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[Call of Your Name]

Synopsis: You noticed that Floyd doesn't call you Shrimpy anymore.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Floyd Leech x Reader

The first time Floyd called you by your name, it had given you whiplash. Part of it was because you had never heard the tall eel-mer say your name before, much less scream it from across the courtyard. It felt oddly natural, the way it escaped his lips in that cheery way he always spoke.

But the other part was because he had practically bulldozed through you and your group of friends to scoop you in his arms, eliciting panicked yelps and bewildered expressions from everyone—including Ace, who had recovered the fastest and carried a sort of subdued smile, almost as if this was the last time he’ll ever see you again. You couldn’t hold back cursing at him when Floyd carried you away with a maniacal cackle. 

The fact that Floyd didn’t call you by his sea life-themed nickname had quickly disappeared from your mind. No, you were too busy laughing as the eel had nearly face-planted rounding a corner too fast.

The second time Floyd called you by your name, you were still taken aback. When Floyd had said it this time around, you were on your way to your first period alone as Grim was forced to take an early morning remedial lesson with Professor Trein. The mer had scared you by suddenly draping his much bigger form over your body, nearly making you crumple under his weight with a strangled yelp all while Jade stood by his side with an amused smile. You barely had a chance to shoot the vice-housewarden a glare when the taller twin unceremoniously dumped a lunchbox bundled in a cute eel cloth in your shaky arms. 

“Here, Jade made a bunch of mushroom dishes, but I don’t wanna eat it,” He explained with a disgusted grimace upon seeing your confused appearance. Jade let out a chuckle, raising a curved finger to his lips to hide his sharpened teeth.

“This past excursion was rather bountiful,” The eel visibly preened. He must’ve noticed the wariness in your stare cause Jade simply placed a hand on his chest with a grin that was a little too wide for your liking. “Do not worry. There isn’t anything too harmful, but do let me know if you experience any side effects,” 

“You’ll eat it all up, won’t you?” The way Floyd spoke made it sound like it was less of a question and more of a demand, but you were too focused on how he said your name once more. It easily slipped in at the end, where his usual “Shrimpy” would’ve been in that sunny tone that stirred something inside of you. 

And judging by Jade’s countenance, he noticed the change too. Despite him still carrying a perfectly polite expression on his face, there was a noticeable widening of his eyes and sudden stillness that told you he was just as stunned as you were. However, it disappeared shortly afterwards and his lips stretched wider into something much sharper that sent chills down your spine. But before you could comment on it, Floyd had dragged Jade away with a dazzling smile and an enthusiastic wave over his shoulder.

The third time Floyd called you by your name, you were determined to ask about it. It was unfortunately one of the times where the eel had swooped in and deemed that if he was going to be stuck at Mostro Lounge, then you were going to be there too. 

Floyd was oddly compliant working that day, perhaps in one of his favorable good moods. He had sat you in a booth and walked away into the kitchen for several minutes. When you had started to question if you had been abandoned or not, Floyd had returned with a rather scrumptious looking dish. He set it before you with a flourish of his hands and expectant glimmer in his gaze that practically insisted you to take a bite. So when you did, Floyd’s already happy demeanor grew brighter. He had practically crooned your name as he leaned down to nuzzle the crown of your head.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You began after swallowing your bite, your eyes shooting upwards. Floyd hummed in response, the vibrations rumbled nicely against you, but you ignored it in favor of finally getting an answer to your burning question. “Why did you start using my name instead of Shrimpy?” “Huh?” Floyd had pulled back with a curious blink. The moray eel stared at you for a moment, and there was something flickering in his dual-colored hues before a wide grin broke out across his face. With a barking laugh, Floyd reached out to pat your head, akin to petting a dog for doing something cute. “‘Cause that’s your name, duh! You’re so silly!”

And then he walked away, effectively ending the conversation without a second thought. Unfortunately for you, Floyd’s response had very much not answered your question—Though it was a pretty standard Floyd reply if you had ever heard of one.

So with a long sigh, you had returned to your meal, shoving another spoonful into your mouth. As you chewed, you noticed Jade approaching your table with a colorful fizzy drink in hand. The eel nodded politely at you as he set down the glass within your reach.

“Here you go, prefect,” Jade said smoothly with a smile that had an ominous tinge to it. The sight had you scooting further away from the brother, but Jade took a step forward in tandem with your movement. “You know, Floyd has always given people his endearing nicknames, ever since we were young elvers. When we first met Azul, he had dubbed him ‘Octy’,”

“But he doesn’t call him that anymore,” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion while you peered up at the tall eel-mer. His predatory leer had long honed in on you, his golden eye seemingly gleamed underneath the lounge’s violet and blue lights.

“No, he doesn’t,” 

“Why?”

“In Floyd’s words, “Azul is Azul”. Thus, there is no need for a nickname for him,” He responded, an amused air radiating around him. “Perhaps to him, you’re just you,” 

“What does that mean?” You groaned, falling back into your seat with a huff. As always, Jade was acting both cryptic and smug—a wicked combination that could only belong to the cunning Leech. And it seemed to be at your expense, judging by the chuckle that he released; one that he wanted you to know he was laughing at you. 

“Though you do end up doing incredibly idiotic things at times—” Jade started, ignoring your indignant sputtering. “I would like to think you, yourself, aren’t so stupid,” 

“That’s not exactly a compliment, Jade,” You said, dryly. Jade’s smile spanned across his face. 

“I never said it was,” Jade said, pleasantly. Your frown deepened at his words, but perhaps he finally took pity on your poor, unfortunate soul because his gloved hand came to rest on your shoulder. “My dear brother tends to wear his heart on his sleeve. I suggest you take the time to observe it,”

There was a particular knowing look in his eyes that had you nodding, taking his advice to heart. 

The fourth time Floyd called you by name, it was during one of his bad moods. Azul was the one that called you. Apparently, it was a particularly bad day for Floyd, though the housewarden didn’t go into too much detail. 

Why did he call you? That you couldn’t say, but you still stood up from your ramshackle couch, told Grim you’d be back, and made your way to Octavinelle. You breezed past the Mostro Lounge and headed straight to the dorm’s pool. After knocking and not receiving a response, you entered the room.

The lights were dimmed, but it was just enough for you to make your way to the pool’s edge. You slipped off your shoes and socks and dipped your feet into the cool waters, watching the ripples disturbed the surface. The pool was dark and inky, almost mirroring the bottom of the Coral Sea. You couldn’t make out anything in the murky depths, but you knew you weren’t alone. 

“Hello…?” You called out, yet nothing happened for a handful of seconds. Your voice echoed off the tiled walls and there was a solemn silence that hung instead. 

Then there was a little ripple that broke the calm waters. It was a little away from you, but you noticed strands of teal hair and Floyd’s golden and olive gray hues emerging from the depths. Even with his face scrunched in a nasty scowl, he was still breathtakingly beautiful in his merform.

“Go away,” Floyd growled, the sound very unlike how it usually was. Instead of it being high and lilting, it was low and full of barely restrained anger. “Not in the mood, and I don’t wanna take it out on ya,” 

In spite of his foul mood, the way he spoke your name was surprisingly kind, almost as if he didn’t want to taint your name. And that was enough to have your heart stuttering in your chest and Jade’s words echoing in your head. 

Floyd truly did wear his heart on his sleeve.

“Well, I don’t want to leave,” You spoke softly, never once looking away from him. “We don’t have to do anything, but I’d like to sit here with you,”

For a few moments, Floyd was eerily still, just staring straight into your eyes. Whatever he found in your gaze had his scowl softening, and he sank back into the pool. Not a beat later did Floyd’s long arms emerge from the water and coiled around your waist. The eel slithered his upper body out of the pool shortly afterwards, his fins fluttering as he rested his head on your lap. He was dripping water onto your clothes, but you didn’t mind. 

Instead, you raised your hand to rake your fingernails against his scalp, displacing his damp strands. There was a low hum that came from him and the tight tension built into Floyd’s body slowly ebbed away. You don’t know how long you sat there in silence, giving Floyd head rubs. With how even his breath was and how slack his form became, you would’ve assumed he had fallen asleep if it weren’t for his unblinking eyes staring up at you. 

“You’re too nice,” Floyd had broken the silence with a steady tone and a squeeze of your waist. His golden eye glowed rather enchantingly, capturing your attention like prey to an anglerfish’s lure. “Someone’s gonna take advantage of ya,” 

“Maybe,” You hummed in response while your hand drifted down to cup his face. Your thumb ghosted the facial markings on his cheek that smoothed over his shimmering scales, earning another charming hum from him. “But you wouldn’t let them, right?” 

Finally, Floyd blinked. Then he laughed. It wasn’t sharp or biting—No, it was high-pitched and breathy, the same, familiar way that told you he found something incredibly amusing. And it was the same one that made everything else disappear and cause your face to break out into a smile. 

Slowly, his laughter softened into tiny chuckles. Floyd pulled himself further out of the water to nuzzle against your stomach. His arms tightened more around your waist, staying perfectly firm and not overly tight.

“Nah, I’d bite them if they tried,” He replied and tilted his head upwards. The mer gnashed his pointy teeth together, making an exaggerated biting motion that had you giggling at the sight with a flurry of butterflies in your stomach. 

And you whole-heartedly believed him. After all, how could you not when he said it with such a sweet and honest gaze? 

So, the fifth time Floyd called you by your name, it had all clicked. Classes had just released for the day, and you were walking down the hall by yourself. Deuce had plans to meet up with Cater to help fix an amp for the Pop Music Club, Ace left to participate in a croquet tournament at Riddle’s behest, and Grim had bolted to the cafeteria for an afternoon snack. 

As you had no real plans, aside from some homework sheets that were due in a few days, you were in no rush to get back to the Ramshackle dorm. So you were okay with clinging to the side of the hallway, standing next to one of the many open windows as other students left their classes and made their way to club rooms or the Hall of Mirrors. The hallway was rather crowded, and you were more than happy to not get squished in between the numerous bodies. 

Among the sea of students, you spotted a flash of teal that stood much taller than most of the student body. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you noticed the laid-back expression on Floyd’s face. His eyes drifted across the hall lazily before landing on you off to the side. There was a noticeable shift in his demeanor, and he physically perked up once your eyes connected.

He yelled your name so loudly, startling the nearby students around him. To many, it would’ve been terrifying watching the tall moray eel make a bee-line towards them, but you rather enjoyed it. In spite of the fearful students scampering to get out of his way, you would say Floyd looked downright endearing.

And in that moment, watching Floyd with his giddy grin and outstretched arms, everything had suddenly fallen into place. It was by all means a usual sight, yet something just clicked for you. The reason why he called you by your name suddenly made sense, and you could feel your adoration towards him nearly bursting at the seams. 

So, as he was a few feet from you, you extended your arms to the sides, fully ready for the incoming hug. 

“Floyd!” His name left your lips in the manner yours did from his: Natural, sunny, and kind. And you can see that something tender shifted heterochromatic hues before he scooped you into his arms. His hold was unyielding yet wholly him as he practically swung you around, making the hallway and nearby students turn into streaks of colors. But you didn’t mind at all.

Because to you, Floyd was Floyd, and that was all you needed.

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Prompt: Idia pulled for your main. The one you lost at full pity. Idia betrays the bro-code for gatcha buddies. Smite him.

Pairing : Idia x Reader

A/N: Loosely based on true events and the dynamic I’ve made for Idia and my Yuu. Aka. Paranoia x Paranoia and Jerk x Jerk. Slight ‘crack’ vibes. Post CH-6. I’ll fix the formatting and add the usual links tomorrow. I wrote this in one sitting on pure fumes. Was going to be an animation but I’m already drawing something else rn smh.

“….is that Nico?”

Idia grins, sharp. “Yeah.”

He easily maneuvers through the character menu, making note of what materials to farm and his inventory.

Your eyes narrow. Knowing damn well this hermit pre-farms his characters to the max.

“You pulled him?”

“Yeah.”

“When?”

“Last night,” he answers, smug. You can smell the hound dog undertones in that insufferable fucking grin. Because you’d been farming for what - a week now? Scrounging the last pull after going to full pity and losing. Limited on time because you can’t catch a break.

Meanwhile this fucker don’t touch grass for what?

“YOU DON’T EVEN LIKE HIM WHAT THE FUCK???”

“Whehehe - he came early too ROTFL!!! Should I main him?” He leans forward, wiggling his brows for good measure. Taunting you with his gatcha money. His ill gotten gatcha security.

“Should I kill you?”

“Should I C6?”

“THAT IT! GET YOUR SCRAWNY BUTT OVER HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN”

“aH -“

Idia screeched when you grabbed him out of criss-cross by the ankles. The controller goes flying with the game map being sent to spin. He hadn’t time to pause because you were on him like the spirit of WWE possessed.

Hands flail. Punches thrown. Limbs? Nearly dislocated.

Incomprehensible screeching rips past those wind pipes which just didn’t know when to quit early. He tries to push back with one of the flat pillows in reach but you’re quicker, grabbing it up and smothering those blue flames until they were snuffed out.

Idia chokes on his own spit, nearly bites his tongue when calling for Ortho. Wouldn’t be the first time. Definitely won’t be the last.

“APOLOGIZE!”

“WHA -“

“APOLOGIZE FOR STEALING HIM!”

He sputters, as if he has no idea what he did wrong.

“YOU’RE CRAZY!! IT’S DUMB LUCK!!”

“YOU STOLL MY MAN YOU JERK!”

Everyone knows that there are rituals. Things you don’t do. The gatcha gods always give you that one character you want for any other reason but to main them. He wanted to spite you. He wanted to be petty. He stole your main.

This noob once made you sit OUTSIDE the dorm. Not even outside the room. He made you sit on the front stoop of Ignihyde, because he was pulling for the new meta support and needed everything perfect. Silence. An open slot in his team. Do the pulls at the character’s favorite location. Your shit normie luck far away from him -

“SAY UNCLE YOU HYPOCRITE !”

You pin him by those boney ass shoulder blades, hovering inches over him with the pillow in a death grip. He tenses with nowhere to hide as your legs straddle him down.

You wouldn’t kill him. No.

“DROP DEAD NORMIE -“ he screams.

“SAY. IT!”

“TOUCH GRASS!”

“TOUCH A TIT -“

“THAT DOESNT EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE ????”

His lips pull and pinch together between those pointed teeth.

Defiant?

Fine.

“I’LL SPIT ON YOU!”

Your throat gurgles and cracks as you hanger up a good lugie. Smug grin pulling over your own crazed eyes. Chest heaving as you raise your weapon high. You’d get him this time and then jump out one of the windows before the deed could be traced. Not like you’ve any strict identification here anyway.

“LAST CHANCE!”

Idia grimaces below you, stretching back into the floor but there’s no where to go. His hair flickers with pink and purple hues for a brief second. He looks almost uncomfortable.

Sucker.

You lean forward, taking your sweet time. His pupils shrink the size of dots - whatever distraction in his head silences on point - because you’re not bluffing

Frozen no more, his palm pushes your chin back. Though not far enough.

“o-o-O-O-ORTHOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

Legend says, Idia’s screams can still be heard every time a gatcha pull is done on Ignihyde grounds.

———

Meanwhile in Ortho’s dorm.

“…isn’t that your brother?”

The room’s three occupants startle in sync. Ortho and one of his fellow freshmen return to setting up their game as usual. The third, a gues from board game club, asks if they should go see if whoever’s being “murdered” is okay.

“Oh - ! No. This happens every week when MC visits. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Ortho’s room-mate nods, only grimacing for a brief second when another scream erupts.

“MC? You mean the one from Ramshackle?”

Ortho nods, “Yes! They come to play games often! It’s so nice that brother finally has a friend, so I like to give them privacy to bond!”

“You get used to it. We can turn on the sound-proof screen if you want,” his roommate offers.

Another scream. This one less pitchy and more of a ghostly wail.

“I-I see…”

This time none of them flinch. Not another word on the topic is spoken. The three enjoy their game to the fullest until one of Ortho’s notifications sound, and he excuses himself to collect ‘details’ (the remains) of his brother’s evening.

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Being bit of an OC shy when it comes to TWST, not sure why, but here is Chioní "Kiki" Ceres who I shamelessly paired with Idia.

TWST Tag Team: @windalchemist001 @twstsandturns @the-trinket-witch @katriniac

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Hello~! Found your writings recently and i LOVED IT!!

May i suggest a Leona x Reader? (Reader is a non binary ty!)

Reader is a very calm person,like,VERY calm. Well except when their bf flirted them out of nowhere or them reacting to many situation…They could get really playful and cheerful but that only happen to ppl who know them for a long time! They’re also very good at teasing and flirting for some reason..lol

Ehehe i think that’s all abt reader! You can add more to your likings or something~! Thank you :3!

Play with fire, get burned (or kissed)

✦gn!reader

✦Leona x Reader

✦”You weren’t a flame. You were smoke. Slow, creeping, and dangerous if inhaled too deeply. And Leona? Oh boy… Leona inhaled.”

It was common knowledge around NRC that you were calm.

So calm, in fact, that the ghosts in Ramshackle once referred to you as a “walking peace.” You didn’t raise your voice. You didn’t flinch when Deuce broke a window. You didn’t even blink when Grim caught fire trying to cook marshmallows.Some students joked you were half stone.

But Leona Kingscholar knew better.

You weren’t cold. You were just quiet. And in that quiet lived all sorts of things: patience, slow smiles, and a teasing streak. Leona found out the first time he flirted with you.

“You always look so composed,” he drawled, leaning lazily against your desk one evening. “But I bet you’d make some real interesting sounds if someone got you to loosen up a bit.”

You didn’t blink. You didn’t even blush. You just closed your book, stood up, leaned in and said in a soft, unreadable voice “Wanna try your luck, Kingscholar?”

That was the first time he blushed. And from then on, it became a game.

Leona would purr sweet nothings in your ear between classes, and you’d whisper something twice as bold back, wearing a soft little smile like it wasn’t verbal arson. He’d call you “herbivore” with mock irritation, and you’d calmly call him “king of trying too hard” with that same gentle voice that left him twitching.

You weren’t a flame. You were smoke. Slow, creeping, and dangerous if inhaled too deeply.

And Leona? Oh boy… Leona inhaled.

One afternoon, you sat on the grass near the greenhouse, reading as the sun bathed your face. Leona had been watching you, waiting. He leapt down with a stretch and walked up beside you, hands in his pockets, tail flicking lazily.

“You always sit in the same spot,” he murmured, casting a shadow over your page. “Might start thinking you’re waiting for me.”

You didn’t look up. “I sit here because it’s sunny.”

“Then maybe I’ll start napping here.”

You flipped a page. “Mmm. Just don’t drool on me.”

Leona narrowed his eyes. He crouched, plucked the book from your hands, and tossed it aside.

You raised a brow. “I was reading that.”

“And it was boring.”

“So you want me to entertain you?” you asked, calm as ever.

He leaned in close, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I want you to smile like you did yesterday. The one you only give me.”

There it was. Somehow he became your sweet spot. A twitch of your lips. A sparkle in your eye. Your body relaxed, spine curving as you looked at him with a glint of affection and mischief. “Mm. You trying to earn kisses today, Kingscholar?”

He snorted. “You offering?”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

Leona groaned, flopping into your lap like a cat claiming territory. You let him. “You drive me crazy, y’know that?”

You carded your fingers through his hair. “You like crazy. That’s why you like me.”

Later that evening, when Ruggie passed by the greenhouse and saw Leona snoozing in your lap, your hand still resting in his hair, your book half forgotten,he blinked in disbelief. “Huh… never thought I’d see the day Leona got tamed.”

You looked up at him with your usual soft gaze and smiled. “Tamed? Oh no. He’s still got claws. I just like keeping them close.”

Ruggie backed off slowly, spooked by the smile.

Leona mumbled sleepily. “Herbivore… you gonna get me in trouble.”

You leaned down and kissed the tip of his ear. “Then you should beg for my mercy.”

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I hope you like it! Maybe I went a little overboard with the flirting idk😭

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セバスチャン

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nurse casper is here to give everyone their shots 💉

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Traditional Cove Holden art!! I haven't colored in a while ( ´Д｀)=3

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HEARTSHAPED CHOCOLATES

☆彡 in which you gift jamil a valentine and things get complicated

jamil viper x gn!reader

word counter: 3.1K

warnings: reader is prefect, possible ooc, miscommunication (kinda), descriptions of servitude

a/n: i wrote this at 2AM but i think it's really cute. i’m definitely biased because jamil is my favorite and i do NOT have any valentines this year whatsoever 😭

i hope you enjoy!! :>

Jamil wiped down the counter with a frustrated sigh. Kalim had, once again, gone behind his word and threw a last-minute party. One that Jamil had to do a majority of the work for. And now here he was, cleaning up after the incompetent boy.

Nothing he wasn't used to, but upsetting nonetheless. Though, he supposed that he’d be lying to himself if he claimed it was the only reason he felt bitter. His eyes flickered toward a calendar that hung on the kitchen wall of Scarabia.

Tomorrow, it’d officially be Valentine's Day.

Now, most NRC students were as single as could be for a variety of reasons— being a celebrity, focusing on grades, etc. Jamil fell under the category of being too busy. So many, much more important matters were always fighting for his attention. And a lot of them are related to Kalim in some way or form.

Being a destined servant to the Al Asim household wasn't an ideal situation. Plain and simple. Especially when it came to romantic relationships.

In middle school, young Jamil had a few girls he was interested in. However, all hopes of those crushes blooming into anything more died when they witnessed Jamil and his family bowing down to Kalim.

It's difficult to explain his role to his peers. Of course, the older he got the easier it became. But for most of his childhood, it was extremely embarrassing to have to say that he was to devote his life to serving the Al Asim family forever.

It was humiliating, giving leeway for others his age to look down on him. Now it wasn't just Kalim who he was lesser than. It was everyone. And it was hardly fair. Jamil was smarter than all of them combined.

He caught on to things quickly and was easily adaptable. When learning magic, his movement was calculated and precise. Yet, because of his last name, the respect he deserved was never given… Needless to say, he never pursued any more crushes.

By the time he was enrolled in NRC, romance no longer seemed plausible for his lifestyle. He wouldn't be able to devote so much time to another person other than Kalim anyway. That man-child can barely do anything on his own to save his life.

Jamil was convinced he’d spend the rest of his youth alone, only really finding a potential partner once he was free from the chains of servitude.

…And then you showed up at NRC.

You and your stupid soft eyes; that genuine empathy you carried on your sleeve. It's idiotic, really. You were bound to get taken advantage of in a school like this. Against his better judgment, Jamil felt drawn to you.

Despite being magicless and from a whole other world, you seemed to understand and empathize with his struggles better than those he had grown up with. And you weren't just all bark, no bite. You helped out a lot.

Many can just say that they feel sorry for Jamil, yet stand idly by as he served Kalim. You, however, saw him through his overblot. Instead of moving on, you forced him to communicate with Kalim about how he was feeling. It would've been so easy to fall back into the status quo, yet you stayed and improved his life for the better.

He’ll never quite get how one person could leave such a big impact.

You eased his worries about servitude. Being around you was naturally calming. It didn't feel like he had to babysit when he spent time with you. In fact, he felt as though he was learning new things— about both himself and others— every day with you.

The feeling scared him to his soul.

It was terrifying to be this addicted to another person’s presence. He wasn't used to having someone to look forward to: someone he wanted to be around all the time.

Jamil didn't know whether or not to pursue you. The last thing he wanted was to drag you into more of his messes… however, you seemed to frequently do that yourself, choosing to be involved for his sake. He was truly infatuated.

Despite it all, he refused to make a move.

You weren't from this world and all too soon he was sure you’d find a way back to where you were meant to be. It’d be selfish of him to pursue you, trapping you in a place you didn't belong. He knows the feeling of being trapped all too well after all.

There were no telltale signs you’d be interested in him back anyway. You were friendly with all and close to many. Who’s to say one of those fancy princes or endearingly dumb freshmen isn’t the one who’s captured your heart?

He purposely doesn't stand out, unlike some other students. Jamil assumed this put him at a natural disadvantage.

Assumed being the keyword.

Of course you, always breaking his expectations, had to crumble his thoughts by gifting him chocolates.

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“Jamil?”

His eyes moved from his textbook to you in a second. He raised a brow as he watched you stare at him with an unrecognizable glint in your eyes. “Did you need help with something, Prefect?”

Those words made you perk up, grounding you back in reality. “No! No. I’m fine. Just…”

Clearing your throat, you put down your pencil. The homework in front of you was long forgotten as you focused your attention mainly on Jamil— much to his confusion.

“Do… Do you have any plans for Valentine's Day?” You cautiously asked, looking at him intently.

He furrowed his brows at the question, thinking it over. “Kalim will most definitely want to throw a party for the occasion. I'll be in charge of the decorations, cooking, and— well, everything as per usual.”

Jamil answered truthfully, not seeing much of a reason not to. Yet, he felt like he answered wrong as his eyes met your deflated gaze.

“Got it… Yeah, that makes sense…”

Before he could invite you to the party— you’re one of the only people he’d happily cook for— you messily started scouring through your bag.

He observed you curiously, mentally noting that he should help you clean out your backpack sometime. I mean, the amount of loose papers you have in there is absurd—

“Here.”

His mind goes quiet as you pull out a small, heart-shaped box and slide it toward him. Jamil looks at you like you are crazy, making you chuckle.

“I was hoping to give it to you on Valentine's Day, if you're busy then, I’d rather do it now and save you the trouble.” How thoughtful of you… His shock was transparent as he struggled to form words.

You didn't know whether or not to take that positively or negatively.

“Uhh—” It was awkward, the air was tense as you swiftly stood up. You flashed him a nervous smile. “I should go check up on Grim… Good seeing you?”

Jamil had never felt more scatterbrained. So many thoughts racing at once. Yet so little came out of his mouth.

“Good seeing you too, Prefect.”

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He never did invite you, did he?

Jamil sighs at his ridiculousness. In the back of his mind, he tried to justify it.

The party wouldn't be ideal for you to come to anyway, he’d be working the majority of the time. He doubts you’d enjoy yourself. It might be awkward for you to even come after that exchange.

However, deep down, he knew he should've said something. Anything. Instead, he just let you leave with unsure thoughts.

Jamil didn't want to leave this be. He wanted to make it right. But with so little time, he was stuck.

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Valentines arrived unreasonably fast, causing him to frown. The students of Scarabia could sense something was wrong, but no one had the guts. Well, no one except…

“Jamil? Are you mad?” Kalim innocently asked.

Although you made Jamil talk out a lot of his issues with Kalim, the white-haired boy’s voice still irked him to his soul.

“No. What makes you say that?” The Viper responded, keeping his tone neutral and calm.

Nonetheless, Kalim squinted at him with a pout.

“Is this about the Prefect?”

He nearly choked on his spit. “Excuse me?”

“Well, you guys like each other, right? Did you fight over something? Aww, I’m sorry if an argument broke out right before Valentine's.”

Jamil shook his head with an annoyed scoff, giving Kalim an unamused look.

“No, what—? Rewind. What makes you think we like each other?”

Kalim tilted his head like a lost puppy. It only served to frustrate Jamil further.

“Is it not obvious? You’re way happier around them than anyone else!”

Not that anyone pointed it out, but Jamil would undoubtedly deny the way his cheeks heated up at that statement.

“We’re not seeing each other romantically. Neither do we think of one another that way…”

He regretted letting his sentence trail and thinking aloud. Whenever it came to you, he was much less organized than he liked.

“…Well, sort of.” Although he merely mumbled these three words, that was all it took for Kalim to spring up ecstatically.

“Oh! So you like them but you haven't confessed? You can do it at today's party! I’ll invite them right now!” “What! No— Kalim, slow down!”

Jamil had to physically grab the other hot by his shoulders to keep him from bouncing away.

“I'm not ‘confessing’ at this party today, or any time soon.”

That lost puppy looked returned to Kalim’s face. Although he had seen it a few minutes ago, it still pissed him off all the same.

“Why not?”

Because he didn't know how to; plain and simple. Jamil for sure didn't want to have his ‘confession’ be too big. He’d hate for himself to come off as ingenuine to you.

Not to mention, Kalim and his antics have more or less ruined any big, dramatic gestures for him. Jamil can't help but find them corny and tacky now.

However, he didn't want to do something too small. A simple note won’t cut it for him. You deserve more. What exactly that entailed, he didn't know.

“Because I don’t want to.” Jamil unenthusiastically answered. He cut off Kalim before he could speak up. “No more questions.”

Not wanting to entertain this conversation any longer, Jamil walked away. Right. He had other, more pressing matters to worry about. Party preparations.

Food, decorations, music, lighting…

Damn it, why won’t you leave his mind?

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The party, thankfully, went smoothly. Guests were enjoying themselves, there was enough food for everyone, and Kalim was too distracted by a few people to bother him. Letting out a relieved sigh, Jamil leaned against the wall behind him. His eyes wandered around as he started people-watching.

It was important to stay alert when it came to the people at these parties. He had to make sure no one had harmful intentions towards the young Al Asim. Though, as he should've expected, there were many couples here tonight.

Seems like a lot of Scarabian students brought their off-campus lovers here. Jamil can only hope Crowley doesn't chastise them too harshly for doing so.

He perks up as a slow song plays over the party. The lights are adjusted to dim and soon enough, practically everyone was on the dance floor. Couples, friends, strangers, talking stages— you name it.

It’s no surprise Jamil seemed drawn to the dance aspect of this part of the night. Even if he tried to hide it at times, his passion for the art of dancing always had its way of shining through. He glanced through the crowd to see if there was anyone without a partner.

Thankfully for him, it wasn't too hard to spot someone. These types of parties were always bound to have a few wallflowers. As he made his way through the crowd toward the one he had his eye on, he couldn't help but hear a couple of voices over the music.

“Ace, you little—!” That was all Jamil could make out before he felt a person suddenly collide with him. It didn't hurt or anything, and Jamil had enough sense to gauge it was most likely a mistake—

“Uh, hi.”

He didn't expect to turn around and be met with the sight of you. An embarrassed look sat upon your face as you fidgeted with the ends of your clothes.

“Hey.” Jamil curtly replied.

You gave him that stupid little smile of yours that made his heart race. A hopeful hum left your lips.

“Are you busy?”

He couldn't help but chuckle in response, giving his genuine answer.

“Nope.” He stuck his hand out, pretending that his mind wasn't going fuzzy from being in your presence. “May I have this dance?”

He felt you place your hand on top of his.

“Of course.”

With your permission, he let one hand fall to your waist as he gently guided you in a waltz-like manner. He was more experienced than you, precisely moving as the two of you dance.

You couldn't help but feel endeared. Jamil was pretty from close up. Unfortunately— or fortunately— he caught you staring. He gave you an amused look in response.

However, he didn't expect you to abruptly frown and glance away.

‘You couldn't get your hopes up,’ Your mind reminded you, recalling his reaction to your gift. It was for the better you don't get too attached.

Jamil seemed disheartened by the disconnect. His hand on your waist lightly tightened. Shortly after, a mischievous grin found its way on his face.

Suddenly, Jamil’s movement quickened. You gave him a confused raise of the brow.

“Jamil—?”

He doesn't give you time to finish your thought as he spins you, swiftly catching you in his arms afterward. Taken by surprise, you can’t help the laugh that escapes you.

You've never seen Jamil look more proud of himself as he gave you that smug little smile of his. He barely gave you time to react before he was moving the two of you again.

What you didn't expect was for him to dip you so, so low. Instinctively, you squealed. Your arms clung onto him for dear life.

“Jamil—!”

He let out a laugh at your reaction. “What? It's not like I’m going to drop you or anything.”

Your grip tightened after hearing those words. “Great sevens— you better not drop me!”

He playfully rolled his eyes. Jamil leaned in closer, his voice taking a lower tone as he whispered, “You trust me, Prefect, don’t you?”

You didn't respond to that, instead letting your small glance to the side paired with an embarrassed expression speak for itself.

In the next few steps, he taught you some more advanced footwork. He couldn't help but admire the way you’d smile as you caught onto it quickly. Jamil then spun you once more, this time it was less abrupt.

Prepared, you were able to smoothly go along with it. The boy let out an impressed hum, giving you a satisfied look. His eyes practically told you what he had planned next. Another dip.

The dip was more nerve-wracking than the spin. However, Jamil didn't intend to dip you as low as he did before— thankfully.

Your hold on him still tightened like it did before as he dipped you. Unlike before, Jamil let the pose and moment linger.

You’d gaze up at him, admiring the determined glint in his eyes. The way his hair naturally fell, framing his face, was just the cherry on top.

Oh, and how could you forget those breathtaking lips of his...

His thoughts were eerily similar to yours, taking in your features before letting his eyes roam over your lips. Jamil leaned closer, bringing his face mere inches from yours.

You swung your arms around his neck, making it easier for him to get closer… and closer… and…

Just as the two of you closed your eyes, about to connect, you hear the slow music turn to an upbeat, party song. Next thing you know, you felt your body swiftly being pulled up.

One moment, you and Jamil were so close, the next he was acting as though you were toxic. His hands left your hips as he cleared his throat.

It looked like he was planning on saying something before a familiar voice cut through the crowd.

“Jamil! Come dance with me!” The two of you both heard the young Al Asim shout.

You frowned. Right. He’s busy tonight with duties and whatnot. Although you felt disappointed, you gave him a tired smile and nod.

Jamil’s brows were furrowed, his eyes flickering between you and the direction Kalim’s voice came from.

Tonight seemed full of surprises as Jamil’d hand shoots out to your forearm and hurriedly guided you outside in the opposite direction of Kalim.

You were in shock as he pulled you outside, shutting the door behind him with a sigh.

“…You’re not gonna—?” “If anyone asks, you were nauseous from dancing and went outside with me for fresh air.”

Jamil was dead serious as he spoke, looking at you for confirmation. You nodded your head.

“Uh, got it.”

Silence soon filled the atmosphere between the two of you, the only sound being from the night’s wind. It was oddly tense. You were the first one to break the quiet.

“I’m sorry.” Jamil’s gaze immediately snapped up to yours, narrowing in confusion.

“Sorry?” He repeated, looking for clarification.

You fidgeted with the ends of your clothes. “Sorry for the chocolates. That was probably uncomfortable for you since that kinda gift is usually reserved for couples and all…”

Jamil’s expression softened the more you talked.

“Don’t be. It was a lovely gift.” His hands slowly make their way to yours, gently holding you.

“I reacted the way I did because…” Jamil sucked in a hesitant breath. “…Well, you’ve made me feel things. Feelings that I thought I was incapable of feeling.”

He carefully pulled you closer to him, allowing you to back away if you wanted to. You didn't. You just stared back into his gaze as he continued.

“Around you, I feel unburdened by my responsibilities. I feel… alive.” If you maneuvered your hand right, you could feel his pulse practically beating out of his body.

“I adore you like no other. When I received those chocolates, my mind melted. You… you turn me into such a mess.” He lightly scoffed with a small shake of the head. You can't help but chuckle.

“Nonetheless,” He gave your hands a gentle squeeze. You squeezed back.

“I’d never wish this feeling away. Never in a million years.”

Jamil’s hands momentarily left yours as he fiddled with his jacket. He was looking for something…?

“Although it’s long overdue,”

After a few moments, Jamil pulls out a small, red rose. You recognize it as a part of the decor from the party. He slips it into your hand effortlessly, his eyes staying on yours.

“Will you be my Valentine?”

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Hi, I had this silly idea of how would Riddle, Azul, Jamil, and Silver react to being called Husband lol

For example “Sorry I can’t hang out later my husband needs me” or

(ordering food) “Yes, and my husband would like to know if you have (their favorite food)?”

Feel free to delete if you don’t like it, but if you do accept thank you in advance!

(btw if it’s not taken can I be 🌒 anon?)

being called husband

ft : riddle, azul, jamil, silver

a/n : this is so cute omg

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riddle isn't sure he heard you right. husband? you're not married yet! you can't be married yet, you two haven't gone on enough dates! and he hasn't bought a ring yet—unless, of course, you want to be the one to propose, but either way, it hasn't happened!! you didn't secretly marry some other man behind his back, did you? he's quick to correct you, a bit flustered. he's adamant on being referred to by the correct title, though he admits that he wouldn't mind being your husband someday.

azul is taken aback at first, because as far as he knows, he's not married. if this is your way of proposing, though, he'll gladly set up the whole thing for whatever date you'd like. of course, if you want to marry him, you have to be prepared for all his little quirks. he'll make you sign a contract — you aren't allowed to leave him, ever, okay? not like you'd ever want to, because he makes sure you're always happy.

jamil's surprise is barely noticeable; his eyes widen, caught off-guard, before he recovers almost immediately and starts to go along with you. you ask him to pass you something or to hold your bag — "of course," he says, almost too smoothly, "anything for my lovely spouse." surely you know by now how difficult it is to fluster him? it becomes a running joke between the two of you, so deep into the bit that you have to make it official.

silver doesn't notice at first. he goes along, "yes, of course, i'm their husband," doesn't realise anything is amiss until you start to giggle at him. when your words finally catch up to him, he apologises as his ears turn pink, but suddenly you start saying it again and again, every chance you get. even so, he's still never fully prepared to hear it, no matter how many times it happens; not even at the wedding.

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Hello! I really love your works, and I think(?) requests are open, if not totally ignore this. If you could, could you do the overblot gang or anyone else with a s/o that has a bunch of obscure skills or hobbies, kinda like a jack of all trades, but no one knows until something comes up. I don't really know how to explain it and I'm sorry this is long lol.

Riddle Rosehearts

The first time he notices is during a hedge maze challenge for an inter-dorm event. One of the brambles’ magical thorns snaps and falls toward Cater’s face — Yuu flicks their wrist, snapping the stem clean off mid-air with a precision throw of a pocket knife. Riddle freezes. “You… carry throwing knives?” “…Occasionally,” you say, tucking it back into your belt like it’s no big deal. From that day forward, he starts mentally cataloguing everything you do, because apparently you might be a low-level assassin and he’s both concerned and impressed.

Leona Kingscholar

Savanaclaw’s magift (Pretty sure that's what its called) match is about to tank because the playbook got drenched and the chalk lines are ruined. Yuu takes a stick, draws an exact replica of the strategy board on the ground, and rattles off positions in perfect tactical jargon. Leona squints at you. “Where the hell did you learn game theory?” “Had to coach a kids’ team once.” He plays it off with a shrug, but deep down? He’s storing this in the “reasons to keep you close” folder.

Azul Ashengrotto

You’re both stuck in a room full of complicated, magically encrypted locks during one of the Octavinelle schemes-gone-wrong. While Azul’s mid-anxious ramble, you casually start picking the locks with a hairpin, narrating obscure mechanisms and bypass tricks like you’re reading a cookbook. Azul pauses mid-sentence. “You… know lockpicking?” “Learned it for… reasons.” Now you’re officially both his most trusted partner and his biggest liability — because if you can pick a lock, you can also break into his Most Secret Drawer™.

Jamil Viper

Kalim’s giant tapestry display is on fire, and the water magic system’s been sabotaged. While everyone panics, you quickly knot together a makeshift rope from curtains, scale the wall, and cut the burning section down before it spreads. Jamil stares, slack-jawed. “That wasn’t… your first time doing that, was it?” “Nope.” He adds it to the long list of reasons you’re both terrifying and irreplaceable.

Vil Schoenheit

Mid-photoshoot, a prop collapses, nearly ruining the set. Without a word, you pull out a sewing kit and in minutes reassemble the backdrop better than the original. Vil blinks once. “And you’ve been… hiding this?” You shrug. “It wasn’t relevant until now.” From then on, he makes a point to involve you in creative projects — if nothing else, you’ve got the ‘miracle last-minute fix’ role down to an art.

Idia Shroud

You’re gaming together when the network crashes mid-boss fight — he’s about to spiral into defeat, but you reach over, type a string of commands into his system, and reconnect everything in under thirty seconds. “…You code?” Idia whispers, eyes wide behind his hair. You just nod. “Picked it up in high school.” He’s shook. Also slightly more in love.

Malleus Draconia

A random gargoyle loses a wing in the courtyard. Without hesitation, you mix an improvised magical adhesive using nearby herbs and minerals, fitting the wing back perfectly. Malleus watches in pure fascination. “You… are full of surprises.” To him, it’s almost fey-like — the quiet competence, the mystery, the sense you’ve walked through centuries collecting odd talents.

Bonus: Rollo Flamm

During the festival, a street organ breaks down. While Rollo’s halfway through lamenting the loss of “traditional artistry,” you pull it apart, oil the gears with candle wax, and start playing. “…And when, exactly,” he asks slowly, “did you learn that?” You just smile. “Different lifetime.” He doesn’t know if you’re joking, and it unnerves him.

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Helloooo!!!!

Fanart of @ihavetoomanyfictionalcrushes Where the boys are housewife, if they follow me in Tiktok they will know that these two jobs have been ready for a long time, only that it gave me laziness translating them to English hehe.

I had another idea for Vil, however it did not come out as I wanted, I would like to do it but I don't know if you do, we'll see.

In addition to another idea for Riddle as a housewife but that if I think I will not do it sorry.

I took the freedom to do to Idia too, someone in a group asked me and gave me the idea that I did it.

Idia as a housewife who in his free time does streams, would be funny.

I also wanted to clarify some little things.

I do not think I update soon, not why I do not want but why I have many ideas and I do not know what to do or how to start and I am someone who stresses quickly so I get efficient in something and it does not come out as I want I will frustrate me and I will not be able to draw, So I'll take my time.

The AU of Oiran will be updated when the illustrations end, the chapter is already written only that I am having problems with the drawings.

In addition to other ideas that I have either for Twst as original and also other games and fandoms.

so apologize anything.

Excuse me any English translation error, it is not my first language and I have not worked very much.

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Just remembered I forgot to post this here

Actually they are all cinnamon rolls trust

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Selfship Template Masterlist!

i make templates now because theyre super fun,,, so here's a masterlist !!!

please please no com/pro/darkship!!!!!!!!!!!!!

selfship template

meet my s/i template

meet my f/o template

selfship this or that template

favorite things about my f/o template

selfship q&a template

f/ovember template

f/o infodumping template

winter festivities template

selfship in pngs template

f/o headcanons template

valentine's day selfship template

polycule selfship template

selfship affection template

four person polycule template

selfship marriage template

this will be updated as i make more! feel tree to suggest some :)

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I like drawing their weapons 🧍🏾‍♀️

+ animation practice #2 yippee!!

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