#clawdeen wolf x reader

[yandere-wishes]

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙

❤️‍🩹Characters: Yandere! MH Ghouls x GN! Reader

❤️‍🩹Summary: There's something ancient within you. Lost and forgotten. You're an eldritch creature living amongst monsters. A piece of you lives within each of them. And a piece of each of them lives inside you...

❤️‍🩹Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsessive tendencies, Body horror in Frankie's part, slight gore and blood in the rest, angst, super cryptic.

❤️‍🩹Could be read as romantic or platonic.

I am a monster, for now and forever. I am a monster, what a terrible being.〜♡॰ॱ

There's something ancient within you. Lost and forgotten. ~❣✧❣

⚡︎Frankie Stein ⚡︎

There's something ancient within you. Lost and forgotten. Frankie is desperate to unravel it. To crack it open. She feels you in every one of her limbs. Feels you in the stems of her patchwork heart. That has to account for something right? 

Your melancholy seeps through you, tainting the tiles in shades of gold. 

Frankie blames the binding of your skin, she's always found it too loose. 

Nothing extramundane, to tether your essence within yourself. She wouldn't mind taking you apart and stitching you back together. Recreating you into something perfect. She's grown wry of watching you crack your ribcage open, shoving astral celestials where your heart should be. You mutter things, things she doesn't understand, things she's scared she'll never understand. Her bones rattle, a rouge spark runs down her spine. Every piece of you haunts her...

Frankie use to believe, verily childishly, that parts of her were salvaged from you. She knows now that that's impossible, yet she still wishes every night for the childish dream to come true.

In many ways, Frankie has always been bound to you. Your first friend, your first confidant, your first punishment, your first comprehension. Even when you'd been too young to understand the cacophony of the world, you'd still know the two of you were connected. 

It had only taken a lifetime to understand why. 

Bones collapse into constellations. Somehow she feels you slipping away. Her slender fingers trace the stitches across the hollow of your chest. A meteoric reminder of her work. "It's okay I'll have you fixed in no time." Frankie doubts you find any truth in her incentive. You've always been drawn to pessimism. Still, she feeds the needle through skin and muscle. Praying she remembers the stronghold pattern her mother taught her. 

The shade they used for your blood is too bright. You bleed in rivers, 

flowing with no end insight. You wash away her sorrows with farfetched promises. Awakening a longing, she never knew she had. 

Frankie wishes she could pluck out your spine. Kiss each vertebra like an iridescent pear. Maybe then your souls would tether, maybe then everything will go back to the way it once was. The needle snags across bones, marring your skin in star-kissed bruises. She pecks each one, muttering a sorry across cold flesh. You feel like home under her lips. A home she never got to know. 

Yet the echoes of its brilliance linger faintly in the hearts of those who once knew its warmth.

Frankie smiles as your eyes crack open. Dizzy and distant, you've yet to notice your enhancements. The pieces of herself she tethered onto you. She wonders when you'll notice the new eye, the new leg, the mismatched fingers. Her heart sparks thumbing loudly in her ribcage. 

She sinks down, by the operation table,skinning her knees. You feel like home, now more than ever. 

Your fingers find her head, patting the matted hair, she smiles something solemn and forlorn. She trails her fingers over one of the stitches on your arm, prying her slender digits between the threads and into the gaping tissue. Her fingers release a spark, your body arches off the table. After all, blood has always been a good conductor for electricity. "It's just a power boost. You'll be right up in a few minutes." a giggle rips from her throat, as you mummble an acknowledgment. Eyes overcast with equal parts grief and glee. 

She always knew she loved you how could she not? You'd been linked to her for as long as she had a conscience. You had always been her everything. Sometimes she wonders how you both ended up like this. Stitching pieces of yourselves into each other. 

Frankie closes her eyes. Her mind struggling to regain control. Her deep breaths waver as she hears shifting from the table. 

"It's alive..."

𓆩❤︎𓆪Draculaura𓆩❤︎𓆪

Draculaura can smell the ethereal ichor now. Maybe it's always been there. Hidden under bygone layers and golden sand. She wonders if now, knowing what you know, makes you see her as anything less. You're older now, smarter. Maybe you understand the world just a little bit better than she ever could. 

Despite her gifted immortality, Draculaura likes to think that she's grown, too. No longer the little batling who faints at the mere scent of blood. Yet the urge to vomit is still there, an acidic reflex in the back of her throat. She's been avoiding you lately, simply because you make the urges go away. 

She can't live with that.

Can't live with what you make her. 

You trace the heart on her cheek. Your fingers feel like divinity sinking into her skin. You try to reason with her, tell her the truths of the crypt. "Surly Draculaura, you must know who you really are. Isn't it silly that you persist in this nativity?" Your words are harsh. Good intentions wrapped in silver blades. She bites her tongue, killing the queries before they dare spill. 

You make her crave things. 

Things she's avoided her whole life.

There's blood on your lips, dripping onto the ground. She fights the urge to kiss you. The heat of the sun amplifies the scent of the decaying flesh. Her stomach growls, this isn't right. The grip on her parasol tigtens. There is justice behind your actions, not one she can make herself understand. She watches as you tear into the decomposing body. "Don't", it's nothing less of a prayer. She feels her fangs elongate. How she wishes the world would turn to black.

Can a vampire be haunted? 

Surly they can, it's the only answer to your staunch lingering. 

Draculaura's coffin feels too snug, like a home and a prison encapsulated in one. She wishes she could feel cold dirt under her nails, feel the thrill of digging her way out of a grave. It's your fault, it has to be. Why must you awaken such ancient sensations? Such horrid cravings, such primal needs. 

Why must she see divinity in your face, liquid darkness shimmering behind enigmatic eyes? You are something terrifying, something painful. You are what she was supposed to be, what she's fled from her whole life.  

Your silhouette is a curse and a blessing. A reminder of a lineage she was thrusted into. A legacy she never wanted. Everything about you is a hunting familiarity for a family she never knew. She wonders if she would have been the prettiest girl in the morgue. She wonders if her father should have let her die all those eons ago.

 "I used to be human" She confesses one night. She doesn't know why you agreed to come over. Why seeing you in your pajamas sparks one too many fond memories.

"So?" your tone is one of perplexity. She feels foolish under your gaze. You glide the makeup brush across her cheeks. dusting them with faded nostalgia. "I can't eat them. It'll feel like I'm eating myself" How long has it been since the transformation occurred? how long has it been since she shedded the body of that sickly fragile girl? She's been a vampire for centuries yet still can't get used to the title. 

"You can eat these ones..." Something ancient within her stirs, her bones rattle with comprehension. She knows what you mean and it fills her with a need to scream. 

Draculaura can't see her reflection, can't gauge how different she is now. You used to help her with her makeup back in high school. Back when the shade of your lipstick determined your personality for the day. She's never seen her face. She prays it's identical to yours. She prays that someday she can embody you...

There's a deathly hunger within her. Bubbling in her stomach. She needs to let it out before it kills her. Can she even die? She's almost sure she wants to. You almost make her want to succumb to the impulse of quitting her humanity all toghter. Your presence makes her all so hungry. She's gotten better at hiding it under school-ghoul gossip and trend talk. 

She settles for a kiss tonight, a rushed peck on the cheek. Some vampire she is, instead of bleeding you dry she's pouring her sorrows into you. She wonders if you take note. See the ghosts jouncing within her soul. 

Draculaura's nails pick at the skin of her birthmark.

The skin cracks.

blood trickles. 

Can a vampire even be haunted?

Yes. 

She knew the charade wouldn't last forever. 

Knew that one day the lights would dim and the stage would fade to black

A final curtain call. An impending doom.

The final nail in her glass coffin. Rendering it to shards.

And she'll be left plucking fragments from her eternal flesh.

There's a small joy in knowing you'll be her effacer. 

The one to put an end to 2,000 years of pretend. 

"And then he was all like "You know?" and I was like "Whatever" and he was-" 

"Draculaura, I have no idea what you are talking about." She turns to face you, your smile is a crushing weight. On her shoulders crave. You throw your head back and laugh. Laughing at how little she's changed since you shared a desk in class. Since your most eminent concern was fearleading practice and algebra tests. Draculaura should laugh too, this she knows. Yet she remains distracted by your neck and all the glory it holds. 

Just a small bite won't hurt...

☾🐾☽Clawdeen Wolf☾🐾☽

Clawdeen is protective to a fault. A trait she could never identify as innate or habit. Still, the urge to stalk you persists. Pricking away at her fur like wolfsbane. 

Clawdeen's been brought up to believe in legacy, to worship the moon and the stars and their maker. Ancient things have a way of lasting lifetimes. She knows this now, finds its evidence when she unravels her family, her pack, herself...you. Her kind has been known to nurture those they love, to birth and raise every great warrior. She ponders again if this was originally encrypted in their blood or if her species picked it up throughout the years. 

All she knows is that something inside her awakens when she sees you. A testament to an ancient love, long since stifled under sand and snow. 

She wonders if that's what she's done with you all these years. If, in her own way, she's raised you to become some sort of warrior, a great beast living amongst subsidiary. 

The two of you sit beside the bay window. Her newest sketchbook draped across her lap. You lean in resting your head on her shoulder, listening as she explains the inspiration behind each design. 

You feel like you've been mauled. A piece of you thrown in every direction. Only to morph into the creations of your hunter. "You remember your first design?" you ask, closing your eyes to still the world. "Wasn't that when we wrapped Howleen in a red blanket and my mom's scarf?" Her claws prick her upper lip as she stifles a giggle. "And made her walk around the house like it was a Scaris runway" You add, relishing in the bygone recollection. 

Your childhood memories together are coated in ichor. Jejune days 

when you'd watch her tumble over herself trying to be everything she could never be. Even back then, you'd known something was amiss with the world. Seen the ancient wolf that lay dormant within her. felt its bonds call out to you, pulling you in deeper. You'd cling to her like a frightened child to a teddy bear. 

But you're older now. Instead of the scared child, you've turned into the monster under the bed. Funny how everyone's heritage catches up with them at some point. Even when you grow unaware of its presence. Legacy still tends to echo in your bones. You're both the same in that regard.

"I can never tell if I'm alive or dead." You tell her one night. 

"Neither" Clawdeen's voice is rigid, stiff. She can feel your awakening and rebirth. It sings in her head, more vital than a howl. "creatures like us don't die so easily. We only transform." She remembers the legends, the wars, they rattle in her bones sending shivers up her spine. Neither of you have ever died. You've survived every tribulation. 

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" you reply, Clawdeen notes the embers that burn behind your eyes. How they spread across your body like a wildfire.

"What doesn't kill me, simply gives me a reason to kill it" She swears she sees the moon flicker in retort. 

Clawdeen slits her throat with her claws. 

Choking on moondust and half-fallen stars. 

Her father once told her heritage is everything before giving her a golden ring fashioned as a wolf's head. She still doesn't know what he means. 

She knows her kind was born from misplaced love. 

She's just glad your fates are entwined. 

"Someday you'll have red eyes." You trace your thumb over her lashes as you speak. Trailing down to play with her curls. She knows what you mean. Oh how, she wants to devour the hope you offer so freely. Rip it from your heart and feel it pulsing under her fangs. Maybe then her stars will align and she'll truly understand what she is. 

 Clawdeen's feelings grow teeth, gnawing at her carnivorously as she pulls you close. Muttering a 'thanks' as if it holds the weight of the world. There's comfort in the thought that she's molded you. Helped nourish your flames until they grew so potent. She's ever only been the middle child of the moon. But with you, she feels like so much more. Like something celestial, something ancient. An heirloom made of blood and moonrock. 

Above you the clouds part. Giving way to the full moon. 

₊˚.༄Lagoona Blue₊˚.༄

The air in her lungs feels synthetic, dry. She chokes off the sand and ozone, blinded by the unfiltered light, leaving burns on her frail, scaled, skin. She wonders if this is how a fish feels as it's being reeled on land. She wonders if she's any different now.

Her heart hammers when she sees you, cracking her ribs in hysteria.

Water lilies bloom from their marrow, she counts them just to distract from the stars burning in your eyes. Her teeth catch her bottom lip, gnawing the pink flesh like a shark does its prey.

Her eyes burn when she catches a glimpse of you by the pond. Gazing conflicted at three-eyed frogs. She can't help but see you as a cacophony of unmarked graves. Too many ghosts linger across your body, they're prints evident in the afternoon sun.

You leave a water lily behind her ear as you brush past her in the hallway. She thinks your perfection is exaggerated, artificial like the air. The kind daydreaming divers pray to find in rogue oysters. Lagoona is sure you're the last of your kind. An endangered creature too proud to ask for help. She clumsily fingers the flower's petals. The wave of nostalgia that invades, has her gasping for air.

The ocean she once called home is overrun by rot. She too is infected by the pollution that plugs her gills. In her dreams, she treads through clean oceans, webbed fingers entwined with yours. There is no corrosion here, no death. Just you and her and everything that entails the definition of good. When she wakes up she notices that her gills are falling one by one. Pastel blue glints scattered, floating across her bed like the empty husks of sea stars.

She too is the last of her kind.

She too is destined to perish in agony.

She wonders if you hear her tears. Hear them fall into the abyssal sea. Feel their reverberations as they create rings on the surface. She can't expect such a thing from you. You're in your own world struggling with your own scars. You left her another flower today, nymphoides indica, she doesn't understand what you're trying to tell her.

The pond has started to bleed too. Its decaying scent is pungent from miles away.

has it bled into her?

Is she infected too?

You're there again today, worlds apart yet close enough to touch. Her body stiffens as she kneels next to you. Desperate for your attention, desperate for you to tell her what she is. Maybe, just maybe she can confess her love in time to share a grave with you.

"I used to be so beautiful.." Your voice sounds evasive. A final cry for help before the ocean consumes you. Your reflection in the pond is muddled over. A glitch in reality, something Frankie would have more experience with. "you still are mate…you still are" Her words are earnest, yet she doubts they bring you solace. "If it's any consolation, I'm polluted too..". You laugh so condescending it makes her stomach churn. She rolls the words in her mouth again, tasting them for misunderstandings.

"We're all polluted Lagoona. We always have been."

You're made of one too many pieces, all doused in poison. You rearrange the water lilies on her head. Your fingers feel like home threading through her hair. "The last of our kind." Lagoona giggles, her body is growing dryer, desperate, the moisturizer and hydration station have long since stopped working. Now she awaits the poison to take over fully. You're her memento mori another helpless creature awaiting death.

And yet, to her, you're still as radiant as the first day she met you.

Lagoona's grave will be in the sea. It's a last wish one you decide to honor. You kiss her on the cheek as she turns to you. Body half submerged in her home. She hugs you, with all the longing her frail corpse can muster. It's only too late when you notice that you too are being submerged. Dragged into the eternal depths. Lagoona refuses to part with you. This is her final gift, the last present she will give you. A quick and painless death. One with a comforting presence.

Her father used to tell her strange tales of bizarre men who'd come to their ancestrial home, seeking answers far too advanced for them. She wonders if she's had the answers all along. Maybe she just had to look a little deeper.

It doesn't matter now. For her final breaths, she is at peace. She is content to end like this. With you in her arms.

𓂀𓆣☥Cleo De Nile☥𓆣𓂀

Cleo likes to think she's come a long way from her former self. No longer an autocrat cheerleader with stary eyes and a need to be worshipped.

She likes to think she's filled out the role of queen, of sovereign, of absolute. 

She's done her dynasty proud...

Shattered and transformed herself into the perfect vessel. 

It's not until she catches her rogue reflection in the gleam of your eyes, that she realizes she's still the same. Eons have passed yet Cleo still remains the same frail cowardly daughter bearing the burden of the D'Nile name. 

You look every bit a queen, a sovereign, an absolute. You've grown to fill the role you never knew you had. 

Cleo bleeds gold. She always has. 

Little did she know, you did too. 

You always had.

There's a crushing weight, something that makes her long for entombment. "I wish I were a mere child once more." her tone is sand on sand. So faint you think it nothing more than a mirage of sound. Her head lays on your lap bleeding out her sins as she prays for the sun to melt her. Feeble, unstable thing she is. Hailing from a feeble unstable place.

Maybe it would do you both some good to forgo the past. To embrace a thundering, grotesque future. Maybe it's time to retire the thrones and gold bangles. Maybe it's time to depart. 

she laughs at such a preposterous notion. 

Cleo's Icoffine lays in a pool of shards and wires and golden beads. Her bandaged fingers wrapped tightly around your bicep, tugging you closer until the scent of spices and flora became overbearing. "it's...okay" you lie through the rage bubbling in your throat. Through the tears that sting the corners of your eyes. "It's not-it's...it's never been okay", the words feel like boulders crushing her bones. turning her body and bandages back to dust. 

You've known Cleo to always wear a broken crown. Funny how, after a millennia, the cracks still keep growing. Only now they bleed into her corpse, cut through bandages, and aim for the heart. You want to wipe her tears away. To whisper glory and purpose into her bejeweled ears.

Cleo lies on the golden floor. It's cold, frigid, she doesn't remember gold to be so unwelcoming, so petrifying. You pull her hand to your heart, hovering above her. Watching as she melts and hardens in the same breath. 

"Allow me the pleasure of death once more. Allow me the luxury of being the only monster you ever have to know." Cleo doesn't remember missing her sarcophagi so much. Her lungs fill with broken promises as her eyes sting from mulish obsoletes. "I've been so blind for so long." She confesses, free hand fiddling with the jewels on her blouse. Running them along her nails waiting to see which will scratch first. "As have I, there's no need to-" her voice is harsh as she sits up. The undead rising from its bejeweled grave. Her hands cup your face. She tries to be gentle, to cradle you like a flower petal. "I'm-I-" her breath hitches as her fractured mind screams. "I hate myself all so very much. Yet I love you with every bit of the heart I thought I lost all those millennia ago."

Chaos has a way of squirming through her veins. 

Her dreams are tainted in rubies, seeing you lying in the sand. 

The noise above is defining. She hates that she's not used to it by now. 

It can't be fair. 

The world can't take you from her. 

You're the only lifeline she has left. 

The only hope that remains. 

You tell Cleo you want to die one starless night, she understands the sentiment. You don't know why that makes you cry. Her lips leave phantom kisses across your eyelids. Spilling gold pleated secretes into your skin. Cleo wishes she kept you entombed next to her, rotting away far from every disaster. Yet she knows she can't, not now at least. You've morphed her into her purpose better than her omnipotent father and cruel sister ever could. With you by her side, she's truly become a queen, a sovereign, an absolute. While you rein above her, some all-knowing creature who she can't help but worship. 

Maybe someday, decades from now. 

The love you share will be dethroned

How unlikely such a feat seems.

Taglist: @hadesnewpersephone @feedmestraycats @deathangelraven @itotallysleepenough @yuuka29 @umgatochamadopercyval

[juneberrie]

MONSTER HIGH CHARACTERS WITH A PARTNER WHO SLEEPS IN CLASS

requested || monster high masterlist

───featuring: frankie stein, cleo de nile, draculaura, clawd wolf, clawdeen wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, lagoona blue

FRANKIE STEIN

would look over and be like 😟

pokes ur arm like "are u asleep?"

and then she realizes you are asleep and she laughs quietly

would probably write ur notes for you??? or like she'd move ur pen/pencil so there aren't random scribbles on your paper

"did u sleep well 😊" when u wake up

CLEO DE NILE

tbh she probably wouldn't notice for a good while

she'd go to ask you a question

and there you are with your head down, obviously asleep

she'd be like "oh 😒" and then just ask you her question later

if anyone near you is like making a ton of noise she'd glare at them and tell them to shut the fuck up

DRACULAURA

"oh!" when she realizes

she'd like giggle bc she thinks ur so cutie

and she'd probably just leave u be for a while until a few minutes until class ends and she'd be like "if u want i can ask frankie if you can borrow her notes" bc lets be honest she probably doesn't take notes

CLAWD WOLF

would probably let you use his jacket as a pillow or a blanket or something

don't expect him to let you copy his notes (he doesn't take any)

would try to explain what the teacher was yapping about but he's rlly bad at explaining so it sounds like "so this and ummm i think that and probably this too.... i think he said something about this?"

CLAWDEEN WOLF

would tap u bc she noticed ur head down and she's like "are u okay"

"oh they're asleep!"

if the teacher asks why ur head is down she'd be like "they have a headache" or smth

will let u copy her notes

glares at anyone breathing slightly too loud

"shut up can't u see theyre trying to sleep?? yeah thats what i thought"

DEUCE GORGON

okay so this bitch is kinda stupid

and he sees u asleep right

so he like pulls out an extra pair of sunglasses from his bag

and he sits you up and puts the glasses on you

bro is so proud of himself!!!

its so obvious you're asleep and then u get woken up bc the teacher is like "wtf"

HEATH BURNS

he'd be like "y/n! y/n!" and then realize ur asleep

and then very loudly go "OHHHHHHH YOU'RE ASLEEP"

so you probably get woken up tbh

he'd be like " 😨 sorry 😜"

either that or he'd notice and very loudly shush people

JACKSON JEKYLL

bro is in shock

how??? are you sleeping???? in class?????

he'd be really nervous for you

cause he doesn't want you to get in trouble for sleeping in class

when u wake up he tells you to get more sleep at night or something

HOLT HYDE

straight up would NOT care

bro was listening to his music and he like looks over and sees u asleep and he's like "okay!"

he'd probably draw on ur hand tbh or like ur paper

when u wake up he's like "omg hey" and would give u one of his airpods as yall walk to class

LAGOONA BLUE

she'd let you sleep

she wouldn't really notice but when she does she's like "awww" and moves ur notebook out of the way so she can write notes for u <3

[tabathastan]

HELLOOO HELLOO‼️ I saw that you wrote for Clawdeen wolf ANNND I just couldn’t help but like IDK I CANT LET A GOOD OPPORTUNITY TO REUQEST PASS YK (๑>؂•̀๑)

ANYWAAYYY I was curious if you would be totally down to write Clawdeen Wolf x Fem! Humanoid kitsune! Reader headcanons? LIKEE how Clawdeen would introduce her girlfriend to the main group of ghouls! ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

ODJXID I JUST THINK IT WOULD TOTALLY BE SOOO CUTE o(≧∀≦)o

IF YOU FO THIS REQ THANK YOUU SM ‼️

I kinda wrote them in bullet list to make it easier and fun for me!

Clawdeen Wolf x Kitsune! Reader

You were very nervous to met her friends, scared that they wouldn’t like you since kitsune were very rare, like very rare.

Draculaura was very excited to met you, since Clawdeen told her a lot about you.

“Hello, Draculaura daughter of Dracula.”

“Hello, Draculaura. Im (Y/n).”

Draculaura thought you were a good match for her best friend after talking with you for a bit.

Frakie and Lagoona adored you too, as they never see a kitsune in real life then story books.

Cleo didn’t say much when meeting you for the first time.

You thought that she didn’t like you.

But she was just dying inside to met a kitsune in real life.

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

OMG HELLO HELLO okay so I saw your lil inbox saying “up for requests!” and so I’m assuming that your requests is open and if it isn’t I am SUPERR DUPER SORRY BOOKIE ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

OKAY SO I was wondering if you would totally be up for Clawdeen x Fem! Humanoid Kitsune! Reader? LIKE FLUFFY HEADCANONS I FEEL LIKE THEY WOULD BE SOO CUTE TOGETHER ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

ANYWAYY IF YOU READ AND DECIDE TO DO RHIS THANK YOUU SM >.<‼️

Hello Pookie! Yes my request box is always open unless I specify before hand rn they are open as a archway to a temple lol

Okay love this prompt and x reader pairing

I've never done headcanons so bear with me here haha,i love kitsune and their lore so happy to make this

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Clawdeen wolf x fem! Kitsune! Reader (with humanoid features)

(H/t) hair type

(H/c) hair color

(E/c) eye color

(S/c) skin color

Fluff/relationship headcanons

I will make a little background how y'all got together and then the couple headcanons

Clawdeen never thought she would ever find someone that would catch her interest let alone have a crush but that all changed when she saw you.

Walking through the halls with her BFF Draculaura something had caught her eye so she naturally looked over to her left and then she fully focused on the ghoul passing by.

A beautiful kitsune with (h/t) (h/c) hair, beautiful (e/c) eyes that seem so gently yet wise radiant clear (s/c) the seemed soft to the touch, you were dressed in a short kimono dress with kneehigh heels with gold accents all around even on the accents of the flower patterns on your kimono, you gave her a smile and said "hi" as you walked passed her and her best friend Draculaura in the hallway

That was the moment clawdeen knew she had to get to know you and maybe become something more. She didn't know yet but she had this strong feeling in her chest and that she should at least try to find you again today.

And to her surprise later that day Clawdeen had actually found you once more 'okay you got this Clawdeen' she walked up to you and started up a conversation "Hey i wanted to say i love your outfit its so fierce" clawdeen pushed her bangs out the way as she looked at you with a toothy smile.

You look at the ghoul in front of you happily "thank you! I love your skirt, the patterns are so clawsome" the looked at each other a little buzz in the air "mind if I sit down?" Clawdeen asked you "not at all please I'd love some company, oh and I'm [Name] what's yours?" [Name] extended her hand to the ghoul sitting across from her at the outdoor table, "Clawdeen, nice to meet you" [Name] nodded saying "nice to meet you too Clawdeen"

The two ended up chatting about fashion and their interests and then two months into knowing each other Clawdeen had asked [Name] out with chocolates and flowers which made the ghoul swoon and ran into the wolf's arm kissing her cheek and exclaimed "yes yes yes" as her fluffy tails wagged side to side excitedly

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Now the headcanon!

-clawdeen loves holding you by the waist as she talks to you in any place and time she feels so giddy holding you gently with one arm the warmth radiating from you both like a personal heater.

-whenever she's at your house she plays with your two tails and she likes to brush them and the blush on your cheeks when she puts her face in the softness of your fur motivates her to do it every time she comes over.

-you two are very cuddly behind closed doors and she's actually the little spoon because she likes to feel the soft purrs on her back as you hold her close by her middle.

(I'm gonna pretend you can purr hehe)

-Clawdeen loves it when you wear something of hers, since she's a wolf she liked the idea that this is one of her ways to mark you as hers and that no one will try to get with you,if someone tries to get with you they are screwed

-you also like when she wears your clothes just like Clawdeen you think that your scent on her will make idiots leave her alone before YOU tear them a new one.

- kissing is her favorite,the way your lips and her's fit so well with yours,the smell of your fruit flavor lip gloss and hers that mix together to make a new color when you part ways, ughh yes you should kiss her all the time.

-she really likes your human form you look so cute and the way you get slightly shorter than your monster form is actually too adorable

-Clawdeen will often make you two matching outfits, some are suits or dresses whichever you want to match with she's down to do anything for her muse.

-speaking of muses you are hers she's always making outfits inspired by you and your background every pattern every style it always seems she has you in mind throughout the process

-dates are going to the mall, parks, the boovies and just hanging out. Who knows maybe you'll take her to a parking lot and chill with some snacks and music playing (a make out will happen she can't help it you're just so pretty!!)

-Did I mention Clawdeen loves to pet your fluffy ears? Oh and she loves it when you do it to her too, just gently caress them with your soft hand and she's melting

-she spoils you but not in a buying you expensive things, no she remembers the candy's and chips you like and gives you a cute basket of them every few months and since the candy you like isn't expensive she's just buying you one and brings it to school for you to munch on in class.

-but on occasions like your birthday, anniversary valentines day and Christmas she'll get you a specific jewelry for the both of you to adorn, she'll make a romantic dinner and after it she'll hand you the box smilling wide and proud she got her muse something so precious and beautiful just like you..well the jewle almost matches your beauty but your prettier

-the two of you definitely have fashion shows in your room that end up becoming karaoke and just jumping up and down singing your heart out and dancing to a slow romantic holding you close and giving you neck kisses that make you giggle in delight.

-sometimes you'll turn into a fox and lay on her lap just for the fun of it and she pets you while she sketches in her sketch book with a content smile.

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That's all I got for now, thanks for the request I made this rather quickly is surprised with myself (^v^)

And I genuinely don't know if this is the right way to do headcanon. Sorry if it's not correct.

[issacballsac]

MALL SHOPPING

Fem Reader

It’s no secret that Clawdeen LIVES for the mall

She’ll always take you there for shopping for yourself and her

Stopping at food vendors for a quick bite and continuing your mall ogling

If you have similar tastes you’ll stick together for the most part

If your style is different you’ll separate for a bit before uniting to look at different things together

As her girlfriend if you buy something for her in secret she’ll give you a little peck and immediately try it on

She obviously trusts your taste in fashion

There is no set bag person so you either split your bags amongst each other or take turns holding everything

Not opposed to getting matching outfits either

She’ll spend hours looking for heels so if you don’t wear them have fun watching her become a professional heel inspector

You guys definitely go to makeup stores to give each other free makeovers and leave right before the staff tells you to pay for it

Will totally go into those photo booths for pictures with you

Might buy a pair of roller skates for fun(will zoom around the mall with them)

By the time your done there it’s the next day and your bank account has been wiped.

But it’s Clawdeen so who cares

[fr4nkie0stein]

i would really love some requests for the monster high ghouls if y'all have any to spare </3

[eras-mus]

hii ive had this idea for a while now and its basiclly a crossover with twst and monster high, it could be a clawdeen yuu or a operetta yuu or or a cleo yuu headcannons. but theres this other idea wity SIX the musical im not sure if youve seen it but you could do any of the wifes of your choosing but i would think it would be good if they were all platonic (especially with k howard)

I'm sorry but I'm not comfortable with doing the SIX Wives because they are based on real people!

I will do your Clawdeen, Cleo, and Operetta Yuu though!

-GN Reader

-Reader IS Yuu

Sorry it's short!

-

Clawdeen! Yuu

- Everyone first thinks that Y/n is related to Jack, and both of them have to constantly correct people on that.

- Y/n is unbelievably good at keeping Ace and Deuce in control because of their siblings in their world

- They probably redesigned their uniform and made a new outfit for every unbirthday party

- As much as they get along with Vil their best friend is Epel. Y/n understands why Epel doesn't want to learn useless manners and dress impractically and Y/n is able to help him make clothes he likes and that Vil approves of

- Vargas loves that they aren't afraid of playing hard and would put them in the spell drive team if they had magic

- Y/n probably spends a lot of their time at the Savanna Claw Dorm, helping Ruggie, working out with Jack, and talking (bickering) with Leona

Cleo! Yuu

- The change of being in Twisted Wonderland was pretty hard for Y/n, not having their daddy's money and not having any respect like they did in their old world, but it didn't take long for the students of Night Raven to fear them.

- They easily became Crewels favorite, from their sense in fashion to the kindness that they only had for their friends. However, Crewel tends to get frustrated when they turn into a complete diva.

- As soon as they met Vil the two were inseparable. They did skin care together, shopped for new clothes (paid for by Vil), and even started vlogging on Magi-Cam.

-Speaking of Magi-Cam, they grew a following on their rather fast, partly thanks to Vil and partly because people were so interested in Y/n being a mummy

-Half way through the year Y/n was running the school and helping overblotted students without breaking a sweat.

-The Ramshackle dorm had never looked so extravagant, Y/n had to get it redone because it wasn't fit to their standards. (Honestly they probably broke down when they first found out they were staying there)

-A couple of students confessed their love to Y/n but they turned down each one because they were so loyal to their significant other in their original world

Operetta! Yuu

- Y/n loved the Ramshackle dorm, it reminded them of the catacombs of their old school, they were able to restore the building and kept a lot of the original features

- They play music at Mostro Lounge for extra money, because of this Azul and them are relatively close, if Y/n has any information on a student they don't like then they tell Azul

- During book two Y/n was able to shut the Savanna Claw students up so fast

- When Epel starts speaking in his southern accent, Y/n is the only one who can understand him and normally has to help translate

- Speaking of Epel, Y/n and him will play sports together and Y/n might teach him how to fight

- Vargas loves how competitive they are and finds it amusing to watch the magicless students beat up his spell drive team

- They're definitely Teirns favorite mainly because of their accent

[maycat-19-142]

hii, can i pls ask hcs for cleo de nile and clawdeen wolf with touchstarved! enby! afab! reader?? :D (not poly) /pos /nf

- 🌟 anon

Touch starved/PDA headcanons

A/n: Let me know if I missed anything in warnings

⚠️:fluff, affection, pda, cuddles, gender neutral reader

Cleo de Nial

She is also very touch starved

Her family was not touchly or healthy

So she lives for the affection

Will get kinda shocked at first that you are so affection

But she will get used to it quickly

She will put her head on your shoulder no matter your height

100% plays music at night and will dance with you

Slower songs or trending music, she doesn't care

Date nights that end long skin care routines while watching trashy reality TV and cuddling are a must

Clawdeen wolf

So affectionate

Will run up to you and hug you

She is a cuddle monster (pun intended)

Loves movie nights where you sit and cuddle and gossip

She kissing your forehead

Draculara has to tell her to stop random affection because yall are in class

She still in affectionate just less in the faces of others

Will scare anyone that gives you crap about your affection

Her siblings have a love-hate relationship with it

You make her happy, yes, you are super affectionate, yes

Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

[sweet-acidblues]

There are rules, my dear.

Masterlist Here.! OC Lore..!

Fandoms for you °•*⁀➷

Creepypasta {Any chars}

Hamilton {Most chars, just ask}

Mandela Catalogue {Most chars, just ask}

Monster High {Most chars, just ask}

The Outsiders {All chars}

『 Your fandom not here? Ask me about it! I’m willing to give it a look. 』

What’s allowed °•*⁀➷

Just about anything and everything that isn’t listed under “what’s not allowed”, of course.!

GN by default // Fem & Masc are completely okay

Platonic // Romantic // Family

Canon x reader // Canon x Canon // Canon x OC // even OC x OC

Headcanons // Drabbles // Fuller fics (though admittedly less common)

What’s not allowed °•*⁀➷

You know I’d do just about anything for you, my sweet. But even the most loyal must have their boundaries. Now, there’s only three no-goes, so let’s review ‘em, yeah?

Number one: NSFW. But you wouldn’t ask a minor for such a thing anyway, would you?

Number two: Incest. What you are interested in is none of my business, and i wont judge you out loud, but I also wont indulge you on this.

Number three: Zoophilia or pedophilia. I absolutely will judge you on this. Though I’d rather you read it than commit it, I still refuse to participate. Let’s not be hurting anyone, okay?

Anything aside from those? You’re more than likely okay. Nothing wrong with asking, and I’m willing to send you over to a different blog that may be more willing to answer your request.

Requests: always open, for you.

…..

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲… 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐨 {𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫}

“If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno.”

[its1love1y]

Chapter 4: Moonlight, Memories, and Maybe

Cleo de Nile x Reader

It had been two weeks since the group project started—and two weeks since Cleo de Nile had become a fixture in your life.

Not that you were complaining. Okay, maybe at first you were. Working with Cleo was like trying to share a throne with a queen who hadn’t quite decided if you were worthy of court. But somewhere between long nights in the library, half-whispered arguments over formatting, and the strangely quiet moments when her voice softened while explaining ancient hieroglyphs—things had changed.

You weren’t just teammates anymore.

You were… something else.

Tonight, you were back in the library again. Except this time, you weren’t working. Cleo had messaged you with a vague, “Meet me at the back. Wear something warm.” That was it. No explanation. No sass. Just a command that somehow felt more like an invitation.

You found her near the enchanted skylight garden—a strange, hidden room filled with glowing flowers and floating glass orbs that shimmered with stars. The moon above bathed the space in soft silver light.

Cleo stood there with her arms crossed, wearing a long, deep-blue coat trimmed in gold, looking like royalty out of a storybook. When she saw you, she gave a small nod, as if that was all the greeting you needed.

“You came,” she said.

“You told me to.”

She smiled—faint, but real. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

You tilted your head. “You don’t usually doubt yourself.”

She turned, looking up through the glass ceiling. “I don’t. But sometimes… people surprise me.”

You watched her for a long moment, then stepped beside her. “Why did you ask me here?”

Cleo hesitated. “Because I need your help with something. Something not related to the project.”

Your heart skipped. “Okay…”

She pulled something from her pocket—a small parchment scroll, ancient and cracked at the edges. “I found this hidden in one of my father’s old relic chests. It talks about a scarab of lost light. One tied to bloodlines, to memory, to… protection.” Her eyes drifted toward the scarab still hanging around your neck. “I think it’s yours.”

You touched the necklace instinctively. “What does it say?”

“It says there are two parts. Yours… and mine. Bound by history. By fate.”

You looked at her. “Do you believe in that? Fate?”

“I didn’t,” she whispered, “until I met you.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was heavy with something unspoken. Cleo’s expression softened in a way you hadn’t seen before—not even when she laughed quietly at one of your bad puns, or when she admitted she kind of liked your handwriting.

“I’ve spent most of my life being the most important person in the room,” she said. “The leader. The heir. The one everyone expects to be perfect. But with you… it’s like I don’t have to be all that.”

You blinked, surprised. “You don’t have to be perfect, Cleo. Not with me.”

She looked at you for a long time, and the distance between you felt… fragile. Magical.

“I don’t know what this means yet,” she whispered, eyes flicking to your necklace. “But whatever it is, I want to find out. With you.”

Your breath caught.

For a second, all the snark and sarcasm melted away, and it was just her. A girl with ancient power in her blood and uncertainty in her heart, standing beside you in the moonlight.

And you smiled.

“I’m in,” you said quietly. “Whatever this is… I want to figure it out too.”

She nodded once. “Good.”

And then—unexpectedly, shyly—she reached for your hand.

Not to pull you anywhere. Not to demand.

Just to hold it.

And under the silver moonlight, surrounded by stars and secrets, it felt like the beginning of something not written in any scroll.

Something real.

[yandere-wishes]

Monster High Taglist

It's going to be a while before this fic is out. But you guys know the drill. Let me know in the comments if you want to be tagged.

[juneberrie]

MONSTER HIGH CHARACTERS WITH A DITZY!PARTNER

requested || monster high masterlist

───featuring: frankie stein, cleo de nile, draculaura, clawd wolf, clawdeen wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, lagoona blue

FRANKIE STEIN

she's 15 days old

she's also kind of ditzy

its okay!! you guys can figure things out together

and by together i mean that 99% of the time she's gonna ask clawdeen

CLEO DE NILE

sometimes she gets kind of annoyed but its like an eye roll and explain kind of annoyed

a long sigh and she's like "okay so"

she loves you though!!

if anyone else tries to get annoyed by your ditziness she's going to [get someone else to] beat them up

DRACULAURA

another ditzy girl!!!

she's such a sweetheart she'll be like "oh no its okay!! i think its..."

she'll try to explain but then get fed up and ask frankie, who asks clawdeen

CLAWD WOLF

he's kind of like deuce and clawdeen

he's pretty chill about it but he'll get really protective on occasion

type of guy to always have an arm around you or something like that ESPECIALLY if you're somewhere crowded

kind of bad at explaining things but he'd try his best before he gives up and asks clawdeen

CLAWDEEN WOLF

oh she adores you

her best friends are also kind of ditzy so she's used to it

ask her to explain anything and she probably has a preprepared explanation bc 9 times out of 10 drac or frankie have already asked

will absolutely tear anyone to pieces if they make any negative comments about you

she does NOT hold back in arguments its so funny

DEUCE GORGON

he's totally chill about it

he's not a genius but he's not heath levels of stupid

he's definitely the smartest one in his friend group

if you ask him to explain something he'd be like "oh yeah that, um i think it's [xyz]"

def the kind of guy to defend you (let's be real all of the ghouls are but him esp)

HEATH BURNS

y'all are two peas in a pod

well. you're ditzy and he's.... heath (read: stupid)

you could ask him what color the sky is and he'd say "purple" so confidently

actually don't even bother asking him anything tbh

if you did ask he'd be like "hold on <3 CLAWD." and asks him

JACKSON JEKYLL

he's not ditzy but he's ridiculously awkward so he kind of knows how you feel

i genuinely can't think of anything else for him im so sorry

HOLT HYDE

does not care 🙏

he'd probably be like "i dont get it either lmao"

would google it though or ask someone who [he thinks] knows

he's basically like heath (except he doesn't set himself on fire every 3 minutes)

LAGOONA BLUE

she's perf for you

if you ask her anything she'd be like "oh its alright, love, its..."

she's such a sweetheart

if anyone tried to make fun of you she's immediately like "hey no we're not gonna do that" and chews them out <3

[fandomobbsessedb]

You guys should like… go read my new Male! Cleo de Nile x Reader on Wattpad….

@fandomobbsessedb on Wattpad

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Male! Clawdeen x gn! Reader

Prompt- Claws and the reader are having a movie night at his house

They/them pronouns

Fluff

Nickname for the reader-sugar

(F/c) means favorite color

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It was a beautiful night, and within a distance a house with two love birds where getting ready for their monstrous movie night

Those two where Claws and [Name] the two where getting ready with making popcorn, fruit smoothies, and filling a big bowl with m&m's for the two of them alone

Yes alone, this was surprising since this was at Claws's home, and usually there would be the pups, the older siblings, plus the parents.

Though somehow each of them had something to do so that left the couple all by themselves which was great since they had been planning to have a movie night filled with laughter and lots of food in their stomachs

The two did truly planed everything for this night, even matching pj's thanks to Claws being the tailor that he was, had made a set with purple and (f/c) and it had turned out supper shreek a bonus was they where made of silk so supper comfortable

"Hey Claws" called [name] from the other side of the kitchen as they pop the popcorn "yes sugar?" Claws looked back at them with a smile as he poured the smoothies into the cups "you agreed for romcoms right?" They asked "yes sugar, but which one are you putting on first I saw you brought multiple CD's to chose from"

He turned back to the cups and placed down the blender pourer back to its place giving [name] some time to figure out what they wanted to put on first since it wa true that brought a lot of CD movies,the majority being romcoms which they liked the most since they where harmless fun with a cute romance.

Getting the popcorn bags from the microwave [name] walked over granted juggling between the two hot bags "let me help you" Claws quickly grabbed the popcorn bags from put them on the counter and grabbed two more bowls, they would have shared but [Name] would have devoured the bag leaving the poor guy with just a smoothie aswell as possible a few candy bits, which speaking of would be supper good right about now to [Name]

They shook their head and helped Claws  getting a tray for their snacks, they held on the the handels as Claws placed the two's snacks on it, afterwards he gave them a kiss kn the lips making [Name] giggle at their boyfriend's cute antics then started their way to the living room Claws right behind them

Sitting on the big couch [Name] grabbed the CD book and started to look over the options, Claws got close and looked over their shoulder and seeking his arm around [Name] waist gently rubbing their side with his hand making them stop for a second but quickly continued looking over the CD's with a smile on their features, making him snicker as he straightened up next to them

"What about this one?" They held up one to Claws, he examined it and read the tittle "50 first frights, the one with Adam frightner" he looked at them with a smile "that is a good one, made you laugh so hard from that one scene" he nudged [Name]'s shoulder "HAhaha I know, I couldn't help it though! Claws puts his hand on [Name]'s face and leand in and kissed their cheek " I know sugar, now let me put this in the CD player and we'll cuddle" he got up and placed the CD in and sat back down

[Name] pulled the blanket on the two of them and got closer snuggling to him "thanks for organizing this for us" they turned to Claws and kissed him on the lips he hummed withing the kiss sending a low vibration between the two

"Alright let's watch the movie" [Name] ended the kiss making Claws huff but didn't protest instead started to eat his popcorn in unison of [name] eating the candy

Half way of the movie [Name] turned to Claws and decided to lay on top of him, he gladly let them and change is position being under them, he put his hands on their hips and squeeze them softly making [Name] melt into him, he kissed on top of their head "I love you sugar"

A sweet intimate moment between them too add into their couple memories, a bubble of comfort and love just for the two.

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(Hehe did you get the Adam Sandler reference and the movie reference it's one he's in, he's such a great actor btw the movie i used was 50 first dates)

Anyway hope you liked this one! look at me on a role with these oneshots so proud of me haha

Please comment or reblog to let me know you liked it have a wonderful day and stay hydrated

[maxinexstars]

Requests are open-New fandoms

A/N: These fandoms are temporary I might keep them but for now they're temporary

Please read the guidelines before requesting

Alrawabi school for girls

Monster high

[livingdeaddoll31]

7. Hallways And Dorms And A Gorgon, Oh My!

Closing the door softly behind me, I take a deep breath. "I feel weird doing this. I'm literally talking to a wall." I whisper to myself. Rolling my eyes, I look up at the ceiling. "Can you help me find my room?" I ask into the nothingness. The hallway remains silent; no walls move, no magical doors appear. "Um, hello?" I call out. The silence is deafening. Nodding, I shrug a bit. "Cool cool. I'll just find it myself." I sigh, heading down the hallway that splits off in two directions, both halls looking the same. Leaning back, I glance at the room number to my left. "101... I'm 221. Maybe it's on the second floor." I mumble. Shrugging, I turn down the left hallway, glancing at the numbers on the doors. '59? 180? What is this? Bingo?' Continuing to walk down the hall, it splits off again. Sighing, I take the right hallway this time and stop at the closest door. "327?! What the ham and cheese!" I exclaim, throwing my hand up. 

Spinning around to head the other way, I bump into something. "Oof!" Stumbling back, my eyes widen. I tap the wall that appeared in front of me, hoping it's just an illusion and I can go back the way I came. "No, no, no." I say, panic starting to creep in. Whipping around, I quickly walk down the hall, taking a left at the end - the only way to go. "Okay, okay, it's fine. No need to panic." My breathing starts to pick up as every hallway looks the same, and the dorm room numbers continue to bounce around like they're being pulled from a lottery spinner. Feeling my panic shift into anger, I come to a complete stop in the middle of the umpteenth hallway I've turned down. "For flapjacks sake! I just want to find my dorm room!" I yell at the ceiling, more than likely looking like a deranged being. "I asked nicely!" I snap. Letting my trunk thump to the floor, I practically throw myself into a chair in the hallway, crossing my arms. The silence settles as I contemplate my life decisions so far.

"You know what? No." Standing up, I grab my trunk and march towards the end of the hallway. "I'm not giving up!" I exclaim, pointing towards the ceiling. "You will not win! I will find my room!" Swiftly rounding the corner, I crash into another wall and tumble to the floor. My wing knocks down a lamp on an end table and my trunk slams into a chair. A beat of silence passes as I lay on the floor. Tucking my face into my arms, I scream. "For the love of Godric's Hollow!" A chuckle pulls me from my short moment of rage. I go quiet and slowly look up. 'Wait, walls don't wear sneakers...' My eyes continue to travel towards the source of the sound. 'Or a green jacke-no... it can't be... oh sh-' My eyes widen as they meet vibrant green ones, hidden behind tinted glasses. "You again?" I ask out loud before my mind could reason with my mouth. There, in all his green glory, stood Deuce Gorgon. 

"You okay?" Deuce asks with a small laugh as he holds a hand out to me. His sleeve slides up, revealing green scales lightly dusting the inside of his wrist. Sighing, I take his hand, allowing him to help me stand. "If I'm being honest, not really." I brush the imaginary dust off my clothes. "I am completely lost and I think this school has a vendetta against me. I can't even find my dorm room." I explain, looking up into his eyes, my cheeks turning slightly pink. He smiles as a small snake slithers out of his beanie, studying me with a tilt of its head before slithering back in. "Don't worry, we'll find your room." My wings ruffle a bit and he glances at them. "I'm Deuce by the way. Deuce Gorgon." He holds a hand out for me to shake. "So I've heard. Headmistress Bloodgood isn't exactly quiet." I smile and shake his hand, feeling a small spark. "Y/n Forrest. Freshman. Not the best with directions." He laughs, tucking his hands into his pockets and nods his head down the hall. "Common. What's your room number?" I walk over and grab my trunk from the floor, pulling the slightly crumpled paper with my dorm number from my pocket. My breath is caught in my throat as he leans close to look at the paper. Clearing my throat, I glance up at him. "Um, room 221." He nods, his smile on the verge of turning into a smirk.

We walk in peaceful silence, turning down hallways that look the same and room numbers that are never in order. "It's pretty bad when the monster I nearly mowed down... twice... has to help me find my dorm room." I say with a grimace. He chuckles, looking over at me. "Honestly? I don't mind." He shrugs. "Gives me a reason to walk with you." My eyes widen and the heat immediately creeps up on my face. Before I can respond, he stops outside a door. I look up at the faint numbers scrawled above on the metal plate. "Dorm room 221." Deuce says with a small gesture, leaning against the wall next to it. Looking around the hallway, I stare dumbfounded at the dorm room next to mine. "118." He glances behind him at the room before turning back to me. "Uh, yeah. What's wrong?" I point to my door. "This is my room." He nods slowly, looking confused. "That is my little sister's room." I pause, looking back and forth between the rooms like it would suddenly make sense. "I swear this room was not here!" I exclaim. "Maybe that's why the school didn't help me find my room... because it was right here." I say to myself. 

I glance over at Deuce to see him trying to keep a straight face. Bumping him with my wing, he raises his hands in surrender, a smile taking over his features as he lets out a quiet chuckle. A bell rings out from the intercom system and Deuce clicks his tongue. "Curfew bell. Looks like you made it just in time, wings." I raise an eyebrow at the nickname. Smiling, he pushes off the wall and takes a step closer, looking down at me. I feel my cheeks start to heat up yet again and a weird, fluttery feeling in my stomach. "I'll see you tomorrow... y/n." He turns and starts to walk down the hallway. Glancing back over his shoulder at me, his smile widens, small fangs appearing. "Try not to get lost." He playfully winks and continues down the hall, out of sight. I let out a choked breath and turn to the door, twisting the handle. "Oh my Glinda, that was... wow." I whisper to myself, slowly pushing the door open to not disturb the other monsters in the room.

Quietly creeping in, I gently shut the door behind me, turning back to survey the room. My eyes widen, my jaw drops, and my trunk thumps to the floor. I'm completely frozen, in awe of the room before me. My room. Literally. Mine. Taking slow steps into the room, I spin around, trying to take in everything I could. On the left side of the room is a bed with lots of soft, fluffy pillows and blankets, a small dresser, and a bookshelf. On the right side, there's a cozy chair with a small footstool, a large circular mirror hanging on the wall, and a coffee table with lit candles. 'Are those... magic?' I hum in thought. Tucked away in the far right corner is a mini kitchen, equipped with a stove, an oven, shelves lined with ingredients, and drawers filled with cooking and baking necessities. The whole room is tied together with plants of all kinds; some draped across the ceiling, some set on shelves and small stands, and vines growing up the walls. Mixed with the plants are tiny fairy lights, creating a glow off the leaves, reminding me of my magic.

"Holy guacamole... I guess the school does tailor the rooms for us." Picking up my trunk, I set it on the bed and pop the latches, opening the lid. A white snake peers up at me from a glass terrarium with an unimpressed look. "I'm sorry! It's not my fault I got lost!" I explain, gently picking up the enclosure and setting it on my desk. Opening the top, I leave Chloe to explore on her own. "Geez, cut me some slack." Rolling my eyes, I tuck my wings in and slip off my backpack, setting it on the desk next to the terrarium with Chloe still staring me down like I committed the most heinous crime. I let out a sigh and walk back to the trunk, unpacking everything. Reaching into the trunk with both hands, I heave out a stack of my witchcraft books... 13 to be exact. "Hopefully they don't check our rooms." I mumble to myself, adding them to the bookshelf one by one.

Humming softly, I grab my phone and call Dad. The line doesn't even have a chance to ring once before it's picked up, and his face appears on the screen. "Hello?!" Dad calls out excitedly. "Hi Dad." I giggle at his excitement, sitting cross-legged on my bed. "Hey honey! How's it going? How's the school? How are the monsters?" He asks rapid-fire questions, his phone shifting to an awkward angle. "Whoa whoa, calm down, Dad!" I laugh. "Fix the camera! I can't even see your face anymore!" I giggle as the phone is moved around. His face appears on the screen again. "It's going good. The school is good. I had a bit of trouble finding my room but this uh, really sweet monster helped me out." I trail off as my thoughts drift to Deuce. "Mhm... and is this monster cute?" Dad smirks as I pale at his question. "Dad!" He just laughs at my reddening cheeks. "Well it's good to hear from you, honey. I just spoke to Clawdeen, too. Even though she's there, she still says 'Hi'." He smiles as I laugh and nod. "Alright Dad, I gotta go finish unpacking and make some cookies." His smile fades at that. "Are you really doing okay, honey? You love to bake, but you also bake when you're nervous." He asks softly. I smile softly. "I'm good, Dad. Just, new school, new peo- er monsters, it's just a little overwhelming, but I'll be okay. I promise." He gives me a look but sighs, nodding his head. "Okay. I love you, kiddo." He smiles softly. "I love you too, Dad." I smile and the screen goes blank as the call ends.

Sighing, I stand up and head to the dresser, pulling out a pair of gray sweats, a green tanktop, and my bear slippers, courtesy of Clawdeen. Swiftly changing clothes, I head over to the mini kitchen. "Time to bake some cookies." Walking over to the bookshelf, I run my finger over the titles before finding the one I'm looking for. "Necronomnomnom, Recipes and Rites from the Lore of H.P. Lovecraft." I pull bowls, mixers, and ingredients from the cabinets, a certain Gorgon still lingering in the back of my mind. "I wonder if he likes cookies?" I ask myself, slowly getting lost in the sweetness of baking, green eyes still lingering in the back of my mind.