#Twst fluff

[heartsiebyul]

Twisted Wonderland characters when their boyfriend suddenly walks up beside them and intertwines their fingers while they’re strolling.

Diasomnia Dorm

Malleus Draconia

Malleus walked slowly through the garden, hands clasped behind his back, listening to the soft chime of the wind dancing through the lanterns.

When you stepped beside him and quietly took his hand, he halted, surprised.

His gaze fell on you—the very person he wished to see most. His beloved.

“Oh? My dear… you wish to hold hands?”

His voice was low and filled with wonder, as if you’d gifted him something precious.

He looked down at your joined hands, a soft smile blooming on his lips.

“I see. That is… quite pleasant.”

With great care, he laced your fingers with his and resumed walking, his steps unhurried, thoughtful.

“It reminds me of how humans court one another in tales. A simple gesture… yet profoundly intimate.”

Lilia Vanrouge

“Fufu~”

Lilia didn’t miss a beat. The moment you grabbed his hand, he swung it with playful energy, a grin dancing on his lips.

“My, getting bold, aren’t you?” he teased, eyes gleaming with amusement.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Good. You should be. After all, you’re my favorite hand to hold.”

As you walked together, he began to hum an old lullaby—soft, nostalgic, and just slightly haunting, like something passed down through centuries.

“Careful now darling,” he added with a wink, “at this rate, I might get used to having you by my side.”

Silver

Silver walked silently along the forest trail, his eyes soft and distant, lost in quiet thought.

When he felt someone warm slip their hand into his, he turned gently—no alarm, just a calm awareness.

There was his lover, smiling at him

“Oh,” he breathed, voice low and peaceful.

A faint smile touched his lips. “You’re warm…”

He didn’t say much else, but his grip was tender, fingers curling around yours with gentle care.

The two of you walked on in comfortable silence—no words needed, just the quiet beat of your steps and the soft rustle of leaves.

In that moment, nothing more was necessary.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek was marching down the hall with purpose when you suddenly grabbed his hand.

“H-Human! What foolish act is this—?!” he barked, but his voice cracked halfway through.

“(m-m/n)! You… you just grab my hand like it’s nothing?!”

His cheeks were burning red, his eyes wide with panic and disbelief.

Still, he didn’t pull away.

“Hmph! V-Very well! But only because I must remain by your side to protect you at all times!”

(He was squeezing your hand far too tightly—not out of strength, but nerves.)

[kalims]

cupping their face

parts. one , two , three , four , five , six , seven

characters. savanaclaw

note. how about we ignore the last part being almost 2 years ago... on another note this is a small apology for azul's part in that future kid series! I'm almost finished with his!!

leona

expectedly does not have much cheek to squish. holding his face means you're more or less just feeling firmness under your skin, and despite his diet all the fat goes to his arms.

contrary to belief it's very easy to catch him in a moment where you could squeeze in a sneaky hold, usually when he's off napping somewhere.

what you do not know though, is that he's aware it's you. hence, why he doesn't bother to wake up.

others though... aren't treated quite the same. imagine, you almost got your teeth knocked out from accidentally stepping on his tail before, there's no way others would be spared!

his face has this certain pull that just compells you to touch and run your fingers across the skin. it's kind of like finding a very fluffy cat then getting enticed to pet it.

if he happens to be awake when you get bewitched by him to cup his cheeks, he only stares at you with one eye open and eventually returns to sleep.

if the telltale of his swaying tail wasn't enough, you're startled when you're pulled in easily to his side if you pulled away.

"why don't you put all that attention to somewhere else?" he comments gruffly, next thing you know you're running your fingers through his hair—albeit begrudgingly.

ruggie

out of all savanaclaw students, ruggie probably has the most chubby cheeks but honestly I don't really think chubby would be the right word!

yes, definitely more chubbier than other more scrawny residents of his dorm if you pinch his cheeks but he's sorta skinny and his face doesn't escape that.

ruggie is the most likely to simply sit still and let you hold his face with a wagging tail because he honestly can't pass up a free... massage?

he's not sure. all he knows that it feels pretty good to be under your affections.

probably backseating you on where to touch cause he's really feeling it, more so when you actually oblige him.

still. his cute face lacks up for all the lack of fat in it so it's still a great pleasure to be able to see his drooping ears and relaxed face.

"I ain't paying you for that," ruggie snickers when you palm his cheeks, leaning into the warmth. "don't go 'round doing this for the others though. they aren't so nice like me."

jack

lean. I mean, have you seen the guy? he might just be a tad more lanky than leona due to the fact he follows a more active lifestyle.

between juggling consistent physical exertion, healthy meals and participating in magishift practices... leona's sleep, eat cycle pales in comparison.

while you don't have the privilege of feeling what little fat is left over in his face, you do get the liberty of skimming your fingers through the defined bones of his face. very fun!

what might be more fun than that is his response, watching how he reacts is far more satisfying than the act of skin to skin contact.

while his tail is swaying at a steady, undeniably pleased pace, his ears are upright. occasionally darting from your face to glance around, decimating if there's anyone straying who could interrupt.

long story short he's putty if you do that. stands compliantly still, or lays still depending on where.

do it once and now it's embedded in your routine. he gets grumpy if you don't do that atleast once a day, be consistent about doing it at the same time everyday and he's happy.

"you remembered this time." jack cleared his throat after minutes of contemplating if it was worth it to speak through the warm silence. he attempts a smile at you, heart accelerating at the redness of his ears. "if you're finished.. I'm more than happy to return the favor."

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#701 He snapped-

Jade: Yuu learned how to fold origami penguins from Floyd the other day, I told them, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day they put them in the fridge~

Jade*Is talking to his parents on the line...he has been talking about you for an hour now* Oh also-

Yuu: Jaaaade jaaaade!LOOK I MADE WIDDLE OREGAMI MORAY EEL I CALL HIM JADE JUNIOR CUZ I CUT MY FINGER AND HE HAS BLOOD ON HIS MOUTH-Isnt he cute?-...LETS PUT HIM IN YOUR TERRANIUMS-*Already running*

Mr & Mrs Leech:...

Jade*Smilling as something in him snapped*...I have to go now~,Expect Grandchildren~

[naomi-nana]

hiiii! Saw you were open to twst requests, so what about one where reader gets invited to coral sea event thing from jade and he confesses his feelings on the boat ride? ^_^

✎ᝰ. eelrily sweet .

you feel as if jade has been observing you every time you make a move. and when you thought you had it all figured out, he continues to surprise you with his words.

featuring : jade leech

cw : gn!reader, big fluff, could be ooc and inaccurate to the event, bad grammars, misunderstandings but nothing sad

a/n : i searched high and low for a translation of this event, and i read all of it. i hope this is accurate to what happened back then because when i played the event i really didn't understand anything LMAO. i also hope this was what you were wishing for, anon!! ^^

you don't know why, but shortly after training for tomorrow's ceremony is finished, you felt a pair of eyes watching you from behind. and whenever you turn around, jade is always standing there, smiling politely at you.

is he trying to eat me?

you can't help but think that way with how his eyes seem to focus whenever it's on you or how his pupils seem to grow a little wider each time. so you decided to try to avoid him. yet every time you make a turn, so does jade leech.

before you could ask him what he was doing, though, riddle beats you to it. "what in the sevens' name are the two of you doing?" he crossed his arms, looking confused yet at the same time not at all curious at what jade is doing. behind him was rook, malleus, and grim, who just came back from the dock together.

"whatever do you mean, riddle?" jade chuckles, showing his sharp teeth under his lips. "i was simply checking around the venue to make sure everything is okay."

"as if i'd believe that ... ahem. anyways, our practice is done for the day, so we should head inside." riddle changed the topic as quickly as he came, wanting to go to bed as soon as possible. but it seems like jade has other plans. "hmm ... how about we ride around the cove(?) for the last time pretending to be the bride and groom?"

"oh, do you mean for extra practice so we'd know how it'd be like tomorrow?" malleus perk up, putting his fingers on his chin, pondering on jade's words. "yes, like that."

"then i agree." malleus continued with a smile on his face.

"well, i agree, too. it would be great if we could have a preview of tomorrow's event better. we can also know better about what we'll be doing."

"oui! i wholeheartedly agree as well!"

"very well then. we should use a bigger boat so it can fit us all." jade suggested before guiding everyone to the said boat. one by one, each of your friends entered the boat, and you were the only one who hadn't entered yet along with jade. before you could step foot into the boat, jade extended his hand to you and bowed slightly with a smile.

"may i have the honor of helping you enter this boat?"

you feel your heart skip a beat when you look at him. has he always been this handsome? "name?" you didn't realize you've been standing frozen until jade called out to you one more time. "ah, yes ... sorry for making you wait. i was thinking of something else."

"oh? what are you thinking of, i wonder. but it's alright, i don't mind waiting."

you finally took his hand in yours. for his looks, he actually has really warm hands. you had always thought that his hands would be cold like winter, but it seems you thought wrong. with the help of jade, you entered the boat smoothly, followed by him.

you were seated between malleus and jade, facing the latter's way. the boat ride was very smooth from the start, with jade rowing it, it was a stark difference to when you tried to do it. he should open a school specifically for boat riders ...

"hm?" jade hummed, raising his eyebrows at your words. oh god, did i say that out loud? you coughed, trying to act as if you didn't say anything. "name, i heard you quite loud and clear, you know. there is no need to lie your way out of a simple mistake." he chuckles, making you flush red in embarrassment.

"sorry, i just say random things out of habit ..."

"i don't mind. but, hmm ... maybe i should become a teacher, after all." he hums, looking at the water as if deep in thought. you gaze at his serene face, thinking that even if he sometimes acts a little weird, he looks like he has what it takes to become a teacher. jade breaks the silence with a hearty laugh. "but then again, the students would probably be disassembled when they leave my school. fufufu."

or maybe not ...

"name, did you know that morays are a slow predator?"

"huh?"

"us morays are more of a 'sit-and-wait' type of predator, instead of one that would immediately jump their opponent." he continued, looking at your face directly this time. "we like to observe our prey first before we attack." is he, like ... actually going to eat me?

"jade ... don't tell me ..." you gulped, gripping the sides of the boat tighter while shaking in your seat. if you were a mage, you would've already teleported the second the word 'morays' left his mouth. you glance at your friends around you, yet it seems like they're occupied with the scenery. seriously, is no one going to help me?!

because why else would he suddenly say that?

"oh? it seems like you already know what i am going to say. i have to hand it to you. you are one of the few people who can predict what i am about to do." he grins, making you shiver. "well, let's say it at the same time, shall we?" he continues, leaning closer to you.

1 ...

2 ...

3 ...

"name, i have taken a liking to you."

"please don't eat me!"

"... oh?" jade stopped dead in his tracks, even his oars are now abandoned on top of his thighs. "... what?" you mutter under your breath. did you hear that, right? jade leech likes you? suddenly, jade bursts into laughter, scaring riddle who is sitting behind him.

"what—you suddenly stopped rowing, and now you're laughing? is this some type of joke to you, jade?!" riddle furrowed his brows, almost fuming at the man.

"oh, my ... riddle, what made you so red?" jade asks in between laughs, irritating the already mad riddle even more. "you...! do not make such jokes right now! i've read somewhere that stopping in the middle of the sea will make you drown! continue rowing at once, or it will be off with your head!"

then, another laugh was heard. this time, it's from rook. "my, this is my most precious finds yet! who'd have thought that roi des roses would be so easily lied to by those fake articles?"

"rosehearts, leech, you have shown me something amusing today. i shall not forget about this." malleus chuckles. "but then again, it would be impossible for me to forget even if i tried."

"krk...!" riddle grits his teeth, looking as if he's about to explode at any given moment due to the amount of teasing the others are giving him. you let out a laugh at the scene before you, turning jade's attention towards you once more.

"uh, jade, what did you mean by your words earlier?"

"hm? i don't quite recall what i said earlier. could you maybe tell me?"

you pout at him, but then you panic when you start to feel the boat moving again. "woah—don't act as if you didn't say anything. clearly, you said something to me earlier!" you replied, pointing your finger at him.

"fufufu, nothing escapes your eyes, it seems. yes, i said that i've taken a liking to you ever since i first saw you," suddenly, the air shifted around the two of you. his mismatched eyes that once held mystery seems to soften whenever it lands on yours. "i thought that you were an interesting person to mess—ahem, talk to."

"i heard that!"

"whatever do you mean?" he grins, "then, as i started to spend more time with you, i feel as if you're worth more than a friend." your cheeks started to warm up at his statement. "what about you?"

"... i- i feel the same way, too. i thought you were scary at first, but then after i started to get to know you, you're actually quite fun to be around."

"fun ...? well, that is a first time. you continue to surprise me every time, name."

"i was just telling the truth ..." you replied, averting your gaze from him. jade's eyes lingers on your face a little longer than intended, before he finally breaks the silence.

"say, would you be inclined to participate in the 'eternity float' with me someday?"

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use (with or without permission), do not recommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[himasgod]

HI I really like your writing and want to request a leona x reader when the reader who just walk up to him when he is “napping” and just snuggle with him out of nowhere when they are tired and would even bring a blanket and pillow sometimes when he taking a nap in the Botanical Garden :)

(Sorry I’m really bad at explaining stuff so I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense)

LEONA X READER

When you cuddle with him during his nap

How would Leona react if you suddenly went up to where he was taking a nap with a blanket and snuggled up next to him to take a nap together?

Leona Kingscholar is sprawled out beneath a tree, one arm slung over his eyes to block the sunlight.

He’s not asleep—not really. Just dozing. Fresh grass and blooming flowers makes it easy to sink into that half-dreaming state he likes so much.

What he doesn’t expect is the sound of soft footsteps approaching. Not cautious, not loud. Just… familiar.

Then there’s a gentle weight beside him. And the rustle of a blanket.

Leona’s ears twitch.

“… You again?” he mutters without opening his eyes.

You hum quietly in response, laying your pillow down right next to him and settling in like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Mhm. I’m tired.”

Leona cracks one eye open to see you wrapped in a blanket, yawning as you snuggle right up against him like he’s some oversized grumpy stuffed animal.

“You bring all that with you just to crash my nap spot?”

You nod sleepily.

“It’s comfy here. You’re warm. And you always nap here, and you're my boyfriend so… figured I’d join.”

He grunts, clearly trying to sound annoyed, but there’s no real bite in it.

“You’ve got guts, herbivore. Most people know better than to get this close when I’m resting.”

You nuzzle into his shoulder, mumbling,

“Most people aren’t me.”

Leona sighs, flopping his arm lazily around your waist, blanket and all.

“Hmph. Don’t blame me if you wake up covered in grass stains.”

“I won’t,” you whisper. “Just lemme stay a bit…”

He won’t admit it out loud, but having you curled up beside him like this makes the botanical garden feel a little warmer

He lets out a low rumble of contentment.

“…Just don’t snore, herbivore.”

[yuuchama]

Azul stays up late into the night, ensuring his contracts are ironclad and his finances are in order. Not a single sorcent unaccounted for. Orders for the lounge are in place, payroll is done, schoolwork for the next day is finished and ready to be turned in.

It's too risky to implement any new ideas without sleeping on them for a night or two. Thus, once his responsibilities are done, Azul checks that everything is locked up and returns to his room long after the rest of his dormitory.

You stir a little when he climbs into bed, vaguely conscious that he's there but too tired to do anything about it. Azul falls asleep soon after his head hits the pillow. Efficient as always. He is a respectable distance away, on his side of the bed with his hands to himself. That doesn't last long.

When the first dull rays of the morning sun filter through the sea and reach Azul's bedroom window, the housewarden is a mess. The belt on his robe is nowhere to be seen. His shirt collar is sloppy. He's wedged his head between your cheek and shoulder. A strand of pearly silver hair tickles your ear and when you tilt your face to avoid it, Azul squeezes your midsection in protest.

One arm is flung over your ribs, the other is curled under your waist. Your own arms are pinned in a rather uncomfortable position. His legs are so entangled in your own, with his knees hooked around your thighs, that it would take a puzzle master to separate the two of you. You can feel his slow breath on your neck.

"Azul," you murmur. "It's hard to breathe." All attempts to fill your lungs with a full breath are thwarted with a tight hug.

There's a minute of silence. Azul lazily turns his head. He can barely see, partially because his glasses are on the nightstand and partially because a mop of hair is obscuring his eyes. His vision is unfocused and he's still half asleep when he squints at you, pupils still adjusting to the light.

"Loosen up," you tell him. It's a common early morning request.

With a little "aah," Azul releases the pressure on your torso. His hands slide across your stomach until they find purchase around your arm. He's acting on instinct more than anything. He would never opt to nudge his nose into the base of your neck and entwine his slender fingers around yours if he was fully awake.

Still, it's not a bad deal at all. Azul gets a full night of restful sleep next to one of his favorite people, ensuring he can work at full power the next day. You get to enjoy his fancy thousand thread count sheets and the innocent way he looks when he's not scheming.

[leviruthan]

could you maybe write the dorm leaders with a reader who is just like yashiro nene (tbhk)? :]

dorm leaders with a reader who is like yashiro nene -

who is clumsy, kind-hearted, a bit naive, romantic and dreamy (watched tbhk really long ago so just how I remember nene, only personality tbh appearance not mentioned)

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

riddle is so stressed by you 

you're the type of walking disaster who breaks rules without meaning to. but somehow he can’t bring himself to stay mad. i mean if you look at him with those wide pleading eyes what's he supposed to do

your tendency to trip over your own feet remind him of a less disciplined version of himself before he went full rulebook tyrant

you once tripped and spilled tea all over his notes. instead of yelling he just sighed and handed you a napkin then muttered "it’s fine. just… be more careful next time" you try to. at least. even though often showing failure. progress is progress..

thinks it's both admirable and idiotic how you’re always trying to see the good in people, even when they’re being total jerks

he tutors you because your grades are… let’s say a work in progress. he’s strict, but he blushes every time your hands brush while you're studying 

you leave little sticky notes with doodled hearts and "you’re doing great, riddle-senpai! :3" on his desk. he keeps them in a secret drawer

lowkey jealous when you gush about other things (like ace’s magic tricks or cater’s selfies) he wants to be the one you gush about. he’d rather die than admit it though 

you’re too trusting, and he’s constantly saving you from shady deals (aka azul) or grim’s and ace's bad ideas

"you can’t just give your lunch to a random student because they ‘looked hungry’!" (some savanaclaw student probably) he lectures then makes sure you get a proper meal afterwards 

secretly loves how you soften his edges. you once dragged him to a festival while he grumbled about frivolous distractions

he let you put a flower crown on his head. he wore it for the rest of the day on the festival, blushing every time you smiled at him

you’re in the heartslabyul garden, trying to help trim the rosebushes, but you’ve accidentally snipped a flower meant for the queen’s display

riddle’s face is redder than the roses as he marches over, rulebook practically manifesting in his hand

"y/n! rule 249 clearly states-!" he stops mid-sentence when you turn around, holding the ruined rose with a sheepish grin "i’m so sorry, riddle! i thought it looked lonely, so i… uh picked it for you?" you tuck the flower behind his ear, and his brain short-circuits

he’s torn between scolding you and melting into a puddle. "y-you can’t just… do that," he stammers, adjusting his dorm leader sash to hide his blush

you giggle and he swears his heart skips a beat. "i’ll make it up to you! tea party, just us? i will make you a strawberry tart too!" and unless you ask for trey's help it's not going to be good

VIL SCHOENHEIT

vil is your personal fairy godmother but the judgy kind

thinks you're cute but he’s also obsessed with "fixing" you.

he’s always adjusting your posture, critiquing your outfit or spritzing you with some fancy perfume because "a diamond in the rough still needs polish, darling"

you once called him pretty instead of handsome during a film club meeting. he didn’t speak to you for an hour, but you caught him smiling at his reflection later

you bring him homemade snacks (they’re a little lumpy, but you tried) he critiques the presentation but eats them anyway when no one’s looking

he’ll brush your hair back to check your makeup or hold your chin to inspect your skincare routine

you’re obsessed with romance novels, and vil catches you crying over one in the pomefiore lounge. he rolls his eyes but sits beside you, offering a silk handkerchief and a critique of the book’s plot. "if you must indulge in such drivel, at least pick something with substance," he says, but he’s secretly reading it later for research purposes obviously

he admires your optimism, though he’d never admit it because he believes you shouldn't always try to see the good it'll make you a target cause not everyone is nice

you’re always hyping him up, telling him he’s even more beautiful in person than on magicam. he smirks, but his heart does a little flip

he’ll adjust your scarf with a soft "you’re hopeless without me."

he lowkey loves your compliments, especially when you gush about his elegance. you’re his biggest fan, and he thrives on it

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

your naive nature makes you an easy target for his contracts, but somehow you keep slipping through his schemes with your pure luck

though, he’s fascinated by your sincerity. you’ll gush about his new menu at the mostro lounge. he’s doesn't know what he should do between exploiting you someway and just basking in your praise

he teaches you to swim better after you nearly drown in a gym class. he’s smug about it. but he’s also gentle

you leave little seashell trinkets on his desk as thank you gifts. he acts like they’re tacky but displays them proudly in his office

he gets flustered when you call him pretty or hug him impulsively. "y/n, this is a professional establishment!"

you broke a teacup in mostro lounge? that’s a favor you owe him now. but hey look at him with your puppy eyes. give him a hug. you're out of trouble 

you’re always daydreaming about some grand romance and azul sees an opportunity. he’ll casually mention how he could "make all your dreams come true" with a sly grin. but then you blush and say, "you already do," he drops whatever he was holding currently

your clumsiness is a problem in the mostro lounge. you’ve broken at least three glasses trying to help out, but azul can’t bring himself to ban you

instead, he assigns you to customer relations (aka smiling at people), which you’re scarily good at

when you once tripped with mocktails crashing to the floor. azul appears in a flash, "y/n, do you know how much those cost?!" he starts

but you’re already on the floor, apologizing profusely with those big, teary eyes

azul just sighs, kneeling to help you clean up. "honestly, you’re more trouble than you’re worth"

but he also knows couldn't trade you for anything 

KALIM AL-ASIM

kalim thinks you’re the best

your cheerful vibe matches his energy perfectly. and he’s always dragging you into his wild plans

you're the best duo. and jamil's worst nightmare 

you both get into trouble constantly of course 

he loves how you never judge his over-the-top ideas. you just nod and go along, even if you end up covered in glitter or lost in the desert

he’s super affectionate, always hugging you or throwing an arm around your shoulders

you make him flower crowns that may not look that great. but he just loves you even tried. and he wears them proudly even during important housewarden meetings 

he gets starry-eyed when you talk about your dreams or blush at his compliments. he’s already planning y(our) future wedding in his head

you're a hopeless romantic and he wants to make EVERY single dream of yours come true. believes he is the prince in your fairytale 

once told him you dreamed of a prince sweeping you off your feet, and he immediately started planning a grand gesture

you’re too trusting, and kalim’s too nice and kind. together you're disastrous. so you both get scammed sometimes

he’s always giving you little gifts. flowers, jewelry, or just shiny rocks he found- because "they reminded me of you!" you’re his favorite person to spoil

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

leona calls you herbivore like everyone else, but with you, it’s almost affectionate. your clumsy attempts to cheer him up amuse him to no end

you tripped and fell into his nap spot, landing right on his chest. he grumbled but didn’t push you off. just smirked and went back to sleep

he likes how you don’t tiptoe around him like others. you’ll plop down next to him and ramble about your day, and he’ll pretend to ignore you (but he’s listening)

you bring him snacks and he eats them without comment, secretly pleased you thought of him 

he’s protective in his own way. someone teases you? they’re getting a glare that could kill. and if they keep it up it will kill

"don’t do anything stupid while I am gone" is a line he often uses, ruffling your hair

you once said you thought he’d make a great king because you were talking about fairytales. and he snorted. "tch, too much work" but he’s lowkey pleased 

you’re too trusting, and it makes him protective. you once wandered into a shady part of the savanaclaw dorm, and leona dragged you out before you could get roped into a dumb bet. "stick with me, or you’re gonna get eaten alive," he growls. but who would dare?

it's not unusual for you to trip and leona catches you before you faceplant. "can you he any less careful." he grumbles

you make him cute little things (flower bracelets and stuff) he says why would you even do that but when you put it on him he's not resisting and doesn't take it off

IDIA SHROUD

"thinks a lot" "doesn't think" duo

you’re both disasters in your own ways. him with his social anxiety you with your clumsiness 

you bond over late-night gaming sessions. you’re terrible at the controls. but he’s patient, muttering tips while blushing at how close you’re sitting

he’s crushing hard but would rather jump into a virtual void than confess. still he’ll fix your phone or hack your game to give you extra lives. that's flirting if you understand

you watch romance animes together and debate on best ships and troupes

ortho floats in and sighs "please touch grass, both of you."

your trusting nature terrifies him. you once clicked a sketchy link on magicam because it promised free rare gacha pulls, and idia had save your account "you’re gonna give me a heart attack!" he whines, but he’s secretly proud of his save

you once hugged him after he fixed your phone, and he blue-screened for a solid minute

you’re in idia’s room, sprawled on the floor. trying to beat a boss in his favorite game. you’re mashing buttons like a gremlin, and he’s wincing

 "y/n, you’re gonna break my controller," he mutters and he leans over, guiding your hands with his own. his hair flickers pink as he realizes how close he is

"u-uh, just… press this one," he stammers. you grin, oblivious to his panic. and cheer happily when you finally win

"idia, you’re a genius!" you tackle-hug him, and he freezes, muttering, “i-it’s just a game…” but he doesn’t push you away

you’re crying over a scene, and idia’s trying to act cool but his hair’s flickering pink

"this is so lame," he mumbles. but when you lean against his shoulder, sniffling, he freezes. "y-you okay?" he stammers. you smile up at with teary-eyes

"you’d totally be the cool loner guy in this anime, idia. too bad he's the second lead. i would have chosen you." his hair flares bright red, and he mumbles, "shut up… but...you’d be the cute main character." you both hide your faces, blushing like idiots in love

MALLEUS DRACONIA

malleus is adores you

you're just so adorable. clumsy, bubbly, innocent, small. your bright energy is like a spark in his shadowy world and he’s quietly smitten

he loves your stories about everyday life. you’ll ramble about dropping your lunch or forgetting homework, and he listens like it’s in the bible 

he takes you on midnight walks through diasomnias gardens, showing you glowing flowers or teaching you about gargoyles. you’re too awestruck to notice his lingering gazes

you make him a lumpy friendship bracelet (it barely fits his wrist and looks not appealing enough) he wears it anyway, and sebek yells about "disrespect!" until malleus silences him

he’s possessive in a quiet way. if someone else is hogging your attention, his eyes darken and suddenly there’s a storm brewing outside 

you’re not afraid of him (mostly because you’re too oblivious and uh idiotic) and he treasures how you treat him like just another guy

your romantic daydreams make him curious. you once described your ideal date. stargazing, a picnic, maybe a dance. and malleus took mental notes. a week later, he invited you to a "casual" nighttime stroll that was suspiciously close to your dream date

you’re too trusting, and it worries him. you once followed a mysterious light in the woods, thinking it was pretty, and malleus had to pull you back before you wandered into some kind trap

"child of man, you must be more cautious," he says while already casting protective spells around you. although if you're with him he'll let you do anything because he's confident he can protect you

you’re in the diasomnia courtyard, trying to dance with malleus after you heard he’s never tried it. you’re terrible, stepping on his toes, but he just chuckles cause, like your little feet could hurt him. he guides you with a hand on your waist

[starmaidengarden]

Hey so you know Floyd, Riddle, Jack howl and Epel got their own tsums. Their s/o has a weird calming affect on the tsum that was previously rolling around like crazy:, Floyd tsum squeezes his s/o arm and his s/o’s just like “boop -*pats it gently * awwe. Not too tight ok. You can sit here with me”. S/o peels it off their arm and sets it on their lap And the floyd tsum doesn’t know what to do with itself.?

— floyd: x gn!reader. no cw/tw. established relationship. dividers: uzmacchiato.

The Lounge was anything but peaceful. Floyd's tsum zipped and bounced around like living marbles on the floor, particularly a certain Floyd tsum—a chaotic blur of soft fabric and unrestrained energy. Small and squishy, yes—but it rolled like a cannonball, bit like a plush piranha, and had a disturbingly strong grip for something made of cotton and pure chaos. It bounced off walls. It chewed on chair legs. It once got tangled in Jade’s shoelaces and refused to let go until it was bribed with a shrimp-shaped keychain.

It was, in every possible way, a tiny, adorable disaster. “Floyd, get it off the chandelier,” Azul hissed one morning as the tsum swung above the lounge in a victorious display of acrobatics. Floyd, sitting upside down on a couch with a lazy grin, only laughed. “He’s just havin’ fun~! Look at him go~!” Then you walked in. You had barely stepped into the room when the tsum, mid-swing, let out a high-pitched squeaky noise and launched itself off the chandelier like a fuzzy missile.

It clamped onto your arm like a baby squid, limbs locked tight, making a delighted little chirring sound as it clung. You blinked down at it, unbothered. “Well hello there, lil’ buddy.” The tsum gave you another affectionate death grip. “Too tight, now. Easy.” You gently patted its squishy plush head. “Boop. There we go. You can hang out, but let’s not cut off circulation, okay?” Carefully, you peeled the tsum off your arm like a stubborn sticker and set it in your lap.

It blinked up at you. Then it blinked again. And did nothing. No biting. No rolling. No screaming. Just… sat there. Motionless. It was as if the physical embodiment of Floyd’s chaotic spirit had been sedated by the simple power of gentle affection. You began stroking its head, and the tsum made a little purring sound—then slumped into your lap with a heavy plush sigh. Utterly content. Floyd watched the whole thing with a slow blink. “...You broke him,” he finally said, sounding both amused and mildly sad.

You. Sitting on the couch. Calm as ever. His tsum. Usually a squeaking blur… now peacefully curled up in your lap, squished into your hoodie like a sleepy gremlin. “…Whatcha do to him?” Floyd tilted his head. “He ain’t even bitin’ no one.” “I just gave him a pat,” you said with a smile. “He got all cuddly after that.”

The tsum gave a sleepy chirp of agreement. Floyd blinked. Then burst out laughing. “AHAHA—wow~ Even mini-me likes you more than me now?” resting his head against your shoulder. The tsum immediately gave a grumpy squeak and attempted to shove him off with its stubby body. Floyd smirked down at his own tsum. “You little copycat, stealing my Shrimpy.” The tsum squeaked again, curling tighter into your lap. It was now full-on glaring at Floyd, which only made him cackle louder. “Jealous of me?” he teased. “I am you, y’know!”

Floyd grinned, sharp teeth flashing. “Tch. Don’t let him fool ya~ I can be squishier. Wanna see?” Before you could respond, Floyd had wrapped himself around you like a lanky human blanket, arms draped over your shoulders, chin resting atop your head. The tsum let out a squeaky protest, trying to reclaim its place.“Too late,” Floyd murmured, smirking against your hair. “I called dibs first.”

[cheapshrimpysheep]

True Feelings Chocolate - OB Students

SUMMARY: It is normal on Valentine's Day for friends or schoolmates to exchange chocolates with each other. However, the quality of the chocolate reveals how the person really sees you. And homemade chocolate is the greatest message of love that someone can receive on this day.

CHARACTERS: Overblot Students (Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia) x Yuu (Reader)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Kiss

WORD COUNT: An average of 1.280 words per character.

COMMENTS: The number of words varies depending on how much the character is the type to hide his true feelings.

I also would like to be able to write more eloquent lines for characters like Malleus, but as English is not my first language this becomes a bit difficult sometimes.

I hope you enjoy and Happy Valentine's Day 💝

True Feelings Chocolate - Freshmen (Ace Trappola / Deuce Spade / Jack Howl / Epel Felmier / Sebek Zigvolt) x Yuu (Reader)

REAL WORLD CONTEXT: You may already know this, but Valentine's Day in Japan is different than in Western countries. In Japan (from what I know and have researched) this day is not exclusively related to romantic love but also to friendship or simple connections between schoolmates or work colleagues.

Just like in the West, it is marked by the gifting of chocolate, but the quality of the chocolate differs: If it's a boss or colleague you're not friends with, they're usually cheaper, more common chocolates. The quality and even price of the chocolate increases according to the relationship with the person to whom it is offered. And a chocolate made by the person themselves is the most valuable of all and is usually, from what I understand, almost like a confession of love.

On Valentine's Day, it is women who offer chocolates to men, but in this case I just kept the logic of chocolates and excluded the gender thing.

Another thing is that since it is normal to give chocolates to friends as well, it becomes more discreet to give more special chocolates to a certain person and it doesn't draw attention to simply give chocolate to someone.

NOTE: Thaumarks would be the equivalent of US dollars.

The rules are clear: the quality of the chocolate represents the quality and importance of the relationship between the giver and the person to whom it is given. And a chocolate made by the giver is the most valuable of all. Which meant he could buy chocolates for his schoolmates, but not for you!

According to the rules and analyzing what he felt for you, your chocolate MUST be made by him and it had to be perfect! Or as close to perfection as he could get.

He has no shame, nor does he think twice before asking Trey for help. He had that smile of someone who wants to mess with him a little the entire time, but knows that wouldn't be a good idea... Okay, maybe just a little comment to see how he would react.

“So... homemade chocolate for (Y/N).” He said as they waited for the chocolate to melt and Riddle prepared the molds.

Riddle continued with what he was doing, but he had blushed a little.

“Those are the rules.” he replies. "The quality of the chocolate should represent how the giver sees the person to whom it is given.”

“I know. I just never thought I'd see you making this kind of chocolate so soon.”

Riddle did not respond, probably because he thought the same thing.

What Riddle didn't know, because it was supposed to be a surprise too, was that you were also making chocolates for him. You made chocolate dipped strawberries. Knowing that Strawberry Tarts are his favorite food, this seemed like the best choice for Valentine's Day chocolates. Once they were ready, you placed them in a red box that you had bought at Sam's Mystery Shop and finished by tying the box with a bow.

The next day, Valentine's Day, you are preparing the boxes of chocolates to give to the Heartslabyul boys when there is a knock on your door. You open it and find Riddle with his hands behind his back.

“Good morning, (Y/N). I believe you know what day it is today.”

You confirm and say that you were just preparing the chocolates to take to his dorm.

“Oh, that's a coincidence. Because I came here to offer you mine too.” He takes his hand from behind his back revealing a beautiful heart-shaped box with golden designs. “And...” in the other, a small bouquet of roses. He's blushing just a little bit

You take the box and the bouquet, and Riddle smiles when he sees your reaction. But before you open it, you remember and go to the bag where your chocolates were and take out his box and offer it to him. He wasn't surprised that you gave him chocolates, but he was a little when he saw that the box wasn't from any brand. You also take the opportunity to place the roses on the entrance table so you can open the box.

When you take the lid off you see several heart shaped chocolates with your favorite toppings, however, some of the hearts were a little bit crooked and some of the designs on the hearts seemed to have gone slightly wrong. You ask if he made them, unable to contain a small chuckle.

“Y-yes.” he sulks a little seeing you laugh. “I picked the ones that looked best... the first ones burned.”

You taste one of them and feel your favorite filling on your tongue. You say it's very good and Riddle can't contain that sweet smile of his.

“Truly? I... I am so glad!”

And then he remembers the box you gave him. He opens it and sees the chocolate covered strawberries. You say that since he liked strawberry tart so much you thought he would like them. He looks at the strawberries with a sparkle in his eyes, picks one up and tastes it before giving you a cute smile again.

“It's incredible how something so simple can taste so good.” he tells you “So... were they made by you too?” You confirm, but then he asks: “You... did you also make chocolates for the others?” he seemed ashamed to ask that.

You say no, that those were the only ones you made, all the others were bought.

“Really?!” he says smiling, but then immediately clears his throat to assume his usual posture again.

However, he realized what it means, that you felt the same way about him as he felt about you, and it made him chuckle. He holds your free hand, while the other still holds the box of chocolates, gets closer to you and kisses your cheek gently.

“You said you were preparing to go to Heartslabyul.” He tells you with a tender look, as if he can finally look at you the way he wants and you deserve. “Allow me to escort you there then. And I insist on helping you carry the boxes.”

He will take you to Heartslabyul with your arm intertwined with his like a gentleman, while his other arm carries the bag with the chocolates that you will offer to your friends.

Ace and Deuce will argue and compete because they both bought you the exact same box of chocolates that were your favorite. Cater bought you the cutest chocolates he could find and wanted to take a picture of the two boxes together, the one you gave him and the one he gave you. Trey says he wished he had made the chocolates himself but, you know, rules and possible misunderstandings to be avoided, so he ended up buying some chocolates that he also liked as a sort of sharing of favorites.

Regardless of whether you would get chocolates back or not, you bought chocolates for Jack and Ruggie, and you wanted to follow the "rules" and make the chocolates for Leona yourself. But what chocolate would he like? He loves meat, but this doesn't help much. Or maybe it does... you search on the internet for chocolates for meat lovers and see what you can find.

But you didn't find anything, or at least nothing that didn't also involve wine. However, you noticed that dark chocolate was the most used, if not the only one, so you decided to use it and make the famous, perhaps even cliché, heart-shaped chocolates. Once they're done, you put them in the yellow box you bought at the Mystery Shop.

On Valentine's Day, you prepare everything to go deliver the chocolates to Savanaclaw.

Of course Jack also bought you chocolates, your favorite ones by the way. He struggled to keep his tail still when he saw how happy you were and the chocolates you gave him.

Ruggie seemed... struggling to give you the chocolates he had bought for you. He would have liked to have bought the cheaper chocolate, but he didn't want to give you a chocolate that meant you were nothing to him. So he had to spend a little more money and that was what was hurting him. However, his pain was eased by your chocolates.

Leona wasn't with them, so he could only be in his room. You go there and knock on the door.

“What?” You hear Leona's voice on the other side.

You open the door and enter his room. It's no surprise to see him lying in bed as if he had just woken up from a nap. He looks at you with his hands behind his head and smirks.

“Oh, yeah, did you come here to deliver your friendship sweets?” he says mockingly.

“Actually, yes.” you answer, walk towards him and stretch out your arm, handing him the yellow box. “This one is for you.”

He glances sideways at the box for a second, but then lifts his torso and sits up on the bed. He picks up the box and opens it to find dark chocolate hearts. You tell him that you tried to find some kind of recipe with meat but didn't find much. However it seemed like dark chocolate was the best one to pair with meat so that's why you chose it.

“So, you're saying that you did these little things?” Leona picks up one of the chocolates with a smug grin on his face. “Let's see how you did then. I must remind you that my palate is quite delicate.” He takes a bite and seems to enjoy the chocolate, but doesn't say anything.

Instead, he puts the box on the bed, gets up and seems to walk away from you. But then you notice that he's walking over to a chair in the corner of the room covered in clothes. He lazily removes one of the pieces of clothing from the seat and reaches for the white box that was hidden underneath. He comes back and hands you the box.

“Good enough. Here's your prize.”

You take the box and look at it. It’s white with gold details, texture and embossing. It's also relatively heavy for a box of chocolate, and thick. You don't even recognize that brand. Leona laugh at your reaction.

“You've definitely never seen one of these.”

You can't open the box with only one hand, you had to put it on Leona's bed to be able to open it with both hands. He complained like you expected him to, but then he just sat there watching you open the box and see what was inside, while eating more of your chocolates like they were snacks.

You open it, and inside the white box there is a wooden box. You remove the wooden box and see another wooden thing, like a square plate, with a kind of small wooden tongs. Leona is amused by your reaction. You took this out of the white box too, underneath is a booklet, and underneath that, there's a brochure. And after that there finally seems to be nothing left to take out.

“If you're wondering which one is the chocolate, it's the wooden box.” He points to the first thing you took out of the box and take another chocolate of yours to eat.

You pick up the wooden box with a little golden square on the lid and opens it. You pick up a large square wrapped in gold paper. At the bottom of the box, in a smaller diamond-shaped hole with a single cocoa bean.

“That is chocolate.” Leona casually pointed to the large square wrapped in gold paper.

You decide to see what that wooden thing with the tongs was before that. You pick it up, take the tongs off the top and remove the paper it was holding, revealing a gold square with engravings and what looks like a wooden frame around it. You read the title on the sheet of paper: “Testing utensil and plate.” And realizes that these are basically instructions on how to taste the chocolate using tongs and putting it on the golden plate.

You finally decide to search for those chocolates on the internet and you only had to type the name of the brand to see that the first result was: ‘The most expensive chocolate in Twisted Wonderland’. You found that same box and discovered that it cost almost 500 thaumarks. Leona just laughs at your shocked face.

Before you could say anything, maybe even say that you couldn't accept a chocolate like that, Leona takes the golden square and unwraps it, revealing the chocolate, which by the color seems to be your favorite. He breaks one of the triangles that formed the square and places it in front of your lips.

“Go on.” He smirks. “Open your mouth and say what you wanted to say.”

You open your mouth, but instead of talking you take a bite of the chocolate, as he wanted you to do. And it's incredible! He puts the rest of that piece of chocolate on top of the golden plate.

Knowing that the handmade chocolates were an “I love you” message, Leona felt completely confident in doing what he did next. As you were standing, he also stood up, put one of his hands on your waist and pulled you against him to kiss you.

You already kind of knew that it was possible to receive some kind of chocolate from Azul. This tradition can also be seen as a way of strengthening ties or showing respect for colleagues. He would not miss the opportunity to be “generous” to certain people whom he may or may not have selected as people of interest.

But no matter what kind of chocolate he would give you, you wanted to follow the rules and make yourself his chocolate.

You weren't sure which type of chocolate he would like best, so you decided to make a few of each, some dark chocolate, some milk chocolate, and some white chocolate. ‘By chance’, Sam had some molds for sale that you could use to make chocolates in sea-themed shapes like shells, seahorses, starfish, crabs, etc. One of the molds was even of a cute little octopus. You also bought a beautiful lavender box to put the chocolates in.

The next day, Valentine's Day, you were preparing the chocolates to give to the Octavinelle boys when someone knocked on your door.

“Good morning, (Y/N).” Azul greets you with his charming smile and his hands behind his back. “Were you getting ready to go out? I hope I'm not taking up too much of your time. I'm sure you have a lot of chocolates to deliver today, knowing how many acquaintances you've made at this school. But let me be the first to present you.” He takes his hands from behind his back revealing a beautiful lavender box with the Mostro Lounge logo in silver.

He must have prepared several boxes of that for his... acquaintances (clients) as well. But you accept the box anyway and take the opportunity to give him yours. Azul doesn't seem too surprised that you give him chocolates too, but he is when he sees that there is no brand on the box. You open your boxes at the same time to see... the same chocolates, the exact same shapes.

“Have you also-” You two start saying at the same time and then stop when you realize you're talking over each other.

“The molds in Sam's mystery shop.” Azul continued with a sweet tone. “You bought them too. So... that means...”

“These chocolates.” You say. “Were they made by you?”

“Yes, they were!” He smiles proudly. “Please, go ahead to taste them. Tell me what you think.”

You can see he used your favorite type of chocolate. You pick up one of the chocolates, take a bite and discover that it has your favorite filling. He can see that you loved it by your face, but he wants to hear your words and you only increase his pride with them.

You then ask him to try your chocolates. You confess that you didn't really know which one would be his favorite so you made some of each type. This makes him chuckle.

“Don't worry, they all look delicious. Let's see if the same applies to the taste, shall we?” He smirks before taking one of the chocolates to his mouth and biting into it.

He looked surprisingly intrigued and you didn't know what that meant. So you ask him if there's something wrong with the chocolates.

“No, that's not it. Your chocolates are very simple, without any special filling or anything that improves the original flavor of the ready-made chocolate. So why...? Why does it taste so good if it's nothing special? Did you use something that my taste buds aren't detecting?”

It was wierd, Azul almost seemed insulted, like you were tricking him somehow. Or like he wanted to figure out the logical explanation for that flavor. You say you only followed a recipe and seeing that he seemed dissatisfied with this explanation you say that people say that something made with love tastes better.

“Don't be ridiculous." He says despite starting to blush a little. “Feelings do not change a well-made recipe or a cook's skills. It might make them lazier and less willing to do things properly." he says, clearly thinking of a certain someone. "But it doesn't suddenly make someone an extraordinary cook. That's not how it works. It doesn't make sense."

And then his subtle indignation gives way to a quite seductive smile.

“Maybe I should see how you do them to find out your secret. And in return, I can teach you how to make the fillings and stuff them. What do you think? Cooking together and teaching each other.” He gets closer to you and tilts your head with a gentle finger on your chin. “Doesn't that sound like a good deal, my dear?”

After this you tell him that you were preparing to go to Octavinelle to offer him, Jade and Floyd the chocolates. There was still the boxes to be delivered to the twins.

“Oh, I wonder what you got for them.”

You say that for Jade you found some mushroom-shaped chocolates and for Floyd you bought some that said they all had different flavors but didn't say which ones, you realized that it was one of those sweets that you only find out if you were lucky or not with the flavor after tasting it.

Azul's mood seemed to improve when you said you had bought the chocolates and not made them. He also highlighted your excellent ability to choose gifts and added that you could be an excellent... business colleague. He liked the idea of a special personal assistant. He will accompany you to Octavinelle and insist on carrying him your gifts.

Jade loved the chocolates you chose for him, although it's hard to be sure even with all those smooth talking praises. For you, he asked his parents to send him some special Coral Sea chocolates. Azul asks you to examine that box and doesn't even hide his distrust towards Jade, who appears theatrically sad. He recognizes those chocolates with the box still sealed and knows that there is nothing wrong with those, so he returns them to you with more peace of mind.

Floyd was a little put off at first because the chocolates looked boring, but he soon became interested when you told him about the surprise flavors. He tried one that he said tasted like octopus and started laughing with great amusement. For you he bought shrimp-shaped chocolates and commented something about finding it funny to see it as a kind of cannibalism.

Kalim would definitely give you chocolates, but you had no way of knowing if Jamil would do the same. You already know how reluctant he is to call someone a friend, let alone give someone chocolates, that is not out of pure politeness, on a day like Valentine's. But either way you wanted to follow the rules and offer him chocolates made by you.

You weren't sure which type of chocolate he would like best, so you decided to make a few of each, some dark chocolate, some milk chocolate, and some white chocolate. But you didn't want to make just boring chocolate hearts. However, you didn't know if there was any filling he liked with the chocolates, so at Sam's Mystery Shop you try to find at least pretty molds. And you found heart molds with beautiful line art. That, and a pretty dark red box with a golden bow.

The next day, Valentine's Day, you were preparing the boxes of chocolates to take to the Scarabia boys, but they were faster than you.

“GOOD MORNING (Y/N)!” Kalim greets you enthusiastically when you open the door after hearing the knock on it. “Happy Valentine's Day!” He stretches out his arms with a huge smile and a huge basket of chocolates. It even had a heart-shaped balloon tied to it.

You need both hands to pick up the basket. You try to tell him that he didn't need to offer you so much, in fact he didn't need to offer you anything, but all that...

“Don't worry. I love giving gifts to my friends! And it's okay if you can't eat them all before the expiration date, I'm sure Grim can help you with that. There's enough for both of you in there. Hahaha.”

“Or at least we hope it's enough for both of you.” Jamil comments behind him. “Be careful Grim doesn't steal them all from you. And I'm sure Kalim would love to spend a little more time with you, but he has to go deliver the rest chocolates.” He frowns wearily and helplessly.

You can only imagine how many chocolates someone who treats practically everyone as a friend has to give away. But you ask them to wait just one more minute. You put the basket on the table in the hallway, take the one of the chocolate boxes you were preparing to take with you and hand it to Kalim.

Just like the chocolates he gave you, yours were also bought, except the brand you bought was much cheaper. But none of that mattered to Kalim, he was thrilled just because you gave him chocolate at all. But then he remembers and looks back at Jamil.

“We’ll open them in the dorm.” Jamil says. “I'll just try one and you can eat the rest. I know (Y/N) is trustworthy.”

Kalim celebrates and thanks him for allowing him to eat the chocolates. You wait for them to turn their backs to call Jamil in a whisper that you knew he would hear and Kalim wouldn't. He turns as Kalim walks to the gate and you hand him the dark red box with the golden bow. He looks at the box in surprise, glances at Kalim and thought quickly. He takes the box and says: “I'll text you.” before he turns and walks towards Kalim with your box in his hands.

If you had given him that box while Kalim was looking, he would have been super curious and happy for Jamil, maybe even started saying that he should offer you a box too and ask about it. And you knew how much Jamil liked to be discreet and not draw Kalim's attention to his affairs.

You had time to go to all the other dorms and deliver your friendship chocolates before he sent you the messages:

“I'm sorry I didn't thank you for the chocolates when you gave them to me. We only just finished delivering Kalim's chocolates, and he went to the Pop Music Club. I wanted to ask you if there would be a possibility of you passing through Scarabia today? I would like to thank you properly.”

You say you can and he asks if it can be in an hour. You don't ask him why, even though you're asking that to yourself, but you say yes and the meeting is set.

At the agreed time you go to Scarabia and you don't even need to tell Jamil that you have arrived, he is already at the doors of the main building waiting for you. And as if that wasn't enough of a surprise, when you approach him he holds out his hand for you to place yours on top and he kisses the back of your hand. He has a charmingly confident smile on his face. He leads you like a gentleman through the dorm hallways.

“I apologize again for being so curt with you when you gave me the box.” He says as you walk with one of your arms intertwined with his. “You truly caught me off guard. I wanted to thank you at that moment, but I was so much more focused on being quick so that Kalim wouldn't... you know... intrude.” That was the least rude way of saying what he really wanted to say.

You ask him what happened after you gave him the chocolates. The box wasn't small, he wouldn't have been able to hide it from Kalim.

“What I expected.” he sighed. “Kalim started making questions right away. But don't worry, you made the right decision by handing me the box when he wasn't looking. I hope he didn't bother you about it though.”

No, Kalim didn't text or call you after that. Jamil discreetly whispered a "excellent" with a somewhat sinister smile. You ask him if he liked the chocolates and tell him that, since you didn't know which was his favorite chocolate, you decided to use them all. He gives you a slight smile.

“I can appreciate them all. When they're done well.” he smirked. “The shape was nice, probably because of the molds you used. The taste... was good enough.”

You look at him a little sadly, or maybe a little sullenly. He laughs.

“They were good.” he says more gently. “But I think you can do better.” The smug smile returns. “Maybe if I teach you a few things? Or if we cook together? I wouldn't mind that. I bet it would be... interesting to be your tutor.” He seems to like the idea, probably because of the hierarchy you would have (in addition to the one you already have).

You arrive at his room and he invites you to come in and sit on his bed.

“My roommate is also at a club meeting.” He explains, as he picks up a box, that didn't look like anything special, from his desk. “Here.” he gives you the box and sits next to you. “I thought about making you chocolates too.” He can't look you in the eyes and tries to hide the blush that was starting to appear on his cheeks. “But... I didn't want to give them to you without knowing... I made these when I got back to Scarabia, after Kalim had gone to the club meeting.” he points to the box on your lap. “I didn't have much time to get a nicer box, sorry.”

You open the box to find several heart-shaped chocolates made with your favorite type of chocolate. But the ones in the middle had letters that, the way they were arranged, formed the phrase “I love you too”.

“You bought the ones you gave to Kalim.” Jamil says, still reluctant to look you in the eyes. “And made the ones you gave me. That's what it means, isn't it? ...Try it.”

You do so and take one of the chocolate hearts, bite into it and discover that it has your favorite filling. As you expected, the flavor is divine and you say this to Jamil when he asks you what you thought of them.

“I haven't tried them yet after they're done. Can I steal one from you?”

You say yes, but instead of his hand going towards the box, it goes towards your face, holds your chin to turn your head towards him and he kisses you.

You knew you were screwed. Vil is demanding about everything and anything. But you also know he can still appreciate someone’s effort and dedication. Even if your chocolates don’t turn out perfectly, which is most likely the case, you know he’ll still be happy with your hard work and thoughtfulness.

Your real problems lie elsewhere: nutrition and healthy ingredients. Your best bet was dark chocolate, it’s the healthiest of all. But you couldn't just make boring plain chocolates, and making them in the shape of a heart wasn't enough. You search for healthy chocolate recipes for Valentine's Day and you find a recipe for dark chocolate with fruits and nuts.

It was a lot of work to remove the seeds from the kumquats, chop the almonds, dry the cherries and do everything as the recipe said, but eventually your heart-shaped chocolates with fruits and nuts were ready on time. You just had to buy the prettiest purple box you could find at Sam's Mystery Shop and a good red bow.

The next day, Valentine's Day, you took your chocolates to Pomefiore to deliver them.

Rook would be happy with any type of chocolate you give him. The simple fact that you give him a box or even just a bag on such a special day makes him beam with joy. And of course he also bought you a box of chocolates, your favorites, by the way. (Regardless of whether you told him which ones they were or not)

The best chocolates you can give Epel are the ones you know he likes but that Vil wouldn't let him eat. Even if Vil found out, it would be rude not to accept such a kind gift, so according to etiquette he would have to accept your gift. The two of you smile mischievously at each other. And yes, of course he also bought you chocolates. He asked his family to send special chocolates typical of Harveston just for you.

All that was left was to deliver the last box to Vil, but before you turned around to go to his room to see if he was there, he was kind enough to appear in the lounge at that moment. The way he walked towards you with his eyes fixed on you and that beautiful discreet smile made you feel like the most special person in the room.

You say he arrived just in time because you were about to go look for him, and you give him the pretty purple box with a red bow. He smiles in satisfaction and pick up the box.

“Well, I can't say I'm surprised to receive another box of chocolates today. And I see that this box is not of any brand. May I then assume that they were made by you?” His smile softens even more when you confirm, but even so he doesn't miss the opportunity to add a little smugness to it. “Well, let's see how you did then?”

Vil opens the box and is actually surprised by what he sees inside. He picks up one of the chocolate hearts and examines it.

“Dark chocolate.” He says in an approving tone. “I see almonds, dried cherries and... are those candied kumquats?” The fruits were what surprised him the most and he looks at you in such a neutrally curious way that you don't know whether he approved of those chocolates or not.

You tell him that you know how much he values his good nutrition, so you tried to find the healthiest Valentine's chocolate recipe, and that was the recipe you chose. You add that you followed the recipe to the letter as if defending yourself in case he doesn't like it, but at that moment you see his shoulders relax, the smile return and his eyes look at you with affection.

“You aren’t the first one to give me handmade chocolates.” he starts saying and looks at your chocolates in his hands. “But you are the first one who knows me well enough to know what I would actually like to receive. Except for Rook, but he's a strange exception. All the other boxes that arrived were of the sweetest and most caloric chocolates imaginable. I understand and appreciate the gesture but...” He looks back at you and gives you a small smile. “They don't really know me, do they?”

He takes a bite of your chocolate and looks serious about tasting it for seconds that feel like minutes to you. You ask how they are and if they taste good, he looks at you seriously and then starts laughing when he sees your worried face.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to mess with you a little. I would like to say that these chocolates are quite good, but to do so I have to add that they are, for the skills of someone who is not a professional cook. I don't think I've ever tried this kind of sweets before. Could you give me the recipe?” and even eats the rest of the chocolate he has in his hand, with an expression of clear delight.

Your instinct tells you that something is going on behind you. You look over and see Epel slightly uncomfortable with the way Rook is looking at you and Vil as if he was watching the most wonderful and touching romantic play in the history of theater. He doesn't say a word as if a single syllable could ruin the moment, and he looks like he wants to burst into tears with emotion.

You feel a gentle hand on the small of your back, you turn your head again and see that it is Vil pulling you slightly to invite you to go with him.

“I can imagine the work it took you to remove the seeds from these kumquats and candied them. Such thoughtfulness and well done hard work deserves a proper reward. Don't you think?”

His gaze alternates between looking at you sweetly and looking at Rook in a subtly threatening way, as if warning him not to snoop around. The same look could be given to any other student who looked at you with the same nosy curiosity.

Vil invites you to go with him to a place, you follow him and you arrive at the door of his room. He looks haughtily at the corridor and sees that no one followed you, or if they did they would be left behind in that same corridor. He invites you in, saying that he also has something for you. After he closes the door behind him, he goes to his desk and picks up a small, beautiful, heart-shaped golden box to give you.

“Seeing me enjoying your chocolates was a spectacle and proof enough of your value to the public.” he says referring to the other Pomefiore students who were in the lounge. “They don't deserve to witness more.”

He makes a gesture encouraging you to open the box and you do so. There were few chocolates, at least compared to the ones you gave him, but not only were they beautifully decorated, they were also made from your favorite type of chocolate. Even if your favorite is the least healthy of all. You look at him in surprise.

“Don't get used to it.” he warns you, raising a finger. “I did less on purpose so as not to be so detrimental to your nutrition.” he pokes your nose gently “This is a rare exception, you hear?”

Even though you know what his answer would be, you ask if he was the one who made them.

“Yes, they look astonishing professional, don't they?” He smiled with the greatest pride, before returning to his regular speech. “I also thought about preparing something nutritious, until I thought about what you would like to receive and not what I would like to give. If I did what I thought was best for you while neglecting your own tastes, it would not only be wrong but an insult. It would be the same as all those fans who offered me chocolates without knowing what I would like or even wanting to try. Those chocolates would convey the message that I like you but I want to mold you into the person I want you to be and that is both a lie and a blasphemy. I want to help you improve of course, but that doesn't mean I don't like who you are now. So I used your favorite chocolates and fillings regardless, but did it in small quantities. However, if you wake up tomorrow with a stomach ache because you ate them all, don't blame me, understood?”

If you hug him he will tell you to be careful so the chocolates don't fall out of the box, but he will hug you back, maybe just more delicately.

You taste one of the beautiful chocolates and they are delicious. The pride on Vil's face only increases when you tell him this. Catching you off guard, he gently holds your chin with his index finger and thumb and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“This is my thank you for your gift.” he then puts his face right in front of yours, your noses almost touching “And this is my thank you for you.” and he kisses your lips.

“ARE YOU CRAZY?!” Idia tells Ortho. “Me? Cook? For THEM? Do you want them to hate me for giving them food so poorly prepared that it could poison them? Should I check-up you? Your cause-and-effect conclusions seems to be miscalculating things.”

“I don’t detect any abnormality in my data processing.” Ortho guarantees him. “But that's what the rules of Valentine's Day tradition say. And I can even use quotes from your games and mangas to support my argument.”

“OI! Don't use those things against me, it's a low blow! Besides, like you said, those are games and mangas, or even movies, they're not real. Real life is not a fairy tale where you always conveniently fall in love with the right person who feels the same way about you. There is a much greater chance that you will fall in love with someone you don't deserve and end up preferring Prince Charming.”

“So what?”

“W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'SO WHAT'?”

“You don't need to declare yourself to them. You just have to offer them chocolates. If the feeling is not mutual, just leave it at that. But I'm sure that (Y/N) will offer you something. Especially knowing how much you like sweets.”

“Oh yeah, sure, it's so much better to receive a friendzone chocolate than nothing at all. It must be the new trend to replace the bucket of ice cream to eat by the spoonful while crying watching a romcom wrapped in a blanket in the middle of the dark.”

“Come on. You know (Y/N), they would appreciate anything you did simply because you tried. They are the type to appreciate the effort and intention more than the end result. I've heard them tell how happy they were with a mere postcard from Malleus Draconia during the winter break.”

“That’s because he's The Malleus Draconia. Anything coming from someone like him is spectacular. Even a curse would be a source of pride for someone to receive simply because he acknowledged their existence.”

While Ortho was trying to convince Idia to At Least Try to make some kind of chocolate for you, you were looking for molds for your chocolates at Sam's Mystery Shop.

And ‘coincidence of coincidences’ Sam had in stock molds in the shape of items from a mobile game that Idea loves. Funny enough, they were also sweets, items for the cards if you're not mistaken. But the problem arose when you saw the price: 130 thaumarks. Sam approached you when he saw your certainty in wanting to buy that item turn into doubt and consideration.

You told him you wanted to buy that, but it was too expensive for your tight budget. So, knowing that you're a trustworthy little imp, he lets you pay what you can for it and work a day or two at the store until you can pay the rest. But he wouldn't need you anytime soon, he'll tell you when he does. You accept the deal and get the molds in addition to the ingredients and the bright blue box with a black bow.

Knowing that he loves sweets, you decide to use white chocolate and milk chocolate. And you made a lot of them, enough to fill the box almost to its limit.

Meanwhile, the only way Ortho found to convince Idia to get you chocolates was by suggesting that he make some and buy others and wait to see if you would give him chocolates and what kind. If you gave him friendship chocolates, he would give you the box he bought; if you gave him chocolates you made yourself (as if), he would give you the ones he made... and the ones he bought too. “I'm terrible at cooking. It's better to play it safe if they come out inedible.”

The next day, Valentine's Day, you take your gifts to go to Ignihyde to deliver them to the Shroud brothers.

You give Ortho a cute heart-shaped power back. You tell him that you would like to give him chocolates too, but since he doesn't eat you try to find something equivalent. And even if it's not a very good charger, it's still a cute decoration. Ortho completely agrees with you and is very happy that you put so much thought into his gift. He gives you chocolate in return, a box of your favorites.

Idia is nowhere to be seen, but Ortho knows you know where to find him. You go to his bedroom door and knock on it. The door opens for you. As you might expect, he is sitting in front of his computer. He pauses the game he was playing, takes off his headphones and turns his chair to look at you.

“Hey, um, you don't need to give me chocolates out of pity if that's the case. I don't need to get something just because my brother received a gift.”

You assure him that it's not out of pity, it's because you really wanted to give him those chocolates.

“I hope you didn't spend too much. I don't want you to regret it to much.”

"I may have spent a little more than I expected," you admit, handing him the box and placing it on his lap. "But I'll be keeping the molds.”

“Molds?! You didn't actually...” He stops to first check if what he thought you had done was true.

He opens the box and it takes him a few seconds to analyze those shapes well. You are startled to see him jump out of his chair.

“THESE ARE GROOVY SWEETS! Where did you found them? Wait! You said you found molds? I didn't even know there were molds to make them! How much did it cost? This game is quite niche, it must not have been easy to find. Or cheap.”

You say finding them was easy because you simply saw them in Sam's Mystery Shop and recognized the shapes and the game logo. Idia asks you about the price again and you try to change the subject until he says that if you don't tell him he'll look it up online. And you finally tell him the price.

“And isn't that a little tight for you?” He doesn't seem the least bit surprised by the price. “I mean, the money you have comes from the headmage as far as I know, right? And I don't think he gives you much more than the bare minimum.”

You tell him about the deal with Sam.

“WHAT?! Oh, No! You won't get into debt because of me!” He says determined “I'll send Sam all the money you spent and what's left to pay for the molds. And if you don't tell me how much it was, I'll just send him, like, I don't know, a 500 thaumarks or something and you can buy whatever you want with what's left.”

You say he doesn't need to exaggerate so much, you could even accept him paying for the molds for you, but the rest was ridiculous.

“Hey, I may not be a prince but my family is still quite wealthy, you know.” he says with a smug, which then turns into his cute smile. “You must have had so much work making them, let me at least help with the expenses.” the smug returns “You know I'm going to send him the money no matter what you say right?”

You sigh a ‘Fine’ and ask if he could finally taste the chocolates. He takes one of the white chocolates and bites it. You even say that you thought about putting something else in them, but you didn't know what, however it seems that this wasn’t necessary. He was eating the chocolate with such a cute smile, and the ends of his hair started to turn a slightly pink.

“Did you try them after they were done?” he asks.

You say you ate the first one you made to taste test it, but not the ones you gave him. He takes another one and brings it to your lips for you to eat. You open your mouth and grab the chocolate, it was good, but what you liked most was the fact that he fed it to you. After this episode of confidence, he becomes embarrassed again.

“I... um...” he then proceeds to speak in the speed of light. “Ortho made me make chocolates for you because it was like the rules of tradition or whatever but you don't need to eat them they definitely suck. B-b-but I bought better ones for you.” he picks up a relatively large box and returns to speaking at a more intelligible speed. “I bought the biggest box of your favorite chocolates they've ever sold.”

You accept the box, but still ask what he said about making chocolates for you.

“What? How can you still understand what I say at that speed? Don't tell me you're one of those people who puts a video on x2 speed or something.” You look at him disapprovingly, showing that you know he's trying to change the subject again. He sighs. “Listen, I know the rules are that when you... really... like... someone you should make the chocolates yourself, just like... you... did. But what does it matter how or who does them, what matters is whether they taste good or not, right? It all ends in the same place anyway.”

“So... these chocolates,” you point to the box you gave him “or any others would be the same to you?”

“Wait! No! That's not what I meant! T-t-the ones you made n-needed to be made, t-they can't be bought.”

“So, would you prefer if I had bought them? Surely they would be better made by a professional, right?”

“N-n-no! You are distorting what I... No, actually, that's exactly what I said... B-b-but that does NOT apply here, not to you, I just... I SUCK AT COOKING, OKAY!? I didn't want to give you something ugly, poorly made and with horrible taste. But fine! If that's what you want!” He goes to the closet and takes out a pink heart-shaped box to give it to you. “You can have it. Don't say I didn't try to warn you.”

You pick up the box and open it to find cute hearts made with your favorite type of chocolate with sprinkles on top. They didn't look bad, they even looked well made. You pick one up and taste it, and it tastes good to you. You actually liked it and tell him that.

“Y-you actually enjoyed that amateurish attempt at cooking? You feeling okay? Are your taste buds buggy? You don't need to say that just to be nice, you know?”

You assure him that you're not just being nice, that you really liked it. Of course they could be better, just like yours could be too. Maybe you should try doing them together sometime?

“First Ortho makes me cook and now you? Do you really like me or just like to see me suffer?”

He insists that you keep the ones he bought too because they were for you anyway. If you give him a kiss on the cheek to thank him he will get all flustered and the ends of his hair will turn bright pink.

You knew very well what kind of chocolates you wanted to make for Malleus: ice cream! But you didn't want to offer him a bowl of ice cream, so you search the internet to see if there was any type of Valentine's Day chocolate that involves ice cream and you find the ice cream bonbons, which are basically balls of ice cream, covered in chocolate.

The recipe you found was for vanilla and chocolate ice creams, which also seemed like the safest choices. You don't make a lot, but you can still make several of each type of chocolate and decorate them with white sprinkles on the dark and milk chocolate ones and rainbow sprinkles on the white chocolate ones.

Unfortunately, since they are cold sweets, you can't put them in a normal box, so you put them in a container and store them in the fridge.

The next day, Valentine's Day, you wonder how you're going to get those chocolates to Malleus. You don't want to ruin them and you're afraid it could take so long to find him that the chocolates will start to melt even if you use a container designed for cold food. At that moment, someone knocks on your door.

“Good morning, (Y/N).” Malleus greets you when you open the door. “Happy Valentine's Day. I hope you had a good night's sleep. I'm here to fulfill the tradition of offering chocolates to my loved ones.” He snaps his fingers and a beautiful black heart-shaped box with a translucent green bow appears floating.

Malleus takes the box and hands it to you with a slight but sincere smile. As you pick up the box and thank him, you remember that ever since you woke up you were almost certain to hear movement outside Ramshackle Dorm. And that's why you ask Malleus if he was there for a long time.

“I will not hide the fact that I arrived before you woke up, but it has not been that long. Only two or three hours perhaps?”

He tells you it's no problem, for him it's not that long, but you still invite him in since he's been out there for so long to you. The two of you sit on the lounge sofa and Malleus can't take his eyes off you, he's so eager for you to open the box. When you finally do, you find beautiful hearts of your favorite chocolate with detailed and delicate line art. Malleus was so happy with your reaction, especially if you say you feel sorry for eating them because they are so beautiful.

“Im glad you enjoyed the presentation so much.” he says with an amused smile. “But please do not let that stop you from consuming them. Unfortunately, their edibility is ephemeral, so don’t let your desire to appreciate its exterior prevent you from savoring its interior and appreciating it in its entirety. Furthermore, I truly wish to know your opinion about my cooking.”

“You were the one who made them?” you ask.

“Yes, it was I.” he confirms with a proud smile. “That is why I'm rather looking forward to hearing your thoughts.”

You take one of the chocolate hearts and bite into it to taste your favorite filling too. It was delicious and Malleus couldn't have been happier about it. Then you remember your chocolates and get up to get them without telling him what you were going to do in the kitchen. You return with a modest-looking container for cold food in your hands and sit down next to him again.

You apologize for not having a box as pretty as the one he gave you and explain that you didn't know how you were going to get those chocolates to him since they had to be kept cold.

“There is no need to worry about that.” he reassures you with a loving smile. “I completely understand your dilemma. Fortunately, you needn't to think about that anymore for I am already here.”

He gladly accepts the container and opens it.

“They certainly look lovely” he says, smiling. “Am I right in concluding that your container dilemma indicates that you made them?” When he sees you confirm, his smile grows and becomes even more affectionate. “From the looks of it alone you seem to have done an excellent work. I'm looking forward to trying them.”

He carefully picks up one of the chocolates and bites into it, his eyes widen when he realized what the inside was.

“Ice cream...” he mutters to himself with a charming smile and then looks at you lovingly. “Is this why you had trouble figuring out a way to preserve them while transporting them? You focused so much on doing something to my liking that you ended up neglecting the logistical aspect.”

You confirm and he laughs heartily.

“I believe you are as aware of the rules of this tradition as I am.” his smile becomes seductive. “Chocolate made by one's hands should be a declaration of love, shall it not?” He takes your reaction as a confirmation.

He caresses your face before giving you a delicate, loving kiss on the cheek. You look at him and see his lime green eyes shining with the most love there could be.

After that he will offer to accompany you to Diasomnia so you can deliver your chocolates to the others. He will never leave your side again and will find any excuse to get so close to you that he will respectfully put his arm around your shoulder or waist.

Silver is too oblivious to realize what's happening between you and Malleus. As for the chocolates, he doesn't give you your favorites because he doesn't know which they were, but he gives you the ones he genuinely thought and hoped you would like. And even if they weren't your favorites, they were ones you really liked.

Lilia will have that smile every time he looks at you two and will try to mess with you a little. As for the chocolates, he said he would have liked to have made your chocolates himself but, you know, rules and misunderstandings to be avoided. (For a moment you shared Riddle's adoration for rules) So he offers you the most beautiful chocolates of your favorite type that he could find.

Sebek will enter into an internal conflict because he doesn't know whether to be jealous of you or happy for his liege. As for the chocolates, he doesn't give you anything too fancy, the chocolates even seem quite simple and basic, but “coincidentally” they are your favorite type and with your favorite filling too.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

*Sorry for the Cook Leona kinda bait, but let's be real, he would never even try to cook for anyone, not even himself, haha. Also, he is fully aware that he is terrible at cooking and he didn't want to give you poorly made chocolates when he could buy the best ones out there.

Did this get too long? Sorry 😣

[trappolia]

"i never noticed this before," you murmur, brushing your fingers over the singular dragon scale upon malleus's forehead, the ebony a darker shade of his hair against the pallid alabaster of his skin. the touch startles malleus for but a single moment, before he regains his composure.

he smiles, something impish and childlike glinting in his eyes as he leans down till he's level with you. unperturbed (you've grown accustomed to his many quirks in your time together, just as you've found the beauty of the gargoyles that malleus finds so much joy in observing), you take his closeness in proximity as an invitation to continue. malleus makes a soft, pleased purr as you brush his bangs away, touching the delicate scale.

"i suppose it's always been covered by my hair," he muses, smiling conspiratorically. "does it please you, finding more evidence of my draconic lineage?"

you hum, barely holding back a smile as you twist a strand of his hair around your finger. "i suppose it pleases me just to learn more things about you."

malleus blinks, caught off guard by your boldness for just a moment before he throws his head back to the raining heavens to laugh. the tears of the sky touch his face, and he has never been more angelic.

"oh, you delight me so, child of man."

[temiizpalace]

☆┊WILL YOU MARRY ME? ..FOR THE FOOD OF COURSE

SUMMARY: a friend on the inside told you that this restaurant gives out free food to guests who propose.. well what better way to get free food than to get your crush in on this?

CHARACTERS: all (+RSA and ROLLO)

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: ignore the fact it’s a ton of highschool students getting proposed to

reader gender is not mentioned, reader could be yuu

THINKS ITS STUPID ; YOU PROPOSE

so let him get this straight. you want to fake a marriage proposal with him just to get a free dinner at a fancy restaurant? are you joking? why would you want to go through the hassle? he could literally cook or get someone to cook you a meal twice as good! also for free! you’re so lucky he likes you too. i mean what. anyways, reluctantly, he agreed to the plan.

as you got on one knee, he couldn’t help his heart from pounding. it’s fake, the boy reminded himself, trying to suppress his painfully obvious heartbeat. you slide the ring on his finger, the applause around him being the only to pull him out of lala land. at first he thought it was dumb, but next time, he wouldn’t mind doing this again so long as you don’t go back on your word.

he forgot about the food and barely ate.

ace, riddle, leona, azul, jamil, idia, sebek, rollo

HESITANT, BUT AGREES ; HE PROPOSES

proposal? like, marriage proposal? oh. oh seven. SERIOUSLY— wait, no, a staged one. whoops. haha, you got him. gosh darn it.. you want to do this with him though? you could’ve asked anyone else! what an honor it is to pretend to marry you.. it’s like a dream come true! sort of. hold on, what if he gets carried away? jeez, it makes him nervous just thinking about it.. can he do this? is this morally correct? well you asked him first.. okay, he’ll do it!

the ring box rests in his pocket, waiting for your signal before he can ask for your hand. as he got on his knee, he could feel his hands tremble, begging not to screw up or accidentally drop the ring. his eyes meet yours, as did the audiences. the heat in his cheeks rose immensely as he uttered the four magic words, your acceptance gaining cheers from the crowd. that.. that felt good. he’ll definitely propose to you again! but the next time he does, it won’t be for show.

he was sad when he remembered this was fake. the food didn’t taste good anymore.

deuce, cater, trey, jack, ruggie, epel, malleus, silver

HE GETS REALLY INTO IT ; HE PROPOSES

there was no convincing involved at all. the moment you said “let’s fake a proposal” he already agreed. and please let me tell you how into it he got. he went through rehearsals, wrote down heartfelt poems, and even got all dolled up just for the occasion. he showed up to your door with a bouquet of flowers, lifting your hand to brush against his lips, escorting you by the arm to his transportation, just the whole thing. like damn you’re not even in public yet. relax.

at the restaurant, he grabbed your hands suddenly, turning you to face him. he began to go on about how much he loved you, and how much your moments together meant to him. he lowered himself onto one knee, pulling the velvet box out of his pockets. you are presented with a REAL ring (not the fake one you offered, nono), with a glittering stone on top. this was an act, yet even you believed it was real for a moment. you accept his proposal before he suddenly pulled you in with his lips nearly against yours.

he pulls back, the sounds of tears from the waiter and compliments from other customers being the only sounds made in the moment. he plays it off like it was nothing, yet you felt yourself overheating at his bold acts. if this is how far he’ll go for an act, imagine how far he’ll go for the real thing.

ate his meal like nothing happened. you were the one who couldn’t eat.

jade, vil, rook, lilia che’nya

YOU HAD HIM THE SECOND YOU SPOKE ; YOU PROPOSE

yes. you didn’t even need to finish your sentence, it’s a yes. he’ll do it. ohhh propose! sure! he’ll do it right now! what? later? okay! wait, just pretend? ah. he sees now. while a little disappointed that this was just for a free meal, he’ll still do it. it’s basically real if you act like it is, right? whatever! you asked him to do this, meaning you must like him enough right? he’s excited now just thinking about! don’t worry about anything, he’s got it all figured out!

or he thought he did. you grab his hand as you wore a charming smile on your face. you spoke of fond memories you had of him and moments you’ve had together (that didn’t actually happen) which just gave him butterflies. he was such anice outgoing and cheery person, yet, this is the first time he just can’t find the words. as you asked for his hand in marriage, he felt his heart skip a beat before accepting gracefully. as you both hear your congratulations, finished your meal, and left the restaurant, he refused to take the ring off of his finger. he’ll wear it forever. it’ll look very nice with the real one he got you when it’s his turn to propose.

pookie please take the ring off it made a dent in your finger

floyd, kalim, neige

YOU HAD HIM AT FREE FOOD

free? food? now those are words ruggie likes to hear in the same sentence. AND ITS A FANCY RESTAURANT? sign. him. up. there’s proposal involved? cool. while he’s also really into that, he seemed more interested in what kind of foods they give out for free yknow what im saying?

will it be authentic sunset savanna dishes? scalding sands dishes? foods from the shaftlands? cmon, just spit it out. it’s not that he doesn’t care! you actually did catch him off guard with that proposal bit. he’s just really excited for the food part. when he saw the restaurant, he could already tell the food was going to be good.

as the proposal goes along, yada, yada, yada, the dinner is presented on the table. was he in heaven? did he die? cause holy crappp.. getting to become his crushes fiancé while also eating good was his idea of paradise! and this was just one restaurant that did this? what about the others? you can’t just leave em hanging! when you guys actually propose to each other, he’ll definitely want to do it in another fancy restaurant.

ruggie

A/N: hey guys im back (god damn that’s a lot of tags)

date published: 8/16/24

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[heartsiebyul]

Twisted Wonderland characters when their boyfriend runs toward them with a joyful shout, calling their name or pet name, and jumps into their arms.

Octavinelle Dorm

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul looked up from his clipboard just in time to hear, “Azul!” echo joyfully across the lounge. His eyes widened behind his glasses, and before he could react, (m/n) launched into his arms.

He stumbled back a step with a startled gasp, barely managing to catch him. “G-Great Seven—warn me next time!” he stammered, cheeks flushed.

Despite the surprise, his arms held firm. A soft laugh escaped him as he adjusted his grip. “You really are something else…” he whispered, burying his flustered face into (m/n)’s shoulder as his heart thumped like crazy.

Jade Leech

Jade turned calmly at the sound of his name, “Jade~!” sung in delight. He blinked once before spreading his arms in quiet anticipation.

(m/n) jumped into his embrace without hesitation, and Jade caught him effortlessly, a low chuckle humming from his throat. “My, such enthusiasm today,” he murmured, voice smooth and teasing.

His fingers trailed up (m/n)’s back in a slow stroke, head tilting just slightly as he smiled, eyes half-lidded. “It’s rare to see you so lively… I quite enjoy it.”

Floyd Leech

“Shrimpy!” Floyd’s grin stretched wide the moment he spotted (m/n) running at him like a missile. Without missing a beat, he threw his arms open.

The impact made him stumble back with a playful laugh, catching him with ease. “Aha! You’re all hyper today, huh?” he grinned, spinning them both around once just for fun.

He nuzzled into the crook of (m/n)’s neck, arms squeezing tight. “Don’t blame me if I never let go~ You’re mine now, Shrimpy.”

I know it's short TT

[kalims]

⭒ㅤwhose (not) random kid

premise. crash landing from the future is apparently your kid, not that you know that anyway... in the form of a mixture between you, and your... supposed counterpart, clues are bound to pile up as to whose child this is.

parts. rosehearts, kingscholar, ashengrotto, al asim, schoenheit, shroud, draconia

cont. gender neutral reader, use of 'mada' which is just 'mama' and 'dada' cut in half for our resident shrimp (aka yuu), a yummy 5.8k words that I did not expect to get this long lol

note. I only have a rough outline of what's going to be included with the others parts after the names of the kids lol. I'll probably write leona's as usual after this but I can't promise I'll release one more part after his this month, the rest will probably come next month considering I'm bombarded sadge. paper defense, then final exams next month save me

also hello! my unnofficial: I'll try to post more

late edit: comment if you want to get tagged <3

riddle

when you slid a foot over the portal to heartslabyul there’s some sort of a strange–inexplicable air that surrounds it. usually the dimension is light to be in, unlike the tingling feelings of being in octavinelle or the eeriness of ignihyde. all dormitories had their own particular sensation that weighs on you depending on where you were.

you squinted, deciding to shrug it off. there was no way you had a sixth sense for feeling in the literal air!

barely a foot in though, was something you could only explain as an army of card… soldiers trudging from the other end of the sidewalk to the next. dumbly, you stopped right in front the shimmering portal that settles into a smooth sheen of silver behind you as they just kept coming.

they seemed to be looking for something–or whatever but you don’t really want to know what so you slowly inched to the side, hoping to sneak past them even if you had to go into one of the confusing mazes (which was a struggle considering you’re trying not to laugh as one of them trips).

must be ace’s wretchedness rubbing off of you.

the real question was, where in the seven were your resident idiots? you’d already sent a text over for your impromptu visit to the chat consisting of you three and figured they had seen it like they usually do then waited for you with feigned begrudging-ness that does not fit well with them showing up in the first place. 

you fish for your sad excuse for a phone in your pocket, cater’s words not yours. you’re more busy trying to merge your backside as you shuffle and pull up the chat to notice the ever nearing edge of the hedge wall that makes you stand out in comparison to the lighter shade of green brushing against your uniform.

not deuce: you guys ever notice the card soldiers infestation near ur mirror portal…?

not ace: you nedea to RNR RUN RN!!

not yuu: what???

there’s not much time to ponder about the cryptic, seemingly panicked expression of deuce’s message as you looked up from your phone, feeling a slight chill crawl up to your spine like you attracted some sort of unwarranted trouble that is also unwanted.

disclaimer: you (uu) did

“over here!” an unfamiliar voice yells, freezing you in your tracks just when you were about to make the sneak of the century. without a moment’s hesitation you darted deeper into the maze and shoved your device within the confines of your pockets as you held in a mortified scream at the sudden mob upon your tail as you ran.

WHY WAS THERE SO MANY? you yelled in your mind. number one rule in horror games don’t look back. don’t look back. don’t look back–

oh sevens you’re looking back.

the decision immediately fills you with regret when you spot the diabolical amount of card soldiers trailing after you like you just slaughtered their queen in front of whatever kingdom they came from! was this someone’s unique magic? there was no way riddle would let this sort of thing go rampant on his dorm!

you almost keel over in shock when the pointy end of a heart on the end of a pole sticks right on the patch of grass you just barely managed to trudge across with increasingly heavier steps. maybe you should actually take jack’s offer to join track and field–your stamina is horrible–you’re gonna get stabbed.

goodbye world. you thought warmly with a chorus of pants.

a deeper voice bellowed from the crowd from your behind. “three of hearts! are you thin-headed? do not harm the majesty!” the steps behind you stop almost abruptly, and you don’t stop running even as the voices fade. idiots for choosing to chastise their idiotic comrade but you’re not complaining as long as you get away from this horrid situation.

your majesty what now?

you don’t know how far you ran by sticking to all left turns until you flop down on the entrance of the maze, the archway barely offering you any relief as you took deep breaths and fought the urge to lay down on the grass and hope it camouflages your grey uniform.

that won’t work but you’re coping at this point.

not deuce: HELLO  I ALMOST GOT SKEWERED BY LITERAL CARDS?

not yuu: that’s a humiliating way to go down from

not ace: don’t be insensitive ace! are you ok?!

not deuce: NO? WHAT IS GOING ON

not yuu: riddle got dethroned and i'm not even happy

not yuu: it's the absolute WORST AT THE DORM!

not yuu: you better turn back rn and get away from ‘labyul coz it’s getting run by a kid

not deuce: BACK INTO THAT DEATH MOB? no thanks

not ace: yuu brace up, cater texted that the new boss is on his way to you

not yuu: F for yuu

not ace: F

not deuce: F u

what you expect to be the final boss of your life, you guess from the approaching pairs of footsteps nearing your defeated form sprawled across the flecks of grass and still heaving comes in a surprising form of softness, and youth.

“mada.” 

the blueness of the sky is shadowed by a tiny little head peering over your head. you’re startled by the tuff of red hair, and familiar pair of eyes which was strange, considering you have never seen this kid in your life. this was the new queen of heartlsabyul? you thought incredulously, since when were kids allowed in nrc…?

the thought was a breeding ground to raise the most evil person on the planet, considering the equally as evil people in night raven.

out of habit from the familiar chubby, round face you blurted: “riddle?”

the child blinked before they shook your head. “I am not papa.” their lips twitched into a small smile directed to you. if taken a closure look, this child’s resemblance with riddle really is uncanny. from the hair, even to a small golden crown sitting primly on the middle of their head. “mada, I am glad I found you. I have not seen papa yet.”

was this season 5 of stranger things?

they straightened. attention straying from you as you glanced to the other pairs of legs, whom you put a face to quickly. trey and cater both cast you a look of exasperation and pity.

then done like a true riddle–their face does a complete 360 and curls into anger as they stared off inside the maze. “all of you!” the tiny child rages with a concerning… change of color around their cute face, fingers pointed accusingly. how can a child be so horrifyingly scary?

the two third years do not mirror your confusion as you sat up, following the kid’s gaze to the archway where a myriad of thundering footsteps almost have you scampering away if not for them laying a small hand on your shoulder and somehow managing to ground you to stay still.

whose kid is this? you looked to cater who shakes his head uselessly

then to trey who wore a resigned smile.

the child’s brow twitches when the card soldiers lined up obediently. “I thought I had made it clear you not hurt mada.” they seethed, voice tilting in clear threat and a I demand you! sort of way. the card solider, three of hearts who had scared the living soul out of you trembled less subtle compared to the other guards.

of course this child had to get more terrifying by being observant, they caught the shiver of one soldier and narrowed their eyes. “ah, found the culprit. three of–”

trey shuffles forward with an awkward laugh that belies his usual laid back with–on his face is a twinge of concern as he raises his palms in a placating gesture. he steps forward three more times, sliding between the child and the line of soldiers but keeping the distance warily. “hey, kid. maybe we can discuss this with some tarts, and some tea?” he tries. children love sweets, right?

they keep their head level despite the astounding height difference. “I told you, uncle trey! being called ‘kid’ is disorderly! It's alice!” still, despite the brief protest their eyes sparkled with interest at the notion, even if they seemed a bit embarrassed to admit it. “i’m not supposed to eat sweets on mondays.” 

“huh.” cater mumbled before the thin line of his lips rose into a familiar grin. “as in, rule 102 of the queen?” he queries with a nervous slide of his fingers through his hair. he’s not so obvious to directly state that he’s tiptoeing around… alice but a bit of months knowing him, you can tell.

alice nods along. they no longer look as bothered as before, the card soldiers all slump their tense shoulders a little when alice shifts their piercing gaze from the three of hearts before settling onto cater, who they offer a brief nod of agreement before returning back to trey.

well, a kid is a kid. 

“but i can eat sweets on tuesdays.” they added hastily. like they don’t want the notion of trey’s treats slipping from their fingers but that would be strange, if the look of confusion you three share with each other you would have thought trey had initially baked for alice based off the tone of wistfulness in their tone.

trey smiles at them. “tomorrow it is.” reassured by their sheepish innocence he stops in front of them and grasps their shoulders, turning them away from the stiff soldiers. alice spares a brief glance at them. “what about these rule breakers?”

you stood up fully. “uh, don’t worry, they didn’t do anything wrong. i ran for too long.” you supplied in defense. if anything , a resemblance to riddle of all people meant that they could have the head offing in their blood. you did not want to stick around to find out, neither did cater.

alice considers you for a moment with a small sparkle in their eyes, with a wave of the small wand that maternalized in their hand, the soldiers fade into glittering spots of gold. only then do they let trey lead them back to the main pathway towards the dormitory of heartslabyul.

you fall into step behind cater who probably sees the question in your eyes so he lowers his voice discreetly, glancing at the back of trey who keeps the child’s bay attention so they don’t notice you two slowing down a little. nonetheless, still walking.

“that was little alice’s unique magic.” he says to you with a shrug, sighing after a glance at the former’s small, regal form. “pretty overpowered… kind of like my split card but less cute, and more dangerous.”

he winked, you frowned.

in front of you two, alice seems tame in comparison to the subtle bribing of trey questioning about their favorite sweets as you all finally reached the nearing entrance of the main dormitory

“where’s riddle?” you questioned.

he pursed his lips, navigating though the fountain in front of the dorm. “last i know, he went out early to campus cause of a meeting with his club for the upcoming NRC tour festival…” 

oh, right. I have not found papa. alice’s voice echoes in your mind, so you echo the question that appears in your mind right after the memory. “alice called riddle ‘papa’ which i’m pretty sure is a term for a parent…” you trailed off. riddle seemed to be the least likely person to have a secret love child of some sorts, he seemed like he had most of his life planned out.

if riddle bent over backwards for his rules then he wouldn’t stray from the path he had set.

there’s a flash of interest in cater’s eyes, it was already there before, just dwindled. you watch it spark to life. akin to lighting some sort of fire within the guy, a gossipmonger at heart as he leaned in eagerly just as you both trudged up the stairs to the front doors who opened politely, and closed behind you as you walked in the main hall of heartslabyul.

“they look, and act like riddle!” he chuckles. “imagine our shock when alice popped up straight out of nowhere with an army at their beck and call.” cater clutched onto his arms, and shivered. you leaned away when he reaches his arms out to you in a teasing manner.

he adds. not at all offended by the way you scrunch your face at his ‘affections’. “they seem to listen to you though. like someone.”

you only regard him with an impassive raise of your brows. “i don't think so. riddle doesn’t listen to anyone. much less me.” befuddled by the mere idea, you scoffed. in all your magic-less glory, the best thing you might have achieved here in this other dimension was having the ability to wake leona kingscholar up from one of his power naps.

cater doesn’t seem to agree. only sighing at you from what it seems to be an of course. “only you can be so oblivious to the chaos you leave behind.” he says in response, making an exaggerated show of peering behind your shoulder and widening his eyes in feigned shock.

you humor him as you turned your head. the scene of the main entrance of the dormitory was the only answer to your eyes as you both walked into the living room–where little alice sits alone. you caught a glimpse of trey’s dark hair as he disappeared into the kitchen, most likely going off to make her a treat.

vaguely unsure if the male had heard him, cater calls out a “make us some too!”

“not my fault the students here are so… unstable.” you remarked with a roll of your eyes. remembering the overblots to be the most plausible reference to the chaos cater was talking about as you begrudgingly sat down on the couch and reeled in any other remarks for the child in the room.

who was now shuffling closer to your seated frame even if they thought they were being subtle in the movement.

what was two seats in the space between you and alice eventually became none at all, as they settled beside you and peered up with innocent eyes.

you tilted your head at them, alice copies the movement.

then to the other side.

they mirror the lull of your head.

“besides those.” cater cleared his throat after a bewildered glance at the child. “what’s more impressive is that you’re still here, yuu-yuu. night raven is like… a pack of wolves trying to run you off crying, and you? you’re a very weird sheep.”

still a bit enraptured on this child, you replied without your stare wavering from the roundness of alice’s cheek as you reached up to pinch it. to yours, and cater’s surprise. their previous cute ferociousness is not present at all as they leaned against the warmth as though instinctive. “i didn’t do anything.”

you don’t entertain the accusing look in cater’s eyes.

“if that was you not trying to beast tame the school then i don’t know what’ll happen if you put in the effort.”

you both lapse into silence as cater–who seemed to sense the finality of the conversation lets it slip fully and instead, busies himself with the entertainments his phone provided. you redirect your full attention onto the elusive red-headed alice.

“so,” you started. “how did you end up here? must be a great feat if you were able to go past the barriers.”

alice curls their fingers within the fabric of your blazer, inspecting it as they reply softly. “i’m not sure, mada. i was just sleeping, and woke up in a garden. the hedgehogs showed me the way after i offered them a caterpillar.” they do not mention a bleary moment in their sleep where they curiously wondered how you and riddle came to be as they drifted off. “as pertaining by rule 210… if you are lost in a maze, give the hedgehogs an offering and they shall show you the way.”

you can’t help but let your mind drift over to riddle, who echoes the rules to be followed when mentioned.

your lips twitch into a smile, much to the delight of alice. “strange indeed. must have been scary.”

their eyes squinted. “i’m not scared.”

you chuckled and pinched their cheek. they pout.

“where are you from?” you ask instead, wanting to know more about the.. figurative alice from nowhere. 

alice looks at you strangely.

“from the queendom of roses…” could they simply be a relative of riddle’s? you thought mindlessly. drawing your fingers through the surprising soft red locks who seemingly part eagerly for your touch. “with my mada, and my papa. sometimes my uncles visit.”

unsure of how to reply, you merely nod along. parting their hair by half and twisting it into a braid. “you called me mada.” you hummed.

“because you are my mada.”

she says like it’s the only thing that makes sense in her small world, not relinquishing her grip on your blazer but instead tugging at the wrists to expose the small slither of skin and hold onto it. clingy. you thought, deciding not to question it.

… was this your freaking kid?

the smell of strawberries wafts over the space of the living room alongside the ticking of the oven–momentarily taking both alice, and cater’s attention. the latter stretches before standing to stride over to the source of the smell, no doubt requesting trey to change the taste once more.

alice’s eyes, like yours slid to your own. a bit shy in their demeanor as they clutched onto the skin of your wrist. “can i eat some of uncle’s tarts?” they queried under your breath, only meant for you alone. you felt a bit confused but nodded nonetheless. 

their lips twitched into an eager smile before it settles into a more controlled look of impassiveness.

that was adorable. you thought, unable to resist leaning down to scoop them into your arms as you stood. alice makes a sound of brief surprise before their arms loop around your neck. they sat pliantly still as you walked over to follow cater inside the kitchen, catching a glimpse of your scent that they sought for, so alice nuzzles their face into the warm pulse on your neck.

trey glances up from the animated retelling of cater about the crazy day. “new responsibility?” he wore a humored smile, apron long discarded and folded over the handle of the oven for the meantime.

if riddle saw this, he would not believe it no matter how intelligent he was. trey deduced.

he gestures to the tray set on the counter. “there’s frosted strawberries, blueberry cornmeal, and the good old mont blanc since i got left over ingredients from the last unbirthday party.” 

alice feels the shift of your head as you glanced down at them, they don’t remove their head from the crevice of your neck for a moment and meets your eyes with a raise of their own. “frosted strawberries, please.”

“good choice, little alice.” cater comments.

“careful, it’s hot.” trey chided gently as he watched you pick up one of them, drawing it near alice’s waiting hunger as they tilted their head up from your shoulder. they took a small bite at the corners of the tart, smiling at the taste and only wider when you wiped remnants of crumbs around the edges of their mouth.

alice chews, and swallows before they spoke again. their eyes gleaming with admiration as they stared at trey. “it’s always the yummiest when it’s fresh out the oven.” they recited.

trey blinks.

“you’re a bright one.” he remarked, ruffling their hair when he drew near. “don’t tell anyone about the wicked secret ‘round the kitchen, all right?”

they nodded vigorously. “thank you, uncle..” they spewed politely, but evidently genuine.

cater munches from the other end of the counter. “we gotta protect alice,” he chuckled, eyes crinkling as he pointed his phone to you, tapping to snap a picture of the scene despite your warning stare. “too nice for the vultures we call students here.” 

“you might be right.” trey shook his head, and you nodded mutely. more absorbed into letting them take bite by bite into the tart until it was about finished halfway. only then do you lay it back on the tray. how much sweets was ideal for a child to take anyway? regardless of you deeming it as enough, alice stays quiet and does not complain.

if they wanted more, you wouldn’t know.

“later.” you promised, leaning back when you were satisfied with their prim appearance. a pat of their hair to smooth down trey’s earlier disruption.

“later..” alice echoed. 

a resident third year enters the kitchen. only to pause in their tracks and back away.

“domesticity is really the enemy of the students here.” cater sniffed, earning a chuckle from trey who found the comment funny. “imagine being happy, being broody and emotional are the real requirements to get admitted.”

cater finishes his snack with a pleased hum, and a grateful nod to trey. “by the way i messaged adeuce, sent them to stall dorm leader from going back as long as the dorm was… kind of in a wre–predicament.” he cleared his throat, casting a brief glance at alice to spot if they had taken offence to his almost uttered word.

“so now they’re en-route?” trey guessed, transferring the leftover tarts to a glass bowl. leaving the tray in the sink to wash for later. cater nods in response, typing on his phone with one hand. likely in cahoots with the two right now. “told them the coast was clear! no more trampling soldiers scampering around.”

trey eyed him. “what about the–”

just then, whatever trey was going to comment in rebuttal of cater’s easy reassurance was promptly interrupted by new individuals peeking inside. ace, and deuce poked their heads from the corner. as if trying to ascertain the danger level of whatever may be inside.

ace rougly nudges deuce when he spots you with a child in arms. for two people insisting on their unique, varying selfs. they mirror each other’s look of bewilderment as though their brain cells crackled and connected into a singular one. “what the seven?” ace mouthed.

you all do not notice the look of familiarity on alice’s face.

nor the brightening when riddle strides in with a petulant huff,

if riddle thought strangely, or disapproved of the two’s behavior then he wouldn’t have had the chance to comment on it before he was leveling trey with a sharp, inquisitive stare. “i would like a very good explanation as to why my hedges have been mangled to the ground.” his eye twitches with the effort of containing irritation. “three hours i’ve been gone. three! and when i enter heartslabyul the first thing i see is devastation upon my gardens!”

perhaps emotionally, riddle cried out in the last sentence.

even though such an expression should have frightened a child to some degree, alice relaxes in your arms but their face clouds in shame at his voice.

riddle whirls back to the other two lingering by the doorway who both flinches imperceptibly–cater tries to intercept with a nervous chuckle but is only met with a steely don’t even start! “ace, and deuce have me running around the school. saying something about yuu getting kidnapped by those.. vermin excuses of… students from octavinelle!" riddle seethed, breathing still a bit labored as favor of his statement about running around.

“dorm leader!” ace stood straight stiffly.

oh, did he just come from a frantic search in octavinelle?

“i even had to threaten collaring azul who i thought was lying about yuu.” with a deep intake of air, riddle breathes out and pinches the bridge of his nose, collecting his temper. much to the chagrin of deuce.

“we apologize.” deuce added sadly.

cater feigns ignorance by looking away but it’s trey’s look that has him adding to the defense of the two, rather than using the opportunity to scamper away with his head in tact. “ahem… we had these two keep you busy. so don’t be too harsh on them, riddle. us upperclassmen will take responsibility.”

a nod of agreement from trey gets riddle quiet.

the former tilts his chin to you. “yuu is fine, they’re right here.”

like he hadn’t even noticed before (he really didn’t), riddle’s head snaps to you immediately. his eyes would have been stuck to you, prodding for a valid explanation to your ignorance to his angry calls but instead, settles on the bundle in your arms.

“who…” a blink. “why in the world do you have a child! they are not welcome on school grounds! especially this time in the school year–.” riddle sputtered, instinctively sauntering over to take a closer look at alice who only stared without an inch of fear.

“papa.” they mumbled, voice measured but still echoing in the now quiet kitchen.

ace leapt up to your side. “that’s not right!” he gasped, squinting dangerously at riddle. any traces of earlier mortification gave way to whatever emotion he’s got on his face. “how could you sully yuu! they’re not a babysitter for your kid!” 

“what?” riddle seethed, head flicking from ace, to you, then to alice.

despite a look of great reluctance, deuce nods from the doorway still. mumbling to himself. “dorm… dorm leader has a child…”

you vaguely remember trey offering the dazed guy a glass of water.

“unconfirmed earlier, confirmed now.” cater adds unhelpfully to the blazing fire of riddle’s rising anger.

riddle’s teeth grind together, jaw clenching as his fingers tightened into a fist. it was more of one his attempts at calming down rather than preparation for a physical alteration. “I did no such–!”

“don’t be mad at mada.” alice reaches for him, tugging at his blazer which surprisingly, quells the reddening of his face. now, he just looks a bit confused.

alice turns their head slightly. “mada, you can calm down papa.”

deuce paused before dropping to the ground.

“AH! he’s dead. this is why you don’t betray us by keeping secrets, yuu!” 

“uh oh… trey help me with deuce… wait, should we just leave him? i mean, he’ll be just fine here, right?”

“... just take the other arm, cater.”

all the way back to the living room, riddle’s face remained tinged with warmth. alice, while reluctant to part with your embrace, seemed wholly pleased to stay by the other red-heads' side. insisting you sit next to him when you moved to sit by your two friends.

you obliged them despite riddle’s interest with the carpet.

the couch dipped at the weight of another. even so, the non-verbal conversation between alice, and riddle continued. the former pressed their lips together thinly, seemingly assessing the… youthfulness of the latter. they aren’t so used to this kind of look from him.

cater flinched, and look away from the flash of his phone. he elbows a dazed deuce.

“so,” ace cleared his throat, blinking his still wide eyes. “who the heck is this kid?!”

“language.” riddle chided sharply. though softened from its usual end even he isn’t so sure why it is from the mere presence of alice alone. 

“rule 13, always present yourself with appropriate language.”

“always present yourself with appropriate language.” alice repeated.

riddle squinted at a relaxed alice, who tilts their head as if to ask ‘what?’.

“genetics is crazy. what’s next, the kid beheads us too?” ace points between the two. 

alice shrugged. “only if you break the rules.”

“i do not have a child!” riddle protested.

“i am your child.” replied alice.

“apparently this one’s our kid.” you agreed begrudgingly.

riddle stares at you with a mixture of disbelief, and confusion.

darting between you and the kid like they're gonna start collating him in all his glory! sure, alice had red hair like him but quite a lot of people in the island have it too besides his relatives. the idea of… of him and you is just so out of this world that he can't wrap his head around it.

you? you who he hadn't paid attention to when you arrived at the ceremony? the very first person in that event that broke the rules? you, the very fading into the background student whom he believed to be a bad influence to his students ace, and deuce? 

you he had almost hurt beyond repair at the bursting of his control so tightly held in his hands?

the brief skip of his heart when your eyes meet over the head of alice is enough to send blood rushing to his head, coloring it with his signature red whose warmth doesn't feel like the usual simmering anger he struggles to keep submerged. if anything, this feeling is practically leaping out the water and baring his face to everyone. 

riddle does not look away. managing a look of what he tries to name as conviction but easily crumbles to fluster.

then the idea wasn't so bad considering this young child has proved to be raised dutifully, correctly without any worries of what he used to be burdened with as a child.

it gives way to curiosity. 

despite his incredulously, riddle queries. “the gardens.” he starts with a measured narrow to his eyes, not too intense to possibly upset this.. future child of his whose eyes are strikingly familiar enough to halt the normal circulation of his heart once more for half a second. “were you responsible for the destruction of some hedges I've come across?”

alice shrinks into themselves. “i'm sorry papa.” they pursed their lips, voice genuine by the lower tilt. “i thought i could use my card soldiers to look for you, and mada. you told me about this place called heartslabyul before?”

“i have?” riddle blinks. the idea isn't too bizarre, it's only natural to think back on such things.

they nodded. “yes, papa. you talk about it a lot on our friday’s. about how it looked, how you were as it's dorm leader…” alice peeks a glance at you. “and your parties with mada.”

“unbirthday parties.” trey corrects. “sometimes birthday parties if it really is someone's birthday.”

ace perks up. “let me tell you then! from first hand experience!” he blanched. like opening light about his own struggles in heartlsabyul magically meant the truth to riddle’s own kid. “labyul is really strict on rules. you know on my first day, I ate a tart and—”

deuce stirred slightly.

at riddle’s glare, ace visibly wilts to which cater snaps a picture with snickers. “I mean… the tart was really good, made by riddle and all…” he sweatdropped.

“you shouldn't eat a tart that is not made by you.” alice replied thoughtfully. riddle can't resist a light smile at her words, feeling a sense of accomplishment as he nodded along. his hand hovers for a moment before it pats down on their hair. “that's right. I must have taught you well.”

you absentmindedly patted their head, taking turns with riddle to do so while  expertly avoiding his gaze. “you said friday though, why?”

“on friday’s we don’t go out.” alice says.

“that isn’t a rule by the queen of hearts.” riddle points out.

“you made that rule papa.” they replied innocently. “in our home, so we get to spend time together as a family.”

silence reigns.

“wow.” you cough. sparing riddle an approving glance. that… sounded nice… domestic, and nice. you supposed even as an adult riddle would still have some sort of grip on rules, considering he grew up with them, it helped him live.

and now rules he shaped helped him live with alice, and you apparently. 

tick.

tock.

tick.

tock.

alice peers down at the watch they pull out from under their little adorable coat, oblivious to the stunned silence they left behind. hesitantly, they place a hand on your knee, legs swinging as they rest the other on riddle’s. “mada.” they smiled, this time widely. “papa. I gotta go.”

“what?” riddle's eyes widened. “you haven't finished your tart yet.”

“it's okay. I already ate a tart earlier, papa.”

“you can eat another, just this time. if you want.” he insisted, strangely worried.

cater raises his hand. “can I?”

riddle disagrees immediately. “no.”

muttering something about favoritism, cater looked away with a long sigh.

riddle's eyes lingered on the roundness of alice's face. from the shape, to the more detailed parts of their features. eyes, your eyes. the lushness of their hair, the soft curve of their lips tilted with innocence sends an unexpected grip in his heart, like it's heart stopping.

gosh. his heart just stopped. would he really have his own alice? his eyes darted to you. with you?

alice huffed lightly, skin glimmering lightly as their shade slowly grew transculent and faded with each blink of your eyes. “I can always eat papa's tarts. they're so delicious.” 

“don't use too much magic.” riddle scolded with a crease in his brows.

you add. “don't anger riddle too much.”

“please eat his tarts.” ace encouraged.

trey shot him a look. “don't teach alice bad things.” he sighed, glancing at said child with a smile. “I'll teach you how to make your own tarts, ask uh… future me?”

cater, not wanting to be outdone quickly perked up. “as a future magicam star, I'll make you one too. little alice!” he added, self assured of his future fame.

when it all settles, all that remains is a space between you and riddle that feels too little than vast. and a remainder of your future.

“atleast we know what name we'll choose.” you can't resist but tease. riddle does not blow up like you would have thought from your remark, only sparing you a look of feigned annoyance with warming ears that doesn't support the idea of his irritation.

he resigns to a small nod. “I am assured they are taught well.”

ace glances between you, and riddle. “I miss alice already. riddle seemed a lot more lenient with them around. you think they got embarrassing stories from the future?” he comments off-handedly, leaning back against the couch and blowing on the fringe over his forehead. “when are you guys gonna make an alice? please make one now.”

cater whistles out of there.

trey shakes his head.

deuce–still passed out is thankfully considered by trey, who dragged his limp body with a nod of goodluck to ace.

you waved at ace. F indeed.

wait! don't leave me, upperclassman! ace cried in his mind, feeling the panic splinter his state of mind.

“ACE!” riddle gritted his teeth. “i'll hand down my sentence, the verdict comes afterwards–”

ace paled.

“off with your head–!”

trivia

alice’s name is very much inspired by alice from the one and only: “alice in wonderland”.

their unique magic is called: under my decree which is simply being able to summon card soldiers, and command them at their will! (in this case, after being sent to a maze and finding their way out thanks to the hedgehog. alice was able to discern that this was heartlsabyul, and figured they might be able to find their parents here, hence, why they used their magic.)

alice is written to be a well-behaved 8 year old.

the watch is a nod to my previous commissioned work who also dealt with the concept of time travelling and related to going back (ha, ha).

alice woke up by the sound of a clock ticking, and knew that hearing it again meant that their time was up.

the entire thing happened due to alice helping untangle a fae who happened to get stuck in their gardens at the backyard while they were looking for a hedgehog that had not yet eaten (spoiler: hedgehog was hiding in a small crack under the tree) the same fae visited them at night whilst sleeping and granted them a dream of whatever they wanted to wish. alice, feeling swayed by the magic despite being not aware made a wish to fulfill it.

boom! baby rosehearts in your faces!

alice woke up and immediately said young riddle was funnily shy to yuu. much to the confusion of actual current riddle!

their favorite tart is: anything with strawberries, like riddle.

rule 13, and rule 102 are entirely fictional and made up by me… for plot purposes…

not deuce = is actually yuu

not yuu = is actually ace

not ace = is actually deuce

deuce been sleeping for the entire time lol.

ace got roped into fixing the gardens with the collar on  #thatswhatyouget

riddle invites you to study for the nearing quiz season the following day.

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#73 Subtle man

F!Yuu*Recieved a text from your boyfriend a link to a video?*What the-

Lioness Influencer*On the camera*-I dont know who needs to hear this,but just sit on his frickin face-

Leona*Reacting to the video at the same time*YES-YEES!

Lioness Influencer:- Sit like a forking chair,Honey~

Leona*Wide pupils as he with a serious growl*YES!!!

Lioness Influencer: THE MEN ARE DURABLE, THEY ARE STRONG, THEY WILL PERSEVERE!

Leona: I did not eat thousands upon thousands of pudding cups with NO SPOON to allow these skills to go to waste!

Leona: IF I DIE, I DIE-I know the risks damn it, should this day be my last day ah the doors of valhalla will open and Odin will welcome me with drink-SONG AND STORY-FUCKING CALL ME IKEA FOR I AM AN EASY TO MAKE CHAIR!MAKE.USE.OF.ME!

Leona: Deprive me of oxygen, LET ME GO AS I HAVE DREAMED OF , Let my ancestors and forebearers and those to come to follow after me sing MY GLORY-

F!Yuu*Trying to keep a straight face seeing as the video ends and jumps as your door was kicked open by Leona*-!?!

Leona*has his hair combed into a ponytail and wipes his face*-So little known fact about Norse mythology, if you die in the midst of battle or coitus, it's an immediate free pass to Valhalla

[naomi-nana]

✎ᝰ. father knows best . have the real me! series

in which a certain someone from ignihyde made a game called twisted wonderland with them in it, and you ended up ignoring the real them over their game self. how would they react?

featuring : malleus draconia, (cameo appearance: lilia, sebek, silver)

cw : gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff, malleus almost destroys the school(not really), bad grammars and may be ooc

a/n : yaaaayyy, it's malleus' turn now!! i hope yall like this:3

there is a storm today.

earlier in the day, malleus was hanging out with you because you have been dying to show him your collection of his cards in the new game shroud made. and, being the good man he is, he agreed. the hangout was going so very well at first.

you were showing each of the cards you have of him and some of the other students too, and you were smiling ear to ear. really, malleus can't ask for anything better than that. but then, after a few minutes, you seem to be squealing every time his virtual self shows up on screen.

you don't even talk to him anymore.

so, he decided to leave you to your little game and quietly leave your room using a teleportation spell. when you turn back, he's no longer there, and you can hear a distant storm coming.

oh no. this is bad.

when malleus arrived at his dorm, he was striding through the halls with a scowl in his face. which was rare because he is not the type to show emotions much. each step seems heavier than the previous one, and the thunder seems to grow louder than before.

idia is dead meat if he meets malleus now.

because not even sebek or silver was brave enough to ask what was wrong, lilia was called upon to comfort the now sulking malleus. though, when he saw malleus, he laughed. he claims that malleus looks more like a pouting cat instead of an angry dragon.

which makes the storm worse. so, lilia coughs and sits on the couch besides malleus. "my, what has angered you? were you not invited to another meeting? ah, but if it's that, i would've known." he looks out the window, observing the storm outside. malleus then sighs heavily, which caught lilia's attention once again.

"is it childish if i had walked out from my 'date', as you had called it, just because they were playing on their device instead of talking to me?" malleus asks, looking at lilia with great sorrow, which makes lilia snort.

"pfft- ah, sorry. i mean, was that not the reason why they had called you over? you said that they were going to show you the new game they were fixated on, no?"

he hums, nodding at lilia's words. "well, yes, that is true ... at first. they were talking about it, and i was delighted to hear it all, but they gradually stopped talking to me and just squealed at the sight of me in their device. how could i not be angry?"

"hmm, that's true -" lilia's words were cut off by sebek. "THAT HUMAN! i knew they were bad for you, my liege! i shall tell them not to approach you from now on!" he yells, looking all serious. "sebek, there is no need for that, you know? this can all be solved by communicating your feelings, malleus!" lilia smiles brightly at him.

"communicating ...?" he tilts his head, pondering on lilia's words. "yes, that is right! tell them that you feel sad when they pay more attention to the game instead of you. im sure they will apologize."

"you're right ... i must thank you for your wisdom once more, lilia. i shall go ahead and come back to them." malleus then disappears into thin air, leaving lilia and sebek in the lounge. "ah ... young love, am i right?" lilia talks to himself, looking out at the window, where the storm has finally calmed down.

malleus finally came back to ramshackle. he suddenly materializes beside you, which scares you to death, but then you're relieved and immediately embrace him in your arms.

"mal! oh, im so sorry ... i didn't mean to ignore you! i messaged you, but my text didn't go through. i was about to go and run through the storm to come to diasomnia, you know ..."

malleus was surprised, but then he smiled. "it is fine now, beloved. i do not feel upset by it anymore. and my device is currently broken, so i couldn't text you back. i am also sorry about that. i really love you."

"no, dont apologize! it's my fault. im sorry, i love you too."

happy dragon great fortune

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use (with or without permission), do not recommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

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Your Warmth

Part six of The Rain series

Synopsis: Jack, Epel, and Sebek visit The Prefect in the infirmary. (Ramshackle Collapsed and The Prefect was inside)

TW: Sebek cries, The aftermath of Ramshackle collapsing on The Prefect

Note: Idk how to write Jack (or Epel apparently, even though I love him). I'm not exactly the biggest Sebek fan, but I think his part turned out best despite it (I used to hate him cause I have trouble w/ such loud people, but the Sebek propaganda got to me).

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 (here), Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (coming soon), . . .

After Ace and Deuce's visits, you took a few days to rest. Your voice had been totally shot and you had reopened a few wounds from the shifting around you did.

You didn't even notice you had reopened them until Professor Crewel walked in, his face turning horrified when he saw you. Your blood had seeped through the bandages and was staining the comforter and sheets.

After you had gotten the chance to rest, guests were once again allowed to visit.

Jack stood awkwardly at the door to the infirmary, his tail drooping. It took him a while to actually knock, but when he did, it was uncharacteristically quiet.

He lurked into your room, trying not to stare too obviously at your unfamiliar form. "I. . .I brought you a cactus." he held up a small pot with a flowering cactus.

He places the pot on the windowsill and stands awkwardly next to your bed.

"Thank you." As you spoke, you patted the space next to you (after what happened last time, Crewel had decided it best to help you move over before visits (even though he didn't particularly like the idea of those mutts sitting in the bed with you)) and he hesitantly sat down.

His tail draped softly across your lap as he sat (he knew how much you loved petting the soft fur). A soft warmth radiated from it and warded off the persistent chill plaguing your body. He watched as a smile crept onto your lips and your hands drifted to his furry appendage.

Silence fell between the two of you.

Tick Tick Tick Tick

Just as you were opening your mouth to break the silence, there was a puff and Jack was gone. In his place, a large, white wolf laid. Instead of his tail being in your lap, his head rested softly on your thighs.

He wasn't looking at you, but you could tell how he was feeling from the way his ears twitched and drooped.

The chill that had remained stubbornly in your body was now completely gone thanks to the living space heater lying next to you. Silence fell once again, but this time it was more comfortable. Jack never spoke much, a fact you were more grateful for now than you usually were as the lack of conversation gave your throat a rest.

You stayed like that for a while. You took in the sound of his soft breath. It was an even sound, but not in the same way the clock was. Jack's breath was comforting like a lullaby.

You ended up drifting off for a while. When you woke up, Jack was still there, but now his head was on your stomach, his ear placed just above your lungs. His head bobbed slightly up and down with each breath you took: a reminder that you were, in fact, still alive.

He shifted back before he had to go, and complied when you opened your arms slightly for a hug. As he let go, he gently shifted the blanket that was falling off your shoulder back in place.

If may have just been your imagination, but his tail seemed a bit less droopy as he left.

Epel came the day after Jack (Crewel had set the limit to one visit per day). In his arms he carried a large basket containing a blanket his grandma made for you, some apple juice from back home, and a few apples. He sat the basket next to your bed with a huff before plopping next to you dramatically, yet still, somehow, carefully.

"Meemaw heard the news and sent ya a care basket. I told her ya probably wouldn't be able to eat apples in yer state, but she wouldn't hear it."

As Epel was shifting to get comfortable, his hand brushed against one of your (now freed) fingers. He jolted back "Yer as cold as ice!" He reached into the basket and pulled out the blanket, throwing it over you. He adjusted the blanket, patted it down, and smoothed out wrinkles; he was being oddly attentive, but you weren't going to complain.

The blanket was a beautiful quilt with apple designs all around the edges and a big one in the middle.

"Meemaw started makin it the moment she heard the news."

Your eyes widened and you stared at him in shock. "That fast?" Your voice was soft and scratchy. It reminded Epel of the days he'd lay in bed sick as a child.

Of course, he knew you were in a state much worse than any cold had put him in. The reality of it all hit him hard and he pulled an apple from the basket to distract himself.

When he wasn't feeling good as a child, his grandma would always cut him an apple into slices and make them look like little bunnies. He knew you couldn't open your jaw much at the moment, so he figures this would be the best way for you to be able to eat them before they went bad.

You watched in awe as he cut the apple so easily and precisely with a pocketknife he had pulled out of his jacket. However, when he finally handed it to you, your face fell a bit. After you had reopened your wounds a while back, you were no longer able to bend you arms enough to be able to eat or drink on your own (you weren't physically unable, but Crewel threw a fit when you tried).

You looked at the apple slice he was handing you and then back at him. You opened your mouth to speak, only to have an apple bunny pressed to your lips. Epel was no longer looking at you, instead he seemed to have found an intense interest in the fabric of the bedsheets.

He continued cutting the apple into the cute little bunny shapes and feeding them to you, and you happily ate what he gave you. The cool, soft apple caused little hurt to swallow, and the juiciness of it helped rehydrate your dry mouth and throat.

When he was finally done cutting the apple, he laid back next to you, grabbing your hand closest to him and holding it. He cupped his fingers around yours in an attempt to warm them.

When he finally left, he did so with the promise to ask his Meemaw to make you some mittens too.

Yet another day later, Sebek showed up to your door.

At least, you think it's Sebek.

You had been told he was who would be visiting you today, and you heard his familiar footsteps outside the door, but something was off.

It was quiet.

You rang the little bell next to your bed to tell him he could come in.

Still nothing.

You rang it again.

Just as you were about the ding it a third time, the door creaked open. A few moments later, he walked in.

His usual rigid posture was now slumped, and his mouth was surprisingly closed for once. He simply loomed next to your bed for so long that you eventually had to gently tug at his arm to get him to sit next to you.

The moment he was next to you, his head rested softly on your shoulder, and his hand cradled your wrist. Through the thick layers of bandages, you could feel his thumb putting the slightest pressure on your pulse point.

It took you a moment to adjust to what was happening. Your last two visitors were clearly visibly distraught, but they had hidden the majority of their worry rather well (no doubt as not to make you feel bad). Sebek, on the other hand, was putting his emotions fully on the table.

You softly sighed before leaning your head against his.

Even when he started crying, it was unnervingly quiet.

You stayed like that for however long it took him to stop crying, and when he did, he lifted his head reluctantly.

"I. . ." he tries to speak, his voice barely a whisper, but he can't manage to get his words out.

"Thank you for coming, Sebek." When he's unable to speak himself, you decide you'll take the burden off his shoulders and speak instead. "I appreciate your care. I've only ever seen you so emotional for Malleus. Seeing you like this breaks my heart, but it also makes me happy to know that you care so much." You struggle to get all the words out, this was the most you had spoken since the incident, but you figured it would be worth the uncomfortable scratching in your throat later.

He started crying again and you opened your arms for him.

His body delicately rested against yours and stayed like that for the rest of his visit.

When he left, his eyes were red and puffy, and his cheeks still damp from the tears.

He spoke his first and only sentence of the visit as he left: "I care more than you know. . .Prefect."

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