Trey is pragmatic, the ‘big brother’ type, yet under that calm lies a quiet fear of loss.
At first, he’d tell himself it was an accident. That he’ll find a way to fix it. He would stay outwardly composed, reassuring you that “It’s fine, don’t panic, I’ll find a way.”
But eventually Trey’s steady composure would crack in isolation. He’s someone who values stability, and knowing he single-handedly severed his beloved from their home would gnaw at him like guilt-ridden rot.
He’d cling tighter, baking treats, keeping you busy, anything to make this unnatural permanence feel normal. But beneath every smile is the knowledge: you didn’t choose to stay. He forced it.
Cater Diamond
Cater thrives on connection but fears being forgotten, abandoned, or left behind. Breaking the mirror would be half-impulse, half-desperation.
For a fleeting second, he’d smile: “Guess that’s one less thing to worry about, right?” trying to disguise possessiveness as lightheartedness.
But once the adrenaline fades, Cater’s insecurities bloom. He’d obsess over whether his beloved resents him for it. Would you secretly hate him? Would you leave him anyway, in other ways?
His desperation for validation would deepen. He’d flood you with attention, social facades slipping into cracks of paranoia. He broke the mirror because he couldn’t stand being left behind, but now he has to live with the silence of knowing you might never forgive him.
Leona Kingscholar
Leona is prideful, cynical, and simmering with unspoken yearning. Breaking the mirror would be intentional.
He’d justify it as “Why bother going back? Everything you need is right here.” To him, if something precious is within reach, he’ll keep it, no matter how selfish.
But the mirror’s shards would taunt him: proof that he had no faith in your choice to stay willingly. Deep down, he knows he trapped you.
Over time, Leona’s paranoia would grow corrosive. Every look, every sigh from you would become a test. Did you mean it when you smiled? Or are you dreaming of escape? His love becomes a cage, built of both possessiveness and fear of losing the one person who might have loved him freely.
Vil Schoenheit
Vil’s obsession with control, beauty, and perfection would manifest in a chilling way.
Breaking the mirror would be deliberate, disguised as care: “That world didn’t deserve you. You belong somewhere you’ll be truly seen.”
But in Vil’s mind, the destruction of the mirror is not a sin, but a necessity, like trimming away flaws. He’d recast your imprisonment as salvation.
His love would turn suffocating, framed as cultivation. He’d refine you, dress you, mold you. If you were stolen from him once, never again.
Yet every now and then, when your eyes linger too long on the horizon, Vil would feel a quiet terror: the shards of the mirror cutting into his conscience, whispering that perfection built on force is only ruin.
Rook Hunt
Rook would shatter the mirror with romantic fervor.
He’d frame it as a declaration: “Now, mon cœr, you are forever entwined with this world. With me.”
His devotion would be terrifyingly sincere. He’d adore you, paint your captivity as destiny, and make even the horror sound beautiful.
But beneath his poetic mask, he knows he committed a crime of selfishness. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’d watch you with vigilance. His love, half worship, half predator’s hunger, would never let you forget that the choice was stolen.
To Rook, its tragedy made divine: your bond sealed not by love alone, but by irreversible destruction.
Idia Shroud
Idia’s insecurity runs deep, but so does his desperation for control in a world where he feels powerless. Breaking the mirror would be labeled as an accident — even when deep down it was in fact a conscious choice, born of fear and obsession.
At first, he’d whisper rationalizations to himself, voice low but laced with intensity: “If she goes back, she’ll forget me. She’ll leave me. She’ll move on, just like everyone else. That’s not fair. Not when I finally got someone to choose me.”
When he smashes the mirror, it’s deliberate. His hands might shake, but his eyes would be bright, feverish — the kind of manic fire when his ego surges for seconds before dying down. In that moment, he’s not the stuttering recluse. He’s the one with the upper hand, the one rewriting the rules.
To his beloved, he’d frame it like an inevitability: “You were never gonna go back, right? Heh. I just… made sure of it. No big deal. Game over, bad ending for them — happy ending for us.” He’d speak with a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, masking terror with bravado.
Over time, though, the cracks would show. He’d oscillate, one moment smug, reveling in the fact that now you’d be his forever, and the next moment plagued by paranoia that you resent him. His mind would cast the situation as a save he can’t reload, a route he can’t undo. That would both thrill and terrify him.
His possessiveness would sharpen into something unyielding. He’d monitor you, rationalize surveillance as “just in case,” and dismiss your protests with a bite of sarcasm: “Oh, so now I’m the villain? Weren’t you crying the other day, telling me how the other world made you lonely? I’m not saying you should be thanking me–D-don’t look at me like that… J-just tell me you’ll stay.”
Idia breaking the mirror is the strike of someone who knows he can’t risk losing the only thing anchoring him. It’s calculated, selfish, and terrifyingly lucid. The act of someone who embraces his own hypocrisy because it’s the only way to keep what he wants.
Malleus Draconia
Malleus, centenarian, lonely and aching for companionship, would see breaking the mirror as a fateful act.
His reasoning would be solemn: “This world has denied me too much. I will not let it take you as well.”
Unlike others, he wouldn’t see it as theft, but justice. The mirror is merely another cruel gatekeeper between him and happiness.
Yet his beloved’s quiet sadness would wound him deeply. He loves fiercely, with possessive longing, but also with a child’s fragility. If you mourn your lost home, he would rage against the unfairness of fate, destroying himself with guilt even as he insists: “Stay. Please. I cannot be alone again.”
For Malleus, breaking the mirror would be the most selfish and most vulnerable act of his life, binding you to him in both love and tragedy.
Lilia Vanrouge
Lilia, mischievous yet wise, would break the mirror with a smile, even while the weight beneath would be devastating.
He’d joke lightly: “Oops. Looks like you’re stuck with me~” but the laughter hides a hollow ring.
Unlike most of them, Lilia knows exactly what he’s done and what it means. He’s lived centuries, he understands that ripping someone from their world is monstrous.
His charm would cover guilt, but it would eat at him in quiet moments. He’d become overly doting, almost suffocating in his attempts to keep his beloved happy, as if he could erase your loss with tenderness.
Yet he’d know, deep down, that time cannot erase the truth: he chained someone’s fate to his own. And time is all he has.
Chenya
Chenya, whimsical and chaotic, would shatter the mirror playfully. The consequences would only weigh in strange ways.
To him, it might feel like a game at first: “Well, no going back now! Ain’t that curious?” He thrives on madness, but beneath it lies awareness.
As the reality sinks in, his smile would twist, still playful, but more desperate. Chaos distracts from loneliness, yes. Now, he’s tied someone to that chaos forever, you won’t be lonely anymore.
He’d flit in and out, unpredictable, never letting you feel secure. Part of him would fear you’ll hate him, so he keeps everything off balance, as though confusion itself could keep you close.
For Chenya, the broken mirror isn’t tragedy or romance, it’s the whim of a mad boy. And his beloved is now bound to dance in it with him.
Rollo Flamme
Rollo, hypocritical and obsessive, would shatter the mirror with fire in his eyes.
To him, it would be holy: “That world was corrupt more so than this one. Here, you can at least be pure. I have saved you from its poison.”
You regret ever telling him about your world.
He’d recast the act as salvation, trapping you in his suffocating ideals. Every protest would be met with sermons: “In time, you will thank me. You will see the truth.”
But even as he cloaks it in righteousness, the truth is much more simple: he couldn’t bear to lose you. He destroyed your freedom to soothe his own obsession.
His love would be a pyre devouring, sanctimonious, and utterly inescapable. He would never see himself as cruel, but as savior. Which, in many ways, is the most terrifying form of imprisonment.
The halls of NRC, the dark warmth of Ramshackle Dorm, the chilly winters of Sage Island, the bright summer sands of the beaches off campus. He could kiss you anywhere, and everywhere.
But, dear Prefect, just how does he do it? That truly is the question, isn’t it?
or: the NRC boys (minus ortho, plus rollo and the known RSA boys as of 5/11/26) and how they kiss you
warnings: kissing, malleus always sounds weirdly sexual no matter how i write him but i think that’s just because that’s his vibe, implied 16+ scenarios (if you squint and spin your brain on your finger like a basketball i guess), religion mentions in rollo’s
Riddle Rosehearts
when riddle kisses you, it’s a little clumsy, like he’s not used to it
he never does grow out of that awkward moment right before the kiss
you bump noses everytime → you both try to move the same way and laugh when it just keeps happening
he melts into kisses every. single. time. his hands always find your face after he finds his rhythm
he tastes like strawberry tart and lemon teas
he can never kiss you without turning bright red → he stutters over every word when you pull away
he will never ask you, nor will he initiate ← you will know his desire by the hand on your knuckles and the way his eyes follow your mouth when you speak to him, but nothing more will be spoken
read his cues. he will be endlessly grateful
as your relationship progresses, he will become more comfortable with initiating contact, so just be patient with him!
he will always kiss you goodnight, even if you’re angry, even if he’s angry. he wants you to know he loves you even in anger.
Trey Clover
trey kisses you deliberately, half teasing half loving
this is never a quick endeavor → he holds you by the jaw and pulls you in deeply no matter what kind of kiss it is
goodbye kiss? it lasts at least ten seconds. same for any others
he wants you to know that he’s thought about it, that he’s not taking you lightly. his kisses reflect that thought process
he always tastes faintly of some kind of batter, but it’s always a little different every time he pulls you in
his hands find your waist and settle there with purpose as you kiss
if you put your hands in his hair he will marry you
take his hat off as you kiss him in front of his dorm room and you might just spend the night → he wants you to know him the way no one else does
Cater Diamond
cater kisses with the kind of avoidance that only comes from getting used to leaving
he’s never quite there when he kisses you casually → he pecks your lips or kisses your cheeks but he walks on eggshells over the idea of being that vulnerable
he claims any public space is a trashy space to make out in → he doesn’t wanna suck face in the hallways of NRC likes two horny side characters in a 2000s romcom
but… if you give him time, he’s worth the wait
he kisses with desperation, emotion you are rarely allowed to see
quick kisses are plastered on magicam like paint on roses but he won’t ever take a picture of the way you smile when he puts his palm on the back of your neck
the first time you kissed for real, he started to cry
kissing you is like air to him, he feels like he’s been choking for his whole life until he felt the way you melt into his lips and his arms
he feels understood when it’s just you and him, and he can’t help but get scared that he’ll have to leave once more
he tried to push you away, but the feeling of your lips on his threw those plans out the window
he tastes like spicy ramen and chips almost every time → sometimes he tastes like spearmint gum (like your first kiss; he was nervous, okay!) and you know he planned on kissing you the whole time
Ace Trappola
when ace kisses you in public, it’s peppered with a raspberry and a joke
he’s determined to make you laugh every time → you roll your eyes and wipe his spit off your cheek and he is so in love with you it’s not even funny anymore
your first kiss he accidentally smacked into you and bit his tongue → he won’t make that mistake again
in private, he’s softer and he kisses like he means it
his hands search for you and they don’t seem to stop → he just likes to know that you’re there and you love him
he tastes like cherry anything → tart, lollipops, even just the actual fruit; it’s addicting
he kisses you on the couch like a high school boyfriend and he finds you in hallways just to deliver one more in case you’ve forgotten how good he is at kissing
he says he’s a better kisser than you as a joke → he secretly thinks you’re better than he is
“prefect, did you eat egg salad or somethin’ at lunch?” ← he’s always just kidding, but he likes when you flush that pretty pink and hit him in the arm with a scowl
he lets you shut him up with kisses, and he always laughs in between the space where your lips meet. without fail.
Deuce Spade
deuce kisses you with tension in his shoulders and a stiffness in his lips → he’d never kissed anyone before you, and he’s scared to get it wrong
he’s the kind of guy to watch tutorials on youtube; he just wants to do it right for you!
his whole world was tilted the first time your lips met his, and he can never go back to the way it was before that moment of connection
he melts into every kiss but it always starts incredibly formal → he will never touch you any way that makes you uncomfortable
he asks every time
“is this okay, prefect?” with his hands cradling your face and his eyes hooded with barely restrained need → he’s always wanted you, and he will never get used to the fact that you’re really his
his hands always end up at the small of your back when the kiss gets deeper like a heat-seeking missile
Leona Kingscholar
when leona kisses you, it’s borderline lazy
he kisses you fully alert the way one would expect him to kiss you half asleep
but when he’s half asleep, his kisses are heavier and much slower
he wants every moment with you to last a lifetime, and he recalls each memory with the reverence of someone who doesn’t want them to wear out or turn to sand
his hands find your hips → he wants to stabilize you, to keep you safe and away from harm every time
he just can’t help the way his lips quirk up when his kisses steal your breath → yes he’s smug, but he’s allowed to be isn’t he?
“don’t strain yourself, herbivore” he loves to daze you and pretend nothing happened
your reddened face is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and he won’t deny it (although he doesn’t mention it either)
if he ever lost you, he’d be a wreck, and he knows it
Ruggie Bucchi
ruggie kisses are punctuated by a light nip and his trademark laugh
they’re meant to take you by surprise, and they always do
he kisses you like he’s starved and you’re a five course meal → you’re his, and he’s so used to owning nothing but the clothes on his back that he can’t help but hoard you away
when he kisses you seriously, you can always tell by the way his hands grab at your shoulders as if to keep you from pulling away
he likes to hear your breath hitch when he lands one, and he revels in the idea that he might be able to get that kind of reaction from you
his teeth find your bottom lip like muscle memory and he loves to laugh at the way you startle
his kisses are cut off by wide grins that pull his lips off his teeth; he just can’t stop smiling like a lunatic and it’s making it hard to lay one on him
Jack Howl
jack kisses you like it’s a challenge and he’s trying to improve every time he does it
his tail wags noticeably and he can’t help but get a little embarrassed
his hands always search for your chin to pull you in just a little more
his ears twitch when your breath hitches → he loves to hear the way you love him
he gets flustered if you deepen the kiss, but he pretends not to
he’s the kind of guy to kiss you every time you meet and every time you part
kiss him before his track meets “for good luck” ← he always ends up performing a little bit better
Azul Ashengrotto
azul still flushes bright blue each time you kiss him
if it were up to him, you would never stop kissing him, but alas, he has work to do
he likes to drop hints, subtle comments that might sound like initiation but really aren’t → he gets nervous, don’t be too harsh with him
his fingers shake when you kiss him, but they intertwine with your own and he feels better
if you put your hands on his waist or his face he just might cry
do NOT wear lipstick because he won’t wipe it off but he won’t let the tweels see it either (they always know when he’s been kissed somehow. maybe it’s that dopey grin on his face? couldn’t be.)
Jade Leech
jade kisses like you’re an experiment, or like a puzzle he’s piecing together
he finds it fascinating that he can earn any kind of reaction from you, and he likes the idea that he might be seeing a part of you that no one else has
he always tastes like mushrooms; it’s earthy and familiar
the first time you kissed him his composure fell completely, and he didn’t speak for at least forty seconds
he’s never physically initiated kissing, but he talks big
“prefect, it seems you tried to kiss me this morning, but you must’ve missed, for it was delivered to my cheek instead. would you like to try again?” ← jade i hate you
Floyd Leech
floyd kisses are fast and always different
he likes to keep things interesting, and to be honest, he was a little skeptical that he wouldn’t get bored of kissing
but holy shit
when he first kissed you it was like an explosion happened in his brain and now he can’t go two seconds without your lips on his
he likes to pick you up (just like the movies) but sometimes he squeezes too hard lol
“shrimpyyyyy!” ← he always punctuates his greetings with little pecks now
(not as cute, but he has a fondness for using his tongue and his teeth)
Kalim Al-Asim
kalim kisses with the kind of love that’s hard to explain
every kiss feels like you’ve been off at war for decades and he’s finally seen you again
the first time you kissed when he finally pulled away he started laughing and couldn’t say anything but the word “hi”
he loves to put his hands in your hair but his fingers always end up at that spot on your jaw right under your ears
his knees get a little shaky every time and he feels a jolt of electricity when your lips collide
he could do it again and again and again
it silences him immediately and he gets weirdly calm after
jamil thanks you lol
Jamil Viper
jamil kisses you like you’re dying, or he is, or perhaps both
he kisses you the way parting lovers do; pyramus and thisbe anyone?
“i suppose you’re right, prefect. we should be going soon.” ← he waits a beat and then kisses you again (you’re never getting where you need to go)
he’s in love with the way you taste
he feels like you’re taunting him everytime you talk to him and you don’t kiss him → what else would those lips before?
plealse don’t kiss him in front of kalim he might die
Vil Schoenheit
when vil kisses you, it is equal parts stylish and vulnerable
you are never at a bad angle when you two kiss; he tilts your head to the exact degree he needs you and he leans in
it’s almost picturesque, but this does not mean it’s not soft and sweet
his kisses are best in his room, alone → these are slow, like he has all the time in the world
his hands always curl at your waist and pull you in slightly, as if he needs to feel your skin on his at every moment
he hums contentedly every time → you never fail to make him deliriously happy
he loves to see his lipstick smudged on you (he wipes it off after, but he likes the image)
Rook Hunt
i think we all know rook’s preferences
rook kisses you with the devotion of a samurai or a man being sent off to battle
he could recite full sonnets about how it feels to kiss you, and if it were up to him he’d never stop
his hands hold you so delicately you’d think you were glass → he wants to treat you like the deity he finds you to be
he’s never felt something so perfect as your lips on his, and he never wants to let that go
try to peck him. try it. i dare you. he will pull you in with a “such a tease, mon cœur” and you will never hear the end of it
his lips ghost over your skin before you fall asleep and right before you wake up → he wants the first thing you know in the morning and the last thing you know at night to be that he loves you
Epel Felmier
epel kisses are a little clumsy, in the best way possible
he tastes like apples (cider, pie, with cinnamon, you name it) and he smells like faded perfumes and soil
his hands never quite know where to go but they always end up at your waist
there’s an enthusiasm in his kisses that is read in almost everything he does → he knows what he wants, and he’s eager to be the best at it
he pulls you in with a strength most people don’t realize he possesses; he’s a bit of a man-handler hehe
overall he’s eager to please and he’s obsessed with your lips more than anything
Idia Shroud
idia kisses are always a little awkward in the sweetest way
the first time you kissed your teeth bumped accidentally and he fell off his bed
he tries to catch you by surprise → it’s the only way he can do it that doesn’t feel cringey
he has maybe seen a few animes that show kissing and tried some tactics on you… but he will NEVER admit this
he finds himself chasing the high your lips give him more often than not, and that interest is what helps him get over his own anxiety
you will probably never get a kiss in public (this is scary) but in his room he’s much more confident about it
he’s the kind of guy to pull away after a bit and just start nervously laughing
pretends to die and throws himself onto his pillow all dramatic like if you giggle while he’s kissing you (he smiles if you start laughing harder though, he’s doing it all for your enjoyment)
he never stops getting flustered by you not even after months of kissing
one kiss? mmm…. another one…. but what if…. one more. mmm…. another one.
his hair turns pink all over and he can barely look at you uwaaaaaaa
(can you tell i love idia?)
Malleus Draconia
malleus kisses you both like he knows what he’s doing, and like he’s learning something new
he’s curious, he wants to know everything that could pull a reaction out of you, and he has no qualms about using his findings against you
his hands are so gentle when they’re on you → he couldn’t imagine being rough with you. ever.
he likes to steal your breath, he finds it amusing that he can leave you panting
he’s the kind of guy to pull away after the first kiss and just look at you a moment before chasing after your lips like a man starved
no feeling will ever compare to the way your lips feel
he lays in bed with you sometimes and thinks about family, about marriage, about waking up every morning to your kiss and he decides it’s worth it; even if human lives are so much shorter, he’d rather a burst of happiness then the slow stumbling walk of regret
Lilia Vanrouge
lilia kisses are bursts of energy that always catch you by surprise
you find yourself recreating the first spider-man movie very often (catch the ref, darlings)
his hands are on your spine → he likes to press you to him, he wants to feel your warmth tangle with his
lilia is legs tangled together and giggles between kisses and yet you’ve never felt this kind of devotion before
he’s willing to spend the rest of his fading life with you and i think that’s beautiful
kisses out in public are pecks and nose kisses intended to make you roll your eyes and laugh
kisses in private are intended to make you realize that there is a love in the universe that is greater than anything, and it is all for you and you alone
Silver Vanrouge
silver kisses are innocent and straightforward
he’s the kind of guy to chase after your lips when you pull away → don’t laugh, he just can’t stop
“prefect, may i kiss you again?” my my, how forward! what would lilia say? (nothing he would literally say nothing)
he dreams about you now, and if he wakes to find his bed empty he feels an ache he’s never really felt in his chest before; i guess you have to stay and monitor this with him, it could be a heart attack
he never does anything without your permission and he’s just the sweetest
sleepytimes boy i love you
Sebek Zigvolt
sebek kisses are ALWAYS clumsy and ALWAYS leave him flustered
every time he pulls away he’s ruddy-faced and straight spined → it’s silly please kiss him again
refuses to kiss in front of malleus i’m sorry
he bows and presses his lips to the back of your hand before using said hand to pull you towards him and leaning to press his lips now to your own
he’s a knight first and your lover second, but this really does have its perks
he’s never been anything but a gentleman to you when it comes to this
if you can handle his yelling, honestly? you can handle anything he throws at you dear reader
he’s grateful you can ❤️
Rollo Flamme
rollo kisses are chaste, but you can feel the restraint behind them each time
hands intertwined with yours and they never stray → he has self-control; he ought to use it
sometimes you catch him off guard and you can practically touch the desperation that leaks from him as he pressed his lips to yours
he’s never wanted anything as much as you and he doesn’t know how to feel about that
give him time, he’s worth it i promise
he likes your temples; this is really where he kisses most often
something something the most reverent place to kiss a lover something something temple of god something something
Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker (Che’nya)
che’nya kisses are unpredictable but sweet
he appears sometimes out of nowhere to plant one on your lips and then leave with a broad cheshire grin
he can’t get enough of it, and it really shows
“prefect, you’re purrfect” please get him outta my face
no but he does get serious with you sometimes → these are the best che’nya kisses
his fingers curl at the nape of your neck and he tastes like tarts almost every time
he smiles into kisses there is no stopping him
Rielle Corallia
rielle is obsessed with kissing
he searches for you like a heat-seeking missile and kisses you no matter where you are
every time it’s different and every time it’s the greatest thing in the world
he kisses like he’s memorizing the way you feel, like he’s letting his curiosity get the best of him
another one another one another one → you are never getting rid of him
he holds you by the hips, he likes the feeling of what makes you human
some days they find your wrists, feeling your pulse under the skin; he really likes that
Minajael Tealrajah
minajael’s kisses are confident and cool
he dips you sometimes (often) and he can’t help but smirk into the kiss
don’t be fooled though, he’s a huge loser for you
definitely another kiss chaser, he won’t let you go until he’s finished
you pull away to fast and The Eyebrow comes out woof i would kiss him again to make him feel better
he pouts if you don’t kiss him for the exact amount of time he wanted you to
he holds you by the chin and his other arm wraps around your waist to find the small of your back
Neige LeBlanche
neige kisses are sweet and slow
he always asks permission first, there is no exception
his hands grasp either side of your face like he’s holding glass and it’s glorious
he tastes like apples and cinnamon :)
he’s the kind of guy to thank you after you kiss him (don’t bring it up it was an accident !!)
he loves you and he loves to show you that all the time
it takes him five minutes just to say goodbye he’s too busy blissed out on kissing you
This is RSA&NBC’s part, Heartslabyul’s is linked here. The other characters/groups are linked there.
GN!Reader but they’re said to wear lipstick in some entries. CW: Risque stuff ahead. No sexual content nor graphic descriptions, but a bunch of kissing and innuendo (Obviously lol)
RSA+NBC:
Che’nya -
You’d snuck off during an Unbirthday party the moment you saw a toothy smile appear in the trees. Sure enough, a few turns away was the Cheshire catboy that you knew and loved. You’d practically thrown yourself into his arms, and he’d returned it tenfold with a kiss.
You’d assumed, of course, that it wouldn’t be an issue since it wasn’t a classroom event. However, you were wrong. Riddle had come up to you shortly afterward, screaming about indecency. You’d barely had time to pull away from the man you’d been kissing before Riddle collared you.
You turned around, attempting to find Che’nya. Instead, you just saw his smile, before even that disappeared from view. Silently, you cursed him, but you couldn’t help but giggle as you saw a pair of bunny ears appear behind Riddle’s head.
Neige Leblanche -
You were only meant to help Neige with adjusting his costume. They were running low on staff that day, and Vil had requested you come onto the shoot with him. But then, the zipper on the back of Neige’s costume had gotten stuck, and it wasn’t as if they had anyone else to assist.
You hadn’t really meant to kiss him, either. You’d just spied a beauty mark on his back and you’d acted on instinct, tracing your hand up his spine to it. He’d shivered and leaned back into you, and you’d kissed the mark. Then, Neige just seemed to react so positively that you didn’t stop. Every beauty mark you could see was kissed, before you moved onto his freckles and a line up the bumps of his spin.
You heard a slamming on the door, making you jump back. Without another moment to spare, you grabbed Neige and zipped his costume up. He opened the door quickly to reveal Vil standing before you, his arms crossed and a scowl on her beautiful face. Luckily enough for Neige, he was needed on set and could skip the lecture Vil gave you before he fixed your makeup and went back to work. Hopefully, the costume department wouldn’t notice anything amiss.
Rielle Corallia -
Rielle was visiting you at Ramshackle unannounced. You were certain that he was simply used to it being alright as the youngest prince of the Coral Sea, but it had still ticked you the wrong way. At first, at least. But he kept being so cheerful and helpful whenever he came over that you began allowing him to.
Rielle had been curious about your lipstick for a long time. One day, you agreed to let him watch you put it on. Upon dabbing the excess off, he asked if that was what you always did, as well as what the many other lipstick shades Vil had given you looked like. You, not wanting to waste so many tissues, had begun using Rielle’s face to remove the leftovers. Soon, he was covered in cartoonish lipstick marks.
A pounding rescinded throughout Ramshackle. You turned quickly, and there was Ace, glaring at you through the window next to the door. Rielle, ever the optimistic merman, quickly waved at him with a big, dopey grin on his face. You sighed, but couldn’t resist a smile. He really was the cutest…
Minajael Tealrajah -
Minajael and you had snuck away from the crowd of a royal ball. The golden light of the ballroom was dazzling, but it could be too much sometimes. The atmosphere of the still chilly garden was much better. Tucked away in a private spot, you could still hear the music playing. Minajael offered you his hand, and you took it, content to dance the night away with him.
Dancing soon turned to kissing, and kissing soon turned to more. His hands were on your hips, making you lose track of time. It was like the world was closing in around the two of you. The vines growing around you was the shelter Minajael needed from the crushing weight of nobility. He’d been forced to dance with some foreign princess early in the night, but even then, you were the only one on his mind.
You heard his guards closing in, but Minajael only smirked. Within an instant, you were lifted into his arms like a bride and carried as he ran further from the palace. The music of the ballroom faded into the chirping of crickets and gentle calls of owls in the night. You gasped, but Minajael only seemed entertained. You pecked his cheek again. He deserved it.
Rollo Flamme -
Rollo had come to visit you at Ramshackle. He hadn’t expected much, but the beat-up dorm somehow managed to go below even his small expectations. Who could live like this? Those wizards were truly despicable if they were making an angel like you live in this horrible place.
Rollo had to convince you otherwise when you defended that damned school. They didn’t deserve your kindness. None of them did, not the princes nor the peasants. It wasn’t fair that they got to see you everyday. You should be attending classes with him. You should be his. No one would ever love, no, worship you as Rollo could. There would never be another man once he’d had his way with you once.
Storm clouds slowly rolled in as Rollo’s lips trailed across your delicate collarbone. He smirked, nipping lightly at your skin. So what if that Fae prince was angry with him, jealous that someone else had you first? It was all the more proof that you were Rollo’s alone.
SUMMARY: In which the boys give you a Promise Ring, and vow that you'll be theirs's until marriage. Further sinking their love for you.
CHARACTERS: vil schoenheit, rook hunt, malleus draconia, rollo flamme
genres/tags/changes: establish relationship (obvi-obvi), the guys being romanticc, symbolism, gift giving, & religious undertones (rollo)
a/n: I've always loved the idea of promise rings, because it's so cute!! Like who doesn't love if their s/o promises marriage to them, like what?! 🥺 Also!! Thank you guys so much for the MASSIVE support on my latest ff, "cutest couple award goes to"!! I was NOT expecting 1,000+ notes?? omg?? you guys are INSANEE!! anyways, enjoy my writing!
— Vil Schoenheit
ㅤVil doesn't do anything really halfway, not even something small. When he decides to give you a promise ring it’s days after thoughtful planning- choosing the perfect design, the perfect time, and even the most perfect words!
ㅤHe invites you to the Pomefiore dorm balcony at exactly sunset, the sky swarming with gold and rose colors, beautifuly. Matching his carefully chosen color palette of his outfit. He arrives dressed gracefully, contrasting the tinge of softness in his expression, rare.
ㅤHe takes your hand, turning it so your palm faces the sky.
ㅤ“Before you ask: yes, I coordinated this moment. A promise of this importance deserves nothing less.”
ㅤThe ring he places in your hand is elegant, thin, tasteful, and made to suit you specifically. Not too flashy, not overwhelming. Just beautiful.
ㅤ“It isn’t a proposal,” he clarifies gently as he slides it onto your finger, “but it is a vow. My vow. To stand beside you even when the spotlight takes me away, even when life grows… tiresome. You see for who I am, not how the world paints me to be.”
ㅤHe laces his fingers with yours. “And for that- this is my promise.”
ㅤVil kisses your knuckles lightly, a very rare, unguarded smile gracing his lips. “Take care of it, and of yourself. You’re precious to me, love.”
— Rook Hunt
ㅤRook approaches the idea of a ‘promise ring’ like a poet who just discovered a new form of love. To him, promises are art- beautiful, dramatic, and intimate. The moment he decides to give you one, he becomes absolutely delighted with the entire concept.
ㅤHe invites you to a secluded spot in the woods, a place where moonlight filters through the leaves. When you arrive, he greets you with a brilliant smile, full of excitement and adoration.
ㅤ“Mon trésor! You grace the forest with your presence,” he says, his voice musical.
ㅤHe takes your hand and raises it to his lips before you can even respond. “I have hunted far and wide- not for prey, but for the perfect token of devotion.”
ㅤA ring pops into his hand, as though he performed some kind of magic trick to get it. The band is gold, delicately engraved with small graceful feathers. When the light hits the ring just right, it gleams like a sun ray.
ㅤ“This,” he declares, “is my promise to you.”
ㅤHe leans closer, his voice lowering into something more intimate.
ㅤ“I vow to see you- not with the eyes of a hunter, but with the eyes of a man who cherishes every detail of your being. Your light, your shadows, your strengths, your fragility… all of it is beautiful.”
ㅤHe slides the ring onto your finger with a soft smile on his face.
ㅤ“Wear it, mon cœur, and know this, wherever you wander, my admiration will follow. My loyalty, my passion, my regard- they are yours.”
ㅤRook then steps back, his hand clasped over his chest dramatically.
ㅤ“And to witness your reaction at this moment… truly, is the pinnacle of art.”
— Malleus Draconia
ㅤMalleus approaches the idea of ‘promise rings’ with a mix of seriousness and wonder. Traditionally, fae promises carry extraordinary weight- but he learns about the human custom of promise rings and decides it’s something he wants to share with you.
ㅤOne evening, during one of your usual late-night walks, he pauses beneath a tall tree, glowing from neighboring lanterns. Fireflies drift lazily around the spot, drawn in by the presence of his magic.
ㅤ“There is something I wish to give you,” he says, his voice low and warm.
ㅤA small velvet box appears in his hand, crafted by his own magic. Inside it, lies a ring made from obsidian and silver, carved with delicate runic patterns. A traditional ring from the Briar Valley. It glitters faintly, drawing you in.
ㅤ“In my homeland,” he explains, “a token like this symbolizes intent and connection. Humans call this a promise ring, yes? ‘A vow of devotion that can deepen the bond of two lovers’.”
ㅤHe takes your hand carefully, as if you’re something fragile and treasure.
ㅤ“I do not wish to rush you. I only wish to promise this: wherever your path leads, you will never walk it alone. Not while I am permitted to be by your side.”
ㅤAs he flips the ring onto your finger, a soft green light swirls around you both - almost like his magic responds to the sincerity of his words.
ㅤHe smiles, just a little.
ㅤ“A promise between us… is something I cherish.”
— Rollo Flamme
Rollo doesn’t give promises lightly.
ㅤHe treats the word ‘promise’ with the same gravity that he treats morality, duty, and devotion. So when he decides to give you a ring, it comes only after weeks, perhaps months, or inner struggle.
ㅤYou find him standing at the top of the bell tower at dusk, the stained glass around him glowing with amber and crimson light from outside. He’s clasping something in his hands, knuckles white, expression stern… but nervous.
ㅤ“I should warn you,” he begins, his voice soft and steady, “that what I’m about to offer is not a gesture made on impulse or sentiment alone.”
ㅤHe opens his hand. A ring in the middle of his palm, simple, silver, with a tiny engraving of a bell inside of the band.
ㅤHe takes a breath.
ㅤ“In my faith, promises are made before God, even if spoken quietly. They are… binding. Serious.” His eyes flick to yours, conflicted yet sincere.
ㅤ“And yet… I find myself wanting to make one with you.”
ㅤHe gently lifts your hand.
ㅤ“I vow not to allow my own rigid ideals to blind me to your kindness. I vow to walk a steadier path- one touch with the warmth you’ve shown me, a warmth that was once feared.”
ㅤHis expression crumbles just barely, vulnerability breaking through his usual restraint.
ㅤ“If you accept this ring, you accept my promise… and the hope that we may continue walking together- under God’s watchful guidance.”
ㅤHe slides the ring onto your finger and lowers his head reverently, “May this promise be a light neither of us allow to go.”
You Try to Sleep on the Couch after an Argument with: Cater, Floyd, Silver, Rollo
Other parts: Housewardens ; Vice-Housewardens ; First-Years
Cater Diamond
The argument had been unexpected. Cater was easygoing, always quick with a joke or a teasing remark to smooth things over, but tonight had been different. The tension had built and built until, for once, neither of you had been willing to back down.
So, with a huff, you grabbed a blanket and marched to the couch, making a big show of snuggling in and getting comfortable. It wasn’t comfortable—not even a little—but your pride refused to let you move.
The room was quiet. Too quiet.
Then—ping.
You ignored it.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
With a groan, you reached for your phone, only to find your Magicam notifications lighting up your screen. You blinked. Cater had tagged you in a post. And then another. And another.
The first picture was of your shared bed, completely empty. The caption? lonely boy hours :’(
The second? Cater lying dramatically on his side, clutching a pillow like a heartbroken lover in a tragic romance. send thoughts & prayers, my partner has abandoned me
The third was even worse. A close-up of his face, his lower lip jutted in a ridiculous pout, captioned simply: is this what heartbreak feels like???
You stared at your phone, torn between laughing and crying because what the hell, Cater???
You tried to ignore it, but then another notification popped up. The newest post? A dramatic black-and-white shot of his hand reaching for the empty side of the bed. missing you rn. come home.
You buried your face in the pillow, groaning. He was so annoying.
And yet—your feet were already moving.
When you pushed open the bedroom door, Cater was sitting up, phone in hand, eyes flicking up to meet yours the second you walked in. His pout deepened, exaggerated and just barely pathetic enough to make your resolve crumble.
“You’re insufferable,” you muttered.
“But you love me,” he singsonged, setting his phone aside and opening his arms wide, waiting.
You tried to fight it, but the corners of your lips twitched despite yourself. That was all the encouragement he needed. With a soft, satisfied hah, Cater wrapped his arms around you the second you got close, pulling you into a tight hug.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, warm against your skin.
You sighed, resting against him. “I’m sorry too.”
He squeezed you a little tighter before pulling back just enough to reach for his phone.
You rolled your eyes. “Cater.”
He grinned, not even pretending to feel guilty.
A second later, your phone buzzed. When you glanced at the screen, there it was—a final post. A simple picture of your hands together, warm and steady beneath the sheets.
reunited <3
Floyd Leech
The argument had been bad. Not the usual push-and-pull of Floyd’s unpredictable moods, not the teasing jabs that sometimes went too far—this had been real, raw, and biting in a way that made your chest ache.
You knew better than to expect an apology right away. Floyd wasn’t wired for that. So, with your pride stinging and your patience worn thin, you grabbed a blanket, made your way to the couch, and flopped down with your back stubbornly turned toward the bedroom.
Which, in hindsight, was a mistake.
Because if you’d been facing the bedroom, maybe—maybe—you would have had some warning before the Floyd-shaped projectile came flying toward you at full speed.
A thud, a weight collapsing onto you, and suddenly your whole world was Floyd—arms, legs, and far too much Floyd as he sprawled across your body like a particularly annoying weighted blanket.
You let out a strangled noise. “Floyd—”
He didn’t move. Didn’t even pretend to move. Just settled more comfortably on top of you like this was the most natural thing in the world.
With a grunt, you attempted to shove him off, but he was all lean muscle and deadweight. He wouldn’t budge. Worse, he refused to look at you, his face half-buried against your shoulder, arms loosely draped around you like a net that would tighten if you tried to escape.
“…Seriously?” you huffed, exasperated.
A long silence. Then, barely above a mumble—
“Sorry.”
You blinked. “What?”
Floyd finally shifted, but only to grumble into your neck, voice muffled against your skin. “You’re my shrimpy. I thought you’d get it.” A pause, then a quiet, almost begrudging, “…But I guess I was a little mean.”
You sighed, the last remnants of your anger melting into something softer. Floyd wasn’t the type to say sorry outright. For him, this was already pushing it.
With another sigh, you gave up and wrapped your arms around him.
Immediately, Floyd perked up, and before you could prepare yourself, he bit you—just a little nip against your shoulder, affectionate in that ridiculous way of his. When you startled, he looked up at you, grinning now, sharp teeth on full display.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at your lips. “You’re the worst.”
“And you love me~”
Unfortunately, he was right.
With a tired chuckle, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, feeling the way his grin softened just a little. He snuggled closer, his grip tightening around you, and just like that, the argument was behind you.
Floyd let out a pleased hum, already half-asleep. “M’keeping you here forever.”
You weren’t even going to try fighting him on that.
Silver Vanrouge
You still weren’t entirely sure how you had managed to get into an argument with Silver of all people. Silver, who was usually so calm, so patient, so utterly unbothered by most things. And yet, somehow, words had been exchanged, tempers had flared, and now you were lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the pang of guilt gnawing at you.
The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves outside your window. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to sleep—
Tap. Tap. Tap.
You frowned, cracking an eye open.
The sound came again, a soft pecking against the glass. Dragging yourself up with a sigh, you turned toward the window—only to be met with the sight of the cutest little bird, perched delicately on the sill.
You blinked. The bird tilted its head.
It had a tiny note tied to its leg.
Cautiously, you opened the window and untied the parchment, unfolding it with careful fingers.
"Sorry."
Your lips parted. You stared at the single-word apology, written in Silver’s neat, earnest handwriting.
Before you could fully process the sheer adorableness of the gesture, a rustling noise caught your attention. You turned your head just in time to see a squirrel scurrying up onto the windowsill, a small piece of paper clutched in its tiny paws.
It held it out to you.
You took it.
"Sorry."
You pressed a hand over your mouth, overwhelmed by a mix of affection and disbelief.
Was he seriously sending an entire woodland brigade to apologize for him?
And, perhaps more importantly—if you didn’t go talk to him right now, would he escalate this? Would an entire procession of deer, rabbits, and possibly a very regretful-looking bear show up next?
You sighed, rubbing your eyes. There was no way you were sleeping now.
Before you left, you rummaged through your cabinets and grabbed a handful of nuts, scattering them gently on the windowsill. “I don’t accept free labor,” you muttered, watching as the squirrel eagerly took a hazelnut before scampering off. The bird gave a happy chirp before fluttering away.
With that taken care of, you made your way to the bedroom.
The moment you stepped inside, he was already sitting up, eyes immediately locking onto yours. He looked a little sheepish, his usual composed demeanor softened with quiet guilt.
“I’m sorry,” he said, without hesitation. “I shouldn’t have let it turn into an argument.”
You exhaled, the last remnants of your irritation slipping away entirely. He was so sweet, so sincere, and you couldn’t even be mad anymore.
Stepping forward, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’m sorry too,” you murmured. “Now, let's go to bed."
Silver didn’t argue. He simply nodded, slipping under the blankets, his expression peaceful now.
As you settled beside him, he hesitated for only a moment before murmuring, “Did the bird get to you first or the squirrel?”
You let out a quiet laugh. “Bird.”
He nodded, thoughtful. “I was going to send a rabbit next.”
You buried your face into his shoulder, shaking with silent laughter. “Go to sleep, Silver.”
And finally, you both did.
Rollo Flamme
The argument had left you drained, annoyance simmering just beneath your skin as you curled up on the couch, pulling the blanket over yourself with a sharp tug. You didn’t want to be this upset—Rollo could be infuriating, stubborn in ways that tested your patience, but you knew he didn’t argue without reason. Still, the weight of his words, the heat of the exchange, had made retreating seem like the best option.
At some point, exhaustion overtook frustration, and you drifted into uneasy sleep.
But then—dry throat, groggy mind—you stirred awake, an undeniable thirst pulling you from your rest. With a sigh, you pushed the blanket aside and padded toward the kitchen, the dim light of the apartment casting long shadows against the walls.
That’s when you noticed it—the faint glow beneath the bedroom door.
You hesitated, frowning. He was still awake?
Curiosity, or maybe guilt, urged you forward. Carefully, you peeked inside.
Rollo was pacing. Back and forth, hands buried in his hair, tension lining his shoulders. He looked wrecked—a man on the verge of either an epiphany or a breakdown.
Your heart squeezed.
You hadn't expected this. Hadn’t expected him to be just as shaken, just as restless.
Stepping inside, you barely made a sound, but he noticed instantly. His head snapped up, eyes widening.
For a second, he didn’t move. Then he took a step toward you, hands twitching at his sides, reaching out just barely before curling into hesitant fists. He stopped himself, as if afraid you’d pull away, as if unsure whether he had the right.
Your breath hitched. The sight of him—always so composed, now uncertain—made the last of your irritation fade.
Wordlessly, you closed the distance and took his hand.
The moment your fingers intertwined, you felt the tension in him unravel. His shoulders slumped, his grip tightening around yours, a quiet exhale escaping his lips. He held on like he needed the touch to ground him.
“I took it too far,” he murmured, voice raw with sincerity. “I shouldn’t have—”
“I know,” you interrupted softly. “And…I shouldn’t have either.”
His gaze met yours, searching, still unsure. You squeezed his hand, and that was all it took.
Rollo relaxed, expression melting into something exhausted, something relieved. He nodded, as if accepting an unspoken truce.
Neither of you needed to say anything else.
When you led him to bed, he followed without question. And when you pulled him into your arms, his body molded against yours with an ease that made it clear just how much he had needed this.
Within minutes, the tension that had kept him awake finally loosened its grip. His breathing evened out, his fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, and for the first time since the argument, Rollo fell asleep— warm and finally at peace.
and it inspired me to ask/request how they react to the over-blots and how grim and yuu survived each one and took them down with out magic
I just know fellow will somehow to get money out of this maybe by blackmailing Crowley with the over-blot and the poor living conditions in ramshackle they all probably would lol
Ramshackle + ob!Aftermath
Masterlist
This might be more angsty because I can
• he’s suffered alongside with you
• he’d never admit it but the guilt gnaws at him so bad for when he lost control to the blot stones. Like when he sees you flinch at riddles anger or get nervous about upsetting any of the overblotters and he wonders if you’re like that with him when he’s not looking
• he tries in small ways to protect you and be less demanding. You’re not only his ticket into nrc but you’re his everything. His best friend , his protector , his henchhuman and he wants to prove to you he’s worthy of being your boss.
• when he finds out the extent of all of them? He is sick. Fucking sick. Like he has to take a moment to ignore the bile rising in his throat.
• he’s so many things all at once honestly. He’s angry, he’s terrified , his devastated , he’s numb. But one thing is in his mind , his absolute perplexed on how the fuck you’re still alive! You helped , without magic , to take down some of the best mages of the future?????? HUH?????????
• if you thought he was iffy about them before he openly loathes them now
• he does hide behind his mask and it does calm down the moment he realises that while he didn’t do anything as bad as Malleus Draconia he is…on par with Idia Shroud who was worst than most.
• he tends to your scars and gives you support if you struggle with things like movement because of Jamil throwing you or just making it through the day because of the residue of Vil’s poison
• he’s…he’s just happy you’re alright. Alright? He wishes he could help
• he does also go to Crowly for a screaming match for every day for the next two weeks. He doesn’t even care he looses his voice he just wants to bash crowlys skull in
• oh!
• when you tell him his eyes practically pop out his head because it takes him a good minute to process what the hell you just told him.
• you are not getting our his sight for the next week too by the way. You’re one of his now like Gidel and he doesn’t fuck around with his lot.
• he imagines how terrified he’d be if he had to face an overblot so he can only wonder how you were actually facing off against them
• he makes sure to check in with you more. He tries to remind you that you aren’t alone. Even if you have Ace and Deuce and all your friends you need people outside that circle. It’s okay to have them as your closest but look what’s happened?
• you need a fucking break in his advice.
• he tried to be as supportive as he can quite honestly but he’s more just so sad for you even if you’re not that broken up about it. Especially if you’ve come to expect overblots at this point. That breaks his heart.
• also while Rollo is giving Crowly the biggest verbal bashing of his LIFE he brings Gidel to get some more money for ramshackle or to just steal confiscated items that they think you’d like
• he’s lived a tumultuous life and so he’s pretty like “aw :/ that’s sad :(“ about it but not too sad?
• but if he sees you flinch or get upset about it? He gets that sinking feeling as he understand better the gravity of it all.
• he can’t help that much, but he tries. He cuddles up to you in hopes to ease your pressures.
• but! He is super giddy at times too because he wants to hear all about you being a cool hero!
• he tries his best to walk that line but you can see his eyes light up as you tell him-
• terrible! Absolutely TERRIBLE!
• he immediately begins agonising over what you’ve been through! It’s just too cruel!
• even if you’re not all that broken up about it he definitely feels this big distress for you-
• he begins to lurk around you and tried to be a constant force to protect you!
• similar to Fellow he tries to get you to just relax and find people outside this bubble. You need to relax! Please!
• he’s especially weary now of the overblotters. You didn’t deserve to go through that
• he’s shocked don’t get him wrong. But he just starts laughing telling you how impressed he is!
• I mean c’mon you’ve gotta have a massive ego now because you helped taken down 7 overblots and a feral dire-beast? That’s gotta count towards something!
• though…he does make sure you know it’s not ALL gotta
• he definitely uses it all to your and his advantage. Like he advices you on how to guilt them and how to scrounge as much as you can out of this!
• but honestly you’ve totally earned his respect and he messed with you more just because he knows you can handle it and you probably need something lighthearted every once in a while
Featuring: Azul, Jade, Floyd, Idia, Malleus, and Rollo x gn!reader
Warnings: Fluffy, mild possessiveness (as expected of the tweels), Rollo gets a bit religious
AN: Hello hello, my posts may be a tad bit slowed since my classes have been picking up lately, but I do have a small requested fic I’ll be posting soon. Hint hint: it’s gonna be an NSFW with Floyd;)
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Azul: Acts of service, gift giving
- For a while even after getting into a relationship, Azul has a hard time letting go of his businessman persona. He always feels a need to be seen as perfect, as unshakable and a constant pillar you can rely on whenever. The one perk of being his partner, it’s all free of charge.
- He loves acts of service, helping you, doing you a favor, anytime you’re struggling even a smidge, he’s there by your side, fixing whatever it is that’s causing you problems with a smooth smile and a soft kiss. If you ever end up helping him out, he’ll feel indebted to you, trying twice as hard afterwards to pay it back.
- Even after he starts opening himself up to you, realizing he has no need to keep up his pretend-perfection, he still loves to do you favors. The mere act of making your life easier, of seeing that relaxed smile across your face as your problems disappear, is enough to make his day better.
- You’re always on his mind, whatever he may be doing. As such, Azul always ends up finding something that reminds him of you, whether it be a jewel, or a seashell, or some artifact. And every single time, he buys it without fail, presenting it to you after a romantic dinner, or a walk under the moonlight, sweet words flowing off his lips as he pushes the far-too-expensive present into your hands.
Jade: Acts of service
- Jade lives to serve, as long as it serves him. He’s the picture of gentlemanly excellence, a perfectionist at his core, knowing that the way into a man’s head is by making him let down his walls around you, making him feel safe, open up, and then strike when his back is turned. Even as he gets close to you, gets into a relationship with you, those circling jaws of an apex predator never cease to intertwine you.
- He knows you like the back of his hand, watching, assessing, calculating exactly what you need, when you need it, and how it’ll best suit you. He knows how to make you feel seen, feel cared for, be there at your every whim by knowing exactly what you’ll ask far before you ever consider it. But instead of vying for power and control, he instead vies for something far softer: your love and adoration.
- Jade’s a hard to read man, but despite his tightly knit nature, the one claim you never have to doubt is how deeply he loves you, and is willing to do whatever you want him to. His calm, collected demeanor enshroud beneath them his true obsessive desire to give you the world.
Floyd: Physical touch
- Floyd loves touch. A pat on his teammates back during practice, an arm around a student as he threatens them, leaning on his brother’s shoulder as they stand around, truly it’s a rarity to see Floyd without some part of him wrapped around someone else.
- So it’s no surprise to you when you get close to him, that you’ll feel his presence before you see it. Arms wrapped around you as he hugs you from behind, a hand in yours, around your shoulders, waist, or whatever other part of you he can get his hands on. He loves it when you love it, reciprocating or even initiating physical contact with him makes him feel all giddy inside, giggling in your ear like the lovesick eel he is.
- He loves kisses, peppering your face and neck every time he sees you without fail. The notion of being in public doesn’t faze him one bit, so if you’re someone who dislikes the act of PDA, prepare yourself for him, because he doesn’t care who sees his affection, you’re his and he’s not afraid to show the world.
- His possessiveness shines through often with his physical affection. Like his brother, he’s quite literally obsessed with you, but unlike him he’s quite open with this obsession, professing those feelings to you, and others, quite often. If he sees you laughing too much with someone else, or sitting too closely with a fellow student, he won’t hesitate to drape an arm around you, glaring daggers at whichever poor soul stood around you too long until they slink away. If you chastise him about it, he’ll pout, dropping his head in your lap and hugging you like a desperate puppy until you, quite quickly, forgive him.
Idia: Quality time, gift giving
- Ah, our dear socially anxious shut in, he never expected anyone to fall in love with him of all people. But the fact that you have, oh he will treat you like the monarch of his heart that you are.
- He hates how much he simply can’t go out with you, but yearns to be by your side as often as he can. He loves any time you both spend together, cherishes every second of late night gaming, or anime binging, or simply sitting there, spending your time talking. Whether it be remotely over the phone, or in person, he loves being around you, and will never take for granted the time you willingly choose to spend with him.
- He has vast quantities of money, his family being so deeply government-affiliated. As such, it’s never occurred to him in the least to never purchase something the minute he wants it. And so naturally, the same goes for you. If you have any interests you tell him about, no matter how niche, he will always go out of his way to find merchandise, or anything related to it, shipping it straight to your door. If he ever sees anything that reminds him of you, ordered immediately. Clothes he thinks you’ll like, don’t worry about the package by your door, or the fact that they fit you like a glove.
- He loves seeing the smile on your face as you thank him, loves seeing you wear the clothes he gives you, post pictures of figurines or merch he bought you. The compliments you get bring a swell of pride to his heart, knowing it’s him that bought you those things.
Malleus: Gift giving
- Malleus is deeply unfamiliar with the practices of human dating. The customs, methods, unspoken rules, they confuse him so deeply. But when he went to Lilia for advice, the one thing he told him was: love your partner, cherish them deeply, make them feel special. So he does the one thing the fae do to make others feel special: giving gifts.
- Fae have long standing traditions about gift giving, what sort of gifts to give for what occasions, which gifts are reserved for those close to you, and which are only for that special someone you keep in your life. As such, he gathers books from various sources about human gift giving traditions. You find him presenting gifts to you quite often, anything from a carved gargoyle-shaped rock, to a dazzling necklace of precious gemstones, far more expensive than anything you could keep at Ramshackle.
- Malleus, being more of a dragon-like fae, holds a considerable love for gemstones. Their shine, beautiful color, oh how he adores them. And you, you’re more lovely than a thousand of his most precious gemstones. As such, he sees it fit to present to you as many of the most extraordinary ones as possible.
- He has no understanding of the human notions of worth, at least not in terms of monetary value. As such, he’s quite confused at why you seem so shocked at the gifts he gives. They’re only gemstones, are they not enough? Does he need a trove-full of them to gain your satisfaction? Please, assure him it’s quite enough, otherwise sooner or later, Ramshackle will be filled to the brim with more expensive jewels than any one person needs.
Rollo: Quality time, acts of service
- Rollo’s a quiet, hard to please man. He sees no need for unnecessary praise. He finds expensive gifts to be wasteful displays of mortal sin. And he abhors any notion of public displays of affection. What he does find valuable, though, is time.
- The time you spend every week to make your way to Noble Bell and spend time by his side. The time he spends patching up an old jacket of yours, or fixing a book you accidentally waterlogged. The time you spend reading together, or walking along the river, or watching the sunset atop the Bell Tower. He cherishes that more than any gift, the moments he spends with you.
- That’s not to say he’s completely adverse to other forms of affection, he simply finds them to be a more private act, one done after the final flicker of candlelight is extinguished, like a quiet prayer under the secrecy of the moonlight. A sacred act, not to be tossed about or shared before others.
- Rollo finds the act of doing something for you, providing assistance in some way or solving a problem of yours, to be a sort of penance. An act of worship to this angelic being in his life. He devotes himself to you in body, mind, soul and heart, promising to keep you safe from harm and to always help you with your goals, no matter the cost.
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