Prompt: “That’s my name, please wear it out.”
Characters: All NRC
Masterlist: (1) (2)
A/N: Freeing this nonsense from my older drafts :p
They learn your name isn’t ‘Yuu’ — which is a mistake made by the dark mirror and nickname Crowley endorsed on the day you arrived. You’ve just been rolling with it since.
Until now.
You’ve applied for citizenship in their home country post-graduation and it hits them that…they don’t know your last name. Trying not to seem like a bad boyfriend, they sneak a peak at your official documents issued by Night Raven’s guardianship.
Only to learn that they apparently didn’t know your first name either. Wow. *low whistle* that is just….yeah. That’s something alright.
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Riddle is floored. Considering he is a man of details, how on earth could he go four years without knowing your last name? While simultaneously misusing your first? He isn’t sure how to proceed. Should he be angry with himself for overlooking such an important matter, or angry at you for being so flippant? Both. The answer is both. He is going to be thinking about this for years.
“...Four years, and not once did you think to correct me?" He exhales, measured but tense. "That is either a remarkable lapse in judgment, or an astonishing lack of consideration. Do you have any idea how improper that is—on both our parts?!”
Cater makes a joke, insisting that this was your plan all along, huh? To assume a new identity the moment you weren’t tied to the Isle of Sages anymore? When you dock in the Queedom, will you disappear into the night? Good luck with that, sweetie. Under the jokes he is in mourning. He really liked the nickname YuuYuu. Even if you tell him it’s okay to use, he just can’t.
“Aww, babe, that is so shady of you but kind of iconic, not gonna lie." He laughs, then winces. "I cannot believe you really pulled the whole identity swap trope on me. AH! I've been hashtagging the wrong name for years! My brand is about to be in shambles.”
Trey thinks of all the times you’ve called him a pushover (affectionate). As if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black. How could you look him in the eye for four years and tell him to be more open, when you’ve been allowing an entire campus call you by the wrong name? Is he really the laid back one in this relationship here? God it’s ‘the girl with the green ribbon’ story all over again. When was he going to find out, when you’re both senile in a nursing home?
“Your name is … nice?" He adjusts his glasses slightly, if not a bit awkward. "I don’t know how I’m supposed to react in this situation. Just give me a second. Maybe sixty.”
Deuce is stuck remembering all the times he’s doodled your name in the margines of his notebook. He feels a bit slighted, did you not trust him? Did you think he wouldn’t believe you if you told him the truth? What’s he going to tell his mom? It already took a hour to convince her that ‘Yuu’ was your actual name and not some sick joke. You made him a liar! Dylla is not going to let him live this down. It’s 100% being mentioned to every party guest at your wedding and in her speech too.
“I already told my mom your name was Yuu!" He groans loudly, genuinely distressed "Do you know how hard that was to explain? Stop — stop laughing damn it! She is never going to forget this!”
Ace. Who doesn’t care. You’re ‘Yuu’. It’s what he’s called you these past four years and what he’ll keep calling you until the day you die. If you had a problem with it, you should’ve correct him before. Sorry, not sorry (secretly a bit miffed). Jokes aside — he takes absolutely no time getting over it and just mashes the names together into a nickname that sounds new levels of wrong. That becomes your permanent title.
“You just let me look stupid all this time, huh?” He clicks his tongue. “That’s messed up. So…do I get to pick now, or are we pitching names in magnets on the fridge like you’re a newborn? ‘Cause I’m cool with either.”
Leona is drifting through every thought he has ever had about you for the past for years. Your name spoken in his dreams, stuck on his tongue each time he watched you walk away. Etched in his eyelids and written in the red glow when sun blinds him awake in the morning. Spoken from his chest during moments of binding intimacy. All those moments now tainted by that damned Crow. He’s pissed you never once corrected him. Out of spite, you lose name privileges for an entire day. That old title of ‘herbivore’ coming back after a three year drought. In truth, he’s just buying a bit of time to figure himself out. Even though you’re the one who let him, calling you by the wrong name is a disrespect he cannot believe you allowed an entire campus get away with.
“Tch. So all this time, you let everyone get your name wrong and just sat there. If it bothered you, you should’ve said something.” He clicks his tongue, looking away. “You know what? Fine. Don’t make me out as the idiot for taking you at your word, herbivore.”
Ruggie writes your name on a piece of notebook paper and clips it to your collar. Makes sure to do it in the biggest red marker he can find too, so people know exactly what they’re seeing. He’s got secrets, yeah. Sure. Not from you though. Did you seriously expect him to take one look at that file and let it go? Do you have any idea how important it is to have your documents right (or at least convincing forgeries)? Never-mind that you’ve had him write home to his Grandma about you with the wrong name. For four years. She’s actually going to kill him for this. You are aware that hyena households are matriarchal, right?
“You know how hard it is to keep paperwork straight?” He taps the file against your head like it is obvious. “If you were gonna be all mysterious, you could’ve picked a better time. Sheesh. Gran's gonna have my tail for this...”
Jack can’t stop staring. His whole body went stiff and he forgot that it was just supposed to be a subtle glance over your shoulder. Now there’s this hunk of meat breathing down your neck, looming there like the words will change if he stares hard enough — because how. How do you go four years with someone and not tell them your real name? He feels even worse once you tell him the reason why you let everyone call you ‘Yuu’.
“…Oh.” His ears twitch, and his terse expression softens when you explain why you didn’t correct anyone. “So that’s why, huh.” A pause. “I get why you did it, but I wish you’d trusted me enough to tell me sooner. We could've set the record straight together. as a team.”
Azul dumps all your name-tags out on his desk for prime viewing. Mostro Lounge. Sams. Student ID. Newspaper Club ID. He does the same for all your old documentations. Train tickets, movie stubs, class schedules, etc. Don’t ask why he has these. Definitely not because they’re the only proof that you exist. Anyways. What do they all say? Oh, ‘Yuu’? And what is your name? Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha. Never-mind that you could’ve used this to cheese him out of a contract. He can’t believe you’ve held such an Ace up your sleeve and did not use it once.
“Fascinating. You had the perfect loophole and chose not to exploit it.” He exhales, somewhere between impressed and irritated. “I don’t know whether to applaud your restraint or question your judgment.”
Jade just found out your dirty little secret. He always had an inkling that you were hiding something from him. Yet the sense he got was unlike that of debtors intentionally fabricating stories. To him, a name is but a string of letters. Although this is good to know for when binding matters are concerned.
“I had wondered what you were withholding.” Jade chuckles into his closed fist. “But I must admit, I did not expect it to be something so straightforward.”
Floyd gets your last name and then instantly forgets it. Kidding! Does it really matter, when your last name is going to be ‘Leech’ anyway? For a long time he assumed you didn’t have one and was already content with sharing. Your first name is interesting. He thinks Crowley sucks for making an entire campus call you by somethin’ you’re not…but to Floyd, you’re always going to be ‘Shrimpy’. (He uses your given name often later on. Azul is Azul. Jade is Jade. When the time comes, you will be yourself too.)
“Hehe, that’s so weird. I thought you just didn’t have one, like a stray or somethin’.” Floyd grins, leaning closer. “Your last name’s gonna be Leech soon anyway, so who cares?”
Kalim feels guilty. Like the kind of guilt that gets passed down six generations. Despite his large family, he's made an effort to learn the names of all his siblings and cousins. Yet he's been addressing the literal love of his life as a pronoun?! You might think it's hilarious but this sweet summer child has an existential crisis. Naturally he'll laugh it off if you do, but it's like he's 16 again and there are important things about the people he cares about flying over his head. For the next week, expect him to overuse your name. Although, he is a bit sad. He's called you 'Yuu' for so long and he can't exactly forget how much love was poured into each time he spoke it. He still calls you Yuu sometimes out of habit, catches himself, then laughs it off, switching back and forth without much care.
“Wait—so I’ve just been calling you the wrong name this whole time?!” He laughs, a little too loud to sound natural. “No way — say it again, we can start over! Hi, I'm Kalim 'Al Asim. It's nice to meet you!”
Jamil is wondering how you've managed to survive this long. He knows for a fact that you've been to the doctor. Mainly because it was his butt seated in the waiting room with the same six shoddy pop-songs stuck on loop for two hours. Pure torture but necessary since you apparently had to be forced there. So just...why didn't you correct him when filling out forms back then? Better yet, why didn't you correct him at literally any point in time? It's been four years. Even if you were apprehensive at first for very valid reasons....seriously? This is how he finds out? He's honestly impressed you can keep a secret, considering you text him about eggshells in your cake or when someone sneezed a fart during class. Someone...help him.
“Four years.” He exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’ll tell me every minor detail of your life, but this is what you decide to keep to yourself?”
Epel does a spit take. You’ll need to request a new, laminated copy, alongside a change of shirt. This one’s been drenched in apple juice and crumpled from when he all but snatched the papers from your hands. Subtly be damned — you mean to tell him he’s been simpering and whimpering over the wrong name for four long years? What if he got it tattooed on his blastcycle?! Or carved into a ring box, huh?! Ah. No. He wasn’t going to do that. Forget everything he just said! Hells…if he wasn’t close to graduating too, he’d take the detention just to tell Crowley off. How the heck could you let this sort of thing go!
“What do you mean that ain’t your real name?!” He coughs, then wipes at the mess on his shirt with a horrified look. “Hells, I knew Crowley was negligent, but this is ridiculous. You’re lucky I’m tryin’ not to get detention, else I ought to go have a word with 'im myself."
Rook cannot believe there was something about you that he did not know. He resigned the knowledge of your last name to time and convenience — but to mistake your first? The revelation is both a thrilling miracle and an utter travesty! The mere thought that you haven’t spoken your own name in four years? Oh, you know his heart is shattered when not a word of purple prose escapes him. Yet he cannot sulk. No. The name ‘Yuu’ is still so special. It is the name that dots every love letter, every thought, every passion that has consumed him for four years. He welcomes your birth name as the dawn of a new era, seeing you as a vibrant blossom finally in bloom within Twisted Wonderland.
"Je te vois, mon cher, and yet there was still a part of you I had not known.” He closes his eyes for a moment, almost savoring the revelation. “A secret so intimate, so tenderly kept, and now at last revealed to the one who adores every facet of you.”
Vil loses his decorum for a brief moment. The documents are plucked from your hands, his unoccupied one grasps your bicep so that you don’t just run off on him. He points to the nearest chair and makes you sit while he skims through all of NRC’s paperwork. Your personal details are not his business and Vil is all for privacy…but he honestly has no idea what you were thinking. You do understand that you have the right to stand up for yourself, yes? Even if you wished to keep being called ‘Yuu’ — which based on your story, he assumes is false, did you not think to tell your lover? It seems a discussion about confidence is due…and an aspirin. Maybe two.
“Even if you tolerated it, why would you not correct me?” His eyes narrow slightly. “Confidence is not optional, especially when it concerns your own identity.”
Idia short circuits. His palms are moister than they get after a 24hr code jam. Not even the time crunch of a same-day deadline can get him like this. He really is the worst boyfriend in existence. Not only did it take years for you to receive proper documentation — y’know, proof of your existence so you can’t just go ‘poof’ on him someday? But to be called something like ‘Yuu’ which he is realizing in real time is just ‘You’. Wow. That’s so messed up. Why are you with him? Why didn’t you correct him? Why didn’t he think to check your stats before? Holy shit. Keyboard smash in his chest and everything.
“W-Wait—so ‘Yuu’ is literally just… ‘you’?” He stares at you like his brain just blue-screened. “How did I not catch that? I’ve min-maxed entire RPGs but couldn’t fact-check my own relationship? — god, what is wrong with me?!”
Malleus wanes as if his entire world has been flipped upside down. You were his first friend. His first and last love. Yet he cannot be remiss with you for holding your name close to your heart. He did the same when you first met, after all. Except Malleus’ ruse lasted some months while yours has held strong this entire relationship. Malleus cannot believe he’s been completely in the dark for four years. What bothers him most is that you may have gone forever without sharing this with him. Names are bonding for fae. Did you intend to bind yourself to his one day, but not allow him to do the same? Don’t bother checking the weather forecast. A monsoon is on the way with three days of heavy rain.
“Ah… I see.” He studies you with a look steady, almost aching. “Your name is not a small thing, child of man. It is a part of you, and I wish I had been worthy of cherishing it sooner.. You need not fear giving it to me now. Whether you are called by the name this world gave you or the one you were born with, I will always know exactly who stands before me.”
Lilia plays it in good fun. Anytime someone asks after ‘Yuu’, he plays dumb. Even if you’re right there. One of his little students asks about his partner? Oh, sorry dearie. They’re not around anymore but have you met my new sweetheart? Then he introduces you by your given name, and suddenly you have to explain to a class of five year olds that their teacher is a jerk who will not be getting the lunch you’ve come to drop off. Lilia’s another one who doesn’t hold himself too harshly for not knowing. Names hold power, yes. Although he’s begun to accept that one such as ‘Vanrouge’ can be desired, even though it is stained in unfathomable amounts of blood. He is just waiting for you to accept it.
“If it makes you feel better, I shall pretend to be scandalized for your sake.” He grins, utterly delighted. “But between us, dearie? I rather like that I can get to know you all over again.”
Sebek deems this as a betrayal. You could point out to him that for the first year you both spent together, he hardly used your name at all. You corrected him for calling you ‘human’ countless times back then and yet he never listened until reality slapped him in the face. Even now he still relapses on occasion, to which he apologizes. Except that reminder would only serve to upset him further. Sebek expects you to hold him at the highest regard. Even if the entire world calls you ‘Yuu’ and you were okay with it, as your partner it is his responsibility to ensure you are not just satisfied, but comfortable. Uplifted. Your name is your legacy. Wear it with pride.
“You should have corrected everyone immediately!” He’s already halfway to pacing. “No, do not look at me like that. This is a matter of honor, as your true name is part of your dignity. You will not be forced to wear a name that is not yours if I have anything to say about it."
Silver is overcome with a deep sense of melancholy. For most of his life, he went without a last name. Which is why seeing ‘Vanrougue’ written next to his person is still an adjustment. A fond one, but an adjustment nonetheless. Yet this overwhelming sensation is actually attributed to the fact that with the name ‘Vanrouge,’ it was like the world finally recognized him. He wonders how you must have felt to be given a new name in a new place and thrust into this new life. ‘Yuu’ is just one piece of who you are. He wants to know the person behind your true name. To see all of you.
“I see.” His expression turns thoughtful, a little sad around the edges. “Then you have been carrying a name that was never fully yours while building a life around it. I understand a little of that feeling. Having my name finally given to me is what made the world feel real. I wonder if it feels the same for you now."
HEARTLABYUL'S HOUSEWARDEN, RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, created a secluded rule that was never officially put forth in the Queen of Hearts' formal rulebook. The rule would be applied only during unbirthday parties in the Heartslabyul dormitory, where you are (unknowingly) permitted to have your preferred pastries or sweets served only to you, while the other students must settle for the standard fare. Of course, any modifications that you wish to make from your palette are keenly tracked by Riddle himself, ensuring that your tastes are always catered to during these gatherings.
SAVANACLAW'S HOUSEWARDEN, LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, had given you exclusive access that no one else in his dormitory had ever received before, disturbing him without consequences that could bring a lifetime of humiliation. To the oblivious eyes, the whole ordeal may be treated as trivial, but to those who have explicitly known the mighty beast, it's a golden opportunity to enjoy a rare privilege. You can bother him anytime you want, even if it's the stupidest thing in humankind, and he will never bat an eye and will willingly give you his undivided attention without question.
OCTAVINELLE'S HOUSEWARDEN, AZUL ASHENGROTTO, is a businessman who is familiar with the rulebook of satisfying his customers, especially those that are considered valuable to the Mostro Lounge. Recently, a new extension to the campus cafe was secretly implemented, and only one lucky customer is authorized to enjoy the exclusive benefits it offers. A private dining area with personalized and first-priority service and a specially curated menu that complements your palate awaits you. Surprisingly, the merman is gracious enough to deduct the costs of your meal from your total bill, transitioning it into special discounts and perks for being a preferred patron.
SCARABIA'S HOUSEWARDEN, KALIM AL-ASIM, is the epitome of generosity. True to his nature, he is happily inclined to deposit a heaping amount of allowance money into your bank account every month, ensuring that you are well taken care of and never have to worry about financial constraints! He's beaming every time a notification shows the number of items you've purchased with the money he gave you. If that wasn't enough, he would casually permit you to have exclusive entry into most of his prized belongings, for instance, like ancient artifacts or rare jewelry that could only be accessed by a select few.
POMEFIORE'S HOUSEWARDEN, VIL SCHOENHEIT, often never keeps the surplus of beauty products he sponsored for himself due to cluttering his own living space, instead opting to deliver the products that match your complexion and personal preferences directly to your doorstep. Whenever he was away to do shooting, regardless of how busy he was, he would often strictly instruct you to have a video call with him to assist you on how to properly use the products, ensuring that you achieve the desired results. There are some occasions when he would drag you to have beauty appointments with him and receive personalized treatments from his favorite aestheticians, all in an effort to help you look and feel your best.
IGNIHYDE'S HOUSEWARDEN, IDIA SHROUD, never dared to let anyone enter his room. However, the whole world has to hold its breath when you are given the green light to freely enter and exit his room whenever you want. At any time you visited him, his once messy room had gradually transformed into a meticulously organized space, which was a surprise change that only you seemed to be able to bring out in him. As if you weren't lucky enough, during gaming sessions, he sometimes lends you his account that he has spent years building up, giving you access to rare items and exclusive content that you could never obtain on your own.
DIASOMNIA'S HOUSEWARDEN, MALLEUS DRACONIA, knows a character with a sincere heart when he sees one. From the several interactions you had with him, he only knows goodness emanates from you, as you always treated him as an equal rather than just a royal heir, which left an impression on him. To reward your kindness and genuine nature, Malleus has decided to bestow upon you a special curse that may aid you in your future adventures. This curse will grant you his eternal protection and guidance, ensuring that no foolish foes are able to harm you as long as you carry his mark on your skin.
" WHOOPS, HE STOLE A KISS~ " ― VIL, ROOK, LEONA AND LILIA
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in which; how each of them would steal a kiss from you~
featuring; vil, rook, leona & lilia x separate fem reader
author's note; i wanted to add more, like jade and possibly malleus...but im too lazy 😔 THROW THE TOMATOES ITS OKAY I CAN TAKE IT no i can't. i might make another part with other characters when i have more motivation...maybe(ꏿ﹏ꏿ;) these were written in my notes, so the grammer will def be ood. started this at three am ahahahah
content; sfw, established relationship, implied female reader, surprised kisses, suggestive themes (mostly in vil's part only cuz im in love with him), unedited writing, grammar mistakes, possibly ooc, teasing, fluff, imagine/scenarios, pardon my french ( literally ! )
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VIL SCHOENHEIT
you were brought to his dressing room for only a "quick moment" ― which, on your behalf, seemed reasonable. maybe he wanted to speak to you about costume? maybe the script? perhaps he just wanted to compliment you on your work.
and compliment he did, as the next thing you knew you were sitting against his vanity―back to the mirror, hands around the housewardens neck and his hands on your waist like they belonged there.
and according to vil? it's a match made in heaven.
it all happened too fast, you barely remember why he called you in here. one moment led to another, commenting about his makeup and asking you to blend it better―unbelievably foolish of him to think having you this close, in a private room, where your both already sweating due to the stage lights―was a smart move.
you get close to his face with a makeup brush, only getting a few strokes along his cheek in before his lips crash into yours, eyes widen and brush fallen to the floor with a loud thud―vil pushes you against his vanity and lifts you effortlessly ontop. hands respectively cup your ass to set you down comfortably before kissing you again.
it's not gentle, but it's not too rough either. somewhere in between, you couldn't quite put it into words. but you didn't need to, for vil's lips moved with yours as you wrap your arms instinctively around this neck.
with his hands on your waist, moments later he pulls away leaving you both breathless. staring into each other's eyes, you started to giggle.
you reach over to swipe your thumb against his lip, violet lipstick smudged.
"your makeup is ruined..." you pout playfully, cupping his cheeks as he readjusts his hold on you, a hand playing with the back of your hair. "hardly," he mused, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and smirked, "you, my dear, look far more disheveled~"
ROOK HUNT
it was taught a long time ago walks with rook were never expected, something always seemed to turn it around and make it special. it's rook, it's bound to have happened. he compliments you, praises you, pictures multiple different scenarios in his mind which lighting looks better―but will not lie to himself, you look beautiful in any lighting!
your both walking along the pomefiore's garden peacefully, quiet and cozy. You smile at the beautiful flowers that bloomed, rook replying with "you bloom just has beautifully, mon trésor~" leaving you a flustered mess.
as the walk went on, you left watched―turning your head slightly from one of the bushes you are met with rooks eyes staring down yours. as if he's searching for something, was there something on your face?
"rook...why are you staring at me like that?"
the vice-housewarden simply chuckles, stepping past you to pick a rose from the garden, despite you nervous about the fact he picked a fresh flower from the pomefiore garden, your thoughts were flushed away when he suddenly pushed back your hair and gently placed the rose stem behind your hair. moving your hair back into place, he traces a gloved hand along your cheekbones and stares you in the eyes once more.
"there...comme c'est beau~ i was right ... the rose definitely matches your eyes~" he whispered against your skin, hands to your skin and his chest close to yours. if the garden wasn't empty, you would have definitely melted into a mushy puddle right then and there, but his touch held you together―like glue on middle schoolers art project.
before you could respond, his lips ghost against yours, "forgive me," he mummers, ",but i simply must appreciate a discovery this beautiful~ to its fullest."
your brain barely had time to process that sentence before his lips finally met yours. his gloved hand lingers at your jaw, lips soft against yours. it was rough, but warm and deliberate. your eyes shot open, a surprised squeak muffled against his lips as he pulled away moments later, panting softly as his lashes flutter back up at you. "your reaction," he said quietly, almost pleased with himself. "it's just how i imagined in my head, over and over~"
you blushed, "rook! you can't just―" he kissed you again, quicker and more playful this time. "you wish to argue?" he teases, getting closer to your face again, "mon trésor, do you wish i test my theory a second time?"
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
don't get me wrong, leona likes to hear the sound of your voice. he'd make it his alarm clock if he knew how to do that sort of thing―but that's not the point. the point is...it becomes too much. again, he doesn't hate it .. he just can't focus on your voice when he's trying to take a nap.
underclassmen? annoyed the hell out of him. ruggie? got his lunch order wrong due to being distracted by kalim or one of the freshmen who was also part of the conversation...for some reason. and you? no where to be seen for the whole day, causing him to be in a pissy mood.
he wanted to see you, but couldn't find you. so you know how he'll get...that's right... irritated. just at the fact your not there to be his pillow.
could he have just called you via phone or text? oh, trust me, he did. alas, your phone was on silent since this morning due to studying and sleeping during the night...which leads him to now.
your sitting on his stomach in the humbleness of his own dorm, sunlight peeking through the open spaces and the sheets messy and scrunched under the beastmen. at first, it was quiet. leona already half asleep, would be fully if it wasn't for you and suddenly starting up a conversation.
eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, your smile lines on display for him to adore as you ramble about sevens know what anymore. first it was a movie, then said actor is the movie...then school studies and now you're on about some new dish the mostro lounge announced a few days ago you wanted to check out with him.
"that sounds yummy, huh leona?"
"hm, oh yah..."
you glare at him, pouting to yourself. you just said it came with a side of vegetables...and he agreed? yah, he was barely paying attention.
you simply sigh, unaware of the flick of the princes' tail as you continued talking...and talking...and even more talking.
not even five minutes have gone by and something inside leona snapped.
he snatched your wrist, your eyes dart down with an arched brow. before you could question, leona's lips smash into yours. gently, cutting you off mid-sentence. your eyes widen, cheeks go pink and your body starts to heat up. the kiss wasn't long, just long enough to get your brain buffering so when he pulls back...your speechless.
fills his ego, look what you've done.
"you talk too much..." he states lazily, and honestly...you weren't even in the right mindset anymore to get angry. "kept going on about the same gross meal over and over again...started to actually taste it." oh...so he was listening...
he grins, arm reaching out to wrap around your hips and push you closer to him, "but hey...keep talking though," he rests his forehead against yours, "gives me another reason to shut you up again~"
LILIA VANROUGE
now, who doesn't like a good game of tag~ especially with your favorite fae of them all, lilia vanrouge! it starts with you being in a playful mood, poking at him, ticking his sides and running away quickly after, tugging at his hair tuggs while he's distracted―but we all know he was aware of your antics. this is post-general vanrouge we're talking about, you can't surprise him the way you want to.
which brings you to the present, sneaking down the halls of the diasomnia dorm, anticipating lilias footsteps running behind you at any moment. you look left and right, taking another step forward.
a pause...another step. until you walk normally down the hall, you only make it a few steps before a sudden weight drops itself on your back. you scrambled to forward, a shriek leaving your lungs as you whip around to find lilia staring at you upside down, a happy smile on his face as he laughs.
"fufu~ found you~" he mused, poking your nose as your eyes squint. "you're it! khee he he~"
"you cheated!" you accused the bat immediately, no hesitation.
lilia gasps dramatically, turning right side up as his heels click against the floors.
"me? a cheater?" he placed a hand over his chest, "my dear, i'm wounded!"
you crossed the arms, a small pout on your lips as you retort, "don't you pull that trick on me, you used magic to teleport behind me and find me easily! Also, you're flying!!"
"that is merely a creative strategy, my love~"
"don't baby name me, mister! you and i had a mutual agreement, no magic allowed, it would be a disadvantage for me!"
lilia leaned close, inches away from your face as you glared down at him. "you are quite adorable when your angry...like a little bat learning how to fly~ but never getting that far off the ground~ khee he he!"
your nose scrunched.
"i'm not―"
you didn't realize how close he was in your space, how could he possibly get closer? you blinked, arms still crossed but less tense as you arched a brow at him, "what are you planning?"
"hmm..." he hummed in thought, magenta eyes searching yours intensively, tilting his head as if studying you. you look very vulnerable, right now. Is what he would say if he was dumb enough to out right spoil the fun.
"don't you even try to puppy dog eyes me―"
you barely got your sentence through before lilia's lip met yours, tender and slow. pulling back with a sly smirk and a glimmer in his eyes, you blushed mad. you stared at him, not disgusted...but the audacity to attack you when your guard is down.
scandalous, even for a ex-general!! or...maybe it wasn't, when it comes to lilia.
"you looked so serious with your pouty lips, i thought you were about to combust. fufu~ safe to say, your right as rain, aren't you dear?"
your eyebrow twitched, "you―you can't just―"
mwah.
another kiss. quick. playful, this time.
"aha! there's that look again!" he teases, eyes dark with an evil, playful look when you hide your face in your hands, "your... impossible!" you groaned, voice muffled against your skin.
he merely chuckles at that, "and your reactions are quite entertaining...i might keep you like this for a while~" he kisses you again, fingers interlocking with yours as he dips you low while he levitates up.
you barely made to dinner that night.
end notes; these were gonna be shorter but i got carried away with lilia ahem
in which, while running errands with azul and jamil, you have a fateful encounter and worrying heart-to-heart about your current living conditions with their RSA counterparts - minajael and rielle.
tw - none. borderline shitposting. live dove: tender and sweet.
It’d been three weeks since winter vacation, Meaning, three weeks since Jamil locked you in his dorm and threatened you into helping him resolve a crisis he’d solved. Meaning, three weeks since he lost his temper and tried to kill you the old-fashioned way. Meaning, three weeks since you, Grim, Azul, and he came to the understanding that it would take some serious monetary incentives for you all to simply forget to mention the incident to Crowley.
Was the trauma still fresh? Absolutely.
Would you probably benefit from literally any amount of distance from not one, but two separate men who’d attempted to murder and/or enslave you in the same school year? Undoubtedly.
Was distance as profitable as exploiting Jamil (and, by association, Kalim’s) fear of explosion? Definitely not.
And so, taking advantage of your new wallet on legs, you found yourself browsing fresh fruit at the heart of Sage Island’s marketplace, Jamil perusing to your left and Azul haggling with the vendor to your right. Your mouth had only just started to water at the thought of refilling Ramshakle’s consistently empty pantry when you heard a shrill voice cry out deafeningly behind you. It was calling Azul’s name.
There was a flash of red and teal, and then, a new shape was latched onto Azul’s back – a teenage boy. He must’ve been a student, but his uniform was unfamiliar and Azul looked less than elated by the sudden reunion, visibly fighting to keep his composure as the new boy all-but strangled him in a full body hug. “Azzy,” he cried, burying his face in Azul’s shoulder. If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve thought he was greeting a lover freshly back from some terrible war. “It’s been so, so, so long. You never write anymore, and I was so excited when I found out we’d be going to school on the same island, and—”
Next to you, Jamil snickered. You pursed your lips.
“Is this your fault?”
“This is just karma,” Jamil admitted. “Everyone deserves a visit from home, now and then.”
“Is that right, Viper?”
You turned your attention to yet another new face – a significantly taller boy. He wore a delicately braided headscarf and enough gold jewelry around his neck to pay your bills for the next decade. Hmm. Maybe you’d been summoned to the wrong school after all.
Immediately, Jamil’s grin fell into a grimace, only to be quickly replaced by a strained, sickeningly polite smile. He turned to you, gesturing to the newcomer. “(Y/n), this is—”
“Minajael. And the leech over there is Rielle.” He waved toward his red-headed companion. “I didn’t realize Jamil had such pretty friends.”
Jamil’s smile wavered. “We’re just classmates. (Y/n) is another student at—”
“Half a student,” you corrected. “Since I don’t have any magic.”
Minajael let out a breath of a laugh. “I didn’t know Night Raven was so accepting.”
“Oh, they aren’t. They kinda had to let me in, since I was summoned here from another dimension and don’t know anything about this world and all. I would probably starve to death if they kicked me out. The headmade even made me work as a janitor for a while, too.” You paused to think. “That, or I have a really bad concussion. I did hit my head pretty hard when all the house-wardens attacked me during the opening ceremony.”
That was enough to catch Rielle’s attention, too. He looked away from Azul just long enough to ask, “Wait, so you don’t know anything about life here?Like, anything at all?”
Azul grunted. “We’ve taught them plenty.”
“That’s right,” you said, nodding wisely. “They taught me all about playing magift.”
“Among other things.”
“Oh, yeah. I learned how to cook and clean while working for Azul’s restaurant. That’s why he didn’t have pay to me.”
Again, Azul opened his mouth, but you shot him a look and he closed it just as quickly. It wasn’t as if the real explanation of your as-of-yet uncompensated labor was any less damning.
Minajael’s expression took on a concerned note. “But, they are taking care of you now, right? I didn’t take Kalim for the type to leave a member of his dorm—”
“Oh, no, I’m not in Scrabia.”
Rielle beamed. “Octavinelle, then?”
“Nope.” You took care to pop the ‘p’ appropriately. “I actually sleep in a dilapidated shack on campus. Not all alone, obviously. The ghosts keep me company. And the fire-breathing dire-beast who lives in my kitchen.”
Minajael’s eyes widened and Rielle audibly gasped. You were thankful you’d left Grim with Ace and Deuce, today. Your monster was more horrific in description than he was in reality.
“Not that we aren’t ecstatic to host,” Jamil added. It was almost impressive – how broad he could smile when he was trying to save face. “You just stayed with us over winter break, remember?”
“Ah, right. You guys were so happy to have me, you actually locked me in my room every night. With a bar across the door and everything.” You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t know how that slipped my mind. Must be the concussion acting up again. Never did see anyone about that.”
Jamil moved to interject, but Minajael was faster – shoving past Jamil and taking your hands in his. When he spoke, his voice was delicate, lowered into a hush. As if anything louder would break you into pieces. “Do you want something to eat, sweetheart? Maybe a place to stay? We could even have a little chat with our headmage. Only if you wanted to, of course.”
Rielle was much more blunt. “Do you want us to call the police?”
You feigned shock. “There are cops in this world? Jamil said that no one would ever, ever come to save—”
You weren’t allowed to finish. Jamil was already grabbing your wrist and spouting off an excuse about an early curfew or festival preparations or some other trivial but urgent matter all of you had to attend to in next five minutes. Before you could protest, you were being dragged out of the marketplace and toward Night Raven, a flustered Azul trailing just a few steps behind.
“You,” he started, malice thick in his tone, “are a hazard to yourself and others.”
“Especially others,” Azul huffed.
You could only grin, satisfied to have reminded them how good it was to have you on their side.
Picture with me you the player you come from our world. Which means you have the ability to say the most out of pocket shit to mess with the Twst cast. I'm talking like-
"Ah tunnels they remind me of the catacombs in Paris."
"Oh catacombs how interesting! Is there a specific area for them in your world?"
"Nah man they're all beneath the entire city streets."
"........What-"
Or shit like-
"Ya know there's certain areas in America that people avoid."
"Oh? Are they dangerous?"
"Well if by dangerous meaning people just up and disappear into the void because of local legends of creatures and spirits attacking them then yeah."
"Prefect. Prefect where the FUCK do you live?"
There's potential here do you see what I'm putting down?????
