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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚. Twst Yumedanshi - ꒰Cater is my bf꒱ ♪(´▽｀) Sharing 🆗‼ Shipping 🆗‼ o(￣▽￣)ｄ · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · 18 | INFP | Scarabia student at heart

[kalimspeaks]

Welcome to my madness!! \(@^0^@)/

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I am a TWST Yumedanshi, and Yume Cater. I am hypersharing, and don't mind other yumes and ships including Cater ヾ(^▽^*))) As of right now I do not take fanfiction requests. This may change in the future when I feel more inspired, but right now I'm only open to idea rambles and such- I will engage and add on to ideas I like too many characters and have too many fic ideas to know what to do with, so I will write blurbs and short fics here :p Not spoiler free, I may reblog spoilers and sneak peaks because I reblog like my life depends on it You're welcome to use asks or DMs! I love interacting with people and want to collect moots like pokemon cards ( ⓛ ω ⓛ *)

Masterlist (Currently non-existent!) （；´д｀）ゞ

Please do not repost my work to any other platform with or without credit to me, It's simply disrespectful. （︶^︶） I'd appreciate if most discussions stayed SFW when talking about characters that are minors I mostly only talk about TWST, but I also enjoy One Piece, Tokyo Mew Mew, Pokemon, Genshin, Fragaria Memories, Etc. I struggle to set a clear written boundary, but please know that I will block and/or ignore freely I'd prefer to keep things like religion and politics out of discussions as it makes me uncomfortable

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[zonkedorchid]

When someone asks what’s on my mind but I can’t say “that one scene from the mandalorian movie”

Brb going to go reread my fav fics with this in mind ✌️

[xbeababyx]

When I say “I love men in uniform” this is what I mean.

[dawnsarchive]

Heat-Seeking (Izou x Reader)

One Piece | Izou | 3.4k | Masterlist

On a ship as busy as the Moby Dick, the night watch offered a peace you would give up for very little. You loved the cool night air against your skin, adored the quiet offered in the later hours, and often spent the time alone with your thoughts.

The brisk winds brought with them a different consequence and you wandered into breakfast each morning with aching hands and fingers stiff. The warmth below deck always hit your skin in waves after hours spent above in the sea air but it never seemed to reach your hands quickly enough.

You drifted to your usual spot next to Izou, holding your hands in front of you and blowing gently over your skin. “Night watch is starting to get really cold now that we’re approaching a winter island,” you complained. “My hands have turned to ice. I think they’ll actually snap off if I move too fast.”

Izou hummed over his cup of tea, steam still drifting off the drink. “It’s hardly that cold,” he said.

You gave him a slightly unimpressed look. Then you reached out and rested your hand over one of his own. He flinched on instinct, the liquid in his cup swishing dangerously close to the rim.

“See,” you said, taking your hand back. “It’s freezing out there.”

“Do you not take a blanket or a coat with you?” he asked. “Gloves, at least?”

You smiled and rubbed your palms together. “Don’t have any good enough for the sea air. And dragging a blanket around is far too much work. But don’t worry too much about me, I’ll probably survive.”

He shook his head. “You have questionable survival skills.”

“At times,” you acknowledged.

The next morning when you joined him at breakfast, a second cup of tea waited by your usual seat. You smiled warmly at him as you picked it up, the heat seeping into your sore joints. “Thank you.”

He inclined his head toward you. “It’ll be the most effective way to keep you warm in the morning. Maybe your hands will defrost.”

You teasingly wrapped your hand around his wrist and he startled at the temperature. “We can hope.”

His eyes dropped briefly to where your fingers circled his wrist before he took another measured sip of tea as though nothing had happened at all.

It turned into a fun little game; resting your hand against him every time you returned from your night watches. He stopped startling eventually but he still gave you a look that made you laugh every time. He even started shifting his sleeve out of the way before you reached for him, subtle enough that you almost thought you imagined it the first few times.

He wasn’t the warmest person on the ship by any means. There were plenty amongst the crew who carried enough heat to chase the cold from your hands instantly. Somehow though, resting your fingers against Izou’s wrist or forearm always worked better than the tea he slid toward you every morning.

“I’m starting to believe you crawl down the side of the ship and sit with your hands in the ocean for hours,” he muttered.

“I think it’s the wind,” you said. “It’s been a little chilled.”

“I’m going to ask Marco to remove you from the night watch at this rate,” he warned. “Although you may enjoy the air, I think you’ll be far less useful once frostbite finishes claiming your limbs.”

“If I lose an arm, I’m sure he could reattach it.”

Izou gave you a firm look. “That’s decidedly not how his powers work.”

“Maybe he couldn’t with his phoenix fire but I trust that he’s a good enough doctor.”

Izou shook his head slightly. You snuck a hand under his sleeve, pressing your fingers into the warmth of his forearm. If nothing else, he was rapidly learning how to function at breakfast with one hand.

Days passed with the same routine until one morning when you wandered into breakfast and found a fine black box sitting neatly beside your cup. Dark silk ribbon had been wrapped carefully around it, the knot pristine enough that you immediately looked toward Izou.

He nudged it toward you once you approached. “For you. Seeing as you insist upon inflicting pain onto yourself.”

You frowned but lightly pulled on the ribbon. Inside the box lay a pair of perfect leather gloves, stitched in a fine, strong thread. Their rich colour was mesmerising. They were the most beautiful gloves you’d seen and you had no idea where Izou could have even gotten them from.

“These are beautiful,” you breathed out, gently lifting them from the box. “Where did you get them?”

“I commissioned them for collection prior to our arrival on the last island,” he said, not meeting your eyes. “They should fit.”

And they did. They were warm and elegant but flexible too. You ran your fingers over the back of one after you put it on, rolling your hand around to test them.

“How did you get it so perfect?” you asked.

He inclined his head, smile faint but proud. “They’ll take some time to break in but at least now you should keep all your fingers.”

You placed them carefully back into the box. “Thank you. You’re the best.”

“Try not to ascribe too much selflessness to it. This is an act of self-preservation.”

You laughed and reached for your cup of tea. The warm ceramic was a welcome balm against your still chilled fingers. It was impressive that Izou always managed to have it at perfect drinking temperature by the time you arrived.

You were halfway through breakfast when Izou glanced over at you. “Are you not cold this morning?”

“Hm?”

He nodded to your hands. “You only received the gloves now. I imagined my suffering might still last until tomorrow.”

You held your tea up for him to see. “As a thank you, I’ll give you a break from your torment,” you teased. “I did see something pretty interesting last night though. A young sea king or… at least a very small one.”

For a second, something strange flickered across Izou’s face; a slight displeasure that was smoothed away back into perfect composure immediately. He adjusted the sleeves of his kimono and nodded to you to continue.

“That’s quite unusual.”

You nodded, not quite sure what to make of his momentary unhappiness. When it didn’t come back, you brushed it off as nothing. If it truly bothered him, you assumed he would mention it eventually.

The gloves quickly became part of your usual wardrobe. The leather softened more with every wear until they fit like they had been made with your hands in mind from the start. Even on warmer days, when the sea breeze carried no bite at all, you still found yourself reaching for them before leaving your room. They were fashionable enough to suit just about any outfit and they provided a nice talking point.

Mainly because of you. You wouldn’t stop talking about them.

Everybody on the ship had heard at least one explanation about how amazing the gloves were and how much you appreciated Izou for the gift. By the third day, several members of the crew had started finishing your sentences for you whenever the subject came up.

It got to the point where, when you joined Izou and Thatch for dinner, the chef pointed a spoon at you the second you approached the table. “I don’t want to hear about the gloves. I know they’re nice but I’ve heard it enough.”

“I haven’t even said hello yet,” you protested softly.

“Because you were about to start talking about the gloves.”

Haruta snorted loudly from further down the table. “He’s right. You’ve talked about nothing else for days.”

Izou looked toward the gloves with an expression you couldn’t quite place. Not pleased but not exactly annoyed either.

Thatch noticed immediately. “Oh, now that’s interesting,” he muttered into his drink.

“Be quiet,” Izou said without missing a beat. “It’s warm enough that you don’t need gloves right now.”

“I know but they’re so soft and lovely,” you said, holding them up for him to see. “It’s not a problem, is it?”

“No, I just didn’t anticipate such enthusiasm for them.”

You smiled fondly. “They’re such a lovely gift. I appreciate them a lot.”

“They’re only gloves.”

You frowned, not having expected the sharp dismissal. You were far from the only person giving him strange looks; even Thatch had paused in his conversation with Jozu, his brows furrowed in Izou’s general direction.

“Only gloves?” he repeated.

Izou ignored him.

“But they’re so thoughtful and well-crafted,” you protested.

“You might be overstating their features. You praise them so much you would think I forged them from gold.”

“They’re the nicest thing I own.”

“I think that says a great deal more about the quality of your wardrobe then,” he said. “I should consider getting you some more articles then.”

You smiled, tension somewhat broken by his dry comment. You nudged him with your elbow gently. “Izou, they’re my favourite because you gave them to me. I would love them no matter what they were.”

Something softened briefly in Izou’s expression before he lowered his gaze toward his drink again. He hummed in acknowledgement but said nothing else about the subject.

Two days later, the gloves disappeared.

There was no way you could have lost them. You’d worn them for the first portion of the night before you went to bed. And whenever you did that, you’d always take them off and delicately put them into their box which sat atop your dresser.

But when you went to get them before breakfast, they were gone.

The box still sat where you had left it but when you pulled it open, the folded paper inside rustled empty beneath your hands. No leather. No gloves. A strange cold panic settled in your stomach almost instantly and within minutes you were dragging through your room hard enough to rattle furniture against the walls.

You went through every other person’s hammock or bunk in case it had been moved. You stuck your head into the dustiest parts of the room and got rewarded with nothing but several sneezing fits.

Your next stop was the crow’s nest where you almost gave Haruta, who was half-asleep on his watch, a heart attack. He insisted there were no gloves up there and you almost landed on Fossa when you clambered back down.

You moved across the deck with enough frantic speed that crew members had to step aside before you collided with them. Boots hammered against the wood as you cut between groups, your eyes catching desperately on every dark corner and unattended surface.

Vista caught you as you rushed out of the dining room, already planning on making your way toward the galley. You were never in there but maybe somebody else had seen it.

“Missing something?”

“My gloves,” you said. “You know, the leather ones that – ”

“I know your gloves,” he interrupted. “The ones that Izou had specifically made for you. The same pair he spent weeks planning for.”

“I mean, I don’t know about him spending weeks on them…”

“I do,” Vista reassured. “Thatch wouldn’t stop complaining about Izou hovering around the galley while organising it.”

That made it so much worse… You rubbed your arms and gave him a desperate expression. He shook his head with a slight chuckle.

“Alright, let’s see if we can find them then. I remember you wearing them last night.”

“I was,” you said with a nod. “I remember taking them to my room but I’ve looked there twice now and found nothing.”

On Vista’s instruction, more than half of the fifth division found time between their daily duties to search the entire ship for your gloves. You helped where you could, buzzing about between the group as they checked every barrel and table.

Enough people climbed into the crow’s nest that Haruta eventually leaned over the railing with murderous intent in his eyes.

“There are no gloves up here!” he shouted across the deck.

“Check again!” somebody yelled back immediately.

“I will start kicking people off this ship!”

You winced when he did so, looking around to see if Izou was anywhere to be seen.

You weren’t sure you were ready to tell him yet.

“I know you’ve lost your gloves,” Marco said when you made your way to the infirmary before you even started explaining yourself. “I don’t understand why half the ship needs to come to a halt because of it though.”

“It’s only the fifth division,” you defended.

Marco gave you a flat look. “It’s not only the fifth,” he muttered. “I’ve caught about a third of my division looking around the medical bays. Fossa just checked my office for gloves.”

“Maybe they ended up there.”

“Why would they end up there?”

“They’re really important to me, Marco. If I’ve lost them, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Have you checked the rooms?”

“Twice. Just not the commander’s quarters aside from Vista’s.”

“Why would they be there?”

“They wouldn’t but I’m leaving nowhere unchecked. Speaking of…”

Marco sighed and still allowed you to go through both his office and personal quarters despite you never having been in either before. You were also needing to avoid Izou as best you could, ducking away when you spotted him on the storage deck.

You convinced some of the other commanders to let you look through their quarters too but eventually ended up pacing empty-handed next to Vista.

“I have an idea,” he said. “But I don’t know if you actually lost them.”

“Do you think somebody could have stolen them?”

He tapped a rhythm against the hilt of a blade, his gaze scanning over the deck. “I don’t think anybody would steal them but if they were truly lost, my men should have found it by now. Did Izou simply give them to you because your hands were cold?”

“That’s what he said,” you acknowledged quietly. “Though I think he was getting tired of freezing every morning. I have watch again tonight and I’m not used to this weather anymore.”

Vista hummed, clearly thinking. “I think I know where they might be. I’ll check and keep you updated.”

Unfortunately, whatever his plan, it didn’t result in your gloves returning before evening came along. The only reprieve you got was that Izou didn’t arrive at dinner and that both reassured and panicked you in equal measure. The guilt you had about him knowing that you’d lost his precious gift weighed heavily on you.

And your night watch started out even more miserable.

Marco offered to switch your schedule for the evening but you rejected it, planning to spend your free time searching over the deck. Again.

Instead, you ended up leaning uselessly against the railing, accomplishing very little beyond staring out across the dark ocean. The wind curled relentlessly around your fingers and knuckles, cold enough now that every flex of your hands felt tight and uncomfortable without the gloves.

It was far from the coldest temperature you’d sat through but it felt all the worse.

And you were kind of missing Izou too. You weren’t used to avoiding him.

You didn’t know how long you stood, watching the ocean pass instead of actually doing what was required of you, but your mourning was interrupted by a smooth voice.

“Are you plotting the best way to get frostbite again?”

You startled; turning to find Izou standing far closer than he should have been able to get without you noticing. You must have been completely lost in your thoughts to not notice his approach – as quiet as he moved, it was still with a steady enough pace that you normally recognised his approach.

The wind shifted strands of dark hair loose across his face, silk catching briefly in the moonlight as he waited for your answer. The lantern glow from further down the deck softened the sharpness of his expression but did little to hide the quiet attention in his eyes. You smiled, a shaky and uncertain thing.

“It’s a nice evening for it,” you answered.

You wrung your hands together, joints slightly stiff from the cold. Izou’s gaze dropped to them for a second before he met your eyes.

“You look cold.”

“I am,” you admitted, slipping them behind your back on instinct. “But nothing too bad… I… I lost the gloves. I’m so sorry Izou. I searched everywhere for them and they’re nowhere. They must have gone overboard because I checked every corner of the ship.”

“I know,” he said. “I noticed how many on the ship were looking for them today.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologised again. “I tried my hardest to keep them safe.”

“Don’t apologise. There’s nothing to be so upset over. They’re only gloves.”

You brought your hands back around to breathe on them, pressing your palms together. “I know but I appreciated how warm they kept me. And they saved your arms too.”

Izou sighed, stepping closer smoothly. “I hardly complained about it though I fear on a night like this, my sleeves may not provide you with enough warmth at all.”

“It’s really okay,” you said with a small laugh. “I’m not losing fingers yet.”

His gaze lingered on your hands for a moment too long and then he held out his hand. “I’m not certain we should take that chance. After all, you clearly have poor circulation.”

You almost laughed but rested your palm carefully against his. His hand was far warmer than the night air, heat sinking quickly into your stiff fingers. Before you could pull away again, Izou stepped closer and guided your hand toward his waist, settling it lightly against the overlapping silk of his kimono.

Your heart stuttered almost to a stop, breath catching.

“Unless I’ve misunderstood your interest?”

His words were softer now, not quite unsure but still testing. As though he was waiting on you for an answer you’d yet to give.

“No,” you said, a little too fast and a little too honest. “I mean… that’s… thank you.”

You hesitated for a second before moving your hand properly. Your fingertips dragged lightly over the cool silk first, testing, before slipping beneath the edge of the fabric. The warmth of his skin startled you almost as much as the quiet breath Izou drew in. You immediately tried to move back but he caught your wrist before you could do so.

“Sorry,” you said. “I know it’s cold.”

“That’s why we’re doing this in the first place,” he said. “You already reach under my clothing all the time to touch my arms. I’m surprised this embarrasses you.”

A nervous chuckle slipped out before you could stop it. “This is very different to that.”

“Is it?”

You unfurled your fingers, pressing your hand gratefully against his warm side. You could feel his breathing beneath your palm, the steady rise and fall of his very well-muscled chest moving softly. Your heart stuttered dangerously hard in your chest but you managed to get yourself to breathe.

Izou leaned closer until his forehead rested lightly against yours. The gesture was so careful it made your chest ache. At some point, his free hand had found your other one too, fingers threading slowly through yours despite the cold still clinging to your skin.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The ship creaked softly around you and somewhere higher above, the sails shifted against the wind. Izou’s fingers remained loosely threaded with yours, steady and warm.

“I made a mistake,” he admitted. “Two, if only one that I truly regret.”

“What do you mean?”

“I shouldn’t have given you those gloves,” he said. “I thought they would help you stay warm but failed to realise you would seek me out less in return.”

You smiled at that. “They were very nice gloves though. I liked them a lot.”

“I noticed that today. I’m considering returning them but I’ll only do so if you promise that you’ll continue to come to me when you’re cold.”

“Wait, you took them?”

“I thought that would be obvious.”

You huffed, unable to find space in your heart for any emotion other than relief. “Izou, that’s terrible. I was worried sick.”

“And I’m sorry for that but I don’t regret this outcome. Do you?” You laughed and tilted your chin a little closer to him. “Not at all.”

Tags: @miwn8 ; @aceincase

[sniperisland]

just checking :)

[loopeyfluff]

@saraisanamazingcow

@originalweird

u guys have GOT to see this...

[unpretty]

pro tip “he freed his erection” is the most useful phrase in any smut writer’s arsenal because it means never having to figure out a dude’s pants situation. how did he do it? were there zippers? buttons? some kind of bizarre lacing situation? maybe he cut off his pants with scissors. maybe it was a wizard. maybe it busted out like the hulk busts out of his shirts. no one knows. no one cares. his dick is out now and that is all that matters. thank you helpful dick wizard.

[anphivenas]

(wrinkled and dying from laying eggs) tbhhhh dubstep was better in 2009 (lays another egg) there has honestoy not been another producer like Benga (stress from that last egg makes me go blind) my eggs , where are my eggs

[creepymutelilbugger]

The bar for what a normal post is on this site is so fucked compared to everywhere else

[dailycatsblog]

[cornycornbread]

why kalim works better as an nrc student (and not rsa)!

something i see a lot is people saying kalim would fit better in rsa, that he’s too kind or too harmless for nrc. and i get where that comes from on a surface level

but the more you actually look at his character, the less that idea holds up

because kalim isn’t ‘too good’ for nrc

he’s exactly the kind of character nrc is built for

a lot of this starts in book 4

that’s the first time kalim is forced to confront the reality of his situation with jamil. before that, he benefits from the system without really questioning it. he’s kind, he’s generous, but he’s also completely unaware of what that kindness looks like from jamil’s side

and that is a flaw

not a malicious one, but a real one

book 4 doesn’t just exist for jamil’s breakdown, it’s also the start of kalim’s awareness. and what’s important is that this doesn’t happen in a vacuum. it happens because he’s surrounded by people who don’t treat him like untouchable royalty

octavinelle makes him work

ramshackle doesn’t cater to him

nrc as a whole doesn’t bend around him the way his home life does

and that’s what forces him to start understanding, even if it’s only a little at first

you can’t just “step into jamil’s shoes,” but kalim does start realizing that his position affects other people in ways he never considered

and that’s exactly why nrc matters for him

because nrc isn’t just about villains or pride, it’s about characters with flaws being put in an environment where those flaws are constantly challenged

and kalim does have flaws

he’s pushy

not in an aggressive way, but in a way that comes from privilege. he’s used to getting what he wants, used to people accommodating him, used to things working out in his favor. he doesn’t see it as forceful, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t

and that ties directly back to his inspiration

the sultan isn’t a villain, but he isn’t flawless either. he’s well-meaning, but he makes decisions for others without fully considering them. he pushes jasmine toward marriage because he believes it’s right, not because he understands what she wants

kinda familiar, don’t you think?

kalim operates in that same space. he cares, but his care doesn’t always account for other people’s autonomy

and if you put someone like that in rsa?

nothing challenges it

rsa is an environment where kalim would succeed easily. he’d be liked, praised, and probably placed in positions where his behavior is rewarded instead of questioned

which sounds nice, until you realize it means he’d never have to change

nrc, on the other hand, doesn’t let him stay comfortable

people push back. people don’t automatically agree with him. people are stronger, sharper, more willing to call things out. even moments like leona’s speech to jamil in book 6 highlight something kalim also needs to learn

that effort, power, and growth actually matter

that you don’t just get to exist at the top without being challenged

and kalim needs that

not because he’s a bad person, but because he’s been raised in a system that never required him to question himself

nrc gives him that opportunity

it forces him to see beyond his own perspective, to understand the consequences of his actions, to exist in a space where he isn’t automatically right just because of who he is

and that’s what makes it good for him

kali​​m isn’t out of place in nrc

he’s exactly where he needs to be to grow

[egophiliac]

when you meet your bff's other friend group and you start to realize why they haven't introduced you yet. 😔

bonus:

[pinnipetal]

(absolutely haunted expression, 1000 yard stare) Do yuo want to play with me this weekend

[waterthatsmoe]

OPEN TO READ MORE ABOUT THIS SHOOP 🐏

Introducing Damon Belladonna [twisted from Dawn Bellweather]

He's currently a 2nd year savannaclaw student and currently trying to transfer to Pomefiore, though it seems like Leona is refusing to let him go join Vil?!

He wants to be seen a cute and meek, but carnivorous beastmen students seem to always bring out the worst in him 👎 Leona, especially, pisses him off the most.

This features his first week as a savannaclaw student in his first year. He has built himself quite the reputation (for worse) within the dorm since then.

____________________________________

Please note that is NOT a yumeship

Leona is only here to be pretty and help show Damon's shitty personality.

[egophiliac]

breaking through the RSA haze because of course I couldn't forget about Grim in his special little stripey jammies! he's ready to join us at the slumber party and stay up WAY past his bedtime (just...after he rests his eyes for a second...)

[ocean-blue-orchids]

@fiendishfan AAAAAAH

[channelsurfinng]

•┈••✦ 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎... ✦••┈•

...𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎!

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 ✧ 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺, 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖺𝗅𝗂, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗎, 𝗄𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗍𝗈

𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 - 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅. 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄. 𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂'𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ✧ 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝖻 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗁 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗅

𝗑𝗈𝗑𝗈, 𝗅𝗂𝗅 ୨୧

ever since you had gotten with chasca, nothing been the same.

you found there are many things you used to be able to do just fine, such as sleeping, for example, that are almost impossible to do without her.

you also found yourself gazing at her with nothing but infatuation in your eyes; goodness, you really were a lost cause.

she knew it, too. she felt honored in some way, honored that somebody like you would choose someone like her. it admittedly keeps her up at night and she feels nothing but gratitude whenever she looks at you, which makes your heart do somersaults and jumping jacks, it seems.

you'll never stop admiring her, and it only got stronger when she said yes to your love confession, and it got even stronger when she said yes to your marriage proposal. you believe the world would stop spinning if chasca ever died, or was taken away from you; that simply cannot happen, because the only thing that matters in your world is her.

it almost seems the way you love citlali is boarderline obsessive.

but a little secret? she feels the same way. her world revolves around you and making sure you always stay impressed and happy with her. her biggest fear, though she'll never say it, is you leaving.

you two go to extreme ends for one another. it's always her or nothing to you- if you, let's just say, can't accompany her somewhere and would have to go with somebody else, you'd simply rather not go at all. but, yet again, she's the same way.

if one of you leaves, both of your lives are over, you think. not like you'd ever try to leave her. she means far too much to you to even think about that thought.

and on her side? she thinks she'd rather be dead than not by your side as your partner, your romantic lover. it makes her feel good and gives her a sense of closure that she can feel human like this, too. the day you stop loving her will be the day you stop breathing, and maybe even after, she hopes. you belong together in every lifetime.

he caught on to your outlook as soon as you both got together, and it almost scares him.

he loves you, very much, but at the same time, he's not sure if this is what he really wants. he feels nothing more than a mere puppet, and he almost lets you treat him like one; not that you ever would, though.

and the first time you told him just a couple words, it changed his whole outlook on what your relationship meant to him.

"never leave, please. i'm not sure i could go on without you."

and after that sentence was said, the amount of love he holds for you practically doubled, but there's no way you'd ever even be able to tell. he masks it all so well, but he never pushes way your advances to hold his hand or cuddle him to sleep.

you've learned to get used to his attitude, and you're unsure if your earth would keep spinning if he ever disappeared out of your life. he wouldn't even dream of leaving, but you feel too dependent on him to even have that thought.

she doesn't feel the same as you do, but you mean so much to her either way.

in a way, she really enjoys how clingy you could get and how verbal you are with how much you love her. you make sure to remind her of that everyday to make sure she's still satisfied and still loves you the same you love her.

and goodness, does doing something as simple as even taking a walk feel wrong without her by your side. if she's not around, it feels... strange. like her absence isn't a long term lifestyle you could live with.

you truly wonder how you did it before you met her. you couldn't imagine having to fall asleep without her clinging to your arm, or slow dancing with anyone else besides her. simply, life before her isn't something you know anymore.

and you silently pray every night to all of the archons that it's a lifestyle you'll never have to relearn, because you feel you simply cannot. she's part of your day everyday, and when she's not, it's a bad day in your books.

you guys share feelings, but he's much more possessive with it than you are.

you simply just cannot imagine a world where ayato isn't in it and need to make sure he knows it, while he cannot fathom you not being around and makes sure he knows what you're doing whenever you're doing something, for example.

you show this through clinginess and admiration that you verbalize. words of i love you being said almost every moment you spend with him, and he loves it. he loves being loved.

he feels he cannot focus on work as well as he used to be able to. you feel you cannot focus on house chores and your own work like you used to. he's always on your mind, and you're always on his. him leaving would be as if the world snapped into two, you think.

and so you simply try not to think about that and simply live in the moment with him by your side. goodness, you are so in love, and he's no better.

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worry not my lord, allow me to unscrew that jar for you. i would not want for you to strain your hand or break a nail. alright. hmm. HMMMM. HNNNGRGHHHHHH. HNNGGHHHH HRRRRRGHHH. AAAAAARGHHHHHHH fucking. squire fetch me my grippy gloves

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Do you think I can request Ruggie, Leona, Malleus and Idia with the prompt of them rejecting your confession (because they didn't think they were ready, dont think that you're a good fit, etc. Even though they actually like you) and then getting jealous when they see you being a lil toooo close to someone else. Uhhh, the details and who the reader is to each character you can decide for yourself but the ending is you and them ending up together?

Sorry, if anything doesn't make sense 🥲

Harbored Love

Synopsis. Your crush rejects your confession, but they soon realize they made the wrong decision

Pairings. Leona K., Ruggie B., Idia S., Malleus D. x Gn! Reader

Contains. seperate, angst with a resolution, jealousy, wealthy/middle class reader(Ruggie), insecurities, pre overblot (Malleus), MAJOR YEARNING, possessiveness(Malleus), I apologize for how long Idia's is..., possible OOC

a/n Ooooo now this prompt piqued my interest... I'm so so sorry this took so long for me to write, I had so many ideas for this!!

(y/n)'s thought of actually confessing their love to the one and only Leona Kingscholar was intimidating. Actually doing it? A whole other story.

It was hard to catch Leona awake, or alone for that matter. He was always getting dragged around by Ruggie after trying to skip his classes for a nap or because he was starting a verbal fight with Malleus...

For (y/n) this was a lose-lose situation... but they were determined to create a winning situation! That situation being to confess to Leona, Leona reciprocates, and they start going out with each other.

When they actually confessed, things went south fast.

When (y/n) finally caught him alone and awake, he was in the school's greenhouse, just about to lay down for a warm nap. "Hey, Leona!"

He turned around, very confused by what they heck (y/n) needed him for. "If you need me for anything, I can't, I'm taking a nap." he grumbled.

"No, no, I'm not really asking a favor, it's more of a... declaration..?" They said hastily, still trying to catch their breath from the previous speed walking they had to do to catch up with the lion. Leona's eyebrow raised, waiting for them to talk.

"Okay... um, I have feelings for you, Leona." Noticing his silence, (y/n) kept talking. "It's alright if you don't feel the same or anything, I just wanted to tell you..."

Leona crossed his arms and sighed,"It's nothing against you Herbivore, I just don't think I should be in a relationship."

(y/n) merely nodded, holding back tears as they turned to walk away. "Okay... um. Sorry, I'll go now. Bye Leona."

The young man raised his hand to wave a quick goodbye before laying down among the fauna for his nap. It was to no avail, no matter how much he twisted and turned, he couldn't stop thinking about how stupid he was for rejecting the only person he could imagine being in a relationship with.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

The next day, Leona was late once again. The only reason he got up was because Ruggie had to call Jack for back up to pull him out of bed... He couldn't be caught having a first and second year wake him up no matter how much he wanted to sleep in. That would just be embarrassing...

Leona would walk as slow as possible to his classes, yawning with each step and apologizing in each class after the professor scolded him for being late once again. As he walked out of his last class of the day, walking at a sloth's pace, he sniffed out (y/n). He then heard them giggling...

As he looked over to where they were, he saw them with some random student that didn't look like any of their other friends. The guy was a Diasmonia student. Great, out of any dorm they could choose from, they picked the one he hated the most...

Whatever the guy was saying, it seemed to be hilarious and absolutely charming to (y/n) because the tips of their ears were red and their smile was bigger than he'd ever seen.

Now, maybe Leona was a lazy and unmotivated lion, but he always got what he wanted, when he wanted it. He was just arrogant like that. He wouldn't let them be swooped away by some guy.

"Hey, Herbivore, come here." Leona growled. He watched the way (y/n) jumped after hearing the tone he said their nickname in. Them and the Diasomina student cut their conversation short before (y/n) walked up to Leona.

"Hey Leona..? What's wrong?" They said, fiddling with the hem of their uniform.

"Why're you hanging out with some random Diasomnia kid? Whatever he was saying, I'm sure I could entertain you more."

"Oh, we were just walking together 'cause we have a project to do together." (y/n)'s eyes seemed to sparkle when they spoke about the student,"We ended up finding a lot of things we have in common like the shows we like and the music we listen to!"

Leona simply nodded, crossing his arms, feeling his patience waver. "Hm, I'm sure that was real fun wasn't it."

(y/n) could practically feel Leona's competitive and possessive nature oozing off of him.

"... Are you angry? And don't be sarcastic."

"I'm not angry, I just know you could do better."

At this point, Leona was growling with each word he spoke. It spooked (y/n) a bit, yet it was a bit frustrating after he literally rejected them the day before.

"Yeah, well the guy I could've done better with rejected me. Not that I'm upset you rejected me, not trying to force you into anything you're not ready for, just annoyed at how you're acting..."

Leona simply huffed. He didn't care much for being called out on his behavior...

"Okay fine then, go out with me." "Huh?!"

The lion looked at (y/n)'s gobsmacked expression, "What, I thought you wanted to date me? I like you back, let's go out so you can stop surrounding yourself with mediocre guys."

"Well now it doesn't seem genuine... and I really don't wanna make you do something you're not ready for." (y/n) pouted.

Leona thought for a moment, "How about I take you out to dinner then. My treat."

(y/n)'s jaw nearly dropped to the floor, laughing in shock,"Are you serious? I pray to the Seven you're not being sarcastic right now."

The man simply shrugged his shoulders and looked away nonchalantly. "I'm serious, I'll take you out. Maybe then it'll feel genuine when I tell you how I feel."

"You really don't have to do this..." (y/n) pleaded, still surprised by how quickly he made up his mind.

"It's fine, it gets my point across." He sighed, "I'll get you tonight. Be ready."

And with that, Leona walked away leaving (y/n) slack jawed in the middle of the hallway. He didn't even give them the option to decline... Well, I guess (y/n)'s in for an eventful night with Leona!

It was so stereotypical. The broke guy getting a confession from an obviously well off person. When (y/n) confessed to Ruggie, the boy knew what he was in for. This was all transactional. There was no way someone like (y/n) would willingly want to spend their time with him without getting something in return-- is what he thought.

"I dunno (y/n), I'm just not the type of guy you'd really wanna fall in love with." Is what Ruggie responded with, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly and fighting to keep his well known smirk on his face.

(y/n) choked on their own breath,"Oh.. um, alright then... I guess I'll see you around, Ruggie." they mumbled, walking away to who knows where. Ruggie wouldn't know, he was too busy kicking a pebble on the ground, staring at his feet.

This was a prank, Ruggie told himself. Sure, he'd known (y/n) long enough to let the idea that 'maybe they weren't really lying,' cross his mind, but all wealthy people were the same. Even (y/n), the person he'd been falling deeply in love with all this time.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

The next day, he went to work a shift at Sam's Mystery shop to make some cash. He knew that in his situation, he'd have to work to live, unlike some people he knew of-- aka, (y/n).

The day was unusually slow. Not many students came in, leaving him to fiddle around with random things he found behind the register counter.

Suddenly, the bell at the top of the door chimed, insinuating someone was coming into the shop. His ears perked up to welcome the person--or people...-- into the shop. Just as he said a quick "Welcome in!," Ruggie watched as none other than (y/n) walked in with some other student from Octavinelle. The guy was clearly a sleazebag: lanky arms wrapping around their shoulder like tenticles and a smirk that almost melted off of his face. Except, it was clear he was wealthy. His clothes were subtle designer brands that still screamed "expensive" at him in bold letters.

He knew that (y/n) wouldn't go out with a guy like that willingly. They'd never been attracted to the type of guy who wore sweatpants that were worth thousands just for the fact that he could flex the thousands of dollars he spent on them.

Ruggie tried his hardest to ignore the sound of their giggling from across the shop as they picked out random snacks and trinkets. If only he didn't have advanced hearing... maybe he wouldn't have to hear his crush be swooped away from him by some shady student.

His pupils contracted as the two walked up to the register. He could practically smell the sadness coming off of (y/n) as he wrung up the items.

"... Your total is $21.36. Cash or card?" "Card."

That's when the guy (y/n) was with took out a platinum card from his designer wallet. Okay, this guy was not trying to hide his wealth at all. Ruggie noticed how (y/n) had to physically look away in shame with a clear disgust on their face. Part of him wanted to laugh, but nothing was funny about having his crush go for a much wealthier guy right after being rejected by him.

As Ruggie handed over the bagged items, (y/n) told the Octavinelle student that they were going to "stay and look around for something they've been trying to buy recently." then told him to go back to his dorm room, apparently so they could meet him there afterward...

Once the door to the shop closed, (y/n) turned to Ruggie.

"I just wanted to say.. I'm sorry for how abruptly I went and confessed to you yesterday. I get if you're not into me and I just apologize for making it awkward between us."

Well, that certainly wasn't what he was expecting...

"Oh, uh, it's fine." Ruggie said rather dryly while keeping his customer service smile on. In all honesty, he really just didn't know how to progress the awkward conversation they were having.

There was an awkward silence between them, both unsure of how to mend it.

"... Soo.. uh, who's that guy you're with?" He mentally punched himself...

"Oh, he's just a friend of a friend. We're all studying together for the Potionology final we have next week."

His ears perked up at that,"Really?"

"Yeah, you can join if you'd like to! We're really open to adding anyone if their willing to study with us."

Ruggie considered it, then, the he realized that he may need to pay (y/n) back for the offer. 'Wealthy people thrive off transactions, there's no way they actually want me to join just to join...'

"I mean, I don't think I have anything you're looking for in payment terms." He spoke, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly and leaning on the counter in front of him.

(y/n) could see right through his smirk that he was trying his hardest to keep on his face.

"You know you don't need to pay us back or anything, right? This upcoming test is just so hard that we want to help as many people as possible!"

"Shishishi! You really think I don't know that well off people want payment after every little thing?" Ruggie giggled.

Through it all, (y/n) heard the skepticism and hurt in Ruggie's voice. "Well, I don't expect any sort of payment from you... I just wanna hang out with you."

He raised a brow, "Really? Then what did you want out of that confession yesterday? I didn't really think you were serious about that."

"Yeah, I was serious when I was confessing to you. The only thing I wanted in return was your mutual feelings, but I didn't expect it or anything..." (y/n) looked away, feeling shameful, "I just couldn't keep on living without you knowing how I really felt."

Now that REALLY stunned Ruggie. He had no idea what a response to such a heartfelt confession like this would be... "Oh uh... I thought it was like, a prank or somethin'..."

(y/n) gasped at the clear miscommunication, "Absolutely not! Seven, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel like that at all..."

The hyena boy giggled with his wheezy laugh, "Nah, you're good."

"So um... what do you say to studying together later? Just the two of us in the Library..?" (y/n) flushed, leaning on the counter and fiddling with their fingers.

"I guess I could; I'm workin' till 5 tonight." Ruggie smirked. "what about your friends?"

"Oh, they'll be fine without me for one night. And um... I'm sorry if I'm pushing it or anything... do you actually reciprocate my feelings? It's totally okay if you don't, I'm not expecting--"

"Yea, you could say I feel the same.." His words were slow and a bit quiet, like he was still getting used to processing the idea of having a crush.

His ears flicked at the sweet sound of (y/n) shyly giggling to themself. "Okay, I'll see you tonight then, bye!"

"Yeah, bye!" He waved as they practically skipped out the door. As much as he didn't want to admit it, they made him feel a bit shy...

His heart pounding from the adrenaline was short-lived as Sam popped up out of nowhere in the shop and spooked him..."Wow lil' imp, you're a smooth talker, ain't ya?" Sam giggled while elbowing Ruggie whose cheeks were flushed pink, trying to laugh his shyness away.

It was no secret that (y/n) was crushing on the shut-in Ignihyde Housewarden. They were often caught in class and in the hallways conversing with the blue floating tablet that was Idia, flushing pink and giggling at all of his snarky comments that he'd never dare to say in person.

The only person these feelings were unknown to was none other than Idia Shroud himself. It really was a shame to not known that his own crush was just as down bad for him as he was for them...

While he was simply a floating tablet to the rest of the school, he got to watch the way (y/n) would smile and blush, listening to them fuel his ego each time their giggle game through from the other end of his Ipad. You could say it was a guilty pleasure of his.

Even though his heart beat uncomfortably quick against his ribs, someone like him could never be with someone like (y/n)-- in his opinion, of course.

So, when (y/n) decided they'd finally confess their feelings to the young man, he froze. Not from the embarrassment of it all--and how he wasn't even there (it was to his tablet) but I digress-- but also from that scratching feeling of inadequacy that bubbled up to his throat and suffocated him.

"Idia, I know that this is kinda awkward, but... I think I might have feelings for you."

From the other end of the Ipad, Idia squeaked. This was a pop-up boss fight that he was going into without built characters.

In his silence, (y/n) began to stammer.

"I-I mean, you don't have to accept it or anything... I get it was kinda out of nowhere-"

"I don't get it..."

"Huh..?"

Idia wasn't usually the type to speak up all of a sudden. But, he was protected behind a screen at the moment.

"You can't date a guy like me (y/n)..."

(y/n) was perplexed by his words. Did their crush really just reject them and insult himself at the same time? I mean, Idia was known for feeling low about himself often, but right after they'd just confessed?

"I don't get what you mean by that Idia."

The young man didn't respond on the other side of the line. He didn't know what to do or say to alleviate the situation, but all (y/n) heard was blank silence.

"Okay, I guess..."

With that, (y/n) left the scene frustrated and confused. Their fingers fiddled with the hem of their pants, holding tears back from how humiliating and heartbreaking the event was.

Idia simply sat in his gaming chair, watching as (y/n) walked off without another word. He felt himself cave in such a way he never had before, as if he'd been deprived of something vital.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

At midnight, Idia subconsciously hopped on a video game that him and (y/n) used to play together. They'd co-op and grind for hours until the sun rose, laughing as the other died in a boss fight.

He knew it was a bad idea-- checking to see if they were online-- but he couldn't help himself.

Checking their account, Idia saw something that would make him never want to wake up ever again. (y/n) was co-oping with someone else.

Idia could imagine it: The late night giggles of inside jokes only they'd know, helping each other fight bosses, grinding for characters they wanted, pulling for the same character together, ect...

(y/n) was doing all that with someone else that wasn't him.

Something dark and sinister began filling up his mind. He thought of all the things he could do to get them back. Perhaps he could get insanely good at the game and make (y/n) wish they were playing with him, or even eliminate the guy they were playing with!-

No... Idia knew he couldn't do that. After all, he was just a shut in, worthless Hosewarden who fell for someone way too far out of his league.

Instead of taking action like his ego told him, he simply sat and watched as (y/n) game status went from active to offline, (y/n)'s favorite character smiling back at him on their profile, subtly mocking him.

No matter how jealous he was of the mysterious person (y/n) was playing with, it was hopeless for him. Idia would forever be watching them from the sidelines with whoever they got over him with, plotting ways to get them back only to never commit to them, finding himself back in the comfort of his own lonely room.

*Ding!*

Idia glanced at his phone, jolting as he read (y/n)'s name on the notification

'Hey! IDK if this is a bad time but I was grinding for some stuff w my (friend/sibling) for this new character. Can u help me w a boss or two?? No pressure lolololll'

His hands started moving before he could even think of what to type.

'Sure dw ill hop on'

Once he saw that he hastily sent the message, he could only think of the ways that (y/n) would've made fun of him. They were probably laughing at how quick he was to respond, calling him pathetic or desperate, or maybe they were crying at how dry he was. I mean, he thought they should've assumed he was pathetic because he totally thought they were on co-op with some random hunk of a guy, but it was their (friend/sibling)??!! That is just pathetic behavio---

While he was busy having a mental breakdown, (y/n) texted back.

'Yayyy!! Can we defeat that dragon boss first? Its been busting my ass this whole night'

He was snapped out of his spiral quick enough to collect himself and send what he thought was a nonchalant response:

'Yup lemme hop on'

He thought his response was perfect

He got right on their favorite game, joining their server. Once his character appeared next to their's, the two quickly got to absolutely whaling the dragon boss.

Over voice chat, (y/n) squealed, "Oh my gosh, thank you sooo much Idia!! Me and my (friend/sibling) had no idea how to finish that thing off, good thing you're super good at this game!"

Idia giggled into his mic, the tips of his hair turning a rosy pink,"Yeah yeah, don't butter me up too much. That thing's not even overpowered, I just know how to build my characters."

"Ugh, I should learn how to build some day..." (y/n) grumbled,"... Do you think... maybe you could teach me someday?"

Idia sputtered at the suggestion, "R-really? You're not being sarcastic??"

"You've know me long enough to recognize when I'm being sarcastic or not Idiaaaa," (y/n) groaned into their mic,"But seriously though, would you be up to teach me how to build my characters?"

"Uhhh, I-I mean, uhhh," Idia fidgeted with his fingers, his crush-- that he just rejected-- was asking for quality time from him??? "I mean, you could come over rn and I could help--"

There was a gasp from (y/n)'s side of the line, "Really, you're okay with that? You're okay with me coming over right now???"

He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, not knowing if it was a good idea. His line went silent for a moment.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to uh... force you or anything. We don't have to." (y/n) awkwardly muttered.

"H-huh?? No, no, I wasn't trying to say it was a bad idea, I wanna see you--" He jumped at his own words, "WAIT- Idk what I'm saying, just do whatever you want!"

"...You wanna... see me?" It sounded like (y/n) was in quite the daze from Idia's end of the line. He muttered a barely audible 'yeah', then proceeded to not get any type of response from their end of the line.

In an instant, (y/n) hopped out of their chair and ran to Idia's dorm. It might've been past curfew, but love doesn't wait for the morning! The sound of clamoring footsteps made their way to Idia's room. The young man shrieked in fear as (y/n) swung the door open, chest heaving from the jog over to his dorm and a handheld gaming device in their other hand.

"Are you- huff- you gonna teach me- huff- or not?"

Idia was horrified by the speed in which they got here, and he was even more terrified by the fact that they did all of that to get to HIM of all people???

"If only you put that type of commitment to your characters!" He shrieked, to which (y/n) cackled. Luckily Ortho had just started charging for the night, so he wouldn't have to lecture Idia on volume control...

"C'mon, just teach me nowww" They begged with the game already up and running on their console. "I'm already here so you might as well!"

"Fine, just go on my bed... or something..." Idia looked around at the state of his room, a bit embarrassed. He picked up his own gaming console and loaded up the game, joining (y/n)'s server. He really felt pathetic. He had his rejected crush over while he was a complete mess. He wondered how they would even want to hang around him at this point.

Idia's eyes averted from the screen to (y/n)'s pajama-clad body laying against his plush blankets, curling in the warmth as they waited for him to join them.

He stared, partially in admiration, partially in anxiety. Nevertheless, he stared. Hard.

"Idia, you okay? You've been acting weird all night."

He blinked out of his daze and averted his gaze back to the game. "Yeah, I'm fine... totally fine...," his fingers shook feverishly against his console.

The room filled with an awkward silence.

"Hey um... How are you okay with hanging around me after... that." Idia muttered as he sunk into his gaming chair.

He noticed how awkward he made scenario, quickly turning his chair to hide himself, “Wait- no. I totally just made this awkward, didn’t I…”

”… You never really answered the question Idia.” (y/n) said softly.

The boy peaked over his shoulder, slightly confused.

Noticing this, (y/n) continued, “When I confessed, you just stayed silent and told me that you weren’t a good option to date.”

“Yeah, cus there’s plenty of hyper normie guys out there and you want a shut in that’s only ever talked to online dating sims. Doesn’t sound like a good option to me…” Idia pouted. As much as he hated the idea of them going for some huge guy, he believed it to be true.

“Well, I want you.” (y/n) said in a matter-of-fact tone. Alongside Idia, even they were surprised by their bluntness.

They watched in real time as Idia’s flames flushed a rosy pink, it was quite fascinating!

“You’re so weird sometimes, I don’t get it.”

It was (y/n)’s turn to be confused, and a little offended. “Wowww, you really know how to give a compliment.” they giggled.

"But seriously though, I only want you Idia." (y/n) spoke with a tremor in their voice, "You can reject me if this isn't what you want or if you're not ready, but that's just how I feel about you."

Idia fidgeted with his fingers as he hid behind the chaotic flames on his head. He'd never had to deal with a pop up event like this before, how was he supposed to respond to a confession of love and desire IRL??!! The most he's done in the love department was dating sims, but that doesn't really count...

"You can take your time. I know it's kinda big to get into a relationship or not--" "No, it's not that! W-wait, I'm sorry, I just totally interrupted you."

As Idia rambled on, (y/n) nodded thoughtfully. His words were jittery, just like his body language, but it was authentic.

"I didn't mean to make you think I didn't like you or anything 'cause it's TOTALLY not that. I just can't make sense of how you want me out of all people--" He took a moment to catch his breath and watched as (y/n) walked closer to him.

"That's alright, Idia. I'm happy I know how you feel so at least I'm not in the dark about anything..." (y/n) looked away shyly, "If it makes you feel better, I'm still really nervous around you even though I already confessed. I constantly think that maybe I'm not good enough for you 'nd stuff along those lines."

Idia nodded and fiddled with a piece of his flaming hair before speaking under his breath. "So does that mean... we're gonna be a thing?"

By the way his eyes widened, it was clear he couldn't believe this was reality right now.

"If you'd like to date me, then yeah."

The boy wasn't sure how to react to these words coming out of the very lips he'd dreamed about kissing.

"Okay." His voice was barely above a whisper, but it was still audible.

At his words, (y/n) smiled, wrapping their arms around his neck in a gentle embrace.

Idia was stunned, frozen as they held onto him so tightly. Slowly, his arms shook and went softly around (y/n), awkwardly patting their back and leaning his head on theirs. At this point, he knew his whole head of flames was a hot fuchsia color. Maybe, if it was them making him react like this, it wasn't so embarrassing or bad...

(y/n) and Malleus were close. They were both so different from each other, yet they complimented each other in some odd twist of fate. Malleus had a clear fondness for the human. (y/n) had an interest in the young Fae. Yet, once (y/n) mustered up the courage to finally confess their deep and true feelings to the man, that string of fate snapped.

The night was calm and cool, the lamps around Ramshackle's dorm house were illuminating the already scenic environment, and heightened feelings swirled in the air. "Malleus, I hope you know that I love you..."

Malleus smiled at that, but even so, a foreign pit began carving its way in his stomach as they kept talking.

"Is that so?" He spoke quietly.

"Yes... I think I love you more than friends should." (y/n) muttered the last part, a little shy from professing their love.

Malleus frowned as his heart sank to that empty pit in his stomach. He knew what they were insinuating. He loved his child of man more than he'd allow himself to say. Humans were usually so scared of him, but (y/n) was so different from the rest. They took a chance to get to know him and learned to love him.

But he was a Faerie.

They lived so much longer than the average human-- I mean, he was already in his hundreds by the time he'd met (y/n)! Plus, Malleus wouldn't allow himself to let (y/n) get weighed down by all the factors of royalty. He was the prince of an ancient kingdom after all.

Most importantly, he couldn't bear to lose the one he loved the most, letting them die and become just a chapter in his long life.

(y/n) seemed to notice his silence, becoming worried as his frown deepened into what looked like he was about to cry.

"M-Malleus, you don't have to accept it, we can go on about our days like nothing happened-"

"It is not that I choose to decline, Child of Man. I simply wish for you to live a better life."

The air became tense and thick. It felt as if a storm were rolling in.

"I don't understand Malleus. I think I would live a very happy life with you... I understand if you don't feel the same way, though."

Malleus wanted to drop to his knees then and there. He wanted to profess his love in the form of a roar that could be heard from all of Twisted Wonderland. He wanted to find a way to turn the human into some type of Fae, whether that be with a potion or magic. All he could think about was (y/n) dying, leaving him to spend the rest of, what could be, thousands of years alone, wandering the world without the one human he loved most. While the emotions were foreign to him, they hit him like shot to the heart.

"... Us Fae... we live much longer than humans. It is not right for a human to become one with a Fae... I wouldn't want to lose someone I hold most dearly to my heart."

His last sentence came out as a hasty whisper. It felt so unlike him to lose his composure like this.

"Find a human you can walk through life and death with."

Before (y/n) could respond, Malleus had walked away. (y/n)'s awestruck silence kept them rooted in the ground while their mind screamed to run after Malleus and change his mind about all of this.

Instead, they watched the dragon fae walk off into the distant night, listening to the sound of rain pattering down onto the dead grass and thunder slowly rolling in.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Classes went on as usual. Well, apart from (y/n) scanning the hallways after each class in search of Malleus.

Their mind wandered far. Questions of where Malleus was at a time like this, or, what he could possibly be doing to avoid them. Their school schedule was officially done and Malleus was nowhere to be seen. That was when they'd accidently bumped into a rather good looking student from Pomefoire.

The student was all chiseled jawline, perfectly set hair, and sparkly eyes. (y/n) had to admit, he was pretty handsome, and it's not like they've ever talked before. Meeting new people would get their mind off of things, (y/n) was sure of it!

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!" (y/n) giggled as they stabilized themself against the brick wall beside them.

"It's not a problem. Hm, you wouldn't be the Prefect of Ramshackle, would you? (y/n), right?" The student spoke, quite eloquently to be exact. It was evident that he was a true Pomefoire student-- if the tie around his arm and his magic pen's gem weren't enough.

"Yeah, I'm (y/n)! How'd you know? I don't think I've seen you around campus a whole lot."

"Well, my Housewarden and Vice Housewarden have plenty of kind things to say about you, myself included."

"Awh, that's kind of them... What's your name by the way?"

This conversation went on for a couple hours, with the student smirking (y/n)'s way, speaking so smoothly.

Little did (y/n) know, Malleus was at school. He'd been there the whole time. He'd managed to take different routes to get to his classes which effectively hid him from the shame of seeing them again. As he turned the corner to leave class, he fully expected to make eye contact with them. Their sad (e/c) eyes piercing right into his.

Except, all he saw was (y/n) and a random Pomefoire student blatantly flirting. He watched the way the handsome student tucked a lock of (y/n)'s hair behind their ear, looking gently into their eyes with a knowing smile as they kept on conversing.

Malleus thought to himself, if only he'd listened to his lonely heart. Maybe then he'd get to tuck a lock of the human's hair behind their round ear, watch the wind lightly blow the strand against their soft cheeks.

The gnawing feeling crawled back up like the black ink of blot. No, it wasn't blot this time. It was pure anger.

The more he stared at his human with another, the quicker the bright blue sky turned gray. How dare that Pomefoire student touch what wasn't his. There would be punishment for this, Malleus would make sure of it.

Except, his master plan was thoroughly ruined when (y/n) glanced at him, doing a double take and swiftly running away from the Pomefoire student to catch up to Malleus.

"Malleus! Where have you been, I was looking for you?" (y/n) eyes were wide with worry as they looked up at the tall fae.

He had not been expecting such a passionate greeting, yet it didn't seem shocking to him.

"It does not matter where I was, that boy trying to steal what is rightfully mine… “ He huffed in frustration,”Why would you allow someone else to touch you like that?..."

"Yeah, I know, this is really awkward. I swear, I just... I was looking for you, I wanted to apologize for what I said. I just got caught up..."

Malleus was thoroughly surprised. His eyes noticeably widened at their statement.

"Do not apologize. On the other hand, I should be apologizing to you."

(y/n) chewed their bottom lip. "Well... I think you should know that... I'm okay if you don't love me back. And I'm really sorry for pushing it on you at a time like--"

Malleus put out his hand, reaching out towards (y/n).

"What are you doing?"

"Take my hand."

They wearily put their hand in Malleus's. His hand was much larger--just an observation...

Malleus was gentle when he pulled them to his chest. His free arm went around their back, his other hand brushing their knuckles.

"I want to apologize for the abrupt rejection. It is as I said before, I would not decline your love." His hand ever so slightly twitched. "I simply fear the inevitable future, as you are human, I would lose you one day. That is a fate I do not want."

"Then love me while I'm here."

The young man shuddered, pulling (y/n) impossibly closer to him.

"I will," He whispered,"I love you no matter the cost."

In their first embrace, Malleus got to have a laugh as the Pomefoire student from before scrambled to his dorm upon noticing not only the situation, but that Malleus was claiming (y/n) as his.

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