Imagine whats inside the mind and thoughts of the RSA cast when they realize you are dating their NRC counterpart, of course the heart of jealousy takes root.
Ooh, I care, I care, I care, like ribbons in your hair My stomach's all in knots, you got the one thing that I want
Twst men x reader ( minajael Tealrajah, rielle Corallia, Neige leblanche )
>> sorry if it's a little messy and I'm still waiting for the realest of the others.
MINAJAEL
When he first met you, it was outside of the palace–when he was running off from his attendance he accidentally bumped into you while you were eating at a food stand. He would graciously pay for it but he could hear the footstep of his attendance coming close, for some reason he decided to grab your hand and involved you in this conflict. When you and him manage to get away from the crowd, he immediately apologizes for dragging you into this. But first he is a Little confused that you seem not to recognize him, either his disguise is good or you don't know him–which is a relief for him because he doesn't need to worry about a scandal. Originally he wanted to follow you, originally you denied because you thought he was a theft due to the amount of people that were chasing him–honestly he doesn't know whether or not he should be impressed that you called a prince a thief or you deadass have no clue who he is.
By the uniform, it looks like you are a student of Night Raven College his rival school. Since there's extra time before the tournament began, you and him decided to explore. He was about to ask what route would you guys take to not be caught but in the corner of his eye, he saw you jump from the window–instead of hearing a thud he saw that you were sitting in a flying carpet, since the design looks similar towards ones that his cousin kalim own–he thought you might steal it so at first he was the one that didn't want to go with you. You started to get annoyed by him but decided to swallow it down because this dude might be a big shot due to the way he talks, you extended your hand towards him similar towards how your boyfriend kalim did when the first time he takes you on a joy ride–"do you trust me" you asked him. He replied with "no" but after a few seconds and you are still extending your hand to his, he sighed and took it.
That day was the best day of his life, despite being a prince–minajael would envy how his cousin was allowed to have such freedom. He saw the skies as well as going on adventures with you, heck you and him even almost got caught. The entire time, he could none stop looking at you with longing as well as amusement–he envies your freedom yet feels more relaxed around you. But it seems the sun's about to be settled and both of you have to return, it seems he was upset but agreed. That night, he dreams of the sweetest dreams about a person he wants to spend his life with.
Since you are a student of NRC, he assumes that he will meet you again and he did. During intermission, he decided to look for you wanting to keep talking to you–he did find you, but in the presence of his cousin kalim. A sudden punch in the gut happened inside his stomach, despite you and him met at such a short time–he genuinely feels a spark between you and him more than the princesses his family try to set up. It seems you and kalim are close... Seeing his cousin arms around your waist leaning his head on your shoulder make a brewing jealousy on his heart, yet you didn't push Kalim away–you simply enjoy his affection.
He retreated back towards the room he was staying passing rielle who looked confused why is he walking so fast and looking so distraught. Minajael refused to be seen like this, it makes him feel weak but the image of you and his cousin circle around his thoughts. "Do you trust me" is a line that is constantly repeated in his mind, a knife is twisting in his stomach. Thousands of thoughts come up in his head, do you like his cousins because he is energetic as well as beautiful. His cousin is nice and caring, while he's more tense as well as having a hard time letting people in–would you love him more if he changes his style to match his cousins, his thoughts were interrupted with rielle checking up on him because the announcement was soon to begin–and he started with a bitter pill to start.
RIELLE
You met the prince when you were, walking around–you were acting as an announcer for Crowley during the games as well as Crowley little helper. While you were carrying some paper, some guy was excitedly running around checking everything and slipping into you causing all the papers you were carrying fall. He immediately apologized and picked the papers, but suddenly stopped. Unfortunately it seems you were not focused on the seventh prince of the coral seas who was looking at you star struck, you pick up your stuff and left in a hurry.
As your silhouette fades away from the hall, rielle is left sitting in the floor starstruck and wondering who's that charming person. Life as the seventh prince is not easy you know, he is constantly overlooked by people as well as his own family but this strange new feeling in his stomach warms his heart. Is this what humans called falling in love at first sight, if it is–then it's a beautiful feeling because now he's looking forward to meeting you again. Every time, when he sees a glimpse of you–he would drop everything to see you even going against his headmasters orders, people of the sefurce are beautiful he has to admit and you are the most beautiful one.
But recently he's been seeing you around with an old classmate of his during elementary school, Azul. You and him seem to be very close, thinking as if you and him are just friends but there's an underlying feeling of jealousy and a pain telling rielle that you and Azul are dating–but he guess he denies it. Back then, Azul was nothing but a person who was targeted by bullying as well as mockery of others due to being squid merman. He would pretend to bump into you and azuls hang outs ( dares ) , hoping by doing this–he would gain your attention.
Yet deep down he knows that the truth is that you and Azul were dating, the way you look at him and as well as how Azul would express his care with affection would make him jealous and stop in his tracks. Originally he thought by also giving you gifts and presents, it would cause you and him to be closer but it has the opposite effect. He wonders why he is not allowed to give you a gift while Azul can, isn't he also allowed to have gifts towards you. He started to grow bitter, not towards you or Azul but himself.
Recently he's been doing a lot of self comparison towards Azul and him, rielle notice on how Azul hair is almost perfect as well as not messy like his. If he's hair is like that would you know him, I mean it's understandable that you like Azul. He is cool as well as smart, talented as well as handsome unlike him, rielle is more energetic, often too whimsy for others taste and naive. Rielle would try to copy Azul movements and the way he confidently walked into a room, but he's unable to project the same atmosphere as him. In the end the prince is defeated, and has to see his beloved in the arms of another person. He wishes that you would turn around and look at him but you didn't, because you are too busy looking at Azul then him. That night, rielle is in his room–his hands are covering his faces but behind is a heartbroken man with tears running down his cheek–he looks at the night stand and sees a picture of you he took, grabbing the frame and cuddling with it.
NEIGE
Neige always has a feeling that you and vil have something special between the both of you. When he first met you, he thought he finally met his princess. He was absolutely captivated by you, because you help him get away from a group of crazy fans not to mention putting yourself in harms way for his safety making sure he doesn't get lost or discovered amongst the crowds of observers. He sees how hard working you are during the VDC, which is a quality he respects and admires from you.
He continued to try to meet you, by sneaking towards NRC when he had free time. As well as asking for your number from your teammates, he sees how you care for others as well as despite being a little strict on your familiar–you deeply cared for grim as well as taking care of him. Grim would wonder why a famous actor like neige would keep visiting the ramshackle dorm just to meet you, but he would often brush it off due to the amount of sweets as well as gifts the famous actor bring.
The Media has been obsessing over who's the fixation over neige dreams. Many of his fans are heart broken by the news that neige already found a princess and is now courting them. Although neige haven't reveal anything much towards the public due to the Respects of your privacy, students of NRC like ace and deuce has been caught of guard when the actor is sitting in your dorm drinking cup of tea with grim on his lap talking towards you as well as wanting to get to know you.
These visits have become a weekly habit, neige would clear his schedule just to meet you and get to know you–sometimes if the weather is too bad, he would stay at the dorm. And in that moment, he feels right at home–being in your presence brings him comfort. One day, it was a normal visit but it was interrupted by another student of NRC–he believes that his name was rook but for some reason, the hunter is not allowing him from entering the dorm. The hunter simply look at neige with a pitiful look, and without saying a word lead the actor hands towards a window. The sight makes neige frozen in his spot, using the window he could see you and vil in an intimate hug with each other–it seems you and the Pomifiore dorm leader are close.
A sudden pang in his heart, as if a knife twisted upon his once beating heart. You were never and would never be his, after seeing the hunters look–he excuse himself and retreat back into his home. He did not even care if he gets caught, the entire time of his walk–his mind is constantly trying to find what makes vil better than him, he could understand your preference–vil has a sharp and regal look while neige has a cute yet beautiful face. The more he thinks about it, the more the knife twists in his heart. You only see him as a friend, no wonder you were distant –you were already vils one true love and not his. And that truth hurt him more than ever, the next day his management declared that neige will be going on a break for not apparent reason but people assume that he is gushing over romance but it's pretty the opposite.
I can't wait to write more fics with the RSA characters especially jealousy and yandere ones.
because yuu's geniuenly my favorite character....... im still torturing them
[view p.2] - masterlist - more of yuu?
Yuu occasionally forgets details about their old world. First it’s small things like favorite snack brands, a classmate’s face, the route home from school. Then one day they realize they can’t remember their own bedroom clearly anymore.
Nobody at NRC fully understands how lonely being magicless is. The first years mentions it rarely but in a casual way, like 'oh yeah we forgot', but Yuu constantly lives with the awareness that if something goes wrong, they can’t protect themselves the same way everyone else can. They're thankful to have friends that protected them during the overblots even tho they felt utterly useless...
Ramshackle is cold because the dorm was abandoned for so long, and sometimes Yuu stays awake listening to the building creak, realizing there’s nobody in this world they truly belong with.
Grim notices when Yuu is homesick before anyone else does. He’ll start fights or act extra annoying on purpose just to distract them from crying.
Yuu keeps souvenirs from every dorm. Not because they’re sentimental, but because they’re terrified that if they ever go home, this world will disappear like a dream.
Some nights Yuu quietly wonders whether their family thinks they disappeared… or died. (I think I saw something about Yuu's original world being paused or something like that in one of the novels but im not too sure so...)
Ace is one of the first people to realize Yuu smiles differently around others versus when they’re alone.
Yuu gets used to being needed only during crises. They become “the reliable prefect,” but secretly start feeling like people only come to Ramshackle when everything is falling apart.
Malleus visiting Ramshackle late at night becomes important because he’s one of the few people who understands isolation. Neither of them says it directly.
After every overblot incident, Yuu becomes more afraid. Not of the overblots themselves, but of losing the people they’ve grown attached to.
There’s a version of Yuu that stops talking about going home because they realize NRC is home now… and that realization scares them more than anything.
Crowley promising “we’ll find a way home soon” starts hurting after a while because Yuu can tell he doesn’t (want to) know.
Yuu sometimes sits in on magic studies they can never use anyway. Not because they expect to learn magic, just because they want to feel included.
The students eventually stop calling Ramshackle “haunted” and start calling it “home,” and Yuu nearly cries the first time they overhear it.
If Yuu ever made it back to their original world, the loneliness would hit in subtle moments. Reaching for their phone to text Ace about something dumb. Hearing thunder and thinking of Diasomnia. Turning around to tell Grim a joke before remembering he isn’t there. And the worst part would be knowing nobody around them could truly understand why they miss a world that technically never existed.
i just saw your fic of the one where the twst boys realise how lucky they are to have yuu as their partner and its REALLY cute could i request that you do the same prompt with jamil, vil and jade pls 💗
【❝A Man Who Yearns Is A Man Who Earns pt. 2❞】
【Synopsis: In which your boyfriend realizes just how lucky he is to have you in his life.】
【Featuring: Jamil Viper, Jade Leech, and Vil Schoenheit】
【Tags: gn reader, reader is yuu/prefect, established relationship, light angst to fluff, the boys are down horrendous lol, mild hurt/comfort】
【Word count: Jamil (779) Jade (612) Vil (706) Total (2k)】
【a/n: hiya anon! Ty for requesting!! I’m glad you enjoyed part one and I hope you like this as well!! I think this might be my first time writing for Jade (if I remember correctly) which is crazy bc he’s actually one of my favorite twst characters!! I really gotta write for him and Vil more lol! Anyway, enjoy!! <3】
Being all sappy and lovey-dovey simply isn't in Jamil's nature. In fact, he finds it kinda cringe!
Over time, Jamil's heart has softened thanks to you. Actually, he had quite a bit to thank you for. Without you, he'd still be stuck in Kalim's shadow playing the loyal servant forever, but now — all because of you — he has the chance to shed that identity that held him back from so long and truly live up to his potential.
Jamil often gets in his own head, especially when it comes to you. He's the son of servants, a practical nobody with nothing but his magic to make up for it. He frequently wonders if he deserves you, if he can one day provide the life you deserve in the future.
Everything Jamil does, he does with you in mind. It's stressful, but you're worth it. You took a chance on him, so he has to repay you somehow for all the shit he's put you through.
"Sometimes I wonder how I ever managed to live without you." The thought slips past Jamil's lips in the quiet of this night, reverberating off his walls and bouncing back at him as though he's the one being asked the question.
"I dunno, probably wouldn't even know I existed. It's not worth thinkin' about, though. Get some sleep, Jam." Your reply — slightly slurred in your half-asleep state — makes it impossible for Jamil to fall asleep after hearing it.
Jamil holds you closer that night, his mind racing as he starts at the ceiling for what feels like hours on end. A tight, twisting feeling makes it hard to breathe. Jamil can vividly imagine being stuck in his miserable, unfulfilling life if it weren't for you, but what scares him more is the thought that the only gets to hold you like this because of a complete accident.
You're not from this world. You're not meant to be here, and yet you've changed his life so much, all because of pure coincidence. It's there in the darkness of his room with you cuddled up by his side, that Jamil realizes just how lucky he is to have you.
Come morning, you find yourself constricted in Jamil's embrace. You feel like a prey animal wrapped up in a viper's grip, about to be eaten whole, but you couldn't be safer and more content here.
"Babe, I need you to let me go, I gotta pee." Your plea is met with a grumble and Jamil pulling you closer. He's usually up before dawn to help out around the Scarabia dorm, to you're awfully surprised to find him still in bed at this time.
"Stay just a little longer, please." Oh, your heart just about melts right then and there. Your sweet Jamil would rather be buried alive than beg so nicely for your affection and attention.
"I don't wanna piss in your bed, honey."
"Fine, but I want you right back here within two minutes."
Reluctantly, Jamil releases you from his hold. He starts counting down the moment you leave his bed. If you're not back in two minutes, then he's coming to get you himself. Thankfully, it doesn't take you long to use the bathroom, wash your hands, and return to your very needy boyfriend.
"What's got you all clingy this morning?" Jamil groans at the teasing tone of your voice. Still, he wraps you up in his arms and pulls you closer the moment you hit the mattress.
"I'm not clingy." You have to stifle a laugh as Jamil buried his face against the crook of your neck. He can tell you're having a grand ol' time at his expense, so he sleepily enacts his revenge by playfully biting the curve of your neck.
"Hmmm, yes you are. I'm not complaining, though. I'm guessing you wanna stay in bed all morning?" If you didn't know any better, you'd say Jamil started purring the moment your fingers started to thread through his silken hair.
"All day, preferably." The words come out muffled against your neck as Jamil continues to kiss and nose at the sensitive skin. You really have to catch him first thing in the morning more often.
"Your wish is my command."
"You're too good to me."
"Nuh uh."
"Yes huh."
"Whatever. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to argue with your partner?"
"You're the only one arguing right now. Just be quiet and let me hold you."
"Fine, fine. You're lucky I love you."
"Hmm, love you too."
Hopefully Scarabia can function properly without Jamil for the day, because not even the end of the world is gonna get him out of bed.
Jade has discovered many new and wonderful things since arriving on land, but none of them compare to you.
Love wants something Jade was never looking for when he and Floyd rose up from the deepest depths of the Coral Sea. Now that he has it, he's never letting it go. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be this eel's partner, so don't be surprised now that you his for life. In fact, you're already a Leech, you just don't even know it yet.
Jade is an introspective eel. Often, his mind drifts to thoughts of your future together — thoughts that are so terribly distracting, but never fail to make him giddy. It's a terrible feeling, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't addicted to it. To think, Jade would have never gotten to experience such delights if he had never left home!
"I don't know how I ever lived life without you, dear. Truly, my life has been changed for the better with you in it." Jade isn't typically so… sappy, not unless he wants something. You're used to your boyfriend's devious ways and honey-coated words, but this is definitely a step-up.
"I'm sure you'd be just fine without me, Jade. I bet you'd still be terrorizing the Coral Sea with Floyd if I weren't around. Actually, you wouldn't even know I exist if I never ended up in this world."
For once, Jade is rendered wordless. For a guy who always has a response for everything, he's surprisingly quiet after that response.
Until now, Jade had never stopped to take the time and realize just how lucky he is to have you in his life. You're right, if you never stumbled into Twisted Wonderland, he wouldn't be blessed to experience you and your love. Somehow, this thought alone shakes the calm and collected facade that Jade is known for.
You know your dear boyfriend to be subtle with his affections, almost restrictive in a way. Usually, all you get is a few teasing touches and strategicly placed kisses that leave you clingy and wanting for more. Now it's Jade who's clinging. Oh, how the tables have turned.
These days you've found yourself wrapped up in Jade's lanky embrace more often than not. His kisses are sweeter, and his harsh bites have turned into playful nibbles. He's even started cooking food for you without his mushrooms in them! Honestly, you're sure some sort of weird spell or curse has been put on Jade, but he assures you otherwise.
"I promise you I have no ill intentions, darling. Do you really think so little of me?" You've never seen an eel try to make puppy eyes, but you suppose there's a first time for everything.
"Well, forgive me for being suspicious! You're just not usually so… clingy, ya know?"
"I am simply expressing my love in a more deliberate manner, my dear. If you prefer, I can return to my usual underhanded tactics. Say the word and I shall, but I must say I quite like lavishing you with my affections."
You respond not with words, but my pulling Jade into a harsh kiss, one that he — much to your shock and awe — answers tenderly. The roles really have been reversed, and you're not sure if you like it or not.
Jade's usually all teeth and tongue, but now he kisses you with the delicacy of a butterfly. Thankfully, the uncharacteristically soft press of his lips against your own helps you to make up your mind. You can definitely get used to this side of Jade.
Maybe a clingy eel isn't so bad after all.
Vil Schoenheit is not a man who concerns himself with life's what-ifs, but that's changed since you stepped into his life.
Sweet domestic fantasies of a future with you invade Vil's mind more often than he cares to admit. He likes to imagine life with you after NRC; a simple existence where he can spoil you rotten, show you off on red carpets, fall asleep by your side, and wake up to your face each and every morning.
You've touched Vil's life in a way that's changed him for the better. No longer does he call and vie for some nebulous idea of perfection. You taught Vil that he's perfect the way he is — flaws and all, and for that he's eternally grateful.
"Do you ever think about what life might have been like if we'd never met?" Vil has asked himself this very question countless times before posing it to you, and though he doesn't like to dwell on all of life's possibilities, this is one that seems to have taken permanent residence in his mind.
"Well, you probably would have never even known I'd existed, to be honest. I guess you'd have it pretty easy since you wouldn't have to fret over me all the time." The jovial tone of your reply threatens a frown from Vil, but he quickly reminds himself of all the wrinkles that may result, so instead he presses his lips into a thin line.
That's not exactly the response Vil was looking for, but the fact that your words ring true stirs up some unidentifiable feelings within him.
What would life be like without you? Would Vil still be bitter and vain, constantly hiding his obsessive pursuit of perfection behind a veneer of poise and elegance? He can't believe he was ever that person. You changed Vil irrevocably, and now he can't imagine living without you.
Vil Schoenheit is a man that values his personal freedom, so you can't help but wonder what's up when he suddenly starts hovering. You're used to him lingering and providing you with gentle encouragement and stern, but loving advice, but this is something else entirely. You're definitely not complaining, though.
"You're the one who wanted to watch this movie, Vil, the least you could do is pay attention." Vil lets out an offended huff, but snuggles closer to you despite his irritation. Your fairest queen is practically draped across you, with his head resting on your chest and one of his legs thrown over your hips, essentially trapping you in his loving embrace.
"I've seen this film a million times, love. You're far more interesting anyway." There's an almost lovesick quality to Vil's voice, something soft and sentimental that only slips out during these rare moments. It's quite cute seeing the typically infallible Vil all sweet and lovey-dovey.
"What's up with you? You've been all clingy lately. I'm not complaining, of course, I'm just curious about what brought this on."
"Can't a man be affectionate with his partner without there being a deeper reason behind it?"
You don't even bother to stop yourself from chuckling at Vil's petulant response. He's seriously too cute for his own good; especially when he buries his face against your chest, hiding among the silken fabric of the matching pajama set he bought you. Hopefully, Vil doesn't notice the frantic beating of your heart.
"You're cute when you’re clingy." Your words lose their teasing edge as you lean down to press a kiss against the top of Vil's head. The action earns a pleased hum from him as he squeezes you closer.
"I'm not clingy, sweet potato. I'm simply a man in love, one who's realized just how lucky he is to have such a lovely partner by his side." Softly and wistfully, Vil leans onto capture your lips in a kiss. The words of love and affection might not come easily to him, but he can fully convey his devotion to you much easier this way. Neither you nor Vil will ever grow tired of exchanging your feelings through more physical means.
The movie plays on, long forgotten as you and Vil lose yourselves in your own little world. You two should have movie nights more often.
The idea of Malleus passing away after you die of old age. After building a life after graduating from NRC, having children, being his lover, you pass away from old age.
Even when Malleus said that he would find a way to make your life span like his, you wish for him not to do so, because you've already lived your life.
He didn't die of illness, poisoning, or anything; no, he just couldn't bear the thought of living life without you.
His soul, so tightly bound to yours, can no longer endure the weight of existence without you.
And your children understood.
That even though they lost you, their parent.
Their father, Malleus, lost the love of his life, his life partner, his one and only.
And so they buried the two of you together, side by side, because an eternity without you was no eternity at all.
Serving: Dorm Leaders' Reactions to Seeing Scars Caused During Their Overblot (Romantic S/O)
Please be advised that this "dish" contains themes of emotional distress, guilt, physical injury (scarring), and past trauma. It is a heavy meal, but one I hope is prepared to your satisfaction.
👑 Riddle Rosehearts
For Riddle, the overblot was a complete shattering of his self-control, the very thing he prided himself on. The scars you bear from his rage would be a perpetual monument to his greatest failure.
You're in his room, perhaps helping him organize some textbooks. You stretch, and your shirt sleeve rides up, revealing a faint, jagged line on your forearm. It's faded, almost silver now, but unmistakably a scar. Riddle, who prides himself on noticing every detail, freezes. His eyes fixate on it, wide with dawning horror. He doesn't need to ask. He knows. A shard of teacup, a stray thorny vine… something from his uncontrolled rampage.
His face drains of color, paler than a rose that's never seen the sun. He reaches out a trembling hand, fingers hovering inches from your skin, as if afraid to touch it and make it real. "That… that's from… from me," he whispers, his voice barely audible, thick with self-loathing. He pulls his hand back abruptly, clutching his own arm tightly. His gaze is filled with a raw, agonizing regret. He won't meet your eyes, ashamed. "I… I did that to you. I swore I would protect you. I hurt you. How… how could you ever forgive me for such a transgression?" Every time he sees it, the internal punishment he inflicts upon himself is harsher than any rule he'd ever impose on others. He’d spend days trying to compensate, making sure you are perfectly pampered, yet always with that shadow of guilt in his eyes.
🦁 Leona Kingscholar
Leona, despite his lazy façade, carries immense pride and a deep-seated protectiveness for those he considers "his." To have harmed you, his chosen partner, during his moment of weakness, would be a festering wound to his pride and his very nature as a predator who safeguards his mate.
You're lying together on the Savanaclaw lounge couch, lazily tangled. Your head is on his chest, and his hand is idly tracing patterns on your arm. His fingers brush over a patch of slightly raised skin on your shoulder blade, near your collarbone. It's a burn scar, from the scorching sands or the raw magic of his overblot. He stops moving, his tail, which was softly thumping against the cushion, goes still. His green eyes open slowly, narrowed slightly as he looks at the scar. He doesn't need to ask what it is or how you got it. His memory, sharp despite his feigned indifference, brings back the flashes of uncontrolled power.
A low growl, almost imperceptible, rumbles in his chest. It's not anger, but a deep, primal self-disgust. He gently lifts your head, turning you to face him. His thumb brushes over the scar, a feather-light touch that speaks of careful reverence, not possessiveness. "This…" he begins, his voice rougher than usual, filled with a rare, naked vulnerability. "This is my fault. I put this on you." His gaze locks with yours, a deep, unsettling sadness in their emerald depths. He pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair, holding you tighter than before, as if to physically prevent any further harm from ever reaching you again. The scar serves as a constant, bitter reminder of the moment he failed to be the king, the protector, he should have been for you.
🐙 Azul Ashengrotto
Azul prides himself on his meticulous control, his ability to manipulate situations to his advantage. His overblot was the ultimate loss of that control, exposing his deep insecurities. To see a physical mark he inflicted on you, his cherished (and often calculated) partner, would be a testament to how far he truly fell.
You're helping him organize some obscure magical texts in his office. As you reach for a high shelf, the back of your hand brushes against his. He catches sight of a pale, star-shaped scar on your wrist, just above your palm. It's small, but distinct—a remnant from the debris or chaotic magic during his overblot. His movements, usually fluid and precise, halt entirely. His eyes widen, and he stares at it as if it were a grotesque, alien thing. His breathing becomes shallow, almost imperceptible.
He gently takes your hand, turning it over to examine the scar closer. His touch is so light it's almost clinical, yet there's a profound tremor in his fingers. "This…" he whispers, his carefully constructed composure crumbling. His usual suave demeanor vanishes, replaced by a raw, youthful anguish. "This is from that time, isn't it? From… me." His grip on your hand tightens, then loosens, as if torn between wanting to hold you close and fearing he might inflict further damage. He meets your gaze, his blue eyes filled with a terrifying mix of shame, despair, and a self-loathing so potent it feels like he's drowning in it. "I promised you everything. I swore I would only bring you advantages. Instead, I… I branded you with my own wretched failure." The scar serves as an eternal stain on his perceived perfection, a wound he feels deep within his own soul.
🐍 Jamil Viper
Jamil's overblot was born from a lifetime of suppression, resentment, and the desperate craving for freedom. To see a scar he inflicted on you would force him to confront the ugly, uncontrolled side of himself he usually keeps so carefully hidden. It would be a stark reminder of the poisonous emotions that festered within him.
You're sitting together, watching the sunset over the desert. You lean back against him, comfortable and at ease. His hand instinctively goes to your neck, a casual, protective gesture. His fingers graze something small, a slightly rough patch of skin right at the base of your skull, partially hidden by your hair. It’s a faint cut, a tiny, almost invisible line from a piece of debris during the overblot. His hand stills. The comfortable warmth emanating from him suddenly cools. He leans closer, gently pushing your hair aside to reveal the mark.
His eyes narrow, not in anger, but in a tense, chilling self-reproach. His jaw clenches so tightly you can see the muscle jump. "This is… from that day," he states, his voice flat, devoid of its usual inflection. It's not a question. He pulls his hand back as if burned. He won't look at you, instead staring fixedly at the horizon, but his expression is etched with a cold, piercing regret. "I lost control. I saw black, and I nearly… I nearly hurt you beyond repair." He forces himself to look at you then, and his dark eyes are filled with a desperate, almost pleading apology. "I despise that part of myself. That I could ever be so… careless with what I value most. That I could mark you like that." He'll pull you back, but his embrace will be hesitant, filled with a deep fear of the monster he knows lurks within.
👠 Vil Schoenheit
Vil values beauty, perfection, and careful cultivation above all else. His overblot was a terrifying distortion of his ideals, a moment where he felt grotesque and out of control. To see a physical flaw, a scar, he caused on you, his beloved, would be a profound violation of his own aesthetic and his deepest personal beliefs.
You're in his dressing room, helping him select accessories for a photoshoot. As you reach for a choker, your hand brushes his, and he catches sight of a thin, almost silvery line on your inner wrist. It's a scar, subtle but noticeable, from a deflected magical attack or a piece of jagged mirror from his overblot. His perfectly manicured hand pauses mid-air. His elegant fingers reach out, tracing the scar with a feather-light touch, as if trying to ascertain its texture, its permanence. His brow furrows, a deep frown marring his usually flawless expression.
His eyes, usually filled with fire and ambition, are now clouded with a deep, sorrowful concern. "My dearest," he murmurs, his voice unusually soft, thick with pain. "Is this… is this from me? From that wretched display of ugliness?" He gently takes your wrist, his thumb stroking the scar with a tender reverence. "I… I tainted your perfect skin. I marred you. That grotesque display… it left its mark, didn't it?" He shakes his head slowly, a profound sense of failure weighing him down. "I am meant to make things beautiful, to elevate. Instead, I scarred the one person I cherish most." He'll kiss the scar, a gesture of desperate apology, as if trying to magically erase the evidence of his destructive ugliness.
💻 Idia Shroud
Idia's overblot was born from fear, anxiety, and the crushing burden of responsibility. He avoids confrontation and the 3D world altogether. To have physically harmed you, his safe haven and beloved escape, would be his ultimate nightmare come true—proof that even he, in his isolation, can cause irreversible damage.
You're finally coaxing him out of his room for a walk around the campus, a rare victory. As you reach for his hand, his eyes glance down, catching sight of a small, discolored patch on your knuckle, a faint purplish scar. It’s from a piece of stray debris or energy from the monstrous Tartarus. His arm's movements stutter. His hair, usually flickering with blue flames, dims slightly, then crackles with nervous energy. He yanks his hand back as if he's been burned.
"Th-that's… that's from me," he stammers, his voice full of self-recrimination, his posture hunching defensively. He stares at the scar, then at his own trembling hands, as if they are foreign objects of destruction. "I-I warned you… I'm dangerous. Even if I don't mean to be! I… I could have… I could have done more. You could have been worse!" His voice is a panicked whisper, filled with a desperate, self-flagellating guilt. He’ll back away, retreating into himself, convinced that his very presence is a threat to your safety. "I-I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I should never… I should just… disappear." It will take immense effort to pull him back from that spiral, to convince him that your love isn't just for the "safe" parts of him, but for all of him, scars and all.
🐲 Malleus Draconia
Malleus's overblot was born from profound loneliness, misunderstanding, and the terrifying weight of his own power. To see a scar he inflicted on you, the one person who willingly approached him and saw beyond his terrifying aura, would be a shattering blow to his heart, a stark reminder of the destructive nature he always fears.
You're sitting with him in the Diasomnia garden, enjoying a quiet afternoon. He's braiding a small flower into your hair, his large, gentle fingers moving with surprising dexterity. His gaze drifts, and he notices a faint, almost delicate white line on your temple, just at the edge of your hairline. It's a thin scar, from a stray shard of magical ice or stone from his uncontrolled power. His hands freeze in your hair. The gentle rhythm of his breath stills. His verdant eyes, usually so observant, are now filled with a deep, ancient sorrow.
He carefully, slowly, reaches out, his thumb lightly stroking the scar, his touch unbelievably soft, reverent. "My Child of Man," he murmurs, his voice a low, heavy rumble, filled with self-reproach. "This… this is from my darkness, isn't it? From the day I became lost to myself." His gaze is filled with a raw, almost childlike grief, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I swore I would never allow my power to harm you. I swore I would be your protector. Yet, even in my despair, I left this mark upon you." He bows his head, resting it gently against your shoulder, his large frame trembling. "I am so truly sorry. That I could ever wound your precious form, even by accident. It is a constant reminder of the monster I can become." He will hold you closer than ever, a silent, powerful apology, as if his embrace could somehow mend the past.
I trust this substantial Seared Scallop & Eel Stew meets your expectations, patron. It is a deep, flavorful dish, carefully prepared to evoke the desired emotional impact.
Preview: Reasons why your love couldn't come to fruition.
Cw: [ Angst ], Gn Reader, Regency Au(? Can lowkey be viewed generally too), Tiny Hints of Jealousy, Lots of tropes, Yearning, Reciprocated love and Unrequited love for different characters, Death (Skully), Historically inaccurate cuz they have rings, but who cares lol
Riddle Rosehearts, who can't marry you due to your status. His mother would never approve of his son marrying a commoner. He should've never entertained the idea, and yet... He finds himself drawn to you time and time again. He lies, telling his beloved mother about a business trip, only to meet you at your doorway, with flowers from a garden you could only dream of visiting. You're amazing, the way you smile, the way you laugh - none of it seems wrong in his eyes at all. It's different for his mother. When she finds out, she doesn't confront him. She knows there's a way for him to once again disobey her, and so she gives you an ultimatum. Imagine Riddle's heartbreak when he hears you tell him you've found someone else, one who doesn't have to hide their love for you... When you leave him, you ask Mrs.Roshearts to make sure he finds someone who will truly love him, in a marriage more suited to his status.
Ace Trappola, who has to watch you be betrothed to someone of a higher rank. Worst of all, a prince? He wants you to be happy, no matter what. You're the best thing to have ever happened in his life, but he can't deny... The urge to step between the two of you, proudly declare his love for you, without a care for his pride, was the strongest it had ever been. And yet, the moment he watches as your eyes meet his, he nods with a gentle smile. He knows what you're asking him. He knows, he always does. But, in the end, you deserve the most fulfilling life possibly, because that's what he wishes he could give you. A life full of luxury, one where he could give you everything and everything you want. Ruling together as he gives you the world just because you muttered it in passing in one of your petty talks. But instead, he can only flip cards and show you tricks to let that pretty laugh of yours trickle out. Not nearly a fraction of what you deserve. So, he watches, watches as Malleus Draconia places that ring on your finger.
Deuce Space, who doesn't feel worthy enough to ask for your hand. He has a less-than-ideal past... He's improved upon it since then, now being a model noble in the ton. Sort of. It's impossible to get rid of a history that dishonorable. But, whispers exist. And whispers of his past will always exist, since it was he who decided to act like that. Whenever you seem to hear someone mutter it in passing, though, you act as if it's just silly bad talk. He wonders how you would change if he told you it was all true. And so, he does. He sits you down and tells you every action that has members of society side-eyeing him. And... you don't care in the least. But, you should. And so, all Deuce can think about is how undeserving he is of your swift acceptance. With a countenance like yours, you deserve someone with a clean history. And that won't ever be him, will it?
Leona Kingscholar, who can't marry you because your betrothal is meant for the first prince, not the second. Never the second. It was doomed from the start. He knew from the moment your eyes met that he wasn't yours, yet he couldn't help but act like you were. Gazes that connected far too well, touches that lingered for too long, exchanged words that pierced emotions too often. Nothing that went beyond that, because despite his desire to pick you up and run, he knows how scandalous that would be for you. And... he knows you're not hit to pick up and run away with. No matter how much he wants it, you're meant to stay here and marry the firstborn, it's why you're there. When you see Leona, it's because you're meant to see your betrothed prince. He doesn't even know if you intend to see him or not.
Azul Ashengrotto, who can't marry you because he fears you finding the real noble behind the mask. Every moment, no matter how fleeting, he spends with you, he always notices the way you seem to crack him open. You expose a vulnerability that could be detrimental to him. And yet, he indulges, drinking up every ounce of affection and love you give him. It's only when he holds the ring in his hand does he realize, he can't have you. The carefully curated image of him was always intended to show the ton just how much he's matured since his younger days. He's now a businessman who thrives under all such conditions, putting logic and work over any emotion. And yet, you somehow, someway, reached beneath the plaster. He wants to let you keep doing it, but... what would you think if he showed all of you to him? The thought of you being disappointed in his true persona frightens him. And so, no matter how hard his hands wish to just place that ring on your finger, he holds back.
Floyd Leech, who can't marry you because he can't risk losing you. Between his ever-changing stance on his life and shifting personality, his affection for you stays the same. One dreadful feeling remains constant, though. The fear that he'll have you only to drive you off. Floyd is in tune with his emotions, better than most. Because of it, he knows the fear that rises in his heart when he thinks about finally having you, only to lose you in the same moment. There's a fear in finally being true to yourself, only to be proven it was the wrong choice. Why would he ever want to put himself in that position? Only stupid people do that. But that he starts thinking he might be stupid with the way his thumbs rub circles on your ring finger, a gnawing urge to put the only thing that belongs on there. Every moment he tries, he scares himself back into a corner... He's... had the ring for 2 years now. But every opportunity he has, he shoves it back before you can ask him what it is. Until the moment just never comes.
Jade Leech, who can't marry you because he fears how deeply infatuated he is with you. Whenever his eyes connect to yours, his face hides it perfectly well, but his chest doesn't. He can feel the sudden urge to grab the physical manifestation of your connection and see every part it has garnered in the time you've spent together. But that means he would have to confront the truth. You're everything Jade could ever want in life, bundled into one. He realizes that no matter what he says, thinks, or does, he will always have you in his mind. A forever-burning mark of what he wants in his life. You. And in truth, that's horrifying. It creates something unpredictable, and while he lives for such events, he can't deny the fear that takes root in his heart. Why does he feel this way about you? What made him feel like this? Why do you do this to him...?! He knows the last question is irrelevant because it's not you, it's his own affection that's setting him up in turmoil, but still... He was ever so curious when he was younger, and now he is even more so. But this time, it stems from something entirely different. He's curious about you. He wants to know everything your heart could possibly bear to him. Whether it takes days, weeks, or months, he wants to stay at it for all of it. Which is what he fears. Why... just why does he feel so much when it comes to you?
Jamil Viper, who can't marry you because he can never prioritize you the way he wants to. There's too much for him to manage. When you offer to work alongside him to remedy this workload, he vehemently refuses. He can't have a noble work alongside him, even if you intend to disguise yourself as a regular. But maybe a part of him does want such a scandal. After all, there's a reason he couldn't stop himself from being drawn towards you. Like some invisible thread that tightens around him impossibly tight when you draw near, beckoning him to find you. It only seems to let up when he's with you. With you... and breaking every such rule. He shouldn't, he shouldn't indulge in you this way at all, yet a part of him dies to ask you to marry him as if he could. Even when you asked him several times if he wanted to continue this. Truly... Is it not you who can decide that? You're the one with a reputation, and yet here you are asking him with such worry as if you're making him commit this. He knows you're not; it's all him that's deciding to do this. All because he can't get enough of you. When you ask him to run away together, his answer is cut off when Kalim enters the room, a reminder of why he can't ask for your hand.
Vil Schoenheit, who can't marry you because he's set to move to the city. It's differing opinions. Except, he never had to ask where you wanted to stay. He can tell clear as day with the way you seem to fit right into the scenery of your abode. Forests and quaintness suit you so much. A soft, quiet life made for a wedded pair who wish to get away from the public's view and enjoy life with only each other in their arms. But that isn't him. And you know it isn't. He doesn't tell you his plans, for fear that you would come along. Not even because you wished to, but because he has a feeling he would be the one to ask you to come with him. Maybe even ask you right there to marry him and join him in the city, be by his side as he grows his image the way he's always wanted to. But he can't do that, not when you belong here. And so, when he says his goodbye, his acting skills help him desperately hold back the "Come with me" that wants to escape.
Rook Hunt, who can't marry you because he's too much of a free spirit. Not a bad thing, it shouldn't be at all. But that's why he can't marry you. Even though he serenades you with the most lovely of poems, most lavish of gifts, and most amazing acts of affection, he can't marry you. Because... your duty lies here. In the embedded stone of the town, you are meant to stay here and be a heart to everyone else. He knows it, because you've taken his and all his entirety. It seems you're a better hinter than he is, because despite it all, he could never go for the heart. And yet here you are, holding it in your palms without even knowing you are. So even while his hand itches to just caress your being, and his mouth desires to pepper you in kisses, he holds back. An admirer of the art is never meant to touch it, only watch, and he seems to have carelessly broken that rule.
Idia Shroud, who can't marry you because his family already has someone else in mind for him. He's already noble as is, but of course, his family just has to be cursed with reputation... He hasn't had much publicity since Ortho's passing, and yet his family needs their prospects to continue on. Seriously... why does he have to marry some stranger he doesn't even have a shred of information on, instead of that neighbor of theirs who's known him longer than some of his servants...?! When he tells you, in a secluded spot of the city (Never the forest, you know he doesn't like it there.), about his arrangements, he freezes when you ask him to run away. Can… Is that an option for him? You only ask once, a glint in your eyes as you look at him. You await for his answer, and even when you’re already sure of what his answer will be, you wait for him. Like always, you wait for him. Even when he says he can’t, you wait. He’s bound by his lineage, and no matter how hard he wants the freedom of his books, he can’t. And so, you wait for him to leave. And he waits until he can get over you. Except, that wait never seems to end.
Malleus Draconia, who can't marry you because he can't give you the relaxed life of any regular lover. Your life would be lavished in luxury, but luxury can never be the same as comfort. No matter how much he wants to be by your side, his duty will always have him leave his spot next to you cold and empty. He loves you with all his being, but it's hard to show that when that same being has a kingdom to rule. So no matter how hard he wishes to place that ring on your finger, his care for you runs so deep that he knows you simply aren't built for the life of a ruler. You need to live in a home where you don't need to conform to royal expectations, and unfortunately, that isn't his home. And so he watches, watches as that friend of yours takes your hand, and gives you the life he can only give you in his dreams.
Rollo Flamme, who can't marry you because there's too much pain in the world. And unfortunately for him, he is one of the many victims in the world who suffer this pain. You're the number one cure to all the turmoil, but that's exactly why. For every smile, every laugh, every touch you gift him, he realizes more and more how much you deserve. Like an angel whose job is to guide souls to the right path, you've taken him into this dark den of life and renewed a vigor once lost. But that's it. You deserve someone who can be that light alongside you, not a man who can only relish in the rays you bathe him in. He can't bear the thought of being your anchor. He, unfortunately for both of you, loves you too much.
Skully J. Graves, who can't marry you because he loves you too much. A sentence that doesn't make much sense. But it somehow does. For every poem, every drawing, and word he dedicates to you, you can feel the ever-flowing stream of affection he holds for you. He should be the perfect candidate, yes? Well, he is. But... You'll be dead before he can fully show you the extent of his love. This time, it isn't Skully who believes he can't marry you. No matter how many times he proposes, professing he truly doesn't mind living the rest of his life alone if it means he can spend even a fraction of it with you, you turn him down. After all, he deserves someone who can live out the rest of their days with him. Not someone who can only confine him to a house, as they die of an incurable illness. But he'll take your hand in his, kissing it with cold lips, and say that he doesn't care. He wants to be wedded to you both in this lifetime and the afterlife. He can't try convincing you the next time.
Ace meeting Yuu/Reader in every alternate universe, but doomed to only stay together for a short time.
Malleus finally meeting the friend that he always dreamed of, but a tragic incident puts a halt to their blossoming friendship (and they never see each other again).
SUMMARY: how does he behave with a crush? what’s stopping him from professing his love?
CHARACTERS: ace, leona, jade, jamil
GENRE: fluff, light angst, headcanons
WARNINGS: none
NOTES: men who yearn are men who EARN
reader gender is not specified, reader is not specified to be yuu
❤┊ACE TRAPPOLA
ACE WITH A CRUSH..
…would be such a tease. deflecting all his emotions and feelings at you whenever asked a question in order to protect his own heart.
“oh? you want to share food with me? what are we, a couple?”
it’s a bit selfish of him, but even if it gives him a small, even slight sign that you may reciprocate his feelings.. he’ll do it.
ever the hopeless romantic, ace tends to daydream. imagining the days that maybe you do come around and decide to take a chance with a guy like him.. the dates you could have, the time you could spend.. it makes him giddy just thinking about it.
ace just can’t help himself! the longing stares, the jokes, the laidback atmosphere, can’t you just imagine having those days for the rest of your life? hopefully with him?
he’d never admit it aloud, even if it lurks in every corner of his brain, how each beat of his heart screams and begs to be known. it’s not that he doesn’t want to, but that he doesn’t know how to.
you’re just out of his league. not that ace is insecure or anything, but this school is filled to the brim with so many exceptional and talented students and bachelors. movie stars, entrepreneurs, royalty? how is he supposed to compete with that? he can’t. so he doesn’t.
it kills him, but what can he give you that the other guys can’t? the answer is nothing. he’ll never be able to provide you with status that the royals can, he can never give you the stardom the actors can, he can never give you the wealth the entrepreneurs can.
ace doesn’t believe you’d spare a guy as average as him a second glance, so why bother with the chance of heartbreak?
he’s a good for nothing npc who can’t compete.
he’ll stick to his fantasies, to that perfect reality in his mind where he can skip that rollercoaster of emotion and preserve his heart at the risk of losing it all.
🦁┊LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
LEONA WITH A CRUSH…
…would absolutely hate it. he doesn’t hate you, obviously, but he hates how he somehow let his guard down enough to allow you to ignite sparks in his heart. it seemed like one sick joke and this was the punchline.
as soon as he realized what he was feeling, he started avoiding you like the plague. it’ll pass eventually.. he thought, as if never seeing you again will let these aching feelings pass over. in the end, it ultimately ended in failure as he yearned more and more for your company.
it’s subtle, but he’s less snappy with you when compared to others. leona never truly pushed you away, maybe a small remark or two, but nothing too apprehensive.
“stay if you want. not my job to boss ya around.”
he’ll do anything and everything he can to get you to look his way, whether that be showing off his strength in a sly manner or showcasing his brains in a quick game of chess.
if there’s one thing we know about leona? he’s feelings avoider final boss. he’d rather die than openly admit he is in love, which means he’d never ask for advice. maybe it was out of embarrassment, but it is more or less out of pride.
his feelings, the ones locked away and kept deep inside his inner chambers, are encased in a delicate glass casing. they’re fragile, delicate, ready to shatter in a moments notice.
why would he risk such a gut wrenching feeling if in his mind, he doesn’t deserve you? he can’t give you the world if you asked, he can’t pick the stars in the sky for you, cause to him? that’s not enough. what he’ll do will never be enough. he will never be enough. it will never be what you truly deserve.
🐬┊JADE LEECH
JADE WITH A CRUSH…
…would be so infatuated with you. this racing feeling in his chest, pittering and pattering, how could he not be intrigued? he starts following you around more often, literally a leech.
“oya? walking to class? allow me to escort you. what gentleman would i be if i didn’t?”
the origin of his feelings are still unknown.. after all, not long ago did he think of you just to be some pawn in a larger scheme. yet you ensnared his heart and left him bare with these overflowing feelings of pure adoration, he must know more about you.
jade tends to stare, and not in that cute oh ive gotta turn around before they notice stare, but that deep, analytical, i need to know every thing about you kind of stare.
his love speaks volumes, and i mean that quite honestly. just knowing you listen to what he has to say, the things that interest him more than anything, could he fall any deeper for you?
he never even considered such a complex emotion to even reside within him, but even geniuses make a miscalculation or two.
unfortunately, it is a well known fact that eels are cowardly. they hate confrontation and only strike when success is a guarantee. so with jade? he’ll hint, but he’d never act on his feelings until he knows for sure you reciprocate.
even so, there’s an underlying insecurity that he never dares admit. jade puts up a carefully crafted facade, one to gain respect and trust of each character around him. as embarrassing as it is to admit, he created one specially for you, to hide his imperfections.
this mask he puts out is to protect your heart.. or so he tells himself.
what happens if you discover his true nature? would you stop being around him? could he afford to lose such a precious treasure like yourself? would anybody be able to measure up to that pedestal he put you on?
he wants you to see the him he worked so hard to build, to rely and seek out for him. he wants you to reach out for his hand and ask for his help.
🐍┊JAMIL VIPER
JAMIL WITH A CRUSH…
…would be in such deep denial. he couldn’t fathom it at first, falling in love. a waste of time and a nuisance.. it just wasn’t something he thought he’d ever concern himself with.
to think you somehow broke through the impenetrable walls guarding his heart.. truly a force to be reckoned with. however, not only did you destroy all the defenses surrounding his heart, but his mask of perfection.
jamil prides himself on his abilities, even if he doesn’t get to showcase them to their full potential. he knows he’s capable, and doesn’t mind showing off a little if it means he can impress you.
unfortunately, there seemed to be a dire miscalculation he failed to account for.. he was incredibly prone to mistakes around you. it was laughable, he accounted for every possible situation and fumbled the bag each and every time.
he tried dancing to impress you, playing it off as if it were nothing. not only did he trip over his own feet, he fell face first on the ground in front of you.
“i-im fine! i was being reckless.”
how humiliating it was to look like a fool everytime you crossed paths, he should just bury himself under the ground so he’d never need to face it head on ever again.
as much as he’d love to run up to you and pour his feelings out onto a silver platter, to free himself from the restricting confines of feeling the need for perfection or excellence, it was impossible.
he’d be asking for far too much.
if he were to confess, what happens next? at the end of the day, his life is in the hands of the asim family. could he really subject you to such a draining and crushing demand?
it’s for the best if you found someone better. someone who won’t restrict you from achieving your goals, your dreams.
for your sake, he keeps it under wraps, he denies the possibility of a future with you because he knows that you’d be stuck with him in that hell. you deserve to be free, to live your life, to be happy.
A/N: couldn’t decide what i wanted to write so i just did a little dump of ideas teehee
