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[mscherub]

I don’t wanna say I’m going on hiatus again, but that might be the case. Let me offer an explanation as to why I haven’t been posting 😭

For starters, I’m taking part in two pretty large projects right now, both of the projects involving me and one other person! So the workload is rough since we both have to take on a lot. But ironically enough, the projects require me to do a ton of writing…like think probably two whole books worth, plus I have character designs to do, even one for my Oc. SO, where does this get me now?

I’d say I’m sort of in limbo currently, I’m working on my drafts a little maybe every other day, but I obviously haven’t posted anything. Both of these projects I’m excited to be able to do because they’re with rlly good friends, and it’s something different for me at least. I can’t exactly spill out any info on what it is I’m working on, but both will take a while to even become a superficial topic. These past days for me have just been finding a storyline to do.

So, I hope this clears something up 😭, but requests will stay open, so you can add to them if you’d like.

OK GUYS ILY ALL SM SO YAYAYAYAYA MWAHHHH ❤️❤️❤️

[mscherub]

Stop liking my Floyd fic 😭…literally pulled it from my drafts. Didn’t think it would do that good…love ya guys for it, tho, MWAHHH

[mscherub]

Silly Headcanons for the Twst Boys!

A/N: just to post something…here are random headcanons I quite literally thought up on the spot. also yay…headcanons again…haven’t done this for a while

ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH YAY!!!

First is Heartslabyul!

Warnings:

swearing!

Heartslabyul (you're here :D), Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia, + Bonus staff?!! (Spoiling y'all...) (the rest are TBD…)

You can’t use slang and you can’t talk in an abridged fashion around this mf…he will be correcting you on how to speak properly. It’s kind of a habit for him.

“And I was gonna head out—“ “Correct the proper pronunciation of the words…’And I was going to take my leave—‘“

Secret stuffed animal he keeps locked away. Bought it on a whim when he seen it in the markets. If anyone seen him with the plushie that looked like vorpal then he’d be done for

His long term memory? Fantastic. Short term memory, though? Yea...not so great, hence why he has to study so much, then of course he enforces it on others. FOR FUN YAY!

Had an emo phase, was then busted for it by his mother and she threw all of his "emo" belongings into the fireplace while reciting rules... (my pookie suggested this one…and I can see it 😎)

Draws fairly well, sketching, painting, whatever it may be. Discovered this through art classes at NRC, but he doesn't dabble it unless for a grade...such potential...wasted :(

LITERAL MAMA'S BOY. We all know Deuce is, but what about Trey? No, Trey is one, trust.

Talking on the phone... "He ma...yea I'm doing good! Yea, I've been baking as usual...coming up with new recipes-- oh, I wanted to ask you if we could shop around when I go on break? Good-- yes, yes, then back to tending to the bakery. Got it."

Doesn't really like to eat what he bakes after. He'll taste test it periodically throughout the baking process, but after looking at it and smelling it for so long he just...doesn't want it anymore

His parents force him to take up editing photos of the bakery so they can put them on their website. Learns it fairly quickly...look who he's friends with--

Plays pranks on Riddle for fun and then blames it on Ace and Deuce. Trey would never do that, you know? It's all totally Ace and Deuce's fault, shhhh.

"ACE! DEUCE!" Riddle screams...well, then. Not Trey's fault...even if he did set it up, heh

Was canceled once on Magicam, but he rebounded and made a come back. It was over something stupid as well-- they gave him a warning for posting a video of him skateboarding since to their guidelines it was, "A dangerous act you should not replicate." Yea he crashed out...

Got caught reading wattpad smut on his phone when he was younger by his sisters. His sisters will NOT let that incident go...more reasons for him to despise them--

casually reading shit he shouldn't be-- "Cater, no way" "AHHHHH!!" throws his phone

went vegan once, simply to follow a trend, then he stopped cause he didn't like many of the food choices. Cater for ya...

Puts the subway surfers game play on the bottom of his ranting posts so ppl focus on it--

HAS gotten bullied on roblox by a little kid...multiple times, then he's back talked them and gotten banned. He has a love hate relationship with the game.

playing roblox...kid is being a real dick, bugging him for money on Bloxburg, cater has had enough and the kid keeps saying mean things... "ok? yea? well...I'll be in bed with ur ma tonight and we'll make a kid she'll actually love..." gets banned..."MOTHER FUCKER--"

has roleplayed online. Still does on secret accounts

Played girls like there was no tomorrow back in his middle school era, but then his mother and then his brother scolded him so he cleaned up his act...

Unlike cater, Ace is the one who does the bullying on all types of games, never gets in trouble for it, though. Moderators turn away I guess...

No filter with this guy, he will speak his mind freely-- he puts some sort of a filter on around Riddle, however...or else Riddle would always have his head...yay.

At lunch he will mix together random food items and condiments, plus the drinks, and then eat/drink whatever concoction he made...then he bets people he won't consume it. Everyone around the table will bet he can't, then he'll down it...

"Deuce...give me the milk-- yes I'm gonna mix it with the mustard...yes? It's funny...oh! Yo, Prefect, give me your celery sticks--" Nasty...belgh

Partakes in those trends where you moan or are just loud in public places, like the library. Doesn't care, also forces people to do it with him just for the hell of it. Always wins...

After looking back on his past, bro got hit with a truck load of guilt. Still feels bad for stealing that lollipop from the candy store when he was in his delinquent stage...He'll get over it. Maybe...no he won't. He'll go find the store owner just to give him some money

Will slip up and curse, sailors mouth, then he'll get all bashful about it after...if it's around Riddle then he may as well jump off a bridge--

pours his tea. It's too hot, so when he takes a sip he burns his tongue-- "shit, bitch, asshole...fucking cunt. Fuck...hot." He mutters under his breath "What did you say, Deuce?" Riddle's cup makes a clink, and that's the only sound he can hear since everyone else went quiet...

Fairly versatile with music! In his...more heartfelt moments, whether that be a stressful one or he's just angry, probably heavy metal. Happy moments? Pop! While studying, something he picked up from Riddle most likely, he'll listen to classical.

Will respond to you with a resting bitch face...bro doesn't mean it, really, he just kinda...developed it

Sleepwalks/sleep-fights...Once woke up his dorm members with this when they awoke to him punching Ace while he slept. Funny moment. 10/10

Ace sleeping peacefully, then-- BAM! Deuce hits him...he was having a bad dream. "AHOWWW! H-HEY! WHAT THE FUCK--" Yea...so...Riddle scolded both of them :D

A/N: I dunno guys…just went with what my heart was saying on this one…

And now I disappear again 👅

Crawls away

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[mscherub]

ALSO, TO MY LOVELY BBG

@aquacinthy

HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN WOOOOOOO

(Now if u see this ima need u to open up ur discord and look at all the messages I’ve spammed u with…thanks)

[mscherub]

This is a bad idea considering I still have like a couple requests to do…but I have writers block chat.

Opens up my asks and requests

AHHHHHHHH

[mscherub]

A/N: OML IT’S ME GUYS, BACK AND WRITING AGAIN HELLO HEHEHEHE! My break was very nice…I’m lying, actually, a lot of things happened, unrequited love, losing friends, the whole messed up qualities of life, but anywayssssss…

I present to you my Bday Fic! Today is my birthday, when I’m posting this, so May 25th! For anyone else who shares this amazing day with me, or if ur birthday is soon, OR EVEN IF UR BIRTHDAY IS MONTHS FROM NOW, happy birthday, and this is for all of us. I made it silly, like always, so enjoy, my lovelies! This is just something I threw together quick so— 😭

Gender Neutral reader! Referred to as Y/N and or prefect…I forgot 👍

Tags: bday, supposed to be funny but like…yea

Warnings:

Swearing

Heartfelt at the end

Hugging…I just wanted to hug the staff mb 😞

(Put this pic purely because of the leech twins…they my favs ofc heh…)

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“Prefect!” Ace’s' loud voice at seven in the morning wasn’t exactly the wake up call you would have preferred, or wanted, but here he was, coming over and rubbing your hair playfully, tousling it and messing it up after you had just done it.

“Aye! Back off, dude, what are you–”

He takes a breath in and looks around at everyone in the hall before he…oh sevens no! HE CAN’T BE SERIOUS.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Prefect, happy birthday to youuuuuu…I sing like so great, right?” He dusts off invisible dust from his uniform and gives you the smuggest smile you've ever seen in the existence of your life time.

Confetti then randomly appears above and flutters to the ground, albeit a little late with the timing, and coating the both of you in the glittery, rainbow peices of paper. This was just absurd. You turn around to see the two culprits, Deuce and Grim, Deuce with his magic pen pointed just a foot or so above your head.

“Ace told me to! If you get mad, be mad at him!”

“WAH– no, Deuce, don’t push the blame all on me, you— we agreed on this! The both of us!”

You didn’t feel like watching them fight. Not now. Though, it usually was a funny sight to witness, Tweedledee and Tweedledum…eh, whatever. You had class to get to, unfortunately, if they were late, definitely not your problem to deal with. The people once staring at the squad of imbeciles, you four, are walking away at the sight of your sour face.

This damn confetti in your hair. You pick it out of the strands as you move on.

You push open the doors to the lecture hall, yes, still while picking out the colorful vomit they just had to magically poof down onto you, and see Crewel’s eyes instantly lock onto you.

How to prove your innocence 101:

Use rhetoric and object to anything that someone says, make it seem as if what you are being blamed for, even though you did it, is not plausible since you’re innocent.

“Is today your birthday, Prefect?”

“Me eating during the lab is not something I would do I know that violates the safety rules we went over at the beginning of the year but I’m a good student and I promise I would never ever do something as absurd as that and— oh…”

He goes silent. You do as well. He clears his throat awkwardly and quirks an eyebrow at the onslaught of new information.

“Hahah…yes! It is my birthday. Great day, huh? No need for uh…endorsing it. You know? Just another day…” You clasp your hands together, your voice slightly higher pitched. Just keep tricking him. Yes. Perfect.

“Right…anyhow, after class, please stay for a quick discussion.”

HAH. Now you’ve done it.

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The students filter out one by one, all seemingly very excited to finally be able to leave after the montonuous lab prep you guys had to do for tomorrow's class. At least, since all the petri dishes were prepared and ready to go, getting samples shouldn’t be all that difficult. You knew a few nasty places around campus…heh.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?” You’re pulled from your thoughts and you look at Crewel who’s holding a box, meticulously wrapped in dalmatian like wrapping paper, finished off with a red, satin ribbon around the sides that meets in the middle, contorted and tied into a pretty bow.

“You know how the boys can get, if one person has something, then the other must receive one, too.” His steps are brisk and heavy as he approaches you. He plops the box in your hand. “You always have been my favorite pup. Even if you slip up sometimes.”

“One time, professor…” You smile and bring the gift closer to inspect it. There really wasn’t much to look at.

“Open it. See if you like it, if not…I have other items as well. You deserve something at least that matches your taste.”

Without a second thought, you open up the present, revealing, in a nice case which is most likely more expensive than the gift itself, is a hair stick. It’s shaped as a rose with red felt as the petals, and the stem golden. It’s too pretty. Now that gifts are on the mind…did people really go out of their way to get you one? Hmm…

“It’s gorgeous. Thank you so much.” The gift is forgotten, and in its place is the hug you give to Crewel. He hugs you back, matching the same fervor as his warm chuckle melodically fills the room.

“Of course.”

No. This is nice. Nicer than the present he got you, for sure. His cologne isn’t too strong, but it’s relaxing in a way. You pull away a moment later, a giddy smile cracking through your lips.

“I believe I should write you a late pass…then off you go.”

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“Bunch of sissies…see, I like this. If this was gym class everyday, I would be a happy camper.” Now you have access to a whistle. Gifted from Vargas, a little odd for a gift, but it had a versatile use. Maybe you can sound it when Grim doesn’t want to get the hell up and out of bed, or maybe when Ace is trying to rile up Deuce with some stupid thing he always “has” to do. Great ideas for the way to use the whistle, indeed. Effective and efficient, the things that mattered.

They run laps on the track for PE today, and you just get to sit back and watch. Why not make them suffer just a bit, you know? Ok, maybe it is just a little evil, but for the shit they’ve put you through? This is merely…light pay back for everything. You’re not heartless, no, but this is amazing to watch.

“Prefect…” Ace’s whines aren’t unheard, but a lot of the other students bicker about the unfairness, as well. Vargas is eating the moment up, naturally, his students are getting the work out of their lives. And– It’s just all fun in games!

“Even Deuce is dyin over…ther..gurgh…”

“Aaanndd,” Ace trips over his own feet and sprawls out on the track, cheek pressed against the ground and the rest of his body laying limp, “down for the count. Fine…”

You blow the whistle and end their “suffering.”

Varga chuckles and offers up a fist which you gladly bump back.

You get glares for the rest of the class after that. So worth it…

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”Y/N, I’ve something for you.” He calls you over just as your about to walk out of class.

Grim snickers and wishes you the best of luck with the punishment you’ve gotten for the apparent trouble you’ve caused.

“Uh…yes?”

He slides over a thin box, not wrapped, but— again with the boxes looking expensive. You knew a lot of people had money here, but damn!

“Open it. It’d prove to be a good gift, for you, at least.”

With a curt nod the box is in your hands in a second. You slide the lid off and find another wooden box inside. Oh. You take that wooden box out and undo the clip on the side, pushing back the lid and looking at the fountain pen, crafted with pretty designs, and undoubtedly expensive.

“So you’ll stop having to borrow mine, or using those cheap ones. The ink smears much too quickly and with how sloppily you write…”

“I get it…thank you, though, Professor.” You offer up a small smile, and he gives you a small one back. The item is set down on his desk and forgotten for the moment as you walk behind the late wooden thing and give Trein a nice hug. He definitely wasn’t expecting it, but he reciprocates. It’s a nice moment. His hug is grounding, a sign that, yes, you’re here in this moment, living life like this, whether it’s in a good or bad way.

“Thank you again…” The words fall out as you slip away, his hand rubbing a small circle one last time

“No need. Once is enough Happy birthday. Actually, I believe Crowley informed me he needed you to go to his office after classes.”

…nah, what the fuck.

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“You needed me?”

The bird-brained man looks up from his stacks of paper, his pen stalling in its jumble of scribbles which looked oddly like his signature. You wonder if he actually reads the documents he has to sign. Anyhow, his eyes go wide and he stands up with a flourish, his arms extended as he waltzes over to you with that air of “I’m better than you” that always surrounds him.

“Y/N! Prefect! Ah! Perfect, of course. Punctual as always. You see, I was just working on paperwork. The interruption of the papers talking to me was much needed, indeed. Happy birthday to you, might I add, of course. I am so humble, of course I wouldn’t forget, you know!”

Ok. As crazy as ever, but he remembered something at least.

“Ah, that reminds me.” He walks back over to his desk and pulls out a card, coming back over and shoving it into your hands.

“For you, naturally. Since it’s the day of your birth. You’ve survived thus long, that’s a feat of its own.”

That…sounds vaguely like a threat, but you know what, the thought of the compliment that counts. You open the envelope carefully. Ok, nothing concerning yet. You pull the card out slowly and you open it to find…One…one dollar.

“Go buy something good with that! There’s plenty you can get!”

Plenty you can get? With one dollar? ONE? Probably can’t even get a damn pack of gum with that.

“Move along now. We all have things to do…also I believe you have people— oh!” He cuts himself off and chuckles, waving his hand to dismiss you, and that comment. “Happy day!”

Right…back home and hopefully being given the gift that’s best of all— a nap.

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The gifts were so thoughtful, of course, well, you’re still counting Crowley since he decided to even give you anything. The rest of the staff probably pestered him into it for all you could know, so, maybe he wouldn’t have done that on his own.

Brisk footsteps approach you from behind and you whip around.

“Hello, little imp! I heard it’s someone’s special day, no? Here. On the house. Pay me back some other time.” Mr. Sam gives you a small wink and then takes a step back, patiently waiting for you to dig through the bag he handed you.

You do, not until after you’ve set down the other gifts given to you, which Sam offers to hold, and then you open it up.

It was a whole bunch of goodies, most of your favorite candies scattered across the bottom, and a little plushie nestled against a card. You look up at Sam, then back down at the bag, then up at him again, sliding your hand through the handle as you give him a well deserved hug.

“In the envelope are a few coupons and gift cards…courtesy of the mystery shop.”

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“Ok, Grim…I’m back.”

That’s…odd. Where’s the over eccentric yelp of surprise from the usually hungry feline…why is it quiet. This isn’t good…you walk further into the foyer. The lights to the lounge are shut off. The room is pitch black and nothing can be seen. you pause for a moment, setting down all of the presents that you had previously acquired from the teachers on the console table.

You think, after residing with ramshackle for so long that you would’ve memorized with the lights, which is our final, but that’s proven to be a false talent you thought you had.

“Grim? Grimmy? Yooo…hello? Grim! I swear if you don’t say anything in the next five seconds it’s no tuna for a week—“ You grope around the wall fishing and searching for the light switch until you finally flip it up and turn the light on.

Oh.

“SURPRISE!!!” The usually empty lounge is inhabited by a rowdy bunch of boys screaming at the top of their lungs with the fervor that you’ve never seen before.

You’re stunned, of course, why wouldn’t you be? This was certainly not what you had expected considering mostly everyone else just gave you a small “happy birthday!” and a “good luck in life, may it be prosperous.” You didn’t think they would go this far for you. But you aren’t complaining. No, you’re fairly happy.

“Well shi— shoot! Yes…woah…I’m just. Wow.” Your words tumble out, luckily the act of filtering your words quickly still stuck somewhat even in the moment of shock.

“You didn’t mean it, right?” Grim floats over and crosses his paws.

“Hmm? About what?”

“The tuna!”

You chuckle and shrug. “Mmm…I dunno. Guess we’ll see how I feel after this surprise party…”

Everyone has a smile on their faces, and— yep! Malleus is here, good…wouldn’t have wanted anything bad to happen…but…everyone you’ve grown so close to is here. They’re here with you for your moment. Even the teachers bothered to step in and do something for you.

You thought you would spend it alone…or just with Grim. But you were proven really wrong, huh?

“Mraw! Hey! Y/N?! Why are ya cryin?” Grim claws at your shoulders. What? Crying?

You wipe at your cheeks, feeling the droplets transfer over to your fingertips. Shit. You are.

“Hey, heyyyyy! Cay-kun says no tears on your birthday!” Cater gives you a playful wink, holding up his phone and giving it a small shake. “Can’t ruin the photos! But…you do still look good when you cry—“

“Enough of him, Y/N. I made cupcakes for everyone and some of your favorite desserts for the party.” Trey interrupts.

“Shrimpy!” And those are the words you always hear before your inevitable doom. He wraps his arms around you tight.

“I could just pop ya! Cmon…parties are supposed to be fun.”

“I got the music covered! And anything else if we need it!” Kalim puts on some random playlist and blares it through the speakers, that is until Jamil turned it down for the sake of everyone else after Kalim walked off.

Floyd sets you down and off he goes to bug other people, “off with your head,” definitely being a phrase you’ll hear soon.

“You alright, beastie?”

It’s unfortunately a normal sight to see Lilia upside down, but anyhow, his question jogs you back to the present time. No use brooding about things out of reach. Family and friends from your world…you missed them dearly…but you basically had a new family here. A good one.

You nod, looking away and dabbing at your cheeks again in case any other fears decided to fall without your knowing and consent. Stupid emotions.

“I’m just…happy…that’s all. Really happy. Thankful for you guys. All of you. But enough of that…Let’s start then, yea? I know I want something sweet right now.” Your smile comes back. How seamlessly they managed to make you feel better.

Happy birthday to you. 🎉

Like I said, this was thrown together. Now I’m tired.

😴

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[mscherub]

hihi!!! i really, really really reallyreally like your writing!! ive been reading the posts you have on my fyp and I'm like! woah! then i saw you had your requests open and im like! heck yeah i needta get in on this! anyways can i be 🪽? (im like a bird i only flyyyy awayyyy ahh emoji)

if its all right can i request Idia with a reader who can do anything BUT confess? like they will be giggling and kicking their feet putting a heart at the end of their goodbye messages, making playlists for him with exclusively romantic songs, and complimenting him often on his skills. i know idia probably wouldn't have the guts to confess... reader will be trying to be romantic and flirt as much as possible while still being as deniable as possible to try and test the waters (they're just a coward) and gets nervous when shit gets real? and maybe eventually they take their silly flirting with possible deniability a bit too far.. sorry if its not too good i dont request stuff often..

A/N: I dunno what I’m doing to have ppl like my writing so much, BUT HEYYY 🪽

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS UHH HEH—

(Sorry, I was like dealing with more stressful situations, AGAIN. MY LIFE IS NOT RELAXED ANYMORE I SWEAR. Ever since I decided to help out with Sports Med I’ve just been…dying😞)

Idia is a guy I love but haven’t really written for, so all I can ask is that u bear with me here. It won’t be the best!

Tags: Unshared Feelings, flirty reader,

Warnings:

U know me…Swearing <3

Mentions of shooting/guns (video games)

My cringey mentions of Overwatch. I’m sorry y’all 😞

FIRST TIME WRITING FOR MY BOY 😪

4:26 pm

Idssssss. Idia! IDIA! Gorgeous man, read my messages

You sigh and chew on the inside of your cheek as you look down at your phone. It’s so simple for someone to just pick up their phone and respond…especially Idia who’s always on some sort of technology device…but I guess not now.

He’s probably gaming with someone…maybe. Possibly one of his raids. You knew he liked to play with a whole bunch of random people online, had some people friend, but picking up his phone at the moment would be a nice thing to do…spending a moment of his time for his actual “irl” friend would be nice.

4:27

Ids. Honeyyyyy…pick up ur phone and answer my messages <3

I WANNA COME OVER AND GAME

yes or no bro >:(

ANSWER ME. GET OFF UR GAME AND PICK UP UR PHONE…

Well, this wasn’t going well. So, maybe he’s sleeping. A good thought. With his wacky sleep schedule it is a plausible thing—

Don’t ever call me that again!

You read his message and purse your lips, quirking an eyebrow in the process before you decided whether to leave him on read and give him a taste of his own medicine or just answer…of course you’re gonna answer him, who are you kidding.

Call you what?

THOSE NAME?

What, Honey…gorgeous?

…stfu

OMS DID I HIT A NERVE HEHEHEHEH, I think it’s cute. You’re probs blushin rn :P

You’re not allowed to come over to game now

WAIT IDS NO HOLD ON U ASSHOLE

…

>:(

Come over at like 4…I’m doing a dungeon rn, so stop messaging me.

Fine, Fine…suit yourself…honey <3

And left on read again…it was worth it. Even over text, getting a reaction is glorious.

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Buttons are being smashed, at least to your perception of it, Idia says it’s “practiced precision”, and with each click, little “pews” emanate from the speakers of the screen. A first person shooter game! But he was in a competitive match and would not let you pick up the controller since you’d be playing on his account…he can’t trust you with all that power yet…You just gotta sit and watch.

“Thought you were against button mashing…” you mumble. Your eyes narrow at the screen as you sip on a drink and watch each shot fire come from the gun.

“In rhythm games…but I’m not just firing out anywhere I want! I’m using my ult and abilities when I need to— and in this game these guys aren’t bottom level noobs for once…but they still play a lot worse then me Weeheehee…they can take the L with their deaths.”

The controller makes a small creaking noise as he grips it harder.

“Mmm, better lock in then, Ids…”

“I already am…”

Ortho zooms in and he takes a spot behind the both of you, watching Idia take on a 1 v 5…

“You’re doing good— hey theres someone flanking behind…oh, it’s Reaper. IDIA SHOOT HIM?”

“I have this widow sniping at me every chance she gets when I put down my shield…smh. The damage can deal with the Reaper…” he sighs, and then he gets shot by said reaper…and then dies. Both of you go silent and he can already tell you’ll have something to say to him to really tick him off…

“Don’t say I didn’t tell you because I did…” Idia can hear the giggle you’re trying to suppress and he side eyes you.

“You’re not funny.”

“I find myself to be exponentially funny, Idia. Hilarious. Not histrionic.” Your hand covers your mouth as a smirk makes its way up.

“Shut up. Weirdo. Loser. L…” He grumbles. He shifts in his seat again and huffs out a puff of air, watching the countdown until he respawns.

“Sounds like you want me to go? How mean…”

That pout. That damn pout you always do. Are you trying to kill him? If so, it’s a great assassination attempt for sure…like those characters in movies that seem innocent but really aren’t. Exactly. A temptress. He’s certainly falling for the act, though— well not that he’s going to admit to that. You know what, no, he’s not falling for your tricks, actually. He’s much smarter than that. He’s not gonna be a normie and fall head over heels for someone. That’s basic stuff. He has games to worry about.

He looks away, his eyes wide, and even with his inner protests to everything, a nice pretty blush creeps up his neck and dusts his cheek and tips of his ears.

“Would you stop…” And back to the game just like that after he respawns. He grumbles under his breath. About the game at first, and then a few comments about you.

His leg bounces up and down out of nervousness. He can’t help it. The things you do to him. He hates it. Hates you.

Ok, maybe he doesn’t hate you, per se, but the way you so seamlessly corrupt his thoughts, twisting them into a singular thought of quite literally just you is completely beyond comprehension and baffling to him…plus, you couldn’t like him anyways. He’s just a shut in gamer. WAIT. Why is he thinking about that?! He totally doesn’t like you, anyways.

Again, he likes his life that way anyways, so he doesn’t care…definitely not about you. He doesn’t need anyone. You’re just a gaming buddy. Someone close, but not like a best friend. Yawn. Can’t be normal like that. It’s weird.

“Fine. Sorry. Didn’t mean to make you fall harder for me.”

That’s it. He pauses. His face flushes more and he shakes his head.

“You’re insufferable…go take your weirdo self out of my dorm and bug someone else.”

“Why should I do that? I don’t like anyone else really…plus I get to watch the master at work with his games!”

He agrees to your words. “Yea. I’m the master alright. I’m not top 500 for nothing on this game, weeheehee…plus I’ve got all the cosmetics you could ever ask for, most common to most rare. That’s what hours of grinding away on these games can get you, and that’s why I’m so good. People are even lucky to play with me! Oh—…” and he’s quiet again.

Ortho giggles, the only thing that reminded you he was also present within this conversation. “Mmm! Brother is amazing! Also, it seems that brother has elevated levels of dopamine and Oxytocin. I’ll continue to scan to gauge other parts of—“

“GAH! Ortho no!” The tips of his hair are a nice baby pink, a contrast to his usual bright blue hair.

“Scan canceled. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t need you…ugh. It’s ok. Sorry.” Idia waves Ortho off.

“Those are simply the hormones of happiness within—“

“I know, I know! Just stop it…please. Sorry.”

They both continue on like nothing happened, and the atmosphere died down again into a quiet calmness, the controller clicking making itself evident again.

“Oh…hey, ids…I gotta dip. Ace keeps spamming me about Grim. Apparently he’s trying to steal tarts again. What’s new with that, anyways.” You stand up and walk to the door. You catch a glimpse of his shoulders slumping and him biting the inside of his cheek out of possible disappointment. Though, you wouldn’t assume.

“See ya, handsome.” You push open the door and take your leave, but you don’t miss the words he squeaks out as you go.

“JUST LEAVE ALREADY!” He yelps as he shakes his head. He dies in game again.

“We won…” Idia sighs, throwing the controller gently to some area on the floor.

“As always!”

“I…find their presence nice, Ortho. Do you think they meant it when they said they don’t like anyone else. Oh! That’s too much wishful thinking! Nah, nah, nah!” The words fly out.

“With the body scan, you had raised levels of dopamine and—“

“I know…no need to say it verbatim. Ok, fine, here…I like when they come around. That’s all there is to it.” He grabs his energy drink and takes a small simp from it, bringing his knees to his chest as he falls into a deep thought.

“Is that all?” Ortho tilts his head…maybe he can help his big brother out a little.

“I…like them. Well, no. Maybe. Yes? Gah! I can’t tell them that…that’s a pathetic. I am…with that normal people stuff. Plus it’s boring. Real boring. Love is boring…” he pauses, “but…maybe not with them— WHO AM I KIDDING?! Gah…why is this difficult…”

“If big brother is happy when they’re around, then maybe you do like them! That’s normal! I like them, too, if they make you that happy!” He giggles and nods enthusiastically. Just a small push in the right direction.

“Maybe? Maybe? I’d rather not like them…it’s awkward. What’s a shut in like me going to be able to do for them?” He sets the can down.

“Lots of stuff! Look…don’t they ask you if they can come over to play? They like to spend time with you, clearly! I’d consider giving it a shot.” Ortho floats around, his eyes crinkled in a smile.

“A shot at what?” He mumbles.

“Confessing!”

“No. No way! I can’t just…walk up to them and, and. I wouldn’t know what to say…” he closes his eyes and brings his hands to his head, shaking his head at the silly idea.

“Think of what you’d say!”

“Well…I’d…say that I really like them around, you know? And when we do game, it’s fun, and they don’t really turn down any games I offer up for us to experiment with. They talk to me a lot and…always bug me, even though I say it’s annoying I really do enjoy it because it shows me that maybe they care at least a little to go out of their way and message me— enough about that. Well…also the way they don’t get deterred when I info dump. Guess I’m just really thankful they…stick around. Listen. Their eyes are pretty…their lips— NO! Ahhh…” He buries his against his knees.

“Oh! See? You’re passionate!”

“Urgh…don’t even say it…”

“All you need is a small push to tell them!” He beams.

“Like that would ever happen, Ortho. It’s fine…I’ll just…I dunno. I’m not gonna say anything, anyways. Wayyyyyy outa my comfort zone.”

Ortho sighs, clenched fits resting on his hips as he scowls at Idia. If he wouldn’t say anything, then Ortho would. Simple!

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“And thennnnn, get this, guy walks up to me acting all tough and what not, stupid shit, really. He was just trying to act like he was the bigger person, anyways, but Vargas caught him and I got to sit and watch this guy run laps on end around the track. Pure gold. Ten out of ten would watch again.” You hum.

The cafeteria is as loud as usual, and the first years listen in on your stories you managed to accumulate within an hours time. Really, it was crazy how trouble seemed to follow you.

“And this started all because…” Epel quirks a brow.

“Oh! Yea, because I accidentally kicked the ball as a foul three times and then got out. Over kickball.”

“That’s childish…” Sebek frowns and continues to cut at his lunch with a knife.

“Tell me about it. I mean, kickball, it’s literally just kickball, I say that guy should be lucky they didn’t have to fly on brooms today for PE, but to each their own. His was of reacting was overzealous, for sure.”

“Has anyone seen ortho?” Jack breaks up the belabor of whatever had happened earlier. The silence is loud.

“Oh…that’s a good question—“

“Y/N! I need you to come with me! Please!” Ortho quite literally pops up out of no where, also seemingly in a rush as well. A little out of the ordinary.

“Hey— what’s up?” His hands grip around your arm and he yanks you up.

“I need you back at Ignihyde! Just for a moment, I promise!”

“W-what? It’s the middle of the school day, ortho and— wah! Ah! Ok…geez, I’m coming!” He tugs on your arm again and you stumble a little bit over the bench attached to the table. Everyone else just watches…that’s nice of them.

In a dire situation where you were actually being dragged off by some rando would they just stare and not interfere, too? Maybe.

Ortho keeps a decently tight grasp on you as he drags you out of the lunch room. Whatever he has for you must be important if he’s robbing you out of the middle of school hours…better be worth it. And hopefully you make it back for alchemy.

“So…what is it?”

“Can’t say yet! It’s a surprise!”

…

Oh.

Furtiveness wasn’t exactly what you had hoped for.

“Hey now…a little hint wouldn’t hurt, right? I have classes I need to get back to, and, I’ll be over later! I’m gonna bug Ids again so, if can wait—“

“Nope!”

He’s dead set…ok, then. You’ll be late to class and suffer the consequences. Hopefully someone vouches for you.

You reach the mirror chamber in a matter of a few minutes, the silence continuing to stretch as Ortho gains more focus at the task at hand for him, at least. You’re left to continue wondering what to make of the nature of the situation randomly sprung onto you.

You pass through the rippling, reflective surface and Ortho still doesn’t stop, actually, leading you along a little more quickly.

“I wanted to have big brother say something to you!” He finally spills the info. He pushes open idias door.

Idia looks over, not bothered at first, but then he sees you. He freezes. Clearly, you accompanying Ortho to his room was not what was meant to happen just based off of the look he gives you. Completely and utterly surprised.

“Wah..? Ortho. Y/N— Otho what are they doing here?!” He shrinks back in his chair.

“Brother! Here! I decided I must help you two out!”

You both blink.

“Help us out?” You tilt your head. “I don’t think we need any help—“

“Yes you do! It’s annoying to see the blatant flirting and the effects it has. You two need to fess up.” Ortho pulls you closer to Idia who sits in his gaming chair. He’s about ready to jump up and stand in the corner…

“There’s nothing to f-fess up. Let them go back to class!” Idia scoots his chair back, but Ortho protests with another shove on your back so you take a step closer to him.

“There is too! I want you both to be happy…” He pouts, then looks at you. “Since he won’t say it himself…”

Ortho goes quiet for a short moment until he plays some sort of audio from the speakers he has. Idias eyes go wide and he lights up pink.

“Well…I’d…say that I really like them around, you know? And when we do game, it’s fun, and they don’t really turn down any games I offer up for us to experiment with. They talk to me a lot and…always bug me, even though I say it’s annoying I really do enjoy it because it shows me that maybe they care at least a little to go out of their way and message me— enough about that. Well…also the way they don’t get deterred when I info dump. Guess I’m just really thankful they…stick around. Listen. Their eyes are pretty…their lips— NO! Ahhh…”

…

Ortho stops the recording and smiles, his eyes closing in with his proud grin.

“Oh…” you look at Idia, “did you…say that? About me? Is that…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, actually, that wasn’t me at all and that was just some ai voice that ortho made up to make it look like I said that but in reality I didn’t actually say that and you know…that was…was…why are you…what— hey!”

You move your face closer to his, head tilted still as your hands rest on the arm rests of his gaming chair.

“Stop bluffing…I’m not…mad.” You mumble.

“W-well…surely disgusted I mean cmon—“

“Shhh. No. I’m happy, Idia. Really happy. Like…a lot.”

Ortho is all giddy in the corner…

“I knew you’d be— wait. Happy? Happy?! I…what do you mean?” He pushes his head back as far as it can go against the chair. A futile attempt to hide away from the embarrassment, and of how close you are.

“Happy. Yes. I didn’t know you…actually felt like that. To be honest…I kinda thought it was all one sided…with me. I remember way back when you said you were never interested with all that sappy bullshit…I thought I didn’t have a chance…” You straighten back up, arms falling back to your sides as you ponder everything that has happened in exactly two minutes.

He visibly relaxes at the whimsy edge to your voice. He didn’t know. Thought it was all just a false show to rile him up. He thought he fell for lies. But if what you’re saying is true…

“Well…I guess I wasn’t at the start…until we got closer then…the idea became…I guess a little more appealing. Not all that much, though.” He looks away, still blushed pink.

“So…”

“Right…” he nods.

“You guys both like each other?” Ortho floats back over, worried already.

Of course you did…just the act of admitting it. You guys technically already did, but actually saying it is proving to be difficult.

“I mean…Yea…I do.” You nod.

Idia is close to just toppling over and falling to the ground from how dazed he seems to be. High off the adrenaline and embarrassment.

“I…yea.” He nods. His hands cover his face.

“Hey…none of that.” Your hands rush to grab his wrists, he jumps of course, but your grip is far from tight. At least you think. You can’t really tell. This whole this has caused a fuzzy feeling to override most of your senses.

“I like you.”

“gah! I like you too I guess I mean woah wait yea your super close wait—“

Ortho gives a small innocent push on your back again.

And, just like in any cheesy rom-com, you fall forwards and your faces get closer. Your lips touch and he instinctively wraps his arms around you to prevent you from slipping away any further.

“Big brother and Y/N!” Ortho giggles as he brings his hand up to cover the lower half of his face. “Congratulations!”

It’s comical how quick you stand up, the blush making its way to your cheeks as you cover your lips with your forearm. That didn’t just happen, did it?

Oh. It did.

“Ortho!” Is all Idia can squeak out before he shrinks away into his hoodie. He’ll need some time…

“In the end, I did you two a favor…now can we play some games? Y/N, cmon! Let’s play!”

“I have a feeling I’ll be over a lot more, now…so we can maybe play after classes” you chuckle.

Ortho thinks for a moment and nods. “Of course! Brother should be fine by then…” He smirks.

Ortho for the win.

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Bonus!:

Can’t believe Ortho orchestrated all of that…

Leave it to him when he’s set on something

Oh! I didn’t expect an answer so soon…guess you cooled down a bit?

Don’t say anything about what happened. I don’t need to replay the memory again

So you’ve been thinking about it, huh?

THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT

It’s ok, heh…we have more time to explore in the future ;)

…I feel you’re relentless on the flirting and saying weird crap will not cease

Nope! It’ll get worse

Good to know

Hey, I gotta go, class is starting!

Ok…text me soon, IF you want not forcing you or anything it’s really just a good suggestion and all that

I will, I promise

…

I love you

Read

Say it back once you’ve calmed down…

Oh! I’ll make us a playlist later, too…so that is an invitation to send me music recs. Plz

Sure…also

Guess I love you too. I can’t believe I said that!

Proud of you!

This would go just fine—

“Hand over the phone.” Crewels gloved hand is palm up and expectant. You look up at him and sigh, trying a pout, yet it never works. “Cmon, pup, I won’t have anyone disobeying rules. You’ll get it back after class.”

“Yes, sir…”

Passes out

Urgh…I’m tired now chat. Mmkay…baiajwozjaozkaibxlanwlzhalsibwlzuwla RAH

this is as good as it’s gonna get, shorter than I wanted, but my bed is calling me 😪

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[mscherub]

LOKI LOKI LOKI POOKIE YAYAYAYYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY…support my friend chat…grrrrr 😠

Idia headcannons

For a while he is not comfortable with like being together dates cause bro is so antisocial and literally everything else on gods green earth, so he does little movie or game dates with you at ramshackle. AND HOLY SHIT DOES HE GO OUT OF HIS WAY TO MAKE IT AS AWESOME AS HE CAN. For movie nights he's buying you the best TV he can he's getting a surround sound system put in, he's getting you the best snacks he can. For game nights, he's buying you all the gaming systems with the best set ups, he's buying you all the games he can think you would like, he's linking all of your systems together so he can play with you all the time.

Bro is texting you good morning amd good night the second he can. Bro is texting you about his day. He's texting you about something he learned, he's texting you about the shit he took. If something happened your getting immediately texted. He literally can not stop texting you it is a new addiction.

He is teaching you everything he knows about anything. IDIA LOOOOOOVES TO BRAG ABOUT THE THINGS HE KNOWS AND WANTS TO SHARE IT!!!!!

If Ortho don't like you expect him to drop you immediately. That's his little brother, he's gonna trust his judgement to a almost painful T.

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Walks back and looks around at tumblr, nodding and sighing out slowly…

Hey guys…fic soon is all I gotta say. YAYAYAYA—

I’m happy to be back with writing! The break was needed, definitely, so requests will be open again…well…soon, after I get the rest I have waiting for me in drafts done.

I love all of you dearly, tysm guys for being patient, MWAHHHH

[mscherub]

Hey lovelies! Haven’t been posting a whole lot and, to be honest, that’s due to lack of motivation and just a wave of tiredness that has taken me over 😞

I’ve been coming up with a few ideas, but none have been written, and other fics/requests I’ve been working on also haven’t been worked on in a while— 💀

So! In conclusion, my hiatus, which I’ve basically been on for weeks now, and have failed to mention, will be over around May 24th. The 25th is my birthday so I’d like to get a bday fic out then for anyone else whose bday it might be! Also, yay, cause we share a great day together hehehehehe…

Anyways guys…my bed is calling me. Again. I will be back soon and writing…LOVE U GUYS RAHHHH 🩷

[mscherub]

Beauty in the Villain’s Garden (Fem!Belle!Reader x Twst)

A/N: Hey lovelies! This is a new book I’m working on…we don’t talk abt what happened to the other one…Witchy Ways just did not work out for me. I might redo it over the summer if I have time, though! But for now…this is my new work…so enjoy!

First chapter is on Wattpad! This will be a Wattpad exclusive series for a little until I slowly start to move parts over here :3

Reader is Fem!Belle!Reader, She/Her pronouns are used and Y/N is used!

Warnings: Death, anxiety, !Female reader!

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꧁༺Prologue ༻꧂

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"𝓜𝔂, 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻..." 

The woman's voice is meek. Her skin is pale; her forehead covered in a sheen of sweat as she lays in her sickbed, clinging onto a small rose rattle as if it's her lifeline.

༺ Drip... ༻

༺ Drip... ༻

༺ Drip... ༻

The rain pours down in heaps and heaps. A bucket in the middle of the wooden floor clinks with each drop of water leaking in from the roof and collects it.

"What is it, my love?" He peeks up from the project on his workbench. He stands hastily and walks over and kneels down next to her bed.

"𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼...𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻..." She murmurs. Her eyes flutter shut, not wanting to take the risk of looking at the man she loved who gazes at her with the same pity she has seen for the weeks she's been sick. 

"Don't say such words as if you're going to leave..." A hand grasps hers in a tight hold. Both their hands tremble. One out of fear and the other out of acceptance.

"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻, 𝓜𝓪𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓮...𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓰𝓸. 𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻..."

"Nonsense. You'll be right by our side in order to make those memories with us...Colette...Colette? Colette!"

Her breathing stops. Her eyes open again to a lidded state; lifeless, dazed, gone. Her mouth is cracked open. But the most peculiar part, she left with a smile gracing her cold, chapped lips.

"Colette..." His voice cracks and he shakes his head. "How--"

The baby cries in the cradle, out of hunger, the cold, no, it's unknown, but ironically enough after the last breath of her mother. The tears that were threatening to fall from Maurice's eyes are swiftly wiped away with his sleeve of his patchwork jacket as he stands up and walks over to the small wooden rocker cradle, intricately designed by his hands and innovative mind.

"Poor thing...I've got you," he bounces the baby gently in his arms with tentative care, "Shh, shh...I will make everything right. I promise you this. And your mother."

...

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˚✧How does a moment last forever?✧˚

˚✧How can a story never die?✧˚

˚✧It is love we must hold onto...never easy,✧˚

˚✧but we try.✧˚

˚✧Sometimes our happiness is captured.✧˚

˚✧Somehow, a time and place stand still.✧˚

˚✧Love lives on inside our hearts and always will...✧˚

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The sun blazes even through the dense trees as the carriage moves along the muddy path. It had just rained the other day. The horses hooves are covered in the slick slime of mud, squelching with each careful trot, and the wheels are coated in the earthy fluid as everything moves along. Moves on...

"Father..."

"What is it, my Rose?" The leads crack as he hits them off of the back of the Drafts.

"Why must we move so far?" Her voice is quiet. Meek.

"That is...nothing of your concern..."

"But mother's grave--"

"Silence, my little rosebud...we don't need to be near her, for we have her in our hearts. Always. Her memory will live on so long as we do."

Memories live on...

Indeed, they do...

But how those memories can affect one so harshly...

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First chapter out on Wattpad <3

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[mscherub]

I know I said I was quote, “cooking up the Idia request,” but I’ve been sitting here staring off into the distance and occasionally getting a small burst of energy to dance to my music���usually when I’m this out of it I’m getting sick…a sixth sense 😞

SO I GOTTA ACT QUICK. SLEEP? WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, I DON’T KNOW HER

posts this then most likely goes to bed cause I always do that

[mscherub]

🌒 back again here to unblock your writer

(you’re welcome)

Banger posts as usual, also came bc it felt like I haven’t shown my presence recently but here we are, remember to eat your water and drink your carbs.

Hope you have a great week Author-san 🕺✨

Ahhhh ty pookie…heheheh. I’ll see what I can manage to squeeze out tonight since this is like my last day before I have to lock in. EOC tests are this week for my Body systems class…then I have my project due this Wednesday…A LOT LMAO. Also I see ur request in my inbox still…u know what one. I’ll get to it hopefully tonight 😏

Proceeds to eat my water bottle and then drink my chips

OK LOVE U POOKS

[mscherub]

YOUR FATHER SAYS GIVE IDIA OR SILVER RN OR IMMA EXPLODE

I know that’s u Loki…I know that’s u…GET BACK IN UR CAGE. IDIA IS ON THE WAY, I’m cooking up the request dw dw

[mscherub]

Just dropped a new fic, and now two new memes from my twst Discord server. I’m eating it up today heh…

Ok, back to suffering cause of writers block 😞

[mscherub]

Emotional Support Shrimp

A/N: cutely drops in this fic I’ve had in my drafts for months…I’m still working on the Idia request. AND FOR THE OTHER PPL WHO REQUESTED STUFF I SEE U, I’m just unmotivated…Writers block is kicking my ass 😞

Tags: A little dark, supposed to be funny, fluff, Floyd being a menace…

Warnings:

Floyd leech causes harm (when doesn’t he?)

Violence

mentions of injuries (random student, referee)

suggestive towards the end

Swearing

Honestly, when is money not always a huge feat for you? The day you finally get your allowance from Crowley, it’s gone within a minute from being spent on only a portion of needed items. Last week you ended up running out of tuna for Grim, and for the love of the seven you don’t wanna go through that again. Everyone knew of your situation, wasn’t very hard to see, but you weren’t the type to latch on to others and use them like a pay pig, but many offered which is a little concerning, anyways, to each their own, you suppose. You had your own values to follow, but you did appreciate what they were willing to do.

Azul knew quite fondly of your situation, using you as a “backup” employee for when one of the servers or dishwasher at the lounge decided to call off, and you usually accepted because, hey, money! He didn’t exactly trust you in the kitchen, mainly based off of the liabilities he could face since you didn’t even have birth records or anything that he could “ok” for you to work within that vicinity, but everything else was a great option.

The laborious shifts were no stranger to you after having taken up a position there so many times, you could say you were used to it by this point, and an even bigger achievement, used to the ways of the tweels, specifically Floyd. Yes they were unpredictable, yes they were scary when they wanted to be, yes they gave off mafia vibes, but they somehow “accepted” you, accepted, of course, being a very vague term to describe it. Maybe tolerate is a bit better. They didn’t seem to wish to cause harm or other masses of stress like they would just for funsies with other guys around campus, but if push comes to shove, you bet they’d have no doubt and chuck you under the bus in mere seconds, hence why you try and stay on their good side.

Technically they all owe you one in a way, especially Azul with his little overblot, but that’s something in the past for you at least.

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Incident One: Ice Bath

“Prefect, go reason with him!” Azul barks out the command. You sigh and turn around from his office and go to find Floyd. A cycle that repeats itself. Free Therapist for Floyd is a good title…no, wait no. Doesn’t make sense. Plaything would be more appropriate. The thought makes you shudder and shake your head.

The click of the dress shoes on the ground, the clamor of people in the lounge, drowns out as your thoughts officially take over.

This time Floyd messed around more than he should have with people on Azul’s black list, and he may or may not have gotten carried away. So now you’re back on the hunt to find him after getting an earful from the boss himself, and hearing him and the troublemaker bicker in his office. Fun times here at Mostro Lounge. Why’d you choose to work here. Should have asked Mr. Sam if he needed any help…

The door to the pool is stuck wide open and once you peer your head inside you see Floyd swimming in circles angrily, the water rippling swiftly around his body.

“Floyd.” You call out. It’s almost akin to a gentle coo. Where did that gentleness come from? Whatever…

“Wanna swim, Shrimpy? I’ll promise not to drown you.” He stops and smirks. Ok. Stay away from the water. “Or if you came here to chat…we can see if I’ve got the patience for that right now.” He sighs.

“Azul—“

“I don’t wanna hear it. Quit your yapping and go swim around somewhere else.” His eyes narrow and his fins tense.

“Look. If you just got back to work then—“ you’re cut off again.

“Work is the last thing I wanna do right now.” He glares at you, but then eerily a smirk forms once he beckons you over. “You can cheer me up if you swim with me.”

“I have to get back to working too— and ok, never mind…”

He hoists himself up onto the tiled floor, half of his tail still swaying in the water. And then he pouts at you. It shouldn’t do anything to sway your determination to get him on track again, but it crumbles down those walls and you find yourself walking towards him.

“Yay! You do like me a little at least then, Shrimpy.” He giggles, and before you know it he grabs your wrist and slips back into the water, pulling you in with him.

It’s cold. OH IT’S SUPER COLD!

Thrashing your arms in the water you bob back up to the surface, your uniform hat drifting away to the other side of this might-as-well-be ice bath. This was a lot colder than you remember when you went down to the sea the one time…

“Hah! Cold? Humans are just so weak…” Floyd’s voice rumbles from behind you and his slick, slimy arms wrap around your soaked clothes that act as a second skin, yet barely do anything to keep the bite of the cold away.

“But you’re my Shrimpy so I’ll keep ya safe.”

His warmth is shared with yours now, but it’s not enough, unfortunately.

“Floyd…lemme outta here. It so fucking cold holy shit.”

He giggles at your misfortune and spins around a few times with you in his arms slowly.

His chin rests on your shoulder and a silence falls over you two. It’s not uncomfortable. But it’s short lived.

“Hold your breath!”

“Floyd, wait— No!!”

Bubbles spew out of your nose and you force your eyes open only to see mismatched ones gleaming with amusement.

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“I can’t believe you two…the time spent, rather wasted, will be taken out of both of your checks. This is just unbelievable…” Azul groans. His hand runs down his face before he sets his elbows down on the desk and rubs his temples.

“Out of my office.”

The silence is loud as you two walk out, a towel wrapped around you and a sloppily dressed Floyd who was just earlier grumbling about having to drink that transformation potion.

“Do something like that again and…ugh…”

“Eh? I thought it was fun, Shrimpy! We’ll swim again soon for sure.”

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Incident Two: Plucked Petals

“Drag him back to work…” Again?

You heed Azul’s orders and you turn out of his office yet again, pushing open the door and heading on your way to search for the one and only…

He left midway through his shift. It had only been like 3 hours…and he already got “bored.” You’re just fed up with his excuses, and then you end up getting yelled at as well if you take too long. You need to get back on the clock, too, “be lucky I’m even paying you to go get him,” Azul says, “be lucky I even pay you in the first place,” Azul says. Ok…anyways.

Traces of Floyd are no where to be seen. He couldn’t have gone far in the span of, what? Five minutes? He had long legs, sure, but he—

“OFF WITH YOU’RE HEAD!”

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no. You knew who that was. Great. Now you had to calm down two people! Lovely…

You jog around the corner of the mirror chamber to the path way only to see Floyd with rose petals scattered about around him and a very angry riddle with his arms crossed in an exponential amount of annoyance and anger, as well as an unamused look.

“Oh-“

Riddles head whips in your direction and you prepare yourself for the onslaught of complaints…

“He broke a rule!” Riddle says, “He ruined my flowers,” Riddle says, “He came onto Heartslabyul grounds without invite and unannounced,” Riddle says. You had enough.

“Yea. He uh…mhmmm. I’ll take him back, just…uncollar him…” your finger points over to Floyd. He’s actively tugging at it and trying to crane his neck downwards so he can gnaw it off…is he ok?

“This is not the first time this has happened. I’ve let him get away with his actions one too many times. I shall send this matter to Headmaster Crowley now if you’d excuse me, Prefect. I have more pressing matters to tend to than dwaddle on a sorry soul who doesn’t know basic decency…”

“Riddle…I get where you’re coming from but Azul will soon have my head if I don’t bring him back and myself…so uh.” You sway on your feet.

He thinks for a moment. You weren’t untrustworthy, so maybe he could let this slide— just kidding, he’s Riddle. With a stern look and a dismissive tone, he makes up his mind and drags Floyd away to the main building.

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“And now Floyd has earned a suspension?” Jade hums as he wipes off a table.

“From entering any other dorm besides his own, prohibited to participate in any club activities or work at the lounge, and now Azul’s making me work his shift and mine for at least a week…until his suspension is up.”

“My, my…I’d say it was deserved. As much as Floyd is held dear to me, he causes the outcomes with his actions. He finds them to be quite amusing, however, greatly so once you get involved.”

“Yea— wait…when I get involved? Is he doing this stuff on purpose?” Your hands perch themselves on your hips.

“That I cannot tell you.”

“Ugh…”

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Incident Three: Balling

“What the fuck…” That’s all that leaves your lips once you step into the gym. People are chatting loudly and quickly and the only message that you got from Ace was:

Help. Floyd did sum shit. Tell him to get a hold and hopefully plan his words right so he doesn’t get a law suit

Safe to say you are fairly concerned. You push through the crowd of kids and find the familiar redhead accompanied by Jamil. Ace doesn’t let you speak one word once his eyes land on you.

“Ok, before you get all mad here, Prefect, you were the first one I decided to call cause uh…you know. You’re closer to the twins than anyone else really…” Ace attempts to reason with you but you’re entirely focused on something else. Someone else.

“Why is that guy passed out?”

The referee is surrounded by a few Sports med mages, all assessing the passes out form in the middle of the court. There’s a small pool of blood under his nose, which his nose is now plugged up with bits of gauze.

“Ok, yea. So…Floyd was given a penalty and he kinda hurled the ball at the ref…now he’s…” he motions vaguely to the motionless form. “Kinda knocked out. Probably has a broken nose. The look on the ref’s face was kinda priceless, though—“

Jamil smacks Ace and sighs.

“What?!”

“Floyd stormed off…” Jamil nods. That much is expected.

“Ok then…I shall…go find him.”

The suns setting. There’s a nice orange hue casted across the land. The setting would be really amazing to gawk at if it wasn’t for the task at hand. To find the culprit and ease him down from his hot headedness…you’re fine.

“Floyd—“

A hand grips your shoulder and turns you around. Face pressed against sweaty skin in under a second and you know who it is.

“Gross! Floyd!” His arms squeeze and, yep, don’t even try and breathe.

“That damn ref, you know? So sensitive! All I did was just trip someone…a couple times. RSA was kicking our asses again…just a tiny bit of foul play never hurt anyone…at least not too bad. Sports back in the sea were more fun!” His hold is steadfast.

“I once broke some poor guppies arm in a sport back home. Scuttle Ship. Fun game. And then I ripped his fins.”

“O-oh…ok…uh. On accident?” You struggle to keep your face from being muffled against his skin.

“Nah. Whole point of the game…whoever comes out less hurt is the winner.”

Oh…oh.

“Fun game…why are you here, anyways? Did ya come to watch the game? Hope you were gonna cheer for me.” His embrace, eases up.

“Uh, yea…and also I was worried…to see that you kinda left after what went down in the gymnasium…”

“Eh. He was a dumb ref like I said…”

You pause and clear your throat. “Your team needs you again…even id you’ll probably be benched.”

“Well then there’s no point in me going back. Plus. You’re better to hang around. I didn’t wanna play that game today, anyways…whaddya say we go scare some students walking around this late, huh?”

“Floyd…”

“Cmon.”

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Last shift of the week! Yay! You just gotta tough it out. Easier said than done. You’ll get your paycheck and then off to Heartslabyul to get Grim and then probably get force-fed some pastries by Trey which you’ll happily accept, and then back to Ramshackle.

“Jade, where’s Floyd? I need these orders for table 12, like now…” you huff as you shift the tray out from under your arm and place it down on the counter, looking back in the kitchen through the doubles doors that swing at their hinges. Articulating back and forth in a fluid motion.

“He got called into Azul’s office.” He hums as he idly writes down things on his notepad

“Again?” That’s just great news for you. “If I have to call him down again I might just quit for real this time.”

Jade doesn’t even turn his head at your words. There ones you’ve said before yet you’re still here.

“Always, he’s been slacking off, as usual.” He smiles. “I can go ask the cooks where the meals are if you’d like.”

“I’d…appreciate it. I need the tips from customers tonight so I need all the tables I can get. Thanks a bunch.” You sigh, leaning against the counter and pulling out your phone. You read a few of the messages sent to various group chats you were in, the first year group chat oddly talking about how Professor Crewel is, quote, “a kinky mf.” Yea, you’re just gonna put your phone away again…were they wrong though?

Jade comes back out carrying another circular tray, you straighten up and you take it off of him. “Thank you, Jade. You’re a financial savior for me.” You chuckle as you move your hand around on the bottom till it rests balanced on your palm.

“It was nothing, really.” He gives a small bow and goes back to his duties.

You head off again back into the seating areas, weaving through the crowds of people who were, for some reason, standing instead of sitting and ending up in your way. You make it over to your section and then over to the table, bending your knees a bit as you place the tray down on a smaller foldable table off to the side. A random plate is selected and you put on your happy face and act for the people sitting around in the booth.

“Here you are, the seafood bake, uh, then you, you got the lobster dish here…then you ordered the salmon, and then you ordered the snow crab! That’s it I believe? Does anybody need anything before I head off?” You clasp your hands together and look frantically around the table as you wait and watch for any of them to speak. You’re met with small shakes of their heads and soft sighs of no’s, taking the hint and giving one last bright smile before you nod and walk off.

Off in the distance, a muffled slam of a door is heard and you see Floyd walking out of Azul’s office, a grimace etched onto his face as he heads back into the kitchen and passes by Jade, who, just glares at him before he goes to finish his own tasks.

You knew what would happen next, Azul would find you, then make you “calm him down.” It was never something you liked mainly because it was putting your life at risk, which was ironic because Azul explicitly stated he didn’t want you partaking in any harmful activities, but whatever. It’s sadly another small side job that’s forced upon you just so Floyd can get back to work himself. All for money…

The other waiters grab dishes and scurry off, moving far away. The chatter and yelling within the kitchen dies down significantly, going quiet as pots and pans slam against the stove top, the only culprit of that being Floyd. You take one breath in before you go inside and pick out the teal-ish colored hair from the other bundles of students and walk over to him as calmly as you could. It’s better to do the things you know that you’ll be asked to do before they happen, so…you got this. And you’re only doing it because you know you’ll be asked to and totally not because you like Floyd maybe a little. That’s not it. Definitely not it. He’s scary why would you like him? Exactly. Anyways! No sweat! It’s just Floyd…that’s it! Just Floyd and no worries…everything will go swell and you’ll all be happy again! Maybe he’ll break a few ribs when he squeezes you but that’s nothing…you’ll just be magicked up later by the nurse mage and you’ll be just fine. Just fine. You’re sweating. Shit—

“Hey, Floyd. What happened.” You sigh with a slight pout on your face. He doesn’t even look at you, his face contorting even more into a look that said “leave me the fuck alone.��� It was worth a shot…he usually found that to be a dumb look on you but I guess not today. Oh no. He’s royally pissed right now. Hopefully Azul didn’t sneak a waiver somewhere in that working contract you signed…

You straighten up and glance at the other chefs in the kitchen, all of them giving you questioning gazes. One in the back clasps his hands together and bows his head and— wait, is this guy really praying right now? Geez…

“Floyd…” you try again.

He works away harder at the random meal he’s cooking. The contents already looked charred…

“Don’t wanna talk, Shrimpy,” He huffs, “Go.” He says gruffly.

“I’m not gonna go—“

“I’m busy! Since Azul wants me working my fins off then you know what, I’ll do just that!” He spits out. It sounds threatening, filled with warnings, but before you could try one last time to get him to ease up, one of the students bumps into him, sending the dishes they were carrying flying into the air. The guy stumbles back, food splattering on the floor and plates shattering, Floyd acting like a brick wall and staying still as he slowly turns to look down at him. No words are exchanged. None at all. He simply dumps the hot oil and food that he had into the pan onto him.

Screaming, yelling, a lot goes on within the span of a few seconds. Azul comes in, Jade follows behind, other waiters peer into the kitchen to see what’s going on.

You take the initiative and you grab Floyd’s arm while he’s distracted and take the pan from out of his grasp and set it back down on the stove. You turn the burner off and you look back at him, then to the, now injured, guy upon the floor.

“Floyd. This is coming out of your check, and you’re banned from the kitchen.” Azul comes over quickly with an aura of anger. Floyd rolls his eyes and pushes past him to walk out.

“Prefect, go after him, will you? I don’t need him hurting another person who doesn’t deserve it.” Azul waves his hand at the situation. It was common so no one really took much time to dwell on it since Floyd partook in these types of activities just to pass the time. A common occurrence if you will.

Azul gives you one last stern glance to tell you again silently to go do what he had asked of you. You reluctantly nod and you go out to search for him. It’s absurd, really, having to do all of this. It’d be better if they left him alone to blow off some steam, but no, you have to go calm him down, you have to be the one to watch him like a helicopter parent.

You go to the tweels shared room and knock on the door. It was a just a guess he’d be in his room, but you silently hoped he wasn’t so you’d have some time to avoid either a life or death situation. You liked your life at least a little now…

Silence. You’re met with silence. Ok, try again, just once more to make sure he’s not in there. You knock again, a little louder this time and announcing yourself to being there. And silence again. Maybe fate is helping you out today…

“Floyd? Are you in there?.” You’re about to knock one last time when the door is quickly ripped open, an angry Floyd peering down at you. Brows furrowed, eyes squinted and dark, glazed over with frustration and anger, a scowl etched into his lips. Yep…and here you were, standing in front of him, practically helpless and without anywhere to run because you know he’d find that a fun game and catch up to you in a second.

You straighten up under his gaze and clear the lump in your throat that you didn’t even know formed.

“Hey…”

Floyd doesn’t make any noises, instead opting for what he likes to do when he’s this mad, and wraps his arms around you and squeezes tight. He brings you into the room and closes the door with his foot, going over to his bed and taking you down with him as he nuzzles his cheek against yours.

You try and squirm out of his arms but he’s insanely strong and the efforts you make are useless. You’re already waiting for your back to make a popping noise…

“Floyd— heyyyy…let me go.” You murmur out as you struggle to breathe with all this extra weight on top of you.

“Shhh, Shrimpy. Quiet.” He mutters. He moves his face to the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning against the side, which in turn causes you to tense up. What the fuck is he doing. You try to shrink away, but that was a mistake because he squeezes you against him even more.

He brushes his lips over your pulse point and smirks, but it quickly fades away as he opts to keep his face pressed up against your neck, not doing anything. He likes to feel your heart racing…

“Always trying to make me feel better, Shrimpy…” he sighs. “And you do…meh, sometimes…you don’t have to listen to Azul…but ya do. Starting to wonder if you just like being around me…” he nuzzles into you again, teeth grazing your skin.

“For one, I kinda have to listen to Azul…” you whisper. “I can’t be like you with him. Plus…I don’t mind you all that much since—“ he squeezes again. For sevens sake. “Ease up! I don’t mind you, yea…you’re fine to be around. That’s it.”

“Liar…” he chuckles. “You’re so silly…” he pulls his face up and looks at you, his mismatched eyes calculating, inspecting that gaze in your eyes towards him.

“You’re stupid, too…for liking someone like me. But it’s so cute, Shrimpy.” His lips quirk up into a smirk and he bears his razor sharp teeth to you. “I could easily hurt you, Shrimpy….”

“That sounds vaguely like a threat but…you don’t really hurt me— not ever actually. Scare me? Yes…but not hurt.” you murmur. His smile softens a bit and he nods, moving his forehead to rest against yours. If you weren’t already flushed, you were now.

“No…but I could, that’s the point.” He giggles before moving away again. He was teasing. “Do you know why I don’t?” He hums as he sits up, letting his arms unravel from around you. He looks out the window connected to the sea. You sit up as well, taking in a well deserved breath of air.

He’s silent for a moment, watching as the fish pass by without a care. Your uniform is all wrinkled now, great—

“Cause I’d be kinda pissed off without you around, y’know. And not just how I usually am…I’d be mad all the time.”

You stop. He stops and looks at you. You make very awkward eye contact with him, but both of your gazes soften. That’s sweet of him in his own way. Quite frankly you didn’t think he was capable of that since it’s not usually like him. Why is your heart beating a bit quicker now? This time it’s not so much out of stress or the fear of being eaten alive, Floyd looks fairly sated so…what’s this feeling for…

“What do you think of me, hmmm?”

You don’t know how to respond to that. Does he actually care what people think? No, not really. You see that all the time with how he even talks to teachers. But if you had to say, the few people he listens to, slightly, are Jade, Azul, and…you. That doesn’t mean anything! This is an odd question coming from him. “I think you’re…ok. Being around you is fun sometimes…uh…I don’t really know.” That’s great. You probably ticked him off more…

“Just ‘ok’? Ouch, Shrimpy…” he pouts as he looks at you. He inches his face closer to yours again, personal space being far out of the question at the moment. He looks down to your lips before smirking again and then locking on to your eyes.

“You just saying that cause you’re hiding something?”

That’s not…you weren’t, no. Definitely not. You didn’t really want to say how well he made you smile or laugh on days where you were down, or that he cared that much to make you happy again. Or whenever he’d always seem to find you to be his go to person to bug now for, well, everything he did.…you didn’t wanna say you liked getting him out of trouble, didn’t want to tell him you do enjoy being around him, he’d get all smug about it…and that’s it! Totally nothing else behind it. Nope.

“Be honest, Shrimpy. You like me? Cause I like you…for some reason.” He sighs. He moves closer again.

Kinda straight forward, no?

“What…huh?! WAIT WHAT?” you manage to stammer out. Floyd nods along to your words with an unimpressed look.

“I like you.”

“I heard you the first time!”

“Do you like me?”

“Ok…well…no! Wait…maybe? Yes? How do I even answer that right away?!” You’re freaking out and he’s enjoying it.

His smirk widens again and he laughs at you…this guy.

“See? Silly Shrimpy…” his arms lace back around you and his face is right in front of yours again.

Without taking anything else into consideration, Floyd pushes his lips against yours.

You don’t move, you don’t try and push him away, and out of all the times Floyd has ever given you a chance to stop him in any of his acts, you could tell this moment was one of them. His eyes are still locked onto yours, lidded and a smirk forming, gaging your reaction. His arms barely touch your body, giving you a chance to get the fuck out if you’d want to. But you don’t move away. You push your lips against his more and you flutter your eyes closed. Floyd takes the hint and he holds you again, though this time, it’s gentle.

After a moment you both pull away, a goofy grin across his face. “Hmmmm…” he giggles, “I feel a lot better now, Shrimpy. See? I’m bored now…cmon, let’s go somewhere and ditch that stupid work Azul’s got us doing…”

So! Wasn’t the best, yes, I know, but it’s something…

Also I feel like some parts from my courting fic for Floyd wiggled its way in here—

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