#3 DORM LEADERS DOWN

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Hold your ear to my heart. Hear it beat.

Part three of The Rain series

Synopsis: Leona's POV from the night of the collapse + When he comes to visit The Prefect in the infirmary for the first time afterwards

TW: Injury, Ramshackle collapsing on The Prefect, Leona finds The Prefect, The Prefect IS NOT in a good state, Blood, Leona Vomits, Leona Cries

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (here), Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (coming soon), . . .

Leona wasn't going to answer the phone that night. When he got a call a call at 9pm at night he was planning to hit decline, but, by some stroke of fate perhaps, his finger slipped and he hit answer. He cursed under his breath and was about to end the call when his blood ran cold. On the other end of the line he could hear distant shouts and the sound of harsh rain before a voice broke through the noise: "Kingscholar, we need you at Ramshackle immediately! Ramshackle collapsed and The Prefect got caught under the rubble-"

Leona hung up on Professor Crewel before he could finish talking. Well, he didn't really hang up; he crushed his phone.

Leona was out the door in less than a second. He dashed through the Savanaclaw lounge, startling Ruggie into spilling a basket of laundry and causing Jack to drop a weight on his foot. The lounge went quiet as they watched their dorm leader make a mad dash for the mirror. Nobody had ever seen Leona run like that before.

Barreling out of the mirror, Leona didn't once let up on his pace. Even when he got out into the rain that was so heavy he could barely see ten feet ahead of him, even when he was running on slick stones, Leona ran. When he reached the place where Ramshackle should have been he gagged.

He didn't gag because the sight of the dorm was hard to take in; he gagged because of the thick scent of iron that hung heavy in the air. It took every shred of will within the Lion not to throw up.

Crewel quickly filled him in on the plan and Leona got to work. When his magic pen was full of blot, the teachers lent him their respective magic stones. It wasn't until 12pm (On the dot. Everyone was sickeningly aware of how much time was passing with you under there.) that he finally got to you. The scent of iron flooded his lungs, but that wasn't what caused his face to shift to one of utter horror.

Bones weren't supposed to bend like that. They weren't supposed to be visible either. Was that even you? There's no way. . .there's no way. . . .

The STYX crew, who had arrived an hour earlier, rushed past him and quickly began checking you over and preparing to get you onto the stretcher. Professor Crewel had to pull Leona back because he couldn't move. He was like that until the STYX crew began to rush you to the infirmary.

Even then, he only moved to follow you. The staff didn't bother sending him back to his dorm. They knew he wouldn't leave now.

It wasn't until Leona was standing in the hallway outside of the infirmary that he looked down and threw up on the spot. He was covered in blood. Your blood.

Sam got him clothes to change into, and when Leona got back the area had been turned into a makeshift waiting room (and his vomit cleaned).

He stayed there until morning when he was forced to go back to his dorm to rest. He didn't sleep a wink.

Every time Leona closed his eyes, he saw you laying in the rubble covered in sand and dust and soaked in a mixture of rainwater and your own blood. You looked so cold. His hand only brushed yours, but you had felt so cold.

The counselor he was assigned was more of an annoyance than anything. They weren't able to get a single word out of him.

When Leona heard you woke up, he was just frozen. He didn't even put up a fight when the staff said he'd have to wait a week before he could see you. Honestly, he was scared.

His hand felt like lead as he reached it up to knock on the door.

A raspy, muffled "come in" came like a dying breeze through the door and Leona choked.

It took him longer than he'd like to admit for him to finally open the door and force his legs to move.

You could tell when he saw you that he was struggling to keep it together. You were hooked up to machines and covered in bandages. You had undergone quite a few surgeries since that night.

He was heartbreakingly silent as he stood there by the door.

You gently patted the bed next to you in a motion that made it clear you were still in a good deal of pain, but what he could see of your face betrayed no sign of it. The bed dipped as he sat by your side, facing away from you.

"Leona." You croaked his name, but he didn't respond. "Le-"

Before you could call his name again he had already turned around and, without giving you a chance to look at his face, gently ducked his head into your shoulder. He placed his head on a spot with no bandages, but still just barely hovered his head over you, scared he would cause you pain.

Everything was still for a moment before you lifted one of your arms, your bones creaking, to rest on the back of his head and gently, with what little force you could muster, bring it to rest just above your still beating heart.

He eventually caved and let the little weight of his head rest fully on you as he listened to the beating in your chest. When you looked behind him you could see that his tail was softly swaying to match the rhythm.

Before long you could feel the spot where his head laid begin to become damp. You still couldn't see his face as his head laid so his ear was pressed to your heart and the back of his head facing you, but you had a pretty good idea of what was happening. You gently made circular motions with your fingers still in his hair (your would pet him, but moving more than just your fingers that much wouldn't be in your best interest).

You stayed like that for hours before he eventually had to leave. The entire time he was there he didn't speak a single word, but he didn't need to. You could tell what he had been feeling from the tear stain on your shirt.

As Leona was closing the door to the infirmary, he heard two soft words slip through the crack between the door and the frame "Thank you."

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peek-a-boo ! - dorm leaders

in which you like hiding in the most random places and surprising them

authors note: like they're gonna be so mad but ykw they love u

ALSO OMG 1K FOLLOWERS ??!! ty everyoneee <3!

riddle rosehearts

you're lucky, riddle notes, he is used to these antics from che'nya. he was so blessed to know those tactics, because riddle wouldn't know what to do if he was unprepared of this situation: you were hanging upside down because you hid on top of his closet!

smiling and humming happily, you edge close to the very end of the closet door; as if you're taunting him.

"heyyy riddle!"

"you get down this instant and be careful!" riddle said mortified as he started pulling his pillows and duvets to the ground to cushion your fall. you jumped and riddle yelled and used his magic to make you float.

"my rose..." he said with a glare as his heart thumped hard against his chest. "never do that again."

leona kingscholar

herbivore is what he calls you, however he feels like that calling you "kitten" is now appropriate. you act like some juvenile kitten who just saw the world. though, leona isn't keen on that behaviour.

leona is on the verge of assigning ruggie to you now, with how your conquest to fright him with the many times you put yourself in places you shouldn't be in. for example, the dorm's tall trees.

"herbivore!" leona growled as his heart sank when he heard from ruggie you disappeared somewhere in the dorm. you whistle and shake a bit to signal to leona you were up on the tree.

"hey, kingscholar!" you said smugly as you lounged atop the tree. leona felt scared and irritated, why must you make things difficult before he has to nap or practice? he struck the tree and made into sand before catching you, his grunt and your wide eyed stare was enough to send the dorm into a frenzy.

"you are not leaving my side, understood?" leona said as he wrapped his tail around you.

azul ashengrotto

azul is still trying to get used to how legs work and being in high up places. so why must you torture him and hide in the most inconvenient of places? the most outrageous was his laundry basket, which mind you, now smells like you! (not that he minds, but still!)

he's trying to find you in the vast dorm room, azul curses his extensive dorm sometimes when it came to how you hide. azul thinks that floyd is also helping you, which is worse, now he has to deal with double the trouble.

"beryl...? come on out, we have plans remember?" azul calls out a bit wary and frustrated that it was dead silent and you may have been hiding for too long. oh, sevens, you may be hungry!

"boo." you say as you grab onto his ankles, azul shrieked and fell. his legs failing him, you giggle as you crawl out of the bottom of some floor board? azul glared as he recovered composure.

"we're making a new deal." azul says as he readies himself to make a contract with one new rule: stop sneaking up on him.

kalim al asim

it wasn't kalim's problem to find you, jamil or someone else does. it infuriates jamil that kalim joins in on your little escapades. sometimes you make it a contest to see if one can hide longer.

though, kalim does get scared sometimes. you learned some tricks from him too, and it is a disadvantage to him especially when you disappear for too long. for example, right now, you're nowhere to be seen and his spacious dorm makes the search even more difficult.

"sunshine? sunshineee?" kalim echoes in the hallway, jamil also on a search for you on the other end of the dorm. it was fun at first but it was concerning and record-breaking. kalim turned a corner and a plant grabbed onto him. kalim nearly flooded the plant until he realized it was you.

"easyy, baby!" you say as he almost sent a flood your way. kalim sighed in relief, and smiled brightly because you now were found!

"yeah, well... you know how i am with being alone!" kalim giggled nervously, as if to remind you of his status and what that entails. you nodded and said "oh" with the realization. lesson learned i guess?

vil schoenheit

you're lovable, vil would say, as his patience thin at the prospect of you disappearing. usually, it was easy to find you. predictable is what vil calls your hiding skills. also, rook hunt happily indulges in the request of finding you (unfair with his unique magic.)

today, however, vil was on his own trying to find you in the dorm. he was an expert at the little nooks and crannies of the dorm. however he was bested because you dropped by, literally, in front of him effectively startling him.

"kya!" vil said as he brought out his wand ready to attack. you smile as you brush yourself off, falling from the chandelier. he sputtered before glaring. vil checked your vitals and tried to see if any injury was there.

"hiya sweetie!" you chirped and vil clicks his tongue as he carefully inspected you. once he's done, he flicks your forehead with a glare.

"don't 'sweetie' me, potato. you could've been hurt. now, come. we are overdue for a good scolding and pampering" vil said with a glare as if he is making note of a new potion to stop your hiding tendency.

idia shroud

frankly, idia thinks you're insane. he even straight up considers bringing you to a facility to check up on your mental capacity. why? who hides in a room filled with computers with no jacket? do you know how cold those rooms are? idia and ortho found you smiling as you hid in some closet box where the power supply is.

and trust, idia keeps you under lock and key after that. but you had your ways, you'd hide under the desk, the bed. behind his clothes, anything. it came to the point idia made a software called, "find prefect."

"oh geez. ortho boot up find prefect" idia said as he saw how you're not in his room again. idia was jittery knowing that you'd bribe ortho into not revealing where you are for a prank, which ortho seems to love lately.

as ortho boots up, it takes a while, you surprise him by covering his eyes. a loud shriek occurred as the lights turned off too. idia burns up and ortho giggled as he finally finished booting up

"prefect is 4 centimeters away from your location!"

malleus draconia

how adorable, malleus says, as you try to hide from his careful eye. he's quite used to lilia and his hiding skills, so you can't hide no matter how hard you try. yet, malleus entertains this folly and pretends to be shocked whenever you try to spook him.

though, malleus gets concerned by how you take risks in hiding at the most obsecure of places. his personal fright was you hiding by the moat because it was the least expected. as malleus dries you up, he shakes his head and gently scolds you.

"you have to admit, the moat is a good place to hide" you chide as malleus uses his magic to lift you away from the moat. you drip from being sprung from the water and shiver at the wind.

"it is quite the unexpected turn. but i'd rather have my dear child of man safe and dry." malleus scolds as he dries you up and pinches your cheek to scold you.

"ahh fine" you surrender, knowing you really can't fight his logic, you were starting to cramp up from trying to stay afloat.

[mobbu-min]

☆ yummy in my tummy ☆

requested by:

After reading the pretty boy fics, I got to ask: "How would the dorm leaders (and the rest if you want to write about them) react to being given food from the reader (who cooks and bakes god tier food) who is concerned for their wellbeing?" - anon Headcanons for Dorm Leaders with an s/o who loves to spoil them with delicious homemade meals, sweets and snacks. - anon Could I request something domestic? Housewardens with an s/o that cooks for them almost everyday? -anon

a/n I decided to combine these three requests! I'm not sure if there were anymore of the same variety, so if I missed it, I'm sorry T^T Gonna split this into three parts, so keep an eye out for the other two! I wanted to keep this vague, i didn’t mention any type of specific food, but make it known, i am craving tamales so badly

included: grim, all of heartslabyul and savanaclaw

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Ramshackle <3

⋆ He eats your food every day. Your best customer is the one and only GRIM THE GREAT! Food always tastes good to this little guy, but food made by you? Top tier! Nothing could beat it (the overblot stones probably could) He’s a pain in your ass when you're cooking/baking, constantly trying to get a nibble from your ingredients. His hungry ass is just too impatient. After a long and hard day, all he wants is to lay back and eat some tuna and one of your sweet treats for dessert. It's the best way to end his day.

Heartslabyul <3

⋆ You see once you start cooking for them, you’re not going to stop. Cater and Ace make sure of it. They all love your cooking! They feel so loved and cared for with each dish you lovingly made for them. Does this contribute to their ever growing feelings for you?

⋆ Yes, yes it does.

⋆ Riddle was kinda on edge by it. Not because he thought you were a horrible cook, he’s tasted Ace’s cooking before, but because he didn’t understand the warm feeling in his chest. Riddle’s mother never cooked, instead she had chefs cook the blandest (healthy, she claimed) foods for them both. He’s never felt the warmth and comfort from a home cooked dish. Trey is an excellent cook, and even better baker, but it’s Trey. You were different, always had been to him. Riddle almost moaned at the taste of the different spices and flavors that exploded in his mouth. This boy has never tasted so many all at once. It was truly an eye opener. Riddle asks if you could teach him some recipes.

⋆ So relieved. Trey is just the epitome of a parent finally sitting down after a long day when you come to help in the kitchen or bring containers of food. Trey finds himself visiting you at Ramshackle more often, with the intention of learning or cooking with you. But ends up with you ushering him to sit down and you’ll be back with some fresh soup. He really does appreciate your presence, everything about you is so comforting and lively, so you making amazing food is an added bonus. Loves to learn about different foods from your world, even more so any type of pastry/sweet! Considers asking if you want to do a bake off, but decided not to, because he knew everyone would choose you. (he would do the same tbh)

⋆ If you didn’t have a magicam account dedicated to your cooking before, well now you do! Cater will take photos of every dish you made, going on a long rant on how this is the most delicious food he’s ever eaten. If you let him, he'll post pictures and videos of you cooking/baking on the account. The account is as comforting as your food. Ofc, he has tons and tons of photos and videos on his phone of you. Cater looks forwards to whatever you make, but is especially touched when you bake something that isn’t incredibly sweet or something entirely different then what you made the others. It makes him feel special.

⋆ Ace didn’t consider himself a picky eater, at least not until he ate your food! Boy will not leave you alone. He's constantly begging you to make him food and treats. Saying 'you just killed a poor starving boy, gootbye-' and just crashes onto you. Ace just really enjoys your cooking and he melts whenever you bring him food without him asking (begging). He’s the type of person to sit on the counter and talk while you’re busy doing things all around the kitchen. It briefly reminds him of his own childhood. It’s oddly domestic that it sikes him out for a moment. But then he glances at you and suddenly that feeling is replaced with a warm fluttering feeling in his chest. (don’t question the blush on his cheeks ofc)

⋆ Deuce isn’t one for taking photos but every thing you’ve ever made him has been instantly snapped and sent to his mom. (who loves knowing that her darling son is eating well) He’s not as obvious as Ace, but Deuce tries to slyly suggest that you make him more food. And of course, he’s more than willing to help. Again, unlike Ace who sits and talks, Deuce follows you around the kitchen like a duckling, patiently awaiting your orders. He wants to be helpful! Will gladly take anything out of the oven and carry any heavy materials. Will crash if you hold up a spoon for him to taste test. Isn’t this romantic? He asks himself as he shakily takes the spoon into his mouth. Omg, and if he sees you do your own taste test with the same spoon? Oh sevens, help you both.

Savanaclaw <3

⋆ Another group that doesn’t let you stop cooking/baking for them. But at least you have free access to a buttload of money and two very eager helpers (for very different reasons)

⋆ Leona isn’t a stranger to good, probably excellent, cooked meals. He’s a prince, duh. But when it’s a meal cooked by you? Everything that he’s eaten up til now is straight trash. Pride is one way to describe how he feels, quickly followed by smug. Of course, you’d dedicate your time and energy to cook him a meal. And of course, you poured your love into every step. He’ll eat practically anything you give him, though he will side eye the vegetables and discreetly give them to Ruggie. As for sweet things, he’s not a big fan of sweets. I feel like he’d like savory flavors, maybe a little bitter or maybe a little tart. Or perhaps something with subtle flavors but a hearty texture. I’m just speculating of course, so it’s always a hit or miss when it comes to baked goods with him. Though, don’t worry, nothing you make goes to waste. Ruggie is always ready to swoop in when needed. And as mentioned before, Leona knows ingredients can get spendy, so he’s more than willing to hand you his credit card.

⋆ Speaking of credit cards, Ruggie just always happens to be in the same vicinity when that black card hits your hands. Ruggie wouldn’t call himself the greatest chef, but he is resourceful. With everything you cook, Ruggie shows you how to get the most out of your ingredients. He even shows you some low-budget/free ingredients you can find all over campus and how to make it. Ruggie is honestly a good person to have by your side when it comes to cooking, you learn plenty of new things and you get to share your own knowledge to someone you know will share with others. However, Ruggie isn’t someone that does something for free. So he expects to be taking half of whatever you're making back with him. On a cuter note, Ruggie practically bursts into two when you show up with a container full of warm, mouth watering, doughnuts. Judging by how fast Ruggies tail was wagging, you were afraid that he was about to fly up into space.

⋆ Despite his tendencies to try to keep his emotions to himself, Jack really does appreciate the effort you put in to make his meals protein pack and nutritious. And while he’s not the greatest cook, Jack helps the best he can in the kitchen. Though, he’s a little clumsy (if his culinary crucible says otherwise, no it doesn’t) but he’s eager! Jack is a quick learner so it doesn't take him very long to get the hang of things. Definitely subtly brags about it to the other first years. But if any of them dares to mention how fast his tail is wagging, he gets all pouty with embarrassment. I definitely suggest keeping it to meals and not sweet. Jack is not a sweet guy at all. Though he might indulge if you give him puppy-dog eyes.

[scoupsakakitty]

Svt ot13 x reader, where like, reader made a single mistake during one of their concerts. Then when they practiced for the rest of tour reader keeps on spotting their flaws even when its fine. Maybe even overworking to the point she sleeps in the practice room? Then they(ot13) was confused to why reader hasn't come home yet, only to find reader passed out on the floor of the practice room, like literally passed out..

This is my first time doing a req, sorry if its too detailed.. please dont overwork yourself irl!!

Don‘t Dance Alone Tonight | idol!Scoups x 14thMember | angst fluff

The cameras stopped rolling. Lights dimmed. Staff members clapped as the director yelled “Cut!” for the final time. Cheers erupted. Another long MV shoot was done. But even through the chatter, the laughter, the scattered energy of a wrap party brewing — Seungcheol noticed it.

Y/N was gone.

She hadn’t said goodbye. No jokes. No nods. She didn’t even take her usual post-shoot selfie with Hoshi or tease Chan about his expressions in the last take.

Just… vanished.

And the worst part?

They hadn’t spoken all day. Not since that morning — the fight.

“You think just because you’re leader, you can talk down to me?” she had snapped in their dorm room.

“I’m not talking down to you. I’m trying to help you not burn out!” he had replied, voice rising with frustration.

“I know what I’m doing, Cheol. You don’t get it. You’re not the one messing up on stage.”

She had stormed out, leaving his words stuck in his throat and his heart heavier than he could explain.

Now she was gone. And his gut twisted.

“Y/N’s not here,” Chan said, peeking into her room in the Performance Unit’s dorm.

Seungcheol frowned. “I thought she stayed with you guys.”

“We thought she was with you,” Jun added from the kitchen, phone in hand. “She left right after the shoot.”

“She didn’t say anything,” Minghao said quietly. “Not even in the group chat.”

Seungcheol pulled out his phone again — five missed calls. All to her. None returned.

“She’s not answering?” Chan asked, voice rising slightly.

“No.” Seungcheol shook his head, trying to keep the worry from surfacing, but his tone betrayed him. “Goes straight to voicemail.”

“I’ll check the building rooftop,” Jun offered. “She goes there when she needs space.”

“I’ll try the stylist team,” Minghao said. “Maybe she went back for something.”

“I’ll text the managers,” Chan added.

“I’ll check the practice rooms,” Hoshi said without hesitation, already grabbing his hoodie. “If I were her… I’d be dancing it out.”

Studio 3 was nearly dark, save for the moonlight pouring in through the high window. Hoshi pushed the door open softly and froze.

There she was.

Y/N lay curled up on the wooden floor in the corner, her hoodie bunched up beneath her head, long legs tucked in, a bottle of water knocked over beside her.

The monitor in the room was paused mid-dance. It replayed the last segment they practiced together. Her figure in the center. Perfect form. But he knew she wouldn’t see it that way.

“Y/N…” he whispered, kneeling beside her.

Her eyes were shut tight. Sweat clung to her hairline. Her brows were slightly furrowed — even in sleep, she didn’t look at peace.

He pulled out his phone and called the only person who should be there right now.

“She’s here,” Hoshi said softly. “She fell asleep in the practice room.”

Silence on the other end.

“I’ll be right there,” came Seungcheol’s voice. He sounded breathless.

“I’ll wait.”

Seungcheol arrived within twenty minutes. When he opened the door, he found Hoshi sitting quietly near her, legs crossed, watching over her like an older brother.

“She hasn’t moved,” Hoshi whispered. “I think she passed out from exhaustion. She must’ve been here for hours.”

Seungcheol swallowed hard, guilt crawling through every inch of him.

“Thanks, Soonyoung.”

Hoshi nodded, then gave Seungcheol a small pat on the shoulder. “Talk to her. I’ll be right outside.”

When the door clicked shut behind him, the room was silent save for the soft hum of the AC and Y/N’s breathing.

Seungcheol crouched beside her. “Y/N…” he said gently, brushing a strand of hair away from her cheek.

She stirred, murmuring something unintelligible before her eyes blinked open.

“Cheol…?” she croaked, eyes adjusting to the low light.

“Hey.” He forced a soft smile. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

Confusion flickered across her face, followed by recognition. Then guilt.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep…”

“I know,” he said softly. “You scared us.”

She sat up slowly, her joints cracking from the cold floor. “I just wanted to get the routine right. I messed up that one time and now I can’t stop seeing the flaws.”

“You didn’t mess up, Y/N.”

She laughed weakly, without humor. “You didn’t see the replay?”

“I saw it. And I saw you trying to perfect something that was already beautiful.”

She turned her face away, jaw clenched.

“I thought you were disappointed in me."

His chest ached.

“I was never disappointed in you,” he said firmly. “Frustrated? Yes. But only because I saw you pushing yourself too hard again. I wasn’t angry at you. I was angry that you wouldn’t let anyone in.”

Tears welled up in her eyes.

“I didn’t want to seem weak.”

“You’re not weak. You’re the strongest person I know.”

“But I keep making mistakes—”

“You’re human,” he interrupted, voice breaking. “You’re allowed to make mistakes, Y/N. I’ve made more than I can count. But disappearing without a word? That scared the hell out of me.”

She looked down at her lap. “I’m sorry.”

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

“I’m sorry, too. For snapping. For not checking on you sooner. For not being the partner you needed today.”

She sniffled against his shoulder. “You’re always what I need, Cheol. I just forget how to say it when I’m overwhelmed.”

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth on the cold dance studio floor.

Back at the dorm, Y/N entered her room quietly, grateful for the silence. Her room was her sanctuary, a rare privilege in the chaos of idol life. She’d fought hard for it — not out of vanity, but for peace.

She sat on the edge of her bed, looking at the mirror across from her.

“How long were you practicing?” Seungcheol asked from her doorway.

“Since after the shoot.”

“Did you eat?”

She shook her head.

He disappeared for a moment and returned with a bowl of ramen.

“No excuses. Eat.”

They sat on her bed, sharing the meal in silence.

“I’m not good at resting,” she admitted.

“I know. That’s why I’m here. To remind you that you deserve it.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Promise me something,” he said, voice low.

“What?”

“No more running away.”

She nodded.

“And no more dancing alone until you collapse.”

She hesitated — then nodded again. “Deal. But only if you promise something too.”

“Name it.”

“Don’t ever stop fighting with me.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Because when we fight, it means we care. And I’d rather argue with you a hundred times than feel like we’re strangers again.”

He smiled softly. “Then I promise.”

A week later, during practice for their encore concert, Y/N danced the choreography perfectly. When the final beat hit, she turned toward the mirror and met her own gaze. No criticism. No anxiety.

Just pride.

From behind, Seungcheol’s voice rang out. “You did great.”

She turned. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes full of affection.

She smiled, breathless. “You saw?”

“I always see.”

[sweetbunpura]

Cruise of a Lifetime Ch.3

Kalim would like to treat NRC to a cruise for summer break... he may have forgotten to tell everyone WHO else was sharing the ship with them...

Tie into: Rescue from RSA

Ch.1 - Ch.2

WC: 748

The lobby exploded into cries of complaints and various name calling from both sides. Kalim and Jahzi stood and watched them from the podium, neither moving a muscle as the cries ramped up.

“Hey!” A voice called out through the chaos and gained everyone’s attention.

A tall and slightly bulky man stood next to Jahzi, his long black hair was tied up in a high ponytail and he was sporting a thin black beard. The man wore a pair of golden bangles on his wrists, a short sleeved white button up shirt, a red sash like item around his waist, and a pair of blue pants followed by a pair of golden sandals.

“I know you’re all upset.” He began. “But both of the Asim’s worked hard to cater this to both schools. Everything is paid for, anything you use or buy on the ship goes to their bill, so it’s free. The rooms are also catered to each student here, same goes with the food.” He crosses his arms and his muscles bulge out slightly. “They did all of this and you get onto them by keeping the fact that you’d be sharing with another school hidden?”

They looked down, shame radiating off of them as they let the man’s words sink in.

“Forgive me for asking.” Riddle spoke up. “But who are you, exactly?”

“Oh!” The man laughed and rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry about that! I’m Gene, Gene Nights. I’m the chaperone for RSA.”

“Chaperone?”

“Yes. Does NRC not have one?”

The dorm leaders looked among one another before shaking their heads.

“Not that we know of.”

“Odd. I could’ve sworn I saw him earlier.” Gene looked around. “Then again he said he wanted a moment to breathe before you came aboard.”

Yuu muttered. “I know it ain’t gonna be Crowley, so he probably pawned it off to someone else.”

Fellow added in. “Wouldn’t it fall onto you, Beastmaster?”

“...Shit. Who is it then?”

“Ah! There he is!” Gene waved his hand to someone behind them. “Chestnut!”

The NRC student body froze as they watched the school’s physician walk into the room and join Gene on the podium. He stared out at the students with a half lidded gaze as he crossed his arms.

“Behave. For your sake and mine.”

“The best AND worst option.” Yuu nudged Fellow. “Your boyfriend is here.”

“...And he didn’t tell me.” The fox beastman scoffed and crossed his arms. “Betrayal.”

Chestnut adjudged his glasses. “The schedule for the day has been provided for you as they were handed out before you boarded. Please head to your rooms and unpack. You’re free to explode the ship afterwards as we leave the dock and we’ll be having lunch according to the schedule.”

“Oh!” Kalim added as Chestnut finished. “Please dress nicely for dinner as we’ll be having a show included with it!” He smiles.”You’re dismissed!”

Slowly the students filtered out of the lobby, each heading in the directions the signs were pointing for the room numbers. Rollo pulled out his ticket and looked at the number.

“Are we in the same room?”

Yuu pulled out hers. “Yeah.”

Skully raises his slip up. “I have the same number.”

“We’re all in the same room, I’m assuming.” Rollo frowned. “Wonderful.”

“Let’s at least see what it is before we start complaining.” Yuu picked up her bags and waited as Grim climbed his way onto her shoulder. “Let’s go.”

It didn’t take long to reach the room and Yuu paused as she stared at the double dark wood doors in front of them. The Ramshackle residents shared a look before the young woman used the keycard to open the door. Stepping inside, they froze and took in the room. The whole room was bathed in colors of white, blue, gold, and marble. There were two doors on the first floor and a spiral staircase leading to the top floor which no doubt held the third room. A bar was down on the first floor along with a few seating areas and a large table. A massive flat screen TV was up against the wall, the sunlight coming from the windows reflected off of it.

One of the tables was a personalized gift basket for each member and a note from Kalim.

“Thank you for everything, Yuu! Please enjoy this gift!”

She took in the note, looking around the suite before addressing the other members. 

“This is gonna be a good month.”

[deldaydreams]

Twisted Wonderland/ Otome AU

Warning: not really dark themes? Mentioned. Gn reader. English is not my first language.

Notes: it’s been a really long time since. I was going to post this as soon as finishing translating this but my mid-term exams were came up so I couldn’t post anything. Anyway I hope you like this post. I will post Octavinelle part soon.

Summary: : One day, you opened your eyes and found yourself in Twisted Wonderland. And the task the System gave you is to get one of the lead characters love meter to 100% by the end of the main story and reach their happy ending.

Parts : rules , 1 , 3 , 4

Leona Kingscholar

Lonely , grumpy savanaclaw's dorm leader, second prince Leona Kingscholar. I can't say that your first official meeting with Leona will be very good, and the same goes for the percentage of your love meter. First of all, good luck, your job is very difficult. However, after the overblot incident, your job will be a little easier.

Leona does not trust anyone due to his nature and experiences. He is sure that you are approaching him for a reason he has difficulty guessing. He will do his best not to get attached to you. After all you will also prefer someone else compared to Leoana , who has always been the other option throughout his life. So please stay by his side when he tells you to get lost, because deep down he loves being with you. I would also like to point out that being by his side will increase your love meter a lot as he runs away from you.

With Leona, it usually happens when he uses you as a pillow and sleeps (sometimes you swear he doesn't sleep). But you try not to talk too much in this activity, because the last time he bit you because you nagged about being late for class and your friends waiting for you while he was taking a nap . Afterwards he threatened to bite you again (not too harshly) and eat you. Although this unexpected event increased Leona's love meter considerably, you understood the warning that day very clearly. Sometimes you two would play chess. And usually, let's say, you are the loser. Leona loves the facial expressions you make when you are trying to figure out his next move or when you are cornered and lose. He also shows the privilege of being a prince in the later stages of your relationship, both materially and emotionally.

Now let's come to Leona in dark mode. Leona is a possessive lover by nature. Although it bothers him when you spend time with others, he respects you, but she can enter dark mode, especially depending on how he learns about your friendship with Malleus Draconia. In fact, Leona is also aware of the existence of the system. Not talking to him about this system stuff or following someone else's route along with his route can again put him in dark mode. Leona in dark mode is quite possessive. He wants everyone to know that you belong to him. He even leaves clues that others can understand without you noticing. Leona is very cunning and intelligent. He knows that brute force is not enough to possess you completely. He acts like a perfect lover in your relationship. He monopolizes you financially and emotionally . He introduces you to his family on holidays. Even if you don't realize it, these meetings are called engagement meetings in the press. Farena is ready to do anything for his only brother.

Ruggie Bucchi

Laid-back yet cunning, Savanaclaw second year student Ruggie Bucchi. Dear player who chose the Ruggie route, first of all, if you want to increase your love meter, I should mention that a portion of your income will go to buying donuts for this hyena boy. Please adjust your income with him in mind. Everything else aside, it won't be that hard to be friends with Ruggie, but it will take a long time for him to fully trust you and increase his love meter. However, once you exceed that limit, your love meter will increase continuously.

Your time with Ruggie is usually spent eating meals together or listening to him complain about Leona. Listening to him, giggling while he complains... oh, you are really too much for Ruggie... Also, watching him in club activities will increase your love meter quite a bit. Now, I may have said at the beginning that a portion of your income will go to this hyena boy, but that doesn't mean he does nothing. Although he doesn't get gifts very often, this hyena boy saves money to buy you gifts on special occasions. Even though he can't spoil you right now, he promises himself that he will spoil you as he wants in the future.

Now let's talk about Ruggie in dark mode...Ruggie knows he's not the best. After all, your environment is full of people who are smarter, more talented, richer, and more handsome than him. What kind of relationship you have with these people doesn't matter to Ruggie in dark mode, what matters is that Ruggie is inadequate to them in many ways and that you might leave him because of his inadequacy. What if you find someone who can spoil you as you want? Someone who can give you the life you deserve...

At first, you don't notice anything, but the "suspicious accidents" that people around you experience make you realize what's going on quickly. Ruggie doesn't use his unique spell on you, meaning he doesn't use it to a certain extent, but this doesn't apply to others. I think you can get help from Leona when you start to suspect him.

If you don't put him in normal mode before it's too late, he won't hesitate to use his unique spell on you. Ruggie's only wish is to live a happy life with you, even if that means he has to make you his puppet...

Jack Howl

Looks tough on the outside but is actually quite caring, first-year Savaclaw student Jack Howl. Your love meter increases little by little after you meet Jack. This wolf boy really respects you a lot. After all, it is really respectable that you, who is non-magical and from another universe, can deal with so many things. Your friendship will progress in a short time with the right steps.

In your free time, you usually do sports together, forced by Jack. If you are not used to sports, I wish you luck. It will be quite difficult to keep up with Jack, but don't worry, there will be short breaks and motivational speeches and cheers from Jack that he thinks are motivating in his own way. This wolf boy does most of what you want, even if he doesn't want to show it. Even if he doesn't like it. Do you want to play with his wolf form? Okay, but only for 5 minutes. Do you want to stroke his tail? Okay, but don't take too long. Do you want to go shopping with him? Okay, but don't expect too much comment from him. Because when he asked you what you thought about the last outfit you tried on, he praised you in his own way and the store employees looked at you strangely. Even though Jack supports and praises you in everything, his praise can be a bit strange. Also, when you cheer for him or compliment him, don't be fooled even if he tells you that it’s unnecessary or that you're wrong. His tail shows how much he likes it. Jack may lie to you but his tail never does.

Jack has always respected your boundaries and still does. Even though his inner wolf side has completely different thoughts, he manages to control himself. However, if that dark wolf side of his loses control… oh boy. He changes from a gentlemanly man to a possessive, jealous, restrictive person. He questions everything you do. Why were you talking to that boy? Who is he? This can also lead to fights. If you can't get him to normal mode without his love meter going too high, it will debatable whether you'll get a very happy ending.

[kisseobie]

piwons favourite positions? 😋

p1harmony’s favorite positions

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni)

a/n: i could have sworn that i had written this before because it’s such a common smut prompt but i guess i haven’t?? anyways enjoy :P i included some oral positions as well lol

౨ৎ keeho

full nelson, lotus

kyo has a bit of a strength kink (i know yall saw he said in a gov ball interview that his summer goal is to get buffer), and his aura as a leader extends to the bedroom as well. loves fucking you in full nelson—with your back against his chest, legs propped up, and body in his full control. loves how the position makes it impossible for you to do anything but take his girthy cock, and how it’s sure to have you babbling and brainless. if he’s feeling a bit more romantic, however, the lotus position is his go-to. makes him feel incredibly close to you. loves to cradle your face and stare into your eyes as he slowly ruts his hips into yours <3

౨ৎ theo

butterfly, facesitting

you can’t convince me that taeyang isn’t a lover of women’s legs. whether their height is accentuated with red stiletto heels, or they are covered with fishnet stockings, he’s always had a secret affection for legs. in the butterfly position, he’s able to slam into you at whatever pace he likes, whilst your legs are hoisted up in the air, making them so easily accessible to his wet kisses. just imagine theo pounding into your heat and keeping eye contact with you as he kisses up your leg… oh and we all know theo is a munch. would love having your pussy sat on his face even more than you :P

౨ৎ jiung

missionary, spooning

a sucker for eye contact and sweet intimacy. jiung is nothing but a service top—if you exclude the time he got jealous of the attention you got at a party he dragged you to and fucked you mercilessly in his backseat—so it goes without saying that he’d love fucking into you in missionary. allows him to really look at you and hear your every hitched breath. tucks his head into your neck and groans when he’s coming in you, and the scent of your hair eases him back onto earth. ji also loves spoon fucking you when you both are sleepy but still want to be intimate .. the closeness of it makes him insane. grunts a lot into your ear and plants kisses on the back of your neck :3

౨ৎ intak

doggy style, reverse cowgirl

intak’s favorite positions have gotta be the most obvious. being true to his puppy-self, he almost always has you in doggy style, with tak standing up with his feet planted on the floor, and your ass up on the edge of the bed. the way your ass jiggles every time he plows into your pussy only makes him more desperate… oh and he loves to fold into you, with his chest leaning over your frame when he’s about to come. if he’s feeling more needy, he’s begging you to ride his dick in reverse cowgirl—and yes, his hands will always find home on your ass

౨ৎ soul

against the wall (no idea what this is called), 69

loves feeling in control, and being desperate and messy really gets him going… i can’t not fantasize about shota fucking you against a wall, maybe even his dorm room door. whether he’s eating you out against it, or has you lifted into the air, with him bouncing you up and down his length.. he lovessss the dirty feeling of fucking you somewhere a little more untraditional than a bed. and of course, 69 with shota is something i’ve mentioned before.. but i genuinely think he’d be so enthusiastic about it. would make silly “who’ll cum faster” competitions out of it too :O

౨ৎ jongseob

cowgirl, g-whiz

oh jongseob loves a good ride, loves the view of your head thrown back, cunny gushing against his dick, and tits jiggling in front of his face. would beg you to ride him nearly every time the pair of you decide to have sex.. he’s just obsessed with it. his favorite thing to do when your riding him cowgirl style is to grab at your hips and plow up into you, and your surprised reaction makes him laugh out loud every time. when he’s wanting to be a bit more in control, he pushes you onto your back and crawls on top of you, grabbing your legs and propping them up onto his shoulders, the heavenly position making both of your eyes roll back from how deep he feels inside…. i’m fucking crazy

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[honey-milk-depresso]

Heartslabyul: what makes you “the most beautiful being on earth” to him

HAHAH- I HAVE RETURNED (somewhat-) FROM THE DEAD >:DDDD

How long has it been?? Two years maybe?? Idfk, AND IDC IM BACK (for now-)

Ace Trappola

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being your laugh makes him laugh too.

Ace, as well all know, a bit of a clown, really. He likes doing stupid shit and making stupid jokes that really makes people crack up and laugh sometimes, intentionally or unintentionally.

But something about the way you laugh makes him laugh along. Like yeah, it was kinda stupid huh? But now he doesn’t have a reason to be annoyed or mad about it because you made it feel better. All because of the way you sound when you laugh to him (even when it’s a little gremlin laugh).

One time, he tripped over a pebble in the Heartslabyul rose garden, face first as he cursed slightly with a grouchy face. He was upset and annoyed at first, but then you laughed. Somehow… the fall from him tripping wasn’t so bad.

In fact, it made him think it was pretty funny (in a stupid way) as he slowly laugh along as he got up. He gently squished your cheeks in a teasing manner. “Alright, alright. You’re not telling anyone I tripped as stupid like that!” He huffed with smirk as you continued laughing gleefully.

He smiled softly, cheeks slightly warm as he looks at you. You’re everything he could ask for. <3

Deuce Spade

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being because of your patience and dedication to help him.

Deuce is… a bit dumb. Sometimes, not all the time. When he’s really trying his best to do math or stay awake during Trein’s classes and then wakes up to the end of it and realised he’s suddenly three chapters behind.

Coming to Ace or Grim for help is not the best, and Trey, Cater and Riddle make it feel like studying and asking for this kinda help is tiring and a bit demoralising sometimes despite his fierce determination.

But you… it’s a lot different. You’re so patient and dedicated to help him: using your free time to help him catch up when you could’ve just said no and enjoy your break, pulling all-nighters with him with snacks from Trey-senpai to keep awake and study with him, lending him your notes while helping him go through what he’s missed…

Deuce kinda feels bad for asking you for help. You’re always putting him before yourself that at one point of time he tried finding somebody else, only to realise that you genuinely like helping him which never fails to make his cheeks flushed and heart constrict. If you ever need help, you can count on him too, he’ll do his best for you! <3

Cater Diamond

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being because he can be “low energy” with you.

Cater’s always that chatty, social butterfly on Magicam and in real life, mostly when he’s in front of people.

But sometimes, he just wants to just stay low and not be that “hype man” people known him for and without them being disappointed when he’s not that.

When it comes to you, he can just be. It’s like you give of this welcoming and accepting presence and aura, that it makes he can just lie down with you on a beanbag in his room, being lowkey with his hair down, in normal, ugly home wear and he knows, you wouldn’t judge.

Cater likes a change of pace despite usually being so active, it’s just so he can chill and recharge.

He has his arms wrap around you, and for once, his phone is tucked away just for the moment. He rests his chin on your shoulder and sigh, grinning with content as he closes his eyes.

Yes… this is nice… <3

Trey Clover

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being to him is because he can be as playful as he wants.

His reason is practically the same as Cater’s but opposite: is that he always had to be that responsible, reliable, no-nonsense Vice Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul. Even when he’s mastered the arts of it, it can still be tiring.

But you help him get into his own true (somewhat) colours, whenever you’re alone with him in the kitchen, he lets his walls come down.

Trey’s actually a lot more mischievous and cheeky than he lets on: smearing frosting on your nose, pretending he’ll feed you a tart only to put it all in his mouth and watch you get all huffy, and when he’s really loose, has a bit of a flour fight with you.

It’s really a break for him, how you make him feel like he doesn’t need to be guarded, at least with you. He doesn’t need to be that picture perfect reputation he’s built and he could just be.

Although Trey still keeps himself level-headed and what not, he’ll slyly slip in a prank or two and knows you’ll do it back to him behind closed doors.

Trey has never smiled this much in a long while, be this loose in a long while… and it’s solely because of you. <3

Riddle Rosehearts

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being in the world because you make him experience what it’s like to have child-like joy.

For all his life, Riddle’s childhood was… not childhood. Being raised by his strict mother, his days, weeks, his whole life being planned and never allowed what he really wanted to do, Riddle’s life was undoubtedly quite pitiful and dull.

And that being said, him being a dorm leader and all makes him feel that he should live up to a prim and proper role model to his fellow dorm mates, forcing himself to be uptight and obey all the rules and never to play around.

Not to say, he foolishly does so but it’s also not fair for him to deprive himself like this.

And then you came along, and showed him a world where no matter what age you are, you can dream big, with your wildest imagination. He’s really only experienced that when he was a child when he played with Trey and Chenya before his mother found out and made it bitter.

Little by little, he took baby steps with you to slowly explore what was kept away from him: going to festivals with you, trying out food he’s never had before… it’s incredible, really, how much he doesn’t know when he felt like he should’ve much earlier.

It’s pure joy for him, and he has never been this happy before… he’s so glad you came to this world because you were the happiness he was searching for so long. <3

reblogs help! ^^

[bones4thecats]

hii! I’m the sender behind that anonymous message asking about the maximum character. Thank you for your reply! If you really don’t mind, I would like to request the overblot boys (replace idia with Jade, or you can just pick Leona, Jamil, Riddle, and Jade! ^-^) reaction to fem reader who has snaggle tooth and loves to smile which makes her tooth even more visible? Thanks a lot btw! Have a wonderful dayy <3

↳ Smiling Makes You Seem Prettier.

A Twisted Wonderland × Gender-Neutral! Reader.

Requester: Anonymous.

Characters Included: Leona Kingscholar, Jamil Viper, Riddle Rosehearts, and Jade Leech.

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🦁 When Leona first noticed your snaggle-tooth, he merely ignored it. Since he comes from a land of people with animalistic traits, snaggle-teeth are surprisingly common. While it doesn't always happen and they normally get treated early, you can come across some beastmen with them still intact. 🦁 Honestly, Leona found the snaggle-tooth to be cute. He liked the way you would let it hang out without a care in the world. And whenever someone gave you crap about it, you'd just shrug and move on. You were confident, he likes confident.

🦁 And your smile? Great Sevens your smile. 🦁 He could write an entire essay in his mind about how much he adored your goofy smile that showed off your mis-allied tooth. From the way it held out slightly to when it showed fully with your glee. 🦁 And, due to your snicker you give out when smiling with your tooth, Leona nicknamed you in real life and on his phone; 'Snickers'.

🐍 Jamil was surprised to see your snaggle-tooth for the first time. You don't find many people with them in the Scalding Sands, mainly due to the amount of wealthy people around. It's not like it's non-existent, but they're just really hard to find. 🐍 After you both started dating, he noticed just how brave you were. While some told you it was gross and you needed to get it fixed, you just stared at them, pointed out something odd about them, and asked if they were going to get it fixed. This did amuse Jamil, as he was about to get in the middle and lay out some dirt. 🐍 "Hey." A Scarabia student said, catching your attention. You looked up and stared at him blankly, asking what he wanted. "What's with the tooth? You ever gonna get that fixed?" 🐍 "Are you ever gonna get your grades fixed? No? Then you know my answer." 🐍 He's very proud of you and does enjoy telling you how much he loves your tooth. While some view it as a flaw that needed fixing, he saw it as another part of you. A part that he found boosted your cuteness. 🐍 Whenever he gets a message from you, he smiles at the nickname listed; 'The smile of my dreams'.

❤️ While he finds certain qualities to be very dishonorable to the Queen of Heart's rules, he never seemed to be bothered by yours. Perfectionism is one of his compulsive issues, but it was never big with you. In fact, he rather liked your snaggle-tooth. ❤️ Before you both got together, Trey and Cater would find the second-year admiring your laugh and smile from a ways away. You'd just be playing around with the flamingos and hedgehogs, would end up laughing, and he'd be staring at you like a teenager in love. ❤️ Which... he supposed he was. ❤️ After starting your relationship, Riddle does tend to compliment your tooth more often. While he is flustered the first few times, he does eventually act normal when he voices his admiration for your quirk. ❤️ He does not like it when people are against your tooth. It's not like you chose to have it. It was something you were born with, and they should keep their unwanted opinions to themselves. ❤️ Cater told you the nickname Riddle had given you on his phone, which was 'Smiley', and has never let the dorm leader live it down.

🍄 Jade comes from the ocean, and in the ocean you can find certain animals with issues with their teeth. Whether due to their appetite, or just their genetics, he's seen many with it. Like beastmen, some mermen and woman have these kinks. 🍄 He, rather than judging you for the snaggle-tooth, complimented it. It was actually the first compliment you got on it from someone. Rook and Kalim having told you days later. 🍄 One could say it was that compliment that started your friendship and eventual relationship. 🍄 Many found Jade's own teeth to be scary, due to their sharpness. But you found them beautiful. The way he cared for them and showed them off with his smiles would make your cheeks flushed, same with him and your tooth. 🍄 Your smile was everything to him. He gave his smile in order to assert dominance against those below him and to show that he was a predator, and one that must not be crossed. But yours was so vibrant. It was just glamorous to stare at. Your snaggle-tooth only attracting his attention more. 🍄 He compliments you on your smile, and therefore tooth, often. Almost every time he comes across you. In the halls, your classroom, at your dorm, his dorm, outside, anywhere. 🍄 Unlike his brother, Floyd, Jade doesn't tend to give nicknames. But, as his partner, he did give you a couple; darling, my love, dear, and his favorite, sunshine. The latter being after how your smile brightens his day. 🍄 He does end up pinching Floyd every once and a while for nicknaming you Fossil Shark for your tooth.

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[sasahuaa]

Four times omega!Leona tried to hint that he wanted a relationship (and one time he succeeded)

gn!reader; this is pure fluff and sfw; wc: 1796; no warnings just almost accurate lion behavior regarding mating in some parts

1

As much as Leona prided himself in his ability to read people and their intentions, it seems that his intended mate does not thrive in this subject. Leona is pretty sure that he is being obvious right now, but you do not grasp his desires at all.

After school hours weren't always Leona's favourite, he was bothered by students rustling around and being noisy, some of his sleeping spots getting too busy for comfort, and mostly the time that he was forced to retreat to his room if he didn't want to deal with his peace being disturbed.

But recently, Leona became fond of this moment of the day, because that is the time when he can snatch you up to himself. Sending some Savanaclaw underclassman to ask for you and demanding for your companion is now a routine since he decided to pursue a courtship.

And as much as he would like to initiate it quickly, he guesses that he couldn't expect a human from another world to know beastmen's ways of courtship, especially when it's so vast according to each kind of beast. The thing is, although Leona wants to be reassured of his place beside you, he is not entirely willing to court in a way that he doesn't feel in a courtship.

It's not as burdensome as he would expect, though. He can be patient when the moment asks for it, besides, the hunt is always entertaining.

“Hmm” you squinted your eyes, copying the omega's movement and leaning your head to the side, rendering your neck exposed.

Foolish herbivore.

Leona advanced forward, his lips enclosed the juncture between your neck and shoulders, he bit and pulled the skin in the middle of his teeth, it didn't break, for he would never give a mating mark without consent.

“Ah, Leona!” you startled and pushed him by his shoulders, laughing while you forced him to lay on his back, hovering over him. For a second, he thought you understood him, his pupils dilated as he leaned his head back, expecting a bite in return to evidence that both of you are on the same page.

But it never came, he looked up to assess the situation. being met with your confused expression which he growled at, disappointment filled his chest before he delivered another bite to your shoulder.

2

Perhaps Leona needed more forward tactics, that's what the Savanaclaw dorm leader put in his head to proceed with his courtship.

A show of strength, to prove that he is able to protect. It's a rather antiquated courting method, but still practiced by the nobility in Sunset Savanna. His brother did the same thing before marrying his wife, and they have been a happy couple since then.

“Enlighten me, Leona, what are you doing?” you hissed under him, showing teeth in defiance, his legs encasing yours while one of his hands rendered your arms useless, his other hand holding your chest down.

“I am stronger than you” Leona purred, his tail flicked in excitement, finding rest while encircling your ankle. You simply huffed in protest, though there was no fighting to try to take him off of you.

The omega's scent overpowered the flowers from the botanical garden. He was in his deserved place, all around you and so close, his heart palpitated and warmed, fluffy thoughts steering him to cuddle with the acquiescent alpha under him.

“Yield” the omega commanded, he lowered his body until your noses touched, bringing his face down to nuzzle your cheek and jaw. Leona delighted in the smell of your skin, purring louder and scenting you back, the mix of your scents feeling just right.

Your mischievous laugh sent chills down his spine, and before he knew it, you took advantage of his oversight and freed your hands, attacking his sides with tickles.

Leona is not ticklish, but he is too astonished by the childness of the situation to keep going.

3

By his third attempt, Leona guessed that more… leaning human courting habits was the most efficient method. Don't get him wrong, though, he still will continue with beastmen practices, however maybe being lenient and adaptive will bring results sooner.

Admittedly, the omega is starting to become a little impatient.

This time, Leona decided that he would present himself as a provider. He called you to Savanaclaw in the afternoon, with Ruggie's help, he lent the hyena money to buy food for dishes common in Sunset Savanna, and when Ruggie was back, he was tasked to cook.

It was supposed to be a simple dinner, first for appetizers was a couple of fruits, grapes, mangoes, papayas and pineapples covered the table, Leona is not a big fan of fruits, but he supposes that they can set a romantic mood for couples.

And he can't deny he is enjoying himself, you picked a piece of mango with a toothpick, moving it close to his mouth. And indeed, even if the taste was underappreciated by him, the setting made his heart flutter.

You smiled softly as he swallowed, choosing another fruit and stabbing it with the same toothpick, bringing to your own mouth this time. He released a sounding purr at the action, satisfied with the intimacy, he headbutted your jaw gently to show his appreciation.

And next, jollof rice, a popular dish of his land, he could only hope that you would like it, because if things went smoothly between you two, it was expected that you would be eating it more oft-

“Oh!” your surprised tone cut through his thoughts “I… this…” you wagged in the direction of the food, which was moving strangely, he moved closer to inspect it, speaking a resounding growl when he found the culprit.

“Prefect, this food is so good! Why didn't you tell me that you were having dinner? You left me all alone!” Grim appeared in front of both of you, swallowing a mouthful of rice. Leona advanced forward, catching the weasel by the collar. “Hey! You dare to touch the Great Grim? If my henchman can eat, so can I!”

“From what I remember from my invitation, you were not includ-”

“It's okay, Leona.” you patted his shoulder, giving him a soft smile while guiding him back to his seat “There is space for more, besides, Grim gets huffy when he is left empty stomached”

The omega huffed but sat back, it's just one thing that he needs to be aware of, the thinks to himself, you becoming part of his family and culture from Sunset Savanna, means that he also becomes part of yours.

4

Since accepting his feelings, Leona puts effort in attending his classes, he is still as uninterested as before, already knowing the subjects by heart. His motivation is you, if he gets out of the bed, if he walks through the correct halls, then the omega can see you more.

It's also a good way to mark his territory, he can't drench you in his scent yet, not with you unaware of his courting, but it will linger on your sleeves when he touches you, on your pants as his tails flicks and curls around your legs. Besides that, letting other omegas see him on your side is a clear sign for them to stay away.

“Ah!” you gasped when you almost slipped “Ace, Deuce and Grim were sent to detention, something about destroying a toilet stall, and Crowley requested them to cleaning duties, I think it's this corridor is one of the places, can't believe they forgot to put the wet floor signs up” you murmured, slowing your pace.

And although Leona was also being careful, the trio was uncareful, leaving soap soaking the floor. You both slipped, holding onto each other to prevent collapsing, your hands snaked around him, and Leona pulled you until his back hit the wall for support.

You were laughing in disbelief, and Leona couldn't help but want to carve the scene in his brain. The sunlight shining behind you made you look ethereal, and your faces were so close, just a bit closer and your lips would touch.

Leona reasoned, you didn't look uncomfortable, you were still hugging him, you had a delighted expression. An ideal hunter always bides their time, to catch their prey at the most opportunistic moment, but maybe risking now wouldn't be so bad, for you never had a negative reaction towards him.

The omega threw his arms around your shoulders, getting his face closer slowly to gather your response before making a move he couldn't take back. You paused your laugh, focusing solely on him, Leona grinned as he received your attention, knowing that lately it's the thing he desires the most.

“Prefect!” a sharp wailing tone made Leona's ears twitch in pain “I was looking for you everywhere!”

"Grim! You need to learn how to wipe the floors correctly” and just like that, your attention diverted from him, but Leona comforted himself by the fact that you maintained your arm around his waist, your bodies touching side by side.

+1

Ever since getting used to your company, Leona permitted your presence in his room more frequently. Honestly he is indulging himself, from the point that you and Grim had to stay in his room during the Octavinelle repercussion, he became obsessed with your smell mixed with his, especially in his territory.

When the sun is going down and you are relaxing with him is the perfect ending of the day, and he mourns that you never spend the night. Sometimes you both play together, or just talk, or are in a situation like now, when he is laying in bed and you are sitting next to him, rubbing his tummy.

Leona purred and leaned his head back, affection warming his body. To have all his vulnerable parts exposed is an immense sign of trust, and he did, so much that it burns.

“You know, since the rice incident I started to research your culture a bit more” you whispered, your hand touching the skin of his stomach and tracing circles, the beastman closed his eyes with the soft feeling “I am quite fascinated”

“Are you? What were you interested in?”

You chuckled with mischief, fingers pinching his sides.

“I could show you”

You lowered your face to his neck, kissing his collarbone before delivering a bite in the junction of his neck and shoulder, nuzzling your cheek with his after releasing his skin. Your eyes met his when you finished scenting the scent glands by the side of his face.

“Biting the neck, shoulders and back, without leaving a mark, is a form to show desire in courtship in beastmen culture, right?” you muttered “Would you be willing to accept me?”

“Idiot” the omega bit you back in retaliation “I did that weeks ago, can't believe you just noticed now”

Leona couldn't hold himself back from scenting his alpha now, the courtship being established in his nation's culture made him all fuzzy. He would hold the alpha responsible for it for as long as he could.

[izzih22]

Can you do like Paige locks herself in the bathroom and everyone try to open, the door but she is to anxious so they called Azzi for help 

Just This Once

Note: sorry it’s short. I didn’t know what to do for this one tbh

There were a few things the UConn girls had come to accept as fact.

1. Coach was always watching.

2. Ice’s playlists had no chill.

3. KK couldn’t whisper to save her life.

4. And Paige Bueckers? She never cracked.

She was the one they leaned on when things got messy. The voice in the huddle when they were down ten with two minutes left. The one who took elbows and didn’t flinch. Who always knew the right thing to say, and when to just say nothing and be there.

Paige didn’t do meltdowns.

So when she ghosted everyone after practice and vanished into the hall bathroom with the door locked?

That got KK and Ice’s attention.

⸻

“I swear she was fine like ten minutes ago,” KK said, knocking with the back of her knuckle. “Yo, Paige. You dead in there or…?”

No answer.

Ice leaned close to the door. “We’ll break this down, don’t think we won’t!”

Still nothing. Not even a sarcastic try me from inside.

That’s when KK turned serious.

“Okay but like… something’s wrong. Right?”

Ice nodded, brows drawn. “She’s been off all week. Just… quieter. And that’s not a Paige kind of quiet.”

“She holds it all in, dude.”

KK glanced at her phone. “We calling Azzi?”

Ice didn’t hesitate. “Yep.”

⸻

Azzi didn’t say much when she picked up.

She didn’t have to.

Ten minutes later, the dorm door slammed open. Azzi in sweats, hair messy, socks not matching, eyes locked on the hallway.

She didn’t say hi. Just headed straight for the door like she already knew what was behind it.

“P,” she said gently, knocking once. “It’s me.”

Silence.

“I know you hate this,” Azzi said, pressing her palm flat to the wood. “I know you don’t want them to see you like this. You think you have to hold everything together all the time.”

Inside, Paige was sitting on the floor, knees to her chest, trying to slow her heartbeat. Her hands were trembling and she didn’t know why nothing had even happened. She just suddenly couldn’t breathe, and the noise in her head got too loud, and she couldn’t keep it down anymore.

“I’m not here to fix it,” Azzi continued, soft. “I’m just here to be with you. That’s all.”

From behind the door: a shaky breath.

“I promise, P. Just me. No one else. Open the door?”

KK and Ice looked at each other.

A soft click.

The door creaked open.

Paige didn’t say anything. She didn’t even look up. But her body leaned forward like gravity was pulling her toward Azzi.

Azzi didn’t hesitate. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around her, tucking Paige into her chest.

And for a long moment, they just stayed like that. Paige’s shoulders rising and falling. Azzi rubbing slow circles on her back, murmuring things that only Paige ever got to hear.

⸻

Eventually, Paige whispered, “Sorry.”

Azzi pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “For what?”

“For needing you like that.”

“You always need me,” Azzi said, teasing, brushing a thumb under Paige’s eye. “You just pretend you don’t.”

Paige huffed a laugh. “Shut up.”

“There she is,” Azzi whispered, smiling.

⸻

The next day at practice, Paige was the same.

Sharp. Locked in. Voice booming in drills. Trash talk on point.

But when she walked past Ice and KK, she smacked Ice’s headband off and tossed a protein bar at KK with a quiet, “Thanks.”

Ice blinked. “Okay, who are you and what did you do with Captain America?”

KK grinned. “Wait, she just emotionally thanked us? I’m framing this wrapper.”

Paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smirk tugging at her lips.

She was still their leader.

Still strong. Still steady.

But now, they all knew just this once she needed someone to catch her.

And Azzi always would.

[tinyfantasminha]

Thoughts on Jack's dream(MASSIVE main story spoilers ahead)

JACKS DREAM got me by the thROAT bc the more I analyze it the more angsty it feels and I alreadfy sobbed n cried and I must SCREAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM He's dreaming of the magift tournament but basically if..... if Leona's plan never took place....... If Leona actually WERE the hero Jack has idolized...... 😭

First I gotta take note dosodkgkfdgjdfkghfdjk hOW JACK YEARNS FOR HIS SENPAI'S PRAISE AND AFFECTION 🥺🥺truly the epitome of loyal, puppy-like behavior..... It doesn't take much for him to be happy… He yearns for the respect and acknowledgement of those he admires. He craves respect and recognition, but not only that—he genuinely wants to see those he admires thrive.

Seems to me that what Jack longs for most is a sense of belonging within a pack. He’s not just devoted to those he holds in high regard; he also desires to be cared for in return (This becomes even more apparent when he asks Ruggie to act as a mentor or older-brother figure in his dorm uniform vignette.) Jack's actions reflect his innate wolf nature—a being built for connection, loyalty, and mutual protection. No matter how much he tells himself or others how he prefers to handle things on his own… We can clearly see that Jack is happier when he’s part of a team, fighting alongside companions who’ve got his back. It’s the dynamic balance of trust: to protect and be protected, to rely on others and let them rely on him in return. It deeply resonates with the essence of wolves.

We often hear the phrase “lone wolf,” an expression of grudging admiration. A lone wolf is often viewed as a rugged individualist, uncompromising and independent, driven to forge his own path, unfettered by the sentimental need for companionship. In reality, few people would ever want to live this way—and, as it turns out, few wolves would either. Wolves, males and females alike, may go through periods alone, but they’re not interested in lives of solitude. A lone wolf is a wolf that is searching, and what it seeks is another wolf. Everything in a wolf’s nature tells it to belong to something greater than itself: a pack. Like us, wolves form friendships and maintain lifelong bonds. They succeed by cooperating, and they struggle when they’re alone. Like us, wolves need one another. (source)

Which is why the factual reality cuts so deeply.

After Ortho wakes Jack up (in oUTER SPACE DKJGDSDKFJGKJS that was so adventitious but so cool.....) and Jack falls down like a meteorite (ALSO SUPER COOL BUT WTF.....) Fake!Leona and Fake!Ruggie rush to his side, Leona softly reassures him, saying it’s a relief he’s uninjured and advising him not to be so reckless while Ruggie says ''You're a promising rookie. Our treasure.'' (I started crying here.)

Jack breaks into a bitter, despairing laugh as the truth crashes down on him. The sincerity and warmth his “upperclassmen” showed in that moment? It wasn’t real. It never actually happened. Jack recounts his excitement when he first joined Savanaclaw, eager to fight alongside the dormmates he admired so much. He talks about how he had watched Leona’s play three years ago—over and over again, captivated by it. He reveals the painful truth of discovering their wicked plan, the frustration of being unable to snap them out of it, and the overwhelming helplessness that consumed him.

I gotta say, I'm SO HAPPY that Jack's feelings on the events of book 2 were finally properly addressed now (cause let's be real, book 2 uhh... did kinda a shitty job at this 💀 Neither the narrative nor the fandom really took the time to explore the emotional impact it had on him, which is such a disservice to his character.)

Think about it from Jack’s perspective. He was obsessed with Leona's play 3 years ago, watching it over and over again. In his eyes, Leona was a hero, someone worth idolizing to the point of projecting an idealized image of him: an earnest, hardworking, honorable leader. When Jack finally had the chance to join Savanaclaw and be part of the dorm he had admired so deeply, what was his reality? Ostracization, bullying and even physical violence from some of his dorm mates (as shown in Leona's dorm uniform vignette) And worst of all? Jack was met with his idol’s true, treacherous side—dirty tactics, underhanded schemes, and a willingness to harm others to achieve his goals. When Jack tried to confront them about it, he wasn’t met with understanding or respect. Instead, he was called a “filthy traitor” and a “spoiled brat”—by the very person he admired most. It’s a complete dismantling of everything Jack believed in, everything he worked for.

It's a shame the game and manga did not give enough weight to Jack’s feelings, (the novel seems to do a better job at it though) but now it’s clear just how much this hurt him. It wasn’t just a setback; it was a deep, personal betrayal that shook him to his core.

He’s only a first-year. Beneath his gruff demeanor and physical strength, Jack is still a boy—pure-hearted, earnest, and full of hope. All he wanted was to stand beside those he respected most but what he got instead was disappointment, betrayal, and rejection. To idolize someone so deeply, only to have that image crushed in the most personal, gut-wrenching way........ Savanaclaw doesn't deserve him 💔

.

,,,,okay forgive me to break the essay to talk about this but I'm going insane over the fact fake Ruggie ominously coos, ''Hey puppy-chan you're a good boy so come here.....'' UGHGHHHDSHNGDSHNDGSHHHnnnnhhHHHH HE IS BASICALLY SAVANACLAW'S UNOFFICIAL MASCOT,,,,,,, their loyal little puppy 🥺🥺🥺😭😭

fake ruggie and fake leona try to lure him in to sleep again, but Jack says he has no intention of fighting alongside fakes and defeats them 😌

And we get this utterly precious moment where Jack praises Yuu and Grim for having guts and persevering through everything and he PETS GRIM'S HEAD............ HE DIDN'T NEED TO COMFORT THEM BUT AWWAAHBBBAYYAWYWYHAWWABYWAWAYAA

I can't wait to see what role he'll play in Leona's dream 😌 Jack’s arc feels like it’s finally getting the weight it deserves… 🙏🙏🙏

[lieslab]

The music will wake me up again and again and again

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Pairing: Og8 X gn reader

Summary: While you're in a rough spot during comeback season, the members decide to throw a party and forget all their worries.

Genre: 9th member AU

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: This is one of the most chaotic requests I've ever written. This is so chaotic, it could be dubbed a crackfic. So much is happening. Imagining some of it has brought tears to my eyes. I hope you like it as much as I do <3

_ _ _

The days all mindlessly numbed together. Trapped in a cycle, you didn’t know where the surface was. No matter what you tried to do, you couldn’t escape. Every part of you felt exhausted and tired and then- 

“Yah! Give me that!” Changbin reached down, swiped the TV remote from your hand, and huffed. “How many times did I tell you to leave it alone? I’ve got to get everything ready. Everyone else is going to be here in five minutes.” 

“Huh?” You looked over blankly, not quite sure of what he was talking about. “Everyone else?”

“Did you not listen this morning? The rest of the guys are coming over and we’re all hanging out. We’re screwing around and having a group bonding night. No dances, no recording, no content filming, no staff, just us.” 

“Oh.” 

A distant loud groan came from Hyunjin’s open bedroom door. “I don’t wanna get up! I just laid down on my bed and got all nice and cozy!” His hands shot up into the air with another groan. 

“Get out here and make yourself useful. The guys are bringing drinks. Minho said he’d bring food. Maybe that was a bad idea.” “HE’S GOING TO POISON US!” Hyunjin cried. 

Changbin looked down at you. You met his gaze without a word and blinked. He shook his head and spun around to the TV. “I don’t know why I even try,” he mumbled. 

You watched as he turned on the TV and set it to the right settings. Lately, you’d been pretty bummed out. Stress and anxiety built up from a new comeback. Deep down, you knew it’d go great, but the anxiety ate at the bits and pieces of you. You couldn’t find the joy that you once had. 

You hated who you turned into because of it. That anxiety expanded and a puddle turned into an entire saltwater ocean that you couldn’t stay afloat in. So lost in your own head, you couldn’t remember the simplicity of making plans with your own friends. 

Your thoughts didn’t stay thoughts for too long. The doorbell went off and a loud screech erupted from the back of the dorm. Hyunjin shoved himself to his feet and sprinted to the door, shoving an approaching Changbin out of the way. “Hey!” He cried out. “Hyunjin, I was on my way to open the-” 

“Shut up!” He jerked open the door and came face-to-face with an awaiting Jeongin carrying a pack of beer. “Innie! My beloved!” 

“Oh, hell no.” Jeongin shook his head and stepped back. “Nuh-uh. Someone else can go inside first. I already know what’s coming and I don’t want to be part of it. I’m carrying the beverages. Don’t touch me, I’ll end up dropping them.” 

Hyunjin’s face lit up and his arms stretched out. “Where’s my hug at?” 

“Right here!” Felix beamed. He rushed forward, nearly knocking Hyunjin off his feet. “I love your hugs.” 

“Not who I wanted, but I’ll accept it. Welcome to the party. Come on inside.” Hyunjin patted his back a few times. “Innie, don’t think you’re getting away without getting a hug. I’m gonna get you one of these times.” 

“Channie, hyung.” 

“Nope. You're on your own tonight. I’m off leader duties, so good try.” Chan leaned over and ruffled a hand through Jeongin’s brown hair. He sighed and grumbled, following Chan inside. 

“Hi, again! Welcome! Hello! Come in! Felix, where’s your Wii?” 

“It’s right here in my backpack, hyung!” Felix let go of Hyunjin and headed over to help Changbin set it up. 

You remained in your section of the couch, not bothering to move. Your head lolled on the arm of the couch. Seungmin’s eyes swept the area until he found you. “You look like you could use a shot of something.” He plopped down, without bothering to ask if he could. 

“Make it a double,” you mumbled. 

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m pretty sure Minho had plans to bring the strong stuff along. He and Han should be here at-” 

The front door swung open to reveal Han in a pair of black sunglasses and a blank-faced Minho. “What’s up, bitches? Yo, yo, yo! It’s me! Tonight’s new MC! Skrr!” 

The mutter and voices stopped. You pushed yourself up and glanced over your shoulder to see what was happening. Han stood with two large bags of Burger King high in the air. 

Seungmin chuckled and stood up. “Are you already drunk?” 

“DRUNK?” The bags fell and Han tugged off his sunglasses. “You think I’m DRUNK? Minho, hyung!” He spun around with his lips stuck out in a pout. “You said they’d find it funny!” 

“And they did. It’s your humiliation that really makes it funny.” He walked past Han and headed towards the kitchen. 

Felix placed a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh. Hyunjin’s hands went to his face and he rubbed his eyes. “How embarrassing.” 

Han grumbled and followed Minho into the kitchen. Talking resumed as the two of them pulled pieces of food out of the bags and neatly placed them on the table. Han perched the rounded sunglasses on the top of his head and tried to forget his embarrassment. 

Meanwhile, you remained on the couch. Seungmin left you and mingled over with Changbin and Felix. The two of them connected cords from the back of the gaming system into the television. Chan, Hyunjin, and Jeongin talked until Chan noticed you across the way. 

When he did, he excused himself from the pair and headed over to you. He stepped around your slumped legs and sank into the soft cushion beside you. “You’re looking pretty comfy.” 

“Something like that.” 

“Have you been okay? You’ve looked kinda rough recently.” 

“Comeback season.” 

“I know what you mean. Hopefully, this will take your mind off of some of it.” He leaned over, letting his hand drape over yours, and gently squeezed it. “You know, if you ever need to, you can talk to us, right?” 

“I know.” 

“You all better come get your food before I eat it all!” Minho called from the kitchen. 

“Dinner calls. Do you want me to grab you food?” 

“Could you?” 

“As long as you promise to try and be involved tonight.” 

You glanced over, catching your leader’s soft eyes. You knew your slumped formation and lack of interest worried him, so you nodded. “I’ll try my best.” 

“Thanks, I’ll be right back.” 

You had no idea of all the chaos about to unravel. 

~ ~ ~ 

“No doubt, I put it down, never slouch. As long as my credit can vouch, a dog couldn’t catch me out.” 

You didn’t exactly remember how the karaoke started, but you knew Chan didn’t want you bummed out the entire time. He stole Han’s glasses at some point. A bottle of half-consumed beer became the microphone as he rapped the song he found. 

Every so often, he pointed in your direction and occasionally took over a few of the lyrics. When you finished, he took the song back over. Felix waved his arms to the relaxed beat. Han snapped and hummed some of the song. 

You couldn’t remember if it was Minho, or Jeongin that requested karaoke. The Wii games were placed on pause. Between bits of the song, you picked at salty french fries from the carton in your hand. 

Chan’s shoulders rolled as he continued to alternate between rapping and singing. Hyunjin grabbed Seungmin’s shoulder from the floor and kept pushing and yanking him back and forth. They swayed to the song, causing you to smile. 

When the song stopped, Chan plopped back down on the couch slightly breathless. When he looked over, he winked at you. You stuck your tongue out, causing him to laugh. Minho stood up, reached over, and grabbed the remote. 

“Oh, just wait. None of you have seen anything yet. I’m about to blow your minds.” 

Eager eyes went to the screen and when a familiar song was typed in, Hyunjin shrieked and stood up. Seungmin stayed forgotten on the floor. “Wonder Girls! Perfect!” 

“Tell me! Tell me!” Jeongin sang from his spot on the opposite side of the couch. 

“LET’S GO!” Felix screeched. He clapped together frantically and stood up to join Hyunjin. 

What started as a solo turned into a group song. The guys couldn’t help, but sing the song together. Changbin reached across you and Chan and grabbed Hyunjin’s arm. Felix grabbed his other. The two of their high pitched voices blended together as Hyunjin’s limbs were tugged back and forth. 

“Tell me! Tell me!” 

“Te-te-te-te-tell me!” 

You even found yourself joining in a few times. When Minho finished, he spun around to face everyone and blew a kiss. Jeongin screeched and covered his eyes, whereas Han screamed his love for him. 

High energy pulsed around the room. Some of you were under the influence of alcohol and others were high on their own adrenaline. It cycled around the room, causing the weight of work to melt away. You had a few sips of alcohol and found yourself in a better mood. 

“I wanna go! I wanna go!” Changbin let go of Hyunjin and rushed to the front of the room. He nearly took out a sitting Seungmin in the process. “Move it, Know! It’s the rap god’s turn!” 

“What the hell did you just say to me, punk?” Minho cranked his fist back, prepared to swing. 

“Yeah! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!” 

“Kim Seungmin, do you wanna get your ass whooped next?” 

“Sure. Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!” 

“Okay, let’s calm down,” Chan reminded them. “Nobody is fighting tonight. Changbin, what are you singing?” 

“Give me Doom Dada.” 

A variety of whistles filled the air. You reached over, stealing a dab of ketchup from Chan’s plate. He gave you a playful glare and chuckled. “Really?” 

“Yeah, I’m too lazy to go get my own. I think my spot would be stolen.” 

“I’ll go get you some.” 

The moment he stood up, Minho plopped down in his spot. He slung his arm over the arm of the couch behind your head. “Hey, loser. Wanna bet ten bucks that Changbin is going to fuck up the rap?” 

“I’d rather not.” 

“No fun.” 

“I’ll do it!” Jeongin called out. “Ten bucks! If he does raps correctly, you give me ten bucks. If he screws it up, I’ll give it to you.” 

“Deal.” 

Changbin’s song started with ease. Electric beats held steady with his lazy rapping. He continued going, until the beat picked up. His voice grew louder as he rapped with more power. He continued going and going and going, until a single syllable destroyed it. 

“NO!” He screeched. He tried to make up for it by rapping faster, but the damage was done. He remained a beat off, causing him to stress and stutter again. 

Minho grinned, clapped his hands, and stood up. He pointed at Jeongin. “I expect ten bucks by Monday.” 

“Do you accept currency in the form of your favorite drink from the cafe you visit?” 

“Only because I’m nice.” 

“You’ll have it Monday morning.” 

“Are we done singing? I don’t wanna listen to more singing. I wanna dance! Who wants to play Just Dance?” Hyunjin stood up, cautiously making his way over to the Wii. He stared at it and called Felix over to assist him. 

With a fresh pile of ketchup, Chan handed you a smaller porcelain plate. You dumped the remnants of the fries on it. You continued to eat, but paused when you heard Hyunjin call your name. 

“Come play this with me.” 

“I’m eating my fries.” 

“So put them down.” 

“We are in a pile of wild piranhas and you want me to put my plate of food down? Nuh-uh.” 

“Please!” 

“Give me the Wii remote.” 

He handed it to Jeongin and Jeongin passed it back to you. You curled up with your legs criss-cross. Your plate went down on your lap and you sucked in a deep breath. “Unbelievable,” you mumbled. You hooked the Wii strap to your wrist and gripped it tight. 

Hyunjin clicked on the song and it started. When you didn’t appear beside him, he looked back. “Why aren’t you getting up?”  

“I’m dancing from here.” You held up the remote. “One handed, so I can eat my fries.”

“How am I supposed to dance without a partner?” 

“Don’t worry, wifey! Changbinnie is here! I’m coming to save you!” Changbin rushed forward, nearly tripping over his own socked feet. “Let’s do this!” 

Hyunjin glared at you, but you flashed him a thumbs up. While you tried to copy the movements on the screen with one arm, Han disappeared back into the kitchen. Jeongin stood up a few seconds later to find another drink. 

“What are you doing?” Jeongin asked as he spotted Han tugging a box out of a backpack. Han held it close to his chest, so he couldn’t see it. 

“Do you wanna play? I brought Twister. I thought we could do something else because I figured some of us would get bored.” 

“Yeah, sure. Who is going to spin the spinner?” He set his cup on the counter and spun back to the fridge. Changbin grabbed a variety of drinks before he came home from work. The guys were good at drinking everything in sight. 

“Some people think I’m bonkers, but I just think I’m free.” Felix’s tongue clicked to a beat as he padded out into the kitchen. He stopped when he realized two guys were staring at him. “What? Can a guy not like a song?” 

“Do you wanna play Twister with us?” Han held up the board. “Please?” 

“Yes!” He grinned. “Where? Let’s go!”

~ ~ ~ 

“Get your nose out of my ass!” 

“It’s not in your ass! Stop making it weird! I’m trying to win here!” 

“Put your left foot on blue.” 

“Uh-oh.” 

You laughed and unraveled your burger. Han and Jeongin were both tangled on the floor on all fours. An amused smile sat on Felix’s face. “Is anyone giving up yet?” 

“Fuck, no! Innie, just stay still. I have to put my leg between yours. Don’t move and I-” 

“No! No! No! Felix, tell him he can’t!” 

“I have to! It’s the only way I can reach the blue!” 

“Screw all of you!” Jeongin huffed and collapsed, sending both him and Han to the ground. “Get your body off of mine!” He shoved him off and slipped away. 

Han shot him an unamused glare and brushed off his shoulders. “That was so rude.” 

“Your nose was practically up my ass!” 

“You’re being so dramatic!” 

“I’m going to change Innie’s contact name to ass sniffer,” Seungmin joined in. Across the way, he pulled out his phone and started to change Jeongin’s contact name. 

The five of you were behind the couch and sprawled out. Chan, Minho, and Changbin were still with the Wii. They all switched over to Wii bowling. Hyunjin disappeared to use the bathroom and had yet to reappear. 

“Go, go, go, GO!” Changbin yelled at his bowling ball. “Center yourself!” The blue ball rolled over and over again, heading straight for the gutter. “NO!” 

“Yes!” Chan called out. “That means I win again and you lose.” 

“This game is rigged!” 

“Thank god, it’s over. Can I play baseball now? I wanna see if it’s accurate.” 

“Yeah, take this remote since it’s player one.” Chan pulled off the strap of his remote and handed it to Seungmin. He leapt across the couch and plopped in the center of it. 

Most of the guys had finished eating. You waited a bit, unsure if you planned on consuming your burger, or not. Since you’d been so anxious, your appetite had dulled, but now you were starving. You chewed and tried to keep an eye on both sides of the room, not wanting to miss any of the ongoing entertainment. 

“I’ve been violated,” Jeongin mumbled. 

“Violated? You wanna know what violated is? Violated is when you’re on camera trying to celebrate a Korean holiday and when Minho shoves his fingers so far up your ass, you see stars,” Han huffed. “You don’t know what it means to be violated.” 

You choked on your burger while trying to suppress a laugh. Felix giggled and Chan whipped around when he heard the words. “Wait, what?” 

“Do you guys not remember? My hole! Cameras rolling and all, none of our editors edited the clip out.” 

“Oh, I remember,” Minho smirked. 

“Ew,” Changbin mumbled. He shifted on the couch. “Remind me to clench my back cheeks when Minho comes around.” 

“It was an accident. I didn’t think I’d actually shove my finger so far up his ass.” 

“Um, excuse me? I leave the room for five minutes and now we’re talking about fingering one another? My senses are all being assaulted. Vulgarly and violently. This is my home!” Hyunjin appeared swaddled in an oversized maroon blanket. “Can we not?” 

“I think he’s just jealous,” Seungmin commented. 

“Kim Seungmin, I’m going to put my foot so far up your scrawny ass.” 

“Well, you’re not going to hear a complaint from me.” 

“Ew! Ew! EW!” Hyunjin squeezed his eyes shut and tugged the blanket over his head. “Gross! Everyone shut up! I don’t want to hear about it while my food is being digested!” 

“You were the one that continued talking about it,” Minho said. 

Hyunjin grumbled, dropped beside Jeongin, and laid across his crossed legs. “Innie, these freaks make me sick. At least, I know you would never do something like that. You’d never stick your finger up my-” 

“NAH!” 

“Accidental, or on purpose, you-” 

Jeongin reached down and yanked the top of the blanket over Hyunjin’s face to muffle him. “Stop it! No more! I’m the maknae, remember?” 

“I thought you said you wanted to be grown?” You reminded him. 

“Not at this moment! Shut up! Not now!”  ~ ~ ~

As the nine of you kept screwing around, Hyunjin eventually got off of Jeongin and handed the blanket to Felix. Jeongin was talking to Chan when Felix crept over. His grin widened and then he pounced, knocking Jeongin to the ground with a faint groan. 

He pushed forward, quickly tucking the blanket around the youngest member. “Han, help me! Help me!” 

Jeongin scrambled to sit up, but Han shoved him back down. “Stay put, we’re going to wrap you up.” 

“Hyunjin! Hyunjin! Help!” 

Hyunjin appeared from the kitchen and slumped against the entry, watching the younger members work without mercy. “Nah. You deserve that for trying to suffocate me earlier.” 

“Channie, hyung! Please! They’re hurting me!” 

“You want to be tickled?” Felix’s eyes narrowed. “No? Then let us continue wrapping you up.” 

When they finished, Jeongin was wrapped up in a blanket like a burrito. He squirmed, but he couldn’t get out of the death trap they created with the blanket. Phones came out and pictures were taken. 

Jeongin flopped onto his stomach with a groan of defeat. “This is the most humiliating thing that’s happened to me.” 

“Well,” Han started, “it could be worse. At least, it’s not Minho’s fingers up your ass without warning.” 

“Shut up.” 

“You look so cute, Innie.” Felix patted his back and sat back. “All swaddled up like a little caterpillar.” 

“I’m going to kill everyone in this room.” 

“Uh, yeah,” Minho scanned his wrapped body, “good luck doing that when you’re stuck.” 

The sound of a loud crash caused everyone to look up. In the center of the TV screen, a large gash sat from a Wii remote. It sat upside down on the TV stand with the strap dangling towards the ground. 

“Uh…” Seungmin stood to the side, with his hands pretending to hold a baseball bat. “Whoops.” 

“You didn’t put the Wii strap on, did you?” You asked. 

“I might have forgotten about it.” 

“Foul ball!” The referee announced. 

“Goddamn it, this game sucks.” 

“Perhaps, it’s just your swing,” Changbin offered. 

Jeongin squirmed on the ground, trying to sit up. “Wait, what happened?” 

“Seungmin just shattered my TV with the Wii remote.” 

Halfway sitting up, Jeongin fell back and hit the floor giggling, still wrapped up like a burrito. It took a moment before you joined in. Warm from the alcohol and giddy from spending time with the guys, it all blended together to create bliss.  

So maybe it was chaotic and at times, you struggled, but you’d never give it up; not when it created so many memorable moments just like this.

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Villain Creation System Chapter 3

Pairing/s: Invincible x Reader x Invincible Variants

CHAPTER 2: Tutorial Mission START Series Masterlist <<read the synopsis and trigger warnings first>>

For a fake world, the chemistry lecture here was as dull as the real one’s. 

After Mark disappeared to who knows where, you resumed life as a college student and went to class. Biochemistry, a fascinating subject, but the teacher had a voice that could put dragons to sleep. Compared to your philosophy professor, the man detailing the steps to the citric acid cycle spoke without a change in his inflection and was less “discussing” and “more reading from his powerpoint.” 

It was a good thing you–this version of you–took up philosophy. The so-called “hard sciences” are fun, but being human means having limited time, and when buttloads of information is crammed into you without time for processing and then quizzed, the fun tends to diminish. 

The bell rang.

“I will upload the modules for the next session by tonight, and don’t forget to answer the formative quiz for today’s lecture. Have a good day, everyone.” 

You opened your planner. This was the last class for today, and there didn’t seem to be anything else written here, only this semester’s schedule. 

Huh.

[Accurate to the real thing, I’d say.]

“If that is a jab at me then you’re wasting your breath, or whatever energy you use to talk.” You didn’t like social engagements. It would seem this version of you was the same. Good. At least you didn’t have to worry about making small talk with strangers. You had this body’s memories, but they were limited, imperfect. 

“What should we do now?” You asked, walking out of the auditorium. 

[That is up to the Host. ]

[Your will is my will.]

“Is that your way of telling me you’re not gonna help me?”

[ ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ]

You rolled your eyes and opened your phone. The list of contacts you had were straightforward; parents, several family members, some old classmates and friends. Vague figures in the back of this brain’s memory. The system told you not to bother contacting any of them. [It would be pointless] was its reply when you inquired why. 

You checked the apps. Facebook was a thing here but Twitter was replaced by “Z” and Youtube was “WeTV.” A lot of the creators “you” followed were news outlets.

You clicked a WeTV link to a livestream report of a monster attack in Australia, then another in Brazil, and one in the Philippines.

“Geez.” You were never going to complain about being bored again. “Those poor people.”

[Look on the bright side, Host, here the destruction of nations can be blamed on an external threat rather than the political leaders. In your reality, you humans have no one else to blame but yourselves.]

Spoken in a robotic voice with a cheery lilt. It seemed genuine in its attempt to comfort you, so you bit your tongue and continued scrolling.

Monsters, villains, more monsters, more villains. Hundreds of people injured, dozens dead.

Just then, a light bulb went off in your head. “I think I know what I’m supposed to do now.”

The dorm was too far so you went to the campus library. You found a vacant computer near the wall, far from prying eyes. 

[Resorting to cyberstalking, I see.]

“Before I can make him snap, I need to figure out what makes him tick.” 

Judging from his socials, Mark’s popular, not just as Invincible, but as Mark Grayson. He was on the debate team back in high school, played bass at a band called Indigo Muse, and, if the many, many, many posts about him were anything to go by, he was well-loved by the ladies.

When you couldn’t find any family pictures, you decided to study his superhero identity. 

This world’s Invincible wore a black suit with blue accents. Most pictures of him were blurred, which was either on purpose or incredibly fortunate, because he didn’t wear a mask or cowl. 

UNKNOWN SUPER SAVES BUS OF TEENS

NEW SUPERHERO RISES THE RANKS

INVINCIBLE HELPS OLD LADY DOWN THE STREET

Going by the news articles, he’s been a hero for a mere four months. “No wonder the corruption meter is mostly empty.” You’ve seen this play out before, not in Invincible , but in various coming of age stories. This Mark was a fledgling. His morals were still intact, but judging from that 3%, he’s starting to see that the world of superheroes isn’t squeaky clean.

You pushed down the pity in your chest and continued with your research.

From what you can tell, the professional supes were employed by the Global Defense Agency aka the GDA. The veteran heroes were known as the Guardians of the Globe, and there was the Teen Team, composed of younger heroes. Invincible wasn’t part of either. He assisted both groups in the past, usually to evacuate civilians. 

No interviews, no press conferences. 

He was surprisingly mysterious. With how much of a flirt he was, you thought for sure he would be the showboating type, but judging from the poorly recorded videos of him zooming around, he did his job quickly and left before news reporters could hound him. 

There were only so many news articles and blog posts about him before you realized there was nothing else to study. 

You opened your notebook and made a summary of everything you knew so far:

Womanizer

Doesn’t remember me from childhood

English major *shares same philosophy class

Bass player 

Debuted as a hero four months ago

Not part of a team

Popular as civilian and hero 

Home life?

You circled the last item on your list several times. Try as you might, Mark’s parents were mysteries to you. Omni-Man disappeared ten years ago and you had nothing on Debbie Grayson. Her son didn’t have her as a friend on Facebook and he had zero pictures of him and parents.

“Not even a hint?” You asked the system.

System: (づ_ど)

Giving up, you decide to switch topics and begin digitizing your lecture notes.

[You’re actually studying?]

“Not like I have anything better to do. I can’t exactly hack into the Pentagon’s database and my head hurts from all that research, and since someone refuses to be useful, I’m stuck on what to do now.”

[...]

The system fell quiet and let you be.

The minutes flew by as you typed.

“Excuse me.” A feminine voice whispered and your knee jerked against the table.

You gasped in pain, earning a few looks from the neighboring students. 

“Sorry,” the snooper said.

[Ding. The character known as Amber Bennett has made contact.]

No kidding! Couldn’t you have warned me that she was here!?

[Host looked so deeply invested in studying that this system did not wish to disturb you.]

[Fufufu.]

Rubbing your knee, you met Amber’s apologetic eyes. “I didn’t mean to spook you, but uh, your typing’s… a little loud.”

Ah. That would explain the hard glares from some of the people here. “Sorry, I got too excited I guess. I’ll keep it down.”

“Thanks.” She glanced at your desk. “By the way, I can’t help but notice, you're in Professor Gonzales’ class, right?”

When she saw your brows crease in confusion, she added, “Biochemistry?”

“Oh, yeah.” 

“We share the same class then, I’m Amber Bennett.”

“I know.”

She blinked, wide-eyed.

You quickly added, “You’re one of the scholarship students. I saw the university page congratulating you.”

“Yeah, um, about that…” She turned to your monitor. “Your notes are easy to follow. Especially compared to the professor’s powerpoint.”

“I try.”

She grabbed her shoulder. “This is gonna sound weird but are you available for tutoring?”

“Tutoring?”

There was a collective “shhh” from all directions and Amber ducked her head.

“See, I’ve been struggling with chemistry since the first day and I’ve never failed before, but–”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

You nodded.

She beamed. “That’s great! I think we’re already in the same group chat for the freshmen course but just in case–” She pulled out a pen and you pushed a blank page towards her. She scribbled her number.

“I’ll pay you, of course.”

“Sure, we can talk about details some other time.”

“I really appreciate this–”

You gave her your name and her smile brightened. “You’re a lifesaver! I should go now before the rest of the library decides to crucify us both.”

You raised your hand in goodbye and then picked up your notebook.

No, Amber, you’re the lifesaver here.

***

That evening, Amber asked to meet with you at the campus coffee shop. 

The Coffee Mug, more colloquially known as The Mug, was three storeys high and looked far more interesting than any Starbucks you’ve been to. Cubist and art deco paintings lined the bare brick walls, contrasting the wood and iron furniture. Bossa nova jazz played from the ceiling speakers.

“I gotta hand it to the author, or whoever, whatever made this place, they know how to design a good-looking cafe.”

You almost didn’t mind that the person who asked for your help was already eight minutes late. 

You were getting impatient, mostly because it was seven o’clock and you still haven’t had dinner. You had a black coffee to stave off the hunger pangs, but the scent of toasted savory pastries and the sight of cake called out to you like a siren. 

[Just order, Host, don’t tell me you’re waiting for Amber so she could pay.]

“What do you take me for?” You harrumphed. “I’d love to, but it would be rude to start eating without her.”

[!!]

[Really? How so?]

You shrugged.

“But drinking is okay?”

“Yes.”

[You humans sure do like making things harder for yourselves.]

“Tell me about it.”

God, where the Hell is she? 

As you started debating whether manners were truly necessary, your phone pinged. It was Amber. 

Hey, are u at the cafe?

Im so sorry, my group meeting decided to have overtime.

I wired u some money, dinner’s on me. sorry again! 

Well, damn. Guess God does listen. 

Spirits lifted, you got up and practically skipped towards the menu. This place might’ve been called a coffee shop, it had a big menu not unlike a diner’s, and the food selection was listed with colorful chalk on giant blackboards hanging behind the counter. 

You’ve been thinking about what to eat even while you were at the table. But even now you weren’t sure what to get. A sandwich and salad combo? The lasagna? Maybe something from their all-day breakfast? 

[Ding.]

“I recommend their three-cheese omelette.”

You barely had to turn your head to find Mark’s chin hovering over your shoulder. Soft dark bangs tickled your cheek.

“Mark.”

“Gorgeous.” He winked and then approached the counter.

The girl handling the cashier noticed him and her surprise turned to coyness as she pushed back a pink strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. “Hey, Mark.” If this were a cartoon you’d imagine her eyes would be in the shape of hearts right now. 

You couldn’t blame her. Looking around the floor, a mix of subtle and unsubtle staring were aimed at Mark. You understood. Six feet, jet black hair, strong biceps, a pretty waist that led to the most callipygous butt you’ve ever seen. 

That being said, you’d rather not get into the habit of ogling at rear ends without permission, so you walked closer and stood beside him.

Mark leaned onto the counter, flashing a flirtatious smile. “Hey, Kelsey. Can I get my usual, for dine-in, and an om–”

“I’ll get the large grilled chicken salad with honey mustard and one medium choco mint frappe.”

Mark snorted, but didn’t say anything else as he handed her a few dollars.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Don’t be like that, consider this my olive branch.”

“For what?”

“For cutting our date short and not walking you home.”

“First of all, that wasn’t a date, because if it was, then your standards need quality control. Secondly, it wasn’t like I needed to come home. I still had classes.” 

Not wanting to third-wheel, Kelsey put Mark’s change on the small metal plate beside the register and hurried off to prepare the orders.

Without skipping a beat, Mark put the change in the tip box. “Then what is your ideal date?”

You tilted your head.

“You said my standards need to improve, but how do I know yours is any good?��

“I guess you don’t.” You crossed your arms. 

His grin turned mischievous. “Let me guess, you want a fancy dinner? No, you don’t seem like the type who dresses up frequently. I know, is it this cafe? Are coffee shops your thing? Bookish girls like these kinds of places.”

You turned on your heels. “I’m ignoring you now.”

Folding his hands behind him, he trailed after you, remaining two steps behind, pretending like he couldn’t outpace you with those long legs of his.

“Wait, is that why you’re here? You’re waiting for a date?” He watched you take a seat. “That can’t be it though, who orders before their date?”

Refusing to look at him, you opened your phone as you expressed your gratitude, “Thank you for paying, now would you kindly get lost?”

[Host, what are you doing? This is the perfect time to seduce him.]

Yeah, not happening. I need to be five kinds of drunk before I even consider– “What are you doing?” 

He slid into the seat across from yours. “Hey, I’m hungry too.”

“There are other tables, y’know.”

He cocked his eyebrow and you briefly scanned the room. Right. This was a university cafe. Dammit. He did pay for your food, and he wasn’t totally obnoxious to warrant a kick out. 

With a sigh, you opted to just ignore him and kept refreshing your phone.

“So, are you going to study here?”

“...”

“The music’s pretty nice, if a little basic.” 

“...”

“I can’t really stand music when I’m studying, or the sound of people talking. When I’m reading, I’m reading. When I’m listening to music, that’s all I’m going to do. I guess I’m not a multitasker, I like to think of myself as–”

You slammed twenty-five dollars on the table. “Please take this and leave.”

He put his elbows on the table and leaned closer. “Nah.”

Ugh.

“What do you want from me?”

He flexed his arm and leaned his chin on the palm of his hand. “Tell me why else you’re here.”

“To eat dinner.”

“And?”

“To study.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“You want me to leave, don’t you?”

“...I have an appointment.”

“Is the appointment romantic in nature?”

“Not even a little bit. It’s purely academic, and I’d like to keep it confidential, so could you–”

Kelsey arrived holding two trays. “One large grilled chicken salad with one medium choco mint frappe, and one freshly toasted cheese and sausage eggdesal[1] with a cup of black coffee.”

“Thanks, Kels, but you didn’t have to bring it here, I would’ve gotten it.” Mark said. 

She giggled, “Nah, it’s the least I could do. It’s not everyday you stay here to eat.”

“Well, I still feel bad since the place is packed.”

“It’s my pleasure. We’re not super busy right now since most of the students here just buy one drink for their whole stay.”

“You’re a doll.”

“Enjoy your meal.” She smiled at both of you and returned to her station.

He took a sip of the coffee. “Sweet girl, that one. You know, she’s a physics major–”

“How do you do that?”

His lashes flickered over the rim of the cup.

“How can you… charm people so effortlessly?”

Foamy coffee squirted through his mouth and nose and onto his sandwich. Luckily for you, you reflexively pulled your plate back just in time.

You pulled out the pack of tissue you kept in your backpack and slid it towards him. 

He patted his chest and coughed into the tissues. 

You folded your hands over the table and waited patiently for him to regain his bearings. Once his coughing calmed down, you asked, “Well?”

“Wow. You…wow.”

“It’s a genuine question, I think I deserve a genuine answer.” If it weren’t for your unique circumstance, you would have folded like a cheap hooker if Mark Grayson approached you the way he did after the philosophy lecture. The rest of your brain would’ve had no chances in overriding your hypothalamus. Or your loins. 

“I don’t know where to begin, I–”

“Mark?” 

Amber was here.

“Wow,” he breathed, attention switching from Amber to you. “You really did have a meeting.”

She looked baffled but there was no trace of anger or anything. “Why’re you here, Mark? You hate eating here.” 

“I was just about to leave.” He picked up his sandwich. “See ya, girls.” And with that, he departed, leaving you alone with Amber, who was–according to past posts–his ex-girlfriend. 

Amber laid her bag on the now empty chair. “Sorry for being late, I didn’t expect us to take two hours deciding on how to divide a simple report on childhood obesity.”

“It’s okay, ‘cause of you I just found my second favorite place.” The first will always be your bedroom. 

Amber twiddled with her fingers as you poured the honey mustard over the salad.

“Mark didn’t, I mean, he–”

“I didn’t tell him about the tutoring,” you reassured her. “I didn’t know if you wanted people to know, I just told him it was for school.”

“Really? Thank you! But that’s not what I was going to say.” She cleared her throat. “How do you know Mark?”

“We attend the same philosophy class.”

She looked everywhere except your gaze. “This probably isn’t any of my business, but you seem like a nice person so you should know that Mark doesn’t do the girlfriend thing.”

You used your fork to toss your salad. “I see.” 

“Don’t get me wrong, he isn’t evil or anything. He’s a sweet guy, it’s just that, he isn’t boyfriend material.”

You nodded. “Thanks for telling me.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Good, good. Listen, if you do want to hook up with him, that’s totally your call, I just thought I should tell you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be too busy for a boyfriend, anyway. Thanks, I really do appreciate it.”

Mark Grayson? Please. Not even in a hundred lifetimes. 

[ Ding. ]

You dropped your fork.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah… yeah, my hand slipped,” you muttered, trying not to gawk at the system’s holographic screen.

[Affection: 12%. Darkening: 3%.]

Glossary: [1] eggdesal: an egg sandwich that uses pandesal, a sweet and salty bread roll. It can be served plain with just the egg (either with scrambled or over easy), or with other fillings like bacon, sausages, and/or cheese.

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CHAPTER 4: Just Cut Their Red Thread of Fate Series Masterlist

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↳ seventeen hyung line x 14th!member male reader

↳ “how seventeen comforts/loves their favorite boy” pt. 1

↳ warnings: reader is the maknae (‘01 liner) !!! so a lot of babying, jeonghan is slightly feminized, idk nothing bad tho,reader is playing with toys in sc’s blurb but it’s not age regression (unless you want to interpret it that way)

↳ author note: some of the blurbs are longer than others because i wrote it in chunks, so i had more inspiration for some.

choi seungcheol | 최 성철

- seungcheol cherishes you, more than anyone else in the group. many fans see you as nothing more than your handsome face and strong body; but to seungcheol you were still the same little boy he met in the pledis melona room all those years ago.

- he loves to show you how much he loves you by giving you reassuring hugs or pats when you look upset after hoshi yelled at you during dance practice. or give you forehead kisses when you have a headache from constant schedules and screaming fans.

- seungcheol treats you with such tenderness and care, as if you’re not a 6 foot something grown man now, he just can’t imagine you as anything other than a shy little kid. he wants you to feel loved and babied, no matter how old you get—you’re still his boy.

2016: seungcheol quietly closes the door to the dorms after getting home from the studio late at night, after everyone had already gone to sleep. “3:49” he reads the time on his phone while sleepily trudging to his bedroom. but he stops in his tracks when he hears your quiet voice talking through your door. he can make out small sound affects you make and the rattle of plastic hitting plastic. he sighs softly when he realizes you’re playing with your toys again; it always breaks his heart to see you doing something that reminds him of your age, how you got your childhood ripped away by the brutal idol lifestyle.

he opens the door slowly before peeking his head in, “y/n-ah?”. you startle at the sound of an outside voice interrupting your private time. “can hyungie come play with you?”; seungcheol sees you completely melt at the question before nodding. the leader comes over to your bed and brushes your crazy hair back from your forehead, “sweet boy,” he coos and leans down to kiss your forehead gently, “now let’s play.”

yoon jeonghan | 윤 정한

- jeonghan prides himself on being your “mother” which you have fully accepted from the time you met him at age twelve. during the rookie years, you would rely on jeonghan like a caregiver—the feminine nature of his appearance made you so soft and dependent, as if he was truly your mother.

- despite being a little devil to the rest of the group, jeonghan has never teased you (besides when you had your first crush) because he couldn’t ever deal with seeing you sad.

- when you need comfort or you’re sick, jeonghan loves cheering you up. especially by putting aside time in the busy day and having dedicated cuddle sessions, holding you in his arms as if you won’t crush him.

2020: “poor baby,” jeonghan coos, rubbing your hot forehead “are you feeling any worse?” you shake your head with a slight whine. “let’s get you under the blanket, little one” the nickname is slightly ironic now, with you being several inches taller than jeonghan and the majority of the other members — but he’s never going to let it go, since he had given you the pet name almost 7 years ago now.

he guides you to the couch and lays down on it in front of you, patting the space next to him for you to cuddle up to his chest. “come on in sweet boy, i’ll help you feel better.” you cuddle up to the smaller man and curl in on yourself, trying to make yourself as small as possible. your head is pounding and your nose is runny, you try to sniff everything up but it just marries you feel worse. jeonghan coos and holds a tissue to your nose, “go on puppy, blow”

hong jisoo | 홍 지수

- joshua was one of your first real friends when you became a trainee, besides vernon and samuel, since he was one of the only members that could speak english. as you grew up together as a group, shua continued to look after you the same way he did when you were a kid.

- your would help each other practice songs or dances, he would try his best to help you with your raps but you were mostly on your own while he hung off of your back. he enjoyed using you as his personal teddy bear, as he liked to call it, having you sit and let him get in your lap so he can have a cushion.

- you two love to joke around because he will do anything to see you smile. every once in a while, he’ll invite you out to eat or on a small “date” around seoul. as you’ve gotten older, he’ll sometimes act cheeky and make you pay—which you do instantly, because you’re completely whipped for your hyungs.

2023: recently joshua has realized you looking at him more, ever since he dyed his hair red. he doesn’t mind it at all, of course not, it actually makes him a little flustered.

the two of you are out on one of your “dates” to dinner and a walk by the han river, when he notices you looking a little sad. “y/n-ie? what’s wrong, love” he stops and reaches up to cup your chin, tilting your head down so you look at him. you get distracted while looking at him, your eyes flicking over his pretty face. “i just miss seeing everyone everyday— i feel like now that we’re not living in the dorms together, we won’t be as close” your shaky voice makes shua’s heart break and he pulls you into a hug. “oh poor thing… that will never be the case, love bug. we’re always going to be close—there’s nothing in our history as a group that could possibly show us to drift apart. we’re seventeen.” you nod and hug him back, “i just—i get lonely by myself. i wanted to live with channie or you or at least someone.”

“do you want to live with me, sweetheart?”

wen junhui | 文俊辉

- junhui is your personal sunshine, always brining a smile to your face even when you’re in the deepest pits of despair. he loves to give you hugs and cuddles or even kisses if it means you’ll be happy again, he loves their precious maknae.

-when there is free time away from practice or schedules, jun invites you to go with him to the park or even a weekend trip to china with him and minghao—which always makes you happy because hao is always in a better mood when he’s with jun.

- jun made you feel more comfortable with showing members affection, even if it’s just a simple hug or squeeze. he won’t be surprised to find you clinging to his slimmer frame during a break in dance practice, rather he’ll be careful to not make you get embarrassed.

2025: jun has been away in china for months, filming for his new movies. all of you are so proud of him for living out his dream, but you can’t seem to stop missing him. you miss the way he’s the first to talk to you when you wake up in the morning, despite him texting you a good morning text every single day. you miss the way he smells after a shower when he insists on having a cuddle session on the couch during movie night.

but today, jun is coming back to korea. seungcheol didn’t want to tell you — he told some of the other members but left you and chan out, so you wouldn’t be too distracted before the golden disc awards. as you all arrive at the venue, you see someone else getting out of the car with 96 line; jun. as soon as he sees you he runs over and hugs you, which makes you break down instantly.

“h-hyung..” he giggles a bit when he sees your tears but immediately wipes them away, holding your face gently. “oh 萌宝.. hyung missed you so much. i’m so happy to see you.” he holds you tight, letting you cry into his shoulder because he knows you’ve been needing it.

kwon soonyoung | 권 순영

- despite being older, the only time when soonyoung acts like your hyung is during dance practice. the rest of the time, he’s a little tiger who loves attacking the maknae with kisses and hugs as soon as you sit down. meaning he’s not the best member to give you comfort when you’re seriously in need.

- he looks at you with a glint in his eyes that makes you oddly warm inside, and you can’t help but tease him by squishing his chubby cheeks. you lowkey have cuteness aggression for him and want to eat him.

- when the group still lived together, he would run to your room with his pajamas on and jump into your bed. it was time for a cuddle pile when he said it was time.

2018: the group had the whole weekend off and you decided to visit your family, which meant your hyungs hadn’t seen you in a couple days and that made them sad—especially soonyoung.

you opened the door to the dorms after getting off the train and walking a couple miles home. you take off your shoes and bring your luggage back to your room that you share with chan, the older boy was there lying on his bed. “oh my god, y/n! you’re back!! omg you need to go talk to soonyoung, he’s been losing his mind without you here!!” “oh—okay, hi channie. bye channie” you say quickly as he pushes you out of the room and down the hall to hoshi’s room. you peek your head in and notice jihoon is not there, only soonyoung who is wrapped from head to toe in a fluffy blanket and holding a stuffed animal you guys won at an amusement in your rookie years.

“hyungie?” he instantly sits up and pouts, holding his arms out for you, “hold me.” you laugh and do as he says, climbing onto the bed and grabbing him into a hug. “i missed you a lot.” he huffs, “i know i missed you too.” you feel yourself get a little sad because of how much he clearly loves you, but that is shut down when he smacks your shoulder. “no sad.”

jeon wonwoo | 전 원우

- wonwoo is a lot more subtle when it comes to how much he cares for you. he doesn’t smother you with unnecessary love or affection but he does little things to show you that you’re his favorite dongsaeng.

- after practice or schedules he invites you to play video games, just watch a movie, or something quiet like that. he wants to spend as much time with you as possible without making it too obvious that he wants your attention.

- he likes to get you little things related to your interests or the hobbies you two share. he leaves them on your bed anonymously but you always know who left them.

2022: today wonwoo was out having lunch with mingyu when the two of them passed a store, his eyes drifted to the window where there were various pokemon plushies and other items. he pulls the younger man into the store, whispering his ideas to buy you a gift.

the two of them lock out a plushie of pangoro, who you’ve mentioned is your favorite whenever you and wonwoo play the games together. they head back to the dorm and wonwoo sneaks to your room to leave it for you, thinking you wouldn’t be home yet.. but as he pushes your door open he finds you curled up in bed.

“oh— y/nie?” he whispers, approaching the bed quietly. “what” you respond sharply, not looking up to see who it was. “are you okay?” wonwoo pulls the blanket from where it is over your head so he can see your face, you look exhausted—bags under your eyes and hair messy. “hyungie—“ your eyes are drawn to the plush since you always like things like that, even though you’d never admit it. “can we cuddle?” your voice is quiet and wonwoo immediately obliged, crawling into your bed next to you and handing the plush over so you can squeeze it. “my favorite! thank you wonungie-hyung.”

lee jihoon | 이 지훈

- jihoon is another member who shows his love silently, allowing you to work on a song with him after everyone has already gone home or brining you food when he knows you’re still in your studio.

- he tries to hide it so he doesn’t get teased by the other members but you give him severe cuteness aggression, he’s watched you grow up from a scrawny teenager to a man that towers over him but you’re still their baby, his baby

- when he does show you affection, it’s in the form of a quick squeeze of your hand or whispered praise when you do something week in practice or on stage

2019: jihoon has been in the studio for over 24 hours, constantly working on the new album and trying his best to make it perfect for the fans. he assumed everyone had gone home from their schedules of the day but when he takes off his headphones for a tiny break, he hears the door squeak open.

he turns to see his visitor, only to find your head peeked in warily “hyungie?” jihoon relaxes, he got a little tense thinking it was going to be seungcheol or a manager telling him to go home, but it was just you—his little y/nie. you looked tired, he knew you had school all day and then practice into the night and the intense schedule had been taking a toll on you since you’re still so young.

“you can come in.” he forces his voice to be somewhat cold so you don’t think he’s gone soft on you, but it seems like his tone didn’t matter as your face lit up and you quickly approached him. “i know you’re really busy hyung.. but i was wondering if you’d listen to the track ive been working on..?” jihoon internally explodes, you’re so sweet and he felt so proud that you wanted to come to him first, despite your mutual exhaustion. “of course, kid. sit down.”

maknae line version coming soon!!

[spellbound-rosehearts]

FEVER DREAMS : CHAPTER 7

yuu gets sick, leona stays.

pairings: leona kingscholar x yuu

warnings: sickness and food mentions, mild language

notes: this is the longest chapter yet, but also one of my favorites i’ve ever written! i wanted to get this chapter out asap so if there’s any mistakes i apologize in advance!

part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

it’s a typical afternoon for leona, doing the bare minimum required of him as dorm leader, telling ruggie to handle the rest in exchange for a few thaumarks, and slipping away the second he could. he wandered across campus to ramshackle, a lion returning to his second den.

the breeze was mild as he approached, sunlight warming his back. he pushed open the front door like he lived there, which, at this point, he practically did. most days, he’d find yuu studying or cleaning, and grim demanding attention like a yowling kitten. but today, something was… off.

as he stepped into the creaky old house and slipped his shoes off at the door, he was immediately hit by the unmistakable smell of something burning.

his nose twitched.

“oi,” he called lazily. “you tryna burn the place down?”

from the kitchen came a frantic yelp, followed by the clatter of something metal hitting the floor.

grim’s head popped out from behind the counter, soot on his whiskers, ears down and eyes wide. “leona! thank the sevens, you’re here!”

leona raised a brow. “didn’t expect that kind of welcome.”

grim ignored him and scampered back into the kitchen, leona following curiously. “i don’t know what i’m doing! she drinks this tea stuff when she’s sick but i can’t remember which kind! and i definitely can’t remember how i’m supposed to make it!” grim shouts up at him.

leona blinked, processing everything that was just said to him. “back up. ‘when she’s sick’?”

grim nodded frantically. “yeah! she’s got the flu or something. woke up all pale and sweaty and told me to stay back ‘cause it might be contagious. but i’m not heartless!”

leona’s easy posture tensed, just slightly. “she’s got a fever?”

“yeah, and she’s talking all quiet, which is creepy for her, she hasn’t even yelled at me all day!” grim shoved the tea kettle into leona’s hands. “you gotta help! i don’t know how to take care of a sick human! i can’t just leave her here to die!”

leona stared at him flatly, placing the kettle back on the counter. “she’s not gonna die from the flu, furball.”

grim sniffled dramatically. “you don’t know that.”

leona sighed, already walking toward the stairs. “she in her room?”

grim nodded, and then trotted after him. “i tried to make her soup too but it turned into this… jelly blob and started smoking.”

“i don’t even wanna know.” he reached the landing and glanced toward her bedroom door, slightly ajar. he stepped forward, pushing it open with a quiet knock of his knuckles.

she was lying in bed, blankets tangled around her like she’d kicked them off during a fever dream. her face was pale, lips dry and cracked, and her skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat. her breaths were short and uneven, and the bucket by the bed was enough to tell him how bad she was feeling. his chest tightened.

yuu stirred at the sound of the door creaking. “grim…?”

“not quite,” leona said, leaning against the doorframe.

she cracked her eyes open, glassy and disoriented. “leona…?” she whispered.

“yeah, it’s me.” he said, stepping a little awkwardly into the room. “what the hell’s goin’ on with you?”

“just caught a little bug,” she rasped. “but i’ll be fine…”

grim peeked in from behind leona. “she says that but she’s burning up! and she keeps saying she’s cold, but she’s sweaty—is that normal?! should i get a fan? a blanket? a healer?!”

leona pinched the bridge of his nose. “go downstairs. i’ll handle it.”

grim hesitated, looking between yuu and leona. “whaaa? you sure?”

“unless you suddenly have a degree in human medicine, you’re not much help here. go chase your tail or something. leave the real work to someone with opposable thumbs,” he replied in a snarky tone.

grim’s cheeks puffed out as if he was getting ready to rebuttal but leona shot him a glare that told him to save it. “…right. i’ll, uh, stay out of the way.”

as the little monster retreated, leona approached yuu slowly. she watched him with dazed curiosity, half-drunk on fever.

“you look awful,” he muttered, crouching down a little next to her bed. he hesitantly brushed her hair back from her face, his hand stilling when he felt the heat emitting from her forehead. “…damn it, herbivore. you been like this all day?”

she gave a tiny nod and squeezed her eyes shut. “didn’t want to bother anyone. didn’t wanna be seen like… this,” she replied as she pulled the blankets over her face, embarrassed.

leona watched her. he didn’t have the words for the feeling curling in his gut—anger, maybe. not at her. at the idea that she’d suffer in silence just to avoid ‘inconveniencing’ others.

“…idiot,” he murmured.

she peeked over the covers and her eyes fluttered, blinking up at him. “you don’t… have to stay.”

he clenched his jaw and straightened up. “yeah, well, i ain’t leavin’ you like this.”

—

leona found a rag in the bathroom and soaked it with cool water. the sink squeaked when he turned the faucet off. every sound felt loud in the quiet house.

he came back to the bedroom and gently pressed the cloth to her forehead. her breath hitched at the touch. she blinked up at him. “you don’t have to—”

“shut up,” he said, no real bite to his words. “let me take care of it.”

leona admittedly wasn’t good at this. he wasn’t exactly the caretaker type. but his body moved before his brain had even caught up, grabbing a second pillow and easing her head into it, shifting the blanket to lie better across her body, gently brushing hair out of her eyes. it surprised him how natural it all came.

yuu looked up at him when he sat down on the chair next to her bed, eyes bleary and soft. “you’re really sweet when you want to be…” she mumbled.

he narrowed his eyes. “keep sayin’ that and i’ll leave.” but he didn’t move. he watched as the hint of a smile tugged at her pale lips. however, it turned into a wince and she reached up to touch her forehead like she was in pain.

“my head’s killing me,” she slurred, rubbing her temple.

“you been drinkin’ anything today?” he asked, voice low.

she shook her head and cringed at the motion of it. “didn’t wanna throw up again,” she murmured, sounding pitiful.

“right,” he said, rising to his feet. “‘cause dehydration’s clearly the smarter option.”

leona returned a few minutes later with a cup of water. as she tried to sit up, he slipped his hand under her elbow and helped her ease into a better position. then, he handed her the glass. “drink, slowly.”

she tried, but her hands trembled too much. the water sloshed slightly over the rim. leona huffed and helped steady the glass just enough. “you’re hopeless,” he muttered, as he held the cup up to her lips patiently until she swallowed a few small sips.

she smiled faintly. “thank you leona. you’re… really a nice guy.”

“don’t push it,” he said, but it came out gentle. when she lay back down, he placed the rag over her forehead again and sat beside her bed, arms crossed, eyes watchful as she dozed off.

—

yuu tossed and turned, drifting in and out of restless sleep, sometimes mumbling words that made no sense.

leona didn’t leave her side once. he told himself it was just until the fever broke. just until she stabilized.

but every time her breath hitched or her face twisted in discomfort, he found himself leaning forward, brushing her hair back again, adjusting the cold rag when it got too warm, murmuring quiet things like, “easy. you’re fine.” things he never imagined himself saying.

the hours crawled. grim had left long ago to stay at heartslabyul and the ghosts of ramshackle kept far away tonight, either out of respect or because even they could feel the quiet intensity coming off leona as he stayed close by her bed. he drifted off a few times sitting up in the chair next to her, but he was there when she needed him to be. when her fever spiked in the middle of the night, she curled into herself and gave a weak whimper. leona was there tucking another blanket over her. when she woke up nauseous, leona was there with the bucket just in time. he held it for her, steady and wordless, even when she shook with the effort and tears started to sting the corners of her eyes. he didn’t say anything. just rubbed slow, calming circles into her back, jaw clenched with concern.

“sorry,” she whispered, voice hoarse after another round of vomiting passed. “i’m gross. i’m so sorry.”

“don’t be stupid,” leona muttered, almost under his breath. “you’re sick. that’s all. no one’s mad. least of all me.”

yuu turned her head slightly toward him, her eyes bleary and red from fever and exhaustion.

“you should go… you don’t need to-“ she started, but he cut her off.

“i said i’m not leaving,” he growled softly, but there was no heat in his voice. “how many times you want me to say it?”

there was silence. then, shakily, “can you just stay until i fall asleep?” she whispered. he paused, then nodded once.

“i’ll be here.”

—

by morning, she was a little less feverish. still pale, still tired, but her skin had stopped burning under his touch, and she blinked up at him with a little more clarity.

“you’re still here,” she rasped.

“tch. don’t sound so surprised.”

yuu smiled a little. “thought you weren’t the babysitting type.”

leona clicked his tongue and leaned forward, grabbing the cup of water and holding it up for her again as she sipped slowly. “yeah, well. i make exceptions.”

she sank back into the pillows, cheeks slightly pink from his comment despite her pale completion.

“you should eat something,” he said, leaning back into the chair.

she made a face. “not hungry…”

“doesn’t matter. you need something in your system. i’ll make toast.”

yuu looked up at him, a little shocked. “you can make toast?”

he shot her a deadpan look. “i’m not that helpless.” he stood and turned to leave, then paused at the doorway.

“i’ll be right back. don’t move unless you want me to haul your ass back into bed myself.”

yuu gave the faintest of laughs. “yes, sir…”

he smirked.

“brat.”

—

leona stood in the tiny kitchen with a furrowed brow, glaring at the toaster as if it were his greatest adversary. it wasn’t supposed to be that difficult, but for some reason, the thing refused to cooperate. the lever jammed, the dial wouldn’t settle where he wanted it, and it clicked ominously every time he touched it.

“stupid piece of junk…” he muttered, slamming the lever down again with more force than necessary.

upstairs, yuu stirred faintly at the noise. even half-asleep, she could hear the clatter and leona’s grumbling echoing through the old walls. she smiled a little to herself.

he returned a few minutes later with a plate in hand. “you sounded mad at the toaster,” she teased, voice still weak.

leona paused mid-step and gave her a flat look. “i wasn’t mad. i was just… showin’ it who’s boss.”

she snorted softly. “mhm. i’m sure it learned its lesson.”

he rolled his eyes, setting the plate down on the bedside table. “keep talkin’ and you’ll be eatin’ burnt crumbs.”

leona watched with careful eyes as yuu propped herself up on one elbow, and took a small bite of the toast. her fever had dropped further, but she still looked a little too pale, and the exhaustion clung to her like a heavy fog. even so, her eyes had more life in them this morning than they had last night.

“you did good,” she said after a moment of chewing. “toast’s perfect. best thing i’ve eaten all week.”

“yeah well, don’t get used to it, herbivore. this is a one time thing,” he grumbled, glancing away from her. still, the compliment tugged at that something in his chest.

she spoke again, quiet and sincere. “thank you… for staying. i know this probably isn’t your thing.”

leona gave a half-shrug like it was nothing. “don’t go makin’ a big deal of it. i got a reputation to uphold y’know.”

“of course, i wouldn’t dream of ruining your image.” she smiled faintly before taking another bite of toast.

as sunlight crept through the windows and warmed the small bedroom, leona sank back in the chair with a quiet exhale, already resigning himself to the fact that he wasn’t going anywhere—not today, not as long as she needed him. and surprisingly, he was perfectly content with that.