Oh my goodness gracious as soon as I saw you writing for Rielle and you being a RSA writer I started ABSOLUTELY FLIPPING OUT BRAH
Okay OKAY SOO I WAS WONDERING if you would also write the “Is the type of guy to..” with Jasmine? I KNOWW I KNOWW he isn’t out or anything but GODD I can’t get him out of my head it’s driving me to insanity!!
𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓!𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐔𝐘 𝐓𝐎…
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : this was written before the official release of the rsa characters so the way twst!jasmine is written might be ooc for future readers!
𝐚/𝐧 : this baddies eyes are absolutely beautiful! words can’t describe how beautiful i think his eye color is. keep requesting the rsa boys guys, i’m having a lot of fun with them! please enjoy! :)
𝐭𝐰𝐬𝐭!𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐨… be the most attentive listener. the little things you wouldn’t remember yourself are facts that he keeps close to his heart. that small wooden figure you saw at the market? shows up randomly one day in your pocket, he slipped it in while you weren’t looking. the expensive looking dessert you wouldn’t order because you didn’t want to “waste” his money? bought it brought it to you on your next date. but it’s not just the material things, he remembers your habits. how you choose to style your hair, how you twirl your hair between your fingers to stay calm, your morning routine; everything. all because he loves to notice and understand you.
𝐭𝐰𝐬𝐭!𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐨… take you out to stargaze. those bright lights in the sky are one of the universes most beautiful wonders, and the stories that civilization has given us to help us understand why they are placed there make them even more interesting. they may be in the shape of an animal, or in the image of a lost hero, or in the crown of a vain queen; they all hold so many stories. he almost becomes childlike when he explains them to you, more than ecstatic to share his knowledge of the stars with you.
𝐭𝐰𝐬𝐭!𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐨… tease you relentlessly with all of the love in his heart. he adores it so much, seeing you stammer and try to recover from his teases. he gets this certain look in his eyes, one with such pure adoration with mischief laced about it. there’s always a light smirk that follows after, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. (he does)
𝐭𝐰𝐬𝐭!𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐨… not care what kind of background you come from. he’s a firm believer that a person’s character matters more than where they came from, which is why he’s so observant with you. he believes you’re of good heart and carry an air of kindness around you, pleasant to be around. you’re strong, but you don’t flaunt it. you remind him of the types of heroes he would read about when he was younger, the kind that became beloved by all. though, he certainly hoped not; at least for a while. he wanted to keep you all to himself, even if just for a little.
𝐭𝐰𝐬𝐭!𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐨… revel in the feeling of freedom you give him. in his younger years, he was a very isolated child with only the occasional company of his cousins so he never truly understood the world. that was until he came to royal sword academy, where his life changed for the better. he made friends, learned so much more about the history and stories of the world he lived in; but he also met you. you didn’t care about him being prim and proper all the time, or cared if he sassed you back. you accepted all the parts of him, and showed him a whole new world. he couldn’t be more grateful.
𝐭𝐰𝐬𝐭!𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐨… borrow his cousin kalim’s magic carpet and take you for a ride. a ride on a magic carpet is one of the most freeing feelings, you feel like a bird gliding through the sky. the breeze flowing through your hair and the sights you see are some of the most gorgeous views he has bore witness to. he might even ask the carpet to do a dramatic dip just to mess with you a little, chuckling lightly as you grip onto him for safety.
𝐭𝐰𝐬𝐭!𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐨… sneak out in the middle of the night just to see you. since leaving his homeland, he’s had a little bit of a rebellious streak, nothing too crazy though. but on the days where he misses you most, he will sneak out during the night to pay you a little visit. sometimes, he won’t even let you know he’s coming. it truly is a spontaneous decision, and maybe that makes him a little impulsive. you seem to enjoy his sudden visits though.
𝐭𝐰𝐬𝐭!𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐨… not care about material things, he just wants to be around you. he could care less about what you have to offer him in terms of money or status, he just loves to share quality time with you. it’s his love language! going exploring on sages island is one of his favorite things to do with you, there’s so much to see and learn from the locals. if you’re shy, he’ll do all the talking and try to learn all he can to satisfy both your curiosities.
𝐭𝐰𝐬𝐭!𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐨… take you to the boardwalk and point out all the interesting treasures he sees. despite being quite sheltered, he is extraordinarily knowledgeable in academics. so, he understands a lot about a wide assortment of topics, including historical items. he has a good eye for discerning real or fake items and tries his best to prevent you from getting scammed.
𝐭𝐰𝐬𝐭!𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐨… love the fact you feel like home. he’s the type of person who is always wanting to go and do during his free time, but he doesn’t mind taking time to relax when it’s with you. cuddling with him is like sleeping with a heated blanket, his presence is so warm and soft. he loves to read to you as well, pointing out facts he’s never heard of before. it’s all a learning experience, and he loves to experience it with you!
@𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨 ° ༄.ೃ࿔ - please do not plagiarize my works.
Well almost. I have been thinking about this since August of last year since the EN Ikevamp server stopped updates. With the other zine that recently happened I didn’t want to run one at the same time so I sat on the idea and waited.
Seeing that there were over 20 people interested in this project I decided to make it happen! I was really worried that not enough people would be interested in doing this to make it a real thing.
So what is the theme?
Since this will be posted for what would have been the 7th anniversary, the theme is Anniversary/Celebration. This can be anything from a relationship, marriage, milestone, etc. I will have some prompts listed below if you think you need help with getting ideas.
Things to know
The fic word requirement is between 500-3000 words
The art size requirement 8.5x11 inch and at least 300 dpi (if you have an idea for a horizontal piece we will have to go over it with layout coordinator)
SFW and NSFW is allowed (if you choose NSFW it will have to be properly disclosed)
No OC’s. You do not need to write the MC as she is in the game, you can give her your own flare. You can use Mitsuki/MC/Y/N
Maximum of 3 submissions per person
Discord is not required but is encouraged. You HAVE to be good at responding to DMs otherwise
As I said in the interest check, I would like to have at least one piece of media per guy which is why I asked who you are interested in working on. Once everyone has joined the server I will share a spreadsheet where you can select which guy you want to do a piece for.
We do have more people interested than guys which is perfect! Once every guy has at least one piece of media then each guy can have up to 3 pieces just to be sure there is a variety. More details will be in the server.
I can take one for the team and write Gaileo if need be. He is the least liked
How will this be posted?
Right now I am thinking about everyone posting their work to their respected blogs and a masterlist will be created after that. There is a layout coordinator that will be assisting with headers for writing, and will be putting everything in a printable zine format as well. I am open to ideas on this. I simply wish for everyone to get the recognition they deserve for their works.
Important Dates
Sign up form deadline: March 11th
Discord Server launch: March 14th/15th
Check-in 1: April 17th
Check-in 2: May 15th
Check-in 3: June 19th
Deadline: July 17th
Hardlaunch: August 1st
Sign up form here!
If you have any questions or concerns that you want answered before signing up, then please feel free to reply to this, dm me, or send me an ask (it can be anon too!)
Please help me spread the word and get people involved!
Prompts for inspiration
Wedding planning/Day of wedding
Looking back on a deep connection
A romantic date
Planning a dream trip or a “marital bucket list”
A fairy tale version of your love
A milestone in your relationship/reaching a goal you both set
Tagging the people who left their url in the interest check
lawrence bluewer with an s/o who is always tired ; sfw
requested by ; anonymous
character(s) ; lawrence bluewer
reader info ; gender neutral, academically gifted, constantly tired
genre ; fluff
content ; just fluff
original request ; ‘Hello !! I hope you’re having a great day ! :) May I request Lawrence Bluewer with an s/o that’s just sleepy 24/7? They still love to go out on dates with him but every other day on campus they’re just dead asleep or drowsy (but somehow still managing to get high grades).’
earlier on in your courtship your constant state of fatigue and sleepiness used to really stress him out — in part, yes, because he worried about your academic performance and about you potentially getting punished by the professors at weston, but also because he was worried about your health as your lover and friend
because there’s, in his mind, quite the stark difference between napping after a particularly stressful exam season or in longer breaks between lessons after a poor night of sleep, and falling dead asleep or getting startlingly close to it practically every day
bookworm that he is, he even started to thoroughly research your behaviour and became convinced you were genuinely really ill — to the point of dragging you off of campus to see his family’s personal doctor
(you can try to fight him on this but he will not rest until he knows you’re okay — and he can be terribly stubborn when he so chooses to be)
but once he realises that you’re just… like that? that you’re truly just a sleepy person? oh he gets so much more annoying about it
not intentionally, of course not, but in the sense that having a student perpetually dozing off in the middle of their lessons or in random spots around campus really isn’t a good look for weston (and thus a poor reflection on the country as a whole, clearly) and thus he will make it his mission to keep you awake or, in failing that, to find you somewhere to nap where you won’t be found (and where he can stick close by so he can personally ensure you attend all of your lessons)
less firm about it than he probably should be if only because he’s seen your test results and knows your academic record well enough to know that you’re not struggling for your bad habits — and obviously he is very insistent about how much better you could do if you didn’t sleep through your classes and dedicated more energy to studying, but if your professors don’t care and you’re still performing as usual he won’t be too harsh on you (he does still love you after all)
outside of campus, outside of school in general, lawrence does actually start to find your perpetual sleepiness to be endearing in a way — and the first time you fell asleep while leaning into him, he smiled far brighter than he’s ever smiled before (even brighter than when he first became a prefect, which he scarsely thought possible)
(and went absolutely bright red from his chest up to the very tips of his ears, but he’d really rather you not mention that part in front of others… goodness knows redmond would never let him live that down)
a touch more protective of you than he would be otherwise, especially when you’re acting drowsy and a touch out of it, and will refuse to leave your side for even a moment until you fully wake up again
insists on studying with you so he can at least guarentee you’re getting an education fitting of a weston college student — yes even if you already get high grades anyway, he just wants you to perform your best (and what kind of boyfriend, what kind of prefect, would he be if he didn’t take the time to help you thrive?)
✦how would the boys react to a minor silly argument that leads to their partner refusing to kiss them for days
Riddle Rosehearts
The Argument:
It started over tea. Riddle, ever the stickler for proper etiquette, scolded you for putting milk in your cup before the tea instead of after. You rolled your eyes and joked,
"Sorry, Headwarden,"
but he didn’t take it as a joke. One thing led to another, and soon he was lecturing you about rules, so you just had enough and left, leaving him behind.
Day 1:
He notices right away. You usually kiss his cheek after lunch in the Rose Garden. But today, you just smiled and walked away. He blinks, then frowns.
“Odd... maybe she forgot?”
Day 2:
Riddle is visibly pouty. He’s walking beside you with his arms crossed, sneaking glances every few seconds.
Finally, he asks, "Are you still upset about the tea? You know I only meant to remind you of proper—"
You silence him with a smug grin. "No kisses until you admit it was a silly thing to argue about."
His face explodes red.
Day 3:
He's been trying to fix it without fully surrendering. He brings you sweets from Heartslabyul's kitchen. Offers his jacket when it’s chilly. But still… no kiss.
It’s driving him mad.
Day 4:
On the fourth day, he walks into your shared study spot with a little teacup in hand. He pours the milk in before the tea and takes a dramatic sip.
You blink. “...Did you just—?”
Riddle wipes his mouth primly. “I did. And now I understand why you prefer it. It does make the taste smoother. I suppose... it was a silly thing to argue about. I’m sorry, my rose.”
You smile at him sweetly. “Apology accepted.”
He leans in, hopeful. “Does this mean I’ve earned—”
You press a kiss to his lips before he can finish. His eyes flutter shut, and when you part, he whispers,
“That was well worth the humiliation.”
Leona Kingscholar
The Argument:
You were sitting together under the sun, your favorite study spot, when Leona casually put his head in your lap. You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, only for him to groan and say,
“Quit doing that. You’ll mess it up. So annoying.”
You froze, blinking. “Oh… sorry.”
Leona didn’t even look up. “Tch. Just don’t treat me like a pet or somethin’.”
You went quiet after that, a little hurt. And when he leaned up for a kiss later? You dodged. His eyes snapped open.
“What was that?”
“No kisses for rude, grumpy lions.”
Day 1:
Leona is confused but not exactly panicked. Yet.
He flops beside you on the lounge couch and tries his usual lazy charm. Arm over your shoulder. Chin resting against you.
“Come on, herbivore. Still mad about earlier?”
You just hum noncommittally and you put a biscuit into his mouth. No kiss. His brow twitches and he snaps the biscuit in half.
Day 2:
He catches you walking to class and pulls you into an empty classroom. “Oi. You’re actin’ like I kicked a puppy. You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
You give him a shrug. “Still hurt. You could’ve said it nicer.”
He frowns. And it stays with him the whole day.
Day 3:
Leona doesn’t beg. But he sulks. He shows up to shared meals, waits quietly for you to sit next to him at lunch but when you arrived you sat between Ruggie and Jack, then scowls when you left and don’t kiss him goodbye.
By this point, Ruggie and Jack are concerned. Ruggie even jokes
“You look like a kicked puppy yourself, y’know that?”
Day 4:
Later that night, you return to your dorm to find your favorite fruit, peel removed and plated on your desk, and Leona slouched in your desk chair.
“…I suck at saying things. You know that,” he mumbles. “Didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t want you touchin’ me. I liked it, actually. A lot. So… I’m sorry…”
You soften. “You could’ve just said that instead of growling at me.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He stands and steps close. “Can I get my damn kiss now?”
You grin and lean up on your toes. “Say please.”
He gives you a dry look. But after a long sigh, he mutters: “…Please.”
You kiss him, slow and deep, and he grins against your lips like he just won a war.
Azul Ashengrotto
The Argument:
It started with a compliment… well, your compliment. You casually mentioned how good Kalim looked during one his party. Just a passing comment like,
“Wow, Kalim actually looked super put-together today, huh?”
Azul stiffened. “Well. If you’re so impressed with Kalim, perhaps you should ask him on a date instead.” He mumbled under his breath
You blinked. “Azul… what? What did you just say?”
“I-I didn’t mean… I simply think it's odd to praise another man to your boyfriend! That’s pretty rude actually!”
You just raised an eyebrow and rolled your eyes as you walked away.
That night, when he leaned over for his usual goodnight kiss, you smiled sweetly… and gave him a pat on the head instead.
No kiss. Azul was horrified.
Day 1:
He overthinks everything. You didn’t kiss him because you do like Kalim, didn’t you? Or is this punishment? Oh Seven, is it a test?!
Jade and Floyd are no help. Floyd just cackles, “Shrimpy’s ghosting you, huh?” and Jade gives his usual mysterious smile.
Azul paces in the Lounge, glasses fogged, mumbling to himself in spirals.
Day 2:
He’s trying harder now. Small gifts. Offers to help with homework. Inviting you to the VIP room for a free meal.
You accept… but still no kiss.
He nearly short-circuits when you smile and say, “Try again tomorrow.”
Day 3:
Azul corners you near Mostro Lounge’s back hallway. "Please," he says, hands on your shoulders, flushed and desperate. “I know I overreacted. I shouldn’t have let jealousy speak for me.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Then say what you should’ve said.”
He swallows. “That I… admire your kindness toward others, even if I find myself wanting to be the only one you notice.”
Your expression softens.
You step closer and wrap your arms around him. “You’re still my favorite, and the only one I love looking and admiring his beauty.” you whisper, before pressing your lips to his in a slow, forgiving kiss.
He lets out a trembling sigh against your mouth, gripping you like he’s been waiting for this moment for centuries.
“…Please never make me go that long… I almost had a stroke…” he murmurs breathlessly and you just giggled.
Jamil Viper
The Argument:
It started over something small, Jamil being a bit too controlling.
You were helping him cook in Scarabia’s kitchen, and when you started chopping vegetables a little too “imperfectly,” he gently took the knife from your hand and said,
“Here. Let me do it. You’re not cutting them evenly.”
You frowned. “I was doing fine.”
“I just don’t want to risk it being ruined.”
“…So I ruin things?”
That hit a nerve, and though Jamil didn’t mean it like that, he was too proud (and slightly stressed) to explain.
That night, when he went to give you a kiss after dinner, you simply turned your face away.
No kiss. No words. Just a cool smile and an even cooler exit.
Day 1:
Jamil tells himself you’re overreacting. But then you don’t sit with him at lunch.
You’re present but distant. Polite, but cold.
He sees you laughing with Kalim and his eye twitches, stabbing his food with his fork.
Day 2:
He drops by your room with your favorite dessert from the dining hall.
You accept it… and close the door without giving him a kiss.
Okay…. This is war.
Day 3:
He starts talking to you more gently. Compliments your skills during Alchemy class. Doesn’t try to take over when you’re doing something yourself.
And finally, when you’re sitting under a tree alone, he walks up and says:
“I don’t think you ruin things. I was just overwhelmed but that’s not an excuse for my behavior… and you’re the most important person in my life. So please accept my apology.”
You blink. He’s not looking at you, he’s staring off into the ground like it’s easier than meeting your gaze.
You reach out and take his hand. “You know, all you had to do was say that instead of acting like a stressed-out head chef.”
His lips curl into a soft, rueful smile. “So… I’m forgiven?”
You pull him closer next to you on the ground and whisper, “Only if you kiss me right.”
He smirks, leans in and gives you the kind of slow, smoldering kiss that makes your toes curl.
Vil Schoenheit
The Argument:
It started with a fashion comment, a completely harmless one, you thought.
You tried on a new outfit you just fell in love and you were excited to show it to Vil. Instead of his usual praise, he said, with a sigh
“It’s not… terrible. But the fit around your shoulders is off, and the color doesn’t complement your tone as well as it could. You’d look far more elegant in something deeper, jewel-toned. Here, let me order you something prettier—”
You stopped him with a hand on your hip. “So you’re saying I look bad.”
He frowned. “Don’t twist my words. I’m saying you could look better.”
You stared at him, lips pursed.
“Sometimes, I just want to share the moment. Not because I need a personal stylist.”
That night, when he leaned in to kiss you before heading back to Pomefiore, you turned your face and smiled sweetly. “Sleep well, Vil.”
He froze, eyes wide with disbelief.
Day 1:
Vil is in denial. You’re just teasing him. Right?
Except… you don’t text him good morning. And when you see him in the hallway, you nod politely but keep walking.
He spends a full 20 minutes in the mirror that night, looking for signs of emotional stress. It’s in the bags under his eyes. The tension in his jaw. He’s suffering.
Day 2:
Vil delivers a perfectly crafted apology text, complete with tasteful emojis and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You thank him… but don’t kiss him.
He audibly groans in frustration, then glares at Epel when the boy laughs under his breath.
Day 3:
He finds you in the Pomefiore garden after class, dressed in that very same outfit… the one he criticized.
“Vil,” you greet him, unreadable. “Coming to critique me again?”
He exhales, his pride visibly cracking. “I didn’t mean to dismiss you. It was… second nature. I’ve spent so long surrounded by people who expect critique. You’re…you. And I love you just the way you are and I would never want you to change.”
He steps forward, lifting your hand gently. “And even if you wore a paper bag, you’d still outshine every soul in this school.”
You arch a brow. “So I’m not a walking fashion disaster?”
He chuckles, soft and real. “Never. You’re the muse, not the mannequin.”
You laugh, finally giving in, and cup his cheek. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”
“More than pretty,” he murmurs, pulling you close.
This time, you meet him halfway. The kiss is soft, lingering, and faintly flavored with blooming violets.
When you part, he smiles. “Consider me punished… and completely devoted.”
Idia Shroud
The Argument:
It all began with a joke, a game joke.
You were laying on his bed while he played a co-op RPG with his online friends. You leaned in and playfully said,
“Hey, don’t forget who carried the boss fight last time. I was MVP.”
Idia froze.
Then laughed, but it was the kind of laugh that came with visible offense.
“Pfft, yeah, sure. That’s cute. You only got that final hit because I distracted the boss with my DPS. If we’re talking stats, I carried, obviously.”
You smiled, waiting for him to nudge you or wink. But he didn’t. He was serious.
And you weren’t mad. Just... disappointed.
So when he turned to give you a quick kiss between fights for "good luck buff" you pulled away with a neutral,
“Good luck, Shroud,” and walked out.
You called him Shroud… yeah… now he’s on full panic mode.
Day 1:
He tells himself you’re just joking. A reverse tsundere route, maybe? A temporary stat debuff for the drama?
But then you leave him on read. Three times.
He looks like a kicked puppy and almost burns his popcorn while he checks his phone every 5 minutes.
Day 2:
He sends you a pleading cat meme and types,
“If I say your final hit was OP and you were clearly the MVP, will you kiss me again? Please? Pretty please?”
You leave him on read again.
He screams into his pillow. Ortho finds him face down on the floor and assumes it's one of his “emo recharging days.” So he slowly close the door back…
Day 3:
He finally ambushes you in the library.
Literally hides behind a tall shelf, waits for you to pass, then jumps out, hood up, hair pink with nerves.
“I was a jerk,” he blurts. “You totally carried the boss fight. Not that it matters… you're my MVP in, like, every category, okay?”
You blink, arms crossed. “Even Charisma? Because I seem to remember someone saying I couldn’t build a proper support character.”
He groans. “Please. I haven't had a proper support in 72 hours. My party is dying because they sucks.”
You stifle a laugh, pretending to consider it. “…so you want me be your support again also your booster kiss?”
“YES. Yes. Please. I’ll even stream in a ‘SHE’S ALWAYS RIGHT’ T-shirt. Just—please.”
You lean in and kiss him, longer than usual, soft and slow. When you pull back, he looks dazed and pink to the tips of his ears.
“Debuff removed,” you say with a grin.
“…You’re gonna kill me. In the best way,” he mumbles.
Malleus Draconia
The Argument:
It all started with fireflies.
You were walking together one evening across the glowing expanse forest, enjoying the rare quiet with your fae prince. The fireflies were glowing bright between the trees, and you stopped to point them out.
“Look! Lightning bugs! Aren’t they cute?”
Malleus blinked slowly, face impassive. “I’ve never understood humans' fascination with insects. Their biological structure is mildly interesting, but they are quite simple creatures.”
You stared at him, stunned. “But they’re adorable! They light up! Like nature’s little lanterns!”
“They are vermin with bioluminescence,” he said matter of factly.
“…Okay,” you said coolly, stepping back from him. “I guess we don’t have to agree on everything.”
He tilted his head. “Are you… upset?”
You just gave him a tight smile and said, “Not at all, Goodnight, Malleus.”
No forehead kiss. No goodnight peck on the cheek.
He knew then: something terrible had happened.
Day 1:
He goes to Lilia.
“I believe I’ve made her angry… over insects.”
Lilia laughs for a full ten minutes, slapping his knee. “Oh, my dear boy… you’ll need to apologize. And sincerely. She’s not angry about the bugs.”
“She’s not?” Malleus asks, confused.
“No. She’s angry you dismissed something she found beautiful.”
Now he feels it even more… he’s cocked…
Day 2:
He stands outside your dorm window in the rain (he summoned the rain) and calls your name like a dramatic Victorian lover.
“Child of man! My Dear, Please! I am not worthy of your lips, but I beg for them nonetheless!”
You peek out the window and close the curtain. He swears he sees you laugh…but you still don’t come out.
Day 3:
He appears beside you in class unannounced. Crewel professor blinks but says nothing… nobody dares… or more like they interested in the drama...
You raise an eyebrow. “Here to insult more of my favorite childhood memories?”
He flinches, genuinely wounded.
“…I have researched the fireflies. I watched a 3-hour documentary and now I know that their glow is a miracle of natural evolution. I understand now why you find them lovely.”
You blink. “You watched a documentary?”
Class: “he watched a 3 hour long documentary?!”
“Yes,” he says solemnly, then pulls something from his coat.
It’s a small, ornate glass jar. Inside it is a tiny, enchanted lights flitting around—magical fireflies.
“I had Lilia teach me the spell. I wanted to bring them to you. They will never die, and they glow in your favorite colors.”
You stare at him, heart melting. “…You’re such a dramatic prince, you know that?”
He bows slightly. “Only for you.”
Now the whole class melting not just you
You step forward and grabbed his hand and pulled out of the classroom and when you closed the door behind you you leaned in and finally give him the kiss he’s been yearning for, slow, warm, and tender. His hand comes up to gently cup your cheek, holding you like you made out of glass.
When you break apart, you murmur, “Apology accepted.”
He smiles, utterly enchanted. “May I ask for another kiss… for the fireflies?”
“…You may.”
And this time, when the magic lights glow, he doesn’t call them vermin. He calls them beautiful.
-Lawrence as in a relationship would be a very serious one. He would like to take things slow and at his own pace that abides with his partner.
-He also likes his traditions. Meaning, he might also like to keep abstinence in his life since it’s a tradition for some people.
-He might be more of a busy guy, focusing on his studies but he wouldn’t mind you being in there, he also would love to help you with yours. He wouldn’t mind teaching you a few tricks.
-Despite being the serious one, he can tend to be more softer when he has nothing to do. He sees you as something from a fairytale he had read and wants the best for you.
-Speaking of fairytales, I have a feeling he would be the kind of guy to try and recreate some of the things he read in books. Trying to make you feel special in a way.
Extra
These are more meant to be silly and such, but they are still more daring Headcanons.
-If you to were to do a play, I feel like he would definitely be casted as Juliet and you Romeo. He has a side that he shows you that is so whiny and pathetic that you can’t even tell anyone how bad it is. Or can you?
-If you were ever in danger or hurt, he would be shit at being medic despite being academic, it never crossed his mind that he would need to help others. He wouldn’t really know what to do. Just slap on a bandaid? Nooo, he would read the instructions yeah,
-I have a feeling he would be the pet hamster kind of guy. Not a dog or cat, too big. But hamsters? Oh yeah. He would bust down into tears if you ever got him one. Smiling like a little boy again and not his usual serious facade.
-Again for the serious kind of guy he is, he also wouldn’t be all that inappropriate and stuff. So if someone were to sexualize him he would get extremely uncomfortable and upset. Honestly I think he would get Herman to kick their asses.
-At one point I feel like, he was bullied cause of that cut on his head. He cried… but got over it and kept it like that just to show that he doesn’t care.
-I feel like… I feel like he would like doing taxes too. I mean come on, he’s academic man. Adding all those numbers up is easy. He’s so them for you in a heartbeat.
That’s all I really got for you guys, Herman next? I take requests aswell
So I would be rewriting the prologue, basically they fuck her till she gets pregnant and the father is the king
Sariel gets to try her first hehe
And Rio is just allowed to lick her 😛
I wouldn't be writing about the other prince that aren't the rhodolite price just I don't know a lot about them yet, but I would do a second part once I play some of their routes
So I would be rewriting the prologue, basically they fuck her till she gets pregnant and the father is the king
Sariel gets to try her first hehe
And Rio is just allowed to lick her 😛
I wouldn't be writing about the other prince that aren't the rhodolite price just I don't know a lot about them yet, but I would do a second part once I play some of their routes
Hello, are there any ikerev characters you'd rather not write about, like Amon?
Hiiii :)
I’m alright with writing characters from both armies & the neutral parties, but I’m not quite familiar with writing for characters like Amon and Levi (or Levie?)
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