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Are you alive? i’m just making sure that one of my favorite authors is okay.

Ah! Yes I'm sorry I've been so inactive, my school has been rampaging through trying to make up for a few snow days so I've been swamped.

I'm sorry for the wait but I promise the next work won't be very long at all!!!

(Favorite author... favorite? I'm honored thank you)

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Hmm

Obscure twst au brainrot incoming

OKAY I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THE ACTOR AU AND NOW IM LIKE,,,SOMEONE PLEASE ACTUALLY DO THE ACTOR AU.

I KEEP GETTING IDEAS BUT I DUNNO IF PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY INTERESTED IN IT. THINK ABOUT THE IDEAS THAT THERE COULD BE.

Okay okay okay. Like, think about it. The overblot costumes would be so cool to see.

The events?? Don’t you wanna see Leona getting hit by Vil for having terrible posture? Kalim and Jamil in heels?? Idia getting kidnapped by a ghost???

AND LIKE,,SEEING THE ENTIRE CAST JOKE AROUND OFFSCREEN.

JUST SEEING EVERYONE JUST CHAT AND NOT IN CHARACTER,,

PLEASE SOMEONE WITH TALENT DRAW THE ACTOR AU AND TAG ME

All info is under the actor au so please someone,,,

AND ID KILL TO BE LIKE HELP TO CREATE THE IDEAS FOR THE THINGSSSSSS

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RSA Bound : Savanaclaw

RSA Bound: Savanaclaw

For context: series masterlist 

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Author's note: Savanacaws turn to accompany you on your journey (part 3 of my RSA series)

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Ruggi Bucchi, Jack Howl, Reader

Warnings: I tend to write more yandere leaning tendencies, this isn't officially a yandere au but there might be some hints

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General 

As a dorm teaming with naturally aggressive personalities, Savanaclaw spares no expense in raising hell after Heartslabyul makes their escape. As if those prissy punks could help you, why did they even bother with them when Savana Claw could clearly protect you better. (And maybe they were a little scared you'd leave but no one needs to know. ) Their anger ruled the halls in absence of the red tyrant.

There is no wall spared from claws, there is no student or staff that has not been angered by vicious fangs and snarling claws. But the most dangerous difference of Savanaclaws rule was that Heartslabyul was dedicated to rule, while Savanaclaw had no such limitations. A breeding ground for cultivating fear.

When Heartslabyul finally returns they demand their turn to be next, and they are not taking no for an answer. Though the other dorms protest, Crowley can't really say no with a claw against his neck. Before sundown they were out of the gates, ready to finally (finally) see you again. You're greeted the next day with wagging tails. 

Jack has yet to let go of you, strong arms wrapping around your body and lifting you just off the ground, as if desperate to soak in everything about you. His head is pushed against your neck and you think you can feel the wind coming off of his wagging tail. Before you can comment, your hands sneak against your sides and steal your breath away. 

“Shishishi, not gonna let Jack steal you away so easily you know!” Ruggies breathe skims the back of your neck before he buries his face in the alternate side. (You briefly wonder if this is how it feels to be scented, but there's no way they'd do that to a magicless human… right?) The sandwich only goes on for so long before Leona reaches in and yanks you out, plopping you over his shoulders, and saunters towards the gate, tactfully ignoring Jack's growl and Ruggi's soft chide. 

“Alright, are you done? I don't have time to entertain this.” His grip is strangely gentle as he carries you to the doors.

They spared no time in establishing the hierarchy in the RSA, from the moment that they enter the doors they're already ripping through students like wet tissue paper. There's hardly a day where another student isn't visiting the infirmary for a wicked bruise, a deep cut, or strangely enough their own clumsy actions. 

It only takes a few close calls with death before they learn if they are to approach the Savanclaw residence you are an essential safety precaution. While without you their vicious, snide smirks and hard lessons, they seem to melt in your presence. Like an obedient pet as their master comes home, sitting at the door and wagging their tail to greet them, but viciously protecting the house from intruders. 

Heartslabyul gets back just in time to see the other dorms roasting Crowley at the stake, filming when they've been deprived of you again. (Crowley fears he might be dead by the end of this.)

Individuals under the cut 

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is aware of the stares, others comparing him to his brother's stay at the RSA and he takes pleasure in desecrating the expectations, watching the wilting expression of teachers and students alike. His sloppy conduct lowers their expectations, but by extension, it creates a false narrative of weakness. (And well, Leona has never taken the doubt lying down.)

They are quick to learn the proper obedience needed to meet with a king when a student tries to reprimand him for sleeping in the garden during class. Barely a breath had passed before they were raised by their neck, claws pressing just so they pierce the skin to reveal the flowing blood underneath. They kick and scream until they don't, and no one can do anything but stare in horror. (Some call it an attempt on their life, Leona calls it tough love.)

Lions are notoriously protective of their pride, and it's been a long while since you've been a top priority. So when he watches a teacher track you down and try to sweep you into RSA’s agenda (worried that this violence exception to you behind the castle walls) he grins. Not because he's particularly pleased that they're trying to steal you, but because he finally has a reason to rage. 

The grass is colored red by the time your touch on his arms registers, the resistance (however weak) enough to tell him you're trying to get him to stop. (The teacher stopped moving after the first few swipes, they stopped breathing after a few more.) Unfortunately, they live to tell the tale. However, Leona couldn't care less, not when you're finally paying attention to him as you should.

“Hmm, have you learned something? … Kidding, but I'm sleepy now so be good for your king”

Ruggie Bucchi

Not much outwardly changes with Ruggie, he still bids him time catering to Leona, making sure he doesn't fail too much, and tricking others for some spare change. Like Leona, he's unassuming to the eyes of the public, though unlike his house warden it's through careful crafting and thought. It's easier to take out an enemy when they think you're weak, no? There's a reason he was able to get away with the scheme without leaving evidence. 

Incidents happen all around the school, a student tripping, another managing to put his thumb on the paper, and at first, the RSA doesn't think much of them. But then they began to escalate, a student tumbles down the stairwell, another jumps from the 2nd to the 1st. Hyenas will always follow behind but don't think they aren't vicious when you're in their territory, and as far as Ruggie is considered they've far passed their welcome with you. 

They only begin to connect the dots when he himself leaves hints, but by the time anyone is able to accuse him his ring is too far gone. They can risk accidentally biting their tongue off during lunch so it's best if they stay quiet. (Though they still whisper in the halls of the phenomenon of a fearsome shadow that controls others like a puppet on strings.) They never reach your ears.

Ruggie tends to spend his days pampering you in a way, making sure his gifts are better than the others through sabotage and catching you constantly in the hallways. Did you want a certain food at lunch? Just so happened he had a little extra so why don't you sit by him instead of the dork from your alchemy class. It's during these times when your guard is down he stakes his claim, rubbing his scent and displaying intimacy with you right in the middle of the cafeteria. His message is clear (their mine, back off)

“ You're just as gullible as ever huh. Shishishi, don't worry though I'll look out for you, but as payment, you gotta stay right here~”

Jack Howl

Unlike his seniors, Jack has a strong sense of justice stopping him from raging hell on innocent students and staff, though that isn't to say he plays nice. Unlike the others he gets his reputation by showing off his strength from the get-go, presenting unimaginable pain as a promise to bother you. Not to mention his larger figure and his stoic and unwelcoming greetings ward off others better than the Ruggi’s discretion can. 

Since he's a first-year he tends to follow you around, taking the same classes when he can or meeting you outside the door to walk you to the next. (Don't talk about his tail wagging, he'll get embarrassed)Wolves are by default very loyal, so he sees no harm in being touchy even in the halls. You're he and he's yours, the fact is solid and simple. It's a common sight to see his arm wrapped around your waist, or even carrying you through a physical class. 

Jack's main goal is not to invoke fear but to protect you, so that's to say even though he doesn't cause problems he has no qualms with finishing them. The first glimpse into his real feelings held only by his sense of justice is when an unruly student catches you off guard during a game of magishift. There is a roar echoing through his head, screaming at him to gather you up, to stop the bleeding, to rip the grounds apart, to spill the blood of those vermin who've been treating you so unfairly. (Could they see that NRC was all you needed, he was all you needed.)

You're not awake as he rips into all those surrounding you, and maybe that's for the best as he coats himself in sin for you. There is screaming, blood, and tears, there is nothing he will not spill to get you your rightful justice. Only when he deems vengeance fulfilled, when the students have long since stopped moving and lay limp upon the grounds, he gathers you and drops you off at the infirmary. (He has to rid himself of these stains before he touches you again, but don't worry it won't be long.)

“Oh, you're awake! That's good… huh? You don't remember? Uhm, maybe that's for the best actually”

Savana Claw leaves a permanent scar upon RSA, their lasting effect taking the form of rumors that the NRC was truly a terrifying place. Those who might have once looked down on their rival school no longer have such a high and mighty attitude as they gaze upon their counterpart. 

Before they have to leave all the boys make sure to gather around you, forcing a few good moments of skinship before they go. When you head back to your room with Grim in tow you find a scarf, not unlike those that are found on Savanaclw students, lying on your bed. 

“Well be waiting”

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RSA Bound: Heartslabyul

RSA Bound:Heartslabyul

For context: series masterlist 

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Author's note: RSA meets heartslabyul, nobody has a good time but hey, at least you're here. (part 2 of my RSA bound au!)

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts,Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade reader 

Warnings: i tend to write more yandere leaning tendencies, this isn't officially a yandere au but there might be some hints

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General

Though you had transferred into the RSA only for school days, the NRC was still running rampant (in particular the dorm ladders and their acquaintances) at the emptiness you left. (So many things had been taken by the RSA already, couldn't they at last keep you?)

All the dorms are going mad by the time that the loophole is found, though Heartslabyul’s behavior, in particular, left its mark on the school. Stains for red (paint? Or something else?) ruin the tiles and walls as if to punish the school itself for negligence. Unlike the other dorms they don't rage out, don't outwardly scream with fury or fear but become cold, icier, or calculating. 

The scariest part of the wrath of Heartslabyul is the fact that they are the law, and the law when not fair is a death penalty to the population. When the loophole finally was found, Heartslabyul was chosen to go first not for their outstanding behavior of rule upkeep but damage control. 

“Ah, there you are,” Riddle smiles at you from the gates, clad in a white uniform similar to the one you were wearing, had it not been for a few minor adjustments. You don't have time to question him, before Deuce and Ace sling their arms around you, pressing their face affectionately to your shoulder and cheek. 

“Hey now, didn't think you could actually get rid of us that easily right?” Ace is teasing even as he tests the water with real anxiety. Your smile is all he needs to subside such worries. Trey gently pulls you out of their hold (you don't notice the sparks flying behind you) and tugs you towards the gates. His smile is more sugary than usual and Cater is behind him snapping pictures of the extravagant school. 

“I'll explain later, but we really can't be late to class.” Riddle nods, before holding his arm out for you to take. “Well then my rose, shall we depart?”

Throughout their stay at RSA, they accompany you in the halls, guarding you against the shining eyes of the “hero's”. The law prohibits theft and none of your attention or affection belongs to the thieves reading along these halls. As the royal entourage, they cannot allow such heresy. 

The RSA is quick to understand that you are a special case, from the puppy love that the villains seem to openly hand you on a silver platter. Riddle purposely lets you break a few rules, Trey feeding you more sweets, Cater pulling you aside for a quick photo (but only for him, Ace and Deuce practically glued to your sides. There is no room for them (and there will never be)

The rest of the dorms are not happy by the time the news gets back to them, Crowley is practically ripping at the seams when Heartslabyul finally turns in for their stay. (They can't help but feel a little pleased.)

Individual reactions undercut:

Riddle Rosehearts 

Ever the epitome of polite actions and rules, he carries his title as dorm leader to the new school, daring the others to oppose him. How could they oppose him, when he is the perfect model student after all? His grades are pristine, his dimerization of the rules flawless, he leaves even the RSA students in the dust.

Their first taste of his wrath comes from an incident in the science class, where a RSA student had neglected to take into account your magic-less boundaries and he almost blew a fuse. Scepter waving out and screaming his classic “Off with your head” red face not unlike a tomato. It would have been comical, had it not been for the sharp collar around the student's neck.

Riddle had no roses to paint red in this school, but if it was for you he would paint the walls and roof red even without them. The only thought in his mind as the student struggled against the cold unrelenting metal strangling them was a melting pot of how dare they. How dare they take you, how dare they not understand the rules, how dare they be so rude, how dare they exist while he walked the same earth. 

The cool touch of your hand drags him back to reality, your conference face a painted picture in his eyes. Signing into your palm before leaving a chaste kiss he pulls you closer. The school can only watch in shock as you tame the threat with nothing but affection (and even a little more shocked at the lovesick eyes Riddle follows you with.)

“I'm sorry, I seem to have lost my head for a second… Hm? What's so funny? Never mind can we stay like this for a bit?”

Trey Clover

Trey is used to balancing out Riddle's rule, so as soon as he's through the gates he's busy trying to lessen the damage of his childhood friend. (Chenyas laugh echoing through the halls is not helping, like at all.) His reputation as the go-to “Riddle Tamer” is quick to bolster.

Overall the RSA views him as a tame student, someone who is the sense and empathy in the rule book. (They're foolish, they shouldn't forget that Trey is also the one who brings lamb to the slaughter.) They are quickly reminded of who he is when someone steals a sweet put aside for you.

Though perhaps he doesn't dish out the punishment, he can effectively lead clues and “evidence” no matter how true they may be to inseminate them. After all, it's their magic at the site of the crime, so obviously they were the culprit, how else would their signature be present? (Doodle suite)A sweet poison, something that is noticeable in the midst of a mouthwatering dish, and low acting, waiting for the perfect moment to weaken your body and strike you dead. You'll never see him coming until your heart is bleeding from the inside out. 

His deceitful smirk is always long gone by the time you come to the picture, replaced by a sincere grin. He practically coos as he speaks to you, carding his hands through your hair with the excuse of fixing it. There is no plotting when his eyes meet you but instead a helplessly flustered fool. 

“Hey there, I missed being able to catch you after class like this. How about I walk you to your next one hm? You never know when the next RSA student will play a prank.”

Cater Diamond

Cater is an influencer, and as an influencer, his reputation precedes him to the RSA. Probably the most well-received amongst the school, a web of influence and connection is quickly spun in his favor. (His smile is sneaky as he compliments another RSA student in your class, eyes ever truly leaving your figure at the back.) Though not as notable then the last two he perhaps has the biggest influence without any threats.

Though that's not to say he remains perfectly innocent during his stay, he just remains mostly undetected. His effect stacks upon itself, there is no threat to his actions but rather he sets the scene for self-destruction. Does someone bump into you? In about a week they were found crying in their dorm, unconscionable after being caught for an atrocious crime, but really they have no one to blame but themselves. 

The only peak RSA ever gets into his ill intent is when he finds you on an RSA post, be it simply being in the background or paraded around like a trophy he's seething at the sight of a mark being claimed. He's vicious and meticulous as he rips down their secrets, twisting words until they're a school outcast. It's during these times that he makes it clear who was able to do this.

A simple post with you, smiling and cuddled in his arms as he presses a kiss to the top of your head and smiles goofily into the camera. The lighting illuminates your face beautifully and a few drawn hearts are floating around you. In the caption, he leaves a simple message. It is such a shame (student) was caught, better luck next time.

“Huh? Oh, they're not important, right? Why don't we take another picture instead of thinking of him! It isn't for any socials this time, just for us k?”

Ace Trappola

He prides himself in being the first person to start being your friend (even before Deuce) so he believes himself to be rightfully by your side. He doesn't take the academics any more seriously than at the NRC, in fact, he probably slacks off a lot more solely for the fact that he's in the RSA. Constantly with a searing remark on his lips, the students learn that he has nothing but seething comments for them. 

Ace blames the entry of the RSA for trying to take you away and making his school life hell, so his actions to him are justified. Crimes unpunished will only reinforce behavior, so it's his duty as your friend to scold them. (His teeth are bared, a sneer scrunching up his face with malice as he stares at a cowering RSA student who had tried to approach you.)

Being a 1st year he has a lot less influence to act upon his retribution, so he's a lot more aggressive when he lashes out. He can't create as many ripples but he'll be damned if he lets these high school musical rejects try and woo you into their school. (You were his first, it's already bad enough he has to share you with the NRC.)

The only reprieve they have from his scathing comments is when your present and his personality practically give them whiplash. In place of an ugly sneer, he sports a flirtatious smirk, leaning down and teasing you, but despite his words, he's gentle when taking your arm and helping you off a higher step. He'd almost be prince-like had he not been poking fun at your grade in math. 

“ Geez, you're hopeless aren't you? You'd be lost without me so don't go away too far. Huh? Am I being weird? You're just imagining it… and maybe I missed you.”

Deuce Spade

The former delinquent is well acquainted with transferring schools, though he himself had not had this punishment applied he had quite a few friends transfer out at request. He's a little nervous but he's determined to upkeep his new streak as an honor student. (But the rage underneath his skin cannot stop the burning heat that flashes across his eyes when he sees the RSA uniform on you.)

He tries his hardest to upkeep the status of a good student, but it's so hard with all these goody two shoes crowding around you. The RSA first thought of him as a pushover for tripping over the rules and studying himself dead in the library; they knew better after he beat someone so hard they had to transfer out of the school hospital to an outside source.

Breathing heavily, standing above the beaten and bloodied student he's seething as his knuckles sting with the splits. (but it doesn't matter, because how could this scum even think that you would abandon them, your friends, for such a delirious school?) He almost thinks about going after the others who were laughing with the victim until you appear.

The RSA cowers as he roams the halls along with the RSA, he's not as venomous as Ace though he's wound tighter. Pissing him off leaves more grievous disasters than a destroyed psyche. (He turns to you, beaming with a small blood splatter on his cheek, asking you if you'd like to get lunch. No one bothers you.) 

“Do you think Riddle is going to scold me? Ah, probably but I don't think that he'll be too mad when he finds out why. Hm? Ah nothing, sorry did you want me to get you a tray?”

Heartslabyul rules with a cold hand over the RSA, giving them their first taste of blood in their teeth and innocence fraying at the sides. By the time they retire back to the NRC, they leave a lasting impression (literally, there are cracks in the wall from Deuce punching it.)

Before they go they leave a bouquet of roses in your dorm, as if to ask you to come back soon. A small note is found amid red petals (that are strangely red, as if tainted… though the RSA has no art class today.)

“See you in Wonderland Alice”

Back at the NRC Crowley stares nervously at the face of a sleepy lion whose pride had been ripped. 

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Endnote: ill look for grammar mistakes later, but I hope you enjoyed it.

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Rsa Bound masterlist

Masterlist 

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General

All Dorms 

welcome to the rsa

Heartslabyul

RSA Bound: Heartslabyul 

 Savanaclaw 

RSA Bound: Savanaclaw

Octavinelle

 Scarabia 

Pomfiore

 Ignihyde 

Diasomnia

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RSA Bound

Authors note: got brain rot about an RSA au for the twst boys because i'm always a sucker of character development for the sake of others.

Characters: All the dorms (all of them this is a really long headcanon essentially)

Warnings: some weird behaviors (for obsessive thinning and such) but nothing graphic

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Rsa vs Nrc

Chenya was a youth of mischief and poetry, often coating his messages with flowering language and sweet deceptions so RSA never really knew what to make of his many tales when coming back from their rival school. But when one day he announced they had stolen away a poor unsuspecting victim, unease was immediately aroused.

Some claimed Chenya made it up, to spark some sort of unrest in calm as he was bored, though it was rare that Chechnya outright lied so many were on board with at least trying to offer a hand to the poor person instead.

Chenya snickered as he watched his classmates fumble out explanations on why they needed to go to the NRC right now. Of course, the first time he had met you their predictions were not far off but now? He doesn't think he's seen villains melt so quickly in another's presence. (But he wouldn't miss a chance to see you, so he opted to sit in the corner and observe.)

“Wha-” Crowley’s mouth flapped open not far off from a goldfish as RSA’s principle demanded a new event. “What are you talking about? Me? Holding a student hostage?”. You briefly flashed to his mind before he dismissed it. It couldn't be you, after all, he was such a gracious principle and you were so well taken care of! (Not to mention some powerful students had grown fond of you and he really couldn't risk taking you away from them.) “No no no you've been mistaken my good sir but-” a brief idea sparks in his head,” how about we organize a transfer program instead?”

Of course in his haste to try and alleviate the situation and save whatever face he has left he offers to allow you to traverse schools for a few semesters. It's a quick discussion, messy in theory with loopholes riddling the communication, and by the end, it ends up in a full transfer competition. Whichever school you preferred you would stay.  Just to loosen the rumors. He thinks.

Staring into the eyes of enraged powerful villains he thinks he may be, had messed up. Just a little. 

Dorms reactions under cut!

Heartslabyul is fuming! They're petulant on glares and subtle degrading remarks throughout the entire process, glaring at the paperwork as if their collective anger could somehow burst the papers into flames and prolong your leave. They walk you to the gates of RSA dutifully on your first week, making sure to leave their marks on you in front of the surprised heroes. 

Riddle is angry at everything about the entire procedure. He lets out an angry puff of air as he escorts you to the gates, glaring at the few students who dare to stare at you. The audacity they have to steal you away, next time they try this it's off with their heads. (Literally) His lips meet your hands in a sort of reverence before he departs. 

“I'll see you soon, if you need anything don't hesitate to reach out.”

Trey is a lot calmer, the sole reason why Crowley hasn't ended up in a ditch by his own dorm's hands (although he'd be lying if he didn't sometimes get the urge to strangle the crow himself.) He's sad to see you go but doesn't want this to be any more stressful for you so he's careful to hide his feelings behind a smile, bidding you adieu at the door. 

“Take care of yourself for me? I'll bake you something nice when you get back.”

Cater never misses an opportunity to post, although a lot of his posts now highlight a sadder tone and snarky nature towards an unseen figure. Man crows are kinda annoying, right? Anyways y/n is leaving today :(( praying that they come back soon! He makes sure to have some sort of communication before dropping you off. 

“Don't be a stranger ok? For real, I'll miss you”

ADeuce is sobbing the entire way through, both of them having almost plastered the principal to the wall when they heard the news. You had become a tight trio and having you gone (or even the prospect) leaves an empty hole in the middle. It's almost frigid and they're probably the most clingy when it comes to communication, often sending good morning and good night texts. 

“Hey, you can't forget about us!! Remember no new friends!”

Savanaclaw is far more hostile in their approach, with no real image to uphold but their strength they make sure to show their prowess when making Crowley's life a living hell. He's never without some sort of scratch or peace with their constant pranks and predatory gazes from across the schoolyard. Savanaclaw escorts you on your second week, forcing a few last head pats before they let you go. 

Leona tries to not let his disappointment at you leave show, but it's a bitter experience having something ripped from him again. A familiar hole of abandonment opens in hers and he is especially tasty throughout the program, the only thing keeping him from truly lashing out is the fact that you hadn't done this by choice. Before He lets you go he grips onto your arm one last time.

“Herbivore… don't befriend other people so quickly. See you.”

Ruggi is much more emotional, openly letting his disappointment show, and is probably the sole reason Crowley has come to school with pink glitter in his hair without fail. For the rest of the time you are in NRC he's clinging onto you, draping over your shoulder and offering to accompany you on chores. As he lets you go at the gate he nuzzles your cheek quickly. 

“See you later ok? That's a promise! Shishishi”

Jack is devastated, not having any energy to truly express his anger but clearly lacking his usual respect for authority. Much like a dog watching its owner depart for the first time he's heartbroken and a little lost without you. (He makes sure not to fall behind though, he doesn't want to disappoint you when you come back.)

“You're coming back, right? Ah sorry, I didn't mean to push, but I'll miss you.”

Octavinelle is an emotional mess, they even had to close down their precious lounge for a while due to Floyd and Jade wreaking havoc in the halls and Azul completely going unresponsive. They're desperately trying to look for loopholes the entire way around but eventually have to come to terms with the fact that you'll be staying away for a while. They're sticky at the gates and the RSA students have to practically pull you away. 

The leader of Octavinelle is a title he has to uphold with authority, but when the news hits him he weeps in his pot for days on end, only coaxed out when you reach in for him. He hates the fact that you're leaving, he hates the fact this was done without your knowledge, he hates Crowley for doing this to you both. He's going to have to give him strict guidance in how to properly yield a contract. But for now, he leaves you at the gate, barely able to keep it together. 

“Don't stay away for too long… when you come back I'll have the twins cook something for you.”

While usually, he calms his brother's temper he can't help but lash out at himself during the time that you're gone or packing. There is no need for calm when it's so obvious that the school needs to be disciplined for sending you away like this hm? It's unforgivable, but even amidst his rage-induced gaze, he's gentle with you as he escorts you to the gates. 

“Alright, here we are. You're coming back of course so there's no real need for tears.”

Floyd is crying one minute and angry, tearing into an unsuspecting victim the next, citing the point of his emotional stability (or lack of it) to the loss of his shrimpy. The stone walls are riddled with holes and eventually, the dorm had to suspend him in fear of the entire building collapsing to water if he had continued. You're late for your next class when he brings you to the RSA refusing to let go of you until his brother comes. 

“Wahhhh it's so unfair!!! I'll be sure to strangle that crow for you!”

The usually chipper Scarabia is oddly silent during the days of your departure. There is no music nor dancing, no feasts or light but rather a sort of mourning. The lack of their eccentric dorm leader only leads to ongoing turmoil. Though they do not outwardly threaten harm, the lack of their usual light suffocates the shadows in the school. Crowley ends up having to beg you to fix it before you go, and they're only truly back in “working condition” when allowed to take over for the next week. 

When the news first hits him Kalim sits blankly on his bed, staring at the wall until Jamil comes in to scold him for almost being late for class. But when he gets into class he can hardly concentrate, part of him feels bad for his performance yet another part cannot bear to care. It's only when he realizes his behavior is affecting others that he comes back to a bright smile, because surely if he can stay useful to you'll come back to him! He hugs you tightly at the gate but departs with a bright smile.

“Ah sorry sorry! I'll throw a huge party when you get back so come home soon!” 

Jamil is exasperated at the onslaught of reactions from the others but can't bring himself to judge too harshly as he acknowledges the pang in his chest. It seems you've been sneakily asserting your place in his heart huh? Well, distance makes the heart fonder, but don't stay away for too long. 

“It won't be long, so don't think you can run away. Ah, but don't worry it's not like I'd ever hurt you.”

Pomefiore prides itself on prestige so there's no actual outward change in their dorm, still picture perfect and aesthetic. The change rather is behind closed doors and the concoctions of plans they have to make you stay theirs. More emotional fits, languid and heartfelt conversations, and gifts than usual seem to flood your way (even more than scarabia) during their reign of your schedule. There is a sight to behold when they leave you at the gate as if to mark you something that doesn't belong at RSA. 

Vil is already plotting the demise of a certain bird, evident in the array of potions that litter his usually tidy desk. That being said he doesn't let his labors show as his improbable makeup and care hide any sort of fatigue. He can't have his potato seeing him a mess before they leave after all. He leaves a lipstick stain on your neck before he departs. 

“Don't stop the skincare potato, I expect you to uphold yourself without me.”

Rook is a composed and distinguished gentleman, so of course, he wouldn't let his gruesome path be seen by your soft eyes. (Crowley has had years shaved off his life by the random arrows plunged right next to his legs.) He is artfully vengeful with his endeavors yet he's perfectly cordial as he brings you to the gate.

“Bon voyage mon ami! Don't forget to wander back home afterward.”

Epel is fuming the entire way through and if vil hadn't threatened to revoke the day he could go with you to the RSA he probably would have joined the twins on their ramage. He's tamer in his wrath towards the principal but that's because if he doesn't keep himself on a tight leash he might just kill him. 

“Alright this is where I have to go but you know, don't be a stranger now!”

Ignihyde was already a secluded dorm, so really no one noticed their change, other than of course then changes themselves. Security and cameras seem to double around the school, tracking and following your movements and Ortho is obsessively at your side. There's barely a time when you cannot hear an incessant whining near your ear or the glaze of a camera out of the corner of your eye. Though they don't show themselves until your departure they do take it upon themselves to physically guide you. 

Idia stands awkwardly at the gate with his brother, not bothering to look up at the scandalized faces of fake heroes. They already had everything so why did they get you too? It's so not fair and he's wrecking them the next time he sees them. But for now, he's more focused on your smile as you wave goodbye. 

“If I had a pomegranate you'd be stuck with me forever you know? … Just kidding.”

Ortho becomes what can only be described as a human security camera, he almost follows you inside the school until you kindly remind him he's not a student. He's near tears as he makes you link pinkies with him. 

“Pinky promise you’ll come back ok?? “

No dorm is muddled with fear such as Diasomnia, the air around them is practically suffocating as they roam the halls. The doors creak louder, there is hostile laughter in the air even when there is no one present. Danger reeks as their rage seems to converge into a tsunami of what can only be described as a near-death experience. No one deserves to have rest if you were put in such a position to be taken away from them, there is an unspoken lesson amongst the rubble. 

Malleus is not pleased, at all. There isn't a single soul able to speak in his oppressive aura as he broods on his bed. He still attends classes but many wish he would stop as they can practically taste the dirt they'll be buried in as he cascades through the door. The stone under his feet is left cracked as he leads you to the gate.

“Child of man, do not keep me waiting.”

Lilia is more playful in his markings, gleefully making light of the tidal wave of injured students flooding the nurse's office. He's often seen flitting around in the background, plotting with the winds and speaking to the earth. (Or rather something underneath it.) You swear as he drops you off you can feel the tremor of the earth with your feet. 

“Of course this is temporary, so rather than goodbye it's fun!”

Silver is on the outside no different than usual. Sleeping away the days and nights, trapped in slumber and almost looking peaceful. Only Diasomnia s, or the way he sleeps is no longer a refuge but a curse plaguing him as you leave. He drops you off and just like a proper knight promises your safety. 

“If you're in danger please call, I promise I'll answer.”

Sebek insists that the loss of the human isn't at all something that he's concerned about, which is a comical statement as he screeches at the others about their conduct. (because what if you take this as the last image to RSA and god forbid likes them better???) You're the last thing that he assumed he'd swear his loyalty to but he supposes it's fine if Malleus-sama approves of you so don't keep him waiting. 

“I won't forgive you if Malleus- sama is troubled by you so uh- stay safe! That's an order!”

It's not long of course until Azul finds a loophole in the crudely made trade. You had to attend classes there, but it never said there could only be one student in the program. 

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Flowers for Requiem (Thorn less Rose)

Author's note:@ yokai au. This concludes heartslabyuls entrance

Characters: Oni! Riddle Rosehearts, Reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior! There is also talk of violence in this one so be careful!

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Riddle Roseheart - Thornless Rose- First Love

Since he was a child he couldn't remember a time where rules had not brought him a reprieve. Other oni often teased him, citing how odd it was for an oni to depend on rules instead of alcohol or gambling. “Are you an Oni? You're more like a tengu with how stuck up you are.” Perhaps it was the incentive that he was not like the others (that he was better than the others) that led to him rapidly rising through the ranks. By the time the others had found reprieve elsewhere, Riddle was sitting at the throne of the mountain ruling with an iron hand. 

Be it rules, law, order, or justice it plagued his head from wake to unconscious states, binding his movements. On the best days, it was a muse, the leading force that allowed Heartslabyuls largest accomplishments. On the worst of days, it was a constricting chain dragging him to the bottom of the ocean. (and he was running out of air, drowning, drowning , drowning until there was nothing left to him but bones and rules around his neck.)Eventually, the thought of a master is more so a solution to the problem, so while he does look forward to your arrival he originally views a master as a sort of tool. 

But as the calm seeps through his being, saturating his thoughts until they sink to the floor and leave nothing but a sleepy blankness (for the first time in his existence) his original opinions seem embarrassing. How could he be anything but yours? You are not a medicine nor a hero, but the goal he would achieve simply by having you by his side, by being by your side. (Because you were not the key to perfection but rather perfection itself.) Rules were but mere suggestions at your words. (The rope in his hands is his last unbreakable law.) You are nothing if not the law itself.

After your arrival Riddle still slaves away at his work, screaming at the others for their misdemeanors and enforcing his rules actively. But instead of the harsh and wintery rule, he had settled in before there is instead a softness in his words. (The first time he revokes a punishment at your command the mountain falls silent. Except of course for your other yokai because of course, he would listen to you, it's only natural you have the most authority.)After all, he no longer is the supreme ruler. You are. 

Though he is not present at your fall he can feel the snap of tension in the air and the sudden lack of air that warns him of the news. (That screams at him for his failure to serve, to protect, to enforce your safety.) (because what a failure he was, what was he even worth if he could not keep you safe.) The oni is not known for his patience, and he is one of the first to fall into his battle nature. There is no room for mercy in an apocalypse. 

There is hardly a day that passes where he does not break a bone, bash in teeth, draw blood in the form of retribution for breaking the rules. Familiars to the same master cannot kill each other, so he does not hold back. (Trey tells him death would be mercy after he restrains the leech twins. Their bodies are mangled, deformed even, missing most of their teeth and discolored. He cannot find it in him to be remorseful. He has not listened to Trey's senses or even his own in a long time, not since he had seen the death of his future.) While he is responsible for the shaky bonds and nearly burned bridges with his harsh rule he is also the backbone so they do not fall to disgrace. (Because he will die before he disgraces you anymore.)

The shame does not catch up to him until the calm returns, in the form of you (impossibly alive and warm) in the mirror as the rest of Heartslabyul crowds you on the other side of the mirror. (You're wearing odd clothes and even odder are the doppelgangers who stare at the scene bewildered.)The realization that he had been killing (killing) his own hits him full force and for a brief moment, he wonders if he is even fit to see you again. But then as you gaze up at him as if asking why he is not by your side he thinks he has time. Time to repent for his foolish actions, time to wash the blood from his hands, time to be worthy of your rule again. (He steps through the portal and something snaps back into place)

There is chaos surrounding your abode, everyone trying to find their role by your side after too long without your guiding hand. But Riddle for once is content to watch with a serene gaze. Because there would be nothing but perfection under your eye. (Because he loved you.)

The burn of indignation runs under his feet as he observes the pace you had been assigned. Broken boards, cobwebs, no insulation at all whoever had given you this pitiful home would be crushed under his heel when he got ahold of them. Can't they see you deserved nothing but the best? Yet there was no all-encompassing heat that burnt him until he was nothing but rage, instead in its place was a content piece. (The others with more providing natures were already running around trying to fix up the dorm after all.) So for the first time in a while, Riddle sat back on his feet to simply watch. (Because he was not needed, not with you here.) You're trying to stop the complete reconstruction of your dorm, placating the other's worries with a smile as Grim climbs from your shoulders to approach him. 

“Not going to greet your master? How strange of you leader.” His grin is infectious as ever, and Riddle cannot stop his chortle. Grim had always been a mentor, so it was no doubt that he would notice anything out of character. (But Riddles hands are deformed now, no longer the oni he once was.)

“I have… not conducted myself to be someone worthy of being under their rule. So for now I will watch.” There's a curiosity in the cat's gaze, no doubt from catching the others flinching briefly at his gaze but the feline doesn't press. Instead opting to impart some wisdom before leaping off the ledge to check on the others. 

“You know, they have a broken memory, they could use some of your orders.” A pause. ”But even so they missed you. Don't keep them waiting or too long.” Did you miss him? You missed him!  Don't worry Master you wouldn't wait long, just enough so he could wash the sins from his hands so he didn't sully your skin. But he'd never leave you. (Never again.)

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Flowers for Requiem (Lavender)

Author's note: yokai au! Caters turn although i fear i may not be able to do him justice sensei can't fully grasp his character 

Characters: Kitsune! Cater Diamond, Reader

Warnings: Yandere au and the unhealthy behavior associated. Nothing extremely graphic tho.

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Cater Diamond - Lavender - Peace

For as long as he had gained consciousness, Carter remembers the feeling of having something to prove. A desperate silly little fox trying to prove itself to deaf ears. It's a drunken experience hearing his name in the winds for the first time as he stands with nine tails. Too young they whisper, how could he have achieved this form at such a tender age. (How did he cheat, who helped him, he could never do it by himself after all.) It's a toxic energy, overbearing attention (but they are looking at him for the first time and he cannot get enough of the painful pricks in his skin.) 

By the time you manage to find him, the words have been engraved to his bone, and as he walks down the mountain in a strange anxious haze he cannot think but one thought. (What if I'm not enough.) The sentiment burns him, it makes him want to cry and tear his hard-won tails out because if he wasn't enough for his one and only master then why should he even continue to try? (Please please please he'll be everything you ever need, you can destroy him just don't throw him away.) He meets your eyes and the thoughts clam to a smooth surface. (He feels a little silly now, in the face of you, because how could he have thought someone like you would be so cruel.)

His rope is silky in his hands as he stares adoringly at you, sandwiched between the eager figures of Ace and Deuce, and he can sense Trey staring at you with open surprise. (And love, so much love that it seems to be steaming off of him.) but he can't blame them. (How silly he was to think he had to prove himself, because no one else mattered but you, and you already had a space for him by your side.) 

You are assurance and deprivation wrapped into one for him. A being whose existence alone soothes his burns and rearranges his organs so that he doesn't have to do it himself. Someone who needs not his tails nor his magical energy to bring them pride, a sort of validation that no one else would be able to replicate. (The rope around his neck is the ultimate medal, and he thinks nothing else could top the feeling of you tying his collar to its rightful place.) But medicine is derived from poison and when you fall to fate's cruel planning he can feel the venom seep to his skin. (it hurts)

You're still beautiful as you fall to the ground, eyes now unseeing (because the world does not deserve to see you) and limbs limp. That's all he remembers of the incident to be honest. There was nothing else important after that. Every yokai mourns in their way and Cater has long since learned the art of keeping to his own behind his smile. (he can't think too hard, to confront the fact that you are good and honestly gone, so he smiles until his teeth are bared and his face is marred into a snarl.) (his sisters try to visit once. once.) For Cater, when you die time stops. Why should it persist after you have gone. 

He wastes away, unable to differentiate day from day despite the rising and setting sun. And the clock resumes (finally)when the mirror opens and on the other side is… you.(It was really you, wasn't it master?) You have a rosy hue to your cheeks and starry eyes as you stare directly at him, eyes following the slow sway of his tails. (are you proud of him?) You're just as lovely as the day he lost you, but this time he won't let anything take you away. The flowers bloom once more as he steps through the gate. 

He's still yours after all, and that's all the criteria he needs to meet. 

It's an impossible feat, what Ace had accomplished, making a gate to a whole other universe to which he certainly had not visited before. (The boy seems confused at the awe, however, responding simply “Of course, I've been here before, but my master's side is where everybody belongs.” cater cannot find it in himself to deny the sentiment.) For the first few minutes, everyone is a mess, some desperately trying to regain their composure to not embarrass you with their behaviors and others fully sobbing at your image. Cater himself allows his mind to take at the moment. (because you're here now, there's no rush.) He will get to talk to you eventually, so he's patient as the others demand your attention. (Some want to take care of you as they always have and the others run rampant to provide what you need. He can already see Leona stalk to the entrance and guard the door.) You glance over at him, and he smiles droopy, relaxed for the first time since (since you were gone.)

“Ah, welcome home Master, or should I say I'm back?”

[dreamypainter]

Flowers for Requiem (White Carnation)

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series master list- for context!

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Author's note: continued yokai au!!! Focusing on our one and only baker! (if your confused to the au please take a look at the masterlist linked for context)

Characters: Tengu! Trey Clover, Reader

Warnings: Yandere au folks! Kinda lowkey but there's clear unhealthy idealization. (nothing graphic)

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Trey Clover - White Carnation - Sweet Love

Being the second in command to Heartslabyul had trained Trey to be at least a little conscious of his emotions. He had to be stronger and more mature to protect his family on the mountain. He can still remember fighting tooth and nail to raise Deuce, naturally when he sensed the near heartstopping shock radiating from the Deuce pair he had assumed they got caught during another prank. (Though there was something almost euphoric about the shock, he supposes that should have been the giveaway.)

He's used to putting his own needs aside, pushing and pulling others, not for his sake but for the sake of others. Everything about him is in question, what is he if not a position. (he hates it, he hates himself) then he meets you.

Feathers raised and ruffled with a red face almost melting off of his skull he stood face to face with you for the first time. It was as if his mind was rewiring itself (the lessons of a yokai's biology changing to suit their masters after their meeting shuffled through his mind but he couldn't hear them past the roaring of his own heart.)

His rope had barely materialized in his hand by the time Cater had caught up to him, but he couldn't possibly pay attention to him at the beginning and the end of it all. (It was terrifying, feeling what he had taken as a fact twist at the presence in front of him, how he had just met you and would give his entire life to just make you laugh.) When Trey met you, you quite literally rewrote the world to him (and remade himself)

So for the first time, even from all the injustice he had seen in his long years alive, he curses the world with blood and tears when it takes you away from it. (it's not fair, it's not fair that the world was able to live on without you, it didn't have the right.) but the familiar pull for taking care of the others forces gim to his feet. (please come back)

He is one of the few who keep the NRC from completely melting down at your fall, he could never blame you, not you, his precious master. He still prays for you as he goes on his journeys and still reports back to you as a dutiful yokai (though there is nobody and it leaves a bitter taste to his tongue.) (it's like ash) he finds himself busy monitoring the other dorms and stopping Riddle from going too far

They can't kill each other, he knows this but it doesn't stop the raw fear as he watches his childhood friend rip out teeth and tendons in a rage. But as he watches the fall many Oni take after the passing of their master happens in one of his own, he can feel hope slipping. He doesn't think he can make it without you. He doesn't have a purpose, does he even deserve to be here. So when Ace finds you (whole alive and breathing) he almost collapses. 

Thank the heavens and hells,(but not the cursed earth) he can't think even as Deuce strains through the mirror to meet you. (You bend down to comfort him just like you always had and he weeps. He weeps his sorrow, his regret, his sins all into one and presents it to you.) for the first time since (how long? He can't remember) he feels your touch whisper against his skin, quieting beating sorrow and the world rewrites itself one more time. 

He loves you, he loves the way you tear him apart gruesomely and stitch him back together just for you, a perfect being just for you. Pull him at the seams, cut him open, and rip to your heart's content, he'll be better. Fix him so he can stay by your side (and don't let go) 

Ace is busy getting the rest of the NRC through the window when Trey is finally able to comprehend the situation. You were in front of him, warmth breathing in your lungs and Grim seated comfortably in your arms with a knowing smirk. It's strangely reminiscent of when he first met you on the mountain, a face far too flushed as he gaped at you. At the time he had thought he would have all the time in the world to fix his first impression. (But the world continued without you, and he thinks it deserved to burn for that.) but there was no room for thoughts of scorn when you finally rested your hand on his head. Oh.

“It must have been tough taking care of them,” your smile is sad (why is it sad what is he doing wrong) “But it's time to take care of yourself now ok?” oh. Oh, he forgot. He forgot how easy it was for you to pull him apart deliciously and render him a mess. (he missed it.) His lips pull up at the corners against his will, he thinks that the others are lucky he hasn't fallen to the ground from the rampaging emotions in his body right now. You had always read him so well, like a loved book tattering at the seams. 

“I’ll be ok, you're here now.” He knew his voice was wobbling, there was a snicker in the background that told him of future teasing but he hardly cared. Because you were here now and it was all going to be ok. 

[dreamypainter]

:0, rsa interactions are so fun!! Thinking of a series with just nrc v rsa competing for yuus attention

hi, saw you wanted RSA vs NRC asks. so what about one where MC is not considered a hero or villain, like they're neutral. with both schools fighting on where to put them? (drink some water pls)

I have drunk water today! No worries!

Yes, I think Yuu is neutral to both sides, along with (Y/N). I can totally see RSA students looking at (Y/N) with confusion when she helps a RSA student, even though she is wearing NRC uniform. They find it strange that she isn't cold to them at all, but rather nice and doesn't seem to acknowledge them purposely. Which makes most Royal Sword students quite fond of her. Which pisses of NRC greatly.

(Y/N) stares at the RSA students with curiousity and awe as they approach her. The aura they had around them was very flashing and sparkly. "Excuse me miss, do you happen to know where we can find some beverages?" (Y/N) words almost caught in her throat from their formalities. "Yeah, there should be a stand around here.-"

"(Y/N)!!" Said girl turns around Kalim calls out to her. Yuu and Grim, Jamil follow after the eldest Asim. Kalim runs up to her, his red ruby eyes shining with delight. While he takes her arm with his, holding one another.

"Hey Kalim!" (Y/N) then nods to Yuu, Grim and Jamil. "(Y/N)! Are you gonna join us for lunch? Vil said we have a break before we perform!"

The female prefect holds in her squealing at Kalims adorableness. He reminded her of a happy little dog, wagging his tail in happiness for his owner. "Sure, sure. Just let me tell them the directions to the drink stand are- oh wait idea!"

Turning to the Royal Sword Academy students with a polite smile. The Ramshackle dorm leader asked them if they wanted to follow her and her friend group to the food stand area. The group of RSA students agree, ignoring the glaring odd stares from the NRC students.

(Ask box is OPEN!!!!)

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Masterlist-

Twst-

Flowers for Requiem - an au of test based on @twstedforyou yokai au

RSA v NRC - a transfer program au

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Flowers for Requiem masterlist

Flowers for Requiem - a twst yokai au based on @/twstedforyou

Welcome 

Grimm-

Daisy - New Beginning

Ace Trappola

Purple lilac - love

Deuce spade

Snowdrop - hope 

Riddle Rosehearts 

Thornless rose - first love

Trey Clover

White Carnation - sweet love 

Cater Diamond 

Lavender - peace 

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Flowers for Requiem(Snowdrop)

Author's note :Deuces part in the yokai au, poor buddy going through it 

Characters: Tengu!Deuce Spade, Reader

Warnings: yandere behavior (its yandere au!) nothing graphic but be aware!

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for contest please check out the other posts for this au!

Grim / Ace

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Deuce Spade- Snowdrop - Hope

The first time Deuce had the fortune of laying his eyes on you he was about 30 feet in the sky, and promptly plummeted to the ground from shock. (He remembered the bubbly giddiness of finally meeting you and the enamored rush from your duty that knocked him clean out of the sky.) Yet as he cracked into the ground (and ace) he could think of nothing but the color of your eyes. 

He had heard the tales of yokai and their master, of the fervent worship that defensive type yokai would fall into but he never truly understood. Not until now, with the all-consuming need to fall to your feet, or the urge to scoop you up and make sure the unjust earth never dirtied you. (Were you hungry? Thirsty? Did you want anything at all? He'll provide it for you!) (-hed bleed for you-)

The rope is heavy around his neck, and it's embarrassing how hot his face feels when you wrap it around his neck delicately. He almost drops to his knees when your skin brushes his neck and robs him of strength. He only managed to steady himself from the fear of startling you. You couldn't leave, not when he barely found you (please never leave.)

It was a naive sentiment he supposes because yokai all outlive their masters inevitably. Humans and Yokai live never mesh well. (But you weren't supposed to go, not like this, not with your cooling body on the ground in a puddle of red cooling-cooling- cold cold-) He doesn't have time to mourn, as he rounds up the others and tries to calm them. (He doesn't want to confront the ugly fear of being in a godless world)

But in the calm of his room, where he cannot interpret others' emotions as his own, he feels the void open and strips him of his will (to live, to die, to breathe, to decompose, to do anything). He does not cry (he doesn't deserve to). He won't neglect his duties. (He won't fail you again, master.)

A shrine is built for you, in your honor. (To ask for forgiveness) Sometimes he thinks he can see your figure kneeling next to the empty casket smiling peacefully as you watch them toil. (You had disappeared along with Grim during the chaos, he doesn't think he'll ever be able to truly repent for his failure.)

He makes his rounds dutifully. (There is no time for the pain building like a dam in his chest.) No one is the same, Ace barely has any of his energy, the others rage blunders his senses into an ugly amalgamation of desperate yearning that claws at him every day. (He thinks he deserves it, he'd still bleed for you.)(-does he even deserve to?-) But he cannot fail again, he cannot fail you again. 

Ace disappears, and he finally breaks. (Why is everyone leaving, why can't he protect them, why isn't he doing better, he has to be better-) Malleus smiles from the side and gives the cryptic message to wait. (And he's always been reliable. So he does.) Ace comes back in a strange uniform and a mischievous smile (just like how he used to be when… when-)

Behind him, the mirror shows an image of another Ace, covered in scratches and wide eyes, by his side a boy with his face. (something burns when he realizes this stranger has taken a place by your side.) But none of that mattered, nothing else mattered but the figure kneeling by him that was unmistakably you. (He had another chance, and he promises he'll give you the world this time.)

He'll do better this time, so please don't leave again. 

Going through the gate is a disconcerting experience, even with Ace leading him by his hand. Before he can gather his bearings he meets your eyes and he feels the air in his feathers as he falls (not physically this time but the weight that drops from his shoulders might as well be free fall.) He pays no attention to the squawk the other versions of his family make, Ace guards them away as he crawls towards you, unable to find the proper strength to stand up. (He'll apologize for the unsightly scene later, but for now, indulge him a bit please.) The ground stings against his knees and hands, but you reach out and caress his face. He feels warmth and wetness fall from his face. (And so he cries.)

“Master I-” I'm sorry, forgive me, punish me as you see fit. I'm so sorry. He prays against you, an acolyte in the face of his deity. The words bleed from his tongue but you just smile as if confused before reaching to wipe his tears. 

“There's nothing to forgive Deuce.” He loses the rest of the strength in his body and falls to your feet, weeping as you hold him close. His voice rips at his throat until it's raw, the tears sting his eyes and his entire body feels tight but he doesn't remember feeling as untethered since you left him. ( Repentance ripples through his flesh until he feels as if he's the air itself.) The comforting warmth of your hand against his skin soothes any sorrow and his rope feels right against his neck. 

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Flowers for Requiem (Purple Lilac)

Author's note: another in the series, but focuses on ace from yokai au! 

Characters: Kitsune!Ace Trappola, Reader

Warnings: yandere behavior (as it is a yandere au!) nothing graphic but best to be aware anyways!

Ace Trappola - Purple Lilac - love

He can still feel the first moments after he met your eyes, the primal feeling of belonging settling to his flesh and rooting the existence of love to his veins. It fed off of any sense he had beforehand, and independence until he could do nothing but kneel at your feet. (he wouldn't have it any other way.) It's an addiction he craves, one hell gladly let's destroy him. 

He remembers sometimes the days he wondered if he needed a master, the thoughts seemed sacrilegious in your presence. But as he feels the bright red rope pull into existence, hard twine unbreakable and so hot in his hold he knows that this is why yokai live and die for their master. This desire roils in his gut to give you the world, the high of being by your side was all that he needed (this was all that he'd ever know)

It's a cool day in hell when you break when the world forsakes your presence and steals you away from them. He can hear the wailing behind him, the screams of fire and brimstone, and the sobbing of blood to the earth. (he cannot listen, all he can hear is the murmur in the air with your voice. It says find me, find me.) (and he'd always do anything for you.)

He thinks this is when the cracks start to appear, like a mirror reflection mocking its owner. His sanity will never be quite the same (but it doesn't matter, not when you're gone.)

Time blends into a disconcerting mesh of hours, days, years, months as he stares into the mirror, the gate that might (must) lead him to you. (he cannot remember, he cannot care because time does not deserve to continue without you.) Sometimes he wakes up and convinces himself it's been only a few hours and your spirit still lingers in the wind. (It's still far too long.) 

His once tail multiples to five, to other kitsune it symbolizes power and pride (to him it means he's failed you for far too long.) He can feel the fire burning in his bones from the heavyweight on his back. His fur is matted and on the worst days, he debates on clawing them from his skin. (He hates what it means, he hates that you aren't here, he hates that he wasn't enough.)

It's on one of his worst days, and perhaps from his desperation welling into his chest and pouring into the gate when he finally catches a glimpse of your skin. The symphony unheard reaches its peak as your laughter sways from the mirror and coats his body in a familiar euphoria. (found you he found he found hefoundyou-.)

Disgust curls in his gut as he watches another him, unworthy skin ruffling your hair. (How dare he assume his face and treat you as if you were equal when you deserve so much better.) He doesn't deserve you, he doesn't deserve the place by your side and the rage builds up as tears well in his eyes. (and maybe he hates him just a bit more because he resembles the little one-tailed fox that held his master's cooling body and not the monster with 5 tails who locked himself away.)

Ah, but don't worry master, he'll be with you soon to erase all those who don't give you the proper reverence for existence. But first, he needs to compose himself and freshen up, he can't allow you to see the pathetic mess has become. (it'll be ok because you're here.) be sure to praise him a lot when he makes it over ok?

Bright blue eyes burn from the mirror as if to ask him what took so long?

The rope burns his skin, rough against the burns from the days he almost choked himself in search of your touch underneath the collar of the school's uniform. He relishes in the pain of it, even as it grounds him from the high of feeling you again. He can hardly see past the daze of his mind-numbing relief, but he knows better than to reach out. (to caress you, to be caressed with anything about you just to absorb the fact that you're right here again.) He can hear you stumble down the stairs and he can see the other Deuce (another unworthy existence taking the face of his own) grab your arm roughly and he almost growls. Be more gentle, he wants to scream, don't touch them like they're just anyone. Your gaze turns to him and he wonders if this is how it feels to melt. 

“Ace! You usually don't wake up before us!” Ah, it's been so long since your voice has graced his ears (he loves it, he loves you) he almost could cry. He smiles( a little dopey and he can see Grims teasing smiles perched from your shoulder). (Sneaky cat, he should have known that he would follow you anywhere.) 

“Well I decided to change something, so you know, get prepared for the day.” He encircles an arm around your waist to fit you snugly to his side, his tone is too soft but he can't bear to talk as roughly as his doppelganger. The other Deuce makes a startling noise at his action(the other Ace must not be so affectionate, honestly it's a waste he was alive-) It's been so long since he's touched you so give him just a little leeway for right now, please? Your laugh tastes sweet and he's halfway sure syrup is dripping from his ears as you tug him to a class. He'll get the others soon, but for now, just let him have this. 

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Saving this because I really really wanna expand on it

For all the kind words, thank you! This AU/blog is filled with pictures, which leaves mostly everything else to the viewer’s imagination… Still, if these boys have found their ways into your daydreams, Mod would be delighted to hear it!

(under the cut–tidbits about the boys moving into Twisted Wonderland!)

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Flowers for Requiem

Authors note: @twstedforyou yokai au homage fic 

Characters: Nekomata!Grim, Reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior

Grimm - Daisy - New Beginning

He can't remember when he came into existence, vague memories of the streets he grew up on wiped almost clean by time's unrelenting pace. He’s been alive for far too long watching with a disinterested eye civilization rising and falling all within a single breath. All that's left of whoever he was dyed underneath the frost that started at his fingertips, crystalizing his blood and flooding his bones. The permafrost settles into this marrow and he can no longer remember warmth. (he thinks it's a little ironic considering the fire that decorates his flesh.)

By the time he finds the rest of his family, he has no more of the youthful sympathy that used to be so easy to give. It's hard to give so easily after watching wars spill innocent blood for the greed of man, shattering all that he had once felt for humanity. In its place is a void in his chest, filled with teeth as if to ravage anything that would prove he still had a pulse near his chest. (All he feels is cold cold cold cold cold-)

Sometimes as he raises these children slowly multiplying on the mountain, from riddles, expressive outbursts to Azuls sensitivity, he thinks he might be able to remember what fire feels like. The mountainside pulses with life in their presence. NRC grows underneath his care. 

Some nights he dreams of the warm breath shared by a soulmate, the soft sobering looks of love and he swears he can feel the frost melting. He wakes up surrounded by snow. 

His little family thrives alongside him and maybe it's the universe rewarding him for his service, praising him for raising the rest of the yokai on the mountain. But he very nearly weeps when he finally finds you. Their master. His master. His everything.

NRC had grown enough to be renowned as a powerhouse, hard work, and strict teachings finally paying off in a haven of sorts. That also means they have taken on the responsibilities of a regular shrine. (He’ll never regret it though, not when it finally leads him to you.)

He catches you at the witching hour, hair strewed messily, no doubt about to cause a nasty bedhead and a trail of saliva pooling from your lips. Grimm can feel the reverence rush through his veins burning through his flesh vengeful until he feels as if he might turn into ash. (You've ruined him for life, but he doesn’t think he'd have it any other way.)

It's suddenly so warm, lethargic warmth pooling in his gut and robbing away his strength, his head barely coherent enough to not slam into the window in his hast to get to you. 

He feels almost overheated, nothing else in his head but the way your eyes flutter lightly in the moonlight, how your lips are parted just slightly, the way you clutch your blanket to ward off the night's chill. Nothing but you, youyouyouyou-

He might evaporate, crumble into nothing from the heat and adoration mixing dangerously in his body, there is something primal screeching to submit. Submit his will, his life, his love. In his hands, a rope manifests (a string of fate, a manifestation of his obsession and loyalty) and he finally (finally) approaches you. 

He’ll be so so good for you, so obedient just for you, anything for you he promises so please please please just look at him? Stay with him? Love him

You should be screaming, diving for your phone, running away, really anything other than what you're doing right now, which is sitting like a waiting duck as the intruder stares at you from the edge of your bed. His features are barely distinguishable in the moonlight, pale skin, and burning blue eyes, but perhaps what's most strange are the feline features encased in blue fire lazily waving in the air. You're not sure why you're so calm, why you're so sure that this man won't hurt you. Perhaps it's the revenant stare or the almost feather-soft smile melting to his face. (A puzzle piece slides into place, the picture is almost complete and you've never felt so clear yet unfulfilled simultaneously.) You're broken from your trance at the sickly sweet croon.

“Master,” he murmurs, honey, dripping from his tongue, as if a deprived animal put in front of paradise. “Master,” he repeats and grins. He hands you an electrifying blue rope, almost glowing in your hands, before lowering his head obediently to your lap. He gives no instructions. You know what to do. (After you collar him properly he will sit up and coax you with sweet words to visit the others, with an almost sensual touch he will guide you up the mountains where the rest of what’s yours waits. But for now, you watch as he shivers against the brush of your finger, tears slipping from the corner of his eyes at the feeling of finally, finally feeling warm.)