"what is that." you pointed to the items currently laid out in front of you on the table.
"what is what?" deuce asked cautiously, glancing at ace who seemed just as clueless, shrugging at his friend.
"guys, i asked for pads with wings. why the hell did you two buy wingless pads and fried chicken?" you pinched the bridge of your nose, groaning in exasperation.
the two of them froze over, staring at you with wide eyes and lips pursed in guilt-ridden surprise.
"...because, uh. we thought you meant 'wings', as in 'chicken wings'?" deuce tried carefully, smiling awkwardly and twiddling his thumbs.
"no, only you thought that. i told you that's not what the prefect meant." ace smacked deuce on the back of his head, glaring at his friend.
"huh?! but you said that-" deuce was about to snap back at his friend when you burst out in laughter, a wonderful guffaw that echoed across the walls of the ramshackle dorm.
"what? what's so funny?" the two couldn't even begin to understand why you began laughing.
"oh my god, you two are a fucking treasure trove..." you wheezed out in between giggles, your stomach starting to hurt from laughter. it honestly made you forget about your cramps for a moment.
"listen, how were we supposed to know what you meant by 'pads with wings'? we're teenage boys, dammit. we don't know that stuff!" ace bristled, feeling the heat of embarrasment rising on his cheeks.
"oh, so now you admit that you didn't know what you were doing either!" deuce furrowed his brows, glaring at the redhead, but he seemed equally embarrased by the affair.
okay, you honestly can't even be mad at them anymore. they're just way too entertaining sometimes.
or: when Malleus has to overcome cultural differences in order to ask you out; MINOR B7 SPOILERS
wc: 1.9k
ps. i can’t write kiss scenes sorry :((
Malleus had always had the misfortune of being estranged from social norms. So it was only natural that once he'd fall in love (despite how unexpected that was in itself) that he’d be clueless as to how to manage it. His only exposure to romance of any kind had been the few stories he’d heard about his parents. Which ultimately proved useless in the endeavour of pursuing your affection. As a result, Malleus could only attempt to emulate the few traditional Briar Valley courting methods he was familiar with, all while showing his love in a rather draconic way.
I
As a species, fae had a tendency to dedicate their time to what they perceived as truly valuable. Due to their long lifespans they had begun to appreciate the fleeting beauty of the world surrounding them. While some trees don’t even reach maturity during a fae’s lifespan, the full bloom of a flower lasts but a second when in contrast to their long-lasting existence. For this reason fae are the most avoidant when it comes to wasting their time, especially the younger generations who’ve begun to be influenced by the world outside of Briar Valley.
The way in which this manifests towards other’s is in receiving an abundance of attention. Prolonged periods of time spent either with, or admiring the object of one’s attention would be such a manifestation of affection. In Malleus’ case, this meant he’d spent a long time longingly gazing at you like the lovesick fool he was. Making eye contact as often as possible, which was often accompanied by slow blinking motions, to hopefully indicate how reluctant he was to tear his gaze away from you, even to do something as necessary as blink. Unfortunately for him, you’d remain clueless to his intentions. Unknowingly to him though, you had picked up on the slow blinks. But had mistakenly likened them to a reptile, assuming them to be the consequence of his draconic lineage as he was the only one to posses it. However those blinks should have been likened to the ones of a cat showing its affection (as they truly were a consequence of his infatuation).
II
Due to their past as recluses, the capabilities of the fae are often surrounded by misconceptions. One such misconception (which Lilia’s many pranks and quite a few of Sebek’s outbursts have managed to disprove) is the notion that the fae cannot lie. There are various other odd stories regarding the fae. One such story being the one regarding the effects of fae food on non-fae. Due to its high magical potential, eating fae food uninvited can have dire consequences (it is important to note however, that eating Lilia's cooking has horrific results simply due to his abysmal cooking skills rather than any affecting fae magic)
It came as a surprise when Malleus begun inviting you to the bi-monthly Diasomnia dinners, but it was an invitation that had brought you joy nonetheless. It begun after his enrollment in the culinary cruciable. He had taken great care to mention that he was in fact the one responsible for the dinner preparations (which seemed like assurance that it wasn't Lilia who was cooking). In fact, it was another attempt to court you. Due to various misunderstandings and assumptions, yet another of Malleus’ courting attempts went unnoticed. If only you had known about the true significance behind his actions; or rather hadn’t assumed the myths regarding fae food weren’t unwarranted stories you’d carried over from your world by mistake. Unlike some of the more dramatic stories about fae (like many myths regarding changelings and kidnappings) this one happened to be founded in a cross-dimensional truth. And so, Malleus’ attempts at ‘making his way to your heart through the stomach’ (as Lilia put it) had failed.
III
The need to protect what they hold near and dear to their heart is a very common one amongst fae, which is especially evident in Malleus who has already experienced so much loss. Malleus already posesses an extrordinary ammount of power, and as a fae with draconic lineage he’s even more compelled to use said power to ensure the security of all he finds precious. You were one such thing. As a result, he was seemingly hard-wired to protect you.
It started out small and barely noticeable, like most of his courtship attempts. At first, it was minuscule gestures, like magically removing hazardous rubble before you could even notice it during the occasional midnight walks spent in (objectively speaking) decrepit ruins. It escalated in a similarly subtle way. Evolving to guiding touches on the small of your back or the crook of your elbow. Then, it was his presence, clearing paths for you in the schools busy hallways, crowds dissolving at the mere sight of him. This was even more apparent once he’d begun joining you for lunch in the cafeteria. Coincidentally, on one such day a food fight broke out (curtesy of certain troublesome 1st year students sat a few tables away), one which you miraculosly escaped clean and unharmed from. What had seemed to be mere gestures of friendship and goodwill to you, had been much deeper to him. In truth, it was a declaration: You matter to me and I care for you so deeply that I will always ensure your protection, at any cost.
IV
Fae have many peculiar capabilities. Their magical aptitudes expand much further than any other species’, often manifesting in numerous walks of life. From an affinity for wildlife such as Silver’s (which stems from the blessing he received) all the way to enhanced senses and increased sensibility to magic, fae have developed in a different way. Their physiology is deeply tied to their magical capabilities, which often manifests as additional rare capabilities. Similarly to a unique magic, although much more common, these capabilities drew from the person’s respective characteristics. In the case of particularly powerful fae however, it unsurprisingly manifested as the ability to grant blessings. Blessings just like the one Malleus had granted you.
You’d suddenly found yourself to be luckier with each passing day: managing to get the last piece of your favourite cafeteria meal even though it was usually long gone before you even got in line or Crewel being late to the classes you were already late to so you ended up being marked as having been on time. These things, amongst many others, were a direct result of a certain blessing bestowed upon you (without your knowledge of course). However, you’d simply credited them to becoming more used to the way of life in NRC and your capability to integrate. After all, whose first guess as to a better quality of life would be a magical blessing from one of the most powerful beings in creation? The one thing you couldn’t quite explain however, was the rather abrupt decrease in Sebek’s outbursts. You’d eventually chalked it up to his gradual acceptance of the reluctant friendship he established with the rest of the 1st year group (which was also partly true, despite the fact that he’d never willingly acknowledge it). In actuality, fae blessings left a magical trace of sorts, one which was easily noticed by ones with an increased sensitivity to magic such as Sebek. Just what he managed to infer from said traces was something you’d remain unaware of, as he wisely decided it was best to leave things unmentioned. (The more powerful the caster, the more powerful the blessing, and more stongly felt magic. There certainly aren’t that many who could cast a blessing as strong as the one left on you. Sebek was in state of perpetual shock that stopped him from adressing it, while Lilia simply wasn’t a snitch. As a result, another one of Malleus’ gesutures went unnoticed.)
V
It’s a well known fact that whenever humans possess characteristcs drawing from animals, they tend to inherit certain urges and behavioural patterns. These behaviours range in both degree of effectivity and obviousness. These features are most obvious in beastmen (Jack’s tail wagging whenever he’s happy, similar to his canine counterpart), then mers (Azul having blue blood which would result in a purplish-blue blush due to his cephalopodic origin) Surprisingly, dragons in twisted wonderland deeply resemble the ones in this world. This is most evident in one aspect: the hoarding instinct. Both dragons, and dragon-adjecent beings have an innexplicable urge to collect things of value. (They’re like the British with other countries’ historical artifacts)
Intuitively, you cana determine that a dragon’s hoard would be their most prised possession; one they’d spare no effort in protecting and maintaining, especially after having spent possible centuries constructing it. Being so previous and valuable, these hoards are well hidden and protected, speculated to be the stuff of legend as they’ve never been witnessed to exist by a human eye. This suggests that the absolute highest honour anyone could receive would be to see this hoard, or even more so, touch an object part of it (the notion of being gifted something that had once been part of the hoard wasn’t even dreamt of).
You could only be surprised when trinkets of all sorts started showing up, seemingly out of nowhere. One day there was a beautiful shining gemstone on your windowsill. Another, a flower enchanted to never wilt. The gifts got more extravagant with each passing day, only further fueling your confusion (and slight irritation at the fact that despite all your efforts, this secret admirer still evaded your attempts to catch them in the act of leaving something behind) While this certainly hadn’t been Malleus’ intention, he’d narrowly missed you every time he’d left you behind a gift. Without any additional clues it had been impossible for you for to determine who had been leaving the gifts, resulting in yet another one of Malleus’ courting attempts to fail.
VI
Courtship amongst the fae (and various other residents of Briar Valley) was done in steps, increasing in the degree of affection the pursuant would display towards the object of their affections. After all, every relationship begins with small doses of affection before declaring full-blown “i love you”’s. The ultimate approach to courtship was an outright declaration of intent (which traditionally consisted of a first stage of reciprocal correspondence, followed by seeking the blessings of the other person’s family) Due to the situation at hand, Malleus resigned himself to expressing his deep infatuation feelings through a letter, deciding to leave it accompanied by another gift.
The following night, he’d shown up in the usual burst of magic at Ramshackle’s front porch. Just as usual, you threw on your coat, opened the door and went outside greeting him in a soft voice. What deviated from your usual routine however, was the fact that you were tightly, albeit carefully, clutching a letter in your hand. Further deviating from the norm, you begun to hold eye contact with him instead of immediately setting off on your walk like usual.
“I read your letter. All this time, I… I can’t believe that, well, you, umm…” you took another breath to steel your nerves before asking:
“You love me?”
“Irrevocably.” he answered with such a certainty that it seemed he was recounting an infallible truth
In that moment you leaned towards one another sharing a shy and hesitant, yet deeply loving kiss, all while interlacing hands with one another. Separating with matching grins, turning towards the path, going on the first of many nightly walks turned dates.
these fics are from fandoms i no longer write for, and were posted a few years ago. my writing has improved significantly since and these fics are not indicative of my current capabilities; i wanted to edit them to go with my new theme but gave up after one post :)
TLDR: (possibly) bad & cringey fics ahead
♡⃗ why did you save me (bsd dazai osamu x reader)
♡⃗ coming out to bsd charas (various x reader)
♡⃗ annoying akutagawa (bsd akutagawa x reader)
♡⃗ hcs ranpo x cat like s/o (bsd ranpo x reader)
♡⃗ hcs sugar daddy francis (bsd francis x reader)
♡⃗ soulmate au (bsd atsushi x reader)
♡⃗ guilt (bsd atsushi x reader)
♡⃗ fyodor hcs (bsd fyodor)
♡⃗ handling rejection (bsd dazai & poe; mtp william; saiki k; black butler ronald)
♡⃗ yandere hcs (mtp william x reader)
♡⃗ s/o who draws on their arms when stressed (bsd fyodor; dazai; chuuya)
♡⃗ yandere s/o (bsd poe; chuuya; kunikida)
♡⃗ tears and broken deals (bsd atsushi x reader)
♡⃗ his name had once been dazai (bsd dazai)
♡⃗ first dates with them (bsd chuuya; dazai)
♡⃗ stereotypical love (date hcs w various genshin men)
♡⃗ sorrows of the court (genshin neuvillette x reader)
♡⃗ kisses in the rain (genshin xiao; ayato; heizou)
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i had an epiphany. these are the languages i hc these two having as their mother tongues btw
oh also i used a translator/websites for these so if you actually speak greek or german try not to cringe too hard at the innacuracies/mistakes (ich kann ein bisschen deutsch sprechen aber nicht genug um es zu schreiben (und ich mache viele fehler lol)) - translations at the end
idia shroud - greek⋅˚₊‧
you casually walked into your boyfriend's room (as is habit) and he was playing videogames with his headset on (as is habit).
he didn't even notice you on account of that headset of his, so you made it your personal goal to make him pay for that. in your own little way.
so you slowly walked up behind him, gently lifting the headset away from one of his ears and whispering to him: "idia, μου ανήκεις."
"B-B-BWHAAAAT?!" he nearly fell off his chair in his panic, his hair flickering like it always does when you catch him off guard. and what did you just say to him?
"oh, i just said μου λείπεις, is all. you never come over, babe..." you acted nonchalant, straightening out a crumpled sleeve on your t-shirt.
"that is NOT what you just said." he was heaving, staring at you with wide eyes, hair glowing a beautiful shade of pink.
"you sure your ears work fine? have you been cranking up the volume on your headphones again?" you took a few measured, confident steps towards him, enjoying how each one made his eyes widen a fraction more.
"a-and since when do you know how to speak my language anyways?!" idia shot the question out as a desperate attempt to detract from the way you're stalking closer to him like a predator circles their prey.
you just smiled in response, inching closer and reaching out to gently cup his chin. "Είσαι πολύ όμορφος, ξέρεις."
"H-HEY, THAT DOESN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION AT ALL!!" he looked like he was seconds away from fainting. or exploding, either one works, really.
"just thought it would be nice to show my affection in a way that hits closer to home for you, αστεράκι μου." you grinned coyly. i mean, you technically aren't lying since that was part of the reason you picked up learning greek. the main reason was just to see him freak out, though.
"wait, WAIT, offer some reprieve over here!! my hp's too low for this!!!"
"Θα μπορούσα να σας βοηθήσω να το αποκαταστήσετε." you said smoothly and he let out a yelp in response, like you were threatening him rather than flirting with him.
you're gonna kill this loserboy one of these days.
vil schoenheit - german⋅˚₊‧
admittedly, you were a bit nervous going into this. you've been studying german in secret for about a year at this point and have been practicing the things you want to say for the entire day, now.
you knew that vil wouldn't scold you if you made a little mistake but it's still a little nerve-racking trying out something so new and unknown to you with a person who tends to expect perfection and nothing but.
you showed up to his room at the allotted time, clenching and unclenching your fist before entering.
"vil, du siehst sehr gut aus. habe ich das dir oft genug gesagt?" you put on your best confident smile, swallowing your nerves.
the hand holding a costly bottle of moisturiser stilled for a moment and he turned his head towards you in a motion that somehow looked poised despite the evident surprise on his face.
his face shifted to a satisfied smile after a moment. "there's never a dull moment with you, is there?"
you fidgeted with the bracelet vil gifted you, sheepishly asking "uhm... i didn't mess up the pronunciation, or anything, did i?"
"dear, haven't i told you a thousand times already that confidence suits you much better than uncertainty?" vil's satisfied smile dropped and you yelled at yourself internally for ruining the mood.
"right, uhh, let's try that again..." you mumbled, clearing your throat and starting again.
"deine augen glänzen wie geschliffene amethyste… dein haar ist weich wie seide und deine haut ist wie eine edle perl-"
you sigh in defeat, looking down at the floor. "...i'm realising just now that these sound like bad lines from a cheesy romcom."
maybe you were a little in over your head with this one. it sounded a lot more romantic in your head and vil's expectant stare certainly didn't do you any favours.
after a moment of awkward silence, he got up from his coquettish vanity and walked to your side with a confident gait. he tilted your head up so you could stare directly into his unfairly beautiful eyes.
"perhaps. but i find that such lines are much more effective when being spoken face-to-face. so, how about we start from the top?" he smiled at you.
oh, he was enjoying this, wasn't he....
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translations:
μου ανήκεις - you belong to me
μου λείπεις - i miss you
Είσαι πολύ όμορφος, ξέρεις. - you are very handsome, you know
Θα μπορούσα να σας βοηθήσω να το αποκαταστήσετε - i could help you restore it (his hp)
vil, du siehst sehr gut aus. habe ich das dir oft genug gesagt? - vil, you look really good. do i tell you that enough?
deine augen glänzen wie geschliffene amethyste… dein haar ist weich wie seide und deine haut ist wie eine edle perl- - your eyes shine like polished amethysts… your hair is as soft as silk, and your skin is like a refined pearl- (line cuts off)
i think its just a mobile issue but yea... just read more on any post tbh and then use the reccomended posts thing??? i dont have that many fics up rn anyway ull prolly find what ur looking for
ruggie with a romanian s/o who introduced him to what becomes one of his favourite holidays
ruggie who, despite never saying it, was always worried about his romantic prospects
ruggie who discovered a whole new world of worries once he started dating you because it was his first actual relationship
ruggie who staryed to worry as february drew near, overhearing various students discussing valentines day plans
ruggie who was overrun by anxiety: scared that no matter what he'd somehow lose; either romantic gestures (in the most expensive season) would affect his hard earned savings or his penny pinching habbits would sacrifice romantic moments
ruggie who didnt know how to bring up not quite traditionally celebrating valentines day without seeming like an uncaring, only doing the bare minimum bf
ruggie who was secretly relieved when you brought up the topic first and presented him with the greatest alternative
ruggie who clears the shelves a week after valentines, when everything is already discounted
ruggie who shows up at ramshackle's door on the 24th of february with a pretty bouquet, a box of chocolates and a valentines card (now scribbled over to say happy dragobete instead of happy valentines day) and an award winning grin
ruggie who doesnt have the biggest bouqet, or the fanciest chocolates but it doesnt change anything. it was always about the gesture and intent, not about spending the most money.
ruggie who now gets the same romantic milestones, all without having to mourn his wallet
ruggie who decides he has a new favourite holiday. not just because its an upgraded and cheaper valentines only you two get to experience; but because it allows you to feel a bit more at home while in a world where you can't find it again
ruggie who decides in that moment to learn all he can about your culture and spends the day (that he ensured would have free) with you, likely cuddling in each others arms as he asks you all about romania
ruggie who, next month surprises you with a handmade attempt at a mărțișor <3
😠 Everything You Wanted | Leona Kingscholar & Malleus Draconia
>> requested: no
>> a/n: i was listening to we hug now by sydney rose..
>> masterlist: here!!
>> summary: leona and malleus both cant see what the other one can
>> reader prns: n/a
>> warning(s): none
Leona is jealous of Malleus. He can't stand his stoic demeanor and how he can't be bothered to treat everyone else like they're even remotely human. How Malleus treats everyone else, how he treats Leona like they're just specks of dirt and he's the sun. He envies how people trail after him like he was everything they aren't.
He thinks every day about how he's always one-upped by someone else. When he first got into NRC, Leona didn't think that he would be a 20-year-old third-year who could care less about graduating. He thought he would soar, finally getting out from the shadow his older brother cast over him. He didn't.
Meeting Malleus was Leona's greatest downfall, second only to being born. The first, second, and third time they dueled, Leona still somewhat believed in himself. After that, he only fought because of the bitterness he had.
He wishes he was as strong as Malleus;
Malleus doesn't understand Leona. He doesn't understand how someone could fight for themselves for so long. He's confused at how people could still want to be around him, despite being irritable all the time. He's jaundiced by how people can bear his attitude, and how people aren't as scared of him than they are of him. He's bitter that those same people will grow and laugh with him.
He still remembers their first encounter like it was yesterday. He was still seventeen, and yet Leona was not. Looking upon his young features for the first time, he was confused by how someone so young looking was so strong. Fighting him was slightly amusing for Malleus; he's dealt with worse, and yet found this entertaining. It wasn't a bad fight, it was decently matched, but he would end up winning. He always did.
The next year, when he looked at Leona for more than a minute, he noticed the differences. The hair length, the crease in his brow, the frown grazing his lips, the entourage that followed him. And the year after that, the cortège this time with even more people. When the year after that hit, and Malleus was still there, but so was Leona, he was confused. He had spark, or at the very least a drive. He'd overhear the talk and concern from teachers about Leona. The humanity was lost on him.