#deuce spade oneshots

[trappolia]

HOT THINGS HE DOES FOR YOU ── deuce spade + gn!reader,

i. runs a hand through his hair and curses like a sailor when an algebra problem has been bothering him for too long. it messes up all his hard work in maintaining his appearance from this morning, but he’s far too upset to care. this goes for any moment of frustration for him too. sometimes his hair is so messy, you can catch the few strands of faded blond that he had failed to cover up when he dyed his hair before nrc, like the hints of his delinquent past are peeking through in more ways than one. there’s a frustrated look in his eyes that you’re a little guilty to admit you’re attracted to, and the way he spits out words definitely unexpected from an honour student makes your heart race in the strangest way … though, if you try catch his attention, he’s back to the deuce you know ─ wide doe eyes and a little lost. it makes your head spin, in the best way.

ii. takes your bags or anything that looks like it weighs more than necessary and carries them from you without even asking. most of the time this happens mid-conversation, like when he catches up with you at the hallway on your way to your next class. you’d engage in casual conversation, and suddenly he’s gently taking the straps of your bag and tugging it out of your hands, holding it in your stead while never breaking eye contact as he listens to you ramble about crewel's last lecture. and if you hold out your hand for him to give back your bag, he might just flush a little bit red and move your bag to his other side hastily, intertwining your fingers with his as he tugs you along gently to continue your journey, like he'd rather "embarrass himself" by pulling such a bold move rather than letting you carry your own stuff.

iii. always asks if it’s okay to kiss you. you’re sure than a decade could pass by, and he’d still be just as shy when it comes to kissing you. even when you give him your permission, he starts off with a shy brush of his lips against your own, a little peck or two, before diving back for more. he’ll ask every single time too. "are you sure? is it okay? can i really kiss you?" you’re not sure if your heart is pounding because of his lovely consideration of you or the fact that he can never find it in himself to stop asking for more once you let him have it the first time.

iv. starts bringing along his old leather jacket for you when you visit his hometown in the early spring or autumn. he says he brings it just in case you get cold, but you’re not oblivious enough that you don’t notice how the street punks keep their distance after doing a double take when they see you clad in the deuce spade’s leather jacket– some of them even offer their help with your groceries without being asked. it’s sort of funny and actually rather helpful in keeping out of trouble, but at the end of the day, you realise that deuce doesn’t see draping his old leather jacket over your shoulders as an act of possessiveness, but rather a way to keep you safe and protected in a subtle way. somehow, that sends your heart racing even more than the thought of him being possessive over you.

v. has an entire section of notes in his phone dedicated to you; like his regular school notes, messy and disorganised, but they’re filled with everything you could imagine. general things you like, little details of his day that reminded him of you, songs to put in playlists for you, and even pictures of stuff that you looked at while you were grocery shopping together. it’s complete with little observations and notes like they like to have the window seat but don’t want to bother people by asking, so let them board first so they can take it for themselves or they seem to like this type of snacks. maybe ask mom to send some of that one brand from the store back home in her next package. it’s the little but dedicated actions that show how much he really cares for you.

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[cursedcola]

Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul (here!), Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia(Pt.1)(Pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case. Note: These are all if he is the one proposing btw. I've been thinking about maybe programming a small fan-made mini-otome using these ideas. Just for some practice for school while also being self indulgent hehe

Riddle Rosehearts

Very traditional, but this is expected. He asks your closest of kin (a cat, to his horror) for permission to propose. Regardless of Grimm's answer, there is already a ring that's been purchased. This is merely formality

He comes up with an elaborate plan to execute the 'perfect' proposal. Riddle maps it all out and runs multiple drafts by his childhood friends. Everything must go perfectly - or else you might not accept. Is it likely that not presenting you with exactly 12 red roses with the spikes trimmed and arranged with 6 sprigs of baby's breath will be the reason you decline? Likely not. Will he chance it though? No.

Despite all his planning, he is a nervous wreak. Our red prince is great at masking it though. He plans an entire evening down to the last detail. You both go to a upscale restaurant that serves your favorite cuisine under the pretense that you're celebrating an amazing jab offer Riddle received the day prior. There's dinner, dancing, a romantic atmosphere, and delightful conversation (he prepared conversation topics in advance in case he felt nervous).

Oh look, there just so happens to be an outdoor garden to take an evening stroll through. Would you like to go?

Of course you would, and he asks you to wait outside as he visits the restroom. After you pass through the back door, a nearby waiter slips him the bouquet of twelve roses that he dropped off in the morning. He counts them, checks the stems, the ribbon holding them together, and with a relieved sigh he reaches into his pocket.

Riddle nestles the engagement ring within the core of the center rose, and for a moment his anxiety quells. He looks through the outside door's windowpane, and sees you patiently waiting for him while admiring the garden lights. The anxiety returns, but he's ready. With a knuckle-white grip on the flowers, he passes through the doors.

"Hello...I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I had a matter of great importance to attend to - wha? No! Not that- ugh. I wasn't in the restroom! Only you would make such a childish remark on such an important day...No, do not apologize. I was not referring to my career. Perhaps these flowers will provide some clarity. I hope they are to you liking,"

When you notice the ring, he gently takes it and gets down on one knee. Riddles heart rattles against his ribcage, and his the mask of calm falters. He holds out the ring with one hand, and the other lightly trembles as it reaches for yours.

"Would you do me the honor of becoming my spouse? I promise that you will be cared for dearly, and that I will work tirelessly to become a husband that you will be proud of,"

{Riddle's ring is a mix of new and old. Tradition dictates a diamond for a wedding ring, but he knows better. Riddle wants you to think of him every time you see this ring, so he chooses to stray. Three rubies sit nested in diamonds. The color of his hair, which you love to poke fun of so much. It represents how he is willing to consistently change while still holding on to his core values, all so he can become a husband worthy of you}

Trey Clover

A simple man, and therefore takes a simple approach. The depth of his proposal lies in the timing. He does not know when he will be ready to commit, or how to tell if you are ready to as well.

Trey puts proposing off for the longest time. He acts in baby steps. The idea toys with him for months, until one day he convinces himself that he is ready. After that he slowly begins to look at rings, and think of ideas. He wants to be original, but would that overwhelm you? He would sooner die than do something tacky like a public proposal at a concert or event...but is that something you might want?

If there is one thing Trey is certain about, its that rejection would break him. He knows that your relationship would never be the same if he proposed too early, or if he managed to royally screw it up. He's not a fan of attention. This is awful. Oh Great Sevens it's a pressure that he never dreamed of having to undergo.

But if he doesn't propose...would you? Are you waiting for him? what if you're thought process is the same as his?

Completely out of character for Trey, he ends up proposing on impulse. He woke up one morning and saw the ring tucked away in his sock drawer. For the millionth time he had to face the "I should just do it," thoughts and decided to act on them

The day is new, neither of you had work, and a quick glance over his shoulder proves that you would be soundly sleeping for at least the next hour. So what's he do? Trey puts on his nicest casual clothes. Nothing formal, but also nothing that is sloppy. Then he marches downstairs and starts to make breakfast. He decides to prepare tarts, a reminiscence of your days as students and where you first met. As he arranges them on a platter, he places the ring inside one made with your favorite flavor. It peaks out just enough for anyone to notice, and with a huff Trey steps back to admire his work.

His hands are slightly clammy, and quickly moves to busy himself in fear he might chicken out. It helps for a time, until he hears your footsteps approach the kitchen, followed by a sleepy 'good morning' and arms wrapping around his torso

He steels himself, and turns over in your arms to kiss the top of your head. With a nervous laugh, Trey gestures to the platter of fruit tarts and smiles at how the sight of food causes you to perk up. Like clockwork, you reach for your favorite flavor and quickly notice the metal chunk inside

He reigns in panic as you dig the ring out and eye it with a quirked brow. A moment of silence passes before it clicks, and you whip to gawk at him with the largest bugeyes he has ever seen. Wordlessly, Trey takes the ring, wipes off any crumbs with his shirt, and takes your hands in his

"I'm sorry to spring this on you so early in the morning. It must be quite the wakeup call, huh? Haha...The truth is, I have wanted to give this to you for such a long time. I simply did not know how. I had a burst of courage this morning, and am honestly running on pure adrenaline. I love you...I want to spend our lives together. Will you marry me?"

{Trey's ring is a single pearl on a gold band. He feels that the ring should reflect it's wearer, and you are one of the most naturally beautiful people he has ever seen. There is beauty in simplicity - in seeing things as they are with no modifications. You do that for him, and he loves how your relationship is authentic}

Cater Diamond

Marriage? Huh. See, in the past that was a no-go. Very constricting and he didn't enjoy the idea of getting linked to someone in that regard. An s/o with no legal binding? Sure. It's just a title anyways, right? That kind of thing shouldn't matter in the long run.

Except it did end up being relevant, and now Cater wants to beat himself up because he explicitly told you once things were getting serious that he wasn't interested in marriage. You were fine with doing either and left the decision up to him. Very nice of you to be so nonchalant , and now he knows that marriage isn't 'off the table'. There is a chance.

A chance that requires him to both propose and take back his initial stance. Which is kind of humiliating. The take back part, not the proposal. Cater is confident that he can blow you away. He doesn't need shoddy internet advice, or to to do extensive research to be perfect. Nope. It's all in his noggin. He knows you like the back of his hand and therefore can concoct a speech to woo you easily.

So what comes first, the chicken or the egg? Does he try to casually tip you of that he's interested in getting married before trying to propose? No. That would be incredibly dull and ruin the element of surprise. Cater always hated those crappy half-baked romance films where the loser male lead is all 'oh honey I promise I will propose. Just give me time,' because hello???? You spoiled it??? Also don't make promises that you don't plan to keep, douchebag. How dull.

He decides that it's all or nothing. Cater spends an entire night online shopping for a ring. He already knows all of your sizes...don't ask how or why. Anyway, ordering is a cinche. Just ignore his eyebags the next day and his snappy attitude. He can't even whine about how tired he is because that would mean he has to say why he didn't sleep and -EUGH. He is torn between his two loves. Complaining for attention, and wooing you for attention. It's rough.

It comes in the mail, and after checking the package he decides to seal it back up again. It looks untouched thanks to his skills. Then, he sets up the living room to look like he is filming a video for his magicam. Specifically an unboxing video, and makes sure to let you know that it's from one of your favorite companies.

You take the bait, and he asks you to join him. Even if your camera shy, he insists that for just this one video you hop on. He might be a bit tricky and give you ideas about the product in the box (making sure to align them with a hobby or fandom that you're into). He sets the camera to record, plops down casually at your side, and hands you the box cutter. Go crazy.

Cater can't help but giggle when you open the box - just to pull out another small box. You eye it cautiously, now suspicious that this might be a prank. He urges you to open the box, and you do so while holding it at arms-length away from your face.

The ring's gem sparkles in the camera light, and he watches amused as you pull it closer. With a shaky hand, you take it out of the box and inspect it. With the way you side-eye him, Cater can tell that you're wondering if this situation is a cruel prank...

"Tada~~ You like? -- WAIT! Before you get upset just let me explain! There is no video. That was a lie, and I'm sorry for it. I surprised you good though, right?...ahem, uhm. I'm not pranking you. If you feel the same, then I want for us to get married! I know what I said before, and I take it back. The time we have spent together made me realize that I only felt that way - well, because I was unable to imagine liking someone enough to share my life. So...do you want to marry me?"

{A diamond for a diamond. Diamonds are reflective. They glitter, and are clear. They are also viewed as the best choice for a ring, but in actuality they have are not. They're only considered perfect because of marketing. In actuality, they're quite the opposite. This same reasoning applies to Cater - and you understand. Yet, you still love him. The diamond represents himself, and the heart shape is to remind you how much you mean to him}

Deuce Spade

He may be young, but he is not stupid...alright. Deuce is not always stupid. Sometimes? Yes. He makes poor decisions and lets his emotions get the better of him.

This? Not a poor decision, and he will never EVER think twice about it. From the moment the idea entered Deuce's head, it was decided. HE would become your husband. Nothing would stop him.

It began during his final year at Night Raven College. Graduation approached, and everyone was excited. Everyone, except for one person. You. He didn't notice it at first, being too hung up over how he actually managed to do well in school. Get this, he even became Heartslabyul Drumhead after Riddle graduated! What an honor! His mother was proud of him, and he was proud of himself! He had career aspirations, plans to get a home back home, and even a lovely s/o to flaunt. Life was great.

What...do you mean? That you're not going back with him? The Queendom of Roses is such a beautiful place! He's certain that you'll love it and can become adjusted. Why do you want to stay at this academy? Was three years not enough?

Deuce has never gotten mad at you before. A little miffed, sure, but never frustrated. He didn't like it. Not these feelings, or how he failed to notice that you planned this from the start. He was so wrapped up in his own happiness, that he failed to see that you felt troubled over his assumptions. It stung. In a moment of weakness, he left you alone, scared that he might raise his voice at you.

He needed to think. Alone. Thankfully he moved past sharing a room with Ace when Deuce became Housewarden. His phone rang many times. Some calls from you, Ace, his mother...for once, Deuce didn't think her advice could help him. Not when he was so confused.

He thought over his dreams for after college. They were the same that he had since prior to enrolling. Nothing changed...except for you and the other unexpected friends he made along the way. It began to settle within him that the unpredicted parts were more important to him than what he initially planned. The image of him as a successful worker, on his own, and being successful were all hollow if they didn't include you. Deuce wasn't upset that you planned to stay at NRC, he was upset that you didn't plan to stay with him.

Or did you? He interpreted it as such in the moment, but he's not so sure. All Deuce knows is that you're his best friend and the love of his life. If you stay here without him, will that change? He doesn't want to find out.

The next day, he's determined. It's impulsive, this he knows. Yet it's what feels right in his heart and Deuce has always trusted his gut instinct. This choice is entirely on him. No one's advice to excuse it if you don't reciprocate, and yet he isn't afraid. He might not have a ring, or fancy offerings. All he has is his love to offer, and a willingness to work around any obstacle. The hurt from the night prior sill aches in his chest, but he has done difficult things before. The pain merely serves as a reminder for how he hurt you, and what his future might be like if he doesn't act.

He finds you before breakfast. When the first rays of sunshine peak over the horizon and the air is still moist with morning dew. You lingered in the hall of mirrors, specifically near the portal to Heartslabyul Hall. Your presence startled him, and he nearly headbutt you from the speed he was going through the portal. Were you...planning to visit him? His heart shuddered in a mix of guilt and happiness. Even after the way he behaved, you still cared.

Upon closer inspection, you appear just as disheveled as him. He must have caused you a great deal of worry...damn it. He can't even be mad at himself. Not with things as they are.

Before you have a chance to speak, he hushes you. Deuce's jaw sets in determination and he reaches into his uniform pocket. He pulls out a paper ring. One that children often give each other on the playground when playing family. He then gets down on one knee, and holds it out with both hands.

"I am sorry. I never intended to hurt you, or push my ambitions on to you. I simply love you more than anything else, and was afraid that you did not want to be together anymore. I was afraid...that being apart would take away what we have. I realize that I was wrong. I didn't see it happening, but being with you has caused me to develop dreams beyond what I initially planned. Nothing I imagine feels right, unless you are in the picture. I don't have a proper ring prepared just yet...but will you marry me? I promise that no matter where we are - for better or worse, I will make you happy. I swear it!

{Your initial ring is made out of his most recent homework assignment. It's frail, and one drop of water will break it. However, he meticulously folded it and it is the byproduct of many imperfect prototypes. The paper ring truly represents who Deuce is. It's rushed, fragile, and full of love}

{He chooses a vintage ring. With both of your initials engraved on the center, he hopes that this ring attests to a promise no matter where you both are. It's rose-gold, not as bright as pure gold but still beautiful. The mixed color represents the different worlds you both come from, as well as your melded life}

Ace Trappolla

Ace tends to get comfortable, and when that happens it is difficult to ignite change. However, he is also headstrong. More than many give him credit for. So once the problem is identified, it's only a matter of time until he does something about it. What he does isn't necessarily always the best solution, sure; however, when threatened he will indeed act.

Initially Ace did not plan to find love. For a long time, he rejected it and passed his feelings off as a small crush. You're attractive, he's a man, a lil of this and a lil of that - who wouldn't feel a little heart throb once in a while? It only became an issue when you became one of his best friends. It felt like he was betraying you with these thoughts. They became a problem.

His first solution was to repress them further. Like stated, he noticed a problem and so he acted. Was this the best choice? No. It ended in a dumpster-fire. Any time another student even remotely expressed interest in you, Ace felt threatened. He couldn't spend time at your side without indecent thoughts popping up. Not like 'that' (geez, get your mind out of the gutter people), but more so domestic. Ick. What was happening?!

He couldn't hold it in, and his confession will forever be known as a feels-dump that started with you sharing half of your grilled-cheese with him because he missed lunch.

Yeah. Humiliating. Ugh.

Now you're his partner, of a long time. A very, very, very long time. Years post graduation. You both have settled into life together, so why tack a title? It's not like those mean anything, right? Everything was perfect as is, and weddings are expensive. You never brought it up either, so why worry?

Well, those titles do mean things in the eyes of the law. Ace never thought to get documentation about emergency contacts and whatnot updated. So when hit his head and got a concussion when jogging? The hospital wouldn't let you in. Not until he woke up, which was the longest four hours of your life.

You didn't express how much it bothered you, but words weren't necessary. The muted panic that you tried to hold back was enough. He expected you to enter his room angry, but instead all he got was defeat. That sight alone hurt worse than the leg.

The event got Ace thinking about things he hadn't in a long time - like marriage. He got too comfortable after letting the thought go once. To him, you were already irreplicable. Years do that, and he's certain that you feel the same way about him. If his young self could see him now...pah, he was such a turd. All 'I don't need anyone,' and empty words to play tough-guy. Little did he know that the person he would need the most in life was only a dimension-hop away haha.

It's that simple, really. No panic or nervousness. Ace decided definitively that he was going to marry you, and it only took years of being an airhead to figure it out.

He spends the night in the hospital for surveillance, and the staff is kind enough to prove you with a cot to sleep on. He stubbornly drags it next to his bed, and once you're sleeping soundly he 3slips a bandage over your ring finger to take the measurement

He planned to go buy the ring instantly after being discharged, but you wouldn't leave his side. Nagging about bed-rest and taking it easy...ugh! He needs to do this thing! No, he can't tell you about it. It's a secret!.....ugh, fine. One more day. Just because he loves the attention.

The next morning after, he's excitedly going to the nearest jewelers. He doesn't have a particular ring in mind, but he's done some research! It's the idea behind the ring that's important anyways....alright. Maybe he'll call up Cater.

Ace does nothing extravagant. He sticks to comfort. You, him, both eating dinner while watching a movie on the TV that evening. He quickly scarfs down his meal within the first 10 minutes and runs to your shared room after ditching his dishes. Stashed in his wallet, he pulls put the ring and hides it in his palm.

Ace tries to be smooth. He dims the living room lights, and sits down closer to you than before. He moves to take your hand with the one holding the ring, and sneak it on to your finger.

It fails, obviously. Who wouldn't notice someone trying to shove a piece of metal on their finger? You pull away on instinct, and the ring falls between the couch cushions. He freaks out for a moment and sifts through them as you continue to eat between giggles. Only when he holds the ring up in triumph do you quiet down.

"Not so funny now, is it? - Nah, just kidding. It was pretty funny....although I wanted this to be a bit more romantic. Eh. It's fine. From the look on your face, I'm guessing that you know what this is?...Uhh. Yeah. I thought it was a good time, y'know? We've been together so long that I already do think of you as my partner. I think you feel the same? Feel free to jump in if not....but, yeah. I love you. A lot. I'd really like to make it official, and I'm sorry it took me so long to get the guts to ask. Will you marry me?"

{Tradition is for chumps. Ace wanted to get something fun and eye-catching. Many suggested otherwise, but this felt right. Your relationship has never been conventional and never will be. Hell, screw 'conventional,' because it's perfect as it is and so is this ring. He knows that this ring will draw your attention, and that's all he cares about}

End Note: None of the ring pictures are mine. I pulled them off of google images because - well, I had ideas and tried to find rings to match them. I write fanfic, not weld jewelry.

[twistedwonderlandobsession]

V2

Ace: What? Your all i ever wanted....You're beautiful

Yuu: Thank you but what else?

Ace:What else?

Yuu: Is beauty all that matters?

Deuce & Carter: *rapidly motioning no in every possible way*

Riddle: Ace, what else?

Ace: What else is there?

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Deuce & Carter: What else is there!?!?

Catrer: They say "Is beauty all that matters to you?"!

Deuce: and you say "What else is there?"!

[universaln0b0dy]

Fantasy (Twist v.s reader)

Summary: You have been made fun off by the magical people for a while, so you hse your ghost Camera to keep you company, but what if this turns into an obsession?

Note: credit to @fungifanart for the idea: https://www.tumblr.com/fungifanart/739605109692055552/to-all-of-the-twst-fandom-headcanoning-about-how?source=share

It was their idea and I am only writing it, with a bit of original sprinkles. (Also I am sorry if the reader is a bit to emotional)

Angst

"Duh, of course you can't help. Without magic you are kinda useless in this situation."

It hurt, they might have only said it because they wanted to be honest, but it hurt. You clench your fists and take a deep breath. "Don't let their comments get to you, they mean well." You think to yourself. But you know it doesn't help.

"You can't even do magic, what makes you think you can help in this situation?"

You always thought you needed to tough it out, grow a thicker skin or something, hide your vulnerability. You sit on your bed in Ramshackle playing around with your ghost camera. Hadn't you already proven you weren't useless?

There is a knock, it chimes through the whole of Ramshackle. You weren't expecting anyone, but it never stopped them from coming. Hastily you run down the stairs almost losing your footing in the process, but you catch yourself. You always catch yourself.

"Oh, hello Ace." You exclaim with the same smug smile you always had on your face. The orange haired male stood in front of you, you could see Deuce behind him. "Hey Prefect, we wanted to ask if you could come help us study in the library?" He was leaning against the door frame you shrug along with nodding to the side.

"Yeah, of course."

Before you can prepare yourself Ace starts dragging you towards the school building. You could remember when all of this started. Ace had said: "Damn prefect, you are slow." And grabbed your arm.

After this everyone in your friend group just dragged you around, even Jack, who you thought was the gentlest, personality wise, out of all of them.

In the library, Ace, Deuce and you try to study. The books are heavy and you were forced to carry all of them to the table you and your friends chose to sit at. "Hey Prefect, do you know what happened in the valley of thorns 100 years ago?" Deuce suddenly asks. You are taken aback, ready to answer, until Deuce smacks his hand against his face as if he just remembered something important.

"Sorry, I always forget how useless you are when it comes to studying. You know nothing about this place after all."

The word useless circles around in your brain, shouting it over and over again. You are useless. You are useless. You are useless. You are useless. You are useless. You are useless. You are useless. Over and over again your brain shoves those words down your throat and your lips twitch slightly in the corners, ready to frown. It doesn't help that Ace is laughing.

You hear Riddle rather than seeing him. "What is all this noise about? Don't you know there are rules in the library?" After you had helped him with his Overblot he had shown himself to be incredibly kind and understanding, sometimes.

"Sorry dormhead, Deuce just asked the prefect a question about our worlds history, wich they of course can't answer." Riddle shakes his head. "It's truly a pity someone like that was able to become a dorm head."

You turn out of the conversation. Even Riddle? Even Riddle would throw stuff against you? It was as if someone had rammed a knife into your stomach and was starting to twirl it around. Your heartbeat went fast and you felt uncomfortably warm, anxiety was mixing into your the whole thing.

Why the heck where you so damn emotional? They always said stuff like that, why are you still sad about it? You bite your lip, looking over to the clock on the wall.

"I don't feel to good, I think I will take a break." You mutter as you stand up. You wanted to leave before they could shatter you more. "My sevens, prefect! Not only are you bodily weak but also have a weak immune system." Ace laughs out.

It was as if something was cracking in you, slowly crumbling down. The wall you hid behind that had said: "They are only joking/mean well." Had completely broken down. You wondered why it had happened now. You had handled everything thrown at you with grace for half a year now. Why couldn't it just have stayed that way?

All the emotions you had hid and looked away now came washing over you like a tsunami. "I will take my leave, see you tomorrow!" You exclaim before fleeing out of the room. You were running out of the school as if you could run away from your emotions that way.

You close the door to Ramshackle behind you and lean against it, slowly sliding towards the ground, trying to calm your beating heart. There were tears in your eyes. Mindlessly you grab your ghost camera. "At least in those pictures they look like they would care."

It was like a silent wish, you wanted to hold onto the few good memories you had and then there was a flash. "Oi, prefect are you okay?" Ace stood in front of you, he looked like a sepia version of his real version, just that this one was.... friendlier.

"No, I just had a really harsh day. I kinda want to cry." You sniffles wiping your eyes. "Kinda ridiculous."

The photograph Ace sits down next to you and pats your shoulder brotherly. "I don't think its ridiculous, you have been strong for a while know. I think it's okay if you cry." Tears start to run down your face. Those were the words you so desperately wanted to hear, and words that the real Ace would never say.

You looked at the ghost camera. Would Deuce also be as nice as Ace. You couldn't even finish the thought as he stood in front of you, the same Sepia town over him.

"Prefect! What happened?" You look at Ace who gives you an encouraging nod and you vent the story to them. They are kind and understanding, patting your back in a comforting manner here and there.

After half an hour you smile. "Thank you guys." You stand up after having vented everything felt so mich better and Photo Ace and Deuce where much nicer than the real ones.

"I'll go try to fix the table." You mutter. Ace suddenly grins. "Let me help! You went through a lot today and with magic everything is easier." You sigh, letting him do what he wanted, you weren't sure if it would even work. After all he was just the product of a photograph and a tiny fraction of your imagination. To your suprise Ace fixes the table in under a minute and Deuce was helping with a chair. You smiled, maybe someone had heard your desperate wishes and decided to grant them.

The next day, you wake up, feeling more happier than ever. Photo-Ace and Deuce where back in your Camera, but you couldn't help but already miss them.

Grim sat in the kitchen munching on his tuna. He hadn't seen the photograph versions of anyone and you wanted it to stay that way.

You had class with Epel and Jack today. Both of them were pretty silent for the most part until Epel passed you a note. "Could you fo something useful for once and pass this over to Jack?" You sigh heavily before doing as you were told.

Later in the lesson, you feel something hit ths back of your head. Small paper balls hit the floor. You turn around, only to see a student whose name you didn't know smirk.

"Oi, Prefect, what is someone as weak as you doing in this lesson?" He snarls. You role your eyes, with the anxiety gone you feel a bit of confidence. "Don't you have better stuff to do? Like focusing on the lesson?" You mutter.

The students around you giggle. "Oh ho ho! Is the itty bitty prefect trying to stand up for themselves?" One of your eyes twitches. "Can't you just-" You can't finish the sentence.

"[Name] if you think you are so smart that you can talk through my lesson, you can gladly explain the answer to what I just asked." Everyone is laughing even Jack and Epel, the latter snarling: "They are so stupid."

There it was again, that pit in your stomach that was filling itself with anxiety.

At lunch you look to a space to sit at. Jack laughs, slapping your shoulder. Usually you would have laughed with him, but this time he did if so hard he knocked your lunch tray out of your hand. "Sevens, human can't you be more careful?" Sebek complains. You grit your teeth, hoping Jack would apologise to you, but he just sits down ignoring your presence. Okay, not really ignoring you.

"Sebek calm down, they are just to weak to handle a slight shoulder slap." You look at the food on the floor. You didn't have the money to buy another one, otherwise you would come short for the rest of the week. You clench your fist, couldn't Jack at least have apologised? You again sigh, cleaning up the stains, before leaving, back into Ramshackle.

You just wanted some support, any would do, even that of a photograph. You pull out one with Jack. "I wished you had apologised to me." The camera lights up and there is Jack with the sepia filter, his ears hanging low.

"I am sorry for hitting you." You smile. "I forgive you." You spend a bit of time with the photoph Jack, before deciding to also add Epel and the others to your little photograph circle.

You couldn't help but laugh, for the fist time you felt comfortable in the squad. Of course they were still ruff and made jokes, but the sepia versions of them were just nicer. You felt yourself growing addicted to that feeling. Until you heard Grim enter the dorm. Hastily you call back the illusions, who had helped you with homework, repairs and more.

"Hello Henchman!" Grim smiled at you. He was still nice, you wouldn't need a photograph version off him, but he was too good friends with the others and it irked you. He never stood up for you.

You sigh. "I will go to bed early tonight."

In your room you look at the ghost camera. Maybe you could just call on one of them one more time? You smile a sleepover would be fun. You imagine Ace and Deuce. Not knowing from now on everything would go downhill

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One week later.

The changes were subtle not noticable to the naked eye, but you changed out with your "friends" less and less, trying to spend as much time with the photo versions of them as possible.

On the second week you started confusing your friends with their real life versions, asking about event that never happened. You reduces your talk to the bare minimum.

Near the end of the third week, the real versions started to notice you weren't there anymore. You had grown addicted to that small little fantasy of yours and you would rather sleep than stay awake. The fantasies versions were such good friends, you guys would go to Sam's shop occasionally during moments no one was outside.

Sam was the first to notice. He had only read about the effects of a ghost camera in books, but he could tell. The version of Epel you were talking to wasn't the real one. Your eyes had a weird far away look to them, as if you were on drugs. He reported it to Crewel on the fourth week, but it was late.

You had stopped leaving Ramshackle all together. Grim was scared of you, you grew weirdly possessive of the ghost camera, everyone could tell it was harming you, sucking the life force out of you. But there was something else. The more of your time you spend with them the realer they got. There was no sepia filter on them anymore, you couldn't tell who was who anymore.

Your real friends tright finding an explanation, but they couldn't wrap their head around the idea it might he their fault. One day, near the fith week Crowley came to visit in order to forcefully take the ghost camera away from you, but you only sat there on your bed. You hadn't eaten in a few days. The ghost camera versions of your friends trying their best to nurse you back to health. You couldn't even fight Crowley as he took away the camera.

Everyone had the hope that you would return back to normal, your friends continued to joke, in hopes you would become like before. But once you taste the sweetness of the fantasy, you didn't want that bland taste of the real life.

There was no prefect anymore, just an empty shell.

Crowley inspected the ghost camera later. The ghost camera was heavier than before and another thing, its photos seemed to jump out of its container.

You had given your soul for something that wasn't real.

I could have let this end with the reader ending in a psych ward, but I didn't want to lace this on too heavy- I hope you enjoyed reading this, or at least had a good cringe....

(And no I am not crying, someone's cutting onions)

[zgvlt]

celebrating your birthday with the twst boys hcs part 1, ft. heartslabyul and savanaclaw x reader (separate)

read part 2 here read part 3 here read part 4 here

author's note: I wrote these both to celebrate my own birthday today, as well as to celebrate the Birthday Greeting feature added to TWST EN yesterday!

general tags: gender neutral reader, sfw, hcs for both prefect and non-prefect reader, platonic and romantic hcs, food mentions, runs on the assumption that reader wants to celebrate their birthday, not beta read

total wc: 5.8k+ words (500-900 words each character)

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

His initial reaction depends on how long it took you to inform him about your birthday. If you tell him at least a week in advance, he’ll thank you not only for extending an invitation, but for giving him a warning—it would have been troublesome if an Unbirthday Party were to be held on the day of your birth. 

If you tell him about your birthday late (or worse, inviting him to celebrate the day of it), Riddle’s face reddens on the spot, aghast and momentarily speechless, before diving into a series of complaints.

On the surface, it might seem like he’s scolding you for neglecting to inform him about your birthday in advance. The dorm’s already made preparations for the Unbirthday Party! They’re going to have to scrap all of those!

Inwardly, however, Riddle is incredibly troubled. You’re someone dear to him, so shouldn’t he have known such a special day was coming? Have you told him before? Impossible, there was no way such vital knowledge would have slipped his mind…

If he’s your friend or dorm leader, he feels terrible, and even worse if he’s your best friend or significant other. 

Still, Riddle knows that he should make up for it the best he can. If there’s really no time, the gift can come later—what was important was the celebration itself.

(If you’re the Ramshackle prefect, or someone who happens to be close with Ace and/or Deuce, expect Riddle to tell them off for not telling him to halt the Unbirthday Party preparations. They should have known better!)

It also doesn’t matter whether you’re a Heartslabyul student or not—birthdays should be celebrated as that—birthdays.

If you’re a Heartslabyul student, best know Riddle is making extra sure that everything is perfect. The Rules of the Queen of Hearts state that you can eat whatever you like on your birthday, so request anything you want… 

But, did the Queen say you could drink whatever you want? Would coffee still be banned? Would tea not be allowed due to that one stipulation? There’s the rule about parties and formal attire, too... Riddle thinks of all of this, seemingly stressing about your birthday more than you.

(Well, if you ask just politely enough, maybe bat your eyes for good measure, he will make an exception regardless. He’ll have the menu, the dress code, and even rose colors adjusted to your liking)

If you’re the Ramshackle Prefect, he gives you the option to celebrate your birthday in the Heartslabyul Dorm. You already spend so much time with them anyway, always a guest at their parties, always in the lounge hanging out with Ace and Deuce, so isn’t it natural to just spend your birthday with them? You can even invite your friends from other dorms if you wish to do so! 

If you choose to hold it in Ramshackle, or even another dorm, well, he’ll be a tad disappointed if he’s someone close to you, but he doesn’t throw a fit over it. He can just show his appreciation for you some other way—through a gift that he certainly, most definitely did not overthink about before purchasing, or perhaps something he can do for you, like creating study guides for you or taking you for a horse ride (Vorpal, his preferred horse, would like you… he thinks).

Most importantly, he’ll be there and present for your party for as long as he can afford to be.

If you’re a Heartslabyul student, he’ll even choose to simply look away from any rule offending this one day! 

If you’re his partner, he dotes on you especially so, knowing the importance of spending time with your significant other during these types of occasions. He might even ask if he can celebrate with dinner later tonight, just the two of you. He takes the chance to show how seriously he takes your relationship, and that he doesn’t see you as just a school romance thing.

Basically, expect Riddle to pay extra attention to you on your birthday—all good, of course. If there’s anything crooked in your uniform he’ll still point it out, but he’s a whole lot gentler with you. A wonderful guest.

ACE TRAPPOLA

The type to pretend he knew all along, but inwardly he’s that one meme/audio clip going “BITCH WHAT THE FUCK”. Especially if you only tell him in passing once some months ago, where he doesn’t have the capacity to put it in his calendar or notes app or something, or if you choose to surprise him on the day of (or close to the day of) your birthday. 

If you have the decency to tell him in advance, he’s eagerly talking about all sorts of things you can do for your party—the different food you can serve, the drinks, the music, the party games. Ace can appreciate a good party, and there’s no way he’s letting you host one just for it to flop! Let Ace help you deal with it! Whether it be platonically or romantically, ain’t he your guy?

Hey, if you need some quick entertainment, just let him get his pack of cards and he’ll go do it! Hell, he’ll even practice some of the more difficult card tricks just to amuse you.

Ace is quite good at filling your head with all these thoughts about planning, and he’s just being so helpful without you even having to ask, that you might fail to notice the planning he’s doing behind your back. Real mischievous, he is. He’s very insistent on giving you a proper surprise, especially if you’re the Ramshackle Prefect and/or his significant other.

(And most especially if you’re the Ramshackle Prefect. With all the shit you have to put up with? You deserve it, honestly. Sure, he teases and insults you a healthy amount, but he’s just as easily a prime witness at everything you’ve been through)

If you’re the observant type, you might notice the strings he’s trying to pull—especially if he’s chosen to coordinate with Deuce and the other first years. You can leave it be, but if you call him out on it expect him to not go down without a fight. Ace is terribly good at deception and lying on the spot, so you might find yourself convinced that no, he’s totally not doing anything that special for you. Does he look like the type?

He really is, deep down, but he’d prefer to just show it and not talk about it. 

However, if you tell him late, it’s far easier to see through the cracks of the façade he’s putting up to hide his shock and, quite honestly, panic. It’s difficult trying to stay cheerful when he’s quickly thinking about all the things he needs to do to prepare, and—in the Queen’s name, if he doesn’t know, then he’s betting on his life that none of the first years know too!

If you’re the Ramshackle prefect, he’s shaking Grim for not telling him anything! 

You could probably catch him in Mr. S’s Mystery Shop buying party goods and presents, with him doing the haggling, dragging Deuce and Jack to do the lifting.

He’s also starting a competition over who gets you the best present. If you’re his partner, everyone rolls their eyes because isn’t it obvious? But if he’s one of your best friends along with the rest of the first years, the competitiveness does get to them. Ace has his ways. Deuce might be the number one sucker, followed by Sebek.

If you’re a Heartslabyul student like him, he contemplates when to tell Riddle about your birthday. He’s not that much of an ass to have a whole Unbirthday Party prepared the day of your special day, but he still wants a chance to poke fun at Riddle. Just a bit.

The day of, he’s definitely giving you at least one prank. He knows you well enough to know which ones you’d actually find funny, and up to what extent you can take. 

Gives you a joke gift in front of everyone, and then his actual gift in private. 

If you’re his significant other, Ace probably has his moment of reflection—after he told himself he’d swear off of any serious romance until a little later in life, here he was, not only in a relationship but actively making the effort to make your day the best it could be. If the mood is right, maybe he’ll tell you about it once the both of you are alone. 

Maybe. You’re going to have to work hard to get it out of him, to get him to talk for just long enough without him succumbing into embarrassment. Having the tables turn when it comes to teasing is still an experience he’s unused to.

Overall, you can count on someone like Ace to give you a fun birthday. With how much time he’s spent with you, he not only has enough verbal confirmation, but lots of information regarding the things you liked and didn’t due to his observant nature.

DEUCE SPADE

This boy… regardless of whether you tell him about your birthday in advance or too close to the date itself, he has rather… dramatic and explosive reactions. Panic being the most prevalent.

If you have a heart, please tell him early; give him the time to prepare. He would still be able to work under pressure since it has to do with you, but on the day itself he wants to be focused on you and not if everything is going well and if he’s a good enough (boy)friend.

Deuce is well-meaning, so it’s very plain to see how he not only wants to give you a nice present, but how he even wants to help you in planning and setting up your celebration, regardless of where it’ll be held. He can be a bit disorganized, but with some help from you (and possibly the other first years), his dedication and hard work when it comes to making you happy really shines.

Deuce messages his mom constantly when it comes to your birthday, regardless of whether you’re BFFs or partners. Everyone thinks it’s cute, though Ace does tease him once or twice about it. 

(Sebek, who admires his own mother, finds nothing funny about it. He gives a serious nod of approval)

You’re someone important to him, someone helping him on his journey to become a model student, so obviously he wants to make sure everything’s right! Because of his delinquent days, the whole preparing for birthdays thing is still new to him.

If Deuce either has a crush on you or the two of you are already together, Deuce is definitely on the receiving end of lighthearted teasing from his mother. It’s very well-intentioned, with lots of genuinely good suggestions thrown in, but he really can’t help but blush. 

Anyone who can see him talking on the phone probably knows the conversation is about you due to his reaction. His Heartslabyul seniors find it quite endearing, offering their own advice as well.

(And, well, the seniors are the ones who inform either Trey or Riddle about an upcoming birthday, of which Riddle cancels not just an Unbirthday Party, but any other occasion happening that day)

Money isn’t really an abundance for him so his gift options are a little limited, but he does use up a decent portion of his allowance getting you something nice. 

If he doesn’t have the time to get you anything outside, he’ll buy you something from the cafeteria. However, the closer you are to him, the more likely he’ll get you something that you can keep as opposed to something consumable. He might also have a matching one, tucked somewhere in his room. 

Deuce likes to think about the future, and he does think about how, when he gets a job and has more money to spend, he’ll go gift you the things he saw through the shop windows, things out of his budget but he figures you would like.

If you like eggs, he can always make you breakfast! The two of you could even eat it together… if you want.

If you’re a fellow Heartslabyul student, or if you just decide to celebrate your birthday with them, he’s the one trying to serve you—he pours you your drink, makes sure you get the first choice of flamingo, anything to make your life more convenient. He’ll stop if you tell him to not treat you too specially, but you know he means well.

If you’re his partner, he’s like Riddle in the sense that he takes the occasion as an opportunity to prove how serious he is about you. It’s most obvious through his time and his effort, and he swears he’ll always find ways to be around you, but even more lovely is how he actually tries to voice it out.

It’s so obvious he’s embarrassed. He’s unsure if the things he’s saying are coming out the right way, if his words are romantic, if you even believe him—but you do. You should reassure him of that much. 

Overall, Deuce might not be the best at actual party preparation, nor is he the absolute life of the party on the day itself, but it’s incredibly easy to look past that when you actually see not just the fruits, but the efforts as well.

(Also, he tells you his mom greeted you with a Happy Birthday as well. Most kids don’t relay their parents messages to their friends and vice versa, but the fact that he does is sweet)

“And she says you, um, can come over to our home if you want! Over the holidays!”

CATER DIAMOND

There is only one way to hide your birthday from him—if you don’t have it set on any of your social media profiles or you lied about it online, and you refused to tell him. Cater does ask about your birthday after all, especially if you’re close.

So unless you’re a particularly secretive person, Cater is more likely to find out about it early, have it stored on his phone, and the notif reminds him a good week before, allowing him ample time to prep.

Cater will also eventually tell everyone (that matters to you) about your birthday, and for some he will be the first source of news. If he’s the first you’ve told, however, expect him to keep that piece of information to himself just for a day.

Unless you’re telling him the day of, the day before, or even while he’s in the middle of doing chores for the upcoming Unbirthday Party. He’s telling everyone—in the DMs, the GCs, in the Heartslabyul lounge, you name it. He’ll be jittery in his seat during class to the point that even Idia will be compelled to ask what’s going on with him. 

He’s messaging Trey something along the lines of, “So how fast can you make a cake?”

That aside, his Unique Magic (Signature Spell) is perfect when it comes to doing the preparations, no matter where you want to have it. Cater may not have as much brawn as some other students, but he more than makes up for it with his eye for design. Not only does he tailor the party based on what he knows you like, everything is designed to be as aesthetically pleasing as possible, both to the eye and on photo.

He does get you involved in the preparations, it’s certainly more fun that way! The Cater clones, and Cater himself, are bouncing ideas off of you, constantly asking for your opinions, and of course, taking many, many pictures with you. The pictures increase tenfold on the day itself. He won’t post them if you seem uncomfortable, but, especially if you’re a close friend or significant other, he wants the memories. 

(Even more so if you’re the Ramshackle prefect in addition—the uncertainty of your stay…)

While his clones happily discuss their ideas amongst themselves, Cater pulls you away from the hustle. Alongside talking about the party, he’s definitely trying to get information of what you could want—and, of course, casually looking through your room to make sure he doesn’t get you something you already have (and don’t need more of).

Cater also has pretty good investigative skills. If made available to him, he goes through your online shopping cart/wishlist to see what things you happen to want. Of course, he already does have a vague idea based on your social media likes, posts, and following.

He’s an excellent and extremely thoughtful gift giver. He’s not the type to just give based on aesthetics. Due to the presents he used to receive from his sisters during his birthday, he understands how important it is to really put the thought in the saying, it's the thought that counts.

The day of, he’s getting his club to play some music live for you! Wherever you are, it’ll be a mini concert! Some of the song selections are chosen to keep the energy of the party up, but there are some songs that are definitely chosen with you in mind. These could be songs from a genre you like, but, in particular if you’re his partner, there could be a song or two to hint at the extent and depth of his feelings for you.

If you’re close friends or his partner, he’s definitely more attached to you on the day of your birth. He’s being incredibly affectionate—physically through hugs and kisses if you’re comfortable, considering touch is definitely a love language of his, and just through spending time with you in general.

In general, Cater is a total blast to be around for your birthday. He’s incredibly good at shaping your day to be how you most like it—whether it be a party going all night, full of energy and music, or a short but meaningful one with the people you care about—it’s so clear to see every decision was deliberately made with you in mind.

TREY CLOVER

Trey goes through so much shit please, please tell him about your birthday early. He’s going to go grey early at the rate things are going in Heartslabyul, and just NRC in general.

In the case that you tell him late, he’ll understand if it’s a case of it slipping your mind, or even something about not wanting to cause a fuss about it and wanting to either do the preparations yourself or wanting something simple, but…

If you’re just a little bit cruel and you want to play a prank on him, you can ask him to help you bake a cake, or some other dessert of choice, and if you have a good enough cover story he probably will help you. When you eventually reveal the truth to Trey, he’s gobsmacked, jaw on the floor, drops a plate—

“We were baking your birthday cake?!”

Regardless, even if you tell him upfront about it he’s still going to try to make whatever you want, for as long as he deems it in his skill level. He’ll accept the help, but you can notice he’s definitely a lot more conscious with you around. He definitely can’t afford to mess up with you watching him…

If you and Trey are close he’ll let you play around with the ingredients, whether it’s throwing flour at him or smearing cream or jam on his nose (what is he, a dormouse?), but expect him to do the same to you. It won’t become a full on mess or food fight, but just enough to require your uniforms to be washed later.

If you’re together, he’ll be extra sweet on you, especially with no prying eyes in the kitchen. He’s the one tying your apron around your waist for you, spoon feeding you everything to make sure you like the taste. 

If you’re bold, feel free to pull a line about how you want him to get a taste as well, before kissing him!

Trey’s the one who panics the least among the Heartslabyul members. He’s already used to rush orders from all the times he’s helped his parents, and while he would prefer to not work under stress, whether it be cooking or baking or helping set up the place, it’s easy for him to settle in the zone.

If you’re the Ramshackle Prefect or a Heartslabyul student, best know that the Unbirthday Party? Cancelled. Tea party? Cancelled. Trey doesn’t always use his Vice Dorm Leader privileges, but he uses it to convince Riddle to have your birthday party made to your liking instead. Riddle agrees, but it’s more to do with Trey (and perhaps you) being his friend as opposed to the leadership positions.

Even if you’re not the Ramshackle Prefect or from Heartslabyul, Trey is pulling strings to have other parties moved to another date. He’d want to be able to spend time at your birthday party instead of running back and forth between Heartslabyul and wherever you happen to be.

Definitely makes use of Doodle Suit (EN: Paint the Roses) on demand for you.

It’s a given that Trey will give you something he’s baked himself, taking note whether you preferred savory or sweet, what textures you preferred, as well the foods you loved and those you avoided, but if you’re close he wants to get you something you can keep as well. 

If you told him about your birthday early, he might have taken the time to shop in his hometown for something to get you. If you’re together or he has feelings for you, his parents and siblings probably side-eyed him like What’s going on? Who’s this for?

He’s not particular about being secretive so he does ask you what you want to receive. If there’s something you like, just tell him and he’ll try to get it for you!

Funnily enough, the best part of the gift would probably be the little card he wrote a note on. Trey’s not known to be the best with words but it’s just so Trey that you can’t help but treasure it.

Overall, Trey is an absolute sweetheart. Compared to the others he’s definitely more of a behind-the-scenes type when it comes to preparing for your birthday, and he’s not going to be the life of the party or getting you involved in all sorts of party games, but you recognize how the party would not have been possible without his help in the first place.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

If you tell him about your birthday early, it might seem like he doesn’t give a shit, considering he just closes his eyes and goes to sleep. However, the piece of information is stored at the back of his mind—he’s very conscious of it, and you wouldn’t even know that he’s already had everything prepared—the greeting he’ll give you, the gift he’ll give you, all of it is prepared even before the day itself.

If you tell him on the day of, well, he’ll be a little pissed if he’s the last to find out, but what are you waiting for? You have to celebrate, don’t you? Go lead the way now, herbivore.

He gets a headache if you tell him you have nothing prepared, or have no idea on what you want to do, or how you want to celebrate.

Planning is a no… on the surface. He’s not going to be getting up to do the work himself, but the gears in his brain are oiled and working. He’s spewing out ideas based on what he already knows works best for parties, as well as what he knows you like.

Ruggie and the rest of the Savanaclaw students will be the ones doing the brunt of the work, but you can’t deny that even the lazy lion is helping in his own way.

Of course, particularly if you’re close friends or his partner, the funds for everything come from his designer wallet.

If you choose to ask Leona for help to prepare, while he (and the rest of his dorm) does deliver, the one thing you shouldn’t expect is for it to be formal and stuffy. If you want something like that, go ask someone like Vil or, ugh, Malleus instead.

If you’re together, Leona is the first to greet you (in person. He can’t beat out the rest of your friends who have their finger hovering above the send button at 11:59 pm, trying to be the first to greet you). When you wake up, you’ll find Leona somewhere in your room—maybe he’s sleeping on a chair, maybe he’s beside you on your bed. Regardless, the shuffling of your blankets will wake him, and he’s there to give you your greeting and your gift(s).

(Even though it’s your birthday, still wants to be thanked with some form of physical affection in return, likely a kiss or getting to cuddle with you and sleep in a little longer)

Leona can and will pretend to not have put too much time thinking about not getting you, not in the sense that he just got you whatever but more in the sense of, “The perfect gift just popped up in my mind naturally. I just knew what to get you from the very start.”

However, he does spend a good amount of time thinking about it. You’re one of the few people in his life he finds important, so it’s important to him that you’re happy with whatever he gets you. Expense is not at all a problem for him, thus he has way too many options to filter through.

If you’re the Ramshackle Prefect, his mind probably automatically goes to things you might need to make your life living there easier. He’s slept over there a few times, it’s nice and quiet, so he knows what you lack, what could be better.

Whether you’re the prefect or not, Leona thinks about giving you a gift based on your hobbies. During his birthday, his dorm members were a little (too) focused on his hobby of playing chess, so that probably gave him the idea.

If you’re into art, he’s going to buy some nice quality paints or pencils. Athletics, maybe dance? A nice pair of sneakers so you don’t hurt your feet while training. Do you like video games, idols, or anime? Idia gets jumpscared by Leona, who asks him where to best buy the merchandise you like.

(Idia goes, “A normie, tho an SSS tier one, who buys merch for his cultured s/o… isn’t this every broke fan’s fantasy???”)

As a friend, his gifts aren’t the most customized or unique, but you can tell he actually thought of you while picking them out.

It’s a little different if the two of you are together, though. If you’re together and the two of you are already serious about each other, well, expect not only gifts from Leona, but his family as well. He might get you something from the Afterglow Savannah in addition to the things he’s already given you—maybe an accessory or article of clothing with cultural and romantic significance.

Also, you know, you could say the Savanaclaw members being overly respectful to you is a gift in itself.

Overall, Leona’s the type who seems like he’s being very laidback about celebrating your birth, but on the day itself you notice not only the gifts piling up from everyone, but how everyone’s really treating you like you’re the star of the show, and it becomes clear Leona has a lot to do with that. This one day, he’ll spoil you openly.

JACK HOWL

Jack doesn’t seem like the type to panic over how soon a birthday is, though he would prefer knowing in advance. The most he would do is scold you if you waited until the day itself (mostly because you narrowed down his choices in gifts, and because he’s going to cancel a bunch of his plans to spend time with you. Whatever he slacks on with his workout regime for the afternoon, he’ll just have to make up for the day after)

Given his good memory, definitely remembers your birthday even without writing it down somewhere. 

While Jack doesn’t outright pretend to not care about your birthday, you also won’t catch him fussing about it. If you choose not to involve him in the party preparations at all, you’ll be surprised with how he just comes up to you when you’re alone to give you your gift. Isn’t he a little too caught up with this lone wolf thing? It’s kind of cute.

When it comes to Jack, it’s far more interesting to see how his reactions differ based on your relationship to him.

If the two of you are friends, he’ll offer his help if you need any heavy lifting (or need help with any physical task) for the party preparations. It’s a good use of his strength, and he’s able to help you out—it’s a win-win for him.

He’ll try to be more involved in the planning process if you’re close—especially if you’re the Ramshackle Prefect and/or one of the first years he spends a lot of time with. To have a good celebration, everyone needs to put their best efforts, so Deuce says, so you’re all pitching in ideas on what food to serve, what music to play, and who to invite. 

He’s got crazy good endurance, so if you need him to run around the place either handing out invitations, or retrieving things from the kitchen, or be your errand-runner to buy things from Mr. S’s Mystery Shop, he’s got you covered.

If he’s your boyfriend, expect him to really want you to sit back and relax. This is how he knows how to spoil you, so let him. 

A typical gift from Jack would be buying you a meal either from the cafeteria or Mostro Lounge, but the closer you are to him the more he wants to get you something with a little bit more sentiment. Food is still an option, though if that’s the case, it’s more likely he’ll go out to town to look for a certain brand of snack or sweet you happen to like. 

(Jokes about getting you protein powder)

For a non-consumable gift, unless you tell him (or give a hint) about something specific, Jack wants to get you something practical. Maybe he’ll get you socks themed around an animal you really like (he’ll get a little flustered if you tell him wolves are your favorite, and raise his eyebrows if you say something like a lion or hyena). Other options include a scarf, or gloves, or…

You notice how he seems to be preparing you for the cold, and you can choose to point out that it looks like he wants you to visit him in his hometown. He’ll definitely deny it, but you can rely on his tail to tell you the truth.

You realize you can get away with a lot with having Jack as a close friend or significant other. Meaning, the wolf form—as long as the both of you are away from the public, he’ll use his Unique Magic for you. Being called fluffy and cute is a lot for him to process.

You might say the best gift of all is getting Jack to cuddle with you—wolf form or otherwise. It’s your birthday, your word goes. It’s embarrassing for him either way, but because he cares for you he pushes it aside and pretends he’s really not that affected by it at all.

To conclude, Jack may not be the most honest, but you can tell he’s pushing past his comfort zone to give you a good birthday.

RUGGIE BUCCHI

Another one you should have mercy on. Tell him in advance! He’s always running around all over the place, doing this for Leona and some other responsibilities that he needs time to prepare.

If you’re a Savanaclaw student, he’s already going to get everyone (execpt Leona, clearly) to set up the place for your birthday. He says it’s Leona’s orders and everyone believes him—the privileges of being his assistant.

If you’re not, he’s coming over to your dorm to help when he finds himself free—especially if you’re from Ramshackle. He doubts the capabilities of ghosts to help you.

Hey, if Leona’s in a particularly good mood (or if Leona happens to like you as well), Ruggie’s going to have a day off to help you out, and just hang out with you in general.

He jokes around that because you’re already getting a lot of love from people, you totally don’t need him to get you anything, right?

Even if you insist otherwise, Ruggie does want to get you something tangible as a present, so he probably works an extra hour at the Mostro Lounge to buy you something from Sam’s shop (or somewhere in town, if he knows a place). It won’t be pricey, but you can tell he knows you well enough to be able to get you something you’d like.

At the party itself Ruggie is extremely energetic. Yes, he alway enjoys them for the food, but getting to celebrate someone like you is what makes this particular party special. 

He’s no Kalim or Jamil when it comes to dancing, and he’s got no formal ballroom skills to date, but he can still show you a fun time on the dance floor (which is just the floors of the dorm of your choosing). Ruggie is certain to get you laughing along with him as the two of you pull out a bunch of wild and incoherent movements.

If you’re close friends or in a relationship with him, he especially wants to hog as much of your attention as possible. Is everyone’s attention on you? That’s great! But he’s more special to you than them, isn’t he?

If you’re in a romantic relationship, he’s using his time to show some PDA. He’s the type who thinks he really lucked out when it came to you, so he also wants to show that not only is he a good boyfriend, but there’s no way he’s giving you up—ever!

Though even if the relationship is completely platonic, Ruggie might still take the chance to give you some physical affection. Maybe it’ll rile up someone you like or someone who likes you! Maybe it’s to ward off someone with bad intentions—he might not be Leona or Jack… but he knows Leona and Jack, so they better be careful. And, well, Ruggie and his UM can be scary in their own right.

And, you know, you’re a comforting presence, so there’s also that!

Overall, he definitely shows his general appreciation for you through his actions, and he’s working extra hard to make sure you have a great birthday. Praise him, smile at him, and most of all enjoy yourself—he’ll appreciate knowing his efforts aren’t for naught!

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Can i have a request????? heartslabyul with belphie/belphegor reader like sleepy but strong and smart

𝗦𝗟𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗦

Work work work work work and giggles for fun

I’m surprisingly doing well since I’m mainly lazy when it comes to this type of stuff. But we UP!!

RIDDLE is pissed off with you. End of story. Why..why are you so smart but you can’t dedicate any of it to your studies?! It doesn’t matter anyways, he’s going to make you apply yourself to the most representable student he can make you.

He came into a room once and you were asleep in the table. This is going to be a problem clearly and he’s not having it. He wonders where all the energy you should Ah e gotten from sleep goes so many times tis actually scary.

As his s/o he expects you to have a healthy schedule, aside from sleep it comes to the point sometimes you don’t even wake up for a meal! Remember that time you didn’t attend the unbirthday party? That’s when he found out.

You actually have really good grades..how could this be possible! You don’t even wake up to shower at times so how is it that you could have done the work? After his overbolt he cut you some slack.

Whenever he gets chased down by Floyd he goes to you first because first you serve a good distraction, and it’s not like you wake up when you’re being squeezed. He feels bad but what has it be done must be down for survival.

TREY actively spoils you and it shouldn’t even be fair at this rate. He’s just such a good boyfriend.

You’re too tired to walk? Easy you are now being carried with your pillow around campus for classes. He doesn’t ask you for help on your work as often since he’s also pretty smart, yet when he doesn’t understand he just goes to riddle instead. As much as he loves you just fall asleep before he could get half of question 2 in.

He wakes you up for breakfast and everything just like riddle but he isn’t as strict about it. He lets you sleep in 3 minutes late or so before dragging you to wherever.

When he found out you were a demon he took to it a bit lightly than anyone else..not really but still the shock was still there. He doesn’t mind at all since you don’t do anything bad and you’re too lazy to do anything productive.

CATER just bothers you 25/8. He likes to send to help out the first years to keep you on your toes but it’s not like it works anyways since you just fall asleep anyways.

At some point you just bit him because he was annoying you. “Hey..sweetheart did you just..bite me?” He said with his eye twitching slightly as you hugged your pillow.

He was on live and it just so happened to not be your happy day. “Ion know, did I?” You said with lidded eyes ready to drift off again.

guess who wasn’t allowed to have their favorite pillow for hours. Yes it was you goddamnit.

He likes to feed you cute little things at cafe’s and post it on Magicam. One was a cute little photo was over 1million views that had frosting on your nose while looking at the camera with a pout.

Safe to say he gatekept you for a month since people wouldn’t stop trying to advance on you.

ACE was 2 months into the relationship but then found out you were a demon. Reaction to your other form? Flabbergasted. You out of all people? A literal demon? But being the avatar of sloth explained everything in perfect context.

Would ace be ace if he didn’t take advantage of this? Absolutely not. Guess who got dragged into multiple shit because someone’s sadistic boyfriend thought it would be romantic to suffer again.

Romantic date in detention this week? Meet him at 6 PM. He’s letting you know you both are going to break out the window with grim after too.

He copies off your homework because it’s not like you do anything about it, and when he can he just has you as a literal bed. He’s taller than you so he just uses you as someone to Lean on when he gets bored.

DEUCE is just like trey in the prospect of somewhat spoiling you. He only Carries you to class tho. If anything he panics because he look so distant and disinterested while being in a relationship with you only to find out that’s just your normal sleepy expression.

Tries to be strict with you but fails miserably? Check. He got hit with your tail more times than to count and poked by your horns even though they are literally in a curled like position. He follows you around because he knows the delinquents try to pick fights with you sometimes. What a darling!

Sometimes you just stare at him and he stares back, you fall asleep and he’s like “they said they want gummy bears.”

“Deuce what the fuck?” Ace stared at him in astonishment

You both just communicate like that so y’all locked in 🫶

He probably makes lunch for you with the help of trey and feeds you very often.

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Can i request this with the same scenario with ace and deuce please?

(Ofc without the birthday special)

Yandere Adeuce Finding Out Reader is Female

TW/CW: possessive/obsessive behavior, misogyny, mentions of violence

One would think that without your presence, the Adeuce duo would get into endless fights and arguments, but it was quite the opposite.

Ace and Deuce were quiet and troubled throughout the day as they counted the seconds until classes ended, as all that occupied their thoughts were you.

There was an unsaid agreement between the two: they would check up on you as soon as they could. (Which could be longer than they could bear, since they both had detention—)

Their wait ended sooner than necessary though, since Ace’s impatience and disregard for authority led him to decide that it was time to visit you before school ended. Deuce, not wanting to be excluded and momentarily forgetting about his goal to become more studious, followed Ace out of school during the transition time between class periods.

When they successfully arrived at Ramshackle’s door, they didn’t think twice about breaking and entering. They just wanted to make sure that you were okay, it wasn’t like they’re doing anything wrong.

They both stormed the dorm, bursting into your room with such force that if you weren’t already in a deep sleep due to your increasingly concerning fever, you would’ve killed the both of them.

You had been overheating before you had drifted off to sleep, so you without your usual blanket coverage.

And without that coverage, paired with the bonus of your hair splayed out and your more feminine facial features on display, you had their jaws dropping to the floor.

Now that they know you’re a girl, prepare to be babied by them—and it might be for the better, since they’ll keep the bickering behind the scenes when you’re around.

However, that’s probably the end of the good news. They will definitely argue about matters related to you when your back is turned.

And they both have a misogynistic bones in their body—even if they don’t acknowledge it.

Ace believes that girls are all the same and cannot handle more ‘masculine’ activities due to his previous girlfriend having different tastes than him, while Deuce is a mama’s boy and believes that you can’t fend for yourself—so he takes it upon himself to become your personal bodyguard, even if you don’t know it.

After you return to your normal state, Ace will tread with caution around you and catch wind of what your likes and dislikes are to cater to your needs, while Deuce will hover over you constantly, and you’ll never have a moment of rest without them.

If anyone comes near you, they’ll immediately become tense, but will wait for you to leave or stop paying attention to them so that they can threaten or beat the poor guy up.

Deuce will completely ignore his objective of being a less violent person and just let loose on anyone who he deems a threat to you and your relationship with him. Ace will be more manipulative about it, goading the other person on until they throw the first punch so that if he does get into trouble, he can always blame it on that guy and play his predicament up for your sympathy.

In the present moment however, they’ll make sure that you’re comfortable in your sleep, and skip the rest of the day to stay by your side.

Every time they so much as look at you, they can’t help but think of how pitiful and weak you are with your feminine physique paired with your lack of magic.

It seems like it’s up to them to make sure nobody else lays a finger on you.

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Hopeless Romantic

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Deuce Spade x GN! Reader

Quick Summary: Exposed for being a romantic, Deuce is teased relentlessly by his dorm mates. When he has enough of it, he sulked alone until you decide to take him out on a date, to let him experience what he always wished to experience. 

CACKLES filled the air at Heartslabyul and would not cease. All of them aimed at a poor boy with dark blue hair and cyan eyes. Deuce couldn’t handle it anymore, to be honest. All he had said was a single statement. A single statement! That he was amazed by the King and Queen’s relationship and wished for something similar. But that was enough for them. 

“Deuce, we can get married if you want. It’ll be romantic, I swear,” Trey said with a wink. He returned to chortling with the others again as if it was hilarious. 

Ace snicked and made a kissy face. “Mwah mwah.”

Deuce gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. They wouldn’t stop no matter what. “Whatever,” he gruffly responded, turning away from them. He ignored the calls of protests from behind him as he left for his room. He was angry, wasn’t he? No. It was just that their teasing had hurt him. He was sometimes more sensitive than let on, especially when it came to the idea of love. 

Maybe he should just use his fists to silence them. 

By the time you and Grim had entered the vicinity of Heartslabyul, he was already gone. Despite his lack of presence, Trey and Ace continued to joke about him. 

“[Y/N], hear about this!” Ace said to you. The red head eagerly leaned into your ear to whisper -- not that it was a secret anymore at this point. “Deuce is a romantic!”

You raised your brows in surprise. “Really?”

He nodded and thumbed at Trey, who was cleaning his lenses. “Trey told us.”

Grim crossed his arms. “What’s the big deal about romance? Seems bleh to me.”

“Where is Deuce anyway?” you asked, looking around the area. He was nowhere to be found. 

“He ran away when we made too much fun of him,” Trey answered. 

You sighed. “Did you guys hurt his feelings?”

The two of them exchanged glances and shrugged. Neither seemed too guilty about it. “Look. He’ll get over it soon,” Ace tried to assure you. 

“I’ll go talk to him.” 

You took off into the direction of the rooms, ignoring Ace who groaned. “Come on, [Y/N]!”

Something in your gut told you that it was more serious than it looked. Duece was much more earnest than some could give him credit for. There was always that look in his eyes, a longing of a kind. One that maybe even he didn’t know of, but one you had noticed. So really... to hear this about him, it actually grew respect within you. It gave dimension and shape to the boy known as the delinquent. 

Grim narrowed his eyes. “You’re acting weird, [Y/N].”

“Am I now?” you said, casually. “Must be because I’m nervous. I’m taking Deuce out on a date.”

The monster cat made a face. “What?! Are you out of your mind?! Is... Is... this romantic thing a disease? It must have spread. Oh no.”

You ignored him as you thought of ways to improve the experience before you approached Deuce. There needed to be some planning beforehand, right? It would not be romantic in the slightest if you were indecisive and had no idea where to go from there. Maybe some flowers... would he like that? And should you set out a picnic for the two of you? The thought of it warmed your heart, the picture as clear as the skies. It was good weather today too -- it would be a shame to waste its potential. 

"What kind of food would you like on a picnic?" you asked the cat. Just as he was about to proudly answer for himself, you interrupted him. "Actually, don't answer that. You'll just say tuna. We don't want anything stinky like that."

"Hey!" Grim looked at you, teary-eyed. "I want to go on a picnic."

"You're not invited." You stuck out a tongue to tease him. "Thought romance seemed bleh to you."

Grim cried at the words you shoved back to him in karma and that was when the two of you parted, him returning to the Ramshackle Dorm while you went out to run on your errands to perfect the date.  

Once everything was set up and ready to go, you then shifted your attention to your looks. You were going all out for this, and though you said you were nervous earlier as a joke, it was no longer turning into a joke. Your ego... was relying on his answer. Somehow, there was so much faith put onto him. 

Your outfit was really simple but put together. Wearing a white blouse and black trousers, they fit well to your figure and was accentuated by gold jewelry. Black platform boots was the final kick, the cherry on top. It was much different from your usual school uniform that you felt self-conscious. This was all for Deuce Spade. For Deuce... you didn't understand why you were going to such great lengths. Was there something you were craving for too? Perhaps there would be closure in that question during the date. 

With no time left to lose, you hurried on over to Heartslabyul once more. There it was. The door to Deuce's room. Gosh, why is my heart beating so fast? you thought as you held your hands behind your back. Finally, you took a deep breath and removed one hand to rap the door, three times.

 The door took a while to open, the sound of shuffling heard from behind. A click went off and the gap widened to reveal him, dark blue hair messy and his uniform rumpled, as if he just woken up from a nap. "What... [Y/N]?!" He took you in, from head to toe, confused and slightly scared. 

You brought the flowers out from your back and showed it to him. The bouquet was beautifully made, a spring of colors to bless the eyes. "Hi," you said shyly, looking down for a moment.

"Did Trey and Ace send you here?" he asked, growing furious. "You heard from them, right? Are you making fun of me too?"

"What? No. What are you talking about--" He didn't buy it... He had lumped you in with the others and expected the worse from you. This had hurt you more than you'd like to admit. 

"I don't want to play in this sick game of yours." He turned away and tried closing the door on you.

You stopped it just in time, pushing through with a frustrated expression on. "Listen to me, Deuce. This is not a prank. Do you see Ace and Trey anywhere to be found? I sided on your behalf, you know."

The door stopped wrestling, his form halting in surprise. "You... did?"

You nodded. "Now go on a date with me, you dimwit."

His green-blue eyes widened in awe, the apples of cheeks reddening to contrast his pale skin. How wonderful. His reaction brought a smile to your lips. It was nice to see him getting flustered, because of you of all things. "I... okay. I'll go on a date with you. Let me... get changed first. I can't be the only one looking so shabby."

You waited for him to get changed and once he was done, he donned a t-shirt and jeans, with his hair combed and styled. He could do better, but you were content with this. You were fine with it because you were looking forward to spending time with him the most. And that was a really romantic thing to think of, right? Surely Deuce would agree. 

Your flowers were accepted, the grin on his face a key sign that he was enjoying himself already. He smelled the flowers, his eyes fluttering shut like a sweet embrace. "Thank you. I love them."

The both of you set off into the world, side by side and hand in hand. His face was adorable when you offered your hand, and he appeared almost restless as you led him down the path to the courtyard. He could barely look at your face. 

It was even crazier when you arrived at the picnic. He stared at the set up for a long, hard minute, trying to process the scene in. "You... did all this?"

You nodded. "How is it? I tried my best."

"I love it," he breathed out in a single heartbeat. 

Across the jaded tile picnic blanket were sandwiches, drinks, strawberries, muffins, and of course, Deuce's favorite, eggs. It was organized beside the picnic basket, laid out with fancy silverware and plates that you borrowed from Riddle. With the sun setting in the distance, it gave off a warm glow to match it perfectly, bringing in the mood. 

You and Deuce went for it, eating to your hearts content, sharing soft smiles and gentle glimpses. 

"Does this meet your expectations?" you questioned, plopping a sour strawberry into your mouth.

"It surpasses it. You... You made my day, [Y/N], you really did."

"How did the argument come to be in the first place?"

He sent you a bitter smile, gaze growing distant. "They found out I admired the King's and Queen's relationship. I guess I don't blame them for making fun of me for it... it's kind of silly."

"It's not," you said, dragging him from his doubts. He stared at you, shocked by how firm you were. "It means you have hopes, dreams, and aspirations, Deuce. It's not silly at all."

He looked at you as if you were the only thing in this world. With... so much adoration. How blunt the steel was, being on this end. So you kissed him -- kissed his cheek with soft fervor enough to ignite the bones in your skin. 

A/N: i keep forgetting i have a tumblr lol, i miss writing twst tho!! hello everyone again

[iiratix]

Could I perhaps request a part 3 to enemy territory where reader comes back? owo thanks :3

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Where the infamous Prefect returns back to where she belong

Honorable tag : @kitty-chan33 @y3nao @skylar896 @xionstevenson03 @nooneknows8976

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“And that’s everything you had.”

Aura placed the suitcase down, stood up, and fixed the wrinkle in his uniform. The guest room that was once filled with different kinds of ointments and other necessary notebooks was no longer there. Including the clothes that were once in the closet but are no longer there, the room has become as tidy and neat as it was supposed to be.

Y/n looked around the room where she had been staying for almost an entire week with a solemn look in her facial expression. There’s no doubt she didn’t expect the time to move fairly fast. It only feels like yesterday that she received some sort of vacation from the headmaster. It feels like she’s still in a reverie that will take her some time to wake up from. 

“Y/n? Is there anything else you might have forgotten?” The prefect snapped out of her daze, turning to face the residents of this school and shaking her head. Aura smiled in return, his eyes gazing straight into her e/c ones, and those auroral hues were filled with fondness. “I see… Regardless, I’m happy I can be of assistance to you.” He admitted truthfully without making any falsehoods.

Y/n blinked at the sight of such an innocent being in front of her. How can one look so fragile, frail, and loving yet be feared by others for no particular reason? She would have blamed Heres, whose appearance resembles that of a titan, given that the height difference between him and Aura is the same as that between the sky and the ground.

The prefect of the Night Raven College walked towards her suitcase, making sure that the lock was secured and preventing any smuggling cases. “Thank you, Aura.. Sorry if I bothered you.” She lifted her head and looked at the male, who was scratching his cheek sheepishly.

“Truly, there’s no need to thank me. This is the least I can do before your parting.” Y/n smiled at his words, aware that this would be the last hour she could ever spend with the others from RSA. And honestly, she will admit that it was quite an exciting experience for once. It makes her feel like she was an exchange student. 

“I need to thank you and the others for the kind hospitality you all have been showing.” She smiled happily, resulting in Aura being happy as well. The two of them are nothing more than a bundle of joy that somehow recharged each other's happiness and radiated nothing other than comfort for each other.

It was unfortunate for Yasmin, who came at the worst time and quirk a brow at the sight of the sunny student of this school with another sunny but stressed student from another school. “I wouldn’t bother questioning what I’m seeing.” He said with a sigh, feeling Rajah nudge his arm and his hand caress the top of his head.

The sudden appearance of the two startled her, but it didn't take long for her to calm down. It was only Yasmin and his tiger, Rajah; the two of them held no harm, and they're one of the few people and a certain animal that have been accompanying her lately during her visit to this school. 

“Yasmin, you surprised me. What brought you to Y/n’s room? Here to bid farewell?” Aura has turned his back on Y/n, earning a light sigh from the male on the opposite side.

“You ask unnecessary things.” Rajah sat down on the ground, his tail flicking back and forth, staring sharply in her direction. The prefect herself wasn’t certain what the feline wanted, but Yasmin was more than capable of diverting the tiger's attention away. 

“What sort of friend am I if I don’t do that much?”

“Ah… I’m surprised… You are not the type to admit it blatantly.”

Yasmin scoffed, looking the other way, understanding that what he had spouted wasn’t entirely wrong. However, this might be her one and only chance to visit this place. That’s why he personally came to her and bid her goodbye. 

Y/n blinked for a moment, until she giggled lightheartedly, catching the two males' attention. The two wondered: What did she find funny in this situation? Aside from the fact that Yasmin is in total denial about what he just said, there’s nothing else to laugh at, so it makes them confused about whether she is mentally ill or not. Is this by any chance the after-effect of being with the NRC students too much?

“Rielle must have influenced you in some way.” Yasmin's judging countenance makes Y/n stifle her laughter. Of course, the sea coral princes might have been clinging to her for the past few days during her visit, but he didn’t spread any bad influence. 

Hence, she was quick to shake her head, smile, and lift her gaze up to look at the two. “Ah, nothing. But…” Y/n trailed off from her words, fiddling with the ends of her sleeves. “But I’m happy to know that I’m your friend. I'll try to visit during break!”

“You absolutely can’t.” Aura chuckled upon hearing Yasmin's response. That came out harsher than expected, and Y/n looked like a puppy that had been thrown away by her beloved master. Yasmin found himself sweating at the sight, reaching out to rub his temple, and thinking of a much kinder phrase.

However, no matter how hard he thought about it, it was absolutely difficult for him to form one. And Aura was more than knowledgeable enough to understand his current struggle. So, as the kind friend he was, he interpreted or translated the meaning behind his words. “He didn’t mean that. What Yasmin tried to say is that we will be the ones to visit you.”

“...Eh?” Y/n’s eyes comically went white, and she was blinking profusely at the sight of a smiling and jovial student in front of her. She looked right behind him and spotted Yasmin nodding in agreement at what Aura was saying.

This much more is disastrous information to learn. Will the NRC students or her friends agree with their sudden visit? Y/n can’t prevent her thoughts from imagining the worst scenario that could have happened. Not only will it be a small rivalry and competitive, but there might be a war that occurs between two schools.

“I’m not sure whether that’s a wise idea.” The prefect said this nervously, hoping that it would somehow change the two students' minds.

“Nonsense. We have been there a few times during our Magift battle; the others will certainly accept us.” Aura’s words held nothing other than optimistic expectation. However, Yasmin looked the opposite; he looked like he knew what might happen but chose to ignore it.

It doesn’t look like they’ll change their mind any sooner…

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“It has been a wondrous encounter for me.” Aalis stands in front of her, representing the entire RSA on her behalf, to bid her farewell. 

Y/n rubbed the back of her neck and lowered her head, embarrassed to be in the presence of the dorm leader. “Right, thank you… I’m happy that Ambrose sent an invitation to me.” She raised her head and noticed the soft hues of vibrant blue eyes peering at her figure with interest. 

It has been awhile since she somehow managed to have a peaceful day without any ruckus or havoc. Somehow, it has been a bit too peaceful and serene to the point she can’t help but feel uneasy. Nobody can blame the prefect for this; her entire life has revolved around various types of problems, and she has become the student's therapist because she has no other way to relax.

But she can't help but think about how much she misses them all. Those people were the first to accept her in this world; they taught her the fundamentals and everything else; that place was her first home. So right now, she can’t help but anticipate her return. Y/n minds are constantly trying to imagine how others will react to her, how they will greet her, and everything else, despite the fact that a smile adorned her countenance.

Aalis, who was standing in front of her, witnessed her adoring smile. It appears that he is unable to carry out the plans that he and the others have discussed; there was no way he could have persuaded her to stay here if she insisted on returning to their side. To the person they considered to be a rival and an enemy in a variety of ways.

The dorm leader fleetingly sighs, ruffling his already messed up hair lightly, and tries to come up with a solution. There's no doubt that each of them has feelings for the prefect; her presence isn't something they can dismiss as insignificant, and she knows how to leave an indelible impression on the others.

“It appears you… Hah, I surrender.” Those declarations surprised Y/n, who looked back at Aalis, who appeared to be troubled at the time. She didn't understand why he said that out of nowhere; she needed at least the context behind his words.

“Dear Alice.” The nickname that came out of his mouth perplexes her about the manner in which she chose to address her. But Y/n can't help but notice how his eyes glimmer with indescribable emotions she's not sure about. "If only the wonderland you've entered had been ours, I could have guaranteed you'd have the time of your life." 

Aalis bowed and held her hand gently; he pushed it forward in his lips, kissing the back of her hand out of courtesy or perhaps much more. “However, this place isn’t your wonderland, and I won’t force you to be a part of it.” Those blue eyes drifted to her e/c ones, observing how her eyes twinkled and red blossomed in her cheeks.

Slowly, he lowered her hand and stood upright, brushing away the strand of her hair back to her ear. “All of us will be waiting patiently for the next meeting.” Aalis lowered his hand to his side, allowing his head to crook slightly and his lips to purse into a small smile.

“I’m certain this won’t be the last of our meetings.”Y/n clasped her hands together, pursuing her lips into a thin line, trying to comprehend his action. Her mind, however, was not functioning properly, and she nodded frantically.

That action elicited a small chuckle until Aalis turned to face the carriage behind them. “Off you go, dear Alice.” Aalis ushered her out, gently holding her shoulder and giving her the light push she needed when he turned her around to face the carriage.

Y/n took a few steps forward and stopped by the stairs. She looked behind her to see Aalis standing there, waiting until she was completely out of sight. This will be one of her most memorable places, and she was certain that it would not be the last. So, Y/n managed to offer him a bright smile, grinning happily.

“I’ll see you all soon!” 

Aalis blinked once, perplexed by that bright demeanor, but it didn't take long for him to crack a smile. The dorm leader nodded, watching the prefect take a step inside and close the door. He stood there in silence, listening to the sound of the horse's feet galloping in the ground, regretting that the others were busy—

“Y/NNNN—!!!!”

Aalis flinched visibly, turning around to face the balcony, where the majority of them were standing. Y/n can hear the shout of her name because the carriage windows are open, which piqued her interest as she looked out from the carriage interior. 

Rielle stood on the balcony, waving frantically with the others, who didn't match his exuberant demeanor. Aura, Heres, Yasmin, Neige, and Chen'ya were all present, saying their final farewells. Despite the fact that their actions were unpredictable based on the way Aalis flinched, and given that it was lesson hour right now, they skipped class. 

“FAREWELL, Y/N!!!” Rielle was the loudest and the only one who could send this message to the prefect. Though Aura did his best to keep himself from falling, he's leaning too far away from the railing for his own safety.

“That moron…”

From her perspective, Y/n can see how resigned Aalis is to the young prince's antics. This brought unending surprise for her, and she laughed at this merry farewell. To be honest, she didn't expect the others to be there, saying their goodbyes until she exited the gate, but here they are, happily and sadly watching her leave the RSA gate.

“PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!”

“WE’LL SEE YOU IN A WEEK!!! FAREWELL!!”

Hearing that, Y/n's body stiffened; it's a shame the carriage had moved by the time Rielle was shouting. Next week? The RSA student will pay her a visit the following week. The prefect can't stop the dread that comes with that realization, so she looked out the window, her face filled with nothing but horror.

“RIELLE, WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEXT WEEK?!?!” There's no doubt that the others understand what Rielle means. It was more of an explanation since Aalis' smile had turned into a smirk and one of his hands was placed by his hips.

That’s where everything finally sinks in.

“No… NO!!! YOU GUYS WILL START A CIVIL WAR!!!”

Her constant panic shriek went unnoticed by the others who had already made up their minds. There's no doubt they're serious, and everything Aura and Aalis have said will come true. Now, Y/n truly wonders which one of these schools is the devil's.

●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○

Y/n fluttered her lashes open, peering outside the window at the sight of a gate in front of them. She’s here; she already returned back to the Night Raven College, the school she had abandoned in favor of her own vacation. In her defense, she needs some time away from the chaos at least once, and Ambrose was more than kind enough to invite her over.

The door of the carriage parted open; her suitcase had been placed down right on the ground, amusing her about how magic works around here. With that aside, she picked up her suitcase by the handle and said her thanks to the worker, who could only nod, driving the horse and carriage away from NRC territory. 

Disregarding the fact she had finally returned, she wondered whether the school had been this awfully... eerie.

The gate opened the minute she walked through, and everything appeared to be normal except for the fact that it had been midnight. Luckily, she didn't have to deal with anything or face a reprimand for slipping away despite the objections of others; she was positive that regardless of how many times she attempted to explain herself, these individuals wouldn't let it go.

That's why she was carefully heading towards her dorm, having looked back and forth between the main road and her vicinity, mindful that several individuals may ambush her out of nowhere and confine her, demanding an explanation. The very notion of it made her tremble, and she feared her future and safety at this school considerably more than she did in RSA.

“...Is it just me…”

“Or do I feel like…” Y/n stood there stupefied at the banner that was present right in the area of her dorm.

WELCOME HOME, CHEATER!!!

“This is something Ace and Epel would have done…” There was no question that the two would've done something analogous. After all, the others aren't capable of committing such a trick, although if they were, they would have done something significantly more heinous than this.

This wasn’t something that could be deemed extreme. This is still the normal kind of reaction that can be received from the residents here. What concerned her the most was the presence of a group of people inside her dorm, arms crossed, lights dimmed, and their backs to her.

What are these fools up to…? 

“Look who's back… Guess you got bored, huh?” The strangely familiar presence makes her grimace at the antics of her fellow first-year classmates. They are, in fact, none other than her closest friends.

He slammed his head on top of the table, the sounds resonated in the small vicinity, and his voice held nothing other than anger. “I can’t believe you, prefect!! Not only did you sneak up on us, you returned without any souvenirs!!” 

“Uhm, Ace…” Jack called out to the boy, who was being melodramatic, much to his chagrin. “You are facing the wrong direction.” It was due to the way the sofa has been turned around to face Y/n direction, which makes his intimidating and furious acting prove to be pointless in the end.

Albeit wrong, he didn't bother and turned around, pointing accusingly in Y/n direction, wherein she was staring at him blankly with a dumbfounded countenance. “Do you not know the suffering I went through?! You are out there, living your life, while I’m becoming the dummy of Riddle’s pent up anger!! It’s not fair!!”Ace appeared to be nothing more than a child throwing a tantrum, and the others could see it as well.

“...I won’t bother questioning Ace, but I will ask why you followed him around with his shenanigans?” The others, primarily Epel, Jack, and Deuce, flinched at her sudden focus. The three of them turned their heads, practically away from those conflicting e/c eyes that demanded an answer.

“Oiii!! Don’t ignore me, N/n!!”

“At least, won’t you give me an explanation on why you are all here?”  

The prefect had returned to where she once belonged. For certain, there is chaos and bickering that await her in this sweet abode, but she cannot prevent that smile from adorning her lips. Nothing else but the presence of these dorks manages to illuminate the darkness in her life.

She couldn't care less if she was chastised or not. The most important thing for Y/n was to stay by their side, to stay together, and to unconditionally support each other. Even if it means going through a lot of carnage together, this is her home, the one place where she truly belonged. 

[luminous-letters]

Can I request sebek trying to get trained before his first date by the first years because lord knows how he got the reader to agree but the first years know if he only talks about malleus he's done. They got a spray bottle and everything

sebek deserves all the malleus plushies in the world 😔

"Subject name: Sebek Zigvolt. The Un-crocofication Program will begin shortly," Ortho's robotic voice came from the speaker.

Sebek's vision was dark, his captors must've blindfolded him. He couldn't move his hands, try as he might they were tied to the chair he was sitting on. His feet weren't spared either.

"Do you know why you're here?" an obnoxious voice ask, smug. Sebek recognized that it was Ace.

"You're here because we're here to help you with your date. God knows how you made them agree in the first place, but we're going to make sure you'll do great!"

How? By training him like some sort of lap dog?

"You scum! Lord Malleus shall hear about this extensive—"

"Violation detected, initiating protocol one."

Sebek didn't have time to react before he was blasted with water, cold water if he may add.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Deuce, the blindfolds," Ace commanded.

"Stop talking like you're so mighty, man," Deuce sighed, following his dorm mate anyway.

"I'm here to keep an eye on you four," Jack was leaning on the wall, arms crossed.

"Jack! Get me out of here!"

"Just follow what they say, dude, it's gonna be fine."

"THEY BLASTED ME WITH WATER WHAT'S FINE WITH THAT???" he was once again silenced with water, but this time it was a spray from Epel.

"Sorry Sebek, it's part of the program."

"Sequence one 'Small Talk', beginning in three...two...one..."

A hologram of your image flashed against the room's wall. "How are things?"

"Your goal here is to make small talk with MC. But you have to do it without mentioning even the slightest bit about Malleus Draconia."

"Its LORD MALLEU—" a spray again, this time from Deuce.

This might take a while, he mentally sighed, preparing himself to respectfully evade all topics relating to the Great Lord Malleus Draconia, Crowned Prince of—

Sprayed again.

"I WASN'T EVEN SAYING ANYTHING."

"You were thinking about it." Ortho replied.

"Fine, fine, I'll do it," Sebek gave in, just to stop the constant assault of water on him. It was cold and he hated it.

Thirty minutes, three refills of water, and a shivering Sebek later...

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS WAS HOW YOU'D SPEND YOUR AFTERNOON," Riddle yelled at the three collared freshmen.

Luckily, Jack was spared since he ran off after the first sequence to inform Riddle about Ace and Deuce's latest shenanigans.

Ortho, on the other hand, was busy getting scolded by Idia back at Ignihyde.

"I WILL NOT REMOVE THOSE COLLARS FOR A WEEK. You are all on rose duty and you are required to give me a ten-thousand word, handwritten essay by tommorow!" Riddle aimed his scepter at the beheaded freshmen.

Meanwhile, you and Sebek were having the time of your lives back at the cozy comfort of his room.

"And so, the very first Draconia erected the kingdom's castle with but a few runes! Amazing, right?" Sebek happily read to you one of his favorite books on Briar Valley's history.

"She did it all with just that? She must be so cool!" you were listening to all of Sebek's rambles like an excited child, happy to hear all about Sebek's heritage and history.

"She is! And she was also a master at potionology. All of the herbs and weeds one would consider to be 'useless' saved their kin from countless plagues," it took Sebek his all not to jump on his bed out of joy.

There he was, sharing everything he loved the special someone he holds close to his heart. Nothing could ever compete with the tenderness and comfort he felt in this moment.

[honey-milk-depresso]

"𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶..?"- - 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨◄(TWST, accidentally joining a mysterious chat group; 1)

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Heartslabyul Chat 1, Chat 2, Chat 3, Chat 4, Chat 5, Chat 6, Chat 7, Chat 8   ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

ＩＮＴＲＯＤＵＣＴＩＯＮ　ＴＯ　ＨＯＮＥＥ－ＭＥＩ！【ホネメイ】

HONEE-MEI is a free application that provides messaging and voice-over-IP services. It allows users to send text messages and voice messages, make voice and video calls, and share images, documents, user locations, and other content.

The special part about HONEE-MEI is that it allows you to connect internationally across the globe, not just allow private chats, but allows you to interact with others by typing in the code of your desired group chat or individual you would like to talk to!

Of course, privacy settings can be modified to your liking!

It has recently become more and more popular! Why not give it a try?

ᶤţ ωㄖｕlĎ𝐍'𝓣 𝕙ᑌŘт 𝕥๏ Ť𝐑ʸ...

Download now! 

🍀

▻ 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗯𝘆𝘂𝗹 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝘁  ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Your friend wanted you to join their chat group through this app called HONEE-MEI. “All you have to do is type in your code” they say, you stare blankly at the code input box as you lazily blinked. “Alright, alright..” you mumbled to yourself, typing in the code your friend has sent you.

They seemed hyped about the group chat they were in, and wanted you to meet all the friends they’ve made all around the world (presumably) in that group chat. You hit “Enter”, expecting yourself to be directed to their group chat.

The screen shifted a bit, glitches appeared as you rubbed your eyes and moved your head up from your pillow.��“What..?”

The loading screen froze, much to your annoyance, as you continuously tapped onto the screen in hopes it would un-freeze itself. Abruptly, the screen came back, but instead of your friend’s group chat name, it said:

⋘𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 "𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙪𝙡 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙩". 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩... ⋙

The heck? That wasn’t your friend’s group chat at all! You grumbled, trying to cancel the unwanted transaction.

⋘𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣!⋙

You kept pressing and pressing that darn red “X” button but to no avail, and you were transported straight to this foreign chat. Definitely going to file a complaint and a 1-star review of this stupid app.

                                           ➤𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗯𝘆𝘂𝗹 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝘁

                                          →  Y/N joined the chat!

                                          → Ace joined the chat!

                                          → Deuce joined the chat!

Ace: remind me why we’re here in this chat with you guys???

Deuce: Ace!! Dorm Leader is in this chat!!!

                                           → Riddle joined the chat!

                                           → Trey joined the chat!

                                           → Cater joined the chat!

Cater: lmao aceee

Riddle: You’re here because we need to monitor you, and not put yourself in some hectic shenanigans like last time.

Trey: Don’t worry guys, it won’t be that overbearing.

Ace: errrr- case you were forgetting, what’s not overbearing to you is burdensome to me-

Deuce: Ace, just roll with it-

Cater: i swear your dynamic is HILARIOUS lmfao- PFPFPPFPFPF

Trey: Hey, wait.

Riddle: Yes, Trey? Is it about the next Unbirthday Party tomorrow?

Trey: Not that... but there’s this person named Y/N who joined the chat. Does anyone know them?

Shit, that “Trey” guy noticed you’ve hijacked this place. You didn’t even know you could get here.

Ace: er no- never heard of them-

Deuce: I don’t think I know them...

Cater: lol who? idk them-

Riddle: Y/N? I’ve never heard of someone named Y/N.

Then it happened.

Riddle: @Y/N Please tell us who you are. Immediately.

Ace: SPILL THE BEANS-

Cater: LMFAOODUODIDKJDHKJDKH

Deuce: Wow-

Trey: But in all seriousness Y/N, who are you? Are you even from NRC?

You took a shaky breath, deciding to respond.

Y/N: No..

Ace: A HACKER?!?! YOU CAN’T ENTER WITHOUT A CODE- AND OUR’S PRIVATE-

Deuce: A HACKER?!

Cater: OMFG- that’s kinda cool tho ngl-

Riddle: A hacker? Reveal where you’re from right this instance. Or we will have you reported.

Trey: Where are you from?

Clearly, you aren’t God’s favourite right at the moment, feeling the most pressure from the user “Riddle” and you didn’t know what else to say to everyone else. Perhaps the best choice is to reply to the calmest one out the group.

Trey.

Y/N: @Trey I’m not a hacker, I swear!! I got here by accident. I was supposed to join another group chat but during the process the whole thing glitched and it all of a sudden directed me here. I couldn’t cancel it either.

Riddle: What makes you think we’ll believe that?

Deuce: So the hacker got hacked by a hacker and they hacked you into here..? What???

Ace: you dumbass that’s not what they meant omfg-

Deuce: HEY-

Cater: Hmm, alright- I believe ya, bestie!

Trey: Cater???

Cater: I’m cater diamond, third year and 18 in nrc!! i can send you my magicam account if ya want. make sure to follow!!! \^v^/

Ace: UMMMMM??? ARE WE LITERALLY GONNA GIVE A LITERAL STRANGER OUR PERSONAL INFO????

Riddle: I would agree with Ace for this one. Cater, we know nothing about this person. Why are you giving away sensitive information.

Cater: well i mean i heard this app has the very rare tendency to glitch, and maybe they got the rare glitch when they downloaded it or smth- 

Cater: i’ll believe them! besides they literally have their name typed in and not some weird random number like most of the scams and hackers have lmao-

Cater: so hey! :DD

Deuce: Well... alright. Since Cater senpai did so, I’ll do it too!

Deuce: I’m Deuce Spade in the Track n Field Team in NRC! I’m a first year, too!

Cater: i mean- i didn’t give the club im in deucey-

Deuce: BUT THAT’S NOT SO IMPORTANT RIGHT???

Ace: lol deuce, you’re a dunce- anyways, since you did it, i’ll save you the embarrassment by doing it too-

Ace: ace trappola, basketball, first year. boom-

Cater: lmao-

Trey: *sigh* It can’t be helped, I guess..

Trey: I’m Trey Clover, I’m a third year like Cater and I’m not gonna give any more information after this. Sorry for coming across as rude if I did offend you somehow.

Riddle: Even Trey...

Ace: Cmon just hug it out riddle-

Cater: it won’t hurt :3

Riddle didn’t respond for a few minutes, but you saw that he finally started typing.

Riddle: Riddle Rosehearts. If you try to pull of anything funny in this group chat, I’ll have you know that I won’t let you off so easily. The consequences will be dire.

Ace: geez riddle you’re gonna be strict with even people outside heartslabyul-

Y/N: Um, yeah- I guess to be fair, I’ll share who I am.

Y/N: Y/N L/N, that’s who I am.

Cater: hiiiii ! its gonna be fine here dw XD

Trey: Just don’t cause too much trouble. ^^

Ace: @Y/N come join me and deuce’s chat so we can all mowhay-

Deuce: Oh my sevens...

Y/N: errr, okay- weirdo-

Ace: HEY- NVM KICK EM OUT- /j

You giggled. Maybe it’s not too bad.

[trappolia]

NRC BOYFRIEND TEXTS ── deuce spade x gn!reader

[somefanchick]

-Deuce’s Winter Break-

(This story is from Deuce's perspective during the events of book four. I only know information from the English server story and events so sorry if anything is terribly out of character. This fic is platonic and is cannon for my female Yuu-sona, but I do just call them Yuu in the story. Yuu uses she/her pronouns. Hope you enjoy! Ps. There is a little bit of cussing. Found the pictures in a post by @ naruryun, they are not mine.)

“We should trade Magicam IDs now that you've got a smartphone,” Ace pulled out his phone and began typing out Yuu’s account in the search bar, “Y'know, in case something comes up.”

I smiled as I pulled up the app on my own phone, “Oh, good idea. I'll share mine, too.”

Yuu’s ID was a play on the fact that the headmaster called her “Beast Master” after we got back from the dwarf’s mine. I could always tell she was secretly proud of that title. 

Ace finished adding her, “Feel free to hit me up if you get bored over winter break.”

She smirked, which was her form of a smile, “Thanks, I'll do that.”

“Man, you take everything I say so seriously Yuu,” Ace chuckled, “I was joking.”

I glared, “Then it was a lame one,” I then turned to smile at Yuu as I added her, “Anyway, feel free to reach out if you need anything at all,” I quickly tucked my phone in my pocket and grabbed my bag, “My mom's probably waiting on me, so I'd better go,” I began walking towards the Dark Mirror, “Happy holidays guys.”

I could hear Ace behind me, “Yeah, I'll do the same. See you next year!” I could hear him running to catch up with me, but I was already whispering the name of my street and stepping into the murky abyss.

It was hard to see my mom among the other kids meeting their families. Children cheering as their older siblings came home from their schools, parents hugging their grown babies and fussing over their bags of laundry, and the students basking in the attention that coming home brings. 

I looked through the crowd and found my mom. My grandmother always said I was the spitting image of her. She had straight, navy blue hair cut into a bob, blonde streaks weaving into a larger mass of hair.  Her eyes looked gray in the afternoon sun, but I knew they were really cyan. 

She caught my eye and lit up, “Deuce!”

I ran over to save her the trouble, “Hey Mom.”

“Let me get a look at you,” Mom gently grabbed my face and moved me around, “I can barely believe that’s my son.”

I pulled back and put my hand behind my neck, “I guess I’ve changed a bit since I left.”

She smiled, “You have no idea how proud I am of you.”

I flushed under her gaze, “Let’s head on home.”

She giggled, “As long as you tell me all about school.”

I gathered my bag under my arm, “Fine.”

Home was the same as it had been when I left. A small apartment with blankets piled on every chair and letters piled on the kitchen counter. I set my bag in my room and then moved to the kitchen, where Mom had begun fixing dinner.

“I’m making folded egg sandwiches,” Mom had her back turned to me, “Is that alright?”

“Yeah,” I sat down at the dining table, “So what do you want to know?”

“Everything,” Mom moved to the stove, “I haven’t heard anything from your teachers.”

“Well I’m doing okay in class, but that might just be because Trey, Riddle, and Yuu help me out.”

“Who are they?”

“Well, Trey and Riddle are in Heartslabyul with me. Trey’s the vice-housewarden and he’s like the dorm mother hen. He’s done most of the tutoring, but Riddle helps him sometimes. Riddle’s the housewarden and he’s ridiculously strict.”

“Oh really?” Mom started grating cheese, “And who’s this Yuu person?”

“Yuu is one of my-” I tried to think of the right word. Our group never calls ourselves ‘friends’, but that seems to be the only word to describe how we are. Yuu calls us “Dumbass Beasts”, but I don’t want to tell my Mom that.

“She’s one of my best friends.”

I could hear Mom’s eyebrow raise, “‘She’? Isn’t Night Raven an All Boys school?”

“That surprised me too, but Yuu’s an exception to a lot of rules,” My phone vibrated with a message, I spoke as I went to pull it up, “She doesn’t have magic, she’s only half a student, and she isn’t even from this world.”

Mom grabbed the bread from the breadbox, “I’m going to need you to explain all of that.”

“I wish I could.”

The message was from Yuu; Cater has been tagging me in his old photos for the past two hours. How did he even know I got a Magicam account? I couldn’t help but laugh. 

Mom scooped the folded eggs onto the bread, “At least explain the ‘half a student’ comment.”

“Well,” I sat my phone back on the table, “Since Yuu doesn’t have magic she and this monster named Grim share a single enrollment. But Yuu’s in charge of him since she’s the Ramshackle dorm prefect.”

“Ah,” Mom set the plate down in front of me, “Is that all your friends?”

“Nah, I’m friends with Ace too,” I got up to get something to drink, “He’s one of my roommates.”

“Ace Trappola?” Mom began making her own egg sandwich, “I think his father works at your grandfather’s company.”

I poured a glass of orange juice and made my way back to the table, “The four of us have done a lot in one semester.”

“Like what?”

“Well Ace and I challenged Riddle for his title.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” I took a sip of my juice, “Ace got in trouble for eating Riddle’s tart and then it became a huge deal. Riddle ended up overbloting.”

I swear Mom’s eyes bulged out of her head, “Overblot!?”

“Yeah. Yuu led all of us into battle to keep the other student’s safe and to keep Riddle from destroying himself. But that was only the first overblot.”

“The first?”

“Yeah don’t worry about it,” I took a large bite of my sandwich, “Yuu always has it under control. Even if she’s just directing us. It’s amazing.”

Mom sat down next to me, “Do you have a picture of your friends?”

I picked up my phone, “Not unless you count pictures Cater took while we weren’t expecting it. And then posted on Magicam with a dozen hashtags.”

“Maybe you could ask Yuu and Grim for a picture? I’d love to see them.”

“Sure,” I opened up Yuu’s message, “It’s not like they have much else to do at school.”

“At school? Did they not go somewhere for winter break?”

“They didn’t have anywhere to go.”

Mom set down her food, “Invite them to come here in spring. I’d be happy to host them.”

I chuckled, “Alright,” I texted Yuu; Hey my mom wants to see a pic of you and Grim. Mind sending one?

It took a moment for Yuu to respond; Yeah sure. Just let me get the weasel.

I set my phone down, “She’s gonna send a picture of her and Grim.” 

“How sweet,” Mom took the moment to begin eating. 

Our conversation dissolved into specific stories and the basics of our lives apart. It was weird how I felt so at home, while only feeling like a guest in the apartment. My Mom gushed and worried in waves as I talked about the Spelldrive tournament and the final exams. It was sweet to see her so happy about my actions. About who I was. I had given her a son to be proud of.

I spent the next day with my mom, meeting with other family and shopping for the holidays. But that night my phone lit up with a message from Yuu; Trapped in Scarabia, I’ll explain later. 

I was up all night, waiting for my phone to buzz again, but the only notification I got was Ace messaging me to ask if I had heard anything else from Yuu.

Eight AM came around and I chugged two cups of coffee before heading out on a walk to keep my mind off of Yuu’s vague and semi-terrifying message. 

“Hey Deuce!” I froze in my tracks, turning to see my old ‘pal’ Hatter, his lackey Coney trailing behind. 

Hatter was the leader of the delinquents I hung out with in middle school. He called me his equal until I went straight. His appearance hadn’t changed; hair bleached a platinum blonde, green eyes that constantly had a crazed look as they dashed from victim to victim, a trailing black jacket with copper buttons, and of course his iconic evergreen tophat with the price tag sticking out the brim. 

Coney matched the jacket, but he had his own brand of insane to portray. His hair was bleached to a honey blonde and his brown rabbit ears stuck out of his head with copper piercings along every furry edge. His black eyes always seemed to be watching Hatter, as if he was waiting for the signal to attack. 

“How have you been, man?” Hatter wrapped his arm around my shoulder as if we had only been apart for a week or so, “Coney here was just saying how much he missed seeing you on that blastcycle of yours. Right Coney?”

Coney nodded like his life depended on it, “Yes! Yes!”

“Look guys,” I made an effort to move out of their reach, “I’m not-”

“Aw,” Coney stopped nodding, “Are you not fun anymore?”

“What?”

“Sounds like you hit the bullseye Coney,” Hatter began messing with his brim, a signal to change their approach, “I guess you were serious about that ‘going straight’ thing.”

“I am,” I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, “And I have to go.”

“Go?” Hatter came closer, backing me into an alleyway, “But we just reunited!”

“I’m not like you guys anymore,” my hand gripped my phone in my pocket, praying that it would buzz again, “I have friends who need me right now.”

Coney’s hand drifted towards a bright blue dumpster, “You think you're better than us?”

“No way mate,” Hatter smirked and whipped his own magic pen out, “Tea Party!” My arms went flying up, my phone and other valuables making a mad dash for Hatter’s and Coney’s open hands. Hatter caught my phone and looked at the message, “This ‘Ace’ fella is.”

My heart sank, the message wasn’t from Yuu.

Coney looked over, “Oh what’s this? You and this ‘Ace’ are talking about a girl?”

“What did he say?”

Hatter smirked, “Oh? So this ‘going straight’ thing is for the eye of some lovely lady. I’m hurt.”

“No,” I marched forward and grabbed my wallet from Coney’s hand, “I’m becoming a better person for myself. I want to be an honor’s student and I’m doing a damn good job. Yuu is just a friend.”

“Sure,” Hatter rolled his eyes, “I’ll believe that,” he changed his voice to mock mine, “‘Look at me, giving up my freedom for some stupid dream of being an honor’s student.’ No way. You’re not built for that Deuce.”

My phone buzzed in his hand.

“I used to respect you Spade,” He put my phone in the ribbon of his tophat, taunting me, “Now look at you. You’re a fucking chump.”

My phone buzzed again. Something inside of me snapped like a dry twig. I could feel my body heat from the inside out, old mussels returning to their place. I didn’t reach for my pen. I just punched the bastard.

Hatter went flying back into the wall, clearly expecting to have to taunt me longer before I took action. Coney didn’t hesitate to pounce on me, knocking me to the ground under him. He fired off punch after punch, leaving the taste of blood on my lips. I kicked him off and into Hatter, aiming to get my phone back. I had to see if it was Yuu. 

It all turned into a blurr. A barrage of fists coming from all directions. All I focused on was Hatter’s stupid tophat.

I got the phone back and backed away. No one followed me.

All of the messages were from Ace.

Yuu hasn’t explained. What does her text even mean?

Should we go back and check on her?

I’m going. I don’t know what’s happening but it sounds like trouble. Meet me at the bus stop in town in two hours if you’re joining me.

I cleaned off in a park restroom before running home to pack a duffel bag. Mom was immediately understanding and packed me a few sandwiches for Ace and me. She smiled and reminded me that Yuu was welcome to come back with me, as well as telling me to text her when I was coming back. I nodded and gave her a hug before running out the door.

The two hours were up and I met with Ace at the bus stop.

Ace was pacing, waiting for the noon bus, “Who just messages that they’ve been kidnaped and then doesn’t respond for twelve hours!? Yuu’s going to be the death of us.”

“Calm down,” I hid my own anxieties, “This is Yuu we’re talking about. If anyone can handle being ‘trapped’, it’s her. Plus, Grim should be with her.”

“You say that like that’s a good thing.”

“Fair enough,” I kept going, “But despite the fact that it’s Grim, he can still fire off spells. Plus he’s pretty good with fire magic. Maybe we’ll arrive to see Scarabia in blue flames.”

“Again, you say that like that’s a good thing.”

“It’s the best thing I can think of.”

The PA system cracked to life, “Bus to Night Raven terminal is now boarding on platform three.”

“Come on,” I grabbed my bags and began walking, “Our friend needs us.”

[weaver-of-fates]

Literally anything Leona and I'm good, maybe idk prefect accidentally gets turned into a mountain lion beastman so they ask him to help them stop closing/slamming doors on their tail?

Took a little bit more time to get around to this one. Life, it's a thing. But I've got it out now! Sorry that Leona doesn't actually appear until the end and only for a little bit. -Shy

Oneshot Stats

Title: Potion Beastman?

Written By: Shy & Leona

Word Count: 2235

Characters: The Prefect, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Grim, Leona Kingscholar, The Ramshackle Ghosts, Divus Crewel

Other Notes: Crewel has a very minor role.

As the smoke cleared from the potion that was dumped onto the floor, Ace and Deuce gaped at the sight they saw. There stood the prefect, unaware of the new appendages they gained. Meanwhile, Grim was laughing his ass off on the floor. Ace kicked him lightly, getting a snarl out of the cat-like creature.

“What was that for!?” he snapped, glaring at Ace, paws on his side, imitating how a person would put their hands on their hips.

“Stop laughing! This really isn’t funny. We’re going to get in so much trouble with-”

“Do you puppies care to explain what happened here?”

Ace, Deuce, and Grim all spun around quickly to see Professor Crewel standing there, his whip in his hands as he glared down at them. The prefect looked up at him in confusion.

“The potion got dropped on the floor, I don’t know what else happened,” the prefect responded to his question with a shrug, starting to head to get the materials to clean up.

“No. Prefect, stay. You three,” Crewel pointed at the other three. “You find the materials to clean this mess up. Stay here after class.”

Ace, Deuce, and Grim were quickly off to get the tools to clean up the mess they had made in their fight over the potion they made with the prefect’s help. The prefect looked at Crewel inquisitively.

“Do you know what happened to you?”

“No? What’s happened-” the prefect began as they started to check themself, cutting themself off once spotting the tail they had gained.

“You’ve gained the features of a mountain lion. The effects should wear off by tomorrow. In the meantime, you’re stuck with those features.”

The prefect sighed, facepalming. “Are you kidding me.”

“Those puppies will get the punishment they need,” Crewel said, half to himself and half to the prefect as he walked away.

Ace and Deuce got back, beginning to clean up the mess of the potion as Grim dumped some cleaning supplies on the floor next to them. The prefect crossed their arms in irritation, looking down at the three boys who caused the mess in the first place.

“Seriously? This isn’t even the right effect!” The prefect waved their hands at themself. “You made me into some sort of cat person! This was supposed to be a water resistance potion! Ugh, I can’t believe you messed this up so badly. This isn’t even close to the effect we were looking for. Now we’re going to have to do this project all over again, likely after Crewel is done punishing the three of you for being stupid.”

“Yeah yeah,” Ace started, rolling his eyes as he stood up. “We’ll get this project with no problem. It was just a little mistake, that’s all.”

“Uh,” Deuce interjected, causing the rest of the friend group to look at him. “The prefect does have a point. You started boiling the potion when the instructions said to put it on a low simmer.”

“Yeah? Well you put this, glittery stuff, in way too early! It’s not my fault!” Ace snapped back in a snippy tone.

Deuce sighed. “I didn’t blame just you for this. Though it’s not like the three of us can just brush off what happened no problem. We’re going to receive punishment for it, whether we want it or not.”

Grim huffed. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Crewel’s got it all wrong!”

“Trying to claim you’re all goody-two shoes now Grim?” Ace said, a malicious smirk painting itself on his face. “Don’t even try that. You were the one who was going to try and take all the credit for our hard work and dropped the bottle with the potion onto the floor.”

“Are the three of you done?” the prefect snapped, glaring at the three they were talking to.

The three looked at the prefect with wide eyes for a moment before looking down shamefully. Grim quickly perked back up afterwards. Ace looked off to the side while Deuce rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, prefect,” Deuce said, biting his lip before looking back at them.

“Yeah, sorry,” Ace followed soon after, rubbing his hands together nervously.

“Hmph. I guess I’m sorry, henchman,” Grim huffed out, turning his head away in disdain.

The prefect raised an eyebrow. “Is that the best I’m gonna get out of you, Grim?”

“What do you mean ‘the best you’re gonna get’ outta me?” Grim jeered, a puff of smoke escaping his mouth.

The prefect sighed. “Fine, whatever. The three of you will receive enough punishment from Crewel as is.”

The three released a synchronous sigh of relief. Though the tail the prefect now had still swayed with irritation, their arms were no longer crossed and they breathed in and out, trying to calm themself down after what happened.

—

Class was released for the day and the prefect was left on their own. Their normal companions after class were stuck with Professor Crewel, receiving their punishment for wrecking the experiment and turning the prefect into a beastman temporarily. They went to close the door to the classroom as Crewel instructed, only to yelp in surprise and turn towards the door. Their tail slid out before it was trapped once they turned around. The prefect sighed, closing the door for good this time.

A bunch of scents hit them all at once when they turned back to the hallway. Someone’s cologne, another’s tuna breath who passed right in front of them, the scent of the markers from the classroom down the hall, the scent of the outside wafting in from the open windows. The prefect’s head was already starting to pound from it all. All the noise of the after school crowd didn’t help either, from everyone talking to their friends to those goofing off. The prefect covered the ears on top of their head and squeezed their eyes shut, trying to shut out the world.

“How does anyone deal with this much all at once?” they muttered to themself, opening their eyes to a squint as they attempted to navigate the halls.

Everything seemed to blur together as the prefect tried to navigate this new and overwhelming world. Thankfully, they were soon outside heading for Ramshackle dorm. Everything was quieter out here and less smelly without all the students to clog everything up. A breath escaped the prefect, one they weren’t aware they were holding until it was released.

They entered their dorm, throwing their school stuff to the side temporarily and flopped down onto the rickety couch. It groaned underneath them with age, complaining about their graceless fall onto it. The prefect sighed, getting up once again. They grabbed their homework and set it down on the coffee table, heading to the kitchen to grab something to eat. They took a look around in the fridge, finding nothing they wanted there, they went to close the fridge, only to flinch as they almost closed the door on their tail again.

“That’s the second time already,” they grumbled, closing the fridge door.

The prefect went through different cupboards, eventually finding a suitable snack before returning to the coffee table. They sat on the floor next to it, grabbing out a pen to complete their work with. The homework they had to do was nothing difficult, just finishing up a few things they weren’t able to complete in class. It wasn’t something that would take them much time, especially since Grim wasn’t here to distract them.

“Oh, why do you have ears and a tail now?” one of the Ramshackle ghosts asked, appearing before the prefect, their head in their hands.

“Did something happen?” another one piped in, appearing next to the other one.

The prefect sighed. “Potion accident with Ace, Deuce, and Grim. They’re currently undergoing punishment from Professor Crewel.”

“How long will it last?” the third one finally appeared, appearing on the other side of the first one.

“Crewel said it should be gone by tomorrow.”

“Well that’s wonderful news!” the first one exclaimed, a big smile across their face.

The prefect smiled softly back at them. “I suppose it is good news. I won’t have to keep accidentally closing doors on my tail then, because it won’t exist anymore.”

The second ghost tilted their head inquisitively at the prefect. “Closing doors on your tail? Isn’t there a way to avoid that?”

The prefect shrugged. “I don’t know any of those methods if they exist.” They paused for a moment to think. “Well, they must exist, because I don’t see Leona or Jack close doors on their tails.”

“You could ask them to give you tips!” the third ghost chirped, clapping their hands together.

The prefect hummed in response. “I suppose I could. You think they would be in their dorm at this time? Well, Leona has Spelldrive practice and Jack has his individual sports club. They’re probably both attending their separate things.”

“When do you get done with your homework?” the first ghost asked, looking at the papers in front of the prefect.

“I’m almost done with it. I just have this last question to finish up.”

“Well, you can wait at their dormitory after you finish your homework,” the second ghost suggested.

“I suppose I’ll do that. And also ask how to deal with these heightened senses. I got overwhelmed in the hallways earlier when everyone was getting out of class.”

“That’s definitely a good idea, especially since you’re supposed to attend one of those Heartslabyul parties later tonight,” the third ghost added in.

The prefect paused. “Crap, I almost forgot about that. Thank you for reminding me.”

They finished writing out their answer, then put their homework away where they would remember to pick it up for the day when they would turn it in. They changed out of their school clothes into a set of clothes more comfortable before heading out to go to the mirror chamber. The breeze was nice and calming outside, any voices to be heard far away at this time, all the way at the sports fields. The prefect shrugged, supposing they could hear them because of the heightened senses they obtained.

The prefect arrived at the mirror chamber, quickly entering the Savannaclaw mirror. Everything seemed to warp around them, the familiar weird feeling in their stomach knotting up until they were at the dorm, the feeling fading away as they stepped away from the mirror. They went inside of the dormitory, barely any students to be seen. Most of them were at clubs anyway, and the ones that were here were likely only here because they weren’t allowed to attend their clubs at this time for various reasons.

They glanced around for any signs of the three they were most familiar with, Jack, Ruggie, or Leona. The prefect shook their head when they noticed nothing about the three of them being here recently. They paused for a moment, noticing how there wasn’t much sensory stimulation to be had here, with few scents and few sounds. There was just enough of anything here to let them know that things were alive here to begin with.

“Well, I suppose that makes sense,” the prefect mumbled to themself. “This dorm is mostly made of beastmen.”

They decided to head towards Leona’s room, quickly finding their way there after having spent some nights there. The prefect shook the memory of those events away, opening the door to the recognisable room. There was a very light scent in here, some sort of perfume the prefect couldn’t identify, though it was likely something from the Sunset Savannah, Leona’s homeland.

The prefect flopped down onto the floor, the place where they had slept during their nights in this room. It was easy to get comfortable with the soft rugs there and wait for the resident of this room to arrive. The prefect’s ears flicked in contentment as relaxation spread through their muscles.

“What are you doing here again, herbivore?” Leona asked as he entered his room, not looking at the prefect for the moment, simply flopping down onto his bed.

The prefect hopped up to a standing position, going over to Leona’s bed and leaning over him. “You see, I have a bit of an issue.”

Leona’s eyes widened as he saw the ears and tail and sat up. “How did you become a mountain lion?”

“Potion.”

Leona sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Let me guess, Ace, Deuce, and the furball?”

The prefect nodded. “Grim dropped the potion on me and Ace and Deuce messed up the potion itself in the first place. I’m still annoyed with them, but Crewel is taking care of them.”

“I see. So what do you want me to do about this?”

“Coping mechanisms. How the hell do you cope with these extra appendages? How do you cope with the world at large? It’s so overwhelming, all the sounds and smells. How do you live?”

Leona snorted. “You learn.”

The prefect grumbled, crossing their arms. “Nuh-uh, you’re helping me with this one.”

Leona groaned. “Fine, I'll help you. You’re attending the Heartslabyul party later after all, right?”

The prefect nodded. “I had almost forgotten about it earlier. I’ll do a favour for you later.”

Leona grinned crookedly at the prefect. “That’s what I thought. Come here then, let’s start with how to not close doors on your tail.”

[thesunshineriptide]

First years with a Lamia!Reader

The greek legends say that Lamia was once a beautiful Queen that the king of the gods himself fancied, much to his wife’s ire. When the Queen sired her many children, Hera struck them down by either sending fits of madness into Lamia’s mind, or by her own hand. In her tears, Lamia devoured the children of other mothers, slowly transforming into a terrifying, snakelike demon, who was blind by day, but free to hunt at night.

It is similar to the concept of the Naga, which is a semi-divine being that is half human and half cobra. The Naga is a powerful race, as each can transform between fully human, fully snake, and true naga form at will.

For this particular request, I have combined the two into a very…interesting creature.

Fangs Up!

Tw// monsters, snakes, physical violence, attempted cannibalism (as a joke), fish cannibalism, eating a “dog” whole, biting, mentions of poison/venom

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek

There is simply something about you that makes it hard to look away. It’s similar to the Leech twins, in a way, or to the Diasomnia housewarden. There’s something in your eyes, in your movements, in the words that slip from your tongue. The prestige that Leona neglects to carry, but the sociability that Malleus himself lacks.

It seems as though you float, slink, and slide everywhere you go. It seems like one minute someone could be positive they’re completely alone in the hall, and the next they can feel your breath on their neck.

It isn’t uncommon for a non-humanoid to attend Night Raven College, it’s fairly common. It doesn’t make it any less nerve wracking.

All the upperclassmen have to remind themselves that at least they aren’t a first year, like you. They can leave sooner.

Ace:

There’s very few that would be bold enough to actively start a fight with you. Just like the Leech twins, you’re tall, insanely strong, and a bit intimidating. But very obvious warnings can’t stop this idiot!

No, he’s the first freshman to try and make friends with you, and he wastes no time immediately trying to fight you.

But oh, how the tables turn. You catch him alone in the hall between classes, seemingly lost, and walk to stand behind him, reading his schedule over his shoulder. Letting out a ‘tsk’ that sounded more like a hiss seemed to startled Ace, however. He let out a terrified squeak and jumped away panicked.

“Hahahah, you sound like a little mouse!” Your sharp teeth were on full display as you laughed, only remembering after a moment to cover your mouth as you did so, “You look a bit like one too, all wide eyes and big ears.”

“Hey! My ears aren’t big! They’re completely normal sized!” Ace pouted as he nervously covered his ears, “whatever, did you just come to make fun of me, or are you gonna help me get to class? Not that you’d be much help, you probably don’t know where anything is either.”

With a closed mouth grin, you took his schedule from him, “Class 1-7 alchemy? It’s right around the corner, three doors down on the left.” You handed it back, a smug look on your face.

“How’d you even know that? We’ve been here like, four days!”

“Maybe I’m just smarter than you.” You grinned, showing sharp fangs, “If you want, we can walk around campus after classes until you’re familiar with where everything is. It’s what I did.”

Ace raised his eyebrows for a moment, then shrugged, “Sounds better than flamingo duty. Our housewarden is such a stick in the mud.”

You laughed and leaned over him a moment to watch him squirm before simply patting his head, “See you later, Rat tail. I’ll pick you up in the dorm hall, yeah?”

Deuce:

Deuce isn’t a coward in any regard…except for when he’s scared. Listen, he can’t just unleash his delinquent side every time there’s an issue, and he has enough sense to not start shit with you.

However…he can’t naturally escape you. You’re friends with Ace, his best-friend-sometimes-enemy-sometimes-no-homo-boyfriend, so you’re friends with him whether you like it or not!

What he doesn’t seem to realize for a while, though, is that you actually don’t mind his company. He’s a good boy, he does his homework, he doesn’t cause trouble intentionally, and he seems to have enough street smarts to assess situations pretty well, even if he’s gullible and clumsy.

Honestly, nothing could have prepared him for this.

“Deuce,” you start, “Your sleeve has a tear.”

He blinked a moment before looking down at his arm, and, sure enough, there’s a long tear going all the way up his forearm. Not just that, but it’s deep, and he’s bleeding.

“Where did you get that?” You question, voice low, “Was it a fight?”

“N-no! At least, I don’t think so! I don’t remember it.”

You frown and take his arm, holding him tight when he instinctively tries to jerk back. When you run a finger on the cut and frown deeper, he begins to panic.

“Nobody touches what’s mine.” He hears you murmur before letting his arm drop, “I’ll walk you to the infirmary so they can check it out. If you didn’t feel it before, you might have a numbing agent or poison in your system. I’ll mend your shirt and sleeve after it gets washed.”

He doesn’t quite know what to do, but nod dumbly and let you guide him away.

Ace and Deuce see your snake form for the first time together. It seems as though it isn’t something you prefer around here, or around them, but instead something you save for emergencies.

The emergency in question is that their dorm leader is having a mental breakdown and getting pretty close to killing the dorms population.

It’s a few beats into him trying to beat Ace with a rose bush that looks more like a tree before Riddle’s movement stops and he screams in anger.

When Ace manages to peek beyond the shrubbery, he sees you. He watches as you coil yourself around Riddle, restraining his movement with your long snakelike body, face showing a small amount of remorse as you squeeze him until he looks like he’s about to pass out.

Deuce is running to Ace, now, pulling him to his feet.

“Deuce- Deuce, look at the dorm head.”

“I know, I know, I saw.”

“No, I mean the snake- it’s- y/n….”

“I noticed, yeah. Kinda cool to have a snake friend, right?”

Deuce and Ace looked to you at the same time, watching as you opened your mouth to bite a now unconscious Riddle. You paused, locking eyes with them, then closed your mouth and instead let go of Riddle, carefully laying him on the ground.

“Thank you for not eating him, Y/N.”

“I dunno, Deuce, I kinda think they should have.”

“ACE NO-“

Jack:

The best kept secret of NRC is the vow of silence everyone is Heartslabyul was sworn to about how Riddle was defeated. The worst kept secret, though, is how Leona was defeated.

No, you hadn’t really talked to Jack before your investigation into the mysterious accidents right before the spelldrive tournament, but he became a close ally near overnight. Unfortunately, that overnight happened to be the one before the morning Leona overblotted.

Jack looked worriedly between you, the braincell duo, Ruggie, Leona, and Riddle. He needed to find out where to prioritize his needs - you’re built strong, but do you need protecting? Where is he needed most right now?

It’s when you lunge toward Ruggie to get him away from Leona’s grasp that he jumps to action, scooping up Riddle just as his signature spell on Leona fails. He manages to pull him out of danger, and before Riddle can reprimand him, he pulls him back to the ground to avoid a fireball.

He turns to see you trying to throw a spelldrive disc at Leona’s head. Seriously, this is the one who defeated an overblot?

He’s dumbfounded when it works though, and Leona passes out from the hit. Jesus, do you eat steroids for breakfast? Is Leona just that weak?

And he really doesn’t know what to do when you pick up a black gem and lick it. What the fuck is wrong with you. He does a double take when you eye Leona with what he can only describe as hunger.

Jack isn’t sure what he’s doing when he walks over to you, quietly whispering in your ear, “Please don’t eat him, he’s a prince.”

He’s more than happy to find out that you’re actually really cool, though. The more he sees of you afterward, the more he finds himself warming up to you. It seems like you sneak into Savanaclaw just to take naps in the sand, or to cheer him on when he does his morning laps. He appreciates all the little doodles you bring him of animals. Birds, cats, mice, and dogs, mostly, with the occasional giraffe or fish. He keeps them in his binder to look at when he’s feeling sad.

He first sees your snake form when Azul overblots. At first glance he misses you - there’s a lot of skinny long things waving about. But when he counts how many eel merfolk there are in the fight, he notices there’s too many. Or at least, he thinks so.

That’s when it clicked with him. He watched as your scaled body wrapped around Azul’s middle and you tried trapping his arms down, hissing and glaring at him as he writhed in your grasp. It seemed an octopus wasn’t ideal prey.

“Yamakagashi-chan! Bite him!”

Jack’s eyes went wide, “DO NOT BITE HIM.”

“Don’t worry, Jack-kun, Azul himself is venomous. It’s unlikely this will kill him.”

“DO NOT BITE HIM PLEASE, Y/N, I KNOW DAMN WELL YOU WONT STOP AT BITING.”

Suddenly, it seemed Azul’s mood shifted from angry to scared, and in an instant he shrunk down to his normal humanoid size, the blot leaving him.

Man, you really had a way or ending fights quick, huh?

“Do you think he tastes like Takoyaki?”

“I KNOW he tastes like Takoyaki~ I used to chomp on his tentacles all the time when we were younger.”

“Y/N DONT EAT HIM”

Epel:

You aren’t ever on Epel’s radar until you’re on Rook’s, because he won’t shut the fuck up about you and it’s really starting to freak him out.

“Ah, the Règle de forme seems to be enjoying some minced meat pie today, how fascinating, how exquisite!”

Epel let’s out a huff before excusing himself from the table to walk up to where you sit, surrounded by your idiots.

“Excuse me? You’re the- uh, Rook called you the Règle de forme? You fought the overblots, right?”

Your eyes flick over him before leaning back in your seat, “I suppose I am. Did you need something?”

“O-oh! Well, uh, I just wanted to tell you that Vice housewarden Rook has been…uh, hunting you? He does that a lot, but it’s definitely getting uncomfortable so I wanted to tell you in advance of him doing something stupid.”

The easy smile on your face as you lean back forward, head resting on your hand tells him that maybe he shouldn’t have been concerned.

“Will you protect me from him, then?” Epel’s eyes widened as you laughed, “you’re quite adept at spelldrive, surely you can handle this as well, can’t you?”

Epel let the soft boy look on his face drop and he gave a little evil grin, “Yer darn tootin’ I can!”

He watched as you raised an eyebrow before patting the empty seat next to yourself, “Take a seat, cowboy. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a royal retainer.”

Epel first sees your snake form on accident. After a long week at college you had disappeared into the woods to ‘blow off steam’, but you hadn’t come back for a few hours, and coincidentally, Rook also disappeared.

So in his nervousness, he ventured into the woods himself to find you.

It wasn’t long until he was lost - he would never admit he was, but he didn’t know the area as well as he knew home, okay? - and heard someone calling his name.

He assumed it was you, and called back, “hello?” He took a tentative step off the trail, “Y/N? Is that you?”

What he didn’t expect was to be met with glowing yellow eyes, large teeth, and a snarl from a creature pouncing on top of him. It’s matted black and brown and grey fur stunk of moss and rot, it’s slobber dripped on his shirt and caused it to sizzle and burn like acid.

He tried to scream, but the wind was knocked out of him from the beast before him. He felt his head growing dizzy and silently wrote his will.

Then the weight was gone, and a hiss cut through the pounding in his ears.

Now atop of him laid a cold, scaly body, and even farther away was you, biting down on the creature and -

And you ate it.

Whole.

How you managed to move afterward was unclear to him, but it was clear you were very tired and pretty angry as you slithered back to him.

Your eyes seemed clouded as you hissed out “mine. Nobody else gets my prey, just me.” But the daze seemed to pass when you made eye contact.

Your body slithered off him and he heard bones cracking as you transformed back to your human form. There was a pause of him staring at the sky and you panting before you walked over and offered to help him up.

“On your feet, retainer. It’s time we get back, isn’t it?”

Sebek:

Sebek only ever saw you as a threat to his Lord and Savior Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley, and as a result made sure to steer clear of you.

He did, however, have one interaction with you.

It was late at night just after Equestrian Club called it a day when you strolled up, on two feet, but scaly and looking distinctly non-human.

“You.” You said, staring at him, “Sebek Zigvolt, aren’t you?”

“That is correct.” He said firmly, almost aggressively, “And you’re the snake of the school, yes?”

“That is correct,” you mirrored, lisp sliding into your voice, “I require help. You attend to a dragon, don’t you?”

“I do more than simply attend to Lord Malleus! I protect him with my life!” He cried indignantly.

You simply hummed, looking tired, “Do you know a remedy for insatiable hunger, half-fae?”

He stared, trying to decide between terror and feeling affronted. He settled on being helpful. “I do. I will get the recipe from Master Lilia, and bring you a copy.”

Your lidded stare made him feel uneasy before you just smiled, nodded, and began to move away, “That would be appreciated. Meet me at the ramshackle dorm. I don’t believe I should be around many people for a while.”

He watched as you walked away with all the grace of a sea-legged pirate, then began to internally freak out.

In the end, he did get the potion recipe from Lilia, and simply knocked on the door of the ramshackle dorm to make sure you were there, then slid it under the door when you hissed a reply to do so.

He still feels queasy thinking of it.

[the-banana-0verlord]

Swings(Deuce Spade x reader)

Note: angst with a happy ending, gn reader.

***

The creaking of the swings slowly went back and forth. Of all the playground, this was your favourite place. You never liked the other kids, and they didn’t like you. So everyone stayed in their own territory, you the swings, them the rest. It was a good arrangement, really. 

Suddenly, another creak joined yours. You looked to your right. A little boy with blonde hair was gently rocking himself, a gloomy look on his face. After few moments of hesitation, you decided to speak up: 

« Hi. »

 He looked up to you. His eyes told the story of his sadness. 

« Hi, he replied. 

- Are you okay?

-... 

-... 

-...No. 

-Why? 

-All the other kids keep calling me dumb. »

He looked away. You knew the feeling oh so well. You had also felt it before you put your foot down and claimed the swings. 

« All the other kids are dumb, you muttered. 

-Do you think I’m dumb? 

-...No. 

-Why? 

-I don’t know. »

 The creaking sound followed the silence as you both eyed the ground. 

« Do you want to play tag? You suggested. 

-Sure. »

 And just like that, your friendship blossomed through the rejection of others and the kindness of you both.

***

Until six years later, at the age of eleven, your unlikely friendship held. But the inevitable had to happen. 

« You need to stop picking fights! » you cried. You were treating Deuce’s wound by the swings. Since about three years, it had been a recurring thing. 

« It’s not my fault they keep provocation get me, he grumbled.

-But you keep getting hurt! I hate it! » 

He stood up abruptly, making you flinch back. 

« Well, it’s who I am! And if you hate it, then you hate me! 

-you know that’s not what I meant! 

- that’s it! I’m out! »

You watched tearfully your childhood friend walk away. You didn’t call out to him, because you knew he wouldn’t turn. Him, on the other hand, was waiting desperately for you to yell his name, to stop him from making the biggest mistake of his life, even if he won’t admit it. But the call never came, and he kept walking.

***

The Dark Mirror announced your dorm. You walked to your dorm mates, passing by the back of a boy with dark blue hair.

***

You opened the door of class 1-A, with 30 faces crowded in. 30 unfamiliar... and one familiar. The years had done him good, but you still recognised your ex-best friend, Deuce Spade. You hid yourself behind your hair, hoping for him not to notice you. You weren’t ready to face him after all this time. You quietly took place at the back of the class, being sure that he wouldn’t see you from there. 

But what you didn’t know, it was that he was as aware of you of your presence here. He had seen you at orientation. He needed to muster up the courage to talk- to apologise to you. How could he ever find the words to describe the gutting feeling that had followed him since that unfortunate day?

***

The familiar creaking sound brought a smile to your face. You had found a rusty pair of swings behind the abandoned dorm. You had put it back in shape in no time.

As it did eleven years ago, another creak sang along with yours. You didn’t look up-  You knew who it was. 

« Hi, he spoke.

 -...Hi. 

-... 

-... 

-I’m sorry. »

 You heard him take a deep breath. 

« I am so, so sorry. I... I did a mistake, back then. No, not a mistake. Hundreds, thousands of mistakes. But the first one was to leave you. I should’ve listened, but instead I disappointed you and Mom. School was hard, and skipping and bullying was easy. I’m not trying to make excuses. I know what I did was wrong, and I intend to make it up to you, whether you forgive me or not. »

 He fell silent, letting the creaking sound fill the empty space. Your hand left the swing’s chain to take his hand. He looked at you. 

 « I forgive you, Deuce Spade. »

 You turned your head towards him, a smile on your face. He smiled back, entertaining your fingers. All that could be heard was the comforting sound of your swings swinging in harmony.

***

Have a good day/night!