hybianyll

[hybianyll]

☆ — Late Night Rendezvous

Author's note: I've subjected myself to such degeneracy with @dirigerex as my accomplice... sighs and shakes head.

Warnings: smut; gender neutral reader; kinda subby idia and dom reader; no penetration yet; you give idia head; voyeurism if you squint

It was always like this; you, an outworlder, would spend nights and nights visiting the housewarden of Ignihyde as a getaway from every other individual you'd love time away from. Basking in his presence in the comforting silence he offered, with no words exchanged, yet acknowledged, that's what made you love it.

"...Idia." The saccharine voice of reasoning quietly flows through the wind. The source? You. Against the window sill, you rest upon the structure, leering at the man's head beaming with fire. The unpleasant expression of yours contorts, letting a sigh slip out before you leave your dusty yet comfortable resting place.

In a moment's passing, you turn to remember the open window. People shouldn't be seeing private business such as this. However then, an idea miraculously comes through your airheaded mind. 'But, why not,' You conjure an idea, 'let them see.' you finish. It is at the day's end, almost no one could possibly see, anyway.

Strutting over to the chair your love rests in, a mischievous smile stays in its rightful place. It sickens me, how sweet you two are. "Oh, Idia. Sweet, sweet Idia Shroud—" You throw your arms around his neck while his back faces you, pressing against your chest. A hand, belonging to yours only, snakes around his jaw. "little shroud boy, won't you come and look at me?" The bright blue flames of his turn bright pink at the tips of his hair. And so he does, in a sheepish, flustered manner.

"...Yes." A hushed voice cuts through the silence. Almost too quiet, you'd say. You would have missed it if you weren't listening intently. In a panic, his eyes rummage around—the slight dust around his room was suddenly made of interest; he looks anywhere, everywhere, but at you(You notice, and you refuse to take it, and you have your ways). Oh, poor you. He simply wouldn't give you the satisfaction of it.

You clicked your tongue in response to the Shroud boy's inconsistency. 'Look where you will, most importantly, look at me.'

You rip yourself away from him, only to shift to somewhere else... more 'private and intimate'.

Ah, yes, under his desk, under where he keeps all his little computers, the games that he comes off to be so obsessed with. This time, he will pay the penalty of ignoring you for his games, as you wallow in your own loneliness. At first, you paid no mind to it, really. Basking in his presence is something you do often in the midst of your free time. As endearing as it was, you still needed entertainment.

So, when you want something, act on it. And so you do, kneeling under his desk(It looked to be expensive. An observation was made—it was expensive, so you fall back on the idea of accidentally breaking it; being dirt poor and all), and in between his legs.

Not too long ago, Idia had taken notice of your distaste, even with that sweet smile painted on your face. He doesn't miss the look you give him, an ask for consent, before attempting anything. And he gives you what you plead for.

"Go on, play with the little games you're so fond of." You don't break eye contact with him(lest he will ignore you once again, yet it is quite the contrary) as your hands made its way through his pants with such precision as if it were a practiced song and dance. He doesn't possess a belt no, so it was easy to just unzip it and slip it off of him just under his bent knees.

The next challenge—the only barrier, a thin piece of fabric, left separating you from his dripping shaft—his underwear. You take notice of the small wet patch in front of you, and how it was subtly throbbing. An idea passes through you, leaving you in a state of contemplation. A thong would look good on him, much more, a black lingerie. Idia finds it hard to focus, he's on edge, with all his other senses heightened. Though even so, he focuses on the victory he's about to take. Entranced, you were, staring at it for a minute or so, before so suddenly pressing your cheek against it, nestling yourself against him before you suddenly(again) rip the underwear off of him. The man on the opposing side let out a slight gasp, hissing in response to the cold wind that hit his cock.

"Ah," He lets out, accidentally, and without the intent to start a conversation as he burns up more. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought of it as a high fever. "Be nice, plea--" As if he were a kicked puppy, he pleads, he pleads as if it were for his life, he didn't have much time to finish his desperate pleas before you shoved his cock inside your mouth though—letting out a moan instead.

"Focus on what's in front of you, Idia."

With a grunt of abidance, he shook his head, having to bear just sitting around and just moving the keys of his computer.

While he does as he's told, you take all of him at once. Big, thick, and long, but that doesn't stop you from sucking him off like you haven't had access to any drink for years. On the way to fully taking him in, it's inevitable that you gag and choke on his tip, flexing your tight, wet throat around him. Good, it made him shudder and lose control over his keyboard. You wouldn't have it any other way. You won't.

Cold wind blew in the dark and dreary room, dimly lit by none other than the computer of the weak-willed housewarden of Ignihyde. It gave benefit, considering you were placed in a secluded place with little to no ventilation. In the midst of your thoughts, you don't stop memorizing every vein, drooling at the moment, licking and sucking away at his cock.

Idia let out a string of muffled moans, you'd like to think it's because his mic was left open for the world to hear. After all, he wasn't so quiet in that game match earlier when he was oh so sadly ignoring you. The Shroud boy, in a delirium, takes small, quick glances down to you. Seeing your pretty lips wrapped around his dick, worshipping it as you had nothing better to do, striked arousal down to his core as he hardened even more. His love doesn't seem to miss the way it grew slightly larger than usual.

Maybe you should've closed the window and curtain for prying eyes to feast on another eye candy that wasn't Idia. Well, that's too late now. For good measure, you spread his legs even wider with a touch of affection. "Don't be too loud, wouldn't want your dear juniors to know that their housewarden is so much more of a degenerate than they thought, would we?"

Batting your eyelashes on him, your eyes shifts to represent a crescent moon. You felt him twitch. He's close—you know. And you don't plan on giving him any mercy just yet. A knowing look was sent to Idia' face, resulting in a groan.

Just at the last second before he comes, you pull away in spite. He was so, so close. But you had to take that away from him. 'Pathetic, you look so good right now.' Whining, he moans out your name as he loses focus on his match once again.

"F-ffuck, [Name]. Please." Oh? Now, he's begging for his release. How low, how pathetic. But it's just the way you'd like it.

You give him another look, "Please, [Name]. I," and he chokes as he begs, "I'm sorr- I won't ignore you again, please!" more, more and more. Oh, he's so desperate. We all know, such a degenerate he is like this. So pathetic, so... endearing.

So you finally give him the reward he wants. Slowly, your prying hands finds its way back onto the base of his cock, going back and forth on fondling his balls and the base. You give it a few seconds before returning with your mouth latched onto his shaft. 'Don't stop,' You hear him gasp as his breathing grows more ragged and hitched. The Shroud boy could as well be a tomato mascot by now.

And so you don't stop, you give him the leisure and release he wanted so badly. Oh, you're so lenient, it's gracious of you to be so kind.

Along with many loud moans. White strings of cum spurt out of his tip, bucking his hips against your face as he pulls on your hair, emptying himself down your throat, milking him for everything he's worth. An iota had spilled from your mouth, down to your cheeks, streaming down your chest. He had already come, yet the grip you've had on his hips turn into a vice-like one. It's so, very obvious by now, that you won't stop until you yourself are satisfied. Idia's eyes finally open to realize that, and he throws his head back on the chair, having spent the very last of his remaining energy, and in submission as the screen reveals a 'Game Over'.

A/N: Have you noticed how this is my first time writing this kind of genre?

[hybianyll]

☆ — Late Night Rendezvous

Author's note: I've subjected myself to such degeneracy with @dirigerex as my accomplice... sighs and shakes head.

Warnings: smut; gender neutral reader; kinda subby idia and dom reader; no penetration yet; you give idia head; voyeurism if you squint

It was always like this; you, an outworlder, would spend nights and nights visiting the housewarden of Ignihyde as a getaway from every other individual you'd love time away from. Basking in his presence in the comforting silence he offered, with no words exchanged, yet acknowledged, that's what made you love it.

"...Idia." The saccharine voice of reasoning quietly flows through the wind. The source? You. Against the window sill, you rest upon the structure, leering at the man's head beaming with fire. The unpleasant expression of yours contorts, letting a sigh slip out before you leave your dusty yet comfortable resting place.

In a moment's passing, you turn to remember the open window. People shouldn't be seeing private business such as this. However then, an idea miraculously comes through your airheaded mind. 'But, why not,' You conjure an idea, 'let them see.' you finish. It is at the day's end, almost no one could possibly see, anyway.

Strutting over to the chair your love rests in, a mischievous smile stays in its rightful place. It sickens me, how sweet you two are. "Oh, Idia. Sweet, sweet Idia Shroud—" You throw your arms around his neck while his back faces you, pressing against your chest. A hand, belonging to yours only, snakes around his jaw. "little shroud boy, won't you come and look at me?" The bright blue flames of his turn bright pink at the tips of his hair. And so he does, in a sheepish, flustered manner.

"...Yes." A hushed voice cuts through the silence. Almost too quiet, you'd say. You would have missed it if you weren't listening intently. In a panic, his eyes rummage around—the slight dust around his room was suddenly made of interest; he looks anywhere, everywhere, but at you(You notice, and you refuse to take it, and you have your ways). Oh, poor you. He simply wouldn't give you the satisfaction of it.

You clicked your tongue in response to the Shroud boy's inconsistency. 'Look where you will, most importantly, look at me.'

You rip yourself away from him, only to shift to somewhere else... more 'private and intimate'.

Ah, yes, under his desk, under where he keeps all his little computers, the games that he comes off to be so obsessed with. This time, he will pay the penalty of ignoring you for his games, as you wallow in your own loneliness. At first, you paid no mind to it, really. Basking in his presence is something you do often in the midst of your free time. As endearing as it was, you still needed entertainment.

So, when you want something, act on it. And so you do, kneeling under his desk(It looked to be expensive. An observation was made—it was expensive, so you fall back on the idea of accidentally breaking it; being dirt poor and all), and in between his legs.

Not too long ago, Idia had taken notice of your distaste, even with that sweet smile painted on your face. He doesn't miss the look you give him, an ask for consent, before attempting anything. And he gives you what you plead for.

"Go on, play with the little games you're so fond of." You don't break eye contact with him(lest he will ignore you once again, yet it is quite the contrary) as your hands made its way through his pants with such precision as if it were a practiced song and dance. He doesn't possess a belt no, so it was easy to just unzip it and slip it off of him just under his bent knees.

The next challenge—the only barrier, a thin piece of fabric, left separating you from his dripping shaft—his underwear. You take notice of the small wet patch in front of you, and how it was subtly throbbing. An idea passes through you, leaving you in a state of contemplation. A thong would look good on him, much more, a black lingerie. Idia finds it hard to focus, he's on edge, with all his other senses heightened. Though even so, he focuses on the victory he's about to take. Entranced, you were, staring at it for a minute or so, before so suddenly pressing your cheek against it, nestling yourself against him before you suddenly(again) rip the underwear off of him. The man on the opposing side let out a slight gasp, hissing in response to the cold wind that hit his cock.

"Ah," He lets out, accidentally, and without the intent to start a conversation as he burns up more. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought of it as a high fever. "Be nice, plea--" As if he were a kicked puppy, he pleads, he pleads as if it were for his life, he didn't have much time to finish his desperate pleas before you shoved his cock inside your mouth though—letting out a moan instead.

"Focus on what's in front of you, Idia."

With a grunt of abidance, he shook his head, having to bear just sitting around and just moving the keys of his computer.

While he does as he's told, you take all of him at once. Big, thick, and long, but that doesn't stop you from sucking him off like you haven't had access to any drink for years. On the way to fully taking him in, it's inevitable that you gag and choke on his tip, flexing your tight, wet throat around him. Good, it made him shudder and lose control over his keyboard. You wouldn't have it any other way. You won't.

Cold wind blew in the dark and dreary room, dimly lit by none other than the computer of the weak-willed housewarden of Ignihyde. It gave benefit, considering you were placed in a secluded place with little to no ventilation. In the midst of your thoughts, you don't stop memorizing every vein, drooling at the moment, licking and sucking away at his cock.

Idia let out a string of muffled moans, you'd like to think it's because his mic was left open for the world to hear. After all, he wasn't so quiet in that game match earlier when he was oh so sadly ignoring you. The Shroud boy, in a delirium, takes small, quick glances down to you. Seeing your pretty lips wrapped around his dick, worshipping it as you had nothing better to do, striked arousal down to his core as he hardened even more. His love doesn't seem to miss the way it grew slightly larger than usual.

Maybe you should've closed the window and curtain for prying eyes to feast on another eye candy that wasn't Idia. Well, that's too late now. For good measure, you spread his legs even wider with a touch of affection. "Don't be too loud, wouldn't want your dear juniors to know that their housewarden is so much more of a degenerate than they thought, would we?"

Batting your eyelashes on him, your eyes shifts to represent a crescent moon. You felt him twitch. He's close—you know. And you don't plan on giving him any mercy just yet. A knowing look was sent to Idia' face, resulting in a groan.

Just at the last second before he comes, you pull away in spite. He was so, so close. But you had to take that away from him. 'Pathetic, you look so good right now.' Whining, he moans out your name as he loses focus on his match once again.

"F-ffuck, [Name]. Please." Oh? Now, he's begging for his release. How low, how pathetic. But it's just the way you'd like it.

You give him another look, "Please, [Name]. I," and he chokes as he begs, "I'm sorr- I won't ignore you again, please!" more, more and more. Oh, he's so desperate. We all know, such a degenerate he is like this. So pathetic, so... endearing.

So you finally give him the reward he wants. Slowly, your prying hands finds its way back onto the base of his cock, going back and forth on fondling his balls and the base. You give it a few seconds before returning with your mouth latched onto his shaft. 'Don't stop,' You hear him gasp as his breathing grows more ragged and hitched. The Shroud boy could as well be a tomato mascot by now.

And so you don't stop, you give him the leisure and release he wanted so badly. Oh, you're so lenient, it's gracious of you to be so kind.

Along with many loud moans. White strings of cum spurt out of his tip, bucking his hips against your face as he pulls on your hair, emptying himself down your throat, milking him for everything he's worth. An iota had spilled from your mouth, down to your cheeks, streaming down your chest. He had already come, yet the grip you've had on his hips turn into a vice-like one. It's so, very obvious by now, that you won't stop until you yourself are satisfied. Idia's eyes finally open to realize that, and he throws his head back on the chair, having spent the very last of his remaining energy, and in submission as the screen reveals a 'Game Over'.

A/N: Have you noticed how this is my first time writing this kind of genre?

[hybianyll]

Will.. um.. Flower for my Moon be continued.. 👉👈

I'm quite surprised someone still remembers Flowers for My Moon🥹 So, yes, I will be continuing it!

[hybianyll]

☆ — "You Give Me a Reason to Love"

Author's note: special mention to @dirigerex because she told me to do this😛 Might be out of character, I apologize for that. (Please don't burn me on a stake for it)

"You Give Me a Reason to Love"

"Idia." The condescending tone emanates from another NRC student, you, who was laying on the bed with your head resting on your hands, staring at the cause of growing agitation, expressing a certain feeling of irritation.

In result of your tone of voice, the other lets out a low shriek as he looks at you. How... ill mannered. Having your partner wait for you to finish playing these dastardly games isn't an ideal, moreso telling them you only required five mere minutes when an hour had passed. "[Name]-" Letting out a string of excuses, he finds trouble, stammering in the presence of an annoyed lover. "I swear! I'll stop after a few more minutes." Excuses, excuses.

Here, my friend is struggling with having this so-called lover of theirs. Ah, gentlemen, you know them! The one who would always yap about how much they love him, how much they obsess over the person who I think would look bald if water was poured over him. Though, in the end, become slowly irritated with his neglect. This dear friend of mine, [Name] Di Pinili— I jest. [Full name], Idia's lover, the one who would, unironically, take him as their husband.

"Ha-Ha-Ha!" You'll laugh, but let's all be honest here. Everyone hates sappy, cheesy, romantic moments until they're the one in the moment. With the lights scarce, the only source of light being the gentle glow of the moonlight seeping through the gaps of doors and windows, spilling on the face of your beloved. How could you not love them more? Only a true stupid fool would not. That, of course, is neither the two of you, albeit Idia's unintentional neglect towards you.

Wow, I think Idia's hair is thin. Do you know what else is thin? [Name]'s patience. So, of course, with your patience growing thin, you have had enough of it, deciding to take matters in your own hands. Slipping off the bed, [Name] grabs a pillow as they tread over to the older Shroud. Now, I realize how their name would be like if their last name were to be Shroud— [Name] Shroud. Err, no comment. They click their tongue in annoyance as their hands reach up to his face, gently forcing him to look at them, "Pretty boy, come to bed, will you?" With a pleading look, they try their best to coax Idia out of his chair. How cheesy!

"Uh, uhuh, uhm." The other, struggling to find proper words, unknowingly agrees out of nervosity. And with just that, [Name] reaches out to his hands, pulling him to the bed. Idia loses his balance, toppling over and forcing him to fall on top of you. So-so suddenly, his hair bursts into a bright pink hue as a shriek emits from his throat. You might as well mistake him for a flaming red tomato at this point. But still, even if he were a tomato, you would love him still more. Finally, your patience was longer than before. Having him all to yourself made you burst with joy, mischievously snickering as you clung on to him.

Now, they notice Idia. [Name] notices as if he were a metal bar. So stiff, it's like they were hugging those metal poles you see outside. Nevertheless, of course, they would still love him. When will it ever end? Never, I suppose. So now, Idia is saying something. Something about being sorry for neglecting them. Nervously, his face subtly distorts as his futile attempts at avoiding your gaze do not work. Not negatively, though not positively, neither.

The dimly lit room heavily relies on just the moonlight seeping through and the bright light of his computer. Again, the moonlight seeps through. The lighting is the same— The only difference is that it spills both on the sappy protagonists. "I'm sorry for neglecting you— I promise I was just about to come with you. I hope you know how much I appreciate you, [Name]. I just- don't know how to properly show it. I love you a lot! You give me a reason to love. I don't want us to end, ever. Please don't leave me."

You have a slight feeling he doesn't want to do this. But his actions prove otherwise. Slowly, his eyes close, and his face inches slowly closer to yours, softly pressing his lips against yours. 'Is this really Idia?', you thought.

A/N: I made this at like 12 AM

[hybianyll]

☆ — SAMPLE / Y.A.E.A.T.D.I.L.Y. !!

Author's note: HELLAURR!! It's me again😛😛😛 I'm back... but with a sample! The Ciel here is an oc of mine, and Vorago Reizer is an oc of a friend special mention @dirigerex 😛😛😛 Voraciel 2025. Anyway, the song here is Ere by Juan Karlos. Happy new year!! I'll actually cry if no one reads this

"Y.A.E.A.T.D.I.L.Y."

Your cold hands contrast to my warm ones, refusing to even spare me a glance while my eyes are solely focused on yours.

"Vorago!" The voice of a reckless 17 year old Ciel Fabian cries out in fervor.

Around the dimly lit campus, Ciel's treasure, one who they considered their world, refused to even spare them a glance. An evident act of coldness was enough to guarantee them rejection. The bright smile slightly wavered in silent defeat, the grip they had on his hand tightened, yet this wasn't enough to stop them— it isn't enough to have them give up; they were determined to gain his trust back.

"Hanggang kailan?" They suddenly spoke up, the result of seemingly find the courage to, "How long will you continue to ignore me?" yet the other, not so much, but enough to twist his head the other way. The other's action made Ciel frantic, immediately apologizing with genuine emotion, making a great effort to even suggest a way to compensate him. Oh, how sorry I feel for the little rat. This is just depressing, even for I, who has not a name. The melancholy that was once evident in their eyes were replaced with a jovial one as a new idea was introduced in their mind.

Opening their mouth to speak, a hand of theirs reached up to his face, handling him with gentleness and treating him like porcelain. "I apologize for sounding passive aggressive, I'll make it up to you, I promise. Let's go to a park, it will be fun!" They suggested. What a waste of time for someone who refuses to make an effort as much as to look at what you truly are and what you have to offer for them. Either way, I don't think our depressing little rat could ever have the right mind to realize such a simple thing as this as they took the initiative, interlocking their hands with his; dragging him along, a stubborn head with a headstrong idea of a date to compensate.

Sand cascaded from the hourglass, it certainly wasn't long before they arrived at the park. Of course it wouldn't take long. To be fair, they commuted. Ciel felt joy, though it was weirdly discomforting. "I have a surprise for you." They spoke aloud, accidentally without the intent of starting a conversation. One they were sure he wouldn't reply to. Although it was alright. They loved spending time with him, albeit his silence. Fabian only saw this as his way of torturing them, they hated it, but they still choose to be with him. After all, they just loved him too much, they could forgive him. After all, it wouldn't compare to blatantly crashing out and losing him. Just how stupid will they get?

Since they arrived, both received weird glances from few strangers. A few strangers were there as most have already left, choosing to spend time with their families in the night. He showed what seemed to be a form of unwillingness, but Ciel was present to encourage him, and they clearly weren't going to leave him disheartened. Ciel could live right by persecuting those who refuse him of acknowledgement and respect, and dying in his arms solemnly with their dignity intact. They wouldn't care of whatever some strangers had to judge, but for Vorago, they would willingly defend him past an extent.

Dragging him from left to right, here and there, they finally found a spot they could stay in a while. The moon was breathtaking, it shone brighter than any other night— Giving them the idea to dance with him under the moon. With fervor and passion, hand in hand, Ciel was yet to release him from their hands. "Don't look at me with those eyes, I give in to every word you say." The two going along with the slowly swaying trees in tandem with the gentle flow of the cold wind. Still, his eyes avoid Ciel's. His eyes bore full of ice-like coldness, while theirs were full of warm affection. This is sad, this was truly depressing. "I've left you breathless, haven't I?" A joke, only.

After what felt like hours, they finally go home, opting to let him stay over for the night. Ciel opens the door to their dorm, revealing a pitch dark abode beyond the doorway, revealing him leaning on them as they held him from the open door. It seemed like he was tired, and so was Ciel. They didn't know how he felt, it didn't show, but this was enough.

Treading over to their bed, they almost tripped and flopped on their face for a few times due to the iota of light, and also due to the messy place, with countless things scattered around. Time is ticking, it's passing by fast, they realize. Gently handling him, they finally set him down. They wouldn't forgive themselves if they ever hurt him. Holding up a lighter, Ciel lights up a few candles. A broke student who recklessly loves someone, they make me laugh in disgust. Still, they have so much patience, so much as to loving someone who would not even spare them a glance.

Their guitar was something they treasured a lot, it held sentimental value to them, as well as music itself. They would consider it their heart. A jest, they say. But they would willingly let him smash it to pieces, or destroy it if he ever wished for them to do so. So, they grasp their guitar. Under the dimly lit candles, it shows a red black fading to dark red colored guitar. It bounced off the candles' light. Solemnly, they position their guitar with the intent of playing a song for him. Ciel would play a song for him, while continously bantering with him. This was a practiced song and dance, Ciel never did this for anyone else.

"Lahat ng pagmamahal

At oras na aking binigay

Parang 'di mo pansin

Ang sama ko sa 'yong paningin"

With a weak voice, they attempt at it, refusing to give it up. I never want to lose you. I've done a lot for you to go back. Even so, I would refuse to give you up. Let my heart hurt still more if you so please, but never leave me.

"Oh, 'di ba? Nakakaputang ina.

Tayo'y lumilipad, at ako'y iniwan mo.

Oh, 'di ba? Pinagmukha mo 'kong tanga.

Tayo'y lumilipad, at ako'y iniwan mo."

I wish you could've told me about it. I would've apologized immediately, I miss us.

"'Di mo agad sinabi.

Na may duda na sa 'yong isip (duda, duda).

Pinalalim mo pa.

Ang sugat dito sa aking dibdib.

Oh, shit."

I miss our harmless, friendly banters. I'm sorry I crossed the line.

"Hmm, 'di ba? Nakakaputang ina.

Tayo'y lumilipad, at ako'y iniwan mo.

Oh, 'di ba? Pinagmukha mo 'kong tanga.

Tayo'y lumilipad, at ako'y iniwan mo."

It hurts so much to even think of it. Please don't ignore me, I'm begging you to talk to me. Even a word, I will accept.

"Sa ere, ere, ere.

At ako'y iniwan mo.

Sa ere, ere, oh, ere, ooh-ooh.

At ako'y iniwan mo, ooh, ooh, ooh."

You left me, but I'm willing to forgive you. I'll wait for as long as you want me to.

"Tatlong bilyon, ikaw lang nga ang aking gusto.

Pasensiya na kung ngayon ako'y 'di para sa 'yo.

Tayo ay papunta na sa 'ting bagong yugto.

'Yokong mabuhay sa isang mundong walang tayo."

At this point, I'm hysterically sobbing. Totoo, tatlong bilyon, ikaw lang nga ang aking gusto. I love you so much, and I miss you so much. Even so much as a glance at my way, I will accept from you. You're the only person I ever want, and I never want to live in a world without you.

"'Di ba? Nakakaputang ina.

Tayo'y lumilipad, at ako'y iniwan mo.

Oh, 'di ba? 'Di ba? 'Di ba? Pinagmukha mo 'kong tanga.

Tayo'y lumilipad, at ako'y iniwan mo.

Sa ere, ere, ere (oh, 'di ba? Nakakaputang ina).

(Tayo'y lumilipad) at ako'y iniwan mo.

Sa ere, ere, oh, ere (oh, 'di ba? Pinagmukha mo 'kong tanga).

(Tayo'y lumilipad) at ako'y iniwan mo.

"Oh, 'di ba? Nakakaputang ina.

Tayo'y lumilipad, at ako'y iniwan mo pa.

'Di ba? Ginawa mo pa akong tanga.

Tayo'y lumilipad, at ako'y iniwan mo, hmm."

"You're as ethereal as the day I lost you. For days, weeks maybe, I was looking everywhere for you after our last interaction that I crossed a line I never should have. I feared I've done something I will soon regret, and I did. After days, I've finally found you. I've left you breathless in a lake, it seemed. Under the gentle glow of the moonlight, under the pale white moon, you took my breath away. For every step I took, I realize how much I've taken you for granted. Vorago, I don't think you understand how much I love you, I've said this countless times before, but never in your presence— Gusto kita, Vorago Reizer. Never will I ever again repeat the mistake of causing you agony. I love you; I'm sorry, I truly am." With a final speech, their lips softly pressed against his own as a tear slowly cascaded from Ciel's left eye.

Your cold hands contrast to my warm ones, refusing to even spare me a glance while my eyes are solely focused on yours.

Translation:

Hanggang kailan = How long?

Totoo = it's true

Gusto kita = I like you/I love you

All the love

And time that I gave

It seems that you do not notice

I'm bad in your eyes

Hmm, hmm

Oh, right? It's so fucked up

We were flying, and you left me

Oh, right? You made me look like a fool

We were flying, and you left me

You didn't say immediately

That there was doubt in your mind (doubt, doubt)

You even made it deeper

The wound here in my chest

Oh, shit

Oh, right? It's so fucked up

We were flying, and you left me

Oh, right? You made me look like a fool

We were flying, and you left me

In the air, air, air

And you left me

In the air, air, oh, air, ooh-ooh

And you left me, ooh, ooh, ooh

Out of three billion, you are all that I want

I'm sorry if I am not for you right now

We are now on our way to a new chapter

I do not want to live in a world where 'us' do not exist

Out of three billion, you are all that I want

I'm sorry if I am not for you right now

We are now on our way to a new chapter

I do not want to live in a world where 'us' do not exist

Oh, right? It's so fucked up

We were flying, and you left me

Oh, isn't it? 'Isn't it? 'Isn't it? You made me look stupid

We were flying, and you left me

In the air, air, air (oh, right? It's so fucked up)

We were flying, and you left me

In the air, air, oh, air (Oh, right? You made me look like a fool)

We were flying, and you left me

Oh, right? It's so fucked up

We were flying, and you still left me

Right? You made a fool out of me

We were flying, and you left me

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this.

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Hello, welcome. Ciel, at your service. I'm 15, and my favorite author is Dostoevsky; my favorite book of his is Notes from Underground. I used to be a campus journalist; placing mostly 1st and 2nd. I'm Filipino. I like Twisted Wonderland; IDV; Homicipher; CRK; Mashle. I'm also broke. I have Twitter/X, and I might consider AO3. I use any pronouns, and I'm unlabeled. I love Jekyll and Hyde(MazM, book, and the musicals)😛 I do writing commissions, and I dream of being a mortician one day

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“Flowers for my Moon.”

Classmate!Scaramouche x GN!Reader

Angst

——CHAPTER 1——

"What's with that weird face? I said move."

"...Ha?" After 30 seconds, you've finally spoken. You couldn't say anything else, you found it unbelievable, but it was expected. He treated you like how he treated everyone else. You aren't special, nor do you stand out to him. You really thought he wanted to talk to you, but he just told you to leave. It was clear that you don't mean anything to him, but you were more than happy to change that! You would even wait years for him, just to be your friend.

"You heard me, I'm not going to repeat myself for the third time." He crossed his arms, slowly getting pissed off.

"Ah, r-right! Sorry—" As you were about to stand up, you tripped on the chair, causing you to fall back with the chair. 'Gah! What the hell...' You thought, too busy freaking out that you didn't notice the chair falling on top of you. "Ow..." You wanted to scream so bad. You've already embarassed yourself in front of him... three times! You wanted to scold yourself, berate yourself to death. But all your focus shifted to the pain the heavy chair caused you.

The chairs at your school weren't light, but it was still enough for it to fall on you, enough for it to hit your stomach. It basically felt like you got punched at the gut. You winced in pain as tears pricked your eyes, threatening to fall out. You couldn't help it, it hurt so bad. But he didn't even care, all he did was look at you weirdly.

Scaramouche tsked, then he proceeded to call you pathetic, additionally telling you to just get out of his sight. But then, he held out his hand, you were about to hold out your hand too and take his hand, but... As it turns out, he was actually going for the chair. You didn't think he really wanted to help you out, right? He didn't even spare you a glance, he just propped up his chair to sit on.

'I could be his chair too ykyk' You joked around in your mind, leading you to reveal a grin. At least he spared you a glance now. Even though he just looked at you weirdly.

Although all that he did was glance at you weirdly, your smile didn't cease to exist, but it sort of switched from a bright smile to a half broken one because of the sudden pain hitting you like a brick. Must be a sign! A sign for you to continue bugging him until he becomes your friend.

Eventually, the pain ceased to exist, and you went back to your seat— Which was beside the chair behind him, at the last row. You sighed, disappointed in your recent interaction with him. Though you weren't quick to give up. Of course you won't give up, he's the love of your life, and you're greatly dedicated to court him. You question yourself: 'Why do I love him? That him is a someone who doesn't even want to talk to me.' However, you still love him and treat him as if he would do the same for you. You really do not know why you love him and continue to strive for his love.

Another five minutes quickly passed because of your thoughts. Students scattered across the room, others set their bag down and conversed with their friends, urging you to at least talk to someone. You decide to talk to someone, to your only friend, Nilou. Walking to her seat placement, you were about to talk to her and strike up a coversation, but she lightly turned you down, saying that she was talking to someone else and that she'd talk to you in a minute. That one minute turned to 10 minutes, and you just stood there with a sheepish look on your face. You didn't mind though, knowing and understanding that she was busy. 'I can't just ruin or waste her time, she's busy. I guess I'll either just go back to my seat or wait until she's done.' You thought of it, and you chose the second option. She was your only friend, so she was the only person you could talk to or trust.

And then another minute passed. It's now 6:48 AM. Nilou finally walked up to you, greeting you with the warm smile you always seemed to love. That warm smile never failed to give you the urge to smile back. You see, you never really liked to talk to your classmates or anyone in your school, per se; it was because their personalities were quite... troublesome. Nilou was the first person to approach you with a smile, she was the first person to strike up a conversation with you that didn't make you feel uncomfortable. All your other schoolmates were... Let's just say that they were mind boggling. They kept giving you dirty looks, kept talking behind your back and laughing at you for no reason. You were sure that you made yourself presentable on the first day— Not that you were looking bad every school day. You've had your ups and downs, and Nilou was always there for you.

Speaking about Nilou, she's a part of the student council. You heard it from someone. It's no surprise, actually. Her aura is welcoming and kind, her personality was something to be proud of, the way she speaks to anyone, the way she acts, everything about her seems to be likeable. She was popular, and you were not. But of course, that didn't stop you from staying friends with her!

After greeting you with a warm smile, she striked up a conversation, she was even apologizing for taking so long before talking to you. You said you didn't mind and understood, which she appreciated. After that, both of you just talked about your interests. Her elegant way of being able to hold a conversation was amazing, it really did amaze you. Not to mention that she was great at keeping secrets, she knew you had feelings for Scaramouche and she kept it hidden. She had no feelings for him or whatsoever, he was just a mere acquaintance to her, so you needn't worry.

Your whole conversation with Nilou was about Scaramouche. You kept gushing about him, and she listened. You kept telling her how much you loved him! Of course, you didn't say it too loud. You didn't forget that he was still in the classroom.

Time passed, it was now 6:55 AM. You had just finished conversing with your friend, she went back to her seat to prepare her things for the upcoming first class of the day. She excused herself while you fixed up your things and bringing out your notebooks to take notes.

Throughout the first period, you had noticed that Scaramouche kept taking quick glances at you. Those quick glances didn't look like he was giving you a death stare for what happened. It didn't look like he wanted to kill you, he just had his usual scowl on his face. But it was sort of different this time. His expression was unusually softer than it usually is, despite his expression still being a scowl.

As he was opening his mouth to call out yout name, his attention shifted to something else, which was a girl. You recognized her, she looked pretty. Her hair was long, and she put it up into a ponytail. There was something off about her smile, something that others usually never noticed because they were too focused on her looks and 'kindness.' You never really talked to her because you had a bad feeling about her and because you heavily dislike her. You would avoid her by any means. You don't know her name but she's seated beside Scaramouche. 'That should've been me! I should've been beside him.' You thought.

You felt quite disappointed, he was just about to call out to you, but some girl snatched his attention. You didn't openly glare at her, but you were still upset. But what could you do? Nothing.

A few minutes passed, and class ended. The adviser of your class told everyone to take a recess break, saying that the teacher of the second period was absent. You felt quite happy, really. Your teacher of your second subject was mean to you. Though you didn't leave the room yet, opting to look for Nilou before going to the cafeteria.

Then something caught your eye. It was the same girl from earlier, she was standing on the doorway, holding his hand. Scaramouche's hand.

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“Flowers for my Moon.”

Classmate!Scaramouche x GN!Reader

Angst

——PROLOUGE——

Another day in your life doesn't mean anything. You would always walk to school, not desiring to anger your mother. You never truly wanted to anger her, but it seems that for every move you make, she will always find a way to point out a mistake, even if there wasn't even a mistake. Moreover, she would constantly try to make you feel bad, and not one time did it not work. And you always felt bad for it, even though none of it was your fault. However, who was she to blame? You were just a child, and you were her own child.

You were lost in your own thoughts while walking to school, not looking where you were going. This day doesn't seem to differ from all the other days, it's always the same. You weren't feeling well again today, due to your mother offering to bring you to school. Knowing that it wouldn't come to a good end, you just politely declined her offer. And of course, she didn't take it so lightly. She kept accusing you of "hating" on her, she even said that you were just making her feel bad, making her feel as if she wasn't a good mother. You didn't want to anger her, you just wanted a good end, but it seems like you've failed. You only felt worse by thinking of it more.

Being so lost in your own thoughts, you bumped into someone while walking to school, making you fall on your behind. You were about to apologize and walk away, but then you recognized him. Sitting on the ground, you looked up at him and didn't move an inch, rendering you speechless. You looked like a statue and a fool on the ground. It was him. Your crush. Your classmate. The love of your life, Scaramouche! Your heart skipped a beat and you felt your soul leave your body as he turned around to face you while glaring.

"I... uhm... uh—" With a quick silent sorry, you immediately got up, snatching your bag away from the ground before running away. Hopefully, he heard your silent sorry, otherwise it would've been embarassing to face him for the whole day today.

It's 6:28 AM, and you've arrived at your destination, your school, your classroom. School starts at 7:00 AM, so you were quite early. Students were barely seen at that time, the only students in your room was you and your friend, Nilou. But who cares? Being early is a flex. Plus, you could even use your phone while waiting for class to start, something that you often couldn't do. But you were sweating and gasping for air, due to all the running and climbing the stairs, especially when your classroom is on the third floor. So obviously, you sat down on the first chair that you saw, took your time to catch your breath, taking five minutes off from your free time.

6:33 AM. You've finally caught your breath, and you weren't sweating anymore. But you couldn't lift a finger. Considering that you weren't much of an athlete, you had little to no stamina. 'It's 6:33 AM. No harm in taking a small nap, hehe...' You thought. But just as you were about to close your eyes, someone tapped on your shoulder, making you jolt up in surprise. All the tiredness left your body. Hell, even your heart almost leapt out of your body. "Gah! Nilou?! Don't scare me like that..." You were about to turn your head when— Ah. It's him. You didn't see or hear him enter the room before! What is he? A ghost? You felt your heart skip a beat as you felt your soul leave your body once again. You even looked like a lifeless statue again.

'What does this guy want now... Maybe it's me?! Omg, he wants me fr' You thought, even imagining an emoji with heart eyes. "Oh hi." With a simple hi, an hour conversation could start! You better get you hopes up, because this is definitely going to be good. A smile made its way to your clueless face, genuinely thinking that he would want to talk to you.

"Move. You're in my chair." He wasn't glaring at you like earlier, he just had that usual scowl on his face.

Oh.

You were clearly devastated. So devastated that you were in a state of shock, causing you to only stare at his gorgeous face with a hopeless and baffled look on your face, and to stay still like a statue. You were slightly hurt by his words, also causing you to make a weird surprised face at him.

"What's with that weird face? I said move."

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Previous part.

For every step after step, and every pair of eyes staring at you, people question and ponder what had you so panicked as you ran through the halls of the Akademiya, not caring and looking to what's in front of you. You were too busy in your own thoughts, scolding yourself while you ran around looking like a headless chicken. They even wondered why your shoes were untied, it looked like you were going to trip any moment now.

And you did. You tripped on your own feet, causing you to fall. But what you didn't know was that there was someone in front of you, you didn't even know your shoes were untied. So how could you have possibly known that someone was in front of you?

A pair of arms slid around your waist, swiftly catching you as your face landed on his chest. Your face hurt after the land, and it gave you a nosebleed due to how hard you hit his chest. Don't be so dramatic now, you'll live.

You turned up to look at your savior, when— Gah! It's him. Al Haitham had just saved you from your possible fall. How did he get here so soon? He must've used a shortcut. You immediately backed up and tried to run away, but he gripped you tightly.

"Uhm..?" You quickly gave him a confused look, wondering why he wouldn't let you go. You squirmed around his arms, but he wouldn't budge. Never in your life have you ever panicked so bad until today.

"No thank you?" He asked while you stayed confused.

"I haven't asked you anything?" You pondered on what he was thinking of... 'Could it be— That he's rejecting me?!' You thought as your heart dropped, and your expression turned to sorrow.

"You're not thanking me for saving you from that fall?" He averted his gaze to your nose, it was bleeding.

'Oh! So he's not rejecting me? Does... Does that mean he accepts?!' You thought as your face lit up in joy. And then you were lost in your own thoughts again, being too busy celebrating that he hasn't rejected you yet. Too busy that you didn't even notice the pink envelope peeking out from his pocket.

"Ah. Yes, right, sorry... Thank you." And with that, he let go of you.

But he wasn't planning on letting you run away much longer.

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Next part.

Huh... You're here, again. Standing in front of your crush's locker, holding yet another pink envelope with both of your hands. 'How awful must I be, slipping another envelope to his locker. He probably doesn't even bother to read them!' You thought, making your face slightly distort in frustration.

These pink envelopes contained all your love for him. Every night, you would write another love letter for him, gently placing a kiss and then stamping it with wax. And then at morning, you swiftly slip it into his locker. You and Haitham were in the same class, and he knew you well, so you didn't place any initials, no. It would be a giveaway to who you really are. So you just used a red heart seal stamp.

Normally, when people get too busy with their own thoughts, they lose consciousness of their surroundings. And that's what you are right now. Being too busy in your own little world, you didn't even realize that Haitham was already behind your back. Heck, you didn't even notice his shadows!

"Hey, uh... Are you going to do something? Or..." Haitham was slightly concerned. After all, you were just standing there in your own thoughts. You stood so still that anyone could mistake you for a lost or misplaced statue!

Of course, you being you, you immediately shrieked, turning around to see his gorgeously divine face. Seeing him in front of you somehow made you scream and panic even more, making you back up on the locker in panic and hitting your head a little bit too hard.

Due to how hard you hit your head, you accidentally and unknowingly drop your envelope to cover the back of your head, and then you ran away while he stood there with a blank face. Hopefully, he didn't see or remember your face.

But obviously, because you embarassed the hell out of yourself there, he remembered it quite vividly.

And he found it cute.

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One, two, three... You try to open your eyes, but you seem to be unable to do so. Try again, loser.

One, two, three... You try to open your eyes again, but to no avail. It's as if you're trapped in this endless slumber, engulfed in darkness, having no sight or whatsoever. You try again with your meaningless attempts to wake up.

One, two, three... Wake up! You suddenly jolt up awake, still not having a sight worth to see. Everything around you is surrounded by the darkness. You can't see anything. It's not possible, at least not in this unlit room. Scared for your dear life, you try to look around and find anyone with a kind soul, but darkness was all you could find. Your hands wander around the room, desperately trying to find a source of light. You didn't seem to be afraid of the dark, so why were you afraid now? Those fearful eyes of yours look around the room, it goes all ways, but you can't seem to see anything...

Who knows? Maybe someone will eventually save you from this never-ending nightmare.