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Wait For Me | Malleus/Kalim X Reader

Summary: You had been set to marry Kalim, but when he asked you to wait for him, you couldn’t say no

Pairing: Kalim/Malleus X Reader

Pronouns: gender neutral

[A/n]: This was based off a writing prompt on tiktok, link here

As the years ticked by, you watched your siblings slowly disappear, each being wed off to a different Kingdom, slowly, one by one as they each came of age. As the youngest, this often terrified you. You didn’t want to be married to a stranger, forced to live in someplace you didn’t know. To be fair, you didn’t think any of your siblings really wanted that, though none seemed to put up as much of a fight as you have.

Your coming of age had come slower than your parents had liked. As their youngest, you were the last to be married off, the last of their kin to leave home. Your wedding was going to be the biggest of them all though, not because you were the youngest, but because you were being married to someone grand.

You had only met him a few times, his name was Kalim and he’s the eldest of his family. He was born around the time you were, making you two a perfect fit in your family's eyes, you could never see it though. There wasn’t anything wrong with him per se, he was a lively fellow with a heart of gold, a smile brighter than the sun, and a personality so sweet he’d ruin the taste of candy. He was amazing and you truly did enjoy his presence, you just didn’t see him being your husband, the man you’d spend your only forever with.

You supposed that he wasn’t so bad though, some of your siblings had been stuck with some real nasty folk and you often dreaded that outcome. His cheery nature can be a bit much sometimes but he’d most likely mellow over time, he couldn’t be young forever. You pitied the poor soul who was forced to always be around him, you could never take over the servant's job of tending to Kalim every day for almost all hours.

“Are you almost ready dear?” A soft voice rang out from the opposing side of your bedroom door. It was your personal attendant, a sweet girl, one who you often spilled your troubles and worries to. She had come to fetch you and escort you to the carriage, a carriage that was taking you to a masquerade ball, one that you had tried every excuse to get out of. Nothing seemed to work though, your parents were especially persistent that you go, it had been your soon-to-be husband who was hosting after all.

That was another quality of his, always throwing parties. You admired his desire to celebrate everything, even small or minuscule things, but you really did not enjoy being the center of attention at all of them.

“I’ll be out in a moment, I’m almost ready.” You had finished getting ready almost an hour ago, you simply wanted another moment to yourself before you were surrounded by all sorts of people with no escape. Standing up, grabbing your mask from where it lay on your vanity as you did, you walked to your door, turning the handle and stepping into the hallway.

“You look as gorgeous as ever dear, I hope you find some enjoyment during tonight's festivities.” She had known about all your desires of escaping marriage, doing her best to cheer you up whenever possible.

“Thank you, I just hope that this will be over quickly. I enjoy a good celebration but with all the wedding planning and such I feel a tad more drained than usual.” You gave her a small, thankful smile as she walked you to the front of your parent’s large estate, stopping at the main door as you walked out.

The ride there was far shorter than you had hoped it would be, you barely had any time to collect your thoughts before you were ushered out of your carriage and through the large halls. The ball was in full swing by the time you had arrived, fashionably late as some might call it. You didn’t mind though, just meant there would be less time for awkward small talk between you and either Kalim or his family.

Your mask had been secured on your face before you stepped out of your carriage, and yet you still felt completely exposed as you entered the ballroom. Most people were already dancing, enjoying the food and drinks, enjoying their nights, but not Kalim. He and his parents stood at the opposite end of the room, clearly having waited for your arrival. You weren’t ready to face him though, taking the split second that your parents had turned away from you to slip into the crowd of dancers, blending in as best you could.

You seemed to fit right in, following along with everyone else and having a good time. It wasn’t until you were swayed and wrapped up in the arms of another that you were startled from your blissful state. Holding you close, continuing with the movements of the dance, was a tall, horned man. He was one you had encountered before, but never had the full pleasure of speaking with.

“I see you’ve finally arrived, you wouldn’t mind me stealing a dance before you’re swept away by him would you?” You knew exactly who he was speaking of, eventually, your fiance would find you and you would be taken over to where he stands with his family.

“I’d let you steal a lot more if you told me your name.” You weren’t sure what it was but there was something inherently charming about this man. Perhaps it was the sparkle in his green eyes or the way he held you so firmly yet so tenderly, maybe it was the delicate voice he spoke to you in. Regardless of what it was you were chasing, you knew you wanted more.

“My name, for now, is not important. When our lives finally merge and entangle into one, you shall know my name. Until then, all I ask of you is that you wait for me.” And just like that, he vanished as quickly as he had appeared, leaving nothing but green wisps in his wake. For a moment you had considered that you had dreamt the man, that your desire to escape this marriage had manifested into the man you had just seen. He left you with more than just his sweet words, in one of your hands was a small, emerald ring.

The ring had fit perfectly when you slid it onto your finger, the band almost feeling as though it were locking itself onto you. It looked like it was made to rest on your hand, like the colors were made just for you.

“I’ll wait for you, for as long as you wish, my prince.”

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Free | Sebek X Reader

This is a part two of Petals Of Love so please read that first if you haven’t! :]

Summary: You’ve managed to free yourself of your pain

Pairing: Sebek X Reader

Pronouns: They/them/gender neutral

[A/n]: Involved the hanahaki disease, blood mentions, coughing/choking, uh other stuff i don’t remember but just read at your own risk! :]

Sebek had arrived far later than he would’ve liked, he had to beg the Headmage for permission to leave and then get Malleus’ permission. Then he had to ask a friend to pick up all his remaining schoolwork and take notes for him, then he had to find a way to get to where you were. All in all, it took far longer than he had planned, that and the fact that he didn’t even read your note till lunch had left him with a very small window of time. This didn’t discourage the young man though, rather it motivated him further as he rushed to get to you.

Sadly, by the time he had finally reached where you were staying, it was approaching dinner time. From what he could see, you were sitting in your room, eating a typical hospital dinner. He couldn’t tell if you had undergone the surgery or not yet, but he was terrified of approaching you either way. Tears welling up in his eyes as he thought of all the pain he was putting you through without even realizing. How could you ever forgive him?

A nurse must have noticed him standing there and become concerned as she approached him softly, inquiring if he was ok or needed any help. 

“Ah, could you tell me if that person there,” he motioned to where you were sat in your room, “has undergone the hanahaki surgery yet? It’s a friend of mine and I didn’t want to interrupt their dinner time with questions.” Sebek wasn’t one to lie, so he instead told the truth, but from a different point of view. 

“Oh! They actually went into surgery a few hours ago! Luckily we caught their case just in time, a day later and they likely wouldn’t have made it. They have a high chance of making a full recovery though so there’s no need to worry!” The cheery tone the nurse spoke in did little to console him as her words had his heart dropping. Almost as if he had run into a brick wall, it felt like his world had come to a complete halt.

He couldn’t face you now, not when you had already undergone surgery and had been on the brink of death. The tears that had been previously resting in his eyes had begun to fall, sliding down his face in a cascade of pain and sorrow. Perhaps he was better off returning to the school and waiting for you to return. Maybe then he could bring himself to stand in your presence without his heart aching and his thoughts running a muck. 

A sudden rush of doctors and sounds of distress had dragged Sebek from the depths of his mind. With a look in your direction, he saw you, staring at him as you coughed and choked on what he had hoped was only your dinner. He knew that it wasn’t right though, not with the way blood dripped from the corner of your mouth, staining the bedsheets below. Not with the pained, longing expression tucked into your eyes. 

In a blink Sebek found himself at your bedside, having moved on instinct to protect the one he loved. He held your hand and told you how sorry he was and how he really did love you, pressing kisses to your knuckles as he watched you cough tirelessly. 

A moment or perhaps two had passed before you finally were able to spit up what had been causing you so much grief. A small cluster of seeds, springing up tiny sprouts. The doctors had missed them, and seeing Sebek standing across the hall, sobbing as he stared at you, had triggered them into life. Though rather than root themselves into the walls of your lungs, your body had forced you into coughing them up, expelling the last lingering bits of your disease. 

If it hadn’t been for Sebek they wouldn’t have sprouted, but they also would have sat there, forever unbloomed, lying in wait, dormant as you fell tirelessly into love again. But you wouldn’t fall in love, not again at least, for your love for Sebek had never dulled. Seeing him here right now, and soaking up every sweet word, every delicate kiss, it sent a warm, fluttery feeling rippling through you. 

“Sebek?” Your voice came out closer to a croak than its normal sound, your throat hoarse from the difficulty you just faced.

“Shh, it’s ok. Just drink this and rest for a moment. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” He handed you the drink that had been served with your dinner, hesitating for a moment before letting go of your hand, shifting his hand to your shoulder instead so that you could focus on your drink. As you sipped at the drink, swallowing slowly so as to not further irritate yourself, Sebek went into detail about how he had read your letter later than he should’ve, how he immediately sprang into action to get himself dismissed for the day, how he spent ten minutes roaming the hospital lost, all until he got to where you currently were now. 

“Again, I’m so sorry. I should’ve never let things escalate like this and I would never willingly put your life at risk like that. I hope that one day you could find it within yourself to forgive me, I don’t expect you to feel anything for me after all that you endured.”

“I forgive you.” The first words you had spoken since Sebek had started talking. As cute as you found his voice, you really didn’t want him to get into a self-loathing rant about everything he ‘did wrong.’

“I could never say mad at you, especially not when you came all this way just to see me.” You gave him a small smile, nearly tearing up when you saw his own falling.

“You are far too forgiving, I can’t help but feel I am undeserving of your forgiveness.”

“Well whether you feel deserving or not, I forgive you. I also still love you.” Sebek’s tears fell at a much faster rate, his emotions overflowing and consuming him whole.

“I love you too.”

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Sounds Like Us | Idia X Reader

Summary: Idia’s describing an anime couple that sounds very familiar

Pairing: Idia Shroud X Reader

Pronouns: No specifics used/gender neutral

[A/n]: reader is described as an extrovert and shorter than Idia

You sat on Idia’s bed, listening as he gushed about a new anime he had started watching recently. Apparently, it was good enough for him to binge the entire first season in two days.

“The main characters are these two who are dating and they make a really cute couple because they’re opposites right. One is an extrovert who loves going out and doing fun stuff and the other is an introvert who prefers to stay home and play games or watch tv right. Well, the extrovert is always dragging the introvert out to cafes and coffee bars and other cute places that don’t have too many people so the introvert doesn’t get overwhelmed. The best part about them is that the extrovert is shorter and is always threatening to fight people for the introvert because the introvert is too nervous to get into any confrontations themself.” India continued talking for a moment before he stopped, noticing your expression.

“Is something wrong?” He was starting to get nervous, had he talked too much and bored you? Were you tired of listening to him talk? Every bad possible thought was racing through his head right now.

“Where did you say you found this anime again?” You gave him a look of contemplation, waiting for his answer. 

“Uhm, one of my online friends recommended it to me. Why? Is there something wrong with it?”

“No it’s just, the main characters sound an awful lot like us.” You let out a light chuckle, motioning for Idia to keep talking, though he was much too flustered to continue. His face and hair flushed a pinkish-red color and he fumbled over his words, sentences coming out in choppy bits of words that made little sense.

“I uh, I didn’t even think, how did I not, how is that, when did he?” You chuckled again, finding his sudden change in expression to be rather cute. Standing from his bed and walking over to where he was sitting, you grabbed his hands and pulled him to be in a standing position. 

“C’mon ya dork, let’s go get some food at the cafeteria. You can continue telling me about the show when you calm down.” Idia just closed his mouth and nodded, letting you guide him to the cafe as he tried to get his face to return to normal.

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Petals of Love | Sebek X Reader

Summary: Perhaps you weren’t meant to love him like you believed

Pairing: Sebek X Reader (Reader is not Yuu)

Pronouns: None used/gender neutral

[A/n]: This does involved the Hanahaki disease and invloves mentions of blood, vomiting, gagging/choking, and other related topics, please read at your own risk if you feel you cannot handle those topics!

You’d always heard of people suffering from the effects of unrequited love. The horror stories of people's lungs slowly filling with deeply rooted flowers, slowly suffocating as the plants grew to be bigger and stronger. Despite this disease not being contagious it was horridly common, with more and more people falling victim to it every year.

You’d always counted yourself as lucky, believing yourself to be wise enough to not fall for someone who clearly held no interest for you. So when you had coughed up a half dozen of seeds one afternoon you thought it to be nothing more than leftovers from lunch.

As the days progressed though you found yourself tiring easier, sometimes having to stop for an extra moment to catch your breath. These new conditions didn’t stop you from happily trotting along with him. Anywhere he went, you were sure to follow. Your presence easily spotted aside his, even if he was sometimes too busy to take note of you.

It wasn’t until you found yourself laying awake in bed, unable to sleep with the growing chest pains and ever so slight tickle in your throat, that you had considered something to be wrong. You had previously assumed your worsening conditions were due to lack of sleep or poor editing but adjustments to both showed no improvements in your health. Attempting to bring such issues up to the school infirmary workers lead to only one result, Hanahaki disease. Clearly, all their years of schooling and first aid has given them tunnel vision as there was no way you could develop such a thing.

Sebek had to love you back. I mean, he always seemed a bit softer when scolding him you, he’d allow you to walk with him when he escorted Malleus from class to class, he’d even let you sit in and watch when he was training, something of which you had never heard of him allowing anyone else the privilege of. Clearly, he held you in a higher regard than he did most others. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself as you leaned over the toilets in your dorm's restrooms. You watched as petals floated about in the water, their pale green color tainted by the blotches of red that stained them.

“Fuck,” you found yourself curing at your reflection in the water. The sudden realization of just what was happening creeping up on you. As you sat slumped on the bathroom floor you contemplated what to do. There were only a few options, surgery or a slow death.

You didn’t want the surgery though, you liked the warm feeling his presence brought you, the way your heart would skip a beat every time he invited you to his training sessions, hell you just loved everything about him in general. There wasn’t a thing about him that you could bring yourself to hate, not that you’d ever want to. You only wanted to be able to spend as much time with him as possible. The decision wasn’t an easy one, so you granted yourself a few days to make it, mulling over the pros and cons of brother outcomes.

During the few days of decision-making, you found yourself frequently having to be excused from Sebek’s presence, even leaving one of his training sessions early to hide away in the closet bathroom. Your time in there was spent hunched over the white porcelain bowl, coughing and gagging until the bits of flower fell from your mouth. Occasionally bits of stem or unbloomed bulbs would fight their way up as well, but your disease hadn’t yet progressed enough to produce full flowers from your mouth. You weren’t sure if it was denial or simply being around him so much that had slowed the progression, but you were grateful either way.

“I want him to love me back so badly, but I fear I’ll die before I see the day.” You spoke aloud to yourself as everything you’d ever dreamed of in relation to Sebek slowly crumbled before you. As much as you desired for Sebek to love you like you love him, you knew you would have to release that dream. Your selfish desire to have the man all to yourself would sooner kill you than allow you to live happily.

Collecting yourself, you stood upright, flushed the toilet, washed your hands, and headed to the infirmary. There you spoke with a nurse who once more diagnosed your disease for what it was. Upon informing them you would in fact be getting surgery, you left. While they sorted out paperwork and such that would be required for your medical leave, you went to sort out everything else. You spoke first to Crowley, informing the Headmaster of your soon-to-be leave, in which he wished you the best of luck. Next was your teachers, each of which you had to sit down with and work out a plan to stay caught up with school and homework so that you would not fall behind and fail. And last of all was your friends, you told everyone except for Sebek. Rather than speak to him personally you asked for one of his dorm mates to do you a favor and pass him a note which detailed why you were leaving. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him everything to his face, especially when it came to the part that you were hopelessly in love with him. You knew that if you even attempted it you would cave and chicken out, choosing instead to let yourself wither away rather than enlighten him of the harsh reality.

With all the important things out of the way, you were able to return to your dorm, packing a small bag with things you wished to have during your stay. You knew that the hospital would hold you a few days after surgery to monitor you and make sure everything was going well and you didn’t want to go without these items for that long.

As you packed and headed out early the next morning, Sebek let the letter rest on his desk. He had Malleus related matters to attend to and would read it later, though later came too late. By the time he had gotten around to reading it, which was during his lunch the next day, you were long gone. His sudden rush to your dorm was fruitless as you had left hours early. Any attempt to contact you via text or call was in vain as he was left on delivered or sent to voicemail. Even asking others to try to contact you changed nothing as they too were shown the same results. Sebek found himself in despair, his heart-wrenching at the thought that you were hopelessly in love with him, to the point where it was killing you, and you said nothing. He had to see you, and he had to see you now, he couldn’t let you go through with this. He couldn’t lose you.

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Fake-Real Date | Ace X Reader

Summary: He wants a fake date but you want a real one

Pairing: Ace X Reader

Pronouns: None used/gender neutral

[A/n]: :]

“No, I will not pretend to date you and walk into the chocolate shop holding your hand.” You shook your head as you walked, enunciating your stance on the matter.

“But if they think we’re a couple they’ll give us the couple’s Valentine's discount! We could have so much free chocolate!” Ace nearly ran into you as you came to a dead stop, turning to look at him directly.

“If you’re so desperate for some free chocolates why don't you ask Deuce or even Cater!” Ace’s expression immediately changed, his face asking ‘are you crazy?’

“Cater would be taking selfies the whole time and, Deuce is Deuce. I couldn’t believably fake date either of them!”

“So ask a member of the Film Studies looking club.” You rolled your eyes, arms crossed and expression stern.

“I don’t want to ask any of them though. I’m asking you because we're friends.”

“You’re friends with Epel, go ask him.” Ace was getting annoyed at this point. While he was interested in the chocolates, he was also really interested in fake dating you. Well actually, he’d rather real date you but he wasn’t sure how to go about asking you on a proper date, so he settled for a fake date to help build courage! Now his only problem was you not accepting, stubborn as ever.

“(Y/n) please, just do me this one favor?”

“And what do I gain from this fake date with you, and don’t say chocolates cause I don’t want any.” Ace seemed to stop for a moment, considering what to say for once.

“You get to be my pretend partner for the day?” Ace gave a hopeful smile, doing his best to try and win you over.

“I’ll agree on one condition.” His expression lights up at your words, his plan finally falling into place as you agreed.

“You have to take me on a real date sometime after our fake date.” Ace’s face flushed as red as Riddle’s hair, he was too dumbfounded to speak, fumbling over any words he tried to get out. Recognizing that Ace likely wasn’t going to say anything you simply chuckled, patting his cheek before walking off.

“I’ll see you at noon tomorrow, boyfriend.” You teased him with the nickname, watching as he nearly collapsed from embarrassment. Ah how you loved to see the boy flustered, the color red suited him.

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Courting | Lilia X Reader

Summary: You had no idea you were being courted, I mean it wouldn’t be the first time Night Raven had a ghost problem!

Pairing: Lilia X Reader

Pronouns: None used/gender neutral

[A/n]: For a witch I know an incredibly small amount about fae but it’s fine, rocking with it anyways

The past few weeks had been rough on you, having to already deal with the antics of your friends as well as school, you cherished your free time. Though it had rather quickly become spoiled by some unruly ghost, at least that’s who you believed it to be.

You were oftentimes finding small gifts or notes left behind by seemingly no one. When you would step out of the shower there would be messy words scrawled into the fog on the mirrors, there were small trinkets left on your desk or bed when your back was turned, and when you woke after a long night you would find water on your nightstand. You had taken to writing down every message left for you, so as not to forget, and all the trinkets left behind, mostly colorful buttons or shiny beads, had been stored in a small box atop your desk. Not knowing who was leaving the water made you hesitant to drink it, but the plants in your windows were always grateful for a small drink.

“(Y/n)! You’re up early today!” Lilia, who seemed to be in an extra cheery mood today, greeted you in the Hall of Mirrors.

“Ah hello Lilia, and yeah I had to wake up a bit earlier than usual today. I promised Professor Crewel that I would help gather ingredients for next week’s classes in order to get extra credit.” You greeted the fae with a gentle smile, enlightening him to your tiring plans for the day.

“Say, what are you doing up this early? I know the fae don’t necessarily sleep and all but I don’t think many others are awake at this hour.” It was when you gave him a quick once over that you noticed him holding something behind his back.

“Ah, I was just off to grab something for one of the dorm mates. They weren’t sure where to find it so I offered to grab it for them!” You had a feeling whatever he had grabbed was what was hidden behind his back, but you didn’t want to pry. So with a wish of a good day, you were off.

Helping Professor Crewel had taken longer than you had anticipated, some of the items needed apparently were not easy to obtain and posed quite a challenge. Regardless you were all the more eager to return to your room and rest, a shower could wait till tomorrow morning. Upon returning though, you took note of the cup of water as well as the sealed container of food placed on top of your desk.

“Odd, I don’t remember asking anyone to bring me anything, or anyone saying that they had left something.” You checked your phone just in case you had somehow missed a message, but everything was how you remembered it to be. The container of food had a note resting on its lid though, maybe that would tell who had left it.

“I’m told you are quite fond of this meal and decided to grab some from the cafe for you, skipping meals isn’t good for your health!” The note was written in an oddly father-like manner, despite that, you were still interested in the food. Whoever had written the note was right about you liking the contents, it had been a favorite of yours but had been hard to find as the school’s lunch staff didn’t make it often.

“How thoughtful, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to eat it, I am terribly hungry after all that work anyways.” You sat yourself down at your desk, opening the container of food and picking up the silverware laid beside it. As you ate through all the food, you scrolled through your phone, taking the time to catch up on Cater’s Magicam posts as well as what Vil had posted that day. You soon found your thoughts shifting to a particular vice housewarden though. It wasn’t your place to pry but you couldn’t help but be curious about what he was grabbing for a supposed underclassman. It hadn’t occurred to you at that moment, but you also hadn’t been left anything that morning. Typically you woke up to something set atop your bedside table, but there was nothing this morning. Perhaps the ghost hadn’t anticipated you waking up that early? Were you even sure it was a ghost at that point?

As you sat and thought, an idea had struck you. How you hadn’t thought of this before was beyond you, but you had thought of it now so that was good enough. As you set up for bed that night, you set your phone up to record your bedroom. Whoever came to leave you gifts would be caught on camera, finally revealing who was behind the whole situation.

Much to your surprise, you had found it wasn’t a ghost. As the video played through the course of the night, the footage being played at a faster speed, you saw a familiar face teleport into your room, leaving behind a small gift before leaving the same way he arrived.

“Lilia was the one leaving everything for me?” You looked over at the note from the food, you had left it on your desk, there was something strangely comforting about it. As you stared at it, you slowly began to recognize it as his handwriting.

“I’ve gotta go find him.” You hurried to make yourself presentable before rushing from your room, rushing through hall after hall of the school looking for him. A noise of frustration escaped your lips as you found yourself unable to find him, why did he have to be so difficult on today of all days?

“(Y/n), you ok?” You looked up to see Silver peering at you with a curious look on his face.

“Silver! Your dad, Lilia, where is he?” Startled by your sudden outburst, Silver took a half step back. After recollecting himself, he pointed you in the direction he had last seen him, the cafeteria.

“Thanks!” You gave him a rushed expression of gratitude as you left to find Lilia, trying to catch him before he disappeared again.

“Lilia!” You caught the man just as he was walking out of the cafe, his face lighting up as he spotted you rushing towards him.

“Hello (Y/n)!” He greeted you just as excitedly.

“Why are you leaving all that stuff in my room? The little buttons and beads, the water, the food?” Lilia paused for a moment, his expression shifting into a more nervous and flustered look.

“How’d you find out?” His eyes shifted from yours to the hall around you, back to yours.

“I left my phone recording overnight, I wanted to know who was sneaking into my room every day. Why were you doing that?”

“In fae culture, there are a few ways of courting another. One of those ways is leaving behind trinkets that remind you of the one you are trying to court. The food and water was just for your health.” Suddenly it was your turn to be flustered, Lilia was trying to court you?

“I uh, I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, I probably should’ve asked before courting you I suppose.”

“No, I mean, I’m ok with it, with you. I accept?” You were fumbling over your words, trying to assure the fae while also still processing the whole situation. Lilia just smiled at you lovingly, finding your sudden nervousness to be cute.

“Does this mean I can take you out for a date then?”

“Yes,” it was hushed and barely audible as you flushed a deeper shade, struggling still to comprehend everything happening.

“Great! I’ll see you after classes tomorrow then!” Lilia walked off without another word, leaving you to stand in the hall a blushing, fumbling mess, a sight of which he would commit to memory.

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Hi hi!

So uh hi, I have been lurking in the Twisted Wonderland fandom for a bit now and was struck with inspiration to write so uh here I am! Of course I only know so much of the characters and am working on learning more about them and progressing the game so not everything here will be like 100% accurate but I try my best! This is mostly something I do for fun but I wanted to share the joy of it with others! If there is anything you’d like to see I’d be happy to hear it in the requests box which is going to be open basically all the time! I work and am taking online classes so writing isn’t something I always have time for and I can’t promise I’ll write every request but I will try and get to as many as I find in my inbox!

In the meantime feel free to check out the few posts I have currently up!