what are the chances of sharing the dormitory with your ex-lover and childhood sweetheart silver. avoiding eye-contact, respected distance between each other, and neutral conversations. meanwhile, the higher chances of a certain old fae attempting to repair the broken shards of your connection with him.
starring. . . silver! x gn! reader
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Imagine having your life be a laughingstock for fate's forever amusement, hidden from your seeing eyes. Before the inevitable reunion, for a modest request, you stood before the infamous Dark Mirror, known for its old, unerring judgment of character.
Your queasy heart thumped loudly, beating with a mixture of anticipation and dread as you awaited its verdict. Your mind was cluttered with countless thoughts of worries and unrest. You are definitely not prepared to face your ex-lover again, much less be in a possible close vicinity if fate decided to toy with the fragile strings.
Anything but Diasomnia. The Dark Mirror may position you in a dormitory you may not be comfortable with, but it's the least merciful act it could bestow upon you of receiving a rather normal college experience. Surely, it would understand your woes, right? Sigh.
Unfortunately, your heartfelt desires were misplaced. The green flames had ignited inside the Dark Mirror, and its soulless announcement of your permanent residence at the Diasomnia dormitory had partially mocked your despair.
Now, you are forced to drag your weary feet to your awaiting fellow dormmates and finally, the man himself. Your hand shyly tugged at the top of your ceremonial hood as you drew near their proximity, missing the shocked gaze of your ex-lover as you attempted to busy yourself by interacting with new faces, though distant and rigid some may be.
"Well, well, well! Look what the mirror dragged in," a familiar voice taunted from behind you, causing your heart to freeze in your chest. You turned slowly to face the source of the voice, meeting the familiar, mischievous eyes of your former mentor, Lilia Vanrouge.
You may have outgrown him, but you can't mistake the sense of old authority that still lingers in his presence. "Our dear [Y/N]! Congratulations on being part of our humble dormitory." He approached you with such familiarity, with no regard to your idle awkwardness. His hand met your unsuspected back, surprising you by the little bounds of strength he still possessed, and then you winced at the sharp pain that shot through your body.
"Hello, Vanrouge—" "My, such formality! How are you, dear? Still faring well?" he interrupted, followed by boisterous laughter, as if everything was just as it used to be in the past. "I must say, you look quite different now," he continued, his eyes scanning your appearance with a mix of amusement and nostalgia.
You were no longer the same timid child he used to know, always shying away whenever his presence was near, until he gained your trust with candies and extended an introduction to his adopted son, Silver, in hopes of a newfound connection.
He was there when your relationship became fruitful, sharing common ground in several aspects, especially the love for animals and quiet scenery, and growing closer as time went on.
Lilia would watch fondly as several moments came when he caught his son showing his gentle affections towards you. His picture of the blooming love story you two had shared is one identical to the fairy tales; perhaps that's where Silver took his inspiration from.
Silver had always been consistent with his care and protectiveness towards you; you trailing after him during his sleepy naps under oak trees, him teaching you how to hold a wooden sword properly so you wouldn't hurt your hands. His rare smiles and childish whims were only private shows meant for you to watch, and the occasional sweet kisses and giggles you two secretly shared were like hidden treasures that only the two of you knew about. It ached Lilia's old heart by the uncanny gentleness he once encountered from an old foe.
He was also there when your relationship would eventually collapse. As Silver was becoming a refined knight-in-training to serve the future ruler of the Briar Valley, he was presented with two difficult choices he had to carefully choose between, meticulously curated by the heir himself.
One that would continue the path of your relationship, but his endless training and hardships will be all for naught. The other would be to begin his new chapter of life, where he pledged his life to serve Malleus and fulfill his duties as a knight, but forsaking the path he had once walked with you.
Those options were cold and final.
Even Lilia was forbidden to interfere, assist, or defend his son in making his decision.
But Malleus wanted to see where the true path of Silver's destiny would lead him, even if it meant being cruel in his contribution.
In the end, with gritted teeth and frustrated tears, Silver had chosen to walk away from your relationship; he wasn't strong enough to glimpse at your hurt reaction, because if he did, even for a bit, he's afraid that he might reconsider his decision out of a whim.
"Forgive me, but I can't stay any longer," he whispered. His cowardice prevented him from giving you the full picture of truth before turning and walking away with a heavy heart, while your cries fell to deaf ears in the cold forest, leaving the book closed without its happily ever after.
The most heartbreaking sight Lilia witnessed was the wails of his child when he had come home to their shared cottage after speaking with Malleus regarding Silver's next steps in his uncarved fate. His feet stopped cold near his son's bedroom door, his hand clenching over his aching heart when Silver's cries increased their regret and desperation.
"I'm sorry… I'm… Haah, sorry," he whispered, his face covered with his pillow, now stained with his tears. "I still want you back… I still want you back, please… My heart hurts, everything hurts…" It was an all-too-familiar scene for Lilia, yet he couldn't turn away and let Silver experience a heartbreak he knew could scar him for life.
Through several attempts of persistence, he helped his son to move on from the pain, toughening his heart from the rigorous training and discipline he imposed. Thus, Silver evolved into a man of serious demeanor, concealing his emotions behind a hostile facade that kept others at a distance.
Now, you two are finally in the same vicinity again, albeit awkwardly. "Come with me, little one," Lilia said, his head turning side-to-side as he searched for a certain silver-haired man in the crowd. His hand was encased around your wrist to prevent you from escaping into the bustling ceremony, much to your dismay.
"Silver! Silver! Come here this instant!" Lilia called out, his free hand over his mouth to amplify his voice. The crowd dispersed slightly when the old fae dragged you with him to locate his son together.
"Vanrouge-san, you really don't have to—" you tried to protest, "Have you seen Silver around? No? How troublesome." But Lilia was too busy indulging in his search to pay attention to your pleas.
"I swear, that boy is always running off," he muttered under his breath, a mix of annoyance and fondness in his tone.
If you wanted him to stop dragging you along on these wild-goose chases, you would have to come up with an old-fashioned plan. One that even a retired war general still foolishly traps himself in. "Wait, is that Silver?" you said, pretending to look ahead at the crowd.
Lilia perked up his head, attempting to follow your line of sight. "Oh? Where? I don't see him." The hold he had on your wrist gradually loosened, indicating he's letting his guard down and giving you a small opening to escape.
"Over there," you guided your finger somewhere in the opposite direction, and Lilia obliviously followed your motion. "I don't see him, dear." Finally, his hand was completely off of you, allowing you to sprint away as soon as he realized he had been fooled once more.
"[Y/N]!" Your name was called out in desperation by the old bat, yet you fled the ceremony without looking back.
The heavy grand door closes behind you with a resounding thud, muffling the sound of the commotion inside as you make your first step around your new campus.
Night Raven College never disappoints with its mysterious atmosphere; everything feels so infinitely strange and massive.
Standing in the hallway, you don't know where to move your feet first as the corridor seems to stretch on endlessly in both directions, the dim lighting casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Either way, anything to escape is enough for you to take your chances and come what may.
You lowered the upper hood of your ceremonial robes, finally revealing your face to the dimly lit surroundings. The faint sound of your footsteps echoed in the distance, letting your intuition lead the path ahead as you navigated through the labyrinthine corridors of the college, and then the cold breeze welcomed you, sending a shiver down your spine.
"So cold..." you muttered to yourself, wrapping your arms around your body for warmth. Your teeth chattered slightly, eyebrows furrowed in discomfort.
"You could've at least had your robes in a next size up," a voice called out from behind you, its tone composed yet familiar, causing you to freeze in place. Your once calm heart started to abnormally thump in your chest, a million thoughts racing through your mind at once.
You didn't want to turn around just yet. You don't wanna see his face and crumble like a fragile piece of paper in the wind.
Oh, the sevens above... Out of all people… Why does it have to be you, Silver?
"[Y/N]." The way he now pronounces your name is deeper and more mature than you remember, lacking the usual warmth and familiarity that used to accompany it. One that you used to cherish that part of him. It's as if he's a different person now.
Your eyes suddenly became heavy with unshed tears as you struggled to maintain your composure. What was the point of crying over spilled milk? You already convinced yourself that you had long severed your romantic attachments to him when you discovered that the world is much bigger than dwelling on pitiful heartbreaks.
At least that's what the pettiness had advised you throughout the years.
A big exhale escapes your lips, numbing the lingering ache in your chest. You turned your foot behind you; your eyes remained at the ground, absorbing the cold tiles, until they took courage to lift up and carefully met his expectant gaze for the first time in years.
Those same beautiful aurora-colored eyes sparkled with sharpness yet softened with a hint of vulnerability.
He had the nerve to gaze at you like that as if he weren't the one who should be ashamed for showing up unannounced.
Silence lingered between the two of you to ease the tension that was building up, but somberness eventually crawled its way to make its job difficult.
"Why are you here?"
There was no greeting or a simple "How are you?", just a straightforward question.
But that's the kind of department Silver is efficient in. Small, blunt responses were his trademark. "I was just walking by; I didn't expect to see you here."
Stillness settled in the air for a moment; you analyzed his expression, yet it was difficult for you to discern what he was truly feeling. He didn't look like he was lying, or he had just perfected the art of hiding his emotions.
Either way, you don't wanna deal with him today.
"Whatever," you muttered, looking anywhere but him.
You readied your feet to walk away, not wanting to delve any deeper into the conversation, as it wouldn't lead anywhere relevant.
"I should get going—" "SILVEEEERRRR!"
A booming yell across the hallway rooted you to the spot, preventing escape, and then your ears winced at the heightened volume, while Silver sighed in resignation, already anticipating the messy outcome.
You furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance, shifting your gaze to the approaching green-haired individual, all out of breath and aggravated.
…Is that Sebek?
He halted in front of you and Silver, panting heavily before managing to speak. Though he seemed fixated on the silver-haired man rather than your mere presence.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! LILIA-SAMA HAD BEEN URGING ME TO FIND YOU IMMEDIATELY!" he shouted, shamelessly increasing the volume of his voice even more. "WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?!"
"Calm down, Sebek," Silver quietly replied, unfazed by the outburst. "You're frightening them." His eyes rested on your surprised expression, holding the stare in uncomfortable silence.
This comment did not settle well with Sebek, viewing it like a high offense for just correcting his crude behavior.
"Frightening?!" he bellowed, his face turning a shade of red.
His head turned in the direction of your uneasy figure; now that he's finally aware of your presence but nowhere near recognizing you, he doesn't see the issue that you're clearly bothered by.
"Ha! Don't lecture me, Silver! I have every right to act however I please," he said, holding his head high.
"And you!" Out of nowhere, he immediately pointed his accusing finger at you and continued, "If you are just here to distract Silver from his duties, begone at once."
Sebek's finger remained pointed at you like a lance ready to strike, his yellow-green eyes blazing with righteous indignation. "You heard me, human! If your only purpose here is to pull Silver away from his knightly obligations, then leave this instant! Diasomnia has no need for—"
Oh, Silver had heard enough of this bullshit.
"Enough, Sebek." Silver's voice cut through the tirade, low but edged with steel. His posture straightened, no longer slumped from fleeting drowsiness, then placing himself subtly between you and the taller first-year.
Sebek blinked, momentarily thrown. "What... What did you say?"
"I said enough." Silver's aurora gaze had gone flat, the vulnerability you glimpsed earlier replaced by the cold composure he'd worn like armor since the day he walked away. "You will not speak to them that way. Not in front of me."
The hallway seemed to shrink. Sebek's mouth opened and closed once, twice, like a helpless fish suddenly pulled onto land. "You... You're defending an outsider over your own dormmate? OVER YOUR DUTY?!"
"They are not an outsider." Each word came out measured, deliberate. "And even if they were, that gives you no right to bark at them like some common guard dog."
Sebek recoiled as though slapped. His face cycled rapidly through shock, betrayal, and incandescent fury. "How dare you! After everything Lilia-sama and Young Master have done for you, you would prioritize some..." he pointed at you, as if you were a buzzing pest. "some fleeting distraction from years ago?!"
Silver's jaw clenched, attempting to maintain his cool as he would rather not stress you further because of his temper. "You're being ridiculous... I'm not prioritizing anything. I'm telling you to stop harassing someone who has done nothing to you."
In the midst of the heated squabble, you felt heat crawl up your neck, partially from embarrassment and something uncomfortably close to gratitude. You hadn't expected him to step in. You thought he would dismiss him and call it a day. Yet, this is the first time in years that you saw him almost losing his cool.
The brewing storm was interrupted by a cheerful, singsong voice that somehow managed to sound both innocent and terrifying at once.
"My, my~ What a lively discussion we're having in the corridors!"
There he was again, the persistent old bat appeared as though he'd simply materialized from the shadows themselves, his hands clasped behind his back, and his fangs peeking out in a wide, delighted grin.
His crimson eyes flicked between the three of you with open amusement, lingering longest on Silver's tense shoulders and Sebek's tomato-red face.
Oh, how it dearly reminds him of all the quarrels his two pupils committed, then dared to act guilty in front of him when caught, like frozen little bats.
"Sebek," he said sweetly, "indoor voices, please. Don't mistake these empty halls as an invitation for bloodshed."
The said man snapped to rigid attention despite himself. "L-Lilia-sama! I was merely—"
"Merely what? Protecting Silver's virtue?" He cocked his head, smile never wavering. He placed his hand over his chest as if mockingly proud. "How noble. Though I believe that's my job~ Now then."
He turned to you, expression softening into something almost parental. "I'm terribly sorry, dear. These two can be... enthusiastic. Please don't think too poorly of Diasomnia because of their little spat."
You managed a tight nod, throat too constricted for words.
Silver's gaze dropped to the floor briefly, jaw tight. The guilt was slowly creeping up like an old, terrible friend. He looked like he wanted to say something more, but the words wouldn't come.
Lilia clapped his hands together brightly. "Perfect timing, actually. Why don't you join us for dinner tonight? Malleus will be there, of course—we've prepared quite the feast to welcome our newest member properly. It would be wonderful to have you at the table again, wouldn't it, Silver?"
Silver tensed at his father's bold request, his eyes flicked up to meet yours for half a heartbeat, as if pleading, before he looked away again bashfully.
Though one student wasn't pleased with the mere idea. "Lilia-sama! With all due respect, they are no longer—" Sebek exploded.
"Enough." For the first time, the old bat's tone lost every trace of playfulness. The hallway seemed to drop several degrees that ceased all needless chatter. He directed his firm stare at the now trembling boy. "I decided who is welcome at our table, Sebek. Not you."
Meanwhile, Silver's glare toward Sebek could have cut glass.
You swallowed hard. The thought of sitting across from Malleus Draconia, the same person who had once placed that impossible choice in Silver's hands, made your stomach twist violently.
You could already picture those calm, ancient eyes watching everything, possibly judging those who dared to breathe in his regal presence.
Even though there are countless times you spat at his name behind his back, facing him now would only prove that you're still a trembling coward in his overwhelming, outmatched authority.
You took a small step back.
"Thank you for the invitation, Vanrouge-san," you said quietly, forcing your voice steady. "But... maybe next time. I'm still trying to find my way around, and I wouldn't wanna impose tonight."
Lilia's smile dimmed just slightly; he was already aware of your choice anyway, though he recovered quickly. "Of course, dear. The offer stands whenever you're ready. Our doors are always open for you."
You nodded once more, then let your reluctant eyes drift to Silver.
He was watching you already.
He was quiet, only that steady, unreadable gaze, the same one he'd given you years ago when he whispered his goodbye in the forest. Except now there was something raw beneath the surface, something that looked dangerously close to regret.
Please... Come with us. With me.
You nipped the flesh inside of your cheek, shying your gaze away from him. You don't wanna overextend your welcome here any longer.
You respectfully bowed your head at the three men, then you turned, ignoring how you caught Silver's hand, almost reaching out.
As you walked away, behind you, you heard Lilia's soft sigh, Sebek's indignant huff, and Silver's single, unsteady exhale, with his hand still halfway extended to your fleeting direction.
Thus, the corridor stretched on ahead, cold and endless.
✦how would the boys react to a minor silly argument that leads to their partner refusing to kiss them for days
Riddle Rosehearts
The Argument:
It started over tea. Riddle, ever the stickler for proper etiquette, scolded you for putting milk in your cup before the tea instead of after. You rolled your eyes and joked,
"Sorry, Headwarden,"
but he didn’t take it as a joke. One thing led to another, and soon he was lecturing you about rules, so you just had enough and left, leaving him behind.
Day 1:
He notices right away. You usually kiss his cheek after lunch in the Rose Garden. But today, you just smiled and walked away. He blinks, then frowns.
“Odd... maybe she forgot?”
Day 2:
Riddle is visibly pouty. He’s walking beside you with his arms crossed, sneaking glances every few seconds.
Finally, he asks, "Are you still upset about the tea? You know I only meant to remind you of proper—"
You silence him with a smug grin. "No kisses until you admit it was a silly thing to argue about."
His face explodes red.
Day 3:
He's been trying to fix it without fully surrendering. He brings you sweets from Heartslabyul's kitchen. Offers his jacket when it’s chilly. But still… no kiss.
It’s driving him mad.
Day 4:
On the fourth day, he walks into your shared study spot with a little teacup in hand. He pours the milk in before the tea and takes a dramatic sip.
You blink. “...Did you just—?”
Riddle wipes his mouth primly. “I did. And now I understand why you prefer it. It does make the taste smoother. I suppose... it was a silly thing to argue about. I’m sorry, my rose.”
You smile at him sweetly. “Apology accepted.”
He leans in, hopeful. “Does this mean I’ve earned—”
You press a kiss to his lips before he can finish. His eyes flutter shut, and when you part, he whispers,
“That was well worth the humiliation.”
Leona Kingscholar
The Argument:
You were sitting together under the sun, your favorite study spot, when Leona casually put his head in your lap. You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, only for him to groan and say,
“Quit doing that. You’ll mess it up. So annoying.”
You froze, blinking. “Oh… sorry.”
Leona didn’t even look up. “Tch. Just don’t treat me like a pet or somethin’.”
You went quiet after that, a little hurt. And when he leaned up for a kiss later? You dodged. His eyes snapped open.
“What was that?”
“No kisses for rude, grumpy lions.”
Day 1:
Leona is confused but not exactly panicked. Yet.
He flops beside you on the lounge couch and tries his usual lazy charm. Arm over your shoulder. Chin resting against you.
“Come on, herbivore. Still mad about earlier?”
You just hum noncommittally and you put a biscuit into his mouth. No kiss. His brow twitches and he snaps the biscuit in half.
Day 2:
He catches you walking to class and pulls you into an empty classroom. “Oi. You’re actin’ like I kicked a puppy. You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
You give him a shrug. “Still hurt. You could’ve said it nicer.”
He frowns. And it stays with him the whole day.
Day 3:
Leona doesn’t beg. But he sulks. He shows up to shared meals, waits quietly for you to sit next to him at lunch but when you arrived you sat between Ruggie and Jack, then scowls when you left and don’t kiss him goodbye.
By this point, Ruggie and Jack are concerned. Ruggie even jokes
“You look like a kicked puppy yourself, y’know that?”
Day 4:
Later that night, you return to your dorm to find your favorite fruit, peel removed and plated on your desk, and Leona slouched in your desk chair.
“…I suck at saying things. You know that,” he mumbles. “Didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t want you touchin’ me. I liked it, actually. A lot. So… I’m sorry…”
You soften. “You could’ve just said that instead of growling at me.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He stands and steps close. “Can I get my damn kiss now?”
You grin and lean up on your toes. “Say please.”
He gives you a dry look. But after a long sigh, he mutters: “…Please.”
You kiss him, slow and deep, and he grins against your lips like he just won a war.
Azul Ashengrotto
The Argument:
It started with a compliment… well, your compliment. You casually mentioned how good Kalim looked during one his party. Just a passing comment like,
“Wow, Kalim actually looked super put-together today, huh?”
Azul stiffened. “Well. If you’re so impressed with Kalim, perhaps you should ask him on a date instead.” He mumbled under his breath
You blinked. “Azul… what? What did you just say?”
“I-I didn’t mean… I simply think it's odd to praise another man to your boyfriend! That’s pretty rude actually!”
You just raised an eyebrow and rolled your eyes as you walked away.
That night, when he leaned over for his usual goodnight kiss, you smiled sweetly… and gave him a pat on the head instead.
No kiss. Azul was horrified.
Day 1:
He overthinks everything. You didn’t kiss him because you do like Kalim, didn’t you? Or is this punishment? Oh Seven, is it a test?!
Jade and Floyd are no help. Floyd just cackles, “Shrimpy’s ghosting you, huh?” and Jade gives his usual mysterious smile.
Azul paces in the Lounge, glasses fogged, mumbling to himself in spirals.
Day 2:
He’s trying harder now. Small gifts. Offers to help with homework. Inviting you to the VIP room for a free meal.
You accept… but still no kiss.
He nearly short-circuits when you smile and say, “Try again tomorrow.”
Day 3:
Azul corners you near Mostro Lounge’s back hallway. "Please," he says, hands on your shoulders, flushed and desperate. “I know I overreacted. I shouldn’t have let jealousy speak for me.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Then say what you should’ve said.”
He swallows. “That I… admire your kindness toward others, even if I find myself wanting to be the only one you notice.”
Your expression softens.
You step closer and wrap your arms around him. “You’re still my favorite, and the only one I love looking and admiring his beauty.” you whisper, before pressing your lips to his in a slow, forgiving kiss.
He lets out a trembling sigh against your mouth, gripping you like he’s been waiting for this moment for centuries.
“…Please never make me go that long… I almost had a stroke…” he murmurs breathlessly and you just giggled.
Jamil Viper
The Argument:
It started over something small, Jamil being a bit too controlling.
You were helping him cook in Scarabia’s kitchen, and when you started chopping vegetables a little too “imperfectly,” he gently took the knife from your hand and said,
“Here. Let me do it. You’re not cutting them evenly.”
You frowned. “I was doing fine.”
“I just don’t want to risk it being ruined.”
“…So I ruin things?”
That hit a nerve, and though Jamil didn’t mean it like that, he was too proud (and slightly stressed) to explain.
That night, when he went to give you a kiss after dinner, you simply turned your face away.
No kiss. No words. Just a cool smile and an even cooler exit.
Day 1:
Jamil tells himself you’re overreacting. But then you don’t sit with him at lunch.
You’re present but distant. Polite, but cold.
He sees you laughing with Kalim and his eye twitches, stabbing his food with his fork.
Day 2:
He drops by your room with your favorite dessert from the dining hall.
You accept it… and close the door without giving him a kiss.
Okay…. This is war.
Day 3:
He starts talking to you more gently. Compliments your skills during Alchemy class. Doesn’t try to take over when you’re doing something yourself.
And finally, when you’re sitting under a tree alone, he walks up and says:
“I don’t think you ruin things. I was just overwhelmed but that’s not an excuse for my behavior… and you’re the most important person in my life. So please accept my apology.”
You blink. He’s not looking at you, he’s staring off into the ground like it’s easier than meeting your gaze.
You reach out and take his hand. “You know, all you had to do was say that instead of acting like a stressed-out head chef.”
His lips curl into a soft, rueful smile. “So… I’m forgiven?”
You pull him closer next to you on the ground and whisper, “Only if you kiss me right.”
He smirks, leans in and gives you the kind of slow, smoldering kiss that makes your toes curl.
Vil Schoenheit
The Argument:
It started with a fashion comment, a completely harmless one, you thought.
You tried on a new outfit you just fell in love and you were excited to show it to Vil. Instead of his usual praise, he said, with a sigh
“It’s not… terrible. But the fit around your shoulders is off, and the color doesn’t complement your tone as well as it could. You’d look far more elegant in something deeper, jewel-toned. Here, let me order you something prettier—”
You stopped him with a hand on your hip. “So you’re saying I look bad.”
He frowned. “Don’t twist my words. I’m saying you could look better.”
You stared at him, lips pursed.
“Sometimes, I just want to share the moment. Not because I need a personal stylist.”
That night, when he leaned in to kiss you before heading back to Pomefiore, you turned your face and smiled sweetly. “Sleep well, Vil.”
He froze, eyes wide with disbelief.
Day 1:
Vil is in denial. You’re just teasing him. Right?
Except… you don’t text him good morning. And when you see him in the hallway, you nod politely but keep walking.
He spends a full 20 minutes in the mirror that night, looking for signs of emotional stress. It’s in the bags under his eyes. The tension in his jaw. He’s suffering.
Day 2:
Vil delivers a perfectly crafted apology text, complete with tasteful emojis and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You thank him… but don’t kiss him.
He audibly groans in frustration, then glares at Epel when the boy laughs under his breath.
Day 3:
He finds you in the Pomefiore garden after class, dressed in that very same outfit… the one he criticized.
“Vil,” you greet him, unreadable. “Coming to critique me again?”
He exhales, his pride visibly cracking. “I didn’t mean to dismiss you. It was… second nature. I’ve spent so long surrounded by people who expect critique. You’re…you. And I love you just the way you are and I would never want you to change.”
He steps forward, lifting your hand gently. “And even if you wore a paper bag, you’d still outshine every soul in this school.”
You arch a brow. “So I’m not a walking fashion disaster?”
He chuckles, soft and real. “Never. You’re the muse, not the mannequin.”
You laugh, finally giving in, and cup his cheek. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”
“More than pretty,” he murmurs, pulling you close.
This time, you meet him halfway. The kiss is soft, lingering, and faintly flavored with blooming violets.
When you part, he smiles. “Consider me punished… and completely devoted.”
Idia Shroud
The Argument:
It all began with a joke, a game joke.
You were laying on his bed while he played a co-op RPG with his online friends. You leaned in and playfully said,
“Hey, don’t forget who carried the boss fight last time. I was MVP.”
Idia froze.
Then laughed, but it was the kind of laugh that came with visible offense.
“Pfft, yeah, sure. That’s cute. You only got that final hit because I distracted the boss with my DPS. If we’re talking stats, I carried, obviously.”
You smiled, waiting for him to nudge you or wink. But he didn’t. He was serious.
And you weren’t mad. Just... disappointed.
So when he turned to give you a quick kiss between fights for "good luck buff" you pulled away with a neutral,
“Good luck, Shroud,” and walked out.
You called him Shroud… yeah… now he’s on full panic mode.
Day 1:
He tells himself you’re just joking. A reverse tsundere route, maybe? A temporary stat debuff for the drama?
But then you leave him on read. Three times.
He looks like a kicked puppy and almost burns his popcorn while he checks his phone every 5 minutes.
Day 2:
He sends you a pleading cat meme and types,
“If I say your final hit was OP and you were clearly the MVP, will you kiss me again? Please? Pretty please?”
You leave him on read again.
He screams into his pillow. Ortho finds him face down on the floor and assumes it's one of his “emo recharging days.” So he slowly close the door back…
Day 3:
He finally ambushes you in the library.
Literally hides behind a tall shelf, waits for you to pass, then jumps out, hood up, hair pink with nerves.
“I was a jerk,” he blurts. “You totally carried the boss fight. Not that it matters… you're my MVP in, like, every category, okay?”
You blink, arms crossed. “Even Charisma? Because I seem to remember someone saying I couldn’t build a proper support character.”
He groans. “Please. I haven't had a proper support in 72 hours. My party is dying because they sucks.”
You stifle a laugh, pretending to consider it. “…so you want me be your support again also your booster kiss?”
“YES. Yes. Please. I’ll even stream in a ‘SHE’S ALWAYS RIGHT’ T-shirt. Just—please.”
You lean in and kiss him, longer than usual, soft and slow. When you pull back, he looks dazed and pink to the tips of his ears.
“Debuff removed,” you say with a grin.
“…You’re gonna kill me. In the best way,” he mumbles.
Malleus Draconia
The Argument:
It all started with fireflies.
You were walking together one evening across the glowing expanse forest, enjoying the rare quiet with your fae prince. The fireflies were glowing bright between the trees, and you stopped to point them out.
“Look! Lightning bugs! Aren’t they cute?”
Malleus blinked slowly, face impassive. “I’ve never understood humans' fascination with insects. Their biological structure is mildly interesting, but they are quite simple creatures.”
You stared at him, stunned. “But they’re adorable! They light up! Like nature’s little lanterns!”
“They are vermin with bioluminescence,” he said matter of factly.
“…Okay,” you said coolly, stepping back from him. “I guess we don’t have to agree on everything.”
He tilted his head. “Are you… upset?”
You just gave him a tight smile and said, “Not at all, Goodnight, Malleus.”
No forehead kiss. No goodnight peck on the cheek.
He knew then: something terrible had happened.
Day 1:
He goes to Lilia.
“I believe I’ve made her angry… over insects.”
Lilia laughs for a full ten minutes, slapping his knee. “Oh, my dear boy… you’ll need to apologize. And sincerely. She’s not angry about the bugs.”
“She’s not?” Malleus asks, confused.
“No. She’s angry you dismissed something she found beautiful.”
Now he feels it even more… he’s coocked…
Day 2:
He stands outside your dorm window in the rain (he summoned the rain) and calls your name like a dramatic Victorian lover.
“Child of man! My Dear, Please! I am not worthy of your lips, but I beg for them nonetheless!”
You peek out the window and close the curtain. He swears he sees you laugh…but you still don’t come out.
Day 3:
He appears beside you in class unannounced. Crewel professor blinks but says nothing… nobody dares… or more like they interested in the drama...
You raise an eyebrow. “Here to insult more of my favorite childhood memories?”
He flinches, genuinely wounded.
“…I have researched the fireflies. I watched a 3-hour documentary and now I know that their glow is a miracle of natural evolution. I understand now why you find them lovely.”
You blink. “You watched a documentary?”
Class: “he watched a 3 hour long documentary?!”
“Yes,” he says solemnly, then pulls something from his coat.
It’s a small, ornate glass jar. Inside it is a tiny, enchanted lights flitting around—magical fireflies.
“I had Lilia teach me the spell. I wanted to bring them to you. They will never die, and they glow in your favorite colors.”
You stare at him, heart melting. “…You’re such a dramatic prince, you know that?”
He bows slightly. “Only for you.”
Now the whole class melting not just you
You step forward and grabbed his hand and pulled out of the classroom and when you closed the door behind you you leaned in and finally give him the kiss he’s been yearning for, slow, warm, and tender. His hand comes up to gently cup your cheek, holding you like you made out of glass.
When you break apart, you murmur, “Apology accepted.”
He smiles, utterly enchanted. “May I ask for another kiss… for the fireflies?”
“…You may.”
And this time, when the magic lights glow, he doesn’t call them vermin. He calls them beautiful.
☆Content: third years x gn!reader, fluff, established relationships
Cuddling with: 2nd years- here; 1st years -here
w/c: 3.1K (average 300 words each)
a/n: I actually had this in my drafts for over a month, but I was waiting for Leona’s sleepwear card to drop lol
cater diamond
Cater is such a cuddly boyfriend who loves all things physical touch. He just loves holding you in his arms while laying in the bed together and is the king of posting pictures of your intimate moments on magicam with cheesy captions like #lazysunday or #cuddleswithbae
Can be a little handsy at times. Cater is unashamed to admit it. Especially if you’re not paying enough attention to him, his wandering hands take it upon themselves to explore your body until you playfully scold him
Cater wore an annoyed look on his face. One you didn’t even notice from the way you were completely engrossed in the show on your phone. For the last half hour you hadn’t paid him any mind, and it was starting to annoy him.
“Y/n~” the ginger haired male whined. “I’m in dire need of your attention right now or I’ll die from neglect.”
His dramatization makes you laugh. “Just one more episode Cay, then I’m done.”
Huffing in annoyance, Cater buried his face into the crook of your neck, your hair tickling his nose. He inhaled contentedly. The scent of your shampoo relaxes him even more. His arms wrapped tighter around your midsection to keep you closer. When you still didn’t look up from your show, he frowned.
Fine. Cater would take matters into his own hands.
You immediately flinched at the cold feeling of Cater’s fingers on your skin. He chuckled, his breath hot against your neck. His hands trace up and down your sides, fluttering teasing at first before Cater begins to full blown tickle you.
Your laughter fills the room much to his delight. You try to squirm out of his grasp with no avail, accidentally kicking some of the pillows off the bed. “Stop, Cay your hands are cold!” You manage to wheeze out through your laughs. Now, your stomach was beginning to hurt.
“Not until you give a kiss first and tell me how amazing I am,” Cater insisted.
“Okay! Okay! I yield.” You’re finally freed from your boyfriend’s torture, rolling over to face him with a playful glare. Cater smiles, waiting expectantly for his kiss which you deliver. “You’re so clingy, you know that?”
Cater’s grins only widens. “Only when it comes to you.”
trey clover
No one can convince me that this man isn’t just a giant teddy bear. He’s such a gentle cuddler that’s equal parts big spoon and little spoon. Do you want him to hold you? He does so with tenderness and love. Want to cling to him like a koala? Go for it.
One of his favorite things though is to wake up with you in his arms. You just fit so perfectly against him and there’s nothing better than being able to have you at his side each morning.
As the sun peeks through the curtains, the light makes Trey stir, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. He turns on his side, facing away from the window, in hopes that sleep would reclaim him for a few extra minutes. Sleepily, he feels around the bed before finding what he’s looking for, wrapping his arms around your midsection, and pulling you back against his chest.
You groan a bit in your sleep, shifting around to face him so that you could nuzzle against his neck, your legs intertwining together with the messy sheets. Trey’s scent leaves you content and cozy. He always smells good to begin with.
“What time is it?” Trey mumbles, his voice sounding husky and deeper than usual from the drowsiness. He presses lazy kisses across your cheek and jaw, oddly clingy yet very gentle in the way he touches you.
“Dunno,” you yawn. “Don’t you have to help with the preparations for the unbirthday party today?”
“Right…”
Trey reaches over you to the dresser so that he could grab his glasses. His vision starts to clear once he puts them on, finding it a welcome sight to see you cuddled up against him.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Trey presses a kiss to your temple.
“Do you have to get up now?” You whine. “You’re so warm.”
Trey laughed. “Unfortunately, I do have duties to attend to.”
You tightened your hold around him before giving the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. “Just five more minutes in bed? Please?”
That was all it took to break Trey’s usually so unwavering resolve. How could he say no to you? After all, five more minutes with you in his arms didn’t sound all that bad.
leona kingscholar
King of naps and cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you’re not tired. If he wants to lay down and close his eyes for a few hours, you’re joining him whether you want to or not
Is a very protective cuddler. The kind to keep you close with a lazy arm around your waist. If you stray too far or act like you’re going to get out of bed, he wakes up to ask where you’re going. Leona is not letting you out of his sight.
The sound of your phone vibrating makes you stir awake. You groggily feel around for it, shutting the alarm off by pressing the button, before trying to close your eyes for a few extra minutes of sleep. Moments later, your second alarm goes off which makes you sigh in defeat.
After turning off the alarm, you try to sit up so that you could begin getting ready for your next class. Only…you can’t. A firm arm’s wrapped around your waist, pulling you down on to someone’s chest. No amount of wiggling allowed you to break free.
“Leona~let me go,” you complain. “I have to get ready for my next class.”
“Just skip,” the man beneath you grumbles, his voice husky from exhaustion. Leona’s arm tightens around you when you try to move. His tail wraps itself around you calf, tickling your skin. Nuzzling against the crook of your neck, Leona lets out a content, almost purr-like sigh.
You sigh exasperatedly as you’re completely stuck in his hold. As comfortable as you were, you really did have to get up.
“You can’t afford to skip anymore classes either mister,” you say. “And, we’ll be late if we don’t get ready.” Leona grunts in response, still making no effort to move. You manage to turn around to face him. Placing a teasing kiss against his jaw, you add, “if you get up and go to class, I’ll clear my schedule so that we can nap together all weekend.”
“Fine.”
A few moments pass before reluctantly, the lion sits up, yawning tiredly. You follow suit and stretch out the aches in your arms, but before you could get out of the bed, Leona steals a kiss which catches you off guard.
“I hope you know, that I plan to keep you all to myself this weekend, herbivore,” Leona mused. A playful smirk spread across his face. “And I don’t plan on letting you go.”
vil schoenheit
He’s more of a casual cuddler. The kind that has you tucked against his arm while watching a movie type. He keeps one hand free to access his phone while the other will absentmindedly trace circles down your back that eventually lulls you to sleep.
In public he’s not a big fan of PDA, so when you finally have some alone time with you out of the limelight does he shower you with physical affection. And don’t even think about trying to escape
Vil emerges from the bathroom feeling refreshed and relaxed. After a long day of filming and back to back shoots, he was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to just get in the bed and wind down for the evening.
You were already in your shared bed, tucked under the covers in your silky pajamas (that matched Vil's) with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn in your lap. Vil frowned.
"Really? You know having that much oil before bed will make your skin break out," Vil scoffed as he pulled back the blankets to slide in the bed next to you.
"I know, but we can't watch a movie without popcorn!" You retort, smiling at him.
Vil suppressed his own smile behind an eye roll. "You're just going to fall asleep within the first thirty minutes."
"Will not!"
"If you say so."
Tucking you under his arm, Vil pulled you close against his side before using the remote to turn on a movie. You had picked the film for the night, choosing one Vil himself had starred in with Neige Leblanche (Much to his dismay), but you had insisted it was because you enjoyed Vil's performance the best in this particular movie.
Resting your head on Vil's shoulder, you sunk further into his embrace. A few handfuls of popcorn and twenty minutes later, you had fallen asleep, exactly how Vil predicted.
"You didn't even put a dent in the popcorn," Vil sighed. He set the bowl on the night stand before carefully moving to tuck you under the covers. Your hand shot out to grab his arm.
"Don't go," you mumbled in your sleep.
Vil smiled. "Wouldn't dream of it." He laid down beside you, holding you in his arms as he slowly drifted off.
rook hunt
A true romantic that will sweep you off your feet. Literally. He likes to surprise you with his affections, picking you up from behind when you least expect it and stealing kisses when you’re caught off guard
He does this in public too. He’s not shy about PDA and letting the world know how much he loves you. But of course, if it makes you uncomfortable he’ll refrain. But when it’s just the two of you, Rook loves nothing more than to hold you in his arms.
You were in the bathroom doing your nightly routine to get ready for bed. Rook had been a gentleman in running you a warm bath to unwind. After thoroughly relaxing, you applied your usual skin and hair care before rubbing your body down with your favorite lotions and scrubs.
While bending down to put your items away under the sink cabinet, you don't notice your partner enter the bathroom. Suddenly, Rook's behind you, arms wrapping around your waist to lift and spin you around. A startled squeal leaves your lips, before you begin laughing.
"Rook! Don't do that! You're going to make me have a heart attack."
"Sorry mon amour! I cannot help myself when you look très belle in the pajamas I got you," Rook apologizes with a smile. "Ah! And I see you used the new lotions as well. Might I say the fragrance is absolutely delightful."
"It's kind of hard not to want to use them when I come home to find the most romantic bath waiting for me with a basket full of more roses and toiletries one could use in a lifetime," you say knowingly.
You knew it had to have been Rook who left the giant basket of all the new skin care products, essential oils, lotions, and scented fragrances you used on the bed. There was so much stuff that you couldn't possibly use them up any time soon, which made the basket insanely heavy. But, the sentiment was so endearing that it made your heart flutter.
"I just merely want ma belle to have the best to be able to relax after a long day of hard work." Rook placed a kiss on your cheek.
"Well, hurry up and shower so I can finish my long day in your arms," you tease. "You're not allowed in the bed until you take your outside clothes off."
"If that's what ma belle wants, ma belle shall receive."
idia shroud
Physical touch makes his brain short circuit, so you have to ease him into it. You have to initiate in the beginning, taking it upon yourself to wrap your arms around him while you’re laying in bed. Idia awkwardly at first doesn’t know whether to hold you back or leave you be
Eventually, his confidence grows and he becomes more comfortable being the big spoon. One of the most comfortable positions for him is to have you in his lap, laying back against his chest with his arms around your waist while the two of you play video games together
"Dammit!" You swear, throwing the controller across the bed. "Why is this level so stupidly hard!?" This was the fourth time in a row you had died in the game, and you were beyond frustrated at this point. You hadn't even made much progress, getting killed over and over at the same opponent.
"What level are you on?" Idia asks, not looking up from his computer where he had been playing a similar game to the one you played on the console.
"Level 13," you sigh. "The stupid bird thing keeps spitting out fire, and I can't avoid it in time without running into the turtle."
Idia spins his chair slightly to face the T.V. He holds his hand out for the controller which you place in his palm. Restarting the level, he begins to walk you through it. "When you get to this point, you have to hit this box here. It'll give you this power up to be able to take out the first enemy. It only last 10 seconds though, so you have to move quick."
Once he moves the character to a safe location after demonstrating what to do, Idia hands you back the controller. You take it from him then climb into his lap. His hair turns a brilliant shade of pink as you make yourself comfortable.
"W-what are you-"
"Shh! I have to focus, and I need you for emotional support."
You take it upon yourself to wrap Idia's arms around your waist. Hesitantly, he holds you a bit awkwardly. Not too tight, but not secure enough for your liking. So you lean back into his chest. Eventually, Idia relaxes a bit and hugs you close, hoping you can't feel the erratic beat of his heart through his sweatshirt.
Five seconds later, you die in the game. "DAMMIT!"
Sighing, Idia takes the controller from you. With his arms still around you, he takes over and flies through the level with ease, you encouragingly yelling for him to kill the bad guys.
"Did you plot this all along?" He mumbles, resting his chin on top of your head.
You maintain an innocent smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
lilia vanrouge
A chaotic cuddler. You never know if he’s going to be a gentle big spoon and give you royalty like treatment or wrestle you into the blankets. It stresses you out, cause you could be chilling out, watching a show when he decides to initiate a tickle fight.
Although he tends to be playful, he is very comforting when and if you need it. If you have a bad day, you can always count on Lilia to cheer you up by showering you will all the affection you need.
The day had sucked.
It was just one bad thing after the other. You overslept through your alarm. You failed your history test. Then an accident in Alchemy resulted in your uniform being soaked. Needless to say, you were over the day.
Even though it was still relatively early, you went back to the dorm, showered, and put on your pajamas. Putting your phone on DND, you then got in the bed and promptly passed out.
Hours later, when you wake, dusk has crept across the sky casting its orange hue through the window. You feel small circles around your back, realizing someone was gently tracing them while you slept. Groggily, you begin to sit up.
“Oh, dearie, you’re awake,” Lilia says, closing the book he had been reading. You squint, trying to make sense of his presence. “Are you still tired? You can go back to sleep if you want.”
“What are you doing here? What time is it?”
“Almost dinner time. You weren’t answering your phone, so I was worried something happened. Imagine my surprise to find you all ready for bed at three o’clock in the afternoon.”
You let out a tired sigh and lay back down into Lilia’s arms. He resumes tracing random circles across your back, the soothing sensation nearly lulling you back to sleep.
“It was a long day,” you say.
“I figured. Would you like to talk about it?”
You shake your head. “Later. I just want you to hold me right now.”
“That, I can do, and you don’t even have to ask.”
malleus draconia
Literally loves the intimacy that comes with cuddling. He loves being physically close to you in such a casual manner and cares more about you being comfortable. Do you need him to move his arm? Do you want to lay on his shoulder? He's happy to accommodate to your needs.
Secretly enjoys being the little spoon. Malleus loves it when you hang on to him, even if you happen to be smaller than he is. He finds it endearing, and something about you not wanting to let him go fills his chest with adoration.
Malleus watched your movements curiously.
You had instructed him not to move then proceeded to straddle his waist. It caught him off guard, the level of boldness, but followed directions and let you do what you wanted. You spent the last few minutes messing with his hair, looking intently focused on what you were doing.
“Okay done!” You finally announce. You had braided Malleus’s hair back into a French braid, looking quite proud of your work. His hair was so soft and silky with a natural shine to it that made it fun to play with.
“Thank you,” Malleus says with a smile. “You seem quite pleased with yourself.”
“Well, with your hair pulled back, I can better see the scales on your forehead,” you explain. Gently, your fingers brush against the black scaling that adorned the base of his crown. You look to Malleus for permission, who nods, even bending his head down more to be able to feel the smooth texture.
“Why does something so minuscule please you?” Malleus asked curiously. “Majority of the time they are covered by my hair that they go unnoticed.”
“I like them because they’re unique to you,” you answer. “I like seeing all the most intimate parts of you. I feel as if I get to learn more about you this way.”
Your response catches Malleus off guard. The faintest hint of pink touches his cheeks before he smiles and pulls you into his chest. “You make my heart feel so full. I feel so lucky to have you.”
His arms wrap tightly around you, unwilling to let go.
While courting, crocodiles can be surprisingly tender, involving much touching of snouts, rubbing of necks, blowing of bubbles and resting of heads on each other’s backs.
Sebek Zigvolt! Whose face grew crimson at your utter lack of decorum, as he so nicely put it, when you’d fallen asleep on his back after one of Vargas’s more tiring lessons - what? You’d groaned, ignoring all of his minimal at best attempts to push you off, further curling into him, shoving your face into the crook of his neck, completely oblivious to the poor first-year’s inner turmoil. You insolent little -! Fine, he’d allow just this once. (Lies. He wouldn’t mind even if you did it daily.) Calloused hand now usually placed against the back of your neck while walking, fingertips pressed against your nape, so gently, almost like he was afraid holding onto you too tightly would shatter you, all while his posture remained ramrod straight and face flushed a pretty pink, as if he was embarrassed from doing something intimate…oh well, you wouldn’t expect any less from your favourite emotionally constipated croc <33 Running up to you one day brandishing two bubble wands like they were swords, loudly complaining about the brainless humans(who really were just confused onlookers wondering why the two of you were blowing bubbles at the courtyard), before immediately flipping and complimenting your excellent bubble-blowing form(red-eared all the while, waving his bubble wand back and forth like he was doing something important. Cute.) Stiffly asking one day if he had permission, permission to what, exactly, you weren’t so sure but hey - why not? Steeling yourself for whatever Sebek had in store for you, only for something hard to bump rather awkwardly into your forehead, another thing pressed against your nose… eh? His hands cradled carefully around your face to rub his nose against yours, so positively red you couldn’t help but giggle - a bad decision, on your part, because you quickly lost your footing and fell onto the grass, sending poor Sebek tumbling down with you(Whatever, it wasn’t like he cared that much, anyway - not when you were laughing like that, eyes ceased at the corners and cheeks ruddy). Barging into your room for the umpteeth time the next week, a hint of nervousness in his tone - “Lilia has arranged a meeting with you. It is only expected of him - my parents are currently unavailable to assess my mate, so he will do it in their stead. Pardon? Of course, I’m referring to you! Have you gone mad?” Madly oblivious, sure, but hey - a boyfriend’s a boyfriend, especially since it was your fav croc ;)
While courting, bats will douse themselves with perfume, sing or scream to express desire, as well as engage in mutual grooming and wing-flicking.
Lilia Vanrouge! Whose grin widened like a Cheshire's when you invited him out for an impromptu karaoke session, and even more so when he caught a whiff of your new perfume - “My, my, how bold ~” …eh? Resting his chin on closed fists, as he watched you belt out a popular song with a sickeningly dreamy look in his eyes, before choosing his own song with all the seriousness of an army general leading his troops to war, cheerfully screeching into the karaoke mic death metal, beaming at you with a proud grin after the song ended(well, Cater did mention he liked metal, so this probably wasn’t out of the ordinary, right?). Dousing himself with copious amounts of strong perfume right before attending any of his classes that you were in to the point that the entirety of Diasomnia knew what the two - mostly one - were up to, sending you looks of mild annoyance whenever they caught you and Lilia walking by(“Just say yes already, i don’t know how much more of this lovey-dovey nonsense I can stand -“ “There’s a betting pool if you’re interested -“ “Oh, really?”). Unexpectedly rough hands becoming touchier and grabby with you, if possible, now always semi-permanently glued to your body, whether it be simply running his fingers through your hair(oh-so gently brushing out knots or the occasional tangle with the care so unlike his usual reckless demeanour, almost like he was worried pulling a little too sharply would harm you) or barging randomly into your dorm for impromptu self-care nights, armed with face masks from Pomefiore and a old movie in hand(eyes gazing into yours a little too adoringly when you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder halfway through, fingertips brushing a stray lock of hair back, humming sweetly as he draped a blanket over your shoulders - he’d have to rummage through your kitchen to prepare you a wonderful meal when you woke up…he was sure you wouldn’t mind too much, now <33 Face turning a shade of pink he would have giggled at when you decided to surprise him by randomly appearing from behind and almost screaming his name, his raspberry-red eyes widened in delight, voice awed and nearly breathless, taking your hands in his, with a stupidly lovestruck look in his eyes - “Does this mean… you’ve finally accepted me? Oh, I should tell Silver right away! He’d be delighted to have another parent - hm? Did you really think we’d become mates without me introducing you to my family? Goodness beastie, what a funny thought! Come along now, you can meet the rest over dinner!” :))))
While courting, dragons may offer their potential mate treasures from their own hoard, as well as show displays of power to win their affection. Inviting their potential mate to their hoard is considered to be a sacred act, as well as an agreement to the courtship.
Malleus Draconia! Who had been acting even more socially inept than usual - awkwardly offering you gems and necklaces and brooches which you were sure cost more than you could ever spend in your lifetime, right next to delicately carved stone gargoyles(that took you quite a while to find a place for, but no worries), along with frequently alarming actions that anyone else would’ve been scared of - such as Malleus nearly flooding the school after you tried to get up from your lunch table to get water, Malleus snapping a tree cleanly in half after Rook had been ‘observing’ the two of you, Malleus stepping on your keychain which had fallen off your bag, causing him to despair and cause rainstorms for three days… ah, good times, good times(and probably nothing more to the way his emerald green eyes seemed to glisten at you when you told him that breaking your keychain was fine, since it was an accident, and such a small thing wouldn’t deter you from being his friend… yeah, probably nothing.) Inviting you out to visit his room one day with a rare flush to his pale cheeks, pointed ears reddened to their tips - odd, but this was a normal friend activity, right?? Flushing an even deeper shade of scarlett when you admired his hoard collection of pennants and souvenirs gifted to him from Lilia, happily recounting all of the outlandish stories he’d been told by him as he grew up, eyes blown wide like a surprised cat’s after you’d told him you’d love to experience those places, places he’d only ever heard of since birth, with him - “Did you… did you really mean that?” Avoiding your gaze like an embarrassed schoolgirl all of a sudden, usually composed face tinted pink, something so worrying you couldn’t help but reach out to touch his cheek, just to check in case of an odd fae illness - something which only led to Malleus staring at you like a particularly strange animal, only for him to sigh(dreamily?) and lean into your warm touch, closing his eyes shut. (He really was sick, then. He had to be. After all, his body temperature was oddly hot, and his pulse seemed to be growing faster by the minute.) Humming a new tune - a song Lilia used to sing for him when he was young, apparently - the day after, appearing in your front door like he’d been summoned, lips curling upwards the minute he’d since your face, in all its just-woken-up-bedheaded glory. “Ah, there you are, my dear. I’ve already informed Lilia of our relationship, and he has approved. Though, those senators seem less… excited about our future, but no matter. We should leave for Briar Valley in a few days time - I’m sure they’ll have a change of heart after meeting my lovely future head consort in person, and if not… well, I’ll simply just have to do some convincing.” ;)))
BONUS:
While courting, humans don't usually rest on each other’s backs, scream to profess their love, nor do they typically invite potential mates to their hoard - but neither were they raised and surrounded by fae, so Silver certainly was a different case altogether.
Silver! Who had decided to ask his fellow peers for advice on how to properly court you - hence, Sebek. “INTIATE INTIMATE TOUCH!” was his junior’s advice, which turned out…okay. His original plan of going on a walk in the forest together had been a massive fail, falling asleep on a bench when you’d asked to take a break - his head perched on your shoulder, long eyelashes fluttered shut, near silent snores escaping his barely opened lips. (Not like you minded much. Silver falling asleep on you was becoming a common occurrence, the more you spoke to him.) His second attempt at wooing you coming directly from his fa - Lilia, himself - to invite you out for a karaoke date. Which was fun - until Silver’s song of choice came on, a song Lilia had strongly recommended to ‘properly show them you’re interested’… a decision he’d later come to regret, after being hit in the face with heavy bass and its singer letting out an unholy shriek. Though he did try his best to sing along, which turned out… interesting. His voice hoarse from all that screaming and shouting, leading to him being confined to his room due to his unbearably sore throat, sighing wistfully and staring out his window, watching the blue birds chirp and squirrels climb up trees, deep in thought…(why wasn’t any of his courting methods working? Should he ask Kalim for help next?) Jolting up when Malleus barged in, in his own polite way, smiling from ear to ear as he spoke,”Your beloved has arrived with soup. I believe they are here to assist you. Lilia has already let them in. Good luck.” Face tinted a soft pink when you sat down on his bed and offered him a flask of chicken soup(that he was extremely grateful for, after politely refusing Lilia’s many attempts to feed him his strange concoctions), auroral eyes locked onto your gaze, so intently focused on you that he tipped over the thermos of soup, apologising over and over as he felt you do a once-over on him, fingertips lightly patting him down, eyes scanning him for injuries. “I love you.” The words escaping his mouth before he could stop himself, eyes blown open by his own directness, even more so when you flushed a shade of pink he found absolutely charming, reciprocating his feelings. Wait…really? Smiling giddily like an idiot after you’d accepted his confession, opening the door to walk you back to your dorm, only to see Lilia, Sebek and Malleus to tumble out, presumably listening in to the entire thing. Looking up at you with an apologetic smile, holding onto your hand just a little bit tighter, as if trying to reassure you -“I hope you weren’t too surprised… they might be a little much, but it's okay, because i love you, and I’m sure they’ll love you just as much as i do.” :))))
hey, if you liked this… check out Heartslabyul's, Savannaclaw’s or Octavinelle’s versions?
alternatively; check out the Diasomnia masterlist?
💞 — in which living with you during the duration of training for the big vdc/sdc performance makes your peers pick up on some of your odd habits.
💞 — featuring: vil schoenheit, rook hunt, kalim al-asim, jamil viper, deuce spade, epel felmier, ace trappola!!
💞 — gender neutral reader. around 400-500 words each. warnings: none. i love this group of boys sm you guys don't understand.
VIL SCHOENHEIT.
🩷 — Sitting in strange positions while reading and moving around a lot.
Every time Vil caught you in a strange position while reading, he had to keep himself from reaching over and forcing you into a normal one. The first time he caught you, he was quick to correct your stance, claiming that the position would cause the cushions to flatten and hurt your neck in the long run. You conceded, claiming he was right to keep an argument from ensuing, and then opted to lie on the rug and read on your side.
You were a restless reader, moving in every position to find the perfect and most comfortable one. Eventually, Vil realized this was something about you that would not change, no matter how much he tried to force you into a proper seating position.
He sat on the couch, looking through his notifications while you were lying on your back beside him, legs propped up on the armrest, while you held the book up. Vil glanced from his phone to see your eyes focused on the pages, but he could tell your hands were a bit shaky under the weight of the tome. He gave it a few minutes until your arms began to bother you, and you would turn to lie on your belly.
3... 2... 1.
You turned to lie on your belly instead, your chin propped on the pillow that had once been beneath your head, and the book resting in front of you, nearly touching Vil’s thigh.
“Still too stubborn to sit properly?”
“It’s just not as comfortable,” you replied.
“This doesn’t seem very comfortable either.”
You rolled your eyes. “You should try it.”
“I’d rather not.”
“Oh, come on. It’s a really nice stretch.”
He silenced you with a narrowed gaze that made you muffle any other silly comments.
A moment of silence passed between the two of you before Vil sighed and grabbed a spare pillow, letting it rest against his thigh, and then reaching out to take the book from your hands and bracing it up against the pillow. “Holding that book too long will hurt your wrists.”
“Thank you, Vil,” you drawled, smiling up at him before turning the page to your book. “You’re my hero.”
The blonde looked down at you, confused. “Don’t be so dramatic.”
“I’m serious, Vil. You just saved me from premature chronic backaches and wrist pain.”
He said nothing and returned to his phone, a smile tugging at the corner of his perfectly painted lips.
ROOK HUNT.
🩷 — Apologizing to the furniture whenever you bump into it or hit it roughly.
Rook thought it was the loveliest thing in the world when you first did it before him. It was a whimsical habit that you had to apologize to the counters or the walls whenever you bumped into them or slammed your hand against them too roughly, as if they could bruise and need consolation from you. It was sweet, and each time he heard a soft thump, he learned to wait for the quiet "sorry" that would follow.
Despite how he loved seeing you apologize to furniture, he did not want you hurting yourself, so he had taken to covering up any corners with his hand if you were about to bump into them. If, in your endless giggles, you were about to hit a table or a wall, he caught your hand so that your palm would not feel the sting and tingle afterwards. Now, you apologized to him, making excuses for your clumsiness, and he always reassured you that it was charming.
It was your guys’ turn to clean up the kitchen after dinner, so you both got to work. You began to put away any dried dishes from the rack while Rook wiped down the counters. It was always pleasant working with him. He was wonderful at conversations and never let a silence grow uncomfortable.
“So, Trickster, how are you enjoying sharing your dorm with everyone?” he asked, placing the fruit basket back onto the main island. He had noticed you insisted on being a good host, despite how dilapidated the dorm was.
Drying another cup, you shrugged. “It’s been fine, I guess. Lively. It makes me wonder what the dorm was like when students still lived here,” you said. You were occupied with the secrets of this place, always chatting away with the ghosts after they startled you.
Rook smiled; the thought of this old place filled with students talking and bickering from wall to wall was a pleasant one. “Hmm, that means we are breathing life into historical ruin, oui?”
“I guess,” you replied, smiling. You turned around to put a plate into the other cabinets, unknowingly heading straight into the overhead fan above the stove.
But just before your face hit the metal, Rook reached over and tugged you back by the collar of your shirt. “Ah, fais attention! You need to remain observant, Trickster.” Rook tugged you back before stepping in front of you to take the glass plate from your hands.
You were flustered, embarrassed by your clumsiness. “Oh, uhm… sorry, Rook.”
“T'inquiète! Here, I will finish the dishes, and you can sweep. I’d rather you didn’t hold anything fragile,” he teased, his green eyes narrowing upon the beautiful flush that traveled to your ears.
JAMIL VIPER.
🩷 — Being extra cautious whenever someone knocks on the door.
The knocking at the door always startled you. He saw it firsthand when you tried to hide the fact that you answered the dorm with the broom in hand as if he were some sinister attacker and not just the guy who was carrying in water bottles for his and Kalim's stay at the dorm. He was suspicious of your reasons but figured he would just lie back and observe for a while.
And then he saw you argue with Epel after he opened the door before checking who was outside. Jamil knew that was reckless, but they were on campus, and he felt your reaction was a bit dramatic. He just opened the door, not the gate to the underworld. But again, he decided to just observe.
From then on, he saw the way you flinched at the sound of familiar knocks. It was the afternoon, and Ace was coming back from club activities, or Vil was returning with his packages, or Rook was coming back after his little hunts, and yet you always seemed to be waiting for the worst. Like Death himself was waiting just outside that old door, scythe ready to cut you down at the foyer. So, Jamil began to answer the door for you. It was no skin off his back, and quite frankly, seeing you so shaken up was not pleasant. He did owe you for all that happened at Scarabia.
A knock came at the door as he was cutting fruit in the kitchen. He set the knife down and rinsed his hands before heading to answer the door but found you already there, a bottle of bleach from the laundry room held behind your back as you checked who it was. He watched your shoulder drop as you realized it was only Epel and Deuce.
After you let them in, he approached, taking the bottle from your hands with an arched brow. “‘An jad? Bleach?”
You looked away from him, embarrassed. “Just in case, you know—”
“Just in case someone hostile is waiting for you outside?” He asked with a deadpan expression, as if trying to tell you with just his eyes that the most threatening thing to pass through those doors was a hangry Grim.
You bit the inside of your cheek, and he almost felt guilty for his bluntness. Almost. He did not know how to put it to you softly. He sighed and set the bottle down on a nearby table. His hands found their home on his hips. “There’s no one coming to attack you.”
“You don’t know that. When I was a kid…” You began but quickly quieted yourself down, unsure if you should share that story with him. It was not like he was a friend, nor did he seem to like you very much.
Jamil’s brows furrowed. “When you were a kid...?”
“Never mind,” you mumbled.
Jamil sighed once more. “Fine. Come, I just finished cutting up those peaches Rook brought.”
KALIM AL ASIM.
🩷 — Always shutting the blinds and curtains at sunset.
Kalim was quick to catch on to how the minute you saw the sky turn pink, you turned on the lights and began to go around tugging curtains shut and closing the blinds of all the windows. If you ever noticed a crack in the dark sky peeking through the fabric, you always found a way to cover it up, leaving no view of the outside to be seen.
At first, he assumed it was just a chore that you did, and so he offered to help. Whenever you got up to close the blinds by the door, he took care of the ones in the lounge, doing his best to make sure no part of the window was showing, just how you liked it.
Tonight, it seemed to come by even quicker, so you forgot about your ritual blind closing, and before you knew it, it was dark. You got up and quickly went to work, and of course, Kalim followed you.
As you were closing the large blinds of the lounge, you saw a shadow move outside in the dark. You flinched and let out a little yelp, alerting your light-haired friend.
“Whoa—are you alright, qumri?” He asked, his hands hovering around you, almost cautious about holding you. His carmine eyes were wide with concern as a soft frown tugged at his lips.
Taking a deep breath, you nodded and tugged the edge of the curtain behind the shelf to hold it shut. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I just thought I saw something outside, you know?” you explained, and then you felt silly for your fears.
The nighttime was beautiful, and you tended to enjoy a late-night walk here and there, and yet the idea of seeing someone outside of your dark window still horrified you. You were acting like a kid had just seen a poorly made horror film. Gently, you touched Kalim’s forearms and guided them down. “I’m fine; it’s silly.”
Kalim’s frown deepened. He hated to see you be so dismissive of your feelings. It reminded him of Jamil. So, he shook his head. “You’re not fine. You’re scared, and that’s okay. I can close the rest of the curtains.” He began to guide you to the couch to sit.
“No, really, Kalim—”
He stubbornly shook his head. “La’ ajlis. Sit down, I’ll finish it, and then we can talk.”
You wanted to argue, but there was a look in his eyes that proved it would be pointless, so you just nodded. “Okay.”
DEUCE SPADE.
🩷 — Painting whatever part of the dorm seems blank, but never finishing the piece.
Unlike much of the VDC group, Deuce and his heart card companion had been in Ramshackle dorm many times before, so he easily began to pick up so many little things about the dorms, such as the little paintings on the doors and baseboards that seemed to start and then never be completed.
He noticed them first on the front door. You were squatting down, painting vines and flowers along the wood, and you got to about half of the door before abandoning the project, muttering to Grim about how you would finish it later. Three overblots since then, and you had not finished it.
His green eyes would find other paintings too, along the baseboards of the halls, little planets along one of the kitchen cabinets, butterflies on the bedposts of some of the rooms, and roses on the windowsills, and yet none of them were completed. He would catch you sitting on the hardwood floor, painting, before finding you the next second somewhere else doing something else. He was not the most consistent guy, so he did not judge you for never finishing the projects. In fact, he found your unfinished art charming. You were leaving your mark on this world before you eventually had to pass through and return to your own.
When you saw you crouched down before the windowsill in the early morning, while Vil was still doing his morning routine, and Rook could be heard singing as he tended to the plants outside, he decided to join you. There was a disposable plate on the ground with some paints, a few brushes, and a cup filled with water.
“Are you gonna finish this one?” he asked, his hair still messy and his pink sweat-set wrinkled up from sleep.
You shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not.” You never once looked up from your work, painting little chicks walking in a squiggly line. You had blocked out the shapes, drawing in where the brightest colors would go and where the darkest ones would go.
Deuce nodded, almost entranced at the movements your hands made to make the chicks come to life. “You should come get breakfast,” he said after a minute or so.
“I will. I just want to finish one of the chicks.”
He wanted to remind you that this piece would end up like all the other ones littered around the dorm—unfinished—but he opted not to, just nodding. “Alright. I’ll save you a spot.”
EPEL FELMIER.
🩷 — Acting fidgety whenever you’re outside and it's late.
You always tended to be at Ramshackle before nightfall, and you seemed very insistent about it, but Epel thought nothing of it. He knew how his housewarden could get whenever people were up and out late at night, so he just assumed you were just a stickler for the rules. Though if he was going to be quite frank, had he been the person from another world ending up somewhere else, he would not follow any stuffy rules regarding curfews and whatnot.
But then he ends up walking with you back to Ramshackle, alone at night, once the library is closed. You both lost track of time as you studied, and the sun decided not to wait until you returned home to set, since the moon insisted upon getting his turn to watch the tiny people on this side of the planet. Epel then realizes that you are not just some goody-two-shoes but instead terrified of walking in the dark.
It did not help that Ramschackle was so far from the rest of the school, so isolated, with many places for creepers to hide while you walked on the much too noisy cobblestone road.
He felt sorry watching as you fidgeted about, looking around while picking at your cuticles in a way that would get you a long scolding from Vil. The slightest shift from the trees, the coo of the nocturnal birds—it all made you nervous and flinch. In your colorful imagination, the crows decided to come out just to caw at you. Some nights you could feel something crawling down the back of your neck, into the space between your skin and your ill-fitting hand-me-down uniform. It was too much for your fragile nerves.
Thus, Epel took things into his own hands, literally. He reached over and tugged your hand, holding it as tightly as he could in his own. “Hey, don’t worry. If anything comes up, I can handle it,” he said, puffing his chest up a bit.
You gazed at the cute first-year, his lilac hair bouncing gorgeously, his large turquoise eyes displaying naivete and determination, and his hands, which were calloused from his work he did with his family, softened only recently with the lotions he received after being placed in Pomefiore. You felt a little more secure after you looked at him… less alone. You were certain that the monsters would crawl away and all the crows would be chased off by his raging temper. You nodded. “Okay.”
“I’m serious! Trust me, I can protect ya, I promise,” he responded, searching for doubt in your eyes. When he could find none, he huffed and walked ahead, stepping just a little bit in front of you as he led you down the cobblestone path.
ACE TRAPPOLA.
🩷 — Leaving your things in spots where they do not belong.
Ace, like Deuce, had the pleasure of knowing you and Grim before the VDC came about; thus, he already knew about your weird habits regarding opening the door and painting random little stuff. Hell, he often called you a cat for the way you sat and read your books, but really, living with you made him aware of a different habit of yours. You loved to just leave your things around the place. Occasionally, you even left your things in the room where he was staying.
Once it was your hairbrush, which you left at the vanity in his room since you believed his room had a better mirror-to-dresser ratio that matched your height. You did your hair and left your hair-filled hairbrush and hair ties on the vanity, which he proceeded to chase you with, only to be scolded by Vil for the commotion.
It was true what they said; you do not truly know someone until they are living with you. He watched you reapply lip balm in the kitchen before leaving the product on the counter-top by the paper towels, and then you proceeded to complain about not being able to find it a few hours later. Ace felt like the wife in some old sitcom telling her husband where his keys were, in his pocket, and his sunglasses, on his head.
But it was delightful, despite how he rolled his eyes and poked your cheek with your lip balm mid-rant.
You left your mark even without your paint set, and it was beautiful. Your perfume on the hallway windowsill where you were applying it while watching Rook tend to the plants, your book in the laundry room where you had been reading while your clothes ran through the wash, your journal, which you forgot by the door, and your jacket across the couch, where Vil repeatedly reminded you it did not belong. He memorized all the places your stuff touched, like a lover's kiss across warm skin.
So, when you barreled into the lounge, racing down the stairs, rambling something about your missing notes, he did not even have to look up from his phone. He used his foot to point at them on a table across from the couch he was lying on. “Honestly, you should probably just tape your things to yourself. You lose everything,” he drawled, like it was an inconvenience to him.
You rolled your eyes as you walked over to collect your things. “Oh, shut up, Ace. This chaos is controlled.”
“Controlled? You can’t tell your hands from your feet. Hey—Ow!” His teasing was cut short when you pinched his calf.
“If you don’t got nothing nice to say, keep your mouth shut.”
Ace scoffed as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Whatever.”
And still, he watched with fondness as you made your way out, forgetting your headband on the couch, the place you had set it down to free your hands up for your notes.
Being a Keyblade Wielder you thought you'd have seen everything by now. But you never expected to end up in a world where the villains you defeated were worshipped.
more twst x kh content because i’ve been hyper fixated on it for the past few months T_T speaking of, the reason I've been gone for so long is because I’ve now got a fic in the makings- using this exact concept! it’s posted on my wattpad and quotev, but I’m also debating if I should put it on this site… it’s quite long though! lmk if you guys think I should :]
Twisted Wonderland was weird.
You thought you’d have seen everything by now. Being a Keyblade Wielder, your job was to travel across worlds, defeating the darkness and hate spread by those willing to conquer.
You’d experienced stories and magic you could barely comprehend, standing on the sidelines as you watched fairytales play right before your eyes.
Creatures and supernaturals were considered friends, being far different from the monsters you imagined them to be. Even talking animals were a common thing now, having traveled with Donald Duck and Goofy for a better part of three years now.
You never thought you'd miss them.
Your life back on Destiny Islands was simple. Back there, you had a home; with small rowing boats and hammocks on the tiny island a quick swim away. You had proper food, with star shaped fruits said to bind your soul with your loved ones. Most importantly- you had your best friends; Sora, Riku, and Kairi— all eccentric yet lovable characters that held your heart. You would do anything for them.
The island was a sanctuary, a place for comfort and familiarity. If you had known what you did now, you would've trapped yourself there, basking in the warm sand and cool water brushing across your body. But then, being young and immature, you just wanted to leave.
Three years have passed since then. Years full of mystery and surprise.
You had undergone many things on your journey; battling against Heartless and monsters. Falling down rabbit holes and encountering princesses every which way you turned. Meeting leaders of all kinds of worlds, binding your hearts to create everlasting friendships. You had even sided with villians, willing to set aside your differences to accomplish your goals.
It was odd… working with Maleficent.
At one point you even had your heart stolen. Ripped away from you to create a husk. And that was just the surface.
You thought you had seen everything by now....
But Twisted Wonderland was weird.
Everything happened so suddenly; kicking open an overly fancy coffin ( far different from the ones Jack Skellington used ) only to be met by a creature that looked oddly like Stitch. But before you could ask anything, he gave chase, demanding you give him your robes— how did you even get these on?
Panic stricken, you ran. Running across classrooms, hallways, and courtyards- all while trying to get away from the cat.
Questions and concerns began to gush through your mind. How could you have gotten here? Where was everyone?
And where were you?
The next thing you knew, you were in a regal library, cornered by the monster. Floating books and dancing lanterns surrounded you, all approaching with intrigue. They all seemed to be observing you, like they were anticiping something.
Blue fire brushed across your skin, the flames flickering against your robes. You realized they were waiting for a spell, like they knew you would cast it before the thought could even pop into your mind.
Just as you raised your hand, getting ready to summon your Keyblade, a whip wrapped around the cat.
Both of you jumped, eyes darting to the double doors, finding a crow-looking man standing there. He looked oddly disappointed. Your eyes immediately narrowed, hands tensing.
Just looking at him made you feel on edge.
He was radiating darkness.
His golden eyes seemed to be staring right into your soul, gazing deep and pulling you apart from the seams. They pierced through your own. Entrancing. Like they were studying and discerning your moves. You didn't like them.
They looked like a villians.
You were wary of the man, raising a brow when he introduced himself. Crowley was his name; Descendant of a Hero. An odd name for someone whose heart seemed so full of darkness. He led you to a chamber room, surrounded by floating coffins and magic. Dark energy overfilled the room, whispers and cackles echoing from robed figures as they eyed your form.
You thought back to Organization XIII.
You didn't like robes all that much anymore.
They were traumatizing.
Crowley huffed, pushing you in front of— the magic mirror? Was that the one The Evil Queen used?
The mask in the mirror spoke, blank eyes narrowing at you as if you'd attack it at any second. Of course, it had every right to be afraid. Your friend literally threw a giant key at it once. Hopefully it could get passed that though, and you could ask it how you got here?
It bullshitted something about you not having a soul, ( you had a strange inkling it was being petty but whatever ) but before it could finish, the cat broke free.
He yelled, claiming he was strong enough to be at this school, and that he deserved your spot. You tilted your head at his outburst. Was that all he wanted? You gladly would've given your spot to him. You weren’t meant to be in this world in the first place. Hopefully you’d be out of here soon.
You had Heartless to go fight.
You had to go find Sora.
A quick mishap occurred, with Grim ( you remembered his name ) setting the room on fire. Apparently he was trying to show off his magic; an odd way to do so but you digress. A red haired boy chased after him, along with a boy with glasses.
Their magic was strange, coming out of a jeweled pen of all things.
Wind magic was casted, similar to your own Aero spells. Water attacks were aimed at it, easily dousing the blue flames. It was honestly amazing, watching so much magic come out of a tiny pen.
The redhead stopped in front of the cat, pointing his pen at him with narrowed eyes. Your own widened as he shouted a curse.
Off with your head.
That sounded awfully familiar.
…
Crowley was going to kick you out.
The magic mirror- or rather the dark mirror- explained that you didn't have a home to go to. You guessed it was because Destiny Islands was a whole other world, and simple mirror travel wouldn't be able to reach that far.
No matter, you could simply contact Donald or Riku on your Gummi phone and go home.
But of course, the first time a phone specifically made to communicate between worlds doesn't work is when you need it most.
So you did the only thing you could.
And showed him your Keyblade.
He muttered something to himself, widened eyes never leaving the blade in your hand. His feathers ruffled in surprise and intrigue, the slight curl of them being… strange.
It was as if they were smiling.
Your eyes flickered to his own- noticing his scary… intense gaze.
You didn’t dare break contact, being far too focused on those piercings eyes.
Those haunting, golden eyes.
Eyes that looked just like Xehanorts.
The Headmage led you to a rundown cabin, home to a variety of ghosts and cobwebs. The building reminded you of the ones in Halloween Town; rundown with mischievous creatures inhabiting the spaces. These ghosts just looked like marshmallows.
You let out a low sigh, allowing yourself to fall on the dusted couch in the lounge. Debris flew up under your weight, flying into the air before dissapting. Your gaze was focused on the ceiling above, dazed as rain droplets fell to your cheeks and the wooden floors below.
The building was silent, aside from the rain. Wind blew against cobwebs, flying past your face and sticking to the rotting wood. Splinters and jagged pieces spiked up, parts of the walls ripped apart from age and student endeavors.
It was lonely here.
You didn't have anyone in this world.
Not even Jiminy fucking Cricket.
You hadn’t been alone in a long time.
The door creaked open, "Myah- it's really pouring out there!"
...
Twisted Wonderland.
That's what this place was called.
A world very befitting for its name.
Everything about this world was off— or at least— Night Raven College was.
Students seemed to love and adore the beings you had tried so desperately to keep away. They had dorms dedicated to them, embracing their darkness and allowing themselves to fall under its curse. Darkness that you had to get rid of.
Of course, they didn't actually know about the dangers you faced, finding these villians to be great and kind. They didn't know of the death and tragedy caused- the mistakes you had to fix.
It was strange though. Worlds weren't supposed to know of one another, otherwise chaos could ensue.
So why was Twisted Wonderland a combination of them all?
You suppose that's how this place got its name.
Everything in this world was twisted. Villians were considered heroic; great and all mighty beings that you and Sora definitely didn't beat.
While in the botanical gardens you sometimes laugh, imagining Leona's face if you told him you helped kill Scar. He gives you weird looks, telling you to shut up and go back to sleep. You try. It doesn’t work.
It wasn't until the Riddle incident did you realize why you were sent to this world. Darkness and hatred had been accumulating in the corners of this realm, seeping into the depths of people's hearts.
It was at times like this that made you miss Sora.
You turned over on your bed, eyes focused on the ceiling above. Moonlight seeped in through the wooden cracks, bits of the glowing celestial body peeking in. It was almost speaking to you, luring you towards it with the promise of comfort.
Kingdom Hearts.
Your eyes shut, turning away from the beckoning moon.
Well whatever. You had another long day ahead of you.
…
Thoughts? This was just a quick wip that I made in like an hour lolll. I’m thinking of doing another part tho, where we dive into character interactions and such. Rlly wanna write for Silver and a KH! MC!
immediately had to drop everything to draw this in a fugue of utter delight. I'm SO glad that 1) at least one character does, in fact, sleep in full-on Scrooge cosplay, complete with the little pompom on his hat, and 2) of course it's Rook. of course it is.
calls you “my dear” and “lovely”/“wonderful” even though we literally just met
remarks that it would be nice to hold hands and stroll through the forest together
is the first character in all of Twst to have a BLUSHING face
bro holds your hand and kisses you (on the back of the hand??) without even waiting or asking for your okay (avert your eyes, Grim…)????
HE ALSO KISSES GRIM AND THE OTHER BOYS
HE WALKED OUT OF a DAtinG SIM 😭
Other Skully facts:
he’s taller than Malleus (not including the horns, just judging by the models) and Sebek (stated explicitly in the dialogue)
he is a first year student at a small, isolated magic school in a mist-shrouded rural village
speaks very respectfully, even to fellow first years
he refers to himself using an archaic form of “I” (wagahai)
HE’S AN OTAKU FOR HALLOWEEN, he calls Jack Skellington “Jack-sama” dbsksbsiqguzvs
the village where he attends school considers Jack Skellington the founder of Halloween; Jack Skellington is not known outside of this village
Skully doesn’t like to talk about his school since he self-admits to not having many people who understand him
confirmed a mage, but he doesn’t have a magestone
chunibyo?? Like, he presents as mysterious initially but actually has very excitable reactions to things, lots of purpose prose too
Leona calls him a BADGER
(Side note: GRIM’S NEW oUTFIT 👌 He looks perfect in that suit!! LOOKS At HIS WIDDLE PAW gLOVES… And the chest fluff sticking out gives the illusion of a cravat! Aaaaaah, so cute 💕)
Hey, I discovered your account on Wattpad a few years ago and unfortunately, since your account was deleted, you lost some of your work. But I was wondering if there was any way you could reupload some of the old lost ones such as "Traitor" with Rook Hunt ?
Thank you, have a great day
I believe that was one of the ones that got wiped completely when my account was hacked and deleted but I do have screenshots still in my phone of stories I haven’t re-written yet so it could potentially be in there?
If not I will try my best to recreate it from what I remember.
There is a few stories that I feel uncomfortable rewriting and will not upload again
SYNOPSIS: A ghost groom has claimed MC as his unwilling bride. Unfortunately for him, she's already got a lover
⊹ [ c.w ] — violence, possessive behavior, malleus blows a fucking green laser down ramshackle, mentions of blood, yuu is poor but we alrdy knew that, papa crewel crumbs
⊹ [ w.c ] — 1.6k
opening post with malleus! if this gets enough attention, I might do more :P
"You what?" Crewel seethed, eyes wide as an unsettling smile stretched across the red of his cheeks.
"Repeat that."
"I…I accidentally released that ghost from the spellbook," Grim sobbed, his glossy eyes reflecting both fear and guilt as he looked up at the imposing figure of the professor. "And he's taken my henchhuman as his bride!"
Oh, Great Sevens. Not again.
Crewel groaned, his hands reaching up to frantically rub at his burning eyes. The flickering candlelight cast erratic shadows across his face.
"Please, do tell. How in Wonderland did someone with your lackluster skills manage to—" The professor was abruptly cut off by a loud, almost obnoxious cry that echoed from the doorway. Turning sharply, Crewel saw Crowley hunched against the entrance frame, hysterically sobbing into his palms. Fat tears dripped beneath his ornate mask, glistening in the low light. "They grow up so fast! My dear child is already getting married!"
Crewel's eye twitched as he took in the scene: Grim shaking like a leaf, and Crowley, dramatically weeping, pathetically looking to him for a solution.
"Fools," Crewel snarled, striding out of the room as he fished his phone from his coat pocket. "If you two won't be of use, then I'll have to enlist the help of those mutts instead."
The day had started like any other in Ramshackle, but you certainly didn't expect it to end with a wedding. Surrounded by the ghostly residents of the dorm, you stood dressed in all white, a bouquet clutched in your hand. Curling in yourself, you sighed and rested your head in your hands, avoiding everyone's gazes which felt like icy needles on your skin.
Ramshackle's old lounge, with its worn-out floorboards and faded wallpaper, was the chosen venue for your ceremony. Whispers rustled through the gathering, carried on a faint breeze that stirred the dust motes in the dim light. Somewhere in the background, the somber notes of an organ piano echoed. You didn't even know you had a piano…
"Dear?"
Jumping with a shriek, you whipped your head around. A ghostly visage, bathed in a deathly pale blue glow, hovered inches from your face, an unnaturally wide grin stretched across their blue lips. Bony fingers gently traced up your cheeks, sending tingles down your spine.
With sunken eyes and high, sharp cheekbones, Elizan—a "visiting" friend of one of Ramshackle's ghosts—was truly a sight to behold. His complexion had a pallor that matched the moonlight filtering through the decrepit windows of the form. Wisps of long, flowing indigo hair framed his face, swept back as if caught in a breeze that only he could feel.
"You look wonderful," he cooed, pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead, leaving your cheeks burning.
"Ah. Thank you," you stammered, averting your gaze and gently pulling away. You could hardly focus on the words being spoken to you, your mind spinning with the surrealness of it all.
"You look... Good as well," you forced out with a cough, tugging at your hair nervously. "But... Listen... I—"
Before you could finish, the door to the entrance slammed open, nearly breaking off the hinges with a sound that could wake the dead, sending cracks spider-webbing through the already dilapidated walls.
On the inside, you screamed louder than the hinges.
You had painstakingly patched up the door after Grim's recent screw-up—a feat that had tested your patience and carpentry skills to their limit. Unless you wanted to survive on a diet of stale canned food and cafeteria leftovers for another year, you couldn't afford any more repairs.
While you were busy mourning the loss of having decent meals, heaving and leaning against the door for support, your friends called out your name in a panic, their bleary and furious gazes zeroing in on your figure. Clad in white, you stood there, the perfect picture of a pretty blushing bride.
The uninvited guests didn't go unnoticed by your "groom," and in seconds, you were pulled into a suffocating grip. Elizan's usually serene demeanor shattered like fragile glass. His deathly pale features contorted into a snarl, veins pulsing ominously beneath translucent skin. His typically gentle eyes blazed with an unsettling fire, icy whites now narrowed and piercing.
"Mutt!" Crewel seethed, his foot slamming into the floor and shattering the newly installed tiles. Your soul nearly left your body as you screamed inside again. There go a thousand thaumarks…
"What in the Sevens is this!?" Crewel shrieked, running a gloved hand through his tousled hair. With sharp movements, he pointed a finger at Elizan. "I'll have you know I can have you arrested for trespassing, unlawful detention, and violating the sanctity of this academy!"
"How... How dare you? Barging into this sacred ceremony—Who even are you?!" Elizan snapped back, his arms coiling tightly around your torso. The crowd erupted in a haze of shouts and muddled answers. Unable to understand anything, Elizan's intense gaze shifted and bore into yours, demanding answers. You gulped nervously, suddenly feeling small and vulnerable in his grasp.
"Who is he?! Who are they?!" he barked like a dog, flashing his sharp fangs at you.
"Uh… That's my professor—uh, Crewel," you stammered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "And those are… They're my… friends?" Your gaze flickered to the group of men who had entered, their expressions ranging from confusion to anger.
Elizan's wide eyes now filled with shock, white orbs glossed over with luminescent blue tears. He pushed you away as if you had burnt him, recoiling from your touch as though it pained him physically.
"You know other men?!" the ghost cried out, his hands clenching into fists, his midnight blue hair cascading wildly around his face like a tempestuous sea. The tortured cries of the groom echoed through the room, sending a shiver down your spine as you awkwardly shifted on your feet, feeling like a character caught in an soap drama.
"…Yes?" you replied, unsure.
"How could you do this to me?!" He sobbed, a dark shadow covering his face. "Running off on an affair the DAY of our marriage?!"
"Well, that's a rather dramatic accusation—" you started, but Elizan shook his head in anguish.
"Answer me! Do you have another man?!" His voice shook the room, and you took a few cautious steps back.
"Elizan, please," you uttered gently, your eyes darting nervously toward one of the men in the room.
Your lover didn't meet your gaze; instead, his eyes were locked onto the ghost, a storm of emotions brewing beneath his features. As you jumped down from the makeshift podium, you shot an apologetic frown at the ghost, hoping to diffuse the escalating situation. "Don't you understand? You're the other man."
"No! You're married to me!" Elizan shrieked, lunging forward in a frenzy, his nails clawing at the air as if trying to grasp something intangible. "Whoever he is—He's the other man!"
MALLEUS DRACONIA
"Whoever he is—He's the other man!"
Lilia raised an eyebrow with a chuckle, his form reclined against a fogged-up window of the room. The weather was gloomy and stormy, the skies tinted green outside, casting an eerie glow over the scene. The window pane, streaked with raindrops and mist, blurred the view of the turbulent skies beyond. Lilia hummed a tune under his breath, a calm figure amidst the brewing storm.
With a sidelong glance, his eyes locked onto Malleus, whose entire figure shook with a barely contained wrath that threatened to engulf the very air around him. The young prince's chest heaved in violent, choked breaths as smoke wisped from his mouth and nose—tendrils of flames flickering amidst the swirling dust and ash.
A deafening crack tore through the air as a vivid surge of green emerald lightning erupted from the heavens, descending upon the roof of the venue with explosive force. The blast of energy painted the sky with a blinding flash of green as it crashed into the building, sending broken glass and wood raining down upon the venue.
Cursing, Elizan moved you both aside, a large chunk of debris hurtling past, narrowly missing your startled form. As more debris crashed down, he shielded you with an outstretched arm, a shimmering barrier briefly forming to deflect a particularly large piece of wood.
"Spectral pest," Malleus seethed, his eyes aglow with an eerie green hue as his nails elongated into sharp claws. With a click of his tongue, he raised his hands, summoning thorns that spiraled towards Elizan, ensnaring the ghost in their sharp embrace. Simultaneously, from the floorboards below, vines emerged like serpents, their tendrils gently but firmly pulling you away from Elizan's protective embrace and guiding you into the safety of Malleus's arms.
"How—?! Ngh!" Elizan writhed against the thorny vines. The prickly tendrils twisted around him like serpents, their sharp points digging into his ghostly flesh.
Malleus paid no mind to the struggling spirit, keeping his gaze fixed on you as he checked for any signs of harm. His expression softened with relief upon finding you unscathed, albeit a bit dusty.
"Beloved," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm amidst the lingering chaos. His gloved hand moved delicately, sweeping away the clinging dust from your shoulders and arms. Pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingered there briefly, conveying a warmth that contrasted starkly with the raw power he had displayed moments ago.
"Are you alright?"
Blinking up at him with wide eyes and frazzled hair shooting up in every direction, you nodded dumbly. Turning away from him, you nearly gasped aloud to see the room in shambles, debris scattered everywhere, and the eerie green glow of energy still lingering in the air. The ghostly residents were in a state of panic, their translucent forms flickering as they moved frantically.
"My dorm," you whimpered, your mind racing as you calculated the cost of the damage.
With a chuckle, Malleus adjusted his grip on you, his muscles flexing as he gently set you down. Your legs felt shaky as you tried to steady yourself.
"I will handle the cost of repair, my dearest," Malleus assured you, bending down to your height, his voice dropping to a whisper. Green eyes bore into yours, strands of his midnight hair falling over his face. "You will not need to worry about such things once we are formally betrothed."
You froze, your face suddenly warming and burning.
"What?!"
Malleus reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your cheek, claws dragging across your supple cheeks.
"Yes, my dear," he murmured, chest rumbling as his lips curved into a sharp smile. "You heard me correctly."
"I… I don't know what to say," you whispered, feeling dizzy with emotion.
"Will you consider it?" he asked softly, a faint hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Please?"
Caught in the depth of his gaze, you felt your resolve melting away. "I-I guess?" you breathed, your voice trembling. "I'll… consider it."
A smug smile spread across his face, and he tenderly pressed his lips against yours. "That's all I ask, my dearest."
After ensuring you were alright one last time, Malleus redirected his focus to Elizan. With a flick of his wrist, the thorns under his control tightened around the ghost. Elizan shrieked and thrashed about, his translucent form writhing in pain as the thorns dug deeper.
"Do try to exercise some restraint, my boy," Lilia drawled, tapping his sharp fingers idly against his crossed arms. "We do not want Ramshackle to be bathed in blood. It would be very unsanitary."
not too sure if i am continuing but feel free to suggest some peepl bookies
A/n: This isn’t my usually writing, so this is more short scenario rather than actual story, so sorry if it isn’t my best. Anyways, I was in need of some fluff for the twst men so here we are. (This came out a bit cheesy honestly) Also, unfortunately no Jamil because i went through 7 drafts for his part and hated absolutely all of them.
Pairing: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Rollo x Reader
Summary: [Fluff] In a turn of events, it seems you’ve lost your voice, and it’s up to the one you love to give out the cure, a kiss from their lips to yours.
Warnings: Cheesy Fluff, Reader wasn’t meant to be Yuu but they’re friends with Grim so, 50% Yuu.
Unfortunately, making potions with Grim never goes right. One moment, you’re carefully adding in the newt that assists in projecting a beautiful singing voice to its recipient, and in the next your head gets shoved in the concoction. When you finally emerge, your throat attempts to sound out your criticisms of Grim's recklessness. But, your lips are the only thing that moves in motion, your voice not even croaking out a word.
“Why ain’t yah talkin'?” Your hands quickly grab onto the recipe book pointing at the bold disclaimer at the bottom of the page.
If the potion is consumed before the newt is added, it will have the opposite effects.
Before you can read the rest of the text, your companion snatches the book from your hands, reading the rest of it on his own. When Grim reads out the instructions, your eyes narrow when you hear a slight chuckle escape from him when he tells you your only solutions. It’s either never talk again or...
Of course, never talking again has its pros, but, if you don’t have your voice, however will you tell… Him, about your feelings…? Of course, you could just write your confession, but that doesn’t have quite the kick words spoken from your chest do—
"Uhh... seems you gotta kiss your little crush [Name]!"
…
"What."
Before you're allowed to interject, Grim is already reaching his paw up and taking you by the hand, not even allowing you to tell Crewel about your situation. You’re quite sure if you had just told him you could’ve avoided the whole dilemma. Alas, Grim’s very eager in bathing in your embarrassment.
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Riddle is fuming at Grim's carelessness, it’s already bad enough that you have no magic in this faraway land, but to be subjected to a potion that doesn’t have a real cure? That’s even worse. He most definitely beheads the feline after he hears about the situation, immediately sending him onto a time-off corner, prattling on about how he should’ve been listening to the rules and acting accordingly in class.
His lecture is cut short at the sound of scribbling, his head turning to look at you furiously writing down on a piece of paper. Your lips are straight-lined as you lift the words to his face.
“Grim said the cure is a kiss.”
Oh… his mouth opens to question you more about this so-called cure, though the heart shape you form with your hands, however, is all the information he needs. It’s unfortunate that it only works if you kiss whoever it is you “love”, he could’ve gotten away with kissing you under the guise of helping if it was just anyone who could kiss you—
Who’s he kidding his face is close to turning red at such a thought. Of course the cure is something so basic, true love. Ah, no not true love, just simply a crush. Yes, a crush.
A crush that can’t be him.
He stays composed externally but internally he can’t deny he’s a little disappointed, it doesn’t matter however, he’ll help you get this kiss from your mystery student, even if it hurts a little to watch. The sound of flipping paper attracts his attention once again.
“So kiss me. Please.”
… What…? What…?! What?!
His eyes widen at the words, his mouth agape at the statement, his skin quickly flushing at the thought. You. Him. You and him. Him and you.
He’s essentially frozen in place. But, the extremely quiet sound of a broken up “okay” signals to you his permission. The feeling of soft lips being placed on his own snapped him out of his trance. He blinks a few times at your face, a smile invading your mouth.
“Thanks Riddle.”
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Your hands are furiously shaking Leona's shoulders, despite your relentless attempts at awakening him from his slumber, he doesn't even tell you to stop.
He didn’t even show any signal of stirring when Grim practically shouts to you about getting that kiss from him to “fix yah up”. Didn’t show any sign when you through one of his shoes at the cat either.
He might be dead, he’s pretty still, like a corpse… Nah, he’s just being a douche.
Carefully, you drop down to his level, your face smooshed into his mattress as you look at his sleeping face. He looks a lot more peaceful in his sleep, his face is less serious and a bit more softer. He does look like a prince from a fairytale when he’s asleep, actually, maybe more of a princess with how pretty he is.
If you had your voice, you’re sure there would be hushed chuckles leaving your throat as you take out your phone. Your fingers are quick to swipe open your camera, lifting the device to Leona's face. Your joy doesn’t last long though, as when you’re just about to take a picture, the sight of Leona stares back at you on your screen, the subdued expression he previously held replaced with his usual face.
“What do you think you’re doin?”
…He’s awake! You’re quick to open the notes app, ready to explain the whole thing to him, along with indirectly confessing your feelings, unfortunately. But, he seems to think differently, as your phone is swiftly snatched from your palms and placed on his nightstand. When you reach over to grab it, his arm pulls you back down, your head buried into his chest, essentially being used as a secondary pillow for him.
“That typing’s loud, i’m tryna sleep.” … and I’m trying to get my voice back.
No matter how much you struggle, he doesn’t let you go. After a few minutes of trying to get your phone back, you give up, becoming his human-sized plushie in your defeat. Maybe he’ll be in the mood when he’s awake. So, your eyes gradually shut themself, sleep taking you over as you wrap your arms around the lion next to you.
…
“Hey, quit talking in your sleep.”
“Hmm…? Oh sorry— Wait what…?!” His palm flies of your mouth as words get muffled in his skin.
Appears you missed the Leona Kingscholar, kissing you. That’s unfortunate.
—————
“Hmm…? You need my help yes? Well then just sign here and I’ll get you that kiss you need!” Azul slips the golden contract across the table, the con man smiling as you read through the fine print.
In the corner, you notice the extremely tiny text saying how you’ll be obligated to stand by his side for the next month and do whatever tasks he needed to be done from you.
You swiftly slide the paper back to him as your head vigorously shakes a firm “No”.
“Oh? Do my terms not satisfy you? Your situation sounds very similar to our princess from the Coral Sea, having to kiss her prince for her voice back. I wonder how you’ll get that princely kiss…” he shrugs his shoulders before sighing, grabbing a stack of papers along with a pen, waving you off before looking at the sales revenue from this week. “No matter, if you don’t need my help please exit, I am a busy man—“
Your hand slams on the surface of his desk, his pupils widening at the sudden outburst. He stays silent for a moment, the glimmer of his glasses covering your view of his eyes. If you had, you would’ve seen the slightest hint of longing in him.
“A very determined soul you are… I'll change your conditions if you want your voice back so bad.” His fingers snap, the old contract disintegrating as a new one forms in his hands. “No fine print, I’ll help you get your kiss, and you work for the Monstro lounge for 2 weeks. Just 2 weeks. Is that a deal?” You squint, looking to make sure there really is no fine print. When you’re assured there really is none, you take a pen from his gloved palm, writing your signature on the line.
“It’s a deal it seems, now, tell me who it is you have affections for, and I’ll make sure you get that kiss—-“The sudden pull of his collar stops him mid-sentence, your lips connecting to his own before pulling away.
He’s extremely flustered, his cheeks blushed, his hat lopsided, eyes the widest you've ever seen them. He did agree to get you that kiss, but… he truly wasn’t expecting you to kiss him…! Of all possible candidates at the school…
“Wha… I’m… Huh…!?”
You straighten your posture before rolling your sleeves up, “So when do I start Azul?”
—————
Your eyes watch Vil meticulously crush, stir, and drop different ingredients into the cauldron, each one changing the color of the liquid inside. To be honest, you’re a little disappointed he knows a cure, you’ll have to wait another time before really confessing to him. His well manicured fingers take the ladle into his hand, carefully pouring the bright drink into a bowl, handing it to you as his eyes await for you to drink it up.
When you do, you set the bowl down, ready to speak, but no sound comes out. Your eyes stare into his, confusion set in your irises.
“I thought you had a dry throat?” Oh, you shake your head, your index finger pointing toward the cauldron and signaling poorly acted-out explosions and screams. “So it was a failed potion?” You pause for a moment before remembering what unit you were on in class. “It was that singing potion wasn’t it?” He contemplates for a moment before grabbing a small vile on the shelf, a potion the was already premade.
He pops it open, ready to pour it down your throat, but before he does, he pulls it back, quickly replacing the concoction with his extremely soft lips the taste of something good invading your taste buds, you assume it to be his chapstick. He stills for a moment, letting your lips lock and exchange touches. When he releases, he doesn’t give you the chance to interject, making you chug the drink down your throat, some of it escaping the corner of your lips, his gloved thumb wiping it off your chin.
“Vi… Vil…? Why’d you do that…?”
“How did Grim tell you to lift it?” He backs away from you, putting the empty glass in the sink.
“He said I… Had to kiss someone I liked. Why?”
“That’s what he said? Huh, I see.” He takes out his own brand of chapstick, reapplying it to his lips. You stay leant on the shelf of the rooms, watching as Vil’s silhouette moves towards the door. “No reason. Now, I have to get back to filming. Take better care of your lips, [Name].” He’s already out the door by the time you work up the courage to say anything else.
As he walks in the hallway, the leather of his gloves clench. It seems Grim did correctly tell you the cure. It doesn’t matter though, whether it was his kiss or that potion that worked, all he cared about was getting you fixed. He’s an actor, he’s keen to notice the presentations of people around him. He was sure you liked him, and even Rook fed into such a delusion. But, there was always a gnawing feeling of not being fair enough to you. So just in case, if you never really did like him, he won’t know.
He’s a good actor, but even actors can’t lie to themself. He really hopes it was his lips that cured you and not that potion.
…
The next day, when Vil finishes applying his makeup, the door to his room is knocked on, albeit very quickly. By the time he finally opens it, nobody is found, only a gift basket filled with fruits and low-grade beauty care, well low grade to him. If his suspicions about who this came from are correct, he can’t blame them for not having enough money to afford proper skin care.
When he looks in, all he sees is a card with a small smiley face and a heart. But he already knows who his secret sender truly is.
—————
Your knocking on Idias door gets harder and harder with every strike. You know he’s in there, but chances are he’s too absorbed in a game to notice your frantic hits. You’re about to hit the wood one more time before the door swings open and your fist is only an inch away from his nose.
“I… I only heard you just now…”
You’ve been out there for 10 minutes.
“You didn’t text me beforehand like usual… Is… Is there something you need…?” He steps to the side allowing you in his room, immediately having you sit on his bed before shutting the entrance. You look around a moment before handing him the note you had pre-written on your phone.
“No voice. Cure is a kiss from person I like. I like you, Idia. Please kiss me.”
It isn’t exactly the confession you wished to give him, but by the time you were typing it, you had deleted so much of the text you originally had from embarrassment, and by the time you looked up, you were already at his door… and Ortho was beaming in excitement behind you, you couldn’t possibly disappoint him by just walking away again.
He essentially shortcircuits the moment he reads the words off the screen.
He doesn’t speak, not even a panicked screech. The only sign of embarrassment he shows you is the sight of his hair turning pink.
“Wha… Wha… What…?”
You expected that, so you lifted your finger, signaling him to scroll down.
“You don’t need to like me back, just kiss me and i’ll leave.”
“No no, If we were in like… like a game… that type of game… you would have… ughhh…. You would have my… affection bar… filled— not filled maybe like 110%… up…” he struggled to get the words out he didn’t even make eye contact with you once in his speech. But, you understand what he’s trying to say to you. “Nevermind, forget it…! Just find someone… someone else… you deserve like a prince of something…”
His posture is hunched over, and he’s quick to turn away from you. You’re sure if he was closer to the wall he would curl into the corner and attempt to hide from you.
You’re pretty sure he’s about to do just that, he’s already slowly making his way to the corner. He’s only narrowly stopped when he feels you tug on his sleeve, pulling his face into your own.
His mouth was slightly open from shock, so his razor sharp teeth poked you, but even then it was still a nice feeling. When you part, he stares at you for an entire minute. His hair was already pink, but somehow it must’ve gotten even pinker.
“You… You won the game…”
“Did I…? What does that mean…?”
“Forget I said that. I’m gonna die now”
—————
It’s been at least half an hour since you’ve met up with Malleus, and he seems to not have noticed you don’t have a voice to reply. But at the same time, it’s nice listening to him ramble on and on about his Gargoyle studies—
“You have not spoken.” Your head is quick to turn, your body slightly jolting at the sight of Malleus’s face mere inches away from your own. Sometimes, you forget he doesn’t have any sense of space. This point is further proven when he moves his face away but your shoulders are still in contact. “Why is that?”
Your hand reaches down to your side attempting to take out your phone, but, it only grasps air. You look back down into your pocket, not noticing any holes for it to fall out of.
What? Did… Did I loose it or something?!
“This thing…” your head flips back to the man in front of you, his gloved fingers turning the phone with narrowed eyes. “I don’t understand, why not just talk to me? Would you rather use this phone than converse with me…?” You can spot early signs of Malleus’s emotional turmoils. It doesn’t take long for you to see the hint of disappointment in his eyes at the mere notion of you not even wanting to talk to him.
Along with that, clouds are beggining to form in the sky
You immediately shake your head at him, your fingers pointing to your throat while forming an x. Though your movements are so quick from the sheer panic of lightning striking, he doesn’t understand what you’re doing until you slow down.
“Ah, you did talk about that potion unit didn’t you.” You nod your head, ready to perform a collection of poorly acted-out charades to showcase your cure. You only got as far as the heart in your hands before he interrupts. “If I remember correctly, the fix to that is a kiss from the one who holds your affections… is it not?” The boom of thunder increases at an incredible rate, and even the pout Malleus holds on his face gets more obvious. “Have you come here to ask for my aide?” You can tell, it’s very obvious he’s trying to hide his dispiritedness beside a veneer of support. “Then… I will help a dear… friend.”
At his words, you shake your head the hardest you’ve probably ever shaken it to disagree with someone. You’re sure you must’ve swayed your brain too hard, by the time you stop you honestly feel a little dizzy.
“Ah, do you not want my help?” The lightning in the air starts fading, but in exchange, it’s like the clouds have gotten darker. “Am I, not allowed the see the object of your desire?” You wish you just had your phone out from the beginning, it would’ve made things so much easier. You bring your arm up, pointing at him.
Malleus is smart, he needs it if he will be Briar Valley’s ruler. Yet, he’s a bit dense in terms of human emotions and relationships.
“I thought you didn’t want my help…?” You’re sure if you could make any sound, pure screams of frustration would’ve left you. “I’m left in confusion as to how it is I can help you. I want to assist you Child of man but, I don’t wish to see you kiss anyone else—“Your hands immediately take him by the tie, dragging him into you as your lips practically smash together. If anyone saw you, such a scene would be quite the scandal for the heir. Minutes go by when you finally release him, and when you look up, the sky is the clearest it's been for the past month. “So it was me.” The look in his eyes is fond, it’s a warm sight.
“Yeah, I can’t believe you didn’t notice sooner, I didn’t hide it…”
“You didn’t?”
“I confessed to you twice before this Malleus…”
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(This is self indulgent cuz i’m unfortunately a Rollo fan…)
Considering how far away Noble Bell is from Night Raven, you have no doubt you’d be stuck voiceless for quite awhile before you get to see Rollo again. Grim is just left to watch you sulk as your head falls in disappointment. You honestly don’t know how to tell Rollo about your situation either, you could always text him, but how do you even tell him you need to kiss him as your cure? Along with that… over text? That’s just pathetic. He’d probably shame you for being so ungraceful with your feeling towards him.
“Quit moppin’ and tell him already! I’m gettin' depressed just watchin’ ya…” with your head buried into your arms you can feel Grim practically shaking you out of your ball of shame with his tiny paws. “Come… on…! You’re not gonna get your voice back doin' nothin’!” He’s… unfortunately, completely correct.
With a soundless groan, you reach for your phone and open your contacts, drafting the text you’ll send to Rollo.
Rollo, I need to tell you something… your fingers continuing to vigorously type your paragraph.
Three knocks disperse your attention.
“[Name] are you there?” The familiar voice immediately strikes panic in your body as you accidentally throw your phone into the air, pathetically catching it as you stumble towards the door with a loud thud. On the other side, the door can be seen harshly shaking at an impact from within the room, Rollo glancing to each side of him in confusion. “Are you okay?” The lack of a reply makes worry bubble inside of him.
Before he’s given the chance to open the entrance himself, the door swings inward, allowing him to peak in through the crevice. He looks inside with initial confusion before hurriedly shuffling towards the room, the sight of your body on the floor making him even more puzzled with every passing second.
He lifts your upper body, having you sit face to face with him in such close proximity. Your eyes are dazed, looking directly into his eyes before looking around as if you didn’t even notice this was the genuine Rollo Flamme and not just a product of your imagination.
Damn you Grim… Leaving me as soon as you opened the door…
“Your room… is very disorderly [Name].” I was on the floor and you’re focused on how messy my room is? “I did tell you about how messy it was last time I was here too didn’t I?” I get it, I’m messy, so stop rubbing it in… A moment of silence passes before he quirks up an eyebrow, suspicions of his growing by the minute. “No witty comeback this time? Have you finally decided to start listening to me?” Your lack of reply Honestly worries him. Your eyes take a glance at your phone, making his tired face look over as well.
When he moves to grab it, he pauses his hand frozen in place. Your text is still displayed on your screen, as well as the current predicament you find yourself in. Realization hits you in waves as you quickly crawl over to snatch your phone from his palm. When you tried, his hand moves away in time to avoid your reach.
“It’s quite distasteful to admit such a thing through text.” I knew it… your head leans down, once more, in defeat. But, that's quickly changed when his nimble fingers take your face and lead them to his own. Honestly, it felt as if it lasted for eternity when in reality, the exchange only lasted for a couple of seconds. It was as if, Rollo finally felt the need to indulge himself in a little sin, only a little. When you finally separate, you're both left on the floor of your room, awkwardly glancing at the material.
“So… why’d you come here, Rollo? I thought after everything that happened at Fleur City you wouldn’t wanna come here again…”
“I do. I still don’t wanna be here.”
“Then why are you—“
“There’s a holiday at Noble Bell, we have a day off. I came to spend it with you.”
A/n: If anyone has like, any thoughts for the twst characters pls share them!! I may not be doing requests right now but I might write something short of you send in an ask!! Honestly, I just really enjoy when people ramble in my inbox. Also, I’m not too familar with writing Idia and Leona so i’m sorry if they weren’t written good!
Can someone help me find that one fanfic it might be on AO3 where the reader is Leona’s side piece? girlfriend? fuck buddy? But he’s an asshole to her and doesn’t want to have a relationship with her when she does and they only have sex for his pleasure not hers.
Then Malleus finds her crying in a classroom after Leona used her and left her and comforts her and then like has sex with her and gives her the pleasure she deserves.
And then Leona found out and got jealous and Silver stepped in to protect her.
I tried looking around so I’m not sure if it was deleted or not? 😭
premise. surely there's been a mistake, cause there's no way someone out of place like you ended up at nrc, right? (spoiler alert: months later and they will fight whoever might drag you to rsa)
featuring. dorm leaders (from diasomnia to heartslabyul)
content. at best this might imply a female reader, given they're based of a 'princess' but I tried to take the gender vague and focused mainly on the qualities of them! mc has hair in the rapunzel part lol
note. no beta we die lol. I worked on this by group so i honestly don't remember if I accidentally gendered mc. I absolutely love idias part lmaoooo
malleus (aurora)
ooh intimidating x soft couple.
you look way out of place in somewhere like nrc of all places, given your mother is the infamous sleeping beauty (infamous, in the college’s standards that is.) your kindness is easily taken advantage of, even if you do realize it there is always forgiveness spared for the undeserving.
said kindness was extended to the quiet malleus.
surprise no surprise. he’s impeccably drawn to the sparkling aura you seem to exclude. malleus feels as though there are traces of familiar magic always hovering around you, like its embowed into your very being. a blessing would be a better word for it.
well, he’s just curious but if he were to ever ask he’d be met with the confirmation that you were, indeed blessed by the same three fairies your mother was blessed by (minus the curse… ironically he’s quite similar to the same lady that your mother loved and looked up to.)
he’s just fascinated. something as glittery as you, shiny like gold would’ve been whisked away to his nice tower, homey. he’d tell you. almost as if making its image seem heavenly. (lowkey highkey getting your consent for kidnapping)
animals always seem to flock around you everywhere you go, they sneak around to reach you. in your dorm, during lunch, even in class. there’s either a bird on your shoulder or a squirrel making itself comfortable atop your head. its a curious sight, critters don’t really like him much.
in short they run away, humans or animals alike are both afraid of his presence it seems.
so he’s incredibly still when you nudge an adorably round bird in his palm, peering at it with cautious eyes. tense as a statue lest it flies away.
cue staring contest.
he felt incredibly accomplished that day, and immersed him in the role of making this creature like him. leaving seeds, offering it the most sought off food from the valley, literally conjuring a small home for it. everything.
HE’S SO HAPPY.
malleus often asks of you to sing, perhaps its the blessing talking but its the most unique form of sound he’d ever heard in his life, the more he sings the more he wants to imbue his very being with the loveliness of your song.
always following you around like a lost puppy (lizard?) any evil that actually wants to take advantage of your unfortunate naive desire for peace and kindness is scared away. although malleus would never want your interactions to be reduced entirely because of him, he only starts looking like a demon one he figures out their motive is less than fitting for you.
“yeah, the ingredients were to complicated for me to remember—”
“oh! perhaps i can help you?”
spots the demon behind you (just your lovely giant staring them to their grave.)
“you know what i actually got it— sorry for wasting your time.” you watch them, confused as they dip.
you look to him, as though to ask what just happened but he merely casts you an oblivious glance and shrugs.
favorite past time → coddling you in his dragon form.
he was doubtful whether he should pull through in actually showing it to you, since you were already such an angel towards him. would it be a stretch if he let a selfish desire get in the way? perhaps you’d get scared if you see how large he is there—or if he’s—
idia (rapunzel)
okay that amazed smile on you was totally worth it.
wow your hair is fire.
he should have never made a comment about it in the first place because now you’re completely confused about his reference, were you living in like… in isolation? a cave? you’re a little less worse than the scarabia’s dorm leader when it comes to being oblivious.
just two idiots miscommunicating, he atleast is trying to make an effort to explain that he doesn’t mean it literally but his wording is so bad that you get absolutely nothing from what he is trying to infer.
okay your hair though.
“why is that person stuck in that square!?”
good thing ortho was near cause you almost charged towards a television and judging by the, pan!? in your grip you definitely would have smashed the screen trying to be righteous and rescue the character.
okay then. 1. don’t let you near electronics, specifically when its playing something.
you are a literal danger to his society. shivers
you’re always asking something like “what are those glowing balls on the ceiling?” those are lights… “why is that thing speaking?!” that’s a speaker… “why is it on fire?” oh that’s his hair, he doesn’t really know either it was just like that.
it does feel a little nice to get asked like that and he’d know the answer (its literally the most common knowledge ever but whtv)
EPIC! idia is now trying to figure out how resistant your hair is. its literally like, the most OP shield there is!
at first he had some reservations. like, used a knife once and was flabbergasted when it came back in half. your hair didn’t even move an inch. then he got motivated and tried a sharper sword, longer, and larger of course. he let ortho handle it cause he probably would have stabbed himself.
“wtf.”
flinches cause the half of the sharp end came completely off and stabbed right beside his head onto the wall.
what are the limits of it?! had some doubts before using one of the tech he came up with, it could literally cut through a diamond and he isn’t sure if its entirely safe but you’re all for it cause you were always curious whether your hair could even get cut in the first place.
anyway you’re way too happy to be near a lazer that could obliterate you and its kinda infecting him. yikes.
less than happy cause the lazer literally got reflected by your hair and hit itself so it’s just gone.
on the bright side he can use you as a scapegoat (in a good way)
alright. 2. don’t enrage you unless he wants to experience getting hit by a pan really hard.
wow. he felt that for days.
maybe its the hit or he’s just feeling a little woozy whenever you’re around.
definitely the pan.
vil (mulan)
bold x shy couple
pretty x pretty defender
he’s used to people heeding his suggestions but damn, are you a stubborn one.
not only have you not listened to his propositions for becoming a more refined person (cause the way you held yourself was too.. much for him to ignore, and it bothered him for a long time until he decided to help you.) but he can respect you, he supposes. not a lot of people can stay true to themselves.
it seems like epel, the boy himself has taking a liking to you. no wonder he’s been becoming more rebellious lately.
vil would never stoop so low to purposely direct someone advice that would change their entire self, decimate their unique traits. but all he told you was out of the goodness of his heart, if you’d be less clumsy of your ways your reputation would be better for the long run.
not being respected amongst nrc is never a good thing.
still, you’re still headstrong. never too overconfident, nor cocky. just a humble soul, that’s rare so he tends to stick by you if he ever wanted an honest opinion cause people just tell him what he wants to nowadays. vil never enjoyed the biased remarks.
more often than not he enjoys making your already pretty face, prettier than it is.
finds out you’re no bark and all bite, he never even knew you could take down someone who has an advantage over you in physical terms. come on, its savanaclaw. apparently the guy had spared him an unsavory comment and (apparently, in your defense. only told him a few words, got attacked so it was self defense.)
it came a surprise to him. seeing as you’re generally relaxed in nature, your military prowess a mystery to most since you seemed content with resorting matters with peace. though you seem to lack more restraint when it comes to your close relationships.
vil scolding you in the infirmary (you don’t have a scratch, and the guy whose pride you handed back to is in some corner lamenting cause he can hear you guys.) and you just taking it.
contrary to how you first treated to each other. you seem to be more prone to his opinions, or suggestions the more you progress with each other. he admits maybe he was too outright in his manner of speaking the first time, but it only highlights the change you’d gone through with each other.
you’re the perfect doll, in a way. not in a demeaning way or anything but its so satisfying to him to use products on your face just for the sole reason that you sit so still. his absolute favorite past time is skin care together even if you mostly just follow his lead.
you and epel must be kindred spirits, once he was on his way to retire to the indoors of pomefiore. seeing as it started raining, heavy so it meant it would stay for a while. and then paused when he spotted you both sharing words.
and planting apple seeds in the rain? both of you are stained with the rain, some dirt and mud alike. and vil had never looked so mortified. so just cause you don’t protest when he cares for you doesn’t mean you’re bothered by getting dirty he guesses.
“you both… clean yourselves up, i’ll brew medicine lest you fall under the weather.” ← disappointed sigh.
kalim (jasmine)
ended up waiting for you both to finish under the covers and ushered you both to baths.
you have a tiger!
just living char x their absolute biggest stan
wow you have a tiger.
did he mention you have a tiger?
majority of nrc knows not to mess with you haha, if it’s not obvious already with the seemingly lax tiger that behaves like some sort of overgrown cat following you around and growls at someone when you aren’t looking.
then you always raise a brow at the people who tell you otherwise. “bab doesn’t bite.”
kalim is lowkey highkey their biggest fan, i mean. jamil is having the worst year of his life dragging kalim away wherever you seem to be because the first apparent instinct of the boy is to try to pet the tiger cause it’s ‘cute’.
at some point jamil had to investigate your routine throughout the day, what you do, where you go at specific times like after classes conclude to make sure kalim doesn’t cross path with you.
well, not necessarily you but rather your… tiger. which is hard, honestly. you seem to visit scarabia a lot for a reason unknown. jamil would be suspicious you’d be planning something but all you really do is stay out on the balcony with your companion.
but alas, fate would have it otherwise.
“hi,” kalim blurts before he could remember his friend’s warning. you turn, along with your… also friend who watches him closely. you blurt out a greeting back, seeing as it’s courtesy, you seem to be amused at his fascinated eyes staring at your tiger.
“want a pet?” you offer, bab making sounds of protest.
jamil almost had a heart attack seeing the two of you attached by the hip, only calming down a few weeks later. seeing as your companion wouldn’t pose as much danger as he assumed, seeing as the tiger’s protectiveness started extending to the ray of sunshine.
rich couple ig. everyone overhears your conversations and doubles over. “i had a small statue of gold made for bab, for you.” and then a; “oh, thanks. but we already have a lot at home. hmm…”
actually it’s not really the manner of being attached, more like two following you. kalim, and then your cutie pie tiger.
your reserved nature in particular greatly contrasts kalim, yapper x listener i guess. although the object of his interest was initially because of bab, he might as well be another overgrown cat of yours cause he seems to love touch.
its concerning cause bab themselves felt challenged for your affection and when they spotted kalim’s head nestled on your lap they ‘accidentally’ kick him off.
in a way you seemed untouchable, pet included. you don’t seem to mind kalim much, people might even go as far as to say you enjoy his company. occasionally the vice of his dorm as well, the three of you have this sort of aura that screams ‘don’t approach’
said aura is in the form of a very big cat.
azul (ariel)
one time you admitted to having not much friends and three heads turned towards you. face twisted incredulously.
he doesn’t know why but you looked like you went through ten stages of grief (3 more cause the 7 definitely wasn’t enough.) when you took a glance at him, during the time you were looking around, you almost went past him, actually. but then doubled back immediately.
that’s concerning.
morally suspicious (devil in disguise) x angel
azul often asks your opinions out of habit, he himself isn’t even sure when it started but he considers you a factor in decisions. though he does prefer to keep you out certain… endeavors of his away entirely, no need to concern your innocence in his doings.
as such he often uses the twins to steer you away from trouble cause you seem to have no sense for it whatsoever, whenever there’s a fight brewing instead of walking off you stride closer. curious to whatever was happening.
and, you believe too easily apparently.
jade had held you by your shoulders and directed you away from the fight before the dispute reached you and inevitably dragged you in. “why are they fighting?”
he replied. “ah, well. they inhaled an unpleasant shroom and got affected.” your mortified face spoke you believed him. human culture! you thought.
your brain should be inspected honestly. floyd told him all about the pile of stuff you had “found” in your dorm, ranging from innocent collectibles to items that brought the question of whether or not they were really yours but you didn’t really claim otherwise, just that you found em’ so no more questioning.
azul doesn’t even wanna know why you started staring at mushrooms like they were a mortal enemy of all living forms. speaking of, the three of them didn’t even consider that you could be from the sea as well. seeing as, well. you have two feet, even if they have the same.
besides the fact you’re too clumsy for your own good you sure had no fear when you leapt overboard during a field trip cause a trinket that caught your eye fell and gave the entirety of the attendants a heart attack. floyd had patted him on the back and wishes him condolences.
also the shock of the century when you emerged, pretty tail and all. holding it the trinket up like you just found it the most fascinating thing on the globe.
since then underwater dates were a thing. which took a lot of prompting honestly, you didn’t know he was a merman either, curiously asking him what kind he was. in nature, you were persistent. like a need to sate your questions so he eventually relented.
even then, it took a while before he let you see the form. ← to his fluster you seemed engrossed in this form of his. swimming around him and asking questions.
now azul also have a small pile of items hidden in a box beneath his bed, all from you. which, upon being opened would be mistaken for unused items since its literally random stuff, and a concerning favor towards forks.
oh yeah. sometimes the tweels crash your date.
you could be in his office, going about your business. chilling on his couch and playing with one of your treasures and be completely unaware of the ominous discussion ongoing within the three about anemones? contracts?
“what are you guys talking about?”
“hairstyles for azul.”
“what—”
“ooh. i can brush his hair so you can style it!” pulls out a fork.
leona (belle)
“oh my sevens, WAIT—”
i was having a crisis trying to think of a dynamic so why not just, beauty x beast.
leona is less than pleased to admit he doesn’t like you much. or atleast, he used to. it was clear his feelings of you was reciprocated, based on the uninterested side glances you cast him. your type, well liked, pristine, proper, and informed reminds him all to well of what mold he was forced into. though it never really fit.
you on the other hand, just dislike him in general. more pointedly as to how he acted, too self righteous in your opinion. he sure spends a lot of time moping about how he could have been king when he’s acting like he’d be a terrible one. you’d say it to his face but even you aren’t too crude.
if you’re both looking at the bright side though, you’d probably prefer each other’s company above others. you’re quiet, perfect for napping around. he’s surprisingly true to himself, his morals aren’t too bad either.
as such, to your disdain he now naps in the library. which you had titled your own space, but he didn’t really just care.
relatively you’re a lot more cool headed than he is, you told him concerns about his laziness which he weaved through. after opening up with each other… well you know how it goes.
okay, fine. you no longer berate leona for napping at the public space, quickly shut up when he threatened you. “i’m gonna tell you the real reason ‘m here nowadays if you don’t calm down. and it ain’t the peace i’m here for.” he eyes you, and you shut up after that.
leona doesn’t know if he should be amused or annoyed at the fact that you stand up to whatever he says. ‘that’s rude,’ this. ‘are you out of your mind?’ that. at some point where he doesn’t wanna admit, leona had disliked seeing you upset (particularly towards him) that he started listening.
at others is a different story though. he will gladly watch you shut down someone else.
sometimes he makes weird remarks, like. “throw an egg at them, who knows might hatch into a chick and give them the company they’ve been lacking.” ← just bullies random people while you defend them. “what? don’t be stupid, eggs that are sold don’t hatch into chicks.”
you often lament in his arms, regretting ever coming near his sleeping frame cause next thing you know you’re subjected to prison, and you had accidentally dropped the book you were reading so even if you try to reach for it he’s pulling you back.
will reach for it if you ask tho lol.
just one look from you has him suddenly behaved tbh.
bothers your productive time by crashing it with his opposite word of productive idk im to lazy to check. more often than not tramples over your things, but always looks dead to life when you end up scolding him heavily.
also kicks out the animals that gravitate towards you for some reason, got jealous of a bird nestled in your hair once cause apparently you paid too much attention to it.
apparently told ruggie to fetch books for you when you’re running out, at that point you might actually milk the nrc library with how fast you burn through them.
“you’re not even from here, what do—”
“actually. originally from times before, they—”
riddle (cinderella)
got lectured about history, eugh.
easy to fluster x enthusiastic and sweet
how are you so nice.
you’ve got most of the population of nrc enamored with your natural charm alone, though some do tend to mock you. unfortunately they aren’t wrong, you really do fit in more at a different school like rsa with your personality.
i mean you fit the bill, kind, pretty, talks to animals.
good for you though. cause riddle would prefer a behaved student than a troublesome one anyway so he would definitely dig you lmao.
speaking of. he definitely goes to you whenever the hedgehogs are lost in the maze, or the flamingos just don't wanna step out the farther spot from the pond, somehow they love you in whatever you do.
as in, you spoke to the hedgehogs with a lower tone. almost like a coo, and he almost tells you to stop because that's the universal worse tone to talk to hedgehogs until... it nuzzles into you?!
flabbergasted, he can only watch.
sevens... you're just so pleasant to be around he could die.
at some point it felt like you were the epitome of being kind. riddle understand that the virtue was just embedded into you, letting others berate you for whatever... he even thought you were too kind for a place like nrc where the complete opposite traits are admired.
you are, but only to those who deserve it. riddle had the pleasure to spot you nitpicking a crude student and they looked like they were gonna burst into tears.
so... you knew what to say almost always. when troubled, he'd learn that it's best to talk to you cause you'd know what to say to ease his worries, when you're treated wrongly? sevens.. you also know what to say.
but, in a putting whoever in their place way?
(idk man I'm just rambling at this point lmao idk how to write a cinderella reader.)
riddle has grown accustomed to random critters breaking in the door. well, he was used to animals in the first place. or atleast thought he was when he opened a door in the dorm and almost yelled at the sight of a group of mice looking like they were having conspiracies.
a few weeks after that he knocked on doors before opening them.
was also very disturbed when you announced they were your friends.
I don't know. I feel like he'd lowkey be the type to write your name in a heart on the back of his notebook and straighten his face like: 'what in the world am I doing' but not erasing it anyways.
over time, your little 'friends' got used to him, and vice versa. at the very least he isn't screaming at their sudden visits, be it flying through the window or just popping out of something they climbed on.
who's screaming though are his dorm members, and he's found humors in the encounters.
"ah, thank you, myrcella." he nods gingerly, toward the very tiny white mice who seems to twirl around, touched by the thanks. the little thing was nice enough to carry the pen he'd been using to scribble down the main definitions he'd been copying from the textbook.
in the middle of reaching for a glass of water the door opens, riddle watches one of his residents striding in rambling. probably about to be exposed to the sight of a group of mice sleeping on top of each other atop a cushion he'd personally placed for them.
and maybe the birds. whom seemed comfortable by his small collection of plants.
malleus draconia x f!reader, smut, reader is called "little one" and "my love," size kink, use of toys, dom!mal (nothing hard or mean), some overstim, squirting, naughty use of magic, first time together (not virginity loss), this is a one-shot with no part 2, based on a convo in the gc a while back, this was written with pure evil intent for my darling @mydiluc, (2.5k wc)
18+ ONLY — MDNI
"Malleus, I want you."
The request comes between heated kisses and your body sunken into plush bedding. The Briar Kingdom heir lifts his face from yours, illuminated by warm candlelight reflecting off his chamber’s stone walls, and stares at you from a nose's distance.
"I'm right here, and I am all yours," he tells you.
He's so sincere in his density. You lean forward to give him a peck, smiling against his lips.
"I want you," you repeat, snaking your leg around his thigh and using it to pull his hips into you.
The effect of your heavy kissing presses into your lower stomach, making you draw in a breath when you realize he wants you too. Malleus smiles at your reaction, tongue briefly grazing one of his sharp canines.
"I don't know if you're ready for that, little one," he says, though the way his lids halve the glow of his eyes suggests an openness to you challenging that claim.
"There's no part of you I can't handle," you say back.
The smug yet charming look on his face intensifies as he shifts to grasp your wrist in his hand, slowly guiding you between your bodies until your hand comes in contact with something big and hard in his pants. You know—You knew—and yet there's still a moment of disbelief when you can't fit your hand around it. It jumps at your touch, making your heart plummet down between your legs and a whimper rise from your throat.
"Don't be afraid, my love. I will never do anything to hurt you. I'm happy just being close to you like this," he assures you and moves his face into your neck to place a gentle kiss.
You whimper again, though this one causes concern. Malleus lifts his head to see you pouting at him, tears welling in your eyes.
"But I—I want," you mewl, fumbling with frustration, "I want to give you all of me, and I want all of you."
"You have all of me already," he tells you.
"No," you sniffle stubbornly and paw at the huge mass beneath his pants. "I want more."
Both his smile and his eyes widen at your words. His pupils flare when he speaks, "Look at you, such a greedy little thing."
"Malleus, please," you beg, squeezing your fingers around the bulge and moving your palm up and down its daunting length.
He breathes in deep and slow, carefully rocking his hips into your touch. Looking at your face is dangerous for his resolve; it would be all too easy for him to succumb to his desire for you and cast aside his will to keep you safe.
"Wait here," he tells you.
You watch patiently as he backs off the bed and goes to sift through a drawer in the chest on the other side of his room. A wave of shyness hits you as you straighten yourself up. Making demands of the Briar Valley prince is bold even in your position. You wonder if you've asked too much of him.
However, he returns to the foot of his bed, holding something in his hand. Your face goes hot as soon as you realize what it is.
"What are y— Why do you— Is that really—?" You sputter as you throw your hands to your face, but keep your fingers spread over your eyes.
Malleus smiles and brings the object, pitch black and phallic, to his chin and runs the tip of his tongue over the head of it.
"What's that look for?" He asks.
"Why do you have that?" You manage to spit out, heart pounding as the mattress dips and jostles when he climbs back over to you.
"How about I show you?" His smile grows in a calm yet wicked way.
He traces the tip of the toy on your inner thigh, not quite all the way up the hem of your slip. Your breath draws, not just at the sensation, but also at realizing his intrigue. He continues to tease his way up your leg, then gently presses the head to your clit through your panties—the gasp you let out getting swallowed by his kiss.
The two of you resume your heated make out, though this time with your hips bucking against the toy in search of more arousal. His tongue slides against yours, every flick and prod adding to the building temperature in your body. Wetness leaks through the fabric of your panties, allowing for a more even glide as you grind against the toy, alternating between wanting it to rub at your clit and prod at your clothed entrance.
“Eager are we?” He teases. “You want me to make you feel good?”
“Mal—” You huff just as he presses it tighter to your cunt. You clench in anticipation, your brows drawing together and upwards as you fail to hold down a whine.
He places a light kiss to your temple before shifting down to remove your panties, viridescent eyes flashing when he sees the strings of slick. He teases the head of the toy in your folds, gathering up wetness and swirling more tantalizing little circles around your clit before slipping it down to catch at your entrance.
"Wait," you call out between short gasps.
Malleus's eyes flicker up, resting the side of his face against your thigh, horn pressing lightly on your knee.
"Isn't it a bit…too small?" You ask.
While the toy is by no means small on a human scale, compared to what you had felt in his pants earlier, it seems a bit lacking.
"Just lay back, my love. Let me handle this," he tells you, not wasting a moment to start easing the head in.
Your lips part at the stretch, already clenching at every bit of length he pushes in you. Even though it's not him, the fact that it's him guiding it in you starts to give you the excitement of connection.
"See? I can tell your little hole here is so tight," he says, eyes locked on the sight of your lower lips spread and drooling. The prettiest, most sinful pink flush sits on his cheeks. "It's going to take much preparation for you to be ready for me, but I know you can do it, little one."
He's not wrong. You already feel plenty full, especially when he adjusts his hold on the base and begins pumping it in and out of you. His name leaves your lips in broken squeals as he stimulates that sweet spot inside of you. Every stroke has you gushing more and more around the toy, coating it and his fingertips in a lewd shine.
"Relax for me," he tells you, though he must know it's impossible when he starts thumbing circles around your clit.
You grip even tighter, feeling so close to that point of overwhelming pleasure already. He simply chuckles at how greedy your cunt is and how easily you let yourself get lost in sensations. He relents, pulling his thumb from your clit and slowing down the pumping of his wrist.
"Come on now, take a deep breath," he says, leering down at you.
You find your focus on his handsome face. Wanting to be good for him, you muster the will to obey his order. However, before you can completely fill your lungs, he waves his fingers and twirls his free hand.
All of the air that you breathed in is pushed out of you when you feel the toy swell, stretching inside of you and filling you up all the more. No words are able to form in your mouth. Malleus smiles in amusement.
"How's that feel, little one? Is it too much for you?" He asks and wiggles it some, admiring how your cunt still manages to pulse around it. "Because if it is, I have to tell you: You still have a couple more sizes to get through."
You whine, not out of pain—no, certainly not as your body quivers in delight from being so full—but still unable to find any words. In your state, all you can do is lift your hips, motioning them towards him to let him know you're ready for him to continue.
"Oh? You're feeling that good?" He teases but doesn't hold back in giving you what you want. He takes hold of the enlarged toy and starts thrusting it into you once again.
Every drag of it makes you see stars—pulls the lewdest, loudest moans from you as your legs shake. The crown of your head rolls and digs into the pillows with your neck and back arched off the bed. Your fingers claw into the sheets. He starts petting your clit again with his thumb, and within mere seconds, you're peaking so hard that you can't even tell where it began or if it will ever end.
"That's it. That's it," he says with a low chuckle, still fucking you through it.
The pleasure is unending. You're in no state of mind to think things to be impossible or not—only acceptance of what you're feeling—and right now, you feel yourself already building for another climax.
Malleus keeps up the pace of his hands, the toy suctioning back into you every time he pulls it. The smile and blush on his face are maniacal in awe of you laid out like this before him.
"Again, little one. Another deep breath for me," he demands, slowing the pace just enough to begin conjuring the magic needed to enhance the toy.
You do as you're told, trusting the overwhelming heat crackling within you to intensify at his command. It stretches inside of you once again, stealing away the breath you worked to take. You cry out some wanton-laden form his name, hips raised off the mattress as your cunt accommodates the growth. It’s mind-scrambling being utterly stuffed full.
“Doing so good, little one,” he coos and moves up your body to kiss at your cheek, your jaw, and your swollen lips.
You’re already so ruined, yet he continues to move the toy in and out of you. You twist your head to the side—a meager attempt to muffle your cries into the pillow but instead have you drooling and moaning out unbridled. Your hands grab at his shoulders, nails creating alluring red streaks on his skin, desperately holding onto him in a panic of where a second orgasm will send you.
You completely soak his hand, though it doesn’t impede his grip strength. No matter how hard you squeeze, he drags it out of you, sending ripples of stimulation through every nerve within. Lewd wet noises fill the room accompanied by your filthy whines.
Malleus's own breathing rate runs high. His eyes stay trained on your face, caught up in the excitement but still alert to any potential tells of discomfort. He doesn’t see any of that—only the blissful concentration of his beloved human chasing that next peak.
“Mal— I don’t know if I can— It’s so—” You babble.
“Shhh,” he soothes and slows his hand. “Should I slow down?”
“No!” You cry and move your hips, trying to signal to him not to stop. “I just— It feels so different—good, but it's so much. I'm just so full, but I want more."
You continue to wiggle your hips and clench around the toy, unable to control how much your body wants it. Malleus swipes his tongue through his teeth and smiles down at you.
"Think you can take one more deep breath for me?"
You chew your bottom lip and nod your head with pleading eyes. He nuzzles a kiss into your cheek before pulling back and waving his free hand for one more sizing spell. Your breath turns into a gasp when you feel the swell and stretch.
"That's it. I knew you could do it," he says.
He shifts back to get a better view between your legs. Your cunt is wrapped so deliciously around the toy, pushing out streams of juices. The head of it rubs at a spot so deep within you that you had no idea it even existed. You can’t even vocalize what you’re feeling—just your mouth moving open and closed as your brows twitch upward. He prods the toy inside of you gently, and finally, you’re able to let out an airy moan that sends prickles down his neck.
“So good. Please, move,” you beg.
The fullness you feel goes beyond satisfaction and loops right back around to intense craving. There’s a twisted part within you that feels confident you could handle him crawling completely inside of you and that it’s the only thing capable of quelling the desire to have all of him. But he begins to pump his wrist again, and soon those silly thoughts are forced away when that impossibly deep spot inside of you is rubbed and prodded.
“Ohhh— It’s so—”
You can’t finish any of your thoughts before the next wanton moan is pushed from your tongue. Writhing in the sheets, you hopelessly try to ground yourself against the mounting sensations. He speeds up the pace, making your vision shake and blur to the point where all you can do is screw your eyes shut.
"You're doing so good. Come on, cum for me again," he coaxes.
There's something so different about this than your other sexual experiences. It's as if you're getting turned inside out, melting down, and rapidly being constructed into something else entirely. It's unnerving, yet you can't help but crave it because it's Malleus's doing.
"I think—" But you can't.
He drives the toy in faster, pushing at the back of your knee with his other hand to expose you all the more to him. You let your legs fall open, feet and ankles dangling helplessly in the air.
One final thrust from him and one impossibly tight squeeze from your cunt has you gasping, shaking, tears leaking from your eyes. He pulls the toy out from you completely, tossing it aside to rub messy strokes over your clit. Spurts of juices burst forth from your entrance—over and over and over again—soaking the bedding and your thighs as he spreads the mess around in his efforts to keep your climax going. He plunges his fingers back inside of you, curling them and dragging them out, chuckling in pure delight as you keep the show going.
The peak eventually decrescendos. He lets your legs relax, collapsing into the damp sheets. You pant as you would at the end of being chased, your heart beating so too. Sweat dabbles your face and neck. You struggle to sit up, but Malleus stops you with a deep kiss that has you sinking back.
He pulls away and brings his focus back to his work between your legs. He gently runs the tips of his fingers through the mess, making you twitch and whine.
“My,” he marvels with flushed cheeks. He wets his lips and peers up to your face with a dark smile.
The candles in his room flicker, making his loving yet wicked expression all the more flustering. It's a look that sends you the message: I'm not done with you yet.
He licks your juices from his fingers, then drops his hand to the massive, alluring bulge in his pants. Grasping and stroking his clothed cock, he speaks in a low, shiver-inducing tone,
So...I was wondering if you had a post on information concerning Ace's older brother? Purely for research purposes of course...😅
Ask, and you shall receive!
This is a compilation of all the canon information I could find on Ace’s older brother. He has yet to be named, so 😅 errrr… I'll be referring to him as “Anippola" (as in “Trappola aniki”) in this post.
Anippola is older than Ace by 7 years.
According to Ace, his brother was even more excited about Ace getting into NRC than their parents were.
Before Ace was accepted into NRC, his older brother would take him along with him to various places.
He is an alumnus of NRC and was previously in Heartslabyul dorm; this is why Ace is not surprised when he, too, is sorted into Heartslabyul.
Ace talks with his older brother over the phone. Sometimes they talk late into the night, which occasionally makes Ace late in the mornings.
He “built up a whole repertoire of magic tricks” from his days as a NRC student. Ace learned them by playing watching, memorizing, and then finally replicating those magic tricks, since Anippola refused to tell him how to do them. It is through these kinds of experiences that Ace has become quite adaptable.
He learned some sleight of hand tricks from their magicless father too.
Whenever the Trappola men are together, they will challenge each other to pull off various tricks.
Ace reports that his older brother told him "the most convincing lies are sprinkled with a dash of the truth". This implies that Ace may have learned how to lie so cleverly from Anippola, or at the very least was inspired by his advice.
Ace's brother bought a luxury watch with his first paycheck. He framed it as though it was Ace's birthday gift, but then revealed the item was actually for himself and gave Ace an empty box instead.
Anippola later apologized and gave Ace a box of candy, which annoyed his little brother (because Ace says he's not a little kid, of course he wouldn't be happy about receiving candy!)
Another time, Anippola purposefully snuffed out the candles on Ace's birthday cake. This resulted in a fight between the brothers.
From these stories, we can deduce that Anippola s a prankster.
He did his 4th year NRC internship at a theme park management company designing shows and attractions. (The dialogue could also be interpreted as generally working in the entertainment industry, not specifically for the theme park company.) Anippola currently works for that same place.
There is supposedly a picture of Ace's brother hung up in the hallway by the teacher's lounge. The photo is from when Anippola led the card solider parade for a Magical Shift/Spelldrive opening ceremony.
Ace says his brother is not the type to make sweets for him.
Anippola wasn't all too interested in dorm life.
He told Ace about various ways to kill time at his dorm.
Ace describes Anippola as someone who is light-hearted, casual, and easy to get along with.
Ace also admits that it can be advantageous to have an older brother, as they are an example to follow and could support him in that way. He specifically mentions school life and job hunting as examples.
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