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[twst-ophelia]

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[fisheem4mmal]

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[nicoliharu]

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[lavandulawrites]

Wait hear me out.. sliver baby trapping his darling because that's what Lilia told him to... Yan diasomnia encouraging each others delusions...

YESSSSSS YOURE A GENIUS ANON!!! Silver is so Lana Del Ray 🎀 Can we talk about how beautiful he is??? BOTH Silver and reader are 18+, normalised yandere AU (university AU) TW: non-con, female reader

Silver’s hair gently framed his face like glittering moonlight. His eyes were lidded and his mouth slightly ajar as praises and moans mixed together like a soft melody. His muscular body had a thin layer of sweat sticking to it as he gripped your leg a he lifted it up to reach deeper into you.

Your eyes were squeezed shut and a thin stream of crystal clear tears ran down your cheeks. Your sobs had dimmed down, and you had grown tired. When Silver had told you what he was going to do to you, you had kick and screamed every possible curse at him. It had wounded him at first, but he understood your reaction.

When Lilia first had mentioned that Silver should baby trap you, he had brushed it off. It seemed unnecessary cruel. Though he gave it some thought. It plagued his mind and it kept him up at night. The sleep that came too natural from him became a rarity. The young man decided after a week that he would do what Lilia had suggested. The fae had become over the moon with enjoyment and he told him that this was the right thing to do. A baby can’t be unborn after all so serving your ties would become impossible.

Silver gently kissed your neck as his hand wandered down to your cunt. He no longer needed to hold you down now that you had become exhausted. Both from fighting back and from the countless orgasms theme had dragged out of you with his gentle touches. His lithe fingers found your clit and you whined weakly at the sensation.

Your cunt was so warm and tight. Previous orgasms had made it extremely slick and there was a squealing sound every time his dick buried inside your cunt. Silver whispered you sweet nothings as he could feel himself getting closer once again. He’s leaned over your form and gave kissed your lips hungrily, almost as if he wanted to swallow you whole.

“I love you” he moaned as he dragged his cock fully out before he rammed his hips against yours. His pace had turned uncoordinated and his breathing was sallow. You would be so beautiful pregnant. Images of you with a round belly and heavy tits flooded his mind and before he knew it he was coming with a deep groan.

“I love you so much…” he kissed you as he continued to rock his hips against yours. The pleasure was clouding his mind and the only thing he could smell, see and feel was you. You would make a wonderful mother. He was sure of it.

[artsyco3xist]

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[pomupom]

(BABY) WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?

twisted wonderland ౨ৎ deuce spade n’ silver. 2.4k words.

warnings : yandere content, kidnapping + imprisonment, mentioned violence, mentioned stalking.

౨ৎ deuce spade.

WHEN IT HAPPENS,

there’s a pit in deuce’s stomach– one that seemingly has no end, pulling him further and further into his anxiety; it’s painful, and he thinks he can physically feel every twist and turn of it. you’re gone, you’re not in the kitchen, not waiting by the door, not even curled up in bed with teary eyes– and he can feel tears pullulate in his own. deuce tries to think as rational as he can, trying to quell both his anxiety and anger with futile attempts that you’d never betray him like this — his sweet and kind darling wouldn’t have tried to ever leave him, you’ve got to be around this house somewhere. maybe you’re trying to scare him, and he can forgive the way his heart is beating against his ribcage so hard it’s about to fucking burst out if you pop from around a corner and yell a ‘boo’. deuce would’ve forgiven that, but he can’t forgive this – he can’t forgive the scared, guilty look he sees color your eyes, knowing that you’ve gotten caught doing something inexpiable. you were still in the house, but the sight he’s met with when he finally reaches the right room brings out the same anger of the past he shoved away, and swore he outgrew– deuce had forbidden this room for many reasons, claiming it as simply an office for whatever paperwork he hadn’t finished at the station, and that’s why it had to be locked. but you’re here in it, the lock having been picked with something you two had finally worked up the trust for him to allow (trust that now, you have broken beyond repair for a long while) and you’re surrounded by things both disturbing and dangerous — little shrines from things he’d stolen of yours over the years, polariods of you that are so many in number that they overflow the drawers, and all the sharp, minacious objects he kept from you in fear of you hurting yourself or using for this same scenario that haunted the late-night thoughts that kept deuce tossing and turning. it’s awful for him, but it’s even worse for you– you shouldn’t have been so dumb, you should’ve just accepted your life with him. he’s been patient, he hasn’t forced or pushed you, deuce is giving and caring even when you spit venom and claw at him, desperate to see even a bit of physical damage left; in his mind, there’s no reason for you to ever think about leaving him. but he supposes not all is sunshine and rainbows, even if that’s how life feels with you by his side and waiting at home. he’s quick to grab you, strong, gloved hands clenching around your arms so hard you fear they may both snap, and it’ll definitely bruise, but he doesn’t care about your pained wincing, he doesn’t even feel a single kick or the way you thrash in his grasp, all deuce can feel is the anger and hurt– you will regret this, you’ll regret even considering escaping an idea.

PUNISHMENTS,

it hurts him to do so, but you must learn– he almost crumbles, almost opens back up the door and takes you in his arms, to hush your cries and tell you that he still loves you. thankfully, deuce knows better, despite the loud pawing at the door and insistent jingling of the nob, he shuts his eyes and walks away from the cold, empty room, and he repeats to himself as he paces on the floor above that this is for the best, this will help you learn and keep you out of trouble. after a few hours, he finally makes his way back downstairs, hurried steps as he almost runs to make sure you’re okay– and he’s almost as worried than when he’d come home earlier that day. you should be safe, cold and upset, but there’s nothing for him to worry about, there shouldn’t be. yet, there’s a nagging fear that makes him thinks he shouldn’t have done this to you– deuce shouldn’t have locked you up in the basement, it’s not even finished nor furnished except for some boxes from back when you two moved in. deuce tells himself if he opens this door and you’re hurt– or worse, dead– he’ll never be able to forgive what he’d done. the silence that’s behind it doesn’t do anything except grow these paranoid worries, not even a quiet sniffle or the sound of bare feet hitting the concrete floor, and he swings it open without thinking twice, almost tripping walking down the plank steps — you’re curled up, leaning against the stacks of moving boxes, arms holding your knees to your chest in search for a warmth that doesn’t exist down here. it pains him to see you like this, to know that he did this, but when you look at him excited, a twinge of happiness sparkling for but a second, he thinks maybe it was okay. it’s okay that deuce did this, it showed you that you do need him– all that he provides you with, the comfort and warmth he’s given you all this time, you shouldn’t take it for granted. he believes you when you shakily stand and run to him, burying your face in his chest and promising you won’t try to ever get away again.

THE AFTERMATH,

while your punishment seems to have given you a bit more obedience, deuce isn’t so sweet nor lenient, and there’s always a heavy feeling left lingering in the air when he’s near now, even more than before — he isn’t mean, but your privacy becomes nonexistent, and it’s impossible to get him to crack even the slightest bit no matter how much you bat your eyes and cling to his arm, pretending that you really do love him; because it’s apparent to him now that you don’t, nor have you ever, and maybe you never will. he’s not as open, and your conversations aren’t as genuine nor flow smoothly, a hurt look persists on his face and makes you feel guilty when his voice stays broken by sorrow. deuce really does love you, and he wishes you’d realized it before you’d made such a vacuous decision that turned your once pleasent life (though mainly one-sided) into one filled of paranoia and distrust. he still does love you, more than anything in the entire world, and deuce’s heart remains forever yours until the end of time– but he now knows better than to wear his heart on his sleeve and let his biggest weakness be easily exploited. maybe, things will change once you love him back, but until that’s no longer a dream of his, and a fact of reality, the only trust that’s between you two is allowing you to use the restroom on your own, and change yourself.

౨ৎ silver.

WHEN IT HAPPENS,

rarely are you left alone being with silver — nameless guards being around you at all hours except those he’s able to spend with you, but it seems something big has happened, which left you in your shared, secluded cottage all alone. mainly, it’s still the same, with the addition of reinforced locks on possible exits– not to mention the isolation, a lonely little place surrounded by tall mountains, and dense forestation. escape feels impossible, but when you hear the shattering of glass, you feel hope surge through you rather than fear — it could be an opposing soldier, you know that, or it could be a large, scary animal, but death would be welcome if it meant for escape. what’s broken the window, though, is just a heavy branch that’s fallen from the storm outside, and it takes effort move, but you push it back from where it came– there’s little time in your flurried mind to think about the consequences, of the fact you’ll never actually be able to get away and not be dragged back, because your silent wish has just been spoken in front of you. there’s still glass lining the edges, broken and jagged, you bite your tongue to not wince as it cuts your hands and legs, and you’re hit with the fresh air of outside for the first time in years. it feels too good to be true, and you feel like you’re walking on a dream as your bare feet get sloshed with mud and blades of grass stick to them– you’re free, you’ve finally escaped from silver and your captivity. now all that’s left is to find your way out of this hidden valley, to walk as far as your feet can bear, and hope to find a sane soul that’ll help you. but as nice as that plan sounds, one you’ve been thinking on and retouching in your head since you’ve been trapped within those wooden walls, the view of the outside world is much different from all the windows you’d yearn through. it’s too wet to hope to climb, and it’s cold enough that you’d freeze in your already drenched clothing hopelessly wandering through these woods– and hopeless you feel as you look around, mind racing from panic, and tears mix in with the rainwater that’s already blurring your vision. your wounds sting, and your anxiety is fuelling paranoia that you think you’ve just heard something move from beyond that grove over there– an animal sniffing the blood and getting ready to kill you, you’re certain of; but something worse comes from out. it’s silver, in all his armor-clad glory, helmet held between the crevice of his waist and arm, and both your worried eyes meet the moment you spot him — he runs over instantly, letting both sword and helmet clank together on the ground. you’re freezing, and injured, scared of both him and everything around you– this is why he’d told you to never leave. your safety can’t be guaranteed out here, silver is protecting you with everything he does. and when he holds you, tight against his uncomfortable chestplate, you don’t want to run for once. maybe he’s right; you couldn’t survive out here, especially on a night like this, and you’re thankful when he carries you inside and runs a warm bath, all your wounds cleaned and put into dry, cozy clothing. but you’re not blind to the hurt look on his face, the sorrowful, aurora eyes that watch your every move. he’ll have that window fixed before you wake, and you’ll find all the glass thicker than before, and chains around your ankles to keep you bound in bed. silver can afford to be gone from malleus’ side for a few days, the dragon king knows just how important you are to the boy he helped raise.

PUNISHMENTS,

with silver, there’s always been, and always will be, little punishment for you– he doesn’t want to see you in distress because of him, and the thought of ever causing physical harm to you splits his heart in two and goes against all of his promises to keep you safe. but he can suck up how much he hates the sad look on your face being even more trapped when inside of your shared bedroom, ankles clad in enchanted steel shackles, because this is for the greater good. he tries to convince himself that you weren’t looking to run away– you must’ve been scared when something crashed through the window, only leaving to try and seek him out. it’s illogical, but it helps him remain trapped in the delusion that, after all these years, you must be happy with him by now — though his actions don’t share the same line of thinking when he keeps you chained down, terrified that you’ll find that same bravery again and end up wounded once more, but far worse than the cuts along your palms and littering your legs; you could come across the enemies of the royal guards, there’s wolves and bears that inhabit the wilderness, you could accidentally eat something poisonous. too many risks are out there, and silver’s subconscious knows that you don’t care what happens as long as you get to taste freedom– something he will never be able to give you. this is the only way, he thinks, the only way to make sure you’re kept forever safe, and out of harm’s way, is to have you bed bound and forced to rely on him. because he is your lover, and he is your knight in shining armor– even if you see only darkness radiating off of him.

THE AFTERMATH,

as stated in the previous, you’ll be kept in shackles, which eventually will be lifted whenever he’s home with you and can trust you once more. silver truly hopes that you come to love your life here, and (though far-fetched) dreams that you will love him, so when you begin to behave more, he’ll unlock the metal around your ankles and let you walk around the house until it’s time to sleep. you’ve seen the worst the outside world can be, and though he still catches you staring at it from the window, he thinks that he no longer sees that same longing present on your features, just simply adoring the way the birds fly and bathe themselves in the lake, and the way the deer prance around. as time goes on, the same privileges you had before will be reinstated, and you won’t have to rely on him for every little thing — but for the time being, silver is the one who bathes you and washes your hair, feeds you and makes sure that you chew carefully, and lets you use the restroom at scheduled times. he cannot be with you at all hours, being a knight sadly doesn’t allow that, so silver knows that sooner rather than later, he will have to free you from your shackles so that you can do all that you need when he isn’t there to provide. the security outside and around is definitely upped as well, though there’s definitely not a chance for you to ever reach there again, there will be a few more guards– higher up than the ones before– that are stationed around the cottage. silver simply wants to protect you, as he does for all that are dear to him, but he also trusts you more than anyone else, which gives more leeway for you to let you out of the shackles for just a little longer today, or to let you cut up the vegetables for dinner — but if you end up hurt in any way, with a pained face he’ll force you back into them, and comfort you in a way that strikes as condescending, but silver truly thinks without him here, you’d be dead already.

[fqntqsy]

They Broke the Mirror - Third Years

₊˚⊹🪞.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐ ₊˚⊹🪞.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐

Trey Clover

Trey is pragmatic, the ‘big brother’ type, yet under that calm lies a quiet fear of loss.

At first, he’d tell himself it was an accident. That he’ll find a way to fix it. He would stay outwardly composed, reassuring you that “It’s fine, don’t panic, I’ll find a way.”

But eventually Trey’s steady composure would crack in isolation. He’s someone who values stability, and knowing he single-handedly severed his beloved from their home would gnaw at him like guilt-ridden rot.

He’d cling tighter, baking treats, keeping you busy, anything to make this unnatural permanence feel normal. But beneath every smile is the knowledge: you didn’t choose to stay. He forced it.

Cater Diamond

Cater thrives on connection but fears being forgotten, abandoned, or left behind. Breaking the mirror would be half-impulse, half-desperation.

For a fleeting second, he’d smile: “Guess that’s one less thing to worry about, right?” trying to disguise possessiveness as lightheartedness.

But once the adrenaline fades, Cater’s insecurities bloom. He’d obsess over whether his beloved resents him for it. Would you secretly hate him? Would you leave him anyway, in other ways?

His desperation for validation would deepen. He’d flood you with attention, social facades slipping into cracks of paranoia. He broke the mirror because he couldn’t stand being left behind, but now he has to live with the silence of knowing you might never forgive him.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is prideful, cynical, and simmering with unspoken yearning. Breaking the mirror would be intentional.

He’d justify it as “Why bother going back? Everything you need is right here.” To him, if something precious is within reach, he’ll keep it, no matter how selfish.

But the mirror’s shards would taunt him: proof that he had no faith in your choice to stay willingly. Deep down, he knows he trapped you.

Over time, Leona’s paranoia would grow corrosive. Every look, every sigh from you would become a test. Did you mean it when you smiled? Or are you dreaming of escape? His love becomes a cage, built of both possessiveness and fear of losing the one person who might have loved him freely.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil’s obsession with control, beauty, and perfection would manifest in a chilling way.

Breaking the mirror would be deliberate, disguised as care: “That world didn’t deserve you. You belong somewhere you’ll be truly seen.”

But in Vil’s mind, the destruction of the mirror is not a sin, but a necessity, like trimming away flaws. He’d recast your imprisonment as salvation.

His love would turn suffocating, framed as cultivation. He’d refine you, dress you, mold you. If you were stolen from him once, never again.

Yet every now and then, when your eyes linger too long on the horizon, Vil would feel a quiet terror: the shards of the mirror cutting into his conscience, whispering that perfection built on force is only ruin.

Rook Hunt

Rook would shatter the mirror with romantic fervor.

He’d frame it as a declaration: “Now, mon cœr, you are forever entwined with this world. With me.”

His devotion would be terrifyingly sincere. He’d adore you, paint your captivity as destiny, and make even the horror sound beautiful.

But beneath his poetic mask, he knows he committed a crime of selfishness. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’d watch you with vigilance. His love, half worship, half predator’s hunger, would never let you forget that the choice was stolen.

To Rook, its tragedy made divine: your bond sealed not by love alone, but by irreversible destruction.

Idia Shroud

Idia’s insecurity runs deep, but so does his desperation for control in a world where he feels powerless. Breaking the mirror would be labeled as an accident — even when deep down it was in fact a conscious choice, born of fear and obsession.

At first, he’d whisper rationalizations to himself, voice low but laced with intensity: “If she goes back, she’ll forget me. She’ll leave me. She’ll move on, just like everyone else. That’s not fair. Not when I finally got someone to choose me.”

When he smashes the mirror, it’s deliberate. His hands might shake, but his eyes would be bright, feverish — the kind of manic fire when his ego surges for seconds before dying down. In that moment, he’s not the stuttering recluse. He’s the one with the upper hand, the one rewriting the rules.

To his beloved, he’d frame it like an inevitability: “You were never gonna go back, right? Heh. I just… made sure of it. No big deal. Game over, bad ending for them — happy ending for us.” He’d speak with a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, masking terror with bravado.

Over time, though, the cracks would show. He’d oscillate, one moment smug, reveling in the fact that now you’d be his forever, and the next moment plagued by paranoia that you resent him. His mind would cast the situation as a save he can’t reload, a route he can’t undo. That would both thrill and terrify him.

His possessiveness would sharpen into something unyielding. He’d monitor you, rationalize surveillance as “just in case,” and dismiss your protests with a bite of sarcasm: “Oh, so now I’m the villain? Weren’t you crying the other day, telling me how the other world made you lonely? I’m not saying you should be thanking me–D-don’t look at me like that… J-just tell me you’ll stay.”

Idia breaking the mirror is the strike of someone who knows he can’t risk losing the only thing anchoring him. It’s calculated, selfish, and terrifyingly lucid. The act of someone who embraces his own hypocrisy because it’s the only way to keep what he wants.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus, centenarian, lonely and aching for companionship, would see breaking the mirror as a fateful act.

His reasoning would be solemn: “This world has denied me too much. I will not let it take you as well.”

Unlike others, he wouldn’t see it as theft, but justice. The mirror is merely another cruel gatekeeper between him and happiness.

Yet his beloved’s quiet sadness would wound him deeply. He loves fiercely, with possessive longing, but also with a child’s fragility. If you mourn your lost home, he would rage against the unfairness of fate, destroying himself with guilt even as he insists: “Stay. Please. I cannot be alone again.”

For Malleus, breaking the mirror would be the most selfish and most vulnerable act of his life, binding you to him in both love and tragedy.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia, mischievous yet wise, would break the mirror with a smile, even while the weight beneath would be devastating.

He’d joke lightly: “Oops. Looks like you’re stuck with me~” but the laughter hides a hollow ring.

Unlike most of them, Lilia knows exactly what he’s done and what it means. He’s lived centuries, he understands that ripping someone from their world is monstrous.

His charm would cover guilt, but it would eat at him in quiet moments. He’d become overly doting, almost suffocating in his attempts to keep his beloved happy, as if he could erase your loss with tenderness.

Yet he’d know, deep down, that time cannot erase the truth: he chained someone’s fate to his own. And time is all he has.

Chenya

Chenya, whimsical and chaotic, would shatter the mirror playfully. The consequences would only weigh in strange ways.

To him, it might feel like a game at first: “Well, no going back now! Ain’t that curious?” He thrives on madness, but beneath it lies awareness.

As the reality sinks in, his smile would twist, still playful, but more desperate. Chaos distracts from loneliness, yes. Now, he’s tied someone to that chaos forever, you won’t be lonely anymore.

He’d flit in and out, unpredictable, never letting you feel secure. Part of him would fear you’ll hate him, so he keeps everything off balance, as though confusion itself could keep you close.

For Chenya, the broken mirror isn’t tragedy or romance, it’s the whim of a mad boy. And his beloved is now bound to dance in it with him.

Rollo Flamme

Rollo, hypocritical and obsessive, would shatter the mirror with fire in his eyes.

To him, it would be holy: “That world was corrupt more so than this one. Here, you can at least be pure. I have saved you from its poison.”

You regret ever telling him about your world.

He’d recast the act as salvation, trapping you in his suffocating ideals. Every protest would be met with sermons: “In time, you will thank me. You will see the truth.”

But even as he cloaks it in righteousness, the truth is much more simple: he couldn’t bear to lose you. He destroyed your freedom to soothe his own obsession.

His love would be a pyre devouring, sanctimonious, and utterly inescapable. He would never see himself as cruel, but as savior. Which, in many ways, is the most terrifying form of imprisonment.

₊˚⊹🪞.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐ ₊˚⊹🪞.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐

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[fqntqsy]

They Broke the Mirror - Second Years

₊˚⊹🪞.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐ ₊˚⊹🪞.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is obsessed with rules, control and order. Breaking the mirror would be an act of desperation disguised as righteousness.

He’d justify it with cold logic: “This mirror is a danger. It tempts you with instability, with escape. It had to be done.”

His need for control would spiral into iron-clad restrictions. He’d impose rules on you the way he did with Heartslabyul, equating obedience with love.

Every glance of longing you cast toward the broken shards would feel like a betrayal. His temper, quick and merciless, would erupt: “Is my care not enough for you? Is this world not better than that one which abandoned you?”

His love becomes a court, where he is both judge and executioner and you, his beloved, forever the accused.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie has lived his whole life scraping by, never having enough. The mirror represents the one thing he can’t steal: freedom.

When he breaks it, it’s raw, bitter instinct: “You’d just leave, wouldn’t you? Go back to some cushy life and forget I even exist.”

He’d hide his guilt beneath jokes and his sly grin, but inside, the act festers. His beloved becomes his prize, the one treasure he’s ever managed to keep for himself.

But with that treasure comes fear. He’d be suffocatingly attentive, cooking for you, doing your chores, showering you with small acts of care, all while haunted by the thought that he only kept you through force.

Ruggie’s action lies in his desperation, perhaps not born of malice, but of a feeling of unfairness gnawing him from inside out similar to hunger. He broke the mirror because he’s terrified of losing the only person who makes him feel full.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul craves power and control to mask his crippling insecurity. Destroying the mirror would be calculated, a contract without consent.

He’d speak smoothly, as though it was inevitable: “Why return to a world that gave you so little, when here you can have everything with me?”

The truth is uglier. Azul doesn’t trust that anyone would ever choose him freely. By breaking the mirror, he forces permanence.

He’d lavish you with luxuries, meals, and comforts, convincing himself that gilded chains are still kindness. But every act of generosity is poisoned by fear, for he is always waiting for rejection that can never come, because he removed the possibility.

If confronted, his mask would crack. The shy, self-loathing octopus would emerge: “Of course you don’t love me… You’re just pretending because you’re trapped. But at least… you’re mine.”

Jade Leech

Jade is not impulsive. When he breaks the mirror, it’s a sober choice. He’s calm. Too calm when he removes the only path back.

The act would feel inevitable. He’d smile faintly, but there’d be a tension behind his words, an unshakable resolve:

“This world is cruel enough. Why return to a place that would only take you from me? I won’t allow it.”

His love is not manic; it’s steady, suffocating, like deep ocean pressure. You would realize too late that Jade has been deciding this outcome for a long time.

Unlike Floyd, Jade wouldn’t gloat. He’d treat the destruction of the mirror as if it were merely tidying up by removing something dangerous from the room.

But the menace lies in his subtlety. He’d notice every flicker of longing in your eyes when you thought about home and with that same polite voice, he’d remind you:

“Ah… you’re thinking of the mirror again, aren’t you? Best to put such things behind us. You belong here now. With me.”

Jade never raises his voice. He doesn’t need to. His love is quiet, calculated, and absolute — and once the mirror is gone, the pressure of that devotion is inescapable.

Bonus:

The mirror stood in the corner of the room, quiet, still, reflecting possibilities.

You had been looking at it too often. Your eyes lingered a beat too long, your hand brushing the frame as if remembering.

Jade noticed.

He stepped forward with that same composed grace he always carried, his gloved hand tracing along the frame in the same manner that you had. His reflection looked back, smiling politely.

“Such a fragile thing,” he murmured, his tone conversational, as though commenting on the weather. “So easy to… disrupt.”

Before you could realise and protest, the sound of splintering glass filled the room. His hand had pressed forward, precise, and the mirror cracked into a web of glittering fractures. The shards tumbled like falling stars to the floor.

Your gasp was sharp, horrified, but Jade didn’t flinch. He brushed a piece of glass from his coat sleeve, tilting his head.

“Better this way,” he said softly, turning to you with calm certainty. “Now you’re spared the torment of indecision.” His eyes, half lidded and unreadable, gleamed with quiet satisfaction. “No more temptations.”

When you looked back at the broken mirror, Jade stepped closer, bending just enough that his voice reached your ear with dramatic effect.

“You are mine now. Entirely. And the deep sea does not return what it has claimed.”

Floyd Leech

Floyd usually acts when he’s energised, entertained or playful. In contrast, his bad moods usually lead him to sloth, lazing around while whining. Well… not this time. This time, his foul mood led to him shattering your only exit.

He didn’t plan it. It just happened in the middle of one of his black storms, when silence was heavy, his shoulders tense, his eyes flat and dark instead of mischievous.

You might have tried to reason with him, calm him down, but that’s when he lashed out.. not at you; at the mirror.

“Sick of it. Sick of you always lookin’ at it, like you don’t even wanna be here. If it’s such a problem… then I’ll just get rid of it!”

The glass shattered under his hands with snarling frustration. His bad mood made the act less a declaration of love, more an explosion of resentment.

And then he’d turn on you, voice low, teeth bared in something too sharp to be a smile:

“There. Now you can’t leave. Happy? …Better be. ‘Cause I’ll get real mad if you keep lookin’ at me like I just did something wrong.”

Floyd isn is lead by simmering need. He destroyed the mirror because he couldn’t stand being reminded of your longing. And now you have to tread lightly, carefully, because who knows when the next storm will roll in?

Bonus:

The room was heavy, tense, Floyd’s broad shoulders hunched forward, eyes narrowed, jaw tight.

You spoke gently, trying to soothe. “Floyd… what’s wrong?”

Wrong.

The word grated. Wrong was the way you always stared at that mirror when you thought he wasn’t looking. Wrong was the way you sighed, soft and aching, like you didn’t belong here.

His gaze snapped to the mirror, sharp and cold.

“You like it too much,” he muttered, his voice low and flat. “Keep starin’ at it like you’re hopin’ it’ll suck you right back outta here.”

He crossed the room in two strides. His hand shot out, gripping the edge of the frame. You barely had time to shout before he slammed it against the wall. The glass shattered, exploding into jagged shards that rained onto the floor.

The silence after was deafening. Floyd stood over the wreckage, chest heaving, his face caught between anger and something more bitter.

“There,” he ignored his knuckles bleeding from the glass. “Now you can’t leave.”

He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto you. Heavy, stormy and accusing.

“You better not look at me like I’m the bad guy, I did this for you. For us.” He stepped closer, glass crunching under his shoes. “You’re not going anywhere. Ever. Get it?”

The mirror lay in pieces, and so did the last illusion of choice.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is kindhearted, but dangerously naive. His suffocating love is disguised as generosity.

He’d break the mirror with a sunny smile, convinced it’s for the best.

“Now you’ll never have to go back to that boring place! Isn’t that great? You can stay here, with me, forever!”

He’d shower you in riches, gifts, and constant affection, smothering you until there’s no air left. To him, your sadness or longing would be confusing, because: “Why aren’t you happy? Don’t I give you everything?”

His childlike desperation would grow sicker over time. When you resist, his cheer would crack, panic flooding in.

“You don’t want to leave me, right? …Right?”

Kalim doesn’t mean to be cruel, but the mirror’s shards are proof. He destroyed your freedom and his endless kindness just serves to become the gilded cage.

Jamil Viper

Jamil has lived in servitude, always second. The mirror represents freedom and he’ll never allow someone else to abandon him for it.

He’d destroy it with cold finality: “If anyone is going to control your fate, it’s me. Not them. Not that world. Me.”

His bitterness would sharpen into control. He’d manipulate routines, twist truths, gaslight

“That world was never yours to begin with. You belong here. With me.”

Unlike Kalim, Jamil wouldn’t smother with kindness. He’d keep you trapped with subtle chains: fear, dependency, guilt.

His resentment would seep through. Every act of love would carry the sting of envy. He loves you, but he hates that he had to break you to keep you.

Silver

Silver is gentle, devoted and noble, but that devotion can curdle into something grim.

Breaking the mirror would be quiet, almost solemn. He’d cradle the shards in his hands, whispering: “Now you’ll never have to leave me. I’ll protect you… forever.”

His devotion would twist into a knight’s vigil that never ends. He’d watch you tirelessly, sacrificing his own needs, convinced it’s duty.

But duty without consent is a prison. Silver’s gentleness becomes suffocation; a guard who never lets you out of sight, a love so heavy it feels like chains.

The tragedy is that he would never see it as wrong. To him, it’s loyalty. To his beloved, it’s a cell with no walls

And no doors either.

Neige LeBlanche

Neige is beloved, adored, a beacon of goodness. But what happens when that adoration is twisted into obsession?

He’d break the mirror with tears in his eyes: “If you go back, I’ll be alone again. Please… don’t leave me. I need you.”

To the world, Neige would still be sunshine smiling, singing, adored. But behind closed doors, his need would smother. He’d cling, apologize constantly, manipulate with sweetness, whether he realised that he did so or not.

“Don’t you love me too? Isn’t it better here, with me?”

You? Trapped by the weight of his goodness. Who could fight against someone so gentle, so pitiful? His tears would feel like shackles.

Neige’s violation is subtle, not quite cruelty, not in the conventional sense whatsoever. But dependency so intense, it makes it impossible to breathe. His kindness becomes the most unshakable prison of all.

₊˚⊹🪞.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐ ₊˚⊹🪞.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐

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[pianocat0-0]

Happy Birthday-Kidnapping!

Happy birthday to me…except I don’t wanna be an adult (it’s scary okay).

Regardless, have this-

Tw: drugging, mention of involuntary hypnosis, cult-like activity, brief religious themes, brief glorification, power imbalance(?), implied stalking, entrapment, very very mild violence, traditional roles…I might have forgotten something

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Heartslabyul:

Aww, it’s your birthday! Riddle will make sure you that the Heartslabyul dorm throws a party for you! Trey will have the best dessert ready, Cater and the goofy twins will have everything decorated. If Ace messes up he will get collared.

Riddle? He’s the center of it all. He’ll make sure everything is perfect, just for you. You’re going to obedient and let him make you be his perfect little King of Hearts- which is being obedient and eating the tarts and sipping tea.

Some hedgehog croquet too…

If you try to leave?

Deuce might drop a cauldron or two. Cater might send his minions throughout the school to grab you back.

Ace screams and will chase you like a banshee.

Trey?

Well…he’s already put sleeping drugs in the tarts so they can drag you back to their dorm.

Savanaclaw:

Dare I say the worst birthday party ever.

It’s legit Leona degrading you by calling you an herbivore while forcing you to eat meat (if you like meat, you’re perfectly fine). But it doesn’t stop there. He’ll slightly threaten you with his sharp teeth and nails too pointed- he adores the power he has. Finally, he has control.

Ruggie is the most normal out of the 3. He’ll make you a nice cake, and give it to you with his little smirk. It’s great- tastes wonderful. While you’re distracted, he’ll snag a few pieces of your hair, and maybe cut a slice out of your blazer. Nothing too much- just a little keepsake.

Jack is being a little bitch to Leona. If Leona tries to intimidate you, he’ll step in front and try to intimidate back. He’ll subtly try to cover you in his scent by rubbing his tail over your leg- acting like it was an accident. He’s protective of you against the other weird fucko beastmen. Hopefully you don’t see him that way (when he does feel this way).

Octavinelle:

This shit is not it bro.

Azul and Jade will happily provide you a whole feast with lots of decorations- Floyd? He will take a chomp. He’ll call it a “birthday bite”. He loves seeing you in his marks. It makes him feel all giddy. He’ll also smash your face into the cake like the little brat he is.

Azul will be horrified when Floyd covers your face in frosting and crumbs. He’ll immediately ask Jade to go get a damp cloth while he tries to wipe off any excess with a napkin. Once you’re at a more…normal appearance, he’ll give you some luxurious presents he ordered months before. Anything to get you look at him with a higher regard…

Jade? Since he’s part of the food preparations, he’ll sneak some presents into the food like Trey. Shroom extract. He loves seeing you all drugged in and hallucinating. You look so cute! He finds the glaze over your eyes so endearing. He insists that Azul lets them keep your in their dorm for a little while longer- which of course the octoman agrees.

Floyd will make a few more marks when you’re all woozy.

Scarabia:

Idk if this is the most normal or just the most…non-harmful.

Listen, Kalim always throws big banquets. We need to remember that in my interpretation he views you as his savior. So basically make everything 1000 times more richer, and lots of worshipping- and boom you got yourself a cult party.

Your birthday cake will be perfect- anything you want will be found in its most rarest form. If you wanted truffles on your cake he would happily get some. Poor Jamil, having to do the cooking.

Kalim will have the people of Scarabia recite worshipful verses in his homeland’s language- and they’ll bow along with him. It’s so sacred to him that you were born into this world- to keep him safe.

He loves you so much!

Jamil…he’s chill. He’ll do normal birthday stuff. Since you’re getting bombarded by Kalim, when you’re all tired from the party- when all the other members are passed out on the floor, he’ll carry you gently over to his room.

He’s polite. He just simply wants to be in your presence alone- without menaces in the way. If anybody wakes up? (Including you) he’ll just hypnotize whoever. Nothing can disturb this rare silence he gets.

Pomefiore:

I feel like I’ll get hate for this one- but I don’t see Vil wanting to make a cake.

It’s not like he doesn’t wanna celebrate your birthday, but he thinks you can have it without him (because he knows he’s judgy af). He’ll give you lots of presents- all pertaining to beauty and self improvement of course. Maybe watch a vintage movie or two.

Now, if you get upset and try to go to another party before he’s done, consider yourself getting knocked out by Rook.

Rook- istg- mf will legit recite some 4000 poems he’s made in his out of nowhere about how unique and wonderful you are. Like he just blabs for hours. If you try to run? It’s a hunt, and he loves hunts. You won’t get away from him. He has a sharp eye, more than anybody.

He’ll just drag you back, and he’ll start all over again.

Epel loves making you apple desserts for your birthday. I think a present he would give is maybe like an apron or a cook book. He needs you to be able to take care of him in the future when he’s running his family farm! If you get offended, he’ll genuinely be confused. It’s normal where he’s from, and he plans for you to get married eventually- so where’s the problem?

Don’t make him put you in the sleep coffin because you’re misbehaving.

Ignihyde:

Lowkey I think this is the most chill. Idia invites you to play games with him, both digital and tabletop. You’ll eat a lot of junk food and watch some funny streamers (I love Caseoh).

Ortho is happy to spent time with you guys, and maybe just clings to you- just cuz he likes the attention.

They will make you stay up- no doubt. If you try to leave beforehand Ortho will lock the systems down. You aren’t getting away without them having some more fun!

Diasomnia:

Okay- instant death from the start because you’re gonna end up eating Lilia’s cake at some point.

Ignoring that, it will be very odd mix of personalities.

Sebek is praising you for your birthday and gives a long was speech about how you’ll bring glory to the world and hopes the human kind is more like you. He also steals a hair or two- just for his shrine he has in his room. Sebek also has a monstrous amount of gifts piled up for you- surprisingly it’s extremely accurate.

Malleus is silently happy- clapping and singing along to the birthday. He’s so giddy that he gets to spend time with you. All the more reason to research a way to turn you into fae. He wants to do this again- and again- and again. His bride- how he wishes to celebrate every holiday with you.

Silver heals you from Lilia’s fiasco. He’s silent but deadly. He’ll stare at you for hours, observing every little detail. It’s the only time he doesn’t fall asleep. He loves taking care of you. He wraps you up in a blanket, and gives you one single, memorable gift. If you fall asleep? It’ll be a dream for him. If it wasn’t for Malleus and Sebek’s possessive selves he would gladly drag you to his room.

I can’t see Lilia being anything other than a dad in this moment. Lilia is so proud you’ve become a little more wiser, yet so naïve. He leads the singing of the birthday song, makes sure to take photos of your reactions when you open gifts. He even insists they play some family board games and movies- so that all his “kids” can have nice quality time.

If you think you can even plan to leave their dorm- you’re terribly mistaken.

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Sorry if this was ass- I’m like surprisingly busy with my own projects. I didn’t check grammar or shit nothing so yeah-

Also I haven’t written Headcanons for some of the characters so excuse me if they’re mid (ESPECIALLY Savanaclaw).

Yeah anyway- fuck being an adult 🤍

- Celina

[belovedren]

♪ 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓

You and grim were taken to briar valley by malleus draconia to be his consort, but in the eyes of grim

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam Yet, I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you'll do

Yandere Disamonia x reader ( grim perspective )

I was a weird case from grim, when suddenly some of the Disamonia students started to hang out with you and the main group–sebek have always been part of your small group of first years but usually he hang outs more with his dormmates, isn't it strange when he and his fellow dormmates started to orbit more around you guys.

Malleus Draconia has also started orbiting around, and what's with the students in Disamonia bowing their heads every time when you came into view, originally grim thought that the school is finally showing the respect he deserves but turns out, this sign is for you.

You also seem to be busy everytime him, ace and deuce would invite you to hang out, saying that lilia needs you for something. This soon became a pattern where every time when they wanted to hang out one of the Disamonia members would pull you away saying that they need you for something.

After you and him were taken from school after Crowley agreed to give you away and grim unwilling to let go, decided to sneak in one of the bags that the royal servants were packing to prepare for you moving into the royal castle.

He manages to stay quiet until the bags were put in you and malleus eventual shared room, he manages to sneak out and go look for you secretly– he over heard from the servants that right now you are meeting with malleus grandmother and the council.

Unfortunately he was soon spotted by a servant, and screamed saying that there was a raccoon that manage to get in the palace. Right now, he's being chased by multiple fae guards saying something in fae language and shooting magic at him.

He was cornered into a wall and before the guards could capture him–lilia stepped in and his person shadow loomed over grim small body, lilia manage to calm the guard down, after all this disacalate the situation lilia pick up grim like a child and started walking

Grim the entire time struggled wanting to see where you and lilia told him you were busy with malleus In a meeting his grandmother asked for approval of marriage from her. Grim was brought towards silver and sebek who was training and was asked to sit and behave. Of course he's unable to the point lilia has to restraint him magic.

Grim is finally able to see you after malleus manages to get his grandmother's approval to marry you, but by the facial expression grim can notice you weren't happy in fact in a dazed actually as if someone put a spell on you. Malleus agreed to let grim stay at the palace as long as he likes but if he cause chaos he's gonna put him away from you.

Grim received his own room in the palace and he was happy, you marrying into that super scary upper class man is a one way ticket for him to relax and eat endless amounts of tuna but he feels like you werent happy even tho you put on a fake smile.

The first week it was nice everything was given to him and he no longer has to see his henchman struggle just to buy him tuna or ask Crowley for an increase meant of funds

He realized he hasn't seen you for so long and wants to come to check, to his surprise the guards didn't allow him to see you because you were busy accompanying the crown prince.

He tried so hard to see you, sneaking out got caught by the guards, maids or even sometimes sebek and silver who was patrolling the area. Everyone is so busy saying how radiant you would look like in your wedding day except for him cause his not even allowed to see you.

He tried– he tried so hard to go see you but every time it all ended up in failure, one time he almost made it until suddenly he was floating by someone using magic it was malleus Draconia who caught him.

"my beloved familiar what are you doing here in this side of the palace" grim struggle but him against malleus who was considered to be one of the top five magic users in the world his attempts were like childs play, he was immediately brought back to the same room he was held captive–was your situation Similar to him were you trap against your own will.

For the past few weeks and the wedding has been coming closer, and grim is making it a hassle to be let out to the point lilia taken upon himself to make him business by keeping him busy as in training even tho grim opposed keep asking about you his attempts were brushed off saying he's being selfish because why would he keep making a scene over your happy ending.

But what type of happy ending would you have without him, this cause him to cry and lilia comforting him–him literally begging to see you, wanting to be pet by you, him wanting to spend time with you, you comforting and singing him a lullaby every time he has a nightmare he want those times be back and don't leave him in the cold.

Even though the palace has everything he wanted it all felt empty without his henchman. Unfortunately his cries were brushed off when lilia himself denied it the comfort of seeing you. He also has been trying to get in contact with the others but since there's lack of technology in the briar valley is revealed to be difficult and as well as him having struggles with writing if only he pays attention towards the times you want to teach him to write.

The day of the royal wedding, he managed to sneak off and go outside – everything was splendor perfect for the future crown prince and coronation of the king and queen of Briar valley. He saw you being adorned in white as lilia walked you by the aile, he immediately push through the crowd just to reach you tugging on the white dress you are adorned and started to cry on the expensive silk his tears and snot stained the silk, him hugging your leg and when he look at your eyes.

He realized your eyes are in a shade of glowing green, Malleus must have put you in a hypnotizing spell–before he can do anything he was soon dragged off as he saw you unknowingly marrying you and his captor.

[lavandulawrites]

Blue Veil

Idia x reader

This was just supposed to be a short little drabble, but oh well 🤷🏼‍♀️ I really love this freak. He’s such a loser <3 I decided to try out a some new types of headers. Who should I write yandere smut of next?

Synopsis: The social anxious loser was a recluse who rarely interacted with others. You were different however, and your presence gave him peace, whether you were awake or not. He was well aware he was a creep, but who was he to deny himself his desires?

Masterlist

Warnings: yandere, noncon, somnophilia, female reader, reader has small tits, lactation fantasy, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, drugging, Idia is such a pathetic simp

Word count: 1295

The smell of sex was potent and the air sticky. The curtains were pulled open, letting the moonlight true the large windows. Normally Idia would prefer to keep the curtains drawn, but not today. He wanted it to be romantic. Romantic as the animes and hentais he loved oh so much.

The moonlight painted his room in a pale blue-white colour. Your face looked tranquil as your chest rose up and down in a steady rhythm. Your long lashes brushed against your skin as your eyes moved underneath your eyelids, indicating that you were in rem sleep. Your cheekbones cast shadows down your face and he couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped his blue lips at your beauty. You were so beautiful that it hurt. He could feel his blackened heart clench together.

The duvet was pulled up just below your ribs, fully revealing your bare breasts to him. Idia couldn’t resist the urge to touch you, so he let his pale boney hand wander to your breast, giving it a squeeze. He didn’t really bother being careful with his touches as he knew the sleep potion would be strong enough to last a couple of hours more. He let his finger run over your nipple a few times. It was already rather stiff due to the room temperature, but he still gave it a few flicks. Idia never got tired of your cute little nipples.

He shifted slightly so that he could lean over you and grab your other tit in his hands. He had never really minded your boob size, though he thought it was cute how you wished they were bigger. You were perfect anyway, so he never really understood your insecurities. Though he guess a weirdo like him could never really understand someone as perfect as you.

He bent down and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, moaning against your skin. Sevens, you were so soft. He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked, being careful not to nick you with his sharp teeth. Not that he minded biting you, he really did enjoy it in fact, but there was a time and place for everything. Plus injuring your nipple would only mean he had to stay away from it till it healed and he couldn’t have that.

He sucked harder as he continued to knead your other tit. Oh how he wished your tits were heavy with milk. He had multiple hentai mangas with a lactating female lead and it had done nothing but ignite a little fantasy in his already sick mind. He closed his eyes as he imagined how sweet your milk would taste. He would definitely put it in his milk tea. Maybe he could even drink it while gaming? Ugh… The thought made him moan loudly against your skin. His rock hard penis pressed against the duvet. It was already leaking with precum.

Idia slowly began to grind his cock against the mattress as he whined like a bitch in heat. He detached from your now spit soaked tit in order to rip the duvet off of you.

Your nude body was a sight for sore eyes and his entire body shuddered at the sight. It hadn’t been long since he had been pounding into your cunt like there was no tomorrow, though the sight of you naked was always bound to make him insane with carnal desire. He really couldn’t be bothered to even try to control his urges.

With drool dripping down from his mouth and onto the bed, he lowered his head so he was face to face with your cunt. Idia had cleaned you up with a wet rag from your previous sessions.

He carefully gave your slit a lick with his long younger. You were as expected sweet and it only made his cock ache more. His lithe finger found your clit which he began to circle with gentle yet steady motions. He closed his yellow eyes as he drove his tongue into your tight hole. He was utterly desperate to get more of your sweet taste and he groaned loudly when he could feel you getting slightly wet.

Idia was many things — a loser mainly— though that didn’t mean he didn’t know what made you wet. He had spent enough time between your legs, both with his tongue, fingers and cock deep inside you, to know how to drive you close to the edge fast. He was surprisingly skilled and it was something he took great pride in. It really fuelled his already horrible ego and you were as always the victim to his actions.

He gave your clit a little pinch which earned him a soft whine from your sleeping form. A twisted grin found its way onto his handsome features as he quickened his pace with his tongue. Idia humped the mattress with such force the bed slammed against the wall, though he couldn’t care any less.

His mind was yet again filled with images of you with leaking tits, causing him to suddenly pull his tongue out of your hole. As much as beloved eating you out, he really needed to bury his cock as deep inside you as humanly possible.

He nearly toppled over you as he sat up, half leaning over you. He guided his leaking cock to your entrance and pushed. He meant to be slow and gentle, he really did! But he was too horny to control his movements. Idia let out a loud moan as your pussy clamped down on his cock, making it tricky to push all the way inside.

You were so incredibly tight, even after all the last rounds. He leaned on his arm beside your head as his other went down to your clit to circle it.

“Ahh fuck” he groaned against your ear as his hips snapped against you. The sound of skin slapping became background noise as he whined against your neck, leaving a trail of bites and hickeys.

Your expression was twisted into one of pleasure and soft moans escaped your slightly parted lips. You were so beautiful in your sleep. You were more beautiful than all of the female leads in his favourite mangas. They could never compare. No one could. You were his, and that was final. He would never let you slip through his fingers. You were one of the few people who he actually felt comfortable with. Your presence was soothing and he had never been more at peace than what he was in that moment, driving his cock in and out of your slick cunt.

Idia was getting close, the familiar taut feeling building up in the bottom of his stomach. His cock was furious leaking cum, on the verge of exploding. His fingers griped the sheet with such force it was a miracle it didn’t tear. His kisses turned into bites, on the verge of breaking your skin. His trust was frantic and his steady rhythm completely gone. He was whining into your ears and he hoped you dreamed of him.

His vision turned to white and his hips halted as he shot thick ropes of cum into your cunt. A shudder went down his back at the feeling and his hair age you both in a blue curtain of flames.

You came quickly after, you little cunt spasming around his cock. Your eyes were moving under your lids, and a sweet string of moans followed suit.

“You are so perfect” he whispered against your neck. He gently stroked your cheek before he gently kissed you. He didn’t care that you were unresponsive. It only mattered that you were there with him.

“I love you” his voice raw with emotion uncharacteristic for a man of his calibre.

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[merakiui]

I just had a thought... but imagine that, maybe after so much effort on your part, you manage to crumble Sebek's walls and made him fall in love with you, just as much as he unknowingly swept you off your feet with his brash but funny way how he conducts himself.

Sebek always speaks about the others with a little of belittling in his tone, whenever he spits the word "human"... unless it is directed at you, of course. But after so many years of living under that mentality, he can't help but feel a little ashamed of himself; after how he acted against any mortal in the name of his waka, now he finds himself under the spell of some from the same species he speaks of so patronizingly. He tries really hard to keep his strong and stern self even while alone with you, to at least salvage a little of his pride, but how can he, when you act so cute and lovable? Sebek will first be caught being gentle towards other humans before admithing loving how small your hands are compared to his, when he catches them after a couple of your attempts at snatching his cap from his head. You will always giggle and bat your pretty eyes, asking if he can lend it to you and, like the fool in love that he is, Sebek will relent at the very first try.

It should worry him how easy he can forget about time, his duties and dream of serving his lord. He will never forget the first (and hopefully) last time he handed a poorly-done homework for Professor Trein, badly redacted and filled with lots of grammatical errors so notorious that Trein actually required him, publicly, about the reason for such mediocre work the next time they had history. Sebek will never live down the murmurs of all his classmates trying and failing in being subtle about their gossiping, since the shame made him more aware of his surroundings. A blush coated his cheeks due to a brief flash of a couple of nights ago in his bedroom, where he was supposed to be seated with his books and paper on his desk, focused on getting homework perfectly done as that is his job as a student. But instead, he had you laying on top of it, hands pinned either side of your head, lips red and swollen with a glinting in your eyes so charged with feelings, enough to almost make him weak on the knees with yearning and love.

At least he was conscious enough in remaining quite, because he wouldn't have been able to make a lie right then and there, only deepening the situation for himself if he actually did.

Funny how you are the one without magic, yet every moment spent with you feels as such.

And that's why, Sebek was so adamant in you meeting his waka and master Lilia. He knows his feelings for you are beginning to turn into something more serious, he wants to make sure everyone gets along before thinking further about your relationship and how he could add you to the equation of his dream of becoming a knight (not that is that hard tho).

Master Lilia was quite easy. The two of you already knew about the other, so you hitted it off with bonding over Lilia's mischievous nature and retellings of all of the pranks and jokes he pulled on poor, gullible Sebek. He wished the interaction had gone without the need of that, but at least he basked on the sweet harmony that is your laugh.

Now, for Malleus...

Sebek admits he was a little bit apprehensive about this one. He is aware of how people react when in the presence of Malleus, but He is confident in your ability of making friends is fine enough to capture his waka's attention, altough deep in his heart, he knew the two of you will get along as well as how it went with Lilia.

He remembers to perfection the firsts moments of the, in his perspective, encounter number one. When the minutes passed and none of you said anything, the pit in his stomach grew with dread. But after what felt like an eternity, the faint smile you wore suddenly turned into a full toothy one, a hand raise and pointed straight towards his waka. This definitely caught Sebek off guard, as the blatant rude gesture rubbed him the wrong way even worse since it came from you. Clearly, your presence brought a new side of him, throwing him out of his loop of waking up and working hard to achieve his purpose in life. Is not that it was strong enough to dull his fast reactions, far from it, but he certainly grew comfortable in your presence, as he wasn't quick enough to swept you in his arm and bolt out of the common lounge once he caught the naughty glint in your eyes when they briefly broke contact with Malleus' to look at him.

You opened your mouth and he knew, that from that moment, he was going to regret whatever you were about to spill past your lips.

"I remember you! You never heard the nickname I made for you...--

'REMEMBER...? ...NICKNAME!? '

"--it was actually Grim, but details. Now, as agreed, I hereby proclaim you: Horntorn! Nice to officially meet You, Horny!"

...

...

...

Yeah, Sebek doesn't remember anything after that. His mind simply shut down and left the lounge in autopilot, completely missing the small amused smile on his waka's face.

Putting that aside, everything unfolded just as how he expected. The person he loves is in good terms with the ones he respect and trusted his life with life, this actually worried him more than he used to let on, as his schoolwork also improved... that is, if there's a wall or a chaperone between the two of you, he will guarantee a perfect score.

So high and happy at his current idilliac reality, that his eyes fell prey to the pretty and enthralling pink and gold of which dreams are usually made of.

It was weird for Malleus to act like he does around you, but Lilia is just over the moon seeing him getting along and accepted by someone that isn't from Diasomnia, so no one spared a second thought to their housewarden always claiming the only spot available next you, always seeing themselves scarce when engaging you in a conversation and Malleus' aura gets too much to handle. It reached to the point of people actually thinking that Malleus was your boyfriend instead of your sweet but so dumb aspiring knight. Sebek failed to see all of the increasing worried looks you sent him, the small hands he loves so much reaching out to him, just to be engulfed by his waka's hands to drag you somewhere else in the dorm, more private and just the two of us.

He missed to view these actions as what they are: another man trying to get his darling. Sebek even was quick to surrender the tickets to a movie you insisted a lot to go with him, wanting to have an actual date with your real boyfriend that is not interrupted by the dark fae. He even waved the two of you off with a smile on his face, too happy by how well all of this actually turned out to be.

You could only wish for a miracle, that Sebek would finally notice everything before it was too late.

But you also are in fault with such naive thinking...

There is no hope, or happy endings in a land living by the legacy created from greedy and malicious minds. Have you forgotten, the name of the land you awoke to many months ago?

Of course the reality of all came to Sebek one night, like a lighting rod stricken by lightning in a storm. Each struck of energy in the form of your screams and sobbed pleads of stop, it hurts.

He was supposed to meet with you in his bedroom after his study session at the library, finally taking into account of how little time the two of you have spend lately.

A dull, rhythmic thump thump could be heard from behind The door to his waka's personal chambers. For some reason, said noise brought back the interaction he not too long ago had with Lilia, asking if you have already arrived. The usual smile on Lilia's face dropped slightly and his eyes had an shine that Sebek couldn't decipher before Lilia turned around and answers 'Yes. Malleus is entertaining them as we speak.'

The clouds cracked once again as they charged another bolt, flying out without warning and landing with an earth shaking force on him.

"I want Sebek!"

For a second, the thumping stops, but is follow by the rustling of sheets and a soft gasp from you. Sebek awoke from any type of daydream he fell into the moment his brain realised what is his dear Waka doing to his love.

There was another sound, fainter, like you were struggling but the grasp was so strong you barely had space to move. Your cry of pain tore his heart apart, his left hand shakely raise to float above his open mouth, unable to complete the action as your sobbing raised in volume freezes him.

"Don't cry. There's no reason for that"

'Wakasama...'

"Even if he knew, he would do nothing"

...The worst part of all? Is that Malleus is actually right.

Tl;dr: Malleus cucks Sebek.

Holy shit, sorry if it gets trash in certain parts, I was falling asleep and lost the thread a couple of times *cries*

Omg omg!! This ask is so perfect and *chef’s kiss* that I don’t think I could add anything else, lest I spoil how delicious of a thought this is!!!! >_<

Sebek really would let it all happen, wouldn’t he? 😟

[loveandcomplications]

you go to rsa campus, probably to talk to ambrose who may have more info on finding you a way home, only for the students to decide that they really like you.

"you should transfer here!" is something you'll be told a hundred variations of from the guys there.

"it's so much safer over here." "we'll help you find your way back." "you can rely on us."

and maybe their heart is initially in the right place, but selfishness always seems to prevail. you've become so dear to them, so it would be sad to see you go! they may not outright sabotage your efforts to leave twisted wonderland like those at nrc would, but they'll end up saying whatever they can to convince you to change your mind.

[animentality]

"fandom is dying," they whine as they stab artists and writers in the chest with discourse knives and harassment screws. "why isn't anyone making content for me to greedily consume for free as I make the experience worse for them and everyone around me?"

[btheleaf]

[atemango]

HEAR ME OUT-

If NRC has the apple tree and chandelier as a part of their school and is basically a relic at this point....

May I propose that RSA... HAS A WEEPING BENCH!

[sharigax]

My toxic fandom take is that I think that it's awful how much we can talk to creators and get answers from them word of god style. We should be out here in a godless place rooting for scraps of lore in the media like truffle pigs out in the fields

[rukafais]

[jenniterrain01]

Goodbye Tsums

Good thing they only have to do this three times