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mobagehelllocal · 3 years

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"lucky ending" ver iii - rook & lilia

commissioned by @hanafubukki

A/N: Why is it ver iii you ask? Because I finished it first. Why didn't you title it as v ii then? It's so that I'd get iffy and try to finish v ii ... That being said, my sincerest thanks to hanafubukki, who, without their absolute patience and support these two stories would not have been possible. Thank you so much, this is absolutely dedicated to you.

additional pieces: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (???), ver iii (this)

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“Hey, did you know?”

You looked up from your meal to see a grinning Ace.

“Well… you haven’t told me what this is about Ace.” you finally said in a dry tone. “So, no—I wouldn’t.” Beside you, Epel’s lips curled up in amusement.

“Are you sassing me?” Ace squinted at you.

“Who could say.” you shrugged your shoulders. “Anyways, what is it?” Ace studied you for a couple more seconds before he too seemed to ‘shrug’ it off and continue.

“There’s actually a tradition in Twisted Wonderland during graduation season.” Ace’s smile turned wicked, as he raised his hand and tugged at a button on his shirt.

“Please don’t strip. Nobody needs to see that.” you said—Deuce promptly choked on his food and Grim snickered beside you. On his other side, Jack sighed as he patted the man on his back.

“It’s not that!” Ace scowled. “Sweet Queen, if you keep going on like that, I swear—”

“Sorry, sorry.” you raised your hands—palms up. “So, what is it?”

“This button.” he pointed at the second button from the top. “Well, for NRC, they go with the fifth button—but either way…” Sebek leaned forward in interest.

“Is this the button tradition?” his eyes sparkled, “you see, I was thinking of giving—”

“It doesn’t work like that Sebek.” Ace said—at which the Diasomnia student immediately deflated in response.

"People give this out at graduation.” Ace continued. “It’s like the last chance to confess–before you leave the school life behind.”

‘Last chance huh…’ you thought, as you remembered Crowley’s words from the other day.

“In my generosity, I have found a way to bring you back home… but…” the Headmaster peered at you with glowing eyes. “Something tells me you don’t want that anymore.”

“And because I’m so generous… I will let you decide what you wish to do.” his eyes brightened behind his mask. “I hope to hear from you soon…”

"Why not the first button?” you couldn’t help but ask. Ace, who had just finished recounting how many buttons he had given out in his last graduation was startled by your question.

“Err…” Ace scratched the back of his head. “I dunno?”

“It’s the second button, because on the regular school uniform… it’s closest to the heart. Because graduations at NRC are in the summoning robes—that means the fifth button.” Jack finally spoke up, “what normally happens is… someone confesses, and the other party decides whether or not to give the button. When the other party gives their button—it means they return the love of the person who confessed.” Grim’s face twisted at that.

“In conclusion… disgusting.” Epel shrugged his shoulders, before he shot Jack a look. “I’m surprised you, of all people know that.” Jack’s whole body twitched, and his tail bristled in response.

“So. you were being a little shit.” Deuce told Ace.

“Yeah Ace, you’re an asshole.” Grim huffed.

“Not true, all of the people who wanted my heart, got it~” Deuce grimaced in disgust at his roommate’s response. On his other side, Sebek shifted upright.

“I don’t care what you all say, I’m giving—”

“Sebek, no.”

As your friends erupted into chaos your hands fell on top of your second button and you fiddled with it thoughtfully.

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The colours of dusk dyed the Pomefiore courtyard in brilliant shades of orange and violets.

It made him breathless.

‘When something ends, it must be sad. So, tell me then, how an ending could be so beautiful?’

“—ok! Rook!”

Slap.

Rook blinked blankly as he realized his face was turned harshly to the side. He raised a hand to touch his face and felt that it was warm due to the harsh slap delivered by—

“Are you finally able to listen to me, Rook?”

He faced forward to see that the beautiful face of Vil Schoenheit was twisted in a look of disapproval. It took only a second before Rook managed to pull on the smile he always used to placate his Dorm Leader.

“Roi du Poison!” Rook sang, a hand on his chest and another extended outward, “Our Beautiful Vil! I apologize! I was so distracted by the way the twilight has coloured our beloved dorm, that I was caught utterly speechless!” Vil tilted his head and scowled at his Vice… former Vice Dorm Leader.

“Oh, please do not lie to me, Rook.” Vil fixed his ceremonial robes idly, as he repositioned the hood on his shoulders. “You were thinking of something… No, someone else.” He narrowed his eyes on the hunter. Rook briefly wondered if he was eyeing the creases in his own ceremonial robes. “Exactly what, however…” He let his sentence hang, suspended in a moment of silence. Beautiful Vil stared at him—and Rook realized that the man would not let this go. Would no longer let this go. At that realization, Rook’s hands fell to his sides and his shoulders slumped.

“I did not think you would notice a thing, Roi du Poison.” He admitted rather lamely. His eyes flickered off again, in the direction of a certain dorm…

“Do not insult me Rook. Of course, I would notice. I have known you for so long…” Vil sighed before he snapped. “Now out with it, what exactly is your problem?”

“Well…”

When it had been time for Rook to choose his internship, he had done so in his typical fashion—an eager single mindedness for the sake of something he considered beautiful. His internship would take him to faraway places—so much so that it would become difficult for him to keep in contact with his family and his peers. He had known (thought) that it wouldn’t matter too much for him. While Rook could enjoy being in a crowd—he was more of a solitary creature.

After all, the hunt is best done alone.

And it was fine in the beginning. He was able to throw himself into his internship with all his love and his energy. His supervisors were winded but amazed at his devotion to learning everything he could from them.

“Because what you do here is beautiful and there is nothing, I love more than seeing beauty—in all its shapes, sizes… forms—! How could I call myself la chasseur d’amour if I do not chase after that which I love~?” He had explained to them, and they had shaken their heads in bemusement over him. Then they shrugged—at least he was enthusiastic.

He did not know what had caused it. But in the middle of exploring a forest, there at the edges of the Land of Pyroxene—he is hit with the sudden thought of you.

It causes him to stumble on his step, for his inhale to be a little sharper—and a hand coming up to cover his mouth as he coughed in surprise. There is a knot in his chest that makes him think of the way you would look at him if you were with him at that moment. You would probably be nervous—uncertain about the situation you were in but…

You would take his hand. And he would assure you that all would be well.

He blinked, dazed. The image of you standing before him faded away as all distractions do.

When he wondered to himself why he remembered you—he had thought that perhaps it was because you were one of his fascinations; and Rook Hunt was a man controlled by his need to understand everything that drew his interests.

But why then? At that time?

He had taken his internship to satisfy his fascinations for so many other things and you—

You and your allure were currently a thousand miles away.

There should be no reason for you to continue to dwell in his thoughts… for he had already learned everything about you.

When something (or someone) drew his interest, he would consume all the knowledge he could from observing them. When that was finished—

His eyes would simply fall onto another prey.

You were his last fascination back at Night Raven College—just before his internship began.

So why then did he look back now? So why then is he remembering all the ways you looked at him? In the beginning—your eyes were filled with confusion. There was a time you regarded him with wariness. Then there came a time you peered at him with acceptance… with amusement. With admiration and even with fondness.

You had looked at him with worry in your eyes as well. So many things were left unspoken as he went away for his trip.

‘Perhaps it is that.’ He had concluded at that time. ‘Perhaps my research on you isn’t quite finished yet.’ He attempted to dismiss it as such. Often, he’ll suddenly remember a person who he had once given his attention to. Often it would just be him attempting to see if they had changed in any way and… Perhaps it was the same with you. He nodded to himself. Now that he has figured that out—you would likely stop interrupting his thoughts… It would let him focus on the hunt once more.

At least that is what he told himself but—

The moment he remembered you—you would no longer leave him alone.

Sometimes he would see you at the edge of his vision, standing there with gentle acceptance on the quirk of your lips. Sometimes he would feel your hand in his as he began to smell the homely scent of Ramshackle after a long day of schoolwork. There were the times he had mistaken the song of a bird for the way you would call out to him; and then the times when his thoughts wander to the taste of sunshine on the bright days you two would share.

Something in him began to hunger. To see you, as you are—without you fading away like a daydream. To really feel the press of your hand against his own, to be enveloped in the scent of Ramshackle—one he so strongly associated with your own. To hear your voice, speak his name again—and for the taste of days spent with you.

Suddenly the internship he did not want to end—could not end any faster.

And yet once he had gone back to Night Raven College—restless with the need to soak in your presence—not even a thought to if you would want to see him only to realize that you—

You were avoiding him.

Rook Hunt was not a person easily hurt. He had the tendency to be blunt and his desire for knowledge has let him step on several people’s toes. He was used to being avoided—in fact, it was a thing that brought him excitement.

It was a part of the hunt.

And yet—yet with you—

To know you were avoiding him made him… feel. Something. He cannot quite pinpoint what it is. It surely did not feel like fascination anymore—

There was nothing more important to him than which draws his fascinations—so what have you become then? What lies beyond his whimsical interest in you?

“You’re a bigger fool than I thought you were, Rook.” His Queen’s voice made him crash down to reality. He blinked in surprise—his lips fell into a perfect o as he studied Vil’s irate expression. Ah, had he spoken without thinking?

“Are fools not entertaining to you, my Queen?”

“Perhaps I found it amusing once... however, for someone who calls himself la chasseur d’amour…” The syllables of the foreign language drip off Vil’s tongue like honey. His Queen’s lips curled into a saccharine smile. “You don’t know the first thing about love, do you?” Rook blinked startled—

“Love?” He echoed, winded.

“Love.” Vil peered at him, there was something smug in the curl of His Queen’s lips—but he was unable to examine it further because Vil gestured at him to face forward. With him being as distracted as he was—he had failed to realize that they had arrived at the Pomefiore Lounge.

And standing by one of the great windows was Monsieur Cherry Apple… and you.

“Senior Vil, Senior Rook.” Epel greeted, a sweet smile on his face. “Senior Vil, as you requested.” Epel then waved towards you. You, who had been carefully avoiding his gaze by fixing your own, to the ground.

“Congratulations on your graduation!” Your voice faltered before you went quiet. Rook peered at you—the beginning of a frown tilted the corner of his lips. He could see the sweat drip from your forehead, the way your fingers and feet fidgeted… As someone who spent so much time observing people, he knew you wanted to run.

But why…?

(“Come Epel. Leave them be. There are things I need to discuss with you…” Epel looked at the two of you—quietly standing across each other. He had never seen Rook so quiet before—and this was unlike every other time that the older man was hunting. And then there was you… Queen, you worried them all… ‘But if there’s anyone who could cheer you up…’ he bumped his shoulder roughly against Rook. Enough to pull the older man out of his thoughts to meet his junior’s eyes.

‘Take care of my friend.’ Epel’s eyes narrowed, before he followed Vil.)

Confusion mixed with amusement bubbled up within Rook… How beaute! For the boy—nay, the man to challenge Rook like that… It could almost make him weep from the beauty of your friendship! ‘If Monsieur Cherry Apple challenged me like that… then it is only right that I face his challenge head on—!’ He dragged his eyes back down to your fidgeting form.

“Mon Monarque… It is a pleasure to finally speak with you.” You flinched at his words. “I feel as if you were avoiding me these past few days.”

“I wasn’t—!” you looked up—eyes glassy with unshed worries—but Rook’s knowing gaze made you falter. “… No, you’re right… I’m sorry. I’ve been very unfair, haven’t I?” you smiled weakly.

“As we all are, Mon Monarque.” This time you finally meet his gaze with those wet eyes of yours. “I believe I have been quite unfair with you as well. There were things you must’ve expected me to say back then…” He raised his hand, and happy that you were not flinching away, laid it on your cheek. “How you’ve tested me these past few days, mon amour!”

“Normally,” he began. “One such as I enjoy the thrill of the chase. You would not be the first to run from me… but…” he stroked your cheek with his thumb. “Once it was you who was running from la chasseur d’amour… once it was you, who began to avoid me…” his lips curled downward again—in memory of the past week… “It did not excite me, mon amour—instead… it filled me with dread.” At his words, your eyes burned, and your lower lip trembled.

“Sorry… I’m sorry.” Your voice is faint. “Please… let me explain.” And you do. You tell him what the headmaster had told you—about how you could go home now. You tell him about your conflicted feelings—about wanting a reason to stay but thinking about your family. All the while, he stroked your cheek in encouragement.

Beyond your shoulder, through the large windows—Rook could see the way the sun finally, completely dipped past the horizon. The light framed you completely, it made you look like some heavenly beauty who descended upon the earth. It was your mercy that allowed you to appear before him like this. In the brevity of the light illuminating him—You dazzle him—you blind him.

You made him breathless.

In this moment… he could lose you, couldn’t he?

Ba dump.

His eyes widened as the beat of his heart went unsteady at that realization.

Ba dump dump.

In that moment he realized that your time together could end. Yet, framed by the light—you were so beautiful.

‘When something ends, it must be sad. So, tell me then, how an ending could be so beautiful?’

He found himself lacing your fingers together before falling to one knee before you. You faltered in your words as he tightened his hold on your hands. Ah—so, this is why he couldn’t stop thinking about you. So, this is what Vil meant—when he called him a fool.

‘But there was one ending that was beautiful, non?’

“Rook…?”

“Mon monarque… Please forgive me for leaving you so. Perhaps I have no right to ask you for this but… would you please let me stay with you from now on?” He whispered as he peppered kisses against your palms.

“Rook—!?”

“…Mon amour, I feel faint at the thought of living in a world where you no longer exist.”

“Rook… you’re saying that you…” your eyes became even more glassy. He reaches down to his outfit and with a quick snap—removes the button closest to his heart—and pressed it into your hands.

“Tell me your answer, mon amour. I will accept it but… know…. I do not call myself la chasseur d’amour lightly. For the prize I am hunting now, is your heart.” You blink, and the glassy look in your eyes—shattered as tears slipped down your cheeks. “I will not give it up.”

‘That’s right. ‘They lived happily ever after’—are those not the words that define a beautiful ending?’

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Nothing lasts forever.

Lilia Vanrouge was definitely the last person to think that.

But being aware of that doesn’t make it any easier for him. Perhaps it makes it worse. Lilia is used to losing people. They have either died too young or he has lived for too long. And when you’re his age you can’t help but begin to brace yourself for the inevitable—for the time you lose people as if they were dying like flies.

So when you waltz into his life here at Night Raven College—Lilia had an idea about how you might just ruin him.

It’s the curiosity that sparkled in your eyes. It’s the lilt in your voice that he cannot place anywhere in Twisted Wonderland.

You did not belong to this world.

But it was also for that same reason that Lilia was drawn to you.

Perhaps he had multiple interests throughout his centuries of loneliness… but you were the first bright spark in a millennia.

Your light was different from the way Malleus… Silver and Sebek shined for him. They were family. They were a constant source of light in the darkest of days. And—he would have them for longer. He would be with Malleus for centuries—he would have Silver and Sebek for their lifetimes.

But you—your light was akin to a shooting star. If he so much as blinked—if he took his eyes off you—if he looked at you a second too late—

He would instantly lose your light.

And shooting stars do not leave anything behind.

There would be no way to follow after you once you’ve gone.

That is why, while you still glimmered in this world of Twisted Wonderland—

He would relish in the way—

You made the world pause.

You made a moment extend into an eternity.

You made an immortal crave just a little more time.

But he would also brace himself—

Because the world will continue to spin.

Because a moment will always fade away.

Because there is never enough time.

So when you came to him (right before his graduation too—robes of black ink and spun gold spread around him on the couch), your eyes wet with your worries while your lips spilled the damning words of the Headmaster—he knew.

“In my generosity, I have found a way to bring you back home…”

He knew that the moments he spent with you had ultimately concluded.

He could already see it—the world dimmed as your bright light shot off into the distance. Ready to burn brilliantly for another world… while he must drift into an eternity with your glow haunting him beyond his closed lids.

‘Nothing lasts forever,’ Lilia thought—wistfully. ‘All things will come to an end.’

He knew what you came here for.

You wanted a reason to stay.

But this was something Lilia can not—no—will not give you.

“—And it’s insane, Lilia. I can’t believe—he just—I don’t know what to do—I—what do I do—?” Finally your eyes fall on him and instinctively your heart sunk. You didn’t know why but… perhaps it’s because you knew him so well by now and…

He gazed at you; expression surprisingly solemn and empty. It scared you. Lilia has never looked at you like this before—to your knowledge, you’ve never seen him wear such a grave expression on his face.

“Child.” You flinched immediately, eyes wide—and beginning to sting already. You tensed in your seat and the fairy in front of you sighed deeply. “Child, this is something I cannot give you an answer to.”

“W—what?” You sputtered, your eyes began to water. “But—”

Lilia—sweet, all-knowing—brilliant Lilia. He, who you always felt,had the answers in this world. He, who you felt safest with… Who was always able to explain things to you—

For once he had nothing to say?

“But nothing.” He said—voice light, gentle—almost as if scared that if he spoke with any more force you would shatter before him.

Who were you kidding?

You’ve already begun to shatter.

“My dear one, this is not my choice to make.” He insisted lightly, red eyes gleamed in the dim light of Diasomnia’s lounge area. “It is your own.”

Lilia’s brows furrowed as he watched your expression shift—from sadness, to confusion, pain—and… He did his best to stiffen himself and not attempt to gather you in his arms. To give you all the reasons to stay—

“It is not my choice to make… but I can give you advice.”

“Then give it. Please.” Your voice faltered in that way he knew that the tears were coming. He did his best not to be swayed. Not when such an important decision is laid before you…

“I believe you should go home.” He answered, and your head snapped upright. Shock coloured your whole face.

“Lilia—you—why would you—” you began to cry but he held up a hand.

“My dear, I have lived a long life full of loss.” He paused, “I will continue to live with loss at my side but you…” he raised his hand, leant forward to cup your cheek—and wiped away a tear right before it fell down the curve of your face. “You have not lived that life, child. Not yet. It is not something I would wish on anyone.” ‘Most especially you.’ He thought fiercely.

“You have a chance to find family again. That is good. I believe you should do it. Go home and reunite with them. It is not yet too late for you.” He murmured—this time tears began to fully stream out of your eyes.

“But Lilia—” you choked out through the tears. “But Lilia, I love you.” Your shoulders slackened as if you had finally let go of a burden, but you curled into yourself protectively. Terrified of the words that he might say now.

Lilia’s smile is sad—but even worse—is how knowing it was.

He knew.

He had known.

All along.

“A passing fancy, I’m sure.” He murmured as he pulled away and everything in you cried out in agony as the fairy lets you slip from his fingers. “Love like this will not last.”

Or at least it won’t last for a mortal like you. It was in your nature—he has seen countless immortal fairies let go of their human lovers. He himself had done the same throughout the centuries… The mortals—they all felt pain and they all felt anger—but ultimately they all moved on. It was the one thing he found that he envied in mortals. For them, life was too short to hold onto those who have chosen to leave them—but for immortals… Immortals always lingered. It was their nature to hold onto what they have let slip past them.

He was not an exception.

Never let it be said that he did not mourn each and every what if.

His love for you will last—until whatever end might meet him.

You will be the one he holds onto until nothing left of him remains—

However this was a type of love he won’t expect from you. It was a type of love he would not curse you with.

“Move on, my dear.” His words chased you out of the Diasomnia Dorm. “… as all mortals do.” He said, softly—this time to himself. He looked down at his small, ungloved hands.

His flesh was smooth, supple. His skin was not thin, his bones or veins not protruding. Immortal. Unchanged.

It was the best choice for you.

‘Let me be the lonely one. Let me be the one to miss you, while I become a faded memory. Let me be the one to remember the way we loved one another. Let me linger, while you experience all of what life has to offer.’

Lilia’s head snapped up as he heard a noise. (A little hope that, maybe, you won’t listen to this old man. Who might have grown in years but never truly outgrew his foolishness—) His eyes caught sight of Malleus—whose own gaze was fixated on the door.

“For once, perhaps I should’ve let myself remain uninvited.” Malleus said dryly. His eyes moved from the door… to Lilia. For a moment Lilia worried that the boy might smite him for making you, his beloved friend, cry. “In all the time I spent in your care…” Malleus spoke softly, “I have never seen you look so small, Lilia.”

Lilia inhaled and straightened himself. His lips trembled as he pulled it into a smile—but it snapped right back into a downward curve. There is no point in trying to hide it from Malleus—no point in attempting to tell him that he wasn’t hurt. For Malleus was just like him.

Someone who will linger in the great eternity, missing someone who will never return.

“I see.” Malleus paused, “… It will never get any easier… will it?”

“Losing someone is always hard. Regardless of the centuries one has lived.” Malleus raised his head again, eyes distant at Lilia’s words.

“Why do we still interact with mortals, then? Is it worth all this pain?”

“… Yes.”

Malleus turned sharply back to Lilia.

“Because even if there is pain… There is great happiness.” Lilia whispered softly as his eyes moved to the door—as if willing you to return even when he was the one to tell you to go. “Because even if we lose them… we will have eternity to remember them… treasure them… love them.” He chuckled gently. “Isn’t that a beautiful way to live forever? In the loving dreams of someone who will remember you.”

“You love greatly, deeply.” Malleus’s brows furrowed, “but why then—did you chase them away?”

“It is the nature of immortals to hold on, to linger. To remember.” Lilia said simply, his head tilted back to look at the ceiling. But his gaze was far away—perhaps fixed onto the sky, remembering all the stars that have slipped past him into the distance. Never to be seen again, but their brilliance and beauty to be remembered. Always to be remembered. “But mortals… the brevity of their lives will make them move on. They have to—they should move on. They can learn to love ano—”

SLAM.

Lilia flinched as his head jerked upright to look at Malleus. The heir’s expression was dark—stormy.

“I did not think I would ever have to teach you anything, Lilia.” Malleus said, disappointment crackled in his eyes.

“Teach me..?”

“Who are you to judge whether my friend should or should not love you?” The prince murmured, “Who are you to say that their love will fade away…? No… that is only something they should decide.”

Lilia blinked in surprise as Malleus turned away and moved towards the door to Diasomnia’s dorm. “Malleus—what are you—?”

“Do not dare to think about their affection… their love for you lightly.” Malleus continued to walk toward the door. He paused as his hand landed on the door knob. He turned to glance at Lilia from the corner of his eye.

“I will not let you underestimate the depth of my friend’s love.” He had said with so much certainty. As if telling Lilia that your return was as certain as night falling, as if your love was as steadfast as the stars above. With a smile, Malleus turned back to the doors and pushed it open to reveal—

You.

Lilia sat, frozen as you glared at him with wet eyes. When you blinked the glassy sheen in your eyes would fragment and slip down your cheeks. Your lips were twisted downwards in displeasure, and your hands were curled on your side. You don’t look at Malleus—but you whisper a thank you to him. You had stopped right outside the door, you had cried—but when you heard Malleus speak you quieted to listen. You can only guess that Malleus probably cloaked you in his magic to hide you from the older fae. Lilia turned to Malleus for a moment. Malleus inclined his head, a tiny smug smirk curled on his painted lips.

‘You have my blessing.’ Malleus seemed to say. Lilia wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by it but he didn't dwell on it because Malleus shimmered out of existence. This made his attention return to you.

You walked towards him—almost stomping. Perhaps any other time he would think of that as adorable—but for right now, he knew he should take this seriously.

Take your feelings more seriously.

“My d—mhm!” In a move he never expected from you, you bend down and kiss him. Your eyes shut tight, the tears slipped from your lashes and dropped down onto his cheeks. Your fingers curled in the silky material of the robe as you insistently pulled him closer to you. Just as he’s about to do something—take you into his arms, maybe—or kiss you back—you pulled away.

“I love you Lilia.” You professed. Yes, you weren’t sure about what you were going to do—where you were going to go even. But one thing you were sure of, is that you do love Lilia. And that if he reciprocated even a little— “I want your heart.” Your fingers curled tightly into his shirt, the button closest to his heart in the center of your palm—and it dug into your skin.

“I don’t need to meet anyone else. I don’t want to meet anyone else..! I just want you. In my life. For the rest of my life.” Your cheeks flushed at your confession but there was no going back now—you could only hope that the price of your honesty was his own.

“I don’t want you to lose anyone if you stay by my side.” His voice is shaky now. Unlike the self-assured Lilia you had always known.

“Then we’ll just have to figure out how to travel between worlds… or communicate—I don’t know.” You cried out. Between the two of you, it had always been Lilia with the answers. “Just don’t—make me choose one or the other… Let me choose both. If you don’t want me to lose anyone—then help me talk to them—but not at the cost of losing you! I want to spend all my time with you—!” Your voice pitched as Lilia dragged you down into his lap, fingers curled around the hand on his heart.

“… I’ve always thought I would be satisfied with just a little more time.” He murmured, breath brushed against the slope of your neck. “… but you want to spend all of it on this old man… are you sure…?”

“There’s no one else.”

“An immortal’s love is nothing compared to the one shared between humans.”

“Immortal or mortal—what matters is that it’s you and me.” You said stubbornly and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Malleus was right… there were still so many things he could learn from you… Learn to love about you.

And to a man who thought there was never enough time—ultimately, who was he to refuse?

Immortal or mortal, the undeniable truth was that Lilia was still just a man who wanted to love you without regrets. Without thinking of you as a what if.

“… When I’m promised something so dazzling, how can I refuse?” He pulled away and he gave you a sweet smile—red eyes glimmered with so much love. “If this is the love you’ve chosen to bestow upon me, then it is only right that I return it in full.” His face drew closer, his exhale wafted across your face.

“You have my heart then, my dear. You’ve had it since you first dazzled me. And I’m sure you will continue to do so… for the centuries to come.”

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mobagehelllewds · 3 years

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“are you not the king to my queen?”

commissioned by @r0setarts

A/N: AH YES THE FIRST STEP TO MY PEGGING AGENDA! THANK YOU SO MUCH R0SETARTS FOR COMMISSIONING ME! I had so much fun writing this hahha, and I hope it satisfies everyone else too! Speaking of which, Malleus with Aymeric-like earrings is really a hot thought ngl.

all characters featured are depicted as 18+

warning: explicit content below cut–nsfw. double dicks. fingering. unprotected sex. pegging (malleus receiving). degradation (malleus receiving). begging (malleus doing). dacryphilia (malleus crying).

You couldn’t help the adoring smile on your lips as you watched the way Malleus lounged languidly across his throne—the picture of perfect ease—as he studied his royal advisors with viridescent green eyes. His long, dark hair spilled down to his waist and off his throne—nearly blending in with his dark robes. As he leaned forward attentively—his golden crown and cuffed earrings winked in the low light of the throne room.

‘That’s my husband.’ You thought, still in awe—despite the months that had passed since your marriage. ‘I married Malleus Draconia.’ Who would’ve thought—a nobody like you could catch the eye of such a sinfully beautiful and powerful man? Who would’ve thought—that you would hold his utter devotion in turn?

‘Sometimes it still feels like I’ll wake up from such a sweet dream.’ You thought, as you leaned yourself onto one of the nearby pillars—just at the edge of your husband’s periphery. It was one of your greatest fears but—

Malleus caught sight of you—and his whole countenance shifted. He raised a hand and the room went silent. His gleaming eyes are on you, his lips curled in pleasure.

“I believe that will be enough for tonight.” His voice pierced the sudden hush, “Lilia, Silver, Sebek… If you please...” He waved dismissively. At his command, his knights slid quietly out of the shadows to do exactly that. Lilia appeared at Malleus’s side, and he shot you a cheeky little wink. As the knights escorted the advisors away, Malleus beckoned for you to draw closer. Once the room was clear and you were close enough, he pulled you into his lap. He quickly curled his fingers around the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss.

The kiss robbed you of your breath, his canines dragged across your lower lip—before his long tongue slipped into your mouth to dance with your own. Your fingers tangled in his hair and your eyes fluttered close. You let out a muffled moan as he pulled you closer against him—your body pressed up against his incredibly toned form.

One of your greatest fears was waking from this sweet dream, but Malleus’s kisses always grounded you—held you—reminded you that this was your reality.

Whenever he kissed you like this, your heart filled with love—for him—and with confidence, of the role you play.

“My bright light.” He pulled away from the kiss to nuzzle the crook of your neck. You felt his whole body hitch and relax as he inhaled your scent. “Why have you come to the throne room? I thought you had retired to our chambers…”

“Yes… but,” you paused as you nuzzled him in turn. You let out a soft, pleased sigh as his scent of dried wildflowers enveloped you. “I’ve come to fetch my husband—the bed is so cold without you, my King.” You teased lightly and he chuckled—his hot breath puffed against your collarbone.

“I have kept my beloved waiting.” He leaned back, eyes shimmered with amusement. “I suppose I will have to apologize. What does my Queen have in store for me?” You twirled his long locks around your fingers and looked up at him with a mischievous glitter in your eyes…

“I think I have an idea.”

—

Your lubed fingers slipped again into Malleus’s tight hole. As your fingers scissored—he hissed beneath you—his back tensed revealing his toned muscles. You could feel your throat dry as with every thrust of your fingers—his gasps grew more erotic. When you looked up, you felt yourself leak at the sight of his expression in the mirror across you. His eyes were hazy and his mouth hung open in pleasure. His arm muscles were clenched, and his fingers had already clawed through some of his sheets. Your other hand reached down and you grasped onto one of his cocks. You let out an involuntary moan as you felt him practically throb in your hold.

“You like that, don’t you my King?” You peppered the length of his back with kisses, your tongue occasionally darted out to lick his sweat. “You’re taking my fingers so well.” You spread your fingers again, and he shuddered beneath you—his cocks twitched against your palm. You flicked your fingers against the tips—and he keened beneath you, as he pressed himself further into your touch.

Oh. Did it thrill you to have so much power over him… It brought you so much confidence that such a being lay weak to your ministrations…

“Beloved,” he groaned, “if you’re going to do it—do it now.”

“Are you sure you’re ready?” You couldn’t help but draw out, as you slowly pulled your fingers out. “I think I can do this for longer~” He hissed at the teasing lilt in your voice—you saw his eyes flash in the mirror, his magic swelled for a moment—before his irritation slipped back to pleasure at the way your fingers quickly delved back into his hole.

He was putty in your hands.

There was no one in all of his existence—and there will be no one ever, in his future—that could outshine his deep devotion and adoration to you. There was no one he would ever be this weak for.

He relished in this—that for once—nobody looked at him and expected anything of him. You never had any expectations for him.

All you ever wanted—all he ever wanted—was a companionship filled with nothing but genuine pleasure shared between two people.

“I wonder how the people would react, when they see their King so debased at his partner’s touches.” You can’t help but tease, the tips of Malleus’s ears glowed red in slight embarrassment. A giggle slipped out of your lips as you twisted your fingers and he shuddered again.

“My bright light...” He moaned at your every move, “... please.”

“You’re so beautiful my King~ Everyone would covet the sight of you so weak beneath them… but it’s a sight that belongs only to me.” He let out a groan—you were as possessive of him as he was to you, and his heart pounded even more… His eyes flickered upward, to take in the sight of you above him.

“My Queen.” His breath is shaky, his cocks are so hard—they’re curved and pressed insistently onto his abdomen. He hissed whenever your fingers teased the tips… “Please.”

“I suppose I can’t refuse my King.”

You settled your length up against the entrance and he whimpered beneath you—hips pushed insistently against it, his cocks twitched rapidly against your hand. As the length slid into his quivering hole—his moan is long, breathless—and he slackened beneath you. Another glance at the mirror showed you his eyes had fallen shut, his mouth open—lips wet, and glistened in the light. With every slow drag of your length, his teeth would pull back to show his gritted teeth. His lashes would untangle as his dazed eyes opened…

Once your pace picked up—you could hear the tell-tale sounds of him as he ripped through some of the blankets beneath both of you. His moans turned into drawn out groans as he moved his hips and pushed back to take your length back in ever deeper.

“Look at your face beloved.” you whispered—voice loud against the squelching noises that permeated in the room. “You make quite a beautiful face beneath me.”

Malleus sees the way his eyes are wet with tears from pleasure, drool as it slipped out of his mouth unconsciously and he gritted his teeth in an attempt to stop it… Except the quick drag of your length inside of him distracted him—and he’s back to being a pathetic mess on the bed. His groans pitched as your fingers traced the veins on his cocks, then teased the very tips—before you began to yank your hand roughly against the full length. You timed it with every thrust of your hips against his. The loud sound of wet skins slapping against each other filled and echoed throughout the room alongside Malleus’s growls before—

“Beloved—no—” Malleus’s hole tightened frantically around your length as your pace slowed before you completely pulled out. The tip teased his puckered entrance—gently pushing him open before pulling back before he could swallow it’s girth. Malleus whined, his eyes desperately met yours—needy, he was so needy. He needed you to push him over the edge but—

“I think I’ll have you beg for it, my love.” You whispered, ever so gently—as you took pleasure in the way his arms shook, and his hips pushed back almost desperately. Tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes flickered in the light and caught itself in his long lashes. His teeth dug into his lower lip.

Asking a King to beg—a part of him was greatly indignant of doing such an action. Had it been anyone else, he would’ve smote them upon such a grave suggestion however—it was you and oh, he was in desperate need to cum.

“Please.” Malleus practically whimpered, “Please my love. Please make me come—please I need—it—I love you so much—I need this so badly—”

“Oh darling,” your tone was coy—sweet, “What would your people think…? Seeing their noble, powerful King begging for his Queen like this? You might lose all that respect…”

His beloved was truly pushing him—but his needy keens grew louder as he felt your tip trace the slope of his ass, the rim of his hole and he—

“I don’t care!” his voice was a desperate growl, “Beloved—please—give it to me—” His words stuttered into a drawn out moan as you sheathed your full length in one thrust. You relished in the way he tightened around you, the way he clutched you deep within him.

You felt his cocks twitch frantically against your hand. Malleus’s head ducked down—more dark hair spilled from over his shoulder—onto the bed, pooling messily around him. Your hand began to move again—faster—rougher, with your other hand quickly joining to properly stimulate his other one.

Beneath you, Malleus stiffened completely before ropes of cum shot out of his dicks. His whole body shook as his cum scattered onto the bedding, his ass cheeks clamped tightly around your length. You continued to slowly rub his cocks as he came. His eyes had slipped open and they were a complete haze, no awareness in them.

After a breath, you pulled out your length to help him turn to his back. You leant down and pressed kisses against the slope of his neck as he caught his breath. You could feel his pulse thrum against your lips—the rhythm unsteady as he gulped in air. His hazy eyes turned to you, his blinks slow as he reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear. There’s a moment of still silence—his eyes beheld you with adoration before—

“Ahn—!”

You let out a moan as Malleus tugged you forward. He made you straddle him and your pitched noises came from feeling the way the heads of his cocks twitched eagerly up against your leaking core. He pushed himself up to nip and bite against your collarbones. His breath is heavy as he thrusted his hips lightly, his cock heads rubbed at your entrance and pushed it open ever so slightly. It was your turn to whine in anticipation and Malleus’s chuckle was dark.

“Now then—I believe it is your turn, my beloved.”

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years

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“lucky ending”

First at all, I like do much your writing and I hope you are doing well. Second, I was wondering what would happen if the MC (Fem!s/o I guess) decided to not go back to her world, like she decide stay with her villain? Can you do make headcanons of this for the dorm leaders? Thank you very much.

-- from Anonymous

A/N: Hi Anon! Sorry for taking so long! Thank you so much for liking my work and for sending in this request! Since this was submitted before I opened my headcanons request, I’ll assume you wanted a scenario! It reminded me of a particular Japanese middle school/high school tradition... I don’t want to spoil it, but I do hope you enjoy it!

edit- additional pieces: ver i (this), ver ii (???), ver iii (rook & lilia)

“Hey, did you know?”

You looked up from your meal to see a grinning Ace.

“Well... you haven’t told me what this is about Ace.” you finally said in a dry tone. “So, no—I wouldn’t.” Beside you, Epel’s lips curled up in amusement.

"Are you sassing me?” Ace squinted at you.

“Who could say.” you shrugged your shoulders. “Anyways, what is it?” Ace studied you for a couple more seconds before he too seemed to ‘shrug’ it off and continue.

“There’s actually a tradition in Twisted Wonderland during graduation season.” Ace’s smile turned wicked, as he raised his hand and tugged at a button on his shirt.

“Please don’t strip. Nobody needs to see that.” you said—Deuce promptly choked on his food and Grim snickered beside you. On his other side, Jack sighed as he patted the man on his back.

“It’s not that!” Ace scowled. “Sweet Queen, if you keep going on like that, I swear—”

“Sorry, sorry.” you raised your hands—palms up. “So, what is it?”

“This button.” he pointed at the second button from the top. “Well, for NRC, they go with the fifth button—but either way...” Sebek leaned forward in interest.

“Is this the button tradition?” his eyes sparkled, “you see, I was thinking of giving—”

“It doesn’t work like that Sebek.” Ace said—at which the Diasomnia student immediately deflated in response.

"People give this out at graduation.” Ace continued. “It’s like the last chance to confess--before you leave the school life behind.”

‘Last chance huh...’ you thought, as you remembered Crowley’s words from the other day.

“In my generosity, I have found a way to bring you back home... but...” the Headmaster peered at you with glowing eyes. “Something tells me you don’t want that anymore.”

“And because I’m so generous... I will let you decide what you wish to do.” his eyes brightened behind his mask. “I hope to hear from you soon...”

"Why not the first button?” you couldn’t help but ask. Ace, who had just finished recounting how many buttons he had given out in his last graduation was startled by your question.

“Err...” Ace scratched the back of his head. “I dunno?”

“It’s the second button, because on the regular school uniform... it’s closest to the heart. Because graduations at NRC are in the summoning robes—that means the fifth button.” Jack finally spoke up, “what normally happens is... someone confesses, and the other party decides whether or not to give the button. When the other party gives their button—it means they return the love of the person who confessed.” Grim’s face twisted at that.

“In conclusion... disgusting.” Epel shrugged his shoulders, before he shot Jack a look. “I’m surprised you, of all people know that.” Jack’s whole body twitched, and his tail bristled in response.

“So. you were being a little shit.” Deuce told Ace.

“Yeah Ace, you’re an asshole.” Grim huffed.

“Not true, all of the people who wanted my heart, got it~” Deuce grimaced in disgust at his roommate’s response. On his other side, Sebek shifted upright.

“I don’t care what you all say, I’m giving—”

“Sebek, no.”

As your friends erupted into chaos your hands fell on top of your second button and you fiddled with it thoughtfully.

“Alright, what is up with you two?” Riddle turned around to glare fiercely at the squabbling Ace and Deuce. At his movement, the long cloak of the summoning robes shifted around his legs.

“Nothing, Dorm Leader!” the two immediately squeaked out, and Riddle sighed—exasperated, but continued to eye them suspiciously. As a fourth year, Riddle had no need to visit campus as often as he did. Ace was already made the Dorm Leader, and Deuce was his Vice Dorm Leader once the two had entered their third years but—

‘I know Trey told me not to worry…’

Cater and Trey had long since graduated from Night Raven College—but the former was still ever so interested in what his friends were doing. He had easily convinced Trey and Riddle to go on call that night to catch up. It was during that call that Riddle had confessed his fears about leaving the fate of Heartslabyul to Ace and Deuce.

“Wow~ Riddle is much more of a mother hen compared to Trey~” Cater had laughed, delighted. Riddle had instantly puffed his cheeks, ready to defend himself. Trey—sensing the argument that was about to come—quickly placated him.

“I don’t think it’s wrong of you to care so much, Riddle.” Trey had said, in his same soothing tone. “You’ve held onto the dorm leadership for three straight years… it’s natural that you worry about how Heartslabyul will do… but… I believe—the dorm will be what our juniors make of it.”

“That’s my worry.” Riddle grumbled in response.

“Well—the two of them did shadow you as Vice-Dorm Leaders during my fourth year, yes?”

“…Yes.”

“I think they know what they can and cannot do by now.” Trey consoled, “Have a little bit more faith in them—after all, you were the one who entrusted the Dorm’s future to them in the first place.”

“I suppose…”

“If all else fails,” Cater chimed in, “[Name] will be there, won’t she?”

“I’d like it if I didn’t have to rely on her for the two of them but…” Riddle unconsciously smiled at the thought of you. “but yeah… she… she certainly had a hand in how Heartslabyul changed to be the way it is today...”

“Ah~ I’m a little jealous you still have an excuse to see [Name]~” Cater hummed.

“I—” Riddle felt his cheeks flush at that, “It’s not like that!”

“Huh~? I didn’t say anything though~” Cater cackled knowingly. Riddle tensed, and Trey only sighed in amusement as the red head began to lecture the older man.

Despite Trey’s (and admittedly, Cater’s weaker) attempts at getting him to be more hands off—he continued to conduct surprise visits to the campus. Primarily to keep a check on both Ace, Deuce and how they were currently running his beloved dorm. He knew it almost always made the two panic, but he just wanted to ensure that—they were doing fine. Riddle worried endlessly—

“I don’t think it’s as surprising as you think.” You had told him once, a giggle on your lips. “Riddle… despite everything… you still genuinely want the best out of people. It’s the way you are.” He had flushed red when you put it that way, but he was incredibly appreciative of the fact that you noticed. He was also happy that you didn’t think it as something he should change immediately.

“Ace and Deuce—I can see why you worry but…” you had patted his hands gently, and shot him the same sweet grin you had given him that time—about two years ago—after his embarrassing Overblot. “You’re also improving yourself. Take it step by step—little by little, and I’m sure one day you won’t think twice about whether or not those two can do justice to the Heartslabyul in your vision.”

Seeing you as often as he did was just a bonus—or so he’d like to think. He hasn’t quite admitted to himself, how incredibly fond he has grown of your presence, and how much some of his visits was more to see you again—rather than visiting his juniors.

He could feel the way his lips unconsciously curled up just at the thought of you. He quickly turned away from his juniors—if only because he could not stop smiling.

“Come to think of it…” he mused, pretending that this was just a thought that came to mind—and not something he’d been eagerly looking forward to— “Where is [Name]?” When there was no response, he felt his smile drop and his brow twitched at their silence.

“Come now—if there’s anytime you’re going to be quiet…” he turned to look at them, only to realize that they had incredibly guilty expressions. “… Is something wrong? Is she hurt?”

“Well—no.” Deuce rapidly stuttered out, “It’s just—well—” he glanced hopelessly at Ace, whose eyes shifted around in an uncomfortable manner.

“Err—it’s a little hard to explain…”

“What is going on?” He demanded, his expression growing dark as he thought back to the last time, he had seen you. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with you—you had greeted him as kindly as you normally had. You had looked healthy to him and nothing had seemed to be weighing too much on your mind… “Tell me right now.”

“Thank you, for coming with me.” You had smiled, “but you can leave me here, really.”

“Do you even know why Crowley called you?” Ace asked, his hands crossed behind his head when he noticed the most subtle shift in your expression.

“[Name]?” he arched a brow, and you shook your head, a smile bloomed on your face at his concern.

“No, it’s… it should be nothing.” You looked down at Grim. “You’ll stay with them, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” The monster scowled. “I don’t know why Crowley wanted just you… It’s not like you won’t tell us after…”

“That’s true.” Deuce had agreed easily.

“I will tell you if it’s important.” Ace’s eyes narrowed at the way you phrased your sentence, and when you slipped into the office—it was only Ace who stayed, his gaze fixated on the door.

“Is something up Ace?” Deuce turned to see that the Heartslabyul Dorm Leader hadn’t moved from his position by the door.

“I think she’s not telling us something.” Ace said, before he approached the door and pressed his ear against it.

“Ace! That’s rude!” Deuce moved to pull him away, but Ace shook him off.

“Sssh! I can’t hear!” he hissed at Deuce before he leaned harder against the door.

“—I have found a way to bring you back home—” Ace and Grim immediately stiffened. Deuce looked on, wary of their reactions.

“What…” he swallowed, “what did you overhear?”

“She still hasn’t said anything.” Ace said after he told a frozen Riddle the story. “and… well… none of us have the heart to bring it up.”

“Well Grim certainly wanted to.” Deuce interjected. “But we figured… it was probably something we should wait for her to say… are you okay, Dorm Leader?”

“You don’t need to call me that.” Riddle replied immediately, before he exhaled. He raised his hand and pressed it against his forehead as he thought of the situation.

‘Of course, …of course, I should’ve thought of it.’ His hand fisted in his hair, as his brows furrowed. ‘This isn’t home to her this is… it’s the farthest thing from a home.’ He felt the blood drain from his face, and the minute shake of his hand at the realization.

Riddle made the two promise to not speak to you about it—and that he’d try to bring it up instead. Deuce looked like he wanted to protest. Riddle could understand—the three of you had a certain type of friendship that should mean that Ace and Deuce had a right to bring it up with you but… Ace had always been much more perspective than he actually let on, and agreed to let Riddle handle it.

Whether Ace understood the depth of Riddle’s feelings or not, was currently inconsequential given the circumstance. What Riddle needed to focus on—was speaking to you about the… issue.

No, it’s wrong to call it an issue—and neither is it a problem… It’s just… perhaps best called a big decision. One that Riddle knew your likely answer to, and how it’s not the answer he would want to hear.

In his defence, ever since coming back, Riddle did try to talk to you about it. He tried very hard to confront you—but whenever he’d try to tell you—he’d take one look at your smiling expression and think about how much he’d like this moment to last longer. ‘Just a little longer… Let me have their smile a little longer—’ because he knew that the moment, he brought it up—you might no longer smile at him.

Unfortunately, time is nobody’s friend—and during a break from his graduation practice, he ran into you.

“Oh, [Name].” he blinked in surprise before his eyes narrowed when he noticed that you weren’t smiling as usual. “Did something happen?” he asked, immediately anxious for you.

“Ah it’s…” you paused, and your expression grew even more distressed. “I don’t… know how to phrase it.” He grew cold at that—he had a general idea on where this conversation could head… Before he could get a word in, the doors to the Hall of Mirrors opened, and a bunch of other fourth years exited noisily.

“Do you want to talk somewhere else about this?” The slightest furrow in his brow, and the tiny down-turn curve of his lips expressed his concern for you. Your heart did a little leap, and you briefly got lost in his pretty grey eyes before you slowly nodded.

Your voice was soft as you explained the turmoil you’d been going through the past few days.

“I… want to stay. I want to stay so badly that I keep coming up with excuses to do so but… at the same time… I know that this means I’ll be abandoning my family… my old life behind and…” you looked down at your hands, and Riddle’s frown only grew as your voice got shaky. “that’s unfair to them—isn’t it? That—I’ll just up… and leave… and say nothing.”

“If you want to stay, then just stay.” You didn’t look to be convinced, and Riddle felt his heart twist that he isn’t enough of a reason for you to stay.

“It sounds so easy, doesn’t it?” you chuckled, your tone low, “maybe my life here is certainly far better than anything else I could dream of but… the guilt will eat me alive. That I just turned away from them… It’s so selfish of me.”

“I don’t think it’s wrong for you to be selfish.” Riddle disagreed as he reached out towards you and held your hands. At the action, your eyes fell to your twined fingers, and you observed the gentle way in which Riddle rubbed the back of your hand. “I think you earned that much. I don’t believe anyone’s ever been in your situation before so—there’s no right or wrong about what you’re doing. It’s all about what you want to do.”

“You think so?” your voice cracked, and he leaned forward so that you could see the honesty in those pretty grey eyes of his.

“I know so… and if you still feel guilty then allow me to bear it with you.” He took a deep breath before he slipped one hand away from you to tug at the fifth button of his summoning robes. Your eyes widened—stunned, as you recognized what he is about to do.

“Let me express to you my own selfish desire.” He pressed the button into your palms as he met your gaze evenly. “I love you [Name]—I want you to stay—so—can I be the reason you do?”

His deep red hair fluttered in the cool wind that passed through the open halls of the college. You could see sweat dribble down his temple, and the smallest shake of his bottom lip. He swallowed; his Adam’s apple bobbed. His own eyes peered and searched your gaze too—for any indicator of the answer you would choose to deem him with.

As you looked at Riddle, you knew that a part of you will always feel guilty about the choice you were about to make but—that honest affection in those eyes were enough for you to know that Riddle, as he is, was always going to be enough of a reason to stay.

“Yes…” you murmured, and Riddle’s nervous expression broke away for a joyous one—an expression that made your heart do a little dance. “Yes—I’d want you to be the reason I stay.”

It took all your courage (and the fact that it was his graduation—Great Seven did he look so good in those robes—) to finally tell Leona about what Crowley had told you.

“Good riddance.”

You felt your face pale, and your soul—shatter at Leona’s reply.

“What… what did you say?” you stuttered, “Did you just really…?”

“I said good riddance.” Leona rolled those green eyes of his at you. “You can finally go home. You can finally stop bothering me.” His eyes turned poisonous—and you felt your whole body weaken. You would have dropped to your knees if Leona’s glare hadn’t frozen you in the first place.

“You…” you swallowed, “you don’t mean that… you don’t… right… Leona…?”

“Good—” his green eyes became murky with an emotion you couldn’t quite understand, “—riddance.” He then scoffed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Now leave me alone.”

“But—”

He began to walk away—but desperate—you grabbed him from behind. Your hands wrapped around his chest, as you clung to him as tight as you could.

“Herbivore... The hell are you doing?” Leona hissed as he moved to rip your hands off him.

“Wait!” He froze at the command in your tone, and the way you pressed your head in between his shoulder blades.

“Let me... let me say something... Please...”

‘Were you crying?’ Leona tensed; his tail flicked about in irritation—ready to confront anyone who made his woman cry—

He hissed at his own thoughts.

“I’m not going to listen to your shit, woman.” He snapped, and he felt you flinch against him. Something deep and primal in him whimpered—because he knew he had terrified you.

He had to convince himself—this is for the best. This is for your sake.

You were not his woman. You were not his mate. You should not have a future with him.

You were supposed to be leaving.

He wanted you to leave.

It would be better that way.

You didn’t deserve the second prince. You didn’t deserve a rebel. You—

You deserved much better than him.

‘So please let me go.’ he thought, a little desperately, ‘because if you don’t... then I won’t be able to let go.’

“Leona... I... I really have no courage. I can’t even look you in the face because I’m...” He growled at that, and he felt you flinch again. “Let me do this...” He felt you move your hands, and you pressed something into his own palms. You curled your fingers around it, before you pulled away.

“I want you to have this. If you won’t let me say anything... then please let me do this.”

There was a brief silence—as you studied the way Leona remained tensed, his tail jerked around in irritation and your eyes shut in despair.

‘Of course... It’s Leona... what was I thinking?’

‘Of course, he wouldn’t want you to stay—of course—’ you realized your own foolishness. ‘Of course, he wouldn’t want you.’

“I’ll go. I’m sorry.” you said before you rushed off, as you tried, desperately not to make a sound as you cried.

Leona’s ears moved rapidly; despite your attempt to not make a sound—he could clearly hear you cry your heart out as you ran away from him.

“Tch…” he looked down at his hands, only for his brows to furrow in confusion. “This is… a button?”

“Does the herbivore…” He lifted his head to look off into the direction you took off in. “does she know what this means…?” His brow twitched in irritation; he pulled his hand back and got into a stance to throw the button away—but something in him couldn’t do it.

‘Are you really going to throw her heart away?’

“Shit!” He swore to himself as he threw a fist at the closest thing he could—one of the trees in the garden. He paused, as his eyes lingered on the patch of grass that he enjoyed taking naps on… with you.

He thought of all the things he would lose—

The way you smiled at him, despite how hopeless he was as a person. The way your skin felt against his own when he could get away with hugging you despite never saying those three words… The way you looked at him with acceptance—regardless of his glaring faults.

He thought of all the things he would never experience—

The way you would suit the crown of a princess—more than any other women he’d known. The way you could glow under the light of Afterglow Savanna’s sun. The love you two could’ve shared if he would just stop being such an asshole—“Stupid woman…” he growled low to himself, as he spun to give chase to you. His hand reached up to rip a certain button off his own robes. “I just can’t be selfless—”

‘Not when it comes to you.’

‘Not when I desperately need you.’

When he pushed open the doors of the Hall of Mirrors, Crowley turned around, startled.

“Kingscholar—?” the Headmaster gaped.

“Is that still connected to her world?”

“Yes but—what are you doing?” Crowley cried, alarmed as Leona rushed for the portal.

‘If there’s a god out there… if the ancestral spirits do exist… then please—’ he faltered at his own thoughts before he shook his head. ‘Please—don’t let me be late—’

“You’re back!” Your mother had only paused for a second, stunned when you popped out of the mirror in the living room, and fell to your knees. She quickly dropped down onto the ground before she reached for you and pulled you into her embrace.

“Mom—I’m—” you felt your eyes tear up, “I’m home—” you said—even if a part of you felt that home should have been two green eyes, a cocky smirk, and a warm patch of sunlight on the grassy ground.

“Oh… sweetie…” Your mother pulled back to cup your face in her hands as she studied your expression. “Never mind that—tell me what happened? I need to hear everything!”

You blinked rapidly and nodded. She brought you to the kitchen and sat you down as she whipped up a snack for you to eat as you recounted your adventures in Twisted Wonderland.

You were—baffled—she didn’t seem as terrified as you thought she would be. You had thought you would’ve come back to her crying—or, you don’t know—police in your house maybe? She was calm—and she was simply… interested in your story.

Like she knew all about it already—and she just… wanted to hear your point-of-view.

When you got to the part about Leona—you got all choked up. Regardless of how he treated you—you knew that a part of you would always love him. If anything—it would be something you would desperately cling onto, and in the depths of your heart—you will continue to nurture it. It was the only thing of him, you had left.

“You loved him.” Your mother held your hands, and you shook your head as you gently corrected her.

“I’ll always love him, mom.” You felt tears hang onto your lashes. “I’ll always… wonder… ‘what if.’”

“Would you go back if you could? Would you stay with him?”

“I… I would but—it’s not like he wanted me.” Your lower lip trembled, and you felt your chin wrinkle at that. “He didn’t want me.”

“I think he did, sweetie.” Your mother wiped your tears away. “Leona is pretty dishonest to others… and especially to himself.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“He pretty much is.” And that’s when it dawned on you.

“Wait you—” you looked up at your mother with furrowed brows. “Why does it sound like you know him—? You—you haven’t met—”

That’s when the door swings open, and your father’s voice echoed in the house.

“We’re back!” You only had a moment to question what he meant by ‘we’ when he entered the dining hall with a familiar figure.

“Leona—?” Both males looked at you—surprised. Despite how happy you were to see both—your eyes naturally gravitated to Leona.

Your eyes met his, and he blinked slowly before a smirk crawled up his lips.

“Took you long enough.”

“Time isn’t exactly linear across two worlds.” Is the first thing Leona told you as he brought you to your room—or more recently referred to as his room. He dragged you onto the bed and pulled you onto his lap with relative ease—his fingers tangled in the cloth of your shirt. The only reason there was a distance between you two—was because of the way you Leona stared at you with a hungry fervour.

He looked at you like he was a starved man who had just caught sight of an oasis in the middle of a desert. There was also a difference in the way he held you—a certain desperation in the way his fingers pressed against your skin—as if making sure that you were no desert mirage. You had just seen him—but it felt as if he was seeing you for the first time in an unbearably long time.

“You entered the portal before I did.” Leona studied you with his vivid green eyes. “but when I went through the portal… I arrived a day after you were first taken to Twisted Wonderland.”

“Wait… so how long… did I miss out on?” you asked weakly.

“It’s been a year.” He replied quietly, and you looked at him—stunned.

“That’s—you—” you cleared your throat. “why?”

“Why what?”

“Why—why wait? Why—why did you stay?” you whispered, “you could’ve just gone back—” He scoffed.

“That’s simple.” He stared at you evenly. “If I hadn’t waited for you I…” he paused. “I might have never seen you again.” You felt your eyes go wet, but you inhaled sharply as you resisted crying. He pulled you even closer to him, his arms wrapped around your waist. Though you tried to move away—it was futile, Leona was stronger than you.

“Why—I thought you said—”

“I tried to be selfless with you.” Leona confessed lightly, his eyes studied your face—the way your eyes glimmered, the way your lips pouted as you attempted to hold back your tears—you hadn’t changed from whence he last saw you but—

Having lived in a world without you for one year—only strengthened his resolve to be with you.

“I tried to be selfless with you.” Leona repeated, “but I’m sorry—I can’t be. I have to be selfish because—the future I want… it’s one I can only realize by your side so—” He moved his hand away from you only to move it to his pocket. When his fist opened, your eyes widened to see an elegant black button on his palm.

“I’ve waited a year to return my heart to you.” He murmured softly, as you began to cry in earnest. “Will you accept it?”

“Of course, I will—you big—asshole—” you cried, as you hit his chest. Leona could only chuckle, as he raised his other hand to brush your tears away.

“I deserved that.”

“Yes, you did.”

With your fingers laced with Leona, you went downstairs to meet up with your parents. Your mother cooed happily, while your father nodded gruffly at Leona.

“You promise you’ll take care of her, alright?” Your father eyed him, and Leona nodded.

“I will.” He promised.

“You will visit, won’t you? Or call through the mirror?” Your mother asked hopefully, and you looked at her surprised, before you glanced up at Leona in a questioning manner.

“So, you would never need to choose.” He dodged your gaze; a light flush rose to his cheeks. “I worked with Crowley and Malleus,” your eyes widened—he willingly worked with Malleus? “to establish a proper connection between your world and mine. I kept in contact with the Crowley who let you through the door in the first place… and now we’ve managed to keep the timelines properly linked.” He raised a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “Basically… you’ll be able to keep in contact with your parents… or anyone else you wanted to keep in contact with in this world.”

“Leona…” you felt your eyes water at that.

“Don’t cry.” Leona reached down to wipe your tears away, “cry anymore—and your father will retract his blessing.” You looked at him, a little stunned—he didn’t seem like the type of person who’d ask for someone else’s blessing.

“Of course, I did.” Leona said as he figured out where your thoughts had headed, though he sounded slightly offended that you would think he would not have asked.

“It took him a year too.” Your mother said fondly while your father snorted. Leona swiftly cleared his throat before you could ask again.

“A story for another time.” He said way too quickly, before he offered you his hand again. “For now—” his green eyes softened as he met your eyes, and your fingers instinctively laced together once more.

“Shall we go home?” he gestured for the mirror that begun to glow. You smiled, and quickly jerked on his arm to pull him down. Surprised at the sudden motion, Leona’s face drew close to yours—and you leaned forward to press a kiss against his cheek.

“Silly kitty,” you giggled, “I’m already home.” He speedily pulled back. Despite the grumpy expression on his face, you were delighted to see the flush rise to his cheeks once more.

“And I… I am too.” He murmured softly, and your smile slipped into something much more tender.

You were excited to see what the future would hold for you two.

“Azul.” Azul blinked as he turned his head to the approaching Jade. He arched a brow at Jade’s bemused expression—the man rarely made that face. If Jade ever encountered something he didn’t understand, he was more likely to react to it with curiosity and excitement. So, for Jade to be confused—with the lightest flicker of worry… well, Azul immediately found himself to be anxious.

“What is it?”

“According to one of our juniors, [Name] came by to ask for you earlier—but we were at graduation practice. They redirected her to your office to wait.” Jade’s brows furrowed. “Apparently… she looked quite distressed.” Azul felt himself frown immediately at that.

“I was going there anyways because of this—” Azul raised his hand to present some documents. “I’ll speak with her.” Jade nodded; his expression looked a little bit more relieved.

“I’ll keep Floyd off for awhile then.” Jade decided, “there must be a reason why she specifically seems to want to speak to you.”

“Alright.” Azul agreed, before the two parted ways. He thought back to when he had met you earlier that day—you had been thrilled to see them. Floyd had happily picked you up and spun you around several times—before you needed to be saved by Azul and Jade. Shortly after that, you had to go attend class—at which point they bid you goodbye, with the promise of spending more time together, later.

Azul, Jade and Floyd had just returned to Night Raven College today for the graduation practice. They hadn’t seen you in person for quite a while because their internships took them far away from the College. Azul wasn’t particularly happy with it (none of them were, really—even you) but you had always known how important success was for Azul (especially him) so you had encouraged him to pick what he knew was the best choice for the future.

His heart sped up at the thought of how deeply you understood his feelings—and his desires. At that point, he promised that he would ensure—his future would be spent making you happy and that you would never be left wanting.

You will get the best from him because he knows how much you deserve it.

You deserved so much better than him—he knew that—he’s accepted it as an irrevocable truth. However—you had chosen to stay by his side, despite his past—and despite his inexcusable actions.

“Azul… I think you shouldn’t be ashamed of your past.” Your voice resonated in his mind, and he’s instantly brought back to that time the two of you quietly stood in front of his elementary school photo.

“After all, it’s because of that Azul—that you’ve become the Azul I see today and…” You turned to him with a tender smile that instantly made his heart soar like a flying fish and his eyes well up with tears.

“I think you should know—that the Azul before me today, is not as terrible as you like to believe.” Then you giggled, and his cheeks flushed red at your next words.

“It’s quite the opposite actually—you’re someone I can’t help but watch because… I think you’re amazing.”

So, he was going to do his best for you.

He was an inherently selfish person.

You were someone he wanted to hold onto for as long as possible. He knew that maybe one day you’ll realize that he wasn’t worth it. He knew that it will hurt him—but he also knew that if that day comes, he wouldn’t stop you.

He’d let you go.

As selfish as he was—he knew you deserved for him to be selfless for once. Especially if it meant you being happier.

It would hurt so much but—knowing how much better you could probably have—he would do it.

‘While you’re by my side…As long as you’re in my life… for however long I’m allowed too…’

Until the day that someone … or something—that was inarguably the better choice for you comes along—

‘I’ll treasure you… take care of you… treat you like a Queen—’

He stopped right before his office doors, and briefly fiddled with his hair. He inhaled, before he pushed the doors open. You turned to look at him with a despondent expression.

“Azul.” You hiccupped, and his heart dropped to his stomach at seeing your tears. There’s a part of him that immediately goes into a cold fury—‘How dare anyone make you cry—’

“Shh… It’s alright.” He slid the door closed behind him, dropped the paperwork carelessly onto the ground and opened his arms.

You immediately took it as an invitation to delve into his arms. Your breath was shaky, but Azul’s familiar and fresh ocean scent immediately calmed you down. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, and he rubbed one hand consolingly down your back. He slowly led you to sit down on the couch, and let you stay in his arms as he plotted a way to get back at whoever it was that made you show such a sad expression.

Once you pulled away, he immediately pulled out a handkerchief to pat away the wet tear tracks across your face.

“Are you alright?”

“I… yeah… just… I was… overwhelmed.” You said, breath still heavy. "I have something to tell you.” Azul hummed, as he moved to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“The Headmaster... he’s found a way.”

“A way...?” Azul cocked his head, not quite understanding what you meant.

“...”

“...” At the sudden silence, Azul raised his head to see you look down at your hands. He noticed that you were trembling ever so slightly. Azul narrowed his eyes at such an action.

“[Name]?”

You looked up; your eyes were glassy—with one blink you would probably start crying again. He could see the minute tremble of your jaw.

“I can go home, Azul.”

“That’s...” Azul blinked rapidly—stunned but at the same time—his heart tightened in his chest, and he automatically clenched his fists.

‘Ah…’

‘I didn’t think it would happen so soon…’

‘I didn’t think I’d have to let go of you so quickly…’

‘I don’t want you to go.’

Azul was selfish—he has always known that he was selfish... but with you... he always tried to not be.

He would be selfless with you.

He promised himself that much.

You had always been more than what he deserved—so how could he ask you to stay with him?

Knowing that—he knew what he had to say to you.

“You must be happy.” He finally managed to speak, and he prayed that you didn’t realize how shaky his voice got. He was barely able to keep himself from crying too. “You will go home, won’t you?”

“Is that it?” you asked, heartbreak in your voice but he gritted his teeth in response.

“Well... what else did you want me to say?”

“I...” you stood up; your breath shaky.

‘I wanted you to give me a reason to stay.’ went unsaid.

“... Nothing. I just... came here to tell you.” you finally said, your voice soft. “I’ll... see you later Azul.” You turned quickly—but not fast enough for him to not see the tear that slipped down your cheek as you escaped Mostro Lounge’s VIP Room.

“...”

Azul laced his hands together, before he rested his forehead against his hands. A whimper left his lips, as he began to shake in his seat.

“Tch...”

His heart squeezed tight—and he idly wondered if this was the type of feeling that Floyd’s victims got. It hurt—it hurt so much. Azul’s pathetic whimpers turned into guttural sobs. His fingers spread to cover his eyes—and his glasses slid off his face, down to his lap and then to the ground—at his actions. His whole body shook as he cried his heart out.

The one time he tried to be profoundly good—

The one time he tried to be selfless—

It was only right that he felt this much pain over it—after all—he always believed that he deserved it.

He struggled to remind himself how much this was for your sake. How this was better for you. Even if you began to hate him for it (and witch, did the thought of you despising him made another disgusting whimper slip out of his lips—), he’ll watch over you—only the best for you.

When you rushed out of the room, you immediately slammed right into the twins. They are both briefly stunned by your expression, but just as quickly, you clung onto the closest twin—in which case, it was Floyd. The man immediately wrapped his arms around you. He began to coo comforting words to you as he shot a look at his twin. Jade’s eyes flickered between you and Azul’s shut door, before he ultimately decided to shuffle you and his brother into a nearby room. Once you were sat down, Jade quietly coaxed the story of what happened out of you.

Through your tears, you tell him. You grow a little terrified as both twins gain a quiet look of rage almost identical with Azul’s earlier expression at your tears. The two share a look, and Floyd almost immediately got up—until you stop him.

“Please… don’t be mad at Azul…” you muttered, “I… I don’t think he means it.”

You remember the expression Azul made. First—there was fear, pain—before it shifted to something more like acceptance.

You don’t understand.

Why wouldn’t he think he was worth it?

He had always been selfish—and you wanted him to be selfish with you—and yet—

“You must be happy.”

He had said, but you had immediately caught the slightest bit of wetness that had began to well up in his blue eyes. You had noticed the way he had stiffened, the way his breath and voice hitched as he did his best to hide from you what you were truly feeling—

Jade and Floyd exchanged another glance, before coming to the same conclusion.

“Listen [Name].” Jade reached and cupped your chin in a delicate manner. “Here’s what we’ll do…”

When Azul finally exited his office, he had to fix his robes, and his make-up—if only to keep his unflappable façade as Azul Ashengrotto of Octavinelle. What he didn’t anticipate was to be immediately blocked by the Leech twins.

“Ah. There you two are.” Azul cleared his throat, his voice still scratchy from the amount of crying he just did. “There are some things we need to do—” Floyd slammed a hand against the wall right next to Azul’s head, before he leaned closed—his eyes dark as he studied the octopus merman in front of him.

“Shrimpy ran by here. She was crying.” Floyd’s eyes narrowed, and Jade sighed from behind him. “What did you do?”

“Apparently, the dear girl is being offered a chance to go home.” His voice trembled at the last word, but he held fast to his belief that this is the best choice for you. “I congratulated her on it.”

“Why?” Floyd hissed, “why would you—Azul—”

“It was only logical to assume so.” Azul said in response. “I presumed she wished to go home.”

“What… makes you think she wouldn’t want to stay here?” was Jade’s quiet query.

“It’s obviously the better choice for her to go. There’s nothing for her here.” Both twins blinked, a little awed that Azul—their selfish, greedy Azul—just said that.

“… There’s nothing here worth staying for. Not for her at least.” Azul said—at the sight of their expressions. “I’m sure—she’ll be happier in her home world. She should have never even come here.”

And wasn’t that a terrifying thought?

He wondered what it would have been like to have lived in a world where he had no concept, no idea of you. He shuddered immediately—he would rather always be able to remember you. If he could not have you, then he would cup the memories you shared together in his palms and hold on as tight as he could.

Floyd let out a disbelieving laugh.

“Is that truly what you believe?” Jade’s eyes narrowed, “that there’s nothing for her here?”

“You can’t sincerely believe that!” Floyd snarked, his expression twisted in displeasure. “The Azul we know—he would be selfish.”

“Don’t you see?” Azul, fed up, finally yelled, “It’s because I’ve always been selfish with her that I should be selfless for once.” He gritted his teeth aggressively.

“Of course, I want her to stay! I practically need her to stay.” He inhaled sharply, as he looked at the twins with wet eyes—frustrated that, as per usual, he had lost control of his emotions and tears. “But I also need to acknowledge that it may not be the best choice for her! So, I don’t want her to consider me when she’s making this decision—It’s not about me. It’s about her.” He exhaled, a part of him satisfied that he had managed to stun the twins once more… that is until Jade let out a soft chuckle and stepped aside to reveal that you were standing right behind him. Floyd stepped back, while a snicker escaped his lips.

“Azul.” You peered at him with wet eyes, and he tensed.

“You two—” Azul looked up to glare at the twins, who shrugged easily as they retreated away.

“Azul… why do you think like that?”

“…” He looked away, he didn’t want to answer, but when he felt your soft hands cup his face so that you could direct him to look at you—seeing that familiar look in your eyes—the one that told him how badly you wanted to understand him—instantly made him soften. “I always think about it… you deserve better. Better than me.”

“Azul… you need… to stop thinking of yourself like this. I love you.” You added, and his eyes widened, “Regardless of what you think—I think the best option for me… is to be by your side Azul.”

“You… really think that?” his voice shook, and you sniffled too.

“Of course, I do! Even if you didn’t want me… or need me…” you lower lip trembled, and Azul wanted to kiss your worries away. “I would cling to you as tightly as possible—it hurts but—I’d stay. You’re always going to be worth it for me.” Azul’s whole body quivered, and without thinking his hand slid onto a button on his blouse. He took one of your hands off his face to press a button onto your palms.

“You have my heart.” He murmured, voice soft, and his eyes moist. “and you have my future… if you’ll let me share them with you.”

“It’s a deal, Mr. Ashengrotto.” You said, your own eyes pricked with tears—and he let out a little chuckle.

He will continue to do everything in his power to always—remain—the best option for you.

“What a couple of cry-babies.” Despite Floyd’s tone, a pleased smile made its way to his lips.

“Our cry-babies.” Jade murmured, a familiar smirk plastered on his own face as he watched you and Azul bawl into each other’s arms.

You were, once more, invited to Scarabia’s annual graduation party for their fourth-year students. It was… one of their grander parties and it was hardly the first one you had ever attended since befriending their Dorm Leader two years ago.

However—what made this party different from the others you’ve attended so far, was because a part of the graduating batch were your friends—Kalim and Jamil. The very fact Kalim was graduating, made the Asim family decide to sponsor this year’s party. This meant that even as far as grand parties would go—this year’s party blew the past other parties away in terms of extravagance. There were a lot of people (guests of the graduates), food (completely catered—for sure Jamil slunk away a little miffed that he didn’t get to cook), music (hired by the Asims) and dancing (right in the centre of the room too!)

It was incredibly beautiful—and just… something you have never believed you would have had the chance to experience. You expressed as such to Kalim, who, with a grin—laced his fingers with yours as he pulled you straight to the dance floor. His warm hand landed on the curve of your waist before he began to lead you in a complicated dance. You let out a few squeals here and there—especially because dances native to the Land of Hot Sands were quick, and nothing like you’ve experienced before. Kalim only grinned happily as he twirled you around then rapidly pulled you back into his arms. You could feel your cheeks flush red as you were pressed up against the man’s well-defined chest.

“Isn’t this fun, [Name]?” Kalim let out a boisterous laugh as he continued to spin with you at the centre of the celebration. His dark summoning robes shined under the opalescent light of the room.

“Yeah…” your eyes flickered away briefly, before landing back on his face. Luckily, Kalim had not noticed your slightest hesitation—nor the fact that you were lying.

It wasn’t that you weren’t enjoying yourself—you always enjoyed any moment you could spend with Kalim—that was the truth but—

You could feel the countless dark stares that many of the eligible young women of Twisted Wonderland shot as you hogged Kalim’s attention. Ever since you had arrived at the party, Kalim had happily, and staunchly stayed by your side throughout it—eagerly sharing with you details from the Land of the Hot Sands.

It made you… nervous… insecure.

“Hm? Is something wrong?” Kalim cocked his head to the side, bright red eyes curious—but you didn’t want him to feel upset on such an important day for him.

“It’s really nothing.” As the music finished, you pulled away. “I do think I’m a little tired… So, I think I’ll go rest back at the table.” He gave you a worried look.

“Are you sure?” he cocked his head in an innocently curious manner that made your heart hum in pleasure of his concern. “You’re my friend, [Name]! So, I want to make sure you’re well!”

‘You’re my friend.’

‘You’re just a friend.’

You felt your lips tightened at such a damning sentence, and you quickly looked away.

“Yeah, I just…” you paused, “maybe you can dance with someone else?” you suggested—even if you wished with all your heart that he’d notice how you were truly feeling.

“Oh! That’s a great idea!” Kalim beamed brightly, before he turned around and happily waved his arms. “Who wants to dance with me next?”

In an instant, the Asim Heir was surrounded by gorgeous women, and you were elbowed out of the crowd.

“Oof.” You grasped at your stomach after you were harshly pushed away, and some of the ladies at the outermost part of the circle, sniffed haughtily at you before they turned away.

You stood there for a moment, as you wondered if it would be too late to fight your way through the crowd to reach his side but… You watched Kalim offer his hand to one of the beautiful women. Something in you lurched, and you could not bear to watch so you quickly retreated to your seat—you felt like a coward.

Your table was devoid of your year mates now. Grim was hanging around with Deuce near the buffet table. Ace and Epel, on the other hand, were incredibly popular and seemed to be dancing with some other women too. Ace looked pleased, but Epel’s expression practically begged for someone to get him out of there. Jack on the other hand, claimed that the noise was too much for him, and had eagerly retired to his dorm. You let out a small giggle, as you briefly met Epel’s suffering gaze, before he and his partner turned again. In the process, your eyes landed on the ever cheerful Kalim… and his incredibly enthusiastic partner.

The woman had herself pressed up against his body and seemed to be saying something right into his ear�� but judging from her slightly frustrated expression—whatever she was saying had no effect on Kalim.

“In my generosity, I have found a way to bring you back home... but...” the Headmaster peered at you with glowing eyes. “Something tells me you don’t want that anymore.”

You frowned as that memory, unbidden, returned to the forefront of your mind. You were supposed to tell Kalim about it but… Your eyes flickered up to see him dance away with the woman.

You doubted you would get the chance to do so now.

Which you definitely… did not do on purpose.

You just—did not know—

How does one bid goodbye to the sun?

As the music ended, the same hoard of women surrounded Kalim once more. Despite the pang in your heart—you couldn’t help the exasperated but fond sigh that left your lips as you see Kalim smile cheerfully at them all.

Not at all bothered.

Still of a kind heart.

The way he was right now…

‘He truly is the sun.’ you thought, you looked around and you noticed—that everyone was paying attention to Kalim. Their gaze fixated and focused on Kalim’s next actions.

‘Everyone here is a heavenly body, orbiting the brilliant sun.’

Kalim had always had a sense of magnitude to him—always had a spark that attracted everyone… even those who were never meant to stay.

‘And I’m a meteor off course.’

Your eyes hazed over and watered immediately at the realization of your position.

‘I cannot stay.’

You ducked your head frantically—as you felt the inevitable spill of your tears down the curve of your cheeks.

‘I have no place here… no place to stay.’

No one ever willingly bids goodbye to the sun.

They spend the rest of their lives trying to find the right way back to it.

And you know the path you must walk will take you universes away from the one sun that you wished you could orbit around for eternity.

You choked briefly, and instinctively grabbed a nearby napkin to dab at your face. You were glad Grim was enjoying the festivities at the table across—had he been with you, everyone would have probably noticed your complete breakdown.

You sniffled quickly and froze as a hand that held out a handkerchief, entered your line of sight. Your eyes traced the tanned forearm, up the toned arm, before your gaze was caught by deep dark eyes.

Jamil stared at you with a frown on his face as he pressed the handkerchief into your hands. You flinched, startled, before you grabbed it.

“Thanks.” You stuttered, voice low, and Jamil gazed at you unflinchingly.

“You’re thinking of going home.” He murmured in that soft spoken, delicate tone of his. “No… you’re already going home.” His eyes narrowed, and under the candlelight of Scarabia’s halls—the shadow of the flames licked his face and made his dead, calm expression somehow… even more terrifying than usual.

“Please… don’t look at me like that.” You bowed your head, as some of your tears slipped down your knuckles. You could hear Jamil sigh.

“You’re going to break his heart.” Jamil murmured, his voice as cool and collected as ever.

“How can I break something… that I’ve never held in the first place…?” You muttered as you lifted a golden goblet up to your lips. Jamil shot you an unimpressed stare at that.

“Regardless of what you believe,” Jamil pursed his lips. “You will hurt him.”

“It’s not going to last.” You said in defence. “He’ll move on…” you looked up; tears got caught in your lashes as you blinked rapidly. “He’s going to meet people even more amazing… Like someone who …”

‘Someone who will suit him.’

‘The best person that he could be with.’

“I’m sure of that.” You tried to sound convincing—but you couldn’t truly—not when your heart believed otherwise.

“… That… isn’t something that you alone can decide.” Jamil’s eyes slid to Kalim. The man was burning as bright as ever in the centre of the room. “Kalim should have a say in that as well.”

“I can’t believe you’re the one saying that.” It was wrong of you to say that. It was—without a doubt—a low blow. Judging from the most miniscule of movement above Jamil’s brow—you had guessed he thought the same.

He didn’t blow up and instead, the man sighed deeply as he picked up his own golden goblet for a drink. You look down onto the handkerchief that you clenched in your hands.

“Jamil…” you did not look up, and instead your hand reached for your own pocket. “would you… give him this letter?” you pulled out a wrinkled envelope—one you had penned immediately after learning from Crowley that you could go home.

You… you couldn’t bear the thought of watching Kalim get sad.

You had always figured that if something like this came up you would tell him in a letter instead.

So, that you would never have to face his sadness or his tears.

“… You’re a coward.” Jamil said quietly, before he grabbed the envelope anyways.

You don’t say anything.

He was right of course.

You were just a coward—as you frantically cupped your heart in your hands in the hopes that it would not burn away into nothingness.

“Then,” Crowley peered down at you with glowing eyes. “Are you ready?”

You had to drag your eyes away from the doorway—that you had stared at whilst you wondered if anyone would run after you.

Though you knew nobody would.

It had been what you wanted in the first place.

You didn’t want… you hated seeing people get sad. So—you had chosen to write letters to all your friends… and you had set them in places you’re sure they’d see. It was so selfish of you but—

You remember Kalim’s tears when Jamil had overblotted, two years ago…

‘It’s better this way.’ You reassured yourself before you looked at Crowley.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You tried to smile, and something about the way Crowley tilted his head made you feel as if he pitied you. He chose not to say anything, and instead the Headmaster gestured to the glowing mirror.

You took one step toward the mirror before the door behind you dramatically burst open.

“[NAME]!” Your heart stopped at the voice, and you turned around to see that Kalim was standing right there—his hands on his knees as he panted in exhaustion.

“Ka…lim… why…” your eyes caught sight of a Jamil who slowly dragged his feet into the Hall of Mirrors before your line of sight was completely blocked out by Kalim’s red eyes.

“[Name]! Why—why are you leaving?” His lower lip wobbled, and your heart wrenched itself at the fact that you were the cause of such an expression. “And you didn’t even tell me—have I—are we not friends? Is that not enough reason for you to stay?” His expression looked so genuinely heartbroken, but you snapped into attention at his words.

“The thing is Kalim…” you tried to avoid his gaze. “It’s exactly because we are friends that I… that I cannot stay.” You managed to force out.

“What? Why?” he gaped at you, and your frustration at the situation made tears begin to slip out of your eyes.

“Because I love you, you idiot!” you practically yelled, uncaring of your audience. Kalim gaped at you.

“But—but—I love you too!” Your heart quickened at his statement, but you frantically shook your head.

“No, you don’t—you love me—as a friend.” You emphasized, “and I can’t stay knowing that—you need to end up with someone… better than me—”

“I mean it [Name]!” honesty shone in those red eyes. There was a flicker of desperation in those eyes before he quickly fell to his knees in front of you. You gaped at him in surprise as he reached for his chest.

Snap.

He looked up at you, as he stretched out his hand to offer you the gleaming button.

“I love you [Name].” He met your eyes head on—and the seriousness in that gaze of his made an exquisite shiver run down your spine. “So—won’t you marry me?”

As the graduation ceremony in the Mirror Chamber concluded, Vil and Rook exited first out of all the Pomefiore fourth years. They quickly approached their Pomefiore juniors, who were all, enthusiastically cheering for them.

"Congratulations Senior Schoenheit! Congratulations Senior Hunt!”

Epel shuffled forward and offered the two seniors a big bouquet of brilliant red roses each.

“Oh~ They are beautiful~ Merci, Epel.” Rook took the bouquet with a pleased expression, and happily sniffed the roses. “and very fragrant too~”

“You were so impressive, Senior Schoenheit! You got so many awards!” said one particularly awed junior.

“Naturally.” Vil inclined his head, as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of the roses. Around him, his juniors continued to give bouquets to his fellow seniors. Disinterested in that—his eyes flickered around in a slow pace... looking for...

Vil frowned behind the rose bouquet when he could not catch sight of you.

‘Now, where could you have gone, sweet potato?’

“Er...” Vil glanced back down at Epel, to see him quickly flicker his eyes in a direction.

‘I see.’

“Excuse me.” he murmured underneath his breath before he proceeded to move away from the Pomefiore gathering, down the path Epel had signalled him too.

“Congratulations Vil. I mean—I guess you didn’t need it but--ah... no... I’m saying this all wrong...” he heard you before he saw you. His glossed lips curled up in an amused smirk at the sound of you practising your congratulatory message. Vil turned the corner to see you seated at a bench in the middle of the open courtyard. Unlike him, you were dressed properly in your version of the school uniform. You had furrowed brows, a wrinkled nose and pouted lips as you stared into a bouquet of what looked to be dark coloured flowers. He almost called out to you when you began to speak to yourself again.

“Hi, [Name] here. I wanted to congratulate you and also... tell you... Agh! Is this really the time to tell him about that? God... I don’t want to...”

“Don’t want to what?” You jumped in your seat. You turned your head quickly, only to immediately loose both your train of thought and breath at the sight of him.

It was not the first time you had seen Vil in the summoning robes—he had been one of those students that had immediately caught your eye during that entrance ceremony—all those years ago.

But...

It was like seeing him for the first time—if that made sense.

His light blonde hair twisted into loose lavender waves that accentuated his sharp but delicate features. The sheer brilliance of his violet eyes in contrast to the paleness of his lashes were further accentuated by the dark make up that no one else but Vil Schoenheit could possibly hope to pull off. His lips were glossed gently with that pale lavender colour that had you dying. How long have you dreamed of kissing those lips? Smearing that lavender colour across his cheek? Ruining him, the way he’s ruined you?

How could you ever hope to fall out of love with Vil Schoenheit?

How could you ever hope to fall in love with someone else, after Vil Schoenheit?

He approached you slowly, with an elegant countenance only heightened by the way his robes swirled around him.

“Sweet potato?” He arched a fine brow. You were still silent despite that he had taken the seat next to you. While he may draw pleasure from the way he made you speechless, your earlier words still held fast to his curiosity. You snapped into attention after you realised that you had been staring for quite a while at him.

“T-That is—Senior Vil! Congratulations on your graduation!” you stuttered out as you simultaneously offered to him the bouquet in your arms. You peered up at him worriedly, and promptly got distracted by the way his long lashes tangled briefly as he blinked.

“Roses as well?” he tilted his head, pale blonde hair curled gently around his cheeks. You paused and saw that he also had a bouquet of vivid, red roses in his arms.

“Oh! Um! How presumptuous of me... I didn’t mean... that is to say...” he always turned you into a nonsensical fool. It was impossible to string words into sentences when everything would fall away in the face of Vil. He stared at you, bemused, as you babbled. “Sorry, I suppose you wouldn’t want this—Right, that’s that—I can just—”

“I did not say that.” Vil’s slender shoulders shook in laughter. Vil dropped the bouquet of red roses he had already been holding, to take the bouquet you offered him. He peered at it gently and noticed that what he had originally thought were black roses were actually—not. As he moved it under the light of the sun, the roses would shift between a dark violet or a deep blue. His breath caught in his throat. Red roses were—no doubt—classic. They were beautiful—but this bouquet you gave him… the roses were bewitching.

“What colour are they meant to be?” he finally asked as he leaned down to inhale the familiar, comforting scent of roses.

“What do you see?” At that, he looked up at you with a curious expression. You looked back, eager to hear what he thought.

“I can see violet and blue toned colours... they also seem to be black in some angles.”

“Oh.”

“Are they not meant to be like that?”

“No, no they are... I asked ah... Professor Crewel to help me breed these type of roses... It’s amazing what magic can do for plants.” you admitted, his eyes flickered quickly between you and the bouquet.

“You bred these... specifically?”

“Ah... yeah... back home...” you struggled briefly, “there were these roses that were either bred or coloured to look pink and yellow. I wanted to make ones that were violet or blue. Thanks to magic, it’s possible to actually create these.”

“Why?” he scrutinised your expression as you quickly flushed.

“Er... That’s because I couldn’t choose between either of the colours.” You said quickly as you licked your chapped lips—momentarily realising that you had forgotten to bring your lip balm. ‘Vil is looking at me, and I’m horrendously ugly. What hasn’t changed?’ you bemoaned to yourself.

“I figured... Pomefiore colours, yeah?”

You watched as he studied the way the colours of the rose petals would shift in the light. You were happy to note that there was a little glow of awe in those violet eyes, and—what you hoped was delight. His expression quickly shuttered after you noted that they were Pomefiore colors, and he dragged his gaze from the deep coloured roses to glance at you.

“You know sweet potato... lying isn’t very attractive.” he said, nonchalant, and you froze.

“What... lying?” you chuckled nervously. His eyes narrowed briefly, and you winced.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice?” You quickly avoided his gaze as you felt your eyes immediately begin to go wet, “Sweet potato, look at me.” You inhaled sharply as you slowly turned your head to face him again. You chewed nervously on your lower lip, and his eyes narrowed again.

“Don’t do that.”

“Sorry.” you knew he was referring to your habit of chewing on your lower lip.

“Well?”

“... I was hoping you wouldn’t notice until... later.” you finally admitted. “though who am I kidding—I wanted you to know... I wouldn’t have given that to you if I hadn’t wanted you to know that...”

“Violet roses mean ‘love at first sight’.” Vil murmured softly, “Blue roses mean ‘impossible love’... and Black roses have so much meaning... just what are you trying to say with this bouquet, [Name]?” you flinched as he named all the colours that appeared in the bouquet.

“Black roses... I... this is also me saying... goodbye.” Vil froze, as he turned to you quickly, his eyes turned even sharper.

“What are you going on about?”

“Headmaster Crowley... he found a way for me to go back.” you swallowed, “and... I think I’ll go.”

“And what about the violet and blue roses? Will you ignore what you just told me?” Vil demanded, and you looked away—unable to look at him—because you know that if you do, your resolve will falter.

“That’s... I just... I wanted to confess. To get all these feelings out because I know... I know it’s impossible.” Your lower lip trembled, but you held fast and tight onto your resolve.

‘Just let it out. Get it out of your system and... and maybe you could start again.’

“Why do you believe it’s impossible?” You hear Vil sigh, exasperated. “For the Queen’s sake—look at me [Name].”

“No, look at me.” you snapped back, and he recoiled briefly at the sudden flash of anger. "I’m more than aware that we...”

‘We have no chance. I, of all people—know that. It’s just some dream I cooked up in my head.’

“Look at us.” you said, miserable. “I... you’re so beautiful... and amazing... and I’m just... me. How could I ever suit someone like you? How could I make someone like you, happy?”

“You will stop talking like that.”

“Like what?”

“Putting yourself down the way you’re doing right now.” He replied, “and look at me when I’m speaking to you, [Name].” You feel a soft, gentle hand cup your cheek, and move it to face him. Vil had a frown on his face—and while he never looked less pretty because of it, you still hated that you were the cause of it.

“[Name]... you...” he paused, sighed before he dropped the bouquet of dark coloured roses down onto his lap and raised a hand to his uniform.

Snap.

Your eyes widened as you watched Vil rip a button off from his uniform before he offered it to you.

“Vil—that—you—” you stuttered. You remembered him talking about the importance of the uniform, and he was the last person you would ever imagine, who would actually—

“What normally happens is... someone confesses, and the other party decides whether or not to give the button. When the other party gives their button—it means they return the love of the person who confessed.” Jack’s voice echoed in your head.

“There’s a tradition at graduations in this world.” Vil began gently as he placed it in your hands, “when one person confesses—the other can chose to—”

“Give them a button.” you murmured and Vil tilted his head to the side in surprise.

“You know of it?”

“The others... Jack... told me.” you mumbled, “but this... Vil... you...”

“My happiness will not be dictated by others—no, Vil Schoenheit is a person who will grasp happiness with his own hands.” He leaned towards you and pressed his forehead against you. His eyes softened as your eyes watered and the tears began to spill. “I’m giving you this button because I’ve already found happiness by your side. Nothing you say will change that so...” He brushed your tears away with the thumb of his hands, and you found yourself lost in the gentle affection in those violet eyes.

“Won’t you stay with me?” Those lavender lips curled—and you’ve never ever wanted so badly to kiss someone in your life, “I’m not a generous person, [Name]. You can only answer yes… or yes.”

“Ah—[Name]!” Ortho signalled for you to come close quickly. You moved to the boy’s side, before he gestured for you to peak into Idia’s room. You had expected to see Idia as he fiddled away with his computer—as per usual. To your surprise however—Idia was in fact—just stared off into space. You gaped at him, before you peered down at Ortho who nodded worriedly.

“Big Brother’s been like that for a while.” You could hear the frown in Ortho’s voice. “I don’t know what to do—not even his games can pull him out of it.”

“Really?” at the disbelief tone, Ortho looked up at you with wide golden eyes.

“Really!” he nodded, his fiery hair bobbed at his movement. “He hasn’t touched a single game in a while! He’s actually gone to some of his classes—well I still needed to bring him there—but he didn’t resist like usual… In fact, he didn’t complain at all! He’s even gone to graduation practice! That’s why he’s—” Ortho gestured at his outfit, and you realized that Idia was, in fact, dressed in the summoning robes.

“What do I do?” Ortho asked, and you knew if he could cry—he probably already would be.

“I’ll… I’ll try to talk to him. You can stay here, alright?” Ortho nodded, and with a deep breath, you pushed the door open.

Idia, on the other hand, still stared off into empty space—unable to register anything. All he could do was think about what had got him so distracted.

Crowley had bothered him too much about graduation—and Idia just simply… didn’t want to think about it. Unluckily for Idia, the Headmaster could become incredibly annoying when he wanted to be. Whenever Idia just wanted to brush aside the issues—Crowley only pressed him even more. At his wit’s end, Idia had thought to mess around with his computer… or something. Perhaps jam Crowley’s ability to connect to Idia—or even better—plant something that will hear his secrets… (‘I sound like Azul,’ Idia had even despaired briefly).

It was as he hacked his way into Crowley’s system in the Headmaster’s office that Idia had accidentally listened into a particular conversation that he sorta wished he remained oblivious too.

“You asked for me?” Idia had jostled in his seat when he heard you speak. He rapidly looked around his room—wondering if you had made it in without him realizing (again). He had an excuse on his lips—ready to be said if you wondered what he was doing. (He had a feeling ‘annoying Crowley because he wants me to physically attend graduation’ might not up your support levels together much.)

“Ah yes [Name]! Please! Do come in! And sit, sit! For I am gracious.” Idia whirled around to look at his monitor. With some rapid taps onto his keyboard, he was able to get a visual of Crowley’s office. He quickly recognized your form from behind.

‘What are you doing in Crowley’s office?’ Idia thought. He didn’t need to wonder too long however because his question was quickly answered.

“My dear girl, I’ve done it!” Crowley said rather cheerfully, “For I am gracious!”

“That’s… great?” Idia could imagine your cute, confused expression. You made it often enough whenever he tried to explain anything about the games he played. Though your worlds bore many similarities when it came to consoles—there were minute differences that often slipped your mind. He let out a soft giggle at that—you were adorable, and just having thoughts about you made his mood all better.

“That’s great.” You had repeated slowly, “but ah… I’m confused—what is this about, Headmaster?” you inquired, genuinely sounding like you had no idea what he was talking about.

‘Maybe I should go off. I don’t want to listen in and… I’m sure she’ll tell me whatever it is about—yeah?’ Idia nodded to himself, and just as he’s about to click the button that would cut off the audio—

“Well, what else could it be about my dear girl~?” Crowley had cackled, “In my generosity, I have found a way to bring you back home—”

Idia’s hand slammed down on the keyboard in shock, as he began to choke. He stared at his black screen in shock—not sure how to feel about what he had just heard.

‘You’re going home?’

He shouldn’t… have been as surprised as he was really.

He remembered that day, around two years ago, when you were first isekai’d into Twisted Wonderland. He knew that the plan had always been to send you home as soon as Crowley actually found a way to do so but…

As he spent time with you—he had gradually forgotten.

No, he didn’t forget—he—

Put it out of his mind.

He was so caught up in enjoying the time he had with you, that it had slipped his mind that it wasn’t permanent. That it wasn’t something that could last for as long as he wanted.

He knew that you always had your past world—your family, friends, and life—in your thoughts. He would too—if he were suddenly isekai’d in some foreign world where he had nothing.

So, Idia thought little of the possibility that you would remain in this world any longer. He knew—

He knew you’d want to go home because—

“What would keep you here?”

“What would keep who here?”

Idia yelped and leapt off his chair at the sound of your voice. He turned around to see you, as you peered at him with an amused smile. His heart skipped a beat at the way you smiled.

‘This is illegal—! You shouldn’t have power over me like this!’ He wailed inwardly, ‘Especially when—’ He let out a strangled noise as you pressed a warm, soft hand against his forehead.

“You don’t seem sick…” you mused, and you tilted your head in a way that Idia squealed at. You were just… so cute. Perfect waifu material for sure—you were kind—always so kind to him, and always willing to understand him in ways no one else ever was able to do. Ortho loved you too—

“Idia?” you leaned closer, and Idia frantically moved back. A wire made him trip backwards, and he let out a pained grunt at that.

“Oh no—are you okay?” He raised a hand to prevent you from drawing any closer.

“I’m okay!” he squeaked out, “I’m fine—just—give me a moment—”

“Alright.” You drew back, and with little hesitation, you chose to sit down on his bed as you watched Idia slowly stand upright. He patted his behind and winced—at which you let out a soft giggle. After a few more moments, Idia shuffled to sit right beside you. He fiddled with his sleeves awkwardly, his eyes flickered away—and back to you.

“Why—why are you staring at me like that?” he finally managed to say, and you smiled.

“Well, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in the summoning robes.” You said, “they suit you. You’re very handsome Idia.” Idia’s face quickly flamed up, and his hands rose to cup his own cheeks as he began to stutter rather fiercely.

“That—you—but—I—you lie!” he settled on; his face completely flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m not lying.” You shook your head, as you admired him in his summoning robes. You really weren’t—Idia can clean up rather nicely, and the dark colour of the robes accentuated the blue of his hair and the gold of his eyes.

“Thanks.” He said, his hands still covered the bottom half of his face.

“Are you really okay, Idia?” you asked, a little more concerned when your attempt at a conversation fell through.

“Yeah…?” he looked at you confused, and your eyes moved to the door. You knew Ortho was still there but…

“Ortho was pretty worried about you. Said you were acting all weird.”

“That’s because…” he chewed his lower lip, and he looked at you from the corner of his eye. “Well…”

“You can tell me anything.” You said—as you always did, when Idia worried himself to a frenzy at what you might think of the things he liked. “You know me Idia, I don’t mind.”

“Yeah… it’s…” he hesitated before he turned to you—Idia’s expression was different—it was, strangely serious and intense—not in any way you’ve seen it before. It instantly made you even more worried. “The truth is…”

He was never particularly good at lying—nor was he good at keeping secrets from you. You were a person he considered a dear friend—and he was always the type of person who ended up spilling everything to you. He liked being able to talk about the things he enjoyed—he liked that he had found someone who wanted to hear him out.

So, he told you what he had overheard, his eyes fell to his palms because he could no longer face you. He was worried about what you’d think when you found out that he heard what had happened—and he was worried that something on your face will make him break down.

Idia was afraid of losing you.

Idia was afraid of losing a person who was so willing to be his dear friend.

His fists tightened on his shirt, and he wondered if there was any reason, he could give you so that you would stay.

“Idia…” you began, but your sombre tone made him squeeze his eyes shut because he didn’t want to confront the truth—that you were actually going to leave and…

“Are you really leaving?”

“That’s—”

“Please don’t leave!” you faltered briefly, and looked at the way Idia was hunched over, with his eyes squeezed shut. It would have been quite the comical sight if it were not for the seriousness of the topic.

“Idia—I’m—”

“I really—I don’t want you to go—” he fiddled with his robes. “I know that’s… selfish of me—and I know you’re probably thinking of your family but I think—no—I know—” He hesitated, and he looked up at you, his expression shy, his chin wobbled.

“I… lo—” he shut his eyes quickly as finally blurted out how he truly felt. “I love you [Name]!” He tugged quickly on a button in his robes before he offered it to you with shaking hands.

You stared at him—stunned—you knew what Idia was like. You knew how much courage it must have took him to be tell you this—and to confront you about it too…

“Idia… won’t you look at me? Please?” you asked, gently. He glanced up at you, and you gave him a sweet smile that had his heart run a mile a minute. With that tender expression, you took the button in his hands and rubbed it gently with your fingers.

“Idia… you didn’t hear the whole thing, did you?” Idia furrowed his brows, before he shook his head.

“I accidentally quit the program…” he admitted, “and… I was too scared to go back on so…”

“Idia—I’m not leaving.”

“I guess it wasn’t enough—wait, what?” his head jerked back up to see your happy expression.

“I have no plans on leaving. If you had listened further, you might’ve heard that.” You giggled lightly, “I didn’t want to leave you—so I asked Crowley if it was possible to just… communicate with my world instead.” Idia gaped at you, completely surprised.

“Wait—you’re staying?”

“Yes.”

“For me?” he squeaked, and you nodded.

“For you. For us.” You held up the button between your fingers, and he looked at it for a moment before he met your gaze again, his face rapidly turned a bright red.

“So, I—I didn’t need to—do this—?”

“Technically… no?”

“Can you just forget the last few minutes please—”

“Absolutely not!” He made a strangled whimper-like sound at the back of his throat, and you laughed as you moved to embrace him. “I won’t forget it—because I love you too!”

“You—you do?”

You pulled back, to cup his face in your hands. His cheeks burned red, but you disregarded that to look into his gold eyes. His pupils shook, and you could see how nervous he was—you could feel the way he trembled in your hands.

“I love you Idia—and I’ll happily accept your heart.” Idia exhaled heavily, as he slackened into your arms, before he moved to wrap his arms around you.

“And… I love you…” he mumbled, less nervous—a little more assured—but for sure, deep in love. “Thank you… for staying with me.”

When Malleus himself invited you to Diasomnia—you gathered all your courage to go and tell him about what Crowley had told you.

"Ah [Name].” Sebek greeted you with a cheerful smile as you entered Diasomnia’s Main Hall. “Care for a button?”

Your brows shot up as you realized that he was carrying a bunch of buttons in his cupped hand.

“Err... Sebek... why...” you cleared your throat. “Why do you have so many... buttons?” Sebek brightened up at the question.

“You see, remember when Ace was speaking about the Second Button tradition?” At your hesitant nod, he continued, “I have come to understand that I shouldn’t be thinking about exchanging buttons with the Young Master—”

‘Oh dear.’

“As his vassal, I should be more concerned with the fact that should he exchange buttons with someone, it would ruin his attire—and by extension it may ruin his reputation.” Sebek nodded to himself, pleased with his own reasoning. “So, I chose to prepare a lot of buttons for the Young Master to pass out to those seeking his button.”

“I... I see.” You exhaled. If you had to describe what you felt for Sebek at this very moment—you would describe it as exasperated, but fond. He wasn’t a bad person--just... hilariously attached.

'Malleus...’

Had it already been two years since you came to Twisted Wonderland? Had it already been two whole years since you had met him in the gardens of the Ramshackle Dorm?

No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t remember how dark it had been that night—nor could you remember the exact reason why you had still been awake.

“Hm. Who are you?”

What you do know is that everything faded away in favour of remembering how you felt when you first laid eyes on Malleus.

“Well now this is a surprise. You are a child of man.”

Long dark hair that tumbled down to the small of his back, pale porcelain skin, and vividly green eyes that were framed by long, thick lashes. The light of the moon was bright enough to illuminate him and it made him all the more ethereal in the night.

As you had stared at him, you felt your throat dry, your heart picked up its pace and your cheeks burned. You didn’t know—you still don’t know—but something about Malleus just left you so speechless... and in awe.

You raised a hand to your chest, as you felt it skip a beat just at the thought of him.

‘I have it bad.’ you had to accept that much—even if you knew you had—practically—zero chance with him.

“[Name]?” Sebek brought you out of your stupor. You dragged your eyes back down to Sebek’s palm, and the shining buttons in his palm.

“I’m surprised you’re even offering.” you pointed out, and Sebek glanced at you thoughtfully.

“Regardless of my personal feelings,” Sebek sniffed. “I at least know that the Young Master thinks of you as an important friend.”

‘What was it that Jack said?’

Jack had said it was something of a serious promise (Ace completely disregarded it--but... well, you were more likely to believe Jack between the two of them). You also remembered that Malleus wasn’t even allowed to show up in front of the Ghost Bride because he was the sole heir of the Valley of Thorns...

‘It’s not like Malleus would give me his he...’ You couldn’t help but blink in surprise at the bitterness of your thoughts. ‘Since when did I...’ You quickly shrugged it off, before you finally nodded at Sebek.

“Sure, why not?” After you picked it up, you began to play with it in between your fingers.

“Come to think of it [Name], what are you doing here?” Sebek eyed you suspiciously.

“Ah that’s because—”

“I invited her here.” At the sound of his voice, a shiver ran down your spine—and you felt the tips of your ears burn with a blush. You both turned to see Malleus as he entered the main hall.

Your eyes widened, and a gasp slid past your lips at the sight of him dressed in the dark coloured summoning robes. As the robe billowed around his long legs, he moved with a certain grace that made it seemed like he was gliding towards you.

“Woah...” you raised a hand to your lips in surprise. In return, Malleus’s lips only curled—pleased at your reaction.

“Ah, Young Master! You look amazing!” Sebek exhaled, as awed as you.

“Thank you.” He inclined his head elegantly, before his eyes shifted back to you. You shuffled in place uncomfortably, before his lips raised into a gentle smile.

“I apologize I could not come to Ramshackle tonight. We were busy preparing for graduation.” Malleus said, “I thought we could walk instead in the gardens of Diasomnia... before I escorted you home. Not a bad plan, no?”

“Young Master...” Sebek furrowed his brows briefly, but Malleus only raised a hand—his eyes never leaving your form.

“It is fine Sebek. I will not take too long.” He tilted his head; his dark hair gently fell across his face at the motion and your struck by the motion to tuck it behind his ear. You had to curl your fingers together to stop yourself.

“Shall we?”

You walked quietly beside Malleus through the gardens; your heart pounded in your ears.

‘I have to tell him. I really need to.’ You glanced at him quickly from the corner of your eyes. His eyes had slid shut as he inhaled, his shoulders rose and fell at his action. Your heart twisted regretfully, and you could feel your eyes tear up briefly.

His smile was gentle—delicate, much like the fairy lights that naturally accompanied him every night.

He looked so peaceful.

He looked content.

He had once been so forlorn.

His eyes had been so viridescent and sad. Loneliness had wrapped him up in a cold embrace.

You wondered if centuries from now—Malleus would remember you.

You doubted it.

You were just a drop in the ocean of Malleus’s life.

As if you could ever...

“I’ve been wondering.” you flinched as he suddenly spoke, and you blinked rapidly—as you hoped that none of the wetness in your eyes fall out.

“Yeah?” you hoped he didn’t notice the way that you had been so overcome with your feelings that you had to choke that out.

“That.” Malleus pointed at button that you had been unconsciously playing with your hands. “Why are you holding a button?”

“Oh that’s...” you looked down at the button in your hand, “Sebek gave it to me. He said he was passing it out to people who would ask you for your button.”

“My button?” the dragon fae blinked slowly. You quickly told him about the tradition Ace had mentioned.

“Ah.” Malleus let out a soft chuckle. “Yes, I do believe Lilia mentioned it.” then he peered down at you again. “That begs the question... why did you accept the button from Sebek?”

“Well... that’s because...” you nibbled on your lower lip. ‘It’s not like I can tell him that I...’ you stopped walking, and when Malleus realized that you had stopped moving—he turned around to face you.

“Little one?”

“I just figured... well... I don’t think I’d ever get one.” you said in a self-deprecating tone. “So, I thought... might as well... It’s a cute tradition anyways.”

Malleus felt his brows furrow in response. He had easily noticed that your mood was not particularly bright. He frowned; he despised the things that would make you sad—it made your light dim.

Your brilliance saved him.

He would be damned before he let anything cause you to flicker out like a dying star.

When you saw his shadow approach you, you couldn’t help but flinch. You didn’t want him to look at you right now—when you know your feelings are all over your face—when you couldn’t control the way your heart hummed in pleasure—knowing he was with you.

Malleus grabbed your hands, and you swear he could probably feel the way your heartbeat moved into a rapid pace at his touch. At this proximity—Malleus’s scent—gentle but fragrant—of wildflowers and smoke—enveloped you, it made you instinctively relax. You looked at your hands as he gently pried your fingers open to take the button away from you.

“I see...”

Before your eyes, the innocent little button caught a flame and burned away.

“Malleus, that’s overdoing it—don’t you think—” when you looked up, you caught sight of the way he reached for the buttons on his uniform.

Snap.

“I wish you spoke to me first.” Malleus said softly as he pressed the button into your palms. He looked down at you, with those eyes—

Vivid greens--but so gentle, so loving.

Nobody had ever looked at you like that.

“After all, I would gladly give my heart to you, my bright light.” your eyes widened, and they began to sting.

“You can’t... you can’t just do that... You’re a fae prince... and I.... I don’t belong here... I... I...” Malleus listened intently as your breath grew uneven as you tried not to cry. “I... I don’t...” you tried to give the button back, but Malleus only pressed your fingers close. “Crowley told me I could go home...”

“You do not have to.” Malleus leaned down and lifted your head so that he could press his forehead against yours. Your eyes were too sad—too wet.

He could not believe that you thought of yourself like this.

‘You don’t understand little light... If there’s anyone who should be unworthy to bathe in your presence it would be I....’

“You could stay here, with me. You could be my Queen...” Malleus paused thoughtfully, “No... that is wrong. You already are my Queen.”

“I’m no fae. Not even a magician. Not a speck of magic in me.” your grief escaped you through your tears, “you still want that?”

‘Volatile as I was... so arrogant and self-assured in my own powers.... but you had not given up on me, little light.... that is why... I won’t let go of you either.’

"Of course.” he replied easily, “you possess more power than you think. You possess so much power over me.” he whispered, and his breath fanned over your face. “I do not mind how powerless I am against you.”

“I’m not an immortal. You... I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh, bright light... I would prefer to live the rest of your life by your side... rather than spend centuries contemplating what it could have felt… to hold you in my arms.” Malleus professed. You were now openly sobbing, and Malleus pressed his lips against your jaw, onto your cheeks and over your eyelids.

“And should you worry about the centuries after... that is alright my bright light. I will simply find you again.”

As he pulled away, he noticed that your breathing was still shaky, and he leaned in again to give you several more comforting kisses.

“Won’t you... get bored of me?”

“Ah... but you are such a bright spark... I will never tire of you.” He made sure to stare straight into your eyes, “I will never tire of the way you look at me, the way you blush... the way you react when I call for you—and the feel of your heart...” He moved his thumb to feel the rhythmic beat of your heart.

“Will you not… let me…have your heart too?” He found the button—his button from earlier—and pressed it once more into your palm, to remind you of his earlier gift.

‘His heart...’

“...How... can I say no?” you choked out, “Yes... of course... Malleus.... I’d... there’s never been anything I wanted more.”

He could feel his shoulders slacken in relief at your response, as he bent down to brush his lips across yours.

‘I was terrified that you would slip away from me... Thank you...’

“Then let whatever years we have together... be ours only....”

#aiwrites #aiscenarios #female reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst riddle #twst leona #twst azul #twst kalim #twst vil #twst idia #twst malleus #inspired by: lucky ending by vickeblanka and the second button tradition #ai lucky series

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“do you even lift, bro?”

Not exactly a prompt but just a suggestion where the dorm leaders fem s!o wants to carry them bridal style? Maybe they got injured or maybe she just wanted to show her strength? How will everyone react? Thanks a lot :) -- From @blackstrawberrynightmare.

A/N: Thank you so much for this! This was a very fun break from the “holding the world” series ahahah~ I enjoyed it a lot and I think it sort of became crack? I hope this makes everyone who reads it laugh at least once! Please tell me what you think~

other versions: ver i (this), ver ii (dire, divus, ashton), ver iii (leech twins, jamil, epel, rook, lilia)

“Bet I could bench press you.”

“I beg your pardon?” Riddle turned to you with the most incredulous face ever, and you giggled in response. “What is... a bench press?” Riddle struggled, his expression looked as if he was thinking back onto all your conversations--he tried to remember if you’ve ever mentioned this... bench press before.

“It’s basically when I hold you like this” you opened your palms facing upright, “and then I lift you like this--” you proceeded to move your hands up and down.

“Absolutely not.”

“But Riddle!” you pouted, and he narrowed his eyes in turn, his arms crossed.

“I refuse to be... bench pressed.” He pressed his lips tight together, and you sighed, disappointed.

“One day I’ll convince you.”

“That day will never come.”

“Then next time, I won’t ask for permission.”

“You--” Riddle glared, his cheeks red. “--never mind.” he scoffed, as he looked away. “What makes you think you can carry me anyways?”

“Ah, but I can!”

“I don’t believe it.” Unfortunately for Riddle, you were waiting for something like that.

“Then let me prove my strength~”

“What are you doing? Why are you bending down--Wait, don’t you dare--guh!”

You proceeded to wrap your arms behind his knees, and around his back. With barely a blink, you swept him up into your arms.

Riddle gaped when you barely flinched. While Riddle was small, he wasn’t exactly light. Or at least, that’s what he liked to think. You looked down at him, and wiggled your eyebrows.

“Have I made you fall in love, prince of my heart?” You delighted in the embarrassed red flush on his cheeks. He began to struggle in your arms, but you held on pretty tight--enough that the most he could do was attempt to push you away with his hands.

“Let me down,” his brow furrowed, and from embarrassed red he slowly turned to angry red, “this instant.”

“No way, this is too fun.” you giggled, as he struggled harder in response.

“If you don’t I’ll--” he stopped short, realizing he really didn’t have leverage against you. He couldn’t exactly use his unique magic on you. You grinned cheekily at him, and he crossed his arms grumpily in response. “... Since when were you so strong anyways?”

“Always?”

“You didn’t say anything.” he pointed out and you cocked your head to the side in thought.

“I guess it’s like you with your magic. You’ve always had it, you’ve always been good at it.” you shrugged, “it’s normal to me. So I never thought it was something that needed explaining?” He sighed in response, he could understand your point after all.

“... When will you let me down?”

“Never.” you cuddled close and his blush that had originally calmed down--intensified.

“--!” he sighed, before he let you. It should be fine as long as nobody walked in.

“Prefect, Riddle--” Cater walked in, only for his eyes to widen, and his hand snapped up immediately to take a photo.

“Cater!” Riddle looked murderous, and he tried to leap out of your arms to grab the third year who laughed nervously, and hesitantly stepped back. “[Name]! Let go of me right now!”

“Sorry, can’t do Riddle,” you giggled. “Cater! Send me that photo, okay~?”

“[Name]!”

“There’s a reason I adore you Prefect!” Cater laughed, as he snapped more photos.

“What’s going on?” Trey ducked into the room, and paused at the sight. Riddle sputtered, as Trey immediately turned around to snicker.

“Cater I want those photos too--”

“YOU ALL--!”

“Leona!” you tried to call the man’s attention, but he only turned away, his tail thumped heavily on the ground.

“No.”

“But you need to get to class!” you protested, “don’t you have a super important thing today?”

“Hngh... zzz...”

“Hey! Don’t you dare fall asleep on me!” The lack of a response made your eye twitch. “Fine... if that’s what you’re gonna do--then I’ll have to resort to--”

When there was a sudden silence, Leona smirked, the moment you approached him--he would drag you down to the ground with him, and quiet you down by--

That is until he felt your small, delicate hands dig underneath his back then legs and within a moment--he hissed in surprise, and you smirked in response--you carried him in your arms, bridal style.

“-carrying you.” You snickered at him. “how do you like it, Leona?”

You’ve never seen him so surprised. His eyes were wide, his pupils huge (’like a cat’s!’ you couldn’t help but inwardly squeal), his ears were flattened against his head, his tail was actually still--and from the little of it that you could see of it--it seemed like the fur was standing upright too.

‘One day,’ you solemnly swore to yourself, ‘I’ll surprise him by, I dunno--bench pressing him with one hand so I can take a photo with the other hand.’

Leona just stared at you, his mouth slightly agape.

Sure, Afterglow Savanna was filled with incredibly strong women. However no one has ever attempted to carry Leona. Primarily because he wouldn’t let anyone--and also because his pride wouldn’t let him. He knew that women outside of Afterglow Savanna weren’t the same as the women within the kingdom. So he had figured you wouldn’t be able to carry him...

Give him a moment, his pride was just damaged, in the same moment you’ve suddenly become all the more attractive to him.

‘In the culture of his kingdom, especially for the royal family--what made a great wife, is a strong woman. Here you were, proving just how perfect you were for him.’ He could feel the heat rise to his face upon that realization, and he struggled to calm his heart down--fervently hoping that nothing showed on his face.

“Hello? Leona?” He was still super still in your arms, and you shrugged. “Ah well, since you aren’t resisting, this will be easier for me.” So you began to carry him out of the garden. At your sudden movement, he twitched in your arms, and tried to get off. Unfortunately for him, being able to lift a man of his height and weight also meant that you had a pretty strong grip.

“Nope.” you shook your head. “You wouldn’t get up earlier, so I’ll just carry you to class.”

“Let me go He-” he paused, ‘Could he still call you herbivore, given you’ve proven you’re not a herbivore?’

At his sudden, uncharacteristic hesitance, you glanced down at him. Wow, he’s being really weird today.

“Leona... are you okay?” He opened his mouth to respond, when his ears twitched, and he struggled harder in your arms.

“He--[Name], put me down, right now.” he practically hissed.

“What? No way! You’re clearly not enjoying this, therefore I am.” ‘Hah! Take that for all the heartbeats I wasted on you, you big tease!’ He growled in response, about to snap back when--

“Is that... Leona?” You blinked, head turned in the direction of the voice, while Leona slackened in your arms, and groaned. “with [Name] carrying him? Shishishi!”

“Oh! Hi Ruggie~ Jack~ I’m off to bring your dorm leader to his class~”

Ruggie was practically bent forward, as he both cried and laughed. Meanwhile Jack just stared at you with the widest eyes, and biggest open mouth you’ve seen on him.

“Hahahah! Leona--being carried like a bride! Wait I need a photo!” Ruggie snickered as he pulled out his phone.

“Oi! Ruggie! Don’t you dare--!”

“Oho, I see you’re a hyena of culture Ruggie! How do you want me to pose?”

“Well if you can just--”

“You herbi-[Name]--don’t encourage him!” Leona yelled, clearly exasperated. At the corner of his eye, he noticed that Jack’s shoulders were shaking. The student had desperately covered his mouth--trying to hide his own laugh.

‘Great,’ he scowled. ‘they’ll never let me live this down.’

“You’re doing great Azul!” Jamil yelled, with a very wide, self-satisfied smirk on his face as the trembling octopus merman flew into the air on his broom. Azul would’ve shaken his fist at the snake if he wasn’t clinging onto the broom as hard as he was. ‘Is he that mad about the burn cure incident in our alchemy class?’ Azul thought, but the broom wobbled and his grip tightened on it in response.

“Unbelievable these land dwellers,” Azul cursed underneath his breath. “I just learnt how to walk on two legs last school year and now they want me to fly? They want a merman in the air? Absurd. Complete savages the lot of them.”

Now when it came to magic—the most important thing is being able to believe in your ability to do it. Be it believing in your ability to manipulate elements, or believing in your ability to conjure something out of thin air.

This applied to flying too.

Unfortunately for the octopus... he was so distracted as he cursed in the language of the seas—he forgot about the fact he was flying.

Hence his broom started to wobble.

He only realized the problem when his broom started to jerk around.

“Oh—“ he let out more curses in his native language and closed his eyes, “ok you can do this Azul. I believe I can fly! I believe I can fly—“

But he didn’t really so—his broom grew to be even crazier with his movements.

“Hey! Azul! Open your eyes! Calm down!” Jamil yelled out. Caught up in his own panic, Azul didn’t hear him.

“I believe I can flyIbelieveIcanflyIbelieveIcanfly--” Azul chanted, but when he opened his eyes and saw how high he was--

“Ah carp, I’m gonNA DIE!” Azul shrieked, and shut his eyes tight--which led to him getting flung off his broom.

“Oh scarab.” Jamil swore as he tried to run after the free falling octopus, only to stumble to a stop when he saw--

“Gotcha!”

One moment he was free falling, then the next moment he’s caught, and pressed close to your chest. Azul’s eyes flew open in response to hearing your voice. You looked down at him with a wide smile.

You were carrying him--like a bride. Your hold was gentle, but firm--and the smile you sent him was tinted with worry--but it turned to amusement with the way he gaped at you.

Azul’s eyes glistened, and you’re pretty sure he would start crying any second now if you didn’t immediately distract him. You didn’t want him to be sad after all.

“You rang for a Princess Charming?~” you tossed in a wink, and he promptly turned red in response.

“You--ga--wha--” Azul gaped at the fact you carried him in your arms with ease.

“[Surname]!” you looked up to see that the rest of Azul’s second year class had ran up to you too. You easily hiked Azul up in your arms (which he yelped at), as you stood upright. Ashton Vargas looked at you with glitter in his eyes, and you took an involuntary step back at his expression.

“That! WAS! IMPRESSIVE!” Professor Vargas boomed, “That catch was magnificent! You barely stumbled! No recoil at all!”

“I’m really strong.” You said with a shrug of your shoulders. “I never really had a problem with doing physical stuff. I just braced myself properly to catch Azul.” you held out your arms, where the octopus, still completely bewildered, lay--still slack from the shock.

“Since when could you do that, [Surname]?”

“I always could...?” you shrugged your shoulders in response. “I just never needed to use it.” you laughed awkwardly.

“Is Ashengrotto alright?” Vargas looked at the merman, and tried to look at his expression.

“I think I should take him to the infirmary.” you said, “he’s still in shock.”

“Right, right. You do that.” Vargas stroked his beard. “Carry on. I’ll have Viper update Ashengrotto if he misses out on anything.” Jamil flinched, and shot a guilty glance at Azul then at you. You shot him a smile, in response and mouthed that you’d tell Azul he was sorry. Jamil looked relieved.

“Sure Professor.” with that you turned around, and relaxed your hold on Azul.

“...How’d you know?”

“Hm?”

“... That I didn’t want to be seen... like that.”

“You mean crying?” You gave him a love filled smile that made his heart beat even faster. “Well the answer is simple. I am your girlfriend after all.” His face turned red again.

“Thank you.” Azul sighed, “I feel like you saved me twice today.”

“And I’ll keep saving you whenever you need me.” That gentle grin--full of your adoration for him is enough for his blush to darken.

“Please put me down.”

“Oh no, I refuse.” you squeezed. “I think you’re cute in my arms~”

“I want my octopus pot right now.”

Extra:

“Oh my.”

“Carp.” Azul swore, as he saw the Leech twins up ahead. Floyd let out a happy gasp, before he ran right over.

“Ooooh! I want to be carried too--!”

“Wait Floyd--don’t just jump--AH!”

“Oh my, my.” Jade snickered to himself as you easily caught Floyd, but started to stumble.

“Jade!” wailed Azul from underneath the laughing Floyd.

“Woah! Shrimpy strong!”

“Don’t move too much! Ah! Wait! My balance--”

As you entered the Scarabia Dorms to visit Kalim, you noticed a commotion. More specifically--a bunch of animals going wild. You also quickly noticed Jamil off to the side, hissing out sharp commands.

You ran up to him, and waited for him to acknowledge you. Which he does, easily enough.

“Ah, Prefect, you’re here.” he had a long suffering expression on his face, and you tilted your head.

“Someone forgot to lock up all the animals this morning so...” he sighed. “We’re trying to calm them down.”

“Ah, I see.” you looked around, “any way I can help?”

“You don’t have to, please sit with Kalim.” he gestured to an empty chair. Something in your stare must’ve been telling, because he visibly paled and went:

“He... he’s not there.... is he?” he said in a very weak and pitiful tone.

“No he’s not.” you said, as gently as possible. “Would you like me to help?”

“Yes please.”

“Alright.” you slammed your fist against your open palms. “He’s likely wherever it’s most difficult.” Jamil nodded, before he made a very deadpanned expression.

‘Ah.’

“... He’s with the elephants.” you both said in unison, and you both rushed off in the direction.

You find him easy.

There he was, in the middle of the path, faced away from the approaching elephants.

“Jamil! [Name]!” he waved--WAVED! All cheeky too! While in the midst of danger. Jamil looked like he was having a heart attack, so you quickly darted to Kalim.

“Wait! [Name]!” you quickly scooped Kalim up into your arms, bridal style, before you tossed yourself as hard as you could out of the fray. You exhaled in relief, before you feel Kalim wrap his arms around your neck, to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“My hero!” he laughed, all jovial, as if he hadn’t nearly been in mortal danger.

“Kalim! That was dangerous!”

“Yeah but we got out of it alright!” he said, as he waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “What’s more important is--! I didn’t realize how strong you were!” When he looked at you with those sparkly eyes, it was easy to falter, and forget about everything that could you upset.

The adrenaline finally rushed out of you, and you crashed to your knees, after which you buried your head into the crook of his neck.

“[N-Name]?” his voice was confused, and even flustered. Any other time, you would be eager to see his expression, but for now--

“Please... be more careful next time.”

“.... Uhn... I’m sorry! I’ll try not to make you worry so much!” Kalim pulled away from you to look at your face. “What kind of boyfriend will I be if I make you hurt like that, yeah?”

You exhaled, relieved. “Yes, exactly.”

You both share a smile, then soft giggles--before it turned into full blown laughter.

That is until--

“What do you think you were doing Kalim?” Jamil hissed, his expression dark.

“Oh--well, that is” Kalim sweated in response, and you attempted to melt into the background until Jamil’s dark gaze moved to you.

“And you as well--” he gritted his teeth, “running out like that--!”

“Wait--why are you blaming me?”

“You both nearly gave me a heart attack!” when he looked up, his eyes glowed with a sinister light.

“Oh no.”

“...[Name]... save me.”

“Already on it.” you hopped onto your feet, and darted off with Jamil hot on your heels.

“Come back here you two!”

Now, normally when people were surrounding your ridiculously pretty boyfriend you were fine with it. He was a model after all. You didn’t really mind him interacting with his fans--you were perfectly fine with stepping out of the way, and giving them a few minutes to talk to Vil.

You could relate.

After all, you didn’t call yourself Vil’s number one fan for nothing.

You were lucky enough to be able to hoard Vil to yourself so much, so you were always willing to share ‘Vil the model’ with his fans.

‘It’s fine. I’m completely fine.’ you crossed your arms. You hoped your face wasn’t irritated, or upset. You understood how important fan interactions are but--

‘It’s our first date in awhile, and I really wanted to enjoy private time with Vil.’ you thought mournfully, as you eyed the gaggle of boys and girls who surrounded your Vil.

If Vil was upset--it wasn’t visible on his face at all. In fact, as per usual, he enjoyed his time with his fans. (Which made you feel even worse.) He made sure to acknowledge each one of them, and looked them straight in the eye. It caused a lot of the fans to go red, and nearly faint (once more, absolutely relatable--those eyes? With those lashes? Up close? Even you had difficulty breathing with him that close.)

You looked at the time, only to inhale sharply at the fact he’s been at it for at least an hour. Plus--based on the way the crowd around him only grew, you two would never get to finish your date.

‘Alright, I’m sorry,’ you thought, ‘but I’m going to have to get in the way.’

When Vil looked up to search for you outside the crowd, he couldn’t see you. He mentally frowned. He was grateful that you were always willing to adjust to his fans, but at times--he wouldn’t mind if you were a little bit more selfish with him.

He had given you himself--he as Vil Schoenheit. The world--his fans--they might have Vil Schoenheit as the influencer and model--but you had him, for himself. The Vil with no make up in the morning, the Vil who would cheat his diet for some sweets, the Vil who wasn’t as put together as the world saw. You saw all his flaws--the imperfections, the things he found ugly--yet you held him, told him he was your world despite that.

That was something.

No, it is something.

He hoped you knew, that no matter what, that made you so irreplaceable... so important to him.

After all, beyond his prowess as a poisoner, beyond his fame as a model--who would stand by him when that was all gone?

He hoped it was you.

“Sorry everyone, but I’ll have to steal my boyfriend away now.”

He turned to you, surprised but excited that you were going to steal him away.

‘Now how would you do that, sweet potato?’

He saw you bend down, then quite literally--sweep him off his feet. He’s surprised--and his first reaction is to wrap his arms around your neck. You ignored the gasp of fans, as you quickly run off without a single misstep.

“I finally have you, my ah... damsel in distress?” you quirked your brow, not sure if you said it right. Vil only laughed and pressed his lips against your cheek. When he pulls back, there’s a very obvious lipstick mark on your cheek.

“You finally saved me, my Princess Charming.” he said, and you blinked down at him.

“I was just... selfish.”

Oh! And how much did that warm his heart--to know how much you wanted to dominate his time, as much as he did.

“You can always be selfish with me.” He told you quietly, with a gentle smile.

“I mean--are you sure?”

“Of course! I am your boyfriend after all!” He cocked his head to the side, “now, you didn’t tell me you were strong enough to carry me around.”

“It never came up?”

“Then, I’ll rely on you to save me more--alright?”

You stared into his eyes--honest, and loving, coupled with how genuinely enchanting Vil was well--you broke away first with a faint blush on your cheeks.

“... Of course...”

EXTRA:

“How cute...” Rook purred.

“Aside from how weird it is that we’re following them on their date...” Epel paused. “I wonder if [Name] would tell me how she got so strong?”

You burst into Idia’s room, frantic and worried after receiving a text from Ortho, about his brother collapsing.

“[Name]!” Ortho called out relieved, as he pointed out Idia--slumped onto the ground, groaning.

“What happened Ortho?” you frowned, as you knelt, and carefully turned your boyfriend onto his back.

“He just suddenly collapsed, and I don’t know why.” Ortho fretted, you leant forward and pressed your forehead against his, only for you to reel back quickly in surprise.

“I think he’s running a fever.” you frowned, “we’ll have to take him to the infirmary.”

“But how?”

“I’ll carry him, of course.” Ortho’s mouth dropped in surprise when you easily scooped up his brother. With Idia’s long hair trailing to the ground and limp body, it did look like you had just finished saving a princess.

“Woah! [Name] you look so cool!” Ortho stared up at you with shining eyes, and you giggled in response.

“Thanks Ortho. Now go run ahead and tell the nurse I’m bringing your irresponsible brother to the office, alright?”

“Mhm!”

On the walk there, Idia stirred in your arms.

“Oh, are you finally awake?” you teased, at which his eyes widened and he immediately froze in your arms.

“[Name]?” he squeaked out, then frantically looked around before he met your gaze again. “Wait--are you carrying me?”

“To the nurse’s office, yes” you said, amused.

“Please put me down!”

“Absolutely not, after all--you made Ortho and I worry a lot!” you huffed at him, “so suffer in the arms of your girlfriend a little longer!”

“Everyone is staring!” he whimpered.

“Well if a certain someone didn’t forget to take care of themselves while they got into the new dlc for Gao Gao Shield and Sword...” Idia whined in response.

“I needed to complete the GaoDex before anyone else! I was one Gao Gao away from completing it, before this upstart mystery player LilV actually managed to beat me--” he buried his face in his palms. “I was so close...”

“There there.” you tried to rub his back as best as you could. “Isn’t there another dlc still coming out later this year?” He brightened up at that.

“That’s right, I’ll start training my resistance to hunger and--” he winced at the glare you shoot at him.

“If you’re going to do it, do it in a healthy manner Idia.” you frowned, “if not for me--then for Ortho.”

He paused, as he lowered the hands covering his face to stare at your face. You were genuinely worried for his sake, and he thought: ‘oh no, this is like picking the wrong choice in Water Crest: Seven Dorms and my support level is going down!’ he inwardly panicked, ‘I worked pretty hard to grind to level S! Of course I need to maintain it because I--’ he felt his face flush red. ‘because I really like [Name]... and I don’t want her to worry so--’

“I’ll... I’ll be more careful.” he looked away, bashful, and you stared at him--surprised. You didn’t think it would be easy--he loved gaming. You wouldn’t want him to change--only to take care of himself more.

So now that he was saying this then--

‘I’ll meet him halfway.’ you decided.

“Next time I’ll stay with you.” you said, with a sweet smile. “so if you get caught up in it, I’ll get you back on track.”

“Are you sure? You might get bored?”

“Now why would I get bored?” you shoot him a sly smile, “I’m spending time with my boyfriend after all~”

“...”

“Ah! Idia you’re heating up!”

“That’s because--! Ughh--! I didn’t realize there was an SS support conversation!”

“A what?”

“So are your horns heavy?”

Malleus cocked his head at your sudden question.

“I’m... confused... with this question, bright light.”

“Eh...” you move your hands around as you spoke, “I don’t know, I guess I was just curious if your horns... like maybe had a certain weight to them? Like... does your neck hurt?” you tilted your head. “Like... does it feel like when you’re holding a staff? Maybe?” You paused as you looked back at the dark fae.

“Sorry, was that a weird question? Is it... intrusive? Or something?”

“No it is not.” he shook his head gently. “I suppose I can not really tell. I have had my horns all my life so I can not say if they are light or heavy.”

“Could I try--like seeing if they’re heavy?” He quirked his brow in response.

“You can try,” he paused, “but how exactly will you do that, bright light?”

“Like this.” With barely a blink, you gestured for him to crouch lower. He did so--confused. When you suddenly picked Malleus up into your arms, you do so with such a smoothness that he froze.

“Huh, your horns are slightly heavy I think.” You adjusted him in your arms, you definitely felt a difference in weight closer to the side where his horns were. “Tsunotarou? Bright eyes? Two hundred and two centimeters? Malmal? Are you okay?”

(You were unaware of Sebek behind you, who had attempted to rush out to save his young lord. Lilia pulled him back with one hand, his other hand covered his guffaw. On his other side, Silver was very awake--also surprised that a human girl was able to just sweep the young lord into you arms with barely a flinch or stagger.)

You squinted at him, only to realize his pupils were wide--wider than you’ve ever seen before. His lips were parted slightly, as he stared at you. He looked absolutely stunned.

“Um? Are you okay--”

“Heh...” Malleus raised a hand to his lips, before he started laughing out loud.

“Woah Malmal, you look sort of... crazy.”

“Heheh... Hahahah!” Malleus laughed, “Interesting! So very fascinating, my bright light.”

“Uh?”

“To think you would have the gall to lift the Heir to the Valley of Thorns--to think you had the strength to do so--will you ever stop being so intriguing, my bright light?”

“I’ll try not too?” you replied, in a confused tone, and Malleus continued to chuckle lightly in your arms. His eyes became gentle at your response.

‘I keep wondering why I find you so fascinating...’ he mused, ‘but it is truly simple--you are not afraid to treat me as... myself I suppose. You did not see me as Heir of the Valley of Thrones--you saw me as a man with horns-- a man with bright eyes--’

‘You do not treat me as delicate... but at the same time, you do not treat me as something to be feared.’

‘You are like a light... a light with the potential to burn away all the darkness...’ he held your confused gaze, ‘will you do it? Bright light? Will you persevere in this world not yours--and show it how bright you can be?’

‘Whether you do or not--you are perhaps, the only one, the first one I can consider a friend--an equal.’

“You look really deep in thought, bright eyes.” You said, and he hummed.

“It is nothing.” When you moved to let him down, Malleus’s arms looped its way around your neck.

“Ah?”

“I would like to stay in your arms for a little longer, bright light.” He met your gaze, and you blushed at the intensity in those eyes. “Would you indulge me?”

“--That is... of course, Tsunotaro.” His smile widened, and your heart melted at how genuinely happy it was. To think he used to gaze at the world with such sadness...

If little things like this was enough to make him happy, then you want to do it more often.

Ai’s Glossary For TWST Swear Words *I primarily came up with this because I don’t think swear words are the same in different worlds--? So I decided I should just come up with them. (✧≖‿ゝ≖)

- “Oh my Queen” / “Sweet Witch” / “Dear Sorcerer” ... you get the drill - basically equivalent to our “oh my god”, “sweet lord”, “dear god”

- “Oh carp” - unique to the Octavinelle dorm. It’s basically “oh crap” or “oh shit.” Variation include “holy carp.”

- “Oh scarab” - unique to the Scarabia dorm. Perhaps specifically unique to Jamil too. It’s the same as above, except he uses scarab instead of carp.

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“i can hold the world in my hands”

A/N: I had this idea and I wanted to write it for all the Dorm Leaders! I tried to pour a lot of love into these, so I hope that comes across properly! Here we go~ Please enjoy!

Edit--additional pieces: ver i (this), ver ii (deuce, leech twins, silver),ver iii (jamil), ver iv (ruggie, rook, lilia), ver v (trey), ver vi (ace, jack, epel, sebek)

It was during another one of Heartslabyul’s Unbirthday Parties. You were sat right next to Riddle, as you stirred a teaspoon in your tea. You giggled at the way Ace and Grimm messed around, while Deuce tried to stop them--only to be pulled into it. Cater laughed happily, the way he held his phone could only mean he probably filmed everything. Trey sat across you, a familiar smirk crawling up his lips as everyone enjoyed themselves.

You decided to take a peak at Riddle, only to notice that he had a terrible scowl on his face. You frowned, in turn, ‘I wonder what happened?’ His face was steadily becoming red, ‘Uh-oh’ you frantically thought of a way to distract him before everyone else caught onto his bad mood, and you had a little ‘Aha!’ moment as you realized one thing you could do. “Riddle~” His sharp gray eyes barely glanced your way, his gaze still focused on the chaos caused by Ace, Deuce and Grimm. “What is it?” He asked, his brow twitched, his grip on his staff tightened. “Did you know? I know how to hold the world in my hands.” “Ohoh?” Riddle scoffed, “As far as I know, the world is too big to do that. That is impossible even with mag--” as he turned to face you, you quickly reached towards him, and placed both of your hands on either of his cheeks. Riddle paused as he met your gaze. “See? I’m holding the world in my hands.” You smiled, all cheeky. Riddle stared at you, his expressions told you his emotions. The furrowed brows meant he was confused, the way his eyes squinted told you he was trying to recall something--and the way his eyes jolted wide told you he understood what you were trying to say. You smiled, and he flushed a pretty shade of red. ‘That’s better!’ “You--what--how--” he sputtered in response.

You gently pressed against his cheeks, and he raised one of his own, to twine your fingers. ‘My world’ you tried to convey this with your eyes, with your touch. His eyes softened very quickly, and you were ready to claim victory when--

“Awww! How cute!” You hear Cater’s happy voice, “I got that live!” “Ewww! What was that?” Grimm’s disgusted voice reached you too, while Ace laughed and Deuce bawled over how cute it was. You turned your head, only to meet Trey’s gaze. His smirk widened, and your cheeks flush red at the realization that the whole of Heartslabyul was paying attention. In your hands, Riddle began trembling. You turned your head back to him quickly, only to notice that he was no longer a pretty shade of red. He was a furious shade of red. “Oh... oh dear...” “[OFF WITH YOUR HEAD]!” Riddle leapt up, and pointed his staff at Cater, who yelped and hid behind Deuce--which led him to get hit with the spell instead. “Senior Cater!” Deuce shrieked, and the whole party descended into madness--as Cater, Ace and Grimm rapidly retreated behind other members, or behind the tables. “Ah... I wasn’t off much help...” you laughed nervously, “in the end he didn’t calm down.” “Nonsense.” Across you, Trey rested his chin on the back of his hand, and shot you a friendly smirk. “He’s in a much better mood.” You looked forward to see the way Riddle had caught Cater, Ace, Deuce and Grimm. They were all kneeling in front of him as he began a sermon.

‘T-that’s a better mood?’ you couldn’t help but wonder, as sweat dripped down your temple. Riddle glanced at you over his shoulder, and the way he quickly averted his gaze told you everything.

You laughed softly. “I guess it is~”

It was rare for Leona to be in a good mood. In fact, you figured he’s probably never in a good mood. Whatever he was feeling--it was always between very bad mood to just lazy bad mood--with lazy bad mood being the best time to approach him about anything. You were pretty good at figuring out where he was on the scale of bad moods, and you often coordinated with Ruggie on updating his “Leona’s Bad Mood Scale”. So, the moment you caught sight of how his ears and whole face twitched, the grip he had on his biceps, and how his tail was thumping in a certain beat--your eyes immediately darted around the Garden, in search for possible explanations for his mood. ‘No sign of anything that could’ve upset him.’ Now normally, whenever he was upset, you tried to cheer him up--sometimes with lame jokes, or ear scratches--he’ll deny it, but it always calms him down. However, he looked to be in a very very bad mood. The ear scratches won’t work. ‘He’s likely to scratch me first.’ You think wryly.

This seemed to be a level that doesn’t currently exist on the “Leona’s Bad Mood Scale”. ‘Huh... I guess it’s time to update that again.’ You make a mental note to tell Ruggie, before you bounced right over into Leona’s line of sight. When he caught sight of you, you noticed how thin his pupils were. His lips pulled back to reveal his teeth as he snarled. “I’m not in the mood herbivore.”

“but Leona, you never are.” you pointed out not-so-innocently, and his scowl became even more severe. ‘Ah... he really looks like a grumpy cat.’ You fixed your expression quickly before he realized you were thinking about how much he looked like your pet cat-- ‘Now, what can I say--?’

“Hey Leona~ I learnt how to do something today~” you bent down, your arms rested on top of your knees as you balanced yourself on the balls of your feet. “I said I’m not interested.” “I learnt how to hold the world in my hands~” you hummed, and his eyes narrowed. “Haah? Are you an idiot? You can’t hold the world in your hands” he snorted in response, that is, until he feels your hands cup his cheeks. “There.” Your eyes shined with genuine affection, as you brushed you hands across his cheeks. “I’m holding the world in my hands.” The way your eyes met his own without fear, but just... concern... and--could he say it?... no he couldn’t even think of it. Your actions--so filled with care--unknotted his tense shoulders, and loosened his tight grip on his arms. “You--” damned herbivore. He sighed very deeply, his eyes sliding shut. Somehow--you always managed to make him lose all the anger brewing just beneath his skin. For some reason--the way you looked at him made nothing else matter. For some reason--you were still looking at him--you were still seeing him. His ears dipped down, and his tail slowed, then relaxed. His whole expression smoothened, and you noticed just the slightest flush of red on his cheeks ‘Aha! Success!’ Then his eyes flashed open. “Eep!” You blinked wearily at the bright light coming from the midday sun, until Leona’s figure covered it up. He had one hand snake up your leg, and you feel your face flush. “Leona!” you squeaked as you tried to grab his hand with your hand, only for him to easily grab yours in turn, and press them above your head. He raised the wrist of his other hand to his face, and used his mouth to tug the button open. “You don’t say things like that and expect nothing coming from me, herbivore.” he chuckled, and gave you a smirk that made you breathless, “be prepared~”

“Oya.” you’re greeted by the sweetly smiling Leech brother, Jade. “If it isn’t the Prefect. Here to visit Azul?” You flushed at how quickly he figured you out, but Jade’s smile only widened into a knowing one. “Yes please. Where is he?” “He’s in the VIP Room.” He quickly noticed the look on your face, so Jade added “Don’t worry. He’s not meeting with a client, he’s just sorting out some paperwork. You can go right ahead.” “Jade... are you sure you’re not a mind reader?” You exhaled, and Jade chuckled softly. “Oh my... I am simply one hell of an assistant.” He pressed a gloved hand over his chest, “well then, do go on. I doubt you’ll make it to Azul if Floyd spots you first.” “Thank you Jade!~” you skipped off, as you easily ducked past Octavinelle students on your way to the VIP room. When you get there, you knocked on the door, only to hear a disgruntled noise from the other side. When you peek into the room, your eyes meet with Azul’s, from behind a stack of paperwork. He blinked once in surprise, before a pleasant smile curled up his lips. “I didn’t think you’d be visiting.” He motioned for you to come in, which you did after firmly shutting the door. “Yeah well, you’ve been busy so I thought I should just drop in and... get a few minutes with you?” your voice trailed off uncertainly as his smile dropped, and his gaze shifted back to his paperwork. “I’d like to finish this.” he decided, “give me a moment?” “Sure.” was barely out of your mouth, before Azul tuned you out and refocused on the papers. Knowing that when Azul said a moment, he actually meant longer, you thought you should just make yourself comfortable across the couches. You sat down, and instantly grabbed a sea salt chocolate from the platter before you. Normally this wasn’t here, but it was something Jade would put whenever he knew you would be coming to visit Azul. Knowing how easily distracted Azul was by his paperwork, you’ve spent a lot of time just sitting here and doing--mostly nothing--until Floyd comes in to kidnap you.

However, you didn’t really want to leave Azul. You crossed your legs, placed your elbow on your thigh as you leant forward, and cupped your own cheek with your hand. You watched as Azul quietly got absorbed into his work. Just watching him made your heart fill with love, he was beautiful. He always was, but there was just... something about him, when he worked... when he was most confident--and at peace--he was truly something to look at. ‘And aren’t I just the luckiest, to call him, mine?’ you think to yourself, giddy--as a goofy smile spread across your lips. You might’ve started dating some time ago, but this was the love story of your dreams--nothing could compare, and you’re sure that every moment you share together will be heartrending. ‘I wonder...’

Your fingers twitch against your cheek, and you blink in realization. Azul’s eyes scanned through the document as fast as he could. While he wasn’t aware enough to realize you were staring at him rather mischievously--he was distinctly aware of your presence, and how close you were to him. You had both been extremely busy. The Headmaster had asked you to look into some matter, while he had got a flood of paperwork regarding Mostro Lounge’s new products. He could feel his heart pound the closer he got to finishing his work. Every paper added to the finished pile, was a second closer to spending time with you. “Azul~” he yelped as he felt you whisper into his ear, your breath tickled him, and made him flinch. He looked up at you with a beet red face. “Don’t surprise me like that!” He frantically looked away, as he pretended to be concerned about his paperwork--but really, he could feel the warmth on his cheeks, and he wanted to calm down. He wanted to be cool and collected around you after all. Curse this human body! He had such a difficult time controlling his emotions-- “I don’t really want to spend anymore time on this--” “Azul~ Did you know, I can hold the world in my hands?” “Eh? Did you have such an ability?” He turned to look up at you, interested in what you had to say, that is until--he felt your warm hands cup his cheeks gently. “Like this~ I can hold the world when I do this.” Your eyes crinkled, and your smile was bright and Azul very much wanted to immortalize this moment. That is until your words finally sunk in and any work he tried to think up of, to cool down, didn’t help. Azul’s face turned bright red, and you would normally be very happy at the fact that he looked pretty pleased too--that is until he blinked rapidly, his eyes getting wet behind his glasses, and the tears began to slide down-- “Oh no, Azul!” you leant down to press a kiss against his tears, and apparently Azul couldn’t handle it anymore. One moment, he was seated in front of you--and in the next moment he disappeared. “Wait, Azul?” you turned your head in confusion, only to see a large, black pot in the corner of the office that you swear wasn’t there before. It was shaking intensely, and you could see tentacles retreating into it. ‘No way...’ with your mouth falling agape, you also couldn’t help but think ‘how cute! Azul is the cutest!’ “Azul! Is this your octopus pot? It’s so cute! You’re so cute!” “Stop it!” The pot shook as Azul wailed from inside, “stop it! I can’t calm down!” “No! It really is cute! Azul! You’re so amazing!” He let out a high pitched sound, but unfortunately for him, you just kept throwing praises despite his desperate begging for you to stop. This is how the Leech twins find you and Azul. Floyd laughed and Jade smirked when you sheepishly explained what happened to their esteemed leader, which led to another whole round of gentle teasing, with Azul yelling that “I’m never leaving this pot!”

The three of you take another whole hour to coax your beloved octopus out of the pot and into your arms again.

"That was amazing Kalim!” you clapped your hands at another successful parade. Kalim beamed at you brightly. “Right? I’m glad you enjoyed it!” Kalim laughed heartily, and you could feel yourself warm at the brilliance of his smile.

‘Kalim... you know you...’

If there was someone who has genuinely helped you smile throughout your time in Twisted Wonderland--it would be no one other than Kalim. He was just so... vibrant. Around him--it was easy to forget how worried you were about your family, friends, your own situation. All of that falls away when faced with Kalim’s genuine good cheer and positivity.

‘That’s why... if I could do something...’

“Hey, Kalim?”

“Hrm?” He looked at you, and you felt your heart melt when you see the way his cheeks puffed up from the food he had eaten (and an idea shapes in your mind at seeing his cheeks). He swallowed, tilting his head, and blinking his bright red eyes at you. ‘Hohhhh my god he’s so adorable...’ “What is it?”

“You know...” you smiled at him, heart pounding at the thought of what you were about to do. “I can hold the world in my hands.” His eyes sparkled in interest.

“Oooh! Can you? Can you really? Can you do it right now?” “Sure I can show you.” With that Kalim focused on you, and you couldn’t help giggle when you noticed a single crumb of bread on his cheek. You reached forward, cupped his face, while gently brushing the crumb of bread off of his cheek. He blinked at you in response.

“Ah... weren’t you going to show me how to hold the world?”

“Yeah.” your eyes automatically softened at that. “I’m doing it right now.” It takes a second for it to sink in--and you know when it does because the most dazzling smile appears on Kalim’s face. “Awww...” He places his hands above yours, and laces your fingers together. He briefly squeezes your fingers in his own palm, before just as quickly as he held your hands--he reached forward and cupped your cheeks as well.

“Now, I’m holding my world too.” He says, in that sweet, cheerful way he does--unaware of how quickly your heart raced at his action. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, and your hands slip off his face, only to cover your own.

“Ah? Is something wrong?”

“You’re so unfair Kalim...” you squeaked, “you weren’t supposed to respond like that!”

“What? Why?” he frowned, as he tried to peer at your face. “Why can’t I tell you the truth? That you are my world as well?”

“That’s because I wanted to do something for you! Not the other way around!” you groaned.

“Ahaha! But you did make me happy!” Kalim clutched your hands, and pulled it from your face so that you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “It makes me even happier that I can tell you--being here, right now... it’s the most wondrous place for you and me.”

You flushed, pleased.

EXTRA:

“Disgusting.” Jamil declared, his face twisted as he watched the adoring couple from several steps away. He couldn’t hold it for long however, and his lips curled as he watched how happy they were.

Vil was used to praise.

He was a model after all. You’d seen the way he reacted to praise. When he’s told how beautiful or handsome he is--he would huff, pleased, with his head tilted back slightly, and then he’d say in a ‘tell-me-something-I-don’t-know’ tone “Yes I am.”

So here you were, figuring out the best way to convey how much you loved him.

He wasn’t a very physically affectionate person, not even in private. He was just used to looking super amazing all the time--that physical affection can sometimes get in the way of that. Out of respect for his craft, you tried not to be too handsy.

Through the mirror, Vil meets your gaze underneath long, pale lashes. His lips curl in a delighted smile.

‘Beautiful.’ You think, ‘And I am so very lucky.’ “Dear one, I know I am beautiful, but you have been staring for quite awhile.” He raised a fine brow. “Is something on your mind?”

“Oh it’s nothing.” You said, a little absentmindedly.

“Ohoh? And I’d think if I was on your mind... I wouldn’t be nothing.” He turned his head to look at you, his blonde-lavender hair brushing his shoulders elegantly at his sudden movement.

“I’m just trying to figure something out.” you murmured softly, as you come closer. Vil turns back to the mirror in response, as he gently begins to fix his hair. You study the way he delicately braids his hair around the crown.

“I’m all ears, dear one.” he said softly, as he studied himself in the mirror. “What do you think?”

“Beautiful as ever, of course.” you said, and he shot you a winning smile--the same sort of smile he’d give a fan. ‘What can I say to him I wonder?’

“Hey Vil.”

“Mhm?”

“Did you know, that you can hold the world in your hands?” He peers up at you curiously.

“Are we looking at this metaphorically or literally?” He arched a brow, “because--for example, I can say I hold the world in my hands because of my job as a model.”

“I mean, I guess you can look at it like that!” You giggle softly, “but no, I mean--literally.” He looks at you curiously.

“Oh? Do tell.” He was about to return to looking at himself in the mirror, when he felt your hands brush his fringe back, and your fingers tremble gently against his jawline. He meets your gaze again, and there’s a certain raw... emotion there that makes him pause.

“See Vil?” you whisper oh so gently. “I’m holding the world in my hands.”

His eyes widened briefly at that, before they slide shut, and he tilts his head to press it against your warm hands. Your hands flinch briefly, and his heart flutters--you truly did understand him--you understood how important his job was to him. You didn’t dismiss it as an extreme form of vanity. You saw it as a part of him, and peacefully just accepted it.

“Is that what you were thinking about?” He turned his head to press a kiss onto your wrist--where he can feel your pulse rise, his lipstick leaving a stain behind.

“Yeah. I just really wanted you to know how important you were to me.” You smiled, and he squeezes your hand in turn.

“Well dear one, I want you to know one thing.” He reaches forward, and strokes your cheek. “You’re very important to me too, so much more than my make up. So I won’t mind this--” he presses your hand against his cheek again. “from time to time, alright?” Your eyes glitter, and he smiles because he nailed exactly what you wanted to get from this.

“Mhm!”

You pouted as you stared at Idia, who was busy coding a new virtual world program. You had gone to the Ignihyde Dorm in the hopes of spending time with your beau, but instead he was distracted by another virtual world.

I mean--no doubt, he was the cutest, especially when he was super fired up doing something. You once saw him doing his idol dance--and it was just so cute. Even if he desperately begged you to forget it, you kept it as treasured memory.

“It’s almost done! I can almost hold it in my hands!” he huffed underneath his breath as his tapping intensifies.

‘World... hands...’ An idea comes to mind, and you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face.

“You know Idia, I can hold the world in my hands.”

“That’s nice.” He said, absolutely not hearing you at all. You huffed, before moving closer.

“Idia.” His rapid tapping continues on, and so does his muttering. So you do the only thing you can do. With great effort, you slink your way under one arm, and pop right in between his arms.

“Gah! You--! You were here?” Idia gaped up at you, and you sweat dropped in response.

‘Unbelievable. He was the one who told me to come in when I knocked earlier, and he didn’t even realize it was me?’ You pouted for a second before, you shook your head. Meanwhile, Idia’s face turned pink when he realized how close you were, so he rolled his chair backwards to make more space in between you two.

“That’s right. I’m here. You’ve been ignoring me Idia.” Idia squawked in surprise.

“I--uh! I didn’t mean too? I’m sorry?” Idia shifted his head from side to side. “But wait--I need to finish this thing-! I’m almost done! I can physically feel this new world in my hands! It’s going to be e p i c!”

“Listen to me first! This will only take a moment!” Idia blinked warily, before he nodded.

“I can hold the world in my hands.” Idia squinted at your hands in response. Not seeing anything, he assumes you mean you can code too? His eyes widened at that and he rapidly looked up to your face.

“Wait, you can code too?” Then he yelped when your hands cupped his face. You couldn’t help but giggle at his completely gobsmacked expression.

“Tada!~ I’m holding the world in my hands~”

Idia stared at you, frozen, as your words replayed in his head.

“Idia?”

‘I’m holding the world in my hands’

“Um... hello? Babe are you there?”

‘holding the world in my hands’

“Idia? Hey...”

‘the world in my hands’

“Hey--you’re worrying me?”

‘So I just unlock a super important scene wherein the absolute waibando* character just confessed to the mc?’

“Hello? Idia.exe?”

‘Hang on Idia, this wasn’t just any waibando character to an mc.’

‘Ah. That’s right. They said it to me’ Idia thought, ‘Which means they’re directly telling me that I’m their world.’ Idia nodded to himself, ‘GG. Cool I figured it out.’

Then it finally, actually dawned on Idia and he promptly combusted into brilliant pink flames.

“Oh no! Idia!” You yelled, at which point Ortho comes running into the room.

“What happened--oh no!” at the sight of his brother on fire, Ortho adjusted his hand, and blasted his brother with his fire extinguisher function.

“Luckily brother installed this system to me.” Ortho says, in a very bright tone, and you only sweat dropped in response as Idia yells about “critical hits.”

[*] waibando - a term created by my friend, Val, that combines waifu and husbando which she uses to refer to her favourite characters. because i wanted to maintain gender neutrality, i decided to use waibando instead of specifically waifu or husbando. this can be used interchangeably with husbaifu. credits to my friend, haha, I asked her for permission to use it here~

“Woah! So you can do all of that, Bright Eyes?”

Malleus hummed in response, “Indeed I can, little one.”

The two of you were taking one of your nightly walks around the Ramshackle Dorm, your arm linked around one of his. (Let it be known, that unknown to you--Sebek, Silver and Lilia were actually stalking you several bushes away. It was only Malleus’s occasional dark glare in their direction that kept Sebek away.)

“Is there anything you can’t do?” You tilt your head as you look at your incredibly tall companion.

“With magic? Nothing. I have long mastered every single spell.” He shrugged his shoulders in disinterest. Magic was... far from impressive. He didn’t really see it as extraordinary. The only reason he was still speaking about it, was because of that glitter of interest in your eyes. He finds that spark in your eyes fascinating, and he had no qualms in teaching you more. After all, who else is better suited to such a task?

“Well... there has to be something...” you put a finger to your lip in deep thought, and he finds it amusing that you thought such a thing could exist. (In the bushes, Sebek staggers upright to yell a ‘HOW DARE--’ but he’s quickly dragged back, out of sight by Silver and Lilia when they see Malleus’s shoulder twitch in response). When you snap your fingers, Malleus turns his gaze back to you, as you pull away from him briefly.

“I figured it out! The one thing you can’t do~”

“Ohoh? Pray tell what is it?” Malleus tilted his head, and you’re briefly distracted by how pretty he is under moonshine and starlight. ��Little one?”

“Ah yeah! Sorry!” you laugh, and he arched his brow, having a very good idea as to what had gotten you distracted. You were never never very quiet with what you thought--it was fascinating, how much he could read from your expressions.

“You can’t hold the world.” This time, when Malleus raised a brow, it’s in bemusement.

“I am certain nobody can do that, little one.”

“Ah-ah-ah~” You move your finger from side to side, like a metronome. “But I can.” you cupped your hands together. “Take a look... I will hold the world in one... two...” you look up to notice he was still standing completely upright.

‘Well... that won’t do... Can’t reach him.’

“Come on Bright Eyes!” you laugh. “You won’t see it if you’re so far away.” You gesture for him to draw closer. He obliges, patiently, as he leans forward to inspect your palms.

“I will hold the world in one... two...” Malleus blinked, “and three~”

Your hands are gently cupping his face, as you grin up at him.

‘Ah.’ Malleus realized what you were trying to say, and he chuckled softly.

“Aren’t you simply... amazing.” he murmured gently, as he reached down to pat you on the head. “You continue to surprise me, little one. To think I thought nothing else could do so.”

“Hehe...” you blushed at his praise, and as you drew your hands back, he grasped onto one, and pressed a kiss against the back of your hands. Your blush brightened at the gesture and he smiled fondly.

‘Little do you know...’ Malleus mused, as you tugged him to continue walking. ‘Someone who holds as much power as I... can destroy the world.’ He glanced at your bright smile, and happy countenance--having not a single ounce of fear for him, despite knowing who he was. ‘Perhaps you do hold the fate of the world in your hands, little one.’

Extra:

“Sebek... are you okay?”

“Hnggh!” Sebek bit the handkerchief, and tugged. ‘I wish I could’ve told Lord Malleus he was my world first!’

“Ignore him Silver.”

“Ah...”

#aiwrites #aiscenarios #twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst riddle #twst leona #twst azul #twst kalim #twst vil #twst idia #twst malleus #ai twst hold series

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years

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“ah-choo”

If you think it’s stupid you can delete it but how about the dorm leaders reacting to their s/o’s squeaky cute sneeze

-- from Anonymous

A/N: Not stupid at all Anon! It’s cute!! It isn’t as lengthy as my other stuff, but I hope you enjoy either way~!

When you let out a sneeze in the middle of an Unbirthday Party, Riddle immediately turned to you--a handkerchief in hand.

“Here.” he held out the red cloth to you. You shot him a grateful look before you quickly hunched over and sneezed twice into it in succession.

“Thanks.” your voice was muffled, but Riddle inclined his head in response. He watched you let out a couple more sneezes...

While you had startled him earlier with how suddenly you had sneezed, now that he had composed himself...

It was quite cute.

You looked up to see that Riddle was looking at you with a...

Well... if you were allowed to describe it--it was an expression of fondness, perhaps even adoration.

“Um,” you cleared your throat. “Thank you for lending me your handkerchief.”

“Of course.” He blinked, and flushed as he realized you had caught him staring at you.

“I’ll wash it and give it back to you.” you promised, and he nodded--not really paying attention.

“There is no need to rush.” he assured you gently, and you shot him a grateful smile.

“Thank you Riddle. You’re really a gentleman.” You said with a brilliant grin. In turn, Riddle’s blush darkened.

“That is...” he inhaled. “of course I am!”

You giggled at the way he puffed up his chest in pride.

‘Ah Riddle... you’re so cute.’ You couldn’t help but think with deep affection.

You were in the gardens, Leona’s head nestled in your lap when you had the sudden urge to sneeze.

‘Ah dear...’ You tried to hold your breath, and rapidly pulled out a tissue from your pocket.

“Hah--hah--choo!” you sneezed into the tissue. You sniffed once, then again--before another sneeze came out of your mouth. On your lap, Leona’s ears twitched before he opened one eye to glance up at you.

“Sorry.” you said, before you sneezed a final time.

“Hmph.” You pulled back as Leona sat upright. He rubbed the back of his head, and his tail began to swing around.

“Sorry.” you couldn’t help but apologize again. “and after I promised that I wouldn’t disturb you...” Leona grunted in response, as he squinted at the sky.

“I’m going back to Savanaclaw.” Leona stood up, and you blinked blankly at him.

“Huh? But you normally nap longer...”

“Well, I want my bed.” Leona said shortly, before he offered you a hand. You’re lucky none of your snot went to your hands, and you happily let him pull you to stand on your feet. As per usual, without saying a word, the prince escorted you all the way to the Ramshackle dorm.

“Thank you, Leona. Sorry you couldn’t sleep longer.”

“You can stop apologizing.” he sighed, before he shot you another glance. “make sure to wash up.”

“Uh--?” you tried to ask, but Leona quickly turned around and walked away.

After you showered before going to bed, you let out another sudden sneeze. At that you realized--

‘Did he cut his nap short because he thought I might’ve gotten sick because of the pollen or something?’

Your heart warmed instantly at the thought.

“Oh Leona...” you couldn’t help but mumble. “what will it take for you to be more honest...?”

“Hah-choo!”

As you sneezed, Azul immediately turned to look at you. You gave him a guilty smile.

“Sorry.” you apologized, as you sniffled. “I don’t know why that happened.”

“Sweet Witch, that was so cute.” slipped out of Azul’s mouth.

The two of you stared at each other. You were surprised he had said anything, and he was surprised at how that unconsciously slipped out of his mouth.

“...”

The longer you two stared at each other, the more you could see the other’s face flush red. You lifted your hands to your cheeks as your gaze shifted away in embarrassment. Meanwhile, Azul had scrambled to grab his fedora off his head and used it to hide the lower half of his face.

“I--I’m sorry! I didn’t mean that!” Azul declared, before he immediately balked. “No wait, I mean--I do mean it. It was cute--you’re cute--! No--wait--I--!” Azul squeaked as that slipped out of his mouth, and were his eyes prickling with tears?

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to make it sound weird!” Azul finally got out in one breath. In turn, you couldn’t help but giggle at Azul’s flustered expression.

“Ah... um... thank... you?” you said, a little shy.

“You’re...” Azul cleared his throat, as his shoulders slackened at your response. “you’re welcome...”

“Uh... Azul...?” He finally met your gaze again, and with a soft beam, you told him--

“I think you’re cute too!”

Azul’s face flamed up in response, and he began to make high pitched distressed noises at your sudden compliment. You couldn’t help but ‘aww’ at his expression, before you grew alarmed when he began to choke on air.

“Wait--don’t choke Azul!”

Kalim turned to you when he heard you sneeze once, then twice.

“That’s so cute.” He let out.

In turn, you shot him a confused look as Jamil offered you tissues.

“Wha--?” your voice was muffled by the tissues, but Kalim only shot you a wide grin.

“Your sneeze! It’s cute! And squeaky!” he added with a grin. Your face immediately flushed red in response, and Jamil slapped his hand across his own face.

“You--that is--why--”

“It really sounded cute! Especially compared to mine!” Kalim laughed. “My sneezes are super noisy--but yours is so cute!”

“Oh my god...” you voice was even more muffled now as you buried your face into the palms of your hands. “It’s embarrassing. Please stop.”

“Why? It’s so cute!”

“You should be more concerned about why they sneezed.” Jamil sighed deeply, as he shot you a concerned glance.

“Oh that’s right.” Kalim nodded at the vice-dorm leader before he leaned close to you.

“Are you okay?” Kalim tilted his head. “Jamil makes a really good soup whenever I get sick.”

“I don’t think I’m sick.” you protested, but Kalim wasn’t really the type to listen when he’s got his mind on something.

“Jamil, can you make that soup?”

“Of course.” Jamil nodded at Kalim, before he glanced at you, “it will be no bother.” he reassured, then he stood up and left the room.

“Ah... it’s fine. I’m not sick...” you continued to say but Kalim shook his head.

“It’s fine! It’s better safe than sorry, yeah?” Kalim grinned.

“Well... I guess you’re right.” you sighed, it was difficult to argue with Kalim--everything he did was because he was genuinely looking out for you.

“Excellent! I guess this means we should host a slumber party--” Kalim began to rattle off, and you sweated a little because...

‘Jamil isn’t going to be pleased.’ you thought, exasperated but fond as Kalim’s eyes glimmered in excitement for the night to come.

Vil powdered your face--and your nose immediately twitched. In the next second, you quickly moved your head away, and cupped your face in your hands as you sneezed.

“Ah-choo!”

‘Cute.’ Vil acknowledged, his lips unconsciously lifted into a smile as you sneezed again into your palms. When you finally stopped sneezing, Vil pulled out a tissue and handed it to you.

“Thanks.” you wheezed, as you wiped your nose, and your hands.

“This is nothing, sweet potato.” Vil handed you some hand cream, which, to your knowledge was something like hand sanitiser in this world. You muttered another soft thanks at that.

“Are you sure you aren’t allergic to anything?” Vil glanced down at the powder he had been using.

“I... I don’t think so.” you let out a final sneeze into the tissue, “I think it was the sensation.” you finally said, as you finished with the tissue--balled it up, and tossed it into the trash bin.

When you looked up at him, he let out a soft noise of disapproval. He leaned forward, and gently patted around the edges of your eye.

“You teared up a little.” he hummed.

“Did I mess it up?” your worry, made his lips lift into another elegant smile.

“Not too much. It’s still salvageable.”

“Sorry.” you frowned, “I know you worked hard...”

“It’s fine. Besides...” Vil moved closer to your face to touch up your eyes. He met your gaze from underneath his pale lashes. Your faces were so close, you could see the way his lashes tangled as he blinked. You swallowed--you would never not to be in awe of Vil’s beauty.

“I got to see such a cute face~”

Idia was completely concentrated on his game when your sudden sneeze startled him out of it.

“Oh! Lord damn it!” he swore as the Operators on his game, Arkdays, were eliminated because his finger slipped. He quickly quit the map, and wildly looked around for the source of the noise that disrupted his concentration.

When he noticed that you were looking at him, all sheepish, with a tissue over your nose--his shoulders visibly slackened.

“Oh, you’re here.” Idia blinked. “What happened?”

“I--ah-choo!” you sniffled into the tissue. “I sneezed. Sorry. I didn’t mean to break your concentration.”

“Oh... uh... it’s fine.” Idia scratched at the back of his head. He watched you let out another sneeze, and he’s suddenly struck by how adorable it sounded.

‘And the way your nose wrinkled...’ Idia thought. ‘that’s so cute! I’m #blessed!’

Though after you sneezed again, he thought--’Ah... I should do something...’ He quickly glanced around his table, before he spotted something he thought could help you.

“Take this.”

You looked at his hands to see that he had offered you a mint.

“It should... help.” he said, awkwardly.

“Ah... thank you Idia.” you give him one of your sweet smiles, and he felt his face flush at your heartrending expression. “Sorry I disturbed you.”

“No it’s fine!” he said quickly, “if it’s you... it’s fine.” he had mumbled out.

“Did you say something?” you cocked your head to the side and Idia squeaked.

“No! No I didn’t!” You shot him a befuddled look as you slipped the mint into your mouth.

“If you say so...”

You let out a sneeze, and you--at first--don’t notice the way Malleus turned to you, startled at the sudden noise.

You only do when he lets out a soft chuckle.

“Is something funny?” you peered up at the tall, dragon fae.

“It’s nothing much.” Malleus said, his lips curled up into a wide smirk. Somewhat wary, you squinted at him.

“From the way you’re smiling it doesn’t seem like nothing...” you said, with narrowed eyes. Malleus let out another chuckle.

“It’s...” he paused as he seemed to mull over the best way to tell you. “It’s just that... I shouldn’t have been surprised to know you make a cute noise when you sneeze, my little light.”

“Huh--? I--” you flushed red as he actually took notice of the way you sneezed. “Sneezing isn’t cute!”

“Ah, then you should know that I’ve sneezed fire before--” (”Wait that doesn’t make sense?”) “Therefore I can guarantee, that your sneeze was most definitely adorable, little light.” he said, with a smile--while you flushed all the way to your ears.

“Geez... suddenly mentioning my sneeze of all things...” you huffed as you looked away, you were incredibly aware of how red your face was--so you raised a hand to fan your cheeks. Malleus let out another chuckle as he reached forward to pat you on the head.

“Besides,” he mused. “you’re such a small human compared to me... whatever you do will always be cute in my eyes.”

Your flush only darkened. Malleus felt a certain pleasure and thrill in the way the red on your cheeks spread.

“Please stop.”

“Ah, but you look adorable like this.” You made a mournful noise at that.

‘Let days like this last longer...’ Malleus thought quietly, as he watched you huff in embarrassment.

#aiwrites #aiscenarios #twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst riddle #twst leona #twst azul #twst kalim #twst vil #twst idia #twst malleus

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“you are the best thing, that’s ever been mine”

Hi! If you could can you write the dorm leaders squishing/reacting to their s/o’s soft and adorable cheeks, or just them cupping their cheeks in their hands (like those vids with the dogs fitting themselves in their owner’s hands)

- from Anonymous

A/N: Hi Anon~! Thank you so much for this! I listened to Taylor Swift’s whole Speak Now album to get into the vibe... and “Mine” seemed to suit it... so that’s where the title is from! ... This almost got called Chubby Bunny but... I never liked that game xD

"Uwawa~ Riddle this is delicious!” You had hummed, a fork pressed against your lips, and a hand on your cheek as you chewed happily. Riddle was torn between being incredibly pleased or embarrassed at the amount of praise that you were casually throwing at him.

“Of course!” Riddle decided, as he puffed his chest out and straightened his back.

“You definitely learnt from last time.” you giggled, as you remembered how he had actually taken Trey’s statement seriously about the oyster sauce...

“That was Trey’s fault.” Riddle defended himself and you giggled again.

“Either way, this is delicious~” you pop another slice of it into your mouth. “Ish really good~”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” He scolded lightly, as he brushed a gloved hand at the corner of your mouth to remove pie crumbs. At the action, you beamed at him brilliantly, and his heart melted at how adorable you looked.

Unconsciously he found himself cupping your cheek as you chewed your pie. You blinked at hm in surprise, and as you swallowed, you closed your eyes and leant your face into his palm. He felt his face flare up in response.

Under the light of the hot afternoon sun, surrounded by the red roses of Heartslabyul and the colorful tea set prepared for the Tea Party...

You--serene, eyes shut, and the way you leant into his touch so naturally--his pulse leapt in response.

Resplendent.

“You...”

When Riddle began to speak your eyes opened to peer at him curiously.

“...”

“Riddle?”

“I’m glad I met you.” Riddle said, his heart pounded in his ears.

“Hrm?”

“If it weren’t for you... I don’t think I could be myself.”

“You give me too much credit... Ace, Trey, everyone... they were there too.” you laughed lightly, but he shook his head.

“Yes but... you’re here right now.” he said very quietly, as he reached his other hand to lace with your own. “You’re by my side. You’re my friend, and also my...” here he paused as his blush brightened, and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face in response. “My lover...” he whispered.

“Thank you.” he smiled gently, “for helping me find who I want to be... and for accepting me as myself.”

“Silly Riddle.” you giggled as you leant forward to press your forehead against his. “That’s not something you need to thank me about!”

“So you say but...”

His eyes fluttered shut, and his heart might be beating fast--but he was at peace with you by his side.

‘Thank you, [Name]... for being mine.’

Leona felt something tickle his nose, which made his whole face twitch. As he jerked his head away from the ticklish sensation, the light of the morning sun hit his eyes, and he blinked rapidly.

‘Morning.’ he sighed, already exhausted just at the thought of it. When he looked away from the wide windows of his dorm room, he glanced down to see your head lying on his right arm. ‘No wonder I couldn’t move it.’

Since he couldn’t move (not that Leona wanted to move), he decided to watch you until he fell asleep again. He raised a hand and began to brush it through your hair--aimlessly choosing to untangle your hair. He snorted softly to himself as you let out a particularly loud snore against his arm.

He resolved to tease you about it later... but for now.

He spent the morning admiring the way you looked in his arms, in his bed--in his room, greeting the dawn of a new day by his side.

To be honest...

‘It’s not a bad look on you.’ he decided, ‘it’s something I can get used to.’

His tanned hand trailed down, from your hair, and cupped your cheek gently--brushing the pad of his thumb against your cheek.

Your cheek was soft against his touch, and from this close he could see the way freckles dotted your skin. He loved to nap in patches of sunlight, and since you constantly spent time with him--he had, on more than one occasion--dragged you to lie with him under the sun. When his thumb brushed underneath your eye, your lashes twitched.

“Mhm... Leona...” you muttered, and his ear twitched in response to that.

“Are you dreaming about me, herbivore?” he asked lowly, at which you didn’t respond. You did however turn your head. Originally you had tucked your head underneath his chin, and had tangled your legs with his at some point in the night. You turned your whole body so that all your back was pressed against the bed--your head still on his arm.

As the light of the sun illuminated your whole form, he could see the way your eye lashes twitched, but determinedly stayed shut. He chuckled at that. He slowly slid his arm out from underneath your head and moved to straddle you.

His other hand still cupped your cheek, and he leant down to brush his nose against yours.

He cherished this quiet moment.

He knew he wasn’t the best person at expressing his happiness with you being by his side. It was just... difficult for him.

You--ever so kind, and understanding--you knew these things without prompting. You had never demanded more of him than he was comfortable giving--even if (and this is something he would never tell anyone--) he would push himself--if it was something you truly wanted.

“When did I become so smitten with you?” he asked, underneath his breath as he stared at you--as if your sleeping face held all the answers to his problems.

And wasn’t there a sense of truth in that?

When he had asked the universe for a mate who would see him--

The universe had delivered you to him.

Under the morning light of the sun, as he pressed a brief kiss against your forehead, he renewed his promise.

‘You will never be left wanting,’ he thought, ‘you are mine.’

You had been standing with Azul next to the huge window of Octavinelle’s Mostro Lounge that peered into the depths of the sea when you feel something enter your eye.

“Ack--!” Azul’s head whipped in your direction when you start making uncomfortable noises.

“[Name], are you alright?”

“Hngh... Yeah--just--something got in my eye.” You rapidly begin blinking, but the irritation causes you to start crying. Azul twitched at that--he hated seeing your tears. So he reached forward and gently cupped your face in his hand before he leaned in.

“Which eye?”

“This one.” you point at your left eye as you rapidly blink. “Blow please?”

“Of course.” Azul gently brushed the tears away, as he raised his lips to gently blow at your eye. “How’s that, my love?”

“Still there.” you said as you blinked again. Azul repeated the process until you finally confirmed that it was gone.

Azul had chosen not to let you go though, and as you blinked your tears away, he would gently swipe them at them with the pads of his fingers. In the process of that, Azul began to grow lost in thought.

Azul hated your tears as much as he hated his own.

He had always hated that he was quick to cry about almost everything--especially about anything that made him feel upset.

He hated your tears because it meant that you had been hurt. He (and the twins really) always fell into an overprotective state whenever your eyes would turn glassy.

You--who had chosen him despite all his flaws...

Despite all of his mistakes, his faults, his imperfections...

He had long accepted that he wasn’t worthy of your love, to have your presence at his side.

But for some reason you chose him--you had still chosen him.

It’s because of that, that he was so grateful you were willing to stay by his side.

The least he could do is make sure you will never cry.

The least he could do is be the best person he can be, so you would be proud to call him your lover.

And if in your future you would cry--then Azul will do everything in his power to at least make them tears of joy.

You stared into Azul’s eyes. You could tell he was a million miles away, deeply reminiscing...

“See something you like?” He flinched at you suddenly speaking, and realized he’d been holding your face for a socially inappropriate length of time.

“Sorry I’ll--”

“You mean you don’t like what you see?”

“That’s-- of course not!” His face brightened, going from the lightest shade of pink to a brilliant shade of red. You giggled in response.

“You--why must you keep teasing me like this?” he sighed, as he rubbed his fingers against your cheeks. “You didn’t use to do this.”

“I got it from Jade and Floyd.” you chirped back, and you giggled at his angry mutterings of ‘corruptions’ and ‘why I oughta--’

He’s distracted from his ramblings when he felt you lace your fingers with his hands.

“Such gentle, caring hands.” you hummed. “the hands of the one who makes me happy.”

You thought it was impossible for his blush to intensify--but it did.

The way your eyes fluttered close in bliss, the happy smile on your lips and the way that the ocean’s waves illuminated your skin made him think--

‘You belong here, right by my side.’

“I’ll,” he paused as he cleared his throat, He blinked rapidly, and hoped that he wouldn’t start crying. “I will do my best to be someone who can make you even happier.”

“I’m already happiest by your side Azul.” you beamed up at him, your eyes contained the endless depth of your love, and he felt like he could drown in them. “Just never let go.”

“I have no plans too.” He said, serious, at which you giggled.

“I think this is the part you kiss me.” you said, all cheeky, and though the red on his cheeks flare up again, he leant down to kiss you.

If Azul used contracts to make a deal with other people--what you had were his kisses.

Azul’s tender kisses were his promises to you--of never letting go, and of happiness in your relationship.

"Do you like the food [Name]?” Kalim beamed at you, and you couldn’t help but beam back--your cheeks filled with tasty treats from the Land of Hot Sands.

“Mhm! Kalim ish good!” Kalim only laughed at how adorable you were when you spoke with a mouth full.

“I’m glad you like it!” Kalim nodded happily as he too began to eat, “Jamil cooks very well after all.” Jamil twitched as he was mentioned, and when he looked up from his meal, he’s instantly blinded by both of your brilliant smiles.

“Jamil! Thanks!” Jamil felt his brow twitched as the both of your spoke with your cheeks filled with food.

“Stop talking with your mouths full.” he reminded, while he thought ‘these two were made for each other.’ You both simultaneously swallowed your food, cleared your throats and spoke in unison again--

“Jamil!~ Thanks for the food~!” you both beamed.

‘Ugh, bright.’ he thought, as he sighed and looked away, his hand tugging at his hoodie. “Yeah yeah, just eat already.”

In response the two of you promptly dug in and kept eating.

“Mhm~ I really love the spices used.” you hummed.

Kalim couldn’t help but just smile at how much you enjoyed spending time in Scarabia and taking a part in his culture. He wanted to bring you home with him for sure during one of the breaks--he would love to share with you the culture of his home.

You were adorable already in your enthusiasm for his culture, he can’t wait to write a letter off to home to ensure that you would have clothes from his culture too. He was sure you would be thrilled with it.

You chewed happily, but when you looked up you noticed that Kalim was looking at you with a really goofy grin.

“Hrm? Is something up Kalim? Do I have something on my face?”

“No, you’re just really cute.” he said with a grin (a few seats away, Jamil thumped his head against a table and groaned in disgust).

You felt your cheeks flare up in response.

“Aw! You look even cuter with red cheeks!” Kalim declared as he reached forward to cup your face in his hands. You swallowed, nearly choking in the process as you felt your face become hotter.

“Ungh! Kalim! Don’t embarrass me!”

“But I can’t help it! I adore you!” he said, with a wide grin and your heart pounded in your ears because this boy was going to be the death of you.

“Kalim is cuter than me!” you protested, as you reached forward to press your hands against his cheeks.

“No, you are!” he mushed your cheeks together, and laughed as you struggled against his hands.

“No you are!” you pinched his cheeks in response, and when both of your gazes meet, you shared a giggle at how silly you two probably looked like.

“You two...” you both flinched as you see Jamil give you both a death stare. “Finish your food or so help me...”

“Sorry Jamil!” you both yelped as you dug in back into your meals--though that didn’t stop the two of you from sharing a glance, and giggling to yourselves.

"Hold still, my sweet potato.” Vil ordered with a roll of his eyes. “I need to put this eyeliner on you.”

“I just don’t like things close to my eyeballs.” you tried to defend yourself. “It scares me.”

“I’ve been doing make up for a long time, sweet potato.” Vil chided gently. “Do you not trust me?”

“Yes?” you would’ve shrugged if Vil would’ve let you but he didn’t. “No? Yes? It’s me? It just... makes me uncomfortable.”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say you didn’t trust me.” Vil huffed, before he quite literally used his other hand to keep your face still by cupping your cheek. “Do not move, or we’ll have to start from the top.” he threatened, you let out a whiny sound.

“I mean it, sweet one.” Vil said, “I’ll have to reapply the moisturizer, the foundation--”

“Alright, alright.” your fist clenched as you tried to hold your position.

“Close your eyes.” you obeyed, and you caught the satisfied smile that spread on your lover’s pink lips, before you completely closed your eyes.

Vil leant in as he began to line your eyes with a deep violet color. He could see your eyelids quiver at his movements, and the way your lips twisted downward in discomfort. Despite that, you put up with him. It made his smile slip into a much gentler one. When he pulled away, he immediately warned you not to open your eyes yet so that the liner could dry. You mumbled out a protest, but kept your eyes shut.

Vil couldn’t help but chuckle underneath his breath.

You were truly--

peculiar.

His hold on your face slackened, and though you twitched in response to that, you didn’t open your eyes. He leant forward, and began to gently blow over your lids so they’d dry faster. He could see the minuscule twitch of your eyes, and nose at the sudden sensation. He pulled back a little to admire your face against his palm.

Don’t get him wrong--you were always going to be splendidly beautiful in his eyes--whether he was waking up in the morning to see you snoring away, or when you were busy stuffing yourself away with your favourite food but--

But because he was a social media celebrity, he knew that some people didn’t like you. There were people out there with ugly hearts who refused to acknowledge your relationship because of it.

You always told him you didn’t mind, that what mattered was that you both loved each other.

While that placated Vil, there was just one thing he wanted to do.

He wanted to show you off.

He was very happy to be taken, and proud that you were his partner.

He wanted people to realize how amazing you are.

He wanted them to realize that you were a steal--and that you belonged to Vil as much as he belonged to you.

So when he’s painting your eyelids lavender to match the tips of his hair, and your lips the matching pink shade on his own lips--he’s declaring that to the world--

‘This person is mine. Just as must as I am theirs. They are the best thing I have and no criticism you throw our way will get in the way of that.’

“Vil, are you done?” you asked.

“Let me just put the finishing touch.” he said, as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and leant in to press a soft kiss against your lips.

A soft one, just so he doesn’t have to redo anything.

When he pulled back, he’s delighted to see the red tint rise to your cheeks.

“Beautiful.” he smiled, “you can open your eyes now.”

Your eyes fluttered open, and his heart leapt--

you looked so good in his colors.

You eagerly stared up at the monitor, back at Idia, and repeated this several times before the Ignihyde dorm leader finally gave in.

“Alright.” he sighed very deeply as you cheered. “I’ll help you make your character.”

“I want them to look like me please!” you requested, and Idia nodded.

It was easy enough for him to maneuver the mouse around to make sure that the character model had your hair, and body type. Then he zoomed in on the face.

“Come closer.” he instructed with a tone of confidence that you normally didn’t hear from the Ignihyde dorm leader. You blinked in surprise, but shrugged. Once you had pulled your chair closer to him, Idia wasted no time and cupped your face with his hand. He brought his face close as he began to customize the character’s face to look like yours.

“[Name]’s forehead is small, but cute...”

“Their brows should be like this...”

“[Name]’s eyes are sparkly, I can get blinded by them...”

“Cute. Nose.”

“I love kissing their lips... The shape are like this...”

“The jawline--yes, soft and adorable...”

You could feel your face heat up as he muttered all this lovingly underneath his breath--as if that would make it so that you couldn’t hear it.

“Alright, I’m done.” Idia’s smile was wide and pleased as he turned back to you.

Your face was red.

“Are you okay, [Name]?” he tilted his head in concern.

“That is...” you muttered as you lowered your face to hide your expression.

That’s when it hits Idia that he’s holding your face in his hand.

“Eeek! Sorry!” he yelped as he pulled his hand away from yours.

“No--no it’s fine.” you squeaked in response as your hands flew to your face, as you hoped you can get the red flush on your cheeks to calm down.

“I’m sorry! I held your face without permission!”

“No--no it’s not that Idia!” you protested.

“Then--what, what was it?” he asked, his own hands covered his face. He felt his heart get hit by a bunch of arrows when you shyly look up at him through your lashes.

‘Cute! You were so cute! If he had just a bit more confidence, he’d tell you that everyday and kiss you!’

“I...Idia... did you...” you glanced away awkwardly at the monitor, and he followed your gaze to the 3d model of a character made to look like you. “Do you... often, mutter under your breath?”

“Uh well--Ortho tells me I do it a lot but I normally don’t realize I...” Idia froze in response.

“[Name]...?”

“Yeah?”

“You mean I... was I thinking out loud?”

“Um. Yeah.” you squealed lightly, and his whole body turned red.

“Oh no! Ortho! Your brother is on fire!”

Malleus stared expressionlessly up at the sky as he waited for you.

“Tsunotaro!” you had greeted when you had seen him earlier in the halls. “Are you going on a walk tonight?”

“I will.” He nodded, beside him Sebek bristled at the nickname.

“Cool~ Wait for me okay?” you beamed, before you skipped off. “See you Tsunotaro!”

“Lord Malleus,” Sebek hesitated. “If I may be allowed to ask...?”

“You’re already asking.” Malleus arched a brow as Sebek sputtered quickly.

“My apologies.” he said, as he quickly jerked down to bow, “but I must ask--why do you let that person call you nicknames?”

Malleus stared down at Sebek who began to sweat at the intensity of the young Lord’s stare. Malleus sighed, and he looked up in the direction you had left.

Truthfully it was because...

(”Who are you?” an innocent question, and the curious face of a person who didn’t know him.

I didn’t want this person to realize who I was because--)

“Who knows?” Malleus hummed, before he turned away.

A faint sound disrupted his thoughts.

Malleus blinked, and turned his head to see you creep up on him. You were hidden behind a tree, the shadows overwhelmed your form. (He frowned--you did not belong in the shadows.)

“Ah, you heard that?” Once you made eye contact, you stepped away from the shadows, and walked right into the moonlight. Malleus could feel his face smoothen at the way the iridescent, soft glow of the moon kissed your features. (’Better,’ he thought to himself.)

“Were you attempting to sneak up on me?” Malleus asked, a smirk grew on his lips. Ah, weren’t you just so adorable and amusing?

“I tried.” you shrugged, before you finally paused to stand before him. “Hey, why is it that even when sitting down, you’re still taller than me?”

“Perhaps you should sleep early.”

“Eh? Then won’t that mean I can’t accompany you on your walks?” Malleus stood slowly, and carried with him such elegance that makes your breath catch in your throat. Malleus was just too pretty.

Your thoughts halt when Malleus reached forward to cup your face with a hand. Instinctively you lean in, and pressed your cheek against his large hand.

“You are not afraid at all.” No matter how much Malleus knew this, it never ceases to amaze him.

He--is a dragon fae.

He--is the fifth strongest magician in this world.

He--is the heir to the throne of the Valley of Thorns.

He is a terrifyingly powerful immortal--and you were a soft, delicate mortal with a body that could break and a spirit that could be lost if he is not mindful of himself.

Yet you let him touch you like this.

He stared into your eyes, tiny windows to the galaxy of your soul. He wished he could read your mind, spend time exploring all of which that made up every facet of you.

You were so dazzling.

Your fingers laced with his, as you pressed his cool hand against your warm cheek.

“How could I be afraid?” your eyes flickered upward shyly as you look into Malleus’ bright ones.

“This hand could kill you.”

He said, as nonchalantly as he would speak about the weather.

“No,” you disagreed. “this is the hand of a kind person.”

His eyes widened, and he felt his heart skipped a beat at that.

“This is the hand of a person who helped me despite not knowing me,” you continued. “this is the hand of a lonely man, who has a pretty smile when I make him laugh.”

He could feel his face heat up at that.

Malleus Draconia--blushed.

“I’ve never been called kind before.” he commented idly.

“Well, people should see that you’re a kind person, Tsunotaro!” you exclaimed, as you puffed your cheeks in frustration.

He only laughed in response, as he gently squeezed your cheeks.

“I don’t think I need anyone else to know that.”

“Huh? but why?”

He hummed and chose not to answer you. Instead he leant down to pull you in a warm embrace, his hold on you tightened as you tentatively wrapped your arms around his body.

‘That’s because... I need only hear it from you, my bright light.’

#aiwrites #aiscenarios #twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst riddle #twst leona #twst azul #twst kalim #twst vil #twst idia #twst malleus

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years

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“do you even lift bro?” ver iii - leech twins, jamil, epel, rook and lilia

Your headcanons for the fem reader bridal carrying the guys were GOLD! Can I request the same for Lilia, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, Divus, Epel and Rook? Thank you! -- from @shenanigansposts

A/N: It’s here! It’s back! It’s “do you even lift bro?”! Honestly, I’m still stunned at the response this series gets xD anyways. I’m sorry I’ve gotten slower on updates, but I don’t want to write with any negativity in my heart. I want to enjoy writing, because otherwise I know my pieces will show that. Creative works truly reflect the mood of the writer, so I try to always be in my happy place when I write so that these can be fun! ^^

Please do enjoy!

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (dire, divus, ashton), ver iii (this)

Jade’s head jerked up as you rushed into the infirmary.

“Jade! Are you okay?” you scrambled over to him in worry.

“Hello flower.” he greeted, quite cheerful, despite the fact that his ankle was in a cast. “I’m quite well really.”

You shot a look at his ankle--before you turned to the school nurse. The school nurse gave you a patient smile as they explained what happened.

“He didn’t break anything. He just twisted it from climbing that mountain today...” The nurse eyed your lover. “in search of mushrooms.”

“I was very successful.” Jade nodded sagely. “Mostro Lounge’s menu will be full with them. Flower, I insist you try them.” You tried to give him a stern look, but his genuine appreciation for mushrooms (of all things! mushrooms!) caused your lips twitch up into a smile.

“So does this mean he doesn’t need to stay in the infirmary?”

“He doesn’t.” the nurse confirmed. “Unfortunately we currently don’t have any crutches, and Mr. Leech is adamant about not flying--if you could call his brother perhaps? Or Mr. Ashengrotto.” the nurse suggested.

“It’s fine, I can handle it.” you waved a dismissive hand. The nurse arched a brow, and Jade shot you a curious glance--mind finally off mushrooms.

“Just... make sure he doesn’t put any pressure on his foot.” The nurse said, “we’ll be sending crutches over to his dorm by tonight... or tomorrow afternoon at the latest. I can write you a slip that will allow you to skip some of your morning classes.”

The nurse quickly filled up a form, and you stopped in front of Jade. Your boyfriend eyed you in interest.

“How are you planning on helping me, flower? Floyd or Azul...”

“It’s fine.” you said dismissively again. “I’ll show you in a bit.” The nurse handed you the note, and you easily leaned forward, and slipped it into Jade’s pocket. (”Don’t lose that!” “Yes, madam~” he had chuckled, and you flushed.) You huffed, and before he could even blink--you easily pulled him up into your arms bridal style. Jade’s eyes widened, and the nurse shrieked in surprise.

“Wait! Put him down!” the nurse squeaked.

“Oh it’s fine. Jade’s actually pretty light.” you shrugged, and with a glance the nurse did notice that you showed no signs of strain.

“If you’re sure.” the nurse said, flustered.

“Yup. Thank you so much!” you shot the nurse a smile. The nurse went to open the door for you as you left the infirmary with a baffled Jade in your arms.

You turned your head, to see an uncharacteristically surprised expression on Jade’s face. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was slightly agape.

“I didn’t break you, right?” you asked, and he finally blinked.

“Aa. I just... did not expect you to be this strong, flower.” Jade finally said, his lips curled into a pleasant grin. “I had a general idea since you were always so willing to do the heavy lifting... Have you always been this strong?”

“Yeah.” you shrugged. “People often told me it was unattractive for a girl though. Said something about how it wasn’t cute.” you huffed. “I worried about it before but... I’m learning to accept it about myself.”

Jade tilted his head, and he raised a hand to cup your cheek gently. His hand moved, and curled under your chin to make your eyes meet his own.

“I think it’s very attractive.” you flushed, and Jade chuckled lowly. “Everyday I’ve been finding new things to love about you. This one is most definitely today’s ‘new thing’~” You could feel your face heat up even further.

“I--you’re unfair as ever Jade.” you sighed, and he shot you a pleased grin.

“I’ll make it up with some mushroom risotto.”

“You’ll have to tell me how to make it. I can’t make you cook in this state.”

“I injured my ankle, not my hands.” Jade raised a fine brow.

“Yeah but... Let me pamper you.” your voice grew quiet. “Let me do it this time.” Jade laughed gently.

“Very well, milady.”

“WAHAHAHAH! JADE! PFFFT!”

“What happened Jade--wait, Floyd! Don’t jump--”

CRASH.

“[Surname]!” you flinched, and turned around. You blinked in surprise as you see Professor Crewel stride up to you whilst he gritted his teeth.

“What did you do?” Ace whispered. You furrowed your brow and shrugged your shoulders. Nothing came to mind.

“Puppy, you get along with Mr. Floyd Leech, do you not?”

“I mean... Yeah?” you tilted your head, unsure where this was going.

“Good.” he exhaled. “Get him out of my classroom.”

“Huh?”

“Floyd... please...”

“Don’t wanna.” His voice was muffled because he had buried his face into his arms. He was seated in the center of the room, curled up. Crewel had pointed at him accusingly, then pointedly at you, before he turned away with a huff.

“Get him out of there before the next class, little puppy... or else...” he had twirled his baton in hand, and uninterested in experiencing whatever Crewel had in mind, you had chosen to speak to Floyd.

“Come on Floyd, please? Let’s go back to your dorm. You could just... sul--rest on your bed instead.” you tried to be gentle as you pulled on the much taller boy’s sleeve.

“You’ll hafta carry me out.” he said--stubborn as ever when he was in one of his moods. Since he couldn’t see your face, you exaggerated your eye roll.

“Fine.”

Floyd twitched in interest, and shifted his head just a fraction to see you draw close. With surprising strength, you yanked him upright, then swooped him up into your arms--bridal style.

It look a second for what was going on to register in Floyd’s mind, but when it did, he began to flop in your arms. It felt a lot like holding an incredibly huge, and slippery... well... eel? You snickered at your own thought as you tightened your hold on Floyd’s body.

“SHRIMPY!” he wrapped his arms around your neck in excitement, “Shrimpy! You’re carrying me! Look! You’re carrying me!”

“Floyd... I know... I am carrying you.” you said, amused, “don’t move too much because if you accidentally hit me, I’m going to drop you.” At that he calmed down. However, he did not stop his cheerful hum, as he swung his legs in the air.

You couldn’t help but think how adorable Floyd was in your arms.

And you were also very pleased that you had easily cheered him up with carrying him like this.

(You couldn’t say the same for most of the Night Raven College students though.

Floyd, as himself was dangerous enough.

Floyd, when defending you? He was even worse.

Now they find out that the person everyone assumed was Floyd’s weakness was actually insanely strong enough to bridal carry a 191 centimetre tall menace?

‘Monsters, both of them.’ was the terrified thought of every single NRC student who pressed themselves up against the walls at the sight of you strutting about with Floyd in your arms, barely winded.)

“Shrimpy...” he looked at you with glowing eyes--and your heart felt at ease as you see that Floyd was no longer feeling upset. “How are you carrying me?”

“I’ve always been strong.” you shrugged.

“You never told me though.” Floyd looked like he wilted at the thought and you couldn’t help but rush to assure him.

“It’s sort of like... when you had to explain magic to me. It’s difficult to explain something you’ve always known you had.” Floyd tilted his head at your response, eyes glimmered briefly in understanding. Floyd had always been smarter than people gave him credit for.

“So, how much more do you think you can carry?”

“Well I don’t know about that but I can...” you told him how much you were able to lug around back in your world, and a mischievous glow entered Floyd’s eyes.

“I’m not entertaining it.”

“Awww, but shrimpy! It will be worth it!” he pouted, and heart struck by how adorable he looked, you sighed.

“Alright, I’ll hear you out.”

“Hey, do you think you could carry Jade and I on either of your shoulders?” You paused, and looked at him in a contemplative manner.

“What in Atlantis, are you doing?” Azul’s shriek pierced the air.

“Oh... oh my.”

“Wahaha! Shrimpy quick! Pick up Azul too!”

Just as you were about to call out to Jamil, you noticed that his movements weren’t as smooth as it usually was--nor did they have Jamil’s typical grace. You frowned at that.

Jamil had the habit of overworking himself.

You were worried that he had done so--again.

Jamil raised a hand to his head, and sighed. His head pounded--a reminder that he hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night.

He was lucky that he had enough control of himself that none of the teachers noticed the way his attention slipped.

No one ever noticed.

Jamil had done his job well--he was ‘normal’ enough in the eyes of his professors and peers that his slightest missteps, and delayed answers were just a part of his ‘regular’ behavior.

‘I’ll have to convince Kalim to sleep earlier tonight if I want to perform at my one-hundred percent best tomorrow.’ he raised a hand to his temple, and massaged it. His eyes fluttered close as he pressed his knuckles against his forehead--alleviating the irritating feeling even for a little while.

“--are you okay?”

His eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice, and he instinctively gave you a small smile.

“Ah, [Name].” he nodded his head, “just a slight headache really.”

“It doesn’t look like a slight headache.” you peered at him thoughtfully. He gazed back at you, confused--did you--?

“Alright, I’m taking you to the infirmary.” you suddenly decided, and Jamil’s eyebrows raised in response.

“You--I’m fine, [Name].” he let out a soft chuckle. “There’s no need to worry.”

“You aren’t walking like you normally do.” he froze at your observation. “And you keep touching your head too.” you bit your lip, and the worry on your expression made Jamil’s heart skip a beat. “I’m worried Jamil.”

You--you noticed.

You--you paid attention... to him.

“You... noticed?” In his surprise, those words slipped out of Jamil’s mouth. You looked at him, and frowned.

“Of course I did--I.. I’m always looking out for you. Now let me take you to the infirmary.” You said firmly. Jamil stared at you--a little dazed, he’s not sure if it’s because he was genuinely not feeling well--or if he was stunned that you had chosen to look out for how he felt.

His feelings had always been second, if not disregarded so--

To know that you were concerned about how he felt...

It felt...

It felt... good.

When you pulled him into a bridal carry, it pulled him out of his stupor, and he flinched in your arms.

“What the... why are... how are you carrying me?” Jamil--speechless--now wasn’t that a sight to see? He always seemed so prepared, calm, and ready for anything Kalim threw his way. Yet for once, you’ve surprised him--so much so that he showed you such an unguarded expression. Eyes wide, and mouth hung open. You couldn’t help but giggle at it.

“I’m carrying you because if I don’t physically take you to the infirmary, you won’t go.” you paused, “and I can carry you because I’m just that strong.”

“That is...” his dazed expression sharpened, “please put me down. I can take care of myself.”

“No way Jamil, you’re terrible at caring for yourself.” you huffed in response, “so as your girlfriend, it’s my job to carry for you.” He twitched, one of his hands instinctively grabbed for his hood--you could see the slightest red on his cheeks, and that’s enough for you to grin goofily.

“You always take care of us, Jamil.” you added, “let me take care of you for once.” His flush darkened, and he did his best to hide his face--but unfortunately for him--well, he was in your arms.

You had a perfect view of his true feelings.

“Sorcerer...” he cursed softly in embarrassment.

You had a way with pushing past his defenses with that adorable expression of yours.

“Fine.” he said, grudgingly. “but Kalim better not see... this.”

“I’ll do my best.” you said, as solemn as possible, despite the wide grin that grew on your face. Jamil pulled up his hood and turned away from your face (as much as possible while in your arms). You tightened your hold on him briefly.

You hoped he understood what you wanted to say--

That you cared about how he felt--and that you always would.

There’s a dramatic gasp from somewhere behind you, and Jamil twitched.

“OH NO! JAMIL! WHAT HAPPENED!”

Jamil sighed, and sagged in your arms.

“I’m unconscious.”

“Sure, love.”

“Alright, since you all have a pretty good grasp on how to fly, you’re free to do what you want.” Professor Vargas grinned at the elated cheers of his students. “Just don’t get too close to the school or else Professor Trein will have my hide...”

Epel peered at you.

“You can ride with me if you want.” he offered, but you shook your head.

“We haven’t tackled double riding yet.” you said, and you nervously looked down. “and I prefer my feet on the ground until then.”

Because you didn’t have magic, and you refused to trust Grim with a broom--you managed to convince Crowley to write Vargas that you weren’t allowed to participate in Flying classes.

That didn’t stop Grim from attempting chaos with Ace and Deuce though.

“If you’re sure.” Epel frowned, “It’s very fun [Name].”

“Yup, I’m sure. Maybe next time? I’ll cheer you on though.”

That’s how Epel found himself high up in the sky. When he looked down, you immediately noticed and waved up at him enthusiastically. He gave a brief wave back, before he began to play around in the sky. He did quick, full loops that made him laugh in exhilaration. He played around, and tested to see if he could do some tricks from some videos he saw on the MagiCam...

On your end, you couldn’t help but just smile fondly at the way Epel laughed and enjoyed himself in the sky. You felt a little envious--who wouldn’t? While it was sad that you were the only one in the whole school who couldn’t do magic--it was another thing all together when you see Epel smile.

His smile made all of your negative feelings melt away.

You could content yourself with watching him enjoy himself in the sky.

‘If I told him he was cute, he would get furious with me.’ you sighed, but you smile anyways, ‘it’s still one of the things I adore about him.’ Your eyes wandered away from Epel as you saw a bunch of your other roughhousing with each other.

‘Geez...’ You turned your head to Professor Vargas who wasn’t paying attention to the sky. “Professor Vargas.”

“Hm?” he looked up, only to pale immediately. “Student falling!” You turned your head, and you expected to see the students messing with each other but--

It’s Epel!

You bolted upright.

One second, Epel was doing tricks in the air--and in the next--he was promptly pushed off his broom. In his surprise, he didn’t even try to grasp at his broom.

‘Ah, shit.’

Epel swore internally.

“Epel!” He twisted his head in your direction and realized you were running toward him frantically. He panicked as you readied yourself to catch him.

“Wait [Name]--”

With a hard thud--he fell right into your arms--and you only had to adjust your stance to ensure you wouldn’t fall to the ground as his weight settled in your arms. His eyes snapped open (when had he even closed them?) as he felt your arms wrap around his back and legs.

“Gotcha.” you sighed in relief, while Epel stared at you--stunned.

“[Name]...” he looked at you with wide eyes, and an open mouth. You’re sure if Vil was here, he would get ticked off that Epel was using his face for such a terrible expression. “you--how’d you--”

“Never mind that.” you exhaled. You fell to your knees as the adrenaline rush left you. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” Epel said, baffled. “I... since when were you so strong?”

“I always was. I just... never really... thought to say anything?” you shrugged.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you looked at him, a little nervous. You knew how much Epel wanted to be taken seriously, and it was partly the reason why you didn’t want to tell him that you were insanely strong.

“Well... I... that is... I was worried what you would think.” Epel studied your expression, before a warm smile spread on his lips.

“You know what I think?”

“What?”

“We could train together!” when you looked up, you noticed that Epel had a particularly fired up expression on his face.

“You’re not mad...?”

“No?” Epel tilted his head, “I’m happy! This means you could give me tips on how to be stronger! We can be strong together!” Epel smiled widely. You’re struck by how beautiful this boy was (thought let him never know you though that).

“I... yes!”

Epel gave you a sweet smile in response.

You felt your heart warm at the tenderness in his expression--a sight he rarely showed anyone... anyone except you, of course.

“Together alright?”

“Together!”

"Mon amour, quick~ Catch me~”

You immediately dropped the book, and prepared yourself.

In the next second--Rook landed in your arms. He turned to you with a pleased glow.

“So you are strong enough to carry me~” he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “Fascinating~”

“Yeah... I guess so.” you looked at him, perplexed.

“So why the sudden jump into my arms?”

“I just felt like it.” Rook hummed, as he tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

“Oh well... can I let you go?” you asked, your eyes fell on the book that had toppled to the ground at Rook’s sudden attack.

“Hm... no.” Rook’s lips curled up.

“Fair enough.” you sighed. “If I bend down, do you think you could pick up the book and put it back up on the self then?”

“Oh? You think you could do that?” there’s an interested but knowing gleam in Rook’s eyes. Likely chance, he already knew that much about you--and was just waiting to see if his assumptions were correct.

“I can try.” you offered, as you began to bend slightly for him to grab the book.

Most people found talking to Rook unnerving--primarily because there was always that certain... analytical look in his eyes. It would always feel as if he was studying you--trying to understand... all of you, really.

“Come to think of it...” Rook turned to look at you, patient. “How’d you figure out that I could do this?” You moved your arms slightly.

Rook only smiled in response.

You stared back--halfway between amused and confused.

“...”

“...?”

“....~”

“Yeah okay fine.” you sighed, and his smug aura somehow intensified...? “I guess I don’t want to know.”

There were a lot of things you still didn’t know about Rook.

Despite his... ah... love for learning(?) about other people--he was tight lipped about himself. Even to you.

“I’m glad we came to an agreement.” he patted your shoulder. When he moved to get out of your arms, your grip tightened and his eyes slid open to look at you.

Even if he was private about himself though...

You made it your personal mission to understand him--to learn more about him.

“Ohohoh~ Mon amour~ What are you doing~?”

“I think I’ll hold onto my boyfriend a little longer, you know~?” Your lips curled. “It’s time for me to learn about you.”

“You can try.” Rook smirked back.

That’s what he liked about you after all.

You didn’t think he was strange. You thought of his actions as a challenge to learn about him--just as he learnt about you.

“Hello [Name]~”

You looked up to see that Lilia hung, suspended upside down in midair again. His headphones were on, he had his controllers in hand--and he seemed to be playing a first person magic shooter game. He floated lower, just so you could reach him--and give him a greeting kiss on the cheek. You turned to the monitor curiously as Lilia finished beating up another player.

“How are you playing that upside down?”

“I call it upping the difficulty level~” Lilia laughed, as his thumbs moved across the controller in rapid speed.

“Aren’t you worried you’ll fall?”

“Nonsense.” Lilia shook his head, his short hair fell around his face. “I’ll handle it.”

“Right. I’ll be back with food then.”

“Please get me tomato juice!” he called out as he focused back on the screen. He floated low, as he planned to sit himself down onto the couch upon your return.

“Who was that?” a voice on the call asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Lilia said, and the voice that had ask--Idia that is--huffed in response.

“Could it be... your mom?” Lilia chuckled at that, but not for the reasons that his teammates believed.

“Could be a sister.” another one suggested.

“Or maybe... a girlfriend?”

“WHAT!”

At the suddenness of the shout, Lilia flinched in surprise and dropped down onto the ground. He had pretty sensitive ears--and since Idia (not that knew LilV and Lilia Vanrouge were one and the same--) had the bright idea to shout into the mic--it definitely messed with Lilia’s concentration.

However, instead of falling down to the ground--Lilia found himself caught... in your arms. You looked at him with a ‘I told you so’ expression, only to be caught up by his expression.

He gazed at you with surprise written all over his expression--from the way his brows were raised, to the glitter in his eyes and his slack jaw. It was certainly one you’ve never seen before--because there was little that could surprise Lilia these days. When he blinked away his stupor, he noticed the curiosity on your expression. ‘Why did you fall?’ your expression asked.

He pointed out at Idia’s name on the screen. Your brows rose.

“Idia yelled into the mic.” Lilia explained with a light chuckle after he made sure his mic was muted. He bore no ill will to the Ignihyde Dorm Leader. In fact, Lilia found him absolutely hilarious.

“They can’t seem to believe I have a lover~” Lilia giggled, and you shook your head--amused.

“--THAT’S TOTALLY UNFAIR.” Idia whined, and their other teammates either agreed or laughed along. “If there’s a god out there... please nuke LilV. He’s gotten too lucky--”

“Does... does he still not know?” you wondered, and Lilia stuck his tongue out mischievously.

“Well... he doesn’t go out much and I don’t really talk to him in school...”

“Fair.” you conceded, with an amused smile, as Idia cried about needing to plead with the Evening Star harder.

“On the subject of not knowing,” Lilia raised a brow. “I know I’m not exactly light and yet...” He crossed his arms as he stared up at you curiously.

“Oh... well, I’ve always been strong?” you said, unsure of where this was going.

“Intriguing!” Lilia hummed as he happily snuggled into your arms. “In that case, I should try falling into your arms more often!~”

“Please don’t.”

“I won’t hurt myself.”

“But that doesn’t mean I’ll automatically stop worrying, Lilia.”

Lilia peered up at you with curious eyes. You gazed back, and he realized that you were every bit serious about what you said.

“Sometimes I find it interesting how humans seem so much more mature than most faeries at my age.” Lilia mused.

“Well, we are forced to mature faster.” You pointed out.

Lilia hummed in a contemplative manner.

“In that case, would you carry me like this whenever I want?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. “It won’t really bother me.”

“Excellent, shall we remain like this for the night, then?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The two of you shared a happy smile, as you settled in for the night.

#aiwrites #aiscenarios #ai lift series #twisted wonderland #female reader #twst #twst scenarios #twst jade #twst floyd #twst jamil #twst epel #twst rook #twst lilia

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years

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“fish are friends not food”

Hiii! I'm supposed to be sleeping but shhhh! My ma can't know I'm awake. Anywaysss! May I request a scenario for the Octavinelle trio and Leona and Ruggie? Where they react to their s/o crying and swearing to never eat octopus/eel/lion/hyena ever again when she finds out about them being mermen/part animal? I'm not sure if you have character limit or not, but if you then the scenario is only for the Octavinelle trio! Thank you very much :)) -- from @lulubrielle

A/N: Hello hello. So originally I was planning to do all of Savanaclaw and Octavinelle (the requester added Jack on a separate ask) but... I had a difficult time writing it. Since I felt like I couldn’t write anything fun out of it, I decided to not do Savanaclaw. I’m sorry! ;u; On the other hand, I recently tried eel... it was pretty good XD

I think this ended up as crack lmao. I hope you enjoy!

When you shuffled into the office with a pretty hesitant, and guilty expression--Azul tensed.

“Do I...” he cleared his throat, “do I need to hide a body for you? Because I will, if you need that.”

“What?” you turned to look at him so fast you got whiplash. “No, no it’s not that.”

“Oh. Alright.” Azul sighed, as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Then why are you so nervous?” You flinched.

“Is it that obvious?” you squeaked.

“You normally don’t act like this at all...” Azul mused. “Though recently you’ve looked really nervous.” You looked off into another direction, a sheepish expression on your face.

“It’s just...”

“Just what?”

“It’s...” you inhaled quickly, “ImsorryIllnevereatoctopusagain.”

“I beg your pardon?” Azul raised both of his brows, as he stared you down.

“I’m... sorry... I’ll never...” you struggled, “eat octopus again.”

“...” Azul just gave you a dead stare, and you rushed to try explain yourself.

“I... okay so... back in my world... it’s like... a delicacy.” you cleared your throat, “octopus... that is.”

SLAP.

You flinched in surprise and when you looked up nervously at Azul, he had apparently slapped his own forehead.

“Oh Sweet Witch.” Azul muttered, “you too?”

“What do you mean--”

“I grew up with Jade and Floyd Leech.” Azul sighed in response, “I know all about their love for octopus dishes.”

“Wait, they like octopus?”

“They’re eel mermen. What did you expect?” Azul leant back against his seat.

“You’re not mad?”

“If this was a few years ago, I might have been offended.” Azul raised a hand rub his temples. “But fortunately for you, I’ve grown accustomed to it because of those two.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Not as much as I used to truthfully. You’re not thinking of me as the meal, right?” You looked at him in a contemplative way, and Azul flushed crimson.

“I don’t know Azul--you’re quite the snack yourse--”

“I don’t mean that way!” he said sharply. You let out a giggle.

“But yeah... I can’t imagine eating merman... mermen?”

“Then it’s fine. There’s a difference between an octopus merman, and an octopus. If octopus food is something you enjoy, feel free to talk to the twins about it.” Azul sighed deeply. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled.”

“Oh, no... I mean it seriously. Ever since seeing your mermaid form--I can’t think of octopus the same way.” you peered at him curiously. “Is that how you felt too?”

“Certainly. There are some octopus mermen who can eat octopus cuisine...” Azul’s brow twitched at the memory. “but it’s something I don’t really want to know, nor do I need to know.”

“Oh I see.” the two of you fell silent, before you said, “I’m glad I was able to say it. I was so worried...”

Azul’s face relaxed, and he couldn’t help chuckle at the genuine relief that spread across your face in response. Weren’t you adorable?

“Actually... there is one other thing.” you looked at him again, “how do you think the twins will react if I tell them I’ve eaten eel before?”

Azul’s brows raised at that, before his chuckle got dark.

“Oh... do tell.”

"Go on.” Azul said, quite gleeful. “Tell them.”

Jade and Floyd exchanged a confused glance. While Jade’s confusion was only outwardly visible in his eyes... Floyd was full on frowning.

Azul had only told them that you had something important to say, before he sat you in front of them. You twiddled your fingers nervously as Azul sat, smug, right beside you.

“I’ve... god I don’t know how to say this.”

“Did you... squeeze someone too hard?” Floyd had a glitter of interest in his eyes.

“Do you have a dead body in need of hiding?” Jade quietly asked, “we can do that pretty efficiently--”

“Why? Why do you all think I have a dead body to hide?” you cried.

“Boo.” Floyd slumped back in his seat, but his frown was gone--replaced with a mischievous smile.

“We always think about the worst case scenario.” Jade said.

“Have you actually--? Ever--?”

“No. But it’s best to be prepared.” Jade smiled, “so then, what has got you so worked up?”

“No it’s not that.” you shook your head. “It’s because... I’ve eaten eel before.”

“What.” the twins stated in unison, eyes wide--while Azul cackled from your side.

“I’ve eaten eel before.” you repeated.

“You ate eel?” Floyd had a disgusted look on his expression. “Eww... why would you eat eel?”

“It’s a delicacy back in my world.” You looked up, “why do you both look so horrified?”

“I just never imagined...” Jade stared at you, stunned. “I didn’t know people ate eel.”

“Do people not eat eel here? Azul said you eat octopus.”

“But that’s different.” Floyd said stubbornly, “octopus is octopus, eel is eel. You can eat octopus, but you just don’t eat eel.” Floyd’s brows furrowed as if he was presented with one of the world’s biggest mysteries, and he was trying desperately to solve it.

“I... I don’t get it.” you said, confused, and Azul chuckled lowly. You turned your head to see him smirk.

“Now you know how I felt when you just casually told me you ate octopus.”

“Was that not in middle school?” Jade exhaled, his face exhausted, “are you really... getting revenge for that?”

“Yes.” Azul said, “call me petty, but you horrified me back then, so be horrified now.”

“Azul please.” you shot him a look, before you turned back to the twins. “Anyways... I only brought it up because I’m never eating eel again. It feels weird now that I know you too... so I just... wanted to confess to it, and I’ll never do it again.”

“...I... I see.” Jade nodded, “it’s certainly a revelation... but I feel a little glad knowing you won’t be... eating eel.” Jade still looked so confused--you could see all the thoughts running through his head.

“Eating... eel...” repeated Floyd, who also--looked as confused, if not more than his twin. “... but that’s... so weird... and eew...”

“Did I break them?” you asked Azul.

“If you did, thank Witch for that.”

“Azul!”

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years

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“a place to settle your wings” - jade, jamil, silver

A/N: This isn’t a part of schedule but--I was tired, I wanted to be pampered, so I wrote this.

“Jade~”

Jade looked up to see his twin brother gesture for him to come close. Jade blinked, before he realised that Floyd was standing close to your table.

“Oh dear...”

“Shrimpy is cute~” Floyd cackled-whispered for your sake.

Jade’s expression grew incredibly tender as he watched you snore away on one of Mostro Lounge’s tables. He lowered a gloved hand and brushed through locks of your hair gently.

“Mhm... Jade...” you muttered, your lashes flickered briefly before you settled and began to snore again. Jade’s lips quirked up into a fond expression, before he pulled away. He looked at your table--at the stack of books that surrounded you. You were so very hardworking--it was one of the things he found endearing about you. Despite the fact that you could barely understand magical theory--you struggled on--to help Grim.

“Still...” he gazed around him, the Mostro Lounge was still pretty full--and it wouldn’t be empty for quite some time...

‘I would dislike it very much if someone else saw your adorably vulnerable expression...’

“Azul.” The octopus merman turned in Jade’s direction. He arched a brow at him, before his eyes caught sight of you sleeping at your table.

“Honestly...” Azul exhaled, “being so openly vulnerable this one...” Jade’s lips curled as he recognised the glitter of affection in the other man’s eyes. “I understand, go take them to your room. You’re excused for the rest of the day.” Jade inclined his head politely, before he stepped toward and gently lowered himself to speak to you.

(”What about me?” Floyd pouted, “I saw them first--”

“You’ll have time with them later, Floyd.” Azul sighed. )

“[Name]?” he shook your shoulder gently. “[Name]? Can you listen for a bit?”

“Mhm?” you responded, not quite awake.

“Do you mind if I carry you to my room?” Jade asked, ever the gentleman--even if you weren’t very conscious. “You can sleep on my bed.” At that your eyes slipped open and you raised your head to look at your homework. Your shoulders drooped.

“No I... sorry...” you moved to wipe away your drool, that Jade had politely pretended to not see for your sake. “Sorry, I need to keep studying...”

“Oh my... you’re too exhausted for that right now, [Name].” he chided kindly. “Rest for a while and after you recuperate... Azul will help look over your studying, how about that?”

“...” you stared at the books, before you turned your head. Your gaze suggested that you were almost ready to slip back into the dream world. “... For free?” Jade couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips at that.

“Of course dear flower. I’m sure our Azul will be most willing to do that for you, for free.”

“O...kay...” you yawned.

“Wrap your arms around my neck, flower.” You did as he ordered and he easily pulled you up into his arms.

“Night Jade...” you mumbled against his neck, “love you...”

Jade paused at that, before a sincere smile spread across his lips.

“I love you too, flower.”

When you come to, it’s to the pleasant sensation of someone running their hand through your hair. You sighed and slackened happily against the firm pillow. Your eyes twitched as you felt the the sun attempt to kiss you awake. You groan as you rolled over and found yourself pressed against something that smelt sharply of spice. At your movement the hand stopped and you let out a little disgruntled noise. You hear a soft chuckle and the warm hand tucks a curl of your hair behind your ear.

“[Name]?” you shiver--not only at how good the voice sounded, but also because of the way his breath brushed against the curve of your ear. “Are you awake?”

“No...” He chuckled again and you instinctively began to pout.

“Stop doing that...”

“Doing what?”

“Using your...” you paused, your eyes fluttered briefly but remained shut, “sexy voice.”

“Sexy... voice?” the voice sounded confused, “You think... I sound sexy?”

“Hnh... yeah...” you curled your body and breathed in the scent of spice from your pillow. Your eyes fluttered, a little disappointed that the hand that had been stroking your hair had stopped moving when it sunk in...

‘Hang on.’ you thought to yourself, bemused. ‘When did I fall asleep?’

You remember that you had chosen to ask a certain someone to help you with understanding some magical potions homework... and that he had invited you over to the dorm and...

Your eyes snapped open and looked up to meet the startled gaze of Jamil Viper. He had a hand over his mouth and a deep red flush crossed his cheeks. He pulled back quickly as you rushed upright. To your horror (and secret pleasure, really) you had been sleeping with your head on his lap. You quickly looked around to notice that it was only the two of you in Scarabia’s lounge area.

“Oh my god... I’m so sorry Jamil--I was...” you could more than feel the way that your blush rushed all the way up to your ears. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on you!” He stared at you, dark eyes still wide.

‘Wait, did I do something else?’

“Stop doing that... Using your... sexy voice.”

You wondered if this is how Riddle feels when his face flushes red.

“Oh god... I said that out loud didn’t I? I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry--”

“You didn’t mean it?”

“No of course I meant it, have you heard yourself?” you frantically covered your mouth and Jamil matched your shade of red.

“Ah that’s...” Jamil coughed awkwardly, “... shall we put it behind us...?”

“Yes?” you squeaked, “please?”

“I... yes.” He cleared his throat and you watched as his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “and it’s fine... You must’ve been really tired since you just... knocked out... would you like to stay for dinner?” he began to stand up and you gazed mournfully at the loss of a pretty comfortable pillow.

“Um... if it’s okay.”

“It will always be okay if it’s you.” a gentle smile crawled up his face and you shivered a little with how tender his voice was.

“O-okay...” Jamil gave you another smile before he stood to leave. He turned to look at you and noticed that you were hitting your head. He let out an airy chuckle at that.

You were adorable.

Silver snorted awake as he felt a weight fall across his stomach. Silver attempted to sit upright, but after he heard your voice (protest), he paused. He raised a hand to rub at his eyes and glanced up at the sky. He squinted briefly against the bright light of the afternoon sun to note the time. He then lifted his head up to see that, it was, in fact you--who had curled up on his stomach.

“... [Name]...?”

You mumbled something incomprehensible, your face buried in his stomach. He exhaled as he raised a hand and it brushed it softly through your hair. You made a satisfied sound as he continued the calming gesture.

“Unfair.”

“Hnhgh?” Silver, still not completely awake, just looked down at you with bemused eyes.

“You’re always a sleep, but why are you still so toned?” you grumbled, as you turned your head to meet his gaze. Silver’s lips twitched at that.

“I do work out, you know.” he said and you huffed. Your eyes fluttered close as you enjoyed the rhythmic motion of his hand.

“Are you okay?” Silver blink rapidly, pale lashes still wet with sleepiness.

“Yeah... just tired...” His hand moved down from the top of your head to the nape of your neck. He pressed his fingers at the space where your neck met your shoulders and he made a noise at how stiff the area was.

“You’ve been working very hard, haven’t you?”

“I think so.” you said, voice still muffled against his stomach.

“You think?”

“Sometimes I think it’s not enough.” you admitted with a light shrug of your shoulders. “... I’m sure this feeling will pass. I just want...”

“Of course.” Silver agreed, “come here.” You raised your head to look at him and he offered you one of his arms to rest on. You happily obliged and rested your head on his bicep. In this position, you met Silver’s pretty eyes.

Soft, pale violets mixed with light blues.

You could spend forever with these eyes.

You raised a hand and softly brushed around his eyes, flicking the crusts that had formed because of his sleep. His eyes fluttered shut at the motion, his other hand reached to pull you up closer to him and you took a deep breath--inhaling Silver’s scent of wildflowers and grass. You could feel your tense shoulders slowly slacken as you cuddled up against your lover under the warm light of the twilight sky.

“Why don’t you go to sleep? You deserve a nap...” Silver mumbled, in that tone you knew that he was halfway to dream world himself.

“Will I see you there?”

“Of course.” before he even responded, your eyes already fluttered close and you drifted off to sleep in the warmth of Silver’s hold.

Silver’s eyes slipped open to watch you snuggle even closer. His lips lifted into a sweet smile.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years

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“the tale as old as time”

The dorm leaders’ reaction to Beauty and the Beast.

-- from @shayclov391

A/N: It was mentioned on this blog a few... weeks ago? How Ai (i, heh geddit) lived under a rock because I haven’t seen Hamilton, Coco and Nightmare Before Christmas. So @shayclov391 (who had originally requested for Hamilton and Coco) asked me for Beauty and the Beast instead. Luckily, I HAVE WATCHED BEAUTY AND THE BEAST! It’s my sister’s favourite Disney Princess movie so... I watched it. A lot.

So how I did this... I sort of picked the parts of the movie where a certain character would react the ‘most’--if that makes sense. So this isn’t arranged how I normally arrange it. ALSO! This interchanges between the animated and live action version. Why? You’ll see!

Please enjoy!

You were lucky that you somehow managed to have your phone from your world with you. You couldn’t communicate with the people from your world, nor did you have your world’s internet connection--but at least you had all the stuff already downloaded on your phone... Including a bunch of movies from your world. After hearing you out, Crowley took you to Idia who managed to transfer most of the data on your phone into a new one made in Twisted Wonderland.

Thanks to that, you often watched and, or rewatched some movies from your home world.

You also decided that watching a couple of movies from your world, with your boy wouldn’t hurt... right?

You had easily convinced Leona to relax with you and watch a movie from your home. He was never the type to say no to lazing around after all--and when you had proposed this for a date, he agreed pretty easily.

You had hooked your phone up to the television in Leona’s bedroom. When you turned around to look at your boyfriend, Leona had pushed all the pillows up against the headboard and leant against it. He blinked slowly at you, and raised his arms. You giggled lightly, before you slipped onto the bed, and rested your head against his chest. He wrapped one arm around your waist as the opening dialogue of the movie began.

You peered up at Leona as the narrator told the story of the selfish prince. He glanced down at you as it talked about how the prince turned into a beast.

“Were you trying to say something by choosing this movie?” he said dryly.

“Actually, no. I just really like this movie. Grew up with it.” you said, chin on his chest.

“Huh.” he rubbed aimless circles on your back with his thumb as his gaze shifted back to the screen. You pressed your cheek against his chest, and turned your gaze to the movie too.

As the opening transitioned to the song ‘Belle,’ you felt Leona’s tail twitch around your hips.

“Bonjour~”

“This is... the language that Hunt uses.” You could feel Leona growl, and you--amused--moved your hand to pat his toned stomach (you mentally cursed him too--I mean, how could he have such a nice body, but laze around most of the time?).

“There, there.” you soothed, amused. Leona grunted in response.

“So they think she’s weird because she reads?” He asked, and you nodded your head. “Well that’s stupid.” he grumbled under his breath and you giggled lightly.

However, when a certain hunter was introduced, you quickly turned your head to gauge Leona’s expression.

“She’s the one! The lucky girl I’m going to marry.”

His expression turned from curious to serious. His brows furrowed slightly as he seemed to give a little more attention to the movie.

“She’s the most beautiful girl in town. That makes her the best--and don’t I deserve the best?”

Leona scowled.

“I don’t like him.”

“Uhuh.” you said, your lips quirked up in an amused smile. Leona’s ears twitched backwards, and his tail was thumping in the way it normally did when he was irritated.

When Belle made a disgusted expression at Gaston appearing at her door, Leona looked pleased--you could tell by the way his brows smoothened--and his ears perked up. His eyes narrowed again however--with the way Gaston kept moving to cage Belle.

“I’m very sorry Gaston... but... but... I just don’t deserve you.”

“She’s smart.” Leona smirked as Gaston was thrown out of the house and into mud.

“That’s why she’s my favourite.” you mumbled.

“Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless...

Madame Gaston, can't you just see it?

Madame Gaston, his little wife, ugh!”

Leona snickered at the song, and you laughed too. You always enjoyed ‘Belle Reprise’--especially with the way Belle exaggerated her eye roll and sarcasm.

You turned back to Leona.

“How is it so far?”

“I like Belle.” Leona nodded, “she’s not the same type of strong that Afterglow Savanna has--but her wit is one type of strength.” but then he added--

“Gaston... I’ll kill if he isn’t dead by the end of the movie.”

“Leona!” you laughed.

You and Azul decided to snuggle up and watch a movie. Azul offered to put on one of the movies from Twisted Wonderland, but you told him Idia finally finished with your phone.

“We could watch something from my world.” There was a spark of interest on Azul’s expression, and he easily agreed.

Azul had seemed to be enjoying the movie so far. Originally, he was interested because it was a movie from your world--however he began to enjoy it in gusto when the musical number at the beginning happened.

“Are there more songs?” He asked you, his tone eager.

“Yup.”

Azul looked back at the screen, with a glitter of fascination in his eyes. He expressed a little of his disgust at Gaston’s actions, but went silent again as the movie went on.

“Gosh it disturbs me to see you Gaston...

looking so down in the dumps!”

You turned to look at Azul, who had a difficult expression on his face as Le Fou started to sing. He whipped his head to look at you.

“That irritating human... has a song about him?”

“That’s not the worse part.”

“Holy carp is he going to sing?”

“As a specimen, yes I’m intimidating!~”

Azul immediately recoiled into the couch as Gaston began to start singing.

“He’s singing.” Azul exhaled, and looked at you with the cutest confused expression--ever. “Why am I watching this abomination, sing?”

“Well... his vocals are pretty good...” You said, with an amused smile.

“No way. His voice isn’t that good. It’s disgusting.” Azul looked insulted, “I can’t believe I think there’s someone whose singing is more irritating than Rielle’s.”

“Who?” you asked, amused. The name seemed familiar but you couldn’t put a finger to it. Azul waved his hands dismissively as he focused on the film again.

“I’m exceptionally good at expectorating!~”

“He is sickening.” Azul had a disgusted look on his face. “No wonder the girl refuses to marry him.”

When the song finally finished, Azul paused the movie, and you looked at him with an arched bow.

“Tell me he dies. Please.”

“... I refuse to say anything.” you snorted into your palm--way more amused. It was absolutely refreshing to see someone’s first time watching Beauty and the Beast. Who would’ve thought you’d experience it?

“He’s a bully.” Azul’s lips curled downward. “I also feel pretty bad for Le Fou.”

“You do? You like him?”

“Well, not really. But I also don’t hate him. I think he should meet better people.” Azul sniffed haughtily, and you giggled. You figured Azul might actually enjoy the live action because it tried to give depth to Le Fou. (Tried being the keyword. Whether or not it was successful, normally depended on the person watching it.)

“Tell me at least if he’s going to sing again.”

“He won’t. I think the next song is actually pretty fun.”

“Oh thank the Sea Witch.” Azul exhaled, as he slumped back to your side, before he suddenly had a thoughtful expression and turned to you.

“Is it just me, or does Professor Vargas resemble him?”

You immediately choked on your spit and starting coughing. You could your eyes well up as you begin to laugh.

“Hey! Are you okay?” Azul yelped.

‘Don’t... tell him... I shouldn’t... say anything.’ you squealed to yourself as you hunched over.

It had been pretty easy to ask Kalim to spend the evening just watching a movie from your world.

And as expected of Kalim, he quickly got super invested in the story of Belle. He would frown when Gaston would appear on screen, but he especially seemed to enjoy Maurice’s personality. He looked uneasy at the sight of the Beast but other than that... He would happily dance in his seat during the musical numbers--he was so precious when he did that, that you found yourself watching him instead of the movie.

In fairness, it was very fun to watch the first time reaction of someone who hadn’t seem Beauty and the Beast.

"The Dining Room proudly presents... your dinner!”

You remembered how amazing it was to see ‘Be Our Guest’ when you were a little kid. The concept of moving dining ware had been so fascinating and hilarious at the same time, that you were slack jawed for most of it--and laughing the other half.

When you tuned to look at Kalim, you can’t help but remember the first time you watched Beauty and the Beast too.

Kalim was slack jawed, his eyes were wide and sparkling happily as watched the animated dining ware began to dance around.

“Try the gray stuff it’s delicious~

Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes!”

Kalim laughed boisterously at that.

“The dinner here is never second best!”

“Since Jamil isn’t here, I have to defend his honor. I’m pretty sure Jamil cooks better!” Kalim told you, with a wide grin. You laughed at that, you’re sure Jamil would definitely love hearing that.

When Lumiere would begin messing around with Cogsworth, Kalim turned to you with a shine in his eyes.

“I think Lumiere is my favourite character.”

“I can see why.” you said, with a grin, as your boyfriend turned back to the television and kept watching the musical.

“If you’re stressed,

it’s fine dining we suggest!”

“Lumiere is definitely right! A sure way to cheer up someone is to have a banquet!” Kalim cheered, his smile wide. As he turned back to the television, he began a running commentary on what he thought--about each of the named dining ware.

“Wait... they used salt for snow? Hahah! That’s so unique!”

“You know... Cogsworth is actually pretty funny!”

“Mrs. Potts is cute! You look gorgeous Mrs. Potts!”

“So is Chip! I would be friends with Chip. I would protect Chip with my life.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face as you see the way that Kalim was just enjoying himself.

You were glad you suggested this movie first.

“I wonder if Jamil could get dishes to move around like that during the next banquet.” Kalim wondered out loud with glowing eyes.

You immediately winced, and apologized mentally to the Vice Dorm Leader.

You had told him to take a break, and that he could leave Kalim to you... but you could just imagine Jamil’s reaction when Kalim would ask him to make the dining ware dance around with him.

‘Okay... so maybe I shouldn’t have done Beauty and the Beast?’ you thought.

‘Whoops...?’

"So this movie has two versions. One is animated, and the other is live action. Since you wanted a film with some fashion--I thought looking at the live action one would be better.” You explained when you had plugged your phone into the television in Vil’s room. “It’s a fantasy story, so the clothes reflect some historical fashion--but they’re not exactly accurate.”

“Naturally.” Vil nodded, his legs crossed, and a glass of freshly squeezed juice in hand. “Let’s see it.”

Majority of the film was Vil just watching, and criticizing some of the fashion choices used.

“The Prince is hideous. Why is he wearing that type of make up?”

“Is that painting how he normally looks? He actually looks fine. He ruined it with the use of make up.”

“Oh, the girl is quite pretty. Is this the same actress from the other movie we watched together?”

“So they made her be the only one dressed in that shade of blue? That’s nice little attention to detail.”

“Red is such a basic color for the bad guy but... go off I guess.”

“Gaston is hideous.”

“Those three girls are hideous too. Why are they dressed like that--nothing is flattered properly.”

“Oh those roses are beautiful. I’ll give them that.”

“The Beast is hideous.”

“Gaston is hideous.”

You sweat dropped as Vil kept making these type of side comments about the film, while gently swirling his cup of juice like it was a glass of wine.

As the plot thickened, Vil did get slowly caught up in the story.

“You’re making everything look so beautiful, we should have a dance tonight.”

You could see the interest in Vil’s eyes grow as the plot moves into one of your favourite scenes--the dance. When the animated objects began to put make up on him, Vil’s eyes twitched.

“Why are they doing that? He clearly has fur? Make up won’t help him.”

“Oh my god, Vil.”

“I’m only telling the truth.” Vil huffed, before he concentrated again.

When the gold floated from the ceiling, and moved to decorate Belle’s dress, Vil made an appreciative noise.

“The detailing is quite nice.... the tiers of the skirt are very pretty too.”

“I think I saw an interview, and they talked about how they wanted the dress to dance beautifully.”

“Well, I’ll be the judge of that.” Vil’s lips curled up.

When the ballroom comes into view, Vil hummed.

“Now that is a ballroom.” He looked at you thoughtfully. “Do you have balls back at home?”

“Nope. I’d love to go to one though.” Vil tilted his head, eyeing you up and down. “I think I can bring you to one.”

“Really?” the excitement on your face made your lover laugh.

“Of course sweet potato. Everyone should experience a grand ball once.”

“Tale as old as time...

true as it can be...”

Once Belle was twisted--her skirt flowed, turned, and seemed to bloom again around her with every single step. Vil’s breath hitched, and you turned to him--to see his eyes were wide.

“Now that is beautiful.” he exhaled. “the way the skirt moves around her... Alright I want one.” You giggled in surprise and he looked at you seriously.

“Sweet potato, I’m going to make you a dress that will beat anything you dreamed off.” you blushed furiously in response.

“I’ll... look forward to it.”

"Let’s watch this movie together!” you had told him with a bright smile.

Never able to resist you, Malleus immediately agreed.

“I thought this was one of your favourite movies?” Malleus chuckled as you softly snored away on his shoulder.

“Mal... I love this movie...” you slurred out in your sleep, and he smiled softly.

“I’m sure you do.” he told your adorable sleeping face. Carefully, he moved your head to a pillow on the bed, and he stood to turn the television off.

“It was an interesting film.” Malleus mused, but just as he reached forward to unplug your phone--

“I let her go.”

His head snapped up and he saw that the Beast had decided to let Belle go back home to her father.

As Belle got on a horse to rush back to the village the Beast began to sing as he gazed at the cursed rose.

“I was the one who had it all...

I was the master of my fate...

I never needed anybody in my life...”

Malleus tilted his head, to him these lyrics...

He could understand the Beast very well.

“I close my eyes but she's still there...

I let her steal into my melancholy heart...”

His eyes flickered briefly to your sleeping form.

‘Another thing we share.’ Malleus acknowledged, ‘We both have someone who stole our hearts out of nowhere...’

“Now I know she'll never leave me...

Even as she runs away...

She will still torment me...

Calm me, hurt me...

Move me, come what may...”

He righted himself and moved to your side. He tucked your hair behind your ear--and you nuzzled unconsciously into Malleus’s familiar touch. His smile grew melancholic in response to that.

“Now I know she'll never leave me...

Even as she fades from view...

She will still inspire me...

Be a part of everything I do...”

“One day... you will leave me.” Malleus murmured softly. “As all mortals do...”

“In the first place... I should’ve steeled my heart against you... but I am powerless to your light...”

“Wasting in my lonely tower...

Waiting by an open door...

I'll fool myself, she'll walk right in...”

"Yet... when you leave me... I’ll spend the rest of eternity waiting for you again.”

“And as the long, long nights begin...

I'll think of all that might have been...”

‘Mortal... so painfully mortal.’

he mused.

‘Do you know what you dangle in front of me? The true impossibility of what we share together...’

“Waiting here for evermore...”

He doesn’t move for a long time, as he quietly watched you sleep, peaceful--unknowing of Malleus’s conflicting thoughts.

Idia originally hadn’t been very interested in the film you were trying to show him. He kept getting distracted in the beginning, before he got hooked because the castle looked pretty cool to him.

By the time Belle had gone back to the village to save her father, Idia had clutched a pillow tight to his chest as he watched in anticipation--about what was going to happen next.

“Show them the mirror! The mirror!”

“Show me the Beast!”

“Yes!” Idia fist pumped into the air, “she’s giving them proof--”

“The Beast has her under a spell!”

“Wait, no!” Idia gasped, his hold on his pillow tightened. “Noooo! Lord damn it! Gaston shut up!”

On your end you clutched a pillow to hide the lower half of your face--because you were desperately trying not to laugh. At some point you had straight up stopped watching the movie--and instead decided to watch Idia’s reactions instead.

You never thought you’d meet anyone who had never watched Beauty and the Beast, and now you were seeing Idia’s very honest reactions to it.

You almost want to make him watch the original Star Wars trilogy too...

“He’s not a monster Gaston! You are!”

“Yes! Tell him! TELL HIM!”

You inhaled sharply as you tried not to laugh. Idia was really into this. He leant forward as the ‘Mob Song’ started.

“Kill the Beast!

Kill the Beast!”

“Oh my Lord, yes!” Idia exhaled in relief as he saw the castle occupants push to keep the castle doors closed.

“I know what to do.”

“OML... What is Lumiere gonna do...” Idia chattered to himself. When he saw that they had decided to pretend to be inanimate Idia cheered.

“[Name]! This is so cool! They’re so cool! That’s so amazing--!” when Idia whirled to you, he paused because you had clutched your pillow to hide half of your face.

“Why... what are you doing?”

“I am definitely engrossed in the film.” you lie through your teeth, as you struggled to hold back a laugh. Idia eyed you suspiciously, until his attention was caught by Mrs. Potts shouting.

“Grandmother? Attack!”

“You get them Mrs. Potts!”

When Madame Garderobe proceeded to attack that one villager.

“Oh hell yes! Gg! You dead!” Idia cheered happily.

Without Idia knowing, you were just... smiling while staring at how enthusiastic he was being while watching the movie. You began to think of other movies that you think Idia would enjoy.

‘Note to self, see if I can get Idia to watch some more of the movies from back at home... maybe he’ll like Wreck it Ralph? Big Hero 6?’

‘Either way...’ your eyes flickered to your boyfriend as he gave the appropriate reactions at the right time for Beauty and the Beast. ‘I like seeing him relaxed enough to be emotive around me~’

“Fight back.” Riddle clenched his teeth and his hands as he stared at the depressed Beast. “You have to fight back.”

‘He’s surprisingly into this.’ you mused.

“Did you honestly think she’d want someone like you, when she had someone like me?”

“Die Gaston.” Riddle hissed underneath his breath.

“It’s over Beast! Belle is mine!”

“No she isn’t!” Riddle gritted his teeth, his knuckles white. When he sees that Beast finally fought back, and was winning--his shoulders slackened briefly. “No... don’t turn back on the enemy... Please...”

“Belle... you came back.”

“Is it over? Is it really over...?” Riddle frantically muttered underneath his breath, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face at how adorable he was.

That is until Gaston stabbed Beast in the back. Riddle’s face turned crimson in an instant.

“Coward!” he yelled at the television screen. When Gaston fell backwards to his death, Riddle angrily muttered underneath his breath how his death was too nice.

As the scene focused on the injured Beast however, Riddle’s mutter fell away as he concentrated on the scene.

“Of course I came back... I couldn’t let them... Oh... this is all my fault... if only I’d gotten here sooner.”

You peered at Riddle as he stared, concentrated on the film, his eyes wide--wet and you were sure he was ready to start crying.

“Maybe... Maybe it’s better... it’s better this way...”

“Don’t talk like that. You’ll be alright. Everything’s going to be alright... You’ll see.”

“At least... I got to see you one last time.”

Beast let out one last breathe--

Riddle started to sniffle.

“I’m not crying.” he choked out. “I’m not crying.”

“You’re not crying.” you pretended to agree, but your lover was shaking as he saw the last petal of the rose fall to the table.

“Please don’t leave me...”

“I love you.” Belle whispered, softly, sadly--

Riddle was for sure crying now.

To think he had originally scoffed, and said he wasn’t interested in a children’s movie...

You had convinced him after telling him how it was considered a classic and was your favourite film--regardless of age.

When lights started shooting from the sky and surrounding Beast, Riddle looked up in awe with red eyes.

“Wait, did she make it? Did they make it?” he croaked out, he looked at you--and you gestured for him to watch.

The Beast--Prince Adam--now transformed back, turned around to show his human face.

“Belle, it’s me.”

Riddle watched with a bated breath as Belle drew closer and looked the man in his eyes. When a glitter of recognition passes through Belle’s eyes, Riddle exhaled in relief.

“It is you!”

“Ah, they did it.” Riddle smiled, relieved as the the other characters changed back into humans and the castle returned to its former glory. When he turned his head towards you, you shot him a grin.

“...”

“Okay... it’s not bad.”

“Not bad?” you teased lightly, and his cheeks flushed red again--except this time with embarrassment.

“Okay fine--it was really good.”

“Yay!” you hopped up onto your feet and shot him a grin. “I have a bunch more, wanna watch?”

“...Sure.” Riddle said grudgingly, but when you beamed up at him--what he originally thought was a childish waste of time...

became a precious moment you could share together.

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mobagehelllewds · 4 years

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“time to start the hedonism”

A/N: told you I’d write it.

Please practice safe sex!

all characters featured are depicted as 18+

warning: explicit content below cut–nsfw. gangbang. fellatio. hand job. dirty talk. degradation. nipple play. fingering. creampie. mirror sex. unprotected sex.

You rushed through the halls of Pomefiore’s Dorm. You had heard that there had been an accident in the hallway where the third years were having their classes.

You had also heard that Vil had been one of the victims.

Once you had found out, you had impatiently tapped your foot on the ground, as you waited for class to be over. The moment it did, you bolted out of Night Raven College’s main campus, and headed straight for Pomefiore’s Dorm. You skidded to a stop right before his bedroom door. You looked to the side to double check your appearance in the windows. You quickly patted your hair down and straightened your clothes before you took a deep breath.

“Vil?” you had called, after you knocked quickly on the door.

“Oh. Potato. Come in.” Had been the quick response from your love. You exhaled, he didn’t seem to sound too upset… or affected for that matter.

“Vil! I heard something happened earlier…” your voice faltered as you made it past his bedroom door… only to see six “Vil”s stare at you with cool expressions. “Vil?” your voice pitched up, and you felt a flush rise to your cheeks as you stared back--overwhelmed at the sight of six copies of your beloved… “What… happened?”

The “Vil” closest to you, stood right in front of the only window in his room--he was dressed impeccably in his school uniform. The second “Vil”, dressed in his lab coat, was seated with his legs crossed on the chaise lounge. The third “Vil”, in his PE uniform, peered at you from over his shoulder as he sat on the chair in front of the study table. The fourth “Vil” had long since returned to looking at himself at the gleaming vanity--he was dressed in his ceremonial robes. The last two “Vil”s were lounging on his bed. One had the long deep purple material of his dorm uniform spread around him evenly and elegantly--as if he had taken great care to do so purposely. On his side--closer to the study table, was a “Vil” dressed in an outfit you weren’t particularly familiar with. It looked to be a silk suit, with (and your eyes popped at this) thigh high boots… with an umbrella casually pressed in between his legs. Your mouth instantly dried, as your mind went straight to the gutter.

“You heard about the accident, yes?” Your eyes went from the thigh high boots (you don’t know how many times your eyes raked over the way they shaped your lover’s legs--) to the face of the Vil, dressed in his dorm uniform. He arched a fine brow at you, and you flushed at the realization that he probably had caught you staring.

“Uh…” your voice was scratchy, and you instantly swallowed. “Yes--yeah… I heard but… what… exactly happened?”

“A lot of us third years accidentally swapped Unique Magics.” Lab Coat Vil sighed, as he lifted his hand. You noticed that he had removed his gloves, and was studying his nails. “I swapped with Cater… and unfortunately I’ve yet to control it properly.”

“It seems to have hit a limit with me however.” the Vil with the incredible boots spoke. He studied his outfit critically. “I’m a little upset I couldn’t debut this outfit at the appropriate time…”

“Ah?” at the sound that escaped your lips, that Vil’s eyes fluttered as he looked at you from beneath his lashes. “It’s the costume I was preparing for Halloween… why? See something you like, my sweet potato?” Your face heated even further at the term of endearment.

“I mean--of course I do.” you choked out, and at that--Halloween Vil smiled, and you felt your heart stop when you realized that he had fangs. Dorm Uniform Vil huffed in amusement and raised himself slightly from the bed.

“Either way… there’s little for you to worry about potato… this won’t last too long.”

“Huh?” You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed--the sight of six “Vil”s was something else--you had always known that he was beautiful… but being confronted by six copies was an overwhelming visual stimulation. “Oh… well… yeah I guess… you’d have to give it back to Cater eventually...” That’s when the mood of the room shifted. You looked up only to notice that the various “Vil”s were now studying you with incredibly intense gazes…

“What? Did I say something… wrong…?” you asked, hesitant, before the Vil dressed in the school uniform drew close with a chuckle. He easily reached you with two full strides and used a gloved hand to tenderly lift your chin. He must’ve seen something, because his lips suddenly curled into a wicked smirk.

“Haah… potato… do you appreciate the sight of several copies of me…?” he hummed.

“Of course, I like what I see--I mean… it’s Vil… after all…” your voice grew quiet, and a thrill went down your spine at your own admission. You could feel a heat in your stomach grow, knowing where you might be sleeping tonight… if he was generous enough.

“And there’s something else, isn’t there?” School Uniform Vil practically purred, as he rubbed his gloved thumb across your lower lip.

“No… no… I just… It’s something… I’d love to keep admiring…” your voice was shaky and was clearly unbelievable.

“Potato… are you actually getting off at the thought of--?” Your eyes flickered, only to see Lab Coat Vil draw close to you.

“That’s…” You could feel the tips of your ears burn. Your lips slammed shut, and you trembled.

Your silence said everything.

You flinched as Lab Coat Vil’s hand landed on your back, and slid down to the apex of your thighs… He tutted and glanced at you through pale coloured lashes.

“You’re excited, aren’t you, darling?” He mused. “Have I not told you that lying wasn’t attractive?”

You hear a drawer being slid open, and your eyes dart over to see that the Vil in ceremonial robes had been the one to do it. He pulled out a familiar, violet bottle, and his eyes glimmered.

“Well… I wouldn’t be opposed to entertaining our stupid… little… potato…” His eyes flickered to his copies. You could only gulp, as they all began to move closer to you.

You let out a wanton mewl against Vil’s cock, as another Vil (you didn’t know who was who--but did it really matter? It was Vil all the same) pushed another lubed finger into the heat between your thighs.

It was a sensory overload.

One Vil was beneath you and left red lipstick marks all around your perked nipples. Another one was right in front of you, and you currently serviced his cock with your mouth. Another Vil was directly behind you, as he played with your heat--and eased your entrance open with his fingers. There were “Vil”s on either of your sides--their cocks were stiff, and leaking pre-cum all over your hands. And lastly…

Wearing nothing but his crown, the final Vil sat on his vanity table, his hand slowly slid up and down his cock as he watched you service his other clones. You couldn’t help but moan at the sight of him, touch himself. Your eyes met his, and he tilted his head at your attention. His red lips twitched, and your gaze immediately dropped down to them--god you wanted to kiss him so badly.

“Aren’t you such a selfish pet?” mused the Vil on your immediate left, his hands laced with yours as he continued to pump his own cock. “You still want more of me?”

“I do… I love Vil… I want more of Vil…Nnh!” The Vil behind you curled his fingers, and your eyes fluttered at the sensation. The Vil beneath you sucked harshly against your collarbone--where a vibrant love mark bloomed. Your mouth gaped open at the sensation, and the Vil in front of you pressed a hand against your cheek. He idly swiped away at the saliva and pre-cum that slipped out of your mouth.

“Did I tell you to stop? What a hopeless potato… must I do it myself?” He delicately tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before he pulled you closer to the pretty head of his cock. You instinctively opened your mouth, your tongue dipped into the slit on his head. Vil let out a soft exhale that stuttered into a breathless gasp, his hand laced in your hair. You hollowed out your cheeks as you went further down on him, your eyes teared up briefly at the pleasure, and another Vil quickly reached forward to wipe it away. You bobbed your head up and down, while Vil’s hand tightened its hold on your hair. He let out a groan as he felt his cock engulfed further into your mouth’s wet heat. He glanced at you through heavy lids.

“You should see the way you slobber over my cock like a dog.” you shuddered at that, and he tossed his head back at the sensation. The erotic sight of his pleasure made you clench your heat around the other Vil’s fingers. He pulled your head up to meet your dazed expression. “You… The way you want me is utterly base. I wonder--how many dirty thoughts have you had of me? Of sucking my cock? Of having my cum on you…?” you make a strangled noise at that. The Vil behind you reached a spot that made your knees practically buckle, and let you see stars. You whimpered at the feeling of his fingers as they left your leaking hole. Your entrance clenched and you made a desperate sound at how empty you felt. The Vil behind you let out an amused noise, while the Vil directly in front of you tutted.

“How pathetic…” There’s a haze over your eyes, and you blinked it away. “You came from my fingers…” there’s a smirk on his lips that has your whole-body tremble in anticipation. “And you came because I told you how much of a mess you are, my selfish pet.” You let out a whine.

“You couldn’t even make me cum…” He murmured, and at that, you immediately leaned forward to press eager kisses on his cock’s head. “Do you even deserve my cock at this rate?”

“Please… please…” you mutter feverishly as you worshipped his cock. “I want your cock… I need your cock in me… Please… please…” you practically cried, as you opened your mouth to service him with it again. This time, once you had his cock in your mouth, you went as deep as you could go--you felt the head reach your throat, and your eyes rolled back at the sensation.

“What a stupid darling we have.” Your eyes flickered up, to see that it had been Vil at the vanity table who had spoken. His crown glittered in the light, while he languidly stroked his own erect cock. “How many times have I told you?” he purred, “You have to take responsibility for the mess you make… darling.”

“You should see your expression.” One of the “Vil”s said. “Debauched but…” You felt your hands move. The two “Vil”s that you had been neglecting, rapidly thrusted into your hands. The cock in your mouth moved with a similar rhythm. Beneath you, the Vil teased your nipples, with his fingers and his mouth--making your muffled moans stutter. When you felt a hot sensation pressed against your heat, you keened. The Vil behind you, pulled your thighs together, and rubbed his cock right up against your entrance. You moved your hips, and wished his cock would sink right into you--but from the way that Vil dug his fingers into your waist--you knew he wouldn’t let you do that.

When the pace of the cock in your mouth, and hands began to turn frantic--you eagerly focused. You used your thumbs to tease the slits of the cocks in your hands and used your tongue to rub up against the underside of the cock in your mouth. The “Vil”s let out gasps in unison before their cum splattered all over your face and the one in your mouth spilled its essence down your throat.

Five of the “Vil”s had dissipated as they had reached their climax… which left you in the hands of the last Vil.

The crowned Vil finally rose from his position on the vanity, only to move behind you. You felt him pull you up and adjust you so that you were facing another direction. You blinked, a little dazed--you hadn’t even realized your eyes had closed.

“How dirty…” he leaned from behind you, his breath brushed your ear. “Look at yourself in the mirror, my darling … You are an exquisite sight.”

You do as you're told, only to be transfixed by the sight of yourself in the mirror. Your face… shoulders… chest, thighs--all stained in the white of Vil’s cum. You felt your heat clench at nothing. You let out a little whine, and at the sound--the cock against your back twitched.

“Oh? You’re already excited?” Vil cooed. “... Good… you listened to me when I told you that you’d have to take responsibility for your mess…” He teased your entrance with the head of his cock, and you let out a pleasured mewl--as he finally buried himself into you. He kept you up and pressed up against him as he pounded at you from behind. Your head slipped and fell against his shoulder as his cock filled you up. Your eyes fluttered shut, and he slowed down. You cried, and he hummed in displeasure.

“If we’re going to do this darling… you’ll do it while looking at yourself in the mirror…” Vil breathed against your ear. “Look at yourself darling… look at the way you take me… look at how desperate you are for my cock…” He used his other hand to lift your chin so you could see the way your hips shook, and insistently snapped up against his as you tried to chase your own pleasure. Your face was flushed red--all the way to your ears, and behind you--

His crown was slightly lopsided, his hair came loose from the rhythmic movement of his hips, his eyes heavy lidded with lust and his lips parted, his lipstick still impeccable.

You wanted to ruin him. Just as he had done so to you.

“Vil…” you whined as you turned your face to him, “Vil…” you peppered with kisses, the parts of his cheek you could reach. Vil thrusted particularly rough, and you let out a high-pitched moan at that, your heat tightened around his cock.

“Vil… please… kiss me…” you begged, “Please…”

“And still you want more? Will your thirst for me never sate?” he asked, his eyes glimmered.

“No… No… I love… Vil…” Something in his expression softened, and his nails dug into your skin as he proceeded to pound into you with a vigour you’ve never experienced from him. The heat in your abdomen grew and expanded as he continued to slam his hips into your own. The lewd squelch of your bodies against each other made the heat rise to the nape of your neck.

“Vil--Vil--” you cried before your moans were muffled by his own lips. Your teeth clicked together briefly at the suddenness of the kiss. Your tongues proceeded to roll with the other’s. He pulled away from you, and through heavy lids, you could see the way that your kiss had smudged his lipstick.

“I love you too, my darling.” he murmured softly against your ear, “now come for me.” You shuddered and saw white--as you felt his cock pulse inside of you with his own release. You fall limp against his body, and Vil gently helped you to lie down on the bed. Vil pulled his softening cock out of your heat. You let out a sound at the feeling of his cum dripping out of you and down to your thighs.

You gazed at his ceiling, disbelieving at what had just happened, before your vision was filled with Vil once more. He leaned down to press a soft kiss against your forehead.

“That was…”

“You were beautiful.” Vil praised, and your heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his tone. “You were a vision...” He brushed several strands of hair behind your ear, and you couldn’t help but smile goofily at that. His lips curled up in amusement, before he raised himself. You let out a mournful sound, and he turned back to you.

“I need to clean you up, my sweet.” he consoled gently, “you just rest.”

“But cuddles…” you looked at him with wide eyes, and he sighed.

“Alright… just for a little then.” You gave him an exhausted beam as Vil slid back into the bed and wrapped you in his arms.

“Rest… I’ll wake you up in a bit…” Vil began to hum a song, as your eyes fluttered close, and you slipped into a light, satisfying sleep.��

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years

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“i can hold the world in my hands” ver iv - ruggie, rook & lilia

Would you do the world prompt for Lilia, Rook, and Ruggie?

- from Anonymous.

A/N: Hi everyone~ I’ve finally found the time to write again~ Since my last writing were angst pieces, I figured I’d beg for forgiveness by making some more fluff ahahah. I hope you enjoy!

Let’s go!

PS: pardon my French, I just used Google Translate :x

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (deuce, leech twins, silver),

ver iii (jamil), ver iv (this), ver v (trey), ver vi (ace, jack, epel, sebek)

After Jade had successfully pulled Floyd off you when the latter eel had tackled you to the ground (who decided it would be a good idea to give that person, 191 centimetres?), you finally entered the main hall of the Mostro Lounge. Upon seeing you, several of the other part timers point out where he went. As you slowly slipped to the back of the hall, you finally caught sight of Ruggie.

He caught your gaze at the edge of his eye, and after sending you a quick, sharp grin, he returned back to his serving the table. After which he came up to you.

“Hey you~” He instinctively leaned down, and brushed his cheek against yours, which you happily reciprocate. He ducked his face into your neck. You felt his nose twitch.

“Did Floyd greet you with another hug?”

“He tackled me.”

“Shishishi. Is that so?” he pulled back, and gave you a grin that--to your worry--did not reach his eyes.

“Ruggie.” you frowned, you had come here not to make him sad--but to cheer him on. Floyd was just... really affectionate with people he liked--and it was impossible to say no to him... Primarily because you were both human and weak against Floyd’s tall form.

“It’s fine.” he smiled, “it’s just a... me thing, I’ll get over it. Sorry.”

You’ve got the feeling that Ruggie thinks you’d stand up and just leave him be--but you didn’t want to do that.

I want you to know--that I chose you--I chose to be with you.

That you are irreplaceable.

That you are priceless.

‘How do I do that..?’ you blinked as you snapped your fingers. Ruggie tilted his head in response, before you looked up and said,

“Hey Ruggie. Here’s a secret~”

His ears twitched in interest, in he leant down to come closer to you.

“I can hold the world in my hands!”

“Haaah?” Ruggie furrowed his brows, “how is that supposed to work? Also I thought you didn’t have magic in your world--”

When he felt your gentle and kind fingers brush against his cheeks, he’s thrown into stupefied silence.

“I’m holding the world.” you pulled him close, hoping he could see the sincere love you had for him in your eyes. “I’m holding my world.”

Ruggie’s eyes widened at your statement, and he immediately sputtered in response.

“Wait--you--”

“You’re priceless to me Ruggie.” you pressed your hands against his cheeks, “you’re so important to me--you’re my world.”

“You--” The blush on his cheeks darkened. “You can’t just... say stuff like that, ya know?”

“I can’t help it.” you said, with a gentle smile, that made his cheeks burn brighter and his heart beat faster. “I want you to know how much you mean to me.”

“Well message received.” he said a little grumpy, “please let me go?”

“You’re not pulling away in the first place.” His ears twitched again, and this time his tail flicked too. You grinned at his silence.

“You...”

“Hm?”

“You’re...” he inhaled, before he exhaled. “You’re important to me too, okay? Don’t... don’t go looking at anyone else.”

“There’s no room in my sight, except for you Ruggie!” you chirped and he groaned again.

‘You’re too cute.’ He thought, as he proceeded to duck into your neck again, and with a breath he’s happy that you smell more like him again.

Rook was sta--I mean... hunting again.

You wish he’d pay attention to you, but he’s there--a dreamy sigh escaped his lips as he stared off into the direction of the botanical garden.

‘Staring at Leona again probably,’ you thought, as you tore your gaze away from Rook’s form for the nth time.

You honestly don’t understand how he could have such sharp eyesight--but honestly, it was way more believable than all the other magic in Twisted Wonderland.

Your eyes naturally trailed off to Rook’s direction, only for him to quickly turn your way. You flinched in surprise, and frantically turn to concentrate down at your book. With a little curse, you noticed that the book you were holding was upside down.

“Ohoh.” you hear Rook let out a soft chuckle, before he slunk his way to the seat across yours. “You’ve been shooting me some upset looks, is something the matter?”

“That’s...” you sighed as you put down your upside down book, and look him in the eye... or well... closed? lids?

Yet another intriguing thing about him that you never really question--but simply accept.

“I...” you struggled with how to phrase it before you settle on an idea. “Hey Rook?”

“Hrm?” Though he was seated across you now, his gaze... or his? closed? eyelids? were still fixed in the direction of the gardens.

“I know how to hold the world in my hands.” you declared, and he nodded.

“Is that so?” You huffed in response, and think ‘here goes nothing.’

When Rook felt you gently take his face in your hands, his shut eyelids twitched in surprise to meet your gaze. You had just the slightest tint of red spread across your cheeks.

“Like this.” you said, and he raised a brow, as he wondered what you meant. He furrowed his brows briefly as he attempted to remember what you were talking about.

“I know how to hold the world in my hands.”

His eyes slid open in surprise as you met his gaze head on.

“Like this,” you said, your voice strong, “I’m holding the world in my hands.”

Your eyes meet his, and he quickly realized what you’re trying to get across.

My eyes are on you, Rook.

Are your eyes on me?

‘You..’

‘You are... truly...’

“Mon monarque,” he murmured fervently, as he took your hand and pressed a kiss against the back of it. “Monarque de mon coeur...” he whispered softly.

“Rook?”

“I might acknowledge many kings--but you are the one true ruler of my heart.” he finally said in common tongue, which made your cheeks flush red. “Never loose confidence in my love for you, mon monarque!”

You pulled your hands back as your blush began to brighten, but he only squeezed your hands gently, in reassurance.

“Just--don’t forget--” you inhaled. “don’t look away.”

“Mon monarque--how could I?” Rook’s eyes glittered briefly before his eyes shut, and his familiar smile spread across his face. “You who holds my heart--I eagerly watch what you do next~”

Being with someone as older as Lilia, meant that he was mostly the dominant one in the relationship.

It didn’t help that he was incredibly mischievous. He looked to get you all flustered whenever he could.

‘It’s cute’ he said, ‘I can’t resist your cute face after all~’ Of course, this would only set your face on flame even more, and he’d end up laughing about it.

You wondered if there was anything you could do to show him how much you appreciated him. Or at least--could you make his heart race, the way he did to you?

“You seem to be thinking about something very deeply, little dear.” You jolt upright to stare right into Lilia’s red eyes.

He was hanging upside down in the air again.

“Hey Lilia,” you rest your face in between your palms as you look at the fae.

“Yes, little dear?” a familiar wide smile curled his lips, and you leant forward.

“I can hold the world in my hands.” Lilia raised a brow at that. He made a quick flip in the air, before he landed in the seat right across you. Once he had sat down, he leant forward too.

“However so intriguing, is this the magic of your world?” Lilia tilted his head, his red eyes shimmered with curiosity.

“I guess you can say that.” you giggled in return, “would you like me to show you?”

“I am all ears, little dear.” You reach forward, and only after a moment of hesitation, you cupped his soft cheeks in both of your hands.

“Like this. I’m holding the world.” you whisper, softly. You look into Lilia’s eyes.

His eyes widened briefly at this--his pupils became rounder for a brief moment, and just the lightest pink blush appeared on his cheeks before his expression quickly changed. He tilted his head in your palms, and he regarded you with an uncharacteristically serious expression.

You blushed from the way he looked at you so intensely.

“Aha... Saying such a thing--to an old man like me,” he reached a hand, his thumb slipped onto your pulse. He shut his eyes as he listened to the way he made your heart leap. His smile grew tender at the rhythm of your heart. “you know this means, I won’t let you go, hm?”

Your blush darkened and you pouted.

“No fair Lilia!”

“On the contrary little dear,” he offered you his other wrist. “feel my heart.”

You hesitate for a moment, before you felt for the rhythm of his heart. It was... it felt like it was coordinating with yours--in the same rapid beat.

“There are little things that surprise me.” he admitted gently, “and even less--are there things that could make my heart race. You’ve always done that for me little dear. Everyday, I anticipate what things you’ll do to make my heart race.”

“Lilia...” you dodged his gaze.

“I’ll tell you another thing little dear~ come closer~” You lean forward, to get another look, but Lilia instead took the opportunity to lovingly brush his nose against yours.

“Lilia!” you pulled back, blush up to your ears at this point.

“I do apologize, little dear. You’re far too adorable!” he chuckled, “you flustering me... my, that was also very cute~ Do it more often~?”

“I’ll keep trying!” you said with a huff, “until your whole face also turns red!”

His smirk widened in response.

“and I’ll look forward to all your attempts... kufufu~”

#aiwrites #aiscenarios #twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst ruggie #twst rook #twst lilia #my search history: how do hyenas greet each other #google: they sniff each other's private parts #me: well that wont do #i stand by what i said pomefiore is hard to write for #lilia is lilia #ai twst hold series

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years

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“i can hold the world in my hands” ver vi - ace, jack, epel & sebek

If you're still doing holding the world writing— how about with Ace, Ruggie, Jack, Lilia and Epel?

- from Anonymous

Hi there!~ May I request "I can hold the entire world in my hands." with the first years boys? (Maybe Trey in exchange of Deuce?) . I love your writing!~

- from @silizu

Hi! If you haven’t gotten requests for this yet, I was hoping you could do the world prompt with the remaining 1st years. I love your writing with the TWST boys so much!

- from @tullia-daragona

A/N: Alright! I decided to just compile these three requests because they’re for the rest of the first years!~ These are the last “i can hold the world” requests in my inbox~ We’re almost completely done with this series! I’m a little sad that it’s almost over, but I’m also excited to share other projects--! I don’t want to spoil anything so please do look forward to it!

@silizu, thank you so much for loving my work!

@tullia-daragona thank you so much! i always worry if i capture their characters well, so messages like this really cheer me up! ^^

Without further ado, let’s go!

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (deuce, leech twins, silver),

ver iv (ruggie, rook, lilia), ver v (trey), ver vi (this)

Ace grinned as he spotted you from across the gym.

“Lemme just greet them!” he said to Floyd and Jamil (the former of which had to be held back by the latter, because he saw you too and ‘but I want a hug from Shrimpy!’ ‘Yeah, no’).

"Hey!” Ace panted as he reached you, “were you watching practice?”

“Yeah!” you smiled up at him. “That was amazing Ace!”

“Stop feeding his ego...” Grim huffed as he curled up in your lap and promptly dozed off. You laughed as you stroked Grim’s fur.

“Can you stay the whole time?”

“Yup!” You raised your fist into the air. “I’ll be cheering you on Ace!” Ace shot you a self-satisfied smirk, and drew his face closer to yours.

“Won’t you give me something to encourage me by?”

“Eh? Is the promise of cheering not enough?” He shook his head rapidly.

“Hm...” your gaze wandered off briefly, before you looked back at Ace with a grin.

“Then, how about I tell you a secret~”

“Ah?” Ace tilted his head, “it would depend on the secret.”

“I can hold the world in my hands.” you whisper to him, and he pulled back--brow arched high.

“That can’t be possible. You said there wasn’t anything magic in your world.”

“Come on, humor me Ace.”

“Alright.” he crossed his arms, and cocked his head to the side. With a grin, you reached forward, and cupped his cheeks in your hands. His brows jerked upward.

“Tada~” you giggled at him. “I’m holding the world in my hands!”

Ace felt the heat rise up his cheeks as soon as your words sunk in. His heart skipped a beat at the way you grinned at him with genuine affection.

‘Cute,’ he thought, ‘too cute.’

He pulled away, his eyes flickered in the other direction.

“Whatever.” he said, with a pout. You raise a hand to your own face, as you giggled into your palm at his cute expression. His expression was embarrassed, and there was a bright red flush rising to his cheek.

‘Ace is cute too.’ You thought with a grin.

When he noticed your expression, his pout grew severe and he grabbed your face in his hands too.

“Ace--mhmp!”

He aggressively pressed your lips together, and your eyes instinctively slid shut. Ace nibbled lightly on your lower lip, and you felt the blood rush to your head at the sensation. When Ace pulled back, your lips were redder than usual--and so was your face.

He grinned, pleased with himself.

“Now, that’s encouragement.”

“Ace!” you protested, as your hands raised to your cheeks--you felt the heat that radiated from them. He winked, and with a snicker began to walk back to the rest of the team players.

“Hey [Name]!” you looked up, and he sent you a gentle smile that made the affection in his eyes shine brightly.

‘You’re my world too.’ He mouthed. Once you blushed, Ace felt his cheeks heat up too at his actions. He quickly turned away, and from a walk escalated his movement to a jog.

EXTRA:

You stared after your boyfriend, with loving eyes.

Grim, who had been jostled at your movement, just shot you a grumpy expression.

On the other side of the court, Floyd began to squeeze the life out of Ace.

“Aaaaaa~ Aaaaaaaa~ What was that? That was so disgustingly cute, I’m going to squeeze you--”

“Floyd, please let go of him...” Jamil sighed.

“Good work out there, Jack.” you clapped your hands for him as he finally stopped in front of you. He gave a soft grunt of acknowledgement as he began to steady his breathing. He bent, and placed his palms onto his knees as he panted. When he turned to you, you were already holding out his jug.

“Thanks.” He said, as he popped it open for a drink.

“Wanna sit and take a break? I sliced some peaches for refreshments.” He did as you suggested, as he sat beside you. You handed him a small lunch box set with a fork for him to use. He hesitated for a moment.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

You smiled at that.

Though Jack sounded dismissive, it wasn’t that he didn’t want you doing these things--it was more like he didn’t need you to do these little things for him. He might not actually understand why you even want to always watch him during his morning runs--hang around with water and fruit during his breaks.

“Nah, I want to do this Jack.” you said, and when he furrowed his brows, you added “you’re my boyfriend after all. I want to these things to show you that I’m cheering you on.”

He immediately raises his unoccupied hand to hide the lower half of his face, his eyes flickered away from yours in embarrassment. However, with a quick glance--

‘Yup. His tail is wagging.’ you thought joyfully, before quickly making sure that when he turned back to you--you were looking at his face. No need for your boyfriend to know that he instinctively moves his tail around when he’s happy.

“I know you’re cheering me on.” He finally said, “but it’s fine if you don’t show up sometimes okay? I don’t mind if you sleep in... or something. A lot of the seniors tell me that I wake up insanely early so...”

“It’s fine. If I can make it, I will, if I don’t, I won’t.” you reach to lace your fingers with his. “I’m okay Jack. Anytime with you is worth it.”

He doesn’t look particularly convinced, but he nodded, and turned his gaze back to the fruit you had cut for him.

‘How do I convince him?’

“Hey Jack.”

“Yeah?” he asked, as he stuffed a fruit slice into his mouth.

“I can hold the world in my hands, you know.”

“Hah?” he turned to you, confused. “Is that... possible?”

“Sure is.” you chirped, “want me to show you.”

“Alright.” he answered slowly, as he ate another fruit slice.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you slid one hand underneath his chin, and slowly turned his face to look at you. He looked at you strangely, one cheek round, because he had stopped chewing at your action. You slid your other hand to his other cheek and beamed at him.

“Like this.” You said, “I can hold the world like this.”

He furrowed his brow in confusion, as he seemed to try and comprehend your statement. You see how he gets it by the way his ears and tail stiffen.

“Wait you--”

Then he proceeded to choke on the fruit slice in his mouth. He pulled away and doubled over as he coughed.

“Oh no--Jack, are you okay?” you frantically offered him a handkerchief and brought him his jug as his cough subsided to a wheeze.

“I’m--” he wheezed, “okay--just, give me... a minute...” he raised his other hand to his to feel his heart, and the way it’s rhythm had increased because of your statement.

‘How--how do you shake my heart so effortlessly?’

He wondered, as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. When you notice his glance, you shoot him a relieved smile, which made him feel his blush rise even further up his face.

“You--” You leant forward.

“I--what?” you tilted your head, and he cleared his throat.

“Did you mean that?”

“That you are my world?” You asked, and he blushed. Amused, you nodded, “of course I did Jack.” His eyes flickered away again, and you looked at his tail to notice that it began to wag gently.

Unfortunately for you, you weren’t quick enough this time. When his tail suddenly stilled, you looked back at Jack to see his face was beet red.

“Was my tail...?”

“Eheh...” He abruptly stood up and began to walk off. “Ah! Wait! Jack! I’m sorry! I can’t help it! It’s so cute I didn’t want you to stop!”

“Don’t call me cute!” he called back, his ears folded back lightly against his head, and you barely thought of an ‘awww’ before he growled at you, his face becoming an even brighter red shade. He quickly came up to you, and wrapped you in his warm embrace.

“You... you make my heart beat so fast... and you’ve always... just known how I feel--I” your face flushed red (from his statement, or the way you’re pressed against his muscles--you don’t know) “I--I want to know your heart too.” he finished softly, and you giggled against his pecs (his pecs!)

“Silly Jack, you already know my heart!” you pulled back to look up at his flushed face. “I told you right? I love you.” he turned away, his ears twitched and his tail moved again.

“K..keep quiet. Please.”

Epel offered you another carved apple, which you happily took.

“Is it fine to eat such a pretty thing?” you sighed, as you stared in awe at the detailed rabbit in your hands.

“It’s fine.” Epel smiled at you, and you know how much he hated it--but your heart beats a little faster at the way the sunlight hits his lavender hair, and eyelashes. They make his blue eyes shine all the more--and it leaves you breathless.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Epel tilted his head, and blinked--his pale lashes tangled ever so briefly.

“I’m just glad I have you for a boyfriend.” you tell him with a smile. At that, a light flush rose to his cheeks.

“I’m not particularly strong, or masculine.” he finally said, as put down his knife. He frowned at himself in the mirror. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

Your heart twisted.

You’re lucky he lets you see his much more tender expressions--but Epel always struggled with his looks. Being someone who was raised in the farm, you could sort of understand that this perception was built by how his delicate features meant he was often coddled. Epel probably grew up with this perception that being skilled was better than being pretty--and that the scales weren’t in his favor.

It didn’t help he was placed in Pomefiore, where they prized beauty above all else.

But, Epel was forgetting one thing.

If anything, he truly did suit the House of the Beautiful Queen.

“Epel,” you leant forward. “Listen--I do really think you fit the House of the Beautiful Queen above all else.”

“What? What do you mean?” he frowned.

“The Beautiful Queen prized her beauty above all else, but.... being beautiful isn’t just about looking the part.” you said as you struggled to remember one of Vil’s many lectures, “Vil said it too right--that you have to also be skilled, to truly be beautiful.”

“I’m... I’m having a difficult time understanding.”

“I’m saying Epel--if there’s anything you really need to take away from the Beautiful Queen is this--it’s owning, claiming your beauty, and finding a way to use it to your advantage to come out stronger.” His eyes widened in response. “Being beautiful doesn’t mean being weak. You just need to learn how to use it to make yourself stronger.”

“Really? Is that what you think?”

You nod vigorously.

“Epel, you--” you paused, “look, I know how to hold the world in my hands.” He stared at you quizzically at the sudden change in topic, but you only smiled.

“Huh?”

“Here.” you gently cupped his face in your hands, and he froze--his already wide eyes become bigger as he looked at you. “You’re my world Epel. It makes me sad that you don’t see--you’re both beautiful and strong Epel. You’re not just one or the other. You’re both.”

Epel stared at you, startled--and in awe. The light hits your face, your eyes shimmer with pure love, and your smile is so kind.

His heart skipped a beat--at your unfaltering love and devotion, despite his own insecurities.

He doesn’t understand why people still call him beautiful, with you right by his side.

“I--thank you, [Name].” you beamed as you see that the way he looked at you meant that you had gotten your message across.

“That’s good!” you beamed, and as you pulled back your hands, Epel grabbed one and pressed a soft kiss against it. He reached his other hand to brush your cheeks as well.

“[Name]... I want you to know that you’re incredibly beautiful too,” he paused. “and I’ll kick anyone’s arse if they think otherwise.”

You felt yourself blush at that, and you ducked your head--you felt bashful.

“Thank you Epel.”

“And...”

You looked up at him, and he sent you a heartrending smile.

“You’re my world too.”

"Choose Sebek!” You demanded, with your arms wrapped around yourself. “Malleus or me?”

Sebek immediately sputtered in response, his face contorted into an uncomfortable expression which proved to you that he couldn’t choose.

(Somewhere behind you, Lilia let out a low “oooooh”, and Silver snorted himself awake, muttering “whazzat.” To which the fae actually ‘shushed’ him.)

At any other time, you would’ve shot Lilia an incredulous look, but you were busy staring at the stuttering student.

“That is... I--” he swallowed, his eyes darted around nervously before he met your gaze again.

“It’s fine Sebek.” you sighed, as you shot him a false smile. “I was joking.”

“You were?” Sebek perked up.

(”Of course she wasn’t!” Lilia said, the telltale sound of crunching made you twitch--was he eating your popcorn? Watching this confrontation? Like a drama?)

Sebek glanced behind you then looked at you again.

Of course you weren’t joking.

Well, half-joking really.

You had, earlier, complained to Lilia that Sebek would often still chose Malleus over you.

(”Then test him!” Lilia said, with an excited gleam in his eyes. For real--that old man loved his drama.)

So after being hyped up by Lilia, you had decided to ask him this question. You had wanted to know if he’d pick Malleus or you in an instant.

Some very insecure part of you worried endlessly that he’d immediately pick Malleus without a second thought, so it took all your courage to actually see what he’d chose. On the other hand, you really didn’t want to do this. Malleus was important to him--you got that but sometimes--

You wondered if you were any important to him as he was to you.

That he had difficulty choosing--’Well that meant something right?’ you thought to yourself. ‘That there’s a chance he might chose me.’

Though you were disappointed he hadn’t chosen you instantly, you tried to tell yourself to be satisfied with his indecision at least.

However, you’d make one thing clear to him...

“Listen, Sebek.” he flinched and met your gaze again.

“Yeah?”

“I can hold the world in my hands.” You hold his gaze steadily. “This is something Malleus probably cannot do.”

He bristled lightly at that, his instinct was to defend his lord--that is until you stepped closer and cupped his face in your warm hands.

“I’m holding my world.” You confessed, and he more than feels his face reddened at the realization--what you’re trying to get across to him--

‘I chose you Sebek.’

‘I chose you.’

Your eyes glimmered.

‘Could you choose me?’

Just as quickly as you held him, you let go of him and shot him a weak smile.

“Well, that’s all I wanted to say.” you said before you moved to take the seat next to Lilia. Sebek hesitantly took the seat next to you, and he would glance at you then down on his hands again.

‘You chose me... without thinking twice... I...’ his fist clenched, ‘why can’t I do the same for you...?’

#aiwrites #aiscenarios #twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst ace #twst jack #twst epel #twst sebek #actually ace is the one who owns a braincell between deuce grim and him tbh #jack is cute and i want to touch his tail...#i would simp harder for epel if blavat sky didnt exist #in conclusion sebek is the hardest first year to write for #romantically atleast--im interested how they'll handle his character arc...#ai twst hold series

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years

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“i can hold the world in my hands” ver ii - deuce, jade, floyd & silver

A/N: Hello hello I finally finished farming the FGO event. I’m continuing the “i can hold the world in my hands” series with some self-indulging choices~ I won’t write anymore for this series unless people request for it. For the ones who have sent in requests, please do not worry! I will get right on it since that will be my next writing priority~! :)

Now! Without further ado~ Let’s get some fluff!

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (this), ver iii (jamil), ver iv (ruggie, rook, lilia), ver v (trey), ver vi (ace, jack, epel, sebek)

Underneath his breath, Deuce rapidly muttered out the magical theories written in Riddle’s notes. His brows furrowed, and his mouth, pouted--a soft giggle escaped your lips because you can’t help admire how genuinely adorable he was being.

You knew about his past--he had already told you that he used to be a delinquent, and that he worried his mother so much so that he wanted to change his image in high school. He was doing his best to be a model student--the type of student he thought, would make his mother proud. It was sweet, and it made you want to cheer him on as much as possible.

You quietly slid a drink his way, just something he can use to refresh himself with--studying magic theory was difficult. It wasn’t exactly for everyone. It was something you couldn’t help with either, because regardless of how much you tried to understand--you had no magic. You would never be able to really comprehend the topic. So, the most you can do was sit by his side, give him a drink and maybe snacks when he looked really stressed.

Seeing the drink at the corner of his eye, Deuce closed the notebook and leaned his head back against his seat.

“My head hurts.” he whined, and you laughed.

“But you’re almost done.” you placed a hand on his shoulder, and he hummed as you rubbed it gently, “just a little more.”

“I might need a break.” he said after a moment of silence, the faintest glitter of mischief in his green eyes was definitely the delinquent in him. You smiled, you loved this about him too-of course.

“Hm...” you tapped your lower lip, “then let me tell you a trick I learnt back home.”

He tilted his head in interest, and you shot him a grin.

“Did you know, I can hold the world in my hands?”

“What?” he gaped, you chuckled at his expression--leave it to Deuce to actually believe you meant it--literally. “Wait, how? Like is it magic? But no it’s not magic, you don’t have magic--so wait how does that work--”

Your hands land on his cheeks, and you squished his face.

“What are you doing?” he shot you a quizzical look.

“Holding the world.” you winked. He stared at you confused.

“I...” you tilted your head, patiently waiting for him to respond. “I don’t get it.” he said finally, and a snort slipped out of you, followed by a guffaw. In fact, you’re so amused, you begin to tear up, and your hands slip away to cover your mouth.

“What? Why are you laughing Prefect? I really don’t get it!” He had a genuinely frustrated expression on his face, and it makes you laugh even harder.

“Oh you adorable boyfriend of mine.” you pinched his cheeks, and he lets out a yelp. “I mean that you’re my world.”

“Oh.” his eyes are wide, and you give him several more moments to understand what you tried to convey to him. “Oh... you mean... I’m your... that is...”

“Yes.” You nodded firmly, “you’re my world Deuce.”

He stared back at you, genuinely amazed, as heat crawled up his face. “I’m-- that is--eh--you” he shakily cleared his own throat, before his hands moved to cup your cheeks as well.

“You...” his face turned a brilliant shade of red reminiscent to a certain dorm leader’s. “you’re my world too.”

When Ace and Grimm returned to the dorm room bringing even more snacks, they’re met by the sight of the the two of you sitting a space a part, with beet red faces. Ace and Grimm shared an expression of disgust.

“Eww.”

When Jade couldn’t entertain you because he was busy doing errands for Azul, or working at Mostro Lounge--he would calmly slip an arm around your waist, and lead you off to relax in his bedroom. He would usher you into his bed, wrap you tight in his blankets, before leaving to go back to whatever he was doing.

So here you were, wrapped snugly in his blankets, blinking slowly as you had just awoken from a brief nap. The door opened, and Jade slipped in with a tray of your favourite drink from Mostro Lounge.

“Good afternoon my flower,” he greeted softly, “did you have a good nap?”

“Mhm... yeah.” You blinked rapidly, trying to shoo the sleep away now that your beau was here. “you spoil me too much Jade.”

“Ohoh... I’ll have to disagree,” his lips curled into that familiar smile that made your heart skip several beats. The same smile that made you fall head over heels for the merman. “I do not believe I spoil you enough.” He gently gave you your drink, and placed the tray down onto the bedside table. You take the straw, and slip it between your lips as you watched him undress his outer layers, at a slow pace. He put his hat down, carefully folded his scarf at the end of the bed, and slipped off his outer blazer. When he looked up, and caught your gaze, his smile widened.

“Oh my. Is there a reason you were staring, my flower?” You felt your whole face flush red at that.

“N-no!” you stuttered out, and his eyes slid shut, making him all the more devious looking.

“Please stop teasing me Jade.”

“I can’t help it. It comes naturally to me.” He chuckled lightly, as he removed his bowtie, and took a seat next to you. He noticed you were done with your drink, and without saying anything, grabbed it, to put on the bedside table. You couldn’t help but pout a little.

“Jade--I want to do something for you too.” ‘Or rather, I wish I could fluster you the way you do to me.’

“Hm?” he wrapped an arm around your waist before he gently pulled you up against him. You basically slackened in his arms, and his smile had a glint of amusement. What people seemed to forget was that as Floyd’s twin brother, Jade gave some pretty great tight hugs too. You could spend all day in his arms if you could.

“This is enough for me, flower.” he said, as he rearranged the two of you to be lying down on his bed--with you halfway on top of him.

“Yeah but... I feel like you’ve given me so much--and I don’t give back a fraction of what you do.” He tilted his head, his gold and olive eyes glimmered with affection. “You can try.” He said, his lips curled. You puffed your cheeks, and he chuckled as he stroked your back, while you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

‘What can I do for him?’ You nuzzled your head. ‘Or rather--I want to him to be flustered. I want him to blush. What can I do?’ Sensing that you were deep in thought, his lips curled even more, before he shut his eyes, waiting patiently for whatever it was you would throw at him. That, was what was fun with you after all. You weren’t very predictable, and it gave Jade a thrill.

When you suddenly moved away from his hold, he opened his eyes, to find you staring at him determinedly from above.

“My my...” his lips curled, “isn’t this a sight I can get used to?” You feel your flush rise all the way to your ears.

“Jade!” he chuckled in response.

“I do apologize flower.” he quirked his brow. “so what are you planning on doing now?”

You steadied yourself above him and took in a deep breath.

“Jade, do you know I know how to hold the world in my hands?” He arched a fine brow at that. You could tell he didn’t think it was possible, but that he would humor you for now.

“Oh? I haven’t heard about this before.” he looked at you thoughtfully, “how exactly would one go about holding the world?”

When he feels your fingers slide across his jawline, and curve around his cheeks--he blinked in wonder.

His normally heavy lidded eyes went wide, his brows raised, his lips were parted ever so slightly and the slightest rush of pink rose to his cheeks.

Jade--startled and flustered--you had rarely seen such a face.

“I’m holding my world in my hands.” you said, with such a beautiful, tender smile that Jade’s heart instantly fluttered in excitement. His smile bloomed again--except this one wasn’t sly, or amused--but sincere and filled with love. His blush was still there, just the slightest shade of pink--but you can see it--and you couldn’t help but bask in your success.

“Oya... you remain the only one who can surprise me like this.” he chuckled softly, as he reached out a gloved hand to pull your face closer to his. He pressed a soft, but heated kiss on your lips. Once he pulled away, you regarded him with a pink face.

“How cute.” he muttered, and the next thing you knew--was that he flipped your positions.

“Jade!” you squeaked lightly, and he smiled in response. With his bigger frame, it was easy for him to grab both of your hands and keep them beside your head. Meanwhile his other leg moved between your thighs. “Jade!” your breath hitched in response, and this time for sure--there was a very satisfied smirk on his lips.

“I do apologize my flower, but I couldn’t help myself with you being as cute as you are.” He leant down to kiss your forehead, then nose, cheek and finally lips. “Won’t you show me cuter expressions?”

“--!”

“Yes,” he mused “just like that...” he trailed off as he moved to kiss you once more.

When you enter Mostro Lounge in search of Floyd, you’re immediately greeted by Azul.

“Ah, you’re here.” Azul nodded in acknowledgement, “Floyd is... having one of his terrible moods...”

“Say no more.” Azul breathed a sigh of relief, thanking the Witch of the Seas that you were always willing to reign in your boyfriend--especially when Jade was out, busy. “I’ll handle it. Is he in his room?” When he gave you an affirmative nod, you went on your way. The Octavinelle students parted around you--all shooting you thankful expressions in the process.

You knocked gently on his door, only to hear incoherent grumbling. You giggled to yourself, pushed open the door, and playfully peeked in. Floyd was hidden underneath his quilt--making it look like there was a huge mound just shifting around on the bed.

“Azul go away.” the mound shook, and you almost let out an ‘awww.’

“Nope~” you said in a sing-song tone. “Guess who?”

The mound paused, before Floyd’s head peaked out of the covers. The lifeless frown on his face immediately turned into a smile often reserved only for you. Your heart melted at his change of expression, and the gleam of adoration on it--but you also felt a little sad, it’s not as bright as it normally was.

“Shrimpy!” He quickly sat upright, and opened the blanket in invitation. With a smile, you took off your shoes, before Floyd impatiently pulled you into his arms, and underneath the blanket. He repositioned the two of you so that you were sitting on his lap, with your legs wrapped around his waist, his arms around your own waist, and his face nuzzled into your neck. You could also feel the way he wrapped the blanket around you, and the following squeeze he gave.

“Hello Floyd~ how are you?”

“Better now that you’re here.” was his muffled reply, and you felt your face warm.

“Why, did something happen?” You felt him shrug.

“Nothing. Just sad.”

“Aww.” you reach up a hand to brush through his hair, and he hugged you tighter in response.

‘How could I cheer Floyd up?’

The thing with having Floyd as your boyfriend, meant that you often had to come up with different ways to cheer him up. Often, a method you used once wouldn’t work twice. The one method that always worked was if you submitted yourself to his cuddles for as long as he wanted.

The reason you came up with different methods was--

Well.

You loved him. Truly. Even if you knew it was normal for him to be as moody as he was--you never wanted to see Floyd sad. So you were always just willing to come up with ways to cheer him up.

‘So what could I do...’ While you were thinking, Floyd rubbed his cheek against yours absentmindedly, and your eyes widened in realization. ‘I can do that!’

“Floyd, baby, can you look at me?”

“Hngh...”

“Come on, just a second okay?” you coaxed gently, until he pulled back and stared at you with a confused pout.

“Shrimpy... why... I want to keep cuddling...” he whined softly.

“Listen to this Floyd.” You slid your arms away from his waist, at which he made a mournful noise that broke your heart.

“You know, I can hold the world in my hands.”

“I don’t care.” his pout grew severe as his hold on you tightened.

“Come now, let me at least show you how I can do it--then we can go back to the cuddles.”

“... Fine... just so we can cuddle fas--”

When he feels your hands slip to cup his face gently, he stared at you in surprise. Your eyes grew tender as he finally met your gaze.

“There we go. I’m holding the world in my hands.”

“Shrimpy...” he stared at you, awed, ‘for you to think this of him... he feels....’

‘He feels.’

His face lit up with the big smile that you’ve come to so ardently love.

“And there’s the smile I love!--” you let out a yelp when you’re suddenly tackled down onto the bed.

“Floyd?”

Floyd looked down at you, and you gulped a little at that gleam of mischief in his two-toned eyes and that slight curl on his lip...

“I too~ Will show Shrimpy... how important you are to me...”

“Wait--mhm!”

“Mhm~ I love you too Shrimpy~”

Silver was asleep again.

You smiled wryly to yourself, as you carded your fingers through his hair. When he hadn’t picked you up after class, you knew you’d find him here--in this meadow. His last class for today was flying, with this meadow being at the midpoint between the field and your classroom. This wasn’t the first time he hadn’t shown up to pick you up, only to have fallen asleep here.

You were always worried about Silver--worried about where he might accidentally fall asleep, and in the chance he gets endangered by it. You tried not to--after all, you knew he was a knight, and how well he did his job when... well... when he was awake.

Whenever you conveyed your worries to Silver, he always dismissed it--saying that he had gotten used to it, and that he had never gotten in danger before.

But what was he expecting? For you to be able to completely stop worrying?

You cared about him very deeply--after all, you loved him.

So you did what you could do given the circumstance--you tried to see him as often as possible. Just to make sure he was awake. He had originally raised a brow at your sudden... well... clingy tendencies... but all in all didn’t seem to be suspicious.

Lilia knew though, and the old man laughed.

“He really should stop making you fret... it’s not very knightly of him.” Lilia’s smirk revealed the tip of his fangs.

“It’s really not because of the sudden sleeping,” you confessed, “either way, I’ll always be worried for him...because...” you flushed red, and Lilia’s smirk widened. “I really do love him.”

“It makes me happy to see you so devoted to that child.” he mused. “I genuinely am... but”

“But?”

“But little one, you really should explain it to him--your worry that is.”

“I’ve tried Lilia.” you frowned, “I can’t seem to get it across to him.”

“I’m certain you just haven’t tried everything you can do.” he gestured for you to lower yourself so he can pat you warmly on the head. “Why don’t you tell him how important he is to you?”

“I’m sure you can do something about our Silver.”

You idly wondered how to go about Lilia’s advice, when you noticed movement on your lap. You looked down to see Silver’s pale, tangled lashes flickering ever so slightly.

“Good morning Silver...”

He blinked blearily up at you.

“Ah... did I... fall asleep?”

“Mhm.” you hummed, his eyes slipped shut again.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” ‘I’m used to it.’

“Your lap is comfortable.” he murmured, and the light flush that had already been in your cheeks since you decided to put his head on your lap--darkened considerably.

“Why don’t you tell him how important he is to you?”

You weren’t very good at serious things, but maybe that played a part in why Silver didn’t really understand your worry.

“Hey... Silver?”

“Hm?”

“Did you know... I could hold the world in my hands?” His nose scrunched up, and he opened his eyes to gaze up at you.

“Is that... possible?”

“Yeah.” you hesitated as you stopped stroking his hair. “can I show you?”

He nodded his head as well as he could from his position when he felt the way you place your palms against his cheeks. His eyes widened as he stared into your own glimmering ones.

“You’re my world, Silver.”

He exhaled at that, and he momentarily shut his eyes in irritation at himself. ‘I’ve made her needlessly worry about me, haven’t I?’

“I... I don’t know how much I can promise you.” He started, “Lord Malleus... even my old man... they don’t fully understand my condition but... I’ll try to stay awake more.”

“If you can’t... can you sleep in a more crowded place? Like maybe where people will see you at least. So they know where you are.” He blinked at your suggestion before he nodded.

“I think I can do that.”

“That’s good.” you sighed in relief, and just as you were about to move away, Silver reached for your own cheek. He stroked it, before he guided your face closer to his own.

‘From this angle--’

“You know, from this angle...” he smiled very gently, and you felt hot, all the way to the tips of your ears. He was so beautiful--his features so delicate--he was like a prince. “All I see is you. You’re my world to you know?”

His grip tightened, and he used his other elbow to slowly raise himself to give you a light feathery kiss.

#aiwrites #aiscenarios #twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst deuce #twst jade #twst floyd #twst silver #jade??? my favourite??? *dodgy eyes* where'd you get that idea...#what's this??? the leech twin stories take place in their bedroom???#nothing suspicious at all i assure you #its just soft warm cuddling here friends #silver's got slightly angsty by accident im sorry #*innocently sips iced chocolate*#ai twst hold series

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