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
" WHOOPS, HE STOLE A KISS~ " ― VIL, ROOK, LEONA AND LILIA
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in which; how each of them would steal a kiss from you~
featuring; vil, rook, leona & lilia x separate fem reader
author's note; i wanted to add more, like jade and possibly malleus...but im too lazy 😔 THROW THE TOMATOES ITS OKAY I CAN TAKE IT no i can't. i might make another part with other characters when i have more motivation...maybe(ꏿ﹏ꏿ;) these were written in my notes, so the grammer will def be ood. started this at three am ahahahah
content; sfw, established relationship, implied female reader, surprised kisses, suggestive themes (mostly in vil's part only cuz im in love with him), unedited writing, grammar mistakes, possibly ooc, teasing, fluff, imagine/scenarios, pardon my french ( literally ! )
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VIL SCHOENHEIT
you were brought to his dressing room for only a "quick moment" ― which, on your behalf, seemed reasonable. maybe he wanted to speak to you about costume? maybe the script? perhaps he just wanted to compliment you on your work.
and compliment he did, as the next thing you knew you were sitting against his vanity―back to the mirror, hands around the housewardens neck and his hands on your waist like they belonged there.
and according to vil? it's a match made in heaven.
it all happened too fast, you barely remember why he called you in here. one moment led to another, commenting about his makeup and asking you to blend it better―unbelievably foolish of him to think having you this close, in a private room, where your both already sweating due to the stage lights―was a smart move.
you get close to his face with a makeup brush, only getting a few strokes along his cheek in before his lips crash into yours, eyes widen and brush fallen to the floor with a loud thud―vil pushes you against his vanity and lifts you effortlessly ontop. hands respectively cup your ass to set you down comfortably before kissing you again.
it's not gentle, but it's not too rough either. somewhere in between, you couldn't quite put it into words. but you didn't need to, for vil's lips moved with yours as you wrap your arms instinctively around this neck.
with his hands on your waist, moments later he pulls away leaving you both breathless. staring into each other's eyes, you started to giggle.
you reach over to swipe your thumb against his lip, violet lipstick smudged.
"your makeup is ruined..." you pout playfully, cupping his cheeks as he readjusts his hold on you, a hand playing with the back of your hair. "hardly," he mused, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and smirked, "you, my dear, look far more disheveled~"
ROOK HUNT
it was taught a long time ago walks with rook were never expected, something always seemed to turn it around and make it special. it's rook, it's bound to have happened. he compliments you, praises you, pictures multiple different scenarios in his mind which lighting looks better―but will not lie to himself, you look beautiful in any lighting!
your both walking along the pomefiore's garden peacefully, quiet and cozy. You smile at the beautiful flowers that bloomed, rook replying with "you bloom just has beautifully, mon trésor~" leaving you a flustered mess.
as the walk went on, you left watched―turning your head slightly from one of the bushes you are met with rooks eyes staring down yours. as if he's searching for something, was there something on your face?
"rook...why are you staring at me like that?"
the vice-housewarden simply chuckles, stepping past you to pick a rose from the garden, despite you nervous about the fact he picked a fresh flower from the pomefiore garden, your thoughts were flushed away when he suddenly pushed back your hair and gently placed the rose stem behind your hair. moving your hair back into place, he traces a gloved hand along your cheekbones and stares you in the eyes once more.
"there...comme c'est beau~ i was right ... the rose definitely matches your eyes~" he whispered against your skin, hands to your skin and his chest close to yours. if the garden wasn't empty, you would have definitely melted into a mushy puddle right then and there, but his touch held you together―like glue on middle schoolers art project.
before you could respond, his lips ghost against yours, "forgive me," he mummers, ",but i simply must appreciate a discovery this beautiful~ to its fullest."
your brain barely had time to process that sentence before his lips finally met yours. his gloved hand lingers at your jaw, lips soft against yours. it was rough, but warm and deliberate. your eyes shot open, a surprised squeak muffled against his lips as he pulled away moments later, panting softly as his lashes flutter back up at you. "your reaction," he said quietly, almost pleased with himself. "it's just how i imagined in my head, over and over~"
you blushed, "rook! you can't just―" he kissed you again, quicker and more playful this time. "you wish to argue?" he teases, getting closer to your face again, "mon trésor, do you wish i test my theory a second time?"
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
don't get me wrong, leona likes to hear the sound of your voice. he'd make it his alarm clock if he knew how to do that sort of thing―but that's not the point. the point is...it becomes too much. again, he doesn't hate it .. he just can't focus on your voice when he's trying to take a nap.
underclassmen? annoyed the hell out of him. ruggie? got his lunch order wrong due to being distracted by kalim or one of the freshmen who was also part of the conversation...for some reason. and you? no where to be seen for the whole day, causing him to be in a pissy mood.
he wanted to see you, but couldn't find you. so you know how he'll get...that's right... irritated. just at the fact your not there to be his pillow.
could he have just called you via phone or text? oh, trust me, he did. alas, your phone was on silent since this morning due to studying and sleeping during the night...which leads him to now.
your sitting on his stomach in the humbleness of his own dorm, sunlight peeking through the open spaces and the sheets messy and scrunched under the beastmen. at first, it was quiet. leona already half asleep, would be fully if it wasn't for you and suddenly starting up a conversation.
eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, your smile lines on display for him to adore as you ramble about sevens know what anymore. first it was a movie, then said actor is the movie...then school studies and now you're on about some new dish the mostro lounge announced a few days ago you wanted to check out with him.
"that sounds yummy, huh leona?"
"hm, oh yah..."
you glare at him, pouting to yourself. you just said it came with a side of vegetables...and he agreed? yah, he was barely paying attention.
you simply sigh, unaware of the flick of the princes' tail as you continued talking...and talking...and even more talking.
not even five minutes have gone by and something inside leona snapped.
he snatched your wrist, your eyes dart down with an arched brow. before you could question, leona's lips smash into yours. gently, cutting you off mid-sentence. your eyes widen, cheeks go pink and your body starts to heat up. the kiss wasn't long, just long enough to get your brain buffering so when he pulls back...your speechless.
fills his ego, look what you've done.
"you talk too much..." he states lazily, and honestly...you weren't even in the right mindset anymore to get angry. "kept going on about the same gross meal over and over again...started to actually taste it." oh...so he was listening...
he grins, arm reaching out to wrap around your hips and push you closer to him, "but hey...keep talking though," he rests his forehead against yours, "gives me another reason to shut you up again~"
LILIA VANROUGE
now, who doesn't like a good game of tag~ especially with your favorite fae of them all, lilia vanrouge! it starts with you being in a playful mood, poking at him, ticking his sides and running away quickly after, tugging at his hair tuggs while he's distracted―but we all know he was aware of your antics. this is post-general vanrouge we're talking about, you can't surprise him the way you want to.
which brings you to the present, sneaking down the halls of the diasomnia dorm, anticipating lilias footsteps running behind you at any moment. you look left and right, taking another step forward.
a pause...another step. until you walk normally down the hall, you only make it a few steps before a sudden weight drops itself on your back. you scrambled to forward, a shriek leaving your lungs as you whip around to find lilia staring at you upside down, a happy smile on his face as he laughs.
"fufu~ found you~" he mused, poking your nose as your eyes squint. "you're it! khee he he~"
"you cheated!" you accused the bat immediately, no hesitation.
lilia gasps dramatically, turning right side up as his heels click against the floors.
"me? a cheater?" he placed a hand over his chest, "my dear, i'm wounded!"
you crossed the arms, a small pout on your lips as you retort, "don't you pull that trick on me, you used magic to teleport behind me and find me easily! Also, you're flying!!"
"that is merely a creative strategy, my love~"
"don't baby name me, mister! you and i had a mutual agreement, no magic allowed, it would be a disadvantage for me!"
lilia leaned close, inches away from your face as you glared down at him. "you are quite adorable when your angry...like a little bat learning how to fly~ but never getting that far off the ground~ khee he he!"
your nose scrunched.
"i'm not―"
you didn't realize how close he was in your space, how could he possibly get closer? you blinked, arms still crossed but less tense as you arched a brow at him, "what are you planning?"
"hmm..." he hummed in thought, magenta eyes searching yours intensively, tilting his head as if studying you. you look very vulnerable, right now. Is what he would say if he was dumb enough to out right spoil the fun.
"don't you even try to puppy dog eyes me―"
you barely got your sentence through before lilia's lip met yours, tender and slow. pulling back with a sly smirk and a glimmer in his eyes, you blushed mad. you stared at him, not disgusted...but the audacity to attack you when your guard is down.
scandalous, even for a ex-general!! or...maybe it wasn't, when it comes to lilia.
"you looked so serious with your pouty lips, i thought you were about to combust. fufu~ safe to say, your right as rain, aren't you dear?"
your eyebrow twitched, "you―you can't just―"
mwah.
another kiss. quick. playful, this time.
"aha! there's that look again!" he teases, eyes dark with an evil, playful look when you hide your face in your hands, "your... impossible!" you groaned, voice muffled against your skin.
he merely chuckles at that, "and your reactions are quite entertaining...i might keep you like this for a while~" he kisses you again, fingers interlocking with yours as he dips you low while he levitates up.
you barely made to dinner that night.
end notes; these were gonna be shorter but i got carried away with lilia ahem
— Vil Schoenheit as the protagonist of a slasher movie. he never thought he’d end up in a movie like that, but knowing he would be the final boy at the end and it would be something completely new for his career cheered him up a little, and especially the fact of knowing you’d be there. however, you never thought it would be something incredibly attractive to see him with that expression on his face while holding a prop weapon, panting, as droplets of fake blood splatter across his flawless skin. after that, you try your best to erase that scene that was actually etched in your mind now because, of course, from that moment you know without a doubt it will have an impact on his fans.
SYNOPSIS: School life at NCR wasn’t the most forgiving especially if you’re not magically gifted, so how will the boys react to Yuu’s scars from this year?
CONTENT: Reader is Yuu, GN Reader, Mention of Scars, Mention of being shot with an arrow, Mention of your teacher beating you (again-)
Potionology class with Mr. Crewel was a scary experience to put it lightly. One mistake and he’ll whip you without hesitation! Just the thought is enough to make you shiver..
A well manicured hand grazing your shoulder is enough to make you jump and turn around
“My, it would seem a certain prefect is a little jumpy today.”
Vil smirks and draws his hand back
“Oh Vil it’s just you! I thought you were Mr. Crewel for a second.”
He laughs and crosses his arms
“I just wanted to ask if you like to be my partner for the potionology project?”
“For real? Then I’d love to be your partner Vil!”
“Please my dear prefect, the honor truly is all mine.”
The pair of you work on the project, and actually make some solid progress! When the bell rings you and Vil go put up your lab gear together, but when you remove your lab coat a decently sized scar on your forearm catches his attention
“Prefect, did you engage in a magic battle with someone?”
You hang up your lab coat and raise an eyebrow at him
“That’s an odd question, but no I haven’t had a recent run in involving magic.”
“Then how did you receive such scars on your forearm?”
Looking down at your arm you realize what he’s referring to
“Right… that’s from when you overbloted and things got a little crazy, but that was forever ago now. Right?”
The unreadable look on his face says he doesn’t care if it happened ten years ago or yesterday. Point is he hurt you, scarred you and had no idea!
“How could I not recognize my own magic..? The blot had made it look so disgusting..”
“You really don’t have to beat yourself up over this Vil. Like I said all of that is in the past now.”
He holds your gaze, a fierce look in his eyes
“Please do not dismiss my past behaviors prefect! I hurt you and that is inexcusable, so please come by Pomefiore and let me treat you to a spa day sometime soon.”
You let out a sigh and tilt your head slightly
“Who am I to deny an invitation from Vil Schoenheit?”
Rook Hunt
Maybe trying to take the day off from NRC craziness was a bad decision on your part because, while sitting under a tree with your eyes closed an arrow whizzes right over your head and into the tree trunk, causing you to startle awake
“Hahaha little trickster! You must be more aware of your surroundings. What if I had been Roi des Roses hm? He would have certainly gotten onto you for napping in public!”
Rook extends a graceful hand towards you, and you accept allowing him to help you up
“Well I would prefer Riddle over an arrow in my forehead any day.”
He simply chuckles in response
“It would seem sitting on the ground has dirtied your coat! Please, allow me to take it for you.”
Before you can respond he has already removed your jacket, now eyeing the scars on your forearm
“Those are from Roi du Poison.”
“You’re able to tell that just by looking?”
“Why of course! I’d recognize my beloved friend’s magic anywhere.”
Gently he takes your arm into his hands, observing it with his signature grin ever present
A moment passes as he now begins to drag you along
“Wait! Where are we going?”
He turns his head back towards you, continuing to walk
“Who else would tend to your scars if not me little trickster?”
Epel Felmier
Some sort of gym angel must’ve been looking down upon you because, Coach Vargas decided to let gym class out early today! Seeing as you now have some extra time you make your way over to where the spelldrive team practices
As you approach the field you spot Epel off to the side taking a sip of water
“Hey Epel! How’s practice going?”
He turns around to face you with a raised eyebrow
“Prefect, ain’t you supposed to be in class?”
Taking a seat next to him you sigh
“Well coach was feeling generous today and let us go early!”
He only nods as he drinks another swig of water
“Leona out here working you guys hard?”
“Like sled dogs in the middle of a race, but I prefer this over him taking it easy on us.”
You unwrap the towel that has been laying over your shoulders and hand it towards him
“Take it, looks like you need it more than me right now.”
Reaching for your towel he stops midway and pulls your arm closer
“What in tarnation happened to your arm!?”
“Just clam down it’s okay! I got it from when Vil overbloted!”
As his name leaves your mouth Epel’s eyes narrow
“He did this to you?”
“Technically speaking… yes, but that was months ago now!”
“It could’ve been four score and seven years ago but that still don’t make it right!”
“I tell you that Vil is gonna get it from me!”
You tug on the sleeve of his uniform
“Come on, please don’t start a fight with him?”
He huffs and looks away from you
“Fine, but if something like this happens again come to me! I’m strong enough to protect you.”
~
AN: Only one more part in the series left! If anyone would like to see Ignihyde please let me know !! As always thank you to everyone who is requesting and to everyone reading ^^
Though Yuu is magicless in the traditional sense of the word in Twisted Wonderland, what if Yuu just had a different kind of magic?
I present my idea of a Yuu who practices witchcraft ♡ just some thoughts I spit out, full fics on this concept x characters separately will be coming soon (starting with Diasomnia and Pomefiore.)
At first, no one would understand you at all. When you're handing them a halved orange with cloves planted all around the inside of it, they're looking at you like you're insane for thinking this would in any way "protect them."
But then, as many who become close to a witch will find, they'll quickly notice that their lives will suddenly start...drastically improving? Blessings in their daily lives, more luck than they've ever had before, they'll begin to feel their energy become lighter and they become much happier a lot of the time (especially when around you.)
The things you do may seem strange, but they work. Even down to the food you cook for them have some sort of real powers to heal or boost them up. And without a doubt, this goes beyond just being a "good cook." You genuinely have even managed to help Ace pass tests he hasn't bothered to study for after eating one of your "stews for success." Like, are you kidding me? How did you manage to turn rosemary and bay leaves into the key for not failing his classes? He definitely mocked you at first, but now you are officially his hero.
Deuce eventually got into it, and then some of the other first years caught wind. Now you're sitting there before every test feeding Ace, Deuce, Grim and Epel your soups to give them a guaranteed high score.
Sometimes people will gather to see how you cook and what you do to make it so special, intrigued by the words you speak into the food or how the way and direction in which you stir it has an impact.
And In my humble opinion, Pomefiore and Diasomnia members would especially be able to appreciate your version of magic.
Pomefiore is known for excelling in potionology, and I can imagine that someone who practices witchcraft would also do really well in this class. The members of Pomefiore would be amazed by you, because the things you create and put together are things maybe they haven't even thought of before. Using your knowledge on the magical properties in plants and crystals, maybe even using the moon or the sun to charge up your potions for added bonus effects. Its not quite as flashy, but they're intrigued none the less.
The only thing I could see being a struggle is how many things from your world do you still have here? In terms of plant species and etc. I can imagine you can learn the properties of the unfamiliar and new species in this world, but it may be frustrating. I'll elaborate on these thoughts more later.
But for now, onto Diasomnia. The dorm known for their exceptional magical abilities, with Malleus Draconia himself as housewarden. I think that they will appreciate your version of magic and even go as far as to brag to others about it. Hear me out.
Sebek is the character who does unfortunately doubt you at first, but once you sprinkle some of your magic in his day as he comes to slowly enjoy your presence, he will NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT YOU and yes, he starts bragging to everyone. If someone brings up the fact that you're magicless around him? They're gonna have serious regrets as he pushes them into a long lecture on what you're actually capable of.
And Malleus is both amused and genuinely touched by your use of magic towards him. He's already so powerful, no one else would dare to gift him the things that you do in order to "bless" him or protect him. You give him an oil you made filled with plant extracts and some obsidian chips in the bottom of the glass? He's treasuring it forever, wearing it everyday, and you will be having to make him many more. Like Sebek, smugly comes to your defense whenever someone tries to say youre magicless. Clearly they haven't met his child of man, who worked and studied harder than any of them for their magical abilities. (In his opinion.)
There's so much more I can say on this, I think that so many different characters would be curious on your version of witchcraft since it is so different from the witchcraft of their world. But I shall save more thoughts for the actual fics coming soon ♡ THANK YOU FOR READING sorry I haven't posted a ton recently, I've been so busy! But I'm about to be on a kinda lengthy break in like 2 weeks so 😭 you'll be seeing a wholeeeee lot of me soon. I'm gonna write so much twst content the next few months, you won't escape me. Beware.
Dividers by priestboy
Do not steal or use my work for ai purposes. I will eat you.
This is such an unoriginal idea, but I really like the concept of Yuu not speaking the common language in Twisted Wonderland.
Word count: 2k+
Warnings: Gender neutral reader, bad writing, shit fic. 2nd person pov
Pairing: Various characters x reader
Sorry I've been gone...
It was something you should have expected, really. Getting transported to a whole new world filled with magic and new species is something entirely on its own. So why would you expect to be able to speak their language? Or for them to speak your own?
In all fairness, no one expects to be able to understand a floating cat that has the ability to breathe fire. You could only stare up at the small monster as he looks down at you. Nothing but blank stares and foreign words being shared between the two of you. You had later learned that his name was Grim. Or something like that. It had taken a while before he finally understood that you weren’t from the island or anywhere in Twisted Wonderland really. As if not having magic was hard enough, you also couldn’t speak with anyone either…
Heartslaybul:
It had been a few weeks since you joined NRC that Ace learned to understand you…or to the best of his abilities. Everyone knows he’s not the brightest but they couldn’t help but respect him for his determination. Perhaps it’s because you two spend a lot of time together or because he’s known you the longest but he’s really the only one who understands you.
“Uhh…Ace?” Cater laughs nervously as you throw a few nonsensical terms at him in a tone he understands to be enthusiastic. He looks over his shoulder at the 1st year who’s helping Trey in the kitchen, a desperate look in his eyes as he silently pleads for help. “What are they saying?”
Both Ace and Trey look up in unison.Trey only gives a small laugh before he goes back to icing the freshly baked cupcakes for the tea party later. Ace sighs and dusts off his hands before walking over to the pair. “Hey,” he stops in front of you with crossed arms. “What’s going on?”
You look up at Ace for a few seconds, almost as if you’re processing what he said. Then suddenly, in a flurry of words and some hand motions, you spoke animatedly about whatever it was. There were a few words in the common language thrown in there, some Ace had taught you in order to help you out a bit, that Cater and Trey half understood given your accent. Ace nodded along the whole time, giving a few “uh huhs” and “yeahs” whenever you paused. It felt like a whole ten minutes before you stopped and stared at Ace, nothing but hope in your eyes as he thought long and hard about what you said.
It took a while before he turned to Cater with a serious yet casual look on his face, “they want to film a video with you. Something about the latest trend going around about a dance?”
Cater stared at Ace in shock. “How did you…,” he looked between Ace and you for a bit before standing up straighter. Slowly, he smiled and held up his phone. “Doesn’t matter! Come on, let’s go through the trends to see which one you want.”
You nodded along with a smile on your face before following him. Ace sighed as he watched you leave, knowing you had no idea what Cater just said but you’re just happy to be included. He turns and walks back to the counter next to Trey. Silently, he continues to cut the strawberries he was working on earlier as he thought about how to help you. Trey looked at him with a knowing smirk but decided not to say anything, he’ll tell Riddle later how much Ace has grown since the first day.
Savanaclaw:
You rushed down the crowded hallway and against the flow of traffic, occasionally bumping into other students as they tried to head to lunch. Most of them walked out of your path when they saw the anxious look on your face. All but one.
“Hey,” Leona suddenly appeared out of nowhere. You practically jumped when he grabbed your shoulders and stopped you in the middle of the hallway. More students walked around and a few of them stared but he didn’t care, not when the foreign 1st year he came to tolerate looked panicked. “What’s wrong?”
As if you understood you started talking at a hundred words per minute in a frantic tone. You looked over his shoulder as if looking for someone before turning back to him and spoke even faster. He could only stare at you with a pinched expression as he caught some familiar words but most sounded otherworldly. “Slow down,” he growled, which caused you to stop. “What or who are you looking for?”
You stayed silent for a bit before taking a small step back. He watched with a raised eyebrow before pausing when he saw you motion with your hands. As if you were playing a game of charades, you raised your hands to mimic a pair of animal ears and a tail. He watched with increasing amusement as you made a claw motion with your hands before smirking, “Jack? Is that who you’re looking for?”
You nodded as soon as you heard the familiar name. A wave of relief washed over you now that someone somewhat understood you. Leona chuckled quietly before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Come on,” he led you down the hallway, “I’ll lead you to him.”
Octavinelle:
“Floyd! Where-what are they doing?” Azul sighed as he walked out of his office and stopped next to Jade. The pair watched as Floyd and you stared at each other in silence. No words were said except for the occasional change in the two of your guys' expressions as if a joke was said, which only caused customers to run away.
“I believe they’re talking,” Jade said in amusement. A slow smirk coming to his lips brought a hand up to cover his laugh. “They’ve been like this for half an hour now, ever since the Prefect came in.”
Azul sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He took a slow deep breath before walking over and interrupting the moment. “Floyd,” he spoke through gritted teeth as he looked from you to the twin. “What’s going on?”
Floyd snapped out of his trance and turned to Azul. A toothy smile graced his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Huh? Oh, shrimpy and I were talking.”
“Were you,” Azul sighed as heard Jade laughing in the background. He glanced at you and saw the clueless expression you always seem to wear when other people were talking. “Of course you two understand each other," he muttered before deciding to walk away from the situation all together.
The two of you watched Azul walk away before looking back at each other. Once again, no words were said but there was a complete understanding between the two of you.
Scarabia:
A rich aroma filled the kitchen as the sun began to set in Scarabia. You watched with your chin on your arms as Jamil cooked dinner. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you and a relaxing atmosphere that he wasn’t quite used to. You stared in awe as he stirred the pot of soup before opening your mouth to speak. Without looking away, Jamil spoke before you could, “yes. You can have some of the vegetables.”
A smile immediately graced your face before you sat up and reached over to the cutting board full of vegetables. The silence continued except for the occasional sound of the stove fire cracking and your chewing. You sat there in bliss, thankful that someone finally understood you without much difficulty.
It had been like that between Jamil and you for a while. A relationship that bloomed through food over the course of a few weeks. When everyone else tried to avoid you or simply ignored you, he stood there and gave you your favorite meal even though you had never told him.
Jamil watched as you ate happily. He looked back down at the soup in the pot as he continued to stir the liquid. He knew you enjoyed these moments and the other times he gave you food. He knew you enjoyed the fact that he seemed to understand you. He just didn't have the heart to tell you it was due to trial and error by giving you new foods…
Pomefiore:
You were in twisted wonderland for only two weeks, three days, and seven hours before Rook had somehow learned your entire language. Well, language through actions and the occasional phrases you would let out when trying to speak to someone.
He was intrigued the moment he first saw you at the ceremony and heard the foreign dialect on your tongue. He listened intently to every syllable and to the tone of everything you said. It was then that he declared you would be his next project.
So, over the course of those two weeks he watched. He watched from across the hall, the cafeteria, and even in trees when you didn’t know he was looking. He took down notes and memorized the common terms you used and the context you used them in. It was difficult but when Rook is determined he gets things done. It took countless hours before he felt confident in speaking to you directly. So he did.
It felt like a random day when you were walking down the hallway and accidentally bumped into him. You turned and saw the random student and spoke up politely in your own language, “sorry.” You gave a small smile in hopes he understood your intentions before going to turn around.
“It’s okay,” Rook spoke up in a flawless accent. He smiled when he saw you turn around in shock before continuing. “It was my fault. I didn't mean to-ah!”
Suddenly, you let out a yell that caused the whole hallway to stop and stare. You grabbed Rook’s hands and started jumping as you spoke enthusiastically, not caring for the stares from your classmates or even Ace and Deuce who watched in shock at the sudden outburst. “You understand me!” You beamed while jumping even more, “I can’t believe it! This is amazing!”
To everyone else you looked crazy as you spoke loud in the unfamiliar language. They watched in shock as you smiled brightly and jumped while holding onto Pomefiore’s weird vice housewarden. Even Ace and Deuce stood in shock because they’ve never seen you like this before. But to Rook? He smiled happily at your excitement and laughed as he gripped your hands just as tightly. “That’s right!” He laughed before speaking with you, much to everyone’s surprise. Yeah, he quickly became your favorite..and translator.
Ignihyde:
“Hold on…,” Idia murmured as he messed with the small box in his hands. He had spent hours trying to build a translator for you. Thanks to Ortho’s help and recordings, he thinks he has it. “There,” he handed the box to you. “Try it.”
You stared cluelessly at what seemed to be a small speaker before taking it from him. Flipping it over in your hands, you looked from the box to him, before speaking to him. A short sentence came out of the box, much to Idia’s surprise before it glitched out and went silent again.
He groaned loudly and snatched the box from you before grabbing the screwdriver. You watched as muttered quietly in frustration while pulling out wires. Slowly, you moved to sit next to him on his bed and looked over his shoulder to watch him work. He froze as he felt how close you were, a small shade of pink gracing the tips of his hair as he laughed nervously.
“What are you…,” he looked at you as he spoke hesitantly before sighing at the look in your eyes. He sighed before going back to fixing the translator as he murmured quietly. “Why do I bother? There's not a thought behind those eyes…”
There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as he worked. You watched as he worked with a pinched expression before resting your head on his shoulder. He tensed slightly before sighing and grabbing his tablet to fix the coding. Despite the language barrier, Idia had come to like you. Perhaps it’s because he doesn’t feel judged by you or because you seem comfortable around him but he came to consider you his best friend. He sighed as he set the tablet aside before glancing at you, “I guess we’ll try again tomorrow…”
Diasomnia:
It wasn’t the most orthodox method but it did work. The first time Silver went into your dreams it was by complete mistake. He looked around at the neverending grass field before recognizing you on a top of the field. He was only going to stay a minute before he suddenly heard your voice and in a language he understood.
“Come here,” you spoke softly to a bunny that approached you. You cooed quietly as the small fluffball before recognizing Silver as he stood next to you. “Strange,” you murmured more to yourself than him, “I usually go through this dream alone.”
He stood there in shock as he heard your words. Usually he would stare at you in confusion whenever you spoke but here he can. Slowly, he sat down next to you and stared down at the bunny in your lap before he spoke up softly, “Sorry.”
He watched as your eyes widened before a small smile graced your face. You looked back at the bunny and spoke quietly, “well if this is the only actual conversation I can get…this dream won’t be so bad.”
You smiled at him before laying down in the grass. He watched for a few moments before laying down next to you. The two of you stared up at the sunny sky, a blissful dream truly. Silver thought silently to himself, if you were that happy to have a conversation then he’ll certainly go into your dreams more often.
an: repost of my old writings #4. IM FINALLY FREE FROM EXAMS😭💔💔 can’t wait to sleep through the whole holiday 😹✌🏽
Riddle Rosehearts
- Always "just happening" to walk you to class, because "you might forget the rules" (but really, he likes your company).
- Corrects your uniform if it's messy, adjusting your tie or straightening your collar without thinking.
- "You shouldn't skip your meal. Eat." He says this, as he slides a tart toward you during tea time, pretending it's not a big deal.
Ace Trappola
- Pretends he's only hanging out to "kill time" but always chooses the seat next to you. Every. single. time.
- Steals snacks for you from the cafeteria, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not sharing 'cause I like you or anything."
- If Riddle wouldn’t allow him to leave the dorm at night, he’d still sneak out as long as he gets to be with you in Ramshackle.
- Teases you a lot, but always jumps to defend you if someone else does. No one gets to tease you like that! Only he can.
Deuce Spade
- Always offers to walk you back to Ramshackle Dorm. "It's not safe, especially at night." (He uses that excuse almost everytime)
- Invites you to study together in library. (Another excuse to spend time with you) But Ace always joins in and smirks knowingly at Deuce.
- No matter how much he tries to resist his tough delinquent persona, he can’t hold himself back when he sees upperclassmen mistreating you. He genuinely hates seeing your sad face.
- Especially the way you fuss over him and his bruises after fight, makes it all worth it for him.
- Brings you small, random things you mentioned wanting days ago.
- Fumbles his words when you thank him, muttering, "It's nothing, really."
Trey Clover
- Makes sure your favorite dessert "just happens" to be at the kitchen when he's baking.
- Casually offers to help you carry heavy books and any heavy item. "Ah, no trouble at all, Y/N."
- Always pulls out a chair for you without realizing it's an old-fashioned gentleman move.
- Ruffles your hair while praising you with a soft smile.
Cater Diamond
- Sends you photos/posts of things that "reminded him of you" with casual captions.
- Always asks if you've eaten, and if not, he’s up to go to the cafe with you! Don’t worry your pretty little head, it’s his treat!
- Offers to take group selfies but adjusts the angle so you look best.
Leona Kingscholar
- Acts like he's just napping nearby, but moves so you have shade if it's sunny.
- Throws you an apple or snack with a lazy, "You looked hungry."
- Claims that "he doesn't give a shit" about your rambling, but his twitching ears give him away.
- Lets you sit in "his" spot without complaint, claiming he doesn't care.
Jack Howl
- Without saying anything, moves heavy obstacles out of your way.
- Offers you help out of genuine kindness because he enjoys seeing your smile.
- Always positions himself on the side closer to traffic or danger when walking with you.
- Brings you water if you're sweating after PE. "Hydrate."
Ruggie Bucchi
- Brings you leftovers from the kitchen. "They were gonna throw it out anyway, so why not?"
- Always checks if you're carrying too much, taking bags before you can refuse.
- Shares little gossip tidbits to make you laugh.
- Also tickles you when you're distracted just to see the blush on your face and smile.
Azul Ashengrotto
- "Accidentally" waives small fees for you at the Mostro Lounge.
- Always greets you by name when you walk in, even if he’s busy.
- Leaves a reserved table open for you without admitting it's intentional.
- He keeps a stash of your preferred tea or drink in the Mostro Lounge, "customer service," he says, but it's not on the menu.
- If you're cold, he offers his coat with a business-like air, but can't hide the small smile when you take it.
- Always remembers your schedule and "happens" to appear when you're walking alone.
Jade Leech
- Brings you rare tea blends "you might like" under the guise of customer service.
- Adjusts your cup placement so it's exactly within reach.
- Watches over you subtly, stepping in only when someone makes you uncomfortable.
- He brings you interesting little trinkets from his mushroom foraging trips, explaining each one with quiet enthusiasm.
- If he sees you working late, he appears with tea, claiming he brewed too much for himself.
- Always walks on the outside of the sidewalk, guiding you subtly without a word.
Floyd Leech
- Floyd's casual thing is "bumping into you" more often than should be possible, then dragging you along on whatever he's doing.
- Always calls you by a special nickname nobody else gets.
- Randomly hands you things. "It's shiny, it made me think of you."
- Drops by "just to see your face" but acts like it's on a whim.
- If someone's bothering you, Floyd "coincidentally" shows up and scares them off without mentioning it to you.
Kalim Al-Asim
- Kalim will bring you souvenirs from every little outing he takes, from colorful scarves to unusual sweets.
- If you so much as look at a food stall, he's buying something for you before you can protest.
- Waves to you first in a crowd, smiling like he just found the biggest treasure.
- Whenever he sees any item that resembles your eye color, he automatically smiles.
- Invites you to every group outing with infectious enthusiasm.
- Gives you gifts for no reason. "Saw this and thought you'd like it!"
Jamil Viper
- Jamil cooks "too much" and offers you a portion, but you know he made extra for you.
- Packs extra food "in case you didn't get lunch."
- Remembers your preferences without needing reminders.
- Subtly shields you from overly pushy people in a crowd.
- If you're busy, he'll quietly take care of small things for you, tidying your desk, refilling your water, without drawing attention to it.
- Walks you home after dark without making it a big deal, just matching your pace and talking casually.
Vil Schoenheit
- Vil will correct your posture or brush lint off your clothes without asking, muttering about “presentability."
- He sometimes "tests" new products on you, but chooses shades that make you look incredible.
- Keeps an eye on your health, subtly adjusting your diet or handing you vitamins like it's a casual conversation.
- Casually critiques your clothing style or posture, but for your own good.
- Pulls you out of bad lighting in photos so you look your best.
Epel Felmier
- Saves you a seat in class before anyone else can take it.
- Offers you apples and apple juice from his hometown, and explains to you how they're made.
- Brags to others about your skills when you're not around.
- He'll stand up for you if someone's rude, no hesitation, even if it's an upperclassman. (this boy does NOT play when it comes to you)
- Walks beside you without talking sometimes, simply feels comfortable in your presence.
Rook Hunt
- Leaves little notes or flowers at your door "from nature's bounty."
- Always greets you warmly, even from far away.
- Hovers close enough to step in if you need help, without being obvious.
- He'll spot you from across campus and wave like you're the only one there.
- Brings you flowers "he happened upon" that somehow perfectly match your outfit that day.
Idia Shroud
- Sends you game items or rare loot "because he had extras."
- Leaves you links to shows or music he thinks you'd like.
- Stays up late to help you finish homework over chat.
- If you're playing a game together, he gives you all the rare items without making a fuss.
- Notices when you're tired and messages you reminders to rest. "Not that I care, but, y'know... don't pass out or something."
Malleus Draconia
- Malleus shows up during your evening walks, claiming he enjoys the weather. He always matches your pace perfectly.
- Visits often under the pretense of "checking on the gargoyles."
- Listens to you intently, remembering every word that is falling from your lips.
- Talks about you a lot to his family members without even realising it. Sebek is stunned beyond the words, Silver is silent while Lilia is mischievously grinning.
- Brings you rare flowers from Briar Valley “because they reminded me of you."
- Casts subtle protective spells on you without telling you, just in case.
Silver
- Silver will give you his seat without a thought if the room is full.
- Wakes you up if you fall asleep somewhere uncomfortable.
- Offers to walk you home in the most matter-of-fact way.
- Brings you herbal tea "because it's good for you."
- During your walks together, he always makes sure to match your pace and be prepared to protect you.
- If you fall asleep, he'll quietly adjust your position so you're comfortable and stand guard until you wake.
Sebek Zigvolt
- Offers to carry heavy things "so you don't strain yourself."
- If it's raining, he walks close enough to shield you with his umbrella without saying it outright.
- Constantly lectures you about safety, but only because he's genuinely worried. “You humans are so reckless!“
- Always positions himself between you and anything he sees as a threat.
- Checks in on your studies and offers to help you practice topics that you struggle in.
Lilia Vanrouge
- Randomly drops by with food. "You looked like you needed feeding." (You accepted it with a polite smile and secretly threw it away.)
- Always remembers to check on you if you've been too quiet.
- Constantly gives you gentle advices about life and emotions.
- He teases you playfully but steps in seriously if someone's giving you trouble.
- Walks you to your dorm while telling stories from his past to keep you entertained.
── ⋆⋅☆ CONTEXT - Everyone is SO TIRED of you two dancing around your feelings for each other. What's the best course of action? Locking you two in a closet together, of course. IDIA IN THIS POST!!
HEARTSLABYUL
SAVANACLAW
OCTAVINELLE
SCARABIA
DIASOMNIA
── ⋆⋅☆ VIL SCHOENHEIT
Everyone already knew you and Vil had feelings for each other. Everyone. Literally everyone.
Except, apparently, Vil and you, who insist on doing this slow, elegant, denying-everything routine.
And Rook? Rook has had ENOUGH.
So of course, he does what any self-respecting hunter of romance would do. He shoves you and Vil into a closet, snaps the door shut, and loudly declares,
“May l’amour bloom in the darkness!!!” ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ before sprinting away like the dramatic menace he is.
Vil is mortified. Visibly offended. Hands on his hips, posture perfect even in a broom closet.
“Oh for the love of the Seven… really? A closet?” Yes, Vil, dear. A closet. With your future lover.
At first, he’s trying very hard to maintain dignity. Sighing dramatically at the dust.
Doing that subtle hair-flip thing because he refuses to let poor lighting ruin his mood.
But the second his eyes flick over to you? Yeah. He softens. Just a little. Barely noticeable, unless you know him. And you do.
He starts talking, but it’s very “I’m trying to act normal and it’s failing.”
“This is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Rook has truly lost all sense.” (¬_¬") And then two seconds later, “…Are you comfortable? There’s not much space.”
Vil. Sweetheart. Pick a lane.
He’s trying so hard to be composed, but there’s that tiny tension in his jaw, that subtle inhale when your shoulder brushes his, all the little giveaways he hates having.
He’s definitely avoiding eye contact. Which is hilarious, because Vil never avoids eye contact.
If he doesn’t look at you, you can’t see the very obvious affection he’s trying (and failing) to hide.
Finally, after a very dramatic sigh, he just… gives up.
“Well. Since we’re trapped anyway, I may as well tell you.”
Vil Schoenheit. Just deciding he’s done with subtlety.
“I like you. There. I said it.” (ᴗ_ ᴗ)
Said so elegantly, so effortlessly, like he’s announcing his new film, but you can feel the weight behind it.
He steps closer, too, because Vil doesn’t half-commit to anything.
He lifts your chin with a perfectly manicured hand.
“If you feel the same, then… will you allow me?”
And he kisses you.
Perfectly. Soft, confident, enchanting, like he practiced it, but only in the sense that he wanted it to be worthy of you.
When he pulls back, he gives you that little, rare smile. The real one, not the camera one.
Then he throws an elegant tantrum about being trapped in a closet. Kiss him again to calm him, won't you?
── ⋆⋅☆ ROOK HUNT
Everyone is exhausted watching Rook flirt with all the flowery compliments, longing gazes, and absolutely zero actual progress.
So naturally, the solution is to drag him into the closet this time. For “balance.” For “justice.” For “please just kiss already.”
Someone (probably Vil) pushes the two of you inside and slams the door shut before you can protest.
Rook? THRILLED. YOU BETTER STOP HIM because hes about to get carried away. :/
Absolutely delighted. He gasps like he’s been gifted the world’s rarest treasure.
“Mon dieu! A clandestine rendezvous in the dark~! How très romantique!”
Sir. This is a janitor’s closet.
He immediately starts talking because Rook Hunt will never waste a perfect opportunity for dramatic flair.
You take one tiny step back and Rook follows like it’s a dance you’ve rehearsed.
“And now we are alone,” he says softly, “with no audience but our hearts~!” (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
You can practically hear the wink.
At first, he tries to behave. Hands behind his back. Posture immaculate. Smiling like he knows seventeen secrets about you (he probably does).
But then the silence settles. The kind where he can hear your breathing. The kind where he can see how your eyes shift toward him and away again. Are you scared?
And oh, he loves it.
He leans in just a touch, not enough to crowd you, but enough that you feel it.
Rook. Please.
You can tell he’s absolutely about to do something dramatic, and sure enough, he does.
He takes your hand, bows over it slightly, and in the softest, most focused tone you’ve ever heard from him, says, “I must confess, mon trésor!” (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)
Oh boy. Here we go.
“I adore you. Entirely. Ferociously. Joyfully.” Says it like a vow.
And before you can even gasp, he lifts your chin with one gloved finger and kisses you.
It’s gentle at first and then warmer, deeper, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment for ages.
When he pulls back, he’s smiling in that bright, knowing, smug-in-a-romantic-way way only Rook can pull off. Also freak-ish.
The door bursts open, and Rook just beams. Not embarrassed. Not shy. Just proud. “Rejoice!” he declares. “L’amour has triumphed!”
── ⋆⋅☆ EPEL FELMIER
Everyone has finally snapped.
Rook? He has reached his limit.
So he scoops Epel up like a disgruntled kitten, grabs you by the wrist, and shoves both of you into a closet with a dramatic, “May young love take flight!!” ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
Epel is pissed. He immediately starts banging on the door.
“ROOK!! LET ME OUT!! I swear to the—” Bro, you are five foot nothing. Stop acting like you can break the hinges.
He mutters something like, “I ain’t a baby, I can talk like a normal person,” while crossing his arms and pouting so hard it’s actually impressive.
But then… it gets quiet.
Just you and him. No Rook. No Vil. No one watching.
He kinda freezes.
Epel’s doing his absolute best to stay tough, but you can see the way his ears turn pink.
How he keeps glancing at you out of the corner of his eye and then looking away like, Nope, nope, nope, don’t you dare start blushin’ now. U're a man, Epel. ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ
He points at a mop. “That mop’s ugly.” Yes, cutie. Very relevant.
And then, out of nowhere, he blurts something that was definitely not what he meant to say.
“I like ya!”
Silence.
His whole body goes stiff like he just committed a crime. You can practically feel him mentally punching himself in the face.
He turns away, arms crossed, mumbling, “I didn’t mean t’ say it like that… I was gonna be cooler…”
But before you can reassure him, you step closer. And he goes stock still, like you touched him with a live wire.
He finally looks at you, really looks, and his expression softens in the cutest, most vulnerable way.
“…Can I-” He swallows. Voice dropping to this soft, shy little murmur. “Kiss ya?”
You nod before he gently, carefully cups your face in both hands and kisses you.
It’s sweet at first, and then you lean into him, and he relaxes, kissing you again with a little more confidence.
When the door finally swings open?
Rook is standing there smiling like a proud matchmaker.
── ⋆⋅☆ IGNIHYDE - SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN
── ⋆⋅☆ IDIA SHROUD
Idia invites you over to Ignihyde under the very normal, very expected excuse of “I, uh… need help testing a game patch.”
Which is already suspicious, because this man does NOT voluntarily socialize. Ever.
You show up anyway, and Ortho is practically vibrating with excitement the whole time.
Idia keeps shooing him away like, “Dude, stop acting weird, you’re gonna aggro them.” But Ortho is absolutely on a secret mission.
Idia pretends to be hyper-focused on his computer, but he keeps sneaking these tiny glances at you.
He insists he’s fine. He’s lying SO hard.
Then, oh no. Ortho appears with the most innocent smile known to man and goes, “Big Brother, could you and Y/N check the closet? I think something fell in there!”
Idia already looks like he wants to uninstall himself from reality. But he goes.
You both step inside… click. The door locks.
From the outside, Ortho cheerfully shouts, “I BELIEVE IN YOUR SOCIAL SKILLS, BIG BROTHER! GOOD LUCK!” ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
Idia dies in real time.
He presses his back to the door like a cornered cat, hair flaring bright pink. He’s trying so hard not to make eye contact.
But here’s the thing: he keeps inching closer when he thinks you’re not noticing. Like he’s fighting his own programming but STILL drifting toward you.
And you, saint, menace, angel of chaos, you make the first move.
You step into his space, gently take his face in your hands, and he just… freezes. Like full system crash. Silent. Wide-eyed. Hair so pink like it’s about to combust.
You kiss him, soft and intentional, and it takes him a full two seconds to reboot before he kisses you back, so shy.
When you pull back, he’s staring at you like you rewrote his entire source code.
He breathes out one stunned, whispers, “…holy final boss…” (⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝)
And then hides his face in your shoulder while his hair glows pink like a malfunctioning LED lamp. Hold him and tell him he's okay, please.
Meanwhile, Ortho outside is fist-pumping like he just cleared a raid on the first try.
