Name: Calypso Reverie
Age: (whoâs really counting? Iâm somewhere between a memory and a dream)
Status: Learning guitar but dreaming of the stage / Writing the stories I wish I could live / Artist in progress ;)
Vibe: Red & black with a touch of chaos đ
Major/Interest: Art, Writing, Music, all things I canât escape / Trying to live outside the lines / Creative mess waiting to happen
đ„ WHO AM I?
Iâm learning the art of screaming softly â guitar in one hand, pen in the other
Punk rock music fuels my thoughts, but so does the chaos of a good story~
I live in the in-between: memories fading like old songs, echoes of people long gone
I dream about art, write like Iâm fighting ghosts, and create like Iâm running out of time (Yes, that is a Hamilton reference.)
Art Instagram: @[TBA]
AO3 Writing: @[TBA]
đ” MUSIC (because itâs a vibe)
Iâm constantly on the hunt for new songs and memories I can wear like a badge. Hereâs whatâs keeping me alive right now:
Spotify Playlist: Calypso's Playlist
Current song I'm obsessing over: Punk Tactics - Joey Valence and Brae
đż WHY IâM HERE
To share the chaos, the art, the music, and the memories Iâm collecting
I want to find people who feel the same â people who arenât afraid to bleed for their creativity or let their mistakes become something beautiful
Maybe, just maybe, youâll find your own stories here too, in the wreckage of my thoughts
Iâm diving into this world of art, music, and writing because I canât let it pass by like an old memory, I don't want to forget anymore.
Also, in case you couldnât tell â Iâm vibin hard with the whole Eidolon thing. Maybe thatâs just me⊠maybe itâs you, too~
đČ GAMBLING WITH MEMORIES
Sometimes life feels like a card game: you win some, you lose some, and then youâre left with the remnants of what you had. Itâs all about knowing when to fold and when to bet it all. Hereâs what Iâm playing for:
Memories, past and future. A chance to rewrite the stories, maybe not better, but different.
Art, writing, guitar. All I can ever really hold onto in this world.
Everything else? Just chips Iâm tossing into the pot.
đ€ CURRENT PROJECTS
Learning guitar, writing stories that feel like theyâll slip away if I donât keep them chained down
Art commissions coming soon â DM if you want to work with me when I get it all set up! ;]
Memories â writing about them, drawing them, turning them into something that feels more like me and less like a fading ghost
â ïž DISCLAIMER:
Just so weâre clear, this is a persona, a living, breathing collection of stories, art, and dreams. This isnât all just me â itâs a lot of what Iâm trying to become and the things Iâve already lost. We all have our pieces, right?
Context: Being a decent person is quite a rare thing in NRC and many of the students there wanted to have some time with you, but your inner circle of friends won't let that slide at all. Here are some of their reaction to someone bothering their time with you.
Other dorms: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia
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Thankies for waiting! Rosie had a nice birthday and rest day. The last post will be posted as usual on the mondays at random! I hope you enjoy this one :3
i was wondering if youâd be willing to write something about deuce (+ anyone else you wanna add!! pls feel free to do that) helping out a fem yuu reader who gets creeped on by nrc dudes? i can only imagine how weird some ppl would act with a girl in an all boys schoolâŠ
take care and drink water!! <3
My first request is actually something that I feel like isn't talked about alot but would definitely happen! You take care aswell and drink water too!!!
(I added Jack because he's such an underrated character and I love him so much)
Jeepers Creepers
Featuring Deuce Spade and Jack Howl.
TW: Uncomfortable behavior, mentions of stalking, forced restraint (in Jacks part), NPCs being creeps, mentions of past trauma, use of Yuu in place of reader, might be ooc but I try my best to portray the character rightđââïž.
Genre: Hurt/Comfort but like squiggly?
When Deuce first saw you, a girl, come crashing out of that coffin during the entrance ceremony, his first thought was 'I thought this was an all boys school?' and not 'wow, I feel bad for her.'
However that is definitely what he's started thinking as of late.
When you first told Deuce some of his dormmates were starting to creep on you, he was furious.
Not Ace, Cater or Trey no, some of the... other guys.
Of course, he didn't want to believe it, maybe they were just trying to be friends with you in an awkward guy way?
But when Deuce saw the way some of the guys were looking at you, he felt a strange sense of shame and anger fill his chest.
He knew that look. He had, regrettably, given that look once or twice back then to fit in with his delinquent friends.
Immediately noticing how much you noticed the stares, and how you seemed to be trying to shrink inside yourself, Deuce not so subtly moved his chair closer to yours and threw his dorm jacket over your shoulders.
The look of gratitude you gave him made his heart (and pride) swell, and he smiled when you sat up straighter and spoke a little louder at the table now.
Unfortunately, the jacket along with Deuces glares at anyone who even looked in your direction only worked for so long, and the pastry tray at your table was thinning out quickly.
You got up, under the pretense that you wanted some more macrons, and walked over to the extras table to grab some more.
Unfortunately, that action would spell your doom as one of the guys who had been particularly persistent, slid up next to you and slung his arm around your shoulder, whispering something in your ear that made you flinch.
Deuce saw red.
He stood up so fast the table almost flipped, earning protests from the others seated, and cracked his knuckles, about to march over there and beat that guy into the ground when-
For some reason, he looked back at Ace.
Ace was yelling something at him, but he couldn't hear it, all he could see was Ace, and for some reason that gave him a brilliant idea.
By the time he looked back, you were running to the table with tears in your eyes, telling him and the others that you needed to leave.
He understood, helping you pack your things and walking you to the exit back to the hall of mirrors.
You hugged him tight, thanking him for the support then ran off.
That night, Deuce enacted his evil plan. He didn't find every student who gave you dirty looks and beat them up, no. He didn't start sending out dearth threats to their doors, no.
He did something much, much more terrifying
"Ridd- I mean Housewarden. Today at the unbirthday party, some members of the dorm were making Yuu extremely uncomfortable."
The next morning, you awoke to frantic knocking at your door, and you opened it to find Deuce standing there, looking like he'd just won a Nobel prize.
"Prefect! Come with me, I have something to show you!"
He dragged you back to Heartslabyul, all while ignoring your confused complaints, and dragged you through the mirror. What you saw on the other side was pure gold.
Every guy that had been creeping on you the past few weeks was slaving away at the rose bushes under Riddles less than pleased supervision, and even better?
They were all collared. TWICE. Which you didn't even know was possible.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Cater leaning against a tree, livestreaming the entire thing with a smug look on his face, clearly enjoying his day off. As well as Ace, who was also collared but you had the idea that it was for different reasons.
When Riddle saw you, he immediately rushed over and bowed deeply, apologizing for the disgraceful behavior of his dormembers, using words you'd never even heard of before.
You quickly told him to stand up and that it wasn't his fault but he insisted that the offending students would be thoroughly punished.
All in all, you felt extremely out of place, especially considering you were still in your pajamas, but you eventually accepted Riddles apology.
And Deuce had started accommodating for you as well.
He offers to walk behind you in the halls, lends you his jacket when you feel exposed, threatens anyone who looks at you strangely.
I would be insanely sweet if he wasn't getting in trouble for it every 2 days, but oh well.
When you tell him about how, in your world, guys creeping on girls was super common and that you had been stalked by some of the guys in your school before, he got angry on your behalf and vowed to defend you against any more weirdos you might come across here. Like a knight in shining armor.
I'm the end, your NRC experience was made somewhat easier by the future honor student Deuce Spade.
When Leona miraculously allowed you to stay in Savannaclaw after the Leech twins kicked you out of Ramshackle, Jack had thought the dorm would feel like a blessing compared to your old living conditions.
However, he quickly learned that a blessing and a curse are two sides of the same coin.
When you first told Jack that you were feeling certain dorm members were creeping on you, his face did this thing that looked like he was speedrunning all five stages of grief in 10 seconds.
He tried to reassure you by saying they were just not used to seeing a girl in the dorm, and were probably trying to mark their territory by scaring you away.
Jack has come to deeply regret those words.
At first, he just watched, trying to see what in their behavior made you feel this way.
Occasionally, one of the guys would approach you and try to make conversation, and Jack was becoming acutely aware of how they slowly seemed to be testing your personal space.
An arm around your shoulders here, a tail curled around your leg there, he tried to tell himself they were just being friendly, that his dorm members wouldn't stoop so low as forcing themselves onto you.
But he couldn't ignore they way they laughed when you told them to stop.
He would stick around you more to try and ward the guys off and eventually went around to talk to them about personal space and how they needed to respect your "No".
One day, Jack got out of track club early because Deuce was called in by professor Crewel for remedial lessons, and the club let out 10 minutes before usual.
As Jack crossed through the mirror portal, he saw you being crowded by a bunch of his dormates.
One of them had your wrists in a tight grip, hanging you slightly of the ground as another angrily jabbed a finger at your chest.
You were crying.
Jack moved immediately.
He came crashing in like a cannonball and punched the guy locking your wrists. The second you fell to the ground, Jack ushered you away, telling you to run to Leona's room where no one would follow.
He was beyond angry, and he's pretty sure he broke someone's arm, but by the time Leona and Ruggie got back, Jack was the only one not groaning in pain.
Leona raised an eyebrow at him and Jack told him to go to his room and see for himself what happened.
When Leona came back, you were trailing after him, and he took one look at the beaten Savannaclaw boys and snarled
"Get the hell out of my dorm."
You hugged Jack tightly, thanking him for saving you and he awkwardly hugged you back, choosing to ignore they way his tail wagged with relief that you were safe (he's so nonchalant).
The next day, the group of boys were packing their bags to go home.
After this, Jack started hanging around you more, doing very subtle things to help you out.
Walking you to class, lending you his jacket, small things he could pass of as courtesy and not because he's worried something will happen again.
He isn't. (He definitely is.)
He knows you can handle yourself, it's just a lingering thought in the back of his mind.
Anyways, with wolf beastman Jack Howl by your side, navigation through Night Raven definitely got alot easier.
was gonna draw more butttsss i got burnt out by it a little gahahha THOUGHH seeing how this was from a while ago, itd be fun to see how much my artâs changed đ€
ኞ grim was an annoyance to everyone, but the ramshackle prefect never made him feel as if he was one.
Grim was the type of creature to act tougher, with more hisses than bites, because that was how the world had taught him to be.
Grim was the type of creature to act tougher, with more hisses than bites, because that was how the world had taught him to be.
That is until he met you.
He had never known the comfort and safety a pair of arms wrapped around him could bring. It was unfamiliar, to have such a nice feeling when all his life, heâd been seen as nothing but a mere rascal that causes disturbance and annoyance to anyone who has the misfortune of meeting him. It wasn't his fault, dreams are meant to be big and hard to achieve, right? So why was it that others sneered and mocked his dreams of achieving a bright future where people will acknowledge him as something other than a bother? Other students could dream without experiencing any of the things he had gone through.Â
Grim truly believes that in order for him to be loved, he must go down as one of the greatest. He would fight fangs and claws just to be able to achieve that feat.
But how come youâve only nodded at him and told him that you believe he could reach his dreamâa dream that seemed so unreachable for a creature like him no matter how much he denies itâall while having that stupid smile on your face?
It was weird. You were weird.
In a world where the weak could only dream of dethroning the strong, and the strong overshadowing the weak; Grim was only meant to be a mere speck of dirt in the vast lands of the world, but for reasons unknown to him, you decided that the same speck of dirt is nothing but a gem in the making. A great mage in the making, to be exact.Â
So, Grim decided that maybe you were worth keeping by his side. If only to have someone who would listen so attentively to his ramblings about being the best, to have someone he could share warmth with when the nights grow too cold, and lastly, to have someone he could finally consider as one of his ownâa family. (though youâd never catch him saying something so corny, heâs going to become the greatest afterall!)
âHench-human! The Great Grim has decided, you can stay by my side even if youâre weaker than me, myahahaha!â
âIs that so?â You dusted off the bed, sparing a glance at the lounging creature near you, âIf the Great Grim so desires, then I shall be your âhench-humanâ forever âtill you get tired of lil olâ me.âÂ
âMyah! Ya better be! Or else Iâll cast one of my powerful spells on ya!âÂ
âYes, yes,â You nodded your head repeatedly, âthis pitiful hench-human understands. Now, shall the Great Grim lay down to take his oh-so-precious sleep?â You patted the bed and leaned to the side as Grim leaped on the bed.Â
â...Are you happy, Grim?âÂ
âMrah! What kind of question is that? âCourse I am! Iâm getting stronger now!â You smiled, a one so soft and affectionate just like the look in your eyes that made Grim pause. Your hand petting his head slowly made him snap out of it, normally, heâd reprimand you for it, but.. at the moment, Grim can feel himself getting drowsy as his eyes get heavier.
âIâm glad you are, because I am too.âÂ
Grim remembers it so clear, that was the last thing he heard before his eyes shut close and his mind went to dream land. You said you were happy, you told him that youâd be by his side. You promised, you said that promises arenât meant to be brokenâthat theyâre sacred things between people.Â
So, why did you leave? Â
Was he so annoying that youâd up and leave him the moment you got the chance to go back to your world, a world where your real family resides. (but wasnât he your family too?)
Grim only remembers how chaotic his insides felt. He wanted to lash out to you, to everyone who abused your kindnessâyour softness. He couldn't, though, your last words to him before you left, he had to engrave it into his stubborn heart.Â
âYouâre a big boy now, GrimâŠand sometimes, the greatest need to stand on their own.â You slide your hand over his head, âwill you do that for me, Great Grim?âÂ
He nodded, the only response he could make. Grim felt as if Floyd had dropped him in the freezing pool that the Octavinelle dorm has.Â
âThank you, Grim.â
A kiss to the forehead was your last goodbye to him. He wanted to chase after you, to yell at you that his hench-human canât abandon him. But, your words echoed through the chaos within. Heâll have to suck it all up, to act brave just like before, and pretend that your departure wasnât making his eyes teary. Still, a few drops escaped out of his eyes but your back only grew smaller, your hand wonât be wiping away the tears anymore. So, heâll deal with it.
Rare post from me here but since this left my hand suffering for 3 days then Iâll post this
Itâs a comic for my 4th anniversary with Jade𫶠(29th of July)
Reminder than Iâm nonsharing so please refrain from interacting if u r a double or have oc x canon with him, refrain from love mailing him and also the brown hair guy itâs me (not a girl, im nonbinary so they/them)
(Got bored, wrote this. This is mostly the dorms themselves interacting with reader as opposed to the main characters. Please take with grain of salt as every autisticâs experiences will be different, I tried to go off what I knew/experienced and keep things general)
Heartslabyul
Youâre either thriving or surviving. Unbirthday parties go one of two ways. Following routine and being put together or a chaotic mess. If you keep to the sidelines, the chaos can be fun to watch sometimes.
Someone usually has an eye on you once the party starts to fall apart though, mostly since Riddle can be loud. If needed, thereâs a dedicated area just for Heartslabyulâs honorary dorm member where you can sit, relax, and enjoy time with sweets or even the hedgehogs and flamingos.
Whether or not the unbirthday party goes south, your safe foods/treats are always present. If you donât end up joining that day, said foods are instead packaged and sent off to Ramshackle for later enjoyment.
Savanaclaw
More fun than youâd expect. One person makes a noise, you echo it, and five others follow. The echolalia loop can last for a while. Leona finds it endearing until it happens at 3am.
No one dares poke fun at you for stimming, only ever intervening if your stims lean to the harmful side. (Like skin picking)
Youâre treated like one of the pack. If someone messes with you, then clearly they have a death wish. Congratulations, you now have at least one Savanaclaw bodyguard near you at all times during school hours.
Octavinelle
You are the sole exception to Azulâs contracts. If you struggle with reading between lines and finding hidden meanings, no one has the heart to try and trick you. (Especially if youâre like me and try to be overly nice to everyone đ) On the flip side, no one from any other dorm can try to trick you without several merfolk on their ass.
If you like booth seats at restaurants, one is always open for you at the lounge. Your own personal VIP section :) Your favorite drinks and foods are also always on the menu.
Youâre given space when needed and touch when wanted. Floyd starts his signature squeezes light before tightening his hold, letting you pick the perfect amount of pressure instead of diving in.
I imagine gifts in general mean different things to merfolk, so a general agreement is made if youâre one to gift random cool objects you find. Most natural gifts are to be avoided by you as they usually have significant meanings to merfolk (rocks are the only exception since rocks are always cool to gift), and in return anyone in Octavinelle should expect a random gift from you to be just that and nothing more. Unless of course your gift happens to be explicitly stated as otherwise.
Scarabia
If you donât mind the heat, youâre fine. If not? Iâm sorry.
Jokes aside, someone is always keeping an eye on you, making sure youâre not going to suddenly collapse from heat stroke.
Outside of the temperature, the dorm is usually lively and welcoming. A bit much at times if Kalim throws a party, but like Heartslabyul, you have a dedicated area to retreat to if needed.
Safe foods are kept in good stock for you, and youâre always welcome to try anything new you see. Itâs also encouraged you try new foods, but never forced, especially if your brain tries to tell you something is poisoned based on looks alone. (You know itâs not, but your brain says otherwise.)
Pomefiore
Sensory hell. Iâm sorry. Whether itâs the texture of something or the far too many different perfume/cologne smells, one or more of your senses is having a rough time. Despite that, the dorm members all take care when near you, knowing one strong whiff or touch could overstimulate you.
Outside of the sensory aspect, you arenât crushed under the pressure of looking or smelling amazing. Many neurodivergents struggle with certain things, and if youâre one to struggle with hygiene or personal care, you can count on at least 4 Pomefiore members ready to help however they can.
Gestures of any kind are always well thought out and sweet, from gifts to adjusting a strand of your hair or clothes, Pomefiore dorm members make sure you look your best.
Ignihyde
You hear every single electrical appliance. But many of the dorm members are prepared to reduce the use of unneeded electricity if you come by.
There are also pairs of noise cancelling headphones in every room you enter. You never enter or roam Ignihyde without a pair.
Parallel play is accepted and encouraged. You can hang out in the lounge with a few others, quietly watching one work or maybe doing your own thing. Itâs quiet. Itâs relaxing. You find it a bit funny seeing everyone jump when you suddenly sneeze.
Safe foods and snacks are guaranteed.
Diasomnia
Almost nobody dances around their words with you. No double meanings. No reading between lines. Just honest communication.
You could ask fifty questions at once and each one would be answered. Your curiosity is welcomed and encouraged! (Especially if itâs about magic. You can waste hours in Diasomnia asking about magic.)
Another dorm that enjoys your vocal stims. Less likely to echo them like Savanaclaw members, but youâll have several people smiling when you walk in mimicking whatever animal you met on the way there.
Hyperfixation ranting? Everyone knows how to handle those thanks to Malleus talking ears off about gargoyles. Youâll have three people listening and at least one trying to engage with questions.
In which they think you want to break up! âč àŁȘ Ë
incl: 7 demon brothers + thirteen & barbatos
a/n: My beautiful intelligent Barbatos could never get the wrong idea âïž first post in MONTHS yikes sorry guys take this as a peace offeringâŠđ I will try to post atleast once a week again now as I finally have some motivation!! again Iâm very sorry for the complete lack of posts, I appreciate you all!! <33
âWoah! Blackjack,â Mammon laughed loudly as the dealer flipped over the last card. The whole casino would stop to look over at him but he didnât care, especially when you were his good luck charm. âCome on, baby. Give me another kiss,â he turned to you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you closer in his lap and only smiled more when you gave into his demands. âThere it is!â
The dealer looked completely done with the two of you. He usually had to deal with Mammon as a regular but he was easily ten times worse when you came. Public displays of affection, sickening, sweet words that made you blush, and shameful touches that made Asmo look conservative.
âHow much this time, treasure?â Mammon asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and looked up at you with those lovesick eyes. He rested his chin on your shoulder and squeezed you tightly before relaxing again. âYour call,â he muttered as he kissed your shoulder sweetly.
âUh,â you muttered as you looked over the pile of poker chips he only seems to gather when youâre around. You shifted slightly in his lap, it didnât matter how many times the two of you had done this before but you still always got shy out in public. âFifty?â
Mammon looked up at you with hooded eyes before glancing down out at the chips with the same look. Neither of you said it but you both knew his greed was growing with the way your bond mark glowed beneath your jacket. âFifty,â he nodded before sliding the exact amount of chips forward. âSure thing. Here we go!â
The two of you watched as the dealer shuffled the cards one more time. It didnât take long before Mammon started kissing your shoulder and neck again. You were already embarrassed by the attention it was drawing and it didnât help that the featherlight kisses were making you laugh a bit due to how ticklish you were. The dealer finally passed out the cards before looking at the two of you with a deadpan look.
âYou do it,â Mammon smirked slightly as he looked up at you. He couldnât help but glance down at the cards in delight as his thumb brushed over your hip repeatedly. âYou have better luck than I do. Flip them, Sweets.â
You couldnât help but nod as you reached over to flip the cards. The first was a ten, which only made you and Mammon grow more excited. âAce,â you heard him mutter as he squeezed you tighter. You flipped over the last card to reveal a nine, much to his dismay. âItâs okay,â he shrugged as he kissed your cheek. âLetâs just see what heâs got.â
The dealer sighed as the two of you remembered he was there. He finally flipped over his two cards to reveal a pair of nines. âYes!â Mammon laughed at the lower amount before turning to you and kissing you dramatically. He deepened the kiss easily with a hand on the back of your head. âMmph,â he whined into the kiss a bit before pulling back with a bright smile. âMy lucky charm-â
âMammon!â A booming voice sounded through the whole casino. There was a sudden silence as the two of you turned around to see Lucifer standing there with his arms crossed.
Mammon quickly jumped up and pushed you off his lap. You simply watched as he shoved a bunch of poker chips into his pockets as Lucifer walked over. âHey, Luci.â You waved casually as the older demon walked over.
â(Name),â he greeted casually as he stopped next to you. He looked you over briefly before nodding. âYou lookâŠnice.â
âThanks,â you nodded before stepping back as he turned to his brother.
âLucifer,â Mammon laughed nervously as he continued to shove chips into his suit jacket. âWhat are you doing here-ahh!â
Lucifer didnât even let him finish before grabbing Mammon by his collar. He turned and started to drag his younger brother out the casino, much to the dealers delight. âHey! My moneyâŠâ Mammon pouted as the chips fell out of his jacket and the rest sat there on the table, mocking him.
You simply sighed as you shook your head. You followed after him with a sympathetic yet amused look. âOh, MammonâŠâ
âŠâYou looked just like a dog that got scolded for the first time. All surprised and a little sulky. It was cute.â
Floyd was trouble, and everyone at NRC knew it.
He thrived on it. The way the little guppies scattered when his long shadow stretched down a hallway. The nervous glances, the sudden silence when he laughed that sharp edged laugh of his. Most students learned early not to mess with him. Those who didnât usually regretted it. Floyd enjoyed watching them squirm. He liked getting what he wanted without having to ask twice.
Of course, Jade and Azul kept a careful eye on him. Not because they could truly stop him when the mood struck, but because any mess Floyd made had a tendency to splash back onto the entire dorm. Still, even they had to admit his particular brand of intimidation was useful. Especially when someone tried to wriggle out of a deal with Azul.
Which was exactly why Floyd was currently huntingthrough the empty corridors of the main building after classes had ended.
You had made a deal with Azul. Nothing written, nothing signed, smart of you, really, but a deal nonetheless. Azul had handed over the answers to an upcoming test in exchange for a few shifts at the mostro lounge. You never showed. Azul had been irritated, though heâd covered it with that polite, smile of his. He liked you. Considered you a decent enough friend. But business was business, and unpaid debts made him twitchy.
So heâd sent Floyd.
You were walking alone, the late afternoon light slanting through the tall windows and painting the stone floor in gold. Your footsteps echoed softly. You werenât paying much attention to anything beyond the quiet and the faint ache in your shoulders from a long day.
Then a hand closed around your upper arm. It was sudden and strong. You barely had time to gasp before you were spun and shoved back against the wall hard enough that the air left your lungs in a short, startled rush. Your bag slipped from your shoulder and hit the floor.
Floyd towered over you. He was grinning, that wide, sharp toothed grin that made most people take an automatic step back. His eyes were bright with amusement and something sharper underneath. One of his hands stayed planted against the wall beside your head. The other still held your arm.
âYouâre pretty stupid, you know that?âŠâ he said, voice low and almost playful. âThinking that you can play around with Azul and not pay up. Did you really believe heâd just let it slide?â
You stared at the floor, at the tips of his shoes. Your heart was pounding. You didnât answer.Floydâs grin widened for a second, then flattened into something closer to annoyance.
âAwâŠ. come ooon. Already in scared little kitty cat mode? Thatâs boring.â He leaned in closer, the scent of seawater clinging to him. âI was hoping for a little more fight. Or at least some fun excuses.â
Still nothing.
His free hand came up and caught your jaw, tilting your face up with firm pressure so you had no choice but to look at him. The movement was rough, almost careless, the way he handled most things that didnât interest him for long.
âYou deaf or what?â he asked, voice dropping. âI asked you a question.â
Your eyes met his and heâŠfroze.
Heâd expected fear. Shame, maybe. A little shine of tears if he pushed you too hard against the wall. That was the usual reaction. People looked at him and saw teeth and height and the promise of something dangerous. They flinched. They looked away. They begged or bargained or went quiet in that brittle, terrified way that always made him laugh.
He did not expect whatever was looking back at him from your face.
Your eyes were dark, steady, and far too calm. There was a spark in them, something sharp and curious and almost fond, that made it feel like you were peeling him open layer by layer.
âWhat the fuckâŠâA quiet curse slipped out of him before he could stop it.
Then you smiled.
It was small at first, then wider, soft around the edges in a way that didnât match the situation at all. Floydâs grip on your jaw loosened without him meaning it to.
âWhatâre you smiling about, huh?â he demanded, irritated now, because the whole encounter was going sideways and he didnât like it.
Your hands came up slowly. You didnât shove him away or try to twist free. Instead your fingers wrapped gently around the wrist of the hand still holding your face. Your touch was warm. Careful. Completely unafraid.
âThatâŠâ you said, voice quiet but clear. âThe way your expression just changed. It was adorable. I couldnât help it.â
Floyd stared at you like you started speaking another language. You guided his hand until his palm rested against your cheek. Your skin was soft under his rough fingertips. You leaned into the contact just slightly, eyes never leaving his, and the smile you gave him then was gentle enough to feel almost like a secret.
âYou looked just like a dog that got scolded for the first time.â you continued, a hint of real amusement in your tone. âAll surprised and a little sulky. It was cute.â
Before he could process that, you turned your face and pressed a light, deliberate kiss to the center of his palm. The touch of your mouth was brief. Warm. Soft. Then you stepped out from between him and the wall as easily as if the cage of his arms had never been there at all. You picked up your bag, slung it over your shoulder, and glanced back at him once more.
âYou can tell Azul Iâll work the deal off starting tomorrow.â you said, that same satisfied little smile still playing at the corners of your mouth. âI got more than I bargained for just now.â
And then you walked away down the empty corridor, footsteps steady, posture loose, as if being pinned against a wall by the most unpredictable student in the school was something that happened every other Tuesday.
Floyd remained exactly where he was.
His hand was still half raised, the place where your lips had touched still tingling like heâd been burned. His heart was hammering against his ribs in a fast, uneven rhythm. Heat crawled up the back of his neck. His jaw tightened until the muscles ached.
He was pissed.
He was annoyed.
And underneath both of those, worse than both of those, he was flustered. Excited in a way that made his skin feel too tight and his thoughts scatter like fishes when a predator swam through.
He hated it.
He hated how easily youâd flipped the entire situation. How youâd looked at him like he was interesting instead of dangerous. How youâd called him cuteâŠcute⊠and then kissed his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. How youâd walked away without a single backward glance of fear. Most of all he hated the way his pulse was still racing, the way his fingers curled slowly into a fist. Floyd dragged a hand down his face and let out a low, frustrated sound that echoed down the hallway.
The easiest way to find Sebek is to walk around the Night Raven campus, going "where's my Sebek?"
It elicits odd stares and plenty of snickers from the other students, but it gets the job done. You'll know when he's nearby. After repeating this phrase enough times and in multiple places around campus, you'll hear a familiar thundering cry.
"I am not your Sebek!"
The shout is eventually followed by the man himself. You can tell what direction he's in by the heavy stomps, thudding against the ground almost as loud as his voice. His frown is as sharp as his furrowed brows. The slight tinge of embarrassment colors his face.
"Human! How dare you..."
The familiar face makes you smile with joy. "There you are! There's my Sebek."
He falters. It's clear he has so much to say, but can't find the right words to get out first. They pile up in his mouth while he stammers. You fear you may have traumatized him until the verbal barrage bursts out like a dam.
"How dare you! You know I serve none other than the great heir to Briar Valley. To even imply that I am yours? A mere human's? Inconceivable! Your absurdity knows no bounds!"
He sounds as energetic as ever. You decide to interrupt the angry monologue before he really gets going.
"Sebek, I wanted to know if we're still having lunch together."
"To insult the very essence of my being! As if you..."
It takes a hot second for your inquiry to reach his ears, but when he catches it, the rambling drifts off. He grows oddly quiet. He balls his hands into fists and unclenches them several times in quick succession, testing the limits of his uniform gloves. This would already have delved into a physical fight if you were any other student.
Despite your inane actions, you're practically harmless. Any great guard should easily be able to ignore petty taunts. It's best to consider this a test. Sebek clears his throat.
"Of course we are. You didn't have to come find me just for that. I always keep my word." The redness of his ear tips peeking out from under his hair remind you of a Christmas tree.
"Great! Can't wait."
You stick out your hand for a parting high five. Sebek subverts expectations by grabbing your palm. His gloves are warm and a little sweaty after rushing to find you, and his grip is anything but soft in a boyish display of dominance.
"Do not do this again," he says. He's stern, but after that warning his voice drops to a normal level and he sounds almost gentle. "Just... text me, like a normal person. You have my number."
"You know for someone who looks as thin as you do, you hit hard." Fellow rubbed his swollen cheek as he glared at Rollo.
Rollo, forced into a goat onesie and looking as feral as possible, glared back at Fellow. "You expected me not to put up a fight? After you manhandled me?"
Fellow flicked his tail as he adjusted the hood of his Fox onesie. "I expected you to bend the knee to our Beastmaster since she KINDLY asked for this."
"I refuse to take part in this... display."
"You say display like you're sicken by the very word." Skully joins Fellow side, sporting a skeleton onesie and without his glasses. "Is this not a fun time to bond with friends?"
"We are acquaintances at best." Rollo all but growls out.
"Such cruel words!" Fellow says dramatically and directs his attention away from him. "Do you hear him, Beastmaster? How he spits on your hospitality and friendship?"
Yuu adjusts the hood on Gidel's cat onesie and sets Grim on the ground as he fusses about the whole thing. "Fellow, you did basically kidnap him away from his book."
"Kidnap is such a strong word."
She rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone. "Sit on the couch. I want to take a picture." She pushes up the hood of her eel onesie as it falls over her eyes.
"You are NOT taking a picture of me in this." Rollo snaps and makes to get up, only to be grabbed by Fellow and Skully as Yuu snaps her fingers. "Unhand me at once!"
Yuu readied her camera and smiled. "Say cheese!"
"Cheese!"
The picture is snapped and posted on Magicam, much to the chagrin of Rollo.
Ruggieâs fangs tend to come out when heâs threatened, or perhaps at unease. You would know, since he was so fond of grinning away nervously when he was still courting you. A knee-jerk reaction to protect himself, if nothing else.
Youâve grown to love that toothy grin, sometimes counting his razor sharp canines with the ghost of your touch, gliding over his jaw.
However, what you donât notice is the way Ruggieâs back stiffens whenever another guy tries his luck with you. The way his tail stands at attention, rigid and bristling. Ruggie doesnât really like to share what is his, after all.
Youâll feel a sudden watery warmth bleed right through the nape of your neck, with the soft touch of a pair of fangs hovering over your bare skin. If you bothered to turn around, youâll see Ruggieâs eyes, piercing glare directed at your would-be suitor.
His teeth bared, arms snaking their way around your waist possessively.
HIII im back again !! i adore ur writing sm i hope you dont mind LMAO
could we get a scenario or something similar where an f!yuu!reader begs leona to set her up with jack, so he does? ive been in my platonic leona feels again đ„čđ„č
take care and drink water!! <3
ME2 ty!!
Characters: Leona Kingscholar Â
F!Reader, reader is Yuu; possible OOC; hcs; can this be considered a character exploration?; platonic relationships; almost like siblings, but not by blood; Leona is a Matchmaker for you and Jack!Â
When you muster up the courage and beg Leona to play matchmaker (or just discreetly arrange a ârandomâ date/meeting for you), Leonaâs first reaction is a mix of dull irritation and mild interest. His ear twitches a few times.Â
âOut of all the guys in this academy, this fool had to pick the most proper and boring thickâheaded wolf cub.âÂ
He wonât refuse outright, but first heâll make you regret ever opening your mouth. Heâll start teasing you (affectionately. Sibling moment), joking about your flushed cheeks and asking if you hit your head during flying lessons.Â
If Jack walks by, two seconds later heâll say very loudly: âHuh? Repeat? Whoâwho do you think is the most handsome and strongest guy? Jaââ you tug his tail. Oops!Â
But he agrees. Why, though? To be honest⊠he sees it as an amusing spectacle: watching two embarrassed and awkward teenagers is the best free show.Â
And also⊠well, no one will tell you this, butâŠÂ
Actually⊠if he had to choose who you should be with, Jack is the safest option. Leona knows that Jack is hyperâresponsible, would never hurt you, would shield you from any danger, and respects boundaries.
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âAre you serious right now? You chose the one who spends his free time doing crunches and reading the academy bylaws?.. Do you even have any taste? ..Fine, shut up. Iâll do it, but only if you promise not to scream in my ear for a month and bring me food from the cafeteria. And donât expect me to sing romantic ballads, cub.âÂ
Before doing anything at all, Leona subjects you to a real, albeit lazy, interrogation. He drags you to the Botanical Garden, makes you sit next to him, and starts dissecting your crush literally bone by bone, checking whether you even realise what youâre getting into. With mild cynicism, he lays out Jackâs whole background for you â from his overblown sense of justice to his absolute helplessness in the face of a girlâs tears or directness. Leona bluntly warns you that Jack is a âwolf whoâs as straight as a board and as stubborn as a mule,â who will start glitching like a broken spinning top at the slightest hint of flirting, so hinting is useless â you need to act subtly but clearly.Â
âDo you even understand what youâve gotten yourself into, herbivore? Jack doesnât know how to play these riddle games of yours. If you bat your eyes and say youâre cold, he wonât hug you â heâll bring your own blanket from Ramshackle and give you a lecture about toughening up. Want to attract him? Donât beat around the bush. Ask for help, make him feel needed and useful. These pups have a thing for protecting the weak â so use it.âÂ
Leona is the king (haha) of laziness, so he wonât arrange candlelit dates with roses. His method is to make sure Jack finds himself in a situation where he has to take the initiative, thinking itâs his own decision or a âhousewardenâs order.âÂ
Leona calls Jack over and burdens him with a work assignment. For example, he sends him to help you with some heavy boxes, cleaning at Ramshackle, or preparing for classes.Â
âHey, Jack. Go help this clueless herbivore. She canât even lift anything herself again, sheâs just getting underfoot. And I donât want to see you back in the dorm before evening. Consider it endurance training.âÂ
Leona casually drops phrases that hit Jackâs sense of duty and his embarrassed side.Â
âBy the way, she only asks about you. Says youâre the only normal one in Savanaclaw. Donât disgrace the dorm, wolf cub.â (After which Jack instantly blushes to the tips of his ears and starts wagging his tail in embarrassment, trying to hide it.)Â
While you think Leona is just lazing around, heâs actually running a covert operation in his dorm. He starts deliberately âwearing outâ Jack by piling tasks on him, and in parallel carefully plants the right thoughts into his head. Leona mocks Jackâs stern, âstoneâfacedâ way of communicating with you, framing it as concern for the dormâs reputation. He makes Jack practice acting softer: for example, he teases him for frowning every time he sees you, and explains to the âoakenâ firstâyear that girls from other worlds arenât used to giant wolves baring their teeth.Â
âListen to me, Jack. When you look at her, you have a face like you want to eat her or challenge her to a duel. Sheâs a human, not a wild animal on the hunt. Tone it down, hide your fangs, and learn to at least smooth your brow when she talks to you. If you scare her â youâll be personally scrubbing the Hall of Mirror until it gleams, got it?âÂ
A couple of hours before the âmeeting,â Leona drops by Ramshackle dorm with the air of a great martyr to assess your readiness. He critically examines your appearance, rejects clothes that are too uncomfortable or cold (because âheâs not going to treat your runny nose laterâ), and literally hands you a stepâbyâstep plan. To keep the situation from looking like a date and throwing the shy Jack into complete stupor, Leona comes up with a perfect, ironclad excuse: supposedly he urgently needs certain herbal preparations from a remote corner of the academy grounds to âimprove his sleep,â and he decides to send the two of you to get them.Â
âAlright, stop fussing. Dress properly â itâs windy outside, and Jack will take you the shortest way through the hills. Here, take this paper. Tell him itâs my order: you need to find a rare type of mint near the lake. Itâll take about two hours. If he starts being a bore â say itâs a personal commission from the prince. And for Sevensâ sake, stop being so nervous, you reek of fear from a mile away, and heâs a wolf â heâll smell it right away.âÂ
At the very last moment, when Jack and you are supposed to meet at the gate, Leona takes charge of organising the âescape route.â He personally intercepts Ruggie, Grim, and any other potential distractions (like firstâyears who might tag along with Jack), loading them with pointless work or sending them to the opposite end of the academy for food. Leona creates an absolute vacuum around the two of you, guaranteeing that no one will ruin the moment with their stupid jokes. When you run out into the courtyard and see Jack waiting for you â completely alone, a little awkward, but honestly trying to smile without baring his teeth â you realise that Leona has quietly cleared the entire battlefield for you.Â
âRuggie, take that fluffy parasite Grim and scram to the cafeteria for donuts. I donât want to see either of you within a mile radius for the next three hours. If anyone asks where Jack is â say heâs on a secret housewarden assignment. Got it? Now shoo, youâre disturbing my sleep.âÂ
When the âdateâ happens, Leona watches from afar â for example, sprawled on a tree branch, eyes halfâclosed, but his ears alert.Â
Jack is eternally flustered, scratches the back of his head, says proper and slightly awkward things, and youâre nervous next to him. Leona from above can barely stifle a groan at how awkward you both are.Â
If Jack starts dragging his feet or you lose your words, Leona might âaccidentallyâ drop a pinecone or a dry branch from the branch right onto Jackâs head to jolt him, or signal with his tail through the leaves.
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After Jack and you finally make the first move (for example, agree to go for a walk without any pretext~), Leona meets you with a triumphant but tired smirk.Â
âSo, romantic? Satisfied? That idiot almost ran away from embarrassment three times. If I hadnât sent him to you âby order,â youâd have been just greeting each other until graduation. You owe me, cub. And may the Sevens forbid he hurts you â though more likely, youâll embarrass him into a heart attack.âÂ
Leona is really having a great time, you have no idea.Â
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HII i absolutely loved the hcs for the reader whos useless without their glasses so i cant help but ask for one more while your reqs are still open⊠i hope you dont mind!!
i was wondering if youâd be willing to write something platonic for leona? i adore platonic, big brother-esque leona and yuu/reader so much đ„č im not sure if you write for fem readers, but if not gn its just fine with me!!
format idm!! headcanons or drabbles, whatever comes naturally to you!!
take care and rest well <3!!
I write any gender of the reader, the main thing is to clarify this in the request! Thank you for your kind words! <3 A platonic relationship with Leona is one of the gentlest topics for me, my God. I love this grumpy guy.Â
Characters: Leona KingscholarÂ
F!Reader, reader is Yuu; possible OOC; hcs; can this be considered a character exploration?; platonic relationships; almost like siblings, but not by blood;Â
English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.Â
Leona doesnât let anyone disturb his sleep, but for you, thereâs a silent exception. He might grumble that youâre bothering him, but he wonât chase you away if you just sit next to him in the botanical garden to do your homework while he dozes off.Â
Physical contact â itâs either Leonaâs initiative or an accident. He wonât hug you himself, but he might imperiously drop his head on your shoulder when heâs tired, using you as a âconvenient pillow.â Or flick you with his tail if you get distracted. On an instinctual level, he perceives you as a cub in the pride, and he â ahem, thatâs not true, an older brother. You misheard.Â
Leona will never admit heâs worried. If you get into trouble (which happens all the time at Night Raven College), heâll step in with a look like: âThere you go again, making noise, you useless thing. Wonât let me sleep,â and then heâll deal with the offenders in a few seconds.Â
He knows youâre an ordinary person without magic, who needs to eat properly and rest. He might âaccidentallyâ order an extra dish in the cafeteria and push it to you: âIâm not eating this. Take it, or youâll blow away in the wind.âÂ
Leona understands that youâre not very strong physically compared to mages. He doesnât teach you magic, but rather cunning and observation: how to read people, when to back off, and when to hit below the belt (literally or figuratively).Â
He treats you without pity, but with respect for your resilience. To him, youâre a âherbivore,â but a very stubborn one with teeth. Always keep in mind that where Leona comes from, women have always been tough and strong. Heâll respect that in you, or heâll cultivate those qualities in you, as if youâre a little cub.Â
One of many moments..Â
Leona doesnât like being touched, but over time you start noticing the small signals of his body.Â
You sit next to him and quietly tell him about your day (Grimâs antics, Crewelâs lessons, etc. â any ordinary day of yours, Yuu). Leona pretends to be asleep and not listening. But you notice the tip of his tail lightly tapping the ground in time with your voice, and his ears slightly turned in your direction.Â
When you fall silent, he, without opening his eyes, dryly drops: âAnd what happened next with that fluffy idiot?â â giving himself away completely.Â
Another moment, letâs sayâŠÂ
On cool evenings or during heavy rain, you get cold in the shabby dormitory. You come to the botanical garden to study, and your fingers tremble from the cold. Leona, lying on the bench, sighs, grabs you by the collar or sleeve, and pulls you closer, simply laying you down next to him on the grass or the bench.Â
He radiates warmth (like a big wild cat). He closes his eyes and grumbles: âStop chattering your teeth, itâs annoying. Sit still and warm up.â No romance, just pure biological heat exchange and protection of âhisâ herbivore.Â
When some student from another dorm (e.g., bullying upperclassmen) tries to pressure you, taking advantage of your lack of magic, Leona appears behind them without even a growl â just slowly steps out of the shadows, stretching, with a lazy but dangerous grin.Â
âHey, trash. Youâre disturbing my sleep. And anyway⊠who gave you permission to touch my little herbivore?â The students run away, and Leona turns to you, flicks your forehead, and says: âAnd you, why did you just stand there with your mouth open? Next time just call Ruggie or me, donât waste time talking.âÂ
When it comes to guys, Leona acts as the harshest but most honest filter. If you casually mention that some guy from the College was nice to you, gave you something, or asked you to walk around the grounds, Leona lazily opens one eye and tears apart the otherâs intentions within ten seconds. For him, most students are either green idiots or predators trying to assert themselves at the expense of the only girl in the academy.Â
âListen here, herbivore. If that idiot gives you flowers or flashes all thirtyâtwo teeth, that doesnât mean he likes you. It means he thinks youâre easy prey, someone he can show off in front of. Want to test their sincerity? Ask if heâs ready to solve your problems with Crewelâs exams or go against his own dorm leader. Youâll immediately see his knees shake.âÂ
^ What I wrote a few paragraphs above. The main advice Leona drills into your head is a strategy of behaviour. He perfectly understands that in an allâmale environment, especially among mages, you can easily end up in the position of an eternal victim or a âcute little helper.â Leona teaches you boldness and composure. He flatly forbids you to âendure out of politenessâ or smile awkwardly when someone crosses the line, and he gives very practical instructions on how to put anyone in their place with just a look or a word.Â
âYouâre blushing again and staring at the floor? Remember: the moment you show you can be embarrassed â youâve lost. Guys sense that. If someone tries to hit on you or gets too close, donât press yourself against the wall. Look them straight in the eye with an expression that says theyâre a cockroach on your shoe. And if they donât take a hint â kick them in the shin. I give you permission, blame it on me.âÂ
Leona will never admit that heâs controlling the situation, but he silently makes sure that potential âsuitorsâ donât even come near you without his tacit approval. If any guy shows too persistent an interest in you, Leona doesnât even need ultimatums â just appearing in the background, leaning against the wall, and slowly, with a predatory grin, unsheathing his claws is enough. And to you personally, heâll gift his signature âpartingâ wisdom on how male psychology actually works.Â
âIf you ever get it into your head to date one of those idiots â first bring him to me for evaluation. Not because I care, but because if your âboyfriendâ turns out to be a wimp, Iâll have to listen to your whining later, and that gives me a headache. Got it? Choose those who have brains and spirit, not just a loud name or a pretty face. Pretty faces are a dime a dozen in this academy, and theyâre about as useful as Floyd in flying lessons.âÂ
Iâll say this quickly â Cheka also perceives you as if you were his older sister. Curtain.Â
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