She/her 21 •‼️Minors DNI‼️🔞 Just Warning, these are a lot of head cannons I’m pulling out of my ass. HEY!! If anyone ever wants to make a story out of my head cannons, fucking do it it! JUST PLEASE! Link me the story!
Is there a scenario where the MC in Twisted Wonderland is on their way to Disneyland in the real world? Like they have all their gear ready! A pack back full of secret snacks, water, extra cash, extra room for all the souvenirs they were gonna get, and as they stepped in Disneyland ready for Adventure, they find themselves in NRC! The Twisted wonderland video game! They have no idea how they got there, they’re just there! And that’s how the story kicks off with a Disney nerd who was just trying to have a fun day at Disneyland dumped into a college full of mages who have a creepy similarities to the Top Disney Villains!
Ooooh! Extra points if the MC has Mouse ears on their head!!!!
The one to reject you harshly, stating how he sees you as nothing more than a fellow student - an acquaintance at most. You’re mere companions, how could he ever feel for you more? Yes, he’s grateful for your assistance with the various overblots rampaging one after another within the school, but there’s nothing deeper than that to it.
But when he turns away from you, oh how his heart aches and his tongue burns from the lies that had spilled from his lips. He has always been told that he has a venomous tongue, and now his mouth foams with swallowed poison.
Oh, how he does feel for you. The love he feels runs deep in his bones, has crawled through the thick layers of his skin and nestled itself into the corner of his heart and soul, forever watching over him, forever a part of him. That part of him yearns for your touch, for your embrace, for your time. But he knows that it cannot be his. He is far too unworthy, far too tainted to be able to fully wrap himself in the holy embrace of your affection.
He has already gorged himself on the affection of your gaze alone for far too long - he cannot do so for any longer. He will never truly be full, but the sin of gluttony is not one that he has been granted permission to embrace. So, instead, he will simply allow the threads of your relationship to unravel themselves, until he and your heart are no longer intertwined. (And yet, why can’t he help but yearn for a chance to hold onto this selfishness - to grab the threads, and twist them around his neck until he can no longer breathe; until the air in his lungs is replaced with you?)
JAMIL.
The one to never outright admit to knowing, but you can still tell. You can tell by the way he begins to pull away - the way he no longer finds reasons to do the little things with you. He no longer barges into Ramshackle Dorm when he’s upset with Riddle, he no longer throws eraser residue at the side of your face to grab your attention during class. Eventually, he’s just never there - a mere wisp of shadows every time you turn to look at him. But, honestly, what did you even expect? He’s notorious for his ghosting abilities, so why would you ever stop to think that you would be treated any different? Yet, you still can’t help but yearn to gaze upon him once more.
But he never truly meant to pull away from you. He’s a runner - he runs from anything that he can avoid; including his feelings. How could he ever accept the idea of falling in love with anyone - let alone one of his best friends? He doesn’t understand his feelings, nor does he want to. So, he runs, and runs, and runs, until he’s no longer around you; until he no longer feels that disgusting tingling sensation that ran through his body whenever you were near. But now, as he lies on his bed, surrounded only by the sound of Deuce obnoxiously snoring from the other side of their dorm room, he can’t help but let his mind run wild. Amongst his rapid thoughts - one stands out most; “Why does his skin feel so wrong without the tingling he once despised?”
ACE.
The one to subtly let you down. Not because he doesn’t love you, no - because he doesn’t believe that he is good enough for you. Yes, you know of his past, and you’ve been a first hand witness to the immense efforts that he’s put into improving, but he can’t help but think you’d be better off with another. Or, at least better off until he’s finally become a man that he's proud of - until he becomes a man worthy of your affection. (If only he could have realised that he was already worthy of all the love the world could ever offer.) Nights spent on calls with his mother always end with him rambling about you, you, you. She always interrogates him in regards to why the two of you aren’t dating already, and he has no answer besides the fact that both of you are still too busy with studies (and overblots - but he doesn’t dare to tell his mother about that. He couldn’t bear to make her worry for him any more than she already does.) These calls are always followed by hours spent staring at his ceiling, fantacising about what life with you could be like with you, what it would be like to hold you in his arms as lovers, and - if he allows himself to get too deep into his fantasies - what it would be like to take you on a date, to hold your hand, and to kiss you. With the encouragement from his mother, he decides that he will one day ask you to be his - but only once he’s ready. He just selfishly hopes that you don’t move on before he has the chance to.
DEUCE.
The one to not even realise his feelings until it’s too late. He can’t even begin to comprehend the notion of you holding feelings for him - or he for you - until you’ve pulled away from him completely; until you’re entirely gone. Those weeks, months that you spent subtly leaving him - letting him touch you less, ending conversations quicker, always talking about how you need to go study with Grimm - none of that was noticed until you were no longer there, until the only indication that you were ever there was the lingering scent of you. Now all he’s left with is the fantasies that run throughout his mind every night; fantasies of what could have been, of what he was too blinded by other extravagant events to see, of what he’s never going to get back. On most nights, he isn’t even plagued by dreams - instead, it’s questions. Questions that haunt him for weeks on end. Questions that all end up surrounding one topic; you. “What could I have done? How could I have not noticed sooner? Why did it all go wrong? Why is this effecting me so much?” It’s on one of those nights that he realises why, and his heart breaks in response; he loves you. He loves you, and he’s never going to get you back.
The one to reject you harshly, stating how he sees you as nothing more than a fellow student - an acquaintance at most. You’re mere companions, how could he ever feel for you more? Yes, he’s grateful for your assistance with the various overblots rampaging one after another within the school, but there’s nothing deeper than that to it.
But when he turns away from you, oh how his heart aches and his tongue burns from the lies that had spilled from his lips. He has always been told that he has a venomous tongue, and now his mouth foams with swallowed poison.
Oh, how he does feel for you. The love he feels runs deep in his bones, has crawled through the thick layers of his skin and nestled itself into the corner of his heart and soul, forever watching over him, forever a part of him. That part of him yearns for your touch, for your embrace, for your time. But he knows that it cannot be his. He is far too unworthy, far too tainted to be able to fully wrap himself in the holy embrace of your affection.
He has already gorged himself on the affection of your gaze alone for far too long - he cannot do so for any longer. He will never truly be full, but the sin of gluttony is not one that he has been granted permission to embrace. So, instead, he will simply allow the threads of your relationship to unravel themselves, until he and your heart are no longer intertwined. (And yet, why can’t he help but yearn for a chance to hold onto this selfishness - to grab the threads, and twist them around his neck until he can no longer breathe; until the air in his lungs is replaced with you?)
JAMIL.
The one to never outright admit to knowing, but you can still tell. You can tell by the way he begins to pull away - the way he no longer finds reasons to do the little things with you. He no longer barges into Ramshackle Dorm when he’s upset with Riddle, he no longer throws eraser residue at the side of your face to grab your attention during class. Eventually, he’s just never there - a mere wisp of shadows every time you turn to look at him. But, honestly, what did you even expect? He’s notorious for his ghosting abilities, so why would you ever stop to think that you would be treated any different? Yet, you still can’t help but yearn to gaze upon him once more.
But he never truly meant to pull away from you. He’s a runner - he runs from anything that he can avoid; including his feelings. How could he ever accept the idea of falling in love with anyone - let alone one of his best friends? He doesn’t understand his feelings, nor does he want to. So, he runs, and runs, and runs, until he’s no longer around you; until he no longer feels that disgusting tingling sensation that ran through his body whenever you were near. But now, as he lies on his bed, surrounded only by the sound of Deuce obnoxiously snoring from the other side of their dorm room, he can’t help but let his mind run wild. Amongst his rapid thoughts - one stands out most; “Why does his skin feel so wrong without the tingling he once despised?”
ACE.
The one to subtly let you down. Not because he doesn’t love you, no - because he doesn’t believe that he is good enough for you. Yes, you know of his past, and you’ve been a first hand witness to the immense efforts that he’s put into improving, but he can’t help but think you’d be better off with another. Or, at least better off until he’s finally become a man that he's proud of - until he becomes a man worthy of your affection. (If only he could have realised that he was already worthy of all the love the world could ever offer.) Nights spent on calls with his mother always end with him rambling about you, you, you. She always interrogates him in regards to why the two of you aren’t dating already, and he has no answer besides the fact that both of you are still too busy with studies (and overblots - but he doesn’t dare to tell his mother about that. He couldn’t bear to make her worry for him any more than she already does.) These calls are always followed by hours spent staring at his ceiling, fantacising about what life with you could be like with you, what it would be like to hold you in his arms as lovers, and - if he allows himself to get too deep into his fantasies - what it would be like to take you on a date, to hold your hand, and to kiss you. With the encouragement from his mother, he decides that he will one day ask you to be his - but only once he’s ready. He just selfishly hopes that you don’t move on before he has the chance to.
DEUCE.
The one to not even realise his feelings until it’s too late. He can’t even begin to comprehend the notion of you holding feelings for him - or he for you - until you’ve pulled away from him completely; until you’re entirely gone. Those weeks, months that you spent subtly leaving him - letting him touch you less, ending conversations quicker, always talking about how you need to go study with Grimm - none of that was noticed until you were no longer there, until the only indication that you were ever there was the lingering scent of you. Now all he’s left with is the fantasies that run throughout his mind every night; fantasies of what could have been, of what he was too blinded by other extravagant events to see, of what he’s never going to get back. On most nights, he isn’t even plagued by dreams - instead, it’s questions. Questions that haunt him for weeks on end. Questions that all end up surrounding one topic; you. “What could I have done? How could I have not noticed sooner? Why did it all go wrong? Why is this effecting me so much?” It’s on one of those nights that he realises why, and his heart breaks in response; he loves you. He loves you, and he’s never going to get you back.
I wanna se a fanfic where yuu discovers ramshackle is a living building
Like imagine the thing of ramshackle has in difference to the other dorms is that it is a living organism, it breathes, it pulses but never sleeps
It can change its space however it wants it but needs magic to do so, and since nobody has been living there for the past 100 years it grew weak and old in a sort of vegetative stage
But since yuu and grim have been living there for the past month/year or so its strength is sloooooowly getting back, its breathing again every creak of the floor is its breath, its pulsing again when you think its going to collapse on your head and you go outside and wait for a bit just to see if it will finaly crash, its vibrating with excitment of once again having residents living in it, always watching you sleeping seeing you grow comfortable in its walls
Filling them with joy once more
Houses are a place of rest, comfort, its where the heart lies, the crow cound't have possibly undurstand something he din't appreciate
Huh… I was debating about if Ramshackle itself had a bit of consciousness due to being haunted for so long. I think I really like this idea, it’s just one more thing keeping Yuu/MC from being able to leave Twisted Wonderland. But now I wonder if Ramshackle judges or has favorites among our boys?
only don't call them dates, because even Leona Kingscholar is truly too much of a prince to consider a mere nap with you to be a "date", even if it does make his heart stutter in his chest when you're smushed against his warm embrace.
Ruggie is over it, Leona sending him to your dorm to retrieve you, and insisting that his boss bring you to the Savanaclaw dorms in the middle of a sunny afternoon. He complies of course, walking with you with a snicker on his lips when he withholds the information of your summons, leaving your hands flexing at your side and a curious thought as you feel the warm sun shining on your skin as you approach the dorms.
Leona throws a sweatshirt at you when you walk into his room. It's quite dark even for it being daytime, heavy and intricately woven curtains shut, the scent of his cologne and natural beastman musk a welcome feeling to your senses and keeps the air comfortable. You hold the sweatshirt in your hands and look to where the prince lays in his bed, one pure emerald eye opening to land on your form with a low grumble.
"Put it on before you lay down. Get on with it, I'm tired." he shifts his head to face the wall furthest from your figure as you blink owlishly, toeing off your shoes and changing your shirt into one of his. It smells like him and you hope he didn't peek when you nuzzled into the fabric, smiling in the low light of his bedroom. He'd never say so, but the scent of him on you is a claim.
He wordlessly lifts the blanket for you, not even opening his eyes while you climb in. A little clumsy, falling into the mattress with a soft giggle. You have barely any time to settle before his arm winds around your waist and yanks you against him, the smallest chuff in his throat when you place your face into his chest. Leona's eyes then open without your knowledge, watching your visage grow sleepier by the second and he softens, barely concealing a smile while he throws a leg over yours to entrap you against him.
You huff, he chuckles as you hold him tightly.
"Leona."
"What do ya want?" he mumbles, jostling you in the slightest as a warning to hush.
"Nothing, just…sweet dreams." you smile into his skin, feeling the vibrations of his purrs that he cannot conceal. He kisses your forehead and you warm. You hope you dream of him even while nestled in his arms.
"Yeah yeah."
(He's going to dream of you.)
this is a repost from my old blog, reblogs and feedback appreciated ♡
Where in you get hurt accidentally and decide to use it as a flirting opportunity
Features; Overblot boys (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia and Malleus)
Tags; fluff, Yuu/MC is kinda a brat (lovingly), mutual pinning (??),
They refuse but are very cute about it, I promise
It's my first time ever doing something like this. I used to write one-shots for pjsk on ao3 back in the day but that's something entirely different.
Apologies for any mistakes in advance, especially messing up times, I struggle with that a lot (◕દ◕)
Riddle Rosehearts
- You two are on a walk around the heartslabyul's maze. He asked for your help with going over the painted rose bushes. Just to see if Ace or Deuce haven't been slacking off
- It is kinda rude that you are now not only Grim's caretaker but also these two idiots' babysitter
- But Riddle is very nice while explaining all the Queen's rules so it's not all that bad
- Somewhere near rule 34, you accidentally trip over an unsuspecting branch
- You should definitely blame Ace and Deuce for this. Just because
- There're a few seconds of delay in Riddle's brain before he notices that you're not in his field of vision anymore. The moment he glances down, he immediately gets worried and rushes over to you
- "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" Rare panicking Riddle spotted
- "Adorable" you find yourself thinking
- Fortunately, you only scratched your knee. Unfortunately, there's now a hole in your uniform
- "I'll use healing magic, just give me a moment" He says as he quickly reaches for his magipen
- "You can always just kiss it better, you know?"
- A pause
- Pause so long you start thinking you might have just broken some kind of rule about not flirting pathetically in the Rose Maze
- And as you see his face turning red, you start fearing the worst. Not like you have any magic that could be taken away, but those collars do look extraordinarily annoying to wear
- However, it's a pleasant surprise to see it's not one of those times he turns red because of anger. It's just an ordinary blush
- "I don't know what type of medicine you perform back in your world, but, I can assure you, here healing magic will do just fine"
- Okay, he is still angry with the way he says that through his teeth. But it's more of controlled anger than his usual explosion. You should tell Trey, he would feel like a proud mother
- He gets down on his knees next to you and uses his magic to heal the wound. Easy, painless and effective. 10/10
- "I can ask around Heartslabyul if anyone is willing to fix the rip in the fabric"
- "Adorable" you find yourself thinking again
- Or maybe he's scared that you'll try to torture him by performing terrific cover of "Baby shark", in his room, with Grim again. Who knows? One of these options is much nicer to believe
- It is truly a mystery of life how you're allowed to just nap in Leona's room
- Well, if you had to pin point the reason, it could be that he finally noticed and appreciated all the times you have helped him
- Nonetheless, a place to sleep is a place to sleep. Handy whenever winter nights at Ramshackle become just too cold for your liking
- So now you're stuck cleaning Leona's room. What? Did you really think you could get free housing, with no strings attached with Ruggie around? Think twice
- Leona, to no one's surprise, is sleeping. And it would be just rude to wake the man up. For all the bullshit people at NRC go through, it is rather inspiring to care so little about it all, like Leona. Truly, a model for all of us to follow
- Going back to cleaning
- Due to a literal mountain of clothes in your arms, obscuring your vision, you don't notice a random T-shirt on the floor
- So you trip over it. You hit your head against the wall and drop everything you were holding in the process
- Great
- A loud thud is what wakes Leona up. He's ready to scold Ruggie for being annoying again
- But instead of that hyena, he sees you, slowly massaging the side of your head that just kissed the wall
- "Oi, what are you doing?" He barely moves, just enough to see you in the corner of his eye
- "Just tripped, nothing serious"
- He just groand and returned to his sleeping position
- "Get yourself some bandages from downstairs and stop hissing, herbivore. It's loud"
- Very caring
- "You can always kiss it better. I'm sure that would fix it instantly" You say with a smug expression. Nothing beats banter with Leona
- You hear a groan and how he switches to laying on his other side. Not even entertaining you with a response
- What can you really do? You just pick up a few things that fell when you tripped-
- "Leave those be, Ruggie will clean them. Now go downstairs, I don't want you to be whining from some small bruise the whole night."
- Well... At least you aren't getting your sleepover privileges revoked. Very caring indeed
- So 9-5 within your reasonable qualifications it is
- How did you get roped into helping around Mostro Lounge?
- Well, you see, the campus has been awfully quiet from any major events recently, and that means Crowley has no incentive to give you free food
- Between experiencing ABSURD tempo Jade puts on every employee and Floyd... Well, being Floyd, you find yourself making mistakes more often than not
- It wouldn't be an issue if not for all the twins' comments about putting you in debt for breaking even the smallest piece of silverware
- So no matter how sluggish your pace is, you must not break a single piece of the dishware, got it! Better to be fired and be forced to beg Leona for money than to get wrapped into servitude
- So when you see one poorly placed glass about to fall over, the instinct takes over, and you just run
- The glass is safe. But now you're on the floor and with a new bruise. Great. At least you were still a free man
- That thought does waver a bit once Azul asks you to go to the VIP room with him. Maybe Jade sold you out?
- "You must understand that an employee getting hurt on the clock is amongst the worst things that might happen to a business. We pride ourselves in the best working conditions-"
- Seriously is there some hidden camera recording this for an ad?
- He goes on. And on. And on. And you're forced to just sit down and listen
- "But fear not, my benevolence would never allow me to ignore my dear, even though part-time, employee when they get hurt. Of course, here at Mostro Lounge, we do cover the expenses-"
- "All that yapping and you could have used your mouth more effectively by just kissing it better"
- That one just kinda slips out before you can stop yourself. But MAN does this awkward silence feel 100x better than that HR bullshit
- "I..." Azul Ashengrotto being at a loss for words is a very sought out commodity these days and here he is, completely stunned as to what the hell he should say next
- "I have no idea what kind of joke that was but I implore you to take this seriously" He says, adjusting his glasses from nervousness.
- "Just a joke? Well, how about you test it?"
- You could absolutely get used to the sight of Azul Ashengrotto blushing furiously while struggling to say even a single word
- Being invited to Kalim's party has become a routine at this point. Not always do you show up, manz is really out there partying every day, but you do make a conscious effort to appear at least once a week
- So here you are, once a week happens to be today after all.
- The music is fantastic, the food is to die for and generally it seems like every concern is just disappearing
- You could try to join people on the dancefloor but, knowing Kalim, he would drag you there soon enough. Better to just relax alone while you still can
- Well, you were relaxing, until you saw Jamil helping a waiter carry some food to the table. Or maybe the waiter was helping him, since Jamil was probably the one to make it all
- So you make your little exit and follow Jamil to the kitchen. He was probably wanting to just spend some time alone before Kalim finds him
- Well, too bad for him because now you're here to annoy him as if it's your only goal in life (and who knows, maybe it is)
- "Soooo... What's this?" You ask for the 2739th time while pointing at a different dish with a big smile
- "That's just some chicken nuggets, Kalim wanted to try them since- Wait what the fuck do you mean 'What's this', you were the one who gave them to Kalim the first time!"
- "Oh was I now..." You smile even wider and go over to another dish while Jamil is stuck massaging his temple and repeating something about forsaking his entire family just to get away from this shit
- "Ow!" He immediately rushes to see what happened. No matter how annoyed, he has those protective instincts ingrained in his very core due to... People...
- Well now you're no better cuz you forgot to put on some gloves on before touching the hot tray that he just pulled out of the oven. Like an idiot
- This might have been just one of the deepest and most irritated sighs you have ever heard. Leona has nothing on this man
- "Get those under cold water" He turns on the tap so you don't have to grab it with your burned hands "I'll grab the first aid kit"
- First aid kid turns out to be a gross understatement as he pulls out a bag so huge you could probably put your entire wardrobe in there
- But despite its size he finds the things he was looking for in just a few seconds
- This could be such a cute moment for him if not for the mumbling under his breath akin to "I hope next time you straight up die so I don't have to deal with this"
- "If it's really such a hassle you can just kiss it better"
- He stops for a minute to look at you, hitting you with one of those "Are you kidding me" looks he sometimes gives Kalim
- "Forget I said anything" You avert your gaze
- Then you hear some clinking and he takes your hands into his. Without a word he starts applying the medicine, stopping whenever you hiss from the pain.
- He really can be cute if he just shuts up
- Pomefiore is one of those places you want to feel relaxed at and yet everyone makes it impossible to do so
- You have Rook randomly dropping pieces of lore about you that you didn't even realise and then you have Epel going full rebellious teen on you since he can't do it in front of others
- And then you have Vil...
- Well Vil is just scary as fuck with that judgmental glance of his. Like a disappointed mother that is so close to calling you a failed abortion
- And despite it all, you are sitting outside the dorm, accompanying Epel for some spelldrive practice
- Apparently he was ordered like a bazzilion throws because he missed one during last practice match
- Leona calls it tough love, Epel calls it a good challenge and you call it stupid
- But once Epel sets his mind on something there's no way of stopping him. Just a shame you're getting dragged along
- "What is this commotion" Vil comes up to you from behind, ready to put an end to whatever was happening
- "Please, do what you must, I just want to go home and eat something" You pled
- He chuckles and so do you
- Epel, hearing that someone joined in, tries to turn around to see who it was, nevermind the disk he was currently controlling, nevermind that it slipped from his grasps, nevermind that it just flew into your direction with full force...
- Yeah you got smacked in the face and got knocked out
- Deja vu from somewhere I'm sure
- You wake up in the Pomefiore lounge with Vil applying some cool gel to your forehead
- "Ugh this skin is so dry already and now it's all purple. What a monstrous sight."
- He's attending to your bruise, being extremely delicate as to not cause you any pain
- The thing just escaps your mouth
- It is probably because the thing that got hurt is your face. If it was anything else, like the famously useless lungs, he would probably just send you home
- Jokes aside you're already feeling better and you have barely woken up
- "Thank you, Vil" you say, your eyes still closed. He doesn't respond, just sighs
- So you just lay there, enjoying your face massage from the prettiest boy in school while he's still mumbling something under his breath about the ugly bruise
- "I'm sure a kiss would heal it faster"
- Vil just stares at you for a few minutes before resuming to commenting on your face
- You think you just ruined it all, but the way he then held your face a little tighter, stumbled on his words a couple of times and the way you could definitely see a faint blush beneath the foundation...
- You should try it again sometime
- Helping Ortho around Ignihyde is not a chore it is a pleasure
- It's nice to sometimes let the hormonal teenage boys just go at each other's throats while you relax with this cute little humanoid
- So when your nice time with Ortho was over you finally turn around to talk to Idia
- Or it would be nice if not for the shadow in the corner of your eye, sneaking around and observing you from the distance
- Now the inexperienced NRC student would immediately think to ask someone for help. But you're not inexperienced
- His motives are as clear as day the moment you see a small plastic box in his hands
- "So, um... There's this super lit new game that just got released. It has an epic campaign but apparently playing it with someone else completely breaks the game open"
- Yeah he wants to play his new favourite game with you
- "I would love to, really, but I think we will have to wait a bit for that" You say and show him bandage around your arm
- You explain how you had been tasked with a mission from the headmage. You fell off a tree while trying to get Lucius down. Headmage said something about 'Not asking Ortho ever again for the sake of the gardens'. Whatever that means
- "What in the-! Are you fine? Do you need a healing potion?"
- "Oh, bummer. Though getting trolled by a cat, that sounds pretty hilarious if you ask me"
- "Yeah, I guess. But we definitely have to postpone playing the game"
- Idia simply nods, but you could see how sad he is because of those goddamn puppy eyes
- "Why does it have to be like that irl. Wish I could just find a cheatcode and just heal you back to full HP"
- "I don't think that's possible but you can kiss it better and I'm sure it will heal faster"
- Idia.exe has stopped working
- And even when he goes back to being capable of movement and speech, he is just blabbering stuff without substance and waving his hands around
- All that with him also sprouting a prominent blush on his face makes you real glad you said that
- This is one of THOSE afternoons
- And by THOSE I mean Malleus found you and is now keeping you captive to yap about gargoyles
- Not literally, of course, he's too pure to literally tie you down, but the sheer pressure of not wanting to disappoint this boy is keeping you from declining against your better judgement
- You tried to listen, you really did, but after the 10th one you kinda spaced out and just nodded along
- It's been 2 hours already, you deserve a small break. You let yourself zone out
- Imagine your own surprise when green flashes in front of your eyes and suddenly the ground beneath your feet is not there anymore
- You slip, you trip and suddenly you're having a near death experience. Again
- You can only gather together that you are on a rooftop, about to fall and it was all probably Malleus' fault
- You start writing your will in the back of your mind but are fortunately rescued by Malleus before hitting the floor
- "Is everything alright, Child of Man?"
- Your eyes do the anime thing and momentarily turn into spirals
- So he lets you sit down on some grass and lean against a tree to catch a breath
- "I deeply apologise, it was my carelessness that has caused this" If it was any other person in this academy, you may have used this as a banter opportunity
- But it's Malleus who looks dead serious and ACTUALLY apologetic about this whole ordeal. The other boys would never
- "Don't worry, it's not that bad."
- "No, I shall take full responsibility. I'll make sure that the next time I show you the gargoyles overlooking the east wing I will teleport us to a safer place"
- The fuck you mean next time
- That boy has on braincell and it's a gargoyle ffs
- That's the moment you decided: No mercy
- "I'm sure you could just kiss it better and I will be as ready as new"
- He looks at you and you look at him and he looks at you and you-
- This boy was stunned
- "I... I assure you a simple k-kiss cannot cure you"
- You don't need Lilia to tell you Malleus is more than embarrassed to be entertaining your stupid request
- He sounds so pure and cute when he stumbles over his words
- You promise yourself to mess with him more often
