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Wings (Chapter 3)

author's note: oops, it has been a hot minute since I last updated this particular project lmaoooo

content: fluff | trip to memory lane | implied angst

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

At first, Floyd thought nothing of the sort when it came to jobs, mundane clean-ups that required his brute force and his brother’s persuasive charm. Sure, he had come across the occasional cute kid, but nothing else. 

This was his drive, something he could do besides skateboarding every evening after a long day - until he met [Reader]. If he remembered well, his first encounter with [Reader] was nothing short of a surprise, a new order to monitor the streets and eradicate the “vermin”. The “vermin” in question happened to be a short-tempered, bull-headed older brother of [Reader] who insisted on keeping their territory, their lackeys echoing the same sentiment. 

“How bothersome,” Jade muttered woefully, adjusting his satin gloves. Floyd ignored him - most of the time, Jade, with his butler-like temperance and icy smile, would handle negotiations swiftly and civilly. However, this incident warranted Floyd’s brute strength and sharp wit. Naturally, when one twin faltered, the other would provide support (begrudgingly). 

“Now, now, what do we have here? A stubborn brat with their dogs..” A smirk danced on Floyd’s lips, seeing those hostile gazes, their leader glaring daggers at him. 

“Oh no, Floyd, you must be polite to our guests. Calling them ‘dogs’ wouldn’t simply do.” 

Jade quipped along, his smile mirroring Floyd’s. 

“Why not? They’re surrounding him like a horde of dogs,” 

Floyd snickers, his eye catching a pattern of white amid a sea of black cloth. Ah, the young man wasn’t liking the way his heart skipped a beat. A thrill different from his adrenaline-driven moments, it felt as if he won a fight against his brother - exhilaration permeating his senses. 

What is this feeling? Floyd remembered asking himself when he first laid eyes on [Reader]. He recalled this first counter, a livid [Reader] ready to fight even the most intimidating figures in the streets, shielding their older brother and putting themselves in front of Floyd, hands on their hips. On that day, [Reader] had struck a deal with the twins: a skateboarding competition to determine who can keep their turf. Their older brother was a master in such with the other gang members in the same caliber, while Floyd was the better skateboard out of the Leech twins. Out of fairness, the competition was narrowed down to Floyd and the leader. 

“Good luck, Floyd.” 

Jade, out of the kindness of his heart, bid, mild disinterest showing on his frown. 

“Thanks.” 

Blessings from his other brother were rare, but it seemed appropriate to take it anyway. The skateboarding competition, located at a small abandoned skating park, demanded skill and agility on the skateboard. The judges of the competition were the more vocal out of the audience, jeering as one who didn’t demonstrate their prowess on the skateboard properly or cheering who did. [Reader] merely watched, noting who was the true victor between the two competitors. 

Many thought the winner would be the Leader with his perfect ollies and tactful maneuvers as the victor, and some thought Floyd with his spontaneous bursts of energy and insane heights on his jumps. Discourse divided the group, opinions split between Floyd and the Leader as the victors in the competition. Looking back to this moment, Floyd remembered a sense of clarity and relief when [Reader] stepped out from their stupor, their figure emerging from the crowd of lackeys with a calm demeanor. 

“Big Brother, you did well today,” 

They say as their eyes train on Floyd intensely, a sad smile by their lips. 

“But, Floyd’s skating was different, something I’ve never seen before. On top of that, it was reckless in the sense that he did pull off maneuvers at the last minute and getting height from them.”

The grimace from their older brother’s expression was evident to see. 

“Thanks, [Reader].” 

A bitter smile was all he could muster for a loser’s crowning. Pride swelled in Floyd’s bosom, almost outweighing the thrill from the competition. 

“Congratulations, Floyd. You’ve won. Since you’ve won this fair and square, the turf my brother and his boys have called home is now yours. Is there anything else you’d want on top of your prize?” 

“Your hand, if you please.” 

Floyd blurted. His twin looked at him in disbelief. What kind of romantic troupe did Floyd just pulled off? Jade thought to himself; yet, he lacked the words to scold or even patronize Floyd for his brashness. 

Even [Reader] was speechless. Sure enough, this person, a total stranger, a lackey under the famed Octavinelle group no less, wasn’t that bold enough to ask for [Reader]’s interest in romance. Yet, there was something intense about the Leech twin’s gaze, a look that would knock the absolute wind out of his opponent, but one that [Reader] somehow knew that he was serious. 

“Let me think about it.” 

Those words echo in the forefront of Floyd’s mind as well as [Reader]’s. An apologetic smile curls on [Reader]’s lips before they collect their indignant brother and his lackeys. As if he were in a dream, he saw a beautiful flower blossom before him. 

~ ~ ~ 

“Hey, Floyd,” 

“Yes, [Reader]?” 

“Do you remember when we first met?” 

“You mean the time when I was beating the crap out of your brother?” 

An affable snort slips from [Reader]. 

“Yea, what about it?” 

“I don’t know how to say it outright, but when I saw you that day. Maybe the adrenaline was getting to me..” 

A burning sensation permeates his cheeks, a feeling he wasn’t too keen on himself. Maybe he was having a fever? He could fathom [Reader]’s silhouette in the moonlight, their smile a faint line in the distance. 

“You don’t have to say it outright, Floyd.” 

A faint warmth hovers over Floyd’s hand, a pair of eyes conveying nothing but patience and a sliver of kindness. 

“But…” 

Floyd removes his hand away, his gaze elsewhere, anywhere but [Reader]’s face. This foreign sensation in his heart befuddled him - what was it? The words couldn’t seem to come out. He hated how his heart pittered-pattered against his chest and how his cheeks flared up upon the sight of [Reader]. What am I, an elementary school student? 

He sighs, fixing his gaze upon [Reader] once more.

Before he could budge, they stood in front of him, their height barely reaching up to his torso. Yet, they lock eyes, a look of determination and patience bearing into him.

"Floyd, you're a funny guy, you know that? You really asked to court me as soon as you beat the crap out of my brother from a skating bout and multiple fights, and he is considered the BEST out of our group. Sure, my brother would make you fight him to test you after that, but you kept on beating him, one way after another. But after all that fighting, my brother had a hard time accepting that someone else could protect his little sibling. Well, you've also made me realize that I can love someone other than my big brother. I don't know if you were impulsive, stupid, or both. But, I respect that, Floyd, and you're so silly for it." 

Silly? What a way to describe the debacle years ago. He lets out a dry chuckle, letting those memories slip by as [Reader] regaled the story. What else did he see in [Reader] when they first met? Sure, they gave him a striking impression after that fight, or the selfless act of Floyd would dub stupidity after they would come up to him and pat his head like he was some kid. This thinking got him hungry. 

“How about we grab a quick snack before going home, huh? My stomach is killing me.” 

[Reader] doesn’t seem to pay mind to the serious tone from before. They followed along with a pleasant smile on their lips.

I'll keep on reminding you until that memory is embedded in your brain, Floyd Leech. 

Some would say a curse, but to [Reader], it was a memory worth cherishing.

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How does red robin love?

Tim is the type to love constantly, to spend quality time with you, with activities or with his presence alone. When he is off duty, he’d gravitate to your haunts, sitting next to you while he is working on his devices. The comfortable silence the two of you shared was enough, just you and him sharing the same space as each other.

His love would be little trinkets on your desk, ones that you’d have a passing comment on that Tim kept in mind when you went out together, little rounds of multiplayer games together where you and Tim would compete against each other for a racing game, a fighting game, or a cozy game that suited your tastes.

These shared moments would be ones he’d cherish the moment; the way you raised your voice after breaking your win streak with a loss, surpassing him with a certain minigame, or achieving a victory with a close call move even Tim didn’t see coming. Aside from the rollercoaster of gameplay, the fact that you enjoyed yourself was enough for his heart to soar.

Tim’s love was a constant; listening to your troubles when you needed it, giving you some space to allow you to breathe. He was there, as a shoulder for you to cry on, someone you could rely on to have a dialogue about the mundane things in life. Tim loved you as a constant, something that was stable, something that was familiar, and you were his constant, grounding him with love.

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girl I almost forgot to write

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Before the Race

author's note: I meant to post this the day of sebek's clubwear gacha banner in hopes of good luck anddddd as of now, I have expended my pulls + I'm scrambling to recover my funds uuuuu

content note: fluff | established relationship | could be interpreted as platonic or romantic

Excitement flitted in a sea of binoculars and glasses, all eyes pinned onto the spectacle of spirited horses trotting onto the field. Clamorous chaos ensues, the cacophony startling a handful of the creatures, the jockeys soothing them with gentle strokes on their manes.

“Welcomes, ladies and gentlemen, to the Interhigh School Equestrian Tournament! Today, we present you our contenders for today’s racing event. Representing Night Raven College, Sebek Zigvolt!”

A chorus of cheers ring out from the crowd, murmurs rippling throughout the crowd in patches. Exclamations about the jockey’s dashing looks upon a handsome mount, the horse a fine specimen for a young man sprinkle about, the voices startling the poor horse. Sebek quietly soothes his companion with gentle strokes of their mane. She chortles, rocking in her hooves.

“Sebek!”

The horse’s ears prick over to the side, her eyes landing upon a familiar face approaching the equestrian slowly.

“[Reader],”

Sebek greets the interloper with an annoyed frown, the urge to scold them right then and there quite intense. He held back, noting that the entire school, including Malleus, was watching him and his companion. [Reader], on the other hand, regards the stallion with a gentle stroke between his nostrils. His braided tail swishes in greeting.

“Stella looks ready to go,”

A chuckle bubbles from their lips, their eyes catching onto Sebek’s gaze, a profound confidence oozing from their expression.

“Are you ready to blow those pretty boys out of the way?”

They gesture to the other side, where a jockey with a polished off-white uniform adorned with the Royal Sword Academy insignia brushes his horse carefreely. Sebek felt the flame of competition ignite within him.

“You don’t need to remind me. Tempest and I duly intend on winning this round.”

“That confidence speaks volume, Sebek.”

“Unlike everyone else, I will not let my ego affect my performance. We will win this.”

[Reader] lets out a chuckle, stroking Tempest’s mane.

“You got this, don’t you, Tempest?”

The stallion snorts, kicking up her feet in excitement, in turn, startling Sebek. He clings onto his saddle, quelling the stallion by the reins.

“Good mood, aren’t you, boy?”

[Reader] giggles affectionately.

“[Reader], how many times have I told you not to provoke him?!”

“Oh, he loves me, Sebek, and well, since you’re so confident on winning, I guess I won’t be imparting my gift to you then.”

Their lips form a pout, averting their gaze from Sebek’s scalding glare. Sebek clicks his tongue - [Reader] truly knew how to press his buttons. He switches the reins to his other hand, deftly unmounting himself from Tempest. Devious satisfaction crosses [Reader]’s features.

“Consider this as a good luck charm for the race.”

They impart a pin on Sebek, a wreath bejeweled with simple flora. Deft fingers fasten the pin onto Sebek’s uniform, a splash of color amidst the black and golden adornments.

“I trust you didn’t put magic in this?”

“Oh no, no, no, no, Sebek, I wouldn’t!”

[Reader]’s pout grew larger.

“This is a non-enchanted item, my dear Zigvolt, trust me. You know me long enough that I can’t use any magic.”

“Right, a good luck charm, not exactly harmful nor useful.”

Sebek’s remark hit too close to [Reader]’s feelings, their pout quite obvious.

“Gentlemen, please approach the gates. We will begin the race soon.”

Crowley’s voice booms across the field, a cue that brought even more cheers from the audience.

Sebek takes a breath, retaining his cool demeanor from before.

“Thanks, [Reader]. I shall return it to you once we finish.”

“No, you can keep it, Zigvolt. It’s a gift from me.”

[Reader] smiles sweetly before their classmate. Such sincerity startled the young man, heat rushing up his cheeks.

“I-I see..”

Words of gratitude lay lost in the void, yet he recovers a fraction of dignity, clearing his throat.

“I very much appreciate your gift, [Reader]. Tempest and I shall ride us both to victory.”

“Indeed, you will. Best of luck.”

With those final words and a smile, Sebek saw [Reader]’s silhouette blend in with the crowd, their smile lingering in his mind. With steeled resolve, both rider and horse embark in the race against time.

“Let’s go, Tempest.”

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An Instant

You couldn’t recall when your heart started racing upon seeing your best friend, from the sound of his voice calling out to you, to the glimpse of a warm smile on his lips. The strange feeling of warmth blossoming in your heart when you heed his call, a light-hearted greeting that widened the smile into a grin. You swore you were going crazy when you caught him staring at you for a second too long, a concerned look crossing your features. He dismisses his behavior, his demeanor buoyant as if nothing had happened.

Both of you tread the line between friendship and intrigue, unspoken words telling a dance of tension and camaraderie; you dare not tip the balance of friendship, fearful that any advancements would threaten the established connection that lies between you.

Yet, many would mistake you two as a couple, a dynamic envious of a dating couple that you almost thought you were together (when you weren’t), hurried clarifications of a strong friendship that seemingly didn’t convince the passerby. Alas, even with that rationale, the premonition of a budding romance was there.

What seemed to be the presence of time threading memories and shared experiences together into a tapestry of friendship, love slowly seeped through the threads. Comments from back when about your best friend’s charm return to haunt your thoughts - was he this handsome in the first place? You find yourself pondering, your gaze lost on his silhouette. Such comments, as a friend, you would dismiss at first, just compliments from a passerby who saw him at face value rather than his friendship.

“You good, [Reader]?”

The familiar voice chimes in, his cadence your anchor back to reality. His handsome visage was in full view, unique features that seemingly made your heart race so suddenly. Your face aflame, you manage a quick apology before recovering your facade.

“It’s nothing.”

You dare not show your face to him, already stashing away the forbidden thought of romance in the corners of your mind.

dick grayson | gojo satoru | soshiro hoshina | sebek zigvolt | jade leech | epel felmier | jack howl

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Hiding Under the Mask

Summary: Jade considers himself a gentlemen, but there are ways when he is not.

Content warning: established relationship | yandere-ish themes |

Jade’s facade crosses the line of professionalism and sincerity, his crooked smile a mask behind his true and impure intentions. He isn’t the person who openly admits his intentions at the forefront, rather, he plays his cards too well, anticipating his adversary’s next move with steady patience.

There is reason to fear Mr. Jade Leech as a friend and a partner; his instincts never failing him for a second when it came to your necessities and desires - once you had voiced something you wished to have, he had already granted your wish by procuring it in an instant. Of course, he’d drag his dear brother and Azul into this mess - bribing (more like negotiating) with Floyd into doing a favor or two to turn a blind eye while Azul managed the logistics - with a reasonable price for a fee.

Jade’s shenanigans certainly didn’t amuse Floyd and Azul one bit, for Jade was ruthless with his negotiations. He knew their weaknesses and wouldn’t hesitate to outfox them even if they had the chance. After all, he simply ‘needed’ their capabilities to go for what he sought the most: your heart.

He had to orchestrate everything from behind the scenes, to ensure the perfect date, yes, he definitely monopolized the entire Octavinelle dorm to ensure everything went swimmingly on his dates with you. At times, when Jade would share a sweet smile with you, his gaze would land on a familiar face as a silent threat to not disturb him. Such a gaze would send shivers, a heel pivoting for the other direction.

Jade, at his worst, would use his words as weapons, toying with you until he had his fill, seeing your adorable reactions to every word he’d say. To best describe your dynamic in Floyd’s words, you were his doll, his plaything, his precious treasure, one that he reveled in admiration and coo in adoration. It was sickening to see Jade gush all about you after time passed but Floyd knew that his own brother was definitely having fun, a mischievous little eel who often toyed with his precious things.

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Mine

Content warning: yandere-ish vibes | epel got a possessive side

Epel has a tiny secret, scratch that, big secret: he is very possessive. It started when he was younger: when his family gifted him bunnies as a pet, a precious life form that he swore to take care of as a young boy. He would put all of his attention to taking care of them, showering them with affection to the point of spoiling them to death. With this, he had to make sure his beloved bunnies know that he was their world, and nothing more.

You, on the other hand, were no exception; many times would his family would point out his tendencies, but he made sure to be subtle, thanks to Rook and Vil’s teachings. The second he laid his eyes on you, he knew that you were his. A quick squeeze of your hand or a lingering gaze when he thinks you’re not looking. This territorial side of him came from a certain senpai's teachings, one that he accidentally picked up one day.

Your presence is more than enough reason to motivate him to improve himself; he’d work harder at Magishift practices, investing more time and effort in his routines to the point of perfection, and become even stronger with his magic and physique so he can protect you in the way he can.

He’d memorize your schedule and your routes around campus, to which he’d make time for you whenever he can, making sure you know you’re his; from giving your hand a squeeze to helping you carry your books. Subtlety was key for his actions - too much would be sickening, a little a bit a day was enough. Yet, he would crave more of your attention, the urge to keep you to himself stronger than ever.

He slowly escalates his touches, his hand hovering over your waist, a dark glare towards anyone who looks your way. “What’s wrong, Epel?” You had to ask, noticing something off with your boyfriend’s demeanor. A boyish smile curls at his lips, a charming innocence radiating from his smile. “Nothing, [Reader].” He leans close to you, his hand encircling your waist. Your skin prickled at the sudden touch, one that you welcomed with a small smile on your lips. For this side of him was dangerous, his pretty-boy features fooling anyone who crossed his path.

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Night Dancer

content note: This song really | established a relationship w/ jamil | wholesome

Shades of twilight paint a starless sky, the moon still a little ways from waking for its time. The Scarabia dorm, gleaming in golds and brass, the colors of the sun ubiquitous, reminiscent of a certain someone. What was once a lively dorm during the day became a tranquil sanctuary by night, silence reigning the halls, not a soul to be heard save for one.

Locks the shade of fine chocolate blend into the dim, the night cloaking a silhouette of burgundy into its helm of shadows. Ashy orbitals scour over an empty room, void of any soul save for himself, the perfect space for himself. The hour was prime for his endeavors: the time when everyone, including Kalim, wasn’t prattling about, asking for his assistance and his expertise; the time when titles, riches, nor formalities didn’t matter - Jamil Viper was by himself with the moonlit sky his witness to his deeds.

Before he begins his festivities, he steps outside, basking in the chill of the sands, a gentle wind teasing his locks. Now was the time he could let loose, play a tune or two and dance, unleash his stressors and worries through dance

He looks up from his stupor, glimpsing a familiar face. [Reader] had stepped into the threshold of the Scarabia dorm, a shy smile dancing on their lips.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting, Jamil.”

His features soften upon the greeting, a hand extends in invitation.

“Pay no mind, [Reader]. You’re right on time. Thank you for coming.”

“I never would’ve thought I’d be asked for a dance together with you and everyone else in the dorm sleeping.”

You look back at the empty corridors, fearing naught but the sound of your voice rousing the residents. The keen servant had already answered one of those worries by placing an earbud in your ear and the other in his.

“You underestimate me.”

A wounded look comes across his handsome features. You pout as if you were stung by the comment yourself.

Not sparing a moment, Jamil guides you into the balcony, where the moon will bear witness to your rendezvous. The warmth of Jamil’s presence subdues any remnant of the cool night, a comforting pressure on your waist and hands. With the music playing softly by your earbuds, the both of you share a dance under the night. Gone were the formalities of school, servitude, and honorifics. Just you and Jamil under the night sky.

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how does red hood love?

Jason Todd loves quietly, his eyes following your every move when he has you in his sights. The way he shifts his weight towards you, a ghost of a smile by his lips when he greets you. To him, you’re an angel on earth, a sight for sore eyes with your warmth and affection. He tries not to entertain the thought of keeping you all for himself - such a devilish thought was definitely out of question.

Rather, he sees you in his home - a silhouette idling on a soft couch, reading a book, your gaze elsewhere; an apron wrapped around your figure as you try to make heads or tails about a recipe, your lips thinning in contemplation as you try to ascertain a certain measurement; a faint warmth that lingered on his arms when you cling onto him for movie night, your expressions painting his nights with fondness.

He bears in mind your favorites, takes pictures of you in your elements, and often offers to help - even though you say you don’t need it. Of course, he eggs you for certain things - all the more to see you fluster and smile. If he thinks you’re not looking, his fingers would drift to yours, gently lacing your hands together - a reminder that you’re with him.

Jason Todd loves quietly, treasuring your touch and presence in ways that he’ll remember.

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how does nightwing love?

Dick loves loudly; his eyes light up when he sees you come in the room, welcoming your presence with hugs and a warm smile, quick to make sure you’re comfortable. He keeps his eyes on you, his smile lingering a second longer when he thinks you’re not looking.

When you’re feeling down, his presence is enough to let you know that he is there for you. A warm hand wrapping around yours, his ocean blue eyes an anchor. His whispers, poetry of his love.

Quiet moments would be spent cuddling; his fingers tracing every itch of your being, his eyes drinking in your very silhouette. Your voice, music to his ears, captivates him in an inescapable spell. He finds himself bound to you, completely at your mercy in the game of love. Dick lost count of the times he says “I love you”, but he wants you to echo those thoughts, to mean those very words every time he confesses his love - to have those very words dug out from the depths of your heart until your love was spent on him.

Dick loves loudly, for his love is endless, and lingering.

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Together

Author's note: guess who is binging on TWST main story again? so fun...

Content: one shot | fluff | solo date picnic turned into a date with Rook!

Pearly white clouds trudge along a horizon of purest blue, the sun peeping in between voluminous thickets. Birds trill among themselves, their tones merging into a song of springtime wonder. Such ambiance brought delight to Rook’s ears - music to describe the very scene he was going to witness.

Ah, if only he could immortalize this scene forever - how the wind came in at perfect timing, teasing your locks in flattering angles, how your lips gently curled to a smile, your eyes drifting to the surrounding beauty. Rook’s heart soared - truly, he witnessed something great, something he could remember for years - this very embodiment of beauty, the sheer display of grace. Alas, he mustn’t delay for long: after partaking such a view, he had to return to the dorm and do his due diligence as Dorm Head - besides, Vil wouldn’t have him hear the end of it if he were to be out too long.

“Rook?”

Rook freezes, his heart beating a mile a minute against his chest. There was no way you could’ve noticed him - he made sure to hide himself well. He ventures a step, testing this little theory.

“Rook, I can see you.”

“Oh, whatever do you mean, my precious?”

The giddiness evident in his voice, Rook lets his gaze land back on your silhouette. Your eyes, resplendent with an unforgettable shade, lock onto the space where you suspect he must be, the feather plume an obvious sign.

“I can see your hat from the bushes.”

Oh la la, they got me!

“You continue to impress me, mon tresor. I cannot believe you saw right through me as I go through my daily walk.”

“I’m sure a daily walk doesn’t involve you sneaking in the bushes in the middle of the day, Rook.”

Your lips curl to a smile of amusement.

“You got me there, my dear.”

Rook slinks out of his hiding spot, his feather plume quivering oh-so-slighty.

“Why not join in the fun? I have snacks and tea for a picnic.”

“A picnic, you say? Why, all by yourself, my dear?”

Rook’s smile turns to an expression of incredulity.

“What’s wrong about having a solo date?”

His blonde bob shakes feverishly.

“Non, non! That won't do! Allow me, the Chaser of Love, to accompany you to this picnic. That way, it would be a date with the two of us!”

Heat rushes up to your cheeks at this revelation, any words of protest lost in the void of your thoughts.

“Thanks, Rook.”

You chuckle lightly, embarrassment lingering in your smile as you pat an empty spot next to you.

“Please help yourself. I’ve made snacks and tea for a lovely day like this.”

“Why, thank you! I shall enjoy your love to the fullest.”

The urge to bury oneself was quite strong - that or taking Rook’s hat and shoving it to his face. You avert your gaze elsewhere, anywhere but Rook’s frustratingly handsome and ecstatic presence.

“Stop saying such embarrassing stuff. Just enjoy yourself.”

“Will do.”

Rook responds with a lighthearted chuckle, already making himself comfortable with his bearings. Under a clear blue sky, hues of verdant surround two silhouettes, excitable voices carrying along the wind’s whims.

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One's Troubles

Content: fluff | can be read as romantic or platonic | Deuce x reader

So much for being an honor student, Deuce lets out a heavy sigh, a gloved head ruffling his black locks as he shuffles into the Heartslabyul dorm. The topsy-turvy interior of the Heartslabyul dorm was a sight for sore eyes - a chorus of voices greeted the first year back to the dorm. He fathoms a familiar voice in the cacophony: a cheery Cater with his obnoxious phone case.

“Deucey-”

The ginger’s expression melts into concern as soon as he places a hand on the younger’s shoulder.

“Whoa, you look rough.”

As timing would have it, both Riddle and Trey come forth - both wearing concerned expressions.

“Please tell me this isn’t from a magic duel.”

Trey laments. No words were needed - Deuce winces. He’d have to face getting collared by Riddle or write down a 500-word apology essay later.

“It was my fault.”

Such an apology came softly from Deuce’s lips, his gaze elsewhere. A thin line appears on Riddle’s lips, his demeanor steeling to that of the Red Queen.

“First, the infirmary. We’ll attend to your punishment later.”

The first year lets out a sigh, relief washing over him.

Thank you, Riddle,. He had more time to mentally steel himself for his punishment later.

“Alright, Deuce. Let’s go, we’ll have the nurse take a look at you.”

“Hold it!”

An earnest voice rings out from the crowd. Startled, the others peer back.

“I can take him to the nurse!”

The two third years exchange a glance; Cater sparing a second to wink at Trey before nodding to Riddle. Trey and Riddle take a moment before moving out of the way.

“Of course, he’s all yours, [Reader].”

With a spring in their step, they lock arms with Deuce as both students embark on the journey to the nurse.

~

“Please don’t tell me you got another fight on campus.”

[Reader] comments, their focus on the patches of red and purple on their classmate’s face.

“It isn’t as bad as it looks.”

Deuce shirks from [Reader]’s gaze, the response doesn’t go unnoticed by them as they perk an eyebrow.

“Oh really? What happens if I touch it?”

Just as [Reader]’s finger was hovering over a little bruise on his cheek. He grimaces once more.

“Yeah, that fight was not worth it.”

“Shut up…”

His cheeks burn scarlet, his features contorting to a mask of pain. [Reader] gauges the work in front of them - a multitude of bruises all over his handsome features, followed by a wounded ego. If Crowley were to hear from this, he would have Deuce expelled for sure. They let that fact linger in the depths of their mind; for now, Deuce needed some attention.

“You okay though, Deuce?”

“I’m doing fine. Thanks, [Reader].”

There was the sheepish expression again, certainly an adorable one when he knew he was in the wrong, yet was quite aware of the consequences that followed. Words weren’t needed between the two students when Deuce felt a profound warmth envelop him in an embrace. A sensation he hadn’t felt in a while - yet, it was the perfect antidote for his troubles. He doesn’t let a thought pass, only the warmth of this moment to quell his troubles at the moment.

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Praise

author's note: did ya'll miss me? Sorry for the long hiatus, everyone! I've been MIA this month due to finals, additional classes, and a brief trip out of town. Have yourself a pomefiore drabble!

content: fluff | drabble

“Potato, do me a favor.”

The cadence of Vil’s voice snaps your attention back to reality. Blonde locks tinged with the faintest shade of lavender, pale violet eyes that saw nothing but perfection.

“Yes, Vil?”

You shake off remnants of fatigue, the pathetic excuse of a nap barely enough to satiate your daily quota for slumber. Such a gesture merited a frown from Vil - you tense up, anticipating a scolding.

A gentle hand on the shoulder startles you from your stupor.

“I will have Rook give you an emergency packet before bed. But first,”

You perk up upon the pause. A smirk ghosts over the third year’s lips.

“I will ask of you to aid Epel for the next scene. Do you think you can do a good job for me, potato?”

“Of course, Vil. Will I anticipate a promotion from Potato to a fancy nickname?”

The teasing remark earns a ruffling from Vil, his demeanor cool and beautiful as always.

“If you do well beyond my expectations, now go. I will see to your performance if you deserve such an upgrade.”

With a spring in your step, you don’t let your smile falter as you join your classmate into the fray.

*I will show you my best, Vil!”

The smile only widens on Vil’s lips. I don’t doubt it. He stipulates to himself, already averting his attention to the production at hand.

“Everyone, get into positions! We must be perfect for this film production. Rook, make yourself useful and prepare refreshments after filming!”

“Oui, Roi du Poison.”

As Vil pivots his heels, a flurry of indigo and scarlet bellow in his wake, a conundrum of voices and fabric blending into a chaotic scene.

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Feelings, what feelings?

Author's note: A double post! Enjoy!

content: how the boys feel after a certain moment... a little angst :>

Azul Ashengrotto→ A crush

The second year felt something amiss, an uncomfortable sensation lingering in his heart. One would best describe it as a heartache, but to Azul, it was something that felt wrong. He suspects a forgotten activity in his daily activity, reviewing his routine for anything amiss.

His mind clicks onto an interaction: one he had with you not too long ago. He recalls a slight cheeriness with your words, a ghost of a smile upon his lips. What was he talking about to you? Azul had to think harder to recall.

He tells himself to focus, but to no avail, his thoughts were a mess. His eyes drift elsewhere, to the inky scribble, numbers, and the familiar heterochromatic eyes of gold and ash. Something wasn’t right; the void manifested into a widening gap, an immediate pause, a missed presence.

He dismisses such feelings, burying himself in work, any memory of you repressed in the depths of his mind - your laughter, your inside jokes, everything, he sealed away - the bitterness of your missing presence already getting to him. He grovels in between summoning you to accompany him while he works and not disturbing you from your work. No matter, he takes a breath, resetting his mind to reinstate the cold and calculating mastermind demeanor.

Jade Leech→ A breakup

At first, Jade thought this was a cruel joke, the response already coming to his lips. Yet, you already beat him to it, solidifying your thoughts with a saying that he knew he couldn’t simply counter. You were completely serious, the weight of your words laying in thick, your presence even echoing the sentiment.

You watch his expression crumble, shifting from a handsome smile to one of crushing devastation. Where did this go wrong? Just moments ago, you were close to him, but now, it felt like he was valleys away from you, a formidable distance that stretched beyond his comprehension.

He musters a small smile to you, one that doesn’t seem to reach his eyes; with a bleeding heart, he embraces the pain, pathetically throwing himself to Floyd and Azul for a moment of respite. Out of desperation, he begins thinking of ways to get back to you, scheming along with Floyd to ask for your hand once more, not only as a man but as a better partner. He’d swear he’d get back to you - even if it would be a futile attempt.

Over time, the pain of such a moment would soon come to pass. As a final gesture for your relationship together, Jade would extend an invitation for a private dinner at Mostro Lounge, just the two of you, where a discussion to close out your relationship would take place - would he use this as an excuse to take you back? Who knows?

Floyd Leech→ an argument

He lets the very words echo in his mind, the reality of all slowly sinking in. Rather than his jovial rhythm and dance was a sudden drop in temperature - eyes of crystallized amber and stormy clouds regard you in disdain, a gaze he doesn’t give too often out of consideration for the Octavinelle residents.

With a huff, he leaves, a pout forming on his lips. For a few days, he’d feign dramatic airs to get a ruse from you, but you didn’t even pay him the slightest attention. That alone was enough for him to escalate his act a little more - he’d call out to you, message you, and even wait for you after class just to talk to you.

His attempts to reach you wouldn’t make you look his way - he turns to Jade and Azul, who seem to have enough of Floyd’s antics - even the two had a few words to say about Floyd’s dog-like behavior. After a little discussion, Floyd was back to his normal self, or what Floyd and Azul define as normal.

A few days later, you catch Floyd working diligently, his irritation quite evident in his features. Just as you were about to call him, the Leech twin had already launched himself on you, his lanky figure clinging onto you like a koala. In came the sappy words, the poetic whines for a rekindled love, and a nuzzle on a neck - oh, Floyd was so dramatic after a petty argument.

[fairlyabookie]

happy maid day

Author's note: hiiiii, I'm alive! had to lock in for exams and we're now done with finals! happy mother's day + maid day! Please enjoy!

Vil Schoenheit

An offer was extended to Vil for a game collab, followed by a request to cosplay a character with a maid outfit. Such a request was outrageous for Vil, yet he had heard word from Idia and his colleagues that the game is quite famous, even infiltrating his feed on social media with ads.

Vil takes the time to do his research: looking up the wiki, reading up the description, studying the character design. Within a week, he had already started plans on making it - rest assured, he’d make sure to perfect this role, even if it meant embarrassing himself in a maid dress.

Maintaining his regiments was a plus, along with practicing his lines from the game. He’d consult with Idia, all the while swallowing his pride, to gloss over the nuances and refine the character as Idia saw fit. He’d run a test trial, extending an invitation to you and a handful of Pomefiore students - an exclusive showcase.

Exclamations come left and right from onlookers, star-struck from the display of eloquence and allure. Just like any other piece he had worn, Vil felt powerful, the fabric flowing along with him, bellowing with every step of the way. He catches your eyes, your features lighting up in wonder as you watch his every move. Needless to say, Vil had that kind of attraction regardless of attire. As the compliments came forth, so did the praise, showering him with affirmations and applause from you, Idia, and the Pomefiore students invited to witness the birth of a new Vil.

Riddle Rosehearts

Out of the many rules in Heartslabyul, one of them was one Riddle didn’t like to know about: one must don a maid dress while running around the Rose Gardens. Quite the humiliating rule, if he had to say so himself. He didn’t want to follow that particular rule, but since he was almost late for class, he had to abide - even Dorm Leaders had to follow them, no exceptions.

He embraces the reality, the dread, and the mundane of it all as he casts the spell - replacing his dorm uniform with a maid uniform. These rules are indeed something else, a voice in his head wallows as he recovers himself, picking up his skirts to break in a sprint - he’d make sure to change his clothes after he leaves the dorm.

Much to his dismay, he hears the cries of Heartslabyul residents in the dorm, cheering him on, even complimenting him in the dress. Heat creeps up the back of his neck and cheeks, the shame too great to even reprimand the students. He’d make a note to have Cater and Trey give them a good earful later.

“Lookin’ great, Dorm Leader!” “Whoa, was that Dorm Leader Riddle right now?” Riddle had to press on, hitching up the skirts of his dress so he wouldn’t trip; any more humiliation from this endeavor would mean endless gossip for everyone in the dorm. With quick steps, Riddle shifts his gaze elsewhere, hoping that he wasn’t late for his errand and fearful that he might trip on his skirts.

Idia Shroud

A maid dress would fix him or you, depending on the time of day. Sure, maid dresses are cute in fiction, but when he sees in real life, he is confused, frazzled, and stunned. The sight of you donning the iconic skirt and apron is enough for him to malfunction.

He’d be in the middle of his game, opening a maid-themed event when you surprise him with a platter of lunch and an energy drink, Ortho floating beside him. You recite a greeting, one that made his blood go cold.

Was this real life, or was this a twisted fantasy? He blinks once, twice, heck even pinches himself to make sure he isn’t seeing things - yep, it was real alright. He hesitates, a pale hand reaching out for the goods and mutters a soft thanks before retreating to his game - what the heck is going on?

Your smile, resplendent and radiant, was enough for him to shirk away from the sheer wattage that was your aura. His gaze lingers a second longer on the gacha banner, oh the forbidden apron and dress, of course, a little something to get some money in the system - wait a minute. Is that a maid dress he sees? Idia gives pause, his amber eyes shifting to your silhouette. He takes a second, his gaze going back and forth from the gacha banner and you. A second passes, the tips of his hair tinted pink.

“W-w-w-whoa, you’re actually cosplaying?!”

[fairlyabookie]

// twst jp spoilers

MY BOY

OMG

MY BOY

My boyyyyyyyuu

[fairlyabookie]

when you call him by a nickname

author's note: batboys x reader! enjoy!

“Guapito” [handsome] / Dick Grayson

You had a penchant for coming up with nicknames for everyone, from their contact names on your phone to the nicknames you had for them. One day, you’d let slip, as an endearment in your own way.

After a successful mission, you land on a peck on Dick’s cheek with a smile on your lips. The dimples bleed into a curious little smile of his.

“What does that supposed to mean, my love?”

The flirt rattled your heart, Dick’s inclinations for flirting with you after a mission always came unexpected. A devious smirk makes its way to your lips.

“I’m sure you sat through enough Spanish class to figure out that, Boy Wonder.”

You pat his cheek affectionately, watching his expression go from curiosity to understanding in a beat. At least his smirk returns, his hand closing in on your waist, his sky-blue eyes darkening to a shade of cerulean.

“I like that very much.”

You chuckle with his flirt, feeling a warm sensation blooming by your forehead.

“Amor” [love] / Jason Todd

You accidentally let slip an endearment to Jason that was only meant for no one other than yourself. Surely, the others wouldn’t catch it, right? You bite down your lip, waiting for a few seconds to pass on the coms before a voice crackles through.

“What was that, [Reader]? Did you say something?”

A part of you collapsed to the abyss as soon as you recognized the voice.

Please, please, please, let him forget it.

“I’m sure you meant me, right, love?”

The emphasis on 'love' was definitely a jab - he understood what you just said. You could certainly picture the smirk dancing on the boy’s lips.

“Shut up, Red Hood, we got a mission to do.”

”Righto, princess.”

“Starlight” / Tim Drake

You knew Tim wouldn’t like the cheesy nicknames, so you went for the more practical one - one not only connotate his brilliance but also his perfections and imperfections, something that would only mean him to your definition.

You send a message to him, leaving an emoji to where his name would be - a secret code you hoped he could decipher right away.

A text bubble appears, the dots flickering until it forms a text.

”Starlight? That’s new. Is that a new superhero name you came up with?”

No dice, that wasn’t what you were going for.

“No, you silly goof, you are Starlight, my starlight.”

Wow, that sounded better in your head. You fear for the worst, perhaps a tomato fest or just no response..

“Your starlight, I like it.”

A smiley emoji accompanies his response. You let go of a breath you were holding minutes prior, the tension leaving your body as soon as you saw his response. He liked it.