy maker. (y/n) giggled at his reaction. "Yeah, I wanted to spend time with you, so I got something you'd enjoy doing. Outside of all your programming stuff, of course."
A shy smile made its way onto his blue-tinted lips as he fiddled with the package. Idia wasn't very good at expressing his emotions, but (y/n) knew he was grateful for it. She gave her husband a quick kiss on his pale cheek and began ripping the kit open. Idia followed after his brain did a factory reset from (y/n)'s kiss.
As they each made their candy, the atmosphere became light. Idia was finally spending time outside of his room, away from the computer he was hunched over, and they were both happy to spend quality time together. Time together that they'd been needing for a while.
It took longer to finish the candy than anticipated, going into the time (y/n) needed to make dinner, but the couple didn't seem to care. (y/n)'s candy came out slightly worse than Idia's. Even the taste was off when she made Idia try it.
"This tastes terrible..." Idia snorted, quickly spitting it out and laughing with (y/n) at the absurdity.
"Hey, let me taste yours then, candy master," (y/n) teased.
As soon as the little spoon of candy hit her tongue, her (e/c) eyes widened. "Wait, why is this actually good?!"
"What can I say? I'm the candy master." Idia smirked, waving around his little spoonful of candy. His wife couldn't help but cackle at his words, going in for another spoonful in his hand. Idia was quick to shove the spoon in his mouth, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
(y/n) was about a centimeter away from his face, pouting as he snickered at her candy-filled misery. "C'monnn, just a little more."
Maybe his confidence was a little too inflated in the moment, because he swooped down to (y/n)'s height and pressed a sugary kiss on her pouty lips. Idia's action caught up to him quick, however, turning his face and the tips of his hair pink. (y/n) snorted, her cheeks turning pink as well. "Y'know, that was better than any candy," she teased.
Idia went to his last resort: hiding himself in his hoodie once again. He was too shy to face the world after boldly kissing (y/n) on the lips like that! (Mind you, that's his wife...)
His reaction made (y/n) giggle. "Oh, come on. Don't be shy!" She smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist and peppering kisses to his slightly concealed face while Idia shrieked, unable to get away from the hold of his wife. It's not that he disliked her kisses, but he got so shy seeing such a beautiful woman be so enamored by him that he could only hide himself. (y/n) truly was sweeter than any candy to him.
Of course, Ortho was still hiding somewhere in the kitchen. He was secretly taking pictures so the couple would have a memory of the moment!
