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hoshinoyozora · 11 months
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— "THE PRINCESS TREATMENT." various
SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend and the different ways he pampers and spoils you rotten ♡
⊹ [ cw ] — mentions of winter storms, prefect is implied to have bad living conditions, mild violence in the tweels parts, jade breaks someone's wrist, crowley slander, ace slander◞
⊹ [ tags ] — FLUFFY! feminine reader! no gendered pronouns used, riddle uses his dorm position to spoil you, seeing trey driving is very hot, deuce biceps, leona and azul sugar daddy era, ruggie would rather freeze to death than have you be cold, jack carries you, jade and floyd will fight for you, rook makes you his muse and paints you, malleus renovates the entire diasomnia dorm for you, sebek carries your pink handbags◞
⊹ [ characters ] — riddle, trey, deuce, leona, ruggie, jack, azul, jade, floyd, rook, malleus, sebek◞
⊹ [ w.c ] — 4.9k+◞ | 🦇masterlist◞
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—♰ RIDDLE
Princess treatment, Like—literally
Loathe is Riddle to admit—He can't deny the fact that being his lover meant you got special treatment. Prime example being your position at unbirthday parties. At the banquet table, just beside Riddle's designated throne, was your throne. Similar in style, it had a heart-shaped crest and golden frame; the only difference was that it was milky white rather than deep red. And despite his best efforts to downplay the favoritism shown to you, Riddle knows for a fact that he had the throne commissioned himself.
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"Come with me." The dorm leader says as he moves towards you, leading you towards your throne. He didn't fail to notice how your legs shook slightly as you walked alongside him or how your hands didn’t leave his coat once. Not that he minded.
The redhead clasped your hands in his as he sat you down onto the leather seat before adjusting the train of your dress to ensure that it wouldn't bother you.
"How are you fairing?" Riddle asked softly, kneeling before you to slip a leather-clad hand behind your knees. He set your feet up on a plush stool and slipped your pointed heels off, gently caressing your ankles. "I overheard you earlier, griping about your feet aching. I certainly hope you're not pushing yourself too hard."
"Ah, no. I just chose the wrong heels today. They're too pointy." You sighed, poking at your crimson red heels, which were discarded to the grassy sides. Groaning, you reclined back on your throne, the billowing, fluffy skirt of the dress Riddle had recently gifted tumbling all about you.
"I see." Riddle nodded in understanding, taking your hand and pressing a quick gentlemanly kiss on your wrists. "The croquet game is up next. I suppose you'd rather stay here?"
"Yeah, I think I need some alone time," you sigh. Riddle squeezes once more your hand in reply, letting his eyes shut in contemplation.
"Very well," He hums, moving to gently tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. "Do rest here a while, rose."
There was a soft smile as the leather of his hands glide across your back. "Oh, and, please let a member of my dorm know if you ever need anything. Worry not. I've instructed everyone here to be at your beck and call."
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— ♰ TREY
Passenger princess treatment<3
Every weekend, it was routine for Trey to whisk you away from your beaten-up dorm. After all, he was sure it was nice to spend the day in a place where you weren't inhaling dust and spiders every second. Both of you would always go over to his parent's café in the city for a simple little brunch date. And without fail, Trey would always pick you up at 9am sharp by the school gates.
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"… I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you, baby
Can you get enough of me?"
Soft music played from the car's radio as the third-year weaved through the barren intersections, careful and slow. It seems as if the roads were merciful to you both today, calm and free of any traffic.
Trey languidly reaches one of his hands, calloused from his years of baking, over to rest gently on your thigh. His thumb rubs soft circles and nonsensical patterns over your plump skin while the other gripped the steering wheel in a loose hold, biceps flexing as he twisted the wheel to turn the car.
Focused as he was, you didn't miss how his gaze flits back and forth between the road and you, the expression swimming within them almost akin to a distant longing.
You place your hand atop his and lean against the passenger door. A wide grin spreads over your glossy red lips as you shake your head playfully. "Keep your eyes on the road."
Mirthful laughter spills from your mouth before your eyes flutter shut as you sway along to the song, mindlessly kicking your legs around. "Crashing and going to the hospital doesn't really sound like a good date idea."
A pensive smile creeps up on Trey's face, and he lets out a low chuckle. "Yeah? I just can't help it. You're a much more interesting sight."
He watched as the sun's dazzling light bathed your image in a beautiful, pleasant glow. To him, you looked ethereal, seemingly glowing and shining under the golden streaks of sunlight that pour through the windshield.
"What did I just say?" you sighed, smiling cheekily as you smoothed a hand over his clover-colored hair, fixing the stray strands moved askew by the wind from the open windows. "Hello~? Wonderland to Trey? Eyes on the road?"
He paused for a while before chuckling, his hands splaying out on the steering wheel as he turned his gaze back front. "Right, right. I'll be careful, princess."
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— ♰  DEUCE
Carries your things for you and will not let you do any heavy lifting at all plus he buys you drinks!
Screw Crowley Dire. You were sick of Ramshackle's awful, scratchy furniture. For once, you wished you could sit on something that wasn't littered with dust bunnies or looked like it came straight from the depths of the underworld—no offense to Idia. And so, using the money you had painstakingly saved over the last six months, you decided to buy a cute, frilly sofa.
Problem was—you couldn't lift it at all. It was too wide and heavy for your poor untrained arms. Fortunately for you, your boyfriend was more than happy to help ^^
꒰‧₊˚⚗️☆༉‧₊˚.
"Um…Deuce? Are you sure you don't want me to work?" Perched atop the kitchen counters, you were worriedly staring down at him.
While he was preoccupied with lifting the couch, you were lazily sipping on a bubble tea—a drink which he bought for you himself. Humming, you let your gaze move from the soft line of his cheekbone, to the sharper cut of his jaw, before resting it onto the thick of his arms. " I don't mind helping, you know."
Deuce was standing by the door, arms tucked beneath the couch as he braced himself for lifting. "Yeah, I got this. Don't worry."
Now, why was he here, exactly? Well…First off, you didn't intend to call him at all.
In the middle of trying to haul your couch into Ramshackle's entrance, Deuce had appeared out of nowhere, offering his help. Despite your vehement denial, the stubborn boy wouldn't take no for an answer, and eventually forced you to sit down, shoving the bright, bubbly drink in your hand without saying a word.
So, here you were. Shamelessly ogling at him while he tried to find a way to bring the couch in.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to get hurt—Oh!" You gasped, hand flying up to cover your agape mouth when Deuce easily lifted it up as if it were made of air. In response to your expression of astonishment, he grinned and playfully flexed his arms. "See?"
While Deuce set the couch down in front of the TV, you slipped off the counters and strode over to him. Jumping into his embrace, you draped your arms around his shoulder and pressed a big kiss on his cheeks, watching in delight as his face exploded in pink. "You're so strong! Thank you so much!"
Deuce let a wobbly smile stretch across his burning cheeks, his hands slack atop your hips. "Y-Yeah! No problem."
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— ♰ LEONA
Sugar dad-I mean-financial help<3 + Hints at passenger princess treatment
Leona Kingscholar was not a romantic. Naturally, he has stayed to himself ever since he was little. This lion was not the kind to be sentimental, gooey, or emotional. So it is astonishing how quickly this stone-cold personality of his breaks down when he's around you.
Every little thing you do drives him into a lovesick frenzy, and he has no idea how to stop it. He wasn't particularly into grand displays of affection or romantic gestures. Ergo, in an effort to express his adoration, he turns to more…costly methods.
꒰‧₊˚⚗️☆༉‧₊˚.
"Tell me what you want." Leona demands, tone serious as he wraps a rough yet protective arm around your hips. Both of you were standing smack dab in the middle of a large shopping mall. Though the more you stood here, the more you began to realize that this place wasn't really your…ordinary mall.
First and foremost, when Leona pulled up, there was private parking, and that was already intimidating to you in and of itself. Second, it seems like every single store in here was a luxury brand. You've seen a couple of these logos plastered onto the tags of Vil's or Jade and Floyd's clothes.
As a matter of fact, you were pretty sure their plastic bags cost more than your entire yearly allowance combined.
"Ah, um…"  A nervous sweat built up on your brow as you fished your wallet out, peering into what little funds you had. "Leona, honey—I just needed to get some school supplies…Is there a different mall we can go to?" You sheepishly smiled up at him. "I don't think I can afford to get anything here."
Silence immediately follows as Leona stares at you with a dumbfounded look. Blinking bluntly, he scoffs. "Who said you were paying?"
"Hu-Huh?" You stammered, fiddling with your wallet. The lion's eyes were ripped wide open in shock, as if the mere thought of you spending your own money on your own things was a criminal act. Something so ludicrous that even a person with his deceptive persona finds it distasteful.
"Ain't it obvious already? I'm paying," Leona huffs, dragging you to a nearby jewelry shop. Behind the glass were displays of glittering pearls and jewels, each of which had delicate and intricate carvings. "And we're gettin' more than stationary."
"But-!" You start, only to get interrupted as his calloused hand clamps over your mouth.
"No buts."
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— ♰  RUGGIE
Giving you his coat when you're cold and just being sickeningly sweet<3
Ruggie was used to working for others, and this habit of his pours over to you. Though it wouldn't take long for people to notice that his acts of labor was…different with you.
For others, Ruggie works because there's an exchange, a benefit, or a payment for him. For you, however, he does things with no motive in mind. He would never ask for more because he genuinely didn't need anything more, and if he ever did, a simple kiss or hug from you would be plenty.
꒰‧₊˚⚗️☆༉‧₊˚.
It was a frigid winter day and both of you were walking to school together, a routine you both developed over the past few months. As you followed him through the deep snowfall, the cold wind nipped and bit at your skin, making you shudder. Despite the struggle, you push on, the rough pads of your boots dragging along the thick blankets of snow.
Unfortunately for you, the flimsy cardigan you bought at Sam's did nothing to keep your body safe from the cruel winter.
While Ruggie's oversized warm coat helps kept him sufficiently warmed up, you, on the other hand, are struggling. You know you should have gotten a thicker coat, but this was all you could afford last minute.
Ever so caring, your boyfriend is quick to notice this and turns back around, trudging through the snow to meet you.
"C'mere," Ruggie drags you into his embrace and starts to slowly inch the coat off his shoulders. With your form now pushed against his body, he takes the chance to press a soft kiss against your cheeks. At the exchange of affection, both of you erupt in soft giggles, lovesick grins stretched across your lips.
The moment feels intimate, loving, and safe.
"Here ya' go." Suddenly he's engulfing you in his thick cloak and zipping it up. Protesting, you try to give it back, but all he does is snicker and shake his head. He peppers warm kisses on the side of your bare frostbitten neck, relishing in the giggles that spill from your lips. "Keep it. I can handle the cold. I'm used to it but I can't have you freezin' out here, now can I?"
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— ♰  JACK
Carries you when your feet start to hurt, tee hee
Jack was strong and well-disciplined. He's worked hard and trained himself to peak physical condition, yet even then, he's continually seeking to improve himself even more. He's tried it all: fitness routines, weight lifting, and sports. And it pays off.
His strength has proven useful in a variety of circumstances. from physical education classes, sporting events, marathons, and, strangely enough, carrying you when your heels begin to hurt your feet.
꒰‧₊˚⚗️☆༉‧₊˚.
Jack looks around the booths as he takes your hands in his, pulling you along the festival crowds, "Hm. I think the takoyaki stand is around here. You were craving that earlier, right?" If it weren't for the intense dull ache at the bottom of your ankles, you would have been delighted to hear about the delectable octopus snack.
Instead, you hissed and pulled on the beastman's hand, halting to a stop, unable to take the torture of your heels any longer. "Jack, hold on a second."
Groaning, you slouch down on a nearby bench and kick off your heels, scowling at the dull throb that's pressing itself against the back of your foot. Jack quickly knelt down by your side, ears alert and tail swishing.
"What's wrong?" He questions as he drags your legs over to rest on top of his firm thighs. "Do your feet hurt?"
"Yeah," you sigh. "I kinda regret putting on heels at a festival like this…I didn't realize it would hurt so bad. I just wanted to look cute."
The wolf ponders for a moment before swiftly turning around, presenting his back to you, "Get on."
"Eh?" You blinked, tilting your head to the side. Jack looks away, keeping his head tilted to the ground as a dark flush swept over his skin. "I'll carry you…I-If your feet hurt, I won't mind carrying you."
"Oh!" Smiling, you slip onto his back and wrap your arms snug around his neck. Jack clutches your heels in one hand while the other grasps onto your thigh. The beastman easily stands up, supporting both his and your weight as he heads towards the food stands.
"Who knew you were such a softie, Jack! Hehe." You tease, pressing a kiss against the side of his neck. The beastman flushed even more, avoiding your gaze at all cost.
"Tch. I-I don't go around doing this for anyone."
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— ♰  AZUL
Sugar dad-I mean-financial help<3 #2
Azul lived to spoil you.
For you, the octo-mer gleefully buys mountains of clothing. Your entire wardrobe has been thoughtfully planned by him (and often rapidly purchased, Floyd is always the victim to his 12am shopping whims).
Other than clothing, he's also quite fond of jewelry. He clasps pure pearls to your ears, drapes diamonds over your neck, and slips rings onto your fingers. It would be the highlight of Azul's day to see the items he had purchased for you proudly displayed for all the students on campus to see.
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"Shall we?" he asks softly as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you up from your chair. The smooth white silk of your dress cascades off the plush leather seat, draping down to your ankles. Azul swiftly guides you away from the lounge, signaling at both Floyd and Jade in the corner to clean up before turning his attention back to you, once more. "I hope the food was to your liking, angelfish?"
"Oh, it was," you confirm, a smile playing on your lips. Leaning up, you press a warm kiss against his lips, one which he returns. "Thank you for the wonderful night, Azul! The dress as well. It looks beautiful."
"Why, of course." The octo-mer hums, running his hand up your back. As he slips both of you into his room, he shuts the door with his foot and guides you to his vanity. "Though I do have one last gift."
"Another?" You chuckle, "Don't you think you spoil me too much? I don't want it to seem like I'm leeching off of you…"
"No, you could never," Azul says as he motions you to a seat near the table of his vanity. The octo-mer reaches over and opens a drawer, revealing a nice velvet box.
As the box is opened, a gorgeous sea-glass necklace with a stunning silver-coral colour is exhibited to you. It sat prettily atop a white plush pillow, winking at you. Azul deftly runs a hand up your neck to pull your hair back and your lips parts in a "o" when he clasps it on.
"Azul," you breathlessly murmur. "I can't possibly—This must have cost a fortune."
"It's for you," Azul smiles. "Only for you."
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— ♰  JADE
You have scary eel privileges'
It was not uncommon for Jade to come knocking at your door in opportune times of the night to accompany you out for a walk. You mentioned once how you loved stargazing and Jade hasn't let that go since. For he too had always carried a fondness for the night, more specifically, the moon.
It was constant, a repetitive lustrous cycle, and despite his thrill seeking nature, he took comfort in its consistency. Walks with you were the highlight of his week, and he certainly does not take interruptions from pesky little bugs lightly.
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The night sky above Ramshackle was littered with painted specs of sparkling stars, burning brightly amidst the gradients of blue and black. Jade had a firm hand situated by the small of your back, gently guiding you along the dirt path of the trail.
"It's so beautiful…" You murmur in astonishment, craning your head up to peer up at the canvas of stars. Chuckling, Jade tugs you in closer to slip his large jacket over your shoulders. "I'm glad you like it, pearl. I do hope it's not too cold?"
"Not at all."
Both of you continue along your hike, going deeper and deeper into the thick, dense forest. As you trudged on, a bundle of wild mushrooms caught your eye and you halted to a stop, recognizing the patterns and spots on the fungi in a book Jade had once shown you.
"Wait here a moment. I just saw those mushrooms you wanted so bad. I'll go get it!" Before Jade could even reply, you were already off, sneaking past tall bushes and prickly trees. 
Just as you were about to pick your first mushroom, a low growl interrupts you. Freezing, your eyes dart upward to see a Savanaclaw student towering over your form. 
He did not seem happy.
"Oya? You're that Ramshackle punk, aren't you?…I have to say, Leona let you off real easy after that little spy mission you did in our dorm." He sneers, rolling the joints of his shoulders and moving closer, backing you up against a tree. "That's all good with me…Cuz' If he won't do something bout' it, then I will."
Suddenly, he was drawing his fist back, aiming for you. The sudden shift happened so quickly that all you could do was flinch and hunch over, preparing yourself for a hit.
Only for it to never come.
"My, my," a familiar voice muses. Breath hitching in your throat, you peek up and see Jade looming behind the boy. The eel's hand was coiled tight around the beastman's wrist, clasping tighter and tighter until there was a sickening snap. 
"How foolish of you to think I would allow that."
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— ♰ FLOYD
You have scary eel privileges' #2
Floyd was a lot softer and caring than a lot of people would give him credit for. That or he just gives you special treatment. After all, the big bad eel found you endearing. You were his one and only beloved little shrimpy. 
You were the one who stood by him even when others dismissed him as strange or frightful because you loved and adored him wholeheartedly. So, he can't help but be protective of you.
Nothing will ever hurt you so long as he's by your side.
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"Shrimpy? What're you doing here?"
Sniffles and cries wreck your chest as you curled up on Floyd's bed, clutching his shrimp plush tight in your arms. Said eel was standing by the door, a look of shock plastered onto his features before it turned ice-cold as he approached your weeping form.
"My poor shrimpy…" Floyd rasps, tugging off his gloves to cup your wet cheeks with his big hands. "What's wrong with my shrimpy? Did someone do this? I'll squeeze 'em if they did."
The eel crawls into bed with you, tugging the plush out of your arms and slipping himself into your embrace. Soft warm kisses are peppered on your wet cheeks as Floyd coos at you.
Sobbing, you raise a hand to furiously wipe at your eyes before exclaiming, "It's Grim again! Why does he have to be so difficult?! I worked so hard for my alchemy exam, but it seems like he doesn't care! He's brought our grades down again!"
"It's that cat of yours again, huh?" Floyd clicked his tongue, thumb pressing against the corner of your teary eyes. He pressed a warm palm to your cheek, examining your face with close inspection as he slowly reached for your hand and set it down atop his beating heart. "No worries. Just let it all out, shrimpy. I'll have a talk with the baby seal later hehe~"
You sniffed and brushed his comments aside as you pulled away from the embrace, an action which made him pout. "…I'm not sure he'd even listen. Grim is as stubborn as a rock." 
"We'll see about that, shrimpy." Floyd scoffs, a frown on his face clearly visible as he pulls you closer once more.
"Yanno, I'm pretty good at alchemy myself." Floyd chirps, a dark grin slowly stretching across his cheeks. "I'm sure the baby seal won't mind having a private tutor session with good ol' me."
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— ♰ ROOK
This man WORSHIPS the ground you walk on.
As they say, "Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter. If you're lucky enough to be an artist's muse, they will immortalize you." Such a muse you were to Rook.
Though it would take quite a lot of coaxing before he could have the pleasure of having you as his muse, at the rare moments you did agree—Rook did his utmost best to do you justice on the canvas.
꒰‧₊˚⚗️☆༉‧₊˚.
Portraiture looked into the life of the subject, revealed what was hidden deep inside, and examined it. With his hunter-like manner, Rook was all too acquainted with this study.
"A-Am I doing this right?" You murmur, trying your best not to move around as you held a bouquet of daisies up to your chest. There was a cream-tinted dress draped across your body as you reclined against the backdrop Rook had set up.
"Oui. Such beauty in your gaze, trickster. Angels lurk behind your eyes." The hunter flirts, resolute gazed locked onto your flustered ones as he drags his brush against the palette. There was an experiment with the hues for a time before he blended a few other colors.
"I cannot thank you enough for allowing me to do this." As he'd found the color he wanted, Rook turned back to you. He took careful note of every nuance and detail of your glowing visage and committed as much as he could to memory. Rook knew he’d have to make your portrait perfect. He simply couldn’t allow for anything else.
"You're very persistent," you huff with a small smile on your face. "I had to cave in eventually, huh?"
"But, of course!" Rook cheekily grins, turning his attention back to the canvas. "I can't let a chance like this pass me by."
Time passed and layers upon layers of color came together to form the picture he sought after. Out to the right, spread across a lush sofa, was your incandescent form. And he surely didn't hold back on the details. The creases in the fabric, the curve of your smile, and the contours of the plush pillows scattered on either side of the plush crimson sofa all draw the eye.
It was a large painting that he had boldly placed in Pomefiore's living room, much to Vil's chagrin. Try as he might, the dormleader couldn't get the hunter to remove it at all.
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— ♰ MALLEUS
Princess treatment? pff. That's cute. No, it's queen treatment to him.
You had a bad tendency of rambling on about whatever that came to mind, often without realising that another person was in the same room as you. Even if you initially didn't mind this little quirk of yours, recent events have made you realise that you should probably curb your mouth-running.
Even more so considering that your partner, caring as he was, had a tendency to be quite…impulsive. Especially when it comes to matters concerning your comfort and well-being.
꒰‧₊˚⚗️☆༉‧₊˚.
Malleus was flipping through a catalogue of colour samples and scrutinizing each texture with careful judgment. Slipping the page into your hands, he murmurs, "This is all rather lovely. Perhaps a dark crimson will suffice. Or would you like this wine red dye, my dear?" The dragon looked at you, patiently awaiting your response.
Only for there to be none.
You stood awkwardly at his side, your cheeks flaming up with shame. Tugging at his coat, you rose up on your tiptoes and whispered quietly, "Tsunotaro…when I whined about it being cold, I didn't mean for you to go this far."
"Oh?" He quirks a brow up, "Do you not like these colors?"
"Mal," you utter gently, handing the catalogue back to him. "I don't really think we need to—"
"Young Master. If I may," Sebek interrupts, voice raising to a strained high squeak, "Please do tell. Why are we replacing every.single marble floor in the dorm…with carpet?"
Malleus draws you in his arms, all while ignoring the enraged stare painted on Sebek's face. "My darling's feet become frigid cold when they walk along the marble flooring. I think it's due time for it to get redone," he says while running his hands tenderly up your back and gazing at you with a ghost of a smile on his lips.
Sebek blinks, a strained smile sneaking up on his cheeks, "Well. I'm sure they can use slippers—"
"Nonsense." Malleus snarls, eyes flashing a luminous green. "How dare you even think of subjecting them to such a ludicrous act. Hmph. Using…slippers—How preposterous." 
"No. I think my way is much better." Shaking his head, Malleus turns back to the catalogue—paying no mind to the grief-stricken look on his retainer's face. "Now dearest, do you think burgundy would look good in the kitchen?"
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—♰ SEBEK
Carries your sparkly pink purses for you, slay king<3
Sebek was not a fool. The fae was well aware he could be a bit…much at times. And even if he doesn't express it, he really values your nearly infinite patience with him. 
The boy was awkward at affection, and this is especially highlighted when it comes to anything involving romantic gestures. Even though your snappy crocodile was hard-headed and stubborn at times, he still showed you how much he cared in his own little ways. Even if it were something as simple as carrying your sparkly pink bag around the campus.
꒰‧₊˚⚗️☆༉‧₊˚.
"You ought to have known better than to jest so lightly about Diasomnia that way!" Sebek barks out, a leather-clad finger digging deep into Ace's chest. However, as opposed to being upset as Sebek had anticipated, the ginger chortles, muffled giggles sneaking past his clamped up lips.
"Sebek, buddy." Ace wheezes out, shoulders shaking from the strain of his suppressed laughter. "It's kinda hard to take you seriously…wh-when you have that."
The Heartslabyul runt gestures towards your designer purse, which was snugly resting against Sebek's bicep, slung over his shoulder. 
It was quite the eye-catcher. The sparkling pink diamonds of its handle twinkled a bright brilliant white, so bright in fact that it was almost blinding. 
Epel takes notice of the logo and crocodile keychain attached to it and he perks up.
"Oh, it's one of those girly-lookin' designer bags Vil is always yappin' about," Epel points out, squinting his eyes to get a better look at it. "Ain't that the prefect's bag?"
Unfazed by Ace's mocking, Sebek scoffs arrogantly, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Indeed, it is. As a knight-in-training, it is only right for me to possess the quality of a gentleman. Chivalrous acts like this are nothing to be ashamed of." He abruptly snapped his head over to glower at Ace, who was sitting rather comfortably in the cafeteria bench, crossing one leg over the over as he met Sebek's irritated stare. "Not that I anticipate someone like you to ever have experience with it.."
Sebek then rose from the table and strode boldly in the direction of your classroom, the pink bag swinging with each heavy step he took. Epel was leaning over the table, placing a shaky hand on Ace's shoulder as loud laughter racked through his body.
"Darn' right," Epel cackles, wiping the tears away from his eyes before turning to the ginger. "Nice ta' see someone still has sum chivalry…Unlike you, Ace."
The ginger visibly deflates, rolling his eyes as he mutters, "Yeah, yeah. We get it. He's down bad."
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The Queen
🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Riddle Rosehearts x Female! Reader
💛 Word Count: 0,7k+
❤ Warnings: -
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Idk much about Alice in Wonderland and I forgot about this part sorry so I decided to make it up instead lmao.
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The queen was a strong figure, both in chess and in real life.
She ruled the kingdom with an iron fist, oversaw the society with hawk eyes, and ordered the subjects with clear-cut words. People parted ways for her, and sometimes, some of them just had to topple over. Subtly or forcefully.
Just like your pawns right now, as Riddle secured yet another victory. Regardless of how small it was, it still brought him closer to your king.
And closer to your defeat.
“It seems that you’re not very adept in chess game, [Name].” he remarked, smirking. “Why don’t you save your energy and declare your loss instead? Trey is currently baking your favorite cake, and we can have a tea party to celebrate your obedience.”
You scowled, willing yourself to stay silent. You hated how he treated you like a child at best, and a prisoner at worst. Then again, Riddle was the Queen of Hearts; the leader of Wonderland. And you, an alien from The World Above. It was expected that you wouldn’t know about the rules of this world, just as you wouldn’t know about the Queen’s longing for affection. You would’ve thought of it as pathetic, if not for your own predicament.
Because it wasn’t enough that you fell into the rabbit hole, you had to fall into his arms too.
Despite what many people thought, including his closest aides, your ‘love’ story wasn’t romantic. Far from it, actually, and the ‘perks’ that came as his ‘King’ only served to tighten the collar on your neck.
The black queen stood two squares away from your white king, exactly on the black square. Yours was on the white one, cornered like your situation right now. Riddle had promised that he’d let you go if you won a match, but the skeptical part of you wondered if his subordinates would allow you to. During your short time here, you’d saved not only him from his own loneliness, but also the poor victims from his, sometimes unjustified, wrath. It wouldn’t be a surprise if they decided to use you as a shield even further by entrapping you here. This was a mad, mad world you lived in, and absolutely anything could happen.
You pushed the king to the side, trying to widen the gap between him and the queen. She moved one square forward, and you wondered why she wasn’t in your row already. Was he toying with you? Giving you an illusion of hope and security? This might just be the cruelest Riddle you’d ever seen, and you’d yet to witness his worst side if you tried to escape literally.
The king sidled to another square, and Riddle did the unexpected yet logical thing; he pushed one of his rooks to your rank.
You lost.
And an hour hadn’t even passed since you started the match. No matter what kind of plan you had, no matter what kind of move you’d take, the end result would still be the same anyway.
Your king would die on the battlefield.
“Go ahead. It’s your turn now.”
Always the stickler for rules, Riddle had yet to declare his victory. Regardless, it’d always been assured since the beginning. You were just prolonging the inevitable, grasping at the light at the end of the tunnel. Or hole.
Swallowing, you reluctantly pushed your last piece forward and watched as the queen brought him to his knees. Riddle’s calm yet smug ‘checkmate’ remained unheard in your shocked disbelief, and you wished for nothing more than to repeat the game over and over again. Was it possible to reverse the clock, when you could change your height to any size? There had to be a potion or a magic book somewhere.
But there was a limit to the Queen’s kindness, it seemed. Or, rather, his amusement. Just like the Chess King, the King of Hearts was fated to accompany his wife until the end of time.
And as Riddle claimed his prize by cradling your frozen self, it occurred to you how long the Queen of Hearts could live or if she was even capable of dying.
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The Immortal’s Feelings
🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Malleus Draconia x Female! Reader feat. Silver
💛 Word Count: 0,7k+
❤ Warnings: -
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I’m not a psychology student, but I think it’s interesting how (forced) transformation can affect human psyche. Then again, my depiction won’t be perfect considering I’m someone with neutral feelings nearly all the time (at least enough until some people close to me call me emotionless lmao).
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“Why did you become a knight, Silver?”
You sipped the tea calmly and gracefully; an act that was enough to make the majority of people here acknowledged you as their queen, but never enough to make them accept you. At least, all those tedious lessons about table manners paid off somewhat.
“Because I want to repay my father and His Majesty’s kindness.”
“I see.” you mused, putting down the cup on the saucer with a soft clink. “So, I guess no matter what I do, you’ll always be loyal to him, huh…”
Silver gripped his knees.
“You are the queen, so I’ll still obey your orders.”
“Anyone can obey me, but not everyone can be loyal to me. That’s probably the first thing I’ve learned since my… coronation.”
You hated that word. It sounded too noble, too posh, too heavy. As if it was something you should be honored with, rejoiced over. It might be better to rule over the people who hated you rather than live among them, but it didn’t make the experience any less unpleasant.
“I won’t lie and say that what he did was right, but fairies tend to love intensely.”
“And humans love freedom. They need it, even. But, at the end of the day, I’m just an artificial fae, aren’t I?” you sneered. “Even humanity feels alien to me now, like a concept too abstract for me to understand.”
The last part came out more as a heartfelt confession than a bitter remark. Sometimes you woke up and felt a deep hollowness inside your chest, as if someone had ripped your heart out and left you as a husk. Or a robot, because you were still functional. Yes, you did your duty as a queen and a wife; a routine that was as normal as sleeping and eating now. There were times when you experienced any kind of emotion too, and you quickly forgot the reason behind it. Why were you happy? Why were you sad? It didn’t make any sense. Your brain had overpowered your body at this point, and what was left of your heart was used to accommodate the petty offense over an insult, perceived or not.
Back then, you would’ve called it embarrassing. Nobody should be sensitive enough to attack someone just because they forgot to greet you. But now, you’d made great use of Malleus by ordering him to publicly humiliate the offender. Something still caught you from committing a worst act, though, and you weren’t sure whether you should be relieved or not. Whether it was your lingering humanity or the warnings you’d gotten from people who deemed themselves important enough to not embarrass yourself.
And yet, Malleus was happy. Proud, even. Although you’d learned it was much better to use him than defy him, anger would resurface and remind you that asking for his help was similar to needing him. Then, memories of him forcing you to marry him and transforming you into a pathetic, subpar version of himself would spark all the forgotten feelings, only for them to disappear when you tried so hard to remember why you hated Malleus in the first place.
It was a confusing event all around, and your husband, with his limited knowledge of human psyche and the effect of your transformation, chalked it up to ‘mood swing’. Still, it did change your attitude to everyone else and led them to look at you the same way they looked at Malleus; with fear, and probably less respect.
After all, you were nothing without him.
But then, you spotted Silver helping his sparring partner from the ground and remembered that humanity was about helping each other. At least, that was what you thought, until you heard his explanation.
“… I have nothing to say, Your Majesty.” Silver admitted shamefully.
You closed your eyes and sighed.
“Of course, you don’t. You’re just a human raised by faes. You know about humanity as much as I do.” You waved your hand dismissively. “Now, leave. I want to be alone right now.”
You heard the chair scrape against the stone masonry, but you didn’t bother to acknowledge his respectful bow. It was only after he went inside the castle, did you open your eyes and peer down through the balcony.
A few mortal servants and knights scattered here and there, and you wondered whether you could sway this minority group to join your side with your experiences as a former human.
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Poor, Unfortunate Soul(s)
🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Self-aware! Twisted Wonderland x Female! Reader
💛 Word Count: 1,3k+
❤ Warnings: -
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Just a lil scenario about MC who ‘dismisses’ their existences aka me lmao.
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“They’re just a bunch of game characters, anyway. Why should I care so much about them?”
You laughed, unaware of the hearts that you broke within the screen. The thin yet sturdy piece of glass that separated you from the people who thought of you as their world. Their everything. Your friend chuckled, adding salt to the injury. Had she didn’t ask you why you hadn’t logged into the game for days, weeks even, maybe they wouldn’t be so humiliated and disappointed.
But did that mean they wouldn’t know your true opinion on them otherwise?
Maybe ignorance was bliss, because, then, they would’ve kept holding onto the hope for you to come back. To still want them the same way they wanted you. In this world of codes and numbers, you were the one real thing in their lives. You were human. Warm, fleshy, and expressive. And yet, you dismissed their existences so easily just because you both lived in two different worlds.
Did they really mean nothing for you? Were all of your reactions towards them merely a façade? Or a memory so insignificant you forgot about it in the next day?
“Maybe I should just delete the app. It feels like a chore to open it nowadays.”
The sky darkened, the ground trembled, and the thunder rumbled as the result of a certain dragon fae. Was this your true self? Then again, NRC was a school of villains. They shouldn’t be surprised if you, the Player, turned out to be the biggest villain of all. Not even Malleus Draconia could hold a candle to you. Your words alone had the ability to mold and break their spirits. Your touch alone could move them somewhere else and show them how beautiful Twisted Wonderland was with you by their side. And your presence alone gave them a reason to live.
If you were to disappear, wouldn’t that be comparable to death? A slow, painful death where everyone lost themselves in depression and rage, and ultimately, destroyed themselves. In a moment of morbid curiosity, they wondered if that was what you wanted all along. You toyed with their hearts, and when you got bored, you moved onto their lives.
“We… we can’t just let her leave!” A boyish voice, thick with desperation and an even desperate attempt to recompose, shattered the mournful silence. Everyone recognized him as Ace Trappola, one of Yuu’s enviable first friends and troublemakers from Heartslabyul. “We need to stop her! Come on, guys. Are we really going to stop now, after everything we’ve done to reach her?”
“But how?” Leona asked, sounding even more listless somehow. Despite his pride and consent, you’d taken a peek into his past and remained amicable with him. It didn’t matter that it was for the sake of the plot, your vessel, Yuu, still approached him and asked for his help during Octavinelle’s story. Didn’t that mean something for you? For him? “Just because we’ve managed to hack into her phone doesn’t mean we can drag her here. There’s only so much we can do to make her stay.”
Ace flinched, unprepared for the reality to slap him twice.
“I-I don’t know.” He turned to face the Diasomnia gang who, with the exception of the sniffling Sebek, looked as somber as a funeral guest. “Malleus-senpai, Lilia-senpai, you guys gotta know something about bringing someone from another world, right? You guys are the strongest of the strongest. I don’t care if it’s forbidden. There… there has to be a way!”
For a moment, they were silent as though reluctant to admit their lack of knowledge. Ace wilted, his buckling knees threatening to collapse once the severity of the situation settled in.
That is, until Lilia opened his mouth.
“… There is, actually.” he murmured. “But for every soul that moves here, another has to replace them.”
Some of the characters lit up, but the others remained skeptical.
“And I assume it’s for the sake of balance?” Vil mused, crossing his arms.
Lilia’s glance confirmed his suspicion.
“T-then, what are we waiting for?” In a burst of hope, Azul momentarily stopped sobbing. “Let’s sacrifice that person.”
“But who’s gonna be that person?” Jamil retorted.
Everyone fell quiet again, unwilling to be the lamb in the altar of your capricious existence.
“The NPCs ‘live’ when the story is moving.” Idia mumbled through the floating device. His shyness and reluctance for a face-to-face interaction was customary, but nobody could truly see the underworld his sanity was falling at a rapid pace. Still, it didn’t change the fact that he still wanted to see you living among them. Literally. “That means she has to play again if we want to sacrifice one of them.”
“I, for one, would be more than willing to help ‘convincing’ her, if that’s what it takes.” Jade simpered with his eyes closed and a hand over his chest.
“Oui! It’d be a splendid day to see her sublime face gracing us again. The sun would shine warmly, the flowers would grow tastefully, and the birds would chirp merrily!” Rook enthused, jabbing at Malleus’s inadvertent use of magic.
Riddle wiped his teary eyes with the sleeve of his uniform and straightened up.
“Seeing that our Player has slackened in her responsibility to watch over us, it is our duty to set her right.” he declared. “Heartslabyul students, I order you to find this person and bring him here!”
“I-I agree…!” Sebek piped up, still loud as always despite his trembling voice and runny nose. “I shall seize him and send him to that world at once!”
Ever the dutiful one, Silver gripped his baton and nodded. As long as it wasn’t murder without a cause, he’d gladly perform any task like a true knight would.
“Well, if Riddle ordered us like this, who are we to disobey him?” Cater laughed, trying to hide the shakiness of his voice.
Trey pushed his glasses, foggy from the upcoming tears.
“Indeed. But I won’t lie, this is something that I’m looking forward to carry out.”
“For once, you did something right, Ace!” Deuce beamed proudly.
“Oi!”
Jamil glanced at Kalim, who reluctantly nodded. He hated to see people throwing away their lives carelessly, after all the assassination attempts that he suffered through the story. But if it was for the sake of seeing you with them, who was he to stop them?
Floyd grinned happily, but the anger of being abandoned by you darkened his eyes.
“Once she gets here, I’ll be sure to give her a nice, long squeeze as a welcome~”
“Well, Leona-san?” Ruggie asked, crossing his hands behind his head. “Are we gonna boost their morale or something?”
Leona sighed, lacking the irritated exhaustion he usually had. Even he wasn’t immune to the hope that Lilia brought to them, no matter how annoying it was to trust him.
“You better not be disappointing us, Lilia.” he growled. “And you, too, Radish Sprout.”
“I don’t like this.” Jack murmured. “But if this is what it takes to make the Player fulfill her role again, then I’ll do my best to live up to the expectations!”
“I… I will join as well!” Epel stated, clenching his fists resolutely.
“Look, Brother!” Ortho chirped. “You managed to bring them all together. That’s so cool!”
Idia muttered something, but the younger boy was too engrossed in their touching cooperation to notice.
Sunlight finally dispersed the dark clouds, mirroring their spirit. Malleus took a step forward with his chin raised in determination.
“Then, I shall assist Lilia with the magic.”
You said you didn’t care about them?
Well, they would make you care.
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The Red Darling
🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Vil Schoenheit x Female! Reader
💛 Word Count: 2,7k+
❤ Warnings: -
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I’ve been obsessed with Luz’s song called Darling Blue. The storyline is still confusing to me, but the old song vibes is just *chef’s kiss* I might just write the Neige version. Also, Epel here isn’t/wasn’t Vil’s junior.
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“Honestly, how could she neglect her own health like this?”
Vil sighed as he exited the Magicam that once showed the video of you signing your albums to the fans. It wasn’t the first time he’d watched it, nor was it the first video he’d ever watched, but it wasn’t what he focused on the most. It was your sluggish movements, your droopy eyes, your stifled yawns, and your fatigued smiles. Your fans might not see those signs, or they might choose to ignore them, but he did see and he did pay attention.
After all, Vil Schoenheit was your biggest fan.
Despite your imperfect voice, he admired how you always strived to improve yourself. He, out of all people, knew perfection didn’t exist yet he chose to be the best version of himself anyway. Although, there was a lingering regret that Vil wasn’t able to find and support you from the beginning of your career. Regardless, he wasn’t too late. He was there when you performed in a small stage, and he was there when you performed in a bigger stage.
But it seemed that you tried too hard this time.
Pressing a certain number, Vil put the phone to his ear.
“Hello, Adella. When is [Name]’s next concert?”
“Huh? This is the first time you ask that kind of thing.”
“Just tell me already.”
“Wait, let me check.” There was a momentary pause, and Vil tapped his foot impatiently. “It’s on the second week next month. Why?”
“I need the VIP ticket.”
“What?!”
“Do not make me repeat myself, Adelle.”
“O-oh, of course. I’ll purchase the ticket and send it to you as soon as possible.”
“Good, thank you. I’ll be sure to repay the money.”
He turned off the call before she could utter another word and huffed. Honestly, why was she so surprised? It wasn’t as if he’d ever hidden his fondness for you, even if he didn’t particularly gush over you like many of your fans did.
Stroking the photo of you smiling to the camera with a microphone in hand, while the crowd was cheering on you from below the platform, Vil leaned forward and kissed your face. It was his favorite photo due to the perfect mixture of spotlight and sweat that illuminated your glowing features.
And very soon, he’d be able to see it from up close.
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You sighed wistfully as you stared at the photos of you and your ex, Epel. Your relationship used to be a secret, as it should, due to his status as a mere apple juice merchant. But, suddenly, a news broke out that one of his products was apparently poisoned and it froze the victim until morning. They sued him, and although it was fortunate that he didn’t get imprisoned, Epel still lost a significant amount of money and fame. You tried to help him, because you knew he was planning to propose you, but Epel feared for your futures.
And, thus, he decided to break up with you.
You were devastated, although deep down, you were still in denial of his charges. Epel was the type to pick a fight with someone if they pissed him off rather than poisoning them. Not ‘manly’, he’d say. And yet, even that wasn’t enough to save your relationship. Wasn’t enough to make him believe in you the same way you did in him. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t. Too much was at stake here, and no matter how much you tried to convince him that you could be the breadwinner later on, he still refused. For him, a job was another part of his pride.
And now, not even his apple cutting skills could save him from shame. Internally and externally.
So, you threw yourself to work. You practiced day and night, all to forget the depression that crept up on you when there was no music as a distraction and to avoid your manager’s scolding. There was only so much she could tolerate from you, and isolating yourself in your room might just be the end of her patience. The exhaustion shook your body, worsened by the starvation caused by your diet, but you forced yourself to smile. To your fans, and now…
“Vil Schoenheit will be attending your concert later as a VIP. Please show your best self.”
To him.
It wasn’t as if you hated him. Oh, no. If you looked at it from another angle, his perfectionism was admirable. He showed and deserved nothing less. In fact, you could even say you preferred him than Neige. But today was different. Today, you were at your worst self. You didn’t even know if you could survive five minutes on the stage. What would the Vil Schoenheit think of you, then? Being the second most famous actor in Twisted Wonderland was bound to sway some opinions easily, and after all the hard work you’d put in, you didn’t know how to handle the breakdown should you fail to impress him later on.
And you succeeded, even if it was just barely. Otherwise, your manager wouldn’t have told you that he was waiting for you at his private room. At the very least, you managed to stand and smile at the crowd and cameras earlier. It was still an achievement in itself, no matter how petty it seemed.
“Excuse me, Schoenheit? My manager said you want to talk to me.”
“Oh, yes. Come here, and don’t call me Schoenheit. It looks like you’re calling my father instead.”
You tittered and sat down beside him with enough distance to be appropriate.
“So, what do you want to talk about?”
“I’ll be honest, you didn’t reach the high note in your first song.”
You flinched, not expecting the abrupt comment. You knew you made a lot of mistakes, especially recently, but it still stung.
“I-I see. I was trying, though.”
“I know, but your exhaustion has hindered your performance. I expect you to take care of yourself the same way you do to your work.”
He was right, but it didn’t mean you could accept it easily. It wasn’t as if you overworked yourself because you wanted to, anyway.
“… Yes, thank you for your advice, Schoen– I mean, Vil.”
“Don’t just thank me. You should apply it from now on.”
“Of course.”
Somehow, he made you feel as if he was your manager. Or, worse, your mother.
“Therefore, I decided to bring you to dinner with me. Regardless of your mistakes, you still did your best for the sake of your fans. So you deserve a nice meal, at the very least.”
You wondered how many whiplash you’d get from him. First, he suddenly attended your concert as a VIP. Then, he judged your performance so harshly. And now, he invited you to dinner? No, you realized, it wasn’t an invitation. It was an order. And the restaurant wasn’t a typical five star one, either.
No, it was the kind that took months just for a reservation.
Luckily, Vil didn’t talk much during mealtime. He ate calmly and gracefully, savoring each bite. You felt even more conscious of your table manner, and you clumsily tried to follow everything he did. You weren’t sure if you should be flattered or embarrassed when he huffed in amusement.
“Let’s go to my house. I just bought [flavor] tea and I want you to taste them.”
You wondered where did he find out that you liked that particular flavor. Did you tell it to your fans and you happened to forget? If so, then did that mean he was your fan too? The thought flattered you. Of course, it was only logical considering he came to your concert. Still, all of his invitations had been startling despite being a fan. Maybe because he was also as popular as you, if not more.
“You have a lovely home.” you remarked, glancing around the spotless living room.
“Of course. A tidy house reflects a tidy mind.”
You smiled bemusedly, too accustomed by forced humility that his confident answer surprised you a bit. And yet, you found that it suited him very well. He wasn’t lying, anyway, so he deserved to feel proud of himself. You could learn a thing or two about not putting yourself down too much.
“Sit down. I’m going to prepare the tea for a moment.”
The couch was plush and comfy, and after all the whirlwind of activities and the fatigue that came with it, you might as well be falling asleep here.
Luckily, you had a stronger self-control than that.
Your back immediately straightened up when Vil returned with a tray of porcelain cups depicting the poisoned apples. Despite his conduct befitting that of a queen, his elegance when he poured the tea from the teapot was no less amazing.
You sipped the tea as silently and slowly as you could, savoring the flavor and warmth as if it was your last drink. You’d refused the wine from the restaurant earlier, fearing that you’d make a fool out of yourself by getting drunk. It didn’t matter if you could hold up your alcohol well; Vil’s presence demanded only perfection.
“How does it taste like?”
“Refreshing. The scent really calms down my nerves.”
It wasn’t a lie; it did recompose you, even slightly.
“I’m glad you think so. I’ve been wanting to taste this as well.”
You wondered why he didn’t do it himself, but you supposed that drink, just like food, was more delicious and memorable with company.
“Um, may I use the restroom?”
“It’s the third door on the right.”
You passed the kitchen, where the window displayed the darkening sky. Not from the moon, but from the upcoming rain. Hastily, you did your business in fear of being staying over for too long. It smelled vaguely of apple, and the yellow light illuminated the sparkling bathroom. Branded toiletries lined up neatly in the cabinet, and the towels were meticulously white.
It wasn’t until you spotted a slightly ajar door did you stop on your tracks.
Now, of course, you knew curiosity killed the cat. And, in this case, the cat was your job. But when your gut feeling compelled you to approach the room, and see your pictures pinned on the dressing mirrors, you knew it was simultaneously a good and bad thing to do. One of them was you smiling to the camera with a microphone in hand, while the crowd was cheering on you from below the platform. There seemed to be a few lipstick marks on it, cementing Vil’s position as your fan. While the other was a photo of you and Epel, with an X sign crudely slashed onto his face.
It was your anniversary photo, and you wore your best camouflage outfit at that time, so how did he have it? Did the paparazzi stalk you without your knowledge and send it to him somehow? It had to. You couldn’t think of any other possibility.
But the question was why? Why would he have that? You thought he’d at least understand how hard it was to date someone, being a celebrity himself. And yet, the sign on Epel’s face suggested that he didn’t understand, let alone accept it.
He couldn’t accept it.
“Don’t you know that it’s rude to peek into someone’s room?”
You froze, and for a split second, you were tempted to rush inside and slam the door on his face. But that would be a suicidal move, wouldn’t it? It was his room, after all, and he could easily find a key to unlock the door.
“V-Vil,” you tittered. “I’m sorry. Did you wait long?”
The said man squinted at you.
“Long enough to catch a mouse lingering near a place where it shouldn’t be.”
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be rude, I swear! I was just–”
Curious? Nosy? There was no point in defending yourself, and he knew that. So, you sighed heavily as your shoulders sagged in resignation.
“Why… do you have my photo?” you asked, almost whispering. “The one with my… friend. It was supposed to be a private event. You–” you paused, already doubting your impromptu decision to confront him. Was it even worth digging your grave for the sake of your practically nonexistent privacy? “You shouldn’t have that.”
Vil was quiet for a moment, but you didn’t dare to look up. He didn’t criticize your composure, either, or your posture.
“… Sometimes, I wonder about that too.” he mused softly. “When I first saw that photo, I should’ve burned it to ashes and stomped on it with my heels. But, instead, I let my hands shake and ultimately hang it on the mirror, if not as a source of… motivation.”
Somehow, you had a feeling it wasn’t a good kind of motivation. Your stomach churned at the thought.
“I did a background check on him, and was thoroughly disappointed in your choice of men.”
You flinched instinctively and opened your mouth to defend Epel, but his withering glare silence you quickly.
“I mean, an apple merchant from a small village?” he scoffed. “It was all just too easy, honestly, to set him up. I just needed to have someone buy one of his products, used my unique magic on it, and ordered them to give it to someone so they could have a ‘taste’.”
Your stomach plummeted, and you wished you could run back to the bathroom and puke all of that fancy food earlier.
“I almost pity him, really. He went from poor to destitute, but I suppose it’s still a lot better than death.”
“Why…?” you asked breathlessly, eyes stinging at the upcoming tears. “Why did you do that to him?! What did he do to you until he deserved that kind of fate?! Answer me, Schoenheit!”
His eyes darkened at the name usage just as the thunder boomed outside.
“Because a queen deserves a king by her side.”
You gaped at him. A king? Who was the king? Was it you? If so, didn’t a king deserve a good, sane queen by his side too?
Why did you feel more like a girl under the queen’s unfair wrath instead?
“… It’s getting late.” you mumbled. “I have practice tomorrow. Excuse me.”
Vil grabbed your arm, and you wondered if he could crush an apple with his grip.
“Where do you think you’re going? Can’t you see that it’s pouring out there?” he scolded as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you. “You’re going to get sick, especially in that kind of condition.”
“It’s fine. I always have a painkiller ready…”
Suddenly, everything started to blur and move upside down. You clasped a hand over your mouth and collapsed to your feet, resisting the urge to vomit all over the marble floor.
“See? I told you.” Vil’s voice sounded distant despite him crouching beside you. “You’re sick, because you’ve been avoiding your much-needed rest. Don’t worry, I’ve told your manager that you’ll be staying with me for a few days.”
You were too weak to fight him, let alone escape from him. So, you allowed him to carry your body inside and lay it on the bed. He pulled the blanket to your chin and stood there for a moment.
“I won’t let you neglect your health anymore, especially over that pauper.” he hissed. “Under my care, you shall return to your best version. And I’ll be there as your number one fan and man.”
Deep down, you knew that your predicament wasn’t just because of your fatigue. He did something to you, to the tea, and you’d been too naïve to believe that the queen couldn’t be evil as well.
And his crooked smirk proved your suspicion.
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hoshinoyozora · 11 months
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M'hoping that this is okay for a request but can I request E, F, T, X and Z with Tomoe and Legolas?
Lmao, I'm like barely restraining myself from sending in a bunch of requests in a row and fill all of your slots with my yan obsession help 😭😭
Take care of yourself bestie and change this request as you see fit if you decide to do it 💜💜
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 1k event: yandere
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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ tomoe, legolas ( separately ) ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔
· ⊰ synopsis. ( yandere themes ៸៸ possessive and obsessive behaviour ៸៸ manipulation ៸៸ dark themes in general viewer discretion advised )
· ⊰ note. of course spoops bby!! nice to see that I got a tomoe request hehe. here you go, hope you like it 💕
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ʚ exposed: how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Tomoe wouldn’t show you much of his heart - then again, it’s not like he really did even before he snapped. However, it would be noted that he’s definitely worse at showing his true feelings to you after his snap
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ʚ fight: how would they feel if their darling fought back?
It would be a combination of both irritation and amusement. He finds it endearing that you think you have a fighting chance - and then the irritation settles in. He realises that you don’t want him. And that irritation quickly simmers into rage 
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ʚ tears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He is a bit conflicted about seeing you cry. One on hand, there’s that part deep down that would probably be a little thrown off. It never lasts long and over time he learnt to push that part of him down. Now he finds pride in your cries. After all, you’re doing them for him. Why shouldn’t he?
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ʚ xoanon: how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?
Tomoe definitely had a very passive way of trying to win you over. Granted, he was never good at expressing his emotions - so he simply did the only thing he knew how; treat you like everyone else but protect and provide for you as much as he could. 
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ʚ zenith: would they ever break their darling?
Not intentionally, but it’s definitely a possibility. He wouldn’t quite know what to do should he break you - but, eventually. . . he will learn to live with it. You are far more compliant. Perhaps your broken state can finally see the love that he has for you 
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ LEGOLAS
ʚ exposed: how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
He would show you some vulnerability, probably the same amount he did before his little snap. But that’s the unnerving part - the sane and yandere side of him are almost indistinguishable 
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ʚ fight: how would they feel if their darling fought back?
Legolas definitely wouldn’t appreciate it should you try to fight back. Why were you trying to leave him? After everything that he has done for you? After all the love he has given to you!? Needless to say, he would become rather angered the more you resist and fight him - it’s one of the quickest ways to piss him off 
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ʚ tears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He doesn’t particularly like it when you cry, let alone scream. However, he wouldn’t stop whatever he is doing immediately. Perhaps falter in the slightest, but definitely not stop. He’ll spin the narrative on you instead: “look. . . look at these tears. You made me do this! I love you, I don’t want to hurt you. . . this is your fault.’’ 
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ʚ xoanon: how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?
Legolas tried to win you over the old-fashioned way. Sweep you off your feet and hope you fall for him. He would definitely hold you in high regard - praise wouldn’t be something that would be lacking. If you behave, that is 
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ʚ zenith: would they ever break their darling?
He wouldn’t dream of it. He always makes sure to never go too far, to always try and keep you in the right headspace. He’s not sure what he would do if he truly lost you - perhaps that would be the only way to free yourself of him 
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hoshinoyozora · 11 months
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hm legolas w “Why don’t you love me?! I’ve given you everything I can think of!” cus i wanna see how far u can take our mister legally blonde w/o breakin character😼😼😼
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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ yandere!legolas ⠀〳 ⠀ ❜࿔
· ⊰ synopsis. it was beyond unnerving, the way he could still smile at you as if he hadn't trapped you in this suffocating life ( dark themes ៸៸ yandere content ៸៸ possessive behaviour ៸៸ strangulation ៸៸ dark content in general viewer discretion advised )
· ⊰ note. honestly, writing him as his normal self despite all the dark themes was really fun and really made the piece even more unnerving phaha. translations in comments !
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“Darling,’’ 
Such a name should have elicited a flurry of butterflies, triggered a blush of response — yet all that rakes over your body is a slew of shivers from the base of your spine. Hair stands pin-straight in riposte to the abrupt chill brought upon the room and for a minute you debate whether turning around would be a grand idea. 
Such a thought fell flat, for before you could even blink twice a pair of strong arms circled around your waist, hauling back so that shoulders flush against a contrastingly warm chest. “Darling,’’ the repeated croon hitches your breath. “I have returned, did you miss me?”
Yet another jolt to your spine as cool air brushes the shell of your ear, followed by the graze of icy lips. A cramp finds your diaphragm, prompting your breathing to grow shallow and your heart to gradually pick up in pace as your mind races for a way in which to react. 
Silence would be foolish,
but so could speaking. 
“Leg-. . . olas,’’ barely managing out his name, you suck in a breath and pray to the valar that it went unnoticed. You were never the best actor, even more so in this situation. Your disability in putting on masks brought on great suffering and numerous confrontations — alas, it could not be helped. After all, not many would be able to bite their tongue, swallow their words and put on a gleaming smile; not many who had been through the horrors you faced. 
“Meleth, why do you appear so tense?” It takes everything within you not to jerk away when the delicate feel of his lips trace kisses along your shoulder. Thank valinor he parted when he did, you weren’t exactly sure for how much longer you could have held your breath.  
The little voice in your head begged you to turn, to at least attempt to appease him in favour of avoiding an unwanted incident. So, swallowing the bitter taste at the back of your throat, you ever so sheepishly turn to face him, gaze glued to his face in fear of potentially catching him in one of his many moods. 
A smile graces his lips, one which many compared to the heavens above; similar to his eyes that sparkled like that of gorgeous startlight. Such an innocent, gleaming countenance that even managed to deceive you some time ago. What a shame that such a pretty face was tainted by a cruel, black heart. 
“I have brought you a little something. A perfect gift for my most beloved.’’ 
You didn’t quite fancy the way that word sounded on his tongue, although smothered in honey as it may have appeared — you knew the truth. Beloved. Is this how you treat a beloved?
The thought lingers not as your attention is soon captured by the motion of his hands and for a second you braced yourself for the unexpected; only to internally sigh with relief at the sight of carmine petals surrounding a little bud. A rose, blooming and bright held between his fingers which brought it up only a few inches from your face. 
And for a moment, just a moment, you wanted it to be real. For it all to be the fairytale you were promised in the books read as a child. Your prince charming presenting you with gifts, adoration and love, holding you in his arms and shielding you from all the darkness of this world. 
However, you were quickly reminded that the only darkness in this room stood right before you. 
The dream melted into nothingness, a mere waver in the wind, instead replaced with the horrific images you had unfortunately come to know as memories. Your gaze became unfocused, zoning out the flower and concentrated on his hands instead. Pale and clean, yet for a flashing second crimson essence couples with various scarlet smudges tainted the once flawless skin. 
Damnit, damnit! 
You can barely stop the gasp, nor freeze your abrupt jerk which positions your back at the edge of the table to which you hastily cling. Images cloud your vision, a monochromatic scene with one lone, distinct colour. Blood red. 
It was no secret that the horrors you witnessed still plagued your mind even until this day — all done by the hand that now dared to gift you a flower of the same shade. 
In your hastened attempts to sate your ragged breathing, you had all but forgotten to pay mind to the elf who stood only a few feet away, rose still in hand as he observed your startled reaction. 
Needless to say, he wasn’t exactly the most thrilled. 
Within your blur of memories and madness you fail to realise his gradual advancements towards you as the rose hits the ground below with little regard. “Now, what was that for, hmm?” Sweet as ever, his voice rings through the air as your vision finally focuses on those azure irises; now flickering with familiar undertones. “I bring to you a gift from my heart and you immediately reject it? You. . .’’ 
You gag on a gasp, eyes nearly popping from their sockets at the sudden pressure around your neck. “Ungrateful little thing.’’ Even with the roughness of his mannerisms, his voice and gaze still remain uncannily gentle, as if he weren’t choking the life out of you. 
“It wounds me, darling. Just how much you still reject me — after everything. . .’’ Leaning his head closer, his serrated breath fans against your lips. “How much longer will you deny me?” The grip tightens and elicits a wave of dizziness as you attempt to plea for mercy, only to splutter and struggle. 
“Tell me,’’ you can feel the tremble of his fingers, see the growing dim in his eyes, but it is only when nails claw into your neck which is subsequently jerked forward do you realise he’s on the edge once more. “Tell me!”Legolas’ shout akins to that of thunder as jagged breaths overtake his quaking form. 
“Why don’t you love me!? I’ve given you everything I can think of!”
The dizziness only multiplies at his ferocious jerks of your body, nails threatening to break through your skin. It is then that you’re abruptly hauled forward, face a mere inches from his. With swollen, blue-tinting lips, you barely manage to strangle out a plea for air as his eyes lock upon yours. 
“It appears. . .’’ his voice leisurely steadies, returning to its honey-coated sickness. “That we have a lot more to work on, darling.’’ Finally releasing you of his hold, you drop to your knees with tears cascading down your cheeks. 
“L-Legolas, please — I’m sor -’’
Words lodge themselves within your throat as two fingers take your chin, lifting your head to ensure you face him. “Sorry?” He finishes your sentence, a small tilt of his head before a low, bone-chilling cooe fills your ears. 
“Oh, meleth nin. You will be.’’ 
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hoshinoyozora · 11 months
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- " . . . h m m, awake? "
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- "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" - "You were out for quite a while. . .did you know that? - "Today, Teccho insisted we all try his "hotdog s'mores", he said it makes for a good sweet and savory snack, haha, disgusting right?" - "You look a little sour, want to hear a joke?" - "What did the grape say after it got crushed and beaten to a pulp? Nothing. It just whined. hehe, get it?" - ". . ." - "You've really fallen ill huh..." - "It...hurts, you say?" - "Why of course it does, you deserved it after all"
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- "Maybe if you hadn't defy my orders, it wouldn't hurt as much."
- "You're lucky you can still walk after it heals. Next time, I'll shatter your kneecaps."
- "So what will it be? Any more smart remarks out of that sweet mouth of yours?"
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hoshinoyozora · 11 months
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Malleus getting jealous and mad that S/O is reading a book before going to sleep and not giving him love and affection so he whines and pouts about it. Tries to get S/O’s attention. I just like Clingy Malleus so much XD
clingy!malleus who wouldn’t stop whining and pouting when you are too engrossed in your book, completely forgetting about him
clingy!malleus who tries to whine a little louder to get your attention. you heard him, but it’s rare to hear a big man letting out cute little noises, so you pretend to “ignore” him, holding back a smile as you can feel him getting a little agitated
clingy!malleus who pulls you onto his lap, burying his face into your neck. he hugs you by your waist, tightening the grip, his claws slightly poking onto your skin, but not too much to cause any harm. it’s just there, making it’s presence known.
clingy!malleus who frowns when you still don’t give him any attention (and affection). he starts to think that you are playing with him. so he peppers small kisses behind your ear all the way down to your neck and shoulder blades. you tried to suppress your giggles, knowing that you will be exposed if you start giving away any reaction.
clingy!malleus hears your heartbeat quickening. he knows that you are playing a prank on him now. so he starts tickling you on your waist, leaving you laughing and giggling as you dropped the book on the floor, squirming in his arms and begging him to stop.
clingy!malleus laughs along with you. he knows that you are weak to tickles, so he continues doing it, only stopping when you finally say out his name.
clingy!malleus who finally get what he wants when you smooch him, giving him all the attention, love and affection. the book lays on the ground, completely forgotten.
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hoshinoyozora · 11 months
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twisted wonderland w an s/o who is slowly dying headcannon
scenario: twst character with an s/o who is slowly dying, because they do not belong in twisted wonderland and the magic in the land is rejecting their body, causing s/o’s body to deteriorate. just minutes before s/o dies, they decided to save s/o by sacrificing their magic.
characters involved: vil schoenheit, rook hunt, malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge x gn reader
genre: semi angst to fluff? no death involved (repost)
tw: blood and near death experience
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hoshinoyozora · 11 months
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"please let me go, he is waiting for me."
scenario: you suffer from a heavy blow during an accident in school. he ran to you immediately, holding you in his arms as he try to heal you within the best of his abilities. instead of allowing him to do that, you grabbed his hand weakly and stopped him from doing it. "please let me go." you breathe out weakly while he stares at you, confused, worried, and anxious. "what do you mean by let you go? i will save you!" he insisted, ready to cast his magic again to save you, his lover, but your next words stopped him. "i have a lover waiting for me at the other side. please, he is waiting for me, i want to go to him now." that's when he knew that you would never be his, ever.
characters involved: housewardens x gn reader
tw: major character death, unrequited love
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riddle stares at you, eyes wide with visible tears forming
if you have never seen riddle being vulnerable, then this is definitely the first
he could feel his heart squeezing at your words as he wreck his brain to try and recall a rule that is against this
ah yes, there is
riddle is a housewarden, it's his duty to protect and ensure the safety of the students
"no, i can't do that, it's against the rules." riddle grits his teeth, trying not to lose his composure as he uses his healing magic, trying to heal your bleeding form
though he keeps on convincing himself that he is saving you cause of the rules, deep down, he knows that is because he loves you and doesn't want you to go
but when you stared up at him with your dull and sad eyes, he knew that this would definitely be the first time he break a rule, for his own lover
he holds you in his arms, watching you take your last breath before letting out a cry
he knew that you didn't had any romantic feelings for him, but it hurts more to hear it from you, and to never see you again
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leona couldn't believe what he is hearing right now
are you asking him to let you die just so that you can be reunited with your lover..... that is not him?
"herbivore, what nonsense are you talking about?"
he presses on your wound, trying to stop the bleeding
you grasped on his hand weakly, silently pleading him to just let you go
he is not one bit happy that you didn't return his feelings.. and now you are asking him to just let you die? you must be one hell of a brave herbivore to ask the housewarden of savannaclaw, second prince of sunset savanna to fulfill this ridiculous request of yours
leona pities you a little, being dragged into a whole new other world without knowing anyone
he knows that you have been suffering a lot in this school, fulfilling any responsibilities that crowley has thrown to you, dealing with numerous overblots, helping out in extra curricular activities
perhaps you were just so tired of everything, hence seeking a chance for death just so that your soul can go to the other side and unite with your love one
leona says nothing. he releases the pressure that he has been pressing your wound, holding you tight against his chest
it is only when you breath out your last breath, he mutters a small "be happy"
he will never let you know that he loves you, because he plans to bury this love deep within his heart, never allowing himself to be this hurt again
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this is a serious violation of contract (thats if you made any sussy dealings with him
"wh-what are you talking about? you still haven't fulfill the deal we made last week, remember?"
azul was shaking
you could see him pushing up his glasses nervously
his usual calm demeanor was gone, replaced with a frightened and nervous sight
he hopes that whatever that you said just now was a joke
is not a joke? you might catch his eyes swelling up with tears that threatens to spill out
this man is heart broken. you don't love him. you have another lover. you are begging him to let you die. which means he will never see you again, and will never get the chance to win you heart
"please....azul..... just this one time...."
and this was the one and only time where azul didn't fulfill his goal, which is to woo you and win you heart
unwillingly lets you go, he tries to comfort himself that this was what you wanted, but it didn't stop that persistent sadness inside him
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"why?" kalim asked you, wanting to understand the reason behind your words
you spend your last few moments talking to him, telling him about how you met your lover, how you fell in love with them, what made you love them, and etc
kalim could see the visible light in your eyes when you talk about your lover
even when you are bleeding profusely, your lips still curls up into a lovely smile whenever you mention about your lover
it was only when it comes to the part of you suddenly being transmigrated into twisted wonderland, your smile fades away, eyes losing it's precious shine
you told kalim how much you miss your lover, and that you wanted to see them again (it seems like crowley isn't doing too well in finding a way to send you back home)
kalim listens to you fondly
he smiles, not cause he is happy, but because he wants you to remember him as the happy-go-lucky guy
"will you be happy after this?"
"yes, i will."
that's honestly all it takes for kalim to let you go, allowing you to die in his arms
as long as you are happy, kalim can withstand the pain burning in his heart
just for you
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he doesn't want to hear you talk at all, telling you to keep quiet while he whips out a small vial in the pocket of his jacket, pouring the contents on your wounds to heal you
you grabbed his hand that was holding the vial, begging him to stop and just let you die
"please, vil. this is all i ever ask for. i don't want to live anymore, i just want to be with my lover. vil, you will understand, right?"
the truth is, vil doesn't understand
why would you want to die? just live and find a solution back home, he will help you with it
that's what he told you, but it was partially a lie
yes he will help you find a way back home, but he is determine to win your heart
he tries to distract you, summoning his healing magic to heal you
but you were insistent
"i love them, so so much. they are all that i ever want."
you don't know how much your words have haunted vil
it made him realise that he never had a chance to be with you
you already belong to someone else, not him
he is just a.... friend
eventually, vil reluctantly lets you go, allowing you to go to the other side
he remembers the image of you smiling after taking your last breath
he wonders if he has ever made you smile like this before
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"h-HUHHHH?"
idia was shocked
are you roleplaying as an emotional character who just wants to die to unite with their lover now?
tell him that this is reality and you really really want to die just to see your lover again
"why would you want to do that? don't you want to live and read the latest manga? let's watch the latest anime together-"
"no idia, i just want to be with my lover."
idia was heartbroken
he just got rejected by his own lover! and they do not love him back!
he can foresee himself locking inside his room for years again
"please, idia."
frankly speaking, idia doesn't want to let you go
he thought he could finally experience what a true couple is like, planning out dates, coming up with fantastic and romantic ideas to woo you
but all of those are just his own imagination
he lets you go, as per requested by you
he can't help but think about what you and your lover would do if you ever met them again
perhaps he is deem to be always witnessing things that will never be his
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malleus doesn't even wait for you to say or do anything
you are immediately in his arms as he holds you tight, chanting out a strong and powerful spell to heal you
when you told him to stop and just let you die, he was confused
is this what humans say when they are bleeding heavily on the ground? because malleus doesn't plan to let you, his lover, to die within his watch
you could hear his heart breaking when you told him that you want to die so that you can be reunited with your lover
malleus's face morphed into sadness when he realised that he was not the one that you love
was it his destiny to always be lonely? because it seems like he is always alone, without anyone by his side
when he thought that he had found his eternity, which is you, you are suddenly begging him to just let you die?
malleus wants to be selfish, to just ignore your pleading and heal you with all his powers
but you had done so much for him... your weak pleas had broken his selfish desire
malleus is soft for you. he does what you want, even if it breaks him forever
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hoshinoyozora · 11 months
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Image popped into my head of Overblot!Malleus taking the sleeping F!MC, enchanting her into an Aurora-like dress and placing her in his room, him sitting on the bed while caressing her face and filling her dreams with such sweet dreams of them together, so she’ll never leave him and he can keep her happy while asleep. Think we could elaborate on that imagery?
— a/n: i actually had a similar idea like this in my drafts and i wanted to make it 18+ HAHAHA but since someone requested it, i will make it sfw hehe
— cw: female reader, spoilers for chapter 7(this was written before part 3 came out), malleus and reader have a crush on each other but they are not in a relationship, malleus overblots, he's a little yandere but it's only cuz of his overblotting, slight manipulation, a little angst, mentions of starting a family, sleeping in a dream, he makes you sleep everytime
ending was inspired by this tiktok video
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an unfamiliar feeling aroused in malleus’s chest when you told him that there might be a way to go back to your own world. “hm, it could be possible that the mirror is connected to the other world.” you cheered in joy upon hearing malleus's words, failing to notice a hint of darkness in his tone.
that night, malleus returns back to his room, a bitter taste was left in his mouth as he recalls bidding you goodnight with a smile on his face despite feeling the opposite.
it's like that time again, it's like the thorns of briar valley are squeezing my heart. i don't want her to leave. i don't want lilia to leave. i don't want to be alone. i don't want to be forgotten-
the rain pours heavily, the cries of thunder and lightning shook diasomnia as the dark fae wallows in his room. a sinister idea appeared in his mind, but he debated using it, thinking that it wouldn't do well.
it wasn't until silver tearfully confessed to him that he did not want lilia to leave. that was the final straw for malleus before he overblots, finally succumbing to the darkness and his desires.
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you flung open the entrance of ramshackle dorm, not bothering to close it as you rushed to diasomnia to attend lilia's farewell party. you had fell asleep on the couch, totally forgotten that today was lilia's last school of school. you could only hope that the old man wasn't too mad about you being late to his party.
as you stepped into diasomnia's territory, a chill ran down your spine as you noticed that the thorns were spreading, enveloping the sky and everything that it touches. you shrieked, thinking that it was going to attack you. however, the thorns maintained an arm distance from you. somehow, it managed to form a pathway that leads to the entrance of diasomnia.
was this part of the party's decoration? you thought, shrugging off the voice in your head that was telling you to run as you made your way to the entrance.
you stood in front of the double doors, hand pressing down at the door handle as the ominous feeling starts getting stronger and stronger. but that's just diasomnia, right? it has a gloomy and depressing atmosphere. you were so sure that lilia was going to pop out from somewhere and scare the living hell out of you once you open the door. however, the sight that greeted you was far from what you had expected.
the thorns formed a coffin shape, protecting whoever that was inside from harm. was that lilia, silver and sebek sleeping? but why? is this a prank?
you glance nervously around the surroundings, taking a step forward to wake up lilia, the main character of the day. this atmosphere is tensed, you didn't like it. it feels like something is caging you, ready to swallow you all. but most important of all, why does this feels so familiar?
"child of men, you are here." a familiar voice interrupts your train of thoughts as you whipped your body to the source, instantly wishing that you had never done so.
standing in front of you was malleus in his elegant form. elegant would have been the correct word if there wasn't any ink dripping around him. his left eye was engulfed in bright green flames. his horns were glowing with bright green stripes, just like his tail.
"is this your costume for the party?" you joked, trying to convince that this isn't real, trying to pretend that your crush did not just overblot, trying to tell yourself that everything it's okay, even though it's not. because you have 0 chance against malleus.
"oh my dear, i can assure you that it's not." you shivered at the pet name that he gives you. it was suppose to be romantic, but you can't help but feel that he has other intention towards you.
you didn't even notice that he was standing in front of you until his thumb and finger grasp on your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. it was then reality finally came crushing down on you as you realised that he had indeed overblot. you were too familiar with the tension around you, something that you could only feel whenever someone overblots. you had these experienced 6 times, the 7th time would still be the same.
panicking, you reached out to cup both of his cheeks with your hands. "please malleus, stop all of these. we can talk things out- just stop using your magic okay? please come back to me." malleus pays no attention to your words. the hand that was grasping onto your chin slowly travels up, caressing your lips that were wobbling before wiping off the tears that were cascading down your eyes. his free hand rest on your back, pulling you into his embrace as he attempts to calm you down.
even when malleus has lost his sanity, he still puts your happiness and comfort above everything else.
"are you scared? don't worry, i will make things right. you will never have to feel all this emotions again. sadness, anger, loneliness, you will never have to experience them again. all you will feel is happiness." he rest his forehead on yours, bright green eyes staring into yours.
"sweet dreams, my love."
before you could ask him what he mean, a wave of drowsiness hits you, causing you to struggle to stand up. malleus instantly swoops you up in a bridal style, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead as he watches you lose the battle with his magic, drifting into a peaceful slumber.
he carries you into his room, gently placing you on his bed, fingers snapping to change your clothes out to a simple white princess dress before tucking you in with those expensive silky blanket. he opts to sit beside you, caressing your face lovingly as he takes in your sleeping form. even when you are sleeping, you look ethereal to him.
the steady rhythm of your heartbeat sparks joy in malleus. it's a reminder that you are here beside him, forever.
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you were sitting in front of your lover, back leaning against his chest. his tone arms encases you in his embrace as he holds out a book, reading to you about the story of sleeping beauty.
the idea of being cursed to sleep at the young age of 16 had struck something foreign inside you. what was the word to describe this feeling again? for as long as you know, you have only been able to experience happiness. whatever that was not related to it. it's just not there.
"love, what are you thinking about hm?" malleus rest his chin on top of your head, eyes peering down to stare at your expression.
"home." the answer came out so sudden that it shocked the both of you. what were you saying? isn't your home with malleus? "should we start a family?" you added, thinking that it's time to progress your relationship with malleus.
"anything for you." with a snap of his finger, the book in his hands disappeared. he hugs you tightly, burrowing his nose to etch the smell of you into his brain. you thought that malleus was just being clingy, so you giggled and snuggled further into his embrace, failing to notice the dark gleam in his eyes that was glowing with bright green.
"but first, you should sleep for awhile. you haven't been sleeping well lately yes?" malleus suggested, covering your eyes with his big hand as he started humming out a familiar tune.
"hmmm? i guess so..." just like that, he manage to lull you back into sleep again.
malleus will keep you happy by his side, even if it means pouring more of his magic into you so that you can't forget about everything and everyone, except him.
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hoshinoyozora · 11 months
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The Queen
🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Riddle Rosehearts x Female! Reader
💛 Word Count: 0,7k+
❤ Warnings: -
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Idk much about Alice in Wonderland and I forgot about this part sorry so I decided to make it up instead lmao.
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The queen was a strong figure, both in chess and in real life.
She ruled the kingdom with an iron fist, oversaw the society with hawk eyes, and ordered the subjects with clear-cut words. People parted ways for her, and sometimes, some of them just had to topple over. Subtly or forcefully.
Just like your pawns right now, as Riddle secured yet another victory. Regardless of how small it was, it still brought him closer to your king.
And closer to your defeat.
“It seems that you’re not very adept in chess game, [Name].” he remarked, smirking. “Why don’t you save your energy and declare your loss instead? Trey is currently baking your favorite cake, and we can have a tea party to celebrate your obedience.”
You scowled, willing yourself to stay silent. You hated how he treated you like a child at best, and a prisoner at worst. Then again, Riddle was the Queen of Hearts; the leader of Wonderland. And you, an alien from The World Above. It was expected that you wouldn’t know about the rules of this world, just as you wouldn’t know about the Queen’s longing for affection. You would’ve thought of it as pathetic, if not for your own predicament.
Because it wasn’t enough that you fell into the rabbit hole, you had to fall into his arms too.
Despite what many people thought, including his closest aides, your ‘love’ story wasn’t romantic. Far from it, actually, and the ‘perks’ that came as his ‘King’ only served to tighten the collar on your neck.
The black queen stood two squares away from your white king, exactly on the black square. Yours was on the white one, cornered like your situation right now. Riddle had promised that he’d let you go if you won a match, but the skeptical part of you wondered if his subordinates would allow you to. During your short time here, you’d saved not only him from his own loneliness, but also the poor victims from his, sometimes unjustified, wrath. It wouldn’t be a surprise if they decided to use you as a shield even further by entrapping you here. This was a mad, mad world you lived in, and absolutely anything could happen.
You pushed the king to the side, trying to widen the gap between him and the queen. She moved one square forward, and you wondered why she wasn’t in your row already. Was he toying with you? Giving you an illusion of hope and security? This might just be the cruelest Riddle you’d ever seen, and you’d yet to witness his worst side if you tried to escape literally.
The king sidled to another square, and Riddle did the unexpected yet logical thing; he pushed one of his rooks to your rank.
You lost.
And an hour hadn’t even passed since you started the match. No matter what kind of plan you had, no matter what kind of move you’d take, the end result would still be the same anyway.
Your king would die on the battlefield.
“Go ahead. It’s your turn now.”
Always the stickler for rules, Riddle had yet to declare his victory. Regardless, it’d always been assured since the beginning. You were just prolonging the inevitable, grasping at the light at the end of the tunnel. Or hole.
Swallowing, you reluctantly pushed your last piece forward and watched as the queen brought him to his knees. Riddle’s calm yet smug ‘checkmate’ remained unheard in your shocked disbelief, and you wished for nothing more than to repeat the game over and over again. Was it possible to reverse the clock, when you could change your height to any size? There had to be a potion or a magic book somewhere.
But there was a limit to the Queen’s kindness, it seemed. Or, rather, his amusement. Just like the Chess King, the King of Hearts was fated to accompany his wife until the end of time.
And as Riddle claimed his prize by cradling your frozen self, it occurred to you how long the Queen of Hearts could live or if she was even capable of dying.
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hoshinoyozora · 1 year
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HIS COMPLETE DEVOTION: THE AFTERMATH. malleus draconia
Synopsis: A week after the spell incident, Lilia tells Malleus about all the things he's done to you when he lost his memory. Horrified at his actions, Malleus locks himself away in his room to brood.
Character/s: Malleus Draconia x GN! Reader
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Crack-Fluff, Malleus is really dramatic, Intense love, Lilia drags Malleus' ass, Lilia turns into his true form, Malleus has gargoyle bedsheets lol, Flustered Malleus, Malleus kneels for u
A/N: Might have went a little bit overboard here loll, I just read a bunch of sagau zhongli fics and it inspired me eheg
WordCount: 800+ | 💌Masterlist | PART I HERE
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Malleus Draconia was in love with you. There was no doubt regarding that.
Every bit of your affection, no matter how small or big makes Malleus melt. In the aftermath of your love, he has trouble keeping his heart still as it bounces and dances around his chest. His face blossoms a bright red and a wide silly smile remains on his face for hours, leaving his cheeks burning and strained.
The dragon fae always clung onto you, standing by your side like a devoted knight - so vigilant and attentive that it would put his own retainers to shame.
Though, why is it now that you find yourself eating lunch all alone, with your dragon nowhere to be found?
Well…after the incident last week, Malleus dared not to show his face to you.
Lilia had told him about everything that had transpired that day and oh, how he hated to hear about the sorrow of his cherished treasure. It trod on, tore at, and beat at his poor heart. Even more so once he found out he was the cause of your pain. Such an unpardonable act that Malleus, overcome with grief, shut himself in his room.
No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't visit him. Every time you entered the area around his room, a push of wind magic would always carry you away; it was gentle enough to never hurt you but firm enough to never let you get past.
After days of trying, you decided to simply give Malleus his space, hoping that he wasn't taking it too seriously…
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Guilt.
Such a twisted, dreadful feeling which gnawed at his bones and mauled his conscience.
Malleus sits in his bedroom, glaring down at his feet. After locking himself up, the young prince refused to speak to anyone and only came out when it was time for class.
When he was in school, he avoided you like the plague; immediately teleporting away as soon as he caught sight of your figure.
It was safe to say that he wasn't taking the situation so lightly and after a week of his dramatics and Sebek's mourning, Lilia eventually had to step in.
"No!" Malleus growls, tugging his gargoyle themed blanket away from Lilia's grasp and burying his head underneath it.
Lilia sighs and yanks it away from him once more, glaring at Malleus with a stern look. "Do you plan on going about the entire month sulking like this?"
"Yes. Yes I do." Malleus huffs, a puff of fire floating into the air before dissolving into ash and smoke. He turns his back to his guardian and shuts his eyes tight. "Leave."
Silence falls over the room as the two stay still. Lilia squints his eyes, slowly rolling the sleeves to his shirt up. His hair grows, draping over his shoulders and cascading down his back. Malleus turns to glance at him, eyes ripping wide open as he recognises Lilia in his true form.
"I may be old but that doesn't mean I've grown brittle." Lilia rushes forward, tackling Malleus in a vice grip. The dragon writhes in his arms but Lilia's hold doesn't falter one bit. He carries the wriggling fae out the dorm, along a path Malleus was all too familiar with.
"Now, let's go to that darling treasure of yours."
Despite Malleus' protests, the bat fae dragged the poor withered dragon all the way to your dorm.
Once they arrived, Lilia made sure to switch back to the form that you were familiar with.
Unsure of what to do with himself, Malleus stood uncomfortably behind him as the bat fae rapidly knocked on the old rickety wooden door.
There you appeared, disheveled and drowsy with Grim hanging off your shoulder. For the first time in weeks, Malleus' eyes fell upon your figure, and his heart hammered heavily in his chest. Lilia pushed him towards you. "Go on Malleus, I believe you wished to tell them something."
You looked up at him in anticipation, a bright smile on your face. With a trembling sigh, Malleus strode forward.
"I-I'm sorry." He dropped to his knees and bowed deeply, his head striking the ground hard. His shoulders were locked and tensed in a straight line, posture stiff and rigid.
"Malleus!" You gasped, rushing forward. Despite your hasty attempts to urge him to stand, he remained anchored to the ground like stone.
The dragon fae grabbed onto your ankles, his forehead pressed against your feet. "My treasure, I a-am so sorry."
"Oh Malleus, love, you're being a bit too dramatic. It's okay." You shushed him, stooping down to take him into your arms.
Almost immediately, he melts into your embrace, curling up against your chest. His head lay against your shoulder, an arm draped over his eyes. Apologies flowing out of his mouth in an uncommon display of vulnerability.
Sighing, you cast a glance at Lilia who only shrugged as if to say 'Well, he's your problem now.'
"I'll make it up to you." He whispers, throat burning after his numerous confession of guilt. You smiled, burying your face into his hair. "I know, Tsunotarou, I know."
" Though I must say…" You trailed off, and Malleus peered up at you, his eyes wide with curiosity. "That locket you had of me was really lovely."
Malleus coughed, his cheeks turning slightly red. "I hadn't intended for you to ever see it."
"Khee hee~ Ah yes, the locket." Lilia sniggered, grinning impishly. "Prefect, did you know he had a box of true gold specifically custom made for it?"
"Lilia."
"He was so protective of it, always growling if someone dared to touch what was his."
"Lilia, please."
"There was even an enchanted silk pillow! He would always place the box atop it. I'm quite sure both the box and the pillow were embedded with a protection spell.
"I beg of you, stop."
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hoshinoyozora · 1 year
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Fool in love
Malleus Draconia, the President of Briar Textiles, a textile and formal wear brand with a long and rich company history:
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Also him at home:
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Malleus "Top D" in the streets, Hornton "Bottom D" in the sheets.
Part of my President Malleus x Florist Yuu AU! You can read the original short drabble here.
Some additional details of the AU:
His heart-print necktie is a gift from you on your first dating monthsary. It was a sort of endearing joke on your part and you didn't actually expect him to wear it, but he loved it so much he makes sure to wear it at least twice a work week.
"Malleus, please stop wearing it!", "Why? It's a token of your affection for me, and I shall wear it proudly.", "You have a reputation to uphold!", "Well they should mind their own business, and if they are brave enough to mock me, then they should be equally brave to face the punishment that comes from crossing a person such as I."
You marry after a year of dating. He was actually preparing a grand proposal the following year, so he was so confused and shocked when you surprised him with a bouquet of flowers as you bent on your knees at GaoGaoland.
On the wedding day, his best man was his younger brother Silver, the ring bearer their cousin Sebek, the flower "girl" your cat Grim, and the officiator his adoptive father Lilia.
After marriage, you still find out things about him that surprise you in an endearing way. For one, he does not know how to drive; his brother or cousin escorted him to work everyday. Now that you're married though, that responsibility fell upon you and you gladly drop him off.
He makes sure to shamelessly hug and kiss you in front of his employees before letting you go.
He's surprisingly good at maintaining a work-life balance: he goes to work at 9am and asks you to close up shop to fetch him at exactly 6pm everyday. He cooks dinner with you as a form of bonding.
He doesn't work on weekends and makes sure to plan dates with you during those days; whether you prefer to go shopping at the department store, fly to another country on a whim, or just snuggle with some movies at home doesn't matter to him. He just likes spending time with you.
He's strict and a terrifyingly effective boss at work, yet he's a sweet (if not a bit clingy) husband at home. Others always get a whiplash seeing these complete opposite sides of him, but when asked which one is the real him, he just laughs and says both are genuinely him.
>> To be continued when I feel like it!
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hoshinoyozora · 1 year
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One of my favourite tropes in fics where Fem!Yuu/Reader is dating a Dorm Leader is that the whole dorm collectively think of Yuu/Reader as a sort of second in command.
Like the second she/you enters a dorm, she’s/you’re given the princess treatment because that’s the Dorm Leader’s important person (and because they really like her/you as well) - and I bet that the majority of the dorm have cute little puppy crushes on her/you as well. Whenever there’s a problem involving their leader or they can’t tell the leader for some reason, the first person they think of is Yuu/you (hah).
I especially love it when Yuu/Reader is the Persephone to Ignihyde’s Hades. These technology obsessed shut-ins practically worship the ground she walks on. Whenever they’re left to their own devices, Ignihyde is as dark and dreary as the Underworld but the moment she enters it’s like they’re being graced by some sort of celestial being.
I also love it when Yuu/Reader basically has full command of the entire deck of card soldiers or herd of beastmen or basically an army of powerful magic users from any dorm who are more than reader to be her/your personal body guards
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hoshinoyozora · 1 year
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TWST - Malleus and Wisterias
@ventique18​ (I’ve already written about it in the comments of a post, but I thought it too good to not make a post on its own)
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Wisterias in Japan mean “kindness/gentleness (優しさ)”, “I will never be separated from you (決して離れない)”, “drunk with (romantic) love (恋に酔う)”, and “good guest/visitor (佳客)”; “steadfast (in the loyal and determined sense) (忠実な, しっかりした)” in the West and “welcome (歓迎)” for both.
Either way, that flower perfectly shows who Malleus is and what he wants. His only desire is to be welcomed kindly by the people around him and when he cares about someone, he gives all of himself to the latter (Lilia and Yuu), maybe to the sad, unhealthy degree (drunkenness) where he clings to that person in the hope of never being separated from them.
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