Out of sight, out of mind

🪐🎀 𝐒𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀🎀🪐 | Over 18 years old | 🇫🇷/🇲🇦 | ♍ | 09/09 🍰| Remember that all the content published on this blog is fictional. 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒/𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 <𝟑𝟑

[syerra-637]

𐙚Masterpost꒱

(Asks are open <33)

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𝐌𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

(fandoms, rules and reminder)

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𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Fandom that you can find: twisted wonderland lots of twisted wonderland stuff, black butler, hunterxhunter, spy family, disney, vinland saga, jjk, ghibli, Baki, and some original characters not much for all that T-T.

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𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

This one will quickly lengthen, don't worry ;)

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬

| #1 | #2 | #3 |

[idiasplayertwo]

LUCKY YOU .ᐟ

𝓡eaction to their beloved wearing "𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢" jeans <33 .

·˚ ༘ 𝓕eaturing ; trey, leona, floyd, vil, cater !

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ WARNING; minors do not interact !!

— unedited writing —

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒯rey !

doesn't take trey long to notice, when he unzips your jeans he blinks once, twice—and chuckles lightly into your ear. his eyes linger too long for you to not notice, and you blushes slightly.

"well...that's one way to get a guy's attention~"

he gently hooks his fingers between your belt loops and pulls them further apart, and down your thighs, to get a better view of your underwear as well.

your back arches slightly above the bed sheets.

"i'd say i am pretty lucky~"

his smile is warm, but the faint pink dusting his cheeks gave him away. he absolutely felt like the luckiest man on earth when he kissed you and pulled your pants down further.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ℒeona !

he laughs, not judgemental, but amused. he pulls the zipper down all the way and caresses the text with his fingers, your hips jerk at his touch.

his eyes sharpened with lust as he leaned over, breath hot against your skin as he whispered. "i am a lucky man, aren't i?"

he teases the waistband of your panties and hooks a finger under them to slap them back against your skin, biting your lip to not let out a noise.

when you innocently ask him what he thinks of them, he groans, "don't act dumb."

a large hand settles on the back of your waist, fingers finding their way down your pants all while still straddling over you.

"you're just asking for trouble, aren't ya?" despite the teasing, leona loved it. only he can see these panties and he keeps it in the back of his mind until the end of the day.

may or may not gag you with them as well, hey you didn't hear it from me.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ℱloyd !

floyd was already kissing you when he pushed you down to the bed, gently but also a tad bit on the rough side. his lips dance over yours as his fingers fumbled with your belt and when he zips down your jeans...he paused.

his fingers flutter over your panties and he looked down to see the text, just by the zipper.

he blinks once, until suddenly bursting out into amused laughter.

"BWAHHA!! lucky me, huh?" he happily sighs, fingers pulling your pants down as he leans over and kisses your neck.

"i'm keeping you forever, my lucky girl~"

he doesn't stop kissing your neck, in fact he kisses down your stomach and bites your skin just over your waistband.

he caresses your thighs, pulling down your panties slowly all while still looking at you, "let's see how long my luck lasts, yah baby?"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒱il !

he gives you a long, measured look. like he was expecting this is something you would do. when he sees the text, he rubs your sides up and down and keep you pinned under him.

"well, i have to admit." vil spoke with elegance, no hint of embarrassment to be found. "they suit you quite well~"

his lips curl into an amusing smile. his fingers dance over your skin and down your panties to tease them, "you're a cheeky little girl, aren't you?"

he leans down to kiss you, all the while pulling your panties down along with your jeans and lets your back arch to help him.

he's not, in no way, upset about reading the text. in fact, he's glad he gets to be the only one allowed to see you like this—to know that he is the only lucky guy who will get his hands on you.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒞ater !

absolutely LOVES it. he loves it so much he stops mid flirt to go goo-goo-ga-ga over it. he likes it's so hot, he has a goofy smile on his face while whipping out his phone.

"damn, baby. i didn't know you were flirty like that~ it's kinda hot, actually! you have to let me post this, you're going to get so many views<3 !!"

of course, he won't post anything without your permission, but that doesn't mean he's making an entire album with just you.

"i guess i am a lucky guy, huh? well, it's obvious to others when they see me kiss you, but damn this just makes me wanna fuck you ever more~"

you pull his hair at his comment and he will laugh, leaning in for a playful kiss until it turned messy and a night you'll never forget.

end notes: ......................im sick.

⠀︵⠀𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱. 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥! ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄

[medicine-san]

bet he giggles and kick his feet on bed. silly idiot. the type to go "hehe" at every romantic interaction happening in his head. boooooooooboooooooo

[ashcremated]

throwback to the milves <3

[startheimpactfangirl]

My favorite atla art to exist

[cerberus-bites]

- More Imu x Reader Headcanons -

[ St. Nerona Imu x GN! Reader ]

[ A few thoughts about what it'd be like to live the spoiled life of the devil's pet … Manga Spoilers for Chapter 1179! ]

👁️| Imu held your hand in his claws as he took you for a walk around his garden. You learned that not only did he have a soft spot for butterflies and other tiny critters, he also knew the name of every flower which sprouted in his chamber.

The vines climbing up the pillars were blooming with bright red petals shaped a bit like the demon king's tail. He noticed you gazing up at them, but they were too high for you to reach. So without warning, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you high up so you could smell them.

"Do you like them?" He asked and watched you closely, making you blush at the attention. "They’re called the Devil's Heart."

You couldn’t help but chuckle, when you realized Imu was frowning at you, you tried to explain.

"That's a bit on the nose, isn’t it?"

He tilted his head, still confused. Perhaps demons didn’t take too kindly to humor. Imu hugged you close to his chest and kissed your forehead.

"You’re a strange one, mortal."

👁️| On days where Imu-sama was busy ruling over the world, you sometimes snuck out of your chamber and explored the castle and its vast hallways, endless corridors and staircases that lead to more staircases. It was fun to see all the paintings and ancient treasures displayed everywhere, you were sure no one in the world below had ever laid eyes upon them.

On one of your adventures, you accidentally walked into two knights— you quickly hid behind a corner and listened to them with halted breath.

"What do you reckon the Great One did with that fragile human we brought him?" Shamrock wondered, though he sounded almost bored.

"Hah! I doubt that little bird is still alive, there's no way in heaven or hell they survived a night with him," Sommers laughed. "After all, that mortal rat wasn’t the first …"

You gasped, then slapped a hand over your mouth to silence yourself. It had never occurred to you that there might have been others before you … innocent people who met a far more gruesome fate at the devil’s hands. Were you only waiting for your turn to be slaughtered like a lamb when Imu-sama grew tired of you?

No, surely not, he had confessed his eternal devotion to you. He claimed he couldn’t live without you. And neither could you, not anymore.

"Not the first to be brought to him as a sacrifice, but I saw the look in the Great One's eyes … he didn’t intend to take their life. He desired them," Shamrock concluded and Sommers shrugged.

"You think he-," the older knight grinned eerily.

"Yes, he might have taken them as a partner. I can smell their scent lingering in these halls."

You felt a great relief at the knowledge that you were more than just one of a thousand lovers who had been bedded by Imu, but you needed to run before Shamrock found out you were snooping around. So you ran, as fast you could.

"It doesn’t seem like our Lord has chosen the brightest of sheep," Shamrock murmured as he felt your presence hastily running through the halls.

👁️| In stark contrast to his terrifying exterior, Imu enjoyed nothing more than sitting in the garden with you at a little table to have tea and cake as the afternoon sun shone through the windows. The table was comically small compared to the demon king himself, so was his chair, but he cared more about you sitting comfortably.

"These herbs are from Dressrosa, have you ever been?" He asked and carefully placed his tiny cup down.

"Not yet," you took another sip before daring to be curious, "Have you? You must have seen a lot of the world in your life."

Imu's face hardened as if he was recalling a bad memory.

"I have not been to the underworld in a long, long time. There is no beauty to be found there, all of it is twisted and mangled to become evil … you are the exception."

An odd compliment when you thought of all the wonderful places on the Grand Line you had heard and read about in your books. You must have hidden your disappointment rather poorly, because only moments later, Imu's tail wrapped around your throat gently and his tip rubbed against your cheek in an effort to cheer you up.

"Fear not, you won’t have to worry about the world much longer, little mortal," he promised you ominously. "Soon there will only be us."

👁️| As an all powerful being there wasn’t much that could harm Imu. You however, had found out about one of his weak spots.

During cuddling and having his head in your lap on most days, you eventually learned that his horns weren’t anything like those of a bull or goat. They were sensitive, with enough nerve endings to make the demon king shiver when you rubbed them.

In response to your teasing Imu pinned you down on the bed or pressed you up against the wall, red eyes glowing furiously and his claws scratching your thighs.

"It seems I have to teach you a lesson in obedience, pet."

Worth it, you thought as Imu began to take you.

( NSFW! )

👁️| The only thing Imu adored more than fucking his tiny human so hard the bed frame shattered under his might and your screams filled his ears, was to invite you into the throne room for a private session.

Imu sat down on the empty throne with his legs spread wide and his head resting on his hand, watching you like a hawk as you struggled to climb the stairs.

You fell to your knees when you reached him, exhausted and breathing hard. Then you leaned your face against his thigh and gazed up at him.

"Serve me," Imu commanded from his throne.

Your lips eagerly wrapped around his cock after you freed his length, with how big it was you couldn’t possibly fit it all into your mouth. You gagged and Imu's lips curved up, enjoying the sight of you struggling to take it.

"Is that all you can do? Do not fool me," the demon pushed you to try harder.

Imu placed his hands at the sides of your head and guided you back and forth on his cock, teaching you how to properly deep throat. By the end of it, you weren’t the only one whose moans echoed through the throne room.

👁️| Imu did not shy away from ordering you to pleasure him with your mouth under the table while he spoke with the Elders through his snail. The old men were none the wiser when the speaker picked up on your moans muffled by his cock or Imu's barely noticeable sighs of pleasure.

"Great One?" Saint Mars asked the demon king after he had not spoken for a while.

Imu snarled, he didn’t take kindly to being interrupted, but he pulled you off his shaft to focus on his work for just a bit.

At night though, he would lock himself in a room with you and neither of you would sleep.

👁️| The demon king left bite marks all over your body. From the crook of your neck where he could marvel at the bruise all day, to the inside of your soft thighs. He couldn’t help himself, you looked so delectable in bed that he needed to have a taste of your flesh. Your blood dripped onto his tongue and he became even more obsessed with his human pet.

"Like honey," Imu growled as he lapped at the open wound on your throat. "You must be careful, if you taste too sweet … I might lose myself and eat you whole."

Those words, spoken so smoothly in that deep, rumbling voice you had grown to love instead of fear, truly scared you. After all these nights spent with the beast, you still couldn’t trust him not to succumb to his carnal desires.

"Are thou not entertained by mu's humor?" Imu questioned you and gently bit into your earlobe, "Mu shall learn more jokes that mu's human enjoys."

" … maybe scratch any about eating me," you suggested nervously.

"A tragedy," Imu hummed and let his tail swish around, he positioned the tip under your chin, then tickled you until you were giggling uncontrollably. "Precious."

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Thanks again for reading! And for all the love on my previous Imu post, I truly appreciate it ♥️ Next up on the list — Reader cares for Imu after he returns from Elbaf, covered in blood and desperate to feel your soft hands on his strained muscles! Get ready.

[l0vearr0w]

♥︎ CONFUSION ♥︎

Synopsis: You shipwrecked on the Amazon Lily only to be found by the Kuja Warriors and brought to the Empress. You expected death, instead, you're given unexpected kindness that leaves you confounded.

Content: Fem!reader x Boa Hancock

"You confuse me," You'd found yourself admitting, breathing out into the silence of the Pirate Empresses throne room. Your side lent against the left wall, gaze cast out, down, to look upon the Amazon Lily and it's setting.

Greenery brighter than any you'd seen on any Islands before, sun dazzling down from a blanket of beautiful blue that would make even the sea jealous with it's natural and alluring azure and a calm and gentle wind that pushed through the semi-crowded street filled with the proud Amazonian women that populated this land filled your view; yet, none of that compared to her.

The leader of this place, feared and adored by all the subjects you could see below.

You looked to your side, to her, when you were met with stunning silence, uncommon for the proud ruler that you'd grown used to yelling, raising her voice and commanding in the past week since your ship wrecked upon the shores of the Amazon Lily.

She sat there, legs crossed, her head resting on her propped up fist with her dark caramel eyes staring at you- ones that when the sun hit just right looked like a hypnotising swirl of sweet chocolate that drew any unsuspecting person in with her beauty.

The sun seemed to bend to her whims, just like everything else did, and it enveloped her in a beautiful and bright lighting that some might think of as heavenly, not too harsh, nor too light, instead, just right.

It made the already vibrant colour of her vermillion attire appear ever more fluorescent and you wondered what sort of dye emitted such pigment.

"I confuse you?" Hancock parroted, tone hauntingly even as her unblinking stare tracked the small movement you did, adjusting yourself against the surface of the wall.

You nodded.

The Snake Princess hummed, the sound melodic, "Pray tell, what has caused such feelings of uncertainty to arise in you, my dear?"

There it was.

"You-" A pause as you struggled to find the correct words, reminding yourself to keep your tone level as to not accidently irritate the Princess, "You've offered me shelter, a bed to sleep in, clothes as well as your company and yet you ask nothing of me, even calling me- me- pet names."

"And that... brings you confusion? You are not a man, I see no need as to why you'd expect me to treat you harshly."

"I'm still an intruder-"

"You are my guest," Hancock interupted, her hands going towards her seat's arms and raising herself.

She stood tall at 6'3, a few inches added to her natural height due to her shoes, and those heels echoed across the steps of the throne as she walked over to you. Her movements smooth, like a snake. You felt hypnotised by her- it was hard not to.

The Snake Princess felt more like a snake charmer in the way she's able to enamour any soul, yours included, she comes across using nothing but her beauty.

"Do you dare to question my judgement?" Hancock asked, voice not raised but booming in the respect it demanded when directed towards you.

She kept walking, stopping once in front of you. The Empress placed her hand on her hip, looking down at you.

You shook your head, "I didn't mean to offend you, all I was trying to say is... I don't understand. It's-" Ugh, how could you say this without offending her? "It's just... Unusual. I didn't expect to be treated so well."

A moment of silence passed, the wind passing through the open windows of the throne room; but then, Hancock broke it.

A small smile lighting up her features. It was a smile of many, it looked comforting, yet mocking, kind, yet displeased.

You weren't sure which of those thoughts made your heart pick up- but one of them did, with the silence you could hear your heart beat in your ears, and you heard it speed up just slightly awaiting her reply.

Was it her beauty or nervousness causing that?

You didn't know.

Best to assume both.

"You needn't worry," Hancock replied, lifting her fingers to card through your hair in a way you found yourself unconsciously leaning into.

"I have responded to your apperance, on my land, in the way I have, due to reasons only I need to be concerned about. You have no need to question anything."

She leaned down, and you could've sworn you saw her pale cheeks light up with pink, before her face left your view of vision and you felt her lips against your forehead. Giving a small kiss.

"Simply enjoy and relax. Leave everything to me, just accept what I give you."

Hancock then leaned back, her hands cupping your cheeks and stroking them with her thumbs.

"If you wish to leave, I will accompany you and deliver you to whichever Island it is you want to go to. If you wish for me to stop, I will. However... If you desire for me to resume my affections towards you, I will be happy to do so, and I promise to treat you with- what you deserve."

Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest and you were sure breathing had to be easier than how it felt right now, but looking up at Hancock, you could only stare before nodding slightly.

"Ok, I won't ask you again."

Her face lit up, and she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. Thanking you and saying all sorts of praise that made your chest thump.

You didn't understand her, nor her actions, but that was fine for now.

You were a simple trader- the only people who would miss you were those you were sailing towards for a deal before the storm picked you up and threw you into the Calm Belt before stranding you on the Amazon Lily.

Getting back home wasn't a big concern of yours at the moment. Sure, you missed out on a bit of money, but you had bigger concerns! Like a Pirate Empress for some reason being nice to you.

You had time to figure it out, and you would. Just not from Hancock.

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Approaching the elder Nyon, you weren't shocked to see her let out a loud sigh that must've expelled all the oxygen within her lungs before she gave you a dry look.

No you weren't shocked, if only a little offended.

It wasn't like the Nyon had given you any impression she wouldn't treat you as such though, you'd known since her protest against you staying on the Island to the looks she gave you everytime you interacted with Hanock that the Elder Nyon did not like you.

Well, it probably wasn't that she didn't like you, you hoped, it was more just she didn't seem to like your presence on the Island as a stranger.

That was understandable.

So you carried on, approaching her and giving the shorter and much older woman, a smile.

"Elder Nyon," You greeted, the previous Empress looking up at you. The two of you were at one of the cliffside's of the Amazon Lily that oversaw the Calm Belt in all it's beauty.

You'd just come from seeing Hancock off at the dock, a request of her's you couldn't resist. She'd held your cheek like she had two days prior, and told you to remain safe- in her Palace if you wished, and that she'd be back soon.

You in turn, had wished her good luck.

The women around you all had swooned at the interaction, you supposed it must've been because of their Empress being so kind to someone who in all truth, didn't deserve it. So you'd ignored it.

Once the Perfume Yuda had set off you managed to avoid the forming crowd with the help of Margurette, who'd been your guard for most of your stay, and made your way across the Island to find Gloriosa without Hancock around to throw the old lady out whenever she did or said something to upset the current Empress.

Which, really, happened more than it should've in your opinion.

So, here you were now, before the woman and you could finally ask her, "Why has Hancock been so nice to me?"

"Ah, so now you ask," Gloriosa responded, her hands gripping her cane slightly tighter as she closed her eyes in thought, "Has the Snake Princess spoken to you about love?"

You frowned. That was a bit of a weird question. Regardless, you paused and thought about it. When you figured out an answer you responded, raising your voice, the woman in front of you opened her eyes once more.

"Not really. The only things I can think about are her calling me 'her love'."

The Elder Nyon tensed up before you.

"Have you heard of love sickness?"

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Gloriosa had taken you back to her small hut to explain to you the past of the Kuja women and the past fates of the Empresses.

In your opinion, it was horrifyingly stupid.

The proud leaders of an all women Island have all fallen to defeat, ruin, betrayal, whatever you want to call it- all because of men.

It was horrifyingly ironic.

"If not ending up with the man who you have love sickness for resolves in death... How come you're still alive, Gloriosa?"

The past Empress frowned into her cup of tea, a small warm breeze fluttering through the air and brushing against her silky grey waves.

"There are two ways it is cured. Either the Empress must die, or the man does. The one I had it for... Met an untimely death and as a result, I was spared of my own. Unfortunately, if you do not end up with the chosen man- fulfilling your heart and curing the sickness, an arguably worse fate than death meets you. You lose your-"

"Strength?"

"Beauty."

Oh. Wait what?

You stared at the woman, and she stared back.

"You... You said you lost your beauty? I thought strength was beauty to Kuja women?"

And even if it wasn't... Was Gloriosa calling herself ugly!? For being a seventy year old woman she looked amazing!

"It is, however, to the outside world, beauty is judged by apperance. We lose our worth to those outside of the Amazon Lily."

... You could hardly see how that was worse than death. Gloriosa didn't even leave the Amazon Lily!

Regardless...

"So... What does this have to do with Hancock and how she's been treating me? Are you saying she has love sickness for me?... I thought you only got it for men."

Gloriosa hummed nodding, "That is usually the case, yes, and we believed Hancock had already contracted it for another... However, with you here, I do not believe that is the case any longer. The way Hancock reacted in regards to her love sickness was very strange- unlike the others, myself inculded, that I've seen before."

Gloriosa went on to compare Hancock to the other's and slowly the pieces came into place.

"-She seemed pained to leave you this morning, even if you were staying on the Amazon Lily. I assume that was her only reassurance. With the other soul, she seemed fine letting him go- and that was my first clue."

You frowned. You didn't want Hancock to be trapped in a situation like this because of you, it was cruel, truly a curse.

The Elder Nyon tapped your head with her stick making you whine out in pain while throwing a glare.

"Do not be so put down! I explained to you that Shakuyaku was fortunate enough to have love sickness be towards a man she favoured and he returned her feelings resulting in neither of them needing to die and Shakuyaku's sickness being cured! I believe you and Hancock will share a similar fate."

... What!?

"Gloriosa you can't be serious! Hancock-"

"Hancock loves you, as she's proven by offering you shelter- a room right next to hers that is reserved for the right hand woman to the Empress, she has given you clothes, food, attention and devotion. She is utterly enamoured with you, you fool! Goodness, she's practically already started parading you around as her consort, having you wish her farewells in front of the public!"

You blushed listening to her. Was that why everyone was staring this morning!?

"If you return Hancock's feelings, which I suspect you do, allow the both of you to love eachother and free her of her curse."

You swallowed, you hands cupping around the mug that sat before you, looking down into it, the liquid reflecting you.

Hancock... Is in love with you?

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The hours counting down the Perfume Yuda's return were daunting, it felt like you were awaiting execution.

You resolved to stay in your guest room, the one just beside Hancock's and one you belatedly realised is the only other bedroom apart from the Empresses in this section of the Palace. You had asked her sisters where theirs were and they said they had rooms on one of the lower floors.

During the wait, you had paced around your room, bit down your nails to an uncomfortable length, played with your hair resulting in you messing it up and having to brush through it so it'd look presentable and now you laid on your bed, staring up aimlessly at the ceiling and tracking the different patterns embedded in the surface above, trying to follow each swirl and count how many there were.

Nothing you did tempered your anxiety. Gloriosa's words: “Hancock loves you,” spoken with such certainty you couldn't find it in yourself to think she was lying, circled through your mind like a snake constricting your brain and forcing the small amount of space it left to only supply your mind with thoughts of her.

That beautiful, silky, long hair that you'd felt the urge to tread your fingers through and treat with care.

Those piercing eyes that could make anyone weak just by looking at them, whether it be a look of happiness or a glare.

Her amazing legs that could topple mountains with just one simple kick- despite their sleek form, a powerhouse fit for a woman of her stature.

She bore the voice of an angel, a goddess, a temptress, someone who commanded respect when she entered the room, someone who you would mistake for a siren. A voice you could hear talk for hours.

You let out a wistful sigh, closing your eyes. Your hands were laid flat on your stomach and your legs beside each other.

The thought of, ‘I wonder when Hancock will be back?’ Entered your mind like a slave arrow the woman herself would shoot out at enemies.

“When I didn't see you at the docks I feared the worst,” The voice of the woman you'd just been fantasising about, spoke, and your eyes snapped open to see her entering your room, “And here I find you, laid out like you're about to be put in a casket.”

“Hancock!” You greeted, sitting up, staring at the woman.

She was wearing a different dress than usual- the colour coincidently your favourite, and beautiful in the way it hugged her form well, sleeves long, no cleavage shown, yet that daring split at her leg was there.

In simple a term, she looked heavenly.

She smiled down at you, Salome by her side, coming up to stop at the side of your bed, “Still alive, I see,” Hancock observed, a small giggle leaving her, her nose scrunching up with her laugh making your cheeks flush when you thought: ‘Cute’

“I'm sorry I didn't come to greet you,” You replied, looking down at the covers of the bed, your hand scrunching up a bit of the blanket in your fist, “I was just… Lost in thought.”

Hancock hummed.

You heard a rustling, and then felt the bed dip. Your head looked up to see her now sat in front of you, one leg was over the bed, skin in the open where the slit allowed it, while the other was crossed knee towards you, with her foot beneath the other.

Hancock's body was facing towards you, her left arm resting on her thigh while her right arm and hand pressed against the bed at her side to steady her. She smiled softly at you.

“Do you wish to share your thoughts with me?” The Empress asked, eyes softer than you'd ever seen them.

You thought about it, pausing while there was a silence between you. It wasn't akward, but filled with a simple trust between the two of you.

There was no point in trying to dodge the arrow rushing towards you, staring into her eyes, you took a breath before asking, "Are you in love with me, Hancock?"

She paused. The Empress' smile fell into a look of bewilderment, and then embarrassment as her cheeks flushed and she looked much less like the terrifying Snake Princess and more like a shy girl with a crush.

Her hands rose to cup her cheeks, and a smile formed once more on her lips but it was bashfully. You blinked at the switch-up.

Gloriosa was RIGHT!?

"I- I am! Goodness, this is so embarrassing! I hadn't wished for you to find out so soon I was planning on proposing tonight!"

She was- PROPOSE!?

"Wait, wait-" You replied in shock, staring as Hancock didn't even seem to hear you, and began to go on a rant about how the two of you would marry and that she was happy you were already settling into your life on the Amazon Lily well.

"Hancock!"

The woman stopped her rant, blinking at you like an owl at your raised voice, a frown etching onto her blushing face, as she moved her hands from hers, to cup yours.

"Ah, what is it my dear? I'm sorry- this isn't what I planned but we can still-"

"Hancock..." You interupted, watching her finally listen to your and stop herself before another rant started. This was so- bizarre. It's like her personality had done such a 180 since you first met her.

"I can't marry you," Her face dropped and you were quick to continue, "I can't marry you- yet. I... I love you too, I think, but marriage is too soon. We hardly know each other. I think... Friends, then dating and then down the line we can think about marriage but it's- I can't right now."

She stared and you were worried she'd turn you to stone here and now, but instead her hands dropped from your cheeks to rest on her lap.

Hancock sighed, resigned.

"Ok. I can wait," Her smile then returned, "I can wait however long you need to be ready."

You nodded, smiling back, "thank you, Hancock."

She shook her head, "No, thank you, for allowing me this chance to love you."

You couldn't marry yet. You were too unknown to each other but... You knew you'd no doubt become the wife to Boa Hancock down the line because if there was one thing you knew you could never be confused about again, it was your feelings towards her.

You were in love.

You both had time.

A/N: VERY self-indulgent piece of mine to the point I worry I may have made Hancock a bit OOC?? I hope not! If she does come off a little OCC I'm just excusing it by saying that i think once she realises her crush on Luffy isn't actually a crush, she'd react more maturely(?) Towards the subject even if she still is a large romantic and with the person she actually gets 'love sickness' for, she'd treat it differently to how she does Luffy in canon and would be more willing to take things slow rather than bombard the person she feels it for with proclamations of love and marriage.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it enough! Thank you for reading!

[krematedsworld]

How it feels finding SOME x reader fics but when you start reading it's straight corny stuff

[dearingdoe]

"Shrimpppyyyy, come to my game today, I miss your cute cheers :("

"Last time you got too distracted that you dropped the whole game because you weren't feeling like it"

"but it was soooo boring... they had 0 while we had like 8"

"You can't even remember the score"

"not important! it's so boring without you in the stands......"

"but you just said it was boring while I was there"

"Are you Azul??? I meant the game was borin', not you!!"

And so you agreed

Worst mistake ever, Jamil still hates you for it

Floyd literally got bored after a couple of hoops and next thing you know, he's laying his head in your lap, begging for you to take him home so he can have a 'pre-celebration' for his 'pre-win'

he did not get either

(lies, you gave in after he gave you that sad, wet look he has when he's trying to guilt trip you)

[rhymewithrachel]

watching twilight and I keep making myself laugh imagining if it was just alucard or any other vampire instead of Edward. POV nausferatu goes to ur school

[altafpatel]

How to spot signs and symptoms of Breast Cancer 

[telephoniii]

WHY WOULD A FELLOW WANT A GIRL LIKE HER?

☆彡 in which malleus and leona fight for your affections

leona kingscholar x gn!reader & malleus draconia x gn!reader

word counter: 4K

warnings: reader is prefect, cursing, love triangle, possible ooc

a/n: based off of the song “stepsister’s lament” from cinderella the musical— hence the title. one of my favorite works!! I had fun writing this!! both mal and leona are capital p PETTY and I'm living for it. i hope you enjoy :>

No matter how much he claims he doesn't care, Leona finds himself hissing at the sight of you and Malleus together. He wants to deny it so badly— but deep down he knows. 

He knows as he glares at you, sitting on a bench beside the fae, giggling and having a jolly old time. He’s well aware of what he’s feeling as he scoffs, telling the greedy hyena beside him that he’s returning to the dorm.

And he’s fully conscious as he lays in bed, staring at the ceiling; unable to get the image of you and that spiny horned reptile out of his head. 

He’s jealous. Envious. And any damn variation of the sort.

Out of all the people you could choose to spend your time with, you pick that slimy lizard?! 

Your taste is questionable—who’s he kidding? Absolutely awful. Really, going for the guy who doesn’t age? Ever think about how awkward it’s going to be when you’re getting hip pains and he still looks like a teenager? Hell, he’s not one for settling down but wouldn’t you at least want someone with the capacity of growing old together?!

What does that scaley little scumbag do for you anyway?

Sure, Malleus does gift you little trinkets you’ve mentioned in passing. Leona isn’t blind; he can see the way you light up at these gifts. He distinctly remembers seeing a dorky gargoyle keychain on your bag. It stank of that fae freak. 

Yet you seemed to adore the tiny statue, so much so that you went on a small rant about the history. To Leona’s surprise, he listened to every single word you had to say about it. Gargoyles are always way more interesting when it’s you talking about it. 

Though, everything involving you is more interesting nowadays… He had to resist the urge to sand that stupid little toy right then and there.

And he’s well aware of the ‘secret’ walks the two of you have at unholy times of the night, talking about whatever that overgrown lizard is interested in. The way you speak of it like nobody knows is irritating. Only an idiot wouldn’t pick up on it. 

Too bad NRC is full of idiots.

It’s not like it matters too much anyway. He doubts Malleus has the charisma to charm you. The guy isn’t invited to a whole lot of events for a reason. While Leona knows he can come off as a prick, he’s still a prince nonetheless. He was taught how to flatter and flirt— he remembers being surrounded by a bunch of bootlickers as a cub. 

He isn’t intimidated by Malleus’s magic all too much either. Although he’s more than sure you wouldn’t fall for a person solely based on their strength, Leona believes he could take on Malleus. The lizard is painfully predictable after all. 

Not to mention most of his ‘shows of power’ are akin to temper tantrums. If dueling wasn’t banned, that pathetic excuse of a dragon would be dragged in the mud by him.

Everything Malleus does for you, he could do better. He’s sure of it. 

Beneath the surface, is he scared of coming second place to yet another person? Terrified that he’ll always be the second-best choice? That all the time spent with you would never be more than that? Maybe. 

But those night terrors are lessened when he sees you approach— knowing he was the sole reason you were there. 

Leona feels his heart race as you sit beside him, casually talking about your day and whatever hijinks you got into. He worries you might hear just how fast it beats for you when you nap with him, laying your head on his chest. 

As he hears you mumble his name in your sleep, he feels reassured that he’s your one. 

I mean— why would someone as great as you ever want a flimsy, little lizard? Especially when he’s right here, ready to be your pillow in hard and happy times. 

~

A green thunderbolt struck through the sky. Coincidentally, you happened to be napping on Leona outside when this happened— shaking the both of you awake.

Did Malleus do this on purpose?… Of course not. He’s not immature enough to do that, unlike a certain lion he knows.

It’s not his fault that you two were cuddling outside when he was ‘testing’ out something with his thunder.

That doesn’t mean he was any less satisfied watching you get up and walk back to your dorm, leaving that mangy cat by himself.

He never understood what value you gained from hanging around someone as…unusual as Kingscholar. A ‘prince’ who lays around, sleeping the day away? What a joke! Wouldn’t you rather have a prince— better yet a ruler— who’s proactive in his kingdom?

That flappy street cat is better suited to accompany Grim rather than yourself. 

He doubts Kingscholar would hold open the door for you like he does! 

Malleus has heard it’s a human custom to do so; ever since then, he’s now perfected the art of swiftly rushing over to a door and slamming it open for you. It delights him when you giggle at his antics. He bets that idiotic lion would never be able to do that— Kingscholar barely moves anyway. It’s like he’s glued to that bed of his.

Kingscholar seems as though he’d let the door slam in your face. That alone just shows how superior Malleus is to him. 

Although, Kingscholar’s words of advice indeed seemed to matter to you quite a lot. Every time you had attracted chaos, you commonly turned to the lazy loaf and asked for his perspective. And each time, without fail, Mal had watched you take the prince’s suggestion in stride and use it.

It pains him to admit it, sometimes Kingscholar can be rather clever. Malleus is somewhat glad that said lion uses his intelligence to keep you safe.

He doesn’t know what, but something about Kingscholar’s mere existence seems to relax you. Malleus has seen you look at ease in a way he’s never witnessed before when you simply just lay beside the other student. He watches with envy as Kingscholar’s tail protectively wraps around your thigh. 

As long as you’re safe… Malleus supposes he can bear through you hanging out with the lion.

That won’t stop him from interrupting the two of you whenever he feels the time is right. Sudden bolts of thunder, random objects falling from the sky and hitting Kingscholar on the head, out-of-the-blue power outages…

It’s all fair play to him. You still get to hang out with that lazy excuse of a prince anyway.

It doesn’t matter too much to him— at least that’s what he tells himself. It’s not as though you’d leave him to hang out with Kingscholar; no, you’d never. 

You’ll stay, won’t you?

He’s sure of it as you walk beside him in the dead of night. Nobody else knows, nor do they need to as you two stroll along the campus. Seeing your enthusiastic smile next to him as you talk about your dreams fills him with unexplainable joy. Malleus fights the urge to hold your hand, interlocking your fingers with his.

You seemed to have read his mind— you always do understand him like no other— as you glanced down at your hands. A small giggle leaves your lips before you inch your hand closer to his.

“Can we…?” You hum with hopeful and amused eyes.

Wordlessly, Malleus indulges now with your consent. The warmth of your hand compared to the polarizing coldness of his made him feel dizzy. In a good way. 

You’ll never leave him. At least not when you're hand in hand together like this.

~

“Man I’m starving— Hurry it up, henchman!” A familiar, squeaky voice demanded as Grim pushed on your shoulder. 

“Patience, patience. This is very important. It can determine my mood for the rest of the day.” You murmured, standing strong despite Grim’s efforts. Narrowing your eyes, you stared at the different lunch options. 

What were you going to eat today?

“Prefect has a point. Your nutrition affects the way you function.” Jack shrugs behind Grim, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“You say that like they’re going to eat something healthy.” Ace yawns, stretching out his arm and lightly hitting Deuce. “Hurry it up, Prefect! Clock’s ticking!”

“Fine! Fine!” Quickly, you grabbed the same thing you’ve gotten for the past week. A series of groans emerged from behind you.

“All that time just to get that?” Ace crossed his arms, giving you an unamused look. 

“Okay, I’ll get something else then—“

“—Nononononono!” Practically everyone behind you yelled in a panic.

“Just go sit down ‘n secure us a table already!” Epel huffs, to which you happily comply.

You scout out the area, looking for a free table to sit at. Geez, was the cafeteria always this packed?

A sigh of relief escapes your lips as you spot a familiar, robotic Shroud waving to you from a table.

“Prefect!” Ortho chirps, his voice synthesizer going a pitch up. Just as you were about to walk over, you felt your blazer being pulled on from the back. Suddenly, you were yanked away.

“Ay! Watch it—!” You grab the hand that was pulling on you, turning around to come face to face with a smug Ruggie.

“Leona’s callin’ you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“He didn’t want to send a text or call? He just had to send a goon to come and get me?” 

Ruggie nodded with a cheeky grin.

“Yep.”

Groaning, you turn towards Ortho and wave him goodbye, signaling that you are going to leave. “Lead the way, hyena.”

And with that, you found yourself walking through the hallways on your way to Savanaclaw. You hope Ortho told the others about you leaving. It kinda slipped your mind to tell them.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you heard munching coming from Ruggie— “Wait, that's my lunch you’re eating! How’d you even…!? When did you…?!”

It also slipped your mind that Ruggie is both a great thief and greedy when it comes to food.

“Shishishishi… you left yourself open, Prefect! I’m sure Leona will get you something else to eat. He always does.”

“Always is a stretch.” You grumble, watching Ruggie eat your food. “Is it?” You didn’t want to ponder his question. 

Instead, you turn your gaze ahead of you and focus on walking… At least that’s what you would be doing if you didn’t walk face-first into somebody. 

“Gah! I’m so sorry—“ “Child of man.” 

Only one person used that nickname for you. Looking up, you were met with Malleus’s amused smile. 

“Impeccable timing,” The fae seemed happy to see you. You could see his fangs the way he was smiling. Ruggie was unsettled but thankful that Malleus was ignoring his presence. “Would you accompany me for lunch? Lilia, Sebek, and Silver will be there too, of course.” 

You were about to accept right away before you felt a light hit to your side. Ruggie sneakily elbowed you. Before you could curse at him, he gave you a look and— Oh, right. You were going with him to spend lunch with Leona already. A small frown made its way on your lips as you turned back to Malleus.

Great sevens, it was hard to turn him down. Especially when he was all cheery like this. 

Fortunately— or unfortunately, you didn’t have to. A roaring voice from behind you did it for you.

“Herbivore’s coming with me. They agreed to it already.” Leona huffed, a scowl clear on his face as he approached. Ruggie seemed surprised.

“Leona?! What’re you—“ “Did they now? I didn’t exactly hear them say no to my proposal though.” Malleus interrupted Ruggie, whose ears went flat against his head. 

“They don’t need to. They’ve already got plans.” The lion growled, narrowing his eyes at the other third year. 

Malleus stepped forward, the fae’s irritation growing. “Why do you insist on speaking for them so vigorously? My dear child of man, don’t let him dictate your choices—“

“I’m not doing shit. Just stating what they already agreed to.” Leona also stepped forward, refusing to back down. 

You were starting to get worried and turned your head to murmur something to Ruggie. Except Ruggie wasn’t there. The hyena snuck off already. Bastard. A voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Well, Prefect? Who would you rather accompany? Kingscholar— who’ll likely laze around the whole lunch— or I?”

“Damn lizard…” Leona grumbled under his breath before shaking his head and facing you. “Well? The choice is yours. I wouldn’t force you to do anything.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, your gaze flickering between the two. “Well… I—“

Before you could finish, you were interrupted by a loud ring.

The lunch bell had rung. It was time to head back to class.

~

“Are you doing okay?” You ask, shifting closer to Leona. He lets out a small grunt in response, his eyes closed as he sprawled out in his usual spot inside the Botanical Garden. 

For as tough as Leona was, he was unusually soft when tired. He carried this relaxing air around him. That no matter what happens, you’ll be okay with him around. The thought makes you smile as you tilt your head at him.

He was also kinda cute when he laid there like that—

“Quit staring.”

Leona abruptly huffed out. Blinking in surprise, you soon realize that one of his eyes was cracked open. A tiny blush finds its way on your cheeks while he stutters out an apology. The lion’s lips soon form a smug grin.

“You were looking at me pretty attentively, herbivore…” His words are slow and agonizing. Leona’s tail swishes up and down as he leans in closer. Your eyes widen as he comes mere inches away from your face; from your lips.

“…Got something you want to tell me?” You feel your breath hitched at the sudden, feather-light touch of Leona’s hand against yours. Just as you were about to respond—

“Roi du Lions!” 

The romantic atmosphere Leona so carefully built went down the drain, along with his motivation. A groan left his lips.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to interrupt.” Trey soon appears behind Rook, an apologetic expression on his face. You shake your head, standing up. 

“You’re good! What’re you two up to?” 

Leona had an annoyed look on his face as you engaged with the other students. He tried to ignore and drown out everyone’s voices. At least he was, till Rook caught his attention.

“During an exploration for new ingredients that we could bring to our club, Roi de Dragons made a magical appearance.“ You raised a brow while Leona’s ear flicked.

Trey let out a small chuckle at Rook’s dramatic storytelling.

“Malleus just asked us to find something for him in the Botanical Garden.” 

Leona’s scowl deepened. That damn lizard.

“Maybe we could help! What’re you looking for?” You offered.

Trey soon fiddled with his pocket, searching for something. Shortly after, he pulls out a piece of paper. “A… toy? It looks like this. Malleus said he last had it here.”

You made an “O” shape with your mouth. “His virtual pet! Gao-Gao!” Trey lets you hold the paper, letting you get a closer look at the drawing that resembled Malleus’s Tamogachi. 

“I know what it looks like, I’ve got no idea where he could’ve left it though…” Soon enough, you, Trey, and Rook are scouring the Botanical Gardens for this little toy. Leona finds this stupid. 

Slightly bitter about his ruined moment, he lays back down to take a nap.

That’s when his ear flinched after hitting something hard. Turning around with a displeased look, Leona’s eyes narrowed.

There, in his favorite sleeping spot was Malleus’s dumb toy —which wasn’t there literally minutes ago might he add. Picking it up, Leona contemplated crushing the small electronic. However, as he held it, the lion was quick to notice a bit of ink getting on his fingers. 

He turned the Tamogachi around. Written on the back with a blue pen was “Kingscholar :)”

Oh, that fucking Draconia did this on purpose.

~

Sitting up from your bed, you rub your eyes. With an annoyed groan, you get up and go to the door— trying not to wake Grim in the process. You could feel the ghost watching with curiosity. Not that you blamed them. Hell, you were curious too!

Who was knocking at 2 in the morning!?

The sun wasn’t even up. Ramshackle probably looked horrid, inside and outside, at this time.

You weren’t looking too great either: bags beneath your eyes, saggy pajamas, slouched posture… Vil would die on the spot if he saw you. Internally, you prayed it was anybody but him. And thank the Sevens that your prayer was answered.

You titled your head in confusion at the one in front of you.

“Malleus?” He smiled back at you. As though his appearance on your doorstep at the crack ass of dawn was the most normal thing ever.

“Greetings.”

You shook your head, still waking up and trying to make sense of the situation. “Do… Do you need something?”

Now he looked confused. Which only heightened your confusion.  The fae furrowed his brows. “Did you not want to talk, child of man?” 

“I like talking with you! Just, preferably not this early in the morning— Look, why are you here? Did you just want to hang out, Tsunotarou?” You tried being as polite as possible, but damn you were tired. 

Malleus looked just as lost as you.

“…Perhaps you’ve forgotten about the letter you sent me?” You look to the side, slightly scrunching your nose as you try to remember what ‘letter’ he was referring to. 

“Uhh— When did I send this letter?” You give him an apologetic smile. It wasn’t too far-fetched; the idea of you giving him an invitation to Ramshackle. 

However, you feel as though you would’ve remembered if you had actually done it. And you would’ve hoped that past you would be smart enough to set your invitation time to anytime BUT 2 AM. 

“I recall receiving this letter yesterday, in the library,” Malleus explained, his hand reaching into his pocket to find said paper. “You slipped it to me when you walked by—“

The fae grabbed his invitation, only for him to be met with sand that trickled down his hand.

“—with Kingscholar…” He fell silent as he stared at the tiny particles in his hand. You seemed to catch on quickly, giving him a sympathetic look as your eyes flickered between the sand and him.

“Tsunotarou, did you see me give you this letter?” 

The way he averted his eyes to the side, his pale cheeks faintly turning pink from embarrassment, already gave you the answer you needed. It’d be cute if not for the circumstances. As expected, Malleus shook his head.

“My apologies… I assumed it was you since I had acquired it right after you had waved at me and it was an invitation to Ramshackle.”

You let out a small chuckle before brushing off the sand that still dirtied his hand. “Don’t sweat it. It’s not your fault that Leona is… well Leona and he does stuff like this.” Offering Malleus a smile, your hand soon intertwined with his. The blush on his cheeks subtly brightened.

“Well, you did come all this way just to hang out. It’d be a shame to turn you away now. Here, come.” You kick the door to open it wider and pull the fae inside Ramshackle. Leading him to the couch, you could gauge that Malleus was amused by your antics. Practically dragging one of the top mages in the world by the arm into your dorm…

“Let me just freshen up first! Wait here— I’ll be right back. Then we could watch some movies or whatever.” You shrugged with a grin before running upstairs to wash up. Malleus gave you a polite and happy wave as you exited.

Once you left, he let out a sigh and leaned back on the couch. His hands balled into fists as he felt more sand pooling in his pockets. A green bolt of lightning struck from the sky.

That measly fucking lion.

~

You let out an aggravated sigh. Did they not think you realized what both of them were doing to each other? Between the Tamagotchi incident and the whole letter debacle a few nights ago, they were being so obvious.

Jeez, you get that they had a rivalry going on and whatnot, but why did they have to involve you? Fed up and rambling, you look to your side at Grim to get his thoughts on the matter. He sat next to you in the kitchen, munching away on a can of tuna.

“They’re getting really annoying! Stealing my henchmen’s time like that…” A chuckle left your lips at Grim’s bitterness, causing you to pet him on the head. 

“Mhm. I just want them to quit it— at least around me. I’m good friends with both and care a lot about them… Also, don’t talk with a mouthful.” You lightheartedly huff, getting up from your seat to grab Grim another can of tuna as he was beginning to finish his first. He usually ate two to three cans before bedtime.

“Why don’t ya just tell 'em?” The cat curiously asked with a tilt of the head, staring at you. You let out a snort. “Yeah, just tell two extremely powerful mages with an intense hatred for one another to stop. Like that’ll work.”

Grim let out an annoyed groan at your sarcasm. You opened a new can of tuna and slid it to him. His frown quickly disappeared as he began to dig in.

“Eh— sounds like Leona and Malleus could use some quality time together.” Grim offhandedly comments, chewing away on his food. 

“What did I say about talking with a mouthful, man?” You roll your eyes before falling silent, pondering his words. Quality time… Leona… Malleus…

“Grim! You’re a genius!”

~

“Herbivore, what the hell.” Leona’s tone was unamused, giving you a deadpan look.

“I thought it’d be nice if we hung out all together! As a group?” 

The two men stared daggers at each other across the small, dusty table in Ramshackle. With a nervous chuckle, your eyes flickered between the two as you slowly passed out cards for some random board game that Idia lent you.

Leona and Malleus didn’t take their eyes off one another. It was at this moment you were starting to think that Grim, in fact, was not a genius.

These two were definitely going to kill each other.

[loony-binz]

Okay so like, petty fandom arguments and other bs aside, can we all just generally agree that- objectively- MalleYuu is fucking hilarious?

Like I’m pretty sure Yuu isn’t even a registered citizen and it’s debatable if Ramshackle even has a working shower. And then they just. pull the heir to the strongest kingdom known within the lore. that’s fucking peak.

Also all of the bullshit with the Senate just makes the mere idea of them as a couple ten times funnier. Like they SEETHED at Lilia and Maleanor FRIENDSHIP as well as the fact she married a lesser fae. Not even a non-fae species. Just. A guy whom was slightly lesser.

The Council of Briar Valley: Ah yes, the heir to the throne. Since our princess had committed the CARDINAL SIN of marrying and having a baby with a LESSER FAE, we shall carefully watch over and monitor Malleus, to ensure the same mistake does not happen twice!

Malleus HumanFucker Draconia:

[unlucky-jae]

born to read x reader 24/7 forced to have school and a life

[himasgod]

can you maybe do a fic about any of the overblot characters turning to a frog and having to have true loves kiss to get back to normal please and thank you

OVERBLOTS X READER

Where they turn into frogs and you, their true love, have to kiss them.

“Unacceptable! Utterly unacceptable!!”

The tiny red frog paced back and forth across your desk, sputtering in fury, his tiny webbed feet making the smallest pat-pat-pat sounds.

You bit your lip trying not to laugh.

“Riddle, calm down—”

“Do not tell me to calm down! I’ve been turned into a frog! A frog! This is a disgrace to Heartslabyul, a violation of school policy, and I demand a formal apology from that imbecile who—!”

You reached out and gently scooped him up before he worked himself into a meltdown.

“...Put me down.”

“You’re going to pop a vessel, and I’m not dealing with frog Riddle and internal bleeding.”

He huffed, cheeks puffing out — which didn’t help his image.

“Professor Trein said the curse can only be broken by a true love’s kiss.”

Y“You… think I’m your—?”

He flushed from neck to forehead (or whatever frogs have).

“I’m not saying that! But… the spell reacted when you held me. I-it warmed slightly. It must mean something.”

“So… do you want me to try?”

“Only if you want to. It would be... appreciated.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his head — and the next moment, you were nearly bowled over by a very flustered Riddle, kneeling on the floor.

“I—I’m back?” He patted himself frantically. “My hands—my hair—! Thank the Queen!”

“Nice to see you again, Riddle.”

He glanced at you and cleared his throat.

“Ahem. This… this doesn’t excuse public displays of affection without permission, but… I suppose I’ll allow it. Just this once.”

“So I’m allowed to kiss you now?”

He turned red again.“Y-you already did. Don’t push your luck!”

“I find this form oddly peaceful,” the frog says in that same deep tone.

You look up to the roof of Ramshackle, where Frog Malleus sits like a green gargoyle (LIKE BATMAN BRO)

“You’re… surprisingly calm about this.”

“In my long life, I have transformed into many things—dragon, mist. This is merely a new shape. Though I must admit, the lack of horns is somewhat tragic.”

“Lilia says it can only be undone with a true love’s kiss.”

His bright green eyes meet yours.

“…Then allow me to make a humble request.”

“You want me to—?”

“I would entrust my form, my life, and my curse to you alone.”

Your heart flutters like a hummingbird. You reach up and kiss his head.

When it fades, Malleus stands before you—tall, regal, radiant.

“I knew it,” he says, lips curling into a soft smile. “It was you.”

You glance away, flushed.

“You’re really okay with me being your… uh… ‘true love’?”

He steps closer.

“You already were. Long before this spell.”

You open your closet and find a bright green frog sulking on a pile of hoodies.

“Idia… you’ve been hiding in here for three days.”

A croaky sigh.

“Don’t look at me. I’ve become one of the background mobs. No… worse. I’m the tutorial boss.”

You stifle a laugh.

“Ortho said only true love’s kiss will break the curse.”

“Ugh, man. Cringe. That’s such a normie mechanic. What is this, some knockoff otome game from the App Store?”

“Idia. You’re literally living in my hoodie drawer.”

“If I croak, delete my browser history. But not the bookmarks. Some of them are important.”

“Do you want to be cured or not?”

“…If it has to be anyone, I’m… okay with it being you. But don’t laugh, okay?”

You gently kiss him. Idia is human again — hair ablaze in blue flames, sitting on the floor in your hoodie.

“You… you kissed me. That was, like, a cutscene moment. Did you see that sparkle effect??”

“Maybe we got the good ending.”

“I am going to SUE whoever enchanted that bottle.”

You stare into a porcelain teacup where Frog Azul is sitting, glaring indignantly.

“You turned into a frog in the middle of the Lounge, Azul.”

“In front of customers, no less! Floyd’s been threatening to toss me in the fryer all morning.”

“Jade said the only way to undo it is with—”

“—Do not say it. I already know. And I hate it.”

“But it’s—”

“True love’s kiss, yes, yes. What a cheap fairytale mechanic. There should be an antidote. I should have an antidote. I sell antidotes!”

“So what’s stopping you?”

He goes quiet.

“…You do want it to be me, don’t you?”

He makes a tiny, deflated ribbit.

“You just had to say so.”

You lean down and kiss him gently and a moment later, Azul is back, flustered and drenched.

“Note to self,” he mutters, adjusting his glasses.

“Burn that perfume recipe. And draft a new contract with… specific kissing clauses.”

“So I am your true love?”

He blushes down to his collar.

“well—technically—yes—but let’s keep this strictly off the record!”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

You stared at the small frog sitting on your desk. The frog crossed its little arms (legs?) and let out an exasperated sigh.

“It’s not my fault! Azul's experimental potion exploded, and this is what I get for dodging it too late.”

“You’re a frog, Jamil.”

“Thank you for the observation, my savior,” he deadpanned.

“Now hurry up and kiss me so I can get back to normal before Kalim finds out and tries it himself.”

Your face twisted in horror.

“You want me to kiss a frog?!”

“Do you want me to stay like this and croak around the school forever? Besides, it’s not like you’d be kissing any frog. It’s me. I know it’s not ideal, but you’re my—”

You interrupted, cheeks warm.

“I’m your...?”

He looked away, small arms crossed.

“...My best chance at breaking this curse. Obviously.”

“…You could’ve just said ‘true love’ instead of dancing around it.”

“I’m not dancing around anything. You’re the one making this weird.”

Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, your heart thumped a little harder. You hesitated, leaned down, and—

“Do not tell anyone about this after I turn back,”

You pressed a quick kiss. A second later, a very flustered, very human Jamil stood before you — eyes wide, lips parted, face red.

“I cannot believe that worked,”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

“I’m going to kill Azul…”

You looked at him smirking.

“But hey... true love’s kiss, huh?”

“Don’t make me regret this,” he mumbled—but his eyes lingered on your lips little longer.

You stared down at the most perfect frog you’d ever seen.

Velvety green, regal posture, and an expression of pure judgment in those little violet eyes.

“This is... humiliating,” the frog croaked — and yes, that was Vil Schoenheit’s voice.

You choked back a laugh.

“You actually still sound graceful. Impressive.”

“This is not the time for jokes, sweet potato. I was merely trimming a rose stem when that clumsy oaf Epel tripped into the cauldron. Now look at me. My skin is... green. Green!”

“Well, at least it’s glowing,”

“The only way to undo this is a kiss, and Rook has already tried to volunteer. I had to hop away in terror. You’re my only hope, darling.”

You knelt down beside him.

“So… ‘true love’s kiss’ actually works?”

“Rook thinks the potion was modeled after an old fable. He also said you’re the ‘fairest in Vil’s eyes.’ And honestly? I’m inclined to agree.”

“Wait… are you saying you—?”

“I don’t say anything I don’t mean,” he interrupted.

“Now. Kiss me. Preferably before I croak... in the literal sense.”

Suppressing the heat rushing to your face, you gently leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.

Vil returned — golden-haired, poised, a hand already brushing nonexistent dirt from his shoulder.

“Thank the stars. My complexion is intact.“Though I must admit... for a kiss with a frog, it was surprisingly romantic.”

“You planned this, didn’t you?”

“If I did, would you be mad?”

The frog lay sprawled out in your pencil case. You stared at him, unimpressed.

“You’ve been like this for three days and haven’t moved except to complain.”

Leona lifted a webbed foot.

“I’m royalty. I don’t do peasant things like hopping.”

“You’re literally a frog.”

“Tch. And I’d be a prince again by now if you’d just kiss me already.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s the whole ‘true love’s kiss’ cliché. Apparently I’m cursed. Just my luck. I’m not letting just anyone smooch me. So c’mon. Be a sport.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the only one I’d willingly let get that close. Don’t act surprised.”

You narrowed your eyes. “How do I know this isn’t a trick?”

“Does this look like a prank? Do you think I like being this size? I’m living in a lunchbox, herbivore.”

Despite everything, he looked ridiculously smug for a frog.

You sighed and leaned down. “If this doesn’t work, I’m feeding you to Grim.”

Leona snorted.

“Just kiss me already.”

You kissed him, and your frog vanished — replaced by a lounging Leona, now human.

He grinned lazily.

“Knew you’d go for it.”

“Don’t flatter yourself—!”

He smirked. “Too late. You already kissed me. That makes you my lover now, right?”

You threw a pillow at him.

[moth1ka]

Me after clicking a p link thinking it was a fic rec.

Jumpscare.

[burnyourvillage1968]

Malleus: What do you do when you have a girlfriend?

Leona: Treat her like a goddess cause you're a fucking piece of shit next to her

Lilia: Marry her. And give me grandbabies.

Sebek: Make her worship Wakasama everyday

Silver: ...

Silver: I don't know.. tell her you love her everyday or something?

[bloody--hearts]

Oooohhhhh lol vil’s dad eric venue vs deuce’s mom dylla spade vs lilia for yuu’s mom’s hand in marriage! I love the idea of these single as a pringle parents just being in love with yuu’s mom but beware of kalim al-asim’s motive of having yuu’s mom marry his dad so he can have another bonus mom

Dearly Beloved

a/n: sorry i didnt do kalim i just dont know enough to write for them. other than that i hope i did your request justice!! also the reader came in after azul’s overblot but just before jamil’s. i’m taking this thought from @strawberrynightmere which explains the reader and vil’s relationship a bit

Work under cut

Ever since Crowley announced that Night Raven College would be hosting a parents day most of the students have been eagerly preparing to see their families again. However there are a couple of students with not so hidden agendas.

It starts with Deuce Spade who runs up to you with the widest grin you’ve ever seen. He rambles on about how his mom has been looking forward to meeting you as he practically drags you off. With how badly Deuce’s father treated Dylla it’s no surprise that he’s protective of his mom. After all she’s done so much to raise him, and with all the shit he put her through during his younger years he’s doing his best to take care of her and make her happy. And that means setting her up with you! You’re so kind and soft, taking your time to help him with his studies, even telling him how proud of him his mom would be. You’re the perfect person for his mom! And it doesn’t look like you’ll be going back to your world anytime soon, you’re gonna need official citizenship, and a place to go and what better way to make that happen than for you to get married to Dylla! Sure they’re not the richest or most influential family out there but they’d make it work. As you and Dylla begin chatting Deuce lets his mind wander a bit, imagining the kind of domestic family you guys could be. Coming home to your cooking, family game nights, the matching wedding bands on yours and his mom’s fingers. Finally feeling like a whole and complete family for the first time. A moment later Vil sweeps in, pulling you away to meet his father. As you’re walking away you fail to notice Deuce glaring holes into the back of Vil’s head, nor the frown on Dylla’s face.

Vil Schoenheit has wanted to introduce you to his father ever since you comforted him after his overblot at the VDC. Vil’s “real” mother abandoned his family shortly after his birth devastating his father. There’s been a hole in there family that’s never been acknowledged, and for the longest time Vil was content to leave it unfilled. Then you came along, and eased the ache in his heart for the first time. He thinks you could do the same for his dad, you’d be the perfect wife after all. Both him and his father are famous actors and Eric is also a movie producer, meaning that they could more than take care of you. If the way Eric’s eyes light up whenever he spots you walking towards him is any indication then Vil was more than right in his choice. His father may be a busy man but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t love you with all of his heart. Vil can practically here the wedding bells. That is until Silver calmly walks up to you and whisks you away to spend time with Lilia. Both Vil and Eric’s faces wear the same ugly scowl as they watch someone else take your attention.

Silver Vanrouge has always wanted a mother. He’s grateful for the life Lilia has given him but he’s always felt like his life has been missing something, but then you showed up. Your presence is so calming, and Silver wants nothing more than to bask in it for the rest of his life. He knows that his father feels the same way, he’s seen Lilia dousing himself in perfume before going to see you and inviting you out for karaoke. He can already see his father spiriting you away to the Valley of Thorns to be wedded. You’d probably spend most of your time in a secluded cabin in the woods only spending time with Lilia and your new family, after all fae tend to be very possessive creatures. What you don’t realize is that Lilia has been watching you closely all day, and while he may seem cheerful on the surface, underneath that demeanor he’s completely pissed off. Not only does he have to deal with the staff members but now there’s other parents who want your hand. And he won’t stand for it.