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May I request the dorm leaders reactions to their crush confessing to them but asking them to reject them so they can “get rid of” their feelings?

ooh this is something new! i had a lot of fun with this one! enjoy your pasta!

When you tell Riddle about your feelings, the Heartslabyul dorm leader turns bright red like usual. A confession? He’s not used to receiving confessions, let alone one from the very student he’s been crushing on silently!

When you tell him to reject you so you can get rid of your feelings, he just stares at you before asking why. When you explain to him again that it’s so you can move on, he’ll blurt out that he likes you too.

He’ll bury his burning face in his hands as you gawk at him. The two of you are both so awkward! It takes a few minutes for you to process what he said and for him to shyly peek at you from between his fingers.

It’s certainly not the way either of you expected things to turn out, but you two aren’t complaining! Riddle will gently take your hands in his and ask if this means you two are a couple. He’s happy that his feelings are reciprocated. Prepare for a lot of teasing from Ace and Cater!

Leona’s a little disappointed that he didn’t get to confess to you first, but he’s not saying no to seeing you blush a little and quietly tell him that you’ve fallen for him. He’ll give a smug smile and prepare to reciprocate your feelings when you tell him something that catches him way off guard.

Reject you? He’ll raise an eyebrow and ask why. This better not be a joke, herbivore! His feelings for you are very real, and you should know better than to play with them as if you’re better than him!

When he finds out why, he laughs. Reject you because you want to get rid of your feelings? At that point, Leona will coolly tell you that you have no reason to worry. Why, you ask? Well, it’s rather simple! He likes you too.

He’ll remark about how you never fail to surprise him. You’re nothing like anyone he’s ever met, and your odd confession just proves that even more. He’ll ruffle your hair and tease you for being so odd.

Azul’s also rather flustered by your sudden confession. He had been planning meticulously on when to confess his feelings to you, and having you burst into his office and tell him that you’ve been pining for him for awhile was not in his plans.

He’ll be a little dejected when you tell him to reject you. Do you think that he doesn’t love you? Perhaps he wasn’t as clear as he thought with his advances. Nonetheless, he forces a polite smile to his face.

He’ll press his lips to the back of your hand and tell you calmly that you have no reason to fret so much. He loves you a lot too, and he can’t help but be a little amused by how much of a twist you got yourself in.

He’ll bring up your unconventional confession every once in a while just to see you turn red and get embarrassed. Even if your confession wasn’t the textbook example, Azul knows that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Kalim’s so happy! Before you can even finish your confession, he’s practically jumping up and down. He was going to confess to you soon, but it looks like you beat him! Not that those sort of things matter to much to him; he’s elated to know that you feel the same!

But he instantly grows confused when you tell him to reject you. Why would he do that? He loves you! He’ll ask if everything’s okay and if anyone’s forcing you to confess to him or something. If you tell him it’s to come to terms with that your feelings won’t be reciprocated, he’ll tell you not to worry!

Kalim will give you a big smooch and tell you that he loves you back! There was no need for you to get worried about your confession; he felt the same way the entire time! Kalim will get just a teensy bit blushy when he tells you, but he doesn’t think he can hide his feelings any longer.

Once you accept his confession, he’ll immediately race off with you in tow to tell Jamil. Isn’t this amazing? He greatly prefers unique confession over the dramatic proclamations of love in his storybooks; it’s something special to him that no one else has!

Vil, being the popular and pretty boy he is, is no stranger to confessions. He’s rejected every one of them he got, and trust me, there were a lot. He’s also used to getting rather flamboyant proposals, but his heart is reserved for none other than you.

So he’s pleasantly surprised when your confession is something more down-to-earth and less headache inducing. Vil’s ready to place a poised hand on your shoulder and gracefully accept your confession when you ask him to reject you, saying that you want to move past your feelings for him.

Ah, but why would you do that, pet? Is he too pretty for you? Too popular? Vil chides you lovingly, pressing his painted lips to your forehead. No worries, little potato. You’re in luck; Vil is also very fond of you.

He will remark with a chuckle that he’s received designer clothes and luxury items in confessions, but never has he been asked to reject a confession purposefully! He smiles to himself, knowing that you’re his strange little potato now.

Idia would have never dreamed of making a friend, let alone receiving a confession. He was far too insecure to ever tell you how much he’s pined over you ever since you two got to know each other. So when you tell him that you’ve fallen for him? He nearly faints.

Once you’ve steadied poor Idia, you ask him to reject you. There’s no way someone like him would love someone like you back. You nervously laugh, avoiding his shaking gaze. The only thing that he’s registered is that you love him. You! Love! Him!

Idia will shyly tell you that he couldn’t dare reject you. He’ll blurt out that he likes you back, and then he’ll try to hide himself in his jacket. You’ll have to somehow coax him out, even if you’re nearly as shaken as he is by the confessions.

Idia will be on cloud nine afterwards. He’ll be so giddy, and his heartbeat would refuse to calm down for a while after that. To think that you love him back! Man, all his gacha luck must have gone to this! He’s happy beyond belief.

It didn’t take too much or too long for Malleus to realize he was falling for you. He had yearned for friendship and intimacy for so long that when you appeared in his life? It was almost love at first sight. But because of how quickly his emotions escalated, the fae was hesitant on confessing to you.

He almost sighs in relief when you confess to him first. He was afraid that his advances and his careful touches were in vain, but they must have taken him somewhere! He’s thankful that you see him as more than just some horned mage fae.

He’ll tell you that he loves you back before you can ask him to reject you. When you shake your head and insist that he has to reject you, he becomes confused. You tell him that you want to get rid of your feelings, because there’s no way that someone as influential and powerful as him would want to be with you, despite his confession just seconds before.

He’ll click his tongue and call you a baby. Did you not hear him tell you that he loves you mere moments ago? You’ll have to do better, child of man! He’ll refuse to reject you and pull you close. He’ll show you that he truly loves you, and he’ll make sure that your relationship will work out.

[heartsiebyul]

Could you pretty please write if the reader called the beast-men (yes I called them that) a good boy Not Smut but silly billy

あ ─── ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Good Boy ੯·̀͡⬮

featuring — Savanaclaw.

✮ ── 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫

The warm afternoon sun filtered lazily through the open windows, warming the already quiet lounge of Savanaclaw. At the center couch, Leona lay sprawled like a large lion basking in sunlight, one arm draped over his eyes as if the world itself was too bothersome to look at. Across the room, Ruggie shot you a desperate look. “C’mon, man… you’re the only one he might listen to” he whispered. Ruggie had been convincing his dorm leader for the past 30 mins to go to his housewarden meeting, but every attempt was met with a lazy flick of his tail and a dismissive grunt. Quietly, Ruggie slipped away, leaving the responsibility entirely on your shoulders.

You sighed and approached slowly, crouching beside the couch. “Leona… you have a meeting. You just have 20 minutes to prep.” No response, just the slow flick of an ear beneath his messy hair. You tried again, nudging his shoulder lightly while explaining how important it was for him to attend the meeting. He grumbled something about it being “a waste of time.” You sweat-dropped and added, “If you skip again, the others are going to complain.” The lion beastman only shifted slightly, one eye cracking open with visible annoyance. “Sounds like a them problem” he muttered, turning slightly away and making it very clear he had no intention of moving an inch.

You finally groaned in defeat before muttering, “Fine. I’ll do anything you want if you go.” That finally caught his attention. His hand lowered from his eyes and he looked at you. “Well now,” he drawled, a sly smirk forming on his lips, “you’re the one who said it.” His eyes gleamed with mischief as he lazily counted on his fingers. “Kiss me. Hug me. Nap with me… and stick by my side all the time.” His voice was teasing, clearly enjoying the way you stared at him. You only sighed and chuckled softly before replying with exaggerated politeness, “I’ll do anything His Majesty wants.” He scoffed at the title but looked faintly amused. “Tch… fine. I’ll go.” With a reluctant grunt, he pushed himself upright and stretched, clearly deciding your promise was worth the trouble. His ears twitched while he sat up. Watching them flick like that made your hand move on its own, gently patting the top of his head.

“Good boy” you murmured. Leona stared at you flatly, utterly unimpressed, his eyes narrowing slightly. Yet you grinned and added, “Hey, I said I’d do anything you want, so let me have this.” He flicked your forehead, causing you to whine softly, and he smirked. “Just this once”

Until it was time for the meeting, Leona ended up stretched across the couch again, this time with his head resting in your lap. Your fingers slowly brushed through his soft hair, occasionally scratching behind his ears while he pretended to be annoyed about it. The faint swish of his tail betrayed how comfortable he actually was. When you finally reminded him he had to go, he grumbled under his breath but pushed himself up, leaving only after one last lazy glance at you.

☆ ── 𝐑𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢

The cafeteria at Night Raven College was louder than usual today. Students crowded around the serving area, all eager to grab the special lunch menu that was being offered for free.

After staring at the overwhelming crowd for several minutes, you eventually gave up and settled for a plain bread roll before moving aside to sit down.

“Eh? Is that all you’re gonna eat?” came a familiar voice beside you. Ruggie leaned over your shoulder, his eyes staring at the lonely piece of bread in your hand. “There’s a special menu today, y’know. Free too.” You chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah… but look at that crowd.”

The moment the words left your mouth, Ruggie’s grin widened into something mischievous. “Heh. Leave it to me.” Before you could stop him, he dashed straight into the chaotic crowd like a hyena diving for prey.

You waited nervously, hearing occasional shouts and complaints from the line. Somehow, barely five minutes later, Ruggie reappeared at your table triumphantly holding a tray. “I got your special bread! And lucky you, it’s your favorite pastry too, shishishi!” he laughed proudly.

“You didn’t have to do that… but thank you, baby.” His ears twitched immediately, his cheeks turning a little pink. He rubbed the back of his neck with a grin. “Well, it ain’t free. It’ll cost ya, y’know.” “And what’s the price?” you asked with a smile. Ruggie leaned closer with a smug grin, his small fangs visible and ears perked up eagerly. Watching him look so proud of himself made your heart melt.

Without thinking, you reached out and ruffled his messy hair between his ears. “You worked hard getting through that crowd… good boy.” For a split second he froze, blinking at you. Then he laughed loudly, his tail wagging behind him. “Heh?! What was that?!” But he didn’t pull away from your hand. Instead, he leaned slightly into the affection while pretending he was only focused on eating the extra pastry he had snuck for himself.

★ ── 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥

The afternoon training field behind Savanaclaw was filled with the rhythmic sounds of feet hitting the ground. Jack had been exercising for hours, pushing through his usual intense routine while you sat nearby on the grass with snacks and a water bottle. Every now and then, you lifted your phone to record him to keep track of his progress and because you enjoyed watching his dedication.

Now he stood at the starting line for his final sprint of the day. His breathing was steady but focused, his eyes locked on the track ahead. “I’m ready when you are” you said, gripping a timer in one hand and a small horn in the other. Jack nodded firmly, lowering himself into position.

The moment you pressed the horn, the sharp sound echoed across the field. Jack launched forward instantly, his powerful legs carrying him down the track with incredible speed. His tail streamed behind him as he pushed harder than before, determined to beat his last record.

You watched the timer anxiously, then looked up just as he crossed the finish line. The numbers stopped and your eyes widened. “Jack! You beat it!” you shouted, running toward him excitedly. He turned to you, breathing heavily but smiling with quiet pride.

“I did it” he said, his tail swishing happily behind him while his ears twitched. Seeing that rare, satisfied expression made you grin. “Hey Jack… get down a little.” He looked confused but leaned down slightly anyway.

Your hand gently landed on his head, ruffling his hair between his ears. “You work really hard, good boy”

Jack immediately straightened up, his face turning red. “D-Don’t say that so casually!” he protested, clearly flustered. Yet his tail continued wagging uncontrollably behind him.

You laughed softly and grabbed your bag. “C’mon, let’s head back.” Jack looked away for a moment, trying to regain his composure, but a small smile remained on his face. “Yeah” he said quietly, his tail still wagging slightly as the two of you began walking back together.

Author’s Note I'M BACK !!

I should really stop announcing when I’m going to post or what I’ll do next because I just end up jinxing myself. I’m very sorry. 😭

[heartsiebyul]

あ ─── ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Say you love me, put me in Chanel.

featuring — Leona Kingscholar : Idia Shroud.

── 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑

Leona wasn’t the type to say “I love you.” Not because he didn’t feel it but because, to him, words were cheap compared to actions. You learned that early on. It was in the way he would pull you into his shade without asking, the lazy drape of his arm around your shoulders, even helping you with your studies even if he found it troublesome, and the way he just let you invade his personal space. So when he suddenly muttered a quiet, almost reluctant, (which was not like him at all) “I love you” while the two of you were lounging in the botanical garden, it hit you like a jolt. For a moment, you just stared at him, stunned.

Of course, you couldn’t let that moment pass without teasing him. A grin slowly spread across your face as you leaned closer, voice playful. “Say you love me, put me in Chanel.” Leona’s brow furrowed immediately, eyes narrowing at you like you had just spoken nonsense. “Chanel?” he repeated, clearly unimpressed. You explained, luxury brand, a lyric from a song you liked but he just clicked his tongue, dismissing it with a scoff. Still, there was a flicker of something in his gaze, something thoughtful despite his annoyance.

Sensing that you might’ve pushed just a bit too far into unfamiliar territory, you laughed it off quickly. “kidding, babe. I love you too.” That was enough. His tail flicked once before he pulled you closer, grumbling while letting you shower him with affection, just pressing kisses on his cheek and jaw. He didn’t stop you, didn’t push you away. If anything, he leaned into it, just slightly, like a lion indulging in warmth he would never admit he needed.

The next morning, noise greeted you. Grim was shaking you awake, yelling about “some crazy hoard taking over the lounge.” Still half-asleep, you dragged yourself downstairs, only to freeze at the sight before you. The entire Ramshackle lounge was filled, no, flooded with boxes and glossy shopping bags bearing unfamiliar labels stamped in elegant lettering that screamed expensive. It was overwhelming, almost unreal. Your confusion quickly turned into disbelief as you opened one, then another… your expression paling with each reveal.

Inside were expensive designer clothes, jewelry, accessories, and items that looked like they came straight out of high-end catalogs. Some were flashy, others elegant, but all undeniably luxurious, far beyond anything you had ever seen, let alone owned. This wasn’t just random junk, but it also wasn’t something you had asked for. And that’s when you noticed the letter resting atop one of the boxes.

You opened it, hands slightly trembling, and immediately recognized the handwriting, Leona.

Couldn’t find that ‘Chanel’ thing you were talking about. Got you better stuff instead. Don’t make a big deal out of it.

I love you. ── Leona Kingscholar

Your breath hitched and your face heated up as you read it again, warmth settling deep in your chest. It was so him, acting like it was nothing, when this was anything but nothing. He didn’t just listen, he remembered. Leona doesn’t care about materialistic things, but every piece here, every brand you didn’t even recognize, was chosen because you mentioned something, even as a joke.

You glanced around at the mountain of luxury surrounding you, still trying to process it all, before a soft laugh slipped past your lips.

Because even if he didn’t know what “Chanel” was… Leona still made sure you were wrapped in something just as rare, something chosen entirely for you.

── 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃

Idia wasn’t good with words, especially not ones as heavy as “I love you.” His affection came through small, awkward gestures, fixing things before you even realized they were broken, leaving snacks by your side during late nights, quietly staying on voice calls just to make sure you weren’t alone. So when he suddenly blurted out a quiet “I love you” while you were both gaming, his voice cracking slightly, you froze mid-action.

You turned to him slowly, eyes wide, while his face and hair turned an immediate shade of red from embarrassment. And naturally, instead of letting him recover, you chose to tease him. Smiling, you said, “Say you love me, put me in Chanel.” Idia blinked, completely thrown off. “Chanel? Is that like… a rare item?” he muttered, confused. You laughed, explaining it was a luxury brand and a song lyric. But instead of dismissing it outright, Idia just went quiet, too quiet, his eyes flickering with that familiar overthinking spiral.

Realizing you might have triggered something, you softened immediately. “I’m kidding, baby. I love you too.” That seemed to ground him. He let out a breath, muttering something about “normie romance being too advanced” but he didn’t pull away when you cupped his face, just stiffened for a second as you kissed him on the lips. His hand awkwardly hovered before tugging you closer, lightly holding on. Not confident, not smooth… but real.

The next morning, Grim’s loud complaints dragged you out of sleep. Something about “junk everywhere” and “this better not be my problem.” Still groggy, you made your way to the lounge and instantly woke up. Boxes. Shopping bags.

So many boxes and bags stacked on top of each other, even designer-looking packaging with labels you didn’t recognize but could tell were expensive, cluttering every inch of space. It looked like someone had raided an entire mall and dumped it into Ramshackle.

Your heart started pounding as you opened one, then another, only to find luxury goods inside. Designer clothes and accessories that looked like they belonged in glass displays, not your worn-down dorm, along with more items that screamed luxury even to your untrained eye. Everything seemed carefully selected.

Then you found the letter, tucked carefully between two boxes. The handwriting was neat and it was Idia’s, almost overly precise, like he had rewritten it multiple times before settling on this version.

I tried searching ‘Chanel,’ but there’s no exact match in Twisted Wonderland’s records. So i ran comparisons on high-value luxury equivalents. These ranked the closest. I don’t know if I got it right. If this is cringe, please forget it.

I love you. ── Idia Shroud

You go completely still, your face flushing as you read it again. It wasn’t just the gifts, it was the effort behind them. The late-night researching, the second-guessing… all just to understand something you said half-jokingly.

You stood there, letter in hand, surrounded by things he clearly didn’t fully understand but still went out of his way to give you anyway, you couldn’t help but laugh and smile softly.

It’s excessive but sincere and somehow, that makes it even more meaningful.

Because in the most Idia way possible… he did put you in “Chanel.”

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⋮ ⌗ ┆ once again, MAY THIS LOVE FIND ME !

I'm back lol

[heartsiebyul]

Hiii! Can I ask for the guys trying to be genuine while complimenting the reader, but ending up sounding sarcastic/not sincere and how they make up for it? Any character you want that would fit this scenario, please <33!!

あ ─── ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Compliment?

featuring — Ace : Leona : Floyd : Idia.

── Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy reading it! <𝟑

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⋆🐾° 𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀

Ace really did mean it when he said you looked nice. The problem was that he had a bad habit of hiding compliments behind his teasing. So when he saw you fixing your uniform before class and honestly thought you looked good, what came out instead was “Whoa. Didn't know you could clean up this well.” He even flashed that smug grin, leaning against the doorway like he was waiting for you to roll your eyes.

Which you did. Immediately.

You gave him a dry “Thanks, I guess” before turning back to what you were doing. Suddenly, the whole thing felt awkward. Ace could tell you thought he was making fun of you and realized he messed up. The worst part was that he genuinely liked how you looked, the effort you put in, the confidence you seemed to have. But now he was stuck dealing with the consequences of his own mouth.

For the rest of the day, Ace kept trying to fix it without making a big deal out of it. He hovered around you during class and lunch, tapping his fingers on the table before blurting out things like “I was serious earlier, you know.” Somehow, it still sounded sarcastic and even defensive. Eventually, Deuce got fed up and smacked him on the head, telling him to stop talking like an idiot.

Ace finally got it right later that evening while the two of you were walking back to Ramshackle. Without his friends around, he seemed a lot less performative. He shoved his hands into his pockets and muttered, a little quieter this time, “You really did look good earlier. Like... seriously good.”

There was no teasing. No smug grin. Just awkward honesty.

And honestly, that worked much better than all his earlier attempts. Especially when he immediately looked away afterward, his ears turning slightly red as he complained about how embarrassing it was to say things normally.

⋆🐾° 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑

Leona was naturally blunt, so compliments from him were rare enough to be suspicious. When he tried to genuinely praise you, it usually came out sounding lazy, dismissive or like he barely cared.

You had spent nearly an hour helping him sort through paperwork, something nobody else could ever convince him to do. After watching you work quietly for a while, he finally said, “Huh. Guess you're not completely useless.”

Which was... a terrible choice of words.

The moment you stopped and stared at him, Leona realized it too. But instead of fixing it like a normal person, he doubled down out of habit. “What? That was a compliment.” The unimpressed look on your face only got worse.

Leona had honestly meant to praise how capable and reliable you were, yet it sounded more like an insult.

The problem was that Leona wasn't used to giving compliments. In his family, praise was usually tied to expectations, status or usefulness. Genuine words of appreciation didn't come naturally to him. So even though he valued you, probably more than most people, his compliments often sounded dry unless someone knew him well.

Later that night, though, he made up for it in his own way. You had fallen asleep beside him in the lounge after studying. Instead of waking you up, Leona quietly draped his jacket over your shoulders and let you rest.

When you eventually woke up and looked at him sleepily, Leona clicked his tongue and muttered, “Don't look at me like that. You worked hard today.” His voice was quieter than usual, almost reluctant.

Then, after a brief pause, he added “You're dependable. That's rare around here.”

Short. Simple. But coming from Leona, it was practically a heartfelt confession.

⋆🐾° 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇

Floyd's compliments were always hard to understand because he never sounded serious. He could say the sweetest thing imaginable while grinning like he was about to cause trouble. So when he wrapped himself around you from behind one afternoon and cheerfully said "Shrimpy, you're sooo cute when you're focused. Like a little stressed-out crab." you genuinely couldn't tell if he was complimenting you or making fun of you.

Especially since he started laughing halfway through.

You immediately narrowed your eyes at him and Floyd blinked in confusion. "Eh? Why're you mad?" he asked. The truth was that Floyd genuinely thought you were adorable, the little wrinkle between your brows when you concentrated, the way you quietly muttered to yourself while studying. But because he was always joking around, his compliments often sounded like teasing.

When you pulled away from him with an annoyed huff, Floyd actually looked bothered. Not upset in a dramatic way, but confused. It was that rare kind of honesty he showed when things didn't go the way he expected. "I wasn't making fun of you" he said slowly, watching your expression. "I like watching you"

That was probably the first moment you realized he truly meant it.

Later, Floyd decided to make up for it the way he was best at, not with words, but with actions. While you were still studying, he quietly brought you one of your favorite drinks from the mostro lounge and dropped into the seat beside you. For once, there was no loud entrance or dramatic complaining.

He rested his chin on your shoulder and mumbled, much softer this time "You're cute. For real."

Then he gave you a gentle squeeze before immediately asking for head pats, acting like he hadn't just said something surprisingly sincere.

⋆🐾° 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃

Idia had spent the entire week watching you help people around campus. Whether you were explaining assignments, helping first-years find their classrooms, or dealing with problems nobody else wanted to handle, you always seemed willing to lend a hand. The thing was, Idia noticed these things far more than people realized. He just rarely said anything about it. So when he finally worked up the courage to compliment you, he genuinely wanted to tell you how much he admired your kindness.

Unfortunately, his social skills betrayed him almost immediately.

The two of you were sitting in the Ignihyde lounge. Idia was focused on a game while you quietly read nearby. After a long stretch of silence, he suddenly muttered "You know, you're weirdly nice to people. Like... suspiciously nice. It's almost creepy."

His eyes never left the screen.

To him, it made perfect sense. You were so consistently kind that it honestly amazed him. To everyone else, however, it sounded like he was accusing you of secretly being a villain.

You slowly lowered your book and stared at him "Thanks...?" you replied uncertainly.

The moment Idia looked over and saw your expression, realization hit him like a truck. His blue flames instantly flashed pink.

"WAIT, NO! NOT CREEPY CREEPY!" he blurted. "I meant like... rare! Statistically improbable! Like a legendary drop rate!"

Somehow, that explanation only made things worse.

The conversation quickly turned into Idia desperately trying to explain himself while sinking deeper and deeper into his hoodie. Eventually, he gave up entirely and retreated to his room, convinced he had ruined everything. Meanwhile, you were left wondering how someone had managed to turn "you're kind" into what sounded like a criminal accusation.

The next afternoon, however, he quietly made up for it.

While helping organize some equipment in Ignihyde, you found a small note tucked beneath a box. The handwriting was unmistakably Idia's.

"What I meant yesterday, I think you're a really good person. Most people aren't as considerate as you are. It's one of the things I like most about you."

When you looked up from the note, you caught sight of Idia peeking at you from across the room.

The second your eyes met, he let out a horrified yelp and immediately disappeared around the corner.

But despite his funny escape, the message was completely sincere.

And somehow, that made it far more meaningful than any perfectly delivered compliment ever could.

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── I know Floyd might be a bit OOC here, but this is just how I personally headcanon him 🥹

── Heartsie is back in business !!

I finally got my writing motivation back, so expect more posts soon. Thanks for staying with me! 💗

[twistedreblog]

Genuinely so cute and real of them 🥰🤭

[hxney-lemcn]

Accidental Confessions — First Years Edition

summary: your hidden feelings come to light as you accidentally text the wrong person

Master List | RSA | Third Years | Second Years | First Years

❥ Deuce Spade

❥ Ace Trappola

❥ Jack Howl

❥ Epel Felmier

❥ Sebek Zigvolt

[drkittenwhiskers]

Hello! Can I the OB boys with a fem reader who has a habit of sleeping on them and hugging them tightly when she sleeps with them? Thank you! (and sry if this sounds a bit weird. I have a habit of hugging my pillow when I sleep)

Sleepy Cuddles

Overblot Boys x Reader

Notes: I don’t think hugging your pillow is weird, I don’t do it personally, but I think a lot of people do😊 This is a super cute request, like it might get self indulgent at some points lolol

Riddle

At first, Riddle thinks it’s unacceptable. It’s one thing for partners to share the same bed, but a whole different thing when said partner doesn’t believe in personal space.

It was already a lot for him getting used to the idea of sharing a bed in the first place, now he has to get used to the idea of cuddling.

Riddle doesn’t get much hugs to begin with, unless they’re from you, and while he loves them, he almost collared you when you rolled onto him one night.

He went completely stiff, his heart beating fast, and his face bright red, but as he noticed you weren’t going to move, he started to enjoy it.

The warmth of your two bodies pressed together, the rhythm of your heartbeat helping to slow his down, and your cute little snores.

Nowadays, whenever you don’t cuddle up to him at night, he assumes you’re upset or he’s done something wrong.

Leona

Lions naturally sleep in piles, so it wouldn’t be far off for lion beastfolk to fall asleep cuddling one another.

In fact, it was Leona who rolled over on top of you one day, then you just snuggled in, and it’s been that way ever since.

Leona does notice after a while that you prefer holding onto him and cuddling, rather than him sleeping on top of you, so he pays more attention.

He’ll pull you in rather than rolling onto you, or just placing you on top of him, he’ll just wrap an arm around your waist and let you do what you want.

Once Leona gets used to you cuddling him, he’s going to expect cuddles every night, so you should warn him in advance before you get in bed.

If not, he’s just gonna snuggle up to you, and pull you close like he always does.

Azul

Like Riddle, Azul finds it unacceptable when you suddenly get into his personal space at first. But unlike Riddle, he immediately takes it as a sign that you’re comfortable with him.

He also goes stiff the first few times you roll on top of him, or squeeze him tight in your sleep. Not because he’s uncomfortable, but because he doesn’t want to disturb you.

It means so much to him that you’re comfortable enough to be so close to him while being in your most vulnerable state, and he doesn’t want to ruin anything.

Azul slowly starts to get used to it, and you notice that he’ll cling onto you too, though it hard to tell if it because he loves you so much, or it’s just instinct from being an octomer.

Either way, you two become so used to each other’s body heat, that whenever you’re not near each other, it’s freezing.

Jamil

Jamil finds it odd at first, but takes it as a sign of trust and show of further your relationship, and just cuddles you back after a while.

It does get hot in Scarabia, so sometimes he’ll slide you off without waking you up somehow, so you’ll open your eyes the next morning and notice you’re separated.

When Jamil doesn’t end up sliding you off, he’ll wrap an arm around you tightly in an almost vice grip, as if someone was going to steal you.

You’re the first person he’s ever shared his heart with, and he wants to be the only one, so if cuddling makes you happy, so be it, it makes him happy too.

If you really are bothered by getting slid off sometimes, he’ll compromise by holding your hand, so you won’t be completely apart.

Vil

Vil almost thought you had lost your mind the first time you snuggle your way into his personal space. Why you go and ruin his beauty sleep?? You know the oils from your face are gonna-…

“Wait, couples actually do this outside of tv…”, he thinks as he looks down at your peaceful face.

It takes a while for Vil to get used to, but the number one rule is that you CANNOT press your cheek against his.

Even if he has you on the same impeccable skincare routine as his, he doesn’t want to risk any drool, he’d rather you drool on his pajamas top if either of you can help it.

Eventually, Vil will welcome your cuddles with open arms, and even be excited for them as they’ll start being his most favorite part of the day.

Idia

Idia audibly gasps the first time, and probably the next couple time you wrap your arms around him in your sleep. He doesn’t even think he’s worthy of being your ‘snuggle buddy’.

He unironically calls the two of you that now ever since he got used to you cuddling him, and he thinks of it as some kind of honor.

Idia already treats your hugs as some kind of power up, but you cuddling him in bed at night like he’s some romance manga protagonist? He treats it as a SSR legendary reward you can only earn at the highest possible level.

You better believe he’s never letting you go, you’re his ‘snuggle buddy’ now, no matter how cringe that sounds to you and him.

Since Idia spends so much time in his room, and you hang out there a lot, he won’t initiate it himself, but he’ll start subtly asking for cuddles all the time.

He’ll want you to snuggle up to him while he’s playing on his console, he’ll want you on his lap when he’s sitting his gaming chair, and he’ll want you to lay on top of him while you’re watching anime together.

You of course don’t mind at all, and you two become almost inseparable in the comfort of Idia’s room.

Malleus

Malleus thinks you rolling on top of him at night and hug him tight as just another one of your human customs, so he welcomes the gesture with open arms.

He loves getting to know you better and learning about the strange things humans do, so after a few nights of this, he’ll ask you directly why you cuddle him so tightly at night.

When you explain it’s a gesture of love and trust, Malleus is overjoyed that his child of man feels so close to him.

He quickly begins to cuddle you at night as well to show how much he loves and trust you back, he even curls around you slightly as if you’re a hoard of treasure, which to him, you are.

Malleus loves cuddling so much to the point where he’ll start doing it in public, he won’t care, and it’s not like anyone’s going to tell him to stop besides his more eccentric guard.

Whether you do or don’t like it, you’ll have to explain what PDA is, why other people could be uncomfortable by it, and whether or not you’re comfortable with it.

More Notes: This was so cute to write omg🥹💕 I think you can lowkey see my favoritism showing with this one… But like, some of them, I felt like I’d be dragging it if I added any more bullet points😭

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More Than I Can Handle!

Names that get them flustered featuring: Idia, Leona, Jack, and Trey

Idia: darling

Now while just calling him darling can get him a little pink

It’s the equivalent of having an SSR card with zero build!

there’s a method 

Hit him with a sultry tone and some Jessica rabbit type antics 

Lean in grab his chin and and put some work into the act when you whisper out “darling”

I’d say he melts but he quite literally burns

Idia just wanted to enjoy his game peacefully, you slamming his door open and asking for some gummy worms was not an uncommon attack combo but of course the only sensible answer was “LMAO get your own loser”

You knew he meant it lovingly of course, but still, where did that blushing shy mess from when you were first dating go!? You love your boyfriend in all his stages but a little attempt for a blast to the past wouldn’t hurt would it?

The beat of silence was raising some major red flags then he heard you start stepping closer, his first reaction was to steel his grip to protect his snacks (he’d let you have them any day of course but he’s your boyfriend it’s literally his job to put up a fight) what he didn’t expect was his chin to be tilted upwards “Can I have some? Please? darling~” a slight cringe struck you at the foxy tone you used but there wasn’t much time to dwell on it, why?

Because you sure as hell didn’t get those gummy worms, Idia froze and his hair went into a pink and red blaze so large he burned the damn bag. Hey, at least you got to role play as a fire fighter with Ortho IRL right? 

Leona: Kitty

He’s not easy to fluster

Chances of you seeing this guy off guard are close to zero

But stop treating him like a big scary lion

And start teasing him like your all roar no bite boyfriend 

And maybe you’ll see a little something 

Just kidding! he’s turning around before you see anything 

You stretch and a yawn escapes you, Leona can be a pain in the ass when it comes to convincing him to study with you but it’s always fruitful when he agrees, he does know all the course work you have to do after all. 

“Its getting dark I gotta head back to ramshackle before grim throws a fit, see ya tomorrow?” You say packing your things and standing up, he huffs in response “yeah yeah don’t trip on your way out” you just let a laugh out through your nose. “You know a ‘I love you’ would suffice just fine next time kitty” ruffling his hair as you walk down out, you don’t bother looking back.

If only you did, the slightest pink dusting Leona’s face and his disgruntled expression would have been well worth the toll of the study session.

Jack: Big Boy

Jack is well aware of his large stature 

But he’s never met anyone who talks about it like you do

For someone so confident in his build you have one heck of a talent for using it against him

Too bad wolves mate for life so he’s stuck with you! (He’s right where he wants to be)

Jack loves mornings like these with you, those rare instances where you convince him to stay over at Ramshackle and he in turn convinces you to wake up early to run with him. Peaceful balance in those quiet mornings where you get ready together…But what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t ruin that peace and quiet?

Jack is absolutely adorable when he’s rambling on about workout plans for the two of you and what he plans to do for the day it just gets a little hard to take him seriously. “And after a cool down lap we can jog back to Ramshackle to get ready for first period.” Ah You zoned out thinking about how adorable he was, a worryingly common occurrence. “Alright big boy what ever floats your boat” you laugh resting your hands on his chest.

“…huh?” Absolute utter stillness. His body goes rock stiff for a hot second before his tail starts trying to take flight, the rest of him doesn’t get the memo though as he just stays still with red slowly crawling up his cheeks…did you break him?

Trey: Hubby

He’s pretty level headed

Pretty hard to catch him off guard 

But he’s not immune to your charms thats for sure

It’s not too hard paint this clover pink!

Baking with trey is enjoyable for quite a few reasons namely getting some delectable sweet treats and spending some time with your boyfriend, it’s the pinnacle of domesticity really. Getting to swap sugar covered kisses and playful banter and in the midsts of it…

“You know Riddles gonna have our heads if these tarts are messed up and I’ll blame you if that happens” he lightly chuckles “excuse me?” You gasp “I’ve been nothing but helpful!” “Helpful AND distracting, you’re a bit too good looking for your own good.” He replies, if he thinks he can get away with trying to tease you with no retaliation he’s sorely mistaken “well better get used to it hubby because I plan to keep distracting you for a real long time.” 

He freezes for a second and his eyes widen before he makes a sound that sounds like a choked out mix between a cough and a low laugh into his fist. “Guess I will huh..” his face is as pink as the frosting for a minute before he goes back to mostly normal. For the sake of his cool calm collected image don’t point out his slightly shaky hands or any stolen glances at your ring finger alright?

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YOUR NOT HIM !!

𝒯wst x Reader ... accidental confessions ,, their reactions ! 𝓈mau ⋆.˚

₊˚⊹♡ 𝒻eaturing — floyd, ruggie and cater ! — smau, x reader, confessions, nicknames, silly! grammatical mistakes!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - a early post for you guys yay!!

𑣲⋆ 𝒻loyd leech !

𑣲⋆ 𝓻uggie bucchi

𑣲⋆ 𝒸 ater diamond

hi guysssaaaaa some elr have anything to say uhhhh enjoy!! inspired by many on tumblr ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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Cute lol 😊

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How to take care of an octopus

(Azul Ashenarotto x femreader)

Average; 5.4k words

Synopsis: In which the transfiguration potions that Azul is used to taking suddenly goes missing once his last day of it is up, leaving him in a large bath tub humiliated, especially when the tweels call his girlfriend to come take care of him...

Notes: established relationship⋆tiny bit of angst⋆mer azul⋆fluff⋆makeout towards end?(might be lil suggestive)⋆loads of comfort and care⋆shits and giggles?⋆love and yearning⋆azul being gorgeous⋆jade, floyd, grim appearances

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The look on Azul's face embodied the word fear. His chest felt tight. His eyes couldnt focus. His face was burning up slowly, a deep blush running down his neck as a drop of sweat clung to his cheek. He looked like he wanted the bath to swallow him up right now. To drown—if that was even possible in this form. It wasnt. But still, somehow the idea seemed better than having his girlfriend staring right at him.

While Azul hypervenalated in the large tub you just stood in awe in the doorway. You tried not to be rude. You really did…but you couldnt help the fact that your gaze was running all over his body. All over his tentacles. Your jaw almost hit the floor, the sight of your beloved boyfriend in his mer form again nearly making you suffocate. He was drop dead gorgeous.

The sound of Floyd snickering behind you made your face tinge pink. You were staring.

You should stop staring.

It was rude to stare!

It was rude to want to drink up every inch of your boyfriend's looks right now.

Rude to want to feel the urge to go kiss him silly and shower him in compliments.

But you couldn't help it, your entire body frozen in its place, completely shut down. You barely heard the voice calling your name until you felt a careful hand cradle you chin. You blinked, confusion written all over your face as you turned to see Jade smiling at you. He closed your jaw for you gently, you face turning crimson at the realization.

“I think shrimpy likes what she sees~ ” Floyd teased from behind you, trying to contain his laughter at the fact your jaw pretty much hit the floor when you saw Azul. Jade chuckled along softly, stepping back as you covered your mouth in embarrassment, the interaction only doubling Azul's torment.

“I'd say so,” Jade hummed, grinning wide while he shifted his gaze to Azul who was still a blubbering mess in the tub, the water splashing onto the floor as he tried to sink deep into the water. Luckily, the tub he was in was big enough to hold his entire body—tentacles and all, but it wasnt exactly too deep, not for him at least.

“Do you have anything you wanna say about how he looks?” Jade suggested, the comment making Azul nearly burst into tears.

No. Please no…

Azul was nearly in tears, his throat going dry, his chest tightening and his hands clawing at his closest tentacle, nearly drawing blood. He couldn't bare the idea of your judgement. Couldn't bare to hear what you had to say about this side of him.

He hated how he looked. He always had. And it was bad enough he looked like this when he overblotted. His thoughts shifted immediately into concern.

Would you be afraid of him? Was he scary to you like this? Did you think he was going to hurt you…like he almost did last time?

His heart pounded at the idea of you fearing him, of you being in here so long while he was like this. At the idea that his girlfriend saw what he truly was deep down.

His chest lurched as he watched your hands slowly uncover your mouth, your eyes averting for a split second to Jade and Floyd as if uncertain of what to say.

His nails successfully broke his wet flesh, blue blood begining to stain the water. But the pain didnt phase him. Didn't make him flinch. He held his breath when he watched you take a sigh and open your mouth.

Please no. Please don't— I can't take it! Please—

“He looks absolutely gorgeous…”

Azul's brain nearly short circuited, Jade and Floyd whipping their heads around quickly, not expecting you to give into their teases that easily. Not expecting you to admit anything really. They had expected you to try and shove them off, maybe say something along the lines of he always looks good, or he looks fine, but they didn't expect that. And clearly neither did Azul.

The room fell silent for a moment, not even a breath exhaled before a deep laughter exploded behind you.

“I knew it! I knew you had the hots for him when he overblotted!” Floyd screeched, doubling over in a fit of cackles while Jade's face just turned a slight pink. You covered your face lightly to try and hide the dark amount of blush that produced when Floyd said that, the outburst making all of them shocked, except Floyd of course.

“D-Don't say it like that!” You whined, trying to glare at him behind your ashamed expression, clearly not denying the fact that you had indeed thought that his overblot body was…attractive. It was also the first time you had even seen anyone look like that too, let alone you pretty boyfriend.

“Oh c'mon! When I checked on you the day after it happened all you could do was blush and mutter about wanting to see him again!” Floyd blurted out, deepening the shame of it all. You should probably not have even mentioned Azul around Floyd after the overblot, your mind shifting instantly to his good looks before the fear of it all.

This time Jade was the one to have his jaw hit the floor, shocked at the fact you had ever thought such a thing. Meanwhile Azul was boiling in the tub, his vision blurry and his mind scattered.

You thought he was hot the first time you saw him…when he overblotted?

Eventually when Floyd calmed and ceases his verbal harrasment, you were given the short story about how Azul ran out of his transfiguration potions and they didn't have extras at the time, meaning for a while until they went shopping or a miracle happened, Azul would be stuck like this. You were a bit skeptical of their story, questioning them about the secret supply Azul always kept for them a compartment under his desk, but they claimed it was bone dry.

You asked about the extras in the hidden drink cabinet at the bar. None. The ones in Azul's drawer? Gone. The ones in the lounge storage area? Apparently missing.

When you finally asked about the extra emergency one Azul had given you to hang on for him back at Ramshackle, they quickly changed the subject and claimed they had already asked Grim. Apparently the little beast spilled it…which wouldn't be too unbelievable if not for the fact that Jade and Floyd seemed to be too happy about this whole ordeal.

Nonetheless, when they asked you take care of Azul in the meantime so they could run the lounge, their was no way you were declining. Even if Azul was extremely flustered at the idea of you having to feed him, wash him, and keep him company…but as the tweels left you two alone he knew there wasn't anyone else he could really rely on unless he wished to starve for a few days.

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After reassuring Azul about twenty times you didnt mind taking care of him, and maybe slipping in a compliment or two to keep him quiet, you sat in a comfortable silence, your eyes trailing the tentacle he had moved for you to see close up.

It stretched nearly as long as the bath was, perhaps double if he wasnt sitting. You didn't even have to see him fully stretched to know it either, watching as the tip of the tentacle curving awkwardly as to not get too close to you.

Azul stared silently, watching your every breath, every twitch of your expression for some sense of disgust, some indication that you had lied earlier about how you felt for him. But he couldn't find any…nothing but awe in your eyes.

“Did you really mean it…” he whispered, his voice bringing you out of your thoughts. Shifting your full attention on him caused him to blush so hard the tips of his ears almost looked black, his eyes averting yours as he stumbled for the right words. You only smiled at the look in his eyes, gently laying your arms on the edge of the tub to get a better look at him. He had your full attention, and you wanted him to know that. That you weren't afraid. That you weren't disgusted.

“What you said about me? W-was it true?” He whispered, looking down in regret at his wounded tentacle, the blood still caked onto his fingers like ink. His hands clenched tight under the water, still invisible to your adoring eyes. You held back a sweet laugh, your lips parting with a sigh as you laid your head down, your vision making him tilt with the angle.

“Of course I did.” You replied sweetly, the words sounding like honey dripping off your lips. “I think youre the most beautiful man I've ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on, Azul. And I mean that,” His breath hitched at the sudden contact he felt on his displayed tentacle, your fingers gently rubbing the squishy skin with the tenderness of what he could only compare to of an angel. Thats what he swore he was seeing right now. What he was watching slowly… an angel, leaning down to kiss to press a kiss against his exposed skin.

A few hours later, Azul had exponentially softened around you, growing more comfortable with each awed look you sent his way. Not to mention you told him you text Floyd to make his favorite dish for dinner, one he wanted to desperately decline considering he didn't want to eat so much calories in front of you. However, you had already seen the look in his eyes and still sent the text.

When you left to get the kaarage from Floyd he waited patiently, silently yearning for your adoring gaze to meet his figure once more. It made him feel a bit selfish—to want to keep you here just so he could hear you whisper how pretty he was again, or how much you loved the look of his wet hair—but after the years of grossed out looks and degrading words he heard, it was no wonder he wished to have you by his side.

Feeding him was a tad difficult at first, because he didn't want you to see the inked stains on his hands, and he couldn't eat properly with his left. He claimed he fell on his hand earlier or something and tried to get you to just eat the food yourself. But that was not stopping you.

“Darling, I insist, I'm okay.” He smiled, watching as you grumbled with your face hidden from his view. He assumed you were pouting or maybe cursing his stubbornness under your breath. But if anything he was just happy you weren't nagging him with eating again.

“Besides, that many calories is well over my daily intake and ingesting such foods might—mnph!”

The taste of chicken flooded Azul's mouth, your face pressed against his, your tongue pushing the food in his mouth before he could even finish his sentence. When you pulled away, Azul was baffled, a soft choking sound leaving his lips as he awkwardly ate the chicken. He nearly gasped for breath when he swallowed it, his head sinking against the wall before he felt a cold bottle of water on his neck and peeked between his hair to see your warm smile.

Sevens…you had him in the palm of your hand.

The little chicken stunt seemed to do the trick as you quietly fed him, over the tub now, his little cheeks puffing with every fork full of chicken you fed him.

“I-i really appreciate your care for me, pearl,” he mumbled between chews, unable to help the happiness that he expression in his tone. “Im sorry you were dragged into this.” He swallowed, taking a sip of the water with his left land.

“Azul, I don't mind at all!” You rebuttled, secrectly offended at his apology. “I know you don't like being like this, but I seriously do not mind it at all.” you smiled, raising the fork once more to feed him another bite. “I'm just glad you're okay with me helping. I'd much rather prefer I help than leave you to Floyd or Jade all night.” A small smile grew at his lips, his mouth opening to receive the fried chicken eagerly.

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Placing the empty dish on the counter in the bathroom you sighed and carefully took your shoes off, not bothering to stay in them if you would be sleeping in here tonight. The thought of staying wasnt confirmed, but you knew the twins would most definitely make it happen if it wasnt it the works already.

“Darling?” Azul called from across the room, his eyes bearing into your back.

“Yeah, baby?” You replied softly, placing your shoes down as he motioned you back over. “Is everything alright?” You asked, carefully checking the water temperature to make sure it hadnt gotten too cold for him. Instead of answering right away, you felt his tentacle shift against your fingers, your eyes lifting to find his face inches from yours.

“Would…it be too selfish to ask you to join me?”

Your eyes widened slightly, your hand falling still. He wanted you to sit with him? In the bath?

He noticed the way your expression flickered, the way your body tensed for a moment. He thought about apologizing for even making such a statement in the first place. Before he could say anything though, he already felt your hand press down on his body, your leg slowly lifting to climb into the tub.

For the first few minutes you both were a ball of nerves—you worried about smushing one of his tenatcles too much or making him uncomfortable—while he was worried about the skin to skin contact, a bit concerned having you pressed against him might change your mind.

But…after a while, things settled.

His arms were wrapped gently around your waist, two of his tentacles encasing you, bringing your body flush against his to the point where he couldn't miss any part of your body. You had your arms around his back, your nails scratching gently against his skin where he always smiled at when the two of you cuddled or slept. It was still a tad awkward whenever he shifted and your whole body was moved or you tried to move your arm and hit the tub wall, yet it was comfortable. Peaceful. A kind of euphoric feeling that neither of you had to speak of. It was just shared.

Azul watched as you silently pressed your fingers against his skin, the touch slightly explorative rather than subtle. He didn't seem to mind though. In fact, he slid his wet arms around you tighter, his tenatcles rubbing against your warm arms to let you get a small feel. You hummed at the contact, your expression softening.

“That feels really nice, Azul…” You voiced against his skin, a small kiss planted on his shoulder in thanks. He couldn't control the way his heart skipped at the affection, his eyes searching for yours as he slowly shifted dragging the same area over your skin again. He felt your weight shift almost instantly, the happy sigh that left your lips making him only want more.

“So, soft…” you mumbled sleepily, tucking your head against the crook of his neck, a habit you had naturally adapted to after sleeping over with him most nights. The gentle praise on your lips had him beaming, his confidence rising just enough to place a small kiss against your temple before you drifted off to sleep. As the sound of your tiny snore and mumbles filled the room he made sure to prop you up enough that your head wouldn't slip under the water, his body supporting most of your weight as you slipped unconcious, his touch still present as you slept.

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“Well, thats rather…interesting?” Jade muttered, opening the door to check on you in the morning, the forgotten pillows and blanket he was supposed to bring you last night lingering in his arms. Floyd pushed past him impatiently, not bothering to contain his voice when he saw you wrapped up in Azuls limbs.

“Hey?! How come he hugs shrimpy like that and not me?!”

The two of you shot up at Floyd's tease, your eyes shooting open and instintively pushing against Azul, startled from the noise. Azul let you go instantly, fear coursing through him at the sudden disapproval. You landed awkwardly in the water, your legs tangled between Azul's giant tenatcles, one of them catching your head before you knocked it against the tile.

“Floyd! Whats wrong with you?!” You whined, not even registering you were completely soaked now, your collared shirt slowly absorbing the water and changing from white to see threw. You didn't notice it at first, fussing at Floyd for startling you both before Azul suddenly pulled you harsh against his chest, your nose smacking into his torso. “A-azul whats—”

“Darling, please don't move.” He growled, nearly every tentacle surrounding your frame from the two stupid eels lingering in front of the door. Realizing the wardrobe shift, Jade snatched Floyd back, pushing his head down quickly into a bow as he apologized. “Jade get off—” Floyd whimpered, trying to shove off the boy's hand before Azul's voice cut through the room. “Out. Now.”

At the simple command, the door shut instantaneously, leaving you to try and sit up, unsure of what just happened.

“Azul whats wrong? Did they…” You words cut as a wet tentacle encased gently around your chest, no pressure added to the grip but enough to cover up your bra from showing through. It hit you like a freight train, your body tensing up at the contact. “Azul let me go! I-i need to go change!” You pushed against him heavily, a soft grunt leaving his lips as he pulled you back down.

“Darling, sit still.” He bit out, the blush covering his face making you freeze. “Please…let me help.” He whispered, looking away to the counter where a towel sat. You observed his tentacle closest to the wall stretch out, picking up the corner of the towel with ease. He brought it close to the edge before he shut his eyes tight and his grip softened.

“Here…for you.”

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During the time you walked back to his dorm room you shivered every so slightly, the chill from the halls and the fact that you slept in a bath last night hitting your body with small spasms. You made it to his room in a short time, locking the door and heading to his closet to grab a spare change of clothes, his reaction replaying in your mind.

You knew your boyfriend was a sweetheart— a gentlemen. He had completely outdone himself this time though. The way he ushered Jade and Floyd out of the room the instant he saw your shirt. The way he concealed your chest even from himself. The way he shut his eyes for you so you could climb out without him catching a peak…sevens this man was perfect.

You tried not to linger too long in his room, taking one of his softer shirts and some joggers you left one night to wear, stripping the wet clothes and tossing them into a small pile for later.

You dropped your bracelet on the way over, your eyes catching a glimmer of something under the bed when you reached down to pick it up.

How odd…

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On the way to the kitchen you twired the glass in-between your fingers slowly, watching the purple liquid swish around with every step. You arrived at the kitchen, Azul's breakfast waiting there perfectly on the counter. You grabbed for it, but a hand beat you to it first.

“Ah-ah-ah, shrimpy!” The glass scraped against the table, Floyd's finger tugging the plate back. “If you want to feed the octopus, I'm going to need that vile you've got first…”

Obviously, you came back inside the bathroom Azul waited in with his breakfast in your arms. He looked up to greet you, already pushing himself to the edge of the tub and reaching out for you, only to hesitate once he saw you biting at your lip.

“Is something troubling you, Pearl?”

“Whats the transfiguration potion color again?” You blurted out, ignoring his question entirely, your nose scrunching while you flickered your gaze to his.

“P-pardon? I thought you knew,” he frowned, upset at the thought of you forgetting one of the most entrusted things he gave you. The thing that Floyd claimed Grim had broken. You called Grim to ask him about it before leaving Azul's room, but he didn't pick up.

“Its purple. Right?” You replied, your voice softening as you sat down on the edge of the tub, putting his plate beside you with a silence that unnerved him.

“Yes…yes it is.” He confirmed, his tentacle coming up to brush across your back to try and soothe the contorted look on your face. The scowl hidden in your lips. He asked why you wanted to know if you got the answer correct, but you decided not to mention why. You kept in in the back of your mind as you fed him his breakfast, the weird tone in Floyd's voice echoing in your ears.

“If you want to feed the octopus, I'm going to need that vile you've got first.”

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Considering the clear stress in your body, Azul offered you to lay on his chest as you had last night, ensuring he would keep your shirt dry this time if he was startled. You obliged, stepping into the tub like before only to flop down on him. Azul winced on impact but wrapped you up anyways, watching as you settled when he ran his limb over your shoulders.

The two of you sat silent for a hour or so, the only sound coming from the room being the shift in water when Azul would rub your back or shift you further onto his chest. He shut his eyes after a while, the feeling of your warmth breath against his chest making him melt, his body reacting silently to the feeling of contentment. He didnt even notice when his tentacle on your back slowed. When it crept to the hem of your shirt. When it slid against the bare skin of your body.

The only indication something even happened was when you squirmed a bit, your hands digging slightly into the flesh covering his spine.

He peered open one of his eyes, his brows raising only to find your skin warm, you breaths uneven. Unsure of the situation he sat up, his hands cradling your face to check your eyes.

“Pearl? Hey, talk to me? Whats wrong? Do you have a fever?” He rambled, his limbs persistently grazing over your hips, his expression dimming when you clenched your jaw.

“You u-um—I just…” you grumbled, struggling your inner thoughts as he rubbed his thumb across your cheek, bringing your eyes back to his. “damnit Azul…you just feel…” you choked out, settling to hide your face in his chest to not embarrass yourself further. To not give in to every thought in your mind telling you to kiss him. You weren't even sure if he was trying to fluster you on purpose, but with each slimy caress your composure cracked just a little.

It took a moment for him to understand the cause of your words, a deep swallow heard as you felt the tentacle freeze. You looked up at him weakly, your fingers twitching on his skin, the look on your face all too familiar to him.

He cleared his throat, apologizing quick so he could explain himself. “I didn't know I was doing that, my love! Please forgive me for intruding when you were trying to rest.” He stammered, swallowing again as a dryness in his throat occured.

You shook your head, your hands reaching to wrap around his neck instead, your request straight to the point. You didn't care if it was accidental. You didn't ask him to stop. In fact after a moment or two you asked him to keep going.

“Mmn…I'm so glad…I get to…see you like this…” you gasped between each kiss, your mouth colliding hard against his. Azul felt like his entire body was receiving shocks with each brush of your lips. With each squeeze on his back you gave him. He desperately lapped up each word you spoke to him, swallowing hard everytime your tongue breached his lips. He felt like he hadn't even had breakfast, absolutely starving to taste every inch of your mouth you let him explore.

The request you gave earlier still stood, expanding further as his two other tentacles tended to your body. His hands had the pleasure of being in your hair, each soft tug making you groan only to be met with a matching vocalization from him. Meanwhile, the one tentacle kept under your shirt, squeezing, rubbing, pulling at your back with all its might. Another occupied your leg, coiled up to your thigh in attempts to hold you close, while the third resided behind your neck, aiding him to tilt your head perfectly so his lips could slot against yours. It was a bit messy, a bit rough, definitely a bit different, but you both consumed every second of it, passionate about taking in every inch of one another.

You had always found him attractive, especially when he kissed you and his hands would dig into your hips and situate you just right in his lap so you wouldn't have to worry about hurting your neck to kiss him. But this was so very different than the normal kisses the two of you exchanged. Instead of one area being attended to, he practically had your entire body filled with his touch. You didn't even care about how he sank in the tub, dragging you deeper into the water changing your second pair of dry clothes to wet. All you cared about was him.

He tried to contain his excitement, he really did. He tried to keep his limbs steady, respectful. And he tried to keep a level head—tried to keep your head above the water too. Yet all of it left when you told him about wanting this more often, wanting the real him. He felt your lips move off him, and he didn't have time to protest before he felt your teeth dig into his shoulder.

You felt water splash into your face after the nibble, the two of you brought back to your reality, silence lingering for a moment between trying to catch your breaths.

Then the laughter kicked in.

Azul couldn't kiss you under the water after all, you couldn't breathe it like he could. He really wished he could, feeling a bit bad for ruining the moment you decided to try and bite him, but the matter of it all was still peaceful. Soft. Warm.

Just the two of you smiling down at one another, realizing you two were completely enthralled with the other.

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It was nearly dinner by now, the aftereffects of your makeout session leaving the two of wrecked. You hadn't even bothered for lunch, too tired by the time you were done exchanging kisses, your body limp.

Azul had never kissed you so much before. Never held you so tight. Never stayed long enough for you to break down his walls and see too much of his vulnerability. Never splashed you with water during a kiss either—but the moment you two shared had still been magical, the agreement to take a long nap after the excursion not even needing to be discussed. Both of you were just happy to be in one anothers arms. Happy to have time together where he wasn't worried about contracts or keeping the twins out of trouble. All he was worried about was you, and keeping the water warm enough to not give you a cold.

Dinner rolled around and there was a knock at the door. Your eyes remained shut, your mind spent from the past twenty-four hours octopus care giver role you had stepped in for. So, when Azul heard the sound, he was the one to reply.

“Come in.”

The door creaked open softly, a breathless Grim met with him instead of a particular eel.

“Grim?” Azul mumbled, covering your ears when he realized he might wake you. What was that furball doing here so late?

Azul wanted to question him as hard as he could, ask him why he broke the vile he gave you, ask him why he hadnt returned your calls or even stopped by. Some companion he was.

Grim however held up a purple liquid in a vile before Azul even got a second breath out.

Oh.

Oh…

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Azul nearly knocked their heads in when he finally got his legs back, his expression full of anger and embarrassment at the stunt the eels had pulled on him. They took the scolding proudly though, only nodding or exchanging pleased looks before returning to watch him pace around like a chicken with his head cut off.

According to Grim, the twins had stopped by when you first came over to the lounge a day ago to get a snack. They offered him a large some of tuna in exchange for the purple potion you kept in your desk, and he easily traded it, not even realizing what it was before it was too late. After not seeing you for a day, and his phone being dumb—or the fact he couldn't tap any of the buttons correctly, he decided to show up. Only Floyd and Jade kept him occupied for a while until Grim managed to swipe the vile back.

As the boys got chewed out and admitted to their crimes for the love of the game and perhaps to show Azul you wouldn't care about his merform, you laid peacefully in his bed, finally back into dry clothes, a dry bed, a dry place to sleep. Not that you didn't enjoy sleeping on Azul's chest, but you could confirm a dry bed was better than a wet one.

You contemplated waiting up, wanting to thank Grim for helping you and Azul, or wait for Azul to come back so you could sleep beside him.

“Get some rest, my pearl. I'll handle the Leech issue.” You remebered his words all of a sudden, the idea of sleep not sounding like the worst idea. You went to shut your phone off, leaning over to place it by a spare case for Azul's glasses. Your hand lingered as a lightbulb clicked in your brain.

When Azul got back to his room, Grim following in tow ready to curl up at your feet, Azul noticed your phone open on his beside table, his eyes lingering for a moment after he helped Grim onto the bed and the beast curled up beside your leg.

Curiosity got the best of him while he slipped into his pajamas, gently rubbing the red mark you had left on his shoulder. He felt his heart race when he saw the words on your screen, his eyes welling with tears at the list.

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How to take care of an octopus:

> Compliment him any chance you get. Maybe ask him to show you this side more often.

> Feed him crispy chicken and sneak in a kiss.

> Make sure he sleeps happy—preferably lay on his chest and snuggle with him.

> Ensure he eats a yummy breakfast.

> Show lots of love and praise, he responds well to it.

> Keep in a warm bath.

> maybe keep in a big tank? Warm water.

> Kisses and a small water fight—he plays fair and does not drown on purpose.

> Ask for back rubs if he's comfortable! (He is very soft and squishy)

> Lightly scold to tell you when he's injured himself next time. Maybe invest in waterproof first aid kit or check tentacles prior for any injury?

> Make him laugh and smile.

> Also look into octopus pajamas or plushies—want to see the reaction.

> Most importantly: Reassure him he's the most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on…

Honestly I really enjoyed writing this but chances are within five thousand words i could have made an error lol. But thank you for reading it anyways and hopefully this satisfies my first anon compliment on my crazed obsession with writing about Azul. It really does mean a lot to hear positive feedback.

Thanks for reading! - your dear author, moonflower.

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My cute cephalopod 🩵

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Deuce Spade: Seabreeze Cinderella

The new summer birthday boy color scheme makes me hungry… I think of 🍋 lemons 🍋 and 🫐 blueberries 🫐 🤤

I apologize if this one seems a little rushed; I wrote this while hurriedly preparing for another trip + I’m still dealing with recent events.

Let them eat cake.

Like a single white rose in a field of red ones, Deuce stuck out like a sore thumb in that sewing room. Rifling through racks of jackets and boxes of jewelry, face affixed in awe. He’s stumbled into a forest where the leaves are unknown fabrics and the fruits are pearlescent spheres on strings. A boy lost, like a newborn chick stumbling through life, unsure of which way was what.

You sighed, and decided you give him a nudge, peeling articles of clothing off the racks and handing them to Deuce. A periwinkle dress shirt, a white vest and slacks, pearls, a sheer lace blazer…

“It’s like a magic spell,” you told him. “Cast it, and you can transform into an entirely new person. Delinquent to honors student. Worn-out soles to sparkling slippers.”

The Deuce standing before the full-length mirror barely recognized himself. Eyes swollen with wide with surprise, he nervously fiddled with his lapels and adjusted his corsage—a piece styled to resemble jelly. Every bit as awkward and as earnest as he had been the first day you’d met.

“I’m not sure if this suits me,” he sighed then. “I’m more comfortable with a pair of sneakers than dressy shoes.”

You thought of a girl in glass heels, groggily flitting to you like the dregs of a dream otherwise long forgotten. Did she, too, stumble in them upon her first steps?

“It might take you a while to break the new shoes in. How about we take a walk along the beach so you can get used to them?”

He brightened instantly. “Let's! The sand puts up good resistance to shoes. It'd be great for power training."

And so he had been set loose on the world. Shading your eyes and casting them along the shoreline, you followed Deuce kicking up clouds of sand on his new soles. Wind blasting his face, his determined battle cry carrying across the sea.

The exercise seemed to energize him--by the time he sat down for dessert, his face was alight. So wild, so free. Unconfined.

He sparkles like those slippers from your dreams. Partly from sweat, partly from excitement. (You had helped him fix his hair—which he had slicked up for the occasion—post-workout.

"Phew!” Deuce huffs, retrieving a silver spoon laid out before him. “Running always make me hungry. I can’t wait to dig in.”

His brandy glass is bisected by a stripe of milk pudding, blue jelly cubes and sliced fruits swimming in a sea of soda. It looks like someone bottled the sea.

In goes the head of his spoon, scooping up a generous amount. Deuce inhales the whole bite, the ends of his mouth curling into a grin. He produces a muffled sound of satisfaction.

“Mmmm! This is super refreshing. It hits the spot on a hot day.”

“I’m glad you like it so much.”

Deuce jolts in his seat, like it has suddenly occurred to him that he has made a faux pas. “Gah, sorry! That was impolite, wasn’t it? I… I should’ve waited for you to taste it first instead of charging ahead.”

“I don’t mind. I wasn’t the one sprinting on the beach. You need to replenish your energy,” you reply, shrugging. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You say that, but… Aren’t you going to try your cider jelly? I feel bad eating by myself.”

“I’m getting to it.” You casually stir your dessert, the fruit and gelatinous cubes sloshing together along the inside of your glass. “I was just thinking...

“Those clothes—” Your eyes flick up and down. “—they suit you well. Very well, actually."

“D-Do they?” He sits up straighter, and it reminds you of a golden retriever. Bright-eyed and eager to please. If Deuce had a tail, he would most certainly be wagging it. "Do you really think so?!"

“Yeah. Took some time to get used to it, but you grew into them.” You incline your head. “You’re very handsome.”

“H—?!” Deuce makes a noise like all the air has been forcibly sucked out of his lungs. “Wh-What do you mean by that?!”

“I mean exactly what I said,” you say simply, as easily as one might go about telling someone else about your daily chores. “But that’s enough of that. You’re hungry after your run, right? We’d better pack away at the free all-you-can-eat dessert.”

“H-Hey, you can’t just drop something like that and then move on from it!” Deuce rises and slams both hands on the table. “You can trust me with it! Honors student’s… uh, honor!”

“Maybe when you’ve matured a little more and the thought’s had more time to marinate.”

His brows turn down, the peacock blue of his irises darkening, turning serious. Deuce collides a fist into an open palm. “Gotcha! Watch me, then. I’ll mature so fast, you won’t even know what hit you! Then you’ll have to tell me.”

You laugh softly. “Alright, it’s a promise.”

Happy birthday, Deuce. Whether you’re in worn soles or brand-new glass ones… You’re always shining.

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how would savannahclaw characters+Sebek and Malleus react to someone harassing or making ‘comments’ about reader?

Jack Howl:

Jack has never been a fan of bullies, and it irks him even more when it’s someone he cared about being harassed. While you might be willing to let the first few comments fly, Jack was not, retorting with annoyance at their rude interjections and unwanted opinions. Standing at his full height is enough to intimidate most people, but if they were stupid enough to insist on continuing the harassment, he could show them exactly what those muscles were good for. He doesn’t want to get into an actual altercation but turning a blind eye would be worse than any trouble he could get into with the headmaster.

Leona Kingscholar:

As much as he disliked the royal lessons on etiquette, Leona had absorbed each and every word he had heard. While he knew you might not like him being directly aggressive, he knew many tactics to irritate and unsettle his opponent without revealing his own hand. You’re a little stunned that Leona inserted himself into the conversation as surely this would be energy he’d rather conserve, but from the wicked grin on his face you could tell he was actually enjoying talking down to a person who was well-aware that firing back against a prince might have unwanted consequences.

Malleus Draconia:

The person must either be an idiot to do this in front of Malleus or be wholly unaware of who he is, and facing the wrath of the Briar Valley prince is the last thing on most people’s ‘to-do’ list. Malleus had been scolded many times before about keeping his temper in check, mostly because the consequences involved the sudden changing of weather, but it was hard to reel in his frustration when it was in his nature to be protective over you. The accompanying thunderstorm sets the scene as Malleus approached, pulling you back toward him as he flashed an eerie smile at the person harassing you that hopefully served as a warning to know their place.

Ruggie Bucchi:

Ruggie tries to redirect you from the area, never one to jump into a head-on collision without good reason. He patted your back and told you to brush it off, opinions from idiots rarely mattered after all, but he took it to heart more than you realize. There may have been a certain incident within the previous year where a few unsuspecting students found themselves getting into accidents purely from their own clumsiness, and while he might have to be extra careful to avoid getting caught this time, it’d be wrong of him to just watch the little guy get kicked without fighting back.

Sebek Zigvolt:

You had a true ride or die in Sebek. He could hear your name being mentioned a hundred miles away, locking in to eavesdrop when viable. It wasn’t always on purpose but he had a good sense for when others were speaking poorly of you, and being a true knight in shining armor meant he had to defend your reputation no matter the time. It can be almost more embarrassing than publicly being bullied as he loudly spouts out your accomplishments, or really anything that directly disputes what these naysayers are mindlessly spewing.

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ASLEEP? OR SIMPLY FAKING IT?

FLOYD LEECH

"Eeehhh? The little shrimpy is asleep?" Your body subtly tensed at the sound of Floyd's voice; unfortunately, you couldn't discern where he was in the room because his footsteps were irritatingly muffled. Taking a nap on the couch at the Mostro Lounge after a tiring part-time shift meant you were vulnerable to his shenanigans, and you could only rest your trust on the courtesy of any divine intervention if he didn't have anything too mischievous planned.

"Too bad I can't play with you." Well, too bad I don't want to play with you either! You thought, eyes closing firmly. There was a heavy weight on the couch you couldn't pinpoint. Was it his knee pressing down on the cushion next to your body? What the hell is he doing? You can feel cold sweat building up on your back as you try to subtly shift away from him, as if you were just adjusting your position for comfort.

Floyd, on the other hand, is towering downwards to your level and just casually staring at your 'sleeping' form. He was not doing anything suspicious yet. Just blankly hovering while his hand struggled to make its move, whether to touch you or not.

"You worked too hard, huh?" Floyd whispered. His genuine concern had your body tensed up even more, unsure of how to respond. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, making your heart race with uncertainty. Then your body slightly flinched at the contact of his hand sweeping over your hair, carefully setting aside the stubborn strands that had fallen across your face. "Should've taken a break sooner," he murmured softly, comfortably placing his hand over your elbow and giving it a little squeeze. "I'll ask Azul to minimize your workload for the next few days."

With careful consideration, he lifted his weight off the couch, leaving you to process his unexpected kindness. His lanky hand ruffled your hair affectionately and spoke for the last time before he turned to leave the lounge. "I know you're awake, but I'll let you rest for now." Your heart spiked for getting caught red-handed pretending to be asleep, but you continued to play the act, keeping your eyes closed and your breathing steady until you heard him chuckle behind you. "Cute," he whispered, and then he walked away.

TREY CLOVER

"Ah, our little troublemaker finally rested, huh?" The smoothness of Trey's voice disrupted your chance to sleep further, now fully awake and aware of his presence. Damn you, Trey! You were in the Heartslabyul living room, 'resting' on a two-seater crimson Victorian-style sofa after hours spent causing youthful mischief with the other two infamous troublemakers, Ace and Deuce. Because you were so worn out, you didn't retreat back to your assigned quarters, as your feet were too stubborn to carry you any further.

So now you're just lying there like a bad actor in a melodrama, pretending to be asleep… You felt the careful, deliberate footsteps approaching you until you could feel the weight of Trey's presence in front of you, which caused your body to tense up in anticipation of his next move. Knowing Trey, he can be a bit unpredictable despite keeping himself an open book to those who know him well. "It's a shame that you're asleep..." he whispered, now crouching down to your level and twirling a stray lock of your hair around his finger.

"Who's going to eat the donuts I prepared specifically for you, hmm?" he added, a sly smile playing on his lips as he watched you squirm at the sweet temptation that he was dangling in front of you. He brought the lock of hair to his lips, inhaling its scent before gently placing it back behind your ear. "Maybe I'll give it to Ace and Deuce, considering both of them are still in high spirits," he teased, gently rubbing your tensed arm in an up and down motion.

His chest rumbled with a low chuckle upon noticing your puckered forehead in disagreement, a possible indication that you don't want him to give the sweet treats to anyone else but you. "You're adorable," he said, his eyes through his glasses fondly gazing at you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"I'll save them for you, don't worry," he reassured, his hand now resting on your shoulder in a comforting gesture. "After all, you're the only one who has the privilege to enjoy my baked goods without asking."

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Prompt: Let's Groove Tonight, share the spice of life <3 Characters: All NRC Masterlist: (1) (2) A/N: Ripped from my drafts and finally finished. Made because I exchanged playlists with a friend like...four months ago, and thought to make a playlist for TWST. If you would like to submit a writing commission of your own, feel free to check me out HERE! If you'd like to learn about my medical journey, view my rates, or learn why I'm accepting commissions. Click: HERE!

“If the sky that we look upon // Should tumble and fall // or the mountains should crumble into the sea // I won’t cry, I won’t cry, no, I won’t shed a tear // Just as long as you stand by me” - Stand By Me, Ben ‘E’ King

To Riddle, loving you is terrifying in the way freedom often is. All his life, every path was drawn out for him in neat red lines — every success predetermined, every failure unacceptable. But you stand beside him without trying to steer him. You do not demand perfection from him, nor obedience, nor the polished version of himself he was taught to present. You simply believe he can choose for himself. And somehow, that faith becomes stronger than all the fear instilled in him since childhood.

“If it means you’ll still stand beside me… then I think I can bear anything.”

“I get wet at the thought of you // Being a responsible guy // Treating me like you’re supposed to do // Tears run down my thighs” - Tears, Sabrina Carpenter

Everyone assumes Trey is safe. Dependable. The calm one with gentle hands and patient smiles, the boy who cleans up everyone else’s messes before they even notice they’ve made one. And he lets them believe it, because it’s easier that way. But you know better. You notice the amusement hidden behind his half-lidded gaze, the way he enjoys watching people squirm just a little under his attention. Trey likes being reliable because it gives him control — it means people trust him enough to let their guard down. Especially you.

Trey knows how much power there is in being the one person you never doublt.

“What? You’re looking at me like that again… careful, sweetheart. You make it awfully tempting to bend the rules.”

“All the pills that you take // Violet, blue, green, red - to keep me at arms length don’t work //You try to push me out, but I just find my way back in // Violet, blue, green, red - to keep me out. I win.” - Cinnamon Girl, Lana Del Rey

Cater has spent so long making himself easy to consume. Smiles, selfies, jokes, perfectly curated pieces of himself handed out to everyone around him — enough to keep people entertained, but never enough to let them truly touch him. And then you come along and ruin the balance entirely. You notice the cracks beneath the filters, the moments where his grin strains at the edges, the loneliness he buries under endless distractions. He keeps trying to redirect you back to the surface, laughing things off whenever you get too close, pretending vulnerability is just another joke. But every time you slip past his defenses anyway, there’s a part of him that feels relieved.

Cater pushes because he’s terrified of being known too well and abandoned for it after, yet he can’t stop leaving the door unlocked for you. Maybe that’s why he self-sabotages so often — because if you leave after seeing the real him, at least he can say he expected it. But if you stay? Then maybe, for once, someone chose him and not the version he performs for everyone else.

“You know you’d have an easier time if you just gave up on me already… so why do you keep coming back?”

“How can we go back to be being friends, when we just shared a bed.” - back to friends,sombr

Ace tells himself it just sort of happened. That somewhere between all the bickering, the late-night walks back to Ramshackle, the dumb arguments and easy laughter, things got complicated. But lying awake beside you, close enough to feel the warmth of your body beneath the blankets, he realizes that isn’t true at all. It was never just friendship for him. Maybe he knew it from the first day he decided to get under your skin for no reason other than wanting your attention fixed on him. Maybe that’s why he kept coming back, even when he could’ve walked away a hundred times over. Ace doesn’t really understand when wanting to make you laugh turned into needing to be the person you looked for first, or when teasing you started feeling dangerously close to flirting.

All he knows is that sharing a bed with you — hearing your breathing in the dark, watching you shift sleepily closer without thinking — makes pretending impossible now. Because friends aren’t supposed to want like this. They aren’t supposed to feel their chest ache at the thought of going back to “normal.” And the worst part is that Ace doesn’t think there is a normal to return to. He’s always wanted you. He just finally ran out of ways to joke around it.

“…You ever think maybe I was doomed the second I met you?”

“I’d give you the sun if you asked me. You could have all of the time. You could have the stars and the trees. When dividin’ up the universe. You could have mine.” - J’s Lullaby, Delaney Bailey

Loving you feels almost holy to Deuce. Before you, he spent so much of his life convinced he was inherently wrong somehow — too rough around the edges, too angry, too reckless to ever truly become the kind of person he wanted to be. Everyone told him changing was difficult, that redemption had to be earned piece by piece, but you looked at him like he was already worth believing in. And that changes everything. Because once Deuce lets someone into his heart, he loves with his entire body and soul. There is nothing careful about it. He would give and give until there was nothing left of him if it meant keeping you safe, happy, smiling beside him.

The frightening thing is how easy it feels. One soft glance from you and suddenly every impossible task becomes manageable, every burden worth carrying. He’d hand you the stars without hesitation if you asked, not because he thinks you’d demand it, but because loving you makes him want to offer the universe itself. Somewhere along the way, you became proof that he could be good — not because you fixed him, but because you saw goodness in him before he could see it himself. And now Deuce clings to that faith with everything he has, terrified and grateful all at once, like losing you would mean losing the person he’s trying so hard to become.

“I don’t care how hard it is… if it’s for you, I’ll do it. I swear I will.”

“Pulling your face close, wanting the inmost. // Show me I’m not afraid of you now, I’m not afraid of you now. // Villain and violent. Infant and innocent. // Baby, both arms cradle you now. Both arms cradle you now.” - forwards beckon rebound, adrianne lenker

Leona cannot remember the last time someone touched him gently without wanting something in return. Most people approach him with caution or ambition — fearful of his temper, respectful of his status, eager to gain from his favor. But you touch him like none of those things matter. Your fingers brush over the scar beneath his eye without hesitation, comb lazily through his hair while he rests beside you, trace the sharp lines of his face like you’re memorizing something precious instead of dangerous. And it undoes him more thoroughly than he’ll ever admit aloud. Because beneath all his teeth and claws, beneath the bitterness and exhaustion and violence simmering under his skin, there is a part of him still aching from years of being treated like something second-best. Something too much. Too difficult to hold carefully.

Yet you cradle every fractured piece of him with impossible tenderness, and suddenly Leona finds himself wanting — selfishly, desperately — to keep it. To keep you. He isn’t afraid of you hurting him physically; he knows he could protect himself from almost anyone. What terrifies him is how easily you’ve slipped past every defense he had, how devastating it would be if you decided one day to take your warmth back. So he holds you close in quiet moments, heavy arms wrapped around you possessively, silently promising something you haven’t fully realized yet: no matter how vicious the world becomes, you are safe with him. Always.

“C’mere… quit lookin’ at me like that unless you plan on stayin’. I don’t think I could let you go now even if I tried.”

Bonus because I was torn :p ::

“A little respect for women can get you very very far // Remembering how to use your phone gets me // Oh so, Oh so, Oh so hot!” Tears, Sabrina Carpenter

No one ever disrespects you in his presence. Fiercely protective. One fucking word, one wrong look, and he isn’t fighting but he damn well will put people in their place with a mere glance.

“And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you.” — Somethin' Stupid, Frank and Nancy Sinatra

Ruggie has always survived by knowing exactly where the line is. Don’t get attached. Don’t depend on people more than necessary. Don’t want things you can’t afford to lose. It’s practical, really — the kind of mindset you develop when life has spent years proving that stability is fragile and love doesn’t put food on the table. So whatever this thing between you was supposed to be, it definitely wasn’t meant to become serious. Just easy company. A little flirting. Someone warm to sit beside after a long day. But somewhere along the way, you stopped feeling temporary. And that’s the problem. Because now every laugh you give him feels dangerous, every soft touch settling somewhere deep in his chest where he can’t pry it back out again.

Ruggie hates how badly he wants things from you he has no right asking for — your time, your affection, a future he can barely provide for himself let alone someone else. He knows what he has to offer isn’t glamorous. It’s scraps and side jobs and exhaustion and a life built on barely scraping by. Yet none of that stops him from loving you with a fierceness that catches him off guard every time it slips loose. And maybe that’s why he jokes so much, why he grins and laughs things off before they get too serious — because if he says it plainly, if he admits how deeply he’s fallen, then suddenly there’s something precious enough to lose.

“Shaha… forget I said all that, okay? …Unless you were gonna say it back.”

“A stranger light comes on slowly. // A stranger’s heart without a home. // You put your hands into your head. // And then its smiles cover your heart” - Fade into you, Mazzy Star

For Jack, love is not casual. It never could be. Beastfolk understand instinctively what it means to belong to someone — not in ownership, but in trust, in loyalty, in the quiet certainty that no matter how harsh the world becomes, your pack will return to you at the end of the day. Jack always understood that in theory. He understood duty, protection, commitment. But you make him understand it emotionally for the first time. Slowly, almost without realizing it, you become home to him.

The feeling sneaks up on him in small moments: the way his body relaxes the instant he hears your voice, the instinctive urge to stand between you and anything threatening, the overwhelming calm he feels when you run your fingers through his hair and trace over the scarred, guarded parts of him without fear. There’s something unbearably tender in the way you handle him, like you see the strength in him without being intimidated by it. And in return, Jack holds your heart with almost frightening care. Because wolves do not love halfway. Once someone is considered theirs, they are protected with teeth and soul alike.

“…You don’t have to hold back around me. I’ve got you. I always will.”

“When I saw you I knew you were mine. If you leave, I’ll kill you. But, oh dear, I fear, you’ll kill me first.” - May You Never Forget Me, Temachii

Azul knew loving you would ruin him almost immediately. It was there the moment he first looked at you — that sharp, sinking certainty that you would become dangerous to him in ways no contract or deal could ever protect against. Attraction has never frightened Azul before. Desire is manageable. Predictable. Something he can leverage, contain, twist neatly into his favor. But you slip beneath his defenses too quickly, bypassing every carefully constructed wall he spent years building around himself. And the worst part is that he sees it happening in real time.

He notices how possessive he becomes over your attention, how his smile tightens whenever someone else stands too close to you, how every interaction starts feeling like starvation followed by indulgence. It’s humiliating. Terrifying. Because Azul knows exactly what it means to hand another person the power to destroy you. He spent his childhood learning what cruelty looks like when people discover your weak points. Yet despite all his intelligence, all his caution, he cannot stop himself from reaching for you anyway.

You make him greedy. Not for wealth or influence, but for softer things he has no idea how to ask for properly. Your time. Your affection. Your reassurance. He wants every piece of you tucked safely into his grasp where nobody else can touch it. And beneath that obsession lies something even uglier: fear. Fear that one day you’ll realize how desperate he truly is beneath the polished confidence and silver tongue. Fear that you’ll pull away after he’s already become too dependent on your warmth to survive losing it cleanly. But even knowing that, Azul cannot bring himself to loosen his grip. Because if loving you is fatal, then perhaps he’s already accepted the sentence.

"Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? If you asked for my heart, I’d hand it over willingly...and resent you for how easily you could crush it afterward.”

"Every gesture // Every move that she makes // Makes me feel like never before // Why do I have // This growing need to be beside her" - Strangers Like Me, Phil Collins

Jade has always believed people become predictable eventually. Given enough time, every person reveals their habits, their weaknesses, the exact shape of their desires. It’s one of the reasons he enjoys observing others so much — the slow unraveling fascinates him. But you are different in a way he cannot quite dissect, and that alone is enough to capture his full attention. Every small gesture you make seems to uncover something new inside him, something unfamiliar and strangely exhilarating.

Jade notices all of it. And instead of the usual satisfaction that comes with understanding someone completely, he finds himself wanting more. More conversations. More walks beside you. More mundane little moments strung together until they become something precious. It bewilders him, this growing need to remain close to you even when nothing particularly exciting is happening. Especially then, perhaps. Because for the first time, Jade discovers that intimacy is not merely intrigue or amusement; it is the startling realization that even silence can feel endlessly engaging when shared with the right person.

“How curious… no matter how much time I spend with you, I still find myself wanting more.”

“Two Lovers // Forbidden From One Another// A War Divides Their People // Built A Path To Be Together // Yeah, uh, I forgot the next couple of lines but, uh, then it goes // SECRET TUNNELLLL // SECRET TUNNELLLLL/ THROUGH THE MOUNTAINSSSS // SECRET SECRET SECRET - Jeremy Zuckerman, ATLA

C’mon. Ding, ding, ding - is this thing turned on? *knocking on your brain*. You’re from some weird other world and he’s a eel just swimming in the trenches until you came and he gobbled you right up. He might have a secret tunnel dug under your dorm. You don’t know what he did those three days you were gone. And honestly? Floyd doesn’t really care whether the attachment makes sense or not. He likes you. A lot. Enough that being separated from you too long makes something restless and sharp coil inside him.

He’s spent his whole life bored of people once he figured them out, but you? You’re like a mystery box he keeps digging through, finding new things every time he thinks he’s reached the end. He doesn’t really care that you “shouldn’t” fit together — if anything, that makes it more fun. You became his favorite person in the entire world, and Floyd has never been good at letting go of things he likes.

“Shrimpyyyy, if you disappear on me again, I’m seriously gonna lose it. Maybe I should just keep ya with me forever instead, huh?”

“Kiss me out of the bearded barley. Nightly beside the green, green grass. // Swing, swing, swing the spinning step. // You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.” - Kiss Me, Sixpence None The Richer

Kalim has spent his entire life surrounded by expectations heavy enough to crush a person. He was born into responsibility before he was ever allowed to simply be a child, raised constantly aware that his life would never fully belong to him. Every meal tasted for poison, every decision watched carefully, every future plan laid out long before he had a say in it. Yet somehow, when he’s with you, all of that fades into the background noise of the world. Loving you feels wonderfully simple in a way nothing else in his life ever has. You don’t look at him and see status or obligation or the heir of the Al-Asim family — you just see Kalim. Loud, affectionate, overly excitable Kalim, who wants to dance with you under lantern light and laugh until his stomach hurts and experience every beautiful thing the world has to offer with your hand in his.

There’s a kind of freedom in that which feels almost miraculous to him. For perhaps the first time, the future doesn’t feel like a plan someone else drafted; it feels like something he might actually get to choose for himself. And if he gets to choose, then he wants you.

“C’mon, dance with me! I wanna make so many happy memories with you that we’ll never be able to count them all.”

“Where did you learn what it means to reciprocate? // And how much can I be expected to tolerate? // So I started to think 'bout the plans I made. The debt unpaid. // And you can't just call a spade a spade. // I watch the moon. Let it run my mood. Can’t stop thinking of you.” - Tek It, Cafune

Jamil has always understood restraint. Not as virtue, but as survival. Every emotion, every desire, every private impulse has had to be measured, trimmed, redirected into something acceptable, something useful. He is used to giving without being given anything equal in return — used to the quiet mathematics of obligation where reciprocation is never guaranteed. So when you enter his life and begin to give without asking for permission, without keeping score, something in him becomes unsettled in a way he cannot easily correct.

It follows him into silence, into duty, into the rare moments he finally has alone beneath the night sky. And there, staring at the moon from his window, he finds himself thinking of you in loops he cannot break out of — not because he wants to lose control, but because part of him has already started to. You become both comfort and complication: the only place his thoughts soften, and the only place they spiral. He tells himself to step back, to maintain distance, to preserve the order he has spent his entire life building… and yet he cannot stop returning to you in his mind.

Love, for Jamil, is not gentle. It is cyclical. It is consuming. It is the unbearable awareness that even freedom from you still feels like belonging to you in some quieter, more dangerous way.

"You’re becoming a problem I don’t know how to solve. Get out of my head....please."

“I started running from the love that you gave me. // ‘Cause I was scared half to death. That all I was chasing. // Was perfect perfection. Thank god it was a lesson.“ - Her, JVKE

Vil has spent his entire life running toward perfection so relentlessly that he forgot what it feels like to simply be seen. Not evaluated. Not ranked. Not compared. Seen. So when you enter his life and look at him without the usual awe that edges into distance or fear, something in him shifts in a way he cannot immediately pinpoint.

At first, he tries to treat you like everything else in his world: something to refine, to understand, to perfect. But you resist that logic entirely. You do not fit into his carefully curated expectations, and worse… you make him question whether those expectations were ever meant to define him at all. Vil runs, not because he does not feel, but because he feels too much when he is with you.

Affection becomes vulnerability. Admiration becomes exposure. Yet even as he distances himself, even as he tells himself that love must be controlled or it becomes ruinous, he finds himself learning something unbearable in its simplicity...perfection was never the point. You are not flawless, and you do not need to be. And somehow, that makes you the most honest thing in his life. He begins to understand that what he was chasing was not perfection itself, but the illusion of being worthy of love through it

“If you can love me like this… then maybe...Mm. Nevermind. These thoughts are best saved for when time stands still long enough to reflect properly."

“We’ll laugh until we think we’ll die // Barefoot on a summer night // Nothing could be sweeter than with you” — Home, Matthew Hall

Epel spent most of his life feeling squeezed into shapes that never fit quite right. Too pretty to be taken seriously, too restrained to act the way he wanted, too trapped beneath everyone else’s expectations to figure out who he actually was underneath all of it.

Before you, Epel thought freedom was having people look at him like he had the power to carry any burden, proving he was tougher than everyone expected him to be. But with you, freedom becomes something he feels rather than what he carries. It’s running barefoot through the orchards back home with your laughter ringing through the summer air, dirt clinging to your ankles while the sunset paints gold across the apple trees. It’s being able to breathe without worrying how he’s being perceived for once. Around you, he doesn’t have to force himself into somebody else’s idea of strength or beauty; he can just be. And maybe that’s why loving you settles so deeply into his bones.

Epel always understood loyalty. He understood hard work, sacrifice, doing right by the people he cared about — but devotion is something entirely different and mature. Devotion is the way he catches himself planning futures with you without even realizing it, but doesn't bactrack. It’s wanting to drag you proudly through his hometown by the hand just so everyone can see the person who makes him happiest. The person who makes him feel whole in a way he didn’t realize he’d been missing.

Epel knows meeting you might’ve been the best thing that ever happened to him, even beyond all the opportunities Night Raven College gave him. You are proof that there was something waiting for him beyond Harveston's boarders he grew up stuck inside, something sweeter than the juciest honeycrisp. And now that he has you, Epel would do just about anything to keep the right to stand at your side.

“Quit smilin’ at me like that, dangit…c'mon, let's go grab supper at the diner before I get an apeitite for somethin' else."

“Starlight. I will be chasing a starlight./ / Until the end of my life. // My life. You electrify my life./ / Let’s conspire to ignite. All the souls that would die just to feel alive. // I’ll never let you go.” - Starlight, muse

To Rook, loving you is not gentle thing . It is all-consuming devotion sharpened into something reverent. He has spent his life admiring beauty from afar, studying it, chasing it, praising it in all its fleeting forms. But you are different from every masterpiece he has ever gazed upon before. You are not simply something to observe; you are something that changed him in return. Your existence ignites him down to the marrow, sets every nerve alight until even speaking your name feels like striking flint against stone. And Rook adores the ache of it. The yearning. The hunger. To him, love should burn. It should inspire madness and poetry and reckless acts of passion all at once.

He watches you grow beneath his attention with fascinated delight, nurturing your confidence, drawing reactions from you nobody else can, molding and encouraging parts of you the world might’ve left untouched otherwise. There is selfishness in it too — a possessive streak hidden beneath all his elegant praise. Because while others may admire you, may bask in your brilliance from afar, Rook alone knows the intimate details of your soul. He alone earns the privilege of touching the fire without being burned away by it. And he guards that privilege fiercely. You are his muse, his greatest hunt, the star he would chase until the end of his life without regret.

“Mon trésor… do you realize what you have done to me? One glance from you and suddenly the entire world pales in comparison.”

“Emotions, what are you doin’? // Oh, don’t you know. Don’t you know you’ll be my ruin? // Emotions, you get me upset // Why make me remember, what I want to forget // I’ve been lonely, lonely too long // Emotions leave me alone” - Emotions, Brenda Lee

Idia wishes desperately that he’d never fallen for you at all. It would’ve been easier if you’d stayed another distant person on a screen somewhere — someone he could admire quietly without ever having to confront the horrible, aching reality of wanting. Because loving you drags every ugly, vulnerable part of him to the surface no matter how hard he tries to bury it again.

But you kept getting closer anyway, slipping past every locked door and defensive joke until suddenly you’re everywhere in his life, woven into his routines and thoughts so deeply he can’t imagine tearing you back out again without losing something vital in the process. And gods, he hates it. Hates the possessiveness curling ugly and desperate inside his chest whenever someone else takes your attention for too long. Hates how badly he wants to keep you hidden away where nothing can touch you but him. Hates that his body reacts to your affection, so painfully human despite all the years he spent trying to detach himself from that kind of vulnerability.

Most of all, he hates what loving him would cost you. Because Idia knows exactly what he is — a cursed bloodline, cursed future, a life shadowed by grief and inevitability.

Choosing him wouldn’t just mean dating some awkward shut-in; it would mean stepping willingly into the orbit of someone fundamentally doomed. And despite how selfishly he craves you, there’s still a part of him horrified by the idea of dragging you down with him. You deserve sunlight and freedom and a life untouched by the rot clinging to the Shroud name. Yet every time he tries to pull away for your sake, you smile at him or say his name softly and all his resolve crumbles instantly. He's so pathetic it isn't a joke anymore. But that’s the cruelest part of all... if you ever looked him in the eyes and chose him anyway, Idia knows he wouldn’t be strong enough to refuse you. So he stays trapped between guilt and desire, clutching his feelings like a wound he can’t stop reopening.

“Y-you seriously need better taste, okay…? ‘Cause if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna start believing you actually want this. Want me...and you don't. Trust me, you don't."

“Weren’t we the stars in heaven? Weren’t we the salt in the sea? // Dragon in the new warm mountain. Didn’t you believe in me? // … I wanna kiss, kiss your eyes again. // Wanna witness your eyes looking.” - anything, adrianne lenker

To most people, Malleus is a title before he is a person. A prince, a prodigy, a creature powerful enough to inspire fear long before affection can ever take root. But you met him beneath moonlight without knowing any of that, and instead of recoiling, you smiled at him. Spoke to him. Laughed with him as though he were ordinary. Dared to demand a name from him. That memory settles inside Malleus like something sacred. Perhaps, at first, your ignorance of his identity fascinated him because it allowed him a fleeting taste of normalcy, but what truly captured his heart was the fact that you never changed after learning the truth. Your kindness did not lessen. Your eyes did not harden with fear. If anything, you only looked at him more warmly afterward, and Malleus — still young by Fae standards despite the weight of decades pressing against his shoulders — finds himself hopelessly undone by it.

With you, he feels less like an untouchable heir and more like a young man painfully, desperately in love for the first time. In a life marked constantly by distance and inevitability, you become a beacon calling him back from the loneliness waiting at the edges of his existence. He cherishes every glance you give him because your eyes always hold him gently, reflecting not the monster others expect to see, but someone worthy of companionship, devotion… and now, love. And if fate demanded he endure every lonely year of his life again just to arrive at the moment your hand reached for his, Malleus knows without hesitation that he would.

“My dearest child of man…I would cross every empty age again, just to stand before you once more. So please, continue to observe this world by my side.”

“But there never seems to be enough time // to do the things you want to do once you find them // I’ve looked around enough to know // That you’re the one want to go through time with” — Time in a Bottle, Jim Croce

Lilia has lived long enough to understand how fleeting happiness truly is. Centuries pass in blinks; people come and go like seasons, precious things slipping through his fingers no matter how tightly he tries to hold them. Yet somehow, loving you makes time feel unbearably short all over again. Suddenly every moment matters in ways it hasn’t for years.

He wants everything with you — every first experience you’ve yet to have, every quiet memory waiting to be made, every tiny insignificant moment other people might overlook. He wants to hear your laughter echo through unfamiliar places, wants to dance with you beneath festival lights, wants lazy afternoons and sleepless nights and a thousand years’ worth of stories tucked carefully away where he can revisit them in the afterlife.

And selfishly, he wants to reclaim parts of himself through you too. To redo old memories with your hand in his instead of ghosts. To experience wonder not as a warrior or a general or an ancient fae burdened by history, but simply as someone deeply, hopelessly in love. Lilia does not intend to waste a single second now that he’s found you. The world has taken enough from him already; he refuses to let time steal this too.

“Fufufu… stay with me a little longer this night, won’t you? There are still so many decades worth of memories I wish to make with you.”

“ Look up at the light // This could be a dream or it could be real // Dive into my mind // And don’t come up for air, you won’t need it here” - This could be a dream , Aurora

Silver has always drifted through life as if he were moving through a dream he could never quite remember upon waking. The world feels distant to him at times — blurred at the edges, softened by sleep, untethered from the urgency that seems to guide everyone else. But you make things clear. When you speak, when you smile, when your hand brushes his and anchors him back to the present, he feels something settle that nervous tick to be better.

He cannot breathe right when you are not near, though he would never say it so plainly; it is simply that your absence leaves the air too still, too empty, as though his body has forgotten how to keep going without the sound of you guiding him through it. If he could, he would let you look straight into his mind, past the silence and the sleepiness and the strange half-formed thoughts he rarely knows how to explain, because then you would understand how deeply he has come to rely on your presence. You are not a burden, not a distraction, not something fleeting to wake from — you are another gentle hand the world has placed in his path, and Silver is grateful for you in the quiet, unwavering way he is grateful for dawn.

“Stay with me a little longer… I feel most awake when I’m together with you.”

“Say I wouldn’t care if you walked away // But every time you’re there I’m begging you to stay // And when you come close, I just tremble // And every time, every time you go // It’s like a knife that cuts through my soul” - Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Paloma Faith

For a solider, love is a curse reserved for your worst enemy. It may bolster your resolve but heavens if it does not carve an achilles heel across every square inch of your heart. Your life is not your own. It is that of your Lord. Yet you dare to promise a piece to your love so selfishly. A piece that is not yours to give. Even if so, it is all you have. You can never promise to offer your whole self as they do.

Love is the most blissful wound. Sebek is stuck on an infinite loop, stabbed over and over and over. It hurts to deny you, it hurts to see you, it hurts to feel for you, it hurts to dismiss thoughts of you — it hurts. Love is the most blissful wound. Love is a curse Sebek has found himself struck by, like a mighty lightning bolt. Yet he is nothing if not a battery ready to be charged.

“Curse it all! I give in! Have me, if you insist on it so desperately! Mock me for my weakness if you must, but I am exhausted from pretending I can bear your absence with dignity. Every time you leave, I find myself searching for you again regardless of my intentions… so stay. Stay beside me, and I shall devote myself to you fully.”

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Hi Heartsiee!!!

I don't know if your requests are closed but, if they aren't, can you write for Ruggie, Leona, Trey, Rook and Vil if the reader (male pls) took the initiative and invite them out before they even realize they have feelings for us? (Like, they are in denial or didn't thought their feelings were romantic)

あ ─── ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Date?

featuring — Trey : Leona : Ruggie : Vil : Rook x (male) reader.

── Thanks for the request! I really had fun writing this, and I hope you enjoyed reading it too! <𝟑

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>⩊< 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

Trey mistook his feelings for responsibility at first.

He was used to taking care of people. It came naturally to him, reminding others to eat properly, helping with assignments, quietly cleaning up messes nobody else noticed. So when he started doing those things for you specifically, more often than for anyone else, he genuinely didn’t think too deeply about it.

Until you asked him out.

It happened in the kitchen while he was frosting cupcakes for an upcoming unbirthday party, the warm scent of vanilla and sugar filled the room. Trey had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, carefully focused on piping frosting when you leaned against the doorway and casually said,

“You know, you would make a really good boyfriend.”

Trey chuckled lightly without looking up. “That so?”

“Mhm. Wanna prove me right and go on a date with me this Saturday?”

The piping bag stopped mid-motion.

Trey looked up slowly, blinking behind his glasses as your words finally processed. You stood there completely relaxed, waiting patiently for an answer as if that wasn’t the kind of sentence capable of rearranging his entire understanding of your relationship.

“A date…” he repeated carefully.

“You can say no.”

The immediate disappointment he felt at the thought made his stomach twist unexpectedly.

That was the moment things started unraveling.

Because suddenly, he noticed everything he had ignored before, how he always saved your favorite desserts for you first, how his eyes automatically searched for you in crowded rooms, how ridiculously fond he had become of hearing you laugh at his terrible jokes. Somewhere along the way, caring about you had stopped feeling merely friendly.

Trey sighed softly and removed his glasses to rub his face. “You know” he admitted with a small, helpless smile, “I think I’m having a realization right now.”

You grinned. “Good realization?”

“…Potentially dangerous realization.”

Still, when Saturday came, Trey arrived exactly on time, carrying a small paper bag of homemade pastries “just in case you got hungry.” And despite how composed he acted throughout the date, his ears turned faintly red every single time you smiled directly at him or boldly flirted with him.

>⩊< 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑

Leona was absolutely convinced he did not have romantic feelings for you.

Annoyingly attached? Maybe. Mildly possessive? Probably. But love? Please.

He considered you tolerable in a way most people weren’t. You sat beside him during naps without talking too much. You didn’t nag him to act princely and didn’t expect him to constantly perform. Your presence became something familiar and Leona never bothered examining why he searched for you first whenever he entered a room.

Then one afternoon, while he lounged beneath the large tree in the botanical garden, half-asleep with his arm over his eyes, you suddenly sat beside him and asked, “Do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow?”

Silence.

A breeze shifted through the leaves overhead.

Leona slowly lowered his arm just enough to stare at you with one eye. “A what?”

“A date” you repeated. The sheer confidence in your voice caught him off guard more than the invitation itself.

Leona sat up slightly, eyes narrowing as he studied you carefully, almost suspiciously. You weren’t flustered. Weren’t joking. You looked completely serious, and somehow that made his pulse skip in irritation. Or panic. Or something equally inconvenient.

“You’re awfully bold.” he muttered.

“You don’t sound opposed.”

That made him click his tongue, because the worst part was that you were right. He should’ve dismissed you immediately. Should’ve rolled over and gone back to sleep.

Instead, he found himself imagining you beside him in the city, talking to him with that steady patience of yours while he pretended not to enjoy it, which wasn’t like him at all.

And the more he thought about it, the more he realized something deeply unfortunate,

Nobody else would’ve gotten this far with him.

By the next day, Leona arrived late on purpose, hands in his pockets, acting like he didn’t care despite the fact that he had actually changed clothes twice beforehand. He still refused to call it a date out loud.

But when another man got too friendly with you during lunch and Leona immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders with a dangerous glare, he started realizing his feelings weren’t nearly as casual as he claimed.

>⩊< 𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈

Ruggie genuinely thought you were just… easy to be around.

That was the excuse he used every single time he found himself drifting toward you after class or stealing food off your tray because “your portions are bigger anyway.” He never questioned why he remembered your schedule better than his own or why he could immediately tell your mood from the way your shoulders slumped.

To Ruggie, affection had always been practical. If he liked someone, he stuck around them. Simple.

So when you suddenly appeared beside him at the cafeteria during lunch and casually asked, “Wanna go out with me this weekend?” he almost laughed because he assumed you meant as friends.

Except your expression stayed steady.

Not nervous. Not teasing. Just honest.

Ruggie blinked at you for a long moment before scratching the back of his neck. “Wait... like… a date date?” he asked carefully, like the word itself might bite him. Since it was lunchtime, the cafeteria was loud and chaotic, students chatting and laughing nearby, completely unaware of the crisis happening inside his head.

You tilted your head. “Well, yeah. Unless you hate the idea.”

“Hate?” he repeated immediately, sounding almost offended before he caught himself. His ears twitched hard. “No, no, I don’t hate it.” And that was the problem. Because the second he imagined it, you were beside him in town, sharing food, walking together with nowhere else to be, his chest did something strange.

The realization didn’t hit all at once.

It crept in slowly during the days leading up to the date. He found himself fixing his hair twice. He started wondering what kind of places you liked. He even borrowed cologne from Leona, who just stared at him before going back to dozing off.

By the time he met you outside the gates that weekend and saw you smiling at him like you had been looking forward to this all week, Ruggie finally understood why his heartbeat wouldn’t calm down around you anymore.

And honestly?

That realization scared him a little.

But not enough to stop him from reaching for your hand halfway through the day and pretending he did it naturally.

>⩊< 𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓

Vil believed he simply had high standards for the people around him.

That was how he justified constantly correcting your posture, fixing your appearance, reminding you about skincare, and criticizing your sleeping schedule with the intensity of a disappointed spouse.

He told himself he only invested time in you because you had “potential.” Nothing more.

At least, that was what he thought until you invited him out.

The two of you were sitting together in Pomefiore’s lounge after classes. Vil was reading a magazine while lecturing you about proper hydration when you interrupted him halfway through his speech.

“You know” you said thoughtfully, “this already kind of feels like dating.”

Vil sighed dramatically, closing the magazine halfway. “Please. If we were dating, I would have replaced at least half your wardrobe by now.”

You smiled lazily from the couch. “Then take me on a date and do it properly.”

Vil froze.

Slowly, he looked up to stare at you, blinking once behind impossibly composed eyes. The room fell quiet except for the soft ticking of the nearby clock.

Normally, Vil was composed. Still Elegant. But your straightforwardness completely disrupted his rhythm because you sounded so certain, as though the answer was obvious. As though the two of you naturally belonged together in that way.

And the horrifying thing was…

Vil didn’t dislike the idea.

In fact, once the thought entered his mind, he couldn’t remove it anymore. Suddenly, all the attention he gave you felt suspiciously personal. The irritation he experienced whenever someone flirted with you made far more sense now. So did the strange satisfaction he felt whenever you sought him out first.

Vil set the magazine down carefully before crossing one leg over the other. “You are either incredibly brave,” he said smoothly, “or far too confident for your own good.”

“Both?”

“Hm. Perhaps.” His gaze lingered on you carefully. “But are you truly prepared for the amount of attention that comes with being seen beside me? Dating me is hardly simple. I am a public figure, after all.”

You only smiled. “I can handle it. I will make sure I don’t tarnish your image, and won’t embarrass you.”

For a moment, Vil simply stared at you.

That answer affected him far more than it should have.

Yet despite his composed exterior, Vil spent nearly three hours preparing for your date later that week. He claimed it was because he refused to be seen looking anything less than perfect, but the truth revealed itself when he stared at you for just a little too long after you complimented him.

That soft expression in his eyes lasted only a second before he recovered.

Still, it was enough for him to realize,

Vil had fallen first.

He just happened to be the last person to notice it.

>⩊< 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓

Rook, surprisingly enough, did not immediately recognize his feelings as romantic.

To him, you were fascinating. Beautiful in movement. Beautiful in expression. Beautiful in the tiny, unconscious habits you had. He adored observing you because you made the world feel more alive. Yet Rook viewed admiration as something universal, after all he admired many things, art, scenery, talent, determination, and especially Vil and Neige.

So surely this was the same.

Surely.

Then you invited him on a date.

The two of you had been walking through the gardens near Pomefiore after classes ended, the setting sun draping gold across the flowers while Rook enthusiastically described the elegance of the migrating birds overhead. You listened with amused patience before suddenly interrupting him.

“Rook.”

“Oui?”

“Would you like to accompany me on a date this Friday?”

Rook stopped walking instantly.

For perhaps the first time in his life, he looked genuinely speechless.

“A… date?” he echoed softly.

You nodded.

The way his heart reacted was immediate and violent.

Rook laughed suddenly, not mockingly, but almost breathlessly, placing one hand dramatically over his chest as though struck by an arrow. “Mon dieu…” he murmured. “How extraordinary.”

Because the truth hit him all at once.

That unbearable excitement whenever you approached him. The way your attention felt precious. The instinctive desire to praise every part of you, to remain near you, to make you smile specifically for him. None of it resembled his usual admiration anymore. It was sharper. Warmer. Greedier.

It was Romantic.

Rook stepped closer, his eyes practically glowing beneath the sunset light as he gently took your hand and pressed a dramatic kiss against your knuckles.

“My beloved hunter” he said softly, his voice sincere beneath the theatrics, “I fear you may have discovered my heart before I did.”

And from that moment onward, Rook became impossibly worse.

More affectionate. More attentive. More obvious.

Vil complained about it within two days.

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LMAO I'M BACK, COLLEGE IS FXCNG ME SO BAD BSGJSUSGSSJS

Author's note: I’m actually deciding to go on hiatus for a while. Honestly, my last post was already a month ago, so I’ve practically been on hiatus already lol.

Because of my studies and ojt, I can’t really multitask everything properly right now. Most of my free time has honestly been spent sleeping, and sometimes I can’t even finish my drafts anymore.

So yeah, I’m going on hiatus for now. It’s currently finals week for me, so things have been really busy lately. We don’t even get a vacation break, which honestly sucks.

But lately, I’ve been missing writing a lot, which is why I was able to finish this draft. And honestly, I already know this “hiatus” might just jinx me, and I’ll probably come back sooner or later lol.

Thank you for understanding! See you soon or maybe later. 💗

[idleoblivion]

Favorite Target - Floyd Leech x GN Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Synopsis: Floyd seems to have a problem that you’re the only solution to

A/N: christ it's hard writing dialogue for Floyd

Warnings: squeezing

You had a problem. A large, lumbering problem that was ready to practically tackle you at any moment; Floyd Leech, and his incessant need to squeeze you.

It’s not like you're the only person he does this to, but the way he does it to you is what was so odd. He doesn’t squeeze you with the brute strength of his other victims. You’ve seen him nearly crush other students, literally trying to squeeze the life out of them. But that’s not how he treats you. He’s still not exactly gentle, you’re not quite sure he would even be capable of that. But he clearly wasn’t trying to hurt you, strangely, he seemed to only want to keep you close to him. Which didn’t make you feel less uneasy about it, like he could switch on you at any time. You had no clue why he was so inclined to grab you, you didn’t have any problems with him or any of Octavinelle as far as you knew. You were completely lost until you were finally feeling brave enough to ask.

You were walking out in the courtyard when you spotted him. With his back turned to you, you thought you might actually be able to sneak by him, until he turned around with the biggest grin and yelled “SHRIMPY!” and started bounding towards you.

You just stayed still and let him run to you, despite the nerves he always brought out of you. You knew you weren’t fast enough to outrun him anyways. When he reached you, he pulled you into him with nearly enough force to make you stumble, but once again only squeezed you with enough pressure to hold you in place. He seemed to be in a good enough mood, so you worked up your courage to finally ask him.

“Floyd, why do you squeeze me so much?”

He tilted his head and looked at you strangely, “Whaat? You don’t know why I always pick you, Shrimpy? You shook your head, and he gave you a lazy smile before he said “It’s ‘cause you're the warmest, duh.”

You looked at him confused, “What do you mean the warmest?”

He let out a short laugh and told you “I’m cold-blooded, you know. Morays need to get warmth from the outside. And you…” he trailed and lifted you off the ground a bit, “Are the best heater in the entire school!” You couldn’t even squirm in his grip, but still he wasn’t holding you too uncomfortably.

“Oh, I didn’t know you needed warmth like that.”

“Lots of merfolk do, silly. So Shrimpy’s fine with keeping me warm right?” He stared down at you, “You’re not gonna let me be cold, are you?

“O-of course not. I can help you, totally.” You tried smiling at him, but it couldn’t have looked natural. 

He obviously notices by the way he leans down and speaks low, “Are you nervous, Shrimpy?” You shook your head rapidly to deny it, but the smirk on his face told you he didn’t buy it at all.

“Good, I’ll come pick you up whenever I need it then. Thanks Shrimpy!” Before you had a chance to protest he was leaving, running away towards the school building, maybe looking for some other poor soul to bother. You sighed to yourself, this really isn’t what you had wanted to come from asking him about it. But if at least it was just about warmth and nothing you did wrong, you supposed you might be able to deal with it.

You were very quickly proven wrong.

If he was clingy before, he was attached to you at the hip now. After enough embarrassing instances in front of your friends, you had gotten him to agree to only squeeze you when others weren’t around. But if he wasn’t squeezing you, he was leaning on you, draping himself over your shoulder, maybe even holding your hands because he said his were freezing. You truly couldn’t escape him anymore, he was stuck to you like velcro. And every now and again he would bring you a snack or some trinket he found like he was repaying you. You brushed it off as some habit Azul instilled in him, he probably didn’t want to owe you anything.

You did eventually start getting used to it. As long as he was still wasn’t hurting you at all, you didn’t really feel like you could complain. Plus having him at your side for so much of your day was basically like having a bodyguard. Nobody was dumb enough to bother you when Floyd Leech was standing right behind you, luckily. You really didn’t hate it, but you weren’t going to let him know. If he did he might literally never let you go.

It had at least been limited to school hours for a while, until one afternoon back at Ramshackle when you heard a loud banging on your door. You opened it and of course it was Floyd, who didn’t say a word before dragging you over to your couch and practically snuggling into you.

“U-um, Floyd, you’re a little too close this time.”

“You think? But Shrimpy, I’m so cold right now…” You couldn’t really deny him, so you just tried to get comfortable and ignore how your heartbeat seemed to start speeding up.

He must have felt it because a wide, sharp-toothed smile spread across his face. “You know Shrimpy, you’re extra warm today.” He pressed into you more, if that was possible, and nearly whispered “What’s that about?” You couldn’t answer yet, too flustered by him being so close.

When he nuzzled into your neck a little, you finally asked him, “This…was never about body heat, was it?”

He laughed before he said to you “No, but you really are my favorite to squeeze.”

You sat in silence together for a moment.

“Well…I guess you don’t have to stop, then.” You spoke quietly. “This…this feels pretty nice.”

“Hehe, so you do like me~” He pressed his cheek against yours, then leaned back into the couch more. He held you the most gently he ever had. Like he knew you weren’t going anywhere this time.

Maybe being squeezed wasn’t so bad, and maybe the infamous Floyd Leech could be gentle after all.

[zyntwst]

hello! i was wondering if i could request an azul x gn!reader oneshot where they watch a horror movie together since reader is a huge horror fan, and azul is just trying his best not to get scared at every single jumpscare in the movie (and failing miserably 💀)

Uncalculated Variables...

pairings « azul ashengrotto x gn! reader »

✎ Date night with the headwarden of Octavinelle would be a fancy one! or so we thought

The Mostro Lounge was finally closed for the night, leaving the underwater lounge remarkably quiet, the bustling jazz, the clinking of cocktail glasses, and the frantic murmurs of students desperate to trade their souls for passing grades had finally ceased. Inside Azul’s personal quarters, the atmosphere was completely different. The lights were fully extinguished, and the only illumination came from the large magical screen projecting the opening credits of a notorious horror film.

The title "Blood Rivals" was etched on the forest background with a bloody font. The irony.

You sat cross-legged on the plush, velvet sofa, with an oversized bowl of freshly popped corn with cheese and garlic powder settled comfortably between your knees. Beside you sat Azul, who was the picture of rigid decorum, even in his silk lounge wear. [as you like to call it a 'night gown'.] His posture was perfectly straight, his hands folded neatly over his knees, and his glasses pushed precisely up the bridge of his nose. He looked less like a student about to enjoy a movie night and more like a CEO.

On the screen, a group of teenagers walked down a pitch-black hallway, accompanied by the distorted whine of a violin.

"You know," Azul began, "The psychological formatting of these human films is quite predictable. It relies entirely on cheap audio cues to stimulate a primal fear response. It is frankly unscientific."

"Azul, the killer is in the closet," you whispered, not breaking eye contact with the screen.

"A statistically unsound hiding place," Azul replied smoothly, adjusting his glasses. "If one wished to properly ambush a target, positioning oneself behind the structural support beam near the exit would ensure a higher success rate and—"

"Because it’s fun, Azul," you laughed softly, tossing a kernel of popcorn into your mouth. The savory scent of butter melting into your tongue. "The adrenaline rush is the whole point. It’s a safe way to feel scared, It's a horror movie, duh!"

"Besides, you promised you’d watch one with me."

"And an Ashengrotto always honors his word," Azul said, though his eyes darted nervously to the screen as the violin music swelled into a dissonant screech. He cleared his throat and adjusted his cuffs.

The movie wasted no time establishing its grim genre. The plot followed a group of foolish students exploring the damp corridors of a long-abandoned asylum, a setting that, ironically, bore a striking resemblance to some of the older parts of Night Raven College. The camera began a slow pan down a dark, narrow hallway. The background music faded entirely, leaving only the wet, echoey sound of dripping water and the protagonist’s ragged breathing.

Beside you, Azul had stopped moving completely. He wasn't even blinking. His eyes were wide behind his lenses, tracking every moving shadow on the screen.

The protagonist stopped in front of a shattered mirror. The camera zoomed in close on their trembling face.

CRASH!

A rotting, pale figure slammed violently against the glass from the other side, its mouth agape in a deafening, unnatural shriek.

Azul flinched so violently his entire body leapt a clear two inches off the sofa cushions. A high-pitched, completely uncharacteristic gasp escaped his throat—a sound dangerously close to a squeaking chew toy. A sharp gasp escaped his throat as his hands flew up in defense. His glasses slipped crookedly down, and his breathing hitched as he stared at the screen, wide-eyed.

In a flash, he dropped his arms, furiously smoothing down the front of his silk shirt and coughing into his fist. In the blue glow of the screen, you could see a brilliant flush of red creeping rapidly up his neck and staining his cheeks.

You burst out laughing, setting the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table. "I thought you said these kind of movies were predictable!" You almost cry, wrapping your arms around your stomach to ease your laughing.

"A-ah. A remarkably cheap parlor trick," Azul stammered, "An abrupt, artificial increase in decibels is a lazy, conceptually bankrupt method of startling an audience. It did not actually catch me off guard, you see. I was merely… adjusting my posture to better analyze the cinematography."

"Right. Cinematography," you murmured, biting the inside of your cheek so hard it hurt to keep from laughing out loud. "My mistake."

"Precisely," Azul said, nodding, though he still hadn't fully relaxed his shoulders.

A few minutes later, the film’s tension built again. A second character from a different location was cautiously approaching a heavy, creaking closet door in a deserted bedroom. The soundtrack swelled with ominous, low strings, practically screaming at the audience that danger was imminent. The character reached out a trembling hand, gripped the brass knob, and yanked it open.

The closet was completely empty. Just a few dusty coat hangers. A false alarm.

Azul let out a heavy sigh of relief. His stiff shoulders finally dropped, and he even managed a small, smug smile. "You see? Entirely predictable. The narrative relies heavily on—"

On screen, the character turned away from the closet, and the monster was standing directly behind them, its jaw unhinging as it lunged straight into the camera lens.

"Oh my Bakunawa!" Azul shrieked. Azul didn't just flinch this time; he let out a muffled yelp and instinctively dove sideways, burying his face directly into your shoulder. His hands gripped the fabric of your shirt with a strength born of pure panic, his eyes shut tight as he hid from the television.

You smiled, wrapping an arm around his tense body and pulling him closer against you. He felt incredibly warm.

"It's okay," you murmured softly, rubbing his arm. "The scary part is over. They’re just talking now."

Azul remained frozen for a long moment, his face still pressed into the crook of your neck. Slowly, cautiously, he peeked out with one eye, glancing askance at the screen. Seeing that the scene had indeed transitioned to a brightly lit hospital room, he slowly untangled himself from you.

His face was now a color that rivaled a ripe tomato. He looked utterly defeated, scared of a ninety-minute slasher film.

"I… apologize," he muttered, his voice dropping to a genuine whisper. He looked down at his lap. "I wanted to enjoy your hobbies with you. You always speak so passionately about these films, and I thought… well, I thought I could handle it. It seems I have made an embarrassing decision."

Your heart softened as he admitted. You reached over, gently taking one of his hands and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

"Azul, you don't have to force yourself to watch things that scare you just to please me," you said gently. "The fact that you sat through an hour of this just to spend time with me is really sweet. But we can turn it off right now."

Azul looked up at you through his silver glasses, his faded blue eyes searching yours. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, replacing his anxiety with comfort.

"Would you mind terribly if we switched to something else?" he asked softly. "Perhaps... a documentary on deep-sea economics? Or a theatrical romance?"

"A romance sounds perfect," you agreed, picking up the remote and shutting off the horror movie.

As you pulled up a new movie, he moved closer, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you securely against his side.