summary: ramshackle residents reacting to you loving on their tsums U_U
type of post: headcanons
characters: rollo, fellow, skully, swing
information: romantic or platonic, reader is yuu, reader is gender neutral, ramshackle au, a little fluff to take the edge off, reader is ambiguously young adult aged, old skully (ghost), these men are pathetic asfuck, possible ooc, for a friend :3c
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Rollo Flamme
...Was against this from the start
Could this school go ONEEEE DAYYYY without something batshit crazy happening? PLEASE?
He could cope with the annoying students (barely) and the even more annoying staff, but a little him-shaped bean falling out of the sky? Really? Really.
This would never happen at Noble Bell, he'll have you know
Nonetheless, he's been a COMMITTED caretaker, making sure to educate his tsum on the dangers of magic (and the ABC's)
It was going well, and Rollo was even beginning to enjoy having a mini-him around, until his tsum took an interest in the one person he said was strictly off-limits... you!!!
It was so subtle that only Rollo himself could recognize the signs- the glances, the grumbles, the glares at anyone (Rollo included) who dared to get too close
And then he comes into the lounge to see his tsum cuddling on your lap, when Rollo himself hasn't so much as worked up the nerve to hold your hand...
He's in his room shaking on his hands and knees in agony all night
When you ask if he's okay the next morning he tells you he just had some trouble with the fireplace
You let him lean on you for support and he is sated (for now)
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Fellow Honest
...Tried (and failed) to teach his tsum-self to do little tricks
It was too stubby to jump through a hoop, too round to perform aerial acrobatics, and when he tried getting it in costume (hand-sewn by Fellow himself), the thing took his cane and started beating him with it
Fellow had long given up on his tsum self, and so by the time Rollo was storming out of the lounge, Fellow was there to cackle about the kid being jealous of a jelly bean
...Then he caught you kissing and petting his tsum, and it wasn't so funny anymore
Having given up on his dreams of touring the world with the living hacky sack, he set out to catch it and mail it to somewhere you'd never see it again
His first attempt (hanging anvil) failed (there's a totally unrelated giant hole in the floor of the gardening shed now by the way (don't tell Rollo))
His second attempt (exploding piano keys) also failed (bomb didn't go off for the tsum, Fellow tried it, no more piano/eyebrows/nose hair)
His third attempt is drying on the side of the house as we speak, a painting of a road on the brick, his most genius scheme yet! This one will work for sure!
Concussion.
But at least he got you to dedicate your afternoon to bandaging his bruises and cradling his aching head in your lap (while he smirks wickedly at his tsum across the room)
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Skully J. Graves
...Is on you like glue
His tsum? In your coat pocket. Small and quiet as a baby bat, snoozing in there all day
Himself? Attached to your side, monologuing about the great beauty of the season
Skully isn't the vindictive, angry boy you met in a book hundreds of years ago- he's an aged gentleman
That is, he's not one to get jealous over himself. There's more than enough Prefect to share, after all, as long as he...
As long as... he...
...Did that little scoundrel just kiss your hand?
His cheeks burn
His tsum is trying to... woo you!
And what's worse is, it's working! You're laughing in that lovely way! The sound only his stories of adventure and witty remarks on current Halloween trends can draw out of you!
...But Skully is a gentleman, after all, and he doesn't settle spats with fist fights
He just gives his teeny self a reminder that he could use a miniature pumpkin for the decor this year, and it is just the right size...
...And then back to linking arms and escorting you around the old dorm, talking your ear off
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Swing
...Was about to eat his tsum before you intervened
He insisted he was only kidding (was he?) as you carried the poor thing away
After the tsum had been caught chasing the others with matchsticks and shards of glass one too many times, you decided to put it in a time-out, keeping it on your shoulder for the day
It cozied up real fast, getting comfortable in the crook of your neck while you went through your routine
After a while, Swing started following, shuffling down the hall after you, lingering in doorways and glaring at the bean creature on your shoulder
It glares back, and you let them have their little stare off until Swing grabs it off your shoulder and announces he's ACTUALLY going to eat it this time
Ensuing ten minutes of chasing him through the dorm while no one else tries to intervene (Rollo is tired, Fellow hates that guy, Skully is busy arranging his new miniature pumpkin on the porch)
Eventually you catch him (well, he lets you catch him) and get him to promise not to eat any tsums, including his own
In exchange, he gets to hang off your shoulder all day and watch everything you do
content warnings — fem!reader, revolutionary!sabo, baker!reader, tooth rotting fluff, slight angst, slight hurt if you turn it 90º, descriptions of kissing, descriptions of domesticity, domestic!sabo, ooc sabo
word count — 2157
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The morning sunlight filters through the thin curtains of the bedroom like liquid gold, creeping across the tousled sheets, warm, viscous, and honey-like. The room smells faintly of cinnamon and cocoa, a watered down version of the bakery downstairs, wrapped in the soft silence of comfort. Outside, the wind chimes clink together and the faint early morning din of the townspeople float up to the second story window.
Sabo is the first to stir.
This morning he’s slow to wake, which is strange. He’s not a heavy sleeper, not with the work he does. Years of revolution work trained that out of him, sharpening all his mornings into a precise routine: blink, rise, move, gone. Alertness weaved into each muscle, cell, and atom of his being, into the way his feet hit the ground before the sun had finished crawling over the horizon, into the way he’d usually press a lingering kiss onto your sleep-warm skin before slipping out the side door.
But now, his body stays mostly still as his mind begins to wake, a little disoriented before he remembers where he is, who he’s with, and the events of last night. His eyes begin to flutter open, reluctant, like he’s not entirely ready to face the day yet.
His breath ghosts over the crown of your head, warm and shallow, his chin rests just a hair’s breadth above you. You’re tucked beneath it, your face nestled in the crook where his shoulders meet his collarbones. His body curves protectively against yours, instinctual in a way that requires no thought. One arm lays heavy over you, anchoring you in place as his hand rests flat against your spine. His other arm is laid out under your head, his biceps and triceps serving as a makeshift pillow of some sort.
The weight of you still in his arms this late in the morning surprises him. It’s a rare thing, in all his years of knowing you, months of holding you, kissing you, learning more and more about you—he’s never seen you sleep in past 7am.
Even on your rare days off.
You usually wake up before the rest of the world has had the chance to think of the suggestion of starting a new day. Your routine typically consists of 5AM alarms, humming some off-key song in front of the bathroom mirror above the sink while brushing your teeth, and tumbling down the narrow steps of the little staircase above the shop.
By 6AM, you’re usually already in the bakery’s kitchen, apron on, and ovens preheating as you check on the pastries you prepped the night before. Various doughs all shaped, braided, and set, every single one ready to be baked, filled, and glazed.
By now, you’d have sold at least half of the first batch of pastry cream-stuffed croissants, handed out at least a dozen of the freshly baked chocolate chip muffins to the towns kids on their way to school, and would be on the fifth pot of coffee. Owning a bakery in a small town meant you didn’t have the luxury to be the kind of person that lingers in bed.
But not this morning.
The clock on the wall ticks as the seconds crawl by, his thumb strokes the dip of your spine absentmindedly. Absentmindedly in the way one might trace the shape of something they’ve memorized but can’t stop touching. He can feel the small, unconscious movement of your lips as you dream, the soft exhale of your breath that ghosts over his collarbone, and the faint twitch of your fingers against his skin as you start to wake.
Your eyes finally blink open, sleep-glazed and drowsy as they adjust to the light and take in your surroundings. “Mmnhh..?”
The first thing they focus on is him.
“Mmnghh.. Sabo?” You let out a soft, sleepy exhale. His name has never sounded better to him. Your brows furrow together as your shift back to glance up at him, giving him a look.
“You’re still here?”
“Apparently,” His voice is equally as soft, tender in his admiration. A smile tugs at his mouth. “Didn’t want to move.”
“It’s already past nine.”
“Really? Sure the clock’s not wrong?”
“You’re supposed to be gone.” You narrow your eyes at him.
“I’m rethinking my life choices.”
Your laugh is quiet, a faintly raspy from sleep, and he can feel the sound sink down to the marrow of his bones. He grins, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead. Your skin is still warm with sleep.
“Don’t you have to go back?”
He hums, his eyes are still on you but his hand trails from your back to your arm, calloused fingers running up and down your skin. “Eventually.”
“You’re gonna be late.”
“They’ll live.”
“Koala’ll chew you alive.”
“I’ll live.” He gives an unconcerned shrug.
You scoff. “You’re getting clingy.”
He laughs at that, grin spreading wider across his face. “You love it.”
You do.
But you don’t tell him that; instead, your hand leaves his chest to rest on his cheek, your palm warm against his scarred skin. Your thumb brushes just below his eye as you look at him with that half-lidded awe that makes his soul feel bare. Like you’re seeing something in him that no one else ever could.
Like he’s just yours.
Not Flame Emperor Sabo, not the Revolutionary Army’s chief of staff, not the no. 2 of the entire organization after Dragon, hell—not even as Straw Hat Luffy’s older brother. Just Sabo.
The man whose breath catches when you touch his face like this, tilting into your palm without a second thought. The man who kisses you like it’s worship, reverent and aching, like the shape of your mouth holds the answers to questions he’s never asked before. The man who holds you like time might actually bends if he stays close enough, long enough.
Your Sabo.
Eventually, after more murmured conversation and shared giggles, with much reluctance, you both have to leave the utopian confines of your bed. The warmth of the sheets as broken as the covers are peeled off. You pull on one of the many shirts he’s leftover various multi-day stays, he hunts for his missing left sock.
The two of you cross paths again in the bathroom, sharing laughter and bumping hips while brushing your teeth. He watches you in the mirror with a too-focused kind of calm, like he’s trying to memorize this version of you he’s seen dozens of times already but never under the kind of light that makes him ache a little.
This version of you has toothpaste at the corner of your mouth, your eyes still heavy-lidded with sleep but clear and alert. Your skin has that just-woken glow, kissed by sleep and the residual warmth of your bed. You’re humming through the foam, brows furrowed in mock concentration as you try to get the toothpaste cap back on single-handed while elbowing him for space. He’s just standing there frozen halfway between brushing and forgetting how.
Staring.
You glance at his reflection and catch his stare, face distorting into confusion, toothbrush halfway out your mouth. “What?”
“Hm?” He hums around the bristles of his own toothbrush, the one he keeps with yours on your bathroom sink, mouth foamy.
“You look like you just saw God.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up in a sly smile of sorts. He shrugs with one shoulder, unbothered. “Maybe I did.”
“Gross.” You groan through a laugh, spitting into the sink.
He leans closer to the mirror, not even pretending to hide the fact that he’s still staring, eyes flicking over your reflection like he’s sketching you in his mind, committing these exact scene into his memory.
“You’re gross,” he teases.
“Sap.”
“Only for you.”
“Shut up, Sabo.”
You’re both laughing again, nudging each other with elbows and hips. Just two idiots trying to share a sink in a too-small bathroom, pretending the rest of the world doesn’t exist just outside the door.
And for now, it doesn’t.
But time doesn’t let the two of you stay in this little bubble of bliss you’ve created. You duck your head, slipping on apron and tying it in a practiced knot behind your back. Behind you, he buttons up his coat, each motion slower than necessary, almost reluctant. The fabric rustles quietly as he glances down, hands fumbling with the second-to-last button, hesitant for a split second too long.
You turn, catching the moment, stepping closer without a word. You can feel the warmth radiating off his skin. He ran hotter than most, all thanks to the Mera Mera no Mi. The heat his body emits is like a living hearth, not unbearable, not unpleasant, just this low-simmering warmth beneath his skin that feels too much like home.
His hands fall away from the half-fastened collar, and yours take their place, gentle and sure. You button the last one with a kind of tenderness that makes his throat tighten, his eyes fluttering close for a brief second as your hands reach up to smoothen his collar flat, fingers softly brushing his neck.
“You’re stalling.” You whisper, soft and steady, not meeting his eyes just yet. Your hands are still on his collar, your fingertips graze the fabric like they don’t want to let go.
“Can you blame me?”
“Sabo,” you warn, your voice is only slightly sharp with the kind of warning that only works when laced with worry.
Still, he leans in a little closer, close enough that you smell the mint of your toothpaste on his breath, the faint brush of his nose against yours. His hands find your hips, thumbs brushing slow arcs through the fabric of your apron and shirt.
“Haven’t had my good luck kiss, yet.”
He says, low and simple like it’s a fact, not a request. You blink at him, the corner of your lip trying not to lift in amusement.
You lean in just a fraction further. “You really think a kiss is gonna give you luck?”
“I think you are,” the way he says it is raw and simple. So honest in its sincerity.
Your hands curl into the front of his coat, his grip on your hips tighten just slightly as you kiss him. It’s not rushed, not dramatic. Just deliberate and tender in its softness. The kind that exists in the warm space between two souls that have seen each other in their rawest forms, unguarded and undone.
His lips slant against yours, moving like kissing you is second nature, but reverent all the same. He kisses you like he’s thanking you for the kiss, for the stillness, for existing in his orbit at all. His body leans into you instinctively without pressing, almost like gravity itself is tired of pulling him away from you.
When you finally pull away, it’s just enough to breathe. Your lips barely brush his and the look he gives you is dangerous in and of itself. He’s looking at you like he’s rewritten his plans for the day, for his life, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed with the warmth of this shared moment.
“One more?”
You give him a look, half-stern, all fond. “Sabo…”
He leans in again, pressing another kiss to your mouth. Gentle, then firmer, lingering. He doesn’t move far when he breaks it. “That one was for focus.”
You smile, huffing a breath of pure amusement as your eyes narrow at him, “you’re categorizing them, now?”
“Gotta keep track,” his grin is smug.
You don’t get a chance to respond before he tilts his head, kissing you again.
And again.
And again.
You lose track somewhere after the eighth kiss.
“That one?” He mumbles against your lips, “that one was for courage.”
You laugh, “you’re going to be late.”
“Worth it.” he says without moving. “Another?”
Eventually, you’re breathless and smirking against his lips. “You’ve had at least fifteen.”
He hums, “Not enough.”
“You’re terrible at goodbyes.”
“Only with you.”
You kiss him again. This kiss is firmer, more certain, with more pressure. One of his hands comes up to cup your cheek, the thumb of the other grazes the dip of your waist as he pulls you in just a bit more, as if proximity alone can delay the inevitable. He exhales through his nose mid-kiss, you can feel the way it trembles slightly against your skin. He’s gentle in the way he holds you, not gripping, but careful. He holds you like you’re breakable, or holy. Or both.
He pulls away just enough to mutter against your lips. “One more for safety?”
“You’re cheesy.”
“I’m in love,” he corrects.
“You’re insufferable,” you scoff, but he’s already chasing another. This one lands on the corner of your mouth.
“And yet,” he mumbles, lips pressed against the curve of your smile, “you keep kissing me.”
You kiss him again, just to prove him right.
note — happy birthday @lawfem ! sorry ik it’s not your birthday anymore, i fell asleep with this draft open last night oops & special thanks to @thesea-and-thesky for yelling at me constantly to finish this
hi! i saw ace is one of your favorites (your other suggestive writing with him is so cnxmznxmcnzmbcnz) i was wondering if you could write #10 with ace?!
pairing: ace trappola x gn!reader
cw: suggestive, possessive ace
a/n: anon i was so happy to write more for him, thank you for both the compliment and giving me an excuse to indulge!
send me a number + character!
You were asleep in bed when the abrupt, resounding clamour of someone knocking filled your petite dorm, each pound precipitating dust and moulder to descend from the roof. Who could it possibly be at this hour?
With gentle yet swift fingers, you picked Grim up off your chest and settled him back onto the mattress—as inflexible as it always is, it was handy in this case so as not to disturb the little monster—and you hurriedly made your way to the door.
“I’m coming-!” And as you pried open the door, you discerned Ace standing there; the opaqueness of the night accentuating his unreadable expression. Which almost looked oddly⋯ surprised, for an ephemeral moment?
“Hey, [name], did I wake you up?” Of course there wasn’t a trace of contrite lingering within his voice or eyes.
“Any normal person would be asleep at this hour,” you retorted as you staved off a yawn by taking in his appearance more carefully, noting how he was unadorned in a collar, “Did you and Deuce get into a fight or something?”
“Yeah, we did!” Ace briskly answered, folding his arms across his chest with a moue twisting on his lips, “I could hardly get any sleep with all his snoring, and things devolved from there until he and the others kicked me out for the night. So! Prefect⋯”
“No.”
“Tch. I didn’t even ask yet!”
“Pfft,” you chortled softly at the characteristic, asinine banter between the two of you before opening the door further, “come on in, Ace.”
The subdued, hushed click of you shutting the door and subsequently locking it resonated with Ace’s relief—he was thrilled that his little lie granted him access to you. He had already prepared a multitude of stories on the way here to inveigle you into letting him inside, yet you sanctioned one to fall right onto his lap.
But it’s not as if you fought him much on it to begin with. You really did cherish your friends, didn’t you?
“Choose any spare room you like, at least half of them are cleaned by now,” you pointed down the hall, a sleepy smile still arched on your lips.
Watching as you gyrated on your heel to leave, Ace reached forward and grasped your hand; his cheeks powdered with a cherry-coloured blush, just faint enough that you felt a twinge in your heart. “Stay with me a little longer? Just a little! Please?”
Acquiescing, finding yourself enthralled with that glow illuminating his countenance and that wistful plea, you nodded your head and the two of you planted yourselves down onto the couch in the foyer.
It was pretty rare for Ace to speak so desperately with you—perhaps he was feeling guilty about his little quarrel with Deuce? That didn’t seem likely, you thought with beads of sweat dropping from the side of your face.
“You know, [name], I was just wondering,” Ace began, glimpsing over your frame leaning on the couch and swallowing, “⋯ do you wear that as your pyjamas every night?”
“Hm?” You peered down at the oversized shirt you garbed, just large enough to conceal the edges of your underwear when you stand. “Yeah. It’s usually just Grim and I here, after all.”
Well, besides the ghosts, but they normally minded their own business most of the time anyway.
“Ehh? Is that so?” Ace seemed insouciant as he hummed, yet you got the unshakable feeling he was vexed. “Did you even check to see who was at the door before you answered it?”
Tilting your head as you raised an eyebrow, you riposted, “Does it matter?” There’s no way he came over to lecture you on safety? After all this time?
“Of course it does! What if it was someone else at the door?” he hissed, a scornful and exasperated mien contorting his ordinarily mellow face.
“The only people with enough guts to visit me in the middle of the night are you—and Deuce.”
“Someone other than me.”
Those virulent words surged a white-hot frigidity down the column of your spine, disquieting you in your seat.
Why couldn’t you just be a little smarter? And why couldn’t he be a little dumber?
Gripping your thighs in a taut clasp and spreading them apart, Ace slotted himself between them before setting a hand on the arm and back of the couch simultaneously; caging you in. And, for some reason, it felt so intimate to you.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” Ace, with a pitiful torture in his voice, spat, crimson eyes transfixed on your underwear hiding your heat, “How much I hate any bastard who looks at you⋯ when you should be mine, rightfully so. Why can’t they understand that? Why can’t you?”
Not once had Ace ever felt so tormented, so deeply, with or about any one of his previous exes—that girl he ghosted, or that boy who broke-up with him and the only thing on Ace’s mind was ‘ah, this juice is bitter’ as he unemotively sipped on it through the straw.
They both meant nothing to him.
He only really agreed to go out with either of them because he thought it’d be fun, a way to beguile the time.
Ace realized that the way he viewed love was in the same way someone would look at a dessert or afternoon snack—deliciously tempting when he saw others enjoying them, but the sweetness never filled him up, and he always grew bored of having the same thing over and over again. Sooner or later, he began to crave a new taste; or go hungry altogether.
Everyone around him wasn’t like him, they endlessly sought to savour that one dish. And he thought he’d never feel that same way.
Until he met you.
The irresistibly helpless—and cute—prefect.
Now Ace found himself greedily hoarding each and every morsel of attention you gave him like a starved, ravening man, afraid to consume even a crumb because he wouldn’t be able to receive them forever. Whether it was because you went back to your world, or you found someone else entirely.
“A-Ace, I—”
“⋯ I love you; so much that it’s laughable,” Ace sniggered ironically, a bitter smile curving on his lips as he brought his mouth closer to yours, “Aah, I won’t let you say no, [name].”
And Ace kissed you, conceding to his desires—because anything was better than the emptiness.
18+!!! PUBLIC AS HELL!!! GROUP ACTIVITIES!!! DUBCON AND UNDERAGE DRINKING!!! SECOND ACE FIC AND ITS FROM HIS PERSPECTIVE LETS GOOOOOOOO!!! (he's not even my fav </3)
basically Ace sneaks into a party at Scarabia and meets an unnamed person then they bang then the rest of the party joins. the reader isn't an actual character and implied to be a Scarabia student sowwy..... i was really inspired by this art i saw on pixiv........................ heavily suggest listening to Far-Out the whole time to make it seem more dizzying thats what i did writing this lol
art credits to MEMEME MEEEE!!!
Starring... 1,462 words!
Ace considered himself a connoisseur of entertainment, he thrived on the joy of life.
That's why he was bumping and grinding against the other students late at night at another one of Kalim's many parties in Scarabia, his throat sore and his ears ringing as he forced out a laugh through the sweat of constant dancing and evading. There was good food, good music, and good drinks.
Really good drinks.
It was a fancy, aged wine, Ace assumed. The dark color spilled everywhere as he lost himself into the golden rimmed cups. The bright rubies engraved on them served as contrast against his fingers, removing himself from the sticky surface as he licked up his fingers like it was the sweetest syrup in the world. Though, it tasted more like sour cherries in his opinion, but he's not complaining that much, nor could he really do that. His head has been getting hazy with the constant "La-ia La" echoing through the bouncing dorm. Or was it the brightly colored smoke that had been set up to flow around in a mess of yellow and red? He's not completely sure about that either.
A laugh wrung out as someone bumped his shoulder, coughing as the figure turned around. Just one of the many students he never remembers the face of, the short exchange of apologies barely heard over the music.
"Aw, shit. Sorry man."
"Nah, you're good."
And they continued on as if nothing happened. It was a trivial moment anyways.
Ace took in a deep breath, the dark gradient that had fallen over the party hurting his eyes. Weaving through the crowd, he found himself... lost. Well, not literally. Everyone knew the parties were usually only in the lounge, and he's not exactly thinking of anywhere else to go. He could be searching for someone—maybe the housewarden or vice—but he doesn't think so. So what could he be looking for? An extra drink? Doesn't seem too tempting, now that he's looking at the buffet a few feet away. He's feeling kind of hot though, a drink would be nice.
With a groan, he lightly tore away at his vest. He's been feeling rather overdressed in the school uniform since most of the people that surrounded him were in red, black, and gold, or the few other outsiders in their respective dorm uniform, but him? His vest and jacket were left hanging on him in the sweaty heat, is it time to dip? Absolutely not. Ace has a hunch one of his upperclassmen are still roaming around Heartlsabyul at this time, and he doesn't want to get into shit with Riddle. He's been pushing it with that guy, after all.
A step to the left to avoid a student making way, nearly tripping over a pillow in the process as he made a wobbly attempt to continue his strive forward, he bumped into someone once more, turning around to say sorry.
"Fuck, hey. My bad, I..."
His eyes widened, mouth hanging agape. He could've had a little more finesse with his reaction, but honestly? He doesn't have nearly half of the brain cells he needs right now to have social awareness.
"You good?"
The person he bumped into, whether due to actual attraction or the wine talking, was hot as hell in his opinion. Not like the average students whose faces he couldn't even remember, but an actual guy he can piece the features together like a puzzle, a very nice puzzle.
"You seem a little lost."
He looks stupid and he knows that. He knows that too well. Honestly, it should be embarrassing, he should feel like he wants to vomit right now and hurl himself off of the balcony, but...
"No..." Ace mumbled, "I'm not."
The person laughed, warm like the sand surrounding them outside. There was just something about them he couldn't put his finger on, something hypnotic. A sort of... lust, if that makes sense. To him it did. Perhaps not sexually, perhaps so, but... something akin to want. Greed, gluttony, it all mixes up as that jarring smoke curled around them in a tempting manner, rather than suffocating them.
"Well, you act like it."
Sure, maybe he did.
Ace forced himself to laugh with the student as they came closer, grabbing him by his jacket and pulling him closer—ah, wait. They were starting to slide it off, as he gave no resistance whatsoever.
"It's hot, isn't it?"
To him, it's ridiculous how easily he's letting this happen. In a public setting, mind you.
"Let me help you."
They laughed once more as his vest followed suit, the red fabric already blending in with the carpets of the dorm as they worked to undress him. Well, not completely at least, so Ace still had some dignity left...
"Mhm, ah—hnggh~"
But having his shirt and tie barely hanging on, his dick sprung free from his pants as this absolute stranger grinds against him like some desperate hooker? Not exactly something a "prestigious college" should even think about, nor students from said college be indulging in. But here he was, letting feeling himself get hard as they swayed along to the beat, or was that just his imagination?
"Can you stick it in already, or do you need help...?" They muttered, already tugging down their loose pants. "I want you."
Sevens, this feels like something out of a bad porno, the kind filled with ads.
Stupid as it may be, Ace embraced the lewd situation as his hands reached out. One to the golden collar at their neck, the other at their bangles, steadying himself as he rocked against them harder. Not his preferred position, but it'll do. Moans slipped from his lips, rather pathetically, something that sounds more like a whine or a pet begging, but he isn't too focused on that now. With his dick sandwiched between their ass, something he clearly remembers seeing online, he slowly pulled back to try and angle himself at their hole. He fumbled a bit, constantly slipping against them rather than in him, before the student made a frustrated groan. Their free hand came over, seizing Ace with a grip that nearly had him gasp as they guided him in.
His head hurts even more now—or is it burning up? Feels like it, as he let out a moan that nearly melted him, feeling them slowly take in his cock until they paused. Perfect fit, he assumes. He hopes so, as they slowly pull back, only halfway, before slamming back against his crotch. Out, in, out, in, out, in. It got easier as they both got turned on, feeling their insides get more slick as they started to speed up.
"Ah!"
"Mnpm—"
"Hah!"
"W-Wait—"
In the haze of pleasure, Ace scrambled to grab their hips, trying to slow down their movements. They kept going though, the echoing slap of skin mixing in with the music as they laughed. Another student had approached, to which they wrapped their arms around him and embraced in a sloppy kiss. He would have objected, maybe, if not for a pair of arms coming at him from behind. It wrapped around his chest tenderly, the other taking his chin and forcing him to look down. Many other arms had come in, some over his own, some on either of their hips, but they all worked together to rock them against a combined rhythm. Labored breaths and muffled moans attacked his ears as he saw how their ass jiggled against him, locked onto the site despite the students coming to kiss him like his lover.
More and more, the session was nearly overstimulating. Hands, teeth, tongue, and a variety of noises made him feel like he was going to pass out. He might as well, as his stomach started to burn up, making his flushed face even worse.
Ace pulled away from the person currently kissing him, grunting. "Fuck—please..." He doesn't know what he's begging for, but they worked to soothe him down as they kissed against his neck. He's sure someone was sucking against it too, leaving a mark. More and more, his head was tilted up as a familiar cup pressed against his lips.
Consequences, consequences, consequences. There are so many consequences to this. How is he ever supposed to show himself to this dorm ever again? How is ever supposed to show himself in public, honestly?
He can think about that later, all that's important to him is feeling his cum spurt out into them, letting himself drink up as he got lost in the pleasures of sin.
-> Your new lip gloss grabs your boyfriend's attention. How would they react?
twst boys x reader / archetype imagine
Tries it on
Vil, Cater
He would DEFINITELY know what brand the lip gloss was from and which number of shade it was. Also, not to mention, it looked delectable on you.
"Is that [brand name]'s lip gloss in color #11?", he'd question, staring intently at your lips.
"Yeah! Do you want to try it? Here, let me grab mine-"
Before you could even reach to take it, he would instantly respond with a "yes" by taking your chin and pressing his lips onto yours. He'd stay there for a while, ensuring the gloss gets fully transferred onto his lips. He'd then break away, quickly pulling out his pocket mirror and observing the product on his lips while leaving you in a flush, on the other hand.
"Mm...Looks wonderful on you, dear, but it looks even better on me," he muses with a smirk.
Before you could make a comeback or even fully recover from that long kiss, he'll note,
"Oh? It seems that I've missed a spot. I'll have to take some more~" and will continue to kiss you, over and over.
Compliments you
Neige, Azul, Trey, Jade, Malleus, Rook, Jamil
"That color looks wonderful on you", he'd smile and give you a light peck, as to show his appreciation without ruining your makeup too much. I could see them being eager to take you out to look for more colors that would also suit you well.
Savors the flavor
Floyd, Lilia, Chenya, Kalim
The gloss would make your lips look so shiny and soft that it would grab his attention right away. It made your lips look extra kissable that he wouldn't resist kissing you on the spot, not minding at all if he ruined your work or if the product got stuck on his own lips. In fact, after the kiss, he'd smack his gloss-stained lips, humming in delight, "Mm~ It's cherry flavored!", and would go back in for another taste. "Got any other flavors I can try? Maybe coconut or chocolate?", he'd ask, hopefully. (Lilia would ask if there was a black licorice flavored lip gloss). This would be your sign to buy some more lip gloss for you both to enjoy.
Won't even notice or care tbh
Sebek, Ace, Jack, Leona
Sebek and Ace wouldn't notice, whereas Jack and Leona would, but wouldn't think much of it. After all, to them, it wouldn't matter whether you were wearing lip gloss or not. Your lips are ALWAYS kissable to him.
Doesn't mention it
Silver, Deuce, Ruggie, Idia, Riddle, Epel
He wouldn't say a word about it, but the thought of it would stick with him. The way the gloss captured the light and highlighted one of the places he loved to make contact with the most would linger in his head. You'll eventually see his mind occupied throughout the day. As you two talked, his eyes would constantly shift between your eyes and your lips. It would be quite entertaining to see the way he did it so frequently while trying to be "discreet" about it.
But after the day has been through, and before your gloss has finally went out, he'd remove the remainder of it himself by kissing you deeply, his hunger driving him.
Once you two stopped to catch your breaths, you'd cheekily ask him, "Did you like my new lip gloss?", and he'd lowly reply, "Yeah, I liked it...", his cheeks flushed.
a/n: back from another LONG hiatus! Still warming up >_< I know Vil and Cater have the longest one while the others were shorter, but those two were simply PERFECT for this prompt
Prompt suggested by @miriamladyvoid from years ago! So sorry it took me so long to do your request!
SUMMARY: What would his dream be like, exactly the same as in the original story, but with the small detail that he is dreaming that you two are dating? Or rather, dated.
CHARACTERS: Floyd Leech x Reader 🦈🦐
TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; In a Relationship (kinda, actually an ex-relationship); Kiss
WARNING: Spoilers from Book 7 and Floyd’s dream (Eng Server) and a reader with attitude.
WORD COUNT: 3.150 words
COMMENTS: This was written as a companion piece to the original dream story, so the parts that are the same as the game are just summarized.
This Yuu/Reader has a strong personality because I believe is what fits and makes sense in this dream.
I hope you enjoy 🦈
Dating in a Dream: Idia / Epel / Rook / Vil / Kalim / Jamil / (Floyd) / Jade / Azul / Jack / Ruggie / Leona / Deuce / Cater / Ace / Trey / Riddle / Sebek / Silver / Lilia / Malleus
“Aether signal tracking successful.” Ortho announces. “We have arrived at the designated coordinates.”
You, Grim, Silver, Sebek, and Jamil were all holding on to Ortho, so you needed a place to land. But there was no land in sight, just a vast ocean. Jamil froze the seawater into a boat with seats for everyone and Silver formed the oars. You all get on the boat and sit down.
“The sea brings to mind a couple of people.” Jamil says. “And what they have in common is-”
Something slammed into the boat. And again. And again.
“Mraaah! The boat's rockin' and rollin'!” Grim worries. “I'm gonna fall overboard!”
“I'm getting an enormous aether signal reading from under the boat!” Ortho warns. “It's closing in again at high speed!”
“Is it trying to tip the boat over?!” Jamil realizes.
The thing keeps hitting the ice boat violently until it finally capsizes and you all fall into the water. Fortunately, Idia was prepared for that and used technomantic nanomachines to create a kind of giant bubble around each of your bodies.
“Thank goodness!” Silver says. “Now we can fight whatever attacked our boat.”
“Ah! Aether signature reading 10 meters ahead. Estimated length, four meters!” Ortho informs you. “Judging by its size, it must be the creature that knocked over our boat.”
“Four meters? That's pretty big. We'll need to take it down with magic! (Y/N), you get back.” Jamil asks you.
Everyone gets into position, ready to defend themselves from a possible next attack and to attack the creature with magic.... But...
“Nothing's comin'.” Grim says, kind of disappointedly.
“I'm still getting that reading 10 meters ahead...” Ortho reiterates. “But it's not budging at all.”
“If it won't attack, we should attack instead.” Silver says. “Let's close in carefully and...”
Silver is interrupted by an oddly long sigh.
“Boooriiiiin'...” Floyd appears, more apathetic than you've ever seen him or even thought possible. “I was hopin' for some decent excitement... But nah, it's just land peeps...” You see the dreamer's silver bird around his head.
“Floyd?!”
“Mm... You guys know me? People from land kinda blur together for me... Mm... Wait.” He looks at you, without changing his bored expression. “Koebi-chan? Were you takin’ a boat trip or somethin'? Sorry ‘bout that.”
“You recognize (Y/N).” Jamil says, although he found it strange that Floyd apologized to someone without being ironic. “Does that mean you recognize us as well?”
“Mm... Oh, yeah... but whatever. I ain't interested in school or anythin' up on land anymore.”
Silver asks Floyd where Azul and Jade are. The three of them were always together, right? Floyd tells him that the three of them are not a package deal and that the two are probably still on land since Azul's business was going so well.
Jamil asks him if he came back to the sea by himself and Floyd says he was bored as an explanation, that things go great no matter what he does.
“See, I figured there were entertaining people up on land, kinds you wouldn't find under the sea.” Floyd explains. “But they're all so weak. Just a buncha small fry not even worth botherin' with. And they all get suckered by Azul, hook, line, and sinker... He's got so many anemones at this point, he doesn't even need more. We had a second and third Mostro Lounge branch open in no time flat...” he ends with another long sigh.
Besides people getting ‘suckered by Azul’ being concerning, Sebek says that all that sounds like perfect smooth sailing, and asks what exactly is the problem.
Floyd says that all of that was just boring and he got totally checked out. So he left to take a solo trip around the world. He went to the Shaftlands, where he was found by a man who offered him a spot as a model in a fashion show which he accepted because it sounded cool. Then the man offered him an exclusive contract with their brand, which he refused because it would be boring to always wear clothes from the same brand.
After spending all his money in the Shaftlands, he went to the Sunshine Lands to find some part-time gigs. He was immediately hired by a famous restaurant. On the third day of work, he threw together something for a staff meal that the chef totally loved and asked him if they could serve that to customers. Floyd accepted and it was such a huge hit that it had people lining up out the door.
Grim wanted to try it, but Floyd had forgotten the recipe because it was something he simply made depending on what he felt like at the time.
It was turning into a hassle so he quit and went to another country, this time the Scalding Sands. Where he rode a camel through the desert and found the legendary genie's lamp. But he used all three wishes to ask for fresh drinks and food because it was hot and he was hungry.
After that he went to the Sunset Savanna, the Queendom of Roses, and Briar Valley. But once again, everyone was so weak that it was just boring. Sebek protests that it's impossible for someone from the Briar Valley royal family to be weak, but Floyd basically says that he's not stupid enough to just walk into the castle and ask to fight with the royal family.
“So yeah. I got bored of bein' up on land and came back to the sea. Not that it's any less boring here... I saw a disturbance in the water up on the surface so I came to see if somethin' interesting was finally happening... But when I flipped the boat, all I found was my ex and a buncha guys I already know.”
“Y-your EX?!” Everyone asks, including you.
“Huh?” Floyd looks directly at you. “I thought you realized I broke up with you when I dumped you at my parents' house.”
“Wait, you are talking about (Y/N)?” Jamil asks. “You're saying that you dated and then you broke up with them at your parents' house?”
“Yeah. We started datin’ on land and one day they said they would like to visit the Coral Sea and meet my parents. I gave them the potion for them to take on a mer-form and even that got borin’ after a while.”
“What do you mean?” Jamil keeps asking, after all if it were you it would be strange. “What were they like in mer-form?”
“Beautiful.” Floyd says without any emotion in his voice. “Everyone was like ‘Aww, you shrimp tail is sooo adorable!’ And they always have a buncha merfolk fallin’ for them. But Koebi-chan never even looked at them.”
“And isn't that good? For them to be faithful?”
“Well, yeah... but our relationship was so booorin'. We never argued, they were always so nice and kind to me even when I tried to mess with them. That was so annoyin'. They never got mad at me and always did whatever I asked. I realized how borin' they really were after my parents met them, so I told them to take Koebi-chan back home after I left on my solo world trip. I don't even remember why I fell in love with them. Ouch!”
Suddenly Floyd was hit in the chest by a small rock. Everyone turned to you, who was the one who threw it, and you were looking at Floyd furiously.
“You son of a... whatever the stupid fish equivalent is!” You shout at him.
“Fish equivalent?” Floyd looks at you a little surprised. “Was that supposed to be a racial insult, koebi-chan?”
“No, I was just trying to say it in a way that you would understand.” You say smugly.
“Heh? Are you sayin’ I'd be too dumb to understand if you used your own words?” Floyd gave you that mocking smile, and then he looked at you with that scary serious face. “Say what you want if you have the guts.”
“(Y/N), I know this is a complicated situation but-” Jamil tried to calm you down but was interrupted by Grim.
Grim was looking at you like a child seeing one of those rare moments where they see their mother angry and doesn't want to get involved. He convinces everyone to let you handle it.
“If I have the guts?!” You continue. “You were the one who wasn't merman enough to take me back to land and broke up with me properly!”
“Oooohh... now you’re usin’ puns?” He smiles smugly. “After all, you really are more interestin’ single. Heh heh heh!” He laughs for the first time.
“Indeed. Maybe the problem has been you all along.” You smirk.
Floyd gets that frighteningly serious look back when he looks at you.
“Yeah, you heard me.” At this point, you were either serious or you had some sort of plan, or both. “Maybe the problem is you. Maybe no one wants to entertain you. After all... who wants to be around someone so boring that they can't even entertain themselves?”
The others ask you, almost stuttering, if you are sure that irritating him is a good idea, especially seeing the way he was looking at you.
“You have a lotta nerve for such a tiny shrimp.” Floyd says menacingly. “And especially for someone who would drown if I burst their little bubble.” He smirks.
“Do it if you have the guts.” You provoke him.
The others try to warn you to stop, that you could really be in danger, but you don't cower, nor does Floyd. He attacks you, bursting your bubble and taking you away from the others.
“(Y/N)!” Everyone shouts, but none of them can reach you underwater, Floyd is too fast.
When he stops, your cheeks are puffed out to hold your breath, and he's hugging you, not squeezing you.
“What about now? Heh heh heh. You can't talk under water.” He smiles amusedly.
You blow air bubbles in his face, the equivalent of spitting out the water you would have in your mouth if you were on land.
“Aha ha ha, That tickles. You idiot, you're runnin’ out of air.”
But you don't seem worried, even with him holding you down there under the sea. But he was right, you were running out of air. He notices when your expression starts to become less intense.
“Silly little shrimpy.” He says in a surprisingly affectionate tone before swimming quickly toward the surface with you.
When you reach the surface you take a deep breath and Floyd keeps holding you. You call him stupid or idiot one last time and he starts laughing heartily.
“THAT WAS FUN!” He says with that joy that you were already missing. “I'm pretty sure this was our first argument, but for some reason... Me in mer-form facin’ you in your human form underwater is givin’ me a déjà vu.”
“Probably from that time you and Jade tried to stop me and the others from getting to the Atlantica Memorial Museum.” You say.
“Atlantica Memorial Museum? Oh, yeah. ‘Cause of that contract with Azul. You needed to get that school photo. Well, too bad you never got it.”
“Yes, we did! While Leona destroyed Azul's contracts.”
“What? You worked together with Todo-senpai (sea lion)? No way. There's no way we'd lose to a little shrimp like you... Hrgh?!” He remembers the moment in front of the museum when he and Jade had to leave because something was happening with Azul in Octavinelle.
The world begins to distort as he remembers. Because of the headaches, Floyd ends up letting go of you. The others finally catch up to you, Idia takes the opportunity to restore your bubble and you two go back underwater
They saw the world distorting and asked what happened. You tell them that Floyd began to remember when he was defeated by you and the others. They come to the conclusion that in that dream world Floyd was always living a perpetual winning streak. So maybe the formula for waking him up was reminding him of all the times he didn't win.
Silver reminds him of Orientation day, where he saw Floyd on fire flying through the air after hearing an explosion nearby. And the person who did that to him was Riddle. Jamil says that Jade was laughing so loudly it echoed through the whole Mirror Chamber, and Azul was acting like he'd never seen Floyd before in his life. Silver found out what happened from Riddle himself at the Equestrian Club. Floyd suddenly grabbed Riddle's hair and remarked, 'It's red, but it ain't hot.'.
Floyd thought this story was better than his dream and this made the world distort again. So the others continued.
Idia remembered one time Floyd got easily shut down during a joint defensive magic lesson with the juniors. More specifically by Cater, Leona and Malleus after underestimating them. Jamil says that in their practice basketball games, Floyd hardly ever break past him when Jamil is blocking him. And tells about that one time that Floyd snuck into the gym at night because he wanted to practice slam dunks and broke two hoops. The headmage punished him with a week of gym-cleaning duty.
“Dude, what the heck? I sound like an idiot in these stories!” Floyd says. “But hey... That sounds better than bein' able to breeze through anything...”
And finally, you remind him of the conversation you were having earlier and whether he remembered what had happened during midterms.
“Midterms...? Guh... Aaagh!” The world distorts again as he remembers. “Oh yeah... We screwed up big time, and Azul... I shouldn't know any of this, but I do... Where are these memories comin' from?!”
The goopy darkness begins to form around you until it transforms into two figures: Jade and Azul in their mer-forms. These figures created by darkness tried to convince Floyd not to believe you, praising him about being a strong predator and saying that the three of them could have fun together as friends. They were so out of character that they couldn't fool Floyd at all. This angered Floyd so much that he woke up and attacked the fake Jade and Azul himself.
“Floyd, how could you...?” Were the last words of fake Jade.
“I thought... we were... best friends...” Were the last words of fake Azul.
“Tch, you're STILL puttin' words in their mouths.” Floyd says, still beside himself with rage. “I'd better not see your fake faces again, you little minnows.” He started slamming his tail into the sunken ship and smashing it apart.
Someone needed to stop him so you all could talk to him. And Jamil said the best person to do it would be the person he apparently liked enough to dream about dating them. You go over and call out to him, telling him you're glad he's awake.
“Huh? Why're you guys still hoverin' around?” Floyd looks at you furiously. “I'm not in the mood, koebi-chan. I'm REALLY ticked off right now, y'know. Unless you wanna get squeezed and turn into squid ink too.”
“I'm not one of them, Floyd. I'm the real (Y/N).”
“Oh yeah? And how can you prove that?”
You need a moment to think, but then you say something like: “You are a poor unfortunate soul who doesn't even have the courage to break up with an imaginary partner properly.”
Everyone is scared for you.
“Those NPCs are supposed to praise you, and I can only imagine my NPC would say something about true love, but I just insulted you. I'm going against their nature. And if you don't realize that then you're really dumb." You smirk.
The others comment on you having some desire to be killed by Floyd, as he slowly approaches you with an extremely threatening face and posture. He covers you with his shadow and opens his mouth as if he were going to eat you.
“Heh... Heh heh... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!” Floyd smiles and hugs you tightly. “Yay! That’s my Koebi-chan~!”
He's not hurting you, but you tell him the hug is still too strong. He loosened his hug a little and suddenly he kissed you passionately on the lips. Everyone else is startled, but you return the kiss. Jamil's reflex was to cover Grim's eyes.
It started out as just a kiss, but you returning the kiss made him get in the mood for making out. If you don't stop the kiss, it will be the group clearing their throats behind you doing it.
If you continue to the point where others are clearing their throats as a request for you to stop: You both break the kiss and Floyd looks at them with an extremely smug smile.
“What? I'm not forcin' you to watch... pervs.” Floyd mocks them.
If you are the one who breaks the kiss: Floyd won't move his face too far away from yours and will look at you with a pout.
“Own, why did you stop now?” He asks in an overly seductive, pleading voice. “Is it ‘cause you don't like audience? I can take care of them for you... Koebi-chan~”
You two may have interrupted your kiss, but Floyd didn't want to let go of you for anything. Your only two options were to stay like that, or turn around and have him hug you from behind. Floyd asks what's going on, the others explain that it was a dream and Ortho shows him the explanatory video.
When the video ended, to your surprise, Floyd let go of you. You look at him, confused, and his expression is that... neutral, but serious one.
“What's wrong?” You ask.
“We never dated, did we? When I kissed you, I thought you were the same (Y/N) from my dream.” Yes, he called you by your name. He's silent for a moment to see if you understand what he means, but it seems like he has to continue explaining. “I thought I had your prior consent as your ex, but since we never dated...”
“You are concerned about consent?” Jamil says, doubtfully. “I don't mean to insult you, but I wasn't expecting that from a guy who tries to squeeze everyone who bothers him.”
“Beatin’ up annoyin’ guys is one thing.” Floyd explains, still strangely serious. “And I always do that after a warning. This is different.” His expression becomes threatening. “And none of your business.”
You turn Floyd's attention back to you and tell him that you also like him. You understand and if that is an apology you accept it. And you even reveal how much you actually enjoyed it.
“Hm~ Really~?” Floyd looks at you with a seductive smile and gets closer to you, holding you by the waist once again. “Are you askin’ for more, koebi-chan~?”
“Oh please, not again!” Idia begs. “I can't handle such high levels of PDA!”
Full list of characters: Dating in a Dream - Index
If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX
P.S.: Don't question how the air bubble bursts once but doesn't burst again when he hugs and kisses Yuu. This is a fanfic for fanservice purposes only 😝
Hi sorry to bother you, but can you please make a part 2 of the courting fic where the prefect realizes what they were trying to say and "un-rejects" them?
Love your writing, keep up the good work!!
So happy to see people on the same page as me here, because I wrote the fic right before going to bed and my immediate thoughts were (I feel so bad so themm... wait but they're also being kinda stupid shit GUYS LOCK IN)
Anyways Part Twooo to this fic let's gooo! Featuring them getting a taste of their own medicine because I thought they deserved it (affectionate)
Cultural Exchange
—"You could have just said you liked me."
Characters: Leona, Ruggie, Floyd, Azul (same as in the first fic)
Notes: Let me I tell you I had wayy too much fun writing the little intro for each section I thought I was sooo clever didn't I
Leona:
—Humans are known to give flowers to their objects of affection. Bouquets, particularly those containing roses, are a common gift given to someone a human wishes to date.
Your phone, you noticed, was already open. A google page laid in front of you. Did Leona try to look something up and forget to close it? No, as slothful as he seemed, being careless like this just wasn't in his character.
But the phone was opened to-
Lion beastman courtship rituals.
The page stared you in the face, daring you to read.
"Lion beastmen," it said. "Have extended courting rituals. They stake out their desired mate and spend time building relations."
Wait. Those weeks the two of you had spent together...
"When the time is right, beastmen will often roar to declare their intent. They show desire by pawing, nuzzling, and-"
He'd roared beforehand, hands all over you.
"Biting."
Goddamnit you just fumbled Leona Kingscholar.
You wanted to crawl into a hole. You wanted to apologize. And you kind of wanted to yell at him for not just saying that like a normal person when you asked what was going on.
But that would have to wait for another time.
For now, you'd have to find some way to make it clear you returned his interests.
Flowers. Everyone, boy or girl, old or young, broke prefect or genius lion prince, could probably appreciate a nice bouquet.
So you stopped by Heartslabyul and the Seven themselves or whatever the deities of this world were must have been smiling down upon you, because they had a bunch of extra roses from some growth spell mishap they needed to get rid of.
"Good luck with your boyfriend," Ace had said, snickering.
So here you were. Outside of the Savannaclaw common room, a bouquet of flowers in hand.
"You gonna eat that?" Ruggie, standing in front of you, looking at the flowers scrutinizingly. Noticing the expression on your face though, he just laughed. "Jeez, I'm just joking with ya! I can get my own food. Maan, you're so dense... shishishi, no wonder Leona-san's obvious signs went right over your head!"
Speaking of Leona-
"Can you take me to him?" You asked, and Ruggie nodded.
"'Bout time. Leona-san's been in a mood since you shot him down." You didn't shoot him down, you just asked what he was talking about! "He's been sulkin' all day."
You had a feeling Ruggie was just saying that to embarrass him.
"But anyways, come on! The sooner you lovebirds kiss and make up, the better."
The door to Leona's room was locked. But Ruggie just pulled a hairpin, fiddled with it, and-
Of course he picked the lock.
"Your mate, Leona-san!"
"The herbivore's not-"
And Ruggie was gone. Just you and him now.
Leona stared at you from where he was lounging in his bed, tail flicking expectantly.
"You saw it, right?" He asked, voice deceptively impassive. You nodded.
"This all would've been a lot easier if you just explained what you meant. "I mean..."
You pulled the small bouquet of roses from behind your back.
Leona just stared, confused.
"Are you- callin' me an herbivore or something?" He asked. "You tryin' to say I'm fragile like the flowers?"
What.
He had the gall to expect you to understand these lion mating rituals or whatever, and he couldn't even understand what flowers meant?
"Lighten up, herbivore, I'm just jokin' with you," he said, taking the bouquet. "I do my research."
Unlike you was left unsaid.
"I really am sorry Leona-san," you said. "But how was I supposed to know you biting me was a mating ritual?"
"Well, it's more obvious than flowers," he huffed. You had to disagree, but since he was following your, uh, 'courting rituals'...
"I guess I should return the favor," you said, grabbing his arm. His face flushed ever so slightly, barely noticeable on that tanned skin of his.
And then you bit. He stared, shocked. But not the good kind.
"That," he said. "Was the weakest bite I've ever seen?"
"Huh?"
"You really are an herbivore," he said, before putting his head on your lap. "I'm going to sleep."
His tail flickered contentedly, though.
Cute.
Ruggie Bucchi:
—Humans give food items to their prospective mate, particularly sweet items with either a heart-shape or a heart-shape container. To highlight their affections, the sweet items are often made by hand.
Ruggie had been avoiding you. It was clear as day.
The excited little "Morning, Kantokusei-kun!" whenever he saw you had turned into a chorus of excuses about Leona calling for him and whatnot. His constant visits to your room had all but vanished.
You were getting fed up with it. What did you do? Did you accidentally eat his donut or something?
It all came to a head when you bumped into Leona in the greenhouse.
"Hey, herbivore," he said. There was something almost unnerving about the calm in his voice, the way he scrutinized you like he was picking apart the very fiber of your being.
After a while, though, he laughed.
"Ruggie's got himself up in a twist over nothing," he said.
"Um, what?"
"You," he said. "Do you know," he trailed off. "What hyena beastmen do—"
"—When they find someone they want to mate?"
Where did this come from?
"The guys do this thing," he continued. "Step forward and step away. Then they cross their legs and present their scent."
Oh.
He'd crossed his legs, telling you to join him on the bed...
"Seem familiar?" Leona said, a languid grin. "Good. Now clear this whole thing up. Ruggie's being a pain."
You accidentally rejected him! Goddamnit!
Well, if he'd just been a little more clear, you wouldn't've-!
Whatever. You needed to make it clear you liked him back, you supposed.
And what did you do when you liked someone? Make them chocolates! Heart-shaped ones for good measure. Plus, Ruggie liked food gifts, so that seemed like something he'd appreciate.
So you got to it. Made your chocolates, and off to Savannaclaw you went.
You knocked on the door. Once. Twice. Thrice.
Maybe he wasn't there?
But no; you heard a muffled yelp, from none other than him.
He wanted to hide. Unfortunately for him, in the time of your friendship, you'd long since learned how to copy his lock-picking technique.
Hairpin in the lock. Another one to serve as a tension wrench. And with a little bit of fiddling...
The door was open. Ruggie was staring at you, eyes blown wide.
"Hey, uh, pal!" He said, opening the window. "It looks like Leona-san needs another tonkatsu sandwich, and-"
"I'm sorry," you said, rushing to block the window before he could jump out of it. Well, hopefully that wasn't actually what he was planning, but you could never be too sure. "I mean, you were being really really vague, so honestly it was kinda your fault, but I- you know-"
You sighed.
"Just take this," you said, shoving the box of chocolates in his hands. "This should tell you how I feel."
You didn't know how you expected Ruggie to respond, maybe eat the chocolates happily, maybe say something about the changed nature of your relationship—
But you didn't expect him to stare at the chocolate like it personally offended him.
"What's this supposed to mean?" He asked. "You tryin' to butter me up so I owe you later or somethin'?"
What. What was he talking about. What was going on in his head when he said that.
"They're- They're heart-shaped chocolates," you said. "Do you- not feel the same way anymore or something?"
Ruggie stared at you like you'd just said the sky was green.
"Heart-shaped-" he stared at the chocolates. "Wait, m so iss this like- uh- it could be- you givin' me your heart-"
You saw the moment the puzzle pieces clicked together in his head. He probably didn't have the completely right idea, but eh, good enough. His face went bright red.
"You, shishi, didn't have to- go all this way, y'know," he said. "Not that I'm conplainin'."
He popped one into his mouth, and you could tell he liked it from the way his face brightened.
"Good?" You asked, and he just shoved the uneaten half of the chocolate into your mouth in response, the imprint of his sharp canines clear as day.
You chewed for a few seconds. It really was good. But more importantly...
"That was an indirect kiss, y'know."
"Indi-what?"
"Indirect kiss. Your lips and my lips touched the same thing."
"Talk about weird," he said. "Sharin' food like that's completely normal!"
And then, popping another chocolate into his mouth, he continued:
"Can't you humans just sniff each other like any normal person?"
Floyd Leech:
—Humans will often use humorous expressions of desire with prospective mates in order to gauge interest. These are known as "pick-up lines".
Floyd had been avoiding you all week now. You had absolutely no clue what you did. Was he really that upset you'd told him to just be honest if he was bored with your rambling?
But still, the fact remained that he was avoidant, and just generally in an awful mood. Maybe something else had happened? Maybe it was just a mood?
Your question was answered when Jade cornered you after school, a toothy smile that most certainly didn't reach his eyes.
"I hear you've had quite the spat with my brother, Prefect," he said. "I understand that you may not return his feelings, but I would advise you to apologize for your harsh words. My brother is not, as you insinuate, the sort to court another so casually."
Wait.
Court?
"What do you mean, 'court'?" You asked. "I was talking, he started yawning, he asked me to dance out of nowhere, and then he got angry and left. Simple as that. Where do you see courting?"
The gear seemed to turn in his head for a while, before realization dawned upon him, mouth widening into a little 'o'.
"Prefect," he said. "Are you aware that moray eels open their mouths wide as a sign of desire?
"Huh?"
"When a moray eels sees a prospective mate," Jade re-iterated. "They open their mouths. And as a finalization, they perform a mating dance."
Mouth opened wide... Mating dance...
"Holy shit," you said. Jade just stared at you, still slightly threatening.
"You're telling me he was trying to tell me he liked me and I pretty much called him a fuckboy."
Jade nodded.
"Indeed, you did."
You could only sigh, long and low.
"Damnit."
"I do suggest you, ah, clear the air," Jade said, though his tone made it clear this was more of a demand. "Make it clear to him what I realized."
"Yeah, yeah." You still thought he should've just told you what he wanted.
Jade nodded, satisfied.
"Then I'll be leaving," he said. But before he left, he turned back, for just a split second.
"Prefect?"
"Yeah?"
"My brother and I both lack very little in terms of comfort," he said. "So I think you'll find that actions and words shall both speak louder than any bribes you attempt to bring."
And with that cryptically delivered piece of advice, Jade was gone.
You got to work. No point in making something, you recalled. Best to just bring yourself and your own sincerity.
Floyd was near impossible to track down. You really thought you deserved points just for doing that. He really put you through the wringer, after all.
"Floyd!" you said at last, trying your best to stay calm as he scowled. "I have something to say."
"I don't wanna hear it."
"You- You do!" You said. "Listen, I know you're annoyed because I called you a playboy, but have you ever considered-"
"Shut up."
"-That it was actually your fault for being really really vague while also managing to misunderstand me in the worst way possible?"
Floyd looked like he wanted to snap your neck. He also looked intrigued, though, which was a good sign.
"What're you saying?"
"I'm saying that I didn't know you were trying to tell me you liked me!" You said. "I mean, you looked like you were yawning, and I don't know jackshit about moray rituals, so what the hell was I supposed to think? All I know is—I'm talking, you're yawning, and suddenly you want to dance. Of course I'm going to think you're bored!"
Floyd stared at you for a few seconds.
And then he burst out laughing.
"F-Floyd?!"
"Eheh, you're so stupid sometimes, Koebi-chan!" Very nice. "But you've got some guts for a shrimpy. Maan, I remember why I like you so much now."
In an instant, he was back to his typical, lackadaisical mood.
"Use your head a little more next time, alright? I really thought you were trying to say I was some flaky little guppy," he said. You shook your head vehemently, pushing down your urge to tell him that he was the one being ridiculously vague.
"No, I know you're not like that, I mean- I like you too!" Now what. "Uh- Uh-"
"You know, Floyd," you said. "They say the tongue is the strongest muscle."
Now, he just looked confused.
"It's not. When it comes to strength by size, the masseter-"
"So," you said. "Wanna wrestle?"
He narrowed his eyes.
"Tongue-wrestling would be boring. Why're you even bringin' wrestling up right now? Lame."
Did- Did he seriously not get it?
"Our tongues should wrestle," you re-iterated. He shook his head.
"How'd you even do somethin' like that?" he asked. "Just, like, put your lips together-"
You didn't even have time to realize when it all clicked for him because he grabbed you.
"Changed my mind. I wanna tongue-wrestle with you, Koebi-Chan!"
"And you were calling me the oblivious one?"
Azul:
—Humans will often initiate contact between their lips and the lips of a prospective mate, a phenomenon known as "kissing". When done for an extended period of time, this is called "making out".
Azul did not act particularly different.
But you could tell he was upset. It was written all over the slight strain of his saccharine smile, the way he laid it on just a little bit too thick when he attempted to ingratiate himself to you, and the slight bags under his eyes—a sign he was overworking himself in an attempt to distract from his problems.
Yep. He was definitely upset.
And of course, inevitably, the twins cornered you.
"You did somethin' weird to Azul," Floyd said, glaring at you. "Fix it or I'll squeeze ya."
Jade snickered from behind him.
Of course. Welp, you had absolutely no clue what you did, sooo...
"Is this because I offered to take him to the Doctor's office when his arm kept changing color?" you asked. "Seriously, I knew he didn't like getting help, but- ugh, isn't that too far!"
"Why'd you do that?" Floyd said. "Man, Koebi-Chan really is mean, tellin' Azul he's sick for wantin' to make you his mate."
"What does changing color have to do with, uh, mates?"
Floyd looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or slap you.
"You do know a little octopus like Azul changes color because he wants to be your mate, right?"
...
That couldn't be. That just- it-
"Indeed," said Jade. "Octopi will also often grab their prospective mate from behind."
His arm was changing color. He'd grabbed you from behind.
"Goddamnit," you said. Couldn't he have been a little more specific?!
That was it. You were not dealing with this stupid misunderstanding any longer! This stupid, insanely intelligent, oblivious octopus was going to know you liked him!
You stomped away.
"Where're you going, Koebi-chan?"
"Oya, going somewhere, Perfect?"
"Clearing the air," you said. That seemed to be an answer they approved.
"Actions speak louder than wor-"
"I know."
You cut off Jade's attempt at delivering cryptic advice before storming over to the VIP Room. There was Azul, working on some contract or the like.
"Azul."
"You're not allowed to be in here, you know. There's quite a hefty fee."
"Azul."
"Yes?" He looked up, looking entirely unhappy to see you.
"I didn't realize that thing you were going last week was a part of octopus courtship, you know," you said. "You really should've told me."
"What are you-"
"Let me show you a human courtship ritual to set things straight."
And you kissed him. It was not the sort of kiss that I initiated fireworks, nor was it anything like the novels you'd read. In fact, it was an exceptionally awkward kiss, because Azul was an awful kisser. You didn't entirely mind, though, it was cute.
You both had to pull away because Azul was out of breath, gasping and wheezing like he'd been made to run a mile for P.E.
"Does that make my feelings clear?" You said. He just huffed, looking firmly at his contract.
"I- suppose we can work something out..." He muttered, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Why don't you take a seat?"
The offer seemed simple, but the truth of it was clear.
He was considering that relationship.
So you sat, enjoying the contented silence and the resolved misunderstanding. But there was one thing you had to get off your chest.
"You know, it's insane how bad you suck at kissing."
in which, your relationship with the twst boys is described as a season…
弹簧 — SPRING ˀˀ [ FRESH, BLOOMING ]
ʚĭɞ ׅ Affection arrives gently , like the first signs of Spring.
love with DEUCE SPADE is like watching a flower fight its way through the last of winter’s frost — clumsy at first, a little uneven, but determined to bloom regardless of the odds. His affection is a quiet thing that builds slowly, stumbling forward in fits and starts, much like him. Every confession, every touch of his hand, feels heavy with meaning because he has no idea how to take these steps with grace. But that is precisely what makes it beautiful. With Deuce, spring love is full of “firsts”: first shy glances that leave him red-faced, first hesitant brushes of his fingers against yours, first promises spoken too quickly but meant with all his heart. His sincerity has no room for games or hesitation — when he gives you his heart, it is whole and unpolished, clutched in both hands and offered with every ounce of trust he can muster. It is a love that grows with you, not ahead of you. He does not always have the right words, nor the smooth gestures of others, but he learns. For you, he will stumble forward, pick himself up, and try again. Loving Deuce is like standing in a meadow of newly blooming flowers: fragile, tender, but overflowing with hope. It is not perfect, but it is pure — and in its honesty, it is unshakably precious.
love with KALIM AL-ASIM is radiant and boundless, like the first day of spring when the world bursts alive in color and song. His affection is not something that creeps quietly — it arrives all at once, like sunlight pouring into a room and banishing every shadow. With Kalim, love is warm, open-armed, and endlessly giving, the kind that sweeps you up and makes you forget that loneliness ever existed. There is no hesitation in him; he wears his heart on his sleeve and delights in letting you know just how much you mean to him. Expect laughter echoing in wide, golden spaces, the thrill of spontaneous adventures, and gifts that are given not for grandeur, but because he simply thought of you and wanted you to smile. His joy is infectious, his devotion unconditional — he does not love in halves. And yet, beneath the bright, bubbling surface, there is something even more precious: the quiet way his eyes linger on you, full of trust and an unshakable certainty that you are his safe place. He does not fear the vulnerability that comes with love — he embraces it, celebrates it, and teaches you to do the same. With Kalim, spring love is eternal morning: the thrill of new beginnings, the warmth of being cherished, and the promise that even in the heaviest rains, he will find a way to bring you sunshine. His love is abundance itself — not measured, not rationed, but given freely, endlessly, because in his heart, you are his brightest bloom.
love with EPEL FELMIER is like standing in an orchard just as the blossoms begin to bloom — fresh, lively, and tinged with a sweetness that lingers long after. His affection carries both the eagerness of youth and the determination of someone who refuses to be underestimated. Loving him is like witnessing the delicate balance between tenderness and pride, vulnerability and strength. Epel doesn’t always know the right way to express himself; sometimes his words come out rougher than he intends, sometimes his gestures clumsy or defensive. But underneath the bravado, there is a boy who wants desperately to be seen — not as fragile, not as replaceable, but as someone worth choosing, worth staying beside. With you, he finds the courage to lower his guard, to let his softer self peek through, like shy petals curling open beneath sunlight. His love is fiercely protective, though he’ll deny it if teased. He wants to be the one to shield you, to stand tall, even if he hasn’t fully grown into the strength he imagines. Yet what makes his affection beautiful is not his striving for toughness, but the way he allows you to see the gentleness he hides from the rest of the world. The laughter you share, the quiet moments of vulnerability — these are his treasures, more precious than any proof of his pride. With Epel, spring love is restless and sincere, full of energy that sometimes trips over itself but never falters in intent. It is the promise of new growth, the thrill of change, and the quiet beauty of blossoms braving the wind. His love reminds you that even the smallest bloom can grow into something strong and steadfast, and that in his orchard of devotion, you are the apple he’ll never let fall.
love with SILVER is serene, like the stillness of dawn when the world is just beginning to wake. His affection blooms quietly, never demanding attention, but rather unfolding with the kind of natural grace that makes you feel as though it was always meant to be. Loving him is like finding peace beneath cherry blossoms drifting on the breeze, a love that is soft, steady, and infinitely patient. Silver does not need grand gestures or dramatic words to express what he feels. Instead, his devotion shows itself in gentle touches, in the way he watches over you when you’re tired, in the soft murmur of your name as if speaking it aloud is an honor. He listens, truly listens, and each moment spent by your side is cherished as though it were the most precious treasure in the world. There is a timeless quality to his love — an unhurried rhythm that reminds you to breathe, to savor, to rest. With him, there is no pressure to perform or pretend; you are free to simply exist, knowing he will be there with quiet strength and unwavering loyalty. His affection is the kind that lingers like the scent of blooming flowers, delicate yet enduring. With Silver, spring love is a gentle awakening. It is the steady beat of a heart that chooses you, again and again, not with fanfare, but with the simplicity of truth. In his arms, the chaos of the world melts away, leaving only the reassurance that no matter how fleeting the seasons may feel, his devotion will remain constant — like blossoms returning each year without fail.
夏天 — SUMMER ˀˀ [ PASSIONATE, BOLD ]
ʚĭɞ ׅ Affection strikes hot, sudden as a midsummer storm.
love with ACE TRAPPOLA is like a summer afternoon that sneaks up on you — loud, a little chaotic, but unexpectedly golden when you least expect it. His affection doesn’t come in soft whispers or shy glances; it crashes into you like a cannonball into a pool, all teasing grins and eyes that dare you to keep up. At first, it might feel like a game — one where he’s always one step ahead, always ready with a smirk or a joke to throw you off balance. But underneath the mischief, there’s a loyalty that runs hot and deep, like the sun beating down on your back while you run full-speed toward something real. With Ace, summer love is a whirlwind: playful arguments that end in laughter, spontaneous adventures with no set destination, and that one look he gives you when he thinks you’re not watching — the one that says he’s already in way deeper than he lets on. He doesn’t hand his heart over easily, but when he does, it’s the real deal — a little reckless, a little messy, but completely, unapologetically his. He’ll tease you mercilessly, but he’ll be the first to defend you, to show up when you need him, to be there even when the fun is over. There’s heat in the way he loves — not just passion, but fire. It crackles in the tension between your fingers just before they touch, in the laughter that echoes long after the joke has faded. With Ace, love is not still or serene. It moves, it burns, it dares you to chase it. But in those quiet moments — when the games pause, when his hand lingers in yours just a beat too long — you realize something: behind the bravado is a boy who’s afraid of losing something real. Loving Ace is like chasing the sun — wild, radiant, impossible to hold onto without getting burned. But oh, how worth it is to feel that warmth, to know that even in the chaos, you’re the one he always circles back to.
love with CATER DIAMOND is like the golden hour of a summer evening — glowing, fleeting, and almost too beautiful to be real. At first, it feels like a dream, all filtered smiles and playful snapshots, like you’ve stepped into one of his picture-perfect stories. With Cater, love is vibrant and full of movement: spontaneous road trips to nowhere, laughter echoing under string lights, late-night heart-to-hearts set to a playlist he made just for you. He’s the type to sweep you off your feet with charm so effortless you almost miss the way his hands tremble ever so slightly when they touch yours. He gives affection in flashes — a wink here, a surprise gift there, an “omg you’re the cutest” tossed like confetti — but behind the sparkle, there’s depth most never get to see. Because Cater doesn’t just love the moment — he loves you, even when the moment fades. He knows how to curate happiness, to make life feel like a highlight reel, but with you, he longs for something unfiltered. Something real. His heart, usually hidden behind hashtags and emojis, starts to peek through — in quiet glances, in the way he remembers the smallest things about you, in the silence he lets exist between you because, for once, he doesn’t feel the need to fill it. With Cater, summer love is both a party and the quiet walk home after — exhilarating, yes, but also unexpectedly intimate. He’ll make you feel seen in ways no one else has, not just with his eyes, but with his whole being — because when he’s with you, he’s not performing. He’s present. And once he lets you past the filters and the edits, you’ll see the truth: that Cater Diamond is aching to be loved for who he is, not just who he pretends to be. With him, love is dazzling but delicate, like sunlight through stained glass — colorful, radiant, and refracting more than you’d expect. Summer with Cater is more than a season — it’s a feeling, a warmth that lingers on your skin, in your heart, long after the sun goes down.
love with FLOYD LEECH is like swimming in the ocean during a heatwave — thrilling, unpredictable, and just a little bit dangerous. It crashes into you without warning, drags you under and spins you around, but never lets you drown. Being loved by Floyd is an experience — all-consuming, chaotic, and unlike anything you’ve ever known. One minute he’s clinging to you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded, the next he’s drifting away with a lazy smirk, daring you to chase him. His affection comes in waves: wild laughter, bone-crushing hugs, sharp teeth brushing your skin in playful threats that make your heart race. He’s intense, always, but never boring — summer love with Floyd is adrenaline, the kind that keeps you on your toes and makes your pulse dance beneath your skin. He doesn’t follow rules — not in life, and certainly not in love. He’ll show up at your window at 3 a.m. just because he missed your voice, or drag you into the ocean fully clothed because the water “looked fun with you in it.” It’s impulsive, unfiltered, and impossibly alive. But buried beneath all the teasing and mood swings is something quieter — something vulnerable. When Floyd loves you, really loves you, it isn’t just fun and games. His possessiveness sharpens, his eyes soften when you’re not looking, and his laughter quiets into hums as he rests his head on your shoulder and murmurs, “Don’t go.” He doesn’t say why — he doesn’t need to. The way he holds you tighter than usual says everything. With Floyd, summer love is fierce, a storm dressed in sunshine — blistering in its highs, sudden in its lows, but always, always real. It tests your limits, asks you to keep up, to adapt, to feel as deeply as he does. But for those who don’t fear the tides, who are willing to dive into the deep end, his love is breathtaking. It’s freedom and fire, salt-kissed and soul-deep — the kind of love that leaves a mark. You don’t come out of it unchanged — and neither does he.
love with ROOK HUNT is like wandering through a sun-dappled forest in midsummer — enchanting, intense, and filled with moments that make you pause and wonder if you’ve stepped into a dream. With Rook, love is an art form, a poem always in progress, a chase that never truly ends — not because he refuses to be caught, but because the joy is in the pursuit, the fascination, the knowing. His affection is unrelenting in its passion, burning bright like sunlight through leaves, warm and golden and just a little too much if you stare at it for too long. Every glance from him feels like being seen through and through — not just noticed, but understood, down to your very soul. To be loved by Rook is to become his muse, his obsession — but not in a way that consumes you. Rather, he lifts you up like a marvel, like a secret he’s thrilled to have discovered. He’ll whisper sonnets against your skin, call you très magnifique when you’re half-asleep, memorize the way your lips move when you smile and compare it to the curve of a summer moon. But behind the florid words and theatrical flair is sincerity so sharp it stings. He is not simply charming — he is devoted. Every affectionate nickname, every poetic metaphor, is rooted in a genuine, unwavering adoration that runs deeper than most can fathom. Yet summer love with Rook is not idle or languid — it’s active, alive, pulsing with energy. He will pull you into midnight adventures, declare a spontaneous picnic under the stars, or chase after fireflies just to see them reflected in your eyes. And all the while, he watches you like you’re the most captivating mystery he’s ever had the honor to unravel — not to solve, but to admire forever in its complexity. With Rook, love is a wild, golden thing: part hunt, part hymn, always intense. It’s the kind of summer that hums with life, where every breeze carries your name and every moment feels like it was made just for you. It may leave you breathless, overwhelmed, known — but never unloved. For once you are his, he treasures you like the most beautiful secret nature ever revealed.
love with SEBEK ZIGVOLT is like standing beneath the noonday sun at full blaze — intense, unyielding, and impossible to ignore. There’s no such thing as subtlety when it comes to Sebek’s affection. It arrives like a declaration, shouted at full volume and backed by unwavering conviction. He doesn’t flirt — he announces. He doesn’t pine — he pledges. Loving you is a mission, a duty, a sacred oath he has assigned himself with all the gravity of a knight sworn to their sovereign. And yet, despite the thunder of his words and the stiff posture of his pride, his love is… earnest. So painfully, wonderfully earnest. He worries over you like the sun worries the fields — not knowing how to soften his rays, but always shining with purpose. He scolds you for walking in the rain without a coat, then stands guard outside your door to ensure you rest properly. He calls your name in frustration, then says it again, quieter — like he’s still not used to how it feels leaving his mouth in a moment of peace. Sebek may not understand how to express tenderness, but his devotion seeps into every action. You’ll find it in the way he listens (even when he pretends he’s not), in the way his hand hovers near yours, in the silence that falls when he looks at you and forgets what he was about to yell. You are, to him, something extraordinary — not because he thinks you’re fragile, but because he sees strength in you that others overlook. He admires you with all the fire of a midsummer sky: loud, blazing, but breathtaking if you dare to look directly at it. And when he learns to temper that heat — not diminish it, but refine it — you’ll discover a kind of love that’s steadfast and proud, the kind that doesn’t just protect, but believes in you. He won’t always say the right thing. He may embarrass you in public. But Sebek’s love is the kind that would march across the world barefoot if it meant making you smile — and he’d do it loudly, so everyone knew why.
秋 — AUTUMN ˀˀ [ WARM, REFLECTIVE ]
ʚĭɞ ׅ Affection falls gently, inevitable as the turning leaves.
love with RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS is like the turning of autumn leaves — crisp, vivid, and deliberate in its change. It doesn’t come all at once. It unfolds in quiet, careful moments, each one measured, each one meaningful. Riddle is not reckless with his heart. In fact, he’s spent most of his life locking it behind rules and rituals, believing that love — like everything else — must be earned through order and perfection. But then there’s you, and you don’t fit neatly into any of his carefully drawn lines. He doesn’t know how to handle it at first. The way your laughter pulls him off course. The way your presence feels less like a distraction and more like a question he suddenly wants to answer. So he tries to love you properly — with scheduled study dates, handwritten notes, and an overabundance of reminders to “stay hydrated.” But beneath the formal gestures is something softer, something unspoken: a boy who is learning how to make space in his life for chaos, and finding that your chaos feels a lot like freedom. You’ll notice the changes before he does. The way he stops correcting your every misstep. The way his hand lingers at your back when guiding you through a crowd. The way his scolding turns gentle when it’s only the two of you, voice dropping as if afraid to hurt something delicate. Loving Riddle is watching someone relearn the meaning of softness — not as weakness, but as choice. As strength. And when he finally lets go of the rules he once held like armor, what’s left is devotion in its purest form: steady, fierce, and utterly unshakable. Autumn love with Riddle is more than change — it’s growth. It’s the first leaf that dares to fall. The warmth in the air before winter arrives. The quiet promise that even after the coldest seasons, there will always be color.
love with TREY CLOVER is like warm bread just out of the oven on a chilly fall morning — comforting, familiar, and far more tender than it seems at first glance. It’s not loud, it’s not flashy, and it’s never in a rush. Trey’s affection doesn’t announce itself — it simply is, present in the small moments that most people overlook. A jacket slipped over your shoulders before you realize you’re cold. A hand at your lower back guiding you through a crowd. A slice of your favorite dessert appearing before you even ask. He’s observant like that — not because he’s trying to impress you, but because he cares, and he shows that care through steady, quiet consistency. Being with Trey is realizing that love doesn’t always come with fireworks — sometimes, it arrives in the scent of cinnamon, the warmth of laughter shared over tea, the way his eyes linger just a second longer when you talk about something that excites you. He won’t always say what he feels outright — not because he doesn’t feel deeply, but because he believes love should be shown more than spoken. Still, when he does say it — when he finally lets those words slip past his usually calm smile — they mean something. They’re solid. Real. Trey’s love is mature, steady, and patient — but never dull. He’s full of little surprises, subtle mischief tucked behind that easy smile. And every now and then, he’ll take your hand and remind you that even the most grounded hearts can still steal a breathless moment or two. Autumn love with Trey is the kind that stays with you — not because it demands to, but because it knows how to belong. It’s the warmth you didn’t know you needed until you had it, and the calm that lingers long after the storm has passed.
love with LEONA KINGSCHOLAR is like the first cold wind of fall cutting through the heat of summer — sharp, unexpected, and impossible to ignore. It’s not easy. In fact, loving Leona can feel like a losing battle at times, all growls and dismissive glances and a refusal to call what you have anything but a hassle. But that’s only the surface — and if you stay long enough to weather the storm beneath his lazy exterior, you’ll find something raw, something aching to be held. He pushes you away before you can reach too close, because deep down, he doesn’t believe he’s worth holding onto. He’s been passed over too many times, heard too many empty promises. So when he starts letting you in — slowly, grudgingly, and always with a sarcastic remark — it’s not out of convenience. It’s trust. Real, reluctant, fiercely protected trust. You’ll feel it in the way he lets your presence soften the hard edges of his silence. In the way he starts sleeping just a little lighter when you’re not around. In the way his tail flicks toward you — barely noticeable — when he’s pretending not to care. His affection is dry, biting, sometimes exasperating — but it’s real. It’s the way he remembers the things that bother you even when he pretends not to listen. The way he watches you from across the room with eyes that say more than his mouth ever will. Leona doesn’t offer love like a gift — he makes you earn it. But once it’s yours, it’s fiercely loyal, utterly consuming, and fiercely protected. Autumn love with Leona is jagged and golden — full of brittle truths and quiet sacrifices he’ll never speak aloud. It’s lying beneath a canopy of dying leaves and knowing that even decay can be beautiful if it means making space for something new.
love with RUGGIE BUCCHI is like the golden light of late autumn afternoons — warm, unexpected, and gone before you realize how much you needed it. It sneaks up on you, gentle at first, like the rustle of leaves beneath worn sneakers or the soft laughter echoing down cobbled alleyways. Ruggie doesn’t announce his feelings. He slips them into your life the way he slips through crowds — quiet, clever, and always with a grin that means more than it lets on. His affection is easy to miss if you’re not paying attention, tucked between teasing remarks and casual touches, but it’s there. In the way he always saves the last bite of food for you. In the way he notices when you’re tired before you even say a word. In the way he offers comfort not with grand gestures, but with presence — unwavering and familiar, like your favorite hoodie on a chilly day. He’s not the type to shower you with flowery words or sweeping romance. That’s just not how he works. But make no mistake — when Ruggie loves, he does so with every ounce of his sharp, resourceful heart. He’s spent too long scraping by to waste anything, least of all something as precious as love. So when he gives it to you, it’s deliberate. Earned. Real. There’s a certain magic to it, the way he makes you feel like home even in the most chaotic moments. With Ruggie, autumn love is laughter shared over stolen snacks, sleepy mornings tangled under threadbare blankets, whispered dreams traded like secrets in the quiet hours. It’s the steady hand that finds yours when the wind picks up. The voice that jokes to hide how much he’s afraid of losing what he’s finally found. And though he hides behind that sly smile and too-cool-to-care swagger, you’ll catch glimpses — raw, fleeting, but unmistakable — of just how deeply he feels. The way his voice softens when he says your name. The way his eyes linger just a second longer when he thinks you’re not looking. Ruggie may be used to going without, but with you, he wants more. Not riches or fame — just the simple, quiet kind of happiness he never thought he’d get to have. Loving him is like chasing the last light of fall: sometimes elusive, sometimes frustrating, but achingly worth it. Because when Ruggie lets you into his world, you realize — he doesn’t just love you. He trusts you. And for someone like him, that’s everything. Autumn love with Ruggie is a stolen moment that lingers, long after the leaves have fallen. Fleeting, maybe — but unforgettable.
love with JACK HOWL is like the quiet strength of a late autumn wind — steady, grounding, and far more gentle than it first appears. It’s not a whirlwind, not a firestorm. It’s the kind of love that takes its time, that waits for the leaves to fall naturally, one by one, and learns to cherish each small change as it comes. Jack doesn’t rush into anything, least of all something as important as love. He’s careful with his heart, not because he’s unsure of what he feels, but because he respects what it means to feel it. He approaches you the same way he approaches everything that matters: with quiet determination, honest intentions, and a sense of loyalty that refuses to waver. At first, it might not look like romance at all. It’s in the way he carries your bag without asking. The way he positions himself between you and a passing crowd. The way he remembers every little thing you say, even when you think he’s not listening. His love speaks through action long before it ever finds its way into words — and even then, his words come slow and a little clumsy, as if he’s worried they might come out wrong. But when he says them, he means them with everything he is. There’s nothing half-hearted about Jack. Once you have his heart, you have all of it. With Jack, autumn love is about the long walks in chilled twilight, when the air smells like earth and fading sunlight, and the silence between you feels more like comfort than emptiness. It’s the security of knowing someone’s always got your back — not because he thinks you can’t stand on your own, but because he knows life is easier when someone stands beside you. He won’t make a scene. He won’t try to sweep you off your feet. But when your hands brush and he lets his linger, when he meets your gaze and doesn’t look away — you’ll know. He’s already yours. There is something unshakably safe about being loved by Jack Howl. Not safe as in boring — safe as in solid. As in real. It’s a love that grows like the changing season: slow, beautiful, and certain. You may not even notice the moment it begins to bloom, but one day, you’ll look around and realize how much brighter the world feels with him in it. He doesn’t promise you forever with flashy words — he shows it, every day, in everything he does.
love with JAMIL VIPER is like the hush of autumn twilight — subtle, smoldering, and layered with things left unsaid. It doesn’t blaze like summer or bloom like spring; it simmers beneath the surface, a warmth that builds slowly, intentionally, until you realize it’s been wrapping itself around you all along. Jamil is cautious with his heart — not because he doesn’t feel deeply, but because he feels too deeply, and has spent most of his life hiding that truth behind perfect control. To love him is to witness the careful unraveling of someone who’s never been allowed to want things just for himself. He doesn’t fall easily — he calculates, hesitates, overthinks. But even in the early days, when he’s still holding back, you’ll see it. In the way he watches you when you speak, quiet and observant. In the way he remembers the little things, even if he pretends not to care. In the way he makes your favorite dish without asking, setting it down with a shrug and averted eyes. These are the moments where his affection slips through — quiet, unspoken, but impossible to miss if you know how to look. Jamil’s love is deliberate. Not flashy, not loud — but purposeful. Every glance held a second too long, every word carefully chosen, every accidental touch that lingers just a heartbeat more than necessary. He’s not the type to shout about how much you mean to him. But he’ll take your hand when no one’s looking. He’ll wait up for you, even when he pretends he just happened to still be awake. He’ll share pieces of himself slowly, like secrets he’s afraid you’ll turn away from — and when you don’t, when you stay, that’s when you see the real Jamil. The soft, unguarded one beneath all the layers of composure and restraint. And make no mistake — he will protect you fiercely. Not with loud declarations or flashy heroics, but with a quiet, constant presence. You’ll never have to ask if he’s there. He just will be. Autumn love with Jamil is like walking through a dusk-colored world where everything is just beginning to glow. It’s a love that deepens over time, not all at once — but when it roots itself, it does so with unshakable depth. Because once he chooses you, truly chooses you, that loyalty runs deeper than words. He may never be the easiest to read, but you’ll never doubt how much he feels. Not when his love is in every detail, every glance, every breath he takes when you’re near.
love with LILIA VANROUGE is like the last breath of autumn — fleeting and eternal all at once, a dance between dusk and memory. It arrives unexpectedly, like wind shaking loose the trees, rustling something old and powerful inside you. Loving Lilia is like stepping into a story already in progress, one he’s been writing for centuries with laughter, loss, and everything in between. You are not his first love — and he won’t pretend otherwise — but the way he looks at you? Like you are the most alive thing in his entire, timeless world? That is real. That is now. He flirts like it’s second nature — playful, teasing, almost too easy. But beneath the jokes, beneath the mischievous smiles and dramatic declarations, there’s something older. Quieter. Something watching. Because Lilia notices everything. The way your hands tremble when you’re nervous. The things you don’t say when you’re tired. The thoughts you try to hide behind brave smiles. And in those moments, he shifts. The humor softens. His gaze lingers. The ancient stillness in him leans closer — not to consume you, but to understand. His love doesn’t follow a path. It meanders like falling leaves on a breeze, carrying you from laughter to silence, from playful banter to strangely tender moments that feel like they’re echoing from another life. One moment, he’s stealing your dessert and teasing you relentlessly — the next, he’s cradling your hand like it’s made of glass, as if to touch you too roughly might shatter something sacred. There is a balance in him, between shadow and warmth, wisdom and chaos. And his love — his true love — exists in the space between. To be loved by Lilia is to be remembered. Truly, deeply, in a way that survives the turning of seasons and the slow creep of time. He will not always be easy to understand. He is too old, too layered, too fond of letting others underestimate just how deeply he feels. But he will show you. In lullabies sung low when you can’t sleep. In the way he always positions himself at your back, watching where you can’t. In the softness of his voice when it’s just the two of you, and there’s no one left to perform for.
冬 — WINTER ˀˀ [ ENDURING, ETERNAL ]
ʚĭɞ ׅ Affection rests steady, unyielding as ice under moonlight.
love with AZUL ASHENGROTTO is like the first frost settling quietly over still water — pristine, deliberate, and far more fragile than it appears. There is elegance to it, a kind of composed beauty that makes you hesitate to touch for fear of leaving a mark. Azul has spent years building up his defenses — walls of glass and ink, contracts and charm — each one carefully placed to keep others at a distance. Love, to him, is not just vulnerable. It’s dangerous. Risky. A gamble he’s spent his entire life too afraid to lose. And yet, with you… he begins to wonder what it would be like to stop playing defense. He doesn’t fall easily. His affection reveals itself in small, calculated increments — a sudden generosity with his time, a rare moment of honesty, a gaze that lingers just a little too long. His compliments are laced with elegance, but when they concern you, there’s a slight tremble beneath the polish — like he’s still not sure if saying how he feels will cause everything he’s built to collapse. He’ll deny his heart at first, maybe even scoff at the idea of being “soft.” But then he’s adjusting his glasses to avoid your eyes. Then he’s stammering when you compliment him. Then he’s rearranging his schedule just to cross paths with you — and calling it coincidence. Azul’s love is not flashy, nor is it rushed. It is deliberate, like every word he speaks, like every plan he crafts. He studies your needs before you even voice them. Learns the rhythm of your day. Remembers every detail you offer him — not for leverage, but because to him, nothing about you is forgettable. There is a deep yearning beneath the surface, one he doesn’t quite know how to tame. It shows itself in moments he can’t plan for: when he clutches your hand a little too tightly, or when his usual composure breaks just enough to show you how much he truly fears losing what you share. Winter love with Azul is slow and intense, like snow gathering quietly on the windowsill. It demands patience. It asks you to read between the lines, to hear the meaning behind his hesitant words, to see the ache behind his pride. But if you stay — if you prove to him that he is not a transaction, not a deal to be struck or a favor to be earned — he will open in ways he never has before. He will protect you with every resource he has. He will treasure your trust like it’s the rarest pearl in the sea.
love with JADE LEECH is like wandering through a snow-covered forest — serene, mysterious, and full of quiet, hidden depths. Nothing with Jade is ever exactly as it seems. His love isn’t loud, nor is it easily understood. It unfolds slowly, in hushed tones and sidelong glances, like frost forming intricate patterns on glass — deliberate, beautiful, and impossible to replicate. With him, winter is not cold — it’s still. Reflective. Intimate. The kind of season where silence carries meaning and even the smallest gestures echo like snowfall. He doesn’t offer his heart with fanfare. In fact, you might not notice it at first. Jade is a master of restraint, of holding his cards close — testing, watching, waiting. He approaches love the way one might approach a rare, delicate bloom: with fascination, with patience, and with the knowledge that rushing could ruin everything. And yet, when it comes to you, something shifts. His smiles soften. His words—still laced with mischief—gain a quiet sincerity. The sharp edges dull, just slightly, like icicles melting in the sun. You’ll know he’s falling not when he tells you — but when he begins to show you. In the way he remembers the things that bring you comfort. In the quiet cups of tea he makes without asking. In the way he stands just a little closer when he senses you’re uneasy, not quite touching, but always there. His affection is a collection of details, of carefully chosen moments: a hand at your lower back as he guides you through a crowd, a thoughtful gift left without explanation, a look that lingers too long and says far more than words ever could. But don’t mistake subtlety for a lack of passion. Beneath that composed exterior lies something far more intense — a quiet, possessive devotion that burns cold and bright. If you are someone he allows into his inner world, it means he has decided, in no uncertain terms, that you are worthy of being kept close. And Jade keeps what he values very close. Winter love with Jade is a slow descent into something profound. It doesn’t crash into you — it wraps around you, inch by inch, until you’re cocooned in it completely. Until the quiet becomes comforting. Until his silences feel like safety. Until his gaze, sharp and all-seeing, feels like home. He will not give you every piece of himself all at once. But the pieces he does offer are priceless — and once given, they are never taken back.
love with VIL SCHOENHEIT is like standing beneath a glassy winter sky — breathtaking, sharp, and achingly precise. It is beautiful in the way that freshly fallen snow is beautiful: untouched, deliberate, and almost too perfect to disturb. With Vil, love is not a careless thing. It is sculpted, refined, chosen. He does not fall in love without intention — and he certainly doesn’t give his heart away to just anyone. No, with Vil, love is earned. But once it is yours, it is nothing short of radiant. He approaches affection like he approaches everything else: with discipline, with elegance, and with impossibly high standards. You might think he’s keeping you at a distance, holding you at arm’s length behind layers of polish and poise. And in some ways, he is. Vil is not quick to trust. He has been judged, envied, adored, and misunderstood too many times to offer vulnerability lightly. But if you look closely, you’ll see the cracks in his perfection — the way his hand hesitates before reaching for yours, the way his voice softens when he says your name like it’s a secret, just for him. Loving Vil means learning to read the quiet beneath the glamour. It’s the way he notices when you’re tired before you say a word. The way he picks out your favorite tea before you even knew you needed it. The way he brushes lint off your jacket with a frown that’s more tender than annoyed. He doesn’t love loudly — he loves intentionally. Everything he gives, he gives with purpose. Because to him, love isn’t something fleeting or casual. It is sacred. It is serious. But winter love is not without its chill. Vil can be harsh in his honesty, cutting in his critiques — not out of cruelty, but out of care. He believes in the best version of you, and he expects you to chase it, just as he chases his own. He will push you. Challenge you. Not because he doesn’t accept you as you are, but because he sees your potential — and wants the world to see it, too. It can be difficult, at times, to bear the weight of being seen so clearly. But it’s also a gift. Because when Vil sees you, truly sees you, he does not look away. Winter love with Vil is like wearing couture in a snowstorm: stunning, precise, and impossible to forget. It demands effort. It demands presence. But in return, you are loved with a kind of unwavering grace that few ever get to experience. You are chosen, intentionally, every single day. And in the quiet hours, when the mirrors are turned away and the world’s gaze has softened, he will let the mask slip. He will touch your cheek with reverence. He will speak your name like a prayer. And you will understand — beneath the glamour and the standards and the frost, Vil’s love burns with the steady heat of a star that refuses to dim.
love with IDIA SHROUD is like watching snowfall through a window at midnight — quiet, private, and almost too intimate to put into words. It doesn’t come with grand gestures or sweeping declarations. It arrives in fragments: in the soft glow of a screen shared between you, in a hoodie tossed your way because “you looked cold,” in a late-night message sent when he’s too nervous to say what he really means out loud. Loving Idia is not loud. It is hidden in the shadows, in the spaces between words, in the silence that means everything. He doesn’t flirt — he panics. He doesn’t confess — he short-circuits. The very idea of romance terrifies him, not because he doesn’t want it, but because he does — so badly, so deeply, it makes him feel like he’s glitching from the inside out. He’s convinced he’ll mess it up. That he’s too much, or worse, not enough. And yet, you keep showing up. You don’t turn away from the awkwardness. You don’t flinch at the weird. And little by little, something incredible happens: he begins to believe that maybe, just maybe, he’s allowed to want this. You’ll recognize his love in the way he curates playlists for you, even if he never admits what the songs mean. In the way he opens up his world — the one he never shows anyone — and lets you sit beside him in the quiet. In the way his voice gets softer when you talk about your dreams, like he’s memorizing every word. He won’t always look you in the eye when he says he cares. But he’ll say it in his own language: in game lore references, in custom avatars, in snacks left by your door after a rough day. Winter love with Idia is cautious, yes — but it’s also constant. He doesn’t fall easily, but once he does, he’s in it completely. His loyalty is absolute. His care is relentless in its own quiet way. You’ll notice how he starts logging off a little earlier just to hear about your day. How he lets you into spaces that once felt like a fortress. How his silences are no longer walls, but places of peace — because with you, he no longer has to perform. And one night, maybe, when the lights are low and his voice is barely above a whisper, he’ll say it: “I never thought someone like you could love someone like me.” And in that moment, you’ll know — not just that he loves you, but how much it means that he let himself. Winter love with Idia is fragile, yes — but not weak. It’s strong in the way icicles are: sharp, beautiful, and formed in the coldest places. It’s the warmth of a monitor’s glow in a pitch-black room. It’s two hands brushing in the dark and not pulling away. It’s learning that love doesn’t have to be loud to be life-changing.
love with MALLEUS DRACONIA is like the hush of a snow-covered world beneath a midnight sky — vast, ancient, and achingly still. It is not the winter of harsh winds or biting frost, but the kind that silences all else, demanding reverence with its beauty. To love Malleus is to step into a cathedral of stars, where time slows and every heartbeat echoes like a prayer. His affection does not burn fast. It lingers, settling over you like snowfall — quiet, patient, and impossible to ignore once it’s there. You won’t notice the moment it begins. He won’t proclaim it with grand gestures or dramatic confessions. No, his love comes in the stillness between words, in the way his gaze lingers too long on your silhouette, in the way the night always seems to stretch a little longer when he’s near. For one who has known centuries of solitude, every moment shared with you is a miracle he does not take lightly. With Malleus, love is laced with awe. Not because he sees you as fragile, but because he sees you as new — something unshaped by the patterns of the world he’s long since memorized. You are a question he does not yet have an answer to, and that wonder pulls him toward you like a lodestar in a sky he thought he had already mapped. He learns your rhythms the way one learns to read constellations: slowly, reverently, afraid to miss a single detail. In return, he offers you glimpses of himself that no one else has seen — not the prince, not the dragon, but the man who stares at the moon and wonders if you’re thinking of him too. There is a weight to his love, but never a burden. It is the kind of devotion that waits centuries without complaint. The kind that stands guard through every storm, not asking for warmth but offering it. He does not rush to claim you. Instead, he circles you like a great, winged shadow — watching, protecting, hoping. When he speaks of forever, he means it in ways few can truly grasp. And when he calls you mine, it is not with possessiveness, but with a sacred kind of trust — as if naming you is the same as placing his heart in your hands. Loving Malleus is like walking through a winter forest untouched by time — breathtaking, solemn, infinite. It is the crackle of magic in the cold air, the stillness before a snowfall, the promise of light in the longest night. It does not melt easily. It does not fade with the season. It endures, carved in frost and moonlight. And once you are his, you are written into the very fabric of his eternity — not as a fleeting warmth, but as the one bright flame that made the endless winter feel like home.
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yes, ik i flip flopped around with the paragraph formats and they are veeery inconsistent..apologies and tears 💔.
if ur wondering how i got this out so quickly, i was alr working on this and this at the same time
Floyd Leech x reader, Jade Leech x reader (all the characters are 18+)
I love the twins way too much. And I love horror that involves the sea (even though I’m terrified of deep and dark water). Twisted Wonderland requests are open!
Masterlist
Warnings: NSFW, non-con, yandere, cunnilingus, fingering, female reader, dacryphilia, mermen, the Tweels are in their mermen form, the twins are really horrible
Word count: 2522
Something had been watching you from the water for a while. Due to the heavy fog that rested over the sea in front of you, it was difficult to properly scan your surroundings. What you were sure off however, was that two pair of mismatched eyes were staring at you. Your every senses were on heightened alert and your heart was hammering against your ribs. Your small wooden boat creaked as yet another wave came your direction. You tightened the hold on your fishing rod as you reeled in the line. Yet another trip had become fruitless. You didn’t look forward to return back home empty handed, but the clouds had turned a dark hue and you could feel the approaching storm.
A heavy gust of wind rustled your hair and the boat rocked from side to side. You let your eyes drift to the water. The eyes hadn’t moved a centimetre. Your grandfather often told you old tales of monsters that lurked beneath the surface. You had for the most part thought he was just telling your old fairytales, but some stories stuck with your more. It was said that merpeople resided in the sea. Some didn’t believe it and some did. You found the tales fascinating, but after not haven seen any evidence, you decided it was just a myth.
Now your opinion was different. You couldn’t tell what or rather who those eyes belonged to, but you knew for a fact you didn’t want to find out.
With your breath held you reached for the oars without your eyes ever leaving the creatures. Your fingers clamped around the wood, tight enough for the old splinters to pock your skin.
Mermaids were said to prey on men, so you should be safe. Right? That was at least what your grandfather had told you.
You started to row with strong movements back to the shore. Back to safety. You knew you really shouldn’t give up your fishing and try to at least catch one fish, but the fear that was slowly starting to build up inside you.
The eyes blinked, the downturned pair slower than the other. Their colours were identical, but one had the right eye darker and one the left.
They were gone. The eyes were gone. You had blinked and the next second they were gone. You quickened your rowing as your eyes flickered over the dark water. It was impossible to see anything beneath you. You were in grave danger. Suddenly you boat swayed from side to side. You heart stopped for a brief moment before you put all your strength in getting back to shore. Your grip on the oars was so tight that your knuckles had all turned a boney white. When you squinted you were certain you could see what resembled a teal large tail. It was similar to that of an eel, but way too big. Another shove was given to your boat, this time your oars slipped through your hands. You desperately reach for them with a yelp, but they disappeared underneath the surface of the dark water. You clung to the boat with all your might as you whipped your head from side to side with eyes as large as saucers. You wish you hadn’t gone out for fishing, you wish you had stayed at home with your cat in your lap and a book in hand. You wish you where anywhere but in that old wooden boat.
A sea green hand suddenly slammed on the right side of the boat, gripping the edge. It was large and webbed between each finger. It had long claws that resembled knives. Another hand gripped the edge and the creature leaned over. His mismatched eyes were filled with curiosity and his mouth was stretched wide to reveal razor sharp teeth that could slice you up if he wanted to. His tail was swishing from side to side behind him, almost like a wagging dog.
“Aren’t you a cutie?” he giggled obnoxiously. His voice was alarmingly soft. “I kinda wanna eat you up. What do you think you taste like? I bet ya’ are reaaaaal sweet. What do you think, Jade?”
Another merman half hoisted himself up on the opposite side of the boat. He was almost completely identical to the other, both a mirrored reflection to the other. His smile was smaller, but even more threatening. “Forgive my brother. He just can’t help but play with the prey. I hope you don’t mind” he chuckled. “You were a bit unfortunate with the weather, were you not? It doesn’t take a much for humans to catch a cold. It would be a shame…”
“Hehe you are blaming me for playing with her?” the other merman playfully rolled his eyes at his twin. “What’s your name human?” he inched slightly closer to you with his head tilted.
You were going to throw up. Fear had consumed your entire being and you were trembling like a leaf. You mouth was dry, but you feared what he would do if you didn’t tell him your name. “M–my name is [Name]…” you mumbled.
“Aww what a cute name! Isn’t she cute?” he chirped.
“Indeed. Very cute” Jade agreed with a slight nod. His eyes raking over your form hungrily. “Floyd, do tell me what you think. She doesn’t really resemble a meal, now does she?”
Floyd shook his head with furrowed eyebrows. “No she doesn’t.”
“Please– please… let me go!” tears were streaming down your cheeks involuntary in thick streams.
The merman to your right went from happy to angry in the spawn of half a second. His mouth pointed downward, revealing his fangs “No. Don’t talk back, human. I didn’t gave you the permission. Ughhh… how I hate weak humans sometimes” he sneered, his voice now deep and with a cutting edge to it.
“Now now, give her some slack. [Name] can’t help it. Humans are all like that. So entitled. It’s in their blood” the other barked out a laugh, clearly enjoying your misery. “Look at her. Crying already. How adorable” his cold hand wrapping itself around your wrist in a tight hold.
Your eyes flew open and you tried to get out of his grasp, but his strength was far greater than yours. “Hey! We have to share!” Floyd suddenly yanked your other wrist towards him, causing you to almost lose balance. “You are right, She is very cute when she’s scared. I think Shrimpy is a fitting nickname. She is just as scared and weak as one” he giggled.
“Let me go!” you tried to retract your arms form their holds, but it was impossible. “Please!”
“Why should we? We only want some fun. Is that really that bad” Jade snickered. He looked at his brother with a teasingly raised brow. “What do you say, should we play a bit with her?”
Floyd’s expression lit up and he energetically nodded “Yes, yes! Good idea!” he suddenly launched forwards and onto you, causing you to fall backwards and into the sea. Jade let go of your wrist as Floyd wrapped his arms around you in a painful embrace. The water was freezing and you cried out. The cold shot up your limbs like hot fire and it was difficult to breath.
“Awww Shrimpy is even cuter close up!” Floyd gave your cheek a wet kiss. His long tongue licked a strip up the side of your face causing you to shiver in disgust. “You know, if we were just anybody else, you would be eaten in an instant. Aren’t you happy you ran into us instead?!” his ominous words made your blood run cold.
Another pair of arms wrapped around your from behind as Jade burrowed his nose into the side of your neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell absolutely delicious” he paused “Come to think of it, I am rather peckish…” his hand turned your head so that you could meet his eyes. “What do you say we should do about that, [Name]? Got any ideas?”
“Please let me go!” you cried as you tried to wriggle out of their hold.
Floyd’s claws dug into your arms as he sneered “Don’t you dare! You are ours!” his words more terrifying than the dark depths beneath you.
Jade only chuckled behind you as he gave your neck a kiss. “You should play with us, [Name]” Jade purred. His hands wandered to your waist, were they gave you a harsh squeeze. You squirmed in his hold and trashed against him. He only chuckled before lifted you up so that your upper half was resting against him. Floyd seemed to get the unspoken message his brother had given him and gingerly took a hold of your thighs and housed them into his broad shoulders.
In this new position you were even more helpless. You desperately tried to flail your legs at Floyd, but they merman wouldn’t budge. Your attempt at trying to scratch at Jade was futile as he caught both of your arms and held the tightly against your body.
Jade gently shushed you with a kiss to your temple. The action only brought you more fear. Floyd’s hands were itching upwards and towards your clothed crotch. Panic enveloped you and you screamed in terror. “Please! Let me go!”
They didn’t respond and Floyd’s long fingered took hold your your hips. He gave your sides a few pats before he inched towards the waistline of your pants. “Pants are such weird things” his soft voice laced with curiosity. He tried to unbutton your pants, but when it took too long he grew impatient and ripped it open, causing the little button to pop off and into the water. “Hehe oops…”
Floyd awkwardly tried to shrug your pants off, but it proved to be difficult. With an angry huff he let go of your thighs and let them dangle down into the water. He ripped your pants down your legs and threw them somewhere behind him. His mismatched eyes found your panties and his lips curled up into a grin. “Awww those are cute, but kinda unnecessary” he hooked his fingers into the waistband band and throw them clean on half.
“Must you be so wasteful?” despite his words, you could hear the smile that adorned Jade’s face.
Floyd didn’t answer his brother as his attention was solely on your now exposed cunt. He quickly threw your legs over your shoulders once more as he moved closer. You tried to wriggle loose from their hold, but they didn’t budge. Being suspended over the icy waters like this was not ideal and you had already lost feeling in your toes. You let out a whimper that only seemed to spur them on.
You watched with wide eyes as Floyd dove in with his face onto your cunt. Your entire body went tense as his long and wet tongue made contact with your sensitive bud. He smiled up at you with a deranged smile as he gave your slit a long lick.
“You better hurry, she’s ice cold” finally they acknowledged you slowly freezing to death.
In response Floyd dug his tongue into your cunt. He moaned loudly as he began to feats like a starved beast. “You’re—ngh— so sweet Shrimpy” he whined. Against your will you could feel pleasure quickly building up and your wetness rapidly grew. You cursed him in your head for being so talented with his tongue. You trashed against his shoulders, but this time he didn’t let it slide. Instead he tightly gripped your thigh. “Do that again and I will break your leg” the merman sneered through gritted teeth.
He gently rubbed your clit on a circular motion and a shudder ran through your body. You hated them and you hated how it felt so good. You felt disgusting and sharply but your cheek as you fought the new wave of tears that threatened to spill.
Jade tilted his face to get a better look at you “Don’t be afraid to cry, we don’t bite.” He let go of you with one hand, and it your horror he was still perfectly capable of holding you still with only one hand. His now free hand crept over to your chest. He snaked his hand underneath your jacket and shirt and took a hold of your chest.
You regretted not wearing a bra.
His calloused finger rubbed your nipple as his others dug into your flesh greedy.
Clearly unsatisfied with being forgotten, Floyd gave your clit a pinch as he drove his tongue even deeper, deeper than any human tounge could ever reach. It was intense and borderline painful. You squeezed your eyes shut as you wished for it all to be over. The familiar knot was being to from at the button of your stomach and your thighs were starting to shake. You couldn’t hold on for much longer, that was certain.
“Please…” you sobbed.
“Shhh… you are doing good” the merman behind you kissed your cheek as gently rubbed your nipple. “Very good in fact” he gave your neck multiple open mouth kisses that quickly turned into hickeys.
You couldn’t take it anymore. Your entire body tensed as you came, your vision turning white for a split second before you closed them.
The merman between your legs let out a wanton moan has he lapped up your cunt as if it was the finest wine. In stead of stopping, his movements only quickened and he pushed two fingers in beside his long tongue. The stretch was uncomfortable and sudden and you tried to squirm away from him, but their grip only tightened.
You whined at the overstimulation and the little sound only seemed to make Floyd even more eager as he giggled against your wet cunt.
After a few agonising minutes he looked up at you, his smile uncanny and his chin soaked with your slick. He licked his lips before his eyes wandered to his brother.
“I think I want to keep her” Floyd said with a firm nod.
“We have the same idea” Jade didn’t even bother to hid his mischief.
“Let’s go Shrimpy! Let this be a thanks for the good meal!” Floyd gave you a wink as he let go of your legs.
Your bottom half fell into the ocean and you hissed at the coldness. “Don’t worry, [Name]. You are in quite capable hands” Jade hummed.
Before you could even react, Jade had dragged you underneath the surface and into the dark ocean.
You had never been as afraid as you were then and you desperately clawed at his hands. To your horror, you were somehow able to breathe. You desperately tried to fill your lungs with water as you trashed around. Floyd swam beside you with the biggest smile you had ever seen.
“Don’t be scared little human! Or maybe you can be a bit scared. You’re so cute either way, hehe. I think you’re going to like our place!”
All you could do was turn around and watch as the grey skies above turned smaller and smaller.
You're walking with Grim when you're snatched, captured even, by the twins.
The freaks drag you all the way to Mostro Lounge and put you in Azul's office.
He's all "Oh wow, fancy meeting you here." As if he didn't send the twins out to get you.
His suave business persona is on, for now.
He goes over 'potential contracts' with you. Definitely tries to use big business words so you don't realize he's talking nonsense to keep you around longer.
Halfway through, he realizes he's running out of things to say.
Poor guy starts stuttering a little.
Its your job to tease him >:D.
He'll slide a piece of paper towards you and say, 'he needs a second opinion on this one.'
If it's just some business stuff, why is his face bright red?
Why can't he make eye contact anymore?
Cause it's actually his confession.
Sign here to become his lover :D
You sign it, of course, and he only gets more flustered.
── ⋆⋅☆ JADE LEECH
Jade invites you to come to dinner at the Mostro Lounge.
They just updated their menu for the new season, you’ll come be a taste tester won’t you.
He makes sure to tell you that you don’t have to pay a single cent.
He seats you at a table far away from the other customers.
He’ll bring you a dish and then stare at you like :) as you taste it.
Your like “Jade, don’t you have other kitchen duties to attend to?” You know he does.
“No. :)” okay then, Jade.
He tells you you’re eating a dish wrong and before you can ask how you’re supposed to eat it he takes your spoon and feeds you.
Definitely ‘accidentally’ gets some of it on your cheek so he can wipe it off for you.
He’s a menace.
Leans in too close. Or just close enough depending on how bad you wanna give him a little smooch :/
“I welcome unexpected occurrences.” Is his way of saying he would very much like for you to give him that smooch.
When you don’t immediately do something he’s like “You know just how much I enjoy your company, right?”
It’s his weird way of saying he likes you.
Say yes and bag yourself a Jade.
── ⋆⋅☆ FLOYD LEECH
You’re walking through the school courtyard, on your way to class or something similar, when Floyd accosts you.
It’s a staple of his.
You hear “Shrimpy!!! :D” and the jaws theme song and you only have seconds to react.
He’s the type to not realize he likes you, he’s just like ‘wow, I wanna squeeze shrimpy specifically all the time.’ And thinks it’s normal.
So he realized his feelings like last night and doesn’t want to waste any time.
You’re already together in his mind and he just has to make sure you know.
So al 6’3 of this man comes running at you at mach 2.
He picks you up and gives you a good old squeeze.
He tries to do it a little more gently than he does to the other poor students, but he is excited.
“You’re mine now, shrimpy :D” bro cuts to the chase.
Of course if you say no he’ll back off, he’s not a complete brainless monster.
If you say yes then great, now you two are together and you’ll never be able to get rid of him.
Now he probably doesn’t know as much about human relationships as Jade does.
He never cared to learn, ya know.
So don’t look so surprised when he says “We should kiss now, to seal the deal, okay?”
since you guys liked my idea so much here it is: WAYS THE NRC BOYS WOULD MAKE YOU WORSE
reader's personality is based more off of in-game yuu than anything? this set of hcs is a bunch of hypotheticals basically. this can be read as platonic or romantic idk each guy is written as if they are the closest person to you, friends or otherwise.
IF YOU SEE A TYPO NO YOU DONT
mentally preparing myself for the "i wouldnt do that!!!!!" comments...and post.
Riddle increases your attentiveness to the rules tenfold. No matter how meek you are, he makes your voice strong—and oh boy does it carry. You’re yelling at people for running in the halls, chastising them for not doing their homework, and opening your mouth wider when you speak. For a school full of troublemakers like Night Raven, the entire student body is so disappointed there’s another Riddle.
Trey makes you more passive, less likely to speak up when you see something. He’s always stood back in the shadows, watching over everything without saying a word, and it’s seeped into your personality, too. You’re spineless now. This world is unfamiliar, why should you try to do anything? You’d only stand out. You don’t want to be outstanding. You want to be as normal as possible. So you stand back.
Cater gets you wrapped up in the hype of social media. It started out as a way to indulge his interests but now you’re on Magicam all day, scrolling and scrolling and scrolling. You send things to your friends and say “hey, we should do this” but never make any actual effort to connect with them outside of that. You fall easier into jealousy because you’re surrounded by glamor.
Deuce makes you reckless. He’s so willing to throw himself into things and it spurs you to do the same, no matter how many times your teachers or potential upperclassmen tell you not to. You can’t hear anything but Deuce and his yelling, his enthusiasm and terror for whichever situation you two find yourselves in, knowing that you’d follow him anywhere.
Ace makes you all the more prickly, your sharp jabs and irritating smugness a product of spending too much time with him. You two are two peas in a pod, but to an outsider you two just seem...irritating. You have a talent for getting under people’s skin and have definitely gotten better at lying.
Leona thinks its so cute how you try to defend him at every twist and turn. Like no, he is as dastardly as everyone is saying. Why are you trying to deny it? You’re suddenly seeing reason in the most massive ego-ed people this side of Sage Island and Leona honestly doesn’t know if he should be concerned for you or be amused because of you. (This one in particular was inspired by @loser-jpg LMAO)
Ruggie could have made you prioritize yourself more, but you think he took it a bit too far. See, now you’re snatching cafeteria items and worksheets right under people’s noses, giggling as they demand you give it back. Sometimes they don’t even notice you, but even if they did you’ve learned how to be lighter on your feet.
Jack and you are incredibly uncooperative people (unless you owe someone, of course.) He’s guided you away from asking for help, insisting that the people here will take advantage of you then turning around to say that he doesn’t care, he just doesn't want to get wrapped up in your mess. It’s like you can’t trust anyone but him and your Heartslabyul friends anymore.
Azul has given you one nasty sense of perception, allowing you to key into every little detail and find loopholes in the things people say in a second. He’s turned you into a deadly asset, one he treasures just as much as the student body fears. You read over his contracts and point out what you would do to get out of them, and he adjusts accordingly. What a fine team you two make!
Jade makes it clear that his morals are less than savory, and will often encourage you to partake in things you really shouldn't. You rationalize it as Jade helping you go after the things you want, to finally take and take and take from people when you’ve been so selfless all your life, because it's what you deserve isn’t it?
Floyd will often rope you into his schemes, and it's not wrong before you start doing the same. Once a model student, attending every class, you now skip class and watch with amusement as Floyd threatens another student, hiding your smile behind your hand. They may plead for your assistance, but who are you to stop Floyd? This poor soul clearly owed something.
Kalim instills you with a sense of jealousy and helplessness. He has money to solve all of his problems, his life must be so easy. You’ve lived through so many overblots and received no help from anyone, but Kalim has always been so kind and generous to you. It makes you resent him a little, and anyone else who tries to help, because they all have things that you don’t and that's just not fair.
Jamil twists and bends your mind so much that you can do the very same thing to others. You’ve caught onto his little game and he knows it, eyeing you with anticipation whenever you speak in the same honeyed tone he uses when he wants something. You’ve gotten scarily good at hiding it too, shooting him a smug grin because you know he knows, but nobody else does.
Vil brings out so much confidence in your abilities it’s borderline arrogance. You know you’re capable, so why doesn’t everyone just let you handle this? You can do it, they can’t. So they should just step aside. You’re not doing it to be mean, so why are they getting so annoyed at you? You’re just better.
Rook has some eccentricities, and you’re well aware of them. They put you off at first, but now you’re used to him. It just seems normal now. You’re not sure why everyone makes such a big deal out of his tendencies, that’s just how he is. He’ll stalk you, hunt you down, but he’s having fun! Don’t spoil it for him!
Epel is actually the perfect fit for NRC, you think. He’s a troublemaker, he’s stubborn, and he’s so, so angry. But he’s right! Why should you respect people who claim to be above you? It’s so irritating that they walk around with those annoying smirks on their faces. You two should do something about that, don’t you think?
Idia has a very specific way of talking that can not only be confusing, but can also irritate the hell out of people. Of all things you could pick up from him, you picked up his smug jabs and insults, accompanied by a tooth grin and a laugh. It’s unnerving how much he’s rubbed off on you, a true testament to how close you too are much to the chagrin of the rest of NRC.
Malleus finds so much delight in being your bodyguard, your most trusted companion, that he doesn’t even bat an eye when you use his magic for your own gain. You’ve gotten soft, molding to whatever shape Malleus wants you to be just so he won’t leave. You’re helpless without him, only he has the will and the magic to protect you. So won’t he please stay?
Lilia has a way of dodging the truth, putting a smile on his face even when he’s hurting. It makes you think that, if he can do that, why can’t you? Lilia is smart, he knows how to go about life, so you should follow his lead and bury your problems until they’ll never see the light again.
Sebek has done nothing but berate you for being human since you met him, and even if you’ve gotten closer to him over the course of your stay in Twisted Wonderland, you’re starting to think he’s right. If you had magic, if you weren’t human, you’d be more powerful. It’s a fact. You could do so much more if you weren’t so weak.
Silver has made you complacent. He takes each step carefully, protecting both you and Malleus, so why would you need to protect yourself in any capacity? It’s so nice, having this safety net. If you could, you'd rely on Silver forever, never facing the cruel realities of the world that are blocked by his strong arms.
Hi Tomi! I'm a new follower! Could you make all the ghouls react when the MC has a childhood best friend and they steal all of the MC's attention?
Separately, it would be funny to see the boys with someone who steals the attention of the person they like since the MC isn't as close to them as their best friend.
By the way, I love what you write. I just subscribed, but after reading everything you've written so far, I love it!
tokyo debunker : the ghouls with an mc who has a childhood friend who steals their (mc) attention !
to anon : HELLO ANON !!!! thank you so much for the request AND FOLLOWING (im combusting, thank you so much! sorry it took awhile to make but i really really hope you enjoyed it like how i enjoyed writing it for you (pls you are so sweet, thank you for enjoying my writing)🥹💗
⚠️ : slight ooc (?)
frostheim
jin kamurai
doesn't like your childhood friend the moment he laid eyes on them. GETS EVEN MORE PISSED WHEN HE SEES YOU CLINGING ONTO HIS ARM LOL
started calling you over more often, so that he will fill up your schedule and free time with him and not your childhood friend.
if possible, he wanted to bribe darkwick to get your childhood friend OUT (it didn't happen)
tohma ishibashi
he didnt seem bothered at first because “it must be nice to have someone you know in a school you had to randomly transfer to in one day.”
then he realises how you were never free as much as you used to be. thinks its because of the amount of paperwork jin gave him. (no its because he missed your presence)
when he realised how close you and your childhood friend is, how you would joke comfortably around them, he starts to text you more often about trivial things. (he wants to be your bestie too)
kaito fuji
he was already hostile with luca at first, what makes you think he won't be hostile to your childhood friend
but tones it down a little when he realises how CLOSE you and your childhood friend is (he is internally crashing out)
starts self-encouraging himself to initiate things with you before your childhood friend can so you would be comfortable the way you are comfortable with your childhood friend.
lucas errant
he isn't jealous actually, more like he is very happy to make friends with your childhood friend because he is one of the friendlier ghouls.
I THINK ITS MORE LIKE YOU ARE THE ONE JEALOUS THAT YOUR CHILDHOOD FRIEND HANGS OUT WITH LUCA MORE THAN YOU 😭
the only way that luca would not like your childhood friend or feel alarmed is when they (childhood friend) is a cocky, hostile and arrogant bastard to him 🧍🏻♀️
vagastrom
alan mido
another one who doesn't really pay attention to your childhood friend because he doesn't find it alarming (?)
maybe he will be slightly bothered if you don't stay a little after sending alan a report like you used to because your childhood friend is always waiting for you outside vagastrom.
but he won't admit it to you though (you found out through leo)
leo kurosagi
OH HE IS SO BOTHERED BY YOUR FRIEND (FUCKING HATES HIM ON SIGHT)
like wdym you can't come to vagastrom because you are hanging out with your childhood friend right now when he needs you to eavesdrop alan and tohma's conversation.
actually baffled that you stopped replying to him and when he actually went out to search for you, he was fuming in a distance, watching you and your childhood friend goofing off with each other on campus. (he will start to dig up dirt on your childhood friend)
sho haizono
“wow senpai~ its like you forgot about me.” this was him after you rejected him twice to help him with his food truck because you were catching up with your childhood friend.
at first, he thought it was nice that you finally met someone you know. now, he is lowkey annoyed by your childhood friend's presence, always taking your attention away.
he knows he has no rights to be annoyed but... he is very annoyed. but trying to keep it cool. (keyword: trying)
jabberwock
haru sagara
another one who is pretty friendly with your childhood friend when you first introduced him to haru.
when you stopped hanging around the park as much because you were busy catching up with your childhood friend, he brushes it off at first. then now, he feels a little lonely. i mean, yes, he has towa and ren to help out.. but peekaboo miss his mom 💔
i wouldn't say he would go to extends like how he did with ren, but he would randomly magically appear in places you and your childhood friend is at, grabbing you to help out in jabberwock. “you can come if you want.” haru invited your childhood friend. (maybe there was sarcasm in that invite)
towa otonashi
its like you can hear the thunder and lightning from jabberwock everytime you rejected towa's offer to hang out with him in jabberwock.
now, the lavender haired boy doesn't even ask anymore. he just grabs you out of nowhere and cuddle you in the grass. 😭
is extremely bothered by the way you would laugh with your childhood friend and will attempt to make you laugh the same way. (he is your soulmate after all, right ?)
ren shiranami
he clicks his tongue as your rejected his request to raid together. that damn childhood friend of yours, he grumbles as he raids himself
when he saw you and your childhood friend at the mystery diner, he would purposely get your childhood friend's order wrong 😭 HE IS SO PETTY
things changed when he saw how you comfortable you are with your childhood friend. (now you are questioning why ren is suddenly so initiative on hanging out in his room to watch movies)
sinostra
taiga hoshibami
his eye actually twitches at the way you clung onto your childhood friend's arm, so comfortable next to them while you would internally crash out when he (taiga) puts you on his lap ?!
THE AUDACITY he thinks as he marched all the way to you and pulled you with him.
LITERALLY POINTED THE GUN AT YOUR CHILDHOOD FRIEND when your friend wanted to take you back from taiga 😭 (it was a stress day for romeo)
romeo scorpio lucci
another one who was ASTONISHED that you rejected his request (more like demand lol) to help out in sinostra.
actually send out his goons to look for you and when his goons reported back that you were out with your childhood friend, he was YELLING
denies that he was yelling about your childhood friend though. instead he makes 101 excuses on how you should SOLELY focus on sinostra. (he misses you, pls comeback)
ritsu shinjo
i don't see him as the type to be bothered but instead would be hired by some other jealous ghoul (leo) to dig up dirt on him (your childhood friend)
starts to question you about your commitmnet to your partnership with him (you rejected his meet-up three times)
now he is starting to lecture you on business law ethics... (he won't admit that he outwardly misses your company, so this is the best you gonna get)
hotarubi
subaru kagami
i dont think he really had a big issue on you spending time with your childhood friend though but i would feel that he is a little jealous. (he keeps this fact to himself though)
his face would become unreadable when he watched you sling your arm around your childhood friend when you both are walking around campus.
now you see him trying to invite you out more on tea sessions with hotarubi so that you would treat him the way. (maybe the arm holding will take a while due to his stigma but would love to try and make you open up to him more)
haku kusanagi
“so this is my second male lead competition ?” haku said to himself as he watched you happily walk with your childhood friend (HELP)
i wouldn't say he hates your childhood friend but he is BOTHERED by his presence (its been 3 consecutive times you reject his invite)
now he becomes one of the ghouls who would appear out of nowhere and join you and your childhood friend (if you can't defeat the enemy, play along with the enemy)
zenji kotodama
he was only bothered because you don't drop by hotarubi as often anymore so no one would listen to him play his biwa.
haku notices this and would send voice recordings of zenji playing sad songs with his biwa, trying to indirectly serenade you back to hotarubi
watch him unintentionally (intentionally if you squint) scare your childhood friend with the doll artifact like how it happened in the first hotarubi episode LMAO
obscuary
edward hart
starts yapping about how he is old and he should be your first priority (he saw you link arms with the childhood friend and wanted you to do the same because “he is old and frail” but you rejected the idea)
noticed that you started to reply to him late and your reasoning would be that you are out with your childhood friend. “ah youth~” he would say with a sarcastic expression.
now when he needs you around, he would just pop out of nowhere infront of you and faint, forcing you and your childhood friend to take care of him.
rui mizuki
oh he is jealous, very jealous. he watched with an annoyed expression, watching you laugh with your childhood friend when you came by the bar in obscuary to show him (childhood friend) around.
his clenched a little when he watched you comfortably lean into your childhood friend to show him something on your phone. (he is sad because eitherway, he can't feel the same)
oh but that doesn't stop him though, now he calls you over to help him out in the bar or he will deploy lyca like a pokemon to cause a scene infront of you and your childhood friend (another dramatic ass)
lyca colt
thinks your childhood friend is stupid and you should stay away from him. doesn't understand why you have to reject him (lyca) because you already made lunch plans with your childhood friend.
when he saw how much you laughed around your childhood friend, he actually was amazed at how much open you are. (i love him so much)
now he tries to be as outward as your childhood friend so that he can make you smile around him too (because he wants to make his friends smile like that too)
mortkranken
yuri isami
if you think the other ghouls bothered attitude was bad, you have clearly forgotten about yuri isami's level of bothered.
HE IS SO ANNOYED. HE IS GRUMBLING. HE IS LIKE AN ANGRY FERAL CAT, 24/7 HISSING AT THE OTHER MORTKRANKEN GENERAL STUDENTS AND JIRO. (he is not used to your sudden rejection)
when you brought your childhood friend to see yuri because they (childhood friend) fell sick, jiro had to take over because yuri wanted to dissect your friend and make him a human zombie and control them to stay away from you 🧍🏻♀️ (translation : he misses you)
jiro kirisaki
doesn't care about your childhood friend at first because he doesn't find the need to be jealous over someone.
well, that was until one day he watched you laugh so much when your childhood friend was around in your dorm when jiro came over to do his usual morning check up.
chases your childhood friend out and you thought it was because you both were being noisy and apologises. (he was a little bothered by how you were smiling so much with your childhood friend and wished you were the same with him)
what if mc took a hit for the ghouls that looks really lethal (they eventually pull through but ghoul doesnt know this yet obv) ik im mentioning jiro, but maybe panic took over his logical brain or somethinf
pre-relationship, tho maybe they confess bc they think mc is really dying. maybe they go to mc and cry over them or maybe they immediately empty their gun into the killer *cough taiga cough* whatever you think
Towa Otonashi - The moment you ran in front of him and took the hit that had been meant for him, Towa saw red. His gaze snapped to the anomaly that hit you, and it was getting fried by lightning before anyone could even react.
That dealt with, he turned his gaze to you, lying on the ground and bleeding out before him. He knelt beside you, hands pressing into your wound to try and stop the bleeding.
"Dandelion?!~ You have to be okay!~" He pleaded "My soulmate~ You can't leave me~"
With Haru's help he got you back to Darkwick where you were rushed off to the hospital. He refused to leave your side, even when Professor Nicolas tried to keep him away, he just growled at him until he gave in and let him stay.
When you finally woke up, his face was the first thing you saw, and he beamed at you. "My soulmate!!~ You're okay!!~ Don't ever do that again!~"
Taiga Hoshibami - When he heard you scream out in pain, taking the hit that was meant for him, time seemed to freeze. Some of your blood was on his hands now. He looked up at the monster standing behind you, a guttural growl escaping his throat as he pulled out his artefact.
He emptied round after round into the anomaly, not stopping even long after it was dead.
"Captain! We need to get them to a hospital!" Ritsu called out from his spot beside you, trying to keep you from bleeding out. It finally snapped Tiaga out of his rage, and he turned to you.
He scooped you up into his arms to carry you back, careful not to harm you further. "Don't you dare die on me Kitty-Cat, you're mine, and I'm not letting you get away." He hissed.
He rushed you off to the hospital and was another one who refused to be separated from your side, despite protests.
Once the doctors were done and left him alone in the room with you, he took one of your hands in his. "You better pull through this Kitten. I'm not letting you go."
Your hand slowly squeezed his, and he smiled. "That's my Kitten, you're a tough one."
Haku Kusanagi - Haku felt his stomach drop and his heart stop the moment you screamed out in pain, taking the hit that was meant for him.
You fell, and he caught you in his arms, cradling you close. Tears instantly began spilling down his cheeks.
"Nononono, Princess please, don't do this." He sobbed, hands pressing desperately into your wound to stop the bleeding. "Why? Why would you do this? Please Princess, I never even got to tell you I love you, so don't you dare die here."
"Haku....love..you..." You whispered before losing consciousness.
He rushed you to the hospital and paced the hallways outside until you were cleared for visitors. He took his place seated at your side, one of his hands grabbing yours to hold you tightly.
"Come back to me Princess, please.." He whispered.
Your hand gripped his "I'mnot goinganywhere.." You whispered, and he let out a sob of relief.
Subaru Kagami - Time stood still as Subaru watched you take a blow that was intended for him. His hands shook with rage, but also fear over your well being.
He caught you into his arms and gently set you down on the ground. "Haku! Keep them from bleeding out!" He called, before his attention turned to the anomaly.
He made sure to deal with it, before his focus turned back to you, falling to his knees next to you, and checking you for a pulse. It was weak, but there. He scooped you up with Haku's help.
"Please MC...you can't die...not for me...not without me getting to tell you how I feel.." He pleaded before rushing you to the hospital.
He sat anxiously in the waiting room until he was told he could come sit with you. He sat in a chair next to you, and watched your breathing.
"I love you MC, I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship, but I need you to know." He whispered.
"..love you..." you whispered back quietly.
Jiro Kirisaki - Jiro stared at you, frozen as you fell. He finally snapped out of it and caught you before you could hit the ground. Why would you do this? You were weaker than he was, why would you take a hit he was more likely to survive?
Why couldn't he think of the proper procedures to treat you? He stared at you, bleeding out, but he couldn't remember anything of his training. All he could think of was that this could be the last time he could ever see you, would have heard your voice, would have seen your smile for the last time.
"JIRO!! Handle this, I'll deal with MC!!" Yuri snapped, moving in to take over, and Jiro nodded, stepping back.
"Yes Yuri.." He muttered before pulling out his artefact and taking down the anomaly. Not much was left of it after he was done, but that was a problem for another time.
"We need to get them back to Mortkranken, but they at least shouldn't die on the way." Yuri huffed, standing up and striding off. Jiro carefully picked you up to carry you with him.
"MC...don't die. You make my heart ache, and I want to keep you close always." He confessed.
Later, after Yuri was done treating you, Jiro was hovering by your side, monitoring your vitals.
"Jiro..." You croaked out, "Love you too..."
Rui Mizuki - Rui cried out as he saw you get hit. His hands reached out for you before he pulled them back quickly. You may be dying now, but he wasn't about to rush that.
"MC!! Nonono, don't die Cutie okay?! We never even got to go on a date yet, and you never got to hear me say I love you, so you gotta pull through this." He pleaded, hovering as close to you as he dared.
You looked up at him, eyes fighting to stay open. You reached a hand out, but made sure not to touch him. "Love...you..too.." You whispered before losing consciousness.
Lyca carried you to the hospital, and Rui stood nearby waiting for you to be okay.
When he finally was told you were ready for visitors, he sat in a seat across the room from you, tears streaking down his face.
"Please wake up again Cutie...I love you so much.."
When you did finally wake up again, he promised you all the dates you could ever want. And he always reminded you of how much he loved you.
This was originally requested by Anon who asked: "Could you make headcanons where you have an established relationship with the Tokyo Debunker characters but your ex suddenly tries to win you back?" The links to the other houses are below.
Fandom: Tokyo Debunker
Characters: Haru Sagara, Towa Otonashi, Ren Shiranami x gn! Reader (separate)
Haru’s pretty neutral about all this. Sure, he’s not happy your ex is trying to get you back but he’ll keep a level head and talk to you about things before he does anything rash.
Please, give him permission to tear into your ex though! He’s going to pull out the classic “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” look and chastise your ex until they have no choice but to back down.
I think he might be a bit more protective afterwards though. He realises just how close he came to losing you and then he got to thinking about how sad everyone in Jabberwock would be if you left.
So if he’s a bit more clingy than usual or makes more time for you, don’t be surprised. He’s doing his best to show you how much he cares.
Your ex tries to take away Towa’s partner? Oh, jail for your ex! Jail for one thousand years! Seriously though, Towa’s not going to stand for this.
He’s pulling out all the stops to get your ex to leave you alone. Throwing poisonous flowers at them, making angry humming sounds, even calling on the weather to make their day that bit worse.
If you ask him to stop, he will but only while you’re watching. As soon as your back’s turned, Towa’s going straight back to intimidating your ex.
He wants to stay with you and make sure you’re happy with him as well. So he’s also going to double down on his displays of affection towards you. Hope you like flowers.
Ren’s a lot like Kaito in that he doesn’t think he deserves you. So as soon as your ex starts trying to get you back, he’s going to get super self conscious.
But he’s a lot more open with his jealousy than the others. He won’t tell you directly that he’s jealous but it’s super obvious from the way he sulks when your ex is around.
As soon as you tell him you don’t want to be with your ex though, he’s going to play it off as if he was never worried.
Even if you give him permission to tell off your ex, Ren probably won’t do it. He doesn’t like confrontation and would much rather spend that time with you than with your ex. Not that he’ll ever tell you that.
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tokyo debunker ౨ৎ frostheim, jabberwock. 6.6k words.
warnings : some canon divergence n’ some canon events referenced (spoilers), characters probably ooc (TωT), each part is about ~1k words.
a/n — as a very anxious person i get pissed off by the shit mc takes from everyone ... so i’m speaking out for once in my life and not writing the reader/mc as a total “yes sir” person.
౨ৎ jin kamurai.
— WHAT MADE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ?
your respect for his privacy. while jin has no problems with telling those who pry and bother to scram, he’s thankful that you have enough sense in your brain to not loiter around, even if jin can tell you’ve got a bit of interest in the “icy king”. you’re good at what you do, for the most part, picking up the mess these other idiot ghouls cause, remaining polite while subtly saying that you aren’t gonna take their shit– it sparks a bit on interest in jin’s own heart, and he finds a way true to himself to monopolize as much of your free time as he can — designating you as his “servert” ... which doesn’t go over too well. but, with enough of his cold glares and reminders of how you owe him (it’s a wonder how you’re able to break so many things around frostheim), you slip into the role and see his face more than anyone else could claim. and while jin could argue that there wasn’t anything romantic about it, there definitely was– the warmth of his heart enough to thaw the icy exterior even tohma received, his focus honed on the way your hands smoothed over his shirt and delicately draped his jacket over his shoulders, everything was about you in the private moments. it almost felt like a sick love story, the king falling for his servant, but the stars that filled the night after the sunset reminded him of the one sitting right beside him — and just as they too leave, jin’s left wondering where you go everytime he’s lying in his lonely chambers at night. being honest with his feelings was harder than it seemed, all the words that flooded his mind when you came up die suddenly when you asked why he was staring– would it be wrong for his walls to fall, even if for a second to compliment the way you look in that getup? there’s the warmth again that spreads throughout his chest when you accept his hand to dance, taking the initiative to intertwine your fingers — joking that you “didn’t think he’d dance with a servant”, but jin can’t even think of a retort with the way your hand fits perfectly in his, and the feeling of your other resting against where his heart’s hidden. it’s short lived, but jin thinks that it’ll be one of the few memories he saves of people– and when tohma comes in later, he can’t help but spill of how he thinks he’s fallen for you. jin’s stupid for two reasons now; loving you, and telling tohma that.
— HOW DOES HE CONFESS ?
a private requesting to his room. it’s the perfect place, one where jin can let him guard down and spill all this mess to you without threat of others interfering or peeping– a simple, short text of “meet me after classes,” and though he’s sure you won’t be prepared for what he’s planning to do, probably assuming that you’re going to run a few errands or, more recently granted, water and feed the flowers hanging from his balcony; not expecting the confession-to-come. you’re closer to jin than anyone else at this point, and it’s a bit ironic — he’s had you cleaning up messes all this time, and now you’ve gone and caused your own inside of him. but the aching has been worth it, the way you smile when he’s brought you something small that just “seems like it’d fit you”, or your meticulously while caring for those flowers he’d planted– the same you said were beautiful, giving him even more affinity and reason to love him that wasn’t simply because they were his mother’s favorite — and lost in these thoughts of you, you’re able to surprise him for once when you arrive, the cigarette between his lips slipping out as he whips his head in your direction. you’d definitely rushed over (it makes him feel a little special, embarrassingly enough), uniform swept from it’s usual straighten looked from the wind, and sweat ready to drop from your brow– still pretty, he notes, though he’ll never say that out loud– and you give your usual curtsey, as if you’re the lucky one to be in his presence, and not the other way around, a small apology squeaking out as you sit beside him while taking out a lighter (another thing that makes him feel important to you, as if you’re carrying a little thing for him with you at all times). it’s nowhere near the usual time he has you come, the sun still shining brightly, but it seems even with you that the sun is nice this time of year, too– maybe all year ‘round with how wonderful you are. a new cigarette hangs from his mouth, courtesy to you as well, it feels like you do so much for him even without his word now; all small, simple things, but they’re more meaningful than any kind of grand gesture you could do. jin still keeps that title of ‘servant’ when he refers to you, but it’s just a cover to get you coming around at this point. to keep you as close as you are right now — sitting right beside him as you chat about something “crazy” (or maybe you said wild? he’s a bit distracted) that’d happened with kaito and luca. there’s so many new, exciting moments in your life, so many opportunities for you to be swept away by it all– and the words he’d brought you here to specifically say are so close to leaving him. that famous little saying is about to roll right off his tongue– but the three words don’t come, and jin can only keep staring at you like a lost child before he’s brought back by your laughter. he feels like a coward, not even sure what you’d been talking to yourself him about, yet still giving a chuckle as he plays along. it’s true that jin does love you, but it seems that he can’t make it apparent he’s given you his heart. another day– he supposes– maybe now just isn’t the time to risk losing something else dear to him.
౨ৎ tohma ishibashi.
— WHAT MADE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ?
your first meeting. tohma could practically feel how nervous you were, and he couldn’t necessarily blame you– your situation was tragic, and you were thrown into a life with ghouls because of it– but it entertained tohma. a little bit like a lost lamb, he could barely contain his smile at the way you stumbled with your overly-polite words, was it creepy for him to watch you interacting with kaito and luca so naturally instead of your hesitancy with the vice-captain? probably, but that didn’t keep tohma from doing so — you comfortably slipped into the ghouls’ lives as the weeks went by, everyone except for his (and jin’s, but that wasn’t a surprise). it didn’t upset him, per se, but the way you jumped and became on-edge in his presence didn’t exactly make him happy when he desired something more than a friendship (which, tohma didn’t even have that with you, yet)– or when you agreed to him being “shady as fuck” for wearing a monocle. it’s a slow process, but he steadily makes a place for himself within your schedule with his persistence — he wants to be in your life, and tohma refuses to give up on that — it’s a bit unsettling how determined he is, but he’s easier to talk to than you thought, or maybe that’s just the way he’s portraying himself. it doesn’t really matter, and tohma’s completed part of his self-assigned mission when you begin to come and see him more often. talking over tea (mainly just about yourself, and things you were interested in before getting stuck at darkwick), hearing gossip from tohma that makes your jaw drop– he keeps your attention on himself and his words, the buzzing of your phone not even registering to you with how invested you’ve become in your little hangouts with him. tohma wouldn’t say that you make his heart flutter, or his stomach clench because of his nerves, but you definitely evoke a feeling that he hasn’t had before. every bit of free time he has, tohma finds a way to spend it with you, matching his schedule with yours as if the two of you were already together — maybe it’s just preparation for when the two of you are dating (yes, he is confident in the fact that you’ll accept when his plan is complete), but you never seem to catch on just how badly tohma wants to spend time with you. he isn’t exactly the type to desire being with someone, not even jin, but that was just another benefit to being his little crush. the other was seeing a more vulnerable side of “mr. shady”– despite his effort to act as he usually did, his posture relaxed from its professional state, and a smile stemming from joy rather than fleeting entertainment found its way to his face when you were with him. he takes notice of it more than he’d like, and it’s only when these hidden sides of him come out does he realize just how much he’s fallen for you — and how much more he’s falling every day he spends with you. it’s difficult to not blurt out how he loves you when you laugh at a joke he makes (he’s learned your sense of humor, and taken up some lessons in comedy), and it’s hard to not picture you as his partner when you run up to him so comfortably and talk to him in a way nobody else would. though it’s all friendly on your end, it drives tohma’s heart wild. maybe he is starting to feel that fluttering and maybe those nerves are starting to show– and more than maybe has tohma fallen further than he can be saved.
— HOW DOES HE CONFESS ?
an extremely planned out, almost professional, confession. maybe it’s because tohma has been planning out the way he’d express and convey these romantic feelings for you as the two of you grew closer and closer, but his words feel like something you’d read in a romance novel– he can tell you’re taken aback by his confession, even if he did treat you unlike anyone else tohma wasn’t exactly the kind of person you’d ever expect to receive a love confession from — he knows this, too, and he’s sure that only adds to the impact of his words, basically screaming that he was indeed being genuine. your expression makes him want to laugh, a face of complete shock as you stare at him with wide eyes, your teacup ready to fall and shatter if he wasn’t there to catch it. if you were able to properly focus on anything except his words, you’d see the way his lip is caught between his teeth, being chewed in anticipation, and the pink on his pale face, thankfully you can’t, otherwise he’s sure he’d hear some teasing comments. you seem to come back to earth once he clears his throat, averted eyes finding yours that are no longer as lost as space, being nervous like this is new– tohma might even be scared. might, if he wasn’t sure you liked him too, but he is. “should i take this silence as you returning my feelings?” though he’d like you to speak for yourself, in order for the two of you to breathe again it seems he needs to break this period of silence. he didn’t expect his words to have this much shock impact, but the slow nod of your head instead of affirming words as an answer tells him that you’re still not back from cloud nine– so, clearly, the only correct way to bring you back is to get even closer to you. lifting your chin with a soft stroke to your cheek, he can feel the heat from your face when he holds it, but the closeness doesn’t seem to make you any warmer, maybe confident instead — enough so to catch him off guard when you move in first, pressing your lips together, a more confirmed, wordless answer than your previous nodding. tohma supposes he can accept it, after all, it seems you’re not planning on letting his lips go until they’re swollen from your kiss.
౨ৎ lucas “luca” errant.
— WHAT MADE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ?
your constant assistance and support towards his goal. at first, luca didn’t even recognize his feelings as “romantic” — paying no mind to the like dove’s that flew above your heads whenever you were together, simply believing that the way his heart picked up its pace, and his overwhelmingly protective urges kicking in were due to the fact you two were true, genuine friends. luca only gives the nature of his feelings more thought when kaito comments on it– somewhat jokingly, the blond’s usual yelling about how close luca was, like you and him were dating, the thought that he wouldn’t mind being in a relationship with you crosses his mind. though him and kaito and friends as well, what you mean to luca is different, the realization makes him feel guilty, but you’ve quickly claimed the top spot inside of luca’s heart at darkwick. until now, luca’s main priority has been figuring out a way to subjugate a demon, all of his efforts for his twin brother– but everything seems to come to a full stop at the thought of you being more than just his closest confidant, and the possibility of you in his future, too. it’s just another thing that luca takes very seriously as he ponders how he’s supposed to go about this — asking kaito seems to be a good idea to him, his obsession with romance and the way he chases every girl within the vicinity ... maybe kaito isn’t the best to ask, actually. luca’s a bit too honest for his own good, though, and he’s ready to just immediately jump the gun and ask if you’d like to be his partner– but he rethinks his plan of action when you, him, and kaito are together during lunch period, the three of you discussing romance (courtesy of kaito) and luca’s listening intently when you speak up about the kind of confession that you’d want. you’re important to luca, incredibly so, and he takes these words that you didn’t even really mean much by to heart — he swears that he’ll create a picture as similarly perfect to the kind you want (even if a “perfect confession” was not what you’d said).
— HOW DOES HE CONFESS ?
a serious confession inside your room. it’s early when he arrives, at least half an hour until he’s even meant to come get you to walk together– luca feels restless, finding himself with his hand raised and ready to knock before he even thinks of what time it is. luca knows he should go back to frostheim, but his feet don’t want to move from the doorstep, and he can’t stop from giving a strong, loud knock — one that’d definitely wake you up, if you weren’t already awake, thankfully it seems you are though when he hears shuffling from the inside, your voice calling out for him to give you “one second!”. there’s sweat accumulating from beneath his gloves, and all the romantic words he’d meticulously planned out and practiced can’t be produced from how dry his throat has become– little will deter him now, though, luca isn’t going to run away from this, not even when you open up the door looking more beautiful than ever and send his heart into an erratic rhythm. he’s sure he looks how he feels– like his nerves are ready to swallow him whole– and you save him the stumbling when you speak first, inviting him inside until the two of you need go set off. luca isn’t one to usually act like this — he’s sure you find it a bit suspicious, but maybe it’s because this feeling is so foreign to him that he can’t level his behavior. or maybe you’re finding it a bit sweet how obvious his heart is, letting him take a few to calm his breathing and collect the words that’ve been jumbled inside his brain– you’re sweet. the fact you’re not asking him about it helps him to prepare as he sits on your bed, watching as you ready yourself in the mirror, you’re real pretty too. “i’m.. sorry for bothering you this early,” luca clears his throat, “i have something very important to get off my chest.” you hum, meeting his eyes from where he’s staring, and raising you brow — and he takes a deep breath, then a slow exhale, “i like you. it’s– difficult to articulate just how much i’ve fallen for you, but there’s so much you’ve shown me, and every bit of you makes my heart race—” it’d probably be an easier confession if he could just hand you an essay of just how he loves you so, but you don’t make him explain himself anymore than he has.
“i like you too,” you turn around this time when you look at him, a wide smile having spread on your face, “but, you’re not as subtle as you think, luca.” he guesses he’s still got ways to go when it comes to that, or maybe not– you already knowing probably saved his ass.
౨ৎ kaito fuji.
— WHAT MADE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ?
practically everything. kaito loved everything about you from the moment he stumbled into you inside the storage closet, and he fell even harder when your cute face was finally revealed to him — you’re like an angel above to him with how sweet you are, and for the fact you actually hang around him. though kaito’s never planned on giving up his search for a partner, there’s definitely a bit of hopelessness as his journey has continued– he knows he’s a coward, and even with his “researching”, it’s been very unfruitful. it feels like a blessing when you two run into each other, already able to cement himself your “knight in shining armor”, even after you’ve gone off to the other houses, you still reach out and make time for kaito too ... truly, you must be the only one for him, he could cry from your kindness! he tries to act as cool as possible in your presence, but you wear down all his defenses and leave him with a vulnerable heart to all your words he twists as “romantic” — it’s impossible for him to not fall for you so hard that it hurts him, and he wonders if you know that his feelings have become quite genuine. kaito’s honestly lost track of all the times he’s called you his “one and only”, there’s little that can distract him from how much he craves being with you, just being with you during school hours isn’t enough to satisfy his lover-heart– you laugh when he tells you he needs you to live, but it might just be the truth at this point! kaito’s jealous that everyone else gets so much of your time, listening to your recounting of cases you went on with vagastrom, and then jabberwock (which, he almost had a heart attack once you were reported missing!), even if it was you coming to his rescue in sinostra– kaito was happy to just be by your side, able to protect you if push came to shove. every little experience made him realize that he really did love you. you weren’t just the sweet, cursed student who gave him the time of day, and befriended him out of pity, you were someone who consistently uplifted him and made time for him– he was your first friend in this strange situation, and you were his first real love, more than just a face he found pretty. the dejection he felt when you first left to vagastrom, the overwhelming panic and fear that rose from his chest and threatened to spill from his mouth when the news of you disappearance was announced — and the relief that he got to be involved with your next case, even if slightly, confirmed something that both excited and scared him. kaito had genuinely fallen in-love with you– you weren’t just someone he was chasing because he thought you were attractive, or because he thought this was ‘his chance’, but for the simple reason of real love.
— HOW DOES HE CONFESS ?
an unintentional confession while “protecting” you from other guys. kaito shouldn’t have gotten so worked up over just a few guys talking with you– you were attractive, he shouldn’t have been so surprised that people wanted to hit on you, nor been offended when the two of you weren’t even dating. but kaito was, and he couldn’t keep himself from running up in front of you and yelling at these homewreckers to get away! don’t they know that he’s gonna be the one to ask you out?! while he doesn’t realize what he’s just not only said outloud, but also infront of you, kaito’s mind solely focused on keeping them away from you — it’s only after they get annoyed by his screeching voice and decide it’s not worth trying to get your number, do you slap him in the face with the question of if he really meant that he wanted to ask you out. his small bit of confidence instantly dwindles into nothing, far too distressed now that you know the truth– his brain is scattered and desperately trying to compose some kind of excuse that can save him from the cruel rejection you’re about to use your other palm to slap him with next. of course, the only thing that comes out is some sputtered out, pathetically awful “i, uh, was just trying to get them to go away!” you wonder if there’s a liar worse that kaito here at darkwick, and it’d be a seriously hard competition to find out — it’d be cruel to nod and accept that, even if that’s what his expression is telling you to do (red-painted cheeks, an uncertain smile, and a sheen of sweat, yet he still looks handsome in his own way), it’s time to force kaito to man up and ask you out just as he said he wanted to. “uh-huh, i’m sure that’s totally what you meant, kaito,” it’s wrong to deprive enjoyment from how distraught he is, “are you sure you don’t want to ask me out, ‘cause i was really hoping that i’d finally get to go on a date with you..” you end with a sigh, almost ready to throw the back of your hand against your face to dramatize this unnecessary situation even further — and you barely hold in a laugh when he lets out the loudest sigh of relief you’ve heard in a while. “w-well, if that’s the case– then i’d like to say i was just kidding about not meaning it!” the tension in him disperses ... only for you to immediately bring it back when you press your lips right against his own. wait a second! what if his lips were dry? he’s never had practice with this kind of thing! let him try again!!
౨ৎ haru sagara.
— WHAT MADE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ?
your help around jabberwock, and listening to his problems. though haru’s become used to the work needed around jabberwock, it doesn’t make his workload any less stressful — especially as more and more anomalous animals are brought. he wishes that he could take a break, even if a short one, but that’s just not possible with all the care that’s required– and only having three students total doesn’t help, neither doing much unless he forces. haru feels as if an angel has blessed him when you’ve got to come to jabberwock, even if it’s for a case, because you’re already kindly offering some help and trying to take a bit of work off his hands. while you did end in trouble the first time he gave you a task (thankfully, he was able to save you from getting bitten, though it meant that he was), you follow him to the different zones and watch as he works so that you’ll be of more help in the future– which, you’ve already proved to be when you’re able to get a new, bigger boat for them to borrow! haru is thankful for every little bit you give, and he finds himself feeling lonely when you’re unable to come run around jabberwock and work with him — after everything that’d happened, haru’s come to think of you as a close friend, sweet and worried when he’d gotten hurt, he wants you to fret over him again even if it’s selfish. you recognize how hard he works (though he doesn’t find it as anything strange) and remind him to take breaks, whether when you’re with him or over text, it makes his heart flutter knowing that you’re thinking of him even when you’re away– you two are a little like a couple, aren’t you? of course, haru says he’s just joking after you roll your eyes at his comment, but those “just kidding’s” become less genuine as time goes on– mainly because haru doesn’t mean them. he really does mean that you’re looking as gorgeous as ever, but it’s easier to keep you around if he says he’s only joking. he doesn’t want to go back to handing out fliers alone, and he doesn’t want to be stuck having to shear the fluffy squad all by himself, because though he could– it wouldn’t be the same now that he’s experienced it with you. haru didn’t think that it’d touch his heart in such a way, after all he’s had towa help after some nagging, and ren’s come through once or twice for him, but you come out of your way to jabberwock even though you’re busy with all these new assignments and subjects, and being pulled around by everyone else– you don’t seem to see helping the animals as work, but rather as an activity with him. he can’t help but talk to rui about how wonderful you are when he’s had one too many, eventually letting slip that he’s totally fallen in love with you. honestly, how could he not? you check up on him every day, come to help and see peekaboo– the little guy has become attached to you, and haru would be lying if he said he hasn’t as well.
— HOW DOES HE CONFESS ?
taking you on a private tour around jabberwock. after getting drunk at obscuary’s bar one too many times, and every word leaving his mouth had to do with his adoration towards you, rui got sick of hearing about haru’s crush and pushed him to confess– which was easier said than done, every time he planned out how he’d do so, he felt like he could vomit from his nerves. haru’s never been the shy type, but just sweet one look and smile from you has him turning away to focus on anything but the way his cheeks are starting to heat up. he doesn’t have much time to do anything grand, he sadly can’t take you out to a nice dinner or even have a few hours for the two of you to spend completely alone, but he can have you by his side as the two of you take a (somewhat) quiet stroll through jabberwock– it wasn’t strange for haru to invite you to help, though he usually waited for you to come on your own, but you never failed to show (which only made the racing of his heart worse) as you raced over almost as fast as he could– when have his hands ever sweat this much? when was the last time haru felt this nervous? even though all this is because of you, and how he likes you, there’s a calming feeling he gets knowing that you’re close to him like this. you don’t comment about how peekaboo isn’t with you though they’re always together, and you don’t comment on his blushing complexion — it saves him a bit of embarrassment, and gives a small boost of confidence knowing you’re not bothered by either. you’re just walking with him, and doing the usual tasks around jabberwock, there isn’t a small surprise waiting for you that’ll tell you about his feelings– there definitely isn’t, because … it’s been totally ruined by the animals. there might not have been a ton of time or funds put into it, but it was completely filled with his feelings! and now look at it! absolutely trashed!! just like he’s about to be, probably, haru can only sigh as he holds his head in his hands, the two of you standing in front of the ruined confession. he feels your hand on his head, rubbing it as you crouch beside him, telling him to look at you — you’re using a soft tone of voice, and it coaxes his view to leave his palms and meet your eyes. as sweet as ever, he thinks, you’ve got a smile on your face even after seeing this disaster, “you like me, haru?” he’s sure he looks pretty pathetic like this, but he nods at you with his sad face. “well, that’s good– ‘cause i like you too.” it’s good alright — fucking great even! amazing more than anything! his down mood is instantly lifted the second you tell him that, and he jumps up while taking your hands in his. you really are the best– haru’s gonna shout to the heavens how he loves you!
౨ৎ towa otonashi.
— WHAT MADE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ?
your belief in soulmates. it seems like such a simple, trivial questions– but hearing you say that you believe in people having soulmates makes towa’s heart smile. he wants to believe in them too, so promise you’ll let him know if you ever find yours! your pinky fits perfectly against his own, curving together as if they’re meant to be together — you leave for sinostra after swearing to towa that he’ll be the first to know, and though remembering your promise makes him happy, it’s strange to not have you nearby for him to pull around and drag into strange flower hunts or animal electrocuting taming– he’s almost become as attached to you as he is haru! though the nature of both are different, which hasn’t been apparent to towa until now that he’s stuck missing you. sending little cat stickers to grab your attention, despite the wordless exchanges, you understand every bit he says — even telling him that you’ll swing by jabberwock to see him when he lets you know that he misses you, and when you visit he can’t help but run to see you, calling for his dandelion! which, he missed you a lot– you’ll need to give him some sorry cuddles! and though his words have a strange romantic touch, you’re always left wondering the depth of them when nothing more comes, but given his liking towards romance you don’t think too hard about any of them; towa doesn’t, either. all the ‘flirting’ that comes from him slips out so easily, every word feeling natural and right to say if it’s directed towards you. he wonders if this is what having a soulmate is like– that wonderful person that is the true only for you, is this feeling that sets your mind in a comfortable ease a sign of that? while towa isn’t sure, nor can he be, his heart tells him that it is and a happiness like no other seems to follow him after the small realization — him and dandelion are soulmates! towa’s wanted to believe in them, and it seems he finally can given that he’s got his right in front of him. there’s not a speckle of nervousness to be found within towa like you’d expect from someone with a crush, but after chasing this for so long, he doesn’t have time to stop and think about the consequences of preparing to spring this on you. after all– if you’re soulmates, surely you’re feeling this too!
— HOW DOES HE CONFESS ?
giving you a bouquet of lilies. while towa contemplated dandelions — that was what led to your ‘meeting’ — the lillies bunched up beautifully, and when he stared at the way they sat with one another made him think of the two of you together. but when he brings them to you, you don’t seem to understand– a fitting smile (one towa would like to see every day) as you graciously accept them, thanking him for giving you a flower he has such an affinity for. though, the pleasant moment is broken when he lets out a sound of protest, and unhappiness, causing you to jump a bit and almost drop the perfect bouquet you’d only just been giving. towa isn’t an obvious character, and this is just another time where that comes to light — he ... doesn’t want you to take the bouquet? another huff and shake of his head, okay, then he wants you to reciprocate with one of your own..? it almost feels like a game of hot-and-cold as you try to follow and solve with his cues, before you finally get it. “are you trying to tell me that you .. like me, towa?” your words are met by a happy, bright smile and feverish nod, his arms thrown around you almost instantaneously– your voice is completely caught in your throat after the wordless confession is dropped on you, not upset but surprised. he notices your silence, and though it’s rare for towa to speak, even after you’ve already heard his voice, but– “we should be soulmates, dandelion.”– he’s grateful you kept you word in helping him believe in soulmates. showing him just how wonderful the world is when you love somebody.
౨ৎ ren shiranami.
— WHAT MADE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ?
when you asked him about the games he plays, and his favorite movies. normally, ren hates privy types (haru), and he didn’t expect to actually find himself telling you about his interests — but you genuinely wanted to know about them, and he found that it wasn’t awful having someone to play along with in his games. he’d told you that you didn’t have to join him during raids, and that you could do it on your own time, but you were active during the same hours as him– whatever, you could join him. you probably needed someone to carry you, anyway — it didn’t mean the two of you were friends, even if you came to see him, almost every day and bothered him all the time no matter how much he told you to quit harassing him. you annoyed him, not endeared yourself to him. ren didn’t like you, even if you talked about the same things he liked and the two of you exchanged b-horror movie recommendations, just because you were his only friend at this awful school and the only person he felt comfortable ranting to about jabberwock and all the stupid responsibilities didn’t mean that he liked you — all of that didn’t mean that he did, it could’ve just been things that meant the two of you were friends, but ren did like you. he liked when you’d text him and ask for advice on team comps, when you’d call him during the hours you knew he worked (or was slacking off during aquatic duty) to talk about going and seeing a new horror movie that looked low quality together. it was so stupid, ren felt like an idiot for falling over such trivial things– why was his heart racing over the fact you sent a picture of yourself in a matching ‘Naw’ shirt? why did he feel special to you because you simply bought a shirt to match him?– he didn’t care about you one bit, and it should’ve stayed that way, but it was like fate was against him when ren had to be directly involved with someone like you for the stupid case. why did you care about him? ren feels like he’s driving himself crazy because of these stupid feelings that you’ve brought out in him, he’s losing every single argument with himself that he doesn’t actually see you as anything but a friend, and that he definitely isn’t super upset over the fact you’re going to sinostra, and he 100% isn’t scared that you’re going to have no time for him during your time there– or fall for one of those guys. why would he? ren doesn’t like you like that, as long as he ignores the thoughts of jealousy that plague him when he starts seeing you with that stupid lawyer and the flush of his cheeks and heating of his face when you shoot him a smile or text him out of the blue, he can convince him that he isn’t falling for you. but he can’t, sadly.
— HOW DOES HE CONFESS ?
accidentally letting it slip out. it wasn’t exactly a confession, in ren’s defense, but it definitely was a proclamation that he cared about you in a way different than friendship. ren wasn’t thinking when he said it, but it didn’t matter when the “i really missed you being with me” was spoken and floated around in the silence that followed — what the hell was he supposed to say after that? that he was just kidding, and that’d make it disappear? (not that it would have helped with the way he instantly covered his mouth and had his cheeks tinted) the way you stare at him dumbfounded is awful, and he wishes that he’d just stayed quiet while playing his game– but it’s too late. there’s not much ren can do except sputter out a quick ‘sorry’ as he finally places down your coffee, trying to escape from this terrible situation. it feels like one of those shitty movies he watches, and the horror element is this harsh rejection that’s about to crash down on him — he feels like squeezing his eyes shut to brace himself when you grab his wrist, kicking yourself up and out of the booth. here it comes, you’re about to tell him you can only see him as a friend, he knows it– ren knows that he shouldn’t have let himself become so close or attached to you, but how could he help it? it’s not his fault you were begging him to just fall flat on his face in love with you, sticking close to him when you were supposed to just be investigating an anomaly with his stupid house, coming to see him as often as you could during his lonely shifts and chatting with him without worry of someone else joining — ren used to enjoy the solitude, craved it more than any kind of interaction, but you ruined it for him. instead of being at peace when he was all alone at the diner, or in his room, he wanted you to text or call him, to come and see him or ask to hang out– anything. ren wanted to be with you, even if he didn’t want you know he did. but now you did, and he’s about to have to get used to that loneliness again — the rejection is coming in three, two, one … it’s uh, definitely coming, isn’t it? he hears you laugh, and he lets one of his eyes open, and you’re looking at him with an expression that shows anything but disgust or disappointment. maybe you’re letting him down easy? or– “i like you too, idiot. don’t act like you’re in a horror movie after basically confessing to me.” –maybe you’re about to reciprocate. his gacha luck must’ve gone into this moment, and ren’s letting out a sigh of relief that he didn’t realize was being held in, finally facing you with both his eyes open as you give him your stupidly attractive smile — “but seriously, am i that bad to like?” yes. you are. but maybe that’s what makes ren like you even more.
This type of MC is very proper and being very embarrassed about romance or showcasing affection especially with cultures that talks a lot of manner, affections, PDA, etc.
This makes MC to view romance as something important and serious due to the culture. So when MC tried to indicate (sneakily) holding hands with the ghouls, they're already blushing and being embarrassed.
MC: *Using all of their willpower to creeping a bit closer to hold hands*
Ghoul: *Ignorance is bliss*
tokyo debunker : the ghouls with a shy! mc
to anon : thank you so much for the request ! this was such a cute concept and i had SO MUCH fun writing this because they're all actually very silly people 😭 hope you enjoyed it ! 💗💗💗<3
frostheim
jin kamurai
noticed how you would shut your eyes whenever he holds your hand to use his stigma (with the bright red cheeks on your face)
the look on his face when you were pushing beyond your limits to gently brush your finger against his when you both are walking down the frostheim halls.
thats why you hear him scoff and just wraps his hands around yours, pulling you along with him
tohma ishibashi
100% KNOWS AND ENJOYS EVERY SINGLE DAMN SECOND OF IT
the way he would act oblivious to your attempts on holding his hand (or more like brush against his fingers 🧍🏻♀️)
after the teasing, he would gently hold your hand and place it on his arms, watching your face turn bright red
kaito fuji
trust, he is also trying his best to even hold your hand too
would think you are uncomfortable at first but when you finally, FINALLY, held his hand, he realises that you are just as shy as him 😭
now he tries to encourage you to hold his hand and hopes that this gives him more encouragement to hold yours first <3
lucas errant
i feel like he would immediately know that you are shy & wouldn't force you to do anything that you are uncomfortable with
cue his reaction when you look so embarrassed but proud of yourself that you finally held on his pinky
he smiles softly, taking the initiative to hold your other fingers, wrapping them into a gentle hold 🩷
vagastrom
alan mido
he is oblivious. leo and sho had to explain to him that you are just shy & not AFRAID of him 😭😭😭
so the shock on his face when he felt your pinky linked with his as you both walk next to each other
trust me, he is just as embarrassed but takes it as an opportunity to gently wrap his BIG hands around yours !
leo kurosagi
ANOTHER ONE WHO ENJOYS IT (but acts like he is disgusted by it)
“aw honor roll, why are you getting so EMBARRASSED ?” he teases you when he wraps his hand around yours to use your abilities
so when you finally took the initiative to hold his hand before he could do so, made him raise an eyebrow & TEASE YOU EVEN MORE
sho haizono
OH HE WOULDN'T LET IT SLIDE “why are you blushing so much, senpai ? im just unzipping the fox robe ?” he teases.
purposely is the type who would wipe your cheek with his thumb while you explode in embarrassment.
but when you finally gain the courage to hold his hand, he firmly grips it and would not let it go (just to tease you)
jabberwock
haru sagara
didn't realise that you were shy until your face flushed red when he pats your back all friendly
actually finds it really cute but doesn't push it so much because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable !
OH but when you finally held grab a hold of his arm this one time, he was OVER THE MOON (his face was red too)
towa otonashi
“dandelion is so cute~”
doesn't give two shits on how easily embarrassed you are and would forcefully cuddle you in the grass of jabberwock
when you finally pat his head for the first time, he was super happy and would pester you for more headpats.
ren shiranami
this is literally a competition on who is the most embarrassed & would faint out of embarrassment
when he realised that you were more shy than him, he would actually be pretty smug about it (indirectly teasing you)
when you SOMEHOW master the courage to lay on his shoulder during a movie, he snap his head to look at you, eyes shut with cheeks flushed red. he sighs internally, trying to be oblivious to your sudden initiative.
sinostra
taiga hoshibami
at first, he thinks its pretty normal for people to react to him all quiet, jumpy and fidgety.
thats when he realised that you had a very flushed red cheeks whenever you speak to him. he starts TEASING you more.
when you first slide on his lap complying to his gesture, he had this BIG grin on his face and started (kind of) not teasing you as much
romeo scorpio lucci
“WHY ARE YOU SO EMBARRASSED, BB ?!” romeo's voice boomed down the hallways of sinostra when you couldn't look at him in the eye.
when you guys start dating though, he becomes to realise that you are just simply a very shy girl who doesn't show much affection (due to you being super shy)
so the face he made when you held his hand where no one can see, made him CRACK a small smile to himself, covering it up with a small huff.
ritsu shinjo
lets admit, he probably thought he was violating a law against you when your cheeks were puffed red and refuse to make eye contact with him.
after getting to know your personality and perks, he got used to your sudden jumping whenever he accidentally brush his fingers against yours.
that one time where you actually gained the courage and willpower to hold his arm when you both were walking around a place that made you feel uncomfortable, he glanced over at you and gave a soft smile at your eyes squeezed shut as you walk. “watch your step.” he said as he gripped your hand on his arm tighter.
hotarubi
subaru kagami
both of you are a mess. so easily embarassed and so easy to tease. (by haku, of course)
but when you both got to know each other, subaru actually is more wary to touch you due to his stigma. (you noticed this and it gave you some courage)
when you held his hand to reassure him, his heart literally explode but when he saw your eyes squeezed shut, he couldn't help but LAUGH. SUBARU LAUGHING. (combusting rn)
haku kusanagi
ANOTHER TEASE. HE TEASE TOO MUCH.
probably think of scenarios in his head during the shower about you and him finally holding hands after 10000 years.
when you do take his hand and give it a light squeeze, he DOES NOT LET GO. NEVER LETS GO. NEVER LETS GO. let him ENJOY THIS MOMENT.
zenji kotodama
how are you going to touch him......
but somehow if you can, he would be the one to gladly link arms with you and drag you to places. (he does not pay attention to your red cheeks until haku points it out)
so when you do somehow initiate to hold his hand on your own accord, he actually shed tears of HAPPINESS 😭 HE WAS SO HAPPY “MY DOLL, ARE YOU HOLDING MY HAND RIGHT NOW ?”
obscuary
edward hart
this freaky old man. he does not care on how shy you are, he will TREAT YOU just the same as he always do.
but more of him PURPOSELY grabbing your waist and putting his OLD HANDSOME FACE to yours, making you explode (he wants you to faint so that he can steal you into his room)
when you do somehow, hold his pinky, he actually appreciates the gesture and gladly let you enjoy this moment
rui mizuki
lets take it as his curse his broken. he is a menace. he would tease you both ways, cursed or not cursed.
but now since he isnt cursed anymore, he will get more physical like touching hands or randomly holding your waist to shift you aside.
BUT YOU SEE, when you do somehow hold his pinky, he actually combusted and had to force himself to bite back a smile so that you wouldn't let go of him. (he is trying his best to be oblivious okay)
lyca colt
just because you are shy, now he is aggressively shy 😭 HE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU ARE SO SHY AROUND HIM
subaru to the rescue ! now he acts more tamed around you (?) treats you as per normal actually but would get shocked when you jump randomly when his fingers brushed yours.
when you do grab his arms when something flew past you both randomly in the woods of obscuary, and you didnt pull away, he didn't shake you off. instead, he somehow shifts closer to you as he leads you to the obscuary mansion.
mortkranken
yuri isami
if you think you are shy, this is the same species of you but more aggressive and jumpy.
you both brush hands and you both are already 100000 feets apart from each other, making jiro look at you. (you both reminded him of cats jumping away at each other)
when the time comes, you used all your courage to hold his hand, he was already not only combusting, but planning your marriage with him ?...... (he is definitely keeping you for life)
jiro kirisaki
doesn't understand social cues a little so when your face flushed red and he stayed monotonous, waiting for you to strip, he was confused (here comes yuri and his yelling)
he starts to understand you better and would apologise if he has to touch your skin or hold your hand for abit while administering your checkups (no, he secretly enjoys your flustered face, its unlocking a new emotion for him)
when he felt you gently held his arm when you both were walking together during a mission, he doesn't question you but gradually shifts closer. (understanding that if he asks, the moment would end immediately.)
