a/n: Upon posting, all fics will be labeled as romantic or platonic. This post will stay pinned till the final day :) Anyway, here's the lineup for May!
edit: Many things occurred to delay fic posting significantly, so I'm now posting at my own pace.
Grey, chunky, was it... bubbling? Something definitely not from this world was currently in the Chip N' Dip's kitchen fridge. You and Idia currently stood before it, hypnotized, yet equally weary of its existence.
"We cannot let Azul see that at ALL. He's gonna have a god-tier freak out if he sees...whatever that is in there mingling with the ingredients he chopped up."
He was right. Azul would insist on cutting up new ingredients while ranting about "quality" and "possible health risks". You'd rather not go through one of his business talks today, so you thought up a plan. Grabbing a pair of dishwashing gloves, you reached into the fridge. Carefully, you set the container down on the floor as Idia grabbed a spatula.
"You plan on eating that?" you asked, raising a brow. "Wha- No?! This is for defense. Just in case it turns out to be some magic-filled freak of nature..." He mumbled the last part, but you had heard enough.
. . .
"Do you think pouring it down the sink is a good idea?"
"Nah. It looks too solid and might jam up the pipes. If it did, I'm NOT fixing that lol. We can burn it?-"
"Why, that's awfully rude!"
Idia shrieked, and you could have sworn he jumped a good few feet into the air from the sudden voice. Who could blame him? Lilia had a knack for materializing out of thin air and giving people the scare of their lives.
"Wh-whats rude is you sneaking up on me like that!", Idia said, holding the spatula close to his chest as he shifted away from Lilia. Ignoring the commotion, you spoke up. "Hey, Lils...do you happen to know where this container full of goop came from?" Scratching your head, you continued. "I know it couldn't have been the chipmunks. Too heavy."
An unlabeled container magically appearing in the kitchen fridge...you just couldn't find an explanation. Unless...No. Seven's No-
"That 'goop' is the sample dish I brought for Cater. Since the lot of you have come up with so many amazing new menu ideas, I thought I'd give it a go too!~" Idia squeaked at this revelation.
"Ahaha- I should've known!" you said cheerfully, forcing a smile. There was POISON in that container, and you knew damn well somebody was gonna come out of this shift either cursed or puking. "Has Cater already given it a try?"
Lilia shook his head, picking up his plastic container of waste and cracking the lid open. "Ahh...no, not yet, I'm afraid. I brought it up to him, but he zoomed off hurriedly, saying something about being too busy with customers..."
"Which I found strange, since there's hardly anyone here today!"
"I can't blame him...", Idia mumbled. He had somehow made his way behind you, as if you were his human shield and distraction in case of escape, all in one. Obviously not one to be used as a sacrifice, you prepared to call him out on it when a trecherous, and I mean HORRIBLE odor assaulted your nose.
You sputtered, bringing both hands to cover your nose and mouth as you frantically looked back to its source, the container. "What the he- erm...what'd you use to make your uh..dish, Lilia?" Gulping down your gags, you forced yourself to look into the container from where you were standing.
...Damn, it looked worse...
"Oh, just your basic household ingredients...some eggs and herbs and-"
Lilia went on to list common ingredients that, alone, would be fine but, when combined, would sound like an abomination. Some of the things he named didn't even sound human! Perhaps fae?... That's besides the point. How can someone turn basic, alright-tasting foods into grey nuclear matter?! The questions in your head were so many that you failed to realize what Lilia had asked of you.
Only when Idia placed a hand on your shoulder, thanking you for taking one for the team and making his quick escape, did you realize what your aimless nodding and zoning off had gained you.
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"Say 'ahhh', Prefect!"
"...Is this really necessary?"
If anyone were to walk into the kitchen, the scene before them would heavily resemble that of a long-time married couple. Your cautious face, followed by Lilia's ever-so-doting one, made for a rather humorous clash. Good thing Cater wasn't there, or else he'd have a field day taking pictures of you two.
"You said yes to trying my dish, yet you were taking so long... of course the only obvious next step was to feed you!~"
"It also helps that it makes the food taste better!" he said, poking the corner of your mouth with the spoon. "Where did you hear that from?" Maybe he was right, and it'd make the food taste decent?... "The internet, where else?" Never mind...
Welp. You did this to yourself. It was time to suck it up and deal with the consequences of your own mindless agreement. Closing your eyes, you opened your mouth nervously, expecting the worst.
Chomp!
Immediately after biting down, Lilia began talking about all its nutritional values and how the Diner would benefit from such a healthy dish. He was more than certain that the place would soon trend on Magicam with all sorts of health and wellbeing gurus- and parents too!
Perhaps the presentation could use some work, but who would truly care if the food had all the things the body needs? Right?
"What do you think, Prefect?"
...Gulp.
"It...it needs some salt..." you said through pursed lips. This dish stunk of poo. It was TERRIBLE. Now you finally understood why Malleus would avoid the topic of Lilias meals entirely.
"ooo! I love constructive criticism. For some reason, people are always so nervous to tell me what they truly think of my cooking...must be my intimidating aura, hm?~"
You struggled to nod as you fought back every part of your body telling you to throw up. The taste...was indescribable. You were convinced the FUEL Ortho drank tasted better than this.
"It's...It's good, Lilia! But uh, haha. Maybe not the right dish for a Diner? People don't come here to eat healthy, yknow..."
He hummed, closing the lid and setting it aside on the counter. His tone had shifted to a lower, far more serious one. "I hadn't thought of that."
Thinking you'd upset him, you got ready to face either his wrath or his mischievous yet dark attitude. What you didn't expect, though, was him coming to pinch your cheeks and coo at you like a newborn. "Aren't you something? Because of you, now I've got a head full of ideas to make this a diner-worthy meal!"
"You'll be my personal taste tester from now on, won't you? Oh, I know you will!"
Standing there, getting baby-talked to and praised, you struggled to say no to him. I mean, who in their right mind would? Well. Probably a sane person would. But you were anything BUT sane.
And Lilia? Oh, Lilia was well aware of that fact.
a/n: as of posting this, I have very much recovered from whatever was going on with my muscles. I'm here to STAY, people!! Now that it's summer Im sure frequent posts will be a thing again :-)
(idk why this fic went from being normal to one adjacent to a praise kink fic lol)
c/w: homesickness, angst with fluff after, some okay-ish advice...lol
a/n: im so sorry this fic was delayed so much :( it was written over the course of a few sleepless and ill nights lol (check pinned post for late day explanation)
You opened your eyes to find yourself in a familiar yet unexpected setting. You were...back in your world? Specifically in your home's dining area. The light pooling from a nearby window helped you center yourself and gauge the time, as well as the fact that you were wearing your school clothes. The familiar fabrics hugging your skin had long been forgotten since spending so much time in Twisted Wonderland.
"y/n? Aren't you gonna come sit down with us? Your food is getting cold!" said one of your family members, emerging from the kitchen and pulling out a chair for you. Now that you had gathered yourself, you quickly realized each chair was occupied by a family member or close friend. They looked exactly the same as you remembered. Even then, so much time apart had made you forget key factors of their look. "Don't keep us waiting! You look like you've just seen a ghost- uh? Are you crying?!"
Jumping a little, you reached up to pat your cheek. Tears had begun flowing down your face without you even realizing it. Your first instinct was to speak. As you mouthed the words you longed for them to hear - nothing came out. You were like a toy with no voice box. A radio without a host. An infant with no cry.
Naturally, panic bubbled up within your chest as you palmed at your throat. You were scaring them, and they were backing away. You couldn't let them go- not like this! You reached out, a breath away from feeling the familiar touch of their warmth when-
WHACK!
The sudden crack of a riding crop hitting wood jolted you upright. You weren't back home; you were in the middle of Crewel's alchemy class. Had you fallen asleep? That was evidently the case since your notes were half done, the side of your face felt numb from sleeping on it, and Crewel was standing before you with a glower that could kill.
"I thought I had made it clear that no pups were to fall asleep during class, Mx. l/n. Would you care to explain?"
The feeling of your classmate's eyes landing on you was enough to make you avert your gaze. Usually, you weren't one to care about being stared at due to being so different from the rest, but now? It felt like the heaviest thing you've had to deal with in this strange world.
You wanted to answer Crewel quickly, but after such an unexpectedly sensitive dream, you felt choked up. It was like being back in elementary school and getting scolded by an adult. You'd give anything to go back to those days. It was a pitiful thought, but enough to make you start crying out of nowhere.
Right then and there, in Crewel's alchemy class, the Ramshackle prefect had begun sobbing after being caught sleeping. Why? No student would ever end up knowing the real cause. Crewel, on the other hand, had a responsibility as a teacher to find the root cause and work it out with you.
At least, that's what was said on paper. Most faculty members had developed a soft spot for you after all the trouble you had gone through/were going through at NRC. Overblots, Crowley, and the circumstances that came with finding yourself far from home were enough to make most of them quite sensitive towards you.
With this way of thinking in mind, Crewel dropped the question altogether and went back to teaching despite having been caught so off guard. Bringing more attention to you would just make it all the worse. That didn't mean he abandoned the subject altogether, though.
"y/n, please stay behind. I'd like to discuss what occurred today during class," he said after the bell had rung. You had a feeling he was going to ask this of you, so you had prepared yourself mentally already. Would you get detention? Classroom cleaning for a week? Maybe lab clean up the next time someone's couldron blew up...
"Listen, professor... I'm sorry about my reaction today. It was immature and-"
He sharply cut you off, smacking his teacher's pointer across his palm. "Enough. I didn't ask you for an apology." Placing his pointer down, his sharp expression changed to a softer, more visibly concerned one. "What matters to me right now is knowing if you're alright. I can't have one of my litter breaking down during prime learning hours."
"I place utmost importance on having my students well and focused towards furthering their education. That's not to say what happens outside of school isn't just as important..."
He sighed, folding his hands together and resting them under his chin.
It had felt like ages since someone had asked you to be so vulnerable with them. Frankly, it felt a little embarrassing to say the cause of your sudden breakdown in the first place. Standing before him, having shared your deep homesickness, was more than enough to make you bow your head and stare firmly at the ground. It also didn't help that he was taking a while to respond...
"You haven't gotten enough time to process your circumstances, is what I'm hearing."
"..What do you mean?"
Crewel sat up straighter, meeting your gaze as you lifted up your eyes. "Crowley threw you straight into work and tasks upon your arrival, no?"
"y-yeah, but what does that have to do with this?"
"Your mind and body are just now finding the time to really process everything you've gone through. It's as simple as that."
Huh, what he was saying made a lot of sense. You weren't really surprised that he had come to that conclusion. He was a logical and scientific thinker, after all. "There's no cure to homesickness, I'm afraid," he huffed. "You need to keep being strong and go about life here as you'd usually do."
"Ah..." You weren't quite sure why you felt disappointed. It wasn't like you were expecting there to be some sort of easy fix. It wasn't a disease or anything. But realizing that this feeling of hollowness and bitter yearning wouldn't go away stung.
Seeing your obvious disappointment, Crewel cleared his throat, bringing your attention back onto him. "It's not the same, I know, but you still have a pack here at NRC." ...He sounded a little like Jack, you thought.
"As long as you're here, you'll never truly be alone. No matter how much you may think you are, or how many times." "You've brought along great change, prefect. Positive change. Hold your head up high, and reach out to talk about these sorts of things..."
He huffed a bit, smiling gently as he really took a good look at you. "It's important not to deny your needs and feelings. We want to prevent another outburst, do we not?"
Nodding, you stood up a bit straighter. He was right. As a mentor figure, it was important for you to soak in his words. They helped, even if they couldn't give you what you really wanted.
"That ALSO means setting boundaries with Crowley. Don't fret too much...I'll vouch for you. I won't tolerate seeing you sleep in another one of my classes again. I know you're not a bad dog like that Trapola boy..."
"Ah. Yes. Understood."
...He was still your professor, at the end of the day.
a/n: its done. finally. done and posted. im so sorry for the amount of time this took, im heavily aware this wasnt my best work. sorry crewel fans :(
on a good note, im finally no longer sick and can get back to hopefully posting regularly! (finals r upon us. pray for me and ur fics.)
also, i feel like he might be ooc? I didn't research his character as much as i did silver. I just went off my memory of in-game clips and his event...
(i felt so corny writing all his canine lines omg)
Thank you for your patience If you were looking forward to this fic :') the bits of support ive gotten have been really heartwarming and an incredible motivator to keep writing even if it was a little while i was feeling crappy. 🫂
You never missed a day of class. Attending a magical school in a whole other world required a lot of dedication to catch up with everyone else. So, you made it a point to never miss a day! That's why when you didn't show up to school, everyone who knew you was reasonably worried. The fact that Grim was going around saying all the wrong stuff just made things worse. When people would ask him where you were, he'd respond with something like-
"They weren't movin' today when I woke up, so I just came without 'em!"
or,
"Now that I think about it, they were insanely hot all over! It felt like sleeping next to a furnace..."
or...
"Sick? y/n? Hah! My hench-human doesn't get sick! They were groaning a lot cuz of a nightmare! Probably..."
So yeah, it was no surprise rumor got around that you seemed to be dying at Ramshackle. Upon catching word of it, Cater, Ace, and Deuce all planned on heading over there to check on how you were doing. Unfortunately for them, Riddle and Trey advised them not to. If you were really ill, receiving a lot of guests would be the last thing you need. Especially if the guests were as rowdy as them...ahem. They'd just have to check on you some other time.
Then again, how would you get your missed assignments? Who would take care of you? Grim wasn't someone you could count on at ALL. He might try feeding you canned tuna... Well, what about the ghosts? They were probably doing their best to take care of you right now- but they couldn't feed you! You and Grim hardly had anything in the fridge...
Those worries were the exact reason Trey rushed over to Ramshackle. Riddle was far too busy to come along, but since the urgency was there, they both agreed that Trey would run along and see how you were holding up. What, did you think they'd send someone like Ace or Deuce? You'd end up with a migraine rather than genuine help. More importantly, a meal!
Trey was the most suited for the task after all. He brought with him your missing assignments, the ingredients to make you something quite special, and, of course, his care. Once he reached Ramshackle, he hardly had to knock due to one of the ghosts swinging the door open so fast that he swore it was about to fly off its hinges. They spoke so fast and so panicked that all Trey could do was simply rush over to your room.
Upon entering, he soon understood why the dorm ghosts were so panicked. There you were, sprawled out in your bed like a starfish and heaving. Your chest rose and fell as you panted due to how hot your body temperature was, tissues were thrown about due to how runny your nose was, and yes, you looked gross. Taking all that into account, it was no wonder you attempted to sit up and look more composed. All that did was make you lightheaded, though...
Trey rushed to your side right as you collapsed right back onto your mattress, pressing his hand onto your forehead. You wanted to tell him not to get so close since he might catch whatever you've got, but since talking would take so much energy you didn't have, you just opted for mumbling, trying to shove him away.
That just made him furrow his eyebrows and sigh. No words were being exchanged yet, just quiet actions and worried looks. Rolling up his sleeves, he filled up a bowl with cold water and dipped a rag into it to press against your head. The contrast between your body and the water's coolness was enough to make you groan. "I know it's uncomfortable, but it does you good...you can handle it for me, can't you, prefect?"
He placed the rag over your eyes and let you rest while he cleaned up around your room. He picked up tissues and set your missed assignments on your desk for later. You couldn't recall much of what he did after since you ended up asleep from the rag. It was so uncomfortable at first, but Trey's words were enough to soothe you into a slightly more tolerable sleep...
In the kitchen, Trey focused on making you some stew while the ghosts kept an eye on your sleeping form. He expected you'd be asleep for a while, so he was doing his best to remain silent in the ever-so creaky dorm. What he didn't expect was finding you standing in the doorway, all disheveled. "You should be resting, prefect."
"...got hungry. What are you making?..."
He smiled a little, looking you over subtly while he motioned for you to come closer. "It's a stew, family recipe. I swear, it cures illness in the blink of an eye!"
You hummed in response, leaning on him subconsciously as you looked at all the ingredients bubbling and boiling in the pot. Trey couldn't help but think you looked kinda cute like this, all dependent on him. As vice-housewarden, he was used to others depending on him, obviously. But it was different when it was you...
"Thank you...for doing all this. You didn't have to."
"I know. I got sent as a sacrifice by everyone at Heartslabyul to see how you were doing-"
That earned him a swat on the arm from you. Sure, this was the guy that wouldnt wake you up if you slept in class and just let the teacher catch you and scold you for it- but then again, you knew he cared. You could tell when he'd help you study or learn a new dish. You could definitely tell now as he poured you a nice big bowl of his homemade stew.
"I'm glad you came," you said through big gulps of liquid gold. "Not only cuz you make great stew...but because...cuz." Coughing a little, you realized you were chatting a bit too much for your liking. Damn sick brain speaking nonsense!
All Trey did was chuckle, placing a hand on your head and ruffling your already messed-up bedhead. "Just focus on eating and getting better, y/n. You can tell me how much you like me all you want later."
"I-I wasn't gonna-"
He dragged his hand down to your cheek as he spoke, feeling that your fever had dropped. (And also maybe cuz he wanted to see you all flustered some more. He could be a tease too, yknow.)
"Hush up and eat. I want to hear all the details later, though, prefect..."
i just read pillow fort and i really just wanted to tell you how cute it is aaaxgfxzhkvjsh its like genuinely one of the best silver fics ive read (hes so underrated AND mischaracterized imo 💔) and i loved it sooo much!!
heres a gold star for you 😼🌟
AGHHHH thank you so much!! i tried my hardest to get his character as close as possible im so glad it payed off!
ill deffo be writing more for him in the future ive got a few ideas bubbling in my mind for him...
a/n: ik its day 8 and this says day 6 but if ur confused check my pinned post -_< even then i am two days late so. sorry that its as short as crowleys...deuce fans forgive me
Deuce thought he could get away with it, really. Forgetting to wear his dorm makeup was no big deal, right? It wasn't like his professors would chew him out about it. It was just makeup, so it wouldn't affect his goal of being an honor student at all, pshh. Well, even if his teachers didn't care, one person for sure did. Housewarden Riddle. So when Deuce had the misfortune of being uniform checked in the hallway on his way to lunch, his lack of makeup was the FIRST thing that was noticed.
"Does the rulebook not clearly state that the students of Heartslabyul are to wear their designated makeup for the duration of each school day?" said Riddle, keeping Deuce stuck to the wall with his head bowed down. "I'm honestly surprised, Spade. You never break rules regarding the grooming standards of our dorm. If you have a good excuse as to why you had this slip-up, I'll consider letting you go without punishment."
Deuce fidgeted with his sleeve; clearly, something was embarrassing him. "I just, uhm...forgot my blue liner somewhere." "Somewhere being?" "...Ramshackle..."
"You were at Ramshackle last night?" said Riddle, raising his eyebrow. "On a school night?"
"YES ON A SCHOOL NIGHT canwepleasechangethesubject"
Having gotten off with a warning, he rushed back to your dorm to retrieve his long-lost liner. The look on Riddle's face as he thought about why Deuce might have been spending the night at Ramshackle was enough to make him red in the face and agitated. It wasn't like you guys were doing anything bad- just hanging out and studying and stuff...maybe there was some tension, but that's NOT important right now. Knocking on the door, he called out. "Prefect? Are you home?"
No answer. Right... you were always so busy that you didn't come back to the dorm till hours after class was over. At least the ghosts were always available! Apart from trying to scare him a little, they knew Deuce well enough to let him in and go about his business. The problem now was how he was gonna find his liner in the first place. Something as thin and small as a makeup pencil was really easy to lose forever, and he'd prefer not having to go all the way into town to get a new one.
While rummaging through, he kept in mind the fact that he was still going through your things. It wasn't like he was going through the super personal parts of your room, that would be incredibly rude. Something did catch his eye, though, as he was looking on top of your desk. It was a photo album labeled 'Twisted Wonderland.' In a group setting, you were always the one taking the pictures, but they always got sent to everyone. He wanted to know why you would need a separate album for physical pictures...
Deuce, being, well, Deuce, held himself back for a few moments, really contemplating if taking a peek was the right thing to do. He was one of your closest friends (teetering on something more), so would you really have an issue? Then again, maybe it was things you'd rather keep a secret. Oh sevens...what if you were a stalker?!
Obviously you weren't a stalker; what had he been thinking?! He didn't find any creepy pictures in the album, just a bunch of candid shots of your friends from all around campus. He and Ace were the most predominant in the pictures, but they weren't the only ones. He found professors, ghosts, and even people from RSA or others who had briefly made an appearance. Each picture contained its own little title or side note you had written in your personal time.
Flipping through the pages, he began to realize what the purpose of the album was. When you eventually returned home...you'd never come back, right? Was it selfish of him to hope you stayed?
With him?
Clutching the book harder, he decided to focus on the positive. You were here now, with him and all the others living the same daily notions as all of them. It was obvious you cared by just reading the things you'd written. Especially the ones about him. Had he really made that much of an impact on you?
Having been too entranced by the sweet writings you had dedicated to him, he failed to notice the fact that his liner had also been resting on the windowsill. In the search for something as insignificant as a makeup pencil, he found something far more impactful. In a way, he felt like he knew you better now. He got a peek into your mind,
a/n: this turned super sweet last second and idk why??? I rushed it and just got super emotional all of a sudden lol anywho ill be focusing on trying to catch up with domastic during the weekend so hopefuly lots of fics can be posted! ill do my best...
When was the last time you got a full night's sleep? Definitely not since getting stuck in Twisted Wonderland. Compared to the calm, restful nights you would have back home, you were now plagued by prophetic dreams or nightmares that kept you up till morning. At first, you thought it was simply something you would have to get used to as part of your new life. But piling that onto the work you got from professors AND Crowley? It simply became far too much stress on your mind and body.
What could you possibly do to stop this issue? You tried getting a sleep potion at Sam's shop, you tried letting Grim's weight lull you into sleep, you tried bath salts from Vil, you tried the tea Trey made you, you tried letting the ghosts tell you a story, you tried and tried and tried so many things from what felt like half of the school! So desperate were your attempts at sleep that you were this close to asking Floyd to knock you out. Luckily, you valued your life at least a little bit.
Welp, this was it now. Goodbye, restful nights; hello, under-eye bags and daily doses of caffeine. ...Is what your reality would have been like if it weren't for your knight in shining armor pulling through. Somehow (most likely through Lilia), Silver had gotten wind of your struggles and decided to help you out in the only way he knew how.
Standing before you was Silver, in probably the cutest clothes you had ever seen him in. The aloof boy had shown up unannounced at Ramchackle around 2AM. His excuse? "Sorry...I had set an alarm to come earlier, but I slept through it. Can I come in?"
Although you were confused, you pressed a finger to your lips and let him inside. Grim was sleeping upstairs, so the last thing you wanted to do was wake him up. "Is there any reason why you're stopping by, Silver?" If you had known he was going to come over, you would have tried to look at least a little bit nicer...
He sat down on your couch, holding his bag to his chest. "I heard that you've been having issues sleeping, so I came in the hopes I could remedy that." He looked over your face as he said that, noticing the darkness under your eyes and the now-almost-natural look of exhaustion you carried.
"Ahh...so my problem has spread around. I'm not surprised since I asked so many people for help." You grumbled a little, pinching the bridge of your nose. "So...hit me. What do you have in mind?"
"A pillow fort." "Like, for kids?" "...No, for us."
You squinted your eyes at him skeptically, prompting him to explain. "My Father and I used to make them all the time back when I was a kid. I believe they helped me sleep soundly through the night."
"You had problems sleeping as a kid?" It was hard to believe coming from him.
"Ah, no, I didn't-" "So WHY do you think it'll help me?!"
He scratched his cheek a little sheepishly, sitting up straighter. "Well...maybe building a fort with someone who isn't Grim, and sleeping with someone who isn't Grim...would help." That explained why he came in his pajamas and brought a bag along with what you assumed were his things. Man...you could feel your initial hesitation slipping away from his words alone already.
The pillows from the couch in the lounge hadn't been enough, so you had brought together every possible cushion from each sofa or chair in the dorm. Every time you tried to structure them all together, they would simply fold and fall or just straight up collapse. But Silver seemed to have a magic touch when it came to handling pillows. It wasn't much of a surprise to you, given how familiar he was with all things related to slumber; it just seemed...charming? It most likely seemed that way due to the effort he had put/was putting into trying to help you sleep.
After what felt like hours, the fort was built. It was comfy-looking, and honestly kind of cute. The spell Silver had cast seemed to give the inside a natural glow, almost like a night light. It was all so...soothing and homey. Letting yourself fall limp against the many cushions pulled out a long sigh from you. How was this more comfortable than your own bed? Well, for one, you didn't have springs poking at your sides, nor a monster cat snoring and kicking you in his sleep.
What you had now was a fluffy fort, and a handsomely pretty boy curled up next to you...geez, the problem now was sleeping with him so close to you.
You had expected him to fall asleep before you, given his drowsy nature, but you were quick to find that wasn't the case. "Is the fort not to your liking? I'm sorry, prefect...I truly believed it could help."
"No, it's not that. The fort is great! It's just..." Where were your words? Why couldn't you find them now, of all times?
"...I think I might know." Quietly, you felt Silver tug you into his chest, placing plenty of his weight around you. Almost like a weighted blanket of sorts.
"Was this the issue?" "...y-yeah. Thanks. This is...nice."
Now you definitely weren't going to be able to go to sleep...right?
You knocked out in record time for the first time in ages, all thanks to Silver. While you slept, he managed to keep himself somewhat awake to trace patterns on the sides of your arms and occasionally play with your hair. Perhaps doing this, you would wake up even more soothed (He totally wasn't doing this for his own indulgence...).
After confirming you were long lost in the dreamworld, he turned his face to face yours. Gently, almost featherlight, he placed a kiss on your head. My...what would Lilia say if he saw him do such things?
a/n: This fic ended up being shorter than the previous ones (about 730 words in comparison to my usual 1300), but i got really bad writer's block... this ones short and sweet, i guess?
Standing before you was the Headmage, holding a very large strawberry parfait. Compared to his dark, imposing attire, seeing him hold such a pink and cute-looking dessert was enough to give any regular student whiplash. You didn't even know the cafeteria offered such huge treats till now. "Ah, Prefect! You see, I've been working so hard and so diligently, as always, that I decided to treat myself to something sweet! You understand, yes?"
"I would if somebody paid me more for my work." Your eyebrow twitched a little as you compared the pre-made soggy sandwich on your tray to his parfait. "Ahaha- you've got plenty of pay! You have shelter, clothing, and a free education, all provided to you from the kindness of my heart. Goodness, I surprise myself with my own benevolence!"
The look you gave him was enough to make anybody freeze in place. It was filled with not only annoyance, but also slight anger at his sheer audacity. "Ehh? You mean, all the things you make me work for? The things I definitely don't get for free? What about the stuff I need to fund on my own?-"
"Now now, don't give me that look! If you wanted something sweet, you could've simply asked, my dear prefect!"
"...that wasn't my intenti-"
"Come, come! My...it must be an honor spending your lunch with the Headmage! Lucky you!"
To any other student, eating lunch with the headmage would have seemed like a complete nightmare. That's why when people walked by your table, they seemed to squeak and rush past. Sevens forbid one of them were to get pulled in...
What they didn't realize was that Crowley wasn't even all that scary. I mean- this man didn't even get you your own parfait! He just gave you half of his own. For being the headmage of a school, he sure could be cheap. You couldn't deny that the dessert wasn't good, though.
"So, what were you working on before coming down here?" you said, scooping up a nice spoonful of cream into your mouth. "Hrk!- ahem... I was incredibly busy working on...erm, paperwork! Yes! You know how my work goes, it's a handful of files I must fill out every day! Nobody in this school works as hard as I do, that's certain!"
Humming in response, you focused on digging out a strawberry stuck on the side of the glass. "Don't let Professor Trein hear you..." Deep down, you knew damn well Crowley was just slacking off again, or worse, planning his next vacation.
"Have you gotten far with finding a way for me to get back home?" Your eyes locked onto his own beady yellow ones, watching as they looked around frantically while avoiding your face. "Oh yeess yes! Plenty of progress has been made, y/n, trust in the word of your generous Headmage!"
"...right." Rather than bombarding him with questions, you dedicated yourself to getting the most out of your half of the parfait as possible. You weren't his superior after all (it sure felt that way at times, though).
"Mm, I never asked how you got a dessert of this size from the cafeteria."
"Ohoho, being headmage has its perks! I simply asked the kitchen ghosts to make it for me." He placed his spoon down neatly in front of him, letting you indulge in the remainder of the dessert. "I see...is there any way I could get favors from the kitchen ghosts like that? Since I'm stuck in this world for an unspecified period of time and... you're ever so kind, are you not Headmage?"
Fluffing up his ego's feathers could get you some favors at times, you learned. You've had to use that tactic more than once to get a little something something then and again. Sitting up, he placed a hand to his chest. "Well...I could arrange something, I'm sure of it. Just don't let that cat abuse such a power...such a glutton."
"Grim's not a cat, he's a monster. If he heard, he would've set the whole table alight by now, yknow?" You laughed a little alongside the headmage. It was an unexpected sight, given that the two of you bickered more often than not. Even if he was lazy and quite shameless, you supposed Crowley was actually a good man. Despite his stupidly enlarged ego, which pissed you off a lot of the time.
Sigh, maybe falling under his care wasn't the worst thing after all. You would never admit that, of course!
Crips 'n' Dips was as busy as you had imagined it would be on a Saturday. The last time you were here, you shared a meal with The Headmage and Grim (which mainly consisted of Crowley whining that his lunch spot wasn't a secret anymore). You'd been meaning to come back under more peaceful terms, so when Cater approached you after class one day, asking to take you out, you obviously said yes! Who better to go with than the guy who managed the place for three days?
Your mouth watered at the thought of the menu recommendations Cater would give you once you two were inside. Maybe instead of ordering the burger, you'd try something else...ooo maybe a wrap? Or-
"Hey, prefect!"
Making his way to you was Cater, dressed all casual and skateboarding! That's right... he had mentioned he skateboarded before. If it was cool hearing about it then, it was definitely cool seeing him do it now. Especially once he kicked up his board when he was close enough.
"Sorry for making you wait so long...I had to make sure my fit was decent to post online, yknow?", he winked, placing his free arm around your shoulder and leading you both into the cafe. To anyone else, it probably seemed like you guys were on some sort of date. It definitely seemed that way to two little furrballs watching from inside...
"I deffo recommend getting the grilled cheese...the waiter comes by and makes it all rainbow, so when you do the cheese pull...you can imagine, can't you?"
You both spent a good chunk of time discussing what to order and what would look cute together to post online. By the time the waiter came around, it was all decided. He would be getting a chicken waffle plate and some coffee, while you opted for his grilled cheese recommendation with some tea! After finally placing the order, you really felt your stomach growl. "I've been meaning to thank you for asking me out. This place is just too cute! Not to mention the food."
He tilted his head. "Hm? Oh yeah, it's totees cute in here... just wait till you meet the chipmunk co-workers I had while managing! They're the stars of almost every food show here. I'll make sure to record when your food comes out, kay?" he said, lifting his phone up with a smile.
You could imagine it now... cheesy, gooey, colorful goodness inside toasty bread...man. With how hungry you were, you felt like Grim. It took so much bribing this morning to convince him to not come today; you now owed him like 10 tuna cans on the way back home.
Usually, waiting for your food to come out felt like either the most boring span of time ever or the most impatient. With Cater, on the other hand, you kind of wished it would take longer to come out due to how much fun you were having talking to him. He would tell you all the Hertslabyul updates that Riddle would never have told you, the newest spots he would go to on his time off, all the hobbies he had picked up, and best of all? You got dirt on all the dumb crap Ace and Deuce did in their dorm. It even came with picture proof (that you obviously made him send you)!
After about 15 or so minutes, your order arrived! Just like Cater had said before, two little chipmunks came out with what looked like their own prop wands. The waiter was obviously the one performing the magic to make the cheese all colorful, but seeing the Chipmunks act like it was them was the cutest thing you had seen in a while.
After they were done, the Chipmunks stayed behind to seemingly catch up with Cater. Somehow, he could understand them somewhat? The sight honestly made your heart melt... Taking the chance, you snapped a picture of the three of them interacting. You were sure that Cater would appreciate the candid shot. While you were checking the picture over, one of the chipmunks came over and peeked their head over your phone, giving a thumbs up. Chipmunk approved, you supposed? You didn't even know chipmunks could give thumbs up. Well, they were special after all.
After Cater took his food pics...it was time to eat! Taking a bite into your grilled cheese was so insanely satisfying, you just had to voice it. "Dude. This is like, honestly, better than the burger? Maybe it's just because I'm hungry, but...wow."
"Ehh?? Better than the burger? I think you've got your tastes all mixed up. There's a reason why the burger is a signature item- mph?!"
He suddenly began to sputter, coughing into his sleeve. "This isn't my coffee- this is sweet tea..Why do you have my coffee?!" Looking at the table, you realized he was telling the truth. The waiter had 100% given you guys the right drinks, so how did they get mixed up? You were ready to ask a worker, but Cater stopped you. "Don't even bother... I know it was those two rascals. They pulled these kinds of stunts all the time when I worked here." Sighing, he switched your drinks back to their original spots. "Blegh, no offense, but that drink ruined my whole palette. I really hate sweet things."
You tilted your head a little. "I see you post sweet things all the time on your magicam, though. Don't tell me you're a poser?"
"Nahh...not a poser. Moreso...I know what goes viral," he said, giving you a wink. Oh yeah, he was totally a poser. "Sooo, what are you gonna do with your chicken waffles? Gonna have them with no syrup?" Taking a sip of your own tea, you realized he hadn't put any sweeteners into his coffee. Resting the side of his face on his hand, he gave you a cheeky smile. "That's the plan, prefect! Sayy...I hear grilled cheese tastes pretty good with syrup. Here, have it! I insist~."
Off in the distance, you could have sworn you heard two sets of high-pitched giggles.
It sounded kinda gross, but his grilled cheese and syrup combo ended up being super good. How was it that every single one of his recommendations ended up being insanely delicious? Must've come from all his experience trying out all sorts of places for magicam.
The two of you were ready to get up and pay when a waiter stopped by to drop off a really beautifully plated slice of cake. Alongside two chipmunks, might I add.
"Did you order this?"
"No, I didn't. And I know you didn't cuz...well, it's sweet."
The two chipmunks tapped their feet, as if they wanted the two of you to shut up and watch. Taking a spoon, both of them proceeded to draw a cute little heart made out of chocolate sauce in front of the cake. Once that was done, they acted out a cupid shooting an arrow into the other's heart, then embracing each other passionately before separating, and pointing at the two of you. Almost as if to say: 'Hey, this is you guys!'
You were about to speak up, but Cater beat you to it. "They found out we're on a date, by the looks of it."
"...We are?"
"Uhhh, yeah? I asked you out, no?" "You did, but you never used the word date!" "I thought you would've gotten the hint! I didn't think you were the dense type, Prefect..." "???I'm not???" "Yeah? Well, Ace and Deuce's denseness seems to be rubbing off-" "HAH! Your'e real funny. As if."
A pause.
Rubbing his neck, he spoke uncharacteristically soft. "...Then, can we make this a date, like officially?" His saying that gained a pair of excited squeaks from the two furrballs. They were tugging at your sleeves, practically begging for you to say yes. This was all still pretty shocking, but...
"I'd...I would really like that."
To anyone else, it probably seemed like you two were on some sort of date.
That's because with the help of two furry friends, you finally were.
a/n: I enjoyed writing this fic the most so far into domaystic! I don't even have a preference for cater, the prompt plus the chipmunks were just too good a combo i think lol
c/w: Mentions of eating disorders and past bullying(hardly ngl), light angst here and there.
a/n: This was slightly harder to write than expected.. If you notice any incorrect portrayal of his ed, please let me know. The last thing I want to do is offend anyone or get his character all wrong... I hope it's all satisfactory! <3
It was blatantly obvious to anyone with eyes that Azul had a complicated relationship with food. He always had exact portions every day at lunch, and ate only what looked like the cleanest meals. You could see his meticulousness by just looking at his picturesque lunch tray and comparing it to that of Floyd, for example. It was the same salad, main, and glass of water every day. "No sweet treat? Nothing new? Really?" is what you had caught yourself thinking time and time again, the more you sat at lunch with the Octavonille trio.
Maybe today would be different, you thought. It was February 24th, his birthday, after all. Perhaps after getting a whiff of all the delicious food the tweels had been working on to surprise him, he would actually indulge in something other than a sad salad. You had always wondered why he held himself to such a strict diet. Even when tasting new menu items for the Monstro Lounge, he hardly took a nibble...
Alas, there was no time to wonder about such things at the moment. While Jade was adding the finishing touches to the food, Floyd was mixing up all sorts of drinks, and you were decorating the lounge to the best of your ability. While doing so, you couldn't help but sneak peeks at the food out on display. You had kind of assumed it would be salads and healthy snacks, but it was all the opposite. Instead, you were met with piles of fried chicken, tempura, burgers, and so much more. Anybody else would've thought you guys were hosting the whole Octavonille house!
Actually, now that you thought about it, he had gotten all weird about his old class picture when you first saw it after his overblot. He had been a pretty chubby kid...but you thought it had been cute! Maybe he just became a big nutrition guru afterwards? Even then, he was far too extreme to even be called one. His eating habits were just flat-out concerning.
"Heey Jade, Little shrimpy, Azul's almost here!" Floyd said, waving around his phone excitedly. "Shrimpy~ come hide with me!"
Footsteps had already begun to be heard, so you allowed yourself to be dragged behind the bartending counter by Floyd to hide quickly. Jade, funnily enough, hid beside the door with a party popper. Man...Azul's face was going to be priceless! Floyd had his phone camera open and ready, while you held a headband that said BIRTHDAY BOY in big bold letters for Azul.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!", the three of you cried out. Big smiles and confetti surrounded the four of you as you revealed yourselves from hiding. You ran up to Azul, placing the headband on his head and giving him a brief yet sweet hug. You were surprised you had even landed a hug in before Floyd! Knowing him, he'd probably try squeezing him a bit, even if that was technically his boss...
"Happy Birthday! We thought it'd be a good idea to surprise you and celebrate before your "official" birthday ceremony at school. We hope you like it."
You looked at both Jade and Floyd excitedly before turning back to Azul. He looked...
Tense?
He wasn't even looking at you or the twins. Just the food in the background.
He pushed his glasses up, smiling rather tightly. Nothing like his usual smile, not even the sly one he reserved for business. "L-like it...yes..very much, prefect! hah.." Placing a hand on your shoulder, he walked over to the food table, taking a good, hard look at it. "I'm assuming there shall be others joining us?"
Jade spoke up. "Oh, on the contrary. We prepared all of this for you, fufu~."
"ALL of it?!" he burst out. "I appreciate the effort, but I couldn't possibly-"
"Couldn't possibly what, huh? We worked really hard on doing this for ya, yknow?" Floyd whined, scratching the back of his head as he got close to the table and popped a piece of chicken in his mouth. "It's REAL good too! c'moonn..." He grabbed another piece and got really close to Azul; he was practically about to force-feed him. "Cmon Tako-chan~ eat up! Just like when we were kids- don'tcha remember?~"
It felt like the room had suddenly gone ice cold. Even Jade's eyes had widened a little. After a brief moment of silence, you spoke up. "Tako-chan?" Floyd never called Azul a nickname. Azul was just Azul, as he had put it once.
"Just some stupid nickname from my youth. Forget about it! And don't try to feed me that junk either! You know I stay away from fried foods." He cried out.
...was he teary-eyed?
"What? Aren't these your faves, or something?-" Floyd persisted, but ultimately let it go after his brother grabbed his sleeve, like he was telling him to stop talking. "Geez...whatever..."
"Stupid- hic- stupid eel...what gave him the idea to bring up that dumb nickname, huh? I'm not some little kid anymore, damn it..."
You two had relocated to his office after you had noticed he was this close to breaking down. The second the door shut behind him, he started sobbing and blabbering so much that it was a bit hard to keep up. You got the gist of it all, though. Now you finally understood why he was so strict with his meals and why he wanted that old class picture hidden.
All the tormenting, name-calling, and physical abuse he had gone through as a child had truly molded him into who he was today. Seeing him so distraught and shriveled up at the sheer reminder of those times didn't fail to make your heart heavy.
"Hey..."
"And what am I going to do about all that food?! I can't even do the mental math on how many calories all of that together is...sniffle."
"Azu-"
"I'll go back to the way I was before if I even eat just a little...I refuse to be the laughing stock of others again- I swore it! This is all so-"
"AZUL! Please, listen to me!"
You grabbed his hands in an attempt to ground him. You were losing him to his own mind, and you wouldn't let him slip further and further away from reach! "Think rationally for a moment! Indulging in your favorite foods today won't immediately revert you back to how you were back then- hell, you weren't even as bad as those idiots made it seem...I thought you looked cute!"
Locking your eyes on his own teary ones, you continued.
"You had, and still have, so many amazing qualities about you that don't apply to you appearence or weight...Jade can see it, Floyd can see it, and I can see it too. Everybody does! I'm sure it hurts them just as much as it hurts me to see you strain your body by eating such sad foods and so little of them, too."
"Today's your Birthday, you deserve to indulge! In fact, you deserve to do so tomorrow too. And the day after, and the days after that one! You can still stay fit even when doing so. You deserve to feel the same joy everyone else gets from eating at Monstro Lounge, for example! Please...starting today, can't you try and work on this bad habit of yours?"
You huffed a little. hoping to have gotten through to him.
"Prefect..."
Reaching up, you lifted his glasses and proceeded to wipe his remaining tears away. "I'm sure Floyd meant well.. He can just be so blunt sometimes, no? Don't you want to go out there and let the twins show you how much they love you?" He nodded with a sniffle, covering your hands with his as they cupped his face.
a/n: challenge: count how many times i said the name azul in this fic alone. answer: a million omfg i feel like i spammed his name like crazy dont kill me also sorry jade truthers he hardly got any spotlight ill make up for it i promise...
cw: reader too astonished by Vil's beauty lol (all fluff!)
a/n: First time writing in a while...I'm getting back into the gist of things by partaking in Domaystic! By the time this gets posted, I will have most likely made a formal masterlist on here :^) Forgive me if this turns out to be absolute buttcheeks...
You had been looking forward to today all week! You'd be going out with none other than Vil Schoenheit to get some dashing clothing for NRC's upcoming formal! At first, you hesitated due to feeling ever so pissed at the fact that instead of trying to find a way for you to get home, Crowley was hosting a practically useless dance. But you soon succumbed to the offer of some free (and much-needed) clothing. Maybe instead of hosting a dance, Crowley could increase your allowance to get clothing other than the raggedy NRC uniform...
Shaking away your annoyance at the good-for-nothing headmage, you headed back to Ramshackle after class to drop your things off before meeting up with Vil at the school's entrance. You couldn't help but feel your heart race a little at the sight of him standing afar. In truth, whose heart WOULDN'T race at the sight of him?! He was absolutley jaw dropping! Neat blonde hair with a soft purple hue, flawless skin, eyes that could freeze you with just one glance...and his lips...
As you stepped closer, you became acutely aware that you would be going out with him one-on-one. No Grim, no epel, and especially no Rook. Would that make this a date, or an intimate hangout as pals? Whichever it was, one thing was certain. Housewardens were MANDATED to attend this formal, and you needed a damn good set of clothing. If anything, you were insanely lucky that he had invited you, of all people, out. The clothes were bound to be "totes adorbs", as Cater put it.
"You're just on time...come, we must get going before too many people show up."
He got right to work in ushering you into town. It made sense since it was Friday after all...people would certainly flock to their favorite stores and cafes to relax after the long week. Having an excuse to go into town was always a nice change of pace...comparing that to the chores you had on campus, it was a breath of fresh air! Walking at your own pace and taking in all the different types of people enjoying their day out was simply too charming to resist! At least, that's how it was the previous times you had gone...
What, did you think THE Vil Schoenheit came to merely hang around? No, no, no! He's got a strict agenda for today, of course! You two weren't here to mess around. As hoursewardens, it was an absolute necessity to look your best at any schoolwide event! No matter how big or small your dorm may be! Your clothing, makeup, hairstyle, and even your scent were to be your armor in the battle that is mingling with other people at an event!
First stop was a makeup/skincare store. Honestly, you had no clue what was going on. Even if you were a person with previous experience with makeup, it wasn't like you knew the brands Twisted Wonderland provided. The same goes for the contents...why did that bottle say it contained "special eel jelly"?...
"Don't look so lost. Here, hold the basket while I get everything we need. Don't stray too far, I need to see what shades fit your complexion the best..."
Who knew he could walk so fast when focused? Your time spent in the store consisted of jogging behind him, standing as still as a statue when he applied something to your skin, and carrying the small yet bountiful basket filled with products for him. Every time he paused to dab something on your cheek, you felt your face heat up. Hopefully you weren't red or anything. That would mess up the contrast between the product and your skin tone...
The only time you fell behind was when you spotted a lipstick stand with all sorts of gorgeous colors. Although they were beautiful, that wasn't what had caught your eye. In the display picture, holding up a sharp red lipstick matching his lips, was Vil! The dark makeup he had on made your mouth drop a little.
"Instead of staring so much at a mere picture, why not take in my beauty in person, prefect?"
You had been so transfixed, you hadn't noticed him come up beside you to take a lipstick sample. He took a good look at you before turning your face towards his with a hand gently holding your chin.
"Part your lips for me," he said. I believe this color would suit you quite well..."
Obviously, you did what you were told. You had been far too shocked at his bold gesture to not do what he said! As he dragged the lipstick across your upper and bottom lip, your eyes jumped around his face. He had a focused yet composed expression as he did what he does best. The slight furrow in his brow and the way his hair framed his face made you feel like you were falling deeper and deeper into a spell.
Eventually, he stopped. Taking one last good look at you before smiling and gesturing to the attendee,
After such a successful (and heartwrenching, cough) spree at the beauty store, now came clothing! The shops he took you to ranged from high-end luxury to more casual spots. Luckily, the place you ended up in was more on the lenient side. There, you bore witness to him personally modeling all sorts of formal outfits. From suits to dresses, to even combinations of both, you finally understood why Rook gushed over him so much. He was a 10 all around! Your compliments didn't go unappreciated on his end, either.
Once he had selected his suit (with a dashing train that gave it the look of a dress), it was finally your turn! This was bound to be fun, right? Who wouldn't want to get all dolled up?!
After about 30 minutes, you. You didn't want to get all dolled up anymore. Now you knew why Epel could get so cranky at times. This was sooo tiring...
"Work with me here, would you? We simply cannot leave until we find something befitting of your lovely figure!"
Yeah, his compliments made you all warm and happy inside, but man...this was too much. You were seriously ready to throw in the towel and go to the formal with your uniform on. That was, until you found it. An outfit so wonderful that it truly felt like...well, you! And it had pockets!
"This is amazing!! Vil, what do you think?" Your excited voice didn't fail to bounce off the walls as you twisted and turned to get a better look at yourself in the mirror. "Vil?"
Upon turning to look at the blonde, you found that his face carried a soft smile and even softer eyes. Had he ever looked at you like that before?...
"You look radient, y/n."
Getting ice cream after all the effort put into both of your outfits was super satisfying! Being able to sit down on a bench and watch as shops closed for the day and people took their routes back home was oddly pleasant. Even more due to the fact that you were sharing such a moment with a special someone.
"Must you be such a slob? I can see why you and Epel get along so well..."
You chuckled at his words and shrugged. "Hey, good ice cream does that to a person." You heard a huff from him after hearing your statement. How could you be so different from him, yet never fail to interest him so?
He leaned in closer, wiping the corner of your mouth with a handkerchief.
"Next time, let's come back under calmer circumstances. It's a date, understood?"
a/n: this deadass took me like an entire day, but it was soo worth it...anywho thanks so much for reading if you made it this far! I hope all 15 Vil fans enjoy this (ik there's like a gazillion of y'all)
