Prompt: 'How Protective Are They? Continuation! -- Jade Leech, Rook Hunt, Lilia Vanrouge, and Jamil Viper
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Jade Leech
9/10
Jade is often considered the more ‘reasonable’ Leech. That is the first mistake people always make. They assume that because he smiles politely and speaks with indoor manners that he is somehow the ‘safer’ twin. More approachable. Less…ah, driven to extremes.
Incorrect. Catastrophically incorrect. Need we be reminded that as youth, Jade was the more difficult son for his parents to handle.
You see, he is rather the possessive sort in a sense that by the time you realize how serious the situation has become, it’s already too late.
One day you realize he has memorized your class schedule. The next? He is silently appearing beside you before you even noticed someone else was there to be a bother. It is genuinely unsettling how quickly he materializes whenever you are uncomfortable. Sometimes before you realize the feeling is about to settle in.
You carry a shadow that is towering, one that swamps your own in broad daylight.
Physically, Jade is not clingy in the traditional sense. He is not hanging off your shoulder or demanding affection in public. In fact, he is oddly respectful of your space…which somehow makes him more overbearing? He simply has eyes in the walls. You grow accustomed to the sense of being watched over with time, as he is worse than a helicopter mom at disney world.
A hand on the small of your back while walking through crowds. Casually steering you away from danger like you are a shopping cart with a broken wheel. If someone becomes too loud or aggressive near you, Jade inserts himself into the situation before you can speak.
And seven help the sad sack who touches you without permission.
Jade does not explode like Floyd or bark threats like Leona. No. He politely dismantles people with a shark-took grin. One warning is spoken with that overly pleasant customer service voice and suddenly the entire room feels humid.
“Oh dear. I’m afraid you seem to have mistaken my partner for someone interested in your attention. How embarrassing for you.”
People at Mostro Lounge learn very quickly that your name is not one to use carelessly in conversation, unless they want Jade’s attention - and trust me, that is not a fun prize. Gossip in his domain? Unless he thinks it is relatively harmless and might yield a cute reaction from you…nuh-uh-uh.
Jade understands social warfare better than nearly anyone at NRC. He knows secrets. Everybody has secrets. Azul collects contracts but Jade collects information, and if someone threatens your reputation? Congratulations. They have just volunteered for psychological warfare against a man who enjoys sampling poisonous mushrooms in his free time. Very Mao-Mao from ‘Apothecary Diaries’ core.
If someone DOES spread rumors about you? They tend to disappear before they gain traction. It is almost magical. One moment there is gossip circulating around NRC and the next the students involved are apologizing to you with sweat dripping down their backs while Jade stands nearby smiling like a proud parent at a piano recital.
You never find out what he did to make it happen. Snitches get stitches, you can ask whomever you like. No one is about to get on a Leech’s bad side. Especially anyone from the Coral Sea…they like having their gills intact, thank you very much.
In fact…your social circle seems to thin out. No one you’d miss, certainly. Anyone worth keeping around is already known by you before Jade’s fancy was stuck, after all. He just has a ‘quality’ that keeps bottom feeders away.
Jade is significantly more possessive than he pretends to be. He acts amused when people flirt with you. Smiles. Tilt his head. You’d think him entirely unbothered, if not for the slight twitch of his lower eyelid.
Meanwhile he’s mentally ranking the best burial locations on his usual mountain trails. He won’t do it. Just…let him tinker. He can only tolerate so much audacity from these people after all.
Unlike Floyd’s explosive jealousy, Jade’s comes in the form of increased politeness. That’s how you know he is upset. The sweeter he sounds, the worse the situation is. If someone is heavily flirting with you, Jade becomes attached to your side for the rest of the day. He won’t intrude unless you explicitly ask – discounting the times you’re unaware of his presence – but he does expect you to shrug the plebs off. Make an effort or his ire might have you backed up against a wall later that night.
Make no comment when he casually mentions your relationship status every three sentences either. Subtly, as he watches the offender making a move on you crumple like the trash they are and evaporate from his sight.
Yet…if it continues beyond flirtations? If someone dares to make a vulgar comment at you?
His terrariums gain new fertilizer.
No, because seriously. There is no situation where he’d let any sort of objectification or crude remark slide. Not interesting. Not funny. The only tolerable admiration is watching bottomfeeders deflate as they realize he’s already got the best pickings of the land. He can and will cut their tongues out.
“My, what a vulgar thing to say. I do hope for your sake that you simply misspoke…though judging by your expression, I suspect not. How unfortunate. Shall we continue this conversation somewhere private? People do become rather forgetful when they are trying to impress someone who is already spoken for, don’t they? ”
Jamil Viper
7/10
Jamil does not WANT to be protective.
That is important to understand first and foremost.
He already has enough responsibilities. Enough people depending on him. Enough stress. The last thing he needs is another person to worry over and yet somehow…there you are. Sitting comfortably in the center of his thoughts like you pay rent there. Mm.
Annoying.
Very annoying.
He’s a bit of his own worst nightmare. Jamil finds a partner who is competent insanely attractive. Nothing gets him going like a show of power…but his brain doesn’t have an ‘off’ switch. So he naturally tries to take charge in most situations and has a terrible time letting his guard down.
Because now he has to think about things like whether you ate today. Whether you got enough sleep. Whether Ace and Grim dragged you into another near death experience. He catches himself scanning crowds for your face automatically and gets irritated every single time he realizes he is doing it.
Just his luck that he’s fallen for the person with the self-preservation skills of a mosquito…ha..haha..hahaha.
Physically, Jamil is surprisingly attentive. Not overbearing, but hyperaware. He notices exhaustion before you say anything. Notices when your social battery dies. Notices when you are forcing yourself to smile through discomfort. He’s used to reading people.
He is the type to silently pull you away from overwhelming situations under the guise of something casual.
“Come help me with this for a second.”
Suddenly you are outside getting fresh air while he pretends to sweep the outer courtyard. .
Jamil is not loud about protecting you because loud attention is dangerous in his mind. He prefers subtle control over situations. Strategic positioning. Standing between you and someone sketchy without making a scene. Steering conversations away from topics that upset you. Making sure you get back to Ramshackle safely even if he acts like it is an inconvenience.
And yes. He absolutely keeps track of where you are. Give him your phone so he can add you to Life360. Just do it.
Not in a creepy way. In a “if something happens to you I will have a stress-induced migraine” way. He gets pissed when Grim takes your phone though. The headmaster seriously has you both sharing one? Just…look, take his old one. Don’t tell Kalim either. He’ll 100%% get you the newest model with an unlimited data plan, but Jamil isn’t about to have someone else doing what he can do for you just fine. Especially Kalim.
He especially hates when you wander around NRC late at night alone. This school has entirely too many weirdos, overblot incidents, and students with magical superiority complexes. The moment he finds out you went somewhere dangerous by yourself he is giving you ‘That Look’.
You know the one.
Socially, Jamil is vicious in the pettiest ways possible.
He does not have the authority of someone like Riddle nor the intimidation factor of Leona, so instead he weaponizes competence. If someone is rude to you publicly? Congratulations. Jamil is about to make them look stupid in front of everyone.
Not directly, of course. That would be messy.
But suddenly they are fumbling their words during class presentations because Jamil “helpfully” pointed out inconsistencies in their work. Suddenly they are losing arguments they thought they could win. Suddenly every flaw they have becomes painfully obvious because Jamil knows exactly how to press people until they crack.
He has years of experience surviving court politics. Some random teenager is light work.
The thing is, Jamil gets especially protective over your image because he understands what it feels like to have people make assumptions about you. So rumors? Harassment? People trying to paint you negatively? He…is guilty of doing that to others.
So he is able to detect the early signs of someone scheming. No one’s ripping at your confidence. He’ll end them.
Not only because he cares about you, but because he genuinely cannot stand unfairness directed toward someone he loves. You become one of the very few people he allows himself to prioritize emotionally and he takes that seriously.
Now jealousy?
…Yeah. Yeah Jamil has issues.
Not outwardly at first. He tries SO hard to play it cool. He tells himself he is being irrational. That you can handle yourself. That he trusts you.
Then he sees someone flirting with you too comfortably and suddenly his eye is twitching.
Jamil’s jealousy manifests through hovering and passive aggression. He starts inserting himself into conversations uninvited. Interrupting. Pulling you away under flimsy excuses. Offering to do things for you before someone else can. Oh, he is burning. That ego he tries to keep under a tarp is coming out at full force.
And the sass?
Unmatched.
“Oh? You suddenly developed interest in my partner after ignoring them for months? What a fascinating coincidence…sorry, what’s your name again?”
The worst part is that Jamil absolutely notices when people are attracted to you before they even realize it themselves. One lingering glance and he is already annoyed.
He also DESPISES overly touchy people around you. No one gets a pass. Kalim really pisses him off, but he has to bite it down. At least there’s the comfort of knowing it’s strictly platonic but still.
Your little first-year group? He has so much beef with Ace it isn’t funny. That ******* knows exactly what he’s doing whenever he slings an arm over your shoulder. Floyd? Every basketball practice is one where Jamil is tempted to spike the ball at the back of his head. He tolerates Grim, knowing that the menace is going to be there until the day you both die.
And if someone thinks to pass a vulgar comment? A cat-call? Mm. Patience isn’t always a virtue.
Jamil’s entire expression flattens like someone turned his emotions off manually. He gets cold in a way that makes people instinctively backpedal. Unlike some of the others, he is less likely to threaten violence and more likely to verbally flay someone alive with frightening precision.
He knows exactly what insecurities to target too. Doesn’t matter who it is. He can pick them apart in a few short moments.
“You know, confidence is attractive in moderation. Unfortunately for you, this is just embarrassing.”
Rook Hunt
8.5/10
Dating Rook is like accidentally befriending a very affectionate cryptid.
One day you are minding your business and the next you hear rustling in the trees followed by an enthusiastic Frenchman praising the way sunlight reflects off your hair. There is no such thing as privacy anymore. Not because Rook wishes to control you, but because he genuinely enjoys your existence so much that he cannot help orbiting around you constantly.
He is EVERYWHERE.
The scary thing? Half the time you do not even notice him until he speaks.
“Ah! Trickster! The way you leap away in surprise reminds me of a startled doe. Magnifique!”
Cardiac arrest. Immediate cardiac arrest. He ceases for the rest of the day but then is right back at it the next.
At first his protectiveness does not even register because Rook treats everything with fascination. He watches everyone. Compliments everyone. Appears out of nowhere for everyone. So naturally, you assume his attention toward you is just part of his personality.
Then you realize he has been tailing you across campus for three hours because you mentioned feeling unsafe walking alone after dark.
Romantic.
Terrifying, but romantic.
This man has the instincts of a hunting dog and the perception of a military drone.
You are never unsafe around him.
Ever.
Physically, Rook is actually extremely protective. Far more than people expect. Underneath all the theatrics and poetry is someone with terrifying awareness of his surroundings. Rook notices danger instantly. The shift in someone’s body language. A suspicious movement in the crowd. The subtle signs someone intends harm.
A student reaching for their pen? He sees it. Someone following you through the halls? Already aware. Suspicious noises outside Ramshackle at night? He is perched somewhere nearby like a Victorian gargoyle with a bow in hand. Sorry Malleus. This one is not fit for your club to study…unless?
Ahem. You genuinely cannot sneak up on this man.
And because of that? Nobody sneaks up on you either.
The issue is that Rook treats protecting you like an act of devotion. He enjoys it. Not in a creepy controlling way but in a “the hunter safeguards what he treasures most” way.
And unlike some of the others, Rook is willing to get physical FAST if he thinks you are genuinely threatened. People forget that beneath the dramatic monologues and layers of concealer is a man who hunts for fun.
For FUN.
One second someone is getting too aggressive with you. The next Rook is suddenly behind them smiling with their wrist pinned up against their back.
“Ah ah~ I would reconsider your actions, mon trésor’s comfort is far more important to me than your pride.”
The thing about Rook is that he rarely ‘sounds threatening. Which somehow makes him infinitely worse. He says horrifying things with the same tone someone would use to compliment flowers.
And LORD help the poor soul that genuinely hurts you somehow.
Rook becomes the physical manifestation of “I know where you live.”
His little ‘Oo la la~’ pitch that carries in the wind like fallen leaves suddenly turns into Krampus incarnate. Deep, guttural, and spoken directly into the perpetrator’s ear with a promise for something much worse than a beating with a straw broom and some coal in their stocking.
“Aha. No. We are not looking at mon coheur in such a manner. You may apologize now, or I will be forced to consider alternative persuasion. Un, deux, toi –”
Socially, Rook is extreamly supportive rather than controlling. He absolutely hypes you up constantly. Shamelessly….it’s very much the ‘Wear whatever you want, my darling. I know how to fight’ dynamic amped to maximum overdrive.
He will praise you in front of literally anyone with zero shame. Your intelligence, your beauty, your habits, the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh—nothing is safe from his admiration. At first people think it is exaggeration because surely no one can speak this poetically about their partner twenty-four hours a day.
No. He means every word.
The issue is that this also means he becomes deeply offended when others speak poorly of you. Rook values beauty in all forms and to insult someone he treasures? Mon dieu. The audacity.
Rook does not argue normally. He psychoanalyzes people like he is peeling an orange. Someone makes fun of you once and suddenly Rook is smiling thoughtfully while pointing out all the hidden insecurities fueling their behavior.
In front of everyone.
“Oh? Such cruelty toward someone so radiant…could it be envy, perhaps? How unfortunate. To possess eyes capable of witnessing beauty and yet remain unable to appreciate it.”
Murder. Actual murder.
And because Rook is naturally charismatic, people listen to him. He can spin social situations terrifyingly fast. One minute someone is mocking you and the next they are being publicly pitied by half the room while Rook comforts you dramatically like the star actor of a tragedy play.
But jealousy? Hah! Listen.
Rook is a strange creature because he simultaneously understands why people are attracted to you while also wanting to put them in the ground for acting on it.
He appreciates beauty. Of course others admire you! How could they not? To him your existence is practically artwork.
So when others pursue you, he does not see them as something to dismiss. No. No. He will acknowledge their challenge…and you will find no one more competitive. He wants to win.
Which means the flirting somehow becomes worse. He is a peacock spreading its feathers while aiming a shotgun with its beak.
You think one person complimenting you is bad? Congratulations. Rook is now reciting poetry while kissing your hand in front of them with enough intensity to make bystanders uncomfortable.
He becomes unbelievably touchy too. Draping himself over your shoulders. Holding your waist. Tilting your chin toward him while maintaining eye contact with whoever dared flirt with you. If they want you, then they’ll have to offer you better than what he can provide. Which is impossible, because Rook spares no effort in ensuring you have everything you could ever want.
And if someone says something vulgar about you?
…they have a ten second head start.
Rook does not mind admiration, he encourages all beauty to be appreciated, but crude lust disgusts him. In his eyes it reduces something precious into something cheap and tawdry. He takes it personally, like someone smeared mud over a painting.
He merely teases the brim of his hat, ducks his chin low, and fixes the offender with sharp eyes and the terrifying realization that this man could absolutely hit a bullseye through their skull from fifty yards away.
“You speak of them so carelessly…how terribly sad. To witness something so precious and reduce it to vulgarity. I highly suggest you choose your next words with greater care, monsieur. ”
Lilia Vanrouge
6.5/10
At first glance, Lilia does not seem protective at all.
If anything, he encourages chaos.
Go explore dangerous places! Fight strong opponents! Experience life! Make reckless memories! Half the time it feels like he is actively encouraging your bad decisions while Sebek is somewhere nearby having a stress-induced aneurysm over it.
Lilia is not controlling. Not even remotely. Rather than stop you from pursuing danger, he’s walking into it at your side.
He does not hover over your shoulder monitoring who you speak to or where you go. He will not cage you up “for your safety” because frankly? That sounds dreadfully boring to him. Lilia fell in love with YOU. Your spirit. Your freedom. Your ability to live fully despite fear.
Why would he take that away?
No, if you are with Lilia then you are expected to spread your wings and enjoy life to its fullest. He wants stories. Excitement. Late night walks, spontaneous adventures, troublemaking, dancing on rooftops because “the moon looks lovely tonight.”
He treats love like something alive. Something meant to grow unrestrained instead of being locked away. He’s waited seven-hundred years for this chance and will not waste a second of it.
Which honestly makes people underestimate him terribly.
Because while Lilia is not overprotective in everyday situations…
He IS an elder fae. Even those of lower status are raised not to take matters of the heart lightly. Your soul is an extension of his own.
The man could probably locate you in a foreign country with nothing but a vague description and a prayer. You will be halfway across campus thinking you're alone only to hear his voice from a tree branch.
"My, my. Fancy seeing you here."
He truly is an extension of your person now. While not tethered for centuries, he is quite fond of being a phantom limb of yours.
Which becomes obvious the moment someone truly threatens you. He does not mince his words or offer mercy to those who threaten his family. Kingscholar was very fortunate to be spared after targeting Malleus during the spelldrive tournament during your first year in wonderland. Remember how brutal Lilia’s words struck.
There is a massive difference between Lilia finding your recklessness amusing and someone else harming you intentionally. One earns laughter. The other earns silence.
And silence from Lilia Vanrouge is one of the most terrifying things a person can experience.
Because Lilia does not posture.
He does not threaten.
He does not growl warnings or puff out his chest.
He simply decides that someone is dangerous.
Then acts accordingly.
People often forget that beneath the jokes, the gaming addiction, and the culinary war crimes is a former general. A man who spent hundreds of years protecting a royal family through actual conflict. Lilia has survived war. Buried friends. He knows exactly how far he is willing to go for the people he loves.
Which is as far as his body can take him. Lilia would die for you without hesitation.
Not in the romanticized “I’d take a bullet for you” way either. In the very literal, non-negotiable sense that he has already accepted the possibility long ago. Loyalty is woven into Lilia so deeply that protecting his loved ones is practically instinctual.
Which is why anyone who thinks otherwise, dares to even tinker with the thought of harming you, is scheduling an audience with General Vanrouge.
Socially, Lilia is surprisingly relaxed. He has lived too long to care about petty gossip (although he does enjoy hearing it). Rumors roll off him like water because honestly? Most students at NRC are children to him mentally. Why would he value their opinions over yours?
That being said, he DOES care if the rumors genuinely hurt you.
Not because your reputation reflects on him, but because he cannot stand seeing someone he loves feel isolated or targeted. Lilia knows what loneliness feels like better than most people ever will. He still will not intervene though, not beyond offering a distraction to make you smile.
Honestly? He finds caring about that sort of thing silly. With time you’ll understand and think the same, of that he’s certain.
If someone dislikes you, they dislike you.
If someone talks badly about you, then they are showing their own character.
Most of the time he laughs it off. "Mhmm. Are they finished? Goodness, they seem to think about you more than I do."
Now jealousy?
Pshh. Manageable. A dime in a dozen.
Lilia feels secure in your relationship. He does not panic over every passing flirtation because he trusts you and frankly finds some situations funny. Watching younger students awkwardly attempt to woo you while he sits nearby smiling into his tea is genuinely entertaining to him.
He especially enjoys making them nervous. “Oh? Trying to court my darling? My my, how brave~”
Although he is not against blipping in if harmless flirtations progress to crude vulgarity or a breach of boundaries. Which is unfortunately common with youth that possess egos with more concentrated power than the sun. The moment someone dares to say something genuinely degrading about your person, he eases in with the air of someone far superior and reminds the offender to view a specific chapter in their history textbook. He normally isn’t fond of his pictures in those books, but surely they have their uses.
“Tsk, what an ugly thing to say. Careful now…there are far crueler creatures in this world than me, child. You ought to learn some manners before you meet one.”
synopsis — The turbulent weather at Night Raven College continues to trouble the prefect, placing them in an awkward position with the two housewardens. Upon hearing the prefect casually mention sleepovers with their friends, both boys become quite displeased. In an unexpected turn, Schoenheit and Kingscholar decide to form a temporary alliance to ensure that the prefect enjoys a more memorable sleepover experience with them.
genre — yandere, suggestive
warning — Everyone being touchy, Leona + prefect + Vil sandwich 🤤
note — no this is not me running out of ideas and used the same scenario as the Ace and Deuce fic ashasgh but you can say i wanna put these two in a similar situation 👀 at this point it kinda became its own series (including the Scarabia one),, fyi this fic changed songs like 3 times bc of how indecisive i was 😭
more works: masterlist
now playing: gimme more - britney spears
It’s quite ironic that the individual whom so many admire is captivated by someone seemingly ordinary. Someone who wields no magic, someone who came from another world. Yet, even amidst a crowd of enchanting figures, the prefect possesses a unique allure that draws people in. It’s not merely about their appearance; it’s the intricate, otherworldly presence that radiates from them.
Vil is well aware of this, which is why he halted in his tracks upon unexpectedly encountering the prefect wandering through the empty halls of Night Raven College.
Club activities began shortly after classes were dismissed a little while ago. The weather remains warm and sunny, with the gentle rustling of leaves outside the college creating a soothing backdrop. The warm, golden light streaming through the large arched windows adds a cinematic touch to the atmosphere, making it an ideal time to be outdoors, at least for now.
Although Vil didn’t have any club engagements this day, he had matters to address, just like the prefect, who had just concluded a conversation with the school’s faculty. A victorious smile spread across Vil’s face at the perfect opportunity to be alone with the person he sought attention from.
"What a pleasant surprise to run into you, prefect. Thought you'd be back in your dorm by now." He maintains a soft, soothing voice as he makes sure to charm the prefect. They respond with their warmest smile.
“I wanted to discuss the potion class assignment with Crewel just a moment ago. I’m guessing that you don’t have any club activities today.” Schoenheit gazes affectionately at them, his eyes gradually drifting down to their slightly loosened necktie.
Every time they turn the lights down
They flinch a little at the unexpected closeness he brings, adjusting their necktie with a warm smile. “Ah, the ever-diligent student," Vil teases gently, his eyes twinkling with a mix of admiration and mischief. "It's good to see someone taking their studies seriously. But I must confess, I’m quite relieved our paths crossed today." He adds some sultriness to his voice to make himself even more charming, as if he wasn't already.
Just wanna go that extra mile for you
The prefect tilts their head curiously, prompting Vil to continue. "You see," he begins, a hint of vulnerability threading through his typically composed demeanor, "there's something about your presence that’s... refreshing. Perhaps it’s the way you carry yourself, or the sincerity in your eyes. In a world where appearances often overshadow substance, you remind me that there’s more to see beyond the surface."
Public display of affection
The prefect, taken aback by his candid admission, feels a flush of warmth rise to their cheeks. "Thank you, Vil. That means a lot coming from someone like you," they reply earnestly. With his eyes subtly darkening the longer he stares at their visage, the more he craves them. His gaze intensifies, as if he's memorizing every detail of their expression.
Feels like no one else in the room (but you)
Vil's smile widens, though a certain intensity lingers beneath his charming exterior. "You know," he murmurs, stepping just a fraction closer, "it's rare for me to find someone who captivates me so thoroughly. Your presence is like a melody I can't seem to forget." His voice lowers, a whisper meant only for them, as if the very air around them held secrets meant only for their ears. The prefect simply smiles, unaware of the intensity of emotions Schoenheit feels underneath the surface. But ignorance is bliss.
While the two are preoccupied with each other, they remain oblivious to the footsteps approaching from behind the prefect. Leona, who has just woken up from a nap in the school's botanical garden, is on his way to the Hall of Mirrors when he unexpectedly encounters the prefect standing too close to another man. He walks in his usual weary manner, but as he notices the unfolding scene, he lifts his head, eyes wide, for a split second. With furrowed brows, he quickens his pace and abruptly pulls the prefect close to his torso.
“Hey, what’s going on here?” Vil's mood sours the moment Leona arrives. With his arms crossed in disapproval, he reflects a sense of disappointment.
Leona's presence seems to cast a shadow over the moment, causing an awkward tension to hang in the air. The prefect, caught off guard by the sudden shift in dynamics, glances between the two, unsure of how to diffuse the situation.
“We were simply discussing some... school matters. It's none of your business.” Vil retorts sharply, his voice laced with irritation. He uncrosses his arms, attempting to regain his composure, but the tension is palpable.
Leona, however, is not easily swayed. He leans slightly forward, his gaze unwavering. “Discussing school matters? Really?” he questions, his tone dripping with skepticism. The prefect shifts uncomfortably, feeling the weight of Leona's scrutiny.
It is quite clear that the two boys are at odds with one another, but there’s an underlying reason for their current hostility. This tension stems from their rivalry over the prefect they both admire. Leona, in particular, is reluctant to admit this in front of anyone else. However, Vil's possessive nature only escalates the situation. Neither of them is comfortable with the idea of their beloved paying attention to the other.
"It's okay, Leona. Vil wasn't doing anything bad to me," the prefect tries their best to ease the tension as both boys exchange hostile looks. But before anyone could utter another word, loud noises gradually filled the air. A throng of students flooded the hallway from various directions, with some coming from nearby classrooms and others returning from their designated club activities around the school grounds. It seems that the enthusiasm to head back to their dorms stems from the fact that today is Friday, which fuels their eagerness to welcome the weekend.
The crowd grew so dense that the area became cramped, with everyone hurriedly making their way back to their dorms. In this tight situation, both Schoenheit and Kingscholar found themselves pushed into the prefect. The prefect's back pressed against Leona's torso, while their front was flush into Vil's. A pair of hands was positioned on either side of their body, while another pair rested gently on their shoulders to hold them steady.
This close proximity caused the prefect to feel a wave of embarrassment, their face turning a bright shade of pink as they became acutely aware of the contrasting scents of perfume and body spray emanating from each boy.
It took a few more minutes for the hallway to clear completely, as the swarm of students hurried back to their dorms. Once only the trio remained, both Vil and Leona stepped away from the prefect to check on their well-being. Vil, always graceful and attentive, gently cupped the prefect's face, examining it closely to ensure they were okay. The prefect's previously flushed cheeks began to calm down.
“Prefect, are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?” he inquired, his face a blend of concern and gentleness as he cautiously examined their face. Meanwhile, Leona remained silent, observing the Pomefiore Housewarden’s actions. Watching everything unfold with irritation. When the prefect wasn’t looking, Vil shot a taunting look at the Prince, provoking him about his closeness to them. Leona shrugged and reached towards the prefect’s arm.
“Tch. That’s enough. Let’s just go.” Frustrated with the recent events, he firmly pulled the prefect along, leading them out of the school building toward the Ramshackle dorm. The prefect, bewildered by the sudden shift, could only follow. Kingscholar’s grip was not too tight, but it was strong enough to guide them along.
“You worthless prince!” Vil grumbled irritably, trailing behind as he still felt unsatisfied with the time he had alone with the prefect. He was also unwilling to allow the lion to be alone with them. Schoenheit needed to ensure he wouldn’t get ahead of him. However, as the trio made their way across the school grounds toward the Ramshackle dorm, they remained oblivious to the sky gradually turning grey.
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Entering the ramshackle dorm, Leona finally releases their hand and strides directly into the living room. He casually flops down onto the large sofa, lying sideways and using a pillow to support his head. Vil, still visibly annoyed, stands at the entrance to the living room, arms crossed in disapproval.
“Did you really have to drag them like that?” he asks, joining the prefect as they both watch the drowsy figure on the sofa. “Don’t you think this behavior is unacceptable, prefect?” The prefect can only respond with a sheepish smile, uncertain of how to handle the lion beastman. After all, it has become quite common for him to waltz into their dorm just to take a nap. “Honestly, this isn’t the first time. At this point, I’ve grown accustomed to it.”
A sudden clap of thunder jolts everyone in the room, catching them off guard. Through the windows, they notice the sky has turned a dark shade of grey, signaling the onset of a torrential downpour. The wind picks up, growing stronger, and the rain pours down heavily, making it impossible for anyone to venture outside. Amidst this chaos, hurried footsteps echo from the stairs, revealing Grim as he frantically rushes down, clearly startled awake by the storm.
“Henchman!” he exclaims, leaping into the prefect's arms and clinging tightly. “I was just taking a nap, and the weather was perfectly fine! The storm woke me—” He then notices two figures also trapped under the dormitory's roof. “What?! What are you two doing here??”
Vil nonchalantly looks away with a touch of sass, while Leona, having just closed his eyes moments before, remains silent. The prefect lets out a nervous laugh, attempting to ease the tension. “They walked me here. Um, does this mean you guys are stuck here for the night?”
Grim furrows his brow in confusion. “What? Don’t you all have some kind of teleportation magic? Can’t you just go back without getting drenched?”
Vil replies with a disinterested expression, “You’re mistaken, Grim. Only certain individuals possess that ability.”
“We’re not like that lizard, furball.” Even with his eyes closed, Leona is attentive to the conversation. An awkward silence follows, leaving the prefect feeling embarrassed, as they ponder whether it was incorrect to assume all housewardens had the ability to teleport.
"Haha... since my bed is too small for two or even more people, I guess I'll grab some preparations from upstairs. But I only got some of Ace's and Deuce's clothes in my room, and I don't know if you guys would fit mine so...." At the names they dropped, both Vil and Leona, with one of his eyes open, shot the prefect a questioning look.
"Ace?"
"Deuce?"
"Oh, both of them were here just not long ago. We slept together in the living room too. They left their clothes here in case something similar happens again."
It suddenly struck them that a very similar situation had occurred with Ace and Deuce. At least the prefect had felt at ease with them; this situation, however, is entirely different. Unbeknownst to the prefect, both housewardens tense up at the mention of them sharing a space with those two troublemakers from Heartslabyul. Their expressions darken, clearly displeased by this information. Vil lets out a deep sigh.
“So Rook was right…” Vil’s mind races with an influx of thoughts, while the prefect looks at him, puzzled by his remark.
“R-Rook…?” Vil quickly grasps their shoulders, startling them with the sudden touch. He gazes at them with an affectionate look, almost resembling a pleading puppy, and asks, “But you’ll stay with me too, right, prefect? You can’t just leave me alone with him.” Leona simply returns to closing his eyes, while the prefect feels a bead of sweat trickle down.
“Yes... I will be with you both, don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to sleep alone in this weather anyway.” They gently release Vil’s hands and turn away, saying, “Grim and I are going to grab the pillows and blankets. We’ll be back before you know it.”
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A knock echoes from the door of the prefect's room. At that moment, they stand before their open wardrobe, contemplating which clothing to lend the two housewardens for the night. Promptly, they call out to the person outside to enter. The door swings open to reveal Leona, wearing his signature nonchalant expression.
"You’re taking so long," he remarks softly as he closes the door behind him.
"Sorry, I just can’t decide what clothes to lend you for tonight." Leona's gaze falls on a folded shirt on the bed, and he strides over to it. Panic sets in for the prefect.
"Wait! That’s—"
It’s an oversized, cozy shirt they purchased during a weekend adventure in downtown Sage's Island. Designed for a relaxed fit, it’s a one-size-fits-all piece they enjoyed wearing the night before and hadn’t washed yet because they intended to wear it again. But before they can intervene, Leona snatches it up.
"I know, and I’m perfectly fine with it." The prefect drops their hand in resignation, watching in silence as the lion beastman continues. Unexpectedly, he begins to unbutton his vest, letting it fall onto the bed. The prefect opens their mouth to ask what he’s doing but stops, caught off guard.
Next, he reaches for the top button of his shirt, locking eyes with them. With a playful glint in his eye, he slowly unbuttons, creating palpable tension in the air. The prefect’s heartbeat quickens, yet they remain silent, unsure of how to react.
Cameras are flashing
Leona continues unbuttoning until he reaches the middle of his torso; with the collar of his shirt falling to one side, revealing a glimpse of his muscular chest. His smile broadens as the prefect struggles to decide whether to maintain eye contact or sneak a glimpse at his physique. At that moment, they felt compelled to remain watching. And the lion is clearly enjoying the moment. Finally, as he discards his shirt, the room seems to shrink, drawing them into an intimate world where nothing else exists but the two of them. Unveiling his chiseled torso under the warm glow of the room's lighting.
They keep watching
Leona's leisurely pace is both a tease and a torment, his gaze fixed on them with a promise that stirs something deep within. The prefect feels a bead of sweat trickle down their neck, despite the chilly atmosphere created by the rain. He slips his arms into the oversized shirt, quickly inhaling the scent of the fabric that belonged to the prefect the previous night. He buttons the shirt from the bottom to the top, leaving a few buttons undone at the collar. As his hands rest on the waistband of his slacks, he suddenly halts.
Keep watching
Leona's eyes never waver from the prefect, his expression a mixture of mischief and something more intense, something almost too complex for them to grasp. “Oops, don’t be greedy,” he remarks. The prefect instinctively turns away, their face burning bright red like a tomato. Leona can't help but smile, relishing the moment he caught them off guard. He strides over to the pile of pillows and blankets they had gathered earlier in the center of the room and picks them up.
“I’m taking these with me,” he declares, before exiting the room, leaving the prefect to regain their composure. As the blush fades, they glance back at the emptiness left behind and give their own face a brisk slap to dispel the confusing thoughts swirling in their mind.
“Argh, focus, [name].”
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As the prefect descends the stairs from the second floor, they notice that all the furniture has been moved aside. A makeshift bed crafted from layers of blankets lies in the center, with pillows arranged neatly, except for one that Leona has clearly used for sleeping. Grim is sound asleep on the pile of pillows near the sofa. However, what catches the prefect's attention is Vil, already dressed in his loungewear, casually brushing his hair while seated on the sofa.
“Vil?? How did you get yo—”
“Rook delivered it to me, and no, I’m still staying for the night.”
Vil's response leaves the prefect even more perplexed. If what he says is true, then how did Rook manage to come all the way here from Pomefiore in this weather? The relentless heavy rain shows no signs of letting up. With a sigh, they put down the sweater they had intended to give him and lie down in the center of the makeshift bed. Vil joins them, pulling the warm blanket over them both.
While reclining, the prefect couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing to their side, they spotted Schoenheit admiring them. He shuffled closer and gently placed his hand over theirs. A smile broke across their face as they saw one of the island's famous stars enjoying a moment of relaxation on a makeshift bed beneath the dilapidated dorm. The irony.
"I'm glad to see you're comfortable, Vil."
"What? Do you think I'm high maintenance? I'm perfectly fine here as well." He adjusted his manicured hand to rest on the prefect's torso, snuggling closer. "As long as you're here, I'm more than comfortable." He propped himself up on his stomach, draping one leg over the prefect's. The cold, slender fingers slipped beneath the sweater the prefect wore, wandering across their torso. A blush crept onto their cheeks, intensifying when Vil pressed a kiss to one side of their jaw. Their mouth fell open as they noticed some movement on the other side—Leona, with a mischievous grin, leaned in closer.
"Look at them, utterly speechless." His voice was soft, almost whispering, sending shivers down their spine. He took the prefect's other hand, bringing it closer to his lips. He playfully bit two of their fingers, causing the prefect to panic over the antics of the two housewardens.
"W-what are you guys doing?" Vil's hands settled on either side of the prefect's waist. He chuckles softly, his breath warm against the prefect's skin. "Oh, just making sure you feel appreciated," he murmured, his voice a sultry whisper that lingered in the air.
Leona, not one to be outdone, shifted even closer, his presence a comforting heat. "You seem a little tense," he teased, his voice a low rumble. "Let us help you relax."
The prefect's heart raced, caught between the two housewardens whose attention was both exhilarating and overwhelming. Vil's fingers traced delicate patterns, his touch light and teasing, while Leona's grip was firm and reassuring.
"You're not objecting, are you?" Vil's eyes sparkled with mischief, his lips brushing against the prefect's ear. Meanwhile, Leona's gaze was intense; his eyes locked onto theirs with a look that was hard to resist. As Vil and Leona continued their gentle ministrations, they found themselves surrendering to the warmth and comfort of the two housewardens' embrace,
“K-keep going...” the prefect squeaks, their breath catching as they push forward. “Gimme more...”
Both Schoenheit and Kingscholar share a dark giggle at this request, clearly pleased to oblige. With an arm draped affectionately over the prefect's shoulders, Leona pulls back the collar of their sweater to reveal their collarbone and leans in for a gentle, warm kiss. Meanwhile, Vil snuggles closer to their neck, delivering a passionate kiss filled with hunger.
The prefect’s heart raced, caught in the delightful whirlwind of sensations and emotions. Surrounded by the warmth and affection of Vil and Leona, they felt a sense of belonging, a moment suspended in time where nothing else mattered but the gentle touch and the soft murmurs of affection shared beneath the dim glow of the setting sun. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the rhythmic beating of three hearts in perfect harmony. Gradually, they all fell asleep while snuggled together.
Ace gets jealous in the most obvious way - no matter how much he denies it. Even before you started officially dating, he'd get all moody and defensive when someone else made you laugh a little too hard for his liking, making an obvious show of walking over and holding you from behind to rest his head on your shoulder, ignoring your confused expression to aim a sharp smile at whoever is taking up all your attention. He just gets worse after you get together, now on top of him obviously showing off your relationship, you end up having to comfort a grumbling ace (and laugh at his jokes more, his pride can't take it otherwise).
Being one of the most jealous, but also the most nervous, means Idia is forced to watch you interact with normies, who can actually socialise, through the cameras. It only makes him all the more jealous that he can't do anything about it, he's holed up in his room all day and as much as he might feel the urge to swoop in and steal you away like some shoujo protagonist, he'd really rather not leave his dorm. Don't get him wrong though, he'll still grumble and sulk about the fact you spend so much time with 'normal' people. His only solution is to practically smother you when you leave the real world to join him in his digital cave. Despite the fact his hair flares pink at the ends, he'll tug you into his lap while he games or let you smear as many affectionate kisses to his scarlet cheeks as you want to make up for all the jealousy he feels in your absence.
When Malleus gets jealous, it suddenly becomes everyone's problem. Spend just a little too much time hanging out with Ace and Deuce? He's now sulking outside of your window at ramshackle like a jilted lover - in the middle of torrential rain no less, ignoring the fact he was the one who caused it. He shows up at your lessons to stand waiting outside the door, hiding the tiniest smirk when your terrified classmates scuttle away at the sight of him, meaning he can press a chivalrous kiss to the inside of your wrist and whisk you away before anyone else gets the chance. He's reluctant to rudely interrupt when someone is stealing all your attention, but that doesn't mean he won't stand in the distance with a frown resembling that of a neglected puppy, at least until you desert your company to smooth the crease between his brows away.
Epel likes to pretend he doesn't get jealous - even as he practically turns green when someone has the audacity to even speak to you, let alone flirt. It's worse when they're both taller and more 'manly' looking than him - he can't help but feel a little insecure - which ends up manifesting in him running over and practically lifting you into his arms, shouting something about how his partner doesn't need a 6ft beastman when they have him. He'll feel embarrassed later, but that all goes away when you tell him he's the only man for you - and maybe reassure him about how strong he is. (Yes he is that easy).
Less jealous, more territorial, Leona doesn't hesitate to drag you away from whoever you're talking to if he so feels like it. It doesn't bother him to be rude, you're his mate, that gives his presence priority above all others really. You never seem to mind anyway, giggling at how possessive he can be sometimes despite the fact you two have been official for long enough that its obvious you're not going anywhere. Still, like the lion he is, he takes his sweet time biting and marking you in the most visible places - just so any herbivore who thinks they can get close knows exactly who they're challenging, if the scent of him clinging to you wasn't a clear enough message.
Jamil gets jealous more often than you'd think, he's just adept enough at regulating his emotions that he never lets it show. He's too busy to play the hero every time someone talks to you and even if he was, that's a little too unhealthy for his tastes. Instead he'll settle for watching from afar, secretly grinning to himself every time he sees you recoil after a poorly worded comment from another student lands wrong or, even better, when you ditch your current company to go see what he's doing instead. It's a little petty, but who would know?
A/N: sigh twst my 1 true love… also I will not be apologising for the person I become when twst s2 comes out 😛
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