Hi. How are you? Can you write a headcanon for the overblot about guys who have kids and who look a bit like their fathers, but are friendlier, love their friends, and they can be said to have brought Night Raven's first victory to college (in my fantasy, Crowley later started accepting girls into college too). Thanks in advance🙏 (Sorry for the incorrect translation)
ooooh this one is gonna be so fun LETS GOOOOOO!!!!
TW: None :)
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Riddle Rosehearts
-Riddle is in love with your daughter the minute she's born, especially when she has mostly your features and temperament.
-The surprise grows on him when she grows up with her two toned hued hair begins to turn more red as she gets older, though he can't stop admiring the same twinkle she has in her eyes like her mother.
-His heart swoons when she's a Honor student just like her father, tackling every task and piece of homework he sees with straight A's.
-Though besides her being a academic, Riddle loves that your daughter has your charm as he likes to call it, unlike Riddle she always is calm and demure, helpful to her classmates you both get praised by how she's a good kid through and through.
"Daddy-"
Riddle stiffens in his armchair study as he feels her slim pale arms wrap around his neck as she nuzzles her face against him.
"I'm going to be home late, I got to help tutor my friends before the big exam tomorrow" Her light melodic voice rings out in the dark room.
instantly Riddle is taken out of his sulking from his other sunshine her pressing a kiss on his cheek before she runs off with her quick footsteps leaving as she entered.
Riddle sighs, a smile only the walls of his tall library shelves can see.
"Don't be too late dear, your mother is making dinner tonight" He smiled.
"I wont- love you daddy" her voice distant, punctual as usual.
Riddle's eyes following to the desk where your family portrait was, You and him in the middle with his smiling daughter in the middle staring at the camera in a matching dress you had on in the photo.
Riddle loves his family, he may not be a hero by any means, though he was content being You and his daughters Hero.
Leona Kingscholar
-Leona and his BOYS, he gets annoyed they remind him of Chekka slightly, though only when your cubs get a bit older they look slightly more like him you assure him.
-However your boys dont have a bad bone in their body, Leona watching your small Twin Toddlers waiting to be able to scold him like he use to get as a little cub.
-Though its all for naught when he just spends the whole afternoon watching them play amongst themselves in the dirt outside the palace.
- You confront him about how mean of a father he's being to his own boys, Telling him they'll sense his resentment later as they both get older.
- Leona sighs once again dismissing you to your anger, though what you dont see as you huff away is the small smile that grows on his face.
"Oi- you two" he points his finger at them from his napping spot from under the tall trees of the palace.
With energy and excitement they both run to the lazy prince, the younger twin running with all his might as the older one is ahead.
With a slight roar they both jump their dad, nuzzling him despite the poker face Leona had.
With a watchful eye he makes sure you aren't anywhere to be seen before he leans in and plants a small kiss to his boys, a rare occasion but the warning from his princess was enough to make him listen to her worries.
"Love you Daddy" they both purred, Leona only smiled as he leaned back, bonding with the small little ones.
Jamil Viper
- Jamil is in awe how quiet and demure his daughter is, possessing your beauty as he thinks she also has your temperament.
- Even when faced with Kalim Your daughter is polite and entertains the scatterbrain plays Kalim is mostly up to even sometimes offering advice to him.
- Jamil isnt sure if he loves her though, Feeling like he isnt a good enough father to his daughter. Having overblot before and his daughter possibly being scouted to a school for magic was where his concerns lie.
"Dont worry so much love" you placed a kiss on his cheek, you both were in the royal courtyard watching your daughter use her pen meticulously practicing with the plants and water around her as she did by herself.
"Why wouldn't you want her to go to a good school like RSA or even NRC like her father" you smiled, Jamil froze only keeping his stoic look.
"I just dont want her to become tainted" He said, "She has so much of her in you (Name)"
You were surprised when he clasped his hands over yours cuddling closer to you smelling the warmth from your body.
The blush over your cheeks getting brighter by the minute you hoped no one would noticed.
Azul Ashengrotto
- Your child looks exactly like Azul in his younger years to your joy: His silver hair, sharp eyes, and that calculating gaze that makes people nervous within seconds.
- Though the massive difference shows the moment they speak: instead of manipulation, they use persuasion with sincerity. (Even when their father pushes them to use their talented gift of intimidation on the poor unfortunate victim)
- Azul sees his old self in them—ambition, intelligence, that hunger to prove themselves—but none of the bitterness, He should be happy about this though he feels conflicted.
- Your child knows about his overblot, You insisted on honesty, and surprisingly, Azul agreed.
“I don’t want to become that version of you,” your baby tells him once.
And Azul? That hits harder than any insult ever could.
When they say they want to attend Night Raven College: Azul immediately starts drafting contracts in his head to “protect” them.
Your child gently refuses most of them.
“If I rely on contracts for everything, I won’t grow Daddy.” they say meekly.
Because for once, he wants someone to succeed without needing to cheat the system.
Vil Schoenheit
- Your child is breathtaking (no surprise there). They inherit Vil’s beauty so perfectly it’s almost intimidating, just unlike Vil’s early years, they don’t obsess over perfection.
- Your Daughter cares about self-expression more than flawless control, a beauty in itself your daughter insist.
- Vil tries not to project, he really does, only sometimes he catches himself correcting their posture, their tone, their image.
Your daughter just smiles, moving her light toned hair from her fair face.
“I don’t need to be perfect to be worthy, Father”
That sentence lives in Vil’s head rent-free, his daughter sitting besides him near the large marble fountain of their large estate.
She does work hard—very hard.
But it’s out of passion, not fear of being second-best, Like Vil...
Vil’s immediate reaction is concern—not for reputation, but for their emotional well-being.
“You know that environment isn’t kind,” Vil warns with a pointed fingers.
Your daughter responds with her polite and airy tone with a smile.
“Then I’ll make it kinder.”
…Vil has no rebuttal.
He does his best with them anyway—etiquette, magic control, self-defense—but also, slowly, learns to loosen his grip on his beloved daughter.
The first time he sees them praised not just for beauty but for kindness?
Vil realizes they’ve already surpassed him in a way he never expected and that brings joy to the young actor.
Idia Shroud
- Your child has the blue flames, the glowing hair, the whole intimidating Shroud aesthetic, playing with their fiery locks you love so much.
- But to Idia he doesnt know what to do instead of a super introvert like him theyre the complete opposite.
- Like, apologizing-to-furniture levels of polite, Idia sneers when he sees it, if only it wasnt his own son he would have gossiped so much.
- At least he inherited Idia’s intelligence (which is terrifying), but not his isolation, His son actually want friends.
-Idia does not know how this happened though he suspects it’s entirely your influence.
-His son spends time with him in his room, though—gaming, coding, talking about lore.
-He also meets him where he’s comfortable, just a good boy all around.
When they bring up Night Raven College:
Idia immediately panics at the mention of the taboo idea.
“That’s a social PvP server" he nervously laughs, "You’ll get wrecked.”
“Then I’ll learn with or without your approval dad" they shrug, "if im chosen I want to improve as a person and with my magic"
They know about his overblot afterall, His son doesn't treat it like a horror story, just something his father went through.
Yandere desperate Silver upset at reader avoiding him for months (after book 7). When interviewed about his lost prince status, he announces the entire world about his engagement to the magicaless reader and is expecting. No one believes reader about this especially her "pregnancy" untill Lilia gets involved.
yayayayayayayayay! My excuse to write about Yan! Silver :DDD thanks anon!!
Sweet dreams (yan! Silver Vanrouge x fem! Reader)
Tw: Spoilers for book 7, implied Non Con, Kidnapping, stalking, implied pregnancy.
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You thought the world had finally begun to settle down after everything that happened with Malleus.
Especially since Silver did it all for you.
Thats what he told everyone however, you were flattered only Silver had begin to change in subtle ways you never expected.
Not loudly. Not violently. Or even like he let the fame of being the hero of sage’s island get into his head.
SIlver was changing with how he was approaching you in particular that was hard to justify each and every time.
Silver’s gentle and beautiful gaze lingered too long.
His warm and princely touches lasted a second more than they should when he would sit or stand by you.
His voice softened until it trembled whenever he said your name lingering on it with a strange tone.
One night it was too much, you hated to recall the circumstances however it was too shameful for people to know you and Silver had been intimate with each other.
For months, you avoided him—ducking between classes, taking alternate hallways, slipping out of rooms the moment he entered. You convinced yourself it was for you, for him, for everyone’s peace.
the hero will lose his interest in the prefect nobody.
But distance did not dull Silver’s desperation.
It sharpened it.
And you were about to learn just how sharp.
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You woke to frantic pounding on your dorm door. Three voices shouted your name—Ace, Deuce, and Grim, all at once.
“OPEN UP!” Grim shrieked. “This is BAD!”
You dragged yourself out of bed, barely awake as you yanked the door open. “What? What happened?”
you clutched your sore, low stomach as you rose from your bed.
Deuce was pale.
Ace was holding his head like he had a migraine.
Grim looked like he’d swallowed dynamite.
Ace pointed at your small smartphone on the desk. “Turn it on. Now.”
Confused, you turned it on.
You were met with a national broadcast with flashy animatics, The crest of Briar Valley swirled behind a formal interview set, seated in the guest chair—straight-backed, dressed in ceremonial uniform, his silver hair tied neatly—was Silver.
Your breath hitched as you saw the ghost of someone you hadn’t seen in forever.
Reaching toward the close button, instinctively wanting to turn it off, Ace grabbed your wrist.
“No,” he said. “You need to see this.”
The interviewer smiled politely.
“Prince Silver, many around the world are curious. You have spent years away from Briar Valley, unaware of your lineage. Do you feel prepared for this sudden role?”
Silver gave a soft smile.
“I will fulfill my duty. I always have.”
”especially for my princess”
Something in the way he said that made your stomach twist, your eye twitching slightly at the sick cool and elegant expression he had on his fair face.
“Oh?,” the interviewer continued, cheeks rosy with excitement, “the question on everyone’s mind: is this Princess of Dawn ”
Silver’s eyes softened in a way you hadn’t seen in months.
Not soft like a gentle stream.
Soft like melting ice—quiet, dangerous, inevitable.
“Why Yes” he smirked before letting a cool chuckle escape his thin lips.
“I’m engaged”
Ace choked on air. “SEE?! We TOLD you!”
You snapped your head toward the screen, horrified.
it had to be you, you could only nervously gulp before you kept watching the nightmare unfolding in front of you.
Silver continued calmly, reverently:
“My fiancée and I have kept our relationship private for her safety. But I see no reason to hide it anymore.”
The interviewer leaned in. “But silver vanrouge what is the true name of your princess?”
”May we know her name?”
Silver’s voice warmed with unmistakable devotion as he spoke your full name.
Not a nickname.
Not initials.
Your entire name—clear, unmistakable, impossible to deny.
Your heart stopped.
Deuce placed a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you was what kept you from having a full meltdown.
But the interview wasn’t done, far from done.
“And,” Silver added with a quirk of his lips.
“we are expecting our first child.”
The world froze.
“What?!” Grim screeched. “YOU’RE NOT EVEN DATING!”
You felt sick. Sick down to your bones, clenching your fist into your bed was all you could do.
Deuce squeezed your shoulder harder. “...You’re not, right?”
“NO!” you cried. “I—I mean, I haven’t even spoken to him in months!”
“But the news is saying—”
“I DON’T CARE WHAT THEY’RE SAYING!”
You clutched the bottom of your stomach, your brow creased the sinking reality of what was inevitably to come.
a confrontation.
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Everywhere you went, people stared.
Some giggled behind their hands, whispering about your supposed “secret romance.”
Few people around school bowed politely, congratulating you on the “royal blessing.”
Others looked at you with thinly veiled jealousy.
No matter what you said it was like there was a target on your back.
Teachers smiled patronizingly.
Students winked and said you were “playing coy” about the new status forced upon you.
It was wild in itself that even Crowley brushed your panic aside when you ultimately came for a last resort.
“Now, now, dear, royalty has certain… narrative freedoms. Just smile and enjoy the attention!”
You wanted to scream.
Even when you tried to leave campus grounds, reporters appeared through portals, shoving cameras in your face.
No amount of denials stopped them as you tried to run from silver’s demented plan.
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You lasted three days before finally Silver cornered you.
It happened at dusk. Ramshackle’s overgrown garden was empty and unusually quiet. You stepped out to breathe, to hide, to pretend for one moment that your life still belonged to you without anyone near.
unfortunately exactly what your silver haired suitor desired.
“(Name)”
You froze.
Silver stood at the edge of the path. His eyes were tired, darkened—not with sleepiness, but something deeper. His posture was perfect, but the tension in his hands betrayed him.
“How long,” he asked softly, “were you going to avoid me?”
Your throat tightened. “Silver, I—I just.” You gulped.
”I saved your life (Name) you were going to be stuck in a eternal dream without me” he chuckled.
He stepped closer.
”I want you to stay away from me already” you said in a high pitch screech.
“From me?” His voice cracked. “After everything we faced together?”
You backed up. “Silver, the things you told the world— ”
“Are true”
“No, they’re NOT!” you insisted. “I’m not your fiancée. I’m not pregnant. We’re not even— Silver, we’re not—”
He placed a hand over his heart, expression pained.
“I dreamed it.”
You looked over into his aurora filled eyes.
“My dreams have always guided me. Every important truth I learned about my life—my father, my prince, myself—came to me first through dreams. They’ve never been wrong.”
His fingers brushed your cheek—light as a whisper, heavy as shackles.
“In my dreams, you loved me,” he murmured. “You held our child. You smiled at me every morning. I saw a future so peaceful, so bright… why do you run from it?”
“Because I dont like you SIlver Vanrouge” you bluntly said.
His expression shattered. His breath trembled.
“You’re afraid,” he whispered. “Father said you might deny it at first… but he also said fate can be frightening when it comes too early.”
Your stomach knotted.
“Lilia knows about this?”
Silver’s eyes softened in devotion.
“He supports us. Completely.”
”he’s so excited for our bloom growing inside of you” he pointed at your abdomen.
“Silver, please—you have to correct the interview—have to fix what you did on that interview—”
He stared at you, unblinking, pupils dilated.
“I DID tell the truth and I won’t let you leave me again.”
Desperation radiated from him like heat.
“I love you. I will protect you. I will take care of you and our child. I will give you a life free of fear, free of danger. Why is that so terrible?”
Tears stung your eyes.
“Because it’s not MY choice!”
“What is choice,” Silver murmured, “when destiny has already been written?”
He reached for your hand.
“Come with me. Please. Don’t make me chase you anymore.”
A swirl of pink smoke erupted beside you both.
Lilia materialized, arms crossed, smile sharp as his fangs appeared over his carefree lip.
“Silver,” he said cheerfully, “my son, you’re supposed to wait before whisking her away. She hasn’t finished packing yet.”
Silver looked down, cheeks flushing faintly.
“I’m sorry, Father. I just… I needed to see her.”
“Patience Silver” he warned the silver haired boy.
Lilia turned his sharp red eyes on you.
“(Name), dear,” he cooed, “that interview caused quite a stir. Reporters are everywhere. It’s dangerous for you to stay unprotected.”
You were slowly being cornered into the courtyard.
Lilia approached, and you instinctively stepped back.
He chuckled.
“Oh, child. Silver’s dreams are rarely wrong. And he’s been dreaming of you for years, before you came here” he smiled
”I have to make my precious son’s dream come true hmm?”
Your heart lurched.
Years?
Lilia leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper only you could hear.
“You should have said yes sooner.”
He stepped back, smiling brightly.
“Well! Let’s gather your belongings. The royal carriage will arrive soon, and the palace is already preparing your room—”
“My ROOM?!” you cried.
Silver touched your arm gently, pleadingly.
“You’ll be safe there. You won’t need to run anymore.”
Tears blurred your vision. “I don’t WANT to go with you.”
His breath hitched—like your words physically stabbed him.
Silver stepped closer, voice breaking:
“Why would you say something so cruel? Especially to your true love”
“It’s not cruel! It’s the truth!”
Lilia’s shadow loomed behind him, patient and unyielding.
“We can do this the easy way,” Lilia said politely, “or a less easy way. But my son has suffered enough heartbreak. We will not allow any more.”
Silver nodded slowly, solemnly, as if accepting a divine oath.
“I won’t let you disappear again.”
Then he held out his hand. Not demanding.
Expectant. Hopeful. Certain.
“Come home with me,” he said.
And the word “home” felt like a cage snapping shut.
You wanted to scream.
You wanted to run.
You wanted someone—anyone—to believe you.
It was too quick before the magical bat fae had used his magic on you, struggling you felt him push you towards the bright and cheery silver as he carried your bounded self in heavy pink thorns.
”ah— be careful silver”
you felt the tiny faes hands rest over your stomach still just a small bump with nothing more to imply anything yet.
”we wouldnt want our precious heir to be harmed” Lilia chuckled.
What if Vil and Rook finds out their darling getting married. They were so close and lost contact after graduating. What's worse getting an invite or them seeing her wedding dress shopping?
Vil and Rook the two secret freaks of Pomfiore? Being Requested???? YES ANON!!!!!
TW: Stalking, implied murder, Yandere content.
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Vil
He knows first before anyone. In the darkness of his bedroom gazing at the bright screen that is Mira.
Vil is greeted by your Magicam, instead of the selfies and sexy photos of yourself he sees every day even when you don't update in a while, his nightmare is realized, your holding hands with a gaudy diamond engagement ring on your finger showing that wretched oaf that proposed to you when you promised after you finished school you would marry Vil. Vil even denied so many roles in the prospect he would be spending a wedding and honeymoon with you.
That's why after spending days trying to figure out where your bridesmaids were going to practice, eventually paying one to just send him the place where your wedding takes place.
Crashing it in all red and black was his plan, everyone would look at him regardless, though he's shocked when he sees you unbothered by his attendance, not even paying attention despite half of the audience is focused on him.
Your making Vil angry, but you'll regret what you've done when he storms out of the venue phone in hand, typing to his many followers about you and your husband, surely everyone will be on his side and send you back to him after you quit playing hard to get.
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Rook
You haven't thought of Rook in years, hell, you might not even remember what he looks like if someone forced you to remember. You dismiss the many strange romantic and intimate poems left around your home signed by the stranger, choosing not to tell anyone especially because of your impending wedding.
Though as the date approaches and your paranoia is increasing you see the notes get more detailed.. even sounding like the person writing them was planning something horrible towards your soon to be husband, even writing about your wedding dress despite only trying it on by yourself was unnerving you.
The night before your wedding you know you were exhausted, saying goodnight to your husband to be only not to hear a single word in return, a crash and a loud noise outside your bedroom is heard as well, you wake up only to see your husband slipping back into bed.
You sigh, assuming there's nothing to worry about.
Only, little to your knowledge, the Hunter with his skill and charisma finally found you in the year long game you chose to play with him ever you left NRC, and now, as Rook slips in your husbands night clothes and gets into bed to be held by you, he smiles knowing his prize is given to him.
Hi! I really loved your stories (*≧ω≦) so here's a request from the book 7
Afab reader disguising as male student, as she was forced by crowley to maintain the school reputations and also for her to blend in. She regularly take a potion created by crewel, that let her have body like male somewhat same as carter, reader also have long hair that become shorter to look more manly, also the potion change reader look, like long lashes, more prominent jaw, etc that is an attributes of a male, and due to taking the potion she can also avoid the sharp noses of the savanaclaw students from smelling her (no periodss yayyy!!(T▽T).)
So heres the scenario: yuu and reader is two different person.
Reader having is a charmful student even though he is a 'male' he charms people easily, especially the overblot boys,he is unlike the others, he understands them like more than they understand their own self. They began to fall for him as they spend more time with him, they are aware he is a boy, and due to this, they began to doubt their own sexuality. But they still love reader even though the world might not agree as they are influential students, and each of their family needed heirs. Until malleus overblotted, each one save eachother in their dreams right?, but the last student they try to save is reader. In the dream he looks so different... no rather, she looks different, they didn't expect a women could be so beautiful until they meet the stranger at that dream, (they didn't know its the reader) when they first saw her they instantly feel a connection, they thought it mjst be reader sister as their eyes, nair and personality look the same.
I let you finish it ( 〃▽〃) , please dont forget to add idia and malleus they are my fav. ( ≧∀≦)
Thank you very much
oooh this was a fun one to find and read in my inbox anon!!!
I hope you like it! esp the parts with Mal and Idia :))
New you (The Housewardens x AFAB Reader!)
TW: Forced Transformations, Questioning of Sexuality (for the boys), AFAB reader, Angst, Chapter 7 Spoilers ish
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The dream did not welcome anyone; the obsidian ink of thick void specifically, it dragged you in.
Cold stone bit into their backs as consciousness returned, one by one, beneath a ceiling of twisted glass and crawling shadows. The remnants of Malleus’s overblot still poisoned the air — grief, obsession, magic warped by love and despair.
You remembered saving each other with the help of the Prefect.
Memories of reaching through nightmares.
And now in the haze of a edge of a dream..
“There’s still someone missing,” The verso graceful Vil said, voice echoing unnaturally in the celebration turned disaster that was left in the wake of said calamity.
The hall responded with a low, aching hum.
At its center, a door appeared.
Black iron. Veined with thorns.
On it, etched in silver, was a single name.
(Name)
Leona’s breath hitched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
The door opened on its own.
Inside was not fire.
Not chains.
But a secret moonlit garden.
illuminated inside was a ruined and overgrown with pale roses that bled silver sap all over the ground where the thorns and bushes of a biology no one had seen in Twisted Wonderland.
Only as everyone in the room looked closer there stood a stranger.
A lady no one had ever seen before.
Barefoot on marble, wrapped in a thin white dress that clung like mist, a wedding to no one but themselves. Their hair spilled freely down her back, untouched by magic from this world. Her lashes were like dolls lashes from what some people were murmuring amongst themselves, their eyes that haunted them instantly.
Eyes they surely should have known.
“Hey doesn't that kind of look like…” Kalim whispered.
“No,” Riddle said sharply, denial breaking through his quant tone. “That’s not—”
She turned to show the whole room who she was.
The same small, careful smile that had undone them all to the core of their existence.
It was (Name).
Without the lie, her true form.
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Riddle felt something inside him snap.
His heart — traitorous, disobedient — recognized her before his mind did, maybe it was the lie you had casted on him, the mixed emotions of how he really felt for you before this horrid revelation.
All those nights he had sat beside him when Riddle could not breathe, the times he could feel the flutter in his chest when you were there with him.
“Rules can become prisons if you’re not careful,” He had once told him.
Riddle only dismissed it with a wave of his elegant gloved hand and a cheeky smile.
however as the reality of the situation before him snapped him out of his daydreaming he could only feel the rage boil in his being.
“They violated you,” Riddle whispered, voice trembling with restrained wrath. “They turned you into a tool.”
"Made you stunt your true beauty (Name)"
Your gaze flickered away, the adversion to how he watched over your real you.
That silence was a confession.
"Crowley..."
Magic crackled.
The roses shrieked as thorns coiled, his true meaning revealed to the lovely Queen of Heartslabyul.
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Leona watched Him like prey and predator at once.
or... when they were under his radar as a male like everyone else.
Now he understood what was truly happening, The missing scent, your hips, the way you just seemed too different even as a male.
The way his instincts had never quite accepted (Name) as male — not rejected, but… strange.
Leona hated to admit he had desired Him in a different way from even who he considered his friend.
But now that you were what was truly his preference Leona no longer had to pretend to not be interested in your body in a different way.
“So you survived among beasts wearing another skin,” he chuckled a rich and deep tone.
"Cute-"
Leona crouched before her so she could truly see him, “Did you think we’d break if we knew or what?”
Her voice was barely audible but their whips lashes fluttered as they spoke.
“I thought you’d hate me, Leona" you sighed, "besides it's not like I wanted to hide who I really was..."
you pressed your lips together, "besides everyone was busy worrying about the Prefect I just fell between the cracks" you shrugged as you relayed this fragile truth to everyone.
Leona laughed — low, dangerous still focusing on you. “If anyone deserves hatred, it’s the one who forced you to erase yourself.”
His eyes burned. “And if they try again… I’ll tear the school apart.”
The uncomfortable tension was relayed around the room, Crowley nervously fixing his dark raven hair, Crewel only looking back at Leona Kingscholar with his smoldering eye makeup, Challenging the young man.
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Azul’s breath came shallow, his eyes squinting as he made sure it was truly what he was thinking.
No, that's preposterous....
Pushing his golden rimmed glasses up once more he looked up at the lady.
His reflection in her eyes showed fear as she saw the way Azul's gaze turned, shifted into another person.
Every deal, Every lingering touch, Any moment you two were together as you were "Him".
How ironic for him right?
“I trapped you in contracts,” Azul murmured hoarsely, swallowing thickly he let his voice waver slightly, “While you were already imprisoned.”
Azul held his arms outstretched for you in the phantom doorway, only trying to touch the new you, being guided by your almost angelic form he felt.
“Tell me,” Azul whispered, voice dark with need and guilt as he gazed into your own true eyes with his ever clear blue ones, “did you ever hate me for loving a version of you that didn’t exist?”
Tears slid silently down her cheeks, your eyes looking back at him with a lazy stupor.
"I never knew that's what you truly thought of me"
That answer destroyed him.
“I’ll own Crowley’s soul for this,” Azul repeated, his truth was all that mattered anyways.
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Kalim felt terror bloom strike his very chest, arms out in shock near his face.
Not fear of the new you however.
“You’re going to disappear again, aren’t you?” Kalim began to sob, voice breaking.
You only hesitated as you looked at him with befuddlement.
That was enough.
Kalim grabbed her hands desperately. “you don't have to be afraid of who you truly are" He rubbed his eyes profusely as he looked at you.
Magic pulsed around him, wild and golden.
“I don’t care what you are,” he sobbed. “I just— I just want you to be with me no matter what your true identity is (Name)"
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Vil’s beautiful and truly hypnotic gaze was sharp, reverent, and furious.
if only you would have been honest with him, after all, you know him- he would never make you feel embarrassed about being a female in Night Raven College.
They had sculpted perfection from you against your own will, and Vil knew already who was the one responsible for this awful transgression.
He circled, trying to absorb more of what you truly looked like under all the potions and magic that had been forced into your body, the true beauty that you posessed.
“They stole your reflection,” he announced coldly, his perfect nose sticking up as he rolled his eyes, “Your youth. Your choice.”
His fingers wanted to be closer to lift your chin with dangerous gentleness, though he only crossed them and narrowed a perfect brow, “And still you are more breathtaking than anything they manufactured.”
His lips curved, cruel and tender all at once.
“Let them trick us again,” Vil whispered. “I will teach them what real ugliness is.”
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Idia was shaking.
This was even worse than any nightmare he had since he was a little kid.
He had confessed to liking a boy, you'd seen his room, and even seen his Dream when Silver and the Prefect had awoken you from your sleep to save everyone.
D-Dammit
he bit his fingernails as he gazed into the door your stood at.
And now—
“You were suffering and I was worried about god knows what,” he choked out as he watched you sitting in front of him practically.
“(Name), you hid your whole existence and still saved us all.”
“…Do you still want to be with me?”
"Even if I know your true secret" he nervously laughed unable to make eye contact to his digital goddess as he nicknamed you immediately at seeing your real face.
Your answer was a whisper but light enough he could understand what you said as quick as a heartbeat.
“Yes.”
He nearly broke apart in relief.
Only then as you said that word.
The garden darkened behind you in the realm, whitening roses and rotting limbs, you even looked shocked as your white dress began to become sullied as you watched your fantasy die in real time.
The sky cracked open in a fissure.
Malleus descended from the fractured sky like a fallen god, interrupting everything like a omnipresent god.
“I wondered when the illusion would end,” he sadly mused to himself, brushing the nice suit he had on, his Draconia scaled vibrant on his forehead.
He had always known, even before he became a witness to everyone's true dreams and desires after the fallout of Lilia leaving.
Souls did not lie and neither do dreams.
He approached you slowly, reverently and cautious as you only sadly looked down at your feet in the rotting dream around your true form.
“They forced you to fracture yourself,” Malleus announced, eyes glowing with sorrow and rage. “And still your heart shone brighter than any dragon’s fire.”
He knelt before you so you could actually see him.
A prince before a girl who had survived gods and men alike in this wicked world is how he visualized it in his head.
A hero instead of being a Villain.
His hand closed around hers.
The dream began to collapse.
Reality tried to drag her away.
But seven hands seized her.
Refused.
Held.
And as the world shattered, one promise echoed through the void:
They would burn the world before letting (Name) be stolen again because of the consequences of the magic you had been cursed with.
Hi, I was wondering if you could do the Housewardens and Jamil x a fem reader, but the reader is a short queen (shoutout to the short queens out there), like she has a petite and slender figure, a small chest size, and is 5'3 or below? How would the boys react? (It can either be them comforting her being self-conscious about her size or maybe some fluffy or comedic shenanigans, cutesy stuff, etc.)
Here ya go! One tooth rotting fluffy request <3.
(No TWs! Only fluff :))) )
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Riddle Rosehearts
At first, Riddle doesn’t pay much attention to your height—rules are rules, no matter your size YOU ARE NOT EXEMPT FROM THE HEARTSLABYUL HOUSE WARDEN. As he spends more time with you though, he finds himself softening whenever you tilt your head up at him when you talk to him. It makes him feel oddly protective despite being normally the shortest around. Or like when you ask for a book high up, He’ll fuss to you:
“Honestly, you could have just called for me! What if you fell?” he'd bicker.
Riddle also secretly adores when you walk beside him following alongside the proud Queen, your shorter stride making him unconsciously slow down so you don’t have to rush. He’d never admit it aloud, but he likes the feeling of being someone you can lean on <3.
Leona Kingscholar
Leona smirks the first time he notices your height difference, leaning an elbow on your head just to annoy you.
“Tch, you’re barely taller than Cheka-I could pick you up with one arm.”
But the teasing hides how much he likes it and you. Something about your cute small frame against his tall, broad one makes his animalistic side come out. Leona pulls you close during naps, wrapping you up in his arms like you’re the perfect-sized pillow. When you pout at his jokes, he presses his forehead against yours and mutters, “Don’t worry, herbivore. I like you just the way you are.” <3
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul is gleeful when he notices you being extremely small and precious, a dainty little thing. Azul insecure about himself, so having someone smaller than him makes him puff up with pride in his eyes. He’ll open doors for you, pull out chairs, and insist on carrying your things like a good boyfriend should.
“A delicate pearl like you shouldn’t strain yourself,” he says with a pleased smile.
When you rest your head against his chest, his heart races. He feels like he’s finally found someone who fits perfectly in his arms. Azul may overthink things, but he genuinely wants to shield you from anything unpleasant. He secretly loves when you rely on him for help reaching high shelves in the Mostro Lounge especially when you dress in a skirt... 💕
Kalim Al-Asim
Kalim is a little sunshine about it. He doesn’t see your size as a bad thing at all—he sees you as adorable.
“You’re so cute! I just wanna hug you forever!”
He gets overexcited and sometimes sweeps you off your feet without warning, twirling you around. He loves how easy it is to hold your hand or wrap you up in his arms. Kalim doesn’t tease or treat you like you’re fragile, he just showers you in affection. You can’t go a day without him calling you his “treasure.”
Jamil Viper
Jamil notices your petite figure with a quiet sigh—he knows everyone will notice it. He rolls his eyes when Kalim calls you cute, but deep down, he agrees. Jamil himself is more subtle, though.
“Here, stand on this. I’ll hold it steady,” he says, pushing a stool closer when you’re reaching for something high.
He pretends it’s troublesome, but in truth, he likes being the one you depend on. When you’re by his side, your presence feels light but grounding. Late at night, when you lean into him, he finds himself tightening his arm around you just to make sure you stay.
Vil Schoenheit
Vil raises a brow when he sees you standing beside him. At first, he critiques—“Posture, darling; Just because you’re petite doesn’t mean you should shrink further.” That’s his way of caring. He finds your height and small frame aesthetically pleasing in its own right.
He’ll tailor advice for your size, helping you find outfits that make you look elegant without overwhelming your frame. When he sees you trying hard despite being smaller than most students, he smiles softly.
“You shine brilliantly, no matter your stature. Don’t forget that.”
Idia Shroud
Idia short-circuits the moment he notices how small you are compared to him. His brain goes into overdrive.
“Y-you’re like… so small… l-like, pocket-sized! N-not that I’d actually put you in my pocket or anything! That’s creepy—oh man, I’m shutting up.”
He panics, but inside, he thinks you’re the cutest thing ever. Online, he gushes anonymously about having an S-tier “small gf.” When you cuddle up to him during gaming, he nearly drops his controller because your tiny frame against his side makes his heart explode.
Malleus Draconia
Malleus is enchanted by your size difference. He’s always been towering and intimidating, so when you stand beside him, gazing up with no fear, his heart softens.
“You are… so small, little one. And yet, you look at me without trembling. Fascinating.”
He’s gentle with you, as if you’re the most precious thing in his world. When you walk together, he unconsciously shields you with his presence. Holding your hand feels delicate—his large hand completely engulfing yours. To him, you’re not just petite—you’re a symbol of trust and warmth in his otherwise lonely life 💕
Hi have you read the manhwa about apollo the god of sun its named for the goddesses, for daphne. So i was thinking housewarden x f reader inspired by that story, only if you knew the story(T-T). But its just almost the same of the myth story of apollo falling for a nymph.
I haven't read the Manhwa BUT I SAW ONE PANEL AND SCREAMED!!! I might read it on my breaks because oh thats spicyyyyy. I have read the myth of Apollo and the nymph tho so I'll base it more off of that if that's okay anon! :)))
Sweet Nymph (The Seven Housewardens x Fem! Nymph reader)
Tw: mentions of non con, Imprisonment, Yandere content, forced marriage, Virginity loss.
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Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle never thought he would finally catch you.
Annoyed with how elusive you were despite him possessing the powers of Law and Rose's.
Immediately lying with you as to add to his conquest despite your protests and whines, eventually melting into pleasure and intimacy before long, letting you rest on his small thin frame.
Though... a problem of the past he muses as Riddle examines the small mark on your neck, finally sleeping after your big emotions he is elated he was able to mark you using ancient rules a slip of the tongue vows written into the mythical magic itself.
You are cherished like a porcelain relic.
When you rise you try to take yourself away, jumping into the mortal realm refusing his love.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you (Name)" He chuckles, with a snap of his fingers appeared the painful stinging of thorns.
Shock as you watched these red pin prick dots form on your flesh, The roses root into your skin painful as it forced you to the ground.
To escape the suffocating perfection of his love, you beg the Queen of Hearts’ magic to release you.
However he pauses and thinks of something, something dastardly, in his mind as he looks at your thorn bound body, a permanent tattoo of his presence.
"If you will forever be my lovely wedded wife of rose, maybe the thorns will be unable to cut your beautiful body any longer my love" he snickers as he watches the sparkle of hope fade from your hues.
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Leona Kingscholar
Leona marries you once you fall for his trap, disguising himself as a relative of yours worked too well, he had to remind himself to thank his faithful followers Ruggie when he remembered.
The other gods frown upon the beautiful god but he refuses to let anyone else have you, since love to him is ownership—
He calls you his queen, his oasis, his proof that something in his life chose him.
It hurts him inside that you only stare at him with disgust and rage at your forced hand in the marriage.
But his love is heavy. Overbearing. A sun that never sets.
When you finally decide to run, the desert answers before he can, using his powers of the savanna
Your body sinks into the ground like the earth swallowing itself, your wrist being bounded with rock and granite like handcuffs and a collar.
Chained to the savanna like he is.
Smiling as you only watch with more distain, your clothes trading for a glowing yellow cloth covering your chest and nether region, now similar to the god who only has a loin cloth over his chiseled form.
“You’re still mine,” he says, "even if you cry to the earth it will only release you to I"
Head held down low you dont argue back.
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Azul Ashengrotto
You tried to resist him, You would never sleep with a sleezy God such as him- your words specifically, stating you would never fall for the fair skinned god of contracts and ocean.
As much as he desired to remind you of this, your little whines and mewls were all you could do under the pleasure he was providing to you under the clamlike canopy of his domain.
Beautiful as you let yourself get deflowered by him.
Nesting closer to your neck he began to bite and suckle the sensitive flesh where your neck was.
Making a contract to trap you was what he did, he never had his doubts but you were such a cleaver Nymph he thought you wouldn't sign it.
But now, your signature was sitting ontop of the stone pedestal where his throne was.
A vow sealed by contracts layered so deeply even you don’t remember signing them all, especially the one about procuring children after you were to be wedded.
He loves you desperately—but only when he owns every part of you.
Marking you as his wife, letting his lips leave marks on you, your body submitting to him.
Azul just hopes you don't realize how submissive he is for you.
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Kalim Al-Asim
Kalim marries you in joy and celebration of you finally being captured by Jamil.
Everyone believes you are happy. Even you almost believe it.
His love is radiant, overwhelming, constant.
There is no space to breathe.
When you realize loving him means never being alone again—not even in your thoughts—you silently hope to yourself a secret way out.
Kalim gets wind of your silent wish.
Threatening to curse his beloved to become a spirit of wind and music, forever drifting through Scarabia’s halls in another realm.
At least thats what your told by your sunshine if you refuse him, Kalim doesn't want you to return back to your realm after all.
Why would he reject the one Nymph that makes him happy?
Wrapping his heavily marked arms around your own body he chuckles to himself, nuzzling your neck as you stay stiff in fear of the powerful god.
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Vil Schoenheit
Vil knew he had to have you the minute he laid eyes on you: Adorable, stylish, perfect.
Luring you to the garden of his eden as he pretended to be a wounded nymph of your own race, lifting his dark ebony hood to reveal his truly beautiful face to you, capturing you with steel chains.
Scared and confused in all the marble and apple trees you are led to a secluded area of the garden.
His touch beginning to imprint of you...
After a strange daze filling you did you find yourself in his own mirror realm, fountains around evergreen trees and a marble temple fitting for the beautiful young god.
Draped in soft and see through linen you let Vil take control, guiding his large hands over your smaller body, feeling him gently caressing and softly kissing you everywhere, submitting to your new husband was all you could do.
Hidden from mortals and other gods alike, you were bound by Vil when you felt him release his seed into you, the unmistakable feeling of your body beginning to prepare for life from the god of beauty.
His hand resting on your lower abdomen he couldn't help admire the beauty of you and your soon to be heavily pregnant form.
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Idia Shroud
Idia forces you into his marriage once you've been found, that is what other gods do when they have strong feelings right?
Idia is always trembling, convinced loving you will destroy you despite Ortho reminding him you couldnt be effected by his power of death.
But Idia knows better, his new goddess of death might flee before the ceremony even comes.
He keeps you hidden in his domain, safe and sheltered from anyone thinking to be a hero and save you.
You stay faithfully by his side, I mean that is all you can do anyways, the labyrinth of his design is complicated even the most seasoned gods would have to think hard about escaping the underworld.
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Malleus Draconia
The god of Dragons Malleus finally captured you, the elusive Nymph that he saw in a field where he was wandering by.
You didnt fight back, but you also werent fawning over the God like he thought you would.
He loves you with patience measured in centuries.
Malleus's desire for you is smoldering, everytime you wander into his side of his vast golden field in his dominion it's like he wont leave you alone.
Worrying about your health and if you've been eating enough.
His followers also there all the time watching you.
It's why when you thought you could escape it was all for naught- one foot on the edge to escape his world and you felt the sharp sting of thorns around your wrists.
"Im disappointed you wouldn't try to tell me you were unhappy" he sighed, pulling you by the thorny chain around your wrists he pulled you all the way back to the center of his domain.
"I never asked for this" you said, his hand pulling your chin towards him, his eyes reptile like in nature as he gazed into you.
With a huff and then a chuckle he leans close to your ear.
"You know (Name)" he breathed heavily, "we never did consumate our marriage yet"
He pulled at the strip of fabric holding your robes together watching your body unfold in front of him.
"I'd never" you breathed backing away as much as you could with the long chain on your wrists.
"It's a punishment now" he let out a deep chuckle eyeing your body like a delicious meal spread for him.
"However you will see it as a good thing" He said in his more excited tone.
It was then you realized the implication, you were the god dragons property, forever and ever even longer than your life span would allow.
"Now come here my beautiful Nymph" he opened his arms spreading them for you showing off how broad and chiseled he was.
"Let me show you my love"
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Note: mehhh sorry it got so weird at the end I wrote this at midnight on 3 hours of sleep slsidjjdjdj
Where he starts to see her taking care of chekka and having a good relationship with his family in general,then he gets a baby fever,talks to the reader about having a baby and reader says that they dont think they ever want to have a baby because of the bad relationship with her parents and her dad being absent. and in the end,he babytraps her (SORRY ABOUT THE LONG REQUEST,IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT,JUST IGNORE IT PLEASE)
NOOO it's never too long of a request anon!!!!!! I love writing anything about Leona (his English voice has a chokehold on me-), hope you enjoy it!
Royal pains (Leona Kingscholar x fem! reader)
TW: Babytrapping, sex implied, yandere.
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You loved Chekka.
Despite the eerie cloudy gaze Leona possessed every time he watched you enter the palace carefree, seeing Chekka's eyes light up at your prescence, you didn't want it to deter you, after all you wanted to have a good relationship with anyone.
It puzzled you why he kept bringing you over with him despite his hatred for his family.
Today you were surprised however Leona didn't wander off and sulk into the kingdom the moment Chekka found you to play a board game with the little prince.
Instead sitting with his legs crossed, his face still pouting as he watched you make him laugh as you pretended to let him win every round you played with him.
"Uncle Leona~ you wanna play too?" he asked, oblivious to the negative energy Leona holds as he faces him with a unamused frown.
"Sure, I can play" he laughed, rising to his seat tail swaying behind him.
"Leona" you stared him down, you already knew what the bitter man was up to.
"What? he asked" he smirked back at you.
You only lowered your brow at the man, huffing you returned to the game in front of the both of you.
Leona didn't say anything only looking down at you, criss cross on the floor with the sweet boy in front of you playing checkers.
"You know (Name) I'm just trying to be more present so when we have our own kids-"
You froze, switching your demeanor for Leona's you wanted to say what you had on your mind, holding your tongue as you cleared your throat, rising to your feet.
"Leona let's go talk in your chambers"
Privately.
As prideful Leona ever was he only shrugged before walking back to where his chambers were deep in the palace.
"(Name) what's wrong?" Chekka tilted his head, even he could pick up on the underlying tension that was thrown down into the play room you were in.
"Nothing honey" you murmured, rustling his hair you placed a kiss on the top of his head, "I'll be right back and we can keep playing"
Your answer making him feel secure as he nodded his head, running off most likely for him to go look for his mother or his father.
Waiting until you couldn't hear his small footfalls you turned your attention to Leona.
The walk was a short one with how fast you were walking down the wooden logged floors that were everywhere in the sunset savanna.
"Leona", shutting the door behind you the prince only gazed at you with a playful smirk.
"Stop looking at me like I'm being ridiculous"
"you are being ridiculous, darling" he laughed a immature one at that, laying himself on his large platform bed watching you with a lazy daze.
"I told you never to joke about that, especially in front of Chekka"
You sharply inhaled your fist by your sides curling into themselves.
"I dont want people to start prying into my business"
"As if they won't once we tie the knot" he shrugged putting his arms behind his head yawning after he finishes his sentence.
"I only agreed to marry you if you never brought it up" you started top run your fingers into your hands.
"Oh come on (Name) that was a long time ago-"
You felt your eye twitch.
"You love Chekka, and he loves you along with the other kids in the sunset savannah, might as well have a cub of our own if it'll make my dandelion happy" Leona smiled, his eyes scanning your body with a sharp gaze. "besides Ive been thinking about how good you are as a wife in bed"
"If you think that is what is going to make me change your mind there must be something wrong with you" now it was your turn to huff, still standing away from Leona.
Leona sighed, grumbling as he gets up, his tail swooping low as he approached you, still standing far back from him you only squinted your eyes in frustration at him.
His big hands cupping your cheeks as he started procuring a smile.
Leona's breath fanning the side of your face you didn't dare glance into his eyes.
"You know you look awfully beautiful today"
Scrunching your face you didn't answer his attempt to charm you and keep you quiet.
"And what changed your mind? you said you didn't want to sleep with me in case we had a child" you rapidly fired from your lips.
Leona only raised a brow, though a smile still stretched on his devilishly handsome face, raising a dark tanned hand to your hair combing it to soothe you Leona hummed to himself.
"Maybe you convinced me when I saw how motherly you were being in front of Chekka"
Suddenly he began a barrage of kisses, one on your lip, tasting it and pulling wanting some access to your plump lips as his deep hues gazed into your shocked ones, you trying to pull back despite how hard of a task it was.
"I think I find that attractive, especially in a mate" he chuckled.
You finally raised a hand to his chest keeping him from taking your garb off, holding his much larger hands in your own felt like a difficult task.
"Leona, stop-" you murmured, low enough so no one would know what was possibly happening in his room.
Though, this only encouraged Leona, guiding you back to the bedroom with the strong grip he had on your one hand, now, you could have left.
But the way his smoldering gaze was held as he took off the only piece of clothing keeping his dark caramel chest from being revealed to you, the way he lowered himself in front of you parting your legs just right, a sensation you had never felt as you felt him began to tease your entrance.
Shuttering in pleasure you only allowed him to take your wrap top off, the intimacy you had never felt before was what let you indulge in his desires.
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...
You were silent.
It was hard for this to happen, especially the first time you ever engage in it.
Leona laying smug next to your swollen bump, barely visible under your long traditional waist garb, his instinct to stay close to you made your mood even worse than it had ever been.
Your bejeweled finger tips the signal of your status as Leona's wife shown to everyone.
"Ah-" he playfully grabbed at your hips pushing the bump closer to his ear.
"I like to hear their little movements" Leona patted the side he was closer to, nuzzling your bump affectionately.
"I told you I will be a loyal husband and father" he playfully laughed, "I'm nothing like the people you fear my love.
А что если бы старосты общежитий были пожарными-чтецами? Которые выполняли опасные задачи в родном мире. (Например, из телесериала о спасательных службах 11 сентября)
Яндере-лидеры общежития и читательницы-пожарные.
(Перевод Google)
(Translation to English via google translation:
What if the dorm leaders were firefighter readers? Who performed dangerous tasks in their home world. (For example, from a TV series about the 9/11 rescue services.)
Yandere dorm leaders and firefighter readers.
(Google translation))
oh my gosssssssh IM a sucker for these kinds of shows (cough* LAW AND ORDER! COUGH 911!!!!!!!) I like that this challenges me cause I've never thought what the boys would do about a selfless darling vs them b being little gremlins (Except Kalim and Silver).
anyhow:
TW: Gender Neutral, First responder Darling!, Yandere (implied)
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Riddle Rosehearts was the first to know about your secret of being so important in your world where you were taken from.
“You entered a burning building willingly? without any magic?” he asked, Riddle's soft slate grey hues sharp with disbelief—and something deeper.
Slightly caught off guard by the sudden outburst you answered him with a slight shrug, leaning back in the courtyard seat below you.
“Yes,” you sighed, “People were inside, even if we had magic to protect us I would have done it regardless"
“That’s against at least ten rules of self-preservation you know (Name)"
Riddle stared at you for a long moment. His fingers tightened around his teacup, as he watched you with a strange disdain, you didn't know why he was taking it so personal as if he was the one doing the various acts you would share with everyone at the Heartslabyul table.
Finally, Ace broke the odd tension in the air asking about another related topic of your service, Riddle still silently musing to himself.
From that day on, Riddle began watching you more closely, different from the admiration and his usual speech about how brave someone as magic less as you was doing that kind of work back in your home world.
Though it was when he changed his pace to a more authoritative figure, correcting you more often about how you held things or when you would do something he deemed reckless.
“You must follow structure,” he insisted. “If you act recklessly, you could—”
“Look, Riddle, I appreciate your concern, really” you said gently, masking the annoyance in your stern tone.
"However, you policing what I do as a career is very weird, you act as if I'm your boyfriend" You tried to joke it off.
That only made it worse, even with your warning.
Maybe because you had experience and the fact you didn’t need him, was why he was putting pressure on you.
Not being that sweet soft partner he wanted.
Riddle didn’t like that feeling at all.
He watched with his sweet obedient mask slipping off, only crossing his arms as he watched you in the following days, You were going to soon realize what his concerns were about, if he staged something in the following days to test you and see what he was warning you about you would stop all of your boasting and realize your new boyfriend knows what's right.
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Leona Kingscholar pretended he didn’t care.
At first though, hearing all of the people in the dorm focus on your tales that included all of the bravery a hero would have in their own tale.
“Oi, herbivore,” Leona muttered, predatory eyes watching you haul equipment twice your size alone in the secluded hallways of your dorm's hallway towards the back.
“You trying to prove something?” hips out as he crossed his arms cornering you in the nightfall area.
“Just doing what needs to be done.” you responded, shrugging as you dropped the massive piece of furniture you had been pushing for most of the evening.
“Tch"
Though despite his words he only silently watched as you managed to get the piece of furniture down the hallway by yourself into the empty dorm room.
Was it jealousy? or was he simply insecure.
Whatever it was caused him to watch you closer, lying nearby while you trained.
Watching through half-lidded eyes as you practiced rescue techniques. without the use of a magical wand had him only glare towards you.
That night, when no one else was around, he spoke again—low, dangerous.
Asleep as you would be, he only touched the side of your muscular figure, being sure to absorb all of you in his mind, the arms that saved people in another world, your eyes tired even when they were closed from the stress of a job such as that.
“If you die doing something stupid like that dumb career here in twisted wonderland…” he paused., chuckling before he finished his next words.
“…I’ll destroy any sense of selflessness from you darling”
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Azul Ashengrotto saw something else entirely when he found out about your unique job.
“Your world values heroes like you, correct?” Azul asked, smiling politely as he folded his hands across from the polished table in the mostro lounge, watching you from the dark booth you sat in comfortably, sipping on the melon soda float with ease.
“Sometimes,” you perked up, hoping he would have something to give you to talk about.
“Fascinating., I'm fortunate to have met a magic less human such as yourself and yet here you’re just another student.” He curled his lip in with glee.
He leaned closer to you his look of innocence all you could notice.
“I could change that (Name)"
You frowned at the implication, feeling more uncomfortable than before.
“I’m not interested in being a zoo animal Azul"
“Not in that sense” Azul corrected smoothly,
“Protection is what I mean" he curtly responded, "I can grant you your wish to be as popular as you were in your world while keeping a low profile and you just help me out with some things"
Your eyes narrow and your calm smile finally dropping into a frown you didn't hear anymore of the shady Dormleader's words any longer, leaving the lounge without another word to the dismay of Azul.
"Dammit" Azul said slamming his fist, "I was so close to it" he cursed underneath his breath.
After that night it seemed the Contracts appeared more frequently after that, finding their way to you in your dorm, in class, or even alone at lunch the stupid golden contract followed you.
You declined every time, no matter how fancy the writing was or worded it was apparent Azul had nothing good up his sleeve with his offer.
Azul’s smile tightened just a little more, you were just being hard to get, but for guys like Azul that would never be a issue, he would have to work hard to convince you to sign yourself to him.
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Kalim Al-Asim thought you were amazing, of course following you around like you were the biggest celebrity in Twisted wonderland.
“You’re like a hero from a story!” Kalim beamed hugging you closer to himself “Running into fires to save people? That’s incredible!”
You laughed. “It’s just my job.” you brushed your shoulder where he was, only gleefully poking your strong arms as he watched you.
“Still! You’re so brave! (Name)"
He invited you everywhere he could think of, sending Jamil to invite you to all of the meals, celebrations, late-night conversations.
You are Kalim's whole world.
But beneath his bright smile, something shifted.
Because every story you told ended the same way:
Besides almost losing your life snuffing it out in an instant you always reiterated you would not return to twisted wonderland.
Finally, Kalim let it slip, his tone a bit deeper than usual.
“You won’t disappear, right?” Kalim asked one night, voice quieter than usual.
You blinked. “Disappear?”
“Like… going somewhere I can’t follow.”
You smiled softly. “I’m here now, isn't that enough?"
That answer didn’t satisfy him, it only confirmed his suspicions his heart broken as he realized you didn't feel the same as he did for you.
Not completely, but his determination to keep you here was enough to bring a new sense of hope to the young guy to keep his darling safe in twisted wonderland.
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Vil Schoenheit Thought it was a strange and uncouth; you? being a Firefighter in your world?
“Your posture is efficient,” he noted. “Not elegant, but purposeful.”
“Thanks… I think?” you said scratching the back of your neck, returning to churning the potion you were creating in the basement with the dormleader on another project you had been assigned to.
“You risk damage to your appearance regularly, do you realize this sweetheart?” Vil continued, circling you watching your strong body work once more. “Burns, scars… exhaustion, it should be something you do care to avoid more"
You shrugged, still not focusing on the dainty queen besides you.
“Comes with the job.” you answered without another thought.
“Unacceptable." he shrieked out.
Stepping back you paused to raise a brow at the now upset Dormleader in front of you.
"When you have someone that cares about you a selfless job like that should be discarded" he frowned crossing his arms before waltzing up the steep stairs back up, you confused about the outburst was all you could do, it was the first time anyone commented on your profession like that.
You tried limiting your contact with the fairest Dormleader afterwards, though it seemed they had to have been smitten with you, watching you preform your lifting duties and training from afar when Vil thought you weren't aware.
Vil was going to get through to you, and then you will realize how much he loves you over anyone.
-
Idia Shroud you never had met him in person before, but only when one random day when you felt like you were being watched.
Feeling on edge and your instincts kicking in you looked up to see a strange tablet circling close to you.
You froze terror at what was staring back at you, similar to a floating Tablet a strange sound like a wheezy laugh escaped the speaker.
“Running into fires eh?" another broken strange giggle erupted,
"carrying people out… that’s like… insane Main chara behavior…” It muttered.
"uh, thanks" you awkwardly said, stepping back from the tablet before running out of the open space you found yourself in.
later you learned from your peers it was Ortho Shroud's older Brother, Idia Shroud.
Mostly confused if you should have been flattered or worried about the strange faceless suitor you had.
Though, back in Ignihyde, the slumped awkward boy was sitting in his room admiring pictures and still videos of you dashing through out the school since you arrived.
He knew it was wrong though he couldn’t stop replaying most of the videos he had of you.
To Idia it were like something out of a game, the strange attractive prefect from another world was really a firefighter with no magic from another world.
The concept to the awkward boy was what made him fell in love with you even more.
only issue was, you were real, and Idia was....
Idia...
He tried to plan something in his mind, a way for you to come rescue him from the hypothetical jail of love and obsession he had for you.
something big for his (Name)....
-
Malleus Draconia understood you best he thought to himself, every midnight walk he would listen to your heroic tales inspiring him.
“You walk beside danger as if it were an old companion,” Malleus pointed out on one of these strolls.
You nodded. “I guess it is" you shrugged.
“Curious, (Name)" Malleus asked.
"You do not fear death, Most mortals fear taking risky jobs such as that for that very reason” Malleus mused.
“I respect it,” you replied, "I know the risks associated with being a hero"
“That is not the same" He questioned.
You met his gaze. “No, It's guess it's not"
You didn't want to argue with your friend, causing a conflict with the one friend you had that was always by your side in this foreign world.
Something ancient stirred behind his eyes, unrecognizable to you however"
“If your world demands your life so easily,” Malleus responded softly, “then perhaps it does not deserve such a wonderful and pure being"
A breeze curled around you—gentle, but firm.
Like a cage made of air, panic beginning to rise as you felt yourself rise up slightly in the air.
“You will remain here,” Malleus continued., his palm open as he controlled the magic without a magical pen.
“Where I can ensure your safety.”
Malleus smiled, before chuckling darkly.
You thought you were just a student, just someone from another world trying to adapt without having powerful powers such as your peers around you.
But to Malleus…
You were something else entirely, A bright Gem in the dust and earth, a flame that refused to go out.
A life that danced too close to the edge, the thing he had distain for you. And whether through rules, contracts, watchful eyes, or something far more dangerous—
"You'll be fine as my mate (Name)" he smiled.
"No more of that careless talk you possess" Malleus cooed.
