Angel ♱

⋆˚࿔ Writing for twst 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[sweet60sbaby]

𝜗𝜚 Angel│she/her│'60s fashion nerd│writing for twst <3

꒰ Hiiiii my name's Angelica/Angel! I love writing cutesie little love stories and making the reader as sweet as sugar (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ꒱

✧˖° MASTER LIST ✧˖° ABOUT ME/RULES

© 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟲 𝘀weet60sbaby. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗳𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺.

[luvly-sweetheart]

I do believe that Floyd will stop calling you Shrimpy when he starts dating you, but you'll get to hear it again whenever he's annoyed/upset at you (ー。ー#)

[sweet60sbaby]

⋆.𐙚 ̊. What if Floyd Leech had a secret girlfriend? ꒰ trying to squeeze some fics out of my pea brain at the moment...

♡ In twst, we don't know of anyone who is currently in a relationship, has a crush, or anything like that. So what if Floyd was the one who managed to bag a babe? ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡

♡ I think it's kinda funny if Floyd, out of all people, had some secret girlfriend back home in the Coral Sea that nobody at school knew about (other than Jade and Azul ofc). Like, what if he just brought it up on some Tuesday or something, like he was just talking about the weather? Or imagine everyone trying to visualise what kind of girl would possibly date Floyd, and he's all confused because, duh, of course he has a girlfriend!

♡ I reckon the two of you met really young, like in elementary school, and instantly you clicked―two peas in a pod! Jade was happy that Floyd had found a worthy mate, and Georgina was simply over the moon when she first heard of his son's little girlfriend―you're simply adorable!

♡ The two of you would be so so adorable. It would be even more cute if Floyd's girlfriend happened to be a total sweetie pie! UGH, and imagine when the whole of Twst cast meet you for the first time, and it's a total shocker when they see this utter cute-patootie that is soooo in love with a clown (a cute clown heheee) like Floyd. And what's this? Floyd is actually a good boyfriend at that, whaaaaa?

♡ Anyways, that's just my thoughts hehe. I just love the idea of Floyd being head-over-heels in love and a total secret romantic. I would love to write a full fic on this, but I'll save it for the futureeee.

(umm so I needa post something but I have 2 request to finish (got them 3 months ago) and I have writers block and need to study for exams this week and then do those said exams the week after eeek....)

[idiasplayertwo]

daydreaming about floyd and a gf who is childish and apologizes after jumping up and down, happily giggling to herself when she wins a stuffed animal at a claw machine and thinks floyd will judge her when in reality he's staring at her in awe and fell in love all over again. he adores her giggles and encourages her to act like this more<33

[sweet60sbaby]

⋆.𐙚 ̊. What would Floyd Leech call his girlfriend/partner?

The other day, I saw someone on TikTok mention how Floyd only calls his closest friends/people (Jade and Azul) by their names.

Which I didn't think much of until now, because that means if Floyd were to be in a relationship with someone, wouldn't that mean he would do that too?

And because in my fanfics the reader is often Yuu, that means Floyd would drop their Shrimpy nickname (•́ ᴖ •̀) And that got me thinking even more―what would Floyd call his girlfriend/partner?

I love love love making up little pet names for the twst boys to call their partners, but I really have no clue what Floyd's would be!

Maybe he would just call them the generic "baby/babe" pet name but i'm so unsure!!!

For now, Floyd's gonna keep calling Yuu shrimpy in my fics, but if you have any suggestions, pleaseee tell meee!!! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

[idiasplayertwo]

—⊹ " TURN THAT FROWN UPSIDE DOWN " ₊˚⊹⋆

𓂃 . 𐑞 featuring ︶ ⟢ kalim x reader, floyd x reader, riddle x reader.

°˖➴ includes ― established relationship, fluff, sfw, comfort, cheering you up, female reader, not beta-read, nicknames, overall just a fluff/comfort fic.

ྀིྀི ― author's note ! gets guys, i feel like absolute shit. AHAHAH i hate my life, uhhhhh this is just for me, i need a cheer me up. hope you all enjoy and if you are also having a bad day, i do hope this makes you feel better<3

𐔌  .  KALIM AL-ASIM  !  ୧

normally when kalim finds you in the cafeteria, you're already munching down on your meal with the other first years―ace stealing off deuce'splate, grim taking a bite out of your food, and chatting away about class projects or assignments.

but today, it felt different. it most certainly, looked, different.

the young housewarden finds you sitting alone at a completely different table, arms crossed over the surface with your head buried. you didn't even take a bite out of your food, your sandwich crust has gotten hard and the ice on your drink is melting away. leaving little cubes floating along the surface.

immediately he knows something's wrong, and his quick to ditch jamil in the line and rush to you. despite the video-housewardens soft tells to get him back, jamil simply lets kalim speak with you...if you even want to.

your staring at your shoes, your feet twitch when you feel a figure sneak its way past your thigh and sit beside you...too close beside you.

"habibti?"

his soft voice sends a warm feeling down your spine, slowly turning your head to rest your cheek against your arm, you lock eyes with your boyfriend who's in the same position as you.

he's more than comfortable mirroring you, finding your cheeks cute when they're puffed out as such.

you didn't reply back to his nickname for you, humming something incoherent, kalim shifts closer.

"what's wrong? You look like you've been crying?" he observes, brushing his thumb across your exposed cheek. you couldn't help but melt at the touch, leaning into his hand when he finally lets it rest there.

"m'just..." you mummered softly, "having a rough day."

kalim frowns, "why?"

you sigh, leaning up to rest a hand on your cheek while kalim scoots closer to you. he leans close as well, not caring about the bystanders who seem to be staring.

"just ..tired."

"and grumpy?"

"mhm."

"but also really cute~"

you froze, blinking once as you stared at the housewarden. "what?" you gasp, kalim immediately giggling to himself and at your face.

"what?" kalim pokes your nose, "you make the cutest pout when you're grumpy!" he scrunched his own nose, like a bunny rabbit, attempting to copy you.

you fight back a giggle, biting your lip as you feel a smile form. against your will, but kalim saw this as a win.

"ah aha! look at that, you're smiling!" he sings with a big smile, leaning in close to kiss your nose and cheeks. you just put into soft giggles as kalim holds your hands with his and interlocks fingers.

you're irritation has formed into something lighter, which to you was unfair. he shouibe this good at cheering you up simply by being himself.

but that's just how he is.

"you work way to hard," he suddenly spoke softly, leaning his head against your shoulders and played with your fingers. "Im gonna spoil you today!" he smiled, and you immediately tried to stop him.

"no, kalim―"

"but i wanna!!"

he suddenly leans up and cups your face, forcing you to look at him. "c'mon! you love it when i spoil you~"

you roll your eyes, patting his forearm and smiled. "you're ridiculous,"

kalim kisses your lips, pulling back just enough to whisper. "ridiculously in love with you~"

𐔌  .  FLOYD LEECH  !  ୧

you were in a terrible mood. not the kind that can simply be fixed with a hug, or in your boyfriend's words, "a small squeezin'" that's never ever small. this was the type of you that every little thing irritated you. noisy halls, students getting in your way, and ace whenever he tried to tease you.

your pouting with every step you take, with every person you come across, and especially when your boyfriend tries to get all up in your face.

"awwh, shrimpy looks so sappy today!!"

no, not now! why now?

you groaned the second you heard his voice, stuffing your face deeper into the cushions of the vip lounge of the dorm. floyd slithered to your side and resting just beside you on the couch, clearly seeing there was no room, he practically lays on top of you like a second blanket.

"go awaaaay!" you whined into the cushion, but when you hear your boyfriend's silly laugh in your ear, you know he's not moving anytime soon.

"floyd―"

"yer' really warm~"

"i don't care, ill bite you!"

"mhmm, don't threaten me with a good time!" floyd teases, but sinks his face into your shoulder and eyes you, "why are you grumpy todayyy~ you're no fun!"

"you're too damn heavy!" you dodged the question fast, trying to push him off of you, but he didn't budge. instead, he wiggled more just to show you can't push him away.

he tried to grab your cheeks and pull them to force a smile out of you, but you slapped his hands away with the two of you bickering back and forth.

"cmonnn, why won't you smile!"

"don't wanna!"

"awwh, you sound like a big baby! baby shrimpy~"

"oh, don't start"

before you could try and push at his face again, he grabs your wrists and, forcefully but gently, slams your words above the head and in the couch arm. you blink once, the eel getting too comfortable on top of you just for this to be a quick and easy cheer up.

"what are you doing?" you asked weary, but he just sent you a smile that gave you goosebumps.

"tryna make ya smile!"

you blink up at him, "how do you plan on doing that while intopnof me. "

floyd leans close, eyes locked with yours the closer he gets. you immediately become suspicious when he lets go of your wrist to hold them with one hand...and poised his free hand over your sides.

"floyd."

he immediately dug his fingers into your sides and scribbled fast.

you couldn't hold back the startled gasp and giggles that poured out of you instantly, jolting hard you almost headbutted him.

"floohoyd, no wahahait!"

you squirm slightly underneath him, but he continued to tickle your sides, occasionally slipping his fingers under your shirt just to hear you gasp.

"awwh, there's that smiiiile~" he cooed over you, squeezing your bare skin repeatedly, enjoy every reaction he can get out of you.

"gahahad dahammit―FLOYD STAHAP!!"

despite trying to glare at him, the longer floyd tickled the louder your laugh got. your cheeks hurt from smiling so much and your body grew too tired to fight back.

"you shouldn't let your smile fade when im around shrimpy, i thought you knew better~" he grinned, fingers attacking a spot on your body that makes you arch away as far as you can.

"I HAHAATE YOOHOU!!"

"mhm, love you too~"

𐔌  .  RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS  !  ୧

riddle will not fully ignore your mood as much as anyone else would, but he knows when you're in a bad, bad mood. you always have a smartass response, snapping too easily and a glare that would make all the first-years piss their pants.

unfortunately for you, riddle was too stubborn to let you brood all on your own. the heartslabyul housewarden, and also known as your boyfriend, stood in front of ramshackle with a basket full of treats baked by trey.

he was visibly debating if this was a good idea or not, but after your little tantrum during the unbirthday party and him having to scold you, he wanted to try his best to cheer you up.

when the door creaks open, you're met with the face of a boy who is already doubting his decisions but hides it behind the basket.

"what do you want?"

he gulps, maintaining his formal posture and voice.

"i couldn't help but notice how...dreadful, you looked and acted this morning"

"wow, good evening to you too."

he wanted to walk away. so bad, but he loves you far too much as is too prideful to break the rule of being a good boyfriend.

"may i come in?" he gestured to the basket, "i have a few scones and pastries trey baked for...us, and i wanted to try them with you."

you blinked once, looking down at the basket and back up at your boyfriend, you open the door wider for him to enter. once inside, he sets the basket down and noticed the mess of the lounge. the couches, the floor, the carpets.

grim was away with ace and deuce, so he couldn't have possibly made this mess.

"have you taken the time to think about your behavior from this morning?"

you sighed, falling face first to the couch and let out a muffled groan. riddle clears his throat and sets himself beside you and pull the basket closer to his heels.

"have you eaten since?"

you shook your head, and riddle sighed. already taking out a tart and setting it on a small plate. you hear the clink of the plate hit the table in front of you and his gloved hand rests at your back.

"you may want to sit up with you eat, can't have you choking."

you reluctantly sit up, leaning back at the cushions and stare at your tart he plated for you.

riddle awkwardly sits beside you still, hands in his lap and eyes looking back at you and the tart.

"is something wrong?"

you groaned, "just...too tired to eat "

he thinks for a moment before finally taking initiative and leans forward to take the plate back, scooting closer to your figure and spooning the price of the tart and holding it at your lips.

"then i shall feed it to you,"

you almost choked. "you'll―what?"

"what's wrong? you stated you were too tired to eat, so i thought this would be a good solution. you eat, and i know your being taken care of, what's there to argue about?"

without wanting to cause a scene, you simply let your boyfriend hand feed you the tart while he speaks about his day and classes, sometimes when he brings up ace or deuces' shenanigans, he gets a laugh out of you.

wiping your chin from crumbs also gets you smiling softly.

despite feeling like shit, you have your boyfriend who automatically makes you feel better―you swear it's a charm he knows he has, but claims he has no clue what you are talking about.

[sparklystarrrr]

I AM HERE WITH DOMESTICATED SEBEK IDEAS!

Sebek letting his wife have a free/spa day by taking care of the kids for her ,and when she comes back home he’s dressed in a poofy princess dress and scribbled on lipstick and is having a tea party with his kids :3

(I yearn for you’re domesticated Sebek fics + my first time requesting>:3)

🦝

Happy Mother's Day!

Synopsis. It's Mother's Day, and your dear husband decides to give you the whole day to yourself!

Pairing. Sebek Z. x Fem! Reader

Contains. Married Sebek and reader, sooo domestic, the children have names, but they can be changed to suit your taste, Sebek's so pouty I love him, Seb is kinda rich, very long and kinda cringe, but whatever, fuck it we ball

a/n. I would say happy Mother's Day, but I highly doubt any of my readers are mothers...

(y/n) was awoken to twenty small, sticky fingers against her cheek. Her bedroom was filled with the sound of frantic whispers, one urging the other two to let their mother sleep. It smelled like sweet fruit and soft, pillowy pancakes, which ultimately urged (y/n) from her slumber.

"Momma!/Mom!" exclaimed the woman's son and daughter.

"Agh! Don't wake your mother!" Sebek jumped, juggling the plate of breakfast on one hand and pulling his kids away from (y/n) with the other. The children giggled, leaning against their mother's legs as she sat up with a warm smile on her lips.

"Good morning!" (y/n) rasped with a smile, blinking the sleepiness from her eyes. Her children immediately jumped into her arms, wrapping her in a tight embrace, "Happy birthday, mommy!" her youngest -- her precious little son, Gabriel -- shouted with big, sparkling hazel eyes.

(y/n)'s daughter, Victoria, attacked her brother almost instantly, "It's not her birthday, dummy, it's Mother's day!"

Sebek couldn't help but sputter at his children's bickering, "CHILDREN! Your mother has just risen from her slumber! Do not be so loud!"

"You're the loudest one in here, Daddy." Victoria frowned, cuddling further into her mother's hold and grasping tight onto (y/n)'s nightgown.

The woman couldn't help but laugh at her children's and husband's behavior. It was common for (y/n) to be awoken like this, but she had no complaints. "Ooo, are those pancakes I smell?" The woman smiled at her kids.

"Mhm! Me, Daddy, and Vicky made 'em!" Gabriel clapped, looking up at his mother's face for her reaction.

Victoria gasped, "No, you didn't! You licked the bowl!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!"

"NO MORE FIGHTING!!!" Sebek set the plate of breakfast down on the bedside table and lifted his children in each hand by the back of their pajamas.

(y/n) rested her head on her hand, sighing contentedly at her family. "Seb, it's alright, put them down."

The grown man pouted, placing them down in their playroom. He loved his children, truly he did, but they were quite disruptive... Especially when it came to his dear wife. It was as if Sebek was competing with his children for (y/n)'s sweet love, and he did everything in his power to make sure he'd win. Albeit it was childish, (y/n) got a kick out of watching them argue over who got more affection that day.

Sebek left the bedroom door cracked open and made his way to (y/n), who sat prettily in bed. She was already munching on the delicious breakfast her husband had made for her. Everything he did for her was perfection.

While the woman was preoccupied, Sebek pulled his wallet out from the drawer of his bedside table, placing his card in (y/n)'s lap with a stiff, outstretched arm.

She looked up at him, confused. "Why are you giving me this?"

"Well..." His face began to turn a red flush, "It's Mother's Day, and this is one of my presents to you!"

(y/n)'s eyes widened in disbelief. Her husband was usually very type-A about presents and forms of gift-giving. He'd always planned them far in advance, carefully curating each and every gift to be exactly what they wanted; even personally asking the gift recipient what they wanted. However, never in all their years of being together had the woman expected Sebek Zigvolt to entrust her with his credit card as a gift!

"Go out for the day, as long as you need, and I'll take care of the children," Sebek said simply, trying to ignore how hot his face felt.

His shyness was quickly shoved aside when he heard the sound of his kids arguing. "Who could they have acquired their pugnacious spirit from, I wonder..." the half-fae grumbled. The woman simply snorted at his ironic statement.

"Anyways, thank you for this lovely present," (y/n) smiled up at her husband with a teasing lilt in her voice, "I'll be sure to use it!"

She softly grasped his bicep, bringing him down to her height so she could press a kiss to his lips. Sebek was quick to melt into it, bringing his hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

Just as the couple was about to fall deeper into the kiss, their bedroom door swung open and banged against the wall. "Gabe hit me again! He hit me with his toy!" Victoria shouted at the top of her little lungs.

The little boy was quick to push her out of the way and plead his side of the story, "I didn't!! I really didn't!"

(y/n) and Sebek jumped away from each other, looking both confused and flushed. "I will deal with this!" Sebek declared with fatherly determination as he made a beeline out of the room with his children in both arms.

The woman thought to herself in the moment, perhaps a personal self-care day wouldn't be so bad after all...

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

It had been four hours of pampering herself when (y/n) felt the need to be at home. She would've loved to spend just a bit more on herself, but she'd rather be shopping with her family. Besides, it was getting too quiet all by herself. (y/n) desperately needed the shouting and loud arguing from her children and husband, or else she would lose her sanity in the wafting silence.

The woman had bought various trinkets and cute accessories from a boutique, got a fresh manicure, bought clothes that she probably didn't need, and bought a new drink from the cafe she frequented.

To her, it wasn't much, just this and that. However, she was hauling several large bags into her home, each weighing her down and costing a couple hundred thaumarks. Yet, without the stress of figuring out where to store all her new things, she felt incredibly calm.

In hours without (y/n) at home, Sebek had been put through every parenting challenge possible. He had to deal with marker stains on the walls, sibling fights, picky eating, and worst of all: his daughter's tea parties. There was nothing good about being stuck at a table much too small for him while drinking fake tea from sticky tea cups and stuffed animals to accompany him. Yet, the man wasn't one to give up a challenge. And besides, he loves his daughter dearly.

As (y/n) pushed the door open, Sebek jumped, nearly making the small pink table fall over. The woman collapsed along with all her bags and quickly shouted a greeting, to which her husband and children yelled back an even louder greeting.

"Mommy, come to my tea party! It's special for you!" Victoria exclaimed from the playroom.

(y/n) quickly placed all of her bags on the dining room table and scurried over to her family, "Coming, honey!"

What the woman opened the door to was nothing she'd ever seen before. Victoria's tea party had five guests: Two stuffed animals, Sebek, (y/n), and poor Gabriel, who wanted no part in the event. The little boy was physically slumped in the plastic chair and his dragon costume (yes, the costume was Malleus themed).

Then, (y/n) made the mistake of looking at her husband. I mean, he was literally the elephant in the room. A 6'2 knight in a plastic chair that was meant for a six-year-old girl... who was also wearing a princess crown and princess dress with bright red lipstick scribbled on the lower half of his face. To make it worse, he was in the middle of pretending to drink tea from a little plastic cup.

It was adorable, but, oh my Sevens, it was hilarious! It's not every day that (y/n) got to see her husband in such a state. The woman started giggling at his appearance, covering her mouth with her hand, "What happened to you, Seb?"

His face was bright pink while Victoria explained the current state he was in, "Daddy's a princess! But his feet are too big for the shoes..."

(y/n) couldn't help but let out a cackle at her daughter's words, "Really, is that true?"

Sebek pouted at his wife's laughter, "DO NOT MOCK ME!!!"

"I'm not!" she giggled, "I'm just appreciating our daughter's makeover. You look like a beautiful princess now!"

The woman then squeezed into a tiny chair, reserved for her, and began "drinking" her tea. It might not have been the most theatrical Mother's Day to ever happen in Twisted Wonderland, but it was authentic; her family's way of appreciating their mother/wife. And besides, it would definitely be a Mother's Day to remember. (Sebek will not be living down his new identity as a princess.)

© sparklystarrrr. do not copy, translate, or reupload my works anywhere.

[sweet60sbaby]

Guys... would it be okay if I started posting some spicy fics? (ó﹏ò｡)

I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, and that's fine―but i've just got a a couple of spicy things in my drafts and I was just wondering if anyone would be interested if I posted them

No hard feelings if you don't wanna read 'em!

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

Yesss do it!!!!

Nuh uh, that's nasty...

I'm not interested in reading anyyyy soz

Voting ended onMay 13

[sweet60sbaby]

"While I'm far away from you, my baby. I know it's hard for you, my baby." ♡

Azul Ashengrotto comforts reader after escaping Scarabia ୨ৎ

Content ― Set in book 4, when Yuu crashes at Octavinelle for the night, Reader is Yuu, reader is a lady, not proofread, unestablished relationship, one tiny smooch on the cheek, Azul has a FAT crush on you and it shows, reader is (very lightly) implied to be shorter than Azul

799 Word count⌇Guys, if I were Yuu in book 4, I would be absolutely terrified. What do you mean they were forced to walk each day without water?!? (uh oh, exercise is my biggest fear)

You tried to fall asleep, you really tried. Oh, but the thought of those nasty Scarabia students coming back once more to take you away gave you a thorough scare―just the though of it made you shiver.

You glance beside you. Grim seems to be sleeping just fine. You smile, happy that at least one of you two was taking the situation well―god knows you weren't.

Giving your companion a delicate kiss on his fur-covered head, you crept from beneath the covers, tip-toeing out of a spare room Azul had appointed you to for the night.

Oh, Azul...

For someone who aimed to take away your dear Ramshackle in the past, he was very charming. Azul wasn't at all the villain you once thought he was―no, he was sweet.

The Monstro Lounge kitchen had never looked so empty before―almost uncanny. You had wanted to grab a glass of water to soothe your worries, but that idea of comfort now just proved to make you more unsettled.

Glass in hand, you hurry back down the hallway you came from―only to bump into a certain octopus.

"Eek!" You stutter backwards, and water splashes onto your borrowed pyjamas, making you even more on edge.

A hand gently grips your arm, steadying you with utmost care. "My apologies, prefect. I didn't mean to startle you." Azul's hands retreat back to his sides. He furrows his brows, noticing your sad, almost dazed expression. "Are you... alright?"

Your bottom lip trembles―gosh, why'd he have to ask that! Trying your best to curl your lips into a smile, you manage a small, "I'm f-fine."

Azul simply sighs, noticing how blatantly unwell you are. He leans down slightly to level with you. "Prefect, please. It's not my intention to overstep a boundary, but I―"

Hold on, did you just sniffle?

Hot tears dribble down your cheeks, nose all red and stuffy as you rush to wipe away your embarrassment. "S-Sorry, 'zul―I don't wanna be a burden on you." With your face hidden by your hands, you don't seem to notice his worried expression.

This wasn't at all what Azul expected. He had no experience comforting others―especially a lady, a very beautiful lady at that.

He awkwardly presents a handkerchief, the other hand patting your back gently as though the slightest touch would cause your sobs to grow louder. "H-Hey, it's alright now, Yuu. No need for tears!"

You glance up to see the handkerchief being offered to you "Oh, Azul!" Ignoring his gift, you fall right into his arms―your hand still gripping the glass tightly. "What i-if they come back, again?"

Azul is as stiff as a board, his hands sweating profusely as his cheeks redden. This was certainly not what he had expected―and very, very inappropriate!

But still, he manages to ask, "Who? Yuu, who is concerning you? Tell me, and I'll do my best to fix it."

"Those Scarabia students..." you cry solemnly into his chest.

Ah, so this is what has gotten you so emotional.

Azul mindfully takes the glass out of your hand, placing it on a nearby table―your fingers curl into the fabric on his back. A shaky, nervous hand reaches up to touch the back of your head, slowly moving to cradle it like you were a delicate creature.

"There, there." His voice is soft, almost unsure that what he is doing is the right course of action. "You saw how the twins fought them off earlier, didn't you? I assure you nothing bad will happen."

"Yes, but what about tomorrow when we go b-back―what if something bad happens?" Your glistening eyes peer up at Azul.

"I―..." Azul is at a loss for words; it's not every day you have a crying lady in your arms. "Nonsense. I won't allow that to happen!" Seeing your sniffle into his chest arouses something protective deep within him.

"Please, everything will be just fine, Yuu. What you need is a good night's rest―you must not neglect your sleep."

Nodding, you let go of Azul, wiping away your tears with your sleeves. You look up at him all timid-like, almost like you were waiting for him to make the first move.

"Do you want me to walk you back to your room?" Hesitantly, he places a hand on your back.

Hearing you mutter a small yes, Azul guides you back to the quest bedroom. You hear Grim's loud snores even from outside the room.

"Prefect... everything will turn out just fine, alright?"

Before you open the door, you turn back to him―leaning up to place a delicate kiss on Azul's cheek. "Thank you for taking care of me, Azul." Finally, you smile. "You're the sweetest octopus I've ever met." And with that, you turn away.

Azul is left stunned, blushing, and quite frankly, very confused.

Song Title: Dedicated to the one I love, by The Mamas & The Papas ୨ৎ

(I'm still doing my requests, I just wanted to have a wee little break 𐔌ˊᵕˋ𐦯)

[idiasplayertwo]

꒰𐔌 LILIA VANROUGE WOULD BE A GENTLE MEN TO HIS S/O.

i was re-reading some of my fics from march and i noticed a segment in one of my lilia works ── he stated, " despite my lack of knowledge for romance. " and that got me thinking ...

now, no man is perfect. lilia has kept his past a secret from you for a good while―you finding out is a different story, but the main point is―lilia isn't perfect.

but i feel like he definitely would have some knowledge on romance/relationships because of how long he's been around. ahem, old ass, ahem. but it's definitely the old fashioned type of love.

hand written letters, sealed with a sticker and a soft kiss stain on the side.

leaning in to kiss you slowly and deliberately.

hold your hands when kissing, dipping you low enough he can pull you back up with ease.

slow dancing in the middle of his room.

candle-lit dinner dates.

and maybe been bathing together. i think he would definitely like the skin to skin contact with his s/o, who he claims to be his second half.

he would also treat you with the utmost respect. no talking back, no arguments that lead to yelling and fighting―he would never dream of laying a finger on you, harm wise, and he definitely wouldn't raise his voice to try and look stronger.

you are both adults with disagreements that can be settled over a conversation.

end notes ― i wanted to add more but im tired.

[sweet60sbaby]

This sooo adorbs, maybe one day I'll be able to write for Lilia (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥)

[sweet60sbaby]

Hiiiii ⁦(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁩

Mai i request if the reader accidentally hit the third-year boys (add boys from another year if u want , actually, do whatever easy kn you). in their sensitive area (if you know what I mean…(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) but if you’re not comfortable with that idea, she can hit them anywhere else) accidentally. Then she gives them candy from her bag to make up for it, because she didn’t really know what to do and just did that without thinking (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

The third years getting their ballz hit ⭑.ᐟ

It's all the third years except Lilia, love him but I just can't write for him :( ୨ৎ

Content ― Reader is a lady (fem), some kissy kissy, not proofread, a lot of talk about balls, established relationship, tinsy bit suggestive.

2,958 Word count⌇Wowie, this took me 2 whole months... and I still have two more requests to do !!

Trey ⋆˙⟡

↳ Trey smiles down at you like a proud mother, chuckling at your concentrated expression. "That's it, sweetheart."

Your chest suddenly felt fuzzy from his praise―your grip on your pencil faltering slightly. Trey had spent the last hour helping you with your math homework―the two of you alllll alone in Ramshackle (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Examining your finished equation, Trey kisses your forehead as encouragement―you're gonna need it. There are still many things to catch up on.

"So, what do you think I'll get on my next math test?" You ask curiously, eyes wide with interest. "One hundred per cent?"

He chuckles, patting your head softly before continuing to read over your answers. "Maybe not that high. Let's aim for eighty, okay?"

You sigh, but it was true; you were getting a little carried away. You mindlessly stretch your legs, which rest in Trey's lap, not noticing them dig into a certain area on his body.

"AH―"

You feel a tight grip on your left ankle, glancing to see Trey hurled over and dragging your leg away from his crotch―your math book fallen to the floor.

Scrambling to sit next to your aching boyfriend, you awkwardly pat his arm, "O-Oh, did I...?" You pout, "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't even notice!"

Trey struggles to laugh, shaking his head in utter disbelief that his own girlfriend just kicked him in the balls. "H-Hey, Hey―it's fine, sweetheart. J-Just gimme a moment..."

You bite your nails anxiously, before realising something―you left candy in your purse! Rushing to open your bag, you dig out a handful of sweets, shoving them into the chest of your wounded soldier (Trey).

"Is this...?" Through the pain, Trey can't help but chuckle at your action. "O-Oh, my love, how cute. Is this all for me, I wonder?"

Noticing his teasing, you whine, "Hey, you always say there's nothing a dessert can't fix!"

He pulls you closer to him, kissing your cheek before replying, "That's right." Trey sighs as he slowly recovers from the pain, "Nothing to be sorry for, baby. C'mere, j-just mind my..." Trey trails off.

Cater ⋆˙⟡

↳ "'Kay, if it's a boy, I wanna call him Cater-Junior."

You shriek in horror, tutting disapprovingly. "Nuh-uh―that's not cute at all!"

The two of you probably should've gone to bed hours ago. But here you were instead, discussing future baby names, cuddled up in your boyfriend's bed.

"Don't be so fussy, babes, if we have a girl, we can call it totally name it after you." Cater teases, twirling a rouge strand of your hair.

You snuggle further into his chest, sighing at his antics―the feeling of your hair being played with causes butterflies to fly around in your tummy (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶).

It was late nights with your lover that you enjoyed most, just the two of you curled up together with no one around―no one to please or act differently for.

"Wouldn't it be crazy if we raised a future serial killer?"

You whip your head around to cast Cater a dirty look, giving him a playful smack to his leg... Or at least, you thought it was his leg...

"OOF!" Cater folds forward, clutching his crotch as he continuously smacks the pillow beside him. "D-DAMN, GIRL!" Oh dear, he's gonna wake up the whole dorm with his hooting and hollering!

"Shhh, shhh! Please, baby, I swear I'll kiss it better later if you stay quiet!" You practically beg him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster, but it seems you may have packed too much of a punch.

Patting your pyjama pockets, you remember something: earlier today, you hid a piece of candy in there! You whip it out, noticing the flavour on the packaging: salted pretzel―huh, interesting flavour.

You practically throw it at him, pouting sweetly as you speak, "won't you forgive me?"

Cater pauses his rocking-back-to-front motions and lets out one last pained groan; still, his disturbed expression remains. "O-Oohhh my sevens..." he barely manages to get out his words. "It h-hurts so much, baby, you have no idea!"

He's right, but from his slouched posture and grossed-out look, you have an idea.

The sweet is taken from your hands, Cater falling back onto the pillows as he unwraps it rather quickly before yanking you down with him. He squeezes you tight, like somehow you could suddenly take away the ache in his balls (heh balls ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀))

"Listen, babes, there's a chance we can longer have those kids we were talking about."

You roll your eyes.

Leona ⋆˙⟡

↳ "Leona, what's dusk-weed?" Your eyes squinted as you peered down at your textbook. Lately, you've been having an awful lot of trouble with your potions homework (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠).

He grumbles beside you, lazing away in his usual napping place, the botanical garden.

Glancing at your homework, he quickly realised what you were dealing with. "Mm, a sleeping potion, huh. Don't worry, sweetheart, s'easy." Leona lets out a lengthy yawn, "Think you can find it somewhere here."

After giving you a brief explanation, he shuts his eyes once more, stretching out his arms rather obnoxiously. Perhaps he was aiming to annoy you out of studying so you can lie with your lover ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈).

"Ughhh, I'm trying to study here, boy!" You whine, though a flash of blue quickly catches your attention. You gasp, "Omigosh, look, Leona! It's a butterfly."

Oh, has he really fallen asleep that quickly?

Heavy textbooks fall off your lap with a loud thud―your posture straightening as you try your best to sneak another glance. It's right there―resting on a bush right next to your boyfriend.

You slowly crawl over, whispering in awe, "So cute". You lean over Leona's lap, inching closer and closing to the sweet little bug.

"ARGH" Leonas eyes burst open, his hand shooting up to grasp your leg rather tightly in shock.

You don't notice your mistake until you look down―at his crotch. "Eek, 'm so sorry, baby!" Removing your knee from its previous position, you try your best to comfort your lover.

Leona rolls over to his side, his back facing you, as pained grunts escape his mouth. "H-Hah, s-shit." He seethes through his teeth. "D-Damn, sweetheart..."

In a panic, your brain scrambles to find a solution to this dilemma―you just knead your boyfriend in the balls! But when you pat your pockets and find a small bulge, you quickly remember, candy solves everything.

"I'm really sorry..." You offer him a strawberry-flavoured treat.

Through his pain, Leona twists his body so he can look you in the eyes. He chuckles through his disturbed expression. "H-Heh, you have some nerve." His voice is strained.

Leona reaches a large hand to pat your head, shaking his head in utter disbelief―for such a sweet thing, you're very strong. "Y-You―...You think some piece of sugar is gonna make my balls all better, babygirl?" He teases.

You smack him on his shoulder, "I'll knee you even harder next time, then! How 'bout that, you ungrateful man?" You say with a tut.

Leona only snickers. Even with his previous statement, he still takes the candy from your hand, sighing heavily as he lies once more on his back, pulling you down with him.

"Ha, that's what I like to hear." You hear the sound of a wrapper crinkling.

Vil ⋆˙⟡

↳ Vil is focused. His eyes squinted as he peered down at you, a finger resting beneath your chin to tilt your head from side to side―he hummed for a moment; you couldn't tell whether he thought positively or negatively.

When you asked him what makeup and hairstyle you should do for the day, you never would have thought Vil would take it so seriously. But who are you kidding? It's Vil we are talking about.

"Hmm, you have such sweet eyes, darling." Hehe, really? (˶˃𐃷˂˶). He continues his ministrations, dapping eyeshadow onto your eyes. "But such dry skin." Vil tuts before pinching your nose teasingly. "How many times do I have to tell you to drink more water!"

You pout childishly, "I try to, promise! I just forget sometimes..."

Vil disapprovingly sighs, shortly after concluding your eye makeup, finishing off his work with a pleased hum. "Ah, I've done it again. You look fabulous!" He turns your chin to look in the vanity mirror, your dolled-up look puts a smile on your face, complimenting your rosy cheeks.

"Oooo~!" You let out a little awes as you examine your makeup, Vil smiling (smugly) as you giggle in glee.

Your hand moves away from your face, resting on the edge of the table―next to a very heavy hair-dryer. One wrong mishap and it slips down from his vanity, hitting one of his most vital areas! Oh golly gosh ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! You wouldn't have even noticed your little accident if it wasn't for Vil's ear-piercing yell...

"KYAAAAA!!" He cries out, his pitch as high as a little girl's voice. Snapping your head in the direction of his sudden scream, you instantly notice his curled-up position―his hand clutching the area where the hair-dryer once was...

You gasp in shock. How could you punch your only boyfriend in the balls!? "O-Oh my, I can't believe I just did that. Vil, please tell me you're alright!" Glancing over to your purse, a sudden idea pops into your head―candy makes everyone feel better!

You rub his shoulder in an attempt at comfort, holding out a sweet in front of him. "Vil?"

Finally, he raises his head, his uncharacteristically flushed-out expression oddly cute. He breathes out a flustered sigh, embarrassed by his earlier behaviour, but endeared by your gift. "T-That was... uncalled for, my darling."

"Are you mad at me?"

Sitting up straight, Vil takes the candy from you before running a hand down his face. He shakes his head, "It was an honest mistake, so I will let it slide." Vil chuckles breathlessly as he examines the sweet, "―besides, what a charming gift you've given me."

Rook ⋆˙⟡

↳ Your fingers weave Rook's golden locks, brushing out his knotty hair after a long day of getting up to no good―how adventurous your lover is!

"Mmph, Rook, how does your hair get this messy after just one day?" You grunt as you concentrate on a rather tedious knot.

He simply laughs as he leans back into your touch. "Ah, my belle, won't you forgive me this once?" Rook teases with a smile. He thinks you're beginning to sound a lot like Vil.

Rook adjusts his position on the floor, seated right between your legs as you sit high and mighty in his desk chair. His head lolls to the side, cheek brushing against your knee as he hums, satisfied as you brush through his tangled mane.

Though after your loud whines and grunts fill the silence, Rook finally notices the rather strong pull on his hair. "Ha ha, are you trying to pull my hair out, mon amour? What sweet sounds you are making!"

You're on the verge of giving up; the hairbrush is quite literally caught in his hair! Grunting rather embarrassingly loud, you tug with all your might, even earning a few whimpers from your love-sick boyfriend (๑>؂•̀๑). Finally, you manage to untangle Rook's hair―at the expense of his balls.

"O-Oh! Oh là là!" Rook tries to laugh, but it more so comes out as a strangled and pained moan. "My s-sweet, sweet little t-trickster..."

Looking down, you notice the head of a hairbrush in his lap, just now realising only the handle is left in your hand. You must've pulled a tad bit too hard...

After realising your mistake, you try to comfort Rook to the best of your abilities, "Rook, I didn't mean to, I swear it―I'm so so sorry!" You sit down next to him to rub his shoulder sympathetically.

Even while he's bent down in pain and clutching his crotch, Rook still smiles through it all. "A-Ah, do not apologise to me, for I admire your strength, ma beauté. What an amazing woman you are!"

Ignoring his lovey-dovey-ness, you remember a little dessert you had hidden away in your pocket. You dig through your clothes to find a raspberry-flavoured candy―aha, this will surely solve this dilemma!

You place the treat into his hands, "Will this make you feel better?"

Rook lets out a long, dazed sigh, grabbing your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles. "How adorable of you to offer me such a gift." He smiles as he looks down at the prize in his hand, and the other cradles your cheek with a love-sick expression. "Why, thank you. Though you should know that just the smile on your face is enough to soothe my ills, Mon cœur."

You return the favour, kissing his lips softly just in case the candy wasn't enough of an apology.

"Okay, so... did you think we can still have a baby someday?"

Idia ⋆˙⟡

↳ "Hehe, I win again!" Idia cackles, poking your shoulder teasingly as the screen in front of you confirms his victory.

You sulk, how does he keep doing this! "Idia, can't you go easy on me just this once? You know I'm new to this game!" You glance up at him with your best puppy dog eyes.

It looks as though Idia almost falls victim to your persuasion―until he doesn't.

"HA, no way―you snooze, you lose, noob."

It was your turn to hit his shoulder, whining how he should "go easy on you" because you're "not used to this world's games!"

He simply sticks out his tongue, "Listen, we can go for a rematch, but I can't guarantee you that I'll hone back my epic skills and all."

You sigh, flinging the controller to the other side of the bed and falling back onto your back―perhaps that was enough gaming for one day.

"MMPH!" Uh, what was that noise?

Sitting back up, you automatically notice Idia hurled up into a ball, clutching his... crotch?

"O-Oh jeez, d-don't look at me!" He grunts, his face as red as a tomato. "Why'd y-you have to hit me in my most critical a-area!" Oh, maybe you didn't fling the controller to the other side of the bed after all...

Freezing up, you glance around the room, looking for something magical to solve your boyfriend's ills―of course, candy! Grabbing your purse, you fiddle around to find a handful of blue raspberry-flavoured candies.

You poke him gently, shoving the sweets into his hands with even bigger puppy-dog eyes than before. "Baby, I'm so very sorry!" Kissing his cheek, you pat his back sympathetically. "Won't you forgive me?"

Oh, oh boy... what a sight this was! Idia blushes at your adorable little gesture, the pounding in his heart greater than the one in his.. balls...

The tips of his hair flash pink, "U-Uh, don't worry 'bout it―I was just being d-dramatic!" He wasn't, a controller to the balls is no joke.

Woo, your idea worked! You smile fondly before granting him another kiss―this time, right on the lips (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈).

Malleus ⋆˙⟡

↳ You gently tug on Malleus's coat, grabbing his attention. Pointing to a run-down statue, you spout a question, "Hornton, is that a grotesque?" Your tone is curious and gentle.

Malleus smiles, almost proudly, "Why yes, it is. You are a rather quick learner, dearest."

His hand reaches down to uncurl your fingers from his coat, replacing the fabric with his gentle touch. Your hand feels safe and warm in his hold.

What a romantic scene. The magic-less human of Ramshackle and the fearsome Malleus Draconia strolling around campus deep into the night was truly a sight to behold. What on earth could go wrong? (˶˃𐃷˂˶)

"Child of man, do you know why this statue is not classified as a gargoyle?"

Your gaze diverts from his like a blushing maiden―such romantic questions make you oh so nervous! "O-Oh, well... it's simple really." Malleus tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "Whilst it's pleasing to the eye, it serves no real function."

Malleus has never looked so intrigued, a pleased smile resting on his lips as he listens to your explanation. He already knows, of course, though he loves to hear it come from his beloved.

"And a gargoyle―EEK!" A HUGE mosquito lands on you, obviously desperate to suck your blood! (how rude ( •̀⤙•́ )) In a sudden panic, you smack the nasty beast away with your hand, not realising what else you might have smacked.

Malleus is frozen in place, eyes wide with shock and... pain? His grip on your hands, previously so soft, is now firm and tight―his hold not budging, no matter how harshly you pull. He can't believe it, his one true love had suddenly attacked him in his most vital area, the balls. .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.

"Oh no, M-Mal, please speak to me―I'm so so sorry!" Glancing down at your purse, an idea sparks in your head. You manage to replace your hand with a yummy chocolate candy. "Hornton..." You sulk, this idea surely has to work!

Malleus peers down at your gift, releasing a loud sigh as he finally softens. "My beloved..." It comes out as a whisper. He looks into your eyes with a strange look, almost like he is in awe. "Your sudden attack has wounded me. Apologies, for I was unable to move for a moment." Uh oh.

You hang your head low in shame, a guilty pout settling on your lips.

A hand cradles your cheek tenderly, Malleus smiling warmly in front of you like the incident never happened. "Hehe, your bribe is very charming. Such an interesting display of affection." Malleus is happy with his new discovery.

You watch as he tucks the candy into his pocket like a prize.

[sweet60sbaby]

Please mention if it’s a fem reader at the start of your stuff </3

hi I do •ᴗ•

If you are curious to why I only write for the ladies I’ve explained why here ♡

[hoodie4arla]

Ruggie boyfriend headcanons

note: i am still working on the requests, but i love ruggie so much, plus its his birthday..☹️ i also don’t see much about him sadly. this is also extremely short..

to start of with, this boy wants to be around you 24/7, he will make you join him while he does chores for Leona.

if he ever has spare thaumarks left over, he’s definitely going to get you something, whether it’s a small trinket or something cute looking he’s getting it.

if he ever says something stupid and he’s dead serious, if you laugh his ears would perk up so quickly, he would go all red. both embarrassment and him being flustered, although he knows you don’t mean anything bad with it.

this guy is unserious like so much when you both are together, if your refusing to talk to him because your upset over something he did; he would definitely not take you serious whatsoever, most of the time it ends up with him somehow making you laugh.

he knows how to deal with you as much as as you do with, he can tell if your mood is down, if your mad anything like that somehow he will just know of the bat.

before you guys started dating he definitely use to leave stuff outside ramshackle dorm for you, most of the time grim had stolen some of it from you.

oh grim? ruggie and grim definitely argue over who gets you attention like 99% of the time and it would stay as soon as you left the room or if you turned away for even a second.

if you feel insecure around him he will also catch on to that, i mean he’s no stranger to those feelings. he’s in a college where most of the people are rich and famous, he doesn’t have that.

if your having a bad day and he can’t be there he would most likely message and be on the phone with you no matter what he’s doing, he could be training with leona and jack for spell drive, while taking a break to properly talk to you leona makes it go straight at his head.

[sweet60sbaby]

I love Ruggie sm happy birthday to my mans ♡

[sweet60sbaby]

Hi hi!! Can i request Epel felmier with yuu/a partner that wears jirai kei? ᡗྀི𓈒ɞ̴̶̷ ɞ̴̶̷ 𓈒ྀི੭֯♡݂

"You're my Coney Island Baby!" ♡

Content ― Reader is Yuu, reader is a lady, established relationship, light smooching, not proofread, probably so ooc omigosh.

1,008 Word count⌇Sorry this request took so long to do, and thank you for your support (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

♡ Epel is sure you are the COOLEST person he's ever met, seriously―not a day goes by without him yapping someone's ear off about how amazing you are. It's such an honour that Epel has a girlfriend as adorbs as you (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶). I imagine the first time the two of you met was a pure coincidence. Perhaps Epel was simply exploring NRC, and then Viola―there you are, all pink and cute! He was instantly captivated by your beauty and style. Who would've thought the two of you would be such a charming couple? I think so―and I'll yap all about it!

♡ He's really excited to show you off to everyone once the two of you start dating, which can be a little overwhelming, especially because Epel is insistent on showing you to the gorgeous diva himself: Vil. But don't you worry your pretty little head―he absolutely adores you! In fact, Vil is overjoyed that Epel has another fashionable role model. It gives Vil some hope that his underclassmen can finally mature up and listen to him for once...

♡ Apart from Epel getting to look at your cutie little face all day, he doesn't quite realise what he's getting himself into. He would've never thought he would soon spend his free time being dragged from store to store by his girlfriend on the hunt for new clothes―they all look the same to him! He doesn't hate it, it's just really confusing when all of a sudden you're acting like he's a fashion expert. It's all, "Epel, which one's cuter, this one or that one?" or, "ugh, I just can't decide if this suits me." Epel simply thinks you look pretty in anything ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

"Ooh! Epel, look, isn't that dress so cute!" You squeal, slapping his shoulder a few times to get him to look at a store's window display.

He squints, glancing at the dresses and then at you. "Ain't all those dresses all tha' same?"

Rolling your eyes, you huff, "Uhm, no! That one has black ruffles, and the other one doesn't, duh."

Man, he's really lost here.

♡ Now here's the fun part―Epel will let you dress him up as much as you want. Okay, when Vil does it? He hates it, feels like a girl or whatever (¬`‸´¬). But you? Well, he doesn't love it―but since it's a pretty lady doing it (who gives him alota kisses), he supposes he'll let it slide. You just have to disguise it as playing dress up, "Oh, it's okay, Epel, I just wanna have a bit of fun―haven't you heard of pre-shower makeup before?" Muehehe... It's all a part of your evil plan...

↳ "Hii, Vil!" You practically beam, plopping down to sit next to him.

Vil delicately closes his book, glancing over beside him. "Why, it's you, little spuddling." Despite his teasing nickname, he is quite pleased to see you―you always had the most curious little notions on fashion. "Looking for, Epel, I suppose?"

You sheepishly giggle, "Yes―I just can't find him anywhere!" Fiddling with the charms on your phone case, you continue, "I found some really adorable dresses, and I wanna show him."

Crossing his legs, Vil shakes his head with a sigh, "That boy doesn't know the first thing about fashion." He holds out his hand, "I promise I'll give you my most honest opinion."

He hums as he flicks through each picture, tapping his chin twice as he settles on one. "This one will flatter you the most, you have a darling face and we wouldn't want to overshadow it, yes?"

With a bright smile, you nod, feeling bashful that you got a compliment from a famous model. "Awe, thank you, Vil, it is so so cute..."

"Huh, what is?" Ah, there's your boyfriend!

Jumping up from your seat, you wave goodbye and skip towards Epel, pulling him in for a hug. "Oh, Vil was just giving me some advice, that's all."

He turns his head to the man in question, grumbling nonsense. "Hey―I bet I can give you better advice than that guy..."

You coo before pushing him in the direction of his dorm, rubbing his back teasingly. "Oh, of course you could~!"

With a thud, you land on Epel's comfy mattress, going criss-cross apple sauce as you scroll through the pictures you previously showed Vil. Epel, however, wasn't as relaxed as you happened to be―a foul scowl on his face made it clear how tense he was.

"Baby, I was gonna show you!"

You giggled at his face, presenting the pictures to him, "Epel, Vil just happened to be there―no need to get all jelly."

"I ain't jelly." Epel squinted as he scrolled through each dress, eyeing them up and down like they were his sworn enemies.

Epel didn't know the first thing about girly clothes; he didn't pay attention to whatever Vil decided to spill out of his mouth that day. He desperately needed to come up with something amazing to say―something that would make you swoon right into his arms!

And that's when he thought of it.

Slowly, he handed back your phone, an oddly calm smile gracing his face as he locked eyes with you. "Ya know what, sugar, whatever makes you happy."

Wow, what a basic answer.

―But honestly, it was sort of sweet (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶).

Epel caught onto your blank stare pretty quickly, adding a jumbled, "'Cause ya look gorgeous in everything, 'course!"

But then you smiled, a sweet, pretty smile that made his heart relax―it seemed you were the one who made him swoon.

You released a satisfied hum, crawling over to hug him tightly. "You know I'm just gonna buy the dress that Vil liked."

He sighs, "Yeah, I know."

Snuggling even closer, you press a delicate kiss on his cheek. "But your words made me happy, really happy."

"Heh, what can I say, my girlfriend does have really good fashion sense." You could practically feel Epel's ego grow by the second.

"―and she is gorgeous, ya know."

Song title: Coney Island Baby by The Excellents ♡

(Guys, if this doesn't sound like Epel at all, pls pls pls don't kill me, guys ˙ᵕ˙)

[sweet60sbaby]

Ohhh i saw ur relpy to my request n its totally fine (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Btw u r so sweett i wnattt too know which characters that have your coded (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

hehe tyyyyy eek ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

okay i'm sosososo sorry it's taken me a month to replyyyyy ekk

After you made your request, I added a new rule on my blog that I don't write readers/yuu who are coded like another character―just to avoid people getting disappointed in the future!

But since you had made a request before I updated my rules, if you would like to make a new request, I will be happy to do it for youuuu ♡

uhmmmsiesss I don't really know what characters I will be able to do other than like Disney, but if you give me a list of characters, I most likely will be able to do it!!

[sweet60sbaby]

Hiii can I request the second year's dating reader who's a vampire? Basically reader is in desperate need of blood. Would they nonchalantly offer up their neck? And how would they take care of us after?

The Second years with a vampire sweetheart ⭑.ᐟ

Content ― Reader is Yuu, reader is a lady, not proofread, SUGGESTIVE, reader is a vampire, idk why all the scenarios are on a bed, established relationship, blood, some kissy kissy, also just imagine that Crowley gets a supply of blood for you but it came late or something.

6904 Word count⌇this request was sooo much fun to do, I love vampiresss and I hope you like it!! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

Riddle ⋆˙⟡

♡ I think people often characterise Riddle as judgmental, but let's just remember that he's the house warden of Heartslabyul―the house based on Alice in Wonderland. So, if you were a vampire, he would actually be completely fine with it (in fact, he's rather fond of it), after all, he's seen much more unusual things. Even when you turn ravenous from the shortage of blood, Riddle doesn't feel fear. No, he's absolutely fuming that Crowley hasn't been feeding you properly!

♡ You mention it hesitantly, knowing how short-tempered Riddle can be at times. You were right to be scared. Because if you thought he was going to let it slide that his beloved has to starve because some little idiot headmaster made a mistake, you were horribly wrong. In the next hour, Crowley gets sent approximately thirty-two letters stating what an absolute idiot he is. Though (don't worry) eventually, you manage to calm Riddle down.

"Riddle, honey―it's fine, really!" You glance over his shoulder, watching him write like a madman.

"Nonsense! The headmaster did an awful thing. My rose, you have to learn not to let people boss you around like this." Sigh, good luck trying to stop him.

♡ Now, when it comes to discussing whether he would let you drink his blood or not...of course he would! Firstly, he wouldn't offer right away; he has to scold you (just) a little bit. Riddle reminds you how important taking care of your health is, and although he will let you bite him, you need to keep track of how much sustenance you have and alert him the second you feel hungry. Secondly―actually, no wait, that's it. Riddle has been very on edge since your energy/mood declined from the lack of blood, so he commands you to bite him straight away! After all, the last thing he wants is for his beloved to die on him (ó﹏ò｡).

♡ Due to these circumstances, Riddle lets you boss him around as much as you like. You want to sit on his lap whilst you suck his blood, okay, great! Oh, you want to lie down? That's fine too―all that matters is that you're comfortable. Once you've had your fill, Riddle checks at least ten times whether you are actually satisfied or not―even going as far as to ask you if you need even more! But alas, you wouldn't take advantage of him like that (or would you...).

↳ "Alright, are you comfortable, my rose?" Riddle fusses, fluffing up the pillow behind you. "Ah! Perhaps you might want another blanket, I'll just go get―"

"Just stay, Riddle!" You interrupt with a pout on your lips. Pulling on his hand, you drag him closer to where you sat on his bed. "All I need is you." Well, yes―you need his tasty blood, of course.

Riddle sighs before sitting down next to you. "I apologise, my love..." Shaking his head, he places a hand on top of yours, patting it gently. "I... worry over your condition."

With wide eyes, you gasp―is he scared of you? "Riddle I―"

"Pardon, I'm just speaking nonsense." With reddened cheeks, Riddle begins to unbutton his shirt. "You're going to be just fine after you feed, after all." He forces a small smile. You remain silent, scooching to sit on his lap, your fingers wandering to a spot on his neck. Suddenly you ask, "Are you afraid of me?"

"Nonsense!" Riddle blurts out. "My dear rose, you've gone almost two weeks with no sustenance. I worry for you!" Quickly, he motions you closer, his hand placed gently on the back of your head. "Please, I need you to drink."

So you do. At first, it was uncomfortable, digging your fangs into your boyfriend's skin. But then came the pleasure, and the sweet, sweet taste of fresh blood on your tongue. You gulped down the liquid, hands pawing his shoulders desperately for more.

But then came a gasp. Hearing Riddle's voice, your eyes shot open, whining sadly at his pain. Though when you looked at his face, you quickly assessed the situation for what it was. Ehem, awkward....

He must have realised you were concentrating on his blushing face, his hand quickly guiding you to resume drinking. "P-Please, don't focus on me, my rose." As you continue to feed, Riddle kept his noises to a minimum, most likely not wanting to be teased later.

Soon, the dryness in your throat had finally dimmed―all thanks to your boyfriend's generosity. With one last gulp, you pulled back, wiping your blood-stained mouth with your pyjama sleeve.

Riddle tuts at your messiness, before letting out a long, relieved sigh, which was quickly followed by a grin. He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand, "How are you feeling now? Better, I hope."

Without wasting another second, you embrace your lover in a warm hug, placing a sorry kiss on the bite mark left on his neck. "Much better." You sigh lovingly into his skin. "I'll thank you properly later, okay?"

Dropping his head back onto the pillow, Riddle laughs bashfully at your suggestive remark―his beloved had such a way with words. "I'm glad you're back to your usual self."

Ruggie ⋆˙⟡

♡ Ruggie knows what it is like to be hungry, starving even. So when your face begins to pale, and your mood dims―he knows what he needs to do. Yes, Ruggie does believe that letting his girlfriend take a bite out of his neck is very freaky and quite frankly scary―but he loves you! And if that means that you need to suck his blood, he is willing to take a risk and let you. In fact, perhaps the first thing he does once he notices you're hungry is offer himself up.

♡ I understand that people have the opinion that Ruggie never does things without a price, even for his partner, but that is simply not true! Yes, he may make a similar remark here and there, but this is a serious situation. Ruggie casually offers his neck up like he's discussing the weather, so much so that your first instinct is to immediately turn him down. Only a couple of days have passed since your last feeding, and you weren't even that hungry! (yet). But no, Ruggie doesn't take that for an answer, so for the next week or so, you have to endure his teasing little remarks like, "Hungry yet?" "Oooh~, doesn't my neck look so tasty today?" and, "I just ate sweets, so my blood probably tastes just like a doughnut right now, ain't that cool?"

♡ Maybe the reason isn't just because you feel guilty drinking your boyfriend's blood; perhaps you've just never done it before. And if that's the case, that's alright―Ruggie's got you! The next thing you know, the two of you spend an evening watching videos of leeches and vampire-finches―what a beautiful bonding experience ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )! Though I can't say it helped you much, in fact, it just made you more scared...

"EEK! Ruggie, turn it off now!" You squeak, quickly covering you eyes with your hands.

"Whoa...that's some freaky shit." Ruggie squints his eyes and leans closer to his phone screen.

"NOW, RUGGIE!"

♡ And when he finally convinces you...it's like music to his ears. It's not like he wants to be bitten, per se, but he just doesn't want you to die, okay! (So stop with the biting kink allegations, perv...jk). He truly tries to make you comfortable; he even steals the good pillows and blankets from Leona's room. Even though you don't need water, he still has it on the bedside table to soothe your throat afterwards (and a first aid kit just in case you go a bit wild.)

↳ "Ruggie, I think I'm gonna die of hunger..." You crumble down and onto his lap, whining sadly into his neck. Ruggie gently caresses your head, leaning back onto the pillows to make you more comfortable.

"Aw, don't start cryin' now, sweet cheeks." Ruggie hums, tilting up your chin. "I already told you I don't mind." It was true, he had so generously offered you his neck a couple of moments ago, to which you nervously declined―but here you were anyway.

"I've never drunk from anyone before! M'nervous..." You quietly grumble into his skin.

Ruggie light-heartedly snickers, patting your head with his hand. "I'm the one gettin' bitten, you know?" With a sigh, he clumsily takes off his pyjama top, fully committing, no matter how nervous he may feel. "Soo... from the neck, yeah? Just give it your best shot, baby."

You position yourself better, straddling his lower stomach. Your eyes flicker from Ruggie's, then to his neck, and so forth. What if you bite too hard and accidentally murder your only boyfriend? Eeek!

Leaning forward, you try to sink your teeth into a spot on his neck, only to not even break skin―keep at it and the best thing you'll leave is a hickey. Sucking in a breath as your teeth plunge deeper, Ruggie says, "'K-Kay, going good. Ya almost got it."

When you finally break skin, Ruggie doesn't dare to take another breath. It hurts like a bitch, but the thought of his lovely lady being fed turns pain into pleasure.

As for you? You felt bad thinking it, but your boyfriend tasted amazing! His thick, hot blood soothed the ache in your throat, his now shaky hand gently cradling the back of your head, encouraging you to keep feeding.

Your eyes flicker up to Ruggie's face, noticing his tight-lipped expression and feeling a sense of guilt, knowing you were the one to inflict pain upon him.

As though he was reading your mind, Ruggie comforts you, "Heh, don't worry about me, sweet-cheeks. J-Just keep sucking my blood like a cute little mosquito."

Finally, you were satisfied―releasing your tight hold on Ruggie as you licked the dribbles of blood rolling down his skin. You took a proper look at your boyfriend, noticing how pale and drained he looked; it was frightening. Though one thing still hadn't changed, Ruggie still have that goofy smile on his face.

"Are you alright, Ruggie?" You asked in concern, your hand skimming over the bite in his neck.

Ruggie simply snickered, moving to rest back on his elbows. "Eh, I'll live." His shoulders shook as he laughed once more, his thumb reaching up to slide over your bottom lip. "Hehe, you're such a messy eater." Uh oh, embarrassing...!

Azul ⋆˙⟡

♡ Azul has never minded, not once, that you have an insatiable thirst for blood―the deep sea holds many worse characteristics, of course. He orders the finest supply of blood bags for you every week to quench your thirst, making sure you are happily fed. Though it has come to Azul's attention that your food is yet to be delivered this week, perhaps there has been a shortage of blood in the market as of late―what utter baffoons, don't they know he has a hungry beast counting on him? Azul reassures you like a good lover does, telling you to "Wait a little longer, dearest." But as days pass with no luck, it seems this may be a problem after all.

♡ Seeing the saddened look on your face makes Azul's heart ache, your cheeks hollow and pale as though he himself was starving you. No, this simply won't do. Perhaps, just for the time being, it would be all right for you to feed off him. The thought of being bitten by a blood-sucking creature such as yourself does make Azul a tinge nervous―though also undeniably endeared. He brings the idea up to you after a particularly hard day, softly caressing the side of your face as you lie like a sickly child on Azul's bed.

I...I have taken this into careful consideration, and the thought of you withering away like this pains me." Azul sighs, his eyes flickering to your doe-like orbs―your expression pulling at his heartstrings.

"D-Due to these circumstances...Would you care to feed off me?"

♡ Like what I said in Ruggie's part, Azul also watches educational videos on blood-sucking beasts, though this time in secret. Of course, there's nothing wrong with this at all! In reality, it's quite endearing to know that he's doing his research on similar species to yours―but he doesn't know that! So with the information he discovered, Azul aims to make your experience enjoyable (even though both of you are kind of terrified).

♡ While Azul will let your feed off him, it will have to be planned in advance; he needs to make sure the two of you won't be interrupted, after all. When the hunger is too much for you to handle, up to the point where you can't even manage by yourself, he lets you cling to his side the whole day. Even when he's deep in his paperwork or studying for a test, you'll be there on his lap or lying right beside him―when it comes to you, he's not the selfish man people make him out to be.

↳ You stand nervously on one side of the bed, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your night gown as you watch Azul stand on the other. He seems anxious, too, you think to yourself. You quickly avert your gaze as you meet his. It really shouldn't be like this at all. You've made out with him tons of times! Why is this so much different (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞?

This was... awkward, to say the least.

Though finally someone decides to speak up, "E-Ehm, how would you... Like to begin, my pearl?" Uh oh, now it was your turn to speak.

Glancing over to his bed, you blurt, "I wanna lie down." before quickly adding on, "t-together, please."

Azul nods with a small smile. It was kind of cute watching him try his best to make you feel comfortable. You shuffle down onto your side, eyes peering up at him as he does the same, his fingers quickly untying his robe.

"You have nothing to be nervous about." Azul takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles tenderly. "It will all come naturally to you, I'm sure of it." Placing one last peck to your skin, he guides you closer, placing your hands on his body. "Any spot will do, my love."

With your lips resting against his neck, you breathe in deeply, relaxing into Azul's comforting embrace. And then you do it. You cringe as you feel his skin break, but soon all the discomfort you felt previously turns into a sensation you can only describe as pure, utter desperation. His blood was intoxicating.

"H-Hah... very good work, beloved." Azul forces a smile, trying to keep things civil for your sake. "Such sharp f-fangs you have..." Though this was a very painful predicament, he was glad. Though this started off.... rocky, Azul was happy you found the confidence to keep drinking.

And before he knew it, you let go. Your jaw softened as you released your hold on him, slumping breathlessly against his chest. Your now-rosy face hid away from his gaze, the realisation that you acted so wildly dawning on you.

Azul doesn't let it slide, though. With furrowed brows, his hand tilts your bloodied face to meet his, chuckling softly at your messy expression. "Mm, I am so proud of you, my dear." Releasing you, he lets you hide away once more, his arms wrapping around you gently. "You have such a strong bite, it's fascinating..."

Jade ⋆˙⟡

♡ Since the day Jade met you, he has read EVERY single book in the school library that includes the history of vampires, their diet, behaviours, etc. Trust me when I say this, he is the biggest vampire nerd you know. So once you mention how hungry you've gotten as of late, he knew it was his time to shine. It's not like he's glad you're suffering―oh no, of course not. Jade is worried sick for his beloved! But...He's always wondered what it would be like to be bitten by one of your kind.

♡ He doesn't bring up the idea to you straight away―no, you have to be the one to ask. Jade doesn't mean to be cruel or teasing; he knows you desire to drink his blood, and he wants you to admit it. In the meantime, though, he absolutely babies you. Aw, you feel tired from the lack of energy? You poor thing―why don't you lie down for the rest of the day as Jade does all your homework for you! You're moody because you haven't had blood for a while? That's alright, Jade is here to hold you and caress your silken locks till you relax.

"Jade, tell your stupid brother to stop calling me feisty―I. am. not. feisty!" You stomp your foot angrily.

"My my, how rude of him." His arms wrap around you, resting his cheek on the top of your head as he rubs your back with a coo. "It's alright, my beloved, he will be thoroughly dealt with."

♡ With everything being said, if you are too shy to ask him if you can puncture his skin with your fangs and drain the blood out of his body, that's alright too. After all, you are his beloved, and boy, does he have a soft spot for you. Jade simply lays you down on his bed, fluffing up the pillows beneath you with his shirt unbuttoned. Of course, he loves to test people's patience, even driving them to the brink at times with a sinister smile on his face. But his weakness is you―and there is no way he's going to let you starve.

♡ My, what a thrilling experience that was! Apart from feeling dizzy, Jade feels quite satisfied. Besides, that drowsy, happy expression on your faces makes him feel very pleased. Looking down at you, he sees small puddles of red on your clothing and skin―though Jade isn't exactly very clean either. This whole situation is rather amusing to him, from the bashful pink on your cheeks to the bite on his neck. What a fulfilling day this has been. After your feeding, Jade runs a bath for the two of you, dumping your blood-stained clothes into the wash. Now, as he washes the red off your body, he concludes one thing―you must do this again.

↳"My, what an adorable expression that is." Jade chuckled.

This was not adorable; this was embarrassing! You insisted you were fine. Yes, perhaps you were starving and going mad from the lack of blood, but that wasn't Jade's problem to worry about! But no, here you were, lying beneath him with his shirt unbuttoned and his neck practically saying, "Bite me! Bite me!"

"Jade, this is so humiliating!" You whined, letting out a small 'tsk' at his foolishness. But still, Jade didn't plan to change his intentions.

"Why? This is natural for your kind, dearest." He simply pulled down the collar of his shirt even more, exposing his JUICY collarbone. Jade raised his brows, snickering mischievously. "Unless...You want me to demonstrate on you first?"

You gasped, there is no way he's gonna bite into your baby-soft skin (•̀⤙•́ )! "Okay, okay!" A heavy sigh rings out through the room. "I'll do it, idiot."

Moving closer to his neck, you glance back up at Jade, looking for reassurance. In reply, he cradles the back of your head, pushing you down closer to his skin. It's only when he feels your teeth graze his neck that he says, "That's a good girl."

With Jade's hold on you, urging you to continue, you bite down. You squeeze your eyes shut as you taste the first drop of blood, the flavour overwhelmingly delicious. Your arms swing around his neck, gripping onto the fabric on his back.

In return, Jade lets out a breathless laugh, entertained by your enthusiasm. This whole ordeal makes him pleased. He's grateful you decided to feast on him after all―It would be devastating if you let yourself rot away.

Your fingers curl into Jade's shirt―humming in delight at the warm taste of blood. He was intoxicating. So much so that your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer into your embrace.

"E-Easy now, my dear. I'm not going anywhere." Jade gazes down at you, smiling at your blissful expression. The pain is invigorating―but still, Jade can't help but want more.

With one final gulp, your head falls back onto the pillow―eye's blown wide as you gasp out of breath.

Jade's hand sits on your forehead, calming you with the stroke of his thumb. "That's it, I hope your satisifed." He kisses your blood-stained cheek, curious about the blood dribbling down your chin. "Do you feel better now, dearest?"

You manage to give him a nod through your fit of giggles―it looks like Jade is wearing bright-red lipstick! "Hehe―much better!"

Jade simply brushed off your sudden laughter; who knows what odd thing made you amused this time? Lastly, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, though this time, he remains close. "You know I didn't mean to be forceful earlier, I simply wish the best for you."

You smile sweetly, "I know, that's why I love you."

Floyd ⋆˙⟡

♡ Listen, I know people love to say that Floyd's into biting, so unpopular opinion, but I think Floyd would be the most scared out of everyone. That's not to say he wouldn't let you do it, because he absolutely would, but let's just say the thought of you biting into his flesh and sucking his blood makes him a little freaked out ( •᷄ᯅ•᷅ ). It all starts when you tell him that Sam's shop has yet to restock with blood bags. At first, Floyd doesn't think anything of it―no biggie, worst comes to worst, Azul could probably arrange something for his little blood-sucking shrimpy. Another day passes, you're still hungry―all whiny and snappy, and it frightens him...

♡ Floyd tries cooking you a delicious meal―he knows you only consume blood, but maybe his mother's famous seafood soup will satisfy you for now? Spoiler alert: it doesn't. At this point, Floyd is panicking―he knows he's next on the menu and it's only a matter of time before you sink your teeth into him. No matter if you're small or short, big or tall, all he sees is a hungry beast. Even if you just wanna give your boyfriend a hug―Floyd screeches and runs away. Who knows? Maybe you were really trying to bite him!

"AH!" Floyd yelps. Your arms wrap around Floyd from behind, nuzzling your cheek onto his back. "Huh? What's the matter, Floyd?"

He tenses, gulping as he stays unnaturally still. "Are ya still hungry, shrimpy?"

♡ He confides in Jade, whining to him, asking what on earth he should do! Jade simply laughs slyly, "Ohoho. Floyd, it is simply the way of the world." He explains. "Think of it this way, Yuu is a sea-lamprey, and you are a helpless lake-trout. Understand?" Floyd should've known he would say that. Finally, he accepts his defeat―if his little shrimp was hungry, he was gonna be the prey she deserved to devour.

♡ And actually, being bitten wasn't so bad in the end. Sure, Floyd was terrified at first―but it was a nice feeling seeing you so happy after being fed. Before, when you were starving, you were like an angry ball of fire. But now? Gosh, it looked like you won the lottery! You were so happy that you couldn't stop smooching and hugging your boyfriend, thanking him endlessly, "You're so sweet, Floyd!" He's so dazed from the loss of blood, he doesn't even realise your cheeky murmurs on how delicious he tasted (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝).

↳"Floyd, you promised you'd let me!" You angrily cross your arms and thump your foot on the floor.

Floyd winces at your raised tone before motioning you over to sit down on your bed. Yes, it was Floyd himself who offered you his blood, but can't a guy second-guess himself?

"I will, Promise, Shrimpy! You're just freakin' me out a little, is all." His thumb shakily glides over your fangs, jolting when it pricks his skin, a bead of blood rolling down his hand. "Man... that's gonna be my neck in a minute..."

You let out a dramatic and impatient sigh, causing Floyd to slump his body down onto the mattress, your hips settling over his lower stomach. Pulling down the collar of his shirt, you see his naked neck, your stomach gurgling. Placing a delicate kiss on his cheek, you reassure him, "I'll be as gentle as I can."

Floyd gently guides your head back to his neck and pats it firmly. "Just get better, 'kay? Don't need you dyin' on me."

Hesitantly, you bite down―squeaking as blood rushes into your mouth. It was different this way, with no bad plastic taste in your mouth, unlike when you feed from a bag. Floyd's blood was warm, a sense of comfort rushing over you as you drank. Although he was hesitant, you knew how much he cared for you, you always do.

"H-Hah, good little shrimpy." Floyd, on the other hand, felt oddly relaxed. Boy, did it hurt like hell. But in a way, he felt blissed out. He craned his head down, glancing at your face―he couldn't help but giggle, you just looked too cute! Maybe Jade was right―you were like a sweet little sea lamprey

His long arms pull you closer, tugging your hair away from your face, gently stroking your locks. "C'mon, keep g-goin', till you're n-nice and full." Floyd eyes one of your hands, watching it move to rest on his chest.

You force yourself to detach your lips from his neck, panting with droplets of blood rolling down past your chin. For the first time in five minutes, you peer down at your boyfriend―watching him breathlessly laugh, (what a goof).

"Thank you, Floyd. I love you s'much!" Your nose snuggles into his cheek, blood smearing onto his skin as you kiss him repeatedly. "I feel sooo amazing now. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Uugh―shrimpy, you're getting Floyd juice all over me!"

Kalim ⋆˙⟡

♡ Kalim acts like you're a dying woman. I mean literally, if he's not crying into your arms or doting over your every move, something's wrong with him. It's not something that gradually happens either, just as soon as it's confirmed that Crowley messed up your blood-bag supply. He's absolutely devastated for you; it's like he can feel your hunger. At one point, Kalim even offers to fast so the two of you can suffer together―along with some other strange ideas.

♡ Jamil manages to calm him down a little bit, not much, but it's a start! Although Kalim is too miserable to throw any parties (I know, shocker), he still manages to go all out. He tries to make you taste all different kinds of cuisine, just in case you can magically eat human food, and makes sure you're as snug as a bug by giving you an endless supply of bedding and pillows. If that somehow wasn't enough, boxes and gifts get delivered to your doorstep every morning and night, because makeup and pretty necklaces can surely cure your hunger―just kidding, Kalim is a sweetie pie ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝).

♡ And if you're wondering if he lets you have a wee taste of his blood, he practically begs Jamil. Why ask Jamil and not you, you may ask? Well, because he realises Kalim's intentions the second the idea pops into his head―and he does everything he can to stop him. It's not that Jamil doesn't like you―no, no, no, of course not! In fact, he's eternally grateful that you help deal with Kalim's antics. It's just that what if something happens to him (like passing out), and Jamil has to deal with the consequences?

"Jamil, please let me! My sweet, gorgeous jewel is suffering!" Dramatic tears swell in Kalim's eyes, his hands pleading together helplessly.

Jamil simply rolls his eyes, ignoring the boy entirely. "Kalim, you're not five anymore. Get off your knees already."

♡ Oh, but he finds a way. Kalim skips club activities because he knows Jamil is busy playing basketball―and this is his time to strike. He snatches your hand and pulls you along to Scarabia, tiptoeing into his room as quietly as possible. Only then can you finally have your feast (๑>؂•̀๑). But who am I kidding? Jamil definitely finds out once he sees how you mysteriously regained all your energy the next day.

↳ "W-Wait, Kalim!"

Kalim pulls you into his bedroom, giggling in glee as he slams the door shut behind you.

"Ha ha! Isn't this so exciting?" He rushes over to the mirror at his desk, sitting down on the floor as he unclasps the jewellery around his neck. Turning around to face you, Kalim pats his thighs excitedly, beckoning you to sit down.

You look around cautiously before choosing to sit down in front of your boyfriend. You shaky hands fiddle in your lap before choosing to speak, "I'm not sure if this is such a good idea..."

He pouts like a sad puppy, resting his chin on his hands as you express your concerns. Perhaps Kalim doesn't see all the complications of his decision...

"What if I accidentally take too much blood and you pass out or something?" You huff, "Jamil's gonna be so mad at us, you know..."

With one eager pull to the waist, you end up sitting in Kalim's lap, his arms cradling you like a precious gem. "But this is a very urgent matter!" He insists, playfully pinching your cheeks before patting them better. "―and as your boyfriend, it's my duty to take care of you."

In the blink of an eye, Kalim flings his shirt across his floor, opening his arms wide as though to encourage your behaviour. "Come on, pretty, bite me―I can take it!"

You sigh heavily, pouting your lips before slowly leaning in. "I am pretty hungry..." goosebumps appear on his neck as you whisper. "Fine, but it's gonna really hurt, Kalim."

Kalim giggles as your lips caress his skin―sharp fangs biting down until droplets of blood slide down his chest. Your bite, moaning softly as hot liquid fills your mouth, heavenly.

"Wow―ha ha, y-you're so strong!" Indeed, you were, you sharp nails digging into his shoulders, your body unable to stay still. With a loud thud, Kalim's head bangs onto the floor, your body landing on his.

"A-Ah!" he seethes through his teeth, the pounding on his head mixed with your harsh bite sends pain through his spine.

You don't seem to notice, though, licking your lips happily as you finish up your tasty meal. A satisfied grin appears on your lips as you kiss your beloved's cheek. "Mmm, thank you, baby!" It seems your sweet demeanour returns once again.

Despite Kalim's struggles, he still manages to smile gently at you. "Anytime, my sweet."

Jamil ⋆˙⟡

♡ Okay, for starters, I think you being a vampire may have caused some difficulties in your relationship at the start. Jamil wasn't scared, per se, but at first, I think he definitely had some trust issues. If we're talking present time, I reckon the two of you have, let's say... connected over your differences. And now, as you stumble upon this current dilemma of starvation and whatnot, Jamil's closed-off demeanour starts to soften a little bit for you. For anyone else, the topic of someone feeding off me would be a hard no, but when it comes to his beloved...

♡ If you asked him first, Jamil most likely would agree. But if you simply endured your starvation? He would observe you. Hold on, I know it sounds a bit strange, but let me explain. Going back to the topic of trust issues, I think a part of Jamil wonders if losing control and being attacked by you would be a possibility―a possibility that makes Jamil wanna cry (•́ ᴖ •̀). He doesn't want to think that way, of course, but he just can't get the thought out of his head.

♡ And when a week or two passes, and although you cry from exhaustion and whine to Jamil all day long, you have been a very well-behaved little vampire (yay)! So you've earned it―the right to much on your boyfriend. I would also like to say that, like the others, Jamil doesn't take satisfaction in seeing you suffer, because he really, really hates it! And like Jade, he does try to make your life easier by doing tasks for you. He even offers to sleep beside you at night, since he knows how much it comforts you (and he also wants to make sure you don't like, turn to dust in your sleep or whatever vampires do.)

Your head falls on Jamil's shoulder, nose nuzzling his warm neck. It alarms him at first, until it doesn't―until he realises it's you. "That bad, huh?"

You nod sleepily, digging your face deeper into his comforting warmth. The hunger was overwhelming.

He smiles softly, shaking his head at your clinginess. "Silly girl." He pats your head gently.

♡ Now, this whole 'drinking blood thing' the two of you have going on is a secret affair. I mean, this is gonna take place in the late hours of the night, in your room (Grim is out of the picture tonight), and he absolutely makes you promise to never bring this up to anyone, especially Kalim. As I write this, I realise that some people may think Jamil to be mean in this fic, but understand this: Jamil is in love with you. So much so, he needs to see that if you do such an intimate act together, you won't take advantage of his vulnerability.

↳ "You do look unwell." Jamil crouches down in front of you, examining your pale and exhausted features.

Your hands fidget in your lap, shaking your head with a guilty pout. "You don't have to, Jamil. I promise I can wait a little longer―"

Jamil quickly cuts you off, standing up straight to slip off his shirt. With a small sigh, he folds the clothing and places it on your bedside table. "You're hungry, aren't you?"

You nod bashfully. Like always, he was right.

Jamil smirks softly, nodding his head along with your answer. "Then that's that." He sits against the headrest of your bed, pulling you to sit on his lap. Only he knows he can see the sharpness of your fangs―a wave of unease settling in his stomach.

You sensed it straight away. Eager to provide comfort, you speak, "I love you, Jamil." Okay, straightforward much. Quickly, you add, "even if your blood is really tasty, I won't take too much, okay?"

He laughs at your foolishness, pinching his temple. Now, he holds you a little tighter. "Wonderful," Jamil replies sarcastically, pulling his long hair to the side. "...I don't want you to worry about me. Drink until you're satisfied." How charming!

With a peck to his cheek, you lean in to his neck, looking up for a moment to see him nodding in confirmation. You bite down, trying to ignore the small gasps of pain that spout from your beloved's mouth. His blood is thick, sickeningly sweet. Hot liquid soothes the ache in your throat; you feel it glide down to the depths of your stomach.

"H-Hah―"Jamil gasps, red decorating his cheeks from the sudden sound. Noticing how he alarmed you, Jamil quickly blurts out praise, "C-Continue, that's it."

You hum in delight, finally, for the first time in weeks, you were content. Suckling down onto his skin you hands reach into his hair, the softness soothing the rush that flows through you.

As you finished, you licked the dribbles of blood that rolled down his bare chest―you feel the shakiness of his breath. "Jamil, baby, are you okay?"

Jamil feels strangely relieved. You had the chance to suck him dry, but you didn't. You were sweet, kind, gentle. With a tender smile, he pulls you in for a kiss, tasting the blood on your lips. He murmurs softly, "I hope you're satisfied, sweet girl."

Silver ⋆˙⟡

♡ Silver is VERY concerned. For you and your well-being, I should clarify, not at all because he's scared of you. And why should he be? Silver was raised around all different kinds of Fae, so why on earth would he think you're scary? Anyways, Silver definitely tries to come up with solutions for your little food shortage problem―I don't think he realises straight away that he could simply offer himself up like that. You could just ask to drink his blood, but he's just being so sweet and charming!

♡ And, when he runs out of ideas (because trying to find a place that sells human blood is quite difficult), he, of course, turns to Lilia for help. Silver is his son, so it's quite easy for him to sense how much he cares for you. Lilia sees you almost every day, and he just thinks you are just the sweetest and cutest little vampire he has ever seen―your relationship is very much Lilia-approved (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶). Therefore, and I'm not saying he's encouraging it, but he does bring up the idea to Silver of letting you drink his blood. Okay, I know that sounds a bit crazy, but hear me out on this. Lilia is a very wise old man; he could easily tell if you had ill intentions on this, and, spoiler alert, you don't!

"Father, she's very ill. What can I possibly do to help her?" Silver practically begs.

Despite the situation, Lilia chuckles softly, "You're very fond of this girl, aren't you?"

Silver blinks in confusion, of course he was? He's courting you, is he not? "Yes, I love her."

♡ Lilia would firstly give Silver the talk (no, no, no, not that talk, silly), where he explains what to do if things go south and how to bandage the wound afterwards, yada-yada. Only when he thinks his dear boy is ready, will he let Silver run off and ask you―and boy does he run, Silver can't believe he hasn't thought of this sooner, there's no time to waste! It's a bit confronting, honestly, seeing him be so direct. It seems he's really adamant about you drinking his blood.

♡ Silver doesn't know tons about your species, so he really goes all out when preparing for your feast (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝). He has about five blankets on hand, with dozens of pillows and towels, and he even asks his roommate for a couple of hours of privacy just in case someone barges in. When it comes to the actual act of being bitten, he quite frankly isn't scared at all. It's just you, after all. Why would he be scared of a cute little vampire like you?

↳ Sure, you are a lot weaker at the moment, but surely you don't need help with everything!

"O-Oh! Silver it's okay, you don't need to―"

His strong arms help you sit on the cushioned bed, examining your well-being with careful precision. "Ah, apologies." Silver explains where his behaviour stemmed from, "Father told me your state would be weakened at the moment."

Aw, so sweet! A bashful smile crawls onto your face, a hand covering your mouth with a shy giggle, "That's very kind of you, Silver, thank you." You notice how he awkwardly shuffles for a moment before ultimately deciding to join you on his bed.

He leans against the headboard, a gentle smile coaxing you closer to him, "Perhaps... you would like to rest on my lap?" So you do, apologising softly as you rest your weight on him.

"Beloved, I've been meaning to ask you something." Silver's soothing voice draws you closer, curious. "Which part of my body do you bite?" That's a very good question indeed....

You bite your bottom lip, "Oh, uhm!" Your hands wander to your lap nervously. "I'm not quite sure... this is my first time." In fairy tales, vampires usually bite their prey's neck, right?

Silver rubs your arm fondly, desperate to comfort you. "Hey, that's alright." He pauses for a moment before an idea sparks in his head, "Father mentioned the neck being the more popular choice―if that helps."

Seeing your nodding head, Silver pulls down his shirt collar, his pale collarbone peaking out inticingly. "There, you go, beloved. Give it your best shot, okay?"

You kiss his neck softly, testing the motions hesitantly. You nip his skin, each bite growing stronger until his skin gets caught in your teeth and you bite. His blood, thick and sickeningly sweet, runs down your throat like a faucet. You hear his gasps, his groans, until the noise disappears as you suck on his neck more desperately. Your arms, which previously struggled to grasp a pencil, now tugged on his shirt, grasping and clawing at the material. But then you realise something, why did his sweet noises stop?

"Silver?!" You gasp as you tear yourself off his neck. Oh my gosh, you just killed your only boyfriend! "SILVER!" You shake his unconscious body with all your might, tears building up in your eyes.

He blinks, slow and confused. "P-Pardon? Are you alright, my love?"

"I THOUGHT YOU DIED!"

[sweet60sbaby]

⋆.𐙚 ̊. Small drabble about my beloved Floyd !! ꒰ I'm working super hard on the next fic, don't you worry! (hint: you're a vampire...)

Once you start dating Floyd, Jade goes totally soft on you.

His whole life, Jade has thought to himself, how on earth is his exceptionally eccentric twin brother ever gonna settle down and get himself a bride? It sounds silly, but Jade is genuinely concerned.

I mean, I believe Floyd never really had much interest in girls or even dating, for that matter. It wasn't like he avoided them on purpose or anything. Getting a girlfriend just wasn't a major concern for him.

Until you came along.

You're sweet, bubbly, and all innocent-looking, which, to be fair, concerns Jade a little bit. Floyd is no monster, of course. But as you are the only girl at school, having a tall, sharp-toothed, teasing little eel on your back 24/7 was surely gonna make you cry, just a little bit.

But no, you actually laughed at Floyd's antics―and not just a pity laugh either, I mean a proper laugh. In fact, you encouraged him. For once, Floyd wasn't the one doing the annoying, it was you―and boy did he love it.

Each time you saw him, you greeted him with a sincere hug, letting Floyd pick you up and twirl you around till you were a giggly mess. You even were always there at his basketball games, praising him whether he actually participated or not. The two of you were a match made in heaven (or hell).

So naturally, when Jade notices the fondness in his brother's eyes, and boy does he see it, a weight lifts off his shoulders. The way Jade sees it, your family now, because there is no way in hell any other girl is going to put up with a guy like Floyd.