Hi, I'm Kosakura. I'm also known on Wattpad as @Kosakura. I do a lot of crossover fanfiction on Wattpad, so please check it out if you want. My MBTI personality type is INFJ-T, and I love anime/manga, fanfiction, and crossovers.
Okay, so anyway. For the past couple of years that I’ve been obsessed with Twisted Wonderland that I’ve been coming up with many combination of crossovers with this. But I don’t have enough time to make these into fanfictions. I love doing crossovers, this is something I’m really love to do. I’ve made of list of all the anime and anime games I know that’ll go well with Twisted Wonderland. I might update it if there’s any you all would suggest. So you all are allowed to request prompts for any of these for fanfiction or you can also request Twst characters x MC (Yuu) from any of these ideas on the list is you so wish.
Rules:
I will accept request, but please specify the gender of the MC/Yuu please so that I know what to do without offending anyone.
Please specific on the topic and number of character(s) you want please.
I will also accept request for Cheka and Ortho as long as they’re platonic and not romantic for obvious reasons.
I’ll take request for the staff as long as you specify on whether you want the MC/Yuu to be an adult or teenager for platonic and romantic.
I won’t write anything that has to do with r*pe or other offending topics.
I also want to point out that even though I may not have an actual schedule for when I post, can you please be patient with me. Because I’m busy person most of the time.
Anime Crossover List:
Twisted Wonderland x Bungou Stray Dogs
Twisted Wonderland x Visual Prison
Twisted Wonderland x Black Butler
Twisted Wonderland x Assassination Classroom
Twisted Wonderland x Promare
Twisted Wonderland x Servamp
Twisted Wonderland x Naruto
Twisted Wonderland x The Rising of the Shield Hero
This is from Phineas and Ferb imagine SDRA 2 or DRA Boys being in a driving lesson with there S/O Dad who getting his license the scene is the Drusselstein Driving Test Waltz Song Scene where The Boys agree to go with S/O wanting to get on his good sides to be with S/O but have to survive the driving test with him as S/O watches
LMAO THIS WAS GREAT!
Here's the scene for the people who don't know:
Kinji Uehara:
"Do you hereby attest that you took this drivers test out of your own free will?"
He was a bit concerned when he heard the instructor say those words, and even a little worried when your father hesitated, but when the car got headbutted down a mountain by a goat, he was definitely startled
He didn't think he'd have to pray for something as small as this but dear lord was he wrong
He tried to keep himself from screaming as your dad nearly ran someone over, but when your father almost mowed down a bunch of pedestrians, he couldn't stop
He clutched his seatbelt and shut his eyes, mumbling prayers for the car to miraculously stop and both him and your father get out alive
His whole body trembled after every thump of the car hitting the ground, just to somehow fly upwards again and slam down
You said your own share of prayers beforehand, but you still kept a close eye to make sure your father hadn't gotten your boyfriend killed
It felt like hours of trembling and ignoring the screams of terror around him when Kinji felt the car come to a stop
"I don't think I did too bad." Your father said.
Kinji was too busy praising the lord for safety to answer
Teruya Otori:
"Do you hereby attest that you took this drivers test out of your own free will?"
"Err...wha?"
He is very confused to be asked such a question, but he nods anyway. What's the worst that could happen? This was your father!
He yelped when the goat headbutted the car down the mountain, and was a bit concerned when your father drank coffee and crossed his legs, braking and hitting the gas pedal at the same time as the car flew down the mountain.
His entire body was shaking as the car flipped upside down a few times
He flinched each time the car nearly fell into a lake, which happened way more times than it should
He tried to be stronger, knowing that you were watching him, but he got extremely worried when your dad almost ran over a kitten
After the initial shock and worry wore off, he didn't feel too bad! He talked a bit with your dad as he drove through the finish line.
"I don't think I did too bad."
Teruya smiled, "I think ya did great! Ya remind me of mah dad! I hope I can drive like you one day!"
Your dad is grateful, and happy that you have such a sweet boyfriend! He also offers to teach Teruya how to drive-
Haruhiko Kobashikawa:
"Do you hereby attest that you took this drivers test out of your own free will?"
"Oh, yeah. I do." His passengers always had to answer similar questions before getting on one of the carrier planes he flew, so he thought it was normal.
He cried out when the goat headbutted the car, and he'll never admit how tightly he clung to your father as the car flew down the mountain
He was screaming as your father drank coffee while carelessly shifting gears down the mountain
The anxious purple wouldn't come off his face for a few weeks-
He forgot to put on his seatbelt, and felt the consequences of his actions every time the car seemed to bounce down the hills as his head was whacked into the roof of the car (His height made it even worse)
He screamed for pedestrians to move out of the way and covered his face with his hands as your father nearly ran them over
He was still screaming as the car came to a stop at the labeled finish line
"I don't think I did too bad."
"...I...think you'd be a great pilot... a lot less things to hit..." (and somehow staying in the air at high speeds was somehow your speciality-) Haruhiko gave a small thumbs up. Your father smiled and welcomed him to the family.
Haru clung to you for the rest of the day, and would offer to give you a ride anytime you needed
Utsuro:
"Do you hereby attest that you took this drivers test out of your own free will?"
He raised an eyebrow at that before giving a small nod. Utsuro didn't have a good experience with families, but your father was important to you, and he wasn't the most social person, so he might as well go along for a ride with your dad to earn his blessing.
Plus, he has divine luck, so it's not like anything's gonna go wrong!
He's disturbed and clutching his seat the moment the car is shoved forward by a goat, and his knuckles turn white from gripping the sides of his seat as your father starts drinking coffee and crossing his legs while driving down the mountain
How he wishes that he had put on his seatbelt
His head hit the roof of the car a few times as the car seemed to hop across the lake. Whether that was because of his luck or your father's driving causing an absence of physics is something he'll never know
Akane is probably running after the car to save him at this point while you're just snacking on some popcorn
As the car speeds down the roads of a hillside village, Utsuro is begging for his luck to make the car stop
Instead, your father speeds up, flossing his teeth while pedestrians are crossing. He flinches just as everyone jumps out of the way.
Flinching...huh, he hadn't done that in a while.
He finally gets his seatbelt on as the car crashes from hill to hill, and falls onto a labeled finish line. Your father hits the breaks and Utsuro's face is smacked on the dashboard
"I don't think I did too bad."
Utsuro turned back at your father, ready to say how annoyed..no, pissed he was that-..
Huh...mad, scared... it's been a while since he felt such unexpected emotions
Not since he met you, and you taught him how to feel again
Maybe your father wasn't so bad after all
Yamato Kisaragi:
"Do you hereby attest that you took this drivers test out of your own free will?"
"Um...yes?"
As excited as Yamato was to bond with your dad, he was not expecting such a question. He assumed it probably was no big deal, but buckled his seatbelt just to make sure
As the car ran over countless road signs and flew upside down, he was never more grateful for any choice he ever made
His entire life flashed before his eyes as you just watched him from the sidelines
Well, at least Mikako can be the heir to the Kisaragi Foundation in his place-
After the car nearly ran over a kitten, and was being tailgated by a giant truck, Yamato grabbed whatever he could get his hands on to create some kind of braking device
After tearing off half the interior of the car, he succeeded, planting it onto his passenger side and slamming it as hard as he could
The car shuddered to a halt just as it crossed the finish line
"I don't think I did too bad."
"Y-Yeah...Just fine..." Yamato forced out. The second your father got out of the car and wasn't looking, Yamato ripped off his seatbelt and flopped onto the sweet ground. Oh how he took it for granted
"You alright, babe?"
He nodded, face still in the dirt.
Mitch Higa:
"Do you hereby attest that you took this drivers test out of your own free will?"
"Um...what?" He was confused at the instructor's words, but decided it was probably just a question from a worried fan. The instructor was a fan who couldn't believe that Mitsuhiro Higa was in a car that wasn't a limo, and was risking the slim chance of getting hurt to gain his S/o's father's favor like the hero he is.
Yeah, that's totally it.
His thoughts were shut down as soon as the goat headbutted the car into motion, causing Mitch and your father to fly down the hill
Mitch found himself screaming as the car flipped upside down a few times, and if Kiyoka hadn't pushed him on so many goddamn roller coasters, he probably would've thrown up
He reminds himself to get soccer tickets for each of the pedestrians that your father nearly hits, but eventually he doesn't think the stadium can fit that many people anymore
He continues screaming as the car nearly falls into the lake and a bunch of poor fishermen have to dive into the water as your father drives through the fishing deck
He was halfway through writing his will when the car came to a stop and the sense of impending doom was beginning to dim
"I don't think I did too bad." Your father said.
Mitch doesn't reply, closing his eyes in relief, and letting his face hit the dashboard
Tsurugi Kinjo:
"Do you hereby attest that you took this drivers test out of your own free will?"
He was a bit cautious after being asked such a question, when he was already in the passenger seat nonetheless, but he calmed himself down
This was your father. He had to make a good impression, and surely your father wasn't too bad of a driver right?
...right?
He was already preparing to write your dad a ticket as he ran over a yield and stop sign
He was practically screaming for your father to pull over
He felt his grip tighten on the side handle of the car after every turn
He had no idea how your father remained calm during this, while he was practically losing his voice
"MR L/N! SLOW DOWN! PULL OVER! YOURE GOING OVER THE SPEED LIMIT! WATCH THE TURN...! Kouhei is that you??"
He motions for a bunch of pedestrians to move and silently apologizes to the cops that are trying to control the traffic
He was already wearing a seatbelt, but still jolts every time the car seems to leap. He was practically numb by the time your father reached the finish line.
"I don't think I did too bad." Your father says,
"...Please stay off the roads.." Tsurugi says, his mind and hand exhausted from both the experience and writing dozens of tickets in the span of a few minutes.
Dra Yuki Maeda:
"Do you hereby attest that you took this drivers test out of your own free will?"
He was hesitant after hearing those words, but eventually nodded. He had no idea how much he would regret those words. He yelped when the goat lurched the car forward and suddenly realized he forgot to put on his seatbelt
His head hit the roof of the car a few times as the car continued down the mountain
He couldn’t keep himself from screaming, frantically putting on and adjusting his seatbelt
Yuki tries to politely yell at your dad to not run over pedestrians and road signs and to not drink coffee while driving
Your dad didn’t listen, and Yuki continued to fear for his life
His life flashed before his eyes at least once
He covered his eyes as the car nearly pummeled into the lake, and cried out after every time the car seemed to bounce down the hill
His voice was straining and he was still shaking as the car came to a stop
"I don't think I did too bad."
“Y-Yeah..” He threw himself out of the car the moment the door unlocked and politely insisted on walking himself home. He would not be able to get in a car again for a while…
Kakeru Yamaguchi:
"Do you hereby attest that you took this drivers test out of your own free will?"
“Wh-What…?”
He’s a lawyer so he knows that instructors are not obligated to ask that question unless-
The goat headbutting the car down the mountain cuts off his thoughts
Kakeru can barely fit in the car so he can feel every bump and damage as the car basically tumbles down the hill
When he sees your dad running over road signs and half the pedestrians in a nearby neighborhood, he tries to tell your dad about road laws, but his words are a mix of shyness and being scared for his life
He screams and flails are the car almost drops into the lake, and is meekly apologizing to everyone unlucky enough to cross path with your dad driving
He’s still yelling and starting to cry as your father reaches the finish line
"I don't think I did too bad."
Kakeru doesn’t answer, clinging to you as you comfort him through a near panic attack. If your father gets a lawsuit for his driving skills, Kakeru is not sure he’ll be able to defend him…
Hi, I saw that your requests are open and was wondering if you could do a Tamsy, Enjin, Rudo, Gris, and Follo x reader. Their vital instrument being a pair of goggles that help find ways to repair vital instruments or ways to help improve their functions. Their goggles, when activated, would look kind of like the steampunks you usually see with extra lenses where the reader can just flip a lense over to get a better idea of what to do.
Flip the Lens.
Summary: In the Pit, a single Cleaner stands out. They wield a pair of brass, multi-lensed goggles as their Jinki. With each flipped lens, hidden flaws and upgrade paths in other weapons become clear, allowing them to repair and enhance what others would discard -- making them both indispensable and a target.
Fandom: Gachiakuta.
Characters: Tamsy Caines, Enjin, Rudo Surebrec, Gris Rubion, and Follo Tunito.
A/N: This was so fun to write!! Especially for my boy Tamsy!! UGH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!! HE'S SUCH AN ASS I LOVE HIM. *anyways... I hope you guys love this piece as much as I did!! Thanks for requesting this, Anon <33
🧿: ̗̀➛ TAMSY finds your Jinki to be very useful for not only his plans, but for his life as a whole. If he were to get into a fight that he overestimated, he would immediately call you on. He'd stay beside you closely, keeping you safe as you fixed his Tokushin.
🧿: ̗̀➛ He doesn't have a huge attachment to you at first, merely seeing you as a tool in his goals. Yet, every time you rush into the field to help himself and the others, he slowly begins to gain a connection. He doesn't like seeing you charge into danger to help the other Cleaners, he wants you safe.
🧿: ̗̀➛ When you get hurt fixing another Cleaner's Jinki, he finds his hands bunched into fists as you get bandaged up by a Supporter. He wants to yell at you, to scold you for getting hurt, but he settles for being right beside you on the couch at the base, your hands running through his hair as he lightly chastises you for your selflessness.
🧿: ̗̀➛ Your smile and bright eyes, despite your pain, always make Tamsy wince and wrap his arms around your waist tighter, pressing his face into your stomach deeper. It was as if he wanted to bury himself into your body and stay there.
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🌂: ̗̀➛ ENJIN is another one of the amazed yet scared ones. Despite how he acts outwardly, he is very scared of you getting hurt trying to help out somebody else. He doesn't scold you for doing so or try keeping you from doing it, understanding it is your job, but he tries his best to shield you as you work.
🌂: ̗̀➛ He tends to clean your glasses mindlessly, as if he was fidgeting. He blows air on them and wipes them off with a sleeve, cloth, or really anything soft on hand. If you are going to help the other Cleaners, he wants to make sure you can at least see clearly while doing it.
🌂: ̗̀➛ Enjin fears losing you more than anything else. He just has flashes of you getting severely hurt without him there to help you, and it drives him insane. He finds himself staring down at your goggles as you sleep with an empty expression.
🌂: ̗̀➛ Whenever you find him in these states, the best thing to do is just lean your head on him and stay silent. He doesn't want to hear anything else, he just needs to know that you're there for him, both physically and mentally. Any words overwhelm him, so your silence allows him to travel through his mind and get to the conclusion he needs too.
🌂: ̗̀➛ He latches onto you when you get injured. It may not be physical, but many other Cleaners do find him lingering near you more often than before. Almost like he was a guardian angel.
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💀: ̗̀➛ RUDO is amazed by your Jinki's abilities. He looked at you when you went on a mission with Team Akuta, you merely sat there tinkering away with a few different objects, almost as if memorizing their gears and capabilities. It made him confused, but during the fight he understood.
💀: ̗̀➛ He saw how Riyo's scissors chipped and cracked during a fight. You had then jumped over Enjin and snapped on your goggles, pushing down till the third lens was over it. You clung to the The Ripper as she continued to swing it around, dodging all the opponent and dealer's attacks as you fixed it.
💀: ̗̀➛ This day actually earned you Rudo's respect. You had guts that not many had, and it made him kinda fear you as well. How much would you do in battle versus helping?
💀: ̗̀➛ When you both started dating, Rudo found himself coming to you the most with his Jinki. If he had any issues with 3R, he would go to you. Even if he had nothing wrong, he would try making an excuse to see you. It was heartwarming to many of the other Cleaners.
💀: ̗̀➛ Rudo tends to cling to you during battle to make sure you're safe. If he was willing to beat the crap out of Amo (even if he thought she was someone else) under the thought she hurt his friends, image what he'd do to someone trying to harm his S/O.
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👊: ̗̀➛ GRIS was one of your first partners when you joined the Cleaners. He was very impressed with your Jinki, at first thinking they were merely goggles that you wore to help protect your eyes from debris. But, when you jumped in and fixed Enjin's Jinki before retreating back to Gris' side, he was amazed.
👊: ̗̀➛ Every time you were sent on missions together, he would find himself guarding you as you fixed a Jinki. He always thanked his unusual strength for that, since he saved you a few times.
👊: ̗̀➛ You tend to be a little reckless in the effort of helping other Cleaners, which worries Gris. He always finds himself looking over at you to make sure you're in the clear. Others may call him a worry wart for what he does, but he would rather be called that than risk letting anything happen to you.
👊: ̗̀➛ Anytime you come back to base injured, he insists on helping you out. He'll wrap your bandages, clean your bruises and cuts, anything you need done, he will handle. And if he's not there, he makes sure someone he trusts helps you.
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🔨: ̗̀➛ FOLLO is most definitely the biggest worrier on this list. He can't help but worry whenever you get sent out on a mission. He'll look at your leader and immediately demand that, if something happens to you on the field, for them to call him.
🔨: ̗̀➛ You are very reckless with your ability, hardly ever preparing your goggles' lens. Due to this, Follo makes sure you always have an extra set of every lens on hand. He also makes sure they're all clean. Almost as clean as a Sphereite's bathroom.
🔨: ̗̀➛ Follo, after finding out how your goggles works, always makes sure they're nearby you. If you go on a mission together, he'll hold onto your goggles and hand them to you if a fight occurs. He knows how forgetful you get when adrenaline is pumping.
🔨: ̗̀➛ He, whenever you get hurt, is attached to your hip. He is always there somewhere. Follo may be in the hallway as they bandage you up or maybe he'll be in the room clinging to your side, holding your hand like, if he let you, you'd disappear.
🔨: ̗̀➛ Follo is definitely the biggest worrier, but he is also the most impressed with your Jinki. He loves how you look when fixing in the midst of battle, finding it hot.
After getting back to watching Dr. Stone, along with making some fanfictions for it. Not mention that I was also reading some Epic the Musical fanfiction too and thought of a fun headcannon on which characters from Dr. Stone would portray who from the musical. And I know the petrification took place in 2019 and that Epic the Musical wasn't released until 2022 and finished in 2024, but it just seemed really fun to think about it. Especially if they revived Jorge Rivera-Herrans to bring some more culture back to humanity, with musicals included.
After getting back to watching Dr. Stone, along with making some fanfictions for it. Not mention that I was also reading some Epic the Musical fanfiction too and thought of a fun headcannon on which characters from Dr. Stone would portray who from the musical. And I know the petrification took place in 2019 and that Epic the Musical wasn't released until 2022 and finished in 2024, but it just seemed really fun to think about it. Especially if they revived Jorge Rivera-Herrans to bring some more culture back to humanity, with musicals included.
DrStone Incorrect quotes#10 American's ONE True fear-
You, in the shape of the devil silhouette, come out from the fire and they make a full stop when they pass through the billowing smoke looking to find out Where Snyder is located after he attacked
Yo: Miss L/s, I am so happy to see you! You will not believe!-
F!Y/n*Gets his hand and slaps himself*Get back, you fool! Your cheap cologne is obscuring his musk!
Yo: Oh, my face!
F!Y/n*Sniffs out for his trail and eyes widen with a grin 'seeing' where Snyder has crashed* Poor, poor Rabbits~You should never have left the forest~ Now you deal with me~
-Somewhere in the forest/jungle of New America...Snyder contacts Xeno from a safe location he cant...shouldn't have been spotted...but then he spots you looking already on his tail-
Snyder: She's good... Xeno, intel?
Xeno: Snyder We have a serious problem, Y/n L/s...Worked for IRS and CPS, Perfect case record...and Senku's Nanny
Part 2 of:
Spoilers if you haven't read the manga! YOU BEEN WARNED-
I want a 20-something Y/n who raised Senku along with Byakuya, You were just the o
Spoilers if you haven't read the manga! YOU BEEN WARNED-
I want a 20-something Y/n who raised Senku along with Byakuya, You were just the only babysitter who Senku seemed to like given you didn't baby-talk him...also he knew you and Byakuya had slow burn pining but the viejo sabroso-old man worried too much on the age gap and didn't make a move...then he went to the moon-
F!Y/n*Has the Megaphone for Stanley to hear them and for Xeno to hear as well, walking in plain sight you stand over a barrel, and tap the mic after the Snyder terrorized the group and made it clear they want Senku to meet his dad in heaven*-Whoever decided to put their hands on my kids, please come outside so I can PEACEFULLY BREAK YOUR LEGS!?!?
The Kingdom of Science*Trying to pull you away from shooting distance*
Snyder*Is Impressed by your balls, Describing your features to Xeno*...
-In the American Colony-
Xeno*Has met you in person, and knows what you're capable of*...
Waking up to a screaming Prefect in their bed, half-naked and with a hangover
Third Years + Chenya & Rollo
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Trey Clover
Blinks a few times, rubs his temple because the hangover is hitting hard.
Calmly holds his hands up: "Whoa, hey, it's not what it looks like. I don't even remember how we ended up here either."
Would awkwardly offer you water or something to calm you down, prioritizing damage control.
Internally: panicking, but on the surface, he's that 'responsible senpai' who wants to de-escalate.
Cater Diamond
Screams with you at first.
Then immediately fumbles for his phone: "OMG this is such a bad look, I swear I didn't plan this, but also... should I take a selfie for proof that this happened? No? Okay - sorry sorry sorry!!"
Tries to laugh it off nervously, but is absolutely mortified.
Internally: This is either my worst nightmare or a romcom setup... or both??
Leona Kingscholar
Doesn't even flinch when you scream. Just groans, pulls the blanket over his head.
"You're loud. Either go back to sleep or get out, Herbivore."
0 shame. He's not clarifying anything because he knows he didn't do anything and if you assume otherwise? That's your problem.
Internally: Mildly amused, but also wants to go back to sleep.
Vil Schoenheit
Immediately sits up and checks his face/hair in a nearby mirror.
"Ugh. My skin is parched... alcohol really is poison."
To you: "Stop screaming, it will only give us both wrinkles. Clearly nothing scandalous happened, or I would remember.
Annoyed, but more at the situation ruining his morning routine than at you.
Rook Hunt
Eyes sparkle. He dramatically takes your hand.
"Ah, mon cher, what passion led us to such a fateful dawn together? quel mystère!"
Completely unbothered, if anything, delighted by the sheer drama of it.
Would 100% tease you about it forever, regardless of what actually happened.
Idia Shroud
Immediate high-pitched shriek louder than yours.
Falls out of bed tangled in blankets, crawls backwards like a horror movie character.
"W-w-wait, this isn't my route-!! I didn't unlock this kind of event, this is way too normie!!"
Face red, hair flaring bright pink. Will avoid you for weeks afterwards.
Malleus Draconia
Tilts his head, completely unbothered by the screaming
"Strange... I do not recall the events of last night. Did the alcohol cause this?"
Calmly tries to reassure you: "Fear not, little one. If something had transpired, I would remember. You are unharmed, yes?"
Internally: More curious than anything, but also faintly amused.
Lilia Vanrouge
Laughs immediately.
"Fufu! Ah, this takes me back to the wild parties of centuries past. No need to panic, little bat!"
Teases you endlessly, pretending something did happen just to see your face pale.
90% trolling, 10% actually hungover.
Chenya
Pops up like a cat, completely unfazed.
"Nyahaha! What's the big deal? Clothes come off, clothes go back on. You're funny, {...}!"
Will tease the living daylights out of you, absolutely leaning into the chaos.
Probably sneaks off before consequences can catch up.
But let's say someone walks in before he disappears on you - most likely Riddle. Poor thing nearly faints from the shock "Chenya?!!"
Said boy is grinning ear to ear, tail swishing "Nyahaha! Relax, Riddle, I didn't steal too much of your Prefect's innocence."
And when the Heartslabyul prefect seethes as if he is about to explode is when Artemiy is disappearing with a poof of smoke before consequences hit.
Rollo Flamme
Bolts upright, horrified, clutching the sheets like they're holy robes.
"Merciful Seven! What debauchery-! No... no!"
Panics like the world is ending, mortified at the idea anyone might find out.
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Internally: Dying inside, already writing in memory his confession speech to the cathedral.
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You among the fighters talking about their most impressive stolen items they took...
Zeus: So Mortal, What did you bring in?
Y/n*Smilling and grabs a control remote to turn on your projector screen to show...You are on a romantic date with Persephone who is having a good time* I stole Hades' Wife~
Hades*In shock looks at the pictures*...
Y/n: We went on a date, We had a magical time!~We kissed we had candyflos~...I've stolen her heart~ *Sees Zeus laughing his heart out* You find that amusing Zeus?
Zeus: I think thats fantastic!-
Y/n: You what else is fantastic?~I also took your wife~*Show the next shot of you and hear having a date and being lovey dovey*
Zeus*Smile drops as he sees Hera having the time of her life*
Y/n*Smirks and looks at Odin*Are you laughing Odin?
Odin: No, I dont laugh
Y/n*Nods and shows the next slide*oH, oKAY -Well it's probably good you weren't laughing cuz I also took your wife!*Shows Pictures of her and Freya on ANOTHER date*
Odin:...
Shiva*In shock with a smile completely dumfounded*
Y/n: You find that amusing Shiva?
Shiva: WHAT THE FUCK?-
Y/n*Smiles showing Shiva you on a date with his Wive's you being cuddled by them and getting kisses from all three*I also took your wives
Shiva*COMPLETLY losing it*-WHAT!?
Y/n: We hung out outside a Royal Oak Pak n Save~
Shiva*Wheezing and shaking his head smiling, holding his two arms up* I KNOW THE ONE, I TAKE THEM THERE TOO!~
Y/n*Looks now at the human side*Raiden, Took me a while to track your girl but I found her!~
The next screenshot...shows an inflatable sex toy woman, you behind her hugging her
Y/n*Looks at Adam*Dadam, I respect you too much
Adam*Smirking and holding his fist towards you*Thanks kiddo
Salutations! I don't request anything from anyone ever! So if anything is weird and wonky I severly apologise in advance.
ANY WHO!! I just read your post about the reader hiding behind the saja boys when they're scared. And to add to that, I wanted to know if it's possible for the Saja Boys and Hunter/x (reader with each individual group) on an elevator when all of a sudden the doors don't close, and in the distance, hallway/ garage parking space is a clown or a group of demons being intimidating and creep up on reader and the idols when reader lets out a blood curdling scream as they beat the ever loving life out of them!
(I can't put links here for some reason? So I will unfortunatly give you the title of the video and the creator. I'M SORRY!!)
You’re in a horror movie By Jaydaddy
Omg I love this request!! I hope you enjoyed, I tried to make it funny. :)
K-pop Demon Hunters: Elevator Horror Comedy Scenarios
The Saja Boys
Scenario 1: The Parking Garage Nightmare with Jinu
The underground parking garage's elevator had been acting up all week, but you never expected this. Standing beside Jinu, the enigmatic leader of the Saja Boys, you feel the tension radiating from his usually composed demeanor. His perfect black hair falls slightly over his eyes as he repeatedly presses the button, his jaw clenched in that stoic way that made millions of fans swoon. "The doors should have closed by now," he mutters, his voice carrying a distinctive restraint.
That's when you see it. In the dim fluorescent lighting of the parking garage, a figure in a tattered clown costume emerges from behind a concrete pillar. Its makeup is smeared, revealing something far more sinister underneath – definitely not human. The thing lets out a bone-chilling laugh that echoes through the empty space, and you feel your blood turn to ice. More shapes begin to emerge from the shadows between parked cars, all grotesque, all moving with that unnatural jerky motion that screams demon.
"Jinu..." you whisper, your voice barely audible as the creatures start shuffling toward the elevator. But before you can even finish his name, the most blood-curdling scream you've ever produced rips from your throat. It's so loud and unexpected that even Jinu – the supposedly unflappable demon leader – jumps about three feet in the air, his cool composure completely shattered. "WHAT THE—" he starts, but you're already in full monster-hunting mode.
You launch yourself at the nearest clown-demon with a flying kick that would make any action movie proud, sending it crashing into a Toyota Camry with a satisfying crunch. Jinu stares in absolute bewilderment as you proceed to use a car antenna as a makeshift sword, whipping it around like you've been training your whole life for this moment. "Y/N, what are you—OH!" he yelps as you grab him by his perfectly styled collar and use him as a human shield against another demon's claws, then immediately pivot to elbow-drop the creature into unconsciousness.
The remaining demons seem just as confused as Jinu, clearly not having expected their easy prey to turn into a one-person wrecking crew. You're wielding a tire iron now (where did you even find that?), and you've somehow managed to use the elevator's emergency phone cord as a demon-binding rope. Jinu, meanwhile, has pressed himself against the elevator wall, looking like he's questioning every life choice that led to this moment. His usual mysterious charisma has been replaced by pure, unadulterated "what is happening right now" energy.
"Should I... should I help?" he asks weakly as you perform what can only be described as a wrestling move on the last remaining clown. "I mean, I am technically supposed to be the dangerous one here..." But you're too busy using the demon's own rubber nose as a weapon to respond. By the time the elevator doors finally decide to close, you're standing triumphantly over a pile of groaning supernatural creatures, not even breathing hard, while Jinu looks like he needs therapy. The quiet ding of the elevator reaching your floor has never sounded more anticlimactic.
Scenario 2: The Corporate Tower Chaos with Mystery
The glass elevator in the sleek corporate building should have been the epitome of modern convenience, but as you stand next to Mystery – the enigmatic purple-haired member whose face remains perpetually hidden – you realize that convenience is the last thing on today's agenda. His long violet locks catch the light from the city skyline, and even though you can't see his expression, something about his posture suggests he's as confused as you are about why the elevator doors are just... staying open.
The polished marble lobby below stretches out like something from a horror movie set, all shadows and reflective surfaces. That's when you spot them – figures in business suits, but wrong. Their movements are too stiff, their heads tilt at impossible angles, and their eyes... well, let's just say they don't look human. One of them has what appears to be tentacles where its tie should be. Another's briefcase is definitely breathing. They're making their way toward the elevator bank with that signature demon shuffle, and you realize with growing dread that you and Mystery are trapped in a vertical glass box.
"Mystery," you whisper, tugging on his impeccably tailored jacket sleeve. But before he can respond with one of his characteristic head tilts, you unleash a scream that would shatter every window in a three-block radius if this weren't a Netflix animation. Mystery actually stumbles backward, his usually graceful demeanor completely destroyed as he watches you transform from worried teenager to absolute menace in 0.3 seconds.
You grab the emergency stop button and somehow weaponize it, using it to brain the first demon that tries to enter the elevator. Mystery watches in stunned silence as you systematically turn every piece of elevator equipment into an instrument of destruction. The handrail becomes nunchucks. The floor buttons become projectiles. You even manage to use the elevator's mirror as both a shield and a way to blind your opponents with reflected light from the lobby's designer fixtures.
"This is... not how I expected this elevator ride to go," Mystery finally speaks, his voice carrying a note of genuine bewilderment that's completely at odds with his usual mysterious persona. He's pressed into the corner, watching you perform what can only be described as elevator kung fu on a group of business-suit demons. At one point, you actually use his long hair as a rope to tie up one of the creatures, and he just... lets it happen, too confused to protest.
The demons clearly weren't prepared for a tactical genius who could turn a routine elevator ride into their worst nightmare. You're using the elevator's weight to your advantage, jumping up and down to make it shake and disorient your attackers, while Mystery clings to the handrail looking like he's on the world's most terrifying amusement park ride. By the time you've finished mopping the floor with supernatural corporate drones, Mystery is staring at you with what you can only assume is awe from behind his purple curtain of hair. "Remind me never to underestimate you," he says faintly as the elevator finally decides to move.
Scenario 3: The Hotel Horror with Romance
The luxury hotel's gold-plated elevator should have been elegant and peaceful, but standing next to Romance – the flirtatious visual with his signature heart-shaped bangs and that dangerous smile – you're getting increasingly nervous about why those doors won't close. Romance keeps checking his reflection in the polished walls, adjusting his perfectly styled hair and shooting you those trademark winks that made fans worldwide lose their minds. "Don't worry, Y/N," he purrs in that irresistibly charming voice, "I'm sure it's just a minor technical—"
That's when the hallway lights start flickering, and you see them. Creatures wearing tattered hotel staff uniforms, their name tags reading things like "DEATH" and "DESPAIR," shambling down the carpeted corridor with that unmistakable demon gait. Their faces are a nightmarish blend of hospitality smiles and supernatural malice, like customer service representatives from the deepest circles of hell. One of them is pushing a room service cart that's definitely not carrying food – unless you count squirming tentacles as cuisine.
Romance's flirty confidence evaporates the moment you let loose a scream that could wake the dead – which, given the circumstances, might actually be counterproductive. He jumps so high he nearly hits the elevator ceiling, his heart-shaped bangs flying everywhere as he clutches his chest dramatically. "Holy—! Y/N, what—" but you're already in full berserker mode, using the elevator's decorative plants as weapons and somehow turning a complimentary newspaper into a demon-slaying device.
"Is this... is this really happening right now?" Romance asks, his usual suave demeanor replaced by sheer panic as you perform what can only be described as interpretive violence on the approaching hotel staff from hell. You've somehow managed to use the elevator's champagne service (because of course this fancy hotel has that) to create a makeshift flamethrower, and Romance is pressed against the wall watching you with the kind of expression usually reserved for natural disasters.
The demons clearly expected an easy meal, not a tactical tornado with a hotel loyalty card. You're using the elevator buttons like a DJ scratching records, each press somehow coordinating your attacks perfectly. At one point, you grab Romance's perfectly manicured hand and use him as a dance partner in the world's most violent waltz, spinning him around to knock out demons while he makes increasingly high-pitched noises of confusion. "This is not how I imagined our first dance together would go!" he wails as you dip him low to avoid a demon's claws, then immediately pop back up to headbutt the creature.
By the time the elevator doors finally close, you're surrounded by groaning supernatural hotel staff, and Romance looks like he needs a vacation from his vacation. His hair is completely disheveled, his clothes are wrinkled, and his confidence has been replaced by the thousand-yard stare of someone who's just witnessed their worldview completely shattered. "Remind me to always take the stairs with you," he whispers as the elevator dings cheerfully at your floor.
Scenario 4: The Shopping Mall Mayhem with Baby
The bright, cheerful elevator in the bustling shopping mall should have been filled with the sounds of pop music and happy shoppers, but instead, it's filled with an increasingly uncomfortable silence as you stand next to Baby – the youngest and most unpredictable Saja Boy. His youthful features and energetic presence usually radiate chaotic Gen Z energy, but right now he's just repeatedly jabbing the door close button with growing frustration. "Come on, come on," he mutters, his voice carrying that rapid-fire delivery that made him the group's wildcard rapper.
The view through the glass elevator shows the mall's main concourse, which should be filled with families and teenagers, but instead, you spot them – figures in mascot costumes, but wrong. The mall's friendly cartoon characters have been twisted into nightmare fuel, with glowing red eyes peering out of cute animal heads and claws protruding from fuzzy paws. They're converging on the elevator bank with that signature demon lurch, and you realize with growing horror that you and Baby are about to become their afternoon snack.
Baby notices them at the same time you do, and his usual mischievous grin falters. "Uh, Y/N, are those supposed to look like—" But before he can finish his sentence, you unleash a banshee wail that echoes through the entire mall, causing every store's security alarm to start blaring in sympathy. Baby literally falls backward, his carefully coordinated outfit suddenly looking rumpled as he stares at you in complete shock. "DUDE! What the actual—"
You're already in full destruction mode, somehow weaponizing everything in the elevator that you didn't even know existed. The mall directory becomes a shield. The emergency phone becomes a grappling hook. You even manage to use the elevator's shopping bag holder as a slingshot, launching Baby's designer sneakers (sorry, Baby) at demon mascots with deadly precision. Baby watches in absolute bewilderment as you turn the confined space into your personal dojo.
"This is insane! This is absolutely mental!" Baby shouts, but there's growing excitement in his voice as he watches you systematically demolish supernatural mall entertainment. His initial shock is morphing into that chaotic energy he's known for, and pretty soon he's cheering you on like you're performing the world's most violent dance routine. "OH! GET HIM! YES! USE THE— WAIT, IS THAT MY PHONE?!" (You may have conscripted his device as a projectile weapon, but desperate times call for desperate measures.)
The demon mascots clearly weren't prepared for an elevator-based tornado with a hyperactive cheerleader. You're bouncing off the walls – literally – using Baby as a springboard for your more acrobatic attacks, and he's gone from confused to completely invested in the chaos. "This is the best mall trip EVER!" he cackles as you perform a move that can only be described as 'retail therapy revenge' on the last remaining creature. By the time the elevator doors close, you're both laughing like maniacs, surrounded by the remains of what used to be the mall's family-friendly entertainment, while Baby looks at you with newfound respect and just a little bit of fear.
Scenario 5: The Office Building Pandemonium with Abs (Abby)
The sterile office building elevator moves with mechanical precision, but today precision seems to be in short supply. Standing next to Abs – the powerfully built, intimidatingly quiet main dancer of the Saja Boys – you're acutely aware of how his broad shoulders seem to take up half the elevator car. His silence isn't unusual, but the way he keeps glancing at the elevator controls with growing annoyance suggests that even his patience has limits. The doors should have closed minutes ago.
Through the elevator's small window, you can see the office building's fluorescent-lit corridors, but something's off. Figures in business attire are moving through the hallways, but their movements are jerky and unnatural, like marionettes controlled by a drunk puppeteer. Their ties are too long, their briefcases drag on the ground, and their eyes... well, they're definitely not preparing quarterly reports. They're heading straight for the elevator bank, and you realize with sinking dread that casual Friday just became survival Friday.
Abs notices your growing tension and follows your gaze, his expression darkening as he spots the approaching horde. "Those aren't..." he starts in his characteristically measured tone, but before he can finish his assessment, you let out a scream that probably violated several noise ordinances and definitely shattered the building's motivational posters. Abs – all 200+ pounds of muscle and intimidation – actually jumps and spins around to face you with the expression of someone who just discovered their houseplant can speak.
"What are you—" he begins, but you're already transforming the elevator into your personal weapons cache. Somehow, you've turned the handrail into a bo staff, the floor buttons into throwing stars, and the emergency phone into what can only be described as a medieval flail. Abs watches in stunned silence as you systematically deconstruct every office drone demon that tries to enter your vertical territory.
The irony isn't lost on anyone that the actual demon is pressed against the elevator wall while you – the supposedly harmless human – are delivering a masterclass in improvised combat. "Should I... should I be helping?" Abs asks weakly, his usual commanding presence completely undermined by the fact that you're currently using his tie as a weapon against a particularly persistent filing-cabinet demon. "I mean, I work out every day, but this is..." He trails off as you perform what can only be called 'aggressive office reorganization' on the last few creatures.
By the time the elevator doors finally close, Abs is looking at you with a mixture of respect, fear, and the dawning realization that maybe he's not the strongest person in this elevator after all. The office demons are groaning on the floor, and you're calmly straightening your clothes like you just finished a particularly vigorous PowerPoint presentation. "Remind me to always bring you to company meetings," he says quietly, his voice carrying a note of genuine admiration as the elevator finally decides to function properly.
Scenario 6: The Hospital Horror with All Five Saja Boys
This is it – the ultimate nightmare scenario. You're in the hospital's large service elevator with all five members of the Saja Boys, heading up to visit a friend, when the doors decide to stage their own rebellion and refuse to close. Jinu stands with his usual stoic composure, Mystery lurks in the corner with his purple hair creating its own shadow, Romance keeps checking his reflection despite the circumstances, Baby is bouncing impatiently, and Abs fills up about half the available space with his presence alone.
The hospital corridor stretches out before you, but instead of the usual medical bustle, you see them – figures in medical scrubs and lab coats, but wrong in every conceivable way. Their stethoscopes writhe like snakes, their clipboards are covered in what's definitely not patient information, and their faces... well, let's just say they didn't graduate from any medical school on Earth. They're shambling down the hallway with that unmistakable demon gait, and you realize that these creatures give a whole new meaning to "bedside manner."
"Um, is it just me, or do those doctors look—" Romance starts, but before anyone can finish identifying the obvious supernatural threat, you unleash a scream that probably woke up every patient in the ICU. All five Saja Boys jump simultaneously – a sight so ridiculous that under normal circumstances, it would have gone viral on social media. Jinu's composure cracks, Mystery's hair flies everywhere, Romance clutches his chest dramatically, Baby makes a sound like a startled chihuahua, and Abs actually bumps his head on the elevator ceiling.
But you're already in full mayhem mode, somehow turning the hospital elevator into your personal armory. The wheelchair accessibility button becomes a shield. The emergency medical kit becomes your personal arsenal. You even manage to use the hand sanitizer dispenser as some kind of chemical weapon. The Saja Boys watch in collective bewilderment as you systematically dismantle every medical professional from hell that tries to enter your domain.
"This is absolutely mental," Baby shouts with growing excitement, while Romance has pressed himself against the wall muttering, "This is not how I wanted to die." Mystery seems to be taking notes on your fighting technique, Jinu keeps opening and closing his mouth like he wants to take charge but has no idea how, and Abs just stares like he's watching the world's most violent medical documentary.
The demon doctors clearly weren't prepared for a tactical genius with a medical degree from the University of Absolute Violence. You're using the elevator's medical emergency features like a one-person surgical team, except instead of saving lives, you're ending supernatural ones. At one point, you actually coordinate all five Saja Boys into an inadvertent boy band formation to help you perform what can only be described as 'synchronized demon disposal,' and they're too confused to resist.
By the time the elevator doors finally close, you're standing triumphantly over a pile of groaning medical nightmares while all five Saja Boys look like they need immediate therapy. Jinu's hair is disheveled, Mystery's mysterious aura has been replaced by obvious bewilderment, Romance looks like he's having an existential crisis, Baby is staring at you with newfound worship, and Abs appears to be questioning his entire understanding of physical strength.
"So," Jinu says finally, his voice barely steady, "should we... should we just take the stairs from now on?" The elevator dings cheerfully as it reaches your floor, and you step out calmly, leaving behind five very confused demon boys and a valuable life lesson about underestimating the quiet ones.
Hunter/x
Scenario 1: Rumi and Y/N - "The Purple-Haired Problem Solver"
You found yourself in the sleek glass elevator of the music company building with Rumi, HUNTR/X's charismatic leader. She was humming softly, her long purple braid swaying as she checked her phone, probably reviewing lyrics for their next comeback. The elevator had been climbing smoothly toward the 15th floor recording studio when suddenly, it jolted to a complete stop between floors 8 and 9.
"That's... weird," Rumi muttered, pressing the door button repeatedly. Nothing happened. The doors remained stubbornly closed, and worse yet, an eerie silence filled the building. You both peered through the glass walls of the elevator shaft, and that's when you saw it—down in the parking garage level, a grotesque clown with razor-sharp teeth and glowing red eyes was slowly shambling toward the elevator shaft, dragging what looked like a rusty chainsaw behind it.
Rumi's leader instincts kicked in immediately. "Okay, don't panic," she said, though you could see her demon markings starting to faintly glow through her long sleeves—a sure sign she was stressed. "There has to be an emergency button or—"
The clown let out a bone-chilling laugh that echoed through the building, and suddenly three more demons materialized beside it, all wearing twisted carnival masks and carrying various horrifying weapons. They began their slow, menacing advance up the stairwell.
That's when you lost it. You let out a blood-curdling scream that could probably be heard in the next district, grabbed the emergency axe from the elevator's safety compartment (because of course there was one), and somehow managed to pry open the doors with superhuman strength fueled by pure terror and adrenaline.
"Y/N, what are you—OH MY GOD!" Rumi shouted as you launched yourself out of the elevator like a purple-haired missile of destruction. She watched in absolute bewilderment as you proceeded to completely demolish all four demons with a combination of the fire axe, a random metal pipe you found, and what appeared to be pure, unadulterated rage.
When the dust settled and demon confetti was scattered across the parking garage, you stood there breathing heavily, covered in weird glittery demon dust, still holding the bent axe. Rumi slowly floated down using her demon powers (because the elevator was still broken), staring at you with a mixture of awe and mild concern.
"So..." she said, trying to process what she just witnessed, "remind me to never get on your bad side. Also, are you available for our security team? Because Celine would probably give you a raise just for that demonstration alone." She paused, brushing some demon glitter off your shoulder. "Though next time, maybe let's try the emergency phone first?"
Scenario 2: Mira and Y/N - "The Sarcastic Survivor"
The company's freight elevator was definitely not the most glamorous way to travel, but Mira had insisted on taking it to avoid the crowds of trainees who always seemed to swarm the main elevators whenever HUNTR/X was in the building. You didn't mind—Mira's dry humor and brutally honest commentary made even the most mundane situations entertaining.
"I swear, if one more trainee asks me to teach them our choreography, I'm going to start charging tuition," Mira deadpanned, adjusting her pink ponytails as the elevator climbed toward the dance studios. "Like, do I look like a dance academy to you?"
The elevator suddenly lurched and came to a grinding halt. The lights flickered ominously before settling into an eerie red emergency glow. Through the small window in the freight elevator door, you could see into the building's main atrium—and what you saw made your blood run cold.
A pack of demons dressed like demented circus performers was stalking through the lobby, their grotesque painted faces twisted into malicious grins. One of them, apparently the leader, was juggling what looked suspiciously like human heads while riding a unicycle. They were clearly heading for the elevator bay.
"Well, this is just fantastic," Mira said with her signature sarcasm, though you noticed her hand instinctively moving toward where she usually kept her demon-hunting weapons. "I was really hoping to add 'trapped in an elevator with nightmare fuel' to my list of life experiences."
The demons began banging on the elevator doors, their horrible laughter echoing through the shaft. That's when your fight-or-flight response chose violence. You let out a scream that would make a banshee proud, somehow managed to kick the elevator doors clean off their hinges, and proceeded to absolutely obliterate the demon circus with nothing but pure fury and a conveniently placed mop bucket.
Mira watched the entire spectacle with raised eyebrows, occasionally offering commentary like "Oh, nice form on that swing" and "I give that demon punt a solid 8 out of 10." When you finally stood victorious among the defeated demons, she slow-clapped.
"Not gonna lie," she said, stepping over demon debris, "that was actually pretty impressive. Though I have questions about your technique—where did you even learn to use a mop bucket like that? And more importantly," she smirked, "can you teach that to Zoey? Because she definitely needs to work on her improvisational combat skills."
Scenario 3: Zoey and Y/N - "The Turtle-Loving Terror"
Zoey was practically bouncing with excitement as the elevator climbed to the top floor where the radio interview was being held. She'd been talking non-stop about the new variety show HUNTR/X was going to appear on, occasionally pausing to show you memes on her phone or point out how the elevator music reminded her of a turtle documentary soundtrack she'd watched the night before.
"Oh! And did you know that some turtles can live up to 150 years? Like, imagine all the things they've seen! They probably know so many secrets," she chattered, her twin braided buns bobbing as she gestured enthusiastically. "Do you think turtles ever get elevator anxiety? Because I feel like they would, you know, being slow and all..."
The elevator suddenly stopped with a loud clang, and the cheerful muzak cut out abruptly. Zoey pressed the buttons multiple times, but nothing happened. Through the elevator's glass panel, you could see down into the building's courtyard where a group of demons had appeared—and these weren't your average demons. They were wearing business suits but had horrifying melted faces and were carrying briefcases that were definitely dripping something unpleasant.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no," Zoey whispered, her usual bubbly demeanor replaced by genuine fear. "Those are definitely not friendly demons. I mean, I was hoping maybe they could be friendly demons, but the whole 'melting face' thing is really giving off bad vibes, you know?"
The demons began climbing the building's exterior, moving with unnatural speed and making horrible shrieking sounds. One of them locked eyes with you through the glass, and its smile revealed rows of needle-sharp teeth.
That's when you completely lost it. You screamed like you were auditioning for a horror movie, somehow punched through the reinforced glass of the elevator, and proceeded to rain down absolute chaos on the demon business convention below using nothing but elevator parts and the power of protective rage.
Zoey watched in stunned silence as you single-handedly defeated an entire demon corporate restructuring team, then slowly started clapping. "That was... wow. Just wow. You know what? You remind me of this documentary I saw about honey badgers. They're like, super small but they can take down anything. Are you part honey badger? Because that would explain a lot." She paused thoughtfully. "Also, do you think those demons were here for a hostile takeover? Because their business plan was definitely lacking."
Scenario 4: All of HUNTR/X and Y/N - "The Ultimate Demon Demolition Squad"
The building's main elevator was spacious enough to fit all four of you comfortably, which was good because HUNTR/X's group dynamic required a certain amount of space for Zoey's animated storytelling, Mira's dramatic eye rolls, and Rumi's attempts to keep everyone focused on their schedule. You were heading to the penthouse for a high-profile photoshoot when everything went sideways.
"So then I told the interviewer that our concept was 'ethereal demon-hunting goddesses with a side of existential dread,'" Mira was saying, "and apparently that was 'too honest' for daytime television."
"You can't just say existential dread on morning TV," Rumi sighed, though she was smiling. "What's next, explaining the psychological trauma of maintaining secret identities?"
"Oh! Speaking of trauma," Zoey chimed in, "did you guys know that elephants can get PTSD? It's actually really sad, but also fascinating from a psychological standpoint—"
The elevator jolted to a halt so suddenly that you all grabbed the railings. The lights cut out completely, plunging you into darkness for a few terrifying seconds before emergency lighting kicked in. Through the elevator's windows, you could see that the entire building was now surrounded by demons—not just a few, but an entire army of the things.
Some were floating outside the windows on various floors, others were climbing the building like demented spiders, and a particularly large group had gathered in the lobby and seemed to be conducting some kind of demonic board meeting.
"Okay, that's definitely not normal," Rumi said, her leader mode activating as her demon markings began to glow. "Everyone stay calm, we can handle this—"
"Are those demons wearing matching outfits?" Zoey interrupted, squinting through the glass. "Because that's either really organized or really disturbing. Maybe both?"
"Both," Mira confirmed dryly. "Definitely both. Also, is it just me, or do they seem to be specifically targeting us? Because I have notes about their coordination strategy, and it's honestly better than some of our backup dancers."
That's when the demons started making synchronized screeching sounds that vibrated through the entire building. The elevator began to shake, and you could see cracks forming in the windows.
You took one look at the demonic convention happening around the building, looked at your three favorite demon hunters who were about to have their evening completely ruined, and felt something snap inside your brain. You let out a scream that probably registered on seismic equipment, somehow managed to tear the elevator doors off like they were made of paper, and launched yourself into the most spectacular display of protective fury the building had ever witnessed.
What followed could only be described as a one-person demon apocalypse. You turned elevators into weapons, used office furniture as ammunition, and somehow managed to clear out an entire building full of demons using nothing but righteous anger and an impressive disregard for physics.
When the dust settled and the last demon had been yeeted into the next dimension, you stood in the destroyed lobby surrounded by the remnants of your impromptu demon-clearing operation. HUNTR/X slowly descended from the elevator (which was somehow still functional despite missing its doors) and stared at the carnage.
"So," Rumi said slowly, surveying the demolished demons, "I think we need to discuss adding you to our official roster."
"Seconded," Mira added. "Though I have some suggestions about your technique. Maybe we could work on your form—not that it wasn't effective, but there's always room for improvement."
"Oh! Oh!" Zoey bounced excitedly. "Can we get matching outfits? Because I feel like Y/N definitely earned matching outfits. Also, do you think the demons will file an insurance claim? Because that seems like it would be really complicated paperwork."
As you stood there, still holding what appeared to be a demon's briefcase and covered in various unidentifiable demon residue, you realized that somehow you'd just auditioned for the world's most dangerous K-pop group. And honestly? You were totally okay with that.
featuring — Trey : Leona : Jade : Jamil : Rook : Idia : Silver x male! reader with first years. cw: slightly suggestive.
Your friends have been noticing you giving your boyfriend a container of pineapple almost every day and are starting to wonder why.
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ᝰ Trey Clover
You handed Trey a small container of pineapple before his next class, smiling sweetly. “Cut them this morning. Hope you like them,” you said, kissing his cheek.
Trey blinked, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. “Again? You’ve really been into giving me pineapple lately…” Still, he popped a slice into his mouth and smiled softly. “Sweet as always. Thanks, sweetheart.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, kissed you on the lips, and walked off, still chewing.
As soon as you sat down with your friends, Ace leaned in with a look of suspicion. “Okay, that’s the fourth time this week. Why pineapple again?”
Jack frowned. “You’re feeding him like it’s some kind of ritual.”
Epel added, “It’s weirdly consistent.”
You simply shrugged and leaned forward with a grin. “They say pineapple makes semen taste sweeter.”
Deuce choked on air, Jack dropped his fork, Epel and Ace's eyes went wide, and Sebek shouted, “THIS IS FOUL!”
You just sipped your juice casually. “And he has no idea~.”
ᝰ Leona Kingscholar
Leona was sprawled under a tree when you dropped a container of pineapple onto his chest and kissed his cheek. “Eat it well~”
He lazily cracked one eye open. “Pineapple again?” he asked, grabbing it. “This better not be your idea of flirting.”
Still, he ate it, chewing slowly. “Tastes better than last week.”
You smiled. “I picked the sweetest one.”
Stretching lazily, he mumbled, “Nice.”
“All for you, baby,” you replied with a grin.
He yawned and kissed you on the lips, then tossed the empty container into the grass. “Go eat.”
You joined your friends at the lunch table, and Ace immediately pointed his sandwich at you. “Okay, why are you feeding him pineapple, only pineapple?”
“That’s, like, the fourth time this week,” Jack muttered.
“Why pineapple?” Epel added.
You leaned in and said casually, “Just read online that pineapple makes, y’know… certain fluids taste better.”
Silence fell.
Deuce turned bright red, and Sebek slammed both hands on the table. “You’re flavoring him like a snack?!”
You just gave a lazy grin. “King of the Jungle’s gonna taste like a tropical juice.”
ᝰ Jade Leech
You passed Jade the pineapple while he stood outside his classroom. “For you,” you said, kissing his cheek.
“Again?” he asked, amused. “You’ve been remarkably generous with pineapple lately,” he noted. He slowly took a piece and ate it right in front of you, lips curling into a mysterious smile. “Mmm… sweet. You always surprise me.”
“Glad you like it,” you replied, holding back a laugh.
As soon as you returned to your seat with your friends, all five of them turned to you in sync.
“That’s day five,” Ace muttered. “What is going on?”
“You’re definitely up to something,” Deuce said.
Epel added, “Kinda fruity of you, literally.”
You grinned and said quietly, “It’s because pineapple makes your boyfriend’s cum taste better.”
Deuce nearly fell off his seat. Jack groaned. Epel and Ace burst out laughing, and Sebek looked physically ill.
“YOU’RE TAMPERING WITH HIS ESSENCE?!”
You held your head high. “The ocean just got sweeter.”
ᝰ Jamil Viper
Jamil sighed when you appeared in the hallway and handed him the pineapple container.
“Again with the pineapple?” he asked, raising a brow. “I’m starting to think there’s something in it.”
He opened it anyway. You gave your most innocent smile. “It’s just fruit, baby.”
He narrowed his eyes. Then, popping a piece into his mouth, he chewed thoughtfully and muttered, “Okay, it’s… really sweet. Almost too sweet.” He squinted at you. “I will find out what this is about.”
You only smiled and kissed his cheek.
The moment you returned to the lunch table, your friends immediately surrounded you.
“What are you doing to Jamil?” Deuce asked. “That’s pineapple like four days in a row.”
“You trying to enhance his dance moves or something?” Epel snorted.
You leaned in, voice low. “Saw online that pineapple makes a guy’s stuff taste better.”
Everyone froze.
Ace screamed. Jack slapped a hand over his face. Deuce and Epel looked horrified. Sebek was twitching.
“YOU—!” Sebek started, but you just smirked.
“for research purposes.”
ᝰ Rook Hunt
“Ah, l’ananas~! (pineapple)” Rook beamed as you handed him the container near the courtyard. “Such a golden fruit! Mon amour, you never fail to delight me with your romantic fruit choices.”
He took a bite and sighed dramatically. “So ripe… so luscious… What secrets does this fruit carry, I wonder?”
“You’ll find out someday,” you said with a smile, kissing his cheek. “But not today.”
Rook winked. “A mystery! How enticing~!”
You hadn’t even made it back to the table before Ace blurted, “Okay, that’s it. Spill. What’s with the pineapple?”
Jack looked disturbed. “He talks about it like it’s making him feral.”
“That’s the fourth time this week,” Epel added.
You smirked. “It sweetens your boyfriend’s cum. Found it online.”
Silence fell.
Then Epel shouted, “TMI!”
Deuce exploded. “HE THINKS IT’S A LOVE LANGUAGE AND YOU’RE JUST… SEASONING HIM?!”
Sebek looked horrified.
You just giggled. “Just an experiment.”
ᝰ Idia Shroud
Idia was glued to his computer, gaming in his dorm when you nudged a pineapple container onto his desk.
“Eat now, Player 1. Real food. Now,” you said, leaning down to kiss his cheek.
He barely looked up, but grabbed a piece and tossed it into his mouth. “Pineapple? Again? But… mm. Sweet.”
Pause. “Like gummy fruit with stats boosted.”
You snorted. “Call it a buff.”
“Flavor buff unlocked,” he muttered, continuing to game, completely unaware of the real perk he was getting.
You returned to your usual spot, where your friends were waiting.
“You feed Idia pineapple?” Ace laughed. “What’s the plan? Juice his RAM?”
“Maybe it helps his crit rate,” Epel joked.
You smirked and said, “It makes semen sweeter.”
Jack groaned. Deuce looked like he lost brain cells. Sebek shrieked.
You just smiled. “If he ever gets out of the basement, he’ll be ready.”
ᝰ Silver
You handed Silver the container in his classroom just before he could doze off again.
“Snack time,” you said, kissing his cheek.
He blinked slowly and took it with a soft smile. “Thank you…” he mumbled. “Oh? Pineapple again?”
Now confused, he glanced at you. “Why do you have so much pineapple?”
Still, he ate one piece, then leaned against your shoulder and sighed. “Always sweet… You always take care of me.”
“Always will,” you whispered, kissing his temple as he drifted off with the container still in hand.
Back at the lunch table, your friends exploded with questions.
“WHY DO YOU INSIST ON FEEDING SILVER THIS FRUIT?!” Sebek cried.
“You’re slipping him something, aren’t you?” Jack asked, clearly suspicious.
You held up a hand calmly. “It makes his cum taste better.”
Silence.
Then Ace burst out laughing. Deuce’s face turned bright red. Epel screamed. And Sebek stood up like he was about to issue a royal decree, horrified.
You just shrugged. “Just experimenting.”
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𖦹 I swear, it was way funnier in my head.
𖦹 Sooo, I was eating a pineapple earlier and immediately remembered this fact from years ago, either someone told me or I just saw it online, lol.
Streamer!Yuu: So...sound off everyone. What was something he did that was in instant turn on?
Vet!Yuu: Leona was training at the gym and I came to check his form for Coach Vargas. He decided to show off by picking me up with one arm while shirtless and sweaty. I wanted right there and then. I had to leave before the other beastmen found out.
Maid!Yuu. Umm...Riddle—
Onsen!Yuu: ...
Maid!Yuu: He...um...helped me with my shoes when I was struggling to put them on with my prosthetic leg in the way. I felt like a princess with a glass slipper.
Everyone: Awww.
Streamer!Yuu: Yeah, yeah , yeah. Where are the juicy stories?
Gardener!Yuu: Vil once spanked me on accident. He was actually aiming to swat Epel on the head when he was spray-painting with his crush. I stepped in the way to yell at them and well...you know. I yelped so loud it surprised me. Vil was into it. He's actually pretty kinky in bed.
Marine Biologist!Yuu: I saw Azul take his glove off with his teeth.
Jester!Yuu: Acey pulled a counter from behind my ear and then brushed my hair behind my ear.
Nurse!Yuu: I saw Floyd just standing there. That's all I need.
Streamer!Yuu: Really? He didn't do anything that just got you hot and bothered specifically. And not purposely or it doesn't count.
Nurse!Yuu: He was meticulously cleaning his shoes. I wanted to bite him till my teeth left marks on his entire neck. He shouldn't have been sitting on the floor where I could reach him.
Chef!Yuu: Ruggie fell asleep after a big meal and he looked so cute I wanted to...hehe. Well he's a little grabby when he's asleep.
Special Forces!Yuu: I saw Rook practicing archery in a sleeveless shirt. He looked so focused and his arms looked good in his gear. I wanted to jump his bones, repeatedly, and without rest.
Otaku!Yuu: Idia was working on a new invention and held a tool in his mouth while he was working.
Artist!Yuu: I d-don't know. Jade usually just f-follows me around. He just s-s-stares even when I'm drawing him. D-does that count?
Streamer!Yuu: No.
Artist!Yuu: Oh, d-d-dear...
Disciplinary Officer!Yuu: Why would I have such indecent thoughts? You guys are like dogs in heat I swear.
Streamer!Yuu: So you have never had dirty thoughts about Sebek?
Disciplinary Officer!Yuu: N-NO! WHY WOULD I?!
Streamer!Yuu: Alright chill.
Noble!Yuu: I saw Malleus flick his tail when he was mad. I wondered if I could use his horns as handlebars.
Steamer!Yuu: Great seven...
Onsen!Yuu: ....
Streamer!Yuu: Come on speak woman.
Onsen!Yuu: Trey helped rebuild a broken wooden barrier between the private baths. The steam made his white shirt translucent. He looked...good.
Streamer!Yuu: Hard to admit huh? I saw it and he looked hot as fuck.
Onsen!Yuu: Shut up.
Writer!Yuu: Uh....I...saw Jack smile at me during track practice. I wanted to invite him to the library to read with me.
Oh my goshhhhhh I LOVED the Randomly Kissing the Dorm Leaders prompt you just did!! Their reactions were so cute and it was just the right amount of suggestive hehe!! Is there any chance you would consider doing the vice housewardens too?
- [𝐩:𝐬] suggestive themes . mentions of making out . romantic tension
Note: I sure can! Here you go anon! <3
Trey Clover
It was supposed to be a normal afternoon. Trey had just finished up club activities and was making his way back to Heartslabyul’s dorm, a bit dusty from helping Riddle with some garden chores. He was in the middle of rolling up his sleeves when he heard footsteps running up behind him — and before he could turn around fully, you had grabbed his hand and yanked him into an empty storage room near the greenhouse.
“Whoa—! [Name]?” he blinked, only slightly surprised as the door shut behind you. “What’s going on? Did something happen—”
Your hands came up, cupping his face, and then? Kiss.
One, two, three — they came like sugar-sweet raindrops: on his cheeks, his lips, his nose, his forehead. A barrage of affection. Trey just stood there in stunned silence, warm hands lightly hovering at your waist as you showered him with love. He blinked behind his glasses, heart thudding a bit harder with each peck.
“Missed you,” you whispered between kisses. “And I just couldn’t wait anymore.”
That’s when he finally exhaled a soft laugh. “You’re unbelievable,” he murmured, cheeks flushed just enough to pinken under his freckles. He pulled you in by the waist, leaning his forehead against yours. “Dragging me into a room like this… You trying to give me a heart attack, sweetheart?”
You grinned up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Guilty.”
He chuckled, brushing your hair back gently. “You could’ve at least let me clean up first… I’m all sweaty from gardening,” he teased — but even as he said it, his thumb was brushing softly along your cheek, eyes drinking you in like you were the sweetest confection he’d ever laid eyes on.
Then, in a rare moment of selfishness, Trey kissed you back — not just once, but again and again, slow and thorough like he was trying to memorize the shape of your love. The kind of kisses that felt like coming home after a long day.
“I’ll never get tired of this,” he said against your lips. “But next time… at least give a guy a warning before ambushing him, alright?”
Yeah. Right. Like you wouldn’t do it again tomorrow.
Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie had been running errands all over campus — Leona had sent him out again (as usual), this time to fetch some imported tea, organize his notes, and somehow restock an entire cabinet full of snacks that the Savannaclaw students had obliterated.
He was already planning a nap in the shade when you caught him walking through the hallway.
“Oh hey, babe—whoa!!” he yelped as you grabbed his wrist and practically dragged him into an old classroom, slamming the door shut behind you.
He blinked, confused and very much on alert. “H-Hey now, what’s the deal?! We gettin’ chased or somethin’? If this is about those donuts from Sam’s shop, I swear I only took—”
Then? Smooch.
You surged up on your toes and planted a kiss right on his lips, catching him mid-ramble. And then another. And another.
His back hit the wall, and you kept going — kisses on his face, his jaw, even his temple when he tilted his head in disbelief. The poor boy froze like a raccoon caught in headlights.
“Shishishi—W-Wait, hold up! You’re—You’re attackin’ me with love outta nowhere!” he laughed breathlessly, heart pounding fast under his hoodie. “Geez, I didn’t even get time to fix my hair—!”
But his words melted into mush as your lips brushed his again, and all that sass slowly melted into the softest sigh.
Ruggie’s hands eventually found your waist, gripping lightly like he wasn’t sure this was real. “Man… you really like catchin’ me off guard, huh?” he muttered with a grin, ears pink and twitching.
“You’ve been working hard,” you whispered. “You deserve a break. And kisses.”
Ruggie let out a crooked little chuckle, his smile lazy and warm. “Y’know… if this is what I get for runnin’ errands, I might start askin’ Leona for more chores.”
He leaned down, brushing his nose against yours playfully. “But hey… next time, at least lemme grab a snack first. You’re wearin’ me out, and I haven’t even had lunch.”
Still, when you reached up for one more kiss, he was already meeting you halfway — because honestly? This was the best kind of exhaustion he’d ever felt.
Jade Leech
Jade was never one to be caught off guard. He prided himself on reading people like books — knowing what they wanted, how they moved, what they might do next. He enjoyed the thrill of control, of having the upper hand in every conversation, every moment.
Which is why he found it exceptionally entertaining when you managed to surprise him.
You spotted him near the Lounge after a long, tiring day, a sly glint in your eyes. He looked elegant as ever, uniform crisp, a tray in hand, about to disappear into the staff hallway—
And then?
You grabbed him by the sleeve and yanked him into an unused supply closet.
“My, my,” Jade chuckled, amused. “How assertive. Dare I ask what your intentions are, dear—”
Kiss.
Right on the lips.
And another. And another. And then down to his neck, his jawline, the corner of his smirking mouth. You didn’t give him time to speak again. You were on a mission, and that mission was: love attack.
For a moment, Jade just blinked, caught between laughter and stunned silence.
“…Oh?” he finally hummed. “Is this an ambush, or am I merely dreaming?”
You grinned against his cheek. “Just wanted to smother you in affection. No plotting, no schemes. Just kisses.”
He tilted his head, his long fingers ghosting along your waist as if to steady himself. His mismatched eyes sparkled in the low light.
“How very... reckless of you,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a silken purr. “You’re lucky I’m quite fond of recklessness—especially when it comes from you.”
Then, with a grin sharp enough to cut through the quiet, he kissed you back — slow and deliberate, making you feel every second of it.
He pulled back only slightly to whisper, “Next time, let’s make it a proper ambush. Candles, a romantic setting… maybe even a little danger.”
And yet, even as he teased you, Jade was smiling. A genuine, rare smile that reached his eyes.
“You always manage to catch me off guard, darling,” he whispered. “And I must admit… I love that about you.”
Jamil Viper
He was walking down the hallway of Scarabia dorm, finally — finally — done with a mountain of tasks that had kept him running around all day. Between Kalim’s social plans, paperwork, magic practice, and student council duties, Jamil hadn’t had more than ten minutes to himself.
So when he saw you turn the corner up ahead, your eyes lighting up the moment they met his, he felt a brief but blissful relief wash over him.
“Hey, I was just about to—”
You grabbed his wrist. And pulled him straight into the nearest empty room.
“What the—?! [Name]?” he said with alarm, barely managing to close the door before your hands tangled in his scarf and you kissed him. Not once. Not gently. But in a fast, frantic flurry of affection that sent his mind into a complete stall.
“W-Wait, wait, what’s going on?” Jamil gasped between kisses, back hitting the wall. “You—I—why now?!”
But you didn’t answer — only looked up at him with that dazzling smile, the one that always cracked through his carefully built defenses. You were peppering kisses across his cheeks, his lips, even the line of his jaw, and Jamil’s brain? Short-circuited.
He tensed up at first, a natural instinct — he was used to being on edge, always cautious, always guarded.
But with every press of your lips, something in him loosened.
He let out a low breath. His eyes fluttered shut. His arms slid around your waist as if they had a mind of their own. “…You’re so unfair,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and soft against your ear. “How am I supposed to stay composed when you do things like this?”
You giggled and kissed his nose. “You don’t have to. I just wanted to remind you that I love you. Like… a lot.”
A laugh — an actual laugh — escaped him, warm and full of something he rarely allowed anyone else to see. “You’re a menace,” he muttered. “But you’re my menace.”
He cupped your cheek gently, pressing a final kiss to your forehead with a smirk. “Fine. But next time you kidnap me, warn me first. So I can at least prepare my heart.”
(He was already planning to steal you away later that night to return the favor — with interest.)
Rook Hunt
The day had been insufferably long. Between classes, track practice, and a surprise club meeting that ran two hours over, you hadn’t had a single moment alone with Rook. And the thing about dating the ever-dramatic hunter of beauty was—when you missed him, you missed him.
So when you finally caught sight of him sauntering down a hallway, humming a tune to himself, golden hair catching the sunlight through the windows, you acted.
You grabbed his wrist without a word and pulled him down a side corridor.
“Chéri?” he blinked, a surprised smile curling at his lips. “What is this sudden mystery—oh!”
You shoved open a storage room door, pulled him inside, and slammed it shut behind you.
“Mon dieu,” he laughed breathlessly as you pressed him against the wall, your hands sliding up his chest. “Such fire, such passion—!”
Kiss.
You didn’t even give him a second to finish his sentence. Your lips crashed into his like you’d been starved of him for days. And maybe you had. You kissed him over and over, hands weaving into his hair, your body pressed flush against his as if trying to make up for all the stolen moments you didn’t get today.
He gasped softly under your touch, eyes fluttering half-shut as his arms wound around your waist.
“Ah, mon ange,” he sighed between kisses. “You must know this is quite the divine surprise…”
But he made no move to stop you.
If anything, he encouraged you—letting you trail kisses down his jaw, nuzzle into his neck. His fingers splayed across your lower back as he tilted his head, allowing you all the access in the world.
“You ravish me like the fiercest of hunters,” he whispered, lips brushing against your temple. “And I am but your prey, helpless to resist.”
You giggled breathlessly. “Maybe I just missed you.”
“Oh, but that makes it all the more romantic, ma chérie,” he purred, nuzzling your cheek. “To be missed so deeply… what a privilege. What a delicious ache.”
He kissed you this time—slower, deeper, full of longing.
When you finally pulled away, dazed and flushed, Rook looked at you with such open affection it nearly stole your breath all over again.
“You always catch me so beautifully off guard,” he murmured. “Next time, let me steal you away… and I’ll make sure we don’t leave that room for hours.”
Lilia Vanrouge
You didn’t plan it.
But there was just something about Lilia that made self-control impossible. Maybe it was the sly smirk he always wore, or the way he teased you just enough to stir your heart but never enough to satisfy it. Maybe it was the fact that he could vanish in the blink of an eye, leaving you aching with the need to grab him and never let go.
So when you spotted him walking through the dorm halls, humming some old war song and sipping from his spiky black tea thermos, you pounced.
“Eh? What’s this, darling—?”
You tugged him by the arm, swung open the nearest empty music room door, and dragged him inside.
The second the door clicked shut behind you, you launched.
“Whoa-ho-ho~!” Lilia laughed, clearly amused as your hands clutched his shirt and your lips met his in a storm of kisses. “Oh my~ aren’t we enthusiastic today?”
You didn’t even respond. You just smothered him—kisses on his lips, his cheeks, his neck. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you kissed him again and again, like you’d been holding it in all week. Because you had.
At first, Lilia let you do as you pleased, laughing into your kisses, his hands gently guiding you closer. “My, my. Did you miss me that much?” he teased, his voice low and fond.
You kissed him harder.
“…I see,” he said, amused and delighted. “So you needed your fill of me. How bold, my love. I’m flattered.”
But then, he flipped the dynamic in an instant.
He spun you around and gently pressed you to the piano behind you, lips brushing your ear. “Now that you’ve had your turn…” he whispered, voice rich and playful, “I believe it’s my turn to smother you~”
Before you could even gasp, his kisses came fast—fluttering, playful, then deep. One moment he was peppering your face with quick kisses, and the next, he was cupping your jaw and kissing you like he wanted to melt you.
When he pulled back, both of you breathless, Lilia grinned wickedly. “Stealing me away in the middle of the day? How very romantic. I should reward you for that sort of boldness more often.”
Then he winked.
“But next time you pull me into a room, dearest, make sure it locks properly. I’d hate to be interrupted while being so thoroughly loved.”
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I need some teasing romantic fluff, can I request the housewardens reaction to being pulled into a random room by their lover and being smother with kisses. Please and thank you 💖💖
- [𝐩:𝐬] suggestive themes . mentions of making out ofc
Note: Honestly thing took me shorter than I thought it would to write Lol. And I tried my best to not make it extremely suggestive... But I then realized I have free will and just made it regularly suggestive.
Riddle Rosehearts
The hallway was quiet, lined with the dignified wallpaper and polished wood of Heartslabyul’s east wing. Riddle was walking beside you, dutifully listing the upcoming events for the next dorm meeting, when you suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"Wait—what are you—!" he sputtered, blinking rapidly as you tugged him into a nearby, empty reading room.
The door slammed shut behind you. Bookshelves stood in neat rows, sunlight streaming through high windows. But you didn’t give Riddle a chance to take in the room. You spun him to face you, pressing your body close, your hands already cupping his cheeks.
His breath hitched as your lips met his in a flurry of soft, passionate kisses—one on the lips, another on the cheek, then two more down his neck. His back gently met the shelf behind him, a soft thump muffled by his uniform. He stood stiff for a second, flustered beyond belief, but then…
"...You're being completely unreasonable," he mumbled between kisses, although his hands were now resting on your waist. "I can't focus when you do that."
But he didn’t stop you.
Your kisses moved down to his collarbone, and Riddle squirmed just a bit. His face was a flaming red now, his breathing shallow. You could feel the way his heart was thudding under your fingertips as you ran your hands through his soft red hair.
“I’m trying to behave…” he whispered.
“But you’re so cute when you’re flustered,” you replied sweetly, stealing another kiss from his lips.
Eventually, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a quiet, surrendering sigh. “Only you could get away with something like this…” he muttered, arms now wrapped around your waist. “But if Trey walks in, I’m blaming you.”
Leona Kingscholar
You knew Leona was headed back from Spelldrive practice—his shirt clinging to his broad chest, his hair tousled, golden skin glistening with sweat. You had timed it perfectly.
As he turned the corner toward the dorm hallway, you jumped out from behind a tapestry, grabbing his shirt with both hands.
“Tch—what the hell—”
You dragged him into an unused music room, slamming the door behind you.
“Oi, herbivore, are you trying to start a fight?” Leona snapped, eyebrows furrowed, tail lashing in confusion.
But your only answer was kissing him hard.
The snarl caught in his throat immediately vanished as you caught him by surprise, hands sliding up his toned chest, lips moving over his with soft, heated insistence. For a moment, he stood stock-still, blinking, your kiss leaving him dazed. Then you kissed the corner of his mouth, then under his jaw, and he let out a slow, very audible groan.
“You really woke up and chose chaos today, huh,” he muttered against your lips.
He let his bag drop with a thud. “You could’ve waited ‘til I showered, but nah, you want your king like this?”
You nipped at his lip playfully, whispering, “I want you like this especially.”
That was enough.
Leona’s hands gripped your hips with a growl, spinning you and pressing you back against the wall, kissing you with fierce hunger now. His tongue brushed yours, his fangs grazing your lower lip as he kissed you harder, deeper. His tail flicked behind him, betraying his rising desire.
“I should punish you for ambushing me like that,” he murmured against your ear, voice gravelly.
“But I won’t.”
His smirk was dangerous and lazy all at once.
“Not yet, anyway.”
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul had just finished another long meeting in Mostro Lounge. You waited until the twins had left him alone in the hallway before you struck.
“Azul, can I borrow you for a second?” you said sweetly, tugging at his sleeve.
“Ah, certainly, my pearl—wait, where are we—?”
You pulled him into a supply closet of all places. It was dimly lit, a little dusty, but private. Azul looked around in confusion, pushing up his glasses.
“I—is this about the contract I was drafting—?”
You didn’t answer. You kissed him.
The poor boy short-circuited. He froze as your hands slid into his hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp. You kissed his lips, then his cheek, then the underside of his jaw, and he visibly shivered.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again, long and slow this time. Azul's knees buckled slightly, and he caught himself by gripping the shelves behind him. His breath was trembling as you ran your fingers down his sides.
“You… you’re going to kill me,” he whispered, eyes wide behind his fogged glasses. “This is too much for a man of my constitution…”
But even as he said that, his hands found your waist, gently pulling you closer. His lips brushed your ear.
“I suppose I shouldn’t complain about having such an affectionate girlfriend…”
You smiled. “You love it.”
“…Don’t tell the twins.”
Kalim Al-Asim
You caught Kalim just as he was coming down the golden staircase in Scarabia, humming to himself, all sunny and unbothered. His eyes lit up the moment he saw you.
“[Name]!! I was just about to look for—WHOAAA!!”
You didn’t let him finish. You grabbed his wrist and yanked him into the nearest room—one of the spare guest suites with gauzy curtains and sun spilling in through the arched windows. He stumbled in after you, laughing the whole time.
“You’re so full of surprises today—ACK!”
You tackled him onto the cushions, landing right on top of him with a mischievous grin. Before he could ask anything, you started kissing him—peppering his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, and his lips with kisses so fast he couldn’t even catch his breath.
“Wha—mmf! Wahahaha—[Name]!! Wait!!” Kalim laughed uncontrollably, trying to catch your hands in his. “You’re kissing me too fast—I’m gonna pass out from happiness!!”
You finally paused just long enough to look down at him. His white hair was a little messy, his golden eyes gleaming, his face flushed and grinning like the sun itself.
“Was that all for me?” he asked breathlessly, cheeks glowing.
You nodded and leaned in again, kissing his lips a little slower this time.
He melted under you like butter on hot sand.
“Wow,” he murmured, now dazed. “You’re… amazing. I think my heart just did a triple somersault. I should throw a party just to celebrate this moment!”
You laughed, resting your forehead against his. “You really would, huh?”
“Of course!! I’ve never felt this lucky in my life!”
Vil Schoenheit
Vil was walking briskly through the upper halls of Pomefiore, hair and uniform immaculate as ever, when you stepped directly into his path.
“Vil,” you said, breathless and determined.
He arched a single, elegant eyebrow. “Yes, darling?”
Without answering, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into a side hallway, then pushed open a door into one of the unused dressing rooms. The full-length mirrors and velvet furniture gave the room an intimate feel—one Vil would usually approve of.
“What exactly are we—mmph!”
You shut him up with your lips.
You kissed him firmly, again and again, ignoring his stunned stillness. His back lightly hit the vanity table, and your hands found his jaw, tilting his head as you kissed a path from his lips to his cheek to that spot right below his ear.
Vil sucked in a sharp breath.
“[Name]… this is hardly a—ah—suitable location…” he said, voice breathy despite himself.
You kissed down his neck, and he gripped the edge of the table hard enough for the wood to creak.
“…I’m trying to remain composed,” he hissed, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re ruining my lip gloss.”
You kissed him again, slower this time, tasting the faint berry gloss on your lips. “I’ll buy you another one,” you whispered.
His hands finally slid up your arms, resting on your waist. His expression softened, pride melting into fond exasperation.
“You’re so bold when you want to be,” he murmured, brushing his forehead against yours. “But you should know… if you keep kissing me like that, I might not let you leave this room for a while.”
Idia Shroud
You had to be sneaky with Idia—if you startled him too hard, he’d vanish into a puff of blue flame and digital pixels.
So when you saw him walking back from the library with headphones in and Ortho floating behind him, you waited until he was alone—just outside the server room in Ignihyde.
You pounced.
“AHHH—SYSTEM ERROR, WHAT THE—?!”
You yanked him into an empty tech room and closed the door behind you. Idia stumbled backward, hair flaring slightly blue with panic.
“W-Wait, are we being chased?! Is this a boss battle? Did you glitch through reality again—?”
You didn’t let him finish.
You kissed him. Right on his startled, slightly parted lips.
His brain blue-screened.
Idia’s body stiffened like a glitching NPC. You kissed him again, this time on the cheek, then again, trailing little kisses along his jawline. His hoodie bunched under your fingers as you leaned into him, holding him close, while his hands flailed in the air like he didn’t know what to do with them.
You giggled and pressed a softer kiss to the tip of his nose.
That seemed to reboot him. Slowly, his shaking arms wrapped around you, awkward at first, but growing tighter as you kept going. His voice dropped to a whisper.
“Are you real? Like… for real real?”
“Very real,” you said, kissing him one more time.
He leaned into you then, forehead pressed to your shoulder, still flustered but clinging to you like you were the only stable thing in his world.
“…You’re OP,” he mumbled. “Totally broken character build. It’s unfair. Nerf girlfriend pls.”
Malleus Draconia
It was late evening, just after sundown, and you spotted Malleus walking alone through one of the lesser-used halls of Night Raven College—moonlight catching on his horns, his cape flowing behind him like royalty incarnate.
“Malleus!” you called, jogging up beside him.
He turned with a small smile, the kind that he reserved just for you. “Ah, my love. What fortune brings you to this path?”
Without warning, you grabbed his hand—cool, calloused, always gentle—and tugged him through the closest heavy oak door. The room was empty, dark except for the faint shimmer of magic-laced torches. Dusty furniture and a grand window gave it an old, castle-like feel. Perfect.
“Where are we going?” he asked, tilting his head. “Is there danger?”
You didn’t answer. You pushed him back gently against the wall and kissed him.
His eyes went wide, not in shock, but in the quiet kind of awe that only Malleus seemed capable of. You kissed his lips, then his cheek, then the pale stretch of skin along his neck. Your hands moved to his shoulders, pulling him closer, kissing him again and again—slow, soft, reverent.
“Dearest,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion, “your affection is… overwhelming.”
You kissed the tip of his jaw. “Is that a problem?”
“…Not in the slightest.”
His voice dropped low, velvety and deep, as he rested his forehead against yours. “You wield power greater than most—did you know? Not in magic, but in how effortlessly you undo me.”
You smiled and kissed him again, this time slower, and something in him finally gave way. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as his lips met yours again, more certain now, more claiming. His kisses were intense and unhurried—like time stopped for you and him alone.
“If this is what it means to be mortal,” he whispered between kisses, “then I never wish to be a god again.”
★At first, Trey doesn’t seem like the type to fall hard for someone, but something about you catches his attention. Maybe it’s the way you carry yourself,reserved and distant at first, yet fiercely protective of the people you love. Maybe it’s the way your eyes light up when talking about something you care about, or the way you get lost in your art, unaware of the world around you. Whatever it is, Trey finds himself drawn to you, watching from a respectful distance, not wanting to push too hard.
★He doesn’t approach you with grand gestures or dramatic speeches. Instead, he eases into your life naturally, offering simple kindnesses a snack when you look tired, a casual invitation to sit with him, a quiet understanding when you need space. He picks up on the little things: how you hesitate in crowds, how you sometimes hold back laughter, how you don’t always voice what you’re feeling. He doesn’t pry but he’s always there, a quiet presence who makes it clear that you don’t have to pretend around him.
★The first time he hears your laugh,the one you try to hide,he only smiles. “That’s a good one,” he says, voice warm and sincere, like he doesn’t understand why you’d want to cover it up. He never makes a big deal out of it, but he makes sure you know that your laughter, however it sounds, is something he likes hearing.
★Your love for cooking is something he connects with immediately. Trey loves the rhythm of the kitchen, the quiet focus it requires, and he enjoys seeing how other people approach food. The two of you work well together,sometimes in comfortable silence, sometimes in easy conversation, the warmth of the stove and the scent of something delicious filling the air. He learns your preferences quickly, remembers the little details: which flavors you love, how you like your tea, what snacks cheer you up after a bad day. Cooking with you becomes one of his favorite things,a small, everyday intimacy that feels like something special.
★Your artistic side fascinates him. He’s not an artist himself, but he respects the dedication it takes, the way you pour pieces of yourself into your work. He likes watching you paint, enjoying the quiet concentration on your face, the way your fingers move so precisely. He’s not the type to overwhelm you with compliments, but when he does say something, it’s always thoughtful. “That one’s my favorite,” he might say, pointing to a piece you weren’t even sure was good. “It looks like something I’d see in a gallery.” And he means it.
★Your love for tea and collecting teacups? That’s something he absolutely adores. He already has a habit of making tea for others, so it becomes second nature to brew your favorite when you’re around. He listens to you talk about your collection with quiet amusement, secretly making note of your favorites. If he ever travels, you can bet he’ll bring back a teacup for you,nothing flashy, just something he thinks would suit you. And when the two of you sit together, sipping tea, there’s a kind of peace in those moments that makes him think, Yeah, I could get used to this.
★But what truly makes him fall for you is your loyalty to your loved ones. The way you stand up for them, even knowing you might not win? It reminds him of himself. Trey has always been the kind of person who looks out for others, who protects without asking for anything in return. Seeing that same quality in you makes him want to be someone you can rely on, too. And if you ever find yourself in a situation where you need backup? He won’t hesitate. He’s not loud about it, but his presence alone is enough to make people think twice.
★Trey isn’t the most outwardly affectionate person, but his love is shown in quiet ways. In the way he adjusts your apron when you’re baking together, in the way he always seems to have your favorite snack on hand, in the way he listens even when you’re rambling about something completely random. He gives you the space to be yourself, never pushing, always steady. And when you’re ready to open up, he’s there, waiting, with a warm smile and a cup of tea.
★Together, your relationship is comfortable, warm, and deeply trusting,like a familiar melody, a shared meal, a quiet moment of understanding. Trey’s love isn’t loud or flashy, but it’s real, unwavering, and something that will always feel like home.
English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes!
