Prompt: “That’s my name, please wear it out.”
Characters: All NRC
Masterlist: (1) (2)
A/N: Freeing this nonsense from my older drafts :p
They learn your name isn’t ‘Yuu’ — which is a mistake made by the dark mirror and nickname Crowley endorsed on the day you arrived. You’ve just been rolling with it since.
Until now.
You’ve applied for citizenship in their home country post-graduation and it hits them that…they don’t know your last name. Trying not to seem like a bad boyfriend, they sneak a peak at your official documents issued by Night Raven’s guardianship.
Only to learn that they apparently didn’t know your first name either. Wow. *low whistle* that is just….yeah. That’s something alright.
—
Riddle is floored. Considering he is a man of details, how on earth could he go four years without knowing your last name? While simultaneously misusing your first? He isn’t sure how to proceed. Should he be angry with himself for overlooking such an important matter, or angry at you for being so flippant? Both. The answer is both. He is going to be thinking about this for years.
“...Four years, and not once did you think to correct me?" He exhales, measured but tense. "That is either a remarkable lapse in judgment, or an astonishing lack of consideration. Do you have any idea how improper that is—on both our parts?!”
Cater makes a joke, insisting that this was your plan all along, huh? To assume a new identity the moment you weren’t tied to the Isle of Sages anymore? When you dock in the Queedom, will you disappear into the night? Good luck with that, sweetie. Under the jokes he is in mourning. He really liked the nickname YuuYuu. Even if you tell him it’s okay to use, he just can’t.
“Aww, babe, that is so shady of you but kind of iconic, not gonna lie." He laughs, then winces. "I cannot believe you really pulled the whole identity swap trope on me. AH! I've been hashtagging the wrong name for years! My brand is about to be in shambles.”
Trey thinks of all the times you’ve called him a pushover (affectionate). As if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black. How could you look him in the eye for four years and tell him to be more open, when you’ve been allowing an entire campus call you by the wrong name? Is he really the laid back one in this relationship here? God it’s ‘the girl with the green ribbon’ story all over again. When was he going to find out, when you’re both senile in a nursing home?
“Your name is … nice?" He adjusts his glasses slightly, if not a bit awkward. "I don’t know how I’m supposed to react in this situation. Just give me a second. Maybe sixty.”
Deuce is stuck remembering all the times he’s doodled your name in the margines of his notebook. He feels a bit slighted, did you not trust him? Did you think he wouldn’t believe you if you told him the truth? What’s he going to tell his mom? It already took a hour to convince her that ‘Yuu’ was your actual name and not some sick joke. You made him a liar! Dylla is not going to let him live this down. It’s 100% being mentioned to every party guest at your wedding and in her speech too.
“I already told my mom your name was Yuu!" He groans loudly, genuinely distressed "Do you know how hard that was to explain? Stop — stop laughing damn it! She is never going to forget this!”
Ace. Who doesn’t care. You’re ‘Yuu’. It’s what he’s called you these past four years and what he’ll keep calling you until the day you die. If you had a problem with it, you should’ve correct him before. Sorry, not sorry (secretly a bit miffed). Jokes aside — he takes absolutely no time getting over it and just mashes the names together into a nickname that sounds new levels of wrong. That becomes your permanent title.
“You just let me look stupid all this time, huh?” He clicks his tongue. “That’s messed up. So…do I get to pick now, or are we pitching names in magnets on the fridge like you’re a newborn? ‘Cause I’m cool with either.”
Leona is drifting through every thought he has ever had about you for the past for years. Your name spoken in his dreams, stuck on his tongue each time he watched you walk away. Etched in his eyelids and written in the red glow when sun blinds him awake in the morning. Spoken from his chest during moments of binding intimacy. All those moments now tainted by that damned Crow. He’s pissed you never once corrected him. Out of spite, you lose name privileges for an entire day. That old title of ‘herbivore’ coming back after a three year drought. In truth, he’s just buying a bit of time to figure himself out. Even though you’re the one who let him, calling you by the wrong name is a disrespect he cannot believe you allowed an entire campus get away with.
“Tch. So all this time, you let everyone get your name wrong and just sat there. If it bothered you, you should’ve said something.” He clicks his tongue, looking away. “You know what? Fine. Don’t make me out as the idiot for taking you at your word, herbivore.”
Ruggie writes your name on a piece of notebook paper and clips it to your collar. Makes sure to do it in the biggest red marker he can find too, so people know exactly what they’re seeing. He’s got secrets, yeah. Sure. Not from you though. Did you seriously expect him to take one look at that file and let it go? Do you have any idea how important it is to have your documents right (or at least convincing forgeries)? Never-mind that you’ve had him write home to his Grandma about you with the wrong name. For four years. She’s actually going to kill him for this. You are aware that hyena households are matriarchal, right?
“You know how hard it is to keep paperwork straight?” He taps the file against your head like it is obvious. “If you were gonna be all mysterious, you could’ve picked a better time. Sheesh. Gran's gonna have my tail for this...”
Jack can’t stop staring. His whole body went stiff and he forgot that it was just supposed to be a subtle glance over your shoulder. Now there’s this hunk of meat breathing down your neck, looming there like the words will change if he stares hard enough — because how. How do you go four years with someone and not tell them your real name? He feels even worse once you tell him the reason why you let everyone call you ‘Yuu’.
“…Oh.” His ears twitch, and his terse expression softens when you explain why you didn’t correct anyone. “So that’s why, huh.” A pause. “I get why you did it, but I wish you’d trusted me enough to tell me sooner. We could've set the record straight together. as a team.”
Azul dumps all your name-tags out on his desk for prime viewing. Mostro Lounge. Sams. Student ID. Newspaper Club ID. He does the same for all your old documentations. Train tickets, movie stubs, class schedules, etc. Don’t ask why he has these. Definitely not because they’re the only proof that you exist. Anyways. What do they all say? Oh, ‘Yuu’? And what is your name? Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha. Never-mind that you could’ve used this to cheese him out of a contract. He can’t believe you’ve held such an Ace up your sleeve and did not use it once.
“Fascinating. You had the perfect loophole and chose not to exploit it.” He exhales, somewhere between impressed and irritated. “I don’t know whether to applaud your restraint or question your judgment.”
Jade just found out your dirty little secret. He always had an inkling that you were hiding something from him. Yet the sense he got was unlike that of debtors intentionally fabricating stories. To him, a name is but a string of letters. Although this is good to know for when binding matters are concerned.
“I had wondered what you were withholding.” Jade chuckles into his closed fist. “But I must admit, I did not expect it to be something so straightforward.”
Floyd gets your last name and then instantly forgets it. Kidding! Does it really matter, when your last name is going to be ‘Leech’ anyway? For a long time he assumed you didn’t have one and was already content with sharing. Your first name is interesting. He thinks Crowley sucks for making an entire campus call you by somethin’ you’re not…but to Floyd, you’re always going to be ‘Shrimpy’. (He uses your given name often later on. Azul is Azul. Jade is Jade. When the time comes, you will be yourself too.)
“Hehe, that’s so weird. I thought you just didn’t have one, like a stray or somethin’.” Floyd grins, leaning closer. “Your last name’s gonna be Leech soon anyway, so who cares?”
Kalim feels guilty. Like the kind of guilt that gets passed down six generations. Despite his large family, he's made an effort to learn the names of all his siblings and cousins. Yet he's been addressing the literal love of his life as a pronoun?! You might think it's hilarious but this sweet summer child has an existential crisis. Naturally he'll laugh it off if you do, but it's like he's 16 again and there are important things about the people he cares about flying over his head. For the next week, expect him to overuse your name. Although, he is a bit sad. He's called you 'Yuu' for so long and he can't exactly forget how much love was poured into each time he spoke it. He still calls you Yuu sometimes out of habit, catches himself, then laughs it off, switching back and forth without much care.
“Wait—so I’ve just been calling you the wrong name this whole time?!” He laughs, a little too loud to sound natural. “No way — say it again, we can start over! Hi, I'm Kalim 'Al Asim. It's nice to meet you!”
Jamil is wondering how you've managed to survive this long. He knows for a fact that you've been to the doctor. Mainly because it was his butt seated in the waiting room with the same six shoddy pop-songs stuck on loop for two hours. Pure torture but necessary since you apparently had to be forced there. So just...why didn't you correct him when filling out forms back then? Better yet, why didn't you correct him at literally any point in time? It's been four years. Even if you were apprehensive at first for very valid reasons....seriously? This is how he finds out? He's honestly impressed you can keep a secret, considering you text him about eggshells in your cake or when someone sneezed a fart during class. Someone...help him.
“Four years.” He exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’ll tell me every minor detail of your life, but this is what you decide to keep to yourself?”
Epel does a spit take. You’ll need to request a new, laminated copy, alongside a change of shirt. This one’s been drenched in apple juice and crumpled from when he all but snatched the papers from your hands. Subtly be damned — you mean to tell him he’s been simpering and whimpering over the wrong name for four long years? What if he got it tattooed on his blastcycle?! Or carved into a ring box, huh?! Ah. No. He wasn’t going to do that. Forget everything he just said! Hells…if he wasn’t close to graduating too, he’d take the detention just to tell Crowley off. How the heck could you let this sort of thing go!
“What do you mean that ain’t your real name?!” He coughs, then wipes at the mess on his shirt with a horrified look. “Hells, I knew Crowley was negligent, but this is ridiculous. You’re lucky I’m tryin’ not to get detention, else I ought to go have a word with 'im myself."
Rook cannot believe there was something about you that he did not know. He resigned the knowledge of your last name to time and convenience — but to mistake your first? The revelation is both a thrilling miracle and an utter travesty! The mere thought that you haven’t spoken your own name in four years? Oh, you know his heart is shattered when not a word of purple prose escapes him. Yet he cannot sulk. No. The name ‘Yuu’ is still so special. It is the name that dots every love letter, every thought, every passion that has consumed him for four years. He welcomes your birth name as the dawn of a new era, seeing you as a vibrant blossom finally in bloom within Twisted Wonderland.
"Je te vois, mon cher, and yet there was still a part of you I had not known.” He closes his eyes for a moment, almost savoring the revelation. “A secret so intimate, so tenderly kept, and now at last revealed to the one who adores every facet of you.”
Vil loses his decorum for a brief moment. The documents are plucked from your hands, his unoccupied one grasps your bicep so that you don’t just run off on him. He points to the nearest chair and makes you sit while he skims through all of NRC’s paperwork. Your personal details are not his business and Vil is all for privacy…but he honestly has no idea what you were thinking. You do understand that you have the right to stand up for yourself, yes? Even if you wished to keep being called ‘Yuu’ — which based on your story, he assumes is false, did you not think to tell your lover? It seems a discussion about confidence is due…and an aspirin. Maybe two.
“Even if you tolerated it, why would you not correct me?” His eyes narrow slightly. “Confidence is not optional, especially when it concerns your own identity.”
Idia short circuits. His palms are moister than they get after a 24hr code jam. Not even the time crunch of a same-day deadline can get him like this. He really is the worst boyfriend in existence. Not only did it take years for you to receive proper documentation — y’know, proof of your existence so you can’t just go ‘poof’ on him someday? But to be called something like ‘Yuu’ which he is realizing in real time is just ‘You’. Wow. That’s so messed up. Why are you with him? Why didn’t you correct him? Why didn’t he think to check your stats before? Holy shit. Keyboard smash in his chest and everything.
“W-Wait—so ‘Yuu’ is literally just… ‘you’?” He stares at you like his brain just blue-screened. “How did I not catch that? I’ve min-maxed entire RPGs but couldn’t fact-check my own relationship? — god, what is wrong with me?!”
Malleus wanes as if his entire world has been flipped upside down. You were his first friend. His first and last love. Yet he cannot be remiss with you for holding your name close to your heart. He did the same when you first met, after all. Except Malleus’ ruse lasted some months while yours has held strong this entire relationship. Malleus cannot believe he’s been completely in the dark for four years. What bothers him most is that you may have gone forever without sharing this with him. Names are bonding for fae. Did you intend to bind yourself to his one day, but not allow him to do the same? Don’t bother checking the weather forecast. A monsoon is on the way with three days of heavy rain.
“Ah… I see.” He studies you with a look steady, almost aching. “Your name is not a small thing, child of man. It is a part of you, and I wish I had been worthy of cherishing it sooner.. You need not fear giving it to me now. Whether you are called by the name this world gave you or the one you were born with, I will always know exactly who stands before me.”
Lilia plays it in good fun. Anytime someone asks after ‘Yuu’, he plays dumb. Even if you’re right there. One of his little students asks about his partner? Oh, sorry dearie. They’re not around anymore but have you met my new sweetheart? Then he introduces you by your given name, and suddenly you have to explain to a class of five year olds that their teacher is a jerk who will not be getting the lunch you’ve come to drop off. Lilia’s another one who doesn’t hold himself too harshly for not knowing. Names hold power, yes. Although he’s begun to accept that one such as ‘Vanrouge’ can be desired, even though it is stained in unfathomable amounts of blood. He is just waiting for you to accept it.
“If it makes you feel better, I shall pretend to be scandalized for your sake.” He grins, utterly delighted. “But between us, dearie? I rather like that I can get to know you all over again.”
Sebek deems this as a betrayal. You could point out to him that for the first year you both spent together, he hardly used your name at all. You corrected him for calling you ‘human’ countless times back then and yet he never listened until reality slapped him in the face. Even now he still relapses on occasion, to which he apologizes. Except that reminder would only serve to upset him further. Sebek expects you to hold him at the highest regard. Even if the entire world calls you ‘Yuu’ and you were okay with it, as your partner it is his responsibility to ensure you are not just satisfied, but comfortable. Uplifted. Your name is your legacy. Wear it with pride.
“You should have corrected everyone immediately!” He’s already halfway to pacing. “No, do not look at me like that. This is a matter of honor, as your true name is part of your dignity. You will not be forced to wear a name that is not yours if I have anything to say about it."
Silver is overcome with a deep sense of melancholy. For most of his life, he went without a last name. Which is why seeing ‘Vanrougue’ written next to his person is still an adjustment. A fond one, but an adjustment nonetheless. Yet this overwhelming sensation is actually attributed to the fact that with the name ‘Vanrouge,’ it was like the world finally recognized him. He wonders how you must have felt to be given a new name in a new place and thrust into this new life. ‘Yuu’ is just one piece of who you are. He wants to know the person behind your true name. To see all of you.
“I see.” His expression turns thoughtful, a little sad around the edges. “Then you have been carrying a name that was never fully yours while building a life around it. I understand a little of that feeling. Having my name finally given to me is what made the world feel real. I wonder if it feels the same for you now."
Context: Being a decent person is quite a rare thing in NRC and many of the students there wanted to have some time with you, but your inner circle of friends won't let that slide at all. Here are some of their reaction to someone bothering their time with you.
Other dorms: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia
Ace ♥️
Deuce ♠️
Cater♦️
Trey ♣️
Riddle🌹
I'll be back with posting the next part later next week! Hope you like this new series I've made! :3
NGL Grim would be such a cockblocker sometimes, intentionally or unintentionally. Pretty sure there was an instance where Malleus wanted to sit next to you but Grim was like "NO, that's MY henchman!!! STAY AWAY!!!"
It would be so fucking funny if Grim was both the Immovable Object and the Unstoppable Force that cockblocks the entire student population. Grim grows fond of the prefect over time and, thus, more overprotective. Sometimes it's on purpose, most times it's just Grim being Grim™️ It doesn't help that you and Grim are a Buy 1 Take 1 package. You're supposed to be with him 24/7, lest the whole school suffer from an unsupervised Grim.
Oh, Ace and Deuce want to sleep over at ramshackle? Too bad, Grim's still pissed at them for something that happened literal months ago, and now he won't let either of them in Ramshackle for it!!! Not even the highest quality tuna will erase their transgressions against him. Grim even starts blackmailing Ace and Deuce to keep their crushes on the prefect secret. 10 cans of tuna per week. Minimum.
I'd still imagine the first years have an easier time getting past Grim compared to everyone else, though. They share the same classes and they're friends, so there's just more wiggle room, y'know? Even if it takes some bribery from Jack and Epel. That still doesn't mean Grim won't interrupt their private study sessions with you with his nonsense. It's always stupid shit too like "prefeeect, the cafeteria has discounted buns! Grab them for me!!!"
Cater just wanted a selfie with you without anyone else butting in. Guess who's getting in between the two of you and ruining the pic to make himself the star of the show? Exactly, that motherfucker Grim. Trey spends hours on a multilayered cake for valentines? Grim topples it over within two minutes tops because he's the incarnation of gluttony in a furball. Riddle just gets ragebaited within record time, as much as he tries not to let that raccoon get to him.
Nothing grates on Leona's ears more than Grim's voice. That furball just keeps yapping and yapping, and he wasn't even invited in the first place. Now, Leona has to pay for Grim's meal too, and it costs twice as much as yours. What was supposed to be a peaceful and slow evening with the prefect just derails into an argument. Leona would have thrown the raccoon out already if you didn't care so much about the furball. Ruggie has to use his unique magic to remove Grim from the scene entirely.
Azul earnestly attempts to make Grim sign a contract to help him court the prefect. A lifetime of free food and cheat sheets as long as he doesn't interrupt their dates and helps Azul gather information about the prefect. Does it work? Hell no, because Grim would never sell his beloved henchman's dignity for so cheap. Plus, the great Grim's help is worth more than that. The moment Grim starts whining and demanding for 'fairer terms', both Jade and Floyd become increasingly convinced that brute force is that only realistic solution.
Thankfully, Grim seems to like Kalim enough not to get in his way. To Grim, the benefits outweigh the negatives. Kalim spares no expense pleasing Grim, much to Jamil's dismay. However, that doesn't mean that Jamil isn't plotting. He's just waiting for the exact moment Grim inevitably plunges Scarabia into chaos so that he can steal you away amidst the confusion. Does it last long enough for the two of you to have a romantic evening alone? Fuck no, this is Grim (and Kalim) we're talking about.
Vil can't even have a spa day with you without Grim rummaging through his make-up and potions. The furball's mixing foundation and liquid blush like it's alchemy class. A few broken bottles later later and a suspicious green stain on Grim's mouth, Vil's already at his wits ends. Rook might be of some help against Grim, considering his prowess as a hunter, but this is Grim.
Ortho and Idia work as a team against Grim's bullshit. Ortho wants Idia to succeed, and he does everything he can to eliminate distract Grim momentarily so that his brother can finally make a move. If I'm being honest, I'm not sure if it's even much help considering Idia would likely take 90% of communication and bonding online. Unless Grim manages to destroy Ramshackle's wifi router again.
Sebek and Grim don't get along, and Sebek's already having a rough time trying to court the prefect in the first place because of all of Lilia's misinformation. Also, imagine waking up to Grim's complaining when you're supposed to be comfortably huddled up with Silver. And Grim's not even afraid of Malleus, so not even he stands a chance against Grim's bullshit. Malleus could be leaning down for a kiss, but you'll suddenly hear screeching in the distance. Yeah, that's Grim again. He's burning part of ramshackle down.
TLDR: Grim cockblocks the entire student population. Courting or dating the beloved prefect means appeasing Grim first and bypassing his bullshit.
☆彡 in which professor crewel judges your relationship with the NRC boys
nrc boys x reader (minus ortho)
word counter: 4.8K (200+ per character)
tags: reader is prefect, crewel is your father figure, established relationship, possible ooc
a/n: oh this was by far my most requested work. people wanted father crewel!! i held off on writing this for a while because i felt like i had such a weak grasp on his character. i did my research for this but sorry if my interpretation is off. nonetheless, I hope you enjoy :>
ace trappola
Very against this. It's just one bad influence after another with you, isn't it? First Grim, now this guy. You attract the absolute worst pups, don’t you? You’re lucky you’re his favorite. That’s not stopping Crewel from being crazy strict with both of you though. Expect to get seated across the classroom from your boyfriend. There are plenty of well-behaved puppies in the litter, why are you settling for one who barely knows how to sit? Ace and Crewel are NOT getting along. It’ll take Ace trying to improve himself (i.e. not getting in as much trouble) for Crewel to start being more accepting of him as your boyfriend. If he sees Ace attempting to be a better student, he's more than happy to start extending some grace. He isn’t that cruel… And then Crewel finds out that Ace cheated on a few tests and he’ll get detention for weeks. In detention Crewel is going to make him write a 12 page essay about his bad behavior; standing over his shoulder the whole time as Ace writes this. He'll crack his whip against the boy’s desk if he slows down while writing… Yeah. So much for not being cruel. These two are going to be bickering CONSTANTLY. With time, they’ll mellow out and their arguments will get more playful. (i’m imagining it like Meemaw and George from Young Sheldon) But don't expect him to stop punishing him. It's what bad pups get after all.
deuce spade
Believes you two are adorable together! You two puppies can bounce off and learn from each other. He’ll push Deuce to follow your example, especially if your grades are better than his. He is an educator above all else and takes his position very seriously. Though, as your self-proclaimed father figure, he will be watching Deuce closely. Yes, the pup is good intentioned. But he also has a tendency to get in trouble and still has a long road ahead of him. Crewel will be getting more strict with Deuce, but it isn't as strict as he is with Ace. He's more willing to let some of Deuce's mistakes slide because he sees that he genuinely wants to be better. But those mistakes are in terms of academics. If he makes mistakes in your relationship? Oh that pup is getting whooped. No questions asked. Crewel will not tolerate him hurting you and he has made that very, very clear to Deuce who accidentally got a closer look at the professor's whip. It's not that he thinks that Deuce will hurt you. He's just making sure. He sees it akin to putting a leash on a puppy as they play to make sure they don't get rowdy with the other dogs. Deuce is simply being kept in check by him. Perhaps under Crewel's watchful eye, he will shape up to be the perfect pup for you! He believes Deuce has the potential. It's just a matter of unlocking it.
cater diamond
He's fond of the boy. Makes sure Cater doesn't get away with using his phone in class. He'd hate for any bad influences to start coming your way, so he'll ensure that Cater is following the rules to the tee. He isn't afraid to take away or even break Cater's phone if the time calls for it. Crewel's actually been wanting to get to know Cater more since he's heard about his Magicam. The professor is acutely aware of the latest trends and what not but firmly believes that vintage looks just hit different. So, with Cater now being your boyfriend, he'll be more likely to come up to Cater and recommend him fashion brands that most young people probably wouldn't know about. He's going to start buying you two matching couple outfits, enjoying seeing both of you represent older luxury brands. In exchange, Cater will usually talk to Crewel about celebrity gossip or whatever's trending. This will all be heavily scrutinized by Crewel, but the professor just can't stop listening to what new gossip Cater has. He's open to hearing about student gossip too. Crewel is always open to learning more about his adorable pups and makes sure they aren't misbehaving. Cater becomes his news outlet of sorts. Honestly, Crewel is probably talking to your boyfriend more than you. You're still his favorite of course, he's as loyal as a German Shepherd. Cater is his just new gossip buddy.
trey clover
A fine choice, albeit boring in his opinion. Crewel enjoys a little flare, obviously. His curiosity will grow as to how your relationship happened and why you'd want to be with Trey. His attention will be on Trey more often. And being the astute teacher he is, he'll start to notice more and more... interesting comments that Trey lets slip. Crewel will definitely find out about that side of Trey which... he doesn't know how to feel about it. On one hand; flare! Yay! Now he understands his favorite little pup's relationship better. On the other... Trey is a rather bizarre man is he not? He thinks to himself; how did he ever think that Trey was a normal student? NRC has none of those, much to the teacher's dismay. He appreciates Trey's efforts to win him over though; leaving him little treats. It's like watching a dog bring back a bone, waiting for validation. He'll give it to the boy with due time. Though, Crewel would rather see him treat you nicely as opposed to Trey giving him gifts. He's obviously a well-trained pup, especially given his position as the vice-housewarden of Heartsbyul. Though, Crewel is hesitant to say any boy is worth your attention, he doesn't mind Trey and his tendency of spoiling you. It's what you deserve. Crewel really doesn't have any reservations about your relationship. He just has his suspicions on Trey as a person. Especially if you tell him about the teeth thing. Please don't tell him about the teeth thing.
riddle rosehearts
He appreciates you going for an obedient pup. Crewel hopes Riddle will push you to be more responsible, officially assigning him as your partner in all the classes you have together. The professor also asks him to be your tutor after seeing how well you work together. Academically speaking, Crewel believes Riddle is a good pup. However, he wants to make sure you're being treated like royalty in your relationship and isn't afraid to make vague threats to scare the boy a little. He'll say things around Riddle like, "Hm. It's been quite a while since you and the Prefect have gone on a date, hasn't it?" While not so subtly cracking his whip. Fear is one of the best motivators and best believe Riddle instantly took you on a date after that incident. They have mutual respect for one another as they're both sticklers for the rules. Riddle is just a bit... intimidated at times by his professor. But it's all smooth sailing. Crewel just reminds Riddle of the consequences of treating you poorly. A lot. The housewarden is unnerved but uses it as an opportunity to better himself, earning some brownie points in Crewels book. He's always had a soft spot for obedient puppies.
jack howl
Crewel's intensity really gets to him sometimes. He knows it's bad but whenever Crewel's around Jack starts to overthink. "Why is he looking at me like that... What if I did something wrong? What punishment will I have to face?" In reality, Crewel likes Jack. He thinks you picked the cutest little pup ever. Partly because Jack is a wolf beastman with dog-like features. But Crewel also recognizes Jack's grit. He's actually quite charitable when it comes to complimenting him. During class, Crewel will correct and check up on Jack quite a lot. The beastman takes this as his Crewel not thinking he's good enough for you. But in reality it's quite the opposite. Crewel just genuinely enjoys teaching things to Jack. He approves of the relationship, believing you've chosen a well-rounded dog. Strong, reliable, a rule-follower— it appears you've finally gained a good companion. However, as time goes by, Jack can't stand the thought of Crewel not thinking he's well suited for you. Soon enough, he goes to the teacher and spills his guts, saying that he knows he's not perfect but he's trying really hard to be the man you need. Crewel laughs, patting him on the head. "Oh, you silly little pup. You already have my approval." Jack is shocked to hear this, but it does make him happy to hear. All the more reason to be devoted to you in Jack's mind.
ruggie bucchi
He's not fond of troublemakers— a well known fact. So, Ruggie tries to be more subtle with his mischief once he finds out that Crewel's protective over you. As much as he'd like to stick it to the man, Ruggie quite enjoys his life and would rather not play with fire. But Crewel catches on. He always does. And oh boy, he finds Ruggie's under the table misbehavior to be anything but tasteful. His whip is going to be put to good use. Ruggie gets mortified and starts skipping class, making the whole situation worse. You're probably going to have to be the middleman for these two and make sure nothing goes overboard. Needless to say, Crewel is not fond of Ruggie. However, the teacher respects his work ethic. That boy is always on the job, looking to get extra cash. There's potential in Ruggie and Crewel is going to find it. Meaning that he's going to bug you for more information about your boyfriend before pulling him aside and having a genuine talk with the pup. After the talk, they seem on good terms, with Crewel even complimenting Ruggie from time to time! Yay! Little do you know that he's constantly threatening your boyfriend with the whip.
leona kingscholar
He hardly sees the appeal of a lazy cat who sleeps his days away. Leona is hardly in class so Crewel can't even punish him. He'll have a stern talking with you, telling you not to settle for anything you don't deserve. Once you explain that, "Oh no, Leona treats me very well." and maybe throwing in a, "He lets me use his credit card." for good measure, Crewel will be more open to the idea of you two dating. He could always sense that Leona had that side to him, but he absolutely despises his laziness. He'll try to get you to convince the beastman to come to class more often. Crewel starts threatening to punish you if your boyfriend continues to skip. After all, your boyfriend is an extension of you. And if you're boyfriends being a bad pup, then you are too. So basically you're begging Leona to start to come to class again because Crewel does not play when it comes to punishments. Crewel is not holding back any punishments once Leona starts attending classes more. It's extremely frustrating for Crewel— seeing untapped potential in Leona. He doesn't tolerate this pups behavior, but he genuinely wants to see him be better and decides to talk to him after class. Leona is surprised when Crewel isn't being too preachy and instead talks about how he wants to make sure you're being treated right. It kinda pisses the beastman off that his professor thinks he'd ever treat you wrong in the first place, but it does give him some newfound motivation. The two eventually grow to have a mutual respect relationship on the basis that they both want you to be happy. Though, Crewel still thinks dogs are better than cats. And frankly, this extends to your boyfriend. Sorry not sorry.
floyd leech
What spell does this leech have you under!? In what world would he EVER let you date this monster of a man!? This love is forbidden! Crewel will go full Romeo and Juliet style when restricting you two because he is NOT letting you date Floyd! Nope! Not if he has a say in it! Going on a date tonight? Too bad, he's assigning both of you extra homework that must be completed ON YOUR OWN. Floyd dislikes him right back, always complaining to you how Crewel's no fun. Floyd is one of the biggest troublemakers on campus, right next to Grim. Arguably worst. Floyd is going to get really upset about Crewel's attitude about it and, to your horror, he confronts the professor about it shamelessly. RIP your boyfriend. That poor guy is NOT making it out alive. If you make the mistake of asking Crewel why he doesn't like Floyd, oh that man will go on a tangent. He will be talking for HOURS. I don't see this relationship improving either. Floyd has no intention of changing ever; very content with how he is. If anything, he's making it worse by talking back and throwing tantrums. And it's probably going to be your job to calm him down because Azul and Jade do not wanna deal with allat. Have fun!
jade leech
Unsettled to say the least. He swears up and down that the pup is plotting something. Unfortunately Sam tells him he's overthinking it. He will be sitting you two away from each other... A part of Crewel genuinely wants to get to know him and how this relationship flourished. A louder part of Crewel wants to get you the hell away from this pup because he's scheming SOMETHING he can sense it. All their interactions are going to be the most tense thing ever. Like, both of them are going to be staring at one another with the most strained smiles in the universe. As Jade passes by Crewel's desk with his up-to-no-good smile, I can picture him saying, "Is something the matter, professor?" And then Crewel hitting him back with an equally as devious grin. "Nothing that concerns you, my pup." And then they'll proceed to have a staring contest until you inevitably drag your boyfriend away. Hey, at least Crewel is outright disapproving or hostile to your boyfriend? But he does give you several warnings to watch Jade closely. Because no one should like mushrooms that much. It's suspicious. Crewel is definitely paranoid and probably has a bunch of conspiracy theories on Jade but he never really disapproves of the relationship. A win is a win?
azul ashengrotto
As mean as this sounds, Crewel can sense his insecurity. He's just learned how to pick up on those kind of things after being a teacher. And Azul reeks of hidden insecurity to the professor. He doesn't go any easier on him— he'd be damned if he let any of his puppies step out of line. But he's much more open to be complimentary, especially since you're dating Azul. He'll encourage Azul to spend more time with him after class for studies in order to give him pep talks. If Azul was good enough to catch your eye, then Crewel assures him that he doesn't need to put on this whole 'business' facade to win anyones favor. Azul is definitely stunned to receive this kind of talk from his teacher, but decides to take his advice to heart because he really does love you. Crewel doesn't tell you any of this. Whenever you talk about your boyfriend he kinda just nods along and goes, "That's nice, honey." But in actuality, he smiles to himself after hearing that Azul's been coming out of his shell more. Or— in his case pot. He's no love expert, but he goes soft when he hears that his students are genuinely improving.
kalim al asim
Okay. Get that money. Crewel respects the grind; going for the richest kid on campus. But he isn't a fan of how reliant Kalim is on Jamil in terms of academics. And now that he knows that Kalim is your partner, he'll be harsher on the boy. Crewel doesn't want you hanging out with non-scholars! You deserve a very intelligent boyfriend who can at least get a B average. So he pushes to see Kalim more after class without his attendant, claiming that he needs to learn how to be independent. Kalim obviously struggles with this a bit due to his upbringing, but is willing to take the challenge! Especially if it's to win the respect of your father-like figure! He's really sweet and does try hard... but it doesn't garner much results much to Crewel's dismay. Nonetheless, Kalim does in fact show the grit that was needed in order for Crewel to approve of your relationship. Though, he does insists that Kalim continues to come after class on his own. Maybe you could tag along and help him. Because somethings that boy just doesn't get, no matter how hard Crewel tries. The professor can't help but smile when he sees how lovesick Kalim is over you. He'll watch from afar as you two puppies hug each other in the halls. If you accidentally make eye contact with him, Crewel will give you a small, approving nod.
jamil viper
Crewel has had his eye on Jamil before the two of you started dating. He could tell that the pup held himself back. For what reason, Crewel couldn't say but once he heard the news about you two, he definitely used it as an excuse to get to know Jamil more. He'll watch how Jamil acts around you, the way he relaxes and becomes more snarky. Crewel finds himself liking this version of Jamil more than the quiet, blend in the crowd guy that he presents himself as to the professor. So, Crewel decides to force him out of it. He'll push him, purposely grading his papers harder so that he'll have to put in more effort. Crewel knows that Jamil is capable of 'A' papers despite only turning in 'C' level work. His solution? He makes it so that, in order to get a 'C', Jamil has to turn in 'A' level work. Call it unfair, but it works. Jamil does get frustrated and rants about it to you. As hard as he tries to bite his tongue, he'll eventually let something slip on accident to Crewel. Now, Crewel hates disrespect. But he knows he purposely pushed the pup to see this side— the true side. He'll tell Jamil that being fake doesn't suit him. So, Jamil drops the act. He isn't stupid, Crewel is basically your father and he isn't trying to get on any of your family's (blood related or not) bad side. And it turns out to be for the better as they actually develop a nice bond with Jamil being more himself. Some puppies just need to be pushed out of their crate.
epel felmier
Crewel is happy to hear you're dating a Pomfiore student! He'd like his son-in-law to be fashionable. Then he hears that it's Epel and he's mildly disappointed. Listen, he genuinely cares for his students so he pays attention. And he's heard Epel slip out his native tongue underneath his breath. He's seen the boy rough play with Ace and Deuce. He knows that this pup is different from the other Pomfiore students. That's why he also gets frustrated when Epel tries to maintain this fake act with Crewel. "Good pups don't play pretend when it isn't asked of them. Drop this act. That's an order." This, naturally, freaks Epel out a bit. The country boy is a bit ashamed to be himself around Crewel since he really wanted to appease him due to your father-like bond with him. But he isn't going to disobey— Epel has seen Crewel's punishments, he's not taking his chances. Although Crewel isn't the biggest fan of Epel's southern charm, he appreciates the pup being his real self around him. Is he good enough to date you? Not in Crewel's book, no. But he'll allow it. Epel knows what the punishments are if he breaks your heart anyways.
rook hunt
What compelled you to want to date this man? Crewel doesn't understand your taste. Rook starts leaving clothing and jewelry from luxury brands that Crewel loves on his desk. The professor has very mixed feelings about this. 1. How did Rook find out what brands he's partial to? Should he be concerned about this? Because he's getting concerned. 2. Crewel doesn't like the idea of being bought over. No matter how much he enjoys the gifts. Because he wants your love to be genuine. Crewel wants to see proof that Rook is treating you right, not another luxurious coat that he'll definitely be wearing later down the line. He takes the fact that Rook thinks he can be bought over as an insult and pulls him aside after class, giving the pup a stern talking to. "Non non! I simply gifted it because it reminded me of you, professor! These have nothing to do with my devotion toward the Prefect." Crewel smells bs and does NOT tolerate that. He'll punish Rook by having him clean the alchemy tools after the freshman class since that class was notorious for leaving behind a mess. Rook knew what he was doing. His hand holds yours tighter and he smiles as you two pass by Crewel, with Rook catching a glimpse of the professor wearing one of the necklaces Rook gifted him. You just sigh because there's no way of controlling this man. His audacity knows no bounds.
vil schoenheit
Oh, Crewel is living for this. Vil might just be the one student he fully approves of, 100%. You dating one of the top alchemy students who is also an actor and model with the best sense of fashion in the entire school? Now that's a good puppy! Crewel almost wants to buy both of you treats with how over the moon he is. Vil, ever so charming, easily woos Crewel over by showing him how caring and compassionate he is towards you while also maintaining good grades and fixing your clothes. The professor smiles wide as he asks you, "How's your boyfriend doing?" And he listens happily as you tell him about the super romantic date that Vil took you on. Vil also seeks Crewel out for opinions on different outfits he plans on wearing to his modeling shoots. Crewel is more than happy to give his two cents. All the alchemy students have Vil to thank for the professor being in such a good, less snappy mood. He's not any less strict on them, but he compliments their work much more as he thrills over the fact that his little puppy is dating the perfect student. There's nothing more pure than puppy love, and he sees it written on Vil's face whenever he's around you.
idia shroud
You're dating the recluse? Now how did that happen? Crewel rarely sees Idia so he hasn't exactly seen how the two of you interact. He urges and bugs you to get your boyfriend to show up to his class. Cause Crewel only has a faint idea of what he's like. And once he does get familiar with Idia... Oh... Oh, puppy, why? Why him? Not exactly the type Crewel would've gone for at all. He'll definitely have to punish Idia a few times. Partly because of his horrendous attendance. Partly because he's heard him say a few sly comments under his breath. But mainly so he'll know the consequences of hurting you. Idia is beyond TERRIFIED of this man. Why does he keep calling him a 'pup'?! WHY DOES HE HAVE A WHIP?! And his fears are justified when Crewel punishes him. Idia will let out a loud sigh as he snuggles against you. "Out of all the staff members to be your fatherly figure... Did it have to be him?" Which is pretty funny because you're pretty sure you've heard Crewel complain, "Out of all the students... you chose him?" Looks like they've got some similarities. Just don't expect Idia to be striking up conversation with Crewel ever. Same goes with Crewel. They just pretend that the other doesn't exist and move on with their days.
sebek zigvolt
Oh, Crewel knows who Sebek is. That pup has a lot to learn. Especially when it comes to controlling his volume. Crewel uses the fact that you're dating him to teach him a lesson. "If you yell a single time in my class again this week, I will have your relationship with the Prefect ended. That is a guarantee." It's not a guarantee since Crewel knows he can't really control you, but he says it to keep Sebek in check. And it works. Nobody knew he could stay that silent for that long. Crewel was pleased with the progress, giving him a pat on the head with a small, "Good pup!" Oh, and Crewel is especially satisfied when Trein comes to complain to him that Sebek's been extremely loud in his class as of late. Crewel shrugs, claiming that he's been nothing but the most obedient dog in his class. "Maybe it's a teaching problem regarding you?" Trein wanted to strangle him when he said that. Crewel found it extremely amusing. The professor honestly thanks you for dating Sebek because this is the most fun he's had in a while. You're just glad that Sebek got Crewel's mark of approval. Because you know he would've been crushed if he didn't.
silver
He isn't a fan of the boy who's always sleeping. Crewel becomes even harsher when he hears the two of you are dating. It's hard for Silver so eventually the student comes to him explaining his condition. The professor is much more understanding after that. He actually tries really hard to help Silver, probably dragging you along as well. He'll have you stay after class for some parent-kid (blood related or not, you are literally his child) bonding while making a potion. Crewel will make dozens of potions, giving each one to you so you can pass it along to your boyfriend. None of them really make his condition go away fully of course, but it definitely helps as he's able to stay awake in class. Silver is extremely thankful for the help from Crewel, making it a point to express his gratitude nearly every time he sees him. With Silver awake more often, Crewel's able to witness the knightly way in which he treats you. Spoiler alert; he loves it. Yes! Live out your fairytale dreams, puppy! Crewel's convinced that Silver was a medieval knight in a previous life. He also offhandedly mentions that Silver should start modeling because that pup is GORGEOUS. (I'm biased because have you seen his eyes!?)
lilia vanrouge
Sure. He's cute.... Wait he's how old? Crewel is NOT approving when he finds out that Lilia is probably older than him. It's funny because Crewel starts to talk to Lilia more like he's a staff member than a student. And Lilia happily goes along with it. It's such a switch when he talks to you and then your boyfriend. "Hello, pup. I'm glad to hear you had a good day. How's your alchemy project coming along?... Oh, Lilia. How's the mortgage." "Quite well, professor. How's the wife? Wait, sorry, I forgot— you don't have one." Yeah, he hates your boyfriend actually. May or may not attempt to set you up with someone else. Only for the person that Crewel sets you up with to be Lilia catfishing as someone else. "Khee hee~ The internet these days is crazy, isn't it?" If you look closely you could probably see steam coming out from Crewel's head. The professor will make it a point to constantly tell you that your boyfriend is the worst. He doesn't even consider him a pup in the litter. He's a rodent who somehow snuck into the box. A rodent that you adopted much to Crewel's dismay.
malleus draconia
Since it was well known that Crewel was your father like figure, Malleus actually made it a point to go to him and declare his love for you. It kinda catches the professor off guard. One minute he's just grading papers. The next some fae pup busts through the door and starts spouting Shakespeare style how much he loves Crewel's unofficial adopted child. Crewel is left speechless by the time Malleus done, barely even registering all that he just spouted. "... You have my approval?" Heavy on the question mark. Crewel might've had no idea what Malleus said, but if he willingly went on a 30 or so minute tangent about how much he loved you— he probably loves you a lot. And Crewel doesn't regret it as he watches the two of you bond like you're in your own little world. He'll start being more open about approaching Malleus, suggesting small tweaks to Diasomnia's dorm uniforms. Your boyfriend agrees with the biggest smile and implants the suggestion right away, loving the fact that he has the favor of your father figure. Crewel likes to watch the two of you from a far and muses how the most unlikely creatures from completely different worlds can still fall deep into puppy love. The universe works in funny ways, doesn't it?
Let's talk sex positions! Pick a character(s) and explain their go to positions and why/when (or/and drabble it)
In my mind deuce is normally a missionary or lotus position user
Or maybe he gets more intense with certain emotions like jealousy then he switches out to positions like victory or pile driver. (No way in hell I can do drabbles for this)
★Have You Ever Tried This One?★
Synopsis: The sex positions twst boys will put you in!
Warning! Everything.
A/N: Oh, this is such an interesting request! I simply couldn't choose and made one for all the characters. It was fun seeing what position would suit each character the most!
PS. This is part one. I'll be doing the other dorms as well!
Riddle Rosehearts
I will always stand by the belief that Riddle loves sex for the intimacy of it, and because of that, I like to think he prefers positions where he can see your expressions or hold your hand
Other than Missionary, he'd definitely love Slow Dance
Something about thrusting into you while standing up and you wrapping your arms around his neck makes him so flustered and bothered
Riddle worries that he might have done something wrong. Why were you so quiet? It's not often you stay silent at moments like this. “Dear?” He whispers, his thumb gently caressing the skin of your hip. “Are you perhaps dissatisfied with this position?”
Dissatisfied? With how wet you were?
“Oh my, not in the slightest…” Your body relaxed into his hold, a slow grind to his cock as your patience began to thin.
He had to hold back a moan at the sudden rush of pleasure, eyes shutting closed as he tried to compose himself. “I-it's just… you don't often smile like that when we engage in such activities.”
His words made your movements pause for a moment, contemplating whether or not you should tell him. You suppose it's not that sappy of a reason for you to hide. “Let's just say I like how I'm reminded of how gentle you are in times like this. It feels like we'll waltz at any moment!”
A bright red adorned his cheeks at your confession. How could you possibly associate a dance with intercourse?! Well, taking a look at it, he supposes you have a point…
“Dear, you shouldn't have implanted that thought into my mind. Now, the only thing I'll be thinking when we dance is how good you feel around me.”
Honorable mentions: Cowgirl, Spooning, and Drill
Trey Clover
I'm one of those Trey girlies that believe he's an absolute FREAK
Yeah, he's sweet and loving, but that mf will drill his cock into you
This man would absolutely love a good ol’ mating press
Legs over your head as he fucks his cock deeper into you GOD
Who knew you were flexible? You have not once thought about it until Trey had you in a mating press.
His cock hit so deep into you that you could practically feel him in your stomach. You wouldn't even be surprised if he was hitting your cervix at this point.
“Doing so great for me… Fuck, wanna fill this pussy so bad.” His words slurred as he continued to pound into you. Trey had a habit of saying the nastiest things once he gets pussydrunk.
He just gets so addicted whenever your legs are above your head and he gets a full view of how your cunt sucks his dick in.
Honorable mentions: Pearly gates, Deckchair, and Bouncing spoon
Cater Diamond
Anything to see your tits bounce
A bit biased, but I really think Cater is a boobs guy ok
He enjoys the view AND he can suck on them while you fuck yourself stupid on his cock!
He would also definitely love to fuck you in front of a mirror
“Fuck, yes! Faste—!”
Cater's loud moaning filled the room as you continued to bounce on his cock. His eyes were glued to the way your tits moved as your aggressively rode him. Your body was beginning to become sluggish after hours of being in the same position.
Much to his disappointment, you begin to slowly halt your movements. His hands reaching to grip your hips before holding you up. His hips pulled out until only his tip was in, and he pushed it all back with one harsh thrust.
“Cater! Wa—!”
He has to see those titties bounce one way or another.
Honorable mentions: Pinball wizard, Sofa surprise, and Straddle
Ace Trappola
He's a basic BITCH
Loves Doggy because he can pull on your hair
I would've made him a nasty one, but he's a bit vanilla in my heart
His fingers tangled themselves into your hair, pulling on it every time he felt closer to his release. Fuck, he could do this all day. Seeing you on all fours, struggling to keep yourself up as he continued to pound into you.
“Shi—Ace! Slow do-down…”
What was that? He can't hear you over the sound of skin slapping and the wet squelch of your pussy taking his cock.
Honorable mentions: Reverse cowgirl, Back seat driver, and Leapfrog
Deuce Spade
Yeah, he's nasty with it
While I agree with anon with her take, I would also like to introduce to everyone the Full Nelson
HEAR ME OUUUUTTTTT
Imagine he's jealous and shit, so he pulls this position to drill into your head that only he can fuck you that good
Sometimes you wonder if you should make him jealous on purpose. It would make you a bad girlfriend, but with the way his cock was hitting deep inside you? Yeah…
Legs over your head held by your hands as he rams his dick deeper. You question where he even knew about such a position. Something so exposing and humiliating yet hits all the right places.
“Ace can't f-fuck you like this. No one can…”
God, if he kept fucking you like this, you wouldn't mind letting him take his jealousy out on you.
Honorable mentions: Victory, Lotus, and Fast fuck
Leona Kingscholar
Contrary to popular belief, he actually likes a variation of missionary
I may be a cowgirl truther, but being manhandled…….
As much as he loves having you on top, he also loves having full control over you
His hands pin yours above your head, making sure you wouldn't be able to move as his thrusts become harder. Slow yet deep thrusts had you squirming and moaning under him. You didn't think teasing him would lead you to such a position.
“Where's that cocky attitude now, huh? Can't do anything when I'm in control…”
The mix of his sultry words along with the way he rams into you sent jolts of pleasure all over your body. How long can you even last once Leona finds his motivation?
Honorable mentions: Bow and arrow, Mastery, and Piston
Ruggie Bucchi
Another titty-bouncing enjoyer
Tbh he likes anything that's good for a quickie
Mostly prefers cowgirl just bc it's simple
'It'll be quick,' he said. 'Just one round,' he said. And yet, you have been bouncing on his cock for what felt like hours. Your thighs were beginning to burn from how long you've been in this position. A pool of his cum was already forming from where you two connected!
“Ruggie! Can-can't anymore… ‘m tired, please…"
“No, you're not. With the way you’re clenching around me, I doubt it.”
He preferred quickies, he said….
Honorable mentions: Leg glider, Doggy, and Coital Alignment Technique (CAT)
Jack Howl
Another mating press lover
I told myself I wouldn't repeat some of the positions, but it just works
Holding your legs over your head while he fucks his cum deeper into you YEAH
Breeding season has finally rolled in, which means you're stuck in Jack's room for however long he needs!
How many times have you come already? You could barely feel your body anymore. His rough hands grabbed your ankles, pushing them until they reached your head. You could barely react before he started to drill his cock into you.
"You’ll give me pups, right? Of course you will…”
Honorable mentions: Triceratops, Stand & Carry, and Missionary
Azul Ashengrotto
Spooning
He likes the intimacy of it, and he can hold you really close
Plus, you won't be able to see how fucked out he is
“Doing so good for me… fuck! So ti-tight…”
You could feel his breath on your ears as he pulled you closer to his chest, burying his face into your shoulder while he ground up against you. Azul took his time ravaging you—he always did.
His arms wrapped around your waist, making you unable to escape his grasp. Even in his human form, he had the strength of eight arms.
Honorable mentions: 69, Man Missionary, and Corkscrew
Jade Leech
He's a passionate man
He'll also fuck you on the nearest surface
Has a thing for bending you over tables, which is why I THINK he's a Burning Man position guy
His hand held your wrists as he pounded into you. Jade just couldn't wait until his shift was over, bending you over the counter in the kitchen. It's honestly surprising that no one has even accidentally barged in!
“Jad—! Slow do-down, can't k-keep quiet!”
Even with your pleas, his hips only thrust harsher into you. A sick part of him did hope people from the outside could hear how only his name remained in your mind while he fucked you to oblivion.
Honorable mentions: Corner Doggy, Legs on Shoulders, and Leg Glider
Floyd Leech
Missionary
YEAH HE IS THE MORE VANILLA TWIN
He likes to see the fucked-out expression on your face every time his cock hits that spot
Easier access to your clit too
“Yeah, ya like that, shrimpy~?”
What was he even talking about? You could barely process his words with his finger kept on stimulating your clit. A high-pitched squeal left your lips when he made you come once more.
If that wasn't enough, Floyd started to jackhammer his cock into you. It was barely noticeable, but your body has started moving towards the edge of the bed. Your head was practically hanging by the time Floyd had realised the situation.
“Ha! Hold onto me if ya don' wanna fall~”
Honorable Mentions: Hang loose, Superwoman, and Effiel tower (iykyk)
yuu overblots but instead of attacking others, they attack themselves.
pt.1
tw and tags: suicide attempt, gore, ooc writing as this is my first attempt at writing the whole cast, sigh. inspired by @nawoken's post but VERY VERY different as I tweaked multiple things.
You panted heavily, your hand pressed firmly against your chest as you collapsed onto the pavement leading to Ramshackle. You could feel it— an insidious sensation rising within you. It surged through your organs, clawing its way up your trachea, and pooling in your mouth.
Yes, it was a merciless being.
It, beyond a shadow of a doubt, was none other than blot.
The world around you began to blur, fade, and spin all at once. A creeping darkness slowly encroached upon your vision from the periphery— and the accumulation of blot taking place only got worse.
Grim, having jwust caught up with you, tilted his head in concern as he approached.
“Henchman! Geez, what's gotten you in such a hurry? That was probably one of the only moments I struggled to keep up with—”
You cough up blot.
“—you...”
As a magicless human hailing from an alternate realm— vastly different from the one in which you now reside— your body remained unacquainted with the systems of this present world. Despite the absence of magic, blot had managed to coalesce, born not from use of magic (as you do not bear any..), but solely from the tumultuous depths of your intense emotions.
You tried to hide it— you really did. Every time you felt the blot emerging from you, you went to excuse yourself and vomit it out. And somehow, someway, you were able to veil it— but dear god, did it hurt.
“Henchman?! What in the world?! Is that... Blot? How— Urgh, whatever— just hang in there!”
Grim— startled by the sheer abruptness and severity of the situation— struggled to proceed. After all, he couldn't even wrap his head around what was happening right now. Moreover, you never struck him as someone who'd overblot! Atleast, if you were to overlook the multiple instances in which he saw you give him that occasional empty look in their eyes. Like that one time, where you and him were about to go to bed—
-
“You and I really are different, aren't we, Grim?” You muttered, curling up and burrowing your facing in your arms.
“Heh, naturally! Not a soul can come on par with the great and illustrious—”
“That's not what I mean. You, on one hand, have everything.” You interrupted, subtly adjusting your position to face Grim.
“Whut?? You're spouting nonsense, Henchman.” Grim replied, turning to face you— only to be met by the piercing chill of your empty, cold eyes flaying him alive.
“I, on the other hand, have nothing.”
-
Ah. Well, that slipped his mind, he supposes. Not to mention, there were those rare moments when Grim caught you lost in your thoughts, mumbling to yourself with a voice that was nearly incoherent— but just enough to discern a few words. In those fleeting instances, there was what seemed to be tears that glistened on your cheek, a poignant testament to the turmoil that had been brewing within.
-
Grim cautiously peered through the slightly ajar door, his gaze falling upon a prefect huddled on the floor, their body curled in a protective embrace as they sought solace from whatever pained them.
The air was thick with the sound of Yuu's quiet murmurs, their words barely breaking the silence, yet Grim managed to discern three poignant utterances: "Mother," "home," and what appeared to be the name of someone dear to them.
-
After a few seconds of idle, he abruptly snapped out of his trance, his voice rising urgency— demanding someone to come and help; all while staying in your vicinity.
However, you couldn't grasp any of it.
No, it was far too late. Those brief, few seconds were all the blot needed to envelope you, plunging you into an unfathomable abyss. The weight of the void pressed down, slowly consuming every fragment of your being. Sevens, it was simultaneously drowning you and burning you alive. Need I say more?
Your body was considered a foreign object in this world— you were an outsider, an intruder, an anomaly. Your anomalous body was undergoing something that it wasn't made to adapt to. Thus, you can bet it hurt like hell.
The first to get there was Ace and Deuce— arriving to the scene just as the blot engulfed you— followed by Riddle, Trey, and Cater.
“Huh??? What in the shit's going on?!” Ace muttered under his breath, adrenaline spiking.
“Yuu!” Deuce lunged forward, fully intent on reaching you. However, he was swiftly intercepted by Riddle.
“Deuce, you musn't! It is far too dangerous!” Riddle articulated, his tone a blend of urgency and restraint. He visibly held himself back aswell, torn between the instinct to rush to your side just as Deuce attempted, and the necessity of caution.
Trey and Cater exchanged glances, conveying a shared understanding of the urgency of the situation. After a brief moment, they both nodded in agreement.
“I'll call for help.” Cater declared, his voice steady and resolute.
It didn't take long for everyone to gather.
Epel panted heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath after the frantic dash to Ramshackle.
“Wh—What's happened to the prefect?!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of panic and concern.
Your figure, draped and fully shrouded in blot, rested upon the stone pavement before Ramshackle.
“That black stuff...” Kalim muttered, trying to keep his hands from trembling. “That's— That's gotta be blot, right...?”
“Yuu's... Overblotting?! How's that even possible??!” Ace bellowed, throwing his hands up. “Yuu doesn't have magic— heck, they aren't even from this world, how in the world did their body even generate—”
The abrupt silence was shattered by a pained screech that erupted from your figure, a sound that resonated with raw anguish as someone— no, something— began to emerge from your very being, though it was still too cloaked in blot to discern.
“Child of man...” Malleus murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, directed at no one in particular yet heavy with significance.
“That spudling...” Vil sighed deeply, as if a cloud of exasperation hung over him like a storm waiting to break. Yet, beneath the surface of his frustration, he was acutely aware that you bore no responsibility for the turmoil.
The others instinctively gripped their magic pens, their hearts pounding with trepidation. Though their intentions were far from hostile towards you, they understood the necessity of defense; should you attack, they would be compelled to protect themselves.
The dark blot surrounding you began to amalgamate, twisting and writhing as it formed into jagged, sharp spikes that glinted ominously in the light.
“Wuh-oh, here comes Shrimpy... scary version.” Floyd jested, adjusting his grip on his magic pen.(though he thinks he could snap you out of it solely from squeezing it out of you..)
“Fufufu, I find it rather inappropriate to indulge in humor at this moment, Floyd,” Jade remarked with a serene composure, meticulously adjusting his gloves with deliberate care.
Your overblot form was fully unveiled now. It consisted of you surrounded by blot, hung suspended by the neck in the heart of the abyss around you, draped in the suffocating embrace of the substance.
Everyone went silent then.
As your head lulled upward, your gaze finally meeting the eyes of the crowd, the collective instinct of the mass surged. They readied their magic pens once more, until—
Pierce.
There was the wet, tearing noise of flesh being unzipped, followed by the muffled thud of the thorns burying themselves deep into the muscle and bone of none other than the prefect themselves. At that moment, chaos ensued.
Everybody lost their composure.
Some screamed. Some internally panicked but remained still. Some immediately bursted into tears. Some sprinted to action.
But through the cacophony of tearing tissue and the heavy, rhythmic splashing of blood, a sound emerged that was far more haunting than the gore: your voice. It was a broken, airy thing, barely more than a rasping breath that seemed to vibrate from the very core of your being. You did not scream in terror; instead, you mumbled with a terrifying, hollow desperation.
“kill me.”
“i want to go home.”
“i want...
to be free
.”
i'm sleepy. lmk if there are mistakes. yeayea this is part oen just be patient it's late and i'm sleepy and i just wanted to get this out asap and i bave college tomorrwo bye
COURTING YOU? SINCE WHEN?! Featuring Heartslabyul!
requested ask from here!!!
According to rule 657 of the Queen of Hearts, offering a jar of homemade jam to one’s beloved on a Wednesday is an invitation to a courtship, and must be reciprocated in the next seven days lest the love be one-sided.
Riddle Rosehearts! Whose cheeks flushed rosy red when you presented him a jar of strawberry jam at one of Heartslabyul’s Unbirthday parties, even more so when you told him you made it yourself just yesterday, with the help of Trey(who had been standing off to the corner up until now, smiling like he knew something you didn’t…huh, weird). Covering his mouth with a napkin to hide the way his lips twitched upwards uncontrollably, the smile he couldn’t even stifle, no matter how hard he bit on his bottom lip before awkwardly clearing his throat, holding the jam like it was something important, something precious, especially with the way he cradled the jar right next to his heart. “Ahem. I… accept. Thank you very much.” Why the rest of Heartslabyul started to cheer and holler was beyond you, all the more when you finally noticed the state Riddle was in, fair skin reddened from his neck to the very tips of his ears, blueish-grey eyes firmly locked onto a very interesting patch of grass on the ground, looking anywhere but you(was he mad? Was there some kind of unspoken rule about giving someone jam?). Seeing Riddle less and less over the next few days, with Cater giggling something about how the redhead had practically locked himself in the kitchen for you, lol, and any attempts of visiting him failing horribly with Trey snickering as he swatted you away, chortling underneath his breath about how you’d probably find out, eventually… find out what? Seeing him once after interrogating Adeuce for his schedule, only for his face to bloom rose red at just the very sight of you, scuttling away like a startled mouse, muttering something about how it wasn’t done yet, running back to the kitchens to check up on whatever he’d been working on for the past few days now. Knocking on your dorm door at the eleventh hour, literally - it was past curfew already. Stiffly standing in your doorway, out of breath, almost as if he’d made a dash all the way here, cheeks flushed from exertion, or something else? holding a jar of…jam? “The rules state that an invitation of courtship must be reciprocated within seven days. There is still an hour, twenty minutes and fifty-four seconds left for today.” Twiddling with the edge of his sleeves as he nibbled his bottom lip, holding out the jam as if it were a peace offering. “I am aware that it may not be the best, however, I didn't want you to think your confession was one-sided.” Confession? “I wish to court you. Properly, this time. If you are unhappy with how my jam turned out, I will happily redo it for you.” Tone softening as his cheeks went rosy, looking at you for the first time in what felt like forever. “I do hope you accept my courtship. I truly love you, a-and i promise to treat you as well as the Queen of Hearts treated her king. So…shall we start our relationship? Together, this time, of course.” :)))))
An old-fashioned romance tradition in the Queendom of Roses would be gifting one’s beloved a clock set to six PM, which was taken from the legend of the Mad Hatter, signifying that they were always on their mind.
Trey Clover! Whose honey coloured eyes widened for just a moment when you’d presented him a cake-themed clock you’d bought for him a while back - sure, maybe it was broken and semi-permanently set to six PM, but it had a strange charm about it, and it was gift for him anyway, so why not? Laughing awkwardly as he took the clock from your hands, eyes shining with undeniable fondness, lips curled upwards with a smile that rivaled the sweetness level of his homemade tarts, powdered sugar dusted on and all. “I didn’t peg you for the traditional type.” Chuckling as he inspected the clock, thumb brushing its edges as if it were a cherished object gifted by the Queen herself, offering you a look so ridiculously fond it would be strange if you didn’t notice, even stranger by the fact that you’d only given him a broken clock - weird, but oh well. Bringing over a bouquet of flowers(meticulously trimmed and carefully arranged, the blooms the exact hue of your favourite colour) and some baked goods(freshly made the very same day in the Heartslabyul kitchen, with Trey smiling all the while as he made them - not like you would know, of course) the next time he visited your dorm, offering you nothing but a smart grin and the warmest gaze you’d seen from someone in Night Raven in general, fingertips brushing against yours for just a split second as he handed over the goods(“Just thought I’d return the favour. Thanks for the clock.” <33333). Handwritten notes appearing under your desk more often than not now, asking how your day went or sharing little tidbits of the writer’s very own day that he found interesting, and was it really a surprise to find out that the mysterious writer was Trey, when he signed off each note with ‘yours truly’, when he wrote you hearts and kisses at the end of every note? Finally, finally cornering the man after weeks of having to deal with his romantic pursuits(not that you’d minded, but still) and only receiving that signature smirk, pearly white teeth staring back at you. “What?” Feigning innocence, grinning at you so mischievously that you were beginning to wonder where that good-natured persona of Trey’s had gone(not that him being cheeky was bad, necessarily, but you could certainly tell he was having fun making your cheeks burn) “Weren’t you the one that started courting me first, with that old-fashioned tradition? I only thought about returning that favour.” ;))
An old romance poem from the Shaftlands that was popularised online spoke of a young couple running away from a monstrous black crow, hand in hand even though before they’d just had a row.
Cater Diamond! Who had been in a bit of a heated scuffle with you over one thing or the other, before having to run for his life after Crowley heard the two of you very loudly bickering in the library, and had randomly to give chase - dashing down the narrow halls so quickly your heels started to hurt from all the sudden stops you had to make, lest you wished to run headfirst into one of the the library’s many hardwood shelves(a fate you’d long since learned to avoid, ever since Cater had shown you that one video where a Heartslabyul senior bumped his head into it and had to stay in the infirmary for a concussion. RIP). Trying to make yet another quick break as you yanked his hand from whatever direction he had been attempting to go, making a mad rush to the library’s exit - eh, wait, this felt awfully similar to something you’d seen online before…oh well, you’d think about it later :) Ending up in a courtyard, out of breath and panting hard from your unwanted exercise, which must have been especially tough for poor Cater, judging by the way his cheeks were flushed pink, his fingers trembling in your grip. “You -“ The ginger barely managed to choke out, clearly still short-winded from the run, eyes wide and lashes rapidly fluttering, almost as if something unbelievable had occurred, about to say something, right before Crowley appeared again, dragging the both of you off to detention ://// (your hands entwined the entire trip there, Cater’s slender fingers locking into yours so tightly one would think that the two of you were a couple on their honeymoon phase, but that definitely wasn’t the case… right??) Sitting in detention silently for a few moments before he took out his phone that miraculously hadn’t been confiscated, small fangs showing in that overly bright smile he’d decided to flash you with, a question in a grin - a photo? “I can’t believe you got to do the trend before me, normally Cay-Cay’s on top of these kinds of things, y’know ?” He’d beamed, his right hand’s fingers still thoroughly laced around yours, his thumb tracing circles around your knuckles, as he raised his other hand to snap a quick selfie. “Cheese!” Emerald green eyes twinkling like gems at the photo, the all too familiar motion of his thumb moving the photo to a folder simply labelled <3, his smile cheery, his eyes brightening the way a stained glass window shone when it met the first day of morning light - how pretty. But why on earth was he so happy all of a sudden? “We should make this official. Wanna do matching bio’s on Magicam? Oh, and maybe we could vlog our first date too…” First date? Huh? “Oh, don’t worry - the blog footage will be for Cay-Cay’s eyes only.” Beaming as he stood up and stretched, offering you his hand to help you sup, cheeks dimpling and tinted pink. “Now, how does the skate park sound for a date? Don’t worry - if you fall, Cay-Cay’s definitely gonna come to your rescue!” :))
An old legend that originated in Clock town said that if two people tried to fix a broken watch together and ultimately failed, they’d turn out to be soulmates.
Deuce Spade! Who had lit up when you’d asked him to help fix your broken watch, though it did seem a little finicky, to the point where you’d offered your assistance halfway through - with Deuce starting to doubt his own technical skills as your watch spat out yet another faulty piece at him, the two of you struggling to get your rogue clock back together without failing terribly in the process. Kicking the bucket altogether after your nth attempt to piece your clock back together(with Deuce looking like a kicked puppy in the process, his eyes downcast and shoulders slumped), just as he seemed to perk up, just a little bit, like he’d just remembered something important, before scurrying off, pink-faced… had he forgotten to paint the roses red or something? Ace complaining about having to deal with now semi-permanently flushed Deuce, who seemed to be scuttling around you recently, always muttering something about how he hadn’t remembered that story since he was a kid and that it was his first time not being able to fix a watch, and since it was with you, was it a sign?…so of course you couldn’t help but wonder if he was okay!(as his friend.Totally.) Clumsily offering you help with anything you could ever think of - homework(mostly resulting in the both of you hunched over your worksheets, unless you asked him to help you with physical training), grocery shopping(where he insisted on holding all your grocery bags, no matter how much stuff you bought) or even fixing any of your other items (which he was much more successful at mending, in comparison to your watch.) Eyes darting everywhere in your dorm but you after seeing that broken watch perched neatly on your bedside table, face blooming a shade of pink that reminded you terribly of the flamingos the two of you had fed that week(your giggles echoing in his mind as one playfully nipped at your pant leg, his lips curling upwards before he could realise it, hugging the bag of bird feed he was holding like a plush, getting an odd look from the flamingo he’d momentarily forgotten to feed, thanks to staring at you), mind clearly coming to a halt. “Hahaha, why’d you keep that?” “Because it’s special to me?” “Oh. Haha, yeah!..stupid idiot why didn’t I think of that.” Ear tips rosy when you’d asked if you could visit his hometown and possibly meet his mother over the winter break, stuttering out something that sounded like a very eager yes, smiling so wide his cheeks must’ve started hurting - huh, maybe he was just really excited. Carefully wrapping a scarf around your neck as the both of you walked into Clock Town - “It can get cold here if you don’t wear enough protection.” And it must’ve been, why else would his cheeks burn such a furious shade of red? -, Deuce fidgeting with the watch on his wrist, talking to you so nervously you couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong. “I know I’m not exactly the best student, and that I fail and make mistakes that I can’t fix…but it’s just like that legend about the broken watch, right?” Wait, this sounded like… “So, I’d like to think that as long as we work hard, we can accomplish anything we set our minds to. Together.” :)))
In the Queendom of Roses, gifting one’s beloved a handmade daisy crown underneath the shade of a hundred-year-old tree is a well-known way to ask for one’s hand.
Ace Trappola! Whose face went as red as the heart-shaped marking on his left eye when you’d presented him with a flower chain to wear on his head made from your mindlessly plucked daisies from the meadow’s soil, muttering something about how the both of you were too young and that this was so cringe…yet still refused to give you back the flower crown from its spot on his head, ear tips flushed such a fierce shade of crimson that one would think he was trying to mimic the Queen herself! Scowling when Deuce pointed out the flowers a while later in lunch, yanking you by the arm and putting you in between him and the other like some sort of barrier - “What? They gave it to me, don’t make it weird.” Which was hard to do, with how Deuce had started spluttering apologies and turned pink, while Ace simply grinned smugly(still red faced), jauntily putting an arm around your shoulder, pressing your side to his, your cheeks pressed together (ignore how warm he was, how you could feel him breathing out when he finally let you go). Swatting away any and all allegations of being an absolute sap when you’d caught him pressing that daisy chain you’d gifted him, glaring at you with that all bark and zero bite look you’d grown used to fond of after so long, before pointing an accusatory finger at you - “Shaddup! You started this first.” Started? Started what? Ace glowering at you like a petulant toddler when you truly seemed lost at whatever he was talking about, picking up the pressed chain of raises like a weapon, shoving it in your face. “This means you asked to marry me.” Completely brushing aside your dumbfounded look to put the flower crown on his head, he continued. “This means I accept. No take-backs. You're stuck with me now.” ;)
hey, if you liked this… check out Savannaclaw’s, Octavinelle’s, Scarabia's, Pomefiore’s, Ignihyde’s or Diasomnia’s versions?
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FEM ! reader. the classic- walking in on you changing trope. or, in which the twst cast finally realizes you're a girl when barging into your room uninvited- and seeing you in your bra.
in this MC is afab, identifies as female, and has tits. suggestive themes but no outright nsfw. talks about boners-? crack treated seriously.
walks in and stares for a good twenty seconds at the black, lace, push-up bra, that make your tits look amazing, before realizing that he's staring. he suddenly feels hot, hair becoming disheveled and eyes darting anywhere but you. immediately starts sputtering apologies left n right before stumbling his way out of your room, slamming door loudly behind him. oh, and now he has a boner.
his hand is on the doorknob, mid-sentence before he catches sight of the red, lacy, bra on your chest. the words suddenly get caught in his throat. you watch as his face gets increasingly redder the more he stares at you, too shocked to even think about closing the door. when you finally put a shirt on he snaps out of his state and starts spouting nonsense at you, berating you for not locking your door with a bright red face.
walks in, notices you're changing, apologizes and walks out. a normal reaction for once. except he's on the way back to his dorm when he realizes- oh shit- you were wearing a bra. and begins to get flustered. he doesn't know what to do about the situation now, does he confront you? apologize again? the next time you see one another best believe he's going to be on edge.
