author's note: disappearing because... im sorry but its my law class... anyways... vil blurb ! alongside some of my drafted requests <3!
how can you be guilty if you only stare at a distance? will they take you by the hair and drag you until you relent? will they ever know how it was when these hidden fantasies you both hid always stare back in the messed lipstick or even the breaths you both can only hope to feel? it was odd, drowning in something tha didn't even touch you.
vil stares at a distance, poised, but there's an itch, you can see it. his stares burn into your soul, his hands hover over your shoulder, its heat barely ever grazing your bumped skin, his breaths mingling with others as you breathe in proximity but never too close. it was agonizing. the soft touches, the delusions you both feed yourselves as you both haunt each others’ lives, and the way it'll always be enough for vil.
under any circumstance, you'd find yourself to be stupid. how could you drown in an empty pool? that was how your situation was, a pool that drowns you in the phantoms of its previous chlorine-filled depths, it was never there but it felt real.
were you a bad friend? was the mere thought of even thinking of what could've been, could that be an act of betrayal to the man who stands beside you? perverse, you'll say, as you think of both the most intimate yet sweet things lingering in your mind. building up as you clutch yourself and the handkerchief that vil had given.
is this what he wanted? a haunting that could only match his visage? a deep beautiful haunting that allows yourself to drown in dreams, delusions, the trysts in your mind. vil, if he could see this, would find you utterly disgusting.
then, the tears flow down. drip… drip… drip… then a sob. disgust, heat, and love swirl in your stomach, in your palms, in your whole being. was love, or what you think is love, a trap that'll only be a sin that’ll crash his flight above?
in which a you, someone significantly shorter, carries him like a princess!
author's note: do u ever wanna cuddle trey.
octatrio ver.
riddle rosehearts
riddle is very active, he may look petite for a boy his age, but he can put up some fight. his mother urges him, as always, to be fit and healthy. what is a doctor if there are not healthy? so, riddle never underestimates anyone.
however, despite being aware that looks does not equal to strength, riddle still finds it a big struggle when you casually carry him as if he was just a light flower. you were laughing as you picked him up with ease and swinging him around as if he was some princess in those movies.
"my rose!" riddle yelped as he clung onto your shorter frame. he was flushed and trying to find a rule in his mind to see if there was a rule against just lifting him up; there has to be one!
"put me down! but gently, this is unfit for the image of the queen!"
trey clover
trey is very big, even if he likes to think he is average. he is known to have a semblance of being "built" due to him carrying sacks of flour, kneading big batches of dough, and more physical activities that may entail his daily routine.
even if he was known to be perceptive of everyone's traits at one point, trey was still in for a shock to see you just carry him with no tension, as if he wasn't literally the giant between you two.
"dear, am i not heavy?" trey said as he sees you lift him up with no pain or even complaints. you giggle and shake your head, trying to swing him again but trey yelped and even gripped hard on your frame.
"it might be best to put me down!" trey flushed as ever as he tried to reason. though, even if he was completely blindsided, he was oddly charmed. what other things have you hidden under his watchful eyes
cater diamond
cater wasn't always active nor was he built, but he goes to the gym and he has a whole section and "dump" of photos for his escapades there. cater also looooved to tease you on how your stature was smaller compared to his, he deems himself as "cay the strong"
it would soon be "cay has been defeated" as you carry him to lift him to reach one higher up rose on the tall rose bush. before he can summon another cater to help him, you lifted him up!
"split..! wah!" cater squealed as he wasn't done saying his spell to summon his clone. he saw you lift him up with a smile as you gesture to the rose he had a hard time reaching. cater blushes as he reluctantly paints the rose.
"am... i not bothering you, sweetie? i can..." he blushes as he finished his duties. you smile and brag how you finally defeated the great cay-kun!
ace trappola
ace wasn't that strong, but he bluffs about it. it was something he always does with that grin, alongside kissing his bicep and proclaiming he's "so strong" because "he needs to protect you."
he would soon be eating his words when you carried him as you both run away from another incident grim put you in. ace was clinging but also convincing himself he cast a spell on you so you can be strong.
"hah! like my spell, i totally cast that so we can run faster hahaha... haa" ace say as you put him down. you look at him and played along, and gracefully bowed at him.
but then you picked him up again and he screams, "put me down!" but deep down, ace enjoys it.
deuce spade
deuce is strong, ever since he was training under vargas, he has grown more muscles than before. deuce has those biceps from also lifting machinery stuff. so imagine his shock when the both of you were carrying the same thing, he thought ace was next to him!
after all that work, you still had the gall to carry him too. deuce blushes as he sputters a random sentence, not making any sense.
"uh... uhm.. prefect!" deuce said as you carried him while laughing. he had no idea how you both ended up in this situatio, what was the context? but it didn't matter because you, someone with a significantly smaller stature, carried him as if it was a breeze.
hello! i love love love your writing, and may i request something? you see, i’ve been completely glossing over ‘epic: the musical’ lately! and the song, “the challenge” that song truly reminds me of rook, in a way. imagine like we’re a monarch, him as our beloved — then he announced that had a mission to do (a top family secret of some sort) but after moments, it came to our attention — he hasn’t returned. and we grew worried, especially since we are royalty & our husband disappearing like that will cause an uproar, stuff like that, and then the people who wanted to claim our hand suddenly started “asking for our hand” because rook hasn’t returned in a long while.
then, we tried a way to buy rook time to return — thus the lyrics, “whoever can string my husband’s old bow and shoot through twelve axes cleanly, will be the new king, sit down at the throne and rule with me as his queen. let the arrow fly, once you know that your aim is true cause i’d rather die than grow old without the best of you. though i never thought that these would be the lengths we’d go for love. iwould not have it any other way” then at the end of it all, he returned. rightfully claiming his bow, and happily ever after! i hope you understand what i’m saying 😓 thank you in advance!
in which the challenge you set out for is now in full swing (inspired by epic: the musical with the song, the challenge).
authors note: epic the musical my beloved. i love love love this request submitted by @padf-0-ot ! thank you for waiting; im sorry it took a while, im managing tho
requested ask !
cw: may not understand if you don't know the context of epic/the odyssey
rook hunt
wearing the crown was a heavy responsibility, it had been placed on you since you were born. it was what came to be with the blood you hone beneath your skin. however, that duty carried was always alleviated with rook by your side. he was the one who made your crown a secod thought, contrary to what you grew up with.
but, it soon occured to you it would be heavy on your head once more; rook hunt was lost in a mission, it was supposed to end quickly, but he didn't return. neither did his comrades. there was no word, no letter, not even a sign from any other kingdom. that worried you, that worried the kingdom. each one of your subjects looked at the empty throne beside you, sharing that worry and fear (or perhaps, they all share the glory of seeing you reign alone.)
each men rally up, their thoughts of ascending to the social ranks clouded their empathy. the suitors know how grievous it must be to be alone, holding onto the hope that rook was not dead, but they also seem not to care. there was no king, no one to share your burdens, surely you'd want company?
no matter their attempts to take the throne, you'd stall. it was an array of stalling, you used up every excuse you can try. first it was grief, second was the state was in a crisis, and now.... they've grown impatient. it has been years, yet the throne gets colder as the king fails to return or send a sign. will he ever return?
"i refuse!" you yell as the council all stare. it was you who had the power, why was the council allowing such arrangements to happen?they sat in front of you, the crown, and begged for you to marry a suitor.
how dare they ask that from you? after all your work to keep the crisis at bay, they repay you with a torturous task?
"your majesty, this is what would further benefit our kingdom. you have stalled long enough." the eldest council proclaimed as they showcased data and news from the kingdom. morale is low. especially after the storm that struck your shores.
you glare as you saw the undeniable problem and the solution was clear as day. you couldn't hold onto the thrown nor the crisis forever, but...
you had hope. rook hunt was out there, you could feel it in your bones. there was no way he'd be dead. the council looks at you, waiting on your next word, your plan.
"i have one more challenge. this is the last one. bring me to the armory." you say as you surrendered. but even if you surrendered, you wouldn't allow them, not even for a second, to think they had their wishes granted.
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you glare as you held your husband's bow as the guards open the gates to your throne room. the suitors chattered amongst themselves but soon silenced as they saw you enter.
"this here is my husband's bow." you say as you raised the bow, it was sturdy, comically large, and a symbol of his prowess. "it has long snapped, but none can restring it. my challenge is this,"
you unveil the axes that were lined up, "whoever strings this bow, and shoot through these axes cleanly..." you hesitate, "will became the new king, my new husband"
"that's what those were for" one suitor said, "it doesn't make sense!" the other proclaimed
the mumurs were loud, each suitor boasting or complaining over the challenge, you glare at them as you see them scramble to get to the bow.
among the crowds was your husband, rook, who stood silent by the pillars. rook laughed at how gullible these men were to believe that they can even string the bow. it takes a wit of the hunt's to know how to string it, it was a family heirloom. it curved weirdly, deceiving those who do not know to string it properly.
but he watched, in amusement. it was all their efforts that made it a comedy. rook watched each suitor try and try as they struggled to even get the string on the end of the bow. rook watched as each suitor soon gave up on even the bow, feeling the dismay build up. in his ragged clothes, rook hid in the shadows noting every weakness and strengths of each man.
“such a shame, these men seem to lack the knowledge to know a deception” rook muttered in sadness as he circled around them. the last suitor dropped the bow and screamed in the room,
“screw this competition. don’t you see we’re being played?!” it was an outraged yell as they point at the throne room, as if they’re trying to yell at you for this competition. and by virtue, they were being played, rook can appreciate this from the man. At the very least, one man knew his queen’s wit.
as the suitors gather around feeling they’re now understanding the consequences of their foolish parade around the bow, rook swiftly takes the bow and strings it with ease. unknown to him, rook was being watched by the sidelines. you were there, seeing him in silence, not recognizing him and had your heart beat in anticipation as the bow was being strung.
thwack!
the arrow flew gracefully to the end, hitting the target on the wall. the chatter died down, as the riot that was bubbling over ended. the arrow stabbed firmly on the end of the target, it made the suitors shut up. rook revealed his identity by letting his hood and shadow go, revealing a disheveled man who’s eyes were tired but victorious.
“mon dieu! it was painful to watch this challenge be failed by my country’s men, it is a simple test of wit.” rook smiled as he waved the strung bow, and the men were confused, it looked so normal in the king’s hand.
“how?!” one yelled, the others were scrambling trying to see if this was a trick, did he hide the other bow? who was he? how dare he win the challenge!
“rook?” you whisper as you open the throne room, the light shining brightly.
in which you, the most nonchalant of all, turn out to be a big softie around them.
requested ask !
cw: established relationships
riddle rosehearts
riddle found that you were really not that expressive, quite quickly, in the first few months of knowing you. it was jarring, especially when you turned comfortable now, you were cooing and smiling. this felt like he had an alter ego for a partner, you were blushing and giggling as he enjoyed your company and affection. but, honestly, was he to complain?
the favorite moments he had with you were mixed, there were many moments he wished you showed more. riddle finds it cute whenever you "baby talk" him. showing affection as if he does deserve it amidst the horrible actions he had done and what had be done to him.
"heyyy there's my shining star. my roseeee" you drawl out your words as you laid on his bed, opening your arms for him. riddle smiled as you giggled once in a while, cooing random melodies and compliments.
leona kingscholar
leona deducted there was more to you the moment he started dating you. he wasn't quite sure what it was, but when he found out. he was proud. leona notes you're like a very untamed domestic animal, hostile or nonchalant. but throw in affection you turn to something even more adorable.
he is so smug with this discovery, leona cherishes every moment that you become so sweet and clingy. the favorite moments shared with you are when he would lay on your lap to sleep and you pamper him with kisses or head pats.
"i loveee you" you whisper as you kissed his nose then try to run your hands through his hair. leona smirks and nods in content, "say it baaack" you whine as you playfully tug his hair. leona shakes his head before rising a bit to kiss you on the lips. surely now you know?
azul ashengrotto
azul felt insecure at first, seeing as you sometimes parade no interest in him. however, the twins were very quick to note and allow him to observe the difference of your actions towards your friends then to him. later on, he'd witness a side he never knew existed.
the times you showed him your vulnerability made him feel so accomplished than any of his previous feats. after all, he was so happy that your trust in him was always present. azul's absolute favorite was when you both are vulnerable and showing off each other's flaws or imperfections.
azul sits in his pot with his tentacles overflowing. you smile and compliment him, a sparkle of vulnerability shining through as you tell him in full honesty how pretty he is to you. you reach out to him smiling softly. "my darling... you always make me feel loved, you deserve this as much as i deserve your love"
kalim al asim
kalim never understood why you were not expressive even if he was your friend, but that's fine, its nice to know that you were honest with him. however, when you were now dating, that nonchalance became endearing and even adorable for him.
it was however, his favorite thing to do to break it. especially when he first witnessed it in passing, you were out of character and he was blushing and smiling. how does anyone like you be this sweet and not show him? frankly, it was not good that you hid it because now he'll constantly try to break that layer of coolness on you.
"kalim, not here!" you yelped as you try to hide the smile creeping up on your lips. he was so happy, seeing that hint of a smile. you were in the dorm's lounge and kalim wanted to make you soft again.
"where then?!" kalim said excitedly because he'll drag you there. you giggle, and slowly ease into the persona he brought out of you. he felt his heart warm and all kalim can think is his luck really brought you to him.
vil schoenheit
vil understands that not everyone would have the same reaction and people would reciprocate emotion differently. he never saw the issue of your nonchalance, all vil can do is accept. however, when you two start dating, vil was pleasantly surprised at how affectionate you can be. he admits, he likes it, it makes all more sweeter.
there are many favorites memories. vil cannot narrow it down, however, there is one he favors the most. when you post him in a secret account and show off your collages of pictures. it was intimate and it was immortalizing, which was all he wanted.
"vil~ look, i got so many picturesss!" you say as you proudly show off the gallery that was filled to the brim of newer pictures from your date earlier. one picture caught his eye, the kiss picture.
"its my favorite! look at us!" you giggle as you try to send it to him. the small smile that vil poised turned softer and a bit wider, you keep winning him over.
idia shroud
idia thought you hated him, in all honesty, at first. sure, he wasn't the best guy or even the friendliest, but just a blank stare and no emotion whatsoever?! yeah, he may be all moody and avoidant but that doesn't mean anything! thankfully, you cleared it all up when you two started seeing each other more.
however, idia wasn't ready for when you were super super affectionate. idia thought that you were swapped or hit with a spell at first, but he got used to it. he actually liked it, it made him feel all warm and idia wasn't about to trade the sunshine you made him feel.
"hiii my number one, super awesome, super duper handsome future husband~" you coo as you enter his room. idia who just finished a fairly bad match frowned but gave a small frustrated smile at you.
"bad match? well, the game was probably rigged" you joke as you plopped on his bed. he sighed and jumped in hugging you. idia felt his heart melt when you giggle and tried to cheer him up.
malleus draconia
malleus knows that not all humans would be the same at expressing. he now knows also that nonchalance is very endearing, especially with you. he can easily tell that your nonchalance is a layer, and your friendship alongside courtship proved him right.
there is fondness that he shares for each moment you let your guard down with someone like him. it made malleus happy that you trust him this much to be this sweet. malleus' favorite time to see it is when you share these nightly walks.
"mal-mal! look a star just passed us by!" you giggle and close your eyes to make a wish, a tradition that malleus orchestrates. unknown to you, malleus makes an illusion a star passed so you can wish. as youu opened your eyes, you hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"im not gonna tell, but... hope you can guess what's my wish" malleus smiles as you insuiate he was the wish. you giggle and kissed him repeatedly as you both are under the stars
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in which you like hiding in the most random places and surprising them
authors note: like they're gonna be so mad but ykw they love u
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riddle rosehearts
you're lucky, riddle notes, he is used to these antics from che'nya. he was so blessed to know those tactics, because riddle wouldn't know what to do if he was unprepared of this situation: you were hanging upside down because you hid on top of his closet!
smiling and humming happily, you edge close to the very end of the closet door; as if you're taunting him.
"heyyy riddle!"
"you get down this instant and be careful!" riddle said mortified as he started pulling his pillows and duvets to the ground to cushion your fall. you jumped and riddle yelled and used his magic to make you float.
"my rose..." he said with a glare as his heart thumped hard against his chest. "never do that again."
leona kingscholar
herbivore is what he calls you, however he feels like that calling you "kitten" is now appropriate. you act like some juvenile kitten who just saw the world. though, leona isn't keen on that behaviour.
leona is on the verge of assigning ruggie to you now, with how your conquest to fright him with the many times you put yourself in places you shouldn't be in. for example, the dorm's tall trees.
"herbivore!" leona growled as his heart sank when he heard from ruggie you disappeared somewhere in the dorm. you whistle and shake a bit to signal to leona you were up on the tree.
"hey, kingscholar!" you said smugly as you lounged atop the tree. leona felt scared and irritated, why must you make things difficult before he has to nap or practice? he struck the tree and made into sand before catching you, his grunt and your wide eyed stare was enough to send the dorm into a frenzy.
"you are not leaving my side, understood?" leona said as he wrapped his tail around you.
azul ashengrotto
azul is still trying to get used to how legs work and being in high up places. so why must you torture him and hide in the most inconvenient of places? the most outrageous was his laundry basket, which mind you, now smells like you! (not that he minds, but still!)
he's trying to find you in the vast dorm room, azul curses his extensive dorm sometimes when it came to how you hide. azul thinks that floyd is also helping you, which is worse, now he has to deal with double the trouble.
"beryl...? come on out, we have plans remember?" azul calls out a bit wary and frustrated that it was dead silent and you may have been hiding for too long. oh, sevens, you may be hungry!
"boo." you say as you grab onto his ankles, azul shrieked and fell. his legs failing him, you giggle as you crawl out of the bottom of some floor board? azul glared as he recovered composure.
"we're making a new deal." azul says as he readies himself to make a contract with one new rule: stop sneaking up on him.
kalim al asim
it wasn't kalim's problem to find you, jamil or someone else does. it infuriates jamil that kalim joins in on your little escapades. sometimes you make it a contest to see if one can hide longer.
though, kalim does get scared sometimes. you learned some tricks from him too, and it is a disadvantage to him especially when you disappear for too long. for example, right now, you're nowhere to be seen and his spacious dorm makes the search even more difficult.
"sunshine? sunshineee?" kalim echoes in the hallway, jamil also on a search for you on the other end of the dorm. it was fun at first but it was concerning and record-breaking. kalim turned a corner and a plant grabbed onto him. kalim nearly flooded the plant until he realized it was you.
"easyy, baby!" you say as he almost sent a flood your way. kalim sighed in relief, and smiled brightly because you now were found!
"yeah, well... you know how i am with being alone!" kalim giggled nervously, as if to remind you of his status and what that entails. you nodded and said "oh" with the realization. lesson learned i guess?
vil schoenheit
you're lovable, vil would say, as his patience thin at the prospect of you disappearing. usually, it was easy to find you. predictable is what vil calls your hiding skills. also, rook hunt happily indulges in the request of finding you (unfair with his unique magic.)
today, however, vil was on his own trying to find you in the dorm. he was an expert at the little nooks and crannies of the dorm. however he was bested because you dropped by, literally, in front of him effectively startling him.
"kya!" vil said as he brought out his wand ready to attack. you smile as you brush yourself off, falling from the chandelier. he sputtered before glaring. vil checked your vitals and tried to see if any injury was there.
"hiya sweetie!" you chirped and vil clicks his tongue as he carefully inspected you. once he's done, he flicks your forehead with a glare.
"don't 'sweetie' me, potato. you could've been hurt. now, come. we are overdue for a good scolding and pampering" vil said with a glare as if he is making note of a new potion to stop your hiding tendency.
idia shroud
frankly, idia thinks you're insane. he even straight up considers bringing you to a facility to check up on your mental capacity. why? who hides in a room filled with computers with no jacket? do you know how cold those rooms are? idia and ortho found you smiling as you hid in some closet box where the power supply is.
and trust, idia keeps you under lock and key after that. but you had your ways, you'd hide under the desk, the bed. behind his clothes, anything. it came to the point idia made a software called, "find prefect."
"oh geez. ortho boot up find prefect" idia said as he saw how you're not in his room again. idia was jittery knowing that you'd bribe ortho into not revealing where you are for a prank, which ortho seems to love lately.
as ortho boots up, it takes a while, you surprise him by covering his eyes. a loud shriek occurred as the lights turned off too. idia burns up and ortho giggled as he finally finished booting up
"prefect is 4 centimeters away from your location!"
malleus draconia
how adorable, malleus says, as you try to hide from his careful eye. he's quite used to lilia and his hiding skills, so you can't hide no matter how hard you try. yet, malleus entertains this folly and pretends to be shocked whenever you try to spook him.
though, malleus gets concerned by how you take risks in hiding at the most obsecure of places. his personal fright was you hiding by the moat because it was the least expected. as malleus dries you up, he shakes his head and gently scolds you.
"you have to admit, the moat is a good place to hide" you chide as malleus uses his magic to lift you away from the moat. you drip from being sprung from the water and shiver at the wind.
"it is quite the unexpected turn. but i'd rather have my dear child of man safe and dry." malleus scolds as he dries you up and pinches your cheek to scold you.
"ahh fine" you surrender, knowing you really can't fight his logic, you were starting to cramp up from trying to stay afloat.
I have request you can totally ignore if you stop taking them! Octatrio with a shorter Reader who is surprisingly strong, being able to pick them up princess style and twirl them around!
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my dear octatrio. it was always such a joy to write them, hope you see this anon and enjoy the fic <3 !
