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Confessions

Summary: Idia confesses his love to you.

A/N: Third one shot finished! I was very sick with a summer cold while I wrote this so I hope everything makes sense. I also got very carried away with the banter and so I had to cut some dialogue to keep it to my desired work length. I hope someday I can share those deleted scenes with you all~!

Confessions series: Rook, Kalim, Idia, Floyd, Vil, Silver, Leona, Trey / AO3

Your steps hit the pale marble flooring with singular purpose. Their crisp echoes spin away from your feet, only to ricochet off of towering columns and scatter up towards a vaulted ceiling. The hallways of Ignihyde are empty and bright, lit up by informational monitors and the mysterious hum of technomancy. The air inside the dormitory is pleasantly cool and feels almost sterilized with its lack of scent. You stride past countless rooms, ignoring the few rare muffled conversations that seep out from under the occasional door.

You stop at a door identical to every other door you’ve passed so far. Reaching out, you briskly knock on the door and announce, “Idia! Open up! I’ve got an emergency!”

A few beats of silence tick by before you hear the sound of reluctant, shuffling feet moving towards you. The door slowly creaks open, just barely wide enough for a single, morose yellow eye and one half of a radiantly pale face to peer out at you.

Wordlessly, you hold up your smartphone for Idia to see. Its current state could be best described in just one word: annihilated.

Idia swings the door open completely and stares down at the remains of your phone in abject horror, sputtering, “What the-! How-? What were you trying to do?! Vaporize your phone or something?!”

Handing over your former communication device, you step into the room and tiredly reply, “Several crucial mistakes were made today. Can you fix it?”

Idia’s face breaks into a wide, smug grin. He closes the bedroom door with a prideful scoff and boasts, “Like that’s even a question. Can I fix it? That’s undeniable! Too EZ. I could fix something like this with both eyes closed and my hands behind my back!”

You make your way over towards a tall bookshelf on the far side of the room and grin back at him, “Well that’s good news for me then! I’ll be over here perusing your manga collection while you get to work.”

Idia sighs wearily as he sets himself down in front of a worktable covered in various tools and hardware. “So business as usual I guess,” he mutters gloomily but from the corner of your eye, you manage to catch sight of the smallest of smiles flashing across his face.

As Idia sets up the necessary materials and begins his assignment, you trace your finger down the length of the bookshelf, scanning titles and making future reading selections. An interestingly named one catches your eye and you carefully retrieve it from its place on the shelf. With today’s selection in hand, you amble over to Idia’s worktable, seat yourself in a comfortable chair next to his, and begin reading.

Several minutes of easy silence pass by, periodically punctuated by the ambient sounds of lightly clicking repair work and the soft turning of pages. The two of you continue your parallel activities in this way for a few more minutes before you suddenly hear a short, quiet laugh from Idia.

You glance up curiously from your reading and ask, “Something funny?”

Idia does not stop or look up from his task but he smiles softly. He admits in a slightly bemused voice, “I was just thinking that this feels nice. This familiar scene, with you reading next to me while I work on a project. I never thought I'd get so comfortable with you barging into my room whenever you wanted."

You raise your eyebrows playfully and ask in a gently teasing tone, “Oh? So does that mean you used to feel uncomfortable with my visits?”

Idia turns his head to face you with an exaggerated look of retroactive disbelief and exclaims, “Understatement of the century! I was definitely super uncomfortable with your interruptions in the beginning and I believe I distinctly remember telling you to never come back on several separate occasions.”

“Yeah but you let me back in every single time afterwards,” you quip back with a self-satisfied grin.

“Well, of course. You wanted to read my manga,” Idia states frankly as he turns back to his work. “I don’t lend out my books to people I don’t know super well. If I don’t know your reading style, then reading my books requires my direct supervision!”

“Well you know my reading style now,” you say gesturing broadly to the careful and considerate way you hold the book you are currently reading. “Do you trust me enough to lend me a book now?”

Idia seems to suddenly freeze at the sound of your last question. With a hand poised elegantly in the air, clutching a small tool, he would look every bit like a beautiful statue if it weren’t for the slight flickering movement of his soft blue hair. Turning with almost excruciating slowness, he takes the book from your hands in a gentle and deliberate action and grabs a nearby bookmark to place inside before finally closing and placing it face down on the table.

Idia turns his chair so that his body is completely facing you but his eyes are cast down and to the side, still on the book. A breath of silence passes between the two of you before he finally speaks in a carefully measured voice.

"I do trust you. I completely and utterly trust you. But I'll never lend you any of my books because I want you to keep reading them here next to me."

Idia turns his head and looks into your eyes. There’s still the ever present, tired hesitation weighing down his brows, but you see something else in his face, never seen before. In his bright yellow eyes shines a fiery determination, fueled by newly realized desire.

You gaze silently into Idia’s eyes, almost hypnotized. An eternity seems to pass by in seconds like this until Idia suddenly throws his pale, thin hands over his face. You blink rapidly in surprise at the abrupt end to the moment. With fingers pressed tightly against his face, Idia’s voice comes out muffled and anxious.

“I need to tell you something really important but it might be kinda cringe? And I don’t think I have the nerve to say it out loud with you looking at me so can you please close your eyes? And also can you promise not to laugh at anything I say?”

Even though Idia can’t see you with his hands completely covering his face, you smile softly at him and state in a reassuring voice, “I promise not to laugh and I’ll close my eyes.”

With your eyes closed tight, you listen to the faint rustling of his clothes as he hesitantly lowers his arms and you hear the slight creaking of his chair, as if he is leaning himself towards you. Suddenly, you feel an ambient warmth on the side of your face and realize Idia has moved in closer to whisper into your ear. A faint feeling like feather softness swipes over your cheek and you think it must be some of Idia’s hair, flickering luxuriously against your skin like incense smoke. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low murmur against your ear.

"When I leave my room, all the whispers I hear behind my back and the stares I see from the corner of my eye... It's like harsh noise and screeching static to me. It’s overwhelming,”

Idia’s voice drops even quieter and you can almost feel his soft breath on your face as he draws a little closer, "But when I'm with you everything goes quiet. When I'm with you I feel safe."

For a few moments, the only sound in the room is the sound of the two of you breathing. The soft sound of air falling up and down weaves over and onto itself almost like calming music. Then Idia lets out a shuddering sigh, the air from his lips brushing over your skin like cool silk, and the silence melts away under his low voice.

"I've been thinking about this a lot lately. Thinking about you. When I open my eyes in the morning, I immediately think of you. When I close my eyes at night, it's your face I see. I think what this all must mean, what I’ve just now realized, is that I love you."

Your eyes fly open in surprise and you whip your head to the side to look at Idia, acting purely on instinct. His face is so close to yours, the tip of his nose almost brushes against yours. His eyes grow wide and bright from shock but he doesn’t pull away from you. Idia opens his mouth but all that comes out is a kind of strangled gasp. You read the question he can’t seem to ask, written all over his pale and unquiet face.

“Do you love me too?”

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Hello!

If requests are still open, I'd like to yeet over a request. Hear me out: the reder gives spelldrive club bois and the track club bois a kiss on the cheek after a successful game/track meet

Hello there! Thanks so much for this request~! I loved thinking about the viewpoint of a reader who really supports their athletic friends and shows it with a little kiss. Gotta give some love and credit to our boys in the athletic clubs lol I went for a mostly silly, lighthearted platonic mood for this one with some sprinkles of flirtation. Hope you enjoy~ <3

CW: gn!reader, cheek kiss, friendship, some flirtation, silliness, fluff

The crowd around you erupts into a sudden roar of cheers and celebratory shouting. The match is finally over and the athletes begin making their way off of the sports field towards the sidelines. Walking quickly towards the field, you keep your sights on a familiar figure. As soon as you get close enough, you throw your arms around him and excitedly shout, "You won! Congratulations! I'm so proud of you!" With a grin on your face, you quickly press a kiss against his cheek.

🦁 Leona:

Leona initially looks very surprised when he feels your kiss against his cheek. With wide, green eyes, he just stares at you for a few seconds, one ear twitching and his tail swishing wildly behind him. However, he quickly regains his composure and then smiles smugly at you. He slightly turns his head to the side and silently taps a finger against the cheek that you didn't kiss. You laugh and place a kiss on the side of his face that he offers you. As your lips brush against his cheek, you hear Leona let out a happy, satisfied sigh from deep in his throat that sounds almost like purring.

🍩 Ruggie:

Ruggie’s face immediately breaks into a lighthearted, beaming grin when you kiss his cheek. As you take a step back, you see that his blue-gray eyes are sparkling with excited gratitude, as if you had just presented him with a giant platter of his favorite donuts. Letting out a hissing, giddy laugh through his teeth, he jokes, “Wow! What a great present to celebrate our win! I wonder how much better I’ll have to play in the next match to qualify for a kiss on the lips?” Ruggie then makes a series of extremely silly and exaggerated kissing faces at you, complete with pouting lips and fluttering eyelashes. You both burst out into wild laughter and the two of you lean against each other, laughing until your sides ache.

🍎 Epel:

When Epel feels your kiss on his cheek, he immediately takes a step back in surprise and starts stammering, in his hometown accent, a jumble of confused country phrases. You have no idea what he’s saying but you laugh in a good-natured way at the funny, contrasting look of his eyes wide with shock and his mouth curved up in a pleasantly surprised grin. When Epel sees you laughing, he seems to snap out of his initial surprise and he laughs along with you. Grabbing your hand, he grins mischievously, plants a small kiss on your cheek, and shouts, “Payback!”

🐺 Jack:

Jack is celebrating loudly when you walk up to him but, the minute you kiss his cheek, he quiets down and raises his eyebrows in surprise. Crossing his arms over his chest, he wears a somewhat nonchalant smile on his face and he politely thanks you for congratulating him so sweetly. You peek around his giant frame and see that his tail is wagging so quickly it’s kicking up a tiny cloud of dust behind him. Jack notices where you’re looking and laughs in a slightly embarrassed way. With a warm smile on his face, he then reaches out to you and pulls you into a big, comfortable hug.

♠️ Deuce:

The second your lips touch Deuce’s cheek, it’s like he’s been hit with a freezing spell. You take a step back and see that his eyes and mouth are wide open from surprise and his body is frozen in place. You can’t help but laugh because he looks like some kind of comedic statue. In between fits of laughter, you reach out and poke the spot on his cheek that you kissed to try and break him out of his trance. Deuce snaps back to reality and swats at your hand with a mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction on his face. In a laughing voice, he says, “Hey, quit it! Don’t make fun of me like that! You really surprised me, you know?” He grins at you and raises his hand to give you a high-five. Unfortunately, he completely misses your hand and falls forward, grabbing your arm on instinct as he falls to the ground. You both fall in a little heap on top of each other, laughing like crazy.

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TWST Voice Line Scene #8

🦐Yuu: (walking with Ace, Deuce, and Grim) Good morning, Idia! What are you doing on your phone?

💀Idia: …Morning. I'm just getting my daily logins done before class starts.

💀Idia: (sighing) Why can't classes have login bonuses, too? That'd almost make me wanna show up.

❤️Ace: Oh! I have a daily login bonus for you, senpai! (hands Idia a notebook)

🐱Grim: I have a daily login for you too! (hands Idia another notebook)

♠️Deuce: Me too! (also hands Idia a notebook)

💀Idia: (holding three notebooks)

💀Idia: …Is this just your homework?

🦐Yuu: We all forgot to do our history assignments.

TWST Voice Line Scenes Masterlist

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NRC Staff Story: Food Thief

Summary: Someone is stealing food in the staff break room

A/N: I feel like there's not enough crack fics featuring the staff characters! There are many days where I just want to laugh at the exploits of our beloved, silly teachers lol I love thinking about the funny hijinks they could get into as a ragtag cast of coworkers~! <3

Word Count: 1.3k CW: crack, silly, dramatic shouting, childish insults, someone says 'ass' lol

“There is a villain in our midst.”

Professor Crewel closes the fridge door with a decisive snap of his wrist and then turns to face his colleagues assembled in the staff break room. He crosses his arms over his chest, an expression of deep annoyance plastered over his elegant features.

Raising an eyebrow, Professor Trein peers over his teacup at the younger professor and dryly asks, “Would you care to elaborate on that cryptic remark, Divus?”

Crewel briefly closes his eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh. Opening his eyes once more, he levels a petulant glare at Professor Trein and explains, “There is a thief in this room. Snacks have been taken without permission all week and now the criminal has taken something of mine.” He raises his arm and then brings it down in a grand sweeping motion, pointing a red-gloved finger at everyone in the room, “It has to be someone in this room right now! I placed a slice of apple rum cake in the fridge, stepped out of the room for ten minutes, and now I find that my cake is gone!”

Trein looks over at Coach Vargas. Leaning against the far wall, the athletics professor shifts the dumbbell in his hand to the other and then silently shakes his head at Trein. They both look over to Sam, who is lounging on a small, red sofa filling out a crossword puzzle. He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head with a small shrug of his shoulders. The three men turn their heads to look back once more at Professor Crewel.

With a weary sigh, Trein states, “No one here has taken your cake, Divus.”

Planting his hands on his hips in a defiant posture, Crewel scoffs with indignation, “I’m telling you, my cake is gone! One of you has to have taken it because no one else has come in or out of this room this whole time!”

Sam chuckles quietly and flashes an easygoing smile at Crewel. He raises a hand in a calming motion and says, “Snacks have indeed gone missing this past week, Divus. But you should remember that everyone here has also been a victim of this food thief, myself included! A thief can’t steal from himself, can he?”

Professor Crewel’s stance softens slightly as he considers Sam’s words. Narrowing his eyes, he mutters with some reluctance, “I suppose that is a good point…”

Setting his dumbbell down carefully on the floor, Coach Vargas lets out a boisterous laugh and says, “I know I definitely didn’t take it! Today isn’t a cheat day and there’s no way I’d eat the useless calories from your little cake.”

Crewel’s posture immediately bristles and he yells at Vargas, “Oh shut up, you lumbering meathead! Why don’t you go suck an egg?!”

Vargas folds his arms over his broad chest and raises an eyebrow at Crewel. “There’s no need to shout. And for your information, I’ve already had my raw egg shake for the day.”

Professor Trein slowly shakes his head and turns back to the newspaper in his lap. Without looking up, he tiredly states, “Ashton. The phrase ‘Go suck an egg’ is a dismissive insult.”

“I- I knew that!” Vargas sputters out in obvious surprise. He quickly composes himself and then glowers at Professor Crewel. Stalking over across the room, Vargas points an accusatory finger at Crewel and shouts, “Just because you lost your dumb cake somewhere, that doesn’t mean you can insult me like that! You wanna take this outside and settle this like men, you scrawny beanpole?!”

With a small huff of exasperation, Crewel sweeps back the white hair framing one side of his face. Through gritted teeth, his voice low with barely checked annoyance, he growls, “I didn’t lose my cake, you useless pile of muscles. I placed it in the fridge just a few minutes ago and now it’s disappeared!”

Slowly rolling up the sleeves of his red athletic jacket, Vargas shakes his head with restrained outrage, “Now you’ve gone and done it. No one calls my muscles useless! Let’s take this outside where I can really kick your ass!”

The two men lunge towards each other with fists raised. However, before either can strike, Sam steps smoothly in between the two and firmly pushes them apart. “Alright, gents! Let’s cool it down now. Fighting is not going to solve this situation.” He shakes his head with a playful smirk on his face and asks, “What would the students say if they saw two professors of this esteemed institution duking it out like a pair of street thugs?”

Glancing up from his newspaper, Trein scowls at the young men and remarks, “Sam is correct. You two should know better than to jump to violence over something so trivial.” Turning back to his reading, he adds with a disapproving sniff, “Do try to keep some semblance of professionalism in the workplace.”

Both Crewel and Vargas take a step back, away from each other, and exchange irritated glares. Straightening out their clothes, the two men mutter barely audible excuses. Then, as the break room door suddenly swings open, everyone turns to look at the dark figure in the doorway.

Holding a small, white paper box in his hands, Headmage Crowley takes a few steps into the room and turns to address Professor Trein, “Ah! Mozus! Do you have the test scores I asked to see this morning?” Opening the box in his hands, he takes out a small wooden fork and nonchalantly takes a bite of the apple rum cake packaged inside.

Blinking rapidly with utter disbelief, Crewel furiously points at the box in Crowley’s hands and shouts, “That’s my cake! How did you get that?!”

Crowley, startled by the sudden outburst, regains his composure and answers in a matter-of-fact kind of voice, “I got it from the fridge, of course.”

Sam shakes his head in bewilderment and explains, “What Divus means to say is, how did you get the cake from the fridge, Crowley? None of us saw you come into the break room to take it.”

Taking another bite of cake, Crowley answers, “Ah yes! I’ve had a small mirror portal installed in the back of the fridge so that I can grab myself a snack without having to walk all the way from my office to the break room.”

A heavy, thoughtful silence fills the room as the group considers Crowley’s explanation. Without a word, Coach Vargas strides over to the fridge and opens it wide. Looking inside, everyone takes in the sight of a miniature mirror portal, about the size of a dinner plate, attached to the back wall of the fridge and half-hidden behind some tall juice cartons. A collective sigh of disappointment and frustration is heard as they all turn back to glare at Crowley.

Closing his eyes tight with a grimace, Trein pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, “Crowley, those snacks all belonged to various member of the staff. You’ll have reimburse everyone you stole from.”

Professor Crewel raises a hand high in the air and angrily shouts, “You can start with me, seeing as how you’re literally eating my cake as we speak!”

Crowley glances down at the paper box in his hands and then looks back up with a nervous laugh. Taking a step backwards through the open door, he calls out in a fast-paced, reassuring tone, “Ah! Yes, of course! I’ll just go a fetch my wallet now so that I can pay you back for this delicious cake!” Crowley then turns and hurries off down the hallway.

The four men watch the animated headmage disappear into the distance and sit for a minute in silence. Breaking the quiet moment with a cynical laugh, Sam mutters to himself, “We’re never going to get paid back.”

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Confessions

Summary: Vil confesses his love to you.

A/N: Fifth one shot complete and this time it's back to Pomefiore with Vil! This was a very nice one shot for me to write. It definitely got me thinking about more abstract topics such as beauty but also respect and self-worth. I know that some people might not agree with me but I've always viewed Vil as a stern but ultimately nurturing and caring person. Especially after reading his dorm uniform vignette <3

Confessions series: Rook, Kalim, Idia, Floyd, Vil, Silver, Leona, Trey / AO3

The late afternoon sunlight pours in through the windows of Pomefiore’s dormitory hallways and your steps, brisk up until then, slow for a brief moment to take in the beauty around you. The soft glow of towering candelabras and the golden light of the sun mix in the air luxuriously and send dazzling lines of radiance everywhere your eyes turn. Your vision is filled with the sparkle of gold and the gemstone hues of violet and deep red. Breathing in deep, you notice the faint smell of perfume and for a moment you feel like you are inside a priceless jewelry box.

You continue down the hallway and finally stop in front of a familiar door. Your hand rises to knock and announce your presence, but before you are able to, the door swings open unprompted. The smell of perfume you had noticed earlier seems to rush out through the open door and swirls extravagantly around you and the beautiful figure before you.

“You’re here,” Vil states evenly. Holding a variety of robes and shirts in his arms, he smiles gently at you before stepping back from the door to invite you in with a small wave of his hand.

You step into Vil’s room and take in the new sight of several clothes racks, filled to bursting with various styles of garments, lining one side of the room. You make your way to your usual seat in front of Vil’s ornate vanity table and sit facing him. “I got your message. You said you wanted my help picking an outfit for an event?”

Vil stands in front of a full length mirror and studies his reflection as he alternates holding an expensive looking tuxedo and an equally expensive looking dress against his body. He glances at you through the mirror’s surface and says, “That’s correct. The event is a small, somewhat informal event. An opening ceremony for a local theater company. I'm going as a courtesy to a director I've worked with before.” Not satisfied with either choice, Vil returns both to their spots on the clothes rack and begins making another round of selections.

You raise an eyebrow with curiosity as a sudden thought flashes in your mind and you ask, “Why me? Why don’t you get Rook to help you?”

Vil turns to face you and crosses his arms over his chest as he studies you carefully for a moment. Raising one arm to his face, he slowly taps one finger on his elegantly tinted lips as he seems to consider your question until finally, a quietly alluring smile blooms over his mouth. He answers simply, “Because I only want you.”

You feel a light blush spread over your cheeks and you smile a little shyly and self-satisfied from Vil’s straightforward response. Turning to face the vanity, you try to distract yourself by examining the various makeup products before you and ask, “So when is the event?”

Vil gracefully strides across the room and sets himself on a small chair next to yours, facing the vanity mirror. “It’s this weekend.” He reaches out across the table, selects a feather soft makeup brush and lightly dusts it in a container of fine powder. With gentle and deliberate movements, he swipes the brush across his cheeks and quietly asks you, “Would you like to go with me?”

You briefly think about your current plans for this weekend, which are just to sit in your room and study. After weighing that plan against a night surrounded by designer clothes and beautiful celebrities, you smile appreciatively at Vil and answer, “I’d love to go with you.”

Vil returns your smile through his reflection in the mirror and continues to silently apply the makeup brush across his face. You turn your head to study your own reflection and trace your eyes over the familiar curves and bare skin of your nose, your brows, your chin. You watch a thoughtful expression appear on your face as you hesitantly ask, “Do you think I need to wear makeup?”

The soft brush in Vil’s hands comes to a sudden halt at the sound of your question, pressed lightly against his cheek. After carefully setting the brush back in its original spot, Vil turns to face you and lightly touches your shoulder with a kind and reassuring gentleness. Although he smiles warmly at you, there is a touch of sadness in his voice and behind his eyes.

"My dear, as I have told you before, makeup is not about need. It's about want. Do you want makeup on yourself? For some it can be a tool to accentuate and emphasize. For others, it is like armor to give strength and self-confidence. At the end of the day, no matter what anyone says, it is your face, your body, and you alone have the right to do with it as you wish. Always remember this, my dearest one."

In silence, you carefully turn Vil’s words in your mind like precious jewels. The obvious care in his voice and in his soft smile cause a feeling of warmth to steadily radiate out from your chest like sunlight and you smile genuinely at your reflection and then at Vil’s in the vanity mirror. You whisper softly, with an indescribable mix of emotions in your voice, “Thank you.”

With his important message delivered to you, the undercurrent of sadness drops from Vil’s face and his smile now is only serenity and quiet adoration. Turning his gaze briefly to the vanity table, Vil selects a beautiful crystal bottle of scented oil and then holds his empty hand out to you in an expectant and familiar gesture. You softly place both of your hands into Vil’s upturned palm and wait for him to begin.

After carefully placing two shining drops on the backs of your wrists, Vil sets down the bottle of oil and begins to lightly press his fingers in a series of graceful, swooping movements into your hands. The pressure he uses is gentle but firm and the tension you had not even realized you had been holding in yourself, begins to melt away under his expert attention.

Vil smiles, satisfied, as he watches your shoulders droop and your eyes soften with relaxation. With a few final strokes of his fingers against your skin he finishes your small ritual and holds your hands, warm and tingling from his touch, in silence for a few moments. You watch his eyes, dream-like and mysterious, sweep over your entire face. He sighs softly, almost with longing, and murmurs, “Light of my life, you’re even lovelier than you realize.”

You feel an intense blush bloom over your cheeks and you turn your face away from Vil’s gaze with a small shake of your head. You start to stammer out some excuses, denying the label of “lovely” when you suddenly feel the tips of Vil’s fingers under your chin. With tender gentleness, his hand guides your head back to face him and you see a small frown delicately wrinkling his brows. Vil’s eyes shine with determination and his low voice is almost heartbreaking, tinged with quiet worry and want.

"Please don't look away from me. Please don't ever look away. Gather me up completely with your gaze and treasure me the way I treasure you. My darling, you're more than a jewel, more than fame or fortune. You are a miracle. You are everything."

With his hand still under your chin, Vil draws his face closer to yours and your vision is filled only with the pale smoothness of his skin and the gently sparkling lavender of his eyes. His voice, softer than twilight, whispers, “Dearest one, don’t ever deny the irrefutable fact that you are lovely. More than that, you are breathtaking. Soul and body, you are beautiful inside and out. The most beautiful of us all.”

Your eyes widen at the weight of his words and the depth of feeling you see in his face. From the touch of Vil’s hand on your chin, to the scent of perfume and oil, all of your senses are awakened in a way you think should make you feel dizzy but in reality, you just feel completely present. Surrounded in elegance and beauty, in care and tender attention, you feel like a radiant jewel shining out from within a magnificent crown.

Raising his hand from your chin, Vil gently traces the curving lines of your face with a gracefully extended ring finger. His deliberate movements subtly outline your nose, your brows, your chin, and you feel the devotion and desire in him like flashes of sweet summer lightning from his fingertip. After a few more moments pass like this, Vil lowers his hand and softly calls out to you, as if addressing a divine revelation.

“Light of my life, remember always that I love you. Now and forever.”

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TWST Frog Housewardens HC

Summary: All of the housewardens have somehow been transformed into frogs! Your kiss is the only thing that will break the spell. They all have different reactions upon changing back.

A/N: These are mostly just silly headcanons I did for comedic scenario practice <3

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Riddle: Fixes his clothes and checks his pocket watch. "Thank you very much for your assistance. I will speak to you tomorrow with a more appropriate show of my thanks." Kisses your hand, gets up and leaves with his face blushing like crazy. Someone from Heartslabyul explains to you that today there is a birthday party scheduled for one of the dorm's hedgehogs.

Leona: Just clicks his tongue and says, "Ugh, what a pain." Has you sit down and then uses your lap as a pillow. "I'm going back to sleep." Puts your hand on his head and basically makes you play with his hair until he falls asleep (starts purring and smiling in his sleep after a few minutes).

Azul: "Oh my! You've certainly done me a great service! I suppose I'll have to repay you swiftly to clear this great debt I owe you." Kisses you on both cheeks and then takes you shopping. Buys you literally anything you show any interest in. He makes Jade and Floyd hold all your bags while he holds your arm the entire time.

Kalim: Launches himself at you and gives you the biggest hug while saying "Thank you!" over and over. Starts listing off all the ways he's going to show his thanks: endless feasts, parades, gold and jewels, your very own elephant etc. Jamil cuts in at this point and after checking for himself that Kalim is fixed, basically drags him away by the collar before he promises you his entire estate.

Vil: Immediately checks himself in a compact mirror. After checking that everything has been fixed and he's back to normal, breathes a huge sigh of relief and thanks you very politely and elegantly. He then applies a fresh coat of lipstick and kisses you all over your face. After he's done, Vil asks Rook to take a picture of the two of you together (you with kiss marks on your face and Vil with smudged lipstick). Later when you get the photo print, Vil signs it.

Idia: Literally just gets up and runs away. Sends you a 'thank you' emoji later in an online message. For the next week he orders huge amounts of food, books, video games, any product you search online, to be delivered to your room. Eventually Ortho forces Idia to go say 'thank you' to you in person. After he says "Thank you very much" he gives you a small kiss on the cheek, runs away in a blind panic, and runs straight into a wall.

Malleus: Honestly everyone is so confused about how something like this could happen to someone as powerful as Malleus that everyone present just kind of sits in stunned silence for a long time. After a while, Malleus conjures up a magnificent throne, has you sit in it, and has everyone bow down to you. While kneeling in front of you and kissing your hand, he makes a very poetic speech and pledges himself to you for all eternity.

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Confessions

Summary: Rook confesses his love to you.

A/N: I finished my first one shot! This one went a little longer than I planned. What can I say? Rook likes to monologue! I also posted this on AO3 if that's easier to read.

Confessions series: Rook, Kalim, Idia, Floyd, Vil, Silver, Leona, Trey / AO3

CW: gn!reader but Rook uses the word "queen" to address reader

You step into the woods behind campus and take a deep breath. The air is cool and smells like damp leaves and grass. Occasional beams of spring sunshine break through the canopy overhead and illuminate the dim forest floor. You begin to make your way further into the woods, carefully winding between tall standing trees and stepping over gnarled roots.

You walk in silence. The only sounds you hear are the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the slight crunch of soil under your feet. You walk for some time before you finally hear the loud, clear snap of a broken twig. You stop in your tracks and smile. You turn towards the source of the sound, still smiling, and softly call out, “I was beginning to wonder when you were going to show yourself, Rook.”

From the green darkness emerges a form you know all too well. He slips into view silently and smoothly like smoke in the forest air. He raises a gloved finger to the serene smile on his lips and winks an emerald eye, “Here I am, mon trésor. I apologize to have kept you waiting. I could not help but savor the most beautiful sight of you walking among the trees.”

You retrieve a small folded piece of parchment from your pocket and hold it up for Rook to see. “I got your...message.”

You pause during your statement as you think back to the specific delivery of the message. You had woken just a bit after dawn to the sound of something hitting the front door to your dorm with some force. After carefully checking through the window, you had opened the door to see an arrow with a parchment tied near its end, buried quite deeply in the old wooden door frame.

“Sorry for not bringing the arrow. I couldn’t get it out,” you say in a voice tinged with playfully insincere annoyance.

Rook lightly touches the brim of his violet hat with one hand and places the other on his chest, “Ah, mais bien sûr, I did not expect to see that arrow again!” His eyes seem to sparkle merrily and there is a growing sense of excitement all around him as he proclaims, “For I poured all that was in my heart into that arrow and fired it straight and true to deliver it to your hands. With the strength all of that I presently feel, it’s little wonder that my arrow sunk itself so permanently into the timber of your abode!” He laughs and it is a lighthearted, pretty sound.

“What is this meeting about? What did you need to tell me?” you ask pragmatically, ignoring his dramatics for the most part.

Rook looks up at the sunlight filtering through the leaves above. He closes his eyes and lets out a wistful sigh, “What an enchanting day. Quelle beauté!” He takes several deep breaths and then looks at you with steady resolve on his face.

“I am here to confess,” he states simply.

You blink at his uncharacteristic bluntness. There are so many questions you could ask him but ultimately, you simply and softly say, “Please continue.”

Rook drops to a knee gracefully and without a sound. He places one hand to his chest and the other he stretches out towards you. His eyes are determined and his voice is low and gentle.

"I have traveled horizon after horizon to behold you. My feet have skimmed over savanna and sea alike to bring me here, right here, to my knees at the sight of you. When your eyes alight upon me at last, I stop and can only struggle to draw a breath. For your gaze has completely pierced my soul with ethereal, ecstatic desire."

You feel a flush of warmth spread over your cheeks and you repeat in the steadiest voice you can manage, “Desire?”

Rook smoothly rises to his feet and steps toward you. You stand firmly in place and do your best to look absolutely calm and collected. His face seems to radiate with mirth and joy, in approval of your bravery. With deliberate movements, he takes one of your hands in his and places a soft kiss upon it.

He looks over the top of your hand, lips brushing against your knuckles as he whispers, “Regardez-moi. Look into my eyes and see for yourself all that I feel.”

You look into Rook’s eyes and see that they shine with a clarity and resolution you’ve never seen before in the usually care-free and whimsical hunter. Feeling the warmth of his gloved hand around yours, you catch the faintest undercurrent of longing in the air between the two of you.

You ask softly, “Are you in love with me?”

Rook turns his gaze slightly from you, as if to stop himself from shaking his head. The action sends his short blond hair sweeping across his cheeks and his brows furrow under the pressure of all the emotions he had been keeping in check up until now. He turns his face towards you again and looks deeply, directly into your eyes. Rook’s voice is still low and gentle but now it almost seems to tremble from a flood of indescribable feeling.

“More. So much more than that. This warmth I feel is more than love. This ache I feel is more than longing. Ma reine d'amour, you are queen of all of me. Every star and galaxy in my eyes, every blade of grass on my skin, every rush of air and burst of light! All of me is utterly in service of you. More than a servant, I do not merely serve. I offer everything to you, and only you, for all time."

Your breath almost catches in your throat and you feel like your heart is doing nervous somersaults against your chest. A million thoughts race through your head as you silently weigh your next words carefully.

You ask in a steady voice, “What if I don’t love you back?” Unspoken visions of the hunter playfully yet relentlessly chasing after students that catch his interest seem to dance in the air around the question.

Rook briefly closes his eyes with an almost pained expression. He quickly recovers with a small smile but there is a mixture of understanding and sorrow glittering behind his emerald gaze. He again raises your hand to his lips and places on it a kiss even softer than before. Slowly and tenderly, he returns your hand to your side and when he speaks his voice is quiet and close to heartbreak.

"If you do not love me, then so it shall be. It is not my place, nor do I seek to control the queen of all that I am. I have laid my soul at your feet and I have placed my destiny in your hands. No matter the course of fate, I will be devoted only to you for I have sincerely promised you my life, the rest of my eternity.”

He stands tall with calm poise but the air around him hangs dark and heavy with sadness and it drapes over his broad shoulders like a luxurious coat. There is a beat of silence and then suddenly the weight of it all seems to crack like winter ice and Rook drops to his knees. He looks down towards his hands, desperately clutching at the ground beneath him. His golden hair hangs like a curtain to shield his eyes and there is the faintest hint of despair in his voice.

“Tell me to go and I shall go. If you wish to toy with me, use me, or throw me in the gutter, I would accept every action gladly as if they were divine commandments. You are ma reine d'amour and I obey all that you would have of me. If you want nothing from me, then this will be our last moment together. But know that for every day that follows, my heart will continue to desire only you."

You stand in silence and look down at a form that is familiar and also entirely new. The dark forest air around you seems to hum and swirl with a symphony of words unspoken and you almost begin to feel dizzy. Rook raises his head to meet your gaze and you barely stop yourself from gasping at the sharp, almost tangible longing you see in his eyes. You have never felt more seen, never felt more desired than you do at this moment. You feel utterly beautiful and powerful looking down at this enigmatic hunter.

Rook smiles up at you. It almost looks like his usual secretive smile but uncertainty and yearning dance at the corners. He raises his hand up towards you, palm facing the sky and his voice is dreamlike, lit up with hope and fear alike.

"So tell me, ma reine, my queen. Will you take my hand and cherish me? Or will you cast me aside and curse me? The choice is yours alone. What is your command?"

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Are you still taking requests? If yes, can I request headcanons for Malleus, Deuce, Azul + the Savanaclaw Bois with a reader with a crush in someone from their dorm, but the reader's crush isn't them. It's an NPC

It's ok if you don't want to also

Darling Anon, I loved this request so much that I accidentally wrote two versions over the weekend! I couldn't stop thinking about this from both a supporting platonic and unrequited love viewpoint for the boys so I wrote both. Hopefully, that's ok! Thanks so much for sending such a cool request <3

CW: unrequited feelings, some angst

🐉 Malleus:

If he doesn't have a crush on you: Malleus immediately launches into stealthy protection mode! He personally sets out to learn everything about this guy and whether or not he deserves to be with you. He constantly pulls him aside for intense questioning to find out what kind of personality he has. If your crush passes the interrogations, Malleus then enrolls this poor Diasomnia student in personal combat lessons with Lilia to make sure he has what it takes to protect you.

If he has a crush on you: Malleus is so shocked and confused when he learns of your crush that isn't him. He doesn't know what to do or say, so he becomes a little cold and distant towards you. He's still mostly polite when you run into each other, but you can tell something is bothering him. When you finally confront him, he tells you very directly that it's because he likes you and that he knows you like someone else. He doesn't ask you to stop liking your original crush. In a sad and quiet voice, he simply says, "I'll wait for you."

♠️ Deuce:

If he doesn't have a crush on you: Deuce is the ultimate wingman! When he learns of your crush on a fellow Heartslabyul student, he offers all of his support and asks if you want any help approaching your crush. Every time you go to speak with your crush, Deuce is there to hype you up and be your personal cheerleader.

If he has a crush on you: When you tell Deuce you like this random student in his dorm, he gets so flustered that he blurts out that he likes you. Before you can say anything, he runs away and later you hear that Deuce almost got into a fist fight with your crush. After he's calmed down a little, Deuce finds you and lays out everything he's feeling. His expression is full of confusion, anger, hurt, fear. He only asks, "Why him? I just want to know why you like him and not me?"

🐙 Azul:

If he doesn't have a crush on you: Azul immediately pulls all of the info he has on your crush and also dispatches the Leech brothers to do additional reconnaissance work. Knowledge is power and he wants to make sure you know exactly what you're getting with this guy. Any secrets this Octavinelle student thought he had is soon no longer a secret. Azul gets all the details on his friends, family, financial status, academics, etc. and compiles everything in a complete dossier for you.

If he has a crush on you: Azul reacts to news of your crush the same way he would if he didn't have a crush on you. However, the key difference now is that he collects the information way more quickly and almost in a panic. Once he has all the information he can find on his romantic rival, he considers several plans of attack. The most attractive option to him is to either secretly bribe or threaten his rival into never talking to you again. But Azul knows that would make you sad and he never wants to make you feel that way. So he decides to be realistic and simply gives you the information without saying anything about his feelings. Looking a little sad, he just says, "I'll always be here for you if you need anything."

🦁 Leona:

If he doesn't have a crush on you: Outwardly, Leona acts like he doesn't really care. However, after he learns of your crush on a Savanaclaw student, he secretly keeps an eye on your crush whenever he can. He quietly observes him, making sure he's not a bad guy or someone who'd be disrespectful towards you. If he's found to be lacking, Leona will directly tell you and offer to beat him up. If the Savanaclaw student passes Leona's observations, then he'll order him to go talk to you first.

If he has a crush on you: Leona is usually really good at keeping his emotions in check, but you can tell he's really irritated when you tell him about your crush. When you ask him what's wrong, Leona will brush off your questions and keep insisting that everything is fine. However, Leona continues to act annoyed and keeps assigning a bunch of hard jobs and extra tasks to your crush whenever possible. When you finally confront him and refuse to let him go without a real answer, Leona tells you that he likes you. He looks frustrated and sad as he says, "I want to be as important to you as you are to me. I can't believe I'm in second place again…"

🍩 Ruggie:

If he doesn't have a crush on you: When he first finds out about your crush, Ruggie teases you a little about it (in a way that makes the both of you laugh). Afterwards, you and Ruggie will frequently trade gossip about your crush while eating snacks and talking about your feelings in a light-hearted way. If you ever start to feel anxious about talking to your crush, Ruggie always lightens the mood with a good joke and surprisingly good advice.

If he has a crush on you: Ruggie cracks a joke as always but, when it comes to your crush, the jokes get a little mean-spirited. Even though it sounds like he's joking, whenever Ruggie talks about your crush he seems bitter and frustrated. When you ask Ruggie what's wrong, he initially plays it off as a joke. Eventually though, he seems to give up and he admits that he's jealous of this guy because he likes you too. Looking tired and defeated, he says "Honestly, I get why you'd choose him over me. It's not like I have much to offer you."

🐺 Jack:

If he doesn't have a crush on you: Jack gets really protective over you and treats your feelings very seriously. He tells you everything he knows about the guy and offers to talk to him for you or go with you to talk to him. Jack makes it very clear to your crush that if he ever does anything to make you sad, then Jack will do everything he can to protect your honor.

If he has a crush on you: Jack gets really quiet and thoughtful when you tell him about your crush. For the next few days, he avoids you and you can never seem to catch him. Eventually, Jack sees that his behavior is making you upset so he finally meets up with you. He tells you in a very straightforward way that he likes you and that he had hoped you liked him to. You've never seen him look so disappointed and brokenhearted. With a face filled with regret, he admits, "You're such an important member of my pack, I guess I just took it for granted that you'd always be around."

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Confessions

Summary: Leona confesses his love to you.

A/N: Here is the seventh one shot in my "Confessions" series, featuring Leona! Had a nasty head cold this week but I worked through it! I'm really pleased with how this one turned out <3

Confessions series: Rook, Kalim, Idia, Floyd, Vil, Silver, Leona, Trey / AO3

A ribbon of gentle wind and harsh sunlight streams in through the wide open window, and you breathe in the warm scent of sunbaked soil and dry grass. You sit cross-legged on the floor of a familiar room, absentmindedly running your hands through the soft fibers of the boldly colored Sunset Savanna rug underneath you. Carefully assessing the chaotic placement of black and white pieces, your eyes dart across the chessboard set on the floor in front of you. You reach out a tentative hand and place your fingertips against a random game piece. In your peripheral vision, you catch the sudden movement of a soft, feline ear twitching in a very distracting way. You pause, move your hand to hover over a different piece, and frown slightly when you see both ears begin to twitch wildly atop your opponent’s head.

You look up from the chessboard with a frustrated sigh and ask accusingly, “Is there something you’d like to say, Leona?”

From his position at the other end of the game board, reclining comfortably on his side, Leona smiles at you smugly, relaxed. “Looks like you can't decide your next move, herbivore. What's the matter? Don't want to lose?”

You turn your attention back to the board with a little grunt of annoyance, “This game is wildly unbalanced. Shouldn’t you have taught me a little more before we started playing?”

Leona tilts his head back and lets out a wide-mouthed yawn. He flashes a drowsy smile at you, eyes half open and sparkling with quiet amusement, “All I can do is teach you how to play. It's up to you to learn how to win.”

“Yeah, whatever. I don’t even want to win,” you mutter as you finally move a piece on the chessboard.

Looking thoroughly unconvinced, Leona raises his eyebrows and says, “You're kidding yourself then. Everyone wants to win. It's only natural.” Barely glancing at the board, he moves one of his pieces to counter your move.

You briefly close your eyes in frustration and then swiftly move a completely random piece. “So you always want to win? No matter what?”

Leona looks down at the board with a small smirk. Moving his chess piece with a deliberate motion, he breezily replies, “I don't want to just win. I want it to be clear and without question that I'm the best.”

After moving another random piece, you look over at Leona and raise your eyebrows questioningly at him. “Isn’t that still winning? What’s the difference?”

A small frown creases his brows as Leona seems to carefully consider your question. Sitting up straight with a sharp sigh, he mirrors your cross-legged posture and crosses his arms over his broad chest. His bright green eyes, blazing with intellect and focus, glide over the chessboard and then up to meet your gaze. An affectionate smirk turns up the corners of his mouth and he laughs softly, the sound low and deep in his chest like distant thunder.

“If you think it about in the context of this chess game, there are two ways I could win. The first would be for me to wait for you to move a piece, then I'd think of a countering move to your action, and we'd continue in that fashion until I win. The second way would be for me to think of the moves you'd make before you even think of them, to counter moves that haven't even been played yet. In that way, I could lay out traps and dead-end paths, shift the movement of the game from both sides of the board. In essence, it's reaction versus complete subjugation. It's minimum effort versus going all out and fighting with everything you've got, in chess and in life.”

“Going all out?” you echo in a thoughtful voice, mulling over his short lecture. You then flash a teasing smile at him, “And how does this philosophy apply to all the times you skip out on class?”

Leona clicks his tongue and closes his eyes with mild annoyance. He rubs the back of his neck as his tail rapidly twitches behind him, “I said it applies to life. Going to class and hearing things I've already learned isn't living, it's just passing time and not worth the effort. It's not actually important.” He opens his eyes and looks directly at you. “Not like the way you are to me.”

You blink at the blunt delivery of his statement. “I’m…important to you?” you ask hesitatingly.

Leona slightly tilts his head to the side and raises one eyebrow, “Of course you're important to me. I spend time with you, I speak with you, and I listen to you. Doesn't that make it obvious that I love you?”

You feel your eyes grow wide and your mouth drop open from surprise. In a beat of silence, Leona studies your face with an expression of slight confusion before realization finally dawns in his eyes. He laughs quietly and says, “I guess I have to spell it out for you. Well, then let me make it absolutely clear how I feel about you. Beyond a shadow of a doubt." He smiles and reaches over the chessboard to place a warm hand against the side of your face. He gently, slowly strokes his thumb over your cheek and the solid warmth you feel against your skin reminds you of the deeply rich and complex sound of his voice.

“My whole life, I've had people telling me what kind of person I am. That I'm lazy, irresponsible, not living up to my full potential.” Leona’s eyes briefly shift away from yours, a small frown flickering over his face. “Good for nothing.” He brings his gaze back up to meet yours and his eyes blaze with a fierce determination. “Some of them might've had some semblance of a point, but they weren't really seeing the whole picture. No one in my life has ever really seen me. Not until you.”

Leona leans towards you, bringing into focus the intensity of his gaze, the deep gold luster of his skin, the soft, dark braids sweeping against his cheeks like thick smoke. His hand on your face softly slides downwards along your jawline and stops under your chin. With a tender yet deliberate tap of his thumb against your chin, as if for emphasis, Leona lets out a humming kind of sigh filled with longing.

“You. You see me. You see all of me. For whatever reason you've always seen me exactly for what I am. I lay hiding from the world in the tall grass, sticking to the shadows, but your eyes and your voice always manage to call me out. Only you can move me. You’re a force I’ve never felt before and you're so much more powerful than you realize.”

Glancing down at the chessboard, Leona smiles secretively. He releases his light touch from your chin and reaches down to pick up one of his chess pieces. With a level gaze, eyes burning with purpose, he reaches out towards you and clasps your hand in his. He places the chess piece in your palm with sweet care and curls your fingers closed around it. With the warmth of his hand enveloping yours, you can almost feel the honest sincerity of his voice through his touch.

“I sense in you the full force of the universe. All the thrills and anguish and joy that make me fully realize that I'm here in this world and I'm alive. I feel myself wanting you the same way I want to just see another day, to live in victory. I want you selfishly now, but I know I'll fight the rest of my forsaken life just to prove myself worthy to stand at your side. I love you with all I have, and I'll never stop loving you.”

You both sit in silence for a few moments, letting the echoes of Leona’s words wash over the two of you like warm summer rain. With a light tap of his finger against your hand, Leona withdraws his touch and then looks down expectantly. You follow his gaze and see that your fingers are still curled tightly around the chess piece. Slowly opening your hand, you see that it is Leona’s king and you quickly look up at him with wide, questioning eyes.

Leona laughs softly and simply answers, “Checkmate.”

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Hi I saw that requests were open still, can I ask for a silver x fem reader having a family day with the rest of Diasomnia? Like Silver introducing his S/O to his family?💙💙💙

Hi~! Thanks so much for this request! This was a really fun prompt and I definitely got carried away thinking about the family dynamics of Diasomnia <3 I really focused on the introduction aspect of this request, hope that's ok! After I emotionally recover from the recent updates from the jp server, I might write a part 2 where they actually do more hanging out <3

Word count: 1.4k Format: outline scene CW: Silver x fem!reader, family, fluff

Walking up a narrow, winding path, you lean on Silver’s arm for support and glance nervously at the imposing castle that looms up ahead in the distance. Silver notices your unease and moves a little closer to you, pressing his warm shoulder against yours. He gently squeezes your hand in his and smiles reassuringly, “Are you feeling nervous, my lady?”

You squeeze his hand in return and smile a little sheepishly at him. “I suppose I am. First impressions are pretty important,” you admit with a small laugh. Your smile is replaced with an expression of growing worry as you pass under the great stone archway that guards the castle drawbridge. Looking down at your feet, you ask in a small voice, “What if they don’t like me?”

Silver immediately halts mid-step and turns to face you directly. Taking both of your hands in his, he leans forward and gently places his forehead against yours. In a sincere voice, he whispers, “You are an important part of my life now. They’re going to see that and love you. Take courage, my lady. I will be by your side the whole time.” He raises your hands in his and places a small kiss on the back of each one.

You smile warmly at your devoted knight and squeeze his hands affectionately. Turning to face the castle gate with renewed determination and strength, the two of you walk forward into Diasomnia.

Malleus

Malleus is the first to meet you. In the main hallway, you gasp with surprise when he suddenly steps out of the shadows. In a low voice, he says, “I see that our honored guest has arrived.” He greets you with a slight nod of his head and a polite smile. Your initial impression of him is that he’s very courteous but also a bit distant, like he’s holding you at arm’s length.

Silver bows his head to Malleus in a respectful greeting and you copy his movement. With a steady hand on your back, Silver presents you to the housewarden by saying, “Good evening, Malleus. I know you might have already met, but I would still like to formally introduce the two of you.” He smiles gently at you, his eyes lit up with tender affection, and you smile back at him in the same way. Turning back to Malleus, Silver states simply, “This is my girlfriend.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Malleus carefully observing the smile you exchange with Silver. The politely reserved look on Malleus’s face seems to soften and you feel the distance between you seem to shrink a bit.

Malleus leads you and Silver down the long hallway towards the dorm’s lounge. As you walk, Malleus asks the two of you basic questions, like how you met and what you do in your spare time. He carefully observes the way you and Silver answer his questions, how in sync your words and affectionate glances seem to be. By the time you finally exit the long hallway into the lounge, Malleus is smiling easily and now the feeling around the three of you is warm and full of shared fondness. With a small laugh, he says in a quietly amused voice, “You two seem very compatible. As if you were two of one soul.”

Lilia

As soon as you enter the lounge, Lilia suddenly drops upside down in front of you, hanging from his legs off a low rafter. With a mischievous grin on his face, he exclaims, “Oh wonderful! You’re finally here!” He lands after doing a small flip in the air and grabs your hands in an enthusiastic handshake. He leads you to a circle of comfortable looking armchairs and you all take a seat.

Turning to Silver, Lilia smiles warmly and asks, “Silver my boy, would you be a dear and go check on the food for tonight’s dinner? For some reason, I was banned from the kitchen after adding just one ingredient to the soup.” Silver starts to leave with a slightly panicked expression on his face but then stops to look back at you, as if asking permission. You smile and give him a small nod. Lilia, watching this silent exchange, puts a light hand on your shoulder and reassures Silver with a low chuckle, “No worries, my boy. I’ll keep your lovely lady safe and in good company!”

Silver nods and then hurries off in the direction of the kitchen. The minute that Silver disappears from view, Lilia excitedly starts telling you funny and sweet stories from Silver’s childhood. In between his anecdotes, Lilia asks you questions related to your relationship with Silver, such as how long you’ve been together and what sort of future you envision with him.

Although Lilia’s speech and mannerisms seem light and carefree, from his questions you get the sense that he’s trying to appraise how serious your relationship is. After he finishes his final round of reminiscing and questioning, you take Lilia’s hands in yours and you begin telling him, in an earnest and sincere voice, all the things you like about Silver, how deeply the feelings between the two of you run, and how you care for him more than any other person in your life.

Lilia listens to your words and studies your expression in thoughtful silence. When you finish speaking, he smiles sweetly and a bit sadly. Looking over your shoulder in the direction that Silver left moments ago, he sighs, “I can’t believe how quickly he has grown… That silver haired babe I found all those years ago.” He turns to you and gives your hands an affectionate squeeze. “Take precious care of him for me, my darling girl.”

Sebek

You hear Sebek before you actually see him enter the lounge with Silver. The pair walk into view together and you can’t help but softly laugh at the look of quiet annoyance on Silver’s face comically contrasting with the expression of exaggerated outrage on Sebek’s.

“You should be more vigilant, Silver! Falling asleep while stirring a pot of boiling soup?! I mean the very idea-” Sebek’s loud shouting suddenly cuts off when he sees you sitting with Malleus and Lilia. After offering respectful greetings to the fae on either side of you, Sebek turns to you with a small frown, “So! This is the human that Silver deems important enough to bother the young master for?”

Silver steps in front of you in a protective stance. He addresses Sebek with restrained anger in his voice, “I’ve already told you, Sebek. You are to treat her with the utmost respect.”

Dropping into a martial arts stance, Sebek shouts at Silver, “You’ll have to best me in a fight if you want me to acknowledge her as worthy of sharing dinner with the young master!” He leaps toward Silver with a loud yell, and the two begin sparring.

Your jaw drops in shock at the sudden turn of events and you leap to your feet. Looking to Malleus and Lilia in utter confusion, you see that they look completely unfazed. Lilia chuckles softly and explains, “This happens fairly often around here.”

You watch with rising concern as Silver and Sebek’s fight continues to rage on. After seeing both of them receive almost identical punches to the face, you decide to take action yourself. Grabbing a cushion from a nearby sofa, you swing it at the two fighting boys and manage to hit both of them in one motion, “That’s enough! Stop fighting this instant!” Both Silver and Sebek freeze and look at you with surprise.

Dropping the cushion on the floor, you rush to Silver’s side and assess any damage he might have received in the fight. Sebek watches the caring and devoted way you inspect Silver, and the way Silver’s face seems to glow with all the love he feels from your attention. You turn when you hear an awkward cough from Sebek.

Bowing slightly to you, Sebek states, “You have my apologies, my lady. It seems I have acted rudely and misjudged you.” He smiles at you and Silver, looking almost pleased. “It seems Silver has found an extraordinarily brave human to be his romantic partner.” Sebek then suddenly points at Silver and shouts, “I hope you know you’ll have to train even harder if you want to protect both her and Master Malleus!”

Silver laughs softly and his gaze sweeps over the faces of every person he holds dearest to his heart, his eccentric and beloved family. Placing a kiss on your cheek, he replies, “I know. I will protect everyone.”

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Confessions

Summary: Floyd confesses his love to you.

A/N: Fourth one shot! This one is a bit on the short side as it was a pretty busy week for me. But I feel like I'm hitting a good stride with this series! Hopefully I don't run out of idea though lol lots of characters still to get through~

Confessions series: Rook, Kalim, Idia, Floyd, Vil, Silver, Leona, Trey / AO3

Standing under an ancient apple tree, you listen to the peaceful sounds of wind rustling through green leaves and birds chirping on a high branch. On the other side of the courtyard, you hear a handful of students having quiet, friendly conversations among themselves. You lean back against the gnarled bark of the tree with a sigh and let your eyes wander across the scene in front of you. You visually trace a path across the lush grass lawn, over a few wooden benches, down the paved pathway, and continue up the stone columns supporting the roof of the exterior corridor. Your gaze finally stops there on the corridor roof where Floyd sits, legs dangling over the side and lazily smiling down at you.

"Easy enough, right? Now come up here and join me!" Floyd calls down to you with a slight waggle of his fingers.

You walk over to stand on the pathway under Floyd’s perch and call up to him, “That was a very impressive parkour demonstration but”-you consider the considerable height from the ground to the roof and shake your head with a grimace- “there’s absolutely no way I’m going up there.”

Floyd gives you an exaggerated pout and whines, “Aww, that’s no fun shrimpy!” He reaches into his back pocket with a smirk on his face and holds up a small familiar looking object. “I guess that means you don't want your wallet back then."

You give all of your pockets a quick pat down before letting out a long frustrated sigh. That is indeed your wallet up there in Floyd’s hands. With your hands in your pockets you look over the lanky and relaxed figure sitting high above, and you briefly weigh your options. Your hands close around a small peppermint candy you had grabbed from the Mystery Shop earlier and an idea flashes in your mind.

“Floyd, I’m not going up there so why don’t you just DROP IT?!” you yell out the last few words as you pitch the small candy as hard as you can at the hand holding your wallet.

"Whoa Shrimpy!” Floyd nimbly dodges the thrown confectionery and looks down at you in disbelief. “Did you just throw something at me?!"

You look up at Floyd’s face, his eyes wide and his playful smile gone without a trace. For a few tense seconds, you stare at each other and you begin to wonder if you should make a run for it.

Floyd’s face suddenly breaks out into a wide, sharp grin and he throws his head back in a fit of high pitched laughter. He looks down at you, eyes sparkling with laughter and exclaims, “That's too hilarious! You're pretty bold, shrimpy! I guess that's why I like you." He smiles in an appreciative and relaxed way at you.

You cross your arms over your chest, regretting the failure of your candy plan, and reply in a dry, sarcastic voice, “Yup, that’s me. Just a regular old charmer. You’re so lucky to be my friend.”

Floyd’s smile drops instantly and is replaced by a small frown. "You're not hearing me right, shrimpy.” He stands up and places your wallet back into his pocket. “I said I like you."

You raise your eyebrows questioningly at him and reply, “Yeah that’s basically what I said, right?”

Floyd looks down at you in silence for a few seconds, an unreadable expression on his face. He then takes a step off the corridor roof and lands as effortlessly as if he had just stepped off of the ground. You watch him casually walk over to you with rising curiosity and when he finally stops to stand in front of you with arms crossed over his chest, you tilt your head inquisitively at him.

After staring at you thoughtfully for a moment, Floyd smiles in a secretive way. His mismatched eyes twinkle playfully and crinkle at the corners, as if he knows something hilarious that you don’t. Reaching out towards you, he gently takes both of your hands in his and breezily says, “Let me phrase this in a way that makes it crystal clear for you.”

Floyd begins to slowly walk a circle around you and, with your hands still firmly held in his, you find yourself turning in a circle as well while still facing him. It’s almost as if the two of you are dancing some sort of very slow and lazy kind of waltz. You laugh softly at the thought and Floyd mirrors your laugh with one of his own. He leans a little closer to you and his voice is quiet yet excited, like he’s telling a funny story during class.

"I never know what I'm going to get with you. You're wild, unpredictable, and perfect. To me, you're like endless fireworks falling over the sea. One minute, hot sparks of gold and red. The next minute, cool sea foam floating on the water. Never the same way twice but more wonderful every time after."

He stops walking and, still holding on to you, Floyd looks you over in silence. His expression is one of pure appreciation and marvel. The way he looks it’s as if he’s found sunken treasure and you feel a pleasant tingling in your cheeks, swept up by Floyd’s infectious excitement. Studying his face, you think that it’s the most sincere you’ve ever seen him.

Leaning in closer still, Floyd places his lips close to your ear and whispers with an airy laugh, "A guy could really get hooked on someone like you."

He leans back and smirks when he sees your wide eyes and slightly flushed face. Giving your hands a quick and gentle squeeze, he finally lets go and reaches into his back pocket. He hands your wallet over to you and simply says, "Take a look inside."

With Floyd’s words and cryptic actions swirling and tumbling through your mind, you almost feel like bursting from curiosity and excitement. You open your wallet and in the main pocket you find a small folded piece of paper. Upon unfolding it, you see a message written in a familiar hand. Written in red ink are the words “I love you” with a tiny heart drawn in the corner of the paper.

You suddenly feel a large hand gently land on your shoulder and you look up from the message in your hands to find Floyd’s face right in front of yours. You softly gasp from surprise but with his hand on your shoulder you can’t step back. His face is so close you can almost count his eyelashes and you find yourself tracing the sloping lines of his eyes with your gaze. Looking at his odd colored eyes, one bright and one dark, you feel as if you’re simultaneously looking at the morning and evening sky. It’s a confusing yet exhilarating kind of feeling.

Floyd laughs softly and flashes you an easygoing grin. “So what do you think, Shrimpy? Did I surprise you?”

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Confessions

Summary: Silver confesses his love to you.

A/N: Sixth one shot complete, featuring Silver! I had trouble getting started on this one because Diasomnia as a whole is very mysterious to me (which is very on brand). But I really enjoyed thinking about some of the knightly aspects of Silver's character.

Confessions series: Rook, Kalim, Idia, Floyd, Vil, Silver, Leona, Trey / AO3

In the last few hours before sunset, the sun hangs heavy and golden in the sky. You methodically step your way through an overgrown field of grass and watch soft shadows trail behind some of the taller vegetation. Off in the distance you watch the horizon rise up into a low hill, crested by a large and ancient tree. The forest’s edge behind the giant tree is like a dark smudge against a sky painted with the pink and lavender hues of descending daylight.

A soft breeze passes through the field and sets the tall grass around you into a whispering, swaying motion. Their movement reveals a figure clothed in black, previously hidden, laying stretched out and still in the middle of a grassy ocean. You smile with quiet understanding and your feet lead you directly to the sleeping figure’s side. After carefully kneeling down, you reach out towards a black gloved hand laying on a broad chest, gently rising and falling with deep, drowsing breaths. Gently shaking his hand, you call out softly, “Wake up, Silver.”

You watch his eyes slowly open as Silver peacefully awakens and then turns his head to look at you. The slight movement causes his fair hair to sweep across his brow like a veil, obscuring and then revealing in one motion the mysterious aurora color of his gaze. He gently smiles up at you and whispers around a small, happy sigh, “I was just dreaming of you.”

You return the warmth in Silver’s smile with your own and ask with mild amusement, “Why were you sleeping in the middle of a field? It took me quite a while to find you today.”

Silver closes his eyes with a slightly dejected expression and drowsily explains, "I was thinking about something important and I looked up into the sky to better concentrate on my thoughts. I suppose I must have nodded off after that."

You tilt your head questioningly and ask, “What were you thinking about? Is it something you can share with me?”

Silver opens his eyes and briefly looks skyward with a serious and slightly conflicted expression. You watch a series of emotions rise and then fall across Silver’s face as he seems to carefully consider your question. After a few more moments of thoughtful silence, he apparently comes to a conclusion and turns his head to look up at you once more. He smiles with a gentle light in his face, eyes half open yet full of wonder as if still looking at a dream. He pats the ground next to him and softly asks, "Here. Lay down a moment and look at the sky with me?"

You give Silver a curious smile and a raised eyebrow in answer but regardless, you lay down in the grass next to him without any objections. You set your head down softly next to his and you look up at the sky as instructed. Laying comfortably on your back with your hands relaxed at your sides, you feel a reassuring warmth against the side of your body closest to Silver.

Once you’re settled into position, you hear a soft rustling as Silver shifts his body, closing the minimal space between the two of you and gently placing his shoulder against yours. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his arm raise to point at the sky and he asks quietly, “"Look up there. What do you see?"

You take in the sight of the sky, filled with the shifting colors of sunset and golden white, billowing clouds. “It’s very beautiful,” you say softly. Glancing at the general area of the sky that Silver is pointing too, you playfully remark, “That cloud over there looks like a teapot.”

Silver laughs lightly and drops his arm to his side. “You have quite the artistic eye to see a shape like that in the sky.” He turns his head to look at you and his voice drops to a whisper. “Now, shall I tell you what I see?”

You turn to look at Silver and see that his half open eyes, still heavy with lingering dreams, are sparkling with anticipation. You smile gently, settling into the peaceful stillness that surrounds the two of you, and silently nod to him. A small, quiet smile flutters across Silver’s lips and his clear voice rings out softly, resolute.

"When I look at the great expanse of the sky, from one edge to the other, all that comes to my mind is kindness. Although it may not seem like it at times, there is always good to be found in this world. It shows itself in secret, hidden ways to those who look closely. From the way the sun rises every morning, to the rain that falls over the living land, lately I have always been able to find kindness and warmth in a world that is often called cruel and cold.”

Silver pauses for a moment and studies your face with an expression of quiet joy and appreciation. He then closes his eyes and drops his head carefully against your shoulder. His voice, directed downwards into your shoulder now, sounds far away, as if heard in a distant dream of longing.

“I’ve spent quite some time puzzling over why I’ve been able to think like this. And looking up into the sky today, I finally realized the reason. If there is an inherent kindness in this world, it's because of love. It's because of you. It's the simple fact that you are here in this world, and that I love you."

Silver lifts his head and your gaze is immediately drawn to the fierce adoration in his eyes and the determined strength of his brows. You feel a pleasant, electric sensation of surprise jolt through your body at the intensity of the emotions on his face. Acting instinctively, you swiftly sit up and turn to face him. Silver mirrors your movements with smooth grace and the two of you sit silently facing each other, surrounded by the sighing sound of grass swaying in the wind and the fading radiance of sunset.

After a moment, Silver extends his open hand towards you and, in turn, your hand rises up to softly meet his waiting palm. Closing his eyes with a small smile, he lifts your hand to his lips and brushes a light kiss against the back of it. Silver then slowly lowers your hand but continues to hold it tenderly in his. He opens his eyes, revealing their aurora color suffused with gentle desire, and speaks softly, like he is addressing an ethereal vision.

"My love and my dream, you are everything. In the mornings when I wake, you're the first light of dawn. In the golden afternoons, you're the echoing laughter of good company. In the evenings after training, you're the tranquil silence and peace I breathe in. You’re everywhere, your existence is everywhere and everything to me."

Silver slightly shifts his weight as he leans himself closer towards you. Reacting on impulse, you lean towards him in response and his smile blooms wide and bright. While softly stroking the back your hand with his thumb, he whispers, "You have become, or maybe you always have been, the most precious part of my world. For one so irreplaceable, so dear, I don't have much to offer. I have only my life to give you and this vow." He raises your hand and gently presses it to his eyes, shut tight with solemn determination.

"I swear to you, for the rest of my mortal life and every life after, I will protect you and cherish you. I pledge to you my ever enduring loyalty and devotion. My love, for all eternity, I offer you my heart."

You silently trace your gaze down the length of your outstretched arm, a thin bridge connecting you to Silver’s form. You focus on the strength of his broad shoulders, lightly rising and falling with his steady breathing. A soft breeze rushes through the field around you and, for a briefly shining moment, you feel as if the land and sky have encircled the two of you in a deeply comforting embrace. You sigh softly with serenity and Silver lifts his brow from your hand. Seeing the expression on your face, he silently smiles with mirrored peace and wonder in his eyes.

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TWST Voice Line Scene #1

🏹Rook: (bursts through the door and throws open the curtains) Bonjour, mes amis! It is time to awaken!

🦐Yuu: (squinting miserably against the sunlight, wrapped in a fluffy blanket at the 1st years' sleepover at Pomefiore) .....

🦐Yuu: …Rook. Can you please speak a bit more quietly? We were up until 4:00 playing card games.

1st years: (sprawled out in various sleeping positions around Yuu, groan tiredly in agreement)

🏹Rook: Ooh la la! That will not do at all! Proper sleep is essential for maintaining one's beauty and health!

🏹Rook: However… (holds Yuu's chin in his hand and studies their face)

🏹Rook: (laughs happily) Très bien! You grow more radiant by the day. I can only imagine how beautiful you will be tomorrow!

🦐Yuu: (blinks slowly with a deathly tired expression) .....

🦐Yuu: (lays back down and closes their eyes) I am too tired to be seduced by your francophone ways. Please come compliment me again after I've slept for 5 more hours.

🏹Rook: (closing the curtains with a playful laugh) Oui~! Bien sûr!

TWST Voice Line Scenes Masterlist

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hiya! i saw requests are open so I wanted to request something platonic/silly like game night at ramshackle with the first years?

Hello! Thanks for the request! I had a lot of fun with this prompt but I once again went a bit overboard and probably wrote too much. I decided to experiment with the format a bit as well. Sorry that it took a little bit to finish! Hopefully this is what you were asking for! <3

CW: humor, platonic friendships, just a generally silly time (is this considered a crack fic??)

You walk down the dim hallway, carefully balancing a wooden tray loaded with various snacks and cans of juice in your hands. As you enter the warmly lit lounge, you smile at the lively sight of your fellow first years sitting on Ramshackle Dorm’s antique sofas and chairs and excitedly shouting at each other from across the room. You set the tray of snacks on the low table in the middle of the room as Jack stands up from his seat to address the room. He holds a small cardboard box filled with folded scraps of paper in his hands and announces, “Alright, so now that we’ve finally decided on the teams, is everyone ready to start?” He turns his head to look at each team in turn. The teams are Ace with Epel, Jack with Deuce, Sebek with Ortho, and you with Grim.

Everyone in the room nods and yells affirmatively. Jack grins and declares, “Then let’s get this game of charades started!”

Round 1: Ace ❤️ and Epel 🍎

Epel picks out a paper from the box with a pleasant smile on his face. He reads his selection and his smile immediately drops into an expression of outraged annoyance.

He tries to quickly make another selection but Jack calls out, “Hey! You’re not allowed to pick a new phrase once you’ve read it!” Jack starts the timer and shouts, “Two minutes starting now!”

Epel begins flapping his arms wildly in the air. He occasionally takes a break from flapping to throw his arms in a wide, circular motion over his head. While he’s doing this, he’s also strutting around and bobbing his head back and forth.

Everyone cracks up laughing at Epel’s performance. Ace tries extremely hard to not laugh and puts all of his focus on concentrating on his guesses because time is quickly running out. “Is it some kind of bird? Chicken! Duck!” Ace keeps yelling out random bird species until the timer finally rings.

Epel’s starts yelling and stomping around, “AH CONSARN IT! WUT IN TARNATION WAS THAT?! IT WAS ‘POSED TA BE A PEACOCK!”

Epel and Ace’s phrase was “Pretty Peacock”. Everyone except Epel dies laughing when they find out.

Round 2: Jack 🐺 and Deuce ♠️

Deuce picks out a paper from the box. As soon as he reads it, he looks unbearably confused and conflicted.

Just standing in silence, Deuce puts his head in his hands and everyone exchanges slightly concerned glances. After a silent minute passes, Ace picks up the timer hesitantly, saying, “Uhhh, I’m going to start the timer now.”

Deuce immediately looks panicked and starts waving his arms and legs in random directions. It is extremely evident to everyone that he has no idea how to act out the phrase.

Jack looks just as confused as everyone else and doesn’t even try to make any guesses.

With ten seconds left, Deuce’s panic kicks into overdrive and he resorts to just pointing aggressively at Jack until the timer rings out.

Sinking to the floor in defeat, Deuce silently hands the paper to Jack.

Reading aloud, Jack says, “Lone Wolf?” He looks at everyone with an incredibly offended expression on his face. “Did one of you set that up?” Somehow everyone looks a little guilty.

Round 3: Sebek 🐊 and Ortho 🤖

Ortho picks out a paper looking very calm and collected. After reading his selected phrase, he lightly laughs and says, “This should be easy enough to act out. I’ve been developing my acting skills in the Film Research Club, after all.” The timer is started.

Putting both arms to one side, he brings them together and apart a few times in a chomping kind of motion. Next, Ortho acts out a crying motion, putting special emphasis on tracing imaginary tears down his cheeks.

After watching Ortho run through these motions a few more times, everyone in the room comes to the same conclusion that Ortho is acting out the phrase “Crocodile Tears”. However, Sebek doesn’t hear the rest of the room come to a whispered consensus because he is shouting out an uninterrupted stream of guesses at an extremely loud volume.

Almost loud enough to shake the room, he shouts, “It’s a dragon! Something with a powerful bite like that must be a dragon! Ortho! It’s a dragon!” Sebek continues in this way, never guessing anything else, until the time finally runs out.

Looking absolutely defeated and done with everything, Ortho flatly states, “The phrase was Crocodile Tears.” Everyone, except Sebek and Ortho, cheers and laughs.

Round 4: Grim 🐱 and You 🦐

You pick a phrase from the box while Grim brags to the rest of the room that he’s going to be able to guess it in under five seconds. After reading your selection, your face breaks out into a big, secretive grin and you ask for the timer to be started.

As the timer ticks away, you simply stand there looking at Grim and don’t make any movements. Everyone glances at each other looking very confused.

With almost half your time passed, Grim starts yelling and waving his arms angrily in the air, “Myaaah! What’re you doing hench-human?! Do something!!” As Grim waves his arms, you suddenly begin moving and copy his movements. Grim moves his legs, his arms, jumps up and down, and you perfectly mimic his every motion.

With only fifteen seconds left on the timer, Grim yells out in frustration, “Mrrrgh!! Quit it! Stop being such a copy cat!”

You throw your hands in the air and, just before the timer rings, you shout, “You got it!”

With a smug smile on your face and your shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter, you show everyone your paper with the phrase “Copy Cat” written on it.

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First Years Prank Wars

Summary: Ace, Deuce, and Epel prank Sebek

A/N: So I know we're in the middle of a follower event but I couldn't resist writing some quick, funny shenanigans to celebrate Ace's birthday today~! Ace is so funny to me and I really have a soft spot for his mischievous attitude. He definitely gives me "lead troublemaker" vibes lol Happy birthday Ace~! <3

CW: platonic gn!reader, very silly, only one braincell and guess who has it (that's right, it's you!)

Walking into the Ramshackle Dorm lounge, you see Ace, Deuce, and Epel hunched over the coffee table in the middle of the room and furiously whispering to each other. A handful of maps and papers are chaotically laid out across the table and on the floor around the trio.

You ask the group, "What exactly is going on here?"

Ace looks up from the map on the table and excitedly shouts, "We're planning a heist!"

Deuce rolls his eyes at Ace and scoffs, "Quit trying to make it sound cooler than it actually is." He turns to you and explains, "We're planning to pull a prank on Sebek."

Epel chimes in, "But it kinda is like a heist! We're planning to sneak into Sebek's room and steal his portrait of Malleus."

You cross your arms over your chest and raise your eyebrows, "You're planning to break into Diasomnia?"

Deuce holds up a crude, drawn in red crayon map of the campus and shouts, "Yeah!"

You tilt your head, feeling a headache about to form, "And you're planning to steal Sebek's portrait of Malleus? His most cherished posession in the world?"

Epel holds up a blurry photo of Malleus himself, not the portrait, and yells, "Yes! But don't worry, we're only going to keep it for a day or two. Then we'll put it right back!"

Looking over to Ace, you somehow get the sense that all of this is his idea. You put your hands on your hips and sternly ask him, "Alright, be honest. What did Sebek do to prompt this prank?"

Ace jumps to his feet and yells with indignation, "He made fun of my hair!"

You blink in confusion and then look to Deuce and Epel. They simply shrug and offer no extra explanation. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out a deeply aggravated sigh. You walk out of the lounge without a backwards glance and leave them to their work.

~ The Next Day ~

Walking to your afternoon class, you hear a faint sound, almost like a long sustained note in a really weird song. As you turn to look for the source, you realize the sound is the sound of screaming and it's getting louder and closer.

In the distance, you see Ace, Deuce, and Epel running faster than you've ever seen them run before. Sebek is close behind the three of them with a sword raised high over his head.

Sebek shouts, among other colorful threats and curses, "How dare you disrespect the young master like this! You three deserve no mercy! Stand and fight me, you cowards!"

You hide your face in a book and quickly walk in the opposite direction away from the chaos.

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TWST staff Unique Magic HC

I'm pretty sick at the moment so work on my one shot series has slowed down considerably (; _ ;)

While I recover, I thought it'd be fun to share some headcanons that I had already written. These are some not too serious (maybe even silly) headcanons I have about the unique magic spells of the staff members of NRC!

Crewel: Depending on the size and quality of the object, he can make a perfect replica of an item simply by touching it. The replicated object lasts as long as he has magic to supply it. Once as a bored teenager staying at his grandmother’s house, he decided to see exactly how many times he could use his spell. Choosing a small porcelain statue of a spotted puppy, he managed to replicate it 101 times before the spell stopped working.

Trein: Making a key made of glass, he can lock and unlock any door with it as long as the way isn’t blocked by magic more powerful than his. When he was younger, he would mostly use it to hide surprise presents for his wife and daughters in a linen closet at home.

Vargas: After a short chant, he temporarily steals the strength of anyone around him and adds it to his own physical strength. He can become up to 100 times stronger. The catch though is that it only lasts 1 hour and afterwards he is significantly weaker than his usual level. Plus all his muscles disappear (think deflated party balloon). These negative effects last a week and as result Vargas almost never uses his unique magic or lets anyone talk about it.

Sam: He can manipulate shadows and bring shadow puppets to life. He mostly uses this spell to make his customers laugh or to amuse them. Sometimes though, a student will catch him talking to a shadow before it flows off into the night. Sam usually plays it off as a joke.

Crowley: While looking at an object through a reflective surface, he can reach into the reflection and take the actual object when no one is looking at it. If the object is being watched or if it's magically protected, trying to use the spell will shatter the reflection. The spell works especially well on shiny objects and socks for some reason.