#auburn's 1k event <3

[cloudcountry]

Congrats on the milestone! Your writing definitely deserves the praise! Thank you for sharing it with us!

You don't have to choose this but if you decide to I would love to see something with Vil or Rook being protective?

If not I hope you have a lot of fun for the event! Thank you for sharing everything!

thank you sm!!! :D i love the praise and i am appreciating all of it so hard rn <333

at first i had the idea of vil being jealous abt neige but that doesnt rlly fit protective so i did something else!!

i just think that vil giving you lipstick marks <3333 he would never let you keep it but we can dream SIGH

VIL SCHOENHEIT + PROTECTIVE (1k event details)

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“Isn’t NRC’s manager kinda cute?” an RSA student muses, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“Yeah…they are.” another boy sneakers, hoving his friend in the back, “Dude, you should go ask for their number!”

“I should, shouldn’t I?” the other boy laughs, shoving his friend back, “I’ll come back here with their contact in no time. If I can get them on a date with me within the week, you owe me a soda.”

A sharp tap on his shoulder interrupts their conversation, and when the boys turn around they come face to face with Vil Schoenheit.

“I’m sorry, you were saying?” he glares, his eyes fiery and livid, “I believe I just heard you talking about my dove as though they were nothing more than a conquest.”

“Your-? Shoot, sorry man!” the boy stumbles back, “It was a joke! We didn’t mean it-”

“I should hope you don’t mean it. I will not allow anyone to disrespect them in such a way.” Vil shakes his head, staring down his nose at the two boys, “Besides, you are nothing but unruly spudlings. You are unfit for them. Maybe if you gained some maturity and didn't hold yourselves in such high regard, you would be worthy of cleaning the scum off their shoes.”

You notice Vil seems off when he returns, but when you ask him about it, he just sighs.

“It’s nothing you should worry yourself with, sweet.” he hums, kissing your cheekbone.

The lipstick mark he left speaks for itself.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Because it's Eurovision! Okay..?

AN: I wanted to write this last year, but didn’t, and then the enablers in the BBE server forced encouraged me. So enjoy this cracky Avengers Tower fic, where nobody dies and everyone lives happily ever after.

Un-beta’d

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me

Masterlist

Relationship: - None - Just good old team bonding.

Word Count: 1k

CW: Eurovision spoilers, American confusion, Domestic Avengers

“Oki doki, kiddos - what’s so important we’ve brought forward movie night to…” Tony looked at his watch. “... 3 o’clock in the afternoon?”

He looked around the lounge in confusion as Nat, Wanda and Bucky rearranged all the sofas, cushions and beanbags. Flag bunting hung from the ceiling, and the small kitchenette counter was laden with various snacks.

“It’s Eurovision, Tony.” Nat’s tone of voice suggested that that explained it all.

It did not.

“Euro-what now?”

Wanda came up beside him and started to steer him towards one of the seats.

“Just sit down, Stark. It’s about to start. Now where are the others?”

She looked around, auburn hair flying, but relaxed as Clint walked in, a grin on his face, followed by Bruce, Steve, and Sam. Wanda looked around them and smiled as Vision floated through the wall and towards her.

Clint bounded forward, launching himself over the back of the sofa and bouncing down next to Tony.

“Boy, are you in for a treat! This is going to be epic.” He grinned, completely unfazed by the blank looks from the other men. 

Sam settled on one of the other couches after a stern glare from Bucky, Steve joining him.

“Umm, could you possibly explain further?”

“If you will allow me…” The dulcet tones of FRIDAY echoed through the room as Nat and Bucky continued to shift and shuffle things around their confused team mates. “The Eurovision Song Contest is an annual event held in mid May every year, where the countries across the European continent all submit a musical act singing an original song. There are two semi-finals and then the final 26 acts star in the Final.”

Steve still looked confused.

“Well, what do the winners get?”

“The winning country gets to host the competition the following year, providing a boost for tourism and culture.”

Bruce settled down on the third couch, somehow having already snagged a bowl of popcorn.

“So the songs are good then?”

Nat snorted derisively.

“Nope. They are camp and cheesy, with ludicrous outfits, smoke machines and lots of pyrotechnics. But that’s the joy of it. And lots of the countries sing in their own language, so you have no idea what the song is actually about.”

Tony’s eyes went wide, nothing any clearer than it was before.

“Then why are we watching?”

As one Nat, Bucky and Wanda turned towards him.

“Because it’s Eurovision.”

“Umm, okay then…” He sunk down into the cushions, not sure it was worth risking the ire of undoubtedly the most dangerous trio in the room. “Can I ask why Thor gets out of this…”

Just then, the building shook, the unmistakable rumbling and light display signifying the bifrost had just hit the roof.  “..Scratch that.”

Nat turned on the television and squished in next to Clint. Vision and Wanda snuggled down into the beanbags. Thor burst into the room a few minutes later, placing Mjolnir onto the countertop.

“I haven’t missed it, have I?”

He took the final space next to Bruce, who passed over the bowl of popcorn.

“It’s the flag parade, apparently.”

The blonde god leant forward, arms resting on his knees.

“Ooo. I know this one! That’s Norway. I like them.”

Bruce smiled and elbowed his friend.

“Of course you do, they still treat you like a god.”

Across the room, Steve leant over to Bucky to whisper in his ear.

“Can I ask, if this is a European competition, why are Australia taking part?”

“Because they love how camp it is, and asked if they could join in.”

“I’m going to be confused during this whole thing, aren’t I?”

“Uh-huh…” Bucky threw some M & Ms up in the air, catching them in his mouth.

Back on the central sofa, Nat started to bounce slightly.

“Here we go! Prepare to be amazed…”

For the next 2.5 hrs the team sat, glued to the television, all manner of emotions running through them as they watched the eclectic musical display.

“Am I missing something,” asked Sam. “Why are they singing about Edgar Allen Poe?”

Bucky shrugged. “Why not?”

“Okay..?”

Steve nudged Bucky.  

“Buck - what’s she singing?”

“About how her love for her man is driving her crazy, but she doesn’t know if he feels the same.”

“Okay..?”

“My love…”

“Yes, Vis?

“This is an anti-war song, isn’t it?”

“It is, Vis.”

“Okay..?”

“Earth to Sam! Earth to Sam!”

Tony threw a screwed up piece of paper across the room and watched Sam jolt and shake his head as it bounced off.

“What?”

“You seem a bit invested in the Cyprus act there….”

“Fuck off, Tony.”

“Okay..?”

“Nat?”

“Yes, Bruce?”

“I don’t want to be rude, but is there a reason she seems likes she’s dressed like a werewolf?”

“Because it’s Eurovision.”

“Umm…okay..?”

Thor was bouncing in his seat as the Finnish act started.  

“This is more like it!”

Bruce peered at the screen, as though the neon pink and green outfits were starting to give him a migraine.

“But…but what’s it about?”

“Going out drinking!”

“Okay..?”

“Errrrm, Buck…What the hell did I just watch?”

Bucky didn’t even turn his head at Steve’s question.

“Croatia.”

That didn’t really help. All Steve knew was that he’d just seen something he couldn’t unsee.

“Okay..?”

The act from the UK finished and Tony stood up, cracking his neck.

“Well, guys. Thanks for that, I think. But now that’s over…”

“Nope!” Nat reached across Clint, who’d fallen asleep between them, slowly drooling on a cushion, to grab hold of Tony’s t-shirt and pull him back down. “Now it’s the half time show while the voting is done, and then it’s the results. And this year, we can vote from outside Europe. Look, there’s an app and everything.”

Tony blinked slowly in disbelief. “When’s it due to finish?”

“About 7pm.”

“What!” At Tony’s shout Clint sat bolt upright, snorted and sucked up a string of drool. “This thing goes on for 4 hours. Like how?”

“BECAUSE IT’S EUROVISION!” Came the chanted reply, this time with Thor joining in.

“Okay..?”

Tony pulled out his phone and opened the app store with a shrug. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

“I got $50 on Finland. Who wants in?”

At 7.05pm Tony sat staring at the screen, mouth wide open as the others groaned and started to pass cash towards Bruce.

“What the fuck just happened?”

Bruce smiled and shrugged.

“It’s Eurovision, Tony.”

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[ichorai]

green sofa ; j.yh

requested by @quicksilverster (31 + hogwarts au) for my milestone celebration !!

pairing ; hufflepuff!yunho x reader (gender-neutral)

summary ; your time in hogwarts is almost over and you're wondering what life with yunho will be like afterwards.

themes ; fluff, f2l, hogwarts au

words ; 1k

warnings / includes ; no warnings, yunho is just :( a liddol fluffy loser, a kiss o_o ik how scandalous

a/n ; this is also for the ficscafe exchange event !! written for @hwanami <3 i hope you like it :D your original partner actually pulled out of the event so i wanted to step in !

masterlist.

Autumn were the crisp winds billowing into your face in the morning as you made your way down to the first quidditch games of the year, the bone-chilling crackle of dried leaves beneath your shoes, the kiss of a shiver running down your spine. Autumn signified that the warmth of the day was bleeding away, trees discarding their leafy pelts in favor of skeletal branches.

Autumn could only mean one thing.

“Winter is coming,” Yunho remarked gently, burying his nose further into his flaxen Hufflepuff scarf. “I can’t believe the year’s gone and come by already. Feels like just yesterday we were celebrating New Years together.”

The slightest of grins graced your lips as you remarked, “I recall a certain someone getting drunk on smuggled firewhiskey.”

Scoffing, the seventh-year elbowed your side, biting out, “Blame Wooyoung for that. He’s the one that brought that stuff, anyways.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you hummed absentmindedly. The warm pink hues of the sky sitting behind twisting auburn trees made for a wondrous sight. “What are we going to do, Yunho? I don’t think I’m ready to leave Hogwarts just yet.”

The tall man beside you leaned against a stone column, strands of crimson and raven fluttering over his eyes. With the sun setting, a golden light spilled over the balcony and washed over his adonis-resembling form. He was so ineffably handsome that you were forced to pry your gaze away, training it to the quidditch grounds in the distance.

“I’m excited.” Yunho shoved his hands into the pockets of his robes and moved to lean against the balcony rails beside you, donning on a charmingly lopsided smile. The edges of your robes brushed against his from how close he was standing; you could even smell his favorite lemon spritzer wafting from his skin. “Remember back in third year? How we said we wanted to get a flat together once we got out?”

The faint memory made your eyes roll to the cloudy heavens. The two of you were only naive children back then.

“You wanted a cat,” Yunho continued in a teasing tone, noting your despondent reaction, “but I wanted a dog. You wanted to live amongst the wizards but I wanted to have a quiet, ordinary muggle-apartment. Oh! And you really wanted a fireplace with a cozy green little sofa to read your books on. Why you’d want green, I have no clue. Not to be a Hufflepuff or anything, but I like yellow.”

Something kindled within your ribs at his recollection. “You remember all that?”

“How could I not?”

You made an off-hand sound, shrugging. “I didn’t think you’d want to go through with that silly plan, after all this time.”

It was the way that his irises softened, the way his hand melded over the back of your knuckles comfortingly, the way he whispered out your name as if it were a poem written by the saints, that had you all but reeling. “Of course I do. You’re my best friend. Maybe… once we move in, we could be more.” Carmine seeped through the apples of his cheeks, a lovely dusting of rose across his nose bridge. The tumbling of nervous laughter from his lungs brought forth his panicked backtracking. “Or not. I don’t know. Is it hot here? Why is it suddenly hot?”

A genuine smile bloomed across your visage, a radiant painting Yunho ached to have permanently etched into memory. “It’s, like, eight degrees out here, Yunho.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah,” your voice dropped to a low mumble as you shuffled closer, reaching forward to gently tug at the wiry cotton of his scarf. “Won’t be surprised if it starts snowing soon. I’m freezing.”

He was close, ever so close, far too close. Never had he imagined he’d have the opportunity to breathe you in, to bask in the sensation of your fingertips dragging over his skin, to call you his.

“Are we about to kiss right now?” he queried, half out of curious shock and half out of anticipation as he took a bold shamble forwards, hoping you wouldn’t notice the way he purposely dropped his register deeper than realistically believable.

Your teeth sunk into the bottom of your lip. Not out of embarrassment, no, but one of slight physical pain. “You’re… you’re stepping on my foot, Yunho,” you winced, though with a dainty air of amusement.

“Oh!”

The scarlet-haired Hufflepuff practically pounced away from you like a startled puppy, wide-eyed and concerned. “I’m so sorry, oh god. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” you replied, reaching out to take his hand once again. It pleased you to find that his fingers easily threaded with yours. “Did you really have to ask if we were about to kiss? You could’ve just done so, you know.”

“Just wanted to make sure.”

The bashful smile that crept onto his sweet lips was quick to morph into a surprised ‘o’ as you pulled at his scarf with your free hand and slotted your lips against his, kissing away his beam. When he wrapped his arm around your midriff, your grip on his scarf slipped down to press against his chest, and you could almost guarantee feeling the fluttering of his ribcage pulse into your palm. His lemon scent enveloped you until all you could see, hear, smell, feel, was just Yunho, Yunho, Yunho. The angel-souled Hufflepuff that pinky swore to be your best friend after finding you crying in the library in second year.

When the two of you finally separated (though with great difficulty), your lungs were heaving for breath and his lips were kiss-swollen. An attractive look on him; but then again, when was he not attractive?

“Are we about to kiss right now?” you mocked his previous question with a slight chortle, ducking his playful scuff to the shoulder and turning to flee from the balcony. The glare that he sent you was short lived, because your voice carried down the hall, a sweet echo beckoning to him. “Come on, Yunho, we’re going to miss supper!”

He made a mental note to rifle through some furniture catalogues to look for a green little sofa for you after dinner. Maybe a yellow one for him as well.

[cloudcountry]

Can I please request idia +”🕹️🧸” basically him getting you the plushie that you wanted in that grab thing(idk what’s it call😭”

yes you can!!! :D (they're called claw machines and i remember playing them as a kid,.,.., the only prize i won from one wasn't even FROM THE MACHINE it was a blue tiger that someone threw on the ground next to it and when i asked an employee who it belonged to they were like "uhh you can have it" LMAO)

IDIA SHROUD + 🕹️🧸 (1k event details)

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That plushie reminds him of you.

Idia has been side-eying the claw machine the entire night, wanting so badly to try it out. He keeps being interrupted by the social butterflies of NRC and there’s no way he could perform at his best while they’re watching. They’d talk too loud and you’d be there and you’re too distracting-

He excuses himself and pretends as though he’s going to the bathroom, only to pull his hoodie tighter around him and sneak off to the claw machine. He’s aware that these machines are normally rigged but he’ll do it over and over again if it’ll get him that plushie.

He wants it for you.

Idia plays the game six times. He counts every failure but preserves, figuring he has to hit pity at some point.

And hit pity he does.

Just as the stuffed animal drops from the crane to the little prize slot, Idia squeals in delight. He takes it and feels the softness of the fabric, and he just knows you’ll love it.

“Idia?” you call out to him, and he squeaks and whips around.

You’re standing in the doorway, looking so amused and something about that look lets him know you understand that he definitely wasn’t in the bathroom.

“I won this for you!” he blurts, thrusting the plushie out to you, “You can have it if...you want.”

Your mouth falls into a small o shape, and you take it from him with a smile.

“I’m gonna name him Idia.” you beam, and he feels as though he’s going to faint.

[cloudcountry]

Congrats on 1k! May I request Leona + Jealousy?

thank you!!!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR + JEALOUSY (1k event details)

~~~~~

There’s a hot, fiery, immature rage that bubbles up in Leona’s chest when you dote on someone else.

It’s not usually a problem, not with his dorm members at least. They all know the two of you are together, and they don’t dare get in your way.

Grim is a different story.

It’s not that he’s opposed to you two dating, no it’s quite the opposite. He figures as long as he gets a can of premium tuna, Leona isn't so bad.

But.

Leona’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance.

But sometimes, Grim whines anyway.

“Hey!” he growls, swatting at your hand, “Be careful! My fur is sensitive, you know?”

You sigh and shake your head, not answering. Grim continues to screech and kick and generally makes the simple task of brushing his fur harder.

Why are you spending your time taking care of a brat like him?

Leona huffs and sits up from his spot on the couch. He is not about to let your invite to Ramshackle turn into him taking a nap when you won't be there to sleep with him.

“Give him here.” he grumbled, snatching the brush from your hand and lifting Grim by the scruff of his neck, “If you want to get pampered so badly, I can do it for you.”

Grim shrieks, but you just smile and thank Leona softly. He jerks his shoulders as if to say don’t worry about it.

You’ll pay him back later anyway.

[cloudcountry]

1k!!! :0 congrats! Your writing is so good! It has me kicking my feet hehe plus our mutual love for octavinelle!

Can I ask for Floyd + Soulmates, pls? Thanks and congrats again! Cheers :D

THANK YOUUUU <3333 octavinelle is such an amazing dorm i love them so MUCH and i'm so glad you do too!!!!! aaa!!!!!

i discussed what soulmate au would be cute with floyd with my friend who's in love with him and she said the one were you share your soulmate's pain!!! which is GENIUS because floyd,,,,,is reckless.

FLOYD LEECH + SOULMATES (1k event details)

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You’re certain your soulmate has made it their life's goal to put you through hell.

Day after day, their pain becomes your own. You start the day covered in bruises and wake up even more. Once, you woke up with the worst pain you’d ever felt in your life in your back.

Then you met him.

You went to one of Ace’s basketball practices to help out, since Jamil has his hands full and your afternoon was free.

That's when the notorious Floyd Leech decided to try out a headspin, and fell over before getting to the spinning part.

Pain shoots up your back as Floyd huffs. He does it again.

Your pain intensifies.

You’re left standing slack-jawed at the merman as he grumbles, rubbing his back.

“You!” you yell, so loud you even surprise yourself, “You’re the one that's been hurting me so bad!”

Floyd whips around to face you with the most chilling glare you’ve ever seen, and you shrink back immediately. Was it just a coincidence? Are you wrong?

Steeling yourself, you hold out your right arm and pinch the flesh hard.

“Oww, Shrimpy.” Floyd whines, shooting you another glare as he rubs the same spot, “Can you not right now? I’m busy.”

“What the fuck.” Ace breathes, realization dawning on his features.

You couldn’t agree more.

[cloudcountry]

Is it okay to ask for floyd + proposal? Hope that’s okay! ‘Grats on your big 1k milestone!!! :0

it absolute is okay!! thank you <33

FLOYD LEECH + PROPOSAL (1k event details)

~~~~~

“Floyd, would you want to get married someday?”

The eel in question immediately stops what he’s doing (which just so happens to be musicology homework) and turns to face you. He has the widest grin you’ve ever seen on his face, and part of you knows that grin screams danger but you aren’t scared. You’ve never been.

“Ehh? Why are you asking, Shrimpy?” he giggles, yanking you out of your chair and onto his lap in one swoop of his arms.

“I asked you something first.” you reply, using his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Fine then.” he huffs, snapping his teeth right next to your ear, “I don’t think marriage would be so bad if it was with you.”

“Really? Because I think marrying a big bad eel would be bad for my friend’s health.” you tease, and he knows you don’t mean it because he laughs loudly.

“Since when did they matter?” he hisses, tongue flicking between two rows of sharp teeth, “It’s just you and me that matter, Shrimpy. I don’t care about anyone else’s opinion.”

“What if your brother decided-”

Floyd groans loudly and you can’t help but laugh, nuzzling his neck and kissing the skin you find there. It’s an apology, and he accepts it with a hum.

“I love you, my little moray.” you coo, melting against him like ice cubes in extra sweet lemonade.

“I’m gonna be your little eel forever and ever, Shrimpy.” he coos, lifting your wrist to his mouth and nibbling on the pulse point.

It’s yet another threat that he doesn’t truly make, because he loves you so dearly, too.

[cloudcountry]

hey heh if you're still down for it may j get one order of eel-

"Floyd+Comfort or Understanding "

you can get all the eel you want. we have so much in stock. too much actually. please take the eel. he bites btw.

gonna write understanding since comfort was requested twice AJHSFDAJHSD

FLOYD LEECH + UNDERSTANDING (1k event details)

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“Shrimpyyyy.” Floyd whines, collapsing on your lap.

You immediately snap your textbook shut and look down at him, gasping when you see the long scrape running from his wrist to his elbow.

“What did you do?!” you shriek, “We need to get you first aid! Hold on, I’ll be right back—”

Despite you saying you’d be right back, Floyd follows you into Ramshackle with a pout. He’s cradling his injured arm and you know he’s had it worse in the ocean because he’s told you stories of sharks and poisonous fish and even Azul’s venom, but there will always be a part of you that wants to take care of him.

He hisses when you start cleaning the wound, but for someone so erratic he doesn’t move. He must like being pampered like this, you think, especially since he’s still clinging to you like you’re some sort of safety blanket.

“I was doing parkour, right?” Floyd whines, “And then a little guppy got it my way! He didn’t move fast enough so I kneed him in the head and he sent me flying into the pavement. Ran away before I could give him a good squeeze.”

“Please be more careful.” you plea, wrapping the gauze around his arm, “This is a really bad scrape and the last thing we want is for it to get infected.”

You can tell Floyd’s about to spew something about how “being careful” is boring, but you kiss the gauze you just finished applying and suddenly he’s silent.

“I know you like to have fun, but next time just pretend he’s another obstacle. Jump on his head or something, I don’t care.” you murmur against his bandages, and now it’s your turn to cradle his arm like it’s precious, “You’re precious to me, okay? I want you safe.”

“Shrimpyyyyy.” he whines again, slumping onto your shoulder, and you know that means he thinks you’re precious, too.

[cloudcountry]

Can I please request Leona + “pounce” for the event thing?

OFC YOU CAN!! C:

I GOT A BIT CARRIED AWAY,,,,,,,, OOPS

leona wants cuddles and he wants them NOW!!!!!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR + POUNCE (1k event details)

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“C’mon” Cheka giggles, squirming in your arms as the two of you hunch next to Leona’s cracked open door.

“Shh.” you shush, holding back your own giggles, “We need to surprise your Uncle, okay?”

“Yeah! I got it.” Cheka shrinks down, pressing a tiny hand against the door.

He slowly pushes it open, revealing the inside of the Housewarden’s room and making his loud snoring all the more audible. Crouching down, you and your sneaky little companion make your way across the bedroom, stopping at the side of his bed. It sounds like he’s still asleep, but you can never be too sure with someone like Leona.

“Follow my lead.” you whisper, holding a finger to your lips. Cheka nods enthusiastically, and the second you spring up he follows.

You definitely don’t scare him.

You do, however, come face to face with his bright green eyes and amused smirk.

“Herbivore.” he huffs, leaning in close, “What are you doing?”

“Unca Leona!” Cheka yells, jumping on his face, “Did I scare ya? Did I?”

Leona groans and relinquishes his hold on you. Your body hits the bed with a thump as Leona peels his nephew off of him.

“Go away, brat.” Leona huffs, tossing Cheka off the bed, “I need to sleep.”

“Come on Unca! Chase me!” Cheka beams, completely ignoring Leona's words as he zooms out of the room.

“Guess I’ll go chase him for you, then.” you try to scoot out of bed, but Leona’s arms stop you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he hisses, “You gotta pay for waking me up, Herbivore. So sit still and let me sleep.”

[cloudcountry]

Barbatos and rats for your 1k event :D (I'm sorry-)

how could you!!!! >:0

mc is yearning for barb so hard here i couldnt help myself HELP

BARBATOS + RATS (1k event details)

~~~~~

You must be seeing things. The sleep deprivation must be getting to you, because there’s no way the all-powerful Barbatos just sprinted down the hallway like his ass was on fire and hid behind you.

“Uh…” you trail off, craning your neck to get a good look at him, “Can I ask what you’re doing?”

“Pardon me.” he stumbles over his words, voice shaking. It may seem a tad sadistic, but you’re curious to figure out what exactly has him so shaken up.

“Oh, you’re pardoned. Don’t worry about it.” you wave away his concerns with a smile, “What’s going on?”

“There is a, um…you-know-what. In the kitchen. I am not sure how the vermin got in, but…” Barbatos shudders, “Please, get it out for me, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind.” you beam.

You might as well jump at the chance to get closer to him, right?

“Ah…thank you. I assure you I will pay you back.” he promises, bowing his head in thanks.

“You don’t have to.” you insist, but Barbatos shakes his head.

“I insist.” he smiles one of his smiles that seems slightly threatening and you know there’s no room for argument, “It would be a delight to have you at the castle again. Please do not take that opportunity away from me.”

Ah, so that was his game.

You shoot him an enthusiastic thumbs up before taking off towards the kitchen, ready to take that rat out of the castle even if it killed you.

[cloudcountry]

Hello, hello! First of all, congrats on making the 1k follower milestone!👍 Now for the event, I'd like "Leona Kingscholar + 💋", please. Thanks!

hello hello and thank you!!!!!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR + 💋 (1k event details)

~~~~~

You deserve better. You deserve so much better than someone who is always second best, someone who can’t get away from his family, someone who will only push you away.

He doesn’t understand why you keep coming back with a soft “I’m back, sweetheart,” and a kiss pressed to his temple. Sometimes you bring food with you and sometimes you don’t. Either way, he feels full knowing that you care about him. Sometimes it’s too much and he feels like he’ll explode, but even on those days you still treat him kindly.

Barely anyone knows the real reason he stays at NRC. Barely anyone realizes that Leona is a hard worker that could easily pass all of the lessons set before him by professors that know less than he does. Barely anyone knows that he left for NRC to get away from his family, his obligations, his title of “second best.”

Because nobody would call a Housewarden second best.

And you’re one of those people he trusts so dearly with all the beautifully strong and irritatingly ugly parts of him because he knows you’ll cherish both.

“I’m back, sweetheart,” he hears you call, the door to his dorm swinging open and shut.

Leona shifts the blankets just a bit so you can reach his temple. Your kiss feels like heaven.

[cloudcountry]

hiiii 👋 may i request lucifer + cats for your event, pretty please? thank you so much and warmest congratulations!! 🥺💙

you absolutely may!!! thank you for all your support !!!!! <33

lucifer is the grumpy old man that says he hates the family cat when it reality they're best friends

LUCIFER + CATS (1k event details)

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“I can see you smiling, MC.”

You snicker, holding up your D.D,D. in order to catch the scene in front of you. Lucifer looks so annoyed as no less than three cats clamber all over his body with their tiny little claws. Satan must have let some strays in again.

“You know, if you just let Satan have a cat he would probably stop this.” you point out.

“Absolutely not.” he responds gruffly, “You know Satan well enough to know he wouldn’t.”

Lucifer’s probably right. Actually, no—he’s definitely right.

“What if we got a kitty, hm? They could be best friends with Cerberus!”

“There’s no way that could work. Cerberus is a fearsome beast—”

“—who was nuzzling my palm yesterday when I gave him a treat!”

“Only because he knows I will discipline him harshly if he dares attack you.”

“Aww, so you do care!”

Lucifer groans, gently lifting the cat on his shoulder off of his coat. He sets it on the ground with an absurd amount of care, where it meows loudly and rubs up against his leg.

“Come on, Lucifer. They like you.” you say, and he sighs.

“...Fine. We can keep one. But the rest have to go.” he murmurs, stooping down to pet the one rubbing against his leg.

“I knew you were a softie.” you tease, and he lets you get away with that, too.

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For the request can I do a vil + 🩰

the emoji made me think of dancing so i was like "ooooh nrc school dance!!"

VIL SCHOENHEIT + 🩰 (1k event details)

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Never in your life did you think you would be the cause of Prom gossip.

The students at NRC seem to be far more invested in who you would ask out than the dance itself. Last time you heard, Ace had even started a bet as to who your date would be. It was such an Ace thing to do that you ended up whacking him upside the head every time you saw him.

Sure, being a magicless student at the center of every Overblot ever had put you in the center of attention, and sure everyone knew who you were because of it, but did that really mean they had to make your entire school life a spectacle?

No. No, it did not.

So, in hopes of calming things down, you decided to go after one of the most unnoticeable, unremarkable, uninteresting people on campus and just kidding of course you didn't do that!

“Will you go to the dance with me?” you blurt, setting down your salad fork.

Vil freezes in place, hand halfway to his glass of water. He makes eye contact with you and raises a single, questioning brow.

“Whatever for?” he says plainly, fingers wrapping around the dewy surface of the glass.

“Uh, because I like you. And I want to. And you’re magnificent.” you deadpan, “Why else?”

“Hm. Okay, dove. I’ll bite.” he hums, amused, “What do I get in return?”

“A good time?” you offer, half joking.

Vill rolls his eyes, and that’s the end of it.

Date: acquired.

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oli!! congratulations on the 1k <3 for the event I would like to vil + sit on his lap?) or vil + lap jeje idk I just want to sit on his lap and talk?) XDD, well take care and let's go for the 2k ^^/

aaaa thank you!!!! <3 my first thought was doing vil's eyeliner bc YK "sit on my lap and do my eyeliner" but i know he would NEVER let someone else do his eyeliner sigh.

so instead, you're taking his makeup off. C:< onwards to 2k!! thank you for your support anon <33

VIL SCHOENHEIT + LAP (1k event details)

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Pomfiore dinners were always a hassle.

You’d think the dorm with someone like Vil at its head would be calm, but with all the preparations required to make the dinner go perfectly, it was anything but.

As if that wasn’t enough, Vil's morning alarm didn’t go off and he didn’t have time to go on his morning run. Just when you both thought he couldn’t get more thrown off his routine, it suddenly began to rain. Silently cursing whoever had angered Malleus as thunder rumbled in the distance, you and Vil had to take shelter before heading back to Pomfiore.

By now, Vil was ready to sleep.

And so you tug him over to his vanity and sit him in front of the mirror. He doesn’t protest when you climb into his lap, nor does he push you away when you start to remove his makeup.

“There you go, beautiful.” you murmur, gently massaging the make-up remover balm into his skin.

He hums at the gentle caressing of your fingers as they map out his features, and his relaxed state makes you happy to serve him.

Is this what it means to be a queen?

“Thank you, dove.” he sighs, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“No problem.” you whisper, and you wrap your arms around his middle.

He lets you kiss the juncture between his neck and shoulder before he tells you to get off his lap so he can wash his face. You, as always, are happy to serve.

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happy 1k!!! 💚 would you be willing to do malleus and flowers? go crazy!

thank you!! <3 i'll go crazy just like he will C;

MALLEUS DRACONIA + FLOWERS (1k event details)

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“Nyehh!” Grim wails, slamming the front door shut with a bang.

You jump, whipping around to see the cat monster clutching his nose as though someone had punched him.

“Grim? What happened?” you ask, rushing over to your companion.

Grim lets you scoop him up into his arms, whining about something about flowers and pollen before he lets out the most earth shattering sneeze you’ve ever heard. You set him down and he bolts away from the door as fast as his little legs will carry him.

You turn towards the door, curious about what could be on the other side as you reach for the doorknob.

It opens.

You gasp, hands shooting up to cover your gaping mouth.

There are mountains and mountains of flowers on Ramshackle’s front porch, all of varying sizes and shapes and colors. There must be at least fifty bouquets that you can see in the entryway alone, all tied together with shimmering ribbons lined with gold.

Who did this?!

You step out onto the porch to examine the bouquets more closely, and something crunches under your foot. You flinch and jump back, hoping you didn’t step on another beautiful bouquet, but when you look down you find it's only a letter. You pick it up and gently tear open the envelope, unfolding the creamy white paper you find inside. The letter is written in a swirling handwriting written in dark green ink.

Dear Child of Man,

I heard that you like flowers. I hope these bouquets are satisfactory. If you ever require anything, please lean on me.

M. D.

Straight to the point, but so adorably foolish. You can’t help the bubbly laughter that escapes you—only Malleus would take a small piece of information about you so far.

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Hi! I’m only a new follower but have binged a few of your works and they are so lovely <3 congrats on the amazing and big 1k!!

If it’s no trouble could I ask for Jade/Floyd + Glasses? But if there’s too many asks of the tweels feel free to insert any character that comes to mind, I’m good with anyone! Lmao 🤣

Thank you sm!!! And no rush at all ^.^ hope you’re doing great <3

!!! thank you so much <3333 !!! theres never enough tweel content <3 truly i adore those two and i think we can all agree. i havent met a single person that doesnt like them.

as someone that wears glasses this was fun LMAO

JADE LEECH + GLASSES (1k event details)

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Your hands falls on your nightstand, feeling around for your glasses. You groan when you find nothing, knowing exactly who has done this to you.

“Jaaade!” you call out, flinging the sheets off your body and heading towards your bedroom door, “Where did you put my glasses?”

“My my, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Jade chuckles, opening the door before you can ever reach it.

Was he just waiting out there?

“You’re so weird.” you mumble, squinting until you can see the blurry outline of your glasses on his face, “Give them back, please.”

“Mmm…no.” he taps his chin thoughtfully, “At least, not for free.”

You groan again, making a show out of your playful annoyance. Jade just watches, and it's clear he’s not budging no matter how much you whine.

“Fine. C’mere.” you sigh, grabbing at his pajamas and pulling him into you.

“That’s it, siren.” he coos, swooping down to kiss you.

You break away shortly after and he chases your lips, smiling like the devious little sneak he is.

“Can I have my glasses back now?”

“A kiss for each lens, my dear. And one for the frames too.”

“You drive a hard bargain.” you groan, pulling him into you again.