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I’ve only played the game on the EN server and have not read the manga (I want to), so there may be some inaccuracies there.
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Character cheating on reader
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ramshackle's finally turned into a heap of rubble. you saw that one coming a long time ago. what you didn't see is the harem of unsavory magicians trying to keep you confined within their dorms. ( <- prev | next -> )
a/n ! apologies if this wasn't up to my usual standards... i wanted this to be hades and persephone-esque... but i also just wanted the three month delay to be over with. even ortho's part takes me back to my gorey hetalia days... overly edgy. nevertheless, thank you for being patient with me all these months! im gonna have a blast with diasomnia (T_T)
( ortho is platonic; body modification; manipulation; humiliation; stalking; idia is a peeper; please proceed with the knowledge that reader is a doormat; reader still has self-esteem issues; demeaning behavior; sadistic behavior; can be read as misogynistic behavior; hinted trauma )
Staying in Pomefiore is not… the worst experience you’ve ever had. Epel has been throwing tantrums lately about his dorm head taking him away from you, but Vil has always managed to take him down with one swift flick of his hand. Vil is overbearing, yes, but everyone’s been commenting on how you look healthier these days. When someone comments on it, you watch Vil from the corner of your eye puff out his chest like a peacock. After all, it is thanks to his careful management (and drugging you to sleep!) that your health has been getting better.
And Rook is. Well, you never seem to catch him, but if that lingering feeling on the back of your head is any indicator, then he seems to be doing his usual work of stalking you. Not like that’s anything new, and he’s always been a gentleman outside of that…
“No fair~!” Ortho whines, tugging you by the uniform sleeve in an attempt to drag you to Ignihyde. He could very much kidnap you there, but these days, he seems eager to play the mischievous younger brother card. “I wanna sleep with you too, [Y. Name]!”
“No fucking way.” Ace steps in between the two of you, leaning down with narrowed eyes. “With you, sure. But I know what your deal is— you’re bringing them as an offering for Idia, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Epel chimes in with that same distrusting look. “I know that guy’s a freak. Who knows what the hell he’s gonna do to them!” Jack and Deuce stare at them with wry expressions, probably thinking that the two perverts ganging up on a kid have no right to say anything of the sort.
“Back off!” Ortho shouts, clinging to your side with more fervor. “You’re all hogging the prefect, and I don’t like it! If you don’t let me, I’m going to leak your secret group chat…!”
“Okay, okay, okay, fuck.” Deuce springs up, looking the most alarmed of the group. He sends you a pleading look. “I- I don’t want you to go, but— please?”
You stare at them, dismayed. “You have a group chat without me?”
Jack shoots a glare and raises his hands. “Don’t lump me with them. I left the chat.”
You have to wonder what’s so horrendous about that group chat that the chivalrous Jack Howl had to leave.
You’ve come to view ORTHO SHROUD as a younger brother these days. You adore him, with how he floats around you, excitedly asking about your day and rambling about his. For an android, he’s as endearing as an actual kid, so you sometimes forget that this was actually a highly advanced wonder of technology that could hack into anything and everything. And shoot a giant laser beam from his palms.
Right now, Ortho is pouting at you as he gives you the longest lecture you’ve had in your life. Longer than even Vil or Riddle’s lectures! “[Your Name]...!” He angrily calls out, hovering just above your face as he narrows his eyes at you. “Are you even listening? You shouldn’t let those boys take pictures of you or post you on their social media! It’s not safe!”
“It’s not like I can control them,” you try to explain yourself. “Trust me, I’ve tried. You think I want Cater putting up that ridiculous photo of me on his social media? I don’t even want to read the comments.” You stay silent before slowly taking a peek at Ortho’s holographic scene depicting Cater’s profile. “Uh… what do they say?”
Despite not seeing his mouth, Ortho’s eyes convey an extreme displeasure as he quickly shuts off the screen before you can see anything. “You don’t need to bother with them!” He huffs, then, grabbing both of your hands in his, he looks up at you pleadingly. “Can’t you just stay here forever with us, pleeeease?” He stretches out his voice into a whine as he begs. “We can just play games together, and those meanie heads won’t be able to push you around or bully you anymore! You’ll make me and Big Brother very happy! And Big Brother won’t be as lonely anymore!”
“I’m pretty sure your big brother is one of those… erm, meanie heads,” you dryly laugh, gently pushing down Ortho’s hands. “I know you won’t bully me, but I can’t stay cooped up here in Ignihyde forever. I have things to do, classes to attend, and I want to…” You trail off, thinking back to the times that you’ve mentioned your home to the others and decided to keep shut. “... Never mind. But thank you, Ortho, you’re really sweet.”
His big, droopy eyes brighten up when you pat his warm hair. “I’m sweet?”
“Super,” you hum, looking down at him fondly. “I’ve always wanted a younger brother. You’re not mine, but sometimes it certainly feels like it.”
He preens when you caress his cheek. Right now, he looks less like an android and more like a boy keen for attention. You know that Idia loves his brother, but he must be seriously holding out on the physical affection if Ortho is reacting to you like this. You huff out a sigh and lean back on the bench, staring up at the holograms and tech decorating the walls of Ignihyde’s lounge.
Ignihyde is a curious place. Heartslabyul is full of generally friendly people, Savanaclaw’s students are always roughhousing with each other, Octavinelle is always in a state of hurry, Scarabia is always partying it up, and Pomefiore’s halls are always busy socializing. But in Ignihyde, the students seem to avoid both outsiders and each other, only talking when absolutely necessary. The only sociable one seems to be the android contentedly lying on your lap with a sweet smile. This doom and gloom amongst all the cybertech seems to embody its dorm head pretty well, you think, and you don’t know if you’d prefer everyone ignoring you than the chaos you faced in the previous dorms.
“I can be your younger brother,” Ortho smiles sweetly up at you, eyes fluttering as the back of your palm grazes against his forehead. “You and big brother…. We can all be one big happy family!”
The thought of it makes you laugh. Right. Of all the people to be enamored with you, you’re confident enough that Idia Shroud is not one of them. He shrinks away from you whenever you draw near, pale face contorted in disgust as he mutters for you to not show your face anywhere near him. Behind that floating tablet of his, that shaky voice turns haughty as he heaps insults at you for your lack of knowledge of this world and magic. The only reason you ever tolerated him was because of Ortho Shroud, and you were pretty sure the only reason he tolerated you was that Ortho liked you.
“I’m not joking!” Ortho pouts, sitting up, and fixing you with the scariest glare he can muster. “If you marry my big brother, then you can be part of our family, and then we’ll be a happy family! Oh, but it’d be too much to jump into marriage, wouldn’t it? Big brother isn’t accustomed to talking to people at all, so I guess we have to slowly build up. I keep telling him that dating sims won’t cut it even as practice, but he says he’d rather die than actually talk to people—!”
Another marriage talk? You feel your throat dry. “Whoa, whoa, slow down, Ortho,” you laugh nervously. “I can’t marry Idia.”
He stops his ranting, blinking at you as if you’ve said the most confusing thing in the world. “Why not?”
For an android that has unlimited access to the internet, he’s sure naive to these kinds of things. Maybe it’s because such delicate interpersonal relationships require actual real-life experience? “Well, when people marry, it’s usually because they love each other.”
Ortho pouts at you again. “I know that!”
“Well then, you know that we can’t marry each other.” You grin wryly. “I mean, for starters, Idia would never love me. He can barely even look at me.”
“Barely looks at you?” Ortho gasps. “What are you talking about, [Y. Name]? My big brother is always looking after you! We’re always looking after you!”
With a wave of his hand, Ortho brings up multiple holographic screens. Your stomach churns as you scan what appears to be live feeds of surveillance cameras. One shows the broken-down rubble of your dorm, clearly focused on where your perch used to be. Multiple blacked-out screens labeled KITCHEN, BEDROOM, LIVING ROOM, STAIRS tell you exactly what they used to be for. Another one seems to be located in Epel’s dorm room and outside of Vil’s room. You feel your throat parch.
“Oh, silly me! Priority task added: Take down CCTVs in Pomefior ASAP. ” Ortho then laughs lightly. “I have to do that before Vil finds out that I set up cameras…” He gives you an apologetic look. “Sorry… it looks like we can’t play together tonight…”
Ortho’s sweet voice is drowned out by the ringing, deafening your ears as you try to process what you’re seeing right now. Your entire life… livestreamed to someone that you barely knew. You don’t even want to think about what kind of things they must’ve seen you do, how vulnerable you get behind closed doors… Ortho– Ortho wouldn’t do this to you, right…?! And he wouldn’t do this for anyone else except…
“Ortho.” Your voice comes out shaky as you turn to his expectant eyes. “Did… Did your brother put you up to this?”
“Yes, he told me to do so a few months back.” Ortho nods cheerily, and despite the disgust embroiling your gut, the fact that Ortho was commanded to do all this brings you some sort of relief. How could you blame Ortho, who was only following the orders of his creator? “He checks up on you all the time, you know! It’s always on the display monitor!”
Ortho doesn’t know any better. He’s still naive when it comes to human interactions, how could he have known that recording every intimate detail of a person’s life was bad? Yeah, yeah. Sweet, sweet Ortho wouldn’t do something so abysmal.
“But I didn’t think it was enough, so I added this!” His hands, cold and of synthetic flesh, reach out behind your ear and pull on the fleshy lobe. You feel something… hard? metallic? under the flesh, and you furrow your brows when you don’t understand. Ortho laughs at the silly look on your face.
“It’s a vital tracker that S.T.Y.X uses on prisoners!” He tells you cheerfully, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Body temperature, blood pressure, heart rate, respiratory rate… The works! There’s also a GPS tracker so that I know where you are at all times!”
You feel the soft shell of your ear, growing weak when you feel that metal embedded underneath your skin. Someone… Ortho had cut your skin open and implanted you with a… a…
You feel dizzy. You want to get out of here.
“Why?” You rasp out.
Ortho tilts his head, as if the answer was obvious. “What do you mean ‘why’? I told you, we’re gonna be family, aren’t we? I have to know everything about you!” His yellow eyes narrow slyly, revealing his self-satisfaction. “Oops, that’s not right, is it?”
“I already know everything about you!”
You hear IDIA SHROUD groaning from within his room as you bang on his door for the millionth time that night. He’s been ignoring you punching, kicking, and screaming outside his door for the past ten minutes. But you have too much adrenaline and paranoia in you right now to even feel your fists throbbing after every hit, and you’ve only grown relentless in your attacks.
“Fine, fine! Just shut up already!” Idia grumbles as he takes his headset off. This was why he liked watching you from afar. You weren’t all up in his space when you’ve got a screen separating you two, screaming his name with that pretty voice of yours. Without thinking of anything other than hoping you’d stop interrupting his peace, Idia opens the door and jumps back with a high-pitched screech when he’s face-to-face with you.
He had long basked in the comfort of just creeping on you behind a screen that he had absolutely forgotten what it was like to actually see you in person— cute, lovely, glaring… angry. He lets out another pathetic yelp when you jab an accusing finger at his face, and he jumps back like a startled cat. “Wh– What—?! D– Don’t come too close or I…”
You ignore his incoherent mumbling as you continue glaring at him. This was the man who invaded your privacy, built an android that invaded your privacy and cut your ear, and had every detail of your life filed in that stupid, expensive computer of his?! You would have rather that it was someone like Leona or Azul or anyone else that you could have reasoned that you were in no way capable of dealing with. But this guy…? You let your eyes roam over his room. Thrown wrappers, discarded clothes… The only things that actually seemed to be in order were his merch, manga, and his desktop table.
You fix your gaze on Idia again. God, you dealt with people like this in your world. Just not ones who had the audacity to install cameras in your fucking house!
“What is wrong with you?!” You grit through your teeth, inching towards him with narrowed eyes. “I heard from Ortho. I know you know that I heard from Ortho, since you have an apparent obsession with knowing everything that goes on in my life. Where do you get off recording me when I’m…! When I’m, ugh, fuck!” Sounding it out loud— that I’m at my most vulnerable, when I’m fucking naked, when I’m in my underwear— has a primal feeling crawling through your nerves and squeezes around your neck. “Why would you–! How could you—?!”
“D– Not– Eek, not too close…!” Idia slinks back from you, trying his best to maintain a certain distance from you. “It’s– It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong, I’m just– I’m just um, keeping tabs on you, yeah, yeah. It’s not, like, anything new to you or something.”
“I think cutting my ear open to implant some creepy tracker is new to me,” you hiss, tugging on your earlobe.
“T– To be fair, that’s not me, that’s Ortho,” Idia mutters frantically, shielding his face from your accusing glare as you inch another step closer. “Okay–! Okay! Partly my fault. I should’ve stopped it. But it’s not anything serious!”
“Have you seen me in my underwear.”
The tips of Idia’s flame hair burn bright red. “Senior. Answer me.”
“I, uh, look away.”
“How can you look away if you don’t know that I’m in my underwear.”
“What are you getting mad at me for?” Idia complains, black lips scowling as he sulks like an indignant kid. “It’s not like I’m the worst of the bunch. Do you know how many times I’ve protected you? There are too many OPs spawncamping outside your home or normies who think friendmaxxing is the way to go, and there’s like, wayyyy too many people ganking you—”
“What, what are you talking about?!” Idia shuts up, seeming to have delved into some ramble that you can only comprehend half of, and quickly thinks that the frustrated look on your face is way too cute. Yeaaah, he might be picking all the wrong dialogue right now, but there are just some things that 2D pixels can’t beat. Like, what’s up with that super cute wrinkle in between your brows when you’re confused? Sure, his super-advanced CCTVs can capture every detail of your body, but it doesn’t beat seeing your faves up close. And speaking of super-advanced technology…
Seeing your frustration, India’s anxious expression twists into a sardonic smile as he thoroughly contemplates the situation. Sure, suddenly breathing the same air as you has thrown him off, but the novelty’s long worn off, and he’d be missing out on this super rare event if he didn’t make the most of it. “Wheehee, of course you don’t know what I’m talking about. What was I expecting of you?”
The sudden 180 twist in personality has you on your toes. Right. For all your acting tough right now, it doesn’t help that you’re face-to-face with a magic-user— and the Keeper of the Underworld at that. Maybe having a chip implanted in your ear or being watched 24/7 has you bravely blabbing your mouth off, but any of these men could kill you if they see fit.
“What, suddenly too scared? Hee, and you were just trash-talking me like whatever just now. Did you suddenly realize whose room you’re in now?” Idia’s yellow eyes have a certain glee to them as he takes a seat on his gaming chair and watches you like a hawk. “You’re in my territory. Heeh, that was pretty cool.”
Does he know you can still hear him? “I’m offering you shelter out of the goodness of my heart, y’know? Ortho brought you here ‘cuz your shack’s wiped out, so the least you could do is show me some respect.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, looking away as your fists clench. Why was this loser power-tripping all of a sudden? But you’ve seen what destruction he was capable of when pissed, so you glare daggers at the floor as you force out a “... Sorry.”
“Whaaat was that? I can’t heeaaar you.” You can feel his gaze heating on the top of your hair as he chews on some sour candy, treating your humiliation like a show. “You gotta speak up.”
As you lift your head up, you think back to the previous houses. Sure, Ace liked to take embarrassing pictures of you, and Leona had you walking out of his room and into his den with a large mark on your neck, but none of them humiliated you in such a… demeaning manner. Yet here Idia was, proclaiming that his stalkerish tendencies were for your own protection and making you grovel. You could easily walk out of here, go back to Pomefiore…
“I’m sorry,” your voice comes out pathetic and small. “And… th– thank you for bringing me here and for giving me shelter.”
Sour worm hanging off his mouth, Idia’s face is one of surprise, as if he didn’t actually expect you to meet his demands. He stares at you like that for a few seconds, unblinking and disbelieving, before his creepy snickers quickly erupt into full-on cackling. You flush, in disbelief of even yourself, looking away from his mocking sneer as you stew in your embarrassment.
“Heehee. I– I didn’t think you’d actually stoop so low, I mean, the door is right there! You could’ve just walked out, and I know you were thinking that because you were basically staring at it but, hehe, wow!” Idia finishes the rest of the gummy worm as he leers at you. “Are you really that scared? Scared that some overleveled magician is gonna slice your head clean off with a spell?”
You rub your neck. You have come close to that. Nearly crumbled to dust. Drowned in ink. Almost succumbed to permanent hypnosis. Choked on poisonous mist. You suffered in the ER even long after the others were discharged. No one would blame you for acting on a little caution.
“No use denying it,” Idia croons. “I mean, like, you pretty much got the worst luck of the bunch. I’m actually surprised you haven’t died after dealing with seven overblots. You must have super high luck stat to not be dead in a ditch right now.”
“They don’t want to kill me,” you try to reason. With Idia or with yourself, you’re not sure.
He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, obvs. Can’t play a romance route if the character’s dead. But I’ve seen their dreams, read the reports. That doesn’t change the fact that they could have killed you. Almost killed you. I mean, I know I almost did. Overblot’s funny like that, huh? And even without the whole overblot biz, the average magician’s got at least fifty more levels on you. Although…” He looks at you thoughtfully. “I guess you would’ve learned that after sleeping around a bit, huh?”
Don’t phrase it like that. “... Are you gonna just make me stand here while you mock me?” You resentfully say. “Or can I finally leave?”
“Whoa, whoa, don’t spoil my fun, okay? I know you’re probably thinking: ‘wow, this loser’s suddenly got all mouthy just cuz we’re alone in his room.’ And you’re probably right. But this is the first time I’ve had you all to myself, you know? Outside the whole surveillance thing.” You feel shivers up your spine when you’re reminded of his perverted hobby. “Seeing you up close, you’re totally the one I’d go for in a VN.” The corner of his lips quirked up a bit. “And especially after seeing you bow your head… that’s like a real turn-on.”
He presses something on his desk, the screen emitting a bright blue until its laser lights are on you. “Make a whole turn for the scanner, okay? There’s something I’d like to see you in.”
“... Consider it payment for letting you sleep here ♪”
Gloomurai is typing…
Muscle Red: oya? you’re still online?
Muscle Red: when you logged off just a few hours ago, i had assumed it was because you were finally going to deal with that homework you were complaining about.
Gloomurai: ugh. don’t remind me 😑😑
Gloomurai: nono i just haaad to get this off my chest. cuz like. u would not believe what just happened
Muscle Red: i’m listening ~ ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_
Gloomurai: my main oshi. like the irl one. just barged into my room out of nowhere. and i was like totally freaked out..
Gloomurai: tbh im still freaked out right now,, but like theyre magicless and im basically op yanno. so i was playing a trick on em. freak em out a bit.
Gloomurai: omggg they’re so cute when they grovel a bit. and that look in their eyes when they try to hide that theyre scared... wtff. took everything just to not break character
Muscle Red: hm hmm… the dearest ones always seem more alluring when they submit. i’m happy to see you understand my tastes
Muscle Red: i was very offended when you called me a pervert! (`皿´＃)
Gloomurai: i thought i said sorry!!!
Gloomurai: i honestly still think you are a pervert but ure on to something… my heart’s still beating… cant believe i got em to bow their head like that… or be in front of me at all.
Gloomurai: i was just content on just watching them from a distance 💀💀💀 i might actually get addicted
Muscle Red: (っ˘ω˘ς ) ahh young love truly is a blessing to witness! i’m happy for you, young gloomurai!!
Muscle Red: maybe i’ll fetch for my darling as well. you’ve made me quite envious!
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗SYNOPSIS: You ask them if they are single. That's it.
♡︎Taking into consideration that both of you are pinning for each other.
♡︎Idk if someone did this already
♡︎Includes: NRC
“My, my… aren’t you a bold one? I certainly don’t mind a direct approach, but you should be careful, I might take you seriously.” He isn’t flustered at all, quite the opposite, he is enjoying the fact that you were trying to fluster him.
⋆⋅☆ Jade and Lilia
“Hum… where did that come from?” Anxious about the question, looking everywhere but at your eyes. “I- I mean, it’s not a crime to ask, but so suddenly?”
⋆⋅☆Deuce and Jack
The audacity! You can see it in his face that he is somewhat annoyed, yet quite amused by the question. “Maybe if you keep looking that cute while you ask, I’ll actually give you an answer.”
⋆⋅☆Vil and Leona
“Child of man, I have waited years, lonely long nights, and for time itself to cease only to meet the one and only, you, who could ever make my heart jolt in such happy ways.” There is a moment of silence. “...Yes. To answer your question... I am single.”
⋆⋅☆Malleus
"Pfft, you're really gonna ask me that? You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, or I’d make you work way harder for that info. Yeah, I’m free. Why? You planning on changing that?"
⋆⋅☆ Ruggie and Ace
A complete babbling mess of words, he can’t even form a full sentence. “I- uh- wha- ? That’s… you can’t just… why would you… I- yes! I mean- no- I mean, yes, I am!”
⋆⋅☆Idia and Sebek
“Eh? Single? Oh! You mean if I’m looking for someone to spend all my time with? I’d love for that to be you! Does that mean we’re going on a date? Let’s go right now!”
⋆⋅☆Kalim and Cater
There is a moment of silence as if he is processing the question, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before meeting your eyes again."You're asking me that here? But... I suppose I could be convinced to make some time for you. Only if… you're serious, of course."
⋆⋅☆Jamil
There is a soft look in his eyes as he takes a moment to look at you.“Hm? Oh... I hadn't realised you were looking at me that way. It makes my heart race a bit to hear you ask... but yes, I am. Were you hoping for that answer?”
⋆⋅☆Silver and Trey
“Ooh la la! A direct strike to the heart! Your beauty is only matched by your boldness, mon trésor. To answer your wonderful question! My heart is a wild bird, currently flying solo... waiting for someone like you to cage it!” He doesn’t stop there, as a matter of fact, you are now stuck with him talking about the sparkle in your eyes for the rest of the day.
⋆⋅☆ Rook
“S-Single?!” As if he hadn’t been courting you for the past weeks, as if those invitations to play with the hedgehogs weren’t clearly dates, as if he hadn’t been looking the other way every time you broke a rule. Of course, he was single. He only had eyes for you. “You... you are unbelievably bold to ask such a thing! After everything, must I spell it out for you?!”
⋆⋅☆ Riddle
“Aha~! What’s this, Shrimpy?” Plays along with the question. “Maybe I am, and maybe I’m not... What’re you gonna do if I say yes?”
⋆⋅☆Floyd
“A-ahem…” He is adjusting his glasses every two seconds while staring anywhere but at you. “My private life is… highly confidential! But… Why are you looking at me like that!?” He has to clear his throat and calm down. Wants to play it cool, but can’t think straight when you start being flirty with him.
sypnosis. the twst boys drinking an aphrodisiac on accident.
pairings (seperate). rook hunt x reader, vil schoenheit x reader, trey clover x reader, cater diamond x reader, leona kingscholar x reader, ruggie bucchi x reader, azul ashengrotto x reader, jade leech x reader, floyd leech x reader, malleus draconia x reader, idia shroud x reader, lilia vanrouge x reader, silver vanrouge x reader, jamil viper x reader
tags / warnings. reader is yuu/prefect, this is set after book 7 so all characters are aged up, established relationship, suggestive themes though nothing overly explicit, the twst boys being all pathetic and needy
word count. 2.2k (150-250 words each)
A/N. i have clear favoritism when it comes to writing so my bad WHOOPS
♡ Rook Hunt
The substance doesn’t take effect right away, it’s slow—painfully so. Rook could feel it, yet chooses to ignore it. Focusing instead on his responsibilities for the day—until night falls and leaves him alone with his thoughts. And all of them lead to you. Not just your presence, but your touch, your warmth, the way your laughter settles in his chest, the mere thought of you made him helpless, selfishly wanting more than just the thought of you, he wanted you. So, in the dead of night, he goes to Ramshackle. You’re asleep on your bed when he appears outside your window, the trees swaying quietly behind him. He taps on the glass, quiet though loud enough to catch your attention. When you stir, he’s already there. The window slides open, suddenly he’s beside your bed, kneeling, breath uneven, on his knees, eyes bright with something vulnerable. He reaches for your hand, guiding it to his cheek, leaning into your touch absentmindedly. “Mon amour, let me feel your touch tonight.” He says voice almost pleading.
♡ Vil Schoenheit
Vil had only asked for a cup of herbal tea during his break between takes. Nothing more, nothing unusual. He never imagined that something extra had been mixed into it—until a strange restlessness began to take hold of him. By then, filming had to be wrapped up early. With his composure slipping, he returns to his room in a hurry, heart pounding, thoughts fixed on only one thing. You. You’re sprawled on his bed, the same sight he saw before he left but now the sight of you made his heart ache with need. He crosses the room in seconds, taking hold of your shoulders and resting his forehead against the curve of your neck, breath uneven. “My dear, please—” he pleads with desperation in his voice as he guides your hands to hold him close, clinging as though your presence alone might steady him. The flawless model, the untouchable star—Vil Schoenheit was losing his restraint, starting to unravel in your presence. And you’re the only one he’d ever get this desperate and needy for.
♡ Leona Kingscholar
Leona doesn’t realize he’s consumed anything unusual—not until on a random evening, he’s restless and irritable without reason. He doesn’t like feeling like this, feeling like he’s growing desperate, drawn to your touch he’s spent so long pretending he doesn’t want. And pride, as always, keeps him silent, but not for long. You’re sat nearby on a chair, reading away as Leona stares bullets through you—he was practically purring just at the sight of you, his tail lazily swaying back and forth, his mind hazed with thoughts better left unsaid. After a moment, his tail curls around your wrist, drawing your attention as he meets your gaze. “…Need you.” Leona purrs, voice dripping with anticipation and desperation.
♡ Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie’s downright shameless when it comes to food, but that same shamelessness is what got him stuck like this. He looks completely miserable, sprawled across his bed with the sheets in disarray, one hand resting on his forehead while his breathing comes out uneven, his skin damp with sweat. When you come to visit him in his dorm room, he moves his hand away from his face, only to see you standing there—the exact person he wishes wouldn’t see him like this, vulnerable, not to mention needy. A quiet growl slips past his lips as he tries to keep himself in check, but the second you reach out to touch him, checking his temperature, whatever restraint he had left snaps. He leans in your touch almost instinctively, he’s practically purring now, very loudly so.
♡ Cater Diamond
This was uncool of him, so not Magicam worthy, Cater thinks to himself. He doesn’t even know what he ate or drank to put him in such a vulnerable position like this, was it the spicy ramen he ate or the smoothie he had? Still, he can’t bring himself to care. His thoughts were hazed with images of you, images of you that weren’t exactly, appropriate. You consumed his thoughts like second skin, and he hates how badly he’s craving your presence. He lies on his bed, looking miserable as he taps at his phone. “Come over, need you.” He types out, he’s polite about it—for now. And when you do come over? He isn’t wasting a second, he’s all up on you the second he lays his sights on you.
♡ Trey Clover
Well, this isn’t good, is it? Just a little while ago, he had been baking a lemon tart, not expecting the lemon stimulant he mixed in to hit him this hard. The worst part was how slowly it took effect, creeping through his system bit by bit. Now Trey’s left trying to steady his breathing, his glasses sitting crooked on his face while sweat trails down the side of his neck. When a knock echoes through his dorm, he forces himself upright, using whatever little strength he has left to make it to the door. The moment he pulls it open, he’s met with you—your expression filled with worry, and that’s where his restraint finally gives out. He pulls you inside quickly, locking the door before guiding you to sit on the edge of his bed. Dropping to his knees, he rests his head against your lap, his hands settling along your thighs as if to ground himself. “Sorry about that… I just—need you right now,” he murmurs, his voice low and strained.
♡ Azul Ashengrotto
Was it the tea Jade had prepared him this morning? Whatever it was, it left him unable to carry out his responsibilities for the day. He couldn’t make sense of what was happening—heat lingered under his skin, his head felt light, and frustration kept building the more he tried to ignore it. He ends up in the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face, hoping it’ll snap him out of it, but it barely helps. He just stares at his reflection, frustrated and unsure of what to even do next. A part of him wanted to come to you, to find you and lean against your touch he was so ever craving—but to his better judgement he keeps himself locked inside his room, holding onto the shirt you left behind in his dorm, the faint scent of you still clinging to the fabric. And gosh, he knew whatever he’s doing was highly inappropriate and wrong, but by the sevens was he craving you so badly.
♡ Jade Leech
He could feel the effect of the substance almost immediately, and it just began to grow increasingly more intense the more he ignored it. By the time his duties at the Mostro Lounge were done, the feeling had settled deep enough that ignoring it was no longer an option. Without sending word ahead, he finds himself heading straight to Ramshackle to see you. He greets you like he always does—same careful posture, same polished composure, the same irritatingly calm smile resting on his lips. Yet something about him feels off. Something you can’t place your finger on. “Prefect, you wouldn’t mind if I intrude on such short notice—do you?” he asks, voice smooth and even as ever. Before you can properly answer, he lets himself inside as he drags you himself to your room, locking the door as his last bits of composure slip. He loosens the bow at his collar, undoing a button at his neckline as his eyes remain locked onto you—filled with desperation and something far more predatory. It sent chills down your spine, but you couldn’t bring yourself to run. He closes the distance between you, leaning over you as you lay down, the mattress dipping beneath you. His razor-sharp teeth graze the curve of your neck before he bites down, not hard enough to cause you to bleed, but hard enough for you to feel it. Whatever follows is left behind closed doors.
♡ Floyd Leech
Floyd had felt the effect of the aphrodisiac almost immediately, and by every passing hour he was growing increasingly irritable and restless. He couldn’t focus, he couldn’t attend basketball practice like normal, he was out of it—and it just made him more bothered than he already is. By noon, his thoughts were completely taken over by you, replaying in his mind over and over until it was all he could focus on. A faint flush spread across his cheeks, and patience had never been one of Floyd’s strong suits to begin with. So, instead of trying to ignore it, he decides to find you. He appears behind you in the courtyard, his breath hot against your ear. When you looked at him, he offered a sharp, almost teasing smile, jagged teeth showing. Without a word, he guided you behind a nearby tree, pressing you gently against its trunk. Resting his forehead lightly on your shoulder, his hands lingered near you, hesitant yet unwilling to move away. He was noticeably more quiet than his usual self, and that alone said everything you wanted to know.
♡ Idia Shroud
Idia had tried out a new energy drink, but unbeknownst to him—the energy drink had a lemon stimulant mixed in it. Well, that’s his fault for not reading the label on the can before trying it out. Now he’s lying in bed, sweat beading on his skin, the tips of his blue-flamed hair flickering bright pink. A knock at the door catches him off guard—he wasn’t expecting anyone. He opens it cautiously, leaving just a small gap. And there you are, clearly worried about him. On instinct, he steps back, and despite knowing better, you follow him inside. He collapses onto his bed, trapped by your presence as your hand brushes against his neck to check for a fever. Almost automatically, he leans into your touch. When you try to pull away, he gently grabs your wrist and presses it to his cheek, melting into the contact as if he can’t get enough of it.
♡ Malleus Draconia
The aphrodisiac settled into Malleus’s system painfully slow—so slowly that he didn’t even notice until he woke the next morning. He brushed it off as just feeling a little unwell, which, of course, had Sebek worried and scrambling. But Malleus laughed it off, insisting it was nothing and just the seasons catching up to him. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t that simple. By evening, he was barely holding on to the last bits of composure he had left—until you appeared. Concerned, attentive, and somehow more captivating than ever. His eyes traced your features, lingering on your face, then your neck, betraying a desire he could no longer hide. Before you could react, he pulls you close, holding you at his waist as green sparks swirl around you both. In an instant, you find yourself inside his dorm room. “I’m sorry for bringing you here on such short notice, but I need you,” he murmurs, guiding you gently onto his bed. The tension between you is undeniable, and from there, it’s clear exactly where the night is headed.
♡ Silver Vanrouge
Silver had already felt the change in himself—the heat spreading through his body, the air suddenly feeling heavier, his thoughts clouded with nothing but you. Against his better judgment, he tries to sleep it off. Keyword, tries. It doesn’t work. The harder he forces himself to rest, the stronger the effect becomes, creeping deeper into his system. He knows he needs you, but he also knows he can’t give in to impulse. So he’s left lying in his bed, trapped with thoughts of you that are far too intense to say out loud or show.
♡ Lilia Vanrouge
Everyone knew Lilia wasn’t exactly fond of cooking—it was hardly a secret. But now, his carelessness in the kitchen had finally caught up with him. Maybe pouring a random bottle into his soup wasn’t his smartest move, but at the time, it seemed harmless enough. At first, he didn’t notice anything unusual. He went about his day as usual, confident in his composure. Then it hit him, slowly at first, and then all at once. He tried to playfully scare you while hanging upside down, as he sometimes did, only to stumble and knock his head in the process. He laughed it off, blaming it on a lack of sleep, but he knew better than that. His body didn’t lie. By evening, he’s a completely different person—pathetic, utterly undone. How could someone who was once a general end up in a state like this?
♡ Jamil Viper
The aphrodisiac hit Jamil like a bullet. At first, he brushed it off, thinking it was just the usual heat, and paid little attention. But soon, it became impossible to ignore—he fumbled through his tasks, over-seasoned his dishes with too much pepper, spilled water, and even zoned out during class. Kalim insisted he take a break, and he tried to, truly—but rest felt out of reach. Of course, ever so concerned and worried for your boyfriend, you visit him. But you were his weakness. Once he laid his eyes on you, he grabs you by the shoulders as he sits you down on his bed, his breath unmistakably heavier. “Do you know what you do to me?” He asks, his eyes focused on you as he leans in, both of your lips clashing.
Do you think you could write about how jade, floyd, lilia, and any other characters you want would react to a reader sneaking up on them and trying (keyword try, I think for a good amount it wouldn't work but they'd be amused lol) to startle them? I love your work happy new years!!
BOO!
tags: GN!reader, fluff
ft: Jade, Floyd, Lilia and Malleus.
a/n: thank you so much!! hehe, hope you will enjoy reading this, so sorry for taking such a long time.
JADE LEECH:
The Mostro Lounge was quiet after closing, only the soft clink of glass and the faint hum of the aquarium filters breaking the silence. Jade stood behind the bar, methodically polishing a tall flute with a white cloth, his movements precise and unhurried. That polite, ever-present smile curved his lips as if he were lost in pleasant thoughts.
You’d been planning this for days. The Prefect versus the ever-composed Jade Leech—surely even he had a blind spot. You slipped through the shadows near the booths, socks silent on the polished floor, breath held until your lungs burned.
Closer… closer… Now!
You sprang forward with a sharp “BOO!”
Jade’s hand never faltered. The cloth continued its slow circle around the rim. He didn’t twitch, didn’t gasp, didn’t even blink. After a deliberate three-second pause, he set the glass down with exquisite care and turned to face you.
“My, my.” His voice was velvet, low and amused. Heterochromatic eyes glinted under the dim lights like bioluminescent lures in the deep. “Prefect. Sneaking up on me in the dark? How delightfully audacious.”
You froze mid-victory pose, suddenly feeling very small.
He tilted his head, smile widening just enough to reveal the tips of his sharp teeth. “I heard your heartbeat from the moment you entered the hallway. Did you know it accelerates so charmingly when you’re excited? Fufu…“
Heat flooded your face. Of course he’d noticed.
Jade stepped around the bar, closing the distance with slow, graceful strides. “I must admit, the effort was endearing. Most people wouldn’t dare.” He leaned in, close enough that you caught the faint scent of sea salt and mushrooms. “Would you like to know what would truly surprise me?”
You swallowed. “…What?”
His gloved fingers brushed your cheek—light, almost tender. “If you succeeded next time.” A soft chuckle. “But until then… perhaps I’ll prepare a little reciprocation. Something that makes your heart race even faster.”
You backed up until your spine met a booth. Jade only smiled wider.
“Sleep well, Prefect. I look forward to our next game.”
FLOYD LEECH:
Floyd was sprawled across the couch in the Octavinelle lounge like a bored cat, long limbs dangling, mismatched eyes half-lidded as he stared at the ceiling. He looked half-asleep, which was exactly why you picked now. The moody eel was unpredictable, sure—but a distracted Floyd was a vulnerable Floyd. Right?
You crept along the wall, suppressing giggles. Three… two… one—
“GOTCHA!!” You launched yourself at his back with jazz hands and maximum volume.
Floyd moved like lightning. One second he was lounging; the next, he’d twisted 180°, grabbed both your wrists, and yanked you forward until you were practically in his lap. His grin stretched ear-to-ear, all teeth and manic glee.
“Ehehehe~! Little Shrimpy tried to scare me?” His laugh echoed off the tiles, high and delighted. “That was so lame! But also kinda cute. Like a baby seal flopping around.”
You squirmed, but his grip was iron—playful, but definitely not letting go. “F-Floyd—let go! It was supposed to work!”
“Aww, you’re pouting now? That’s even better~” He squeezed your wrists just enough to make you yelp, then loosened immediately, giggling like it was the funniest thing in the world. “See? Squeeeeze. You’re so squishy when you’re all jumpy.”
His mood flipped in an instant—he pulled you closer, draping himself over your shoulders like an oversized scarf. “Y’know, that was boring. Try harder next time, ‘kay? Jump from the ceiling or something. Or bring a knife. Make it fun!”
You paled. “A knife?!”
“Kidding~ …Or am I?” He nuzzled your hair, humming. “Nahhh, you’re too fun to break right away. But if you bore me…” His voice dropped to a singsong whisper. “I might just squeeze till you pop~ Hee hee hee!”
He finally released you, flopping back onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. “Mood’s better now though. Thanks, Shrimpy.“
LILIA VANROUGE: Lilia floated upside-down near the ceiling of the Diasomnia lounge, humming an old fae lullaby while idly spinning a pen between his fingers. You’d watched him do this for weeks—perfect opening. He looked so relaxed. Surely the ancient general had an off switch.
You waited until he drifted a little lower, then crouched, sprang—and yelled “RAHHHH!!” at full volume right below him.
Lilia blinked once. Then twice. Then he burst into sparkling, unrestrained laughter, flipping right-side-up so fast the air whooshed. He dropped lightly to the floor, clapping his hands like a delighted child.
“Kya ha ha ha! Oh, Y/N, how precious! You nearly got me that time!” His eyes twinkled with genuine glee. “The war cry was especially spirited. Reminds me of old battlefields, though usually with more swords and fewer fuzzy house slippers.”
You deflated, hands on knees. “Nearly? I was right in your face!”
“Exactly!” He zipped forward, hovering at eye level. “I’ve been startling entire armies since before humans invented the wheel. But your enthusiasm is delightful. Still points for the effort!”
He booped your nose with one gloved finger. “Want some lessons? I could teach you how to drop from the rafters silently. Or—” His grin turned wicked “—shall I demonstrate a proper scare? I promise not to give you nightmares.”
You took a hasty step back. “Uh—no thanks! I’m good!”
Lilia pouted dramatically, then brightened again. “Very well. But do try again soon. It gets lonely when no one dares play with me anymore.” He floated upward, waving cheerfully. “Next time, bring backup! Maybe Deuce—he startles so easily, it’s hilarious.”
MALLEUS DRACONIA:
The night garden behind Diasomnia was silent except for crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves. Malleus stood in front of an ancient gargoyle, gazing up at the moonlit sky, horns casting long shadows. He looked every inch the untouchable prince—beautiful, lonely, and utterly unaware of your approach.
You’d rehearsed this. Slow steps, controlled breathing, perfect timing. You crept through the flowerbeds, heart hammering, then leaped out with everything you had: “BOO!!”
Malleus turned slowly without flinching and with zero hint of surprise on his face. Just a gentle tilt of his head, as though you’d offered him an interesting insect.
“…Was that an attempt to startle me, Child of Man?” His deep voice carried faint amusement.
You deflated instantly. “Y-Yeah… it was supposed to be scary.”
He regarded you for a long moment. The faintest smile curved his lips—soft, almost shy. “How charming. Mortals so rarely approach me with such boldness. Most flee at the sight of my shadow.”
He stepped closer, towering yet careful, as if afraid of startling you. “Your heart races so fiercely. I can hear it even from here.” A large, gloved hand rose, hesitated, then gently rested atop your head. “There is no need to fear retribution. On the contrary… I find your courage quite endearing.”
You blinked up at him, flustered. “You’re… not mad?”
“Mad?” Malleus’s eyes widened, then let out a chuckle, low and warm. “Of course not. If anything, I am delighted. No one has tried to surprise me in centuries. Well, except for Lilia. It reminds me that I am approachable, perhaps.”
His hand lingered, thumb brushing your hair in an absent, affectionate stroke. “Try again whenever you wish. I shall look forward to it.”
in which; they would have married you if you had stuck around―grieving your absence kills them.
content; angsty , sfw , implied female reader , she , crowley found a way for you to get home , emotional vulnerability , they miss you , you both were a couple and he thought you were going to last , unedited writing , possibly oov
author's note; ive been in a mood the past few days and ive been sick―i present my tears served on a silver plate.
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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
you left weeks ago. finally, a way back home was found. you took the chance; not knowing if you'll ever get it again. riddle didn't cry in the moment, but he wasn't surprised when he started to sob in trey's arms afterward.
everything in heartslabyul stayed the same. rules were enforced, unbirthday parties happened on time, everything was in order. you just weren't there to see it.
ace doesn't tick him off as much, deuce thinks before he acts, cater pretends everything's okay and trey continues his role as vice housewarden―keeping riddle in check more often now that you're gone.
he doesn't realize how harsh he's been again, not worse, but just in pain. he distracted himself from the thought of you, no breaks, no what ifs.
expect at night.
the dorm is quiet, students are asleep―but riddle's wide awake. sometimes, which became an unhealthy habit, he finds himself sitting at the small garden table where you used to drink tea together. in this scenario, it's early morning. classes don't start for a few more hours but here riddle is─stating at the tea cups set across from reach other over the white cloth.
the one at the end of him is still hot, untouched and prepped with your preference. he sips his tea, hands shaking slightly and his eyes shut closed to keep himself from tearing up.
it's not working.
"...housewarden," trey's voice echos softly, it's low and gentle. riddle stiffens, eyes open with pricks of tears threatening to fall. he clears his throat, sets his tea up down and straightens his back.
he stares at the untouched tea cup across from him, a hand comes up to his side to gesture trey to sit down.
"it would be improper to waste prepared tea." his voice is barely a whisper. trey sits where you used to, sipping the tea as riddle let's a tear slip.
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
no one bats an eye when leona acts the same as always―straight face, skips class and continues his life like nothing happened. you left weeks ago...so why is he still feeling like you're still here. he tries to push you in the back of his mind, but he seems to find things that remind him of you.
he doesn't cry, not for a while. he refuses to cry in front of others, he just acts like everything is normal. except, he's quieter. he doesn't snap as quick, he continues to skip classes and he stays in his room.
but he has trouble sleeping, which is a shock to almost everyone in the dorm. ruggie doesn't comment, he just continues to follow leona's orders―nothing they've become less demanding and more as if he's trying to cover up his emotions by having ruggie do the regular.
at least that hasn't changed.
one afternoon, he's skipping class again. in his head he can already hear your whining as he drags you with him―saying he needs to stop skipping classes if he wants to graduate this year. what's the point of graduation if your not even here with him to do so?
he dozes off, it's only been three minutes but he swears he can feel your presence beside him. head leaning against his chest and staring up at him with that stupid smile he misses seeing. he you say you have to get to your next class and you can't skip with him.
"five more minutes, herbivore..."
the silence answers him. painfully obvious. he feels stupid. kissing his teeth he leans up, tail flicking in irritation as he looks around the empty garden.
he rubs a hand over his face, realizing he's standing alone with no nagging voice, no happy laughter, no you. the next few days, ruggie notices leona more in space. the hyena finds him staring at the path leading into the garden one evening.
"waiting for someone, boss?"
leona flicks his tail.
"tch, don't be stupid."
AZUL ASHENGROTTO
everything is fine. everything has to be fine. he has to be fine. he has a business to run and a graduation to reach. time is money. he doesn't have to get distracted about what has already been done and can't be undone.
azul is going at his usual―expanding contracts, making deals with poor souls who don't know any better, growing his reputation.
he should feel satisfied.
but a pair of twins noticed their boss has been overworking himself a lot lately―jade makes him tea, it's left cold on his desk. floyd isn't sure what to do exactly, but he knows azul isn't acting as he regularly does.
the mostro lounge is quiet and dark, jade steps silently through the darkness. he preps azul a cup of tea, noticing a glass on the table. it was filled with your favorite drink, jade knows this because azul made sure to add it to the menu.
humming softly, jade discards the tea he was going to make for azul and ended up remaking your favorite drink for him. taking it to the boss soon after.
jade finds him alone in the vip lounge after closing the restaurant. he sees his boss holding a contract in his hands, unsigned and in perfect condition.
an empty line stares back at him as azul takes his glasses off and places them in the table before him. "you never signed your own name," jade observes, a hand behind his back as he leans over awaiting a response.
azul simply folds the controls back into a roll gently, turning in his chair he faces the eel.
"of course not," he whispers, "a contract requires both parties to sign, and one of them is gone." he lets a silent tear fall down his cheek as the room falls into silence.
KALIM AL-ASIM
kalim keeps smiling, keeps the parties going and he told himself you were happy! he cried when you left, holding you tight because this may be the last he'll ever cry in your arms again. even if the parties kept going, the thought of you in his mind was louder.
you loved his parties, you always were his plus one and he always took you despite if you were sad. he claims it will lift your spirits, so why isn't it working for him?
kalim cries during the week and jamil at his side, he's comfort the housewarden like this before, but he understands how different this is. you brought joy and happiness into kalim's life―he cries about why you had to leave.
but both of them understand.
kalim is just devastated. he misses you, and he's not scared to show it. ramshackle isn't the same, he misses the memories he made with you there.
jamil finds kalim cuddling a scarf you left behind in scarabia, running his cheek against the fabric to smell the perfume that faintly clung to it. jamil doesn't say anything, but he offers to clean it. not wanting it to smell due to the lack of care.
it takes a while for kalim to agree, but once your smell starts to fade he reluctantly hands the scarf to his friend.
the housewarden asks if jamil could make your favorite for dinner tonight and he agreed. making sure there's leftovers. kalim eats every last bite, making sure nothing goes to waste and encourages the rest of the dorm to eat it as well. kalim will make sure he never forgets about you, he could never!
and if he needs to cry again, jamil hands him the scarf and sits at his side.
VIL SCHOENHEIT
continues his modeling, keeping up his beauty and filming. perfection does not pause at heartbreak, but it can cause heavy bumps. he refuses to let grief change his appearance.
life at pomefiore stays the same─schedules, the beauty routines, keeping students in check. anyone watching would say vil is as flawless as ever.
but rook notices slight changes, the cracks in the foundation.
vil stares longer at his reflection, not admiring himself. just...staring. he didn't think a mirror could hurt him so much. it took away the one thing he thought he couldn't continue life without.
one evening after a long day, vil sits at is vanity―cleaning his face from makeup. mid-swipe something catches the corner of his eye.
a bottle of a nail polish you once gave him with a happy smile and said the color would look beautiful on him. he merely chuckles, taking the polish and states. of course it would, have you met me, my dear?
it's small, nothing he would have noticed if ur didn't hold significance to his heart. you never took it back despite being used by you multiple times. he takes the bottle, he remembers the way you accidentally smudged it against his skin with that bubbly laughter if yours.
the housewarden continues to stare until a voice rings through the silence; "roi du poison, that color would look magnifique on you!" rook's voice is soft and grounding, standing by the frame of the door vil simply hums.
his gaze returns to his mirror as he stares back at his reflection, a snippet of you behind him with a happy smile plays in his mind. "she had remarkable taste," rook smiles.
vil chuckles, "of course she did," he puts the bottle back down. "she was going to carry the schoenheit last name."
since then vil wears the nail polish until it runs out, which is just like his love for you, it will take a while for it to run out.
IDIA SHROUD
didn't try to stop you, but told himself if there were any different scenarios where you stayed. but he's only a genius, not a wizard. after you leave, the ignihyde dorm is quiet. his room becomes more of a cave than a space. door stays closed, screen glows constantly in the darkness.
ortho can tell idia is cracking. he doesn't know how much longer he stays watching his brother keep himself isolated.
idia scrolls through your messages like it's a job, endless texts and memes send tears to his eyes. dumb jokes, late-nignt game rambling, your teasing and his awkward ass sending cat memes just to see the heart you send when you like his message.
you went offline weeks ago.
it never went green again. you are never active, and your icon stays the same.
he wishes you stayed, he wished you didn't have to leave him. but he understands why you left―this wasn't your world. but you were his. he just didn't know how to express it. he wished he said more when you were still here, he thought he had more time.
ortho catches him one evening, "...brother?" his voice was soft and genuine. idia yelps, phone flies under his pillow and panics. "i―i wasn't doing anything weird, just data.. archiving, totally normal!!"
"you miss her."
it was a simple assumption, but they both knew it was true. idia's hair swishes as hia lips quiver. he doesn't say anything, he doesn't have to. he's bad at hiding stuff from his brother, who simply gives the housewardens a hug and even if he starts to cry, ortho doesn't leave his side.
idia opens the co-op game him and you used to play a few days later, the lobby empty with only his character. the empty slot reflects in his eyes, his hood covers his eyes.
"you've been afk for too long..." he mummers, finger hovering over the start button.
but he doesn't click it. he just lets a tear slip.
"i miss you," with a soft whisper, he turns off the loading screen and never opens it again.
MALLEUS DRACONIA
the weather has been nuts, no one would ever get used to it. strong winds, heavy thunder during storms and lightning striking the sky. if the campus was scared of him beforehand, they are petrified now that you're gone.
you were the only one who wasn't scared to talk to him, remembering your first interaction like it was yesterday. "hornton!" you cheered every time giving him a happy smile. he didn't think he'd miss it this much.
lilia watches him carefully, the way he gets quieter, his eyes drop and he leaves the table early. it's even harder to find him now, sebek goes bonkers. silver tries to calm him down, and lilia follows the dragon heir.
he walks laps around the ramshackle dorm, when he has the heart, he steps inside. sometimes he just stands there, sometimes he explores. in this case, lilia finds him at the gate. he flutters down to his side, hands behind his back as he hair swishes.
"you've been coming down here a lot, young master." he states simply, leaning over to see the dragons face. it's unreadable. arms crossed and his eyes stare at the dorm before him.
the windows are dark, dust started to gather at the porch area and the hedges started to overgrow without care. it already looks like it was before you got here, abandoned. he takes doesn't teleport, he takes his time to look at the area with lilia floating close behind.
not speaking, just observing and listening.
they reach the dusty porch, the door and dirty windows. "i would always find her on these steps, i've gotten used to seeing her...never wondered how i would feel when she left."
lilia suddenly spoke up, "how do you feel?"
"...she is gone...i cannot fathom a thought what too feel"
malleus traces a gloved finger across the railing, remembering the conversations he and you had here. movies, trivia, his history and your favorite hobbies. things that would mean nothing to the prince of briar valley─but meant the world to malleus.
"you loved her."
malleus closes his eyes.
"yes..."
the wind stirs between the two faes, lilia hums softly. "then she is never gone." malleus opened his eyes at lilia's statement, horns turn with him as he stares at the fae. "she would not want you trapped in sorrow,"
"perhaps..."
the dragon prince turns his attention back at the door of ramshackle, his expression softens. "still," lilia looks up, a shimmer of moon light reflects his eyes.
malleus resumes, voice hopeful. "if she were to walk through the door right now, i believe i will never have to feel sorrow again."
end notes; gah damn malleus' i love you. i rushed through this, i hate being sick
a/n: i’m not even gonna lie i dont usually listen to her songs 😭 but i was hunting for a song to get inspiration from and this came which made me whip up smtg with a certain someone in mind. highly recommend to listen to the song while reading so the highlighted lines make sense. also!!! the other students mentioned are mobs/not part of the main casts
cw: yandere, some Ignihyde slander (blame Ace)
now playing: tate mcrae - miss possessive
As Ace stepped into the classroom with his hair all frizzled, he had just managed to slip away from Riddle's persistent nagging about waking up late. While standing in the doorway, he quickly brushed his hair and scanned the room, searching for the one person he always seeks out first each day. However, he was met with a sight that irritated him the most: his beloved magicless prefect surrounded by other students at their table. The redhead's eyes twitched, and his eyebrows furrowed instinctively. Just as class was about to start and time was too short to throw some hands, he silently spat his usual mantra for moments like these.
“No seriously, get your hands off my prefect.”
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Being the very first friend of the prefect at Night Raven College is a title that Ace often takes pride in. At times, he even wields it as a weapon to protect his treasured companion from others. Despite tolerating Deuce to be around them, he was never fond of anyone getting too close to the prefect. If someone dared to encroach upon the prefect's attention, he would quickly step in with a mischievous grin and a playful remark, effortlessly deflecting any unwanted advances. Unwanted by him, that is.
But in this episode of Ace activating his territorial mode, his hawk eyes spotted an interesting scene. Ace’s seating position on the top most row, just behind the prefect, allows him to spot a fellow first-year from Ignihyde shooting heart eyes towards them. The student was positioned just one seat away, taking advantage of the space created by the sleeping Octavinelle first-year student, whose face was down on the table. With a gaze full of yearning and a warm, crooked smile, the student remains oblivious to the fiery-haired individual sending piercing glares from a distance.
Funny how you think that I don’t notice it.
Though Ace tries not to dwell too much on it, he can't help but think that it's just a nerdy ol' Ignihyde member, likely only skilled at being a reclusive computer whiz hidden away in his cave. He then remembered a moment from gym class when that same student was part of his temporary basketball team. The student had a tough time and fell after losing the ball. As a supportive teammate, Ace extended a helping hand, and the student smiled in appreciation, both sharing a moment of encouragement. But with the current situation at hand, things have changed. There’s no way the prefect would be interested in anyone like that. Just because he excels at coding doesn’t mean it goes the same with his social skills, Ace lowly snickered at his thoughts.
Acting like we're friends. We're the opposite.
Just as he finished silently berating the student and turned his eyes away, the Ignihyde student mustered enough courage to tap the prefect on the shoulder and ask something that sounded incoherent to Ace. This once again irritated the Heartslabyul boy.
I know what you are. Trying so hard.
It seems that the Ignihyde student requested an eraser from the prefect, who graciously obliged. Being the kind-hearted person they are, the prefect handed over their eraser, and the student’s fingers inadvertently brushed against it. Startled by the brief contact, the student blushed slightly, while the prefect simply giggled at the reaction. As the two exchanged smiles, Ace couldn't help but grit his teeth in frustration.
Yes, I'm Mr. Possessive.
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As the class came to an end and students began to be dismissed, the prefect glanced up and noticed both Ace and Deuce already holding their bags, their gaze on the prefect, and prepared to leave the classroom. Before anyone could say anything, Ace informed Prefect Grim and Deuce to head out first, as he had some 'matters to attend to'. The trio exchanged puzzled glances but exited without further questions, assuming it was just another one of Ace's usual antics. While Ace shot a fierce glare at the Ignihyde student, he was still busy packing his belongings into his bag. A plan brewed in his mind.
Some fights you never gonna win.
With the trio nowhere in sight, along with the other students and the teacher, Ace strode toward one of the students with an intense expression. As the student noticed Ace approaching and was about to greet him, he found himself abruptly grabbed by the collar.
Go look at the floor, or ceiling.
Frightened by the sudden and rough grip, the Ignihyde member questioned Ace's actions, but the red-haired boy remained silent, continuing to pull him out of the classroom.
Or anyone else you're feeling.
Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate for the boy that no one was in the corridor, Ace forcefully pushed him against the wall near the classroom door. He cornered the poor boy with a fierce glare and clenched teeth. The student flinched, instinctively covering his head with his arms, bracing for a blow—but nothing came.
