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Interesting Brain

Jade internally giggling and kicking his feet over a strange remark of yours.

Minimal proofreading for something I wrote half asleep in, like, an hour.

Contents & Warnings: no warnings, just Jade being weird but in a cute way

»Jade Leech x gn!reader

Jade had just finished explaining a process in potionology with his own unique flair, as he always does. You'd listened with rapt attention, much more than most anyone gives him. He may be a watchful eye himself, but as the one under scrutiny, he can't help but feel a little uncomfortable. Not shy or flustered per se, but it does elicit a certain prickly sensation along his skin and down his neck and spine.

You hardly blinked, something he's familiar with himself. It's not quite like looking into a mirror, but it's disconcerting nonetheless. And intriguing.

When you finally speak, Jade almost jumps a bit, something awfully uncharacteristic of him.

"You have an interesting brain." He cocks his head to the side. "Mind if I scramble it a bit? For science?"

He can't tell if you're joking; he's not sure if you even know yourself. The statement should be threatening, it really should be, but he instead feels his ears grow warm. What a strange thing to say! If anyone has an interesting brain, it's you, he decides. He doesn't remember you being so eerily analytical, but he can't say he hates it. No, rather the opposite.

It's magnetic.

So sweet yet so strange, a head full of so many interesting thoughts yet also a head full of nothing — by your own admission. Quick witted and clever yet adorably slow on the uptake at other times. Kind and shy yet snippy and blunt. So colorful!

But it's been several moments too long. He needs to speak.

Smooth as ever, Jade jests, "Oya? I hadn't taken you for the experimental type."

"I'm whatever I wanna be," you dismiss, turning around to look at something other than him for whatever reason. Perhaps something tickled your fancy. He offhandedly wishes it was him but swiftly snuffs out the thought.

"I suppose that's the way of it, isn't it?" He remarks, hands settling behind his back in a prim pose. "Ah, look at the time. My shift at the Lounge is soon."

"Fair enough." You stuff your hands into your pockets and rock back on your heels. "Maybe you can tell me more about that one fern sometime?"

Jade had just turned away, ready to make his exit, but he hesitates. "Really now?"

"I wanna know how to grow it. It's for that energy tonic, right? Way healthier alternative to that drink Idia introduced me to that won't kill me before I hit thirty."

Jade allows himself a laugh, hiding it behind a poised hand. "Of course, Prefect. I'd be delighted to tell you more. Although, if you're struggling with staying awake and relaxing, perhaps you'd like me to brew you some—"

"Nah, I'm good," you cut in. Jade almost snorts. But no, that's unrefined, undignified, counter to his image. "I'd like to know what's goin' in my drink, thanks."

"Hm. Fair. Your loss, then~"

"Oh, shush. Get to the Lounge 'fore Azul has my ass for your tardiness."

No one would know how Jade thought about you all shift.

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Jade flops onto his bed in a way only Floyd would expect out of him. He squeezes a pillow to his chest and hides his face in it. It's so highschool girl of him, but he can't help it! His heart has never fluttered like this before! You'd stopped by the Lounge with Ace, Deuce, and Grim, but Floyd had snaked their table from Jade with the smuggest grin known to merkind.

The way you'd laughed at one of Ace's jokes was so wild and unrestrained, one of those laughs someone might call ugly. But it was real and raw. And adorable. And your frustrated expression aimed at Grim when the dire beast had attempted to clamber across the table at Ace and Deuce's plates. He'd needed to be lifted by his ribbon and pulled onto your lap.

Responsible yet prone to fumbling. Precious.

Floyd grimaces, cringes, when Jade lets out a tiny mer chirp. He's flustering himself!

It'd only taken one offhand remark to open the floodgates.

"Ay, if you're gonna fangirl, you can take it outside," Floyd drawls. "I'm tryina nap 'ere."

You're so squishable and biteable. Jade finally gets it! Floyd was right. Now that he's let it click in his mind, Jade isn't so sure he can suppress his emotions around you anymore.

"I think the Prefect is my type," he mumbles into his pillow.

"Cool," Floyd deadpans, words clipped, "glad ya finally figured it out. Now shut up."

Jade abruptly sits up.

"Floyd." His brother glances at him. "You knew?"

Floyd rly said "figure it out your damn self"

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☆彡 in which professor crewel judges your relationship with the NRC boys

nrc boys x reader (minus ortho)

word counter: 4.8K (200+ per character)

tags: reader is prefect, crewel is your father figure, established relationship, possible ooc

a/n: oh this was by far my most requested work. people wanted father crewel!! i held off on writing this for a while because i felt like i had such a weak grasp on his character. i did my research for this but sorry if my interpretation is off. nonetheless, I hope you enjoy :>

ace trappola

Very against this. It's just one bad influence after another with you, isn't it? First Grim, now this guy. You attract the absolute worst pups, don’t you? You’re lucky you’re his favorite. That’s not stopping Crewel from being crazy strict with both of you though. Expect to get seated across the classroom from your boyfriend. There are plenty of well-behaved puppies in the litter, why are you settling for one who barely knows how to sit? Ace and Crewel are NOT getting along. It’ll take Ace trying to improve himself (i.e. not getting in as much trouble) for Crewel to start being more accepting of him as your boyfriend. If he sees Ace attempting to be a better student, he's more than happy to start extending some grace. He isn’t that cruel… And then Crewel finds out that Ace cheated on a few tests and he’ll get detention for weeks. In detention Crewel is going to make him write a 12 page essay about his bad behavior; standing over his shoulder the whole time as Ace writes this. He'll crack his whip against the boy’s desk if he slows down while writing… Yeah. So much for not being cruel. These two are going to be bickering CONSTANTLY. With time, they’ll mellow out and their arguments will get more playful. (i’m imagining it like Meemaw and George from Young Sheldon) But don't expect him to stop punishing him. It's what bad pups get after all.

deuce spade

Believes you two are adorable together! You two puppies can bounce off and learn from each other. He’ll push Deuce to follow your example, especially if your grades are better than his. He is an educator above all else and takes his position very seriously. Though, as your self-proclaimed father figure, he will be watching Deuce closely. Yes, the pup is good intentioned. But he also has a tendency to get in trouble and still has a long road ahead of him. Crewel will be getting more strict with Deuce, but it isn't as strict as he is with Ace. He's more willing to let some of Deuce's mistakes slide because he sees that he genuinely wants to be better. But those mistakes are in terms of academics. If he makes mistakes in your relationship? Oh that pup is getting whooped. No questions asked. Crewel will not tolerate him hurting you and he has made that very, very clear to Deuce who accidentally got a closer look at the professor's whip. It's not that he thinks that Deuce will hurt you. He's just making sure. He sees it akin to putting a leash on a puppy as they play to make sure they don't get rowdy with the other dogs. Deuce is simply being kept in check by him. Perhaps under Crewel's watchful eye, he will shape up to be the perfect pup for you! He believes Deuce has the potential. It's just a matter of unlocking it.

cater diamond

He's fond of the boy. Makes sure Cater doesn't get away with using his phone in class. He'd hate for any bad influences to start coming your way, so he'll ensure that Cater is following the rules to the tee. He isn't afraid to take away or even break Cater's phone if the time calls for it. Crewel's actually been wanting to get to know Cater more since he's heard about his Magicam. The professor is acutely aware of the latest trends and what not but firmly believes that vintage looks just hit different. So, with Cater now being your boyfriend, he'll be more likely to come up to Cater and recommend him fashion brands that most young people probably wouldn't know about. He's going to start buying you two matching couple outfits, enjoying seeing both of you represent older luxury brands. In exchange, Cater will usually talk to Crewel about celebrity gossip or whatever's trending. This will all be heavily scrutinized by Crewel, but the professor just can't stop listening to what new gossip Cater has. He's open to hearing about student gossip too. Crewel is always open to learning more about his adorable pups and makes sure they aren't misbehaving. Cater becomes his news outlet of sorts. Honestly, Crewel is probably talking to your boyfriend more than you. You're still his favorite of course, he's as loyal as a German Shepherd. Cater is his just new gossip buddy.

trey clover

A fine choice, albeit boring in his opinion. Crewel enjoys a little flare, obviously. His curiosity will grow as to how your relationship happened and why you'd want to be with Trey. His attention will be on Trey more often. And being the astute teacher he is, he'll start to notice more and more... interesting comments that Trey lets slip. Crewel will definitely find out about that side of Trey which... he doesn't know how to feel about it. On one hand; flare! Yay! Now he understands his favorite little pup's relationship better. On the other... Trey is a rather bizarre man is he not? He thinks to himself; how did he ever think that Trey was a normal student? NRC has none of those, much to the teacher's dismay. He appreciates Trey's efforts to win him over though; leaving him little treats. It's like watching a dog bring back a bone, waiting for validation. He'll give it to the boy with due time. Though, Crewel would rather see him treat you nicely as opposed to Trey giving him gifts. He's obviously a well-trained pup, especially given his position as the vice-housewarden of Heartsbyul. Though, Crewel is hesitant to say any boy is worth your attention, he doesn't mind Trey and his tendency of spoiling you. It's what you deserve. Crewel really doesn't have any reservations about your relationship. He just has his suspicions on Trey as a person. Especially if you tell him about the teeth thing. Please don't tell him about the teeth thing.

riddle rosehearts

He appreciates you going for an obedient pup. Crewel hopes Riddle will push you to be more responsible, officially assigning him as your partner in all the classes you have together. The professor also asks him to be your tutor after seeing how well you work together. Academically speaking, Crewel believes Riddle is a good pup. However, he wants to make sure you're being treated like royalty in your relationship and isn't afraid to make vague threats to scare the boy a little. He'll say things around Riddle like, "Hm. It's been quite a while since you and the Prefect have gone on a date, hasn't it?" While not so subtly cracking his whip. Fear is one of the best motivators and best believe Riddle instantly took you on a date after that incident. They have mutual respect for one another as they're both sticklers for the rules. Riddle is just a bit... intimidated at times by his professor. But it's all smooth sailing. Crewel just reminds Riddle of the consequences of treating you poorly. A lot. The housewarden is unnerved but uses it as an opportunity to better himself, earning some brownie points in Crewels book. He's always had a soft spot for obedient puppies.

jack howl

Crewel's intensity really gets to him sometimes. He knows it's bad but whenever Crewel's around Jack starts to overthink. "Why is he looking at me like that... What if I did something wrong? What punishment will I have to face?" In reality, Crewel likes Jack. He thinks you picked the cutest little pup ever. Partly because Jack is a wolf beastman with dog-like features. But Crewel also recognizes Jack's grit. He's actually quite charitable when it comes to complimenting him. During class, Crewel will correct and check up on Jack quite a lot. The beastman takes this as his Crewel not thinking he's good enough for you. But in reality it's quite the opposite. Crewel just genuinely enjoys teaching things to Jack. He approves of the relationship, believing you've chosen a well-rounded dog. Strong, reliable, a rule-follower— it appears you've finally gained a good companion. However, as time goes by, Jack can't stand the thought of Crewel not thinking he's well suited for you. Soon enough, he goes to the teacher and spills his guts, saying that he knows he's not perfect but he's trying really hard to be the man you need. Crewel laughs, patting him on the head. "Oh, you silly little pup. You already have my approval." Jack is shocked to hear this, but it does make him happy to hear. All the more reason to be devoted to you in Jack's mind.

ruggie bucchi

He's not fond of troublemakers— a well known fact. So, Ruggie tries to be more subtle with his mischief once he finds out that Crewel's protective over you. As much as he'd like to stick it to the man, Ruggie quite enjoys his life and would rather not play with fire. But Crewel catches on. He always does. And oh boy, he finds Ruggie's under the table misbehavior to be anything but tasteful. His whip is going to be put to good use. Ruggie gets mortified and starts skipping class, making the whole situation worse. You're probably going to have to be the middleman for these two and make sure nothing goes overboard. Needless to say, Crewel is not fond of Ruggie. However, the teacher respects his work ethic. That boy is always on the job, looking to get extra cash. There's potential in Ruggie and Crewel is going to find it. Meaning that he's going to bug you for more information about your boyfriend before pulling him aside and having a genuine talk with the pup. After the talk, they seem on good terms, with Crewel even complimenting Ruggie from time to time! Yay! Little do you know that he's constantly threatening your boyfriend with the whip.

leona kingscholar

He hardly sees the appeal of a lazy cat who sleeps his days away. Leona is hardly in class so Crewel can't even punish him. He'll have a stern talking with you, telling you not to settle for anything you don't deserve. Once you explain that, "Oh no, Leona treats me very well." and maybe throwing in a, "He lets me use his credit card." for good measure, Crewel will be more open to the idea of you two dating. He could always sense that Leona had that side to him, but he absolutely despises his laziness. He'll try to get you to convince the beastman to come to class more often. Crewel starts threatening to punish you if your boyfriend continues to skip. After all, your boyfriend is an extension of you. And if you're boyfriends being a bad pup, then you are too. So basically you're begging Leona to start to come to class again because Crewel does not play when it comes to punishments. Crewel is not holding back any punishments once Leona starts attending classes more. It's extremely frustrating for Crewel— seeing untapped potential in Leona. He doesn't tolerate this pups behavior, but he genuinely wants to see him be better and decides to talk to him after class. Leona is surprised when Crewel isn't being too preachy and instead talks about how he wants to make sure you're being treated right. It kinda pisses the beastman off that his professor thinks he'd ever treat you wrong in the first place, but it does give him some newfound motivation. The two eventually grow to have a mutual respect relationship on the basis that they both want you to be happy. Though, Crewel still thinks dogs are better than cats. And frankly, this extends to your boyfriend. Sorry not sorry.

floyd leech

What spell does this leech have you under!? In what world would he EVER let you date this monster of a man!? This love is forbidden! Crewel will go full Romeo and Juliet style when restricting you two because he is NOT letting you date Floyd! Nope! Not if he has a say in it! Going on a date tonight? Too bad, he's assigning both of you extra homework that must be completed ON YOUR OWN. Floyd dislikes him right back, always complaining to you how Crewel's no fun. Floyd is one of the biggest troublemakers on campus, right next to Grim. Arguably worst. Floyd is going to get really upset about Crewel's attitude about it and, to your horror, he confronts the professor about it shamelessly. RIP your boyfriend. That poor guy is NOT making it out alive. If you make the mistake of asking Crewel why he doesn't like Floyd, oh that man will go on a tangent. He will be talking for HOURS. I don't see this relationship improving either. Floyd has no intention of changing ever; very content with how he is. If anything, he's making it worse by talking back and throwing tantrums. And it's probably going to be your job to calm him down because Azul and Jade do not wanna deal with allat. Have fun!

jade leech

Unsettled to say the least. He swears up and down that the pup is plotting something. Unfortunately Sam tells him he's overthinking it. He will be sitting you two away from each other... A part of Crewel genuinely wants to get to know him and how this relationship flourished. A louder part of Crewel wants to get you the hell away from this pup because he's scheming SOMETHING he can sense it. All their interactions are going to be the most tense thing ever. Like, both of them are going to be staring at one another with the most strained smiles in the universe. As Jade passes by Crewel's desk with his up-to-no-good smile, I can picture him saying, "Is something the matter, professor?" And then Crewel hitting him back with an equally as devious grin. "Nothing that concerns you, my pup." And then they'll proceed to have a staring contest until you inevitably drag your boyfriend away. Hey, at least Crewel is outright disapproving or hostile to your boyfriend? But he does give you several warnings to watch Jade closely. Because no one should like mushrooms that much. It's suspicious. Crewel is definitely paranoid and probably has a bunch of conspiracy theories on Jade but he never really disapproves of the relationship. A win is a win?

azul ashengrotto

As mean as this sounds, Crewel can sense his insecurity. He's just learned how to pick up on those kind of things after being a teacher. And Azul reeks of hidden insecurity to the professor. He doesn't go any easier on him— he'd be damned if he let any of his puppies step out of line. But he's much more open to be complimentary, especially since you're dating Azul. He'll encourage Azul to spend more time with him after class for studies in order to give him pep talks. If Azul was good enough to catch your eye, then Crewel assures him that he doesn't need to put on this whole 'business' facade to win anyones favor. Azul is definitely stunned to receive this kind of talk from his teacher, but decides to take his advice to heart because he really does love you. Crewel doesn't tell you any of this. Whenever you talk about your boyfriend he kinda just nods along and goes, "That's nice, honey." But in actuality, he smiles to himself after hearing that Azul's been coming out of his shell more. Or— in his case pot. He's no love expert, but he goes soft when he hears that his students are genuinely improving.

kalim al asim

Okay. Get that money. Crewel respects the grind; going for the richest kid on campus. But he isn't a fan of how reliant Kalim is on Jamil in terms of academics. And now that he knows that Kalim is your partner, he'll be harsher on the boy. Crewel doesn't want you hanging out with non-scholars! You deserve a very intelligent boyfriend who can at least get a B average. So he pushes to see Kalim more after class without his attendant, claiming that he needs to learn how to be independent. Kalim obviously struggles with this a bit due to his upbringing, but is willing to take the challenge! Especially if it's to win the respect of your father-like figure! He's really sweet and does try hard... but it doesn't garner much results much to Crewel's dismay. Nonetheless, Kalim does in fact show the grit that was needed in order for Crewel to approve of your relationship. Though, he does insists that Kalim continues to come after class on his own. Maybe you could tag along and help him. Because somethings that boy just doesn't get, no matter how hard Crewel tries. The professor can't help but smile when he sees how lovesick Kalim is over you. He'll watch from afar as you two puppies hug each other in the halls. If you accidentally make eye contact with him, Crewel will give you a small, approving nod.

jamil viper

Crewel has had his eye on Jamil before the two of you started dating. He could tell that the pup held himself back. For what reason, Crewel couldn't say but once he heard the news about you two, he definitely used it as an excuse to get to know Jamil more. He'll watch how Jamil acts around you, the way he relaxes and becomes more snarky. Crewel finds himself liking this version of Jamil more than the quiet, blend in the crowd guy that he presents himself as to the professor. So, Crewel decides to force him out of it. He'll push him, purposely grading his papers harder so that he'll have to put in more effort. Crewel knows that Jamil is capable of 'A' papers despite only turning in 'C' level work. His solution? He makes it so that, in order to get a 'C', Jamil has to turn in 'A' level work. Call it unfair, but it works. Jamil does get frustrated and rants about it to you. As hard as he tries to bite his tongue, he'll eventually let something slip on accident to Crewel. Now, Crewel hates disrespect. But he knows he purposely pushed the pup to see this side— the true side. He'll tell Jamil that being fake doesn't suit him. So, Jamil drops the act. He isn't stupid, Crewel is basically your father and he isn't trying to get on any of your family's (blood related or not) bad side. And it turns out to be for the better as they actually develop a nice bond with Jamil being more himself. Some puppies just need to be pushed out of their crate.

epel felmier

Crewel is happy to hear you're dating a Pomfiore student! He'd like his son-in-law to be fashionable. Then he hears that it's Epel and he's mildly disappointed. Listen, he genuinely cares for his students so he pays attention. And he's heard Epel slip out his native tongue underneath his breath. He's seen the boy rough play with Ace and Deuce. He knows that this pup is different from the other Pomfiore students. That's why he also gets frustrated when Epel tries to maintain this fake act with Crewel. "Good pups don't play pretend when it isn't asked of them. Drop this act. That's an order." This, naturally, freaks Epel out a bit. The country boy is a bit ashamed to be himself around Crewel since he really wanted to appease him due to your father-like bond with him. But he isn't going to disobey— Epel has seen Crewel's punishments, he's not taking his chances. Although Crewel isn't the biggest fan of Epel's southern charm, he appreciates the pup being his real self around him. Is he good enough to date you? Not in Crewel's book, no. But he'll allow it. Epel knows what the punishments are if he breaks your heart anyways.

rook hunt

What compelled you to want to date this man? Crewel doesn't understand your taste. Rook starts leaving clothing and jewelry from luxury brands that Crewel loves on his desk. The professor has very mixed feelings about this. 1. How did Rook find out what brands he's partial to? Should he be concerned about this? Because he's getting concerned. 2. Crewel doesn't like the idea of being bought over. No matter how much he enjoys the gifts. Because he wants your love to be genuine. Crewel wants to see proof that Rook is treating you right, not another luxurious coat that he'll definitely be wearing later down the line. He takes the fact that Rook thinks he can be bought over as an insult and pulls him aside after class, giving the pup a stern talking to. "Non non! I simply gifted it because it reminded me of you, professor! These have nothing to do with my devotion toward the Prefect." Crewel smells bs and does NOT tolerate that. He'll punish Rook by having him clean the alchemy tools after the freshman class since that class was notorious for leaving behind a mess. Rook knew what he was doing. His hand holds yours tighter and he smiles as you two pass by Crewel, with Rook catching a glimpse of the professor wearing one of the necklaces Rook gifted him. You just sigh because there's no way of controlling this man. His audacity knows no bounds.

vil schoenheit

Oh, Crewel is living for this. Vil might just be the one student he fully approves of, 100%. You dating one of the top alchemy students who is also an actor and model with the best sense of fashion in the entire school? Now that's a good puppy! Crewel almost wants to buy both of you treats with how over the moon he is. Vil, ever so charming, easily woos Crewel over by showing him how caring and compassionate he is towards you while also maintaining good grades and fixing your clothes. The professor smiles wide as he asks you, "How's your boyfriend doing?" And he listens happily as you tell him about the super romantic date that Vil took you on. Vil also seeks Crewel out for opinions on different outfits he plans on wearing to his modeling shoots. Crewel is more than happy to give his two cents. All the alchemy students have Vil to thank for the professor being in such a good, less snappy mood. He's not any less strict on them, but he compliments their work much more as he thrills over the fact that his little puppy is dating the perfect student. There's nothing more pure than puppy love, and he sees it written on Vil's face whenever he's around you.

idia shroud

You're dating the recluse? Now how did that happen? Crewel rarely sees Idia so he hasn't exactly seen how the two of you interact. He urges and bugs you to get your boyfriend to show up to his class. Cause Crewel only has a faint idea of what he's like. And once he does get familiar with Idia... Oh... Oh, puppy, why? Why him? Not exactly the type Crewel would've gone for at all. He'll definitely have to punish Idia a few times. Partly because of his horrendous attendance. Partly because he's heard him say a few sly comments under his breath. But mainly so he'll know the consequences of hurting you. Idia is beyond TERRIFIED of this man. Why does he keep calling him a 'pup'?! WHY DOES HE HAVE A WHIP?! And his fears are justified when Crewel punishes him. Idia will let out a loud sigh as he snuggles against you. "Out of all the staff members to be your fatherly figure... Did it have to be him?" Which is pretty funny because you're pretty sure you've heard Crewel complain, "Out of all the students... you chose him?" Looks like they've got some similarities. Just don't expect Idia to be striking up conversation with Crewel ever. Same goes with Crewel. They just pretend that the other doesn't exist and move on with their days.

sebek zigvolt

Oh, Crewel knows who Sebek is. That pup has a lot to learn. Especially when it comes to controlling his volume. Crewel uses the fact that you're dating him to teach him a lesson. "If you yell a single time in my class again this week, I will have your relationship with the Prefect ended. That is a guarantee." It's not a guarantee since Crewel knows he can't really control you, but he says it to keep Sebek in check. And it works. Nobody knew he could stay that silent for that long. Crewel was pleased with the progress, giving him a pat on the head with a small, "Good pup!" Oh, and Crewel is especially satisfied when Trein comes to complain to him that Sebek's been extremely loud in his class as of late. Crewel shrugs, claiming that he's been nothing but the most obedient dog in his class. "Maybe it's a teaching problem regarding you?" Trein wanted to strangle him when he said that. Crewel found it extremely amusing. The professor honestly thanks you for dating Sebek because this is the most fun he's had in a while. You're just glad that Sebek got Crewel's mark of approval. Because you know he would've been crushed if he didn't.

silver

He isn't a fan of the boy who's always sleeping. Crewel becomes even harsher when he hears the two of you are dating. It's hard for Silver so eventually the student comes to him explaining his condition. The professor is much more understanding after that. He actually tries really hard to help Silver, probably dragging you along as well. He'll have you stay after class for some parent-kid (blood related or not, you are literally his child) bonding while making a potion. Crewel will make dozens of potions, giving each one to you so you can pass it along to your boyfriend. None of them really make his condition go away fully of course, but it definitely helps as he's able to stay awake in class. Silver is extremely thankful for the help from Crewel, making it a point to express his gratitude nearly every time he sees him. With Silver awake more often, Crewel's able to witness the knightly way in which he treats you. Spoiler alert; he loves it. Yes! Live out your fairytale dreams, puppy! Crewel's convinced that Silver was a medieval knight in a previous life. He also offhandedly mentions that Silver should start modeling because that pup is GORGEOUS. (I'm biased because have you seen his eyes!?)

lilia vanrouge

Sure. He's cute.... Wait he's how old? Crewel is NOT approving when he finds out that Lilia is probably older than him. It's funny because Crewel starts to talk to Lilia more like he's a staff member than a student. And Lilia happily goes along with it. It's such a switch when he talks to you and then your boyfriend. "Hello, pup. I'm glad to hear you had a good day. How's your alchemy project coming along?... Oh, Lilia. How's the mortgage." "Quite well, professor. How's the wife? Wait, sorry, I forgot— you don't have one." Yeah, he hates your boyfriend actually. May or may not attempt to set you up with someone else. Only for the person that Crewel sets you up with to be Lilia catfishing as someone else. "Khee hee~ The internet these days is crazy, isn't it?" If you look closely you could probably see steam coming out from Crewel's head. The professor will make it a point to constantly tell you that your boyfriend is the worst. He doesn't even consider him a pup in the litter. He's a rodent who somehow snuck into the box. A rodent that you adopted much to Crewel's dismay.

malleus draconia

Since it was well known that Crewel was your father like figure, Malleus actually made it a point to go to him and declare his love for you. It kinda catches the professor off guard. One minute he's just grading papers. The next some fae pup busts through the door and starts spouting Shakespeare style how much he loves Crewel's unofficial adopted child. Crewel is left speechless by the time Malleus done, barely even registering all that he just spouted. "... You have my approval?" Heavy on the question mark. Crewel might've had no idea what Malleus said, but if he willingly went on a 30 or so minute tangent about how much he loved you— he probably loves you a lot. And Crewel doesn't regret it as he watches the two of you bond like you're in your own little world. He'll start being more open about approaching Malleus, suggesting small tweaks to Diasomnia's dorm uniforms. Your boyfriend agrees with the biggest smile and implants the suggestion right away, loving the fact that he has the favor of your father figure. Crewel likes to watch the two of you from a far and muses how the most unlikely creatures from completely different worlds can still fall deep into puppy love. The universe works in funny ways, doesn't it?

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PECULIAR HABITS TO MAKE THE HEART FONDER !!

💞 — in which living with you during the duration of training for the big vdc/sdc performance makes your peers pick up on some of your odd habits. 💞 — featuring: vil schoenheit, rook hunt, kalim al-asim, jamil viper, deuce spade, epel felmier, ace trappola!! 💞 — gender neutral reader. around 400-500 words each. warnings: none. i love this group of boys sm you guys don't understand.

VIL SCHOENHEIT.

🩷 — Sitting in strange positions while reading and moving around a lot.

Every time Vil caught you in a strange position while reading, he had to keep himself from reaching over and forcing you into a normal one. The first time he caught you, he was quick to correct your stance, claiming that the position would cause the cushions to flatten and hurt your neck in the long run. You conceded, claiming he was right to keep an argument from ensuing, and then opted to lie on the rug and read on your side. 

You were a restless reader, moving in every position to find the perfect and most comfortable one. Eventually, Vil realized this was something about you that would not change, no matter how much he tried to force you into a proper seating position.

He sat on the couch, looking through his notifications while you were lying on your back beside him, legs propped up on the armrest, while you held the book up. Vil glanced from his phone to see your eyes focused on the pages, but he could tell your hands were a bit shaky under the weight of the tome. He gave it a few minutes until your arms began to bother you, and you would turn to lie on your belly.

3... 2... 1.

You turned to lie on your belly instead, your chin propped on the pillow that had once been beneath your head, and the book resting in front of you, nearly touching Vil’s thigh.

“Still too stubborn to sit properly?”

“It’s just not as comfortable,” you replied.

“This doesn’t seem very comfortable either.”

You rolled your eyes. “You should try it.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Oh, come on. It’s a really nice stretch.”

He silenced you with a narrowed gaze that made you muffle any other silly comments.

A moment of silence passed between the two of you before Vil sighed and grabbed a spare pillow, letting it rest against his thigh, and then reaching out to take the book from your hands and bracing it up against the pillow. “Holding that book too long will hurt your wrists.”

“Thank you, Vil,” you drawled, smiling up at him before turning the page to your book. “You’re my hero.”

The blonde looked down at you, confused. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“I’m serious, Vil. You just saved me from premature chronic backaches.”

He said nothing and returned to his phone, a smile tugging at the corner of his perfectly painted lips.

ROOK HUNT.

🩷 — Apologizing to the furniture whenever you bump into it or hit it roughly.

Rook thought it was the loveliest thing in the world when you first did it before him. It was a whimsical habit that you had to apologize to the counters or the walls whenever you bumped into them or slammed your hand against them too roughly, as if they could bruise and need consolation from you. It was sweet, and each time he heard a soft thump, he learned to wait for the quiet "sorry" that would follow. 

Despite how he loved seeing you apologize to furniture, he did not want you hurting yourself, so he had taken to covering up any corners with his hand if you were about to bump into them. If, in your endless giggles, you were about to hit a table or a wall, he caught your hand so that your palm would not feel the sting and tingle afterwards. Now, you apologized to him, making excuses for your clumsiness, and he always reassured you that it was charming. 

It was your guys’ turn to clean up the kitchen after dinner, so you both got to work. You began to put away any dried dishes from the rack while Rook wiped down the counters. It was always pleasant working with him. He was wonderful at conversations and never let a silence grow uncomfortable.

“So, Trickster, how are you enjoying sharing your dorm with everyone?” he asked, placing the fruit basket back onto the main island. He had noticed you insisted on being a good host, despite how dilapidated the dorm was.

Drying another cup, you shrugged. “It’s been fine, I guess. Lively. It makes me wonder what the dorm was like when students still lived here,” you said. You were occupied with the secrets of this place, always chatting away with the ghosts after they startled you.

Rook smiled; the thought of this old place filled with students talking and bickering from wall to wall was a pleasant one. “Hmm, that means we are breathing life into historical ruin, oui?” 

“I guess,” you replied, smiling. You turned around to put a plate into the other cabinets, unknowingly heading straight into the overhead fan above the stove.

But just before your face hit the metal, Rook reached over and tugged you back by the collar of your shirt. “Ah, fais attention! You need to remain observant, Trickster.” Rook tugged you back before stepping in front of you to take the glass plate from your hands.

You were flustered, embarrassed by your clumsiness. “Oh, uhm… sorry, Rook.”

“T'inquiète! Here, I will finish the dishes, and you can sweep. I’d rather you didn’t hold anything fragile,” he teased, his green eyes narrowing upon the beautiful flush that traveled to your ears.

JAMIL VIPER.

🩷 — Being extra cautious whenever someone knocks on the door.

The knocking at the door always startled you. He saw it firsthand when you tried to hide the fact that you answered the dorm with the broom in hand as if he were some sinister attacker and not just the guy who was carrying in water bottles for his and Kalim's stay at the dorm. He was suspicious of your reasons but figured he would just lie back and observe for a while. 

And then he saw you argue with Epel after he opened the door before checking who was outside. Jamil knew that was reckless, but they were on campus, and he felt your reaction was a bit dramatic. He just opened the door, not the gate to the underworld. But again, he decided to just observe. 

From then on, he saw the way you flinched at the sound of familiar knocks. It was the afternoon, and Ace was coming back from club activities, or Vil was returning with his packages, or Rook was coming back after his little hunts, and yet you always seemed to be waiting for the worst. Like Death himself was waiting just outside that old door, scythe ready to cut you down at the foyer. So, Jamil began to answer the door for you. It was no skin off his back, and quite frankly, seeing you so shaken up was not pleasant. He did owe you for all that happened at Scarabia.

A knock came at the door as he was cutting fruit in the kitchen. He set the knife down and rinsed his hands before heading to answer the door but found you already there, a bottle of bleach from the laundry room held behind your back as you checked who it was. He watched your shoulder drop as you realized it was only Epel and Deuce. 

After you let them in, he approached, taking the bottle from your hands with an arched brow. “‘An jad? Bleach?”

You looked away from him, embarrassed. “Just in case, you know—”

“Just in case someone hostile is waiting for you outside?” He asked with a deadpan expression, as if trying to tell you with just his eyes that the most threatening thing to pass through those doors was a hangry Grim.

You bit the inside of your cheek, and he almost felt guilty for his bluntness. Almost. He did not know how to put it to you softly. He sighed and set the bottle down on a nearby table. His hands found their home on his hips. “There’s no one coming to attack you.”

“You don’t know that. When I was a kid…” You began but quickly quieted yourself down, unsure if you should share that story with him. It was not like he was a friend, nor did he seem to like you very much.

Jamil’s brows furrowed. “When you were a kid...?”

“Never mind,” you mumbled. 

Jamil sighed once more. “Fine. Come, I just finished cutting up those peaches Rook brought.”

KALIM AL ASIM.

🩷 — Always shutting the blinds and curtains at sunset.

Kalim was quick to catch on to how the minute you saw the sky turn pink, you turned on the lights and began to go around tugging curtains shut and closing the blinds of all the windows. If you ever noticed a crack in the dark sky peeking through the fabric, you always found a way to cover it up, leaving no view of the outside to be seen.

At first, he assumed it was just a chore that you did, and so he offered to help. Whenever you got up to close the blinds by the door, he took care of the ones in the lounge, doing his best to make sure no part of the window was showing, just how you liked it.

Tonight, it seemed to come by even quicker, so you forgot about your ritual blind closing, and before you knew it, it was dark. You got up and quickly went to work, and of course, Kalim followed you.

As you were closing the large blinds of the lounge, you saw a shadow move outside in the dark. You flinched and let out a little yelp, alerting your light-haired friend.

“Whoa—are you alright, qumri?” He asked, his hands hovering around you, almost cautious about holding you. His carmine eyes were wide with concern as a soft frown tugged at his lips.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded and tugged the edge of the curtain behind the shelf to hold it shut. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I just thought I saw something outside, you know?” you explained, and then you felt silly for your fears. 

The nighttime was beautiful, and you tended to enjoy a late-night walk here and there, and yet the idea of seeing someone outside of your dark window still horrified you. You were acting like a kid had just seen a poorly made horror film. Gently, you touched Kalim’s forearms and guided them down. “I’m fine; it’s silly.”

Kalim’s frown deepened. He hated to see you be so dismissive of your feelings. It reminded him of Jamil. So, he shook his head. “You’re not fine. You’re scared, and that’s okay. I can close the rest of the curtains.” He began to guide you to the couch to sit.

“No, really, Kalim—”

He stubbornly shook his head. “La’ ajlis. Sit down, I’ll finish it, and then we can talk.”

You wanted to argue, but there was a look in his eyes that proved it would be pointless, so you just nodded. “Okay.”

DEUCE SPADE.

🩷 — Painting whatever part of the dorm seems blank, but never finishing the piece.

Unlike much of the VDC group, Deuce and his heart card companion had been in Ramshackle dorm many times before, so he easily began to pick up so many little things about the dorms, such as the little paintings on the doors and baseboards that seemed to start and then never be completed. 

He noticed them first on the front door. You were squatting down, painting vines and flowers along the wood, and you got to about half of the door before abandoning the project, muttering to Grim about how you would finish it later. Three overblots since then, and you had not finished it. 

His green eyes would find other paintings too, along the baseboards of the halls, little planets along one of the kitchen cabinets, butterflies on the bedposts of some of the rooms, and roses on the windowsills, and yet none of them were completed. He would catch you sitting on the hardwood floor, painting, before finding you the next second somewhere else doing something else. He was not the most consistent guy, so he did not judge you for never finishing the projects. In fact, he found your unfinished art charming. You were leaving your mark on this world before you eventually had to pass through and return to your own.

When you saw you crouched down before the windowsill in the early morning, while Vil was still doing his morning routine, and Rook could be heard singing as he tended to the plants outside, he decided to join you. There was a disposable plate on the ground with some paints, a few brushes, and a cup filled with water.

“Are you gonna finish this one?” he asked, his hair still messy from his sleep and his pink sweatsuit wrinkled up from sleep.

You shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not.” You never once looked up from your work, painting little chicks walking in a squiggly line. You had blocked out the shapes, drawing in where the brightest colors would go and where the darkest ones would go.

Deuce nodded, almost entranced at the movements your hands made to make the chicks come to life. “You should come get breakfast,” he said after a minute or so.

“I will. I just want to finish one of the chicks.”

He wanted to remind you that this piece would end up like all the other ones littered around the dorm—unfinished—but he opted not to, just nodding. “Alright. I’ll save you a spot.”

EPEL FELMIER. 

🩷 — Acting fidgety whenever you’re outside and it's late.

You always tended to be at Ramshackle before nightfall, and you seemed very insistent about it, but Epel thought nothing of it. He knew how his housewarden could get whenever people were up and out late at night, so he just assumed you were just a stickler for the rules. Though if he was going to be quite frank, had he been the person from another world ending up somewhere else, he would not follow any stuffy rules regarding curfews and whatnot. 

But then he ends up walking with you back to Ramshackle, alone at night, once the library is closed. You both lost track of time as you studied, and the sun decided not to wait until you returned home to set, since the moon insisted upon getting his turn to watch the tiny people on this side of the planet. Epel then realizes that you are not just some goody-two-shoes but instead terrified of walking in the dark. 

It did not help that Ramschackle was so far from the rest of the school, so isolated, with many places for creepers to hide while you walked on the much too noisy cobblestone road.

He felt sorry watching as you fidgeted about, looking around while picking at your cuticles in a way that would get you a long scolding from Vil. The slightest shift from the trees, the coo of the nocturnal birds—it all made you nervous and flinch. In your colorful imagination, the crows decided to come out just to caw at you. Some nights you could feel something crawling down the back of your neck, into the space between your skin and your ill-fitting hand-me-down uniform. It was too much for your fragile nerves.

Thus, Epel took things into his own hands, literally. He reached over and tugged your hand, holding it as tightly as he could in his own. “Hey, don’t worry. If anything comes up, I can handle it,” he said, puffing his chest up a bit.

You gazed at the cute first-year, his lilac hair bouncing gorgeously, his large turquoise eyes displaying naivete and determination, and his hands, which were calloused from his work he did with his family, softened only recently with the lotions he received after being placed in Pomefiore. You felt a little more secure after you looked at him… less alone. You were certain that the monsters would crawl away and all the crows would be chased off by his raging temper. You nodded. “Okay.”

“I’m serious! Trust me, I can protect ya, I promise,” he responded, searching for doubt in your eyes. When he could find none, he huffed and walked ahead, stepping just a little bit in front of you as he led you down the cobblestone path.

ACE TRAPPOLA. 

🩷 — Leaving your things in spots where they do not belong.

Ace, like Deuce, had the pleasure of knowing you and Grim before the VDC came about; thus, he already knew about your weird habits regarding opening the door and painting random little stuff. Hell, he often called you a cat for the way you sat and read your books, but really, living with you made him aware of a different habit of yours. You loved to just leave your things around the place. Occasionally, you even left your things in the room where he was staying. 

Once it was your hairbrush, which you left at the vanity in his room since you believed his room had a better mirror-to-dresser ratio that matched your height. You did your hair and left your hair-filled hairbrush and hair ties on the vanity, which he proceeded to chase you with, only to be scolded by Vil for the commotion.

It was true what they said; you do not truly know someone until they are living with you. He watched you reapply lip balm in the kitchen before leaving the product on the counter-top by the paper towels, and then you proceeded to complain about not being able to find it a few hours later. Ace felt like the wife in some old sitcom telling her husband where his keys were, in his pocket, and his sunglasses, on his head. 

But it was delightful, despite how he rolled his eyes and poked your cheek with your lip balm mid-rant. 

You left your mark even without your paint set, and it was beautiful. Your perfume on the hallway windowsill where you were applying it while watching Rook tend to the plants, your book in the laundry room where you had been reading while your clothes ran through the wash, your journal, which you forgot by the door, and your jacket across the couch, where Vil repeatedly reminded you it did not belong. He memorized all the places your stuff touched, like a lover's kiss across warm skin.

So, when you barreled into the lounge, racing down the stairs, rambling something about your missing notes, he did not even have to look up from his phone. He used his foot to point at them on a table across from the couch he was lying on. “Honestly, you should probably just tape your things to yourself. You lose everything,” he drawled, like it was an inconvenience to him.

You rolled your eyes as you walked over to collect your things. “Oh, shut up, Ace. This chaos is controlled.”

“Controlled? You can’t tell your hands from your feet. Hey—Ow!” His teasing was cut short when you pinched his calf. 

“If you don’t got nothing nice to say, keep your mouth shut.”

Ace scoffed as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Whatever.”

And still, he watched with fondness as you made your way out, forgetting your headband on the couch, the place you had set it down to free your hands up for your notes.

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"WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I WERE A WORM?"

Housewardens (+Jamil) x F!Reader !!

- RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

It was a calm afternoon in Heartslabyul. Tea had just been served, the garden was quiet, and Riddle was enjoying a rare moment of peace, sipping rosehip tea with his favorite person beside him.

You.

You sat cross-legged on the blanket, chin in your palm, watching him with a lazy smile.

Riddle looked up from his cup, curious. “What is it?”

You hesitated, then tilted your head.

“...Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

The tea cup halted midair.

“...Excuse me?” he blinked, very much not computing.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “Like. If I was suddenly turned into a little worm. Would you still love me?”

Riddle slowly set the teacup down with the grace of a man trying not to tip over a tower of playing cards. “What kind of hypothetical is that? That’s absurd!”

“But answer it,” you grinned, leaning toward him, teasing. “Would you?”

He stared. “You... as a worm?”

“A cute one. With tiny eyes.”

Riddle opened his mouth to protest, but stopped.

His brows furrowed. Then his expression softened, just slightly. “Is this your way of asking if my love for you is unconditional?”

You blinked, caught off guard by how fast he cut through it. “Maybe...”

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “You could have just said that. Instead, you’ve reduced yourself to an invertebrate.”

You snorted. “So you wouldn’t love me?”

He flushed. “I didn’t say that!”

You smiled mischievously, waiting.

Riddle let out a long sigh, then looked away, red creeping across his cheeks.

“...I suppose if you were a worm, I’d find a very comfortable jar to keep you in. With the best soil. And I’d talk to you every day so you wouldn’t feel alone.”

You gasped. “You’d carry Worm Me around??”

“Of course!” he snapped, flustered. “I—I’d keep you safe. And make sure no one stepped on you. And I’d.. still love you. Even if you were wriggly and... strange.”

You tackled him in a hug. “You’re SO cute.”

He stiffened. “I’m not cute. I’m being devoted.”

You just smiled, resting your head against his shoulder. “You didn’t even hesitate that much.”

“...You’re ridiculous,” he mumbled. But you felt him gently wrap an arm around your waist. “But if I must love a worm, I’m glad it’s you.”

- LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

You were lying on the grass with Leona, the shade of a wide tree curling over both of you like a canopy. He was half-asleep, arms behind his head, tail lazily flicking side to side.

You were bored.

Which meant, it was time to mess with your boyfriend.

You turned your head toward him, smile creeping in. “Hey, Leona?”

He grunted. “Mm?”

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

Silence.

His ears twitched.

Slowly, one green eye opened. He stared at you.

“What the hell are you talking about.”

You tried to hold back a laugh. “You know, like... if I magically turned into a tiny worm. No arms, no legs. Just squishy.”

Another beat of silence.

Then a long, suffering groan.

“Why are you like this,” he muttered, throwing an arm over his face.

“You didn’t answer,” you said, nudging his side.

Leona exhaled dramatically. “How am I supposed to love you if you’re a worm? You got a face I can kiss? Arms I can pull in? A voice to sass me with?”

You giggled. “So you wouldn’t?”

He cracked his eye open again, clearly annoyed, but also clearly thinking about it.

“...Tch.”

You pouted. “That’s so mean.”

Leona stared at you. Then let out a quiet sigh.

“If you were a worm,” he muttered, “I’d probably keep you in a glass box with some damn fancy dirt. Make sure you don’t get eaten by birds. Maybe nap next to you so you’re not lonely. Even if you couldn’t talk back.”

Your eyes widened. “You’d nap next to Worm Me?”

He shrugged. “Better than letting you get squashed somewhere.”

You were trying very hard not to melt. “So you would still love me.”

He looked away, ears flicking back. “I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it~”

“Shut up.”

You rolled over and poked his cheek. “You’re such a softie.”

He finally cracked a small smirk, eyes still half-lidded. “Yeah, well, you’re lucky I like you.”

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I know.”

- AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

It was a peaceful afternoon in Mostro Lounge. Azul was seated behind his desk, reviewing contracts, while you lounged across from him on a sofa, watching him with a lazy kind of affection.

You hummed to yourself. “Hey, Azul?”

“Yes, my pearl?” he replied, not looking up.

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

Silence.

His pen stopped mid-signature.

His eyes slowly rose from the page, blinking behind his glasses.

“..Pardon?”

You bit back a grin. “If I turned into a tiny worm. Would you still love me?”

His brows creased. “..What kind of magic would cause that?”

“It’s hypothetical,” you shrugged.

Azul stared at you.

Then stared at the air in front of him like he was running five simulations of possible responses.

“...Would you retain your current consciousness?” he asked slowly.

“Nope. Just a worm. Can’t talk, can’t think. Just worming around.”

Azul removed his glasses and began to clean them with a cloth, clearly trying to recalibrate his soul.

“...And would you be aware of who I am?”

“Not even a little.”

He lowered the cloth. “So you’re saying I’d be loving something that cannot love me back. That has no recognition of me, no memory of our relationship, and no traits beyond squishiness.”

You nodded.

“Then yes.”

You blinked. “Wait—really?”

Azul looked deeply offended. “Of course. I wouldn’t just throw you away! I’d make sure you had the finest aquarium substrate for burrowing, a gentle light cycle, and climate control. I’d place a little nameplate on your enclosure, ‘My Beloved.’”

You were silent.

Then: “You’ve actually thought about this.”

“I’m thinking about it now,” he said sharply. “This is serious. If my beloved turns into a worm, I must adapt.”

You burst out laughing. “You’re insane.”

He flushed pink. “You asked! Besides...” He glanced away, a soft breath escaping him. “Even if you couldn’t understand, I’d still care. Still worry. Still talk to you. I imagine.. loving someone doesn’t stop when they change. Even drastically.”

You blinked.

“Awh Azul...”

He cleared his throat. “You started it.”

You stood, crossed the room, and cupped his cheeks. “You’re unbelievable.”

He looked up at you, flustered but holding his ground. “You say that now, but if I’m ever seen whispering sweet nothings to a jar of soil—”

“I’ll say you’re the best boyfriend in all of Twisted Wonderland.”

His face went pink from the tips of his ears down to his collar.

“...You’ll be the end of me,” he muttered.

You kissed his forehead. “Gladly.”

- KALIM AL-ASIM:

It was a sunny day in Scarabia, of course. Kalim had just dragged a mattress and too many pillows onto the balcony “because the breeze felt perfect today!” and you were lounging beside him, half-asleep under a silk canopy.

Kalim turned to you suddenly, wide-eyed.

“Hey! Let’s ask each other silly questions!”

You smirked. “Oh? Like what?”

He grinned like a kid with a secret. “Like... would you love me if I was a pineapple?”

You snorted. “Only if you were sweet on the inside.”

He gasped, clutching his chest. “That’s so romantic!”

You laughed, then thought for a second.

“Okay, my turn,” you said with a wicked little grin. “Would you still love me if I were.. a worm?”

Kalim blinked.

Paused.

Then absolutely beamed.

“OF COURSE I WOULD!!”

You nearly choked. “Wait—really?”

He grabbed your hands with both of his. “Why wouldn’t I?! You’d be my tiny little wriggly worm girlfriend!!”

You stared. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

He puffed his chest with pride. “Because love isn’t about shape! Or species! Or limbs!” He paused. “..Do worms have limbs?”

“No.”

“THEN I’D LOVE YOU LIMBLESSLY!” he declared with a dazzling grin.

You burst into laughter.

Kalim kept going, now lying dramatically across the pillows like some lovesick poet. “I’d carry you everywhere! I’d keep you in a little gold ring box so you’re safe and stylish! I’d feed you crushed pomegranate seeds and sing to you every night before bed!”

You were wheezing now. “That’s so weirdly specific.”

He gave you the gentlest, most adoring smile. “I love you. Not just your shape or face or voice. So even if you turned into a worm, I’d just keep loving you. I might cry a little, but I’d never leave you behind.”

Your laughter softened.

“..Kalim.”

He blinked at your tone, a little more serious now. “Yeah?”

You leaned forward and kissed his forehead, letting your fingers curl gently into his hair.

“You’re the sweetest idiot in the world.”

He closed his eyes and smiled like you’d handed him the stars. “I’ll take that as a yes to the gold ring box.”

- JAMIL VIPER:

You were lying on Jamil’s bed in the Scarabia dorm, swinging your feet lazily while he folded fresh laundry nearby. The evening air smelled like jasmine, and everything felt a little too peaceful.

“Jamil?”

“Hm?” he answered, still focused on folding your hoodie like it was a sacred relic.

You rolled onto your stomach, chin resting on your arms.

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

The shirt in his hands stilled.

He slowly turned to look at you, brows already furrowed in 0.2 seconds of immediate regret.

“...What?”

You gave him an innocent look. “Just a hypothetical. Say I woke up as a worm. No arms. No legs. Just wriggle.”

He blinked. “...You’ve been spending too much time with Kalim.”

You grinned. “You didn’t answer.”

Jamil dragged a hand over his face. “Why is this a question people ask? Why is this trending? Why does love have to be measured by the willingness to romantically care for a bug?”

“A worm,” you corrected, giggling.

He groaned. “Same thing.”

You rolled back onto your side. “So you wouldn’t love me?”

Jamil exhaled hard through his nose, clearly trying not to take the bait.

“I didn’t say that,” he muttered.

You propped your head on your hand. “Then say you’d still love me.”

He shot you a long, flat stare.

“...You wouldn’t even know it was me,” you added. “Just some pathetic little worm.”

“You’re not pathetic.”

You paused.

He didn’t even realize he’d said it right away, until your silence made him glance over, a little stiff now.

“...If you turned into a worm,” he said slowly, “I’d probably yell at whoever cursed you first. Then, I’d find a way to keep you safe. Quiet. Hidden.”

You blinked. “Really?”

He sighed. “I’d make sure Kalim didn’t try to feed you to a bird. I’d talk to you. Tell you about my day. I’d.. figure out how to deal with it.”

Your heart squeezed. “So you’d still love me.”

Jamil glanced at you, then down at the blanket.

“...Yeah.”

You smiled so wide it made your cheeks ache. “That was actually really sweet.”

“I wasn’t trying to be sweet,” he mumbled.

“I know,” you teased, “but you still are.”

You sat up and leaned across the bed, planting a soft kiss to his cheek. He flinched slightly, then relaxed with a long sigh.

“...Only you could make me say stuff like this,” he muttered, turning his head just enough that his hair hid the blush creeping up his neck.

You just laid your head on his lap like nothing had happened.

“I love you too, even if you were a lizard.”

“I’m not a lizard—!”

“Close enough.”

- VIL SCHOENHEIT:

The sun was setting behind Pomefiore’s tall windows, casting golden streaks of light across Vil’s dorm room. He was sitting at his vanity, touching up his eyeliner “just because the lighting was perfect,” and you were curled on his chaise lounge, watching him with soft eyes and a secret grin.

“Vil?”

“Hm?” he replied without looking, feathering a brush beneath his eye.

“...Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

Vil froze.

The makeup brush hovered mid-air.

“A what?”

“A worm,” you repeated sweetly. “Like.. a little, slimy one. No arms. No legs. Just vibes.”

He slowly turned toward you with a look so flat it could kill a man.

“That is the most barbaric hypothetical I have ever heard.”

You burst out laughing.

“I’m serious!” you insisted, trying to keep a straight face. “Would you still love me?”

Vil stood up, one hand on his hip. “Darling, how am I supposed to answer that when the very thought of you being.. drenched in soil and mucus makes my skin crawl?”

You gasped, dramatically offended. “So you wouldn’t love me?!”

“I didn’t say that,” he snapped, walking over with a flick of his cape. “I said I’d struggle with it.”

You tried to pout, but he knelt in front of you, tucking your hair behind your ear with maddening gentleness.

“If you were a worm,” he said, voice suddenly quieter, “I’d ask the best potionologists in the world to reverse the curse. I’d keep you safe in the meantime. I'd place you in a glass case lined with the finest cotton. I’d..” His voice dipped even lower. “I’d whisper to you like I do now, hoping you remember my voice, even if you don’t understand the words.”

You stared at him.

The room fell still.

“..Vil.”

He looked away then, eyes fluttering shut.

“I hate how much power you have over me,” he muttered.

You crawled forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a soft hug. He melted into you with a quiet sigh.

“So you’d still love me,” you whispered into his neck.

“Yes,” he murmured. “Even as a worm.”

You grinned. “Worm love.”

He pulled back just enough to frown at you. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

- MALLEUS DRACONIA:

The night was quiet over Ramshackle Dorm, with clouds parting just enough to let the moonlight spill across the roof where you and Malleus were sitting. As always, his presence felt like calm magic, his long frame silhouetted against the sky.

You leaned against him slightly, enjoying the rare silence between words.

“Malleus?” you asked softly, voice almost teasing.

He turned to you immediately, a gentle curiosity in his glowing eyes. “Yes, my love?”

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

A pause.

“..A what?”

You giggled. “Like. A literal worm. No arms, no legs, just wiggly. Earthworm edition.”

Malleus blinked slowly, brows furrowing in genuine contemplation. “Do you mean you would be transformed into this creature.. or reborn as one entirely?”

“You’re really thinking this through, huh?” you laughed. “Let’s say I just—poof—became a worm. Still me on the inside.”

He nodded solemnly, as though being briefed for a council meeting. “..I see.”

A heavy pause.

Then he asked, “Would you still retain your soul?”

You blinked. “What?”

He turned his gaze back toward the sky. “In many fae legends, transformation does not sever love, but it may obscure the soul’s light. If your soul remained, even in such a form... yes. I would still love you.”

Your breath hitched.

“Really?”

Malleus looked at you again, softly. As if the question itself was sacred. “If your spirit was still yours, if I could sense the rhythm of your thoughts, your warmth, even as a creature so small...” He smiled faintly. “I would protect you from the sun with my wings. I would speak to you so you would not forget language. I would build you a garden where no harm could come.”

You were stunned.

“I—I was kidding,” you whispered.

“I know,” he said gently. “But I am not.”

You looked at him, heart aching in the most beautiful way.

Malleus reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “I have lived through ages of people changing, disappearing. If you became unrecognizable to the world, I would still recognize you. Always.”

You wrapped your arms around him suddenly, pressing your forehead into his shoulder. “That’s the most romantic answer to a stupid question I’ve ever heard.”

He chuckled softly, resting his hand over yours. “Perhaps not stupid, perhaps merely.. human.”

A pause.

“Though I must admit,” he added, “I would prefer you remain in your current form. I enjoy holding your hand far too much to lose your fingers.”

You laughed into his coat.

“Me too, Malleus. Me too.”

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I need Malleus and Silver to have that sibling relationship.... You know the one, where the younger snitches on the older one because they're a little shit (yes I have younger siblings how could you tell)

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An attempt was made..

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Being normal about the game ❌❌❌

Shipping the dragon guy with every 3rd year (except Lilia) ✅✅✅✅

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Guys… I don’t think it’s a joke anymore

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The bride and ugly ass groom

I tried a new chibi style but mmm idk if I like it.

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HAPPY VALENTINE DAY

I’m alive I swear! Just been caught up with life and stuff… Anyway! Vilidia for Valentine’s cause it’s been a while and I missed drawing them yay

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as usual, click on the image for a higher quality

hold up. let me cook.

super hot & famous & successful celebrity and his cringefail loser bf.

(vil n idia individually under the cut).

date: 12/04/23

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Vil: Let’s talk about the nervous system

Idia: Actually, all my system are nervous

Idia: Especially around you

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(Part 1? lol)This got more ridiculous than I intended but here we are, a little rujinu aquarium date shenanigan inspired by @galaxyspeaking ‘s great aquarium date concept! I have a part 2 sketched out that’s more romantic and sappy but we’ll see if and when I get to it 🐠

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Diasomnia’s pretty neat I thinq