Hehe Hi Hi ! Can I have relationship Hcs with Lilia with the afab reader being a vampire who’s also 700 ,,? (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
( They would probably be considered young to vampires since they are immortal,,, (ᵕ—ᴗ—) )
And if it’s not tm,, (◞‸ ◟)💧 I wanna also know how the diasomnia boys would think of vamp / reader ! !
Ps : I love ur account so so much eeekk ,, & can I be known as 🦇 anon,, cuz I’m bound to request more Lilia x vampire ,,! ! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
【❝Just Come, Kiss Me, And Bite Me❞】
【Synopsis: In which Lilia finds true love in the arms of a woman most would deem a creature of darkness】
【Featuring: Lilia Vanrouge】
【Tags: fem reader, vampire reader, reader is mama, Lilia is a hall of fame wife guy, Malleus and Silver are hall of fame mama’s boys, Sebek has a brief beef w reader but he gets over it bc she’s so lovely lol, TW for mentions of blood/feeding on both people and animal/having children, no beta, possible typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I missed any tags】
【Word count: 1k】
【a/n: hello there dear 🦇 anon, as you henceforth shall be known! Thank you so much for the kind words! I hope you keep enjoying my work and continue to stick around for more! I love love love the Diasomnia family sm, so I, of course, had a great time writing this! I’ve probably mentioned this before, but loveeee vampires, which also made writing this incredibly enjoyable! Anyway, thanks again and I hope you enjoy! <33333】
‧₊˚ ┊ Do vampires exist in Twisted Wonderland? Maybe, maybe not. For the sake of this story, let's all pretend that vampires — like merfolk and fae — are simply another part of this magical world.
‧₊˚ ┊ Being a bat fae has often led Lilia to be mistaken for a vampire. Before meeting you some hundred odd years ago, he used to be quite offended by the comparison. I mean, him? A ravenous bloodsucker? Perish the thought! Admittedly, Lilia was quite ignorant in his youth — if you consider around five centuries old to be young — but then you walked into his life and changed his opinion on vampires for good!
‧₊˚ ┊ You first met Lilia in the years in between Malleus hatching and Silver being found. At the time, he was something of a lost soul, wandering the world in search of something he couldn't quite name. Thankfully, he found exactly what he was looking for in you!
‧₊˚ ┊ Your relationship was something of a whirlwind romance. Lilia was guarded at first. He'd grown accustomed to loving and losing and was cautious of ever having to endure such a thing again. Still, he fell for you hard and fast.
‧₊˚ ┊ The nature of your being, of course, brought Lilia pause in the beginning. You were used to it, the hesitation and thinly veiled fear, but unlike so many others that turned tail and ran once they realized what you were, Lilia stayed. He put aside his preconceived notions about vampires and got to know you for who you were and, by the Seven is he glad that he did.
‧₊˚ ┊ Within about a month of knowing one another, you moved into a quaint little cottage in Briar Valley. For a century or so, you lived in this domestic bliss. Malleus would drop by on occasion, having snuck out of the castle to come and visit Lilia. The first time the young prince met you he was enamored. He asked you a million questions about what it's like to be a vampire with the curious bluntness only a child could possess.
‧₊˚ ┊ Then came Silver, your sweet baby boy. Both you and Lilia took to parenting quite quickly, which was certainly helped by how easy of a baby your dear son was. You'd talked of having children before, but neither of you were in much of a rush. With Lilia being a fae and you a vampire, there were many years on this earth ahead of you, so neither of you saw the need to rush. The Fates, however, decided otherwise, and you couldn't be happier that they did.
‧₊˚ ┊ Silver knew the truth of your condition, so to speak, from a young age. Neither you nor Lilia saw the need to hide such things from your son, and, for the boy's part, he took it quite well. Silver, being the caring little thing he is, would always come running to you if he got a cut or pricked his finger to present you with his blood like it were a gift. You, of course, couldn't bring yourself to ever drink from him and after a few times of this occurring, he gave up on trying to keep you fed. Thankfully, Lilia was around to make sure you were getting all the blood you could ever need.
‧₊˚ ┊ It took quite a lot of convincing from Lilia to get you to drink from him, and even after years and years of doing so, you still felt a pang in your heart every time you sunk your teeth into his pretty porcelain skin. Even though he told you time and time again that he enjoyed being fed on, a part of you still felt bad about using him to satiate your hunger. Being the adoring partner he is, Lilia assures you every time you have any doubts that he is completely willing and happy to have you feed on him for the rest of eternity.
‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek, was very confused the first time he saw the puncture marks from where you'd bitten him. Lilia made no effort to hide them since both you and Sliver were accustomed to seeing them, but such things were not the norm for the young half-fae that found himself in your care. Because he thought you were harming his mentor, Sebek initially had a rather sour opinion of you.
‧₊˚ ┊ It wasn't as easy for you to bond with Sebek as it was with Silver. The process was slow and arduous, but eventually he came to hold you in rather high regard. I mean, if someone as strong and capable as Lilia loves you, then you must be a truly good person. Eventually, Sebek started to fight Silver for your favor and attention. Admittedly, it was quite cute, but you fear this little competition might have kicked off the longstanding rivalry between the two boys.
‧₊˚ ┊ Said rivalry lasted for many more years, from childhood all the way until they both went off to study at NRC. You were quite saddened when Lilia and Malleus left, but your heart broke when Silver — your sweet boy — went off to study with them a year later. Sebek followed one year after that, leaving you at home with an empty nest.
‧₊˚ ┊ Of course, your body would rush home to you during school breaks, but the time always felt far too fleeting. While you were proud of the men they were becoming, a part of you wanted them to stay young and reliant on you forever.
‧₊˚ ┊ Naturally, you began to pester Lilia for a child to occupy your lonely days without them. You weren't getting any younger and neither was your lovely partner, so it was now or never. The boys were constantly asking when you both would finally tie the knot — which you'd yet to do after all these centuries — and Silver made it no secret that he wanted to be a big brother.
‧₊˚ ┊ Another addition would certainly liven your already chaotic little family up, but Lilia would be lying if he said he didn't want a baby with you. He knew you'd be the mother of his child a few centuries ago, so it's about time that he makes that shared dream of yours come true. Step one: baby. Step two: the wedding. Step three: uhhh live happily ever after!
﹕✦ pairing - Riddle, Ruggie, Floyd, Jade, and Jamil
﹕✦ tags - fem!reader , headcannon, fluff, based on jaehyun’s song unconditional
꒰ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS ꒱
﹕✦ shares study guides and notes. Riddle is constantly busy, between tackling everyday student responsibilities and his duties as housewarden, however he always reserves time for you. If your struggling in a certain class or topic he offers to tutor you privately in the library, and is not apprehensive to sharing his notes with you. In the beginning, you were a little embarrassed to seek out his help, but Riddle never makes you feel pressured or guilty for needing his assistance. In fact, it makes him feel good that he can help you with something, since he internally feels he struggles with showing affection. 
﹕✦ daily check ins. A way riddle shows his affection for you is by checking in on you throughout the day. Texts asking if you enjoyed lunch or how is your day going are his ways of showing his care verbally. Whenever you visit heartslabyul after a tiring day, he lets you rest in his room, just knowing by your face that you’re exhausted. Ever since his ovetblot, he really prioritizes your well being, not wanting to see you in danger.
﹕✦ soft gestures. Whenever the two of you are walking Riddle has a habit of extending his arm so you can link yours with his. It’s his way of keeping you close and safe in the swept of large crowds or overstimulating environments.
﹕✦ private tea parties. He loves to surprise you with private tea party dates, especially after exam week. He tries to really put an effort and bake most of the pastries himself. You can say he’s getting batter at baking, and knows not to use oyster sauce anymore for flavor.
﹕✦ his little rule breaker. Post overblot, Riddle has become a tad lenient while still maintaining order in Heartslabyul, but don’t let Ace find out that Riddle sneaks away strawberry tarts just for you, all to see your smile. He even has Trey bake your favorite dessert, and lets you have the first slice always.
꒰ RUGGIE BUCCHI ꒱
﹕✦ saved seats at work. Ruggie has had many part time jobs, especially during the summer. He mainly works at food places like or restaurants, and whenever you visit him for lunch during a shift he always tries to sit you at the same table. Whether you want to be in a corner away from others or near a window, he tries to accommodate that.
﹕✦ acts of service. If you’re looking for something Ruggie always seems to find it first, or if you’ve been wanting something Ruggie might surprise you with it if he can. A part of you feels bad because you know he already deals with so many responsibilities with Leona and always doing stuff for him, but Ruggie does things for you out of love and for a kiss in return. But don’t get things too twisted, he loves to be spoiled too, and you can’t say no to his toothy grin.
﹕✦ petting his ears. Ruggie does not let anyone touch his ears, and it’s pretty self explanatory why. For him his ears are a very sensitive part of him and he rather not have someone that close anyway. But you’re the exception, he’ll lay in your lap and let you play with his ears as he listens to you ramble about whatever. But this only happens in the comfort of your room or his, he doesn’t want to risk the embarrassment of getting caught by Leona.
﹕✦ small fixes. A few don’t notice but Ruggie can be quite touchy. Not just in an affectionate fine way but in an attentive one. If you have crumbs on your face he’ll dust it off with his fingers, if your school tie is crooked he’ll fix it like it’s nothing. It’s those casual touches that he does without thought.
꒰ FLOYD LEECH ꒱
﹕✦ letting you squeeze him back. Floyd squeezes everyone, and most of it is with menacing motives. However, you squeezing him back in return does make him always have a wide toothy grin on his face. The other students always looked puzzled and slightly concerned if they pass by and see you and Floyd squeezing each other and laughing with no intent of stopping.
﹕✦ gets serious when needed. Your relationship with Floyd is definitely filled with a lot of laughs and teasing but he doesn’t play about you. If he senses someone making you uncomfortable, his goofy smile drops and it’s replaced by his creepy toothed smile with menacing eyes. This doesn’t just extend to moments of protection, but even if you need to talk to him about something serious you two have a specific code word, so when you say it so he knows when to turn down the teasing and stay present.
﹕✦ surprise lifts. After dates if your feet are hurting from heels or just simply walking from long distances, Floyd will pick you with a laugh and carry you the rest of the way. He teases you for always wearing un comfy human clothes, but he gets to have you in his arms so it’s a win.
﹕✦ wearing his clothes. Floyd is very possessive over his own stuff, even though he leaves it almost everywhere with his messy habits. But even he can’t deny the cuteness he felt when you spent the night and put on one of his shirts. No one else can borrow his things, but if you ask he’ll let you after teasing you of course.
꒰ JADE LEECH ꒱
﹕✦ handcrafted gifts. From his hiking trips he’ll find all sorts of different flowers and he’ll make bouquets for you with them. Sometimes he’ll even brew you tea with a small note left for you, a quiet assurance of his affection.
﹕✦ gentle touches. Instead of walking with a quiet menace touch, Jade is softer with you. If you’re in his way, he’ll gently put his hand on his shoulder while he mutters a little excuse me. Or, when you approach him you notice his eyes turn softer upon seeing you, even if it’s masked with his polite persona.
﹕✦ subtle touches. Jade takes in every vulnerability you tell him seriously. If he can tell you’re feeling overwhelmed from being around others or noises, he calmly guides you with his arm to a more relaxed environment. Whether you want him to stay or go so you can be alone he’s there to ensure you’re away from unwanted stares.
꒰ JAMIL VIPER ꒱
﹕✦ braiding each others hair. Soft moments between the two of you when you and Jamil can both unwind and not answer to the commotion outside his room. Braiding your hair started off as a habit he did subconsciously, but now the two of you braid each other’s hair as you have deep talks or vents. It’s an intimate moment he wouldn’t share with anyone else, and it lets him to open his heart out to you.
﹕✦ cooking with you. Jamil loves to cook, that’s a fact and it’s usually a time where he can be in his element away from others. But it’s a space of his that he does share with you from time to time. When preparing for a banquet, he’ll ask if you would like to help him with a dish or if you want taste test a certain sauce or seasoning. Cooking to him is a way to show love so it’s like his extending part of his love to you. He’s not always the best with words but these small actions shine more as they are catered to you.
﹕✦ soft glances. Jamil’s eyes never leave you when you’re talking. Even if it’s something light and not as intense, he’s completely focused on you. To him he wants to provide his fully attention when he can, because he knows what it feels like to be present verbally and physically but not have others acknowledge that. He actively makes time to listen and hear your stories or even worries.
﹕✦ silent protection. During banquets Jamil ensures occasionally throughout the night that you’re okay. He won’t go up to you personally but he checks on you with quick glances and a small hand resting on your back. His main job is to be attentive to Kalim, but since Kalim has expressed wanting to be more independent, Jamil uses that to his advantage to be more attentive to you. It’s not all just about Kalim anymore, he can prioritize his partner and his other relationships too.
NAVIGATION.
swan’s notes - I was so focused when writing this and doing laundry at the same time lol. Listening to Jaehyun’s music just bursted my need for these headcannons, and I chose some of the second years since I tend to favor the third years more and I wanted something different.
⋆.𐙚 ̊. What if Floyd Leech had a secret girlfriend? ꒰ trying to squeeze some fics out of my pea brain at the moment...
♡ In twst, we don't know of anyone who is currently in a relationship, has a crush, or anything like that. So what if Floyd was the one who managed to bag a babe? ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡
♡ I think it's kinda funny if Floyd, out of all people, had some secret girlfriend back home in the Coral Sea that nobody at school knew about (other than Jade and Azul ofc). Like, what if he just brought it up on some Tuesday or something, like he was just talking about the weather? Or imagine everyone trying to visualise what kind of girl would possibly date Floyd, and he's all confused because, duh, of course he has a girlfriend!
♡ I reckon the two of you met really young, like in elementary school, and instantly you clicked―two peas in a pod! Jade was happy that Floyd had found a worthy mate, and Georgina was simply over the moon when she first heard of his son's little girlfriend―you're simply adorable!
♡ The two of you would be so so adorable. It would be even more cute if Floyd's girlfriend happened to be a total sweetie pie! UGH, and imagine when the whole of Twst cast meet you for the first time, and it's a total shocker when they see this utter cute-patootie that is soooo in love with a clown (a cute clown heheee) like Floyd. And what's this? Floyd is actually a good boyfriend at that, whaaaaa?
♡ Anyways, that's just my thoughts hehe. I just love the idea of Floyd being head-over-heels in love and a total secret romantic. I would love to write a full fic on this, but I'll save it for the futureeee.
(umm so I needa post something but I have 2 request to finish (got them 3 months ago) and I have writers block and need to study for exams this week and then do those said exams the week after eeek....)
Warnings fluff, post-work comfort hour
Synopsis BREAKING NEWS! Restless eel nearly wrecks the Mostro Lounge (again). In other news, a tired shrimpy gets pampered by two doting mermen at the end of a long day.
Author’s note Get to know the author, asks open!
As your new favorite spot on campus, the Mostro lounge has become a regular part of your daily routine. You sit in the same spot every visit, set up your work station, and type away until Floyd inevitably drops by to steal your attention. On a good day, you make a lot of progress while he’s tucked inside the kitchen.
Sometimes, you implored Jade not to make your presence known for a set number of hours, and he seized the opportunity to contract you as his personal taste-tester. Your meal is always on the house when he’s the chef. Thus, you’ve become a mushroom connoisseur of sorts.
So the day you didn’t show up, the universe was thrown off-balance.
In the kitchen, Floyd got this itch at the back of his head. He glanced out the window to find a crime in the making.
Nobody’s sittin’ in Shrimpy’s spot.
Of all the people, it happened to be a loud group of students from Savanaclaw. In other words, prime squeezing targets. They didn’t need to do much to get on his nerve. Azul often called for him to “escort” difficult customers who refused to follow public dining etiquette. But this was a whole new low. This was personal.
“Go on. Scram!"
Half-eaten meals were forgone for an all-out brawl in the center of the lounge. Three freshmen against one Floyd were less than favorable odds—for the freshmen, that is. They’d need a dozen more to tire him out.
Jade quickly stepped in before things got dicey. They’d just replaced the furniture from Floyd’s last…incident.
After that group was swiftly taken care of, Floyd made it his mission to keep your table off-limits from everyone else, standing guard like a restless hound looking to pounce. Actually, the one person he really wanted to tackle was you—where were you, anyway?
“Something the matter, Floyd?” Jade asked. “You’re awfully tense.”
Floyd crossed his arms. “It‘s no fun without ‘em here. It feels wrong.”
Jade felt it, too, but he’s always been good at masking his emotions. “Indeed, having spent so much time with them in such a small timeframe—has it been 2 months already?—their absence is noticeable.”
Floyd was stretching his neck, huffing, agitated. All the tell-tale signs of a worsening mood. He sat in your booth, refusing to return to the kitchen until you got here. So what if he left the stove on when he ran out?
Jade had to act fast. “I have an idea. I’ll be right back.”
When he returned, he placed a steel card on the table with the word “RESERVED” engraved on it.
Satisfied with Jade’s solution, Floyd begrudgingly went back to work, but he still threw glances at your table on occasion.
When you finally did arrive, it was near closing time. The last set of customers were finishing up their drinks and arguing over how they’ll split the bill. You shuffled into the lounge, clearly tired from the day’s events.
“SHRIMPY!!!”
Cue Floyd pulling you into a tight squeeze.
He had just served his last tray, the drinks threatening to spill with the wind that rushed past as he sprinted to your side.
Hearing your tired voice, he dragged you to the back of the lounge, past your favorite table, and into the break room. It was a comfortable space with plush sofas and large glass windows that peered into the ocean, much like the rest of Octavinelle.
You laid down on top of Floyd who pat your head. “You did good today.”
“Thanks,” you mumbled. “Need sleep…”
You closed your eyes, focused on the sound of his heartbeat, and fell into rhythm with the rise and fall of his chest. In response, he rubbed your arms when you complained about the cold.
The only time you sat up was when Jade entered with a fresh plate of appetizers, insisting on feeding you himself.
You worked so hard every day, and Floyd didn’t get it. School was all about having fun, discovering new experiences, being reckless. You only ever have time for them at the end of the day, so he starts scheming a getaway adventure away from campus.
Moments Where f!Yuu Experienced First, Second, and Third-Hand Embarrassment as the Only Girl at NRC
Or: the daily struggle of surviving an all-boys magic school where privacy is a myth, testosterone is a biological weapon, and at least one student says something so catastrophically stupid every single day that Yuu briefly considers letting the Overblots win.
Waking up inside a coffin is not exactly something people put on their bingo cards. Everything is dark, dead silent, and honestly, screaming your lungs out feels like the most reasonable reaction possible — even if screaming when you don’t know whether you have enough air left isn’t exactly smart.
“HEY! HEEEY!!! I WANT OUT! LET ME OUT! FOR FUCK’S SAKE LET ME OUUUUUUT!”
A couple of kicks and some desperate punches do wonders, because eventually the coffin lid crashes to the floor with a loud bang.
First problem solved: fresh air, a wide open space…
…why is everyone dressed in ceremonial robes?
“Ah…great. I got kidnapped by a cult”
To this day, Ace still reminds you of that legendary comment. At this point it’s probably engraved somewhere in the school walls forever.
And speaking of the school, how does it feel being the only woman in an academy full of men?
Well, for starters, there are no uniforms made for girls. Whether you’d want to wear a skirt or pants doesn’t even matter not that I would pick a skirt anyway, pants are way more comfortable
There are pants, sure. Vests, shirts, blazers too…
…but none of them fit the way they’re supposed to. Every single one is tailored for men. Calling it “baggy” would be generous. You look like you’re wearing a potato sack with buttons.
Being the only girl also means there are no women’s restrooms. Every one of them is for men. Which leaves you with two options: either use the faculty one, or wait until nobody’s around and pray to the Seven that no one walks in while you’re washing your hands.
And speaking of bathrooms, thank god you live in Ramshackle, because having to share showers with the other dorms?
Ah, no thanks
You can only hope there are at least a few civilized people around who understand that maybe...just maybe...you deserve five uninterrupted minutes in the shower.
And don’t even get started on those annoying days of the month.
Yeah. That week. The Red Sea has arrived.
And honestly? Grim does not help.
“Henchhuman! I smell blood! You’re hurt!!!”
Thank you for yelling that in the middle of alchemy class. Please kill me
Where do you even get pads and tampons around here? Definitely not the infirmary.
Sam ends up being the true savior of your daily life. You have to pay him pretty well to make sure he doesn’t tell his “friends from the other side,” or loudly announce it every time you walk into the shop, whether you’re alone or not.
There’s also…way too much accumulated testosterone inside classrooms. On the sports field it makes sense. But inside a classroom with barely-open windows?
Yeah, no. Hard pass.
Using the lockers after PE is a huge NO
And while we’re on the topic of the sports field: the entire student body leaving class drenched in sweat, taking off their shirts or even more right in public…
They’re hormonal teenage boys who just finished PE. Of course they’re not thinking.
Please. Give yourself ten minutes in your private changing room. Nobody needs to witness a half-naked crowd in a semi-public space.
And let’s not even talk about the time Azul took over Ramshackle and you were forced to sleep in Leona’s room.
Good thing you sleep in a separate bed, because this grumpy lion absolutely hates sharing his territory.
It’s his space, and he uses it however he wants. He lounges around however he wants. He relaxes however HE wants.
If he feels like turning the lights off early even though you still need to study, he’ll do it.
If he wants to stay awake deciphering ancient runes from some dusty book while you’re trying to sleep, he’ll do it.
And if he wants to sleep with absolutely no clothes on? He. Will. Do. It.
Waking up to the sight of Leona’s bare torso first thing in the morning might sound heavenly under normal circumstances…but not at seven in the morning when you’re trying to preserve your sanity.
Have some decency, for the love of the Seven
Azul, at least, has the vocabulary and manners expected when talking to a woman, but he’s so structured, so business-like, that it becomes…too much.
Remember the whole pads and tampons situation?
Well…I’m not saying he wants to invest in them because of supply and demand and make a ridiculous amount of money…
…but he absolutely wants to invest in them because of supply and demand and make a ridiculous amount of money off your biology.
Someone please hit him over the head with his own contract.
Also, since you’re the only girl in the school, the entire staff constantly hovers around you trying to prevent any…let’s say…consequences. Y’know. Just in case iykwim
Crowley even prepared a private lecture that lasted over half an hour about the responsibilities of a young woman surrounded by so many men.
“The ones most likely to fuck up are them, not me”
Give that speech to the men, not the one girl just trying to survive day by day.
Do they have sex ed classes at NRC? Well, now they do. Thanks to you.
The teachers try their absolute best to make them informative and professional, but some idiots don’t exactly cooperate.
So the classes end up like every other sex ed class in existence: half painfully embarrassing because of immature teenage boys, and half exhausted teachers regretting every life decision that led them there.
Meanwhile, you’re sitting there wishing you could slowly peel your own skin off after hearing Ace’s comments and his micro-sexist questions.
“So you can’t just hold your ‘Red Sea’ like when you need to pee?”
That’s another one who deserves to get smacked upside the head.
Authors note: Lately I've been trying to clear my head of these little things while I'm working on my uni assignments. Next week I'll be back with orders and new stories too.
because yuu's geniuenly my favorite character....... im still torturing them
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Yuu occasionally forgets details about their old world. First it’s small things like favorite snack brands, a classmate’s face, the route home from school. Then one day they realize they can’t remember their own bedroom clearly anymore.
Nobody at NRC fully understands how lonely being magicless is. The first years mentions it rarely but in a casual way, like 'oh yeah we forgot', but Yuu constantly lives with the awareness that if something goes wrong, they can’t protect themselves the same way everyone else can. They're thankful to have friends that protected them during the overblots even tho they felt utterly useless...
Ramshackle is cold because the dorm was abandoned for so long, and sometimes Yuu stays awake listening to the building creak, realizing there’s nobody in this world they truly belong with.
Grim notices when Yuu is homesick before anyone else does. He’ll start fights or act extra annoying on purpose just to distract them from crying.
Yuu keeps souvenirs from every dorm. Not because they’re sentimental, but because they’re terrified that if they ever go home, this world will disappear like a dream.
Some nights Yuu quietly wonders whether their family thinks they disappeared… or died. (I think I saw something about Yuu's original world being paused or something like that in one of the novels but im not too sure so...)
Ace is one of the first people to realize Yuu smiles differently around others versus when they’re alone.
Yuu gets used to being needed only during crises. They become “the reliable prefect,” but secretly start feeling like people only come to Ramshackle when everything is falling apart.
Malleus visiting Ramshackle late at night becomes important because he’s one of the few people who understands isolation. Neither of them says it directly.
After every overblot incident, Yuu becomes more afraid. Not of the overblots themselves, but of losing the people they’ve grown attached to.
There’s a version of Yuu that stops talking about going home because they realize NRC is home now… and that realization scares them more than anything.
Crowley promising “we’ll find a way home soon” starts hurting after a while because Yuu can tell he doesn’t (want to) know.
Yuu sometimes sits in on magic studies they can never use anyway. Not because they expect to learn magic, just because they want to feel included.
The students eventually stop calling Ramshackle “haunted” and start calling it “home,” and Yuu nearly cries the first time they overhear it.
If Yuu ever made it back to their original world, the loneliness would hit in subtle moments. Reaching for their phone to text Ace about something dumb. Hearing thunder and thinking of Diasomnia. Turning around to tell Grim a joke before remembering he isn’t there. And the worst part would be knowing nobody around them could truly understand why they miss a world that technically never existed.
not realizing you’re talking to your ex-boyfriend!sukuna while drunk !
you were way too drunk and the sigma chi house was spinning.
the music thumped through the walls and your head felt light and fuzzy, but you were smiling anyway, red cup dangling from your fingers as you leaned against the wall for balance. your friends had disappeared ages ago and you didn’t really mind.
that’s when you saw him.
tall. pink hair. tattoos crawling up his arms. he looked really familiar but your drunk brain couldn’t connect the dots. you just knew he was stupidly hot standing there by the stairs with his arms crossed.
you stumbled over with a bright smile.
“hi,” you said, voice soft and sweet. “you have the prettiest eyes. like… scary pretty.”
sukuna looked down at you and his eyebrow raised, but he didn’t move away. the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.
“yeah?” he asked, voice low.
you nodded, stepping closer until you were leaning into his space. he smelled so good. warm and a little sweet, just like someone you used to know.
“mhm. my ex had eyes like yours,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his arm because the room wouldn’t stop tilting. “he was mean looking but really nice to me. i miss him a lot actually.”
sukuna stayed quiet, one big hand coming up to steady you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall.
you kept talking, words spilling out easily now that someone was listening.
“we broke up because i thought he didn’t care enough but… he used to do the sweetest things. like bringing me coffee before class or letting me play with his hair even when he acted all tough about it.” you sighed softly. “i think i messed up. i still wear his hoodie to sleep sometimes.”
his grip on your waist tightened just a little.
“you’re drunk,” he murmured.
“super drunk,” you agreed with a little laugh, tilting your head up to look at him again. “but i mean it. he was the best. made me feel safe even when he was quiet and scary. you kinda look like him, it’s weird.”
sukuna let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. he guided you through the crowd with a hand on your lower back, taking you upstairs without saying much. you didn’t even question it. his room felt familiar but everything was blurry.
he sat you on the edge of his bed and grabbed a bottle of water, crouching down in front of you so you could drink it. his hand rested gently on your knee the whole time.
“you’re really nice,” you whispered, eyes half closed. “my ex was nice like this too. when nobody else was looking.”
he didn’t answer right away. just brushed some hair out of your face with careful fingers and helped you lie down. when you reached out and grabbed his hand he paused.
“stay?” you asked softly.
sukuna sighed, but it was the soft kind. he sat on the edge of the bed and let you keep holding his hand, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles while you drifted off.
“yeah,” he said quietly, watching you fall asleep in his bed again. “i’m not going anywhere.”
Things the TWST Cast would be fascinated by in our world
I wanted to hop on here really quick since I'm still really busy with school and had a cool idea. Cause we hear a lot about Twisted Wonderland and what's in their world and how cool it is, but like we (as in humans) are pretty damn cool too!
Mostly I was thinking about this because of the Artemis II launch and was reminded of one of the anthology comics where the Octotrio are talking about going to the moon but in a way that seems like space travel in general is not something people in Twisted Wonderland do. In fact, the way it's been talked about makes it seem more on par on how we would talk about mages here!
So, here's a small list of things that, if they came to our world, they would be blown away and captivated by:
Generally, everyone is fascinated on how much we've accomplished without magic.
It seems pretty established that magic in general has been a huge factor in how civilization has been developed in TWST, to the point that even technology is developed with magic. Not obviously not everything has been developed with magic, but it's significant enough that it's been engrained into most if not all societies and cultures within TWST. I think that they'd be both baffled and impressed that Earth has been able to do most/similar things that they have without any magic involved.
Space travel (obviously), but specifically the Moon and Mars Rover(s) missions:
Like, it is such an achievement of humanity that we were able to go to the moon!!! If you're a moon landing conspiracy theories you are not welcome here and shut up because we fucking landed on the moon!!! We've sent rovers to a whole other planet! We have discovered that life most likely existed on our neighbor! THAT'S SICK AS FUCK!!!! I think that Azul, Idia, and Malleus would actually be the most fascinated by this. Azul has the previously mentioned anthology comic where he does talk about going to space, and he seems really into it (he's not going up there tho). Idia is pretty easy, he built a whole body for Ortho to have him get the wishes up for the Starsending, which is a whole giant deal when it does happen, plus his favorite game is sent in space. I also think he'd cry with me over the Opportunity Rover. Malleus is a bit more of a sell, but I think he'd be so impressed that humanity, who he does look down on a bit let's be really, was able to do something as significant as step on the moon, let alone send objects to other planets and into space. I especially think that he would have a fondness for the Voyager Golden Record. It's not often that he can relate to others, but Malleus can find himself in Earth humans' desire and yearning to make friends with others. We have such a desire for connection with other life, we are both so surrounded by life and yet so lonely for other life just like us that, by the off chance that someone out in the vast emptiness of space, that someone will see all of our pictures, our songs, our words, directions to our home and want to be our friends. We are unique creatures, and that uniqueness makes us want for connection; what else can Malleus do other than emphasize? Afterall, he more than anyone could understand that desire for connection.
Ancient monuments and structures:
Humans built the pyramids about 4,500 years ago, and we now have evidence from nearby cemeteries suggesting that over the course of roughly 70 years, tens of thousands of skilled workers built it. These things are so old that one, it's amazing that they are still standing (and a testament to how skilled humans can be at building things), and two, that we are still trying to figure out how exactly they were built. It's not aliens, so don't come saying that, but humans using math, physics, and their hands holding tools. Beside that, we have cliff dwellings, which are literally homes (sometimes cities) carved into the sides of cliffs, my favorites being the Ancestral Pueblo cliff dwellings found in the Southwestern United States. Speaking of the Americas, Tenochtitlcan and Tlatelolco (now in and part of modern day Mexico City) was a city built on an island in a lake with various bridges, causeways, and canals all intersecting and connecting with each other. In fact, there are so many ancient cities and monuments across the Americas that were built into areas that today would be so difficult to build into even with the technology we have, yet ancient Indigenous Americans did that!!! Because again, they had the skill, math, physics, and understanding of their environment to build these massive structures, and no magic was needed. I think Riddle, Rook, and Lilia would love these structures and learning as much as they could about them and how they were built. Lilia is easy, he's explored so much of his own world and seen much of what it has to offer in his old age, but not only does our world have new things for him to see, I just know he would love getting to know locals and learning from them about their history and how they built their monuments. Rook is also easy, has he's stated in Book 8 that one of his interests is archaeology, and I can see him sitting in a lab going over old artifacts and falling in love with Earth humans' ingenuity and creativity. Riddle is more of a stretch, but I do think he'd be so genuinely enthralled by seeing a place like Machu Picchu or Mesa Verde and just thinking, "People just, did that?" He's been so isolated from his own world, deeply entrenched into an education that centered magic that the idea of doing something like carving a dwelling into a cliff, or building a city on a lake, or a settlement in the middle of a desert seems impossible. There are rules, a natural order to things, human limitations. It seems impossible to him that humans could and would decide, "yeah, I'm gonna build a thing here" and do it without the aid of magic. But, they did. Why? For many reasons of course, one being because they decided that they could, and Riddle I think deep down would resonate with that.
I'm sure there's more that Can be mentioned, but this is getting long and I have to get back to working, but I do think that it's fun to imagine how much our lovely boys would actually love our world. Yeah it has no magic, but so what? Magic might be their thing, we have human imagination and ingenuity, and an endless thirst for knowledge, creation, and connection. For all of humanity's faults and capability for cruelty, we are more than that. We are so full of love and yearn to create as well.
Picture with me you the player you come from our world. Which means you have the ability to say the most out of pocket shit to mess with the Twst cast. I'm talking like-
"Ah tunnels they remind me of the catacombs in Paris."
"Oh catacombs how interesting! Is there a specific area for them in your world?"
"Nah man they're all beneath the entire city streets."
"........What-"
Or shit like-
"Ya know there's certain areas in America that people avoid."
"Oh? Are they dangerous?"
"Well if by dangerous meaning people just up and disappear into the void because of local legends of creatures and spirits attacking them then yeah."
"Prefect. Prefect where the FUCK do you live?"
There's potential here do you see what I'm putting down?????
Hello Hello!! 🖤 Been reading your scenarios/drabbles on and off for a few days now and I've been having such a blast!!
If possible, may I request Diasomnia + Riddle, Ruggie, and Kalim with a Kitsune!reader who's very clingy with them?
Like, for a certain period of time after falling in love, reader's kind tends to get severely touch-starved/gain this intense urge to be around their partner 24/7. Most tend to avoid getting romantically involved with kitsune folk because of this becauae it can be very exhausting to deal with.
The scenario I envisioned was how they'd deal with reader being glued to them at the hip and stealing their attention/drowning them in affection, but if you'd like to write something more angsty, another idea of mine was for reader to become really down and reserved after trying to repress their urges outta fear that they'll scare off the twst boys.
Whatever you decide to go with, I'll be thankful regardless!! 😌 I thank you in advance and, whether you end up completing this request or not, I bid you a wonderful day/evening/night!! 🖤
Them with a very clingy Kitsune!reader
Featuring: Riddle Rosehearts, Ruggie Bucchi, Kalim Al Asim, and Diasomnia dorm.
A/N: this is actually my first time writing for Ruggie Lilia and Silver, hope I didn't completely mischaracterize them ahah........ Gulp,,,,,
Riddle Rosehearts
at first, riddle genuinely thinks he can handle it through structure alone. you're clingy? then clearly there must be a reasonable balance to maintain. he tries to organize time for studying, time for responsibilities, and time for you - except the problem is that your affection does not arrive in neat little scheduled pieces. it's constant. you're beside him whenever possible, leaning against his shoulder while he works, wrapping your arms around him from behind while he's trying to read, quietly asking for attention with those tired, longing eyes whenever he spends too long focused on something else. and the worst part is that he notices very quickly that denying you makes something in your expression dim. you pull away too fast, apologize too much, pretend you are fine when you clearly are not.
riddle tries to maintain composure about it at first, but over time he starts adjusting unconsciously. his study sessions become places where you are allowed to sit pressed against his side. his irritation when interrupted weakens significantly if the interruption is you. he starts reaching for you without thinking, fingers brushing against your sleeve or hand almost automatically, because he realizes your tension eases the moment he does. if you ever try to repress it out of fear of overwhelming him, though, that's when he truly becomes unsettled. the sudden distance feels wrong immediately. he notices how carefully you stop touching him, how your ears (if you have them) droop slightly, how your voice loses warmth every time you say "it's fine." and despite all his usual strictness, he can't tolerate it for long. eventually he corners you into an honest conversation, flustered and frustrated all at once, insisting that if something is bothering you, you should say it directly instead of suffering quietly. when you finally admit the truth, he goes silent for a long moment before taking your hand himself, awkward but deliberate. "...i never said you were a burden, my rose." he says quietly. "so stop deciding that for me."
Ruggie Bucchi
ruggie notices the clinginess almost immediately, mostly because there's suddenly not a single moment of peace where you're not attached to him somehow. at first he thinks it's funny. you follow him around with your tail (iiif you have one) brushing against him, curl up beside him whenever he sits down for more than five seconds, cling to his arm like it's the most natural thing in the world. he teases you constantly about it too, grinning every time you get needy for attention. "seriously? ya gonna die if i leave for ten minutes?" but underneath the joking, he adapts frighteningly fast.
that's why he notices immediately when you start holding yourself back. suddenly you stop leaning against him. stop asking to stay close. stop curling around him when he rests. and ruggie hates it instantly. he tries joking about it at first, asking where his "little shadow" went, but when you only laugh weakly and say you're trying not to be annoying, the humor drops almost immediately. because beneath all the teasing, ruggie knows what it feels like to believe your needs are "too much" for people. so instead of letting you retreat, he becomes even more physically affectionate on purpose. he throws an arm over your shoulders, drags you down beside him when he lounges around after school hours, flicks your forehead whenever you start apologizing too much. "quit overthinking it" he mutters one day while pulling you against his side like it is obvious. "if i was sick of ya, you would know already"
Kalim Al-asim
kalim absolutely adores it. like, from the very beginning, he's genuinely delighted by how affectionate you are. you want to be near him all the time? great! he wants to be near you too. you cling to his sleeve while he talks? he beams. you crawl into his space just for attention? he immediately gives it to you. unlike some people, kalim never treats your need for affection like something inconvenient, which honestly makes the whole situation worse in the best way possible because now your instincts associate him with comfort even more strongly. he is incredibly physically affectionate naturally, so the relationship becomes a constant cycle of mutual attachment where neither of you really sees the issue.
which is exactly why he becomes so confused and upset when you suddenly start withdrawing. he notices almost instantly because your affection has become part of his routine. the absence of it feels very loud. at first he thinks something is wrong, that maybe you're upset with him, and when you nervously admit that you were trying not to overwhelm him anymore, his expression falls completely. "overwhelm me?" he repeats, sounding genuinely confused by the idea. then immediately after: "but i like when you stay closeeee!" there's no hesitation in it either. no uncertainty. if anything, kalim starts becoming clingier back after that conversation, almost like he's trying to prove you never needed to hold yourself back in the first place. he drapes himself over you during downtime, seeks you out constantly, and happily announces your relationship to anyone with ears while keeping you tucked close beside him the entire time.
Malleus Draconia
malleus handles your clinginess with an almost startling level of patience. perhaps because, for someone like him, being wanted so openly and instinctively feels deeply precious rather than inconvenient. he does notice the intensity of it, of course. the way you drift toward him constantly, the way your tail (if you have one) flick anxiously whenever he leaves for too long, the almost unconscious need you have to remain in contact with him somehow. but he never mocks it or pulls away from it. instead, he accepts it with quiet ease, allowing you to linger close while he reads, resting a hand against your back when he notices your restlessness increasing, treating your affection as something natural rather than excessive.
however, malleus is also frighteningly observant when it comes to emotional shifts. so the moment you begin repressing yourself, he notices. the absence of your affection changes the atmosphere around him immediately. where there was once warmth and constant movement, now there's hesitation. distance. and for someone as emotionally isolated as malleus has often been, he feels that loss sharply. one evening, after noticing you stop yourself from reaching for him yet again, he quietly asks why. when you try to brush it off, he doesn't allow the conversation to fade. instead he gently pulls you closer himself, one hand resting against your cheek while he studies your expression carefully. "you fear becoming unwanted." he realizes softly, and there's something deeply saddened in his voice when he says it. after that, he becomes even more openly reassuring, inviting your closeness rather than merely accepting it, making it very clear through both words and actions that your presence beside him is something he treasures.
Lilia Vanrouge
lilia thinks your clinginess is adorable almost immediately, though in typical lilia fashion, he also finds it incredibly entertaining. he absolutely encourages it at first just to see how flustered you get when he gives the affection back twice as intensely. if you curl around him while he's sitting somewhere, he will casually pull you fully into his lap without warning. if you trail after him constantly, he starts teasingly referring to you as his "little fox spirit." but beneath the humor, there's genuine tenderness in the way he handles you. unlike many people, lilia never seems exhausted by your need for closeness. if anything, he understands it better than you expect. there's an old loneliness in him that recognizes your desire to stay near the person you love.
that is why your withdrawal affects him more seriously than people would assume. at first he notices the missing affection like a joke falling flat, but the longer it continues, the quieter he becomes around you. eventually he corners you somewhere private, expression softer than usual as he asks why you keep pulling away from him whenever your instincts clearly want the opposite. when you admit your fears, lilia actually looks a little heartbroken for a moment. then he sighs dramatically and pulls you against him anyway. "my dear," he murmurs, smoothing a hand through your hair "if i truly disliked your affection, do you think i would still be here indulging it every day?" after that, he becomes very intentional about initiating affection first, almost like he's trying to retrain you out of feeling guilty for wanting closeness.
Silver Vanrouge
silver adapts to your clinginess more naturally than almost anyone else. he's already calm, physically affectionate in subtle ways, and very used to quiet companionship, so your constant need to stay near him does not disturb him nearly as much as you fear it might. if anything, he finds your presence comforting. you leaning against him while he rests, holding onto his sleeve while walking beside him, curling around him when he falls asleep somewhere unexpected— all of it settles into his routine with surprising ease. silver is'nt overly expressive, but he responds consistently every single time, always making space for you beside him without hesitation.
which is why your attempts to suppress it worry him deeply. silver notices patterns quickly, especially in people he cares about, and the sudden absence of your touch feels immediately unnatural. he starts quietly seeking you out instead, sitting closer than usual, gently taking your hand when he notices you hesitating. eventually, when you finally admit you were scared of exhausting him, silver looks genuinely confused. "but i like it when you are near me." he says simply, like the answer should have been obvious all along. there's no frustration in his response, only soft concern that you spent so long carrying that fear by yourself. afterward, he becomes more quietly proactive about affection, always the first to close the distance whenever he notices you doubting yourself again.
Sebek Zigvolt
sebek handles the situation... loudly. at first, your clinginess completely destroys his ability to function normally. every time you cling to his arm, seek out his attention, or press yourself against him affectionately, he short-circuits instantly. his face goes bright red, his voice gets louder, and he starts stammering about "improper conduct" while very obviously not pushing you away. he complains constantly, insisting that he cannot focus properly when you are attached to him all the time, but everyone around him notices very quickly that he becomes significantly calmer the moment you stop.
because despite all the yelling, sebek grows extremely accustomed to your affection. he starts expecting your presence beside him. listening for your footsteps. feeling oddly restless when you are not nearby. so when you begin withdrawing out of guilt, it unsettles him far more deeply than he wants to admit. at first he gets frustrated, demanding to know why you are suddenly avoiding him, but once he realizes the truth, his reaction becomes almost painfully sincere. "you thought... i did not want you here?" he asks, sounding genuinely wounded by the idea. afterward, his affection becomes much more direct despite his embarrasment. he still gets flustered constantly, still raises his voice too much, but he also starts openly asking you to stay near him instead of pretending your closeness bothers him at all.
kalim falls in love with you so easily that it honestly scares jamil a little. because kalim loves people naturally. he is affectionate, warm, endlessly eager to shower the people around him with attention and kindness. he makes friends quickly, trusts easily, and gets attached without much hesitation. so at first, nobody thinks much of it when he starts gravitating toward you constantly. of course kalim likes having you around. everyone likes having you around. he just happens to be more enthusiastic about it than most. except eventually, even kalim realizes something feels different. because he doesn't just enjoy your company, he craves it.
it starts innocently enough. kalim begins seeking you out first thing in the morning because seeing you somehow guarantees his day will feel better afterward. meals become more enjoyable when you sit beside him. school events become exciting because he gets to experience them with you. whenever something funny or interesting happens, his immediate instinct is to turn toward you first just to see your reaction. and honestly? he barely notices how attached he's become until other people start pointing it out.
"you've been following the prefect around all day." kalim blinks before looking over at jamil in confusion. "huh?" "you heard me." jamil sighs tiredly while crossing his arms. "every time they leave the room, you magically appear five seconds later." "...oh." kalim pauses thoughtfully. "wait, really?" jamil stares at him flatly. "yes, really."
the strange thing is that once kalim notices it, he still can't bring himself to stop. because being around you feels good in a way he can't fully explain. calming. exciting. comforting all at once. your presence slips naturally into every part of his routine until he genuinely struggles to remember what his days felt like before you became part of them. if he goes too long without seeing you, he gets restless without understanding why. if you seem upset, his mood drops immediately. and if someone else captures your attention for too long, this weird unpleasant feeling twists in his chest before he can identify it properly.
which is how kalim learns he can get jealous. poorly. "you've been talking to azul foreverrrr!" kalim complains dramatically while slumping across your shoulder later that evening. you blink in confusion. "it was like ten minutes." "that's forever!!" "kalim—" "and you laughed at his joke more than mine!" "...are you pouting right now?" "n—no.." he absolutely is.
things like physical affection makes everything worse. kalim is already naturally clingy with people he likes, but around you it becomes almost ridiculous. he wants to hold your hand constantly, drape himself across your shoulders during conversations, pull you into hugs whenever possible just because he can. one time you kissed his cheek casually in gratitude and kalim spent the next three hours smiling so brightly that even jamil looked concerned.
the problem is that kalim falls hard once he truly cares about someone. and he cares about you far too much. because unlike many people in his life, your affection never feels tied to his status or wealth. you spend time with him because you genuinely enjoy him, not because you want something from him. you scold him when he's reckless. laugh with him naturally. worry about him sincerely. and every bit of it settles warm and aching inside his chest because kalim is not used to feeling this... chosen. that realization affects him more deeply than he expects. especially late at night when things become quieter.
because underneath all his brightness, kalim carries loneliness more heavily than most people realize. growing up surrounded by servants, guards, expectations, and constant caution made genuine relationships difficult. people smiled at him often, but not always honestly. many cared more about the al-asim name than kalim himself. but you? you look at him like he is simply kalim. nothing more. nothing less. and somewhere along the line, that became precious enough to terrify him a little.
the realization itself happens during one of those soft quiet evenings in scarabia after dinner. kalim is rambling happily about some idea while the two of you lounge together surrounded by pillows and warm lantern light. eventually his words begin blending together because you start smiling at him in this terribly fond way that makes his heart stutter strangely in his chest. then you laugh softly and reach over to fix a piece of jewelry that had slipped crooked against his skin. such a tiny gesture. careless. gentle. and suddenly kalim feels everything crash together at once. every instinct to stay near you, every spike of jealousy, every ridiculous amount of happiness he feels whenever you choose him first. all of it settles into place so naturally that for a moment he can only stare at you in stunned silence. because oh. he's in love with you. completely and utterly in love with you. and judging by the way his chest feels too full to contain all this warmth suddenly, he probably has been for a while now.
"...kalim?" you blink at him curiously. "why are you looking at me like that?" he opens his mouth. then immediately smiles so brightly it nearly blinds you. "no reason!" you narrow your eyes suspiciously while kalim throws himself sideways into your lap dramatically to hide the fact that his entire face feels warm. meanwhile, buried beneath all his excitement and affection, one quiet thought keeps repeating over and over inside his chest. please stay. please keep choosing me like this.
in which; they would have married you if you had stuck around―grieving your absence kills them.
content; angsty , sfw , implied female reader , she , crowley found a way for you to get home , emotional vulnerability , they miss you , you both were a couple and he thought you were going to last , unedited writing , possibly oov
author's note; ive been in a mood the past few days and ive been sick―i present my tears served on a silver plate.
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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
you left weeks ago. finally, a way back home was found. you took the chance; not knowing if you'll ever get it again. riddle didn't cry in the moment, but he wasn't surprised when he started to sob in trey's arms afterward.
everything in heartslabyul stayed the same. rules were enforced, unbirthday parties happened on time, everything was in order. you just weren't there to see it.
ace doesn't tick him off as much, deuce thinks before he acts, cater pretends everything's okay and trey continues his role as vice housewarden―keeping riddle in check more often now that you're gone.
he doesn't realize how harsh he's been again, not worse, but just in pain. he distracted himself from the thought of you, no breaks, no what ifs.
expect at night.
the dorm is quiet, students are asleep―but riddle's wide awake. sometimes, which became an unhealthy habit, he finds himself sitting at the small garden table where you used to drink tea together. in this scenario, it's early morning. classes don't start for a few more hours but here riddle is─stating at the tea cups set across from reach other over the white cloth.
the one at the end of him is still hot, untouched and prepped with your preference. he sips his tea, hands shaking slightly and his eyes shut closed to keep himself from tearing up.
it's not working.
"...housewarden," trey's voice echos softly, it's low and gentle. riddle stiffens, eyes open with pricks of tears threatening to fall. he clears his throat, sets his tea up down and straightens his back.
he stares at the untouched tea cup across from him, a hand comes up to his side to gesture trey to sit down.
"it would be improper to waste prepared tea." his voice is barely a whisper. trey sits where you used to, sipping the tea as riddle let's a tear slip.
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
no one bats an eye when leona acts the same as always―straight face, skips class and continues his life like nothing happened. you left weeks ago...so why is he still feeling like you're still here. he tries to push you in the back of his mind, but he seems to find things that remind him of you.
he doesn't cry, not for a while. he refuses to cry in front of others, he just acts like everything is normal. except, he's quieter. he doesn't snap as quick, he continues to skip classes and he stays in his room.
but he has trouble sleeping, which is a shock to almost everyone in the dorm. ruggie doesn't comment, he just continues to follow leona's orders―nothing they've become less demanding and more as if he's trying to cover up his emotions by having ruggie do the regular.
at least that hasn't changed.
one afternoon, he's skipping class again. in his head he can already hear your whining as he drags you with him―saying he needs to stop skipping classes if he wants to graduate this year. what's the point of graduation if your not even here with him to do so?
he dozes off, it's only been three minutes but he swears he can feel your presence beside him. head leaning against his chest and staring up at him with that stupid smile he misses seeing. he you say you have to get to your next class and you can't skip with him.
"five more minutes, herbivore..."
the silence answers him. painfully obvious. he feels stupid. kissing his teeth he leans up, tail flicking in irritation as he looks around the empty garden.
he rubs a hand over his face, realizing he's standing alone with no nagging voice, no happy laughter, no you. the next few days, ruggie notices leona more in space. the hyena finds him staring at the path leading into the garden one evening.
"waiting for someone, boss?"
leona flicks his tail.
"tch, don't be stupid."
AZUL ASHENGROTTO
everything is fine. everything has to be fine. he has to be fine. he has a business to run and a graduation to reach. time is money. he doesn't have to get distracted about what has already been done and can't be undone.
azul is going at his usual―expanding contracts, making deals with poor souls who don't know any better, growing his reputation.
he should feel satisfied.
but a pair of twins noticed their boss has been overworking himself a lot lately―jade makes him tea, it's left cold on his desk. floyd isn't sure what to do exactly, but he knows azul isn't acting as he regularly does.
the mostro lounge is quiet and dark, jade steps silently through the darkness. he preps azul a cup of tea, noticing a glass on the table. it was filled with your favorite drink, jade knows this because azul made sure to add it to the menu.
humming softly, jade discards the tea he was going to make for azul and ended up remaking your favorite drink for him. taking it to the boss soon after.
jade finds him alone in the vip lounge after closing the restaurant. he sees his boss holding a contract in his hands, unsigned and in perfect condition.
an empty line stares back at him as azul takes his glasses off and places them in the table before him. "you never signed your own name," jade observes, a hand behind his back as he leans over awaiting a response.
azul simply folds the controls back into a roll gently, turning in his chair he faces the eel.
"of course not," he whispers, "a contract requires both parties to sign, and one of them is gone." he lets a silent tear fall down his cheek as the room falls into silence.
KALIM AL-ASIM
kalim keeps smiling, keeps the parties going and he told himself you were happy! he cried when you left, holding you tight because this may be the last he'll ever cry in your arms again. even if the parties kept going, the thought of you in his mind was louder.
you loved his parties, you always were his plus one and he always took you despite if you were sad. he claims it will lift your spirits, so why isn't it working for him?
kalim cries during the week and jamil at his side, he's comfort the housewarden like this before, but he understands how different this is. you brought joy and happiness into kalim's life―he cries about why you had to leave.
but both of them understand.
kalim is just devastated. he misses you, and he's not scared to show it. ramshackle isn't the same, he misses the memories he made with you there.
jamil finds kalim cuddling a scarf you left behind in scarabia, running his cheek against the fabric to smell the perfume that faintly clung to it. jamil doesn't say anything, but he offers to clean it. not wanting it to smell due to the lack of care.
it takes a while for kalim to agree, but once your smell starts to fade he reluctantly hands the scarf to his friend.
the housewarden asks if jamil could make your favorite for dinner tonight and he agreed. making sure there's leftovers. kalim eats every last bite, making sure nothing goes to waste and encourages the rest of the dorm to eat it as well. kalim will make sure he never forgets about you, he could never!
and if he needs to cry again, jamil hands him the scarf and sits at his side.
VIL SCHOENHEIT
continues his modeling, keeping up his beauty and filming. perfection does not pause at heartbreak, but it can cause heavy bumps. he refuses to let grief change his appearance.
life at pomefiore stays the same─schedules, the beauty routines, keeping students in check. anyone watching would say vil is as flawless as ever.
but rook notices slight changes, the cracks in the foundation.
vil stares longer at his reflection, not admiring himself. just...staring. he didn't think a mirror could hurt him so much. it took away the one thing he thought he couldn't continue life without.
one evening after a long day, vil sits at is vanity―cleaning his face from makeup. mid-swipe something catches the corner of his eye.
a bottle of a nail polish you once gave him with a happy smile and said the color would look beautiful on him. he merely chuckles, taking the polish and states. of course it would, have you met me, my dear?
it's small, nothing he would have noticed if ur didn't hold significance to his heart. you never took it back despite being used by you multiple times. he takes the bottle, he remembers the way you accidentally smudged it against his skin with that bubbly laughter if yours.
the housewarden continues to stare until a voice rings through the silence; "roi du poison, that color would look magnifique on you!" rook's voice is soft and grounding, standing by the frame of the door vil simply hums.
his gaze returns to his mirror as he stares back at his reflection, a snippet of you behind him with a happy smile plays in his mind. "she had remarkable taste," rook smiles.
vil chuckles, "of course she did," he puts the bottle back down. "she was going to carry the schoenheit last name."
since then vil wears the nail polish until it runs out, which is just like his love for you, it will take a while for it to run out.
IDIA SHROUD
didn't try to stop you, but told himself if there were any different scenarios where you stayed. but he's only a genius, not a wizard. after you leave, the ignihyde dorm is quiet. his room becomes more of a cave than a space. door stays closed, screen glows constantly in the darkness.
ortho can tell idia is cracking. he doesn't know how much longer he stays watching his brother keep himself isolated.
idia scrolls through your messages like it's a job, endless texts and memes send tears to his eyes. dumb jokes, late-nignt game rambling, your teasing and his awkward ass sending cat memes just to see the heart you send when you like his message.
you went offline weeks ago.
it never went green again. you are never active, and your icon stays the same.
he wishes you stayed, he wished you didn't have to leave him. but he understands why you left―this wasn't your world. but you were his. he just didn't know how to express it. he wished he said more when you were still here, he thought he had more time.
ortho catches him one evening, "...brother?" his voice was soft and genuine. idia yelps, phone flies under his pillow and panics. "i―i wasn't doing anything weird, just data.. archiving, totally normal!!"
"you miss her."
it was a simple assumption, but they both knew it was true. idia's hair swishes as hia lips quiver. he doesn't say anything, he doesn't have to. he's bad at hiding stuff from his brother, who simply gives the housewardens a hug and even if he starts to cry, ortho doesn't leave his side.
idia opens the co-op game him and you used to play a few days later, the lobby empty with only his character. the empty slot reflects in his eyes, his hood covers his eyes.
"you've been afk for too long..." he mummers, finger hovering over the start button.
but he doesn't click it. he just lets a tear slip.
"i miss you," with a soft whisper, he turns off the loading screen and never opens it again.
MALLEUS DRACONIA
the weather has been nuts, no one would ever get used to it. strong winds, heavy thunder during storms and lightning striking the sky. if the campus was scared of him beforehand, they are petrified now that you're gone.
you were the only one who wasn't scared to talk to him, remembering your first interaction like it was yesterday. "hornton!" you cheered every time giving him a happy smile. he didn't think he'd miss it this much.
lilia watches him carefully, the way he gets quieter, his eyes drop and he leaves the table early. it's even harder to find him now, sebek goes bonkers. silver tries to calm him down, and lilia follows the dragon heir.
he walks laps around the ramshackle dorm, when he has the heart, he steps inside. sometimes he just stands there, sometimes he explores. in this case, lilia finds him at the gate. he flutters down to his side, hands behind his back as he hair swishes.
"you've been coming down here a lot, young master." he states simply, leaning over to see the dragons face. it's unreadable. arms crossed and his eyes stare at the dorm before him.
the windows are dark, dust started to gather at the porch area and the hedges started to overgrow without care. it already looks like it was before you got here, abandoned. he takes doesn't teleport, he takes his time to look at the area with lilia floating close behind.
not speaking, just observing and listening.
they reach the dusty porch, the door and dirty windows. "i would always find her on these steps, i've gotten used to seeing her...never wondered how i would feel when she left."
lilia suddenly spoke up, "how do you feel?"
"...she is gone...i cannot fathom a thought what too feel"
malleus traces a gloved finger across the railing, remembering the conversations he and you had here. movies, trivia, his history and your favorite hobbies. things that would mean nothing to the prince of briar valley─but meant the world to malleus.
"you loved her."
malleus closes his eyes.
"yes..."
the wind stirs between the two faes, lilia hums softly. "then she is never gone." malleus opened his eyes at lilia's statement, horns turn with him as he stares at the fae. "she would not want you trapped in sorrow,"
"perhaps..."
the dragon prince turns his attention back at the door of ramshackle, his expression softens. "still," lilia looks up, a shimmer of moon light reflects his eyes.
malleus resumes, voice hopeful. "if she were to walk through the door right now, i believe i will never have to feel sorrow again."
end notes; gah damn malleus' i love you. i rushed through this, i hate being sick
cw ── biting ノ playful teasing, possessive, jealousy, squeezin' you, established relationship, headcanons, fully fictional, im kinda just a love sick fool for this silly eel (´ . .̫ . `) , grammatical mistakes, not beta-read
authors note ── i did it guys, this was written as a comfort mostly for me i love this eel with all my heart he is my baby i wanna kiss him all over his stupid face. i can talk about him all day, why can't he be real.
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·˚ ༘ ── dating floyd is chaotic, difficult and devoted. he doesn't do the normal dating scenario, one day he's clingy and the next day he doesn't want to touch you. your reactions are the one thing he finds entertaining, and when he's not in the mood he gets snappy.
·˚ ༘ ── it's not that he doesn't actually love you, he's never experienced this type of affection for someone before, he just gets bored easily and craves for something different. he's always keeping you in your toes, doesn't matter how used you say you are, because you never can get used to him.
·˚ ༘ ── his nicknames with you are always considerate. " shrimpy " being his go-to, at first it was just something he called you, but now it turned softer. more loving when he clings onto you like a kola bear and nuzzled his face into your skin.
·˚ ༘ ── he bites you, sometimes affectionately or when he's upset. his sharp teeth digging into your neck it almost bleeds, but sometimes it's just soft nibbles to see you wriggle in his arms. he would get bored mid bite and leave the mark and saliva for you to clean up, it's kinda gross but it's floyd.
·˚ ༘ ── floyd is very handsy with you. random hugs from behind, sticking his hands up your shirt, being pulled into his lap and nuzzles his nose into your neck, your cheeks getting squished when he towers over you and stares you dead in the eye. his favorite is draping over you like a couch―and he's heavy so you can't even push him off.
·˚ ༘ ── he rarely asks anymore, when you spot floyd in a mood you simply open your arms and he flops into your embrace like a sack if potatoes. he makes noises―groans or whines―while he wraps his arms around your lower half to keep you close.
·˚ ༘ ── teasing you his his favorite hobby. even if you react just a little, you've signed your fate. if you get flustered easily? his all in your face, kissing you and sometimes just staring into your soul with a dorky smile. if you're ticklish .. your doomed, his hands are under your shirt the second you let your guard down. trying to act tough, he immediately tests it. he loves seeing your genuine reactions, it's live entertainment for him.
·˚ ༘ ── skips classes with you, to the point you have to drag him to class. sometimes he ends up just biting you or simply leaves and lets you go to your boring class all by yourself. when just two seconds ago he was telling you how much he misses you, and wants to spend time together.
·˚ ༘ ── his mood swings are something he knows are difficult to understand, so if you choose to stay with him you better be ready to deal with them. one second he's playful, the second he's quite and spaced out. if he gets mad at you, give him some space he'll probably come crawling back. but if he doesn't you'll have to find him yourself.
·˚ ༘ ── he adores your body, if you a bit more on the plus side he'll be squeezin' and squishing your belly when cuddling and cooing in your ear how cute you look. he can't help it, he'll lay his head either on your stomach or thighs and sometimes nibble your skin if you start to get insecure.
·˚ ༘ ── he's protective over you. even more then jade and azul, floyd won't let anyone mess with you. that's his job, thank you very much, and he's happy with it ! he'll sometimes just threaten the boy in front of you or quietly glare at him to scare him. you turn around to see floyd's happy little grin while the boy is terrified. he doesn't like other touching you, he's learned to tolerate when your friends do, but if a stranger gets to close for comfort he's making it everyone's problem.
·˚ ༘ ── takes you to the ocean ノ a pool and just holds you in his eel form while you drift along the waves as you talk about your day. when he's playful, he'll duck your head under the water and pull you back up to kiss your lips, hair soaked and makeup probably smudged―he don't care, just let him kiss you and have his fun. he knows you love it.
·˚ ༘ ── is jade ever teases you, floyd is not afraid to throw tail fins with his brother. he doesn't get to make fun of you while floyd's around. just because their twins doesn't mean he can mess with you. floyd holds you, arms around your head as he cages you to his chest and glares.
·˚ ༘ ── he can be soft with you, his kisses would be gentle and his hold wouldn't be as strong when he squeezes you. but if your okay with it, he'll tighten his hold and bombard you with so many kisses, his teeth graze against your skin.
·˚ ༘ ── even if the relationship can be messy, floyd knows what he wants and that's you―flaws and all, he doesn't see anything wrong with you and thinks your too good for him. you become one of the few things he doesn't get bored of―and that's huge.
ℯnd notes ― i can't express my luv for floyd, i want him to squeeze me. ahem, me and touch starved ass is beaming.
AUTHORS NOTE ; half of this deleted itself again i can't keep doing this. it honestly took me a while to figure out a scenario for vil help im getting rusty. this took me two days write, im sorry for the long wait ! another later post, eheheh im working on other requests i promise (´ε｀ ) hope you all enjoy !!
CONTENT ; sfw , established relationship , hitting you in the chest by accident , accidental collision , comfort , kissing , 2nd person pov , implied female reader , teasing (leona, lilia, trey) , gaming with idia and lilia , possibly ooc (rook, cator) , unedited writing , lowercase writing
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LEONA KINGSCHOLAR is one who is hyper aware of his surroundings, ears twitching at the steps nearby―however you seemed to slip by him from behind before he could react.
it happens during a spelldrive drill, the scoring sun of the savanaclaw dorm forced leona to declare a break for the team and himself. you took this opportunity to take a closer look at the spelldrive disk, as you only see them fly in the air back and forth on the field, you let curiousity get the better of you.
which leads you to moments before it happens. you step behind leona to lean over and grab a disk sitting in the box of extra gear, you were unaware of the arm that came swinging before you as leona adjusted his gear.
he elbows you in the chest, forcing the breath out of you in a sharp little gasp of pain.
"oi, watch where you're―" he didn't register the sound that left your lips, expecting to be faced with a team player; leona was shocked to see your hunched figure before him.
his eyes soften immediately when he watches you kneel and clutch your arms over your chest. his eyes twitch and instinctively follow you to the dirt, kneeling with you against the bench. "damn herbivore, your gonna give me a heart attack." he grumbles, rubbing your back in small circles.
your head is tucked in your arms, his eyes narrowed down at you; nor irritation, but calculation. he used his thumb to rub your bicep as he mummers, "look at me..." it's quiet, only loud enough for you both to hear.
a second or two passed and you eventually look up to meet his gaze, emerald eyes meet your teary ones. his hand cups your face and he exhales; at least your breathing is steady. he told himself before chuckling softly.
"you're as quiet as a mouse. barely heard you sneak up behind me," you claimed you weren't trying to sneak anywhere and you were simply curious about the spelldrive disks. leona kissed his teeth, smirking softly he barely tried to hide it.
"look where that got'ya."
you smack him in the chest, his laughter muffled in your hair as he pulled into a side hug. as his laughter died, he kissed the top of your head as his hand rubs against the area he elbowed you, a gloved hand rubbing your skin in soft circles to ease the pain. "m'sorry..." he mummered, kissing your hair again, "i didn't mean to hit ya'"
he'll hand you his bottle of water and watch you drink it, the guilt in his chest ticking him off the more he thinks about actually hurting you.
even under all the teasing and nonchalant replies; he does feel bad and made it up to you by buying you food the next day at the cafeteria.
MALLEUS DRACONIA is tall, tall enough to see you run up to him with your arms out to hug him. however, he seemed to be in a deep mindset; eyes closed as he walked the halls of the diasomnia dorm, making his way to wherever he was heading―turning a corner, he didn't expect to collide into something...someone?
he barely moves as the mysterious figure hits his chest, but he feels a sudden weight at his legs seconds later.
he cracked his eyes open immediately, hands hovering at his side to try and catch whoever he knocked into, but he saw you hunched at his legs. the sharp inhale he heard prier must have came from you when he walked into you. he blinks down at you, still as a gargoyle statue he spoke up.
"child of man..?"
the hall is quiet, more ever so than often. his body followed you down to the floor, it was unlike him to sit on the floor, but you were in pain and it was his fault―it seemed...appropriate. he grips your hands and pulls your body close to his, your hand resting on his shoulders.
"i was not paying attention, that is my fault..." he mummered, "i apologize, are you harmed?" he waits for you to say something, exhaling softly when you reassure him it's okay, you were just caught off guard. you straighten your back to look at him, a wobbly smile on your face as you squeeze your eyes shut. still, your breath seems uneven.
"may i?" he asks softly, his hand hovering over your chest, the area his chest hit yours. you lay your head back against his shoulder and readjust in his lap, nodding softly. his fingers comb through your hair gently as his other hand rubs circles on your chest, slow and gentle.
his touch is cool, easing the hot pain on your skin, he studies you for a few moments before speaking up. "you are much smaller then i remembered," you couldn't tell if he was serious or teasing, however you didn't really care. his touch was reassuring and comforting―letting yourself go limp in his arms.
he doesn't let you go until you're steady and standing on your own two feet, apologizing once more before helping you up and walking with you to the lounge.
LILIA VANROUGE wouldn't panic, but flash you a concerned glance. the two of you are in ramshackle's lounge; side by side playing a video game―one ver one―you told him not to go easy on you, that you can take it.
he had no intention of harming you, it was supposed to be a quick scribble under your arm with his fingers but he accidentally punched your chest instead. to invested in the game he didn't look over when reaching for you, which is what causes the sudden impact.
you let out a shriek, the controller in your hand falling to the couch as you hunched over, clutching your chest like you've been struck by a boulder...which, in lilia's case, feels like you actually have been.
for half a second there's silence, lilia pauses the game immediately after striking you and glances at you, his face that was once filled with confidence now switched to concern. "oh, my~" he mummers, seeing your body tremble beside him.
you feel two hands at your shoulders and pull you gently to the right, straight into his chest you hide your face in his shoulder. "i apologize, little bat," he sighs, tucking your hair behind your ear, magenta eyes linger down at you. "i got carried away," he tilts his head as he spoke, truly making sure your okay he combs his fingers through your hair.
you reassured him you were okay, but he wasn't believing you when your head was tucked under his chin. moments passed, you finally pulled far enough to show him your face, his eyes searching your eyes he was met with teary, glassy pupils. he coos, not in a mean or condescending way, but genuine guilt. "im sorry, my dear. i only meant to distract you, not wound you."
you look up at him, half glaring through blurry vision. lilia laughs, smiling like he's almost amused. "nawh, is that look for me?" and then, just because he hates seeing you cry, he leans in close―lips barely touching your ear. "if i truly hurt you...perhaps i can kiss it better?"
your eyes widen, but you don't stop him when lilia leans down to kiss your bare chest―your tank top showing the red mark left from his arm. his hands grip your arms, not tight but grounding. his lips tickle your skin as he kisses the ache away.
through blurry tears, you let out soft giggles and squirm in his grasp. jests aside, he would never harm you intentionally and you knew that―you couldn't stay mad at him forever, even if he was turning you into a blushy mess at the same time.
VIL SCHOENHEIT walks with elegance and class, head up and eyes sharp. nothing gets passed him―so when did you sneak past him? well, it wasn't his fault. but a complete accident he's tried to avoid many times. he was mid conversation with rook, heels clacked against the tiles of the pomefiore dorm halls the both of them failed to see you rush behind him.
the pomefiore halls aren't meant for running, this isn't a track field, vil would tell both you and epel if ehe ever caught you both horse playing...not he doesn't want you have fun, he just wants you to be safe.
however, you seemed to have forgotten the countless times vil has warned you.
at this moment, you're running from epel,―yes that's right, epel. you played a rather, well in your words, silly prank on the boy―replacing his shampoo with semi-permanent colored hair dye in the color neona green―a classic, buddy buddy prank.
the second you turn your head back forward to see where you're going, vil's hand comes striking the air and strikes you down. a heavy arm hits you square in the chest and you go falling to the floor, the sudden force left you winded.
"oh my sevens―"
"mon dieu―"
the housewarden and vice-housewarden both turn their heads to look at your figure huddled on the floor at vil's feet. the beaute himself, his brows furrowed as he kneels down to lift your chin off the floor, "my dear, are you alright?" he asks, helping you to your knees he cups your cheeks with his hands, thumbs brushing across your skin.
you nod, the impact on your chest melting away at his touch. your hands relax against your chest as vil mummered a soft, "good." you thought it would end there, but you were poorly mistaken when two manicured nails pinch your ear and tug it down hard.
you winced in pain, gripping your partner's wrist you squeeze your eyes closed due to the sudden pain. "how many times must i tell you to not run in the halls, not only does that dirt up the carpets but moments like this can happen!"
you peek one teary eye open, begging for rook to aid you in this situation but the hunter simply smiles down at the two of you, going on about how such an elegant collision must'en go through without proper punishment, ah something along those lines. it went deaf in your ear when vil leaned close to kiss your forehead, mummering an apology in your ear.
you didn't realize he freed your ear until he helped you to your feet, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear―before he could ask you once again if you're okay, rubbing your chest gently you completely forgot about why you were running in the first place.
oh well, epel will find you eventually―vil can't keep you away from him forever. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
ROOK HUNT always talks with his hands, throwing them up in a dramatic henzy he was bound to have hit you and it was bound to be foreseen.
being with you always excites him, however when he felt his arm collide with your chest, standing too close to him during your daily walk around campus, his eyes widen.
your breath left in a sharp gasp.
he gasped louder.
rook kneeled down with you before you could hit the floor―a strong arm holds you up as you hold yourself up, just barely. "ah, mon chéri! i have struck you!" his voice isn't loud, but it isn't too quiet either. "and where you are most weak, oh non!"
rook, she's gonna slap you, SHUSH.
you are glad the area was secluded, you let your head rest on his shoulder as he pulls you close to him. "are you aching?" you tried to reassure him you were okay, but he could feel your heart beat against your chest.
a steady hand rests on your aching chest, his free hand rubbing small circles on your back―he mirrored the same actions on your chest soon after.
"breathe, mi amour~ in and out," he guided you through the process, letting you regain your breaths.
you finally look up at him, green eyes searching yours for any signs of discomfort but found nothing but soft, teary eyes. running a gloved thumb under your eye to collect the tears, he kisses your cheek and mummered apologies after apologies.
moments of kissing your face and soft mummers past, he finally takes your hand and helps you to your feet. "allow me to escort you somewhere more comfortable, ouí?"
kissing the back of your hand, rook intertwines his fingers with yours and keeps you close while taking you back to pomefiore, ramshackle―wherever you prefer, he'll take you to the end of the earth if you wanted to.
TREY CLOVER loves to bake, for his dormates, friends, family―but especially for you. seeing your face light up at the sight of all the desserts before, stuffing your face until your covered in crumbs and chocolate. the smile on your face is his favorite reaction.
you watched him from across the kitchen table, stirring the cake mix with one hand while the other held the bowl with a sturdy grip. what felt like seconds, which turned out to be a few minutes, trey finally speaks up about your staring. adjusting his glasses, he looks up at you with that signature smirk of his.
you play it off, saying you are simply admiring his beauty. the tint of pink on your cheeks gave you away, standing to your feet you waltz towards the baker. anything i can do to help? you asked, leaning your head against his shoulder.
he chuckles softly, his lips kissing the top of your head he teases, "just sit back and look pretty," that earned him a flick to the cheek with your nail. laughing out apologies, trey asks you to grab the vanilla extract from the cupboard to the left behind you.
turning on your heel, you step to the cupboard and search for the extract. a few moments of looking up and down you finally found the vanilla extract, smiling to yourself you didn't realize how quick you turned or when trey got closer behind you.
his elbow hits your chest, direct hit, couldn't be missed nor prevented. you felt the air in your lungs disappear as you topple to your knee, holding your chest, close to your breast. "oh, sweetheart..." trey breathed out a laugh, kneeling down with you he pulled you close.
"i'm so sorry." he whispered in your ear. he cringed at the area you held, knowing the pain you must've felt from the sudden impact.
his fingers tangle themselves in your hair, occasionally brushing long the nape of your neck while his other hand rubs circles across your back. "talk to me, hun. are you okay?" he mummers in your hair, kissing your hairline you nod against his neck, mummering reassurance. to make it up to you, he left small cookies or cupcakes at your class desk every morning for the rest of the week, it totally didn't become a daily thing for the two of you.
CATER DIAMOND wanted to do this dance trend with you ever since he became a trend on magicam,. he's always first to catch up with any trend-no matter how silly or crazy they sound. he also loved doing them with you, dragging you across the school campus with his smartphone in hand, finger hovering the record button.
finding a secluded spot. he rests his phone on a stone wall, adjusting the frame to fit the both of you, tounge poked out from his lips in deep concentration. finally, when he's happy with the angle he runs back by your side, the countdown had already begun. he asks if your ready, eyeing you with a happy smile. you returned back the same smile, nodding with excitement.
when the music in both your shared air pods started to play, you started the dance, just like how you practice, you couldn't stop yourself from lip-syncing the words. despite being a good distance apart, the two of you got too into the dance you forgot just how close cator was to you, and vice vera.
with a s wing of caters arm during on particular dance move, he lets out a gasp as he felt your chest get smacked. scrambling to stop the video, its cut off by you tumbling to the grass of the courtyard and clutching your chest tight.
"oh my sevens, baby? i'm so sorry!" he rushes to your side, letting the phone in his hand fall beside the both of you as he sits in front of you.
he leans down to kiss the top of your head, as that was all he could reach. "baby, look at me! i didn't mean to-" you shut him up, leaning into his arms you reassured him it was okay. he was so nervous because he understands how much it hurts when someone hits another in that specific spot. growing up with two older sisters and all that. still, he feels awful. kissing allover your face, he promises to make it up to you―without another dance trend.
IDIA SHROUD thought he killed, like genuinely murdered you. the two of you were in his room, dark blue led lights as your only source of light along with the small screens of your ds'. the two of you sat side by side, in a heated round of whatever game the two of you were playing.
he didn't mean to get too excited, he didn't mean to hit you―but when you've finally beaten a stupid npc that has been getting on your nerves for the pass thirty minutes; he's bound to get hyper. crossing the finish line, idia makes the bed shake from how excited he got-throwing his rms in the air, he accidently hits you in the chest forcing you to fall backwards on the bed with a loud cry.
suddenly, the entire game is forgotten. idia shrieks at your shriek, looking back at you clutching your chest-curled up in a ball on his bed. he froze, his eyes couldn't look away from you. he whispered you name, leaning close to try and find your fac but you were curled tight.
moments of awkward silence passed, idia felt the guilt build up in his chest and he groaned to himself; mostly at the fact he embarrassed himself and hurt you at the same time. way to go, idia.
he crawls over to you, a hesitant hand resting on your arm like he's afraid to touch you. he mummers you name again, asking if you were okay and if you can say something. your muffled groan makes his chest hurt, but this isn't about his feelings right now.
finally, you turn to face him. teary eyes met golden, and he gets awkward again. "m'sorry..." was all he could muster, hiding the tint of pink on his face he offers to hold you. woah, physical contact with idia shroud? he feels bad, don't make this hard for him, he wants to make you feel better and he's bad at words.
he lets you curl up in is chest, nuzzling into his hoodie that smells like him you relaxed. idia tried to relax, he really did, but he was sweating bullets. always asking if this is okay, if he needs to move his arm-but you shut him up by just telling him what he's doing is perfect. just keep holding you.
the next day, you wake up in his arms. he's sound asleep, still holding you but a bit looser then last night. smiling to yourself, you lean over to kiss his cheek and nuzzle back into him. the pain in your chest pretty much forgotten.
end notes ; i wish i gave rook the better fic then he deserved but idk how to write for him yet―ROOK STANS I HOPE I DIDN'T DO YOU DIRTY ( ･ั﹏･ั)
psssst..! hiya! i was wondering if you could do one where we just broke up with our partner (because they were just mean and rude) and when the housewardens get word that we're free now they IMMEDIATELY shoot their shots? i LOVE your work btw!! ♡
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IN WHICH ; they have had their eye on you for a while, noticing the way your ex treats you like trash―it makes his blood boil, but when he hears you both break up? he makes his move, in his own twisted way.
CONTENT ; sfw , fluff , angsty if you squint , confessions , you break up with your ex , they make their move , romantic , kissing , unedited writing , scenarios , implied female reader
─•──── 𖦤 : i'm not tryna be your part time lover, sign me up for that full time, i'm yours~―what's a mage gotta do?
AUTHOR'S NOTE ; hello hun !! this was such a creative idea, i loved writing this so much ! apologies for it coming out a bit later than hoped for, as you can see the scenarios are pretty...long ! ( this took me days to write because i left in my drafts for a bit and forgot a bit of my ideas ( ･ั﹏･ั) ) i let myself get too carried away and tried to refrain from overwhelming the readers ! (^～^;)ゞ i hope you all enjoy ( ◜‿◝ )♡
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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS was aware of your relationship, biting his tongue when he sees you kiss the other man on the lips―he tells himself he can't, it would bend the rules of relationships. so he didn't get in the way.
but something's off. he sees the way the other boy pushes you away to focus on the game with his friends, when he barely reacts to the kiss he would die for.
how his face cringes after the kiss, your back turned he fakes a gag in front of his so called "friend group" you had also claimed to be friends with.
the way he brushes you away like your nothing but a whittled rose, disrespectful ! he's never seen such behaviour towards the one you are supposed to cherish and love.
still, he couldn't stand up for it―he knew in his heart be had to say something to you, but in your eyes that's just his love language. riddle sees the pain in your eyes when your boyfriend rubs the kiss away in his cheek, the way your smile fades when you walk away from him.
if that boy were in his dorm, he'd have his head in a matter of seconds―but unfortunately, he hadn't broken any queen of hearts rule, nor started a fight on campus―he was just being...rude.
in reality, it was none of his business―you were his friend, yah...friend. every time he sees your current boyfriend treat you with disrespect his jaw tightens, fighting back to "off this boy's head" every second he's near you.
he thought the irritation would fade away with time, but it didn't. he couldn't get you out of his head, wishing you a better relationship―silently wishing you chose him.
that's when ace blurts out during lunch, "did you not hear?" he shouts at deuce, who tilts his head at the ginger. riddle happened to be a few steps away hearing ace's voice. "they broke up! she broke up with him! just last night, man and right in front the whole class too? HA! hate to be that guy," taking a bite out of his sandwich, deuces' eyes widen.
ace laughs, riddle drops his empty trey by the trash and clears his throat; cheeks flushed at the sudden scene he caused. ace and deuce whip their heads in the housewardens direction, watching him apologize and dust his uniform off before stepping out of the cafeteria.
he didn't care about the eyes that lingered, pushing past other students he had a mission.
he must find you, now!
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he finds you in the courtyard one cold evening, an hour before the queen of hearts rule states for all students to be inside, preparing for bed―but he didn't bother about pestering you with rules right now, taking proud yet careful steps toward.
you're sitting on the bench, doodling in an old sketchbook―the one you had while with your as of now ex. you hear heels clack against the pavement, you tilt your head to find riddle rosehearts standing before you― moonlight hitting his back, perfect posture and his hand clamped behind his back.
you scrambled to grab your pens and sketchbook, closing it quickly before he could see what you were drawing―he raises a gentle hand up and asks you to stay seated before asking to sit with you.
you blink, your breathing slow and you laid back against the bench, allowing the boy to sit with you. and so he does, a respectful distance comfortable for both you and him.
the silence is loud, yet grounding. it's nice having riddle here, you told yourself. exhaling to yourself you rest your head against the wood and stare at the apple tree above the both of you.
getting his mind right, the words scripted in his head; riddle finally speaks up, voice gentle and kind. "how are you doing?"
okay, no―no, sevens no, don't ask her that! she's obviously not doing any better than a few hours ago! the housewarden immediately takes back his words in his head, stuttering over his breath, you just let out a soft laugh. "man, word travels fast huh?" you lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees the red-haired boy clears his throat.
he explains ace informed deuce, and he overheard their conversation because it was ace. ace was rarely quiet―especially when it's about a juicy topic among his friends. you scoffed out a dry laugh, course he did. to be fair, you had caused a scene infront of trein's classroom―not very private for a break up.
there's more silence, but riddle seemed to have scooted closer to you. his finger twitched beside yours, resting on the wood of the bench he spoke up again, "i... refrained from speaking before..." his voice was low, quiet―almost cracking. "I refuse to make that mistake again."
just as a housewarden, riddle gets straight to the point. how digilent of him. "It is... disrespectful...to speak about someone who is committed," his blueish-grey eyes sparkle at the moonlight, finally getting the courage to face you. "i have admired your spirit, your kindness, your..." he pauses, "your very presence."
you blink, eyes widen at his words but he continues. "if you so wish, i ask to court you. properly." the tone of his voice...it's not causal, it's honest. bold and intentional. he was serious, riddle rosehearts, house warden of heartslabyul―wanted to be yours, be the one who makes you smile and be the reason for you to stay.
"you deserve respect, honesty―and the worth of feeling loved. let me be the one to give it to you," his fingers brush over yours, "you deserve someone who chooses your everyday!"
okay, a bit more than what he wanted to say...but he was in such a state of mind, he couldn't shit his mind up.
you chuckle out a laugh before bursting into soft laughter, catching him off guard. he stutters over his words once more; "i―i..fail to see the humor in this situation? if you refuse, i will gladly walk away now and you never have to―"
"oh shut up, rosehearts, i accept!"
he froze, swallowing back his words the both of you stare at each other for what seemed like an eternity, the world seemed to have stopped when his red eyes searched yours―it found no lies, no mockery―just pure truth and lust.
now he's the one laughing, a boyish chuckle leaves his lips as you lean closer to him, "you could have just told me you wanted to kiss me, yah?" you whispered in his ear, his giggles turned into a noise he didn't know he could make. cheeks redder then his hair, he panics and hides his face in his hands as your laughter echoes through the courtyard.
as he offered to escort you back to his dorm, the door shuts behind the both of you you pulled him into a kiss―resting your forehead against his and whispered how thankful you were for him, and how you can't wait to spend the rest of your life with him.
and riddle? was already a lifetime ahead of you.
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR has let himself fall for you like an absolute idiot. cupid's bow hit him straight in the heart, he hates it. falling for someone who is already committed, at least that's what you call it. he calls it bullshit
your dating the biggest jackass in the entire school and your just doing nothing about it. of course he's noticed, your so-called boyfriend wasn't making it subtle. wiping away your kisses, neglecting your needs to be with his friends and pretend you don't exist in public.
he's heard the way your the boy talked over you, the way you laugh his rudeness off and told others that's just how he is―well one conversation with leona's fist couldn't change that, but he doesn't do anything. he doesn't say anything―he just watches until yon finally snap.
he regrets not taking his chance sooner, it pains jon to watch the one he chose get treated like days old trash. everytime he gets a chance alone with your "boyfriend"―say it's a lab partner up, he becomes the most useless partner ever. he refuses to cooperate with the likes of someone who doesn't respect basic social cues―it a just worse because this guy claims to be your boyfriend.
he doesn't like this guy, and he will show it. he has no shame―but if you're around him and the other guy, he gets a tad bit nicer―offering to of your books, he ends up just dumping them all in your "boyfriends" arm and watches him fall to his feet. where a man like him belongs, on the floor at your feet.
okay, getting kinda personal here leona, time it down a smudge yah lmao? hey, he thinks the boy deserved a bit of humiliation. he seems to have no trouble doing it to do, what's a little payback?
a few days later, he's received the biggest news in his life―ruggie turns into the fastest hyena in all of twisted wonderland to find leona, getting into his bosses' face the biggest grin on his face.
"you'll never guess who just broke up with who!!"
it's only been a day or two, but so what? news travels fast.
that's all the information leona needs, hips lips curl into a smug smirk he asks ruggie to get to to visit the dorm past bedtime tonight, and to his surprise―you showed up.
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you step into his room, the moonlight pools onto the floor and his bed like it's designed to look like that. his sheets are messy, blankets half off the mattress―but no sign of leona. you scrunch your nose, calling his name out softly as you shut the door behind you.
that's when you felt it, a light breeze to your side. a shadow towers behind you when you turn on your heel, the housewarden kd savanaclaw standing over you with a look of confidence in his eyes. "took your time breaking up with the bastard, hm?"
you exhale, biting your cheek in your mouth he walks past you with a hum, "hey, i'm not judgin'" he states, walking around you his tail swishes past your leg, but you barely felt it―he just wanted to see if you'd react. smirking when he hears your shudder. "then why'd you invite me over?"
you arch a brow, watching him sit on the bed he pays the space next to you. you squint, unsure of what he motives were but you step toward him―fiddling with your sleeves you took the seat beside the beastmen. it was quiet for a moment, the wind outside was all that was heard. suddenly he asks how your holding up, which probably wasn't the best thing to ask but he wanted you to be truthful with him if he was about to do what he's about to do.
you shrug, staring at the carpet as you spoke, "lighter?* he blinks, as you exhale―"life seems more peaceful without his consent excuses and lies all the time," you admitted, you admit it all―letting out a heavy sigh when you finished.
leona studies you, not judgemental or bored, but with quiet, shimmering possession. he wishes he can take away all the pain that bastard gave you while being together―but he held back his desire to smack talk the other boy right now, instead he just locked eyes with yours.
"you look like you want to say something," you chuckled lightly that made leona's heart skip a beat. he took a moment before finally speaking, "i've wanted to say a lot of things, but it wasn't my place."
your smile fades, not with sadness or discomfort, but curiosity. his eyes lingers around your face before drifting down to your lips, his tail flicks behind hom slowly.
"what do you mean?" you ask softly, voice low and sweet that makes his chest tighten.
he pauses again before muttering under his breath, "ah―fuck it." it was only a matter of seconds before you realized what was happening, leona's hands find their way around your waist―holding you with a gentle and respectful touch and let his lips connect with yours.
it wasn't rushed messy, but gentle and steady ―like nothing else in the world mattered.
you don't pull away, you don't fight back―you melt into it. his touch, his lips, his warmth―all of him. his hand rests on your cheek with his other curling into your hair. he's not rough, he's passionate. everything he's ever thought about was happening right now, you in his arms without a thought of the other boy.
what felt like an eternity, he pulls away―the taste of his lips linger yours, your eyes flutter open to meet his. his forehead rests against yours, exhaling through his nose. "you have..no idea what you do to me, women,"
that earned him a chuckle out of you, your fingers interlock with his own, letting them rest in your lap. leona isn't the best with words, but with you he's willing to try. "id your done settling for scraps," he tucks your bangs behind your ears, his voice low in a whisper―"you deserve a whole lot better then that piece of crap."
he won't chase you, but fortunately for him he doesn't have too―you accept his confession with a happy, warm smile. he chuckled deeply into your skin, letting his nose nuzzle in the crook of your neck―you could get used to this. to the fact someone chose you, ans will never make you question your worth.
AZUL ASHENGROTTO loved inviting you to the mostro lounge, he just hated how you always seem to bring your boyfriend along―if you can even consider the guy a boyfriend.
he was rude, disrespectful and an utter buffon. He notices the way he's texting away on his phone when you try to talk to him, the way you kiss his lips he doesn't react, it when he pushes you away when you try to hold his hand.
how can you call yourself a committed person if you refuse to prove so? idiotic and selfish behavior. even floyd didn't like the guy, every time he comes to the lounge with you as a date he purposefully messes up his order while yours is in tip top shape.
if your boyfriend complains, floyd lets out his unhinged laughter, earning a flinch from the boy.
"man, how unlucky~" the eel sends the boy a toothy, shark-like smile with his golden eye sharpened. it's unprofessional, if you think about it―but as manager, anything goes.
azul's final breaking point?
seeing your "boyfriend" flirt with another woman during a festival he also so happens to be going to when he sees it. he understands it's not his place, like a signed contract it's between the business and the employee―but azul let his heart decide for him and fall in love with you even though you were committed.
he despised the fact that letting the other man treat you like that, until he reached a stage he didn't think would happen right away. a week or so later, jade informs his boss about your and no your exs' break up, azul is intrigued and determined. adjusting his glasses, he gets floyd and jade to fetch you―not immediately, but a two days later your escorted to the lounge he with the tweels behind you.
jade reassured all is okay, and azul just wanted to talk with you―but hearing "azul" and "just want to talk" in the same sentence sent shivers down your spine.
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here you are now, sitting across from azul in a single, comfortable lounge chair. his elbows rest on his desk with his fingers interlocked. he offers you a drink, on the house―which caused you to quirk a brow up. he simply states the lounges' estate will cover it.
moments of small chatter goes by, he finally lets his mind speak for himself―business, work and money all out his mind when he clears his throat. "i've heard from jade you and that, boyfriend, of yours recently had a falling out. i send my condolences, truly." to the boy? not so much.
is that why you gave me a free drink?
he shrugs at your question with a slight curl of his lips, adjusting his glasses you noticed a single piece of paper on the side of his desk. "i refrained from speaking up about this before," he states smoothly, voice now tender then a few moments ago. "but i believe now is that best time for me to be honest with you, if you'll let me?"
you watched him stand to his feet, boots clicking against the floor and waltz towards you―you slowly nod as you look up at him, not in fear, but in thought. when he stops in front of you he offers his hand, waiting for you to take it with a lump in his throat.
keep it together, azul. this isn't like any other confrontation―this is a lifetime choice he's about to ask you. one that a contract can never be broke.
"my dear pearl, for months i have held back my tongue―burying my own emotions for you to be happy...but you and i both know you were not happy correct?"
you nod, almost like you're in a trance but he was simply holding your hand closer to his chest, kneeling down to meet your eyes. "you deserve a partner who is attentive, a partner whose only reason for keeping you close is for his own enjoyment." he takes pause, attempting to unjumble his words to keep a straight face.
"i will not make the mistake of letting you go again, i refuse to keep quiet any longer!" his voice is low with a hint of possession. when you look him in the eyes again, they're soft and warm―nothing like how they usually look when you make contact with him in the school halls or bussing around tables. he has that look in his eyes, that proves he isn't messing around with you.
"allow me to be the one to grant you any wish, any desire―i want to be the one you can call, yours."
moments of silence went by, your hands still locked together to his chest azul can feel the beads of sweat form on his forehead until you finally spoke.
well, laughed. not the usual laugh where you and your friend snake a funny joke―but a childish, heart warming laugh. "azul! you sound like a shakespeare poem!" you burst into giggles, leaving the man before you blinking in confusion but relief? shake―who? he shakes out the thought and mirrors a wobbly smile back at you, unable if what to say.
in the end, you accordingly accepted his confession with a soft kiss to his lips, cupping his cheeks you made your final decision. but it's not settled until there's written proof―it's azul ashengrotto after all―pulling you to his side he hands you a pen to sign the contract he has placed specifically for this moment―printing your name next to his, it's not sealed.
you have your lifetime plan signed and tucked away in his safe, tied with a bright blue ribbon of love ( ◜‿◝ )♡
KALIM AL-ASIM tries so hard to stop staring at you during your relationship with the other man. trying to distract himself with school work or going on walks with jamil―but nothing seems to work, it's super hard when the man you are currently with is so rude?!
of course he's respected your relationship, waving with a happy smile when you walk by and always hugging you when he hugs other's―but jamil's noticed.
hell, everyone noticed―but when it's not your place to say anything, you don't ! is what jamil will always tell him when he complains about how you're being treated poorly. how can he possibly go about his day knowing your being treated horribly.
he watches the way your body slowly has up trying, but you refuse to let it show―the way your boyfriend pushes you away when you kiss him, or when he practically spits in your face when telling at you. If it wasn't for jamil, kalim would have spoken up.
he knows this isn't right, this is wrong―you don't deserve any of the treatment being given to you right now! when he thinks all hope is lost, and he expects to wake up and mourn not speaking up about his feelings to you sooner, he hears the news you broke up with the other.
kalim's eyes widen, practically sparkling as he asks for your location―with a tiresome sigh, jamil tells him he saw you in the courtyard a few moments ago. reminding the younger boy to be gentle when seeing you, he doesn't want kalim to get too ahead of himself. again.
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you hear the shout of your name from across the courtyard, classes ended and the courtyard wasn't as packed but it wasn't empty. you raise your head from your lap, sitting on the bench you stare across to see a certain young housewarsen run toward you.
upon reaching you, he caught his breath when you help him sit down―a hand in his and on his shoulder, kalim recomposed himself and looked up at your with worried eyes, "i heard―you broke up with―what happened! are you okay!?" all these questions and so little desire to answer them, you rather think about anything than your ex. but kalim was such a sunshine on your rainy days, you can't be mad at him asking questions.
you'd never be mad with him.
you let out a soft laugh, reassuring him you are okay and how you broke up your ex―when you reached your breaking point you called him off and walked away, leaving him to suffer alone with his sad, broken heart.
kalim nods, happy to hear you choose what was best for you. there's a few moments of silence, you search in his eyes. you ask him if there's anything else he wanted to ask you, because he seems to be distracted. fiddling with his things, he lets out a sigh and a sad smile; "it's...silly." he admitted, but you assured him that if he seems a bit upset because of it, it's not silly.
he smiled up at you, finally letting his heart speak for himself―"i know, this is probably not the best time, but i―" be pauses, "if i could have said this before, i would have...but i really like you―more than i thought I could ! i didn't say anything before because it wasn't my place, but i hated seeing you get treated like that! "
you smile to yourself, kalim rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, "you don't have to like me back because you feel like you have to, i rather you let yourself be free, but just know..."
he instinctively takes your hand and beams a happy smile at you, "if you ever want someone who makes you feel like the best person in the world..." you run your thumb against his knuckles, "i...hope you know my arms are wide open, waiting for you!"
the both of you share a laugh, your body closer to his then moments ago―taking his word for it, a day later you show up to his dorm and let yourself fall into his arms. choosing him, and kalim held you tight. afraid if he lets go he's making the same mistake again.
jamil is glad kalim has you to run to, you always seemed to lift kalim's spirits even before your relationship.
VIL SCHOENHEIT wouldn't comment on your relationship with the other man...to your face. when he sees the way the man you are with treats you with disrespect you can believe has a few words.
epel and rook are the only two who hear them however, rook mostly due to the fact he's the eye for vil. the housewarden hated how your boyfriend acts, dresses and overall his personality.
he hates his voice, the tone he uses―but he hates the fact he only seems to treat you with such actions.
he couldn't even call himself a boyfriend, but a troll. with a two faced personality. he would never out right say anything, but if he ever happens to have a conversation with the other man; vil would crumble his confidence in a split second.
calling out his split ends, his messy uniform and ugly acne. telling him to take better care of himself if he was going to smack talk his own girlfriend. he had no shame on the boy, but when he sees you turn the corner he steps away.
unlike leona, he keeps his thoughts to himself when you're around―at your side if you get too overwhelmed. he won't put right tell you to break up with your partner―love is love. but love isn't treating the other like a dog.
he claims you are being foolish, letting yourself stay with that horrible lover when you have so much potential. he sickens him that you don't appreciate your own worth, letting yourself get dragged under the other man's foot.
when the word spreads across campus that you broke up with him after a talk with vil, rook was the first to inform his housewarden. the beaut smiles to himself, pride spread across his face. he was waiting for you to come around, finding you in the library after classes.
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you greet him with a soft smile, offering him a seat beside you but he claims to not take up much of your time. there's no sympathy in his tone when he says how much you've tolerated the past few months with that troll―only disappointment on your behalf.
a few moments of silence past, he suddenly praises you for understanding your worth and you deserve better. you nod reluctantly at his words, butterflies in your chest when he locks eyes with yours.
"i was waiting," he whispers low enough for you and him to hear, admitting his feelings with a calm voice. "for you to finally realize your own worth." okay, now the butterflies are soaring. the blonde takes a step forward and cups your chin with his thumb and index to tilt your head back gently.
"i will not compete for someone who does not choose themselves." his eyes soften as you sneak a glance up at him, heat rushing up from your neck. "but now that you have? at least, i hope you have?"
he understands how hard it is to let go of something you think is good for you, but it's harder to stay in it. the environment was slowly draining you, and he could see it. he was so proud you chose yourself and your own needs and health.
he takes a moment, takes a breath and smiles softly ― just did you.
"i would like to treat you the way you deserve, to love you openly. if you let me, of course~"
vil schoenheit doesn't settle for less, if you agree to date him you better expect your whole life to be flipped around in less than a week. spa days, special skin care products and endless admiration? he's always been proud to call you his second half.
IDIA SHROUD isn't the person to confront another classmate―but your partner has been tempting him far too much recently.
ever since you've started dating the idiot.
it started off small, almost like it was nothing―but it was everything to idia. your ex interrupting you mid-sentence, calling you out for being too loud when you're just laughing. calling you childish for your interests and hobbies.
you suggested an idea to your "boyfriend" during a lab and he just rolled his eyes, saying how idiotic you are for suggesting such an idea.
you would apologize for things that weren't even your fault, seeing the look in the other man's eyes forced you to feel small and little.
every time, something in idia's chest tightens and he can feel his feeling bubble in his chest. he'd at his usual area in the class, pretending his scrolling on his phone or tablet but actually tracking the whole conversation between you and the other.
is it odd? yes. but he'd rather die than confront either of you about it, that involves social interaction and possible eye contact he was not prepared for.
so instead he monitors, not in a creepy way where he's following you around campus but more of a silent observer collecting red flags like pokémon.
he hated it, he hated how someone made you feel like you were nothing but a npc when the biggest npc was that guy!
ortho confronts his brother about his concern for you; stating how his nerve systems rise the more you're brought up in conversation. ortho asks if it's about your relationship with the other boy, honestly reading his brother like a book. he knew the housewarden liked you, for a little while now, but was getting tired of him not finally admitting it.
idia's hair almost went up in flames at the sudden confrontation, the tips of his hair turning pink.
"it―it's not! it's none of my business!"
ortho tilts his head, "you seem to be upset?'
"m'not..."
"in distress?"
"no.."
there's a pause, the silence causing idia to shiver from awkwardness and sighs heavily into his sleeves. "...maybe i am," he admits, his finger tightens around his controller.
"they're treating her like background character, like they mean nothing special!"
he exhales, staring at the computer screen he spots ortho's sad expression from the reflection. his voice drops slightly, "but they are..."
days later, that's when it happens. you show up to class alone, your aura seems in higher spirits and you participate during lessons.
idia notices immediately but doesn't ask you, honestly he just feels glad you are in a better mood. that's when he started thinking; where was your boyfriend? did he drop out of this class?
before he could hack into the boys class schedule, ortho gives him the biggest news of his life.
idia hears something, down the hall...it's a...voice? calling out his name.
the housewarden stood from his gaming chair, took a step toward the door and before he could open it himself―
"BIG BROTHER―OMFPT―" the young blue haired boy bumps into his brother's chest as he entered his room, idia's body hesitates when he stares down at his brother. before he could stutter out questions, blinking in confusion―ortho tells him you broke up with your now, ex boyfriend!
idia freezes, lips parted as he tried to keep his composure. "...she what?" ortho repeats himself, saying you shouted if the other man for being incompetent and toxic towards you, claiming his behaviour to be harmful and his dismissive behavior.
there's a long silence, most of it is the boy letting his mind run wild. idia's bangs swallow his eyes as a wave of relief hits him. "so she finally saw through it...heh, what did i tell ya!"
suddenly, there's a sharp, knife bending feeling piercing through his chest, something dangerous. hope. ortho studies his brother for a moment before speaking up, "perhaps this is the time for you to express your feelings towards name-san!" his eyes were closed but his brows were raised like he was smiling.
"eek??" idia makes a scared, strangled noise like ortho just asked him to dance and sing in front of the entire school. "e-express? no, nono! that's like jumping straight into a boss fight with nothing! nothing but just a wooden weapon and a dream for a miracle!"
ortho huffs, glaring at the older boy. "but don't you like her? you always cared for name-san, way more than that other guy did! you're the one who said they deserve someone who makes them feel special, not just a background character! this is your chance, idia! are you seriously going to let this opportunity go to was―"
idia immediately cuts his younger brother off with a shriek of embarrassment, his hair and cheeks going pink as he begs for him to stop. when he promises to confess his feelings to you, ortho beams happily and leaves him too it―excited at the thought of possibly having another person to call his sibling!
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idia doesn't text you right away, it feels weird for him. all of this is weird for him, he's never felt a stronger connection for a person like this before.
he drafts something, deletes it. drafts another message and deletes it again. he drafts another? wait a minute, this isn't right.
it takes him until midnight to finally text you, honestly hoping you are asleep but also awake at the same time. he's awkward, of course he is he has no idea what he is doing. this isn't some video game, this is real life ! UGH !
hey, i heard what happened. i want to say 'i told you so' but that's too cringe. more than the fact you let yourself be treated like that for so long...ರ_ರ
he taps his fingers against the edge of his phone, typing again as he lets his mind just run loose.
that...sounded rude. you don't have to reply, just wanted to let you know you did good and he is a piece of space trash...like objectively.
his heart skips a beat when he sees your bubble pop up, his breath hitched and his hands shake. he reads your response carefully, typing slowly this time.
he doesn't out right tell you he likes you, but he's made it painfully obvious.
you don't have to feel like you're forced to, but if you need someone who listens to every line of dialogue you have...i'll be here.
he's a nervous wreck, not replying or even opening your message until way early in the morning―heart beating out of his chest. the next few days have been awkward, being unable to ask you out you had to do it.
hope you're ready for late night gaming sessions and awkward kisses, but done worry. he's determined to treat you better than the other guy did...at least try to. he's new at this, but his willing to try with you. only for you.
MALLEUS DRACONIA claims he is not enraged, no definitely. that lightning strike across campus was just pure coincidence. malleus first became aware of your boyfriend's behavior during a festival.
the dragon heir was with the other members of diasomnia, lilia dragging silver around to look at the hand made souvenirs and knitted fabric―sebek stood at malleus' side like a knight in shining armour. he notices the way malleus' eyes were glued on someone. his eyes linger around until the find what he is staring at...you.
not specifically just you, but your boyfriend. he pushes you away when you show him a cute piece of jewelry you thought he'd look pretty in, smacking your hand away. how he speaks over you when you try to express your feelings.
you try adding to the conversation, he cuts you off.
malleus wasn't visually angry, but his brows were furrowed.
the air shifts, light bulbs shatter due to the wind pressure and the wind gets colder. lilia notices, eyeing the young prince with a concern and warned look. if it wasn't painfully obvious―malleus indeed enraged.
malleus continues to walk around the festival with sebek at his side, but his gaze wouldn't leave you. he spots the way you shrink, your shoulders sag and your smile tighten. the way you fiddled with your hands like you didn't know what to do with them, you didn't bother trying to talk anymore.
he said nothing.
you were bound to another. and malleus, with all of his power, didn't dare to dishonour that. but he always observed.
on his nightly walks around the ramshackle's dorm he spots you sitting at the metal fence. head in hands, shoulders shaking as if you were crying. something in the air shifts and you feel it, whipping your head up to see malleus stare down at you with glowing emerald eyes.
he would softly ask about you well being, to which you always respond with a simple "yes!" but the tears in the corner of your eyes and under eyes stated otherwise.
he knew you weren't being truthful, you lied straight to his face when he is genuinely concerned. malleus felt his chest tighten, but this was not his place. he was not mad at you, but he was displeased with the whole situation. he simply nods and leaves you be...for now.
when the breakup happens, he doesn't hear through school gossip. he can feel the air shift―your body glowing as if you've been freed by invisible chains keeping you down. he senses it, but doesn't ask. still, confirmation finds him before he can find it―from lilia, because who else would have such a amused smile on their face.
he simply states what has happened during lunch hours, circling around the younger dragon heir in the air like he was waiting for a reaction.
malleus blinks, "i see."
lilia hums, landing to his feet with a soft click of his heels and smiles. "you were smart to wait~" the housewarden doesn't deny, but just nods. the only thing on his mind for the rest of the day was you.
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he finds you at midnight, the island calm and most of the students on campus fast asleep. you were playing with the rocks by the creek behind ramshackle. the air was warm, but a cold breeze causes you to turn your head to the side. in the shadows, painted under the moonlight was the dragon heir the school feared so kuch―but not you. maybe that's a reason he's so drawn to you. you don't run in fear, you give him a sad smile.
"your up late, child of man..." he states calmly, stepping closer to you as you shrug. mummering something along the lines of you couldn't sleep―which he knew was another lie.
when you looked up at him his eyes softened. your eyes were tired, but lighter somehow. "i have heard," He doesn't elaborate―just looks down at you with warmth in his usually cold gaze. you nod reluctantly, unsure of what to say at the moment.
for a moment, neither of you speak. the silence stretching for what seemed like an eternity. the wind sort gently around the both of you, the air returned to its warm state.
"i wish to have spoken about this before," he admits, "many times."
your gaze drifts up to him slowly, waiting for him to continue as you feel your stomach turn with nervousness and hope at the same time. his figure was closer than before, posture straight as he spoke.
"but your heart was pledged. and i refused to try and claim what was not mine first," you can hear in his voice there was no bitterness, just restraint. "the way he treated you...was unacceptable." the temperature in the air drops just a slight, "they diminished you. drained you."
you look away, flustered and feel like an utter fool. he was right, you tolerated far too much and he can see it. his hand lifts, slowly, hovering near your cheek giving you an opportunity to pull back.
you don't.
his fingers brush your skin as he studies you, his eyes linger with warmth and love. "you deserve a mate who is willing to stand beside you, strong and proud, willing to call you their own. someone who sees your worth... not weaponizing it."
your body melts into his touch, your cheek soft against his skin he drags his thumb down your cheek to your jawline before he withdrawals lightly.
"i have admired you longer than i'd like to admit, even before your heart choose another man." he admits, leaning close to see your eyes sparkle against the moonlight. "but your heart didn't chose them, did it?"
you hesitate, biting the inside of your cheek as you felt the butterflies start to form in your stomach. he kneels to your height, a hand hovering over yours before softly gripping it. "i have grown quite fond of you, child of man...and i will not rush you," he whispers, taking his fingers to push your hair behind your ear to see your face better.
to see the blush form on your cheeks. "but know this...if you would grant me the privilege i would cherish you as you were always meant to be cherished."
there's no lie.
no tease.
just the steady, grounding truth.
"i've waited..." he mummers, forehead leaning to rest against yours, "and i'll wait another thousand of it meant to be with you, to stand by my stand at the throne."
even if you assumed it was an exaggeration, malleus was serious. he would wait another lifetime if it meant you always wind back in his arms. in every life, you are his mate.
end notes ; wow. i rly got carried away UHM. didn't really do kalim and vil justice uhm i love you guys plz i just couldn't figure out what else to put MY EYES HURT──
Can I make a request about the house wardens like how would their friends react when they walk in on their house warden making out with their lover and they had no clue they were dating like make it spicy but also funny as hell and if you want to do this like in parts like I mean not just the house wardens I won’t mind either honestly I have no favorites go crazy 🤪
P.s I loved your heat of the moment fanfic soooo much !!!
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" 𝒞AUGHT RED-HANDED " ― HOUSEWARDENS PT. 1
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✧˖° Content Warning ── mild suggestive, making out, sfw, caught making out, established relationship, embarrassing moments, teasing, they are WEAK honestly they folded too easily, implied female reader, grammatical mistakes!
✧˖° Author's Note ── this seems like something i can do with other characters, but for now i'll do the housewardens !! hope you enjoy <3 please read end notes !
⋆.˚ ℛiddle
it was supposed to be a simple study session. it never is. you needed to focus more on your studies, yet life had other plans. the tension in the room was hot, it was sickening. when your fingers touch his when you moved too close, it how your thighs graze his when you adjust in your seat.
It was your fault for wanting to study beside him on his bed, where the sheets are messy and scrunched.
he felt a blush in his cheeks when you full-on grabbed his thigh to steady yourself, he cracked. he dropped his textbook from his lap, pages scattered to the floor, as he grabbed your collar and smashed his lips to yours.
how unprofessional. as the housewarden of the queen of hearts house, he certainly isn't following any rules at this moment.
you were in his mind, and his lips were on yours.
things led to another, until he had you pinned to his mattress. red sheets messy under you as he pulled back just enough to stare into your eyes.
he apologized, but didn't move away. instead, he leaned closer to kiss your nose.
he pants, a hand reaching to brush your bangs away from your eyes―your hands at your head as he cups your chin gently, leaning back down asking if this was acceptable.
of course it was, he was your boyfriend. you loved his. you were more than comfortable whenever he got intimate like this, not like anyone else will know.
his lips danced over yours with warmth and passion, a little bit rusty due to not being the best at intimate moments such as this, but he's willing to try, for you.
just as your hands found their way under his vest, his thumb brushing over your cheek mid-kiss―the door suddenly bursts open.
trey and cater stand at the door, frozen.
they take in the scene, cater forming the image in his head far too into detail. their own housewarden, straddling one of their classmates with his fingers tangled in their hair and hands under his vests, clothes messy and almost stripped off.
it was, blantly, obvious they walked in on you two making out―trey and cater are both relieved that is all they walked in on.
the room fell into a complete, awkward silence. faces flushed, riddles eyes wide and his face redder than his own hair. collar crooked and body limp.
he twitched upon hearing caters laugh, " ohoho, this is GOLD― didn't take you for the top, riddle. i guess i owe ace twenty-aauh, i mean ... "
trey immediately spoke over the other beside him, making sure he could not snatch a picture of the scene in front of them.
" ah, we seem to have forgotten to knock, "
riddle's chest was heaving when he pulled back from you. far, far back. face hot, trying to fix his clothes as subtle as possible.
" sorry for intruding, ah please― continue. we just wanted to remind you about five pm crochet, housewarden. "
" but we totally understand if you're too busy to―"
" both of you. out .. " riddle speaks under his breath, but when the two didn't move fast enough, his voice rose. " NOW !! " a finger pointing to the door, the third years' scrambled out and shuts the door quickly.
there's a beat of silence that echoes through the room longer than expected, riddle adjusts his clothes and cleans the mess. trying to keep his cool.
" so, " you spoke up softly, cuddling the blankets to your chest you shift awkwardly on his bed. " didn't they technically break rule #24 ? shouldn't that cover this whole .. situation ? "
you let out a nervous chuckle, the mood unfortunately ruined.
riddle blushes, hard, his heart beating out of his chest. " it does now. " he pauses, " i'll worry about it ... tomorrow, however. "
he's just thanking the sevens it wasn't ace and deuce to walk in.
⋆.˚ ℒeona
he claims it wasn't his fault, it was yours, for being so close to him. leona gets handsy very quickly, mostly when he's bored and what's more boring then studying for a class he could probably pass with his eyes close if his actually wanted to put in the effort.
your skin was soft, too soft, he wanted to sink his teeth into your body so bad at this point―he was not slick. your thighs graze his tail when talking about a certain topic and he snapped.
" yah, were done. "
" and since― wait, what? "
leona slams the textbook on your lap shut and tosses it to the floor of his bed, already taking it's place by crawling into your legs and pushing your hair behind your neck.
" leona, wait, are you serious― "
" do i look serious ? "
and he proves it by leaning close to your neck and kissing you. it was soft at first, barely there, testing the waters. waiting for you to push him away, but you didn't.
and that, forced a smirk, you felt it on your skin. he suddenly sucks your neck mid-kiss, his hands already getting busy.
" l-leona, wait― we didnt lock the door― ! " you were cut off by his lips smashing into yours for a quick moment to shut you up, pulling far back enough to mummer, " as if anyone would be stupid enough to walk through that door during these hours. "
well, there is one certain hyena.
he kisses you again, following you down to the bed until your back was at the mattress and he was proudly pinning you down. his lips dance across yours, coordinated and impatient. his hands found the hem of your shirt and just as he shoved his hands under the fabric, the door clicks open.
" leona-san ! i got your laundry― "
the room fell into a dead, cold silence.
ruggie stares.
you stare back with the same, eye widened and blushy face. thank god leona's body covered most of you, you felt less exposed as leona groaned into your neck.
his hands are now at your thighs, squeezing' them as a way to de-stress the situation before he started throwing stuff. as leona stayed where he was, ruggie was already moving.
" im just ... gonna pretend i see absolutely nothing and use this as an excuse for you to pay me fire. " he shrugs, dropping the basket of Leona's clean clothes in the corner and turned on his heel to leave the room.
but ... he takes a moment before fully leaving. " because if ya don't, " know he was just acting smug. leona groans, finally leaning back, eyes flickering at the hyenas direction.
" you're still here ?? "
ruggie leans against the door frame and grins, but the tint of pink on his ears and cheeks weren't subtle. " you're the reason he's skipping classes and spelldrive practices, huh ? " his eyes linger at you, and you hide in leona's pillow.
" what are you getting at, ruggie ? " the housewarden rubs the bridge of his nose, waiting for the boy to leave. " i've had to cover for your ass all this time, you OWE me ! "
" fine, put it on my tab. " leona sighed, already adjusting himself back into in hopes that would scare the hyena and thankfully, it did.
but not without,
" old ass man, "
leona flicks his tail in anger, " OKAY, I'M LEAVING ! " and off he was, ruggie rushed out of the room and shuts the door with his tail between his legs.
you stare back at leona once the best of silence passes, arms wrapped around his neck while his hands rest at your hips.
" hey, at least ya don't gotta worry about telling everyone now ! " you teases, knowing this will probably be brought up again the next day.
leona grunts, pulling you close as his lips brush against yours. " sounds like a tomorrows' us problem, now shut your trap and kiss me. "
⋆.˚ 𝒜zul
he's weak. he can't stop staring at you no matter how hard he tries to keep focus on his papers, many contracts to sigh and put away, client appointments needed to be reviewed and verified.
but you were making it so difficult ! you needed a quiet place to study without the distractions of other students or your friends, so you went to your boyfriend―who was glad to help in any way he could.
he wasn't prepared for how beautiful you were when entering his office―hair tied in a neat bun, collar straight and your makeup flawless. you put in so much effort for yourself, he was swooned.
hook, line and sinker.
you were sitting at the couch in the middle of the room, legs crossed and face relaxed as you scribble down notes and answers from the textbook on the table to your notepad on your lap.
and azul ?
staring. it wasn't subtle, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses and his fingers fiddled with his pen. you felt a pair of eyes on you, so you turned your head to find azu staring at you.
he panicked and looked away for a moment. " azul ? " you called out, his shoulders shook. " is something wrong ? "
yes. yes, there was. but he can't explain what this feeling was in words.―he can in action, however.
" forgive me, " he spoke suddenly, rising to his feet he quickly strides toward you and sat beside you. glasses almost falling off his face when he suddenly kisses you, your eyes widen at the action but ... you didn't pull away.
his kisses turned messy, gloved hands finding their way to your school uniform and fiddle with the buttons, your thigh riding up his hip as he leans closer.
you find yourself pinned at the cushions of the couch, azul hovering over you with his hat forgotten on the floor, hair messy and cheeks red.
how unprofessional.
but he couldn't bother with business, work or contracts at the moment―right now, you were all that mattered. just as he leans back down to kiss you, mummering an apology for his actions, the door suddenly creaks open.
" azul, are you in― "
time froze. a pair of twins stared from the frame of the door the two of you straddled together on the couch. floyd peaks over jades shoulder, for a moment his face was curious and innocent―but soon it slipped into a sharp grin.
jade just kept a poised, subtle look―lips in a small pout and eyes wide open.
what's worse is that you were the only one to notice their presence, azul suddenly feeling your body tense and your hands stiff at his shoulders, the man lifts his head and spots the twins are the door.
his bangs barely made them visible, but when floyd wiggled his fingers at him in a teasy wave, azul felt his body jolt like he was electrocuted.
he turns off of you so past, the papers on the table almost to flying. he adjusts his hat, glasses and clears his throat when the two twins just watch.
both of them, now fully amused.
" my, my ~ and too think you would have locked the door, " jade starts, knocking on the door, a sly grin on his lips. floyd wasn't any better, he simply leaves against his twins' shoulder and lets his teeth shine on display.
" it's NOT what it looks like― "
" it's looks like the two of ya' were playing tongue twister a few seconds ago~ "
azul blushed mad, " DO NOT CALL IT THAT― "
" so he can't deny it~ "
azul groaned into his scarf, a gloved hand up to his head as he asked what the two of them wanted. jade simply shakes his head, " we can come back later, boss~ we wouldn't want to keep you two from, your private meeting~ "
" yeah, it looks like you're busy~ "
you choke back a laugh, azul looks like he's going to explode.
when they both leave, the room falls into silence. you look over at azul, who is hiding behind his hat and sits at the other oxich across from you.
" you don't have any contract to forget about this scenario, huh ? "
he fixes his bow with a shaky hand, " if they value their life, they will keep their traps, shut. "
⋆.˚ 𝓚alim
kalim is not subtle. at all. he loves you and your body, so when you show up to his party all glamour up and looking all pretty, he can't stake his eyes off you.
it's a miracle he's keeping your relationship a secret all this time. even if someone would question it, he would've simply said you were a really nice person to be around and possibly blow it in case they were calling you out for being ugly or he can do better than you.
not the point.
the point is, he can't take his eyes off your legs. the way you sway across the floor, your dress twirls with you as you step and spins, ugh he's dying to kiss you right now.
you look so pretty on the dance floor, he actually might explode.
this is when he takes the spot of your friend yo what u invited, a soft blush on your face when you realize how close he is to you and he quickly drags you away front he crowd.
he finds a small closet and is quick to hide you both in there, he's so excited he forgot to lock it. he shuts it and immediately smashes his lips on yours to kiss you, hands going to to your waist while your arms wrap around his neck.
through the kisses, he pulls back just to remind you how beautiful you are and he goes back again. the kisses are messy and hot, the strap of your dress threatening to fall at any second.
kalim's hands find the bottom of your dress and while he pins you to the wall, the door suddenly creaks open. despite the very little stream of light that pooled in the floor of the closet, it was obvious to see jamil standing at the frame.
he just wanted to know where kalim went, annoyed he ventured off without telling him until he realized he could have been kidnapped so ... this is where his worries led him.
" ahah, jamil ! " kalim awkwardly laughs, pulling back and fixing your dress and wiping the lipstick from his lips. " i guess― i forgot to lock the― "
" no need to explain yourself, i'll just leave. " and so he did. very quickly, the door shuts as fast as it opened. during this, kalim fiddled with your fingers as the closest turned dark once again, you found the light switch close to your shoulder and the orange light illuminates the small enclosure.
" you're gonna have to face him again, " you chuckle when he sighs against your shoulder, skin hot against his. " yah, but he'll be happy for me ! "
ah kalim, you made your girlfriend's night<3
end notes ― decided to make a part two of this after my requests are done <3 WHY IS NOTHING IM TRYING TO EDIT SAVING ACTUALLY STOP.
