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SAHSRAU IDEA

WARNING:Religious themes, cult themes, semi existencisl crisis, Boothill leaks(backstory)

Now listen ever since Boothill leaks dropped of his backstory i hated the IPC, and then i went on to learn more about them and damn. If Sahsr were real theyd be dead by now.

Like i take my hatred seriously, i just started Topaz's quest and i was nitpicking the most humbling options and the ones that were most pessimistic towards IPC, i decided to not pull ANY IPC CHARACTER, Topaz, Aventurine, Jade, Im not pulling any of them, f the shield and f the treasure, and my love for Boothill is visible, hes the reason i redownloaded (i was still very much in the tutorial part) and kept the game this time, and while my saving could have been bigger(i got a bit greedy on standard pulls) their at 110 with no pity on both character and weapon banner, i am getting that mf

And thew self aware lenses the Astral express is debating, the IPC arent perfect, yes, but they have friends there, they DID help places, but their grace refused to have anything even remotely positive towards them, should they...cut off all ties? If it pleases their grace maybe, and they cant deny how valid your concerns are, they are bad people, they have disapointed their grace, in fact youd be happy if they got wiped wouldnt you? No, youd want them alive. To torture them, and then... For their last breath will serve as a suficient offering

The IPC meanwhile are sweating bullets, some of them are aware of how rotten they are, some genuanly believe they are good, Topaz unfortunatly falls into the second category, she and Numpy are reaching high and low for only the best treasure for your offerings, pleading, begging you to forgive their actions, and maybe you could, if she felt and never looked back, burning away what was left, Aventurine's hands better off being choped off, its vibrating from panic, hes pacing back and forth, chewing on his glowes, can he even leave if he wanted to? who would he turn to? what would he do then? He may have been blessed by Mama Fengu but you... You are anything else, he doesnt like the IPC either but he knows that if you could, youd travel back in time and give him the coldest responses, and death threats behind that beautiful, safe screen. Jade, Miss Jade, Powerful and in control Jade, knew she was the most screwed from the three, it was no secret, what she did to Aventurine, her slaves, they held their usual expressions but she knew they were smilling on the inside, awaiting your rescuse from her hands, she knows turning over a new lief wasnt an option, youd just laugh at the idea she could reddem what she did, all she can do is call Diamond and seek a solution, what else is there

Boothill, Ive never seen him happier, he cant wait for hes release, for you to come pick him up, get him a brand new gun, give him all those thingamagics to make him stronger, to better make you happy, you care so much about him, hes your favorite, he hopes youll be happy w ith his trial and still choose him, hell do his best there! Oh he can already hear and see it all when the prophecy comes true, for when that stupid, cage breaks.... The wedding bells... The little rascals.... He already has a few names planned! Isnt he so great?

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About your language brainrot. I see your "Reader's writing can't match tyvat's long and flowery writing" and bring you "Tyvat isn't used to books over 50 pages long so a short story to the Reader is a whole dictionary to tyvat readers".

Seriously, have you seen how thin the books are? They don't wrote novels, they write short chapters formatted in the way really old stories are. As in, summarizing all the events down into one smooth story then adding a few quotes. Fanfiction writers are insane. They will willingly sit down and write hundreds of words at a time. To them, a proper modern day story of maybe, oh 10k words or so, would probably be like the Oddessy itself.

If we were to combine the two headcanons. It would end up as many historians being intimidated by this insanely long written scripture in the language of the forgotten.

I'm going to take this a step further and say that if the creator asked some people to proofread their things, it would establish a hiarchy of who is able to actually finish the book the creator read and who isn't.

NOW THIS, THIS IS MY FUCKING JAMMMM

I'm so sorry this is so old!! u probably all know this by this point that I've really slowed down as the year has gone on, but I graduated university and then got my first job so its been pretty crazy!

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: dash of all the book/nerds of Genshin, heavy on Sumeru?

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing, 16+ Mature Audiences, Spoliers for Sumeru Archon Quests/Scaramouche, & Trigger Warnings: mention of shipping/characters shipping themselves with you.

Comment if any missed, please.

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FULL STOP.

THE AKADEMIYA, FONTAINE RESEARCH INSTITUTE, HAVE BEEN WAITTTINNGGGG ON YOUR ASS LMAO

You fall from the fucking sky like a 5 star, or pop out of the Irminsul or whatever

and immediately are mobbed by scholars. LMAO jkjk (not really, bc that's what it’d feel like)

can you even imagine the dread older stories(”the classics” to them), that was instilled in the poor students around Teyvat??

id like to think ur works are the most preserved over the thousands of years of Teyvat archeologists excavating them, in comparison to other authors (teyvat just likes you more, suck it William Shakespeare)

also, bc I cant resist language differences/world building I'm sorryyyy 😭 😭

the vocab of Genshin lang vs. ours, has significantly less vocabulary like their actual dictionary is 1/3 the size of ours type of energy

(Omfg all ur fanfics being considered like insanely long realistic romantic classics or tragedies like Jane Austen-level, and only the richest and biggest play companies put on plays about ur stories bc the script goes on for hours)

(ur plays only get put on for rlly big events bc of this, like Lantern Rite or like a Summer/Winter festival/your birthday, which is, yes, an international holiday)

dude the sheer power move of anything you’ve written being essentially “Journey of the West” to them, like Damnnn.

endless like adaptations, plays, Teyvat-short stories condensing it, (THEIR OWN FANFICTION ABOUT UR STORIES)

the power is, in fact, going to your head every time another scholar both deflates at how long ur stuff is, but also lights up bc they get to read it

speaking of scholars… you know who snatched you up first. you know. you don’t even need to read the next line.

Alhaitham.

sneaky bastard he is, absolutely manipulated, mansplained (and manwhored bc he knows he’s handsome, cheeky little shit) his way into getting you to sit down with him and interview you about both translating other classics, your own, giving your own analysis of others works and ur own, and picking ur brain apart of how/why you wrote urs, etc. its fucking endless,

Kaveh had to come rescue you bc u were starving to death after getting stuck with the Haravatat scholar in his office for nearly 7 hours of interrogation discussion about literature

and Alhaitham wasn't even nearly done, he’d informed you as you left that he already had another appointment for later conversation scheduled (how?? you don't even know ur own schedule??? you have a schedule???) and was looking forward to more of your “creative and enlightening input” :)))

(you’re never going to escape him, not even Nahida herself can save you from his stubborn ass)

On another note, Xingqiu is quaking when you agree to autograph his copy of your stories (of which he has all hard covers of the first edition translations)

Zhongli/Rex Lapis is known for having a near-lifelong passion for searching for your works specifically, and learning how to translate them better into Teyvatian vernacular

like the same way he can absolutely speak on Rex Lapis facts/rocks/adepti info, is the same confidence he speaks about knowing ur work lol

(yes he did also ask for several autographs and another sit-down talk about the works, tho a lot more sneaky then Alhaitham bc he just casually gets u guys into it during dinner)

Barbatos/Venti has written some of the most famous songs based on your stuff, he has his favorites too,

but he always claims the best songs are any that have been written in the story, like either when a character sings something, or there are like quotes from songs ur fanfics are based on lol

(he also demanded to hear what they actually sound like from you, yes, you have to sing them for him lol)

Venti also can surprisingly drunkenly ramble the entirety of at least one of ur stories, like, word for word lmao

(Diluc gave in and did give him a drink on the house for that one, just once, Venti doesn’t remember it lol)

(I forgot to mention, u guys still speak the same language, just like, different versions of it)

ur works being one of the few things all the Archons can freely talk about with each other, like it’s neutral ground bc they’re all fangirling about it lmao

Furina and Neuvillette have had like,, fierce debates over the decades about character dynamics and the general drama of ur stories, they’ve gotten into it enough they’ve stopped talking to each other for a couple days a few times lol

Albedo, Sucrose, Kokomi, Yae Miko, Ei, Raiden, have read every single work they’re gotten their hands on in Teyvat (it took them like a literal year or longer)

Albedo drew you fanart for every single story, bc he’s hyperfixated on everything related to you ngl,

Kokomi had commissioned smaller pocket versions of ur works (which later got popular thanks to Yae Miko) both the OG and the Teyvat shortened versions

THE HARBINGERS ARE THE MOST DOWN BAD LMAO

Childe has literally tried to recreate battle scenes from ur works lmao

and gets especially riled up about fighting someone who resembles any characters from them (esp villains, what a cutie)

You cannot fathom the amount of research throughout Teyvat that has been secretly or indirectly funded by Pantalone/Tsaritsa

from the experts to analyze them, to funding play companies to act them out, to actually excavating places to get more of ur stuff unearthed

(the Harbingers absolutely are the first group of people that got to read several of ur stories first bc of this, like the world’s most exclusive secret book club lol)

Scaramouche used to clown on Childe all the time about how he was too impatient to even “sit down and read the King’s classics”, and he was downright insufferable when he found out about Tartaglia’s habit of recreating battle scenes/that being what motivated him to fight sometimes lol

that being said, Wanderer surprisingly never forgot ur stories.

Even when his memories were wiped for a bit, he found comfort in these fantastical epics still sticking around, even when his old names did not

(he mayyyy or mayyy nottt have secretly namedhimselfafteroneofthetragicprotagonistsherelatesto- )

oh btw, Nahida also found joy and comfort in ur stories when she was trapped, they also helped her literally grow as a person bc she had ur stories to help her sort of process the world/what life was like outside of her dreaming prison 🥺💔❤️‍🩹

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OMFG

ANYWAY FULL TONE SHIFT LMFAO-

the ABSOLUTE SPIRAL-RED-STRING-CONSPIRACY-THEORY-BOARD ENERGY IF THIS WAS A BLUNT LANGUAGE AU LMAOOOO

like specifically how Teyvatians like to give all the context ever thru their words, but older deities/beings like you just do simple phrases that can have deeper meanings (whereas teyvat just explains all the meanings behind their words)

STOP there’s like an official display at the Akademiya and Fontaine Institute of red string theory boards 😭😭 (look what you’ve done to themmm LMAO)

for like every story of urs, INCLUDING THE FANFICS STOP

IMAGINE THE SHIPPING WARS IF U EVER WROTE ONE THAT WASNT EXPLICIT OR LIKE ONE OF THE MAIN ROMANTIC INTERESTS HAD CHEMISTRY WITH OTHER CHARACTERS HAHAHAHAA

that's actually what Akademiya scholars argue about the most viciously, it’s like politics you can’t just bring up ships from ur stories casually in regular convos 💀

(poor Cyno has to deal with a shipping war once a year bc someone always makes the mistake of reading ur work for the first time (without being told to not talk to others abt ships lol) and it starts an all out brawl in the cafeteria every time LMAO)

Also yes.

Cyno is a fanboy.

(he has read Creator x Reader-insert fanfiction.)

(As have most of the characters mentioned, and those not lol)

…

(I'm gonna make a whole Creator x reader fanfic post one day i stg lmao)

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an iced coffee? for me?? :0

ok but real talk…

wtf do you guys wanna see for new years!!

i didn't do a inktober/october days thingy bc i felt too unprepared (and bc id wanted to post that 1000+ followers eldritch au for Halloween)

but now i kinda wanna, at least for a few days :o

ill post a poll in a minute, so check it out!! but still, please feel free to comment some ideas here! :)

Safe Travels Deafening Dreamer,

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Alright, let’s break this down like a real scientist who just discovered the laws of Blue Lock physics. Because if you seriously think Nagi Seishiro is gone for good, I have a PowerPoint, a TED Talk, and several conspiracy boards to prove otherwise. First off, the math ain’t mathing—you don’t just slap an entire spin-off manga (Blue Lock: Episode Nagi) and a whole-ass movie on a character just to yeet him into obscurity. That’s like dropping the DLC before the main story is even over—it’s narrative malpractice. The second someone gets an origin story outside the main series, they’re certified to be a long-term investment. Why? Because that’s called character branding, and no sane writer (or marketing exec) would build up Nagi as a main pillar of the series just to send him home permanently.

Now, let’s talk about plot structure. Nagi’s entire existence in Blue Lock follows one of the most classic anime tropes: the lazy genius who doesn’t realize he wants to be great until he’s forced to work for it. This man started off treating football like a TikTok trend—cool to try but not worth the effort—and then got dragged into Blue Lock by Reo’s fanboy energy. His arc has been about evolving past that initial apathy, learning to love the game for himself, and actually trying for the first time in his life. If he just disappears now, then what was the point? You’re telling me Blue Lock, a series obsessed with character evolution and peak egoism, is gonna have Nagi take an L and not come back swinging? Be so fr. This ain’t a normal sports anime—this is Blue Lock, where elimination is basically a training montage in disguise.

And don’t even get me started on the economics of this. Nagi isn’t just a character—he’s merchandising gold. He’s one of the most popular characters in the entire franchise, and you think they’re just gonna stop printing Nagi-themed jerseys, figures, and collabs? Absolutely not. Capitalism won’t allow it. If there’s money to be made, then Nagi is coming back one way or another. Whether it’s through a wildcard event, a rival team picking him up, or even a redemption arc where he goes feral (which, let’s be honest, would slap), there is no universe where he just quietly fades away. Even Kunigami, who was dead for like 30 episodes, got a shonen protagonist revival arc, so Nagi—a dude who’s literally built to be a football prodigy—isn’t about to get permanently benched.

Now, for the final nail in the coffin: the meta-narrative. Blue Lock isn’t just about winning games—it’s about building the ultimate striker. And what’s the biggest rule in every competitive story? If you lose, you learn, you adapt, and you come back scarier than ever. Nagi losing doesn’t mean he’s out—it means he’s about to unlock some next-level development. This loss might be the catalyst that makes him truly obsessed with winning. And when he does come back? Oh, you know it’s gonna be iconic.

So yeah, from a scientific, narrative, and economic standpoint, Nagi’s return isn’t just possible—it’s guaranteed. Mark my words, this man isn’t just coming back, he’s about to pull a comeback so disrespectful that Isagi’s ego is gonna feel physically threatened.

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Ruler of the End

TWST x Male Reader

Ender Dragon Male Reader

This blasted hunter-!

    The ruler of the end roared at the green hunter and his friends before firing a row of hot fire of violet. With a pump of his wings, he ascended to the void-less sky, the pillars of obsidian that held the ender crystals, their beams of light healing him at every attack that was shot at him. The dragon glared as one of the hunters shot an arrow at him, missing him by an inch as he flew past. 

    How idiotic.

    He swooped down, sky diving before barrel rolling against his adversaries, battering them with his sudden attack before he was up in the skies again. He had heard the screams of frantic panic and fear as two of them were nudged off the island and into the void. The Ender Dragon had smirked at the development, How delightful-

    A sudden pain shot itself from his spine before attacking the rest of his nerves, making him wince. A wither potion, he had realized as his wings falter in their flight, inevitably slowing him down.

    This gave the hunter and his remaining friends to fire their shots, arrow after arrow, doused in any potion that’ll damage him. The ruler checked his health bar to see his health right in the middle, dwindling at every attack and every wince he makes at the wither potion’s effect.

    A frightening realization made itself clear, My ender crystals-!

    After taking a look at the obsidian pillar, the dragon saw towers made from different materials, built to climb the pillar that now held nothing in their cages. WHEN-

    CHINK

    A pain not so miniscule made itself known in the ruler’s body, lurching at the feeling. His eyes went down to see a scale slipping off before it followed by another as more arrows hit his body. He glanced at his dwindling health bar, his time is almost up.

    But that doesn’t mean that those hunters will live.

    The fire in his heart blazened so bright with rage as his resolve hardened itself like an iron fortress. Those hunters took his parent before he was born, and the endermen under his rule took care of him in his growing years yet they suffered under the provocation and mistreatment of the hunters from the Overworld. The dragon remembers how he witnessed one of his guards being slaughtered by one of them just to become an ingredient to be used. 

That guard was also the endermen who would play hide and seek with him. . .

His heart now riddled with anger and sorrow, the dragon swooped down one last time for the grand battle.

If I burn, they burn with me.

A row of flames, a batting with his tail, claw marks scratched on broken netherite armor and bleeding torsos. In exchange, a shot from a bow, a parry from a sword, the sound of vials being broken before the effect of the potion does its magic on your body.

It wasn’t until a good amount of his scales were chinked off, blood from open wounds dipped down, and a broken wing that he looked at the dead corpses of the friends of the smiley mask hunter, their faces contorted into fear. The ruler of the End let the signs of smug smirk show.

All that’s left was the green man himself.

He stood surrounded by your purple flames, casting shadows to his haggard form. His sword broken, his armor of the strongest metal cracking - on the verge of being destroyed. But amidst the destruction and the trail of corpses in front of him, his posture wasn’t one of fear. His hand gripped the handle of his unusable sword tightly before he switched it with an axe, his shoulders tensed, and if the dragon strained his ears, he would be able to hear rough and angry breathing.

Behind that painted smile was a man of vengeance.

And so was the Ender Dragon.

The dragon curled his lips into a cruel smile as he readied to meet the angry hunter, “Come and face me, Dream!”

Dream let out a battle cry, for his friends or out of anger, the ruler wasn’t sure. But all he knew was when he started running towards the hunter of green, his axe raised high as the dragon bared his teeth before the two clashed.

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When the Ender Dragon was meeting his final moments, he managed to get a good look at the mangled corpse of the green hunter with the mask before he fell to the ground of end stone, closed his eyes, and died. 

Hoping his citizens will take care of his kin.

.

.

.

How strange.

His paradise of rest was only for 30 seconds at best before he found himself thinking again. Is death supposed to make you sleep? Make your consciousness numb from all senses so you can float in a sea of nothingness?

If so, why was his death so short!?

Surprisingly, the dragon felt his hand twitched from the lack of movement before it hit something hard-

HE’S STILL IN HIS BODY!?

The Ender Dragon shot his eyes open to see himself surrounded by red velvety cushions, but behind them was something akin to wood. He wasn’t a foreigner to materials grown in the Overworld, his endermen tutors have brought him there to learn of the different realms and biomes. Though, he couldn’t discern what type; Oak, Dark Oak, Birch, he doesn’t know. He was in an enclosed space. . . An enclosed space! A dragon does not belong in something as small as this box! He deserves to be in the open air!

He tried to move when something soft and silky restricted his movements, strands of hair curtaining his face. Hair? He must be in his hybrid form then, that’s how he was able to fit in this small enclosure. But. . .Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?

The realization had his heart lurched up to his throat. The new and unfamiliar surroundings clogged up his throat, his head felt woozy as his ears started ringing. The space closed around him, making him feel smaller than he was before. His heart lurched again at this, confusion, anxiety, this claustrophobia was too maddening. He couldn’t breathe-

He needed to get out.

Resisting the restriction of this fabric, he clawed against the cushioned wood in front of him, desperate to get out. Questions flooded his brain as his circuits were going haywire with anxiety and fear, from the unknown or the lack of understanding how he is here, he’s not sure.

What he does know is that he has to get out! What happened to him!? Where is he!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? -

Click

That sound alone was able to quiet his thoughts and stop his actions, a creak sounded as the door of the enclosure opened slightly, letting in a ray of light to filter through the small gap. His heart bursted with hope, relief, and desperation.

An out!

As fast as he ever went, he pushed himself out of the enclosure, and spread his wings, (ignoring the sound of ripping and tearing), before flinging himself into the air with a gust of wind from his wings. His tail, now not suffocated, wriggled with joy as the feeling of freedom settled in his bone.

It wasn’t until his senses became acute and started working, his eyes taking in the dark room with floating coffins, an array of eerie green lights, a three layered fountain in the middle, and a giant mirror with a pale mask. Inside the room was an ocean of creatures that wore the same black and purple clothing, exempting the one tall man with a bird’s mask and a hat and a strange creature that resembled a cat. His ears twitched at the sea of voices that gasped or screamed in shock and fear, all ranging from high to low, gruff to soft, from loud to a whisper. 

And his nose. . .

The scents he’s inhaling are familiar yet not quite. It’s as if animals and humans were mixed into one, and there’s a scent of something inhuman yet not beastly. Something entirely new.

It was this that had his previous joy of freedom sink to his foot and let dread, confusion, and another load of anxiety wash in.

This was not his world.

Of course not, he was supposed to be dead.

The two facts alone were enough to make his inner primal instincts take over. Stressed, he roared at the creatures in the room, eyes turning to aggressive slits. Screams shot through the air as the dragon dove among the sea of creatures, making them avert into a path before the said dragon swooped up back into the air. Of course, this was for show. What the former ruler of the end was doing was trying to find a way out.

These are different from my world. I need to be careful, they’re capabilities are possibilities. Where’s the out? Where’s the ou- My Ender, I’m such a zombie head.

Amidst his panic and confusion, he did not notice the giant double doors with grand designs at the back of the room. No one needs to take a guess that that’s the exit. His heart was filled with relief before something tied his wings together, resulting in him diving head first to the ground. The loss of his wings was restricting as he squirmed around to reach his back to undo the binds when a deep voice of a man stopped him,

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, lizard.”

Anger flared in his chest, how dare he call him, the Ender Dragon, a lizard!? He’s nothing like his distant cousins, who crawls around and licks their eyeballs- how disgusting!

He snarled at the culprit, who turned out to be one of the hooded creatures. Underneath the hood was an exceptionally handsome man with tanned skin and dark brown hair, a scar over one of the two sharp forest green eyes that seemed to glare down at his being.

The ruler of the end snarled in return, still insulted at his remark, but nonetheless asked him, “ Where am I!?”

At this point, a crowd started to form around them. A tall and beautiful blond human with amethyst purple eyes came beside the brunette man and remarked, “Ah, so the lion decided to catch bigger prey. Now, I see how lion beastmen are.”

“Shut your mouth, Schoenheit.” snapped the brunette.

Came up as a short human, under the hood were strands of rose red hair and large eyes of blue that completed his doll-like face, which only twisted into an unpleasant angry scowl, “How dare you not only disturb the entrance ceremony but also delay the schedule!?” With a wave of his small stick, he shouted “Off with your Head!” before something clasped and locked around the dragon’s neck. It was suffocating and more annoying than his wings getting tied.

Well, this is nothing but what annoys him the most is that none of them are listening! He spoke in the same language as them, which he figured was Common, but they not only ignored him but that small human had the audacity to collar him!?

The disgrace!

A voice shouted amongst the sea of hooded creatures before they made a path for the man with a bird mask and a top hat, clocks and keys hung from his dark and elegant clothing, clacking as they hit each other. Was this a new species?

The man looked down at the captured Ender Dragon, “How surprising, not only do we have a magicless call from the Dark Mirror, but also a dragon fae! Oh, this day keeps on surprising me.” Said the bird man.

An adult! The dragon thought, finally someone mature and reasonable! “Excuse me, where am I!?”

But, much to his dismay and anger, the bird man ignores him as he starts berating the dragon, “ What you did was utterly impatient and reckless! Do you know how much damage you could’ve caused!? Ah, I could tell this one will. Be a handful.”

“Don’t start complaining, headmage.” The beautiful blond human deadpanned.

The chatter around the dragon was starting to make his head hurt, his ears ringing, and his anger elevated. He needs answers, he needs them now or else he’ll go crazy! What is this place, who are these creatures, what are they!?

He was back to square one, when he was trapped in that coffin, wondering how he was alive and breathing and how he was here. His chest hurt from breathing to harshly, heat boiled from his throat as smoke huffed out of his nose, his eyes shaking from stress.

The lights, although the room was dim, were hurting his eyes, and he wanted nothing but to pull at his dark strands that were in his face. A storm of emotions, uncontrollable and untameable at the moment, boiled and rose to his throat when he noticed the bird man asking him something,

“My, are you okay?”

That was when he let out an ear-splitting, deafening roar that made every creature in the room cover their ears. But within this roar, was an order in the form of the Enderian language mixed; it asks for the help of his people.

And in response, a scream shot into the room before a thwack followed. 

The familiar static-like popping of enderman teleportation followed by a glitchy inhuman scream had the dragon ruler almost crying. The room was thrown into confusion again as they were faced with the endermen, creatures that the ruler now knows the creatures here are not aware of existing. And they all made the mistake of looking at their eyes, the key to provoking them.

The Ender Dragon watched as the creatures in hoods tried to fend off the teleporting creatures of the end, shooting beams of energy, only to miss when his citizens teleported away before appearing behind them and attacking.

The dragon then felt hands working on removing his binds, followed by a reassuring voice speaking in Ender, “My lord, it is a relief to see you alive.”

Nanny, the dragon shouted in happiness, internally.

“ Nanny, it’s so great to see you again. But I’m lost.”

“I as well. We all saw you die from the wounds of that human hunter, but to see you alive in another realm. . . How peculiar yet strange.”

The snap of the binds had the former ruler stretch his wings quickly, turning to his nanny for a thanks. The female enderman only bowed her head before disappearing once more. With new strength, the dragon took hold of the collar around his neck before snapping it off in half, as if it was made of a fragile material.

Alarmed screams were ignored as the ruler of the End shot to the air and rushed towards the double doors, slamming them open before flying through the corridors. They were elegant in design, pillars to hold the structure of the building, dark cobbled stone as wall, and torches alight with flames of green.

Hurried footsteps were behind him, but he never faltered in his flight for the open skies; and what a discovery to find an open courtyard. The sight of trees, its greenery, and a stone well had the dragon’s heart soar as he shot up into the dark sky above, laughing as he spun in the air before hovering over the building he just came out from. Violet eyes scoured the land he was on; the building he came out of was one of the many buildings from this vast land area.

Small buildings are scattered amongst the green forest, some with pathways of dirt or stone. Some buildings were bigger than the others, a coliseum at one side, and a wooden cottage - wait it’s bigger than a cottage - amongst the trees, with a dirt path leading the way.

And in the center of the attention was a giant castle with multiple layered floors, its towers pointed and the aesthetic gothic and wicked. But this. just confirms the dragon's suspicions; this was not his world.

Confusion filled his head again when the beating of wings stopped him from thinking again, “ My, this is a surprise.”

A voice, deep and enchanting, spoke, making the dragon turn and his breath hitched. The stranger was an ethereal man with dark strands that fell over his shoulders, lime-green irises that seemed to glow in the night time, encompassed in his sharp eyes. His skin of pale white was a good contrast to his dark locks, his facial structure probably sculpted by the hands of the gods themselves.

But the most striking thing about him was the horns and wings he had, horns curved a bit back colored black, his wings’ skeletal structure was a light shade of black while the flaps were a leathery obsidian color.

A dragon, just like him.

Stunned, he was struck speechless.

The stranger did not seem bothered by his lack of response as he began circling the Ender Dragon, intrigued as his eyes analyzed him. The dragon licked his lips from how dry it was, watching as the dragonling finished his analysis before meeting his eyes, “ I’ve never met another dragon fae until now, but I suppose there’s a first time for everything.” he said.

Dragon fae? The former ruler of the End scrunched his brows together as he finally spoke, “Fae? I am no fae, I am the Ender Dragon.”

The supposed dragon fae widened his eyes, “An actual dragon then,” 

The said dragon nodded, “Yes, I am.” he then tilted his head, “Do you have a name? I would like to know the first person who managed to have a proper conversation with me.”

The beautiful stranger hummed, cupping his face in thought, “You do not know who I am?”

Furrowing his brow, the ender dragon shook his head, “No, I am from another world - much different from this one - and have no knowledge of this place or who you are.”

The stranger widened his eyes at the revelation, “How amazing, a dragon from another world,” then with an alluring smile, “Very well, my name is Malleus Draconia, a student of Night Raven College.”

After the introduction, the ruler then explained his situation, earning the dragon fae - now named Malleus’s understanding. The fae then led him back to the room he was in before, which was called the Mirror Chamber.

When they arrived, the endermen were still attacking, the hooded creatures were now behind a barrier shield conjured by some of the hooded creatures he met. Ah, I forgot about them, the dragon eyed his reptile companion, who looked at the scene in shock.

“Was the Entrance Ceremony today?” asked Malleus, who then pouted, “And I was not invited again.”

“Mr. Draconia!” The brid man, who the dragon thinks is the ‘headmage’ of the school, shouted while fending off the endermen with his stick and power. “I apologize for this, but we are in dire need of assistance!”

A yelp from one of the shorter creatures was heard followed by another one cursing in disdain before a shot of light was seen, violet eyes looking to see a short hooded creature behind a slightly taller creature who protected the former.

Malleus eyed the Ender Dragon curiously, to which the dragon smiled sheepishly before having his chest before letting out a roar, grabbing the attention of the ender people.

You may now leave, thank you. he said in ender.

His people bowed towards him before teleporting away. 

A cacophony of relieved sighs were heard as the barriers were removed, some of them slumped to the ground in relief. 

The headmage wiped sweat from his brow before looking at him, “You! What spell did you use to summon those creatures!? And why did you fly out of the mirror chamber!? Did the teleportation magic leave you confused with amnesia or-“

“Headmaster,” Malleus interrupted, “I believe there has been a mistake. The dragon here is not of this world and is supposed to be dead.”

The headmaster choked on his saliva.

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the kids 

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Shoulda never given the traveler their address …

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When Yuu has fun with the heroes/RSA:

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Finally !! Every time I come late but now I have the chance !! So my request is dorm leader with a Hua cheng s\o (Tgcf) !! Good Luck and thank you !!

Hi, thank you for the ask! So, I don't know this character (heard of the show, that's it) so I probably didn't get the character too correct. Hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Dorm leaders with an s/o like Hua Cheng

Riddle

So he doesn't mind your tendency to look down on others (Riddle does the same ngl) but he might not like your aloofness at first. Be sure to be gentle with him!

He's amazed at how strong you are, especially in your unique magic which has to do with shapeshifting. He might ask where the inspiration came from

If you have someone that you really care about, you tend to be super protective. You two are probably super protective of each other as a result haha

Overall he likes how intelligent you are and the two of you do a lot of study sessions together

Leona

He might've thought you were super annoying at first because of your high and mighty attitude. However, he does respect your abilities

He does find it a bit funny that you like collecting antiques or rare artifacts, he might just give you a necklace he has because why not

The two of you are fiercely protective of each other too. It's really cute in a way but at the same time it's super hard to approach the two of you because of your menacing aura

Similar to Riddle, he needs some comforting, so be sure to show him this side of you as well!

Azul

He fell for your cool, calm, intelligent persona. He really likes people that are really cool but he also likes people that are protective (likes to be protected ngl)

He tried to impress you with his own intelligence at first but that failed haha. He ended up just being truthful about his feelings and that probably worked

Please keep him close, he might not say anything about pda out loud but if you walk around with an arm around him omg he will melt

You two are a menace on campus. Not only are you extremely talented in magic but you are also extremely charismatic. You two should start a business together

Kalim

He tried to get you to laugh but you didn't budge. At first he thought you might be hating him, but that changed when you told him you liked the jokes you just don't laugh as often :/

Asks what you can shapeshift into, might seem obnoxious but he really is just a curious person. If you do even an easy shapeshift technique he'll go full on "OMG UR SO COOL 😭😭"

He doesn't mind your protectiveness but he does want you to relax a bit. He might want to dance with you to loosen you up a bit but how well that goes depends on the situation

Really likes spending time with you because you're just full of so many cool stories and things to teach him about. Jamil might like your presence too

Vil

The two of you might've seem like the worst people to pair up together because omg you two are literally unstoppable

Beautiful, handsome, intelligent, charismatic, powerful, the list goes on and on! Vil didn't think you two would get along at first but you two started to like each others' more quiet presence

Vil is quite protective, similar to you! The two of you probably hang around each other all the time but because of paparazzi it might be hard to do pda

Vil really thinks your amazing in so many ways. You two definitely like antiques together too

Idia

Was afraid to meet you at first because you were literally the strongest person he knew (other than Malleus). You however liked Idia and approached him first

Idia's too afraid to be protective (thinks he's not worth it ;-;) but will always get surprised when he feels your arm wrap around his shoulders when you two walk to class. His hair might turn red haha

He will introduce you to video games he likes, especially the retro ones since you like antiques and other rare trinkets. You should try some with him!

Idia definitely likes how you're chill but protective. I feel like it's a vibe being in this relationship, also Ortho thinks you're super cool

Malleus

The two of you probably were the top students in your classes and that's where you two got introduced to each other. He liked how you were very calm when talking to him, and that's probably where he got interested in you too

I feel like you two would practice magic skills and study together. It's a very calm vibe. You two definitely check out antiques together too since he's used to items like the ones you like

Malleus is extremely protective, he just doesn't show it as often. You however have no issue keeping an arm around him or holding his hand while walking to class. Sebek might question this at first but soon finds out you two are together and is like a fan supporting their ship haha

You two are like the intelligent-mysterious couple. But in reality, you two might enjoy a cup of warm tea together and just being wholesome

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Hi? If you don't mind, could you please do my request? GN!Mc as Cale Henituse from Trash of the Count's family, i never see something like that. I don't really see if you said that you don't write something like that. Fandom:Twisted Wonderland.

Have a good day ♡

(And i'm sorry if I have grammatical mistake)

MC as Cale Henituse from Trash of the Count's family!!

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Trey, Cater, Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Azul, Jade, Floyd

FANDOM: Twisted Wonderland

WARNING: slightly swearing? ooc

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Alright, this will be interesting Cale!MC getting transported in the twisted wonderland will be a train wreck for our dear Cale!MC so much for having a slacker life, yet they have to deal with this kind of shit.

For starters, They woke up in a coffin not having a memory of getting inside there the first thing they would make is assumptions they know for sure they aren't dead yet probably sooner or later they might.

And once again they don't know where, when, what, and how could they end up here in the first place, and another thing to make Cale!MC's day more worse is because they're having a hangover couldn't this day get more fun, YOU are totally right this day start to even get more FUN with our dear beloved Cale! MC.

Not only that they have to deal with their hangover they quickly notice that the coffin was suddenly on fire and sure indeed don't want to get cremated alive like any people with common sense they got out of the coffin fast.

Now that he dealt with the flying raccoon-like cat with blue fire-breathing magic but also met another individual, a masked weirdo man with weird kinks arrived is this even normal to carry a whip everywhere he goes? Oh well, where are we right! of course, the ceremony bird face here keeps telling them to watch their familiar after trying to explain for the 5th time due to being rudely cut off every time they tell him that's not their familiar and they don't even know it until now.

So the whole room is on fire isn't this just a normal Tuesday? this is normal just a raccoon-cat burned the whole room because 'he' trying to show his ability causing whole havoc just great, they even meet more strange individuals in this room, and they know for sure they don't want to mix up with these people they know they were trouble for sure dragging them away from their slacker's life.

This is where the fun started...

Meeting Ace is like they know where most of the cause of their headaches is, after the incident with the Queen of Hearts, they come up with a conclusion that they were inside some sort of dimension of Disney fairytales, and they also realize after dealing with people in this school they do look like rip-off villains in Disney it was truly a pain in the ass situation and the reason of ruining their peaceful life

In Ace position he couldn't help but feel awe towards Cale!MC, the way they just solve things and figure things out despite not being able to do much physically he did grew some respect for them after being able to put on his shit but hey he does have the mutual feeling of being able to just slack off but unfortunately, he couldn't do that not when the red-haired dorm leader is around.

Towards Deuce he seems likable to them he does seem quite uptight and wanted to be a good student after explaining that he's doing all of this just to not see his mother crying just because of him plus they're not the type of person to judge (most part).

Cale!MC sees Raon in Grim he does seem to have a lot of similarities with the black dragon but is less intelligent but they do miss those rascals somehow.

Trey and Cater, Deuce and Ace superior alongside the red-haired dorm leader, Cater tricking them into painting those roses red why do even bother to paint that red when you can just plant some red roses instead of white? work smarter, not harder. they dislike Riddle due to his intense way of following rules and how he put his dorm mates on color because they got there late or they ate a burger in lunch why did this even exist in the first place?! all of that just for the honor of the Queen of Hearts. Honor my ass.

Riddle seems to think highly of Cale!MC, but he will not say that out loud

Leona is annoyed maybe it's because of how Cale!MC can put in his level, the same scene as how you were able to figure him out, and how a mere herbivore outsmarted him but after the overbolt, I guess he can be a little thankful. Ruggie really likes Cale!MC not because they just give him their leftovers or stuff(that is probably worth more than his life savings) nooo.. but seriously he was wholeheartedly grateful that you could help him and Leona. Jack, he admires you for how you were able to stop and prevent the overbolt and able to battle off The savanaclaws house-warden he couldn't help but wag his tail at his mere adoration at MC.

Azul doesn't like Cale!MC despite finding out about their ancient powers Azul really want their powers for all of himself. maybe it's because of their cunning personality or maybe it's because they easily see through his true personality? or both, he wanted to make sure to not cross paths with but it seem like it was a total failure after finding out that he made a contract with their friends after failing miserably before and after the overbolt, he is still wary of them. Like his master, Jade doesn't like them at all but also has some piqued interest in them but he is indeed not a fool to let his guard down. Unlike Azul and Jade, Floyd on the other hand really likes our dear Cale!MC to the point whenever he gets a chance to see Cale!MC in the glint of his eyes will go full berserker mode to chase down Cale!MC so they make sure whenever they walk around the halls make sure Floyd isn't around.

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Note: oh gosh this where the part I got really busy this request is already old and I really wanted to finish it fast :( and it turns out unfinished sorry Anon but if you wanted part2 please request on my dashboard once its opened^^ I still have a lot of unfinished stuff once it's all gone I'll start opening requests

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An observation

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THE PREFECT’S CAT CAFE ꒱ ❝ dormleaders. ❞

SUMMARY: after an off-handed comment made by Idia, you find yourself taking what he said into genuine consideration. instead of just bringing some cats into your guest room though, why not find a way to have both cats and profits while being comfy?

warnings; gn!reader x dormleaders. long post. the keep reading line may repeat a bit of text, but please continue reading if it does. inspired by this video. by interacting with this post you agree you’ve read through my navigation and i hold no responsibility for the content you view. part i. part ii. part iii.

PROLOGUE.

“Are you really sure about this, Henchman?” Grim asks, crossing his arms as he huffs, jealousy laced in his voice. He was used to your occasional strange idea, but he considered something to be sincerely wrong with you at the moment if you thought bringing other stray cats into his territory were a smart idea, not to mention the way you were cuddling them and scratching their bellies. Where did you even find this many cats? Did you make a deal with Azul?

Puffing your cheek slightly, you ignore your cat’s comment while putting the collar on the last one. “Do you want to have fancy tuna?” You reply, fixing the collar’s bow as you smile at your hard work. “You’re not believing in me, Grim. This is an untapped market potential, in case you forgot we have a whole dorm here at school dedicated to gamers and introverts practically. And you know what they like? Cats and silence!” You tell him as you look at your array of cats.

You’d found yourself surprised that Professor Trein actually entertained your question if he knew where to find cats on sage island, even more so when Crowley eventually relented to letting you keep a few cats in exchange for not bringing up the fact you’ve been through how many overblots against him for awhile. This was a chance you could not lose. “There’s cat cafe’s in my world with relatively simple rules and a quiet atmosphere. We simply need to make it a reality, and lucky for us we have a magical furniture tool and an investor.” You say, getting up from the chair and walking toward your little notebook to check off another item off the list.

“You have an investor?” He asked, not quite believing you as he raised a brow. Hearing his disbelief you chuckle a little, pointing your pen at a corner of the room to which he jumps in surprise, letting out a shock ‘nyagh!’ “Idia has been here for the past two hours, ever since I told him what I was going to do. I don’t know how or why he has money, but he has it and that’s enough for me.” You say, Grim still surprised he hadn’t notice Idia once in well over two hours. He still wasn’t convinced on your plan, but if it got him tuna and money, your plan surely can’t be that bad?

HEARTSLABYUL. riddle rosehearts.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS.

“Are there any rules I need to follow while I’m here?” Riddle asks, a little antsy as it were his first time in a room with so many cats before. It were against the queen’s rules to bring cats to a formal affair, but this wasn’t too formal, it were a cafe. And you did get explicit permission from the headmage so indulging in you just a tiny bit wouldn’t hurt, right? With a laugh, you point in the direction of one of the walls with the rules on display next to a signed plaque from the headmaster giving his approval to your whims.

“The rules are really simple. No forcing or disturbing the cats, do not go around picking them up, do not let them have your drinks, and refrain from running around and making too much noise. Outside drinks, food, and shoes are not permitted for sanitary reasons. You can only feed the cats treats sold by the prefect or in the gacha machines, and you have to log in which cat you’ve fed to ensure one cat doesn’t get particularly overweight.” You read off the board the rundown as he nodded, determined to follow the rules. As he stepped inside your now transformed guest room, his eyes sparkled as one of the cats immediately begun purring at him. Perhaps a cat cafe truly wasn’t too bad a place.

Riddle was really weary of your little project when you first told him about it. He really stopped lecturing you after you explained you had all the proper permission and even an investor. He had no idea who on campus would help you with this, but after hearing it were Idia he thought that maybe you were actually a bit more serious than he realized about your cat cafe plans. He takes awhile to convince to actually come, but after maybe seeing a picture you text him of the kitties with the caption, “I want Riddle to play with me!” he concedes ever so slightly into your demands.

His eyes light up in genuine happiness as little cats meow at his feet. His only other real experience with cats was Grim as his mother would not let him near them, but now he understands what the appeal to cats is about. They’re all so soft and he may use an occasional toy, but he also gets to hear their affection purrs as they nudge him nearly making him forget why he was so angry just ten minutes prior when he was collaring a student again. He isn’t a regular since he’s busy, but whenever you happen to ask he tries to make time, only because you’ve asked him to or his dorm members ask him to visit, not because he’s succumbed to being a cat person, he says, lying through his teeth.

His favorite cat is a Queendom of Roses (British) shorthair with pure dark grey fur and orange-yellow eyes. He wasn’t too sure how to act around the cats but this one plopped it’s chubby body onto his lap while nipping at his hand demanding to be pet while meowing right to his face and Riddle could not say no to that face. The cat is not as furry as the others and he quite prefers that, less hair to clean off of his clothes. He thought he would of preferred a less demanding cat, but Sesame is very calming and distracting for his anger. He at some point also noticed cat collar’s slightly changing and asked you about it.. and you found a gift from him, more specifically Sesame received a gift. His previous yellow collar replaced with a higher quality rose-red collar with white outlines of rose petals engravings. Now instead of a silent bell he had a rose attached to the front of the collar, and at the back of the collar was a bow designed to resemble leaf petals.

Absolutely plays favorites, he’s still a bit weary for long haired cats to approach him but won’t tell them to go away, and he always feels guilty if he pets a cat that is not Sesame. He would be willing to buy cat popsicles and cat treats on occasion but tries not to overly them as he knows you’re trying to not get them to be overweight and stay within a healthy range. He’s also able to get some work done when he visits, though not too often as his cat takes up most of his time and does not like him to share his attention with his paperwork, deliberately plopping down onto the paper if he deems he has not received enough attention. You could probably get away with asking him a single stupid question while he is relaxed. Only one, so use that question wisely.

Overall is a good guest since he keeps quiet to himself and his cat, and if he’s talking he’s really quiet about it since he respects your rules. He follows every single one to heart, not only that but also makes sure other guests are taking it to heart as well.

SAVANACLAW. leona kingscholar.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR.

“Shut up, herbivore.” The beastmen hissed as you tried to hide your overly smug expression. “I haven’t even said anything yet, Kingscholar.” You tease as he opens one of his eyes and snarls at you in a nonthreatening manner, one hand running through his hair as the other runs his fingers through the fur of the sleeping cat on his chest, unable to stop you from taking pictures without disturbing said cat.

“Aren’t you two adorable?” You can’t help but snicker as you snap another photo of the annoyed beastman. You were definitely going to post this on your magicam story when you were free. Distracted by your phone, you fail to notice his ears twitching ever so slightly as he looks away from you, his face just a little bit darker in color than before as he shuts his eyes, going back to sleep.

Leona had no interest in being friendly with a bunch of strays you brought in from who knows where. He actually laughed in your face the first time you offered him some coupon to your cat cafe, he had no interest being near rowdy students. That was until he had the most annoying day alive, a conversation twice with Malleus in a single hour and he used you as his stress relief, nearly knocking you onto the floor as he plopped onto you after following you into your cat cafe.

No one else was there as you hadn’t opened, and he understood the appeal. The room wasn’t overcool with regulated temperatures perfect for a cat, with dim lighting and soft music. You even had different parts of your cafe for different guests as you place him onto one of the longer sofas, finally getting him off of you as you poor him a drink and listen to his complaint. At some point he had a group of cats just laying on him and purring against him and snuggling and he’s fallen asleep, not waking up until you inform him you’re closing for the night, and not to move too abruptly with the cat still sleeping on his chest.

His favorite cat had claimed him during their first fateful encounter, being a persian breed. The cat is very fluffy with creamy white fur and golden eyes, enjoying swaying her tail against Leona’s nose and kneading at his chest, arms, feet, wherever she gets her paws on. She does not enjoy being disturbed but does enjoy the occasional pet and spends most of her time just napping with Leona and pawing at him. He claims the cat is noisy every once in awhile but he can be seen petting her with one hand as the other shields his eyes as he lays down, letting her purr against him. He flat out told you he was replacing her stupid black collar with a new one, a brown silk collar that’s just a tad bit loose, with a few golden engravings and a beautiful bow on the back in a lighter brown and golden moons. Nebula also gets cat popsicles every once in awhile that he gets Ruggie to buy from you.

He is used to a bunch of different cats crawling over him as they seem to naturally approach him, and he’s very smug about that to Malleus, but he does have his favorite. Nebula is his number one cat and he will pick her up even though you have a no disturbing the cats rule and he will place her beside him as he has a drink as he lays down in his unofficial spot while she climbs atop him and goes to take a nap. He’s not jealous but he just does not allow other people to touch his cat is all. Whenever you come over to bring him a drink he’s trying to pull you down and shamelessly puts an arm around you as you ignore his clinginess and return back to your cats and cafe. May use a cat toy on occasion but not when you are watching because you get a stupid grin and ask him if he feels like pawing at the toy and he tries not to leave you on a street corner.

Overall a horrible guest but a decent guest. He definitely does not follow every rule and acts grumpy but he’s very quiet except the occasional snore. He will also take a very long time to leave because you need to scratch his ears because he’s not “fully awake”. But in terms of cat parenting he’s a pretty good guest.

OCTAVINELLE. azul ashengrotto.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO.

“So… do you still want to complain?” You ask, raising a brow as you stare at the bespectacled boy with a smug grin. He swore that there was zero charm to a cat cafe and that you stole his business from him just two weeks ago, but now he had a cup of coffee between his fingers sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, a purring cat on his lap with documents on the table spread out as he worked. Azul’s face flustered a slight tint of red as he let out a small cough much to your and the twin’s amusement.

“That was the past, prefect. We found a way to make this arrangement mutual benefitting now, no need to bring up old problems.” He tries to sound professional as you snicker. Two weeks ago was not really a distant past, but you did work thing out. “Whenever you want a refill just let me know, I’ll leave you guys alone for now, I’ve got more to do.” You say, deciding not to tease the octomer further as you retreat back into the kitchen, leaving him to be teased by his two ‘friends’.

Azul had stormed into your establishment one day with a single goal in mind, to figure out how you had stolen his business. He came perplexed, how were you allowed cats on campus? Where did you get the money for renovation? Who was your supplier? Most importantly why did everyone favor the prefect’s cat cafe over the Monstro Lounge with quality service and quality food?

He had sat you down trying to be scary but you ended up putting him. You had offered him a proposal of a collaboration. If anyone orders a special item off the Monstro Lounge menu that day before coming into your cafe they’d be eligible to receive a little something from your cafe for free such as a cat popsicle or an extra thirty minutes added onto their time. He was weary at first but people came to the Monstro Lounge as though they were giving away free money as they came in groups. You both benefitted from this as you did not want food near your kitties that weren’t for them as that posed health and safety issues. He doesn’t know how but he also finds himself on occasion coming to your cafe during breaks as it was surprisingly calming despite his absolute hatred for these innocent cats when he originally entered.

His favorite cat is a Queendom of Roses (British) longhair with dark orange-esque fur with a fluffy white front and light blue eyes. He has no clue as to how but somehow this cat became his favorite as he purred against Azul’s shoes, nudging at him before eventually crawling into his lap. The cat makes little disturbance as Azul works, the purring soothing the octomer as he finishes up, occasionally finding his sleeves being tugged at when Butterscotch declares he’s been working enough by demanding pats. Butterscotch has also found himself on the end of receiving a lot of cat popsicles recently, and a collar upgrade. His collar went from a plain leathery texture to some high quality collar blue collar with tentacle engravings, and a sea patterned bowtie at the front of the collar, the center being a pretty shell.

He entertains other cats but keeps an eye out for his favorite, always reserving his lap space just for him. He mainly spends his time at the cafe after a large rush or when he has time off to work in the silence with his cat instead of the silence of his office. He actually finds himself working a lot faster in your cafe than all alone and he gets free refills on his coffee, so technically he is profiting than if he used his own supply, he justifies to himself. When he finishes work he may on occasion be found talking to you attempting to flirt poorly as you remain oblivious as he has no interest in manga or gaming. May occasionally be found brushing his favorite kitty’s fur and telling him he is going to become fat like he once was then still feeding him the treat regardless because he is very polite.

Overall is a very good guest as long as he has his kitty. Gets a bit antsy if he has to spend his time without his favorite as though he had been replaced but does not cause a scene or whine. Please make sure before you close he gets to squish his cat’s paw and knows he has not been replaced with a different cat dad.

SCARABIA. kalim al-asim.

KALIM AL-ASIM.

“Aha, prefect! Could I have another cat treat, please?” Kalim pleaded with you as you shake your head, doing your best at giving the puppy eyed dorm leader a firm no. He already had two today, that was enough. “But look at Taffy, she’s starving!” He says as you raise a brow, staring at the cat that was getting plumper by the day.

“Kalim, I love you like my actual child but no more. She’s even eating the other cat’s leftovers now at lunch time.” You scold the boy as he apologizes and pleads he will stop after maybe just one more treat as you sigh, putting your foot down and eyeing Jamil pleadingly who only pretends he can’t see you as he plays with his cat. “I’ll even pay four times the amount!” He said, pouting as you shook your head, ready to dive into the same discussion you’ve had with him the past three days.

Two hours, that is how long it took for Kalim to hear about your business venture and ask, beg, you to let him see. Apparently Idia had told Ortho who told the board game club members and word got around to Cater and Cater told him and Lilia and now he was bouncing off the walls in excitement with Jamil in tow. He was already prepared to meet the kitties and Jamil said it was okay so could you please go now? When he hears that there’s rules to follow he listens intently and follows them as best as he can remember, but he’s just so excited about the cats and trying your drinks! Also looking at the interior and more. Wait you also have gaming pcs and manga? He has to check those out too! His hyperactiveness could not be contained and you were a little concerned for the cats.

You were right to assume Kalim could not be contained for more than two seconds as he pspspspss at all of the kitties, toy in both hands as he was already playing with them, cats crawling on his lap and nudging at him, biting at him playfully and surrounding him as he held a cat popsicle out towards them, talking your’s and Jamil’s ears off about how fluffy and wonderful of a place this is. He had to tell every single person in his dorm about it, and his family, and people from other dorms as well, this was the greatest place on campus so far! Do you also need help buying the cat food or anything? He’d be willing to be another investor in a heartbeat but Jamil talks him out of it, partially. His favorite thing is official a cat in his lap as he drinks your own tea brew that he gifted you from his country… which may cost more than your entire life.

His favorite cat is a maine coon with black fur and green eyes. This cat has the world’s finest at her fingertips if she just meows. Kalim knows it’s wrong to pick favorites but he can’t deny that she is his favorite when she headbutts his chin and meows at him for minutes at a time even if he’s petting her. She’s extremely fluffy and starting to become pudgier but he doesn’t mind that as he gets her more treats. Her pink collar has long since been discarded as she now has a full wardrobe, but her collar is now the finest white silk and handmade embroidery with real gemstones and solid gold for the silent bell. Even the bow on the back of the collar is large and beautiful, she’s worth more than the students that actually visit the cafe and you hope you aren’t robbed.

Kalim does play favorites but also doesn’t. Things are very clear he has a favorite cat but he will play with any and every cat that approaches him. He respects your do not disturb the cat rule, really, but he just really wants to pet every single kitty. He always says he wants to try one of the pcs but ends up forgetting as he works on his homework failing to pay attention while petting Taffy and giving her kisses and then eventually falling asleep because he’s all tired out. He has read a few of the mangas but he reads it to Taffy specifically and Jamil has to remind him to be quiet for your other guests. He may have also asked his family to visit your cafe so you may be visited by one of the world’s richest couple in the future when the campus opens for outside guests.

Overall a great guest for the cats but a nightmare for you as he looks like a sad puppy when you refuse to let him buy treats. Also occasionally forgets and makes a loud noise when he enters and sees his favorite cat, and he can be a little distracting because he can’t sit still for too long at times.

POMEFIORE. vil schoenheit.

VIL SCHOENHEIT.

“When in Twisted Wonderland did this happen..?” You mutter to yourself as you brewed another cup of tea for Vil using the brand he specifically gave you for himself when he visited. He was adamantly refusing to even set foot in your guest room after hearing what you had done, but now Rook was taking a photo of him elegantly sitting down in one of your lounge chairs with a cat on his lap, purring loudly looking at the camera as though she understood how to pose and was a natural born model.

You bring the tea over to his table as he thanks you, lifting the cup and saucer elegantly as Rook takes a photo, already singing praises on how great it would look on his magicam as Vil looks confidently smug. You couldn’t believe this all happened just because Rook had said something about Neige and how cute it would be for a boy like him to be surrounded by cats. “Thank you for your patronage.” You say with a small smile on your lips, amused. Well at least a happy Vil is free promotion for your business on campus.

Vil was happy for you, really, but he was not going to visit the cat cafe even if you pleaded by his feet and rose someone from beyond this mortal realm to drag him in. That was until he heard Rook talking to you and Epel about how Neige would surely be so beautiful surrounded with cats and you agreeing and throwing in a comment about how it would make him seem more likeable and relatable. He knew Rook was a Neige fanboy but he couldn’t have you converting into one too, are you forgetting he’s the fairest of them all, and the only celebrity you should praise like that? If it is relatability you truly desire he can spare one afternoon at your cat cafe since he needs to check up on the place his dorm members have been spending their time at recently to ensure it is up to Pomefiore standard.

He originally looked as though he was going to fight one of the cats with how he was trying to mentally tell the long haired cats to stay away from him. He was so intimidating to even the cats that none were willing to approach him but one, a very snooty girl that begun pawing at his ankles, jumping up into his lap and kneading him as she claimed her seat. He found her demeanor pleasantly charming as she wasn’t that furry and she was good enough, he thought. He managed to get some high quality photos that did trend on magicam for the rare domestic sight of the Vil Schoenheit and a cat. It was surprisingly soothing for him and he did eventually come back where the cat once again claimed him as her’s.

His favorite cat is a siamese with cream white fur and black siamese patterns and bright blue eyes. She’s rather thin and does not shed fur all over his lap like some of the other cats. He makes sure to keep her fur shiny as he brushes her down and uses some toys on her. He refrains from often buying treats as she doesn’t seem fond of them and he doesn’t want her to be too overfed, a model should keep a strict diet. Her collar was replaced without even informing you, the old white one did not fit his or apparently her standard so he simply had to replace it for her. It was a pretty fancy dark blue color with golden engravings in the pattern of pomefiore’s insignias, a purely custom design, with a pretty bow in front, with a silent bell. It’s hard to believe she was ever a stray at one point.

He does not entertain most of the other cats beyond looking at them as he pets Iris. He knows his cat is a complete snob and will likely not entertain other guests, perched up high in her cat tree bed until he comes along so he would never cheat on her with being another cat’s dad. He has full faith that he is the only one that she will ever go to so he does try to stop by every once in awhile to make sure she’s getting the attention and grooming that is needed for a cat of her standard. He’s not into your gaming pcs or your manga corners, but does appreciate you do have school textbooks to borrow and a quiet study nook so that he can elegantly pet Iris with a cup of fine tea while doing his assignments as Rook fawns over them.

Overall a very good guest as long as you leave him alone. Follows your rules, does not talk loudly or much, and goes above and beyond with taking care of your cat that you begin to think it’s actually his cat he’s just letting you keep. You’re a little concerned he may just tell you he’s taking your cat with him once you graduate, but he is a rather good cat dad, at least!

IGNIHYDE. idia shroud.

IDIA SHROUD.

“I-di-a” You coo, bending down and whispering in the ear of the man currently on the floor, two cats surrounding him as he feeds them cat treats. The blue haired boy physically jolts upwards letting out a small whimper of utter shock of being spoken to as you chuckle. “Are you having fun?” You ask as he blushes, looking away from you as he turns his attention back to the cat pawing at his pant leg. “Ehehe, this is even better than watching the series finale to an anime live.” He whispers as one of the orange kitties crawls into his arms, headbutting him.

“You flatter me, glad to know you think so highly of my hard work. Ahem, our hard work.” You say as you pick up the other kitty, fixing their collar as you lightly run your fingers through the cat’s fur. Giving the cat a kiss to his nose and boop, you set him back down as you notice Idia staring at you only to blush insanely red as he looked away quickly from being caught. “Thank you for your hard work… prefect.” He quickly whispers much to your amusement.

Idia has become the number one patron. From the second class ends to the time you close for the evening Idia is right there petting the kitties. He’d actually volunteered to work for free, not as a waiter or anything but as a sort of cat playmate. He’d make sure the cats are satisfied and not bored and no one can touch him or look at him, but you said no, he needs to share the cats.

He’s the reason your wifi is amazing despite your run down dorm, and he makes sure absolutely everything regarding technology is perfect. It took him a bit to understand what you want and why that was necessary beyond you just saying cat cafes in your world have these things, but he understands what bliss is now. Anytime some machine seems even remotely broken he fixes it at a record pace.

His favorite cat had claimed him awhile back. A pure white ragamuffin that is extremely fluffy. The cat is extremely docile and she’d claim her spot in his lap, purring as he’d read manga or play on one of the cafe pcs, occasionally nibbling his finger when he squirms too much from gamer rage. Her original collar was a nice shade of orange, but he not so subtly changed it into one he got. A pretty light baby blue shade with small jewel engravings, a little silent bell at the front with a pretty bow on the back with golden stripes. You are partially convinced he genuinely does believe Ivory is his firstborn child.

He does play with other cats but has a favorite. He always pays for one cat popsicle a day at minimum to feed the cats and pays for other cat treats whenever he can because he is weak. He also is rigged at crane games so he can easily snack through the day never leaving the cafe. There are occasions you tell him stop feeding human snacks to the cat, they will get chubby. He ends up looking super offended on behalf of the kitties you dare said any one of them are chubby. When he’s not pampering the cats you can find him gaming in one of the pcs, grinding through an event. At moments like these do not approach him and leave him alone so he can forget he is actually in public and not his bedroom.

Overall a very respectful guest. He’s quiet, makes sure to respect the boundaries of the cats and the rules you’d set up, and does not cause any scenes. The only issue is getting him to leave may be a little difficult as he tries to give one more kiss… Or that he tries to come on your days off just to keep the little babies company. there’s also the occasion every so often that you can feel his gaze on you, only for you to catch him as he hides his face, the tips of his hair turning pink as he watches you work.

DIASOMNIA. malleus draconia.

MALLEUS DRACONIA.

“Child of man, could I please have one of those.. cat ice creams I believe they’re called?” Tsunotarou asked, eyes sparkling ever so slightly in childlike wonder as you let out a charming laugh, handing him a popsicle that was specifically made for cats to eat. He had always been fond on ice cream but now he had the ability to share it with someone else he liked, the cat that had claimed him a few weeks ago.

“Just one though, we don’t want to feed them too much now.” You say but know it will fall on deaf ears as you didn’t wish to ruin his fun. You didn’t think he had experience with cats before so you were pleasantly surprised one of your cats had practically claimed him, but it all worked out. “Worry not child of man, I won’t give him too many treats. Though I’m sure if I too were eating your cooking right now I wouldn’t be able to stop myself either.” Flustered by his comment, you leave him to play with the cat as you retreat behind the counter, he really was dangerous for reasons different than rumors.

He heard about your business venture from Lilia and was ready to pay a visit not caring if he scared off your guests but halted in his tracks when he heard you telling Sebek you were going to invite him. His mind tells him he has won the lottery and he retreats to fix his outfit waiting in the lounge for an hour until you reach Diasomnia’s doorsteps to speak with him. He is not listening as you greet him with a hug and tell him you’d like for him to come to Ramshackle for a surprise. Something about you also not opening the cafe today so it’d just be you and him so he’d be comfy, there’s really no reason to try and continue speaking he’s been charmed for over an hour, prefect.

He practically vibrates from sheer joy as he’s frozen, then rapidly shaking, then beaming as a cat waltzes up to him as though he owns the prince. He basically blue screens momentarily as the cat with such soft fur and pure innocent eyes meows up at him, pawing at his feet to be picked up. He picks up the cat as you watch curiously, finally figuring out he wasn’t listening to you at all as he stares at the cat’s eyes and then your’s. “Our child is beautiful.” He says as you raise a brow, shrugging it off as you tell him you’d brew him a black coffee and to sit wherever he would like. He instead chooses to sit at the counter bar, watching you and the cat that’s on his lap nipping at his fingers and demanding his attention as well. For the first time in awhile he feels as though something doesn’t fear him other than you.

His favorite cat is a ragdoll cat with white fur and black splotches and deep blue eyes. He claims this cat is your child and you have no idea what he’s thinking of but he seems happy as he shamelessly pulls out a cat toy and plays with him. Also slightly insults the cat by calling him brave or stupid as though a cat can comprehend what he means while mewling at him. Also asks you if he can also have a custom collar after Lilia tells him about his cat, and after you allow him to replace the old red collar he’s excited. Black is the color of royalty in the briar valley and Oatmeal has the privilege of wearing it on his new collar. A pretty black collar with green wings beside a silent bell that may be made of actual gold, along with a little dragon hood-cape and short plush horns you got him so your boys match.

Very possessive of Oatmeal. He will applaud other cats if they dare approach him but everyone knows he has a bias. He practically has been claimed by his cat and no one else is brave enough to go near his cat and no cat is brave enough to approach him, they are a perfect match. He has tried to take your cat back to Diasomnia but you have to remind him that the cat stays with you, he needs a proper schedule, friends, and he needs to stop being fed so many treats. He’s also incredibly smug about it and will come to the cafe on your off days as he talks to you petting Oatmeal and glaring at Leona on the opposite couch who’s busy petting Nebula but refrains from getting physical or suffer your wrath. You’d kicked both men out for an entire weekend.

Overall a good guest personally, but his reputation may cause some people to be scared of visiting. Regardless, he’s very polite to you and treats his cat very good, making sure to give him treats and enough exercise with a toy. May also overpay for coffee and start fights with Leona when you aren’t even open yet. In fact, how on earth did the two of them even get into your cafe? You literally just woke up and they’re spitting insults at one another.

EPILOGUE.

“Fnaygh! I guess I really am a business genius, Henchman.” Grim said as he dug into a can of fancy tuna, one that you had bought without having to worry about your budget for once. You expected success from Ignihyde students, but it seemed like your little business venture went above and beyond with students from all different dorms trying to be booking ahead of time and trying to visit your cat cafe.

“Right right, you’re the genius, Grim.” You laugh in response to your friend as you finished checking on the other cats, finishing up for the evening. In terms of profit, almost every single day you were fully packed with as much people you’d allow in at once, and you had to temporarily increase the charging rates. Despite the increase people still begun to visit, who knew the school filled with villainous kids would be so excited to pet some cats? Especially your regulars, they adored these cats enough they got the cats gift, not you, but the cat.

It was tough work to manage the guest room cafe all by yourself though, you had to admit to yourself. Perhaps you should take up Ace’s offer and idea at hiring some part time employees, your first year friends had already offered, so maybe you’d start training them for help?

a bit of a long post but i have had this thought for awhile ever since reading Idia’s guest room lines? So I figured I would just turn my headcanon into an actual written work. I have more ideas though for a separate post, but I am unsure if I’ll post it, but I do need to share my thought’s of Floyd’s favorite cat being a sphynx cat named prune that is very vocal and has a cozy ugly little sweater that Floyd likes to bathe with you.

©idiaa-shroxd. do not plagiarize, repost, translate, or use my works to train ai.

[fluffybearsblog]

why not me?

SUMMARY: They're in love with you, but there's one thing getting in the way. That thing? The fact that they aren't your favorite person (and never will be.)

CHARACTERS: All NRC Students minus Ignihyde.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: Cater feeling like he's second place because your attention is IMMEDIATELY captured by someone else when you're together makes my soul hurt. Did I write it anyway? Yes. Every time I write Epel I'm reminded of how hard it is for me to grasp his character AJHSDFAJHS

This fic is related to the drabble why me?! linked here!! that part is a fluffy part for idia since there was no one else i could write romantic content for in his dorm C: idia kissers get out of this one........

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Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts fails to see the appeal. And no, he’s not saying that because he’s jealous. He just doesn’t get how you and Ace can talk about anything and everything and do it with smiles on your faces. Riddle’s tried so hard to get your attention, almost pathetically so, and it’s like he’ll never be anything more than Housewarden to you. He resigns himself to his fate of getting over you when he sees the two of you hugging, loud proclamations of never wanting to let go ringing through his ears like a death toll.

Trey Clover can’t blame you. He really can’t, because both you and Cater have such magnetic personalities that seem to just click. Yes, it hurts, because he wishes he could be the one you lean on at Unbirthday parties, taking silly pictures and posting them to Magicam with sappy captions. Though, he supposes that isn’t his style. Maybe he’s too boring for you, he’s been called that before. As long as you’re happy though, Trey supposes he doesn’t mind. He just wishes things could have gone different.

Cater Diamond's content being your friend. That’s what he tells himself, just another lie stacked upon castles and castles of them. Even the Queen of Hearts can’t compete with his towering structure, built of his facade and held up by his pride. He takes pictures with you but avoids the heart emoji, he holds up bunny ears behind your head but avoids pressing his lips to your cheek. He keeps you at arms length, because whenever you’re with Trey, it’s so obvious he’s the one you’d want. He posts another picture, this one of you and him at the Unbirthday party, and it’s only him and you that knows that the failed shot was of you spinning around at the sound of Trey’s voice the second the camera went off.

Ace Trappola doesn’t understand your taste in men. You hang around Deuce all the time and make him all flustered and it makes his blood boil. His heart seizes every time he sees the two of you together and he knows it’s because he loves you. You, who always laughs at his jokes and puts up with his stupid shit and who told him that he wasn’t a burden to be around when he and Deuce got into a fight. That same person who he treasures so dearly treasures the person that could not be more different from him, and for once Ace knows he should just give up because you’ll never be his.

Deuce Spade finds himself getting angry more often than he’d like. It’s irrational most of the time, little parts of his delinquent side coming out when he least wants it to. You’ve seen that side of him before. He wishes you hadn’t. Because maybe if you hadn’t, you’d like him more than his own Housewarden, who you’re currently feeding bits of strawberry tart to. Riddle’s face is bright red and Deuce feels his grip on his fork growing tighter. A pit of ugly jealousy twists in his stomach as Riddle mumbles something that makes you laugh, and Deuce can’t help but wonder where he went wrong.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar can’t find it in himself to care. Not when you’re fawning over Jack like he’s the greatest student NRC has ever had, not when you spend every waking moment with him, not when your conversations with Leona become shorter and shorter. He finds himself waking up alone time and time again, without a cheerful call of his name from outside his door and your blurry form bringing him little snacks. He grumbles as he hears your laugh from outside his door, except you keep walking. Of course you wouldn’t check on him, but he can’t help but get his hopes up every time. Pathetic.

Ruggie Bucchi feels a pit in his stomach as you lean your head on Leona’s shoulder, pointing out something in his textbook that the prince isn’t even paying attention to. Ruggie grips his magical pen tighter, gritting his teeth as Leona grumbles something incoherent and flops on your shoulder in return. You look embarrassed, Ruggie realizes, tearing his eyes away from the display in front of him. He’s never seen Leona this happy. He’s never seen you this happy. Not even when you’re with him.

Jack Howl doesn’t want to question your choices. He adores you, as gruff and cold as his affection may be. He wishes he could express his emotions better when he sees you and Ruggie, laughing and smiling and touching each other like it isn’t a big deal. He feels like he can’t breathe when he sees you two holding hands, and he feels nauseous when Ruggie leans his head on your shoulder. There’s a part of his brain that he hates that whispers jealous little thoughts into his ears, thoughts that he’s ashamed to admit are his. Great Seven, why couldn’t you be like that to him?

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto feels sick to his stomach as he watches you talk animatedly to Jade, eyes shimmering like the stars the Vice Housewarden loved to admire. He sees the exact same look in Jade’s eyes, the look he has when he looks at his mushrooms or when he talks about a new bird he spotted on the trails, except it’s different. Azul doesn’t want to put a word to it, not when you reach for Jade’s hand and he takes it, because all Azul can think of is how that should be him.

Jade Leech is a background character in your life. That’s the role he’s been assigned and that’s the role he’s decided to be content with. He knows you won’t give him anything more than a fleeting glance, not when you’re hanging off Floyd’s arm like he’s everything you see. Jade is just a smear on the window, a blurry afterimage of his brother. There’s no use contemplating what you could have seen if you looked a bit deeper, because you didn’t. You favor his twin, and he can do nothing about it.

Floyd Leech knows what it’s like to want something someone else has, but never like this. It’s always been a feeling that surfaced when Jade got a treat before him, but this is not that. This is you, his Little Shrimpy, giving Azul your undivided attention while he talks about the monthly earnings of the Mostro Lounge. He whines and pouts and hollers into your ear, only to be pat on the head and ignored again like he’s only an afterthought. Azul gets to have all the fun with his Shrimpy, and that’s not fair.

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim invites you over as often as he can. He’s cheery and excited and absolutely delighted by your company as he shovels food onto your plate. Maybe he’s an idiot or maybe he's just dense, but he somehow misses the glances you send Jamil when he exits the kitchen. It hits Kalim like a truck one day when Jamil offers you heart shaped cakes, displayed all prettily on Scarabia’s best golden platter. You look taken aback but flustered, lashes fluttering as you turn your gaze to Jamil. He smiles down at you with a softness that Kalim has never seen him wear, and it’s like a knife in the heart. Oh. It’s Jamil. You’re accepting his invitation for Jamil. Oh Great Seven, you’re in love with Jamil. He excuses himself with a fleeting smile, running to his dorm room the second he’s out of view, collapsing onto his bed with a broken sob. Why did it hurt so much?! He should be happy for you.

Jamil Viper doesn’t even bother. You have his heart resting in the palms of your hands, but it’s like the weight of the organ is nothing because you can ignore it so easily. He watches you every day, observing your habits and mannerisms. He brings you and Kalim snacks as you laugh and study and talk, talk as casually as friends do, and Jamil wonders what it would be like to have that with you. He can’t though. He can’t, because he’d be competing with Kalim again and that’s never worked out in his favor anyway. Kalim always has to win, even if Jamil has to give up the one person who took the time to think about how he felt.

Pomfiore

Vil Schoenheit likes to pretend he doesn’t mind. He pretends he doesn’t like you as much as he does, because if he lets his emotions show you’ll surely feel obligated to apologize to him. He watches you as you talk happily with Rook, your hands intertwined and swinging as if you’re together already. The thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth, but he says nothing as the two of you prattle on. Leave it to you to capture a few hearts on campus and break most of them, Vil Schoenheit’s included.

Rook Hunt thinks the way you look at Epel is beautiful, though he wishes it were him. He honestly doesn’t mind that much, even if he yearns to see that same affection boring into his soul. He’s content for now, watching you watch Epel, the affectionate look on your face reflected on Rook’s. It’s painfully obvious to him what’s happening in that little heart of Epel’s as he returns your look, and as long as Rook gets to see you bloom with love then he’ll be satisfied. (Rook Hunt is also, unfortunately, a liar, and he knows it will hurt him in the end.)

Epel Felmier grits his teeth as you greet Vil with a cheery “hi beautiful,” and he returns the sentiment in kind. The way you two smile at each other makes him feel sick, so much so that he pushes away his food. Whenever the two of you are in the same vicinity, it's like Epel can't breathe anymore. He refuses to acknowledge what the feeling is, because that would be losing. Of course. Of course of everyone his first love could have picked, they fell in love with the one man he disliked more than anything.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia gets a sinking feeling in his chest whenever he sees you with Lilia. He thought you and him were friends, close enough to act casual with each other. He’s never had that with someone before, and he’s definitely never felt this before you. Beautiful, accepting, kind you. But when he sees you with Lilia, goofing off and laughing and smiling, he realizes that what he thought was special meant absolutely nothing to you.

Lilia Vanrouge thinks the situation is funny in the cruelest way possible. He stares at you with affection blooming in his eyes, and yet he sees you look at Silver the same way. Lilia has lived a long time, and he knows nothing lasts forever, but the fact that he never even got to have you will always eat away at him. As long as he gets to see the growing affection in Silver’s eyes grow for you too, he thinks he will be okay.

Sebek Zigvolt can’t blame you! You’re so obviously in love with Malleus, and what an excellent choice you’ve made, human! There is no one…better in the love…department than...the Young Master...He can’t do this. Why won’t you look at him? There isn’t a single thing he can train or improve that would ever steal your attention from his Master, and Sebek knows it’s blasphemy to try. So why does he want so badly? Why does seeing you and his Master make him so bitter?

Silver shuts his eyes. Sebek is loud as usual, and your attention has been completely captured by him. He’s aware that he tends to blend in, especially when Sebek is around, but knowing that doubles as an excuse. Of course you’re not paying attention to Silver, because he’s sleeping and Sebek is talking. It isn’t until he sees the two of you walking and talking together, his fellow guard’s cheeks red as he turns his head away from you, that he realizes you act like that regardless of whether Silver’s around or not. Because you like Sebek, not him.

[fluffybearsblog]

Well, here we are! After my head cannons about giving them a rock, and it might be some way to propose to fae, I’m here to deliver!

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Accidentally proposing by giving him a rock (Malleus)

Being friends with fae is confusing sometimes. Of course, they’re great! But their culture is new to you, and you’re trying to learn. Of course there’s bound to be misunderstandings and mistakes every so often! It’s part of the learning process.

Well, this is probably the biggest misunderstanding that could’ve possibly happened.

You’d simply wanted to give Malleus a gift to help express how much you care about him. So when you found this nice smooth black rock with specks of gray and green, you thought it was perfect for him. Who doesn’t love rocks anyway? From what you’ve learned about fae, they’re very in tune and connected to nature. So surely Malleus would appreciate the rock!

So when you see him next, you told him had a gift for him. But when you held the rock out to him, he was…stunned to say the least. The ever so calm Malleus Draconia had wide eyes when he saw it, and he’d gone completely stiff and silent. In hindsight, that definitely should’ve told you something was wrong. But at the time, you naively thought he was just stunned you gave him a gift. You were well aware he hasn’t gotten to experience friendships like the average person first most of his life. So it made sense why he’d be surprised when you gave him a gift. He’s not used to receiving gifts.

“Child of man…do you truly mean this?”

You’d smiled at him, and nodded, “Of course. I wanted to give you something to show I care and how much I appreciate you. This rock reminded me of you with the spots of green on the black.”

Just like that, the biggest smile grew on his face. One of his hands moved and gently held onto the bottom of your own hand that held out the rock, and the other carefully picked it up. He held the stone close to his chest, and looked down at you with such softness.

“Words cannot properly express how grateful I am to receive such a gift from you. I am delighted to accept this treasure. Rest assured, I will keep it safe and make the proper preparations for everything.”

It was hard to question what he meant when he said he’d make preparations when he looked so happy and held onto the rock like it’s sacred. He probably meant that he’d set something up to protect the rock, like a place for it to sit on display or something. Yeah, that seems like something he’d do.

You thought it was odd when Sebek was at the door to Ramshackle the next morning. He seemed rather upset, and he woke Grim up with his shouting, but he insisted that it was his duty to stick around. In your freshly woken up state, you didn’t quite process everything he’d said. Something about the audacity of humans, how Malleus is so humble and kind, and that regardless he would fulfill his duty to Malleus at all costs. But all that was pretty normal talk for Sebek.

It was a lot easier to let Sebek just escort you to your first class than to try and argue about being able to get there on your own. It was a lot quieter after he left to go to his own classes. Grim actually fell asleep during class, claiming that he woke up too early from Sebek’s yelling.

Around lunch time, Lilia had stopped by your table (Scaring Ace in the process). He’d greeted you with a big smile, and arms outstretched.

“Congratulations! Young people sure do move fast. But I’m glad to see Malleus so happy. He told us all about it when he came back to Diasomnia yesterday. It seems Briar Valley’s future is looking rather interesting, and more accepting of humans.”

Okay, now you were very confused, and so was everyone else. Unfortunately, when Ace asked what was going on, Lilia just laughed.

“Ah, it is hard to keep up with younger folks sometimes. Anyway, I will be off. Much to do, things to help arrange.”

He disappeared before anyone could get another word in.

It’s safe to say you were now thoroughly confused. All you did was give Malleus a rock, and now you have Sebek acting like he had to escort you places, and Lilia congratulating you? Was the rock some magical item? It wouldn’t be the first time you accidentally came across something magical. Maybe it was Malleus just being protective? He did have a habit of going over the top a bit to protect those he cares about.

Either way, the only way to know what was really going on would be to ask Malleus himself. So after classes were over, you and Grim made your way over to Diasomnia to find Malleus.

You’d never seen Diasomnia so…scattered. Several students were moving around quickly, some even avoiding eye contact or going still as you walked past them. And sitting in the lounge was the dragon prince himself, Malleus, with a big smile on his face as he spoke with Lilia.

As soon as Malleus saw you approaching, his smile grew again, and he looked at you with such joy and affection.

“Ah, Child of man, how lovely it is for you to visit. Everything is going smoothly.”

You blinked up at him in confusion, “What’s going smoothly?”

At that, he seemed surprised for a moment before answering, “The preparations for our marriage of course.”

…

What.

Grim practically squeaked beside you at the revelation and began shouting, “Marriage?! Who said you could marry my hench-human? You didn’t even ask for permission to propose to my minion!”

Malleus laughed softly, “There was no need for me to seek your approval. Child of man proposed to me themself. It was quite the honor.”

The small direbeast looked quickly between you and Malleus in shock, and slight offense that you didn’t tell him. Malleus wasn’t a mage he wanted to provoke, but you were his hench-human! How could you propose to him without even consulting or telling him first?!

In the pause, Malleus continued, “I have taken great lengths to ensure the precious stone is safe. It is a symbol of our engagement, and will be a fine piece at our ceremony. Grandmother has already received word, and will be welcoming you to Briar Valley by my side.”

Oh great seven. The Queen of Briar Valley knows you somehow proposed to the Prince by giving him…a rock?? This must be some part of fae culture you’d yet to learn about. Courtship wasn’t exactly a priority when learning about their culture, so you hadn’t gotten there yet.

Snapping out of your shocked daze, you had to ask, “We’re…engaged??”

Malleus nodded, “Of course. Was that not the purpose of your gift of stone?”

Part of you wanted to clarify that proposing was very much not the intention, but he looked so happy and Lilia was giving you a look beside him. Malleus even told his grandma, made Sebek escort you this morning, and now all of Diasomnia is treating you like some sort of royalty. He was so excited about it. How could you tell him that you weren’t proposing when he was so excited? That might break his heart.

Unsure of what to say, you stayed silent for a moment. Lilia, ever the protector of Malleus’ feelings, laughed lightly, “Ah young love. Proposing and yet being so flustered about it. It’s relieving to see the future rulers of Briar Valley being oh so in love. Humans and fae coming together after so long.”

Malleus smiled again, and stepped by your side, “I am honored to be your chosen partner. Now, we must set up a time for you to meet Grandmother before the wedding.”

Oh yeah, you’re done for.

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🌸The Sakura That Bloomed At NRC🌸

Spring is around March 20 - June 21 this year. I don’t really have a season of spring where I come from, only summer and rain. So I thought of doing something special since it’s around at the middle of Spring season.

So this is based on & inspired by the one scene in Episode 6 of Welcome To Demon School Iruma-kun! Where Iruma grew a giant sakura tree at the school.

This gave me an idea to do a similar scenario like this.

Basically, Yuu has an assignment to make a potion to grow a plant, only for them to grow a giant sakura tree from Yuu’s world at Japan.

I also headcanon that the TW world doesn’t have any sakura tree and has never seen one before. 

I always love sakura trees and wish to see one in person. They’re just so beautiful to look at. 

So I hope you enjoy! I didnt think writing this is hard

(the tree is gonna be like the one in Welcome To Demon School Iruma-kun btw and the tree is gonna be really big. Like tall that it can reach to the main campus’ height)

(The tree grew right here at Ramshackle, at that pink doodle I marked)

Like before, please bear with me on this, I’m not good at writing at these types of things.

The characters may not be accuarate to canon, cause like I said, I’m really good at wrting stuff like these. I kinda suck at it. No hate please.

Anyway, read below!

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has anyone done this yet