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asmolfolk · 2 months ago

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Twisted wonderland with a Grandparent!Reader

ਈՉ࣪﹑Just a quick heads-up! There will be ALL characters separated and all of them together (Ace and Deuce are the only ones who have separated and an 'Adeuce' one.)﹗ִ❀ ᘏ It's mostly comfort but there are some angst from their backgrounds... Also, I'm sorry if it's too short! :´(((﹗ִ❀

ᘏ Alsooo! Tyy so much for the likes and for the comments! I'm so happy that ya'll like it!! ❀

First things, just want to clear up some TWS.

Mentions of toxic relationships with parents [Riddle]

PTSD and Trauma [Riddle and Trey]

Jealousy over others and bad thoughts because of it [Riddle]

Insecurity [Riddle and Cater.]

Depression [Cater]

Prologue┆Savanaclaw┆Octavinelle┆Scarabia┆Pomefiore┆Ignihyde┆Diasomnia┆NRC STAFF┆Special Characters.

Heartslabyul

The friendship between you and the Heartslabyul wasn’t just Ace and Deuce, it ran deeper. They – Adeuce - started seeing you alone most of the times as Epel had to follow Vil’s strict schedule and had tons of things to be done too. The first thing that Adeuce thought to do? Invite the Grand-uh Prefect to the unbirthday party. They came all giggling while helping you and Grim out of the Ramshackle, talking about something they wanted to do with you – you were just happy to be around them.

When they brought you to the unbirthday, it was mostly quiet. Trey was the first one to interact with you – impressively. He was quite surprised to see you but made no remarks, only asked if you had any allergy or something of the sorts to make sure there was things you could easily eat.

Trey was such a sweetheart with you too, he was careful and made sure to link his arm with yours.

“It’s like this, not... Whatever you two were doing.” He said with a sweet smile – at least in your vision it was. Deuce seemed a bit nervous while Ace was looking around as if nothing happened.

“Now, if you let me, how about I show you some stuff beforehand?” He made sure to talk to you about the most important rules or, at least, the rules that were easy to break if you are in a unbirthday party.

Right after him, the one who you spoke with was Cater. However, you two didn’t talk that much. He was mostly focused on making sure everything was okay and trying to subvert any bad situation – while taking pics of course. #Grandyforlife.

The one and only who made things more... Strange for you were Riddle. You could see him staring you, every movement you made and every talk you had with others.

“Come now, you can for sure eat a bit more, can’t you?”

“Oh please, do not hold on the sweets!”

“Come on, big mouth!”

You were always helping the others, making them feel at ease to eat more. He was quiet, too quiet even when you indulged a bit too much on Adeuce eating a bit more. You were a sweet person, a literal parent that tries to make the other actually live and not survive...

Something he never had.

He could only look at you babying others. He didn’t let himself fall, not with you... Because he knew that if he let himself have a taste of what it’s like having a nice grandparent, then he would never be able to live again.

It was only in his Overblot that everything spilled out. You could see how much everyone there, not only Riddle, had suffered in silence. Had been betrayed by life or by other adults... You feel responsible to help them.

Riddle Rosehearts.

General.

You will know more about your relationship in a direct manner.

Nicknames for you: Grandparent or whatever preferred shorten version you want [Nanny, Danny, Granny, Grandy, Grandpa, Grandma] He doesn’t know how to properly give nicknames.

Riddle isn’t the kind to simply let elders do handwork, he sees it as unproper. Know that you will NEVER lift a finger when he is around – when he and Epel work together, you simply don’t even breath without help.

He is always worrying too much, sometimes you will need to make him know that you are not ‘fragile’.

He has a REALLY bad temper but you know how to calm him down, you two are working together on his temper.

He opens up to up for every single thing on his life. He always tries to not get too defensive when you speak about his family – he KNOW his parents were abusive, however, a part of him still clings to them.

He, and lots of others, fault a lot his mother – when you brought that his father also does have fault, he was quiet for a long while. ‘Enabling bad behavior is as bad as doing it, didn’t you say that?’ You would quote him and the world – suddenly – has another light.

He is your second adopted grandkid there... Well, at least that has a document to prove it.

Also, if you didn’t think he would go that far – he is currently trying to make you stay at heartslabyul. If you want that or not... It’s up to you. He will accept your take no matter what.

Lore.

You will know more about your relationship with the said character in a lore-like way. Knowing why they are so close to you, how did you change him.

At first, you two didn’t talk much. It wasn’t for any bad reason – not at all – Riddle was simply too ‘into his own world’, trying to keep the peace while uhm – escaping from Floyd. It’s not like he hates you on sight, he actually thinks you would be the best fit to take care of... Ace and Deuce’s acts. However, things changed... And it changes A LOT once he overblots.

It was like seeing for the first time. He just watched as you would indulge into letting the others eat freely, it made him sick. Not because he didn’t agree with that – but because he never had that. He never had anyone sneaking out food for him [well, just once but Trey got caught.]

The thing about Riddle is that he isn’t actually mean. He is just... Hurt. He still is dealing with emotions and the sudden ‘freedom’, he knows that he isn’t the best for others – too strict – but he, now, is trying to be less strict in some way. That’s when you came along. Riddle would actually enjoy your company, not only do you ease the tension of the past-overblot but you defend him;

Riddle is a bit of an old man in young shoes so it makes sense that you are so... Twinning in this one.

One thing about him, though. Is how he apologized to you, sending some letters and a tart only for you. He didn’t know either or not you wanted to see his face, he was a bit scared – so he never did ‘properly’ apologize [if you consider face-to-face apologies as the only proper way.]

Once, you decided to approach Riddle after a while. He was reading something on the library, he was quicky to greet you.

“Prefect... How greet seeing you...” The shocks of his overblot still hits him, not only did he try to fight... maybe kill students, he almost had hurt or killed you. That’s bad enough, he should NEVER had done that. “I hope that you had found my letters of apologies, right...? Deuce told me that you really liked the tart.”

“Yes, young one. I have. Though, it’s a bit disappointing to see that you won’t talk with his old fellow right here.” You would say as you sat next to him. “You shouldn’t feel responsible for everything.”

“...I- I had done so much wrong. It- It didn’t feel right talking to you like it never had happened.” He would say, avoiding to look directly at you.

“But you wouldn’t. My dear, do you think that I hold any grunges against you? Oh, no. I do understand the point, where you came from... Everything. You were hurt, in more times than just one, it’s not ‘unusual’ for someone like you to... Overblot.” Hearing your reassurers only made him feel even more... sad. “It’s not your fault, Riddle. And it’s not too late for you to change your ways... You mother doesn’t define you.”

It was only after this talk that he actually opens up and is more talkative with you. He didn’t know how much he needed to hear that – not from his friends, but from an elder person. It didn’t take too long before he started being closer to you.

Always making sure to safe some sweets for you and being overly kind, even. For a while, you thought it was just him trying to properly apologize in his own way... But again? It didn’t take too long to see what was actually happening.

It was easy to connect the dots: He was treating you as if you were his real grandparent. The overly sweet comments, always trying to make sure you are alright – never too cold, never too hot... He also seemed a bit pouty every time Epel came to steal you from the unbirthday parties.

So, what does one do?... Welp.

It was noon. He was drinking his 4 p.m tea when you suddenly appeared with a very proud and giggling Cater right behind you. He was astonished, looking everywhere on the room and trying to think what was happening... Maybe it was time to say goodbye? Did you already think he was a burden or-

“Riddle.” You called; in the softest tone you could muster. “I’m here for more than just talking, but please – Do not overthink. It’s nothing bad, alright?” As you got closer to him, letting a paper on his desk. “Well, it’s not a legal document as I have no identity on this world... But I thought it would be nice to have one of those.”

Papers of adoption. It was OBVIOUSLY made for funsies, it didn’t even have a proper signature of a legal place – it was just Cater’s... AND CROWLEY??? Well. Even with the legal implications, Riddle couldn’t help but just stare at it. He felt... Seen. No, not just that... Loved.

He had never been seen as a child, never was saw as someone other than a trophy and – for someone – to CHOOSE him as a child, made something inside him broke. He got his pen, managed to sign in too much proper and just smiled. “I- I’m... Thankful I-” He stumbled over his words, not even being able to keep eye contact.

What you did next? Oh, what every grandparent does with their grandkids. A hug. You hugged him so close, making sure not to ruin his perfect attire – however your effort was lost as he simply nuzzled himself in, as if it was a Koala hugging a tree. This hug was... Something. He was almost squeezing you but you didn’t care, you could see how much he needed that. And you were happy. “My grandson, you shouldn’t worry about anything now.”

Yes, he is your second - ‘legal’ - adopted Grandson. Congratulations!! The rest of the heartslabyul were so happy! You already brought so much light to his world; it was only understandable that you would make him even less strict – at least for one week... or one day, his happiness would make him ignore some stuff, right?

No.

BUT fortunately for the students, you were around more often, so... At least they will get headpats?

Out of everyone on Heartslabyul, Riddle is the one who most sticks out for me in this hc. Not only he - of course - NEEDS an adult to be around for him. I feel like he would need it even more. Everyone knows the problems that he has: Stress, Anger issues, PARENTS [not only his Mother!! His father IS an enabler, which can be considered equal bad :(], strictness, insecurities and friendship. I think that him and Cater are the ones who will mostly beneficiante of having YOU.

Trey Clover.

General

You will know more about your relationship in a direct manner.

Nicknames for you: Grandparent or whatever preferred shorten version you want [Nanny, Danny, Granny, Grandy, Grandpa, Grandma]

Trey likes letting you bake and/or cook something from time to time, he often asks about recipes while trading his own with yours. He often loves to compare – in a playful way – about the pastries. He never gets offended and will stop if you feel offended by it in any way.

Most importantly, Trey doesn’t ‘baby’ you. Different from Riddle, he knows that you will need assistance here and there but it wouldn’t be every day and... Every single act that you do. He is mostly the one who makes sure that Riddle knows that – most of the time – you won’t need help and that when you do, you will tell.

Trey is also one with the difficulty of opening up to orders. He is too mature, however, has a bigger problem that many close their eyes to: He bottles up everything. Every fear, every little thing that puts him in discomfort, he doesn’t speak up.

Trey is your first successfully adopted grandkid. Yes, I am not lying, he is simply such a sweetheart that it didn’t take too long for your grandparent instincts to come.

He says he doesn't mind you staying at Ramshackle. [He is plotting to make Crowley not being able to refuse to transfer you to Heartslabyul.]

Lore.

You will know more about your relationship with the said character in a lore-like way. Knowing why they are so close to you, how did you change him.

Trey was the one who always did help the two troublemakers to bake some goods for you. He knew since the beginning that you were around and he deeply did care, after all, he was teached to not only respect the elders but to help as much as he can. This made him being the second third years that interacted with you. [Other than Cater, of course.]

Comparing him to others, you didn’t think he needed much help – he had all figured it all, didn’t he? Every plan, every moment, anything that was happening around him was thought through. It was only after a fight that you saw the problem lingering in.

He was too... Parentified. He was sweet, yes, but his ‘perfect’ actions now take a different turn in your eyes. His fears turned more ‘noticeable’ to you... So, you stood there.

One thing about him is that he would never ask for emotional help – he knows he has problems like everyone else, but that is it. For him, there’s no reason as to why people would care about those ‘little problems’.

After all, Riddle has it bad. Ace and Deuce need your attention so they don’t do stupid things and, well, Cater is Cater [That man is a question mark] but he knows “they needed it better than him”... Right?

He couldn’t breathe. It was there, lingering on his skin, brain, eyes, on everywhere... He could feel it. The same feeling as that exact day. That gutfeeling, that disgusting turning feeling on his stomach – the feeling of being screamed at, the feeling of being in the wrong... When he just wanted to help.

He just wanted to help.

Somehow, it wasn’t what Riddle wanted. His explosion was ‘justified’ but him screaming at Trey like that? It wasn’t... But he said nothing and just took in to avoid conflict. Always.

Avoiding it even if it hurted him more.

Avoiding it and trying to forget the words.

Avoiding it and trying to just pass through one more day.

And you found him in the kitchen. Not the usual well-kept Trey, no, this was a way more... Quieter, he wasn’t cooking, just seemed... Sad. He wasn’t crying, but it was clear that it didn’t mean anything. Him, not crying just shows how things are more... Different with him. Should be played with way more care and cautious, I would say.

And that’s what you do. You came in, softly tapping the door.

“Are you busy, Trey?” You asked, not missing how he simply shakes his head. He already knew you were there. “Oh... Dear, what happened? You seem so down...”

It took a while, Trey seemed to be fighting his own internal monsters. He looked to his hands and then just sighed. “I guess the pressure got to me. It’s nothing to care much, I promise, Prefect. I’ll be okay in no time.”

“Well... Life is like that, right? However... As your friend, dearest, I can’t ignore your lone suffering. To me, it’s something to care for.” You said, reassuring him and softly tapping his shoulder. “Look... I know how things can be difficult, especially when you are in the spotlight. You got it all figured it out, don’t you? How to calm yourself, how to deal with your emotions... But is it all healthy when you don’t tell others how exactly do you feel?”

“I already do it, prefect... It’s-” He sighed “It’s just I wanted to avoid it. Sometimes the fight gets worse and I couldn’t do it, not there or with Riddle... Look, I understand your worry. But, truthfully, you don’t need to worry that much about me... I can do it, I just need to breath and stay calm.”

“If you keep everything that makes you like this under the covers, do you think they would change? I know people are different... That’s why, Riddle would listen. He may be... Well, a strict one, but he is your friend.” You smiled “Go talk to him afterwards... Or when you are ready for it, but please do talk. Those things are important to be said... Even if they cause more conflict.”

He knew you had some points. But he hated it – he still had some ptsd from that day and it was difficult keeping it under the facade. He decided to, after a while, really talk to Riddle. It helped. But he knows it wouldn’t help that time... But that’s ‘life’ isn’t it?

He stayed closer to you after that day, not only because he – of course – knows how to care for you a bit better. He is simply trying to avoid anything bad happening in your way.

You noticed what he was doing more times than he could say. So, you did what every grandparent would do.

“Grandson, can you pass the salt?” He almost spilled his tea all over himself while looking at you with those wide eyes. And then, not even a second later, his eyes softened and he just passed it. “Thank you so much. Oh, dear, I love this little-”

He heard your rants about your country’s foods. He made a small note to try to search for it in his own and make it for you, to ask you your favs and try to make it so it remembers you of your home.

He – just like you – just accepted this new role. As grandparent-grandchild. He didn’t mind it, truly, even though he already has his family, his heart is big enough to fit an entire country.

You two, of course, also noticed a very jealous looking Ace, a supportive Deuce and a very confused yet amused Cater. However, you do hear Ace saying something like ‘It should’ve been me...’

He is your first [not documented] grandson. Not only that, he simply matches you. He sneaks out some goodies for you, keep mental checks of your health and makes sure you are always well. He simply fits on the role that much.

He is simply the perfect grandson, isn’t him?

Every time that it’s almost night and you see him always sending you a message, you think that. Every time that it’s morning and he sends you a message, you think that. Every time that it’s close to the hour that you need to take any medicine and he sends you a message, you think that.

Trey simply does his best, even when not present. He is always there, reminding you to take care of yourself, to let yourself heal and be loved.

Trey is a someone that many doesn't gaze, of course there are some that look up or even like him in a deeper level... However, do they understand what he passes through? Just like others, most of his inner turmoil is left aside to deal with 'bigger problems' in his mind. Of course, he still is very upfront about his feelings - he is direct. That's why it's so easy to think about scenarios with him. He is always ready, always prepared, always taking care of everything... That must be exausting. You are his reminder that he is also valid.

Cater Diamonds.

General.

You will know more about your relationship in a direct manner.

Nicknames for you: Grandparent, 'Gray' or whatever preferred shorten version you want [Nanny, Danny, Granny, Grandy, Grandpa, Grandma]

Unfortunately, you weren't that close with him. He was a sweet person, wasn't him? Always there but never going too much on you. He always seemed a bit forced, but you thought that it was just part of the 'Influencer gig'.

He was always… There. Looking, lurking, you almost thought that you did something wrong, his eyes lingered too much on others and then on you. You failed to realize that he was actually longing for something, longing to be loved by you like the others did too.

Because of the long – and hurtful – distance, he always took the first steps between you two. However, as time went on, it became easier for you to understand him, to see the real him – even if, sometimes, he didn’t want anyone to notice the real him.

Lore.

You will know more about your relationship with the said character in a lore-like way. Knowing why they are so close to you, how did you change him.

Cater has troubles... Some big ones coming in. First of all, he can’t see a way to really bound with you over socials so he just tries to minimize his use of slangs to avoid explaining around you.

He was surprised that you weren’t offput by his use of slangs or his love for social medias. He thought you would be a bit more like Trein than Lilia in that aspect, but you weren’t that upset or seemed to judge him that much.

Going straight to the point. He saw how you dealt with everyone. How you always were there, taking care, making sure everyone is alright – even the first years, gods, even the staff. He couldn’t help but feel a bit left out... But, that’s alright! Cay-Cay is good and feelin’ alright!

He wishes he was.

Putting a mask is something many can do, easily or not. He saw Vil doing, Crowley – in every parent meeting – does it and, gods, every influencer does it... Why is it different when it’s him?! Why do you suddenly want to know about him?!

Why now?

Why now?!

He wishes he hadn’t let the mask slip. It was just a fast comment, just a passing by thought but you caught it.

“Are they really my friends?”

He didn’t even though he said it out loud, you seemed to know what he thought or said though... So, did he? Why did JUST you notice it? Is he that forgettable to others too?

He couldn’t let you inside the walls he created, couldn’t let you BE the one to hold his hand and say that everything is okay. He couldn’t. He couldn’t be a burden to someone, he couldn’t make someone’s life as miserable as his own...

But you were there. After following him, were just rubbing his back as you watched him crying. He was trying to understand what you were saying, but his head was turning. He knew you were trying to help him, that you were there for him... But your words didn’t reach his ears. He liked the sound of your voice, though, he just let your voice guide his thoughts and let himself drive off.

It was only when he woke up and you were bringing him some food that he managed to let out a breath. “I’m sorry- I'm so so sorry, I- Did I make you sleep here? I’m-”

“Cater... Please. You don’t need to apologize, never... You did nothing wrong, trust me... Oh, dear, to have you thinking that you need to apologize over something like this...” You regretted not noticing the obvious signs now. “I am the one who should apologize, I didn’t notice it... I’m sorry.”

There was a silence while he ate.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You offered, looking at him. “Because, I’m not going until we talk...”

You stayed with him until he needed to go to classes. It was such a heartfelt conversation... He couldn’t help but take your words. He always saw himself as ‘a fleeting’, never as someone that would make a good remark on people.

He, in every sense, hated the idea of being there. Exposed and vulnerable, he hated the fact that you knew him more now... But he loved it too. He needed it, someone that not only understood him but supported him more than just ‘Oh, you like that social media thingy, right?’

He wanted to be loved, more than just a passing romance, more than just a friendship that would last only a year... He needed something durable, something that wouldn’t be left behind.

Your teaching, your words, not ANY of those would be.

So, he did what was right.

He just let the papers on your desk while you were reading something. You immediately stopped reading, let the bookmark on the page and took the papers. “Now, now... What is...” You weren’t believing what you just saw... Did he really print an adoption paper? “Oh...”

“...I do hope I’m not too forward with that idea- I mean, I don’t even know if I’m fit to be adopted like that- I'm sorry-”

You cutted him short with a big hug and so many pampering pets and words. “Oh, dear! I’ve been thinking about this for months! It makes my heart so warm that you reached out first... Oh, I’ll sign this right again, grandson! I’ll make sure that everyone knows... Let’s take a picture for that magicam!”

He is your first legal grandson! He started printing more adoption papers to give to others, some refused and others were eager to sign. It was so fun, he felt even closer to you, being the one to help you find the others and everything.

Being Cay-Cay was fun but being ‘Grandson’ was way cooler.

Cater, out of everyone here, is the most difficult to tell. He doesn't do friendships that he thinks would last forever, he knows they wouldn't. He would have to move out, lose contact and if they ever meet again it wouldn't be the same. He is a person who experienced that cycle over and over. I personally don't think he would be very entusiastic about an elder Yuu at first. He probably only truly started to care after some weeks? Or he always did care, but more into the 'Oh, wait an old person' and less into 'let's help him bcuz we fwens!'

Deuce Spade and Ace Trapolla.

General.

You will know more about your relationship in a direct manner.

Nicknames for you: Grandparent, Cool granps or whatever preferred shorten version you want [Nanny, Danny, Granny, Grandy, Grandpa, Grandma]

The duo was ALWAYS making messes... And you were the one to actually try to keep them down. You slowly became responsible for them, being the one people would often call to talk about whatever had happened with them, you slowly became more than just ‘their friend’.

People would often tell you about the things they did, if they were too distracted in class or whatever more. Most of the times, even Riddle would call you to try to get someone to talk senses into the boys.

However, they did change a bit. Less reckless, less immature, they actually started to help you more – Deuce already did that however with Ace’s help it was easier. Ace was actually more into helping you as time went on.

If Ace was already everywhere even before settling into the ‘Grandson’ role, he simply seemed to have a ‘6 sense’, always showing up when you needed him.

As for Deuce, it was way more about trying to help you like he wished he had helped his mother. However, he sometimes needs to balance his own life up and ends up needing your help- But, he always makes up to you.

Deuce was always the most responsible one out of them two, but, when paired with Ace – his working braincell seemed to take a break. Even then, he is a sweet one, always helping, always trying his best. Even if he ends up messing up a bit, you know that his heart is truth. As for Ace, he was always an enigmatic one. Not because of any ‘unknown’ reason, it’s simply because he seemed to always forget that you are old. Like, he would pass through some comments like: ”You run like you are old- oh wait” or something of the sorts. He started to slowly notice what you could do and what you couldn’t, he is still a messy one, but he always tries to not make anything to actually get you angry... Or too angry with him.

Lore.

You will know more about your relationship with the said characters in a lore-like way. Knowing why they are so close to you, how did you change them.

We both know they never let you out of sight for so long… Well, or out of your ears. You would constantly hear people complaining to you about something they had done, as if you were their actual grandparent.

Also, let me get this through: Ace was a bit of an asshole at first but Deuce was always sweet. You could hear them always arguing about something Deuce had done or Ace had done. As time went on and not only their friendship but your friendship with them had developed. Things changed A LOT.

Now, Epel needs to actually throw hands to be able to be the one sleeping on your room. Actually, all the First Years now have troubles trying to keep up. Because, in the end, doesn’t matter your age or whatever, you will always be their best friend.

Because of that, play a bit into your favorites and see their eyes shining. [But never let them know that EVERYONE is your favorite, let them have a bit of pride.]

“I TOLD YA, I’M THEIR FAVORITE!” Deuce was almost going in Delinquent mode as he grabbed Ace by the collar. “THE NIGHTGOWN YOU WEAR? GUESS WHO WASHED IT?!”

“Aw naw dude, did you seriously wash those things? Ew...”

“What- What do you mean ‘ew’?!” Deuce let Ace go “...Do you not wash those things? Ace, what the-”

“Naw, I do. I was just messin’. I don’t need to say anythin’, I know I’m their favorite. After all, they always send heart emojis when talking to me... Oh, and good morning gifs.” He said proudly.

“They send ME good evening gifs.”

“WELL, they sent me a message ONE minute ago!”

“They sent me one too!”

The message read: “If you two don’t stop arguing, I’ll not give a piece of my pie.”

To be honest, you don’t need to change or do much to actually see the difference your presence brings to them. They feel more motivated; they are actually really cute and sweet every time you are around. Even in the basket games, Ace would always smile directly at you. While Deuce would always talk with Jack to do less heavy and longs runs whenever you are because he knows you like to participate with them.

With everything said and done, Ace and Deuce were not happy that they weren’t the first ones you adopted. I would say they were offended.

It was close to 8 pm when you heard a soft knock on your together with some strange sounds. When you opened the door, there both of them stand. They were looking at you as if you had jumpscared them.

“Well, well, well... Look who is there! Goin’ to sleep and wouldn’t even tell us about the whole thing...” said Ace, crossing his arms – imitating how you used to stand every time you were scolding him.

“Sorry for coming in such late hour” While Deuce apologized, Ace rolled his eyes. “But- We know that you like... Adopted Cater and Riddle.”

“Oh... It’s not an actual adoption, it’s just a print paper... Haha... Did you guys got jealous?” You asked, not missing how Deuce just looked to the ground and Ace just shrugged.

“And what if?”

“Then, I guess you two should come in and sign the papers. I was going to make you all sign them after meeting Riddle, but I couldn’t find you.”

You couldn't miss how their eyes shined and the fact that Ace had to turn his head around for a bit. You let them sign the pap

They never felt so dumb but you know, it was worth it. They started coming more and more around. You could see how incredible happy they would always get every time you talked to them. Their smiles were enough to make you feel like coming to this world was worth it.

They were always telling the others First years how they are your first grandsons or something like that.

You can only smile while seeing how they are absolutely loving their grandson role.

Let's be honest, it doesn't matter who you are - the first years would always stick to you and absolutely be your friends. They would ALWAYS be there, helping and making sure you are okay... They are simply the cutest things, aren't them? Out of everyone, they are - absolutely - the ones you would miss the most.

Tags.

@minkyungseokie , @frootloopscos , @ravenswife , @evilscientistwithbadintentions , @hogwarts9.

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digonthis · 4 months ago

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Catered Audience- Pt. 4

Spencer Agnew x f!Reader

1.8k words

( ᴅᴍ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴀɢ :] )

slow burn-ish, fluff, mutual pining, all that shit

part 1 part 2 part 3

tags (ily): @midnightdragonzero @stand-tall-pineapple @anarchisticedtea

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Spencer loved the Smosh holiday parties… for the first hour.

After that it tends to become more exhausting than anything else. Everyone was either drunk, babysitting the drunks, or starting the next big office rumour thanks to stupid drunken actions taken out of context.

That’s exactly why, upon arrival, he snuck away to one of the smaller rooms in the venue, one with a tv that him and Alex had discovered the year prior, and ended up watching a movie after the boredom of the late-night party set in. This time, he was a little more prepared with clone hero on his laptop and the guitar controller he’d swiped from the office for the occasion. Once satisfied that the setup would bring a smile to Alex’s face a few hours from now, Spencer adjusted the collar of the ugly christmas sweater he’d been coerced into wearing and made his way into the party.

Music, lights, food, crowds of people, and a million selfies he was encouraged to join in on overwhelmed him immediately. Being on everyone’s instagram stories was a given for this kind of event, so he threw on his best photo smile and an awkward thumbs up. He soon found Alex, whose sweater was even uglier than his own. Through the regular slew of joking insults that they greeted each other with, Spencer swore he could see an irregularly cheerful smile always on Alex’s face, as if he had something planned that he couldn’t keep to himself for long.

Spencer let that be for now, turning his attention to Ian’s little opening speech. It was more of a stand-up routine really, poking fun at everyone while simultaneously acknowledging all the hard work and progress they’d accomplished this year. It ended with a toast, almost everyone had a glass of something bubbly in hand, and a ravenous applause. Alex nudged him gently, but Spencer paid it no mind. It was only after three or four nudges that he actually turned his attention to his friend, following his gaze again until it landed on a group of the girls standing a few metres away, toasting their own glasses. Angela, Arasha, Courtney, and… someone else. Facing away, he couldn’t make out who it was. Alex just kept looking at him with that stupid smile as gears refused to turn in his brain.

“Hey man, is that uh… the…”

“Yup.”

“Oh. Huh.”

That was all Spencer could manage, his brain short-circuiting as he realized that it was definitely her. Even from the back, he recognized her hair, and his ears picked up that familiar laugh, watching her shoulders shake at a stupid joke someone had made.

He quickly realized confirmation of identity would come very soon as she started to turn around, eyes flickering around the room. She seemed to be looking for something for just a moment before returning to the conversation. “Go talk to her.”

Spencer 's gaze snapped to Alex, appalled by his request. “I’m not gonna just- she’s a stranger!” “She knows you from the videos, i’m sure. She made you a cupcake.” Alex replied coolly, before draining his glass. Spencer stood and thought for a moment, trying to think of how he could start a normal conversation. Alex must’ve sensed his apprehension, grabbing another glass for each of them. “You’re the least awkward guy ever, you know. Just be normal. Chill.”

“Nah, I don’t want to freak her out. Especially after all the stuff in videos lately. I’m not worried about it, really. Let her enjoy the party…”

This was obviously a bit of an excuse, but Alex decided to let it slide. He saw the way Spencer was holding onto the drink he’d given him, eyes flickering to where she’d stood every few seconds. Thankfully, work parties at Smosh were always jam-packed with things to do, so it wasn’t long before some game or speech or tik tok filming would take his mind off of the unexpected party guest.

As expected, a few hours passed and Spencer had exhausted any energy he had to think about the girl. There were a few times they’d locked eyes, but neither had bothered to talk to the other. He usually kept an eye on where she was, just for his own peace of mind. For the last fifteen minutes, there was no sign of her, so he assumed she’d gone home. A twinge of regret hit him, just a little, for not just doing what Alex said and talking to her, but the guilt didn’t last too long as he remembered his setup from earlier.

Slipping away from the group he was standing in, long since tuned out of the conversation, Spencer made his way to the room he’d left the guitar hero in. Hearing soft music coming from the room, he silently cursed Alex for starting without him before shoving the door open in a playful huff, ready with a quip about patience before immediately choking on his words.

There she was. The girl who hadn’t left his mind for weeks, surrounded by empty cups of booze, high heels abandoned, dialled in and absolutely shredding Alice in Chains.

She was mumbling the words along too, and from the looks of the notes flying on the screen it was quite the tough difficulty setting. She kept up, eyes never leaving the screen as obviously experienced fingers hit the fret buttons and strummed away. She had the telltale blush of a drunk across her cheeks and nose, even spreading a little to her ears, and her eyelids drooped a bit every now and again before snapping back to high alert. To Spencer’s delight, the door wasn’t loud enough or in a position where she’d seen him walk into the room, so he took a moment to appreciate the sight.

The song ended before he’d figured out what to do or say, so he simply walked over and sat next to her, clapping along with the applause coming from the game. Her eyes widened as they finally met his, the grip she had on the plastic guitar tightening before she quickly pulled it off, offering it up. “I didn’t mean to mess with your stuff, I just haven’t played since I was in college and wanted to see-”

“Good song choice, do another.” He stated plainly with a gentle smile. She was obviously a little startled, but nodded before slowly putting the guitar back on. “I still want a turn after, though. Just need a minute to decide what to play...” Spencer added, adjusting his sitting position on the floor, intent to watch the girl and the screen at the same time.

She took a few minutes to scroll through songs, humming along to a few previews before settling on Nine Inch Nails. “I could never do the solo at the end as a kid, it always killed my hands…” She muttered, setting the difficulty to hard and settling her fingers on the keys as the beat started up.

She played the majority of the song with ease, but just as she said, the solo came around and she fumbled it immediately. Teeth dug into her bottom lip as the screen flashed red and the song abruptly ended, making her giggle nervously. Spencer, who hadn’t realized how invested he’d become until that moment, unclenched his fists and leaned back with a soft smile. “That shit was tough, I can’t blame you…” He mumbled, shifting a little. She began to pull the guitar strap off again, but he placed his hand on her’s for a split second before pulling away. “At least try one more time, you were close!”

It took a little convincing, but the drunken, glazed over look in her eyes turned to determination at his insistence and she booted the song back up again. He was now sitting ever so closer, His hip almost bumping hers as she dialled in on the song. Note after note, Spencer was painfully aware of the approaching solo, the alcohol in both their systems making the feat far more important than what it actually was.

Before he knew what he was even really doing, he had slid over to sit behind her. The pads of his fingers pressed to the tops of hers as he tried to find the frets, the notes started rolling in. He felt the way she tensed against his chest for a moment before leaning into him, now only focused on strumming as tipsy giggles fell from her lips. The song filled the silence of the room as Spencer handled the solo almost mechanically, gently pinning her fingers to the buttons, puppeting her through the tough stuff without problem.

He quickly released his hand as she whispered a quiet thank you, feeling her hands regain control, hard part was done. A quick nod of acknowledgement was meant to be his cue to slip away, even if it was barely in her peripheral, but he hesitated on moving out of her personal space as he noticed the gentle pressure on his chest hadn’t gone away. She was still leaning on him. He sucked in a generous breath, hoping his heartbeat wasn’t going any crazier than it already had been, and settled in to watch her play the rest of the song. He held his breath a little at her shaky ending, but let it out slowly with a smile on his face as she seemed to brighten up at finally finishing the track, giggling fit returning as she let her head fall back on his shoulder so their eyes could finally meet. “You’re pretty good at that, you know.”

Spencer could only smile and nod at first, looking away after a moment of taking in how pretty her eyes were up close. “I work on the games channel here, it’s kinda my job to be pretty good at that stuff.”

That only makes her laugh again, adjusting the guitar again and holding it up against her body. “Your turn now, only fair. Pick a song.”

His arms wrap around her carefully, taking hold of the controller and beginning to scroll through songs. He could only pray that it would be a little longer before Alex showed up to play with them, fully unaware that Alex had been the one to tip the girl off to the hidden game room in the first place. Nobody would be bothering them, that was for certain. As Spencer began the next song and the girl settled against his chest, the sting of biting his lip in concentration was the only way he could stay convinced this was anything other than a dream.

Her little hums and sighs as she watched the screen, the smell of her hair, the way he felt her tense and focus for difficult riffs and hum along to the lyrics she could recall… maybe he was dreaming, after all.

#spencer agnew #smosh games #spencer smosh #smosh #smoshblr #fanfic #fanfiction #proofreading is for the weak #smosh fanfic #smosh fanfiction #guys im like so happy people like this #sorry for slow updates #engineering student with no free time shackles me

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hurtspideyparker · 4 months ago

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An Unexpected Irondad Christmas 🎄

Peter was having a very boring Christmas.

May was working a 12 hour shift, all his friends were busy with their families, and the streets were too quiet to patrol.

It seems even criminals have a conscious.

While the presents under the tree were strictly off limits, May did let him open his stocking on his own. Therefore his special Christmas breakfast included a hot chocolate bomb and microwavable bacon, his lunch a festive green and red gummy bear salad, and dinner... he was honestly a bit sick of sweets, so box mac and cheese it was.

Peter is browsing channels for a good Christmas special while the water boils when a knock booms through the apartment.

Peter frowns, remote hanging limply in his hand while he tries to recall if he's expecting someone. Sometimes Ms. Hacket from down the hall gets lonely and comes for tea.

The knock sounds again, more impatiently, and Peter sets the remote down to answer the door.

He opens it a crack and then freezes.

"Mr. Stark?"

He's in a nice coat, long and black with a collar and three buttons. His hair is fluffed up with specks of white, and his dark sunglasses have droplets of water from the melted snow.

"Hey kid. Merry Christmas. Or Hanukkah. Or... whatever. Happy holidays."

Peter opens the door more fully now. He can see that Mr. Stark is holding something, several plastic bags stuffed heavily.

"Merry Christmas to you too. Um, I didn't get you a gift or anything, was I supposed to?"

Tony looks down at the bags in his hands like he forgot they existed.

"Oh. No, definitely not. This is a funny story actually. Y'know, I have this big Christmas dinner at the tower every year, beautifully catered food, all my friends around a big table, Pepper makes this delicious coffee cake for dessert. We drink, stuff our faces, the more drunk of us sing stupid holiday songs. It was really nice actually, considering most of us don't have families to do that stuff with."

He looks wistful, eyes not in the present.

"That... sounds really nice Mr. Stark," Peter says when Tony spends too much time lost in thought.

"Yeah. Well, the band broke up this year, all my friends are gone, or hate me, or both. Pepper's in Florida with her parents, who also hate me, especially because of all the on-again-off-again stuff, so I definitely wasn't welcome there. Rhodey can't travel with his injuries. And I—" he breaks off into a laugh, hysterical and whining, "forgot to cancel the catering order!"

Peter stares at him with wide eyes. The man only falls further into laughter, but the glisten in his eyes is anything but joyful.

Eventually he calms, straightening up and showing off the bags in his hands, "I have so much food, really nice, expensive, well done food for a big family of super humans and spies, and I'm completely alone! I even offered Happy a Christmas bonus to stay and eat turkey but apparently he actually has family—"

"You bribed Happy?"

"Christmas. Bonus."

He holds out the bags to Peter, "anyways. You're a growing boy, your aunt seems hardworking. You guys deserve nice food so. Here. You take it."

Peter's hands hesitate to reach out but Tony simply dumps the bags into his twitching palms anyways, the boy nearly dropping them from the unexpected handoff.

"It's untouched. There's turkey, ham, ribs, three types of potatoes, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, extra gravy for Nata—uh, feta bites, balsamic glazed carrots, peas, corn, stuffing, fresh baked rolls... you get the idea. Just didn't want the food to go to waste and I know your aunt can't cook to save her life so. Actually, where is she? Should probably be an adult and say hello."

Peter stares in amazement and intimidation at the bags in his hands. He can now see they're full of food containers, dozens of them.

"She's not home. Holiday pay is pretty good so she's at work."

Tony takes his sunglasses off, blinking at the kid.

"Oh. So you're alone? That's depressing."

Peter has to bite his tongue so he doesn't point out the older man's much lonelier, much more depressing predicament.

"Yep. I don't mind that much, I'll see her later tonight and open presents. I've just been watching movies. And thank you so much for all this food Mr. Stark, you didn't have to think of me."

"It's no problem, really."

They both stand there for a moment. Tony looks around as if the chips in the door frame are paintings at Le Louvre, and Peter stares at the man with his awkward posture and red marked hands from carrying all the heavy food.

"Did—did you want to come in?"

"I suppose I could spare a few minutes," Tony answers without delay, shoving past Peter into his home.

Continue reading on AO3 ☃️

#irondad and spiderson #irondad #peter parker #tony stark #mcu #marvel #marvel mcu #christmas #ao3 link #marvel fanfiction #may parker #ao3 fanfic

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gogolstoelicker · 4 days ago

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Hii saw ur shenhe! reader fic and really liked how its written is it ok to do a igninihyde + diasomnia with raiden ei like reader? 🥹

Ignihyde + Diasomnia with Raiden Ei!MC

a/n: random but i dont have any motivation to play genshin until i saw albedo came back😍🙏 also i lowk forgot how i used to write these

Due to your dedication to eternity, you're wary to the idea of a change. However, you show curiosity rather than disdain when it comes to new things.

Having lost many of your of your loved ones over the centuries, you're driven by a fear of further lost. Even when you locked yourself in Plane of Euthymia, you could not truly escape loneliness.

Idia:

who told this clown to overblot w all those high tech stuff💀⁉️ cause one zap of lightning n hes out like a light

"game... set..." "🌩⛈️⚡️⛈️🌩"

u didnt even let him finish n the entire thing blue screens😔

honestly he cant even get mad at u. its fair, who even waits for their enemies to finish talking before they strike anyway??

thats how he ended up w bandages but thankfully they have all the latest technologies to cure him fast

he found it kinda funny how little you know about technologies

u self isolated?? yeah he could tell😂

but since he gave u a tv, he cant let it go to waste just bcs u dont kno how technologies worked

so, unfortunately, he needs to explain everything to u one by one

the only problem is that he underestimated how much a boomer u r

his explanations is fine, u can catch a few things

but when he starts using one of his lil slangs.... hooboy

"ROFL cant believe someone so op is THIS clueless abt basic stuffs" "ruholf???????? ou pee???? what???" "oh geez..."

visuals of ortho, u and idia in that living room

unsurprisingly, he understands how u feel at the loss of ur twin sibling. i mean, he did lose his younger brother

he sympathise w u a lot on that part id say🤔cause like u self isolate after ur sibling's passing?? he pretty much isolate himself after his brother's passing too

so like dont worry bro🙏🙏he might not comfort u (he cant even make eye contact w u without breaking a sweat) but he'll tell u some of his coping mechanisms

Ortho:

hides his snacks from u cause ur ass gobbles down any sweets😔he doesnt want to go buy smth from the vending machines cause u took everything of his

ur supplier

by that, i meant he supplies sweets n desserts for u

it started as him saying sorry for all the bs that happened but then it turns into a lil habit

also hes ur translator if someone like idia or cater starts using one of their youngsters slangs

he gave u the full definition completed w examples whenever u asked🙏one of these days u might even start using the slangs!!

omg meemaw tryna be hip😢dont hurt em now!!

"whats cooking ortho? i hope youre not having a skibidi day😊" "oh geez😨" man they rlly r brothers😔

he tries to fight off the cringe whenever u start trying out the slangs but never tried to stop u

go uh... you!!😔dont mind the fact that hes cancelling noises rn....

idk if he needs to charge but in case he does, youre there🙏youre his emergency, portable charger

Malleus:

kind of like a powerbank

honestly hes very sympathetic abt ur loses n why youve pulled away from society + afraid of changes bcs of it

hes one of the dudes actively encouraging you

he invites u to hangouts (w idia) so u could explore the world n see what youve been missing out on

dont worry abt money bro hes here🙏if u want to try that new looking sweet out, just go take it, he'll help u pay for it!!

Lilia:

he was out on his usual late night walks, u were there on ur usual late night meditation

after that it turns into an everyday thingy

time is kinda weird for the both of u since ur both immortal n have lived for a very long time, so malleus sleeps late bcs of it while u dont need to sleep tbh

sometimes u would join him on his walks, sometimes he would join u to meditate

it turns from that to u joining his club meetings from time to time

u guys would wonder around campus to find gargoyles n he would explain them to u while u much on some dango n nodding ur head

u picked up very quickly on the differences between a gargoyle n a grotesque, much to his delight

since u could forge weapons n have tried ur hands in creating things, youre more than happy to join him in his little activity of making a gargoyle

u gave one of that to him for his birthday btw

u swear, the sun was shining much more brightly for the next week after

honestly, he wasnt aware u didnt kno how to cook

so when he saw lilia n u in the kitchen, he thought nothing of it

"maybe mc is trying to stop lilia🤔" oh how wrong he was

victim #1 of eating that thing u called food

after that, he tried to ban the two of u from using the kitchen

n honestly, since the both of u r quite isolated, its like a learning process for the two of u abt the outside world

since its a learning process for the two of u, u guys decided to always invite each other out on little outings to just basically enjoy the changes and familiarise urselves w the world

its the both of ur lil adventure!!😈😈lilia sneaked photos of the two of u btw (he showed it once u guys r back)

also who says u cant strike down a dragon during his overblot?? youve striked down a giant snake before and split islands, this is nothing to u⚡️🤛💪

he dragged u to the kitchen one time cause he thought it would be funny

he excused it as smth smth to help u get used to changes smth smth

"but i dont know how to cook..😥" "fear not!! i shall be your coach!"

cue the both of u burning the kitchen down (and almost the entire school) with ur lil chef hats

it was then presented later to the three usual victims, who r all fighting back tears (grim ran away before yall could make him try💀)

if lilias cooking was bad, then coupled w urs, its horrendous. the worst of the worst. they can even see smth twitching in the food😥n is that a smoke coming out of it in the shape of a skull????😨

the both of u looked kinda proud so no one was able to say anything (sacrifices were made) (n its in the form of the diasomnia's toilet)

u r both old old, so u got along pretty well despite the personality differences

any of the three sat w u guys n here goes peepaws w their "back in my days..." stories

in a way, u guys could understand each other a lot

he lost his friends, u lost ur friends. he witnessed the horrors of war, u witnessed the horrors of war

so like, u guys could understand n comfort each other better than anyone else🤔

he understands its hard to accept the loss you've faced, n he fully encourages u to get out of ur shell more now that youre trying to face n accept changes

he would even pull u to the light music club so u could try little things n maybe expand ur interests

speaking of, he tried to make u some dango after u mentioned in passing how much u liked it

Silver:

do NOT consume it or u might actually have to replace ur teeth💀🙏 his food comes w special effects

u?? barely noticed him

he would be asleep in random places n u would just step aside n continue walking to ur destination without a second thought

if he looked injured u wouldve stopped but he looked so peaceful so u just 🤷‍♀️ n walked off

sometimes when u wanted to have some alone time, he would be there in the forest or batony garden or whatever

honestly hes very peaceful to be around so u dont rlly mind his presence much

n honestly u enjoyed the animals that would surround him

u would absentmindedly pet them as u much away

whenever he saw lilia drag u into the kitchen again, alarms starts blaring in his head

like "is that... FATHER N MC?? IN THE KITCHEN??🚨🚨🚨"

hes convincer #1 in trying to get u guys to GET OUT n leave those kitchen equipments alone

"guys we're all not hungry do not worry. pls put the pans down. put the chicken down too. no NO"

he doesnt even know how lilia roped u into this

cause u used to be like "i cant cook😢" and now youre all like "maybe i can cook🤔(no)"

he very much invited u to join him n sebek to train together

youre strong as hell n he would like to improve himself in any way he can to be a better knight

he very much understands why u turned the way u r after ur loses and tries to give u words of encouragement

kinda uses the training together as an excuse to have u go out more n interact w people

Sebek:

youre thunder, hes thunder HELP.

his unique magic wont work w u around. literally one word n his magic is gone since you quite literally control every single thunder there is

his face when u striked malleus down😔

like he wants to stop u cause hey!! thats his lord but at the same time like hm🤔malleus does need help atm

hes VERY conflicted abt it n it is why hes just making faces n letting u do whatever

honestly youre pretty much his 2nd mentor by now😭

like youre so strong, u can control lightning at will n u defended ur nation before?? yeah youre helping him w training

he tries to spar w u from time to time so he can see the areas he needs improvements in

also victim #3 as ur n lilias food testers

he almost passed out btw pls feel sorry for him

he wouldve said smth but like 😭he respects lilia so much, n youve very much earned his respect too so he cant just?? say the food is ass when yall prepared it

so he just swallows it down while making faces LMFOAOAOAOA

"y yes... this is... very good!!" he says, trying his hardest not to hurl

he then absolutely destroyed the toilet after

also he tries to limit ur sweet intakes

"isnt this ur 10th dango?? n its just morning!!" "but desserts!!🥺" "NO BUTS"

starts a lecture abt how youll ruin ur teeth n upset ur stomach

u w ur replacing teeth argument

he was MORTIFIED btw. never speak of those words to him ever again

hes kinda awkward when u told him abt ur past n allat n how youre pretty much trying to change after u realised how much ur actions impacted ppl

very loud abt his encouragement but also isnt sure if he had said the right thing to u LMFOAOAOA

"BUT U TRIED UR VERY BEST TO CHANGE !! N U ONLY DID WHAT U DID CAUSE U CARE!! YOURE VERY STRONG N AMAZING!!"

^his word ECHOES btw thats how loud he was

he means well dw</3

#twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud #malleus draconia #ortho shroud #lilia vanrouge #silver #silver vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #diasomnia #ignihyde

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whereforarthur · 8 months ago

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Piano Nights

Request: y/n is a big pop star and her and arthur meet at a musician after party or something. he’s not really supposed to be there but he sneaks in and she spots him. she ends up finding him attractive and confidently pursues him, they sleep together and end up dating. he can’t believe his luck and neither can george, arthur chris and he’s so in awe of her and just massive simp

Pairing: Arthur Hill x Musician!Reader

Category: Fluff and Soft Smut

Word Count: 7k

*****

When a man loves a woman, can't keep his mind on nothin' else. - Michael Bolton

"You're not even on the list, mate," the bouncer said, eyeing Arthur Hill suspiciously. His hand hovered over the velvet rope, blocking Arthur's path to the glittering promise of the musician's after-party.

Arthur took a deep breath, his heart racing. He had been invited by a friend of a friend, and the prospect of meeting y/n, the pop sensation who had captured his heart with her soulful melodies, had driven him to crash the event. He straightened his hat and offered a charming smile. "Ah, I must've been missed. I'm with the band," he said with a wink, hoping his British charm would win the bouncer over.

To his surprise, the bouncer's gaze softened, and with a chuckle, he lifted the rope. "Alright, you sneaky bugger," he said, letting Arthur through. "Just don't cause any trouble, yeah?"

Arthur stepped into the bustling venue, a swirl of lights and music and laughter. He scanned the crowded room, searching for the unmistakable glow of y/n's presence. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the faint aroma of the catered food wafting from a nearby table. His heart pounded in his chest as he weaved through groups of glammed-up socialites and industry moguls, each step bringing him closer to the woman he had only ever dreamed of meeting.

Y/n, perched on a velvet couch, sipped her champagne and laughed at a joke she couldn't quite hear over the din. Her eyes, framed by dark lashes, flicked up to meet Arthur's as he approached. A spark of curiosity ignited in her gaze, and she took him in—his mustache, the mischievous tilt of his hat, the nervous excitement that danced in his eyes. He was not the typical guest at these functions, and she found that intriguing. He was a breath of fresh air in a room that often felt suffocatingly rehearsed.

As Arthur's heart hammered against his ribcage, he felt the weight of Y/n's stare. He tried to play it cool, nodding at a few familiar faces and pretending to be in his element. But he couldn't help the flush that crept up his neck when she beckoned him over with a single, graceful gesture of her hand. The crowd parted for her like the Red Sea for Moses, and he walked through it, feeling like the most visible man in the room.

Y/n's eyes never left his as he approached. She took a sip of her champagne, her red lips curling into a knowing smile. Arthur felt his knees wobble slightly, his thoughts racing. He hadn't prepared for this. What was he supposed to say to her? What would she think of him? But then he saw the same spark in her gaze that had drawn him in—curiosity mixed with a hint of amusement. He realized she found him intriguing, and that gave him the courage to keep going.

When he reached her, she leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper that cut through the noise. "You don't look like you're with the band," she said, her eyes twinkling. "What's your secret?"

Arthur swallowed hard, his mind racing. "I, uh, I'm a… a big fan," he stammered. "Of your music. And I’m a musician as well."

Y/n's smile grew wider. "Oh, really?" she said, arching an eyebrow. "And what's your name?"

"Arthur," he managed to say, his voice a little too loud. "Arthur Hill. I'm, uh, a YouTuber. I do music and stuff."

Her eyes lit up with recognition. "Ah, Arthur Hill," she said, placing a hand on his arm. "I've heard of you. You're quite the charmer on camera."

Her touch sent a jolt through his body, and he felt his confidence surge. "Is that so?" he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Y/n leaned closer, her eyes never leaving his. "Mmhmm," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. "I think we should get to know each other better."

Without waiting for a response, she took Arthur's hand and led him through the crowd, her confidence a magnetic force that drew him along. They found a quiet corner of the room, the pulse of the party still thrumming around them but muted enough for conversation. She turned to face him, her grip firm, and searched his eyes for something—approval, perhaps, or maybe just the promise of a good time.

"So, Arthur Hill," she said, her voice low and intimate. "What brings you to my party?"

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. "I…uh, I was invited," he lied, hoping she wouldn't see through his ruse.

Y/n's laugh was like music, a sweet melody that danced in the air between them. "Sneaky," she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "I like that."

Her hand was still in his, and Arthur felt the warmth of her touch spread through his body. She was so close, her perfume a delicate whisper of jasmine and vanilla. He knew he should let go, knew he should play it cool, but he couldn't resist the pull of her. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, a force of nature that drew him in like gravity.

Y/n's eyes searched his, looking for something. He wasn't sure what, but he hoped he had it. "You know," she said, her voice a soft caress, "I've always had a soft spot for musicians who dare to do things differently."

Her hand slid up his arm, and Arthur felt his heart race. He had watched her music videos countless times, imagined this moment in his wildest dreams, but he never thought it would happen. The fact that he was attractive and British didn't hurt, but it was his audacity, his willingness to sneak into her world, that had truly captured her interest.

"So, Arthur," she began, her voice a sultry purr that made his knees feel like jelly, "are you single?"

Arthur's heart skipped a beat. He had imagined this moment a hundred times, but now that it was here, he found himself at a loss for words. "Yeah," he finally managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am."

Y/n's smile grew wider, and she leaned in even closer, her breath warm and sweet. "Good," she said, her eyes locked on his. "Because I think we could write some beautiful music together."

Arthur felt his cheeks burn, his heart racing faster than a drum solo. He couldn't believe this was happening—that she was interested in him. But here she was, standing in front of him, her hand still in his, suggesting that they could be more than just two people at the same party.

"I'd love that," he said, his voice a little shaky. He took a step closer, the electricity between them growing stronger. "I mean, I write songs, and you… well, you make music that touches people's souls. Imagine what we could create together."

*****

Y/n's eyes searched his, and Arthur could see the wheels turning in her mind. She was considering the possibility, and it was exhilarating. "Why don't we start right now?" she suggested, her grip on his hand tightening slightly. "Let's find a quiet spot and see what happens."

They slipped away from the party, leaving the noise and the glitz behind them. They found a small, dimly lit room, the only sound the distant throb of the bass from the dance floor. Y/n sat on the edge of a plush chair, her legs crossed, and patted the space next to her. "Play something for me," she said, her voice low and inviting.

Arthur felt a jolt of excitement. He hadn't brought his guitar, but there was a piano in the corner, gleaming under a soft spotlight. He took a seat on the bench, his heart racing. His fingers hovered over the keys for a moment before he began to play. The melody was soft, haunting—a song he had written but never shared with anyone. Y/n leaned in, listening intently, her eyes never leaving his face.

The music filled the space, wrapping around them like a warm embrace. The tension grew, each note building upon the last, until it was almost unbearable. Arthur felt like he was baring his soul to her, and she seemed to understand, her eyes never leaving his. When he finished, the silence was deafening.

Y/n leaned back, her eyes wide with awe. "That was… incredible," she breathed. "I had no idea you had such a gift."

Arthur felt a blush spread across his cheeks. "Thanks," he said, looking away from her piercing gaze. "It's just something I do."

Y/n reached over and placed her hand on his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Don't be so modest," she said, her eyes gleaming. "I can tell that music is your soul, Arthur Hill."

Her touch sent a shiver down his spine, and he found himself leaning closer to her, drawn in by her beauty and her passion for music. He could see the desire in her eyes, and it mirrored his own. "Maybe we could write something together," he suggested, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n's smile grew, and she leaned in, her breath warm against his cheek. "I'd like that," she murmured.

Arthur felt his heart race as she tilted her head, her eyes closing. He knew this was a moment he would never forget, a moment that would change everything. He leaned in, closing the distance between them, and their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a promise, a question, and an answer all rolled into one.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as if they were trying to express everything they felt in that single moment. Her hand slid up his arm to his shoulder, pulling him closer, and he felt the world fall away. All that mattered was the warmth of her body against his, the taste of her, the sound of their mingled breaths.

Y/n's legs slipped over Arthur's, and she straddled his lap, her dress riding up slightly to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs. He felt the heat of her, the softness of her, and his hands found their way to her hips, holding her tightly as the kiss grew more intense. The music from the party was a distant memory, replaced by the rhythm of their hearts beating in time.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as their kiss grew deeper, more demanding. Arthur could feel the world around them fading away, until all that was left was the two of them, lost in each other. The scent of her perfume filled his senses, and he knew he was falling hard.

Their bodies moved in sync, as if they had danced together a thousand times before. His hands roamed over her curves, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. Y/n's breath hitched as Arthur's thumb brushed the sensitive skin of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

With a soft moan, she broke the kiss, her eyes searching his for a sign that this was real. Arthur's pupils were dilated with desire, his cheeks flushed, and she knew he felt it too. "We should get out of here," she whispered, her voice thick with longing.

His heart was racing faster than the bass from the party outside. He nodded, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions coursing through him. He had never felt like this before, and the thought of being with Y/n, of sharing something so intimate, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

In his mind, Arthur replayed every moment leading up to this, his heart pounding in his chest. The way she had looked at him, the touch of her hand, the sound of her laugh—it was all so surreal. He couldn't believe that he, a mere YouTuber, had caught the eye of a pop goddess. But here she was, in his arms, and it was all too real.

The reality of the situation washed over him, sending a thrill through his veins. Y/n, the woman whose voice had soothed his loneliest nights and inspired his wildest dreams, was here with him now, her body pressed against his. It was more than he could have ever hoped for, more than he felt he deserved.

They stumbled out of the party, the cool London night air a stark contrast to the heat of their passion. Arthur's heart was racing, his thoughts a jumbled mess of excitement and nerves. He had never felt so alive, so seen. Y/n's hand was in his, her grip tight and reassuring, leading him to her nearby hotel suite.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of city lights filtering through the windows. She led him to the king-sized bed, her eyes never leaving his. Arthur felt like he was in a trance, unable to resist the pull of this moment. As they kissed again, he felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders.

Y/n's thoughts swirled in a delicious cocktail of surprise and desire. Who was this man with the cheeky grin and the haunting melodies? He had crashed her party, and now he was crashing into her heart. She had been surrounded by the same faces, the same shallow flattery for so long, and here was someone real, someone who made her feel alive.

Her body hummed with anticipation as she felt Arthur's hands on her hips, his touch sending shivers down her spine. The way he looked at her, with those earnest eyes and that hopeful smile, made her feel seen in a way she hadn't in years. The music industry was a minefield of egos and ambition, and yet here was a man who seemed to genuinely appreciate her for who she was, not just for the image she had so carefully cultivated.

Their kisses grew more urgent, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. The only sound was the distant wail of a siren outside, a stark reminder of the world they had left behind. Y/n felt a thrill of rebellion, a rush of adrenaline as she gave herself over to the moment. She had never done anything like this before, never let someone in so quickly, but with Arthur, it just felt…right.

Her dress slipped off her shoulders, revealing the lacy lingerie beneath. Arthur's eyes widened, taking in the sight of her. He had seen her in music videos, dressed in glamorous outfits that left little to the imagination, but the reality was so much more intoxicating. She was real, flesh and blood, and she was here with him. He gently traced the line of her collarbone with his thumb, feeling the rapid pulse of her heartbeat under his fingertips.

Y/n's eyes searched Arthur's, looking for any sign of hesitation, but all she saw was desire, raw and unfiltered. She reached behind her, unclipping her bra with a swift motion. It fell to the floor, and she shrugged out of her dress, leaving her in nothing but the lace that barely contained her. Arthur's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her, her curves bathed in the soft light.

He had seen her in music videos, dressed in outfits that left little to the imagination, but the reality was so much more. She was real, standing before him in all her beauty, and it was overwhelming. He reached out, his fingertips grazing the soft skin of her stomach, and felt her shiver. The room was thick with tension, the air crackling with the electricity of their attraction.

*****

Arthur's mind raced with the gravity of the situation. This was Y/n, the woman whose music had been the soundtrack to his life, whose videos he had watched countless times, and whose posters had adorned his walls. But she was also a person, a woman with desires and fears just like him. He didn't want to be just another notch on her bedpost, a fleeting fling for the tabloids to gossip about. He wanted this to mean something.

As she stood before him, half-dressed and breathtakingly beautiful, Arthur felt his heart pound in his chest. He had to remind himself to breathe, his body responding to her in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. He reached out, his hands trembling slightly as they found her waist, and he pulled her closer. He could feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her body, and it was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

"You're…you're so beautiful," he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them. It was the most inadequate thing he could have said, but it was all he could manage. Y/n's smile grew, and she leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice a sweet symphony in his ears.

Her hands found the buttons of his shirt, and she began to undo them with a deftness that belied her excitement. Each button released with a soft click, revealing more of the tanned skin beneath. Arthur felt himself getting lost in the moment, the sensation of her touch like a melody he hadn't yet written. He had never been with someone so…so everything.

Their kisses grew more urgent, more passionate, as they tumbled onto the bed. The soft fabric of the comforter whispered against their skin as they explored each other with eager hands. Y/n's legs wrapped around his waist, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that made his blood sing. He kissed along her jaw, her neck, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat as it matched the tempo of his own.

Her hands roamed over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles and the ink of his tattoos. She gasped as he found her most sensitive spots, her breath catching in her throat. Arthur felt a surge of pride, knowing that he could make her feel this way, that he could bring this goddess of music to her knees with just his touch.

He kissed her neck, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat against his lips. His hands moved to the clasp of her lingerie, fumbling slightly in his haste. Y/n giggled, her breath warm against his ear. "Let me," she murmured, taking over and sliding the fabric down her body.

The sight of her, bare and uninhibited, was more than Arthur could handle. He had to force himself to breathe, to not lose himself entirely to the moment. He leaned back, watching as she revealed herself to him, and he felt something shift inside him—a sense of awe and wonder that she would share this with him.

Y/n's eyes never left his, her gaze filled with a fiery need that mirrored his own. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, and pulled him back down to her. Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as their bodies melded together, a symphony of skin and passion.

Arthur felt his world spin as he kissed her, his hands exploring the soft curves of her body. He had dreamed of this, but the reality was so much more potent than any fantasy. He liked what he saw—no, he liked wasn't a strong enough word. He adored, he worshipped, he craved. The sight of her was like nothing he had ever seen before, a masterpiece that defied description.

Y/n's hands found their way to the buckle of his belt, her movements swift and sure. The sound of the leather loosening was like a gunshot in the quiet room, sending a jolt of excitement through him. He watched, transfixed, as she pulled his trousers down, revealing his boxers. He was already hard, the fabric straining against his erection. She looked up at him with a knowing smile, her eyes dark with desire.

Arthur felt his heart hammering in his chest as she reached for him, her hand wrapping around his length. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He groaned, his eyes closing, as she began to stroke him. It was all he could do to keep from bucking his hips into her touch, to keep from losing control entirely.

"Do you have a condom?" she whispered, her voice a seductive murmur that sent a shiver down his spine.

Arthur nodded, his hand shaking slightly as he reached for his pocket. He had never been so grateful for his 'just in case' habit. He handed it to her, his eyes never leaving hers as she deftly tore the foil packet with her teeth and slid it onto him. The heat of her hand was almost too much to bear.

With a final, lingering kiss, she positioned herself over him, her eyes holding his in a silent question. He nodded, unable to find the words to express his readiness. She sank down, inch by inch, until he was fully inside her. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt—tight, warm, and all-consuming. They both gasped, the intimacy of the moment resonating between them.

Their bodies moved in sync, a dance they had somehow known the steps to from the moment their eyes had met. Arthur watched her, the way her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth parted in silent ecstasy, and he felt like the luckiest man alive. This was Y/n, the woman whose voice had gotten him through the darkest of days, and she was here, with him, sharing this incredible moment.

Her hips rocked against his, setting a rhythm that was as natural as breathing. It was like they were creating a new kind of music, a symphony of skin and passion that resonated through the very air around them. Arthur matched her pace, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he felt himself getting closer to the edge.

Their movements grew more frenzied, their breaths coming in gasps and moans. The world outside the hotel suite didn't exist—it was just the two of them, lost in the crescendo of their desire. He could feel her tightening around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she approached her peak. He didn't want this moment to end, didn't want the music to stop playing.

But as the tension grew, as the crescendo neared, Arthur felt himself losing control. He thrust into her with a primal urgency, his hips moving in a desperate rhythm. Y/n's head fell back, her hair a dark waterfall on the pillow, and she cried out, her voice echoing through the room. The sound was like a siren's call, pushing him over the edge.

With a final, guttural groan, Arthur climaxed, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He felt Y/n's muscles clench around him, her own orgasm following swiftly after. They remained there, entwined, for a long moment, their breaths mingling in the quiet that had descended. The city outside seemed to hold its breath, waiting for their next move.

They lay there, their hearts pounding in their chests, the only sound the distant wail of a siren. Y/n leaned her forehead against Arthur's, her eyes closed. He could feel the dampness of her skin, the stickiness of their combined sweat. It was a raw, intimate moment, one that was both terrifying and exhilarating in its vulnerability.

"Wow," she whispered, the word a soft sigh that seemed to hold all the wonder of the universe.

Arthur lay beneath her, his chest heaving with the exertion of their passion. "Yeah," he managed, his voice hoarse. "Wow."

Y/n giggled, the sound like a melody that danced through the silence. She rolled off him, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. She pulled the comforter over them, her head resting on his chest. "That was…unexpected," she said, her voice still a little shaky.

Arthur chuckled, his arms wrapping around her. "Yeah," he agreed, his heart still racing. "I've never done anything like this before."

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "Neither have I," she admitted, a hint of surprise in her voice. "But it felt…right."

Arthur's heart swelled with something that felt a lot like hope. "It did," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "It really did."

They lay there for a while, their bodies cooling, the silence between them a sweet symphony of satisfaction. Y/n traced patterns on his chest with her fingertips, her touch feather-light. Arthur could feel himself drifting, his mind racing with the possibilities of what this could mean. A relationship with a pop star? It was more than he had ever dared to dream of.

But as the afterglow began to fade, so did the silence. Y/n sat up, the comforter falling away to reveal the curve of her spine, and Arthur felt his heart clench. What now? Would she kick him out, say it was a mistake? He watched her, his eyes tracing the lines of her body, the way the light played across her skin.

"You know," she said, turning to face him, "I don't do this sort of thing."

Arthur nodded, his heart racing. "Neither do I," he admitted, the reality of their impulsive tryst setting in. The weight of her gaze was almost too much to bear.

Y/n reached out, her hand cupping his cheek. "But I liked it," she whispered, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "I liked it a lot."

Arthur felt a wave of relief wash over him, his anxiety giving way to a warmth that spread through his chest. "Me too," he murmured, his eyes searching hers. "I never thought…"

"That you'd end up in bed with me?" Y/n finished his sentence, a playful smile on her lips. She leaned in, her breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him softly. "Neither did I," she whispered against his mouth. "But here we are."

Arthur felt his heart swell. The gravity of what had just happened between them was not lost on him. "What now?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

Y/n's smile was mysterious, her eyes holding his with an intensity that made his pulse quicken. "Now," she said, "we see where this takes us."

The words hung in the air, filled with both promise and uncertainty. Arthur felt a mix of excitement and fear—excitement at the thought of a future with her, fear that it could all be a fleeting moment. But as she leaned in to kiss him again, all he could do was revel in the present. Her soft, full lips against his, the scent of her perfume, the feel of her bare skin—it was a symphony of sensation that he never wanted to end.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of secret dates and stolen kisses. Y/n took him to her favorite London haunts, places that were off the beaten path and far from the prying eyes of paparazzi. They talked about music, their shared passion, and Arthur felt like he was getting to know the real her, not the persona she presented to the world. He played her his latest compositions, and she listened intently, offering feedback that was both insightful and encouraging.

Their relationship grew in intensity and depth, each moment together a treasure that Arthur held close to his heart. They had an unspoken understanding that their romance was to remain private, a secret shared between just the two of them. It added an illicit thrill to their encounters, making every touch, every whispered word feel like a stolen moment of pure bliss.

Y/n introduced Arthur to a world of glamour and excitement that he had only ever dreamed of. Red carpets, flashing cameras, and A-list parties became their playground, but it was the quiet moments in between that Arthur cherished the most. They would escape the chaos, finding refuge in her luxurious hotel suite or his small flat, sharing takeout and laughter as if they were any other couple.

He still couldn't believe his luck. Every time she texted him, every secret smile she sent his way across a crowded room, it was like winning the lottery. The idea that she, a woman who could have anyone, had chosen him was mind-boggling. Yet, she was there, in his arms, her head on his chest, her breathing steady as she slept. The way she looked at him, the way she touched him, it was all so real, so tangible.

They had agreed to keep their relationship under wraps for the time being. It was a thrill, sneaking around like teenagers, dodging paparazzi and hiding from her entourage. But Arthur knew it wasn't sustainable. The pressure of keeping his feelings bottled up was immense, especially when he wanted to shout from the rooftops that he was with Y/n. The high of their secret love was addictive, but the fear of losing her to the spotlight was a constant ache.

He found himself doing things he never thought he would for a girl—running errands for her, writing her sweet nothings in the middle of the night, even rearranging his entire schedule to fit hers. He was a massive simp for her, and he didn't care. Her smile was his sun, her voice his moon, and he would do anything to keep her happy. He'd never felt this way about anyone before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Whenever she was around, Arthur felt like he could conquer the world. He'd drop everything for her, and it was as if he'd been living in black and white until she added color to his life. Her laughter was like a melody that played on repeat in his mind, bringing him joy even when she wasn't around. The way she looked at him, with those piercing eyes that seemed to see straight into his soul, made him feel like the most important person in the room.

*****

He had to tell someone about her, so he gathered his closest mates—George, Chris, and Arthurtv—at the local pub. They were all ears, expecting another one of Arthur's wild party stories, but instead, he shared the most incredible tale of all. He talked about her beauty, her kindness, her talent, and the way she made him feel. As the words spilled out, he couldn't help but notice the disbelief etched on their faces. They were used to his grandiose storytelling, but this was different—this was real.

"You're telling me you're dating y/n?" George said, his pint halfway to his mouth, frozen in place. "The y/n?"

"Yeah, the one and only," Arthur replied, his cheeks flushing with a mix of pride and nerves. Chris and Arthurtv stared at him in disbelief, their eyes wide.

"Bloody hell, mate," Chris said, finally finding his voice. "How did you pull that off?"

Arthur chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at the memory of their first night together. "It just sort of…happened," he said, playing it cool. "We clicked, you know?"

George set his pint down with a thud. "You don't just click with y/n, Arthur," he said, his tone a mix of awe and skepticism. "You've got to be shitting me."

"I'm not," Arthur said, his grin widening. "It's true. She's…she's amazing."

Chris leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "What's she like? In bed, I mean."

Arthur felt his face heat up, but before he could respond, Arthurtv slapped him on the back. "Mate, you can't tell us that!"

"What, you think I'm not man enough?" Arthur teased, trying to deflect the attention. But inside, he was bursting with the need to share every intimate detail of their time together.

"No, it's not that," Arthurtv said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's just…she's y/n. You can't just casually drop that you've slept with her and expect us not to want the details."

Arthur rolled his eyes, but the truth was, he was dying to share. He'd never felt this way about anyone before—like he'd found his muse, his soulmate, all rolled into one. He took a deep breath and leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Let's just say it's beyond anything I've ever experienced," he said, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Chris and George exchanged a look that was equal parts envy and incredulity. Arthurtv just shook his head, grinning. "Mate, you're living the dream," he said, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and disbelief. "What's next? Marriage?"

Arthur's cheeks burned even hotter at the teasing. "Hold your horses," he said, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "It's still early days, but…" He trailed off, the smile on his face speaking volumes.

"But what?" George prompted, leaning in.

Arthur took a sip of his beer, his thoughts racing. "But it feels…right," he admitted, his voice barely audible over the pub's din. "I know it's fast, but I can't help it."

His friends exchanged glances, their disbelief slowly morphing into something like respect. "You've always had a way with words, Arthur," George said, his tone a mix of amazement and admiration. "But I never thought you'd charm your way into the heart of a pop star."

Chris raised his glass in a toast. "Here's to the most unexpected love story of the century," he said, his eyes gleaming with mirth.

Arthur's cheeks burned even brighter, but he couldn't help the grin that split his face. "Cheers to that," he said, clinking his glass against theirs. The bubble of happiness inside him was threatening to burst, and he felt like he was floating on air.

*****

The next week, the four of them found themselves backstage at one of y/n's concerts. The energy was electric, the air thick with the scent of hairspray and sweat. The roar of the crowd was a constant backdrop as they waited for her to emerge from her dressing room. Arthur's heart was racing, his palms slick with sweat. He'd been with her so many times now, but introducing her to his mates was a whole different ballgame.

When the door finally swung open, she stepped out, a vision in a sparkling ensemble that left little to the imagination. Her hair was a waterfall of glossy waves, and her makeup was flawless. The boys stared, their jaws dropping to the floor. George and Chris looked like they'd seen a ghost, and even Arthurtv, the most unflappable of the bunch, had a look of awe on his face.

"Guys, this is Y/n," Arthur said, his voice a mix of pride and nerves.

Y/n stepped forward, her smile bright and her eyes sparkling. "Hi," she said, her voice a soft melody that seemed to wrap around each of them.

"Hi," George managed, his voice barely above a squeak. Chris just nodded, his eyes glued to her like a teenager at their first concert.

Y/n laughed, the sound like a bell in the tension-filled room. She moved closer, her hand extended. "Nice to meet you all," she said, her smile genuine. "Arthur's told me so much about you."

The tension eased as they each took her hand, her grip firm and warm. They chatted awkwardly for a few moments, Arthur's heart in his throat as he watched his worlds collide. The reality of her standing there, a pop star in their midst, was still so surreal.

"You're even more beautiful in person," Arthurtv finally managed, his cheeks reddening.

Y/n winked at Arthur. "I've heard that before," she teased, her voice a seductive purr.

The guys chuckled, the ice broken by her charm. They talked about music, their shared love for the industry, and their own experiences. Y/n was surprisingly down-to-earth, asking about their own projects and dreams. Arthur watched her, his heart swelling with affection. She had a way of making everyone feel special, and it was clear she enjoyed their company.

"So, how did you win her over?" George finally asked, nudging Arthur playfully.

Arthur's mind raced back to that fateful night at the party, the moment he saw her across the crowded room. "It was like we were the only two people there," he began, his voice filled with wonder. "We talked about music, and I played her some of my stuff. She actually liked it." He paused, a blush creeping up his neck. "And then we just…clicked."

Y/n's eyes sparkled with mirth. "He's being modest," she said, her voice a playful purr. "He's incredibly talented, and he's got this charm that's impossible to resist." She stepped closer to him, looping her arm through his. "Plus, he's got this adorable accent."

The boys chuckled, and Arthur felt his cheeks heat up. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But with her by his side, he was invincible. "It's true," he said, his voice a low rumble. "It was all the Queen's English."

Y/n leaned into him, her breath warm against his neck. "You know what else is true?" she whispered, her voice a seductive murmur. "I can't wait to get you alone again."

Arthur felt his blood race at her words, the anticipation of their next encounter sending a thrill through his body. He glanced at his friends, who were trying and failing to look anywhere but at the two of them. "I think we should get going," he said, his voice strained. "Don't want to keep the fans waiting."

Y/n's smile was knowing, a secret shared only between them. "Of course," she said, her eyes never leaving his. "I'll see you after the show."

With a final wave, she disappeared back into the dressing room, leaving Arthur and his friends to exchange wide-eyed glances. "Bloody hell," George murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really did it, mate."

The concert was a blur of lights, music, and screaming fans. Arthur watched from the side of the stage, his heart in his throat as y/n owned the crowd. Her voice was a siren's call, her movements mesmerizing. He couldn't believe she was his, even if it was just for a little while. The energy was infectious, and he found himself swaying to the beat, lost in the rhythm of her performance.

After the show, she found him in the backstage chaos, her eyes searching the sea of faces until they landed on his. The moment their gazes met, the noise faded away, and it was just the two of them. She made her way over, dodging eager fans and eager handlers, and threw herself into his arms. The scent of her perfume was like a warm embrace, and he held her tight, feeling the buzz of her excitement.

"You were amazing," he murmured into her hair, his voice lost in the cacophony of the backstage area.

"Thanks," she said, her voice muffled against his chest. "You guys were great, too. I can't believe you came."

They talked about the show, their laughter echoing in the crowded hallway. The chemistry between them was palpable, and Arthur felt himself getting lost in her again. They had agreed to keep their relationship under wraps, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Every time they were together, it felt like a secret that wanted to burst forth and be shared with the world.

But for now, they had to be content with stolen moments, with whispers and glances that spoke volumes. They group decided to sneak out the back, dodging the paparazzi that waited like vultures for a glimpse of y/n. The cool London air hit them like a slap in the face, a stark contrast to the heat of the venue. They slipped into a waiting car, the tinted windows offering them a brief reprieve from the world.

In the quiet of the car, their hands found each other, their fingers entwining. Arthur couldn't resist the urge to lean in, to capture her lips in a kiss that was both hungry and gentle. She melted into him, her hand sliding up to cradle his neck. It was a kiss that spoke of promises and dreams, of a future that was still uncertain but filled with possibility.

When they pulled up to the house they shared, a quaint townhouse in North London, the reality of their situation hit Arthur like a ton of bricks. The boys all lived together, and while they had managed to keep their relationship a secret thus far, it was only a matter of time before someone caught on. They stumbled out of the car, laughing and whispering, trying to act as casual as possible as they made their way inside.

The living room was a typical bachelor pad—beer bottles and pizza boxes scattered across the floor, the faint scent of dirty laundry lingering in the air. But to Arthur, it was home. He led y/n through the mess, her eyes wide with amusement. "Sorry about the state of things," he said, blushing. "We're not exactly neat freaks."

"It's charming," she said, her voice filled with genuine affection. "It's like a real house."

The boys looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. They had always known their living situation was less than ideal, but hearing her say it made it seem somehow…cozy. They cleared a space on the couch, and she settled in, her legs curled under her. They talked for hours, sharing stories and laughs, until the sun began to rise and the city outside grew quiet.

It was in those early morning hours that Arthur knew he was falling for her—not just for her fame or her beauty, but for the person she was beneath the glitz and glamour. Her vulnerability, her passion for music, her kindness—it was all too much to handle. He looked at her, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she teased him about his love for Doctor Who, and he felt his heart swell. He wanted to tell her everything, to shout from the rooftops that she was his.

But the world wasn't ready for their love story, not yet. So they sat there, in the quiet of the early morning, their bodies close but not touching, their hearts beating in sync. It was a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, a moment that was both filled with joy and tinged with the fear of what was to come. They had crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed, and Arthur knew that their lives would never be the same.

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Taglist~

@gvf23

#fluff #imagines #british youtubers #george clarkey #arthur hill #arthur x reader #chris md #arthurtv #arthur hill x reader

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pankowcrumbs · 4 months ago

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Little Sister X Drew Starkey (requested)

MasterList

Outerbanks and Cast Masterlist

The air was electric with the buzz of activity on set. I wasn’t used to it—the endless movement, the energy—but I couldn’t help but feel a little exhilarated. My brother, Rudy, had begged me to come visit while he was filming his new show, and after weeks of saying no, I finally gave in.

Standing just out of the camera’s view, I watched the cast and crew work together seamlessly. It was fascinating to see everyone in their element, the actors snapping in and out of character like flipping a switch. That’s when I first noticed him—Drew Starkey.

He was standing a few feet away, chatting with someone near the lighting rig. His laugh was easy, genuine, and it carried just enough to catch my attention. I didn’t want to seem like I was staring, so I quickly looked away, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

To my surprise, it wasn’t long before he wandered over, probably assuming I was part of the crew. “Hey,” he greeted, a warm smile on his face. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Drew.”

“Hi,” I said, slightly caught off guard. “I’m Y/N.”

His smile didn’t falter, and I couldn’t help but notice how genuine it seemed. He was taller than I’d expected, his presence easygoing but commanding at the same time.

“First day on set?” he asked, gesturing to the chaos around us.

“Something like that,” I replied with a small laugh. “I’m just here visiting.”

“Oh, nice. You’ve picked an interesting day. This scene’s been giving us trouble all morning.” He ran a hand through his hair, motioning toward the actors and crew scrambling to reset the shot.

“Looks intense,” I said, glancing back at the scene. “You guys make it look effortless, though.”

He chuckled. “That’s generous of you. Trust me, it’s far from effortless. But I guess that’s the magic of television.”

Before I could say anything else, someone called his name. He gave me a quick smile. “Duty calls. Nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“You too,” I replied, watching him walk back onto the set.

It was a brief conversation, but it left me curious. There was something about him—something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

Over the next few days, I couldn’t seem to avoid him—not that I minded. Drew had a way of appearing out of nowhere, always with a quick comment or a friendly smile.

One afternoon, I was sitting near the catering table, debating whether I wanted another cup of coffee. Drew appeared seemingly out of thin air, a coffee cup in hand.

“Careful with that stuff,” he said, nodding toward the coffee pot. “It’s stronger than it looks.”

I laughed. “Noted. But I think I need it if I’m going to survive another day of watching Rudy in his natural habitat.”

“Rudy?” Drew tilted his head, intrigued.

I froze for a moment, realizing I might have said too much. “Uh, yeah. Rudy. He’s kind of the reason I’m here.”

Drew didn’t press further, and I was grateful. “Well, if you’re sticking around, you’ll get used to the chaos. And the bad coffee.”

“Good to know,” I said with a grin.

The following day, I was wandering near the trailers when I almost collided with him.

“Whoa,” Drew said, steadying me with a hand on my arm. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry,” I said, feeling my cheeks flush. “Wasn’t paying attention.”

“No harm done,” he said, letting his hand fall away. “But you might want to watch where you’re going. Some of these guys don’t stop for anything.”

I laughed, feeling more at ease. “Noted.”

“Good.” He glanced down at his phone. “Anyway, I’ve got to run, but I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

“See you,” I replied, watching him walk away.

By the time the cast and crew dinner rolled around, I felt like I’d fallen into a rhythm with the set. I hadn’t seen Drew that day, but I figured he’d be at the dinner.

Rudy and I arrived together, and the restaurant was already buzzing with conversation. People waved us over to a large table, and as we approached, I spotted Drew sitting toward the middle.

“Y/N, over here!” someone called, and I turned to see Madison waving me over.

“Go ahead,” Rudy said. “I’ll catch up with you in a sec.”

I made my way toward Madison, but before I could sit down, Drew’s eyes landed on me. He looked pleasantly surprised.

“Y/N,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Before I could respond, Rudy appeared behind me. “Hey, Starkey,” he said, clapping a hand on Drew’s shoulder.

Drew turned, grinning. “Pankow. What’s up, man?”

“Not much,” Rudy replied. Then, motioning to me, he added, “By the way, have you met my sister?”

For a moment, Drew looked completely stunned. “Wait—what?” He looked between us, clearly trying to piece it together.

Rudy laughed. “Yeah, Y/N’s my sister. She’s been hanging around set this week.”

“You didn’t tell me that,” Drew said, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“Didn’t think I needed to,” Rudy replied, shrugging.

I couldn’t help but laugh at Drew’s reaction. “Surprise,” I said, giving him a playful smile.

Drew shook his head, a smile creeping back onto his face. “You’ve been holding out on me, Pankow.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rudy said. “Just don’t get any ideas.”

Drew raised his hands in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

As the night went on, the conversation flowed easily, and I found myself sitting near Drew at the table. Despite Rudy’s teasing warnings, Drew was just as friendly as ever, and I couldn’t help but enjoy the easy banter we shared.

Maybe it was the laughter, the shared glances, or the fact that I finally felt like I belonged here.

The dinner was lively, filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. People moved about, swapping seats and chatting with everyone at the long table. I ended up across from Drew, much to Rudy's chagrin, though he seemed to let it go when Carlacia pulled him into a spirited debate about pineapple on pizza.

“So,” Drew began, leaning slightly toward me. “You’ve been here all week, huh? How’d I miss the sibling connection?”

I shrugged, smiling. “I guess I wanted to keep a low profile. Rudy didn’t exactly announce it to the world.”

He smirked. “Low profile? You’ve managed to show up everywhere I’ve been. Feels like fate.”

“Oh, is that what we’re calling it?” I teased, resting my chin on my hand. “I think it’s more likely that you just have a radar for coffee and near collisions.”

Drew laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Guilty as charged. But seriously, it’s cool that you came to support Rudy. He talks about you a lot, you know.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, does he? What kind of things is he saying?”

“Nothing too embarrassing,” Drew assured me. “Just that you’re the smart one in the family, the voice of reason. Though, judging by the look on your face, I’m guessing you don’t fully agree.”

I laughed softly. “Let’s just say Rudy and I have very different definitions of reason.”

Drew chuckled, nodding. “Fair enough. Siblings are like that, huh?”

We kept talking, the conversation flowing effortlessly. He told me stories about growing up in North Carolina, about the odd jobs he’d worked before acting, and about how surreal it was to be part of a show like Outer Banks.

“It’s wild,” he said, gesturing around the table. “Being here with everyone, knowing that what we’re making might actually mean something to people. It’s a lot to take in.”

“You seem like you’re handling it well,” I said, meaning it.

He smiled, a little softer this time. “Thanks. It helps having a good group of people around. And apparently, surprise siblings showing up to keep things interesting.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Glad I could add some spice to your week.”

Later in the evening, as the group settled into a more relaxed vibe, Drew slid into the seat next to me.

“Mind if I sit here?” he asked, though he was already halfway down.

“Not at all,” I said, scooting over slightly to make room.

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, listening to the hum of conversation around us. Drew leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting across the room before landing on me.

“So, what’s your deal, Y/N?” he asked, his tone light but curious.

“My deal?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. What do you do when you’re not hanging out on chaotic TV sets?”

“Well,” I began, pretending to think. “I’m a professional sibling, a coffee enthusiast, and an amateur avoider of small talk.”

Drew laughed, shaking his head. “You’re good at this, you know.”

“At what?”

“Deflecting,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

I tilted my head, considering him for a moment. “Fine. I’m studying art history, and I work part-time at a museum. It’s not as glamorous as what you guys do, but it’s my thing.”

“That’s awesome,” he said, and he sounded like he meant it. “I bet Rudy’s proud of you.”

I smiled, the warmth in his voice catching me off guard. “Thanks. And what about you? Is this show your thing?”

“For now,” he said with a shrug. “But who knows? I’m just trying to enjoy it while it lasts.”

Before I could reply, Rudy appeared behind Drew, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “What’s going on here?” he asked, narrowing his eyes playfully.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Drew said smoothly, a teasing edge in his voice.

Rudy groaned. “Seriously, Y/N, don’t let this guy charm you. He’s trouble.”

“Relax, Rudy,” I said, grinning. “I think I can handle myself.”

Rudy shook his head, muttering something about protective instincts, but he eventually wandered off, leaving Drew and me to share a quiet laugh.

As the night wound down, Drew walked me out to the parking lot. The cool night air was a refreshing change from the warm, crowded restaurant.

“Thanks for letting me crash your dinner,” I said, hugging my arms against the breeze.

“Crash? You were the highlight,” Drew said, his voice teasing but sincere.

I smiled, unsure of what to say. The week had been a whirlwind, and meeting Drew had been an unexpected, but welcome, surprise.

“So, are you sticking around?” he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“For a bit,” I said. “Rudy wants me to stay through the weekend.”

“Good,” he said, his smile widening. “It’d be a shame if you left before I got the chance to bump into you a few more times.”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning. “But it seems to be working.”

With that, we said our goodbyes, and I couldn’t help but feel like the week had taken a turn for the better.

#fanfiction #reader #x reader #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey #drew #starkey #outerbanks cast #outer banks cast #outerbanks #OBX

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twstinginthewind · 8 days ago

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"Of course I got lucky enough to win tickets to the hottest show of the year - it's the only way I could've gone, hehe!"

For @tixdixl's Wishmaster's Concert event (and featuring @ramshacklerumble's bg and band logo) (it's there if you squint), here's the luckiest fox I know! Bobby Sherwood managed to snag a VIP ticket on a radio call- in contest, and went to go rock out with the rest of the NRC crew in attendance!

Groovification: UNLOCKED "Shame? No thanks. You gotta do what you gotta do, right? It's dumb, but it'll let me keep rocking!"

Set home: "ROCK! AND! ROLL! Ooh, de lally!"

Transition 1: "Yo, did you see MOApixie? She's so cute! Man, I never imagined such a cutie as a big-time metal singer!"

Transition 2: "They're charging HOW much for a gyro? That's the craziest thing I heard all day."

Transition 3: "I'll be real - I never heard of half the bands here today. But they all rock SO hard."

Home after login: "WHAT?? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! CATER GAVE ME REALLY GOOD EARPLUGS!"

Tap 1: "Kalim's got some crazy energy, man. I don't think he's stopped dancing since we got here."

Tap 2: "You like this shirt? It's real vintage! Yeah, I uh. "Borrowed" it from my mom, from when she used to follow bands around before I was born."

Tap 3: "They checked all our bags at the entrance to make sure we weren't bringing in any food or whatever, but somehow Nana has been eating candy all night. Where was that hidden?"

Tap 4: "I ain't above embarrassing myself a little for free stuff. You shoulda heard the Cyril Zeman impersonation I did to win my tickets!"

Tap 5: "Oh my Seven, the bassist from UnderDark just called me "champ" 'cause I grabbed him the hot sauce at the grease trucks. Give me a minute, I gotta absorb this."

Tap, Groovy: UNLOCKED "Yeah, I see the looks I'm getting. But a guy's gotta eat, and I get a free burger and fries if I busk for the stand for an hour. Ya boy's no fool."

#twisted wonderland oc #bobby sherwood #twst fan event #wishmaster's concert #drawn #groovy to follow #he uh.... has an outfit change in it XD #iykyk

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mysteryshoptls · 8 months ago

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SR Lilia Vanrouge - Ceremonial Robes Vignette

"It's a showdown!"

[Classroom]

Lilia: Ooh, I see you've brought donuts from the Scalding Sands today, Kalim.

Kalim: You know your stuff, Lilia! It's a syrup-covered donut called awamat.

Cater: Looks tasty, but feels like it's a snack that's way sweeter than sweet.

Cater: I think I'll start off with the candy that Lilia-chan brought. Down the hatch…Mm?

Cater: [cough, gasp, sputter]! Ack, this flavor's crazy!

Lilia: Kufufu, it's licorice. One bite and you're already hooked, huh?

Cater: No, I'm saying it's bad crazy! It's salty, and tastes like rubber…

Lilia: Does it? I actually quite like it. …Nom. …Hmhm, yep, it's definitely tasty.

Kalim: How can you eat it all happy like that～? I can't with this, either. It doesn't even smell like it's edible.

Lilia: That's a shame, all I wanted was to share my favorite snacks with my clubmates.

Cater: Oh, right. Speaking of club stuff, what're we gonna do to try to pull in new members this year at the club showcase?

Kalim/Lilia: …?

Cater: Hey, come on! We met up today specifically to talk about what we were gonna do for that!

Lilia: And uh, what club were we again?

Cater: You don't even remember that!? We're the Pop Music Club!

Lilia: Oh right, I remember now. I can't help forgetting 'cause even when we meet up for our club like this, we're usually just lazing about anyway.

Kalim: Yeah, I feel like we haven't really played much music since I joined the club, either.

Cater: Seee, that's why the Headmage was on our case～

Cater: He said that since there's only three of us and we don't really do dedicated club activities, if we don't get more members this year, our club'll be disbanded!

Cater: That's why we absolutely need to get more folks to join us at the club showcase! Especially since it's basically impossible to get any of the older students to drop their clubs and join us, anyway.

Lilia: Plus, it feels like the students here aren't really geared towards joining a band, either.

Cater: Yeaaaaah～ Fights would break out even before we can even set up a live performance.

Lilia: Every time someone opens their mouth, it's just "our musical tastes are just different" and they leave. None of them are team players.

Kalim: And then in the end, it's just us left over.

Cater: Just us three easy-breezy boys～

Cater: 'Sides, it was Lilia-chan's performance from last year's club showcase that was the problem.

Cater: It totally threw everyone off when you just went all screamo and smashed your guitar! We only got Kalim-kun out of all the possible newbies 'cause of that.

Lilia: Nonsense. That scream is my specialty.

Lilia: Thrash metal isn't thrash metal without all my guitar strings snapping.

Cater: There's no way I can keep up with something as hardcore and heavy as that. Doesn't really feel like many people'd like it, either.

Kalim: I totally thought your performance was pretty cool, Lilia! I'd never seen anything like that.

Kalim: It really surprised me when you just leaped off the stage into the audience, too! Ahaha!

Lilia: Oh yes, the best part of a live performance is the stage dive.

Lilia: I was just as surprised that I fell straight to the floor because no one tried to catch me. Kheehee

Cater: 'K, we really gotta stop with goin' down memory lane now. Keep this up and we're really gonna lose our club, y'know?

Cater: I don't wanna lose our precious space to hang after classes. There's no way I'd even consider joining an athletic club～

Lilia: I hear you, I hear you. Then, I guess we should hunker down and prepare a band performance for the club orientation showcase.

Lilia: So, if we're putting together a three-piece band, who should be in what position?

Kalim: Well, obviously…

Kalim/Cater/Lilia: I'D BE ON MAIN VOCALS!

Cater: No way, c'mon, we can't all be vying for the vocalist spot!

Lilia: Well, we may be "easy-breezy boys" as you say, but in the end, we're still Night Raven College boys.

Lilia: Well, if we're picking a vocalist, it only makes sense that whoever can sing best takes the spot.

Kalim: Well, then that's gotta be me! Whenever I sing, I got Jamil, my parents and my siblings all sayin' I'm amazing!

Cater: Ehhh～ Don't think we can really go off of what your family and close friends say, can we?

Cater: But then there's me. Whenever I go sing karaoke with someone, it's a mad party!

Lilia: Wait a moment, you two. I've already proven that I can sing at last year's club orientation showcase.

Cater: No way, I already told you that your zombie-like shouting's only gonna scare away any potential newbies!

Lilia: Looks like we're at a stalemate…

Lilia: Well, guess there's no other choice… It's a showdown for that prized vocalist spot!

Kalim/Cater: Eh!?

[Classroom]

Kalim: So, what're we doin' to win the vocalist spot?

Cater: I'm gonna pass if it's a physical fight!

Lilia: Well, since we're looking for the best voice, it should be sufficient enough to do a singing competition using a karaoke app to score us.

Lilia: We each sing once. And we should each pick out a song we're good at singing.

Cater: Ok, we just gotta pick a song we know front to back, huh! Cool, so let's get this shindig started～♪

Kalim: You already decide what you're singing, Cater?

Cater: Yup, I'm thinking of doing the new song my favorite band just released this week. It's perfectly in my range 'n all.

Cater: …Oh, wait. It looks like it's not in the karaoke app yet, though.

Lilia: Guess you need to look for another song. What about you, Kalim?

Kalim: Mmm～ I thought about it, and…

Kalim: I'm way better at dancing than singing, y'know. Can I do that instead?

Cater: No, absolutely not! That's not what we're looking for at all!

Lilia: Kheeheehee, you're a silly lad, as always. Well, you still have time to pick out a song after I've finished singing.

Lilia: I'll start up the karaoke app, and… Hm. Would a lullaby from Briar Valley be considered a folk song?

Cater: A lullaby!? That's totally on the other side of the music spectrum from your usual metal music!!

Lilia: Lullabies are my specialty! I can instantly send a crying babe back into dreamland.

Cater: Wow. I wasn't expecting that.

Lilia: Ehehe. The secret is that I ad-lib some screaming shouts as I sing it.

Cater: But it's a lullaby!?

Cater: You're saying there's a baby out there who can listen to your screamo and actually sleep!? You sure they didn't just pass out!?

Lilia: Rude. He was sleeping away so peacefully. Ahh, how nostalgic.

Kalim: Oh, do you have much younger siblings too, Lilia?

Lilia: Well, no, he wasn't a sibling… But I did live with a babe for a while.

Kalim: I'm always trying to sing them lullabies to get them to sleep, but they never do. You'll have to show me your tricks later!

Lilia: Sure thing. How about I show you now… Hm? Looks like Briar Valley lullabies aren't in this app either.

Cater: Aw, man～ Guess it's just a little too specific, huh?

Lilia: So, neither me nor Cater can sing what we want. Kalim would rather dance…

Lilia: Well, some competition this turned out to be. Why don't we just do rock-paper-scissors to decide, then?

Lilia: It only makes sense that he who is the luckiest should shoulder the fate of our band's future.

Cater: That was out of left field...

Kalim: Well, why not? It's easy and we'll be done in a flash.

Cater: Fine… I guess leaving it up to something random like this is more our style anyway.

Lilia: Okay, here we go. Rock, paper, scissors…

Kalim/Cater/Lilia: Go!

Lilia: Yaay～ I win! I get to do the vocals!

Kalim: Maaan～ You're so lucky, Lilia.

Cater: Don't smash up the guitar this year, mmkay～?

Lilia: Yeh! …But after all that, I think the bass or drums would suit me better after all.

Cater: Then what was with that celebrating just now!?

Lilia: I just like snatch the win from those who wanted it, I guess.

Cater: If you need to be the center of attention like that, then maybe the singing guitarist position really does suit you after all?

Lilia: You don't get it, huh. Based on my research, the leader of the band is most often the bassist or the drummer.

Lilia: Also, they got this quiet and mature vibe, which also seems cool to me.

Lilia: You can be the main vocals, Cater, since you'd probably know all the popular songs right now.

Cater: Yaay～ Thanks, Lilia-chan! Then I'll be singing and on guitar! Kalim, what about you?

Kalim: If I'm not the lead vocalist? I only really know the instruments we got back home in the Scalding sands. I'm pretty good at the darbuka.

Cater: What's a darbuka? That's the first time I've ever heard that name.

Lilia: It's a type of drum that makes an exotic sound. I saw it once a long time ago when I visited the Scalding Sands.

Cater: I hate to be that guy, but aren't we gonna stray from the standard three-piece band if we use more specialized instruments…?

Lilia: Well, if you're good at percussion, then you should be on drums! I'll teach you how to play it.

Kalim: Thanks, Lilia! I can't wait to play a new instrument!

Lilia: So that means I'm the bassist and the leader of the band!

Cater: You're really hung up on being the leader, huh～ Okay then, Leader. What should we wear, then?

Lilia: Hm… Good question. Whatever it is, it should be flashy and cool.

Kalim: We can just special order some super fancy costumes! What if we sew on some gems to give them some serious sparkle?

Cater: Nice idea～♪ But there's no way that's in our budget…

Lilia: Yes, unfortunately, we're a small club that's in danger of being disbanded. Probably the only thing we can afford with what little we have is instrument upkeep.

Kalim: So, what, we have to do it with whatever we already own…?

Cater: Our dorm uniforms look cool… But they all clash～

Lilia: What outfit do all of us own that match despite being from different dorms… That's also cool… Hmmm…

Lilia: Oh yeah! What about our ceremonial robes!?

Cater: Lilia-chan, great idea!

Kalim: If you guys are good with it, so am I!

Lilia: Alright, now that we've figured out our costume, we just gotta practice every day until the club orientation!

Kalim/Cater: Yeah!!

[Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge]

Lilia: …Is something that happened once.

Silver: I see, so that's why you weren't on guitar and vocals this year…

Sebek: I found your professional level bass playing to be an unforgettable sight to witness, Lilia-sama!!!!!

Lilia: And rightly so, of course. Kheeheehee.

Requested by @olivebranch311.

#twisted wonderland #twst #lilia vanrouge #cater diamond #kalim al-asim #silver #sebek zigvolt #twst lilia #twst cater #twst kalim #twst silver #twst sebek #twst translation

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danika-redgrave124 · 3 months ago

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Day 4: Matching

“Yo, Trey! Hold still for a sec!”

Cater practically bounced over to Trey, a mischievous grin stretching across his face. In his hands, he held a small, colorful object—something that glinted slightly under the light. Trey barely had time to react before Cater grabbed his wrist, slipping a beaded bracelet around it with practiced ease.

Trey blinked down at it, momentarily thrown off. The bracelet was simple but stylish, made of small beads in varying shades of green and brown. A tiny charm in the shape of a club dangled from the center, catching the light as he flexed his fingers.

“Uh… what’s this for?” Trey asked, raising an eyebrow as he turned his wrist to examine the accessory.

Cater beamed, holding up his own wrist to show off a matching bracelet. His had the same beaded design, but in his signature orange and red hues, with a little diamond charm at the center.

“Friendship bracelets, duh!” Cater said, his tone as cheerful as ever. “You know, like those super cute ones people make at summer camps and stuff? I saw some at the Valentine’s event, and I figured, hey, why not make some for us?”

Trey chuckled, adjusting the bracelet slightly to make sure it fit comfortably. “Didn’t take you for the crafty type.”

Cater scoffed, placing a hand on his chest as if deeply offended. “Excuse you, I am full of surprises! Besides, it’s not like I made ‘em from scratch or anything. Just picked out beads and put them together.”

Trey hummed, rolling his wrist once more. “Well, it’s nice. Feels sturdy too.”

“Obviously,” Cater said, flipping his own bracelet with a flourish. “Can’t have my bestie walking around with a cheapo bracelet, right? Plus, now we can totally match!”

Trey smirked, shaking his head. “What, are we ten again?”

“Pfft, as if. But admit it—it’s kinda cute, right?” Cater waggled his eyebrows.

Trey exhaled through his nose in amusement, a small smile creeping onto his face. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Cater.”

“Anytime, bestie~!” Cater grinned, snapping a quick picture of their wrists side by side. “Gotta post this later—#MatchingVibes.”

Trey only chuckled, shaking his head as he let Cater have his moment. But even as the conversation moved on, his fingers absently traced the beads on his wrist, a small warmth settling in his chest.

Maybe matching wasn’t so bad after all.

@oh-hopeless-heart

I do love them together in a romantic sense, but I wanted to write platonic them instead.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst trey #trey clover #twst cater #cater diamond #disneytwistedlove #twst fan event

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 9 months ago

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This came into my mind like a couple of minutes ago and I needed to get it down before I forget it.

Twisted Wonderland Fairytale AU

You, Yuu, are a princess.

A special princess considering your existence is a mystery

One day the king and queen were on a trip with their son, Kalim, and their advisor’s son, Jamil. When they returned, a baby (Yuu) was inside the castle wandering on the tile floors.

No one knows how you got in.

No one knows who brought you here.

But you were there and were immediately added as part of the royal family.

Due to your mysterious circumstances, you grew up a sheltered child. Leaving you with your royal friends, Leona and Riddle, your noble friends, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Idia, and Ortho. Along with your mutual villager friends, Cater, Ace, Deuce, Jack, Ruggie, Trey. But let’s not forget the kingdom celebrities like Vil and the famous hunter Rook.

Yeah, it’s a lot of people but a girl has limits

And so, you turned to a girl’s best friend: Books.

Books were your everything.

As you grew up, your tastes in books did as well.

You went from children’s books to material that would land you in an asylum for thinking a dark wizard or monster was attractive to spell books for every want.

It was quite the variety, but you kept the mature stuff carefully hidden.

But those books deluded shaped you

Now at the age of 17, you had the mindset of “Princesses just want to have fun!”

Plus you didn’t want to look at pictures of suitors anymore.

So, one night, during one of Kalim’s lavish parties for all, you snuck away through the hidden tunnels underneath the castle and went on your merry way into the woods.

Everything was going swell until you found the most beautiful valley of roses you’ve seen.

Blue, green, pink, red, and white. The valley had every color. You wanted to pick one, just one as a souvenir of your adventure.

You reached down and touched the flower’s stem.

You prick your finger on a thorn, and suddenly you hear a creature from the mountain above breathe like it’s been disturbed.

Your blood drops on the rose and it roars.

You run through the valley but it seems like the rose’s thorns are wrapping around your feet and ankles. Cutting them and letting more blood spill onto their petals and roots.

You slow down from the pain, and fall to the ground.

That’s when you see your attacker.

It’s a large dragon with purple and black coloring over its scales.

Its feet stomp over to you and a singular claw draws near your face.

Its eyes are green like emeralds and they stare at you like you’re prey.

The claw goes into the ground near your right cheek, and it makes a tight grip around your body.

You scream and scream in terror as you go higher into the sky, and eventually enter the mountain.

It puts you onto a pile of gold coins, and walks away before transforming into a tall, slender, and pale young man with horns.

“Someone finally came to see me! So, what’s the occasion? Is it another party?” The dragon rambles.

“Uh, I am so sorry. I just stumbled onto the valley,” You respond.

“Even better! Why don’t you stay for dinner?!” The dragon man proposes, holding your hands.

“Oh, sure. I suppose one meal with you couldn’t hurt,” You reply, making the dragon man ecstatic.

If only you knew the trouble you had just gotten into.

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #Twst fairytale au #malleus draconia #f! Yuu #I’m so glad I typed this on here before I went to sleep #kalim al asim #twst yuu #twst au

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kumikokane · 3 months ago

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Moonlight song competition cards

SR Whitney R. Bristol

"O-oh man, there's so many people... I sure hope March actually got the dress code correct."

SR March Hawthorne

"Hah! Nah, I totally nailed the dress code. See? I know what I'm doing. Just sit back and have fun, I'll take care of the complicated stuff."

Some art I made for @sunnysidesevenup 's event! This was really fun, I enjoyed the ocean-esque theme a lot. Here's the full body outfits I designed for them:

For Whitney, I decided I wanted to go with a jellyfish inspired look. The little ribbons attached to her skirt are supposed to be like tentacles, and the layers are transparent because a lot of jellyfish are too. I drew her barefoot here, but in my mind thats really only during the actual preformence. She'd bring a pair of sandles or flats to wear around town, cause concrete and sand get HOT in the sun. I've burned my feet way too many times going to the beach. I also added a little clock to her headpiece, because she's inspired by the white rabbit but I couldn't figure out how else to incorporate the staple pocket watch. I absolutely adore the way her outfit turned out, but all the layers being transparent makes them such a pain to draw LMAO 😭 Never again....... *I whisper as I imagine myself drawing a groovy art for her*

For March's, I didn't really think an animal theme would fit him? So instead I decided to take some inspiration from sunken treasure chests/pirate ships. I gave him a coin belt cause gold coins, he's also wearing a net because it kinda makes me think of worn down sails and stuff. I replaced his usual clunky earring with huge pearls, and instead of a headpiece I had him stick stray pieces of coral in his hair. The leaves on his right knee are supposed to be like seaweed, and the outfit is covered in barnacles because uh. Yeah! I'm so bad at explaining things sorry guys 😔 I'm just praying yall see the vision

Along with the drawings, I also wrote a little story! I'm gonna leave it at the bottom so you don't have to scroll through it to read my notes. It's not very long, but I had free time and thought it'd be fun to write something about how they got to the competition in the first place, since it wasn't by conventional means. I don't write often, but I might write a little more for this when I have free time. I've got a little story going on in my head and it'd be cool to try and put it somewhere. Any criticism is appreciated, I'm always looking to improve my writing skills :) Once again, this was a lot of fun to make! Both the story and the outfits, and I'm happy I could participate. Not good at putting my thoughts out but uh ⭐️ gold star!

"So... That's it? That's why Cay Cay the cake slice is gonna be gone?" March tilted his head to the side, the large piercings on his ears clattering against his phone mic. "Arlo, Arlo.... Sounds familiar. I'm sure I've heard that name pass my ears before. Can't really remember though- he must not be important. Well, maybe a little bit if Cater knows him."

Whitney winces, adjusting the grip she had on her phone as she walked back and forth in her empty dorm room. "Uh, I-I think that's.. Well, I mean..." She sighs, trying to find the words. "You don't go to our school, so of course you wouldn't know people from here. I'm more surprised the name actually sounds familiar to you, I didn't think you've heard of anyone outside of Heartslabyul."

"Oh, he's not a Heartslabyul student? Makes more sense. What's he look like, then? Maybe I saw him in passing once, or something." March tries his best to recall any information he might have on anyone named Arlo.

"Arlo..? Uh, well... He has like, black fluffy hair with blonde bangs. And greenish eyes? I think?" Whitney stops, trying to think of any good descriptions of him. "Oh, he's short. Shorter than me. He's part of the newspaper club. Um... He's likes to take pictures of flowers and stuff."

"Huh... Little guy who likes to take pictures?" March scratches at his head. "... Oh. Oh! OH! Ha, that's the little loverboy!" He suddenly starts laughing hysterically.

"Little... Loverboy? That's not really a word I think most people would use to describe him. A-are you sure we're talking about the same person..?"

"Absolutely! I know the little guy veryyy well! Even if he doesn't know a lot about me." March takes a swig from his water bottle, still trying to calm down his laughter. "Oh, man! Imagining him, singing? That's hilarious, I didn't think he had it in him."

Whitney's ears twitch as she listens to March laugh. "Uh... Okay, explanation? Maybe..?? When you say it like that, i-it just sounds like you're stalking him."

"Oh please, he wishes I was stalking him. Almost everything I know about him is against my will. Yeah, I call him loverboy because he's like... Dating Neige, or something. I don't really know, but Neige will sometimes spend the entirety of lunch gushing about the guy. I call him little because, he's short. And it makes him mad when I call him little."

"So... You have met him? Since when? He doesn't come anywhere near Heartslabyul. At least, I haven't seen him around here."

"Yeah, once. Maybe twice, I can't remember. Neige was talking about the guy so much I just had to see what all the buzz was about. He was so angry, like a little Chihuahua, it was fucking hilarious bro." He says, chucking at the memory. "But yeah, I just followed Neige here once to meet him before going to the unbirthday party."

"You followed Neige to meet Arlo? It still sounds like you're stalking him, March. Do I need to report you to school security? I have the app, you know."

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. As if your shitty headmage would do anything about it anyways." March rolls his eyes, thinking about the NRC headmage. The only way he could picture the guy actually doing anything is if it made it on the news or something. "Back to the topic at hand, please? So, do you know where the town is?"

".. Huh..?" She pauses again. "Uh, no, not really. B-but if you need the address, Cater would probably give it to you." Whitney takes a seat at her bed now, a bad feeling crawling up her spine.

"Nah, won't ask him. The town's name is what again? We can find it on Google maps or something." Shuffling comes from the other side of the phone. "You're on speaker now, say hi to the wind."

Whitney frowned, not liking the way the conversation was heading. "We? Wait, why- Hi wind... W-why do we need to figure out where the town is? I'm sure Cater will remember to post pictures and videos, if that's what you want-"

"Nah, this ain't about him Nini. We're gonna go to the competition too." March declares, texting Whitney a link on Google maps to the town's location. "Look, see? It's not that bad. We don't even need a car or anything, you can just create a rabbit hole and boom! We'll be there in no time."

"You want to go to the competition?! Why?!" Whitney yells out louder then intended, suddenly covering her mouth and whispering into the phone. "W-we can't go! We weren't invited!"

"Really? So what if we weren't invited? It's a public event, isn't it? We don't need anyone's permission to be there. It'll be easy, we'll just go sign up and preform and then win the big grand prize at the end! You don't even have to sing, you can just sit back and look pretty while I enchant the crowd with my dazzling vocals. Hear, listen-" March takes a deep breath, preparing to demonstrate his singing skills.

"No!" Whitney interrupts, "Y-you don't get it! They all know who I am! Everyone i-in the group he brought along- Arlo knows who I am! A-and I don't think he likes me very much..." She says with a dejected tone, unbraiding her hair to try and de-stress. "I-I can't just show up to his home town for some event! Do you know how weird that is?? He's in the newspaper club too, he'll probably tell everyone what a creep I am and then everyone at school will know! 'Hey guys, uhh you know that weird bunny girl from class C? Yeahhh she like totally followed me to my hometown and then tried to play it off by bringing her friend with her.' I can't live like that!"

March scowls, huffing loudly into the phone mic to voice his displeasure. "Well, first of all don't interrupt me. Second of all, there's no reason to freak out. He's just an asshole who hates everyone, his hatred won't be specifically aimed at you. If anything, he'll probably aim it at me cause I like pissing him off- Always remember Nini, please everyone is hard. Making everyone mad is easy, and funny."

Whitney stays silent, brushing through her hair with her fingers. "... I-I don't know, March. Even if nobody will hate my guts for the rest of my school life..." She trails off, not knowing how to finish her sentence.

March groans dramatically at this, moving his phone closer to his mouth as he speaks. "Nini! You're such a party pooper cause you're so indecisive. I'm making the decision for you, we're going to the competition. You're gonna have fun, so quit fussing about every little detail! One of these days we're gonna get you some benzodiazpines for whatever anxiety you got, I swear." March mumbles the last part under his breath, rolling his eyes. "I'll do all the planning and stuff, just be ready to head out by tomorrow, k? I guess by like, 3 or something. Great, bye!"

"W-what? March, wait-!" She tries to stop, but March suddenly hangs up the phone on her, leaving her alone in the quiet dorm. She sighs, taking out her pocket watch to check the time. "3pm tomorrow..? We'd probably arrive before Arlo's group does. I'll have to take all my assignments with me, and triple tell Riddle that I'll be leaving. And pick out all my money for the trip to make sure we don't starve..." Whitney frowns, not exactly fond of this suddenly change in her usual schedule. "I hate taking trips..." She shakes her head, her ears twitching again as she stands up from her bed and looks around. "... Well, we're doing this I guess. Better start preparing.."

Thanks for reading!

#art #my art #kumikoart #oc #oc art #oc artwork #disney twst #my ocs #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #moonlight song competition

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mangomode · 6 months ago

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[Authors note - I found this in my drafts and decided to publish it cos I'm never gonna finish it. I'd appreciate any sort of feedback! Seriously, Tumblr notifications fill me with unbridled joy.]

Camping!!

Rise Raphael X GN!Reader

(Self-deprecation, teasing, implied romantic feelings, the very slightest bit of suggestiveness at the end <- does it even count? Idk)

Raphael sits next to you at the campfire, impaling a marshmallow with a roasting stick as he distractedly sings along to the music coming from Leo's speaker. The night is serene. A slight breeze ruffles the green grass and leaves around you all, and the stars and moon bathe everything in a silver light. The fire sparks and crackles.

Raph had pulled up a chair to sit next to you, even though he could have sat anywhere. Is that a sign? You glance at him nervously and look away just as quick. He doesn't notice, doesn't look at you with those big kind eyes of his. Hopeful expectancy, that's how he always looks at you. Like you're about to do a backflip or solve world hunger. You wonder if he finds himself disappointed when you're nothing special.

"Y/N? You good? You don't seem to be having fun." He snaps you out of your thoughts. His eyes look good in the firelight, and the corners of his mouth turns down in a worried frown that almost catches you off guard, or it would, if he wasn't so much of a sweetheart. It's been a while since he spoke. You can't just keep admiring him. You need to reply.

"Oh, um, no, I'm fine. Just lost in thought, zoning out. I tend to just stare into the fire and lose track of everything, you know?" You laugh, ha-ha, convincing, right?

He hands you a s'more, the marshmallow exactly how you like it, and you manage a small genuine smile that he returns. "Thanks, Raph..."

"It's no problem." He grins. "Man, it's nice that we get to be out in the open like this, without being too worried about being seen."

"I hope Splinter's ok." You say between bites of the delicious treat.

Donnie answers. "He'll be fine, I have S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. catering to his every desire."

"He's probably passed out on the couch as usual." Leo chuckles, his usual smirk accentuated in the firelight. Everyone laughs a little. "Not to change the subject, but where's your tent, Raph? It's not exactly where you left it, you know..."

Leonardo gives the most shit-eating grin, and Raphael looks so distressed that you look to where his tent used to be, and, low and behold, it wasn't there anymore. Raph is very audible, although he doesn't say anything at all, it's mostly stuttering and struggling to respond. His brothers laugh.

"How is that funny?" You almost laugh. It sounds like such a ridiculous think to laugh at. You look at Raph curiously.

"I-its just, um... y-you know... it could be dangerous out here! W-wolves and stuff! So I just, uh, just thought that maybe you shouldn't be all by yourself! Is... is all..." Raph makes out, visible sweating, causing his brothers to laugh. You can't tell if it's the orange firelight or his blush, and you hope it's the same for you, because you can faintly see his tent in the distant darkness; a few feet from yours. "You could get ramshackle-d!" He finishes.

"I do not think you even know what ramshackle means." Donnie looks at Raph with an expression of annoyance, and Mikey responds.

"Y/N seems like the kinda guy that would get ramshackle-d!"

"Man, I'll ramshackle your face!" You laugh, very grateful for the relief of awkwardness and glance at Raph, who looks absolutely anxious. You stare at him for a second. "It's getting late, I think I'll turn in now. Night, guys."

You walk into the dark, the chorus of "good nights" following you before the only sound you can hear is the crunching of rocks under your feet and Leo's annoying voice faintly saying, "I think your girlfriend wants you to go to bed now, Raph."

You blush and shake your head. Leo is a jerk, that much is certain. As for the rest of it...

#rise raph x reader #Rise raphael x reader #rottmt x reader #rottmnt #x reader #camping #wip #raphael #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt

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jaylleoo14 · 2 years ago

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An Octopus's First Impression

I have so much brainrots but im not a good enough writer to put them into actual stories and stuff😭 AHHHH TEH PAIN (If it isnt obvious enough I have low confidence in myself with my writing ability TT) But yes, Hello! This is going to be my debut as a twst writer and perhaps for other fandoms too<3 for now I am most comfortable writing for twst though, but please do enjoy your visit on my page!

Azul has yet to make a proper introduction to you

Part II

>GN!ReaderxAzul

[disclaimer] A rather desperate and calculative Tako

[characters] Azul and the other sillies that get in his way X3

When you first arrived at NRC Azul was surely not one of the individuals you'd paid mind to. The first dorm leaders that made their appearances known to your acknowledgment first was Vil because of his striking awe-stunning and jaw dropping beauty, Kalim because of his outward friendliness and radiating-welcoming personality, and lastly Riddle because of his fierce strictness to follow the school rules accordingly (And along with other respective proper and prim mannerisms and clothing rules to abide by whenever your paths were crossed)

Idia of course did not make his presence known and you literally did not know of him only until later after meeting Orthro, and even then you've only heard of him and never actually seen him. I mean cmon, who has honestly?

Leona is always hiding away, lazing around somewhere as he naps away into his own comfort so you dont even encounter him until some magical fateful day, but thats a story for another time :)

Although perhaps meeting him already when everyone is asleep, you arent really formally introduced to Malleus. So until then, you technically havent met Malleus for multiple reasons that are rather lengthy to list.

And then there's Azul. oooooh boy. Despite how interested he is in you regarding your sudden magical predicament and trying to approach you, you somehow always seem to be going astray from your interactions with him

He's tried to approach you, ensuring he'd give a lasting impression on you as he's heading on over to greet you properly

though things dont go as planned when Lilia is suddenly snatching you away to go entertain a certain activity of his out of nowhere

Or when you're being chased by a random Savanaclaw student with a bread bun in your mouth and Grim buried in your side as your arm wraps around him securely, holding about 4x amount of food in his paws (Cater in the background taking pictures of this and posting it on his magicam #delinquent #hungry for some breadbunz #Getting chased #My junior is so cute and trouble some #Uh oh trouble!)

Perhaps if it weren't for those troublesome classmates of yours, ah yes - Ace and Deuce - then you wouldn't be stuck in a tree branch right now with that troubling huntsman below you trying to help you down and he would by now be shaking hands with you

Why are you just all over the place?! You've already met with that Lazy Lion when all he did was sleep on the floor and you miraculously tripped over him, resulting in him catching you in his arms before you fell face first into the hard cobblestoned floor! He didnt even do anything to try and approach you so why is it that despite all his meticulous planning on trying to approach you and make an appearance, it just never happens?! Not only that but you're now indebted to that second prince just for you to do him a solid and fetch him a meat sandwich. Seriously, what a waste of a perfect opportunity

Do you perhaps already know who he is? Is that it? Are you actively trying to avoid him?! You're stressing him out already here Prefect, hello?! Its very important for a business man to expand his connections, you know. You two have never even properly met! Now that wont do at all, he must make his appearance now. Especially when you can offer that lovely little dwelling of yours for a branch of his add on of the Mostro Lounge with some talking and persuasion of course :)

He's been carefully looking over your schedule, trying to figure out what classes you go to at what time and when; will we be able to cross paths here? What about when you head on over to your chem class? You have lunch with who and where? Noted, now he can definitely prepare to approach you now. Is he desperate? Of course not, he's just ought to give you a proper greeting is all! Its not weird that he's trying to remember your schedule and trying to talk to you and-

You're in the library, studying up on some topics you don't quite get in your history class. The library was rather quaint and tranquil, a nice aesthetically pleasing place to help you go over your lessons and to study. You had a test coming up in Professor Trein's class and that was something you did NOT want to fail in again. Failing once or perhaps twice or maybe even a possible third time but who knows was already enough to bring your grade down to get a harsh scolding from Riddle and a sympathetic look from Trey

Your face all in the book, your notes plastered and sprawled out on the side where they rest on the table, and your other needed stationary next to you, you were in a environment where no one was around for you to focus up and study hard

Well, no one around except for Azul

Perfect! This is a great opportunity to approach you now! No one is around and he can even talk up into having you indebted to him by helping you study! This situation is rather perfect if he says so himself

A confident look spreads across his face as he walks on over to you, a perfect and professional air surrounding him

"Good evening Prefect, It's a pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance. I do apologize on interrupting your study session here but I would like the humbling experience to introduce myself."

A nice and firm smile is sprawled on his face as his hand is outstretched towards yours to make a formal shake. You look up from your book and stare at his hand, soon taking it as you sit and ponder only for a second

"Oh, aren't you that guy who couldn't get above 10 inches off the floor while riding his broomstick?"

Crack. After finally being able to introduce himself for GOD KNOWS HOW LONG, you know him for THAT?! For sevens sake! Not as Octavinelle's Dorm leader, BUT "that guy who couldn't get above 10 inches off the floor"

God he wants to go curl away and hide now. His hand flinching as you mention so but you keep a firm hold on his to give him a proper shake, a little oblivious to his faltering demeanor

"I think Floyd mentioned you before too. You're that boss running Mostro Lounge he said right? I think he said your name was-"

"Azul Ashengrotto." Clearing his throat a little before he continues "It's a pleasure to meet you (y/n)" Azul is quick to regain his composure and returns the firm hold. How strong you grip and how long you shake is incredibly important in dealing with business, especially when wanting to make lasting impressions to expand your social networks

In his mind though he wants to quickly eradicate that impression you have about him, and thus he asks to join you - to which you complied - in hopes of overwriting and hopefully making you forget that horrific thing you witness regarding his flight skills

And of course Floyd just had to meet you before he did. Its not really surprising considering his boisterous personality and extroverted behavior when in the mood, but perhaps Jade has also met you then too. Considering that those two tend to be near one another

No, of course he's not feeling bitter that even those two slimy eels met you first. Of course he's not feeling a little irritated that they didnt try to strike you up into making a deal with him. Or maybe the fact that whatever those two were doing they'd at least try to make you two meet! Afterall, he did tell them to send you over once due to his interest in you. But he then adverts his attention back onto you when mention how you are currently studying for an upcoming test

You dont know him at all yet, so you let yourself be completely vulnerable. Looking like the smart and reliable gentleman that he is, you ask him to help you study. Oh how you make it so easy for him, he didnt even need to offer!

With a pleasant smile on his face, his slick and gloved fingers pushing up the frame of his glasses, he happily accepts with a sweet tone in his voice as you both sit together and go over the lessons together

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