#Azul promised Jamil that they would never want for everything and meant It

[poisoned-pearls]

sims building got me thinking abt my twst fankids so NAMI CONTENT TIMEEE

(also, for clarity, dada refers to Azul, baba refers to Jamil, and dad/father refers to either of them)

Nami always had many homes. Her dada’s apartment in the middle of the city, her baba’s constantly changing locations, (often a much smaller apartment)

but her favorite as a child was the countryside. She remembers the story of why her father bought it in the first place. Her uncle, Jade, lived in the property next door, and immediately alerted azul the moment it went up on sale. Primarily because he wanted access to the properties sprawling hillside and creek access, a treasure trove for the mushrooms he favored so much.

nevertheless. Her father bought it. Something about a business opportunity. She doesn’t remember the details. She does remember the first time she saw it, however.

her baba had suprised her at school, picking her up days earlier than he was supposed to be back. Her father always had done this, traveling far and wide for a month or two at a time, before returning home for the same amount of time. She’d go with him sometimes too, seeing over twenty different cities and countries by the time she was 6. She doesn’t remember most of it, sure, but the photos prove she’s been.

the car ride had been considerably longer than usual. He told her about how ‘her father had made an impulsive purchase’ and how they were going to check it out. When she’d asked why, he’d simply responded with “Because your father is an idiot.” (He often did that. Referred to his husband as “her father” whenever he did something he deemed unintelligent. Like she was the one who picked him out and not he.)

And oh. It was love at first sight. The house was overgrown with ivy and flowers she couldn’t name, unruly rose bushes grown far too big to be reasonable, and utterly gorgeous. She loved it.

She dragged her father by his hand inside, who found it rather humorous that a eight year old was utterly enchanted by a rather old, slightly decrepit house.

then she saw it.

the study.

Walls to walls of large bookshelves, left full by the previous owners. The curtains were large and heavy, covering a fancy window that looked right out into the once manicured backyard.

Once Jamil saw how much she had fallen in love with the building, he called off any of the plans Azul had for it.

It became a summerhouse, of sorts. The ocean was a mile behind the property, and with only some slightly underhanded techniques, Azul and Jade gained access to a backroad that could take them there.

She’d stay in that study for hours, reading every book she could dig up. History, Dramas, classics, math, philosophy- it didn’t matter. She’d read what she’d could and make her fathers read what she couldn’t. She’d take her language lessons there, draw, play, hide.

She loved it. To her, that cottage was her house, her home.

[temiizpalace]

☆┊I SWEAR I ONLY FELL FOR YOU ON ACCIDENT..

SUMMARY: he never meant to develop feelings for you, and seven are these overwhelming feelings doing things to him.

CHARACTERS: leona, jade, jamil

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: cursing, CRINGE, spoilers for book 3!!!

ROMANTIC, PINING

NOTES: (kind of) based off this song + flustering boys who pretend to not be flustered ever + lyrics in fic not in order

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

🦁┊LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

“one time you crossed my mind and i promised id be careful”

he would have never expect his feelings to be like this after your first encounter.

the hostility he held towards you, he should’ve warded you away. yet you kept coming back. talking to him all buddy buddy.. it was admirable from the eyes of others. if he would’ve known better he would think you saw him as a large house cat (you do). well guess what, he ain’t.

at the start, he thought of you as nothing but a huge nuisance and thorn in his side in this already bothersome school. but after seeing your courageous news during azul’s overblot, he’s got a newfound respect for ya.

everything was fine from then. you’d bother him occasionally, and he’d allow you to bask in his presence. what? did you expect something else? well you’re wrong. but these moments have kickstarted some brand new fantasies for our beloved prince to indulge in.

it started off normally, he’s napping peacefully as you read a book next to him, giving him an occasional glance or two before focusing on the piece of literature in your hands. as we know, dreams can range in a wide variety of things. some can be absolutely blissful, some are really random, and others are just straight up nightmares!!

now, leona had no idea where to classify this one.

he walks into his room after finishing some duties concerning the kingdoms wellbeing.. being king is no easy task. “back already? that was quick.” your voice rang in his ears as he tossed the choking royal garbs to the side, making way to curl up in your lap. “can’t stand these people..” he murmured into your stomach, making you smile. you play with his hair, making an occasional braid or two before pausing. “hmph, why’d ya stop?” you lift his chin, looking him in the eyes. “i’m helping you de-stress.” suddenly, he feels pulled closer to your face, your lips barely ghosting each other til finally—

leona sits up quickly in a sweat, startling you as he emerged from the ground. what the fuuuucckkkk was that????? “ah, leona? are you okay?” you ask, concerned as to how quick he was to wake up. usually it’d take 10 minutes to get him out of a daze! “fine.” he grunts, getting up and walking towards the mirror hall.

“uhh, where ya going?” no response. he seemed grumpy, but you had no idea why. did you do something? nahhh, probably just typical leona. ..right?

you’ve noticed he’s been avoiding you a lot more lately. he will not respond when you say hi to him in the halls, will just up and leave if you see him in the botanical gardens, and will walk in the opposite direction of you just so you don’t have to cross paths.

now you’re concerned. was he mad at you? to put it simply, yes and no. yes because why are you occurring in his dreams???? are you crazy???? smh. get out. he’s the one dreaming but ok

yet no because, he’s no fool. he knows when he’s in love and unfortunately for him, this is love. you don’t understand how much he’s tossing and turning in his room because literally every gap in his head is filled up with thoughts of you, how much this aggravates him because he can’t get adequate amounts of sleep anymore. your fault!!!

he wanted to avoid you like the plague for at least a month to let these feelings wash over, but to no avail. someone just kill him and bury the body he’s hopeless. he cannot wait to be found six feet underground because feeling like this for a magicless human was the last thing he wanted.

that’s it, he’s never gonna tell ya. ever. just him and his thoughts. yep. mhm. yeah.. you’d look really nice in formal attire—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

he wants to scream but the best he can do is make a cringing face. how the hell do you make him so sappy??? this love stuff stinks… how could you do this to him?

🐬┊JADE LEECH

“one spark, you jump my heart and i feel it beating faster. yeah, it’s too late, im not ashamed.”

ah, love. something jade believed he’d never experience.

from the moment his eyes met yours, he’s always felt a twisting feeling in his chest. how peculiar.. to be fair, from afar you were quite bland to him. just another pawn and source of intel.

but then word began to get out you stopped two overblots, catching his interest. really? a magicless human? now he’s just dying to meet you.. and thank the seven he did. you had him the moment you spoke, your voice causing his heartbeat to speed up rapidly.

after azul’s overblot, though? jade is nothing but head over heels for you. without shame. he’s practically glued to your side, walking you to and from classes almost every day without fail, somehow always being your waiter whenever you ate at the mostro lounge, always having a hand on your back or shoulder.. huh.

it’s clear to anyone with half a brain that the leech twin definitely saw you more than merchandise, making them even more afraid to speak with you! whenever you were jade was like 2 feet behind.

only recently have you started to notice this. so, you’ll do what any normal person would do. ask him about it!

“hey, jade.” the eel-mer looks at you, an eyebrow raised with a polite smile. “is something the matter, prefect?” he asks, his demeanor the same as ever. “just wondering, but why’re you always around me? im not annoyed or anything! just.. just curious.” you stated quite bluntly, catching the boy off guard.

you could’ve sworn you saw him freeze with eyes wide, but the ability he has to rebuild his facade was impeccable. he pretends to think about it holding his chin before chuckling. “i suppose.. i just enjoy your company.” he smiles as you suddenly feel like an arrow was shot riiigghhttt through your heart.

“haha, really?” you laugh nervously, feeling the heat in your face flush to your cheeks as he stared you down with glee. before jade was able to respond, he was cut off by the sudden sincerity in your voice. “i enjoy your company too, jade.” you smile back at him, a sudden awkward silence falling before you.

“a-anyway, this is my class! gotta go! bye!” running inside the classroom, you try to hide the very obvious warmth in your face with your hands. THAT WAS SO CRINGE. IM FUCKED IM FUCKED IM FUCKED IM FUCKED. AAAGAGAGBABABAHAHAHAHAHA

this moment is going to haunt you for the rest of your life, you just know it. while you were dealing with the repercussions of the exchange, jade was in absolute heaven right now. his heartbeat was at an all time high, feeling nothing but sheer joy. falling for you was never his intention, but thank the seven he did.

the day passes by swiftly, nothing too out of the ordinary. as jade walks back to his dorm room, he flops onto his mattress face first into the pillows. an annoyed floyd looks at him with a disgusted expression, wishing this didn’t happen almost every day.

“yer so sappy, yknow that jade?” he grumbles, tossing a pillow at him with force. jade didnt care. it was worth it. all of it was worth it. falling in love with you was the best accident he’s ever made.

🐍┊JAMIL VIPER

“i’ll never see it coming but i know we’ll crash, cause when we’re with each other, yeah, we move too fast.”

kill him kill him kill him kill him kill him kill hi

those were the thoughts racing through jamil’s mind as you somehow convinced him to ride the magic carpet with you. what was he thinking??? he knows something is going to go terribly wrong whenever he’s with you.

not because of you (he hopes), but because of him! he’s a man who’s very meticulous about his work, making sure it’s done to absolute perfection. now, add you into the mix. it throws him horribly off.

when jamil first met you, he didn’t think much of it. you were a magicless human from another world. impressive that may be, that’s all you are. no major threat to kalim, so he’ll leave you be. then came the overblots.. you seemed more valuable than he originally thought.

then came his overblot. in all honesty, he hated you after that. or he thought he did. he always felt this burning sensation in his chest and this inexplainable image of you in his head nagging at him at any free chance he got! then came the scenarios.. domestic moments like brushing his hair, waking up next to each other, cooking meals for each other..

then he realized he fell into the deep end and fell in love with you. shit.

you treated him with such kindness! how didn’t he fall in love with you?? everything’s making his head hurt. the world must be upside down.

hearing kalim sing constant praise was nothing out of the ordinary, something he’s already grown used to and learned to despise. you on the other hand, your compliments send him to different universes. he swear fireworks get lit whenever you open your mouth and just explode all around him.

jamil’s behavior around you was a fairly noticeable difference to those close with him. he stuttered over his words, was a bit more expressive, and had a specific tone in his voice that seemed to be reserved for you. however, the most notable difference that almost anyone can see was the fact that THE jamil viper made a lot more accidents.

he seemed to embarrass himself every time he’s with you, but thank god you just shrug it off like nothing. screwing up was not something jamil EVER did before.. why must you ruin him like this? and these moments seem to just speed by, making it all seem like one huge fever dream that he just happens to remember. he hates it!

now, back to the present moment. he watches you sit onto the magic carpet, feeling the cold breeze in your hair due to the fact scarabia is much chillier during the night. he stares at you from the balcony, seeing as you turned back to smile at him. “you coming” you ask, watching him hesitate. “m-maybe i shouldn’t.. i must tend to kalim and—“

“do you trust me?” you ask, holding your hand out to him. he looks at you, taken aback by your sudden question. “what?” “do you trust me?” you repeat, a stern tone in your voice as you looked down at him with a certain gleam in your eyes that he just cannot resist. “..yes?”

jamil grabs your hand, pulling himself onto the carpet. the warmth from his palms spread throughout your entire body, suddenly regulating the your internal temperature. as you both kneeled on the carpet, your eyes met, staring into each other intensely. his hand subconsciously squeezes yours, holding to them for dear life, not wanting to let go.

while this was insanely romantic to you both, from outside perspective, it just looks like this 🧍‍♂️🧍

“ah, jamil, you’re squeezing my hand.” you laugh nervously, watching as the heat rises to his cheeks. “s-sorry. now then, shall we?” he clears his throat, sitting down properly before looking at you with a small smile. you can’t help but reciprocate, flashing him a grin before taking his hand again. “of course.”

before the carpet can take off into the clouds, cheering can be heard from inside scarabia halls.

it seemed kalim had a little.. arrangement for the both of you. jamil pulls his hood over his face in embarrassment as the carpet flies towards the glittering sky of stars, something both you and jamil can enjoy together.

A/N: jamil bias is EVIDENT (I kinda sorta didn’t go with the song that much and got carried away oopsies)

date published: 7/28/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[twistedmusings]

Wake Up From Your Dream

A/N: I don't even know what I can SAY to this one except...I think I was so angry at not writing that I wrote smut outta SPITE? Can I be so angry with myself that I write Malleus smut to just get something out there? I guess I can. Anyways this ask certainly let my imagination fly q wq

Warnings: Non-con making its way into dub-con, manipulation, impregnating sex and Malleus realizing that family is really important.

You needed to find your way back to Night Raven College.

It has been so long since you’ve been back there, laughing and walking around as if there was no trouble in the world. Nevermind that you weren’t anywhere close to home and nevermind that your family was seeking you out.

As long as there was a possibility of you finding your way home, you had pretended that everything was going to be alright.

You were still a stranger to this world, you had no ties to this world and there would be no reason for you to stay once Crowley found your way back home. It was wonderful making friends with such a variety of people and watching them all grow in their own way. The way you knew you would grow from this experience as well.

Watching Ace and Deuce really come into themselves and their Unique Magic, watching the dorm leaders step into their positions of power and truly start to make a name for themselves that would help them out in their own version of the ‘real’ world. Riddle had gotten a wonderful position befitting of his family name, Leona was actually graduating, Azul was said to open a Monstro Lounge in the Coral Sea while Kalim had started investing time in his father’s trade without having Jamil help him. Even Idia was starting to take strides in his own field!

And you were proudest of Malleus. One simple conversation outside of Ramshackle had turned into a friendship you thought you would never forget. It was so wonderful to see him interact more with students, shyly following after you as you pushed him to talk more to others despite his position. That was what college was for, right? To experience new things and find your future--

You just didn’t think that Malleus would take it that far.

Was it because he was spoiled? No, even though he was born in a monarchy he still did his best to remain kind to others, especially his subjects. You were sure he was going to make a kind king in the future, even if you never got to see with your own two eyes.

You pull the hood over your head as you enter a bath house, the fae receiving you with a curious look and a smile as you hand her 2000 madols.

“Will you be booking a room tonight as well?”

“Just a simple shower and bath, that is all.”

If you were to make a guess, you were in the borders of the Valley of Thorns, a more rural area compared to the now rather modernized capital. You had stolen enough money to get you by for a few trips and you knew that places like these were the best at getting you directions. It had been a bit of a grueling trip, testing your knowledge of the fae language as well as avoiding questions about who you were and why you so desperately needed to make your way back to such a prestigious college. In a sense, you kept it minimal.

You needed to get back home.

“It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. You’re fine.”

The mantra you kept repeating to yourself was whispered under your breath as you removed your articles of clothing slowly, still looking around to see if anybody had followed you in. But this is what was raising all of the hairs on your body, wasn’t it? This constant vigilance that didn’t let you sleep at night. You needed to relax, no one else would come this far.

You feel the fatigue melt as several days of walking are washed right off your body, a smile slowly creeping up on your face as you wash the dirt and oil from your hair.

It would be fine.

You would make it to Night Raven College and sneak into the Hall of Mirrors before wishing yourself back home. Crowley had said that they had pinned down the world you lived in and only after you make your wish would the connection be broken. This most likely meant that the connection was still intact since you didn’t even get a chance to to look at the mirror before you were whisked away.

Everything was going to work itself out, that’s the most you could promise yourself.

The bath is heavenly, the temperate water cooling you down from the hot shower as you look around.

There were no other patrons.

“Good.”

You lean back and press your head against a soft pillow of towels, enjoying the silence as you feel your worries soften while thinking back to what you would do when you were back home. It had been so long since you’ve seen some of your friends, your family was probably worried sick and you still had your own plans you wanted to get through.

If you had time, you could maybe drop by to see how your first year friends were doing?

Or were they in their third year now?

Wouldn’t that be a sight to see?

Your eyes close as you let yourself relax entirely, almost succumbing to sleep.

Only for a hand to grab your throat, the other covering your eyes as you hear a familiar chuckle that tenses your body up and breaks your heart.

“I am afraid we will have to postpone this shower.”

Tears well up in the corner of your eyes as you hear the sound of footsteps into the area, most likely the royal guard.

“Lilia--”

“You’d do well to stay put lest they chase after you.”

The hands covering your eyes pull back as you see a teasing smile looking down pitifully at your fresh set of tears.

“It has taken far too long to find you, Your Majesty.”

-----

“HUMAN!”

“[Y/N]-san!”

Lilia smiles as he leads you by the hand, the royal guard following close behind as Sebek and Silver join him.

“He might have already woken up, Father.”

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY YOUNG MASTER HAS GONE THROUGH?”

“Sebek.” Lilia looks at his charge, “Quiet. Malleus might still be sleeping.”

Silver takes one peek at you, trying to meet your gaze but pulling away when he sees that the veil Lilia had put on you is blocking anybody’s stares from seeing your face. In fact, the second in command had put you in one of the traditional outfits for fae royalty, complete with a light veil that flowed down from the silver circlet placed on your head.

“Excellent.”

Lilia turns his attention to you and laughs.

“He has been absolutely miserable since you left. It was quite a surprise to all of us when you managed to leave the palace walls. None of us thought that you had really done it, especially him, and it really was a hassle to search the palace up and down to see just where our little human had run off to.”

His voice drops to a whisper as he brings your hand up to his lips.

“I’ll make sure to punish you for that later.”

The older fae leads you along as you finally reach your destination, smiling as he knocks on large wooden doors while pushing you slightly to stand in front of everybody.

An answer he was going to get by the end of the night.

“Malleus.”

No answer. He tests the doors and nods when he sees they are unlocked, opening them as he leads you to step inside so that you both could see the figure drenched in moonlight, looking out the window as if awaiting for an answer.

Lilia waits for his other charge to say anything but shrugs as he looks at you with a smile and a bow.

“We are glad to have you back, Your Majesty.”

The door closes with a loud click as you turn your eyes to look up at the imposing figure, your nails digging into your fingertips enough to draw blood as you try to hold back from screaming and shouting at him to stop acting like such a child. Yet you do not wish to anger him, at least to save yourself from any sort of harsher punishment.

So instead you make your way over to the bed--

Only for the fae to turn around, grab your wrist and slam your back into the rough stone wall. Bright green eyes glare down at you as you wince in pain, still looking away from him but letting out a yelp when Malleus’s fingers grab your chin and force you to look at him in the eye.

“Why did you run?”

He really had no idea, did he?

“Because I don’t belong here--”

Malleus tightens his hold on your wrist.

“We’ve discussed this before, child of man, you belong here just like anybody else, you are my Queen--”

“Malleus wake UP!”

You push against his hold but the fae’s hold gets tighter, most likely leaving a mark. But that wouldn’t deter you, not anymore, you were going to tell him.

“I’m not from this world! Coming to Twisted Wonderland was just an accident! A stupid, stupid accident that no one bothered to fix! And just when we were close to making it right you---you--!”

Shit, you’re crying again.

“I have people waiting for me. Just like you had a family waiting for you. I came to the Valley of Thorns thinking that I was supporting you during your coronation but you just--made a decision entirely by yourself and announced me as yours! Why did you lie to me? To them?!”

Malleus’s hold softens as you finally let your tears flow freely, wishing to wipe them away only due to how weak they were making you look.

“...did you not say you loved me?”

“I did! I did but--Malleus after what you did I can’t--”

He lets go of your wrist only to cup your face as he leans down to press his lips on your cheek, his tongue licking up the warm tears as you grab hold of his wrists to try and push him away.

“Do you miss your family?”

You nod as he moves to kiss the corner of your eyes.

“More than anything…”

The dragon fae hums, letting his lips stay where they were a few seconds longer before chuckling as he pulls you close.

“I see--I really have been cruel to you, haven’t I?”

Your heart nearly leaps out of your throat at his words, hands clutching at his robes as you quickly nod. Maybe this was it, maybe it had taken you breaking down to let him see reason?

Please. Please!

“...A family.”

Malleus’s words are like dripped honey as a thought formed in his head, the thought taking shape and form as his hands clutched you tighter.

“Then we’ll just need to make a family of our own…”

-----

Hands clutch at his sheets as Malleus takes in the shape under him.

How beautiful could you be? How complex? To him it was as if not a day had passed since you first met. What had been mere curiosity had delved into deep affection and blossomed into a love that Malleus would only read about in fairytales. The sort of books that led him to believe in soulmates, in happily ever after’s and the possibility of spending the rest of your life with the one you loved.

And yes, you weren’t a fae, but the power of his magic was grand enough to keep you tied to him for the rest of eternity.

His lips can’t help but seek out yours as he thinks about how he is the one who will decide when you die.

This love hadn’t started out like this. What he felt for you had been a bit more relaxed, a lot softer and dreamier. You had confessed to him after his Overblot incident and he had gladly accepted your feelings. He was still keen on finding you a way home and promised himself to not let any moment be wasted in thinking how you soon would be far away from him.

Every day was spent happily with you, the rest of the school year flying by as you both enjoyed the time you still had together.

But Malleus was still a dragon at heart, a fae that yearned and longed to take and take.

So when thoughts about you leaving started to make their way to the forefront of his mind, not even your constant love and affection could keep him from his instincts.

You would leave him to go back to your world. Go back to the normal and the familiar. As you walked your path, you would eventually find someone that enchanted you the way he had, all ending with you walking down a beautiful aisle to your now beloved.

A person that wasn’t...him.

As the days of his third year started to run to a close, his hold on you had become a lot tighter, his kisses a lot more possessive and in the end he had invited you to watch his coronation as he entered his fourth and final year.

With his announcement of making you his Queen.

“Malleus! Please I can’t--I’m not ready--!”

He let Lilia make up some story about you not returning to Night Raven, fooling Crowley into believing that you had found your future in the Valley of Thorns with him. The announcement of you taking up the role of Queen had been surprising but Malleus had woven the story in such a way that there had been talks of having it printed for others to read.

It was a wonderful ending to your love story, you ending up in his arms. But something was missing…

Malleus was glad that you had given him the answer.

Both of your knees were on either side of his waist, your hands clutching at whatever they could as his cock buried itself deep into your cunt. The veil was long forgotten as his robes and your own are thrown carelessly around the room while you wail and scream at being broken into by such a thick length. The small sight of blood on his cock made Malleus smile as he pushed in further, the tightness that was pushing him back slowly opening up for him as he watched you do your best to fit him inside.

It would be fine, you would be fine.

With a growl he finally bottoms out, two hands holding your hips and forcing you down to take all of him as the tip of his cock pressed right under your womb--

He shivers as you tighten up again, leaning down to lick up the trail of tears on your cheek before eating up your tiny whimpers with a hungry kiss.

“Here...right here is where our family will start.”

A large hand takes yours as Malleus puts it right over the small bulge on your stomach, your eyes growing wide as you realize just how deep inside he is. He kisses you again, not daring to break away as he lets a trail of saliva dangle from his lips to yours, the clear liquid disappearing into your mouth as your body relaxed and your eyes grew hazy.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

It was a simple question, but your brain seemed muddled from his kiss. Dragons tended to excrete a certain liquid as they got ready to mate, the experience painful even within his own species but being eased with the help of saliva, sweat or cum.

And with the way he was pressed against you, his sweat matted on your skin as he let more of his spit drip down his tongue and onto yours...surely the answer would come the more you two worked to start your family.

Malleus hardly gave you any time to recover as he started to move, his eyes entranced with the way he disappeared into you with each thrust. Your mind was still muddled but your body was already eagerly accepting him, your legs wrapping around him slowly before locking him in place as he repeated the question.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

You open your mouth but the only word that comes out is a plea for him to go faster.

Which Malleus gladly listens to.

It didn’t take long for him to start pounding into you at a brutal pace, every thrust having the tip of his cock slamming against your womb as your toes curled from the pleasure of taking him so deep. His cock disappeared inside your tiny cunt, shaft now coated not just with blood but with your arousal as well. The bed creaked in protest while the sounds of the bed frame hitting the wall helped him keep time, Malleus leaning back down to kiss you again as your lips this time part eagerly and sucked on his tongue while your hands clutched his shoulders and horns.

Cries turned into happy moans, your sad and abandoned look now one of pure ecstasy as your pussy flutters and tightens around him, pushing him to go harder and harder so he could---!

“[Y/N]--!”

Your legs close tighter around him as you bury your face on the crook of his neck, your orgasm being ripped from you unexpectedly as Malleus halted his movements with a stiff body. He drops his head on your shoulder as your legs keep him in place.

“Malleus...ah--!”

He groans as he paints the inside of your walls white, the warmth of his cum filling your womb to the point that what you hadn’t taken merely dripped out onto the now stained sheets. Malleus lifts his head to look down at you, smiling as he sees your eyes staring up at him eagerly despite how much you had protested before.

“A family…”

You smile as Malleus nods, your hands going all the way to your stomach as you feel the warmth start to twist your brain even more.

“A family with you…how wonderful…”

Arms wrap around him as Malleus kisses a trail from your shoulder to your lips. He just needed to ask you one last time.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

With a hum, your answer is whispered into his ear as Malleus closes his eyes as he realizes that this is where his happily ever after would finally start.

“I love you Malleus, more than anything else.”

[the-crows-typist]

Hi Lemilia-senpai! Can i ask for a romantic and fluffy ficlet with Silver and a fem crush with the word “cooking” please? Thank you!

Good day, I’m back. Work has been kicking my ass but hopefully I get to the full swing of things as the year progresses. Please enjoy this fic with some hints of familial and romantic love.

Word count: 4,735 

The Possibilites are Endless

“I want to make you proud.”

Silver’s family was among the fae, it had always been, and despite being the only human many did not hesitate to show affection towards him.  Try as he may, Silver had no memory of his youth before Lilia took him in though the old man did say he smelled of charred wood when he found him but that was all he could surmise. Malleus, another boy Llia raised into adulthood, looked after him and another boy, Sebek. Their lives were relatively easy but it came with the promise and training to become Malleus’ royal guards

Silver had a knack of roaming the halls alone when he wasn’t studying or practicing swordsmanship. He liked to trail the smell of the kitchen; the staff were nice to him and since he didn’t pose much trouble, they allowed him to look through their work station granted he doesn’t touch anything hot. The soft creaking of the door and pattering of feet would always be acknowledged by the chefs before they went back to work.

Ever the curious boy he was, he walked up to the one of the stations with his nose smelling salt, pepper, and thyme. His eyes would sparkle at the cooking materials before him, palms almost itching to grab it.

His small hands reached for a hammer, one made of wood and had spiked endings. He looked up at the sound of laughter, the chef smile down at him after cutting crosses into the meat he was preparing. “Interested in that?” Silver was inclined to put it back before it was lifted out of his hold with magic. “This is a meat tenderizer, it helps you make the meat softer before cooking.”

“What happens if you don’t hammer it?” Silver tipped his toes, looking at the raw meat seasoned with spices that tickled his nose.

“It’ll be tough to chew,” The chef let the hammer float out his hands, hovering over the peace of meat to beat it with hard slaps. “Why don’t you sit down over there and I’ll make you a snack and then you’ll see the difference.”

He sat obediently on a stool, watching the chef get to work with the many spices and herbs that he smelled that sizzled with the meat. Yes, he had enjoyed the luxury of his new life under the fae but it wasn’t always this comforting or relaxing. Malleus and Lilia were often busy and Sebek…While Sebek was fun to play with, his loud personality often made Silver exhausted.

“Can I help?”

There was a beat of hesitation and the drop of the shoulders that he had seen almost familiarity “When you’re able to handle the hammer with magic.” The chef smiled at him again but Silver already knew what that meant. What he could handle was different from people like Lilia could handle.

His look was dejected but it was something he was used to hearing. The limits of those of the fae and humans were vastly different and their treatment of him was a testament to that; always protected and never seeing the front, always staying behind and never someone’s side. The silence was deafening and his eyelids grew heavy, slipping into a sleep he didn’t want to go into. A dream begets one’s deepest desires, a long yearning for something so awaited for so long. He dreamed of standing next to someone, their cloak fluttering in the wind.

Ah, yes…This is what he wanted the most.

Perhaps one day, he’ll stand side by side with someone. Someday…

His eyes opened, the apple tree lending light to him from the small crevices and holes formed by leaves and branches. Riddle sat next to him, sweaty from their previous ordeal. They had cooked so much meals that day that the ghosts had asked them to take a break.

“Heat doesn’t affect us,” Said the head chef. “The students are not yet accustomed to the kitchen so it’s best to let them rest.” His head craned to Riddle and Silver. “A good thirty minutes will do.”

“Hm,” Riddle leaned his head against the bark. “The next judges are Jamil, Vil and Malleus…They’re the hardest trio to please.” Silver grimaced, first a dream that bore into his heart then having to face Malleus? Talk about bad timing. “What are we cooking this time?” Silver asks.

“Beef stew.”

There was a grimacing from both of them and Silver pushed himself off the ground. “The sooner we finish this, the better.” Offering his hand to Riddle, he pulled his classmate from the grass. “Please don’t hesitate to tell me when I’m dozing off this time.” The redhead let out a small laugh, remembering the moment Silver fell asleep while stirring some ingredients. “I will.”

The two walked back to the kitchen sharing a brief silence together, “Do you…” Silver began. “Do you often doubt your abilities?” Riddle tilted his head before Silver explained once more. “What I mean is that you question if you’re really as strong as people say you are…Or something like that.”

“I do. Many times.” Their walk slowed and Riddle looks at his pen, its pristine gem clear and pure of the ink that once dwelled within it. “Even after I became the dorm leader, I always do. My magic cancels out others, yes, people often think that my magic is the strongest they’ve seen but in reality, it’s rigid and stiff and above all, conditional.”

There was a look of remembrance in his face and Riddle sighed, pocketing his pen neatly onto his uniform. “People like Leona, Azul and all others after me hold magic far greater than what I can ever hope to achieve. I have moments when I think of myself as not being strong enough, being bitter about what I can’t do.”

Silver sighs, perhaps he shouldn’t have asked but seeing Riddle suddenly smile made him pause. “But that also means that even I have a long way to go in perfecting my magic.”

“And what better way to improve than by improving one’s talent in cooking?” Riddle’s smile was sweet and Silver couldn’t help but return it. “That’s right.”

“Ah, but…I should really get used to cutting onions.”

“You’ll get them right, eventually.”

The three judges took their seats. Silver closed his eyes, holding the meat tenderizer tightly in his hand. The presence of someone he wanted to impress wasn’t doing wonders for his insides.

Vil pulled him seat closer, eyeing Riddle with a smirk. He had been a judge in the past along with Jamil. “We’ll be in your care.” Vil says. “As far as charred remains go, I expect a lovely dish. Perhaps control the fire you use this time.” There was a noise of embarrassment and Riddle pouted. “I…I have improved my craft with Silver,” His goes back to his dignified pose, of that of a king, “I will not serve food that isn’t up to your standards.”

A huffing laughter and Vil leaned back on his seat. “Make my taste buds sing, Queen of Hearts.” Malleus regarded the two with a calculated gaze. “How is Silver in all this?” He asked his junior, Riddle had just taken out some garlic, onion and potatoes while Silver went to the back to prepare the meat, clearly not wanting to look but listening to Riddle’s criticisms.

“He has done well with a few close calls.” Riddle explained. “I cannot say for certain which of us is doing the best since I have resigned myself from that thinking. This event isn’t to see who cooks better but to teach those who want to know the craft.”

Malleus chuckles and Riddle lets him go on his way. “Then he is in good hands. I shall look forward to your creations, Rosehearts, Silver.”

Jamil looked to his side, eyes wide suddenly. “I didn’t you were coming along, prefect.” You came in with a camera and some notepads in your hands, it was clear that you rushed your way to the building. “I have to record this moment for the school newspaper.”

You waved at Silver and gave you a smile in return. While your appearance in Night Raven was sudden, you and Silver had grown close quickly and often joining each other for lunch or spending time together after school. Your presence was calming him but also an indicator that he should do well.

“Just act like I’m not here.” You ready your camera and took a shot.

Jamil’s eyes looked at how they worked through the kitchen, so far so good in terms of food prep. Riddle was meticulous with handling the knife…Though he needed some time to perfect cutting onions without crying. He can’t blame him, he had the same problem when he was starting out. The meat tenderizer hit the raw meat a few times before being cut into small pieces.

Silver seemed to have prior knowledge to cooking and he was faring out better than Riddle. The smell of garlic, onion, carrots and potato mixed together perfectly. So far, so good. It wasn’t long for you to kneel beside him to take a picture of the cooking area from a different angle. “I think they’re doing well. No bad fires or anything!” You whispered to Jamil and he only shrugged his shoulders.

“Indeed.” Jamil leaned back on his seat. “Silver and you hang out together often, correct?”

“Yup, during lunch times mostly.”

Jamil nodded his head. “Then you’ll be able to see what I’m seeing in a clearer light.” A wave of confusion washes over you and you look onto Silver without the eyes of a photographer. His eyes determined yet his shoulders tight and rigid, those shaking hands handling equipment flimsily.

“It’s only proper that you put good posture into everything you do,” Jamil lectured. “In cooking it is a necessity, no less. And while I understand he wants to do his best given the leader of his dorm will be a judge …” He placed a hand on his chin in thought.

“You think this behavior runs deeper, is that it?”

Jamil smiled at you, shrugging his shoulders. You set your camera on the table, letting your knees rest. “Silver doesn’t talk much about his dorm.” You explain. “He feels that he doesn’t need to…But out of the group he’s always with, he tries the hardest.”

Silver sets the meat and cut vegetables into a pressure cooker. “The hardest?” You look down at your feet, your memories filing to the days he chose to be vulnerable around you. It was under one of the apple trees.

“When you’re different, you do what it takes to belong. While I have been reminded time and time again that it isn’t needed…” His eyes are downcast, staring into nothing; a big sigh lets his shoulders grow and recede. “It’s harder to keep trying when the difference is so obvious.”

Jamil is silent and so were you. The pressure cooker had been set and the waiting game began, Riddle was quick to shake Silver out of what might have been a sleeping spell. “Silver’s strength is immense and his skills make him almost a danger to those who try threaten the people he loves,”

“I just wish he wouldn’t be so hard on himself.” The camera was pulled to your chest, you expression worrisome.

Jamil looks down, almost feeling guilty for prying. “I’m sorry I asked.”

“You didn’t know.” You reassured him.

The judging round was tense for both Silver and Riddle, the three students in front of them had the most refined palates in the entire school. The plates were shaking in their hands, Riddle handing one plate to Jamil then to Vil and leaving Silver to Malleus.

The flash of the camera made everything hazy, suddenly the sound of silence was too deafening. The plate rattled in his grip.

He needed to do well. He must do everything well.

“Silver?”

He closed his eyes and breathing deeply. There was anticipation and then concern as he tittered over.

“Silver.”

The light headedness was gripping him and he was swaying, he couldn’t breathe properly.

“Silver!”

The plate shatters when it slipped out of his hands and Silver goes down to the ground with a loud thud, a collective gasp runs silences the entire room. You and Riddle bolt, taking Silver up in your arms and pulled him up from the hot mess of ceramic and spilled food. He was blinking wildly, only coming into consciousness seconds later.

He sees the mess, he sees his own legs sprawled on the floor with his head reeling in confusion and fear. Then he looks up at Malleus whose green eyes bore an expression he couldn’t understand in all the panic that rose within him.

All the words said to him were things he couldn’t hear in the strong beat that rattled in his ears. Malleus blinked, a hand reaching out to him with lips speaking but couldn’t be head. “Silver, are you—?” Silver gets up and immediately runs out of the building, pushing you and Riddle aside.  

“He’s not answering his phone.” You say, pulling the receiver off your ear. The mess had already been cleaned and destroyed plate disposed of. Malleus stood beside you, holding the last shard of broke plate carefully in his hands.

“Please give me the shard. I’ll take care of it—.” Riddle offered his hand but was met with only a question in return. “Tell me, Silver has been practicing with you this whole time.” The redhead faltered and his hand went limp on his side. “Has he said anything to you, anything at all?”

Riddle was silent, his head hung in thought. “All he ever told me was all about cooking but…He did ask me one question about doubting yourself..” Malleus blinks then sets the shard down on the table behind him.

You set your phone back and Malleus closed his eyes. “I see.”

Pocketing your phone, you give your camera to Riddle. “I’ll go look for him.”

“I’m coming too.”

Jamil walked to your side but before you could deny his request, he gave a sympathetic smile. “Consider it my apology for prying.”

“Silver, what is this?”

Lilia had come in at such a bad time, the stew he was trying to cook had burned in his sleep. With a flick of his wrist and snap of his fingers, the fire has disappeared into a pillar of smoke. The stew was a murky black and it smelled of charred remains.

“Papa, I—!”

Dread filled his soul, Lilia had approached the cauldron to lean down and scoop a spoonful of ruined stew and ate it in one bite.

“It’s good.”

Silver didn’t flinch when Lilia’s hand set itself on his head. “Needs a bit more salt but it’s good. You’d make a good chef one day.”

“You didn’t have to lie to me.”

Silver’s hat had been discarded and so was the meat tenderizer, the tall boy huddled between the large roots of an old tree with hands around his shoulders and legs to his chest. He closed his eyes, remembering Lilia’s smiling face as he pat his head and assuring him whatever he makes tasted good.

And yet…

His body calmed, limbs relaxed and eyes hollow. The winds blew the trees, the wood irked and the leaves hissed like rain. He blew it. He totally blew it. Everything he had been doing up until that point was perfect and thanks to Riddle he didn’t fall asleep even once.

That was until he had to present his work to the judges. Malleus was a prince, after all, it was expected that he would be served nothing less than perfection. What he did was an absolute embarrassment to him and as the appointed knight to the royal family.

“Raise your head a little higher, strengthen your grip on the sword. Yes, very good.” The young boy’s hand was adjusted, the heir apparent holding it gently with his long fingers against his wrist. “This part, your wrist, is the most valuable part in handling a blade.” Malleus’ smile betrayed his concern for him. “So take care of it for me, alright?”

Even in his youth, Malleus was so careful with him as if he were an extremely delicate porcelain doll.

“Lilia told me you had come down with a bad case of the stomach bug. Honestly, what were they thinking feeding you such a meal?” Malleus’ hand would come to feel his forehead. “I’ll have the palace healer bring you some brews to ease your stomach pain.” The prince brushed some hair off his sweating face. “Rest, Silver.”

What was the point of being a knight if all he ever did was stay behind at his orders?

“You have to stay here and protect Sebek.” Beyond the castle walls, Silver could hear the roars of invading beast of the night and corrupted village people. Malleus held the boy’s shoulders while Silver pulled at his robes. “I can’t let any one of you get hurt. No one should.”

All he ever wanted…

“Silver,” Malleus would call for him.

Was to be next to him.

His hand would come up as it always did, his fingers ready to run through his hair. “Silver,” He’d call out to him.

That’s all he ever wanted.

“Silver,”

“Found you.”

His eyes opened, your hand resting on his shoulder. The wind blew and making your hair fly, framing your face as you smiled at him. “You…” He turned his head when Jamil made his presence known

. “I didn’t expect you to choose the forest as a hiding place. It took us a while to pinpoint where you were.” Your hand left his shoulder and you sat in front of him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

The wind blew again, the warming breeze provided him time to think things through. “All my life it’s been that way.” He buries his nose onto his knees. “I don’t want to stand behind someone forever.”

“Then don’t.”

Jamil kneels down next to you Silver’s stunned silence made him look away from a moment, flushed embarrassment on his cheeks. “W-what I mean is…If you don’t like the position you’re in then you have to move. It’s a hard process but the first step matters the most.”

“I don’t know—.”

“Uncertainty comes with it, if that what you’re asking.” The boy shrugged his shoulders. “There’s no going around it.”

“Malleus was upset when you left suddenly. I think its best you talk to him, let him know you’re alright.” Your smile had become a calming factor for Silver and soon the cold grip on his insides loosened. “Can I make the beef stew again? I think I got it right this time.”

“Ah but I’ll need some help.”

You giggle, waving your hands and waggling your fingers. “You’ve got four hands readily available.”

Malleus had walked the campus to every corner he could and not once did he see the familiar mop of messy white hair in the sea of people. The prince sighed, looking down at the shard of ceramic plate tucked in his hand.

“Sebek.” He called for the guard who straightened up too much. “You’re dismissed, I can handle this on my own.”

“But Master—.”

He folded his hands over his chest, the arching brows giving the younger guard the entire message in one go. He reluctantly bowed his head, “Understood.” And left for another route but not without turning his head to Malleus one last time.

Now that he was alone, Malleus let out another sigh. As years go by, his heart becomes no stranger to loss but time did not ease the pain no matter how long or how distant the memories were. Raising Silver brought on emotions he did not expect to feel in a very long time, this human boy once so fragile and small grew to be one of the greatest guards he could ever hope to raise.

And it all happened too fast.

It made him protective, even hesitant to let Silver into any harm even if he was raised to be his guard.

“Silver, come here.”

A young boy held his robes over his knees, the sore wound red after tripping over sharp rocks. Malleus’ hand hovered over his wound, healing it shut but the pain still remained. It wouldn’t be long until Silver was taken into his arms and resting against his shoulder that his heart felt a sudden warmth, contentedness.

Lilia smiled at him where he stood and turned to leave, giving them privacy. The young boy’s small hands held Malleus’ robes into his palms with a sigh and the prince stroked his back. The warmth in his heart never stopped no matter how many years hand passed.

Yet the bitterness of lost time always found its way back.

“Silver.” The piece of plate in his glove suddenly felt more sentimental than once perceived.

“Please let us cook again.” All of you had bowed your heads in front of the ghost who was getting ready to leave for the afterlife. “Ah but—.”

“Please, I won’t fall asleep this time…Or break a plate…Or burn myself…Or—.” Silver was promptly stopped at the ghost’s laughter. “I understand, I’m in no hurry to leave but since this request is so sudden, I’ll have to relegate all the cleaning to you. It’s only fair.”

You, Jamil and Silver smiled together and the ghost only felt warmth at the spry young people in front of him. “Riddle.” He turned to the redhead. “Please show them where the meat is being stored.”

“Of course. This way, all of you.”

“We’re gonna cook, we’re gonna cook!!!” You say, pushing Silver’s shoulders as you walked to the freezer.

“They’re a bit too excited, aren��t they?” Riddle asked Jamil who only shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s just who they are.”

The comfortable silence was long and the students were cutting up their greens just as the meat seared in the pan. “Back home, my grandma taught me all the recipes I needed to know to keep the family going.” You’d explain, peeling the potato perfectly and handing it to Riddle to be cut. “Once a month, we’d have a big get-together and cook our favorite foods and eat it.”

Silver set aside the chopped onion, washing his hands knowing what happened to Riddle when he didn’t. The meat was taken and in came the vegetables into the pot. “Okay, we should stir fry the vegetables for a moment and let it cook.” Riddle says, tipping his toes to look into the pot.

“I’ve mostly cooked for necessity.” Jamil explained, leaning against the sink with a smirk. “But I can see the charm of being able to cook with or without help. It’s calming.”

Riddle sighs and begins to add water into the pot along with the meat and seasoning. “It was only recently that I started cooking, can’t say that it’s fun but the end result is rewarding. I want to perfect my skill as much as possible. I can’t always rely on others or on magic all my life.”

“What about you, Silver?” You ask, moving to cover the pot to let everything simmer.

“…My father’s cooking is not very good.”

There was collective sigh of understanding, you pat his back knowing he went seventeen years of this. “But he tries very hard,” He explains further. “More than anyone else in the Valley of Thorns. He’d cook for everyone he took care of despite the packed schedule he has.”

He remembers Lilia slaving away over a cauldron one night all those years ago, plates of mushrooms and prepared rice around him and a cookbook floating overhead. His fingers were bandaged and eyes trained to the book. Mushroom Risotto. Silver’s favorite dish.

“While I do want to cook for myself, I also want my father to enjoy tasty meals whenever he can. It’s only right that he does.” You smile, leaning your head against his shoulder while your hand rub the other one. “You’re a sweet person, Silver.”

“I’m just doing the right thing.” He reasoned.

“And that’s the sweetest thing anyone can do.”

Silver wasn’t telling the entire truth, he shamefully admitted to himself. While his father, his family, meant so much to him; you had a special place in his heart. The way you spoke to him, the way your presence soothed him, everything about you was something he cherished.

Just seeing you smile was enough to last him the day.

While he wanted his father to enjoy yummy meals by his son, he also wanted you to smile with each bite.

But he can’t say that, no, he shouldn’t. It would ruin the surprise and bitter the meal.

“It should be ready.” Riddle says, placing a protective cloth over the lid and pulling it open. Silver could not hide his smile when you let out a sound of amazement, the smell of cooked beef and the spices made your mouth water.

“I wanna try a bite.” You say but Jamil had to pull you away. “Let it cool,” He says like a tired older brother. “You’re going to burn your tongue.”

“But I wanna taste!”

Riddle sighs, shaking his head. “Let us at least plate it and have it judged.”

Your whining voice was met with a pat on the head and the food was whisked away to be plated and presented to the Jamil and then you. Silver’s huffed when you let out a sigh of delight when they delicious looking food was set in front of you.

“Dig in, both of you.” Riddle said. “Tell me what you think.”

Utensils brushed against each other and the anticipation built up when you and Jamil took a bite. You squealed at the taste, tiny jumps on your feet when the flavor exploded in your mouth. “It’s good!” You exclaim. “The balance is just right and the meat is so tender.”

Jamil nods his head, taking in another bite of the stew. “It’s good, you need to be careful with how you handle your seasonings next time. Too much of anything can ruin the dish but your method of tenderizing the meat is good and your vegetables are cooked and stewed perfectly. Good work.”

Riddle and Silver smiled to themselves, their chests beaming with pride at a job well done. You move forward, bringing your spoon to Silver’s lips. “Say ah!” You say and his cheeks go pink, you were too close and by the seven, you looked so cute.

“I—.”

“Ah!”

The spoon went into his mouth with a surprised expression, the taste of meat and the knowledge that spoon was used by you before him made his heart flutter. An indirect kiss. He chewed, his hand over his lips. “It’s yummy right? You cook really well.”

Your smile melted his heart, his shoulders hunching over and lips pursed. “Thank you. If you’d like, I can try other recipes for you.” He offered and you gleefully nodded your head and holding your hands to his. “Yes, yes! I’d absolutely love that.”

Jamil leaned over to Riddle, whispering “Smooth.”

The dorm leader chuckled. “Indeed.”

Silver stood next to you, speaking about the food you ate and sharing in the sweet clarity of a wish he didn’t know came true.

The ghost floated afar, settling just under the tree with Malleus by his side. The two watched the youth eating their creations in the kitchen, being merry and experimenting, discussing and playful. Silver’s smile was soft compared to yours but the playful personality of a young boy growing was still there.

The ceramic shard sat inside the hold of the heir apparent, the green eyes seeing world after world basking in the new reality of one he had held so dear. “He’s grown, hasn’t he?” he asked the ghost. “He has, indeed.”

You hugged Silver’s arm laughing, Malleus’ heart beating slow in tenderness for the smiling boy who stood beside you.

“To think he had troubles holding up your hammer all those years ago.”

The ghost laughed, bringing his hands behind his back. “It had been that long, hasn’t it, your majesty?”

Silver stood next to you, his wish finally fulfilled.

“Long enough to for time to pass by like in a blink of an eye.”

[yan-twst]

Can you do hcs for the yan! Dorm leaders where their s/o falls into a sleep like death (from a potion, curse, or whatever) so the boys try to give them true love's kiss to wake them up but it doesn't work?

(rubbing hands together) mmm angst heartbreak yes i love it

warnings: general yandere themes, mentions of death

riddle rosehearts

riddle is losing his head when he’s informed his beloved somehow fell to poison- GET THE ANTIDOTE, THEN, SOMEONE...! he curses letting this happen; he should’ve held his darling on a shorter leash, he should’ve kept them under his eye...!

when he hears the only way to wake them is a true love’s kiss, he feels... relieved. hah! how easy- he can do that! his darling... loves him. right? ... RIGHT?

the scream that rips from his throat when his first, second, third kiss does nothing is heard through all campus

how- HOW?! he begins to bawl like a little child, shaking his darling and begging them to wake up, stop playing, leaving sloppy kisses all over their face, as if one of them would wake up

he’s going to have to be dragged away from his darling. riddle cries, screams, clutching his darling as he weeps- why... why won’t it work?! how... did they never love him?!

riddle had been telling himself all along all he did was for their good. keeping them under such strict rules, keeping them to himself; he was just doing his part in making sure they were ok- and yet... and yet after all of that, he hadn’t even earned their true love...?

he feels... lonelier than ever. it’s like he’s a little boy trapped inside his house again, with no hopes or dreams of his own; what does he have left now? his darling, what he valued the most... how is he supposed to even process this?!

he won’t hesitate to have his darling cared for, kept in a glass casket like with the many fair members of royalty who used to succumb to this sort of poisons- however... every once in a while, he’ll try again, kissing them; and every time it doesn’t work, he’s left a bit more of a broken man

leona kingscholar

the rage that flows inside of him almost makes him turn whatever he’s holding into sand the second ruggie alerts him of what happened- hell, he almost turns ruggie into sand just for saying such a thing, but he’s too busy running to his beloved

leona wastes no time. all he has to do to wake his little herbivore up is a kiss? that’s nothing, really. he wants them awake so he can punish them for daring worry him like this; but then...

ah. leona feels a bit weak in the knees as he waits and nothing happens

... his darling needs a true love’s kiss. and it... seems to be he is not the one they love.

a second of silence, then utter chaos. leona is enraged out of his mind- so not even now, is he good enough?! does he not even deserve to love?!

in his fit of rage, he’s close to hurting his darling, but in the end... he can’t. the bitterness in his mouth, the tears streaming down his face; so... in the end, he’s just good for nothing at all

their body, bruised from previous punishments, their face molded into such a calm expression compared to their usual fear and stress... it all feels like it’s mocking him, and yet...

for the first time in a long time, leona kingscholar cannot fall asleep that night. he’s restless: he’d grown used to holding his darling tight, growling at them whenever they dared move too much- and now he’s alone

even with his beloved in this death-like state, leona is possessive to a fault. he will not stand for anyone to gaze upon them; perhaps servants, once he returns home with them- when farena asks, leona will simply say they were cursed. he promises himself he won’t try to awaken them again; he can’t bear to face the truth again, but... on lonely nights, he tries, crushed every time his “true love’s kiss” does nothing

azul ashengrotto

there’s no facade, no act. when he hears of what happened he drops everything and runs to his darling’s side. poison, a true love’s kiss, death like state; it all swirls in his head, and he’s bawling by the time he’s holding his darling’s hand

they’re warm, that and their slowly beating heart the only signal azul hasn’t lost them to death. he takes a deep breath before kissing them, and then

... and then nothing. azul’s body freezes, colder than he’s ever felt in his life before. he tries again, then again- nothing. 

azul cries so hard he feels like he might throw up, desperately clutching his darling as he sobs. why? why won’t it work...?!

in his moment of desperation, he might even yell at his darling’s unconscious body. why won’t they wake up?! is he not their true love?! he’s- he’s all they have! how can they not love him?!

azul feels hopeless, empty. all this time- all he’d been trying to do was make his darling stay, to make them see how much he loved them, and yet- and yet here there was, undeniable proof that despite all his efforts, they’d never been truly his

he’s going to be a wreck. azul’s darling was a pillar for him- controlling them made him feel more in control. he’d bare his emotions to them, holding them close (even when they struggled) and to suddenly not only lose them, but to be forced to accept he wasn’t the person they loved the most...

in his desperation, azul will keep them by his side- in a glass coffin, surrounded by flowers... he knows they aren’t dead, but... they’ll never awaken- not until his kiss wakes them up. he is absolutely unwilling to let another even try to wake them: if his love... if he wasn’t enough to wake them, then... the mere thought of someone else’s kiss being the true love

kalim al-asim

kalim doesn’t even know how to react when he’s told what happened. images of jamil in a coma because of him, poisoned flash through his mind; it’s happening all over again

seeing his darling in such a state is enough to drive him to tears. usually, he’d be overjoyed to see them sleeping so peacefully, because it’d mean they were letting their guards down, trusting the environment he’d placed them in- but in this situation, he almost wishes they’d be grimacing at him or trying to scuttle away- just, anything...!

the only relief in his heart is knowing a true love’s kiss will wake them up- he can do that...! he’s always kissing them; what difference does it make, right? between his tears and his hiccuping, he calms down enough to press a kiss to his darling’s lips

... eh? why didn’t it- maybe he has to do it again?

... or one more time...?

with every kiss that fails to rouse his darling, it’s clear his despair is growing. his hands start shaking, then his body; soon enough he’s all-out sobbing, barely able to stand and unable to keep kissing from the intensity of his crying

how... when did his darling stop loving him...? everything he did was for them; the golden chains, the charmed jewelry, the guards... it wasn’t as if- no, he never wanted to hurt them, he just...! he’d just meant to protect them, so why...?!

kalim is inconsolable. he won’t hesitate to use his money to bring in medics from every corner of the land, from professional doctors to shady healers, but in the end, nothing can be done; they need a true love’s kiss, that’s all that can wake them. and he... as much as he loves them, he can’t give them that

kalim is going to keep by his beloved’s side, even as they sleep. they were always held down by him and his fear of something happening to them combined with his internal impulse to own them- and now, even in their deathlike state, it’ll be that way. having servants bathe and dress them, buying them jewelry and clothes; kalim won’t let go

vil schoenheit

vil knows of what the poison his darling drank does; a potion so similar to the one used by the evil queen in the legends, cursing someone into an eternal sleep:  and yet, able to be broken by a true love’s kiss...

because of this, he doesn’t stress much at first: sure, he’s throwing his usual hissy fits, cursing at the fact such an event even occured: his love potions are carefully crafted and shouldn’t cause harm when mixed with other things, but still...!

vil is fuming as he kisses his beloved: he hates they even allowed this to happen. hasn’t he taught them better than to accept anything other than what he offers them?! he waits for them to open their eyes to berate them

but they just... don’t

vil can feel his blood go cold when nothing happens after the kiss. why is- no, he knows that a true love’s kiss is the antidote; he hasn’t made a mistake, so why...?!

panic wells in his chest as he tries one more time. his lipstick even gets smudged and he can’t bring himself to care- they aren’t waking up. 

it doesn’t take too long for him to shake his darling and try to wake them. are they faking being asleep?! are they trying to fool him?! he knows- he knows they needed a true love’s kiss, they should be awake...!

vil spirals. how... how is he not their true love?! who else could they even see- nobody would ever put as much effort into a relationship as he did! it’s difficult to tell, but those with sharp eyes can notice telltale signs of stress on the model’s face

he isn’t above trying to force love potions or antidotes down his sleeping darling’s throat; something, anything to fix this situation, damnit! 

... but he knows it’s a fool’s errand. the true love’s kiss... he cannot provide. however, this doesn’t mean he’ll let go of his doll: he’ll continue to dress them, clean them, keep them around- they’re still alive, and they’re still his to maintain beautiful

idia shroud

idia already believes misfortune follows him- this is no different, is it...? he’s stressing out and almost pulling out his hair when he finds out what happened

a true love’s kiss... it almost feels like some sort of videogame plot. what a silly thing to have as a cure for this...! a deathlike sleep, eternal, sounds terrifying, but- he... he can do that, right? 

idia is terribly anxious, but he’s internally telling himself he can do this; it’s just a kiss! he’s done- he’s done way more before with them before- and then... and then he’ll save them!

he’s so deluded into thinking he can do this, that when it doesn’t work he just... stands there. tears prick his eyes and his breathing becomes irregular

why why why whywhywhywhywhy is he not their true love- is he not who they love?! HOW- HOW DARE THEY- IT’S THEIR FAULT HE CAN’T WAKE THEM!

idia is so distraught ortho has to step in. the robot child is terrified: not only is his big bro seemingly breaking down, his other parental figure is just- just laying there...? not responding...?!

he shouldn’t be, but he’s... angry at them. this is- this is their fault...! he loves them; so then if... if it’s not working then it’s because they....! the thought makes him feel like he can’t breathe

although... he can’t help but cackle as he cries at the realization they’re at his mercy now. oh, they’re asleep forever now... and in his grasp. as much as he’s despairing, he’s also laughing at the irony: they hated him enough to do this, right?! and now they’re at his mercy!

idia has no real ethical code when it comes to magic or machine building; he’s a prodigy and a genius. it can take time, but... he’s dead set on bringing his beloved back; if their human body is asleep... can’t he just build a new one?

malleus draconia

the lands are ravaged with storms as malleus’ rage swells when the news is broken to him. this is- this was the last thing that was supposed to happen, and yet...! his anger is palpable, air crackling with electricity and magic as lilia tries to calm him

malleus is so deeply attached to his darling. they’re his most precious jewel, the one thing that grounds him and keeps him working- seeing them laying down, eyes closed, the only clue they live being their breathing... it brings a bitter taste to his mouth as he rushes to their side

malleus is quite used to charming his darling to sleep in order to keep them under control- but this is different. he isn’t in control here; he can’t wake them with a wave of his wand... but... a true love’s kiss is what he needs, right?

malleus kisses them and waits. he waits for a while- perhaps... it needs time? it’s clear he’s stressing when minutes go by and nothing occurs. he’s a patient man, but this is... he can’t just wait for so long, this is- this is different!

continued attempts reap no result, and malleus’ despair and rage is growing. angering someone as powerful as malleus is always a dangerous game, but when it’s involving his darling...?

it’s clear malleus is just absolutely heartbroken. he understands; he... is not his darling’s true love. that’s it, isn’t it? it hurts; his anger and heartbreak are palpable

however... malleus isn’t just taking this as is. he won’t hesitate to try to use all of his power to reverse this; they’re his, and he will get them back- and even while he waits, he’ll keep them like a dragon guarding his hoard, despite the heartache threatening to make him lose control again

[twstlotus]

Oh, congrats with the new twst write blog!👏 Can i, please, have a hc's for Duece, Azul, Kalim, Floyd and Ruggie with the MC, who make this "cannibalism" joke, while boys eating the cinnamon rolls? Their reaction? Please, make it as fluff as possible. With huge love from Ukraine 💗

Posting this as a way to keep my blog active. Enjoy!

Note: Some of the things here are from a while ago, so the formatting might be a tad different. I hope you don’t mind.

Deuce Spade

He takes it literally. This poor stupid boy thinks that there’s actual human flesh inside of his cinnamon roll and comes close to throwing it to the nearest trash can— all while muttering on how “he killed someone” and how “he’s guilty”.

Luckily, you were able to quickly reach for his hand and stop him from doing anything that would garner too much attention to both of you. 

You explain your joke to him and when he realizes what you meant, his face turns completely red. He’s utterly embarrassed upon realizing what he almost did to the pure, sweet cinnamon you prepared for him, worried that he screwed up the picnic between you two. To think that he almost threw it all away for nothing…

You reassure him by planting a kiss on his cheek. Telling him that it’s fine, and say that you found his shock rather amusing. To which he acts a tad defensive about it. “E-Eh?! D..don’t say things like that, (Y/N)..!” The red in his cheeks rises once more. Still, you laugh it off, and he eventually backs down. 

Surprisingly, the picnic went alright. You and Deuce continued to eat peacefully despite the small scene that occurred. But overall; the picnic was great! (He seemed to avoid eating the some of the cinnamon rolls, though.) Deuce thanks you for the meals and suggests that you two have more picnics soon— but no more cannibalism jokes!

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had the Mostro Lounge open after hours just so the two of you could unwind and have a romantic date there. He even had the Leech twins be your waiters for tonight and also be your “music makers” as they play the most obscure love songs to “set the mood”.

On your table was a plate of cinnamon rolls Floyd served to your table with an obvious wink to accompany it. Your fingers began tracing the swirl patterns of the roll while Azul was eating the cinnamon roll prepared for him.

A cheeky grin tugs on your face. You joke to him about how he just committed cannibalism when he ate the cinnamon roll, giggling slightly at your own joke.

Azul chuckles at your joke in return. “Hmm? I never took you for the teasing type, (Y/N). Regardless, it’s a welcomed surprise. Fufufu.” He says with a grin Jade and Floyd are acting like cheerleaders for Azul in the background.

He doesn’t seem too fazed nor does he react strongly on the outside. But the light pink hue creeping on his cheeks say otherwise. It’s a bit of a 50-50— noticing that he’s trying to obscure the coloring heat on his cheeks by “pushing his glasses to his eyes”. But if you do notice it, and maybe even point it out to him, he’ll simply dismiss it while the hue on his cheeks only spreads further.

Kalim Al-Asim

Feasts with Kalim weren’t rare. He’d often invite you to Scarabia to have breakfast with him, among other things. You’re his favorite person after all! (Besides Jamil, of course). Scarabia’s feasts were always grand in its own way; laughter, joy, happiness, it was all present in Kalim’s feasts.

So you weren’t really surprised when Kalim suggested the idea of dinner with you. He promised fine dining (as always) and a starry night sky to watch while you ate; but you didn’t expect it to just be you two alone in the Scarabia Lounge. The ambiance was far different than normal occasions; it was quiet, serene, peaceful— but of course, there were still yours and Kalim’s laughter that’d break the silence.

Kalim happily munched on his cinnamon roll that Jamil cooked up for your dinner. It was supposed to be eaten as dessert after the main course, but hey, good food is good food and it should be free to eat at any time! Oh no...he’s starting to sound like Grim.

A quiet giggle slipped from your lips before you joked about Kalim and his cinnamon roll, which in turn made him laugh, accompanied by a light hue on his cheeks. He comments on how nice (yet weird) it was of you to say that, but you’re the sweet one here, he grins. Kalim’s not one to be too flustered over affectionate words or actions. He is an affectionate person, after all; but he still thinks its kind of you to say such a thing!

Afterward, it sort of becomes a competition on who can fluster the other one just enough with affection— whether it be in words or actions. Eventually, Jamil told you two to keep it down and how “disgustingly cheesy it was”, remarking that he could hear you both laughing all the way from the kitchen. In which you merely find amusement in hearing his complaints.

Floyd Leech

Unlike the others, Floyd isn’t as formal about the entire thing. He just sort of popped in while you were having breakfast. His excuse was that he “wanted to see his favorite little Shrimpy before he has to go to the Mostro Lounge~!” and who were you to deny him?

Floyd was practically squeezing you on his lap the entire time you were eating, making it nearly impossible to even get a bite as he pulled you back from the food on the table. Eventually, he just starts spoonfeeding you. What? It’s nice for him to see Shrimpy take whatever he gives~

Before he’s able to spoonfeed you again; you slip in a cinnamon roll to his lips, Floyd looking at it rather curiously while you giggled. You muttered your “cannibalism” joke, and a puzzled expression crosses Floyd’s face. “Eh~? I don’t get what you mean, but that was pretty funny,” he chuckles.

You have to explain your joke to him, and when he finally gets it, a wide smile dances on his lips. He pulls you in for one of his squeezes, cheering on how he’s soooo happy to hear Shrimpy say that to him. Excuse his tight squeezing, he just can’t help it— Shrimpy’s just so cute!

Floyd gives you a handful of cinnamon rolls to munch on. And whenever you do, he repeats back the joke you told him, his smile never fading. This continues on for a while, and it takes a few phone calls from Azul to get his ass to the Mostro Lounge. Floyd, of course, wanted to stay with you, but you promise to visit him between classes and after they ended. Once he’s reconciled, he makes you promise that you eat together more often, and off he goes.

Ruggie Bucchi

A day off for Ruggie from work means a day spent with you! You happily greet him when he first wakes up, giving him a kiss on the cheek which sends the colors of his cheeks fully pink. He’s happy to see you, but he wonders what you’re doing in Savanaclaw?

You offer to have brunch with him, showing him a lunchbox filled to the brim with meals that’d suffice for the both of you. You say you wanted him to relax for the day, now that Leona’s not going to ask him of any favors (or so you hoped), and you wanted to contribute to his day off by serving him food! He delightfully accepts.

It was mostly the doughnuts you fried that caught his attention (despite you telling him that it was for dessert). But he also made sure to try out other things, like cinnamon rolls! He comments on how perfectly fried they were, the right amount of sweet, soft, everything; he wasn’t used to eating something so sugary, but it was a welcomed experience (you have to eat what you can, right?)

A satisfied smile tugs on your lips. Suddenly, a joke slithered its way into your mind. And so the little “cannibalism” joke you came up with was uttered out, and Ruggie merely laughed. His cheeks coloring itself a rosy hue. “Shishishi, you’re cute. You know that, (Y/N)?” He says through his snickers. Ruggie reacts similarly to Kalim; but since he isn’t as affectionate as him or is as used to receiving it, he does get a tad visibly flustered.

He briefly ruffles your hair as a reward for your words. Afterward, he tells you that he’s going to cook next time you two hold such an occasion— you insist that you could cook for him, but he always turns it down. In the end, you give in and promise to him that you’re sure to be there when he cooks. He’s a good chef, so you’re in the right hands!

[twisted-writing-mess]

Hello there! ☀️ Could you do headcanons for Azul, Malleus, Riddle and Kalim with a kind s/o from Octavinelle dorm who is active as the local student support / mentor (yk just helping people manage their student lives and help if they have emotional baggage) because they've been bullied a lot as a child and will fight to protect and be there for anyone who struggles because they want to be "the hero that never came for them"? Have a nice day 😊

Dear Anon, hello! Sorry for the delay, I was in a thesis rush...

The school now has their local emotional support coming up! They all need a hero, and this hero will be you. Thank you for requesting! I got a little carried away with Azul, since he is the Dorm Leader of Octavinelle and bullying resonate personally with him. Hope you don’t mind!

Hope you’ll enjoy! Have an amazing day, wherever you are!

“We are more alike than I thought...”

At first, Azul saw you as a huge advantage for Octavinelle and his own personal business. Students came to Mostro Lounge for your good advices, and if you were to be absent, he would ever so kindly offer his help to said students. Between people coming for help and the ones coming to talk to you casually and have a drink, the Lounge's clientele was growing.

And there were time where you would come up straight to Azul and ask him if he needed assistance, to talk or vent. The Dorm Leader would just brush off your questions. To be honest, he was a little cautious. Why did you want him to talk? Were you aiming at something in particular? Were you searching for information to use against him? You were always so nice with everybody and himself, that was why he liked you so much, but what if you had something against him because of contracts he did with your friends or something. (Azul's business spirit making him paranoid)

Azul asked the twins to invistigate your intentions. And to his surprise, your only answer was "I'm worried about Azul". You noticed Azul's attitude regarding certains subjects, making you worried. Curiosity got the better of himself, and the octopus went to confront you himself. So he invited you to a casual talking in the VIP room, around a cup of tea.

This was when you admitted your past to him. The boy felt his heart squeeze. Bullying was something that it sadly so close to his own experience. But you took a different path than him. When you said you wanted to become the hero that never came in his past, his lower lip trembled. He admired your growth and your strength. In fact, you were the strongest person he knew. He made a non-contract deal with you. He will come to you when the need to talk comes, but he asked from you to do the same. And the time when he comes to you is the biggest proof of trust he could give.

“You really are strong.”

Malleus was intrigued by you, the one student always helping others in this school of villains.He often saw you in the corridors, talking with people and people coming to you naturally. It was not something he had ever experience himself, because of his imposing aura.

And this aura was the reason why he was so taken aback when you approached him, with a shy “Why are you always alone?” with worry in your eyes. Ever since this moment, you came naturally to Malleus to check if he was not lonely.

The dear fae was so touched by this. You were now one of his most precious friends, if not the only one, knights and caretakers aside. This precious relation was something he treasured, and helpful for him. When he admitted it to you, he was surprised to see you so moved. That was at this moment you opened up about your past and your wish to be the hero you needed.

The first thing he thought was how strong you were to overcome this experience, and to grow out of this to become who you were right now. He hoped you were proud of yourself, because he was so proud of you.

“You know, if you need to talk about it, you can rely on me.”

Riddle was taken aback the first time you came up to him to ask if he was alright, not so long after the whole Overblot incident. At first, he did not respond that much, wanting to avoid the subject. But the redhair is polite, so he still talked with you, and before he realized it, you two were close friends.

Your personality relaxed him, and after a stressful day, he loved to sit with you around a nice cup of tea and cake to talk about your day. You encouraged him to let out his stress, and he did while you were here to listen to everything. At this point, you knew more about him than anyone - aside from Trey and Chenya.

But one day, instead of being the one talking about his life, Riddle wanted to return the favor. One subject led to another, and soon, he learnt about your past experiences with bullying and your determination to help others.

He actually thanked you for trusting him enough to tell him about such a touchy subject, and promised to be here for you. It was a good thing to help others, but he did not want you to neglict your own feelings either.

“Let’s make this world a better place together! What do you say?”

You are kind. You are supportive. You have attracted Kalim in no time. The shiny boy literal materialized next to you one day and never left. To both Jamil’s pleasure and misery. Pleasure because it meant peace for him, but misery because he still had to make sure you had no darker intentions.

But you were safe, or rather Kalim was safe with you. He loved to ramble about his day or his not-so-existent worries to you around spicy food. He came with you each time you went to talk to people who needed assistance. The two of you soon became known as “the sunshine emotional support” of this school.

During one shared happy meal, the curious Kalim asked why you were so eagered to help others every single time. It was a good thing, really, but he was curious and wanted to learn more about you. But he was not expecting your personal story. His first reaction was to give you one of his best hugs. (And he already gives the best hug, so expect the best of the best hugs)

Kalim made his decision: his new goal was to help you, to make this world (or at least this school) a better place for everyone. Poor Jamil, more work for him to make sure Kalim does not jump on every single student to ask them about their problems.

[nonsensical-twistedriddles]

{ 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓅 : sick headcanons 🌧️}

📝to note: please don’t think of this as me not taking the pandemic seriously (´；ω；`) this happens at a time where the virus does not exist and is meant to be something purely lighthearted. with that being said, always remember to take care of yourselves everyone ! i should really make new end cards*

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈

floyd leech

kalim al-asim

sebek zigvolt

scenario : your boyfriend gets caught in the rain and manages to get sick.

floyd leech

“You’re burning up,” Jade says, pulling his hand away from Floyd’s forehead. Floyd curses under his breath then falls back into the mountain of fluffy pillows on his bed, grumbling about the rain.

Jade suggested that he should stay at home but Floyd brushed him off, insisting that staying at home alone would be boring. “I don’t want to!”

Floyd isn’t used to being sick in his human body. It’s an entirely different experience when compared to being sick in his mermaid form. Getting out of bed was like lifting a 1000 ton dumbbell and the excessive sweating makes his clothes feel ten times stuffier than it usually does. He was honestly tempted to prance around naked the whole day at school just to keep himself cool.

Unfortunately Fortunately, Azul convinces him to wear his uniform.

He tries to hide his fever from you. Not because he doesn’t want to be babied (believe me, he wants to be babied) but because he knows you’d probably suggest the same thing Jade did.

For a while, it seemed to be going smoothly. He hid away his coughing and sneezing and you hadn’t suspected a thing— 

Until he accidentally pulls you into a hug.

He hadn’t meant to but after seeing you so oblivious to his approach, he just had to mess with you a little bit. After all, how could he let such an opportunity pass? You were like a little shrimp waiting to be eaten! So, he lunges at you with arms spread out and yells, “Boo!” Your yelp disappears into his shirt as he pulls you in and wraps his arms around you. “Squeeeeeeezzeeee~!”

There was a singular moment of bliss for the two of you; You eased into his chest with a smile, quietly murmuring his name and he lets himself savour the feeling it brought to him.

The moment ends as quickly as it started with you looking up at him, eyes crinkled with worry. “Floyd?” you started, “Are you sick?” 

Uh oh.

He doesn’t try to deny it. 

Instead, he pulls away and starts booking it, forcing you into a troublesome game of tag. “FLOYD YOU NEED TO BE IN BED!”

You managed to catch him after he accidentally bumps into Jade, who saw you running towards them and put two and two together.

Even after getting caught, Floyd continues to stubbornly resist you, claiming that he didn’t want to stay in bed all day and rest.

Unless...

“Y/N, Y/N~ I promise to rest if you take care of me~”

He manages to convince you to skip class and head back to Octavinelle with him.

Like flicking off a light switch, his bright-eyed and bushy-tailed attitude disappears the moment you two arrive at his dorm and is instantly replaced with weariness.

He also immediately starts taking his clothes off. It doesn’t matter if you act unfazed or end up a blushing mess, he’ll be too drained at this point to entertain you. The problem is that after being completely stripped of his uniform, he refuses to put on some clothes. You couldn’t leave him like that i mean you could so you ended up bathing him and forcing him into his pajamas.

After that, you pulled him under the covers and made him a bowl of chicken noodle soup.

“Say ahhh!” “Ahhhhmn~!” “F-Floyd, you’re eating my hand.”

When he finally gets comfortable in his bed, he’ll start whining like a big ole baby.

“Y/N, I need more blankeeeettssss.” “Y/N, the rain is too loudddddd.” “Wah, this sucks. I shouldn’t have left schoooooooolllll.” “Y/N I’m thirrrrsssttttyyyy.”

He’ll only shut up if you give him kisses.

You’d probably end up sleeping next to him because he’s never going to let you leave. “You promised you’d take care of me!”

If you end up getting sick with him, he’ll probably just laugh and say, “Yay sick buddies!”

kalim al-asim

Kalim was already feverish the moment he got back home, dripping wet; He couldn’t keep his food down and his head was throbbing. Jamil had to put him down after making sure he was in a different set of clothes (comfy and dry) and drank his medicine.

When you came by in the morning, trembling with exhaustion after having to run over to Scarabia to check up on your boyfriend, Jamil couldn’t keep Kalim from hopping out of bed to greet you at the entrance. “Y/N, you’re here! You’re— woah!” 

He loses his balance and stumbles forward. You catch him just before he hits the ground. “Aha, my hero!” he exclaims before nestling himself in your arms and passing out. You watch him for a second, stroking his light hair and smiling to yourself until his skin grows unnaturally warmer and you remember why you came by in the first place.

After helping you carry Kalim back to bed, Jamil leaves you to take care of him and goes off to finish his and Kalim’s assignments and dorm leader work.

Kalim wasn’t finicky when sick. Most of the time he was coming in and out of consciousness and if he stayed awake, he’d usually make you take care of yourself more than him; he’d tell you that you’ve been worrying too much and that you should relax and take a break. He’d even suggest that you take a quick nap, assuring you that he won’t be going anywhere.

“We all deserve to take a load off every once in a while,” he says to you, smiling. His voice raspy and forehead beaded with sweat. “Come on, I’ll have pillows and blankets brought for you! I’d offer you mine but they’re damp from my sweat.”

He almost got you with that. 

Be strong Y/N. Don’t let his genuine concern waver your determination to take care of him!

At the end of the day, he’d slowly walk up to you, all bundled up in his blankets and thank you for taking care of him. “Thank you for everything Y/N.”

sebek zigvolt

No! How could he possibly be sick?!

He made sure to take a hot shower and drink medicine after dropping you off in your dorm. Even slept earlier than the Lord Malleus just so that he could get enough rest.

But for some reason he was in the infirmary with you during lunch break, face flushed and nose runny because of his fever. 

He didn’t want to be there - refused to admit to being sick and raved deliriously on how he should be at the cafeteria by the Lord Malleus’ side, fulfilling his duty as his bodyguard. 

The school physician had to force him to sleep with a spell as a safety precaution when things started to get a little out of control (but we all know they did it so that he could shut up and rest). They then left you alone with him to contact his dorm leader and inform them of his indisposition.

You were reluctant to leave him alone so you stayed with him for a while. As instructed by the school physician, you took a basin and a clean white cloth from one of the cabinets near his bed, filled the basin with water, dipped the cloth into the water and wiped down his sticky face. You smile when he giggles after swiping the cloth under his  nose.

After that, you make a lot of wonderful discoveries while watching over him. He looks peaceful when he’s sleeping, he drools and he talks in his sleep. You spent like half an hour trying to make sense of his nonsensical mumbling.

“Y/N…” Sebek murmured, his brows knitting together in concern. You inched your face closer to his, studying his twitching mouth with wide curious eyes. “What about Y/N?” you asked his slumbering form. His face rumples as if he were deep in thought. “Raining.. Should bring… Umbrella…” You pull away from him, bringing a hand to your face to stifle a laugh. Though a little bit silly, you found it endearing for him to worry over you while he was currently passed out in one of the infirmary beds, sick as a dog.

When Lilia and Silver come by to pick him up, you shake Sebek awake.

“Sebek, wake up,” you say softly as you shook his shoulder. Sebek’s eyes spring open, suddenly alert, “H-Huh?!” he exclaims, abruptly sitting up, “Y/N, what’s happening? Are you alright?” He then spends the next few minutes fussing over you like the doting boyfriend that he is.

After that, you take him back to his dorm with Lilia and Silver.

[octavi-nelle]

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

TW: S*icide, Death, Yandere themes, Abusive relationships, Toxic relationships, Abuse.

DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY!!

𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒-

❥𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

You were gone. That was the truth, and a cold, hard one at that. He was devastated and destroyed. Returning from his classes to find his prisone- I mean, partner, gone.

He was a wreck, grief following him everywhere he went. Was it his fault? No- it couldn't be, he was a perfect boyfriend. He fed you, gave you gifts, took care of you, and was kind- when you behaved. He if course had to discipline you, maybe- just maybe he went too far this time.

He didn't want to believe the truth, he didn't want to think that he was the reason you'd done it. He tried to push the thoughts to the back of his mind.

Would it be better if he joined you? Or were you happy away from him ? He hoped that you wanted him to join you. He wanted to feel you skin again, to be near your warmth. He wanted to lean into your touch, have you listen to his problems. Have you be there with him.

He would do anything to be with you again. Even if that meant death.

❥𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑

Leona was deeply upset, no matter how much he tried to seem prideful, it failed. He wasn't the prince he once was, he was more lazy than ever. He didn't have a reason to leave anymore, he couldn't see your terrified face when he'd return from class.

Everyone knew Leona was destroyed over the fact that his partner was gone, they'd left him.

Did they want to escape? He wouldn't let them. Not even death could help them escape his grasp, he'd find them in Heaven or Hell. They shouldn't worry for too long, he'd find them.

Predators always caught their prey, and once they did, they'd never let it go. It was the same with you, he'd find you.

And once he did, you'd come running back in fear. Besides, who'd miss the lazy second-born prince? Nobody, most likely. Even if they did he was aiming for you,nothing could get in his way.

❥𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎

Azul was angry, how could you leave him!? You were his. He made that clear when he'd captured you, did you think death could help you? You'd already signed your soul, even after death to him, stupid!

He could stare at your poor unfortunate soul all-day, he kept you inside a jar. Sure it wasn't as great as the real you, but it was still you.

He had the memories still, he didn't need to lose his calm and mature exterior. He still had you, he had your soul. He could still speak to you, even if you didn't answer.

Azul made sure that he would still have you, he knew something like this would happen. Azul is always a prepared man, he is a business man after all.

He can't afford any hiccups and won't accept and mishaps. So he wouldn't accept your cute but stupid attempt to escape him.

"Oh Y/N.. you won't escape from me, you poor unfortunate soul.." He ran his finger along the jar as he pressed his lips to it. It was you, your body or not, and that was good enough for him.

❥𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌

This couldn't be happening! He'd given you everything you could've wanted, everything that appeared in ones dreams! Not even Jamil could fix this, and frankly, he had to fix all things that Kalim did not like.

Kalim was destroyed, devasted, and depressed. Nobody could save that sunshine that used to be inside, no more parties nor trips were held at Scarabia. It rained every day, always gloomy like him.

Nobody could replace you, it didn't matter who his father introduced him to, it wouldn't replace you nor change what happened.

Kalim couldn't join you if he wanted, he had too many responsibilities. He had to try and move on, everyone told him this was just a bump on the road he was taking, but it wasn't. You were one he truly loved, the one he wanted to marry and make his Queen.

Were you not satisfied? He bought you everything he could've thought out, maybe it was him. Even if he hated the fact, it may as well have been the truth.

He just had to accept it, is shouldn't be hard right? It was the hardest thing for Kalim. Maybe he should just abandon everything that he had on his shoulders and join you.

He'd figure that out in the future, but for now he had to try and deal with what had happened.

❥𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓

Damnit! Damnit! Who did you think you were! His precious doll, snatched away by death themself. You made his mascara run and ruined his make-up and hair. He'd get you for this!

Vil couldn't believe this, you left him!? He should've left you, you potato! He tried to tell himself that you were nothing, worth nothing more than the ground he walked on, you were nothing but a potato compared to him. But not matter what he said, he couldn't ignore the fact.

He couldn't ignore that you'd left him, that you wanted to escape from him, the Vil Schoenheit. It was unbelievable, even if he followers said that you were nothing, that you had just made the biggest mistake of your life, he just couldn't accept.

His make-up became ruined everytime he put it on, he cried and cried. It was hard not to, thank God he didn't pop a blood vessel, that'd be hard to get rid of.

He was the not beautiful being in this world, but he was his ugliest without you.

❥𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃

No, no, no, no, NO! This couldn't be happening, not to him, right!? Right!? The Ignihyde Dorm Leader was an absolute disaster, he was a walking nightmare. His life had become a nightmare.

He'd already cursed himself for being unlovable and a terrible person for kidnapping you, but now? Oh God, you'd taken your life because of him, he understood, or at least tried to.

He really wanted to wake up from this dream, from this nightmare. He tried to surround himself with things he enjoyed but nothing could help him.

The candies he ate from the games he spent countless hours playing continuously. He couldn't get you out of his mind, sure he'd held you captive, but come on! He didn't deserve this, right? He didn't deserve to feel something this terrible.

He just wanted to be with you, he wanted to graduate and have you and Ortho by his side. But he knew he couldn't join you, he still had Ortho to care for.

Maybe he'd try something new, something to bring you back. Anything for you, anything to have you in his arms again.

❥𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀

Malleus knew how short human lives were, so why did you end it so terribly short? Was it him? He wasn't sure what even happened.

He felt like something inside him just broke, like something had disappeared, vanished from him. Had you become a part of him perhaps..? He wasn't sure.

He wasn't sure of anything anymore, really. All he knew was that he wanted to run back into Lilia's arms and just have him comfort him. He wanted your arms, but Lilia's would do too.

He wanted to have your human warmth surround him again, he wanted to cuddle up next to you, even if you pushed him away. He wanted to feel your small lips peck onto his, he wanted to have you back.

Sebek had yelled and complained about how unworthy and ungrateful she was since they'd left the 'young master.' But all it took was one look from Malleus to shut him up.

Malleus wouldn't get over this, he'd make sure to find you again. No matter the cost, he'd find you, just you wait.

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒-

✧𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

Haha.. funny joke, now please get up. Trey can't take this, sure he'd captured you to call his, but please, please wake up.

Trey will bake you anything you want, he'll even feed you, just get off the floor. Get out of your blood. He knew he shouldn't have let you in the kitchen. Too many sharp objects, too many dangerous weapons.

He'll let you go to class again.. just get up. He'll be the boyfriend he once was. He just wants you back. He wants your kisses and hugs again, he wants to feel your small body crash into his.

He'll make sure to find you, he'll bake you whatever you'd like. You name it, he's got it.

Don't worry, you'll be one again.

(sorry I'm not very familiar with him and had no ideas.)

✧𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇

What a surprise.. he usually enjoys this unexpected side of you, he's all for it. But this one isn't one he enjoys, at all.

Didn't you think about them at all? Come on, Floyd enjoyed your company as did Azul. And Jade loved it, why didn't you enjoy their company? Maybe you were just stubborn.

He mourned and grieved over your death, he tried to keep up his gentleman facade, but he failed at times. He especially failed around Floyd, and sometimes Azul. He wasn't the same.

Please come comfort this Eel again, let him enjoy what was once his room filled with your scent, that had you for him to come back to. Don't leave him alone like this.

He just wants you to pepper kisses all over his face, he'll take you hiking too if you'd like. He'll let you have a little sunlight too.

He has too many things to join you, he has Floyd and Azul, mainly Floyd. He wishes to just feel you next to him again, even if it's just silence, even if it just your body next to his. No words nor glances would be needed for him to know he's fallen again. Just come back.

✧𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑

Hey, answer him! He's your master now answer, why won't you even answer his Snakes Whisper? Y-you aren't truly dead, right? You didn't leave him behind right?

He's already had so many things taken away right off the bat, his freedom to do what he wants, his chance to be something greater than a servant, something better than this.

He promised he wouldn't get attached, that you were not his diamond in the rough. But you were, he couldn't help the attraction he felt, the love and desire towards you.

The one things he truly wanted was all his, but only for such a short time. He had his pride and joy snatched away, stolen like in the old tales of the Sorcerer of the Sand. How the Diamond in the Rough stole the lantern from him. Was this that? Was this how it felt to have something so important to you, something you craved, desired so deeply taken away from you.

Didn't you know how much he adored you? How much he needed you by his side? He's sure if you did you wouldn't have left him all alone like this.

But you did, that was the truth this time. One he hated so passionately.

𝐅𝐈𝐍.

Part two and three will come out later, I have reached max images. Sorry!