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[orginalangelfish]

hiiiiii hru??? i love your “x reader” content !! :]

anywaysssss can i ask you to do a reverse comfort ?? ( like, the reader is the one who takes care of the characters because they have a breakdown or something similar) with overblot guys pls :)

srry if it something wrong, english its not my first language :((

—overblot gang : x gn!reader. Hurt/comfort. Soft angst. established relationship. dividers: uzmacchiato

note: my apologies that this took a while to write, writer's block has been eating me alive. Reverse comfort or angst isn't my best subject but I did try my best!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

The study was in disarray. Books lay scattered, pages wrinkled, ink bleeding across unfinished notes. Riddle stood rigid at the center, knuckles pressed to his forehead, shaking and feeling anxious. Everything felt overwhelming, turning his usually tidy life into chaos. He tried to act fine, but tears rolled down his smooth cheeks. His face was red, swollen eyes. He didn’t notice you at first. His eyes were locked on the floor as if trying to burn a hole through it as if he could fall through and escape. You stepped forward silently, navigating around the fallen papers. You knelt in front of him, wrapping your hands around his head and guiding him to your chest. He held onto your shirt tighter as he let his guard down. The silence calmed his worries, allowing him to breathe more easily and be a flawed, vulnerable person in your care without fear of judgment.

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

He sat half-reclined on his bed, eyes unfocused, arm slung over his forehead. To anyone else, he might’ve looked like he was napping, lazily enjoying the peace and quiet. But the way his brow was creased — not from sleep but from thought. His tail twitched at uneven intervals, restless. Your footsteps were soft. Deliberate. When you reached him, you didn’t speak. You didn’t ask what was wrong. Instead, you sat beside him. The silence stretched long, thick with everything unspoken — the echoes of old wounds, of voices from a childhood filled with comparisons and unmet expectations. Second-born. Second-best. The crown would never be his. Leona blinked at you, one green eye sliding open to meet yours. There was a quiet challenge in it at first, as if he expected you to scold him for moping or pity him like others did. But your eyes didn’t carry judgment — only calm, grounding warmth. He didn’t say anything. You didn’t either. You simply lay down beside him, close enough that, if he wanted, he could reach you. After a long pause, his tail flicked again — this time curling lightly around your ankle. He rolled over, resting his head on your chest. His breath was warm against you, and his chest rose and fell in a steadier rhythm.

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

Papers fell from his grip — menus, contracts, financial plans — all his carefully cultivated defenses fell alongside them. His hands trembled, knuckles a stark white against his purple-black pen. His gaze darted unfocused across the mess. His mind fell into chaos — doubts, disappointments, worries. He turned his back to you, ashamed, vulnerable — a side he hadn’t meant for anyone to see. You sat on the floor in front of him and waited. Eventually, his hands dropped away from his face, slow and shaking. His eyes were red at the corners, lashes wet, but no tears trailed down. His mask had cracked, but the pieces still clung to him — just barely. Then, without needing a word, you drew him into your embrace — resting his head against your heart. His grip tightened — first reluctantly, then more desperately — letting your warmth ease his worries.

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

Night had long since fallen, but Jamil sat alone on the balcony, leaning against the railing, face buried in his arms. The stars above offered no comfort; the weight of responsibility, of endless expectations, was too much tonight. You found him there, silent and still, and sank down beside him without a word. Slowly, you placed a bottle of water by his side, and then you rested your head against his shoulder. Your hand rubbed slow circles along his backhand, He stayed quiet, but you felt the faintest hitch in his breath. He tensed, unused to being cared for but— He was unraveling. In pieces no one else ever sees. Except you. As the minutes passed, he leaned into you, just barely. Under the stars, breathing in rhythm, letting the night carry away his worries. He didn’t let go for a long time. And neither did you.

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

Vil sat in front of the vanity, not a trace of his usual poise in his posture. One hand lay limp on the tabletop, the other supporting his weight as he leaned forward. His reflection stared back at him, eyes hollow and tired. His makeup had smeared beneath one eye. His mouth, usually held with pride or precision, was slack—drawn down at the corners. His pulse pounded under his skin — a chorus of doubts. He turned away, ashamed. You gently lifted the makeup remover pad from the table. It was still damp. Turning, you knelt beside his chair. His lips parted slightly as if to say something — to scold, or maybe to warn you away. But no sound came out. Instead, you reached up, cupping his cheek with one hand — and with the other, you gently swept the stained pad beneath his eye. Slowly, carefully, his hand took yours. He didn’t squeeze. He didn’t pull you into a dramatic embrace, He just held it. Not with elegance, not with his usual sense of stage presence. Just a quiet, tired motion — until his forehead came to rest against your shoulder. A shaky exhale fell from his lips — a vulnerable confession without words — that he was not alone.

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

The room was dark except for the soft light of his monitors. Screensaver spirals turned endlessly, untouched. His chair was turned away from the desk, barely rocking. Idia sat curled into himself on the bed, back against the wall, hoodie drawn over his head. Hair dim and flickering blue like a weak signal. One hand clutched the edge of a game controller, knuckles white, but the screen was off. His knees were drawn to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them — closed in, locked up. He didn’t look at you. Didn’t move. There were empty snack wrappers scattered beside the bed. His tablet is face-down on the floor. You saw the home screen still faintly lit up — a string of messages left unanswered, the last one sent hours ago. You just approached him slowly, giving him time to react if he needed space. You sat on the edge of the bed beside him. You gently placed your hand over his — resting your palm against his knuckles. He froze. His arms came up — hesitantly, uncertain — and then wrapped around your waist in a quiet, broken motion. His head buried itself in your side. He didn’t make a sound. Letting silence ease his worries. Your warmth anchored him, adding a moment of peace in his world.

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

He stood solitary under a purple-black thundercloud, rain bouncing off his majestic horns. His magic faltered — growing wild — his confidence shaking alongside his power. He turned away, ashamed — a creature destined to be feared instead of valued. You approached without sound, stepping into his circle of solitude. Carefully, you extended your hand — no words, no demands. Unfurling your umbrella to keep him sheltered. The rain fell all around, bouncing off its surface, safely kept at bay. He turned toward you, Your gaze met his — calm, open, unwavering. You didn’t try to smile. You didn’t offer comfort in the form of shallow words. You just stood there with him. With him. Not the crown prince. Not the fae. Not the feared, revered being with horns and ancient magic. Just Malleus. Closer still, until his arms came around your shoulders, pulling you gently — but fully — into his chest. He rested his chin on the crown of your head and breathed out. And then he crumbled. Not in fury. Not in despair. Just quietly, like a wall that had finally allowed itself to fall — a moment of vulnerable peace forged without a word. You stayed beside him. Quiet. Steady. His magic grew calm, and the storm passed.

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pt 2 cuz so many ppl asked!

Part one

ok fine so maybe he isnt adverse to lavender BUT you still have a demon problem on your hands! sure he hasn't hurt you, yet, but all demons are waiting for their chance and you needed to strike back first!

you happen to see her outside. maybe you were doing yardwork or something when you see a blur of red stumbling about in the bushes. Naturally, you help the woman out, along with getting out that weird jagged contraption she insists on carrying around with her. she thanks you happily and is more than happy to tell you that her name is Grell and she was currently on her way to see 'bassy' but these days he had been hiding from her.

"Hiding?" You repeat. "wait...you’re saying he's scared of you?"

"Yes!" She strikes a pose. "He's terrified that my dashing looks might charm him."

you're not sure if thats the reason...but it is very odd that he hasn't turned up yet. the demon hates intruders, you know what he's done to the last guy who tried to get into the estate. Yet, grell is just fine waltzing around.

No way...he was avoiding of her.

She was your charm!

You take her hands in your own and passionately declare how touched you were by her commitment to winning ("...bassy" ugh it was so hard to say it without gagging) over, and you want to help her. Absolutely delighted, she agrees and you two instantly become 'best friends'.

You invite grell over all the time. she's your friend after all. you two do everything together, practically connected at the hip. You two even have sleepovers together (you're not a big fan of those, considering all what she does is go on and on about how much she loves that terrifying demon).

Your master does agree for Grell to keep visiting when you ask him. He's up for anything that might piss Sebastian off.

"Though, I'm elated this vexes sebastian...are you sure about this? that women is insane." He tells you after you tell him about your 'new bestie'.

And yeah, he's right. its clear that Grell isn't human, but she isn't a demon. and you'd prefer that over Hell.

Much to your delight, Sebastian does stay away. he is no longer lingering around when you're cleaning rooms cuz Grell is right next to you, blabbering about the hot men she saw on the way over here. You dont feel his presence right by your door at night anymore because Grell is in bed beside you...hogging all the blankets that bitch. still! it's working! you feel peace.

until....things go wrong.

eventually Grell starts to slowly put some pieces together. If she's being completely honest...she's not too sure what she ever saw in sebastian. he's hot but...he's also a bastard who has tried to kill her numerous times. and the thrill of lusting after him was starting to get a little old...but you're new.

You care about her. When she's rambling about things, you're humming and nodding along. You laugh at some of the jokes she makes. You tell her how pretty she is...you're just a thousand times better than that nasty demon who nearly got her canned.

"We should get married!" Grell declares.

"Ah," you say, not really listening. "You and Sebastian?"

"No, silly. Me and you!"

...what?

Suddenly your charm becomes yet another supernatural entity that's obsessed with you.

She chases follows you around the manor, telling you the flower decor she wants and what kinds of music she wants to be played. You try to dissuade her with multiple excuses: she's a paranormal entity ("thats alright! i love you for who you are<3"), you're too young to be getting married ("we can wait!"), but each one is just chopped down.

Eventually, you're forced to hide in a broom closet to get away from her. When you glance over, Sebastian is right next to you.

Oh...he was hiding too.

when you ask for a truce…he agrees. You two were in the same boat after all.

"Can't you just...get rid of her?" You plead.

He smiles, but it looks pained.

"Unfortunately, the young master declared that unless that woman specifically bothers him...she is not to be harmed."

You groan, burying your face in your hands.

You should've stuck with the demon butler.

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It was just a cut.

Small. Barely more than a line across your fingertip. You hadn’t even noticed it until the knife was back on the board and the first drop of blood slid downward.

The kitchen was warm with the scent of fresh bread and lemon peel. Rain tapped gently at the tall manor windows.

You stood still, staring at the bead of red as it curved along your skin.

You hadn’t slept well. Or eaten much. Or spoken, really. Not today. You’d moved like fog through the halls, through chores, through conversations you didn’t quite register.

One of those days.

You weren’t upset. Not exactly. Just... somewhere else.

Like your thoughts were a step ahead of you, always around the next corner.

And then:

He was behind you.

You hadn’t heard him. Of course you hadn’t.

Sebastian didn’t speak. He took your wrist in his gloved hand, slow and sure.

You didn’t resist. Just watched, detached, as he turned your hand in his.

“That was careless,” he murmured. Not cold. Not scolding. Just a fact.

“I didn’t notice,” you said quietly.

“I know.”

He removed the glove with a precise motion and set it aside. Then, without looking up, he raised your hand to his lips.

Not to clean it. Not to tend to it.

But to kiss it.

Right there, where the blood welled.

His lips were cool and soft

The kiss was light. Deliberate.

You blinked, the haze in your head cracking, just a little. “Sebastian…?”

He finally looked up at you.

His eyes weren’t teasing. Not fully. But there was something in them. Something captivating.

“Careful,” he said smoothly. “I might take more than just a taste.”

You stared at him, eyes wide.

He smiled just a little. Barely more than a shift in shadow.

“And we wouldn’t want that… now, would we?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Not with the way your heartbeat had just shifted.

Not with how he was still holding your hand.

Not with the part of you that suddenly, strangely, wasn’t quite so absent anymore.

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Part two

I love the idea of Ciel just sick of the servants trashing the manor all the time so he hires a fifth one who's actually a servant instead of a hitman/soldier/experiment in disguise. the interview goes rlly well! you get hired on the spot and you get along well with the other servants but then you meet the butler and you...

...just instantly know he's a demon.

its not like sebastian tries to hide it, but mostly everyone is happy to look the other way. but you've heard stories of demons having these eyes that are soulless and empty. and those are the exact horrors you're seeing within sebastian.

you can't just quit. you need the money, you cant just give up the opportunity to work for a nobleman. so you steel yourself. you shut your eyes and focus on the task at hand, but you do carry protection.

every night you pour a line of salt across your door. you carry around holy water. you wear a cross around your neck.

you make it oh so obvious that you know he's a demon....and sebastian is getting a little bored.

every morning you can see him casually sweeping away the salt line ("please do make sure you clean up your mess, next time"). he grabs the holy water and drinks it ("thank you for the refreshment, my throat was getting parched). And that one time when you misplaced your cross, you found it settled in Sebastian's bare ungloved hands as he 'returned' it to you ("such a pretty necklace. where did you obtain such an item?").

every. single. thing that you've been told wards off demons...did nothing.

your paranoia gets so bad that even Ciel starts noticing. he doesn't wanna just fire you because you're the only one who hasn't broken a plate when cleaning it. So, instead he just tells sebastian 'just pretend one of the charms actually wards you off'.

So Sebastian just lets you think that the lavender is actually doing something.

He makes a big show of it. He pinches his nose like he smells something bad every time he steps in a room with you. He stays 20 feet away from you at all times. He gets a kick out of it honestly.

Months go by and an inevitable break-in happens. the thugs were initially after Ciel but for whatever reason they take off with you instead.

But, over the coming months, the demon has developed a soft spot for you. he finds you really funny and was disappointed over the kidnapping. its sort of in the same way when you make friends with a squirrel and you feed it nuts, but one day it stops appearing in your window. <- like that.

Ciel is largely annoyed that he might have to replace a competent servant, so when Sebastian asks if he could take a five-minute break to 'grab a certain something', he shrugs and waves him off.

You're returned to the manor largely unharmed and in Sebastian's arms.

"...the lavender never did anything, did it?"

He laughs.

"I'm afraid not."

[orginalangelfish]

Wait, the tsun event has a whole bit dedicated to Malleus bragging about what kitchen appliances he knows how to use? Twst EN just got the milk culinary crucible, which means at the same time Malleus is showing off, the entirety of the EN players are learning Leona doesn't know how to use a microwave. The timing really just makes it feel like Malleus is flexing on Leona XD

it's in Mal's card story rather than in the event proper, but yep! after teaching his tsum proper microwave usage, he takes it on a tour and very proudly shows off his extensive knowledge of household appliances. (except when he thinks his tsum fell into the washing machine and doesn't know how to unlock the lid, so he just. explodes it instead. hashtag just diasomnia things. 🤷)

I do think he and Leona should get into a fight about who has done a better job of learning how to use kitchen tools! Leona has the advantage of having grown up in the modern world, but Malleus has the motivation to actually do literally anything. who will win

[orginalangelfish]

The boss is on a roll.

[orginalangelfish]

Kingsley art dump :))

Some stuff I forgot to post/cleaned up

This blastcycle took a while cuz I don't draw vehicles usually lolol

I hate this freak!! Somebody get him!!!

[orginalangelfish]

“Now they can be who they're meant to be, now they can gaze on a new horizon”

Decided to reanimate a scene from the little mermaid but for my au 🫶

@hrtzbeat @sunsmilu also tagging y'all since you seemed interested, I hope you don't mind!

(scene under the cut)

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[orginalangelfish]

the trio nrc failed to separate 🥀

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TWST Boys Take Care of Their Drunk Girlfriend pt1

✦part2 part3

✦characters: House warden

You guys really loved the “drunk boys” post, so I thought I should share how would they take care of their partners when they are drunk.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle panics. At first, he’s flustered, cheeks red, muttering about responsible drinking, but as soon as he sees you're truly out of it, his worry takes over.

“You…You shouldn’t have more than two glasses my rose. Oh, what am I going to do with you…”

He’ll hold your hand tightly, help you sit down somewhere quiet, and gently scold you while brushing hair out of your face. He’ll carry you home himself if needed (yes, despite his size!), tuck you in, and make you drink water before letting you sleep it off. He may stay up watching you breathe, just in case.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is annoyed but secretly soft. He’ll click his tongue and grumble about how “you should know your limits,” but he’s already picking you up like a sack of potatoes and carrying you off somewhere private.

“You really think I’m lettin’ you stumble around in front of a bunch of creeps? Not a chance, herbivore.”

He’ll get you something greasy to eat, shove water into your hands, and hold your hair if you get sick. He might even let you cuddle into his chest, one arm lazily thrown around you, tail flicking as he mutters:

“Sleep it off. I’ll keep watch.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul goes into overprotective boyfriend. The moment he sees you're drunk, he turns coldly efficient, ordering Floyd and Jade to clear the area, finding you a quiet room in the Lounge, and getting you water and everything you need.

“Don’t worry, my pearl, I’ve got you. I would never let anything happen to you… not on my watch.”

He’s anxious inside, heart pounding because he hates how vulnerable you are right now, but he masks it with calm care. He’ll keep talking softly to you, soothing you, and might even confess:

“You trust me this much, even in this state? I won’t let you down.”

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is concerned but so, so loving. He’ll be full of energy and worry, asking you a million questions at once. Are you okay? Do you need food? Water? Another hug?

“You’re so cute when you’re tipsy! But also… oh no, you’re not gonna throw up, right?!”

He’ll get you blankets, sit you in his lap, and feed you fruit or bread while playing soft music. He doesn’t mind your clinginess, in fact, he’s grinning the whole time and kissing your face nonstop. You might fall asleep on his chest to the sound of him humming a lullaby.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is dead serious and deeply nurturing. The minute he notices you’re drunk, his protective instincts activate. He becomes your personal nurse and makeup remover.

“Oh, darling. Look at you. This won’t do. Come here, love.”

He takes you to his room, helps you change into something comfortable (without even a hint of lewdness), removes your makeup with expert hands, and makes sure you’re hydrated and clean before bed.

“You’ll hate yourself in the morning if you sleep like that. Trust me, I know.”

He lies beside you afterward, brushing your hair and murmuring quiet praises, reassuring you that you’re still beautiful even like this.

Idia Shroud

Idia is overwhelmed but surprisingly sweet. He’s panicking at first

“What do I do? What if she throws up on my electronics?!”

but once he sees how helpless and clingy you get, he softens.

“Y-You okay? Do you wanna lie down? Wait, not on my bed… actually, okay, fine, you can use the bed.”

He fumbles through preparing a safe space for you to rest, blankets, snacks,everything you need and sits on the floor beside you like a nervous little cat. If you pull him into bed, he’ll freeze, then wrap an arm around you with a shy smile:

“You’re warm. Kinda nice… don’t puke on me, though!”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is devastatingly gentle. The moment he senses you all flushed and dizzy from the alcohol, he’s at your side, lifting you into his arms like a knight rescuing his princess.

“My love… you are not well. Let me carry you.”

He’d take you to his dorm or somewhere safe and quiet, brings you blankets to warm you, conjure cool water, and stroke your hair softly as you mumble nonsense against his chest. He speaks in soothing tones, like an ancient lullaby.

“Rest now, my dear. I shall watch over your dreams.”

He’s in awe of how much you trust him in your most vulnerable state and takes that responsibility seriously.

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Hi guys✨ sooo be ready because I have a lot of finished works what I write in the past (I was too scared to share them in the past 🥲) so I planing to post those works today.

[orginalangelfish]

First years find out you're dating their dorm leader

(dramatic gasps, chaos, and a lot of “NO WAY! YOU?!”)

✦fem!reader

Ace Trappola

When Ace finds out you’re dating Riddle, he physically malfunctions. He catches the two of you in a rare soft moment. Riddle brushing your hair out of your face in the rose garden, murmuring something sweet… and Ace just… stops functioning.

“WAIT. HOLD UP. HOLD… ARE YOU DATING RIDDLE?! OUR RIDDLE?!”

You nod slowly. Riddle stiffens. “Yes. We have been for some time.”

Ace just throws his hands up.

“You mean to tell me you've been willingly dating a walking rulebook this entire time?!”

Then it clicks.

“Wait… THAT’S why you keep surviving his tantrums. And why he let you off with warnings. I knew something was sus!!”

Cue Ace groaning dramatically while muttering about how

“first the overbolts, now you, what’s next?… Cater adopting a child?!”

Deep down, he’s genuinely happy for you. But he’ll never stop teasing.

Deuce Spade

Deuce finds out about your relationship with Riddle by overhearing you call him “love” behind the dorm kitchen, and he nearly drops a whole tray of tea.

“Wait. Waitwaitwait! Did you just call Riddle love?! LIKE IN A ROMANTIC WAY?!”

You blink at him, guilty. Riddle clears his throat.

“Yes, Deuce. She’s my girlfriend. I’d prefer if you didn’t drop the teacups.”

Deuce looks like he’s about to have a full blown meltdown.

“Wha—I—Is that allowed?! Wait, no… of course it is! I’m just… YOU?! And RIDDLE?!”

He’s trying to process everything like it's a pop quiz he wasn’t ready for. He salutes you both out of sheer panic.

“I promise to uphold your secret honorably! WAIT!! Do I need to call you ma’am now?!”

Riddle: “…No.” You: laughing too hard to answer.

Jack Howl

Jack walks in on you and Leona napping under a tree in each other’s arms and nearly flips.

“…You’re kidding.”

When you’re alone he will catch you, staring you down like a judgmental big brother.

“You’re really dating Leona-senpai? Like, our dorm leader? The one who skips meetings and naps through drills?”

You nod cautiously. “Yes. We’ve been together for a while.”

Jack exhales through his nose.

“…Huh. Can’t say I expected that. But I guess if anyone could handle him, it’s you.”

Still, he’s lowkey worried. Leona’s not exactly emotionally available. But when he catches Leona actually smiling at you, Jack gives a small approving nod.

“Fine. Just don’t let him get lazy about treating you right. I’ll be watching.”

Jack becomes your unspoken protector after that. Big loyal wolf energy.

Epel Felmier

You mention “Vil” a little too affectionately during lunch and Epel spits out his juice.

“YOU’RE DATING VIL-SENPAI?!”

Everyone in the room turns to look. You cringe. “Epel, shhh—”

“LIKE… LIKE ACTUALLY DATING?! HIM?!”

You nod. “We’ve been keeping it quiet, but yeah…”

Epel’s jaw drops.

“He lets you TOUCH him?! Without a ten-step cleansing ritual first?!”

He’s genuinely floored. There’s a mix of shock, admiration, and disbelief in his eyes.

“Okay but… good for you, I guess? You must have magic-level of patience.”

He’ll never stop side eyeing you during self-care nights now, whispering:

“Blink twice if you’ve been force fed.”

Secretly though, he respects you immensely. Anyone who can tame Vil’s perfectionist side is a legend.

Sebek Zigvolt

You and Malleus try to be discreet, but Sebek’s too sharp. The second he catches you smiling at each other a little too long during dinner…

“…What is the meaning of this strange atmosphere?!”

You try to brush it off, but Malleus just calmly states:

“She is mine, Sebek. We are courting.”

Sebek’s brain breaks.

“YOU’RE WHAT?!?!”

Cue thunder and dramatic music playing in his head as he drops to one knee in despair.

“MALLEUS-SAMA HAS FOUND LOVE?! AND I DIDN’T KNOW?!”

He’s in full crisis mode. Rambles for ten minutes about how “he should’ve been notified by royal decree,” and how “no ordinary human could ever be worthy!!”

But when you squeeze his hand and call him “family,” he turns red and shouts:

“I SUPPOSE I SHALL… TOLERATE THIS!”

From that point on, he guards you like you’re also royalty

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Hope you guys liked it ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

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Is Your Girl Single? pt3

✦part1 part2

✦characters: first years + Kalim, Silver, Cater

✦fem!reader

Ace Trappola

Ace was joking with some of his classmates when someone casually asked “Yo, that girl you’re always with—is she single?”

He laughs at first, thinking it’s a joke.

“Hah! Good one.”

The guy just blinks. “No, seriously.”

Ace freezes mid smirk. His head turns. Slow. Calculated.

“You’re seriously asking me… if my girlfriend… is single?”

His voice drops low. You can practically see the gears turning.

“Do you wanna fight? Or do you just have a death wish?”

He walks over, hand slung lazily around your shoulders, glaring daggers at the guy the whole way.

“Look at her. She’s beautiful, funny. Way too good for you . And she chose me.” He smirks “So no, she’s not single. Try asking again, and I’ll make sure you leave this conversation with a black eye and a broken pride.”

Later, he flops next to you and groans

“Babe, you need to stop being so cute. I’m gonna have to start carrying warning signs or something.”

Deuce Spade

Deuce was just minding his business, studying, being responsible, when the question hit him like a thrown potion bottle.

He blinks. Once. Twice.

“...What?”

Deuce straightens up like he’s been called to duel. Serious face ON.

“No. She’s not. She’s my girlfriend.”

The guy started mumbling something that “he didn’t know.”

“You should know.”

He’s not angry. He’s just disappointed like a sweet, protective puppy turning into your knight.

“She’s amazing. She deserves someone who notices everything about her including the fact that she’s in a happy relationship.”

Afterward, he tells you everything and gets adorably shy about it.

“Sorry if that was too much… I just… didn’t like the idea of anyone thinking they had a shot with you.”

Jack Howl

Jack’s usually a calm, keep to himself type. So when someone strolls up to him during P.E. and says, “Hey, that girl you’re always walking to class… is she single?”

Jack pauses mid stretch. His ears twitch. His tail stills.

He doesn’t even turn around at first just processes the words slowly, like they offended his very sense of logic.

“What?”

This time, he does turn around fully. His eyes narrow, his jaw sets, and he looks at the guy like he’s weighing whether this is worth causing a scene over.

“She’s not just ‘seeing’ someone. She’s dating me.”

His voice is firm. Deep. No anger just pure, top-level authority.

“You seriously asking that knowing I’m with her? Or are you just stupid?”

The guy tries to laugh it off, but Jack steps forward once. Just once and the other guy steps back instinctively.

“You don’t get to talk about her like that. Not like she’s just another pretty face to chase.”

Jack crossed his arms now. His tail flicks behind him.

“She’s smart. She’s strong. She sticks by people even when it’s hard. I don’t date her just because she’s cute I date her because she’s worth everything.”

Then he turns away, muscles still tense, and mutters:

“Don’t let me hear you ask that again.”

Later, when he walks you home from class, he keeps glancing at you out of the corner of his eye like he’s still riled up.

“… I don’t get why people ask that. You make it so obvious you’re with me. And I’m not letting anyone take that away.”

Epel Felmier

Epel hears the question and nearly spits out his apple juice.

“She what?!”

Epel stands up slowly, placing both hands on the table.

“That’s my girlfriend, you twig-lookin’ scarecrow.”

He steps forward like he’s about to throw hands. His accent slipping into thick.

“She’s the most amazing woman in this world. You think she’d waste her time with… you? Don’t make me laugh.”

Epel doesn’t care that he’s shorter or anything. That pride? Untouchable.

“Look somewhere else, or I’ll show you what it’s feels like stepping into your mouth.”

Later, you hear him muttering about “darn peacocks” and “flirting idiots,” and when you ask what happened, he turns red.

“Nothin’…just, you’re mine, right? And people need to remember that.”

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is mid rant about Malleus when the question lands.

His jaw drops.

“HOW DARE YOU?!”

He whirls, eyes glowing with pure offense.

“SHE IS NOT SINGLE! SHE IS DATING ME, THE LOYAL KNIGHT OF MALLEUS DRACONIA!”

His shouting echoes through the hallway. Students flinch. A vase breaks somewhere in the distance.

“You impudent fool! To think you could stand a chance with her! She is strong, kind, radiant! And she belongs to—ahem—that is, she is in a deeply committed relationship.”

When you find out, you’re torn between laughing and hugging him.

“I would never allow such insolence to go unchallenged. Fret not—your honor is safe with me!”

(...You’re the only one who can handle his dramatics anyway.)

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is all sunshine and open smiles… until he hears the words

He tilts his head.

“Huh? Oh—wait, you mean my girlfriend?”

His smile doesn’t drop… but there’s a shift. His eyes twinkle dangerously, and he laughs softly.

“She’s so nice. So beautiful. So smart. And, nope! Not single!”

He places a hand over his heart.

“She’s mine. We’re very happy together.”

Then he beams. But behind the grin is a very subtle threat:

“I love sharing food, clothes, parties… but not her. Try to flirt with her, and I’ll make sure you’re airlifted out of Scarabia by carpet.”

Later, he twirls you into a hug and giggles:

“People keep asking if you’re single! It must be hard being so amazing~”

Silver

Silver’s sleepy, peaceful demeanor makes people forget that he’s a trained knight. So when someone casually asks:“Is your girlfriend single?”

He blinks slowly.

“No.”

The word is calm. Flat. But final.

“She’s not single. She’s dating me.”

The person tries to laugh it off, but Silver straightens. A rare flicker of intensity flashes through his gaze.

“She’s kind. And trusting. I’m grateful to be with her. Don’t mistake her warmth for availability.”

Then he leans in slightly, not threatening, but firm.

“Some people in this school think ‘polite’ means ‘interested.’ Don’t be one of them.”

When he tells you later, he’s still calm but there’s a spark of protectiveness in his tone.

“You deserve to be respected whether I’m around or not. But I’ll always be around.”

Cater Diamond

It’s between classes and Cater’s leaning against the wall outside the cafeteria, scrolling on Magicam and humming to himself when someone nudges him.

“Yo, Cater. That girl you’re always posting with—she single?”

He doesn’t even look up at first, thinking maybe he misheard.But the guy repeats it.

Cater pauses mid-scroll.

“Wait, wait, wait.”

He turns, expression unreadable for a split second.

“You’re asking me… if my girlfriend… is single?”

He lets out a short, disbelieving laugh. But his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes now… it’s tight.

He gestures toward the screen of his phone where the latest photo is you hugging him, captioned with “#taken 💕 #mine”.

Then his smile widens, and he throws an arm around the guy’s shoulder in a way too friendly manner.

“She’s not single. Not even close. In fact, she’s absolutely crazy about me~”

His tone is chipper, but there’s a warning tucked just beneath the honey.

“So hey! Just a tip? Maybe scroll through someone’s feed before you start sniffing around their girl, y’know?”

Then Cater pulls back, spinning on his heel like nothing happened, casually waving you over when he sees you approach.

He slings his arm around your waist and pecks your cheek right in front of the poor guy.

“This guy thought you were single. Can you believe that? Pffft~”

As you both walk away, he’s grinning but once you’re alone, he turns serious for a beat.

“You know you’re my everything, right? I don’t care who flirts or who asks dumb questions. As long as you know I’m all in? Nothing else matters.”

He winks, brushing a finger under your chin.

“Though… I might post a few extra couple selfies tonight just to remind people what’s what~”

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I know I messed up the part two but LOOK! I fixed everything here✨

[orginalangelfish]

Is Your Girl Single? pt1

✦part2 part3

✦characters: overblot boys

✦fem!reader

Riddle Rosehearts

The moment the words leave their mouth “Is she single?” Riddle’s entire posture goes rigid.

His teacup pauses mid air, between his fingers.

“Excuse me?”

“Did you just ask if my girlfriend… is single?”

His voice is clipped, sharp, and cold as iced rosewater. He sets the teacup down with a quiet clink that somehow echoes ominously.

The poor soul stammers something about “just wondering” and “didn’t know,” but Riddle’s already standing.

“She's not available. And even if she were, she has standards. Ones you clearly don't meet.”He’ll give a thin, polite smile.

Later, he pulls you aside, still flushed with frustration but still some gentleness in his eyes.

“You’re mine… right?” he whispers with a hand in yours “I don’t like the thought of you’re not with me.”

Leona Kingscholar

Someone asks if you’re single?

Leona slowly, very slowly, looks up from where he was lounging, one brow raised. The smirk that curls across his lips is predatory.

“What’d you just say?”

He stands casually, almost lazily but there’s nothing relaxed about the way he rolls his shoulders, his eyes fixed on the poor idiot like a lion spotting its next meal.

“You’re asking if my herbivore is available? While I’m right here?”

He’ll laugh. Not kindly. And step just close enough to loom.

“She’s not. And unless you’ve got a death wish, I’d keep your mouth shut next time.”

Later, he yanks you down into his lap and keeps an arm around your waist for the rest of the event, chin resting possessively on your shoulder.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul’s reaction is the definition of menacing composure.

He doesn’t even blink at first just adjusts his glasses, gives a small, polite smile, and says:

“I beg your pardon?”

When the person repeats themselves, he chuckles softly, like someone just told him a particularly stupid joke.

“Interesting. Because unless there’s another girl who shares her name, face, and affection for me, I’m fairly certain she’s taken.”

Azul’s eyes glint with something far too dark for the bright lounge lighting. The tension in the room thickens.

“Perhaps next time, you’ll inquire more carefully. Or not at all.”

He kisses your hand later that evening, voice sweet and soft:

“Do you know how close I was to dragging them into a contract just to shut them up?”

Jamil Viper

Jamil’s expression goes completely blank the moment the question is asked. It’s a scary kind of calm. He blinks once. Twice.

“…What?”

They repeat it, a little more hesitantly this time.

He lets out a slow breath. Smiles. “She’s not single. She’s very much in a relationship. With me.”

Then he leans in, voice dropping:

“If you value your time here at NRC, I suggest you redirect that interest… elsewhere.”

He acts totally unbothered afterward, but you catch him side-eyeing every guy who walks within three feet of you for the rest of the day.

“What? I'm just keeping an eye out.”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil doesn't get angry. Not in public. But when someone asks if you're single?

He pauses mid-sentence, his head tilting just slightly as he regards them with a dazzling smile so cold it could cut glass.

“How bold. You must be new here.”

He doesn’t even raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. His presence alone makes the person shrink.

“She is not single. She's taken. Proudly. By me.”

He'll lean back in his seat, legs crossed, and flick an imaginary speck of dust from his sleeve.

That night, he touches your cheek gently and murmurs:

“You're far too radiant for them not to notice. But don't worry, love they can look. They just can't have.”

Idia Shroud

The second someone asks if you're single, Idia nearly chokes on his drink.

“WHAT?!”

He turns beet red. His hair flickers with hot-pink panic.

“Y-you mean, like, single-single? Or like—is this a prank? Did Ortho set this up?!”

Once he realizes it’s a genuine question, something in him snaps but in his own Idia way.

“No. No she’s not single. Are you blind? I’m literally standing right here.”

Then quieter, more to himself: “NPCs like this always try to romance-lock the wrong route…”

Later, when you find him sulking in his room, he clutches your hand and says:

“You’re mine, right? Like, final boss level committed? I… I just need to hear it.”

You kiss his forehead. “Always.”

Malleus Draconia

Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no no…

The moment someone asks if you’re single, Malleus goes absolutely still. It’s the kind of stillness that makes the air feel heavier.

“What… did you just ask me?”

His voice is calm, but the magic in the room shifts. Dark. Primal.

He steps forward, eyes glowing ever so slightly.

“She is my girlfriend. My beloved. My chosen. There is no version of reality where she is single and I’m not with her”

The person stammers an apology. Malleus tilts his head.

“I would advise you to remember that. Unless you wish to find yourself… forgotten.”

He says it with a gentle smile that somehow feels like a curse.

Later, he presses your hand to his chest and whispers:

“They must not know what it means to belong to someone. When your heart only beats for them.”

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I saw this scenario a long time ago with a haikyuu fanfic and I thought it would be fun writing it but with the Twst boys reaction

[orginalangelfish]

Is Your Girl Single? pt2

✦part1 part3

✦characters: second years + Trey Clover, Rook Hunt, Lilia Vanrouge

✦fem!reader

Ruggie Bucchi

The question barely leaves the guy’s mouth when Ruggie freezes mid bite of his sandwich. His ears twitch. His entire posture goes still… calculating.

“...Huh?”

He turns his head, blinking innocently. Smile sharp, saccharine.

“You askin’ if my girlfriend is single?”

The tone is polite. Dangerously so. The gleam in his eyes says he’s already planning your funeral… and billing you for the shovel.

“So lemme get this straight. You saw her with me. Me walkin’ next to her. Me carryin’ her bag. Holding her hand and everything. And you still asked if she’s single?”

Ruggie laughs. Loudly. Then leans in, voice low:

“She’s about as single as a prey guarded by twenty hyenas. Try your luck, though. I could use a new pair of shoes. Buy her something nice, shehe~”

Later, he teases you with a grin:

“Oi, next time someone tries to flirt, can I charge a fee? Love tax?”

Jamil Viper

Jamil’s halfway through stirring tea when someone taps him and casually asks if his girlfriend is single. He doesn’t react right away.

In fact, he keeps stirring, slow and methodical.

“What did you say?”

He sets the spoon down with a faint clink, then turns to face the fool with the calmness of a man about to commit murder.

“No. She’s not. And it’s incredibly disrespectful to ask me that. Especially when you know I’m with her.”

He smiles, but there’s nothing warm about it. His magic coils subtly around his fingers, crackling faintly.

“Would you like a demonstration of how un-single she is?”

The person backs off, flustered. Jamil brushes imaginary dust from his jacket, then walks over to you, casually slipping a hand into yours like it’s second nature.

“You’d tell me if someone was bothering you, right? Good. I don’t like when idiots causing trouble”

Jade Leech

The poor soul who asks Jade this question never stood a chance.

Jade hears it, smiles kindly, and tilts his head just slightly to the side like a curious bird.

“My girlfriend? Ah… you’re asking if she’s single?” He cracks a low chuckle “she’s taken. It’s a bold question. Reckless, even.”

His smile widens. The hallway seems colder now.

“Let me clarify something.” He leans in, voice velvet and venom “She is very spoken for. In fact, I daresay I’d go to extreme lengths for her. So if you were thinking of pursuing her… well. You wouldn’t get far.”

He stands up straight again, that elegant Octavinelle charm shining through.

“But truly… thank you for your interest. It’s good to know I’ve chosen someone so desirable.”

Later, you get a bouquet of mushrooms and a handwritten note that reads:

“They see what I see. But they’ll never have it.”

Floyd Leech

Oh dear. You know this is gonna be chaos.

The second Floyd hears someone ask if his Shrimpy is single, his head whips around so fast he nearly throws out his shoulder.

“HAAAAH?! What’d you just say about Shrimpy???” He leaned closer to the poor guy

“You CURIOUS if she’s single?! That’s like asking if the sun’s up when it’s burning your face off!!”

He lunges, and the poor person flinches as Floyd grabs them by the collar, holding them just an inch off the ground.

“Shrimpy’s off to the table. Got it?! I’ll squeeze anyone who tries to fish in my part of the ocean.”

Eventually, Jade has to slink over and gently pull Floyd off with an exasperated sigh.

“Floyd, we talked about threatening potential suitors with violence…”

Later, Floyd throws an arm around you and buries his nose in your hair.

“You’re not allowed to look that cute. I’m gonna have to scare off every fish in the sea~”

Trey Clover

Trey blinks slowly. He was in the middle of baking club prep when someone sidled up to him and casually asked if you were single.

He sets down the bowl of batter and wipes his hands calmly on a towel.

“You mean… my girlfriend?”

There’s a long pause.

Trey gives a warm, polite chuckle but his eyes don’t match the smile.

“Huh. That’s interesting.”

He walks closer.

“You know, I try to be a nice. Understanding. Patient.”

“But you just asked if my girlfriend is single. While she’s dating me. That’s kinda rude.”

He folds his arms and leans in slightly.

“Look. She’s not single. She’s with me. Happily. If she wanted someone else, she wouldn’t be mine to begin with. But she is.”

Later, he offers you a cupcake with heart shaped sprinkles and a soft smile.

“You’re the sweetest thing in my life. I’m not letting anyone else have a bite.”

Rook Hunt

Rook was admiring you from a distance when someone made the grave mistake of walking up to him, all casual, hands in pockets, and asked

“Hey, that girl you’re always with… she single?”

He doesn't speak at first. Just gasps…loudly. A hand goes to his chest as if he’s been shot with a poetic bullet.

“Oh là là… you ask if ma chère is single?”

His eyes glitter with disbelief and drama as he paces in a small circle like a detective processing a scene.

“You ask this while I am but a few paces from her, eyes fixed upon her like a hunter to his mark? You ask this while the sun itself dares not shine as brightly as her smile?”

You try to intervene, but it’s too late. He’s in full monologue mode.

“She is not single. She is mine, and I am hers. In this vast world of fleeting glances and hollow hearts, she chose me, and I have vowed to protect and worship that affection.”

Then he turns to the poor soul with a sharp smile, eyes glittering like polished steel.

“If your heart seeks to chase her, beware. I do not miss my mark.”

Later, he takes your hand, kisses your knuckles, and whispers in your ear

“Even if the world lined up to win your heart, my dear, I would stand at the front with a bow in one hand… and your name on my lips.”

Lilia Vanrouge

Ah, the moment the question is asked, Lilia smiles, eyes narrowing just enough to hide the centuries of wisdom and mischief behind them.

“Is she single? Hoh? That’s quite the bold question for someone still breathing.”

He chuckles softly, tilting his head.

“Why do you ask? Planning to woo her away from me?”

The guy started to mumbling excuses, clearly feeling uncomfortable under Lilia gaze.

“Ahhh, I see, I see. Well, allow me to clarify…”

Suddenly, the temperature drops. A strange aura surrounds him. Shadows flicker at his heels.

“The moment she chose me, I made a vow, I must protect her through centuries, even if the kingdoms fall. And I take down anyone who try to take her away from me…”

Then he breaks the tension with a cheeky grin and a wink.

“But do try. I haven’t cursed anyone in weeks.”

Later, when you're walking together, he casually puts his arm around your waist and hums:

“Imagine thinking you’re single. I suppose I’ll have to kiss you more often in public so there’s no confusion, hmm~?”

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[orginalangelfish]

Could I request the four daddies of delico's nursery reacting to their s/o getting hit on by a stranger?

Dali is actually a little impressed. He didn’t think anyone would be bold enough to flirt so openly with the partner of Dali Delico. He’s tempted to buy them a drink.

He doesn’t worry about it though. Dali completely trusts his partner, and this bold idiot is doomed to fail.

He just lets it run its course and teases his partner when they eventually come back to him. It makes for a funny joke for the rest of the evening.

Gerhard is furious & insulted but keeps that to himself. Stewing quietly in the corner.

It’s incredibly rude to flirt with someone else’s paramour. Plus, given his deep rooted inferiority complex in being compared to Dali, always coming in second, he doesn’t want that feeling in his own relationship.

He snaps at his partner. Blaming them as he would obviously never confront the stranger, then feels bad because Gerhard knows it’s not entirely their fault. He apologizes but it’s an incredibly subtle apology.

Honestly, he doesn’t notice. Dino has to be informed that a stranger is hitting on his partner for it to even register. Then he’s annoyed.

Not that they are flirting with his partner, but the insult to the Classico name. Who does this incompetent louse think they are to try and steal from a Classico.

He comes over and immediately shuts this down. Pulling his partner away with a stern “we’re leaving” and that is the end of it for him. Dino doesn’t explain what happened, or why they left, or talks about the situation with this partner at all. It’s done and that’s that. For him.

Henrique thinks it’s adorable. Of course given how cute his partner is, they are going to be flirted with. It’s not even a surprise to him.

Henrique doesn’t get jealous. People aren’t possessions, so whatever they want to do is their business. Plus, there is no harm in a little flirting. He’s done it himself.

He’ll tease his partner about it when they come back. Joking and laughing about the stranger’s attempts but ultimately coming home with Henrique. Which is all that matters in the end.

[orginalangelfish]

Leona knew it was foolish to let something get between him and a nap. He looked down at the figure sleeping against his warm body. He could feel your breath against his chest. His ears twitched every time a little snore would escape you... he would have to bother you about that later. Just the night before you argued about whether or not you were a snorer. He should have taken out his phone to record some proof.

How did he let himself become so vulnerable? Like a domesticated house cat. He already collected the rodents and bugs because you were too scared to do it yourself.

The weather was nice today, the sun was up, but not blazing, the shade offered a comforting coolness. The grass was as welcoming as a bed after a hard day at practice. This was the perfect situation for a nap, and yet the slacker prince could not find it in him. He frowned at the thought. Watching you seemed to be so much more interesting. How did he get here, in his homeland, under a tree, with a bothersome rascal laying on his chest? And why did he want to keep you there forever?

He sighed and slipped one arm behind his head while the other reached down to poke your sleeping cheek, “And you drool,” he muttered, but where disgust should have filled his tone, there was a hint of fondness instead, “I could attack you right now,” he added, but he and the leaves shading you both knew he would never do it. 

Your cheek was pressed up on your arm, which was splayed on his chest like it belonged there.  

A little breeze went through the savanna, brushing through his hair and the trees. It was not too warm and not too cool today. He wrapped his arm around you, letting his hand rest on your back where he rubbed up and down. It was a move he learned from you. When he would bring you to cuddle in his dorm room, you would roll your eyes and rub his back, up and down, soothing him. Leona was too proud to admit how much he loved it. It was a strange thing, wanting to bring someone the same comfort they brought you.

You belonged here. With him.

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[orginalangelfish]

Yuu, staring at Malleus’s clenched fists during a night walk: Are you cold, Tsunotarou?

Malleus: Not at all. I’m just holding back myself from hugging you

Yuu, in a joking tone: Why? Are you scared I might break from the pressure of your hands?

Malleus, laughing softly and shaking his head:

Malleus: I thought of giving you a hug because you looked quite exhausted earlier, but I’m not sure if it would make you feel better

Yuu, smiling and letting him hold them in his embrace: Believe me, a nice hug from you is enough to make me feel better