I’m new to writing but late too lazy to take my own time to practice so I’ve decided to have other people give me prompts (with a few of my own ideas) so request are always welcome! Just follow the rules below
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Rules
- I usually only write reader inserts no character X character shipping
- No NSFW
- No paedophilia
- only gn reader maybe fem
- reader with certain characteristics like darker skin or certain hair colour is allowed, but nothing too specific
- character!reader is allowed
- please be patient with me I’m very new to writing and just trying to get better
- i’m still in school so it may take a while to get to a request
- No racism, homophobia, or any other discrimination please
a/n: OK giys. I got this idea from a tiktok by that #1 jade leech hater (milielkidk)!!!! it was talking about jade’s smells And Stuff. i dont know how to explain it. Udhdidjskdjdjd
Jade Leech would be such a frustrating yandere. He’d listen to all your complaints with muffled ears, just telling you it’ll pass eventually.
Oh you said you want to go home? That must mean you really, really, really want to stay here with him! You would never actually think or feel that, would you? You would never leave him, right?
Jade does truly believe you love him, even if you repeat it to him a thousand times. He has deluded himself into thinking each action you take is an act of love. What a brick-head.
Your head was being held tightly by Jade’s hand on your chin, forcing you to face him. You just had a tantrum and now you're tired. His other hand laid on the small of your back, preventing you from moving from his lap.
A soft melody played in the background. Specifically, a music box repeating the same song over and over again. The song reminded you of life before being taken away by Jade; soft and promising. You had plans and dreams you wanted to fulfill. But now, it’s all gone. You have absolutely nowhere to escape. Tears started to slowly fill your eyes as you remembered how happy you were. You reminisced about the precious moments spent with your closest ones, the school days filled with a surprise each time and the small moments too. You were so lucky back then, weren’t you?
“Love,” Jade spoke endearingly and used that stupid petname. The hand on your chin moves to your eyes, gently wiping your tears away. “Do not cry, for I am here. Tell me your woes, hm?”
Your fists clenched at his worrisome tone. The whole reason you were crying was because of him! Why was he acting so oblivious? He was the root cause of every pain and suffering you felt.
“Why can’t you understand…” You muttered under your breath. Each graze of his finger on your cheek made you even more frustrated.
“Understand? What am I unable to understand?” There he goes again, being oblivious to your hurt. Sevens, if only there was some way to talk sense into him. You lean your head away from his touch and grit your teeth. Jade looked saddened by your behavior.
“I want to go home. I don’t want to be here. I don’t love you at all!” You ramble in a loud voice. Even though your energy was depleted, you still had much to say.
Jade smiled and hugged your head into his shoulder. That specific part of his body reeked of blood. The smell made you shriek slightly. Why would he have the smell of blood? Did he hurt someone—someone close to you? You feel scared at the thought of someone you love dying to the hands of Jade Leech.
You quickly shook your thoughts away, changing them to how much you despise Jade. You were feeling frustrated. He was still unable to understand how you felt. You bit into his shoulder angrily, wanting him to feel pain. However, no reaction followed. Your actions only amused and never instilled fear in him.
“You’ll find it welcoming here soon enough,” Jade patted your head in rhythm with the melody. “I love you.”
HELLO! I loved your Idia post....I need u to write something about him. WHatever u want but I need something 😭😭
⋆. 𐙚 ˚... 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 about Idia Shroud because Idia occupies my mind everyday and I can't believe I haven't made headcanons about him yet.
𐔌 . ⋮ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄... Being friends/in a relationship with Idia and noticing a few quirks about him that you think is adorable.
Just headcanons about Idia because I have to spread the Idia Shroud agenda in my account.
𝙃e would have piercings I fear. I think that he got it when he had a favorite anime character that had piercings, so he was like "fuck I should do that" then bought those DIY piercing things— don't worry Ortho helped him so that he won't have an infection.
The piercings in question? Tripple vertical helix and a side labret 🤤 he sometimes fidgets his side labret with his tongue when he's bored, he also traces the tips of his tripple vertical helix when he's nervous.
Speaking of fidgeting— this man is the biggest fidget freak ever. He's probably embarrassed to admit it, but, he has: needoh's, slimes, pop it's, and those niche fidget toys stored in a hidden cabinet that has locks. He swears that it's not a problem, however if you're in close proximity in a public setting he starts to fidget the ends of your shirt to calm himself down, he also squeezes the life out of your thighs if he's mad, and he also traces patterns on your arm when he's bored, and— okay I'll stop, BUT YOU GET IT, he's very fidgety person, and you better get used to it because he cannot physically stop himself no matter how hard he tries.
You know the thing that he does to ragebait people into doing what he wants? Yeah he does that to you sometimes just to get on your nerves because this man likes that mad expression on you. If you're easily ragebaited? He's gonna have a grand old time with you— doesn't even matter if you're in a good mood, he's gonna piss you off with a smile because he's a little shit.
However. If you ragebait him back with sarcasm? He's gonna get all pouty and sad because he doesn't know if you're joking or not, and he will ask you if you're serious or not. Sarcasm is literally his biggest weaknesses because he cannot read the room/tell the undertones in people's tone no matter how hard he tries. If you say you hate him with a joking tone? He's gonna stare at you with sad eyes and ask "wait you're serious?" Because he thinks you're actually serious— YES he needs tone indicators in real life and HE WILL demand you to put a tone indicator in your sentence, I don't make the rules.
He has Autism, ADHD, PTSD, and anxiety. Argue with the wall— I feel like his parents paid for a therapist to diagnose him since they had an inkling. His ADHD and Anxiety are medicated so it's not really a struggle, but he still needs extra support— he has Ortho for that so his parents don't really need to worry.
I also feel like Idia has anemia— not even the subtle kind, it's the severe one that frequently gets him sent to the doctor. He also has iron supplements for it, but sometimes he forgets and Ortho or you have to remind him of it— better yet, shove it up his mouth if he's stubborn. I feel like because of his anemia, he has a cold body; he holds your hands/cuddles with you if he ever feels too cold, he probably also has a heater but refuses to acknowledge it when you're around because he's touch starved and wants warmth specifically from you.
A hill that I'm willing to die on? Him being a demisexual. He first thought that he was Aromantic, but then he got to know you and got closer to you then started to develop feelings— yeah... He got confused and went on a deep rabbit hole about microlabels then found demisexual and ran with it. He literally thought it was transcending his game and never went back since. Moreover, I think he secretly uses he/they pronounce but he hides it because he's afraid that someone might make fun of him.
He has a thing for thick thighs— I think that his obsession with thighs started when he said "boobs are overrated, thighs are better" as a way to be different from the 'normies' but then it started to spiral more and more until he got reigned as the king of team thighs. He doesn't play about thighs— if you have thick thighs and you're insecure about it? You won't survive him— every day he'll remind you that he loves you for who you are and will never shut up about it. Deadass doxxed someone for saying boobs are better than thighs, that's how serious this is. He probably bit you once or twice on your thighs because he got cuteness aggression, does he regret it? No— no matter how much you scold him, he'll just sit there with a dopey smile thinking about how soft it was.
HE IS NOT BUILT LIKE A STICK— I know that it might seem like it because his diet consists of ninety percent vitamins and meds, but let's all keep in mind that he deals with computers and builds robots, those shit are heavy as fuck, and the fact that he can lift those just by himself? There's definitely something going on there. So yes, while he looks like a stick, he probably has a little bit of muscles that he got from doing those heavy machinery. BUT, don't expect him to lift you up, he'll hold up at least ten seconds before falling— and that's just me being generous.
This is probably a projection BUT I will stand by the "Idia shroud makes fanfics and fanarts agenda" propaganda actually, let me take a step further and say he's a well known one. He probably has his own fanbase because of the amount of fanarts and fanfics he makes, he also makes those in depth essays about a character when that character gets mischaracterised— does not play about it, will definitely block someone just for mischaracterizing his favorite character.
Probably acts like a cat sometimes just because he was bored— which eventually led him to make a website dedicated to simulate the feeling of being a cat. A weird way to spend him weekends, but he's done worse.
Has gone through multiple rabbit holes before and now knows like twenty facts about seals, and two facts about cannibalism. His brother literally had to snap him out of his constant loop of finding rabbit holes. Majority of those rabbit holes were because he was either making sure his fanfics were accurate, or because of his OCs.
I feel like he has the tendancy to be dependant on you— he knows it's unhealthy, but what did you expect from someone who spent ninety-five percent of his childhood isolated? So yes, he makes you open your location or atleast spend time in his room seven times a week— please set boundaries 😭. He just has seperation anxiety so he can't help but be clingy, so it's best to set boundaries so that he'll limit his dependency. I feel like it's hard to have a healthy relationship with him, but give him time and he'll change, you just need patience because this man is stubborn as fuck.
He's also avoidant? Like at first when you two become friends he's avoidant and tries to distance himself to you, thinking that he doesn't deserve friends. However, if you keep on persisting, he'll actually open up to you. Until finally, you two are at this point of your relationship.
I know that allot of people dismiss his character into an introvert stereotype, but if you could just analyse his character, you can find allot of contradictions that make him so much more complex than people make him out to be.
He's self conscious, but he's also prideful, he's introverted and is deathly afraid of social interactions, but we can see how much he needs friends even though he tries to deny it, he hates opening up or making friends, but he definitely needs to— my point is, Idia is a walking contradiction and it's fun writing about that.
𝗔/𝗻: your wish is my command! These were cooked up while I was in lecture so 🥲 I have to make up to those lost time and start studying 😭 genuinely I hate school I can't believe I still have to be here 😭 GET ME OUUUTTTT
Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech x Gn!Reader (Individual pairings)
Pure fluff -w-
Synopsis: Just some cute silly morning scenarios with the trio (I LOVE THEM SO MUCHH I'M KICKING MY FEET)
1.1k+ words
A/n: ARGHHH this idea I had was sooo soo cute, I love having some visual imagination that helps me with my writing or whatevs you call it (I'm going crazy TvT) ANYWAY, ENJOYYYY EVERYNYAN! >w< Lemme know if you guys need more of this lololol!!!
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Azul has always been a hardworking man, capable of multi-tasking despite the overwhelming pressures of both his academic and business matters. So it's only natural for him to be a heavy sleeper, especially when you're right next to him, with legs tangled together and arms wrapped around each other.
He's a literal sweetheart, and knowing that he's a crybaby too, he would often cry in your arms during times where everything just feels so heavy to carry, especially when he's literally managing both his business and academics. Your relationship with him is strongly built on trust and understanding, and he couldn't thank you enough for how many times he soaked your clothes with his tears, or for how many times you ran your fingers through his soft hair just to soothe him. Spending time with you is just the thing he needs after a long day, he'll do it so by laying his head down on your lap and fall asleep.
For you, It was kind of a rare sight to find yourself waking up before him because he's usually the one who gets up first to start all the stuffs he needs to do for the day. Maybe too much crying from last night had done it, and now you're up, only to find him still clinging to you, his eyes all puffed up and his nose still red from last night.
You decided to give him a kiss on his eyelids, then to his nose, cheeks, and finally went down to his lips, lovingly admiring your boyfriend's serene expression.
His eyebrows furrowed before he squinted his eyes open. You chuckled before cupping his cheeks and kissing him again on his lips, catching him off guard. "A-angelfish! You sure are lively this morning.... How was your sleep?"
Azul's face turned three different shades of pink as he smiled at you, placing a hand on top of yours as he slowly caresses it with his thumb.
"I slept like a log," you moved a strand of hair away from his face. "How about you?"
"You know I always sleep better when I'm with you."
Jade makes sure every customer inside Mostro lounge are well taken care of. Although your boyfriend is just as scary-looking and intimidating as his twin brother, his professional stature—not to mention him as the vice housewarden of Octavinelle, still makes him the better fit to lead everyone and handle other business matters such as contracts when Azul's not present.
Of course, a day in the life of someone named Jade Leech can be really exhausting, both with managing the cafe and making sure Floyd doesn't right off hug someone to death. But seeing you after such a long, continuous work, offering to help with that cute smile of yours... Oh you really are an angel.
Being his girlfriend means you're also well taken care of, even much more than his business matters. He would wake up first, prepare breakfast for everyone with his brother, lastly taking all his time to prepare one for you—one that's special than others, even with flowers in hopes of seeing that surprised look on your face that he loves so dearly.
He slowly opened the door to his room, one hand holding a tray of your favorite breakfast. He was relieved you're still sleeping so peacefully. He took that as an opportunity to stare at you so fondly while he sits on the side of the bed.
He kissed your head, while softly calling your name. Knowing you still get pretty drowsy for a few minutes right after getting up, he patiently waits until you start talking.
"Jade?"
"Good morning, I have prepared you your favorite," The tray was placed on his lap—food still piping hot, your favorite flower placed on a small vase, and a cup of warm tea. You looked at him, eyes twinkling as you softly giggled, "Thank you..." You kissed his lips and rests your head on his shoulder, quite a bold act coming from someone who gets easily flustered. You get extremely clingy during morning, though that is something about you that he loves so much.
Jade looked at you with slightly widened eyes, a small blush tinting his cheeks before his signature smug appears.
"My, my. Look's like I swooned you ever so quickly."
Floyd is a predictable one, which makes him the scarier twin to some. But he's a complete flirt and a clingy one at that when you're the topic. Yet still, he makes an effort to make sure Mostro Lounge is booming with clients, even if sometimes he slacks off—carrying you with him away from everyone else because he'd rather be with you than being alone.
Most of the time, Azul and Jade, as well as the other students very much prefer you staying around the dorm, most likely whenever they need Floyd for something, be it cafe duties or some other errands. It's a funny thing to know that your boyfriend's mood depends whether or not he can sense your presence even from a few miles away.
A night with Floyd Leech is always full of teasing and laughter. He'd crack some jokes, makes fun of others infront of you, everything just to entertain each other, all while you're both laying down, chest hurting from too much fun.
Memories from last night left a lingering smile on your face. It was early morning now and you went to the bathroom for a second while still rubbing your eyes. When you got back, your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, only an empty, messy bed.
"Huh? Where is he?" You scratched your head, trying to find the familiar teal-haired boy around the room. You sighed, going back on the bed to fix it before a pair of hands held your shoulders from behind.
"BAH!" You jumped, looking at your back to see Floyd with a huge smile on his face that shows off his sharp teeth. To your surprise, he lifted you over his shoulder, which made you laugh because of the pressure on your stomach. He carefully placed you on the bed and started attacking you with kisses, while you're trying to fight back by hitting him, but you know he's stronger, plus you laughing made your arms weak, giving him the advantage to keep going.
After minutes he finally calmed down, while you were trying to catch some air as he laid his head down on your chest.
"I thought you left! You surprised me!" You pulled on his cheek, earning an adorable pained expression from him.
"I was wondering where you went." He pouted, lips pursed into a frown. Only a matter of seconds passed by before he started giggling to himself, his voice cracking as he nows pulled on your cheeks as payback, kind of harshly as he gave it a kiss after.
"Don't think you could get away from me, shrimpy~"
Can I make a request about the house wardens like how would their friends react when they walk in on their house warden making out with their lover and they had no clue they were dating like make it spicy but also funny as hell and if you want to do this like in parts like I mean not just the house wardens I won’t mind either honestly I have no favorites go crazy 🤪
P.s I loved your heat of the moment fanfic soooo much !!!
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" 𝒞AUGHT RED-HANDED " ― HOUSEWARDENS PT. 1
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✧˖° Content Warning ── mild suggestive, making out, sfw, caught making out, established relationship, embarrassing moments, teasing, they are WEAK honestly they folded too easily, implied female reader, grammatical mistakes!
✧˖° Author's Note ── this seems like something i can do with other characters, but for now i'll do the housewardens !! hope you enjoy <3 please read end notes !
⋆.˚ ℛiddle
it was supposed to be a simple study session. it never is. you needed to focus more on your studies, yet life had other plans. the tension in the room was hot, it was sickening. when your fingers touch his when you moved too close, it how your thighs graze his when you adjust in your seat.
It was your fault for wanting to study beside him on his bed, where the sheets are messy and scrunched.
he felt a blush in his cheeks when you full-on grabbed his thigh to steady yourself, he cracked. he dropped his textbook from his lap, pages scattered to the floor, as he grabbed your collar and smashed his lips to yours.
how unprofessional. as the housewarden of the queen of hearts house, he certainly isn't following any rules at this moment.
you were in his mind, and his lips were on yours.
things led to another, until he had you pinned to his mattress. red sheets messy under you as he pulled back just enough to stare into your eyes.
he apologized, but didn't move away. instead, he leaned closer to kiss your nose.
he pants, a hand reaching to brush your bangs away from your eyes―your hands at your head as he cups your chin gently, leaning back down asking if this was acceptable.
of course it was, he was your boyfriend. you loved his. you were more than comfortable whenever he got intimate like this, not like anyone else will know.
his lips danced over yours with warmth and passion, a little bit rusty due to not being the best at intimate moments such as this, but he's willing to try, for you.
just as your hands found their way under his vest, his thumb brushing over your cheek mid-kiss―the door suddenly bursts open.
trey and cater stand at the door, frozen.
they take in the scene, cater forming the image in his head far too into detail. their own housewarden, straddling one of their classmates with his fingers tangled in their hair and hands under his vests, clothes messy and almost stripped off.
it was, blantly, obvious they walked in on you two making out―trey and cater are both relieved that is all they walked in on.
the room fell into a complete, awkward silence. faces flushed, riddles eyes wide and his face redder than his own hair. collar crooked and body limp.
he twitched upon hearing caters laugh, " ohoho, this is GOLD― didn't take you for the top, riddle. i guess i owe ace twenty-aauh, i mean ... "
trey immediately spoke over the other beside him, making sure he could not snatch a picture of the scene in front of them.
" ah, we seem to have forgotten to knock, "
riddle's chest was heaving when he pulled back from you. far, far back. face hot, trying to fix his clothes as subtle as possible.
" sorry for intruding, ah please― continue. we just wanted to remind you about five pm crochet, housewarden. "
" but we totally understand if you're too busy to―"
" both of you. out .. " riddle speaks under his breath, but when the two didn't move fast enough, his voice rose. " NOW !! " a finger pointing to the door, the third years' scrambled out and shuts the door quickly.
there's a beat of silence that echoes through the room longer than expected, riddle adjusts his clothes and cleans the mess. trying to keep his cool.
" so, " you spoke up softly, cuddling the blankets to your chest you shift awkwardly on his bed. " didn't they technically break rule #24 ? shouldn't that cover this whole .. situation ? "
you let out a nervous chuckle, the mood unfortunately ruined.
riddle blushes, hard, his heart beating out of his chest. " it does now. " he pauses, " i'll worry about it ... tomorrow, however. "
he's just thanking the sevens it wasn't ace and deuce to walk in.
⋆.˚ ℒeona
he claims it wasn't his fault, it was yours, for being so close to him. leona gets handsy very quickly, mostly when he's bored and what's more boring then studying for a class he could probably pass with his eyes close if his actually wanted to put in the effort.
your skin was soft, too soft, he wanted to sink his teeth into your body so bad at this point―he was not slick. your thighs graze his tail when talking about a certain topic and he snapped.
" yah, were done. "
" and since― wait, what? "
leona slams the textbook on your lap shut and tosses it to the floor of his bed, already taking it's place by crawling into your legs and pushing your hair behind your neck.
" leona, wait, are you serious― "
" do i look serious ? "
and he proves it by leaning close to your neck and kissing you. it was soft at first, barely there, testing the waters. waiting for you to push him away, but you didn't.
and that, forced a smirk, you felt it on your skin. he suddenly sucks your neck mid-kiss, his hands already getting busy.
" l-leona, wait― we didnt lock the door― ! " you were cut off by his lips smashing into yours for a quick moment to shut you up, pulling far back enough to mummer, " as if anyone would be stupid enough to walk through that door during these hours. "
well, there is one certain hyena.
he kisses you again, following you down to the bed until your back was at the mattress and he was proudly pinning you down. his lips dance across yours, coordinated and impatient. his hands found the hem of your shirt and just as he shoved his hands under the fabric, the door clicks open.
" leona-san ! i got your laundry― "
the room fell into a dead, cold silence.
ruggie stares.
you stare back with the same, eye widened and blushy face. thank god leona's body covered most of you, you felt less exposed as leona groaned into your neck.
his hands are now at your thighs, squeezing' them as a way to de-stress the situation before he started throwing stuff. as leona stayed where he was, ruggie was already moving.
" im just ... gonna pretend i see absolutely nothing and use this as an excuse for you to pay me fire. " he shrugs, dropping the basket of Leona's clean clothes in the corner and turned on his heel to leave the room.
but ... he takes a moment before fully leaving. " because if ya don't, " know he was just acting smug. leona groans, finally leaning back, eyes flickering at the hyenas direction.
" you're still here ?? "
ruggie leans against the door frame and grins, but the tint of pink on his ears and cheeks weren't subtle. " you're the reason he's skipping classes and spelldrive practices, huh ? " his eyes linger at you, and you hide in leona's pillow.
" what are you getting at, ruggie ? " the housewarden rubs the bridge of his nose, waiting for the boy to leave. " i've had to cover for your ass all this time, you OWE me ! "
" fine, put it on my tab. " leona sighed, already adjusting himself back into in hopes that would scare the hyena and thankfully, it did.
but not without,
" old ass man, "
leona flicks his tail in anger, " OKAY, I'M LEAVING ! " and off he was, ruggie rushed out of the room and shuts the door with his tail between his legs.
you stare back at leona once the best of silence passes, arms wrapped around his neck while his hands rest at your hips.
" hey, at least ya don't gotta worry about telling everyone now ! " you teases, knowing this will probably be brought up again the next day.
leona grunts, pulling you close as his lips brush against yours. " sounds like a tomorrows' us problem, now shut your trap and kiss me. "
⋆.˚ 𝒜zul
he's weak. he can't stop staring at you no matter how hard he tries to keep focus on his papers, many contracts to sigh and put away, client appointments needed to be reviewed and verified.
but you were making it so difficult ! you needed a quiet place to study without the distractions of other students or your friends, so you went to your boyfriend―who was glad to help in any way he could.
he wasn't prepared for how beautiful you were when entering his office―hair tied in a neat bun, collar straight and your makeup flawless. you put in so much effort for yourself, he was swooned.
hook, line and sinker.
you were sitting at the couch in the middle of the room, legs crossed and face relaxed as you scribble down notes and answers from the textbook on the table to your notepad on your lap.
and azul ?
staring. it wasn't subtle, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses and his fingers fiddled with his pen. you felt a pair of eyes on you, so you turned your head to find azu staring at you.
he panicked and looked away for a moment. " azul ? " you called out, his shoulders shook. " is something wrong ? "
yes. yes, there was. but he can't explain what this feeling was in words.―he can in action, however.
" forgive me, " he spoke suddenly, rising to his feet he quickly strides toward you and sat beside you. glasses almost falling off his face when he suddenly kisses you, your eyes widen at the action but ... you didn't pull away.
his kisses turned messy, gloved hands finding their way to your school uniform and fiddle with the buttons, your thigh riding up his hip as he leans closer.
you find yourself pinned at the cushions of the couch, azul hovering over you with his hat forgotten on the floor, hair messy and cheeks red.
how unprofessional.
but he couldn't bother with business, work or contracts at the moment―right now, you were all that mattered. just as he leans back down to kiss you, mummering an apology for his actions, the door suddenly creaks open.
" azul, are you in― "
time froze. a pair of twins stared from the frame of the door the two of you straddled together on the couch. floyd peaks over jades shoulder, for a moment his face was curious and innocent―but soon it slipped into a sharp grin.
jade just kept a poised, subtle look―lips in a small pout and eyes wide open.
what's worse is that you were the only one to notice their presence, azul suddenly feeling your body tense and your hands stiff at his shoulders, the man lifts his head and spots the twins are the door.
his hat barely made them visible, but when floyd wiggled his fingers at him in a teasy wave, azul felt his body jolt like he was electrocuted.
he turns off of you so past, the papers on the table almost to flying. he adjusts his hat, glasses and clears his throat when the two twins just watch.
both of them, now fully amused.
" my, my ~ and too think you would have locked the door, " jade starts, knocking on the door, a sly grin on his lips. floyd wasn't any better, he simply leaves against his twins' shoulder and lets his teeth shine on display.
" it's NOT what it looks like― "
" it's looks like the two of ya' were playing tongue twister a few seconds ago~ "
azul blushed mad, " DO NOT CALL IT THAT― "
" so he can't deny it~ "
azul groaned into his scarf, a gloved hand up to his head as he asked what the two of them wanted. jade simply shakes his head, " we can come back later, boss~ we wouldn't want to keep you two from, your private meeting~ "
" yeah, it looks like you're busy~ "
you choke back a laugh, azul looks like he's going to explode.
when they both leave, the room falls into silence. you look over at azul, who is hiding behind his hat and sits at the other oxich across from you.
" you don't have any contract to forget about this scenario, huh ? "
he fixes his bow with a shaky hand, " if they value their life, they will keep their traps, shut. "
⋆.˚ 𝓚alim
kalim is not subtle. at all. he loves you and your body, so when you show up to his party all glamour up and looking all pretty, he can't stake his eyes off you.
it's a miracle he's keeping your relationship a secret all this time. even if someone would question it, he would've simply said you were a really nice person to be around and possibly blow it in case they were calling you out for being ugly or he can do better than you.
not the point.
the point is, he can't take his eyes off your legs. the way you sway across the floor, your dress twirls with you as you step and spins, ugh he's dying to kiss you right now.
you look so pretty on the dance floor, he actually might explode.
this is when he takes the spot of your friend yo what u invited, a soft blush on your face when you realize how close he is to you and he quickly drags you away front he crowd.
he finds a small closet and is quick to hide you both in there, he's so excited he forgot to lock it. he shuts it and immediately smashes his lips on yours to kiss you, hands going to to your waist while your arms wrap around his neck.
through the kisses, he pulls back just to remind you how beautiful you are and he goes back again. the kisses are messy and hot, the strap of your dress threatening to fall at any second.
kalim's hands find the bottom of your dress and while he pins you to the wall, the door suddenly creaks open. despite the very little stream of light that pooled in the floor of the closet, it was obvious to see jamil standing at the frame.
he just wanted to know where kalim went, annoyed he ventured off without telling him until he realized he could have been kidnapped so ... this is where his worries led him.
" ahah, jamil ! " kalim awkwardly laughs, pulling back and fixing your dress and wiping the lipstick from his lips. " i guess― i forgot to lock the― "
" no need to explain yourself, i'll just leave. " and so he did. very quickly, the door shuts as fast as it opened. during this, kalim fiddled with your fingers as the closest turned dark once again, you found the light switch close to your shoulder and the orange light illuminates the small enclosure.
" you're gonna have to face him again, " you chuckle when he sighs against your shoulder, skin hot against his. " yah, but he'll be happy for me ! "
ah kalim, you made your girlfriend's night<3
end notes ― decided to make a part two of this after my requests are done <3 WHY IS NOTHING IM TRYING TO EDIT SAVING ACTUALLY STOP.
Thinking of Minajael x cynical street rat! reader.
Can you tell that I really enjoy the thought of the RSA boys being so blindsided by the idea of true love, even the more logical ones who have their wits about them? 🤭 Realistic/jaded reader who uses them to achieve financial or societal power is also a very fond idea of mine.
Reader who thinks they have the prince in the palm of their hand (they do) and try to ignore their own growing affection! Reader who thinks that at the end of the day, their statuses are far too different for any hypothetical romance to ever work (it is, but the princes are more than willing to tear down societal norms and rules for their own benefit!). In this case, reader who, if they had the wealth, would play it just like Aladdin and boast about it in an effort to impress Mina, which only disgusts him. Hypocritical and naive Mina who is extremely performative about wanting to be a commoner and only falls for the rosy ideals of reader's life. Do we see the vision?
Minajael met you on one of his many escapes from the palace, maybe in some alleyway while the both of you were hiding from the palace guards. He quickly falls for you and the lifestyle you represent, caught up in the whirlwind of his delusions of independence and freedom. He thinks that he’s aware of the struggles that come with a life of poverty, of wondering daily if you can even feed yourself and being willing to steal and fight for basic needs. But he doesn’t understand the pain of hunger, or that of the whip on your back as you get punished as a child for taking a loaf of bread.
You lie with him at night on your flea-bitten rags, hidden in a little alcove in the slums, away from the society who forsakes peasants like you, and instead, lines the coffers of the aristocracy. It’s times like this that make Mina feel that you’re his true love, a love unbound by the responsibilities of the royals and loveless marriages. He then often shares with you his thoughts of running away together, of leaving his riches behind for a humble commoner like you.
Minajael thinks he is being kind, but your disposition is far from pleasant, and your public standing is even beneath that of the common person. You are a feral, rabid street rat, driven by animalistic instincts and spite to drag your feet through the mud and sand, where you supposedly belong. Your only weapons are your teeth and nails, with no education to help you climb the social ladder.
You would spit on his father if given the chance, and you only humoured Mina for your benefits, your filled stomach and carefully hidden jewellery collection singing his praises.
So you entertain his delusions, stringing him along as you sneak through bazaars with him, your fingers tightly laced through his as the two of you run from angered shopkeepers, unaware of the stars in his eyes as he, as a Magishift player, awes at your deftness and evasion. If you’d known, you would laugh internally at his adrenaline being misunderstood as romantic attraction.
You listen to his rants of the boring palace life, of being suffocated by fragrant incense and jasmine blooms, restricted in bindings of silk and organza. He proudly regales the marriage offers that he continuously rejects, in favour of one day wedding you, as you trace his collarbones down to his arms, all muscular and lean from athletics, unlike the sharp edges of your bones sticking through your skin.
You wake to him peppering your face with soft kisses as he bids farewell before dawn breaks. As you watch him mount his broom, you find yourself fearing the day that he fails to return to you, despite knowing that you can't keep him from his duties, nor his fate to be married off as a political pawn, a fate that he has limited autonomy over, yet nonetheless, one far more merciful than yours. You can only scoff at the absurdity of feeling pity for a man whose biggest worry is his love life once Minajael has left you in your solitary reality.
How foolish of you to gain such feelings for him, a prince you can never afford; and here in the shadows of the bustling Scalding Sands, fools are not blessed with the light of a new day.
i need more malleus seeing you as a poor, adorable helpless and magicless little human that cant do anything without him. not because its healthy, but i need him to slowly realize how he's basically been treating you like this fragile pet that entertains him and not like an actual person. and then he starts changing his view on you.
its no longer "oh, child of man likes reading this series of books. how adorable of them. humans all have their little quirks ☺️☺️☺️." and him noting it js because hes kind of just fascinated by you in a way
its "oh, you like this book series because... that sounds interesting. i'll have to check it out. thank you for telling me about this."
romance route: and then as he really gets to know you as a person and not as like this funny lil guy, hes like "i get warm fuzzy feelings when im around them OH NO."
OBV this is a bit ooc as i dont think he views humanity/non-fae like this to this extent, but it would be a fun development to explore. as js friends or as lovers. esp like throughout the story of twst as he naturally gets to know you.
i rlly like angst. also made u pink bc i like pink
ALSO INSPIRED BY SHINE AND MIZI RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS BTW and some other posts ive seen abt malleus like thus it feeds me good
Bro is the most awkward person in Twisted Wonderland. His hair's gonna be BRIGHT pink, his hands fidgeting endlessly, though through his stuttering he will offer to be the big spoon. Honestly, tho, he's fine either way, so if you turn the tables, he's fine with that too. Not like he'd complain anyway. But he will be fidgeting endlessly, a bit stiff in either position, so you might have to reassure him he's okay and that you love him.
Score: 6/10
Malleus
He is so touch-starved. He's DESPERATE for any sort of contact, intimate or not, so when you two are cuddling he soaks up all the attention, blushing but so happy. He'll offer to "spoon" you after you explain what that term means, holding you so close you fear he'll never let you go, nuzzling his nose into your neck and hair like he'll never be able to again. Honestly, he's scared he won't, scared you'll abandon him for another human or someone less scary, so please reassure him (and spoon him sometimes too, he'll be overjoyed).
Score: 12/10
Lilia
Peepaw's had experience. So he knows how to be a good cuddler, but will he put those skills to use? Sort of. But he's going to force you to be the little spoon, whether you're bigger than him or not, and he's gonna make you suffer while at it. Biting your ear and neck playfully, whispering things you can't repeat while your face reddened, tickling you... He's not gonna give you a moment of rest, so good luck!
Score: 7/10
Silver
He doesn't have nearly as much experience as his father, but he makes up for it by having muscles and a great body. He'll probably fall asleep on you first, so you might have to put him where you want him, but his hair is so fluffy and his body so comfy to use as s pillow you don't mind. When he's conscious, he'll wrap his arms around you, using your hair as a pillow as he drifts off while you use his broad muscles and chest as a pillow yourself.
Score: 9/10
Sebek
While he may deny the notion at first, he is very touchy. He will never admit it, but having you with him, holding hands, or kissing or what have you, it helps him feel grounded. It makes his heart flutter and chest heat, because you're by his side. You chose him, and now that he gets to hold you in his arms, he thinks this is the closest he's ever been to heaven. He's a bit stiff, but the warmth radiating off you quickly makes him melt while he holds you tighter, face reddening. But you will NOT BRING THIS UP AFTER!!!!
Score: 9.5/10
Hope y'all enjoyed this series!!! Pls give me requests or suggestions for what to write next with the Twst boys :)
Some of y'all really need to curb your racist mindsets. His name is Minajael, NOT just "Mina".
"Oh but his name is too hard to say in full" no, its not. but even if it was - you should actually put in the effort to practice it instead of just not caring and halfassing your way along. His name deserves the same amount of respect as the white character's names do. ive never once seen any of you say Vil's surname was hard to spell or pronunce at all- that prick's surname is long & gangley af, and y'all dont have issues spelling it manually letter by letter every single time, like 30 times per post :/
"Well Its just spelled so weirdly that its hard to remember" his name isnt the slightest bit "weird" in the traditional sense, not any more so then "Riddle" as a name is at least. its just not English, so you automatically view it as weird and think thats an acceptable viewpoint to use as a "defense" 🙄 if you're truely having trouble with remembering it despite trying, then id say just copy & save it to your devices' clipboard for spelling reference or repeated pasting. Is thats simple. I dont always have the best memory so I use my digital clipboards for a lot of stuff, its a useful and easy tool that everyone has access to on every device.
Edit: important small psa about this post is in comments. Some in this fandom are so damn toxic and agressive for no reason, and I aint just gonna take it laying down.
Thinking about Kalim again and his many experience of kidnapping and how he knows poisons so well.
I know most of the time the focus on Kalim is based on his masked traits such as his sunshine personality and naïveté.
But I like to think of the more hidden aspect that isn't talked much about.
For someone who has gone through this horror constantly, he must have learned how to defend himself.
Must have learned to protect himself in one shape or another that doesn't include magic.
(Though the potential use of his um magic drowning those who captured him is always there)
Thinking about this, imagine him getting kidnapped with you in tow.
Jamil is either not around or disarmed and can't help.
You can't defense yourself either especially not when faced with so many enemies.
So when the enemies inevitably attacks or tries to take you?
That's when Kalim steps in.
When he fights back.
His hands drips with blood from the dagger he wields. One that only Jamil knows he has and no one else.
A dagger he used since he was young even before he knew how to properly wield his magic.
He takes them out before help arrives (with the poison that's laced on the blade, they are not getting up).
His dance skills used for maneuverability and speed. Skills that were honed for more than those needed for parties.
It wasn't that Jamil was supposed to stop Kalim's kidnappings and poisonings, but so that Kalim's hands wouldn't be dripping red as often as it used to be.
Because he IS quite possessive, not in a bad way just in a protective way. You should have known what kind of trouble you were getting involved with when you decided to start dating Kalim!
Poor Kalim has a whole bunch of trust issues so don’t be surprised if he starts…
- Watching you a lot. He’s not trying to be creepy! He’s just worried about assassins.. so maybe you should start hanging in large groups just to be safe! (Or just with him)
- He may have a few issues with leaving you alone for long periods of time. He doesn’t know if he’ll see you again later… Something could happen to him OR you! Maybe you should just have a sleepover with him tonight. (And every night)
- He WILL get you the best security system. You are in so much risk living all on your own in ramshackle! It’s better to have as much security as possible. (Just don’t mind that he’s looking through the cameras)
- PLEASE WATCH WHAT YOU EAT! If anyone knows how easy it is to poison food it’s him. Plus your immune system isn’t built for twisted Wonderland! Make sure your ingredients are good, make sure nothing spoiled, and if someone else is making food for you, make sure it’s not poisoned! (Maybe you should just eat with him from now on…)
Overall? Stay safe and give reassurance! Kalim is chill but not dumb. He knows you’ll need more security after dating him and he feels really bad about it, but he just can’t help it you need protection! He just needs some reassurance that you’ll be okay on your own.
The sun is so hot it needs to make sure nobody gets burned.
Welp, I didn’t get the job…. But we keep moving on! And writing fanfic! Enjoy insecure and touch starved Malleus!
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It is strange to see Malleus upset, or rather strange to have to see Malleus to know he is upset. Yuu is used to being heralded by rain or thunder when Malleus is in a mood, giving them time to prepare for a grumpy dragon.
Now however, with one of his horns being broken and thus his magic weakened, the weather is no longer forced to reflect their love’s mood. While they are extremely pleased that he will no longer annoy and/or scare their fellow students, it does mean a moody Malleus just springs himself onto them.
Like today, where their dragon has teleported into their room and plopped himself onto the sofa in front of their bed. This by itself is odd enough as usually Malleus just sits on their bed, but he seems strangely reserved today. As if he’s holding himself back from them.
Yuu decides to just wait and see if Malleus will bring up whatever is bothering him himself. It’s much easier to comfort people when they know what they need to hear.
Eventually, after several minutes of Yuu silently reading with Malleus staring at them, he asks,”Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
Yuu raises an eyebrow,”Like emotionally? Mentally? Or physically?”
Malleus’ gloved hands are anxiously following the curve of the wooden edge of their bed,”Either, any of them.”
Yuu hummed. They’re going to have to psychologically torture whoever or whatever has made their partner look so despondent,” Well, I highly doubt you’d do the first one, the second is even less likely, and as for the third option…”
Malleus shrunk down and his nails dug into the wooden bed frame. If Yuu didn’t know any better, they’d think he was about to cry.
“It’s somehow the most ridiculous option yet. Malleus you didn’t hurt me when you overblotted, what makes you think you’d hurt me now?”
“I wouldn’t do it on purpose, Carissima!”he explained frantically, as if such a thing was in doubt,”I just worry that one day I might accidentally hold you too tight…”
Yuu had the feeling there was a double meaning to his worry, but either way it was a silly worry.
Yuu shook their head and set aside their book,”You’re always the little spoon anyways, lovely.” They held open their arms,”Now come here, I know cuddles will make you feel better.”
Malleus looks eager, but hesitates to move onto their bed.
“Malleus. Get. Over. Here. Now.”
It was like flipping a switch as Malleus leapt up and dived right on top of them though he caught himself before actually landing his body weight on top of them. He then carefully lay down on top of Yuu who smiled and began petting through his hair, planning to work their way up to his horns.
Apparently, commands work well on their dragon. They’d have to keep that in mind for future reference. Maybe they would finally get him to remove his gloves when he touched them. Their poor boy needed skin to skin contact, and they imagined the hands would be the best place to start.
kalim x reader throwing a party for the reader because the reader's upset about something (?)
Party Just For You
Kalim x Reader
Notes: Two Kalim fics and three posts in a row about Kalim in general is CRAZY work, but Kalim’s cool, so I don’t mind. But yay another request. There’s also been SO many scarabia edits on my tiktok fyp, is there universe trying to tell me something😭?? Anyways, I hope you like it :D And it’s written in 3rd person. Also it’s a little short
There’s been something off about you for the past couple days, and everyone’s starting to notice. Your eyes seem duller, you’ve been walking more sluggishly, and overall, you just seem to have less energy. You haven’t even gone to or at least help set up Kalim’s parties, when usually you’d be so eager to. That’s when Kalim himself noticed that it was more than just you being ‘tired’, which is what you kept telling him. That lie could only last for so long before the cracks of your facade start to show, and Kalim was the one to see those cracks.
Today, he decided to take matters into his own hands and do something about it. Since you wouldn’t answer his ‘Are you ok :(’ texts with more than just a thumbs up emoji, he walked straight up to Ramshackle and knocked on the door. “[Name]?”, he bounces on his toes, trying to contain his excitement, “It’s me, Kalim, are you in there?” There was a few moments of silence until he heard your footsteps approaching, then you open the door. “Kalim, I told you I’m fine, you don’t need to worry so much about me.”, you try to force a smile, hoping this wouldn’t lead to a conversation you didn’t feel like having.
Unfortunately for you, that conversation was happening whether you liked it or not. Kalim frowned as you tried to brush your feelings aside, clearly not having it. “You don’t always have to act like nothing’s wrong, y’know… I can tell that something’s bothering you, you don’t have to hide it from me.”, he puts his hand on your arm, a silent promise that he won’t judge you for anything you decide to share with him. His kindness and understanding almost makes you want to spill everything to him all at once, but you don’t, not wanting to burden him with your emotional baggage. “I’m just not feeling my best this week, that’s all. It’s like the universe decided to shit on me for no reason. I failed ONE science quiz, and it’s all been downhill from there.”
“Oh, [Name], you could’ve just told me that from the start! Everyone has their off days, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”, Kalim chuckles, glad you’re not upset over something super serious. Then he hold out his arms for a hug, which you can’t help but to give him a squeeze, making you smile just by being his sweet, caring self. “Thanks, Kalim, for checking up on me.”, you mumble as you release from the hug. “Don’t thank me, it’s my job as for friend to make you feel better-…”, he suddenly pauses as if he just remembered something, then he starts to look excited. “Hey, you know what else that would cheer you up!?” You shake your head, curious, but knowing Kalim well enough to have an idea of what he’s getting at.
“Well, let’s just say it’s a surprise! But we have to go to my dorm if you wanna see it.”, he beams as he holds out his hand for you to take, “Come on, it’ll be worth it, trust me!” You take his hand, laughing despite yourself as he practically has you flying behind him with how fast he’s going. It was to the point where you almost considered all the twists and turns Kalim was taking you on was the surprise itself. Maybe all the dancing he does is really paying off. Though you wanted to hurl at this point, you had to admit that the way he was damn near doing parkour was impressive, but VERY unnecessary. The magic mirrors were more than capable of getting you to Scarabia itself.
It was too late to consider the magic mirrors as an option anymore though, in both a blink of an eye and an eternity, you both made it to his dorm. But Kalim did say there would be a surprise when you got to his dorm, and it definitely was one. There were dozens of balloons in various shades of your favorite color, there were rows of tables filled with all your favorite foods, from meals to desserts, Kalim had it all. Your favorite genre of music was playing on the loud speakers, and a big banner that said your name in all capitals, with some hearts surrounding it. And to top it all off, all your friends were there! Leave it to Kalim to somehow get even the most antisocial students out of their rooms, or out of the botanical garden, and out to a party to celebrate you.
And to top it all off, once they saw you soaking up everything in awe, they all tried to greet you in a celebratory way, but knowing how dysfunctional they are, it didn’t go too well. “Happy birthday, [Name]!”, a few of them shouted, including Deuce, who got elbowed by Ace for being a dummy, knowing good and well it’s not your birthday. “Congratulations!”, others shouted as if you had won something, which earned them some confused looks. Many other celebratory shouts were said, the only person who didn’t say anything was Jamil, who shook his head in annoyance, muttering under his breath, “A simple ‘Surprise’ would’ve sufficed.” You of course didn’t care about how sloppy their greeting turned out to be, it made you feel so incredibly honored and overjoyed that every single one of them showed up just for you.
You honestly didn’t know what to say, so you to shake the bashful feelings off with jokes instead, “You didn’t have to make these guys come all the way out here just for me, you’re so extra, Kalim.”, you snicker, Kalim laughs as well and throws his arm around your shoulder, “Maybe, but if being extra is what it takes to brighten your day, then it’s all worth it. You are WAY more happier than you were just a few minutes ago, you’ve got the sparkle back in your eye.” You lean into his touch, thanking him, then thanking the rest of your friends for showing up. You didn’t want to get all mushy with them, but Kalim at least could tell that this party means the world to you, and he’d throw a thousand more to rekindle the sparkle in your eyes if it ever went out again.
More Notes: Sorry this took so long, I was struggling on how I should write this. I was thinking of actually writing out what actually happened at the party, but that would’ve been too cringy for me to write. It would’ve just been a basic kid’s movie plot atp💔
in which; school can be tiring... but endless, sleepless nights? even more exhausting.
content; domestic fluff, wrote this in the platonic sense, yuu! reader, grammatical mistakes, mention of alcohol (kalim's part) , scenarios/imagines , implied female reader ! kinda proof-read
author's note; later post then usual because i took too long to finish this, sorry if this seems rushed between the middle and end.
no AI copy and paste, please respect the author's hard work and consider liking or reblogging if you enjoyed it!
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★ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
endless books, papers, homework and lectures lead you to all nighters and a diet of energy drinks. you knew it was unhealthy, hearing it over and over from riddle himself. he doesn't stop you, he just wishes you choose your health over studies for once.
don't get him wrong, he's been in your shoes once. thinking all he needed to do was study and everything will be fine. as much as his mind agreed, his body didn't. and neither is yours. he doesn't want you to go down that road.
which leads him to the present, heels clicking down the hall of nrc to his lunch break. looking at his watch on his wrist he turns a corner, mumbling to himself about his schedule and duties... until a figure catches his eye.
blueish grey eyes squint in front of him as he looks closer to make out the figure.
"yuu?" he mumbles once he realises. your sitting against the piller, sunlight casting your curled up shadow with your head in your knees.
at first, he panics. speed walking in the direction with the headmage or any other adult at campus on speed-dial. with a tight chest he kneeled down at your side and whispered your name once more.
as he was about to shake you, due to stress and nerves, youe back lifts up before slowly falling back down. soft snores left your lips as riddle let out a sigh of relief.
"sevens, yuu, sleeping in the middle of the hallways is a clear violation of the―"
that's when he notices something, your not just napping. your dead asleep. your breathing is too slow and heavy, a faint tension on your face―like sleep has calmed you too quickly.
his eyebrows falter, his face soft as he stares at you for a bit longer.
"when was the last time you've gotten a proper night's rest?"
silence. of course there is, you out cold. he wasn't expecting a response, he was speaking his mind out loud.
"honestly," he sighs softly, lacking its usual bite. "you should have at least chosen a more appropriate spot then here. the ground is dirty and the wall is tremendously uncomfortable..."
riddle simply sighs, like he expected this.
he doesn't shout, he doesn't get angry. he simply, lets you sleep. rising to his feet, riddle drapes his school uniform jacket over your hunched shoulder. the fabric is warm, his scent faintly clinging to it. far more comfortable then the cold breeze.
he suddenly sits beside you, dusting off any dirt he's nervous about collecting and gently takes your chin with a gloved hand, "you'll strain your neck like this," he scolds, letting your head rest against his shoulder much to the blush on his face.
the halls are empty, lunch just staring and here riddle is caring for a student not even from his dorm. that's the houswaeden leader in him, caring for students not from this world.
his hand lingers too long on your cheek before he pulls away fully, sitting down for a few moments to let you continue to get rest.
perhaps his lunch plans will have too wait.
"reckless, pushing yourself to the point of exhaustion. such actions must be dealt with accordingly..."
he looks down at your soft, peaceful expression on your face. lips parted to breath slowly, lashes long and relaxed. eyebrows low and body limp under his coat.
"you may rest.. but only for a while," he'll adjust the jacket if needed, "after that, we will discuss your schedule habits and routines." he finishes with a hint of concern, but determination.
★ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
the lunch hour was lively as ever―students at their tables with food, laughing with friends and the clutter of utensils clicking together. the usual chaos during lunch hours after a long class.
and somehow...you're still asleep during it all. you found a secluded table for one person at the end of the cafeteria, it's cramped but you didn't mind. you actually found it comfortable, laying your head against your arms with your papers scattered across the table and your empty lunch trey forgotten.
leona kept glancing at you during his meal, ruggie mindlessly stealing bits of his food when he wasn't looking to get his attention. but when he didn't even react when he snatched the piece of meat straight off his fork, ruggie scrunched his nose.
ruggie wasn't fully sure why leona cares so much about you peacefully sleeping until he notices a duo of boys messing with you. tugging the pencil out of your hand, poking your face and pulling your hair gently as they giggle.
who messes with someone while asleep? that's just pathetic.
seeing this, leona stood up without hesitation, legs taking him to the direction when he barks at the two other students to scram. the housewarden watches the two scurry away, dropping your pencil and hair and running back to wherever they crawled in from.
then he looks back at you― neutral face, hands in pocketa, but his mind was telling him to do something. emerald eyes stare down at you with a glare, taking the full scene up close. the noise, the constant poking to awake you, and your fast asleep.
body limp and breathing slowly, like you've been lacking sleep for years. he notices the papers, he knows the exact class your studying for and he clicks his tongue.
but he doesn't leave. instead, he approached you―slow and unbothered―as he took a seat to the empty spot close by to watch you.
you look... exhausted. completely worn out by the amount of work and stress. dead to the world. leona pushes the papers to one messy pile, just far enough for him to lift your head and rest it against his bicep.
for anyone walking by they would ask why leona is doing this, but it's an easy question actually.
so easy, he gets ticked off when he can't answer.
something in him just snaps and he lets his body so the rest.
he doesn't leave until you wake yourself up or if lunch ends and he has to wake you to drag your butt to somewhere more comfortable.
what? you were already asleep, what's missing a bit of class more? if you fall back asleep on him, he just falls asleep with you.
★ AZUL ASHENGROTTO FT JADE & FLOYD
he took one good look at you, and sighed disappointed. you would think he is far too busy to notice, and he is, but it's hard not to notice a human being laying flat across the booth in his own restaurant.
you're fast asleep, in the quiet atmosphere of the mostro lounge. at first, azul didn't believe floyd when the twins waltzed in his office saying a familiar shrimpy was dead asleep on the booth.
"...the prefect?"
"indeed," jade nods, standing beside his brother whose arms are lazily resting behind his head. "they seem to have taken the term, "make yourself at home" a bit too seriously. it is a cute sight, actually~ would you like to have a look"
"whatever gets you two off my tentacle..." adjusting his glasses, azul stood to his feet, black shoes clicked against the floor of the lounge as he followed the tweels.
which leads him to the present, adjusting his glasses with a spectacle look. his eyes scan your sleeping figure with jade and floyd behind the couch.
floyd has a sharp, teasy grin on his lips while jade smiles softly yet chilling down at you, like the easy prey for a meal. "hehe~ see, azul. she's knocked out~" floyd awes, poking your cheek as you squirm in your sleep.
"i see," the boss sighs when he gets a good look at you. curled up in the booth, head resting against your arm like a pillow with your other hanging over the edge. your school bag sits nearby, empty and clean―a empty plate and cup displayed on the table like he's been there for hours.
just how long have you been studying? and when did you fall asleep?
all the questions running through azuls mind as he priced together the puzzle. you weren't just asleep, you were crashed. exhausted, dead to the world around you. living a happy life in dream-land.
"what shall we do with her?" jade suddenly asks, his voice hushed as floyd stops bothering you and instead just watches you sleep.
azul thought, adjusted his hat and cleared his throat. "leave her, for how. get ready one of our guest rooms, she'll be sleeping over tonight."
floyd giggles happily at azul's words, "sleepover with the little shrimp? i call dibs tucking her in~"
"no one is taking any "dibs" on anything!" the mage sighs softly, careful not to awaken you. he removes his jacket, jade and floyd raises a brow when he drapes the fabric over you. his smell clings to it like glue―ink and sea salt―taking an extra moment to make sure it won't fall off.
"well," jade smiles widely yet calmly at the sight, "you seem to have a soft spot for the prefect?" it was a joke, but azul didn't laugh.
"hardly," azul lingers his fingers over your shoulders before pulling away, "just making sure she's comfortable. the couch isn't the best place for a good night's rest. clean up her area, and get the room ready, i'll watch over her."
if it wasn't for jade to pull his twin brother away, azul would have risked awaking you with floyd's whines. gently, he shifts your books and papers to one organised pile at the edge of the table, leaning over to place your loose papers and pencils back in your backpack.
once you've settled, he sits beside you, hands resting at his lap while he watches you. there's a pause before he mummered, "pushing yourself beyond limits is poor judgment," he sighs, "even i recognize the importance of rest."
you adjust in your sleep, eyes still shut and your features calm as you move to rest your read higher. azul pauses, before malonh the decision to take you to the guest room. gently, he took you in his arms―despite being a tad bit on the slender side, holding you close to his chest wasn't a hassle.
his heels click down the hall like it's a business matter, upon reaching the room jade and floyd are already watching their boss carry you to the clean beds, sheets soft and blankets warm, placing you under and pulling away.
"next time," he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, "come to me, i'll handle things from there."
even though you can't hear him, he still whispers. maybe somewhere in your dream, his voice can find its way in.
he takes his jacket back, resting it upon his shoulders he stands to his feet.
"rest well, yuu."
★ KALIM AL-ASIM
this party isn't one of kalims big ones―no overwhelming crowds, no loud music or blinding lights as usual―just a few students from his dorm, a few from others, and jamil. it's still lively, students singing and dancing to any music, snacking on food and sipping on drinks.
music drifts, laughter bubbles, and the warm light from lanterns makes everything feel comfortable and calm.
maybe too comfortable, but is there ever a thing called being "too comfortable"? apparently yes, because you're in the corner of the lounge, sitting on a single bean bag chair with your books and papers on your lap. head resting against the wall as you were fast asleep, pillows half-hidden behind you, your drink loose in your hand on the floor, your body slumped in a way that makes it look like you passed out.
you didn't mean to fall asleep, you just did. touw body betraying you with all those restless nights and late-nignt study sessions.
kalim spots you fast, you were caught in the corner of his eye mid-conversation with another. for a moment, he just stares, adjusting to the sunlight beaming across the floors, like he needs a moment on what he's staring at.
then he suddenly gasps, fearing for the worst he ditches the conversation he was in and rushed to your side, weaving through people surprisingly quickly with a shimmer of worry in his eyes. he's darting at the drink and your unconscious body, crouching to your level he hesitantly holds your arms.
"hey―yuu! can you hear me, are you okay?? yuu?"
he gives you a small shake.
nothing. not even a groan.
you're out cold.
kalim freezes, pupils wide and chest heavy. was there too much kick in the drink? jamil added just the right amount, maybe you grabbed the extra strong drink by accident?
with all these thoughts running through his mind, he suddenly sees all the papers and pens pool around you, like you've made your own oasis of school work.
blinking once, twice, kalim realizes your just asleep. your breath soft and grounding. "oh...oh, my sevens, your just sleeping."
a huge wave of relief hits him, exhaling loudly he clamps his chest happily. kalim lets out a soft laugh, shoulders relaxing after this moment of panic.
"you must have been really tired, huh?" he chuckled, eyeing all the paper around you. that's when he remembers the party―the loud noises, people laughing and singing―now that he actually listens, it's too loud.
too loud, you might wake up. he doesn't want that to happen, so the housewarden suddenly claps his hands to gain the attention of the party, asking politely to keep the noise down for the rest of the evening.
students stare confused, but jamil repeats kalim's request.
"much better," kalim whispers, carefully taking the cup out of your hand and placing it far from you, not to knock it over in your sleep. then, he adjusts the pillows around you, letting your head rest against one he helps you adjust your figure.
"ah, there we go! much more comfortable!"
he finds a soft, small blanket in the middle of the pillows, draping it across your body like a second skin, making sure it covers you just enough.
"you work too hard, yuu..." kalim suddenly whispers when he takes a pause to look at you. hair messy, drool over your lip and breathing slow. he sits cross-legged across from you, just enough to rest his chin on his hand.
"night, yuu!!" he giggles to himself, knowing you probably can't hear him. but the sudden twitch on your lips states otherwise.
if someone gets too loud, he glares at whoever is making the noise and shushes them. he gets jamil to prep you tea and food for when you wake up, also requesting a second blanket.
when the party ends, jamil finds you and kalim both asleep at each other's sides with the tea and food on a tray in his hands. the vice-housewarden simply sighs and lets you both sleep for a little longer before waking you up.
★ VIL SCHOENHEIT FT. ROOK HUNT
pomefiore's lounge is pristine. every surface is polished, every wall is detailed, and the environment no one can ever call a flaw―especially during the evening. curtains a bold purple, lights dim and the atmosphere soft and quiet.
you're fast asleep on one of the long couches after, you assumed, all the students called it a night.
until rook hunt found you, unbeknownst to you, obviously. he pauses mid-step, eyes lingering over your figure like you're a painting as he takes in the scene.
your laying on your side, not elegantly―just there. fast asleep, surrounded by scattered notes and papers, a book half-opened and your pen loose between your fingers. arm hanging over the edge of the cushion, the hunter simply smiles.
your head rests against the cushions like a comfortable pillow, legs curled just enough to take up the whole couch like you simply ran out of energy.
rook crouches slightly, his hat tilting with him as he hums lightly. "oh non, trickster...to be claimed by sleep so completely, even in such an unbecoming position."
he thinks for a moment, "you must have fought it long and hard to find yourself in this predicament, oui?"
there's only one person in the whole dorm who can figure out what to do, so rook leaves you for a few moments and returns with none othwr then,
"so she's, asleep?"
"oui! i presumed you, roi du poison, has an idea what to do with our dear, exhausted trickster?" the hunter smiles as he walks side by side with the housewarden down the halls and back to the lounge.
don't mock her, rook.
"honestly, rook, if this is one of your dramatics again―"
suddenly, his eyes land on you. a pair of velvet and emerald eyes stare down at you like a wild animal and decide to call the pomefiore lounge its bed for the evening.
your position was adjusted slightly, your head now fully off the edge and your arm dangles mid-air. vil immediately kisses his teeth, "how on earth does one find this position comfortable? rook, move her legs back onto the cushions."
"oui!"
vil and rook each take your limbs and position you back onto the couch, the housewarden gently takes your neck and shoulders to rest on one side and brushes your hair behind your neck.
"unacceptable! not only is she not a member of pomefiore, she insists on sleeping on the couch like she owns the dorm?"
"roi du poison, has it occurred you she may just be too tired? look at her hair," rook states in a hushed time, combing his gloved fingers through your greasy hair.
"stress affects the skin and hair, too much of it can damage your body." as rook examines you, vil notices your body twitch but does not wake up. he sighs, heels clicking against the floors to clean the papers.
"if that is the case," he resumes, "pushing herself until she collapses like this is highly inefficient. true beauty requires proper rest, but right now she's an ugly mess."
"then we shall let her sleep until she awakens!" rook beams, already fluffing up a blanket to drape over you. before vil even could ask where he got the blanket, it was already comfortably on top of you.
once you've settled, vil sighs and stares at you while rook makes his exit. his fingers curl under your chin to get a good look at you, "don't neglect yourself like this, darling...it's not good for you or your body."
he ends up staying with you for a little longer before returning to his room, leaving a hand lingering against your skin as he straightens.
"we will be discussing your sleeping habits next thing tomorrow...for now," vil tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, "sleep well, prefect~ rook will be here when you awake."
★ IDIA SHROUD
ignihyde lounge was dimly lit by the blue screens that illuminated the room and the small flicker of computers. it was quiet, almost too quiet. the faint humming from a certain housewarden filled the silence.
it wasn't like idia wanted to step outside of the comfort of his room.. during these hours―the clocks read three am on the dot and idia was in desperate need of a midnight snack. he was mumbling under his breath about what he should order until he felt the presence of another.
his eyes squint on the couch in the middle of the lounge, seeing the hair of a familiar person. he steps closer, carefully, already alarmed and ready to activate the intruder alarms if necessary.
how could anyone just waltz into the ignihyde dorm undetected. does idia have to tweak with the security again? ugh, he wishes he doesn't and his eyes are playing tricks on him.
idia finally reaches the couch, blue hair peaks over to spot―
"yuu?" he whispered loudly, covering lips immediately after with his hands and ducks behind the couch again.
"what is the prefect doing at ignihyde? did ortho let them in without tel-wait a a minute―why are they still here?! it's past midnight!!? pause...was she?"
he blinks, peaking out once more to look at you again. fast asleep, on the couch, papers and pens scattered across the table and floor. idia looks around at the empty lounge, then back at you.
your breathing is steady, arms dangling off the couch and your legs curled comfortably to your chest. he blinks, hair flickering, "is that... comfortable?"
another pause.
"well...this is awkward." but as awkward as he is, something inside idia shifts the longer he looks at you.
your not just asleep, your crashed. like a video game on its last level done. he can tell just by the way your positioned and snoring. your grip on your pen loose and papers mixed together like you fought back even the thought of sleep.
"damn... you must've been grinding hard to manage a sleep like this..."
wait a minute, UGH AM I BEING A WEIRDO? STARING AT THE PREFECT WHILE SHE'S ASLEEP?? awh, man i hate this!
idia fumbles with his fingers, the thought of a midnight far from his mind as he thought about what to do. his hands hover and pull back just to hover over you again.
"ugh, what do people do in a situation like this? just take me now!...but i can't leave her like this..."
oh, poor idia. he carefully leans over to pull you back to rest properly against the couch as you snort and he panics, letting you go limp against the cushions again but at least your laying on your back.
"ok...step one, done." he mumbles to himself as he circles around the couch to fully face you. he takes the papers and pens acarrer across the table and places them back in your back, silently apologizing over and over for touching your stuff.
now he stares at the blanket close by, sighing heavily he grabs it and gently drapes it over you, like you're a delicate piece of technology worth trillions of thaumarks.
"you...really trust this place enough to crash here?...huh, werido."
idia, please, let the girl sleep.
he steps back on his heels and hugs himself, unsure what to do now. does he still order take out? he feels obligated to get your something when you wake up, maybe a easy breakfast?
he simply sighs, pulling out his tablet before taking on the final look at you. curled up in his dorm blanket, body relaxed and posture now straight.
"...you owe me, big-time." and walks off, shutting off all the bright lights with a single click of his tablet.
don't be alarmed when you see ortho in your face the next morning with breakfast, happily saying idia ordered or for you. he will deny it to his core.
★ MALLEUS DRACONIA
rain taps lightly against the stone ceiling of the garden arbor your sitting against, head leaning against the railing and your book forgotten on your lap. backpack leaning against your side like a small blanket, the sound of the rain soothing you to slumber.
the sun was still out, but it was softly spitting―it's an odd sight seeing someone fast asleep in this weather. however, a certain dragon heir was the only one to witness such a scene.
"... child of man?" his deep voice rumbles over the pitter patter of the rain, arms folded with a hand hovering over his cheek as he stares at you. eyes wide and lips dropped to a small pout, like he's more curious than concerned.
you don't answer, he's just greeted with a soft snore and he simply laughs. he notices your backpack and paper, untouched and prepped on your lap.
"so, this is where you've hidden yourself?" he mused, stepping closer to your sleeping figure. there's no rush in his movements, he is calm and gentle.
you haven't stirred when he reaches you, not even a mumble. that's when he realizes the scenario. you aren't simply "taking a nap" you're exhausted from head to toe. he can sense it, just by staring at you.
"you must have overworked yourself again, dear child..." his voice hushed instinctively, looking back at the empty courtyard and back at you, "to fall asleep in such positions."
a hand hovers over your cheek, fingers tickling your skin as he trails down and takes your papers from your lap and sets them aside, allowing himself to sit beside you.
and as if on command, he notices your body leaning back, about to fall backwards to the ground. he catches you work a sharp gasp, your figure falling back to his lap. toiw head against his thighs, arms curled under your chin as your still asleep.
how on earth―
malleus chuckles after a few moments, fingers combing through the hair to calm himself. "what a curious human you are,"
he pauses, smiling softly still strong lovingly down at you
"very well," he whispers, "i shall stay with you until you waken..."
no one bothers.
no one dares too.
only lilia, who came searching for the heir of briar valley when sebek nor silver could find him and cooed at the sight. they both now, stayed with you until you woke up from what you can call the best sleep of your life.
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