[scarareg]

[sriuskeis]

NIGHT WITHOUT YOU

⋆˚꩜｡ Malleus x gn!reader ⋆˚꩜｡

[ 1.5k wc, contains errors, fluff, reader is Yuu, tiny piece of angst, lowk no plot ]

ʚଓ ּ ֶָ֢. Sypnosis : You befriend a man with horns named Hornton, yet suddenly you disappear for a week straight with no prior notice which panics your dear friend.

The ramshackle dorm acts like your ‘home’ in this messily excuse of a world. And lately, you’ve been seeing a certain visitor lurk outside your dorm. A man with horns, a man who is tall, and a man who by far seems to always mention how you, fearless and all brave, speak with a tone with less fear and more curiosity. He’s intrigued.

After many Earth-turns away, you present a nickname special for him and him only—Hornton!

And the man in question is quite content with your audacity to ‘refer to him with a silly nickname without a sense of fear”.

The name obviously refers to his extraordinarily horns which adds inches to his height and alarms passersby’s that this feared man is currently in the same room as them. Which they take it upon themselves to dash immediately as to not anger or risk losing their own tongue due to little words.

Shoo with the out-of-topics, you seem to always come face-to-face with Hornton in some nights during your stay in another dimension.

Is it merely due to your suspiciously and kids show–like dreams that swallows your entire mind which is resulting to your incapability to work and think.

With that in mind, you do indeed talk or rant your days to this man as he absorbs every inch of your words to his ear and memory.

Hornton also does certainly enjoy giving subtle advices to you, which you somehow remember during your times of vulnerability. You thank the man evermore.

Nevertheless, Hornton seems to be familiar with the concept of sudden disappearance and ignorance and as old faes likes to whisper to their grandchild, “even days of happiness come to an end”.

Because at such, why have you not open your door for a week straight?

The visitor at first, didn’t pour that much thought into it, coming to the conclusion that you must have been sleeping peacefully just as you deserve, yet little by little, the whispers of the wind and back, an irking feeling engulfs the man’s chest as concern is written on his face.

Are you doing alright, Child of Man?

📍DIASOMNIA

── .✦

The weather is indeed gloomy. Darkness of clouds blanket the sky, yet no pouring of rain dare to drop.

Lilia’s eyes dart towards the lounge’s gothic window, his smile evidently paste his entire expression, an expression of amusement, at that.

Just a second later, a loud worried–like footstep approach the old fae, he eventually stops five steps before Lilia. The unknown man’s mouth opens—

“L-Lilia-sama!” The man screams with a desperate tone.

“The, ahem.. the liege is evidently upset! Shall we do something!?” The loud student–named Sebek, asks out of pure concern.

The old fae laughs in response, his small hand waves a few times before putting it on to his waist.

“Indeed it is, alright? Lord Malleus must have been feeling quite dark lately, I wonder what the reason is? Fufufu..” Lilia says with a wider grin on his face as he again takes view of the window, where the rain proceeds to drop.

The boy in panic seems to exceed to the limit at the sight of light rain, his face becoming paler than Snow White herself.

“E-excuse me! I presume I must look over to the young master!!” Sebek says hurriedly as he dashes away just a millisecond after his last word.

Lilia continues to smile, though nobody wants to know why.

── .✦ ———

On the other side of the dorm, there lies a room owned by the housewarden himself, a somewhat luxury–styled room, mixed with gothic accents and unsurprisingly—gargoyles.

Specifically ones he made with his own two hands.

At this very instant, the housewarden in question sits upright on his neatly–made bed, quite in thought that he remains still as it is easy to presume he is none other than a statue.

Diasomnia’s housewarden named Malleus Draconia, his line of thoughts are interrupted with a polite knock.

Malleus continues to stare blankly into space before responding, “Come in”.

The door opens slowly and there reveals Sebek, with a hint of worry hiding behind his composed self. The young man speaks,

“My liege.” He places his once steady hand to his chest.

“If there is anything you wish or someone to sit beside you for your unbearable feelings, please do come for me!” Sebek says eagerly.

Malleus’s unintentional deadpan face makes the prideful man standing before him drop a sweat.

A few seconds later, the former lets out a small smile as he speaks, “I thank your genuine concern, Sebek.” The man in question’s lips turn upward, “but I do believe solitude is what I need for now”. The green-haired’s expression drops.

Though he quickly regain his composure as if it was nothing by clearing his throat out,

“Anything you wish for, my Liege! I am only outside your door for as you seek for me!” Sebek bows politely as he marches hesitantly towards the door.

Once the dark wooden door shuts close, Malleus continues to look focused yet also uneasy.

He eventually put a hand on his forehead, thinking deeply and unstable.

“What to do.. what to do..?” He mutters to the wind.

“I have not yet seen them even at campus, where they must stand by?” Malleus stands from his sitting position before coming to the conclusion—

“I must visit once again.”

Flying sparks of green and white left behind Malleus’s now disappeared form just a second after he said his final word.

📍Ramshackle Dorm

── .✦

The once feared prince of all time stands before the place of his Child of Man.

He captures the view of the old building with his eyes before taking a step towards the old wooden door.

The horned–man’s knuckles kiss the surface a few times before dropping his hand back to his side.

In fact, he has done this multiple times for the past few days without the sight of his friend, yet in return, no one answered the calls.

He also had asked around in NRC about your whereabouts, expectedly, almost everyone he approached ran away from fear before the prince even had the chance to say nor do anything at all.

Looking at the brighter side of the day, the Diasomnia’s housewarden corners confronted your two friends from Heartslabyul, sorrowly speaking, the bell rang at the exact moment his mouth opened while the two juniors used it as an excuse to dash away, leaving the horned man frown.

Afterwards, he barged in to the office of the Headmage for a further explanation about your sudden absence, did you came back to your original world without his and your friend’s notice?

If ignorant was a person, that would be the headmage, because of his lack of information about you and your whereabouts as a completely vulnerable and powerless human being inside the world of twisted minds and evil.

Losing hope to all the unreliable beings in this world, Malleus comes to the conclusion of finding you himself, at least he gain the knowledge you were still breathing the same air as him.

Going back to present, the prince stands patiently before your dorm. His back straight, his face composed and calm; yet on the inside, he is dying to see your face once again.

A few minutes have passed within tick of the clock, his spiky ears suddenly twitch at the sound of creaking of floorboards inside your home.

Malleus’s hand turns into a fist as his expression undoubtedly changes into pure excitement and yearning.

The sounds soon enter their way towards the door, Malleus subconsciously takes a step behind as to avoid getting hit by the swinging door.

His eyes dart towards the doorknob where it is getting twisted, sooner then, the door opens with your form on the other side.

Malleus cannot avoid his threatening grin as his entire expression turns once again into pure happiness.

You also reciprocate the dragon’s little smile as you chuckle.

“Good evening.” You whisper only for his spiky ears to hear.

“Good evening to you too, Child of Man.” The dragon replies.

Sitting under the moonlit sky, constellations show their way into the view.

Silence filled the air, no one dares to mutter a word… earlier.

“Child of Man.” Malleus speaks. You look at him awaiting his next words.

“Must I be alright to ask for the reason of your disappearance for these past few days?” He asks. “Even I do not see your face amidst through all the crowd at campus…”

“Of course.” You reply.

“I’m really sorry if I didn’t had the chance to tell you beforehand but I was just experiencing a fever on those days…” you awkwardly scratch your cheek.

Malleus’s eyes widen, “r-really? How are you feeling today? If still ill, you better should return to your chambe-“

“I’m alright now, Hornton.” You laugh at his sudden concern.

“I just healed like a few hours ago. The fever I guess was really bad to the point I have to be locked inside the dorm for a week straight. But.. thanks to my friends the and other teachers’ understandings—I’m alright now.” You grin at him.

Malleus continues to look at you with an unexplainable reaction before nodding understandingly.

“I am glad you are alright now.” He smiles softly.

“But just in advance,” the prince adds.

“If you are ever ill, please do not be afraid to inform me..” he slowly speaks.

“For I have the ability to make you healthy once again under an hour.”

[ a/n: no plot just pure nonsense. MALLEUS APPRECIATION POST!!!! Lowk my worst fic ~_~ ]

[sriuskeis]

Reciprocation of Shyness

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Your first date with your boyfriend, Azul . . .

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|| Azul x gn!reader ||

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Each step towards the door makes you feel more nervous.

Today serves the day as your first ever date with your new profound partner. And yet, you act like this is the first time you ever get to see the guy. Like some sort of a blind-date.

Arriving at the entrance of the uniquely beautiful restaurant in the city, you immediately exhale softly as to release the anxiety that was fueling your insides ever since leaving your cozy space.

Just as you reach for the door, the restaurant waiter instead opens it for you as they welcome you, you return the gesture by awkwardly smiling.

Afterwards, as the doors slowly close itself behind you, locking away the city’s noise and atmosphere—the waiter leads you to your partner’s reserved seat.

Once again, each steps going near your destination, you cannot help but feel once again anxious.

Unconsciously smoothening the wrinkles of your clothes people wouldn’t bother to notice, clearing your throat for the nth time as if you have a sore throat, and mindlessly fixing you hair; afraid that even a single strand can ruin your date.

Gosh, you look– no, you are hopeless.

You have been busy fixing yourself that you did not properly process the way that you are currently standing in front of your table, your partner whom immediately stands before you—Azul Ashengrotto.

He sends a fond smile at your way, already walking towards you. You blink multiple times and again, clearing your throat before reciprocating his expression.

Gosh, must he look so breath-taking?

Azul gently taps your shoulder and leans into your cheek, which slightly catches you off guard but immediately melt into it. Though not many can notice, he is hesitant towards his own actions.

It was… awkward. Unknowingly what to do next, his lips remain a few centimeters away from kissing your cheek.

This is quite painful to watch.

Instead, deciding to change the pace, Azul leans back as he once again welcomes his significant other.

“Good evening, my pearl. You look quite dazzling in your outfit for tonight.”

You notice the faint blush daring to creep on his cheeks, yet completely remains standing like the charismatic businessman as you remember him by.

You nod in response, greeting Azul back with your chosen response.

You simply wish for the night to be longer. So you can commit the simplicity of savoring the feeling— one you weren’t able to experience properly— the natural feeling of what people call love…

The universe surely wouldn’t mind seeing the lovesick version of yourself being a little selfish, right?

—-

Basked beneath the golden lights of the restaurant’s chandelier, the clanking sound of utensils hit the plate, the comfortable silence mixed with the faint jazz music playing in the background suddenly gets disturbed by you—in a good way, that is.

Your eyes meet the handsome face before you, Azul took a bite out of his food until he notices your gentle gaze.

He then smiles, just as a word comes out of his mouth,

“I feel so nervous when I am around you, Azul..”

You confess.

Afterwards, you gaze away.

The heat in your cheeks start to form.

Sweat drops from your forehead even when surrounded by air-conditioner.

You absolutely refuse to look at your partner after that confession of yours.

But as time goes, and little to no reaction came from his end. You figure you ruined the peaceful moment you two had.

Your eyes hesitate to dart its way back to your handsome partner—

Yet, neither of you expected that Azul would resemble an erupting volcano.

You blink multiple times, believing it would be some sort of imagination, expression switching from embarrassment to pure shock. With a faintest sight of amusement.

Azul’s eyes stay wide. Almost threatening his eyeballs to pop off. Varying from his ears to his cheeks placed a blanket of pure redness of a blush. Azul’s lips twitch every now and then, and so does his white eyebrows.

You attempt to call out his name.

No response.

Another one.

Same expression, little reply.

You basically… broke your own boyfriend.

But with such simple words?

All you ever did was to confess how you still feel nervous around the man.

….

Could it be?

Does he feel the exact same way?

After monologuing your own thoughts, you find your hand mindlessly reaching out to his—which sits perfectly on the table.

You wrap your hand around his, he of course, lets you.

You squeeze him gently, a reassuring yet relief smile paints your face.

That simple action wakes him up.

You then grin, soft whispers only he and him only will be able to hear amidst the jazz music and chatters of the customers surrounding you.

“You feel the same way too? My love?”

Azul stares.

Were you the one who hung the stars?

He chuckles—which is music to your ears.

He smiles, you wish to paint his exact expression right here and now.

He opens his mouth, reciprocating your soft whispers.

“Yes, my pearl.”

Azul mutters. Currently leaning down to meet your knuckles on his lips.

“I feel that for you and you only.”

It is now your turn to be flustered.

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A/N : supposedly serves as a draft so there will be lots of mistakes cuz I didnt bother checking it, but I also wanted to share it to yall.

I originally just went with the flow with this lol so there might be some confusing parts and fast pacing (probably, I still didnt check it) :))

[mikis-corner]

How they’d react when you started dating someone else

Lucifer

-He doesnt confront you not because he doesnt care,but because he believes he has no right to.

-Throws himself into work and becoming colder and more distant with everyone, not just you.

-The only crack: a quiet “I hope they treat you well” is said in a tone that sounds like a warning more than a wish.

-secretly tries to win you back, because hes the avatar of pride; theres no better partner for you than him.

Mammon

Takes it as betrayal even if it isnt. he thought what you had was obvious.

-lowkey gets loud and argumentative, then suddenly avoids you altogether as if you had done something wrong

-You overhear him once: “I was yer first… wasnt that s’posed to mean somethin’?”

-Will come around if he sees you genuinely happy with someone else, but he’ll never truly give up on you.

-robs the person who youre dating

Leviathan

Fully retreats into his room, no games, no chats, nothing. Its like he never existed, it gets to a point that his brothers have to break down his door to make him come downstairs to eat.

-Convinces himself he was just a “temporary event” in your life, believing he was never enough for you.

-If you try to talk to him, he laughs it off but it sounds wrong. ”Its fine… I knew my route was a bad ending anyway..a gross otaku like me could never get the happy ending”

Satan

-Anger simmers under control but it doesnt go away.

-Fixates on the situation, what your date has that he doesnt.

-His voice stays calm but cutting ”I suppose theyre more… suitable for you”

-if he ever hears that your partner did even as much as upset you, he’d hunt them down and…well you know what he’d do.

Asmodeus

-Smiles through it and plays it off like it doesnt matter but hes shaken.

-Starts overcompensating, more attention seeking, more validation from others. Trying to forget his sadness by spending the night with strangers.

-When he finally cracks he asks you, his voice quiet: “Am I… not enough anymore?”

Beelzebub

-Doesnt get angry, hes just deeply and quietly hurt.

-Keeps treating you the same, but theres hesitation now like hes unsure where he stands and what hes allowed to say/do with you now.

-The saddest part is when he says ”I thought… I was someone special to you too”

Belphegor

-Pulls away first before you can, acts like he expected this all along.

-Uses indifference as a shield but watches you more closely than ever.

-If hes cornered, hes blunt and cold “Go be with them then. Thats what you want, isnt it?”

Diavolo

-At first hes genuinely supportive he wants you to be happy even if its not with him.

-But the distance hits him slowly, He starts smiling less and his laughs dont last as long.

-The real hurt slips out quietly one evening when youre over at the castle for tea “I thought… I might have been someone you’d choose someday. But i suppose i should’ve known your heart already belonged to another”

- bonus points if you started dating barbatos or lucifer.

Barbatos

-doesnt react outwardly at all. If anything he seems even more composed than usual.

-But he becomes more formal with you. Its a subtle shift from personal to strictly proper.

-The pain is in what he doesnt say. He simply steps back… as if he was never meant to be an option for you.

-bonus points if he lost you to solomon or diavolo.

Solomom

-Masks everything with humor and teasing at first.

-Keeps things light but starts disappearing more often,harder to reach, harder to read.

-When it slips its honest and a little bitter “I suppose I miscalculated… I thought I had more time with you. More time to win your heart”

Simeon

-Accepts it with grace he wont interfere with your choices.

-Continues to treat you kindly but theres a quiet sadness behind it now.

-If you look closely you notice the restraint ”What matters is that youre happy… even if it isnt with me.”

-hes so sweet about it that it breaks your heart instead, i mean how could you ever choose someone else than him?

[pursuitsofjade]

jade's ten year plan ♡

synopsis: looking for his lecture notes, you stumble upon a (not so) secret revelation that your boyfriend had been keeping from you...

tags: established relationship, humour, u want to marry jade (I Volunteer as tribute)

wc: 1.2k

“Come in, my dear,” Jade beckons you into his room with a hand to his heart, making a show by bowing to you once you enter. 

With a giggle, you take his hand and bring your study materials to his room, occupying the familiar spot beside Jade’s chair. Your boyfriend had invited you to study with him before exam week, and it just so happened that he had some time off from the lounge to focus on his own time with you. How sweet. 

Setting up his own materials on the desk, Jade pulls out a crisp notebook from his shelf. Despite how new it looked, its pages were filled with his neat handwriting all over. Before you could comment on how smart and studious he appeared, a timer set off. 

Smiling down to where you are seated, Jade gently tells you that your drink had finished brewing. With a kiss to your hand, your eel leaves you in his room for a moment. 

That moment, however, would lead to something quite unexpected…

Deciding to get ahead on your review, you flip open your own study materials. Animal linguistics, potionology, magic history…there was a lot of material to cover. You were just thankful that your boyfriend happened to be a part of one of the smartest dorms on campus. Taking advantage of this fact, you took a peek at the notebook Jade had left open in hopes of seeing some tips for your studies. 

You were expecting to see notes on mice vocabulary, or comments about the Sea Witch’s magic. Instead, your eyes were met with a shocking sight. The first page of the notebook read: Jade Leech’s 10 Year Plan. 

Why would he leave this information laid out on the desk for anyone to see?! Well, you weren’t really just “anyone”, but still. Between respecting Jade’s privacy and your blooming curiosity for what he had written down (especially since the pages were filled to the brim!) you decide that it was his fault for leaving his things out in the open and ultimately distracting you from your studies. So this would be considered…payback? If he didn’t agree with your logic, then you decided to pull out your signature move: girlfriend pout and girlfriend googly eyes to beg for his forgiveness. 

Flipping past the title page, you see the first header of his plan: 

Graduate from Night Raven College, & corner Azul into a business partnership

Hm. Fair enough. It’s inevitable that he’d want to eventually get a bigger share of the business. You snicker at the thought of Azul cowering beneath Jade, though. 

Skipping ahead, you see quite a few pages describing his supposed internship, how much shares he would get from his future company, and even how often he would visit the Coral Sea after graduation. 

After reading through relatively normal Jade stuff, your eyes land on a peculiar point next. 

Stock up on 1000 transformation potions. 

Okaaaaay, that seems a bit extreme… and also, after all the time, Jade still wants to live on land? You didn’t know he liked it up here so much (what you also didn’t know is that you were mainly the reason why).

Moving on, you read another flustering point. On year 5, he beautifully wrote:

Purchase the ring. 

You choke on the air and immediately put a hand to your mouth in case Jade hears you and rushes to the room. You didn’t (totally did) mean to read that, but now you’re a little disappointed that it was written without your name in sight. To be fair, he could’ve just written it as a general thought for whoever he would be dating during that time (and you desperately hope that it’s still you). 

As if to assure you that he has no other eyes for any other person, fish or not, you feel your face heat up as you flip to the next page. 

Propose to and marry [Name]. 

You feel your heart stop on this one, and restrain yourself from shrieking in joy or exploding into a thousand pieces of Jade-shaped confetti, not wanting to mess up his room. Your efforts are at a loss, however, because the man of the hour comes back into the room, tea tray at hand. 

First, the both of you lock eyes. Your guilty look meeting his amused smirk. Second, both of your eyes trail off to the notebook, then back at each other. 

“I’m studying?” you pathetically say, your hand stuck page as incriminating evidence you’ve just peeked at his life’s goals you. 

Smile still intact, he chuckles behind his glove, "Are you sure you yourself know that?" Jade gracefully sets the tray down at his desk and hands you a cup, taking the seat next to you. 

You clumsily try to close the notebook, but his eyes land on the page you’ve stopped at. 

After a beat, he finally speaks, “My dear?” 

“Y-yes, Jade? I’m really so–” 

“Have you looked through page 67? I wish to fine tune the details of our wedding. While marrying near our anniversary may seem ideal, I fear you might catch a cold during our eternity float, considering that it’s close to the cold season.” 

How is he so composed?! You can’t tell if he’s upset or not. 

“Hmm, I’m not sure. I don’t think I reached that part yet…I stopped reading when you said you would catapult Azul back into the Coral Sea if he refused a partnership with you.” Feigning indifference, you finally close the notebook and push it further to his side of the desk, leaning a hand on your cheek to exaggerate your nonchalance. 

“What is this talk of Azul? I believe we both saw that you had landed on ‘Propose to and Marry [Name]’ instead of ‘Propose to and Marry Azul’.” With a little shudder, you see his smile straining a bit, and a fraction of his eyebrows twitch for a second. “Is it safe for me to assume that you are rejecting the idea of our marriage, my dear?” 

Though he jests, you can sense a hint of nervousness in his tone. Even though he appears to be completely composed, you know better than to believe what you see. His microexpressions tell you otherwise, and you’ve spent enough time with him to know that he is uneasy.

“What?! Of course I do! I mean, I just thought that you’d get upset at me for snooping through your things...it was very tempting, you know,” You ignore the fact that he had strategically opened the notebook near your position and looked at him in the eyes, “I’d want nothing more with you.” 

Jade himself feels his little eel heart skip a beat, and lets out a little huff to ease his nerves. At the sound of your confirmation, he puts his hand to his chest yet again and gives you a small bow, “Then I look forward to it, beloved.” 

With a grin and an amused expression etched onto his handsome features, he looks up at you from his bow, “Are you still in the mood for studying, dear Prefect? Or perhaps you’d like to flesh out some of the plans with me?” 

Smiling back at him, you reach out to give him a small pinch to his cheek, “Now first, tell me, how in the world are you going to collect 1000 transformation potions?!” 

Extra:  A few spaces after the marriage plan, Jade jots down a short and sweet list you completely missed: 

He has compiled a detailed list of baby names. Possible option if your child were to be a boy or a girl, the meanings behind them, and backup options if you were to have your own twins. 

It seems that he has accounted for and is thrilled to have you in his future more than you anticipated.

[rotten-despair]

i see writing reqs are o-open.. what?! it’s not like im gonna req something or anything!! hmph..! 😖😖😖 but well.. if you really w-wanna know.. c-could i req rook with a REALLY photogenic reader? 🥺🥺🥺 rook and reader arent in a relationship.. YET but love at first sight plspslslsls.. or if thats too complicated just make them in a relationship 🥺🥺🥺

Him with a very photogenic reader

Featuring: Rook Hunt

A/N:the balls it takes to request this WITHOUT ANON is kinda wild, respect vrah respect 🫡🫡

rook first notices you through a photograph. not in person, not during class, not even at a school event, but through a single candid image someone happened to show him while scrolling through pictures from a recent gathering. the moment he saw you, he paused. you weren't even the focus of the photograph. you stood somewhere in the background, talking to another student, completely unaware of the camera. yet somehow his attention went directly to you. the lighting framed your face perfectly, your expression was relaxed and genuine, and the entire image looked less like a random snapshot and more like something carefully composed by a professional photographer.

curious, rook asked to see more photographs from the event. then more from other events. then more from entirely different occasions. the result was always the same. every picture of you looked beautiful. not because you were posing. not because you were trying. you simply existed, and somehow every camera seemed to adore you. whether you were laughing with friends, carrying books across campus, helping grim with something ridiculous, or sitting beneath a tree reading quietly, every photograph captured something special. most people had awkward pictures hidden away somewhere. embarrassing photos they hoped would never see the light of day. yet somehow every image of you looked like it belonged in a gallery.

naturally, rook became fascinated. then he met you in person, and somehow things became even worse. the photographs had been beautiful, certainly, but they hadn't captured the way your eyes brightened whenever you became excited about something. they hadn't captured your voice, your laugh, your little habits, or the countless expressions that made you uniquely you. the more time rook spent around you, the more he found himself wanting to preserve those moments. he began taking photographs whenever you allowed it. at first he asked every time, but eventually it became normal. you would glance up from a book and find him holding a camera. you would hear a click while talking and discover he'd captured a candid moment. sometimes sunlight would catch your face just right and rook would appear as though summoned by fate itself.

the truly unfair part was that every single photograph turned out perfectly. eventually he stopped trying to understand it. instead, he simply accepted that cameras loved you almost as much as he did. the realization that his feelings had become something more happened so gradually that he barely noticed it. admiration became affection. affection became longing. longing became love. somewhere along the way, he began looking for you first in every crowd. his favorite photographs somehow always featured your smile. a good day became even better if he happened to spend it with you. the only problem was that rook himself failed to notice what everyone else had already figured out months ago.

vil noticed. epel noticed. even students who barely interacted with him noticed. yet rook remained blissfully unaware until one afternoon when you accidentally opened the wrong folder while helping him organize photographs. instantly, your eyes widened. there were hundreds of pictures inside. hundreds. every single one was of you. some were candid. some were from school events. some showed you laughing. others showed you studying, talking, walking, or simply existing. the sheer number of photographs was honestly a little alarming. slowly, you looked up. rook had gone completely still. for perhaps the first time in his life, he looked genuinely embarrassed.

"rook..." you began cautiously. "why do you have this many pictures of me?" for a moment neither of you spoke. then his expression softened into something far gentler than his usual dramatic smiles. "because," he admitted quietly, "from the moment i met you, i found myself wanting to remember every version of your smile." your brain immediately stopped functioning, meanwhile rook finally realized exactly how attached he'd become to you. judging by the faint pink dusting his cheeks, that realization hit him at the exact same moment it hit you.

[heartsiebyul]

Could you pretty please write if the reader called the beast-men (yes I called them that) a good boy Not Smut but silly billy

あ ─── ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Good Boy ੯·̀͡⬮

featuring — Savanaclaw.

✮ ── 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫

The warm afternoon sun filtered lazily through the open windows, warming the already quiet lounge of Savanaclaw. At the center couch, Leona lay sprawled like a large lion basking in sunlight, one arm draped over his eyes as if the world itself was too bothersome to look at. Across the room, Ruggie shot you a desperate look. “C’mon, man… you’re the only one he might listen to” he whispered. Ruggie had been convincing his dorm leader for the past 30 mins to go to his housewarden meeting, but every attempt was met with a lazy flick of his tail and a dismissive grunt. Quietly, Ruggie slipped away, leaving the responsibility entirely on your shoulders.

You sighed and approached slowly, crouching beside the couch. “Leona… you have a meeting. You just have 20 minutes to prep.” No response, just the slow flick of an ear beneath his messy hair. You tried again, nudging his shoulder lightly while explaining how important it was for him to attend the meeting. He grumbled something about it being “a waste of time.” You sweat-dropped and added, “If you skip again, the others are going to complain.” The lion beastman only shifted slightly, one eye cracking open with visible annoyance. “Sounds like a them problem” he muttered, turning slightly away and making it very clear he had no intention of moving an inch.

You finally groaned in defeat before muttering, “Fine. I’ll do anything you want if you go.” That finally caught his attention. His hand lowered from his eyes and he looked at you. “Well now,” he drawled, a sly smirk forming on his lips, “you’re the one who said it.” His eyes gleamed with mischief as he lazily counted on his fingers. “Kiss me. Hug me. Nap with me… and stick by my side all the time.” His voice was teasing, clearly enjoying the way you stared at him. You only sighed and chuckled softly before replying with exaggerated politeness, “I’ll do anything His Majesty wants.” He scoffed at the title but looked faintly amused. “Tch… fine. I’ll go.” With a reluctant grunt, he pushed himself upright and stretched, clearly deciding your promise was worth the trouble. His ears twitched while he sat up. Watching them flick like that made your hand move on its own, gently patting the top of his head.

“Good boy” you murmured. Leona stared at you flatly, utterly unimpressed, his eyes narrowing slightly. Yet you grinned and added, “Hey, I said I’d do anything you want, so let me have this.” He flicked your forehead, causing you to whine softly, and he smirked. “Just this once”

Until it was time for the meeting, Leona ended up stretched across the couch again, this time with his head resting in your lap. Your fingers slowly brushed through his soft hair, occasionally scratching behind his ears while he pretended to be annoyed about it. The faint swish of his tail betrayed how comfortable he actually was. When you finally reminded him he had to go, he grumbled under his breath but pushed himself up, leaving only after one last lazy glance at you.

☆ ── 𝐑𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢

The cafeteria at Night Raven College was louder than usual today. Students crowded around the serving area, all eager to grab the special lunch menu that was being offered for free.

After staring at the overwhelming crowd for several minutes, you eventually gave up and settled for a plain bread roll before moving aside to sit down.

“Eh? Is that all you’re gonna eat?” came a familiar voice beside you. Ruggie leaned over your shoulder, his eyes staring at the lonely piece of bread in your hand. “There’s a special menu today, y’know. Free too.” You chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah… but look at that crowd.”

The moment the words left your mouth, Ruggie’s grin widened into something mischievous. “Heh. Leave it to me.” Before you could stop him, he dashed straight into the chaotic crowd like a hyena diving for prey.

You waited nervously, hearing occasional shouts and complaints from the line. Somehow, barely five minutes later, Ruggie reappeared at your table triumphantly holding a tray. “I got your special bread! And lucky you, it’s your favorite pastry too, shishishi!” he laughed proudly.

“You didn’t have to do that… but thank you, baby.” His ears twitched immediately, his cheeks turning a little pink. He rubbed the back of his neck with a grin. “Well, it ain’t free. It’ll cost ya, y’know.” “And what’s the price?” you asked with a smile. Ruggie leaned closer with a smug grin, his small fangs visible and ears perked up eagerly. Watching him look so proud of himself made your heart melt.

Without thinking, you reached out and ruffled his messy hair between his ears. “You worked hard getting through that crowd… good boy.” For a split second he froze, blinking at you. Then he laughed loudly, his tail wagging behind him. “Heh?! What was that?!” But he didn’t pull away from your hand. Instead, he leaned slightly into the affection while pretending he was only focused on eating the extra pastry he had snuck for himself.

★ ── 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥

The afternoon training field behind Savanaclaw was filled with the rhythmic sounds of feet hitting the ground. Jack had been exercising for hours, pushing through his usual intense routine while you sat nearby on the grass with snacks and a water bottle. Every now and then, you lifted your phone to record him to keep track of his progress and because you enjoyed watching his dedication.

Now he stood at the starting line for his final sprint of the day. His breathing was steady but focused, his eyes locked on the track ahead. “I’m ready when you are” you said, gripping a timer in one hand and a small horn in the other. Jack nodded firmly, lowering himself into position.

The moment you pressed the horn, the sharp sound echoed across the field. Jack launched forward instantly, his powerful legs carrying him down the track with incredible speed. His tail streamed behind him as he pushed harder than before, determined to beat his last record.

You watched the timer anxiously, then looked up just as he crossed the finish line. The numbers stopped and your eyes widened. “Jack! You beat it!” you shouted, running toward him excitedly. He turned to you, breathing heavily but smiling with quiet pride.

“I did it” he said, his tail swishing happily behind him while his ears twitched. Seeing that rare, satisfied expression made you grin. “Hey Jack… get down a little.” He looked confused but leaned down slightly anyway.

Your hand gently landed on his head, ruffling his hair between his ears. “You work really hard, good boy”

Jack immediately straightened up, his face turning red. “D-Don’t say that so casually!” he protested, clearly flustered. Yet his tail continued wagging uncontrollably behind him.

You laughed softly and grabbed your bag. “C’mon, let’s head back.” Jack looked away for a moment, trying to regain his composure, but a small smile remained on his face. “Yeah” he said quietly, his tail still wagging slightly as the two of you began walking back together.

Author’s Note I'M BACK !!

I should really stop announcing when I’m going to post or what I’ll do next because I just end up jinxing myself. I’m very sorry. 😭

[mika-the-xd]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝓣hinking about devoted men that would do anything and everything just for you to smile.

It's such a hassle to get close to them, enough so that they consider you as a friend, much more now that you two have become lovers.

Love makes you do things strange to others. And they are a prime example of that— every step you take, every breath, and every touch you make, sends them spiraling in of delirium. They never knew that love could feel like this, this painful curling inside their chest that they want to keep feeling forever, this unexplainable happiness they feel when they see you, it's so overwhelming in ways they didn't think they'd experience.

Idia didn't think that he'd ever get a partner, dear sevens, he didn't even spare that a thought considering how cursed he is— why would he when he's destined to be miserable forever? Bounded by his fate in STYX. Well... Until you came along— with your persistence and determination to be friends, eventually, he found himself here, in his room, acting domestic with you. The two of you were playing a cozy game while being drapped all over eachother as if you two were clothes. It was comforting, it was soft, and he was undeniably overwhelmed with love that he wanted to barf at how domestic this was. "Y'know... This is starting to feel like a shoujo epilogue where the two leads are acting all domestic to eachother" he remarked while resting his head on your shoulder, "you think?" You replied while leaning on his head, he hummed in response.

Silver thought that he'd never have a partner considering that he's Malleus's knight: he'd be too busy ensuring his liege is safe and making sure that no misfortune falls on him— as knights tended to do. But, to his surprise, he's now dating you, his dream come true. Now, he didn't really think that he'd fall into a love-trap™ straight into your arms, however, as the two of you sat underneath a tree as the sun sets, he can't help but think that he was destined to fall into that trap, no matter how deep he'd fall into it, and he didn't mind. No not at all, not as the two of you held hands underneath the sunset. "Hey Silver, what do you want to do when we graduate?" You asked as you snuggled onto his chest, he glanced down with a smile as he traced your features with his eyes, "live with you" he replied with a love sick grin, you giggled "you're so silly Silver— of course we'd live together"

Malleus used to wonder what love would feel like— would it feel like a sudden crash into your life that settles too quickly that it becomes too overwhelming to bear? Or would it be like a soft feeling in your chest that settles ever so slowly as you continue to sink further into a rabbit hole? He needed to know. And... Well he didn't really need to wonder anymore now that you're here— the answer to all his questions, and he found that... It was all of those things at the same time. It was like a sudden diversion to his life that he realized slowly through the years with you— and he didn't even realize it in a dramatic way, with the two of you underneath the stars laughing together. Dear sevens, no. That was the most outrageous part, because he realized it while you two were in Diasomnia's kitchen in the middle of the night, hanging out. While you were preparing a late night snack because you got hungry, he stumbled upon you while he was doing his stroll. Now, he stood behind you, hugging your waist as you prepared your snack, leaning and snuggling against you as you tried to support both of your weight. "Hey Malleus, do you think we'll be soulmates in every universe?" He thought of an answer to your question for a second before he responded, "I already think that we are in this one" you laughed, "you're so cheesy" you snorted, he smiled and leaned onto you, "if it makes you laugh, then I don't see the problem in acting 'cheesy' " he remarked.

Vil thought that he'd be too busy to entertain the very act of being in love— being a young actor, a housewarden, and a student can be allot to manage, so adding love to the mix can definitely stress him out even more. So the surprise he felt when he realized that he was in love with you sent him spiraling. He kept thinking at how busy he is to even entertain the thought of it, at how stressful it is to announce to the whole world, that their favorite actor has a partner now. However... He's come to realize that love isn't about the big gestures, it's as simple as staying beside them. Like right now: as you layed in your bed, sick, sniffling and coughing as he sat beside you feeding you soup. "What did I tell you about dancing in the rain?" He scolded, but you paid no mind in his scolding, and instead grinned, "I think it was worth it— dancing in the rain with you, this is just a small price to pay" you smiled, then coughed again, he shook his head disapprovingly, but held a tiny smile, "of course you do"

Jamil already had allot on his plate, from Kalim, to being a vice-housewarden, he had almost everything in his arms that thinking about love made it more overwhelming. As Kalim's servant, he didn't need to think about all those. But, sometimes, as he sat in the kitchen isle, he can't help but wonder what it will be like to have someone share this burden. To have someone with him in the kitchen preparing food, to have someone with him doing laundry, to have someone with him that didn't feel overwhelming. And as he glanced at you getting flour all over your face, he thinks 'I already have one' as he rolled his eyes with a smile as you swiped jam on his nose, "boop!" You giggled, he sighed as he leaned onto your face, "y'know we don't have time for this" he scolded, you laughed and cupped his face with your hands, "I think we have plenty of time" you grinned as you leaned in back.

𝗔/𝗻: men that I think would love their partner deeply and would act domestic with them 🫶 lately writers block has been knawing at me hard, so this was literally a pain in the ass to write 😭 I'm so glad that ficlets/drabbles exists because if not I would've been dead by now

[aureliawhispers]

Ace, who watches as you and Malleus fall in love.

And he can't help but think, he's been here all this time, so what does Malleus have that he doesn't? Why couldn't it have been him?

He teases you about how funny and scary you were falling for Malleus Draconia, but deep down, every laugh feels heavier because he wishes it were him.

"Seriously, Prefect? Out of all the guys, you go for the big scary dragon?" he teases one afternoon, tossing a lazy grin your way.

You laugh, rolling your eyes. "Oh, shut up, Ace."

He laughs with you, but deep down, every chuckle feels heavier because he wishes it were him.

He notices the little things: the way your face lights up when Malleus appears, how you stay behind after class just to chat with him, how Malleus bends his intimidating aura just for you.

He jokes around to cover up the pain, but when he sees how genuinely happy you are with Malleus, it feels like a punch to his gut.

But, he can't hate Malleus either, no, not when he can see how happy and comfortable he makes you feel. Sees how your laughter lasts longer, sees how you lean onto Malleus more.

Ace tells himself that he's fine with it, he's fine with just being your friend. That this was for the best, because if you're happy, then he's fine with it.

At least, that's what he keeps telling himself.

note: hi, hello, it is I again 😈 was listening to 'you belong with me' when I had this idea AHAHAH

[ramshacklemouse]

are requests still open...? (6ᴗ6)

i loveddd the post "rollo sweeps you off your feet" and especially the diasomnia one..... i know this is a very cliche ask, and i would honestly understand if you'd prefer to skip it, but i'd like to see your take on how the competition between rollo and malleus would be like! the contrast would be pretty interesting.....

for sure!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ princess treatment 2: the princess wars

the princesses in question are rollo and malleus

continuation of this

summary: NRC students malleus reacts to rollo sweeping you off your feet type of post: headcanons characters: rollo, malleus additional information: romantic, reader is yuu, reader is gender neutral, somewhat angsty, possibly ooc idk it's all headcanons babey

Do I think that Rollo would give up on his hopes for a world without magic and go straight to being docile and nice? HELL(fire) NO, he is petty and takes his grudges to his grave.

Do I also think that he's not this completely narrow-minded caricature of a bigot who's hell(fire)bent on destroying magic and that characterization of him is shallow? Well yeah.

Simply put, I don't think Rollo just forgives and forgets, but I also don't think he's obsessive about ~beating Malleus Draconia~ in the way I've seen people describe. Mostly because Rollo's hatred of magic is not his only personality trait.

...Additionally, Rollo is a patient man, not to mention non-confrontational. He's willing to brood in the shadows and play the waiting game while watching for another opportunity to present itself.

In the meantime, he's got other things going on for him.

Mainly? This neat little magicless weirdo who adopted him on a whim, opening their arms (and their dorm) when they knew no one else would have him.

...Now, for contrast? Cool, smooth Malleus Draconia, professional emotional repressor, has only felt truly afraid of one person, which is Rollo Flamme, and only two times.

The first was in the bell tower during the fire lotus fiasco.

The second was seeing how quickly Rollo had won you over.

It sort of makes sense.

The very first stranger who didn't fear him, who befriended him, who defended him, who spoke of him without shame, could surely learn to love anyone, and Rollo was no exception to that rule. Malleus could understand why you would forgive him so easily, why you would grant him shelter and let him drink out of the cup of your hand, as you did him.

But this... is a little too much.

Right?

The hand-holding, the gentle nudges, the whispers and giggles, and closeness that Rollo demands and that you supply without question, without caution, it drives Malleus out of his mind.

And Rollo? Totally careless.

Yes, he still dislikes Malleus, and he especially dislikes your friendship with him.

But is he going after the guy? Is he dragging him out into the square and burning him at the stake? Is he going on grand speeches about the great evil that is Malleus Draconia?

No.

Because Rollo, when not engulfed in flame, is the very same calm, measured Student Council President that they had met before lotuses spread through the city of flowers like wildfire.

That is to say... he doesn't spare a second glance at Malleus.

I would hardly consider it a competition when it's just Malleus' one-sided insecurity beating against a brick wall.

Rollo knows he's already won, or at least he feels that he has. And Malleus? Oh, it drives him crazy.

Coward, he calls him. Dishonorable liar!

But Rollo is just cruising by, arm-in-arm with you, whispering sweet somethings that make you smile...

There's no battles, no blasts of lighting and fire, not even any witty back-and-forth between the two men.

It's not a rivalry as much as it is a petty, one-sided slap fight. Malleus trying to grab your attention, Rollo rolling his eyes and moving you along, you at the center of the conflict, not a care in the world.

No feats of magic, no enchanting evenings at mysterious balls or midnight strolls in mystical forests, no amount of humor or interesting conversation seems to get through to you- you respond to it as you always have, which is, well, with rapt attention and an overabundance of gratitude, but it's the same you give Rollo, and so it's simply not enough anymore.

He just doesn't get it. Rollo is a homebody who avoids using magic like the plague, his lineage is not noble nor does he come from a particularly interesting place, and he doesn't even like gargoyles that much! What in the world could he possibly have that Malleus does not? What could he provide for you? What hole does he fill?

For once in his life, Malleus is mad that his status doesn't mean anything to you.

The weather in Diasomnia has been pretty nasty, lately.

[ramshacklemouse]

I really want to see the others being jealous of rollo other than the ones you did, if it is isn’t too much to ask😓😭

I didn't have any fresh ideas for this and so I asked my friend and she gave me the best response possible, so here's that

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ princess treatment 3: the princess and the weeb

continuation of this and this

summary: NRC students idia reacts to rollo sweeping you off your feet type of post: headcanons characters: rollo, idia (being jelly) additional information: romantic, reader is yuu, reader is gender neutral

Idia Shroud hates, hates, HATES when people mess with his things.

Seriously. No teachers will be taking his phone, no first years getting their grubby fingers on his tablet, and no one will be having a sip from his energy drink- uh, contamination risk, guys? Gross.

Both IRL and digital, Idia Shroud values his privacy and personal space very much, thank you.

In short, he does not like sharing, and when he really likes something (or someone, in this particular instance) he can get majorly jealous. Cringey fanfiction levels of jealous.

So, this new guy Rollo (total SSR troublemaker, by the way) moves in, and suddenly you no longer find Idia all that funny.

Huh? What?

It's like your personality changed overnight.

You stopped laughing at his self-deprecating jokes and post-ironic ironic commentary, you preferred keeping a sleep schedule to pulling all-nighters with him, and you no longer took part in making fun of the shallow normies that plague campus. And it's been making him crazy.

Last week? He asked if you wanted to binge this new magical girl anime that everyone on Magicord is talking about, and you said (with a straight face) "Isn't that sort of thing for little kids?"

THE HORROR.

His face is still frozen in shock, seven days later.

Suddenly you're all about dumb things like studying and going outside and taking care of yourself. Eating a balanced diet, going to bed at a reasonable time, SOCIALIZING- like some kind of normie!

At first, Idia thought that Rollo guy was holding you hostage.

...Or he cloned you.

"Who are you and what have you done with the Prefect?" was Idia's first thought when you said you were trying to get healthier.

Turns out that Rollo has just been lending you some of his own allowance to afford better groceries and taking you on light walks... helping you study and recommending you books that are "more mature" than the anime Idia tends to enjoy...

...He's definitely up to something.

Idia has TRIED snapping you out of it, but nothing works!

When you told Idia that Rollo had been restoring the gardens around Ramshackle so you have "something more pleasant to look at", apparently gagging was not the right response.

And when you said you thought Rollo sending you flowers was cute, not cringe? Idia shuddered at your glare.

Then you said maybe Idia would feel better if he got full night of sleep and sat in the sun for a while...

...And that was the final straw.

Something had to be done!

...Er... well... if Idia felt brave enough to confront Rollo face-to-face (which he didn't).

He was planning on hacking Rollo's phone and spilling some dirty secrets (a guy like that has to have something...) but then he noticed the ancient BRICK that Rollo calls a cell phone, and his hopes were withered.

But this is far from over!

Idia infamously can't let anything go, and he takes his grudges to the grave... if that loser wants a nerd-off, oh, Idia will give him a nerd-off!

[itsameaera]

Heyyy- I was wondering if I could request a Leona x male reader either Drabble or headcanons where when it’s just the two of them Leona gets really clingy like a velcro cat but tries to be subtle about it? Say the reader is trying to read a book or scroll on their phone while cuddling with him and Leona (oh so very subtly-) nudges his way in front of it? Don’t even try paying attention to something else bc why would you? Pay attention to him not some stupid book or video. I just think the situation would be cute. Make sure to take care of yourself and have a good day! :)

【❝Velcro Boyfriend❞】

【Synopsis: In which Leona turns into a clingy housecat — not literally, though】

【Featuring: Leona Kingscholar】

【Tags: male reader, established relationship, ooc Leona, clingy Leona, fluff, kinda crack, idk my brain ain’t working rn, no beta bc I’m too tired, possible typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I missed any tags】

【Word count: 0.5k】

【a/n: hi hi anon. I’m lowkey tired and out of it so I’m gonna keep this note pretty short lol. 1) sorry for how long this took ti get posted. Life’s been kicking me in the ass these last few weeks. 2) I’m still getting back into the swing of writing again after being on break, so my apologies if this isn’t up to my usual standard. 3) Uh there is no three lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this despite the long wait. (*^▽^*)】

【Divider by: @/saradika-graphics】

There's something wrong with Leona.

Not in the physical sense, of course, but in a way more… personal, so to speak. While Leona may be of a perfectly sound mind and body, the same can't exactly be said for his rather subtle shift in personality.

Like most things do, everything started off innocuous enough.

Leona's always liked to cuddle. It's something of a guilty habit of his, one you've indulged in without complaint since you first became his boyfriend. Usually, the lion would only pull you close and when he wanted to go to sleep, but now you find yourself trapped in his embrace pretty much every hour of every day. You'll never complain about receiving a little bit of love and attention from Leona, but it became a bit much when he started timing how long it took you to use the bathroom.

"Three minutes."

"Huh?"

"It took you three minutes to go piss. You left me alone for three whole minutes, one hundred eighty seconds, herbivore."

"Uh, my bad?"

"Yeah, you're bad. Do better next time. Now, c'mere so I can start makin' up for those three minutes without you."

One would think Leona would at least be gracious enough to let you keep yourself entertained while he uses you as his own personal pillow, but that's, unfortunately, not the case. It's already hard enough to find a comfortable position to read a book or doomscroll on your phone with your heavy ass boyfriend laying his full weight on top of you, but doing so is even harder thanks to the fact that he seems to only want your attention on him and him alone. Literally, every time you look to turn your attention anywhere else but Leona, he pops up right in your way to block your view of whatever dares to steal your focus away from him.

"Can you move your head?"

"No."

"No?"

"You heard me, smartass. The answer is no. You're always on that damn phone anyway, so how about you put it down and give your attention to something that actually matters."

"If you want attention you can just ask, Leona."

"Quiet."

"Damn, alright. I guess I'll just… stare at the wall until I pass out from boredom."

Thankfully, you were finally able to reach for your phone or one of the heavy tomes on Leona's bedside table when he finally fell asleep and was no longer conscious enough to nag you about paying attention to anything other than him. Despite your initial annoyance with your boyfriend and his antics, this newfound clinginess of his is, admittedly, quite nice. Sure, being confined to his bed and scolded for taking 'too long' in the bathroom or spending too much time on your phone — not to mention his grumbling everything you stopped running your fingers through his hair — but you get to see him all soft and kind and lovey-dovey, so it's all worth it.

For now, you'll endure the grumbles and complaining for a chance to have Leona all to yourself. Hopefully, Leona won't put up too much of a fight when it comes time for you to leave the comfort of his embrace and reenter the world outside your little bubble.

[telephoniii]

Could we get overblot boys reacting to reader calling them "baby" or "babe" for the first time in the relationship? Like "thank you baby" after they hand you a book or something? I LOVE YOUR WRITING PLEASE

WHATS A MATTER BABY?

☆彡 in which you call them 'baby' for the first time

overblot boys x gn!reader (separate)

word count: 250+ each

tags: lighthearted fluff, the boys are flustered, I love them their such inexperienced losers

a/n: i LIVE for these kinda scenarios! so cute omg, i love my boys. i hope you're having a good day :>

riddle rosehearts

He's incredibly new to the whole "relationship" stuff. Not too long ago, he had just learned how to be a friend? Now he needs to learn how to be more than a friend?! Needless to say, it was challenging. Though, of course, Riddle would never back away just because something was 'hard'. To his record, he was doing a pretty good job. Reading up on some romance history text books, in no time he was the perfect gentleman. Opening doors for you, making a designated you time, even kissing you when the time was appropriate! However, no paragraph could prepare him for what you did. Bidding him goodbye after helping set up a unbirthday party with a quick kiss to the cheek and casual, "Have fun, baby." Best believe he turned the same shade as his hair. He short-circuited for a moment, not fully processing the pet name until you were gone. Riddle could hear the giggles from the freshman already, causing him to whip his head around and demand they get back to work. The red on his face wasn't the usual anger, but a symbol of the effect you had on him. After the whole debacle, he did end up texting you, "I saved you a tart, baby." Cater was the one who convinced him. Riddle was sweating bullets, literally shaking like the name "baby" was some forbidden word. He seemed to melt further when you replied, "Thanks, babe! See you soon!" Now babe was a ballpark he was not ready for.

leona kingscholar

He hates it. Get that sappy stuff out of his face. Leona can't help but associate it with those really bad romance movies that try to be sexy. The nickname just never lands right and always comes off as trying too hard... Well, that is until you call him it, of course. He's caught off guard when you say it during your normal banter with him as he tries to pull you back to bed. "Professor will kill me if I miss another lecture, baby." Leona was about to retort but was interrupted by an involuntary shiver. After realizing what you said, he shot you a disgusted look. For a second, you genuinely thought there was a bug on you or something. "Baby?... Gross. Go to your 'important' lecture already." He grumbled, knitting his brows together. Ever the dramatic, he even rolls in bed to face his back toward you. That gave you the ample opportunity to come up behind him and tease, asking if he really didn't like the pet name 'baby' that much. Leona didn't respond, simply pretending to be asleep to ignoring your mockery. "Aww, come on. Won't even look at me, baby?" He puts an end to your fun by grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back to bed with him. A small growl leaves his throat. "You're disgusting. Herbivores these days." The annoyance in his eyes and voice was so beautifully fake that you couldn't help but lean in closer, whispering the word "baby" in his ear again. Leona shivers before clamping a hand over your mouth, a scowl on his face. "Call me that again and I'm biting."

azul ashengrotto

He's not at all used to affection like that. Hearing you call him that name genuinely makes his heart start pounding like crazy and he's left frozen. Azul doesn't move for a good minute or two before dramatically shouting, "BABY!?" He wasn't aware your relationship was at that point. 'Baby', in his mind, is old, married couple level. He tries really hard to play it cool, clearing his throat and slicking back his hair. "How bold of you, dear... Is this a trick? Are you trying to prove something?" He doesn't really believe you have ulterior motives, he just says it to change the topic and get the attention off him. That's an incredibly difficult thing to do though when he's blushing up a storm. There's no use in calling him out on that though since he'll just go full gaslighter mode. "Hm? No, I'm not flustered. Why would I be flustered...b... baby?" When he tries to say it, it's all stuttered and messed up. "If anything, you're the flustered one. Didn't expect me to call out your trickery, hm? I'm not falling for these mind games." The mind games in question being the fact you love your boyfriend btw. He'll get used to it the longer your relationship goes on, of course. However, for the moment, he can't process the fact you like him enough to call him by such an affectionate name without any mockery. It's foreign and embarrassing, because now all he can think of is the two of you growing old together, resting by the shore, and naturally calling each other 'baby'.

jamil viper

He doesn't have a huge reaction, but he does get embarrassed. It probably catches him off-guard, especially if he was doing something else at the moment, such as cooking or hanging up decorations. Jamil hears the word slip from your lips and immediately darts his head toward you, quietly processing the fact that you called him that. A small scoff escapes him as he pulls down his hood to hide the light blush dusting his cheeks. He'll murmur something along the lines of, "Whatever, babe." Then get back to work. But don't let this dismissal lead you to thinking he wasn't affected! If the blush wasn't enough, watch him closely as he finishes up whatever task he's working on, and you'll see a faint hint of a smile on his lips. Even as he continues his vice housewarden and royal retainer duties, he can't get your simple pentane out of his head. He knows it's normal for couples to call each other that. Jamil has heard it many times and always cringed. However, it's different being at the receiving end of such adoration. This rings especially true when the person speaking it is someone he fancies. He won't admit anything if you try to call him out on the reaction, simply stating that the Scarabian heat is getting to him or that he's too close to the stove. But both you and this Viper know the truth. He's totally weak to you calling him 'baby'. The name is quick to become the norm for the relationship. Even if you don't say it often, he took this as a go-ahead to begin calling you 'baby' frequently. It's rarely in front of other people, he hates public affection, but in private it's his go-to. Just imagine him in bed beside you, sleepily murmuring, "How was your day, baby?"

vil schoenheit

Unfazed. He's been called 'baby' and has called other people 'baby' before on set. So when you refer to him as such out-of-the-blue, he simply responds as he normally would. Just as you think all hope of getting a reaction out of him is lost and turn to leave, however, he'll grab you by the chin to guide you back to him. "I like that name on your lips. Baby. Keep calling me that, darling. Wear it out to your heart's contents." Ever the smooth. It's almost frustrating just how smooth he is. He'll seal the deal with a kiss as well, leaving his own purple lipstick stain on your cheek. It doesn't matter if you're in public or not. Who wouldn't want to be marked by the Queen himself anyways? Since he's expressed his liking for the pet name, if you try to refer to him by name in a private setting, he'll be pouty. Sure, if it's maybe once or twice you just refer to him by name, it could be a genuine slip of the mind. But if you continuously do so? He'll pout and do things to draw your attention to him in order to jog your memory. Kissing your neck, running his hands down your sides, sitting way too close... If you still don't get the memo, he'll simply whisper into your ear, "What happened to 'Baby'? Did I do something to have the name revoked?" If you're holding out on him just for the sake of teasing, he'll tease you right back, purposefully refusing you his sweet affection till you return the pet name that was rightfully his. What a drama queen, huh?

idia shroud

Oh crud. He's doomed. No warning? No heads-up text that this was happening? No, "Hey, Idia! Prepare to have your breath taken away and thoughts consumed by one singular word!" Why would you do this to him? His flames immediately burst. If he was typing on his keyboard, he stops. If he was in the middle of a game, he pauses almost instantaneously. He doesn't know how to respond. It takes some super extroverted level of charisma to form a proper response to that. Instead, he's left stuttering and barely able to talk. If he does, it's nothing past incoherent murmurs. If you keep calling him it, he'll actually go into a ball; bringing his legs up to his chest to hide. He's so flustered it hurts. Have you no mercy for an inexperienced, introverted shut-in like him? Truly evil... Once he reaches his tipping point, he'll eventually shout out, "ENOUGH! ENOUGH! GAHH!" His heart can't take it. "Talk about a total surprise attack... Super effective. It's brutal using all these advantages to gain the upper hand like this... truly evil..." Eventually, he'll just want to cuddle and hide his face against you. He never does get used to the name. This happens nearly every time you call him 'baby'. He'll rarely call you 'babe' or 'baby' too outside of a joking context. It just feels too outgoing and charismatic for him. Like he's the protagonist of some corny visual novel... if he were, he'd play your route every time. UGH! He can't believe you've got him thinking stupid thoughts like that. What have you done to him...

malleus draconia

Okay, he's not going to get it at first, but he's a fast learner. When he hears the name fall from your lips at first, he looks at you funny. He's clueless, but an amused grin appears on his face nonetheless. "... I am a being far past your years, yet you refer to me as though I'm a toddler. How funny." That's the time where you should explain that, no, you don't mean baby as in newborn, you mean baby as in love of my life. It's no different than his own pet name, 'child of man'. Despite the explanation, Malleus thinks it's an odd nickname, especially for someone of his standing. However, it'll grow on him quickly the more you use it. Hearing you use it exclusively for him, saying it in such a sweet tone, has a him swooning. Every time he hears it leave your lips, he has the urge to just hold you close and snuggle against you. Once you start using 'baby' on him, you're not allowed to go back to his first name. If you do, he'll still respond, but he'll give you such a sad little pout it'll make even Grim start to feel a little guilty. Malleus loves being yours, and you calling him 'babe' is just a subtle way of claiming him. I don't exactly see him using 'baby' back to you, but I think he'll start implementing pet names such as 'darling' or 'my love'. He truly adores you so much and hearing you refer to him in such a way makes his heart swell.

[rotten-despair]

vil is not a jealous person. at least, that's what he tells himself right up until the moment it actually happens. the two of you are walking through a shopping mall together, casually browsing stores while vil gives his usual brutally honest fashion commentary, when a stranger stops you to give a compliment. nothing romantic. nothing flirtatious. they simply tell you that they love your outfit or think you have a nice smile before wishing you a good day and moving on. the interaction lasts less than a minute. completely harmless. yet the moment you shyly thank them and visibly blush from the unexpected praise, something strange twists in vil's chest. he doesn't even realize he's staring until you've already turned back toward him, still looking flustered. the rest of the shopping trip continues normally... except vil suddenly finds himself paying far more attention to you than before. he notices the way your face is still a little pink. the small smile lingering on your lips. the obvious happiness that a simple compliment brought you. it's ridiculous, really. he receives compliments every day. why should this bother him? and yet, after several minutes of silently stewing, he finally lets out a sigh. "honestly," he says, crossing his arms. "you look as though someone just handed you the crown jewels." you laugh and explain that compliments from strangers are rare and therefore memorable. to your surprise, vil immediately looks offended on your behalf. "rare?" he stops walking altogether. "do people not tell you these things?" before you can answer, he's already launching into a detailed explanation of everything admirable about you. your style. your smile. your kindness. the way you carry yourself. the list just keeps going. by the time he's finished, you're even more flustered than before, and vil finally seems satisfied. only then does he continue walking as though nothing happened. when you jokingly ask if he was jealous, he nearly trips over his own feet. "don't be ridiculous." the answer comes far too quickly. unfortunately for him, the faint pink dusting his cheeks completely destroys whatever dignity he was trying to preserve.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

How do you think the two of them would act when they're in loveeeeeee? <3

(Rielle & Mina i mean)

I rewatched lots of Ariel, Jasmine, Eric, and Aladdin clips to help me write this, since I think Rielle and Mina would have traits of both princesses and princes ^^ It made me really appreciate how much emotion the Disney animators were able to convey in just the characters’ faces.

Curiouser and Curiouser…

Rielle…

… is the type to fall fast and fall hard. In a perpetual state of limerence.

He's terrible at hiding it. His expressions always give him away--those longing gazes that linger like the smell of the sea on the beach, snuck glances even when he knows his crush is looking. Always looks at his crush like they’re the most valuable treasure in the entire world.

It’s not even limited to The Looks he gives. There’s so many other telltale signs: sighing and giggling randomly, daydreaming, wandering with no destination in mind, rambling about nothing in particular, spacing out mid-conversation, etc.

Big believer in "love at first sight" and gushes to his friends about it. Gets defensive when Minajael someone else tells him, "Slow down. You can't marry someone you just met. You barely even know them." (Rielle’s response: “You can if it’s true love!!”)

… He speaks to statues and busts as though they were his crush. Like he’ll flutter his lashes, lean on the statues/busts, and swoon 😭 “What? Run away with you… B-But it’s so… sudden!!” No one knows if this is meant to be practice for the real thing or if it’s just Rielle’s imagination getting away from him.

He picks flower petals and plays the “loves me”, “loves me not” game! Sometimes he doesn’t do the game at all, he just dances around and smells the flowers, or plucks them and tucks them behind his (very confused) classmates’ ears.

When Rielle talks to his crush, he tends to play with his hair or clothes. (He just can’t stop fidgeting! His nerves get the better of him.) And if his crush smiles at him? Bro’s on cloud nine and can’t think of anything else that day.

He’s the type of guy to share everything with the people he likes, crush included. Here, have a bite of his food! Check out this new trinket he found! How about a ride on a horse-drawn carriage (Rielle will guide the horses :) Does he have experience? No, but it’ll be fun riding together, right?)?

Has a tendency to trail after the object of his affections like how a loyal pup might follow its owner around. He also actively drags his crush into activities with him, similar to how a big, excitable dog might tug someone along by the leash. Rielle wants to spend as much time with them as possible!!

Whenever he hangs out with them, local businesses frequently mistake the two for a couple. Rielle gets all bashful about it and asks if they really do look like a couple. Acts very overtly happy if he is affirmed.

He's touchy. Hugging and hand grabs are the norm for him, partly because he wants to be close with his crush and partly because he just goes by what feels "right" to him, social expectations aside. Gives greeting kisses on the cheeks too, a greeting from back home.

He tries to impress his crush with knowledge on cutlery and random everyday human items. (Rielle does not realize this would only impress a merperson with zero background on the world above.) Fixates on the concept of indirect kisses—those shared when people press their lips to the same eating utensils or cups.

If his crush makes a remark commenting on his cuteness or immaturity, Rielle pouts and insists that he’s SUPER grown-up! (He worries that they don’t see him as being mature enough to be in a romantic relationship.)

He likes to sing for his crush! It’s a chance for Rielle to share a part of merfolk culture—and himself—with them. The lullaby from his mother to lullaby him to sleep, the mermaid princess’s love song to her human prince… There’s many important pieces to impart!

Rielle’s reckless when it comes to love. He dashes in headfirst, regardless of the danger. If you’re sinking in a storm, Rielle’s the lifesaver that’ll bring you to shore and breathe life back into you.

Calls his dad on the phone to tell him about his newfound love (to which his dad disapproves). You’re pretty sure you overheard their argument at some point. “Papa, I LOVE them!” / “Not when you’re living under MY sea, mister! You’ll obey MY rules.” / “Well, I’m living on land now, and I’m a grown guppy that can make his own decisions!”

Rielle came close to kissing them once. They’d taken a little rowboat out to a lagoon listening to the sounds of nature and watching the fish and fireflies. With such a romantic setting, the two almost leaned in for a kiss—only for the boat to capsize last minute, soaking them! Rielle thankfully took it in stride and helped his crush up, letting them rely on him to get them safely back to shore and dried off.

Minajael…

… is initially cautious and guarded, but lets his walls down up over time. In spite of how nonchalant he usually is, love is something Mina takes seriously!!

He's used to people chasing him for his hand and employing all kinds of crazy tactics to try and trick him into reciprocating their advances. The first time he catches feelings, he's suspicious and doubts its authenticity. What if it's another trap or trick? He has to make certain this is "real" before he seriously pursues it.

Unlike Rielle, Mina has restraint and takes time to adjust and step into his newfound crush. He pays close attention to the object of his affections from a distance, judging their morals and character—are they a good match with his? The last thing he’d want to do is rush into things and end up wasting everyone’s time.

Mina tests his crush in subtle ways. For example, asking a difficult question and seeing if they answer honestly (even if the answer isn’t glamorous) or tell a convenient lie. How do they react to his prodding and teasing? What about a slight brush of the hand? He wants to see how they react.

When he finally, finally lets his heart decide for him, it may as well be a freefall. It’s so liberating to fully embrace those feelings, to act on them. He feels like he’s soaring, toppling, and freewheeling through the sky. Completely disregards his father's disapproval; has committed to reassuring his crush that they can run away together and start a humble, non-royal life.

Is a little more absentminded. Like he’ll catch himself lazily running his hand through water, or just staring after his crush, hand on his cheek, from the balcony.

Loves nothing more than putting on his commoner’s cosplay a casual outfit and just… hanging out, doing whatever it is that regular folks do—having those authentic moments with his crush. Window shopping, gaming at the arcade, eating at this WcDonald’s place, whatever. If they’re ever hesitant to go with him? “Don’t be,” he coaxes them with a wink, his hand extended. “Do you trust me? Then come on, show me a whole new world.”

He’s a teaser and flirter. It’s a thrill to be the one pursuing (rather than the one pursued) for once, and Mina’s particularly dangerous because he’s entirely aware of how strong his face card is + knows how to use his charm to its fullest.

He becomes increasingly bold as he familiarizes himself with his feelings and his crush’s comfort limits. His head laid on their shoulder, an arm wrapped around their waist, lowering his mouth to their ear to propose an escape to get up to some trouble.

Shows his crush pictures of his tiger back home, in that same way that a guy might show his dog to score brownie points. Who doesn’t love a guy that’s good with animals?

Although Mina comes off as cool and collected, he gets embarrassed talking about his crush with his friends. They tend to be giggly and nosy about it (“What’re they like? Tell me, tell me!” Rille pleads), and Mina finds that it’s difficult for him to formulate words. For a genius like him, being tongue-tied is a strange sensation—but he doesn’t dislike it. In fact, he loves the challenge it presents, how he has to find a way to overcome it and say what is really on his mind.

Doesn’t try to wow his crush with money. He goes for simple little things, genuine tokens of his affection. For example, an apple or a flower picked fresh from the tree! Mina thinks there’s more heart to these kinds of things than extravagant displays of wealth.

He’s not usually stern, but he absolutely can be if he senses that his crush is in danger. In these rare moments, Mina stands his ground, adopts a fierce look, and doles out commands a firm voice usually reserved for a future ruler issuing serious commands. “Release them—by order of the crown prince of the Scalding Sands.”

Of course, he’s gone on a nighttime magic carpet ride with his crush. Mina came to them on his magic carpet (no biggie for him) and invited them. Then off they went, zooming all over Sage’s Island, skimming the surfaces of water, hugging clouds, and being among the moon and the stars.

The magic carpet ride ends with him returning them home. He lingers, as do they, gazing at each other—until the magic carpet takes the initiative and makes them kiss! Mina apologizes for it after the fact, but also bravely admits that he doesn’t regret taking that leap of faith.

[akisteahouse]

sigh,,,,,,,, thinking about your newly wed husband…

Floyd Leech! Who never kicked the habit of being the worst person alive to sleep next to, not even in your many years of being together >:( Waking up blanket tossed aside to the floor with his back pressed against yours, fully ensnaring you in his freakishly strong grip, despite numerous complaints about overheatin’ in the morning thanks to ya - jackass. Kissing you before leaving for work so obnoxiously loud you can hear the smack of his lips leaving yours, teeth exposed by his devilish grin - “Don't miss me too much, ‘kay?” Always coming home with his suit suspiciously mussed up, smelling of old copper coins, practically tackling you every time he sees you, eyes crinkling and mouth opened in a toothy grin, singsonging five words - “I'M BAAAACK ~ didja miss me?” :) Dragging you all the way to the Coral Sea for the Leech family’s monthly family meeting, though everyone knew Georgina just wanted an excuse to see her son and her dear child-in-law, pinching your cheek and cooing about how she wanted to fatten you up, only for Floyd to pull you close, complaining about how you were his to squish - well, you did sign up for this <33

Vil Schoenheit! Who never let you have a lazy morning in your entire relationship, waking you up with smoothie bowls and invitations to joining him in pilates - you never say yes, but you’re always willing to watch your dearest as he works out :)) Subtly hinting at his engagement in interviews, getting married in a small but picturesque chapel, close friends only - soft launching your marriage with a single caption less photo on Magicam, both of your fingers entwined, rings glinting in the almost dreamlike sunlight <3333 Spending his off days hate watching the odd soap drama together on the couch, so close you can smell your precious lover’s scent - the fragrance from his expensive body wash, the smell of the real Vil Schoenheit, something his hundreds of followers would never get to experience :)) Going on lengthy press tours, only to come home late to the sight of you, asleep on the couch, clearly waiting for him - “You ought to listen more to me, my sweet potato - sleeping on uneven surfaces can cause back problems, you know.” Still joining you anyway, after bringing a pillow to properly support your head and a blanket to cover the both of you <3

Ruggie Buuchi! Who moved into a neighbourhood suspiciously close to the slums he used to live in, your backyard even having a granny flat in case of Grandma Buuchi’s surprise visits, signature donuts and grin in hand <333333 Clinging on to you in the morning before work, grumbling about five more minutes before caving to having responsibilities and forcing you awake as well - married couples should go through troubles together right, shishishishishi >:))))) Never missing the opportunity to start a neighbourhood barbecue even in the blistering summer heat, always giving you the best cuts of meat straight from the grill - what a gentleman :)) Monthly date nights spent anywhere from your living room, watching cheesy chick-flicks to the beach, rubbing sunscreen on each other’s backs(“Like what ‘cha see?” He’d snickered, on one such occasion, after watching you ogle his toned back muscles - cocky bastard, but he’s cute, so whatever ;))

BONUS:

Trey Clover! Who ends up taking over the family business, apologising about dragging you into it - but you’re repaid handsomely back, getting a front row seat about seeing your dear husband knead dough with those big, strong arms of his <3

Jamil Viper! Who had no qualms about taking your last name, and most certainly never will <3333 Dependable to a fault, always cooking Michelin-star worthy meals for dinner, wiping away any leftover crumbs from your mouth with that adoring look in his eyes - yeah, he definitely isn’t leaving any time soon :)))))

Silver! Who even during his so-called bachelor’s party(a glorified sleepover with his friends) couldn’t think about anything but you, dreaming about your future, your smile, your adorable laugh… and if he broke tradition by visiting you earlier than he was supposed to, he was sure you wouldn’t be too mad <333

Rook Hunt! Who everyone else was sure had kidnapped you to some faraway land due to never seeing you two again after your wedding, when in reality, your newly-wed spouse had simply whisked you away to a year-long honeymoon, visiting every inch of land Twisted Wonderland had to offer - ah, what wouldn’t he like to experience with his dear amour?

[mrsdelulu-24-7]

Clay date <3

PART 2

Overblot boys x reader

CHARACTER: LEONA KINGSCHOLAR summary: You have a clay date with your boyfriend

You've been seeing a trend on magicam where couples have a date making clay sculpture together and exchanging their creations as keepsakes for one another. Not having spent quality time with your lover for a week made you itch to see him. Your interest in it makes you barge into their room unannounced during their free time holding a basket full of foam clay and tools to help you in your crafts.

(In this version of a claydate you're making the same thing with your own perrsonal touch, or you have a theme that dictates what your sculptures should be about)

Leona Kingscholar

He definitely woke up due to your loud intrusion, not that you were by any means sutbtle. He grumbled turning his face towards you with eyes still closed, raising his arm along with the blanket that was inviting you to join him, expecting you'd curl up against him and snooze your troubles away with him like you always do when you visit him. Or play with his hair, scrolling through magicam while he rests on your stomach. However today was not that day, you shook his shoulders to fully wake him, you squatted to meet his eyes, lazily making out your features and only then did he notice the basket of "goods" you were carrying.

"C'mon let's have a clay date!"

"Clay...date?"

"Mhmm! matching clay sculptures"

you leveled the basket to your faces showing off your haul.

"Mmgghh...Tired"

"You always are, please! I miss you..."

Whispering the last of the sentence, with a sigh he gets up and takes the basket from you, stretching his arms while he made his way to his work desk and pulling up an extra chair for you to sit beside each other. The fact that he didn't decide to trap you in his arms and sleep the day away made you grateful, but it didn't really sound all that bad either. Wrapping your arms around his waist tight as you giggle from pure excitement.

"Awwwe you love me so much~"

"Tsk, I know you won't leave me alone if I don't"

"Yeah and I'll be sad :(("

"..."

He squeezed you're arms a little at your comment, honestly the fakest idgafer. If he truly wanted no part in this he would've either figured out a way to get you to leave or make you leave, no other way about it. But no, instead he's sitting beside you all the while flicking his tail soflty against your leg, curling it from time to time. Asking you how to properly shape the body of his little creation, what a lame excuse to get you to hold his hands while pretending the clay is a nuisance and "feels weird". You'd have to make the initiative every once in a while because at the same time, he overthinks everything that comes out of his mouth, afraid it'll push you farther and farther away from him. If it wasn't for your never ending patience and understanding he'd be alone right now sleeping, as if it would fix his fate, escaping the harsh reality of the position he bears. But the abrasiveness of life becomes increasingly tolerable with you, staying awake makes him forget the weight of his self loathing. Especially when he can focus on your kind praises, gentle touch, and validating gaze. You were as warm as the peering sun in the early mornings of Sunset Savanna, "everything the light touches is yours". The painful memory of an empty promise suddenly didn't hit him as roughly, because he knew, no matter how well he could hide in the shadows of the sun you'd still choose to find him every time. You'd choose him, the second born, the useless spare, the mean prince, the never good enough, and it's what makes him so annoyingly soft, only for you.

"Hey, you good?"

you wave your hand in his face, only for him to catch it and playfully bite you while you cackle your lungs out.

"Y'know it kinda reminds me of us"

"I don't see it"

"Well if you made the sun grumpier like I said-"

"Wait how am I the sun?"

"Well cause I get my light from you"

"..."

"..."

"Goodnight"

"WAIT WE HAVEN'T EVEN MADE THE CLOWNS YET!"