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COURTING YOU? SINCE WHEN?! Featuring Diasomnia!

requested ask from here!!!!

While courting, crocodiles can be surprisingly tender, involving much touching of snouts, rubbing of necks, blowing of bubbles and resting of heads on each other’s backs.

Sebek Zigvolt! Whose face grew crimson at your utter lack of decorum, as he so nicely put it, when you’d fallen asleep on his back after one of Vargas’s more tiring lessons - what? You’d groaned, ignoring all of his minimal at best attempts to push you off, further curling into him, shoving your face into the crook of his neck, completely oblivious to the poor first-year’s inner turmoil. You insolent little -! Fine, he’d allow just this once. (Lies. He wouldn’t mind even if you did it daily.) Calloused hand now usually placed against the back of your neck while walking, fingertips pressed against your nape, so gently, almost like he was afraid holding onto you too tightly would shatter you, all while his posture remained ramrod straight and face flushed a pretty pink, as if he was embarrassed from doing something intimate…oh well, you wouldn’t expect any less from your favourite emotionally constipated croc <33 Running up to you one day brandishing two bubble wands like they were swords, loudly complaining about the brainless humans(who really were just confused onlookers wondering why the two of you were blowing bubbles at the courtyard), before immediately flipping and complimenting your excellent bubble-blowing form(red-eared all the while, waving his bubble wand back and forth like he was doing something important. Cute.) Stiffly asking one day if he had permission, permission to what, exactly, you weren’t so sure but hey - why not? Steeling yourself for whatever Sebek had in store for you, only for something hard to bump rather awkwardly into your forehead, another thing pressed against your nose… eh? His hands cradled carefully around your face to rub his nose against yours, so positively red you couldn’t help but giggle - a bad decision, on your part, because you quickly lost your footing and fell onto the grass, sending poor Sebek tumbling down with you(Whatever, it wasn’t like he cared that much, anyway - not when you were laughing like that, eyes ceased at the corners and cheeks ruddy). Barging into your room for the umpteeth time the next week, a hint of nervousness in his tone - “Lilia has arranged a meeting with you. It is only expected of him - my parents are currently unavailable to assess my mate, so he will do it in their stead. Pardon? Of course, I’m referring to you! Have you gone mad?” Madly oblivious, sure, but hey - a boyfriend’s a boyfriend, especially since it was your fav croc ;)

While courting, bats will douse themselves with perfume, sing or scream to express desire, as well as engage in mutual grooming and wing-flicking.

Lilia Vanrouge! Whose grin widened like a Cheshire's when you invited him out for an impromptu karaoke session, and even more so when he caught a whiff of your new perfume - “My, my, how bold ~” …eh? Resting his chin on closed fists, as he watched you belt out a popular song with a sickeningly dreamy look in his eyes, before choosing his own song with all the seriousness of an army general leading his troops to war, cheerfully screeching into the karaoke mic death metal, beaming at you with a proud grin after the song ended(well, Cater did mention he liked metal, so this probably wasn’t out of the ordinary, right?). Dousing himself with copious amounts of strong perfume right before attending any of his classes that you were in to the point that the entirety of Diasomnia knew what the two - mostly one - were up to, sending you looks of mild annoyance whenever they caught you and Lilia walking by(“Just say yes already, i don’t know how much more of this lovey-dovey nonsense I can stand -“ “There’s a betting pool if you’re interested -“ “Oh, really?”). Unexpectedly rough hands becoming touchier and grabby with you, if possible, now always semi-permanently glued to your body, whether it be simply running his fingers through your hair(oh-so gently brushing out knots or the occasional tangle with the care so unlike his usual reckless demeanour, almost like he was worried pulling a little too sharply would harm you) or barging randomly into your dorm for impromptu self-care nights, armed with face masks from Pomefiore and a old movie in hand(eyes gazing into yours a little too adoringly when you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder halfway through, fingertips brushing a stray lock of hair back, humming sweetly as he draped a blanket over your shoulders - he’d have to rummage through your kitchen to prepare you a wonderful meal when you woke up…he was sure you wouldn’t mind too much, now <33 Face turning a shade of pink he would have giggled at when you decided to surprise him by randomly appearing from behind and almost screaming his name, his raspberry-red eyes widened in delight, voice awed and nearly breathless, taking your hands in his, with a stupidly lovestruck look in his eyes - “Does this mean… you’ve finally accepted me? Oh, I should tell Silver right away! He’d be delighted to have another parent - hm? Did you really think we’d become mates without me introducing you to my family? Goodness beastie, what a funny thought! Come along now, you can meet the rest over dinner!” :))))

While courting, dragons may offer their potential mate treasures from their own hoard, as well as show displays of power to win their affection. Inviting their potential mate to their hoard is considered to be a sacred act, as well as an agreement to the courtship.

Malleus Draconia! Who had been acting even more socially inept than usual - awkwardly offering you gems and necklaces and brooches which you were sure cost more than you could ever spend in your lifetime, right next to delicately carved stone gargoyles(that took you quite a while to find a place for, but no worries), along with frequently alarming actions that anyone else would’ve been scared of - such as Malleus nearly flooding the school after you tried to get up from your lunch table to get water, Malleus snapping a tree cleanly in half after Rook had been ‘observing’ the two of you, Malleus stepping on your keychain which had fallen off your bag, causing him to despair and cause rainstorms for three days… ah, good times, good times(and probably nothing more to the way his emerald green eyes seemed to glisten at you when you told him that breaking your keychain was fine, since it was an accident, and such a small thing wouldn’t deter you from being his friend… yeah, probably nothing.) Inviting you out to visit his room one day with a rare flush to his pale cheeks, pointed ears reddened to their tips - odd, but this was a normal friend activity, right?? Flushing an even deeper shade of scarlett when you admired his hoard collection of pennants and souvenirs gifted to him from Lilia, happily recounting all of the outlandish stories he’d been told by him as he grew up, eyes blown wide like a surprised cat’s after you’d told him you’d love to experience those places, places he’d only ever heard of since birth, with him - “Did you… did you really mean that?” Avoiding your gaze like an embarrassed schoolgirl all of a sudden, usually composed face tinted pink, something so worrying you couldn’t help but reach out to touch his cheek, just to check in case of an odd fae illness - something which only led to Malleus staring at you like a particularly strange animal, only for him to sigh(dreamily?) and lean into your warm touch, closing his eyes shut. (He really was sick, then. He had to be. After all, his body temperature was oddly hot, and his pulse seemed to be growing faster by the minute.) Humming a new tune - a song Lilia used to sing for him when he was young, apparently - the day after, appearing in your front door like he’d been summoned, lips curling upwards the minute he’d since your face, in all its just-woken-up-bedheaded glory. “Ah, there you are, my dear. I’ve already informed Lilia of our relationship, and he has approved. Though, those senators seem less… excited about our future, but no matter. We should leave for Briar Valley in a few days time - I’m sure they’ll have a change of heart after meeting my lovely future head consort in person, and if not… well, I’ll simply just have to do some convincing.” ;)))

BONUS:

While courting, humans don't usually rest on each other’s backs, scream to profess their love, nor do they typically invite potential mates to their hoard - but neither were they raised and surrounded by fae, so Silver certainly was a different case altogether.

Silver! Who had decided to ask his fellow peers for advice on how to properly court you - hence, Sebek. “INTIATE INTIMATE TOUCH!” was his junior’s advice, which turned out…okay. His original plan of going on a walk in the forest together had been a massive fail, falling asleep on a bench when you’d asked to take a break - his head perched on your shoulder, long eyelashes fluttered shut, near silent snores escaping his barely opened lips. (Not like you minded much. Silver falling asleep on you was becoming a common occurrence, the more you spoke to him.) His second attempt at wooing you coming directly from his fa - Lilia, himself - to invite you out for a karaoke date. Which was fun - until Silver’s song of choice came on, a song Lilia had strongly recommended to ‘properly show them you’re interested’… a decision he’d later come to regret, after being hit in the face with heavy bass and its singer letting out an unholy shriek. Though he did try his best to sing along, which turned out… interesting. His voice hoarse from all that screaming and shouting, leading to him being confined to his room due to his unbearably sore throat, sighing wistfully and staring out his window, watching the blue birds chirp and squirrels climb up trees, deep in thought…(why wasn’t any of his courting methods working? Should he ask Kalim for help next?) Jolting up when Malleus barged in, in his own polite way, smiling from ear to ear as he spoke,”Your beloved has arrived with soup. I believe they are here to assist you. Lilia has already let them in. Good luck.” Face tinted a soft pink when you sat down on his bed and offered him a flask of chicken soup(that he was extremely grateful for, after politely refusing Lilia’s many attempts to feed him his strange concoctions), auroral eyes locked onto your gaze, so intently focused on you that he tipped over the thermos of soup, apologising over and over as he felt you do a once-over on him, fingertips lightly patting him down, eyes scanning him for injuries. “I love you.” The words escaping his mouth before he could stop himself, eyes blown open by his own directness, even more so when you flushed a shade of pink he found absolutely charming, reciprocating his feelings. Wait…really? Smiling giddily like an idiot after you’d accepted his confession, opening the door to walk you back to your dorm, only to see Lilia, Sebek and Malleus to tumble out, presumably listening in to the entire thing. Looking up at you with an apologetic smile, holding onto your hand just a little bit tighter, as if trying to reassure you -“I hope you weren’t too surprised… they might be a little much, but it's okay, because i love you, and I’m sure they’ll love you just as much as i do.” :))))

hey, if you liked this… check out Savannaclaw’s or Octavinelle’s versions?

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this is corny so you don’t have to answer the req if you don’t want to, how do u think dorm leaders would react if the only girl in night raven college ended up in their dorm?

𐙚 Riddle Rosehearts

Well, he's definitely not spoken to a lot of girls around his age range... if he's even spoken to any of them at all. That's the main obstacle, in Riddle's case. He just feels like he doesn't know how he should talk to you.

He does have enough common sense to know he shouldn't treat you differently because of your gender. Obviously. So he's not going easier on you with the rules or anything like that— he'll still scold as harshly as he'd scold any rule breaking guy...

...That's what he tells himself, at least. In practice, it's still true, but he can't help but second guess if what he's doing is really okay, at least while he's still getting used to you.

Luckily, Heartslabyul students are, in general, pretty sociable people, so you actually manage to get along with your dormmates rather quickly. It's just Riddle that trips on his words every now and then.

𐙚 Leona Kingscholar

Honestly, he's not thrilled about it. But it has nothing to do with you personally, and everything to do with how he just knows some of the guys in the dorm might get a little too excited about it, and he'll have to actually put effort into making sure they behave.

It's not like they're creepy or disrespectful or anything. Even your most obnoxious dormmates will, at most, just be really awkward around you — It's just the right thing, in Leona's mind, to avoid having you end up in these weird situations.

With the large amount of beastmen in the dorm, though, it's more likely that they'd get too nervous to even do that. They don't play around when it comes to respecting women. If anyone even dared to think about going against that, they'd be very, very quickly outcast.

But besides that, you're just another member of the dorm, to him. He'll at most complain about the dorm getting attention just because there's a girl in it and nothing more. You're still getting the "Herbivore" nickname if he finds it applicable.

𐙚 Azul Ashengrotto

You don't see any of it, but he's ripping out his hair over the whole thing. And it honestly doesn't even have anything to do with you — It's just that it's all so sudden? Your acceptance into NRC, and into Octavinelle, will definitely attract some attention, and he wasn't given any time to prepare for it...

He definitely does his best to make it look like he wasn't taken completely off guard, though. You're welcomed into Octavinelle with a big smile from him, telling you how honored he is to have you in the dorm— And it's not a lie, really, he is glad to have you, he's just stressed out.

Azul is fairly decent at helping you get settled into the dorm, despite that. He'll ask for your thoughts on the room sharing situation on your very first day, and make sure you come to an agreement on the matter as soon as possible.

𐙚 Kalim Al-Asim

Honestly really happy to have you. NRC turning co-ed is a big deal, after all! It means a lot that his dorm gets to be the one to house the first girl to attend the school.

Kalim was planning to have a big welcoming party at the start of the school year anyway, but since it seems it'll be an extra special one, he'll change his plans accordingly. He might end up going a bit overboard, but it's better to do too much than too little, right?

After the initial fanfare, though, he'll also default to treating you like any other Scarabia student. Which doesn't mean he's any less friendly or warm, it's just that he shows the same amount of interest towards any new student.

He worries a little about you feeling out of a place, though. He's heard from the girls he knows that it can be lonely to be in a space that's all guys, and he doesn't want you to feel othered like that! Maybe he'll talk to Crowley about letting more girls transfer, or something. Or at least introduce you to his other friends, if you want.

𐙚 Vil Schoenheit

Honestly, he's a little stressed out. Mostly for the same reason that would make Kalim so happy and proud — NRC turning co-ed is a big deal, his dorm is the first one to house a female student, expectations are higher than usual.

He lectures the other students on what not to do on the first day, and personally talks to you to ask if there's anything you'd like to be done to the dorm to make you more comfortable. He's mostly thinking about things like whether you'd prefer to not have roommates and such, but he's pretty open to any request as long as it's reasonable.

Honestly, Pomefiore might objectively be the best dorm to end up in, in this case. The push for students to be open minded and respectful is real. Anyone who's too biased and unwilling to change just gets filtered out.

𐙚 Idia Shroud

People start whispering about it the second the news come out —Ignihyde is like a lair for awkward people, their leader himself barely attends class in person. Having the first female student of NRC join in surely will make everyone there lose their minds, right?

And, yeah, people do get anxious, sure. But Ignihyde's image as this safe haven for the socially awkward also means, to their members, that they can be at ease around each other. And you are one of them now, so...

You don't really talk to Idia directly, but that's just because nobody does. He sends Ortho to ask you if you'd like a room to yourself, or anything else, really— He avoids mentioning anything specific because he doesn't want to sound weird, but he'll make sure you have whatever you need.

Your dormmates warm up to you pretty fast too. They're shy, and a good amount of them probably never really talks to any girls, but you're still one of them, above everything else. Gender doesn't matter as much after the initial feeling of surprise is gone.

𐙚 Malleus Draconia

Malleus isn't that stressed out about it, honestly. He knows it's a big deal for the school as a whole, but to him, it's just something that should have been done a long time ago. It's not like restricting student genders was helping anybody learn magic.

He's a bit puzzled when Lilia asks him about possibly taking measures to make you feel more comfortable. He has no issue with taking them, of course, he just doesn't think about them right away? It won't occur to him that you might prefer having a room to yourself, for example.

Because of Diasomnia's reputation, you're sort of shielded from most unwanted attention from the rest of the school, and your dormmates themselves are pretty much all polite people who keep to themselves. It's very peaceful in there, really.

Overall it's just not a big deal to Malleus himself. He'll be curious about how you feel being the only girl in the school, sometimes, but he won't ask unless you haven't shown interest in speaking to him first.

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Thinking about Love at first sight with Riddle Rosehearts!

Who only wanted to return your wallet, which you had dropped on the floor, before being face-to-face with quite simply, the most breathtaking person he’d ever seen. Face blushing crimson, eyes darting anywhere but your curious gaze, eventually landing on the floor.

This was improper.

There had to be some kind of rule against this kind of encounter, right?

Heart hammering in his chest, so loud he wondered if you could hear his heartbeat, the unsteady rise and fall of his chest. He hoped not.

“Ahem,” clearing his throat from nonexistent phlegm, eyes darting away from yours. Was his tie askew? His hair messy? Sevens, maybe it was - Floyd had been causing more trouble than he usually did earlier, even messing up his hair… face flushing impossibly more in embarrassment, hoping, praying to the Seven that you wouldn’t notice, that this wouldn’t ruin your first impression of him.(because you were really much too beautiful for your own good, and you somehow made him aware of every insecurity and flaw he had, no matter how minor.)

“You dropped this.” He mumbled, before clearing his throat. “You ought to be more careful with your belongings.” He hoped he wasn’t coming off too blunt, too rude. Every comment, every little word about his behaviour hadn’t really bothered him much, not until now. Hands abnormally fidgeting with his gloves, his Mother’s words ringing in his head - something about lacking composure, but his head was far too busy trying to permanently ingrain your face into his skull than to actually use it properly :((((

“I haven’t introduced myself yet - I’m Riddle Rosehearts, the Housewarden of Heartslabyul. And you are?” Because he’d definitely have remembered a face like yours, carve an entire space in his head just for you, actually.

Poor Riddle Rosehearts, who couldn't help but find himself slipping after your encounter - wistfully gazing out class windows, dreaming of your face, perking up ever so slightly when he heard footsteps, only to deflate when it wasn’t you... oh, won't you come back, to heal his lovesick heart? ;)

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overblot boys x Crowley's child!reader

summary: boys found out that reader is crowley's kid.

‼️English isn't my first language!! (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠). Reader is not Yuu! GN reader. (what kind of relationship the reader has with the characters is not specified, it can be perceived as romantic or platonic. (it is implied that you are close)

Riddle Rosehearts.

it happened by accident! Your phone rang, and he, like a polite and responsible good boy, seeing the contact "father" lit up, took the phone to you.

but he didn't expect to hear the Headmage's voice on the other end of the line.

Riddle patiently waits for you to finish the conversation and only then asks.

"I don't want to seem rude, I only heard it out of the corner of my ear, but.. Was it the Headmage? Why is he listed in your contacts as father?"

"Because he IS my father, Riddle.."

well, that was a very unexpected confession.

in any case, his attitude towards you will not change in any way, even if you are the child of such an irresponsible and infantile person as Crowley. Riddle's parents are no better, so it is not for him to judge.

but most likely he will ask worriedly if Crowley is coping with his fatherly responsibilities. It's important for Riddle to know that Crowley isn't being as disgusting with you as he is with his students.

Please calm poor Riddle down, otherwise he'll ask Trey to adopt you.

Jamil Viper.

In short, you were careless enough to blurt out about your father to Kalim when you were talking about families.

and Kalim, unfortunately, is not the type to easily keep his mouth shut, especially when it has to do with his friends. Moreover, you didn’t say it was a secret, did you?

Anyway, when Kalim found out, Jamil found out just as quickly after that.

Hmph. Why did you tell Kalim first and not him? Jamil could definitely keep a secret, unlike Kalim.

Jamil doesn’t raise this topic with anyone, and asks Kalim not to tell others, because if you haven’t said anything before, then there must have been a reason for it.

He won’t say outright that he knows.

But Jamil will definitely somehow jokingly, perhaps consciously, and perhaps not on purpose, let you know that he knows: - "Here, eat. It's definitely better than what they feed you at home."

or "Did you know that some types of snakes feed on birds?"

Yes, yes, Jamil, I know, but why does it sound like a threat..

But it won't go further than harmless jokes and hints, after all, if you are friends with him, not caring about the status of his family, then he should respond in kind.

Leona Kingscholar.

You two were just relaxing in the botanical gardens, your head on his chest, while he looked at the night sky.

Either it was the warm night atmosphere that affected the topics of your conversations, or it was your presence that made him behave more openly. But is the reason so important if it feels so personal and pleasant?

Your conversation turned to your parents, during which, you had the imprudence to jokingly say: - "Yes, I understand, that's why I don't tell anyone that Crowley is my father, you know what associations immediately arise? I don't want people to think that I'm the same as him, although he really is a good dad-"

"Herbivore, what."

Leona interrupts your tirade, and asks again if he heard everything correctly. The Headmage? Your father? Why didn't you tell him before? Oh yeah, you just said why-

Leona knows what it's like to have false expectations put on you because of who your parents are, so he definitely wouldn't do that.

He doesn't care, you're his friend, his herbivore, it doesn't matter whose blood you have if your personality has nothing to do with that… crow.

And Leona was wrong, hah, you're not a herbivore. (Crows eat carrion, right?)

But you'll definitely get a few new nicknames.

"Hey, birdie-"

Azul Ashengrotto.

You were keeping Azul company while he worked, he was busily signing something, while you were lounging on that black couch in his office, staring at the ceiling.

Azul started talking about today's events at Mostro Lounge: Floyd broke some expensive equipment God knows how, but Azul's budget clearly didn't include such sudden and large expenses.

You, like a good friend, suggested: "Oh, I can ask Dad to scrape something out of the school budget, I'm sure he has enough."

Azul, not quite understanding, asks again what you mean, and you casually answer: "Well, I can ask the Headmage,my dad.. He'll definitely listen to me!" - with the most innocent look in the world.

and Azul just: ???

It took you a few minutes to explain what was what before he finally got it. Crowley is your father? Damn, how did he not notice before, and he still considers himself the most attentive and observant! It was so obvious: Your everyday outfits almost always included feathers, your overall gothic-steampunk(?) aesthetics… You're a copy of your father!

Don't be surprised if after this news Azul starts offering you all sorts of "lucrative deals" a little more often, suspiciously connected with your connection with the director!

Yes, you are friends, but is it so bad that he will try to turn this at least a little bit to his advantage?

Vil Schoenheit.

Vil knew before you even told him directly. He only needed one look at you and Crowley when you were standing next to each other to know who was daddy's baby.

Again, it's pretty obvious, considering that you and your father have similar styles in clothing and aesthetics. Gothic, steampunk, imitation feather shapes on some items of clothing and the feathers themselves.

Not a single detail will escape the watchful eye of a Beauty Queen!

But why guess when he can ask directly? Vil did just that.

You, slightly impressed by his accurate observations, confirmed his assumptions.

I don't think Vil's attitude towards you will change, I doubt he cares who your parents are, as long as they fulfill their parental duties and treat you well.

he'll definitely put together bird/crow related outfits for you if you want, or send you mood boards in that aesthetic, even if it's too dark to wear on a regular basis.. But style has no boundaries if it's good,right?

Idia Shroud.

Ortho has the data of all the students, just like that.

Yeah, it's probably a little creepy, but still, look me in the eye and tell me that Idia didn't give Ortho access to the database of all the students at the NRC.

Just one day, Idia was scrolling through this very data of the students out of boredom and came across information about you and saw your last name. Wait, isn't it the same as..?

He's surprised, but most of all he's surprised that he didn't notice how none of the teachers address you by your last name, but only by your first name. Although, it's not like he often attends classes, but still!

Idia doesn't bring this topic up with you (what if you'll suddenly think he's a creep if you find out how he found out), again, he doesn't care who your parents are, even if he's definitely worried about whether the Headmage is fullfil his parental responsibilities.

"Ahaha, I love this trope in anime where the character's parents turn out to be someone powerful and no one knew, isn't it cool, Idia?….Idia, what's up with your face?"

Malleus Draconia.

You told him yourself almost immediately. Malleus just has this aura… You don't want to hide anything from him.

"The other students are afraid of me because my parents are rulers." "Cool.I'm afraid that the other students will avoid me if they find out that my father is an annoying bird."

Yey, besties!

He's definitely the one who's most worried about your well-being. He knows how Crowley treats Yuu firsthand, and he definitely doesn't want the Headmage to treat his own child like that.

Hm? Did you have a fight with your father? It's okay, Malleus will sort it out.

No no, what are you saying, he definitely didn't threaten Crowley to apologize to you.

No no, both of you definitely didn't threaten Crowley to treat Yuu better.

bonus: given the latest theories in the fandom..you're two like..siblings?

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Hi! Another request, what about riddle, Leona, Floyd and Jamil reacting to you with your hair down for the first time? (Like the reader always wears it up in a bun and they've never seen it out of that style.) thank you! Have a good day! ❤️

જ⁀➴ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Twisted Wonderland characters reacting to seeing you with your hair down for the very first time.

featuring — Riddle : Leona : Floyd : Jamil x reader.

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle had always admired how tidy and put-together you looked with your hair up in that neat bun. It suited the disciplined image he respected so much—clean, rule-abiding, efficient. So when he walked into the Heartslabyul common room and saw you sitting by the window with your hair cascading freely down your shoulders, for a second, he thought he had mistaken you for someone else. The way the sunlight hit your now-loose locks, casting warm highlights across them, made his throat go dry. His steps faltered, and his mouth opened slightly, uncharacteristically caught off guard.

“You... changed your hair,” he finally managed, voice quieter than usual. There was a slight pink dusting on his cheeks, which only deepened when you smiled sheepishly and said you wanted to let it breathe for once. He cleared his throat, trying to regain composure, but couldn’t help the way his eyes kept flicking back to your hair. “It’s—It’s quite charming. You should... do it more often.” Riddle fumbled with his words a little before sitting beside you with a huff, trying to focus on the book he brought. But every so often, he'd peek at you from the corner of his eye, heart racing just a bit faster than usual.

Leona Kingscholar

It wasn’t unusual for Leona to be napping somewhere around the botanical gardens, half-buried in cushions or surrounded by sunshine. But when he cracked open an eye and saw you walking toward him with your hair down for the first time, it was the first moment he looked actually awake—alert, even. He didn’t sit up, but his eyes followed you closely, trailing from your loose strands to the way they shifted in the breeze. A slow smirk curled across his lips. “Well, well… look who finally decided to stop hiding all that.”

You rolled your eyes, but he sat up just enough to prop his head on his hand, watching you with newfound intensity. “You’ve been wasting all that softness keeping it in a bun. What, trying not to distract people?” His voice was teasing, but the heat in his gaze said he meant every word. “It suits you. Makes you look... softer.” You caught the brief pause in his voice and the way his tail lazily flicked against the grass. When you moved to sit next to him, Leona didn’t hesitate to reach out and twirl a strand around his finger, murmuring, “Might have to make you wear it down more often—strictly for selfish reasons.”

Floyd Leech

The moment Floyd saw you with your hair down, his eyes widened, and a mischievous, toothy grin split across his face like you’d just turned into his new favorite toy. “Ooooh~ Shrimpy looks completely different today,” he crooned, practically bouncing over to you in the hallway. Before you could react, his hands were already in your hair, fingers sifting through it with wild curiosity and zero respect for personal space. “It’s so soft! I didn’t know you had this much hair. You were hiding this from me, weren’t you~?”

You sputtered in embarrassment, trying to dodge his hands, but Floyd just giggled, entirely too entertained. “I kinda like this look. You look like a sleepy jellyfish. All floaty and... squishy.” He grinned wider and leaned down, nose brushing your cheek as he whispered, “It’s dangerous, y’know? You look real snatchable like this.” He tugged gently on a lock of your hair before dancing away with a laugh, already plotting how to convince you to leave it down more often. “I’m gonna get bored if you keep it up all the time! Let it down more! I wanna play!”

Jamil Viper

Jamil had grown so used to your signature bun that it had become synonymous with your presence in his mind—always practical, always put-together. So when he walked into the Scarabia lounge and saw you reading quietly with your hair down, it stopped him cold. The familiar composure he usually wore slipped, just for a second. He didn’t say anything at first, choosing instead to lean against the doorway and just... observe. The way your hair framed your face, how it fell over your shoulders, the softness it added to your entire aura—it threw him off.

He finally stepped into the room and cleared his throat, trying not to show how you’d left him a little breathless. “Trying something new?” he asked casually, though his tone was more gentle than usual. When you looked up and smiled, he approached and knelt beside you, his fingers brushing against the ends of your hair. “It looks... unexpectedly beautiful.” His eyes held something softer, something reverent, as if he was seeing another side of you he hadn’t been allowed to until now. “You always looked nice,” he murmured, “but this... this is different. I like it.” And though he didn’t say it aloud, the change felt like a privilege—like you’d let down your guard, just a little, for him.

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I hope it's ok if I request but what if a reader with SCP 999 powers where she makes those around her feel joy and comfort? Honestly I feel like she's gonna be a blessing to all in the TWST world cause dang they all need therapy

SCP-999!Reader in Twisted Wonderland

Powers: The ability to generate overwhelming joy, comfort, and euphoria to those around them. Touch intensifies the effect. Reader can also “sense” distress and naturally gravitates toward helping others feel at peace. They have a bubbly, gentle personality (or are quiet and comforting—depending on your preference).

Let’s go dorm by dorm:

Azul: Reader touches his hand and suddenly the crushing weight of his insecurities and business anxiety lifts. He freezes. What is this… peace? Azul starts visiting them under the pretense of "business deals," but he's just addicted to the way he feels safe around them. The Leech twins tease him mercilessly.

Jade & Floyd: Floyd flops beside them like a cat, humming with a lazy smile. He doesn’t even feel the urge to squeeze anyone today. Jade is intrigued. “You calm Floyd. That’s… impressive.” He becomes fascinated and protective over you like a rare deep-sea treasure.

Leona: He lounges next to Reader for five minutes and falls into the deepest, most restful sleep he’s had in years. When he wakes up not cranky, everyone panics. He won’t admit it, but Reader becomes his favorite nap buddy.

Ruggie: He sobs quietly into their shoulder one day. Reader doesn’t ask questions, just holds him. After that, he calls them “Sunshine” and gets weirdly defensive if anyone treats them poorly.

Jack: He’s stunned by how calm he feels near them. His tail even wags around them. He offers to walk them to class every day like a golden retriever bodyguard.

Malleus: “You… are not afraid of me?” Not only is Reader not afraid, they make him feel light. Joy. Giddy. He doesn’t know what it is, but he keeps showing up outside Ramshackle just to be near them. Lilia says he hasn’t smiled like that in years.

Silver: For the first time in forever, Silver dreams without nightmares. He wakes up well-rested and near tears. Reader is a miracle, and he quietly begins guarding them as thanks.

Sebek: At first, he thinks Reader is a threat—how dare they distract Lord Malleus! But then he spends ten minutes near them and he’s… not yelling. He’s relaxed. This horrifies him.

Lilia: He just chuckles. “You’re a blessing to this world, little one.” He likes watching the younger boys become softer because of Reader’s presence.

Idia: Reader doesn’t even touch him—they just sit next to him and his usual spiral of anxiety slows down. His hair even glows a bit warmer. They laugh at one of his niche references, and he malfunctions. Slowly, Idia starts inviting them to his room (!!!). Ortho notices immediately: “Big Brother’s mental health has improved 49.3%!”

Vil: Reader doesn't judge. He’s always worried people only like his image, but Reader is kind even when he’s tired, cranky, or not dolled up. It makes him feel human, not just beautiful. They become his safe haven.

Rook: He calls them “la lumière du bonheur”—the light of happiness. He’s obsessed in a poetic, overly romantic way, writing odes about their soothing aura.

Epel: He stops bottling up his feelings when Reader’s around. He talks more freely, laughs more openly. He’ll punch anyone who disrespects them. “They’re the realest person here!”

Riddle: Reader makes him feel like a child again, in a good way. The burden of rules, perfection, and expectations melt away when they smile at him. He cries the first time he feels that relief. He’s not used to unconditional warmth.

Trey: He smiles fondly. Reader reminds him of home, of warmth and baked bread. He brings them treats just to see them happy.

Cater: He doesn’t need to put on a fake smile around them. For the first time, someone makes him feel seen. That… that means everything.

Kalim: Reader is his instant best friend. They radiate the same joyful energy. But when he’s stressed or anxious, Reader helps stabilize him. They’re the sunshine to his wild firecracker joy.

Jamil: He doesn’t trust it at first—nothing in his life has come without strings. But Reader just… helps him breathe. Eventually, he relaxes his mask around them. He smiles more. Freely.

Rollo

Reader’s very existence throws him off. They’re a magical being whose power helps others feel good, yet they’re humble and kind. It makes him question everything. Is magic truly evil if it creates this?

Grim: “D’awww you’re so warm! You smell like joy!” He sleeps curled up on Reader's stomach, purring like a kitten.

Deuce & Ace: They argue less around Reader. Ace says they're “suspiciously nice.” Deuce is in awe. Reader praises him and he almost floats. They become like siblings, loyal to the end.

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Overblot boys with a cat like s/o. As in, hisses when annoyed, bats at danglely things(Like long hair, namely when it's in a braid), sometimes slow blinks at people, spawns beside people outta nowhere, stares at random spots in a room for an hour before blinking and continuing the conversation, etc. (Silly extra thingy: The OB boys swear that the reader purrs when content)

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Riddle Rosehearts

The first time you hissed at someone (Trey, probably), Riddle short-circuited. “Did you just—” You arched your back and hissed again. He now keeps catnip toys on hand like a nervous cat dad.

Gets adorably flustered when you slow blink at him. He blinked back once and then panicked thinking he accidentally proposed.

You once batted at his ribbon tie and he made a new dorm rule that says "No touching the dorm leader’s accessories unless given permission." He let you do it again five minutes later.

Convinced you purr in your sleep. He tries to catch it on a voice recorder, but you always somehow vanish by morning like a shadow.

Leona Kingscholar

He lives for your cat behavior. Hissing? Biting? Randomly vanishing? “Finally. Someone who gets it.”

His braid is always in danger. You’ve batted it, chewed it, and once tied a bell to it. He pretended to be mad, but he kept it for the rest of the day.

“You gonna hiss at me again, herbivore?” He’s grinning when he says it—he thinks it’s cute.

The two of you have full conversations while lying on opposite couches, staring into space and occasionally slow blinking at each other.

Will not admit he fell asleep with your “purring” on his chest. Ruggie saw.

Azul Ashengrotto

The first hiss earned you a look of sheer confusion, like you were malfunctioning. The second time, he began to rethink all his life choices.

Batting at his hair tentacle? Unforgivable—unless it gets you to giggle, then maybe it’s forgivable.

He swears up and down that he does not hear you purring, but the twins have video evidence and they will blackmail him with it.

You once stared at a wall behind him for ten minutes, and he nearly called Jade thinking something was there.

He keeps a heated blanket in his office for you now, like a cozy cat bed. No one’s allowed to mention it.

Jamil Viper

You hissed at Kalim once, and Jamil couldn’t stop laughing. He had to turn away and pretend to cough.

He has long hair, and you have an undeniable obsession with the braid. He's used to dodging traps, but you’re a new challenge.

He’s caught you on top of the fridge once. “Why are you up there?” “It’s warm.” Sigh.

“You are not purring. I refuse to believe it.” But he sits very still when you curl against him, just in case you start.

If you stare into space mid-convo, he just sighs and waits. “You good?” “...Yeah.” “You scare me sometimes.”

Vil Schoenheit

At first, he thought you were trolling him. A hiss in the middle of a dorm meeting? Really? But then you slow blinked, and he... blinked back. Involuntarily.

His long hair is an endless temptation for your grabby hands. He has accepted this fate. “At least be gentle, dear. It’s silk-treated.”

If you stare at nothing mid-convo, he just calmly turns your head back toward him like, “Focus. Eyes here, darling.”

He pretends not to notice the “purring,” but if anyone else does, he throws a dramatic hand over your shoulders and says, “They only do that for me.”

Epel once saw you knock over a glass for no reason. Vil never recovered from the second-hand embarrassment.

Idia Shroud

He nearly died the first time you spawned beside him without a sound. “WERE YOU THERE THIS WHOLE TIME??”

Thinks your hissing is both terrifying and endearing. “OMG it’s like... a gremlin... but hot??”

You batted at his hair once and got static shocked. You hissed at him. He apologized for existing.

He recorded the purring sound on accident and keeps it as his phone alarm. If you ever find out, he will evaporate.

Stares into the void with you. You once said, “There’s something in the corner.” He cried. There was nothing there.

Malleus Draconia

He is utterly fascinated. A being with cat-like traits? "Are you a fae species I’ve yet to encounter?"

You once hissed at Sebek. Malleus hasn’t stopped laughing since. “Well done, child of man.”

Your slow blinks are sacred gestures to him. “Ah... a sign of trust and comfort. I shall return it with equal reverence.” You’ve started a blink war.

He adores when you bat at his long hair or horns. He even dangles his hair near you on purpose.

Fully convinced you purr and doesn’t care what anyone says. He calls it your “soul’s contented resonance.”

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Hallo ❤️

Can I request the all the housewarden (+ace and deuce) with yuu who is the definition of "trust me bro".

Like yuu is sharing the most ridiculous plan and ended up 100% successful. Every plan they do is flawlessly executed wkdkkekd.

It can be a plan to stop an overblot or something, you decide for the scenarios or just reactions kskdk

(content warning: malleus breakdances)

Riddle Rosehearts — “The Flamingo Stampede Strategy” Riddle: “Yuu, we’re going to be disqualified. This isn’t regulation—”

Yuu: “Trust me, bro.”

Riddle watched in horror as you lured Heartslabyul’s enchanted flamingos out of their pens and into the obstacle course race. The birds charged like a pastel cavalry, knocking over every other team’s contestants while Yuu rode one like a polo horse.

Yuu crosses the finish line victorious, absolutely unbothered. Riddle has an aneurysm on the spot… but also holds up the trophy anyway.

Riddle (internally): This is illegal. This is immoral. This is genius.

Leona Kingscholar — “The Sleepy Bluff” Leona: “This is a serious match, herbivore.”

Yuu: “Exactly. So let’s pretend I’m dead.”

Leona nearly walked off when Yuu laid motionless in the middle of the Spell Arena. The other team surrounded them, confused. Just then—WHAM! A surprise trap spell exploded under their feet, launching them out of bounds.

Yuu sat up with a yawn and dusted off their robe. “Told ya. Trust me, bro.”

Leona stared. “You’re insane. I like it.”

Azul Ashengrotto — “The Legal Loophole Heist” Azul: “There is no way we can beat that merchant’s prices—”

Yuu: “Unless we find a clause in his contract that voids the entire deal.”

Azul blinked. “...That might actually work?”

Ten minutes later, Yuu stood at the merchant’s stall, calmly citing ancient maritime trading law from a scroll they “borrowed” from the library. The merchant turned red, sputtered, and fled.

Azul looked at Yuu with reverent horror.

Azul: “Would you like a part-time position at the Lounge? I’ll pay double.”

Kalim Al-Asim — “Operation Elephant Drop” Kalim: “We need to get the fireworks to the roof fast, but the stairs are blocked!”

Yuu: “...Have you ever heard of rooftop pachyderm transport?”

Later, Kalim is screaming joyfully on top of a magic carpet… dragging a heavily enchanted elephant balloon full of fireworks, piloted by Yuu, who is directing it like a seasoned festival general.

The fireworks launch perfectly from the elephant’s trunk. The crowd cheers. Kalim hugs Yuu.

Kalim: “That was the coolest thing EVER! How did you even—?”

Yuu: “Trust me, bro.”

Vil Schoenheit — “Sabotage by Sparkle” Vil: “We’re competing in a runway show. Do not embarrass me.”

Yuu: “So I replaced our rival’s setting spray with glitter glue.”

Vil: “YOU WHAT.”

During the show, the rival model walks out—only to freeze mid-pose as their face sparkles uncontrollably under the lights. Their makeup clumps and flakes. The judges gasp.

Vil steps onto the runway next. Untouchable. Radiant. Victorious.

He glares at Yuu backstage.

Vil: “...I cannot condone this.”

Yuu: “But?”

Vil: “…You have terrifying instincts.”

Idia Shroud — “Tetris Takedown” Idia: “This raid boss has a 0.4% clear rate. We’ll never—”

Yuu: “I rearranged the dungeon tiles so it traps the boss AI in a loop.”

Idia: “That’s cheating!”

Yuu: “It’s creative problem solving.”

You and Idia watch the screen as the terrifying flame serpent glitches into the wall and starts spinning endlessly.

Idia wheezes, tears in his eyes.

Idia: “You’re terrifying. You’re amazing. Marry me. Wait—IGNORE THAT.”

Malleus Draconia — “Dragon Dance Deterrent” Malleus: “This mage’s duel is serious. Are you sure this will work?”

Yuu: “Malleus. Trust me, bro. Start dancing.”

You play a ridiculous beat on a speaker. Malleus, ancient and dignified, starts breakdancing in front of the challenger.

The opponent is so horrified and confused that they forfeit on the spot.

Malleus dusts himself off. “...I do not understand mortal tactics.”

Yuu, grinning: “But it worked, didn’t it?”

Ace Trappola — “Reverse Uno Bomb” Ace: “We’re not gonna win the card tourney like this.”

Yuu: “We play Uno cards in a poker tournament.”

Ace: “...You are the worst and best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

They slam down a Reverse and then a Draw 4 in the final hand. Their opponent short-circuits from confusion. The judges allow it, citing no rule against using enchanted Uno cards.

Ace cackles. “TRUST ME BROOOO!”

Yuu: “That’s my line.”

Deuce Spade — “Make it Explode” Deuce: “We need a distraction. Just a small one.”

Yuu: “I rigged the vending machine to explode Mentos and cola on command.”

Deuce: “...WHAT.”

They press a rune. The vending machine detonates in a sugar bomb. Everyone runs.

Deuce: “We’re gonna get expelled—”

Yuu: “But we got the key, didn’t we?”

Deuce: “…I fear you. But I trust you.”

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hello!! This is my first time requesting something so sorry if it’s dumb or something. I was wondering if you could do a Vil Schoenheit x reader but reader does not give a crap about their appearance like always wearing comfy clothes, slouching all the time, eating junk, all that stuff but the thing is reader is incredibly beautiful and is just not using their beauty to their full potential.

VIL X READER

Where you don't give a crap about your appearance

Where even though you don't give a shit about your appearance you are still stunning, even being offensive to Vil's eyes

Vil didn't merely live beauty — he was beauty.

So when you walked into his life — wearing crocs. With socks. Mismatched socks.

He almost passed out.

Vil had seen beauty in every curated form imaginable — painted lips, powdered faces, posture held like a sword at one’s back.

But you?

You were ruining him.

You shuffled through NRC’s campus in pajama pants — again — a loose hoodie swallowing your form, hair in a tangled mess, posture more gremlin than graceful.

You were eating a bag of spicy cheese puffs at seven in the morning, orange dust clinging to your fingertips.

And the worst part? You looked like you’d walked straight off the cover of Maquillaville Vogue.

You weren’t in Pomefiore, thank the Sevens, but you might as well have been a walking scandal within its walls.

Word of you spread quickly — not because of some tragic fashion faux pas, but because somehow, despite your absolute refusal to try, you were beautiful.

Not “cute for someone who slouched” beautiful. Not “hidden potential” beautiful.

No, it was infuriating beauty. Hair that caught the sun just right, lips with a natural shape that looked like gloss was always applied, eyes that sparkled — all wasted beneath a hoodie three sizes too big and posture that screamed, I just rolled out of bed and I’m already over this day.

And worst of all?

You didn’t care.

Vil first confronted you in the library.

You were sprawled on a velvet armchair like a cat, scrolling through your tablet with one leg thrown over the armrest, wearing pajama bottoms with cartoon ducks on them.

A plastic bag of gummy worms sat on your chest, half-eaten.

“You look like you lost a bet,” Vil said, arms folded.

You looked up and blinked at him.

“Oh, hey Vil.” You blinked again. “Wait. Is this about the ducks?”

He sighed so hard you felt a breeze.

“You are a visual offense to my retinas.”

You popped a gummy worm into your mouth.

“Mmm. They’re sour apple.”

“I’m not talking about your damn snacks. I’m talking about you. Do you not own a mirror?”

“I do. It’s got toothpaste splatter on it though, so I kinda just use it to check for eye crust.”

Vil made a sound like he was being personally attacked by fate.

Despite everything, Vil couldn’t stay away.

He told himself it was curiosity at first. A case study. A tragic but fascinating example of wasted natural gift.

But he kept noticing things. How you hummed while walking, off-tune but happy. The lazy sparkle in your eye when you teased him.

And then came the breaking point.

You showed up to lunch in flannel pant, a hood over your head.

You were wearing slippers.

Vil stood. “Get up.”

You blinked, mid-bite of your sandwich. “What?”

“You’re coming with me. I won’t allow this to continue.”

“...Am I getting expelled from the cafeteria?”

“You’re getting a makeover.”

The walk to Pomefiore was full of protest.

“But I like my pants—”

“They are a crime against fabric.”

“And this hoodie is cozy!”

“That’s not even your hoodie. It has Kalim's name on it.”

“I like the smell. Jamil uses nice detergent.”

Vil pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You are an atrocity with model-grade bone structure.”

The process was long. Painfully so.

Vil made you sit up straight. He taught you how to walk with poise. He made you do your skincarr.

You groaned and whined, called him “Captain Cruelty,” and threatened to fake an allergic reaction to toner.

He retaliated by confiscating your hot chips.

But slowly smoething shifted. Not just in your posture — but between the two of you.

He started brushing your hair more gently. You started letting him. He noticed how your eyes softened when he leaned close to adjust your collar.

You noticed how he lingered when your fingers accidentally brushed.

He still scolded you. You still teased him. But there was something warmer.

And then came the real test.

The night of NRC’s "seasonal ball".

Vil had prepared a look for you — nothing too flashy, just something sleek and polished.

He waited by the dorm gates, arms crossed, expression sour.

And you… showed up in your usual hoodie.

Jeans.

The same damn. fucking. slippers.

But your hair was brushed. Your lips had a hint of gloss.

Your eyes found his.

“Thought about wearing the dress you gave me,” you said, holding the garment bag he gave you.

“But then I realized... I kinda like that you like me either way.”

Vil stared at you — the mess, the miracle. You didn’t need polish. You didn’t need pearls.

You were beautiful in a way that defied rules.

And despite everything he’d believed... he was okay with that.

“I never wanted to change you,” he murmured.

“I just didn’t know how to handle someone who could outshine the stars while wearing duck-print pants.”

You smiled.

“You think I outshine the stars?”

“I think you ruin me,” he whispered.

“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Helloo :3

Could I request platonic NRC staff with non-Yuu half-fae reader who has never known parental love and care, only discrimination and hate and rejection? They show genuine shock when hit with care

Who Cares

Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Vargas, Sam & gn!reader, semi-familial relationships

they/them pronouns, mentions of bad parent(s) and unhappy home life

Around 300 words per character

I'm not sure if this was exactly what you were looking for but hey, we love caring staff interactions. It's part of why Glorious Masquerade is my favorite event. I'm popping in some minor additional lore to really hit home that father figure ideal lmao

Too human to be accepted by the fae, too "unnatural" to be accepted by humans. It was an unfortunate truth you had to come to terms with at a very early age. Your father left before you were born, your mother never speaking of him. In fact, your mother rarely spoke to you at all unless it was to berate you for the birthright she provided. She made it well known that you were an unwanted presence in her home, a burden she never brought herself to get rid of. So when the black carriage came to bring you to Night Raven College, you leapt at the opportunity, hoping this was the first step to never looking back.

Dire Crowley

Crowley was... tough to pin down, to put it lightly. You weren't used to someone so up beat, so eccentric. You'd hardly met the man and he had already committed your name to memory. You didn't see him that often, but when he did, he always made small talk. How your classes were going, praising you about your grades, what you thought of the cafeteria food, what he thought of the cafeteria food. And as quickly as he was there, he was gone again, leaving your head spinning with how informal it always was. You never knew what to make of him. But your overall opinion tended to lean towards him just being... odd. Not good, not bad, just odd. It was usually a nice change of pace to talk with him, however. You were fairly sure he was fae with the few encounters that you did have with him, and he didn't actively make it a point to demonstrate how much he despised you. You weren't sure if he hated you at all, actually. The only thing you knew about Crowley is that you never knew when he was going to show up.

Crowley knew. He knew about what you were going through, even without knowing the details. There were so many other students to keep track of, he couldn't keep too close an eye on you. He could trust that task to the rest of the staff, but he couldn't help popping in every now and then to see how things were going, getting out before you could grow suspicious of his line of questioning. He only stayed just long enough to ensure there wasn't anything he needed to look in on, he trusted the others to take care of the rest.

Divus Crewel

As strict as Crewel was on his students, they were still his students. He had no tolerance for any of them being mistreated, and that now included you. The first time he patted your head-- your test results had been exemplary-- you flinched away hard, and he knew. He knew there was someone to detest, he didn't exactly know who it was, but he wasn't afraid to hate indiscriminately. But Crewel of all people knew how to treat a pup that had been so poorly mistreated. He showered you with praise when applicable, and when you failed or slipped up, he didn't react past walking you through how to do it correctly for next time. He did his best not to raise his voice around you, or at least never at you and there was never a sudden movement made too close to you.

When you caught on to what he was doing, you just looked so confused. You always expected the worst from everyone, always kept your guard up to keep the hurt at bay. You weren't used to... this. You let it go for a few more weeks before you finally confronted him after class.

"Why?" You'd asked simply as he graded papers.

"Why what, pup?" He asked back, not looking up from what he was doing.

"Why are you so nice to me?"

When he finally looked up, you almost wished he hadn't. There was a look in his eyes that you rarely ever saw directed at you. Sympathy.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

You floundered for a moment at the question, scoffing like it was obvious. But he knew what he had done in the months you'd been in his classes. It would take a lot more time to fully deprogram the self loathing someone had instilled in you from birth, but he was willing to take the time. You were already questioning if the answer was obvious.

Mozus Trein

Trein had been doing this job long enough to recognize when a student didn't have the best home life. It was usually a fleeting look in the eyes when a holiday was brought up, or a radiating dread the closer it got to the end of the school year. There was usually one every few rounds of freshmen, he knew how exactly to keep an eye out. He knew almost the exact moment he saw you in his class, every little sign he'd known to look for he saw in you. He'd heard stories like yours before, humans and the fae creating children that were rarely ever wanted for reasons he never quite understood, he couldn't imagine treating a child like that. He wasn't obvious about his care, he never was, he made it a point to treat all his students the same. So if one student needed extra encouragement at times, they would all get extra encouragement when needed.

You never caught on that he altered his methods for you, you just assumed Trein was a compassionate teacher to all his students when they were doing well in his class. You doubted that he was being genuine, however, your head screaming at you that he was treating all his students like this so he could never single you out despite every bone in your body knowing he was being sincere. It took a long time to believe he was just kind, not tricking you, didn't secretly hate you. It took a long time to stop taking his quiet praise on your assignments or test results with a grain of salt. And when it came time to go home at the end of the year, you didn't think twice about it when he quietly reassured you that you would be back before you knew it. That there would always be a gentler place waiting for you to return.

Ashton Vargas

Vargas never discriminates against any of his students, regardless on what it's about. He may be egotistical, but he isn't a bigot. He never thought about your distrust, maybe didn't even notice it, he just encouraged you like he did the rest of his students. If you slowed down, he was right there, cheering you on, if you tripped, he was ready to help you up with that huge and sincere grin.

You found it unsettling. More than Trein, you were sure Vargas was playing you for a fool. You were constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop with him. But no matter how long you waited, no matter how hard you glared at him, he never changed his tune. He tried to speak one on one with his students every day, and when he spoke to you, he often had good things to say. You had good form and a fire in your heart that he said he could see (and if that fire in your heart was anything other than a burning passion for physical fitness, he was none the wiser) and he often told you that he was proud of you for doing your very best! Even on days when you knew you weren't putting in as much as previous days, he would tell you that your best fluctuates from day to day, and that as long as you were doing your best every day, that's all he could ask. He would clap you on the shoulder and send you on your way with that big Vargas smile. Eventually, you figured him out on your own. He wasn't someone who cared about where you came from, what you did with it was what mattered to him. You never talked to him about it, you never had to, it was something he instilled in every one of his students through his teaching style. And eventually, you started to believe it too.

Sam

Sam had eyes everywhere. Most of the time he just held on to the information to inform how he stocked his shelves. But he knew. He didn't bring it up, just slipped a little extra into your bag when you weren't paying attention or forgot to mention a little discount he put on your tab. Nothing he'd miss for helping. He'd conveniently be out of the shop, or at least hiding somewhere among the winding shelves, by the time you noticed and came back to say something. Anything you left behind on the counter was snuck back into your bag during the next trip. It started to almost feel like a game, and he was thrilled that he was winning.

You caught on to what he was doing after the second time you tried to return an item you hadn't purchased and it mysteriously ended up back in your haul the next go round. It was infuriating trying to catch him actually doing it, he once managed to slip an entire roll of paper towels into your bag without your notice while you were looking at it. When you finally managed to confront him about it, you sort of wished you hadn't.

"I don't need this." You grumbled at him, shoving the bar of soap you'd tried to leave behind three separate times into his hands.

"What do you need?" He asked with a mischievous grin.

You'd just rolled your eyes at him at the time, but his game got more... specific. Whenever you managed to forget to pick something up, it was there in your bag, whenever you worried about not having enough to get the more expensive version of something and opted for the cheaper brand instead, the one you'd wanted was what went back to the dorm with you. After a while, you conceded, figuring you weren't about to win a game like this against a man with friends in the shadows. With the way it bothered you, it took a long time after getting used to it to realize he'd started doing it because he'd been looking after you.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO USE MY WORK TO TRAIN AI

MASTERLIST

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Culture Shock

—ꨄ︎ “Courting ritual? What are you talking about?”

Characters: Leona, Ruggie, Floyd, Azul

Notes: courting ritual misunderstanding brainrotttt drabbles LESGOO i live for the idea of the non-human students doing what they think is obvious flirting but you blatantly misunderstanding them lmao

Leona:

—Lions show courtship by following around their intended mate, biting, and pawing. Male lions will roar to make clear their intent. Lion courtship is fairly extended

He roared, pawing at your neck. You’ve noticed this pattern in behavior for a while now. He’s been following you around, asking if you’ll be talking to anyone else any time soon.

“Good,” he’d replied when you gave him a resounding ‘no’. “I’ll have you all to myself then.

What did he want? With no verbal answers from him you’d only been left with baseless speculation.

He bit your arm. He- he bit your arm.

And he seemed proud.

“Huh?”

Rather than apologize, or declare his intentions, or whatever, Leona stuck out his own arm, staring at your with darkened, narrowed eyes.

“I think it’s time we finally stopped playin’ around,” he said, leaning his face towards your own. “Seal the deal. Say what we’re both thinking.”

You blinked at him, owlish and trying quite desperately to figure out his intentions.

“…What are we both thinking, Leona-san?”

And suddenly, the coy sort of demeanor vanished, replaced by a mixture of surprise and irritation.

After a while, he spoke up.

“You seriously didn’t know this entire time?” He grumbled. What was he talking about.

“That’s why I’m asking,” you replied. “Please explain.”

But instead of explaining, he just huffed, pouting ever so slightly as he tossed your phone onto the bed.

“Tch. Figure it out yourself,” he said.

You just stood there, absolutely dumbfounded.

What the fuck.

Ruggie:

—Male hyenas are known to repeatedly step towards and step away from their intended mate. They then present their side to be smelled. They may also cross their legs.

“I can’t believe I of all people have to tell you to take a break!” He said, pouting. But he didn’t seem too bothered, content to lounge around in your room.

Ruggie stepped towards you, arm extended.

And then he stepped forward again.

And then, again, he stepped back.

And forward again.

“What are you doing?”

“Forward, Kantokusei-Kun,” he huffed, grabbing your arm.

And then he stepped back onto the bed, crossing his legs as he sat.

“Don’t leave me hangin’ now! Join me,” he said, voice slightly breathy.

…Was this his way of getting you to rest! How considerate! Ruggie really was nicer than he let on.

You sat, and then he-

Stuck out his arm.

“Well?” He said, looking at you expectantly. “Are you gonna do it, or—?”

…

“What are you talking about?”

”What.” All of a sudden, Ruggie was beet red, half angry, half embarrassed. “You never told me you weren’t interested- don’t-“

And then he stood up, plastering a smile on his face.

“Sorry, but I got a bunch of errands to run and- ohlookit’sLeona-sanbye!”

“Wait-“

He bolted out of your room, leaving you far more confused than before.

Floyd:

—Morays often open their mouths wide to signal intent to court. They also partake in a sort of mating dance, wrapping their bodies around one another.

Floyd yawned. Again. He must’ve been getting awfully bored now, huh?

“Sorry, Floyd,” you said. “I know you don’t like hearing me talk, but-“

He yawned again, mouth opened wide to reveal both his sets of jaws.

“What gave you that idea, Koebi-Chan?” He said, giggling. “I love hearin’ you talk! Your ideas are way more interesting than anything all those stupid guppies have to offer.”

But once again, he yawned. Actions spoke louder than words, you concluded.

Seeing you look at him with uncertainty, he grinned.

“I really am serious about this, y’know,” he said. “You’ll stay interestin’ for a long time.”

And suddenly-

“Dance with me, Koebi-Chan.”

He circled around you, grabbing your arms and gracefully moving around you as if he were trying to wrap himself around your body. When you failed to react, he paused, staring at you.

“Well?” He asked.

You just sighed. He must’ve been trying really hard to stop you from rambling.

“If you’re bored, you can just say so.”

Immediately, Floyd recoiled, like he’d been doused in a bucket of water. Or maybe oil. He’d probably like being covered in water since he was a moray, after all.

“What kinda go-good small fry do you take me for?” He huffed, looking downright offended. “This is laaame. I’m leaving.”

And without an explanation, he stormed out, leaving you staring blankly from within the confines of your room, absolutely dumbfounded.

Azul:

—Octopodes often cause appearance and body language to display intent to court, changing color, showing vibrant patterns, and standing tall with their suckers extended. Males will often latch on from behind.

“You have my attention now. You’d best not waste it,” Azul murmured lowly, showing you-

His arm. It was purple. Why was it purple.

“Is- Is something wrong?” You asked. Azul stood tall, leaning in towards you. You were worried for his health by now. His arms kept changing color, and you were wondering if he was being repeatedly beat up or something.

“You know exactly what’s wrong,” he said. “I intended to wait for you to approach, but you’ve been wearing my patience terribly thin.”

What. Was he talking about. Did he want you to offer to take him to the doctor, or—?

“You’ve done your research, I’m certain,” he said. His arm turned another shade, this time a bright blue.

Suddenly, his arm wrapped around your back.

“Tell me how you feel, Kantokusei-San.”

You just stared.

“Do you want me to take you to the doctor’s office, oooor—“

“No need.” For a brief second, Azul looked disappointed, before he covered it up with a smile. “I apologize for acting so foolishly. Goodness, I don’t know what’s gotten into me!”

“What were you-“

“I’ll be going now. Please, think nothing of my sudden behavior! I’ve just been feeling a little under the weather, you see. What I did says nothing about my feelings, I assure you.”

And with that, he was gone.

…

Okay, but seriously, what was up with his arm?

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Blot!reader pt. 8

Part 8 to this

This is a darker story. I suggest you refrain from reading it if you're in a fragile mental state or unable to handle darker themes.

The days blurred together, spinning like a carousel that had lost its rhythm—too fast, too bright, too sweet in all the wrong ways. It was beautiful, almost nostalgically so, but nauseating. As if time had decided to move forward with a cruel sort of cheer, indifferent to the heaviness you carried with each step.

After that night, no one asked questions.

Perhaps they didn't know how. Perhaps they feared the answers. Or maybe, deep down, they understood that no explanation offered could make any of it easier to bear. No truth would be gentle enough to soothe the ache or clean enough to satisfy curiosity.

The Blot, once a constant presence—whispering in corners of your mind, teasing you, luring and lamenting in equal measure—had gone quiet. It had curled into some hidden recess of your mind and fallen silent. No more murmurs. No more laughter. Not even sorrow.

Just stillness.

And in that silence, the days continued. Time didn't heal so much as it dulled. The pain didn't vanish, but its edges softened, becoming something you could carry without crumbling.

Word of your circumstances had reached others too. Rook, ever the optimist, had suggested involving more minds might help—perhaps a collective pursuit would bring clarity, or even a solution. But all it did was wrap you in an uncomfortable awareness. You weren't a mystery to solve. You were a burden to be managed.

A melancholy settled over campus like mist, creeping into everything and everyone. Even the most powerful students, the most composed individuals, wore subtle changes in their expressions. It was like ripples in still water—small, but undeniable. You noticed them. And worse, you knew you had caused them.

Ruggie caught your eye in passing once. His ears drooped, not out of fear this time, but something gentler. Understanding, maybe. He shifted his weight like he might walk toward you—might say something—but in the end, he turned away. He didn't blame you. He knew what happened was terrifying. But he also knew you were terrified too. Still, things weren't the same, and that subtle drift between you stung sharper than outright blame ever could.

Then there was Riddle.

He said nothing. But you caught him watching you in the reflection of your teacup—eyes focused not on your face, but on the quiet tension in your hands, the way you rubbed the edge of the porcelain like it might fray under your touch. Your tea had gone cold long ago, but you remained seated, fingers tracing delicate swirls as if hoping to anchor yourself in something familiar.

In a quiet, grand gesture of hope—or maybe desperation—Heartslabyul's signature rose guardian had been unearthed. The flowers replanted, replaced with blooms of your choosing. Riddle hadn't mentioned it aloud. He didn't need to. Somewhere beneath his rules and routines, he hoped you'd still be around when the first buds opened. As if time itself could become a clock, counting down not to an end—but to a beginning.

One late night, as you lay motionless in bed, half-present and barely breathing through the static of your own thoughts, a soft ping from your phone flickered through the silence. The shadows in your room flickered, signaling that the Blot had also been startled by the sound. Idia had sent you a message—long, rambling, awkward, and painfully sincere. He apologized for the last tense interaction, for the things he'd said and the things he hadn't. Attached were coordinates.

Curiosity, or maybe something gentler than that, stirred in your chest as you followed them in-game.

What waited for you was a massive, underground bunker built block by block with obsessive care—stocked with everything you liked and needed, every silly item you'd once casually mentioned, every rare collectible he knew you adored, and even every animal—tamable and untamable—neatly confined in entity-friendly spaces as well. It was a digital sanctuary, crafted with shaking hands and a quiet breaking heart. He didn't say he missed you. He didn't have to. The base was the confession.

Idia: I just want you to keep going. Even if it's not for me.

His last message read, surprisingly written with perfect grammar.

Meanwhile, outside your actual window, Malleus continued his nightly rituals. The gentle tap of wind or the faint glimmer of magic was all that marked his passing. The gifts he left behind were unique and otherworldly—small fae tokens: a branch from his favorite tree, a stone somehow carved into an intricate small gargoyle, a piece of glass shaped like a tear that never fell. Each one left in hope, in helplessness, in longing. He was trying to help. Trying to understand. But even the great faerie prince could not comprehend the wound inside you, only mourn that he couldn't soothe it.

Silver never said much. His silences were eloquent and graceful. He continued his quiet patrols past Ramshackle, watching from a respectful distance. He'd always been a guardian of dreams and peace—but he couldn't guard you from yourself. Or the Blot. So instead, he left small flowers woven into crowns and rings on your doorstep when he could, humble blooms from his walks. But they were always wilted by morning. As if even nature understood the fragility of his offering.

You never mentioned the state you often found them in, not wanting to see the boy wilt himself.

The Yuus were gentler now, but more intense in their presence. Always hovering, always nearby. They didn't speak of the truth—but it haunted the spaces between your conversations. The weight of your confession clung to them like a second skin. They smiled at you as if afraid the wrong word might shatter the air around you.

You hated the way they all looked at you—as if you were glass set on the edge of a high shelf. As if breathing too hard might tip you over.

But the truth?

Nothing had changed.

Not really.

Somewhere deep down, you had already made your choice—long before any of them noticed the fracture. It sat inside you like a quiet star: constant, cold, inevitable. You didn't know when the moment would come, only that you'd know it when it did.

And for all their efforts—sweet, sincere, achingly kind—you couldn't be saved in the way they hoped. But overtime it became painfully clear how difficult that goal truly was.

And it wasn't their fault.

It only made the guilt worse.

Like a debt you wished they'd stop trying to repay.

Because the person they were fighting to save—the one who had held them all together—was slipping quietly out of reach. And no one, not even you, knew if they could come back.

The news spread like fire on dry grass—swift, bright, and impossible to ignore.

A way home had been found.

Reactions rippled across campus in a tangled mess of emotions: elation, sorrow, disbelief, anxiety, longing. Some students whispered with hope in their voices; others stared blankly at the walls, caught in a strange limbo of what-ifs and memories. And through it all, one truth remained: you had changed them.

The way people looked at you—the way they felt about you—had shifted. No longer were you just a strange newcomer from another world. Somewhere along the line, you'd become theirs. A friend, a rival, a confidant, a source of chaos and comfort.

And now you were all leaving.

Headmage Crowley called a formal meeting, though even he lacked his usual flair. He stood a little straighter than usual, voice more solemn than usual. The mirror home was open, stable. The stars had aligned in a rare cosmic arrangement. The gate thrummed with raw energy—ready to bring you back where it all began.

Your world. Or... was it?

Because deep inside you, a whisper lingered. Faint. Familiar. The Blot's story. The idea that this—this—was your real world. That your soul had bloomed here once before. Perhaps that's why the ocean reached for you on calm days, why the wind danced with you when you in lonely moments, why the snow and sun kissed you with reverence instead of indifference.

The world here didn't just accept you. It welcomed you. Embraced you. And so did the people within it.

And as the final day drew nearer, fleeting moments played in your mind like petals caught in a breeze:

Deuce had leaned over during class, whispering urgently as if trying to catch time by the tail. His teal eyes shimmered with quiet urgency, like deep ponds stirred with emotion. "You should text me if you go," he said, lips tugged into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "All of us. Even if it's like... cross-dimensional." It wasn't meant to sway your choice, just a promise: you are loved here.

Leona dropped his thoughts at lunch like they didn't weigh as much as they clearly did. He sat across from you, lazily pushing a tray your way. "Ordered too much." he muttered—though you both knew he didn't. As you ate, his gaze lingered, not on your face, but on the simple fact that you were still here. Still present. Still real. "You're stronger than you think. Even without all that Blot junk." The lion gave a soft scoff, one ear flicking. "You'd fit in at the Sunset Savanna. People respect lions there. And you have the strength of a Lion." You knew what he meant: There was a place waiting for you.

And Kalim? He couldn't sit still. Ever since the news broke, he'd been rushing around like a whirlwind of joy and dread, putting together elaborate gift boxes for each of you. Trinkets, silks, spices, ornate keepsakes—things that would make jaws drop back in your world. He said it was so you'd never forget him. And oddly enough, Jamil never once protested. He simply helped. Quietly. Carefully. Like he, too, wanted to give you something that could never be repaid.

The hour before your departure arrived too quickly, yet dragged with unbearable weight.

Within the quiet hush of the Mirror Chamber, everything was illuminated by an eerie softness—like the world itself knew this was a moment it should handle delicately. The usual chatter had fallen to a hush. The air was heavy with unsaid things.

Trey approaches first, carrying bags loaded with care. You could tell he'd packed them himself. Neatly arranged inside were tarts—your favorites—alongside sweets he'd made over the years. Some were crumbling a little from being hastily prepared. Others were packed carefully in tins or paper to preserve their shape. Between them, he'd slipped in small, handwritten notes. Jokes. Memories. Reminders. Pieces of a life he can't follow.

"For the road," he said, voice rough and cracked, like he hadn't spoken all morning. Not quite the easygoing Trey you remembered. As Yuuken reached in to quietly take one of the signature sweets, there was a shared understanding—this was the last taste of Heartslabyul you would have. The last sweetness made for you.

The Mirror Chamber had filled with those closest to you, all huddled in a makeshift half-circle, as though any moment now they'd try to block the mirror with their bodies. A final attempt to keep you here.

Confessions clung to the walls like mold. Unspoken apologies floated like dust in the morning light. It felt like being at the edge of something vast—something you couldn't see beyond, but could feel.

Vil approached you next. Always composed, always immaculate, his heels clicked quietly against the floorboards as he came to fix your collar. His fingers moved with precision, but his touch lingered just a second longer than it needed to.

"You've always made an impression," he said, eyes narrowing though the edges of his expression faltered, "Now make an even better one when you go back. Hold your head high. Don't cry in front of that portal." His voice lowered, the gentleness slipping out against his will. "You deserve to leave with dignity. After everything, you deserve it."

You stood surrounded by uncharacteristic warmth, by familiarity, by those you'd once hated, distrusted, or even feared—only to later realize their cruelty wasn't personal. They'd simply been broken in their own ways, the reality around all of you unknowingly manipulated by something beyond comprehension. And still, you had come to matter to them.

The mirror at the center of the room pulsed gently, casting an otherworldly green glow that flickered across their faces—across your face. The kind of glow that seemed to hum with power, with promise.

Beyond that glass: a world you had once called home. You could almost hear it—distant sounds, the hush of a subway station, the hum of the bus, rain against a window, a fan left on all year. You could smell it, too—concrete warmed by the sun, your favorite food spot down the street, old paper and familiar detergent.

It called to you like a siren, and inside, something shifted.

The Blot was silent now. Dormant. Patient. Maybe it hoped to return with you. Maybe it simply waited to see what you'd choose.

Because that's what this moment truly was: a choice.

You, standing between two lives. Two worlds. Two versions of yourself. Whole, but scattered. Loved, but always longing.

The mirror ripples.

And somewhere behind you, someone whispered—maybe it was Azul, perhaps Jamil—"Are you really going to leave?"

With Lilia's assistance, Grim carefully raised the old ghost camera to capture you all in a final, treasured moment. For once, the lens faces the Ramshackle Prefects and not their subjects; A final keepsake for those you're leaving behind.

You swallow down a lump in your throat as you watch the Yuus all leave one-by-one, your feet now rooted to the ground.

Your decision, chosen long ago, came into play now.

Break the contract.

Remain with the Blot.

Reach for him.

Go home.

Thank you all so much for following me on this journey through my second posted story since I was a kid.

I hope I wrote this well and many doubts still linger about it. Some parts I'm proud of, others I'm a little hesitant to admire.

Reading your comments and asks always made my day better and writing this gave me something to do. I apologize if the endings seemed shitty. The fanfic writer curse really got me while I was trying to write the endings and they're written pretty far apart from everything.

I hope I can keep improving on on writing, maybe I'll post another long fic like this but I'll likely do requests for smaller things if anyone would like.

All these endings took me a whole month. This part began on April 17th and it's now May 17th. I hope the long wait has been worth this for you all.

Again, thank you.

I've been thinking about writing my own original story if anybody would be interested. Though everything is rough in drafts.

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I’ve been obsessed with child soldier!Yuu (kind of like Violet Evergarden) where they joined the army when they were young and battles and fighting and war is all they know - they were like this emotionless killing machine and nothing else - and have no idea how to be a normal kid so when they go to Twisted Wonderland they have no idea how to socialise (but since they are super obedient to authority, they make for the perfect slave for Crowley).

And Lilia figures out Yuu’s past and acts like a father to them and tries to heal their scars of being treated like a weapon and shows them how to actually live instead of survive.

I just love war veteran dad lilia and child soldier yuu who has no family and has never been given love before

Yuu wakes at 4:30 sharp.

They fold the blanket into a tight square, make their bed with military precision, and stand at attention in front of the mirror—expression flat, eyes dead, back straight.

Just like always.

Crowley had quickly learned they were the perfect servant. No backtalk. No disobedience. No complaints. The headmaster asked, and Yuu executed without hesitation—laundry, monster wrangling, even scrubbing magical blast residue from the walls after an alchemy mishap. He joked once that they were like a loyal little soldier.

Yuu didn’t laugh. They didn’t know how.

They were a soldier. Not a little. Not loyal. Just forged in battle. Sharpened into a blade.

And now? Here, in this world with smiling idiots and floating candles?

They had no mission. No commanding officer. No unit. Only orders.

They didn’t understand this place. Didn’t understand Grim, who was loud and warm. Didn’t understand Deuce, who fought for justice. Didn’t understand Ace, who smiled when angry.

They didn’t understand Lilia Vanrouge.

Lilia had been watching them.

That sharp, ancient gaze hidden behind giggles and fangs.

It was during PE that he figured it out. Yuu moved too perfectly. Not like a student dodging a spell—but like a soldier evading live bullets. Not flashy, not dramatic—efficient. Trained.

So after class, he pulled them aside.

“Where did you learn that?”

“Learn what, sir?” they asked, monotone.

“That… maneuver. The way you moved.”

Yuu tilted their head. “I was taught in the 103rd Recon Battalion, sir. Evasive maneuvering and counter-sniping are part of my standard protocol.”

Silence.

Lilia’s smile dropped. Just a little. And in that second, the playful fangs faded, and the ancient war general stirred.

“…How old were you?”

“Five. I was operational by six.” They blinked, like reciting from memory. “I was promoted at ten after surviving the siege of Oskirein. At eleven, I—”

“Enough.”

His voice was quiet. Final.

Yuu didn’t understand. He was an authority figure. Why stop them?

“…Sir?” they asked, more uncertain than usual.

Lilia looked at them—really looked at them. Not like Crowley did. Not like a useful tool. But like something breakable.

“You’re a child,” he said, voice trembling with an emotion they didn’t recognize. “You should never have held a weapon.”

From that day, everything changed.

Lilia started showing up. Not just for magic lessons or combat drills. He made them tea. Brought them sweet buns. Taught them lullabies. Once, he handed them a plush bat and said, “For your nightmares.”

Yuu held it awkwardly. “I don’t sleep enough to dream, sir.”

“Then I’ll keep it for you until you can.”

They didn’t know how to respond. No one ever saved anything for them before.

Weeks passed.

Grim noticed they flinched less. Ace smiled as Yuu now said “No” when ordered around. Deuce grinned when Yuu accepted a high five—awkwardly, stiffly—but accepted it.

And Lilia?

Lilia called them his little soldier—but never like Crowley did. He said it with pride, but never expectation. With love, but never demand.

He started tucking them in, brushing their hair, sitting beside them in silence when the screaming in their mind got too loud. Sometimes he sang an old lullaby in a language they didn’t know, until the tightness in their chest eased.

Once, Yuu whispered:

“…Do you think I’m still a weapon?”

Lilia looked at them with eyes full of eternity and heartbreak.

“No, little one,” he whispered. “You are a child. And now… you’re mine to protect.”

Bonus:

Crowley tried ordering Yuu to clean all the bathrooms one day. Yuu blinked. “I’m under General Vanrouge’s command now, sir. Please submit all orders through him.”

Crowley sputtered, “G-General?!”

Lilia smiled innocently from behind Yuu.

“Oh, did I forget to mention? I’ve adopted them.”

Yuu didn’t smile. But they stood just a little straighter.

And for once… not like a soldier.

But like a child with a father standing behind them.

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I LOVE YOUR WORKS Practically going to tumblr to see it, I wanna request a houswardens having s/o who has unreal beauty? And has soft melodic laugh, I am just liking the trend of unreal beauty AHHHH I wanted to do myself the fic but you will do it better[sry just love you fics they look like canon]

(thank yew ❣️❣️)

Riddle Rosehearts Riddle was raised on rules, not daydreams. But when he looks at you? Logic flies out the window. You don’t just look beautiful—you’re unreal, like a fairytale vision spun from silk and moonlight. The first time he hears your laugh—soft, chiming, and full of genuine warmth—he forgets his entire sentence mid-way.

“I-I… you’re… no, I mean—ahem! You shouldn’t laugh like that in public—it’s… distracting…” His ears are as red as his hair. He gets flustered trying to enforce rules around you, but deep down? He loves that he’s powerless to your smile.

Leona Kingscholar Leona’s seen plenty of beautiful people, but you? You're on a whole other level. He calls you “Herbivore”, but the way he looks at you—like you’re some mythical creature who wandered into his den—is pure reverence.

“Tch. With a face like that, you’ll give the sun a complex.” He pretends to nap through your laughter, but his tail always flicks toward you when you laugh—like it’s trying to chase the sound. You're the only one who can make him willingly move from his nap spot… just to hear you laugh again.

Azul Ashengrotto You’re his Achilles’ heel. Azul, ever-calculated, tries to maintain composure around you—but when you walk in, glowing like ocean pearls with that melodic laugh that ripples like waves? He short-circuits.

“W-Would you mind… not laughing like that during meetings? It’s hard to think straight when you sound like a lullaby.” He fantasizes about bottling your laugh like a potion—something precious only he can hold. No business deal could ever compare to the way you smile just for him.

Kalim Al-Asim Kalim adores you. He's stunned every time he sees you—like he forgets you're real. Your laugh? It’s his favorite song. He claps, spins, and cheers when he hears it.

“You're like a genie’s wish come true!! Even your laugh sparkles!!” He shows you off like a precious jewel—not out of pride, but pure awe. He throws lavish parties just so others can see what he sees: someone too beautiful for words, with a voice soft enough to tame storms.

Vil Schoenheit Vil is the standard of beauty. And yet—even he can’t help but pause when you walk into a room. He studies you with a critical eye at first… but soon finds himself breathless.

“You’re… quite literally dazzling. And that laugh? It’s like perfume for the ears. How am I supposed to stay composed?” You’re the only one who could make the Queen himself stumble over words. Vil admires your grace, your softness, and the way your beauty is effortless. He won't admit it out loud, but you make him feel insecure—in the best way.

Idia Shroud He thought ethereal beauty only existed in RPGs. But then you appeared—with that glowy, surreal aura and a laugh so gentle it makes his chest ache.

“You… you’re not like a ghost or a simulation, right? B-Because you look like you phased in from another dimension or something…” His hair flares hot pink whenever you laugh. He replays your voice in his head like a cherished OST. He’s convinced you're some kind of mythical NPC that accidentally wandered into his world—and he's not letting you glitch away.

Malleus Draconia To Malleus, who has wandered centuries alone, you are a vision he never thought he’d witness outside a dream. Your beauty transcends mortal standards. He doesn't just admire you—he worships you.

“Your laughter… it soothes the thorns in my heart. You must be a forest spirit, come to enchant me.” He finds himself smiling whenever you’re near, your presence brighter than even his beloved gargoyles. You’re his lullaby. His light. His reason to want the company of others—for once.

[rea-crx]

Treat (HAE AU)

Warnings: fluff, tears, fem bodied reader, gender neutral pronouns used for reader, pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, strange food combinations/cravings, yandere x reader,

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Malleus:

"(Y/n), my Treasure, why are you crying?"

"I want red meat and there isn't any!"

You were sitting on the stone floors of the Black-Scale Castle kitchens bawling your eyes out after scouring the entirety of the spacious pantry in search of any meat- dried or not. Just thinking about the intense and flavorful taste was appealing to your heavily pregnant stomach and the taunting reality of no red meat in the Castle only made you cry harder.

Malleus had no clue as to why you were sobbing so heavily for something he could literally go hunting to get for you, but your emotions had been much more drastic over the past few months. At least it wasn't so bad that you tried to wander away from the Castle in search of your craving. He knew well enough to tread carefully and be more supportive than judgmental after a rather explosive angry reaction from you when he last decided to question your cravings.

"I can get you some meat, my love. Just give me a moment to find where-"

"No! I want it right now! RIGHT NOW!"

Your sobbing only became louder as you held your swollen stomach and whimpered as if you were a kicked puppy. You could feel the smooth surfaces of the eggs inside of you through the stretched skin of your stomach and you could distinctly feel how much your entire being CRAVED the red meat you had been in search of. Just the taunting reminder that there wasn't any readily present sent you spiraling all over again.

"... Right now it is."

Before you could really respond to Malleus, you heard a sharp cracking sound and turned to look at him in teary-eyed surprise. The Dragon was missing but soon blinked back into existence, surrounded by the dancing green light of fireflies. Laying limply in his arms was what appeared to be the leg of one of the wild deer that roamed around Briar Valley.

"Why did you take it's leg? Now there is a deer roaming around and suffering without a leg!"

"There are no legless deer roaming Briar Valley. I simply... borrowed it... from the butcher's shop down on the main thoroughfare. I did leave some coin to pay for it, but that was the nearest place I could think of to get you some meat."

".... So-" you sniffled, "so there isn't a deer without a leg?"

"No. There is no wounded deer."

The Dragon didn't wait to begin quickly cooking the meat with his flames, part of the outside charring due to the high intensity of heat from his fire. The smell of that meat roasting and crackling made your mouth water and new tears begin to well up in your eyes the longer you had to wait. What was- realistically- only a minute or two felt like days to you as your stomach loudly grumbled in hunger.

"Here. Be careful, it is still hot."

Malleus took care to peel away the blackened pieces of the leg, revealing the meat beneath that was surprisingly tender and fairly well cooked despite the sudden influx of flames. Just the steam coming off of it had you reaching out for the tantalizing meal that your entire body craved. You didn't even wait for Malleus to take a piece off for you, you just bit straight into the exposed meal.

Flavors danced on your tongue as the meat seemed to melt in your mouth, leaving you practically moaning out from the satisfaction. No meal prior could possibly match the sheer satisfaction of tasting that meat as you happily- and near savagely- dug into your meal. Malleus could do little more than stand and stare in surprise as you practically devoured the leg in such a short amount of time.

The Dragon figured he should make a mental note of this intense craving of yours and ensure there was an assortment of fresh ingredients nearby to satisfy your... intense... cravings.

~+~

(*extra tw for blood consumption)

Lilia:

"(Y/n), be careful!"

Lilia fussed as he realized you had begun attempting to climb the nearby tree for the succulent fruit that hung just out of reach, your hands straining to hold you in place while you reached out desperately.

"Just... a little... more!"

The bark you had been clinging to gave way from the tree and sent you plummeting towards the ground only to land gently on top of your adoring Bat Fae lover. Lilia had barely managed to get himself beneath you before you fell and sighed in relief once you were back on the ground safely. He had thought a quick trip to the nearby forests of Briar Valley would be good for you, as you had been less than agreeable with being relegated to the Castle grounds.

The General was almost regretting bringing you out seeing as you seemed to have very little regard for the potential danger around you while you sought out the nearby fruit. It wasn't even ripe yet.

"Are you okay?"

He fussed over you gently while you continued to stare up into the tree, eyes locked on the fruit hanging out of reach. Your round stomach somewhat moved as the winged infant inside of you stirred in response to your hunger, the intense craving no doubt having come from the infant. You didn't respond to the older Bat Fae, only wanting the fruit that you had failed to grab.

"Lilia..."

Your whining tone was needy and had a hint of sorrow to it, like a pleading tone that the Fae found hard to ignore. Despite the rather intense hungers you had been experiencing, Lilia had been quite helpful in getting you whatever it was that you wanted. From fruits, to meats, and even the odd instance of wanting to gnaw on a bone, Lilia usually got whatever you wanted rather promptly.

"(Y/n), it's not ripe."

"Lilia..!"

"You won't like it, it will be sour."

"Lilia!"

"..."

The Bat sighed as he settled you safely on the ground, following your longing gaze up to the fruit that only seemed to taunt you. With a quick spread of his wings, the Bat Fae easily reached the fruit hanging above you, bringing it back down to you. You were happily wiggling in place as you held your hand out excitedly for the fruit. Once it was in your grasp, you sunk your teeth into the skin of the fruit excitedly.

It was NOT ripe.

With a cry of disgust, you hurled the fruit away from you as tears began rolling down your cheeks. You wanted ripe fruit, not whatever the hell this was.

Lilia held back his exasperation as the inevitable tears poured down your cheeks. He figured this would happen because it had happened several times before. You wanted something, he got it for you despite warning you it was likely not going to satisfy you, you threw it away from you when it wasn't satisfying. This was certainly not the first time your cravings made you behave this way, it would not be the last time either.

"Lilia..!"

You whined again as the Bat held you in his arms and let you cry it out. Odds are, none of the trees would have the ripe fruit you wanted as it was still early in the season.

While you cried, another craving slowly came over you. Conveniently, the most readily available source of that craving was sitting holding you in his arms. You weren't really in control of yourself as you gripped the Fae's arm, sinking your teeth into the meat of his arm as he winced in surprise and pain. You didn't care.

"... If you wanted my blood, you only had to ask."

Lilia chided gently, petting your hair while you nuzzled into his arm, the infant within you excitedly stirring in response to the satisfied craving. Naturally a Vampire Bat pup would want blood, so Lilia wasn't surprised by your actions. Where he was not the most nutritious source of blood for you or the infant, he wasn't going to risk your tears by making you wait until he found a more suitable source.

"Take your fill, then we will go back to the Castle, love."

~+~

Silver:

"Is this... normal?"

Silver looked towards Lilia in concern while you put down an entire feast of fruits and vegetables. The cracking and sharp sound of you crunching through raw carrots sounding all the louder while you hungrily ate it down. The Cervitaur had been the one to collect this veritable bounty of food for you, hoping it would be enough to tide over the worst of your cravings. What he didn't expect was for you to immediately begin chowing on the feast in front of you as if you were starved.

Where the Cervitaur had been happy to gather whatever it was you were craving at any given time, he had been run more than a little ragged. You were far enough along into the pregnancy with the Cervitaur's calf that walking was near impossible for you due to your stomach weighing so heavily on your frame. Though the calf was smaller than expected the last time you had a check up, that didn't mean it was any less taxing on you physically than a regular sized calf would be.

"Shh!"

Lilia was quick to shush his adoptive son, making sure you hadn't heard the silver haired Cervitaur's question. Where Silver certainly meant it as a genuine inquiry, odds are your hormonal mind would take it as an insult due to the amount you were consuming. When Lilia confirmed you had not heard Silver, he pulled the Cervitaur to the side where you couldn't hear him as easily.

"Never question how much (Y/n) is eating right now, not unless you are going to be the one to hold them while they cry."

"But... I just asked if it was normal?"

"I know, but their hormones are far too volatile to ask something like that, Silver. Yes, it is normal for someone who is pregnant to eat far more than they usually do. It is especially normal for someone who is pregnant with a much larger infant than their body would typically need to carry."

"... Should I... Should I go find more?"

"That would be a good idea, yes."

You noticed neither the typical Bat nor Cervitaur were standing nearby when you looked up from your feast. Their lack of presence made you frown and begin to search, wondering where the pair had snuck off to. You didn't need to look for long as you saw Silver was now trotting his way back to your side, a gentle and patient smile on his lips.

"Are you happy with what I brought you?"

"Yes! Could you go find some more? Especially of the fruit. Oh, and while you are at it, could you find some celery? I really just want something to crunch on."

"... Did you already have the stalks I brought you?"

Silver realized his mistake too late as tears began to form in your eyes and Lilia sighed, placing his palm over his face. The Cervitaur would have to learn eventually why it was a bad idea to question your cravings.

~+~

Sebek:

You frowned as you turned away from the plate of meat in front of you. Though you had almost desperately wanted the meat not even a few minutes prior, it now made your stomach churn as you pushed it away from you. The pout pulling at your lips was more than obvious as you crossed your arms and turned away from the meal, nose in the air.

Sebek just couldn't believe it.

He had been trying since that morning to appease your sudden cravings, but nothing he brought you seemed to satisfy your desires. No matter how complex or odd the meal, he ensured to give you exactly what you wanted when you mentioned wanting it yet you refused almost everything by the time he gave it to you. Where his own parents had warned him about the potentially difficult mood swings you could have while pregnant with his pups, he just couldn't seem to do right by your cravings.

"Nah."

"What's wrong with this one?"

"I just don't really want it anymore. It doesn't smell right."

Sebek frowned, picking up the plate to give it a sniff. Smelled like any meat you cooked usually would. Granted, Sebek was not as well versed in the kitchen as you were- seeing as most species didn't need to cook their food before eating it- but he had been improving. Or so he thought.

"It smells fine to me?"

"No, it doesn't."

"(Y/n), is it the smell that is bothering you or-?"

"Everything! Everything about it isn't appetizing! It's smells wrong, it looks wrong, it is wrong! I don't want it."

The Raiju sighed, running his fingers through his fringe scales as he moved the plate away from you, not sure what he was supposed to give you now. You didn't want the fruit he cut up for you, you didn't want the vegetables he steamed for you, and you certainly didn't want the slab of meat he had just cooked for you. It seems there was no satisfying you at the moment.

"Where are those apples?"

"... You said you didn't want them?"

"I want them now."

"... I gave them to Silver because you didn't want them."

"... you gave them away?"

The crestfallen expression you had made Sebek panic as he began to scramble to get you the exact same kind of apples and cut them the exact same way, hoping beyond hope that you would want them this time. He would do anything in his power to keep you from crying, even if it meant he would have to go find the fruit growing on a branch just to bring it to you. As he got the fruit plated and in front of you, he couldn't help but feel his stomach drop when your lip curled in displeasure with the offering.

"... Do you still have that steak?"

~~~~

Idia:

"With cheese, please!"

"Of course."

You were happily bouncing after the long strides of the much taller Shinigami, looking up excitedly at the elder of the group who was patiently cooking up your most recent craving. Idia was hovering close by and was careful to help maneuver you away from the path of the elder. Despite his efforts, you were keen to follow at the heels of the Shinigami as he cooked.

Idia couldn't really complain, his Ancestor had been the primary cook for your many different cravings and desires at all hours of the day or night. Where Idia had created most of the tools used, it was Papa Hades who still did the lion's share of the cooking. On the off times Idia had made food for you, he usually burned it or undercooked it so it never seemed to meet your standards for a meal. This all lead to Idia relying on the elder Shinigami for assistance when your cravings hit you.

It had already been two years of your hormonal changes and mood swings, so the Shinigami had since resigned himself to simply keeping you from getting under foot while his ancestor made your meals. Honestly, he had to find the time to thank the elder for the extreme help he provided. From ensuring you remained healthy during the pregnancy to making all of the food to satisfy your cravings, Idia likely had the easiest time taking care of whatever his ancestor didn't.

"Hellkitty, let's stay over here so Papa Hades can focus on making you food."

"But I want to see what he is making?"

"I know, but you know it will be delicious every time, let's let him work."

You stared at your beloved and anxious lover for a long moment, noticing the way he seemed to squirm under your gaze. Idia had been a fairly wonderful partner thus far and he did everything in his power to ensure you were comfortable and happy. Still, something in your hormone addled brain took the gentle suggestion as an insult.

"But... but I'm not doing anything wrong... right?"

Idia balked at the sudden distress in your tone and hurried to try and fix it, keenly aware of how the Elder Shinigami concealed an amused chuckle. Despite how stressed your easily wounded emotions made Idia, the elder found great humor in hearing Idia scramble to comfort you. Papa Hades had his fair share of comforting his own long-lost beloved during their pregnancy and he remembered how raw the emotions felt in the moment. Now it was Idia's turn to wrestle with your volatile state.

"No! Not at all! There is nothing wrong with what you are doing, nothing at all! I'm just saying you can rest and stay off of your feet while we wait. That's all."

You continued to stare for a long moment and Idia could feel himself squirming in his skin. Something about your blank expression had him worried that you would respond negatively to his hurried excuse. When you smiled he let out a long sigh of relief, happy to see that you didn't take his gentle direction as an insult.

"Okay~!"

~~~~

Vil:

"Come, my Beloved, I have returned with your meal!"

You were quick to answer the casual call from Vil, keen to see what snacks the Harpy had managed to gather for you while he was out. Though it wasn't particularly easy on you for Vil to spend his days away from your side due to a new film he was acting in, he always brought back the best food when he returned for the day.

Vil proudly set the back of treats on the table for you, letting you help yourself to the contents while he removed his jacket. Despite his own dislike for how long he spent away from your side, Vil kept himself content with it simply because Rook agreed to keep an eye on you. Still, there was an overwhelming joy in his heart when he was able to return to your side and simply bask in your presence.

It certainly helped his pride to be able to caress that swollen stomach of your and know his eggs were forming up nicely inside of you.

"I hope I did get all of the treats you wanted today. If there is anything else you are craving in particular, I will be happy to get it delivered for you."

Vil was silently thankful that the Fairest City had all sorts of artisans and cooks who specialized in the rare and nice art of culinary practices. It also made him thankful to know that your presence had caused a boom of artisans to move to the Shaftlands just for the chance of you stopping by to sample their work. Thankfully, due to Vil's renown and social status, that meant most treats and foods were offered to him for the simple fee of giving them to you.

The news of your pregnancy had also spread like wildfire through the city, so countless new bakery and cafe owners were keen to see if you would be willing to try any of their confectionaries. Such overwhelming talent meant that Vil could grab any treat you wanted to bring home when he returned at the end of the day.

It filled him with more than simple pride to see you happily digging into the treats that you desired. It was common for Harpies to feel compelled to feed their mates especially with eggs on the way. He had even set up a comfortable barrier around your shared bed for the moment those precious eggs were brought into the world.

"How was your day with Rook, Beloved?"

"Like any other day. I'm happy you're home, though!"

Where Vil would typically be the first to scold anyone for speaking while their mouth was full, he wasn't about to risk your ire simply for his need to nitpick at manners.

"Thanks for the treats, Vil!"

"Of course, Beloved! It fills my heart with joy to see you so content."

~+~

Neige:

"Look, (Y/n)! This one looks like a heart! That's how I feel about you."

Neige cooed happily as he held up the strawberry that looked like a heart shape, excited to show you something he found cute on your little outing. He was walking with you down the many stalls of fresh food and had stopped to pick out some fruit for you. Your cravings had hit hard while the two of you were out and exploring the bustling city Neige called home.

The plucky Harpy had been thrilled to show you the strawberry and was beaming in excitement while he showed you the plump fruit. Despite your misgivings about going out with Neige while so heavily pregnant, it had been a relatively peaceful day with very few willing to approach you or bother the two of you. Though you had been left relatively undisturbed, you knew that there were still plenty of people who would happily interrupt to talk to you or to the famous Harpy that the world seemed to adore.

As you regarded the strawberry sitting in the open palms of the Harpy, you were completely unaware of your protector that hid in the shadows, ensuring that neither you nor Neige were harmed. Rook sat perched atop a nearby building, bow in hand as he watched the many faces of the crowds glance towards you and Neige. Not a single thing or person would be allowed to interrupt your lovely day out with Neige.

"Aww, I love it!"

"Here, let's buy a few and snack on them somewhere shaded and quiet, okay? That way you can get off of your feet and relax for a bit."

"Sure!"

The Harpy happily gathered up an assortment of fruits, ensuring to get that little heart-shaped strawberry for you. When he went to pay, he was surprised to see the stall owner refused to take payment from him.

"No charge, dear. You and your beloved have a lovely little picknick, okay?"

"Wow, thanks!"

As the two of you walked to a shaded spot together, Neige was keen to feed you fruit, happy to see your smile light up your face with every nibble. For the most part, your cravings had been fairly tame and revolved around fruits and seeds. Naturally, Neige was always quick to get you whatever it was that you wanted and he was just as quick to feed the morsels to you.

It was soothing in ways the Harpy couldn't describe to see you smile and accept the food from him, knowing that he was the one keeping you happy with all he could provide. Perhaps it was his instincts that drove him to do everything he could to make you smile, perhaps it was because he just liked knowing that he had taken care of you. Regardless of what it truly was that drove the Mourning Dove to feed you, the two of you at least got along well.

"Next time, can we get more grapes?"

"Sure! I can even go get them for you right now!"

~+~

(*extra tw for hunting/cleaning wild game + blood, French)

Rook:

There was the heavy scent of copper in the air as you approached the large figure of your beloved and loyal Drider carving away with his tools. He had managed to bring home a fairly large Boar and was now cleaning the meat so it could be cooked later. Rook always ensured that you had as much food as you wished, especially while you were so round with his young.

"Is it ready yet?"

"Non, mon Cœur, not yet. It will be ready soon, though."

"Oh..."

Rook almost swooned when he saw your sweet face fall in disappointment, one of his long and fuzzy legs gently lifting your chin to look at him. He couldn't help but think you were absolutely precious regardless of what expression you made whenever you spoke to him, but even more so when you pouted. Your soft lips just waiting to be embraced and soothed by his own.

"Se détendre, Amour. I need to ensure the meat is clean for you to eat it. It won't be long, je vous promets."

"... Are you sure?"

"I am certain."

You continued to watch as Rook turned back to the kill, cleaning and skinning the meat with the practiced precision of a career hunter. Something about the way the meat itself seemed so fresh and raw pulled at your brain and begged you to take a bite of that still warm feast in front of you.

Rook almost laughed when he saw your hand reaching out as if to grab a piece of the meat you were so transfixed by. With one leg he gently stopped you, keeping you just out of reach even as you whined at him and tried to reach for the promised prize. He couldn't really blame you either, the young were likely hungry and driving you to seek out the freshest food you could find.

"It is not ready yet, (Y/N)."

"But... but can't i just have a little piece?"

"It is not good for you to eat meat raw, you know this."

"I know, I just... it smells so good!"

"That would likely be our little Driderlings talking. They have been so eager these past few days, it must be quite difficult for you to have to restrain yourself."

You continued to look up at him with begging eyes, trying to squeeze as close as your stomach would allow you to see if you could swipe a piece. Ever the patient partner, Rook gently kept you just out of reach from your goal. He was neither frustrated nor restraining you from what you wanted, just keeping you far enough that you couldn't take the raw meat. Despite how indulgent of a lover he was, he was not keen for you to make yourself sick by consuming food your stomach couldn't actually handle.

"Is it ready now?"

"It will be soon, my Dearest. Once it is ready we can both cook up a delicious meal."

~+~

Epel:

"... Can we have something different tonight?"

Epel held back a wince when your unhappy voice sounded out, seeing the plant Nymph once again preparing a quick meal of cloud apples for you. Of course he would choose apples, the of you were literally in an apple orchard.

"What did you have in mind, (Y/n)? I think there's a few things on hand that we could have. If not, we could go see what the other orchards are harvesting if ya want other fruit."

You frowned somewhat, knowing it would be best for you to try and appease whatever cravings you were having in the moment. Though Plant Nymphs produced seed cores for offspring, they were still developing in your body and you felt compelled to seek out sustenance. Much to your surprise, you were actually feeling a greater craving for meat than you had prior and it was confusing you to some extent.

"Actually, is there any meat?"

"Meat? What kind of meat?'

"I don't know... Ribs or something? I'm just feeling like a need a lot of carbs right now... Maybe I could make a soup or something? Something hearty and meaty..."

Epel wasn't particularly surprised by your craving. Despite most believing that plant nymphs wanted only water or plant matter, that vast majority of the Nymphs were omnivorous and would frequently seek out the higher calorie options such as meats and bones. Even Epel himself preferred meats over fruits, despite his love for apples.

"We can do that, sure! I'm sure Granny has somethin' and if she doesn't, we can always get some meat for ya somewhere!"

"Great! I can have those apples right now so I don't get more hungry while waiting for the meat to cook! Oh, and could we get some honey too?"

"I don't see why not. We could even have some fresh honeycomb if you really wanted."

This made you smile as Epel chuckled, happy to be able to provide for you and make you so excited for your next meal. You were quite pleased to go along with Epel while he led you back to the main Apple tree where his home was. Granny was probably cooking up one of your recipes at that very moment.

~~~~

(*Use of Hindi nickname: meri jaan (my life))

Kalim:

"Here, (Y/n), have a date!"

The Genie happily pushed the fruit towards you, grinning excitedly when you accepted it and popped it into your mouth. It always seemed like any time you had the inkling of a craving, Kalim had the food readily available for you. His unusually helpful behavior was somewhat suspicious to you, as he seemed to know what you were craving well before you actually realized you even had a craving.

"Hey, Kalim?"

"Yes, meri jaan?"

"How do you always know what I'm craving before I do?"

Kalim smiled as he floated over your back, winding his ethereal tail around your midsection as he rest his chin on your shoulders. He gently picked up your hands and placed them with your palm flat against your stomach, his own hands laying over them. From within you, you felt the growing Genie babe stir with life, feeling like there was a feather trailing along the inside of your stomach.

"Because, our little Malik sings to me with his magic."

"He sings to- wait, Malik?"

Kalim nodded excitedly, the red gems adorning him clinking together with his movement. His golden bangles and cuffs glittering and sending a lovely red sparkle of light across your stomach, as he hummed happily.

"Do you like it? I just feel like that should be his name, you know? If you don't like it, we can change-"

You kissed his cheek quieting him as his eyes went wide with surprise. He always seemed like a deer in headlights when you kissed him but soon a love filled smile bloomed across his face just as fast. He seemed to be glowing with a golden light much more than usual, sending a lovely display of glittering light all around the both of you. His intense aura always felt like a the cooling sensation of water on an unforgivingly hot day.

"I love it."

"I love you. The both of you."

As he held you soothingly in his arms another glow seemed to catch your attention. It started faint, but quickly grew to wrap around your stomach and soon overcame Kalim's aura. Instead of gold, a shimmering borealis of color and light flickered to life. The display was dazzling and sudden, flicking out of view just as quickly as it had arrived.

"I think he heard us. Didn't you, Malik~?"

Another sensation of movement inside of you made you realize the infant was actually responding to Kalim.

"When you say he sings to you... how does he do that?"

"With his Magic. Genie's use their magic like another sense and stomach since we have to feed off of residual magic. We can communicate with it too. It's neat, right? Malik is special though. He sings with his Magic. It's hard to explain, but it makes me so happy to hear it... He's going to have the best life, I can just tell!"

"I know he will."

There was a moment of peaceful silence between the two of you before Kalim seemed to perk up, chuckling to himself.

"Some of Jamil's curry coming right up!"

~+~

Jamil:

"Are you sure this much spice is safe for Humans, (Y/n)?"

"Absolutely! Now add some more!"

Jamil let out a bemused hum as you sat comfortably seated on the counter away from the hot stove he was using to cook. You were leaning back onto Jamil's long tail, a section of it curled up behind you to support you back. Beneath your legs another part of his tail rose to elevate your feet so you were reclining comfortably.

Despite your insistence, the Naga was hesitant to add more spice to your meal. He wasn't keen to harm the soft shelled eggs still forming inside of your body with something more suited to his palette. Still, he decided to add just a small amount more to please you, making it look as if he added a lot more than he did. This placated you and left you smiling happily to yourself as you relaxed in the scaled coils.

Where you had been positioned was warm from the rays of the setting sun, leaving you feeling comfortable and content. You had been far colder than usual recently, so you wanted to have something spicy to help warm you up. Something about the heat of the dish seemed to entice you more than any other. The warmth of the sun wasn't too bad either, letting you lay with your stomach exposed to the golden rays of light.

"How have you been feeling, (Y/n)? I trust you will tell me if anything felt off or uncomfortable."

"Of course I will. I've actually been feeling a little cold recently."

"Cold?"

"Yeah, like I need a heat-lamp or something, like a Lizard."

"... Or a Naga."

"Hm?"

"Nothing. Never mind me, we can get you warmer clothes and we can use those heated blankets of yours to keep you comfortable."

You nodded, cuddling into the coils embracing you as you nuzzled into the scales. Jamil smiles at this, getting this genuinely affectionate look as he continued cooking. The delicious smells and relaxing environment had you dozing off, one hand resting on your stomach as you went limp in the Naga's coils.

No one was going to bother you while you rested, Jamil would make sure of it.

~~~~

(*extra: nickname- Angelfish)

Azul:

"Careful, Angelfish, you don't have to rush."

You chuckled as you glanced back at Azul, feeling him grip your elbows and help you into a seated position on the chair despite the fact you could have easily done it yourself.

"Azul, I promise you, I'm fine."

"I know you are. I simply... well you know how I worry about you. I can't help it. There's so much to worry about."

His face darkened for a moment as you watched him, slowly lifting your hand to cup his cheek. It took only a second before he was leaning into your touch, practically cuddling into you as he shivered.

"Look at me, Handsome."

Azul flushed a pretty blue against his purple cheeks, cradling your hand with his own. His hair was starting to get long as it seemed to flow onto his shoulders and tickled your arm while he basked in the gentleness of your touch. His pale eyes glinted in the low light of the room as he stared at you, awaiting your neck move.

"I'm okay. I know you are just concerned and I appreciate it, Azul. You mean the world to me, you silly cephalopod. Now, if you'll excuse me, we," you gestured to your stomach, "are starving."

"Right!"

The Octopus quickly moved to push your chair in for you so you could eat at the table, relaxing with the large plate of fried chicken. Azul had been eager to show you he could do it and you were eager to let him cook for you. He had improved his cooking skills under your tutelage and had been so eager to cook you whatever you were craving at the time.

He smiled as you dug in and it was- admittedly- well cooked. The seasoning was decent and the skin was crisp. You were clearly pleased as you snacked on the offering as the persistent craving was once again sated. For all of the odd food you had craved during your time carrying Azul's eggs, fried chicken has been the most persistent and reoccurring.

"I hope they are to your liking."

"I don't know why it is always fried chicken. Honestly, it's like there is so much they could possibly want and fried chicken is the answer every time."

Azul chuckled at this moving to sit across from you with a happy smile on his lips. He could only hope they continued to enjoy the meal once they hatched as it was the one he was becoming increasingly confident in making. He certainly didn't mind partaking every now and again when he really desired it, but he knew better than to try to eat it in front of you while you caried his eggs. Though he was currently adept at navigating the emotional landmines of your hormones, he had made enough mistakes to learn how to avoid them.

"Perhaps I will be a master of it by then and we can all enjoy some together."

~+~

Jade:

"Oya, (Y/n), I thought you were already in bed?"

You glanced over your shoulder at Jade guiltily, barely hiding the sauteed mushrooms behind your back. Jade smiled knowingly at you, moving past you to grab out various ingredients, beginning to make what looked like a mushroom pasta dish using the mushrooms you had cooked up. It was certainly much more appealing to you than the simple mushrooms that you had made.

Despite how late at night it was, Jade didn't seem tired in the slightest. In fact, his scales glowed a beautiful light teal color in the limited lights of the kitchen that transfixed you while he moved around in the darkness with confidence. Occasionally, you saw when his golden eye would peek at you from the darkness, checking in on you as you leaned against the counter top and watched him cook for you.

Jade had been such a quick study when it came to the culinary arts, you were almost surprised at how quickly he picked up the craft. cooking any dish was almost instinctual to the Eel that thrived on your attention and on impressing you. Everything he did was solely for your benefit.

After all, you were carrying his eggs.

"Thank you for cooking for me, Jade. I didn't have the energy to make something big..."

"Of course, my Pearl. How could I ignore you at a time like this? You are using your body for my benefit and for our eggs, it would only be fitting I cook for you. Allow me to set you on the counter, Beloved. I'm sure your feet simply ache standing there."

He easily lifted you, careful of your stomach as he placed you on the countertop. When you relaxed onto the surface he smiled and returned to cooking.

"You can always find me or let me know when you are craving something, (Y/n). Your comfort is important to me."

~+~

Floyd:

"Shrimpy, look what I got for you~!"

Floyd grinned widely as he showed off that impressive array of razor sharp teeth towards you. Still wriggling in his hands was a Mahimahi fish. Something about the flopping creature registered to your mind as a joke on Floyd's part. Having been years yet the hate that he held for the despised Merfolk that once tormented you still burned strong in his chest. Every chance Floyd had to bring you a Mahimahi, he took.

Of course, this was all beyond the fact that you were in a secluded beach house relaxing and Floyd had just swam out to sea to get the fish itself. Even as you stared incredulously at the Eel Merman, your stomach growled impatiently. That sound was all Floyd needed as confirmation that you wanted the fish.

"Floyd, don't tell me that you went and got it just to make it for me."

"Of course I did! I was actually just gonna come back and give you a big squeeze when it swam out in front of me. Too bad for the little fishy that I caught it instead~!"

He happily sauntered off with the still flopping fish in his hand, like going to find Jade so he could bother his twin to cook the fish for you. Where Jade would happily tell Floyd to get lost, he would always set aside time to do something nice for you. It didn't really matter if you told Floyd to put the fish back, he would probably still find a way to make it into a meal for you.

Even as you relaxed and a slow gentle breeze swept across your skin soothingly, you knew the Eel was going to be lurking nearby at any point. That's just how Moray Eels worked. They were ambush predators, after all.

~~~~

*extra: nickname- Mousey

Leona:

"Goodness sake's, Mousey, should I tell the Lionesses to get the whole Savana for you too?"

You hummed, barely looking up from the feast in front of you. Despite Leona's complaint, he was quite fortunate the female guards of the Palace were so fond of you. Certainly, one would be struggling to find any Nemean Lion that genuinely disliked you or the wonderful presence you had while you were among them. If they knew you were the one who wanted the food, they would happily go and retrieve it for you.

"If you wouldn't mind. I do want to know what Zebra tastes like. Oh! And Crocodile too!"

"... You can't be serious?"

You were absolutely serious. If you were going to have an entire elite group of huntresses willing to get you your cravings, you were going to satisfy every craving. It never seemed to be a matter of wanting fruit or vegetables. Almost every craving you had been struck by had been for some kind of meat, from antelope to buffalo, you wanted whatever kind of meat you could possibly get your hands on.

"Dead serious."

"I never knew you were such a carnivore, Mousey."

"I'm literally eating for three right now, and two of them are Lions. I don't think it is all that strange that I want meat."

Leona laughed at this, settling down next to you while you feasted. He knew better than to try to take your meal, having already crossed that boundary and learned you were not one to be trifled with when it came to your cravings. It was better for everyone's sanity that you were allowed to snack and dine as you desired.

Even though Leona complained about the interest that the Lionesses took in you, he had to admit that their presence was a blessing. You were always looked after and protected. You were always fed. Most importantly, there were countless of Doulas and Midwives around you that it was almost a guarantee you would be in good hands no matter when the cubs decided to come out.

"Well, you keep eating up. I want those cubs to be able to beat up Cheka when they're born."

"Leona!"

~+~

Ruggie:

"You touch this cake I bite you."

Your voice was no louder than a whisper but it still sent chills down the Gnolls spine. The way your eyes glinted with light managed to strike genuine fear into Ruggie's heart. It wasn't as if he was unaccustomed to having someone growl at him over food, he just wasn't used to you growling at him over food.

Ever since your stomach rounded up to a nice and obvious bump, you had been territorial over any scrap of food you could get your hands on. So long as it wasn't rotten, you were craving it the moment you saw it. Something about the way you reacted to Ruggie over the meal that you had in front of you reminded him of himself back when he didn't eat very often. He had to fight for every scrap he could get.

His only hope was that it wouldn't be the same for his cub.

Of course, it wasn't like he was ever going to let either of you go hungry if he could help it, but he did have his worries. It was only natural for someone who did not have a lot of food growing up to always be concerned about food security. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't envious of the sweet you had.

"I know, I know. Claws off the cake. I'm not that bad, (Y/n)."

"Yes, you are."

Ruggie began cackling somewhat at this, his lips pulled back in a toothy chuckle at your direct accusation. It's wasn't untrue by any means and he did find it rather humorous you knew him so well. If you weren't his beloved and weren't heavily pregnant with his cub, he would absolutely attempt to take your sweet treat.

"I know, I know. I'm downright awful when it comes to food, but you knew that already. Sides, I've been eating good ever since I managed to meet you, right?"

You actually laughed at this, knowing there was a fair bit of truth to the statement. It was hard to argue with facts and since Ruggie seemed so happy about it, why not let him have this little victory?

Even while the two of you joked and laughed about the situation, Ruggie did hold true to his word to not take your cake from you, no matter how much his stomach rumbled.

~+~

Jack:

"-and there is more in the fridge. When I come back from my trip to the market, I'll make sure to bring some extra snacks so you don't have to wait for something to cook."

Jack continued to chatter on despite the amount of food that you already head available to you. Anything Jack could bring down himself he had brought back to you like a hunting dog trying to impress the hunter. Any time you praised him for another random morsel brought back to you, his tail would wag at incredible speeds and he would tap his paws excitedly on the ground.

Not once in his many trips away to catch or find something for you to eat had Jack stopped to realize that you had plenty of food available to you. Still, it was clearly important to the Werewolf to find you food that he could give to you, needing to show that he was an attentive mate to your needs. Even on the rare and few between times you would get cravings Jack was eager to run off and retrieve whatever he could get for you in that moment.

Your stomach did make it harder for you to move around, so Jack ensured to do whatever he could to make your life easier. He had even tried his hand at cooking but quickly had to give up on that when he almost singed his fur off in the attempt. Beyond that, the Werewolf had been an efficient provider for you in your time of need.

"Jack."

"- but I need to make sure to get some fruit for you too, can't have you just eating meat-"

"Jack."

"-and make sure to tell me when you are wanting something in particular, but I can always make another trip back-"

"Jack, sit!"

The Werewolf went silent as he suddenly sat where he had been standing, staring at you in surprise. You didn't often have to order the Werewolf to do anything, but he always ensured to do as you asked regardless of what he was doing moments prior.

"I think I have enough snacks for now, Jack. We barely have enough room to put all of this food already."

"Right," Jack huffed out a nervous cough, "right.... we already have enough. We don't need more."

"Right."

"Right... but if I could just grab some fresh fruit-"

~~~~

Riddle:

"... And you are certain this is what you wanted?"

"Why are you asking it like that?"

Riddle's heart sank as he saw you begin to tear up, your lip wobbling in distress as you stare at the Unicorn in front of you. He had been trying so hard to go just one day without upsetting you or making you cry and he had been failing rather spectacularly at that task. Something about your mix of hormones and sore body left you in rather sensitive state at almost all hours and Riddle was trying his best to not displease you.

His most recent attempt to keep your spirits up involved a rather large amount of honey and grain filled breads. Trey had been nice enough to bake several loaves and Riddle was considering getting you more due to the speed that you had consumed the bread that was provided to you. From putting fruits on it, to cuts of meat, all the way to your current fancy of honey.

Despite all he had done to ensure that your cravings were satisfied, you were still incredibly sensitive when it came to the topic of food or to Riddle's tone. Any time he questioned your motives or desires, it was usually met with a tearful response. Riddle would scramble to make it up to you just to get you to calm down and the cycle would repeat again.

"I just mean to ask if this is al you want on it. I know you like fruits on this bread too, so I thought it would pair well with the honey and the tea I made for you."

"Oh... I guess some fruits would be yummy on top, sure."

He breathed a sigh of relief as your tears seemed to dry up, quickly accepting his suggestion instead of dwelling on the sorrowful feeling that had been building up inside of you. You were just looking forward to finally having something to satisfy your ever growing sweet tooth. It seemed the growing life inside of you took after Riddle quite a bit with how many sweets you craved at any given time.

"Here, let me go get some for you. Are strawberries okay?"

"Sure!"

~+~

Trey:

"It's all gone!"

You were sobbing heavily into the side of the unsettled Kelpie who tried to keep the hot tray he was carrying from burning you. Even as you pressed your face into his side, he could understand your cried words as you whimpered and hiccupped into his white coat. Your gentle whimpers unsettled the soft spoken man as he adjusted the tray to hold in one hand, the other coming down to rest on your back.

"What's all gone?"

"The bread!"

"The bread I made for you this morning?"

"Yes..! It's gone!"

Trey furrowed his brows, wondering where it could have gone to. He had made you a whole loaf of bread loaded with grains- your most recent and intense craving other than meat- and it was a fairly decent sized loaf as well. It made no sense that the bread was just gone.

"What do you mean it's gone? Did someone take it?"

"No! I ate it... all of it... now it's gone!"

Trey had to stop himself from laughing in a good humored way, knowing that you were more susceptible to your emotions and to any perceived loss that befell you. Even something as simple as not having more bread to snack on upset your delicate heart. He absolutely could not let you know he was chuckling though, as it would only serve to upset you further.

"Here, I was going to save these for tomorrow, but I figure you can have some now. They may not be that exact kind of bread, but they are rather delicious tarts."

You looked up, seeing him lower the tray of sweets for you to take your pick of the sweet treats that he had just made. It was one of your favorite luxuries when it came to being with Trey. The fresh deserts always seemed to taste even better when used to soothe away your tears. Even your ever swelling stomach seemed to agree with the sentiment, your emotions settling quickly while you enjoyed the flavorful baking.

"Thanks, Trey."

"Anything for you, my Sweet."

~+~

Cater:

"Thanks for sharing, Cater."

You sat across from the Water Nymph, helping yourself to his plate as he just smiled at you patiently. Despite the fact that you had your own plate of food, you suddenly seemed to want his, so he figured he could just have your meal instead. It seemed to be an increasingly common trend whenever Cater had something savory to eat or even snack on.

It seemed that savory need for salt and a bit more substantial food was a rather common craving for you. It even went beyond comforting things like sweets where you had switched out the sugary confectionary items for salted foods and heartier flavors. Despite how Cater wanted to believe it was because of his own aversion to sweets, he also knew it was more than likely a result of the Cores growing within you.

With your savory cravings, you had been drinking an ever increasing amount of water at almost all hours of the day. You would even go to sleep with water by your bedside and make Cater go get more water for you whenever you stirred in the night. He was happy to do it for you, of course, you were letting his offspring grow inside of you and just supplying them with the water they needed to form properly.

"Of course! What's mine is yours. You know that."

"I know, I still appreciate it."

"And I appreciate you, (Y/n). Just let me know when you want more food or water. I'm happy to go get it for you."

"Well... now that you mention it..."

Cater chuckled at this, noticing your cup was empty as you drank down yet another glass of the clear liquid.

"Let me get that for you."

~+~

Ace and Deuce:

"Do you think we should stop her?"

"You can try. I'm not going to be the one who makes her cry."

"... I'm sure it's fine."

The Faun and Satyr pair stood watching you as you ripped apart another head of lettuce, breaking off leaves at a time and snacking on them while you paced around absently. Despite how the pair had believed that you would want to be off of your feet, they figured that questioning you wouldn't be worth the coin flip reaction between anger or sorrow. Even as you waddled around with your swollen stomach rather apparent, you seemed more than content to continue pacing with your lettuce.

The two had learned early on in your pregnancy to not question your cravings or the amount of food that you decided to eat. The last time Ace had tried to tease you about it was met with such a fierce response from you the Satyr decided it wasn't worth trying again. Deuce had- thankfully- tried to learn from Ace's mistakes, but still managed to upset you with his own well intended questions that only earned him shame and a tearful reaction.

Now the two simply decided they would just not question your motives or what you decided to do for fear of any negative response. Your cravings had been more about quantity than it had about what it was you were eating, but it made sense given the fact that you were heavily pregnant with at least four Kids. Young Satyrs and Fauns were voracious and near impossible to fully satiate when it came to food, so naturally it would be difficult for you to find anything that managed to fill you up.

"Ace?"

"Yes, (Y/n)?"

"Can you go get more carrots? We're out."

"Didn't I just get some-"

Deuce quickly quieted Ace, speaking over him while trying to cover his mouth to keep him from potentially upsetting you. At least he seemed to have his wits about him even as the Satyr glared angrily.

"Ace can absolutely go get you some more carrots! He can even get you some fruits too!"

"That sounds like a great idea, Deuce!"

Once Ace managed to get away from Deuce's grasp he glared at the other Goat with sheer annoyance. He didn't like being told what to do, especially by Deuce and he had half a mind to headbutt the other hoofed male.

"What the hell was that about?"

"Are you trying to make her upset?"

"Of course not!"

"Then just do what she wants you to!"

"Why don't you do it first?"

"Make me!"

You slowly looked over to see the pair of Goats were using their horns to try and push the other into submitting to them, hearing the pair angrily baaing at one another. It seemed like you were going to be treated to a meal and a show.

[rea-crx]

Childhood friends w/ an easily scared reader who works at STYX

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Idia & Ortho Shroud ]

[ Twisted Wonderland ]

⚠️ Heavy spoilers about Idia and Ortho's backstory

× This is inspired in Huohuo (from Honkai star rail)

× Implaied that reader is a beastman

I love Huohuo soooo muuuch!! She is my baby now, if something happens to her i will kill everyone in the xianzhou luofu and then myself, alright???

Anyways, i love this two idiots to death too so let me just spread my love 💥💥💥💥

You ended up in STYX because of an accident, you found a strange creature that looked completely inofensive, while trying to find out what was that the creature quickly took over you trying to possess you, in reality this was a highly dangerous creature made by pure negative energy and now was trying to take over your body to have a body to room around, so when STYX found out you were taken to the quartes to be treated and try to avoid any kind of dangerous outcome, after all the creature's power and energy could it be too much for your body to handle

After being treated the creature was being able to be sealed but since it managed to get attached to you for how the slow reaction of STYX was, ending on this creature being now attached to your tail (winning the nickname of Mr Tail by you in the process), since it was made of pure negative energy you had to stay under observaron to make sure it won't end up causing any alteration in your blot

You were treated as a subject of research so Idia was informed about it until after a while, once they knew you were estable enough (and he was told about it because he would take care of STYX one day), but no matter how surprising it was he was quite hesitant to get closer to you, you were around his age or maybe his little brother's age, but he just didn't knew how to approach you, so at the end it was until he told Ortho about you that both decided to try to get close to you

They found a way to get close to you and befriend you without being stopped by the researchers of STYX and despite the initial hesitantion you three quickly became good friends! Ortho was so excited to finally have a friend and was always talking about how amazing his brother is and how much he wanted for you to join while they were playing videogames, Idia was quite hesitant but he just couldn't say not to him so he tried his best

Idia and Ortho soon tried found excuses to let you get out of your room to spend more time with them, after all you were incredibly easy to scare and this place was the scariest place int he world, they really wanted to help you feel more comfortable and after the sneaky visits you grew comfortable enough to talk more with them, they have even got to met Mr Tail, and since he talked to them both brothers could assure that it wasn't a threat anymore, still you had to stay most of the time under observation and the tests so you couldn't spend as much time as you wanted with them

At the end, having you around was another reason to want to go in adventures, you clearly didn't liked at all STYX quarters, it was way too scary (specially knowing that there were phantoms in the island), maybe they could be heroes for you too and take you somewhere you could be more comfortable! So they put their plan in action, after hacking the system Idia was busy trying to find a way to get you and then get out of the island without being discovered when the alarms started and the accident happened

After that day the director of STYX knew they should strengthen the security and since Idia was too busy trying to built the android that could replace Ortho he ended up trying to come up with any other functional plan, deciding that maybe you could be of help along with creating the new security system, of course you weren't the first option after all you were here just because you suffered from an unfortunate accident but the thing attached to you had a great power and if you manage to get control over it you would be accepted as employee in STYX, being one of the only few mages that worked here, you didn't wanted to, it was too scary (as much as Mr Tail called you a coward that didn't make it less scary) but you accepted at the end, for Idia and Ortho, to prevent something like that to happen ever again

Even when you quickly regretted you decision since now you were working in one of the scariest places in the world as part of the security you still tried your best, and while Idia was insolated in his room you tried to become more brave and stronge, you wanted to be able to help him like he have helped you when you were to scared of this place

When he finally came out of his room you were the only one to support him over Ortho, maybe you didn't understood why he would do that but he was still your friend, so you stuck at his side, it took some time for you to go back to be the good friends you were before the accident but it happened, you two understood each others too well, prefering to stay in the safety of your rooms and understanding better than anyone else what was to lost Ortho back then, so you two quickly become family

And not only in that but now you two were stuck working in STYX, something that non of you really wanted but couldn't avoid it, even if he felt bad for not being able to be normal at least he wasn't alone in this, and even when he felt incredibly bad for being happy of having you in the same position as him Idia just couldn't help himself, so to make it up for it he took it in himself to help you feel more comfortable and happy here

Idia grow incredibly comfortable at your side over the years, being able to be his normal self at your side while also being always there for you when you needed him, as well as Ortho, after all the android was slowly improving over time and he recognized you as your childhood friend and family too! Idia even asked Ortho to look after you whenever you needed it, when he was busy with his work or whenever you were exhausted from yours (specially when you had to go in misions out of STYX quarters)

Even if you two have spend your entire lifes together he still find himself surprised by Mr Tail, as time passed this creature have grow more comfortable to present himself more often, but whenever he did normally was just to say not so kind things about you two and how coward you two were, he didn't liked him much but it wasn't like he could get away from him, after all he was attached to you (and you assure him that, despite his words he didn't meant to be mean, wich wasn't a lie but Mr Tail will never admit it)

Once he got accepted in Night Raven Collage he was a bit nervous, even if Ortho was accepted to be with him even during classes this would be the first time you two separate for so long (after all, if you had to go missions those never lasted too long), it would be better and even a bit comforting if you were accepted in the school too (wich is more likely to happen), still there is the posibility that you enter school with a year or two of diference, and if that happens he will be considerably sad but will make sure to be ready to help you get used in school when is your time to come, making sure Ortho help you get used to the campus

As his childhood friend he will hold you incredibly close to his heart, he would feel shy to say it but still he will find a moment to tell you how for him you are his family, and he wants to assure that you are happy and safe, as long as you two are stuck in this together he will make sure you can always count on him, he will make sure to don't make a mistaken as big or tragic as the last time, he won't lose you too

[rea-crx]

Hi! Can I make a request for a Crowley self-proclaimed father for the reader (aka Yuu)? (The reader got to the NRC before all the events at the age of 11 (roughly) and Crowley just decided to take him in.) Yes, he's a silly bird, but I think he'd be a caring silly bird. Can we get the characters' reactions to this discovery? Or some sort of domestic moment with him? (Like she gets into NRC and he just gets hyper-aware because "his little chick is so delicate and fragile, now goes to a college full of rude guys" and "kids grow up so fast 😭😭"

CROWLEY AND READER

Where you came to NRC as a child, and he raised you, becoming your father.

Short scenarios about how Crowley would act having become your self-proclaimed father <3

I. THE LITTLE CHICK.

The first time Crowley found you—an eleven-year-old child standing in the middle of the Mirror Chamber, wide-eyed and trembling—he had not, in fact, planned to take you in.

In his words:

“A mere... administrative mishap! A blip in magical mirror logistics! Nothing beyond the most slightly unfortunate cosmic coincidence!”

But something about the way you had clung to the hem of his cloak—small, shaking fingers smudged with ash—had lodged somewhere in the soft sentimental cavern of his otherwise overinflated heart.

So, he’d taken you in.

Temporarily.

Except, heh, it wasn’t temporary.

He didn’t notice the shift until much later.

Not until he spent an entire day building you a makeshift bunk-bed, or the time he stitched feathers into your blanket “so you’ll feel safe while I’m away.”

Not until you fell asleep on his couch and he instinctively put a blanket over your shoulders and whispered, “My poor little chick…”

And now, years later, you're sixteen.

Standing in the main hall.

In the ceremonial robes.

“I GOT IN!”

“YES, I CAN SEE THAT, BUT—BUT—!!”

Crowley is absolutely losing it.

II. DAY ONE.

“Don’t slouch! Shoulders back! You’ll look more confident—NO, NOT TOO CONFIDENT—”

You groan.

“Crowley…”

“AHEM. Father, if you please. And I’m simply making sure you’re not eaten alive by the ravenous beasts roaming these halls!”

Crowley adjusts the edge of your collar for the third time.

“You’re so delicate! So small! So baby chick!”

“I’m an adult now ” you mutter.

“Trein is an adult too, and you're still a baby. That doesn’t count!”

You're on the way to orientation. And Crowley— bouncing with every frantic step—has not stopped adjusting, fussing, or sniffling since you left.

“You’ll write every day, yes?”

“You live here. It’s a five-minute walk, Crowley.”

“And you’ll eat three meals? And no fighting with those delinquent first-years—”

“You’re the one who let them in!”

Several students are already whispering.

"Isn't that the headmage?" "Wait, did he just call them 'my child'??" "That's gotta be a metaphor, right?"

But you don’t answer.

You just tug Crowley's gloved hand.

“It’s okay, Dad, I’m ready.”

He freezes.

Then his mask shudders—and he breaks into a wail.

“THEY CALLED ME DAD 😭😭”

III. WORDS SPREAD FAST (Too Fast)

By the time lunch rolls around, everyone knows.

You walk into the cafeteria with a tray and is immediately greeted with:

Ace: “Sooo, how’s your dad? Did he make you a lunch box? Bet it has feathers on it.” Deuce: “Wait, for real? Crowley’s your actual father?! Like—is this legal??” Cater: “This is WILD. Okay, but like—do you call him ‘Dad' in private?” Trey: “Well, that explains a lot. You do carry yourself with a certain flair.” Riddle: “Does this mean you have diplomatic immunity?!”

You groan.

“It’s not like that! He just… he raised me, okay?”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then Deuce my sweet boy, blinks.

“So… he really took care of you? Like, bedtime stories and snacks and all that?”

“…Yeah. He even makes pancakes on test days.”

They fidget.

“With little powdered sugar stars. Says they bring luck.”

The table falls into stunned silence. Then Ace practically chokes.

“NO WAY. CROWLEY? THAT DRAMA BIRD??”

IV. PARENTAL SUPERVISION NEEDED.

Crowley starts popping up everywhere.

Every class. Every break. Every time you get into mild trouble.

Professor Crewel: “And then we mix the potion—” Crowley: (from the back row) “Careful, my child's hair is highly flammable!!”

Professor Trein: “Any volunteers to recite today’s lesson—” Crowley: (lifting your hand) “They’re very literate. Reads three books a week. Has been reading since the age of four—”

Vargas: “Alright, time for endurance drills—” Crowley: “NOooOOoOOOOO!!! My precious hatchling has brittle ankles!!”

You, from across the track: “I DO NOT!!”

V. A QUIET NIGHT. (And the Feather Blanket)

After a long day of trying to survive combat practice and Ace’s teasing, you stumble back into Crowley’s office.

He’s in his lounge chair, reading a dusty tome.

“…Rough day, little chick?” he says.

You don’t answer.

Just walk over and curl up beside him on the couch—like you did when you were eleven and the world was strange and terrifying.

Crowley doesn’t ask. He just puts down the book.

Pulls the blanket over your shoulders.

The same one he made years ago.

Black with bits of blue feathers.

He lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

“…You’re doing well, you know,” he murmurs. “Far better than anyone gives you credit for.”

You sniffle.

“Even when I lose alchemy lab points and forget my ingredients in alchemy class?”

“Especially then,” he says proudly. “True greatness lies in flammable resilience.”

He card fingers through your hair, gentle and quiet.

“…Thanks, Dad.”

“…Of course, my dear.”

“You’re my greatest mistake, you know.”

VI. BONUS. Crowley telling them you were raised by him.

Lilia: “Fufu~ So you are raising one of your own! I had my suspicions, you know. They even have your flair for dramatics!”

Sebek: “UNACCEPTABLE. HOW DARE YOU—wait. You made them pancakes? ...Can I have some?”

Leona: “Explains why they’re just as noisy as you. Ugh.”

Azul: “Did you sign a parental contract? Because if not, I have documents—”

Rook: “What a delightful turn! A father’s devotion—it sings!”

Vil: “Honestly, they’re much more well-adjusted than I’d expect from being raised by you. I’m impressed.”

Jade: “How heartwarming. Truly, Headmage, you are full of surprises.”

Floyd: “Whaaat~ That’s sooo funny. Can I call you Papa Crow?”

VII. FINAL.

On graduation day, you stand in full uniform.

Cloak. Gloves. Tie straightened.

Crowley dabs his eyes with his sleeve, full dramatic weeping on display.

“You were just a tiny child yesterday—tiny!!! And now look at you! A graduate! Oh, if only I’d kept that first crayon drawing of me you made—”

You hug him, tightly.

“Thanks for being my dad.”

You glance over at a graduating senior who was waiting for you at the ceremony with a bouquet of roses. You smile at him.

“WHAT??? DID THAT HORMONE-MOTH MAN JUST LOOK AT YOU? AND THOSE FLOWERS? My dearest, most wonderful, once-lost-now-found hatchling— If I see him approaching you with dark intentions OR HE THINKS TO GRAB YOU BY THE WAIST OR SOMETHING AT GRADUATION, I-.”

You laugh.

“Its okay, Dad. I'm with you. I'm safe.”