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You go a lot to mostro lounge and love floyds service. Floyd is oblivious to your love and hints.
[Got this idea when I was thinking about VIP service in mostro lounge]
It was so obvious to everyone how you stared at him. Even the other waiters started to send him to you.
When floyd first got a tip from you he gave you a pat on the head and a shiver giving whisper to your ears.
He took the tip happily and just left.
After that you visited daily.
Always giving floyd a tip made him attached to you without noticing.
He started greeting you when you came inside the lounge guiding you to your regular seat.
He even started memorizing what you order every time you visited.
He has never done that in his whole life as server.
You on the other hand enjoyed it to the fullest and even started to ask him to give you special treatment.
Floyd didnt mind and found it amusing. Hugging you whenever you asked.
Giving your hand a kiss when you held your hand out.
It was all you could wish for.
Yet floyd thought this was all a just a funny game not getting the hints behind it.
The kisses he gave on your hands were soft and warm. His lips leaving a moist feeling.
When jade talked to his twin and was asking if that is his girlfriend he was real surprised to hear no.
"You know they are totally in love with you right"
Floyd just froze looking empty into the distance for almost ten minutes.
That was the most silent jade has ever seen him.
After that he had a whole new view of you. He felt funny inside when thinking of you and he was making up all possible scenarios in his head while in bed .
Floyd loved the thought of you and thrilling experiences.
When you visited mostro lounge again, he kissed your cheek picked you up and spun you like a princess around.
He just gave you the smuggest grin you have every seen and whispered into your ear.
"I like you shrimpy"
He gave a lick to your ear before handing you your regular drink and leaving you star struck.
This was a rollercoaster to write and I feel I hit it pretty well.
Anyways make sure to interact no matter how old this post gets.
Twist first years x f reader/yuu, making them try a period cramps simulation. Let's say one day the boys accidentally Said something offensive about the reader's period thinking it was just simple words to them. And then the day after that reader goes to Sam's shop asking if he has a period cramp simulation (since the guy basically has everything) and asks the boys to try it out
ăâProjecting My Period Cramps Onto My Annoying Ass Friendsâă
ăSynopsis: In which the first years get a taste of the pain you go through every monthă
ăFeaturing: The NRC First Years (Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, Ortho Shroud, and Sebek Zigvolt)ă
ăTags: fem reader, reader is Yuu/prefect, relationships depicted are platonic, TW for discussions of menstruation/period cramps/rude comments from Ace and Epel, reader gets her rightful payback by projecting her cramps onto the boys (minus Ortho bc he does no wrong), ă
ăWord count: 1.3kă
ăa/n: hell hello and thank your for the request! While Iâm not the biggest fans of the first years individually, I love writing for them as a group! Their dynamics with each other are just so amusing to me, which made writing this so much fun! Anyway, I really enjoyed working on this and j really hope you like it! :3ă
â§âË â It all started with a comment from Ace at breakfast. Somehow, the topic of periods was brought up amongst yourself and the other first years, a subject you were very familiar with. You, obviously, expressed how terrible periods can be, especially the cramps. Ortho, of course, responded with a scientific explanation of the excruciating cramps can be. "According to a brief bit of research, some people report experiencing cramps so painful that they find themselves unable to walk and some even report passing out." For some reason, the statement causes Ace to respond with an amused huff. "Oh, c'mon, that's a bit of an overreaction, don't you think? It seriously can't be that bad." The others looked between each other, clearly put off by the rather rude comment.
â§âË â "Um, from what I've heard, period cramps are pretty painful." Deuce hesitantly spoke up, awkwardly shooting you a glance as he tried to broach the subject as carefully as possible. "Yeah, they're no joke, Ace. You're kinda making yourself look like a jerk." Jack's stern assertion pulls a gruff chortle from Epel. "I mean, they can't be that bad, can't they? Girls act like they're getting their organs pulled out or somethin'. It's just a little blood, ain't it?" This time, Sebek speaks up with a rather⊠unexpected response. "Just a just bit of blood? JUST A BIT OF BLOOD, ARE YOU SERIOUS? THE PAIN ENDURED ON A MONTHLY BASIS IS COMPARABLE TO THE PAIN A SOLDIER EXPERIENCES ON THE BATTLEFIELD! YOU VASTLY UNDERESTIMATE HOW EXCRUCIATING CRAMPS CAN BE! TELL THESE FOOLS WHO WRONG THEY ARE, PREFECT!"Â
â§âË â The table falls silent as they look to you â the only girl in their little group â for your say on the matter. Of course, you know that Ace and Epel's takes are a bunch of bullshit, but instead of calling them out on it now, you immediately start planning how to best to get your point across. "Sebek and the others are right. Cramps can be really bad at times, especially for people with conditions that make the pain worse. It's not fair for you to undermine pain you haven't experienced just because you think it's 'not that bad'. It's kinda a dick move, to be honest." Ace and Epel, of course, launch into arguments about how they 'weren't trying to be rude' but their clamoring falls on deaf ears.
â§âË â Not to defend them, but Ace and Epel have literally no idea how bad periods can be. Sebek and Jack have sisters, so they know full well the wrath periods wreck on one's body. Deuce, on the other hand, grew up watching his mom work her ass off day in and day out, period be damned, but even she had her days when the cramps got the best of her. Ortho only understands periods from a scientific perspective, but is completely aware of how terrible that can be for those that have them. All this to say, none of the boys have experienced cramps for themselves, but that's about to change. (Queue the evil, maniacal, laugher.)
â§âË â Sam boasts that his shop has literally everything for sale. You want a magic crystal? He's got it. You want school supplies? Say less. You want a period crank simulator? Odd request, but he's got it. For the low, low price of twenty thaumarks â after a discount thanks to all the points you've saved up from shopping there so often â you are now the owner of your very own period crank simulator machine! Now, you can put it to good use by showing the boys just how painful cramps can truly be.
â§âË â The next day, the first years gather at Ramshackle at your behest, confused and totally unprepared for what awaits them. "I have called you all here today for a very important meeting. The other day, the subject of period cramps was brought up, and I thought, since you all have never experienced them, that now would be a good time for you to see what I have to go through every month." Everyone except Ortho goes deadly silent, their expressions dropping and faces going pale. Immediately, Ace and Epel start trying to make up for their comments from the other day, while Sebek, Deuce, and Jack silently hope that they'll be exempt from this punishment. "Alright, who's going first? Of course, I won't subject Ortho to this, so play rock-paper-scissors, or I'll pick one of you myself." (Ortho decides that since he can't participate, he'll stand back and collect data on the experience instead lol.)
â§âË â Hesitantly, Deuce raises his hand. "I already know that isn't going to be good, but I'd like to get it out of the way as soon as possible." Sebek stands up to join him. "HOW HONORABLE OF YOU, SPADE! WORRY NOT, FOR I SHALL NOT LET YOU FACE THIS TERROR ALONE!" Despite his bravado, he looks a bit⊠queasy as you hook them up to the machine. Starting off on the lowest setting, they both seem to handle the pain pretty well. Level two sees them squirming a little, and by level three they're both tapping out. The others watch in horror as they both double other in pain, clutching their stomachs and begging you to switch off the machine.
â§âË â "Guess it's my turn now." Jack sighs, his ears pinned back against his head as he hesitantly approaches the machine. "I-I'll go too!" Much to everyone's surprise, Epel speaks up too. He wears a look of confidence that's undeniably marred by an undercurrent of what can only be described as fear. Level one and two go by without much of a hitch, maybe a sharp inhale or some uncomfortable squirming, but nothing crazy. Level three seems them both gritting their teeth and squeezing their eyes shut, but they don't tap out. So, you turn it up to level four. Jack and Epel last did all of ten seconds before they're frantically begging you to turn the machine off.
â§âË â "Well, you're up, Ace. Let's see if all the big talk amounts to anything." The cruel smirk that finds your lips sends a shiver down Ace's spine. He talked a big game about cramps not being that bad, but his precious confidence has all but eroded away after watching the others being subjected to this cruel form of torture. Still, Ace can't just back out after talking all that shit. "F-fine. Let's see how bad they really are." From the moment you turn the machine up to level one, Ace looks like he's about to throw up. While he plays like the pain is nothing, the way he grips the fabric of his pants tight enough to turn his knuckles white says otherwise. Wordlessly, you turn the machine up to level two. For a solid five seconds, everything is fine, but then the pain catches up with Ace's brain and he taps out. All that talk, and he calls it quits on level two. Hilarious. (Despite it all, the other first years find this ironically funny too.)
â§âË â "Awww what happened, Ace? I thought period cramps were an 'overreaction', right? Were you overreacting right now, or was it really that bad?" You can't help but taunt Ace after all his shit talking. In your humble opinion, he deserves it, so you don't feel any whatsoever. "I-I was wrong, okay?! I'm sorry for being an ass. Period cramps are no joke." The pathetic apology comes out as a whimper, sincere, but incredibly pained. "Yeah, you were right, prefect. Sorry for underestimating how much you have to go through every month." Epel chimes in sheepishly. "Hmph, I told you all periods were a strenuous ordeal on the body." Sebek boasts proudly. "Yeah, we tried to tell you two, but you didn't listen." Jack adds. "Well, guess you both learned your lesson." Deuce hums, trying to find something at least slightly positive out of the whole situation. "Yes, and I have acquired some very interesting data! According to my calculations, Ace has the lowest pain tolerance out of all of you!" Ortho's astute observation sends everyone â minus Ace, of course â into a fit of laughter. Well, none of them will ever question how painful periods are ever again and if they do, then you'll just have to hook them up to the cramp simulator and remind them again.
summary: you had your struggles with understanding social cues, which the overblot boys challenge further as a sudden revelation brings to light their adoration of you.
pairings: overblots x gn! reader
cw: none that I can think of?
note: so this is based off of how I suck at reading social cues sometimes and I thought it would be cute to see how that would work with emotionally constipated characters đ
wc: 4.5k (~600 words per character)
Master List
â„ Riddle Rosehearts
This was a nightmare for any Heartslabyul student. You, who had trouble with social cues, taking jokes too seriously and sarcasm sometimes flying over your head, vs Riddle Rosehearts who was in vehement denial of his feelings for you. It was like watching a terrible rom com for everyone around you two. When Riddle blushed around you, you chalked it up to him being nervous (he was trying to better himself, so being nervous about taking new actions only made sense). When Riddle felt his heart pounding whenever you were around, he swept it as nerves being around a friend without feeling the need to control everything. In fact, you both were so bad, everyone gave up on their initial bet, as they started to believe neither of you would catch on. It wasnât until nudges from your friends finally opened your eyes to the others behavior.Â
âRiddle always goes easy on you, itâs not fair,â Ace would whine, falling backwards on your couch.Â
âNo he doesnât?â You frown, crossing your arms as you recalled the many lectures you have received from the red headed housewarden.Â
âWhen was the last time he beheaded you?â Deuce asked, genuinely curious.
âIâm magicless,â You raise an eyebrow. âIt would have no effect, so does it really matter?â
âBut itâs uncomfortable,â Ace points out, jabbing a finger at your chest as the duo try to break through your inability to connect to seemingly simple dots. âYou think heâd still gain some satisfaction from that.â
You open your mouth to further plead your case, but you find yourself pausing, internally agreeing with Ace (not that youâd tell him that). The last time you had been beheaded was around the overblot, and since then it was just scoldings and lectures.Â
âAnd when your tie is crooked, he fixes it for you,â Deuce chimes in.
âAnd when your hair is messy, he smooths it out,â Ace tags along.
A dawning look of realization flashes across your face, and the duo eat it up. Finally, FINALLY you seem to notice that it does seem a bit unusual, that heâs not being his usual intense self, nor does he dote on anyone else like that.
A similar situation goes on with Riddle, Trey and Cater pointing out Riddleâs affection for you, but in more subtle ways.
âYou really care for them,â Trey hums, mindlessly finishing his homework.Â
Riddle pauses his talk of how his day was, unknowingly rambling about you, and how you shaped it. His face flushes, but he does not reprimand his friend (progress), instead he contemplates the meaning.Â
âHaha, totes,â Cater agrees, focusing more on his phone than the homework on his table. âItâs cute how you both are so oblivious to each other.â
Riddle feels his blood pressure rising, and heâs unsure if itâs because they are talking to him so casually about his feelings that he totally doesnât have, or if itâs because heâs flustered at how they nailed it right on the head.
âDonât be presumptuous,â Riddle huffs, double checking his homework to make sure itâs all accounted for and correct. âWe are good friends, nothing more and nothing less.â
âYou double check their bag to make sure they have all their supplies accounted for,â Trey mumbles mindlessly.
âAnd you donât hesitate to give them something if they need it,â Cater points out.
Riddleâs face was bright as a tomato as he clears his throats and excuses himself to his room.
While everyone thinks they finally won, that the torment would finally end, and you both will realize each other's feelings and mushy happiness ensuesâŠit only got worse. Every interaction becomes a guessing game of what the otherâs intentions are while trying to balance your own emotions, and the Heartslabyul students continue to suffer.
â„ Leona Kingscholar
Oh boy, if Riddle and you are a nightmare for everyone around you, then Leona is your own personal nightmare. Every insult you took to heart, every swipe of his tail left you feeling like you did something wrong, and it got to the point that you tried to avoid the lion beastman altogether. You couldnât annoy him if you werenât around, right? Wrong. In fact, Ruggie had seeked you out because the prince was in a foul mood, and Ruggie swore it was due to your absence. You really couldnât wrap your head around the hyenaâs logic, as Leona had been nothing but indifferent, if not displeased when you were around.Â
âHeâs always like that,â Ruggie waved you off, dragging you to the botanical gardens where the prince laid. You swore he was lying though, as Leonaâs tail swished, ear twitching as you approached, and you felt way too overwhelmed. There was no way he wanted you nearby, you just couldnât wrap your head around how he possibly likes your presence in any way possible. âHeâs bad at showing affectionâ Your inner Ruggie chimed, but you stood tensely anyways, unsure if you should stay or leave.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Leona grumbled, one green eye opening lazily. You felt his stare penetrate into your soul, you swore he was glaring you down for intruding in his space.Â
âS-sorry,â You nervously mumble, hand fidgeting with the hem of your sleeves. âRuggie dragged me in here saying you wantedâŠcompany? But clearly he was wrong, sorry again.â You decided to try and bolt, hoping the apology would satisfy the lion enough to distract him from your escape, only for a hand to grab your ankle.Â
Your heart beat erratically in your chest, head spinning as adrenaline fills your veins. You felt like you had just stepped into a horror movie called social anxiety and terrible life decisions (though being transported to some weird world was not your decision). Leonaâs claws briefly imprinted on your skin as he dragged you closer, nearly causing you to fall.
âShut up,â He tsked, hand not letting you go (like he knew you were two seconds away from running for dear life). âCâmere, âm tired and I donât wanna deal with this right now.â
You blinked, unsure where exactly he wanted you to go, body tense with stress and uncertainty, head swiveling, like youâd surely find an escape somewhere. Instead of escape, perhaps hiding in your dorm room for the rest of the day to try and recuperate from this intense and scary experience, Leona seemed to have enough of your âobliviousnessâ, reached up, grabbed your shirt, and quite literally drag your standing frame to fall onto his which was laying on the ground. You nearly screamed as you careened towards his chest, your breath nearly leaving your lungs as the lion cushioned your fall, arms wrapping around your back as he closed his eyes.Â
You did not relax, if anything, your body turned into stone, holding your breath as you wondered who you pissed off in your past life to deal with this. You mustâve killed someone quite important.Â
âRelax,â Leona sighed, his warm breath caressing your ear. ââM not gonna biteâŠunless you want me to.â You did not relax for several more minutes, not until his breathing evened out and you were sure he was unconscious. You laid there, bones feeling like jelly as the adrenaline wore off, mind reeling with what the hell was currently happening.
Leonaâs mixed signals were quite literally your worst enemy in a world of magic, constant overblots, and a neglectful headmaster. You were never sure if the lion hated your guts, or if he secretly liked you? Leona hated how you couldnât decipher his near impossible signs, wishing you could read his mind, not wanting to ruin his âimageâ in front of his dorm members. The only one having any hoot or holler would be Ruggie as you both awkwardly navigated around the other. Ironically, you both did fill the role of predator and prey perfectly.
â„ Azul Ashengrotto
Ohhhhhhh boy. Azul absolutely has a hate love relationship with your inability to pick up on certain social cues. Some moments, you could read the room well, tell when someone was upset, or sad, or even so happy they were crying, other moments he wanted to slam his head against the wall as you took all his words to heart, even if he was trying to flirt or make a stupid joke. The twins made the situation ten times worse as they liked to mess with you.
âAzul mentioned that heâs quite tired today,â Jade would hum innocently, fixing you a drink at the bar.
âOh, did something happen?â You would ask, falling straight for the bait Jade laid out perfectly.
âYou could say so,â Jadeâs grin widened, mischief and amusement swirling in his gaze. âSaid you kept him up all night.â
Your brows furrow, unsure what the eel meant. You hadnât texted (especially not called) anyone last night, too exhausted with all the socializing you had been doing and had some unwind time. So youâre not sure what you had done to keep the merman up the previous night.
âDid I do something?â You asked, genuinely concerned if you had made a mistake. Perhaps you had done something offensive in their culture? Or insulted him unknowingly? (You werenât proud to admit that you had done that before).Â
Instead of being helpful, kind, or friendly (things Jade were not known for), he merely shrugged, pushing you a drink and moving on to the next customer, an extra shine of glee in his eyes at your misery.Â
Floyd wasnât much better.Â
âCan you both just get together already?â Floyd whined, slumping in his seat across from you as you tried to focus on homework. Of course he ruined that.
âWhat?â You questioned, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou and Azul, duh,â He rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing. You merely blinked, trying to connect whatever dots that Floyd just created.
âWhy would we be together?â You ask, dropping your pencil, completely forgetting the frustrating work that was assigned (itâs not like you had the context to answer it anyways). âYou mean like dating?â
âDUH,â He groaned, like this was physically paining him. âWhat else? You both clearly like each other, just kiss and get over it already.â It felt like your face was on fire as you tried to process whatever the hell he was spewing.
It honestly left you confused. You thought Azul was just being nice, a friend trying to make up for his transgressions against you and your friends (and sometimes you questioned his intentions as he had conned you before). Sure, sometimes he would say something that would fluster you, a compliment here, a light touch to your shoulder there (even you knew that was out of character for the reserved business man), but the twins had opened your mind to a whole other venture you hadnât even thought about.
Azul noticed a change, not obvious, but you seemed to finally be taking in his advances. Your eyes would widen, like the dots were finally appearing in your head, sometimes it even seemed like you were looking at him in a new light altogether (cus you kind of wereâŠ). His fond frustration melted into excitement. Finally, what felt like stagnation started to gain traction, and it even emboldened him to up his moves, to make sure you couldnât question his intentions. After all, if you struggled understanding what his gestures meant, then that meant he had to make sure that his intentions were obvious (maybe just communicate your feelings properlyâŠ).
â„ Jamil Viper
HahahaâŠso Jamil is kind of the embodiment of subtle care, especially when he refuses to acknowledge his own feelings. At first itâs in ways you donât notice. How his eyes trail after you, making sure youâre okay. The way he eyes your meals, always cataloging how unhealthy they are, noting how you shiver during a chilly day only in a short sleeve shirt, or how you always seem exhausted even if you got a full night's sleep (which can be rare with the aduo around).Â
Jamil tries to shove these mental notes to the side. Itâs not like he has the time to take care of anyone else with Kalim running around, you are your own person after all. Yet he strangely found himself with an extra portion of the lunch he prepared, shoving it towards you without thought (too much thought actually), or how he shrugs of his sweater (his safe space really), and tosses it towards you as the chill seeps into him instead, or how he picks up any slack, talking to your friends when you couldnât keep up, or walking you to your dorm early as he makes up excuses to get you in the comfort of your own place.Â
At first you didnât notice, thinking he was being kind, or perhaps even feeling forced to because Kalim asked him to, but that changed when he excused you from Kalimâs party. The people surrounding you had you feeling like a zombie as you tried to hide in a corner, eating some snacks as you held a drink, hoping the walls would encapsulate you. Kalim had begged you to come, which was why you were there, but it ended up just like you expected. Jamil noticed, as he always does, and offered to walk you back to your dorm, a routine you started to expect. Of course, Kalim had blocked your escape, a pout with big watery eyes tugging on your heartstrings. Before you could give in, zone out for another hour and ponder why you hate yourself, Jamil cut in.
âThe prefect is tired,â Jamil points out, and you wonder if itâs that obvious.Â
After this moment, you began to notice the subtleties. Perhaps not all at once, but even you couldnât deny how Jamil didnât treat anyone else the way he treated you. You werenât sure if it was anything beyond friendly, but you noticed that he seemed to care for you in a way that he didnât for anyone else, and it was something you cherished. In fact, you both fell into a weirdly domestic relationship that never dared to press against the walls of friendshipâŠthat was until Jamil himself slipped up (something he never does, mind youâŠhe is quite whipped).Â
âYouâre way too kind to me,â You couldnât help but grumble as you accepted the week's worth of breakfast and dinners Jamil had prepared for you (you were quite bad at making those).Â
âItâs nothing,â The vice-housewarden waved off, a faint blush coating his tan cheeks.Â
âSeriously,â You donât drop it, too moved by his kindness towards you. âNo one has ever done anything like this for me before, you always make sure to make meals with textures I like, altering things to avoid foods I donât like, and not to mention how you portion them to my exact liking! I feel like I donât do enough to make up for all the work you put into me.â
Jamilâs brows furrowed, both bashful at your acknowledgement of his work, while also upset at your self admonishment.
âYou donât have to do anything,â Jamil shakes his head. âI do it because I want to. Trust me, Iâd go crazy if I didnât do this, who knows what youâd be eating otherwise.â
Your heart stuttered at his admission, the revelation of how deep his care ran for you striking you somewhere soft and gooey. It was only then when the question of whether Jamil liked you romantically dared to breach your brain.
â„ Vil Schoenheit
Vil wasnât one to coddle anyone, not that you needed coddling, but this meant that his standoffish attitude would not be diluted. Vil isnât nearly as bad as Leona, but his actions still managed to confuse you. You thought he wanted nothing to do with you, a notion you could understand. You could be reserved most times, quiet, almost like a shadow. The complete opposite of glitz and glam that was Vil SchoenheitâŠyet that seems to pull him in all the more. He would critique your uniform, comment on how it was too big in some place, yet somehow too small in others. In fact, you thought he was lowkey bullying you at first, always picking you apart, making you feel small and unwantedâŠonly to piece you back together.
Heâd personally tailor your uniform, grumbling about how âyou canât trust anyone to do things right these daysâ. Heâd fix your hairstyle, explaining how the few trims, or complete makeover fits your face better, how the framing of a few pieces can make or break your beauty. Beneath the harshness, you learned to decipher that this was his way of caring (even if it could be quite shitty sometimes). And to say Vil didnât notice how his comments hit you would be an insult to his social training. Of course he noticed the way you seemed to shut down after a particularly harsh comment from him, which made him shift tactics.
Instead of scolding you, or pointing out something he deemed atrocious, he merely fixed it instead, and you let him. You didnât have time to get dressed properly? Itâs fine, heâs fixing the wrinkles and crookedness for you. You didnât style your hair properly? Thereâs a few minutes to spare before class, heâs dragging you to the nearest mirror as he styles it himself. You didnât pack a proper lunch? Donât worry, prefect, he happened to bring extra.Â
At first youâre not sure how to take in the change. You feel like itâs some elaborate prank show, the cameras hiding in the corners (there arenât any, but Rook sure is). Yet the longer this behavior goes on, you learn to accept it, and you even like it (which you find oddly strange yourself). You hadnât been cared for like this before, and especially not in this world, so you found yourself eating up the affection.
âThe love that blooms between Roi du Poison and Trickster is magnifique!â Rook bellows, hand clutched over his heart as he dramatically swoons.Â
You had grown used to his exclamations of passion and love, so you simply deadpan at the hunter.
âWhat are you even talking about?â You question, face scrunching at his claims.Â
It was quite comical actually, as Vil was currently applying a brand new lotion he had helped create himself to your arms, and you had the audacity to be confused (I would be too though so I canât rag on the reader too much).Â
âIgnore him,â Vil mumbles, focused intensely on how your skin was much softer with his care and how he was going to keep it that way. âHe likes to spout nonsense all the time.â
âBut is it nonsense when the Queen deems the Trickster important enough to care for himself?â Rook asks, head tilting as his grin widens. âI have not seen you spoil anyone so, Roi du Poison.â
Vilâs face flattens, his usual humoring of Rook evaporating quickly (he didnât want to be ratted out like this). Yet it was too late, as your mouth opened in recognition of Rookâs words. He had a point, you had seen Epel get scolded mercilessly and then forced into punishment many times by Vil, yet if you do something similar, you get a light slap on the wrist before he drags you along, your punishment usually pertaining him taking care of you in one way or another. You werenât sure why it didnât click before, but now you couldnât help but second guess all of Vilâs intentions, and what that means for your future.
â„ Idia Shroud
Idia wasâŠhard to get to know. You tried being friendly, yet he would shut you out. You tried to invite him out, but he would deflect. You tried parallel play, yet you couldnât help but notice how he glanced at you like you were a starved tiger and he was the closest meal available. Bummed that you werenât getting anywhere, you also didnât want to make the blue-flammed hair man uncomfortable, which meant leaving him alone. It saddened you, but you knew you couldnât make friends with everyone.
Little did you know, you had it completely backwards. Idia was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You were similar to him in a way, which made him rethink his entire life. You tended to be quiet, speaking when you were spoken to and falling into the shadows, yet you werenât like him at all. You had friends, you smiled and talked freely about topics you were passionate about, and even stood up when needed.Â
Yet, worst of allâŠyou were terrible at some social cues. He even found it amusing at times, cackling when you took a joke at face value or when you looked confused when someone said something sarcastically, only to get it a few seconds too late. You didnât know this, of course. He rarely left his room, and he found himself stalking Grim more often than he could count, which meant you were there too.Â
If it were up to him, you would never know, and things would stay exactly as they were. Him in his room alone and you none the wiser to his stalking, yearning, observations. Of course, his dear little brother would never leave it at that, taking in his brotherâs infatuation, liking towards you. Which leads to a various amount of goofy, yet terrifying situations. Such as Ortho inviting you to his room without him knowing, and making the most unsevenly sound ever when he got jumpscared by you. Or how he almost bolted the second he saw you at the board gameâs club, only for Ortho to block his exit (he nearly jumped out the window at your smile).Â
And gosh, he couldnât get over how oblivious you could be sometimes, your comments making him feel like a warm, gooey mess, and you were completely unaffected! It really wasnât fair. You made it look so easy, and he wishes he could complement you as easily (little did he know, you struggled with it as well, you were just better at hiding it).Â
âYou have really cool hair,â You compliment, eyes wide with wonder.Â
Idia could only stare, hair tinting pink along with his pale cheeks as he internally shut down.Â
âSorry, was that weird?â You ask as Idia continues to stare at you with the blankest eyes known to man, causing you to second guess yourself. Was that weird of you to say? Perhaps you werenât supposed to mention his hair at all? Did you make him self conscious?
âN-not at all,â Was all he could stutter, eyes averting to anything but you.
It wasnât until Idia started to text you that you realized you had things backwards. Sure, in person you both were awkward and unsure, perpetually questioning all your actions, while online things flowed more smoothly. Sure, you would take a few minutes, up to a few hours to respond, but Idia was busy with his games anyways, so he didnât mind (sometimes he did, but he would do the same thing so he understood). He also talked more freely, rambling about his passions and eager for your approval. It wasnât till one fatal text, that you realized he may have liked you more than just a friend.
Ugh, you canât be srs
Ur lit too cute for this world
He deleted it as quickly as he sent it, but it was too late. You were already spiraling.
â„ Malleus Draconia
Ha. Hahahahaha. So, take the âyou donât know youâre betrothedâ trope, and multiply it by 10. JkâŠkinda. So in reality, you both are kind of bad at social cues. Itâs mutual. You both are quite slow to unravel any feelings. In fact, you both bond at how similar your social experiences are. Both used to people tuning out your passionate rants about the topics you loved, so you learned to keep it to yourself (until you met each other). Or how you both can be awkward in social situations, unsure what to say at certain moments and look towards the other for reassurance.Â
In fact, this was what caused Malleus to cherish you so. Not only were you patient and understanding, but you understood, to a certain degree. It caused the dragon to latch onto you, wishing to show you his gratitude for your friendship. You were in a similar boat. If you were exhausted from existing in the world, you knew Malleus would bring you somewhere quiet, somewhere no one could reach you if you did not wish. He would do things for you that you werenât used to, and cared for you in ways that warmed you. After feeling alienated, Malleus was a person who showed you you werenât alone.Â
Due to it being a relationship you both feared to lose, neither of you thought of anything more. Why should you question something that worked so well? Something that neither of you had to think twice about? Something that came as easily as breathing?Â
âAnother gift?â Lilia chimes, hanging in front of Malleus upside down, amused grin tugging on his lips.Â
âThey mentioned wanting this,â Malleus replies, like the thought of you wanting something was irrevocably wrong, and he himself will fix it.Â
âIf I didnât know better, Iâd think youâre courting them,â The bat fae hummed, eyes crinkling with joy. Malleus blinked, brain working overtime, because Lilia had a point. Malleusâ love for you was as deep as a never ending void, he would do anything in his power to make you happy, and all he wanted in return was your smile aimed towards him (though he also finds your bashfulness adorable).Â
It was then that Malleus went from friendship mode, to courting mode. You, on the other hand, were completely unaware. I mean why should you have thought differently? He treated you no differently than before, it was only his intentions that switched. Of course, this only amused Lilia all the more, after all, who doesnât love to watch young love bloom? (Sebek)
âAt this rate, youâre gonna become fae royalty,â Ace grumbles, eyeing yet another gift that appeared in your dorm.Â
âHow in the world would I do that?â You asked, genuinely confused. Malleus was one of your closest friends, sure, but in order to become royalty that would mean marrying him, and you doubt the dragon fae saw you in such a light.
âYouâre basically drowning in jewels!â Ace exclaims, pointing out the jewelry that adorned you. Your face flushes at the implication, and the creeping dread of the possibility of Ace having a point.
âMal said he had extraâŠâ Even your defence sounds pathetic.Â
âYou even have nicknames for each other,â Deuce points out.
âI have nicknames for you too,â You glare. âDumb and dumber.â
Your deflection does nothing as the two continue to tease you relentlessly for how unaware you were about something so âobviousâ (it really wasnât but okay). The next time Malleus treats you to something, whether it be a fancy dish catered to your liking, an outing you mentioned you wanted to do, or another âsmallâ gift he just stumbled upon, you canât help but notice the hearts in his eyes as he awaits your reaction, and itâs only then do you realize youâre doomed.
Hades: Whereâs the road? Donât tell me you two are just makinâ stuff up now.
Pain: N-No, boss! The kid pointed right here and said there was a road!
Panic: Y-Yeah! Right here! See?! Weâre not making it up this time!
Hades: *takes a deep breath* Okay⊠as completely insane as this sounds⊠the kid vanished without a trace. *eyes the dirt wall suspiciously*
Hades: So I guess that means I gotta figure out how to get into this 'road'.
Child MC: ...
Child MC: I didn't know showers could be like that.
Idia: Mwehehe⊠itâs fast and efficient. It only takes a few minutes, unlike normal people who somehow waste an entire hour just washing themselves up.
Child MC: ...
Child MC: *imagines what it'd be like if souls in the Underworld could spin like a washing machine*
Child MC: ...
Child MC: *giggles*
Idia: (What is this kid thinking about?)
Ortho: MC, is there something you would like to eat?
Child MC: Worâ
Ortho: Except worms. *eye smile*
Child MC: ...
Child MC: Pomegranate?
Ortho: Hmm... I'll check. *giggles*
Idia and Ortho: ...
Child MC: *seems to be waiting for something while they eat the pomegranate; looks disappointed when it doesn't happen*
Consider: platonic yandere beasts discovering that their child had been unfairly imprisoned by cookies who hated them just for being the child of a beast.
In this scenario, the child would have been imprisoned soon after the beasts were sealed, until their parent finds them. Whether or not they aged is up to you.
đ Platonic Yandere Beasts â âThe Child in the Chainsâ
Silent Salt
The moment he finds the cell, the silence around him becomes suffocating. No sound escapes him, not even a breath.
When he sees you, frail and trembling, his expression doesnât shiftâbut the salt crystals around him begin to crack and crumble.
His touch is hesitant at first. You flinch away, and that small movement destroys something deep within him.
âThey hurt you,â he whispers, more statement than question.
His voice trembles not with sorrow, but with wrath restrained only by the memory that you are still here.
Every cookie who ever raised a hand against you becomes marked in his mind. When he leaves that cell, the silence follows himâspreading, devouring.
He never lets you out of his sight again. He hovers close, watching you sleep, eat, breatheâhis paranoia disguised as protection.
His vengeance isnât loud. Itâs patient, methodical. Towns vanish quietly overnight, leaving behind only a taste of salt in the wind.
Shadow Milk
The shadows in his body coil violently when he sees your bruised wrists. His armor creaks under his grip.
He kneels in front of you, a trembling giant. âDid they touch you?â His voice is deep, shaking with restrained fury.
When you nod, terrified, he snaps. The shadows surge outward, engulfing the prison in pure darkness.
When light returns, the only thing left standing is himâand you, safely in his arms.
From that moment on, his obsession deepens into something primal. He builds you a fortress of shadow, lets no one approach, not even the other Beasts.
You tell him you want sunlight, air, freedomâbut he believes those things only ever hurt you. âYou were safe in darkness once,â he murmurs, âand you will be again.â
Burning Spice
The rage in him ignites instantly. The flames around his body roar high enough to melt iron, his claws tearing through walls like paper.
When he finds you, malnourished and shaking, his flames dim for the first time in centuries. He gathers you close, murmuring your childhood nicknameâone you barely remember.
âThey dared to lock up my flame,â he growls, voice cracking. âThey tried to snuff you out.â
The heat of his fury burns for days, consuming entire regions. His revenge is not quietâhe wants the world to know.
When you finally beg him to stop, his hands tremble. âIf I stop, theyâll think they can take you again.â
He builds you a home at the heart of a scorched wastelandâso that no one can ever come near. To him, the isolation is safety. To you, itâs a cage.
Mystic Flour
The moment she sees you, she doesnât cryâshe collapses. Her body turns almost translucent, wisps of mystic energy swirling in panic.
She touches your face as though afraid youâll vanish again. âYou were supposed to be protected,â she murmurs. âI placed blessings on your very doughâŠâ
When she learns cookies imprisoned you because of her, the guilt consumes her. Her grief mutates into a kind of divine madness.
She casts illusions over your cell so you never see the remains of what she does to your captorsâtwisting their minds, turning them into living nightmares until they beg for the release she never grants.
You become the center of her world againâher child, her miracle.
âYou donât need the outside world,â she tells you gently, her tone trembling. âIt only ever wanted to break you.â
Eternal Sugar
When she first finds you, she freezes. The air grows sweet, thick, almost suffocating. Her beauty curdles into horror.
âThey caged my sweetness?â she whispers, her voice breaking like glass. âThey starved my darling?â
Every emotion she had repressed while imprisoned bursts out at onceârage, grief, maternal panic. Her wings cut through the air like blades.
She holds you close, nearly smothering you in her embrace. âItâs all right now,â she croons, sugar tears streaking her cheeks. âMamaâs here.â
She builds a sanctuary around youâa palace of crystallized sugar where nothing impure can enter. The world outside becomes irrelevant; only you matter.
If you show discomfort or fear, she smiles too brightly. âYouâre just confused. The world made you afraid of love. But Iâll fix that, my sweet.â
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