Context: Being a decent person is quite a rare thing in NRC and many of the students there wanted to have some time with you, but your inner circle of friends won't let that slide at all. Here are some of their reaction to someone bothering their time with you.
Other dorms: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia
Ace ♥️
Deuce ♠️
Cater♦️
Trey ♣️
Riddle🌹
I'll be back with posting the next part later next week! Hope you like this new series I've made! :3
The kitchen smelled like vanilla, warm butter, and fresh strawberries, the usual peaceful Saturday afternoon baking session. Trey had his sleeves rolled up, apron dusted with flour. His son sat on a tall stool nearby, little legs swinging back and forth as he watched his father work. But the boy’s mind was clearly elsewhere. He kept glancing toward the doorway that led to the living room, where you were currently resting on the couch with a pillow behind your back.
Trey noticed the distraction and smiled softly, wiping his hands in a towel. “What’s on your mind, buddy? You’ve been quiet today.”
The little boy looked up at him with serious eyes. “Daddy, you have to stop feeding Mommy so many sweets.”
Trey raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh? And why’s that?”
“Because her belly is getting really huge!” the boy said matter of factly. “and she keeps saying her back hurts. If you keep giving her cake and tarts, she’s gonna get even bigger!”
Trey let out a warm, fond laugh that filled the kitchen. He set the bowl down and crouched slightly so he was closer to his son eye level. “That’s not because of the sweets, kiddo. Mommy’s belly is big because your little sister is growing in there.”
The boy’s eyes widened in pure horror. “Mommy ate my future sister?!”
Trey had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing too hard. He reached out and gently ruffled his son’s hair. “No, no. She didn’t eat her. That’s not how it works.”
The boy tilted his head, clearly confused but now intensely curious. “Then… how did the baby get in there?”
Trey froze for a second.
Ah. The Question.
He had known this day would come eventually. He thought for a long moment, trying to find an explanation that was gentle enough for a child, and wouldn’t get him in trouble with you later for oversharing. Finally, he smiled that calm, reliable dad smile and went with what he knew best.
“It’s kind of like baking.” Trey explained. “When two people love each other very much, like Mommy and I do, they put all their love together, along with some special ingredients. It makes a kind of dough. Then they carefully shape that dough with lots of care and warmth. And after a long time of ‘baking’… a baby comes out, all ready and perfect.”
The boy’s eyes sparkled with sudden understanding. “So… it’s like making a gingerbread man?”
Trey nodded, relieved. “Exactly like that. Except way more special. And instead of cookies, you get a little sister.”
The boy thought about it for a second, then grinned brightly. “Can we make gingerbread men right now? With buttons and everything? I want to make one for my baby sister!”
Trey chuckled and stood up, already reaching for the cookie cutters. “Sure thing. But we have to save some dough for Mommy too. She’s been craving sweets even more lately.”
As father and son started rolling out fresh gingerbread dough together, the dangerous question was successfully avoided. Trey made a mental note to thank the Seven that his son was still young enough to be distracted by baked goods.
Later that evening, when you walked into the kitchen and saw the tray of slightly lopsided gingerbread babies, you raised an eyebrow at Trey. “…Do I even want to know what conversation led to this?”
Trey just smiled innocently and kissed your cheek. “Let’s just say I handled the ‘where do babies come from’ talk with minimal damage.”
Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie was in the middle of his least favorite chore …laundry… grumbling under his breath about how how is he supposed to fold a panties. He was sorting socks when his little girl walked into the room, clutching his car keys in both hands like they were precious treasure.
He raised an eyebrow. “Oi, what’re you planning with those, kiddo?”
She looked up at him with big, determined eyes and declared. “Daddy, you need to take me to the hospital right now.”
Ruggie’s ears shot straight up. His eyes blew wide in instant panic.
1. Something was wrong with his baby girl.
2. If anything was wrong with her, you were going to kill him, bring him back, and kill him again.
He dropped the laundry basket and crouched down immediately, hands gently checking her forehead, arms, and knees. “What’s wrong?! Does anything hurt? Did you fall? Are you sick? Talk to me, kid!”
His daughter shook her head, looking perfectly fine and a little confused by his reaction. “I’m okay, Daddy.”
Ruggie let out a huge sigh of relief, shoulders slumping. “Then why do you wanna go to the hospital so bad?”
She said it so casually it nearly knocked him over. “To buy me a little sister.”
Ruggie blinked once. Twice.
“…The hospital doesn’t sell kids, kiddo.”
His daughter puffed out her cheeks and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You’re a big liar! I saw it! People walk in with nothing and come out carrying babies!”
Ruggie had to bite down hard on his lip to stop himself from laughing right in her face. His shoulders shook with the effort. This was too good. He tried to keep a straight face. “That’s… not quite how it works.”
She crossed her arms, looking thoroughly annoyed. “Then where do babies come from?”
Ruggie leaned back against the washing machine, grinning that signature sly hyena smile. He shrugged. “Sorry, kid. That kind of top secret information costs a lot. And your little piggy bank doesn’t have nearly enough saved up to buy it from me.”
His daughter stared at him for a long moment, clearly plotting. Ruggie thought he was so smart. He thought he’d bought himself some peace and quiet.
He was wrong.
A few hours later, you walked through the front door and immediately narrowed your eyes at Ruggie, who was now pretending to be very focused on washing the dishes.
“Why…” you asked slowly, “did our daughter just call Leona on the phone asking to borrow money so she could ‘buy information’ from her father?”
Ruggie froze mid fold. His ears flattened. “..She did what now?”
You crossed your arms. “You heard me.”
Ruggie ran a hand down his face, groaning. “That little sneak… I knew she was too smart for her own good.” Ruggie sighed dramatically and flopped against you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Can’t we just tell her the stork brings them? Or that they grow on trees?”
“You messed up, you solve it.”
He never going to live this one down.
Jade Leech
Jade walked hand in hand with his daughter after he picked her up from kindergarten. He’s listening attentively as she chattered away about her day. His usual polite smile was soft and genuine, these moments with her were some of his favorites.
“We went to the aquarium today, Papa!” she said excitedly, swinging his hand. “We saw big fishes and tiny fishes and, and baby seahorses! They were so small and funny looking!”
Jade nodded, eyes warm with amusement. “That sounds quite fascinating. Did you learn anything interesting about them?”
She nodded vigorously. “The teacher said the daddy seahorse carries the babies and gives birth to them! It looked really silly.”
Jade chuckled softly. “Nature has many curious ways of…”
The little girl suddenly stopped walking and looked up at him with big, innocent eyes. “Papa… did you give birth to me? Just like the daddy seahorse?”
Jade froze mid step.
For once in his life, the ever composed Jade Leech was completely speechless. His eyes widened slightly as he stared down at his daughter. “…Could you repeat that, my dear?” he asked, voice still polite but just a touch strained, hoping he had simply misheard.
She repeated it cheerfully. “The teacher said boy seahorses give birth to the babies. And seahorses are fish, and you’re a fish too, Papa! So you must have given birth to me!”
Jade stood there in stunned silence for several long seconds. He had mentally prepared for many things as a father. The “where do babies come from” question had been on his list, neatly categorized with several age appropriate explanations ready. But this? Not even on the backup list.
He crouched down to her eye level, still maintaining his calm smile with impressive effort. “Humans and merfolk are not quite the same as fish, especially not seahorses.” he explained gently. “Our biology is rather different.”
His daughter tilted her head, blinking up at him with pure curiosity. “Why? Then how dose we do it?”
Jade opened his mouth… then closed it. For the first time in years, he found himself mentally unequipped. He could feel the beginning of a rare headache forming. Thankfully, salvation appeared just ahead.
“Ah!” Jade said smoothly, straightening up and pointing toward a colorful shop across the street. “Look at that. They have your favorite ice cream today. Would you like some?”
The distraction worked instantly. His daughter gasped in delight and the dangerous topic was (temporarily) forgotten as they went to get ice cream.
The next day, Azul came to visit, as he occasionally did. The two were chatting in the living room while your daughter played nearby. At one point, Azul mentioned with a small, proud smile
“Actually, my wife and I have been talking about having one more child.”
Before Jade could respond, his daughter looked up from her toys and said brightly. “So Uncle Azul is gonna give birth soon?”
The entire room went dead silent.
Azul’s teacup froze halfway to his mouth. His face went through several shades of color. Jade’s polite smile twitched dangerously at the corners.
“…I beg your pardon?” Azul asked weakly.
Jade cleared his throat, voice still perfectly polite but with a dangerous edge. “It seems my daughter has developed some… interesting theories after her aquarium trip.”
Your daughter nodded seriously. “Daddy seahorses give birth! And Uncle Azul is…”
Jade quickly stood up. “My dear, why don’t we go see if there’s more ice cream in the kitchen?” As he gently ushered his daughter out of the room, Jade glanced back at Azul with a serene yet terrifying smile.
“We will never speak of this again.”
Kalim Al Asim
It was one of those rare, perfectly peaceful afternoons in the Al-Asim household. No parties. No sudden guests. No emergencies. Just you and Kalim sitting on the mountain of colorful pillows scattered across the living room carpet, chatting about nothing important, how the new fountain in the garden looked, what the kids had drawn that morning, and how lucky you both felt to have such a lively family. Kalim eyes sparkled as he leaned in closer, a bright, affectionate smile on his face. He leaned closer playfully, already tilting his head to kiss you but before his lips could meet yours, a tiny boy burst into the room.
“NOOO!”
Your youngest son sprinted between the two of you and shoved Kalim chest with both little hands, pushing him back with surprising determination for a five year old. Then he immediately climbed into your lap and wrapped his arms tightly around your neck, glaring at his father. “Stay away from Mommy!”
You and Kalim both froze, staring at your son in shock.
“…Sweetie?” You gently patted his back, trying to understand. “What’s going on? Why did you do that?”
The little boy hugged you tighter, burying his face in your shoulder for a moment before turning to glare at Kalim again. “Daddy needs to stop!”
Kalim blinked, looking genuinely hurt and very confused. He had never once raised his voice or laid an angry hand on you. He couldn’t imagine what he’d done wrong.
“Me? What did I do, little treasure?” Kalim asked softly, tilting his head. “Did I make you upset?”
The boy pointed an accusing finger at his father. “You keep kissing Mommy! You have to stop! I don’t want more siblings!”
Both you and Kalim froze again. A long, heavy silence filled the room. You had to press your face into your son’s hair to hide how hard you were trying not to laugh. Kalim’s mouth opened, closed, then opened again.
“…Kissing?” he repeated, blinking rapidly. “Kissing doesn’t make babies, buddy. You don’t have to worry about that.”
The little boy looked at his father like he had just said the sky was green. His eyes started to glisten with frustrated tears. “But Uncle Jamil said kissing makes babies! And Uncle Jamil is really smart! He can’t be wrong!”
Kalim’s jaw dropped.
You finally lost the battle and let out a soft snort of laughter, quickly turning it into a comforting hum as you rocked your son gently. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. Everything’s alright. You’re not getting any more siblings right now. Daddy and I promise.”
The little boy sniffled, but your reassurance seemed to calm him. He stayed glued to your lap for a long time, occasionally shooting protective glances whenever your husband moved too close. Kalim just sat there, still looking stunned.
For the rest of that week, your son appointed himself the official “Kissing Guard.”
Every time Kalim tried to lean in for even a quick peck on your cheek, a tiny body would appear out of nowhere, pushing between you two with dramatic flair. “No kissing! No more brothers and sisters!”
Kalim took it with his usual good humor at first, laughing and ruffling the boy’s hair, trying to negotiate “just one little kiss” but by day four he was dramatically pretending to cry about being “banned from loving his wife.”
You eventually had to sit your son down again and explain that babies don’t appear just because people kiss. He listened, but still remained suspicious of any affection between you and Kalim for a while.
Rook Hunt
Rook was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, preparing a beautiful lunch. Soft music played in the background as he chopped vegetables. His son walked in with an unusually serious expression on his small face, brows furrowed, lips pressed together, the very picture of a tiny dramatic boy.
Rook’s sharp eyes noticed immediately. He set down the wooden spoon and turned with a warm, attentive smile. “Why such a grave face? Come, tell your Papa what troubles you.”
The little boy stood straight, took a deep breath, and said with all the seriousness a five year old could. “Papa… I’m going to be a father.”
Rook had to use everything not to burst into delighted laughter right then and there. Instead, he crouched gracefully to his son’s eye level, tilting his head with fond curiosity. “Oh? And how did this wonderful event come to pass?”
The boy’s cheeks flushed bright red. He looked down at his shoes, mumbling shyly. “I… I kissed a girl on the cheek.”
Rook’s heart melted into a puddle of pure adoration. He let out a soft, warm chuckle and scooped his son up into his arms, spinning him once before hugging him close.
“Ah, how romantic! A kiss on the cheek is a truly beautiful and noble gesture. However!” he added gently, tapping his son’s nose. “I’m afraid such a sweet little kiss will not make babies.”
The boy blinked up at him, confused. “Why not?”
Rook smiled patiently. “It is a much more complicated and magical process, my son. You are still far too young for such things. When you are older, we can speak of it properly.”
The boy pouted a little, but his curiosity remained.
But Rook’s eyes still sparkled up with pride. “ Who is the lucky girl? Did you treat her like a princess? I certainly hope so! Tell me everything, my little hunter. What is her name? Did you bow properly when…”
The kitchen door opened.
You walked in holding your phone, one eyebrow raised. “Rook…” you said slowly. “why did Vil just called me asking why his daughter came home announcing that she’s going to have a baby… and that our son is the father?”
The room went silent.
Rook kept smiling, that perfect, dazzling smile, but his face slowly drained of all color until he looked almost ghostly pale.
For the first time in recorded history, Rook Hunt whispered
“…Fuck.”
Lilia Vanrouge
Lilia was on the couch, peacefully flipping through a brand new cookbook, his eyes scanned the pages with interest when he heard the familiar tiny feet running. His daughter approached with sparkling eyes and a determined little bounce in her step.
Lilia immediately set the book aside, and scooped her up with a bright grin, settling her comfortably on his lap. “Well, well~ What brings my precious little batling to me with such shining eyes? Come, ask Papa anything!”
The little girl looked up at him seriously. “Papa… I have a question. It’s about babies.”
Lilia took a deep, theatrical breath and puffed out his chest with confidence. This was familiar territory. He had already survived this conversation once with Malleus and once with Silver. He was prepared. He would nail this one.
“Ask away, my dear! Papa knows everything!”
His daughter tilted her head. “Did I come from an egg?”
Lilia raised an elegant eyebrow. “An egg? Now why would you think that?”
“Because big brother Malleus said he came from an egg!”
Lilia’s smile faltered for half a second. He prayed internally that Malleus hadn’t gone into graphic detail about dragon hatching and mating rituals.
“Ah… I see. Well, no, my sweet. You did not come from an egg. Malleus is a dragon, so he hatched from one. But you, my darling girl, are different.”
His daughter nodded slowly, processing this new information. Then she looked up again with big, innocent eyes. “Did you find me in the woods?”
Lilia blinked. Twice. “…No?”
She pouted, crossing her little arms. “But big brother Silver told me you found him in the woods when he was a baby!”
Lilia let out a long, suffering sigh, rubbing his temple with one hand while still holding her with the other. “That… is a very different and rather complicated situation, my dear. I did not pick you up from the woods. You came here through the natural ways that babies usually arrive. If you’d like, I can explain it to you…”
Before he could continue, his daughter suddenly hopped off his lap. “Nope! That sounds boring!” she declared cheerfully. “I’m not interested anymore!”
And with that, she skipped away toward her toys, leaving Lilia sitting on the couch in stunned silence. He stared at the empty space where she had been, cookbook forgotten on the cushion beside him.
“…Boring?” he whispered, genuinely offended. “I was prepared to give her the whole speech!”Lilia slumped back dramatically. “Children these days have no appreciation for a well crafted explanation from an ancient fae…”
After waking up from what was almost a coma, failing to recognize his own girlfriend, avoiding you like the plague, passing out again, and finally waking up with only fragments of what happened, your boyfriend now has to deal with the overwhelming embarrassment… and earn your forgiveness.
# A/N: I got really sick these past two months holy moly 💔 but I’m back, WORK’S STILL FUCKING ME, also really sad w the world cup (despite not really liking football that much). hope y’all are doing well :)
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
“Got something to say, Kingscholar?” You crossed your arms, one brow raised as you fixed him with an unimpressed stare.
Normally, you’d step aside and invite him in. But Leona Kingscholar was grounded—banned from entering your dorm for an entire year…Or at least until you got over it, which, admittedly, probably wouldn’t take that long.
“You didn't came to see me after I woke up,” he grumbled. His tail was curled around his thigh, though the tip flicked impatiently against it. “Didn’t even answer my texts.”
“So?” you replied smugly. “I was simply respecting the hierarchy. And besides…” You tilted your head. “What exactly are you doing here?”
Leona gave you a look that clearly conveyed just how ridiculous he found that question, but before he could answer, you continued.
“What would your girlfriend think about this, huh?” You kept a perfectly straight face, even as his ears flattened.
“…What?”
“I heard she’s really pretty. And scary.” The corners of your lips curled into a grin as embarrassment slowly crept across his face. “Wouldn’t she leave you if she caught you hanging around another woman?”
Leona dragged a hand down his face, utterly incredulous that you’d chosen to tease him instead of pretending the entire incident had never happened, which was what he’d been hoping for.
“…You done?” he muttered, sulking.
You smiled, satisfied, before stepping aside to let him in.
AZUL ASHENGROTTO
You had every intention of pretending the whole incident, your boyfriend forgetting, or rather confusing, your face, had never happened. Mostly for the sake of his mental well-being.
Unfortunately, the twins who spent most of their time around him did not share your mercy.
Every single time Jade or Floyd brought it up—and they brought it up often—Azul looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole, no matter how many times you scolded them for teasing him.
You weren’t upset at him. Not even a little. But Azul couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to make up for it somehow… to prove that he’d never mistake you for anyone else ever again.
“Good morning, my girlfriend.” You blinked, staring at him in confusion. “My girlfriend looks even more radiant today. Have you changed something about your skincare routine?”
Taking your hand, he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it before smiling. “Would my girlfriend like an energy drink to start the day?”
Jade glanced over from the corner of the room, immediately straightening his posture. He cleared his throat politely. “…I believe I should be going. I suddenly remembered I need to clean the glass on my terrarium.”
MALLEUS DRACONIA
After the rather unfortunate rejection you’d suffered the day before, you decided it would be best to give Malleus some space and wait for the effects of the accident to wear off completely.
You leaned over the sink, humming quietly to yourself as you washed your face. Drying your skin with a towel, you opened your eyes and let out a startled scream.
Malleus immediately turned around as well, assuming you’d been frightened by something else. Realizing your surprise was directed at him, he placed a hand over his chest. “I sincerely apologize for entering without permission… especially after committing such an unforgivable offense—”
You rubbed your eyes, briefly wondering whether you were still asleep, or hallucinating. "What are you..."
“I understand!”
“…Understand what?”
“That my presence has become unwelcome.” Malleus bowed his head, his tail swaying quietly behind him. “I behaved irrationally yesterday. I failed to recognize my own beloved… but even worse…” He lowered his gaze. “I rejected the gift you had chosen so thoughtfully, with my preferences in mind.”
You scratched the back of your head. “Malleus, I was much more worried about your condition than what happen—”
“If you choose to bring our promising relationship to an end…” Your eyes widened, “…I ask only that you reconsider with kindness. If granted another chance, I swear such a mistake shall never happen again.”
“Malleus.” You placed your hands on his shoulders, “Where on earth did you get the idea that I’d break up with you over something so silly? I—” Before you could finish, his arms wrapped carefully around your waist, gently pulling you into an embrace.
Almost instinctively, your hand found its way into his hair, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the soft strands, “You seem much better today.”
Request by @lex752:
Hello! I'd like to request Mr Loverman but with the vice wardens
Link to part 1
A/N: Ty for the request! I didn't include Ortho because of the romance aspect of this prompt; yes I know he's technically grouped in with the other first-years age-wise, but I really just cannot get over that he's a reconstruction of an 8 year old boy.
Warnings: Angsty in some of them (Jamil), discussions of death and loss in Lilia's
(GN!reader)
TREY CLOVER
• Trey would realise that he has feelings for you pretty quickly, but would either take a very long time to act on it, or wouldn't at all.
• Firstly, he's already the doting type, and that becomes especially obvious with you. He's constantly asking if you've eaten today, and whether you have or haven't; he always has a little baked treat on him just for you.
• He makes sure you're always properly dressed for what kind of weather was forecasted for the day; he makes sure you're getting to bed on time; and of course, he makes sure you're taking good care of your teeth. He's even helped you get out of trouble with Riddle a few times - or, at least done the best he could in that regard.
• Unfortunately, this is partially why I think Trey would be very prone to getting "he's like a brother to me"-d.
• He's just naturally quite caring and protective of everybody, always making sure their needs are met, and is liable to over-indulge them at times, especially you. But because of his unwillingness to make a move in fear of making you uncomfortable or ruining the bond you two already share, anything he does is unlikely to actually come off as romantic, because he seemingly just acts this way with everyone.
• Then there's this paired with him being a very passive man, to a fault. If you were to start getting close to someone else, he does nothing. Go on dates with someone else, he does nothing.
• His passiveness is probably his biggest flaw and his most frustrating feature too. And I can absolutely see it leading to him losing his chance with you.
• Once again, the simplest answer here would be to confess to him yourself.
RUGGIE BUCCHI
• He knows he has a thing for you pretty early on, but denies it being serious for as long as he possibly can. To everyone, including himself, he'll insist it's just a tiny crush and nothing more. He might even turn it into a running joke.
• I can see him playfully flirting with you to the point that it just becomes your dynamic. You'll banter, he'll flirt, maybe even jokingly ask you out. But that's just it; as far as you know, it's a joke. And he'll try to convince himself it is too, that you rolling his eyes at his horrible pick-up lines and your rebuttals - all meant to be jokes - don't sting at least a little bit.
• He brushes it off for as long as he possibly can. The point where he can't anymore is when people notice him starting to give you things. Namely food.
• Leona catches him handing you something off of his own plate in the cafeteria and just the look his Housewarden gives him is enough to send Ruggie spiralling. This is serious, and he really can't deny it anymore.
• Would he confess? Yes, I think so, but only after a long while of hyping himself up, and he wouldn't be doing it with any expectations whatsoever.
• He knows he has to tell you if he wants any chance at moving on from this, because all this time being your friend has proven that these feelings aren't going away. And he'd understand if it makes things awkward, or even if you don't want to hang out with him anymore, given that the playful flirting your dynamic is built around might get a little weird now.
• But, even though it might seem contradictory to him confessing, he has next to no hope that his feelings might actually be returned.
• Weirdly for Ruggie, I get the feeling he approaches it from a coldly logical angle. He's got this idea stuck in his head that there's no reason you would want him. He has nothing to offer you, not in the sense of money, ambition, or anything that he assumes you would want for a stable future. And he's so deep into this mindset that it's like he's already gotten over a rejection that hasn't come yet.
• Anyway, accept the confession and watch his whole world change before your very eyes.
JADE LEECH
• Oddly, I think it's very obvious.
• Not just to Azul and Floyd either - though they are the ones who notice the most changes in him - I mean literally everyone, including you, can tell he's taken a liking to you. Which is strange for a man with such a famed poker-face.
• Unfortunately though, his liking to you presents itself almost like scientific fascination with a specimen. He likes to experiment with you.
• He'll say and do things specifically to get you to react, sometimes very frustrating things. But then he'll also give you objects - random rocks he picked up while hiking, mushrooms, coins, food if you're lucky. And then he walks away to see from a distance what you do with it, which you can't imagine is that interesting, but he seems to find endlessly entertaining.
• He feels like he's observing you in an enclosure and tossing in objects just to see what happens.
• I don't think Jade would confess, but it's not for the same reasons as some of the others. He still fully intends to enter a relationship with you, he just wants to see what he can do to push you into confessing first.
• If he starts being more overtly flirtatious and spending more time with you, will that change anything? What if he starts getting closer to another student, does that spark any jealousy within you? He likes going to places alone with you so that strangers can mistake you two for a couple and he can stare you down to see how you react to that.
• I think if he realises it isn't working, he'll confess himself, and have no issues doing so. He just wants to see if this little science experiment will work first.
JAMIL VIPER
• Well. Unfortunately there are endless things getting in your way here.
• His servant status poses a multitude of complicated roadblocks. His life is essentially devoted to serving Kalim, and if something comes up that distracts him from this job for long enough for anything to go wrong, not only will he suffer the consequences, but his family will by extension.
• He also lives with Kalim, and the Asim's estate is where the rest of his family reside too. It's likely he can't leave there - not without bringing shame upon his family for abandoning his station, maybe leaving them jobless and with a sullied reputation due to the influence of the Asims - but he also may not want to bring anyone from the outside, in.
• What the Vipers do is generational, which raises the question of how they marry. I imagine it's typically arranged for them, which then brings to light a whole different set of issues that I'm not going to even attempt to dissect, given I believe arranged marriages are a cultural practice, and I don't want to say anything incorrect.
• The long and short of it is that any kind of romance with Jamil is unrealistic at best. I genuinely don't think there's much of a way around this, short of you uprooting your entire life to become a Viper yourself (if his family or the Asims would accept you), or him running away and potentially bringing ruin to his family.
• Jamil is more aware of how restricted he is than anyone. And even if it was possible to bring you back home and have you stay with him forever, he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to make you continue the cycle with him.
• Even if you were to confess to him, he would be honest with you, saying that he just can't do it. But he'd still tell you that he loves you. Not for the first time either, as after your confession, he says it more and more often, and every time you hear more sadness and desperation festering behind his words.
• You hold him, whisper words of comfort and affection, and it's nice to pretend to be a normal couple. But it will come to an end, and fleeting moments of respite from his caged life will have to remain fleeting.
• He needs you to remain free. Maybe you can come to visit him in his cage from time to time, pretend to be old friends, while holding him where you're sure no-one can see like you used to. And in those moments and those moments alone, he allows himself to be happy.
ROOK HUNT
• Good luck??
• Rook will follow you around everywhere, praise your beauty constantly and has attempted to serenade you at least a couple times. I say "attempted" because he did it in a public space and you just walked away.
• He has endless poems and letters written about you, most of which he hasn't even shown you. He just keeps them stashed away somewhere.
• The question here isn't really if he'll confess, it's more about when you'll finally return his affections. He isn't remotely subtle about his feelings, he'd confess to you over and over again if you let him, but this is likely also exactly the problem he faces. He's too obsessive.
• I don't think Rook intends to be creepy or overbearing, this is very much just how he is. But given I think he falls fast and hard; it understandably takes you a while to give the benefit of the doubt to a man who, from your perspective, started stalking you the moment you met him.
• Either you or someone else (likely Vil) is going to need to have a very long chat with him about boundaries. Because although he will respect them once they're stated, they do need to be stated; he lacks any amount of common sense about this kind of thing. He is not intentionally trying to make you uncomfortable.
• Assuming he has that conversation and backs off, I think this is the point where a healthy dynamic can be built between the two of you. And now that you have your space back, maybe you will end up returning his feelings for you with time.
LILIA VANROUGE
• Lilia has been in love before. Maleanor and Raverne were his first and only loves, and he's experienced the highs and lows; as well as the heartbreak and grief that comes from losing them.
• Maybe 400 years ago, when he first lost them, he would have sworn to never fall in love again. He was convinced that the pain he experienced after losing them and being left only with Maleanor's egg - their son - to remember them by, would never be worth the fleeting joy being in love gave him.
• But hundreds of years have passed since then. In that time, Malleus has come into his own, and he's also taken in a human son, Silver. And behind the incomparable joy of watching Silver grow has always been the looming threat of the anguish that will come when he has to watch his son, the baby boy he raised, perish.
• But he's never regretted his decision. Maybe he will in the future, but as for the present, he wouldn't change a thing. If he could do it all over again, he finds that not only would he still take Silver in; but he would still choose to fall in love with Maleanor and Raverne, too.
• Lilia is far older than Malleus, and more experienced with loss. So although the realisation he loves you would still come with some necessary introspection, he wouldn't agonise over it quite as much as Malleus would. He doesn't want to waste the time he has with you by worrying so much about the future.
• So, in the name of wasting no time at all; he's as quick to start openly flirting with you as he can be. He'll spook you by hanging upside-down behind doors, before jumping down and joining you in whatever you were going to do. He asks you to teach him how to work his phone - ("you wouldn't leave a poor old man hanging, would you?") - despite knowing exactly how to use it, just to spend more time with you.
• He doesn't confess immediately - he'd rather build a close bond with you first. But he will at some point, as soon as he thinks the time is right. Any moment spent with you is undoubtedly worth the pain of losing you.
Content. You start dating a guy (total NPC) and it's safe to say the other boys are jealous.
Wc. 5.3k
Would it be crazy that you’re vying for some rando’s love, regardless of the fact that there are 21 other men fighting for you? 21 others who would meet you at the drop of a pin? And you choose the loser who you’ve only talked to for a total of 10 seconds in your entire life?
Well, you don’t know what was going on behind closed doors so you can’t be the one at blame. But that’s why you were so oblivious to everything. From how passive aggressive they’ve been for the last few days and how avoidant they became over the topic of dating.
As much as you’d like to say it’s an exaggeration of some sort for dramatic effect, it really isn’t.
Somehow you don’t notice how much they try to get closer to you— physically or mentally. You also don’t notice how fast they respond to your every beck and call. You slowly start noticing because it feels off. Something just didn’t feel right.
But, on the bright side, you really did like him… in a way at least.
He was nice, attractive and financially well-off. He practically ticked all of your boxes.
The realisation hadn’t hit you on the fact that maybe you admired him a little bit more than just friends. You hadn’t noticed how you started staring at him for longer than usual, thinking about him more and then the thought clicked in your mind that maybe you started to like him.
It’s safe to say they did not like him. To them, he was nothing but an obstacle— a hindrance— but you thought he was everything. They saw the way your pupils dilate when he walks into the room. They notice how you get quiet and just watch him in awe for a solid second before snapping back to reality.
So they knew. They knew before the first time you mentioned this crush, which was at lunch when you were eating with the other first years.
There were hustles and bustles of people shifting around the cafeteria, people going over to sit down or throw away their trash. It was as lively as usual so you thought it would be a good time.
Key word: thought.
“Y’know, I think Atlas is pretty cute,” you suddenly mention.
They all go quiet, multiple pairs of skeptical gazes on you. Their moods almost seem to deflate right in front of you, if you were to actually notice it.
“What? I’m serious,” you emphasise. “He’s totally cute,”
“Atlas? What? Like the guy from Octavinelle?” Deuce clarifies, raising a brow, green eyes darting to you in confusion.
He knows he’s dumb and he sometimes can’t tell if you’re joking but he can’t be this dumb, right?
Oh, how he wishes you were joking.
“Yeah, and I was thinking if you guys could help me,” you add on, biting your lip as you fiddled with your food.
If you were able to read minds, you would know how much they are fighting to say ‘fuck no’ straight to your face.
“How?” Jack asked, ears perking up.
“I don’t know. Maybe you guys could talk to him, invite him to the table or whatnot and maybe I can get to know him better,” you respond, crossing your arms on the wooden table.
“Wouldn’t that be a little awkward?” Ace mentions, as if he even cares that much.
“Not if you don’t make it awkward,” you reply with a little too much sass than you intended originally. “And I think it’ll be beneficial to start joining the dating game since we’re all technically adults.”
“Sure, I guess,” Epel murmurs.
“I think that sounds amazing [name]!” Ortho’s the only one who seems excited by your announcement. And he’s also the only one that’s willing to stay with you for longer than 5 minutes.
You were on the grassy field with him, disappointedly eating your apple with such roughness that your teeth threatened to fall off. The frustration had started to colonise your mind. You didn’t know everything would just go so horribly so quickly, and furthermore, you didn’t even know why.
They avoided you as if you were the plague, like a disease that nobody wanted to touch. But you’re not. If you were, you would know and at least understand but you’re not.
Venting to Ortho helped a lot with the pain. He was so sweet and caring. Maybe because he can’t necessarily experience jealousy.
“I-I just don’t know; it’s like I did something that upset everyone,” you say, sighing to yourself as you picked at the core of the apple. “Why do men have to be so confusing? It’s like everyday there’s something new and I don’t know what’s going on— I never do.”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll come around soon!” He’s so cheerful when he says it that it makes you pause.
…Does he know? He sounds sure. Too sure.
“What do you mean by that?” you tilt your head and give him a perplexed expression, almost accusing him of something.
He panics.
“Uh, I meant— they’re going to get out of this phase! Yeah! That’s what I meant!” His tone is shaky and you can see the fear rushing through his robotic wires. He floats backwards and says, “I’ll get going now! I think Idia is calling me!”
His robotic frame gets smaller the more he walks away before ultimately disappearing from your line of vision.
You sit uncomfortably on the grass, feeling the sharp prickles of the blades stab at your thigh. Well, that wasn’t weird at all…
—
The next day feels the same. No one stops for you. No one speaks to you.
At lunch, you end up eating alone. The room isn’t quiet but it feels like it is, save for the hushed murmurs and the occasional glance your way. You pretend not to notice, like it isn’t making you go crazy.
At this point, everyone knows that something is up, whether it’s from just observing you or from gossip that’s spread like wildfire.
You’re not even sure who the leak is and why they could possibly want to out you like this, but somehow, a huge chunk of the student body knows about your silly little crush. So it didn’t take long for your actual crush to know.
It makes you uneasy. However, no one’s mentioned it directly to your face… not until you receive a message.
It’s the housewarden of Savanaclaw that decides to dip himself into the waters to test it.
[Leona]: so, how’s it going with that guy?
[You]: It’s been going fine. I really do think it might work out.
[Leona]: …do you?
[You]: Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?
[Leona]: Hm.
[You]: What’s that supposed to mean?
[Leona]: Nothing. Just doesn’t sound very convincing.
[You]: And you’d know?
[Leona]: I’ve heard people in arranged marriages sound more convincing than you. You should learn from them.
[You]: I didn’t ask for your opinion.
[Leona]: didn’t say you did, but you’re still trying to prove it to me anyway.
That one sends you over the edge.
[You]: I know what I feel. And what I feel is love.
[Leona]: …sure, keep telling yourself that, herbivore.
The attitude was so palpable, even through the damn screen you felt it. You don’t know what’s gotten with everyone but you don’t like it. From the way they start to divert their gazes to being seemingly more impatient.
When you used to ask Ace to hang out, he’d always be there for you but all of a sudden he’s always busy, despite not caring for academics. It’s the same with almost everyone from the first years, second years and even the third years.
Even Kalim, the epitome of sunshine, seems a bit destroyed. The ones you thought would’ve at least been there like Lilia, Trey and Malleus were all gone. Actually, some still didn’t mind spending time with you, but it was awkward— tenser than the usual, effortless conversations that used to flow naturally.
Then, you come across Atlas in the hallways and he stops you.
“[Name], I heard…” he trails. “And I was just thinking that maybe we can have a date on the weekends?”
The request blows your mind. What do you even say to that? Do you kneel and beg for marriage? Or do you just stand there?
Nonetheless, you keep your composure and act like this isn’t totally life changing. “Yes, absolutely, just text me the place and time.” You smile politely.
“I need your phone number then,” he pulls out his phone and you two exchange numbers swiftly to prevent blocking the hallway for too long.
You try not to break out in happy tears as you hug your device to your chest, because you feel that maybe there is some ounce of hope for you in the future of your love life.
—
Taking a sharp inhale, your knuckle taps on Vil’s door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Then, with a soft click opens the door, you see him in all his glory.
“Vil, can you please help me pick a dress for my date?” you interlock your hands together to beg, puppy eyes gracing your face.
He’s reluctant, but he says yes anyway since he can’t reject you.
The process was strenuous. It was no, after no, after no, after no. Almost every dress felt like it wasn’t approved by both parties.
You came out with what felt like the millionth dress, which was for some reason, latex. It was tight but hugged your curves enough to flaunt it. Regardless of the fact that Atlas might like it, you definitely didn’t— it just way too tight and felt suffocating.
“What about this one?” You look at yourself in the mirror.
“That’s… no,” he replies, trying to cover the blush on his face. He gets closer to you, adjusting the hem and neckline, fingers lightly hovering over your skin.
Then you tried a few more on and found the perfect one. It was comfortable enough for long wear and proper enough.
“I think this is the best option,” you say.
“Probably, do you want me to do your make up as well?” he offers, opening his make up bag full of expensive brands that would normally cost you an arm & leg. For him, it’s probably just pocket change though.
You were all dolled up— wearing the dress you’ve spent a boatload of money on and the makeup that was applied using Vil’s expertise and expensive tools.
There’s a deep, gnawing pit in the blonde boy’s stomach as he tries his best to not crash out. He knows the feeling of jealousy but this was something different. Envy? Anger?
He clenches his jaw while the blank expression in his optics blur. His mind trails into dreamland where you’re not skipping off happily into another man’s arms, but into his. He’s the one that hugs you and touches you and kisses you, not some loser from Octavinelle.
But it’s not. He wakes up to the same reality he dreads everyday where you’re not his.
—
The date goes smoothly, with you finally having your first kiss with him and learning more about each other. Apparently, he enjoys practically everything you do— a match made in heaven. He watches the same shows, listens to the same music, and has the same taste in food.
Leaves crunch under your heels, skies dark, humming to yourself in satisfactory success, you accidentally trip over a sleeping body, leading you to fall forward and land on top of the perpetrator.
“I-I’m so sorry!” You were quick to get up, hardly noticing who you’ve bumped into.
“What the— don’t worry about it herbivore,” he changes his tone as soon as he realises who you were.
“Leona?” You look at him.
“Herbivore?” there’s a smirk on his face. “How was your date with that… guy?”
He cringes.
“It went great and I think it might actually be… official?” you answer, a twinge of excitement intertwined.
The rolls of his eyes don't go unmissed. “Are you really sure this is what you want, herbivore?” Leona asks, unconvinced.
“Yes!”
He grumbles.
“Leona! I— are you jealous?” You snort, the word comes out acidic but unavoidable.
He grunts. “So what if I am?” he spits back, voice a little harsher than before.
This makes you tilt your head. Fuck. That’s when everything clicked for you. You’re so stupid.
“Leona, I-I’m sorry…” you step back.
“Huh, you’re starting to get it now,” he clicks his tongue, watching as the realization seeps into your pores.
“B-but why?” You query.
“You can figure that out,” he leaves the room, allowing you to sit in your own thoughts.
It takes your slow brain a while to comprehend everything.
That’s when you decided to confront each dorm. Even though you technically don’t know who’s at fault. But logically, it’s not fair if they’re so upset by something like this. They don’t have to be your everything.
First was Heartslabyul, where Ace & Deuce usually were at this ime.
hour but it was Riddle who opened the door for you. You hate the disappointed look in his eyes but you’ve gotta stand your ground too.
“Riddle, can we talk?” you plead.
He stares you up and down, his soft features beaming under the light. It makes you realise how gorgeous he actually was. But you snap out of it.
It’s not the time.
“Sure, come in,” he answers, opening the door wider for you.
You let yourself in, spotting Ace & Deuce playing poker together, Cater scrolling on magicam, and Trey baking something of some sorts— the wafts of baked goods coming in soft waves.
Turning around, you grab Riddle’s hand and squeeze it tightly. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”
His ears perk up. “For?”
“Y’knoww…” you bite your lip. “Forr dating Atlas since I know you don’t approve of him.”
That’s the moment before everything goes south. The conversation started to falter when more parties started to get involved.
“If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t have gone on a date with him!” Ace debates.
“But I didn’t know and it’s my life, I deserve to live it how I want,” you argue.
“Yes but you’re our friend, [name].” He says. “I-I don’t want to lose you,”
“Ace, I’m not dying! I’m just going on a few dates with this guy and—” you start raising your voice higher in hopes that he’s going to understand.
He cuts you off. “But you’ve been ditching us so much lately,”
“Because you’re avoiding me?” you question.
“We have not. We try to talk to you but you’re stuck thinking about him in your own thoughts,” Deuce adds.
You dislike how they’re pinning the blame on you despite the fact that they’ve been doing exactly what they accuse you of doing. The hypocrisy makes you reel.
“I know you’re jealous but seriously, I want to live my own life outside of you guys… I’m sorry,” you shake your head in disbelief.
“Ace, that’s enough,” Trey scolds.
“Aww, it was just getting good!” Cater whines, finally looking up from the screen.
“Cater,” Riddle calls him out, causing him to immediately shut up.
“I-I just came here to tell you guys that I’m thinking about making it official with him and—” you explain, only to be cut off by an annoyed Ace.
“There you go again!” his brows furrow, jaw tightening. He soon storms off and slams the door behind him, sending all the furniture shaking. “It’s like you don’t even listen!” his yells can still be heard.
“You guys can’t be this jealous,” you shake your head, plopping down onto the cushions of the couch.
“[Name], I really do think you should reconsider,” Riddle’s voice is stern when he talks.
“Hey, it’s her life,” Trey supports you.
They all look at him in betrayal. They swore he was not on your side.
“Thank you!” You say, gratefulness eminent in your words.
“But I really do think you should rethink this,” Trey opposes his previous statement. “There’s better out there,”
His tone is warm, loving even. He truly does care about you and doesn’t want to just let you make choices that you’ll regret.
“Yeah, I can’t imagine you betraying me for someone else,” Cater hugs you, the heat of proximity radiating from his body onto yours.
Maybe they’re right. It might not be the best time to start dating and the pool is vast. There’s so much more to life than this and if dating this guy means sacrificing your entire friends list, maybe it’s not worth it.
You’re conflicted.
The walk to Savanaclaw was stressful. Mind racing like formula cars in the last lap, switching between your relationship or your friends. This only leads your trepidation to increase. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as there’s no telling what the future may hold.
“Hey [name]! How’s your relationship going?” The hyena boy’s voice is cheery as he greets you. “Are ya’ here to see Jack?”
“No, I, kinda?” you stutter, not able to make coherent sentences. “Listen, I’m just asking for some input before my relationship with you-know-who escalates.”
Your approach is different.
“My input?” disbelief washes over his face.
“Yeah,” you confirm.
He thinks with a hand on his chin as if he’s in a cartoon. “I don’t really think you should date at all y’know. Maybe you should wait until like graduation or something.” His hands go outwards into a shrug. “But it’s all up to you! After all, it’s not just my business. Hope this guy’s really worth the time though,”
He flees the scene, light footsteps as he disappears into the dark.
The last part of his speech lingers in the back of your mind. Nonetheless, meeting Ruggie was so much more refreshing than you thought. It was nice to meet someone who had a more positive outlook on life despite totally rejecting your relationship in its entirety.
Jack’s eyes dart from you onto the ground. He pretends as if he doesn’t see you, only worsening the growing guilt inside you.
“Jack, it’s been a while,” you start the conversation. “How are you?”
He breathes. “Good, what do you need?”
The shift in his words are a tell-tale sign. The ‘good’ seems forced, as if it’s far from what he’s showing.
“I just wanted to ask you if you approve of my relationship with Atlas, since not many of you do apparently…” explained by you.
He puts down the book he was reading, or at least looking at. “I think it’s fine,”
“What?”
“Yeah but I don’t know what he’s like so I can’t tell you if I approve or not,” he pauses. “But if he does anything, please tell me,”
It makes your heart melt.
“Thanks Jack
It’s like they all have the same script (like that stupid AI study tool ads by college students). You would’ve spoken to Leona, but he was nowhere to be seen so you just decided to leave it and continue onto the next dorm.
He would’ve said something like: “do whatever you want, but don’t come crying if something goes wrong,” and you don’t really feel like dealing with the guilt trip.
Octavinelle, alone, was one of the worst experiences mainly because of Floyd.
He’d been so obviously rampaging everywhere and anywhere, seeing you only made it worse. At this point, the
“Ehh Shrimpy, what’re you doing here?” he moans with an absolute look of despair. “Don’t you have a date to get to?”
“Not anymore, but I do want to ask you about it,” you answer calmly, hoping it’ll be reflected onto him or something.
“Yer’ literally ditching us for lower class octavinelle guy, he’s ooo boooorringg like there’s better in this dorm ya’ know?” he holds his neck with that terrifying glare that drills holes into you.
You opened your mouth to speak.
Then, Azul appears with Jade from the dark. “Hmm… what is this about?” he is beaming, hands behind his back like he’s some sort of master from a martial arts movie.
“I was just gonna ask your guys’ opinion on Atlas… before I date him officially or something,” you mumble.
That seems to be enough to calm Floyd down.
“Well, why didn’t ya’ say so Shrimpy?!” he cheers, going over to give you a tight squeeze… that knocks all the oxygen out of your lungs.
Luckily, it’s only brief so you’re dropped very soon, left to choke on air.
“That’s good to hear,” the corner of Jade’s lips tug. “I do hope he’s suitable for you if you do choose him.”
“Yes, but I don’t think that’s happening if a majority of everyone disagrees,” you state.
The blue-haired boy fights back the smirk. “Very well, then I don’t think you need our input.”
“Well, I might need more than just a simple yes or no,” you add.
Jade and Azul exchanged a brief glance, but it’s Floyd who speaks first.
“I just don’t wanna share you, Shrimpy~” Floyd reasons, hands wrapped around your waist to give you a back hug and his head resting atop yours.
You facepalm, sighing. “That can’t be your reason, Floyd.”
“Well it is,” he giggles, nuzzling his nose into your neck.
“If this individual brings you benefits then I see no issue,” Azul claims. “But I do wonder what he has that makes him so special.”
You sigh for the umpteenth time. “He’s nice, shares the same interests with me and pretty well-off so…”
“How interesting, I didn’t know that was your type but I do hope he is worthy of your attention,” Jade forces a grin.
“But he’s soo boring. Just dump him,” Floyd groans, feeling a bit upset that his twin and boss aren’t convincing you to ditch him.
“Well, thanks guys, I’ll get going now…” you pry off the eel’s arms and dash out the door.
They stared as you ran off, murmuring amongst themselves that you have no idea if you want to hear or not.
Now you’re off to Scarabia. The first thing you saw as soon as you stepped past the threshold was Jamil cooking in the kitchen, seemingly pretty occupied by something.
“Jamil?” you peep past the wall.
He turns his head. “[Name]...”
“May I come in?” you ask.
“Yeah, but Kalim’s been pretty upset recently so I’m not sure if he can—” he starts talking again, only for you to interrupt.
“That’s exactly why I’m here. I don’t think everyone exactly agrees with me and I just wanted to know what everyone thought about it.” You answer.
“Do you even know him that well? How do you know he’s not lying?” Jamil asks, expertly cutting the vegetables on the board. “Why are you even asking me this?”
The question comes out passive-aggressive. You don’t know if he actually meant it that way or what but frankly, you feel offended that he would ask such a thing.
“Jamil, I hold you very dear to me and I can’t just let something like this get between us,” you get closer to him.
He takes a deep breath. “It’s none of my business and it’s your life,”
You hate how he avoids your gaze— how he refuses to just spare you a glance. So, out of pure frustration and anger, you grab his wrists and force him to look you in your eyes.
“Jamil, you’re precious to me. What don’t you understand about it? I love you,”
His heart thumps louder. “Of course I’m upset.” He finally admits. “I don’t like seeing you with him.
Well, that’s out of the way. That’s 12 votes against you and Atlas. Only 9 more to go! At this point you probably should’ve given up on hoping for at least 1 person to agree with you. Not just saying that it’s your life, but also on the whole relationship itself.
You offered Jamil to deliver Kalim’s food since it seemed appropriate at the time and you owed the vice-housewarden some grace.
Kalim’s defeated. Stumped. Dejected.
There’s barely enough words to describe how he barely has enough energy to move and his eyes are blood-shot red.
“Why are you ditching us for him? I miss you a lot, [name].” Kalim says in between his sobs and sniffles.
“We can still hang out,” you say empathetically. “Hey, I’ll stop talking to him if it bothers you so much,”
“Really? I-I thought it was gonna be okay but I don’t like you with him,” you can hear the pain in his throat as he spoke.
“Very well then,” was the last thing you said before departing to Pomefiore.
Rook hid in the trees, waiting for you, knowing that you were coming. He immediately jumped out from seemingly nowhere and greeted you, making you jump.
“Bonjour trickster! What brings you here today?” The blonde asks.
“GAH— ROOK! You can’t just come outta nowhere and scare me like that!” You scold him, pinching your nose bridge in disappointment. “But, I was here to ask if you would support me dating Atlas?”
“Absolutely! Love is a magnificent force… yet I do wonder, does he truly see your beauty in all its glory?” He twists the sentence to bring your hopes up to break it all down in an instant.
“He does, thank you very much,” you say sarcastically.
“Will you be staying here for long? I do not mind sharing a bed with you!” He excitedly says.
“No, I’m sorry but I’m only here to check up on everyone,” you respond, before saying your goodbyes and rushing to Epel’s room.
There’s a soft whisper of “to think someone stands in where I wish to be…” from him as soon as you’re out of earshot.
Epel’s probably one of the more furious ones— you can see it in his soft features but he tries his best not to.
“So… what do you think?” you ask.
“You could do way better than him y’know,” Epel says. “He’s not the only one that can make ya’ happy,”
“I know, I know.” You repeat. “Do you know where Vil is… since I need to talk to him about this as well,”
“He’s out doing some shoot,” Epel replies, short and firm.
“Oh…” you blink. “Alright, I’ll get going then.”
Idia’s the one you’re most neutral about. He’s frightened and annoyed all in one emotion. He’s made peace with the fact that you’re not his to claim but annoyed with you for not noticing… or for him not trying.
He opens the door only by a bit— enough to see tiny parts of you and for the sound to come through.
“[N-name], what are you here for?” He speaks in a terrified tone.
“Idia, can we talk?” Your voice comes from the other side.
He swore the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and his blue hair flared dramatically.
“A-about what?” His sentences are executed in short stutters.
“Let me in then I’ll tell you,” something in your tone is sharp and condescending that scares Idia even more, but it works…
He opens the door wider with reluctance.
“W-what do you want to talk about?” He asks, retreating back to his gaming chair, watching you carefully.
“I wanted to talk about my relationship with Atlas,” you explain yourself.
“Oh, right. Your boyfriend. Good for you,” he mutters.
“Not yet my boyfriend,” you correct him.
“Cool,” he replies, only building the awkwardness more.
“Do you approve? Cus it seems to me like you don’t,” you state.
He feels the pressure you’re exerting onto him. “Uh— I mean… it’s not like I care about who you hang out with or—”
Your patience wears thin. “Cut the crap Idia. Just tell me if you’re upset or not,”
“Y-yeah, I am… I guess,” his words are soft and almost missed but you heard it.
With every dorm, it felt like your whole world shattered and collapsed onto you. So far, only Rook seemed to be the only one that might’ve accepted it, while the rest were more… in disbelief.
Lastly, Diasomnia seemed to be the most daunting one to overcome. Despite your fear of Malleus being relatively low, you’re kinda risking Atlas’s life.
Jealousy does not suit them, but there’s still a nagging question in your mind that wonders if they’re actually looking out for you or trying to keep you for themselves.
The first one you spotted was Sebek, training casually in the yard, sweating buckets as he continuously struck the mannequin with his sword.
“Hey,” you walked from behind, startling him.
“HUMAN!” He jumps back, spinning on his heel and ready to attack, but he’s quick to halt as soon as he notices it’s you. “WHAT DO YOU NEED, HUMAN?”
“You can stop screaming Sebek,” you glare at him with uninterested eyes. “Anyways, I really need to ask you something.”
“What is it?” He calms down.
“Do you think me and Atlas make a cute couple?” You ask.
“That human is untrustworthy!” He whisper-screams. “Do not be with him!”
“Oh geez, okay…” you hadn’t expected him to be so straight-forward but it’s Sebek so you should’ve known better.
“I think you can do better!” He states as a matter of fact.
“Like…?” You raise a brow.
He blushes. “LIKE— LIKE— MALLEUS!” He yells.
“Woah,” your mouth is left agape.
“I-I MEAN YOUR STANDARDS SHOULD BE MALLEUS!” Panic rises in his voice.
“Yep, I got it the first time,” you say. “I’m gonna go find Silver now,”
“OKAY,”
Honestly, you forgot how overstimulatingly loud Malleus’s biggest simp can be.
Silver was the next person you wanted to interview, despite the fact that he’s probably sound asleep somewhere.
He was, true to your word, asleep peacefully on the ground. Your footsteps are light as you tried to prevent him waking up, but he catches it anyway and starts to wake up.
“[Name]...” he groans.
“Silver?” You turn around, quick to rush over to him and kneel to his level. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah, but what are you doing here?” he blinks awake.
“I wanted to ask what you think of me dating this guy… his name is Atlas and,” you pause.
“I know, and if it makes you happy, then I approve.” Silver says.
“Thanks Silver,” you pat him before walking away.
He seemed… disingenuous? It plagued your mind for a good few seconds until the mischievous black-pink haired man decided to jumpscare you.
“LILIA!” you screamed.
“Hahaha! What’s up, [name]? Boy, do I miss your adorable, surprised face,” he’s smiling ear to ear.
“I-I’m glad you missed me… especially since you’ve been avoiding me,” you whisper the last part.
“I haven’t, or maybe I have. Anyways, what are you here for?” He shoots the same question that everybody’s asked.
You explain. Again.
“Does he make you happy?” A more mature side of him comes out, showing the centuries of experience he has.
“He does,” your response does not warrant the most positive reaction from him.
“Be careful with who you hang out with, not everyone is worth your time,” he grins, pretending he didn’t say the most puzzling sentence in history.
Malleus wasn’t far away
“You seem happy with him,” hornton replies.
You press your lips into a thin line. “I am, but I won’t be if everyone objects,”
“I cannot lie that I wasn’t hoping it would be different,” Malleus states.
“What do you mean?” You tilt your head.
“I would’ve preferred if you chose someone else, child of man.” He elucidates.
Walking out of the final dorm, you let out an exhausted breath of air, not realising how suffocating the day had gone. Amongst the crunches of the leaves beneath you lies the sound of a notification from your phone.
[Atlas]: hey, i’m sorry but i think this is not gonna work out…
In honor of Vil getting his club card, could you make something with him?? Maybe he's filming us in the act or maybe he's just gotten back from a long, stressful day and needs to take it out on the reader??? I dunno, I just need Vil carnally
★Camera Ready★
Synopsis: It's been so long since Vil has left to film his movie. Ugh, just how will you cope without him?!
Warnings! Porn no plot, slight cunnilingus, exhibitionism(?), being filmed, jackhammer, cervix kissing, edging, condescending praise if you squint
It has been weeks since you have last seen your boyfriend. Vil was so busy with filming his new movie that he was barely home anymore. It's not easy being far away from him, and so, to combat this loneliness, you have begun taking videos of your routines. Making breakfast, doing your makeup, cleaning your home, and honestly just anything to keep yourself occupied.
Tonight was the same—a phone perched in front of you as you began to do your nightly routine. You made sure to not neglect the routine Vil has carefully put together for you even when he's not around.
You weren't particularly paying attention to your surroundings as you applied another thin layer of cream. It didn't even occur to you that a pair of hands has settled on your shoulders. “Good evening.” His silky voice startled you, turning your body to face him. Without thinking, your arms immediately reached for him, wrapping it around his neck as you pulled yourself up.
“You're back! Oh, I miss you so so much.” Your arms tightened around him, inhaling that softly sweet smell on his clothes. His arms circled around your waist, bringing you closer to him.
Words couldn't begin to describe how he has missed you as well. How he longed to have you in his arms again. It sounded dramatic—he was gone for a little over two months, and he felt restless during it. “I have missed you as well, darling. I apologize for taking my time to return.”
Your body moved to put some distance between the two of you before cupping his face and bringing it closer to yours. His lips touched yours, and all the loneliness you have felt melted away instantly. You should've been used to it. Vil had been gone for far longer before, and yet, something felt different during those two months. Having his warmth against you felt foreign now; however, it didn't stop you from kissing him deeper.
He was just as eager as you—his arms tightening around your waist to carry you and bring you to your shared bed. His lips never once left yours, not when he was pushing the pillows off the bed, not when he was hastily removing your pajamas. Vil has waited for far too long to even think of breaking away from your lips.
You were the same, one hand hurrying to unbutton his shirt while the other was busy removing the belt of his pants. The sweet moment of your reunion now turned into something more passionate and needy.
“Still stunning …” He whispered, fingers gliding down your bare stomach. Vil didn't even need to look to know how beautiful you were—touch alone was enough. His kisses now are scattered across your neck down to your hips before stopping on your thighs. He leaned back, spreading your legs open to take in the view. “You must've been so lonely."
If you weren't so dazed, you would've caught the mocking tone of his words. Of course you were lonely; it wasn't the same when he was doing everything for you. You reached for his hand, guiding it to your core to silently plead for what you want. A low, amused chuckle escaped his lips as he lowered himself to your dripping cunt, blowing on it to tease you.
“I don't like that. Use your words.”
He gave your thigh a light smack, reminding you of the things he wanted from you during sex. A loud exhale left your chest, hands gripping the sheets in anticipation. “I need you, Vil… Touch me—hands, tongue, fuck, even your cock!”
“Such a filthy mouth for a beautiful woman.” Despite it, he happily let his tongue drag along your wet folds, savoring your taste on his lips. Vil immediately hooked his hands under your thighs, hooking them over his shoulders and pressing himself closer to your pussy.
Your head threw back into the pillow, nails digging into the sheets as Vil devoured you. It has been so long since you last felt his tongue on you that you have forgotten how good he was. The loud wet sounds only fueled the burning desire inside you, thighs clamping tightly around his head to keep him there.
It wasn't a surprise that your release was approaching quickly—body arching off the bed as you whined and begged for him to bring you over the edge. However, that wasn't his goal for tonight. His hand landed another smack on your thigh, instantly making you release him. “Hn.. why? Come on, I was so close…” Your protests fell on deaf ears when Vil dragged you down and aligned himself to your entrance.
“I can do that again for you…”
Were his last words before slamming his hips against yours, driving his cock deep inside you. All the air in your lungs got knocked out, your hands immediately flying to grip the sheets to the point you might rip them. One hand wanted to reach for him—wanting to drag your sharp nails along his perfect back, but that wouldn't be good. Now wasn't the time to leave marks on his body.
His thrusts were brutal, pulling out completely before shoving his cock deeper until he was sure he was hitting your cervix. Fuck, he filled you so good and maybe even more than that. Sometimes you wonder how you can take something so big inside you. Weirdly enough, it's like he perfectly fits.
“Fu—! Slow do-down, pleas..!”
“You wanted to come, right, darling? I—mmph! I'm giving you what you w-wanted.”
After two months of not seeing each other, you forgot that Vil enjoyed teasing you, pushing you until you break. Fuck, you forgot how much you loved it.
Your hand reached to grip his wrist, trying to warn him about your impending climax. You couldn't trust yourself to speak anymore, whines and moans of his name being the only thing your mouth could produce.
Vil was quick to catch on and completely pull out, gaining him a small whine of protest from you. But before you could complain, he pulled you up and positioned you to face the vanity with your stomach lying down. Confusion hit you as you tried to make sense of what was happening.
He held you down as he got closer to your ear, giving it a soft kiss before whispering, “I'll be sure to thoroughly enjoy you…” His hands traced along your back before stopping on your ass, spreading it to give himself a view of your sopping cunt.
His eyes moved from your pussy back to your vanity, a small smile forming on his lips as he watched your expressions from your phone.
“After all, this is a memory we could always look back on.”
SUMMARY: You were the one who wanted to take advantage of the collaboration with Foothill Town to have a date with him. However, he's not one to plan things, so you just go with the flow. Fortunately for you, and despite someone unexpectedly joining you, things ended up working out quite well in the end.
CHARACTERS: Floyd Leech x Reader
TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Newly Dating; Flirting; Kiss; Spicy
WARNING: Spoilers from Floyd SSR La Bonbonnière
WORD COUNT: 2.800 words
COMMENTS: This was written before the cards were released on the English server, so I based it on @mysteryshoptls translations. And @ Valkyriii on youtube. You can read here the translated Vignette and Voice Lines.
This was also written as a supplement to the vignette’s story, therefore some parts that are identical are summarized.
And this new fanfic series is my way of celebrating 6K Subscribers. Thank you so much! ❤️
I hope you enjoy! 🎂
P.S.: I just like to use 'Koebi-chan' instead of 'Shrimpy/Shrimpy-chan'.
VIGNETTE CONTEXT: A collaborative project between Foothill Town and Night Raven College that aims to promote potential places to visit on Sage’s Island involves asking the birthday student to select an outfit that catches his eye from one of the options provided by the town’s tailor, and showcase a place on the island he would recommend.
You were chosen to film him in his new outfit, presenting the place he chooses and explaining why he likes it. The long-standing pâtisserie, Bonbon Recette, will also have a birthday cake prepared for him.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: It doesn't matter to Floyd whether or not others know you're dating. He will act towards you in front of others however he pleases. However, you two realized that it's fun to confuse people with the way you act around each other. Especially knowing that Floyd likes to mess with people he likes. So, more for the fun of confusing others than anything else, Floyd agreed to keep your relationship a secret for now. Maybe until that stops amusing him.
You finally find Floyd on the Main Street of Night Raven College to talk to him about the birthday video.
“Oh hey, Koebi-chan~. What’s up?” He smiles as soon as he sees you. “Huh, somethin’ about showin’ stuff around the island...? Oh yeah, I guess I heard about that. But I’m more in the mood to shoot hoops right now～ It’d a drag to shoot pics, so I’m good. Pass.”
“What do you mean ‘Pass’?!” You inquire. “This is such a perfect excuse for a date!”
“Hm? Excuse? Why do I need an excuse to go on a date?”
“We've never been on a date...”
“No?” He shrugs. “Maybe because when I want to be with you, I just call you or go find you. Plannin’ dates is boring. I’ll just do whatever I want when I'm with you.”
“Fine...” You sigh. “But about that video, why don’t you just come check out the sewing room at least?”
“Huh... You're insisting that much, means there's something interesting in there, right?” He smiles, curious, and you confirm. “Fine, I’ll go just to check it out. But... If it sucks, I’m gonna squeeze ya.”
“Whoa, that's a ton of clothes!” He exclaims excitedly after you enter the tailor's Sewing Room in Foothill Town. “So I can just pick whatever I like from all this, huh? Oh! Found a crazy flashy shirt! It's covered in sequins all over!”
And so begins his frenzy of grabbing the most gaudy pieces of clothing possible. But thankfully, he ends up abandoning that idea because it has more of a summer vibe than an autumn vibe.
“Most of the other stuff looks pretty autumn-themed. Okay, guess I'll go with that vibe. Hmm, which one should I pick...”
He picks up the pieces he wants, puts them in a pile on one of the tables, and begins to take off his school jacket and unbutton his shirt. You startle and stop him, asking what he was doingn and saying that there was a fitting room right there. After all, that store still had some windows.
“To put on new clothes, I have to take these ones off first, right? What? Are you embarrassed to see me naked here? Hahahaha. I'm a merman, Koebi-chan, we swim around naked. Hahahaha. You landfolks get embarrassed by the weirdest things.”
“Well, yeah, but...”
He approaches you with a smug grin, his shirt already completely unbuttoned, revealing his abs.
“Why are ya so flustered~?” He asks in that low, playful tone that manages to be incredibly sexy. “You want to see, don't you~? I know where you always look at when I’m in my mer-form.”
You don't even realize you've taken a few steps back until you feel the edge of the table behind your thighs.He places his hands on the table, one on each side of you, trapping you and blocking any possible escape.
“Hehehe. I like to play this game with you~.” He attacks the crease of your neck with a kiss that quickly turns into a gentle bite. “Didn’t ya wanna go to the fitting room?” He grabs you by the thighs and lifts you to lead you into the fitting room, closing the curtains behind him.
Floyd didn't feel like changing his clothes, so he had an idea during the make-out session, why don't you take off his clothes and try dressing him in the new ones while he's having fun with you? Watching you squirm from his kisses and bites while you changed his clothes amused him far more than either of you had expected.
In the end, he was wearing a plaid coat with a brown vest and trousers, a white shirt, and around his neck a brown scarf and a pearl necklace. His clothes looked a little shabby and his hair disheveled, but before you could fix everything he stopped you, saying he liked how he looked.
“I'm getting hyped now! The photoshoot might actually be fun. Let's hurry up and head into town!”
“Here we aaare, Foothill Town.” Floyd says. “Mmkay, we’re just gonna wander from here.”
“What about the place we're supposed to feature in today's shoot?” You ask.
“Hmm? I haven’t picked one. I mean, I basically forgot this whole shindig was gonna be a thing, so.”
You try to decide on a place to go by asking Floyd where he usually goes when he comes to Foothill Town, but it's always different places that depend on his mood, that is, if he even leaves his room according to himself.
“All I gotta do is find somethin’ cool to show off, right? Can’t we just start filmin’ once we find somethin’ good enough, then? Let's check out that street over there...”
“Oh, Floyd.” Lilia crosses paths with you. “Kheehee, you're dressed quite fashionably. Doing that photoshoot with (Y/N), I presume?”
“Yup. Though it’s not like we picked out a place yet. What’re you doin here, Devilfish-chan?”
“I'm heading to grab a meal. A flyer I picked up in the plaza caught my interest, you see.”
He shows the flyer to both of you. It's from a diner right there in Foothill Town. Their big selling point is that their dishes are all magical. Lilia says that it’s a restaurant that was started by a graduate of Night Raven College and It looks like they’re releasing a new menu starting that day.
“Sounds fun! Okay, that’s it, then. I’m pickin’ this diner as our shoot spot.” Floyd decides. “Devilfish-chan, show us to the joint.”
“Kufufu. I shan't merely guide you. I'll help with the filming too.”
You arrive at a chipmunk-themed diner called 'Crisp & Dips'.
“This is the diner you were talking about? Huh, the outside’s pretty neat lookin’. I wonder how it looks on the inside. I can’t wait~. Koebi-chan, time to rev up that camera.”
You all enter and sit at one of the tables to begin the recording.
“Mmkay, so here’s Crisp & Dips, a diner in Foothill Town.” Floyd introduces, still intrigued by the place and with a relaxed smile. “The insides’re based on the story of the “two mischief-loving chipmunks,” or whatever... But aren’t these chipmunk figures waaay too big? Meh, whatever. Anyway, apparently they’re all about their magical dishes. Oh hey, the latte that the table next to us just got has a moving drawing on it. Ahah, look at that duck swimming in the cup! It looks so real! Oh, and now it sank.”
“That’s called the “Ghost Latte” drink.” Lilia explains. “They’re using animation magic on it, apparently.”
“Maybe I’ll order one later, too. Wonder if they can swap it to a cappuccino?”
“Hm. You like cappuccinos, Floyd?”
“Not really. I’m just feelin’ like one right now. Whether I want coffee, tea, or juice, it’s all up to how I’m feelin’ in the moment. Anyway, I guess we should start with their new dishes, huh. Can’t wait to see what comes out.”
When your dishes arrive, Floyd is disappointed to see a normal hamburger steak. However, Lilia reminds Floyd that the restaurant manager told them to try clapping. Floyd did so and the demi-glace sauce covering the hamburger started to swell up until it took the shape of a chipmunk. This revived Floyd's spirits.
“Oho, looks to be some sort of spell that changes shape based on sound.” Lilia concludes. “Fascinating, let’s try some different sounds!”
“Mmkay, then what about this sound?” Floyd snaps his fingers. “Ooh, when I started snapping my fingers, the one chipmunk became two! So what happens if I clang my knife and fork together? Ahah, the chipmunks started fighting. Sauce’s flying everywhere, awesome~”
A little bit of the sauce landed on your cheek making Floyd laugh at you. But before you could clean it up, Floyd kissed you and licked the sauce off your cheek. Still close to your ear, he whispers:
“I tasted good~ I'll try it with other stuffs when we get back to Mostro Lounge. And on other places~” And gives you a quick kiss under your ear, near your jaw and neck.
All this while you were still filming, and he even laughs at your flustered reaction.
“I should try playing some music from my phone next.” Floyd continues, and so he does. “Now they’re dancing on top of the hamburger. Look at 'em grooving.”
“Kheehee, You’re really getting into it. Alrighty then, I'll join in with some rhythm.” Lilia starts clapping along to the music. “Hoi, hoi~”
“Oooh, nice~! I’ll help with keepin’ up the rhythm too.” Floyd says with a wicked grin and starts clapping much faster. “Ahaha, the chipmunks look like they’re panicking now that there’s way too much noise! Next I’ll add a bit of whistling... Oh, snap. They’re starting to blow up like balloons. At this rate, they might explode!”
“If that much swollen sauce bursts, it'll splatter all over the restaurant... ” Lilia exclaims worriedly. “Floyd! Stop for now!”
“Might be too late~” He simply replies with that playful, mischievous smile.
“Ahhh, that dinner was so much fun!” Floyd says, already seated with you and Lilia at one of the tables at Bonbon Recette, where his special birthday cake was. “Did ya see the manager's face when the sauce exploded?”
“He sure was in a tizzy, yes.” Lilia says. “But for him to throw up protection magic immediately shows he truly was a proper alumnus of our school. By the way, (Y/N), is the recording data safe?”
You confirm that everything is okay with the filming.
“Oh yeah, we were taking some kind of promo video, right. Gotta say, good job continuing to record without runnin’ away when the sauce went flyin’ everywhere.” Floyd smirks.
“Kheehee, we could talk forever, but... Why don’t we pause and celebrate today’s birthday boy. Happy Birthday, Floyd.”
“Happy Birthday!” You say.
“Yeah, yeah! Koebi-chan, thanks for your hard work too~” He kisses your cheek before tasting the cake. “Mmm, this cake's really good. There's a big chestnut inside, nice and filling.”
“Ohh, to gulp down a whole special cake in one bite, what a refreshing sight indeed!” Lilia says. “Not that the kiss wasn't heartwarming too. Kufu” He smirks at you.
“Devilfishie-chan, Koebi-chan, aren't you gonna eat?” Floyd continues, with that mischievous grin. “If you don't hurry, there won't be any left~”
Each of you takes a slice of cake.
“I apologize for interfering in your romantic encounter.” Lilia says with his innocent smile. “I'll leave you alone as soon as I finish this slice. This cake truly is delicious.”
“It's fine.” Floyd says. “We didn't have anywhere to go anyway. Thanks for the tip.”
Just as Lilia had said he would, as soon as he finished eating he stood up to say goodbye and leave. But not before giving Floyd a hint to ask the employees about a special promotion for couples they were running.
Floyd got curious and went to ask about it while you were eating another slice of cake. When he returned, he had that mischievous smile on his face.
“Koebi-chaaan~” He sees you automatically giving him a suspicious look, which amuses him even more.
After waiting a little bit, without Floyd telling you what he was planning, one of the waiters approaches you to say that everything is ready in the next room and asks you and Floyd to follow him. The waiter opens the door and Floyd enters first, observing the room around him.
It was small with a quite chic decor, but strangely there was only one thing in that room: a table. The only chairs were miniature ones on top of that table, as well as miniatures of a round table and a sofa.
“Oww... It’s so boreing... It doesn't look like anything interesting is gonna happen here.” Floyd says, and turns to the waiter with that serious and threatening gaze. “This better be as fun as you said it would.”
“I-I-I guarantee it will, s-sir.” The poor waiter said in pleading. “P-please just w-wait until I bring the dessert.”
“We will.” You say in a soothing tone, leaning on Floyd's arm, as if calming a dog about to attack.
The waiter looks at you with relief before leaving.
“Is this about that thing for couples that Lilia talked about?” You ask.
“Yeah. From what that guy said, it seemed fun. But if not...” He smiles with his sharp teeth. “I can figure out another way to make him entertain us.”
“Just give him a chance. I'm sure you won't need to resort to squeezing anyone.”
“Oww, not even you~?”
“It depends on the type of 'squeezing' we're talking about.”
Floyd laughs. This was enough time for the waiter to return with a small Mont Blanc and place it on the table. Nothing else, no cutlery, no napkins, nothing, just the dessert. Immediately afterwards the waiter hurried out of the room and closed the door, leaving you two alone in there. Ambient jazz music also began to play from the small speakers in the corners of the room.
Upon seeing that little cake, Floyd’s mischievous smile returned.
“Hey, Koebi-chan. Try this~.” He asks of you with a very sudden, good-humored attitude.
You immediately become suspicious.
“Aww, come on~ It's my birthday. Shouldn't you fulfil all my wishes?”
“If you're going to treat me like a servant, then you can eat that and have fun by yourself.” You get annoyed by all that arrogance, cross your arms, and turn your back to him.
“Hmmm...” He thinks silently for a second. “Okay! But you're gonna have to catch me.”
“Wait, what?”
He runs his finger through the cake's cream and licks it. The next second he shrinks right in front of you and you reach out to catch him before he falls to the ground. He was the size of a doll, just a little bigger than your hands, and he looked as comfortable as in an egg-shaped chair.
“HAHAHAHAHA. Nice catch, Koebi-chan~! I knew I could count on ya~.”
“Floyd! What the heck?! What happened?”
“I shrunk.” He responds with a mocking smile. “That's what the cake does. It was made with a shrinking potion. Relax, it only lasts about an hour or so. Hey, put me on the table, now I should be the right size to lie down on that couch.”
You do as he said and place him on the table. Just as he said, now he's the right size for that miniature furniture on the table. He lies down on the sofa, as carelessly as someone who has just returned home.
“Com’ooon~ Join meee~” He asks you lazily. “It's boring alone.”
You look at him and, being Floyd's partner, of course you can be mean too. You realize the advantage you have at the moment, with your regular size. You grab him by one of his ankles and lift him upside down until he's in front of your face.
“HEY! What're you doin'?!” Little Floyd inquires.
“You want to have fun, right?” You ask with a mischievous smile.
You throw him into the air, hearing him scream, and then catch him again in your hands.
“So? What did you think?”
“You little...” He looks at you with that frighteningly serious look, and bites your finger. Even with small teeth, they're still sharp. But then immediately breaks into a huge grin and laughs. “That was awesome! Again! Throw me again!”
“What? You liked it? Then why did you bite me?”
“To put you in your place~” He smirks. “Now. Again! Hahahaha!”
You do that two or three more times, until he finally gets tired and you put him back down on the table. Only then do you run your finger through the Mont Blanc cream, sit down at the table, and lick your finger. You shrink as fast as Floyd did and to a similar size. But he's still taller than you again.
“I'm tired.” Floyd yawns. “Come here.”
He picks you up by the thighs to put you over his shoulder and carries you like a sack of potatoes to the sofa where he lays you down. He then positions himself on top of you.
“That was fun.” He says with an amused smile, until it transforms into a seductive smirk. “Good little shrimp~” He kisses your lips with surprisingly tenderness for a while, until he lightly bites your lower lip. “Do you know what mood I'm in right now~?”
“You seem to be in a good one.” You say. “More specific than that is almost always a surprise.”
“Hehehe~” His eyes darken as he looks into yours, but his smile remains. “I'm in the mood for some bites~”
He attacks your neck with kisses before he starts leaving his marks. More than the ones he had already left in the store's fitting room.
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