Phantomhive_ Reign

youtuber,tiktoker,witch,writer,and all around loser

[cocosakuya15]

*SPOILERS* Twisted wonderland

ICONIC MOMENTS:

Eliza (ghost bride) SLAPPING EVERYONE

Floyd Teasing Riddle's height

Eveyone being blackmailed by Crowley

Them roasting and laughing at Idia being the dream prince of the ghost (poor guy)

Ortho almost destroyed the school with a beam

And lastly Jade being sabotaged by his own brother 😂🤣👏💖

[himekokosu]

Iris

[importantcatpics]

[peachyprophets-blog]

Sleepy little dove

Part 1 / Part 2

Yandere!Twisted Wonderland x Tired!Reader

Characters: Leona, Kalim, Azul, Idia

Leona wasn't particularly interested in this magicless nobody at first. But when he saw you sleeping in your spot, he found it odd. The botanical garden was large, and yet you had chosen his spot? With others, he would have simply chased them away, but with you, he couldn't help but watch you. When you wake up, he denies having seen you and then shoots you away from his spot. Once he's finally lying down, his nose becomes particularly attuned to your scent and remembers it precisely.

After that, he'll start staying close to you whenever you fall asleep, but if you ask him why he does that, he'll brush it off and just say, "So nothing happens to you here, stupid herbivore." He wouldn't show it, but he's always watching over you while you sleep so no one disturbs you. If you start going to Savanaclaw more often, you can expect to be Leona's pillow; he won't get rid of you easily. But in return, you'll have the best sleep of your life. His yandere nature developed slowly; at first he was too lazy to even come to class, but after he saw that you regularly attended class He decided to come to class more often. The teachers were surprised that Leona had suddenly started coming to class, but they didn't mind. No matter where you went, the lion always seemed to follow you. He often persuaded you to skip class. And if you were ever with him and he was asleep, don't think you could just escape. His tail was wrapped around your thigh while the beastman's arms were wrapped around you in such a way that you could literally get away from the spot.

"Where are you going, herbivore?" Leona's voice rang out sleepily. He'd been asleep for so long, and you had class in fifteen minutes. "Leona, we have to go to class, and I don't want to do detention with Crewel." Leona sighed in annoyance, but he let himself be dragged to class with her anyway. During class, Leona stayed close to Crewel, who was already getting annoyed and had to move Leona to another table. Well, good luck with the gull who won't let you out of his sight.

You fell asleep in the courtyard again today – right in the middle of a blanket that was actually meant for the Scarabia tea time. The sun warms you, the gentle breeze rocks you back and forth... and of course, Kalim finds you immediately. He freezes, then smiles far too broadly. “Awwww, you fell asleep again?! That’s so sweet!” He immediately places a soft bolster pillow under your head and covers you – with his own golden Scarabia blanket, which is probably worth more than your entire room. Kalim sits down next to you, far too close, and gently pokes your cheek.“I’ll watch over you, okay? Nobody’s allowed to disturb you… you need your beauty sleep~” If anyone approaches, Kalim smiles, but his gaze becomes unusually sharp.“Oh, you want to see Reader? My darling is sleeping right now. Maybe later… or maybe not.” And as soon as you wake up? “Do you want to sit on my lap? You still look so tired! I’ll carry you everywhere!” He means it. Completely seriously.

You're sitting next to Kalim on a rug in the Scarabia lounge. He's excitedly telling a story about a festival in his home country—but your eyelids are getting heavy. Kalim notices immediately. "Heeey... are you getting tired again?" He scooches closer, almost so that your shoulders are touching. You want to say something, but your head slowly tilts onto his shoulder. Kalim freezes. Then he starts beaming. "Oh! You're falling asleep on me?! This is the best thing that's happened today!" He wraps an arm around you, far too familiarly, and strokes your hair. If someone enters the room, he raises a hand. "Shhh! Don't disturb! My darling is sleeping." His smile remains friendly—but his eyes are warning them off.

You love falling asleep in the Monstro Lounge—the warm music, the dim lighting... it's perfect for dozing off. Azul finds it absolutely adorable, but also dangerous. "So careless... you could fall asleep on the table, and someone could just take you away." Only he is allowed to see you sleeping. He immediately brings over a private booth, extra soft pillows, and a quiet magic lamp. He sits beside you, staring at you for far too long after you've fallen asleep, and begins to murmur softly: "You're so peaceful when you sleep... so vulnerable. So dependent." When you wake up, there's already a warm drink, a dessert, and a contract waiting for you. Yes. A contract. "Here—this states that you'll get a 'personal rest room' in the lounge. For your... chronic fatigue. Of course, I just need your signature..." The contract also stipulates that only Azul is allowed to wake you. Of course, that's in the fine print. If anyone else tries to carry you or wake you, Azul smiles, but his voice turns ice cold. "I'm afraid that falls under my jurisdiction."

You only wanted to take a short break—five minutes. The Monstro Lounge was warm and quiet. You fell asleep. When you wake up, you find yourself on a padded bench, a blanket draped over you. Azul is sitting right in front of you, hands clasped, as if he'd been waiting the whole time. His smile is gentle. Far too gentle. "You look absolutely adorable when you're sleeping. Very... vulnerable." You blink sleepily. "Did I... sleep for a long time?" "Long enough for me to think about how wonderfully safe you are in my presence." He leans forward slightly. "From now on, whenever you get tired, you come straight to me, okay? I'll take care of you. And only me." He says it so casually, as if it were already law.

You're constantly falling asleep near him—in his room, on the floor, right in the middle of his gaming chair, sometimes even on his bed. Idia has a heart attack every time. "W-w-why do you just fall asleep here?! With me?! In my room?! B-b-baka..." But as soon as you're asleep, his energy shifts. He pulls his blanket over you, puts on some quiet music, and sits at the end of the bed, staring at you like an NPC with 0 HP. "You look so peaceful... you could just stay here forever... I could arrange everything for you... you wouldn't even have to get up..."

Then he actually Googles how to create the perfect sleeping environment. He quietly installs a temperature regulator, sets up a night light filter, and configures Ortho so that no one can enter the room. Ortho: "Access denied. [Name] is currently sleeping. Hey, brother... why are you smiling so creepily?" When you wake up, Idia immediately turns red. "Uh— you... uh... the room is now hypothetically a sleep sanctuary for you... Just for you... nobody else..." If someone touches you while you're sleeping? Idia stands there with his hair practically on fire. "T-T-THAT is private property!! So... so... my treasure. My— you know!!"

You wanted to drop something off for Idia. Just for a moment. His room is dark, warm... and quiet. You sit down on the edge of his bed. Your eyes grow heavy. The soft hum of the consoles soothes you—and you fall asleep. Ten minutes later, Idia comes in. He freezes. His hair flares pink with shock. "N-N-NANI—?! You're sleeping IN MY BED?!" He creeps closer to you as if you were a wild animal. Then he sees your relaxed, sleeping face... and his expression changes. His hair turns soft blue. He smiles. Quietly, he pulls a blanket over you, his fingertips trembling. "You... you felt safe here." An almost whispering, possessive tone. He sits down on the floor and leans against the bed, his gaze fixed on you. "Maybe... you should just stay here. With me. Where nothing can happen to you." His smile becomes crooked, but happy.

-Peachyprophet

[nyankochan]

All 7 Twisted Wonderland overblot cards have finally been revealed. They all looks so gorgeous:

The Lord of Malevolence, The Watchman of the Underworld, A Beautiful Tyrant, Schemer of the Scalding Sands, The Merchant from the Depths, The Usurper from the Wilds, The Rose-Red Tyrant

[octavinelleresident]

Average Pomefiore day

[buttpoems]

[only-cat-memes]

[important-cat-pics]

[importantcatpics]

[velvetcloak]

nezhno.vintage

[thehorneygremlin]

Breathe taking

Rook

Pov: rook lays eyes on you at the ball

Warning mdni 18+, nsfw, oral, f receiving, voygerism, public s

Vil had taken you into his room all day, rook wasn't allowed to see you until the ball this evening. When you ascended the stairs he finally saw you. You were in a coursetted deep red dress. It had small roses all around the courser part and the skirt draped off of you, you had a slit down one side so your leg hung out when you walked. You had on black high heels and black accessories with it. Your hair was in curled and you eye makeup matched your dress.

Slowly you scanned the room, your face lighting up the minute you found him in the crowd. He could tell you wanted to run up to him but you walked slowly, face slightly pink with every step. “My art, you are truly breath taking tonight,” rook smiled holding his chest. He rambled on for a few moments before you kissed him, it was just a small peck. “Come and dance with me trickster,” he took your hand leading you away. He looked so good in his outfit, you knew it wouldn't take much to get him going.

While dancing he had his hands on your hips and your arms around his neck. You leaned in more then you should, your leg “accidentally” brushing his pants. It wasn't enough for anyone else to notice but you knew he did. “Mon amour, how bold of you,” he dipped you. Before long you were seated at your assigned seating.

“Allow me to be bold now,” rooks eye glinted. Before you could say anything he slid down underneath the table cloth. It wasn't connecting . . . Why was he? You felt your dress being pushed to the side. He lifted your legs and forced your butt to the end of the seat. Your panties moved to the side. You felt air hit your clit. You shuddered trying not to react.

Slowly rook slid a finger in you, his mouth wrapping around your clit. Vil sat next to you, an eyebrow raised, “where is rook?” Your thighs squeezed rooks head when he found a good spot. “I'm sure he's close by,” you tried not to moan. Rooks finger slid out of you, his mouth lowered, his tongue sliding in and out of you. “Really,” vil clicked his tongue, “so if I lift up this table cloth he isn't going to be nestled in between your legs?” Fuck, you thought, he knew.

Your core was on fire as his nose pressed against your clit. He was eating you like he it was the last time he would taste you. You looked away biting the side of your lip, “and if he is?” It took everything in you not to moan. “It's painfully obvious he is, at least stare at your phone or the dancers.” Was he seriously criteaking you!? Now of all times!? “Your posture even in that course is horrendous! And your eyes are all crazy looking, calm down.” You were so close, “hard to do that last one,” you grunted, grabbing the cloth.

You felt embarrassed that he knew, the waves of ecstacy washed over you, vil was still talking but you were to far gone. Your vision went white, face turned several shades of red, your thighs shook as you tried to control your upper half. Your breath was caught in your throat.

Vil stopped talking, he knew what was going on, he'd never seen you so quiet, normally you were screaming at this point. Rook slid out of the table. “Rook . . . Next time you want to have a piece of her you could make it less obvious. And if either of you do this at my ball you won't hear the end of it.”

[scarysheep]

-Rook Hunt x Reader Headcanons-

(fluff and smut)

He's over protective (and kind of a stalker).He just want to make sure you're doing okay.

He can hide his emotion very well but since you're on his soft side he may tell you stories about his childhood while you're lying on his chest.

He has a calming aura. When you're crying or having a panic attack he's your best supporter.

He can teach you how to use guns and arrows.

Movie nights are your favorite dates. (imagine lying on a sofa and drinking your favorite drink with rook while you have a $100 facemask -he stole it from Vil's room- on your face. )

-NFSW-

Has a lot of experience.

Always puts your pleasure over his.

He makes sure you're well prepared, he doesn't want you to feel pain.

Can use his hands and mouth good.

Makes sure you cum several times before the actual action.

Cowgirl and lotus is his favorite positions.

Has a praise kink. (for you and him)

After he is sure that you're okay he showers and sleeps after.

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

I'm a little shy so bear with me! But... Where does Rook like to come during intercourse? It's hard to tell with him.

Hello Alice. There's no need to be shy! But, thank you for being so brave and asking such an exhilarating question!! The usual response is "Creampie!" but that's very... Boring... If I may...

tags: Rook Hunt x gn!reader, cumming!

I feel like I don't actually talk about Rook unless it's related to my one fanfic. So I'm very happy to chat about him like this hehe!~!

Rook tries to be tidy with his cum but also he is the second closest to a caveman with the sole contender being Silver. But that's for another day. I am actually a Rook condom truther. Just because he doesn't want to sully your beautiful and lovely hole with his yucky cum... And mentally he knows what kind of person he is if he sees you leaking he'll want to keep going. This is for your safety!

If you ask him to do what he likes... Honestly I am a fan of Rook facials. He gets shivery and whiny when you suck him off or touch his cock but when you sit on your knees and let him take photos he gets even more excited! You can see his face turning red, his chest heaving, he makes even more precum than usual as it drips all over your face. If you stick your tongue out it's a final straw. What turns Rook on the most is knowing you want him as much as he wants you.

Cumming all over your face, struggling to avoid your hair... It's actually pretty sweet since he's been eating a lot of fruit in Pomfiore. Tasty! If you dislike the facials he wants to cum all over your chest next. Your nipples look so nice when they're coated in his semen. His dick looks so big when it rests on your chest...

But if we do a full circle back to the condom thing... You could always offer to have sex raw. Rook is a very simple man and he has a special way of declining. Lots of sweet words and bargaining "Oh but you may not like it!" and things like that. He's doing it for you but also the most natural state and most intimate form of sex really is raw. Being connected entirely where he gets to hold you and fill you...

You remember immediately that he used to be in Savanaclaw. You would have mistaken him for an animal in rut if not for him laying in bed next to you covering his face with his hands... Rook is actually pretty sheepish about that. He never loses his cool and now you know what he likes... Forgive him... Let him make it up to you...

[thehorneygremlin]

I have a proposition

Vil x rook x y/n

Pov: vil realizes you haven't come to class for a reason

Warning: smut nsfw 18+, mdni, p in v, oral, m receiving, reader is in heat, fingering,

He walked in with practices ease, “You havent come to-.” the smell hit him. It was to perfumed in your room. What was going on!? Not a word was spoken from you . . . and you had missed class! Vil didnt even knock on the bathroom door, he just walked in. He wasnt ready for the sight. You were curled up on the floor. Your hair greasy from swet, eyes yellow, tail inbetween your legs, ears back. You were shaking, when you looked at him a wine came from you. Your clothes were damp and there was a slight smell.

He didnt know how to help . . . so he called rook. He paced in your bedroom before rook slid in, “Roi du poison, You have called apon me?” “I need you to tell me whats wrong with y/n.” “We have doctors to help, shall i fetch one?” “Im not sure if this is pain or a beast kin thing.” Rook opened the door, took half a look and closed the door. “She is in heat, the most a doctor can do is put her on blockers. I dont think she wants that because she is here.”

Vil sat on the bed, how did he miss this? “Is she in pain,” Vil sighed. “No . . . no she is not in pain just irritated and well . . . needing sex.” There was a muffled yowl from the bathroom. Vil had never gotten up that fast in his life. When the door opened you had your shirt in your mouth, you were thrashing around.

“She still has a few more days before she will be normal again.” A few days!? He couldnt imagine being in your shoes, it sounded agonizing. You had mentioned your heat previously, you told him how the only other person you would feel safe being in that vulnerable state with was Rook. Vil had shrugged it off, a ping of guilt washed over him.

He took a deep breath, “can you help me?” “Oui, I will help however possible.” “We have to get her clean . . . that smell is rancid,” Vil sighed. "She will cling to one of us in this state, it will be difficult." Rook could see the conviction in Vils eyes, “I can handle this part.” Vil nodded, allowing him to start. He thought watching another man take you would be hard, instead there was jealousy then guilt again for your situation.

When rook slid in you grabbed his shirt. “Ah, trickster i did not know you had such strength.” He started sliding in and out of you. You whimpered with each thrust. “Ooh, poor mon Minou, we are here to make you better now, “ Rook cued. Vil could see you coming back, Your eyes were softening, body relaxing. You started moaning instead of whimpering Your grip on his shirt loosened, your eyes rolled back, you stopped moaning as your body shook.

Rook didnt finish, he couldnt disrespect vil or you like that. He got up, giving the two of you space. “Vil,” You whimpered. “Im here,” he pulled you to your feet. “Are,” you took a deep breath, “Are we going to be ok?” Vil held you, even tho you felt gross, “Yes.”

You slipped into the shower. When you got out both men were in sitting on your bed. You had on a purple fluffy robe.

“I have a proposition for you,” Vil cleared his throat. You sat inbetween them, both of you looking at vil. “With your heat and my work schedule . . . I cant be here for you as much as you need me. I know your suffering . . . would you allow rook to continue in my place.” Your heat was screaming yes . . .but you really had to think about it. How would vil feel about this? You felt pillows against your lips. It was a long, reassuring kiss. When vil broke the kissthere was a smile on his face. He whispered in your ear, “He wouldnt just be yours . . . he would be mine as well.”

The thought of watching them had you riled up. Rook saw your ears puff up, eyes dilated. “Mon cheri, I need an answer, My heart it cant take the suspense.” “Yes rook,” you giggled. Rook slid over kissing vil. It was the sloppies kiss you ever saw. You got up to watch the show. Rooks tongue slid into vils mouth with ease. They started unbuttoning their clothes, taking them off piece by piece. They were both ripped, rook more so then vil. Your eyes shifted down, vil was longer, it was truely a beautiful, Rooks wasnt as long but thick.

Rook broke the kiss, trailing down his neck, his chest, his abbs. You groaned at the sight of rook taking vils shaft down his throat. Vil hissed pulling rooks hair. Vil gestured you to come towards him. You inched foward rook took no chances, he slid two fingers in you. With every bob of his head he slid his fingers in and out of you. It wasnt enough, you needed more. Both of you were a moaning mess. Rook hummed, it was all vil could take. “Rook,” vil grunted. Rook took vils entire length, swallowing every drop.

When he took vil out of his mouth rook kissed vil one more time before turning his attention to you. “Ah mon cher I am not finished with you yet.” He pushed in you again with ease. It felt so good having your walls stretched out again. Vil kissed you to keep you quiet as rook hit you in your g-spot. Your feet curled, Rook held your hand. “The way you are squeezing me, i can tell you are close,” Rook grunted. Your walls started spasming, eyes rolled back, muscles lost control. Rook pulled out.

[nekonaps0]

Hello! I hope this is the right place to send request!

So can I ask for shy reader with their SO ( 3rd years Twst boys) who is shy to express but one day they sneak behind her and find her reading suggestive / smut books and how they react :)) like it’s chaotic and cute HAHA

It can be suggestive, anything under your rules!

Thank you!

Interesting book choice

✦characters: third years

✦fem!reader

✦“Didn’t think you were into that kind of books.”

Trey Clover

You were curled up in the corner of the library, a rare moment of peace. With your knees tucked up and your face buried in a book, you looked like the picture of innocence.

Trey had been searching for you, thinking maybe you’d like to help him test the new tart he’d baked. He spotted you tucked away in the back of the room and approached quietly, not wanting to disturb you.

That is… until he noticed just what you were reading. The title was subtle, but the words on the page he glimpsed?

Not so much.

Trey blinked. “His lips grazed her neck, hands trailing lower as her breath hitched”

You turned the page, your face glowing red, clearly engrossed. He couldn’t help the amused smile creeping onto his face. He leaned in behind you, voice low and teasing. “Didn’t think you were into that kind of books.”

You jumped like you’d been electrocuted, snapping the book shut with a loud slap. You spun to face him, your expression pure panic, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. “T-Trey! I…It’s not! I mean! I was just—!”

He chuckled softly. His tone was warm, not mocking. “Relax. I’m not judging. You’re allowed to have your little ‘me time.’”

You whimpered something unintelligible, covering your face with both hands. “It’s just fiction!” you squeaked, your voice muffled.

Trey knelt beside you, his voice lower now, more sincere. “Hey, no need to be embarrassed. I think it’s fine.”

He gently tugged one hand away from your face so he could see your eyes. “It’s not a big deal. And if you want maybe you can share with me what was in it.”

You squeaked again, flustered beyond belief, and Trey just laughed, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Cater Diamond

It was just supposed to be a quiet afternoon.

You’d stolen away to the lounge in Heartslabyul, nestled on the velvet couch with a book you definitely wouldn’t be reading in public otherwise.

Something with a swoony, scandalous plot. Way steamier than your usual shy self would admit to anyone, not even your boyfriend.

Especially not your boyfriend Cater.

Cater, who always called you "cutie" and “babe” who flirted like it was his second language. He’d probably tease you to death if he knew what kind of thoughts your quiet little head was entertaining.

Unluckily…or maybe luckily, he found you. He wasn’t even trying to sneak up on you. He just wanted to see what you were up to. But when he rounded the corner and saw the very red look on your face, and that suspicious title peeking out, he paused.And read.

“His hand slid beneath the hem of her gown…” Cater let out a low whistle.

You froze.

“Whoa~ spicy! Didn’t know you were into this kinda stuff.”

You jolted, slamming the book shut so fast it puffed up dust. You turned to him, wide eyed and trembling like a deer caught in headlights. “I-I was just! It’s fiction! I swear I didn’t mean!”

“Oh my Seven, you're so cute when you're flustered!” he laughed, moving to flop onto the couch next to you. “Seriously, you always act so shy around me, but here you are reading stuff that would make me blush.”

You hid your face in your hands with a groan. “Please forget this happened…”

“Forget? Babe, no way!” he teased, sliding closer, propping his head on your shoulder with a grin. “Now I’ve gotta know… were you picturing me as the scandalous male lead?”

Your ears burned.

He smirked. “That’s a yes~”

Still, when he saw your shoulders trembling and realized you were actually overwhelmed, his teasing softened.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured, nudging your arm gently. “I’m just messin’ with you, okay? You can like whatever you like. Honestly? I think it’s kinda hot that my shy little cutie has a naughty side.”

You peeked at him through your fingers. “Really…?”

He winked, grinning. “Totally. But now I’m gonna be wondering what else you’ve been keeping to yourself~”

Leona Kingscholar

It was hot and quiet in the botanical garden, a perfect place to be alone. You were curled beneath the shade of a tree, nose buried in a very suggestive book you’d smuggled from the library's restricted romance section.

You hadn’t meant to fall so deep into it, but the tension, the slow burn, the scandalous way the hero whispered things to the heroine… your face was burning, heart pounding as you clutched the pages like your life depended on it.

You didn’t notice the rustle of leaves behind you. Didn’t hear Leona’s lazy footsteps. He'd been napping nearby and had woken up when he heard you mumbling to yourself. He stretched, followed the sound, and then... froze when he saw what you were reading.

He tilted his head, ears twitching slightly as he narrowed his eyes and read a few lines over your shoulder. “She gasped as his hand traveled downward, lips brushing the edge of…”

You didn’t even notice him until he snorted.

Loudly.

“Oi. You always get this worked up over books, herbivore?”

You shrieked, practically launching the book into orbit as you turned to find Leona towering over you, smirking down like a lion who had cornered his prey. “L-Leona! How long?! I-I didn’t know you were!”

“Long enough.” His tail flicked with clear amusement as he plucked the fallen book from the ground, flipping through it lazily. “Hah. Didn't know you liked stuff like this. You always look like you'd faint if someone touched your hand.”

“It’s just fiction!” you squeaked, covering your face. “It’s just... for fun…”

He stared at you. Then knelt in front of you.

“You were imagining someone?” he said, voice low and gravelly. “Anyone I know?” He smirked at you, already knowing the answer.

You whimpered. He smirked wider. “You’ve got guts, hiding this little spicy side from me.”

You peeked at him between your fingers. “That’s embarrassing…”

“Tch. Why would it be?” He leaned in, brushing his knuckles under your chin. “Honestly, kinda sexy that you’ve been holding out on me.”

Your face flushed deep red. “Leona!”

“Relax. I won’t tease you too much,” he added, lips curling. “But don’t think I’m letting this go. Next time you want spice…” He tapped the cover of the book. “Come find me instead.”

Your heart nearly exploded.

Vil Schoenheit

You thought you were alone in the library, a quiet, unused wing where no one ever went unless they were researching obscure potion books or beauty rituals from centuries past.

Perfect.

You curled up with a spicy romance novel tucked between your fingers. It was one of those sultry, decadent ones, flowery prose, forbidden kisses, and breathless touches behind closed doors. Totally uncharacteristic for someone as bashful as you, especially when your boyfriend was Vil Schoenheit.

Beautiful. Regal. Composed.

You’d die if he knew what you were reading. And naturally, fate decided to murder you on the spot.

“What on Twisted Earth are you hiding behind your sleeve?”

You gasped and sat bolt upright, clutching the book to your chest as if it were a lifeline. Vil stood in the doorway, arms folded, golden hair gleaming. His eyes narrowed calculating, curious.

“Nothing!” you said way too quickly.

He arched a perfectly shaped brow. “That didn’t sound suspicious at all.”

Before you could escape, Vil had crossed the room in long, graceful strides. He plucked the book gently from your hands before you could stop him.

He read the title.

Then a passage.

And then...

“‘His fingertips danced along her thigh, lighting fires in their wake…’”

He paused.

Then looked at you.

Slowly.

His expression unreadable. “...This is what you’re reading in secret?”

“I-it’s not like that! I just… I thought it was interesting! Just curious! It’s fiction!” you stammered, cheeks hotter than lava.

He exhaled through his nose, almost like a sigh. “Sweet potato…”

He stepped closer and sat beside you, brushing your hair aside so he could look directly into your eyes. “You’re allowed to explore your desires. You don’t have to hide them from me. You can read whatever you want. I won’t gonna judge you.”

You blinked, unsure if he was teasing or serious. “Really?”

“Really.” His hand found yours, cool and elegant, lacing your fingers together.

Rook Hunt

The woods behind Ramshackle were your secret sanctuary.Quiet. Breezy. Peaceful. Also far away from prying eyes.

Or so you thought.

You were lounging beneath a tree, sunlight warming your skin as you held your book close to your chest. One of those romance novels. The kind that dripped with stolen kisses, wandering hands, and unspoken, breathless tension.

Your heart thumped in time with the quickening pace of the words. You’d been rereading the same spicy scene twice over, where the mysterious hunter cornered the heroine, eyes smoldering, hands braced beside her head, whispering things that made you squirm.

It was a little embarrassing. Especially since you were dating Rook, actual hunter and professional swooner. If he knew what you were reading, he’d never let you live it down.

Which was unfortunate. Because he was literally behind you. Leaning in. Reading over your shoulder.

“‘His mouth traced the edge of her throat, voice low and dangerous…’” A voice repeated smoothly.

You jolted violently, flinging the book into the bushes.

“Mon dieu!” Rook exclaimed dramatically, catching the book mid air. “Such thrilling prose! Such evocative language! Quelle passion!”

Your entire body went rigid. “R-Rook! H-how long have you…?!”

“Long enough to fall deeply in love with the way your eyes sparkled while you read,” he cooed, spinning the book in his hands like it was a rose. “How curious! You never told me you enjoyed such spicy literature, ma chère.”

You curled into yourself like a dying star, face burning. “I—I just thought it was interesting, I swear! Just curiosity!”

He smiled,soft and knowing. “Ah, but fantasies reveal the hungers of the soul~”

He leaned in, his voice velvet smooth. “Does your heart beat so quickly because of the book… or because I am near?”

You nearly choked on your tongue. “I… I don’t know…”

He tilted his head, eyes dancing with delight. And then…He pouted.

“Oh, mon trésor… to think you’d keep such delicious curiosities from me.” He sighed, pressing the book to his chest like a love letter. “Are you perhaps afraid I would judge you? Or worse… feel jealous of this fictional rogue?”

Your jaw dropped.“Y-You’re jealous? Of a book character?!”

“Mais oui~” he said dramatically. “I am your beloved, non? And yet it is he who kisses your thoughts in secret.”

Your embarrassment turned into shy laughter. “Rook, you’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous in love~” He pulled you to your feet and kissed your knuckles with flair. “Next time, we read such tempting tales together. And if you desire a rogue with a sharp tongue and wandering hands… I volunteer myself.”

Your heart sputtered in your chest.

And the book? He kept it.

Tucked it into his coat like a prized treasure.

Idia Shroud

You’d never meant for anyone to find out. Especially not Idia.

But your weakness for spicy, blush worthy romance book had gotten the better of you during a late night reading binge in Ignihyde’s lounge. He said he’d be “holed up in his room grinding a raid boss,” so you figured you had the entire common room to yourself. Other students usually sleep or doing their own stuff in their own room in these hours.

You were wrong.

Dead wrong.

You’d barely gotten to the scene… the scene where the shy academic girl finally snapped, pushed her love interest against the wall, and proceeded to say things that would make a most naughty person blush…

When you heard a sudden noise behind you. A gasp. A panicked flutter of fingers. And the unmistakable screech of a social reclused nerd malfunctioning.

“WH-WHAT—?!”

You turned around so fast the book went flying off your lap. There, standing frozen like he’d just walked in on a murder scene, was Idia. His hair sparked bright pink. His eyes were the size of dinner plates.

“Y-You’re reading—!! That’s—!?! AND HERE???”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Then opened it again. “It’s just a book,” you mumbled, face heating up.

“J-just a book?! That book is trending on like, ten different forums for being highly unhinged! There's a whole thread about that chapter. T-there's fanart! Why would you—how do you—ARE YOU OKAY?!”

You blinked. “…Are you okay?” You raised an eyebrow.

“NO???” He looked like he might combust on the spot. “I—I mean… it’s fine! You’re allowed to read whatever you want! It’s not like I’m gonna judge you! Like pfff romantic tension and, uh, aggressive make outs are, y’know, common themes in the genre… not that I read them! I mean I do! But not like that! Wait. NO! I mean—!!”

You couldn’t help it. You started laughing. Which only made him spiral more.

“You’re laughing?? At me?? After I just caught you reading Borderline 18+ Shoujo Heat Level literature??”

“You’re adorable,” you giggled, wiping a tear from your eye. “Idia, I didn’t think you’d freak out more than I did.”

He sputtered. His hair pulsed pink. “I’m not adorable! I’m—! I’m the brooding shut in NPC with a secret SSR drop rate! You… you don’t just call people like me adorable!!”

You took a step closer and poked his cheek. “So... you weren’t grossed out?”

“Wha—NO?! Grossed out?! Do you know how lucky I feel that you’re into stuff like that?! That you’re even into romance at all and not just some perfectly untouchable goddess who reads obscure philosophy books and judges me??”

You stared.

He froze.

“...That came out weird,” he mumbled, covering his face.

“I think it came out honest.”

He peeked between his fingers. “You’re seriously not mad because I walked in on you imagining yourself kissing that smoldering male lead guy?”

“Only if you imagine yourself as the smoldering lead instead.”

He made a noise like a dying talking plushie. “I’m gonna short circuit. I’m actually gonna melt. This is it. This is the end of the Shroud bloodline.”

You chuckled and sat beside him, nudging his side. “You know… I wouldn’t mind if you stole a few lines from that book.”

He peeked again. “...W-what lines?”

You whispered one of the racier ones directly in his ear. And then he screamed.

Ortho came bursting in two seconds later thinking there was an actual emergency.

Malleus Draconia

You had no intention of anyone seeing what you were reading. Especially not Malleus, crown prince of Briar Valley, and the person who is your most sweetest lover.

The book in question? A highly detailed fantasy romance novel filled with steamy, near poetic prose, swoon worthy scenes, and a mysterious, immortal prince who just so happened to bear a striking resemblance to someone you knew.

You were curled up beneath the window of Ramshackle’s common room, knees pulled up, so engrossed in your book you didn’t even hear the signature crackle that preceded his arrival.

“Child of man,” his voice came smooth, just above your head. “There you are.”

You yelped, slamming the book shut and shoving it under the nearest pillow like a guilty teenager caught by a parent.

Too late… He had already seen it.

“You seem… startled,” he said with a tilt of his head, glowing eyes curious.

“Nope! Nope! Totally fine!” you said, voice about two octaves too high. “Didn’t see you there! Hahah… how long were you standing there?”

“Long enough to wonder what could possibly make you so flustered,” he said, stepping closer.

You could feel the ancient power rolling off him like fog. He looked down at the pillow hiding your book like he could see through it with a glance. Honestly, he probably could.

“You were smiling as you read,” he said softly, “and your heart was racing.”

You turned into a human tomato. “Malleus…I…”

He knelt in front of you, one hand gently brushing your cheek. His expression wasn’t teasing or mocking. It was… curious. Gentle. Just slightly amused.

“Tell me,” he said, “what tale had you so captivated?”

You looked away. “It’s nothing. Just a dumb book.”

“I do not believe it is dumb if it moved you so.” He reached beneath the pillow and plucked it up. With one elegant movement, he held the book in his hand, running his fingers across the cover like it was something sacred.

Then he opened it. And landed directly on the scene. The scene where the immortal prince backed the heroine against a marble wall and whispered that she was the only warmth he’d ever known in a thousand winters of solitude.

“...Ah.” Malleus blinked. A long pause.

Then slowly, a smile tugged at his lips. “So this is what stirs your heart.”

You panicked. “Wait! Malleus… it’s not like that! I just like the writing… it’s not like I’m thinking about…”

His eyes glowed, and you immediately regretted your choice of words.

“...You think of me” he repeated, voice dangerously quiet.

“I mean. Maybe. A little...”

He chuckled, deep and velvety. “I did wonder why you can’t look at me when Im slightly closer or why your cheeks warmed whenever I offered you my arm.” His thumb stroked along the edge of the page, and he looked up at you from beneath his lashes. “Now I see… You long for affection. Intimacy. The brush of lips in candlelight. The weight of a hand at your back.”

You opened your mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. He’s your boyfriend! You shouldn’t be so nervous about that! “I… uh…maybe? Yes? I don’t know! It’s just fiction!”

He snapped the book shut and leaned forward until your noses nearly touched. “It does not have to remain fiction.”

Your breath hitched. “Malleus…”

“If you wished me to hold you as he does her… to speak those words to you… you only need to ask.”

Your brain short circuited. All you could do was sit there, speechless, as the most powerful fae in Twisted Wonderland looked at you like you were his moon and stars.

“You are far more beautiful than this character,” he murmured, brushing a stray hair from your face. “And your heart beats far louder than any page.”

You were still stammering when he pressed a soft, chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Let me court you,” he whispered. “Not as a prince. But as your beloved.”

You nodded. You think you nodded. Frankly, you were too stunned to know for sure.

All you knew was that your book was forgotten, and now you were living something better.

Lilia Vanrouge

You should’ve known better than to read that kind of book in public. But Ramshackle was quiet that day, the fireplace was crackling, Grim had gone off to chase ghosts or snacks (you weren’t sure which), and you were sure no one would just drop in unannounced.

So there you were face buried in a novel, curled up with a blanket, absolutely enthralled by the scene you were reading.

The heroine had just been pinned to a wall by the mysterious, older vampire. You didn’t even realize you’d been holding your breath until…

“Oho~ What have we here?”

Your heart leapt from your chest. “W-Wha—Lilia?!”

You scrambled to hide the book under your blanket as the red eyed fae floated down with a grin sharp enough to pierce through the fabric.

He touched down silently in front of you, arms folded behind his back, head tilted like a curious cat. “Now, now, don’t be shy. I believe I caught a glimpse of a very… bold sentence.”

“You saw nothing!” you squeaked, cheeks blazing red. “It’s just… it’s not even that… I mean it’s a romance novel, yes, but it’s tasteful!”

Lilia chuckled, plucking the corner of the book from under your blanket. You tried to hold it down with your weight.

He merely arched a brow. “You wound me,” he said with a fake offense. “After everything I’ve lived through, do you really think I haven’t read a few scandalous things in my time?”

You pursed your lips. “Doesn’t mean you should read mine!”

“But you were enjoying it so much,” he cooed, circling you like a hungry cat.

“Your little sighs. Your flushed cheeks. The way your eyes widened at certain words…” He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Was it the vampire that got you flustered?”

“I—I don’t! It’s not like that!”

“Oh?” His fangs glinted. “Even if he was pale, ancient, charming, full of dark secrets… and had a taste for innocent hearts?”

You were dying. “Stop! You’re making it worse!”

Lilia smirked and gently tugged the book from your grip. He turned a few pages and hummed at the contents.

“Ah, this part… where he runs his hand up her thigh and whispers he could devour her whole…” He looked at you with a sly grin. “Now, that’s good writing.”

You let out a strangled noise.

“I didn’t expect you to be the naughty type” he said, crouching to meet your gaze. “You’ve always been so polite around me. Always so flustered when I tease.”

You swallowed hard.

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a purr. “Is that what you want from me? To pin you against the wall and whispered sweet, dark promises?”

“Lilia!!”

His laughter rang out, melodious and full of mischief. But then, just as you were ready to flee the room forever, his expression softened.

“You know,” he said, brushing a hand against your cheek, “you never have to be ashamed of what you want. Especially with me.”

Your eyes widened.

“I mean it,” he continued. “If you desire sweetness, I will give it. If you desire passion, I have centuries of experience. If you simply want to be held and kissed like those pages describe…”

He kissed your forehead. “Then say the word, my dear.”

Your heart thudded.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak. So instead… you reached out and held his hand. And he smiled.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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Maybe the shyness despaired in the Idia one xddd sorry 😭 I hope you guys gonna like it,

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