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summary: vil falling in love with you
type of post: short fic
characters: vil schoenheit
additional info: romantic, FLUFF, reader is yuu, reader is gender neutral, takes place during/after book 6
author's note: vilyuu is such a good and underrated dynamic I'm never not obsessed with it. always thinking about him. holding them like dolls making them kiss mwah mwah
One might be bold enough to assume that actor and model Vil Schoenheit had been a victim of Eros before.
With the world under his thumb and millions of adoring fans at his beck and call, it was easy to fantasize about the image of a shining star that had left a string of broken hearts behind him. His persona of perfection gave off such a dazzling impression that any other truth is simply unimaginable. Beautiful, talented, devoted...
...Untouchable to such a degree that the very truth of the matter was that Vil Schoenheit had never been in love. He had no use, let alone time, to indulge himself in something that he found distracting at best and frustrating at worst. For most of his life, romance was nothing but another part to play, a frustrating rumor to dispel, a disaster to witness, something that nagged at him from the outside yet never made itself a home within him.
This idea of the confident heartbreaker Vil Schoenheit was nothing but a reflection of the image he put out, shone back at him by tabloids and fan accounts. It was a hollow interpretation, fueled by fantasies of a Vil that didn't exist in flesh and blood. And so, every time an invasive interviewer or pesky reporter inquired about the state of his personal affairs, he answered truthfully: Vil Schoenheit could easily go throughout life focusing solely on his career, on improving himself, and not miss out on anything at all.
There have been very, very few things that Vil has called himself an idiot over. That answer was one of them.
Because the very second he saw you again after being separated by Styx, the want to smack you for being so reckless in coming after him was only secondary to his want to hold you and cry until his water-proof mascara was running.
Love is such a strange emotion. Vil could never understand why Rook was so obsessed with it, how the vice housewarden fell in love with every beautiful person he saw. For his whole life Vil thought it to be painful, to be distracting, to be finite and often times nothing but a shallow reflection of all of one's ugliest traits.
And now, it made him feel weak and messy. He hated feeling messy.
...And yet, what he wouldn't do to have his lipstick smeared over your mouths. To have you see him with his hair undone and eyes bleary with sleep, and to see you in that state as well. It was not the time, nor the place, but he wanted to cradle you in his arms until this terrible, sickly feeling of longing you'd left him with went away.
For the first time in his life, Vil was suddenly terrified of being alone.
No, not alone- he was terrified of being without you.
To never see your smile again would be a fate worse than death, worse than growing old and haggard. How terrible to think that just one simple person could so easily undo everything about him, and yet, he wanted more of that very feeling. He would unwrap himself layer by layer for you if you asked, taking off all of the years of discipline and poise, and lay vulnerable before you so that you could be soft and simple together. Vil had always regarded romance as difficult, but falling in love with you was surprisingly easy.
He did not have to save Grim from the Underworld, despite what he claimed. Such a risky move cost him everything he loved, everything beautiful about him, everything except for you. And as much as he mourned for himself, he knew he would do it again and again if it meant saving the smile on your face.
And perhaps he was too wishful with his thinking, but he could have sworn he saw that same familiar glimmer of affection and admiration in your eyes when you met his gaze. As if you couldn't even see the pasty, wrinkled mess he'd turned into, and were peering at something behind it.
It made him feel utterly exposed and offered him no comfort, but the thought that you were looking at something not even he could see lingered in the back of his mind, even after his magical energy was rejuvenated.
He had become so familiar with everyone around him being a mirror, reflecting his carefully crafted image right back at him, showering him with two-dimensional praises, that being seen as an object of flesh and blood and tears was a strange notion. To behold his presence and see a person with wants and needs and flaws rather than a flat surface, a decorative magazine atop a coffee table, left him with a strange feeling in his chest. The thought both bothered and warmed him.
Vil Schoenheit was so hopelessly in love with you, and it didn't hurt. It wasn't difficult or ugly or forced, it took not even the least bit of effort. He sunk into the feeling like a warm bath which never grew colder, and he let that be his new reality. It felt strange to imagine that there was a time where he didn't love you, where he didn't look at you as if you were the moon itself, where you weren't such a part of his being that he couldn't imagine life without you.
And he never expressed these feelings in words. They existed inside of him, running through his veins like the very blood that kept him alive and warm, and they weren't distracting, just another part of him that he kept tucked away to occupy his thoughts on rainy days.
...But the best part of it was that he didn't need words. Because when you looked at him, when you saw the Vil the not even he could see, you could already tell they were there. The mirror, the pane of glass that had always existed between himself and others, was non-existent for you.
Vil thought that someday he might be able to see himself through that glass the way you did, but he was perfectly content with simply looking at you instead for the time being.
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ā© BF! RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS HEADCANONS !
characters. riddle rosehearts ;; romantic . š¤ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to reader ), established relationship, romantic relationship, fluff
note. this is canon, he's literally my bf!!
BF! RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS who have a soft spot just for you. Oh you broke a rule? Don't worry, it was just a accident. Just make sure to be more careful next time! All the other dorm members are surprised by the obvious favoritism. If it was them, they would've been collared already.
BF! RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS who helps you study. If you're worry about the upcoming exam, just know that his door is always open for you. He'll organized a study date so yall can have a date while studying!
BF! RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS who always does the most for y'all dates. You deserve the best of course! A tea party in the Rose maze with deserts supplied by Trey is the most common date. Want something simple? Y'all can always relax together doing anything.
BF! RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS who plans to grow old with you. Nothing else, nothing more. He's perfectly content with spending his days with you <3
ā | Ā© kissxvivi ; do not plagiarize, translate, adapt, and use my work in anything that associates directly with ai.
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you will be dealt with!!!! trust!!!
EEEKK!!
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04/8/24ās delivery š¹āļø twisted wonderland
rather melodramatic arenāt you?ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć,ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć ;; summary. āso it seems, youāve finally found your way back home.ā
characters. first years : ace trappola , deuce spade , jack howl, epel felmier , sebek zigvolt ( separate ) ;; romantic ( implied ) angst . šļø tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, angst with romance sprinkled in i sāpose ( can still be friendship seen,, i think.. ), blah blah angst
š” _a/n. mmmm, been listening to tv girl a lot more like i used to, ended up coming up w this. still not the best w angst but we stay rollin ( also, cigarettes out the window >> )
a. trappola
ā he was always the one who kept everyoneās mind off the topic of you going homeāmaking the mood lighter so no one would be upset again, especially you. but ace canāt deny how distraught he is, when it comes the time for you to finally, finally go. heās happy for you, never doubt for a fact that he is. but thereās that one part of him that never wants to let you go. youāve been friends all this time, havenāt you? then again, this school year with him has always been more of an experience for you, hm.. like an emotional rollercoaster until you make it home, and things will go back to normal, to your usual.
ā he knew that much, that one day you would say your final farewells and that he would have to turn his back and go on with his life, the rest of his school year, without you by his side. without a magicless prefect who turned his world upside down, without a magicless prefect to spend his time with, without a magicless prefect whom he held ever so dear to his heart. maybe your time spent with him was just a waiting game before you could return to your norm. but his time spent with you made his heart full, as if you were everything he wanted and more.
ā but he can let go, canāt he? not like heās making lighthearted jokes here and there, about what itād be like if you were to stick around, even if for a little while longer. he eventually holds his pinky out to you, in a moment of bitter weakness ( to him and him only ), that if the chance ever comes to fruition that itās not a one way trip, youāll return to night raven and stay friends, stay together with him. and it becomes a promise, pinky sworn and all. he tells himself he can swallow his bitter tears and see you off, yet he leaves deep, ragged breaths in his wake when you hug him tightly and tell him youāll miss him, no matter how the circumstances may end up.
ā you should know at least that much, left to digest it as you go back home, that heāll miss you tooāand though he may leave this out, unless heās caught in a moment of weakness truth, youāll always be on his mind.
d. spade
ā deuce always felt such a pain in his heart whenever he comes to the recollection ( sometimes random, but then comes the times youāre forced to remind him you may not be there forever ), that youāre doomed to leave him behind as you return, to your family, to your friends of before. his hopes for you to see his graduate, to stay together being each otherās best friends, to just stay by each otherās side, heād accept just being in your proximity. how he loved, and will never stop loving your words of kindness, words thatāll never leave the back of his mind, words heāll never let go.
ā how many times youāve affirmed and reaffirmed your friendship and fondness toward him with those words, he canāt recall. or maybe he does; heāll keep those memories with him until the ends of times, and whatever voice messages you may have sent him when you finally got your phone will be treasured and stored forever. oh, but how heād like to not need that in the first place. how will he go on, without your kind words ringing delightfully in his ears? heād never be able to bring himself to forget your voice, even if he canāt hear it in the present, heāll hold it dearly as he looks to the past.
ā he could never go against your wishes to return home, though. he knows for a fact itās all youāve wanted, and heāll never say he wouldnāt want the same for himself if he were ever in your situationāhe couldnāt even imagine that much, he always commended your strength to get as far as youāve gotten now. but he finds himself asking you, if youāll ever forget him. reaffirm him once more with your words; tell him that you wonāt for as long as you live. that youāve treasured the times youāve spent together.
ā because, let it be clear, heāll treasure those times just as much as you, heāll treasure them forever, and when forever ends, heāll treasure them more.
j. howl
ā he recalls all those times he shyly managed to bring himself to do little things for you, wake you up in class when you felt tired, remind you to straighten out your uniform, anything to silently tell you he respects and cherishes his friendship with you. jack recalls the times you returned the favor, watering his cacti with him, and thanking him for everything he does. just smiling at him makes him happy. but he accepts, with a heavier than he expected heart, that these times will become nothing one day. a day thatās come and approaches now.
ā heād like to send you off easily, but āeasilyā will never belong in the end. maybe when your friendship first bloomed he could huff and pout about how you were barely friends, and he just ācouldnāt let the bad things happening around you go down the way they wereā. but if he didnāt admit how much of a likening he took to the time heās spent with you, he could never live with himself. still, he knows heāll have to see your smile only once more before never seeing it again, anyway. he finds it difficult, actually, trying to remember how he spent his time when you werenāt there, a time before you. when in the early mornings you werenāt there to greet him, no matter the mood amongst you.
ā but in his heart stays all the things youāve done for each other, and all the things he still wishes he could do, but he knows time will never stop for that. even so, heāll praise you for your hard work, everything youāve done thatās gotten you so far as to return to your loved ones. thereās a part that gnaws at him though, that heāll have to get used to a routine that doesnāt involve you. it was so often, how youād greet him and heād greet you, sometimes youād eat lunch together and on a good day, maybe youād join him on a run, even if it did end with you laying against the wall because of how exhausted you were. and heād scold you, telling you not to overexert yourself.
ā at least heās certain youāll take care of yourself back home, since he asked carefully about your health and you reassured him. still a shame, though, that he could never introduce you to his family.
e. felmier
ā he gifted you a nicely carved apple, once. epel figured you may like it, at least he hoped you would. heās long since found you cool, someone he saw as the confident, ever so diligent prefect to be admired. but eightās a crowd; itāll always be back to seven in the end. you were as beautiful as the apples heād carve while you were on his mind during evenings, glistening in the sunset, their shine never dulling as they design came to be the longer epel worked. in a sense you were like thatāexcept youād built yourself up from the ground, keeping yourself strong to bear through the troubles of your time at night raven. and epelād been your supporter as long as youād known and been a friend of him.
ā and now you bear the fruits of your success, and heās thankful that heād managed to bring himself to a smile at the good news that youād managed to finally find your way back to your own world, the world you belonged to. not the world youāve only spent a school year in. heād never bite into a bitter apple on accident, far too acidic with a metallic aftertaste; but it feels like he did, as he thinks of how many apples will have rotten, that one singular apple you ate right before leaving, that you forgot to throw out and left on your old bedside table.
ā allow him to hold onto your hands gently, as he whispers to you that heād like, if ever even possible, for you to return, maybe one day. heās barely paying attention to that bitter taste, a dry gulp as he tries not to make his upset audible to you, leaving his tears silent. he lets you dry those tears, not even caring that it should be himself doing it, heāll let himself be taken care of you again just once. he wonders what the apples of your world taste like. youāve talked about the differences between your worlds before, and how nice your world seems from what you tell, so vastly different compared to his, and he commends you for your commitment to returning. heād want to return to his own world under your circumstances, too.
ā so he clenches onto the hem of his shirt, feeling as though he might give in to his impulsive thoughts if not, his growing desire to never let you go, run up to you and hug you ever so tightly to spend eternity with you.
s. zigvolt
ā youāve always seemed to find a way to make things refreshing. sebekās read ever so many books in night ravenās library, itās one of his more favored hobbies after all. and ever since your friendship grew he always seemed to search for your thoughts and opinions more. he doesnāt truly understand, how a human, a magicless one at that, from another world like you managed to find your way by his side. maybe thatās just because you were doomed to leave it. humans were always trouble, right? to think youād leave this type of stain on him. no, noāhe could never blame you. as it goes, right person, wrong time. . . and place.
ā he grew to be fond of your commentary, your view of things. there would always be aspects of the two of you respectively that clashed, and yet even so here you were. actually, he thinks about your informal first meeting. how he rolled his eyes indifferent to your figure, considering you just another clumsy human who he knew would stumble about. sure there may have been times you had two left feet, but you sure proved him wrong didnāt you, hm? the title of the ramshackle prefect becoming renowned, a prefect who could never be replaced or mimicked, not you, never you.
ā once upon a time, you invited him over to ramshackle to read a book together, one heād apparently not yet to have read. the evening was lovelier than heād yet expected, having fun sharing your thoughts together and making light conversation between pages. the evenings to nights feel so much lonelier without you. in literature, it hangs in the silence of its realm, alone as some think it. he once respected it as a nice metaphor within the books heās readāyet now he seems to sympathize with the moon, its solitude compared to others which had more moons to surround it.
ā maybe some day āonce upon a timeā will turn into āand they lived happy ever afterā, and those words will belong to him. and then, he can share them with you.
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04/8/24ās delivery š¹āļø twisted wonderland
rather melodramatic arenāt you?ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć,ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć ;; summary. āso it seems, youāve finally found your way back home.ā
characters. first years : ace trappola , deuce spade , jack howl, epel felmier , sebek zigvolt ( separate ) ;; romantic ( implied ) angst . šļø tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, angst with romance sprinkled in i sāpose ( can still be friendship seen,, i think.. ), blah blah angst
š” _a/n. mmmm, been listening to tv girl a lot more like i used to, ended up coming up w this. still not the best w angst but we stay rollin ( also, cigarettes out the window >> )
a. trappola
ā he was always the one who kept everyoneās mind off the topic of you going homeāmaking the mood lighter so no one would be upset again, especially you. but ace canāt deny how distraught he is, when it comes the time for you to finally, finally go. heās happy for you, never doubt for a fact that he is. but thereās that one part of him that never wants to let you go. youāve been friends all this time, havenāt you? then again, this school year with him has always been more of an experience for you, hm.. like an emotional rollercoaster until you make it home, and things will go back to normal, to your usual.
ā he knew that much, that one day you would say your final farewells and that he would have to turn his back and go on with his life, the rest of his school year, without you by his side. without a magicless prefect who turned his world upside down, without a magicless prefect to spend his time with, without a magicless prefect whom he held ever so dear to his heart. maybe your time spent with him was just a waiting game before you could return to your norm. but his time spent with you made his heart full, as if you were everything he wanted and more.
ā but he can let go, canāt he? not like heās making lighthearted jokes here and there, about what itād be like if you were to stick around, even if for a little while longer. he eventually holds his pinky out to you, in a moment of bitter weakness ( to him and him only ), that if the chance ever comes to fruition that itās not a one way trip, youāll return to night raven and stay friends, stay together with him. and it becomes a promise, pinky sworn and all. he tells himself he can swallow his bitter tears and see you off, yet he leaves deep, ragged breaths in his wake when you hug him tightly and tell him youāll miss him, no matter how the circumstances may end up.
ā you should know at least that much, left to digest it as you go back home, that heāll miss you tooāand though he may leave this out, unless heās caught in a moment of weakness truth, youāll always be on his mind.
d. spade
ā deuce always felt such a pain in his heart whenever he comes to the recollection ( sometimes random, but then comes the times youāre forced to remind him you may not be there forever ), that youāre doomed to leave him behind as you return, to your family, to your friends of before. his hopes for you to see his graduate, to stay together being each otherās best friends, to just stay by each otherās side, heād accept just being in your proximity. how he loved, and will never stop loving your words of kindness, words thatāll never leave the back of his mind, words heāll never let go.
ā how many times youāve affirmed and reaffirmed your friendship and fondness toward him with those words, he canāt recall. or maybe he does; heāll keep those memories with him until the ends of times, and whatever voice messages you may have sent him when you finally got your phone will be treasured and stored forever. oh, but how heād like to not need that in the first place. how will he go on, without your kind words ringing delightfully in his ears? heād never be able to bring himself to forget your voice, even if he canāt hear it in the present, heāll hold it dearly as he looks to the past.
ā he could never go against your wishes to return home, though. he knows for a fact itās all youāve wanted, and heāll never say he wouldnāt want the same for himself if he were ever in your situationāhe couldnāt even imagine that much, he always commended your strength to get as far as youāve gotten now. but he finds himself asking you, if youāll ever forget him. reaffirm him once more with your words; tell him that you wonāt for as long as you live. that youāve treasured the times youāve spent together.
ā because, let it be clear, heāll treasure those times just as much as you, heāll treasure them forever, and when forever ends, heāll treasure them more.
j. howl
ā he recalls all those times he shyly managed to bring himself to do little things for you, wake you up in class when you felt tired, remind you to straighten out your uniform, anything to silently tell you he respects and cherishes his friendship with you. jack recalls the times you returned the favor, watering his cacti with him, and thanking him for everything he does. just smiling at him makes him happy. but he accepts, with a heavier than he expected heart, that these times will become nothing one day. a day thatās come and approaches now.
ā heād like to send you off easily, but āeasilyā will never belong in the end. maybe when your friendship first bloomed he could huff and pout about how you were barely friends, and he just ācouldnāt let the bad things happening around you go down the way they wereā. but if he didnāt admit how much of a likening he took to the time heās spent with you, he could never live with himself. still, he knows heāll have to see your smile only once more before never seeing it again, anyway. he finds it difficult, actually, trying to remember how he spent his time when you werenāt there, a time before you. when in the early mornings you werenāt there to greet him, no matter the mood amongst you.
ā but in his heart stays all the things youāve done for each other, and all the things he still wishes he could do, but he knows time will never stop for that. even so, heāll praise you for your hard work, everything youāve done thatās gotten you so far as to return to your loved ones. thereās a part that gnaws at him though, that heāll have to get used to a routine that doesnāt involve you. it was so often, how youād greet him and heād greet you, sometimes youād eat lunch together and on a good day, maybe youād join him on a run, even if it did end with you laying against the wall because of how exhausted you were. and heād scold you, telling you not to overexert yourself.
ā at least heās certain youāll take care of yourself back home, since he asked carefully about your health and you reassured him. still a shame, though, that he could never introduce you to his family.
e. felmier
ā he gifted you a nicely carved apple, once. epel figured you may like it, at least he hoped you would. heās long since found you cool, someone he saw as the confident, ever so diligent prefect to be admired. but eightās a crowd; itāll always be back to seven in the end. you were as beautiful as the apples heād carve while you were on his mind during evenings, glistening in the sunset, their shine never dulling as they design came to be the longer epel worked. in a sense you were like thatāexcept youād built yourself up from the ground, keeping yourself strong to bear through the troubles of your time at night raven. and epelād been your supporter as long as youād known and been a friend of him.
ā and now you bear the fruits of your success, and heās thankful that heād managed to bring himself to a smile at the good news that youād managed to finally find your way back to your own world, the world you belonged to. not the world youāve only spent a school year in. heād never bite into a bitter apple on accident, far too acidic with a metallic aftertaste; but it feels like he did, as he thinks of how many apples will have rotten, that one singular apple you ate right before leaving, that you forgot to throw out and left on your old bedside table.
ā allow him to hold onto your hands gently, as he whispers to you that heād like, if ever even possible, for you to return, maybe one day. heās barely paying attention to that bitter taste, a dry gulp as he tries not to make his upset audible to you, leaving his tears silent. he lets you dry those tears, not even caring that it should be himself doing it, heāll let himself be taken care of you again just once. he wonders what the apples of your world taste like. youāve talked about the differences between your worlds before, and how nice your world seems from what you tell, so vastly different compared to his, and he commends you for your commitment to returning. heād want to return to his own world under your circumstances, too.
ā so he clenches onto the hem of his shirt, feeling as though he might give in to his impulsive thoughts if not, his growing desire to never let you go, run up to you and hug you ever so tightly to spend eternity with you.
s. zigvolt
ā youāve always seemed to find a way to make things refreshing. sebekās read ever so many books in night ravenās library, itās one of his more favored hobbies after all. and ever since your friendship grew he always seemed to search for your thoughts and opinions more. he doesnāt truly understand, how a human, a magicless one at that, from another world like you managed to find your way by his side. maybe thatās just because you were doomed to leave it. humans were always trouble, right? to think youād leave this type of stain on him. no, noāhe could never blame you. as it goes, right person, wrong time. . . and place.
ā he grew to be fond of your commentary, your view of things. there would always be aspects of the two of you respectively that clashed, and yet even so here you were. actually, he thinks about your informal first meeting. how he rolled his eyes indifferent to your figure, considering you just another clumsy human who he knew would stumble about. sure there may have been times you had two left feet, but you sure proved him wrong didnāt you, hm? the title of the ramshackle prefect becoming renowned, a prefect who could never be replaced or mimicked, not you, never you.
ā once upon a time, you invited him over to ramshackle to read a book together, one heād apparently not yet to have read. the evening was lovelier than heād yet expected, having fun sharing your thoughts together and making light conversation between pages. the evenings to nights feel so much lonelier without you. in literature, it hangs in the silence of its realm, alone as some think it. he once respected it as a nice metaphor within the books heās readāyet now he seems to sympathize with the moon, its solitude compared to others which had more moons to surround it.
ā maybe some day āonce upon a timeā will turn into āand they lived happy ever afterā, and those words will belong to him. and then, he can share them with you.
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04/8/24ās delivery š¹āļø twisted wonderland
rather melodramatic arenāt you?ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć,ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć ;; summary. āso it seems, youāve finally found your way back home.ā
characters. first years : ace trappola , deuce spade , jack howl, epel felmier , sebek zigvolt ( separate ) ;; romantic ( implied ) angst . šļø tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, angst with romance sprinkled in i sāpose ( can still be friendship seen,, i think.. ), blah blah angst
š” _a/n. mmmm, been listening to tv girl a lot more like i used to, ended up coming up w this. still not the best w angst but we stay rollin ( also, cigarettes out the window >> )
a. trappola
ā he was always the one who kept everyoneās mind off the topic of you going homeāmaking the mood lighter so no one would be upset again, especially you. but ace canāt deny how distraught he is, when it comes the time for you to finally, finally go. heās happy for you, never doubt for a fact that he is. but thereās that one part of him that never wants to let you go. youāve been friends all this time, havenāt you? then again, this school year with him has always been more of an experience for you, hm.. like an emotional rollercoaster until you make it home, and things will go back to normal, to your usual.
ā he knew that much, that one day you would say your final farewells and that he would have to turn his back and go on with his life, the rest of his school year, without you by his side. without a magicless prefect who turned his world upside down, without a magicless prefect to spend his time with, without a magicless prefect whom he held ever so dear to his heart. maybe your time spent with him was just a waiting game before you could return to your norm. but his time spent with you made his heart full, as if you were everything he wanted and more.
ā but he can let go, canāt he? not like heās making lighthearted jokes here and there, about what itād be like if you were to stick around, even if for a little while longer. he eventually holds his pinky out to you, in a moment of bitter weakness ( to him and him only ), that if the chance ever comes to fruition that itās not a one way trip, youāll return to night raven and stay friends, stay together with him. and it becomes a promise, pinky sworn and all. he tells himself he can swallow his bitter tears and see you off, yet he leaves deep, ragged breaths in his wake when you hug him tightly and tell him youāll miss him, no matter how the circumstances may end up.
ā you should know at least that much, left to digest it as you go back home, that heāll miss you tooāand though he may leave this out, unless heās caught in a moment of weakness truth, youāll always be on his mind.
d. spade
ā deuce always felt such a pain in his heart whenever he comes to the recollection ( sometimes random, but then comes the times youāre forced to remind him you may not be there forever ), that youāre doomed to leave him behind as you return, to your family, to your friends of before. his hopes for you to see his graduate, to stay together being each otherās best friends, to just stay by each otherās side, heād accept just being in your proximity. how he loved, and will never stop loving your words of kindness, words thatāll never leave the back of his mind, words heāll never let go.
ā how many times youāve affirmed and reaffirmed your friendship and fondness toward him with those words, he canāt recall. or maybe he does; heāll keep those memories with him until the ends of times, and whatever voice messages you may have sent him when you finally got your phone will be treasured and stored forever. oh, but how heād like to not need that in the first place. how will he go on, without your kind words ringing delightfully in his ears? heād never be able to bring himself to forget your voice, even if he canāt hear it in the present, heāll hold it dearly as he looks to the past.
ā he could never go against your wishes to return home, though. he knows for a fact itās all youāve wanted, and heāll never say he wouldnāt want the same for himself if he were ever in your situationāhe couldnāt even imagine that much, he always commended your strength to get as far as youāve gotten now. but he finds himself asking you, if youāll ever forget him. reaffirm him once more with your words; tell him that you wonāt for as long as you live. that youāve treasured the times youāve spent together.
ā because, let it be clear, heāll treasure those times just as much as you, heāll treasure them forever, and when forever ends, heāll treasure them more.
j. howl
ā he recalls all those times he shyly managed to bring himself to do little things for you, wake you up in class when you felt tired, remind you to straighten out your uniform, anything to silently tell you he respects and cherishes his friendship with you. jack recalls the times you returned the favor, watering his cacti with him, and thanking him for everything he does. just smiling at him makes him happy. but he accepts, with a heavier than he expected heart, that these times will become nothing one day. a day thatās come and approaches now.
ā heād like to send you off easily, but āeasilyā will never belong in the end. maybe when your friendship first bloomed he could huff and pout about how you were barely friends, and he just ācouldnāt let the bad things happening around you go down the way they wereā. but if he didnāt admit how much of a likening he took to the time heās spent with you, he could never live with himself. still, he knows heāll have to see your smile only once more before never seeing it again, anyway. he finds it difficult, actually, trying to remember how he spent his time when you werenāt there, a time before you. when in the early mornings you werenāt there to greet him, no matter the mood amongst you.
ā but in his heart stays all the things youāve done for each other, and all the things he still wishes he could do, but he knows time will never stop for that. even so, heāll praise you for your hard work, everything youāve done thatās gotten you so far as to return to your loved ones. thereās a part that gnaws at him though, that heāll have to get used to a routine that doesnāt involve you. it was so often, how youād greet him and heād greet you, sometimes youād eat lunch together and on a good day, maybe youād join him on a run, even if it did end with you laying against the wall because of how exhausted you were. and heād scold you, telling you not to overexert yourself.
ā at least heās certain youāll take care of yourself back home, since he asked carefully about your health and you reassured him. still a shame, though, that he could never introduce you to his family.
e. felmier
ā he gifted you a nicely carved apple, once. epel figured you may like it, at least he hoped you would. heās long since found you cool, someone he saw as the confident, ever so diligent prefect to be admired. but eightās a crowd; itāll always be back to seven in the end. you were as beautiful as the apples heād carve while you were on his mind during evenings, glistening in the sunset, their shine never dulling as they design came to be the longer epel worked. in a sense you were like thatāexcept youād built yourself up from the ground, keeping yourself strong to bear through the troubles of your time at night raven. and epelād been your supporter as long as youād known and been a friend of him.
ā and now you bear the fruits of your success, and heās thankful that heād managed to bring himself to a smile at the good news that youād managed to finally find your way back to your own world, the world you belonged to. not the world youāve only spent a school year in. heād never bite into a bitter apple on accident, far too acidic with a metallic aftertaste; but it feels like he did, as he thinks of how many apples will have rotten, that one singular apple you ate right before leaving, that you forgot to throw out and left on your old bedside table.
ā allow him to hold onto your hands gently, as he whispers to you that heād like, if ever even possible, for you to return, maybe one day. heās barely paying attention to that bitter taste, a dry gulp as he tries not to make his upset audible to you, leaving his tears silent. he lets you dry those tears, not even caring that it should be himself doing it, heāll let himself be taken care of you again just once. he wonders what the apples of your world taste like. youāve talked about the differences between your worlds before, and how nice your world seems from what you tell, so vastly different compared to his, and he commends you for your commitment to returning. heād want to return to his own world under your circumstances, too.
ā so he clenches onto the hem of his shirt, feeling as though he might give in to his impulsive thoughts if not, his growing desire to never let you go, run up to you and hug you ever so tightly to spend eternity with you.
s. zigvolt
ā youāve always seemed to find a way to make things refreshing. sebekās read ever so many books in night ravenās library, itās one of his more favored hobbies after all. and ever since your friendship grew he always seemed to search for your thoughts and opinions more. he doesnāt truly understand, how a human, a magicless one at that, from another world like you managed to find your way by his side. maybe thatās just because you were doomed to leave it. humans were always trouble, right? to think youād leave this type of stain on him. no, noāhe could never blame you. as it goes, right person, wrong time. . . and place.
ā he grew to be fond of your commentary, your view of things. there would always be aspects of the two of you respectively that clashed, and yet even so here you were. actually, he thinks about your informal first meeting. how he rolled his eyes indifferent to your figure, considering you just another clumsy human who he knew would stumble about. sure there may have been times you had two left feet, but you sure proved him wrong didnāt you, hm? the title of the ramshackle prefect becoming renowned, a prefect who could never be replaced or mimicked, not you, never you.
ā once upon a time, you invited him over to ramshackle to read a book together, one heād apparently not yet to have read. the evening was lovelier than heād yet expected, having fun sharing your thoughts together and making light conversation between pages. the evenings to nights feel so much lonelier without you. in literature, it hangs in the silence of its realm, alone as some think it. he once respected it as a nice metaphor within the books heās readāyet now he seems to sympathize with the moon, its solitude compared to others which had more moons to surround it.
ā maybe some day āonce upon a timeā will turn into āand they lived happy ever afterā, and those words will belong to him. and then, he can share them with you.
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rather melodramatic arenāt you?ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć,ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć ;; summary. āso it seems, youāve finally found your way back home.ā
characters. first years : ace trappola , deuce spade , jack howl, epel felmier , sebek zigvolt ( separate ) ;; romantic ( implied ) angst . šļø tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, angst with romance sprinkled in i sāpose ( can still be friendship seen,, i think.. ), blah blah angst
š” _a/n. mmmm, been listening to tv girl a lot more like i used to, ended up coming up w this. still not the best w angst but we stay rollin ( also, cigarettes out the window >> )
a. trappola
ā he was always the one who kept everyoneās mind off the topic of you going homeāmaking the mood lighter so no one would be upset again, especially you. but ace canāt deny how distraught he is, when it comes the time for you to finally, finally go. heās happy for you, never doubt for a fact that he is. but thereās that one part of him that never wants to let you go. youāve been friends all this time, havenāt you? then again, this school year with him has always been more of an experience for you, hm.. like an emotional rollercoaster until you make it home, and things will go back to normal, to your usual.
ā he knew that much, that one day you would say your final farewells and that he would have to turn his back and go on with his life, the rest of his school year, without you by his side. without a magicless prefect who turned his world upside down, without a magicless prefect to spend his time with, without a magicless prefect whom he held ever so dear to his heart. maybe your time spent with him was just a waiting game before you could return to your norm. but his time spent with you made his heart full, as if you were everything he wanted and more.
ā but he can let go, canāt he? not like heās making lighthearted jokes here and there, about what itād be like if you were to stick around, even if for a little while longer. he eventually holds his pinky out to you, in a moment of bitter weakness ( to him and him only ), that if the chance ever comes to fruition that itās not a one way trip, youāll return to night raven and stay friends, stay together with him. and it becomes a promise, pinky sworn and all. he tells himself he can swallow his bitter tears and see you off, yet he leaves deep, ragged breaths in his wake when you hug him tightly and tell him youāll miss him, no matter how the circumstances may end up.
ā you should know at least that much, left to digest it as you go back home, that heāll miss you tooāand though he may leave this out, unless heās caught in a moment of weakness truth, youāll always be on his mind.
d. spade
ā deuce always felt such a pain in his heart whenever he comes to the recollection ( sometimes random, but then comes the times youāre forced to remind him you may not be there forever ), that youāre doomed to leave him behind as you return, to your family, to your friends of before. his hopes for you to see his graduate, to stay together being each otherās best friends, to just stay by each otherās side, heād accept just being in your proximity. how he loved, and will never stop loving your words of kindness, words thatāll never leave the back of his mind, words heāll never let go.
ā how many times youāve affirmed and reaffirmed your friendship and fondness toward him with those words, he canāt recall. or maybe he does; heāll keep those memories with him until the ends of times, and whatever voice messages you may have sent him when you finally got your phone will be treasured and stored forever. oh, but how heād like to not need that in the first place. how will he go on, without your kind words ringing delightfully in his ears? heād never be able to bring himself to forget your voice, even if he canāt hear it in the present, heāll hold it dearly as he looks to the past.
ā he could never go against your wishes to return home, though. he knows for a fact itās all youāve wanted, and heāll never say he wouldnāt want the same for himself if he were ever in your situationāhe couldnāt even imagine that much, he always commended your strength to get as far as youāve gotten now. but he finds himself asking you, if youāll ever forget him. reaffirm him once more with your words; tell him that you wonāt for as long as you live. that youāve treasured the times youāve spent together.
ā because, let it be clear, heāll treasure those times just as much as you, heāll treasure them forever, and when forever ends, heāll treasure them more.
j. howl
ā he recalls all those times he shyly managed to bring himself to do little things for you, wake you up in class when you felt tired, remind you to straighten out your uniform, anything to silently tell you he respects and cherishes his friendship with you. jack recalls the times you returned the favor, watering his cacti with him, and thanking him for everything he does. just smiling at him makes him happy. but he accepts, with a heavier than he expected heart, that these times will become nothing one day. a day thatās come and approaches now.
ā heād like to send you off easily, but āeasilyā will never belong in the end. maybe when your friendship first bloomed he could huff and pout about how you were barely friends, and he just ācouldnāt let the bad things happening around you go down the way they wereā. but if he didnāt admit how much of a likening he took to the time heās spent with you, he could never live with himself. still, he knows heāll have to see your smile only once more before never seeing it again, anyway. he finds it difficult, actually, trying to remember how he spent his time when you werenāt there, a time before you. when in the early mornings you werenāt there to greet him, no matter the mood amongst you.
ā but in his heart stays all the things youāve done for each other, and all the things he still wishes he could do, but he knows time will never stop for that. even so, heāll praise you for your hard work, everything youāve done thatās gotten you so far as to return to your loved ones. thereās a part that gnaws at him though, that heāll have to get used to a routine that doesnāt involve you. it was so often, how youād greet him and heād greet you, sometimes youād eat lunch together and on a good day, maybe youād join him on a run, even if it did end with you laying against the wall because of how exhausted you were. and heād scold you, telling you not to overexert yourself.
ā at least heās certain youāll take care of yourself back home, since he asked carefully about your health and you reassured him. still a shame, though, that he could never introduce you to his family.
e. felmier
ā he gifted you a nicely carved apple, once. epel figured you may like it, at least he hoped you would. heās long since found you cool, someone he saw as the confident, ever so diligent prefect to be admired. but eightās a crowd; itāll always be back to seven in the end. you were as beautiful as the apples heād carve while you were on his mind during evenings, glistening in the sunset, their shine never dulling as they design came to be the longer epel worked. in a sense you were like thatāexcept youād built yourself up from the ground, keeping yourself strong to bear through the troubles of your time at night raven. and epelād been your supporter as long as youād known and been a friend of him.
ā and now you bear the fruits of your success, and heās thankful that heād managed to bring himself to a smile at the good news that youād managed to finally find your way back to your own world, the world you belonged to. not the world youāve only spent a school year in. heād never bite into a bitter apple on accident, far too acidic with a metallic aftertaste; but it feels like he did, as he thinks of how many apples will have rotten, that one singular apple you ate right before leaving, that you forgot to throw out and left on your old bedside table.
ā allow him to hold onto your hands gently, as he whispers to you that heād like, if ever even possible, for you to return, maybe one day. heās barely paying attention to that bitter taste, a dry gulp as he tries not to make his upset audible to you, leaving his tears silent. he lets you dry those tears, not even caring that it should be himself doing it, heāll let himself be taken care of you again just once. he wonders what the apples of your world taste like. youāve talked about the differences between your worlds before, and how nice your world seems from what you tell, so vastly different compared to his, and he commends you for your commitment to returning. heād want to return to his own world under your circumstances, too.
ā so he clenches onto the hem of his shirt, feeling as though he might give in to his impulsive thoughts if not, his growing desire to never let you go, run up to you and hug you ever so tightly to spend eternity with you.
s. zigvolt
ā youāve always seemed to find a way to make things refreshing. sebekās read ever so many books in night ravenās library, itās one of his more favored hobbies after all. and ever since your friendship grew he always seemed to search for your thoughts and opinions more. he doesnāt truly understand, how a human, a magicless one at that, from another world like you managed to find your way by his side. maybe thatās just because you were doomed to leave it. humans were always trouble, right? to think youād leave this type of stain on him. no, noāhe could never blame you. as it goes, right person, wrong time. . . and place.
ā he grew to be fond of your commentary, your view of things. there would always be aspects of the two of you respectively that clashed, and yet even so here you were. actually, he thinks about your informal first meeting. how he rolled his eyes indifferent to your figure, considering you just another clumsy human who he knew would stumble about. sure there may have been times you had two left feet, but you sure proved him wrong didnāt you, hm? the title of the ramshackle prefect becoming renowned, a prefect who could never be replaced or mimicked, not you, never you.
ā once upon a time, you invited him over to ramshackle to read a book together, one heād apparently not yet to have read. the evening was lovelier than heād yet expected, having fun sharing your thoughts together and making light conversation between pages. the evenings to nights feel so much lonelier without you. in literature, it hangs in the silence of its realm, alone as some think it. he once respected it as a nice metaphor within the books heās readāyet now he seems to sympathize with the moon, its solitude compared to others which had more moons to surround it.
ā maybe some day āonce upon a timeā will turn into āand they lived happy ever afterā, and those words will belong to him. and then, he can share them with you.
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rather melodramatic arenāt you?ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć,ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć ;; summary. āso it seems, youāve finally found your way back home.ā
characters. first years : ace trappola , deuce spade , jack howl, epel felmier , sebek zigvolt ( separate ) ;; romantic ( implied ) angst . šļø tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, angst with romance sprinkled in i sāpose ( can still be friendship seen,, i think.. ), blah blah angst
š” _a/n. mmmm, been listening to tv girl a lot more like i used to, ended up coming up w this. still not the best w angst but we stay rollin ( also, cigarettes out the window >> )
a. trappola
ā he was always the one who kept everyoneās mind off the topic of you going homeāmaking the mood lighter so no one would be upset again, especially you. but ace canāt deny how distraught he is, when it comes the time for you to finally, finally go. heās happy for you, never doubt for a fact that he is. but thereās that one part of him that never wants to let you go. youāve been friends all this time, havenāt you? then again, this school year with him has always been more of an experience for you, hm.. like an emotional rollercoaster until you make it home, and things will go back to normal, to your usual.
ā he knew that much, that one day you would say your final farewells and that he would have to turn his back and go on with his life, the rest of his school year, without you by his side. without a magicless prefect who turned his world upside down, without a magicless prefect to spend his time with, without a magicless prefect whom he held ever so dear to his heart. maybe your time spent with him was just a waiting game before you could return to your norm. but his time spent with you made his heart full, as if you were everything he wanted and more.
ā but he can let go, canāt he? not like heās making lighthearted jokes here and there, about what itād be like if you were to stick around, even if for a little while longer. he eventually holds his pinky out to you, in a moment of bitter weakness ( to him and him only ), that if the chance ever comes to fruition that itās not a one way trip, youāll return to night raven and stay friends, stay together with him. and it becomes a promise, pinky sworn and all. he tells himself he can swallow his bitter tears and see you off, yet he leaves deep, ragged breaths in his wake when you hug him tightly and tell him youāll miss him, no matter how the circumstances may end up.
ā you should know at least that much, left to digest it as you go back home, that heāll miss you tooāand though he may leave this out, unless heās caught in a moment of weakness truth, youāll always be on his mind.
d. spade
ā deuce always felt such a pain in his heart whenever he comes to the recollection ( sometimes random, but then comes the times youāre forced to remind him you may not be there forever ), that youāre doomed to leave him behind as you return, to your family, to your friends of before. his hopes for you to see his graduate, to stay together being each otherās best friends, to just stay by each otherās side, heād accept just being in your proximity. how he loved, and will never stop loving your words of kindness, words thatāll never leave the back of his mind, words heāll never let go.
ā how many times youāve affirmed and reaffirmed your friendship and fondness toward him with those words, he canāt recall. or maybe he does; heāll keep those memories with him until the ends of times, and whatever voice messages you may have sent him when you finally got your phone will be treasured and stored forever. oh, but how heād like to not need that in the first place. how will he go on, without your kind words ringing delightfully in his ears? heād never be able to bring himself to forget your voice, even if he canāt hear it in the present, heāll hold it dearly as he looks to the past.
ā he could never go against your wishes to return home, though. he knows for a fact itās all youāve wanted, and heāll never say he wouldnāt want the same for himself if he were ever in your situationāhe couldnāt even imagine that much, he always commended your strength to get as far as youāve gotten now. but he finds himself asking you, if youāll ever forget him. reaffirm him once more with your words; tell him that you wonāt for as long as you live. that youāve treasured the times youāve spent together.
ā because, let it be clear, heāll treasure those times just as much as you, heāll treasure them forever, and when forever ends, heāll treasure them more.
j. howl
ā he recalls all those times he shyly managed to bring himself to do little things for you, wake you up in class when you felt tired, remind you to straighten out your uniform, anything to silently tell you he respects and cherishes his friendship with you. jack recalls the times you returned the favor, watering his cacti with him, and thanking him for everything he does. just smiling at him makes him happy. but he accepts, with a heavier than he expected heart, that these times will become nothing one day. a day thatās come and approaches now.
ā heād like to send you off easily, but āeasilyā will never belong in the end. maybe when your friendship first bloomed he could huff and pout about how you were barely friends, and he just ācouldnāt let the bad things happening around you go down the way they wereā. but if he didnāt admit how much of a likening he took to the time heās spent with you, he could never live with himself. still, he knows heāll have to see your smile only once more before never seeing it again, anyway. he finds it difficult, actually, trying to remember how he spent his time when you werenāt there, a time before you. when in the early mornings you werenāt there to greet him, no matter the mood amongst you.
ā but in his heart stays all the things youāve done for each other, and all the things he still wishes he could do, but he knows time will never stop for that. even so, heāll praise you for your hard work, everything youāve done thatās gotten you so far as to return to your loved ones. thereās a part that gnaws at him though, that heāll have to get used to a routine that doesnāt involve you. it was so often, how youād greet him and heād greet you, sometimes youād eat lunch together and on a good day, maybe youād join him on a run, even if it did end with you laying against the wall because of how exhausted you were. and heād scold you, telling you not to overexert yourself.
ā at least heās certain youāll take care of yourself back home, since he asked carefully about your health and you reassured him. still a shame, though, that he could never introduce you to his family.
e. felmier
ā he gifted you a nicely carved apple, once. epel figured you may like it, at least he hoped you would. heās long since found you cool, someone he saw as the confident, ever so diligent prefect to be admired. but eightās a crowd; itāll always be back to seven in the end. you were as beautiful as the apples heād carve while you were on his mind during evenings, glistening in the sunset, their shine never dulling as they design came to be the longer epel worked. in a sense you were like thatāexcept youād built yourself up from the ground, keeping yourself strong to bear through the troubles of your time at night raven. and epelād been your supporter as long as youād known and been a friend of him.
ā and now you bear the fruits of your success, and heās thankful that heād managed to bring himself to a smile at the good news that youād managed to finally find your way back to your own world, the world you belonged to. not the world youāve only spent a school year in. heād never bite into a bitter apple on accident, far too acidic with a metallic aftertaste; but it feels like he did, as he thinks of how many apples will have rotten, that one singular apple you ate right before leaving, that you forgot to throw out and left on your old bedside table.
ā allow him to hold onto your hands gently, as he whispers to you that heād like, if ever even possible, for you to return, maybe one day. heās barely paying attention to that bitter taste, a dry gulp as he tries not to make his upset audible to you, leaving his tears silent. he lets you dry those tears, not even caring that it should be himself doing it, heāll let himself be taken care of you again just once. he wonders what the apples of your world taste like. youāve talked about the differences between your worlds before, and how nice your world seems from what you tell, so vastly different compared to his, and he commends you for your commitment to returning. heād want to return to his own world under your circumstances, too.
ā so he clenches onto the hem of his shirt, feeling as though he might give in to his impulsive thoughts if not, his growing desire to never let you go, run up to you and hug you ever so tightly to spend eternity with you.
s. zigvolt
ā youāve always seemed to find a way to make things refreshing. sebekās read ever so many books in night ravenās library, itās one of his more favored hobbies after all. and ever since your friendship grew he always seemed to search for your thoughts and opinions more. he doesnāt truly understand, how a human, a magicless one at that, from another world like you managed to find your way by his side. maybe thatās just because you were doomed to leave it. humans were always trouble, right? to think youād leave this type of stain on him. no, noāhe could never blame you. as it goes, right person, wrong time. . . and place.
ā he grew to be fond of your commentary, your view of things. there would always be aspects of the two of you respectively that clashed, and yet even so here you were. actually, he thinks about your informal first meeting. how he rolled his eyes indifferent to your figure, considering you just another clumsy human who he knew would stumble about. sure there may have been times you had two left feet, but you sure proved him wrong didnāt you, hm? the title of the ramshackle prefect becoming renowned, a prefect who could never be replaced or mimicked, not you, never you.
ā once upon a time, you invited him over to ramshackle to read a book together, one heād apparently not yet to have read. the evening was lovelier than heād yet expected, having fun sharing your thoughts together and making light conversation between pages. the evenings to nights feel so much lonelier without you. in literature, it hangs in the silence of its realm, alone as some think it. he once respected it as a nice metaphor within the books heās readāyet now he seems to sympathize with the moon, its solitude compared to others which had more moons to surround it.
ā maybe some day āonce upon a timeā will turn into āand they lived happy ever afterā, and those words will belong to him. and then, he can share them with you.
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rather melodramatic arenāt you?ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć,ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć ;; summary. āso it seems, youāve finally found your way back home.ā
characters. first years : ace trappola , deuce spade , jack howl, epel felmier , sebek zigvolt ( separate ) ;; romantic ( implied ) angst . šļø tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, angst with romance sprinkled in i sāpose ( can still be friendship seen,, i think.. ), blah blah angst
š” _a/n. mmmm, been listening to tv girl a lot more like i used to, ended up coming up w this. still not the best w angst but we stay rollin ( also, cigarettes out the window >> )
a. trappola
ā he was always the one who kept everyoneās mind off the topic of you going homeāmaking the mood lighter so no one would be upset again, especially you. but ace canāt deny how distraught he is, when it comes the time for you to finally, finally go. heās happy for you, never doubt for a fact that he is. but thereās that one part of him that never wants to let you go. youāve been friends all this time, havenāt you? then again, this school year with him has always been more of an experience for you, hm.. like an emotional rollercoaster until you make it home, and things will go back to normal, to your usual.
ā he knew that much, that one day you would say your final farewells and that he would have to turn his back and go on with his life, the rest of his school year, without you by his side. without a magicless prefect who turned his world upside down, without a magicless prefect to spend his time with, without a magicless prefect whom he held ever so dear to his heart. maybe your time spent with him was just a waiting game before you could return to your norm. but his time spent with you made his heart full, as if you were everything he wanted and more.
ā but he can let go, canāt he? not like heās making lighthearted jokes here and there, about what itād be like if you were to stick around, even if for a little while longer. he eventually holds his pinky out to you, in a moment of bitter weakness ( to him and him only ), that if the chance ever comes to fruition that itās not a one way trip, youāll return to night raven and stay friends, stay together with him. and it becomes a promise, pinky sworn and all. he tells himself he can swallow his bitter tears and see you off, yet he leaves deep, ragged breaths in his wake when you hug him tightly and tell him youāll miss him, no matter how the circumstances may end up.
ā you should know at least that much, left to digest it as you go back home, that heāll miss you tooāand though he may leave this out, unless heās caught in a moment of weakness truth, youāll always be on his mind.
d. spade
ā deuce always felt such a pain in his heart whenever he comes to the recollection ( sometimes random, but then comes the times youāre forced to remind him you may not be there forever ), that youāre doomed to leave him behind as you return, to your family, to your friends of before. his hopes for you to see his graduate, to stay together being each otherās best friends, to just stay by each otherās side, heād accept just being in your proximity. how he loved, and will never stop loving your words of kindness, words thatāll never leave the back of his mind, words heāll never let go.
ā how many times youāve affirmed and reaffirmed your friendship and fondness toward him with those words, he canāt recall. or maybe he does; heāll keep those memories with him until the ends of times, and whatever voice messages you may have sent him when you finally got your phone will be treasured and stored forever. oh, but how heād like to not need that in the first place. how will he go on, without your kind words ringing delightfully in his ears? heād never be able to bring himself to forget your voice, even if he canāt hear it in the present, heāll hold it dearly as he looks to the past.
ā he could never go against your wishes to return home, though. he knows for a fact itās all youāve wanted, and heāll never say he wouldnāt want the same for himself if he were ever in your situationāhe couldnāt even imagine that much, he always commended your strength to get as far as youāve gotten now. but he finds himself asking you, if youāll ever forget him. reaffirm him once more with your words; tell him that you wonāt for as long as you live. that youāve treasured the times youāve spent together.
ā because, let it be clear, heāll treasure those times just as much as you, heāll treasure them forever, and when forever ends, heāll treasure them more.
j. howl
ā he recalls all those times he shyly managed to bring himself to do little things for you, wake you up in class when you felt tired, remind you to straighten out your uniform, anything to silently tell you he respects and cherishes his friendship with you. jack recalls the times you returned the favor, watering his cacti with him, and thanking him for everything he does. just smiling at him makes him happy. but he accepts, with a heavier than he expected heart, that these times will become nothing one day. a day thatās come and approaches now.
ā heād like to send you off easily, but āeasilyā will never belong in the end. maybe when your friendship first bloomed he could huff and pout about how you were barely friends, and he just ācouldnāt let the bad things happening around you go down the way they wereā. but if he didnāt admit how much of a likening he took to the time heās spent with you, he could never live with himself. still, he knows heāll have to see your smile only once more before never seeing it again, anyway. he finds it difficult, actually, trying to remember how he spent his time when you werenāt there, a time before you. when in the early mornings you werenāt there to greet him, no matter the mood amongst you.
ā but in his heart stays all the things youāve done for each other, and all the things he still wishes he could do, but he knows time will never stop for that. even so, heāll praise you for your hard work, everything youāve done thatās gotten you so far as to return to your loved ones. thereās a part that gnaws at him though, that heāll have to get used to a routine that doesnāt involve you. it was so often, how youād greet him and heād greet you, sometimes youād eat lunch together and on a good day, maybe youād join him on a run, even if it did end with you laying against the wall because of how exhausted you were. and heād scold you, telling you not to overexert yourself.
ā at least heās certain youāll take care of yourself back home, since he asked carefully about your health and you reassured him. still a shame, though, that he could never introduce you to his family.
e. felmier
ā he gifted you a nicely carved apple, once. epel figured you may like it, at least he hoped you would. heās long since found you cool, someone he saw as the confident, ever so diligent prefect to be admired. but eightās a crowd; itāll always be back to seven in the end. you were as beautiful as the apples heād carve while you were on his mind during evenings, glistening in the sunset, their shine never dulling as they design came to be the longer epel worked. in a sense you were like thatāexcept youād built yourself up from the ground, keeping yourself strong to bear through the troubles of your time at night raven. and epelād been your supporter as long as youād known and been a friend of him.
ā and now you bear the fruits of your success, and heās thankful that heād managed to bring himself to a smile at the good news that youād managed to finally find your way back to your own world, the world you belonged to. not the world youāve only spent a school year in. heād never bite into a bitter apple on accident, far too acidic with a metallic aftertaste; but it feels like he did, as he thinks of how many apples will have rotten, that one singular apple you ate right before leaving, that you forgot to throw out and left on your old bedside table.
ā allow him to hold onto your hands gently, as he whispers to you that heād like, if ever even possible, for you to return, maybe one day. heās barely paying attention to that bitter taste, a dry gulp as he tries not to make his upset audible to you, leaving his tears silent. he lets you dry those tears, not even caring that it should be himself doing it, heāll let himself be taken care of you again just once. he wonders what the apples of your world taste like. youāve talked about the differences between your worlds before, and how nice your world seems from what you tell, so vastly different compared to his, and he commends you for your commitment to returning. heād want to return to his own world under your circumstances, too.
ā so he clenches onto the hem of his shirt, feeling as though he might give in to his impulsive thoughts if not, his growing desire to never let you go, run up to you and hug you ever so tightly to spend eternity with you.
s. zigvolt
ā youāve always seemed to find a way to make things refreshing. sebekās read ever so many books in night ravenās library, itās one of his more favored hobbies after all. and ever since your friendship grew he always seemed to search for your thoughts and opinions more. he doesnāt truly understand, how a human, a magicless one at that, from another world like you managed to find your way by his side. maybe thatās just because you were doomed to leave it. humans were always trouble, right? to think youād leave this type of stain on him. no, noāhe could never blame you. as it goes, right person, wrong time. . . and place.
ā he grew to be fond of your commentary, your view of things. there would always be aspects of the two of you respectively that clashed, and yet even so here you were. actually, he thinks about your informal first meeting. how he rolled his eyes indifferent to your figure, considering you just another clumsy human who he knew would stumble about. sure there may have been times you had two left feet, but you sure proved him wrong didnāt you, hm? the title of the ramshackle prefect becoming renowned, a prefect who could never be replaced or mimicked, not you, never you.
ā once upon a time, you invited him over to ramshackle to read a book together, one heād apparently not yet to have read. the evening was lovelier than heād yet expected, having fun sharing your thoughts together and making light conversation between pages. the evenings to nights feel so much lonelier without you. in literature, it hangs in the silence of its realm, alone as some think it. he once respected it as a nice metaphor within the books heās readāyet now he seems to sympathize with the moon, its solitude compared to others which had more moons to surround it.
ā maybe some day āonce upon a timeā will turn into āand they lived happy ever afterā, and those words will belong to him. and then, he can share them with you.
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04/8/24ās delivery š¹āļø twisted wonderland
rather melodramatic arenāt you?ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć,ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć ;; summary. āso it seems, youāve finally found your way back home.ā
characters. first years : ace trappola , deuce spade , jack howl, epel felmier , sebek zigvolt ( separate ) ;; romantic ( implied ) angst . šļø tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, angst with romance sprinkled in i sāpose ( can still be friendship seen,, i think.. ), blah blah angst
š” _a/n. mmmm, been listening to tv girl a lot more like i used to, ended up coming up w this. still not the best w angst but we stay rollin ( also, cigarettes out the window >> )
a. trappola
ā he was always the one who kept everyoneās mind off the topic of you going homeāmaking the mood lighter so no one would be upset again, especially you. but ace canāt deny how distraught he is, when it comes the time for you to finally, finally go. heās happy for you, never doubt for a fact that he is. but thereās that one part of him that never wants to let you go. youāve been friends all this time, havenāt you? then again, this school year with him has always been more of an experience for you, hm.. like an emotional rollercoaster until you make it home, and things will go back to normal, to your usual.
ā he knew that much, that one day you would say your final farewells and that he would have to turn his back and go on with his life, the rest of his school year, without you by his side. without a magicless prefect who turned his world upside down, without a magicless prefect to spend his time with, without a magicless prefect whom he held ever so dear to his heart. maybe your time spent with him was just a waiting game before you could return to your norm. but his time spent with you made his heart full, as if you were everything he wanted and more.
ā but he can let go, canāt he? not like heās making lighthearted jokes here and there, about what itād be like if you were to stick around, even if for a little while longer. he eventually holds his pinky out to you, in a moment of bitter weakness ( to him and him only ), that if the chance ever comes to fruition that itās not a one way trip, youāll return to night raven and stay friends, stay together with him. and it becomes a promise, pinky sworn and all. he tells himself he can swallow his bitter tears and see you off, yet he leaves deep, ragged breaths in his wake when you hug him tightly and tell him youāll miss him, no matter how the circumstances may end up.
ā you should know at least that much, left to digest it as you go back home, that heāll miss you tooāand though he may leave this out, unless heās caught in a moment of weakness truth, youāll always be on his mind.
d. spade
ā deuce always felt such a pain in his heart whenever he comes to the recollection ( sometimes random, but then comes the times youāre forced to remind him you may not be there forever ), that youāre doomed to leave him behind as you return, to your family, to your friends of before. his hopes for you to see his graduate, to stay together being each otherās best friends, to just stay by each otherās side, heād accept just being in your proximity. how he loved, and will never stop loving your words of kindness, words thatāll never leave the back of his mind, words heāll never let go.
ā how many times youāve affirmed and reaffirmed your friendship and fondness toward him with those words, he canāt recall. or maybe he does; heāll keep those memories with him until the ends of times, and whatever voice messages you may have sent him when you finally got your phone will be treasured and stored forever. oh, but how heād like to not need that in the first place. how will he go on, without your kind words ringing delightfully in his ears? heād never be able to bring himself to forget your voice, even if he canāt hear it in the present, heāll hold it dearly as he looks to the past.
ā he could never go against your wishes to return home, though. he knows for a fact itās all youāve wanted, and heāll never say he wouldnāt want the same for himself if he were ever in your situationāhe couldnāt even imagine that much, he always commended your strength to get as far as youāve gotten now. but he finds himself asking you, if youāll ever forget him. reaffirm him once more with your words; tell him that you wonāt for as long as you live. that youāve treasured the times youāve spent together.
ā because, let it be clear, heāll treasure those times just as much as you, heāll treasure them forever, and when forever ends, heāll treasure them more.
j. howl
ā he recalls all those times he shyly managed to bring himself to do little things for you, wake you up in class when you felt tired, remind you to straighten out your uniform, anything to silently tell you he respects and cherishes his friendship with you. jack recalls the times you returned the favor, watering his cacti with him, and thanking him for everything he does. just smiling at him makes him happy. but he accepts, with a heavier than he expected heart, that these times will become nothing one day. a day thatās come and approaches now.
ā heād like to send you off easily, but āeasilyā will never belong in the end. maybe when your friendship first bloomed he could huff and pout about how you were barely friends, and he just ācouldnāt let the bad things happening around you go down the way they wereā. but if he didnāt admit how much of a likening he took to the time heās spent with you, he could never live with himself. still, he knows heāll have to see your smile only once more before never seeing it again, anyway. he finds it difficult, actually, trying to remember how he spent his time when you werenāt there, a time before you. when in the early mornings you werenāt there to greet him, no matter the mood amongst you.
ā but in his heart stays all the things youāve done for each other, and all the things he still wishes he could do, but he knows time will never stop for that. even so, heāll praise you for your hard work, everything youāve done thatās gotten you so far as to return to your loved ones. thereās a part that gnaws at him though, that heāll have to get used to a routine that doesnāt involve you. it was so often, how youād greet him and heād greet you, sometimes youād eat lunch together and on a good day, maybe youād join him on a run, even if it did end with you laying against the wall because of how exhausted you were. and heād scold you, telling you not to overexert yourself.
ā at least heās certain youāll take care of yourself back home, since he asked carefully about your health and you reassured him. still a shame, though, that he could never introduce you to his family.
e. felmier
ā he gifted you a nicely carved apple, once. epel figured you may like it, at least he hoped you would. heās long since found you cool, someone he saw as the confident, ever so diligent prefect to be admired. but eightās a crowd; itāll always be back to seven in the end. you were as beautiful as the apples heād carve while you were on his mind during evenings, glistening in the sunset, their shine never dulling as they design came to be the longer epel worked. in a sense you were like thatāexcept youād built yourself up from the ground, keeping yourself strong to bear through the troubles of your time at night raven. and epelād been your supporter as long as youād known and been a friend of him.
ā and now you bear the fruits of your success, and heās thankful that heād managed to bring himself to a smile at the good news that youād managed to finally find your way back to your own world, the world you belonged to. not the world youāve only spent a school year in. heād never bite into a bitter apple on accident, far too acidic with a metallic aftertaste; but it feels like he did, as he thinks of how many apples will have rotten, that one singular apple you ate right before leaving, that you forgot to throw out and left on your old bedside table.
ā allow him to hold onto your hands gently, as he whispers to you that heād like, if ever even possible, for you to return, maybe one day. heās barely paying attention to that bitter taste, a dry gulp as he tries not to make his upset audible to you, leaving his tears silent. he lets you dry those tears, not even caring that it should be himself doing it, heāll let himself be taken care of you again just once. he wonders what the apples of your world taste like. youāve talked about the differences between your worlds before, and how nice your world seems from what you tell, so vastly different compared to his, and he commends you for your commitment to returning. heād want to return to his own world under your circumstances, too.
ā so he clenches onto the hem of his shirt, feeling as though he might give in to his impulsive thoughts if not, his growing desire to never let you go, run up to you and hug you ever so tightly to spend eternity with you.
s. zigvolt
ā youāve always seemed to find a way to make things refreshing. sebekās read ever so many books in night ravenās library, itās one of his more favored hobbies after all. and ever since your friendship grew he always seemed to search for your thoughts and opinions more. he doesnāt truly understand, how a human, a magicless one at that, from another world like you managed to find your way by his side. maybe thatās just because you were doomed to leave it. humans were always trouble, right? to think youād leave this type of stain on him. no, noāhe could never blame you. as it goes, right person, wrong time. . . and place.
ā he grew to be fond of your commentary, your view of things. there would always be aspects of the two of you respectively that clashed, and yet even so here you were. actually, he thinks about your informal first meeting. how he rolled his eyes indifferent to your figure, considering you just another clumsy human who he knew would stumble about. sure there may have been times you had two left feet, but you sure proved him wrong didnāt you, hm? the title of the ramshackle prefect becoming renowned, a prefect who could never be replaced or mimicked, not you, never you.
ā once upon a time, you invited him over to ramshackle to read a book together, one heād apparently not yet to have read. the evening was lovelier than heād yet expected, having fun sharing your thoughts together and making light conversation between pages. the evenings to nights feel so much lonelier without you. in literature, it hangs in the silence of its realm, alone as some think it. he once respected it as a nice metaphor within the books heās readāyet now he seems to sympathize with the moon, its solitude compared to others which had more moons to surround it.
ā maybe some day āonce upon a timeā will turn into āand they lived happy ever afterā, and those words will belong to him. and then, he can share them with you.
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200 FOLLOWERS IS CRAZY?! tysm guys iāll find a way to celebrate this properly uhh,, soon,,
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waaaa thank you coward tweels thank you, for unflopping my tumblr works..
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YOU GET IT š£ļøš£ļø forever loving tweels being cowards šš
04/02/24ās delivery š¹āļø twisted wonderland
<3 stood still, when we first metć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć,ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć ;; summary. āeels are covardesāhence how the tweels are when it comes to romance.ā
characters. octavinelle : floyd leech , jade leech ( separate ) ;; romantic . šļø tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, pre-relationship, romantic fluff
š” _a/n. āthe tweels could never be flusteredā this, āthe tweels are slick when it comes to romanceā that.. i choose FREEDOMMMM!!
f. leech
ā itās a sure fact; eels are cowards, and with no exceptions, as is floyd. think him as intimidating, scary, a mereel whoās more than willing to terrorize a few people if it seems fun enough. but deep down, heās very much a coward. at the very least, that much is true when it comes to who interests him mostāyou. he canāt recall exactly when you caught his heart, like a fisherman after some catfish for his dinner. but he knows for a fact, and remembers how all of a sudden you sent his heart a flutter. maybe, so long as youāre attentive enough, youāll notice the way he tries ( and fails ) to hide his mushy smily face that makes it ever so obvious how much he truly finds himself infatuated with you, the way he at times twiddles his thumbs when you joke together like he wants to say something more, but his nerves leave him to back down.
ā after all; despite their frightening features, especially floyd all things considered, eels are cowards. oh, but thatās alright, because even if he canāt seem to spit out even the words āyouāre real nice lookin!ā, at least thereās the true fact that, lo and behold, youāre capable. go ahead, be physically affectionate with him, tease him a bit so long as heās in a good mood, just return the favor of romance. all of it, are things he absolutely lives for. especially when it comes to physical affection, even just a teasing hand hold is enough to get him flustered and looking away from you, albeit with a pout.
ā really, he tries ( and still fails ) to tease you back, but when it comes to you, it really doesnāt seem to work, does it? āboo, shrimpy..youāre no funnn..ā heāll pout, and he pouts even more when you just giggle in response. whatāll be the ticking point though, for him to sum up his courage and confess to you? thatās where a gift comes ināsome shiny jewelry, specifically speaking, a necklace. surprise him from behind and put it on, maybe let your touch linger around his neck. especially then, you can take the time to adore his ever so flustered face.
ā he can barely keep in his sheepish delight, so mark his words, by after school hours heās hunting you down over to ramshackle; albeit you get their first, so despite his nervousness telling him to run away, he knocks on your door, forcing himself to with his other hand. thus when you finally open the door, he proceeds to immediately envelop you in a hug, and pay attention to the way he kept the necklace on, as it clinked softly against your bodies at the quick movement. āeh, shrimpy..you like me right? thatās why you gave me this pretty stuff?ā heāll ask, head nuzzled into your neck like heās scared to see if you reject the notion, so go ahead and pat his head and tell him outright, that you love him. so floyd summons bravery once more with his toothy grin, and gives you a peck on the cheeks in his glee.
j. leech
ā when the jaws open wide ān then it gets all shy, thatās a moorayyy..and thatās also jade. indeed more reserved, though still as menacing as floyd, and yet so long as you push the right buttons, itās rather easy to get him flustered. as equal a coward as his brother, but his usual smooth, calm-face helps him a bit, though he clasps a clenched fist to keep himself from trying to hold your hand in case youād rather not and his eyes dart around when he tries to make eye contact with you. maybe heād be good at hiding his feelings, if not for the way he hitches when you give him even the slightest of affection, like grabbing at the fabric of his sleeve to take him to eat lunch with you.
ā he can go ahead and try to be suave, especially with his ādo be gentle with meā, but well and goodness believe that he goes to bed kicking his feet and giggling like a high school girl whenever you act smoothly in reply. at the very least, your blatant honesty with your compliments and praise evens out with his cowardice that causes him to suck in a breath, leaving him without the ability to come up with a smooth comeback. give him some time to lessen his fluster, to keep up his reputation as the āhumble, gentleā mereel his first impressions leave him to be.
ā and goodness, how heās left with a flushed face whenever you give him princess treatment, run your fingers through his hair and offer to feed him food when he teasingly suggests it ( and his mind is like tv static..he didnāt expect it, but he really, really enjoyed it!! ). but to finally get the feeling across so he feels comfortable enough to know his love is requited .. youāre going to have to be direct here, and ask if heād like to have dinner with you at ramshackle. at that point, no matter how impressive he may have been in hiding his shyness before, heās just barely keeping himself together from stuttering when he agrees, his sharp teeth showing just barely then.
ā for just one last time, feed him some food as you eat together, in comfortable silence before jade finally collects himself once he realizes you truly arenāt just teasing him, that you really did ask him out on a date, which he was brave enough to accept. maybe he lets a nervous chuckle before he takes hold of his utensils, still barely able to look you in the eye, unsure of how he managed to gather the bravery to do it even just then. āfor you to treat me ever so kindly like this..ā and just a slight quiver in his voice which he berates himself over, āby any chance..have you taken a liking to me?ā and that, then, is when you can confessāask to kiss him if youād like, his stomach will do twirls sure; but heāll say yes.
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<3 stood still, when we first metć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć,ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć ;; summary. āeels are covardesāhence how the tweels are when it comes to romance.ā
characters. octavinelle : floyd leech , jade leech ( separate ) ;; romantic . šļø tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, pre-relationship, romantic fluff
š” _a/n. āthe tweels could never be flusteredā this, āthe tweels are slick when it comes to romanceā that.. i choose FREEDOMMMM!!
f. leech
ā itās a sure fact; eels are cowards, and with no exceptions, as is floyd. think him as intimidating, scary, a mereel whoās more than willing to terrorize a few people if it seems fun enough. but deep down, heās very much a coward. at the very least, that much is true when it comes to who interests him mostāyou. he canāt recall exactly when you caught his heart, like a fisherman after some catfish for his dinner. but he knows for a fact, and remembers how all of a sudden you sent his heart a flutter. maybe, so long as youāre attentive enough, youāll notice the way he tries ( and fails ) to hide his mushy smily face that makes it ever so obvious how much he truly finds himself infatuated with you, the way he at times twiddles his thumbs when you joke together like he wants to say something more, but his nerves leave him to back down.
ā after all; despite their frightening features, especially floyd all things considered, eels are cowards. oh, but thatās alright, because even if he canāt seem to spit out even the words āyouāre real nice lookin!ā, at least thereās the true fact that, lo and behold, youāre capable. go ahead, be physically affectionate with him, tease him a bit so long as heās in a good mood, just return the favor of romance. all of it, are things he absolutely lives for. especially when it comes to physical affection, even just a teasing hand hold is enough to get him flustered and looking away from you, albeit with a pout.
ā really, he tries ( and still fails ) to tease you back, but when it comes to you, it really doesnāt seem to work, does it? āboo, shrimpy..youāre no funnn..ā heāll pout, and he pouts even more when you just giggle in response. whatāll be the ticking point though, for him to sum up his courage and confess to you? thatās where a gift comes ināsome shiny jewelry, specifically speaking, a necklace. surprise him from behind and put it on, maybe let your touch linger around his neck. especially then, you can take the time to adore his ever so flustered face.
ā he can barely keep in his sheepish delight, so mark his words, by after school hours heās hunting you down over to ramshackle; albeit you get their first, so despite his nervousness telling him to run away, he knocks on your door, forcing himself to with his other hand. thus when you finally open the door, he proceeds to immediately envelop you in a hug, and pay attention to the way he kept the necklace on, as it clinked softly against your bodies at the quick movement. āeh, shrimpy..you like me right? thatās why you gave me this pretty stuff?ā heāll ask, head nuzzled into your neck like heās scared to see if you reject the notion, so go ahead and pat his head and tell him outright, that you love him. so floyd summons bravery once more with his toothy grin, and gives you a peck on the cheeks in his glee.
j. leech
ā when the jaws open wide ān then it gets all shy, thatās a moorayyy..and thatās also jade. indeed more reserved, though still as menacing as floyd, and yet so long as you push the right buttons, itās rather easy to get him flustered. as equal a coward as his brother, but his usual smooth, calm-face helps him a bit, though he clasps a clenched fist to keep himself from trying to hold your hand in case youād rather not and his eyes dart around when he tries to make eye contact with you. maybe heād be good at hiding his feelings, if not for the way he hitches when you give him even the slightest of affection, like grabbing at the fabric of his sleeve to take him to eat lunch with you.
ā he can go ahead and try to be suave, especially with his ādo be gentle with meā, but well and goodness believe that he goes to bed kicking his feet and giggling like a high school girl whenever you act smoothly in reply. at the very least, your blatant honesty with your compliments and praise evens out with his cowardice that causes him to suck in a breath, leaving him without the ability to come up with a smooth comeback. give him some time to lessen his fluster, to keep up his reputation as the āhumble, gentleā mereel his first impressions leave him to be.
ā and goodness, how heās left with a flushed face whenever you give him princess treatment, run your fingers through his hair and offer to feed him food when he teasingly suggests it ( and his mind is like tv static..he didnāt expect it, but he really, really enjoyed it!! ). but to finally get the feeling across so he feels comfortable enough to know his love is requited .. youāre going to have to be direct here, and ask if heād like to have dinner with you at ramshackle. at that point, no matter how impressive he may have been in hiding his shyness before, heās just barely keeping himself together from stuttering when he agrees, his sharp teeth showing just barely then.
ā for just one last time, feed him some food as you eat together, in comfortable silence before jade finally collects himself once he realizes you truly arenāt just teasing him, that you really did ask him out on a date, which he was brave enough to accept. maybe he lets a nervous chuckle before he takes hold of his utensils, still barely able to look you in the eye, unsure of how he managed to gather the bravery to do it even just then. āfor you to treat me ever so kindly like this..ā and just a slight quiver in his voice which he berates himself over, āby any chance..have you taken a liking to me?ā and that, then, is when you can confessāask to kiss him if youād like, his stomach will do twirls sure; but heļæ½ļæ½ll say yes.
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<3 stood still, when we first metć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć,ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć ;; summary. āeels are covardesāhence how the tweels are when it comes to romance.ā
characters. octavinelle : floyd leech , jade leech ( separate ) ;; romantic . šļø tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, pre-relationship, romantic fluff
š” _a/n. āthe tweels could never be flusteredā this, āthe tweels are slick when it comes to romanceā that.. i choose FREEDOMMMM!!
f. leech
ā itās a sure fact; eels are cowards, and with no exceptions, as is floyd. think him as intimidating, scary, a mereel whoās more than willing to terrorize a few people if it seems fun enough. but deep down, heās very much a coward. at the very least, that much is true when it comes to who interests him mostāyou. he canāt recall exactly when you caught his heart, like a fisherman after some catfish for his dinner. but he knows for a fact, and remembers how all of a sudden you sent his heart a flutter. maybe, so long as youāre attentive enough, youāll notice the way he tries ( and fails ) to hide his mushy smily face that makes it ever so obvious how much he truly finds himself infatuated with you, the way he at times twiddles his thumbs when you joke together like he wants to say something more, but his nerves leave him to back down.
ā after all; despite their frightening features, especially floyd all things considered, eels are cowards. oh, but thatās alright, because even if he canāt seem to spit out even the words āyouāre real nice lookin!ā, at least thereās the true fact that, lo and behold, youāre capable. go ahead, be physically affectionate with him, tease him a bit so long as heās in a good mood, just return the favor of romance. all of it, are things he absolutely lives for. especially when it comes to physical affection, even just a teasing hand hold is enough to get him flustered and looking away from you, albeit with a pout.
ā really, he tries ( and still fails ) to tease you back, but when it comes to you, it really doesnāt seem to work, does it? āboo, shrimpy..youāre no funnn..ā heāll pout, and he pouts even more when you just giggle in response. whatāll be the ticking point though, for him to sum up his courage and confess to you? thatās where a gift comes ināsome shiny jewelry, specifically speaking, a necklace. surprise him from behind and put it on, maybe let your touch linger around his neck. especially then, you can take the time to adore his ever so flustered face.
ā he can barely keep in his sheepish delight, so mark his words, by after school hours heās hunting you down over to ramshackle; albeit you get their first, so despite his nervousness telling him to run away, he knocks on your door, forcing himself to with his other hand. thus when you finally open the door, he proceeds to immediately envelop you in a hug, and pay attention to the way he kept the necklace on, as it clinked softly against your bodies at the quick movement. āeh, shrimpy..you like me right? thatās why you gave me this pretty stuff?ā heāll ask, head nuzzled into your neck like heās scared to see if you reject the notion, so go ahead and pat his head and tell him outright, that you love him. so floyd summons bravery once more with his toothy grin, and gives you a peck on the cheeks in his glee.
j. leech
ā when the jaws open wide ān then it gets all shy, thatās a moorayyy..and thatās also jade. indeed more reserved, though still as menacing as floyd, and yet so long as you push the right buttons, itās rather easy to get him flustered. as equal a coward as his brother, but his usual smooth, calm-face helps him a bit, though he clasps a clenched fist to keep himself from trying to hold your hand in case youād rather not and his eyes dart around when he tries to make eye contact with you. maybe heād be good at hiding his feelings, if not for the way he hitches when you give him even the slightest of affection, like grabbing at the fabric of his sleeve to take him to eat lunch with you.
ā he can go ahead and try to be suave, especially with his ādo be gentle with meā, but well and goodness believe that he goes to bed kicking his feet and giggling like a high school girl whenever you act smoothly in reply. at the very least, your blatant honesty with your compliments and praise evens out with his cowardice that causes him to suck in a breath, leaving him without the ability to come up with a smooth comeback. give him some time to lessen his fluster, to keep up his reputation as the āhumble, gentleā mereel his first impressions leave him to be.
ā and goodness, how heās left with a flushed face whenever you give him princess treatment, run your fingers through his hair and offer to feed him food when he teasingly suggests it ( and his mind is like tv static..he didnāt expect it, but he really, really enjoyed it!! ). but to finally get the feeling across so he feels comfortable enough to know his love is requited .. youāre going to have to be direct here, and ask if heād like to have dinner with you at ramshackle. at that point, no matter how impressive he may have been in hiding his shyness before, heās just barely keeping himself together from stuttering when he agrees, his sharp teeth showing just barely then.
ā for just one last time, feed him some food as you eat together, in comfortable silence before jade finally collects himself once he realizes you truly arenāt just teasing him, that you really did ask him out on a date, which he was brave enough to accept. maybe he lets a nervous chuckle before he takes hold of his utensils, still barely able to look you in the eye, unsure of how he managed to gather the bravery to do it even just then. āfor you to treat me ever so kindly like this..ā and just a slight quiver in his voice which he berates himself over, āby any chance..have you taken a liking to me?ā and that, then, is when you can confessāask to kiss him if youād like, his stomach will do twirls sure; but heāll say yes.
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04/02/24ās delivery š¹āļø twisted wonderland
<3 stood still, when we first metć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć,ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć ;; summary. āeels are covardesāhence how the tweels are when it comes to romance.ā
characters. octavinelle : floyd leech , jade leech ( separate ) ;; romantic . šļø tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, pre-relationship, romantic fluff
š” _a/n. āthe tweels could never be flusteredā this, āthe tweels are slick when it comes to romanceā that.. i choose FREEDOMMMM!!
f. leech
ā itās a sure fact; eels are cowards, and with no exceptions, as is floyd. think him as intimidating, scary, a mereel whoās more than willing to terrorize a few people if it seems fun enough. but deep down, heās very much a coward. at the very least, that much is true when it comes to who interests him mostāyou. he canāt recall exactly when you caught his heart, like a fisherman after some catfish for his dinner. but he knows for a fact, and remembers how all of a sudden you sent his heart a flutter. maybe, so long as youāre attentive enough, youāll notice the way he tries ( and fails ) to hide his mushy smily face that makes it ever so obvious how much he truly finds himself infatuated with you, the way he at times twiddles his thumbs when you joke together like he wants to say something more, but his nerves leave him to back down.
ā after all; despite their frightening features, especially floyd all things considered, eels are cowards. oh, but thatās alright, because even if he canāt seem to spit out even the words āyouāre real nice lookin!ā, at least thereās the true fact that, lo and behold, youāre capable. go ahead, be physically affectionate with him, tease him a bit so long as heās in a good mood, just return the favor of romance. all of it, are things he absolutely lives for. especially when it comes to physical affection, even just a teasing hand hold is enough to get him flustered and looking away from you, albeit with a pout.
ā really, he tries ( and still fails ) to tease you back, but when it comes to you, it really doesnāt seem to work, does it? āboo, shrimpy..youāre no funnn..ā heāll pout, and he pouts even more when you just giggle in response. whatāll be the ticking point though, for him to sum up his courage and confess to you? thatās where a gift comes ināsome shiny jewelry, specifically speaking, a necklace. surprise him from behind and put it on, maybe let your touch linger around his neck. especially then, you can take the time to adore his ever so flustered face.
ā he can barely keep in his sheepish delight, so mark his words, by after school hours heās hunting you down over to ramshackle; albeit you get their first, so despite his nervousness telling him to run away, he knocks on your door, forcing himself to with his other hand. thus when you finally open the door, he proceeds to immediately envelop you in a hug, and pay attention to the way he kept the necklace on, as it clinked softly against your bodies at the quick movement. āeh, shrimpy..you like me right? thatās why you gave me this pretty stuff?ā heāll ask, head nuzzled into your neck like heās scared to see if you reject the notion, so go ahead and pat his head and tell him outright, that you love him. so floyd summons bravery once more with his toothy grin, and gives you a peck on the cheeks in his glee.
j. leech
ā when the jaws open wide ān then it gets all shy, thatās a moorayyy..and thatās also jade. indeed more reserved, though still as menacing as floyd, and yet so long as you push the right buttons, itās rather easy to get him flustered. as equal a coward as his brother, but his usual smooth, calm-face helps him a bit, though he clasps a clenched fist to keep himself from trying to hold your hand in case youād rather not and his eyes dart around when he tries to make eye contact with you. maybe heād be good at hiding his feelings, if not for the way he hitches when you give him even the slightest of affection, like grabbing at the fabric of his sleeve to take him to eat lunch with you.
ā he can go ahead and try to be suave, especially with his ādo be gentle with meā, but well and goodness believe that he goes to bed kicking his feet and giggling like a high school girl whenever you act smoothly in reply. at the very least, your blatant honesty with your compliments and praise evens out with his cowardice that causes him to suck in a breath, leaving him without the ability to come up with a smooth comeback. give him some time to lessen his fluster, to keep up his reputation as the āhumble, gentleā mereel his first impressions leave him to be.
ā and goodness, how heās left with a flushed face whenever you give him princess treatment, run your fingers through his hair and offer to feed him food when he teasingly suggests it ( and his mind is like tv static..he didnāt expect it, but he really, really enjoyed it!! ). but to finally get the feeling across so he feels comfortable enough to know his love is requited .. youāre going to have to be direct here, and ask if heād like to have dinner with you at ramshackle. at that point, no matter how impressive he may have been in hiding his shyness before, heās just barely keeping himself together from stuttering when he agrees, his sharp teeth showing just barely then.
ā for just one last time, feed him some food as you eat together, in comfortable silence before jade finally collects himself once he realizes you truly arenāt just teasing him, that you really did ask him out on a date, which he was brave enough to accept. maybe he lets a nervous chuckle before he takes hold of his utensils, still barely able to look you in the eye, unsure of how he managed to gather the bravery to do it even just then. āfor you to treat me ever so kindly like this..ā and just a slight quiver in his voice which he berates himself over, āby any chance..have you taken a liking to me?ā and that, then, is when you can confessāask to kiss him if youād like, his stomach will do twirls sure; but heāll say yes.
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04/02/24ās delivery š¹āļø twisted wonderland
<3 stood still, when we first metć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć,ć½( ļ½„āļ½„)ļ¾_Īøå½”āĪ£(ć `ŠĀ“)ć ;; summary. āeels are covardesāhence how the tweels are when it comes to romance.ā
characters. octavinelle : floyd leech , jade leech ( separate ) ;; romantic . šļø tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, pre-relationship, romantic fluff
š” _a/n. āthe tweels could never be flusteredā this, āthe tweels are slick when it comes to romanceā that.. i choose FREEDOMMMM!!
f. leech
ā itās a sure fact; eels are cowards, and with no exceptions, as is floyd. think him as intimidating, scary, a mereel whoās more than willing to terrorize a few people if it seems fun enough. but deep down, heās very much a coward. at the very least, that much is true when it comes to who interests him mostāyou. he canāt recall exactly when you caught his heart, like a fisherman after some catfish for his dinner. but he knows for a fact, and remembers how all of a sudden you sent his heart a flutter. maybe, so long as youāre attentive enough, youāll notice the way he tries ( and fails ) to hide his mushy smily face that makes it ever so obvious how much he truly finds himself infatuated with you, the way he at times twiddles his thumbs when you joke together like he wants to say something more, but his nerves leave him to back down.
ā after all; despite their frightening features, especially floyd all things considered, eels are cowards. oh, but thatās alright, because even if he canāt seem to spit out even the words āyouāre real nice lookin!ā, at least thereās the true fact that, lo and behold, youāre capable. go ahead, be physically affectionate with him, tease him a bit so long as heās in a good mood, just return the favor of romance. all of it, are things he absolutely lives for. especially when it comes to physical affection, even just a teasing hand hold is enough to get him flustered and looking away from you, albeit with a pout.
ā really, he tries ( and still fails ) to tease you back, but when it comes to you, it really doesnāt seem to work, does it? āboo, shrimpy..youāre no funnn..ā heāll pout, and he pouts even more when you just giggle in response. whatāll be the ticking point though, for him to sum up his courage and confess to you? thatās where a gift comes ināsome shiny jewelry, specifically speaking, a necklace. surprise him from behind and put it on, maybe let your touch linger around his neck. especially then, you can take the time to adore his ever so flustered face.
ā he can barely keep in his sheepish delight, so mark his words, by after school hours heās hunting you down over to ramshackle; albeit you get their first, so despite his nervousness telling him to run away, he knocks on your door, forcing himself to with his other hand. thus when you finally open the door, he proceeds to immediately envelop you in a hug, and pay attention to the way he kept the necklace on, as it clinked softly against your bodies at the quick movement. āeh, shrimpy..you like me right? thatās why you gave me this pretty stuff?ā heāll ask, head nuzzled into your neck like heās scared to see if you reject the notion, so go ahead and pat his head and tell him outright, that you love him. so floyd summons bravery once more with his toothy grin, and gives you a peck on the cheeks in his glee.
j. leech
ā when the jaws open wide ān then it gets all shy, thatās a moorayyy..and thatās also jade. indeed more reserved, though still as menacing as floyd, and yet so long as you push the right buttons, itās rather easy to get him flustered. as equal a coward as his brother, but his usual smooth, calm-face helps him a bit, though he clasps a clenched fist to keep himself from trying to hold your hand in case youād rather not and his eyes dart around when he tries to make eye contact with you. maybe heād be good at hiding his feelings, if not for the way he hitches when you give him even the slightest of affection, like grabbing at the fabric of his sleeve to take him to eat lunch with you.
ā he can go ahead and try to be suave, especially with his ādo be gentle with meā, but well and goodness believe that he goes to bed kicking his feet and giggling like a high school girl whenever you act smoothly in reply. at the very least, your blatant honesty with your compliments and praise evens out with his cowardice that causes him to suck in a breath, leaving him without the ability to come up with a smooth comeback. give him some time to lessen his fluster, to keep up his reputation as the āhumble, gentleā mereel his first impressions leave him to be.
ā and goodness, how heās left with a flushed face whenever you give him princess treatment, run your fingers through his hair and offer to feed him food when he teasingly suggests it ( and his mind is like tv static..he didnāt expect it, but he really, really enjoyed it!! ). but to finally get the feeling across so he feels comfortable enough to know his love is requited .. youāre going to have to be direct here, and ask if heād like to have dinner with you at ramshackle. at that point, no matter how impressive he may have been in hiding his shyness before, heās just barely keeping himself together from stuttering when he agrees, his sharp teeth showing just barely then.
ā for just one last time, feed him some food as you eat together, in comfortable silence before jade finally collects himself once he realizes you truly arenāt just teasing him, that you really did ask him out on a date, which he was brave enough to accept. maybe he lets a nervous chuckle before he takes hold of his utensils, still barely able to look you in the eye, unsure of how he managed to gather the bravery to do it even just then. āfor you to treat me ever so kindly like this..ā and just a slight quiver in his voice which he berates himself over, āby any chance..have you taken a liking to me?ā and that, then, is when you can confessāask to kiss him if youād like, his stomach will do twirls sure; but heāll say yes.
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