Sorry but is it ok if i request emma ! Reader with third year boys .
Emma from veil ifyk..👉🏻👈🏻 and if dont juat ignore it
Synopsis. Third Years with a girl like Emma from Veil!
Pairings. Third Years x Fem! Emma( Veil )! Reader
Contains. Separate, reader is blind( obviously ), lots of yearning, non-established relationship, some are pretty short, implied to be after graduation( Lilia ), inspired by parts of the manga!
a/n. I tried to post this as quick as possible because tell me why I've gotten like 10 requests for an Emma reader?! I just got one for Rielle and Minajael x an Emma! Reader, but I had to delete it because my requests aren't open... Who knew Emma would be so popular among the TWST fandom lol
p.s. All of these scenarios come from the actual manga. I did not create them; I just matched a character to a scenario! All credit goes to Kotteri!!!
The two sat at a bench on the school campus. Both were bundled up in clothes meant for the brisk winter around them.
(y/n) sat quietly with a straight face, her eyes closed as she normally had them. Trey had known her long enough to know her disability, yet it always interested him.
"Y'know, it's hard to tell whether you're asleep or awake." The young man spoke softly, leaning his arm on the bench and facing his body towards the woman beside him.
(y/n) smiled, "That's actually my special skill." Her voice was laced with pride as she turned towards the sound of Trey's voice.
"Oh?" He raised his eyebrow, "That's good."
"It is?" the young woman giggled, shuffling her hands into her pockets.
"Yes." Trey's words were firm, even though he was smiling at his own silly idea, "For if someone tries to attack you, thinking you're asleep or something."
(y/n) gasped, "Don't you even think about it!"
The young man snickered at her words, "I would never. And I'd never let anyone else, either."
Trey's words sparked something inside her heart. It felt like a promise. Her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, hot against the cold breeze surrounding them
"... Sometimes it's hard to tell whether you're serious or just joking." (y/n) muttered.
"That's actually my special skill." The man simply smirked to himself, looking around at the snow slowly falling around them. It truly was a promise.
"I'm telling you, it's there... Yes, on my desk..." Cater groaned into his phone as they walked across Main Street. He was currently trying to help a friend find the notes for a class the friend had missed. As (y/n) could hear, it was not going very well... It sounded as if the two were arguing.
As she had nothing to do, she fiddled around with the various bracelets on his wrist. They came in varying weights and textures. Some beads were more gritty than others, and some were lighter than others. One in particular interested her: a thin watch. Or, at least that's what she assumed it was.
"What about the shelf on the left? You looked everywhere? What about in my notebook?" The ginger was growing much more agitated as the call went on. Usually, he enjoyed a good chat over the phone, but this was dragging on forever.
(y/n) moved the sleeve of his hoodie up to his elbow and felt the leather of the watch and the coldness of the clock. These details had always fascinated her.
"What do you mean you've been looking for twenty minutes?!" Cater grimaced as he looked down at his watch, "I've been standing here for thirty!"
"Listen... I'm begging you!" He whined, watching mindlessly as (y/n) fiddled with the buckle of the watch, "Isn't it in my blue notebook?"
The other side of the phone was quiet for a moment as the young woman was handed the watch -- by Cater, lovingly, slipping it around her slim wrist, and admiring the weight and feel.
"Ah! I told you!" Cater giggled.
"Thanks! Now..." the ginger pulled the phone away from his ear, a loud noise coming from it, "Whoa, no need to get mad like that..."
"Ah... It's just... We're pretty far away right now..." He sighed into the phone, wrapping an arm around (y/n)'s waist and pulling her close, "How about in an hour at your dorm, would that be fine? Alright, see ya!"
As he hung up the phone, there was a clear pep in his step. Cater shoved his phone in his pocket and glanced over to (y/n) with a smile. Though... as he lifted her hand, he noticed a new accessory hanging on her wrist.
"Okay..." the ginger hummed. There was a simple pout on the woman's lips."
Cater giggled, holding out his elbow for the woman, to which she happily held on. "How about we go in a cafe for 50 minutes or so?"
Leona was fast asleep on the Savanaclaw couch, completely unaware of the woman approaching him with an empty stomach. She was completely ready to leave for lunch.
(y/n) groaned to herself, gently feeling around to find the sleeping lion. She felt the couch, then his leg, and then his arm.
As her hand grasped his burly arm, she picked it up, sat nicely by his side, and put his warm hand against her rumbling tummy.
Somehow, the feeling made Leona shuffle awake, "Hm...?"
He rubbed his eyes with a scowl when he realized the situation. "Ten more minutes..." he groaned, holding her ever so slightly closer by her waist. Had this been anyone else, Leona wouldn't have taken her attitude.
(y/n) simply sighed, "Yes, you already said that an hour ago."
Perhaps it was simply how hangry she was, but she was determined to eat, "I would like to eat something nice for lunch."
The two were winding down after a nice dinner. (y/n)'s hair was let down, and a couple of her accessories were plucked off. These accessories included her darned earrings. Before going out, she'd practically pierced her own ears all over again.
Unfortunately for her, this caused quite a wound when she went to take the earrings off at the end of the day.
Vil got a sneaking suspicion that something was bothering the young woman. She rarely wears her hair down when going out, and her face was laced with a slight feeling of discomfort.
As they entered the quaint living room, Vil stopped (y/n) at the door, pulling her hair behind her ear to take a look at what was hurting her.
She let out a small groan of discomfort, and perhaps shame, as he assessed the situation.
"... Pretty bloody, I see..." He hummed.
She began to fiddle with her fingers, "You found it... huh? Nothing gets by you..."
"Ear piercing wound caused by blunt jewelry, I presume? You tried to force the earring in, right?" Vil's tone was enough to make her slightly embarrassed. She knows how much he cares about wellness and skincare.
"You're one remarkable detective..." (y/n) sighed, "I thought the blood would have dried up by now."
"We have to go to a doctor," Vil concluded, pulling a lock of her (h/c) hair behind her ear.
(y/n) simply turned her head away, "Is it that bad? Doctors and I don't exactly mix..."
"Sorry to say... the consultation room is just three steps from here. Well, maybe five." Vil swiftly helped the young woman turn around and walk into his dorm room, "Latest medical equipment... Disinfectant... well, yes, I think I have that."
"So, you're a doctor then?" (y/n)'s face immediately scrunched with unease. She held onto the young man's arm, trembling just slightly.
"My secret is revealed." Vil jested in an attempt to soothe her worries, "Sit down on this chair."
(y/n) felt around for a moment, eventually finding herself on a plush chair at what she assumed to be Vil's vanity.
The young man bent down to her height, "It almost looks like an earring itself, a little red flower." He then began to soak a cotton pad in disinfectant, "It's not exactly bad... But, still, a wound is a wound."
"This may sting a tad..." Vil spoke softly, bringing the cotton pad up to the woman's ear. However, he was swiftly cut off from approaching the wound when (y/n)'s hand went up to block him.
The young man was hesitant to comply with her demand. He didn't want her to accidentally infect the wound. Though... she seemed to know what she was doing.
She delicately grabbed the cotton pad from Vil's hand and brought it up to her lobe. As she did so, Vil held up a lock of her hair, watching closely to see how she was doing.
"Just... please, take better care of your ears." Vil spoke softly, raking his hand through her (h/c) hair, "If not for yourself, then do it for me."
(y/n) raised a brow at his words, confused by what he was telling her. She began to re-style her hair into a simple French twist, "Yes, yes... Doctor, sir."
"Frankly, I don't really understand the desire to keep piercing your ears." Vil sighed in exasperation, getting up to put away the disinfectant.
"All the better to hear you with!" (y/n) shouted, cupping her hands around her ears. Vil simply cracked a smile; she always did have a tendency to be a bit childish. It was endearing.
"By the way," (y/n) started, "I'm quite fond of that cabinet of yours... May I come again if I get hurt?"
In response, the young man decided to tease her, just a bit, "Sorry, I didn't catch that. My ears mustn't have enough holes..."
"Oh, what a shame!" (y/n) gasped, "No need for me to thank you then."
She began patting his arm with faux empathy, making a pout draw on Vil's red lips.
(y/n) and Rook were going out for lunch. It was a breezy, autumnal afternoon with nothing to do, and the young woman was hungry.
"There's no counter?" (y/n) asked as they entered the cafe.
The hunter simply raised an eyebrow, "But there are tables... You'd rather be on the counter?" He didn't quite understand her preference to be seated at counters whenever they went out, but he would comply regardless.
"Yes." She nodded, "When we sit face to face, you're always staring at me. Do you believe I don't know?"
Rook smiled with a hand on his heart, letting his "not-so-secret" secret out, "So let me confess... When we're sitting side to side, I happen to look at you sometimes."
"That's borderline stalking, mister hunter," (y/n) teased as they approached the cashier.
Rook ordered their usual, crumpets and coffee. It was a simple favorite of the young woman's, and he had it memorized. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it as well.
"If I could see like you..." (y/n) started, "I'd probably look at you a hundred times more."
She thought for a moment, trying to recall a saying, "...I'd see right through you, I believe people say."
He smirked, eyeing her and then the crumpets, "So... I'd have as many holes as those crumpets to you?"
"What about me? How many do I have?"
It was clear that (y/n)'s interest was piqued. She had this wonder and curiosity that always seemed endearing to him. He pointed out his eyes, mouth, and nose, like she would understand if he did so, "Don't you worry. You only have three very charming holes."
"Well, sometimes... You let as many holes show as a hand has fingers." Rook jested, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leading her to the counter, "It's pretty rare, if I do say so myself..."
"Alright, alright... I'm hungry," (y/n) whined.
"Alright... the counter is over here."
(y/n) was getting ready for a little night on the town with Idia, someone she's personally trusted to help her get around without a cane.
She held up two belts in front of her baby-blue outfit. One was made of black leather with a silver buckle, while the other was a deep red leather with a gold buckle.
"I'm not sure." She muttered, waiting patiently for Idia's response.
The flame-haired man whirled around in his gaming chair, peeling his eyes away from his monitors. "Hmm... Both suit you, I'd say."
"Such a charmer," (y/n) smiled.
"No problem," Idia spoke awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck and slipping his headphones off. "Which one do you like the feel of better?"
(y/n) thought for a moment, feeling the two belts in her soft hands. It was apparent that she liked the black belt better, "Well... Could you put it on me, please?"
Idia sighed, rolling his chair towards the young woman, "Alright. Go straight..."
(y/n) hopped over, placing her belt of choice in his general direction and standing right between his knees. "Put your arms up," he muttered.
"Gladly," the woman said with a calm smile.
As the young man started lacing the black belt loops through the belt, he felt his face heat up. His hands touched (y/n)'s silhouette just barely, and he swore he could smell the sweet perfume on her clothes. It made his mind all fuzzy, and his hands tremble.
"Ouch!" (y/n) yelped as Idia went to buckle the belt around her.
He looked up a little too quickly, "Is it too tight?"
The woman lowered her head to face him, thinking for a moment, "Hmm... Loosen it a bit."
And so, he did as she asked. Tightening the belt ever so slightly.
"Now, look here..." Idia groaned, his face and hair pink, and his patience waning ever so slightly. Perhaps it was a good thing she was unable to see, or else he swore she would've been blinded by the brightness, or even put off by his blushing.
"It's a very subtle thing, you see." The (h/c) haired girl countered.
He quickly gripped his chair's armrests, "I'll leave it loose. Turn around."
"How is it?" She asked, posing herself.
"Really good," Idia said in a matter-of-fact tone. He had no idea how to respond, truthfully.
The woman pouted, "My word, is that the only thing you can say?"
"It really is beautiful," Idia spoke, barely above his breath. He was sure (y/n) couldn't hear him.
(y/n) felt her cheeks turn pink in a warm flush. She pouted once again, not entirely sure how to respond to such a remark, especially from someone she fancies.
Idia caught on to her silence quickly, also unsure of how to break the silence that he deemed quite awkward. "Ah... With those rosy cheeks, it's stunning! Madam..."
"Puh! Surely you jest." (y/n) giggled, letting him open the door to his bedroom for her.
(y/n) was sitting calmly on Malleus's bed, fiddling around with her coat. They'd finally arrived back at the Diasomnia dorm after school and were preparing to wind down for the day.
"Someone asked me to see if you'd model for some photos," Malleus mentioned, removing his blazer.
(y/n)'s hands stopped in their place as she contemplated the idea, "Ah. Modelling..."
The dragon shifted on his feet, "The guy we met in the hallway the other day... Do you remember? He's a photographer."
"Is he now? Modelling..." She scratched her cheek, "It's someone that changes clothes all the time, right? Makeup, too?"
"In a way, yes," Malleus nodded, "And you become a sign for high brand shops. The shops on the big avenues. In some big display... There'll be gigantic pictures of you... And a lot of people will be looking at you."
(y/n) felt her interest pique after every word. Not so much because she wanted to be on big signs and have her face everywhere, but because he was explaining it in such an interesting way, "Whoa! You sure have a vivid imagination. You should share it with me."
The dragon cracked a smile, "Well, it's true. That's what a model is. And, since you love dressing up... and you told me you like to do all sorts of things..."
She giggled at his words, "Yes, that's true... By the way..." Her head faced the direction of her wardrobe -- yes, it's in his room-- and made her merry way towards it, "If I like dressing up so much, it's only your fault."
"My fault?" Malleus spoke with wide eyes.
"All those clothes in the wardrobe..." (y/n) spoke in awe, shuffling through each and every garment, "You're the one that chose them. I don't even know how many there are. More than I can ever dream to carry."
Her hands found a particularly soft coat, lined with white, faux fur. "They're all really nice to feel. They're so soft. The pockets and buttons are so funny!" (y/n) pulled the coat out from the closet, wrapping it around herself as if she were to go out in it right this moment, "This coat, for example, is so soft, I love it!"
The man simply admired her, and the way she looked so perfect against all the clothes she had. "I'm glad you like them."
(y/n) gently put the coat back into the wardrobe, not before rubbing her cheek against the plush fabric, "Today, your voice is shaky, I feel."
Malleus didn't respond. He simply looked away, down at the floor, hoping that she wouldn't sense the unease that swirled in his heart.
"And if more people than I can count on my fingers and toes... Were to look at me like a model..." She walked away from the closet, feeling around before plopping herself right down on his bed yet again, "Would you be happy?"
The dragon leaned against the wall near his big window, looking out, "It'd be nice, I think..."
His words didn't feel genuine to him. He couldn't say what he was feeling for the young woman either. It wasn't jealousy, nor was he ecstatic about her going into the modeling industry for people to see all over the place.
"Well... I don't know... I have no clue... I don't know anything about it," He muttered. It was uncharacteristic of him to have such a confused heart and mind.
"Really, I thought you knew everything...? But not that..."
"That means that... When I answer the phone at the station... Or serve tea for everyone..." (y/n)'s hands flailed around as she listed various situations, each one making less sense than the next, "Or listen to music... You don't know either! You don't realise... I don't even know which way is up!"
She grasped the sides of her head, as if she would faint, "My head's so busy... That I feel like my eyes are spinning tops!"
"Is that true?" He spoke softly, turning to face her with a stoic expression.
She elegantly placed her chin atop her hand, "Yes."
"You might not be fit for that job, then..." He intertwined his fingers behind his back, walking closer to her, "And yet, you're so pretty..."
Malleus's response made her smile, feeling warmth flow through her body.
"Say... Can I ask you something?"
"Why don't you sit next to me?" She patted her lap enthusiastically, "And let me feel your face, come on."
(y/n)'s words were enough to make him flush. A small pout formed on his face; he didn't know what to do with himself. Though, with a bit of consideration, he was coaxed to his knees in front of her, holding her hand to let her know he was close.
Her hand was delicate against his chiseled face, her fingers caressing his pale skin, "Well, well... You shouldn't stay like that, a thousand steps away from me."
Malleus's hands found themselves beside her legs, his head just barely above her thighs. "Stay close to me, alright?"
He was quiet, but she knew that his silence was affirmation enough.
The two were attending a party for Malleus. It was surprisingly crowded, knowing that the young man was never one to make friends easily.
They sat quietly on the couch, surrounded by the loud sounds of the people around them and the music. Unlike Lilia, the noise seemed to bother poor (y/n). Because of her disability, all of her senses were heightened, making the noise much louder for her.
The young woman began grabbing Lilia's arm, trying to get his attention, "Say... Are there a lot of people?"
At the sound of (y/n)'s voice and the feeling of her hand on his arm, the fae man looked over to her, leaning in and holding her hand in his, "I'm sorry?"
"Here... How many people would you say there are?" (y/n) spoke, barely above the heart-pounding music around them.
Lilia looked around, resting his drink on his leg. "It'd take me until morning to count."
"Whoa..." (y/n) whispered, thinking about how many people there could possibly be.
"Malleus has a lot of friends now, I think!" The fae shouted, taking a swig of his drink, "Sure is busy here..."
The young woman nodded, "Yes. Very."
Before their little conversation could continue, an old friend of Lilia's found him, striking up a chat. The man quickly looked back at the young woman, "Please excuse me."
(y/n) felt Lilia's hand slip away from hers as he rose to his feet. The couch suddenly seemed too big, and the party seemed so loud. Part of her began to feel anxious, perhaps even a little over the whole party. She covered her ears with her hands in an attempt to block any noise.
About five minutes later, Lilia came skipping back, a cheeky grin apparent on his face. He leaned in close to (y/n)'s ear, enveloping her hand in his, "Excuse me!"
He plopped down on the couch, right next to her, "Are you having anything?"
It was clear that she had no idea what was happening. (y/n) whipped her head around, trying to find where the noise next to her was coming from. Lilia simply spoke louder, "How about we go somewhere calmer?"
(y/n)'s hand went to his other arm, which was quickly held by his own hand, shouting back to him over the party, "Yes! Got it!"
The fae nodded, bringing (y/n) to her feet as they began to make their way out of the party. The young woman's hands held tightly onto his own as she navigated her way out with him.
"I want to go home. On foot." (y/n) spoke directly into his ear.
Lilia placed his arm around her waist, resting a hand on her hip and leading her out, "But... Bah, never mind... I'll get the car some other day."
"I said: I want to go home on foot, too!"
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