#🐾・/ rggie twst

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< event m.list┆when they spoil you

characters: idia, leona, vil

details: gn!reader / sfw, established relationship

idia shroud has madol to spare.

seriously. he has loads lying in his bank account, untouched. all he uses it for is games, merchandise, figurines and a plethora of charities he repeatedly saw ads for and couldn’t click off. he’s subscribed to so many things over the years, half of the time he doesn’t even know what his phone is billing him for. not that it really matters. to say there was ample room for him to spend more would be an understatement, but he had nothing (correction, nobody) at all to spend it on.

at least, until he met you. 

he’s (regrettably) played enough dating sims and watched enough shoujo romances to know about the different love languages. personally, he adores words of affirmation, lapping up your praise like some sort of starved kitten. (his ego is skyrocketing and it’s all your fault) but gift giving? now that’s his guilty pleasure. it’s quick, easy and an often wordless exchange, which was good for him! the less verbal mush he has to say, the better.

it starts off simple, just idia logging on to do your dailies whenever you’re busy. then, he’s buying you the monthly battle pass. and then, it’s the overpriced skin for a character you didn’t even care much for in the first place. before you know it, you’re that couple, notorious on video games… you know, the annoying ones with matching avatars and bios, with all the unnecessary assets that were locked behind a paywall. oh, the irony of it all. he used to hate those types!

you logged him into you favourite shopping apps, so if there’s something on your wishlist that exceeds your budget on a shopping spree, he’ll take care of it before you get the chance. every time you joke about him being your sugar daddy, (which is not true. he doesn’t even buy you things that often!) he says he’ll block you on everything. he never goes through with it, though.

idia is too shy to admit it, but there’s a small part of him that wishes to gift give more, solely because of your reaction — he can’t help it, the surprised pikachu-like expression and the way you throw your arms around him when he surprises you with something you’ve been eyeing gives him a serotonin boost! he’ll be giddy, practically hyper for the rest of the day, as though he’s on a sugar-rush… his brain just goes into overdrive and all he can think about is how he wants to hit replay and have you do it again over and over and over. he’s so touch starved.

you’re his first everything, so who can blame him for treating you? he still thinks you’re leagues ahead of him. so he’s not doing it to be cocky or make you feel guilty, he does it because the three words he tries so hard to say refuse to fall from his lips. his throat dries and his hands get clammy and his brain fails to form coherent thoughts whenever he attempts to tell you in person — but if you look closer, you’d find that it’s already been conveyed through his gifts: a non-verbal ‘i care about you’, ‘i want you to be happy’ and of course, ‘i love you.’

leona kingscholar is no stranger to expensive gifts.

being a prince, he’s had suitors from far and wide travel to present him with lavish things — and yet, he can only say a select few had no ulterior motive. thus, receiving gifts is something he brushes off quite easily.

when you shower him with the very thing he avoids, he doesn’t know what to make of it. do you want something from him? is that why you’re dating him? the worst part is he doesn’t voice his concerns at all, feigning indifference until ruggie pokes his nose into his business. “leona, what have you ever gotten for them?”

nothing. he’s gotten you nothing. he takes, takes, takes, and you’ve asked for nothing in return. not once has asked you if you wanted anything, too caught up in his own negativity — fuck. he’s not too good at this whole ‘boyfriend’ thing. leona realises that you’re not giving gifts because you want something out of him, you’re doing it because you love him, and simply want to see him happy.

very abruptly, he’s asking you about things you’ve had your eye on. wristwatches that are just wayyy too expensive for a regular student, or newly-released branded shoes that you know you can’t afford till they go on sale. you never really know if leona’s listening to your absent-minded rambles, so you pay no mind to his sudden curiosity. he’s always said he likes the sound of your voice, so you keep on talking.

“anything you’ve got your eye on?” he’s lounging on your thighs, eyes closed as you lace your fingers through his hair. “other than you?”

he glares at you. you laugh before responding properly, and he listens attentively (he always has) because he’s irritatingly enamoured (he always will be)

leona can tell when you get excited, ears twitching with the intonations of your voice, “there were these headphones i liked, and oh! also these sliders (…)” your candid response is almost amusing. you’re oblivious, completely unbeknownst to the wishlist in leona’s head that seems to grow longer, and longer, and longer…

your birthday this year will be a big one.

vil schoenheit ‘unintentionally’ spoils you.

like leona, vil has been recipient of gifts since the start of his career. whether it’s brand deals or romantic advancements, it’s all the same to him. that doesn’t mean the notion isn’t sweet!! and if it’s you gifting him something, it’s all the more sweeter.

that said, he makes sure to remind you that he doesn’t require gifts. your relationship is bolstered by the genuine trust you have in each other, so he doesn’t need flowery grand gestures — not that he won’t accept them, because he will! — but he’d rather not have you splurge on him when you still have a future to focus on. being goal driven himself, he’d rather you not get carried away.

“just focus on yourself. be selfish.” he tells you, but he struggles to do that himself.

okay, he doesn’t necessarily give you gifts. he just so happens to have things lying around that he doesn’t need anymore. shoes from partnerships he didn’t like, jewellery that’ll suit you better, or clothes that are so not his style are all sent straight to you. he has a surplus of things he doesn’t use, so why not give it away to someone who’d make better use of it? it’s not intentional or anything.

“stay still.” he’s got you sitting in his vanity chair as he kneels on the ground, knuckles grazing your skin as he fastens the clasp of a silver bracelet on your wrist. “vil, when did you buy this?”

“i didn’t. it was free. magicam promo.” that’s what he claims, but you know better. of course you do, when you were the one sitting across from him one week ago as he mulled over purchasing the exact same thing.

so maybe he’s a liar. he does spoil you. he does it all the time. but his school performance hasn’t been hindered, and neither has yours, so… just let him carry on.

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< event m.list ┆ texting your boyfriends “they’re busy”

characters: ace, epel, sebek, jack, deuce / gn!reader

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things they do during the ‘honeymoon phase’

characters: idia shroud, malleus draconia, vil schoenheit

summary: little things they start to do in the early stages of your relationship.

cw: gn!reader, fluff, sfw, vil does your makeup

idia gets into your interests

“you know that game you like? it’s actually… alright.” idia says out of the blue, last word enunciated slowly as though he had been mulling over his word choice. he actually enjoyed the game very much, but he wasn’t going to tell you that—choosing to feign nonchalance, doing finger pushups against his desk in an attempt to look somewhat occupied.

you can’t help but beam. “you actually played it?!” you’re leaning in so, so close to him, the apples of his cheeks instantly grow rosy and he finds himself looking anywhere but your bright, hopeful eyes. he was the making you this happy? just by playing a game? (he decides this expression was one he wanted to see more often—if he could bring himself to look your way, that is.)

“w-well i didn’t get too far but from where i was, the lore seems interesting and the characters are cute, and…” he pauses, sneaking a glance at you. you’re hanging onto his every word, urging him to keep rambling on. “the graphics are cool too. i guess.” he internally facepalms. he should shut up. why did you care so much about his opinion, anyway?

“just give me your game id so i can add you–” idia’s mid-sentence when his words are cut off by a whisper of thanks and an odd, feverish sensation on his right cheek that ends faster than he can process. he short-circuits.

if his face had been flushed before, he’s certain his hair is now a similar shade, blue ends blossoming into dahlia pink as his breath hitches, heart thrumming against his chest rather suddenly.

“hh… it was nothing really. i mean, i guess it was pretty easy for a pro like me.” you were doing wonders for his ego. he’s baring his teeth, flashing his wide signature smile before his lips ghost over yours apprehensively.

“i-if i played more, would you kiss me again?”

malleus ensures your safety

“you really don’t have to walk me home!” you’re flailing your arms about a little helplessly as he meets your stride with a chuckle.

“but i want to. it’s also night-time.” he reminds you, ignoring the fact that you’re in a boarding school with sufficient security, and also had his retainers trailing after you, currently hiding in the bushes in an attempt to be somewhat inconspicuous. “making sure that you get home safe eases my worries considerably.”

well, when he puts it like that… you don’t have the heart to deny him.

as your shoulders bump, malleus wonders how your hands would feel in his. were you the type to intertwine fingers when holding hands, or did simply having one hand rest on top of another suffice? were your hands smaller, or bigger? his digits brush against your own, but retract themselves just as fast.

the action doesn’t go unnoticed. even after putting a label on your relationship, he’d still be hesitant initiating any sort of skin-ship. it’s as though he expects you to cower and shy away, when all you want to do is revel in his affection. so you stop walking.

malleus, lost in his own thoughts, continues on ahead, and you bite your tongue trying not to snicker when he finally breaks out of his reverie to see you’re no longer by his side. he beckons you over, forehead wrinkling slightly as he huffs and juts his lips out into a pout. cute. “what are you doing?”

“mal, we’re dating. you can hold my hand, you know.” surveying his tentative demeanour, you add: “it’d make me feel more secure if you did.”

“oh.” his pout is replaced by a coy smile as you meet his side once again.

“if that’s how you feel,” he squeezes your hand, swinging it back and forth before raising it with childlike awe. he’s brimming with unfathomable tenderness as you lock eyes; you match his expression, teetering between bashfulness and contentment. “then we should’ve done this sooner.”

vil listens your criticisms

“–and so i just told him straight: if that’s the role i’m going to be offered, then i’ll take my leave.” vil finishes his rant as you hum in acknowledgment, eyes closed as you try your best to stay still. he’s putting some sort of powder all over your face, and you resist the urge to scrunch your nose at the ticklish sensation of brush hairs flicking across your profile. “i can imagine how you strutted out.” you giggle.

though your eyes are closed, you know he’s rolling his eyes at your remark as he holds your shoulder firmly to stop it from moving with the tremors of your laugh. “well? what would you have done?”

you’re silent for a couple beats, pursing your lips in contemplation. “i suppose i would’ve tried to compromise. i think you should’ve asked about other roles instead of leaving right away when you didn’t get what you wanted.” the room seems to still, and you feel like retracting your words when he doesn’t reply immediately. “vil?”

“you’re right.” other than rook, you were the only one brave enough to talk to him straightforwardly, lacking any semblance of falsity. “i think i needed to hear that.” vil carries on working away, spraying you with something you only recently learned (courtesy of him, of course) was ‘setting spray’. an odd, guttural noise comes from your boyfriend’s throat—you’re not sure if that’s a particularly positive or negative sign. “you can open your eyes.”

adjusting to the sudden brightness, you blink thrice before peering at yourself in the vanity mirror. “so? am i beautiful now?” you tease light-heartedly, posing as he pulls you into taking a quick selfie before pocketing his phone again.

he admires your sanguine features and his hard work, feeling a smile tug against the corners of his lips; he lets it grow wide, because he supposes there’s no need to play pretend. you always see right through him anyway. he presses a kiss to your nose, careful not to smudge the silvery highlight on it’s tip. “you’re already beautiful.”

he likes you so much it’s detestable.

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when you ignore the first-years

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when you ignore the second-years | prev. kalim, azul & riddle

jamil viper, silver

ruggie bucchi

floyd leech

jade leech (he’s teasing you.)

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“let’s break up” with the housewardens

characters: leona, malleus, idia, vil, azul. likes and rbs are appreciated!!

summary: a heated argument leads to the housewardens genuinely hurting you ￫ a break up : requested by @diavolosbaby

cw: gn!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, unedited

leona kingscholar ┊ won’t relinquish his pride

“let’s just break up,” you say, standing at the edge of his bed. “if you’re not going to even try and apologise, let’s just end this now.”

in times long gone by you’d be laughing together fervently, bodies tangled between those same sheets, faces so close that your noses would bump and your breaths were shared. now, his bed is neatly made. had ruggie been in this morning, or had he done it himself?

leona peeks a single eye open in a languid manner, staring you down as though he were sussing something out about you before closing them again, barely stirring, brooding. “fine.” he croaks, voice raspy from lack of use, forcing impassivity as his tail thrashes against his headboard displaying quite the opposite. “end whatever the hell we are, then.”

your eyes begin to pool as your hands ball into fists, clenching the hem of your sleeves. he couldn’t even say a simple ‘i’m sorry.’ “you’re pathetic, leona.” the ugly feelings are seeping out as tears and cutting words: “you’re a coward.”

leona is used to chagrin, he’s used to fear and he’s used to hatred from others—but when it’s you, when it’s your voice that speaks to him so cold and contemptuously—something shifts in his core. it’s when you’re already out of earshot he sits himself up with some sort of newfound epiphany, the words you had been waiting for all this time finally running off at the mouth.

“i’m sorry,” he calls after you, “i’m sorry—” but he knows he’s too late.

malleus draconia ┊ can’t forgive himself

there’s a point in every unsalvageable relationship where both know it’s over. you had been clinging to a semblance, an empty shell of a relationship for much too long; the absence of communication forcing your relationship into a strained stalemate.

he knows what you’re going to say before you open your mouth, eyes forlorn, cast downwards, devoid their usual shine. “you are breaking up with me, aren’t you.” (it’s less of a question and more of a determiner.) what once was a blue sky thunders with ferocity at your answer, or the lack thereof.

“i never intended to hurt you. i would move heaven and earth for you. i wouldn’t ever dare—” but he did. he was the architect of his own destruction. the argument had been stupid in the first place—he should’ve kept his childish emotions at bay but instead he raised his voice at you. “i love you.” he tells you not because he’s trying to make you stay, but simply because it’s true, meekly reaching for your hand, slender fingers intertwining with yours loosely before moving to his sides again. his yearning for you is timeless: absolute, unwavering and unconditional. even so, you won’t meet his gaze anymore, and he wracks with devastation.

“but i understand.” the horizon is suddenly overcast with a murky grey. you know that shade as regret. (malleus loves you, and he will continue to love you, that was beyond doubt—but he can no longer love himself.)

idia shroud ┊ refuses to face reality

“i think we should…” you falter, struggling to find the right words, letting them drown into the whirs of idia’s pc fan. “i don’t want to do this anymore. us.”

idia’s shoulders sag as he nibbles his bottom lip. “what?” he’s writhing in his seat, vision blurring as he grips onto his controller, pressing down the buttons till they’re jammed. he can’t focus on anything else but the fact that you don’t want to be with him anymore, that he’s crossed the line, that he’s hurt you beyond repair. this relationship isn’t something that can be replayed, it never was—so maybe he shouldn’t have treated it as such.

his voice becomes a few octaves higher, panicked. “b-but we were doing--… we were doing fine..! the arguments-- the things i said, i-i didn’t mean them, any of it, you know that!” his speed picks up as he continues, as though he’s trying to fit everything he can muster into a short time frame.

“idia, we have to stop pretending.” you hold him firmly in place, to stop him from hyperventilating on the spot, speaking over his hurried, ceaseless pleas for forgiveness. “you have to stop pretending. the things you said hurt me. you can’t just take them back.”

he falls silent until you’re at the doorway. when he speaks again his voice is merely a whisper, so small and unsteady you can barely comprehend it. when you do, you become choked.

idia clings on because he doesn’t know how to let go. “please, don’t leave me.”

vil schoenheit ┊ acts until the curtain falls

if vil notices the dried tear stains that left blotches on your cheeks, he doesn’t mention it. or maybe he didn’t care enough anymore. you pull him away from his peers in the film studies club and for the first time in what may have been weeks, vil’s attention is solely on you. he smiles at you and you know it’s not genuine; attempting to do the same, you feign the experience of the actor before you. “vil, we should stop seeing each other.”

“are you doing this right here? do i have a say in this matter at all?” he’s smiling with his teeth now, tight-lipped, though keeping it in place is so, so painful. “you’re just going to make this decision for both of us?” when you nod your head, vil no longer bothers to keep up appearances. his smile drops. he’s co-starred in enough coming-of-age romances to know where this leads. he knows what will become of your relationship. “whatever i said to you before-” he’s reaching out to caress you but you catch his hand, stony faced.

“save it vil. you went too far. we’re finished.” there’s no trace of warmth in your tone. he takes you in properly, noticing your red-rimmed eyes and disheveled state. he knows that that he’s the one to blame for it—the taste of guilt is sour on his tongue. you look defeated, and vil feels his own eyes sting as he takes a step back. he can’t make a rebuttal because he knows you’re right. all he can do is watch you leave. he can’t get a hold of himself, a little faint—he was a mockery of an actor, and made a mockery of a good boyfriend.

he shouts your name, a fruitless final attempt to make things right. you don’t turn once.

azul ashengrotto ┊ loses his voice

“it’s over.” you say, plain as it is, but to the point. you no longer have the energy to sugarcoat things. azul freezes at his desk, pen falling out of his hands and dropping to the floor with a small ‘thud.’ he had seen it coming, just not so soon. he needed more time to prepare, to try and stop the inevitable… but this had been premeditated. your relationship had overrun it’s due course.

he’s pushing away the negative, self-depreciative thoughts that flood his mind (he doesn’t have the time to think selfishly right now. not when he might lose you), immediately rising from his seat to stand in front of you. he hopes you can’t see the frantic shaking of his hands. “please don’t say that.” it takes everything in him to not let himself break, voice wobbling as he cups your face, looking directly at you. “we can talk, we can find a solution—”

“we’ve been talking. all we do is disagree. this isn’t a problem you can solve by using a contract or some crappy bargain. i’m not one of your customers.” taken aback by your sudden outburst, his eyes widen, brimming with tears abruptly. “i’m done with you, and this.” you gesture to his office, years worth of his hard work, peeling him off you. he’s scrambling his thoughts together to form a sentence, mouth hung open, but nothing comes. has he lost the ability to speak altogether? he wants to tell you to stay, but his jaw screws shut again. why can’t he speak? is this a curse? why won’t his voice come out when he so badly needs it to?

he feels himself shatter.

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when you ignore them but you’re actually upset. ￩ p.1 p.2

characters: azul, riddle, malleus

summary: you ignore the housewardens, but it’s not a joke, or a trend. you’re actually upset | requested by anon, sequel to this!

cw: mild language, sfw, a little bit of hurt/comfort, crack & fluff, established relationship, gn! reader.

azul ashengrotto

• azul is trying to act unfazed, looking at the situation from an unbiased viewpoint—but his emotions get the best of him. he’s criticising himself for not being aware of your emotions. he’s your boyfriend, for crying out loud! had he been too engrossed in work? he thinks he’s hiding it well, but the tweels have had ENOUGH of seeing their housewarden slumped over his desk. jade threatens to overthrow him while he’s in a ‘weakened state’. and as for floyd … there’s only one way he knows how to fix this.

• violence!!!! well, he’s not physically injuring you; he comes close to it, though, hurling basketballs in your direction. fortunately, he seems to miss every time he aims. you’re not sure if he’s doing that intentionally or not. and maybe maybe violence is the answer, because floyd has you storming into azul’s office, the eels on your trail not far behind you—bullseye!—floyd finally hits you slam bang in the back of your head, knocking you right into a very flustered azul’s arms.

• you guys can make up after you make sure the common enemy (floyd) is on toilet cleaning duty for a month. azul promises he’ll treat you for putting up with his antics. whatever drink you want, on the house. want him to cook you something? he’s on it. mostro lounge is a free-real-estate for you and only you. so trust him when he says he’ll do better. he’ll try to open up. all the gritty, embarrassing sides to him that he buried under sand years ago; he’ll start digging, and lay them out for you to see. just promise not to judge him too harshly, okay?

riddle rosehearts

• i’m not saying it’s a good thing, but this is honestly humbling for him. he approaches you to ask if you want to go to tea with him, only for you to turn around and leave before he can open his mouth! the audacity???! ace is wheezing, finding the situation hilarious, so riddle thinks it’s prank. until he takes a good look at your expression, and realises it isn’t.

• everyone is absolutely flabbergasted when riddle gets shouted at for daydreaming in potionology class. darn, he was thinking about you!! how dare you cross his mind! riddle is incredibly red-faced, on the verge of tears ashamed. he realises that this is not good for you or him. he wonders if your grades are slipping, or if you’ve been doing your homework, or if—okay, he’s had enough. he will make things right.

• riddle is a try hard. he aims for only the best in everything he does; he can’t settle for anything less. it’s something that’s been drilled into him. so he’s certain he’ll give you the best apology because he loves you, and thinks you also deserve the best. he’s asking you to still consider his offer (you know, the tea) with his arms folded across his chest, cheeks puffed like an angry chipmunk. if you say yes, it’ll be the best tea party you’ve had in your life. he’s written a script for his apology and he’s reading it out, trying his best to not let his voice shake. please enjoy yourself.

malleus draconia

• oh boy. you’re upset, he’s upset, the whole of diasomnia are upset. there are literal storm clouds above his head. sebek cries for him. silver’s awkwardly coaxing ice-cream into his mouth. lilia will ask malleus if he’s ok and he’ll laugh, say something corny like “ha! i would be a fool to let this distress me.” whilst exploding his phone into smithereens, clearly distressed.

• once he’s alone, he’s like like (ಡ‸ಡ)… behold, a troubled malleus draconia. he really hurt you, and that really hurts him. the diasomnia boys are lost. they have no choice but to threaten you. but if that makes you even more upset, and malleus finds out?? people in a 10 meter radius of him better watch out. it becomes a tongue twister: diasomnia are mad at you, he’s mad at them, and you’re mad at him.

• he’s messaging you off lilia’s phone like a child with a crush, and if you don’t reply? he’s sending emails to your school email like they’re love letters. you fear the teacher’s reactions when they see your inbox. if you continue to ignore him, he’ll simply teleport to you as soon as he can to apologise for his and his attendants’ behaviour. he’s never felt this way about someone before, so they’re quick to protect him even when he’s the one in the wrong. for the sake of everyone’s sanity, let him into your heart again.

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twst boys as babysitters

characters: leona kingscholar, malleus draconia, vil schoenheit

summary: cheka comes to visit leona! instead of being a responsible adult, leona throws the burden onto you … and the poor unfortunate soul that happened to be with you at the time. tldr; twst boys as babysitters

cw: established relationship, gn!reader, crack & fluff, sfw. not proof read. wc: 1.5k+

leona kingscholar

“oi, herbivore. got you something.” leona calls, dragging his feet into your room, hands hidden behind his back. “early birthday present. keep this one forever.”

oh dear

now you’re no stranger to receiving gifts from your boyfriend (though he won’t admit that he likes to spoil you) but something about his tone makes you worry.

surprise!!!! he raises cheka above his head, who squeals with delight at the motion, making grabby hands when he sees you. you’re his favourite person after his uncle leona, after all!

cue a moment of silence … you’re staring at leona, he’s staring at you … and cheka … is still raised in the air.

“leona, stop dumping things on me all the time.”

“but he likes you. take care of him for me.” which actually means ‘he’s disturbing my sleep and i need to get him off my back.’

you refuse, obviously, and propose that the pair of you babysit together. you’re meeting him halfway.

leona agrees too quickly. perhaps he wants to spend time with you—and okay, maybe he missed cheka too. the little brat.

there is something so endearing about the way leona interacts with his nephew

leona, who has an abundance of smarts and strength, is nothing more but a flickering candlelight when put against the blazing fire that is cheka kingscholar.

his power knows no bounds.

if you’re stuck with these two, expect a lot of play-fights

leona complains and verbalises very often how annoying it is, yet never bothers to physically remove cheka off him. he simply takes the hits, feigning pain afterwards.

“that really hurt. i’m tired now.” leona, be for real. just admit you’re a softie

but beware. if he’s in the mood, he might fight back. and leona shows NO mercy.

it doesn’t matter that cheka is a child! he’s preparing him for the REAL world

oh boy, here come the crocodile tears

when cheka is tired out, it’s time for leona’s favourite time of the day.

no, not lunch time, nap time!!!!

you know the saying two’s company, three’s a crowd? you’re spooning on a bed that’s definitely not made for three.

leona’s arms are strung loosely around your waist, his head in the nook of your neck

cheka is curled up in a little ball against your chest

it’s kind-of a squeeze, but it’s also comforting, their soft snores filling the otherwise quiet room

until cheka wakes up again, and this time he has his eyes on another opponent.

you.

malleus draconia

you’re trying to introduce malleus to your favourite shows, and he’s slowly getting into them as well

in fact, maybe he’s teleported outside your door in order to find out what happens in the next episode of the said show, and not because he wants to be with you.

he rings the door once, then twice, then thrice, but you don’t show up

he knows you’re a busy person, so he tries his hardest to be patient. either way, he’s certain he’d wait eons for you if that’s what you asked him to do.

when you turn up with leona’s nephew in his hands, he …

well, he doesn’t do anything at all, actually

he doesn’t even ask about it. you guys just carry on and sit in ramshackle as if everything is normal.

like hello???? are we going to address the furball other than grim in the room or not?

cheka: *scratching malleus’ horns like they’re ears*

malleus: ???? This Is Fine.

the truth is he’s scared

he’s malleus draconia, a fae feared by all—rendered immobile by a child attempting to swing from his horns.

you’re shocked he’s just letting it happen… he’s just sitting staring at the tv screen as if nothing is bothering him, but his whole body is visibly tense.

cheka is a talkative kid, and malleus is fascinating to him, so he just has so many questions! “why are you so tall?” “are you really a fairy?” “why don’t you look like the ones in storybooks?” “are your horns even real?”

“i don’t know. why don’t you check for me?” it’s an invitation for cheka to go wild, to do as he pleases

except malleus is NOT smiling, so it goes unnoticed

cheka is like :3 and malleus is like : |

malleus doesn’t want to scare the cub away, he wants to chat with him! he wants to play!!!

but he lacks the verbal skills to communicate properly

he thinks back to silver as a young boy and finds a way to keep cheka entertained

“little lion, would you like to spar?”

malleus, no!!!!???

silver may have been training at a young age, but this is different. he was not raised by two fae.

despite your desperate pleas, cheka agrees.

malleus is grinning, a rare sight—its giddy and goofy and so youthful, you don’t have the heart to stop them

they sit crossed-legged on your bed with spoons for swords, violently clashing against each other

malleus is REALLY serious about it, though. he’s smiling, but he’s also teaching cheka at the same time

“good one.” “this is your opponents’ blind spot.” “you should try this on your uncle leona.”

oh.

you’re starting to think he’s doing this purposely.

but this is the most fun you’ve seen him have in a while, so you suppose leona will just have to pay the price of leaving cheka in your care.

vil schoenheit

why on earth is leona’s nephew sitting in pomefiore’s lounge, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed?

he has half the mind to curse out leona next time he sees the beastman, but then you appear behind him.

his frown and his thoughts falter a little. (his lips subconsciously pull upwards into a smile whenever he’s around you. it really is a bother that he cannot control his emotions better, considering he’s an actor.)

“did you bring him here?” he points at cheka, tone accusatory, but lacking any real bite.

all he wanted was to spend time with you. now he’s plagued by some child who didn’t even know the basic instruction ‘sit.’

upon closer inspection, he shrieks and moves backwards from cheka quickly.

“prefect, where are his shoes??”

“…”

you’re joking, right? please tell him you’re joking.

“so you’ve been having him walk around OUTSIDE barefoot?”

“he’s just … one with nature!” you laugh lightly to quell his anger.

he is not laughing. not this time.

Mother Nature may be smiling down on Cheka, but Vil Schoenheit is not.

his feet. his feet.

those feet have been walking all over the school, who-knows-where, and now they were padding across his previously immaculate carpet. holy seven, he thinks he sees the shape of a foot-print staining the floor already.

that’s it. it’s bath time, he declares, demanding you to swoop the child into your arms and follow him as fast as you can to the en-suite bathroom in his dorm room.

it’s already a battle alone trying to get cheka into the bathtub. cheka hates water, mewing, thrashing his body about and scrunching his nose like a bratty kitten.

but fear not. you’re lucky your boyfriend vil is an esteemed warrior in the sense that he has had plenty experience getting messy kids to behave (*cough*, epel)

get your tickets for Queen vs. Future King Of Sunset Savanna NOW!!! they’re going at it like it’s wordstar

once he’s in the bathtub, things are a lot more calm.

vil is … surprisingly sweet? his voice is gentle and soothing as he works away humming to a tune you’re unfamiliar with, assuring you that you can sit back and relax.

you’ve never seen him interact with children before, but you realise he acts as he does with everything else he cares about—practical and meticulous—although he can be harsh at times, he has good intent.

perhaps it’s the atmosphere of being around someone so young rubbing off on him, but he’s a tad playful, styling cheka’s hair in funny ways with shampoo. at one point cheka’s hair stands so tall above his head, it may rival malleus’ height. just kidding, but you get the point.

afterwards, he lets cheka use his favourite scented creams, as a reward for being good. the plethora of items displayed on his vanity was more than enough to make anybody with a penchant for self-care jealous.

cheka is overjoyed, his sense of smell heightened compared to you and vil, who were only human. the different scents around him are stimulating; he’s content having vil place pea-sized pumps of cream in the palms of his hand.

“smell.” vil orders. he waits for an opinion: “smells fruity, like oranges!” which is about as much descriptive lingo a five year-old can muster up before repeating the process all over again.

you had to stop cheka from trying to eat vil’s products several times

“yes, it smells like summer fruits with a dash of honey drizzled over and a side of fat-free greek yogurt, but it doesn’t taste like it!”

to anyone else it may have seemed quite strange, but to them, it was exciting.

at the end of the day, vil may not have edible treats to give to cheka, or the will to play-fight, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care.

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[rggie]

when you ignore them but you’re actually upset. p.1 p.2 ￫

characters: leona, kalim, vil, idia

summary: you ignore the housewardens, but it’s not a joke, or a trend. you’re actually upset. | requested by anon, sequel to this!

cw: mild language, sfw, a little bit of hurt/comfort, crack & fluff, established relationship, gn! reader. wc: 550+

leona kingscholar

• if you’re ignoring him, and you’re actually upset?? i suggest to go into hiding instead. a search party of beastmen are already looking for you regardless of whether you’re mad at him or at something else. you forced yourself into his life, so now he’s going to force himself into yours. that’s fair, right? he misses your presence. he’s really worried but at the same time he won’t approach you straight away because he’s stubborn. he’s frustrated, but not with you!! he’s mad at himself for upsetting you. ends up taking the anger out on random dorm members. glaring at everyone like (≖､≖╬)

• jack, genuinely confused: leona’s angry? isn’t that just his normal face?

• as soon as you both agree to talk his scowl is no more. his anger? dissipated! just like that! so please talk to him. he’ll even make the first move. when it comes to comforting he’s a man of few words—he says what he needs to, no beating around the bush. he’s nudging your arm, a silent request to touch you before grabbing your hands (his are clammy. he was anxious, don’t mention it otherwise he WILL walk away.) to take you somewhere secluded so you can make up cuddle the bad feelings away.

kalim al asim

• at first, he doesn’t even realise you’re ignoring him. he literally just thinks you’re busy, so he’s just peachy ^_^ until jamil asks if the two of you are arguing. his smile falls, and jamil regrets everything instantly. kalim, now tearful: “oh no. are we??”

• he thinks he’s neglecting you. he might fly over on his magic carpet in the middle of the night to apologise dramatically, waking everyone in the vicinity up. crowley starts fake sobbing into a tissue, lamenting how it’s the most romantic thing he’s lived to experience before giving you a detention mercilessly.

• if he can’t find you, or you refuse to talk to him, you might find him sleeping outside your dorm … he doesn’t wanna intrude, but he also wants to make sure you’re okay, so this is as close as he’ll get! jamil is not pleased. why do they have to camp outside now? he hates bugs.

vil schoenheit

• you’re seriously mad at him?? it’s not a joke? he doesn’t even know why you’re ignoring him. to be quite frank, he’s offended. so he ignores you. his logic is: “it’s not ignoring if we’re both doing it. it’s just a mutual agreement to not talk.”

• thinks you want something. “is it the jade roller?” no vil, it’s not the goddamn jade roller!

• things stay silent on both sides, until epel points out he’s snappier than usual. he caves in. he wants to talk to you again. if you refuse to see him, rook might end up sending arrows to your window to get your attention. (vil did not order him to do that, rook did it of his own volition). when you finally speak to him, he’s shocked to hear himself apologising first. the words just tumble right out of his mouth. please don’t question his behaviour as he fusses over you. have you been crying? your eyes are reddened and glossy. vil is immediately coddling you. all whilst he has a stress induced break-out that he’ll definitely blame you for the next day.

idia shroud

• his initial reaction when you brush past his tablet is: wtf??? lol. maybe you didn’t see him. he gets ortho to adjust his position and honestly, you’re a funny sight to see, having a robo-boy and a tablet trail behind you. he realises you’re ignoring him pretty fast after that, and is so ashamed the tablet switches off. goes to his priv twitter to cry about it (he has to softblock you)

• he’s overthinking. he’s probably sent you about 50 messages on imessage, he’s pinged you on discord and he’s currently checking your activity status on your favourite game. are you AFK-ing irl? then he gets embarrassed at his own texts and deletes some, but then he worries that you think he thinks he doesn’t care, and—oh no, was the wholesome meme he just sent outdated?!! do you hate him now?? he blames himself really badly. starts biting his fingernails anxiously. ortho forces him to venture out, find you and apologise. because he misses you, too! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

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[rggie]

< event m.list┆inside their phones

characters: vil, leona, cater

details: gn!reader / i forgot to verify vil sorry T-T

﹫cater diamond

the cringiest but sweetest boyfriend ever. I’M SORRY he’s trying to be the boy of your dreams but he’s flopping. he loves u so much though, so ignore how cheesy he is and appreciate that he’s gotten into all your favourite music artists :(

he adds a gazillion heart emojis by your contact name and it changes everyday because he can’t stick with one

he may be cringe but he is free

anyone who follows him on any sort of social media groans whenever he posts. it’s 99% of the time going to be him gushing about you. at least half of the school know how in love he is with you — his highlights on magicam can attest to that…

he’s the type of guy to share how long your facetime calls are with everyone (they last HOURS.. sometimes you guys don’t even talk, you just like being in each other’s presence. you’re too lazy to go see each other in person)

overall an amazing boyfriend, always making sure you know you’re loved. please do the same for him too!! you know, for when he feels a little low.

﹫ vil schoenheit

subtly flaunts your relationship but nobody knows who you are. it’s like the world’s biggest mystery. “Who Is Dating Vil Schoenheit?” trends online every few weeks

he’s gatekeeping you but he’s also showing you off?? like??? brags about you on his story but doesn’t say enough for anyone to connect the dots

if you eventually make it to his magicam page, just know you have won at life. this will be your biggest accomplishment. he’ll be super serious about the whole situation, since he’s exposing your relationship to a ton of fans; he doesn’t want you to feel overwhelmed or pressured by the exposure

he might start managing your social media account as well. you both have matching themes <3

﹫ leona kingscholar

leona does not use social media.

he’s just terrible with a phone overall, he forgets he has it on him and you guys miss each others’ calls. prefers when you’re with him in person because he can’t use these stupid apps!

in fact, he only made a magicam account so you could tag him in your posts.

people keep thinking you’re single, he got irritated

he also finds himself stalking your page every week or so because he’s wondering why he’s never seen any of these photos you’ve been posting??

and who on earth is taking these photos of you? why isn’t he the cameraman?

denies that he stalks your page even though you’re certain he has post notifications on because he’s always first like. (he doesn’t know any other magicam function)

once you let him on your phone and he accidentally started a live

he was half-asleep and shirtless. he couldn’t find the end live button so he switched off your phone and threw it. it was the talk of the school for a LONG time

trivial things like magicam are just a waste of time for him, he’d rather not

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[rggie]

when you ignore them. p.2

characters: azul, malleus, riddle

summary: you ignore the housewardens. p.1

cw: mild language, sfw, a little bit of hurt/comfort, crack & fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader

azul ashengrotto

malleus draconia

riddle rosehearts

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[rggie]

when you ignore them. p.1

characters: leona, kalim, vil, idia

summary: you ignore the housewardens. p.2

leona kingscholar

kalim al asim

vil schoenheit

idia shroud

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[rggie]

second-years as school crushes

characters: azul, ruggie, riddle, silver

summary: as title states, the boys as school/college crushes… inspired by some real crushes i’ve had

cw: gn!reader, sfw, fluff, unedited. modern!au. 1k+ words

azul ashengrotto

the academic rival. he always had to have the higher grade, even if it was by a single percent. you got 98% on your last exam? you can’t celebrate, because azul got 100%

your teachers are always poking fun at your academic rivalry. they ship you. “stop flirting!” “we aren’t sir, this is simply a heated argument between intellectuals!!!!”

the whole class know about it too. the incessant comments after either of you raise a hand, the shared looks across the classroom...everyone rolls their eyes when you’re against each other in a debate because it’s likely the lesson will go overtime.

it irritates you how you cannot best him in anything, and how he still flashes you that same annoyingly charming smile each time you clash. you’re just waiting for the moment where you finally outclass him… and you do. except it doesn’t feel as rewarding you hoped it would feel.

you’re both in different gym / p.e classes, but your teachers decide it’d be a fun activity to get both groups together for a game of cricket.

strangely, azul was quiet. he didn’t greet with you a snide remark. he didn’t spare you a single glance. instead, he stayed huddled in the corner of the field, scratching at his arm anxiously. you can’t help but wonder what’s wrong. not that you’re worrying about him

after a failed attempt of bargaining with a stubborn teammate, azul had to bat. you were pitching, so you were against each other as usual.

you’ve never seen someone fail at hitting so badly. everyone is laughing and the gymbros are yelling at him to run, so he does, but it’s honestly more like stumbling, and oh. he’s running in the wrong direction. towards you.

his cheeks are flushed beet red (due to embarrassment or breathlessness, you didn’t know) he doesn’t ever meet your eyes properly again. he stops teasing you, too.

is it wrong that you miss it?

ruggie bucchi

food hogger. this guy always, without fail has some sort of food on him. you see him in the morning? toast in his mouth. midday? two donuts. even in class, he’s snacking, not even trying to hide how obvious it is with the loud smack of his lips and happy hums right in your ear.

it’s worse because he sits right next to you, and he doesn’t even offer to share. this boy is greedy, teasing you and taunting you by waving a chocolate bar in your face only to open it and plop it into his own mouth with a cackle.

at lunchtime, you’ll see him skipping the line using the excuse that he’s friends with some popular third-year. you’ll be seconds away from getting the last cookie and all of a sudden ruggie swoops in, claiming that this friend of his wants it. (if that was true, why did you see him eating it minutes later?)

as annoying as he is though, sometimes—and only sometimes!—he’s alright. when there’s days you’re feeling down, or when you don’t do well on a test, you’ll find a snack in your seat. the same treat you know he buys. it’s a silent way of comforting you without outwardly saying it. he likes you because you don’t snitch on him, and you like him because he’s funny, despite his loud chewing.

sadly, he’s just too busy for anything real to develop. you don’t know what he does in his free time, but he’s always running around. you suppose it’s none of your business, and before you can ask anyway, you’re assigned a new seat-mate.

riddle rosehearts

goodie-two-shoes. you’ve never seen someone who’s as much as a stickler for the rules as he is.

now you’re not necessarily a bad student, but this guy makes you feel as though you are. if you’re chewing gum in class, beware. don’t let riddle catch you otherwise you’re taking a trip to the trash can before he can raise his hand and tell on you.

he’s not only a snitch, but also thinks he’s right all the time. you feel a headache coming on with all his yammering.

he reminds the teachers about homework, even when he knows you haven’t done it. and then blames it on your incapability to manage time well.

the one time he forgets his homework, you almost want to tell on him, but he looks so pitiful you can’t. he’s on the verge of tears, talking about ‘handing himself in’ as though he were a criminal. you sigh and tell him he can copy.

at first, he refuses, but as the day drawls on he finds you at lunch and sits next to you for your answers. everyone is surprised at his actions, and he seems surprised at himself too, a constant pink tint all over his cheeks. you have to actually teach him how to copy properly: “no, don’t copy this word for word. and yes, i promise this is correct.”

you can tell how guilty he feels and reassure him that it seriously isn’t the end of the world. the next morning, you find your favourite drink on your table. his behaviour becomes more mellow with you after that. he scolds you lightly, tutting quietly when having to fix your collar. he’s almost sweet—

but he’s still a snitch.

silver

you’re certain he could sleep anywhere.

the first time you met, he was in a deep slumber, lightly snoring with his head planted in a study guide. afraid he’d get caught, you start placing a book in front of him to cover the fact he’s sleeping from the teacher. it ends up becoming part of your routine.

you’re not sure he even notices you’ve been doing it, but you don’t mind. silver is super sweet, always collecting worksheets for you and putting it on your desk, saving you the trip, or offering you snacks in class when you’re hungry. he smells of comforter and fresh laundry—honestly, his presence alone makes you feel lethargic yourself.

you muster up enough courage up to ask if he’s getting enough sleep. you’d be more than happy to help him out, recommending coffee or melatonin gummies, but he tells you it’s just something he’s always dealt with, that frustratingly will not go away.

you now try to make sure he doesn’t fall asleep in class, conversing with him more or poking him gently with your pen. for that he’s grateful, being sure to return the gesture when you’re tired. (but if you’re super exhausted, he’ll let you sleep, making sure you’re as comfortable as you can be.)

some mornings, he even buys you a warm drink alongside his coffee… well, it wouldn’t be for you if silver had remembered to give it to the person he had intended it for, the name malleus draconia scrawled across the cup, printed very clearly.

you have no idea who malleus draconia is, but you hope he doesn’t mind you stealing his latte & his silver-haired friend for a while.

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[rggie]

diasomnia as royal au tropes

characters: silver, malleus, sebek, lilia

cw: gn!reader, royal!au, angst, fluff, arranged marriage, unedited.

notes: this is just silly brainrot after rewatching barbie mvs. likes and reblogs are appreciated!!!

silver ⇾ the knight

“your highness, we must make haste!” silver bursts into your room at the edge of night, shaking you awake with concerning urgency as shouts and screams echo around the castle walls in a resounding cacophony. you’re barely rousing from your slumber as he ushers some sort of footwear on you in an arduous manner, grabbing your hand firmly. “i’ll escort you to safety--the castle has been invaded! come, quickly!”

when your homeland is overthrown by another kingdom and the the people of your country revolt against you, silver, your most valiant knight, is the only one who stands firmly by your side.

your footsteps are silent, running through the halls; his steps are clanky and armour-clad, leading the opposing-side straight to you. they have the advantage in numbers—you know that silver can’t combat them all.

blade drawn across his chest, silver demands for you to leave him behind. you know that is not a request, but an order—the first one he has ever made. even being the most esteemed chevalier in your ranks, he has never asked for anything of the royal family, content with silently fuffiling his role. there’s a sort of inconsolable pain that comes with knowing this was the only thing he’d ever ask of you, but the decision was final. you must go. his earnest expression tells you he won’t change his mind.

you could never doubt where silver’s faith lay. it was and always would be with you. that fact need not be uttered, for it was expressed with his actions. even now, he not once let any foe lay a hand on you; silver was the epitome of resolute and devoted, from the very beginning till the very end.

(when he battles to the brink of exhaustion and takes the final blows all in your stead, silver thinks back to the warmth you had given him. it’s only then that he realises the loyalty he pledged to you felt a lot more like love.)

“no matter who it is against you, or what it is you’re facing, i will forever stand by your side. that is my oath to you.”

malleus draconia ⇾ a loveless royal marriage

“happy anniversary, your excellency!” there’s cheers from all of those residing in the manor. malleus entwines his fingers with yours, squeezing it slightly, the affectionate gesture just enough to satisfy his grandmother and the other guests. once they are pleased with the act, he searches for some sort of joy in your eyes—but there is nothing. the people were congratulating a sham.

malleus doesn’t dare to look at you for too long, because it’s plain to see you’re devoid of life. you don’t love him. he knows you don’t love him. this arrangement killed the person he fell in love with years ago. he can’t recall the last time he’s heard you laugh genuinely, doubling over with endearing crinkles in the corners of of eyes and hands on your knees to steady yourself—you were so carefree. he wishes he had gotten a portrait done so he could remind himself of what you used to be, and not what you are now.

there are so many guests, people you recognise and people you do not, bounding up to the two of you to give you gifts and blessings. you’re giving non-convincing smiles as you chatter, shaking hands and receiving hugs. you don’t want this. you don’t want to be here.

maybe malleus notices your discomfort, as his hand hovers over the midsection of your back. it never touches.

he knows you are not happy. that’s why he pretends to not see the absence of a wedding band on your left-finger, the love letters addressed to another prince, and your hushed preparations at midnight to run away. (it’s ludicrous how the closer you get to leaving him, the more lively you become. you are coming back, you are blooming, but not under his touch—under somebody else’s.)

perhaps your new lover is louder, brighter and sunnier, all attributes he lacks. perhaps he should stop looking for excuses to help him loathe himself less. you and malleus were just not made for each other, and that was that.

“if i cannot make you happy, then i shan’t bind you to me any longer. go, and do not return.”

sebek zigvolt ⇾ a royal rivalry

“why aren’t you dancing? can’t you find a suitor? or did you fail your ballroom lessons? how pitiable. did you not pay attention? in my family--” sebek cocks a brow haughtily as though his mouth wasn’t half-stuffed with sweets. in spite of his discourtesy, he still carried an incorrigible regal air about himself. you grit your teeth. “do you ever shut up? nobody has asked me yet..”

sebek has been your rival since birth—the bane of your existence. both of your kingdoms are close allies, meaning you’re plagued by his endless chatter more than you’d like to be. everything is always has to be a competition between you both—he never misses a chance to remind you of his ‘fae descended’ bloodline that somehow makes him superior to you.

usually, you expect him to yell as soon as he sees you, but he’s oddly quiet. after your last exchange of words, green irises train on those participating in ongoing slow-dance, and then on you. he seems to be insinuating something, but you’re not sure what he wants out of you; you wonder if he’s sizing you up, or comparing heights.

when he instead leans forwards and extends his hand, your breath hitches. what in the world is he doing?! you feel eyes burn into your back—people were staring! you shoot him a quizzical look, but his expression is stiff, slightly rosy, focused on you only. his hand waits for you to take it. “well i-i suppose i can spare the likes of you a dance.”

you scowl—but even as you do, you put your hand in his. if you weren’t in such utter shock, you’d laugh at the audacity of him of all people being your partner for the night. you’re suddenly picking up on things you’ve never noticed about him before: the green embellishments on his suit compliment his hair well… and oh, he does look better with his hair down, and…

he was your enemy, so why did he suddenly seem so… charming?

“are you leading or am i? …huh? you dare question my dancing ability? i’ll have you know, i had LESSONS!”

lilia vanrouge ⇾ forbidden love

you peer outside your bedroom window. he’s there again—the enigma of a bard who comes to play tunes for the royal family. as if he could feel your eyes on him, he looks right in your direction with a knowing smile—flustered, heart thrumming against your chest, you draw your curtains shut. your family think he’s here to play for everyone, but you know better. he’s here for you.

you’d spend every night before lilia arrived sleepless, waiting upon his arrival. his songs were ballads of worlds you never got to see, and never would be able to experience. you would hang onto his every word, head rested on his laps as he sung away. you’d be scolded for getting too close by others, but he didn’t seem to mind… so again, you’re quick to rush to his side today, keeping an amiable distance in front of your guards.

his voice is spirituous and unlike anything you’d ever heard before, laced with a certain edge you couldn’t get enough of; you’re certain he must be a wizard enchanting you. how else could you have fallen so fast? was it his eloquence, or his youthfulness that contrasts his extensive historical knowledge, or his archaic way of attempting to court you? you supposed it didn’t matter. all you knew was that your entire being was entranced by this strange fleeting sensation.

you sneak him away from prying eyes as soon as you can, and he teases you: “aren’t you greedy, wanting me all to yourself?” taking your hand and pressing chaste kisses to the back of it. the thrill of trying to not get caught spurs him on, and the sheepish look on your face and tremor of your stuttering as he renders you speechless is a plus.

you have been unsure of yourself your whole life, not knowing if the roadmap you had laid out for you was the one you truly desired—but this was the one thing you’re certain about. you must see this man again. (even if it means going against orders and sneaking out, even if it brings your family shame, even if you find out you’re not special to him in the end.)

when you tell him such, he throws his head back in a fit of giggles. you truly believe he embodies temptation, drawing you inwards—you can’t resist it!! he thinks you’re so cute, with your bashful expression and all, as he taps your nose thrice and pinches your cheek with gleeful adoration.

“you would really risk it all just to see me? i might serenade you on the spot.”

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[rggie]

TRACK [ 06 ] he’s good. he’s really good.

⭒ wc: 1k

“that was our last song, everyone!” kalim calls out to the crowd, receiving disappointed whines in return. you can easily make out cries of ‘don’t go!’ and ‘please stay!’ and ‘awww!’ from the audience before cater blows a kiss in their direction.

“this has been my favourite audience by far. don’t you agree, lils?” lightsticks—your group’s lightsticks—are raised immediately with the prompt, waving frantically and desperately. your stomach turns at the sight.

so much for fan loyalty.

lilia feigns something akin to ‘youthfulness’ as he cups his own cheeks and grins. “definitely, cater. i could just eat all of them right up!”

the vampire-like noirette wastes no time in savouring his last moments onstage by cooing to a group of fangirls in the front row. he’s pulling out all the stops: baring his fangs, batting his doe eyes, whispering sweet nothings. you swear you can feel the ground rumble beneath your feet with ardent intensity as high-pitched squeals fill the venue for the umpteenth time that night.

oh please, give me a break.

your audiences were usually more on the tame side, so to see the same people practically bursting into tears over simple fanservice has your jaw dropping. you should be getting ready to go up there yourself.

and yet, your eyes are still trained on kalim.

neither google images, nor the photos on social media did him justice. he was beautiful, but not in the way that you’d describe idols like vil. it was his sincerity that left your cheeks warm. from the crinkles in the corners of his eyes as he smiled leading fan waves or the remnants of laughter in his voice as he sung — it caught you off guard — so genuine, so endearing, but vexing all the same.

to say it was uncommon to see someone in this industry not having any sort of stage persona would be an understatement. perhaps that’s what puts TWIST3D aside from idols like yourself. their authenticity makes them stand out; they were just being themselves, so maybe that’s why the audience felt closer to them.

i mean, how could you expect regular people to relate to you when your whole image isn’t even truly you, but a meticulously crafted mask?

the blunders kalim made onstage are overridden by his infectious joy. he was having fun, and that zest oozed from him, influencing the audience. “you guys will keep an eye on TWISTED, won’t you?” there’s a slight pause, before screaming ensues, louder than before.

perhaps the hype was finally getting to you, because you have half the mind to start cheering for him too.

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azul, who had been silent throughout the whole gig, utters a tirade of furious curses as he barges into your dressing room. “did you see that??! did you see those guys?”

nodding wordlessly, unfazed as ever, you peer into your vanity mirror one last time.

“i knew it. i knew they’d be trouble. i told you they’d be the next big thing.” footsteps click from one side of the room to the other. “i’m afraid you’ve been outclassed by the epitome of sunshine.” he paces back and forth, muttering under his breath.

“you don’t bother sugarcoating things, do you, ‘zul?”

“i would, but you know me well enough to see through my lies.”

you figure he’s also experiencing the same epiphany as you. it was a tough pill to swallow: kalim was good. kalim was really good.

thinking back to the things you had said about him a few days ago, (that he was just a trust fund baby, that he leeched off his parent’s money and reputation for success…) you realise they were all lies stemmed from your putrid, childish envy. pieces of your trained composure break away as you sink into your seat. despite being an amateur, he was virtually at the same level as you, with the capacity to reach higher.

his immeasurable dancing ability and abundance of energy could attest to that.

you don’t have time to dwell on much more as a knock on your door breaks you right out of your self-depreciative stupor, causing you to shoot up out of your seat stiffly.

“hey, y/n? you’re up in 5!”

you can count the number of times you’ve heard kalim’s merry voice on just one hand, but it already feels too familiar. a glutinous guilt overcomes you, wringing you dry, tightening your throat and rendering you speechless. how could you face him after being so awful?

“hellooo…? y/n, are you in there?”

his words hang heavy in the air when nobody answers, so azul moves for you, seizing your hand and pushing you towards the door. “azul! what—?”

‘you promised you’d talk to him.’ he mouths at you, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger. azul did not take the act of breaking promises lightly. he’d been like this for as long as you could remember.

you internally implode, averting your body from his direction. ‘i didn’t!’

‘open. the. door.’

shaking your head vigorously, you hold your hand over the handle in order to stop him from reaching for it. azul deadpans, bristling at your idiocy before pressing your hand down so the door clicks ajar. light from the hallway seeps through the gap into your slightly dim room; for a few silent beats, nothing happens.

shuffling forwards, you peep your head outside, surveying the right side of the hall. you can’t see any sign of kalim at all.

maybe he’s gone.

you let out a sigh of relief, allowing your shoulders to slump a little. you turn to your left, only to see garnet-red eyes inches away from your face—

“HI!”

“holy shit!”

—you’re barrelling into kalim with shock, unable to ease your fall as he grabs onto the crown of your head hastily in a attempt to protect it from hitting the wooden floor.

your faces collide.

light me up, kalim al asim [ idol!au ]

synopsis: you and neige under the group name SNOW reign supreme in the idol world. what happens when kalim, a newly-debuted rookie knocks you off your high horse—and to make things worse—becomes infatuated with you?

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TRACK [ 05 ] can we be friends?

light me up, kalim al asim [ idol!au ]

synopsis: you and neige under the group name SNOW reign supreme in the idol world. what happens when kalim, a newly-debuted rookie knocks you off your high horse—and to make things worse—becomes infatuated with you?

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notes: and now i work on requests and work out </3 so hard to use emojis i personally don’t use but ik neige and kalim are “🥹” users

taglist: @shichijouu @strwbrry-cke @yoyoyokalim @bimboing @vievi @alatuskaleidos @aikochan4859 @enqy @venusflwers @kreldeprince @dizzy-days @flannn @jjellyz @h0n3ysgh0st