Hii!! Ur writing is so peak 🥹 I love it so much!! Can I order the twst housewardens with reader who came to them crying then they think something bad has happened so they keep asking for an explanation but reader keeps crying, but then the actual reason was that because reader saw a very adorable kitty but it ran away from reader and they didn't get to pet it ಠ﹏ಠ
( if not the housewardens I'll be fine with leona, idia and malleus!! ( ꈍᴗꈍ) )
A Feline’s Rejection
Housewardens x reader
A/n: your order has been received and made, because this was made before I closed my requests I’m making this now. Apologies for inactivity- from now till the end of June, I promise to post at least twice a week or more. Thank you for letting me make this, I hope you enjoy this and please come again
Warnings: fluff, reader is a little dramatic, possible editing mistakes Word count: 3.8k
Riddle Rosehearts
The heavy wooden doors of the Heartslabyul dorm didn’t just open; they practically slammed against the wall, rattling the framed portraits of the Queen of Hearts. Riddle snapped his head up from his paperwork, a reprimand about proper decorum already forming on his lips—until he saw you.
You stumbled into his office, your face flushed, chest heaving, and tears absolutely streaming down your face. You were trembling so hard you could barely stand.
Riddle dropped his fountain pen, completely forgetting about the ink staining the parchment. He rushed to his feet, crossing the room in a blind panic. "[Name]?! What is the meaning of this? Are you hurt? Did someone attack you? Tell me who it was this instant!"
You grabbed his red-and-white coat, burying your face into his shoulder, sobbing so violently that your words came out as a scrambled, incoherent mess. "They didn’t even look back, Riddle... I held out my hand and they just... they rejected the rules of engagement! The hierarchy was shattered! It’s all gone!"
Riddle’s heart dropped into his stomach. Rules of engagement? Shattered hierarchy? His mind raced through a dozen worst-case scenarios. Had there been a coup in another dorm? Had a rogue magical beast infiltrated the campus? Were you suffering from a blot-induced hallucination?
"Shh, please, calm down. I can’t understand you," Riddle pleaded, his usual stern demeanor entirely melting into raw anxiety. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, gently guiding you down to the sofa. He stroked your hair, his own heart hammering against his ribs. "I am right here. You are safe in Heartslabyul. Take a deep breath."
It took a solid ten minutes of Riddle rubbing soothing circles into your back and murmuring soft, desperate reassurances before your frantic gasps finally slowed into quiet, occasional hiccups. He handed you a handkerchief, his grey eyes wide with genuine, terrified concern.
"Are you alright now?" he asked softly, wiping a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. "Please, [Name], you must tell me what happened. Who did this to you? What broke the hierarchy?"
You sniffled, looking up at him with watery, bloodshot eyes, your lips trembling all over again. "I... I saw a tiny calico near the botanical gardens... and I crouched down to pet it... but it hissed and ran away into the bushes!"
Riddle froze. His hand paused mid-air. He blinked once. Twice.
"A... a cat?" he whispered, the sheer absurdity of the statement colliding with the immense dread he had been feeling just moments prior. "You are crying because... a feline evaded your affection?"
"It looked right at me, Riddle!" you wailed, fresh tears spilling over. "I just wanted to love it!"
Riddle let out a long, shaky sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as the adrenaline finally left his system. He didn't know whether to lecture you for scaring him half to death or laugh out loud. Ultimately, seeing your genuinely devastated face, he softened. He pulled you back into his chest, resting his chin on your head.
"Good heavens, you nearly gave me a heart attack," he muttered, though there was a fond, amused smile tugging at his lips. "Very well. If it pleases you, next time we head out to sage island, we shall visit a cat café. For now, please stop crying. My uniform can only take so much water."
Leona Kingscholar
Leona was having a perfectly good nap on the bed of his room when the door was practically kicked off its hinges. He bolted upright, a snarl dying in his throat when he realized it was you.
You collapsed onto your knees right by the doorway, shoulders shaking as you let out a loud, pathetic wail. Tears were streaming down your face, ruining your shirt, and your eyes were swollen.
Leona’s ears immediately pinned flat against his head. He was on his feet in a second, the lazy lounge-lion entirely vanishing, replaced by a tense, predatory instinct. He strode over and practically scooped you up, pulling you onto his bed.
"Hey. Look at me. What the hell happened?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. He gripped your chin gently, forcing you to look at him, his green eyes scanning you for injuries. "Who touched you? Give me a name and I'll turn 'em to dust before sundown."
You gripped his vest, your voice cracking as you choked out absolute nonsense. "The void took it, Leona! The fluffy void just dissolved into the shadows! The betrayal is too heavy, I can't bear the weight of the universe!"
Leona’s brow furrowed tightly. The void? shadows? His mind immediately jumped to Overblot, or some dark magic relic from one of Crowley’s vaults. Was someone targeting you to get to him? The thought made a dangerous, low rumble echo in his chest. He pulled you flush against him, wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.
"Calm down. Stop babbling and breathe," he ordered, though his rough voice was uncharacteristically gentle. He hated crying—mostly because he hated seeing you cry. He rocked you slightly, letting his heavy, warm presence soothe your panic until your hysterical sobs turned into quiet whimpers against his chest.
Once you finally quieted down, only letting out small, shaky breaths, Leona pulled back just enough to look at you.
"Alright. You're breathing. Now talk to me," he said, his voice deadly serious. "What 'void' are you talking about? Who betrayed you?"
You wiped your nose on your sleeve, a fresh wave of misery washing over your face. "There was a little black cat under the stairs... I psupsupsu'd at it... and it ran away from me!"
Leona stared at you. The tense, protective posture he held instantly deflated. His ears twitched, lifting back up, and he let out a sound that was a mix between a groan and a scoff.
"Are you serious right now?" he muttered, dropping his head back onto his pillows. "A stray cat? You broke into my room crying like the world was ending because a damn cat ignored you?"
"It didn't just ignore me, it rejected my soul!" you cried out, burying your face back into his chest.
Leona rolled his eyes, but a lazy, smirk spread across his face. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you down so you were lying flat against him. "You're an idiot, you know that? If you want to pet a cat so bad, just pet me. I'm bigger, softer, and I actually tolerate you, even if it’s barely. Now shut up and go to sleep. You're exhausting."
Azul Ashengrotto
Mostro Lounge was closed for the afternoon, which was the only reason Azul was in the main dining area reviewing finances. The peaceful silence was shattered when the heavy double doors burst open.
You stumbled in, completely hysterical. Tears were pouring down your face, your breath hitching so violently you looked like you were suffocating.
Azul dropped his ledger, his glasses nearly slipping off his nose. "[Name]?!" He scrambled out of his seat, knocking his chair over in the process—a lapse in composure that would usually horrify him. He rushed to your side, his hands hovering over you nervously, not knowing where to touch without hurting you. "What is wrong? Are you injured? Did someone extort you? Have you been threatened?!"
You grabbed the lapels of his pristine coat, sobbing into his chest, your words a jumbled, panicked mess. "The contract was unwritten, Azul! It was a silent agreement of the eyes, but they breached it! They fled the jurisdiction! There’s no justice left!"
Azul’s face turned entirely pale. Breached contract? Fled jurisdiction? He immediately thought of a high-stakes business deal gone wrong, or worse, someone using a magical contract to bind or harm you. His mind spun at a million miles an hour, calculating legal loopholes, retaliation strategies, and hexes.
"Please, look at me, breathe!" Azul begged, his voice laced with panic. He led you over to a booth, sitting closely beside you. He pulled out a handkerchief, gently dabbing at your tears while using his other hand to rub your arm. "I can fix this. Whatever contract or agreement it was, I can fix it. Just breathe, my love. I am here."
He coaxed you through a series of deep breaths, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs until your wild sobbing slowed down to a halt, leaving you sniffling and clutching his hand.
Azul let out a breath he felt like he’d been holding for a century. He smoothed down your hair, his blue eyes filled with profound worry. "There now. You are safe. Now, tell me everything. Who breached this agreement? I will make sure they pay tenfold for distressing you like this."
You looked at him, your bottom lip quivering. "I... I tried to give a piece of dried fish to the tabby cat by the courtyard... but it just looked at me and sprinted into the woods!"
Azul’s brain short-circuited. He sat frozen, the handkerchief still pressed against your cheek.
"A... tabby cat?" he repeated, his voice dangerously flat. "A literal animal?"
"It didn't even sniff the fish, Azul!" you sobbed, a fresh tear rolling down your cheek. Azul stared at you for a long moment before letting out a massive, exhausted sigh, leaning his forehead against your shoulder. "My sevens... I thought you had been targeted by a rival businessman or a dark wizard. You nearly caused me a cardiac arrest over a stray feline." He lifted his head, a mixture of profound relief and mild irritation on his face, though his eyes were incredibly fond. He sighed, pulling you into a proper hug. "Next time, if you want to negotiate with the campus wildlife, let me handle the terms. Clearly, they don't appreciate proper compensation."
Kalim Al-Asim
Kalim was cheerfully playing the finger cymbals in his room when the doors were thrown open with a loud bang.
You stood there, tears streaming down your face like a monsoon, your chest heaving as you let out a heartbreaking sob.
Kalim dropped his cymbals instantly, his eyes widening to the size of saucers. "[Name]?!" He practically flew across the room, throwing his arms around you. "Oh my gosh, what's wrong?! Are you hurt? Did you eat something bad? Did someone say something mean to you? Jamil! Jamil, come quick!"
You buried your face in his turbaned shoulder, your words coming out in a frantic, garbled rush. "The golden sun just turned away, Kalim! The warmth is gone! The velvet slipped through my fingers and I’m stranded in the desert!"
Kalim’s heart broke into a million pieces. Stranded in the desert? The sun turned away? He thought you were speaking metaphorically about a horrible tragedy. Had your family disowned you? Had your hometown been destroyed? Kalim’s naturally sunny disposition vanished, replaced by an overwhelming, protective sorrow.
"Don't cry, please don't cry! I'm here!" Kalim cried out, seeing you in so much pain made him a little overwhelmed. He guided you over to a pile of plush silk cushions, pulling you into his lap and holding you tight. "Whatever it is, I can fix it! I have lots of gold, and Jamil is really smart, we can solve anything! Just don't be sad!"
He held you, rocking you back and forth, rubbing your back and whispering sweet, panicked reassurances until your loud wails finally subsided into small, shaky hiccups.
Kalim wiped your cheeks with the silken sleeve of his vest, his expression incredibly earnest and worried. "Are you okay now? Can you tell me what happened? Who took the warmth away? I'll have my family send a whole caravan to find it!"
You sniffled loudly, looking at him with giant, pathetic eyes. "I saw a gorgeous ginger cat on the wall... and I held out my hand to pet it... but it hissed at me and jumped over the roof!"
Kalim blinked. He tilted his head, his worry immediately leaving.
"Huh? A ginger cat?" he asked, trying to connect the dots. "The velvet... was the cat's fur?"
"Yes!" you sobbed, burying your face in your hands. Kalim stared for a second, and then a giant, roaring laugh erupted from his chest. He scooped you up into a massive, spinning hug, entirely relieved. "Oh, thank goodness! I thought something terrible happened! You scared me so much!" He set you down, wiping a stray tear from his own eye from laughing. "Aw, don't cry, [Name]! If that cat didn't want headpats, we can just buy a hundred cats! No, a thousand cats! We'll fill the whole lounge with them, and they'll all love you!"
Vil Schoenheit
Vil was in the middle of his meticulous skincare routine when his doors flew open. He turned around, ready to deliver a scathing lecture on poise and entry-way etiquette, but the words died in his throat.
You stood there, completely unraveled. Tears had completely ruined your face, your breathing was erratic, and you looked utterly devastated.
Vil dropped his crystal applicator, rushing over to you with an expression of pure alarm. "[Name]! What on earth has happened to you?" He caught you as you stumbled forward, his hands grasping your shoulders. He looked you up and down, checking for physical trauma. "Are you hurt? Speak to me! Did someone dare to lay a hand on you?"
You collapsed against his chest, ruining his designer robe with your tears, babbling completely incomprehensibly. "The royalty of the courtyard rejected my offering, Vil! The elegance was a lie! I’ve been banished from the beautiful kingdom!"
Vil’s mind immediately went into crisis-management mode. Banished? Royalty? Offerings? He thought there had been a massive political incident, or perhaps a royal student from another country had humiliated or threatened you on campus. His eyes flashed with a dangerous, icy anger. Nobody made his partner look this broken and got away with it.
"Calm yourself. Take deep breaths. Look at me," Vil commanded, his voice a perfect blend of authority and tender concern. He led you over to his vanity chair, sitting you down and kneeling in front of you. He took a damp, luxurious cloth and gently began wiping away your tears, his gaze locked onto yours. "Inhale... exhale. Good. I am right here. No one can banish you from anywhere while I am by your side."
He patiently worked with you, his calm, regal aura eventually soothing your frantic breathing until you were just letting out quiet, shuddering breaths.
Vil cupped your face, his purple eyes scanning yours with intense seriousness. "Now, tell me clearly. Who insulted you? Who rejected your offering? I will ensure they are reprimanded thoroughly."
You looked at him, your eyes welling up with a fresh layer of tears. "I saw a beautiful white cat with blue eyes... I tried to give it a little treat... but it looked at me like I was dirt and ran away!"
Vil’s hands remained on your face, but his entire expression blanked.
"A white... cat," he repeated slowly, the realization dawning on him. The "royalty" was an animal. The "banishment" was just a stray cat walking away.
"It was so pretty, Vil, and it hated me!" you whimpered. Vil closed his eyes, letting out a long, dramatic sigh, though the tension completely left his shoulders. He opened his eyes, a fond, exasperated smirk playing on his lips as he shook his head. "You absolute child," he murmured, gently wiping away the new tears. "You nearly gave me a wrinkle from stress. To think I was ready to challenge a foreign dignitary for you." He stood up, pulling you into his arms and resting his chin on your head. "Felines are notoriously fickle creatures. They lack the taste to recognize true beauty and kindness. Do not waste your tears on a creature with no sense of etiquette."
Idia Shroud
Idia was in the middle of a high-stakes ranked raid when his room door—which was usually locked tighter than a bank vault—was violently thrown open. He jumped, his cat ears headphones flying off his head.
"Wh-whoa! What the—?!" he started, ready to yell at whoever bypassed his security, but stopped when he saw you.
You fell into his room, sobbing hysterically, your chest heaving as tears poured down your face. You looked completely overwhelmed.
Idia’s internal alarms went off at a deafening volume. His blue flames flared up, turning bright white-hot with pure panic. "Name?! Wh-what's wrong?! Did your save data get corrupted?! Did someone doxx you?! Are you dying?! Am I dying?!" He scrambled out of his ergonomic gaming chair, almost tripping over his own legs as he rushed to your side. He hovered his hands over you awkwardly, his social anxiety fighting with his absolute terror for your well-being. "D-don't cry! Please don't cry, it’s lowering my HP just looking at you!"
You grabbed his hoodie, burying your face in the soft fabric, wailing nonsense. "I sent a friend request to the best— second best in the server and it not only rejected me but left!"
Idia’s brain completely melted. Second best? rejected? Friend request? He thought you had encountered a literal anomaly on campus, or worse, some sort of magical artifact had wiped someone’s memory of you, or a student had used a cloaking spell to attack you. His mind raced through a thousand sci-fi horror scenarios.
"R-rejected you?! Did someone use a spell on you?!" Idia panicked, wrapping his arms around you awkwardly but tightly, hiding you in his hoodie. He dragged you over to his beanbag chair, sitting down next toyou. "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here. I can hack into the campus mainframes. I'll find out who did it. Just stop crying, you're gonna short-circuit my brain..."
He held you, his flaming hair dimming to a soothing, soft blue light, providing a strange but comforting warmth. He let you cry into his chest for a long time, rocking you slightly until your hysterical hyperventilating slowed down to a few quiet snifffles.
Idia let out a breath he felt like he’d been holding since freshman year. He pulled the hood back slightly, looking down at you with wide, worried yellow eyes. "O-okay. Your breathing is back to normal parameters. Now give me the details. What NPC rejected you? Who disappeared?"
You sniffled, looking up at him with big, watery eyes. "There was a little calico cat by the Ignihyde lounge... I tried to pet it... but it hissed and ran away under the floorboards!"
Idia froze. His hair turned a dull, flat gray for a split second before returning to blue.
"A... a cat?" Idia whispered, his voice cracking. "You're telling me... you triggered a boss-level crying fit... because a 3D model of a cat walked away from you?"
"It rejected my friendship, Idia!" you cried, fresh tears spilling over. Idia let out a massive, wheezing sigh, burying his face in his hands. "Bro... you gave me a literal heart attack. I thought we were dealing with an actual creepypasta or a magical anomaly." He cracked a small, relieved, and incredibly fond smile, pulling you back into his chest. "Cats are just high-difficulty evasion builds, alright? Even though they’re always cutemaxxing, they have a garbage aggro range. Next time, let me build you a robotic cat with 100% hardcoded affection stats. Just... don't scare me like that again. My heart can't take it."
Malleus Draconia
The silence of the Ramshackle dorm’s courtyard was broken when the front doors were violently thrown open. Malleus, who had been enjoying a quiet evening walk to visit you, paused as you stumbled out onto the porch.
You were weeping openly, tears streaming down your cheeks, your shoulders shaking so violently you could barely keep your balance.
Malleus’s expression shifted instantly from serene to terrifyingly intense. In a blink of an eye, he teleported right in front of you, a green mist dissipating around him. He caught you by your waist, his electric green eyes wide with a mixture of panic and fury. "[Name]! What is the meaning of this? Who has brought you to such despair? Tell me, and I shall rain down the wrath of the Valley of Thorns upon them!"
You clung to his heavy coat, sobbing uncontrollably, your words a frantic, nonsensical blur. "It was so cute Malleus, almost as cute as you! Then when I went near it, it completely ran away from my affections! I have no idea what I’ll do with myself after such an embarrassing moment!"
Malleus’s breath hitched. It? Cute? Affections? Ran away? His mind instantly flashed to his grandmother, Maleficia, or some ancient, mythical creature that had infiltrated Night Raven College to threaten his partner. A suffocating, magical aura began to leak from him, the sky above darkening with sudden storm clouds.
"A clever creature? A broken pact?" Malleus’s voice boomed softly, laced with a terrifying protective instinct. He brought you close to his chest, wrapping his arms securely around you, shielding you from the world. "Fear not. No beast, ancient or otherwise, shall harm you while I draw breath. Calm your heart, my beloved. You are safe in my arms. The storm will protect you."
He rubbed your back with his gloved hands, his deep, resonant voice murmuring ancient, soothing lullabies until the magical pressure in the air began to fade, and your frantic wails slowly subsided into quiet, exhausted sniffles against his chest.
The clouds parted, letting the moonlight shine down on the two of you. Malleus pulled back slightly, his expression soft but deeply concerned as he used his thumb to wipe away your tears. "Are you composed now, my love? Pray, tell me of this beast. What pact did they refuse? I shall force them to submit to you."
You sniffled, your bottom lip trembling as fresh tears threatened to fall. "I saw a little black cat with green eyes... I tried to pet it... but it hissed and ran away into the bushes!"
Malleus blinked. His horns twitched. The fearsome, all-powerful Fae prince looked entirely bewildered.
"A... a small feline?" he asked, trying to comprehend the vocabulary you had just used. "The 'ancient beast' was a common house cat?"
"Yes! And it hated me!" you sobbed, burying your face back into his chest. Malleus stood still for a moment, and then a soft, rumbling chuckle vibrated through his chest. The sheer relief washed over him, making him smile fondly down at your ridiculous, endearing form. He tightened his embrace, resting his cheek against your hair. "Oh, my dear [Name], my sophisticated and dramatic, dear [Name]. You possess such a grand heart to weep for the affection of a mere cat." He kissed the top of your head, his voice overflowing with affection. "Do not weep. If that creature cannot see the honor of being touched by you, then it is foolish. If you wish to pet a creature of shadow and horns... you always have me."
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