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groundzerosgirlfriend · 5 months

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Breaking the Rules.

If anyone ever caught him like this, he doesn't think he'd ever be able to recover. The sound of footsteps wandering a little too close to one of the many abandoned classrooms at the infamous Night Raven College made the hairs on his skin stand up straight with fear, and his soft, labored breathing ceased entirely for a few moments. He'd probably prefer if the ground magically opened up and swallowed him whole, wiping him completely off the face of the world entirely, then to ever be exposed in such a public and lewd demeanor.

It's unbecoming of a young man like himself to be treated in such a humiliating manner. The position he held at Night Raven College was supposed to set him apart from the other 'stragglers' and 'peasants' on campus. It was supposed to show his competence to lead his dorm, his dignity, and his grace. It was all he knew, as he had sacrificed his entire youth for it. An overbearing childhood stuck at a wooden desk and an uncomfortable chair in his designated room, loveless and aggressive words from a guardian who already had his future planned out for him, a lack of physical affection that he now yearns for, and a myriad of sleepless nights and tired mornings staring at the fine print of thousands of textbooks have sculpted him into who he is.

Yet, his current display was significantly less than dignifying. It destroyed and demolished the entire image he had been creating and perfecting over the past 17 years. Instead, portraying how pathetic and touch-starved he truly was, for the smallest scraps of affection and approval, when he had accepted a handjob from the infamous NRC prefect fighting against overblots left and right ever since they had landed themselves in this mystical world.

Though handjob wasn't truly the correct term to describe this scene, Instead, it was more you holding your fist open and him humping pitifully through the hole in your hand as you occasionally squeezed down on him; his back leaned into your chest as you leaned against the wall of the empty classroom. Through the midst of his foggy and melted mind, he heard your soft coos towards him, your soft kisses pressing down his cervical vertebrae (boom, nursing major!).

His body felt hot, way warmer than it usually was in his uniform. He wanted nothing more than to claw his way out of yours and his clothes, craving skin-to-skin contact with you. Yet, all he is given is a hushed whisper as soon as he attempts to speak through choked groans.

"Shhh...just feel my dear. Don't speak. Don't want anyone to see you like this do we." Crooning gently in his ear as you blow streams of cool air on his lobes.

The words are caught in a lump in his throat as his mind screams at him to tell you what he wanted—no needed in this moment. Yet he can't. His tongue is heavy, and his sentences fall flat as he tries not to tear up from how good you're making him feel. This sort of pleasure was unknown to him; doing such a thing in his mother's house was taboo of the greatest extent and would surely end in her screeching at him, just as she does whenever he does something she does not approve of, and though he had knowledge of the reproduction system in high detail thanks to the numerous textbooks, nothing could have prepared him for the prickly feeling running through his veins and the gentle cramping of his balls as he tries to figure out what exactly is happening to him and why he does not want it to stop.

Your hand clutches down gingerly once more for a mere moment, still not entirely wrapped around him as he desperately fights the urge to ask you to do more, not wanting to sound greedy or ungrateful for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity you've given him despite the whereabouts. So, he simply grits his teeth and looks down in shame, quickly noticing the generous amounts of slick wetness now slathering your hand and his dick from his pre-cum alone, embarrassed to be this aroused by such a simple act.

He grimaces internally at the scene but is quickly caught off guard as he suddenly does less of the humping and your hand grips around him entirely, and your ministrations become much heartier as you move back and forth quickly, causing a huge spike in the pleasure he was feeling and bringing back the returning tightness in balls that now lingers in his stomach as well.

This time he has no choice but to speak, the hastened pace throwing him head-first into something he has never been accustomed to, with his words slurred and stuttered as he tries to assemble a coherent sentence. "W-wait..to much..f-feels-."

Yet, his words fly right past your ears and are cut even shorter as you take pleasure in his uncomposed state, his jaw slacks, and as his nails dig into your thighs for comfort and grounding, his uniform more wrinkled than it has ever been since you've met. As he babbles incoherent words drowned out by a wretched whimper, your hand is coated in runny dribbles of whitish-translucent cum as tears prick his eyes as heaves and pants his body, shivering from sensitivity alone.

Suddenly his face blooms into a beautiful shade of red similar to the as the roses he forces all the students, misbehaving or well-behaved alike, to paint continuously every week as followers under the Queen of Hearts, an intense shiver running through his entire vertebrae until it ends at the coccyx, as time seemingly slows down as you push your cream-covered fingers in your mouth, a 'pop' reverberating from your lips.

He sighs shakily, as he composes himself, ready to speak a phrase of how disgusting and unappealing such a thing is, but before he can, you knock the wind out of his lungs, just like everything else you do.

"You taste sweet. Keeping eating all of those tarts." He buries his face in hands, as you giggle, knowing that you owe Ms. Rosehearts a sincere handwritten apology along with chocolates and wine for corrupting her son to a point of no return, because now he's addicted to you in all the wrong (right) ways.

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purple-plum-petals · 7 months

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Hi! I love reading your works and I have a little request if you don't mind for a Jade x Reader.

I really just want a short where the reader is making their Halloween costume (a mushroom fairy) and surprises Jade with it. It'd be even cuter if the mushroom that the reader got inspiration from also happened to be a favorite of Jade's.

⊱ A Tailor-Made Coshroom ⊰ || Jade Leech X Reader

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮ Character(s): Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, Grim (Twisted Wonderland) Reader Type: Human, Ramshackle Prefect (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) – Reader is mentioned to be shorter than Floyd and Jade. Warning(s): Brief Mentions of Blood, but Besides That, Nothing! I also always use the Japanese TWST Terms (Dorm Leader instead of Housewarden, Madols instead of Thaumarks, etc.) in my writing. Genre: Drabble, Fluff, Attempt at Comedy, Romantic or Platonic Relationship (It Can Technically be Read as Either since Nothing is Stated Directly, but it Does Lean More on the Romantic Side of Things) Word Count: ~1,900 words Request: “Hi! I love reading your works and I have a little request if you don't mind for a Jade x Reader. I really just want a short where the reader is making their Halloween costume (a mushroom fairy) and surprises Jade with it. It'd be even cuter if the mushroom that the reader got inspiration from also happened to be a favorite of Jade's.” Author’s Note: I’m overjoyed to hear you enjoy my works; thank you so much for reading! This ask has been sitting in my inbox for quite some time but, since spooky-season is right around the corner, I thought now would be the perfect time for me to post this. I’ve been lacking a lot of motivation when it comes to writing as of late, but I’m hoping I can pump out at least one request every week from now on until my inbox is cleared out. I actually started my Master’s program, so hopefully I’ll have time to be able to write for enjoyment rather than just for academics. 😅 I hope this is alright; I have to admit, I’m a bit rusty haha. (Also, just a PSA, the ending is supposed to be cute I swear – it’s just Jade acting a little more childish like Floyd and was not intended to be creepy! I didn’t want this to get too long since it was supposed to be a shorter piece, but I had no idea where to end it. 😔) Also, yes, the title is a pun on costume/mushroom – yes, I couldn’t think of another title.

→ If you enjoyed my work, please reblog it if you can! Exposure on Tumblr is based on reblogging content rather than liking it, so your support would be much appreciated! ♡ ╰─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╯

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Halloween was inching closer and closer by the day and you didn’t have much more time to complete your costume. So, as soon as you were finished with class for the day, you immediately returned to Ramshackle, cooping yourself up in your room until it was time to make you and Grim dinner. You had been working non-stop on your costume for the past week or so, powering through the many times you’ve pricked your finger with your accursed sewing needle. You couldn’t even count the numerous occasions that Grim or the ghosts had to help bandage your hands up after all your slip-ups at this point.

You had come up with an idea nearly a month ago and wanted to make it a reality with your own two hands – this year for Halloween, you would be a mushroom fairy! You had thought the idea was pretty cute, plus it was a simple enough costume to make considering all the DIY videos you could find on the internet. While it most certainly wouldn’t be unique by any means, hopefully your classmates would be able to appreciate the work you had put into it.

Your costume was based on the Fly Agaric mushroom, also known as Amanita Muscaria, simply because it was an iconic mushroom with its recognizable red-and-white-dotted cap. It was also one of your upperclassmen’s favorite species of mushroom, but that wasn’t the reason why you chose it – it was just a coincidence, you swear.

Right now, you were currently finishing up your mushroom cap, sewing on a few final details into the red fabric considering Halloween was now only two days away at this point. You were certainly excited to be able to show off your costume to your friends, and you were hoping you’d get a genuine reaction out of the previously-mentioned upperclassman. After about another twenty minutes, you had completed adding all of the small white beads to your hat. With a wide smile, you held your costume out in front of you. It was finally ready, and you couldn’t wait to see what everyone thought of it at the party.

Before you knew it, it was finally Halloween and – after weeks of hard work and bloody fingertips – you were finally able to wear your costume! You already had gotten quite a few compliments from some of your friends, but you had a specific upperclassman in mind you knew would absolutely love what you were wearing. You were currently scanning the room to see if you could find him, trying to spot his signature teal hair among the large body of students. It shouldn’t be too hard to find him considering how tall he was, but you ended up finding his brother before you could him.

“Hey Floyd! Happy Halloween!” You said with a smile, making your way over to one of the school’s biggest menaces. Floyd’s face seemed to light up when he saw you, a bright yet somewhat intimidating grin spreading across his features.

His sharp teeth were at full display as he made his way over to you, waving as he said in a sing-song tone, “Shrimpy~, there you a–!” However, once he seemed to register your costume, his smile immediately faded as he questioned with a slight scowl, “…What are you wearing?”

“I’m a mushroom fairy! Pretty cute, right?” You told him in return, pride filling your chest as you gestured towards your outfit.

“Ew, no – mushrooms are gross.” Floyd said with a grimace, looking almost disappointed with you.

“What? No they’re not! They’re absolutely adorable!” You told him in return, placing your hands on your hips as you stood your ground.

“Ugh – you’ve been hangin’ out with Jade too much. He’s a bad influence on you.” Floyd said, coming over and placing his arm on your shoulder as he leaned into you with his taller form. He had the habit of using you like an armrest every now and again, a habit that he had picked up months ago at this point.

“Arguably, I think you’re a worse influence.” You said with a slight huff, trying to keep yourself balanced considering you had a giant leaning against you. You moved the hat on your head out of the way so you could glance up at Floyd, asking him, “Where is your brother, by the way? I’ve been looking all over for him.”

“Last time I saw him, he was with Azul by the food table.” Floyd said, glancing down at you in return. However, once your eyes met, a wide smirk began growing on his face. As he poked your cheek slightly with his index finger, he asked teasingly, “Why, you wanna show him your adorable costume? Ehehehe, you’re getting bold, Shrimpy.”

“You know what? I think I’m done with this conversation.” You bluntly stated, quickly removing yourself from under his weight as Floyd laughed out loud at your slightly flushed face; you didn’t get why he liked teasing you so much. He didn’t seem fazed by it at all by your sudden movement either, immediately returning to his usual posture as though he hadn’t been putting all of his weight on you just mere moments ago.

“Good luck~ – I’m rooting for you!” Floyd said with a shit-eating grin, waving to you as you left that conversation before he could embarrass you any further.

You weaved in and out of the sea of your classmates, looking for the food table since that was the only lead you had to go off of. You knew you probably had all night to show your costume to Jade who was arguably the person who would appreciate it the most, but a part of you just wanted to show him now. Thankfully, as the snack table came into view, you saw both Jade and Azul who seemed to be talking with one another. Azul was drinking what seemed to be fruit punch, a slight scowl on his face as he glared down at the cup in his hand, while Jade seemed absolutely delighted by his companion’s utter look of distaste.

“Note to self,” You thought, “Don’t try the punch.”

Now was the perfect opportunity for a scare, though, so you tried to make yourself as small as possible which was honestly quite difficult given the size of your hat. You slowly closed in on Azul and Jade, the former seeming to notice your presence but deciding not to say anything as you snuck up beside Jade, jumping up slightly as you exclaimed, “Boo!”

“Ah, Prefect, it’s nice to see y–…” Jade said with a smile as he turned slightly to look at you, his words tapering off as soon as you two made eye contact.

You grinned up at both of them, saying happily, “Happy Halloween you two!”

“Yes, happy Halloween to you as well.” Azul said, throwing his cup of punch into a nearby trash can as he asked you with a slight smirk, “Not going to say ‘trick or treat’ to me again this year, hmm?”

“Nope – I think I learned my lesson from last year… but, if you happen to have any treats you’d like to give out, I’ll happily take some!” You said with a smile, watching as Azul pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Jade was still looking at you, not having said anything besides his unfinished greeting.

One of Azul’s brows rose in question as he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you as if you had grown a second head, “Since when did I become someone who just gives out things?”

“Since we became friends, duh – friends do nice things for friends, no strings attached!” You told him honestly; after all, you considered the three most terrifying influential members of the Octavinelle dorm to be your friends. While you definitely did not have the best start with any of them, you really didn’t have a lot of good first impressions (or experiences) with any of your friends at NRC. Somehow throughout the past year, though, you had grown to be quite close with the octo-trio.

He seemed to think for a moment, glancing over at Jade before smiling and muttering slightly, “Hmm… I have an idea of something nice I could do for both of you, then.” He then suddenly began to walk away, waving slightly as he departed as he spoke, “I’ll talk to you later if we run into each other again – have fun, Prefect.”

“Oh, uh… you too?” You managed to say, waving to him as well despite how confused you were at the whole situation. Why did he just leave? How exactly was ditching in the middle of your conversation doing something nice?? You know, sometimes Azul was just as much an enigma as the twins were.

“Well, that was kind of weird…” You muttered to yourself before returning all of your attention to Jade, smiling up at him as you gestured towards your attire, “So, what do you think about my costume Jade? Believe it or not, I even managed to make it all by myself.”

He had been watching Azul’s retreating form with a slight frown on his face as he muttered under his breath, “…He’s going to make me repay him for this, isn’t he?”

“Hmm? What was that, Jade?” You asked, not having quite heard what he had said. Between the noisiness of the party and the height difference between the two of you, it was difficult to hear anyone if they weren’t speaking louder than usual.

Jade just looked down at you, his smile returning full-force as he said, “Oh, it’s nothing you have to worry about.”

Before you could even ask him what that meant by that, Jade reached forward to hold the ruffles that lined the bottom of your hat in between his fingers as he inspected it, telling you with a slight hint of interest in his voice, “Your costume is quite impressive; you did a very good job, you know.” He paused for a moment to ask you, looking down at your form with his mismatched eyes, “Say, what made you decide to pick the Fly Agaric mushroom, hmm?”

“I mean, probably it’s an iconic mushroom, you know? Like, I’m pretty sure everyone knows what this one looks like even if they don’t know its name.” You told him, taking a moment to think about whether you wanted to admit the second part out loud. Well, you might as well be completely honest with him – after all, he could very easily get the truth out of you if he wanted to, “Plus… isn’t it one of your favorite mushrooms? I just thought you’d appreciate it, is all.”

Jade’s face was unsettlingly blank for a long time before an arguably terrifying smirk grew across his face as he lightly pinched one of your cheeks in between his fingers, “My, you’re too cute, Prefect. I could just eat you up right now.”

“Really Jade? Now isn’t the time to joke around like that… I mean, you are joking, right?” You asked, glancing up at him; however, Jade said nothing in return, the grin on his face only widening. You could feel your blood run cold as you asked him, a nervous smile on your face as you said, “…Do I at least get a head-start?”

He seemed to think for a moment, standing up straight before telling you with a smile, “Go ahead – I’ll be a little more courteous to you than my brother usually is. Now, let’s have some fun, hm?”

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somefanchick · 5 months

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-Rollo's Angelic Obsession-

(This story is from Rollo's perspective during the events of the visit to Nobel Bell College. I only know information from the English server story and events so sorry if anything is terribly out of character. This fic is cannon for my female Yuu-sona, but I do just call them Yuu in the story. Yuu uses she/her pronouns. Hope you enjoy! TW: Rollo is obsessive and Delulu with a major crush on Yuu. Found the banner pictures in a post by @ raven-at-the-writing-desk, they are not mine. I got the event book 1 transcripts from the Wiki, and the book 3 transcripts from @ kanasmusings!)

It was disgusting. The headmaster of Night Raven called to inform us that his group of ten had grown to thirteen, not including the chaperone. I had requested Malleus Draconia so I could execute my plan, but to add two more students to the group was borderline infuriating. I didn’t even have the time to see how powerful these other students were, or who they were. I had no idea if they would be an issue or if it would be better to rid the world of them like the others. The only information the headmaster gave on them was that they counted as one student, and that one of them was magicless. That last note made me somewhat hopeful.

The portal lit up and all of the students stepped through. I recognized each and every one of them, so I assumed the new ones were tucked behind the others. I even recognize the chaperone. None of them were a threat. None of them were pure. They all would burn.

“I've been expecting you,” I stepped out of the shadows, vice president and aide on my left and right, “ Esteemed guests from Night Raven College, welcome to Noble Bell College.”

Mozus Trein, the chaperone, spoke in a tone much like my own, “Judging by your uniform, you must be the student the headmage mentioned.”

“That's right,” I put my handkerchief over my mouth for a moment before speaking again, “My name is Rollo Flamme. I serve as the student council president here.”

Riddle Rosehearts was the next to speak, “Oh, interesting. Our school doesn't have an independent student council, but it sounds like you all do.”

I removed the cloth from my lips, “Indeed. And while it may sound presumptuous, one could call it the face of our school. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Idia Shroud’s voice was shrill with surprise or fear, “Ack! Immediate encounter with strangers!”

Azul Ashengrotto seemed equally annoyed and used to the outburst, “Isn't the whole point of this social to meet strangers?”

I could hear some of the freshmen mumbling to themselves, about me undoubtedly. I pressed on, “This is our vice president, and this is our aide. When they heard they could meet with such an esteemed group, they dropped everything and came running. The entirety of Noble Bell College welcomes you. Our school is small compared to yours, and you may find it lacking in some ways, but we beg your indulgence.”

Trein looked like he could almost smile, “How courteous. You have impeccable manners for someone so young.”

Deuce Spade whispered to Silver, a guard of Malleus Draconia, I kept speaking, “We couldn't allow you to keep hauling your luggage around, of course. Let me show you to your rooms. I'm afraid it's a bit of a walk. We can use it as an opportunity to get better acquainted, though.”

I began leading the group forward as Idia Shroud made another winey comment. They were infuriating, and I hadn’t even gotten a glance at the unexpected visitors. They all deserved death.

Azul Ashengrotto made his way to the front with me, “So you're a junior. I imagine it's quite an honor being student council president, considering there can only be one in the whole school. I'm sure your academic performance is also superb and will guarantee you a promising future.”

I tried not to grit my teeth, “Noble Bell simply has a smaller student body. I can hardly compare to those of you from the great Night Raven College.”

Ashengrotto coated his words in flattery, just as we had done with their headmaster, “Please, you needn't be so humble or formal. Why, you're technically my upperclassman! Everyone at my school would be overjoyed to acquaint themselves with such a fine individual.”

I hummed as if amusing the idea, “All right, as you wish. I won't stand on ceremony so much.”

Ashengrotto got involved in a side conversation with Shroud. Leaving me to do nothing but move forward and suppress the urge to strike them down where they stood.

“Ah, but where are my manners? I've gotten ahead of myself,” Ashengrotto pulled himself back to me, “Apologies for the belated introduction. I'm-”

“Introductions won't be necessary,” I waved it off, bringing my handkerchief back to my lips, “I already know who all of you are. You're Azul Ashengrotto, housewarden of Octavinelle and a merman from the Coral Sea,” I kept going, “And you're Idia Shroud, housewarden of Ignihyde and affiliated somehow with the Shroud family. And you-!” I quickly kept myself from flying off the handle at the sight of that Fae, “You are Malleus Draconia, scion of the ruling fae in Briar Valley and one of the top five mages in the world. Correct?”

I felt sick as he smiled, “Indeed, I am Malleus Draconia.”

Sebek Zigvolt butted into the conversation, “Of course the great Malleus would be known even in such a tiny burg!”

I lowered my handkerchief once more, “You are Sebek Zigvolt, and you hail from the same land as Malleus. The one next to you is Silver. And over there chatting with our vice president is Riddle Rosehearts, housewarden of Heartslabyl, Rook Hunt, vice housewarden of Pomefiore, Jamil Viper, vice housewarden of Scarabia, Ruggie Bucchi, Deuce Spade, and Epel Felmier. I thoroughly perused the documents Mr. Crowley so kindly sent, you see.”

Ashengrotto’s eyes were almost wide, “It's like privacy's a foreign concept to that man-”

Shroud gave me a dirty look, unacceptable, “That could get you sued in this day and age.”

Silver almost smiled, “You must have a very good memory, to recall so many different names.”

“It's simply because I was eager to meet such talented mages,” And that’s when I saw them, “But who have we here? You two there. Might I ask your names?”

The first unknown student was a monster. A tiny mythical beast that resembled a cat with fiery blue ears. A familiar that was almost pure magic and fur. Disgusting, “I'm the great Grim, future great mage!”

But the one standing beside him was something else. A woman. Her hair looked silky like a festival scarf. Only one of her eyes was covered by her bangs, but the other one looked like it had seen so much, yet so little. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It made sense that she couldn’t use magic. She was an angel. I couldn’t help but wonder what the school had prepared for her to wear later.

When she spoke, it made the bell seem like nothing in comparison, “I’m Yuu. Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm. Nice to meet you Rollo.”

I loved the sound of my name on her lips, “Ah, you must be the student attendants Mr. Crowley mentioned,” I tried not to smile, “He said you couldn't use magic. I certainly wasn't expecting you to bring a familiar.”

“A familiar-?” The wretched thing spoke, “Wait, are you talkin' about me?! It's the other way around! I'm the boss, and Yuu's my hench-human!”

“I hate to say it,” She rolled her eyes at the creature as she whispered, it was almost as if she had been speaking to me alone, “But at this point I almost can’t debate that.”

“Heh, what a dependable companion you have,” My sarcasm was almost indistinguishable from my normal speech. I let my voice soften as I moved closer to the magic-less angel presented to me, I almost let a smile slip for her alone, “Yuu, I imagine it must be taxing living among mages all the time. I entreat you to forget about school while you're here and enjoy a moment of respite in Fleur City. And I hope the rest of you will enjoy the social.”

Her eyes seemed to widen. She looked shocked at my words. She must be so used to brash animals that it sounded odd to be treated properly.

“I actually-”

Malleus Draconia didn’t hear her and spoke over her. I wish I could have killed him in that very second, “I'm truly grateful for your hospitality.”

I moved my handkerchief to cover my scowl, “Think nothing of it.”

I stood by the statue of the Righteous Judge while the pests changed in a building nearby. I had made sure that there was a separate space for Yuu to change. I couldn’t let any of those monsters see the angel in her purest form. Her exposed body would be a gift from the saints above. A gift that I had to keep from being tainted though those devils that called themselves her classmates.

The brats talked loud enough for me to hear them. It was all I could do to keep from lighting the building on fire with them inside, “All this goofing around-”

Trein approached me, “Hello, Flamme.”

I put on my ‘show’ once more, “Ah, Professor Trein. What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to thank you for your generous hospitality. Clothing is an embodiment of the culture it comes from and can provide us with a glimpse into different time periods. This is a fine opportunity for my student to get a hands-on history lesson,” Trein was respectable, for a mage.

“Please, think nothing of it,” It was easier to show him hospitality, “Perhaps we should have arranged attire for you as well, though. That was a grave oversight on our part.”

“It's quite alright, I assure you. I don't need the other teachers poking fun at me for dressing like the students when I get back.”

I hummed, “Sounds like you're on friendly terms with the rest of your faculty.”

He released a dry laugh, “Hardly. They're a raucous group and a constant source of embarrassment.”

We broke into humble laughter. I watched as the brats came out, commenting on how me and their professor ‘got along’.

The familiar came bursting out of the building, laughing, “I'm all done changin' too,” He turned towards the building his master was changing in, “Whaddaya think, Yuu? Isn't my getup way more stylin' than yours?”

“I don’t know about that,” She looked amazing.

The others on the council had scrambled to find female festival clothes for her, and I hated that they couldn’t do better. It wasn’t nearly extravagant enough. Dark blue high-heeled boots, thin black pants, a flowing black and purple asymmetric skirt, multi-blue corset with hot pink lacing, a flowy off-white shirt, bracelets and golden bangles, and a silk chiffon scarf in a lavender color that flowed off her head. She was a saint.

The familiar ran over to her, “Oh, you think you can go toe to toe with me? Don't let one set of cool threads go to your head!”

She smiled and scanned herself over, “I’m just glad it wasn’t too extravagant. Those extreme duds might look fancy, but I prefer something simple and somewhat practical. And this fits the bill.”

She was right. A simpler ensemble let her natural beauty shine though.

Sebek Zigvolt scoffed, “You're both equally unbecoming.”

Trein looked like he could almost smirk, “Goodness, don't you all make a striking ensemble.”

Rosehearts smiled as he dusted off his outfit, “The clothes have a very classical design, I note.”

I removed my gaze from Yuu and addressed the group, “I believe they're patterned after designs that are over 500 years old. Supposedly people in those days had a tradition of wearing new clothes and shoes on festival days. And the outfits grew brighter and more elaborate as the years went on. People would emulate those in prominent positions, such as nobles, royalty, merchants, knights- Which led to the outfits you're wearing now. There were simpler styles that rose to oppose this trend. Though more people gravitate towards the extravagant style in the modern age.”

Ruggie Bucchi was checking himself out, “I getcha. Everyone likes getting fancied up, even if it's once a year.”

Rook Hunt’s accent was almost insulting, “It must have been quite exciting for everyone. I can tell this festival was beloved then as it is now.”

I couldn’t help but mutter into my handkerchief, “Indeed. More's the pity.”

Zigvolt noticed my slip up, “Hm? Did you say something?”

“No, nothing at all.”

I had been tasked with visiting all the Night Raven groups between duties, and I had the misfortune of never running into Yuu. However, the Topsy-Turvy Festival was a mandatory event for all students and chaperones from the visiting schools. It was the last bit of normalcy before I burnt the magic away from this world.

I locked my eyes on Yuu and approached the Night Raven group, “There you are, Night Raven College.”

Trein did his own kind of smile, “Hello, Flamme. Are you here to watch the festival as well?”

“Yes, this is part of my duties as the Student Council President,” I realized that it may benefit me to stay closer to the group, ‘keep your enemies close’ and whatnot, “May I take this opportunity to sit with you? I’d like to hear about your experiences, too.”

Ashengrotto put on that sleazy grin, “Yes, you’re very welcome to! Please have a seat.”

The fae questioned his classmate, “There’s not enough space, correct? What will we do?”

He smiled as if it was obvious, “Simple. We let Grim sit on Yuu’s lap instead.”

Zigbolt seemed shocked, but Trein only nodded, “Yes, that will do. I’m interested in hearing from Noble Bell College students, too, so please feel free to join us.”

“No way!” The ungrateful monster yowled, “I’m not sitting on Yuu’s lap!”

Shroud smiled creepily, “How about you sit on my lap instead?”

“That grin’s freaking me out,” Grim pushed Yuu onto the bench, “Sit on the chair properly, Yuu! Imma make space for myself.”

I took advantage of it all and sat beside Yuu, “Pardon me. I’ll be taking this seat, then.”

I tuned out the others and focused on Yuu as she watched the mages and the festival goers. There was a slight sign of joy, but she remained mostly neural. She did make a point to try and hold in some laughter at Zigbolt’s outbursts.

“Hello, everyone! All eyes and ears on me, please!” The same Jester I had seen every time the festival came into town spoke, it seemed he was leading this year, “Come one, come all. Forget about all your work and worries for today, and let’s enjoy the festival. Welcome to the Topsy-Turvy Festival!”

“Topsy-Turvy Festival?” The familiar spoke. Ignorant as a newborn baby, “That sounds weird. Will everyone be upside-down or something?”

I covered my mouth with my handkerchief, “No, he’s just talking about the participants in general. It’s the one day people get to live their lives without titles or status. The weak can become strong, anyone can pretend to be king, so on and so forth.”

Negative emotion coursed through me as I realized Malleus Draconia had sat on the other side of Yuu, and now he was speaking, “Ah, so ranks are put aside for today?”

I grit my teeth behind the cloth I held, “Yes, that’s right. That’s why everyone wears masks for the festival.”

Past Malleus Draconia was Ashengrotto, “I see. I think I understand the appeal now. You get to live as freely as you want today.”

“I saw lots of stalls selling masks, too. There’s a kind of romance to hiding your identity behind a mask,” I swear Shroud was smiling.

Grim spoke up and pointed at some performers, “Everyone looks like they’re having lots of fun!”

The Jester kept going as performers kept prancing, “It’s our long-awaited Topsy-Turvy Festival! But let’s not forget that it’s the ‘Kindly Bell Ringer’ who loved this festival the most!”

Yuu and the familiar spoke in unison, although Yuu’s voice was quiet – as if it was for me alone to hear, “‘The Kindly Bell Ringer’?”

Malleus Draconia spoke again, “Oh, did you not know?”

The little beast was the only one to respond, “Nope, I didn’t!”

Ashengrotto rolled his eyes, “You didn’t even bother researching about the City of Flowers, Grim?”

“I’m not interested in anything except for the food.”

Shroud smiled, “I’ll praise your straightforwardness.”

I then tuned out, I had heard this story a million times. While I did love the tale, it was hard to stand it being said from the lips of a jester and his ragdoll puppet. I but in for a moment to tell the animal what a ventriloquist was, but then I resumed just watching Yuu’s reactions out of the corner of my eye.

The Night Raven students had turned the festival into a horror show of magical fireworks and mage tricks. It was despicable. Although it did give me a moment alone with Yuu while we said on the Night Raven bench. She was watching the fireworks with a neutral smile. Her lack of ‘joy’ made my heart beat loudly in my chest. Part of me was afraid she was going to hear it over the commotion of the festival.

I tried to make conversation, “Mages are quite a handful, don’t you think?” She turned to me, her eyes were mesmerizing, “It must be difficult for you to keep up with noisy mages who don’t understand the severity of it all. It would be nice if magic didn’t exist so we could avoid all this fuss. Don’t you agree?”

Her eyes widened, but she just chuckled, “Yeah right. I’m used to it by now.”

I was almost speechless, I couldn’t keep the horror from my face, “You’re ‘used to it’? Oh you poor thing! I can’t blame you for becoming numb to the absurdity after spending everyday practically swimming in it. Mages will use magic to deceive people around them. They cloud the eyes of the righteous. Truely how vexing. But rest assured. This kind of world will soon vanish.”

She froze, “Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?”

As soon as the words left her lips, her familiar called out, “Yuu! Stop standing around and spacing out over there. Behold! I’ll show you the Great Grim’s Special Golden Fire!” The monster sent out a spray of golden fireworks.

I used the distraction to slip away. Maybe she didn’t understand right now because she had become accustomed to the horrors of magic, but one day she would. She was too pure. She was an angel. She would be saved from the dirt and grime of magic once it all burned away.

Then she would be mine.

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haithamuse · 1 year

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❛ HEART SHAPED KISSES! ❜ [ ask game ]

morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter ft. leona kingscholar !

cw. none !

There’s a saying that there’s habits you never grow out of, no matter how old you get. That certainly applies to Leona, as it’s been the same ever since your NRC days — waking up the lion was a struggle and a half.

“Turn that off”, Leona’s deep voice rumbled as soon as your alarm shrilled. You can’t remember if there was ever a day he didn’t complain about the noise in the morning. Though he didn’t really see a reason to rise up himself, back at NRC he trusted that Ruggie would wake him up if he was needed for something, and then he could gauge wether it would be worth it or not.

Ever since sharing a bed with you however, the morning alarm has become a part of Leona’s day to day life — much to his dismay. Though no one said that you enjoyed it either.

With a groan of your own, you rolled over and blindly grabbed for your phone on the bedside table. Tapping around on the screen until the noise finally stopped, you were about to leave the comfort of your sheets, lest you end up accidentally sleeping in — knowing full well that Leona would do nothing to stop you from doing so.

Nevertheless, your efforts were still in vain and you groaned in annoyance once again, already knowing where this was going as you felt your husband’s tail pulling you back in.

“Leona, stop it. I—”

As always, your complaints were not being acknowledged. However, you held in as you felt Leona’s hair tickling you and his lips latching onto the first patch of skin he could reach. “I know. Shut up.”

Because Leona was no fool. After years of the same spiel every morning, your lover knew he couldn’t keep you in his embrace if you were determined to go after your responsibilities for the day. So he does what a respectful partner does — he comprimises with you. Five minutes of undivided attention and affection, then he’d (begrudingly) let you go.

His lips trailed up from your neck towards your jaw, leaving wet sloppy kisses in their wake while you squirmed in his arms. Your giggles filled the bedroom as Leona continued his uncharacteristically shameless display of affection, savouring every moment of it before you left.

Finally, he sealed his lips with your own, further pressing his body into yours so that you could barely breathe underneath his weight. But just before you fell under your lover’s spell, you pulled away which left Leona with an unamused scowl on his face, “Don’t keep me waiting for too long.”

Your lips curled into a smile and slipped out of his grasp with a final peck on the tip of his nose, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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spoops-screams · 2 years

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| Never satisfied

Character(s): Malleus Draconia

TW: None

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Gender neutral MC || I've noticed a recent trend in what I write and it's that I really like writing about kisses the second that I wake up. Unfortunately that pretty much exclusively applied to my manhwa blog until 20 minutes ago so little kissy drabble with my beloved dragon <3

Malleus is never satisfied with just one kiss, even the first time he kisses you.

He kisses you once, a slight smirk playing on his lips, before he laughs a little, a teasing chuckle that more than displays his comfort as he moves only a few centimetres away from your face, just to be able to catch your expression and look into your eyes, before he leans in for another kiss.

And another.

And another, until he's bringing you right into his arms to kiss you again, like he can't get enough of you, or perhaps he just enjoys the way that you squirm a little in his arms but don't push him away.

You have to pull away to stop him, when your eyes are dilated and you're nearly breathless, fingers still subconsciously bunching up the front of his blazer and he finds himself laughing a little more, at your expression, a laugh that's equal amounts teasing and adoring as he presses his forehead against yours with that same smirk on his face.

"My apologies, child of man; you know how faeries like to play games." He doesn't feel the need to hide these more 'improper' acts when he's with you, no need to act as just the prince of Thorn Valley but as a fae as well.

And when you give him a weak glare in response, one that you can barely hold amongst your desire to laugh along with him, he finds himself laughing again, head slightly tilting back and eyes closed as he allows himself to laugh more freely than he perhaps ever has since joining the school, more than entertained at your half hearted glare. He was raised by Lilia after all.

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diejager · 1 year

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Idia and rook(seperately ) x female reader who is oblivious to them liking her

Fluff plz

They could make it so obvious and she only gets it once they make is super obvious

Hope you like it!

Idia Shroud

He knows obliviousness, he, himself, was victim to it on a few occasions, but you took yours to a whole other level. You missed the many attempts he made to hold your hand, the closeness of him when he walked with you, the soft words he spoke to you, and the many invites to his dorm - one reserved solely for Ignihyde students.

Ortho, his younger brother, made a few tries to direct you toward the right thought process and help you understand the small hints Idia left here and there, scattered through the many exchanges you'd had.

Yet, you're doe-eyed stare at them and others that pitied Idia made their attempts seem pathetic - almost a lost cause. The way you'd tilt your head and preen at every praise you received from Idia and others, but never understanding the underlying feelings that they tried to show. You were as thick as a brick wall, Morris so than the poor prefect.

Idia tried to find ways of showing his crush on you, verbally and physically, though you never seem to catch on. Saying the words I love you would make him blush, probably so much that you might be repulsed or worried, that he would forget how to breathe or move or talk; but you wouldn't understand him otherwise! Unless he pushed his embarrassment down and told you his feelings with a forwardness that even a babe could get, you wouldn't be able to understand the torment of love and adoration he has for you.

"Hey, (Name)," he caught your hand, his skin warming up against your warm one. "Can I- uh... tell you something?"

You hummed, and the inquisitive tilt of your head to the left encouraged him to continue with his words, forgetting his violent thoughts.

"I um... I-I love you," he almost whispered the last part, ears burning and face flushing crimson, the heat of his confession made him feel faint.

"I love you too!" you keened, jumping to wrap your arms around his shoulder and press a chaste kiss on his burning cheek.

He didn't know whether his head was spinning from delight and mirth or the rapid rush of blood to his head, but all he knew, was that you finally understand him, exchanged your feelings, and embraced him fully.

He couldn't be any happier, all the trouble paid up in the end; the weeks of self-confession in front of his mirror and the gentle slaps he gave himself when he felt the motivation slip. It was worth all the trouble.

Rook Hunt

Rook had an ease of showing his adoration and love towards people he fancies, to show how much care and devotion he had for them; soft touches, loving caresses, and kisses, teasing and solicitous words and smiles, everything he knew would make your knees buckle and weak to his advances. He knew how to woo people and work them towards his intended goal - usually.

You, sadly, remained blind to all, from sweet and gentlemanly gestures to more physical ones that would usually make others bashful. When he bends down and kiss your cheek, lips brushing yours, you'd smile and peck his cheeks, unfazed by his kiss and the burn of his cheeks.

He figured you'd understand if he gave you gifts, small sugary treats, and trinkets he knew you'd like, given by hand before or after classes. He thought you'd understand, get the love and reciprocate, but you still didn't, you thanked him and gave him hugs, gifts, and candies. When he promised to walk you to and from classes, you still didn't get it.

Whatever he did, however obvious he was or how others offered to help him, you never caught on, you never saw the signs of pure love and adoration he had for you. The arduous months he spent trying to convey his feelings went unnoticed, and the near desperation of others at your thick skull for you to finally understand the meaning of Rook's words and actions.

His confidence in his skills was stumped when you kept giving back without understanding, it made him want to rip his hair out. Perhaps outright confessing would do a better job than whatever he's been doing for the past months.

He'd have to dress prettier, iron his clothes and straighten his hair, make sure the placement of his hat would make his eyes pop out, make him handsome for the moment he'd say the promising words.

He lead you out, under a tree in the many courtyards around the NRC to confess, hands in yours and body overshadowing, your doe-eyed stare captured his.

"(Name), " Rook started, lips curling upwards in a soft smile. "I love you."

You gasped, fingers leaving his hands as you jumped into his open and confused arms. He instinctively held you tightly against his, his face warm from the warm breaths on his neck and mumbles of the words you returned.

"I love you too!" you spoke into his neck, face hidden under his chin. "I love you too!"

His heart swelled, eyes squinting in joy. With the guidance of his hand, he raked his fingers through your hair and pulled your head back, to pepper your face with kisses. A few brushed your lips without actually placing them on yours, he wanted you to take the initiative, and give him a taste of something forbidden, something he'd crave.

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twstddream · 1 year

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His schedule was full, and surely, you knew that as well, so you wouldn’t text him a cryptic “help” unless it was serious. He taps away on his phone for just a few moments more before pulling himself away from his desk. Rising from his comfortable chair, he makes his way to the door and strides down the hall to his dorm room.

“Honestly, prefect, do you think I’m a miracle-worker?” the pale boy mutters while opening the grand door to his room. “we have the inter-school magical shift tournament coming up, I have a therapy appointment in exactly a week, which you requested I start visiting. Not to mention the preparation for the 3rd years ceremony here at Noble Bell!” he starts to pack spare clothes and amenities into a large suitcase. “I appreciate your faith in me, but I can’t be there to help you all the time...”

‘Actually, when have I ever helped you’ he thinks to himself, but quickly shakes the thought away. A quick sigh escapes his lips as he shakes his head, finally nodding in resolve. Packing is done, now he needs to inform the headmaster and rest of the student council of his sudden departure. He needs to get the message across that this trip is absolutely necessary without arousing suspicion. But maybe, with more help...

No. He alone is going to face whatever lies ahead. Especially if it involves Malleus Draconia.

A quick glance at his phone confirms everything. The next train leaves this evening, where he will then catch the accompanying plane and ferry to Sage Island. ‘If need be, I should pack a magic broom just in case.’

Rollo thought he was sufficiently prepared. Keyword: thought.

He swears he’ll never answer another text of yours again after this.

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dollxmania · 2 years

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ㅤㅤㅤ ❝ 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘！❞

no tws, mildly suggestive, gn reader. established ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ relationship with vil, and rook. poly. happy birthday to me <33

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ to celebrate your birthday, Vil and Rook have put their other duties aside to pamper you. from showering you with praise, to a steamy makeout session.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ 𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 / 𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄.❞

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎standing in front of your lover’s door, you reread the slightly ominous message from your other lover. “we await for your arrival, mon cherie, at Roi du Poison’s bedchambers.” you wish he would get to the point sometimes, instead of making you nervous or overthinking, but that was one of his charms you fell in love with.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door which immediately opened, only for you to be dragged inside in an instant, door shutting behind you. you barely had time to look at your boyfriends as they greeted you. “Happy birthday!” They said in unison, kissing either side of your cheek. Rook looked happy and enthusiastic as ever, while Vil had a softer and gentle smile only reserved for the two of you.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎blinking in surprise, it finally registered for you just what today was. you’d genuinely forgotten and presumed they had, as well. “I thought you had a shoot today?” you asked Vil. shaking his head, he let out a small sigh, his hand resting on his hip moved to take your hand. “We spend all week preparing and that’s all you have to say, mein liebling?” dragging you to the seat at the bottom of his bed, Rook followed from behind.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎”well, it certainly is a nice surprise, I actually forgot today was my birthday,” you laugh, watching him pick up his makeup pouch and put it to the edge of his bed, gracefully sitting down in the seat and beckoning you over. “what will we do with you?” he mumbled. “you’re lucky i love you.” smiling sheepishly, you took a step towards him only for him to grab you and force you down.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎setting you down on his lap, Vil’s slender fingers traced your jaw, working his way down to your hips, digging his fingers into your flesh, pulling you close with his other hand. chest flushed against his, you felt embarrassed, but he continued his praises. tilting your head up, Rook pressed his lips against your’s, the flavor of cherry, biting down on your bottom lip. preoccupied with Rook, you fail to notice the kisses peppering your neck until he pulled away, smiling. “That’s enough for now,” he said, the two of you breaking apart your kiss as he reached for his moisturizer.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎squirting the moisturizer into his hands, Vil rubbed it between his palms and applied it to your face, thoroughly, pinching your cheeks towards the end and giving you a quick peck. chuckling, Rook begun massaging your shoulders, applying just the right pressure. “your shoulders are so tense from all your hard work, mon cherie,” Rook murmured into your ear, “i’ll make sure to make you feel as beautiful as you look.” returning to his ministrations, you shut your eyes, allowing Vil to start doing your makeup.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ as Rook’s fingers worked their magic, you jolted from pain and pleasure of him hitting just the right spot, only to find Vil playfully glaring. “if you don’t sit still your lipstick will smudge for a different reason.” he scolded, returning to fixing you up. Sitting up straight, you tried to stay still for him, only for your other boyfriend to start peppering kisses along your neck. “i’m sure mon cherie would love that, perhaps we should cancel our dinner reservations, Roi du Poison?”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ as you tried to ask about dinner, you felt Rook’s teeth lightly graze against your neck, biting down gently as you could hear him chuckle by your ear. rolling his eyes, Vil turned down that suggestion. “it took a month to get a reservation, even with my connections.” closing your eyes, he started to work on your eyes.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “you didn’t have to do all this! i’d be happy with just cuddles.” you finally got a word in, only for both boys to stop. peeking, you notice Vil’s annoyed expression, as he let out an exasperated sigh. looking behind you, even Rook had a serious expression compared to normal.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“mon cherie,” you heard him speak with a disappointed tone. “let us pamper you for tonight, it’s not just any ordinary night after all!” his disappointment turned back into his usual dramatic self, leaning in and kissing you. you got to taste cherry again briefly before it turned into a passionate French kiss, only pulling away when he needed air.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ panting, you find your heard turned back at a jealous Vil, pulling you back towards him. closing your eyes, you await for him to kiss you, but it never happens. opening your eyes, you see him and Rook kissing, only for Vil to look at you smugly. “did you want me to kiss you?” he teased, tilting his head and biting your lip. opening your mouth eagerly, you let his tongue in as one hand stabilized himself, the other holding onto the back of your head.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ pressing a hand to his chest, you tried to signal that you needed air, but it seemed Vil didn’t care as he continued for a few more seconds before pulling away. “didn’t you want me to kiss you?” he asked, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you. taking a few seconds to regain your breath, you went back into a kiss with him, only for Rook to watch with a happy smile, enjoying the show.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ between the three of you constantly switching and kissing, you nearly lost your sense of time until a timer rang. reaching for his phone on the bed, Vil shut it off and repositioned you on his lap. “I told you i’d mess up your lipstick.” he scolded again. pulling away, Rook begun fixing his own makeup, even beginning to remove his dorm robes. you couldn’t help but stare at his sculpted chest, his muscles defined from all his time training throughout his youth.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ noticing your gaze, he gave you a small wink and reached for his clothes laid out at the top of Vil’s bed. you weren’t sure if he knew how attractive he was as he started to fit into the clothes, sticking to his skin and showing off his collarbone, but both you and Vil were admiring his body. somehow, you got your makeup done as Rook finished dressing, only for Vil to start undressing.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ removing his ceremonial robes, his actions were more elegant. each movement of his finger drew both you and Rook in, watching as he removed the corset, to showing off his body, Rook giving him a kiss as he placed the garment down after folding. compared to Rook, Vil was slender but tall and graceful with a pretty face, putting on his tux and heels, he tied his hair before turning his attention back to you.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “now, let’s get you dressed, mein liebling,” he smiled with Rook, both their attentions on you as they helped you up, undressing you and helping you into an outfit they prepared ahead of time. kissing your bare shoulder, Rook pulled you in for another chaste kiss, helping you change. “happy birthday, mon cherie.” he repeated

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ placing kisses between your finger, Vil slipped a ring you’d never be able to afford onto your finger. smiling back up at you, “happy birthday, mein liebling,” he said to you, before getting up. “now let’s hurry up before we’re late.”.

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throughthetwistedmirror · 8 months

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Cuddles? ~ *Malleus Draconia*

Summary: Malleus doesn’t know much about being in love and dating. So it’s up to you to show him the ropes. And what’s more important than cuddling?

Pairing: Malleus Draconia X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 538

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel @savanaclaw1996

“Are you sure about this, Child of Man?” Malleus asked, his brows furrowed.

You nodded, burrowing deeper into his side and pulling his arm over your body. “Yes, I’m sure. This is what two people who care about each other do where I’m from.”

“I see…” He trailed off.

Malleus was still stiff as a board and you couldn’t help but smile. He was trying at least. But this was all so new to him. You didn’t know what to say or do to get him to relax.

Glancing up at him, you asked, “Malleus, are you okay?”

“I’m alright I suppose.”

“You suppose?” You glanced up at him with a slight frown. “Malleus, my dear, I know you’re anxious and this is all new to you, so if you’re uncomfortable, it’s okay to say so. We can stop. I won’t be angry or sad.”

He didn’t respond right away, but eventually, he whispered, “I just don’t know if I’m doing this right.”

Nodding, you squeezed him a little. “You’re doing just fine, I promise.”

“I’m not holding you too tight or anything? This is comfortable for you as well, yes?”

You chuckled despite yourself. “Yes, Malleus, everything is fine. How about you? Are you anymore comfortable or do I need to adjust? Just tell me where you need me and I’ll be there.”

He was silent for a long time and when you looked him in the eyes, they were wide and his mouth was slightly ajar. Before you could ask what was wrong, he mumbled. “I like the sound of that. I want you to be there for me whenever I need you. Is that okay?”

Your cheeks burned at his confession, your hands snaking up to hide it from him. “O-oh, um, yes. That’s alright with me. Though I’m not sure Sebek will care for that kind of request.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Well…” Even if Sebek liked to give you headaches, you didn’t particularly want to get him in trouble. “Well, you see, he doesn’t particularly like anyone getting that close to you, given your status and all. But I’m sure he’ll come around to having me around more often. At least Lilia and Silver like me, so that’s a plus!”

Malleus nodded slowly. “Yes, that is good.”

With a sigh, you laid back down against him and pulled his arm over your body once more. “Let’s not worry about that now. I still need to show you how to cuddle properly.”

“Right, of course. Am I doing this right?”

Glancing up, you said, “There is one thing we can try.”

With your free hand, you gently touched the opposite side of his head and leaned it against the top of yours, careful of his horns. His eyes widened at your action but allowed you to continue. His free hand laced with the hand over your body and he pulled you closer.

“Like this?”

You nodded, your cheeks warming. “Yes, like that. Is that comfortable for you?”

His lips pressed against your temple, causing you to gasp slightly in surprise. He had never been this forward with affection before. Perhaps cuddles could change a person.

“Yes, I’m perfectly comfortable being with you like this.”

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groundzerosgirlfriend · 11 months

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Snake Charmer

Sharp and slender, so much so they give of the illusion of eyeliner to most people.

You however know that accusations of him wearing makeup are untrue; that he was simply born with such hypnotizing features.

Grey irises that hold an undecipherable vision.

Specifically, they are a charcoal grey, yet no one seems to notice besides you, for he often avoids eye contact and keeps his head bowed low towards the floor a neutral expression lingering upon his face.

Subtle brown eyeshadow, that you have the pleasure in watching him apply to his eyelids in the early mornings at dawn if you arose from a peaceful night's slumber early enough.

Black, silky and smooth hair that reaches past his waist in length, is tied in a low ponytail that he usually allows you the honor of doing each morning as he sits silently waiting for you to proclaim that you have finished.

Pulling a few strands free from the left side of his head, you both it in silence embellishing his hair in small gold clips and tight braids. You can’t help it, staring at him so love sickly as he braids more and more hair, until he realizes that he can no longer feel the warmth from your hands on his scalp or the gentle tugs from your fingers on his hair.

“Is something wrong.” He murmurs, the rasp still evident in his voice from being forced to rise so early to prepare his young master’s breakfast, finishing the braid, he was previously working on and allowing it to fall in place with the others.

You don't answer right away, instead you only lean over and kiss him on his brown lips holding the tender moment between the two of you for a moment. Your hesitant to pull away, you wish you could stay attached to his lips forever never needing a breath of fresh air again, but you know this isn't the truth, so you disconnect the spark of love and sit in your chair properly once again.

“Well, good morning to you. Any special reason for such declarations.” A devious smile is on his lips after quickly swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. You shake your head no with a tiny smile on your face.

“No, I just love you so much. You’re perfect.” The compliments slip out easily stroking his ego just a bit more than he know he should allow himself. Yet, he can’t help himself: as when there from you he seemingly melts into a puddle on the spot.

“I disagree, my jewel it is you who are the true diamond.” You tilt your head, sighing in domestic bliss taking a strand of his hair around your pointer finger before letting it go admiring the makeshift curls.

“How about we both be each other's jewel?” You attempt to reason with him, your voice a light whisper as you lean your head on his shoulder allowing your eyes to close from drowsiness.

He only gives a soft smile and kisses your forehead deciding that just this once he can sleep in and that Kalim can survive an hour or two without him hovering behind him and getting himself in too much trouble.

“I suppose I can agree to that.” He effortlessly picks you up, your chests facing towards each other, heartbeats in sync as you automatically wrap your legs around his waist as he leads you both back to his bed even if it's just for a few more hours.

Because at the end of the day servant or not... he would always be the king of your heart.

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purple-plum-petals · 2 years

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—⊱ Cuddles for a Rough Day ⊰ || Floyd Leech x Reader

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮ Character(s): Floyd Leech (Twisted Wonderland), Jade Leech (Twisted Wonderland, mentioned), Azul Ashengrotto (Twisted Wonderland, mentioned), Grim (Twisted Wonderland, mentioned) Reader Type: Human, Ramshackle Prefect (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Alludes to Mental Illness (Symptoms of Depression Noticeable in Floyd’s Behavior, but Nothing is Stated Outright), Use of Japanese TWST Terms (Madols instead of Thaumarks, etc.) Genre: Drabble, Slight Angst, Fluff (Can be Read as Romantic and/or Platonic) Word Count: ~1,200 words Prompt: “…and you're absolutely sure this is what you need?” [Prompt List] Author’s Note: First time writing for Twisted Wonderland, whoo! Apologies if anything seems OOC, I tried my best to keep Floyd in character but he’s just a difficult character to write for in my opinion (tbh, I feel like all of them are kind of hard to write for in their own ways haha). I knew I wanted Floyd to be the first character I wrote anything for since he was the first character I fell in love with; I’m probably one of the biggest Octavinelle simps out there, but Floyd will always hold a special place in my heart. I tried to stay away from the “Reader can immediately improve Floyd’s mood if they’re around even though his literal brother and childhood friend can’t” trope and tried to go for more of a “Reader is an emotionally mature and caring individual who helps Floyd by just being there for him” route. Helpful and constructive criticism would be much appreciated, but nothing too harsh please!

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When you had gotten a sudden text from both Jade and Azul about Floyd’s current dismal mood, you weren’t exactly surprised; the eel was well-known for his sudden and rapid mood swings, after all. Though, you had no idea what exactly they expected you of all people to do. If even they of all people had trouble trying to lift Floyd’s mood as his childhood friend and brother respectively, what exactly were you, a magicless human from another world, supposed to do? Still, their texts seemed a bit urgent, and you did consider Floyd to be a good friend of yours… so you made your way over to their dorm now that (thankfully) classes were done for the day. That was how you ended up where you were, awkwardly standing outside the door of Floyd and Jade’s shared room in Octavinelle with a tray of takoyaki in your hands (gifted to you and cooked by Jade himself for you to bring to his brother).

Floyd had skipped class throughout the entire day and, apparently, hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet – not even to get something to eat. With a tentative hand, you raised it and lightly tapped your knuckles against the door, waiting for a response. You tried again and, with your second attempt, you heard shuffling from inside the room but nothing besides what sounded like him just shifting around in bed. You took a deep breath and finally asked, “Floyd? Are you alright? Jade and Azul said you seemed… a bit out of it today and asked me to come to check up on you myself.” Still nothing, so you continued talking, “I brought some takoyaki – Jade made it since it’s your favorite and you haven’t eaten today; it smells pretty good, I think. Hehe, Azul wasn’t very happy about it, though.”

Another minute or two passed by silently before, all too suddenly, the door flew open and two arms wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you into the dark room as the tray of food fell to the ground with a loud ‘clang’ that resonated throughout the halls of the eerily quiet dorm. You couldn’t see anything, but you could feel Floyd holding onto you like a lifeline, his head pressed against your neck as he kept squeezing your body closer to his. You didn’t have time to scold him for wasting the food before his mood began affecting you, too – usually, whenever he was like this, it never lasted longer than a few hours but, for some reason, it has lasted all day.

“Do… do you want to talk about it?” Floyd didn’t say anything, but you felt him shake his head ‘no’ before picking you up like you weighed nothing and walking back to his bed, flopping down on his side with you still held tightly in his arms. You didn’t say anything more, shifting slightly to get a bit more comfortable as your stroked his hair lightly, staring aimlessly into the dark room.

As your eyes started adjusting, you turned your head slightly to look at the wall that was to your back, noticing the multiple open containers of cookies and bags of sweets on the shelf – at least you knew Floyd hadn’t been starving all day, but he needed some food with more sustenance like the takoyaki… that was probably still lying in the hallway outside of his room. Hopefully, Jade and Azul wouldn’t put the wasted food on a tab for you to pay off later or something – you didn’t have the madol for that given how much Grim ate you out of house and home.

You turned back to where Floyd was still buried in your chest, sighing as you continued to pet his head and telling him in a soft voice, “Floyd, you need something real to eat – I’m sure these snacks aren’t very filling… or healthy for that matter.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment before muttering out, his voice slightly obscured due to where his face was currently, “… ‘M not hungry. Just need my Shrimpy to stay here and cuddle with me.” Floyd punctuated his sentence by squeezing your body closer to his ever so slightly, not as tightly as his usual hugs were, though this was something you weren’t going to complain about. It’s nice when his embraces don’t make you feel as though he’s going to squeeze the living daylights out of you, but you did miss the usual vigor they had.

You sighed quietly and pushed him away from your chest gently in order to make eye contact with him, telling him, “Okay but, once you’re feeling up to it, I’ll go make you something to eat, okay? Eating that much sugar isn’t good for you, you know?”

You could see his cheeks puff out slightly in a pout before he rolled his eyes, the golden one seeming to glow in the darkness as he muttered out a “…fiiiiine” before returning to his previous position nuzzled against your chest.

“Thank you, Floyd.” You said, your voice a whisper and a soft smile gracing your features as you returned your attention to his hair. You ran your fingers through his teal locks, working out any knot with a careful hand in order to try and not cause him any pain in the process – there was nothing worse than a tangled mass of hair being ripped out of your head when you’re just trying to relax. Floyd’s hair was surprisingly soft, but you could tell from the slight grease that coated the strands that he hadn’t washed it for at least a day or two.

Time passed by and, after what seemed like hours with him just holding you close and you absentmindedly messing around with his hair, you asked him tentatively, not expecting an answer since you were 99% sure he had clonked out at some point, “Is… is there anything else I can do for you?”

Floyd’s response was immediate which surprised you greatly since you were almost positive he had been asleep, “Nah – just keep playin’ with my hair.” He pulled away from you for a moment and grabbed your hand in his, placing it against his head with a content smile on his face, his sharpened teeth not as intimidating as they were to you in the past and his eyes shining teasingly.

You rolled your eyes like he had done before, smiling as you continued your ministrations as you asked in an attempt to make sure you were giving him what he required, “…and you're absolutely sure this is what you need?”

“Yep~… Now be quiet and just let me squeeze you, Shrimpy.” Floyd sang out, pulling you into his chest as he nuzzled his chin into your hair. Well, you weren’t expecting this, but it was pretty nice. Your neck had started hurting after so long in the same position, and now you were able to use the Floyd Leech as a pillow – not many people could say that in their lifetime.

Smiling you told him, “Okay, okay – my lips are now sealed,” before closing your eyes and falling into a deep sleep wrapped up in his arms; hopefully Grim wouldn’t wonder where you disappeared off to.

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-Deuce’s Winter Break-

(This story is from Deuce's perspective during the events of book four. I only know information from the English server story and events so sorry if anything is terribly out of character. This fic is platonic and is cannon for my female Yuu-sona, but I do just call them Yuu in the story. Yuu uses she/her pronouns. Hope you enjoy! Ps. There is a little bit of cussing. Found the pictures in a post by @ naruryun, they are not mine.)

“We should trade Magicam IDs now that you've got a smartphone,” Ace pulled out his phone and began typing out Yuu’s account in the search bar, “Y'know, in case something comes up.”

I smiled as I pulled up the app on my own phone, “Oh, good idea. I'll share mine, too.”

Yuu’s ID was a play on the fact that the headmaster called her “Beast Master” after we got back from the dwarf’s mine. I could always tell she was secretly proud of that title.

Ace finished adding her, “Feel free to hit me up if you get bored over winter break.”

She smirked, which was her form of a smile, “Thanks, I'll do that.”

“Man, you take everything I say so seriously Yuu,” Ace chuckled, “I was joking.”

I glared, “Then it was a lame one,” I then turned to smile at Yuu as I added her, “Anyway, feel free to reach out if you need anything at all,” I quickly tucked my phone in my pocket and grabbed my bag, “My mom's probably waiting on me, so I'd better go,” I began walking towards the Dark Mirror, “Happy holidays guys.”

I could hear Ace behind me, “Yeah, I'll do the same. See you next year!” I could hear him running to catch up with me, but I was already whispering the name of my street and stepping into the murky abyss.

It was hard to see my mom among the other kids meeting their families. Children cheering as their older siblings came home from their schools, parents hugging their grown babies and fussing over their bags of laundry, and the students basking in the attention that coming home brings.

I looked through the crowd and found my mom. My grandmother always said I was the spitting image of her. She had straight, navy blue hair cut into a bob, blonde streaks weaving into a larger mass of hair. Her eyes looked gray in the afternoon sun, but I knew they were really cyan.

She caught my eye and lit up, “Deuce!”

I ran over to save her the trouble, “Hey Mom.”

“Let me get a look at you,” Mom gently grabbed my face and moved me around, “I can barely believe that’s my son.”

I pulled back and put my hand behind my neck, “I guess I’ve changed a bit since I left.”

She smiled, “You have no idea how proud I am of you.”

I flushed under her gaze, “Let’s head on home.”

She giggled, “As long as you tell me all about school.”

I gathered my bag under my arm, “Fine.”

Home was the same as it had been when I left. A small apartment with blankets piled on every chair and letters piled on the kitchen counter. I set my bag in my room and then moved to the kitchen, where Mom had begun fixing dinner.

“I’m making folded egg sandwiches,” Mom had her back turned to me, “Is that alright?”

“Yeah,” I sat down at the dining table, “So what do you want to know?”

“Everything,” Mom moved to the stove, “I haven’t heard anything from your teachers.”

“Well I’m doing okay in class, but that might just be because Trey, Riddle, and Yuu help me out.”

“Who are they?”

“Well, Trey and Riddle are in Heartslabyul with me. Trey’s the vice-housewarden and he’s like the dorm mother hen. He’s done most of the tutoring, but Riddle helps him sometimes. Riddle’s the housewarden and he’s ridiculously strict.”

“Oh really?” Mom started grating cheese, “And who’s this Yuu person?”

“Yuu is one of my-” I tried to think of the right word. Our group never calls ourselves ‘friends’, but that seems to be the only word to describe how we are. Yuu calls us “Dumbass Beasts”, but I don’t want to tell my Mom that.

“She’s one of my best friends.”

I could hear Mom’s eyebrow raise, “‘She’? Isn’t Night Raven an All Boys school?”

“That surprised me too, but Yuu’s an exception to a lot of rules,” My phone vibrated with a message, I spoke as I went to pull it up, “She doesn’t have magic, she’s only half a student, and she isn’t even from this world.”

Mom grabbed the bread from the breadbox, “I’m going to need you to explain all of that.”

“I wish I could.”

The message was from Yuu; Cater has been tagging me in his old photos for the past two hours. How did he even know I got a Magicam account? I couldn’t help but laugh.

Mom scooped the folded eggs onto the bread, “At least explain the ‘half a student’ comment.”

“Well,” I sat my phone back on the table, “Since Yuu doesn’t have magic she and this monster named Grim share a single enrollment. But Yuu’s in charge of him since she’s the Ramshackle dorm prefect.”

“Ah,” Mom set the plate down in front of me, “Is that all your friends?”

“Nah, I’m friends with Ace too,” I got up to get something to drink, “He’s one of my roommates.”

“Ace Trappola?” Mom began making her own egg sandwich, “I think his father works at your grandfather’s company.”

I poured a glass of orange juice and made my way back to the table, “The four of us have done a lot in one semester.”

“Like what?”

“Well Ace and I challenged Riddle for his title.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” I took a sip of my juice, “Ace got in trouble for eating Riddle’s tart and then it became a huge deal. Riddle ended up overbloting.”

I swear Mom’s eyes bulged out of her head, “Overblot!?”

“Yeah. Yuu led all of us into battle to keep the other student’s safe and to keep Riddle from destroying himself. But that was only the first overblot.”

“The first?”

“Yeah don’t worry about it,” I took a large bite of my sandwich, “Yuu always has it under control. Even if she’s just directing us. It’s amazing.”

Mom sat down next to me, “Do you have a picture of your friends?”

I picked up my phone, “Not unless you count pictures Cater took while we weren’t expecting it. And then posted on Magicam with a dozen hashtags.”

“Maybe you could ask Yuu and Grim for a picture? I’d love to see them.”

“Sure,” I opened up Yuu’s message, “It’s not like they have much else to do at school.”

“At school? Did they not go somewhere for winter break?”

“They didn’t have anywhere to go.”

Mom set down her food, “Invite them to come here in spring. I’d be happy to host them.”

I chuckled, “Alright,” I texted Yuu; Hey my mom wants to see a pic of you and Grim. Mind sending one?

It took a moment for Yuu to respond; Yeah sure. Just let me get the weasel.

I set my phone down, “She’s gonna send a picture of her and Grim.”

“How sweet,” Mom took the moment to begin eating.

Our conversation dissolved into specific stories and the basics of our lives apart. It was weird how I felt so at home, while only feeling like a guest in the apartment. My Mom gushed and worried in waves as I talked about the Spelldrive tournament and the final exams. It was sweet to see her so happy about my actions. About who I was. I had given her a son to be proud of.

I spent the next day with my mom, meeting with other family and shopping for the holidays. But that night my phone lit up with a message from Yuu; Trapped in Scarabia, I’ll explain later.

I was up all night, waiting for my phone to buzz again, but the only notification I got was Ace messaging me to ask if I had heard anything else from Yuu.

Eight AM came around and I chugged two cups of coffee before heading out on a walk to keep my mind off of Yuu’s vague and semi-terrifying message.

“Hey Deuce!” I froze in my tracks, turning to see my old ‘pal’ Hatter, his lackey Coney trailing behind.

Hatter was the leader of the delinquents I hung out with in middle school. He called me his equal until I went straight. His appearance hadn’t changed; hair bleached a platinum blonde, green eyes that constantly had a crazed look as they dashed from victim to victim, a trailing black jacket with copper buttons, and of course his iconic evergreen tophat with the price tag sticking out the brim.

Coney matched the jacket, but he had his own brand of insane to portray. His hair was bleached to a honey blonde and his brown rabbit ears stuck out of his head with copper piercings along every furry edge. His black eyes always seemed to be watching Hatter, as if he was waiting for the signal to attack.

“How have you been, man?” Hatter wrapped his arm around my shoulder as if we had only been apart for a week or so, “Coney here was just saying how much he missed seeing you on that blastcycle of yours. Right Coney?”

Coney nodded like his life depended on it, “Yes! Yes!”

“Look guys,” I made an effort to move out of their reach, “I’m not-”

“Aw,” Coney stopped nodding, “Are you not fun anymore?”

“What?”

“Sounds like you hit the bullseye Coney,” Hatter began messing with his brim, a signal to change their approach, “I guess you were serious about that ‘going straight’ thing.”

“I am,” I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, “And I have to go.”

“Go?” Hatter came closer, backing me into an alleyway, “But we just reunited!”

“I’m not like you guys anymore,” my hand gripped my phone in my pocket, praying that it would buzz again, “I have friends who need me right now.”

Coney’s hand drifted towards a bright blue dumpster, “You think you're better than us?”

“No way mate,” Hatter smirked and whipped his own magic pen out, “Tea Party!” My arms went flying up, my phone and other valuables making a mad dash for Hatter’s and Coney’s open hands. Hatter caught my phone and looked at the message, “This ‘Ace’ fella is.”

My heart sank, the message wasn’t from Yuu.

Coney looked over, “Oh what’s this? You and this ‘Ace’ are talking about a girl?”

“What did he say?”

Hatter smirked, “Oh? So this ‘going straight’ thing is for the eye of some lovely lady. I’m hurt.”

“No,” I marched forward and grabbed my wallet from Coney’s hand, “I’m becoming a better person for myself. I want to be an honor’s student and I’m doing a damn good job. Yuu is just a friend.”

“Sure,” Hatter rolled his eyes, “I’ll believe that,” he changed his voice to mock mine, “‘Look at me, giving up my freedom for some stupid dream of being an honor’s student.’ No way. You’re not built for that Deuce.”

My phone buzzed in his hand.

“I used to respect you Spade,” He put my phone in the ribbon of his tophat, taunting me, “Now look at you. You’re a fucking chump.”

My phone buzzed again. Something inside of me snapped like a dry twig. I could feel my body heat from the inside out, old mussels returning to their place. I didn’t reach for my pen. I just punched the bastard.

Hatter went flying back into the wall, clearly expecting to have to taunt me longer before I took action. Coney didn’t hesitate to pounce on me, knocking me to the ground under him. He fired off punch after punch, leaving the taste of blood on my lips. I kicked him off and into Hatter, aiming to get my phone back. I had to see if it was Yuu.

It all turned into a blurr. A barrage of fists coming from all directions. All I focused on was Hatter’s stupid tophat.

I got the phone back and backed away. No one followed me.

All of the messages were from Ace.

Yuu hasn’t explained. What does her text even mean?

Should we go back and check on her?

I’m going. I don’t know what’s happening but it sounds like trouble. Meet me at the bus stop in town in two hours if you’re joining me.

I cleaned off in a park restroom before running home to pack a duffel bag. Mom was immediately understanding and packed me a few sandwiches for Ace and me. She smiled and reminded me that Yuu was welcome to come back with me, as well as telling me to text her when I was coming back. I nodded and gave her a hug before running out the door.

The two hours were up and I met with Ace at the bus stop.

Ace was pacing, waiting for the noon bus, “Who just messages that they’ve been kidnaped and then doesn’t respond for twelve hours!? Yuu’s going to be the death of us.”

“Calm down,” I hid my own anxieties, “This is Yuu we’re talking about. If anyone can handle being ‘trapped’, it’s her. Plus, Grim should be with her.”

“You say that like that’s a good thing.”

“Fair enough,” I kept going, “But despite the fact that it’s Grim, he can still fire off spells. Plus he’s pretty good with fire magic. Maybe we’ll arrive to see Scarabia in blue flames.”

“Again, you say that like that’s a good thing.”

“It’s the best thing I can think of.”

The PA system cracked to life, “Bus to Night Raven terminal is now boarding on platform three.”

“Come on,” I grabbed my bags and began walking, “Our friend needs us.”

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chocodollxren · 2 years

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Could I request #19 with Jade please? If the event is closed now, please ignore this

-> 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨 ,, 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙥 ,, 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩” ! ꒱·˚ ,, #O6.12.22🍵 ˖˚˳⊹ 'ּ໋݊◵

prompt: 19. “could you explain why you and our child are a mess?” + Jade Leech

no tws. gn reader, established relationship.

standing in front of the door, you silently watch the knob turn and open, revealing your husband and all of his glory, along with your child holding onto his hand, a shared look between them of trying not to smile, but still having their lips upturned slightly into one. there he was caught red handed trying to sneak in, dirt and mud covering his face and clothes, the same with your child. you leave him alone to sleep in for a single day and he comes back looking as though he fell into a pigpen.

“good morning, darling.” your husband starts, his free hand covering his mouth as he lightly chuckles, followed by your child’s enthusiastic giggling. “morning!” they tell you, making you shake your head, you didn’t know where to begin. you woke up and found them missing, Jade even left his phone on the kitchen counter which you found odd. you were worried sick and waiting at the door for their return the entire time, thinking maybe they just went to grab something to eat, yet they came back in total disarray in the most casual manner.

walking up to your child, you pinch their cheeks lightly while giving a half-hearted glare to your husband. “could you explain why you and our child are a mess?” you interrogated, raising a brow. you didn’t know whether you hated the way he smiled, or absolutely adored it, as he tells your child to wash up as he explains what had happened. “don’t forget to wash the mushrooms papa!” you hear your child shout as they run to take a bath, your confusion turned into one of a knowing look. “don’t tell me you took our child to go mushroom foraging at nine in the morning?” you ask, only for him to shake his head, correcting you

“eight in the morning, actually.” you nearly squawked, you appreciated him for spending family time with your child, but what goes on in their heads sometimes? you swear your child takes after Jade’s interests far too much. fetching him a towel, you throw it at him and take a seat on the couch. “do i even want to know?” you rolled your eyes, making way for him to sit next to you as he explains the adventure he just had.

it started when Jade woke up, hearing noises coming from downstairs and investigated, only to see his child staring at his terrariums filled with mushrooms on the decorative bookshelf. “papa!” they cried out, running into his arms, smiling adorably. “tell me again about them!” after finding out your child couldn’t sleep, and was already filled with energy, Jade had a much better idea. “would you like to join me in finding a special mushroom? it’s pretty and blue, looks like an umbrella.”

it took little convincing on his part, as your child enthusiastically nodded along, loving to spend time with their father and learning his hobbies. “let’s get you dressed, but be quiet, this is a secret between you and me.” he told them, your husband planning to commit the perfect crime, seeing as you banned him from taking your small child mushroom hunting in fears of poison or them getting hurt. it was already a miracle you let him keep his poisonous mushroom terrariums, but surely, just once wouldn’t hurt. he couldn’t just let his child go back to sleep after so happily expressing interest.

after getting the both of them changed and prepared, Jade packed a bag with a few fruit snacks, granolas, and water and headed out with them, ensuring you he held their hand for the most part. “that still doesn’t explain why it looks like you fought with the earth and lost.” you interrupted, making him laugh. “patience, darling. we’re getting there.” he continued on telling his story.

the climb was nearly an hour, but they finally found the perfect place for mushrooms, mushrooms as far as the eye could see. “papa! papa look, look! so many mushrooms!” your child happily cheered, tugging Jade’s much larger hand with their tiny one towards them. Chuckling at their excitement, he followed them but ensured they didn’t touch anything poisonous, you’d have his head for that. he spent quite awhile explaining all the different types of mushrooms, and how they’d taste as your child listened in awe.

the two of them couldn’t find the specific mushroom they set out for, but it was quite a haul. once the two of them plucked the mushrooms they came for, they were already a little dirty, but the majority of it came when they descended downhill. while going down a bit of a slippery area, your child tripped, Jade following suit while trying to catch them, only to fall face first into the mud with your child landing safely on top of him, you wouldn’t have his head, then.

it was also then that they realized some mushrooms fell out of the backpack as they fell, and picked them up, only for your child to excitedly plunge themselves into another mud pile behind the foliage. “papa! quick, it’s the ‘brella mushrooms!” they shouted, the blue parasol mushroom had been looking for the past month had finally been found, in a dirty pile of mud and rotting wood, hidden away from him a few feet from where he normally descended from. excitedly, the two of them picked as much that would fit in the bag, no longer caring how dirty they were, or how upset you’d be at them. they’d even pinky promise not to mention it to you if you didn’t catch them sneaking back in.

“so from what i’ve learned, you’re teaching our kid to be as sketchy as you?” you raise a brow and sigh, a smile forming on your face. “i wouldn’t call it sketchy so much so as teaching them life skills.” he responded, you rolled your eyes as you take the towel from him, making sure to thoroughly wipe his face before pressing a quick kiss onto his lips. “you’re going to sleep on the couch tonight, but i’m happy the two of you got closer. and no, we’re not using what you got today in tonight’s dinner.”

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spoops-screams · 2 years

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| Sweet, gentle vulnerability

Character(s): All twst Night Raven College characters (technically) also technically all RSA students too. Generally very very unspecified

TW: Allusions to yandere behaviours, allusions to violence

Genre: Yandere drabble

Notes: Gender neutral MC || I was thinking about how I make all of the characters a little crueler in my new twst au and this happened. It's not part of the au but it's a vaguely similar vibe but also not really

Night Raven College is the last place that you should ever allow yourself to be comfortable. That was your first mistake.

It was a school for villains, or at least the equivalent in that world. Vulnerability made you weak, it had physical and magical drawbacks that forced people to lock their feelings down and hold an uncaring exterior until it wasn't just a facade. Their vulnerability was dangerous - for them, for those that surrounded them - and yet you seemed so intent on invoking it.

You seemed so intent on your own humanity in whatever which way. There were many things you failed to consider in that sense. They weren't human.

Their magic alone pulled them slightly away from your idea of man and it kept going until, while they looked to be the same as you, they were anything but. Their hearts were anything but. Their minds were anything but.

And yet you seemed oblivious to this. It was expected really. Their facades were perfect. Creatures - not so mortal as to be called beasts and yet not so far to be called monsters - in human form.

You treated them as you would any other human. As if they felt like you, thought like you. As if the beating heart that resided in each of them still resembled yours in any way.

You became comfortable. That was your first mistake. Your vulnerability, your overly human emotion that you seemed so comfortable to let out, at least in comparison to the rest of them.

Their vulnerability was dangerous but yours was warm. Like a month to flame, it drew them in and they found themselves wanting to capture it.

It was so strange, so foreign, so gentle. What were they to do when faced with something so fragile if not try to protect it?

Their vulnerability made them dangerous but yours made you warm, a source of heat that thawed at their facades until beings of ink and anguish plagued their minds. You were the one that invoked this danger. The likelihood that you'll be able to escape it is slim.

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hebimoonlightwrites · 1 year

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can I please request a one-shot where Vil has a crush on Fem! s/o but she's like, the opposite of him, with really short hair, and she's never use make-up and don't really care about her appearance so when he finally confess to her she's got surprised, cause she's always thought he didn't like her or even hate for this difference..? thank you ♡

Writer's corner: Hiii, darl♥ I'm always so happy when someone requests me about Pomefiore bois♥ Of course I can! Thank you so much for requesting! I really hope you'll enjoy reading what I wrote for you! If there's anything you don't like, please, let me know, so I can fix it for you~ Enjoy♥

Pronouns: SHE/HER

Warnings: nothing ♥only cute stuff here, guys

Words: 1402

~𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛~

"Mira Mira.. Show me mc's Magicam's profile, please.", Vil only said after some minutes of silence. He was standing in front of the mirror, looking at his own reflection, while trying to calm himself from what had just happened previously, after classes.

"Here's what I found.", Mira, his phone's Siri, said while Pomefiore's Housewarden was still keeping his purple eyes on his reflection. Soon his smartphone opened Magicam, showing mc's profile, full of joyful pictures she had taken with all her friends at NRC. Vil sighed and then slowly took his smartphone, starting scrolling and seeing all those photos of her incredible and genuine smile. Her face didn't wear any make-up, while her hair was messy and styled in random buns or imperfect ponytails. She used to wear comfy casual clothes, nothing as classy and fancy as Vil at all.. Even though there were so many differences between him and her.. well.. Vil couldn't help but smile softly, feeling his heart beating, as he simply saw her lips curving up, or just heard her soothing voice. He looked at her photos being with other people and.. it was like there wasn't anyone else but her. Vil sighed again, putting an hand on his forehead, feeling his cheeks getting redder:

"What am I doing...?", he whispered to himself, gently and slowly running his fingers through his blonde and soft hair. How could he love that girl?.. How could he feel those emotions by simply seeing her mere figure?... His eyes couldn't help but sparkled in adoration for her, as he turned to look at those pictures again.. Vil couldn't contain his overflowing emotions for mc. It felt like a kind of spell- no, a kind of curse, actually- mc had spelled to get him deeply in love with her. Her eyes.. They were the source of that curse, which was love. Vil could feel it starting moving from his heart and slowly but constantly spreading through his body, reaching even his soul.. reaching even the deepest part of him. That spell- or curse- was strong.. It was definitely stronger than his magic.. than his signature spell was, actually! And he hated it.. Oh, well.. He was trying to hate it. Vil didn't want to be beaten by that curse.. He didn't want to fall for mc.. He tried his best not to. His mind started recalling the previous days, as he put an hand on his dresser, in front of the mirror, slightly leaning on it while holding his smartphone...

...

During all those days he had tried to mantain his demeanor and expression, even when mc had spoken to him, with her soothing and cute voice.. even when she had told him about her insecurities, proving him that she trusted him.. even when she had tried her best not to show him her tears by covering her own face behind her hands.. Vil had tried his best not to fall for her.. to control himself and not to hug her tightly. And he had failed. For the second time in his life, Vil had failed in something..

Indeed he had hugged her tightly after some seconds of hesitation, getting her off guard. He had closed his own eyes, keeping her as close as possible, caressing her messy hair with his pale hand. After that action, Vil had realized to be doomed.. He had never been that impulsive in his life.. Though he couldn't leave mc crying, suffering like that.. For the first time in his life Vil had felt a strange feeling into his chest: he had desired to be by her side for as long as he could have been.. to protect her.. to care for her.. to make her happy.

"No tears of sadness are allowed here... Only tears of happiness are! Am I clear...?!", Vil had whispered into her ear, keeping holding her close. He could imagine that she had a surprised and slightly confused expression on her face, but.. he didn't care. It was the first time that he didn't care...! Now.. the only thing he cared about was her.. her only.. Mc suddenly hugged him back too, burying her face on his chest, while silently crying, trying to calm down. As she did it, Vil tightened that hug, not caring about the fact that he could have gotten his shirt wrinkled. He didn't care that she was crying on his shirt. He didn't care that she was holding him by his shirt in the hug. He didn't care as long as that hug would have proved her that he cared about her.. as long as that hug would have comforted her. Her touch was enough to make his body feel numb.. only her smell was enough to make his stomach doing flips.. her soothing voice was enough to make his heart thumbing out of his stomach. Only her mere presence was enough to make him feel like nothing else really cared in his life.. She was the only one.

"I.. I can't allow you being sad and suffer over things like that..! I can't allow your heart being broken..!", Vil kept whispering, feeling like he needed so hard to confess her his feelings. Mc, on the other hand, opened her eyes wider as she heard the "cold and stoic Pomefiore's Housewarden" being so caring towards someone so ordinary like her.. I mean.. She was so different from Vil: she didn't wear make-up, nor wore fancy clothes.. yet perhaps it was due to all those uniquenesses mc had that Vil had completely fallen for her. Probably it was the fact that her eyes didn't need any make-up, any eyeshadow on.. that her lips didn't need any lipsticks on to look divinely. It was because she didn't need any fancy clothes to look incredibly beautiful to Vil's eyes. And that was quite unusual: Vil had always been the one to find imperfections even in perfect people..! How could he see her- who was sure to be the most imperfect person- so perfect then?..

"V-Vil...?", mc whispered still in the hug. She could still hear Pomefiore's Housewarden's heavy breath.. she could feel his heart beating faster, his body feeling relaxed while hugging her. His breath was catching in his throat while his hands were adorably caressing her back, comforting her for all those insecurities she had told him about.. Mc had trusted him so much to talk to him about that... Vil was glad she had. "Shhh...", Vil had whispered and then finally moved away from the hug, only to see her eyes again. He felt like he needed to look at those sparkling and beautiful eyes.. just like he needed to breath to live!.. he needed to look at her eyes to live.. And he had to keep living to love her. He suddenly put his hands on her cheeks, seeing how her skin was adorably smooth even without using all those expensive products. He couldn't help but smile warmly while mc opened her eyes wider, blushing at his touch. She looked so adorable.. just like a flower.. the most beautiful flower. On the other hand mc didn't know what to think about.. if Vil was in love with her.. how could he be?.. She was sure not to have any chance with him, who was the most gorgeous young man of NRC and even of Twisted Wonderland.

How could the fairest of all fall for her, who was a simple, ordinary and even clumsy girl? That's what she wondered...

"Mc... I..", Vil whispered as he rubbed his thumbs on her cheeks and slowly got closer. His words came out like an exhale, as he was just coming up for air. He was blushing like crazy, wondering what was happening, what was that attraction he was feeling at that right exact moment... Was it that curse? Was it love? He looked at her for the last time, lost for words, while his heart was slowly going wild in his chest. He was sure it was that curse.. it was love.

"I... I love you...", he said in a whisper before pressing his lips on hers, closing his eyes as he felt a strange sense, an unusual happiness into his chest.. a warmth slowly spreading from his heart to his soul. He felt in peace, genuinely happy, while he was keeping that "ordinary girl" near him, moving his lips on hers.

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