minajael x reader | he’ll never love anyone else other than you
A/n: originally planned to be released with a twst! meg fic but 1) I’m going on vacation so might as well as post this now 2) many people want more, yippee?
Warnings: mentions of potential suitors, minajael has a pet tiger in this fic
Yea sry the title’s shit can’t think of anything
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you saw a tiger cub trotting to you on your way to his room in Durasmina. Immediately, you recognise it's his pet tiger, and there's a small paper bag and an turquoise coloured envelope in between his canines
you gently pat his head, before taking the bag and opening the letter attached
it had gold highlights to the paper, and his fine handwriting:
Hayati, happy 3.5 months anniversary
I know you've been telling me to not spend money on you, however, if I made something for you, it doesn't count, right?
you have to stifle a giggle, already picturing his smirk while writing this
as you look inside the bag, you saw a pair of golden earrings— matching his hoops, you have a feeling where this is going...
"hm, excellent delivery from the mailman I assume?"
you don't need to turn around to recognise that voice you'd remember in sleep
minajael's chin rest on your shoulder, hands wrapping around your waist
"do you like them?" his smooth voice is like water in the oasis, always soothing you and making your stomach flip
"like? I love them, Minajael" he hummed in response, pressing a gentle smooch on your cheek
"how did you make gold earrings out of nowhere?"
"why are you questioning me, hayati?" his smirk widens
you just can’t bring yourself to be pissed at him, holy shit he looks too gorgeous for any fights
“what are you planning, your highness?”
he looks slightly offended by the title, he doesn’t like being a prince afterall, but who are you to resist teasing him?
“what do you think I’m planning, pretty?” his hand reached for yours, thumb grazing over your knuckles and giving it a squeeze, “I know you won’t be so heartless to deprive me of my desires, right? No matter whatever they are.”
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this motherf…
you thought as you’re standing in the middle of a ballroom, surrounded by prestigious people from Scalding Sands to Shaftlands— this is how influential his family is. Royalty, afterall
how did you end up here? your lover asked you to come to a family reunion with him, welp…
you fidgeted with the gold accessories on your dress, as Minajael is pulled away by his father to greet some of the ‘business partners’
you’re not familiar with this setting, where everyone speaks so carefully and one word may ruin their reputation. now it’s even worse, as Minajael isn’t there to do the talking for you.
as you drowned yourself with your inner thoughts, you’re suddenly pulled back to reality by a familiar voice near of you
your heart almost clenched at the scene of your lover being introduced to another girl, she’s pretty, looks like she came from a loaded family, very poised and elegant
‘does he prefer this type of girls more? how fast will he leave me if his father founded him a better choice one day? what if he only dated me because he felt bad about rejecting me?’
A hand pulled you towards him, firmly yet careful, like he’s trying to brush away your inner doubts
“Father, I already have a bride of my choice, I will never be with anyone except for her.”
it’s been a while since you’ve heard him speaking so firmly, standing his ground
you looked up, meeting his gaze which softened
“this is my partner, if I cannot have her, then I will not marry. I can’t imagine a future with her by my side.”
he’s 10x hotter when he’s not being a smug ass
you know the expectations that are forced on him, he always told you, and how he never talked with his father about it because it will just be a “waste of time”, with how he’ll never listen
that’s how you know how much you really mean to him. so much, that he’s willing to speak out and make things clear to his family.
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“you really meant it?”
you two are on the balcony of his room, one that allows the both of you to see all of Scalding Sands
the soft breeze caressing your hair does nothing to calm your inner thoughts, the woman, the girls who seem much more suitable for him as a wife—
“you think I’d ever lie?” the smug tone is gone, replaced by something raw, sincere
you looked at the city, gaze at anywhere but him; but the only thing in his eyes were you
“don’t you think those girls may be better for you?” it felt like a crime to doubt him, but he didn’t seem to blame you, instead he whistled, then a magic carpet flew out.
he climbed on, hand out for you to take
“come with me, darling, I’ll give you an answer”
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the city looks like a dream at night
he brought you to see the desert, the river and at last landed on the roof of the castle
“you really think I’d bring any of those girls here?” his warmth can be felt through his silk clothes, holding you with his arms around your waist
you know the answer, he never do extra things to please people whom he’s not interested in
a kiss landed on your temple, “such an overthinker”, a teasing comment from him
“I’ll say this one last time, I will only love you in this lifetime.”
You and Grim share a phone. It only makes sense — it's paid for by the school, and the two of you are technically one student. You're a special case in multiple ways. Night Raven College doesn't exactly go around giving out free phones to its students.
As the one with pockets, you typically keep the phone on your possession. Not always, though. Sometimes you leave it on the table, or forget it in your pocket when you change, or Grim really wants to see if the magic chocolate guy uploaded a new video and swipes it when you're not paying attention.
This can cause issues when someone is trying to reach you. Luckily, it's easy to tell who has the phone when half of your duo is a self-absorbed direbeast.
"Heeeey," Ace wrote. "Are you coming to today's Unbirthday Party? Housewarden wants a head count."
"OFC OURSE YEA SAVE M E A TART"
A frenzied Jamil wrote, "Have you seen Kalim? He ran off after flight class without changing back into his uniform."
"SOUNDS LKE A U PROBLEM"
"Grim, ask the prefect if they've seen Kalim."
"WHATS INIT FOR ME?"
"Never mind."
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"This is an automated notification from Mr. S's Mystery Mailing List. If you don't want to receive notifications in the future, text UNSUBSCRIBE."
For some odd reason Vil decided today was a good day to drop something he made at ramshackle. Not that he wasn't welcome of course, it was just the simple fact that he would almost always tell you before hand.
But alas, Vil knocked on the ramshackle door and was soon greeted with Grim at the door who was half face into a bowl of tuna.
"Spudling. Where is Yuu?"
Between chews Grim said, "Henchman's in their room."
Vil walked to your room only to be met with you in the middle of doing a piercing on yourself. Without gloves.
"Oh hey Vil..." You said nervously giving him an awkward smile.
"Great sevens... And without gloves... I am disappointed in you." He sighed. "Don't do the other side without me, I'll be back. With proper supplies this time."
"Wait...? You're going to help me!? You aren't angry with me?" You said suprised.
"No why would I be angry? Either way it's your body. You can do as you please as long as you aren't actively harming yourself. That and darling, you aren't the first person I have helped with a piercing. I assure you I've had to walk into some pomefiore members doing the same thing as you. I'll get proper supplies, just wait and I will be back." Vil said in a scarily calm tone.
So you waited and he came back with proper supplies and pierced the other side for you.
"How is that?"
"Good. I like it... Thank you Vil!"
"Of course potato. Now, you will follow my strict rules with how you will take care of your piercing to let it heal properly. Got it?"
Hello. Can I request twst with maomao!reader please
𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐎!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🐸🍵
Imagine twisted wonderland with a maomao!yuu, how would the storyline and relationship go.
Miss her, kiss her, love her (Wrong move you're dead!)
That girl is (Poison)...
Never trust a big butt and smile
That girl is (Poison)..
("POISON!!")
Twst men x maomao!yuu ( Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomifiore, Ignihyde, Disamonia )
>> sorry if it's a little messy I will fix it later as well as sorry for the delay
Heartslabyul
Maomao!yuu seems to always slip under the cracks, she doesn't make a grand entrance for herself or make herself known–she just stayed quiet and doesn't cause troubles but every time she tried to stay out of trouble, headmaster Crowley or the first years would get in trouble–dragging her.
AN ABSOLUTE CHAOTIC TRIO, the three of them would get lots of trouble –explosions or one of them would arrive at the infirmary between one of them getting hurt, or the other two and sometimes simply all three of them. Ace and deuce are by far the first person that maomao!yuu open up, both of them are honestly impressed by maomao!yuu can be the smartest person in the room and yet unable to read social cues. Both of them are honestly surprised and also find it annoying how obedient maomao!yuu is, as if she grew up in a world where she sees herself as a pawn and also if she didn't obey order means death.
Cater would document maomao!yuu like an urban explorer ( cough cough coyote Peterson vibe ), the views would blow up wanting to know what's the next animal that she would let bite her arm. Cater is also afraid of maomao!yuu due to how she would smile every time when something peaks he interest, a poisonous plant that is growing in the garden oh the smile is telling what she's gonna do next.
Trey would be supportive of maomao!yuu hobbies and yet fear for her. Not to mention he is quite surprised and amazed on how sharp, maomao!yuu is. She is able to solve cases that may be too complex for anyone to solve as well as her love for puzzles, and yet she believes that her talent is nothing which concerns him not to mention how she would swallow poisonous things without much reaction.
Riddle is honestly quite impressed by maomao!yuu, she thinks logically and also obeys the rules yet she moves and obeys as if not–the worst case is death for her. Maomao!yuu grow up in a world where if you don't have status, you are a pawn so it's best to not stand out and that strategy can also not work on how you would still be blamed for the smallest actions. She is constantly in a state of survival, never letting her guard down because relaxation means vulnerability which is something she could not afford.
Savanaclaw
That one kid that is always weird, despite all the warnings from the others–maomao!yuu would come to the most dangerous places in school for the sake of getting herbs, she and jade would usually go together to scout for them. People would honestly wonder whether or not she's a masochist due to her , interest in poisons and snakes bite her.
Jack would be wary of maomao!yuu and actually sometimes finds her annoying, the way she would regard others warning for curiosity is honestly so annoying. Does this person have no sense of self preservation in the face of knowledge, that's what he ask – he sees maomao!yuu as a person who's cynical and yet would still save them, which honestly he admires–maomao!yuu may look like somebody who's uncaring but deep down is selfless but is unable to let her guard down so she watches from the side.
Ruggie finds maomao!yuu straightforwardness is refreshing, both of them grew up in the bottom of society so they understand each other on what it means to survive. Both of them would share knowledge with each other and get something to gain from it, ruggie and maomao!yuu would connect to each other with their past and experience of being pawns. Ruggie would joke around on how maomao!yuu is secretly a princess, but is glad that she would still be her despite the title.
Leona would view maomao!yuu as a useful pawn, he views her as someone who is similar to ruggie and yet similar to him as well. Both of them are cynical and yet never let that get in their way of view. Leona honestly respects how strong and resilient towards maomao!yuu, she climbed her way to survive and still maintain a heart that is gold yet shut off. Every time he hears maomao!yuu cackling in the distance, he would leave immediately due to knowing something gonna explode if she laughs like that.
Octavinelle
When learning about the botocular garden, maomao!yuu do her happy dance–look at all those plants, herbs, flowers. It's a paradise for her, sometimes she even skipped class to be in it performing weird experiments to the point nobody wanted to be in the garden during these experiments–you could almost hear her cackling like a mad scientist.
Azul is absolutely stressed by maomao!yuu, she is sharp and yet also obedient–azul sees how she deeply cared about the first years despite all her attempts trying to hide it he believes it was a weakness but he realizes that it's not a wise choice to mess with maomao!yuu. She is sharp like I said, but also logical–shes different from those who want help from him–maomao!yuu treat the contract like a deal with the devil, there's always a cache or a way to outsmart him and she did–maomao!yuu is able to deduce Azul's weak spots and attack him there leaving her the victor.
ABSOLUTELY MATCH EACH OTHER FREAKS. When jade first met maomao!yuu was her convulsing in the woods with foam on her mouth, instead of despair–she seems to be quite fond of the feeling. The world would stop to witness their friendship, instead of finding her interest in poison as something disturbing – he finds it amusing, she will be his willing test subject. Jade found her observation and willingness to use herself as patient zero is absolutely fascinating, seeing her as somebody that could match his energy. Every time she tested poison, she would bring a drug that could induce vomiting – jade "FUCK, that's genius why didn't I think of that".
Floyd would honestly find maomao!yuu fun, the way her imaginary cat ears would light up when someone mentions poisons–the way she would hiss at anyone who tried to touch and use the excuse of her being lowly birth. The way her face would shape into disgust when Floyd attempts to squeeze her, she is so expressive and passionate about her job.
Scarabia
She is sharper than anyone at the school, maomao!yuu has become the unofficial detective for Crowley even though she doesn't want to. Honestly she is quite devastated when there's an age limit for drinking alcohol, people would be weirded out by her and yet rely on her logic. As well as her holding questionable knowledge about the topics of "intimacy", people do not know this but she is a high-key pervert.
Kalim would honestly be impressed by maomao!yuu capabilities with poison and drugs, as well as how sharp she is. She is like a detective from the secret service. with small clues- maomao!yuu is able to deduce the cause and after the math of a situation, no wonder the headmaster speaks highly of her.
Jamil would relate with maomao!yuu, both of them are servants and how they never feel freedom. They are just pawns in this society who value the nobles, one wrong mistake can cause a death sentence and if you stand too much–you will catch the attention of them. Jamil would honestly find maomao!yuu high resistance to poison is useful,shes knowledgeable on how to handle them and to make them. She's knowledgeable and a useful pawn one day, Jamil and maomao!yuu would talk to each other about their lives before NRC.
Pomifiore
Vil and rook don't understand why does maomao!yuu choose to hide her beauty at first but then would grow quiet when both of them find out, maomao!yuu grow up in a place where beauty is dangerous and as well as something to make yourself a target. So she purposely makes herself ugly to stay alive, vil would grow quiet and apologize for questioning it.
Vil admired how knowledgeable maomao!yuu is, her deep interest in poisons is pomifiore dorm quality. Vil would originally struggle why she covered her face with freckles and would stay silent when she explains why she does this. He understands that he and maomao!yuu is different in childhood, maomao!yuu already learn how to take care of herself as well as learning being beautiful is something dangerous. He would stop pestering about make up, but he also would remain maomao!yuu to take care of themselves.
Rook would absolutely find maomao!yuu interesting, the way she purposely lets things bite her to test their poisons and how sharp she is. He understands that maomao!yuu may have a hard time adapting to the world of twisted wonderland and he takes it himself to be her guide.
Epel would find maomao!yuu is cool, she's so smart despite her lack of knowledge in academics. He admired how she is able to think straight and focus towards the main goal, but she is too intense for him–he immediately panicked when maomao!yuu let it bite her, screaming what's wrong with her. Maomao!yuu have this tendency to compliment everyone's beauty, and that flattered vil, and rook but sometimes annoy epel who could feel maomao!yuu quietly observing his features.
Ignihyde
You may assume that maomao!yuu is gonna be a top student but in reality she isn't.... The only subject, she excels in are alchemy due to her understanding of everything so she's always got on top–most of the time she would test out poison for herself to the point she builds a strong tolerance, and yet she's unable to eat buckweed Noodles.
Low-key idia finds maomao!yuu quite impressive and not boring unlike the other normies, every time when he invited maomao!yuu to the board game club –he would lose to her. Not to mention him being afraid of her, due to the many times he listens towards her laugh through the security camera and how she looks at the camera, she's scaryyy.
Maomao!yuu would remain neutral towards Ortho, not treating like he was special or replaceable–just a normal person that she passes through the halls. Ortho wish to take a closer look but maomao!yuu is always busy with something that Crowley gave to them, so they rarely interact.
Disamonia
When the topic of family, maomao!yuu would only mention her sister and father... Never her biological parents and every time they come to the subject, she would have this certain "look". Maomao!yuu is bad with feelings due to her upbringing, so she's bad at expressing or helping with feelings. Despite all her wantings of staying behind the scenes, she holds a sense of justice and would struggle to hold herself back as well as sometimes she can be selfless.
Malleus would quietly respect maomao!yuu and be quiet curious why she chooses poison as her life works and not something else. Malleus originally didn't think much of maomao!yuu, she would usually bow her head and cover her face with her sleeves but soon find her interesting because when Crowley gave her a task this same goes for him, he honestly finds her impressive due to her purposely swallowing a poison fruit as an expirements and showed no affect, she is quite determined to eat poison.
Sebek would be appalled by maomao!yuu, even though he sees her respecting and following Crowley orders without complaint–he believes that she's by far shes respectful towards authorities. sebek would be shocked at the amount of times of danger that maomao!yuu would make herself go through in the name of knowledge.
Silver would respect how passionate maomao!yuu is, but he honestly finds her too intense and prefers to watch from the sidelines all her journey and as well as her hobby of eating poison. "She is something" that's what he thought about maomao!yuu, her straightforward and blunt nature is something he could respect.
Lilia would absolutely find maomao!yuu to be delightful. I mean he and maomao!yuu seems to be the only one to enjoy the taste of potion as well as poison, even though her hobbies in poisons are considered to be abnormal–lilia would support it. As well as viewing her as somebody who has grown too fast, he would treat maomao!yuu like his own kid but would stop if she showed how uncomfortable she is about it and also would avoid discussing the topic of family due to it being hard for maomao!yuu.
General Lilia -> Lilia the first few years raising Silver -> present day Lilia
(might be the bias talking but) Lilia’s hair played a part in telling his story! “Hair holds memories” if you will.
(disclaimer: these are my personal headcanons! I would love to hear your thoughts as well)
The sketch in the middle has been my personal headcanon ever since.
During the first few years he was raising Silver, I like to HC he had his hair in a loose ponytail. In a way, it’s symbolizing him “letting go” of his old life and slowly accepting a new one. Raising Silver and (for a few times) Malleus helped him grow “softer” and accept this new side of him while still holding on to his past life; still in the process of acceptance. Probably somewhere in Silver’s infant years until he was 2-3 years old?
Contains: Kissing, Copycat tendencies, Mocking, Teasing, Biting, SO many cat pun sentences holy hell
A/N: OKAY LISTEN I HAD A VISION PLEASE TRUST ME also I was debating whether to do this with Che'nya or with Leona whehehe
Summary: On Sage Island, skipping school is practically an art form for you a werecat with claws for justice, a tail that sways with attitude, and a talent for causing trouble with style. Whether you’re exposing liars, humiliating cheaters, or simply reminding people why they should never underestimate a cat with a plan, life is good when you’re the one calling the shots. Or it was, until a certain floating stray decided to attach himself to your shadow.
Chenya, RSA’s maddeningly charming Cheshire cat, seems to materialize wherever you go upside-down in trees, inches from your face, or as nothing more than a pair of glowing eyes and a grin you’re dying to smack off.
He speaks in riddles, laughs at your irritation, and somehow sees right through your claws-out attitude every time. Worst of all? He keeps showing up just when you’re about to execute your most perfect schemes.
So when he ruins your latest act of revenge with a single smug comment, you snap literally grabbing him and kissing him just to shut him up. You meant it to be angry, sharp, punishing. You didn’t expect him to melt, purr, or wrap his arms around your waist like you’d handed him a dream on a silver platter. You definitely didn’t expect your tails to curl together... and to expect more
+ HEADCANNONS AT THE END!
╰┈➤⸝⸝★ Twisted Wonderland୭ ˚.
The day was warm in that lazy Sage Island way, the kind of heat that made everything shimmer and slow down, the kind of heat that made your tail sway with feline self-satisfaction. You weren’t supposed to be out; you were supposed to be sitting in a boring classroom at your public school pretending to care about whatever stale lecture the teacher was droning on about. But skipping was practically a refined talent of yours, something sharpened to an art over years of slipping between rules, expectations, and authority.
You yawned into your palm with a bored, sharp-toothed smirk curling the corner of your mouth, stretching your arms above your head as you strutted down the sidewalk like you owned it because honestly, you did. Your boots clicked softly with every step, the rhythm matching the sway of your hips, a confident danger in your gait. Eyes only half-lidded, but behind that lazy look you were alert, poised, observant in that way only a predator who enjoyed trouble for breakfast could be.
You’d slipped away from campus the second the bell rang, prowling across Sage Island with the kind of purpose that only spelled mischief. Someone from a rival school had been poking around your territory, mouthing off about your school, and worse, playing two girls at once like he had the right. You would’ve dragged Meowlody and Purrsephone along to make the scheme even sweeter, but you told them to focus on their studies and that you’d take care of it yourself.
This kind of entertainment was personal, like scratching an itch behind your ear that only your claws could reach. You stopped under the tall shade of an old oak tree, leaning your shoulder into its bark as you narrowed your eyes at the crowd across the town square, watching, calculating. Perfect distance. Perfect angle. Perfect timing. Your mind purred with anticipation.
You spotted the guy loudmouth, liar, fake sweetheart on Magicam leaning in close with a girl who definitely wasn’t his supposed girlfriend. And then he left his phone on the table to go to the bathroom. Oh, he might as well have placed it in your hands and begged you to ruin him.
You slipped forward in that fluid way only a werecat could manage, snatching the phone before anyone noticed, your smirk sharp enough to cut glass. “Look who’s lyin’ like a dog just waitin’ for this kitty to scratch,” you giggled under your breath, eyes narrowing as that familiar thrill sparked in your chest. You cleared your throat, shifted your voice effortlessly into his tone, and called his girlfriend, telling her in his voice to meet him at the café. Then you tossed the phone back onto the table like it had never been touched, slid back under the oak tree, and watched the chaos unfold.
When the girlfriend arrived and caught him with the other girl, their bickering erupted instantly. You laughed, one hand resting on your hip. “Mrow, too easy.” Your orange ears flicked in smug delight as you tossed your hair back and prepared to savor the show. That’s when you heard it a soft giggle, right above your ear. A voice purred practically in your hair. “Skipping school? Tsk, tsk~ And here I thought I was the only cat who caused mischief for fun.”
Your ears shot upright, tail fluffing involuntarily before you forced it back down. You snapped your head around, claws half-extended. No one behind you. No scent. No silhouette. “Ugh. If this is some wannabe stalker, scratch off,” you hissed, lip curling a laugh drifted from above you, airy and far too entertained. “What if I’m a very charming stalker?”
You glared up and there he was. Lounging upside-down on a branch like gravity was merely a polite suggestion. Purple hair messy in a way that looked deliberately stylish, striped tail swaying lazily like he had all the time in the world. Yellow eyes glowing with mischief, smile so wide and too pleased with himself. His form flickered faintly at the edges, as if reality couldn’t quite keep a hold on him.
You blinked once, then rolled your eyes so hard it could’ve counted as an exercise. “A floating hairball. Great.” He laughed, delighted, his head disappearing and reappearing beside you, then in front of your face, then hovering a few inches away all with that glowing, curved grin. "Can you stand on your head?” he asked as if that were an actual greeting. You hissed, irritated, turning your head away with a slow dramatic flick.
“Mrow, great. Another weirdo stranger.” “I’m a stranger. You’re a stranger. That makes us a pair of strange~” he chimed, floating down until he stood well, hovered at your eye level.
You flicked an ear in annoyance. “That doesn’t make sense… Who even are you?” He put a hand over his chest, theatrically offended. “I am Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker,” he declared, name rolling off his tongue like he’d practiced it in a mirror. “Am I a cat? A purrrrson? A mimsy borogove? A mome rath with style?” “…Arta- whatever” you deadpanned. He giggled, carefree and dizzy and sparkly in the most infuriating way. “Everyone calls me Chenya.” “Your nickname is a pun?” you asked, eyes narrowing. He nodded proudly.
You scoffed loud enough to disturb a bird. “Wow... Lame" but your tail curled once before you snapped it straight again. Annoying. “Nyhehe, I saw what you did to that guy,” Chenya sang. You raised a brow. “Oh, me-yow? Never,” you replied with a matching smirk, eyes narrowing like knives.
From that moment on, he stuck to you like static cling. Every time you came into town, he was there sometimes just a floating grin bobbing beside your shoulder, sometimes a pair of luminous eyes blinking in a tree branch you knew you’d checked already, sometimes fully materializing in a swirl of purple stripes just to watch you groan. His riddles, his nonsense… you found it endlessly, claw-grindingly irritating, and yet he always managed to see right through your sharp remarks and hairpin turns of attitude.
“Haste makes waste, so I rarely hurry. But if a ferret were about to dart up my dress, I’d run,” he mused once while drifting upside down beside you. You stared at him like he was a walking headache. “Mrow, you’re so peculiar.” “Correction I’m mad,” he chirped, tapping your nose with one clawed fingertip you always hissed and swatted him away.
And yet… he kept showing up. Watching your schemes from afar, appearing beside you whenever Meowlody and Purrsephone left you alone, circling you with lazy loops as you plotted. You’d mock him, he’d tease you, and somehow you fell into a dance neither of you could stop. Somewhere during those exchanges perhaps at the fountain when your claw traced under his chin and his eyes softened. Chenya began to fall for you fully, hopelessly, first.
When NRC hosted its open day for the VDC event, he appeared in front of you despite being RSA. He smiled at you before glancing away coyly, then suddenly leaned in, licked your cheek, and vanished in thin air as you stood frozen.
You gagged dramatically to Meowlody and Purrsephone. “EW. What is this- this positive… flowery feeling I’m having inside?” The twins exchanged knowing looks while you glared at Chenya’s retreating shimmer.
A couple of days later, you’d spent the entire morning crafting the perfect little act of revenge, claws sharpened both literally and figuratively. Some stuck-up classmates thought they could skip inviting you, Meowlody, and Purrsephone to their party and get away with it, they clearly forgot who they were dealing with. You had the plan set, subtle enough to not get caught but satisfying enough to ruin their precious little get-together.
A small, harmless issue. Nothing life-threatening. Just enough chaos to make them think twice next time. You weren’t doing anything dramatic, just a little reminder that excluding you or your girls from little pranks you did on one girl is a dangerous game. You crouched behind a marble planter near the courtyard of your school, tail flicking with growing amusement at the thought of their ignorant faces. Your heartbeat settled into the familiar rhythm that always came before a good bit of mischief. Everything was going according to plan. Perfectly. Quietly. Smoothly.
Which, of course, is exactly when Chenya decided to show up. A voice purred behind you, melodic and smugly playful, drifting out of thin air the way smoke curls from a flame. “And no scheme of ours can raise any sort of smile, it seems?” he cooed, the words lilting with riddling whimsy. It was the kind of tone that vibrated with mischief not your mischief. His.
You hissed before you even fully turned, every muscle tightening as your ears flattened instinctively. Your head snapped toward him, only to find absolutely nothing just a grin hovering in midair, purple stripes beginning to materialize around it. That stupid grin. That annoying, floating, ever-smirking grin that signaled the ruination of your perfectly timed moment. The sound of his laugh, half giggle echoed as he fully faded into view behind you, tail curling in amusement as if mocking the tension simmering off you.
You jerked your head toward the group of classmates who were supposed to be the recipients of your carefully planned revenge, only to watch the opportunity slip between your claws like water. They were already moving away, oblivious. The perfect timing you’d built up all morning evaporated in an instant. Your eye twitched. Then your jaw tightened, tail lashed once, sharply, betraying the complete meltdown simmering just beneath your skin. And you could feel Chenya’s grin widening behind you, drinking in your frustration like it was his favourite tea.
When you snapped your head back toward him, you were already seething. “Are you kidding me?” came out as more of a growl than a question. Chenya blinked innocently, because of course, he did, he found your anger delightfully entertaining. He opened his mouth, probably preparing some quirky comment or another riddle that would make you want to claw his whiskers off but he didn’t get the chance.
You grabbed him by the collar and yanked him closer. His eyes widened, grin faltering in genuine surprise for once. And before you could second-guess the impulse, before you could stop the frustration from boiling over into something reckless, you kissed him.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t even particularly long. It was sharp, irritated, and fueled by the kind of emotion you refused to acknowledge out loud. A quick, angry kiss meant solely to shut him up, to punish him, to make him understand you ruined everything.
Chenya froze. Completely. His tail went rigid mid-sway, the tip suspended in the air like it had forgotten how motion worked. His ears perked sharply, twitching once before going still, and even the floating stripes that framed his cheeks halted as though someone had hit pause on Wonderland physics. His eyes were usually mischievous, unreadable, widened just a fraction before slowly, impossibly, that grin crept back onto his face. Not the trademark one dripping with riddles and trouble. No. This one was softer, surprised, pleased in a way that made the air thicken between you.
His hands slid around your waist with an instinctive, dreamy smoothness, pulling you in with a delicacy that contrasted the shock in his expression. The closeness made your stomach flip, and not in a way you enjoyed acknowledging. He leaned closer, clearly hoping, maybe even expecting, that you weren’t done that your irritation tasted sweet to him, addictive, something he wanted more of.
You didn’t let him get that far. Your hand shot up, fingers threading into his hair at the back of his head, gripping firmly before tugging his head back just enough to make his breath hitch. His grin cracked wider, eyes fluttering for a moment in something dangerously close to bliss. And then you bit his lip sharp enough to make him gasp, soft enough to leave him beaming.
His tail curled around yours without even asking permission, the two striped appendages winding together with an intimacy you absolutely did not intend but couldn’t immediately undo. Reality snapped back into motion with the rapid thrum of your pulse, and before Chenya could even think to chase your mouth again, you pushed him away. Hard enough to make him stumble a step, light enough to make it clear you did it out of irritation… mostly.
He blinked at you, mouth parted slightly, that soft grin morphing instantly back into his perfected, cocky Cheshire smile. You masked the wildfire under your skin with an expression of bored annoyance, one you’d perfected long before Chenya had ever decided to be a recurring pest in your life. You pretended your heart wasn’t hammering so hard you could feel it in your fingertips. You pretended you hadn’t just kissed and then bitten the most bothersome cat in existence. You pretended you weren’t one second away from either throttling him or dragging him back toward you. Combustion disguised as indifference.
“Okay,” you said flatly, flicking your tail behind you with a practiced ease, “officially ignoring you now.” and you walked off, chin lifted in crisp confidence, steps sharp and controlled, refusing to grant him even a single glance over your shoulder. You knew if you looked back, even for a heartbeat, he’d catch the crack in your composure. And you refused to give him that.
Behind you, Chenya blinked, stunned for all of half a second before delight glittered across his features. His smile widened so far the edges of it warped slightly, glitching at the corners as if it couldn’t contain how amused he was. The striped marks along his cheeks brightened, flickered, and then faded from sight entirely as his body dissolved piece by piece arms, torso, tail, stripes until all that remained was a floating, radiant grin. A quiet chuckle escaped him, echoing like a whisper caught between dimensions, and the disembodied smile drifted after you with calm, eerie certainty. Eager. Intrigued. Entirely too pleased with the chaos you’d let slip between your claws.
He wasn’t letting you walk away that easily and you both knew it.
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ Dating Chenya is like your falling down a rabbit hole into a world where reality tilts sideways just enough to make your stomach flutter in the best and worst
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ He is constantly teasing as if he was a shadow stitched to your footsteps, appearing in the corner of your vision only to vanish when you turn your head
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ He loves provoking reactions from you smirks, scoffs, swats of your tail and he treasures them in ways he tries (and fails) to hide. You pretend you hate how soft he becomes around you, how his grin lingers longer, how his eyes soften when he thinks you’re not looking, but deep down it warms something in you that’s been cold for years with him, trouble stops feeling like a weapon and starts feeling like a language only the two of you speak
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ He coaxes the softness out of you, inch by inch, like tugging a ribbon loose. You never admit it, not out loud but you let him stay close when no one else is around
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ You let him touch you in ways you’d scratch anyone else for even attempting fingers playing with the torn edge of your ear, tail brushing your tail in quiet affection, his forehead resting against yours when he’s feeling bold
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ In return, you bring out the thrill-seeker in him, the reckless glint in his eyes that says he’d follow you anywhere. You teach him sharper mischief, cleverer pranks, and the art of poetic payback, all while he teaches you that vulnerability doesn’t have to be a weakness
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ When he disappears, it no longer irritates you… at least not as much. Instead, you listen for the faint shift in air pressure that means he’s reappearing behind you, or the warm brush of his tail curling around your wrist
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ Sometimes you catch him watching you with an expression that makes your heart stumble soft, adoring, filled with wonder like he still can’t believe he gets to be someone you let in and in those moments you feel your chest tighten, your claws retracting instinctively, because no one has ever looked at you like you’re worth being seen. He does. Every time and it scares you, and you love it
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ Together, you become something dangerous and beautiful a pair of cats dancing on the edge of chaos, claws hidden but ready, hearts guarded but slowly, surely, intertwining
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ Chenya calls you “copycat” in the fondest, most infuriating way possible. He’ll sing-song it next to your ear after you mimic someone perfectly, which always earns him a swat of your tail and a smug little smirk he pretends not to melt over
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ He thinks your voice-changing skill is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Every time you pull it off flawlessly, he gets this wide-eyed, sparkling look like you just performed real magic. Then comes the kiss quick, impulsive, right on the lips and you shove him away with a hiss only to immediately tug him back by his shirt
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ Chenya is obsessed with the way you purr out threats like they’re compliments. Whenever you tap his nose with a lazy “Hmmm. You’re asking for it.” he practically melts, tail fluffing up while he trails after you like a mischievous shadow who’s already planning how to test your patience again
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ You have a talent for cutting people down with a single sentence. The moment someone steps out of line or a famillar Bat chick from your school, you tilt your head, tail flicking, and sneer, “You think you’re all bat? Please. What have you ever done?” Chenya watches from behind you with the biggest grin, eyes glowing with delight. He doesn’t stop you in fact, he loves it until you get too close to claws-out, then he gently pulls you back by the waist with a soft, “Easy there"
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ When you cuddle sometimes rest your cheek on the top of his head. Your ear twitches when he purrs softly and you purr back before you can stop yourself the moment you realize it, you bury your face in his hair, embarrassed as he giggles
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ Trey and Riddle have heard about you and instantly worried about Chenya, but they noticed how the guy looked happy every time mentioning you
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ When it was summer holidays, and Chenya was back in the Queendom of roses, he'd spam text you, you'd both also go on calls every now and then. Chenya likes to chat about you to his grandpa, grinning ear to ear
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ Chenya loves stealing your attention, literally dropping into your lap, hanging upside-down from railings above you, or popping into your locker even though he's supposed to be in RSA but when you open it your response is always the same “Mrow... Do you mind?” Followed immediately by you fixing his hair, adjusting his shirt or letting your tail loop with his in lazy affection
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ Even Purrsephone and Meowlody begrudgingly accept him because he makes you happy like genuinely happy something they’ve never seen from you without a scheme behind it
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐱ྀི ˚₊ ⊹ His madness balances your fire your sharpness sharpens his mischief and somewhere between stolen kisses, botched pranks, vanishing acts, and long afternoons wandering the island, you realize you’ve given him one of your nine lives. Perhaps even more and Chenya, for all his theatrics, guards that gift with a loyalty you didn’t expect, always appearing exactly when you need him even when you’d never admit you do
Heartslabyul: what makes you “the most beautiful being on earth” to him
HAHAH- I HAVE RETURNED (somewhat-) FROM THE DEAD >:DDDD
How long has it been?? Two years maybe?? Idfk, AND IDC IM BACK (for now-)
Ace Trappola
He thinks you’re the most beautiful being your laugh makes him laugh too.
Ace, as well all know, a bit of a clown, really. He likes doing stupid shit and making stupid jokes that really makes people crack up and laugh sometimes, intentionally or unintentionally.
But something about the way you laugh makes him laugh along. Like yeah, it was kinda stupid huh? But now he doesn’t have a reason to be annoyed or mad about it because you made it feel better. All because of the way you sound when you laugh to him (even when it’s a little gremlin laugh).
One time, he tripped over a pebble in the Heartslabyul rose garden, face first as he cursed slightly with a grouchy face. He was upset and annoyed at first, but then you laughed. Somehow… the fall from him tripping wasn’t so bad.
In fact, it made him think it was pretty funny (in a stupid way) as he slowly laugh along as he got up. He gently squished your cheeks in a teasing manner. “Alright, alright. You’re not telling anyone I tripped as stupid like that!” He huffed with smirk as you continued laughing gleefully.
He smiled softly, cheeks slightly warm as he looks at you. You’re everything he could ask for. <3
Deuce Spade
He thinks you’re the most beautiful being because of your patience and dedication to help him.
Deuce is… a bit dumb. Sometimes, not all the time. When he’s really trying his best to do math or stay awake during Trein’s classes and then wakes up to the end of it and realised he’s suddenly three chapters behind.
Coming to Ace or Grim for help is not the best, and Trey, Cater and Riddle make it feel like studying and asking for this kinda help is tiring and a bit demoralising sometimes despite his fierce determination.
But you… it’s a lot different. You’re so patient and dedicated to help him: using your free time to help him catch up when you could’ve just said no and enjoy your break, pulling all-nighters with him with snacks from Trey-senpai to keep awake and study with him, lending him your notes while helping him go through what he’s missed…
Deuce kinda feels bad for asking you for help. You’re always putting him before yourself that at one point of time he tried finding somebody else, only to realise that you genuinely like helping him which never fails to make his cheeks flushed and heart constrict. If you ever need help, you can count on him too, he’ll do his best for you! <3
Cater Diamond
He thinks you’re the most beautiful being because he can be “low energy” with you.
Cater’s always that chatty, social butterfly on Magicam and in real life, mostly when he’s in front of people.
But sometimes, he just wants to just stay low and not be that “hype man” people known him for and without them being disappointed when he’s not that.
When it comes to you, he can just be. It’s like you give of this welcoming and accepting presence and aura, that it makes he can just lie down with you on a beanbag in his room, being lowkey with his hair down, in normal, ugly home wear and he knows, you wouldn’t judge.
Cater likes a change of pace despite usually being so active, it’s just so he can chill and recharge.
He has his arms wrap around you, and for once, his phone is tucked away just for the moment. He rests his chin on your shoulder and sigh, grinning with content as he closes his eyes.
Yes… this is nice… <3
Trey Clover
He thinks you’re the most beautiful being to him is because he can be as playful as he wants.
His reason is practically the same as Cater’s but opposite: is that he always had to be that responsible, reliable, no-nonsense Vice Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul. Even when he’s mastered the arts of it, it can still be tiring.
But you help him get into his own true (somewhat) colours, whenever you’re alone with him in the kitchen, he lets his walls come down.
Trey’s actually a lot more mischievous and cheeky than he lets on: smearing frosting on your nose, pretending he’ll feed you a tart only to put it all in his mouth and watch you get all huffy, and when he’s really loose, has a bit of a flour fight with you.
It’s really a break for him, how you make him feel like he doesn’t need to be guarded, at least with you. He doesn’t need to be that picture perfect reputation he’s built and he could just be.
Although Trey still keeps himself level-headed and what not, he’ll slyly slip in a prank or two and knows you’ll do it back to him behind closed doors.
Trey has never smiled this much in a long while, be this loose in a long while… and it’s solely because of you. <3
Riddle Rosehearts
He thinks you’re the most beautiful being in the world because you make him experience what it’s like to have child-like joy.
For all his life, Riddle’s childhood was… not childhood. Being raised by his strict mother, his days, weeks, his whole life being planned and never allowed what he really wanted to do, Riddle’s life was undoubtedly quite pitiful and dull.
And that being said, him being a dorm leader and all makes him feel that he should live up to a prim and proper role model to his fellow dorm mates, forcing himself to be uptight and obey all the rules and never to play around.
Not to say, he foolishly does so but it’s also not fair for him to deprive himself like this.
And then you came along, and showed him a world where no matter what age you are, you can dream big, with your wildest imagination. He’s really only experienced that when he was a child when he played with Trey and Chenya before his mother found out and made it bitter.
Little by little, he took baby steps with you to slowly explore what was kept away from him: going to festivals with you, trying out food he’s never had before… it’s incredible, really, how much he doesn’t know when he felt like he should’ve much earlier.
It’s pure joy for him, and he has never been this happy before… he’s so glad you came to this world because you were the happiness he was searching for so long. <3
