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WHATEVER YOU LIKE !

words; 0.6k (~150 each} tags[#]; pre-established relationship, gn!reader, fluff, purposeful lowercase

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LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

leona doesn’t particularly care for sweets, but that won’t stop him from swallowing down each and every one you place in front of him. you have an odd habit of buying odd candy’s from sam’s shop. candy that you would only find in small, local-owned businesses in rural communities. somehow they’ve ended up available to night raven students. you say the tastes remind you of the ones back home. that doesn’t stop your face from scrunching up whenever you bite into one.

personally, he doesn’t really like the way they taste. too sugary and manufactured for his royal stomach. you say that’s the appeal.

if anyone were to find out that he, leona kingscholar, is allowing a herbivore like you to shove candy into his mouth, he would surely be the laughing stock of his dorm.

however, the look on your face when he shares the same expression as you, grossed out and puckered, is worth more than any gossip can do to him.

EPEL FELMIER

epel doesn’t like being treated like a doll, he already is at pomefiore. picked and prodded at until deemed fit. yet, he instinctively stills when you bring the fabric up to his body, measuring it with a concentrated look on your face. you’ve taken up the hobby of sewing. you grab old cloth from around the dorm; curtains, bedsheets, towels. anything you can get your hands on.

contrarily to popular belief, epel likes being your mannequin. it’s almost relaxing watching you. he likes the cute look on your face when he compliments one of your creations or whenever you manage to get the measurements right on the first try.

all things considered, epel doesn’t really need new clothes, his closest filled to the brim with a mixture of attire from back home and whatever vil handpicked out.

he’ll still gladly take what you give him. each article created with love and care, uneven patchwork, different fabric sewn together to make one beautiful creation.

he might get yelled at by his roommate for taking too much space in the closest but that won’t stop him from cherishing each and every piece.

IDIA SHROUD

idia never would have thought an atypical, normie romance would be for him. watching couples in public would make him cringe. it’s even worse when one of those highly fantasized and unrealistic romance movies come on. yuck! he would rather stick with romantic visual novels.

yet, when you lay next to him, laughing about something stupid the male lead did, he can’t help but echo your reaction.

unlike idia, you enjoy a romcom or two. you say they’re similar to the ones back home. follow the same format.

the couples still make him cringe. the third act break up still makes his jaw tighten in annoyance. the cheesy music that plays at the end credits is grating. but, with you curled up besides him how could he ever vocalize this?

you’re happy enough for two people and that’s good enough for him.

SEBEK ZIGVOLT

sebek is very particular about his hair. he needs to look his best as a knight of malleus after all! though, he is not immune to the ways of his partner.

you like to run your fingers through his hair no matter the time of day. first thing in the morning when it’s freshly jelled? he always carries extra with him. the evening when it’s down and he’s going to bed? he doesn’t mind spending a little more time brushing in the morning.

when he asks, you say it’s relaxing and sebek would be lying if he said it didn’t the same effect on him.

if any of the freshmen were to see this they would certainly tease him, yet, even if he denies it, you both know the truth.

sebek could never say no to you.

why are the sprites for the ramshackle ghosts wearing their hoods on the eng server?? glitch?

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KISS ME BENEATH THE MILKY TWILIGHT !

words; 1.6k (400~ words each) tags[#]; fluff, pre-established relationships, yuu!reader, 2nd pov

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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

How did you get so lucky? Resting your head on your open palm, you admired the redhead in front of you. His face was twisted in concentration, but the twitch of his eye every so often told you that frustration was slightly building. There must have been a lot of questions Ace and Deuce had gotten wrong on the mock exam he had given them. To everyone else, when Riddle got like this it was a sign to run away, but not to you. It was like you and him were opposite charges in the way you were attracted to him.

The red pen in his hand got more frantic with each page turned as did the furrow in his brow. Now was a good time to step in.

As quiet as a mouse, you stood up from your chair, tiptoeing over to his side. Up this close, you couldn't help but internally coo at how cute your boyfriend was. Not able to contain yourself any longer, you grasped his cheek pressing a firm kiss to it. Riddle froze, pen slipping between his fingers.

Sharply turning to you, his face turned as red as his hair. He spoke your name, voice an octave higher than usual. "What brought that on? I-I'm busy--" You pressed a kiss between his eyebrows, where a wrinkle was just a moment prior.

Pulling away, a laugh escaped you at his confused and flustered face. Though it quickly turned to something warmer. "You're gonna give yourself a conniption fit." Looking down at the papers in front of him, you cringed, seeing the amount of pen on the pages. Picking them up from his line of sight, you studied it. "While these aren't the...best. You shouldn't get so riled up. Let's take a break."

Riddle cleared his throat, regaining some sense of a composure. Internally, he debated your words. Always having trouble pulling himself away from his work. “Perhaps you're right." He glanced at the clock. "It's almost time for tea. Would you like to have it in the rose garden?"

He stood up, offering you his hand.

"I would like that very much." You pressed a final kiss against his lips, a silent thank you.

DEUCE SPADE

Deuce always had a hard time with learning and while his determination to become a honor student was noble, it didn’t change the truth.

You had sat on his bed, him at his desk. The room was silent, all his roommates were out, only the sound of the odd Heartslabyul clock ticking. This had been the setup for the last hour. Deuce had his head firmly in a textbook, and you, wanting to keep your boyfriend company, sat nearby, waiting for him to finish or at the very least ask for help.

You could see from the stiffness of his shoulders and the slowing movement of his pen that it hadn’t been going well. In comparison to the rest of the student body, Deuce was more expressive with his feelings, it had been one of the reasons you had fallen for him, though that didn’t meant he was completely open. With a sigh, you set down your phone, feet softly patted against the wood boards as you peaked over his shoulder. The hand that wasn’t gripping his pen was in his hair, tightly holding strands of hair, pulling it at random intervals.

Frowning, you placed your hands on his shoulders, massaging with the best of your ability. His jolted, but quickly relaxed upon the realization it was you. The pen fell from his hand, shoulders sagging as his hand reached up to lay over yours.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” you murmured, lips ghosting over the side of his head. Deuce hummed, something noncommittal. His brows furrowed, a self-deprecating comment on the tip of his tongue. You didn’t allow him to vocalize it. “Doing this all at once is going to stress you out.”

Deuce deflated in your hold, knowing your words were true, any anger fizzling out and turning to something more mellower. Disappointment.

Not wanting to let it fester, you turned your boyfriend towards you, leaning down so that you were face-to-face.

“Don’t you think a kiss will make you feel better? Who knows it might help you concentrate.” A twinkle formed in your eye as Deuce downtrodden expression turned embarrassed. His face flushed, arms hovering over his visage.

“W-Where’s this coming from?” You giggled, which only edged him on even more. “You’re trying to embarrass me!”

Laughter finally ceasing, your eyes softened. Staring at your boyfriend, you lifted a hand to his cheek, he instinctively leaned into it, red-face be damned.

“Do you want a kiss?” He nodded.

Who were you to deny your sweet boyfriend?

RUGGIE BUCCHI

Underneath the table your legs swayed back and forth. An unstopping rhythm as your eyes scanned the restaurant, looking for a particular face. The menu untouched. You already knew what you wanted. The Monstro Lounge was no stranger to you.

You straightened your back as a server approached, turning your head, you attempted to look nonchalant. He stood in front of the table, silent for a moment before laughter that could only come from one person sounded out.

“Shishishi~ I’m supposed to be getting your order but I don’t wanna interrupt.”

“Oh no,” you hummed, cheekily turning towards him. “I was just waiting for the cute waiter to come up to me and ask for my order.”

Ruggie leaned down towards you, faces only inches apart. His hair is out of his face, brushed back in a way that made him look like a prince. You have the strong urge to smooch the space between his eyebrows and hairline. But you don’t, keeping the allusion of disinterestedness.

“Ah, my mistake. Point out to me who it is and I’ll call them over. Wouldn’t want to leave a customer unsatisfied.”

“He’s right overrr…” You drag out the R as your finger points at a random direction. You seem his glance in the area before your finger snaps to the boy in front of you. “Here!”

There’s silence for a moment. It’s painfully cheesy. Ruggie closed his eyes while your lips twitched. Suddenly you two burst into laughter. Loud enough that the students in the booth in front of you peered over.

Laughter slowing, Ruggie wiped the corner of his eyes with gloved fingers. Tilting his head like an adorable puppy as he regarded you.

“My break’s in 30 minutes.” Your eyes brightened as he straightened his posture, returning to a professional mask. “Now what can I get for you today.”

“A kiss.” The statement is so blunt that it makes your boyfriend blink in surprise. You grab his tie, pulling him down to your height and placing a quick kiss on his lips, letting go immediately. The action was so quick that nobody would have noticed unless their attention was directed at the two of you. Ruggie snapped back to his original standing position, face flushed. A shaky smile playing on his lips. “Oh, and a milkshake please.”

Ruggie coughed out laughter, adjusted his hat and tie before saluting you.

“Aye, Aye Captain!” You fondly watched as he walked away, a pep in his step that wasn’t there before.

SILVER

Even before you and Silver started dating you had given him an open invite to Ramschakle. Unlike many others you knew, he wouldn't destroy the place if left alone and also because you would rather have not him sleep on the lawn, scaring the life out of you when you came home.

If he ever wanted to take a nap, you implored him to use your bed. It was the most comfortable piece of furniture you owned along with being in the best condition.

So, when you returned home early and saw a pair of familiar shoes at the door, you gleefully had run up the stairs. Giddy to see the pretty boy peacefully sleeping on your bed. You were rather disappointed when you had not seen Silver fast asleep, curled up in your sheets, but rather an empty, messy bed you hadn't made in the morning.

Making the bed, you had sulkily walked back downstairs, fingers already typing a message to your boyfriend that he must have forgotten his shoes when he left. Your feet stopped in place as you passed by the guest room, door slighty ajar. You did not have time to ponder if you had accidentally left it open before you saw a flash of silver hair. Peaking your head in, there he laid. Curled to one side, legs tucked up to his chest, an attempt to make himself fit on the shabby couch you had thrown in there after the renovation.

While a tad annoyed that he didn't listen to you, it didn't last long as you stepped closer, crouching next to the couch. You could never stay upset at Silver when he looked so at peace.

That didn't stop you from repeatedly poking his cheek with your index finger, awaiting a movement. Typically, such an action wouldn't have stirred the boy, but Silver seemed to have some sort of detector to your presence.

He arouse with a soft hum, eyes blinking open to meet your face only a few inches away.

"...Hello." He whispered, voice still deep with sleep.

"Hi."

Slightly lifting himself up, he leaned into you, pressing a soft kiss against you lips. You cheerfully accepted, giggling against him.

Once parted, you ran your fingers through his hair. "I told you that you could sleep in my bed." Silver's lips pulled downwards, but you quickly kissed it away. Now more awake, his eyes widened as you pulled away, a pink hue on his cheeks contrasting the rest of his face. "It's always open for you, okay?"

"...Okay."

UNEDITED

a/n: how does one write good dialogue

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—THE SECRETARY

NOTES — office au, spy au(?), slightly ooc leona, an attempt to stick to canon as closely as possible, written almost a year ago

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Leona wouldn't be considered the most scrupulous employee at Sunset Health. His suit was always crumpled, in need of an ironing. His tie was never properly done, always loose or thrown somewhere he couldn't bother to remember. His hair was misplaced, showing that he had just woken up from a deep slumber. His attitude was less than subpar. Leona was blunt at best and arrogant at worst. The lower employees scuttered around whenever he walked by.

But, it would be a cold day and hell before Leona Kingscholar would be considered a bad employee. He was meticulous. Always got the job done on time. Never a trace of a mistake. He knew what loopholes to jump through and when to jump through them. He was perceptive, not even the tiniest detail escaped his sharp eye.

It came with the title of second son.

Since the moment Leona could keep his eyes open he knew what he was. The second son of the Kingscholar family. A spare. Something that would only hold importance if something ever happened to Falena. And, for awhile, that kept him afloat. Knowing that there was a chance, that maybe, one day, he could run the company in place of his brother.

Then Cheka was born.

The fantasy quickly died.

Their father had fallen ill soon after. Falena had taken his place and Leona fate was firmly sealed.

Falena, of course, had taken notice, and had seen to it that his brother was firmly busy. An attempt to make him feel like he was important. That he mattered. Leona had seen right through it.

Leona sighed, running a hand through his hair as he made his way to his office, a manilla folder tucked firmly under his arm. He didn't spare his secretary a glance as they shakily attempted to offer him coffee. He had told his brother that he didn't need any help, Falena thought otherwise.

His office was in the back, isolated from the rest of the floor. It was a bit of a walk, but, ultimately, he enjoyed being away from anyone else.

Leona’s mind wandered, going from how he was going to get his work done to when he was going to be able to get in a nap. He twisted the doorknob to his office, only half paying attention.

This week, he was stuck with checking the budget along with overseeing the marketing department’s new strategy. Lucky him. He stepped into the room. A part of him wanted to just drop it all and forget about it, but he knew when it came to business Falena wou—

Leona looked up. It was an intriguing sight. A panel of the ceiling was gone, leading into a ventilation duct. The metal covering was open. A thin brown rope descended from the duct. However, the most interesting part, was what the rope held. A person dressed in all back was hanging directly over his desk, the rope wrapped around their midsection. They flailed around, one hand tugging at the rope, while the other held a small USB. They continued to struggle, to no avail, until—

CRASH

The rope finally gave out. The intruder came smashing down onto his desk, directly onto his expensive laptop. They groaned, rolled onto the ground, and began coughing.

The Sunset Health Company was the biggest healthcare provider in the country. Affordable rates along with good service had been perfected over generations. Being seen as a ‘family company’ had made consumers come running. It had also made it a prime target for other businesses to sink their teeth into. They had been seen as big, but weak. Easily manipulated.

Leona blankly stared at the scene in front of him. This wasn’t the first time someone had broken into the main building, but it was the first time someone has had the guts to break into his office. He knew he should run out and call security. Tell them that someone was trying to steal information. Who knew what this person would be capable of. If it got out that information had been stolen it would ruin the company’s reputation.

But a small part of him was curious about this failure of a spy. Someone who has crashed and burned without realizing that they had been caught in the act.

Leona closed the door behind him.

The spy shot up from their spot on the floor. Holding out their USB defensively like some sort of weapon.

They were held in an awkward staring contest. The intruder, stiffly holding on to their weapon of choice, and Leona, hands in pockets, folder still tucked underneath his arm, tiredly blinking back at them.

Leona titled his head. He already knew this burglar was inept, but really? It’s like they were asking to get caught. Were foreign companies really that desperate that they were just sending anyone?

Leona couldn’t make out their face due to the ski mask, but based on the way they practically jumped out of their skin from his small movement he knew that they somehow had managed to become the victim in this crime.

Slowly, Leona adjusted himself, as if he was preparing for an attack. The burglar took a few nervous steps back, eyes darting between the desk, Leona, and the open vent. Were they really calculating if they could make the 10 foot jump?

With an annoyed sigh, Leona spun on his heels, slowly walking out of his office and closing the door behind him.

He could faintly hear the sound of all hell breaking loose. Looks like they attempted the useless endeavor. Leona shuffled down the hallway, counting the seconds until he got to a number high enough.

Even if this “spy” managed to hack his laptop it would be useless. There wasn’t anything on it anyways.

His secretary stilled when he got close, blankly staring at the computer screen in front of them, hands ghosting over the keys.

As nonchalantly as possible Leona leaned on the secretary’s desk, half yawning as he spoke.

“Call security. Someone broke into my office.” The secretary gaped at him.

He walked off, hands behind head while his secretary hesitantly inputted the numbers into the office phone to call security.

Leona wished the best of luck to that failure of a spy. They were going to need it. He felt something akin to pity. He would be surprised if they made it out of the building.

Leona was shocked. When security had hauled ass upstairs and into his office he had expected the intruder to be laying on the floor, accepting their fate, but lo and behold, there was no one there. The only evidence that someone had been there at all was the crack in the ceiling panel.

A quick investigation had shown that nothing had been stolen from his laptop. Based on what Leona had heard after he first left his office, he had no doubt that they didn’t even attempt to steal anything, rather just dead set on getting out.

He had been questioned, gave his statement (while leaving out the part about him purposely waiting a long time to officially report it) and that had been that.

Well, at least he wished that had been the end of it. The longer, more meticulous investigation had unveiled that his secretary was actually a double agent. Secretly taking small bit of information and selling it to a third-party source. Just his luck. They had been quickly disposed of (fired) and were never to be seen again (blacklisted), also maybe doing some time (in jail). Leona didn't bother to keep up with it, he wasn't exactly fond of his former secretary anyways.

But, with his workload he wasn't allowed to be without a one, Falena words, and with a more thorough background check, a gaggle of fresh secretaries were presented to him.

Leona groaned just as the door closed behind the last applicant. Closing his eyes and massaging his temples. This was going nowhere. These applicants were too…uppity. They knew that they were the best and boldly flaunted it. The door opened again and Leona mentally prepared himself for another round of questions and sparkly too good answers from the applicant. The new arrival shuffled over to his desk and wordlessly sat down on the chair in front of it.

Leona raised an eyebrow, lifting his head to get a look at the applicant. No handshake? No introduction. How unprofessional.

Their outfit was similar to what the others wore, formal business wear, their shirt and pants ironed to perfection. Not a single hair out of place. The air of professionalism was immediately booted by their body language. They sat stiff as a board, eyes wildly looking around his office as they fiddled with the briefcase that was flat in their lap.

Leona tilted his head, a grin slowly forming on his face. Leona had worked in this business long enough to be able to recognize who knew what they were doing. While being nervous was quite normal for a job interview of this caliber you had to know how to hide it.

You were the exception it seemed.

He shuffled around the files on his desk until he came across yours.

You were young, around his age. Had graduated top of your class. Worked at a few firms in a secretarial position with a letter of recommendation to boot. Squeaky clean background. Almost too clean. Everything about your file stated that you would be perfect for the job.

But for someone like you, with years of experience, wouldn’t you have been more put together? Eventually, Leona looked up from the file to you, ready to actually start the interview, but your attention was elsewhere.

Your eyes were locked onto the ceiling panel right above his head, tracing the small crack that the “spy” had left. Then, your face twitched, so subtly that he almost didn’t catch it.

Oh?

When you sensed his stare you snapped your head back down, giving him a smile that was too wide.

He could work with this.

Almost as if sensing your mistake you shot up shoving a hand in his face.

“M-My name is—“

“You’re hired.”

“Wh-What?”

Even with your suspicious attitude you were exactly what he needed for this pitiful job.

A/N: I wrote this in the summer of last year, planned on making it longer/a short series but that never came to fruition. However I didn’t want this to wait in my drafts collecting dust so here it is slightly revamped!

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“get in the car and drive cause you’re my—!”

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while at first glance jack howl might seem like a hardass, a stickler for rules in a school that actively breaks them, and someone that you’ll have to twist their arm for them to admit you’re friends.

and well, yes, they wouldn’t be wrong, jack is also quite caring.

wolves are pack animals, loyal, always moving together. you were allies during the spelldrive incident, so perhaps you fit into the requirements.

maybe that’s why he follows you into the lions den that is octavinelle. maybe that’s why he still lends a helping hand even after he sternly advised you not to sign azul’s contract and you did the exact opposite. maybe that’s why he provides you a shelter when you’re thrown out of your home.

or maybe, jack howl’s feelings are a tad stronger than platonic.

but he’ll just explain it as paying you back for everything you’ve done.

yet, every future predicament, every problem you manage to stumble into, he’s right there, a firm hand on your back keeping you upright. while he can be harsh, cold at times (rightfully) scolding you for reckless actions, he still stands besides you, solving the problem as if it were something he strongly believed in (while it couldn’t be farther from the truth).

you’re grateful for his help, he firmly secures himself in your good graces as well as the friend group.

as one of the more…level-headed members of the freshman group, you tend to levitate towards him during tense situations and he’s one of the first people you go to for advice.

( as long as you aren’t crossing any crazy lines ) he doesn’t tell you what to do, rather pushing you towards what you truly want.

so when you confide in him about thinking of confessing to a student he’s only vaguely heard of, he doesn’t let his emotions control him. jack bites his tongue and saying the words that’ll no doubt shove you in the direction towards confessing, he pushes down any feeling of bitterness. doesn’t matter your decision, he’ll stand by your side no matter what.

that’s just the way he is. he’ll play the part of the strong loyal wolf, a protector, a friend, but never something more to you.

and as demeaning as it may be, jack finds himself being alright with that. even when you get together with the nameless student your relationship doesn’t change. in fact, it might be even stronger.

he’s still the first person by your side whenever something goes wrong, still running along with the baffling situations you get yourself in. and while the stinging in his chest never completely fades, it lightens whenever he sees you happy, even if it’s not with him.

of course, when your boyfriend inevitably breaks your heart—as most villains do—jack’s right there. while ace, deuce, and epel might want to tear your ex a new one, already halfway out the door, jack waits for what you want.

if you want revenge, he’ll stand by your side, being a purveyor of justice like everyone jokes he is, or if you want to wallow in your sorrow, he won’t let you get too down, comforting you by getting your mind off the topic at hand.

( albeit in an awkward fashion, a small part of him wishing he was with the group that’s no doubt paying your ex a visit )

no matter what, he’ll remain by your side.

when you eventually heal, your eyes are opened. and when you go to jack again about wanting to confess once more to a student you don’t name, he stills, ears slightly flattening. he gives you a word of advice, but still pushes you onwards, respecting your decision. he chokes on the feelings that are always just on the verge of spilling out.

and when on a cool afternoon you embrace him and confess that, he, yes him jack howl, is who’ve you fallen for he can’t stop the large smile that blooms on his face nor the warm, tingly feeling that spreads in his chest.

your relationship doesn’t change much, he’s still a “ride or die” as you gleefully call him, you still go to him for advice, he still entangles himself in the whirlwind that your life.

but now together. hand in hand.

jack howl is a lot of things, stubborn, loyal, harsh, kind, and with his hand in yours, he’s smitten.

Inspired by jack making yuu’s problems his problems during bk3

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Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

SERIES—

𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞! 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲

DORMS—

Heartslabyul

Savanaclaw

Octavinelle

Scarabia

Pomefiore

Ignihyde

Diasomnia

Ramshackle

Night Raven Collage

Royal Sword Academy

MISCELLANEOUS ONESHOTS —

SEVEN DAYS A WEEK

— Being a magical girl is no easy job, especially when you have seven villains that get really under your skin. Don’t even get you started on the increasingly annoying underlings!

I guess I’m stuck forever by the glue, oh and you! ​

— the abrupt, intimate friendship between the body guards of the crown prince of briar valley and the magicless prefect after the events of malleus’ overblot; observed by the students of night raven collage.

roommates, oh roommates, what a bother!

— you don’t like your roommates, they don’t like you. three times in which you quarrel, and the one time it’s not so bad.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀HEARTSLABYUL

riddle rosehearts - ⸝⸝ off with your head ⸝⸝

I'll Die if I Wither in Your Memory

fight, flight, or freeze [ sophomore ver. ]

kiss me beneath the milky twilight !

trey clover - ⸝⸝ paint the roses ⸝⸝

cater diamond - ⸝⸝ split card ⸝⸝

ace trappola - ⸝⸝ joker snatch ⸝⸝

a fierce competitor

when you get into a fight

and the world keeps spinning

fight, flight, or freeze [ freshman ver. ]

deuce spade - ⸝⸝ double down ⸝⸝

teenage dirtbag!

when you get into a fight

fight, flight, or freeze [ freshman ver. ]

kiss me beneath the milky twilight !

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⠀⠀⠀SAVANACLAW

leona kingscholar - ⸝⸝ king's roar ⸝⸝

the secretary

whatever you like!

ruggie bucchi - ⸝⸝ laugh with me ⸝⸝

one-sided competition

fight, flight, or freeze [ sophomore ver. ]

kiss me beneath the milky twilight !

jack howl - ⸝⸝ unleash the beast ⸝⸝

fight, flight, or freeze [ freshman ver. ]

“get in the car and drive cause you’re my—!”

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⠀⠀OCTAVINELLE

azul ashengrotto - ⸝⸝ it's a deal ⸝⸝

fight, flight, or freeze [ sophomore ver. ]

jade leech - ⸝⸝ shock the heart ⸝⸝

fight, flight, or freeze [ sophomore ver. ]

floyd leech - ⸝⸝ bind the heart ⸝⸝

fight, flight, or freeze [ sophomore ver. ]

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⠀⠀⠀SCARABIA

kalim al-asim - ⸝⸝ oasis maker ⸝⸝

fight, flight, or freeze [ sophomore ver. ]

jamil viper - ⸝⸝ snake charmer ⸝⸝

fight, flight, or freeze [ sophomore ver. ]

I'll Die if I Wither in Your Memory

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⠀⠀POMEFIORE

vil schoenheit - ⸝⸝ fairest one of all ⸝⸝

rook hunt - ⸝⸝ arrow afar ⸝⸝

is it cold out?

epel felmier - ⸝⸝ crimson slumber ⸝⸝

fight, flight, or freeze [ freshman ver. ]

whatever you like!

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀IGNIHYDE

idia shroud - ⸝⸝ gate to the underworld ⸝⸝

the aquarium

whatever you like!

ortho shroud - ⸝⸝ ortho beam ⸝⸝ [ PLATONIC ]

fight, flight, or freeze [ freshman ver. ]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DIASOMNIA

malleus draconia - ⸝⸝ fae maleficence ⸝⸝

" when did you get hot? "

A Fierce Competitor

any day now

lilia vanrouge - ⸝⸝ far cry cradle ⸝⸝

I'll Die if I Wither in Your Memory

silver - ⸝⸝ meet in a dream ⸝⸝

oneshots // headcanons

fight, flight, or freeze [sophomore ver]

annoyingly beautiful

kiss me beneath the milky twilight !

drabbles // > 1000 words

my favorite genre of fic is just the first years + silver

sebek zigvolt - ⸝⸝ living bolt ⸝⸝

fight, flight, or freeze [ freshman ver. ]

i'll have to see it with my own two eyes!

whatever you like!

[itsmywritingtime]

♯ ੭ 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞! 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲!◞

info; Short anecdotes of the boys’ birthdays—involving you and a homemade cupcake. ‘’ following canonical timeline.

Jamil Viper — (9 / 12)

Ace Trappola — (9/23)

Jack Howl — (10/11)

Trey Clover — (10/25)

Jade Leech — (11/5)

Floyd Leech — (11/5)

Rook Hunt — (12/2)

Idia Shroud — (12/18)

Lilia Vanrouge — (1/1)

Malleus Draconia — (1/18)

Cater Diamond — (2/4)

Azul Ashengrotto — (2/24)

Sebek Zigvolt — (3/17)

Vil Schoenheit — (4/9)

Ruggie Bucchi — (4/18)

Epel Felmier — (5/6)

Silver — (5/15)

Deuce Spade — (6/3)

Kalim Al-Asmin — (6/25)

Leona Kingscholar — (7/27)

Ortho Shroud — (8/14)

Riddle Rosehearts — (8/24)

Follows this list — with small changes

[itsmywritingtime]

♯ ੭ 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞! 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲!◞

( 9 / 12 ) — j. viper

Jamil hadn’t wanted a big birthday party, a quick phone call from his parents and begrudging text from his sister was perfectly adequate to him. However, when you’re a “friend” of Kalim, nothing is small.

That’s how he found himself running ragged, preparing, cooking, serving, at an event that’s meant to celebrate him, filled to the brim with students. He just finished refilling the punch-bowl when Kalim had picked up the microphone, silencing the two Scarabia students that were attempting to sing a bad rendition of a Vil Schoenheit song (something that Jamil was very appreciative of, not that he would ever admit it to himself), and begun prattling on about how “grateful” he was to have someone like Jamil.

The brunette couldn’t help but let a scoff escape his lips, not that anyone noticed, too engrossed in the dorm leader’s speech.

(if he’s lucky, that’ll soon be him up there giving attention-grabbing species to everyone.)

However annoying, it allowed Jamil for a brief respite.

Instinctively, his eyes searched for an error, a flaw he needed to fix before his attention was stolen again.

The decorations? Decent enough, not yet torn down. Food stocks? Enough to feed a small village. The drinks? Replenished.

Everything was up to standards. Perhaps, just for a moment, Jamil could let his eyes rest. He sat down at a nearby table, away from the hustle and bustle of the partygoers, but still close enough as to be involved if anything was needed. Resting his head on his palm, Jamil surveyed the batch of students invited.

Everyone from the dorm was given an invitation, of course. But the chorus of yellow, ruby red, and purple vests were unfamiliar to him. Other dorms. Typical. Kalim invited everyone in the vicinity, even after Jamil had insisted to keep it local.

From the corner of his eye Jamil spotted an oddity. A gray among the sea of vibrant colors.

You stood awkwardly to the side, one of the few not paying attention to Kalim, rather you stared down at a paper plate held tightly in your hands.

Jamil’s eyes gleamed with interest as you lifted your head and he recognized you as the magicless student that had caused a ruckus during the entrance ceremony. That feline direbeast of yours had set Kalim’s butt on fire (thankfully he seemed nowhere to be found). Furthermore, you had, according to rumors, played a part in the overblot of the Heartslabyul dorm leader just a week prior. A fascinating specimen.

Your gaze turned to Jamil, though quickly snapping back to the plate as you recognized his stare. Jamil clicked his tongue, face slightly burning after being caught, placing his attention back to the energetic Kalim finishing his tribute.

He didn’t notice you again until you were right in front of him, a nervous expression smirching your face. Now close enough, Jamil could finally see what was on your plate.

A cupcake, sloppy orange frosting smeared, clearly done with unsteady hands. A singular unlit candle sat on top. Jamil’s eyebrows furrowed, there weren’t any cupcakes made for the party. He wouldn’t be surprised if Kalim had hidden away a 20-layer cake somewhere, but one cupcake? Even Kalim had standards for aesthetics.

Shakily placing the plate in front of him, you immediately straightened up, biting your lip and playing with your fingers. Jamil blinked at the desert, and then up to you.

He wasn’t impressed and you could clearly tell, but he had to keep up the “nice, ever-so-helpful” vice dorm leader appearance so he opened his mouth to speak some niceties, but you beat him to it.

“Happy Birthday, Ja-Jamil!” You didn’t wait for him to respond, speed-walking and brushing past other guests to make it to the mirror that would lead back to campus.

Jamil’s mind worked a mile a minute; suspicion, annoyance, and most importantly intrigue swirled around in his mind. A chuckle rattled his body. Perhaps his plan could use one more player.

A diamond in the rough.

You could be useful, Jamil thought as he bit into the pastry.

His eyes widened,

it somehow tasted worse than it looked.

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a/n: never written for jamil before so hopefully this was somewhat accurate to his pre-overblot mindset. if not, well…you live and you learn!

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The blue light of the tank reflected across Idia’s face as he gazed at the glowing jellyfish smoothly floating through the water. There was a calmness to his face that you wouldn’t expect from him outside his room; the flames of his hair gently flickered to a lighter blue hue.

To not scare the recluse, you turned your attention back to the glass, finger ghosting over it as you followed a crab skittering across the sandy bed. Coolness radiated off the tank.

When you had invited Idia you hadn’t expected him to even entertain the idea of going out, yet, here he stood, only a few feet away from you. No tablet on or near him. Truly a sight to behold. Your eyes crinkled as the crab dug a little hole, burrowing itself half underneath.

Taking your phone out of your pocket, you fiddled with the camera, only stopping when you felt a burning sensation on the side of your head. You glanced to the side, golden eyes, dimmed by the blue stared at you. You frowned; was he already bored?

Lowering your phone, you addressed him with a hum.

“Is something wrong?” Idia tensed, any delicate features immediately vanished when his face was overtaken by a bright red. The light blue tips of his hair flashed pink.

He raised his hands to cover his face, eyes darting everywhere but you. “W-what no-no it’s just you—no um…” losing momentum, he trailed off and flatlined. Fully turning his body towards the tank, he placed the headphones that dangled on his neck over his ears, eyes bore into a passing by jellyfish. He placed his forehead against the glass, no doubt against some sort of policy, but you didn’t go to stop him.

“It’s just,” he started again, nose scrunching, “it smells like fish.” You giggled, Idia bristled but didn’t snap back at you. Lifting your phone back up, you snapped a few photos.

“Aquariums tend to.”

He was silent for a moment, he raised a finger to his mouth and bit his nail.

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” He quietly laughed, his gaze returning back to you.

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— ANY DAY NOW….the prefect sat in the fetal position in an armchair, blankly staring up at the mirror above the fireplace. the mirror reflected their image back to them, lips pulled into a thin line, dark circles weighing their eyes down, but never fully closing. a pathetic sight really, if anyone were to walk in that would surely be what they would think.

they sat motionless, awaiting any sign of stirring in the mirror. the clock ticked on, but they waited and waited, as if in a trance.

suddenly, there was a firm rapping against the wood of the door. the prefect shifted, adjusting themselves so that they were properly sitting in the chair.

“you can come in.” they spoke, their voice raspy from the lack of use. they cleared their throat just as the door softly swung open.

malleus draconia padded in, his footsteps softened by the slippers he wore. a warm, fond smile stained his face as he took in the sight of the prefect, a familiar sight to anyone who had seen the two interact. he stepped up to the armchair where the prefect sat, that smile only leaving his face when he took in the full sight of the dorm leader. they never tore their eyes from the mirror.

“are you alright, child of man? you look…” the fae used a finger to tilt their head towards him. upon making eye contact with the green-eyes man, the prefect’s irises expanded and they rapidly blinked. placing one hand on their forehead and the other on the warm hand holding their chin, a mixture of a laugh and scoff escaped their lips.

“i’m good.” they smiled up at malleus, tightening their hold against his hand, “the investigation has been keeping me up, nothing more.”

malleus hummed, a suspicious look on his face, but he didn’t push, only running a hand through the prefect’s hair. they leaned into it like a dog asking for more caresses.

“would you like to go for a excursion?” similarly to the fae, a soft smile latched onto the prefect’s face. they nodded, taking ahold of the hand that malleus held out to them.

the two swayed in each other’s hold, leaving the mirror behind.

DIVIDER : @/strangergraphics

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