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[twstwinnie]

Hello, i just discovered this blog and i really want to read your work more. If you don't mind can i request malleus x reader where reader feeling empty or brunedout due to study and overblots. You can edit it as you like or write as headcanon or one short it depends on you. Well have nice day/night.

♚ Tea for the Prefect : Malleus Draconia

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, burnout, reader is the prefect, gn! reader, ch.5 spoilers!

desc: upon noticing your growing distress, malleus takes matters into his own hands and bestows a gift of relaxation upon you. sleep well, dear prefect.

a/n: finally being more consistent with posts!! thank you for the request! I thought this was a lovely concept and a great opportunity for some lovely stress comfort fluff! also, I love writing for malleus! the reader in this is the prefect, but the reader is not explicitly yuu! with that, enjoy! — winnie <3

Time is fleeting, whether he likes it or not.

Such is a fact that Malleus is painfully aware of. Every day that passes is but a fraction of his extended lifespan.

That is until he met you.

Most people talk about time flying when one’s having fun, but for Malleus, time slows when he’s with you. Being in your presence reminds him of all the little things life has to offer. Despite his extended lifespan, he chooses to live in the present nowadays simply because you’re a part of it.

That being said, he’s still able to pick up on things when they happen so suddenly.

Like your fatigue.

Malleus is unaware if your fatigue slowly built up in terms of a human lifespan, but to a fae like him, it seemed almost immediate. However, he knows full well that it isn’t without reason.

After Ashengrotto’s overblot, he conversed with you out of curiosity, questioning how you used the advice he’d given you earlier. That’s when he learned that you’d been handling student overblots since your arrival on campus. Lilia further confirmed this fact, noting your involvement in Kingscholar’s overblot as well.

He didn’t realize how emotionally taxing it must’ve been until recently.

After Schoenheit was pulled from his overblotted state, Malleus appeared. He witnessed the aftermath firsthand.

More importantly, he could see the exhaustion in your eyes. He noticed the way you tiredly limped backstage once he’d repaired the stadium, and saw the way you brushed off your situation.

When he asked you about it, you insisted that it was nothing.

After that conversation, many things clicked into place for him. Not only did you deal with these treacherous battles without the use of magic, but you did so in tandem with your studies and other responsibilities. You had an incredible amount on your plate and everyone seemed content to continuously pile more and more atop it. He had to wonder if you truly ever allowed yourself the opportunity to rest.

Malleus, in good conscience, cannot sit by and allow you to remain in a perpetual state of stress and exhaustion. You’re precious to him, his dearest treasure, and if he can prevent you from losing your luster, he will.

Given your mortal lifespan is already so limited, he refuses to watch you crash and burn out.

So, he decides he’ll lend you some much needed assistance.

After a week of testing and schoolwork, the weekend finally arrives. The first thing Malleus does is convince Grim to stay at Diasomnia for the weekend. Silver (and, begrudgingly, Sebek) agree to watch over the small feline. A promise of food is all it takes.

Then, Malleus gathers various things he remembers that you like from your various conversations: tea, biscuits, warm blankets, and a book about gargoyles that you’d wanted to borrow from him.

With that, he sets off to your dorm, announcing that he’ll return the following morning. The fae certainly hopes you won’t mind him spending the night. Either way, he merely wants you to relax. Surely, you won’t turn him away.

Upon arrival, he knocks curtly on the door. While he typically preferred strolls around the quiet forests of Ramshackle, he didn’t mind having a day in at your request. You seem to enjoy cozy things when stressed, so he hopes this is enough.

You soon answer the door, a panicked expression on your face. “Tsunotaro! Have you seen Grim? He ran off earlier, and he didn’t say anything!” you insist. Malleus gives you a simple smile.

“He’s spending time with Silver and Sebek at Diasomnia. My apologies, I thought he left you a message. He’ll be there for the weekend,” Malleus explains. You heave out a relieved sigh, leaning against the door frame.

“Thank the Seven! He really needs to tell me before he runs off… but wait. Really? He’s staying at Diasomnia? Are you sure you don’t mind…?” you ask nervously. Malleus chuckles and shakes his head.

“Lilia is in charge for the weekend. I assure you, he can handle a few unruly creatures. He quite likes the challenge, actually. He doesn’t mind,” Malleus starts. “Actually, I was hoping you’d allow me to stay with you. I’d enjoy your company.”

You regard him with wide eyes for a moment before stepping aside. “Sure, I don’t mind. Come in,” you say. “Ah, but it’s a bit of a mess. I’m sorry— it’s been a hectic week.”

Malleus walks in and glances around. Sure enough, it’s a bit disorganized. Papers are strewn across the floor and judging by the mess of blankets by the table, he’s certain that you’ve been sleeping while studying.

“No need to offer apologies to me, Prefect. Actually, it’s fitting for the topic of conversation I wanted to bring up.” Malleus continues, “from what I’ve noticed, you seem overwhelmed. I’ve even heard that you’ve been falling asleep in class. Are you resting properly?”

He watches as you deflate, walking over to the couch and sinking down into it. With a sigh, you respond.

“I’m glad someone noticed. I’m exhausted, Tsunotaro. Our useless Headmage doesn’t help with overblots or money, so I’ve been working at the Lounge on top of everything else—

“Not to mention, I need to help Grim study so he doesn’t get caught in any dealings with Azul again. With everything going on, I hardly have time to sleep! I’m so tired… I’m really sorry, Malleus. I’ve been so busy that I’ve hardly had time to spend talking with you,” you mumble sadly. Malleus walks over and seats himself next to you.

“Why apologize to me, dear Prefect?” he questions. You huff and lean against him, shutting your eyes.

“I actually enjoy your company, but I’ve been so busy. I’ve skipped so many of our usual late night walks. I miss spending time with you,” you express. Malleus can’t help but give a fond smile in response. He gently runs his fingers through your hair as he hums.

“I’ve felt deprived of your company, but I’ve never once blamed you for such a thing. Don’t you think you’re the last person who owes anyone else an apology? You’re an unwilling participant in all the messes you find yourself in,” Malleus mentions. You sigh quietly.

“That’s true, but if I don’t take care of the overblots, who will? We both know Crowley won’t do a thing,” you mutter, a tinge of bitterness in your tone. Malleus chuckles lightly.

“Forgive me if it came off in this manner, but I wasn’t suggesting that you change your ways. I quite like you the way you are now, even with your needless prying into dangerous trouble,” he teases lightly. “All I’m requesting is that, when you find it’s too much to bear on your own, you allow me to take care of you.”

You pause. Met with silence, Malleus turns to face you, shocked to find your face red with fluster. You let out a shaky breath and smile, looking down.

“Don’t say things so cryptically like that, Tsunotaro. If you do, someone might mistake it for a confession, y’know,” you mumble under your breath. Malleus regards you with a gentle expression, placing a finger on your chin and lifting your head to meet his gaze.

“Perhaps I wish for it to be taken in such a way. Have you considered that? If you’d prefer me to properly court you in order to be convinced, I don’t mind. Though, I thought it’d be best to inform you of my intentions at the very least,” he says with a smirk. You find yourself speechless, unable to tear your eyes away from his gaze.

Malleus awaits your response patiently, and once you find your bearings, you sputter out a response.

“I-I’ve never considered that, but I’d be happy to accept your feelings,” you whisper. “Oh, but no courting— please, I can only handle so much embarrassment. I don’t wanna know how far you’d go if I let you court me.”

Malleus smiles, leaning in to peck your lips softly before pulling back. “I’d only go as far as fae tradition allows. Alas, I’ll respect your wishes. If you accept my feelings, will you allow me to take care of you?” he asks. You return his smile and nod.

“Please. I’d appreciate it, Tsunotaro,” you say. With your permission, Malleus quickly gets to work.

A quick spell organizes the disarray that was once your lounging area. Then, he steeps the tea and prepares the snacks that he brought. He refuses to let you lift a finger to assist, insisting that you remain seated.

Once he pours you a cup, he’s happy to see the way your tense frame relaxes as you take a sip. Your dull eyes regain their shine as you both chatter away about whatever you please.

When he notices you yawn one too many times, he carries you to bed, much to your embarrassment. After changing into more comfortable clothing, he joins you in bed.

Sitting up, he allows you to wrap your arms around his waist and lay in his lap. In one of his hands, he holds the book you’d wanted to borrow, reading the contents aloud to you. With his other free hand, he gently runs away the knots in your back.

Malleus glances down every couple of minutes. Your expression of bliss and comfort brings warmth to his heart. It’s a far cry from your exhaustion earlier, the bags beneath your eyes slowly fading away.

“Mm… Tsunotaro. ‘m gonna fall asleep soon,” you mumble tiredly. Malleus hums in acknowledgment, shutting the book and setting it on the nightstand.

“Then sleep, my dear,” he insists, idly running his fingers through your hair. You shift your body to look up at him.

“Will you stay here? Please?” you ask. Malleus smiles, leaning down to kiss you gently.

“As promised earlier, I’ll remain by your side. When you awaken, I will be here to greet you, so fret not,” he assured gently. You grin, leaning up to steal another kiss before laying back down.

“Alright then. Good night, Malleus. And thank you for helping me.”

Malleus smiles.

“Of course. You needn’t thank me. You’re my dearest treasure, and these simple things are merely proof of that,” he says. He watches quietly as you quietly drift off into slumber, your built up exhaustion finally catching up with you. Smiling, he leans down and kisses your forehead gently, whispering one last thing before falling asleep by your side.

“Good night, dear prefect.”

— fin.

[twstwinnie]

Oh gosh I just stumbled on your writings your writing is so nice!, and I loved in a relationship with jamil and floyd they were so good 😭,im sorry if your getting a buncha these now may I request in a relationship with azul if thats ok?

✎ With You ~ Azul Ashengrotto

summary: the highly requested in a relationship with Azul! usual three categories! crushing, confession, and dating!

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, gn! reader

a/n: I adore azul— this just took me forever bc of writer’s block! but!! here he is! i’ll probably spin a wheel for who I do next, but if you’re curious, the current requested are: jack, epel, sebek, kalim, riddle, jade, and vil! so if you were looking out for them, they’re coming soon! also, i‘ve been considering making a tag list, so yeah! anyway, enjoy azul!! — winnie <3

✎ starry - eyed !

» Azul is the type to vehemently deny any feelings he may have towards you. When you first met, he assumed that his interest in you was nothing more than seeing you as a potential business prospect. He kept a close eye on you, but as time went on, his excuses became feeble in the face of what he felt.

» He’d keep insisting that your meetups are “business research,” even going as far as taking notes after every meeting in hopes to convince himself that that’s all it was. However, as time goes on, he finds that he doesn’t even think about finances or his business when he’s with you. He becomes entirely invested in conversations with you and the happenings of your life.

» Upon realizing that he isn’t doing the “research” he foolishly told himself he was doing, his avoidant tactics only increase in strength. He didn’t like you— he couldn’t.

» He wants to convince himself that it’s bad business to get emotionally involved— that there’s no room for romance in his world, but deep down, he knows it’s all an excuse. Truth be told, Azul is terrified at the prospect of liking you.

» With his history of bullying, Azul doesn’t have much of a positive self-image. The people close to him know that his confidence is fragile, and the bravado he hides behind is built on a foundation of power. However, when it comes to the romance world, Azul is playing on an even field with everyone else that may like you.

» In such a world, Azul fears that he has nothing to offer you.

» You’re kind and generous in a way no one else is. Azul’s underhanded tactics aren’t a suitable offering for you. And if power and money doesn’t appeal to you— what then? What can Azul possibly offer to you? What did he have that made him the most suitable option out of the countless people vying for your hand?

» Nothing. That’s what. That’s why Azul cannot like you. Because if he did, it’d be futile.

» There is no contract. He’d be giving his whole heart to you with no guarantee that you’d give anything in return. He’d leave himself vulnerable to being positively crushed by rejection. He could handle losing in business— such losses came with the field, but in love? Tell him— what proven strategies can be put in place to prevent pain or heartbreak? What insurance is there when your heart is tattered with the pain of rejection?

» There is none, and Azul knows this for certain. However, as time goes on, he finds himself unable to deny his feelings any longer as he spends more time with you.

» You happily listen to his business ramblings, propose event ideas for the Lounge, and you’ve even mastered the art of reigning in the Leech Twins. You fit in so perfectly into his life, but that only terrifies him more. He finds himself scared of losing you, but unable to commit himself to the idea of being infatuated by you.

» In response to this standstill, he draws away from you. This way, he becomes used to your absence instead of your presence. Then, should you learn of his feelings, the rejection won’t feel as harsh.

» What he doesn’t anticipate, however, is that you take notice. You recognize this behavior almost immediately. Not only that, you call him out on it.

» “Azul, why are you avoiding me?” you ask as you walk into the VIP room. Azul pauses, surprised at your sudden presence.

» “I— well… What gave you such an idea?” he questions, attempting to play oblivious. You roll your eyes.

» “Ashengrotto. I know you better than most. I can see through that farce of yours. I’m not mad or anything, I’m just worried,” you say as you sit in front of him. “Is it the lounge? Studying? Do you need my help with something?”

» The gentleness in your tone warms his heart. His face flushes red involuntarily. “What would you want in return?” he questions. You laugh.

» “This again? Nothing, Azul. I just want to help you because I like seeing you happy. So? Did something happen?” you ask, tilting your head curiously. Azul looks away, biting back a fond smile.

» He supposes that, if you’re offering, he might as well get clarification on his situation. Of course, he does so without telling you it’s about you.

» After he explains everything, you hum a bit.

» “Well, why are you so hung up on what you bring to the table?” you inquire. Azul halts.

» “Pardon?” Azul tilts his head.

» “Well, what I mean is that a relationship isn’t transactional, y’know? It’s not about if you can bring ‘power’ or ‘money’ to a relationship. In fact, I’d say that that’s useless,” you insist. Azul hums.

» “Then, what do you suppose is the most important quality?” he asks.

» You smile softly. “Aside from being a decent person? Whether or not the person you like likes you back. I know you don’t like things being out of your control, but that’s the truth. I mean— you like this person because you simply enjoy their company, right? Not because they bring anything to you,” you explain. Azul nods.

» “That… is correct,” he mumbles.

» “Exactly. So, who’s to say it’s any different for them? If they like your company, that’s more than enough. They won’t need power, fame, money, or any of that. In a relationship, you and your effort are enough, Azul.”

» Azul’s eyes go wide as you explain that to him. While yes, it’s a simple concept, it’s something an over thinker like him easily forgets. He can’t help but smile softly and thank you for your advice.

» It’s then and there that he decides he must confess to you. Not only did he already like you, but the way you approached his problem with a level head and a kind demeanor only solidified to him that you completed him. When he approached a situation with logic, you reminded him that sometimes, it was better to be emotional. And when he got too emotional, you grounded him with logic. Above all else, though, you support him through so much.

» And Azul is nothing if not competitive. He refused to lose to someone else. He had to show initiative and confess to you first. If he does, you’d know how serious he is about you.

» With that, he quickly starts drafting up a few ideas.

✎ say the words !

» In the journey to come up with the perfect confession to win your affections, Azul faces many obstacles. The biggest one being his competition.

» Azul tasked Jade and Floyd to keep tabs on people who also sought your companionship. This resulted in the knowledge that, apparently, you were getting confessed to on a near weekly basis. Jade mentioned a few names, but they were all faceless students that he didn’t quite remember.

» While Floyd, with a strangely giddy expression, would always report that you rejected the potential suitor, Azul still became nervous. Would the next confession be a rejection, or would you accept? How would his confession stand out amid so many others? Were you even interested in romance, or did you already have someone else in mind?

» Eventually, Azul decides that collaboration is the best way to go about it. Attempting to find an idea himself is like talking into an echo chamber— it results in no progress. Initially, he turns to the twins for assistance, but they both give him eerie smiles. Instead of helping, they insist that it’s “fun to watch him figure things out,” thus denying any assistance.

» Azul knows he won’t be able to convince them otherwise, so he seeks help elsewhere. He considers a few options: Jamil, Riddle, and Ruggie, but ultimately decides that those are people he’d rather not be open and vulnerable with. Eventually, he settles on discussing the matter with Idia during their club hours. While he was certain the other lacked romantic knowledge, he at least knew that he’d receive brutal honesty in regards to the situation.

» “Idia. I have an inquiry regarding a personal matter,” Azul starts. Idia narrows his eyes at him.

» “Uh… I have no interest in your shady dealings,” he mumbles. Azul huffs.

» “It has nothing to do with my perfectly sound business practices!” Azul shakes his head. “Actually, it has to do with romance.”

» “Huh?! Romance?! Whaaat… so even a shady antagonist can have a heart,” Idia mumbles before continuing. “Uhhh my knowledge doesn’t extend beyond video games. Why bother asking me?”

» “Because I know you’ll be impartial. Anyway, I have a… friend that I’m rather fond of,” Azul starts, but Idia quickly cuts him off.

» “Not to ruin your moment, but I know who you’re talking about. You’ve got low-tier stealth stats. It’s obvious you like them,” Idia mentions with a sigh. “I mean, they’re oblivious to it, but still. I’m guessing you want some s-rank confession to woo them?”

» Azul pauses, shutting his mouth and huffing. “Yes, I want to… ‘woo’ them. I have no idea how, though. I’ve drafted countless ideas, but all of them seem plain. During lunch hardly seems romantic, and the beach seems cliche. I’m at a loss,” Azul admits. Idia stares at him for a few moments.

» “Please tell me this is some weird joke. Are you being real right now?” Idia deadpans.

» “What? I’m hardly joking! I’m truly at a loss. Why else would I request assistance?” Azul mutters. Idia groans.

» “This is like grinding hours for a total OP secret weapon, then not even using it in the final battle,” Idia mumbles. “You have your glitzy lounge, right? Close it for a day and confess there. Seriously, I’m a newbie in romance and I could even think of that.”

» Azul goes silent as he thinks about it. He’d always viewed the Monstro Lounge as nothing more than a business prospect. Though, the atmosphere was certainly ideal. He made sure of it himself. You did quite enjoy studying there, too.

» Azul let out a long sigh. It was so obvious that he almost wanted to slap himself for not seeing it sooner.

» “That is a great idea, Idia. Thank you. I’ll close it down early Friday night, then. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have many preparations to make. And a lifetime of embarrassment to work through for not realizing such a simple solution,” Azul insists, quickly leaving the club room.

» With that, his plan is in motion. Jade and Floyd, while not willing to help him previously, are now willing to help put his plan into motion. They ensure that the Lounge is fully closed that night and pass on the invitation to you. Floyd cooks a specialized menu Azul put together, and Jade helps decorate for the occasion.

» After everything is ready, Azul awaits your arrival nervously. Floyd and Jade keep him company, though mostly tease him for being so clearly anxious.

» “Azul. At this rate, I’m afraid you’ll break the seat with how tightly you’re gripping it,” Jade mentions. Azul straightens, pulling his hands away from the chair he’d been leaning on.

» “Eh? To be fair his nervousness could be faaaaar worse. Imagine if we told him what we saw earlier~” Floyd teases. Azul tenses.

» “Oya, Floyd. We said we wouldn’t mention that to him. Now look at him. He’s even more fearful than before.” Jade smiles simply. Floyd laughs a bit.

» “Ah, well. Too late~ You know, they got confessed to earlier. It was another random bottom feeder, but~ figured it’d be better that you knew,” Floyd sings, smirking. Jade chuckles.

» “It shouldn’t be an issue. I’m certain,” Jade says. Before Azul can pry for details, footsteps echo through the lounge. “Oh? Seems our guest of honor is here. Good luck, Azul.”

» With that, Jade leaves, Floyd following him out. Azul lets out a shaky sigh and turns to face you, putting on his usual expression as you walk over, eyes wide as you take in the decor. Dainty lights were strung overhead and gentle flowers decorated the tables.

» “Wow, this is pretty. I knew you were closing early today, but I had no idea it was for this. What’s the occasion?” you ask with a bright grin. Azul smiles, pulling out your chair for you.

» “There’s no occasion. It’s simply a gift to you,” Azul states, seating himself after you. You give him a teasing smirk.

» “What’s this? Azul Ashengrotto giving me a gift with no strings attached? Color me surprised~” you hum. Azul blushes and rolls his eyes playfully.

» “You're speaking as if this is a one-time occasion. I’ve gifted you plenty in the past, you know. Or have you forgotten my generosity already?” Azul asks, faking a pout. You laugh gently.

» “Of course I haven’t forgotten. I could never forget the generosity and kindness that rivals that of the Sea Witch. I dunno… I guess it almost makes me feel special!” you mention. Azul pauses for a moment before looking at you.

» “It’s because you are special,” he blurts out suddenly. Your eyes widen and you go speechless. For a moment, the silence weighs heavy between you both before he clears his throat.

» “Forgive me… I know you’ve already leant your ear to another for a confession today, but could you listen to one more?” Azul asks softly, vulnerability lacing his tone. You wordlessly nod, keeping your eyes on him. Azul shifts a bit under your gaze but persists.

» “I’ve felt this strong affinity for you for quite some time now. At first, I thought it was just a mutually beneficial friendship, but then… I realized it was more than that. I tried to distance myself out of fear, but you managed to stop me before I could get far. You’ve always been good at recognizing when something’s troubling me.” Azul gives you a fond smile before continuing.

» “You reminded me that relationships don’t need to be transactional. That I’m enough. I greatly enjoy your company. I know you don’t want my money or my power, but it feels wrong to confess empty-handed. So, instead, in this verbal contract, I’d like to offer you two things.

» “First, a promise. I promise to do all in my power to make you happy, and to be a suitable partner. But more importantly, I’d like to offer you my heart. I cherish you more than any other. All I ask for in return… is an answer. Will you accept my confession, and the terms of my verbal contract?” Azul looks at you with bated breath. The air is tense and you don’t say a word, but soon, a few tears slip down your cheeks. Azul’s eyes widen and he rushes to your side.

» Before he can inquire about your well-being, you wrap your arms tightly around him, nuzzling your face in his neck.

» “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for that? Great Seven, I’ve rejected so many people just hoping that you might eventually say something. Yes. Of course I’ll accept. I’d love to be with you, Azul,” you express happily. Azul lets out a relieved sigh, embracing you and reveling in the feeling.

» “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. You have my sincerest apologies,” Azul mumbles. You shake your head, pulling back to smile at him.

» “You’ll always be worth the wait, Azul.”

✎ at last , with you !

» Unsurprisingly, given that they were eavesdropping the entire time, the Leech twins are the first to learn about you and Azul’s relationship. Now that you two are together, they reveal that they’ve known the feeling was mutual the entire time.

» Azul gapes at them, angrily asking why they hadn’t said anything sooner. Naturally, they respond that it’s far more interesting to let these things play out without interference. As irritated as he is at the notion, Azul feels grateful. He feels much more sound in his decision since he had time to truly think it over.

» However, that brings up more curious questions to him. How long have you liked him? Who else knew of your feelings? Was he the only one kept in the dark?

» With a laugh, you express that you’ve liked him for quite some time now. This shocks Azul beyond words, but it also makes him feel elated and secure in his relationship with you. He can’t help but feel just a tad cocky. All of these people were confessing to you, yet you still chose him? It’s quite the phenomenon!

» Of course, as usual, you insist that he’s the phenomenal one. You waited for him because you loved him, and that’s a fact he should never doubt. Azul knows it’ll be a struggle to get past his insecurities fully, but when he’s with you, it feels like that goal is far more manageable.

» As your relationship develops, you two eventually find a nice balance. Azul is still running a business in tandem with his studies, so he gets incredibly busy, but you have your own obligations, too. You’d think that you’d have no time to spend together, but Azul goes out of his way to make time for you.

» Whether you’re silently reading in his office while he works, or he’s going over paperwork in your room while you’re studying, you two always find ways to spend time together. Even if it’s just being together in silence while you’re both working, Azul feels at home. Being in your presence is enough to soothe him.

» However, every so often, your schedules align and you’re able to go on a proper date together. Azul plans these as far in advance as he possibly can. The moment he notices that your free time lines up, he’s planning a proper date with you.

» Azul is (secretly) a hopeless romantic, so he adores having romantic dates with you. When caught up in a cold world filled with emotionless business decisions, it feels nice for him to be able to step away into the warmth of your company. So, his dates reflect that accordingly. Whether it be a private dinner or a stroll beneath the stars, he makes sure every date is one to remember.

» You allow Azul to be himself when he’s with you. He isn’t trying to run a business, make deals, or keep his grades up. There is no facade for him to upkeep when with you. He’s the same, sensitive octomer that he's always been ever since he was young.

» At first, Azul is still weary of being vulnerable around you. After all, you’re his beloved partner! He can’t stand to show a shameless side of himself to you. He wants you to think highly of him. He wants to show you his best. He can’t imagine what you might think of him if he were to show you that younger, weaker side of himself, let alone his merform!

» This all changes after his overblot, though. You easily notice the build-up of stress and the increase in contracts, given that you’re always by Azul’s side. In the beginning, you turn a blind eye to it all, but once your friends get involved, it’s hard for you to play clueless much longer.

» You assist in the plan to take him down, fully expecting Azul to hate you for it. Azul expects much of the same. He took things too far, and he hurt you. When you tried to get him to stop on your own, he didn’t listen. Instead, he pushed himself beyond what he was capable of and showcased the ugliest parts of himself to you.

» When he wakes up, you expect him to be angry. Instead, you’re met with a look of sorrowful shame. Azul can’t meet your gaze, face flushed red and eyes glossy with tears.

» “I-I’m sorry… I’ve shown you something so unsightly and I nearly hurt you,” he mumbles. He mentally braces himself for the breakup— for you to turn away and leave him behind. The worst part about it? He’s powerless to stop you. He’s lost all of his contracts, but he doesn’t care about that anymore if it means losing you, too.

» However, he’s surprised to find that you don’t leave. You let out a relieved sigh, smiling at him warmly.

» “Azul. I’m hurt that you went that far, but I’m more hurt that you didn’t tell me you were struggling so much. I love you. All parts of you. You didn’t show me anything strange. In fact, I’m glad I saw everything,” you explain gently, leaning your head against his.

» Azul regards you with a fragile expression, eyes wide. “You… aren’t leaving? Why? Why stay?” Azul questions. You hum gently, running your fingers through his hair.

» “Because one mistake doesn’t define who you are as a person. You’re still my Azul, even with your past, present, and future mistakes. I love you as is, good and bad. I’m just glad you’re okay,” you mumble. Finally, in such an intimate moment, Azul fully lets his guard down and allows tears to slip.

» “I thought I lost you, too. I don’t care for those petty contracts if it means you’ll no longer love me,” Azul’s voice cracks as he speaks. You gently wipe his tears away, smiling as you pepper his face with gentle kisses.

» “You could never lose me, Azul. My heart is yours. Nothing will change that. Now, come on. You still need to heal, so rest. I’ll be here when you awaken again.”

» Throughout his recovery, you remain dutifully by Azul’s side. He feels incredibly grateful to you for it. You saw the things he tried so hard to erase and accepted him in his entirety. His true form, his pain, his past— none of it phased you. If anything, it gave you a better understanding of him.

» Azul gradually returns to his usual, slightly arrogant self, but you can see the change clear as day. He still uses his usual dealings and business practices, but he no longer uses it as a means of coping with his perceived weakness. Instead, when he does feel that lingering doubt, he turns to you for support.

» And when he’s resting in your arms after a hard day of managing the lounge, he knows that he has no need to hoard power for the sake of protecting himself.

» After all, his heart is in the most capable hands possible.

» He’s yours. And that’s all he’ll ever need.

— fin.

[twstwinnie]

✩ Request for Support! : Various

characters: leona kingscholar, idia shroud

tags: fluff, comfort, mutual pining, gn! reader

desc: after realizing your potential as a leader (and seeing how much his dorm likes you), a certain housewarden asks you to be his vice leader.

a/n: AH. I’m really trying to work on requests but these sets are super long, but I wanted to get smthn out, so here’s a little gift! Something cute that I had in mind for a while! I hope you enjoy it!! — winnie <3

✩ LEONA ~

Leona grits his teeth as he attempts to nap. No matter how hard he tries, the yelling in the dorm lounge is too loud for him to sleep through. His ears twitch and he rolls his eyes.

“Ruggie. Go deal with them,” he demands. Ruggie narrows his eyes.

“I’m not your vice. You’re the Housewarden. You do it. I’m in the middle of doing your laundry. Which, mind you, I get paid to do! Sorry, Leona~” Ruggie snickers in response. Leona clicks his tongue and hauls himself up, skulking towards the dorm lounge.

Before he can speak up and tell the unruly few to pipe it down or take their fight elsewhere, another voice speaks up.

“Oi! What’re you fighting about, huh? What’s so important that you’re making it everyone else’s problem?” a familiar voice demands. Leona’s brows raise curiously and he leans against the doorframe of the lounge. Smirking, his eyes follow you as you walk out from the kitchen towards the two Savanaclaw students who’d been fighting.

He watches in amusement as their heads immediately turn down at your arrival. Your presence was certainly something. You had an aura of power and intelligence that other Savanaclaw members lacked. Their athleticism was no match for you. It was clear in the way you carried yourself.

“It’s nothing!” one of the students insists. You cross your arms.

“Clearly it isn’t. You aren’t fooling anyone,” you mutter. “Besides, if it’s gotten to the point that Jack had to get me, then clearly it’s getting out of hand. So tell me. Are you done? If not, settle your spat outside.”

“We’re done. We don’t need to fight it out— it was a stupid argument anyway,” one of them mumbles.

“Yeah, we’re… ugh… sorry for causing this much of a scene,” the other says. Leona watches as you give them a satisfied smile.

“Hey. Cause a scene outside all you want. The dorm lounge isn’t the place for it, especially at this hour. It’s Leona’s nap time and surely, you’d rather I be the one to tell you to pipe it down?” you remind the pair. They both grimace at the reminder.

“We forgot— you’re right. A scolding from the Housewarden would be…” one of them trails off before shaking their head. Both of them scurry off rather quickly after that. Leona smirks before glancing back over at you.

You watch the pair run off before chucking softly. “Leona. I know you’re watching me,” you say as your gaze settles on him. He gives a smug smile before walking over.

“Thanks for dealing with that headache for me. You’re right, I would’ve been harsher. You should’ve been harsher, too,” Leona mumbles as he hangs his arm off you. You laugh and gently swat him away.

“I’m used to dealing with them. And there’s no need to be harsh. Anyone could’ve handled that. They’re rowdy, not unruly,” you state simply. Leona hums.

“Same shit. But I doubt they’d listen to just anyone. You know how Savanaclaw’s pecking order is. They won’t listen to someone they don’t respect. Clearly, you’ve made a name for yourself while I wasn’t looking. Planning on taking my place, herbivore?” Leona questions teasingly. You bark out a laugh.

“And take on all that extra work? No thanks. I have enough on my plate. I’ll let you keep your title, Leona,” you respond with a smirk. The lion shakes his head.

“You sound like Ruggie when you say that,” he mentions. You glance at him.

“Hm. Makes sense. Only difference is that he gets paid to do shit for you,” you comment. Leona raises a brow.

“Oh? And why do you do shit for me, herbivore? Lookin’ to get paid like Ruggie does?” Leona asks. He almost expects you to respond in the affirmative, but you don’t. Instead, you give him a small smile.

“I happen to like you enough to do things without payment. I’m not struggling for money, either. Maybe I just wanna help out and take a few things off your plate~” you say knowingly. Leona puts on a smug expression, but he can’t help the way his heart warms at your response.

He’s so used to having you around the dorm and putting the more rowdy brats in their place. Honestly, you’ve done more for him than necessary. He questioned it at first, but now he knows that it’s because you care about him. You take on a few extra tasks around his dorm so he can rest that few extra minutes.

The thing is, though, is that he knows you don’t do it because you think he’s an incapable leader. You do it merely because it lets him put his focus on his other responsibilities. Your presence makes him a better leader— a better king. He’d never say that openly, but maybe…

“Oi, why don’t you become my vice?” he asks. You’re taken aback by the sudden question. You narrow your eyes at him for a moment.

“I thought you didn’t want a vice. Didn’t you say it’d make someone feel second to you, and you didn’t want that?” you inquire. Leona huffs out a laugh.

“I’m asking you because I know you wouldn’t be second place to me. You’re the only one capable of being my equal. It has to be you, herbivore. So?” Leona looks at you expectantly. You close your eyes and hum for a moment in contemplation.

“If that’s the case, then what reason do I have to deny? Plus, I’ll get a room upgrade out of it, won’t I?” you reply with a mischievous smirk. Leona rolls his eyes.

“An opportunist, just like Ruggie. Why don’t you just move into my room? We’re supposed to be equals, y’know,” Leona mentions.

“Now this just sounds like a ruse to get closer to me. Are you sure you’re not an opportunist, Kingscholar?”

Leona smirks. “Who knows, herbivore? Either way. You agreed to it knowing that was a possibility, right? You’ll be a great leader regardless of my intentions.

“There’s no backing out now, Vice Housewarden.”

✩ IDIA ~

Idia is in the lounge with a group of his dorm members and you. All of you are working together to do some basic maintenance on Ortho’s systems. While this was usually something he tackled on his own, Ortho insisted on getting help from others, so it became something of a dorm project.

Idia narrows his eyes as he works on a small circuit. He glances over in your direction. “Hey, can you hand me the—”

You quickly cut him off. “Already got it. Here,” you say as you hand him the tool he was about to ask you for. He can’t help but smile a bit. It’s like you could read his mind…

Someone else calls you over, and Idia watches as you walk off in their direction. He pauses for a moment to admire you.

You have a focused expression on your face. You know what you’re talking about— so much so that even the members of his dorm willingly turn to you for advice. Somehow, you’ve gotten a dorm full of shut-ins to open up to you.

Naturally, Idia includes himself in that list.

Initially, he was weary of you, but you always showed interest in his games, technology, projects— everything. You could easily follow along with his, admittedly, nerdy conversation topics. Eventually, you started helping him with smaller projects until it became you being invited to help with just about any project Ignihyde became involved in.

He was a little jealous because sometimes you’d get asked to assist with things that had nothing to do with him, but you always seemed to prioritize his projects over others… It made him wonder.

Was it because he was the Housewarden? Or… did you prioritize him because you liked him?

The thought makes him blush and he quickly pushes it away. There was no way someone like you liked someone like him.

“Nii-san? You seem distracted,” Ortho pipes up from where he’s sitting, awaiting the completion of his upgrades. Idia flinches and coughs awkwardly.

“I-It’s nothing, Ortho,” he mumbles hurriedly. Ortho follows where his gaze was before his eyes brighten.

“You were watching—!” Idia quickly cuts his brother off.

“A normie like them? Yeah, right. I wasn’t watching them,” Idia insists, sounding almost dejected. Of course. Someone like you wouldn’t like someone like him.

Before he can continue on that train of thought, you approach him with a smile.

“Idia, are you done? We finished up the rest of the components. If you and Ortho are ready, we can start installation and diagnostics,” you say with a kind smile. Idia jumps a bit before turning to you. The tips of his hair go pink.

At this very moment, he hopes you can’t read minds, considering you showed up right when he was thinking about you (though, he thought about you all the time, so maybe it wasn’t that much of a coincidence).

“Y-Yeah! I’m ready. Ortho?” Idia asks as he turns towards his younger brother. Ortho beams.

“All set!” he chimes. You return a bright smile and help Idia install the new components. All of it feels so natural to him. You, by his side and helping him with Ortho. He can tell that his brother adores you just as much, too.

“Installation complete! I’ll start running diagnostics with the others,” you say softly, turning back to the screens and typing away. Idia’s eyes linger on you, sighing as he watches you.

“They’re kinda like Ignihyde’s Vice Housewarden, right?” Ortho pipes up from where he’s sat, wires attached to him as you run tests.

“Huh…? What do you mean?” Idia asks.

“They make your Housewarden duties easier! They help with Ignihyde’s projects, make sure you show up to meetings, and deal with the other forms for you! Plus, the rest of Ignihyde seems to like them! They have a 99.9% approval rating, according to our dorm!” Ortho explains. Idia sighs.

“Why would they want to work with me, though?” Idia mumbles.

“According to the data I’ve collected, there’s a high chance that they work with you because they enjoy your company, nii-san!” Ortho insists. Idia feels his face flush red, pink creeping up his blue hair.

“What?! There’s no way! I’m a total shut in! That’s like saying the protagonist falls in love with some meaningless side character! It makes no sense!” Idia sputters, but before his brother can respond, he hears a soft laugh from behind him.

“Ortho’s right, y’know. I enjoy your company,” you say from behind him. Idia lets out a soft yell as he turns around to face you.

“WH— are you some ninja? How’d you sneak up on me like that?” Idia asks. You shake your head.

“I called you a few times. You seemed distracted, though. The tests are done, though. Everything’s working properly!” you chime happily. You approach Ortho and remove the connectors and wires. “How do you feel, Ortho?”

“I feel great! Thank you for the hard work!” his brother responds brightly. Idia’s gaze softens.

You’ve always been so kind to Ortho, too. Most people don’t bother with his brother, but you… you’re different.

You said yourself that you enjoy his company, and Ortho’s words from earlier lingered in his mind. Would it be so bad to have you there by his side all the time?

“Hey… I have a question— if you think it’s total cringe you can just pretend I never asked,” Idia mutters. Ortho’s eyes sparkle knowingly as he looks between you both.

“I doubt it’ll be cringe, Idia. What is it?” you ask curiously. Idia wrings his hands together nervously.

“Do you wanna be Ignihyde’s Vice Housewarden?” Idia asks quickly.

“Sure! Why not?” you chime.

“I knew I was a loser to ask, I’m so sorry for exposing you to that cri— Wait. What?!” Idia’s eyes widen in shock. You laugh a bit.

“Did you really think I’d say no? A bunch of other people were bringing it up. Ortho asked me, too, so I figured it was a matter of time before you did. Plus, I’ll be like your player two!” you insist. Idia gives a small smile and sighs.

“Okay, what I said was pretty bad, but that player two bit was S-Tier corny,” he mentions. You hum.

“Guess I’m lucky you like me, then?” you tease. Idia feels his breath hitch.

“Who told you— I didn’t—!” He watches as you laugh and shrug.

“I’m just saying~! You must like me if you made me your vice, right?” you say with a small smirk. Ortho stifles a laugh beside you. Idia rolls his eyes at your antics before giving a faint, fond smile.

“Uh-huh. Don’t get too cocky and make me regret it,” Idia insists.

Deep down he knows, though.

He’ll never regret this decision.

It brought you closer to him, after all.

— fin.

[twstwinnie]

♚ With You ~ Lilia Vanrouge

summary: in a relationship with Lilia! usual three categories: pining, confession, and dating! while this should be a given, I’ll say it explicitly here: the reader is an adult in this given Lilia’s age <3 whether they’re a third year like Leona, or the prefect, is up to you as the reader!

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, gn! reader

a/n: OK SO. this was a request from the comments (I do read those!) also, i was inspired to write for Lilia because I have a friend who really loves him, and i too love the bat boy! so, consider this a sort of love letter to Lilia as a character! For requests, Sebek is likely next, though feel free to lmk what y’all wanna see in asks/comments! enjoy!! special thanks to my beloved Lilia lovers for giving me inspo xx — winnie ♥︎

♚ starry - eyed !

» Unlike many other students at NRC, Lilia is one of few who’s fully aware of how he feels about you. He’s been alive long enough to recognize the signs— a quickened heartbeat, his eyes lingering on you for a few moments too long, even the way he seeks out your company in his free time.

» While, yes, he’s aware of his feelings, he’s stopped dead in his tracks by fear. It’s such a silly thing to him, really, but he can’t help it. He finds himself afraid that his lifespan might scare you off. Sure, he’s probably not got very long left, but in comparison to your human lifespan— it’s still quite a bit longer. Would you be alright with that? Or would his practical immortality be a dealbreaker?

» He knows that you accept him despite your difference in species, but would that translate if he was romantically interested? He hasn’t a clue, and so he’s bitten his tongue about how he truly feels— hiding behind a mask of teasing and jokes for the time being.

» Yes, teasing. No amount of reservations towards confessing could ever stop Lilia from teasing you. If anything, it only causes his teasing to increase, eventually evolving into something a bit more flirtatious.

» When you’re engrossed in any type of study at the library, he’ll appear in front of you, floating upside down with a wide grin on his face. When you jump back, startled, he merely laughs and comments on how cute you look when you’re focused.

» Sometimes, when you’re walking to class or back to your dorm, he’ll jump out and hug you from behind, near-tackling you to the ground. And though you’re always startled, you always know it’s Lilia hugging you. You’ll just let out a laugh, turn around, and hug him right back. The first time it happened, Lilia couldn’t help his shocked expression, easily melting into your warmth. Now, it’s exactly what he wants and expects when he does this. After all, hearing your laughter and gentle tone as you return his hug is always worth it to him.

» Despite all of this, though, he can’t find it in him to confess— convinced that you two are better off as friends. Who knows what the future holds? Human lives are already so delicate— would it truly be worth it for what’ll feel like a flash of happiness?

» This point comes up when he’s playing online games with Idia. Honestly, he doesn’t quite expect the conversation to take such a turn, but it does.

» “Red, you’ve been a lot less active lately. Kind of an L… but I guess it’s to be expected since you’ve got that partner of yours. Meh. At least you seem happier,” Idia comments. Lilia audibly hums, hands pausing on his keyboard.

» “Ah, you’re mistaken, Shroud. They aren’t my partner— just a friend! Much like you!” Lilia chimes. Idia lets out a quiet, disgruntled sound on the other end.

» “Uh, yeah, pass. We aren’t friends like that. I’m not blind, Lilia. Everyone sees how you look at them. If you were like that with me I’d be weirded out… but uh, why haven’t you told them anyway?” Idia idly questions, and Lilia sighs.

» “Well, us fae have prolonged lifespans. I can imagine that’d be a dealbreaker for most. I’m fine just being their cutest friend!” Lilia hums, but he can practically hear Idia’s eyes roll from the other end.

» “That’s a load of BS. Look, I’m not good at IRL romance, but from what I’ve seen in games, love interests get totally peeved when you try deciding things for them! The, uh… fae-immortality thing. Have you ever even talked to them about it?”

» That made Lilia pause. Well, he supposed he hadn’t really mentioned it to you… but he’d always assumed based on what he’d heard from so many others that you’d believe the same. Before he could respond, Idia continued.

» “And like, OP immortality stuff aside, that last line is a total lie. Are you really fine being stuck all friend-zoned? Can you handle someone else sweeping them away from you? And in the future, what if you aren’t even close? I doubt losing the route is better than, I dunno, trying?” Idia mumbles. Lilia takes a moment to process before letting out a bright laugh.

» “You should speak your mind like this more, Idia,” Lilia mentions.

» “In person? Uh, yeah, no way.”

» The conversation sticks with him, though. Idia is right. Lilia can never possibly know how you feel unless he confesses to you. Even if the future may be uncertain, the thought of losing you— of no longer having you by his side— wasn’t worth it. If confessing meant he’d have a chance to stay with you for the rest of your life, then he’d risk it.

» He’d never met anyone as kind, caring, and understanding as you. Not only did you listen to his many stories from his lifespan, you never doubted any of it for a second. You always give his cooking a try even though you know it’ll be less than edible, but you never judge him. You give him pointers, help him in the kitchen, and dutifully support him in his improvement. Sometimes, you’ll cook for him when he’s a bit too tired to give it another shot.

» You happily joke with him, tease him, compliment him, and spend time with him without a care for what his status used to be. When people warn you of “Diasomnia’s Powerful Vice Housewarden,” you look the other way. You don’t see his titles, his power— you just see him. You adore him not because he could crush you in an instant, but because you’ve become friends with the playful fae that he is.

» In his entire life, he’s met very few people as kind as you. However, you’ve been the one of the only ones to see and embrace all sides of him. Whether he’s fighting for his loved ones, or on stage with the rest of the Light Music club— you accept him.

» In the past, he’s made the mistake of letting go of the ones he loves. Because he thinks it’s better for them— because he feels that he’s dangerous or a dealbreaker. This time, he’s determined to do things differently.

» He wants it to be your choice. You’ve respected him and his choices, so he owes you the same treatment. This time, it’ll be different.

» He’ll confess to you properly and hear your answer. He just hopes it’s the one he also wants to hear.

♚ say the words !

» Lilia hasn’t properly confessed to someone in ages. He isn’t above asking for help should he need it, but it’s more of a matter of who to ask. Surely not his fellow Diasomnia members— they didn’t have as much romantic experience. Idia’s knowledge extends only to virtual games, so eventually, he settles on asking his clubmates.

» When he presents his issue, he’s surprised to find Cater gaping at him, Kalim equally as shocked. Just as Idia had, they assumed that you were already dating him. (Just how many people thought this?)

» After their shock subsided, Cater was more than happy to assist, along with Kalim. Lilia’s courting knowledge was vast, but much of it was outdated. He didn’t want to scare you off, so he wanted to learn some of the more modern methods of courtship.

» Though, both of the suggestions he received fell flat. Cater suggested a very Magicam worthy date, while Kalim suggested a carpet ride of sorts. They both offered to assist with their respective ideas, but Lilia couldn’t accept. None of it felt right. While he was sure both ideas would impress you, it didn’t feel authentic.

» As much as Lilia loved to tease, he wanted this confession to be serious— to be personal. He didn’t want to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. Eventually, he asked Silver for help. Surely, he’d have some insight considering how well he knew Lilia.

» “Have you considered just using one of the methods you already know, father?” Silver asks with a tilt of his head.

» “I’m afraid all of my methods are rather outdated for this day and age, Silver,” Lilia muses. Silver responds with a small sigh and shakes his head.

» “So? They know who you are already, right? Even if the method’s a little outdated, it’ll be true to yourself. They’ve gotten to know you, so I doubt they’d expect something modern anyway,” Silver finishes. Lilia’s eyes widened and he smiled. Of course, how could he forget?

» You already knew of his vast experiences across countless years. Perhaps, trying to adapt to a modernity he was unfamiliar with simply wasn’t right. He’d confess to you in a way that felt true to him. He was certain you’d understand.

» Eventually, Lilia settled on something true to his Briar Valley roots. Rather traditional, but it was still romantic to him. He’d enchant a briar rose, wrap it in the twine from a spinning wheel, and seal it in a glass case. Then, when the moon was high in the sky, he’d present it to you. Should you return his feelings, the rose would live on. If not, it would wilt away.

» The story such a tradition originated from resonated with him. Someone beautiful and bright falling for someone considered a monstrous outcast. It was quite touching. He wasted no time in gathering his materials, going as far as to travel back home for a moment to find the most beautiful rose for the confession.

» Once finished, he enchanted the rose, imbuing it with his magic— his wish to be with you for the rest of your eternity. Then, the briar rose was tied with twine and sealed away into the glass case. With a smile on his face, he waited as night fell, then sought you out.

» Luckily, your light was on, though dim through your window. Tapping lightly on the glass, he tested to see if you were awake. The sudden noise startled you, but you knew only one person who could possibly visit you this late at night. And enter through your window, no less!

» “Lilia? It’s late, why are you here?” you question in a hush tone, moving to the side to allow him entry into your room. He slips in, grinning as he presents you the rose.

» “As is Briar Valley tradition, I can only present this to you at night. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion,” Lilia says, watching your expression carefully. Your eyes widen as you take the encased rose, observing it closely.

» “It’s beautiful. What’s the occasion? Did something happen?” you ask with a light laugh as you scan the flower. Before he can answer, your eyes widen as you seemingly put the pieces together.

» “Wait… you’ve mentioned this. This is a Briar Rose, right? The string wrapped around it… the glass… Briar Valley tradition— ah! Are you…?” your voice trails off as your face flushes. Lilia merely grins, eyes glinting with mischief.

» “Am I what, dearest?” he questions with a teasing tone. You shake your head and laugh, covering your face a bit.

» “Is this… a confession?” you whisper. Lilia’s eyes soften and he approaches you, placing his hands over yours as he peered into the glass at the rose.

» “How observant. You really do listen to me! This is a confession. I’m terribly in love with you. You’ve invaded my every thought before I could think to stop you! So I’ve decided to tell you. I know my nature can be a bit… alarming, but I wanted to tell you anyway. Silly, isn’t it?” Lilia says softly.

» “It isn’t silly, Lilia. And of course it’s mutual. For as omnipotent as you tend to be at times, you’re a little clueless, aren’t you?” you respond with a warm laugh. Lilia looks at you and tilts his head.

» “What do you mean?” he asks.

» “I’ve liked you for a long time now. Have you ever noticed my advances? I don’t treat you like I treat my other friends, y’know! Plus, the whole immortality thing doesn’t scare me… no part of you ever could,” you say. Lilia processes for a moment before beaming with a sharp grin.

» “Oh really? You’ll be stuck with me for quite some time? Are you truly ready to have such a cute, wonderful partner for the rest of your life?” he teases. You merely smile, placing the rose to the side. Pulling him into a tight hug, you gently nod.

» “I’ve been ready for quite some time now. I’m more than happy to call you mine.”

» Lilia melts into your embrace and lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding in. All of his memories of you come flooding into his mind. He’d been too afraid of judgment to notice at the time, but now he could see it— the way you reserved your brightest smiles for him. The way you’d gently lean into his side when sitting together— even the way you’d watch after Silver on his behalf.

» You’d loved him for quite some time, and now he could finally say that you were his. He’d have you by his side— and he could look towards the future with no regrets, knowing you’d be there.

♚ at last, with you !

» After you two officially start dating, Lilia acts more or less the same, however, in addition to his usual teasing, he becomes a lot more comfortable being openly affectionate with you.

» Are you walking beside him? His hand is intertwined with yours, then. Just sat down with your friends for lunch? Expect him to hug you from behind and kiss your temple as a greeting. Are you having a study session? Well Lilia’s there, leaned against your side and resting against you as you work. Lilia loves affection, so he gives you plenty of it.

» While he usually initiates any affection, if you ever initiate it first, it makes him incredibly happy. If you reach for his hand first, or greet him with a kiss, he always gets a wide grin and teases you about it. He’ll joke that you actually do love him, and that you must be head over heels for him to initiate such sweet affection. Once he manages to get your face to flush under his relentless teasing, he’ll let up and ask you to do whatever affection you initiated again.

» With how touchy he is, it’s only natural that people find out that you two are actually dating now. Because of your increased presence in Diasomnia, Silver, Malleus, and Sebek are quick to find out.

» Silver and Malleus are entirely supportive. Silver can visibly see how happy you make his father. Lilia spends less time alone nowadays, so Silver doesn’t have to worry about him as much anymore. He knows you’re a great match for Lilia given how much you care for him. Plus, your cooking is easily much better than his dad’s, but hey! Your presence has also made Lilia’s food more tolerable, so Silver’s content.

» Malleus is glad that Lilia’s found someone who respects him, but also accepts his more peculiar aspects. It’s something Malleus often struggled with himself, typically only having Lilia to turn to. In you, Lilia has found a partner, but Malleus has also found a cherished friend. You respect him, invite him out, and listen to him just as you do with Lilia. With such a kind soul, it’s only natural Lilia was drawn to you. So long as you two take care of one another, Malleus is certain that it’s a bond that’ll last a long time.

» Sebek is a different story. He’s at war with his internalized hatred against humans. He wants to respect Lilia’s choice, but he struggles to understand why at first. So, at the beginning he’s weary— closely watching your every move. Instead of finding flaws, he comes to realize why Lilia chose you. You don’t use him for his power, you engage with him and his hobbies, and you even watch after Malleus and Silver. With time, Sebek warms up to you. Of course he does! Perhaps, not all humans are bad. You’ve certainly proved that to him.

» His dormmates’— well, family’s approval is all that Lilia needs to know he’s made the best decision possible for himself. You fit right into his small family, as if you were always meant to be there. You fit right into his life, actually.

» You’re always in the crowd during his Light Music club performances. During the Magift tournaments, you’re in the crowd, cheering his name. Even when he finds himself busy with schoolwork, you’re there— sitting across from him as you work on your own assignments. He’s become so used to your presence in his daily life, but he does love dates with you, as well.

» Designated time to spend with one another. Naturally, he very much enjoys spending time alone with you. More often than not, you two have date nights in. Playing games, watching movies, staying up— it’s all a bit juvenile, but Lilia’s proud of his childish side. Plus, as long as you’re having fun, then it’s worth it.

» He loves those nights so much. Laying side by side after the movies are over, curled up together and having hushed conversation. It’s his favorite. You’ll share your dreams— your aspirations in the dark of the night. Lilia shares his experiences, the things he’s seen that he can’t wait to show you. It helps him visualize the vast future you both have ahead of you— the experiences he has yet to have. It makes him excited, but as much as he wants to see it, he’s content with time passing slowly by your side. As long as he’s with you, he’s happy.

» However, for as much as you two play around, for as much as you both cause chaos together— it isn’t all bright and sunny. Lilia is prone to painful nightmares— memories of his past dredging up and meshing with his recent memories. He’ll dream of losing Silver, Sebek, Malleus— even you— to a war much like the one he’d experienced. During those nights, he’s lucky if he gets even a single hour of sleep.

» You always seem to notice, though. In the morning, you’ll see his tired expression. No matter how much he tries to cover it with a grin, you see right through him. You never judge him or pity him, though. You merely guide him back to his room— school forgotten in favor of a day of healing. You’ll lay him down, remaining by his side as you run your fingers through his hair.

» “I’m here, and you aren’t gonna lose me. We’ve still got a lifetime ahead of us. You can rest. I’ll be here by your side when you wake up.”

» Your soothing words always put a smile on his face. He’ll hold you a little tighter as he drifts back to sleep, knowing that you’ll be there to comfort him should his nightmares wake him up again. On the days that his terrors do startle him awake again, you’re right there— gently rubbing circles into his back as he tells you what he saw. No matter how horrifying the nightmare, your smile remains as you comfort him— assure him that it won’t happen. Lilia will not lose you.

» You’ll always lighten the mood after, teasing him and insisting that he cannot be rid of you that easily. It always puts a smile on Lilia’s face, causing him to quirk a brow and question as to whatever could’ve possessed you to think that’d he’d want you gone?

» After some shared laughter as well as a few playful fights, Lilia manages to relax, night terrors long forgotten in favor of your warmth and comfort.

» Your comfort is so important to him. Of course, he loves being reassured that you won’t go anywhere, but it goes deeper than that.

» At NRC, Lilia is regarded as a terrifying fae with extensive abilities. Though he frequently jokes about his age, there are very few who actually believe him. Most think he’s merely joking— thus his struggles often go unnoticed. After all, someone that powerful couldn’t possibly be affected by loss after experiencing so much of it, or, he must be lying! He looks far too young to have been in any sort of war!

» As much as he tends to laugh it off, it gets to him. He’s forced to hold back— unable to express that emotional side of him. All people see is the conniving, teasing third year. If he ever expressed his painful experiences from his past, he’d likely be called a liar. In truth, he isn’t. And loss doesn’t hurt any less just because he’s strong. The sting of loss hurts just as much the first time as it does countless times after.

» And you understand that. You believe him. With a gentle smile and soft affection, you show him that while his experiences have made him stronger, it doesn’t mean he has to be immune to pain or fear. You show him that he doesn’t need to always hide away behind a facade of playfulness around you. You’re always there to listen, should he need the space to talk.

» For that, Lilia is grateful. You’re willing to share his best and worst moments, and you do so without pitying him or doubting him. You love him dearly. Teasing, serious, even a little scary— all are sides of him that you adore.

» For Lilia, that’s important. Because he knows he has a limited amount of time left, and that your time is limited, as well. For you to be so willing to dedicate that time to him— it’s quite beautiful.

» And with whatever time Lilia has left, he plans to do just the same.

» For you are the very embodiment of the future he hopes to live. And so long as that briar rose he confessed with remains bloomed, he knows that you feel the exact same.

— fin.

[twstwinnie]

Hi I absolutely love the way you write and I’ve been sorta stalking your page. So I decided to ask a request something similar to the Rook request you did but with Ruggie instead ofc you don’t have to and hope you have a good day <<<3

here’s the other anon ask for Ruggie! finally completed! for you, lovely! || ☀︎

[twstwinnie]

could you write a relationship HC with ruggie pls 🥺🥺🥺

weeee I finally did it! for u, lovely! || ☀︎

[twstwinnie]

holyyyy shhhh i found ur acc and i LOVE LOVE LOVE the way u characterise all the characters 💕 i was wondering if you could do the relationship headcanon's (like the one for jamil) but for ruggie 🥺🥺

☀︎ With You ~ Ruggie Bucchi

summary: in a relationship with Ruggie! The usual categories: pining, confession, and dating!

tags: fluff, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, gn! reader

a/n: aaaa finally back! I’m so sorry for the delay, darling readers. I’ve been having a tough time irl, and have to put on a smile n tough it out despite being sick n such since I’ve got a lot of people relying on me !! I haven’t been able to catch much of a break! But I’m back, my lovely humans. I miss you all— you’re my absolute favorites. I’m happy to be writing again! After much requests for Ruggie, he’s finally here! Thank u anon, I’m glad you enjoy this series— enjoy Ruggie’s content! ~ winnie ♥︎

☀︎ starry - eyed !

» Ruggie is a bit conflicted at first when he meets you. You spend a lot of time around him, help him out with small, menial tasks— surely you want something from him? You must be doing it to get some sort of favor— that’s how most people in this world are. However, as much as he persists and asks, you always respond the same.

» You merely do it to make his life easier— to help him. He doesn’t believe it at first, but that doesn’t stop you from assisting him where you can. Slowly, Ruggie starts to trust you. With that trust, he slowly opens up.

» Before he’s even aware of it, you’ve become someone Ruggie’s able to be completely honest with. You’ve become someone he can rely on— and that’s a lot for him.

» He’s used to being self sufficient— used to doing things for himself. This is the first time he’s ever found another person to truly rely on. No repayment— no underlying motive— just… pure trust and friendship. Yes— friendship.

» The word is strangely foreign to him. He’s used to his relationships being contractual— mutually beneficial in a way that’s tangible. Money, favors, chores— that’s what serves as the basis for many of his relationships. However, with you, it’s different.

» He doesn’t get anything… yet he still finds himself happier by your side. There is no contact, no money, no exchange… but he gets so much from spending time with you. He just can’t quite explain what it is.

» Heartbeat quickening in your presence, going out of his way to help you— slowly, he begins to understand what you said to him originally. Doing things purely to make someone’s life easier. Ruggie begins to realize that… seeing you smile is enough payment for him. The fact that you’re happy? The fact that you thank him— give him a warm hug and light kiss on the cheek as thank you— it fulfills him in a way that other forms of payment never do.

» At first, he’s insistent that it’s nonsense. He’s reading too much into it because it’s his first friendship—! But that doesn’t hold up. It was a hell of a flimsy excuse to begin with, after all.

» However, he isn’t the one to actually take notice. One day, he’s in the kitchen cooking himself dinner for the day, but there’s two boxes of tupperware on the counter. Behind him, Kalim walks in, presumably searching for Jamil. He spares a glance at the hyena and says something that shows how scarily observant he can be.

» “Oooo— are you cooking for your friend, too?” Kalim questions, gesturing to the two tubs on the counter. Ruggie tenses immediately. Usually people brush it off as him making extra food for himself— how did Kalim…?

» Ruggie lets out a small huff. A little embarrassed at being caught, he sputters out an excuse, “It’s only because I accidentally made extra! I usually don’t do this for free, ya know!”

» Kalim simply smiles. “You smile a lot when you think about them while you’re cooking. Plus you keep looking at your phone! Waiting for a text? I’m sure it’ll come, Ruggie!” Kalim chides and trots off. The hyena beastman is left in complete shock. Kalim read him like a book— or rather, he was being… a lot more obvious about it than he thought.

» Finally, that question breaches his mind. He does prioritize spending time with you. You help him study, treat him to a meal when he does well on tests— you attend his magift practices and games… Hell! You even visit him at work! He spends so much time with you, yet his heart still beats faster at the thought of spending even more time with you. Outside of school functions and work— he wants to spend every minute he has free with you.

» He feels heat rise to his face— immediately, he realizes just how deep he’s in this.

» Ruggie adores you. Not just as a true friend— but something more. He’s grown to love you dearly, but how is he meant to breach that subject with you? Would you consider him… at all? Could you feel the same?

» Well, Ruggie does know one thing. He has to try. Nothing will happen if he sits around. At the very least, he has to put the work in and confess to you properly.

» He can only hope now that you’ll accept his affections. Because he’s never felt this way with anyone before.

☀︎ say the words !

» Given that this is probably Ruggie’s first serious crush, he’s woefully unprepared. How should he confess? Should he set up a date? But wouldn’t asking you on a date be equivalent to confessing— he was absolutely lost.

» For a while, he questions if he should ask for advice. But then follows the question— who? Who should he ask for advice from? His peers? Surely not. Let that information slip and he’s positive people are going to try using it against him! Leona, maybe? Well… something tells Ruggie that advice from the lazy lion probably wouldn’t be the most thoughtful. He’d probably just say something general to get the hyena off his back.

» He ponders on it for a bit, but then he realizes who’d be perfect to ask. His grandma. She’s been around— and he values her opinion more than anything. Maybe then, he’d be able to get her approval and a good way to confess!

» The moment he has the time, he calls her. It’s a bit hard, since he spends most of his time with you, but he manages to find time when you’re off studying with some of the other second years. Ruggie is completely nervous. His grandmother is all he has. And Ruggie’s never felt this strongly for anyone before. It was all new to him.

» Despite his craftiness and his many talents— this was not one he had experience in. Admittedly, it left him a bit… flustered. Regardless, he was ready to learn the ropes for you.

» When she finally picks up, what happens next is a mix of an interrogation and a heartfelt conversation. She asks for just about every detail possible on you, and Ruggie becomes really nervous for a second— what’ll she think? Is he in over his head?

» But then, she laughs; says that Ruggie “picked a keeper,” and that makes his heart swell in pride and joy. Her advice to him is simple:

» “Don’t do something just because you think it’s the right way to confess. It’s dishonest. Do what you will, but you better make damn sure it’s you.” She explains. Ruggie takes the advice in stride, insisting that he’ll make sure he stays true to himself— to who he is. Because putting on a false act to impress you…? His grandma was right— that’s dishonest.

» Of course, he’s used to bending the truth for his benefit, but things are different with you. Lying feels like poison if he ever has to direct it your way. So he won’t do that to you. Because you’re friends with who he truly is— confessing as anyone other than himself would be unheard of.

» As much as Ruggie enjoys small luxuries— the flashy lifestyle just isn’t who he is. At his very core, he’ll always be the boy from the slums— the one who grew up with a tight-knit community— the one who’s a lot softer than he lets on. That’s who he is, and who you know him as. So, with that, he settles on something simple.

» He’ll invite you to cook with him. Then, when you both sit down to eat— both an absolute mess from working in the kitchen— he’ll confess. He doesn’t even bother to script out what he’ll say. He wants every second of it to be genuine.

» As the day approaches, pretty much everyone notices the extra pep in his step. Leona mumbles that he’s “sunnier than usual,” Azul gives him a questioning glance when he’s working the lounge that afternoon, even Kalim (so scarily observant) gives him a knowing smile when he sees Ruggie humming happily to himself.

» Then, the night finally comes. He strikes a deal with Leona to keep people out of the Savanaclaw kitchen for a few hours and invites you over. He meets you at the Mirror Chamber and can’t help the way his heart flutters. You greet him with a warm smile, sticking to his side as he leads you into his dorm. Once you’re in the common kitchen, all hell breaks loose in the best way possible.

» You work wonders alongside him in the kitchen, but ingredients are still playfully flicked at one another. You get flour on your face, and Ruggie laughs as he simply smears it more across your cheek. The kitchen’s atmosphere is nothing short of warm and fuzzy— absolutely loving.

» Once your meal is finished, the kitchen is a mess, but you’re both in high spirits, laughing and snickering alongside one another. You begin to eat, humming at the spiced, flavorful fish before you. Ruggie smirks widely in pride— boasting about how it's a recipe from home. Casual conversation floats between you both, but soon, Ruggie grows quiet as he observes you.

» Before he realizes it, the words just come out.

» “It’d be nice for everyday to be like this, y’know?” He whispers. You pause, scanning his features with wide eyes. Ruggie blushes, averting his gaze— quick to clarify his… rather vague confession.

» “It’s because I like you! Jeez, do I really need to spell it out for ya?” He mutters. Your silence unsettles him, but then you burst into bright laughter, hiding your mouth as your shoulders shake.

» “Sorry— Sorry! I’m just… I was literally just questioning if now would be a good time to confess and then you pull that out. I’m happy, really. I like you too.” You respond. Ruggie can’t help the smile that rises to his face.

» “Really? Finally! I can call you mine!” He chides teasingly. You smile playfully and let out a dramatic hum.

» “Actually wait— what’s in it for me?” You tease in return. Ruggie rolls his eyes and leans against you dramatically.

» “My loyalty, love, and attention! Is that not payment enough?” He sighs in feigned dismay. You nudge him playfully and shake your head.

» “It’s absolutely priceless. Now eat, my loyal hyena.” You insist and he smiles and digs in.

» Idly, he reaches over and intertwines his fingers with yours across the table. As the night slowly comes to a close, the weight of it all finally settles.

» You're his, and Ruggie, yours. The warmth he feels is indescribable, but he knows one thing for certain. He wouldn’t trade it away for the world.

☀︎ at last , with you !

» When you two finally get together, you don’t really have to tell anyone for people to take notice. You’re both two peas in a pod— spending plenty of time with one another. Of course, it isn’t all the time, but certainly enough time in public for your peers to notice.

» Unsurprisingly, Leona is the first to notice. Ruggie’s doing his daily tasks on Leona’s behalf, but when the hyena walks into his room, he notices him snickering, presumably conversing with someone in the hallway. His ears flick, and he barely picks up the sound of your voice. When Ruggie walks in, he raises a curious brow.

» “So that’s why you’ve been so sunny recently. Explains a lot.” Leona casually comments. Ruggie, at first, takes it negatively, but the lion closes his eyes and smirks a bit.

» “Nice to know you’ve got someone taking care of you too, Bucchi.” Leona states. Ruggie is left speechless, clearing his throat and covering his fluster the best he can. He jabs back that he can take care of himself, but it’s hard to ignore the fact that he’s smiling. Leona approves, of course. He knows that the hyena runs himself ragged, and he cares a lot more than he lets on. He’s relieved that it happened. He knew it would eventually, but Leona’s glad it happened sooner rather than later.

» Aside from Leona, the Leech twins and Ashengrotto also take notice. You seem to only come in when Ruggie is working, and although you don’t distract him, Azul can’t help but notice the extra work Ruggie puts in when you’re around. He’ll work faster and harder— almost always managing to get things done an hour earlier. Then, he leaves with you. Unlike Leona, though, Azul doesn’t comment on it. Neither do the twins.

» However, Azul has learned that it’s a good idea to schedule Ruggie on particularly busy days… then sends you a coupon. Almost like magic, those days become a lot more manageable. Despite his work behind the scenes, he knows that both yourself and Ruggie are aware of what he does, but simply don’t mind it. You know that Ruggie appreciates the job, and he appreciates having you there to motivate him to work harder. Though your relationship isn't contractual, it does have mutually beneficial moments, naturally. This just happens to be one of them.

» Beyond work and school, you and Ruggie spend plenty of time together. Playful, fun dates running around— you cheering him on at his magift games— plenty of fun is had. Especially cooking together in the kitchen— Bright and early to make breakfast together, and later at night to make dinner. Typically, you spend lunch with your own friends, however— you do make exceptions from time to time— unspoken, yet much needed exceptions.

» On those days that Ruggie has heavy bags under his eyes, a little hunched over from a late night either spent studying, or failing to sleep— no matter the cause, those are days you spend lunch together. Ruggie never wants to pull you away from your friends (as boastful as he is, he cares for you deeply) so you always have to initiate these moments— and that you do.

» You’ll gently tug his sleeve, lead him out of the cafeteria after he’s finished eating. Then, you both go to a secluded part of campus and rest beneath a tree. Ruggie lays his head on your shoulder and catches up on sleep while you run your fingers through his hair. Sometimes, he’s entirely silent. Other days, he divulges his deepest worries and insecurities.

» He’s worried he won’t make enough money to bring food back home. He’s worried that his community is struggling— that he isn’t enough. Behind his prideful, boastful mask, he worries for the well-being of those he loves most. He’s scared of losing them. Naturally, he grew up with so little in the slums. Community is incredibly important— and he’s always so scared of losing that. Sometimes, he loses sleep over it.

» Ruggie has never had anyone to share his worries with, so he quickly realizes just how grateful he is to have you. Because on the days where he struggles, you whisper sweet reassurances. You tell him that he’s enough— offer to help him in any way possible. You help him make more money just to quell his worries, offer to sleep alongside him at night to fend off late-night anxieties— anything for him. You never expect compensation or apologies— just Ruggie’s love. That’s it. And he’s happy to oblige.

» You support him in ways no one has before. You visit home with him, meet the people who molded his very being, and help care for them in the same way he does. Because if Ruggie cares, then so do you. Of course, his grandma teases him and vocalizes her approval of you— but he can’t find it in him to complain when you just… meld right into his community.

» Ruggie is forever grateful for you. Not only do you love and accept his most well-kept worries, but you do all in your power to help him. Of course, he helps you in return, but even so, you never expect anything in return. For once in his life, he has something defined beyond mutual exchange or money— a relationship filled purely with love.

» With you, he doesn’t need to work hard— or be weary with his trust. He can just… be with you without worry. He can share his passions with you, confident that he’ll have your utmost support no matter what. You take care of him when he tires himself out taking care of others. You’re the one that cooks for him when he’s too tired to do it for himself.

» You do so much for him, and every day, Ruggie realizes more and more that he absolutely adores you. That warmth in his heart— finally, finally, is defined.

» At NRC, you are Ruggie’s home. You’re his warmth, security, and community. Everything he could’ve ever wanted and more.

» And every time he playfully asks you— what do you want in return?— insisting that there must be something— he’s confident that you’ll respond the same way every time.

» “All I want is your love, Ruggie.”

» And that feeling is entirely mutual.

— fin.

[twstwinnie]

I just discovered your blog and loved the 'in relationship headcanons' for the characters!!! It's written so well omg. Can I request for Ace relationship headcanons? <3

done & dusted !! enjoy!! ; ♥︎

[twstwinnie]

I just read the Jamil fic loved it! Could I request something similar for Ace?

♥︎ With You ~ Ace Trappola

summary: in a relationship with Ace Trappola, with your usual three categories! crushing, confession, and relationship shenanigans!

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, gn! reader

a/n: I’m so glad you enjoyed the headcanons with Jamil! Thank you for your request! Honestly, I feel like Ace doesn’t get enough love sometimes, so I’m glad someone requested him! I adore him. I hope you enjoy! **Also, apologies for the delay! I have a writing job, and work has been a little hectic, but!! That will never stop me from writing for y’all —winnie ♥︎

♥︎ starry - eyed !

» With Ace, it’s incredibly obvious to onlookers that he has a crush on you. However, Ace is in denial— unable to recognize his own feelings as affection, as being an actual crush. He insists that he just likes your company! You’re a good friend. He just admires you— that’s all!

» Obviously, no one believes him. Aside from himself, of course. His words are more for convincing himself, rather than convincing others. However, if others try to convince him of his own feelings, he’s incredibly resistant. Someone could directly tell him he has a crush on you, and Ace would still somehow find a way to excuse it— deny it. Though, even if he’s unaware of how he feels, the way he acts around you still noticeably shifts. Because he becomes more self aware that, at the very least, he feels something warm and fuzzy around you. It only seems to make his affections more obvious, though.

» In class, he gets reprimanded by just about every teacher for staring off in space. In reality, his eyes always settle on you. The way you look when you’re focused— the kind smile on your face when you help your peers with understanding the assignments— it’s all incredibly endearing. He can’t help but smile every single time. Occasionally, you catch his gaze and offer a little wave, laughing softly to yourself when Ace is caught completely off-guard, sheepishly smiling and waving back.

» And if you ask him why he was staring at you, he’ll always excuse it. Insisting that it was just a coincidence. He spaced off and just happened to be looking your way! You never pry for more answers, and he’s grateful for that. However, when someone else catches him staring, he’s rarely let off so easily. He’s been made fun of plenty of times by the likes of Epel and Deuce for how much he stares at you. They’ve told him countless times that he has a longing expression on his face, but he always insists that they’re reading too much into it.

» But the thought definitely lingers. Does Ace like you? You were a great friend… was there really something more there? You were great— he wasn’t denying that, but you were just friends… right? He didn’t feel more, did he?

» Ace kept thinking about you. Your kindness, your patience with him when you’re doing schoolwork, your support at his games for his club— the way you always cleared your schedule any time he invited you to an unbirthday party. You cheered him on in croquet games, had fun with him, caused a little bit of trouble with him as your partner in crime, yet, you also stood by him when things were difficult. Without question, you’d lend an ear and be a shoulder to cry on when he needed it most.

» When he was afraid to show anyone the vulnerable sides of him, you welcomed him with open arms and promised secrecy. When Riddle punished him, you comforted him with a distraction and sweet words. Hell, some days Ace would feel like he can’t meet the expectations that everyone puts on him. His false bravado crumbles away, and he expresses that sometimes he chooses to be a troublemaker because it seems to be the only way that he can be his own person. You’re the only person he’s told about his struggle with living in so many people’s shadows— and you never once judged him.

» You never once saw Ace as a shadow of another person— or just one half of someone else. You recognized him for who he was, for his talents, and for his accomplishments. He never has to worry about being good enough to be by your side. You accept him happily on his best and worst days all the same.

» Ace thinks that maybe he does like you. Just maybe? He isn’t certain, though. Likely due to his own fear of your solid friendship changing in any way, he seeks out his upperclassmen for advice. While he was sure the other Heartslabyul students would have great advice, the conversation just came up naturally during basketball club.

» You had entered the gym, waving Ace over with a smile. He excused himself from Jamil and Floyd, quickly trotting over to you without a word. Ace questions why you’re there, and it turns out, he’d forgotten his water in your last shared class. You’d remembered that he had practice, so before you even thought about texting him to get it himself or even checking in with your club, you delivered it straight to him. It made Ace’s heart warm, unable to prevent his smile as he watched you run off with a wave.

» Ace returns to Jamil and Floyd, the two taking a breather, and he seats himself beside them, staring at the door you left through before finally asking that fated question.

» “How do you know when you have a crush on someone?”

» Jamil deadpanned at him and Floyd just gave a wide, entertained smile. Ace immediately blushes, becoming incredibly flustered at the response, trying to justify himself, but Jamil just groans.

» “You’re kidding, right? Ace, look in a mirror. Have you seen how you look at them?” Jamil muttered and Ace tries to sputter out some excuse, but then Floyd pipes in.

» “Hey hey~ Think about it this way! If you don’t like them, then you won’t mind me asking them out, right~? They look squeezable and fun to be around~! You don’t mind, right?” Floyd egged him on and Ace felt a deep flame light in his heart in that moment as he imagined that sight. Floyd and you together? He can’t let that happen and so—

» “Absolutely not!” He blurted out without a second thought. Jamil and Floyd paused and Ace’s eyes widened with realization. Floyd smirked and laughed as he walked off, seemingly satisfied by his outburst. Jamil just huffed a sigh and offered Ace a small smile.

» “You have your answer. Floyd may have just been messing with you, but you should keep it in mind. I’m sure you’re not the only one with a crush, Ace. It took you this long just to realize. Decide what you’re gonna do about it.” Jamil suggested.

» Ace takes the suggestion to heart. He adores you— you treat him in a way that makes him incredibly happy. He refused to let someone else overshadow him again— he couldn’t lose you to someone else. Sure, it wasn’t a competition, but Ace wanted to win your heart fair and square. He wanted to treat you in the way he knew you deserved.

» And so, Ace finally decided that he needed to tell you how he felt. Because now that he’s realized how much he’s adored you all this time, he doesn’t think he can handle staying quiet about it for very long.

♥︎ say the words !

» Ace decided that he had to plan something for you. A normal confession wouldn’t be enough! Sure, it wasn’t a necessity, but he wanted to impress you. He wanted to blow you away with a cute and creative confession! However, Ace doesn’t consider himself the absolute most creative person out there, so he asks for advice from his dormmates.

» A few ideas are thrown out there, but the one that really sticks in Ace’s head is a scavenger hunt around his dorm. He has plenty of memories with you around Heartslabyul— so why doesn’t he send you on a trip down memory lane, with him confessing as the final goal? It was perfect! Simple and cute, but memorable. Plus, it included a bunch of your shared memories together. What could be more special than that?

» He quickly realizes that he needs assistance with this, though. To make sure you were kept on the right track, and to make sure he didn’t make the scavenger hunt too hard! He thought about approaching Riddle… but he felt like he’d be a perfectionist about it. Ace felt like his confession didn’t need to be absolutely perfect— just an honest effort. Because that’s what you liked him for. Ace always gave a genuine effort when he was determined. You always seemed to notice that and comment on it. So no, his dormhead would not be involved. Neither would Trey since he would just tell Riddle.

» So, Ace settled on asking Deuce and Cater for help. Luckily, the two agreed happily, though, not without plenty of teasing from the both of them. Cater noted that it was “about time that the little card soldier got some guts,” which earned him a strong glare from Ace. Deuce just snickered, but the three were quick to put their plan into action.

» Ace wanted you to be able to reflect on some of his favorite memories with you. Tending to the hedgehogs together, painting the roses, attempting baking together— hell, even the days where you two would just chase each other through the rose maze, using a silly game of tag as an excuse to learn about the nooks and crannies his dorm had to offer. Spending time with you was his favorite part of the day. Ace wanted to show that to you with his confession.

» As the day approached, Ace grew more and more jumpy around you— making it quite obvious that he was hiding something. You just smiled, grabbing his hand gently and assuring him that you wouldn’t pry when he got too nervous. You assured that you were always there, but you weren’t gonna pull it out of him. It made his heart warm, and as you both walked to your next class together, he stole a few glances. It settled him— reassured him that he was making the right decision.

» And so came the fateful day. He invited you to Heartslabyul on the weekend when it wasn’t hectic or busy— most being out with their own plans, and he ran off when he got confirmation that you were on your way. Ace waited beneath a gazebo within the rose maze, and when you got ti the common room, Deuce would give you the first clue and you’d be off.

» He glanced at the scenery around him, grasping a bouquet of red roses in his hands as he waited for you nervously. After a few minutes, he got a text from Cater, who had several clones out to watch you.

» “The rose has left the garden with the first clue!! Good luck, Ace!!”

» You smiled at the first clue. Where you and Ace cared for small friends? Clearly the hedgehogs! You trotted there happily, reflecting on the way that the hedgehogs seemed so naturally drawn to Ace. You laughed a bit, seeing a small note tied around the neck of Ace’s hedgehog, gently untying it and reading it. You continued on, unaware of where this was leading exactly, but happy nonetheless.

» Ace kept waiting… and waiting… and soon about an hour passed with no sign of you. The hunt wasn’t that hard, was it? Did you… realize what this was and left? The pit in his stomach grew, but then his phone ringing snapped him out of it completely. He quickly picked up his phone— only to be met with Deuce attempting to stifle back laughter, but miserably failing.

» “Ace! Ace— oh my god you’re an idiot— you forgot the final clue! They’re so confused!” Deuce cackled and Ace’s eyes widened as he reached into his pocket, feeling— oh no— the final clue, a heart-shaped wax seal on the cute little envelope, was still in his pocket. How could he mess up that bad? His whole plan was—! No! He couldn’t give up now!

» “Shut up dunce! Just— bring them here! Please!” Ace demanded and hung up.

» Within a few minutes, there you were. Running over to him with a smile on your face. Ace couldn’t help the grin that rose to his face as he presented you with the bouquet of flowers.

» “Ace! What is all this? You sent me on a wild goose chase and now flowers? What’s the occasion?” You asked teasingly. Ace felt his face flush red and he hid his face, crouching on the ground. He practically crumpled in complete embarrassment. You tilted your head and knelt down beside him.

» “This was… it was supposed to be a scavenger hunt that led you here, but I forgot to put the last clue down… and it messed it up…” Ace groaned and you laughed and wrapped an arm around him.

» “Ace… it’s the thought that counts. I still got to relive some of my favorite memories with you! It was cute. I’m really happy.” You insisted and Ace looked at you. Now was the time.

» “But… this was all set up so I could tell you that I like you. As in like-like— a crush! I have a crush! On you!” Ace stumbled, only flushing a deeper red at stuttering so badly. Your eyes widened for a moment and you tackled him into a full on hug, tucking your face into his neck.

» “Ace! That’s so sweet! Don’t be so embarrassed. I’ve liked you for a long time… I had a feeling, but I wanted to wait until you were comfortable. Now I’m so glad I did. It was worth the wait— you’ve always been worth the wait, Ace.” You hummed and Ace felt his heart melt, leaning into your embrace and pulling you close.

» Finally. Finally he had you— and you liked him. You told him he was worth it.

» Ace couldn’t be happier.

♥︎ at last , with you !

» Of course, being that they were directly involved in Ace’s whole confession scheme, Cater and Deuce find out immediately. Immediately as in, they watched the final confession from nearby and bursted out after you two had your moment. Cater wore a proud smile, having recorded the entire thing. Despite their relentless teasing of Ace, they congratulate you both.

» As Deuce puts it, you keep Ace “short from going mad.” You keep him less… angry? Less spiteful? Either way, you make Ace a lot happier. And at the end of the day, that’s Deuce’s best friend. If you make him happy, then Deuce approves. However, he does threaten Ace— insisting that he must treat you well or he’ll face a beating. Ace doesn’t appreciate the threat being directed at him, but he appreciates that they’re looking out just as much for you as they are for him.

» Cater insists that, with you, maybe Ace will get into less trouble with Riddle! You were a positive influence. You had no intentions of changing Ace by any means, but Cater soon explains that he means it in a different way. Cater knows that Ace will focus too much on being a good partner and making you happy, so he won’t focus as much on getting into trouble. That made you laugh and Ace simply flushed red, vehemently denying Cater’s claim, but not really convincing anyone. Not even himself.

» Well, it was true. Ace wanted to make you happy. That absolutely did not mean he was bending to Riddle’s will after all this time! Nope! You were just… more of a priority than being a thorn in his dormhead’s spine. That’s all. Though, speaking of, in your early relationship, Ace is adamant on not telling Riddle or Trey. It isn’t that he doesn’t trust them, or that he doesn’t think they’ll like you, rather, he knows there’s probably a rule about dating somewhere in his dorm’s rules. Proper courting, courtesy— he doesn’t want that to take over his relationship with you.

» The relationship you both share is authentic because Ace is just… going with the flow. Like he usually does. And you’re right alongside him. He doesn’t need fancy rules about what he can and can’t do with you. If you’re happy and he’s happy, what more do you both need?

» Eventually, later down the line, Riddle does find out. Because Ace tells Jamil and Floyd, who insist that they’re glad he finally did it, but Floyd then goes off and tells Riddle. And what Ace expects is a long lecture from Riddle— but instead, he learns of the only rule regarding dating in the entire Heartslabyul rule book.

» “Rule 763: Do right by your partner, and make sure they do right by you. Prosper together.” That’s all Riddle told him. And Ace felt himself relax. That’s… a lovely rule. And for as much of a rule breaker Ace tended to be, that’s a rule he never intended to defy. He gave a grateful smile to Riddle and nodded, telling him as much. Riddle returned a small smile, wishing you and him the best. Ace feels… happy. Even in dating you the way he’s chosen to, he’s doing well by the Queen’s strict rules. He didn’t have to worry, did he? He’d be okay.

» And that proves true. He would be okay. Because then he spends more and more time with you. You two grow closer and your relationship grows stronger.

» Dates are lots of fun with Ace, and when you two grow closer, they become more frequent. It ranges from something as simple as a walk through the rose maze— to things as complex as the scavenger hunt he confessed to you with. He’s always thinking of new ways to entertain you— to make you smile. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy simple dates, though. In fact, they’re actually his favorite.

» His favorite dates are late nights staying in, where you two are spending the night together. Whether he snuck you into his dorm, or snuck out to yours— it doesn’t matter. Because you’re in his arms as he shows you a few card tricks. You always respond with such child-like wonder— he can’t help but learn more and more sleights of hand to impress you with. Eventually, he gives you the absolute privilege of letting you in on his secrets, but that never stops the awe you show him. Because you know it takes a lot of effort and precision to pull off. That’ll never not be impressive to you.

» Ace also enjoys making dates out of Unbirthday party preparation. He has plenty of memories of the both of you chasing the hedgehogs around the dorm, nearly spilling paint all over yourselves while painting roses— just many memories that he adores. Because it’s essentially his normal day to day, but you’re there. And you make his mundane chores and tasks enjoyable. Plus, he’s always able to convince you to run off into the maze with him to enjoy a few moments alone during the actual party itself. He’ll tuck a rose behind your ear, and you’ll both sit side by side, whispering softly while the party goes on. So whatever the date may be, he’ll enjoy it solely because it’s always you and him together. That’s all he needs.

» As you talk more, Ace slowly reveals more and more to you. He has a deep insecurity regarding living up to his family’s expectations. His brother is an NRC graduate— an honor student— could he ever hope to become something like that? Then, you swoop in. You remind him that he is not his brother. He is fully capable and able to do what he prefers. He doesn’t need to be his brother. He doesn’t need to live in his shadow. Ace can make a name for himself. Whether that be becoming an honors student or something else entirely. You’d be there. Ace can’t help but smile, leaning his head against your shoulder as he hugs you tightly. You always knew just what to say, didn’t you?

» As he opens up, Ace becomes increasingly comfortable telling you about his frustrations and his struggles. Whether it be mere complaining about Riddle scolding him, or him being absolutely silent after being told something particularly hurtful— you were there and you listened. He’d spend the night in your dorm room, leaned into your arms as you run fingers through his hair, relaxing him— distracting him from all of his stress. He never has to worry about disappointing anyone when he’s with you, because you’re so needlessly proud of him. He’s talented. That won’t change even if others don’t recognize it.

» Hearing you say as much is always incredibly soothing to him. Your touch is always soothing. The warmth you show him is his favorite form of comfort. Sure, you and him cause trouble together sometimes— you pull small jokes on others, but the fact that you stick with him even when he can’t keep up the jokester personality? When he isn’t being fun and troublesome… you’re still there. When the dust settles and it’s just him and his thoughts— you’re there. No unrealistic expectations. No scolding. No ridiculous rules. It’s just you and him.

» You love Ace for who he is. You encourage him to be who he wants to be. You stay with him no matter what, and you help him when he’s a bit too prideful to ask anyone else. Most importantly, you never view him as an extension of anyone else. You view him as, well, himself. The boy who likes card tricks, the one who cares a lot for the dorm animals, the one who has one hell of a sweet tooth, the boy who sucks at memorization— but hell, he’ll remember every little thing you tell him because it’s important to you.

» You love Ace Trappola. And you’ve never wavered in that choice. You’d stick with him through fighting off overblots, or a bad grade that made him upset.

» And for that, Ace could never be more grateful.

— fin.

[twstwinnie]

Your writing is so beautiful! I really enjoy the love languages series you have been doing. There’s something really soft and warm about them all 💜 Thank you for sharing your craft with us!

ah, you do not have to thank me! I absolutely adore writing for y’all! thank you for the support! it’s much appreciated, and I’m glad you’re enjoying the love language series! I’ve got four more installments planned, so there’s plenty more to go! <3

[twstwinnie]

Your writing is just soo good! The way you write the characters (especially floyd and rook). Can i ask something similar to the floyd relationship headcanons but with rook? Also, can I be 🍯 🏹 anon?

♜ With You ~ Rook Hunt

summary: in a relationship with Rook Hunt! As per usual, we have our crushing, followed by a confession, then relationship stuff and reactions!

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, gn! reader

a/n: hi! thank you so much for your request! and ah, tysm for the compliment that’s so sweet! and absolutely! anons are free to label themselves and I’ll give you a special little tag for your requests! It’s lovely to meet you, 🍯🏹 anon! I hope you enjoy this specially curated Rook content! — winnie ♥︎

♜ starry - eyed !

» Rook, surprisingly, is the type to not truly realize how he feels about you until some time has passed. At first, he feels as if he just appreciates your beauty— as he does with Vil. That he wants to be in your presence to appreciate said beauty more often. He’s content with that excuse for a while because it makes sense. Who wouldn’t want to be around you? You were amazing— surely, this was a natural thing to feel.

» As time passes, the excuse becomes less viable. While typically, he’d be content just watching you from afar, hanging out only occasionally— he starts longing to be by your side more. He wants to hear your voice— hear you talk about your passions. He wants to divulge his own interests with you. He wants to share, with you, his private hobbies— just because he knows you won’t judge. He knows you’ll show interest because you’ve never said anything cruel or off-standing like so many others had.

» This isn’t how he feels towards Vil, he realizes. This isn’t even similar to how he feels towards people that interest him— like the Leech twins or Leona— no… what he feels for you is something he never thought he’d be able to experience. Something he once thought that someone like him was never deserving of, or was too strange to even dream of. Longing, adoration. He had a crush and you were the subject of his affections. He’s a little hesitant at first— would this end like some sort of Shakespearean tragedy? Would he really get the romantic ending he was hoping for?

» Rook was fully aware of how others felt about him. “Creepy,” “Stalkerish,” and “Weird” were all words he heard to describe him, whether directly or when they figured he couldn’t hear. In the face of such unsavory rumors, would you truly ever view someone like him as a romantic prospect? Was liking you worth potential heartbreak? Would it not be safer to just admire your beauty from afar like an untouchable jewel? Away at a safe distance?

» But he can’t. Because when that thought sneaks up on him, you smile at him warmly. You insist that the rumors mean nothing to you. It brings him back to the many times you’ve watched him draw a bow with absolute awe, asking him to teach you the moment his arrow hit his target. He remembers the time he revealed his photo album to you, and instead of judgement, you smiled and complimented his photography skills, asking him to teach you. He quickly realizes that you’ve had plenty of opportunities to reprimand him for his hobbies but you never did. Instead, you wanted to take part— to understand him. It was a sentiment that truly touched his heart.

» Everyone else he’d met had been so quick to judge him. They saw his title as a hunter as an excuse to be strange— saw his demeanor as startling and irritating. They automatically assumed that his appreciation for beauty was shallow at best and just another flimsy cover. But you… you never thought that. You ignored the biased, cautionary comments and in him you found a truly good person. You saw Rook’s true colors and showed him warmth and openness in return. You never showed him unfair judgment based on surface level assumptions. You’d taken the time to get to know him— to appreciate him.

» It shouldn’t have been surprising to Rook that he developed an undying adoration for you. After all, he’d opened up to you in a way that he had for no one else before. You learned things about him that he’d never told anyone else before and you always responded so enthusiastically. Of course he’d come to enjoy your company more than anyone else’s. He could just be himself around you. He didn’t have to always be the unbothered, flamboyant hunter with you. He could admit that hearing such ugly things about himself got to him. He could admit such things knowing that you’d show genuine understanding. You’d always reassure his worries and it warmed his heart.

» But Rook was observant… he knew that with how kind you were, it was impossible that he was the only one who was fond of you. Could he truly size up to any possible competitor? Sure, Rook appreciated beauty but sometimes he… struggled to find that beauty within himself. Would he be enough to charm and enchant you? Could he sweep you off your feet and cherish you in the way a gem like you deserved? He wasn’t quite certain.

» With how observant he was, he couldn’t get a read on how you felt about him. He’d overheard conversations where you’d mentioned him and it’d been nothing but praise and approval— but nothing that signified a romantic interest. The uncertainty of it all only made him more weary. It had even seeped into his day to day routine! He wanted to handle it swiftly lest he develop bags beneath his eyes.

» But he couldn’t find a solution. He was in his club, idly staring into the concoction in his cauldron, entirely spaced off, deep in thought about you as per usual. He softly sighed and soon enough, Trey walked up beside him and cleared his throat.

» “That’s the third sigh in ten minutes. Mind if I ask what’s wrong?” He pushed his glasses back up his face. Rook snapped out of his thoughts and gave a bright smile before his expression fell just a hair.

» “Ah, merci, Chevalier des Roses. I’m sorry that my stupor has distracted you, but I could appreciate some sound advice. For a while, I’ve found myself entirely smitten with someone, but I fear I’m not enough to become the one they can rely on. I want to be with them, but I find myself hesitating as I am unable to get a read on them despite my status as a hunter.” Rook explained with an exasperated sigh before looking back to the other. Trey gave a sympathetic smile before humming a bit.

» “Well, if I’m being honest, I don’t think you can make that decision for them. And if I’m correct on my observations, I know exactly who you’re talking about. They’re the only one who can truly decide whether you’re enough for them or not. So, you shouldn’t let it stop you. Tell them. You might find yourself surprised, you know.” Trey explained with a small, knowing smile. Rook’s curiosity was piqued, but he didn’t pry, instead taking the advice to heart.

» Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, no? You’d always called him beautiful, so who was Rook, as le chasseur d’amour, to deny you the ability to make your own judgment? He owed it to you, yes? You never made unfair judgements of him, so who was he to assume what you would want in a partner? He had to tell you, to let his feelings be known to allow you to make your own decision.

» Besides, perhaps Trey was right. Maybe he’d be surprised. Maybe there was something he couldn’t see that others did? Either way, he snapped out of his thoughts with a renewed determination.

» He’d tell you how he felt with beautiful words of his own. And perhaps if he was lucky, you’d be able to see him in a romantic light. Maybe you’d see the beauty in him that he saw in so many others. Maybe— just maybe— you’d decide he was the one you could rely on as a partner.

» Only time could tell, and it was ticking away! He had a plan to make.

♜ say the words !

» Rook wants to be honest about the emotions he feels for you. He wants to be able to have that conversation because there’s a certain beauty to the pure love and adoration he feels towards you. Scripting his confession would be abhorrent! Though, setting the stage on the other hand, that’s incredibly important— an absolute must! If the stage isn’t set to be an absolutely beautiful setting for his confession, that’d be unheard of! You deserved the absolute best and he planned to give it to you.

» As much as he wanted to do something showy and flashy in public, he was observant enough to realize that you’d likely want it to be a private affair. Besides, he doesn’t want to pressure you by putting you in the public eye for something so intimate and vulnerable. Rook didn’t think he wanted to show that side of himself to others, either. Eventually, he sought out Trey for assistance once more. He seemed to be knowledgeable and insightful enough, and right he was.

» Trey recommended a dinner in the botanical gardens. Magnifique! Simple, yet touching! How had he not thought of it himself? Plus, the gardens were gorgeous at night time— and they were secluded enough where he’d be able to enjoy the privacy with you. It also helped that in such an enclosed space, as a hunter, he’d be privy to any potential watchers. He’d make sure it stayed between you and him alone. He didn’t want an audience.

» With a plan set, he began to prepare. Admittedly. It was quite obvious to Vil what was going on. Rook had a bit more pep in his step and was genuinely smiling a lot more than usual. Instead of smiling out of obligation or smiling “just because,” there seemed to actually be a reason. It was only natural after spending so much time together that Vil would take notice and comment on it.

» “I must say, Rook. You’ve been glowing recently and I know it isn’t due to any magic of mine. What has you expressing yourself so radiantly as of late?” Vil questioned and Rook couldn’t help but smile in response, his thoughts immediately flying him you.

» “Ah, Roi du Poison. I’ve just finally decided to take action regarding something. This radiance… it’s a product of romance. I’m finally sharing that with someone I hold dear to me, and I’m simply looking forward to it.” Rook explained, a soft expression flashing across his face at the thought. Vil hummed in thought.

» “Love, hm? It suits you well. I wish you the best of luck in your pursuit. There’s a unique beauty to it all that I’m sure you’ll find yourself pleased with.” Vil expressed with a rare, kind smile. Rook felt his heart skip a beat. To think that even someone as critical as Vil gave his approval? He must’ve been taking the right path— doing the right thing.

» Rook had more confidence going into the confession after his brief encounter with Vil, plus added encouragement from Trey (who seemed to know a lot more than he let on… always the quietly observant that Rook had to watch out for). When it came time to invite you out to dinner, he kept most of it a secret from you. It was a nice surprise, given that he seldom kept secrets from you these days, but he truly wanted the experience to be breathtaking. He wanted to blow you away.

» So he just vaguely invited you out, insisting that he’d pick you up and take you to your destination himself. You’d gotten ready and as promised, Rook escorted you to the botanical gardens, having you keep your eyes closer to increase the suspense. When you arrived and open your eyes, you were absolutely taken with the sight before you.

» He had prepared a small table with your favorite foods and desserts, as well as a bouquet of your favorite flowers. The gardens were decorated with soft fairy lights, candles and embellishments that painted such a gorgeous picture. In your awestruck state, he led you to your seat, pulling out your seat for you in traditional Pomefiore mannerisms. Once you were settled, you both ate, having joyous conversation over the meal.

» Rook’s nervousness built up, though. He couldn’t help but think back to the countless comments from his peers. He was a stalker, a creep— could he truly make you happy? He needed only to glance at your expression to quell his fear, though. The genuine smile you wore spoke volumes. He could make you this happy. You adored him for who he was— so he should trust that you’ll make the decision that’ll make you happy. And that’s all he wants.

» He takes your hand in his, kissing your hand gently before looking at you.

» “Mon ange, I must admit… I had some underlying motives in inviting you out and creating such a beautiful display. For a while now, I’ve found myself smitten with you. I’ve always been taken by your beauty… but your kindness, honesty. Your understanding… it’s made me feel a deep adoration for you. You see beauty in me that others do not. I wanted to finally expose these pure feelings of mine to ask— will you be mine?” Rook questioned, allowing the question to hang heavy in the air. Your eyes widened at such a genuine confession and Rook could hear the way your heartbeat picked up in pace.

» Patiently, he waited for you to find the proper words, a little nervous for the response, but eventually you laughed and smiled brightly, hugging him tightly before pulling back to cup his face in your hands. You looked at him with a fond, adoring expression that left him speechless. But then your words…

» “Oh of course I’ll be yours. You’ve absolutely enchanted me, Rook. You’ve positively stolen my heart— I’m so happy you asked.” You chimed and he laughed joyously, leaning his head against yours as he enjoyed the closeness.

» The feelings blooming between you both created a comfortable, warm atmosphere that Rook had never experienced. Hearing such fond things that he once only dreamed to hear from you— it was surreal. And Rook thought that Vil was right.

» The beauty of requited, pure love was unique indeed. Something that he had never experienced before— but was elated to share with someone as angelic as you.

♜ at last , with you !

» Once he is finally with you, Rook finds it far easier to deflect the comments of his peers. After all, he knows you don’t care for such nasty rumors and your opinion is the one he values most. You always reassure him that the comments are absolute nonsense. You love him, adore his hobbies and interests, and would never view him in such a negative light. He trusts you over them since you know of his true nature— and despite knowing his true self, you still chose him over so many others. It gave him comfort— confidence. But you always seem to have that profound effect on him. And he adores it.

» You’re both quite good at keeping your relationship private for a while. Rook is able to brush off his touchiness and kisses to your cheek as his normal, forward demeanor. No one bats an eye, however, when people start asking why you hang around him so much, you take personal offense and expose the truth. How dare they assume that it isn’t entirely mutual? You adore Rook just as much and you tell them such.

» Of course, rumors fly. People insist that the hunter must have something on you— that there must be some underlying scheme at play. Rook doesn’t even have to defend himself because you’re quick to retaliate— to insist that it isn’t strange in the slightest. Rook is beautiful, kind, reliable and incredibly thoughtful. He sees beauty in everyone when they don’t even try to do the same for him. It’s only natural that’d you’d fall for his charming nature.

» Luckily, you have plenty of supporters. Vil was the first to learn before anyone else. After all, Rook knew he couldn’t keep it from his dorm leader, so he just told him. And Vil responded with a kind smile, insisting that you two were a beautiful pair. Honestly, Vil was just happy that his vice had found someone so kind and caring. Vil was never able to get Rook to open up as a friend, at least, not about his more unsavory feelings. So he was happy to see that the hunter had found you. You were compassionate, and you never judged Rook by his cover like many others did. Vil appreciated it and knew he wouldn’t have to worry. You both complimented one another perfectly, and grew radiant in each other’s presence. Truthfully, Vil saw it as ridiculous that many strangers found your coupling to be unlikely. Did they not see the way you both looked at each other? It was pure, mutual fondness and adoration. They were a bunch of rank amateurs if they couldn’t see that.

» Following Vil, Trey soon found out as well. He wasn’t shocked in the slightest and Rook soon learned that it was because you had confided in Trey about your own feelings towards Rook. Things suddenly clicked for him— no wonder Trey had been so encouraging. He had the entire truth the whole time. Trey laughed, apologized from keeping it from both you and Rook, but he never needed to say sorry, Rook thought. It worked out and the result was everything he wanted and more. Trey knew it would work out and he’s not incredibly romantic, but he does think that if true love exists like in the fairy tales, then you two are the picture book definition of it. Plucked straight from a children’s book… the love between you both was clear as day. He knew you both would be able to face whatever obstacle came your way. He was happy it had worked out.

» Rook is grateful that his friends are so supportive— and that yours are as well. Though, how could they not be? Rook greeted you every day with compliments, a kiss on the hand and a look that expressed his pure devotion. He often got you flowers, wrote you poems, made you small treats— he’s gotten you various gifts, as well. Some pertain to your own hobbies, but he even got you your own bow and arrow so he could make a date out of teaching you archery. He kept you smiling— kept you happy. It’d be a crime for any of your friends to disapprove.

» Rook loves spending time with you, so dates are frequent— specified days of the week are date nights, and making it a regular part of your schedule is a must. Some days, Rook takes part in your hobbies, other days, you take part in his. He begins to teach you archery, gives you pointers on hunting— but both of your favorites is when he takes you out to enjoy theatre performances with him.

» His eyes light up as he rambles before the show. During the show, he’s absolutely taken by the sight and you find yourself splitting your attention between enjoying the performance and watching your awestruck hunter with a smile. Then, after the performance, he gives you his feedback, asks for yours, and engaging conversation ensues. Performance nights always end with you spending the night with Rook because you both just… never want the conversation to end. In all honesty, you never do on any date night, but that feeling is especially prominent when you get to see that excited, rambling side of Rook that he rarely shows others.

» So you spend the night by his side. He talks to you about various shows that you could watch next time— all whilst you lean against him, happy to just listen to him talk about his passion. Rook is always incredibly appreciative that you let him rant and ramble— it’s rare that he gets the opportunity, even more so that someone shows genuine interest like you do. It only makes him adore you more, if that’s even possible.

» Of course, with all of the fun comes the less desirable topics. Namely, Rook discloses how big a fan of Neige LeBlanche he is. At first, you don’t think it’s a big deal, but are quick to realize that his status with Vil essentially makes it a betrayal of sorts. He expresses that it’s conflicting to be a genuine fan of them both— that it’s hard. You reassure him as you always do. You tell him that he’s an appreciator of beauty— he cannot be asked to pretend not to find something beautiful for someone else’s sake. But you understand that he doesn’t want to anger Vil and offer him a space to talk about any of his interests with you. Any of them includes things like being in Eternal Snow. That sort of thing doesn’t phase you anyhow. It never has.

» Rook smiles and thanks you, happy to have someone else to share his interests with. It only proves why he chose you in the first place— you were always so understanding of him. In the face of his fears and insecurity, you never once bat an eye. You never hesitated to assure him— to insist that he was loved. He’s never once felt shame, abhorrence, or upset about who he was when with you. He’s able to push other people’s judgments aside because you love him. You see his kindness, his vulnerability— and love him truly for it.

» In you, Rook finds someone he’s finally comfortable sharing his life with. He finds someone who’ll support him unconditionally despite what others may view as “strange.” He doesn’t have to worry about you prying if he doesn’t want you to because you’d never cross any boundaries with him. You’re just… incredibly respectful and loving towards him in a way that he’d never experienced before. It’s warm, happy, and he must say, it makes him shine brighter than ever before.

» As an appreciator of beauty, he’s able to find it in even the most imperfect of situations. You helped him find beauty in himself. Perhaps it’s a little biased to say, but Rook thinks that the beauty you hold is his absolute favorite.

» Pure, undying love and affection. Coming from one of the kindest, most genuine people he knows. Really, does it get any more beautiful than that?

— fin.

[twstwinnie]

Oh goodness the emotions I’ve felt reading Jamil’s part in the Scarabia love languages HC…oh how I wanna hold him and kiss his forehead,, if you have any more ideas for him I’d love to see them!! Not pressuring you or anything, I just completely adore how you wrote for Jamil <33 have a great day!

mwah, for you : ♥︎

I do also have more things planned with Jamil! so hopefully more content for him soon! <3

[twstwinnie]

The way you wrote for floyd in a relationship was so well written! Could I request one for Jamil?

♝ With You ~ Jamil Viper

summary: in a relationship with Jamil Viper! Same three categories! Crushing, Confession, and Relationship shenanigans!

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, gn! reader

a/n: thank you so much for this request!! And I’m glad you enjoyed the Floyd version of this! I’m really glad y’all are enjoying these! I wanted to do one for Jamil, so I’m really happy someone requested it! I hope you all enjoy this one! spoilers for book 4 ahead!

♝ starry - eyed !

» If you want the picture perfect definition of denial, Jamil is it. It takes him incredibly long to actually realizes that he has a crush on you. So long in fact that pretty much everyone else realizes it aside from you and him. It’s clear as day though. The way he looks at you— treats you. It’s clear that he adores you.

» However, it’s not as if his denial comes from a refusal to admit his feelings. Rather, they come from a place of self-preservation. Jamil has never been granted the things he wanted in life. He’s always used to giving up what he wants to serve Kalim— to stay in the shadows. That’s how his life has always been, so why would it be any different with you? Wouldn’t he be a fool to give himself that false hope? To think for a second that maybe he could be with you?

» He doesn’t want to disappoint himself, so it’s better for him not to face his feelings. Though, that proves to be very difficult.

» At first, he can get away with claiming that he just enjoys your company. That he likes being around you because you don’t expect him to act a certain way or do things for you. He likes spending time with you because it’s a break from reality— it’s a break from being a servant. Though, as you two steadily spend more time together, he finds less and less excuses to justify spending time with you.

» He could study on his own, yes, but he chooses to walk with you to the library to study instead. Why? Well… he doesn’t have an answer. He lines up his schedule so that he just happens to be free after your club activities so he can walk you back to your dorm, or maybe spend time with him. Jamil may claim it’s because he wants to keep you safe, but in reality, he doesn’t have a solid answer. He could spend his weekends having time to himself, but before he knows it, he’s texting you, asking if you have any plans.

» Eventually, he can’t deny having an answer as to why. He knows why. No longer able to run from the truth, he just admits it. He adores you. Absolutely smitten with you. The way you always help him without a word— the way you make time for him— the way you treat him not as a spectacle, but just as a normal person— he can’t help it. You’ve made his life easier, given him more reasons to smile. Occasionally, you even help Kalim study or keep him distracted just so Jamil can have a few hours to himself.

» You’ve done so much for him. Isn’t only natural that he develops such strong romantic feelings towards you?

» Once he finally comes to terms with his crush, that’s when his behavior starts to change. He’ll go out of his way to ask you if you need assistance and take pride in being able to help you, no matter what it is. If you’re worried you’re giving him extra work, he’s quick to reassure you. If it’s you, he’s more than happy to help out.

» With his crush, your compliments start to take more effect. If you watch his basketball practices and compliment his skills, he’ll immediately pull his hood up and hide his face to conceal the raging blush on his cheeks. Seeing you in the crowd at his games always makes him incredibly excited and motivated, and it shows in the way he always searches for your eyes after every point he makes. He has more fun when you’re there watching him.

» Although you do see him when he’s having fun, he also knows that he can talk to you about his struggles. You never bat an eye, and you’ll give him your full, undivided attention as he vents about his frustrations. You never judge him, always quick to reassure that you’re there. If you can make his life easier, you will do anything to help. It always makes Jamil’s heart flutter. You already make his life worlds better. He wishes so badly that he could just… tell you.

» Being friends is nice, but he finds himself envisioning what dating you would be like more and more. Holding hands, hugging, kissing you, having you spend the night in his dorm, no longer having to worry that you’ll be swept away before he knows it… for the first time, he longs so badly for something and knows that he has to do something about it.

» But… would confessing ruin what you two have? Would he lose you? He thinks about that one day while gazing at you from afar during lunch. After one longing sigh too many, both of his clubmates groan, having joined him for lunch that day.

» “Sea Snake, just say something to them! Sittin’ here whinin’ gets you nothing!” Floyd insists. Ace nods in agreement.

» “I have to agree, Viper-senpai. I mean— staring from afar won’t do you any good! Pretty much everyone aside from them knows that you like them! If you never say anything, they’ll never figure it out! If you want something, then take the leap! It’s only a matter of time before someone else does and you lose your chance!” Ace insists, a rather annoyed expression on his face. Jamil deadpans at them both and they’re quick to change the topic, but he keeps their advice in mind.

» He knows they’re right. He doubts he’s the only one that adores you— that wants to be with you. Jamil is used to losing for other people’s sake— not showing off or flaunting. You always insist he should, but understand his circumstances. However, he knows that this is something he doesn’t want to miss out on.

» Jamil cannot miss his chance with you. So he will do whatever it takes to confess— to finally take that step forward and have the honor of calling you his.

♝ say the words !

» Jamil wants to go about his confession carefully. He’s always been the type to plan things far in advance, and admittedly, he’s a bit of a perfectionist. He wants to impress you— to show you just how much you mean to him. He can’t just… be impulsive and spew out a confession without another thought. He was sure if he tried, he’d stumble over his words and back out due to embarrassment. He wanted to do this right.

» He scraps many ideas. He doesn’t want to be cheesy, or go with something too fake feeling. It has to be genuine— he wants to be able to portray his feelings in the most honest way possible to you. Being too flashy, overly romantic… it just isn’t him. He could shower you with gifts and flowers, cook you a large feast and write you a beautiful confession to boot, but none of that feels true to him. It’s far too out of character.

» Eventually, he settles less on scripting the confession, and more on giving himself the proper opportunity and atmosphere to confess. He decides that he’ll invite you to the next party at Scarabia, pull you aside to the balcony for a moment alone under the desert skies, then he’ll just let the words flow. A genuine, intimiate conversation alone, away from the fray. That feels more comfortable. More like himself. So it quickly solidifies as his plan.

» The next party comes quickly and he invites you as planned. You insist on helping with party preparations, but Jamil manages to convince you otherwise. He needs the time alone. He comes up with a bunch of excuses, of course not wanting tu admit that he needed some time to mentally prepare and rehearse what to say— how to open up the conversation.

» The entire school day before the party he’s incredibly nervous. He knows that he wants to do this, but isn’t quite prepared for how you might react. His fellow classmates notice, and his club members are quick to realize he’s out of it when a ball hits him square in the face. Floyd and Ace tease him to no end about it, knowing exactly why he’s in the state he’s in. It’s not hard to conclude given his fluster, but he denies it anyway.

» Soon, he’s preparing for the party and stumbling over things he usually wouldn’t. He’s grateful though because his dormmates are quick to assist him— showing him sympathy and wishing him luck. Jamil has no idea how him confessing became such widespread news, but he figures that maybe it’s best not to question it. He needs all of his focus on you.

» When the party comes around, he enjoys it with you by your side for a while. As the night progresses, things get more lively and he’s quick to notice you getting a bit tired. The perfect moment. He invites you to join him outside for a breather and you agree with a smile, following him out onto the balcony into the cold desert air.

» At first, it’s silent. You’re both staring up at the stars, enjoying a quiet moment away from the bustling celebration indoors. Jamil can’t help but look over at you. His heart flutters— seeing you underneath the starry sky, bathed in the moonlight. You look amazing, and that longing sings loudly one more. It’s now or never.

» “Hey… can I tell you something?” He starts, a bit hesitant as he stands beside you. You hum in response.

» “Sure. I’m always here to listen, Jamil. You know that.” You glance over at him. He takes a deep breath, placing his hand over yours on the railing before finally meeting your gaze.

» “I… like you. I have for a while, now. You don’t have these crazy expectations that everyone else does. You know who I really am. You know how much I have to downplay my own abilities because of my job as a servant. You’ve always been so understanding and I… I’m not used to getting things I want. But I want to be with you. I don’t want to give this up. I can’t give this up. I like you. Will you go out with me?” He averts his gaze, afraid of your response.

» After a few moments of silence, he finally looks at you, feeling his face flush upon seeing your wide eyes and bright smile. You nod excitedly, intertwining your fingers with his and leaning against him as you laugh softly.

» “Absolutely. I thought you’d never ask.” You respond joyously. Jamil feels waves of relief, leaning his head atop yours as he enjoys your warmth by his side.

» This time, he doesn’t try to hide the smile adorning his expression.

♝ at last , with you !

» As private of a person as Jamil is, news of your relationship spreads like wildfire. Why? Because Jamil isn’t subtle at ALL with how happy he is to finally be with you. He can brush it off with people like Kalim, who won’t bat an eye, but then club time rolls around. You stop by to drop something off for Jamil, and the way he smiles as he watches you walk away speaks volumes for his peers.

» Floyd and Ace are the first to find out because of this. They tease him endlessly, but he can’t find it in him to care because for once— for once in his life— he got to have something he wanted. A genuine relationship with a person he loves so much. Admittedly, as much as the pair tease, they think it’s nice. Ace looks up to you with how kind you are. You always lend a hand and occasionally, you’ve tutored him when he was too scared to ask Riddle. He’s glad Jamil found you. Floyd finds you just as intriguing as he finds Jamil. Seeing you both together is very fitting, he things. But additionally, it’s nice to see Jamil have a sort of genuine happiness around you. Maybe others don’t notice it, but he usually fakes how happy he is. Floyd thinks you must be fun if you can make someone as serious as Jamil genuinely joyous. So he’s happy for you both.

» However, Floyd and Ace have never been ones to keep quiet, so the news spreads. Floyd tells the others at Octavinelle, Ace tells Heartsabyul, Cater tells Kalim— and oh boy if anyone is excited, it’s one Kalim Al-Asim. He’s wanted Jamil to find someone to make him happy for a while now, and you? You’re exactly what Kalim had in mind for his friend and more. You’re always so patient with Kalim when you tutor him. If he asks, you come to his Light Music club performances— plus, you always help him out when he’s having trouble! He’s so happy that Jamil has someone like you tu rely on.

» So happy that he insists on throwing a celebratory party on Jamil’s behalf. He tries to insist otherwise, but eventually laments and tells you about it. You both laugh about it because it’s so unequivocally Kalim. You help Jamil with the party preparations, so he can’t find it in himself to mind too much. Cooking with you feels so… natural in a way. Having you there, in perfect sync with him, not having to worry about you messing up or anything— it’s enjoyable. You two finish pretty quickly and enjoy a rather upbeat party.

» Honestly though, you both sneak away to spend some time alone. While the party goes on I’m the background, you stay with Jamil in his room, laid next to him, curled into his side. You two talk about whatever to pass the time, laughing together, getting a few hours of privacy to enjoy just… being together.

» Moments alone with you are Jamil’s favorite thing. So many of your dates will reflect that. They’re always private, intimate. Movie nights in, star gazing together in the woods, sometimes even late nights spent in each other’s arms. You don’t need an excuse to spend time together anymore. You both plan out dates when your schedule aligns and do whatever you feel fits best for how you’re both feeling.

» A lot of the times, you two will go off to isolated parts of campus and sit together. During lunch, before clubs— whenever possible. Jamil will lay his head in your lap as you gently run fingers through his hair. He enjoys the attention, and you’re happy because it gives him a break from the countless stresses of his day to day life. You’re more than happy to indulge him.

» Though, your relationship changes after his overblot. Jamil fully expects to lose you. He mentally prepares himself, but you stay. Admittedly, you’re hurt. Of course you are, but you’re able to recognize that Jamil was pushed to this point because he was hurting more. An unimaginable amount. It’s from that day forward that Jamil absolutely trusts that he can tell you anything— even his most venomous thoughts— without judgment. He won’t scare you away. And that’s relieving to him because he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.

» With you, he’s able to recognize that his hatred for Kalim isn’t that at all. That it’s a projection of his hatred for his circumstances— a desire for things to be different. His relationship with Kalim has to slowly be repaired, and you help with that. You help ease his fears and worries, take care of him when things get rough— hug him tightly when he cries. When he becomes too overwhelmed, when he’s heard people call him a monster one too many times, you hold him, whisper soft reassurances to him, make him food and keep him company.

» You make sure he’s taken care of. You make sure he knows that he’s loved. With you, Jamil feels like himself. He feels like he doesn’t have to face his issues alone anymore. Because in the face of an overblot, betrayal, distrust, and lies, you didn’t turn away. You stood strong and embraced him after he snapped out of his overblot. You stayed by his side during his recovery, and loved him even stronger in the wake of the event.

» You’ve always had him in mind. And Jamil is incredibly grateful to have you. You keep him in check, warm his heart, but most importantly to him—

» You show Jamil that he is more than the circumstances of his birth. That he deserves to be praised for his accomplishments— that he can do as he desires. To you, Jamil isn’t someone else’s shadow.

» He’s your partner. And as much as Jamil hates titles, even he has to admit that being called “yours” is a title he will always be proud to have.

— fin.

[twstwinnie]

Could i request sum handholding hcs for the first years? Make it super fluff plz 🙏

✩ Intertwined : First Years

characters: ace trappola, deuce spade, jack howl, epel felmier, sebek zigvolt

tags: fluff, comfort, gn! reader

a/n: I love this idea! Typically I’m a huge angst fan, but this idea is just so cute! Thank you for this headcanon request! Extra fluffy as requested, here’s some hand holding with the first years! enjoy! — winnie ♥︎

✩ ACE ~

» Ace is a very affectionate person, so he holds your hand any chance he gets. Honestly, he loves the feeling. Having you by his side with your hand in his is something he grows used to after being in a relationship for a while, so it’s weird if he isn’t holding your hand when with you.

» Don’t be fooled, though. If you forget, he will NOT be quiet about it. He will loudly and dramatically sigh, insisting that his dearest partner is deserting him and that you’re walking way too fast for him to keep up! He’ll keep at the dramatics until you lament and intertwine your fingers with his. After you do, he always gives you a triumphant smile in return.

» When you two hold hands, he always insists that you hold his right hand. Why? Because that’s the hand he doesn’t wear a glove on in his school uniform. And Ace is very particular with that. He likes to feel the warmth of your hand against his and he claims that with the glove it just “feels weird.” He’d never openly admit that he just likes the feeling better, but if you point it out, he’ll get flustered and respond with a simple “so what?” Because it isn’t exactly strange that he likes the feeling of your hand against his, right?

» Either way, when you first start dating, Ace is quite the fan of flaunting. When he gets to hold your hand through the halls of NRC, he always makes sure that people notice, wearing a bright, confident smile as he strides down the hall with his hand in yours. He just likes showing off that you’re his, honestly. And what better way to do so than a little bit of tasteful PDA?

» Though, as mentioned before, he just likes the affection. So even in private, his hand will slide into yours naturally. The contact, for him, is a simple reminder that he isn’t alone. So hand holding happens often and sometimes is completely spontaneous.

» If you’re sat next to each other in class, his hand reaches for yours beneath the desk. If you’re eating together in the cafeteria, he’ll reach for your hand the moment it’s free. If you attend an unbirthday party with him, or help him with preparation, somehow, in some way, his hand finds yours. Ace is touchy, but sometimes is embarrassed to do more than just hold your hand, so of course he’ll make the most of what he is comfortable doing.

» His grip is always firm, yet still gentle. When he’s in a bad mood, he squeezes just a bit tighter and you squeeze back as a silent reassurance that you’re there for him. A lot of the times, he likes it when you idly trace shapes into the back of his hand. It makes him feel fuzzy and he always has to hide a smile when you do.

» Overall, for Ace, hand holding is a must as often as he possibly can. He loves how it’s just… a simple gesture of love between two people. And hey, after all.

» It shows off to anyone else that might like you that you chose Ace Trappola to be your partner in crime. And if Ace likes to do anything, it’s show off things he’s proud of. And being yours is probably his proudest, best accomplishment yet!

✩ DEUCE ~

» Deuce is definitely nervous to hold your hand at first. Just a little, though. Mostly because he doesn’t have a lick of relationship experience— so he’s a little intimidated. Should he just go for it? Should he ask to hold your hand? Would you be okay holding hands in public between classes? He hasn’t the slightest clue.

» You’re quick to notice his conflict. Paired with the blush on his face and the way he’s looking at your hand, it’s pretty obvious what he was debating about. You simply laugh a little and intertwine your fingers with his and hold his hand. Deuce immediately feels relieved— though admittedly a bit embarrassed that he was overthinking it. Sure, he can be headstrong sometimes, but he wants to make sure you’re happy, so he tends to get a little lost in his head!

» When he’s comfortable and knows that you’re okay with it, he’s quick to hold your hand whenever he feels like it. Admittedly, he tries to be sly about it, tries not to make a big deal, but he always does. He can’t help but smile when he feels the familiar warmth of your hand in his. He thinks your hands fit perfectly with his, so he can’t help but get excited and a little flustered.

» At first, he only really holds your hands with his gloves on. Deuce is a little insecure. He has his fair share of scars on his hands from his days as a delinquent, rough skin from the many fights he picked during his younger years. He’s worried that it’ll throw you off, or that you’ll think less of him for it, but eventually he gives in after you ask. Hesitantly, the gloves slide off and he holds your hand in his. You examine the scars on his hands before smiling, kissing them gently before trailing your fingers along them. Deuce feels his heart swell— of course you’d never mind something like that. But seeing it makes him feel that much more loved.

» After that day, he’ll always remove his gloves to hold your hand if he’s wearing them. He enjoys the feeling a lot more, and the way your fingers automatically begin tracing his scars is probably one of his favorite sensations in the world. It makes him less ashamed of that part of himself. You embrace it so openly and willingly and it’s comforting for him to see. So it becomes a natural happening every time you two hold hands.

» Deuce doesn’t need that affection element like others do, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy it. In fact, so long as you both aren’t doing anything that requires you to use your hands like eating, or riding magical wheel together, he prefers to hold your hands in his. A lot of the time, if you two are just idly conversing, he’ll have both of your hands in his as he faces you and talks. The more comfortable he gets, the more his hands naturally gravitate to yours whenever they can.

» Deuce is definitely also the type to kiss the back of your hand if you’re walking together. He’ll raise your intertwined hands to his lips and place a gentle kiss on the back of yours as a quiet, loving expression. He always gets incredibly flustered afterwards, but such a simple gesture conveys so much emotion for him and you know that. It’s his way of telling you that he loves and appreciates you being there.

» For him, being able to hold your hand makes him happy. It reminds him that he’s gotten better— closer to his goal of being a better person, but that even if he wasn’t quite there yet, you’d accept him wholeheartedly. When he twines his fingers with yours, he knows that whatever he faces, he will never have to face it alone.

✩ JACK ~

» Jack isn’t incredibly open, he never really has been. Though, he’s definitely the affectionate type. He’d never admit that so easily, but he is. So when you two first start dating, it comes as a surprise that he seeks out your affection and touch. But it’s something you happily embrace. Jack likes to be in some sort of contact with you when he can be, but he definitely loves holding your hand.

» His grip is always firm, holding onto your hand tightly. It’s a reassuring, grounding feeling to hold hands with him. Jack is always willing to do so, but he can get a little embarrassed in public. He’s not big on PDA as a general concept, but he has to admit, holding your hand in public, letting people know that you’re his partner… it’s an oddly satisfying feeling. It shows people that you’re off the market. And mixed with Jack’s rather intimidating demeanor, it keeps people from trying to flirt with or bother you. It’s a benefit that he enjoys.

» Even if he seems hesitant when holding your hand in public, it’s a guarantee that his tail will be swaying behind him at the affection and a small grin will find its way onto his expression. A small, proud smile. He enjoys the closeness and the affection. Sure, it’s not always… fun to have so many people stare at you both in curiosity, but he can’t help but feel happy anyway. Your affection has that effect on him. It’s comforting, warm, loving— and a perfect excuse to stay close by your side.

» It’s pretty easy to tell when Jack wants to hold your hand, but doesn’t want to initiate it himself. It typically happens when you’re both in public. He’ll linger by your side, shoulder against yours, nudging you gently until you get the hint. Once you do, his mood immediately shifts to be a bit brighter. Even if his expression doesn’t change much, it’s clear as day that he’s pleased.

» When you’re alone together, it’s a different story. He’s happy to take your hands in his, sometimes palm to palm just to admire the different sizes of your hands. Then, he’ll grip onto your hand tightly as you lean into his side, a comforting, solid warmth in the way he holds your hand in his. He’ll squeeze your hand gently, a quiet, affectionate gesture.

» His hands are on the more rough, calloused side from years upon years of training and playing sports, and he’s worried that it’ll bother you at first, but is happy to see that you don’t mind one bit. The roughness of his skin is just… so incredibly Jack-like that you can’t find it in you to mind. It just reminds you that he’s a diligent, hard-worker. One of many things you love about him.

» Plus, it’s a nice sensation to feel when he gently rubs his thumb on the back of your hand when his fingers are intertwined with yours. Its a soft, reassuring show of affection on Jack’s part. One that he shows idly, often not even realize that he’s doing it until you return the gesture back. It always gets him a bit flustered, looking away as his tail sways a bit more. Even in his slight fluster, he doesn’t stop, happy to continue running his thumb along the back of your hand.

» Overall, Jack loves the affection, whether it be in public or private, holding your hand is one of his favorite things to do. It’s just… comfortable for him. Natural, instinctual, even. Wanting some form of contact with you at any given moment is just normal for him. So when he holds your hand, leans in a little closer and gently caresses the back of your hand, you can be absolutely certain.

» Jack absolutely adores you and the affection you give.

✩ EPEL ~

» Epel is the type to hold your hand even if you both aren’t dating yet. He doesn’t mind it in the slightest, and besides, if he gets the opportunity to get a little closer to you, then so be it. For him, when he holds your hand, it feels like he’ll be able to protect you in a way. With you close by, he can fend off anyone that may try bothering you. Plus, it shows that you trust him enough to stay by his side and hold his hand in yours.

» At first, though, he’s a little insecure about it. I mean, its a little conflicting. The hand cream that Vil insists he uses makes his hands a little softer and you’d like that, right? But his rough, calloused hands are a product of his life on a farm… does he want to get rid of that? He isn’t entirely sure, but when you glance at his hands curiously, holding them in yours, asking what jobs on the farm he did that made his hands the way they were, he realizes that he’s worried for nothing. You’re holding his hands because you want to be close to him, like he does with you. Obviously you won’t mind.

» So Epel relaxes, happily rambling about various stories on the farm that got him certain scars or callouses, practically reliving every experience as he recounts them to you. Seeing your interest and having your attention makes him happy. It becomes a bit of a normal thing. Every time you hold his hands, you ask about a different scar or mark and get a different story in return. While telling his stories, Epel plays with your hands a bit, a small smile on his face.

» When you two start dating, he doesn’t cease the hand holding. He’s almost positive that there’s some sort of rule in Pomefiore regarding affection in public, but he does not care at all when it comes to you. He wants to be able to show people that you’re together— he wants them to see how lucky he is to have you as a partner. So every time he sees you, he happily slides his hand into yours.

» He particularly enjoys when you intertwine your fingers, then place your other hand on his arm, attaching yourself to his side. It makes him feel stronger, like you trust him to protect you— and that’s a feeling he wants to feel whenever possible. Every time you do it, he smiles a little more, face flushing just a tad as he squeezes your hand a little tighter.

» When you’re both alone, walking together, he likes to swing your hands between you both when you hold hands. It’s fun, cute, and allows him to let loose a little away from the public eye. He always laughs a little as he swings your hands, eyes glittering with pure joy. It’s moments like these that he really gets to be himself and let go of his worries for a bit. With his hand in yours, he doesn’t have to think much about expectations or being beautiful. He can just be himself.

» Epel absolutely loves to take walks just to do that. Spend time alone with you. He’ll hold your hand throughout the entire thing, content to do things one handed if it means not having to let go of your hand. He just loves the feeling of your hands in his. If you complain about your hands feeling dry, he’ll always offer to rub some of his hand lotion into your skin, always insistent to do it himself rather than let you.

» For him, holding your hand is a must. He’ll do it when you’re alone, in public— whenever he can. Even if it’s just playing with your hands, holding them idly— he likes that contact. Because it’s a silent reminder that someone loves him for him— that someone out there isn’t holding him to some ridiculous set of expectations.

» You’re someone happy to be by Epel’s side, regardless of what everyone else expects. So when you hold his hand tightly and lean against his side, it’s a break for him. A time for him to just stay in the moment with you.

✩ SEBEK ~

» Sebek is definitely the type to be super nervous about any type of affection at first. He’d blame it on his views on humans in general, but in reality, he’s just scared, inexperienced, and has NO idea how to go about the dating and affection thing. Even with something as simple as holding your hand, he’d overthink a lot about it. He wants to be honorable and respectful, lest he sully his title as a knight! So, he spends a lot of time consulting with Silver, Lilia, even Riddle— just to make sure he’s doing things right by you.

» Starting off, he really only holds your pinky with his, hooking them together as you both walk side by side. It’s subtle and he still gets to enjoy that small act of love and affection. It isn’t too daunting, and when he wants to, he’ll let his fingers brush against yours when you both walk side by side. When you hook your pinky with his, he’ll give a small, smug smile at his “plan” working. Mostly, he’s just elated that you’re happy to be with him and that there’s no complaints on your end.

» With time, he progresses into finally holding your hand. After all, he doesn’t want to be pushy, and he wants to keep you happy. He has to take these things slowly in a relationship so he can keep courting you properly as a knight should! But he’s absolutely overjoyed when he’s able to hold your hand and it quickly becomes one of his favorite things to do. If he isn’t busy and you aren’t either, his hand will reach for yours naturally— he’ll automatically reach for that warmth.

» However, even if it’s an automatic reaction on his part, he always asks if he can hold your hand, even if he knows you’ll always agree. It’s a precautionary measure— just in case for some reason you don’t want to. You reassure him that you’ll always say yes, but his desire to be chivalrous overrules any of that. He couldn’t just… grab your hand out of nowhere! What would Lilia and Malleus think if he acted so brashly? You think he’s being dramatic, but admittedly, it’s very sweet.

» Every single time, without fail, when he holds your hand, before he intertwines his fingers with yours, he brings your fingers to his lips. He’ll kiss your hand like you’re the royalty he serves, then he’ll gently take your hand in his. In truth, he wants to make sure you know you’re appreciated and that he enjoys the affection. He’s happy knowing you don’t mind holding his hand— that you don’t mind being by his side even if he’s part fae— even if people find him a bit much to handle.

» His hands are on the colder side, likely due to being partially of fae blood. It’s one of many reasons he likes holding your hands. They’re always significantly warmer than his— so feeling his hand in yours is always a comforting feeling. Typically, he won’t remove his gloves unless you ask. And you do every single time because you know that it’s what Sebek wants, too. He’s just not exactly the type to be open with that.

» He’s not super big on PDA and gets pretty flustered when you hold his hand in public. He squirms a bit, moving his hand against yours in an attempt to get comfortable, but he typically struggles to hold back a smile. He pretends to scold you, especially when in front of the other Diasomnia dorm members— but the blush on his face speaks volumes, and the way he holds your hand so gently shows that he truly doesn’t mind. He just pretends for the sake of his knightly pride.

» For Sebek, holding your hand brings him a warmth he seldom experiences. It reminds him that yes, humans really aren’t as bad as he insists, and that there’s even one out there that loves him more than anything. You remind him— reassure him that he’s doing great work as a knight, and that his fae origins could never scare you off.

» You, to Sebek, represent undying love, devotion, and dedication. And when he holds your hand in his, he’s elated. Because for once, he doesn’t feel like just a normal knight. With you, he feels like the knight in a fairy tale— the ones that protects and rescues their partner. And you are his fairytale dream partner. He truly couldn’t be happier.

— fin.

[twstwinnie]

Read your Floyd piece about him in a romantic relationship — that anon wasn't kidding, the characterization is rich☆!! Got me kicking my feet back and forth as I lay on my bed, ahsiwjxjwisoa Your writing is like... the only images in my head when it ckmes to describing it is glitter and sparkles but its just very!!! Lovely!!! Very??? Dreamy romance book you'd reread whenever??? Your pink colour scheme fits it very well, just very dreamy and sweet once again.

you guys are so cute pls ;; im happy you enjoyed it! i love the way you describe it, i think dreamy is such a nice way to say it and I very much appreciate it! and I’m glad the aesthetic of the page fits, too! thank you, I appreciate it a lot, lovely anon! <3

[twstwinnie]

I just read your scarabia love languages post and AAAA you're so good at grasping the characters??? I love the way you describe and word things I normally don't read kalim things and even that got me blushing sifbdvsh

man. you're so cool thank you for feeding us content muah

you’re so sweet, thank you! I’m really glad you enjoyed them! I always hearing y’all’s reaction and feedback! and awe, feeding y’all content makes me happy. im glad you guys are enjoying it xoxo <3