I am a shadow, I am, and I am not... @honey-valentin3 - Tumblr Blog

i "forgot" to say i love you...with jamil and jade!

synopsis: will this prank work on your boyfriend? ...let's see about that...! (it sure is a cute effort!!)

tags: established relationship, fluff n def not as sad as the title suggests lol, pretend jamil has his own dorm room xd, jade really got the heart eyes for you here I Guess...

wc: 900 something for snek & 1,000 something for fih

hi to my first work on tumblr...revealing my baby TO THE WORLD!!! #yolo

“Hey, be a bit more gentle, will you?”

“Sorry. I got carried away…your hair is just so long and pretty, hehe.”

Doing Jamil’s hair care had become a weekly routine between the both of you. It just happened one day while you were bored, lounging on his bed. After seeing him come back from the washrooms, you asked him all about his hair routine – which has now led him to sit in between your legs while you apply his hair oil.

The night usually ends with you sleeping in his arms, but you decided to play a prank on your (seemingly) unsuspecting, sleepy boyfriend while his guard was down. After all, he was too perceptive in his usual state, so you don’t think you could pull it off then…

idiasplayertwo

YOUR NOT HIM !!

𝒯wst x Reader ... accidental confessions ,, their reactions ! 𝓈mau ⋆.˚

₊˚⊹♡ 𝒻eaturing — floyd, ruggie and cater ! — smau, x reader, confessions, nicknames, silly! grammatical mistakes!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - a early post for you guys yay!!

𑣲⋆ 𝒻loyd leech !

dolliams

I thought of something and I needed to share it .. okay so imagine like maybe pomefiore!reader leaves their diary out by accident after a party and yearner overblot boys found it ..

I WONDER HOW EACH WOULD REACT ICL I was thinking with vil he would be pretty direct it reminds me of this lyric “ you left your diary at my house & I read those pages , do you really love me baby ? “

this can be taken as a req or literally anything I just needed to ramble ! take care of yourself I love your writing sm oh my gosh thank you for feeding us w such peak works !

-💫 anon .. ( if that isn’t taken ❤️‍🩹 )

.ᐟ.ᐟ. 𝓨ou really love me, baby !

𝓞verblot boys x gn ! Reader !

❤︎ parting : riddle rosehearts , leona Kingscholar , Azul ashengrotto, jamil viper , vil schoenheit , idia shroud , malleus draconia.

❤︎ summary : this isn’t a fic, it’s just a small Drabble of me talking about the boys finding your diary.

❤︎ note: thanks anon for the idea! I didn’t write it as a fic like my other ones, but it’s somewhat me rambling as well! And thank you so much for your compliment, it means a lot. But if you were the same anon who requested the cater fic, then you are 💫 anon! However if you’re not, then it’s taken. Sorry!

the idea of the boys yearning for you is so so wholesome, much more that they couldn’t see that you liked them back.

They, like you said , would probably find it in an after party, or maybe even after coming over to yours and you weren’t in the room. This could be different for many characters, say for example.

You have some of them, who would be caught off guard reading it. It’s not in a bad way...it’s just that they didn’t really expect you to like them back. But reading into your diary, just made their heart beat faster and made them more and more flustered. When you walked to the room, they’d try to play it off, like you catching them reading your diary and love talking about them was nothing. They try to act nonchalant, which words, but not for long since they can either be exposed by the nervousness of their words or the flush that was covering their face while they try and ask you out.

Choice is yours though, do you wanna go out with him?

- Riddle rosehearts, jamil viper, Azul ashengrotto .

While some of them in the other hand would be more on the amused side. So, you did like him back, huh? After reading your diary, he supposed it should’ve been obvious..but perhaps he was too caught in his feelings towards you and lovestruck to notice anything else.

You walking in the door should have made them a bit nervous, but the smug smile they had made YOU nervous instead. You saw your diary in their hand..oh, shit. You physically had to stop yourself from leaving, they aren’t gonna reject ya..are they?

“Hm..I’ve read through your diary a bit, you really do love me, don’t you?”

- vil schoenheit , malleus draconia , leona Kingscholar .

Well..he already thought that he didn’t have a chance with you. Why would you give a worm like him a chance anyway? He was too caught up in his own head with both his overbearing feelings for you, and the constant fear that you’d leave if you knew.

However, the fear didn’t stay for much longer. He caught a glimpse of your diary in your bag, and when he read through it a bit. Huh..this must’ve been a dream surely. Was malleus pulling some strings again..? But, that’s your writing, that’s your own interpretation of him..you really think like that of him..?

When you caught him, he immediately panicked and pushed your diary back. But you clearly saw him. And, even if you didn’t , you could tell by his hair.

lol. Loser, but he’s cute. So, do you wanna go out with him?

- idia shroud.

rotten-despair

Okay, how do you think Cater, Idia, Riddle and/or Epel would be like with an s/o who blushes red? Like, maybe they’re saying something nice to them, and they start getting all blushy up to their ears and immediately cover up their face.. What do you think it’d be like? 🤭

Them with a very blushy s/o

Featuring: Cater Diamond, Riddle Rosehearts, Idia Shroud, Epel Felmier

A/N: kinda trying a new uhh uhhhhhhh layout style???? Yeseaahhhhh teehee HOPE THIS SUITS YOUR LIKING ANONNN!!

heartsiebyul

Hiii! Can I ask for the guys trying to be genuine while complimenting the reader, but ending up sounding sarcastic/not sincere and how they make up for it? Any character you want that would fit this scenario, please <33!!

あ ─── ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Compliment?

featuring — Ace : Leona : Floyd : Idia.

── Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy reading it! <𝟑

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⋆🐾° 𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀

Ace really did mean it when he said you looked nice. The problem was that he had a bad habit of hiding compliments behind his teasing. So when he saw you fixing your uniform before class and honestly thought you looked good, what came out instead was “Whoa. Didn't know you could clean up this well.” He even flashed that smug grin, leaning against the doorway like he was waiting for you to roll your eyes.

Which you did. Immediately.

You gave him a dry “Thanks, I guess” before turning back to what you were doing. Suddenly, the whole thing felt awkward. Ace could tell you thought he was making fun of you and realized he messed up. The worst part was that he genuinely liked how you looked, the effort you put in, the confidence you seemed to have. But now he was stuck dealing with the consequences of his own mouth.

For the rest of the day, Ace kept trying to fix it without making a big deal out of it. He hovered around you during class and lunch, tapping his fingers on the table before blurting out things like “I was serious earlier, you know.” Somehow, it still sounded sarcastic and even defensive. Eventually, Deuce got fed up and smacked him on the head, telling him to stop talking like an idiot.

Ace finally got it right later that evening while the two of you were walking back to Ramshackle. Without his friends around, he seemed a lot less performative. He shoved his hands into his pockets and muttered, a little quieter this time, “You really did look good earlier. Like... seriously good.”

There was no teasing. No smug grin. Just awkward honesty.

And honestly, that worked much better than all his earlier attempts. Especially when he immediately looked away afterward, his ears turning slightly red as he complained about how embarrassing it was to say things normally.

⋆🐾° 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑

Leona was naturally blunt, so compliments from him were rare enough to be suspicious. When he tried to genuinely praise you, it usually came out sounding lazy, dismissive or like he barely cared.

You had spent nearly an hour helping him sort through paperwork, something nobody else could ever convince him to do. After watching you work quietly for a while, he finally said, “Huh. Guess you're not completely useless.”

Which was... a terrible choice of words.

The moment you stopped and stared at him, Leona realized it too. But instead of fixing it like a normal person, he doubled down out of habit. “What? That was a compliment.” The unimpressed look on your face only got worse.

Leona had honestly meant to praise how capable and reliable you were, yet it sounded more like an insult.

The problem was that Leona wasn't used to giving compliments. In his family, praise was usually tied to expectations, status or usefulness. Genuine words of appreciation didn't come naturally to him. So even though he valued you, probably more than most people, his compliments often sounded dry unless someone knew him well.

Later that night, though, he made up for it in his own way. You had fallen asleep beside him in the lounge after studying. Instead of waking you up, Leona quietly draped his jacket over your shoulders and let you rest.

When you eventually woke up and looked at him sleepily, Leona clicked his tongue and muttered, “Don't look at me like that. You worked hard today.” His voice was quieter than usual, almost reluctant.

Then, after a brief pause, he added “You're dependable. That's rare around here.”

Short. Simple. But coming from Leona, it was practically a heartfelt confession.

⋆🐾° 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇

Floyd's compliments were always hard to understand because he never sounded serious. He could say the sweetest thing imaginable while grinning like he was about to cause trouble. So when he wrapped himself around you from behind one afternoon and cheerfully said "Shrimpy, you're sooo cute when you're focused. Like a little stressed-out crab." you genuinely couldn't tell if he was complimenting you or making fun of you.

Especially since he started laughing halfway through.

You immediately narrowed your eyes at him and Floyd blinked in confusion. "Eh? Why're you mad?" he asked. The truth was that Floyd genuinely thought you were adorable, the little wrinkle between your brows when you concentrated, the way you quietly muttered to yourself while studying. But because he was always joking around, his compliments often sounded like teasing.

When you pulled away from him with an annoyed huff, Floyd actually looked bothered. Not upset in a dramatic way, but confused. It was that rare kind of honesty he showed when things didn't go the way he expected. "I wasn't making fun of you" he said slowly, watching your expression. "I like watching you"

That was probably the first moment you realized he truly meant it.

Later, Floyd decided to make up for it the way he was best at, not with words, but with actions. While you were still studying, he quietly brought you one of your favorite drinks from the mostro lounge and dropped into the seat beside you. For once, there was no loud entrance or dramatic complaining.

He rested his chin on your shoulder and mumbled, much softer this time "You're cute. For real."

Then he gave you a gentle squeeze before immediately asking for head pats, acting like he hadn't just said something surprisingly sincere.

⋆🐾° 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃

Idia had spent the entire week watching you help people around campus. Whether you were explaining assignments, helping first-years find their classrooms, or dealing with problems nobody else wanted to handle, you always seemed willing to lend a hand. The thing was, Idia noticed these things far more than people realized. He just rarely said anything about it. So when he finally worked up the courage to compliment you, he genuinely wanted to tell you how much he admired your kindness.

Unfortunately, his social skills betrayed him almost immediately.

The two of you were sitting in the Ignihyde lounge. Idia was focused on a game while you quietly read nearby. After a long stretch of silence, he suddenly muttered "You know, you're weirdly nice to people. Like... suspiciously nice. It's almost creepy."

His eyes never left the screen.

To him, it made perfect sense. You were so consistently kind that it honestly amazed him. To everyone else, however, it sounded like he was accusing you of secretly being a villain.

You slowly lowered your book and stared at him "Thanks...?" you replied uncertainly.

The moment Idia looked over and saw your expression, realization hit him like a truck. His blue flames instantly flashed pink.

"WAIT, NO! NOT CREEPY CREEPY!" he blurted. "I meant like... rare! Statistically improbable! Like a legendary drop rate!"

Somehow, that explanation only made things worse.

The conversation quickly turned into Idia desperately trying to explain himself while sinking deeper and deeper into his hoodie. Eventually, he gave up entirely and retreated to his room, convinced he had ruined everything. Meanwhile, you were left wondering how someone had managed to turn "you're kind" into what sounded like a criminal accusation.

The next afternoon, however, he quietly made up for it.

While helping organize some equipment in Ignihyde, you found a small note tucked beneath a box. The handwriting was unmistakably Idia's.

"What I meant yesterday, I think you're a really good person. Most people aren't as considerate as you are. It's one of the things I like most about you."

When you looked up from the note, you caught sight of Idia peeking at you from across the room.

The second your eyes met, he let out a horrified yelp and immediately disappeared around the corner.

But despite his funny escape, the message was completely sincere.

And somehow, that made it far more meaningful than any perfectly delivered compliment ever could.

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── I know Floyd might be a bit OOC here, but this is just how I personally headcanon him 🥹

── Heartsie is back in business !!

I finally got my writing motivation back, so expect more posts soon. Thanks for staying with me! 💗

qifreyseyepiece

The Weight of A Wishing Relic

Chapter 4 1.9K words series masterlist

You awoke with a groan. Your head felt like it had been split in two. For several moments, you couldn't remember where you were or how you had gotten there.

The Silver Night Festival. The girls. Qifrey. Then...darkness.

You remembered waking briefly. Hands grabbing you. Trying to fight. Trying to cast and then something striking the side of your head. Nothing after that.

You opened your eyes fully. The room was dim. Cold stone walls surrounded you. A single narrow window high above allowed a sliver of moonlight to enter.

You tried to move. Metal rattled. Your arms were chained above your head. Not high enough to force you to stand but high enough to prevent escape.

"...great." Your voice sounded hoarse.

You tested the restraints. The chains didn't budge. After several failed attempts, you slumped back against the wall. Trying to think. Trying not to panic. The girls were probably terrified. Qifrey. Olruggio. They had to be looking for you.

A noise echoed beyond the door. Footsteps. You immediately sat straighter. The door opened and a tall figure entered. A wide brimmed hat obscured most of his face. The shadows beneath it hid his expression.

A Brimhat. Of course. The man closed the door behind him. Then offered a small bow.

qifreysbush

I have an idea about Kifrey X Reader X Olruggio (platonic for sure, I'm not sure about the sexual aspect). The Reader is a victim of brimmed hats where, through some inhumane act, they were made into the opposite sex (technically, it's a bit of body horror?). Poor Ollie, both of his significant others want to find the hatters and avenge all the good. Perhaps the Orufrey can see that the Reader still doesn't accept their body, doesn't consider it "theirs," and wants to reclaim their original body (a little joke: there are no mirrors in the attire because the Reader smashed all the mirrors in hysterics so as not to see their reflection). 🪷

They call me, Amnesia

Plot; You lost your body, your autonomy, everything that make you yet your consciousness still remains. You felt like you're better if your dead.

Warning; Body Dysphoria, Gender Dysphoria, Depression, attempted self-harm, attempted suicide, sensitive topics are discussed here please disengage if you are not comfortable.

Note; if you struggle with your body, please know your experience is completely valid, everything will be okay and it'll be alright ❤︎. I tried my best here, it's kinda hard to put feelings into this but i tried my best, please excuse if it's not up to par. RUSHED.

sovereigntyangel

Hi Angel!!

I hope you have a smooth and quick recovery from your wisdom teeth surgery!!

My request is a Qifrey x reader where Qifrey loves seeing reader wear his sweaters/ coats/ some outerwear.

If you do write this request, thank you for doing so! Your writings are so fun!!

━━━━ 𝐖𝐇𝐀 ，𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

𝐖𝐇𝐎 ， Qifrey x gn!reader

𝐀.𝐍. : thank you for the request and wishes for a smooth recovery, they mean a lot! This was gonna be a one shot but I decided to do head-canons to get my point across in a more crisp way.

ⓘ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ：fluff：cuddling：bunch of kisses：stealing clothes

Qifrey and you always had a good relationship, even when you two weren’t official yet. It was a comforting one that made you feel safe in your eyes. Therefore, it was no surprise that you two actually ended up together as a couple. Sharing things that brought you two closer together. It was bound to happen!

When you first got comfortable in the atelier together. You shared multiple memories. All filled with different emotions but achievements. When snow fell down rapidly outside, you two huddled together for a bit. It was cold on your own but warm in his arms as his clothing added a sense of cozy relief.

Sometimes as Olruggio as his watchful eye, he’d spot you two cuddled up in the living room. Your head buried beneath Qifrey’s clothes, blankets, and the steady heartbeat you hear rarely when you spend times like these.

As the atelier got more busy, of course with not just three apprentices but with four now, you decided to take some of Qifrey’s clothes when he wasn’t looking. Especially when days got cold. Can he blame you? He was always busy and had to give up more time to get one child caught up with the rest! Surely he wouldn’t mind.

So here you were wearing a piece of his clothing. A cozy sweater you found in his closet. Comfortable in the familiar scent, you slowly drifted off to sleep in the process. By the time you awoke from your nap, Qifrey was already home and planning on dinner for the night. Too tired to take it off, you wore it to dinner.

Qifrey noticed a bit late while chewing a small chunk of meat which made him stop what he was doing. Pink spread across his face as Tetia questioned if he was alright which he politely assured her he was, how silly.

When the girls went back up to their rooms, helping out clean the kitchen for the night, and washing the used dishes. Qifrey commented on you wearing one of his sweaters. Caught red handed, you were about to take it off before he stopped you. Finding it adorable how you wore his clothes- even without asking. As if he was you and you were him.

There on you continue to borrow his clothes whenever you really felt like it. Qifrey always found a sense of comfort and love whenever you did so. Giving you plenty of kisses when you two were alone and even cuddles.

By the time that it came almost natural to you, you thought about sweating one of his pieces of clothing outside the atelier. Of course Qifrey didn’t mind it since he loved when you wore something that was his, and once you did you never really stopped doing it. Sooner or later your clothed were mixed and mangled with each others!

▐ @/𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐓𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ໒꒱ ，creds to @/cursed-carmine for banners

mourningcity

As The Fifth Apprentice

Master Qifrey x Apprentice!GN!Reader

Summary/content: Qifrey brought home another apprentice, and while Olruggio is a bit crossed, he keeps the door open for you to come inside. You, Qifrey's new student, find your new family and learn more about magic. But this is just a snippet of what that life looks like. No pronouns used for reader. No use of y/n or any other variation. Reader is around the same age as the other Qiflings (10-12). Reader is described as anxious in the beginning, but opens up more later!

Very much prompted by external forces, but not actually requested. @yumee-topia , I hope you like it :) This is just a quick drabble I did. Not super proud of it, but I'm also not used to writing the reader as a kid, so absolutely any constructive criticism is welcomed!

And this is being posted later than originally anticipated. I had plans that I honestly forgot about on the 2nd, lmao, and midway through writing the second part I started scrolling through tags on here.

cozmowrites

Watchful Eye

[Olruggio, WHA]

gender neutral reader

x reader, fluff, angst

requested by anon!

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The first time you met Olruggio, he corrected your grip on a pen without saying a word.

You had been trying to draw a stable pyro-ball sigil for nearly an hour, hunched over the work desk while your mentor (Beldaruit) lectured Qifrey about controlled water balls. Your wrist cramped. Ink stained your finger tips black.

Then a hand reached over yours. "Too stiff," he murmured.

You looked up. A boy around your age stood beside you, dark hair tousled, expression carefully neutral despite the faint soot smudged across his cheek. He pointed to the curve of your line.

"The circle's frightened of you and you didn't close the ring."

"What?"

"The spell." His shoulders lifted slightly. "You're drawing like you expect it to explode."

"That's because it did explode previously." You stared at him.

Then, very quietly, he added, "Maybe a few times."

You laughed despite yourself, shaking your head as his friend, Qifrey, called him over.

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Your mentor oversaw two Watchful Eye apprentices in total. You and Olruggio. And one witch, Qifrey. You were always too cautious. Olruggio was too sharp for his own good. And Qifrey whom you never spoke to. You would observe him, but you weren't as fond of him as Olruggio was.

So for a long time, it was mostly just you and him. Qifrey was always called to be around Beldaruit. You and Olruggio were just two children learning how to observe the world without interfering in it.

You copied reports side-by-side at midnight while candles burned low. You learned to decipher hidden inks together. You practiced memory exercises until you could reconstruct entire rooms from a glance.

Sometimes Beldaruit would test you unexpectedly. When Qifrey had gone off, claiming he was only trying to get fresh air. "How many people went into the window way into the great hall today?"

"Seventeen," Olruggio answered immediately.

"Sixteen," you corrected.

Olruggio would frown.

"There was a child that wandered in here by accident. The knight's moralis took care of them," you said.

Beldaruit hummed approvingly while Olruggio stared at you with narrowed eyes.

Afterward he muttered, "I hate when you're right."

"You hate when I'm right specifically?"

"Yes." But he walked beside you all the same.

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Watchful Eyes were not trained for comfort.

You learned how to disappear in crowded streets. How to gather information without attachment. How to leave quietly when your assignment ended.

"Connections cloud judgment," Beldaruit often said.

You hated that lesson most.

Despite everything, despite the rules and distance and discipline, you and Olruggio became inseparable in all the tiny ways that mattered. He left half-finished tea beside your notes when you worked too long.

You fixed the tears in his cloak because he never noticed them before, things that would happen while him and Qifrey played. He'd sit near you during long horse rides between towns when you'd finally be able to leave the great hall, shoulder barely brushing yours, both of you pretending not to notice.

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The year you graduated, it rained for three straight days.

Beldaruit handed each of you separate assignments with the same detached calm he used for everything else. The only time he wasn't calm was for Qifrey. Olruggio would become a Watchful Eye under Qifrey, who went on to take in students.

You were assigned farther north. Farther away from Olruggio. Father away from those you'd grown close to.

Different ateliers. Different lives.

You remember standing right outside the window way. The crisp breeze in Kahln seemed to be where you were parting. It's almost as if the wind knew.

And unfortunately, neither of you knew how to say goodbye. You've never had to say "bye", it was always "until next time".

"So," you said finally.

"So," he echoed.

You wanted to ask him not to go, or to ask him to take you with him. The thought died inside just a small bit. You couldn't do that to him, or yourself.

Instead you asked, "Do you still think my circles are scared of me?"

A tiny smile appeared. "No," he said. "Only because... you stopped being afraid of them."

The carriage arrived too quickly after that.

You helped him load his things. One bag. That was it. One large bag that he claimed could carry the entire world.

When he climbed aboard, he looked like he wanted to say something too. But instead of saying something he wanted to say, he swallowed it whole and instead said, "Don't get yourself killed."

You snorted softly. "You first."

Then he was gone.

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Years passed strangely after that. You ended up leaving your atelier to go to a different one, you left a lot on business, reported on the ateliers that were terrible.

Sometimes months passed without hearing his name. Some journeys you caught traces of him accidentally. He would pop up drinking at bars and parties with his clients.

Whenever you saw him, something warm and painful bloomed in your chest. You wondered if he still drank tea too hot. You wondered if he still forgot to weargloves every winter.

You wondered if he ever thought about you at all.

Probably not.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

The next time you saw him in person was during the second examination near the caves.

The gathering of young witches and apprentices crowded the area with noise and lanternlight. Mentors spoke in clusters while students prepared nervously for the trial ahead. It was Qifrey and Olruggio, with all 4 students of their's.

You turned around from talking with your witch, making sure the children that were testing were properly set up. There he was.

Older and taller. And... he had a scruffy beard now?

His features are sharper now, dark cloak hanging neatly from his shoulders. He looked more composed than the boy you remembered. He looked... good. Your face flushed pink, just slightly.

All that composure cracked for half a second when he almost ran into you.

"...Oh," Olruggio said softly.

You forgot every prepared thing you might've said over the years.

"You cut your hair," was what came out instead.

His hand rose instinctively to the back of his neck. "You noticed that first?"

"It's shorter."

"That's usually how haircuts work."

You laughed before you could stop yourself. It felt horribly, painfully familiar. No time had passed at all.

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Moonlight silvered the edges of his cloak as the two of you waited at the end for the apprentices.

"You disappeared," he said without turning around.

You leaned beside him. "You did too, I couldn't find you."

"Hm. You were looking for me?" Wind moved gently through the trees below. Then, quieter, he admitted, "I used to look for you."

Your breath caught. He still wasn't looking at you.

He clarified quickly, feeling ashamed for admitting something so honest. "I mean.. hearing for your name from other witches or around The Great Hall."

"Oh."

"I heard you became very good."

You tried smiling. "You sound disappointed."

"I am." Finally, he glanced sideways at you. "Now I can't win arguments against you anymore."

The laugh that escaped you felt fragile. The distance between your shoulders seemed unbearably small.

And yet impossible to cross. You belonged to different paths now. Maybe that was simply how Watchful Eyes lived: always observing, rarely reaching.

Still, when you looked at him beneath the moonlight, you thought very strongly about it.

If there had been another life for the two of you, maybe it would have been a quieter one. Where neither of you had learned how to leave so well.

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small a/n: im tired of being accused of ai bro. i hadn't written in a week and a half because it's so demotivating. im writing this a/n quickly to share my thoughts. ai is never welcome and will never be welcome here in any form of media. FUCK AI!!!

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heartsiebyul

Hi Heartsiee!!!

I don't know if your requests are closed but, if they aren't, can you write for Ruggie, Leona, Trey, Rook and Vil if the reader (male pls) took the initiative and invite them out before they even realize they have feelings for us? (Like, they are in denial or didn't thought their feelings were romantic)

あ ─── ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Date?

featuring — Trey : Leona : Ruggie : Vil : Rook x (male) reader.

── Thanks for the request! I really had fun writing this, and I hope you enjoyed reading it too! <𝟑

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>⩊< 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

Trey mistook his feelings for responsibility at first.

He was used to taking care of people. It came naturally to him, reminding others to eat properly, helping with assignments, quietly cleaning up messes nobody else noticed. So when he started doing those things for you specifically, more often than for anyone else, he genuinely didn’t think too deeply about it.

Until you asked him out.

It happened in the kitchen while he was frosting cupcakes for an upcoming unbirthday party, the warm scent of vanilla and sugar filled the room. Trey had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, carefully focused on piping frosting when you leaned against the doorway and casually said,

“You know, you would make a really good boyfriend.”

Trey chuckled lightly without looking up. “That so?”

“Mhm. Wanna prove me right and go on a date with me this Saturday?”

The piping bag stopped mid-motion.

Trey looked up slowly, blinking behind his glasses as your words finally processed. You stood there completely relaxed, waiting patiently for an answer as if that wasn’t the kind of sentence capable of rearranging his entire understanding of your relationship.

“A date…” he repeated carefully.

“You can say no.”

The immediate disappointment he felt at the thought made his stomach twist unexpectedly.

That was the moment things started unraveling.

Because suddenly, he noticed everything he had ignored before, how he always saved your favorite desserts for you first, how his eyes automatically searched for you in crowded rooms, how ridiculously fond he had become of hearing you laugh at his terrible jokes. Somewhere along the way, caring about you had stopped feeling merely friendly.

Trey sighed softly and removed his glasses to rub his face. “You know” he admitted with a small, helpless smile, “I think I’m having a realization right now.”

You grinned. “Good realization?”

“…Potentially dangerous realization.”

Still, when Saturday came, Trey arrived exactly on time, carrying a small paper bag of homemade pastries “just in case you got hungry.” And despite how composed he acted throughout the date, his ears turned faintly red every single time you smiled directly at him or boldly flirted with him.

>⩊< 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑

Leona was absolutely convinced he did not have romantic feelings for you.

Annoyingly attached? Maybe. Mildly possessive? Probably. But love? Please.

He considered you tolerable in a way most people weren’t. You sat beside him during naps without talking too much. You didn’t nag him to act princely and didn’t expect him to constantly perform. Your presence became something familiar and Leona never bothered examining why he searched for you first whenever he entered a room.

Then one afternoon, while he lounged beneath the large tree in the botanical garden, half-asleep with his arm over his eyes, you suddenly sat beside him and asked, “Do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow?”

Silence.

A breeze shifted through the leaves overhead.

Leona slowly lowered his arm just enough to stare at you with one eye. “A what?”

“A date” you repeated. The sheer confidence in your voice caught him off guard more than the invitation itself.

Leona sat up slightly, eyes narrowing as he studied you carefully, almost suspiciously. You weren’t flustered. Weren’t joking. You looked completely serious, and somehow that made his pulse skip in irritation. Or panic. Or something equally inconvenient.

“You’re awfully bold.” he muttered.

“You don’t sound opposed.”

That made him click his tongue, because the worst part was that you were right. He should’ve dismissed you immediately. Should’ve rolled over and gone back to sleep.

Instead, he found himself imagining you beside him in the city, talking to him with that steady patience of yours while he pretended not to enjoy it, which wasn’t like him at all.

And the more he thought about it, the more he realized something deeply unfortunate,

Nobody else would’ve gotten this far with him.

By the next day, Leona arrived late on purpose, hands in his pockets, acting like he didn’t care despite the fact that he had actually changed clothes twice beforehand. He still refused to call it a date out loud.

But when another man got too friendly with you during lunch and Leona immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders with a dangerous glare, he started realizing his feelings weren’t nearly as casual as he claimed.

>⩊< 𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈

Ruggie genuinely thought you were just… easy to be around.

That was the excuse he used every single time he found himself drifting toward you after class or stealing food off your tray because “your portions are bigger anyway.” He never questioned why he remembered your schedule better than his own or why he could immediately tell your mood from the way your shoulders slumped.

To Ruggie, affection had always been practical. If he liked someone, he stuck around them. Simple.

So when you suddenly appeared beside him at the cafeteria during lunch and casually asked, “Wanna go out with me this weekend?” he almost laughed because he assumed you meant as friends.

Except your expression stayed steady.

Not nervous. Not teasing. Just honest.

Ruggie blinked at you for a long moment before scratching the back of his neck. “Wait... like… a date date?” he asked carefully, like the word itself might bite him. Since it was lunchtime, the cafeteria was loud and chaotic, students chatting and laughing nearby, completely unaware of the crisis happening inside his head.

You tilted your head. “Well, yeah. Unless you hate the idea.”

“Hate?” he repeated immediately, sounding almost offended before he caught himself. His ears twitched hard. “No, no, I don’t hate it.” And that was the problem. Because the second he imagined it, you were beside him in town, sharing food, walking together with nowhere else to be, his chest did something strange.

The realization didn’t hit all at once.

It crept in slowly during the days leading up to the date. He found himself fixing his hair twice. He started wondering what kind of places you liked. He even borrowed cologne from Leona, who just stared at him before going back to dozing off.

By the time he met you outside the gates that weekend and saw you smiling at him like you had been looking forward to this all week, Ruggie finally understood why his heartbeat wouldn’t calm down around you anymore.

And honestly?

That realization scared him a little.

But not enough to stop him from reaching for your hand halfway through the day and pretending he did it naturally.

>⩊< 𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓

Vil believed he simply had high standards for the people around him.

That was how he justified constantly correcting your posture, fixing your appearance, reminding you about skincare, and criticizing your sleeping schedule with the intensity of a disappointed spouse.

He told himself he only invested time in you because you had “potential.” Nothing more.

At least, that was what he thought until you invited him out.

The two of you were sitting together in Pomefiore’s lounge after classes. Vil was reading a magazine while lecturing you about proper hydration when you interrupted him halfway through his speech.

“You know” you said thoughtfully, “this already kind of feels like dating.”

Vil sighed dramatically, closing the magazine halfway. “Please. If we were dating, I would have replaced at least half your wardrobe by now.”

You smiled lazily from the couch. “Then take me on a date and do it properly.”

Vil froze.

Slowly, he looked up to stare at you, blinking once behind impossibly composed eyes. The room fell quiet except for the soft ticking of the nearby clock.

Normally, Vil was composed. Still Elegant. But your straightforwardness completely disrupted his rhythm because you sounded so certain, as though the answer was obvious. As though the two of you naturally belonged together in that way.

And the horrifying thing was…

Vil didn’t dislike the idea.

In fact, once the thought entered his mind, he couldn’t remove it anymore. Suddenly, all the attention he gave you felt suspiciously personal. The irritation he experienced whenever someone flirted with you made far more sense now. So did the strange satisfaction he felt whenever you sought him out first.

Vil set the magazine down carefully before crossing one leg over the other. “You are either incredibly brave,” he said smoothly, “or far too confident for your own good.”

“Both?”

“Hm. Perhaps.” His gaze lingered on you carefully. “But are you truly prepared for the amount of attention that comes with being seen beside me? Dating me is hardly simple. I am a public figure, after all.”

You only smiled. “I can handle it. I will make sure I don’t tarnish your image, and won’t embarrass you.”

For a moment, Vil simply stared at you.

That answer affected him far more than it should have.

Yet despite his composed exterior, Vil spent nearly three hours preparing for your date later that week. He claimed it was because he refused to be seen looking anything less than perfect, but the truth revealed itself when he stared at you for just a little too long after you complimented him.

That soft expression in his eyes lasted only a second before he recovered.

Still, it was enough for him to realize,

Vil had fallen first.

He just happened to be the last person to notice it.

>⩊< 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓

Rook, surprisingly enough, did not immediately recognize his feelings as romantic.

To him, you were fascinating. Beautiful in movement. Beautiful in expression. Beautiful in the tiny, unconscious habits you had. He adored observing you because you made the world feel more alive. Yet Rook viewed admiration as something universal, after all he admired many things, art, scenery, talent, determination, and especially Vil and Neige.

So surely this was the same.

Surely.

Then you invited him on a date.

The two of you had been walking through the gardens near Pomefiore after classes ended, the setting sun draping gold across the flowers while Rook enthusiastically described the elegance of the migrating birds overhead. You listened with amused patience before suddenly interrupting him.

“Rook.”

“Oui?”

“Would you like to accompany me on a date this Friday?”

Rook stopped walking instantly.

For perhaps the first time in his life, he looked genuinely speechless.

“A… date?” he echoed softly.

You nodded.

The way his heart reacted was immediate and violent.

Rook laughed suddenly, not mockingly, but almost breathlessly, placing one hand dramatically over his chest as though struck by an arrow. “Mon dieu…” he murmured. “How extraordinary.”

Because the truth hit him all at once.

That unbearable excitement whenever you approached him. The way your attention felt precious. The instinctive desire to praise every part of you, to remain near you, to make you smile specifically for him. None of it resembled his usual admiration anymore. It was sharper. Warmer. Greedier.

It was Romantic.

Rook stepped closer, his eyes practically glowing beneath the sunset light as he gently took your hand and pressed a dramatic kiss against your knuckles.

“My beloved hunter” he said softly, his voice sincere beneath the theatrics, “I fear you may have discovered my heart before I did.”

And from that moment onward, Rook became impossibly worse.

More affectionate. More attentive. More obvious.

Vil complained about it within two days.

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LMAO I'M BACK, COLLEGE IS FXCNG ME SO BAD BSGJSUSGSSJS

Author's note: I’m actually deciding to go on hiatus for a while. Honestly, my last post was already a month ago, so I’ve practically been on hiatus already lol.

Because of my studies and ojt, I can’t really multitask everything properly right now. Most of my free time has honestly been spent sleeping, and sometimes I can’t even finish my drafts anymore.

So yeah, I’m going on hiatus for now. It’s currently finals week for me, so things have been really busy lately. We don’t even get a vacation break, which honestly sucks.

But lately, I’ve been missing writing a lot, which is why I was able to finish this draft. And honestly, I already know this “hiatus” might just jinx me, and I’ll probably come back sooner or later lol.

Thank you for understanding! See you soon or maybe later. 💗

master-qifrey

Heyyyheyyy beautiful writer! (^.^)

It's my first time requesting with WHA so I'm a bit nervous! I've watched the anime so far and its just so beautiful I had to start the manga I coudnt handle the anime keeping us on the edge!

Feel free to decline the request if it makes you uncomfortable!

Id like to request some headcanons + small scenario (I am not sure if there's a specific word for those two combined) with Qifrey and Olly being in a relationship with reader that has anemia; has typical symptoms....like dizziness, lightheadeness (god I hope i spelt this right ) and sometimes faints for short amount of time if reader is already overworking themselves and low on sleep and also if they stand up tooo quickly. (Also would be nice if youd include that they knew reader since childhood if thats okay :) )

Feel free to decline mwahhhh! (^_^;)

Helping hand

Olruggio x fem reader and Qifrey x fem read (separate)

Summary: how they take care of their anemic girlfriend

Warnings: fainting, dizziness, lightheaded

A/N: hey beautiful anon! Awe don’t be nervous, I actually loved this request because my sister is very anemic so this meant a lot to me. But girl I was in the same boattttt. I watched the anime and went and bought every single manga the same day, now I have the full set including the box set, the kitchen series, and exclusive ones and grimoire on the way too(my credit cards hates me atm…) but I hope I did your request justice and hope you enjoy it <3333

primrosechronicles

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write a poly fic of Qifrey and Olruggio with reader.

Can you make one where they’re doing domestic things when the girls have gone to bed/settle down like cleaning the kitchen and getting ready for bed together as they reminisce on how they got to where they are today

"Woven into Home"

Summary: After a chaotic morning involving broken beds, hangovers, and far too much teasing, the quiet rhythms of life at the atelier continue on as normal. But beneath the warmth of shared meals, playful bickering, and peaceful evenings, you can’t help but feel slightly out of step with Qifrey and Olruggio’s long history together. As the day unfolds, both men gently remind you that love is not measured by time known, but by the care woven into everyday moments and that somewhere along the way, you’ve already become part of their home. Tags: Polyamorous Relationship, Qifrey/Reader/Olruggio, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Emotional Insecurity, Established Relationship, Hangover Shenanigans, Soft Teasing, Found Family, Atelier Life, Qifrey Being Smooth, Olruggio Being Bluntly Affectionate, Apprentices Being Observant, Cuddling, Emotional Reassurance, Slice of Life. Word Count: 3.4k Requested?: Yes! by two anons, the 2nd request featured below. Dividers by: @cursed-carmine & @enchanthings-a

Your eyes squint from the intrusion of the early sun’s glistening rays, a painful moan escaping you as the alcoholic activities of last night catch up to your consciousness. You feel suffocated and unbearably warm as sweat pools onto your back while two weights press against either side of your body.

just-astar

First time requesting hello! :] hope you do well! May I ask for some Twisted Wonderland First Years (Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho, Sebek) (Ortho only platonic ofc (and Grim as well, we love a supportive glutton friend cat), the rest can be romantic, thats up to u!) x Trans Man!reader? :] in a form of headcanons? (But if u feel like writing a fic more, hell yeah, go for it! :])

U can write anything, but if u need some idea, I thought of the reader (can be Yuu) finally saying that they're trans at their freshmen sleepover in Ramshackle, more as a "didnt i tell you that before?" "No???" "Oh. Lol." kinda funny fluff bonding moment and maybe some implications that the guys have a crush on them and will do their research to understand, asking around, asking their friends, the reader and help w their struggles :]

I'm sorry if this is too much and if u decide not to do that, its ok, i hope u have a good day! :]

Sure thing! This took me forever, I am so sorry. I had a lot of parties and driving lessons to go to. I actually had a party last night where I hung out with five people I didn't know the entire night and became besties with lwk. Like, I saw one of them last year and we hung out the entire night w/o her knowing my name and she immediately recognized me I am actually so happy I went. Also sorry for not including Grimm or Ortho, I am not good with their characterization and I wanted to get this out before it rotted in my drafts forever.

Dates worked: 04/30/26, 05/04/26, 5/11/26, 5/14/26, 5/17/26 (I just wanted to get an estimate on the time it takes me to write these on average)

Content (Warnings?): Freshmen x Trans Male Reader, implied transphobia, idiots in love, non-specified body type (I am a fat chud, I don't wanna see no skinny waist this bitch ain't y/n, this is Reader, all body types are welcome and I don't want to exclude anyone), mentions of boobies tho, Reader binds and no other surgeries or lacketherof specified, Internalized Misogyny (Epel), Internalized Transphobia (Reader and Epel), T*mblr (Ace and Deuce), Swearing, the freshmen aren't just “idiots” but they have depth, I was watching a deep-dive on the psychology of Frankenstein and why people like being sad while writing Sebek's part, Being Transgender as Divine Creation (Sebek)

FEM-ALIGNED DNI! I HAVE BLOCKED ABOUT 20 PEOPLE FOR INTERACTING WHILE HAVING ANY KINDA "SHE" IN HER GODDAMN BIO. I DO NOT PLAY NO DAMN GAMES. I AM THIS CLOSE TO REPORTING YALL ISTG.

vals-lente

The werewolf is a single dad and hates to leave his pups with a babysitter, but he has a meeting at work he just can't miss. So reluctantly, he hires someone. When you show up he spends half an hour explaining everything to you.

He has prepared their dinners, so all you have to do is heat them up. If they spill something on themselves just wipe them down with a sponge and handtowel, no baths. Don't let them in the garden, because the littlest one tends to run into the street. No television, it messes with their eyes...

You don't interrupt or try to get him to hurry up. You listen and nod when he's done, and then wave goodbye at the door with the three pups. He can hardly concentrate at work, glancing at the clock as the hours tick by. He knows just how much of a handful his pups are. Will you be able to handle it? When the meeting ends, he's the first one to leave. The sun is setting by the time he gets home and as he strides to the front door he hears you say, "Get back here, you rascal!"

He bounds the rest of the way, unlocking the door and slipping in. If you're not being nice to his pups... He feels his hackles raise a little, but then he steps into the living room and finds all four of you crawling around on the floor, having a great time. This is the first time he's come home to see the babysitter managing all three at once. There are no tears, no bumped heads or bite marks.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

His pups squeal and surge forward to greet him, their little tails wagging.

"We're playing caterpillars!" They say, their words tumbling over each other as they talk about how much fun they've had.

He's only half listening, though. He watches you pull yourself off the floor with a tired but satisfied smile and begin putting away toys, and he almost keels over as his primal side tells him that he's just found the perfect mate. Together you put the pups to bed. He knows he should pay you and send you on your way, but he feels like he'll die if he doesn't talk to you.

He clears his throat and murmurs, "Want a drink?"

When your eyes light up, he knows he's made the right choice.

@vals-lente

idiasplayertwo

Hi, me again for the third time today (sorry if I'm annoying I just have so many ideas in my head today 😔). Could you do smth like reader fainted because of the heat? I definitely want to request Leona, the rest of the characters is up to you 🤭

-🎀

꒰𐔌 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝙃𝙊𝙏 𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘 ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

۫ ׅ featuring ― leona x reader , azul x reader , and riddle x reader

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ contains fluff, reader fainting, heatstroke, established relationship, drabble/imagine. not beta-read, emotional! riddle, comfort/soft. can be been as yuu! reader . implied female reader ! no pronouns used thou.

𓂃 hi 🎀 ! sorry this took a while, ive been unmotivated as stated before lol ! hope you enjoy !

𐔌 . ⋮ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

the heat was brutal, for you anyways. leona was used to the heat, growing up in sunset savanna―you weren't shocked when he seemed completely unbothered.

the breeze felt warm, the concrete was so hot you could boil an egg on it, and your clothes were sticky and thick against your skin.

leona noticed your change in body language immediately, dragging your feet behind him, visible sweat rolling down your forehead.

"oi," he called out for you. all you were doing was crossing the campus from the botanical garden back to the school, but you kept falling behind.

"you're dragging your feet so loud, i can hear it from here." He frowned but no bite behind his words, nudging the shade just a few steps away from you both. "sit down before you drop dead."

you take a deep breath, your head feeling lightheaded you shake it. "no, it's okay―i'm."

that was your mistake.

because the next thing you knew your entire world turned sideways violently, your knees buckled and your body went limp.

you barely registered the sharp gasp from your boyfriend until you felt big arms wrap around your torso, holding you just above the ground you could have smacked against.

"sevens, what did i tell ya?!" leona growled, voice sharp as he held you all the way to the shade. you were out cold, but you were breathing. that's all that mattered.

leona sits back against the tree and lays you on his lap, brushing your hair back and rubbing the bridge of his nose. he lets himself calm down until you wake up.

when your eyes do flutter open, you're met with emerald green eyes staring back down at you. the cool breeze of the shade greeting you as you felt leona's hand firm against the back of your neck and his other holding a cold water bottle against your cheek.

before you could ask, letting out a soft groan, leona spoke.

"called ruggie, you had a heatstroke, idiot."

he's not upset with you, but he had warned you. you weren't accustomed to the heat like he or ruggie are―now here you are, baking in the sun.

you end up staying in leona's grasp, sipping on some of the water and leaning into his chest to rest. ruggie came by once more with food from the cafeteria, about to crack a joke about you paying him he back―but when leona glares at the underclassmen the boy ran.

"next time," leona sighs after a few moments of silence. "be more prepared, yah? can't be babysitting you like this all the time."

you hummed softly, kissing his cheek gently you thank him for taking care of you, and despite his harsh kiss of his teeth―his tail wagging behind him said everything.

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