Moments Where f!Yuu Experienced First, Second, and Third-Hand Embarrassment as the Only Girl at NRC
Or: the daily struggle of surviving an all-boys magic school where privacy is a myth, testosterone is a biological weapon, and at least one student says something so catastrophically stupid every single day that Yuu briefly considers letting the Overblots win.
Waking up inside a coffin is not exactly something people put on their bingo cards. Everything is dark, dead silent, and honestly, screaming your lungs out feels like the most reasonable reaction possible — even if screaming when you don’t know whether you have enough air left isn’t exactly smart.
“HEY! HEEEY!!! I WANT OUT! LET ME OUT! FOR FUCK’S SAKE LET ME OUUUUUUT!”
A couple of kicks and some desperate punches do wonders, because eventually the coffin lid crashes to the floor with a loud bang.
First problem solved: fresh air, a wide open space…
…why is everyone dressed in ceremonial robes?
“Ah…great. I got kidnapped by a cult”
To this day, Ace still reminds you of that legendary comment. At this point it’s probably engraved somewhere in the school walls forever.
And speaking of the school, how does it feel being the only woman in an academy full of men?
Well, for starters, there are no uniforms made for girls. Whether you’d want to wear a skirt or pants doesn’t even matter not that I would pick a skirt anyway, pants are way more comfortable
There are pants, sure. Vests, shirts, blazers too…
…but none of them fit the way they’re supposed to. Every single one is tailored for men. Calling it “baggy” would be generous. You look like you’re wearing a potato sack with buttons.
Being the only girl also means there are no women’s restrooms. Every one of them is for men. Which leaves you with two options: either use the faculty one, or wait until nobody’s around and pray to the Seven that no one walks in while you’re washing your hands.
And speaking of bathrooms, thank god you live in Ramshackle, because having to share showers with the other dorms?
Ah, no thanks
You can only hope there are at least a few civilized people around who understand that maybe...just maybe...you deserve five uninterrupted minutes in the shower.
And don’t even get started on those annoying days of the month.
Yeah. That week. The Red Sea has arrived.
And honestly? Grim does not help.
“Henchhuman! I smell blood! You’re hurt!!!”
Thank you for yelling that in the middle of alchemy class. Please kill me
Where do you even get pads and tampons around here? Definitely not the infirmary.
Sam ends up being the true savior of your daily life. You have to pay him pretty well to make sure he doesn’t tell his “friends from the other side,” or loudly announce it every time you walk into the shop, whether you’re alone or not.
There’s also…way too much accumulated testosterone inside classrooms. On the sports field it makes sense. But inside a classroom with barely-open windows?
Yeah, no. Hard pass.
Using the lockers after PE is a huge NO
And while we’re on the topic of the sports field: the entire student body leaving class drenched in sweat, taking off their shirts or even more right in public…
They’re hormonal teenage boys who just finished PE. Of course they’re not thinking.
Please. Give yourself ten minutes in your private changing room. Nobody needs to witness a half-naked crowd in a semi-public space.
And let’s not even talk about the time Azul took over Ramshackle and you were forced to sleep in Leona’s room.
Good thing you sleep in a separate bed, because this grumpy lion absolutely hates sharing his territory.
It’s his space, and he uses it however he wants. He lounges around however he wants. He relaxes however HE wants.
If he feels like turning the lights off early even though you still need to study, he’ll do it.
If he wants to stay awake deciphering ancient runes from some dusty book while you’re trying to sleep, he’ll do it.
And if he wants to sleep with absolutely no clothes on? He. Will. Do. It.
Waking up to the sight of Leona’s bare torso first thing in the morning might sound heavenly under normal circumstances…but not at seven in the morning when you’re trying to preserve your sanity.
Have some decency, for the love of the Seven
Azul, at least, has the vocabulary and manners expected when talking to a woman, but he’s so structured, so business-like, that it becomes…too much.
Remember the whole pads and tampons situation?
Well…I’m not saying he wants to invest in them because of supply and demand and make a ridiculous amount of money…
…but he absolutely wants to invest in them because of supply and demand and make a ridiculous amount of money off your biology.
Someone please hit him over the head with his own contract.
Also, since you’re the only girl in the school, the entire staff constantly hovers around you trying to prevent any…let’s say…consequences. Y’know. Just in case iykwim
Crowley even prepared a private lecture that lasted over half an hour about the responsibilities of a young woman surrounded by so many men.
“The ones most likely to fuck up are them, not me”
Give that speech to the men, not the one girl just trying to survive day by day.
Do they have sex ed classes at NRC? Well, now they do. Thanks to you.
The teachers try their absolute best to make them informative and professional, but some idiots don’t exactly cooperate.
So the classes end up like every other sex ed class in existence: half painfully embarrassing because of immature teenage boys, and half exhausted teachers regretting every life decision that led them there.
Meanwhile, you’re sitting there wishing you could slowly peel your own skin off after hearing Ace’s comments and his micro-sexist questions.
“So you can’t just hold your ‘Red Sea’ like when you need to pee?”
That’s another one who deserves to get smacked upside the head.
Authors note: Lately I've been trying to clear my head of these little things while I'm working on my uni assignments. Next week I'll be back with orders and new stories too.
No, I'm kidding… he just get fucked a few seconds during and after.
Riddle opened the door and when he found you changing your shirt, he stopped short, ducked his head to avoid looking further and apologized before closing the door behind him.
Your bedroom was calm again…deathly calm. Riddle was a hot kettle across your room; red, hot, and smoke coming out of his ears.
I recommend you don’t leave him alone for fear he willn’t be able to walk straight and end up tripping on the stairs.
Accompany him outside to get some air, a light walk. Maybe something sweet from the cafeteria can help relax him.
Riddle is going to spend a few long days stressed out.
Leona
It was opening and closing the door instantly, without a word.
He saw you changing your pants, exposing your underwear, and left the room.
On the outside he looked calm, on the inside he was on fire and losing control. Good thing this didn't happen to him back in Afterglow Savannah, the lionesses would have beheaded him on the spot.
He tries not to talk about what just happened as little as possible unless you want to see an irritated Leona. Better to forget what happened and get on with the day. More than anything, so that the lion's mental health doesn’t collapse.
Maybe a nap in his room or in the botanical garden will help calm the waters, who knows.
The next day all forgotten and won’t be happening again, Leona made a mental promise to himself.
Azul
He made ink. Literally. I'm not fucking around.
It was seeing you and puff, blushing from head to toe. Did you see that scene in the anime where the character's glasses break? Well, that with Azul all embarrassed.
He lost control in his transformation and nothing else changed but his legs for the eight tentacles of his. Cute.
Azul didn’t have a good time, not at all. It's going to take him days to recover and you'd better leave the twins out of this, neither of you would see the end of their provocations.
While he was completely embarrassed, now Azul was going to have a beautiful image of your body changing in his mind. Perhaps he would use it in case at some point he gets bored in class or a client is wasting his time.
Don't get me wrong, Azul isn't going to resort to lewd acts on your mental image, that's not what a gentleman does. He just wants to have you in his head no matter what you’re wearing ... or not wearing.
Kalim
I can't help but imagine Kalim entering the room like a whole ray of sunlight to stop in his tracks to see you with only a pair of pants and about to put on your shirt.
He lowered his head, covered his eyes, and slowly walked back out of your room. The poor man was completely sorry.
For the first time, Kalim was speechless and calm, though guilt was eating him up inside.
He gave you a few overpriced gifts as an apology, which you politely declined. You just sat down with him and explained that everything was fine and that there was no need for so much jewelry. Just, knock on the door next time.
Jamil was probably in the back listening to the entire conversation and making a mental note to slap Kalim on the head back in Scarabia.
Have dinner with him, both of you, so you can fix the pain of this cuteness.
Vil
This motherfucker and his audacity.
He opened the door and seeing you semi naked...he was stayed there watching. Just like that, he leaned on the threshold of the door with arms crossed, looking you up and down ... Without any lewd intention, don't be perverts
"Uhh, can I have a little privacy?"
He spun around like a diva and closed the door.
Go preparing yourself because the moment you cross that same door, you will be bombarded with ideas and criticism by our beauty queen.
Example: how to improve your posture, some shirts that can fit you better, maybe a corset? Change of underwear.
He will apologize for interrupting you in such a private moment tho.
Idia
You already know my shit, but I can't help but imagine it, Idia with red hair, but not the same shade of red, but a very powerful combustion red, with blends of burgundy and charcoal.
Hw entered your room to invite you to play of one of his games, to see you with just underwear and a half-placed shirt, and his head exploded.
He panicked and as he tried to get out he slammed his face against the door.
He curled up outside your door, he didn't have the energy to go back to his bedroom. All his strength was in not dying of shame at what had just happened.
He apologized to you without being able to look at your face, he was completely embarrassed and it was even worse for him to leave his room. The mere memory of your half naked torso made him faint.
Mistakes are often made, make him understand that ... and next time knock on the door before entering.
Perhaps he will put a small security system on your door so that this event does not happen again with him or with anyone else.
Give him a kiss for his effort, he's dying inside.
Malleus
Please lower your voice and avoid throwing a book on his face. For Malleus, the body is a completely normal thing for him, so seeing yourself ¼ naked is not unusual per say.
And speaking of the book, if you have the guts to throw it at him, he would catch it without any problem, as if it were a leaf from a tree falling in the fall.
And seriously, don’t yell at him, you scare the poor man. We know he usually shows up at any time in front of the dorm or wherever he pleases and gives us a hell of a scare, but he just wants company.
It doesn't really matter if you are clothed or completely naked, for Malleus you are still you.
But anyway he will give you the privacy you want and need, he isn’t senseless. He will wait patiently behind your door and when you’re ready he will re-enter as if nothing happened.
oh my goodness the fic with the swimsuits is so good 😭😭 would you maybe consider doing a second part and including some more characters? especially jamil and jade maybe 😔
evil laugh Let's go with the Vice Dorm Leaders, shall we?
Dorm leaders here
For context:
Trey
Our dear Trey here had volunteered to “supervise” when the pool opened. You know, make sure no one drowns, that the first-years don’t pull anything stupid, that Riddle doesn’t spontaneously combust.
YK. The usual. Trey… the calm, reliable, responsible vice dorm leader of Heartslabyul.
And when you step out of the changing room wearing your swimsuit inspired by his elegant dorm: red details, structured lines, lace just dangerous enough, Trey didn’t expect to enjoy the sight the way he absolutely is.
“Well… that’s definitely going to cause trouble” Trey stares a second longer than he probably should.
Up close, the way the sunlight hits your skin, the water clinging to the fabric just a little tighter… yeah. Our pastry chef is tense.
Too tense
And he can’t help noticing the little things: the sway of your hips as you walk, the tiny shiver when you dip into the water… the way others look at you.
He doesn’t like the looks. Not one bit. He doesn’t like that two first-years nearly ran into each other, nor the way someone did a blatant double take.
He sticks by your side the entire time, occasionally glancing around, still playing the part of making sure no one drowns or gets hurt.
But he can’t help watching your soaked body as you start swimming, taking the opportunity to rest his hand on your lower back to “help” you float.
“If you’re going to look that good, at least let me pretend I’m the only one who gets the full view”
Trey keeps enjoying the day, keeps supervising, keeps looking out for you and swimming at your side. But everyone can see he’s claimed the spot next to you, his hand resting on your waist beneath the water, pulling you in close.
And he has no intention of moving.
Ruggie
Ruggie was having the time of his life: cool pool, free snacks, chaos everywhere; splashing people just because he could and wanted to, swiping towels to mess with his dormmates, occasionally snatching a first-year’s juice when they weren’t looking.
But when you step out of the changing room in that Savannaclaw-inspired swimsuit, radiating confidence and walking like the world bows at your feet…
Ruggie decides he hates everyone. Not you, obviously — that divinity has him completely wrapped around your finger. He hates every single damn classmate staring as you walk toward the water, having wildly impure thoughts about his goddess of a girlfriend.
“Oi. What’re you gawkin’ at?!”
You’re mid-step into the water when he grabs the hem of his shirt and yanks it off in one swift motion. Before you can react, he pulls it down over your head.
“What?” He grins, sharp and smug. “You’re distractin’ the whole place”
Once you’re in the water, Ruggie stops messing with everyone else, stops splashing passersby… and starts splashing you instead.
And he might’ve just realized that giving you his shirt to “cover up” while you swim… yeah. A soaked shirt leaves very little to the imagination.
Ruggie doesn’t know which is worse: the image of your body beautifully wrapped in that stunning but absolutely dangerous excuse of a swimsuit… or the shirt plastered against you, outlining every curve.
Every time someone stares too long, Ruggie bares his fangs and might even use “Laugh with Me” to send them scattering.
Those two images are for him only, reserved for the privacy of his room, where he can watch Savannaclaw’s colors glow against your skin.
Maybe he’ll start charging for sneak peeks… not before sampling the merchandise himself, though.
Jade
If anyone looked completely in his element, it was Jade. He was savoring the water with an elegance that bordered on suspicious. Some even wondered if he’d shift into his merfolk form just to enjoy it more.
And if Jade turned into an eel, it would be over for everyone else in that pool.
Lucky for them (or maybe not), Jade’s attention was entirely taken up by you the moment you stepped out wearing that Octavinelle-inspired swimsuit: pearls, seashells, delicate scales decorating your legs.
Predator mode activated
His eyes trail over you without shame, just with a slow, calculated thoroughness that sends a small shiver down your spine under the weight of his gaze.
Blame the water before the eel gets even more cynical.
“What an interesting choice… it highlights exactly what it should”
If Jade had been enjoying the pool and summer heat like a second habitat before… now he had the missing piece.
His prey His beautiful company on this sweltering day.
Jade doesn’t bother coming up with excuses to stay at your side, nor does he need to bare his teeth to drive off wandering eyes. One glance over your shoulder at the flock of vultures is more than enough.
The image of you swimming freely, drifting back and forth, hair wet (and body too, obviously), so at ease within his “mini territory”…
What Jade wouldn’t give to have his siren in Octavinelle, singing just for him.
Jamil
Jamil wasn’t particularly excited about the pool. He’s used to the heat; he can handle it. Besides, there’s too much noise, too many people, too much chaos.
And then you walk toward the water in that swimsuit blending deep reds, black, and gold jewelry accents that gleam under the sun…
Yeah. Jamil is seconds away from losing his composure.
Internally, of course. Externally, his posture barely shifts. Just a subtle tightening of his shoulders and a slow, steady inhale.
He slips off his sleeveless hoodie and pulls it down over your head. It’s far too big, hanging just low enough to brush the tops of your thighs.
“I don’t like people looking at what isn’t theirs”
Jamil might not step into the pool right away, but he stays seated at the edge, feet in the water, watching as you float, sunlight skimming over your exposed skin and turning every droplet into liquid gold.
You can enjoy the day however you want. Swim. Lounge in the sun. Do whatever you please.
Jamil will remain off to the side, keeping an eye on things, making sure no one gets too close.
If anyone even dares to speak to you, even to ask about your swimsuit, he appears behind you, arm sliding around your waist. “I picked it out. Got a problem?”
Possessive much?
Is he lying? Yes. Does he care? Not in the slightest. Do the others know? No — and that’s exactly how Jamil prefers it.
The rest of the day, he doesn’t let you drift more than five steps away. Wherever you go, he’s right there beside you.
He’s not about to let his diamond slip through his fingers.
Rook
Rook, of course, had already turned the pool opening into his own artistic spectacle. Hat shielding him from the sun, robe slightly parted to reveal his swimsuit, fan in hand to keep from perspiring too much. We wouldn’t want Vil scolding him for ruining his makeup or neglecting proper sun precautions, now would we?
But when you step out of the changing room, Rook freezes for exactly one second. A hunter cannot remain stunned for long — or he loses sight of his prey.
He presses a hand to his chest, dramatically overwhelmed at the sight of you in that Pomefiore-inspired swimsuit: delicate cut, sheer details, lace, your curves laid out for his appreciation.
“C'est Magnifique! the dichotomy of the bare skin both cover and not”
You know that when Rook sees something beautiful, a true masterpiece, he proclaims it to the world.
And you? You are his newly unveiled work of art. He is thriving.
His eyes trace you with artistic devotion… but beneath that aesthetic admiration lies something deeper, more carnal.
“It would be a crime to let something so sublime walk beneath this sun without proper protection.”
When you slip into the water to cool off, Rook follows, moving with effortless grace at your side, drifting close enough to adjust a strap that had slipped a single inch. A very important inch.
His fingers linger a second longer than strictly necessary.
If he notices someone edging too close...and by too close he means within five yards, or even staring a little too long, Rook simply offers them a smile.
A smile that promises a hunt relentless enough to drive them mad.
That day, beneath the blazing sun, surrounded by water, your body drenched and your curves on display, you were his favorite exhibit.
And he intended to admire it up close. Very up close.
Lilia
As expected, Lilia was thoroughly enjoying the chaos. Students trying not to run, and absolutely failing, adrenaline everywhere, boys worked up over a single day the school allowed them near water.
The heat, the tension hanging in the air… ah, what a time to be young. Front-row entertainment.
And of course, he had the best seat in the house when you stepped out of the changing room and sunlight wrapped itself around your body.
Lilia may have centuries tucked up his sleeve, but he’s still weak when it comes to the ones he loves. And you… oh sweetheart, he doesn’t just love you.
If he could, he’d devour you on the spot.
Just seeing you in that Diasomnia-inspired swimsuit: electric greens, wing-like accents, straps far too thin to be considered decent .
That razor-sharp grin stretching across his face? Never a good sign.
“Oh~ my favorite snack just walked out.”
His red eyes roam shamelessly as you approach, lingering on the details at your chest and the delicate straps at your hips… thin enough that one careless tug of his fingers could land you both in very compromising territory.
But when he sees how many heads turn at once to stare at you…
Ah. No. Absolutely not.
“Trying to start a territorial war without warning me, hm?” He spins you playfully before draping his own towel over your shoulders.
For the rest of the day, he floats near you, sometimes splashing around, sometimes challenging you to races. The occasional cannonball on his part.
Lilia is having far too much fun, and having you to himself, soaked, skin on display…
It makes him impatient for the day to end… so he can soak you in other ways entirely.
Twisted wondeland characters reacting to these? Pls? 🙏🥺🫶💕
There’s also the first version of Inghygde (is that how you write it? Im probably wrong), but you dont have to do it if u dont want to <3
Okay. I know this is lingerie, and maybe it wasn't the reaction you wanted, I can do it again if that's what you want… but my mind immediately went to this idea when I saw the pictures.
Vice Dorm leader here
Ok? oki doki, I hope you'll have a beatiful day.
Summer had officially arrived at Night Raven College, bringing with it an almost unbearable heatwave. The school's grand, glittering pool, usually reserved for swimming classes and the occasional “special event” was finally open for student use, and the excitement among the boys was palpable. After weeks of lectures, essays, and magical mishaps, the prospect of cooling off under the sun felt like a reward hard-earned.
There was, however, one small complication: you were the only girl at a school full of eccentric, competitive, and sometimes overly dramatic boys. And, of course, nothing at Night Raven was ever simple, not even buying a swimsuit.
The school didn’t provide swimwear for girls (obviously), so you had to find something on your own. After a bit of searching, and a lot of internal groaning...you ended up at S’s Mystery Shop, which claimed to have “everything you could ever need... and things you didn’t even know you wanted.” Sam, always one for dramatic flair, pulled out a collection of swimsuits that matched the dorms’ unique styles. You weren’t sure if he was messing with you or if this was some bizarre, otherworldly merchandise exclusive to twisted magical schools.
You picked one, equal parts cute and scandalously bold, and prepared to face the pool… and the reactions of your dorm leader.
Riddle
Good thing the pool finally opened, because the heat was starting to get unbearable, even for Riddle.
Wearing the school-issued swimsuit and a light open shirt, he stepped into the water, deep enough to relax, but not enough to lose his composure.
The cold water was perfect against his sun-warmed skin… until it wasn’t.
The moment he saw you walking confidently toward the pool, his face turned even redder than his hair...if that was even possible, at least three shades darker.
The swimsuit hugged your skin and body perfectly, as if it had been made just for you… and that alone made his mind short-circuit.
“You look… incredible.”
Respect first, always. But inside his head, a thousand improper thoughts clashed and tangled, no matter how hard he tried to suppress them, they kept surfacing.
All the time you spent in the water, swimming, doing slow strokes, or simply floating. Riddle struggled to maintain his composure.
It was hard. Very hard.
Every now and then, his eyes wandered back to you, watching how the colors of his dorm’s uniform accentuated your skin tone, how every detail soaked and clung even closer to your body.
Keep it together. Keep it together. Keep it together
Anyone passing by Riddle could feel that the water around him was warmer than it should’ve been.
That day at the pool didn’t help cool down the summer heat at all… it only opened the door to another kind of heat, one he planned to take care of later that night, when he finally had you in his arms.
Leona
Darling… I hope you’re ready to have a lion as your personal bodyguard all day, 'cause Leona isn’t going to let ANYONE get near you; hell, he won’t even let them look at you.
It’s one thing for him to wander around his dorm shirtless, or to have you half-naked in the comfort of his room, that exquisite view reserved for his eyes only.
But seeing you in that pathetic excuse for a swimsuit, in the water, with half the school devouring you with their eyes?
Nope… absolutely not.
The second you stepped out of the changing room, Leona was already pulling his dorm shirt over your head and guiding you toward a bench, away from the vultures’ gaze.
“You trying to make me jealous, or you just want to start something in front of everyone?”
Beneath that mask of possessiveness and protectiveness, Leona was still devouring you with his eyes, counting the hours until he could make you his again in the privacy of his room.
It took A LOT to convince him to let you into the water, but after a few kisses and some persuasive words, Leona finally gave in.
He joined you in the pool, wrapping an arm around you, sometimes playing with your bikini strap, snapping it lightly against your shoulder.
Watching the water cling to your body, the droplets sliding down your sun-warmed skin and disappearing between the valley of your breasts… Leona was about to lose it.
The swimsuit was gorgeous, he won’t deny that. Deep down, he’d love for you to model it again, but only for him, behind closed doors.
The colors of Savanaclaw look far too good on you.
Azul
The water is his natural element, which is why this day was more than relaxing for him, and being able to share it with his beloved was bound to be deeply satisfying.
But… yikes. For someone used to seeing all kinds of half-naked bodies under the sea, all sorts of creatures surrounded by shimmering currents… he absolutely did not expect to see you wearing that.
The seashell-shaped top, the subtle scale-like patterns over your legs and arms… yeah, we lost Azul.
Someone call Floyd and Jade...emergency situation, octopus down.
Azul adjusted his glasses, mostly to keep his hands busy, because otherwise he wasn’t sure what they might do.
When you swam closer to him, the poor guy nearly turned to ink.
He was completely red, honestly, he could give Riddle a run for his money.
“That looks… exquisite.”
For a moment, he just gawked. The elegance and ethereal shimmer of your swimsuit highlighted every one of your charms, making you look like a mermaid about to steal his heart.
He tried to keep up his confident businessman façade, but it was painfully obvious he was devouring you with his eyes, the glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, a blush creeping high across his cheeks.
He couldn’t stop imagining you dancing among bubbles and pearls, like something out of the dreams he used to have about the Lounge.
Every time you moved in the water, the fabric clinging to your skin, sunlight tracing every curve, Azul thought he might need an ice bucket; or maybe the entire pool filled with ice.
He offered, more than once, for you to sit beside him at the pool’s edge, always using the excuse to tuck your damp hair gently behind your ear.
All day long, Azul battled between temptation and composure. That swimsuit was a double-edged sword: it showcased your beauty… and his utter weakness for you.
The image of you in that swimsuit was going to haunt him long after summer was over.
Kalim
Ever since the pool opened, Kalim hadn’t missed a single chance to invite you, nor to organize a “small” pool party for the entire dorm!
He was the first to arrive, splashing everyone around, wearing a red and gold swimsuit with exotic patterns, a light open tunic, and huge sunglasses.
But the moment you stepped out of the changing room wearing the Scarabia swimsuit, those golden and earthy tones, the dangling charms, the coin details, and the way the tied knots highlighted your figure, Kalim nearly forgot how to float.
He just stared at you, eyes sparkling, a huge grin lighting up his face, completely mesmerized.
This time, though, it wasn’t just innocent admiration; for a heartbeat, his pupils dilated, and that grin turned undeniably mischievous.
“You… you look so beautiful!! I mean, you always do, but… wow. I think you just made it hotter out here!”
He tried to play it off, spinning you around by the hand and laughing, but the slight tremor in his voice gave him away. He couldn’t stop looking at you, the color of your swimsuit made you look like a desert goddess bathed in sunlight.
Every time you came near, his gaze lingered, soft, but hungry in the most genuine way, the kind of yearning reserved only for someone deeply adored.
He made sure you were comfortable, offering cold drinks, fresh fruit, and all the fun in the world, ready to grant your every whim that day.
The stares from others didn’t go unnoticed; Kalim grew just a bit more possessive, slipping an arm around your waist in the water, his fingers occasionally toying with the edge of your swimsuit, brushing your wet skin without even realizing it.
Amid all the laughter and splashing, there were quiet moments when Kalim got lost, watching you with that mix of innocence and restrained desire, lips parted, throat tight, leaning in just a little closer as if the whole world had vanished.
He dared to whisper, just for you: “If we were alone right now… I think I’d have a hard time keeping my hands off you.”
For the first time, you truly felt the heat of Scarabia in full force.
Kalim, vulnerable and burning with longing, heart pounding wildly, waiting for the night to fall so he could have you all to himself.
Vil
The pool event was inevitable; but Vil, of course, turned it into an impromptu runway: violet sunglasses, a light silk robe draped over the perfect swimsuit, flawless skin gleaming under the sunlight, as if he were shooting a commercial.
When you stepped out of the locker room wearing the Pomefiore swimsuit: an elegant cut, subtle purple accents, sheer details, and that ethereal aura that seemed made for you, Vil went utterly silent for a full second.
His eyes trailed over you from head to toe, admiring the way the fabric fell, how it fit against your skin, the delicate shimmer that made you look almost unreal.
You caught the faint twitch of his lower lip, the way his fingers tightened slightly around the glass of whatever drink he was holding.
“You do realize,” he said softly, voice low and meant for your ears alone, “that you look… dangerously exquisite, right?”
Outwardly, he kept his composure, poised, regal, every inch the perfect model.
But up close, his gaze told another story: intense, deep, tracing you as if trying to memorize every inch of skin glowing under the sun.
In the water, swimming beside you, Vil couldn’t help brushing his fingers lightly against you whenever you passed too close, admiring how the swimsuit seemed designed to highlight everything that drove him wild about you.
During breaks, he shared his towel with you, and if he saw you shiver from the breeze, he’d wrap his arms around you, using the excuse of protecting your flawless skin from the cold, when in truth he just wanted you closer.
Every so often, he’d lean in to whisper, “Darling, if you keep looking at me like that, I might have to teach you the true meaning of heatstroke…”
For all the elegance and glamour, there was something undeniably carnal in the way he looked at you that day. Vil was fire beneath ice, and you were the spark threatening to melt him.
Idia
Idia had planned to spend the afternoon in his dorm, gaming in peace, but Ortho literally dragged him to the pool with the promise that the Wi-Fi was faster outside and fewer people were connected.
He dressed simply, in pure Idia fashion: dark blue shorts, an old T-shirt from his favorite anime, and of course, headphones hanging around his neck, his emotional support armor.
He stayed near the shadows, sitting on a distant bench, trying to blend into the background…
Until he saw you step out of the locker room wearing that swimsuit straight out of the underworld.
The electric blue, the “tech” detailing, and the way the cut hugged your figure made the flames of his hair flicker from pale blue to a shy orange in an instant.
Wh-?! That’s… illegal! Illegal levels of beauty detected!
Idia completely froze, eyes wide, torn between hiding further or staring longer.
He tried to disguise his blush by sinking lower into the shades, but every time you lifted your head or smiled in his direction, his hair sparked brighter and pinker and his face burned hotter.
Internally, he was spiraling.
This can’t be real… she can’t be this close… should I say something? Is she looking at me? Am I floating or unconscious?!
Ortho, being Ortho, gave him a helpful shove, sending him right next to you. Idia barely managed a stuttering, “You look… um… really… wow… like a cyber siren or something…!”
Every time you moved through the water, Idia tried to look away, but he never lasted more than five seconds before sneaking another glance.
He offered you his towel, mumbling that “it probably dries better. It’s Ignihyde tech,” but really, it was just an excuse to be near you, to see you smile at him.
Inside his head, the loop was endless: Best. Pool. Day. Ever. Too much. System overheating. Need to reboot…
Malleus
For Malleus, the pool was almost a fascination: water contained and gleaming, surrounded by laughter and human magic, so unlike the gothic stillness of Briar Valley.
He rarely joined social activities, but that day, intrigued by this “summer ritual” of humans, and more importantly, by your excitement; he decided to take part, allowing himself to be led by your invitation.
He didn’t quite understand swimsuit conventions, so he asked beforehand if he should bring his cloak.
“No, Malleus. Please don’t bring the cloak.”
When he saw you emerge wearing the Diasomnia-inspired swimsuit; deep black, streaked with electric green, with cutouts that hinted at scales and wings, Malleus watched you, though not with the mundane awe of the others.
His eyes, usually calm and ancient, lingered on the edges of the swimsuit, on how the fabric suggested wings and scales, on the way the sunlight caressed the curve of your neck, the strength of your legs, the elegance of your silhouette.
For a moment, he forgot his surroundings entirely: the noise of others faded to a distant hum, and there was only the contrast of black and green against your skin.
You approached, and Malleus inclined his head slightly, as if greeting an equal.
“Such a garment… it suits you. There is power in it. You look as if you could command storms, or perhaps, hearts.”
He asked whether humans commonly wore such revealing garments for swimming, though from his tone it was clear that he not only approved, but found it utterly captivating.
Rather than joining the others, Malleus invited you to sit with him, to watch how the light played on the water’s surface, to speak of the differences between human and fae summer rites, to conjure tiny water dragons to amuse you.
He marveled beside you when sunlight struck the pool just right, making the edges of your swimsuit shimmer like real scales.
It wasn’t a day of games or competition; with Malleus, it was something closer to a shared spell: exchanged glances, soft laughter, ancient words folded into the rhythm of the mundane.
When the afternoon breeze lifted your hair, he smiled faintly, fangs catching the light, and tucked a strand behind your ear.
He didn’t proclaim it aloud, but the truth burned in his gaze and the faint curve of his lips: the fire of Malleus Draconia was yours; and that swimsuit would remain etched in his memory for a very, very long time.
My gift to all of you is the continuation of this post.
This part is noticeably more romantic on purpose. The previous one leaned more toward something platonic and friendly, but this time… I’m letting it go where I want it to go.
I highly recommend listening to this while reading—for obvious reasons.
Hope you enjoy, Happy Holidays you lovely people!!
The two weeks of winter recess end up being exactly the two weeks you stay in Afterglow Savanna.
Winter, however, is more of a technicality. Even during this season, the climate isn’t particularly forgiving: dry, warm, relentless. So if you’re not from the southern hemisphere, where the holidays fall in summer… well. Good luck.
During those afternoons when the sun is still merciless and shade is the only thing that makes the savanna bearable, you decide to tell Leona about the holidays back in your world. About traditions, and about Christmas.
Leona pretends not to listen, but you catch the subtle flick of his ears every time your voice shifts, when you get animated, or when nostalgia creeps in despite your best efforts.
“Christmas, you say?”
“Yes. It’s a time of waiting, of expectation, family warmth, and lots of gifts and food… especially food.”
Leona only hums in response as he settles deeper into the shade of a tree, in that garden that has quietly turned into a sanctuary for the two of you.
Food and gifts, huh?
The days of your visit in his homeland fall into a calm, welcoming rhythm.
Leona takes you through the long, open corridors of the palace, the echo of footsteps carrying over warm, solid stone, always lingering near the tall columns that offer much-needed shade.
He walks with you through the streets of Sunrise City as well, letting you lose yourself among markets overflowing with color and noise, spices and fruit.
He gives you complete freedom to wander, to look, to choose whatever catches your eye.
That said—anything you stare at for more than a second becomes yours. Leona buys it without comment, without even glancing at the price.
You want to try baobab candies, the ones he once mentioned were his favorite as a child? Suddenly you’re holding a bag generously filled.
A chal made of impossibly soft, cool fabric catches your attention? Pick the color you like most.
At one point, you stop in front of a necklace: a baby lion pendant, delicate and endearingly detailed, resting perfectly against your neck and chest. The green stone set into it looks suspiciously close to an emerald—and just one glance tells you it’s worth a fortune.
To Leona, though, it’s pocket change.
He’s never paid much mind to money—he is a prince, after all.
He spends what he wants on who he wants however he wants.
On the morning of the 25th, still half-asleep as you step out of the guest chambers so kindly given to you, heart tight with quiet melancholy, you open the door to find Leona already waiting.
Far too early—even for him.
He hands you a small box, wrapped neatly with a golden ribbon.
“Merry Christmas,” he says, then adds, a bit awkwardly, “or however you say it in your world.”
Inside is the lion necklace you couldn’t stop looking at in the market.
Stunned doesn’t even begin to cover it
Leona doesn’t take you to breakfast with the rest of the palace. No—he leads you straight to the kitchens, which are… suspiciously busy. Turns out the lion in question woke up at dawn to order or force, depending on how you look at it the cooks to prepare a small banquet just for the two of you, with dishes that resemble the food from your world.
If an ingredient is missing, they improvise until the result is good enough.
Half of the feast is eaten right there in the kitchens. The other half, you and Leona carry back to your garden-sanctuary.
From time to time, Leona allows Cheka to join you when it’s just the two of you, far from the royal family and the court. The kid is pure energy—bright, endlessly curious—and his presence keeps your thoughts from spiraling back to dates, distances, and people you miss.
Kifaji appears now and then as well. Sometimes to speak with Leona like an old tutor, other times to remind him of the celebration coming up in a few days.
The chief chamberlain watches with calm, knowing eyes, recognizing from afar how the small lion he once taught is slowly shedding the armor his kingdom forced upon him for being only the second prince.
Kifaji approves
The celebration itself isn’t quite like Christmas or New Year’s as you know them.
New Year’s Eve in Afterglow Savanna is a collective affair: beastmen and humans alike gathering as equals to honor the end of one cycle and the beginning of a new dawn.
Floating lanterns rise into the night sky, glowing as brightly as the stars. Music spills through the streets—ceremonial, native instruments calling people together, rhythms and voices weaving into one another.
Children run past with harmless little fireworks or lanterns of their own. A theatrical performance unfolds along one avenue; a musical duet plays just a few blocks from the fabric market.
After days of adapting to customs and traditions, waiting for this celebration to truly feel part of something new, you choose to wear traditional Savannan clothing.
Thanks Leona’s sister-in-law quietly
Light, elegant fabrics, vivid colors. You look like another link in the great Circle of Life.
When Leona sees you like that—fully part of his land—his chest tightens in a way he’ll never admit out loud.
Can you feel the love tonight?
All his life, he’s seen princes and princesses. None of them compare to the sight in front of him now.
He no longer sees a guest he invited on a whim to avoid his brother. No longer sees the herbivore he brought home so neither of you would be alone during winter break.
He sees someone capable of standing beside him with a crown—someone who understands what it means to belong, even when the heart is still wounded, still bleeding from scars that may take years to heal.
In the crowded streets, titles forgotten, just two children of the savanna among many, the lanterns rise higher and higher.
Midnight arrives, the music softens, turning gentle and warm.
It’s enough to make kings and vagabonds, believe the very best.
Leona doesn’t put on a show, he lets the moment speak for itself.
He lets the crowd watch the lanterns. He lets you watch them drift into the sky, their glow lighting your face softly.
He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear while you’re distracted by a bird flying close overhead.
And only when you turn to look into his emerald eyes does he lean in and kiss you as the year changes, the celebration erupting all around you.
Imagine Leona complaining about seeing or being around his brother for a holiday. Yuu totally then decides to bring up their sibling they literally can't see. Suddenly Leona insists he'll drag them home to prove how irritating his brother is. Its totally not about making them feel better. Also he finds their reaction to being a royal guest funny.
Gotcha honey!! Second part here
Everyone knows Leona can’t stand being around his brother Falena, nor does he get along all that well with his nephew. Maybe the only person he truly respects is his brother’s wife, but that’s another topic entirely.
With the holidays approaching, that irritation becomes more and more obvious, to the point where no student—not even Ruggie—wants to get anywhere near him.
You, however, aren’t particularly worried about the lion’s state of mind… except for the fact that annoying you every morning by ranting about how insufferable Falena is has become his new routine.
“I swear, if I have to listen to him talk one more time about how a prince is supposed to behave, I’m turning the throne room into sand”
“At least you have a family to go back to for the holidays”
That shut him up instantly.
Anyone paying attention would notice the subtle shift in Leona’s posture. Straighter back, ears slightly pinned down, tail looking a little deflated.
The next morning, Leona is just as unbearably irritable… but now he has an idea he spent all night brewing. And when Leona gets an idea stuck in his head, it rarely ends well for the other party.
So when he shows up in your classroom with that “it annoys me to be this superior, but I tolerate it so you’ll tolerate me” energy… you know something is about to happen.
“Pack something decent.”
Eh?
“…where are we going?”
“You’re coming with me for the holidays. And no, it’s not optional.”
A pause.
A looooooong pause.
You stare at him, incredulous, like he just grew a second tail.
“I’m not accepting no for an answer, nor lectures. I want you to see firsthand how unbearable Falena can get.”
Ah. There it is. That starts to make more sense.
Let’s be honest, his little excuse of “my brother annoys me and I want him to annoy you too” wouldn’t fool anyone.
But hey—ten points for effort.
Zero for the terrible lie.
Because… you notice the way his body reacts when you agree to go with him. You notice how Leona carefully avoids using the word family.
You also notice the shine in his eyes at the thought that you won’t be alone for the holidays.
Now… the fact that, upon arriving in Afterglow Savanna, every castle employee treats you like the special guest of the second prince…
That’s where things take a whole new flavor.
Because that’s exactly what you are: the royal guest of the second prince.
And oh boy, that is not easy to digest.
Leona could not care less (well… not entirely). What he really wants is to watch your reactions while you panic internally.
“Do I need to bow?”
Pffft.
Leona can’t help but smile mischievously. He knows everyone—servants, advisors, even his own family—is going to orbit around the two of you like planets around the sun, all because of one small, tiny, a itty bitty, enormous fact:
Leona Kingscholar, second prince of Afterglow Savanna, brought a guest for the holidays.
And without announcing it before hand… good for you.
Now brace yourself for every servant trying to bring you water so you won’t suffer in the savanna heat.
Brace yourself for the royal advisors staring at you from afar with the clinical curiosity of someone examining a strange specimen.
And brace yourself for a minister whose welcome speech was more awkward than anything Crowley ever taught.
Leona is trying to hold back his laughter. Keyword: trying.
Because every awkward gesture you make, every confused glance, every unnecessary bow— fuels his amusement more than watching the rival team lose at Magift.
But here’s the thing: your presence in the royal palace is a delightful counterweight. Yes, Falena irritates him; yes, the palace brings out some of his worst moods and memories.
But you are a pleasant summer breeze.
And when your expression darkens just a little, only a little, remembering the dates, remembering your family back in your world, Leona puts his plan into action.
He doesn’t let the servants drag you on a tour. No. Leona takes you to a garden, far from all the eyes in the palace.
A perfect place to shelter two souls who feel lonely, but seek each other’s company during this season.
“I didn’t invite you out of obligation, so wipe that look off your face and enjoy the shade and the peace.”
Oh, the poor girl from another world. Magicless, helpless, constantly dragged into battles against Overblots that should have erased you on sight.
No one warned them that her feminine energy is… quite literally otherworldly. Turns out, every monster is punchable if you try hard enough.
Riddle
Dark clouds, the ground split open in several parts of the rose garden; the Unbirthday Party that Riddle so proudly proclaims with all its rigid, structural rules is an absolute disaster.
Trey is trying to reason with a completely deranged Riddle, who is swinging spears left and right; Ace and Deuce are only creating more chaos to distract him, too. Cater, on the other hand...
“Okay, okay, stay under the table and don’t move, alright, cutie?”
He leaves you under a table that has somehow magically remained intact, with its spotless white tablecloth still draped over it… as if you’re a tiny puppy. A wet, lost, terrified little puppy.
Oh hell nah
There is no poor, helpless, defenseless human girl without magic here. Well… without magic, yes. But defenseless? Never.
You scan the wreckage with your blood boiling.
Feral survival mode: activated
Aside from the table they so badly want you to hide under, everything is destroyed; the teacups are shattered; the elegant chairs are broken into multiple pieces, and several of them have splinters sharp enough to look useful.
One splintered piece of a backrest has a very suspiciously bat-like shape.
Perfect!
And while Riddle keeps going with his monologue, “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” here, and “I AM THE RULES!” there, you slip away like a sneaky little rat until you end up right behind him.
Crack
Solid wood connects with his skull… and he collapses like a puppet with its strings cut, completely graceless, all thanks to your immaculate strike with that improvised bat.
The Overblot ink dissolves, the monster disappears, and Riddle is left unconscious on the ground.
“…I didn’t kill him, right?”
Well… let’s hope not, sweetheart.
He’ll probably wake up with a lump the size of an egg and no memory whatsoever… though you absolutely are going to remind him of everything he made you suffer through these past few days. And if he tries it again...
That’s a paddling
Leona
Savanaclaw has become a death trap, sand flying everywhere, making it impossible to see and even harder to breathe.
It has turned even drier, even more suffocating, and with the monster at Leona’s back striking and roaring, everything trembles and breaks every millisecond.
Round two, sweetheart
Stopping your breathing seems like the most sensible option for now, considering you’re walking toward an Overblot with a lion-like monster behind him, whose ink creates hyenas and whose magic could turn you into golden dust.
The female survival instinct does not actually contain much survival, honestly.
Plenty of adrenaline, yes. Plenty of anger, too… but you’re not going for his back. You’re approaching from the side, in plain sight.
If plain sight can even count while Leona is unleashing a full sandstorm.
Well… oxygen is temporary.
“Pathetic. A tiny magicless herbivore, standing in my way…”
If there’s one thing you’ve learned from watching so many shows and movies, it’s that you never let the villain finish their monologue nor their transformation.
In this case, his monologue.
Between laughter and degrading comments… direct hit to the nose.
Maybe you break his cartilage, maybe you make him bleed, maybe you leave a bruise...maybe his nose ends up slightly crooked.
And maybe a couple of your knuckles break from the impact, too.
“I want ice, NOW!” you snap, shaking your hand like a maraca while completely ignoring the way Leona falls backward.
The ice arrives, the student clearly thinking it’s for his housewarden, but you snatch the frozen bag away and press it to your knuckles, abandoning the great lion on the floor.
The mighty king of the savanna… sprawled out on the sand.
Ruggie is on the ground beside him, lifting his head so the blood doesn’t make him choke, but he can’t stop laughing. He is not going to let him live this down from now on.
Leona probably won’t apologize when he wakes up… but he does put you on the same level of respect as the lionesses of Sunset Savanna.
Better to be safe and keep his distance than risk getting his nose broken again.
Azul
You should have seen it coming...
An octopus mage losing his composure, hysterical, with eight slippery tentacles moving everywhere…The perfect hentai scenario, and you don't want to be the tragic heroine of that genre.
But there you are, grabbed around the waist by one of those tentacles and lifted who knows how much off the ground.
In Azul’s twisted mind, you are not a threat. Just a simple, helpless land-dwelling human. A perfect little thing for his collection.
Well… he can tell that to your teeth.
The slimy, salty, suction-cupped appendage gets caught between your two rows of teeth, your canines sinking deeper than the rest of your pearly whites.
It’s like he’s being bitten by a mangy dog.
It is a wild, vicious bite, your head jerking as you try to tear even more of that awful rubbery texture apart.
Don’t even get me started on the coating of slime and squid ink. Gross, gross, disgusting. Blegh
And with a high-pitched shriek, Azul releases the tentacle, flailing it through the air. It writhes and curls into itself, trying to seek comfort in its owner’s hands.
The fall to the floor is not glorious, but at least you don’t break anything. What you do need to do is spit out whatever you managed to tear from that tentacle… and brush your teeth a thousand times to get that taste out of your mouth.
Rotten sushi
Floyd is smacking the floor with his hand, completely falling apart with laughter. Jade is already plotting the coming days and exactly how he is not going to let a single second pass without bothering his boss about this.
Meanwhile… Azul is still holding the tentacle in his hands, staring at it with tears in his eyes, soothing the wound with his palm.
You can hear sobs when he turns his back, choosing to cry with the last scrap of dignity he has left where no one can see his face.
For a loooong while, they stop serving takoyaki or anything with octopus at Mostro. The mere idea of seeing you eat seafood makes his skin crawl.
He still has teeth marks… a perfect souvenir
Jamil
Jamil’s Overblot, that serpentine figure like a naga, dark and dripping with ink and years of suppressed resentment. His snakes writhe from side to side, like Medusa, and his eyes are filled with cold, calculated fury.
He could easily pass as a mythological creature from Ancient Greece.
If not for the massive ego and more specifically targeted resentment… but hey, villains never really go after the people they should.
That is what makes you angriest.
Not the fact that Kalim is crying while dodging attack after attack, or the fact that Grim is clawing at one of Jamil’s snakes with his little paws.
No, it’s the fact that this boy is being a complete dumbass, blinded by his pent-up rage, incapable of recognizing his own weak points.
A couple of snakes spot you as an easy target, because obviously the only woman in the whole dorm has to be the party’s weakness.
Intention: unknown. You don’t want to find out, either.
With some effort, you grab them with your bare hands, each head in each fist, and pull, as if you’re yanking on a rope with treasure at the other end.
In this case, you are dragging Jamil directly toward you.
He stumbles, thrown off-balance, completely shocked by your brute strength and by the fact that you somehow managed to capture two of his snakes.
That surprise is what costs him when your knee slams into the area beneath his sternum.
Direct hit to the stomach and part of the lungs… let’s hope you don’t leave bruises on his organs.
The air bursts out of his mouth, and he folds in half, curling pathetically in on himself and wheezing with thin strands of saliva clinging to his lips.
You are not in the mood to watch him vomit all over Scarabia’s beautiful marble… but you do hear his tiny groans and sobs.
A kick to the balls probably would have hurt less.
“Ironic that you’re more scared of insects than snakes”
He’s already on the floor, don’t humiliate him further
The best apology Jamil can think of is leaving you cups of coffee. Good coffee, coffee from Silk City, not the burnt sludge from the cafeteria or Ramshackle. A cup always waits for you before class and after a veeeeeery long day.
And every time, he leaves it near you, but that doesn't mean he stays close. He steps back a few paces, covering his stomach…just in case.
Vil
The stage is in ruins, the screens shattered… the perfect setting for the most beautiful man in the world, Vil Schoenheit, to look this ruined.
Ruined… but beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. Golden radiance and black rot, perfection and poison; the combination of gold, violet, and black suits him like it was made for him.
Rook is trying to reason with him, leaving the poetry for another moment… which means everything is truly going to hell.
Epel and the others are trying not to breathe in too much of the poison slowly contaminating the air.
And there you are… a tiny little thing, defenseless, probably the most ordinary and ugly thing on the stage by Vil’s current standards.
“I WILL BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL!”
The most logical thing to do is make him uglier.
And there you go, climbing him like a monkey scaling a tree, pulling yourself up from the hems of his refined dress or robe or whatever the hell his Overblot version has put him in, while he tries to smack you away like an insect.
More than once, he scratches you with his long nails, but nothing stops your path toward his golden hair.
“GET OFF ME… YOU IRRITATING INSECT!”
Your hands grab a fistful of his strands… and pull.
Those classic hair-pulling yanks from women fighting, grabbing each other by the scalp and painfully ripping at the roots
And his scream is so high-pitched that it echoes through the entire coliseum, piercing and completely undignified. How dare someone like you, with those filthy hands, touch his immaculate hair?
His monster shrieks with him, mimicking his twists and his frantic attempts to throw you off his shoulders.
If your life weren’t currently at risk, Epel would probably take out his phone and start recording the whole thing. It’s too ironic
The great Vil, defeated because someone pulled his hair.
On the stage floor, ink, makeup, and sweat decorate the ground… and a few golden-violet strands are floating through the air.
His hair can recover with enough treatment; his ego, on the other hand, is going to take a little longer.
Idia
STYX is about to collapse if this keeps going.
The screens are falling to the floor, panels are breaking apart, and Idia’s Overblot ink is consuming everything in its path. And poor Ortho is there like a puppet of his brother’s despair.
Ortho, the gentlest humanoid you have ever known, is now a lifeless shell, mechanical and precise enough to kill.
Run, run, and hide. Run, hide, and survive; that is what your subconscious is screaming at you. Let the others deal with fighting that robotic figure Idia has become.
You focus on his little brother while you keep running.
“Please do not resist. My big brother says you are not to be hurt”
How thoughtful
“But I must immobilize you for your own safety,” he says, cannons ready.
Well, I take that back
“I’m sorry, Ortho”
“Why?” he asks, tilting his head, unable to understand why a simple, helpless human is apologizing to an android.
With one elbow strike, you hit his sensory matrix, destabilizing him, and then you slam into the left side of his chassis, right where there is a small weakness you saw Idia repair a few days ago.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry
Hurting little Ortho causes you more psychological damage than anything else, but it is absolutely necessary that he be neutralized first.
Because the moment Idia realizes his little brother is out of the game, his attention goes straight to you… and to the broken piece of chassis that fell off Ortho.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?! YOU, AN INSIGNIFICANT PERSON, WITHOUT ANYTH—”
Ready. Aim. Throw!
You launch the metal chassis piece like a frisbee. It spins and spins and spins, and it hits the target: his technologically creepy mask.
Clang.
The mask cracks in two, and Idia is thrown backward, falling hard to the floor.
“Your brother is fine… though he does need better repairs”
Ortho is going to be mad at him when they both wake up, and you are probably going to become his favorite.
Respect levels: maxed out
Malleus
Pray for your life if you want to come out of a battle against a dragon unharmed.
So many romantic medieval stories talk about majestic dragons, enormous dragons, fire-breathing dragons, and yet none of them prepared you for having one right in front of you.
Especially because his green fire is infused with magic that the fantasy stories from your world never even bothered to imagine.
Try not to shit yourself while dodging flame after flame, and the occasional piece of debris when you pass under his claws.
Even in his normal form, Malleus is huge… but as a dragon, he is completely imposing.
And once again, you find yourself praying to every god you know from your old world and this new one when you stand in front of that obsidian-colored creature.
“ARE YOU INSANE?!”
“GET BACK HERE!”
Shouts, so many shouts, and with very good reason. What sane person stands in front of a dragon that is a thousand times their size?
You, apparently
But there is that tiny little worm of hope, believing with absurd faith that Malleus would never hurt you, not even in this form.
His great head lowers until it is only a hand’s distance away from you, those enormous green eyes staring directly at you, his hot breath surrounding you completely… your heart on the verge of bursting while you pray he does not open his mouth and swallow you whole.
“Hi, Tsunotaro”
His snout opens and closes, smelling you, recognizing you as his friend from late-night walks.
He recognizes you
“Please… don’t take this personally”
You punch him right on the tip of the snout.
That impact… pure and incomprehensible audacity.
HOW DOES IT EVEN OCCUR TO YOU TO PUNCH A DRAGON? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH STRENGTH YOU WOULD NEED FOR THAT TO ACTUALLY HURT HIM?!
Well… it doesn’t hurt him, exactly, but it absolutely makes him stumble from the shock.
The finishing blow is delivered by the others, and the battle ends, making Malleus return to his original form while you stand there with a hand completely reddened from the punch.
Malleus, heir to Briar Valley, will remember this day. He will remember the tiny magicless human with enough nerve to strike him in his dragon form.
summary: you had your struggles with understanding social cues, which the overblot boys challenge further as a sudden revelation brings to light their adoration of you.
pairings: overblots x gn! reader
cw: none that I can think of?
note: so this is based off of how I suck at reading social cues sometimes and I thought it would be cute to see how that would work with emotionally constipated characters 💀
wc: 4.5k (~600 words per character)
Master List
❥ Riddle Rosehearts
This was a nightmare for any Heartslabyul student. You, who had trouble with social cues, taking jokes too seriously and sarcasm sometimes flying over your head, vs Riddle Rosehearts who was in vehement denial of his feelings for you. It was like watching a terrible rom com for everyone around you two. When Riddle blushed around you, you chalked it up to him being nervous (he was trying to better himself, so being nervous about taking new actions only made sense). When Riddle felt his heart pounding whenever you were around, he swept it as nerves being around a friend without feeling the need to control everything. In fact, you both were so bad, everyone gave up on their initial bet, as they started to believe neither of you would catch on. It wasn’t until nudges from your friends finally opened your eyes to the others behavior.
“Riddle always goes easy on you, it’s not fair,” Ace would whine, falling backwards on your couch.
“No he doesn’t?” You frown, crossing your arms as you recalled the many lectures you have received from the red headed housewarden.
“When was the last time he beheaded you?” Deuce asked, genuinely curious.
“I’m magicless,” You raise an eyebrow. “It would have no effect, so does it really matter?”
“But it’s uncomfortable,” Ace points out, jabbing a finger at your chest as the duo try to break through your inability to connect to seemingly simple dots. “You think he’d still gain some satisfaction from that.”
You open your mouth to further plead your case, but you find yourself pausing, internally agreeing with Ace (not that you’d tell him that). The last time you had been beheaded was around the overblot, and since then it was just scoldings and lectures.
“And when your tie is crooked, he fixes it for you,” Deuce chimes in.
“And when your hair is messy, he smooths it out,” Ace tags along.
A dawning look of realization flashes across your face, and the duo eat it up. Finally, FINALLY you seem to notice that it does seem a bit unusual, that he’s not being his usual intense self, nor does he dote on anyone else like that.
A similar situation goes on with Riddle, Trey and Cater pointing out Riddle’s affection for you, but in more subtle ways.
“You really care for them,” Trey hums, mindlessly finishing his homework.
Riddle pauses his talk of how his day was, unknowingly rambling about you, and how you shaped it. His face flushes, but he does not reprimand his friend (progress), instead he contemplates the meaning.
“Haha, totes,” Cater agrees, focusing more on his phone than the homework on his table. “It’s cute how you both are so oblivious to each other.”
Riddle feels his blood pressure rising, and he’s unsure if it’s because they are talking to him so casually about his feelings that he totally doesn’t have, or if it’s because he’s flustered at how they nailed it right on the head.
“Don’t be presumptuous,” Riddle huffs, double checking his homework to make sure it’s all accounted for and correct. “We are good friends, nothing more and nothing less.”
“You double check their bag to make sure they have all their supplies accounted for,” Trey mumbles mindlessly.
“And you don’t hesitate to give them something if they need it,” Cater points out.
Riddle’s face was bright as a tomato as he clears his throats and excuses himself to his room.
While everyone thinks they finally won, that the torment would finally end, and you both will realize each other's feelings and mushy happiness ensues…it only got worse. Every interaction becomes a guessing game of what the other’s intentions are while trying to balance your own emotions, and the Heartslabyul students continue to suffer.
❥ Leona Kingscholar
Oh boy, if Riddle and you are a nightmare for everyone around you, then Leona is your own personal nightmare. Every insult you took to heart, every swipe of his tail left you feeling like you did something wrong, and it got to the point that you tried to avoid the lion beastman altogether. You couldn’t annoy him if you weren’t around, right? Wrong. In fact, Ruggie had seeked you out because the prince was in a foul mood, and Ruggie swore it was due to your absence. You really couldn’t wrap your head around the hyena’s logic, as Leona had been nothing but indifferent, if not displeased when you were around.
“He’s always like that,” Ruggie waved you off, dragging you to the botanical gardens where the prince laid. You swore he was lying though, as Leona’s tail swished, ear twitching as you approached, and you felt way too overwhelmed. There was no way he wanted you nearby, you just couldn’t wrap your head around how he possibly likes your presence in any way possible. ‘He’s bad at showing affection’ Your inner Ruggie chimed, but you stood tensely anyways, unsure if you should stay or leave.
“What are you doing?” Leona grumbled, one green eye opening lazily. You felt his stare penetrate into your soul, you swore he was glaring you down for intruding in his space.
“S-sorry,” You nervously mumble, hand fidgeting with the hem of your sleeves. “Ruggie dragged me in here saying you wanted…company? But clearly he was wrong, sorry again.” You decided to try and bolt, hoping the apology would satisfy the lion enough to distract him from your escape, only for a hand to grab your ankle.
Your heart beat erratically in your chest, head spinning as adrenaline fills your veins. You felt like you had just stepped into a horror movie called social anxiety and terrible life decisions (though being transported to some weird world was not your decision). Leona’s claws briefly imprinted on your skin as he dragged you closer, nearly causing you to fall.
“Shut up,” He tsked, hand not letting you go (like he knew you were two seconds away from running for dear life). “C’mere, ‘m tired and I don’t wanna deal with this right now.”
You blinked, unsure where exactly he wanted you to go, body tense with stress and uncertainty, head swiveling, like you’d surely find an escape somewhere. Instead of escape, perhaps hiding in your dorm room for the rest of the day to try and recuperate from this intense and scary experience, Leona seemed to have enough of your ‘obliviousness’, reached up, grabbed your shirt, and quite literally drag your standing frame to fall onto his which was laying on the ground. You nearly screamed as you careened towards his chest, your breath nearly leaving your lungs as the lion cushioned your fall, arms wrapping around your back as he closed his eyes.
You did not relax, if anything, your body turned into stone, holding your breath as you wondered who you pissed off in your past life to deal with this. You must’ve killed someone quite important.
“Relax,” Leona sighed, his warm breath caressing your ear. “‘M not gonna bite…unless you want me to.” You did not relax for several more minutes, not until his breathing evened out and you were sure he was unconscious. You laid there, bones feeling like jelly as the adrenaline wore off, mind reeling with what the hell was currently happening.
Leona’s mixed signals were quite literally your worst enemy in a world of magic, constant overblots, and a neglectful headmaster. You were never sure if the lion hated your guts, or if he secretly liked you? Leona hated how you couldn’t decipher his near impossible signs, wishing you could read his mind, not wanting to ruin his ‘image’ in front of his dorm members. The only one having any hoot or holler would be Ruggie as you both awkwardly navigated around the other. Ironically, you both did fill the role of predator and prey perfectly.
❥ Azul Ashengrotto
Ohhhhhhh boy. Azul absolutely has a hate love relationship with your inability to pick up on certain social cues. Some moments, you could read the room well, tell when someone was upset, or sad, or even so happy they were crying, other moments he wanted to slam his head against the wall as you took all his words to heart, even if he was trying to flirt or make a stupid joke. The twins made the situation ten times worse as they liked to mess with you.
“Azul mentioned that he’s quite tired today,” Jade would hum innocently, fixing you a drink at the bar.
“Oh, did something happen?” You would ask, falling straight for the bait Jade laid out perfectly.
“You could say so,” Jade’s grin widened, mischief and amusement swirling in his gaze. “Said you kept him up all night.”
Your brows furrow, unsure what the eel meant. You hadn’t texted (especially not called) anyone last night, too exhausted with all the socializing you had been doing and had some unwind time. So you’re not sure what you had done to keep the merman up the previous night.
“Did I do something?” You asked, genuinely concerned if you had made a mistake. Perhaps you had done something offensive in their culture? Or insulted him unknowingly? (You weren’t proud to admit that you had done that before).
Instead of being helpful, kind, or friendly (things Jade were not known for), he merely shrugged, pushing you a drink and moving on to the next customer, an extra shine of glee in his eyes at your misery.
Floyd wasn’t much better.
“Can you both just get together already?” Floyd whined, slumping in his seat across from you as you tried to focus on homework. Of course he ruined that.
“What?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“You and Azul, duh,” He rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing. You merely blinked, trying to connect whatever dots that Floyd just created.
“Why would we be together?” You ask, dropping your pencil, completely forgetting the frustrating work that was assigned (it’s not like you had the context to answer it anyways). “You mean like dating?”
“DUH,” He groaned, like this was physically paining him. “What else? You both clearly like each other, just kiss and get over it already.” It felt like your face was on fire as you tried to process whatever the hell he was spewing.
It honestly left you confused. You thought Azul was just being nice, a friend trying to make up for his transgressions against you and your friends (and sometimes you questioned his intentions as he had conned you before). Sure, sometimes he would say something that would fluster you, a compliment here, a light touch to your shoulder there (even you knew that was out of character for the reserved business man), but the twins had opened your mind to a whole other venture you hadn’t even thought about.
Azul noticed a change, not obvious, but you seemed to finally be taking in his advances. Your eyes would widen, like the dots were finally appearing in your head, sometimes it even seemed like you were looking at him in a new light altogether (cus you kind of were…). His fond frustration melted into excitement. Finally, what felt like stagnation started to gain traction, and it even emboldened him to up his moves, to make sure you couldn’t question his intentions. After all, if you struggled understanding what his gestures meant, then that meant he had to make sure that his intentions were obvious (maybe just communicate your feelings properly…).
❥ Jamil Viper
Hahaha…so Jamil is kind of the embodiment of subtle care, especially when he refuses to acknowledge his own feelings. At first it’s in ways you don’t notice. How his eyes trail after you, making sure you’re okay. The way he eyes your meals, always cataloging how unhealthy they are, noting how you shiver during a chilly day only in a short sleeve shirt, or how you always seem exhausted even if you got a full night's sleep (which can be rare with the aduo around).
Jamil tries to shove these mental notes to the side. It’s not like he has the time to take care of anyone else with Kalim running around, you are your own person after all. Yet he strangely found himself with an extra portion of the lunch he prepared, shoving it towards you without thought (too much thought actually), or how he shrugs of his sweater (his safe space really), and tosses it towards you as the chill seeps into him instead, or how he picks up any slack, talking to your friends when you couldn’t keep up, or walking you to your dorm early as he makes up excuses to get you in the comfort of your own place.
At first you didn’t notice, thinking he was being kind, or perhaps even feeling forced to because Kalim asked him to, but that changed when he excused you from Kalim’s party. The people surrounding you had you feeling like a zombie as you tried to hide in a corner, eating some snacks as you held a drink, hoping the walls would encapsulate you. Kalim had begged you to come, which was why you were there, but it ended up just like you expected. Jamil noticed, as he always does, and offered to walk you back to your dorm, a routine you started to expect. Of course, Kalim had blocked your escape, a pout with big watery eyes tugging on your heartstrings. Before you could give in, zone out for another hour and ponder why you hate yourself, Jamil cut in.
“The prefect is tired,” Jamil points out, and you wonder if it’s that obvious.
After this moment, you began to notice the subtleties. Perhaps not all at once, but even you couldn’t deny how Jamil didn’t treat anyone else the way he treated you. You weren’t sure if it was anything beyond friendly, but you noticed that he seemed to care for you in a way that he didn’t for anyone else, and it was something you cherished. In fact, you both fell into a weirdly domestic relationship that never dared to press against the walls of friendship…that was until Jamil himself slipped up (something he never does, mind you…he is quite whipped).
“You’re way too kind to me,” You couldn’t help but grumble as you accepted the week's worth of breakfast and dinners Jamil had prepared for you (you were quite bad at making those).
“It’s nothing,” The vice-housewarden waved off, a faint blush coating his tan cheeks.
“Seriously,” You don’t drop it, too moved by his kindness towards you. “No one has ever done anything like this for me before, you always make sure to make meals with textures I like, altering things to avoid foods I don’t like, and not to mention how you portion them to my exact liking! I feel like I don’t do enough to make up for all the work you put into me.”
Jamil’s brows furrowed, both bashful at your acknowledgement of his work, while also upset at your self admonishment.
“You don’t have to do anything,” Jamil shakes his head. “I do it because I want to. Trust me, I’d go crazy if I didn’t do this, who knows what you’d be eating otherwise.”
Your heart stuttered at his admission, the revelation of how deep his care ran for you striking you somewhere soft and gooey. It was only then when the question of whether Jamil liked you romantically dared to breach your brain.
❥ Vil Schoenheit
Vil wasn’t one to coddle anyone, not that you needed coddling, but this meant that his standoffish attitude would not be diluted. Vil isn’t nearly as bad as Leona, but his actions still managed to confuse you. You thought he wanted nothing to do with you, a notion you could understand. You could be reserved most times, quiet, almost like a shadow. The complete opposite of glitz and glam that was Vil Schoenheit…yet that seems to pull him in all the more. He would critique your uniform, comment on how it was too big in some place, yet somehow too small in others. In fact, you thought he was lowkey bullying you at first, always picking you apart, making you feel small and unwanted…only to piece you back together.
He’d personally tailor your uniform, grumbling about how ‘you can’t trust anyone to do things right these days’. He’d fix your hairstyle, explaining how the few trims, or complete makeover fits your face better, how the framing of a few pieces can make or break your beauty. Beneath the harshness, you learned to decipher that this was his way of caring (even if it could be quite shitty sometimes). And to say Vil didn’t notice how his comments hit you would be an insult to his social training. Of course he noticed the way you seemed to shut down after a particularly harsh comment from him, which made him shift tactics.
Instead of scolding you, or pointing out something he deemed atrocious, he merely fixed it instead, and you let him. You didn’t have time to get dressed properly? It’s fine, he’s fixing the wrinkles and crookedness for you. You didn’t style your hair properly? There’s a few minutes to spare before class, he’s dragging you to the nearest mirror as he styles it himself. You didn’t pack a proper lunch? Don’t worry, prefect, he happened to bring extra.
At first you’re not sure how to take in the change. You feel like it’s some elaborate prank show, the cameras hiding in the corners (there aren’t any, but Rook sure is). Yet the longer this behavior goes on, you learn to accept it, and you even like it (which you find oddly strange yourself). You hadn’t been cared for like this before, and especially not in this world, so you found yourself eating up the affection.
“The love that blooms between Roi du Poison and Trickster is magnifique!” Rook bellows, hand clutched over his heart as he dramatically swoons.
You had grown used to his exclamations of passion and love, so you simply deadpan at the hunter.
“What are you even talking about?” You question, face scrunching at his claims.
It was quite comical actually, as Vil was currently applying a brand new lotion he had helped create himself to your arms, and you had the audacity to be confused (I would be too though so I can’t rag on the reader too much).
“Ignore him,” Vil mumbles, focused intensely on how your skin was much softer with his care and how he was going to keep it that way. “He likes to spout nonsense all the time.”
“But is it nonsense when the Queen deems the Trickster important enough to care for himself?” Rook asks, head tilting as his grin widens. “I have not seen you spoil anyone so, Roi du Poison.”
Vil’s face flattens, his usual humoring of Rook evaporating quickly (he didn’t want to be ratted out like this). Yet it was too late, as your mouth opened in recognition of Rook’s words. He had a point, you had seen Epel get scolded mercilessly and then forced into punishment many times by Vil, yet if you do something similar, you get a light slap on the wrist before he drags you along, your punishment usually pertaining him taking care of you in one way or another. You weren’t sure why it didn’t click before, but now you couldn’t help but second guess all of Vil’s intentions, and what that means for your future.
❥ Idia Shroud
Idia was…hard to get to know. You tried being friendly, yet he would shut you out. You tried to invite him out, but he would deflect. You tried parallel play, yet you couldn’t help but notice how he glanced at you like you were a starved tiger and he was the closest meal available. Bummed that you weren’t getting anywhere, you also didn’t want to make the blue-flammed hair man uncomfortable, which meant leaving him alone. It saddened you, but you knew you couldn’t make friends with everyone.
Little did you know, you had it completely backwards. Idia was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You were similar to him in a way, which made him rethink his entire life. You tended to be quiet, speaking when you were spoken to and falling into the shadows, yet you weren’t like him at all. You had friends, you smiled and talked freely about topics you were passionate about, and even stood up when needed.
Yet, worst of all…you were terrible at some social cues. He even found it amusing at times, cackling when you took a joke at face value or when you looked confused when someone said something sarcastically, only to get it a few seconds too late. You didn’t know this, of course. He rarely left his room, and he found himself stalking Grim more often than he could count, which meant you were there too.
If it were up to him, you would never know, and things would stay exactly as they were. Him in his room alone and you none the wiser to his stalking, yearning, observations. Of course, his dear little brother would never leave it at that, taking in his brother’s infatuation, liking towards you. Which leads to a various amount of goofy, yet terrifying situations. Such as Ortho inviting you to his room without him knowing, and making the most unsevenly sound ever when he got jumpscared by you. Or how he almost bolted the second he saw you at the board game’s club, only for Ortho to block his exit (he nearly jumped out the window at your smile).
And gosh, he couldn’t get over how oblivious you could be sometimes, your comments making him feel like a warm, gooey mess, and you were completely unaffected! It really wasn’t fair. You made it look so easy, and he wishes he could complement you as easily (little did he know, you struggled with it as well, you were just better at hiding it).
“You have really cool hair,” You compliment, eyes wide with wonder.
Idia could only stare, hair tinting pink along with his pale cheeks as he internally shut down.
“Sorry, was that weird?” You ask as Idia continues to stare at you with the blankest eyes known to man, causing you to second guess yourself. Was that weird of you to say? Perhaps you weren’t supposed to mention his hair at all? Did you make him self conscious?
“N-not at all,” Was all he could stutter, eyes averting to anything but you.
It wasn’t until Idia started to text you that you realized you had things backwards. Sure, in person you both were awkward and unsure, perpetually questioning all your actions, while online things flowed more smoothly. Sure, you would take a few minutes, up to a few hours to respond, but Idia was busy with his games anyways, so he didn’t mind (sometimes he did, but he would do the same thing so he understood). He also talked more freely, rambling about his passions and eager for your approval. It wasn’t till one fatal text, that you realized he may have liked you more than just a friend.
Ugh, you can’t be srs
Ur lit too cute for this world
He deleted it as quickly as he sent it, but it was too late. You were already spiraling.
❥ Malleus Draconia
Ha. Hahahahaha. So, take the ‘you don’t know you’re betrothed’ trope, and multiply it by 10. Jk…kinda. So in reality, you both are kind of bad at social cues. It’s mutual. You both are quite slow to unravel any feelings. In fact, you both bond at how similar your social experiences are. Both used to people tuning out your passionate rants about the topics you loved, so you learned to keep it to yourself (until you met each other). Or how you both can be awkward in social situations, unsure what to say at certain moments and look towards the other for reassurance.
In fact, this was what caused Malleus to cherish you so. Not only were you patient and understanding, but you understood, to a certain degree. It caused the dragon to latch onto you, wishing to show you his gratitude for your friendship. You were in a similar boat. If you were exhausted from existing in the world, you knew Malleus would bring you somewhere quiet, somewhere no one could reach you if you did not wish. He would do things for you that you weren’t used to, and cared for you in ways that warmed you. After feeling alienated, Malleus was a person who showed you you weren’t alone.
Due to it being a relationship you both feared to lose, neither of you thought of anything more. Why should you question something that worked so well? Something that neither of you had to think twice about? Something that came as easily as breathing?
“Another gift?” Lilia chimes, hanging in front of Malleus upside down, amused grin tugging on his lips.
“They mentioned wanting this,” Malleus replies, like the thought of you wanting something was irrevocably wrong, and he himself will fix it.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re courting them,” The bat fae hummed, eyes crinkling with joy. Malleus blinked, brain working overtime, because Lilia had a point. Malleus’ love for you was as deep as a never ending void, he would do anything in his power to make you happy, and all he wanted in return was your smile aimed towards him (though he also finds your bashfulness adorable).
It was then that Malleus went from friendship mode, to courting mode. You, on the other hand, were completely unaware. I mean why should you have thought differently? He treated you no differently than before, it was only his intentions that switched. Of course, this only amused Lilia all the more, after all, who doesn’t love to watch young love bloom? (Sebek)
“At this rate, you’re gonna become fae royalty,” Ace grumbles, eyeing yet another gift that appeared in your dorm.
“How in the world would I do that?” You asked, genuinely confused. Malleus was one of your closest friends, sure, but in order to become royalty that would mean marrying him, and you doubt the dragon fae saw you in such a light.
“You’re basically drowning in jewels!” Ace exclaims, pointing out the jewelry that adorned you. Your face flushes at the implication, and the creeping dread of the possibility of Ace having a point.
“Mal said he had extra…” Even your defence sounds pathetic.
“You even have nicknames for each other,” Deuce points out.
“I have nicknames for you too,” You glare. “Dumb and dumber.”
Your deflection does nothing as the two continue to tease you relentlessly for how unaware you were about something so ‘obvious’ (it really wasn’t but okay). The next time Malleus treats you to something, whether it be a fancy dish catered to your liking, an outing you mentioned you wanted to do, or another ‘small’ gift he just stumbled upon, you can’t help but notice the hearts in his eyes as he awaits your reaction, and it’s only then do you realize you’re doomed.
Your eyes bulged out of your head as the words mindlessly slipped past your lips, hand slapping over your mouth as you stared in horror. It wasn’t like you to be so careless, especially not when princes and people who could wave a hand to have you six feet under (quite literally) surrounded you.
It didn’t help that all your friends' jaws dropped at your single word (others were trying hard to not double over laughing). Especially not when it was so out of your character to say.
All you could do was stare blankly into the distance, wishing this was all a bad dream, and that you could dissipate like smoke into the sky. Yet the harsh reality bit into you as warm brown eyes watched on in shock, which morphed into amusement as his laughter rang in the air.
You suppose you should count yourself lucky that Minajael Tealrajah, prince of the Scalding Sands, was not vindictive.
“My apologies, Prince Minajael,” Jamil spoke first, head bowed in respect (and to also hide his smirk).
The prince merely waved the apology off, wiping a stray tear as he calmed down. You hated to admit that his bright smile warmed parts of you that you forgot existed. He was the most handsome man you have met, which is saying something with the company you carried.
“No apologies needed,” Minajael chuckled. “Though I am curious as to what brought that comment.”
You felt your soul leave your body for the second time in the last 5 minutes. How the hell were you supposed to explain that your lizard brain took over the second you saw his exposed midriff?
“Uh,” you spoke dumbly, blinking rapidly as you tried to rack your brain for any sensible answer to calling someone a slut. Traitorously, your eyes lowered to where brown skin lay exposed for anyone to see.
“Objectifying me already,” Minajael hummed dejectedly, amusement underlying his tone.
“Excuse me, I am going to jump into the nearest river now,” you stand up, fully ready to go through with your threat, only for said prince to grab your hand, halting your escape.
“It’s okay,” he laughed, eyes strangely warm, even though you did kind of just insult him accidentally. “I’m not used to people treating me in such a manner, it’s refreshing.”
You raise an eyebrow, wondering if he’s into being name called. Once again the word slut reverberates through your skull, but you keep it inside this time. You know you were never going to live this moment down. Minajael Tealrajah was going to be the death of you, and you couldn't help but find yourself excited by the prospect.
the idea of yuu who got sent to nrc with nothing but a pouch full of stickers; some of their favourite animes, puffy stickers of cute cartoon animals, glittery sheets of little stars, etc.
the first time it happened was during one of trein's long boring lectures. you were doodling something on your notebook and felt that your doodles were a bit off, like something was missing, so you took out a sheet of wonderland themed stickers and put some painted-red white roses to complete your piece of art.
ace, having caught up on what you were doing, leaned towards you to take a glimpse. his eyes lingered on an ace of hearts card soldier sticker and you noticed. you peeled off the sticker and put it on his forehead.
"hey!" he protested, before peeling it off of his forehead and put it on the front of his notebook. you snickered and decided to do the same to the other heartslabyul student who was sitting beside you.
turning to your left, you peeled off a deuce of spade card soldier sticker and put it on deuce's cheek, shattering his focus on the lecture completely. he looked at you, wide eyed, "huh?!" you immediately shushed him, not wanting to catch trein's attention.
"you should've seen the look on your face!" ace snorted, loudly, which seemed to grab the professor's attention.
"trappola, please repeat what i just explained."
"oh, uhh..."
he turned to you and deuce for help but the two of you were avoiding his gaze, eyes glued to each of your notebooks—with the card soldier sticker still plastered on deuce's cheek.
'traitors!' his eyes shifted back and forth from trein to the blank page of his own notebook. fuck.
the next time it happened was supposed to be a prank. you had somehow agreed to one of ace's schemes and the current target was riddle. the plan was easy, decorating riddle's precious notebook cover with stickers.
you didn't know if riddle had pissed the first year off or ace was just being ace, but the idea wasn't that bad, you were just curious on how riddle's reaction would be, though this was definitely not what the both of you expected.
your and ace's jaws went slacked when you saw riddle held up his glittery-pink-hedgehog-stickers covered notebook, looking at it with awe, like he had just found a chamber full of strawberry tarts.
"housewarden...?" ace trailed off, and riddle snapped out of his daze, clearing his throat at the sight of his underclassmen—staring at him in shock.
"i assume this is the two of you's doing?"
a nod.
"was this supposed to be another one of your pranks?"
another nod.
"though it seems that the outcome was not to your expectation?"
the silence was enough of an answer.
riddle was the one who broke the silence, he coughed onto his fist then averted his gaze from the both of you, the tips of his ears slightly pink, his next words were barely a whisper but you still managed to hear it, "do you perhaps have the flamingo ones?"
this turned into a little habit of yours; some tiny dessert stickers on trey's cookbook pages, a funny looking chicken sticker that cater insisted you put on his phone case, a big fat red cat sticker on the back of ace's phone case, matching with deuce's blue one and your [f/c] one, you even gave some flamingo stickers to riddle to place wherever he pleased.
and this little habit of yours wasn't limited to your heartslabyul friends. you could find a leech sticker on floyd's water bottle (yes, you gave a leech one on purpose while cackling. "shrimpyyy, i'm a moray eel, yknow?" "but you're a leech," "...ehhh *shrugs*"), a wolf one on jack's watering can with the caption 'alpha male' (jack swore he only blinked and all of a sudden, it was there), a poison apple sticker on rook's quiver, and more.
one day, however, kalim was surprised when jamil peeled a cute smiley otter sticker off of his cheek after he came back from pop music club to the scarabia dormitory.
"eh?"
"don't tell me you didn't know."
"...oh! so, that's why lilia, cater, and yuu were giggling!"
from then on, people would check their bodies and faces for any sight of stickers. leona found one on his bicep, epel had one on his elbow, and silver woke up to his face decorated with dozens of stickers.
it became a game called "find the stickers!" which was basically self explanatory, the nrc students had to find the stickers the prefect plastered on them or their things.
it was funny because the chance was 50/50. there'd be a time where the prefect discreetly put a sticker on them and they wouldn't know until someone told them or they found it themselves. or, the prefect could overtly make any physical contact with them and didn't plant any stickers at all.
the last one often made them question themselves because the prefect could initiate physical contact and didn't put any stickers for the first few times which let them put down their guards around them, only to found one after the seventh time.
this also happened with the other way around where the prefect planted stickers on them multiple times and the one time they didn't, the poor victim still thought there was a sticker on their body.
students would find themselves checking their belongings and each other's bodies, their guts telling them that there was at least one sticker hiding within them.
the peak of the event was when sebek let out a guttural scream once his eyes landed on malleus, horns and face decorated with cute stickers; bows and hearts and all that. the prince's face bright as he beamed, "child of man said that humans often decorate their friends' faces to strengthen their bonds."
sebek fainted, lilia took dozens of photos from different angles whilst urging silver to stand beside malleus so they could take some photos together, and silver—his own face decorated with stickers like malleus'—only nodded reverently.
꒰ঌ ⋮ author note : this was inspired by a friend of mine who always put stickers on me and our friends, and me who also put stickers on them and their things.
ʚ edited : yuu was supposed to be gn but i accidentally used 'her' earlier, sorry for the confusion guys, i already fixed it!
Give me Yuu's friends who notice these changes, but shake in frustration at not being able to do anything about it
Give me Ace and Deuce feeling misplaced guilt about not having saved their friend sooner from being a literal prisoner in Scarabia
Give me Ace with that sinking feeling in his gut when he wonders if Riddle still would've overblotted if he hadn't antagonized him so much. If he could've prevented the scars Yuu now carries from the roses thorns
Give me him brushing the thought off with his usual laugh, trying to bury it, but remaining unable to sleep. The sight of his best friend bleeding on the ground burning into his retinas every time he closes his eyes
Give me Ace eventually just giving up and heading to Ramshackle under the pretense of annoying Yuu
Give me Ace who, although he will absolutely deny it, relaxes when he sees Yuu unharmed, albeit a bit disgruntled at being woken up
Give me Ace who worms his way into Yuu's bed, claiming the rest of Ramshackle is too creaky and dusty to catch any sleep. It's more of a safety hazard, really. You should probably bring it up to Crowly!
Give me Ace who, even with all his teasing and mischief, can finally sleep when he hears Yuu's soft breaths next to him. Warm. *Alive*
Give me Ace who would rather die than admit it, but his world would be thrown upside down if something happened to his best friend. And he *definitely* doesn't sleep better because of Yuu next to him. Nope no way
Give a Yuu that have several scars due to the overblots attacks, that hurts as hell at random times remembering them that what happened was real
Give a Yuu that feels homesick, and tries to finds little pieces of their home in foods, smells, musics, atmospheres and people and when it hits perfectly the spot they start crying because they found something that kinda belonged to them
Give a Yuu that doesn't tries to fit in because they don't want to, since this world don't want to be kind to them, it's there silence revolt and anger
Leona wears gloves. He fears touching people and he knows people fear touching him. People seemed more comfortable when he has his gloves on. He feels a little better, too.
Jack and Ruggie are the few who did not care about it. And...Yuu.
Yuu who was the only one reaching out to yank him up when he's lying down. Who's reaching over him for something, who isn't afraid to stick close to him, brush past him...link hands to run off and away somewhere.
So when he's helping them with the Azul scandal (scandal because he's a business man he won't comment on what he did. Everyone's paid to be silent </3), and they wake up to him pulling them out of the water and they physically recoil away from him, shuddering, he misses his gloves.
Hates the way their eyes dart around, as if for an escape, but they can't swim in this situation and they won't be able to make it out without support. They're trembling. With cold, only, he hopes and fear.
"Leona-san!" He hears Ruggie's voice and brushes any other thoughts away. He glanced away from Ruggie's hidden sling, and gestures at Yuu. He pretends to not notice the way they flinch and attempt to move away.
Ruggie, too, glanced at his bare hands, only a minute twitch of his eyebrows indicating any feelings. On his face, there is still a grin.
Under the sling, his numb arm trembles.
Leona only feels grim.
"Get 'em outta here. Can't swim in that state." Ruggie glances over at them, ears pressing back at the scent of fear emanating from them. "Gotta get you to the surface, Prefect Yuu, I gotta carry you for that though, okay?" Yuu, without looking away from Leona, and his hands that are splayed out in front of him, the least he can do, eyes trained on every little movement, hesitantly nods. Once Ruggie is holding them well enough, they pat his back as if to rush him. Far away. From him. Ruggie, too, looks relieved to get away from those bare hands.
Why did he have to ruin everything?
Those three were the only people who accepted him , and he ruined it again.
He should have stayed sleeping.
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"...I need a nap." He mumbled, tail flicking once he swam back to the surface when he was sure the other two were far away.
Imagine then when Grim overblots; just as Yuu finally has the opportunity to leave what has scarred and hurt them, everything comes crashing down.. and at the center of it all, Grim.
Grim -- who was their first friend no matter how much he says that Yuu is his minion.
Grim -- who was the reason they're able to enroll and stay in NRC, meeting everyone and experiencing everything.
Grim -- who became the closest thing to family to Yuu, hugging him a bit tighter when homesickness kicks in.
Grim -- who, despite being a headache and troublemaker, was Yuu's lifeline in a world that is unforgiving to those without magic.
Grim -- who's been by their side through hell and high water, blocking their only way back to their world.
Yuu may have felt helpless throughout their stay in Twisted Wonderland, but never had they felt despair until they faced the once little beast they had grown to love, Grim.
Give me Yuu getting nervous when Cater uses split card and now there’s suddenly four of him, rushing to paint the roses and help lest they get thrown out again because “It’s just business.
Give me Yuu being slightly more hesitant to try Trey’s sweets. Being more hesitant to trust what he says in general because they know it’s just platitudes.
Give me Yuu flinching whenever they hear Ruggies laugh. Yuu double checking stairs and other high places, double checking they can move vause what if ruggie decides to get even?
Give me Yuu generally being uncomfortable with the leech twins, FLINCHING whenever Floyd raises his arms. Refusing to look at Jade or even take advantage of his services.
Give me Yuu being uncomfortable and breaking into a cold sweat when kalim raises his voice. It’s not his fault, they know this, but that doesn’t change how scary it is.
Give me Yuu constantly on the lookout for Rook. Because what if he’s watching them? Telling Vil about their wrongdoings?
Give me Yuu being hesitant to leave ortho alone, holding grim away from him when he’s near.
Give me Yuu being uncomfortable around Disomnia in general, or feeling nervous when Lilia tells his war stories.
Give me the boys, ALL the boys, noticing the struggles they put Yuu through.
And then because I love hurt/comfort, give me the boy doing what they can to make it better, if only slightly for Yuu.
Even if things aren’t or might not ever be, completely ok.
Because they know Yuu now. And they deserve to be ok.
