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Hello! You can call me Venus or Crash. I am a fanfic writer who writes for any gender reader. I am a minor but am okay with writing almost everything. I just like to write and share my stuff. I am a student and a mood writer so my posting will be inconsistent. Thank you!
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WIZARDING WARS 4: LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?
Trope: Nerd x Cool Nerd
Word Count: +3K
Warnings: GN!READER, OOC?, Pre-established releationship, prefect reader but originally from twisted wonderland
Part 2
A long day of classes and work, hanging out with friends during break, and then going to club meetings after school. It was an average day for the students at Night Raven College. A pristine magical college that was high in ranks and skill. The perfect place to become the best. It was paradise for the future mages that would take over the world. No one would ever want to leave…except for one.
Gotta go! Gotta go!
All he could do was pace down the halls after the bell rang. Luckily, Idia didn’t have another in person class and he could escape to his dungeon that he calls his room. Gotta go, was all he could repeat in his mind. He checked the time one more time as he ran, or what he considered as running, through the halls of NRC. Only fifteen more minutes until the release! Idia had pushed himself through hours of social interaction all for this sweet award to seem even more sweet, also because Ortho took his consoles. A long awaited event for players all over Twisted Wonderland. The release of the season: Wizarding Wars 4! A multiplayer game where the player can work to get spells and potions to increase their stats in order to make their line-up of wizards stronger against other players. After its first release, initially in the early years where gaming was introduced, it soon captured the hearts of millions of players and became a childhood classic. Following a second release a couple decades later where the game now introduced new characters and different weapons, such as wands and staffs, it spoke to the younger generations of gamers. Then a third release two decades after that, the third game introduced a new feature where it had a line-up of cards instead of players picking one wizard to battle. Then after decades and years of waiting, the fourth game was announced. New spells, levels, story line, and characters. The game was gonna be the best of the best! If only Idia can get to it in time to buy it before all those other nobody gamers. He rushed as much as he could but his homebody stamina kept him from moving any faster…or moving in general.
Idia stopped to take a breather after running for a full ten minutes. He leaned against one of the halfwalls that NRC had and checked his phone. Dammit, he cursed in his head. Only ten more minutes. I’ll never make it in time! Idia groaned as he lost all hope. He could practically hear the familiar theme song of the game. The upbeat song from the storyline levels that focused too much on the piano part for his liking. It was practically calling to him. He could hear it….he could hear it!
Idia jumped as he looked around the vacant hall of the school. Thinking that he had finally gone crazy when he saw no one in sight. Was it all in his head? Was it a ghost? He could hear the music loud and clear. Almost like it was coming from behind him. Idia whipped around and glanced at the archway that led to the courtyard. Was it the faint music from the wishing well? Three steps forward and a determined mind, he entered the courtyard. Looking around he saw no one in sight, not even a bird. Sighing to himself he turned around after concluding he was finally crazy. Must be from hanging out with all the normies…that was until he spotted someone sitting near the steps. “Gah!” Idia practically jumped three feet into the air as he took a few steps back. Breath caught in his throat as he stared eyes wide at the new person, no, not a new person. It was the prefect!
NEW CHARACTER UNLOCKED!
The magicless prefect of Ramschakle who somehow got into the school despite lacking any magical abilities. He heard rumors that their mentor must have paid for them to get in or pulled some kind of strings to get a nobody like them in. Of course, he knew of them but never actually met them in person at the housewarden meetings. He would sometimes pick up on the other housewardens talking about them when they thought he wasn’t listening because his tablet was there instead of him. All the compliments and praises, about their academics from Riddle and Azul, about their beauty from Vil, about their strength and determination from Leona and Kalim. It all made sense to him now why the prefect was the heartthrob of the school. Light purple makeup with matching accessories. An old 3DS in their hands that had various purple stickers on it with a lilac charm dangling off of it. Their uniforms have the generic look but customized to be more fitted and dark. No wonder they are from the dorm Ramshackle dorm…Idia thought to himself as he felt his hair heating up. The tips of his hair glowing a bit pink, making him all the more insecure about how he looks. He cursed to himself in his head and tried to maintain his emotions, he almost didn’t hear the words the prefect said. Snapping out of his train of thought, Idia looked back at you with slightly parted lips “Huh?”
“I said,” you muttered before popping a bubble with your gum. Looking him up and down, unimpressed and he could tell. “Are you just gonna stand there?”
Idia blinked before suddenly registering what you said. He jumped a bit and stuttered as his hair turned more pink.”Oh-I just heard some music and I came to check it out”. He glanced at the gaming console in your hand. Clearly an older piece of technology that he would only have just to play his older games, but those are all transferred to his newer consoles now. He was seemingly lost in thought, not even realizing he took a step forward as he still stared at the 3DS. He didn’t even know people still had those, let alone knew what those were. They don’t even make games for those anymore. The only point in having those would be to play special games that aren’t released online. That's when he heard the familiar music of Wizarding Wars. Blinking himself out of thought, he looked back at the console and released where the music was coming from. As he heard the music playing from your console he realized it was the Wizarding Wars 2 game. Looking back at your face, Idia noticed the subtle furrow of your brows and how your chewing seemed more agitated. Stuttering, Idia looked down at his hands as he started to fidget. “Is that Wizarding Wars 2?”
Looking at him, you could only think to yourself What a weirdo… The flaming blue hair, the pale skin, the lack of social cues. It hit you that this was the infamous Ignihyde housewarden, Idia Shroud. The recluse gamer that was actually a genius and rumored to be the heir of Styx. It almost seemed laughable. If you had met this guy anywhere else you would have probably judged him before simply walking away. Blowing another bubble with your gum, you looked back at his face and sighed. After being in so many meetings with him, this is how you meet him. You, hiding in the courtyard bushes looking like an absolute loser as you played an old game on your even older DS. You glanced back at the screen of your console. Watching how your main wizard was making potions and boosting his health stats. This cannot be happening. Looking back at Idia with a sigh, you finally broke the silence. “Yeah. You play?”
Idia could practically feel his heart thud at the question. A complete 10/10 asking him about games? He could feel his ego growing but he couldn’t stop himself from boasting, “Do I play?” He scoffed as he crossed his arms with a cocky smirk, “Every single release since the first one. Even the fanmade games.” He laughed to himself as his hair seemed to burn a bit more in that hypnotizing blue that was so unfamiliar. “I’m not some low level gamer that only liked the games because they were popular or because it suddenly got better graphics. I'm practically a pro!” Idia looked back at you and that's when it hit him that he was being stuck up.
He could only watch as you looked at him unimpressed. Clearly annoyed with the way he was acting as you let out that uninterested “uh huh”. Idia mentally cursed himself for getting so big-minded. Of course a final love interest in an otome game wouldn’t like him. He finally had one chance to seem normal and totally messed it up by talking about games. In his defense, they brought up games first! He could only sulk in his spot as his hair dulled to a calming blue color. He was practically replaying the whole moment in his head until something unexpected happened. You, holding out your console to him with that same stoic look, “You wanna play?”
LEVEL UP!
Idia practically jumped up at the request. His hair glowing a bit more as he walked slowly over to you. Sitting down in between the stairs and you, he took the console with shaking hands. Glancing at the screen and seeing the level up game that you had on auto-play the whole time. Noting how you seemed to main Clever Cersei, the fans always called her CC in their fanposts. A younger mage that focused on runes in casting as her attacks, a back-liner kind of character. In the storyline, it was said that she was born to normal parents until her village got attacked and she was cursed by one of the evil mages that found her. Hence why she could never fight on the frontlines, otherwise she would have killed everyone around her. Could have been an OP character if they allowed her to be put in the frontlines…Idia thought to himself as he glanced at the stickers on the console. Some simple yet cute stickers all over the console. He couldn’t help but notice a WWMAGE sticker that was released in the original copies of the first game, only giving to the first fifty games when first bought during its original release. He couldn’t help but be amazed, they seemed like a true gamer….were they?
His breath caught in his throat as he felt the sudden closeness from you. He fumbled over his words as he glanced at you who was practically hovering over his shoulder, “what are you-” Though he quickly shut his mouth with the look he got from you. He gulped as he watched you look back at the screen, eternally grateful for losing your focus.
“I’ve been trying to increase her stats to the next level but her curse percentage keeps stopping me,” you mumbled quietly to the both of you. Your brows furrowed a bit as you simply kept chewing on the gum. Sighing, you leaned back against the wall and glanced at him. “What level are you?”
He looked back at you with wide eyes. Seemingly surprised you would ask such a gamer question even though all the evidence suggested you were one. “Uh,” he quickly swallowed to help his drying throat. “Emerald-” He let out an embarrassing loud squeak as you snatched the console back. Shocked at the sudden reaction from his rank reveal. “What-”
You simply clicked away on your console as you turned off auto-play. Scoffing at his reaction as you don’t even spare a glance. “Why would I want some Emerald rank to help me?”
LEVEL DOWN!
What! Idia scoffed at that, crossing his arms as he looked back at you. Emerald is the third highest rank! He furrowed his brows as he spoke, “and what rank are you? Bronze?”
“Sapphire,” you casually answered. Missing the way his jaw drops at the reveal of you having the second highest rank. No wonder you didn’t want his help. He wouldn’t want help from some lower level noob either!
Idia looked at you with his mouth agape. His hair suddenly a shade more pink and his palms sweating a bit. A million thoughts going through his head as he released the was out gamered. His heart thumped fast in his chest, fighting against his ribs to escape. His fingers twitched and it seemed to be in your direction. With a huff he tried to save face and crossed his arms. “Yeah, well what's your rank in the third game? I bet it’s not that good if you’re wasting your time on the second game.”
Simply clicking the buttons on your console as you matched the different runes on the screen. You simply mumbled without even sparring him a glance, “ I don’t have the third game.”
Idia’s jaw dropped impossibly lower at the revelation. Different light bulbs went off in his head as he connected the pieces. “You don’t have the third one…”
You simply shook your head while still boosting your character's stats. “Nope,” you muttered quietly. “Didn’t have time to get it on its release date and it sold out. Don’t know anyone with it either.”
“I have it,” Idia blurted out before he could even think. He paused in shock at even his own words. He seemed to retract at his words and fumbled over his words, “I mean-”
“You have the third game,” you asked with uncharacteristic excitement. You moved to sit on your knees and held onto his shoulders. The console forgotten in the grass as the level soon ended in a defeated scene.
Idia’s hair seemed to glow in a bright pink at the sudden touch. He nodded dumbly as his hands went straight to your arms. He did a million different calculations in his head and realized this would be his only chance, “I can lend it to you!”
Then, with a once in a lifetime moment, a smile. His heart fluttered as you seemed to light up at the idea. The way he saw the stars and knew he could never find anything more beautiful than you in this very moment. The way you nodded, the way your hair bounced with each movement.
NEW LEVEL UNLOCKED!
Idia stood frozen in his room as he watched you look around. A real life person…in my room! He fidgeted with his hands as he watched you look around his room with a curious look. The way you would pause in front of certain game merch or make comments on limited edition items that he went through the underworld and back to get. “Uh,” he mumbled quietly and turned around quickly to hide his flustered face. Although his hair turned a shade of pink that exposed his true feelings. “The game should be over here.”
You looked over your shoulder as you watch move to his bookshelf. Glancing at the many games he had in different forms. Some cds, some card games, some for different consoles. What a nerd… you muttered to yourself inside your head as you looked back at his setup. Noticing how he transferred Wizarding Wars 3 to his computer to play on. Clicking on the continue button with the mouse, you opened up his line-up page. You took note of how his main character seemed to be Avenging Alaster, a front line mage that had been introduced in the second game for the new storyline. In the story, he was born to a long line of well known mages but his magic was deemed weak because he was a star-based mage compared to his fire-based family. He was constantly put down from both outsiders and his family so when he got accepted into the prestigious mage school he went. He became top of his class and soon one of the most powerful mages in his field but was still looked down upon. Throughout the story line he became much stronger and even recognized for his power.
Before you could move into his line-up and see all the different characters in his hold you heard him call out to you. Turning around, you spot him nervously holding up the game in his long fingers. He walked over in a few steps and dropped the small gaming card in your hands. He quickly shoved his hands into the pocket of his hoodie as he avoided eye contact. “It's the original game with all the same features. The modded version is on my pc…”
Looking down at the game in your hand you can’t help but feel the excitement bubbling in your chest. Running a finger over the card it felt surreal to finally have your top game in your possession. Flipping it over, you could only deflate at what it said. It was for the pyro console..something you had never bought because your mentor thought it was dumb to waste your time on games instead of leveling up your powers. With a sigh, you could only drop the game back into his hand which caught him off guard. “Don’t bother,” you muttered quietly although your disappointment was obvious. “I can’t play.”
Idia stumbled over his words as his brows furrowed. Couldn’t play? You were so excited! “Why not? Don’t you want it?” He stepped forward and grabbed your wrist, which took both of you by surprise. He quickly took a step back as his hair burned a brighter pink. “Sorry!”
You looked back at him with wide eyes before taking a deep breath. Scolding your expression you put your hands in your pockets and looked back at him with that same stoic expression you gave everyone. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just can’t. I don’t have the console.”
“Oh,” Idia realized the situation you were in. You were much more down to earth then he was which explained why you wouldn’t have the pyroconsole. Sighing, he looked down and mumbled before he could truly think about his words. “You could come over whenever you want…I’ll let you play on my console or pc. Whichever you prefer…”
Then, just like that, you felt a wave of emotions that you never experienced before. Joy, excitement, and something else you can’t quite label. The room suddenly felt hotter as your cheeks warmed up. Your heart singing a new song in your chest as your lungs work overtime to match your breathing. A soft smile graced your lips as the cold look in your eyes melted, “I’d like that”.
Idia looked up with wide eyes at your words. His heart thumping loudly in his chest and ears as his hair burned impossibly pinker. He nodded and smiled a bit to himself.
+1 HEART!
But...don't you love me?
Pairing: Ace x reader
Rivalry: Ace vs. Malleus
It was no secret Ace was your best friend. Your first one even. He took pride in being the one person who was consistent throughout your time in Twisted Wonderland. There were so many things you two went through together. From sharing laughs to fighting overblots, he was always there. He was the one person who could always make you feel better and always put a smile on your face. He knew he couldn’t be replaced so easily. So…why was he?
Ace knows he should be happy. You haven’t had the easiest time since coming here. But…he can’t help but feel the pit inside his stomach grow whenever he sees you with him: Malleus Draconia. How was he supposed to compete with that? He’s a prince! Yet, Ace couldn’t help but resent the entire Draconia bloodline whenever he saw the way you laughed and smiled at the fae.
“Wanna hang out tonight?” He asked casually as he walked alongside you. It was routine for the two of you, he would walk you back to Ramshackle and you would hang out with him until you couldn’t anymore. Only, that routine was being broken by the new addition in your life.
“Tonight,” you asked as you looked at him. “Sorry, I can’t. Malleus is supposed to show me this new place he found in the forest.”
As soon as you said that name his smile dropped. “Right,” he sighed as he looked down and shoved his hands into his pockets. There was suddenly an awkward tension between the two of you as he kicked mindlessly at pebbles alongside the stone road. “Of course, go hang out with your stupid dragon prince best friend.”
“What’s gotten into you?” You suddenly stopped and turned to Ace much to his surprise. It was then that you could see how much this was bothering him. Sure, you were hanging out with Malleus more but he didn’t exactly have friends. Plus, you would basically be with Ace every minute of the day. It was okay for you to have other friends! “You’ve been so mean lately,” you snapped back. “I’m literally just hanging out with my friends!”
“That’s not,” Ace tensed up as he turned to you before seeing the faint hint of hurt in your eyes. There were a million things going through his mind of what he wanted to say. How he wanted to explain to you that he felt more lonely than ever because of your new friend. How he felt selfish for wanting to keep you to himself. But he couldn’t. He knows he can’t keep you from other people. You have the right to be with the people you choose. And he wanted to stay one of those people. “Whatever,” he sighs as he turns back around and keeps walking.
You froze momentarily at his dismissive comment. Why couldn’t he just tell you how he felt for once instead of hiding it? “Seriously,” you huffed as he watched him push the gate open to Ramshackle. For a moment, you wanted to reach out and tell him you’ll cancel but if he couldn’t ask you to then why would you?
A silence washed over the two of you as he stomped up the decaying steps of Ramshackle. It was all too familiar, he would walk in and lounge on the couch while you would follow and stay with him. Except, it felt all too forced now that there was no laughing or shared jokes.
You followed him inside and closed the door behind you. You watched as he dropped onto the old couch in the living room and laid there. Never had Ramshackle felt more broken before. Slowly, you walked away from the door and into the living room. There was still silence as you sat on the floor in front of him like you have done a million times before. Only now it felt tense and awkward.
Ace stayed still as he heard your quiet shuffling. He took up the whole couch and stared up at the ceiling, his arms behind his head. A scowl stayed on his face as a thousand thoughts went through his head. He should tell you how he feels, he knows that but he just can’t.
Minutes passed by before he finally glanced at you. Something made him pause when he noticed how you were acting. Perhaps it was the way you hugged your knees to your chest or the way you stared at the floor blankly but he just couldn’t take it. It was then that he felt guilty for everything he had done. He couldn’t help but stare finally sighing, “look.”
The sudden break in silence made you jump. A wave of relief and anxiety washed over you as you turned to look at him. “Yeah,” you asked quietly. Too quietly, you couldn’t even hear yourself.
“I,” Ace started before sighing. He suddenly sat up on the couch but kept his head down as he stared at the floor. His fingers were digging into the old cushions of the couch, leaving dents behind when he finally let go. “I don’t…like how you’re hanging out with him. Malleus…I mean.”
You didn’t know what shocked you more; his words or the way he struggled to say them like he was forcing himself. You moved to sit up on your knees as you turned to face him. He was tense, too tense. “What do you mean?”
Ace sighed as he sunk more into himself. It was moments like these that he wished he wasn’t so stupid. “I just don’t like it,” he forces out. “You’re always hanging out with him and even when you’re not you always bring him up.”
“What?” You furrowed your brows as you took in his words. Sure, you would mention something about Malleus but only when the topic of conversation is related! “I don’t-“
“You do,” he practically yelled out as he looked at you. He watched as you jumped slightly and he instantly regretted it. He had seen you being scared before but never towards him. Never because of him. He opened his mouth to say something before giving up halfway when he saw how you couldn’t look at him. “Nevermind,” he stood up.
You jumped when he got up and started making his way towards the door. Quickly, you scrambled to your feet as you tried to chase after him. “Wait,” you yelled out as he opened the door. “Where are you going?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he answered begrudgingly as he walked down the steps of the dorm. He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked tensely down the paved path. “I need to think.”
You stood in the doorway as you watched him leave. “Ace,” you started to call out but he was already gone. The gate swung back and forth after his departure. You contemplated running after him but this was one of the only times he told you how he felt.
Silently, you turned back around and stared back into Ramshackle. The air suddenly felt too cold and the dorm looked so empty. You could finally hear the walks settling and the floor creaking with each brush of air that only came alive when it was just you. For once, you felt like the villain.
But...don't you love me?
A multi-character angst twst series where they struggle with their emotions towards the reader and wants to keep them to themselves.
Pairing: Various Characters x Reader
You guys can request what characters you want going against each other, both one-sided and mutual.
This or that?
Pairing: 42!Miles x GN!Reader
Word count: 1k+ words
Warnings: Angst, use of you pronouns, Miles pov
Based off this
How you died
It was sickening. The way he became obsessed with the simple feeling of being able to feel. The way he finally feels at peace now that he’s seen the life he was meant to have. Miles had never once felt happiness, not since his father died. Everyday since he spent it resenting who he is all because he could have saved the man that was supposed to help him grow. Now he's relishing in the love and affection his “fake” family is giving him. Who could blame him? Seizing the life he was supposed to have from his alternate self. Going so far as to kidnap the original Miles and locking him away so he could trade places. It was only right, he was meant to have the life the other had. Yet a part of him feels guilty. Seeing the smiles and laughs that are technically fake because they're directed to an idea of him instead of his true self. A part inside of him hurts whenever his other worldly dad pats him on the back or says “good morning” when they first meet at breakfast. He loathes it, loves it. Yet all of that self-hatred doesn’t compare to what he feels when he sees you.
His heart. His love. His beloved loves the other version of him. It’s wrong, he knows it. Yet that doesn’t stop him from leaning into your touch or faltering at your smile whenever you get close. It eats him alive. A million thoughts going through his head when he lays down in the bed late at night with you in his arms. Sleeping soundly against his chest, completely at peace because you don’t know how he isn’t your Miles. The same fake Miles that knows you would come to resent him if you ever figured out what he had done to yours. Yet who can’t bring himself to stop. How could he? No one would blame him for being guilty to have another moment with you. He couldn't go back home, not unless he sat in front of your grave and talked to the air.
It was only supposed to be for a couple of days. That's how much his body could take before completely glitching like he was some virus. Though the more he got a taste of the sweet life that was truly his, the more he got addicted and couldn’t go back. So he got used to it. Figuring out when his body was going to glitch and how to prevent it for some time. Noticing the signs long before it happens so he can duck into somewhere private and glitch. A perfect facade. He had it all played out perfectly. Took out his braids, smiled a bit more, even toned down his spanish accent to seem as if he couldn’t speak it that well. It was all going well, outside. Even though he had everything he wanted he couldn’t shake off that internal feeling of dread when he inevitably had to go home. It was so surreal…
“Miles…,” it was almost as if he was in a dream. “Miles..,” or possibly a nightmare with the way he knows it isn’t real. “Miles..?” Perhaps he should leave before it gets worse. “Miles.” Though that would only make it hurt more. “Miles!” Snapping back to reality, he finally realized who was calling out for him. He shook his head a bit before looking at you. Sweet, oblivious to you. Who's been acting the same as he remembered before the incident back in his world. It was astonishing that you haven’t caught on yet. “Miles?” He finally glanced up at you. Faltering a bit when he heard your sweet little laugh and said your charming smile. “You okay? I’ve been calling you for forever.”
“Huh?” He asked, his Spanish accent slipping a bit before he caught himself. “Oh, sorry. Lost in thought…” He froze as he saw the slight furrow of your brows and the purse of your lips. Noticing the way you held the shirt in your hands a bit tighter, almost wrinkling it. “What was it that you wanted?”
You quickly regain yourself as you look back down at the shirt in your hands. Lifting it up to put it in front of you, you turned to look at Miles. Giving him a small smile before finally speaking up, “What do you think? Should I buy it?”
Miles studied you for a bit with the shirt in between you two. Damn, he was trying to keep it together. Part of him wanted to hold you in his arms forever and the other part wanted to run away. Was this the life he was supposed to have? Being able to go around and shop with you as the half-annoyed boyfriend who always gets dragged around. His biggest worry being how he was going to pay for all your stuff instead of getting caught by the police whenever he went on a prowler mission. “Yeah,” he forced a small smile. A part of it felt somewhat real because of you even though he was tired of having to fake being nice. “Looks good. I like the color.”
You couldn’t see it but he seemed to smile inside as you rolled your eyes at him. How he watched you with a softening demeanor as you turned back to the clothes rack and muttered something about him being the worst for clothes shopping. He was thankful, almost, especially since he felt an involuntary twitch in his right hand. Looking down, he narrowed his eyes as he saw his fingers twitch again. “Shit,” he muttered to himself as he quickly looked around to see if the store had a bathroom or at least a dressing room.
“What was that,” you turned to look at him over your shoulder as you heard him mumble something. Furrowing your brows a bit at his slightly panicked expression before it suddenly disappeared as he turned to look at you. “Nothing,” he half smiled. “Gonna go use the restroom, I’ll be right back.” You nodded hesitantly as he suddenly walked away “okay…”
He practically ran off as soon as he said those words. Sweat formed at his brows and slowly dripped down his face as he quickly looked around. Looking left and right before spotting a private changing room. Muttering a quick sorry as he stole it from a person going to walk in there. Miles let out a small groan once he was alone. Hands against the mirror as his body fully glitched. A sharp pain shooting through his spine as he and his cells fight the different dimensional levels. A faint voice of his actual mother ringing through his ears. His body screams for the need to go back, urging to go back. It all came crashing down onto him as the episode finished. The only sound being his heavy panting as he realized what he needed to do. He slowly lifted his head to look at himself in the mirror. What was it that he saw? Miles didn’t know but there was one thing he could see, a monster. The choices were to either go back and live a long and proper life or to stay and be happy at his own expense. He needed to make a decision, and he needed to make it fast.
Miles stood up and pulled himself together before stepping out of the changing room. Walking past everyone in the store as he headed back towards where you were. Feeling a genuine smile grow onto his face as he saw you in the same area you were before.
“You're back. What are you doing?” You laughed quietly as he wrapped both arms around you. Giggling at the ticklish feeling of his breath against your neck as he buried his face there. Holding you tightly against his chest and basking in your attention and warmth. He didn’t know if this was right, but it felt like it. He didn’t need to go back. Not when he can finally have the life he deserves.
Guys my mom found out about my account and read this…
hii how are you? i hope you’re having a good day :) if requests are open, can i please request dating headcanons for the third years at nrc? thank you and take care!!
Yes of course!!! (∩˃ᴗ˂∩)✧
Trey is one of the most confident ones at the school. You choose him for a reason, why should he worry? Though that doesn’t stop him from intimidating any other student who tries to flirt with you (his vice housewarden status scares them). He definitely prefers to spend quality time together and giving gifts. Nothing makes him more happy than having you next to him as he bakes in the Heartslaybul kitchen. His second favorite type of date? Taking you in town and walking around with the occasional photoshoot. It’s tradition for him to buy you two matching gifts whenever you go. Whether it’s a keychain or a simple bracelet you liked and you best believe he wears it everyday.
Cater is definitely loud when it comes to him loving you but he’s also the most sincere. He won’t admit it but he does take dating advice from videos he sees on magicam…but it works! He’s also a great listener. You can say something in passing and he’s making you a homemade gift about it for your guys next dates. He’s also the type to get flowers for you-whether it’s store bought or hand picked from heartslaybul’s garden-just because he wants too. He lives by the motto “always treat them like you’re trying to win them over so they stay” because he never wants to let you go.
Leona may seem like he doesn’t care but he does, a lot. He isn’t very use to affection so he figures he could just throw money at you and that will keep you happy. But when he realizes that you need more than that he’ll step up. Usually he’ll just pull you into his arms as he naps and calls that a date. But when he hears you complain to someone else? Suddenly he’s up and about and finds you wherever you may be. He’ll throw himself at you and holds you close with an arm around you, especially if someone is staring too hard. He may also put a few braids in your hair (no matter the length) as a mark of territory…
Vil thinks himself as a romantic. He’ll plan all these little dates and gestures to make sure you know how much he cares about you. Whether it’s sending flowers to your dorm whenever he’s gone or taking you to his hometown to try a cafe he loved growing up, he’ll make sure to take care of you. Though, he tries to keep you out of the medias eye only because he wants to keep you for himself. And if they find out? He’ll love you loudly and show you off. Though he’ll trap you in his room from time to time just so he can have you to himself…
Rook is a romantic. He knows everything about you…strangely. It might be uncomfortable but that also means his gifts are never bad! It’s his daily ritual to make at least two poems about you and shares them with you. He also tries to make your favorite meals and shares them with you just so he can watch you be happy. He’s loud and proud about the way he loves you. But when it’s late at night and just the two of you? He holds you in his arms and watches you sleep as he thinks to himself how lucky he is to have you.
Idia is not a romantic. Though he tries. You know those videos where someone codes the “will you be my valentine?” onto someone’s computer and they have to click yes or no? That’s him. He may not get out much but he still tries because he knows he’s lucky to have you! He’ll host a movie night in his room, teach you how to play his favorite games, and even slowly integrate your stuff into his room so you guys are practically living together. You’re always on his mind…which is why all the characters he tries to romance in his games look like you….
Malleus is pretty new to this stuff but he tries nonetheless. It’s to the point then whenever someone needs to find him they just go to you because he never leaves your side. He’s just happy to be with you and it keeps others away from you… He goes off the stories he heard growing up about the princes who save their princesses. He also uses old fae courting techniques to get you…what do you mean you don’t want this giant gem he took from his family treasures? It’s too much? He brought it just for you! Yeah, the next few days are pouring with rain now…
Lilia is the most experienced out of all the students there. He’s had a few partners over the years but none like you. He’s considers himself a professional in the love department. He knows all the pickup lines, all the dates, and even all the moves to make your heart flutter. It’s a game to him, he loves seeing your flustered reaction whenever he switches from his usual playful self to a smooth bachelor. He even knows all the gifts…though they may be outdated. What do you mean you don’t want the head of your enemy? That’s not allowed anymore? Oh…but the food is even worse. It is a fae technique to give food to someone to make them yours forever. You just have to explain that you’re not eating his food because it’s bad not because you don’t want him.
Thinking about Sebek who would rather die then tell you he likes you.
Lovestruck!Sebek who tells more with his actions than his words. At least he can’t filter out what he says but when he acts he reveals more than he wants. Standing a bit too close, always stepping in between you and danger, even making sure you’re taking care of yourself. He cares that much, a bit too much.
Lovestruck!Sebek who subtly changes his routine to be with you more. Waking up earlier to train and get ready just so he can rush over to Ramshackle to walk you to class. Walking a bit faster to take you to lunch and back to the dorm. Even changing what time he does homework just so he can “help” you with yours.
Lovestruck!Sebek who doesn’t need to say anything to let his family know about his crush. Lilia notices it from his rigid posture and red ears whenever he’s near you. Which ends up with Lilia telling his mom who tells his dad who essentially tells all his clients about in passing during appointments. He’s embarrassed when he goes home for holidays and his neighbor from around the corner asks about you…
Lovestruck!Sebek who leaves little gifts for you at the advice from his family. His mom says homemade gifts but Lilia and Malleus say gestures. Which ends up with you having a brand new scarf and a newly built heater system at ramshackle all in one weekend. He’s exhausted but at least he’s taking care of you!
Lovestruck!Sebek who uses you as motivation to do better! He ends up studying more, training more, and even being closer so he can take care of you now and in the future. If he can prove himself as a decent partner now then he’ll definitely be a better one in the future!
Lovestruck!Sebek who gets jealous whenever another guy tries to advance on you. He pulls you back the moment the guys opens his mouth and starts yelling at him about manners and indecency. It always ends up with Sebek too mad to even talk to you normally or leave your side. You always have to end up comforting him…”
Lovestruck!Sebek who ends up confessing to you near the end of the school year. Not by choice but because he had to. He doesn’t know when he’s going to see you or if he will over the summer. So he rushes over to ramshackle and practically breaks your door down with how agressive his knocking is before yelling out a “I like you!” Followed by a long speech.
Lovestruck!Sebek who doesn’t know what to do when you laugh and admit you knew he liked you. His ears go red and he stutters for a bit before freezing when you hug him. Slowly, he melts before finally hugging you back with a muttered “this is improper” but never lets go.
Lovestruck!Sebek who finally won you.
The first years and their love language:
Ace is very much into physical touch. You noticed it when he first befriended you. Whether it was an arm around your shoulders or him slumping against you whenever you two sat at the lunch table, he was always touching you. Then when you two started dating it only got worse. An arm around your waist, his chin on your shoulder during a back hug, his legs tangled with yours as the two of you slept. All the time. There was rarely a time when he wasn’t touching you. But honestly, you got used to it. So use to it that you craved his touch at every single moment.
“What was that,” Ace turned to you when you suddenly stopped walking. He stared at your hand outstretched to him before the most smug grin graced his face. He wasted not time in walking over to you and instead of grabbing your hand he pulled you into his side. “Heh, guess you always need me to hold you. Huh?”
Deuce loves words of affirmation. Growing up his mom would always express her love for him through words. He had gotten to used to it that he would do the same for you. Whether it was a simple “you look nice” here or a “love you” there, he loved it. Especially after his delinquent phase, he needed the constant reassurance to know he was doing a good job. Even the smallest bit of praise brightened his day. He always tried to compliment you. Then when you do it back? He’s a blushing mess with the softest smile ever.
“Did you do something different today?” Deuce asked quietly as he watched you walk out of Ramshackle. He could feel his cheeks heat up as you stepped closer to him. He didn’t know what it was but something about you today had his heart racing, more than usual. “Whatever it is, you look good…really good.”
Jack is constantly doing acts of service. It was something his family always did for eachother to make things easier. They may have never said anything but they knew it was out of love. So he did it for you too. Whether it was the small things, like fixing the collar on your uniform, or bigger actions, like helping you fix up Ramshackle, he was always doing something. Very much the type of boyfriend to always hold your bag and open the door. He was raised well. And he always did it with his tail wagging. It made him feel good, being able to help you. And when you do it back he feels as if he’s over the moon.
“I got it,” Jack quickly stepped forward and took the large stack of books Crowley gave you to take to the library. He waited until you started walking to match your pace. Occasionally, he would adjust his hold on the books or stretch his shoulder but he never complained. “Don’t worry, I got it.”
Epel prefers gift giving, and he’s a master at it. Growing up, he was used to homemade gifts. They showed the work and thought process behind them in order to gift the person. It was always the preferred gift giving method in his household and it shows. He doesn’t like to brag he does but he’s quite the craftsman. From knitting a whole sweater (thanks grandmas) to building furniture, he’s got it. It may not always be grand but he always puts his soul and love into it. But when you do the same? He’s blushing harder then any hard days work on the farm could to him.
“Here,” Epel muttered as he shoved a wrapped present into your hands. He avoided looking at you as you opened it. In it was a knitted scarf in your favorite color with a small note that read ‘for winter - E ♡.’ “Don’t worry about it,” he muttered quietly before adding on. “Just don’t want you to freeze…”
Sebek adores quality time. It doesn’t have to be anything big, he just needs to spend time with you. He likes it when it’s just you two doing your own thing. You could be reading a book as he trains and he’s happier then ever. Though, he does prefer when it’s something the two of you do together. A walk around the school, a trip into town, or even a small movie night. He loves all of it. But don’t expect him to be quiet….
“Human!” You hear from down the hallway before seeing Sebek run over. He slows down in front of you before clearing his throat quietly as he avoids looking at you. “I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to my training session this afternoon. You don’t have to join. Just be there! Please…”
Makeup and kisses
Word count: 1k+
Warnings: reader wears makeup, reader is alt but not specific to one subgenre, mentions of complexion but not specified race, I believe I used no gender specific terms for reader but let me know, kissing
Pairing: Vil x Alt!reader
“Ah, there you are. I’ve been waiting for you,” Vil spoke from his vanity as you walked into his room. It had taken much begging and insisting for Vil to do your makeup, on his part at least. He had been intrigued since the day you came to Twisted Wonderland. Your teased hair and bold yet dark makeup had drawn him in. He had seen many people who shared a similar style to you but you looked completely different in way. Your unique features and confident demeanor elevate the style to something completely different that he had ever seen. You were so unapologetically yourself, holding a beauty he had never seen before. He was envious in a way, or perhaps attracted. Perhaps that’s why he insisted on doing your makeup and styling you, who knows?
You sighed as you walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge of the soft and expensive comforter. His room smelled faintly of lavender, causing you to relax subconsciously as you sat in the man’s room that you deemed desperate. “Of course I came,” you stated blankly as you looked around at his decor. The early light of the rising sun illuminates the room in a way that makes it feel awfully intimate. “You had practically groveled at my feet to do this.”
Vil smiled to himself as he heard your words. Never had anyone dare to talk to him like that, most end up stuttering themselves into embarrassment or showering him with compliments. That is what made you so attractive to him after all. He finished applying his mascara before standing him to face you. “Well,” he started before pausing as he looked at you. His breath caught in his throat as he saw your natural beauty for once. No heavy makeup, no boldly styled hair. Just your bare face and natural self, something he never knew that would be so appealing to him. He was so lost in thought that it wasn’t until you stared back at him and cleared your throat did he realize he was staring. He quickly pulled himself together and stood back with a slight frown to save face, “I didn’t grovel.”
You simply raised a brow at his words as he walked over. Stopping in front of you and crossing his arms as if to make a point. “Really,” you asked unimpressed, “you didn’t?” You scoffed as you were about to continue before he suddenly lifted your head to look at him with a hand under your chin. That was when you realized that the intimate atmosphere wasn’t just in your head. “Vil,” you asked hesitantly as the space between you two shrank more and more.
“Hmm,” he looked over your features once more. Everything about you seemed to intrigue him. From the way your hair seemed to fall and frame your face perfectly to the slight variations in skin tone on your face. It felt like forever as he studied your face, trying to memorize everything before he covered it up with makeup. Finally, he looked back to your eyes and straightened up before gesturing to his vanity chair. “Do you always wear makeup?”
You shrugged as you sat down on the plush chair, “yeah? It’s a part of my identity.” You watched as he grabbed his products and a few more to accommodate your exact skin tone. You couldn’t help but notice the pale pinks and striking purples that seemed to litter his vanity. “If you make me look basic then we’re gonna have some problems.”
Vil froze at the small threat. Never had someone ever been so bold towards him, especially when he was doing their makeup. In fact, most people sucked up to him during that moment. Slowly, a small smile graced his face as he let out a small laugh. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Now hold still.”
You hummed quietly in response as he started the process. It was similar to your own; put your hair back, moisturizer then sunscreen then primer, color correct then start your base. It was oddly relaxing, being pampered like that. With most people you wouldn’t trust them with your style unless they wore it themselves. Except there was something about Vil that made him so trustworthy or perhaps it was his experience with makeup.
“Do you do your eye makeup first or last?” He glanced at your eyes for a second before going back to blending in the concealer on your under eyes. He felt oddly at peace with you. Something about your carefree and careless attitude seemed to do that to him.
“Doesn’t matter,” you hummed quietly while looking at yourself in the mirror. “Depends on the day for me…and the look.”
He nodded quietly at your response, “I see.” Looking back at his vanity he found a few pallets that could fit your aesthetic. Some had dark reds and browns, others had blacks and sparkly silver eyeshadow. It was a tough decision but after taking in your usual look and palette he decided to go mix your aesthetics together. “How do you feel about purple?”
You watched as he picked up an elegant and expensive looking palette. He opened it to show the dark and rich purples but also the glitter shades that he would no doubt use later to add some detail. Shrugging, you rested your hands in the arm rest of the chair before looking back at him. “It’s fine. I have some purple in my closet but I can make it work.”
That comment only seemed to amuse him. With one hand under your chin, he tilted your head back to get a better look at your face. “Close your eyes,” he ordered softly before grabbing an eyeshadow brush to start the process.
The atmosphere only seemed to grow more intense between the two of you. His soft touches and attentiveness only seemed to stir a reaction within you. Then for him it was the simple obedience and trust that caused his heart to speed up a bit. The closeness did nothing to help your guys' reactions. Instead, it only fueled them as the time went on.
“Done,” he muttered softly before picking up a blush that would compliment the whole look. “What do you think so far?”
You looked past him and into the mirror as he applied the product with a thick brush. It was amazing, the purples and glittery topper only seemed to make your eyes more striking. The precise eyeliner only seemed to compliment your overall aesthetic. “It’s great,” you looked back at him. “You did a good job.”
“Obviously,” he smiled as he grabbed your chin again to turn your face. Carefully, he lined your lips in a brown color that complimented your appearance followed with a mauve lipstick to help. Whether it was the closeness or the sudden focus on your lips, he suddenly had the urge to go closer and kiss you. “There,” he forced himself to move back and set the lipstick down.
There was a brief moment of silence as the two of you looked at each other. Neither of you said anything as his glance kept jumping from your eyes to your lips. He couldn’t help but admire how you looked in that moment. So distinctively you but with a touch of him. It felt surreal, like he had a claim on you now that you were adorned in his signature purples. He swallowed nervously before forcing himself to look back down at the vanity as he leaned against it.
You noticed the sudden space between the two of you. It wasn’t until he initially pulled back did you realize you were leaning in so close to him. You gripped the arms of the chair tightly before suddenly standing up to both of your surprises. “Vil,” you whispered quietly as you stepped closer to him.
He looked up in surprise as you suddenly caged him against the vanity. He tensed for only a second before grabbing your waist gently and pulled you closer. “Yes,” he asked softly as he looked at you with that trained look he always gives whenever he wants something.
You faltered slightly at the look, it was different now that you were on the receiving end after witnessing it all this time. “I,” you started off as you glanced down at his hands before looking back at him. Your feelings were strong, he knew it and you knew it. Except, he had them too. It was then that you realized that there was nothing to lose.
It took him by surprise when you suddenly stepped closer and kissed him. He tensed for only a second before melting into the kiss. He pulled you closer as his eyes closed and he let out the only smallest hum before he tried to take over.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as you leaned into him. You could feel how he was trying to take over but you wouldn’t let that happen. Suddenly, it went from a long awaited first kiss to a battle between your tongues. Small hums and growing holds grew between the two of you before you both suddenly needed to get air.
Heavy breaths filled the room as the two of you looked at each other. His collar was slightly messy from your arms and your lipstick was smudged from his needy actions. There was a shared silence before his signature smirk returned. “I brought you over to do makeup and you already messed it up,” he mused quietly before turning to his vanity to fix it.
You rolled your eyes at his words. Of course he would go back to fixing how you looked. Except, this time it felt right. You wouldn’t mind being under his watch if it meant sharing more moments like that. It certainly wouldn’t.
A Yuu you can't understand...
This is such an unoriginal idea, but I really like the concept of Yuu not speaking the common language in Twisted Wonderland.
Word count: 2k+
Warnings: Gender neutral reader, bad writing, shit fic. 2nd person pov
Pairing: Various characters x reader
Sorry I've been gone...
It was something you should have expected, really. Getting transported to a whole new world filled with magic and new species is something entirely on its own. So why would you expect to be able to speak their language? Or for them to speak your own?
In all fairness, no one expects to be able to understand a floating cat that has the ability to breathe fire. You could only stare up at the small monster as he looks down at you. Nothing but blank stares and foreign words being shared between the two of you. You had later learned that his name was Grim. Or something like that. It had taken a while before he finally understood that you weren’t from the island or anywhere in Twisted Wonderland really. As if not having magic was hard enough, you also couldn’t speak with anyone either…
Heartslaybul:
It had been a few weeks since you joined NRC that Ace learned to understand you…or to the best of his abilities. Everyone knows he’s not the brightest but they couldn’t help but respect him for his determination. Perhaps it’s because you two spend a lot of time together or because he’s known you the longest but he’s really the only one who understands you.
“Uhh…Ace?” Cater laughs nervously as you throw a few nonsensical terms at him in a tone he understands to be enthusiastic. He looks over his shoulder at the 1st year who’s helping Trey in the kitchen, a desperate look in his eyes as he silently pleads for help. “What are they saying?”
Both Ace and Trey look up in unison.Trey only gives a small laugh before he goes back to icing the freshly baked cupcakes for the tea party later. Ace sighs and dusts off his hands before walking over to the pair. “Hey,” he stops in front of you with crossed arms. “What’s going on?”
You look up at Ace for a few seconds, almost as if you’re processing what he said. Then suddenly, in a flurry of words and some hand motions, you spoke animatedly about whatever it was. There were a few words in the common language thrown in there, some Ace had taught you in order to help you out a bit, that Cater and Trey half understood given your accent. Ace nodded along the whole time, giving a few “uh huhs” and “yeahs” whenever you paused. It felt like a whole ten minutes before you stopped and stared at Ace, nothing but hope in your eyes as he thought long and hard about what you said.
It took a while before he turned to Cater with a serious yet casual look on his face, “they want to film a video with you. Something about the latest trend going around about a dance?”
Cater stared at Ace in shock. “How did you…,” he looked between Ace and you for a bit before standing up straighter. Slowly, he smiled and held up his phone. “Doesn’t matter! Come on, let’s go through the trends to see which one you want.”
You nodded along with a smile on your face before following him. Ace sighed as he watched you leave, knowing you had no idea what Cater just said but you’re just happy to be included. He turns and walks back to the counter next to Trey. Silently, he continues to cut the strawberries he was working on earlier as he thought about how to help you. Trey looked at him with a knowing smirk but decided not to say anything, he’ll tell Riddle later how much Ace has grown since the first day.
Savanaclaw:
You rushed down the crowded hallway and against the flow of traffic, occasionally bumping into other students as they tried to head to lunch. Most of them walked out of your path when they saw the anxious look on your face. All but one.
“Hey,” Leona suddenly appeared out of nowhere. You practically jumped when he grabbed your shoulders and stopped you in the middle of the hallway. More students walked around and a few of them stared but he didn’t care, not when the foreign 1st year he came to tolerate looked panicked. “What’s wrong?”
As if you understood you started talking at a hundred words per minute in a frantic tone. You looked over his shoulder as if looking for someone before turning back to him and spoke even faster. He could only stare at you with a pinched expression as he caught some familiar words but most sounded otherworldly. “Slow down,” he growled, which caused you to stop. “What or who are you looking for?”
You stayed silent for a bit before taking a small step back. He watched with a raised eyebrow before pausing when he saw you motion with your hands. As if you were playing a game of charades, you raised your hands to mimic a pair of animal ears and a tail. He watched with increasing amusement as you made a claw motion with your hands before smirking, “Jack? Is that who you’re looking for?”
You nodded as soon as you heard the familiar name. A wave of relief washed over you now that someone somewhat understood you. Leona chuckled quietly before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Come on,” he led you down the hallway, “I’ll lead you to him.”
Octavinelle:
“Floyd! Where-what are they doing?” Azul sighed as he walked out of his office and stopped next to Jade. The pair watched as Floyd and you stared at each other in silence. No words were said except for the occasional change in the two of your guys' expressions as if a joke was said, which only caused customers to run away.
“I believe they’re talking,” Jade said in amusement. A slow smirk coming to his lips brought a hand up to cover his laugh. “They’ve been like this for half an hour now, ever since the Prefect came in.”
Azul sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He took a slow deep breath before walking over and interrupting the moment. “Floyd,” he spoke through gritted teeth as he looked from you to the twin. “What’s going on?”
Floyd snapped out of his trance and turned to Azul. A toothy smile graced his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Huh? Oh, shrimpy and I were talking.”
“Were you,” Azul sighed as heard Jade laughing in the background. He glanced at you and saw the clueless expression you always seem to wear when other people were talking. “Of course you two understand each other," he muttered before deciding to walk away from the situation all together.
The two of you watched Azul walk away before looking back at each other. Once again, no words were said but there was a complete understanding between the two of you.
Scarabia:
A rich aroma filled the kitchen as the sun began to set in Scarabia. You watched with your chin on your arms as Jamil cooked dinner. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you and a relaxing atmosphere that he wasn’t quite used to. You stared in awe as he stirred the pot of soup before opening your mouth to speak. Without looking away, Jamil spoke before you could, “yes. You can have some of the vegetables.”
A smile immediately graced your face before you sat up and reached over to the cutting board full of vegetables. The silence continued except for the occasional sound of the stove fire cracking and your chewing. You sat there in bliss, thankful that someone finally understood you without much difficulty.
It had been like that between Jamil and you for a while. A relationship that bloomed through food over the course of a few weeks. When everyone else tried to avoid you or simply ignored you, he stood there and gave you your favorite meal even though you had never told him.
Jamil watched as you ate happily. He looked back down at the soup in the pot as he continued to stir the liquid. He knew you enjoyed these moments and the other times he gave you food. He knew you enjoyed the fact that he seemed to understand you. He just didn't have the heart to tell you it was due to trial and error by giving you new foods…
Pomefiore:
You were in twisted wonderland for only two weeks, three days, and seven hours before Rook had somehow learned your entire language. Well, language through actions and the occasional phrases you would let out when trying to speak to someone.
He was intrigued the moment he first saw you at the ceremony and heard the foreign dialect on your tongue. He listened intently to every syllable and to the tone of everything you said. It was then that he declared you would be his next project.
So, over the course of those two weeks he watched. He watched from across the hall, the cafeteria, and even in trees when you didn’t know he was looking. He took down notes and memorized the common terms you used and the context you used them in. It was difficult but when Rook is determined he gets things done. It took countless hours before he felt confident in speaking to you directly. So he did.
It felt like a random day when you were walking down the hallway and accidentally bumped into him. You turned and saw the random student and spoke up politely in your own language, “sorry.” You gave a small smile in hopes he understood your intentions before going to turn around.
“It’s okay,” Rook spoke up in a flawless accent. He smiled when he saw you turn around in shock before continuing. “It was my fault. I didn't mean to-ah!”
Suddenly, you let out a yell that caused the whole hallway to stop and stare. You grabbed Rook’s hands and started jumping as you spoke enthusiastically, not caring for the stares from your classmates or even Ace and Deuce who watched in shock at the sudden outburst. “You understand me!” You beamed while jumping even more, “I can’t believe it! This is amazing!”
To everyone else you looked crazy as you spoke loud in the unfamiliar language. They watched in shock as you smiled brightly and jumped while holding onto Pomefiore’s weird vice housewarden. Even Ace and Deuce stood in shock because they’ve never seen you like this before. But to Rook? He smiled happily at your excitement and laughed as he gripped your hands just as tightly. “That’s right!” He laughed before speaking with you, much to everyone’s surprise. Yeah, he quickly became your favorite..and translator.
Ignihyde:
“Hold on…,” Idia murmured as he messed with the small box in his hands. He had spent hours trying to build a translator for you. Thanks to Ortho’s help and recordings, he thinks he has it. “There,” he handed the box to you. “Try it.”
You stared cluelessly at what seemed to be a small speaker before taking it from him. Flipping it over in your hands, you looked from the box to him, before speaking to him. A short sentence came out of the box, much to Idia’s surprise before it glitched out and went silent again.
He groaned loudly and snatched the box from you before grabbing the screwdriver. You watched as muttered quietly in frustration while pulling out wires. Slowly, you moved to sit next to him on his bed and looked over his shoulder to watch him work. He froze as he felt how close you were, a small shade of pink gracing the tips of his hair as he laughed nervously.
“What are you…,” he looked at you as he spoke hesitantly before sighing at the look in your eyes. He sighed before going back to fixing the translator as he murmured quietly. “Why do I bother? There's not a thought behind those eyes…”
There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as he worked. You watched as he worked with a pinched expression before resting your head on his shoulder. He tensed slightly before sighing and grabbing his tablet to fix the coding. Despite the language barrier, Idia had come to like you. Perhaps it’s because he doesn’t feel judged by you or because you seem comfortable around him but he came to consider you his best friend. He sighed as he set the tablet aside before glancing at you, “I guess we’ll try again tomorrow…”
Diasomnia:
It wasn’t the most orthodox method but it did work. The first time Silver went into your dreams it was by complete mistake. He looked around at the neverending grass field before recognizing you on a top of the field. He was only going to stay a minute before he suddenly heard your voice and in a language he understood.
“Come here,” you spoke softly to a bunny that approached you. You cooed quietly as the small fluffball before recognizing Silver as he stood next to you. “Strange,” you murmured more to yourself than him, “I usually go through this dream alone.”
He stood there in shock as he heard your words. Usually he would stare at you in confusion whenever you spoke but here he can. Slowly, he sat down next to you and stared down at the bunny in your lap before he spoke up softly, “Sorry.”
He watched as your eyes widened before a small smile graced your face. You looked back at the bunny and spoke quietly, “well if this is the only actual conversation I can get…this dream won’t be so bad.”
You smiled at him before laying down in the grass. He watched for a few moments before laying down next to you. The two of you stared up at the sunny sky, a blissful dream truly. Silver thought silently to himself, if you were that happy to have a conversation then he’ll certainly go into your dreams more often.
How cruel indeed....
In a world, in which the red string of fate exists and mocks him so cruelly...
Warnings: 2nd person pov, basically the first encounter, slight angst, brief mentions of religions, not proofread, gargoyle yap in the middle
Wordcount: 1.8k+
...part 2?
It was funny. Cruel, yet funny. For years–millineums–Malleus had repeatedly heard about the story of the red string on one’s finger that led to their soulmate at the other end. A single string tied to their pinkie that only the two of them could see. The string that appears once you turn eighteen and leads you to your fated lover. Then, when he turned eighteen–in the dragon equivalent at least– he waited for the red string to appear but…it never did.
He thought it would, that's all he was told for his whole life. A million thoughts and theories went through his head on why his soulmate wouldn’t be attached to him. Were they not born yet, that would be a weird age gap? Were they dead? Or was he supposed to be alone forever? It wasn’t until Lilia saw the look on his face did he speak up from the other side of the ice cream tubs he had set out for the occasion, “Don’t worry about it. Sometimes it doesn’t appear until both turn eighteen! It’ll appear soon, just wait.”
So he did. For years, that’s all he did: waited. It got to the point that Malleus had come to terms that he wasn’t supposed to be in love. It pained him, sure, seeing all the other couples in both stories and real life having what he was always told would once be his. Hearing of stories from his family members and theirs on how they meet their soulmates. Living through the many times Lilia had gotten in way over himself and flooded Malleus’s ears with tales of rendezvous and fleeting nights. It hurt, but he was a prince. A future king. The chances of him actually ending up with his soulmate was slim, he had to keep the bloodline going and all.
So, why was it that the string had appeared now?
And attached to you off all people?
Malleus thought it was a cruel joke. His soulmate, the magicless prefect that came from another world that had nothing of the sorts that his world had? A mere human who couldn’t perform any trick better than a magician pulling a rabbit out of his hat, and that was real magic there. Years and years of waiting only for his soulmate to appear from a fated encounter that was caused by the horses of Night Raven College to take them from their world to his. Cruel, that’s what it was.
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It was the first night that you were there. The barren and broken down walls of Ramshackle greeted you like a forgotten home. The ghosts were off with Grimm, scouring around the torn down dorm as they tried to find a suitable sleeping spot for a human and a beast. “This can’t be real,” you told yourself repeatedly. Blinking over and over again with deep breaths, hoping that you would somehow wake up and appear back in your bed in your home. Only, you never did. You had no feeling of being in a dream. Only a feeling of an invisible tug on your pinkie, the urge to follow after it. You had assumed you fell on your hand when coming out of the floating casket, assuming that's what the tingling feeling was even if it was only in one of your fingers. Strange, you thought.
The pulling sensation on your finger only grew stronger as the night grew darker. You turned towards the front doors of ramshackle that creaked with every gust of wind. “What,” you made your way to the door, pushing it open before looking around at the barren lawn to the pointed gate. “Wait,” you froze as you saw the figure.
A tall, dark figure that seemed to glow under the moonlight. With what appeared to be horns that rose above his head and eyes so green that they shined in the night. It took everything in you to not run away and scream right there and then. You were seeing another strange being, and he saw you.
For whatever reason, one you questioned yourself later on, you made your way over to the gate. “Hello,” you called out under the wind. Stopping a few feet away from the gate, you looked up at the unfamiliar and unhuman figure. “Can I help you…?” He looked up at you, and it was at that moment that the universe seemed to change. A strong, crashing feeling washed over the both of you, like a string ringing before pulling taut. The two of you stared at each other in shock, eyes wide and mouth agape. It felt like forever until he finally spoke, “It’s you…”
“What,” you paused at his words before coming back to reality. “It’s you? What do you mean by that?”
Malleus’s breath seemed to leave him at that moment. Quickly, he glanced down at the red string attaching the two of your pinkines, glowing red and hungry. Do you not see it? He thought to himself, it was then did he remember your magicless origin. Slowly, he looked back up to you or he looked over you. Ears round, teeth duller, unmistakably human. Oh how his grandmother would die hearing this. “Pardon me,” he excused his throat before bringing a hand up to his chin in a thoughtful gesture. “I didn’t know that this place was inhabited. I had always though it was…abaondon.”
Suddenly, the realization of your sleeping situation became more embarrassing. Glancing back at Ramshackle you couldn’t help but stare at the obvious holes in the walls and the cracks in the foundation. The whole dorm seemed to creak and groan with every gust of wind, moaning in pain as it stood on its last limbs. “Oh well,” you muttered quietly before turning back to him. “It’s sort of a fixer-upper. I just moved in…sort of.”
“Hmm,” he hummed quietly as he looked from the wreck of a building to you. “How unfortunate, I would come here often to admire the gargoyles. Such a shame it’ll be changing soon.”
“Oh,” you looked back over at the building as he mentioned the added detail. It was then did you notice the large and monstrous looking gargoyles that adorned the outline of the dorm’s roof. There was something about them that gave the building charm, which could be bad depending on how you looked at it. “I hadn’t noticed them,” you looked back and saw his rather disappointed expression at the comment. “Actually…did you know they added gargoyles to ward off evil spirits? That’s why they were placed in more religious settings, but actually they acted as rain spouts for the building so they were functional and-”
Your words slowly got tuned out by Malleus. A sense of shock and an undercurrent of longing washing over him. Gargoyles, the one thing he hadn’t expected anyone else to know about due to past experiences. Interesting, he thought, I knew there was something mentioned about shared interest but this…slowly, he came back to reality as he realized you were still talking. He didn’t know if it was the topic or the way you spoke but you sounded melodic, heavenly even. “Intersting,” he slowly smiled, his sharp teeth showing. “I didn’t think anyone else shared the same passion for gargoyles as I did.”
His words made you freeze, embarrassment crept up into you as your cheeks reddened. “Sorry,” you laughed nervously as you ran your hand on the back of your neck. “I just thought they were cool so I did some research when I was younger and I guess I remember some stuff.”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he chuckled softly before looking down at you with a growing smirk, “I find it rather amusing that you know all this information.”
“Oh,” you muttered quietly with a smile. Suddenly, the strange pulling sensation came again. The urge to step closer to him grew stronger as you two spent more time together. Weird, we only just met. He seemed to notice your thinking, judging by the way his face turned. It feels as if we’re on the same wavelength…”So, uh…what’s your name?”
Names, he forgot. You two are essentially strangers and he’s already seem to fall in love with you. “My name,” he muttered quietly. If only it was so easy. He knew he wouldn’t imprison you or force you to be his pet but he doesn’t know if the feeling is the same visa versa. If only you were a fae like him, or…if only he was a human. “Unfortunaly,” he started quietly, “I can’t give you that. For names have power.” He noticed the slight drop in your expression, clearly it wasn’t a response you were expecting. “But…we could exchange something else.”
“Something else,” you repeated softly, curiously. You thought quietly to yourself before suddenly getting an idea. “How about nicknames? That way we could still call each other something!”
“Nicknames,” he mused quietly before smiling and nodding. “I like that. What ideas do you have?”
“Uh,” you suddenly quieted down after being put on the spot. Looking around for ideas you were met with nothing but natural beauty of the world around you and soft silence. If only you two had known each other earlier, that way it would have been easier to come up with some nicknames. “How about…hornton? You know,” you looked up at him before putting two fingers on your head, mimicking horns. “Because of those.”
The answer only seems to humor him. Chuckling softly, he brought a hand up to his mouth to hide his smile. “How amusing,” he hummed quietly before crossing his arms and looking down at you. “Well if we’re going with things that are obvious then how about I call you Child of Man? Because you’re…”
“Human,” you mused quietly with a growing smile. It was as if the air between the two of you shifted into something lighter, lovelier. You two were so caught up in the topic that you hadn’t noticed the strange pulling session growing stronger…or the two approaching figures in Diasmonia uniforms.
“Lord Malleus!” A sudden voice from afar called out frantically.
Malleus sighed as he looked towards the voice before back down at you. “Seems I have to go, I hope we meet again.”
“Me too,” you smiled and looked over at the area the voice had come from. “Maybe we could-” you turned back to him only to see he was gone. Nothing but a cloud of glowing green fireflies stood in his place. It was as if he had suddenly vanished, and so did the sensation…
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“How cruel,” Malleus muttered to himself as he sat near the window of his dorm room. Looking down at the red string so melodiously tied around his pinkie that only seemed to grow in the moonlight. “How cruel indeed….”
Lilia watched from the doorway, arms crossed and mouth shut. His lips pursed together as his brows furrowed. Never had he once seen Malleus so distraught, it was as if the sky started to turn gray and gloomy, the clouds storming overhead. Slowly, he closed the door and turned back to walk down the hallway. “His grandmother needs to hear about this…”
You already did some mother goose!yuu hcs, and i was hoping to get some with Leona or the Tweels?? Idk just a thought
yes hehe
Mother Goose!Yuu who can't help but feel responsible for Savanaclaws housewarden. It's almost like how those moms are when they say they don't want a cat then they proceed to overfeed it to the point it gets obese...yeah. Mother Goose!Yuu is like that with Leona...just not the overfeeding part. But they are at every one of his games without fail. Standing on the sidelines next to Coach Vargas, yelling out encouragements for the whole time with snacks and water ready. They basically are the team mom, for every team at NRC in fact. Leona just gets special treatment...
It was the last quarter of the game, NRC had managed to stay in the lead, but the rival school was closing in on them fast. Leona landed on the ground during the break, "Thanks." He took the water you had offered him with heavy breaths. Even though he has a reputation for being lazy he is actually quite athletic, which may have surprised you the first time you saw him play.
"No problem," you nodded as you handed out water bottles to the rest of the team. They all gave you thankful nods as they tried to catch their breath. You turned back to Leona and gave him a small pat on the back as he went to go back on his broom, "good job out there. Proud of you."
Leona stared at you for a few seconds before nodding. "Thanks," he muttered before climbing back onto his broom and flying out to the field. He may not have showed it, but your little words of encouragement did mean a lot to him. Perhaps it showed a bit too much, if Ruggie's laughing is anything to judge by. "Shut it," he growled before playing the game as the bell rang.
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Similarly, Mother Goose!Yuu also feels responsible for the infamous eel twins. It's more of the sense that they have a dog and need to constantly watch them to make sure they don't eat any chocolate...yeah. It's not their fault though, the tweels find them! It feels as if every other class there is a six-foot tall, blue-haired eel looming over their desk.
You were trying to grade papers peacefully, taking advantage of the passing period when two shadows stood behind you. You could only sigh as you recognized the familiar duo, "hi, Jade and Floyd."
The twins could only laugh as your exasperated tone. It was a common emotion you showed them but they both know you loved them, in that platonic motherly way you loved all your students. "Hello, professor," Jade politely greeted you. "Yeah, hey teach," Floyd greeted you...in a not so much polite way.
You could only sigh as you heard their mischievous tone. Choosing to not fight today, you opened your drawer for them which immediately caught their attention. In the drawer lied a small tin of sour gummies, a delicacy for merfolk. Their eyes lit up like children getting ice cream, which wasn't that far off the truth. "You both can have few. I don't want Azul storming into my office later, yelling about your guys' sugar rush."
"Yes, Professor!" They both yelled before Floyd snatched the tin and ripped open the packaging. Jade moved to his side and waited eagerly before taking a handful for himself. Behind you, all you could hear was loud chewing and a few happy noises. At least you can get some grading done...
If there's one person you could count on its Trey:
There's a reason why he's famously known as the big brother of heartslaybul. Cause he not only acts but cares for the students like one. From baking sweets to helping with homework, he has everything under control, even their little housewarden that causes some issues here and there. Not just his actions but also his words too. He's helpful, with you especially...
"Then you add the potion after stirring for exactly forty seconds," Trey stated before turning back to the stove. It had been hours since he first started helping you with homework, it was once midday and now it's nearly sundown. The dorm was quiet mostly. Most students had left for their club activities or to study on their own, which left a peaceful atmosphere for you to focus better.
"I don't get it," you groaned for the nth time that study session. You dropped your head to the countertop as you contemplated your life choices. All you got in response was a small laugh from Trey. "It's impossible," you muttered into the crook of your elbow as you kept complaining.
"You'll get used to it," he reassured before turning the stove off while still stirring the sweet liquid in the pot. He hummed quietly before moving back to the counter where you were and smiled at your position. Gently, he ruffled your hair before sliding a bowl of strawberries over to you as a small offering. "Here, eating is good for the brain."
You huffed quietly as you sat up, your hair slightly messy and your cheeks still red from being squished. Reluctantly, you took a strawberry and bit into it as you muttered quietly. "I should just give up..."
Trey sighed as he heard your words, a phrase he had heard so many times before. He quickly washed his hands before walking over to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Don't think like that. Just think of this as the learning process," he reassured before kissing the top of your head.
You only hummed in response as you felt you frustration slowly melt away. Trey always did have a way with making you feel better. "Come on," he smiled as he urged you to follow him to the stove. "We'll bake as you take a break."
"Thanks, Trey...," you sighed as you followed behind him quietly.
"No problem," he reassured.
NRC isn't filled with the most romantic students but there are a few that come to mind...
There's one name that comes to mind instantly, Rook. You could ask any student, and they would say he's the most eccentric, but he has some points. Perhaps it's the French accent or the dramatic gestures, but no one can deny that he is the most romantic. You don't even have to tell him anything, he'll figure out everything you want and make it happen.
The first time you realize this was when he surprised you for your one-month anniversary. The entirety of Ramshackle was decorated in lavish and romantic features. Rose petals, in your favorite color, was spread across the floor and made a pathway up to your room. Various bouquets, stuff animals, and chocolates made up the side of the walkway. There was a faint aroma caused by scented candles that heightened the romantic atmosphere and made you relax at the same time. You could hear a soft, classical melody once you reached the bedroom doors. "Rook," you called out while pushing the door open.
"Suprise," he yelled cheerfully as he showered you in confetti. You stood there in shock as you witnessed him smile brightly at you and rush to your side. In an instant, he pulled you into a bone crushing hug before giving a dramatic and deep kiss to your lips. There was an audible "mwah" before he pulled back and smiled. "Happy anniversary! Come, I've prepared all your favorite things."
You didn't even get the chance to protest before he pulled you towards the bed. Quietly, you looked down at the gifts in shock. There, against your pillows, lied a few of your favorite snacks that you've come to love in twisted wonderland. In addition, there was a custom-made cardigan that was tailored to your size that look awfully similar to the sweaters he had worn in the past, something his family had made for you no doubt. Next to it laid a small plush bunny stuff animal, a nickname that he often called you, in your favorite color. Its beady eyes stared back at you, reminding you of all the fond memories you had experienced with Rook.
"Well," he asked as he waited for your reaction. A small, charming smile across his lips as he studied each change in your face. "Do you like it?"
You stared at the plush for a bit longer before nodding. Slowly, you turned to him with a small, growing smile. "Yeah," you confirmed softly. "I love it."
At your words, his smile grew impossibly bigger. "Great," he beamed before pulling you into another back-breaking hug that could only make you laugh. He spun you around in his arms, nothing but the sound of you guys' laughter filling the air. After a few spins he set you down and give another lingering kiss to your forehead. "I'm glad! All this came straight from my heart."
You could only stare up at him in silence. A wave of emotions washing over you. Never had you thought you would find someone so caring and loving in this new, strange world. It felt impossible, yet somehow you did fine one. Your silence created a sense of unease within him. His brows furrowed as he lowered his hands to your arms to try and pull you out of your thoughts, "are you alright?"
Quickly, you shook your head as you snapped out of your thoughts. A small smile quickly graced your face, which helped calm him down a bit. "Yes," you nodded before giving him a small, soft kiss on the lips. "I'm just happy I found you."
Your words only made him smile more. He pulled you closer and moved his hands to your waist. Slowly, he leaned down to catch your lips in another lasting kiss that burned deliciously. "I'm glad," he pulled back with a knowing smile before giving another kiss. "Because I am too."
Kalim is selfless. The moment you two are dating he tells everyone. He throws a giant party in your honor and dances with you the whole night as if he's trying to show you off. He laughs and smiles the whole time, finally grateful that he gets to call you his. That's why he's never jealous when it comes to you. He knows that you would never leave him and that you love him just as much as he loves you! He's happy, actually. Happy that other people get to see you for the same reasons he fell in love you. If anything, he would want to share you with everyone. That way everyone could smile at least once and be grateful they get to meet you.
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Jamil who is selfish. No one, and I mean no one, knows the two of you are dating. It's a secret. Instead of flaunting you around he settles for small glances and lingering touches. He treats you like how he treats everyone else. It's when its late at night and in his room does, he finally let his guard down and show you that he loves you. Your name is more of a whisper on his tongue then a yell, and your touch is more like the air then something solid he can hold. It pains him, truly. Except he can't tell anyone that he calls you his because then he'll lose you, just like how he lost everything else that he once had.
Mother goose! Yuu who cant have their own blood related kids 💔
anon you can't do this to me ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა
There's always one problem whenever someone wants to have a kid. You hear it often, people crying over not being able to have their own kids while those who don't want kids keep popping them out like crazy. It's sad, sickening even in. Except, you never expected it to be you.
You had always known you couldn't have kids. When you were younger it didn't sound as bad, perhaps because you knew you weren't in the right spot to have them. Expect now, it hurts more than you ever though it would. The natural want for children drives you crazy, especially because you know you will never be able to fulfill that dream. Perhaps that's why you decided to become the teacher. You went in hoping that the various students you would have could fill the void in your life, acting as something that you could take care of. The other professors saw it too, the way you seemed to grow more motherly after each year and how you helped more and more students.
Even now at the freshman orientation do you feel out of place. Some of the housewardens and vice housewardens can notice your longing stare, noticing the small sense of happiness of being able to take care of more students but also the sadness of knowing this is the closest you'll get. You're ashamed, really. Never did you think you'd let your feelings get in the way of being professional. Yet you can't help but tear up as some of the students give you some comfort.
It started at the beginning of the day, when Trey dropped by your classroom to drop off a tin of fresh-baked cookies. You smiled at the bow placed on top of the box and the way he placed them softly on your desk. Then it was after the ceremony, when you were helping the students get settled in. Surprisingly, Leona dropped by and give you an affirming nod with a quiet "good job" before he left. Then when you were actually crying, Crewel stopped by.
He sat next to you at your desk and rubbed your back in small circles. He did the best to comfort you, despite all the past moments between you two, and even pulled you into a hug. He pulled you against his chest and spoke softly into your hair. "You'd be a great parent," he whispered softly while pulling you closer. He placed a hand under your chin and tilted your head back so he can look at you, "you don't need to have kids of your own to be one."
You paused at his words; you knew that was an adoption, but would it really satisfy the ache in your heart? Either way, you teared up more and buried your face in his chest, accidentally getting some tears on his fur coat. He didn't seem to mind or at least tell you, instead he hummed quietly as he held you close. "Thank you," you muttered against his chest. Although he wasn't sure what you were thanking him for, he hummed in response and moved a piece of hair out of your face. The two of you stayed like that for a while, maybe even enjoying each other's company...
Miles vs. Miles in being your valentine:
Miles is panicking the day of. He tries to act calm, but it doesn't help that his parents are fussing over him and his mom is trying to make him look presentable. He's sitting in the kitchen as his mom does his hair and his dad irons his shirt. He's complaining the whole time but is grateful that they care. Then when he's ready, his dad is shoving him out the door with cash to buy you chocolate and flowers while his mom is yelling at him to respect you and be a gentleman.
It takes about half an hour before he shows up to your apartment. He's standing there with a nervous smile and your favorite flowers in one hand with your favorite candy in the other. He practically jumps when the door opens, he fumbles around as he tries to make a good impression on your family. Their reactions are...mixed to say. There's an awkward comment before your shushing your family and walking out of the apartment with him.
He turns to you in surprise as you slam the door in their faces. He freezes as he takes in your beauty, how you somehow look even more gorgeous on this day of romance. It isn't until you wave your hand in his face that he snaps out of thoughts and gives you your gifts, "here! I know these are you favorite, so I got them for you...it's not much but you know..."
For the actual date, he takes you to a nice family diner before going on a long walk downtown. He covers your eyes as the two of you walk into an alleyway. You can practically hear his smile as he guides you to a stop, "hold on...now!"
You gasp in surprise when you see the beautiful mural dedicated to you. It was clearly Miles's artwork, with his signature art style and graffiti paint. It's an elaborate portrait of you, a clear way of how he sees you. He gets nervous for a bit and frowns at your silent reaction, "do you...like it-woah!" He pauses before laughing as you tackle him into a hug and shower his face in kisses. He pulls you close and couldn't help but smile as he gives you a soft kiss in return, “‘m glad you like it.”
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Miles who has everything planned. He shows up to your apartment door with his nicest clothes and fresh braids. There’s no wrinkles in his shirt and he has a practiced smile for whoever one of your family members opens the door. He has your favorite flowers and stuff animal with a bow on it in his signature purple color. “Come on,” he speaks smoothly. “We’re gonna miss our reservation.”
You wanted to ask how he managed to get a spot in the fancy restaurant now that you two arrived. The place was clearly high quality, with celebrities and rich folk in every corner. It didn’t make sense that some high school kid could afford it, but he was always showering you in gifts you could never think to afford.
“Here,” he slides a velvet box your way. You look down at it in surprise before seeing a fancy locket with your guys initials engraved on it. He noticed your shock expression and laughs a bit before crossing his arms, “it isn’t much but I figured you like it. Plus, it matches the rest of your jewelry.”
The rest of the night is wonderful. You two had a romantic walk in the park and even stopped to take some photos. It all ended back at your apartment. The two of you in your room, pajamas and face masks on because you insisted on it and he would never say no to you. He’s looking over your shoulder as you cut up a photo of the two of you and place it in the locket. He couldn’t help but smile and place a soft kiss to your head as he hummed in approval, “good photo. Now we’ll always be together.”