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Greetings!

I create this blog as a means to practice my writings and to explore further of characters. Here are some heads up about this blog:

SLOW UPDATES! I don’t post consistently, only when I have the motivation to write.

I don’t take request, but if you have any suggestions on what to write, feel free to drop it in the ask box and I might take interest in it!

No NSFW/yandere related writings since I’m still lacking nor am I interested in writing one. The farthest I'd go is for it to be suggestive.

No dark content etc. in this blog.

Writing may get OOC since I’m still practicing!

All Content will be gender neutral unless stated otherwise

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ooh! ty for considering my request (also sorry that i didnt notice that i didnt say this before but congrats on the 500!) ur choice to use other jewels was interesting :0 i honestly picked sapphire bc it was the birthstone for september LOL

?!?@?#?!%^#&' REALLY OMG I DIDN'T NOTICE NOOOOO MISSED CHANCES FR💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

But then it's super cool bcs the contrast of him...as someone that screams 'RED' all over having sapphire (mostly blue) as his birthstone...wriggling hand that is sooo chewable...

But!! I just like it when there is opposing between characters/relationship, hence why i added ruby as well ehehehe blue and red

Oh i hope you don't mind my different take tho, and thank you for the suggestion! 🙏

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ace + sapphire ! if its ok

Ace | Sapphire

Summary: I think Ace Trappola is a ruby type of person.

If one were to compare Ace to a gemstone, the answer might’ve varied, though most would’ve gone for the easiest answer: Ruby.

“It’s the hair,” You pointed out, “and eyes. I should’ve mentioned that first.”

“Obviously.” Ace huffed, flapping his shirt back and forth in an attempt to cool himself down. Both of you sat next to each other, spending the leftover time you had left before the hustle and bustle strikes again. Trey surely wouldn’t mind the detour they took on their way back from getting ingredients, he just had to make sure the fact that they had taken the detour never came to light.

The occasional gust of wind became their saviour in this hot weather. Though the ice cream from the shop lessened the unbearable heat, it was only when you found the perfect shade of tree, clear of obstacles that the heat magically worsened.

It didn’t take much convincing for both of you to take a short break from carrying the heavy bags of flour and eggs.

“But also because you’re affiliated to Heartslabyul, the embodiment of red as their trademark,” you continued, “and probably because they lack choices they could muster up in their brain too, I guess.”

Ace nodded in cue. It’s a solid argument, knowing most people, including him, were not well-versed in the art of gemology. You leaned further to rest your back on the bark of the tree, stretching your arms outward.

“Personally, I would’ve chosen garnet instead.”

“Any reason why you’d pick that?”

“That’s the only other gem I know that is red.” You grinned mischievously. “But at least my answer is different from the rest, right?” To that, He let out a laugh. You had your ways to turn things unexpectedly again.

“Ruby…” you place a hand on your chin, seemingly deep in thought. “I can see why it suits you. And your personality. You reek red.”

Ace raised an eyebrow at your accusation, unsure whether or not to feel offended by it. “Is that supposed to be a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily.” Ah, he knew that look on your face—one you make whenever you’re engrossed in something. “You have this fiery passion within you, and you’re stubborn to a fault—which is not a bad thing to me by the way. It just means you’ll never give up on the goals you held onto.”

“And that’s…red to you.” He deadpanned.

“Isn’t it?! Does it not seem that way to you?” You waved your arms exasperatedly as if it could prove your point further. “But too much red—or ruby in your case—is never a good thing. Like your reckless attitude for example.

You, my friend, need a sapphire in your life.” You said with much conviction. “Only then can you balance the ruby in you.”

“How did a sapphire even appear…”

“It matches don’t you think? Ruby and sapphire.”

It makes no sense, it truly doesn’t, he thought to himself over and over to make heads and tails over this bizarre conversation. From the outrageous statement you’ve made that he somehow understood, to the underlying hint of what it meant. Ace unconsciously repeats after you, the syllables rolling off his tongue easily. Maybe you had a point.

“...And who’s the sapphire in my life though?” He managed to stop himself from saying ‘my’ that almost slipped from him. “Are you saying you will be the sapphire?”

(He blames the summer heat that’d loosened his lips, clouding his judgement over his course of action. For what, by Great Sevens, did he think such? He shouldn’t have asked this question in the first place, though he couldn’t be bothered to correct himself anymore.)

The heat and the loud noise of the cricket drilling on his ears. The humid air and sweat that trickled down his face. The passing cloud and ice cream tube dangling by his teeth. You finally had the guts to look flustered, he noticed. A silence, followed by a nervous laughter as you looked at him shyly. The redness of your cheeks did not calm his nerves at all.

Ace lets out a long sigh. That of defeat.

“It’s really hot today, huh?”

You hummed in agreement.

(He thought again later that you might be babbling nonsense to look philosophical, and he almost scoffed in fondness at the idea that you out of all people would try to impress yourself to him. It’s adorable, really.)

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Silver and light plz

Silver | Light

Summary:  Silver fell asleep again.

You’ve heard of the term sun-kissed skin. Along with the term comes a warm and bright atmosphere that surrounds the person, full of vigour and vitality.

On the contrary, the moon had instead kissed upon his skin. One could mistake him as a mirage—delicate and intangible to the slightest touch of hand with the way the moonlight was hitting the right places on his face to give him the most ethereal look you’ve ever seen yet. Your brave and gentle hands stroked his head gently as you marvelled the beauty that laid on your lap. His eyelash fluttered a few times, revealing the pair of eyes that held an infinite array of hues as he stared back at you.

Silver raised his hand to cup your cheeks, seemingly in a daze.

“Have you finally woken up from your deep slumber, my prince?”

“You made it sound like the old fairy tales.” He mumbled, his voice barely catching up with him from the grogginess of rousing awake. “How long was I out?”

“Not too long.” you combed your hand through his silvery locks of hair; it was as silky as you imagined it to be. “You could’ve stayed asleep anyways, it’s already late.”

And true to your words, a glance at the clock that adorned the wall indicates it’s the time where people would’ve tucked themselves to rest within their abode. Silver stared back at you, whose face laid atop his. Your lap provides the proximity and warmth that tempts him to leap back to his dreamland, yet he forces his eyes to look at the smile across your face.

“I was hoping we could talk a bit longer…” he trailed off, feeling a yawn about to leave his mouth.

“We have all the time tomorrow.” you giggled, moving away from him, before you repositioned yourself to lay by his side on the bed. “For now, let’s sleep.”

He couldn’t be more happy than to agree.

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You can see me giving up to make a proper summary at this point I am so sorry OTL

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Sebek and dance?

Sebek Zigvolt | Dance

Summary: You danced with Sebek.

 A step. A slide. A step in.

Between your bodies pressed close to each other, the clacking of footsteps echoing on the dance floor, and the shift of light that casted shadows on the seemingly endless window sills, Sebek had once again thrown you off.

“So you do know how to dance!” Another gasp of surprise left your mouth at the sharp turn he took. Your eyes twinkled in amaze that he couldn't help but feel his chest surged with pride.

“Of course!” He huffed, though his voice failed to hide his excitement. “It's one of the things you need to excel in as someone who'll serve for Malleus-sama, especially during formal parties hosted by the kingdom so as to not bring shame to his name."

You couldn’t help but laugh at the answer, unsure if it’s due to the exhilaration from the fast-paced steps, or from the giddiness of seeing the lit in his eyes that seemed to enjoy this as much as you do. It’s certainly like him to put in that much effort for the sake of his master, but that is still another part of him you’d come to adore; the passion and dedication to be of worthy. The room seemed to spiral just for the two of you, and your eyes focused on the man in front of you, whose hands shared a warmth you couldn’t find elsewhere.

“You're amazing, you know that?” Another laugh. Then came a soft whisper.  “This is why I love you to bits.”

It was as if a spell was broken and time continued. And seconds after the majestic turn and a slip on the footwork, it was now the floor that greeted your hands. Though greater concern lies on the face that was inches away from yours, namely your dance partner, who was quick enough to take the fall instead.

The expression he held was fascinating, to say the least.

“Don’t say that out of the blue!”

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Trey Clover | Apology

Summary: Vampire!Trey. That’s all I can say

Warning: Content contains suggestive theme, and vampire stuff

A vow he declared within the depths of his heart to keep you pristine from harm.

Never once had Trey drawn a single drop of blood from you, despite your reassurance that he had your full trust. Knowing him, you’re sure he’d treat you with utmost care and respect. Yet he insisted on finding alternative ways to keep his quench, avoiding the possibilities to fall into such situations itself.

“—the last thing I want is to hurt you.” He said softly, with a soft embrace and peck on the cheek. You could only nod as you bury yourself into his scent, drowsiness kicking in fast.

But alas, things must come to an end when his impulse sprung on him way too sudden, and now you lay beneath him—arms pinned up against the soft fabric that he could visualise to be stained red soon. His mouth was wide agape, though it's trembling from moving any closer to your neck that looked utterly delectable right now.

He bit his lips to shut his mouth.

It quickly bared open its fang without his permission.

God, does he wish he could stop his primal instinct sometimes. It didn’t help that you remain unmoving, void of the will to struggle despite being at the close proximity with danger itself. A danger he’d be if you didn’t push him away as every second passing by became unbearable to him.

"Trey." you called out in a low voice that turns his already clouded mind into haywire, as if your presence was not awful enough to break his will. "Drink."

And how could he refuse such a tempting offer? A hesitant pause, then a gulp filled with desire when you'd compliantly offered your body to him, ever-so-slowly inching closer to your neck. Hot breath against your neck that had your skin tingling in anticipation of the incoming pain made you unconsciously hold your breath. 

A mutter of heartfelt apology and a promise to make up for it later, before his teeth broke into your skin.

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Ace Trappola | Tears

Summary: Ace Trappola consoles you.

Ace wouldn’t have noticed you if it weren’t for the sound of your sniffles in the desolated hour, but he’s glad he had not brushed it off.

“Hey. Hey, look at me.” A pair of hands cupped your cheeks, so gentle and fondly that it took everything in you to stop yourself from another round of tears. His voice was different from usual you noticed; it was soft and careful, as if he’s threading on glass. You took a deep breath as you finally met his eyes, glittering amber that focused only on you. It was obvious how terrible your current state was—with tears and snots all over your face—yet he didn’t show any hint of disgust, nor had he teased you with his sharp tongue that’d long turned blunt when he saw you crying in the hidden corner of the botanical garden.

“What’s…wrong?” he cautiously asked, brows furrowing in concern. Scenarios had flashed through his mind—even the worst possibilities—but he held his tongue from bombarding questions that'd overwhelm you even more. He sighed, using the cuff of his shirt to wipe your cheeks instead. “Nevermind that. Here, wipe your face for now. Or do you want me to grab tissues for you?”

A quick shake of your head was all you could do, though he’s quick on the uptake as he nodded in understanding. Crouching further in, he finally sat next to you with his head resting against your arm.

“Then I’ll stay here with you. Just take your time, alright?”

A shaky nod. He took your hands in his and gave it a squeeze.

Ace stayed uncharacteristically still as you tried to even your breaths, the gentle pressure of his fingers against your palm kept you grounded. It's a pleasant surprise that his silence calms you down, yet you gratefully accept his comforting presence with you.

No more words were needed to be exchanged for you to know his intention to stay by your side until you're better.

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Trey Clover | Kindness

Summary: Is Trey Clover a nice person?

Trey Clover, despite his kindness, had always found himself unable to admit that he’s nice.

Because it’s true, to a certain extent, that he’s not a nice person. Not once did he care whether the strawberry tart Riddle ate was filled with ‘love’, but instead whether it’s palatable to his tongue to placate his fury. And he turned a blind eye to many pleas for help, blinding himself with a fabricated reality where everything was in place. The gracious help he gave was only to avoid more problems that would come around to him in the future.

Trey Clover truly thought that he’s not a nice person.

Yet he finds it odd that he couldn’t say those words when you’re around.

“You’ve helped me again, you’re too kind.” You muttered, crouching down with a basket on one hand, the other reaching out for the ripened fruit. The leaves of the plant brushed against your hands before you plucked the stem off.

“This much is nothing.” Trey smiled, placing the basket he held on the floor. The botanical garden wasn’t crowded during this hour, and it was a coincidental luck to encounter you, who hadn’t known your ways to navigate through the arrays of herbs across the plantation. All he gave was a simple offer to direct you to the ingredients you need for your next alchemy class.

“Had you not showed me the way, I’d have been late to Mr. Crewel’s class.” You laughed nervously. “You know how scary he could be to latecomers.”

“Haha… I guess you’re right.” He chuckled, remembering the scoldings he’d given to his classmates that weren't fortunate enough to come a few minutes late to his class. “But I’m sure there are others who’d help you, even if I’m not around.”

The sound of your harvest rolled against the woven basket you now placed on your lap. You only hummed in response, eyes scanning through the plants as you pondered the best ones to pick. Trey stared at your crouching figure. He could’ve left you on your own by now, he thought to himself, but his feet remained unmoving as his eyes followed your hands that reached out for another pluck.

“Even now you’re still being humble of yourself,” a playful lilt laced your voice, “you really are a nice person.”

“You’re overpraising me.” He said, though his heart soared from your remark. “I’m not that nice or—”

“Or kind?”

“Y-yes, that.” Trey cleared his throat. Those words rolled off his tongue as if it’s his second nature to deny the gratitude sent towards him, so it caught him off guard to be interrupted. Your laughter could be heard, clearly amused by his reactions. 

“You’ve said that countless times, I could memorise it in my head by now!”

“And you’re still throwing your praises at me?” He raised his eyebrows. “Is this your way of buttering up to me? I’ll have you know that it won’t work.”

“Quite the opposite, actually.” you shook your head. “I was hoping you’ll be kinder to yourself this way.”

To be kinder to himself? Trey tilted his head in confusion, now wondering the meaning behind your words. Standing up onto your feet, you dusted off the dirt off your pants before you turned around to take a few steps towards him.

His breath hitched at the contact between your hands as you took ahold of his hands that rested by his side. You guided his hands to curl against the handle of the basket, and when he looked down he noticed the freshly picked strawberries, now in his basket as well. Had you picked it this whole time?

“You approached me first when you could’ve gone along your way. That’s enough for me to think you’re a nice person, Trey.” Your hands still stayed atop his, along with the blinding smile etching wide on your lips; one he couldn’t look away from.

“And you should too.”

Trey Clover truly thought that he’s not a nice person.

Yet he finds it odd that he couldn’t say those words when you’re around, as he begins to doubt his own thoughts.

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Epel with the word “macaron” and a fem s/o please!

A/N: Although this is a fem s/o as per the request, I generally avoid using gendered terms so it is free to interpretation!

Epel Felmier | Macaron

Summary: Epel Felmier’s hair.

“Cotton candy...no, macaron...”

“What’s up with you and food?" Epel raised his eyebrows, stopping his hand movement as he took a glance at you across his seat. Although you were initially the one who suggested the study session, your works were long forgotten in favour of a thought that’s running through your brain. Your face rested on your arms that were outstretched to his direction, holding back your grin from looking at his confused face.

"I'm just listing the food that reminds me of you." You answered.

“And what is this based on?”

“Your hair colour.” You pointed at his hair, to which he unconsciously pinched between his fingers. “They have a similar colour as your hair, right?”

“You’re not wrong ‘bout that but…” Epel hummed, placing his chin on one hand as he fiddled with his pen on the other. “I’d prefer if you could compare me to something much more…”

“Much more...?” You trailed along.

“Bitter, I guess?” He raised his voice towards the end as if he questioned his own suggestion. His hands now rolled the tip of his pen over his lips as he pondered his statement. “Like dark chocolate for example, that sounds manlier to me.”

“But I think something sweet suits you better!” You exclaimed as you shot up on your seat, your sudden outburst rattling him awake from the drowsy evening. “It doesn’t make you any less manlier and..!”

You stopped. Epel noticed a blush growing on your cheeks but you were quick to hide it behind your arms.

“And I love sweets, so...” 

It was fortunate there was no one other than the two of you in the room for he’d surely get scolded from the lack of properness he’s displaying right now. Was his hair enough to cover the coursing heat across his cheeks?

“T-then I guess macaron is fine…”

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Leona Kingscholar | Hunger

Summary: What if Leona Kingscholar?

Warning: Content contains suggestive themes, slightly OOC

You weren’t sure of the turn of events that had led to your current state. It started off from a small discovery—your flustered expression and your dismissal over his approaches that had caught his attention, which then developed into a challenge he wouldn’t back down from.

Leona was mostly amused by the whole exchange. It was rare for him to feel this motivated in proving someone wrong and he knew it wasn’t like him to act this way, but the reactions you gave were far more rewarding than he’d expected; he couldn’t get enough of it.

That’s why it’s unsurprising that things had led to the exact situation you’re trapped in. In the hallway, though empty of students risked the possibility of being caught red-handed easily, he’d caged you between him and the wall he’d shoved you over. Leona let out a laugh, tails swinging lazily before it wrapped itself on one of your legs.

“Fine by me, I’ll repeat it until that’s all you can think about.” his arms tightened around you, preventing you from escaping. You could feel his body flushed against yours and his breath close to your ear as he rested his chin on the crook of your neck. His hand stroked the side of your body in an agonizingly slow manner that made you feel light.

“Hey herbivore, did you know?” you could feel the rumble of his chest as he spoke, his drawled out voice audible only to your ears sending shivers down your spine. “Everything you do drives me crazy, did you know that?”

His smirk ghosted against your skin and you froze on your spot. It was a form of mockery—a taunt that tested your limits. You almost let out a shriek when you feel a cold sharp nab on your neck. He knows what he’s doing; he’s doing it on purpose.

“Wait—” You couldn’t finish your sentence as he crashed his lips into yours. Any sound you made was swallowed hungrily by the beast who had you trapped in his intoxicating kiss, leaving you weak in his arms as you feebly clutched onto his clothes. Only by the mercy of the Great Seven were you given the chance to pull away, taking in as much breath as you can. Your bleary eyes close to tears were only able to focus on the sight of his emerald eyes that were staring at you like a lion would at its prey craving for more.

His face was no longer smiling.

“I’ll make sure you won’t forget it.”

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Hello👋🏻👋🏻 Could I please request two writings for Riddle with one of the words being “Kiss”, and the other word being “Snowball or Snow” Thank You!!!

Riddle Rosehearts | Kiss

Summary: Riddle is in love.

Love.

What is love? What do you do when you’re in love? Riddle might be excellent academically, but no books could explain the fluttering feeling that left him breathless in your presence, even more so when a chuckle escaped your lips that could make him turn beet red.

He couldn’t focus. Not when you’re facing him with your hands cupping his face, pulling him so your forehead could touch each other. You mumbled words he couldn’t process just yet, a natural blush spreading across your cheek as if you’re bashful of your own words, but you still gave him a smile with your eyes glazed with an overflowing bliss and satisfaction he knew was directed to him only.

What is he supposed to do if he’s in love?

Riddle could feel his discipline slowly crumble at the touch of your kindness, desperately scrambling to get himself together and to save any scrapes of sanity left within him. And it frustrates him to no end; you had him running around endlessly in search for a null answer — a conflicting feeling of guilt and pleasure he couldn’t get enough of, even if he knew it betrayed all the upright justice he’d grown to believe.

For once, he wished his greed could take him over to override his rules. The realisation of his desire made him stay silent, eyes boring into yours with an unreadable expression on his face. Resting his hand atop yours, he slowly moved in closer before you could move away from him.

Why should he wish for something he could do instead?

“Can we kiss?”

He didn’t wait for a response.

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Lilia Vanrouge | Colours

Summary: An accident in the lab that none of you could’ve predicted.

Glitters everywhere.

Both of you were smeared in colours, standing in the middle of the lab with the cauldron overbrimming with sparkling powders that changed in colours at every shift of movements. The floor was also covered in the product of your accident, reaching the height of your ankles that the thought of recreating a colourful miniature-desert crossed your mind.

You weren’t sure how a small mistake of dropping the vial tube into the pot could result in a hundred times the amount you originally had in the cauldron, but the deed had been done. Your partner stood speechless, hand still cupped mid-air in an attempt to capture the tube you let go but to no avail. He stared at the glowing sand with his eyes wide and mouth agape, before he turned his head slowly to meet your eyes.

Crewel would surely get mad at both of you later on, you thought as you stared at each other in surprise, completely at loss of words. It was Lilia who broke the stillness of time with a large grin on his face, finally breaking into fits of laughter over the mishap.

“W-we’re going to get scolded!” He said in between, seemingly out of breath as he fell into the ground, clutching his stomach. Another cloud of colours formed in the process, covering your surroundings with the mist of colours. 

You did your best to avoid dirtying your clothes further but it was futile, and your clumsiness had again caused you to slip from the powders, stirring up another wave of colourful particles floating about, and another round of laughter from Lilia who could barely get any coherent words out. You rubbed your sore back that braced the fall, still processing how bizarre and comical the series of mishaps had led you both to.

“You’re...you tripped!” He wheezed, pointing a shaky finger at you. You blinked, taken aback by his sudden attitude as both of you sat on the floor, covered in the glitters of colours that danced in the air. It wasn't his usual playful laugh, nor was it his teasing smirk often sent to you. His laughter rang clearly in your ears. In fact, it was quite refreshing to see his laugh unrestrained, childish even, but to you it sounded heavenly.

You couldn’t help but feel the bubbles of laughter forming in your chest as well.

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Leona Kingscholar | Crown

Summary: What is the meaning of a crown to him?

The significance a crown held—a power of authority, a power to rule. It meant a title that he had long wished to obtain. Well, that was what everyone had always said.

You've always wondered why Leona looked solemn every time he gazed out of his room, into the never-ending vast land in Savanaclaw dorm, barren and void of life. As you laid next to him, you couldn’t help but to stare at his uncharacteristically face smooth of wrinkles from his usual frown.

"Is it because you like tall places?"

Was it perhaps a feline instinct that overcame him to enjoy the feeling of superiority in terms of height? He looked down at you, who was caged in his arms with his eyebrows raised, clearly unimpressed by the comment you made. A frown made its way back to his lips again.

"I'm not a cat, herbivore." He scoffed, placing his hand behind your head to push you into his chest. “Get back to sleep.”

"What were you thinking then?" You squirmed back to have a better look at him. Brushing his hair to undo a few of its tangles, you could feel him lean into your palm. “I’m curious.”

"...The past." He obligingly answered for once, eyes shutting close as he reveled under your light touch. "Everytime I see the desert, I remember back then.”

"You miss it?"

"As if. Why would I miss those times where no one listens to me?" His face scrunched up into that of a disgusted look, before he gave a long sigh.

“I just thought how fitting it is for a fallen prince to rule only an empty desert, don’t you think?”

It finally clicked to you what he meant. It wasn’t the feeling of homesickness he felt but that of contempt, possibly to cover his wounded soul—things he wished could've happened instead. But a thought flashed across your mind as you pondered the meaning behind his words. You turned to look up at him, whose eyes had captured you the moment it looked at you.

Maybe all he wanted was what came after; to be loved. For people to hear him, and to not be neglected—maybe, the lonely prince's deepest desire is for someone to stay by his side.

You pulled and squeezed him tight into your arms, placing his head by the crook of your neck as you gave him a gentle pat in hopes it could relay whatever you hoped to tell.

"Let's sleep."

"Didn’t I tell you to do so from the start?”

His arms stroke your back in response.

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May I please have Riddle with the word rain?

Your writing is so lovely by the way!

Riddle Rosehearts | Rain

Summary: You're stuck with him as the rain continued to fall. You didn’t mind it one bit.

It was an unexpected misfortune that befell the two of you, who were midst conversing in an open space, when a drop of rain fell on the tip of your nose. And the next thing you knew, you were running to find a roof that could shelter you both from the sudden downpour, hand held by him as he led you in haste.

Both of you were out of breath by the time you found one. Your clothes were slightly drenched along with his, and you could only wipe both of your heads with a small napkin you brought as a poor attempt to dry your hair, to which he politely declined with a flush on his cheeks.

“The rain doesn’t seem to stop anytime soon...” You outstretched your hand, the rain cold and wet against your skin. Riddle couldn’t help but sneak a few glances in your direction. Your clothes clinging on your body, hair tousled from rushing to find a shelter, slightly dripping from the droplets of rain. Despite all arguments he thought of in his mind, it could all agree to one thing: you look absolutely ethereal in his eyes.

“I hope it doesn’t stop.” He uttered without thinking. It was then he realised that he had in fact, stared at you longer than he should have, and that he hadn’t let go of your hand ever since both of you ran together—and that you hadn’t mentioned it at all, not once.

Riddle hoped the drizzle of the rain against the shelter was loud enough to drown his voice, but his hope died as you swiftly turned your head to look at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. 

You’d definitely heard him, alright. He could feel his cheeks growing warm as he tried to look away from your gaze.

“It’s just a wishful thought, pay no heed to my words.” He quickly excused himself as he let go of your hand, but you were quick enough to reach for his hands before it escaped your grip. It’s now his turn to look surprised. You gave him a smile, laughing with a bashful look on your face that he almost wanted to lean onto.

“That makes the two of us.”

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Hello! I saw your requests open! (´∀｀) I would like to request for Azul, Idia, and Ortho with the word dice please! I’m not sure if you’re comfy writing for Ortho, if you aren’t sorry about that and please diregard this! Thank you so much!

A/N: Request for Ortho will automatically be platonic! That said I decided to combine the three together, I hope you don’t mind!

Azul Ashengrotto + Idia Shroud + Ortho Shroud | Dice

Summary: Today is another day at the Board Game club. This time it’s Monopoly.

“Ugh, it just had to be Azul’s out of all...”

“My, what’s with that tone?” Azul asked teasingly, a smirk evident on his face. “You should be grateful for the great accommodation I provide on my property.”

You sent a glare at him, reluctantly placing your money on top of his that are neatly stacked. You could predict that your bankruptcy is within the corner at this rate. Especially with the two dorm leaders you’re currently facing, clearly in their area of expertise, you know you’re bound to lose the moment you agreed to join in their game. But it wasn’t often that you could have the opportunity to play with both of them, so you didn’t let yourself miss the chance.

Azul was currently in the lead with Idia as his fierce competitor. You glanced at Idia, who looked frustrated at the flow of the game that was seemingly on Azul’s side. His hands came close to his lips as he looked deep in thought, which means he’s struggling.

“This game brings rage.” Idia clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“It’s a good simulation to improve one's economic strategies.” Azul crossed his arms as he smiled tauntingly. Idia huffed, looking straight at him who didn’t back down from the impromptu staring contest.

You decided to look at Ortho instead, who smiled—you assumed he’s smiling—innocently as the tension thickens. Perhaps you should learn a thing or two from his nonchalant attitude to the surroundings, you inwardly thought to yourself.

“Besides, using a dice this low in quality is unfair.” Idia rolled the dice on the mat, landing on a ‘four’ and ‘two’. He stretched his arms to move his token ahead of yours. “Mass production of games like these wouldn’t bother to do a double check on its weight distribution.”

“Meaning...?” You asked.

“The chances for each side would never be equal—basically, it’s rigged from the start.”

“Then would you like me to generate random numbers instead?” Ortho offered, peeking close behind his brother. “Using an auto-generated number with equal percentage of possibility can prevent any rigging from happening.”

“Now, now, where’s the fun in that?” Azul picked up the dice, letting it roll on the tip of his fingers. “The thrill lies in how it gives a momentary sense of authority over our own fate, doesn't it?”

“Again with your flowery language…” Idia slumped back as he let out a groan. “I can’t keep up with it at all.”

“But I have to agree, it’s more exciting this way.” You piped up. The dice Azul rolled stopped; both with only a dot on its surface. You couldn’t help but snicker at him. “Exciting, see?”

“I-it’s just my luck, this time round.” he weakly defended, counting a few slips of his money to be handed to you, who held the property he landed upon. You gladly accepted the money with a triumphant smile.

“I still think digital is better than analog… whatever.” Idia sighed in defeat. Ortho merely chuckled at his brother’s comments, remaining silent throughout the game and fulfilling his duties as the banker.

Playing with them was worth the exchange for your pride from losing. Definitely.

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I'm so excited that you open your request again. I really like your writting. Could I have Jamil and Leona with the word "appreciation". I hope you are healthy. Send you a lot of love 💞💞💓💕

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Leona Kingscholar + Jamil Viper | Appreciation

Summary: Leona was taking his usual nap, until you came.

The weather was rather chill—a reminder of the upcoming winter—but the botanical garden remained warm and humid. Leona let out a yawn, turning to the side as he laid on the grass, hidden from the sight of students or teachers that’d come after him. It’s the perfect spot to rest when he’s skipping his class.

Yet that peace did not last as long as he hoped it to be. His ears perked up at the sound of familiar footsteps on the grass, heading his way and without any warning, a heavy weight suddenly fell on top of him, taking away the breaths in his lungs. He turned his body again, annoyed that his nap was ruined by your unexpected visit.

“You—” Leona stopped himself. He stared at your body that laid atop him, raising his eyebrow in question before he sighed to himself. “Are you okay, herbivore?”

Your shaking head against his chest was the only reply. He stayed silent, contemplating on how he should react to your whims; only this time to comfort you. He raised his hands hesitantly, deciding to put it atop your head to give a few pats.

It wasn’t like him to show his concern in the first place, but your silence wasn’t what he wanted either, despite his usual complaints of your rambunctious attitude. Though he had to admit—the weight pressing against him felt nice once in a while. His hand mindlessly played with your hair as it stroked your head back and forth as a comforting gesture.

The rest of the time was calm and peaceful. Leona thought you might’ve fallen asleep from how silent you were, and his eyes started to grow heavy as well, but a vibration on his chest stirred him awake.

“...Thank you.” You mumbled, muffled by his clothes.

“Just don’t throw yourself at me next time.”

Summary: Jamil was busy, so you offered to help.

A sigh escaped his lips for the nth time through the day. It was evident that Jamil looked exhausted from a glance of his face, though of course that wouldn’t be enough of an excuse not to attend to his master’s sudden whim to hold a massive party in Scarabia dormitory without a question. 

So the minute he was cornered by you with the look of concern all over his face, all he could think was how grateful he was for an opportunity to take a breath from his duties.

“Should I help?” You asked, and it took him a great deal of effort to refuse a tempting offer with his swamps of work.

“No need, it’s my responsibility to—”

“Not that,” you interrupted him before he finished his sentence, “do you want help?”

It's one of the times Jamil was caught off guard with the clarity of your voice. The tone wasn't that of a command, but filled with sincerity he couldn't look away from. He stayed silent, mouth locked shut to prevent himself from saying anything further, for he knew he’d have immediately given in the moment he opened it.

But was it so wrong to do so? A voice inside gnawed on his mind.

“I want to help you, Jamil.”

He looked at your brimming eyes. It wasn't overbearing, like his master's good will that held no knowledge of the consequences it brings forth. It wasn't oblivious to the burden and weight his responsibility was. The pair of eyes he stared at knew; knew as much as he did, and was still willing to assist.

"...then can I leave you with a few tasks?" He hesitantly asked, seemingly nervous to show a peek of his vulnerability. It felt weird to him, a foreign experience he could never get a hand on before. Yet the smile you flashed as he uttered his words made him think that maybe it wasn’t a bad idea after all.

“Of course!”