Happy (VERY late) birthday to everyone's dearest lion
I genuinely had to give up drawing the laces and just straight up steal a lace design online otherwise I would have DIED drawing all the details oh my gooodddnessss
So kind of an odd request if you’re all right with it, but can you write a scenario where Yuu basically poisons themselves to build tolerance? They make a concoction or whatever of numerous poisons and ingest a little everyday to build a tolerance (bonus points if they do it because they think they need an advantage to overcome being magic-less). I’m not picky on what house or people you want to write on. Grim and Epel’s reaction would be funny to see though.
Thanks so much! Have a good day/night!
ill still do this bc I didn't make a post saying im closing them! I apologize!!
no magic? no problem!
synopsis as a magicless human trying to survive night raven college, you decide to casually build a tolerance by micro dosing literal poison every morning! much to the absolute horror of Grim and Epel, and the intense delight of Jade Leech.
To the magical students of Night Raven College, you were a fragile anomaly. A completely magicless human who could easily be crushed by a rogue fire spell.
To you, however, being magicless didn't mean being defenseless. It just meant you had to rely on a different kind of science to survive!
"Hey! Human! What are you doing with that weird bottle?!" grim shouted, his blue flamed ears twitching as he hopped onto the dusty kitchen counter of the Ramshackle lounge. He sniffed the air, his whiskers immediately twitching in disgust.
"Ugh! That smells like rotten sewer cabbage and old gym socks! If you're ruining my appetite for dinner with that garbage, I'm gonna bite you!"
"It's not a snack, Grim." you replied calmly, completely focused as you used a precise glass dropper to add three drops of a glowing purple fluid into a small vial of water.
"It's an immunity tincture. Since I don't have magic to protect me from half the crazy curses and potions in this school, I'm building an internal shield. I mixed a low concentration of nightshade extract, shriek-mushroom powder, and venom from those glowing spiders in the botanical gardens."
Grim’s eyes widened, and he scrambled backward so fast he knocked over a stack of old spellbooks.
"You're drinking spider juice?! On purpose?! You're going to die and then who's going to buy my tuna?!"
"I'm not going to die. It's called mithridatism," you explained, entirely unbothered as you lifted the vial. "If I take a tiny, consistent amount every single morning, my human liver will adapt. By next semester, if Floyd decides to slip a knockout serum into my drink at the lounge for a joke, or if Lilia invites us over for dinner and tries to feed us his radioactive soup, I'll actually survive the night. It won't even give me a headache."
Without a single moment of hesitation, you threw your head back and downed the bitter, glowing concoction in one smooth gulp.
You didn't choke. You didn't collapse. You just winced slightly at the taste, and reached for a glass of normal water to wash it down.
"What in the world are you doing?!"
A voice shrieked from the open doorway. Epel Felmier stood on the threshold, a massive wooden crate of harvest apples tucked under his arm.
He had been sent by Vil to drop off the weekly supply, but he had arrived just in time to watch you casually swallow literal chemical warfare.
Epel dropped the heavy crate with a loud, echoing thud, his delicate, pretty features contorting into a look of absolute, unmasked horror.
As a Pomefiore student raised under Vil Schoenheit’s strict potion regime, he knew exactly what those glowing ingredients were, and he knew they were supposed to be handled with heavy leather gloves and a safety visor.
"Was that... was that shriek mushroom extract?!" Epel stammered, rushing over to the counter and grabbing the empty vial from your hand. He sniffed it before looking at you like you had grown a second head.
"Are y'all completely out of your mind?! That stuff is highly restricted! A small amount of that'll paralyze a grown stallion for six hours! Why ain't you chokin'?! Why ain't your lungs collapsin'?!"
"Oh, my lungs burned a bit during week one, but I'm fine now.” you said, offering a reassuring wave. "The spider venom kinda tickles my throat, but my tolerance is getting really high. See? My pupils aren't even dilated."
Epel stared at your perfectly normal, steady eyes, his brain short circuiting.
"You're... you're raw doggin' literal poison just to build a tolerance?" Epel whispered, his elegant, polite accent completely vanishin' as his drawl slipped out from sheer shock.
"By the Seven... y'all humans from the other world are completely unhinged! If Housewarden Vil finds out you're runnin' a bootleg toxicology lab in a dusty lounge, he's gonna have a literal stroke!"
"My, my. What an incredibly fascinating conversation."
A shadow suddenly fell over the kitchen, and Jade stepped out from the dark hallway. He had been sent to deliver a message from Azul, but he had paused near the doorway, completely captivated by the glowing bottles on the counter.
Jade adjusted his black glove, his trademark polite smile stretching across his face as his heterochromic eyes locked onto the small vial of purple residue in Epel's hand.
"Pardon my intrusion, Prefect" Jade murmured, his voice smooth. "But did I just hear you mention shriek mushroom extract? And you... ingested it? Directly?"
"Yeah," you nodded, adjusting the bottles. "Just a few droplets a day to build an immunity barrier."
Jade’s polite smile widened into something deeply unnerving, a sudden glimmer of delight flashing through his eyes. He stepped closer, leaning his tall frame over the counter to peer intensely into the glass dropper, looking at you as if you were the most interesting specimen he had ever found in the wild.
"Oho... incredible," jJade chuckled softly, his voice vibrating with an intense, creepy fascination. "The shriek mushroom is notoriously toxic to magical beings. To see a magic-less human utilize basic biological adaptation to completely bypass its paralytic qualities... it is truly marvelous. Tell me, have you experienced any localized tissue necrosis? Any sudden internal bleeding?"
"Uh... no?" you blinked, taking a half step back from his sudden proximity. "Just a bit of nausea on Tuesday."
"Fascinating!" Jade beamed, crossing his hands elegantly behind his back. "If you ever require a fresh supply of mountain cap fungi or deep forest venom to expand your little experiments, please do let me know. I would be more than happy to harvest them for you, provided you allow me to document your physical deterioration. For scientific observation, of course."
Epel grabbed Grim by the scruff of his neck, his eyes darting frantically between your unbothered expression and Jade’s deeply disturbing grin.
"No! Absolutely not!" Epel yelled, takin' a giant step away from both of you as if the kitchen was a walkin' biohazard. "I'm goin' back to the dorm right now! Jade is enablin' you! Y'all are completely psycho! If you start spittin' acid by lunchtime prefect, don't call me!"
You just sighed, tossing the washcloth into the sink as the front door slammed shut on Epel's panicked yelling. Turning back to the counter, you casually took another sip of regular water to wash down the lingering aftertaste.
notes : ty for this request! I hope I did it well...i’m using today to get majority of my built up requests out and after that i’ll get my own works out. i’ll open requests back up this weekend or maybe earlier!
⤷ You get them a gift, thing is this gift reminded you of them!
featuring the HOUSEWARDENS
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
“this..? hedgehog…” he mumbles, albeit confused. Riddle holds the small keychain in his hands and it stares right back up at him. “how so..? i’m not a hedgehog.”
you laugh, before pointing down at the little keychain, “its cute like you.”
Riddle flusters before holding the hedgehog closer to his chest, “i see… thank you,” he mumbles. It isn’t long before riddle puts it in his bag. He won’t put it on his bag in fear of it getting dirty, but the little hedgehog friend will be following him everywhere!
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
“a lion? how creative.” he lets out a sarcastic huff, but he clutches it in his hand. Despite his disheartening response, he has a small genuine smile on his face when he attaches the tiny plush lion to his belt hip.
“do you like it?”
“yeah its fine.” he says honestly. When he says fine he means he must like it, as it becomes rare to see the prince without his derpy lion companion. (you say it reminds you of him, yet he cant help but be reminded of you whenever he sees it.)
AZUL ASHENGROTTO
Azul didn’t know whether he should be offended or awed when you tell him this octopus trinket reminds you of him, and he hesitantly makes that question known.
“A very good thing, you’re very cute!”
“Ah.” he voices, ducking his head down to stare at the trinket in his hands, he holds it gently and you can faintly see his neck radiate color. “Thank you then.”
Everytime you now see Azul in his office, the little octopus trinket is there too!
KALIM AL ASIM
A soft, cute looking otter plushie is clutched tightly against his chest, above is a radiant smile so full of unadulterated joy.
“Thank you!!! It’s perfect!!” he thrills, holding the little guy up into his line of sight, “you think i’m this cute?”
“absolutely!”
He got you a matching plushie for you to keep, one that reminds him of you!
VIL SCHOENHEIT
“how cute, and this reminds you of me?” he inspects with a soft smile, holding up a beautiful peacock charm. It was well crafted (and admittedly a bit over budget),
“Yes, I saw it in Sam’s store and thought of you.”
“I am honoured.”
Vil puts the charm on his purse, and cleans it from dirt every time he gets back from an outing. Seeing it fills his heart with warmth, he’s quite a fan of considerate gifts.
IDIA SHROUD
“I knew you liked this type of stuff so I got you it.”
Idia stares at the figurine in his hands, it’s one of his favorite character from some niche manga he loves. “You remembered..?”
“Of course, I can’t see content from this series without thinking of you.” you laugh shyly. Idia stays still, and you can slowly… see the clockwork in his head as he hides his face with the figurine box. “Thanks I guess…”
Next time Idia lets you into his room you can’t help but notice the figurine proudly displayed next to his manga stack on the shelf.
MALLEUS DRACONIA
A little lizard tamagotchi lays in Malleus’ hands. Its cute, he watches it wander around in its little room and Malleus feels overwhelmed with softness.
“You got me this..?”
“Yeah! I know you already had one, but this one reminds me of you. Lizards and all.”
“…Thank you dearest.”
He carries it everywhere, and constantly updates you on it. It may have been a gift for him, but truly you just made yourself a parent to the mini mal.
“Is your hair naturally that color?” You asked quietly as you lifted your head to look up at Ace. It was a normal afternoon for the two of you. The both of you laying next to each other in your bed with his arm around your shoulders as you clung to him. He was just scrolling through magicam when your question interrupted the comfortable silence, not that he minded.
“Yeah,” he glanced down at you as he paused his doomscrolling. His other hand continued to play with your hair like he always did when you two were cuddling. “Why? Is that not normal where you’re from?”
You simply shook your head as you rested your cheek against his shoulder. You continued to stare up at his hair, more intrigued than before. “No, I mean people dye their hair different colors. Theres some redheads but I haven’t seen anyone with your color before.”
Ace nodded quietly at your words, he always did enjoy learning about the differences between your world and Twisted Wonderland. “Wanna try?” He finally set his phone down, “I’m no hairdresser but I think it’ll turn out fine.”
“Really?” You sat up and turned to him completely. “Like, the same color as yours?”
Ace nodded as he followed you to sit up. He gave your hair a quick glance over before gaining his signature mischievous smile, “yeah. And if it turns out bad then we’ll just use magic to cover it up.” He watched as you laughed at his joke before laughing with you.
Which is how you ended up in this situation. You’re sitting in the questionable bathroom of ramshackle with tinfoil in your hair and your shirt stained with red hair dye. You watched through the mirror as Ace furrowed his brows while reading the instructions on the back of the container. “Thirty minutes…”
“You sure you know what you’re doing,” you huffed quietly as you shifted in your seat. The sink was littered with empty containers and brushes that had different chemicals on them. It finally took a few hours to slowly start regretting leaving the state of your hair in the hands of your friend who could barely pass potions class.
“It’ll be fine,” Ace waved you off as he continued to read. He stayed silent for a few more minutes before tossing the bottle on the bathroom counter. He looked back at you through the mirror and carefully poked at the tin in your hair. “It’s not gonna turn out as awesome as mine but you’ll get one step closer.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his joke. “Ha ha,” you muttered before glancing at him through the mirror to see the dumb smirk he always had. “If you ruin my hair I’m gonna ban you from ramshackle for a month.”
Ace laughed as he put his hands up in defense. “Oh no,” he laughed quietly before shaking his head. “Trust me it won’t get ruined…and if it does we’ll just ask Vil or something.”
“We probably should have down that in the first place,” you muttered softly. Carefully, as to not get dye on your phone, you picked it up to check the timer. “Thirty minutes, right?”
Ace nodded as he looked at the timer over your shoulder. “Yeah, come on.” He guided you up by your arm and brought you over to the shower. Carefully, he turned the shower head on before removing the tin in your hair. “Try not to drown,” he teased before practically water boarding you in your own tub.
It took a few rinses and maybe a little more hair dye before it finally came out the way you wanted. You staged at your hair in the mirror. There, a red patch of your hair stared back at you. It wasn’t as red as Ace’s hair but it was definitely still bright thanks to the dye you choose.
“Well,” Ace smirked as he leaned against the counter next to you. He wouldn’t say it out loud but he felt giddy at the fact the two of you are matching now. “What do you think?”
You stares at the patch a bit longer. It didn’t look bad but it could still look better. “I look like a strawberry…”
Ace stared at you for a bit before bursting out into laughter. He threw an arm around your stained shoulders and smiled as he looked at your hair. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to match! At least we both look like strawberries now.”
“I guess…”
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“Seriously,” Deuce sighed as he watched the two of you sit down at the lunch table. The others looked up and immediately noticed the streak in your hair. “You’re matching?”
Ace immediately grew that cocky smirk he always had. “Yup,” he announced loudly as he pulled you closer by your shoulders. “What can I say? We’re just that good of friends!”
Jack sighed as he shook his head before going back to eating. Epel rolled his eyes but smiled a bit at your guys shenanigans. Deuce, however, frowned a bit at the thought of you matching with Ace and not with him. “Hey, prefect…next time you can match with me, if you want to.” He muttered the last part quietly as he avoided your gaze.
You couldn’t help but smile at his permission. “Thanks, Deuce. Next time,” you nodded as you went back to eating.
Deuce smiled and nodded in return before pausing when Ace groaned loudly. “Stop stealing our ideas, Deuce! Get your own thing.”
Tags: riddlexreader, academic rivals, childhood rivals, might be ooc (?), slight angst, a bit of comfort, and fluff
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Mrs. Rosehearts and your mom were always in competition with one another. Which of course in their minds meant their children had to be as well. Everything from grades to magic performance was on the table.
Just like Riddle you were always cooped up in your room studying until your head hurt. You also had selective types of foods you could eat. Your mom also had a specific group of people you could be around. Everything was planned and set and stone for you. Everything had to be absolutely perfect.
At the start you would only see Riddle at events where your mothers would flaunt your skills to see who was truly greater. Of course as kids that didn’t truly matter to either of you. But you also wanted to make your mothers proud so you did as was expected of you. Always trying to one up each other.
Though when the piercing eyes of expectation weren’t on you during those events you’d sneakily grab Riddles hand and lead him away. You would give him a reassuring smile to remind him that despite everything you didn’t dislike him. Those little moments were something that were cherished between you.
A few years later two boys stumbled upon the both of you. Trey knocked on Riddle’s window while Chenya knocked on yours. After successfully managing to sneak you both out, the four of you became a group.
They taught you things you never imagined you would ever be able to do. You played soccer, croquet, and hop scotch. They also taught you how to climb trees to get to the prettiest views. They even introduced you to your favorite animal, hedgehogs.
In those little adventures you got to truly see Riddle. A Riddle who loved hedgehogs. A Riddle who loved to play. A Riddle who loved all kinds of sweets. A gentle and loving Riddle. Slowly but surely you fell in love with every piece of him.
Being with Riddle, Trey, and Chenya felt like a dream. But eventually all dreams have to come to an end.
Everything came crumbling down on a day where Trey invited you both over to come try a strawberry tart . You both happily agreed and went over.
You both were overjoyed with the flavors and the very moment that you lost track of time. And with that came the rath of your parents.
You vividly remembered the screams of your mothers, saying such cruel things to Trey’s parents. The tears and begging of Riddle tore your heart strings. The trembling in Trey’s hands. Your clenched fist as you hid behind your mother.
You were to never see Trey or Chenya again. And you were never allowed to speak to Riddle.
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When you both entered Night Raven College your rivalry continued. It was something both of your mothers made you promise.
In every subject, in every extracurricular you had to be the absolute best. Trey watched as you both tore yourselves apart and it was something he quietly bared.
That was until Ace and Deuce became part of the picture. Ace reprimanded Trey for letting himself watch his friends fall apart.
Ace and Deuce didn’t want either of their upperclassmen to be swallowed up by rules and expectations. They had to do something about it.
Riddle soon then overblotted. You got to see just how much pain he was truly in. But with time he relaxed and became more lenient. You were proud but it also hurt to know that you stayed the same.
You were still tied to your mother’s expectations. The fear of disappointing her was just too heavy a weight.
But you were suddenly paired for a project with Riddle in one of your classes. Your heart beat fastend at having him so close. His bright eyes so focused made you smile. You didn’t realize just how much you missed being near him. But in the end despite it being a partner project it was silent between you. Only a few words were shared. Only what was needed was spoken.
You didn’t want it to be this way. Not anymore. You were tired. You just wanted your childhood friend back.
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Riddle didn’t show up to class and that sent you into a panic. Riddle never missed a class, not if he could help it.
You stormed out of the classroom not caring what the consequences would be afterward. You ran trying to find Riddle. Fortunately for you, you stumbled upon Ace and Deuce while they were walking to their lunch period.
“Where is Riddle?” You panted.
“Geez calm down, would ya?” Ace sighed.
Deuce gives Ace a little nudge, then smiled at you warmly. “Housewarden Riddle’s in his dorm room, he hasn’t been feeling well today.”
You gaped. “T-thanks Deuce.”
After that, you ran as fast as you could to the Heartslabyul kitchen to make him a warm meal. On your way to his dorm you were caring everything imaginable, tissues, a warm meal, and some medicine.
Upon your arrival you spotted Riddle working hard at his desk. He was whispering all sorts of formulas to himself. His eyes seemed heavy and sweat was glistening on his forehead.
“Riddle! What are you doing?”
Riddle flinched, looking up at you. “Y/n?”
You quickly rushed over to him, setting everything you had down, putting a hand on his forehead. “You have a fever, quit working and get to bed!”
He weakly sat up straight, determination in his eyes. “I’m afraid to say I won’t, I must finish this assignment. I already missed class as it is.”
“That doesn’t matter right now!” you huffed.
Riddles eyes widened. He never expected to hear that from you. You were acting so out of character and it made him wonder why.
You gripped both of his hand and pulled him up. “Come on, you’re headed to bed.”
Riddle did his best to defy you, putting all of his force on his heels to keep himself in place. “Y/n, I must finish!”
“Cut it out, I’m worried about you!”
Riddle stared at you in surprise. In all these years he never thought you truly cared about his existence. Sure you’d sneak him away during events but that was to comfort him wasn’t it? And sure you used to hang out with him and Trey, but that was just to escape from your mother, right?
You froze, realizing what you had just vocalized to him. “Riddle I-” You took a deep breath and continued, “You’re always showing the strongest parts of yourself but please let me be strong for you this once.”
His face flushed a light pink. “I’m sorry for making you worry. I didn’t realize it would affect you this much.”
“Of course it does!” You teared up. “I’ve cared ever since we were little kids. You were my friend. Someone I cherished. Someone who understood what having this sort of life felt like. Then I lost the one thing I treasured most, all because I was scared.”
Riddle finally sat on his bed, listening to every word you had to say.
“So please let me make it up to you! Let me take care of you while you’re sick!”
Riddle softly giggled, making you look up. “If that’s what’ll satisfy you, then so be it.”
Your face brightened at his words. You no longer had to compete with him. You could simply just be. Though teasing him a little bit couldn’t hurt, right?
“Riddle, I think I win!”
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A/N: Hellooo!! I got a bit sick and then I remembered that one vignette where Riddle got sick so the idea of taking care of him came into my head. Then it turned into this lol. Sorry for the lack of dialogue in this but I hope it was an enjoyable read nonetheless (⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) much love to all of you <3
Both of the outfits are based on rabbit fest and playful land respectively because i don’t trust myself to make original outfits. Hopefully they gave off doll vibes.
I just started rewatching eah and seeing the wonderland kids just make me remember adeuce and so i want to draw them in eah style hehe
Fic idea from : @frogisdisgusted — "Ace as a mother hen"
Ace Trappola liked to think he was the responsible one.
Not because he was actually responsible.
No, no.
That would imply effort.
Ace simply happened to be the oldest first-year by a few months, and somewhere in his tiny, overconfident brain, he'd decided that automatically promoted him to "The Adult."
No one had agreed to this.
Not Deuce.
Not Jack.
Not Epel.
Not Sebek.
Definitely not Grim.
Not Ortho
And certainly not Yuu.
But that had never stopped Ace from appointing himself things before.
"So," Ace announced one morning, standing dramatically atop a chair in Heartslabyul's lounge, "as the eldest, I've decided it's my duty to look after you idiots."
The room fell silent.
Deuce blinked. "What."
"You heard me."
"You literally forgot your homework yesterday."
"I remembered eventually."
"Cater found it in the laundry."
"It was taking a bath."
Jack sighed into his hands while Epel pinched the bridge of his nose. Sebek looked physically offended.
"THE ELDEST SHOULD EXEMPLIFY DIGNITY!"
"I do."
"You attempted to eat a candle last week."
"I THOUGHT IT WAS CHEESE."
Ortho quietly raised a hand. "Ace-senpai, scientifically speaking, candles and cheese possess noticeably different molecular compositions."
Ace pointed at him dramatically. "Traitor."
"I was never on your side."
Yuu sighed. "This meeting has been going for thirty seconds."
"And I'm already parenting all of you."
"You are the problem," Yuu replied.
Ace's version of taking care of everyone was... unique.
And yet...
For example, when Jack forgot his lunch, a normal person would've shared theirs. Ace instead disappeared for thirty minutes. He eventually returned carrying three entire watermelons in his arms, wobbling under the weight.
Jack stared.
"...Ace."
"Yeah?"
"...Why."
"They're healthy."
"How."
"They were on sale."
"We're in the middle of winter."
"I don't ask questions."
Yuu blinked. "Where did you even buy watermelons?"
Ace refused to elaborate.
Jack ended up carrying two because they were too heavy for Ace.
If Jack looked exhausted, there would mysteriously be an energy drink waiting on his desk.
If Deuce forgot something, Ace would spend the entire walk complaining while secretly carrying it for him anyway.
If Epel got homesick, Ace would deliberately start the stupidest argument imaginable until Epel forgot why he was upset.
If Sebek overworked himself, Ace would loudly challenge him to cards just to force him to sit down.
If Grim wandered off...
Ace was always the first one shouting his name through the halls.
Even Ortho occasionally found tiny batteries or polishing cloths mysteriously left outside Ignihyde with a sticky note reading, "Robot maintenance stuff probably. -Ace."
They were almost never the correct supplies.
The thought still counted.
Ace wasn't good at looking after people.
Honestly, he was spectacularly bad at it.
His solutions rarely solved anything.
Half the time they created entirely new problems.
The other half somehow involved fruit.
But somewhere between the emergency watermelons, the necktie blanket, the emotional support pickle, the robot maintenance gifts, and his dramatic declarations of "I'm the eldest, trust me," everyone realized something.
Ace wasn't trying to be their mother.
He was acting like an older brother who had absolutely no idea what he was doing.
And somehow...
That made it even better.
"...Don't tell him this," Deuce muttered one evening as Ace loudly argued with a vending machine because it had "disrespected" him.
"But... it's kind of nice knowing he's around."
Jack nodded.
Epel smiled.
Even Sebek sighed.
"...He is an insufferable fool."
"I HEARD THAT!" Ace shouted from across the hallway.
Yuu looked over just in time to watch Ace somehow get his hand stuck inside the vending machine.
Again.
No one knew how.
Least of all Ace.
"...Should we help him?" Ortho asked.
Yuu watched Ace insist he could "totally wiggle it free."
"...Give him five minutes."
"Understood."
Three minutes later—
"...Yuu?"
"...Yeah?"
"...I think the machine is winning."
taglight : @m7aya @iluminishi (This is the ace fic i had requested on your ace Trappola rp blog!) @maraskie @beepori
A/N : BAHAHAHAH, tysm @frogisdisgusted for letting me use your FIC IDEA!!!! Anyways, i love wriitng for Ace when he's with the other first years. Just complete shenanigans. ENJOYYY EVERYONE!!!
Is it ok to request a fic for Jack? Nothing specific just fluff and Yuu getting cuteness aggression when Jack just exists. Pls and thank you (◍•ᴗ•◍)
JACK HOWL X GN!READER
Headcannons.
"Fluffy puppy!!"
•Yuu has...questionable tastes when it comes to the topics of "cute" For some reason, this in particular applies to Jack. The gray-silver haired boy has not escaped the cuteness aggression of his fellow first year and he is most definitely confused by it.
•The ears. Oh, dont get Yuu started with it. Every swivel, each time his ears perk up whenever someone calls Jacks name, every twitch of the soft bundle of fur resting atop of his head is enough to get Yuu tweaking out. "I dont get it! Why are they do fluffy!?" Yuu cried out as they were holding themselves back from squishing Jacks ears in their palms.
•Mornings are the worst. Jack, sleepy eyes, pinned back ears whenever he yawns and the chaotically fluffy tail that sways from left to right in a slow lazy motion; what he can't currently see is Ace, Deuce, and Epel holding Yuu back from pouncing on the taller male and ruffling up his already messy hair.
•Now, this is where the tail problem comes into play. The way it always shows what Jack is currently feeling is what drives Yuu to keep moving forward. "Great job today!" Tail wags. "Oh, Jack you're so cool!" Tail wags. Yuu is always coming up with new compliments to give Jack just for the sole purpose of seeing the others tail swift against the air repeatedly.
•WINTER. Now, Wolves coats grow thicker in the winter to preserve more heat. That also means...FLUFFIER JACK. The first time Yuu sees Jack in his wolf form during Winter, they have to run around to burn off the aggression and keep themselves from hugging the pretty much oversized fluffy puppy infront of them.
•His laugh. Jack doesn't exactly laugh often much, so every genuine chuckle out of him is enough to have Yuu cluctching their chest and sliding down walls, face fully red.
•The head tilts—everytime Jack is confused, or is trying to listen better;he always does that head tilt unconsciously and has made Yuu lose everything they were talking about and just stare into Jack with the shiniest eyes of amusement ever.
•The first years study sessions. Jack is always so focused and is always alert to answer any questions he knows the answer to. That little furrow and sudden crease between his eyebrows whenever hes focused? Yuu is actively dying. The way Jack purses his lips when hes reading a textbook? Yuu is dead. The way he pouts whenever he's working on a formula? Yuu's soul is climbing up. Yuu spends more time staring at Jack than studying.
•THE BOYS GENTLEMANLY HABITS. Carrying beavy things, opening doors, making sure everyone got to their dorms safely after every hangout, and making sure they eat after a particularly hard exam? Yuu just wants to pinch the beastmans cheeks right then and there.
•Speaking of which, Yuu has developed an uncontrolled urge to squish Jacks face whenever he looks particularly serious. They calm down by pinching the nearest person to them—which unfortunately just so happens to be Grim.."Ffngah!? Again!? That hurt!" Grim would rub against the spot his hench-human had pinched him.
•And the fact that Jack himself doesnt even understand why Yuu keeps making distressed noises whenever he simply exists, at one point he thought they were having a heat stroke so he handed them a water bottle and Yuu accepted it, kicking their legs, and shaking Jacks shoulders, yelling "My heart! You're so adorable!!" And he thought 'Are they having a heart attack?...'
A/N : SECOND REQUEST DOONNEEEE THIS IS SO ADORABLE!!!!