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bonjour >:) requests are open, and thus i am requesting leona, vil (aster is converting me how dare) and idia (again, i am being converted) with a s/o who drags them out to buy matching outfits and accidentally revealing their secret relationship?

it’s just an outfit

ft. leona kingscholar, vil schoenheit, idia shroud summary: even with the attempt to hide their identity, your boyfriend is noticed in public shopping with you warnings: invasion of privacy via paparazzi, use of they/them pronouns for reader (idia)

leona kingscholar  He seemed so nonchalant about it, only opting to wear a hat and insisting no one would care what a second-born prince was doing buying matching outfits with another person.  He seemed to be correct on that matter until five minutes after you got back to his dorm to lay down.  After changing into your couple’s black and yellow loungewear, messages began to flood your phone from your friends. Links to dozens of articles claiming to have the scoop on Leona Kingscholar's new relationship.  "‘Sunset Savanna Royalty Seen Shopping with Mystery Person. Could This Be a Budding New Romance?’” Leona read one of the titles over your shoulder, throwing in sarcastically shocked tone.  You glared at him as you turned to face him before your face fell in worry. "What if this…changes things between us? Since everyone practically knows now."  "I don’t think this changes anything between us. Not to me, anyway. We just don't have to sneak around anymore." He paused to rest a hand on your cheek. "You’re still okay being mine, right?"  You nodded. "Of course I am."  "That’s all that matters to me, love." Leona threw his arm over your shoulders to bring you closer to his chest, not missing the chance to leave a kiss on your forehead before continuing your impromptu nap.

vil schoenheit  It was his idea to both wear masks to reduce the possibility of being recognized. He was even smart enough to style his hair differently than usual.  Needless to say, Vil had a lot of experience trying to avoid paparazzi as one of the most famous teenagers in twisted wonderland.  You had insisted on going out and getting matching outfits despite your relationship not being public yet, he agreed but not without a warning of how overwhelming it could become if someone recognized him in public.  "It's no big deal, I can handle it," you told him.  "As long as you're confident, my dear."   The trip was going fairly well, you had picked out matching peacoats that would help keep you warm in the cold temperatures. It was when you were looking at sweaters that a fan of his recognized him and noticed your close proximity to each other.  Before you knew it, pictures were being taken as Vil took your hand to lead you away, tsking at the misplaced enthusiasm the public had for him. Once you were sure you were alone he turned to hold you.  "I apologize for the scene, I hope it wasn't too much for you."  "I'm sorry for dragging you out here." You glanced the ground. "People will probably start harassing you about being in a relationship now."  "I knew the risks before entering a relationship with you." He tilted your head up to look at you properly. "I don't mind at all, because now I'm able to be open about the fondness I hold for you."

idia shroud  It’s not like you were actively keeping your relationship a secret, it just hadn’t come up in conversation yet. Most of the time you and Idia spent together was either on voice call or playing games in his room.  You had asked him a few times if he’d be willing to go with you to get matching outfits. It never mattered what it was, just as long as you matched with him. One weekend he finally found the courage to go to the mall with you, as long as he could keep his hood up and face down the entire time.  You were almost jumping with joy at the prospect of getting your introvert boyfriend to do something he would've never done before meeting you. Yes he had stipulations, but you were just glad to have this bonding opportunity with him.  Idia quickly steered you towards the back section of a store that he claimed had "everything an otaku would ever want." You passed walls of shirts for every anime, video game, and vocaloid you'd ever heard of, and then some.  That's exactly when he spotted two students he shared occasional classes with. Said students noticed him back, saw how he looked at you with panic, and quickly connected the dots.  "Well if they're standing that close to Idia Shroud..."  "Exactly what I was thinking, they've got to be special to him for that kind of privilege."  You didn't get to hear the rest of the conversation as Idia dragged you out of said "otaku heaven," mumbling something about finding merch online instead.

a/n: sorry that leona's is a bit shorter, i tried to mix up each scenario the best i could m.list & rules

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the stars in your eyes

characters: deuce spade, leona kingscholar, jade leech, jamil viper, silver summary: noticing the small details that make your boyfriend him warnings: mention of leona's scar, swordfighting, otherwise just fluff

Deuce Spade  He'd been nervously shifting in his seat for the better part of ten minutes, every now and then glancing at you just to see you staring at him.  "Do I have something on my face?" He finally asked.  "Yeah, handsomeness."  His face became flushed. "Thank you...but it's like you're staring right into my soul," Deuce nervously giggled.  "It's like I'm staring into the endless ocean." You held your gaze. "But it's even better because it's you and you're right here with me."  He tried to stare back at you for a few seconds, but failed, quickly turning away and finding something to distract himself with. You let out a light laugh as the eye contact ended, enamored by his reaction.

Leona Kingscholar  His chest rose and fell as you observed him. He was once again fast asleep in the botanical gardens, sun cascading across his face.  Absentmindedly, you reached out to slowly trace the scar going over his left eye.  "Herbivore." You had woken him up and he was now staring up at you, his cat-like pupils thinning to slits to accommodate for the midday sun. "What do you think you're doing?"  "I think..." You gaze into Leona's eyes, fingertips sitting still on his cheekbone. "I think I want you to look at me like that forever."  You swore you saw his pupils grow in size, but he'd deny it if you said anything. A small smile appeared on your face.  "I think I want to nap," he replied and, much to your chagrin, closed his eyes to resume his slumber. In your mind, you replayed the image of him looking at you, those emeralds he held easily rivaling even the most expensive jewelry one could buy.

Jade Leech  It was always a joy to see Jade practice his passion. That passion being taking care of his endless mushroom collection. The happiness showing in his eyes was always worth it to you, and you made sure to take in every bit of it.  Except he always noticed your staring. Although, this time he decided to say something about it.  "Why do you look at me with such intensity, my dear?" His casually delivered question threw you off, causing you to find sudden interest in the floor.  "Oh, um, I like it when you're happy, it makes me happy."  "I'm glad you're happy, then," he commented and went back to work making sure each individual terrarium was in ideal condition.  "Your eyes are also super pretty," you found yourself saying. "I love how one is like the sun and the other is like the earth. It's almost like you're my entire world."  It was his turn to deliver a shocked expression, not expecting you to turn the situation into an opportunity to flirt with him.

Jamil Viper  You were content to sit on the sidelines while Jamil prepared that evening's meal. He insisted you not do any of the work, and you questioned if he was looking out for you or the state of the meal. His answer was ambiguous.  So here you were, watching as he moved about the kitchen. His long hair swept over one shoulder, his hands working to expertly chop up the various vegetables, and his eyes flitting to each ingredient as he threw them in the large pot that was to feed the entire Scarabia dorm.  Those eyes, the ones that reminded you of the charcoal used to light fires, similar to the fire you felt for Jamil himself. He'd lit one in your heart through the way he'd always help you when you were getting behind in class or were feeling under the weather. His observant eyes that kept watch for you and worked hard to keep you out of trouble were just one of his many charms.

Silver  You'd been invited to watch Silver and Sebek spar, which you'd looked forward to for days. Both them and Lilia had worked to make sure you'd be safe just in case any blades went flying. This ended up with you sitting on a wooden bench behind a metal fence. Lilia was in the corner watching the two boys the entire time just in case, since they tended to get competitive.  Though your sight was slightly limited, it didn't stop you from watching Silver's expression as he expertly defended Sebek's attacks and launched some of his own. He was focused on the battle and his eyes, which reminded you of the translucent lavender tinted marbles you'd play with as a kid, tracked every movement and flash of metal.  It was hard to remind yourself he was still just a human in that moment. A human who had trained among fae to become a fierce enough soldier to protect their crown prince. A human who would look at you so kindly after the sparring had ended, offering his hand to help you up from where you sat, awestruck.

a/n: i was just thinking about a specific someone's eyes and thought i'd do this m.list & rules

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why am i me?

characters: deuce spade, cater diamond, leona kingscholar, kalim al-asim, vil schoenheit summary: you can’t help but compare yourself to those you see on social media warnings: overall mentions of insecurity about appearance/personality, reader wears makeup (vil), kind of implied post book 4 (kalim), possibly ooc, anyone can be pretty, grammar is what i want it to be

Deuce Spade  “Why is everyone on this app prettier than me?” you mused, looking through the pictures of various magicam stars. “Ugh, I hate it here,” you said dramatically as you threw your phone down against the couch.  “Did someone say something?” Deuce was already on his feet, ready to fight someone on your behalf.  With calculated words and good reasoning skills of course. Not fists, never fists.  “No one said anything I just feel…” you trailed off, hoping you didn’t have to say it but your boyfriend’s look of concern pushed you on.  “…lackluster compared to everyone else.”  "That's not true!" His enthusiasm about it almost startled you. "I think you're the prettiest in all of twisted wonderland."  "But look at all these people." You went to retrieve your phone but Deuce intercepted you and tossed it on a nearby table. You were slightly concerned about the state of the screen but were quickly distracted.  "Those people don't matter right now, so stop comparing yourself to them." He sat next to you. "I like you how you are, and I won't stop reminding you of that until you realize you're just as pretty, if not exceeding in prettiness, compared to everyone else."

Cater Diamond  He couldn't say he didn't relate to you, but other things were more important at the moment.  Cater watched your frustrated face as you tried to pull off the latest trend on magicam. He wished he could secretly capture it and post it with a 'totes adorbs' caption but he had promised you not to do that without permission.  "I can help you if you want," he offered from across the table.  "I got this," you assured him. "I just need to figure out how they did this one part."  You also needed to figure out how they did the part after that, and the one after that.  Cater could tell, and you could tell that he could tell. There was no other option at this point.  "Okay, I need help."  The next few minutes consisted of Cater leading you through the steps of the trend but you just couldn't get it down like everyone else seemed to. Cater could sense the previous frustration was close to making you even more upset.  "How about you do it this way." He shifted your phone so it'd be easier.  "But it looks cooler the way everyone else is doing it," you said as you moved it back in place.  "What if we do it as a couple? That'll be cool."  "You promise?"  "I promise," Cater said as he took control of your phone again.

Leona Kingscholar  Laying next to Leona in his bed, you scrolled through your magicam feed to find that some students in your class were throwing a party.  "Do you ever feel like we're not fun enough?"  He barely shifted to look at you, his green eyes opening to meet yours.  "What do you mean by that?"  "Like we never go to parties or school events and stuff." You sat up. "Places where people have fun."  Leona was sitting up ever so slightly now. "Do you really want to hang out with people you barely know?"  You stopped to think about the excruciating small talk you'd have to go through since as far as you knew none of your friends were going to be attending.  "I know I'd rather be spending my time here with you," Leona broke the brief silence. "It's fun in our own way."  "Really?"  "You heard me, herbivore. I'm not gonna say it again." He settled back down.  Giving no response you dove back to where you were laying. Leona grabbed you by your waist and pulled you towards him, settling his face in the crook of your neck. You smiled, knowing spending the evening in his arms would be much more fun than some party.

Kalim Al-Asim  With your living conditions being less than ideal, you couldn't say you had the resources to buy any trendy or expensive clothes.  This often caused you to silently lament over the fashion of others, sometimes growing into jealousy. The worst part was that you felt bad whenever you became envious of your boyfriend, Kalim, who was by no means lacking in money.  Today was one of those days.  Watching him sift through his latest shopping spree you found yourself becoming quieter in your responses. You didn't think he would notice until he spoke.  "Is something wrong? You're not as energetic as normal."  "No, I'm just feeling a bit tired right now." You tried to force a smile as you reassured him. But he could sense something was up with your facade.  "Did you want to go shopping too? I know you said you were busy but we can always go again," Kalim said, moving closer to you.  "I'm fine, I don't exactly have the funds for it anyway."  "I can pay!" Always the optimist, a smile spread across his face. "We can make a date out of it!"  "Thank you for offering but I don't want to use you like that," you said.  "I'll be okay." He met your eyes. "Please let me do this for you."  You couldn't help but smile at Kalim's actions. "Okay, let's go."  "Yay! Shopping date here we come!"  "Maybe we should ask Jamil first," you suggested while you took his hand as he led you out of the dorm.

Vil Schoenheit  You shuffled across the floor of the pomfiore dorm, phone dangling from your hand as students both avoided you and somehow led you to who you were there to see.  "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but-"  "My dear potato, you could never bother me," Vil turned to look at you. "What's the matter?"  You stared at your shoes for a moment, too embarrassed to show your face even from this far away. Sensing your apprehension, he stood and took even, elegant steps your way.  "If you don't tell me, I can't help you."  You finally raised your head to make eye contact with the man. "I tried a makeup tutorial I saw online and I look like a clown, not in a fun way. I don't understand how the person in the pictures looks so good and I can't."  "Show me what you were going for, I'm sure I'll be able to help."  Over the duration of the afternoon, Vil showed you not only the proper way to perform the look you were going for but also what colors suited you best and the proper technique to use. He even redid your makeup and allowed you to borrow some items from his collection to use for practice.  Vil sat you in front of his vanity mirror, letting you get used to your new appearance. You inspected how the soft hues looked against your skin, how they complimented you much better than the ones before, enhancing your nose and showing off your eye shape.  "I went with something more natural looking," he said from behind you. "I hope you don't mind, liebling, for you are lovely just the way you are."

a/n: my apologies for some being longer than others or more self-inserty but this will be the first piece of writing i'm posting so i hope it's enjoyable at least m.list & rules

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oh, simple thing

characters: ruggie bucchi, jade leech, jamil viper summary: small moments of serenity don’t come often with your hectic schedules warnings: might be ooc, mentions of stress (jamil)

Ruggie Bucchi  When you got a message from your boyfriend saying he’d finished all his running around for Leona, you immediately went to search for him.  As you went to open the door to your dorm he was already there, donuts in hand.  "If I'd known you were going to bring food I would've offered to pay for it." You pouted.  "There's still time," Ruggie said, giving out his signature laugh. "But really, I noticed how hard you've been working and decided to pay this time."  "You work just as hard as me, Rugs. Let's break into those treats though, I'm hungry."  You split the donuts evenly between the two of you, cutting each in half so you could try each flavor. You told each other about your days and shared any anecdotes the other hadn't heard yet.  "I don't understand how someone like Leona can go through so much laundry," Ruggie said, finishing off his last piece, making sure to get as much frosting off his fingers as possible. “It’s always overflowing whenever he calls me to take care of it.”  "Tell me about it," you commented. “Grim seems to make messes on purpose and leaves me to take care of them.”  “At least we’re finally getting some time off from that,” Ruggie said, swiping some frosting from the corner of your lips.

Jade Leech  It was about an hour into the hike you'd promised you would take with Jade every other week. He refused to tell you where you were going and gave no warning when he would stop to look at nearby plant life.  Your legs were nearly burning but as usual, he was unbothered. The occasional breeze gave you some brief relief from the steep slopes.  He suddenly stopped once you reached even ground, but didn't move to inspect or gather any fungi like you expected.  “Jade?”  “Yes, pearl?”  “Why’d you stop?”  “So you can rest for a bit,” he said, now facing you. “Don’t you remember wanting to sit down on this fallen tree last time we were here?”  You looked around his broad frame for the first time since you stopped and noticed the mossy trunk you’d insisted on leaning on two weeks prior. Sitting next to it was a small basket and some patterned cloth.  “You have been very busy on top of working at the lounge with us, so I’ve prepared a small picnic for us as well.” His considerate gentlemanly manner never failed to amaze you.  “Thank you so much, Jade,” you said as you walked over together to spend the rest of the afternoon cashing in on well-deserved rest.

Jamil Viper  Jamil was no stranger to stress, what with Kalim's seemingly nonexistent sense of self-preservation and the pressure to keep him safe and in line lest his family would be in big trouble.  Usually, when he had some time off he'd spend it alone, but ever since you'd come along, he found himself longing for your presence.  You met him in his room, where his roommate was long gone. Jamil was sitting on the edge of his bed smiling when you approached him. You could tell he was tired by the way he nearly melted into the sheets, but he still gave you the energy you were used to.  He greeted you by holding your hands and gently kissing your knuckles. You could still feel his exhaustion even through light touches. It made you want to bear all the weight on his shoulders as your own.  "What do you feel like doing, Jamil?"  "Just staying here with you is good," he replied as you sat next to him.  "You've worked really hard today. You know that right?" You locked hands with him. "I'm proud of you. I'm always so very proud of you."  "I know my dear," he squeezed your hand. "I know."

a/n: i believe that jamil deserves to know he’s appreciated for his hard work m.list & rules

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Hi there! Since requests are open, could I request Floyd or Rook (whichever you feel you could write best/are comfortable writing) with a s/o who is very expressive with their emotions, and very easy to read? Like you can visibly see how they feel just by their face, and they have pretty obvious and dramatic reactions,, I just think it would be cute! Thank you so much!

an open book i’d gladly read

characters: rook hunt warnings: french, mentions of money struggles

 It’s not like it would be a struggle for him to read you if you weren’t as expressive as you are, he is incredibly observant after all. He does, however, enjoy seeing the building happiness in your expression whenever he greets you with his flowery words.  Rook was well aware how dramatic some of your reactions could become, so he strived to bring out the best of them, often upping his already dramatic flare.

 Lately you'd been eyeing a certain item whenever you two went to the store together. It was a book from your favorite author but you could barely pay for food so you were waiting for the dreams of reading it to pass.  Lucky for you, Rook took notice of your disdain and took it into his own hands to get you a copy for a surprise gift.  "Good morning, mon cherie," he said, hands behind his back.  You squinted your eyes, suspicious of the hunter. Nevertheless you responded. "Good morning to you, mon chasseur. What do you have behind your back there?"  "You've caught me! I've brought you un cadeau, mon amour."  "You didn't have to get me a present, Rook," you respond. "I don't have anything to give you either."  "There's no need for you to give me anything in return, I know your happiness will be enough. Now hold out your hands."  You held your hands in front of yourself eagerly despite your feeling bad at not having anything to gift in return. Rook placed the present in your hands and almost immediately you could tell it was a book wrapped in a ribbon.  It couldn't be...a smile spread across your face.  "You may open your eyes," Rook said, ready to take in your expressions.  Open your eyes you did, as soon as you read the title the excitement couldn't be contained inside your body and you began to take small jumps in place, rocking back and forth on your feet.  "Thank you so much!" You held the book to your chest. "You're the best."  "Open up the front cover, mon cherie, there's more surprise to be had." Rook smiled softly as you followed his instructions.  You looked down at the penmanship scribbled on the first page. It was a message for you to enjoy the story, signed by the author, addressing you by name!  "Rook this is so cool, I love it so much!" You enveloped him in a tight hug. "I'm gonna read it right away."  "Tell me all about it when you're done." He held you close to his chest.

a/n: first ever request wow, i hope you like it! m.list & rules

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i’ll scream when no one’s around

character: cater diamond summary: he's having a bad day but won't let anyone know he's struggling warnings: angst, heavily implied depression and anxiety issues, slight body dysmorphia

 As he snapped what felt like the thousandth picture, he zoomed in to inspect his expression.  Not perfect enough.  He tried well into the morning to capture a happy enough expression to show the world, but something was always off. He wouldn't settle on any photo, always finding something off with his appearance.  Was one ear always slightly higher than the other? Did his nose always look like that? Were others embarrassed to be around him?  Finally he was able to find just the right angle and lighting after making himself late for the day's activities. Rushing through his dorm, he felt himself grateful it was a weekend and this wouldn't make him late for class.

 He could feel their eyes though. He could feel their stares as he arrived late for breakfast. He could feel their judgement as he sat down, their annoyance, their hatred.  He was dizzy and he felt like his uniform was filled with his own sweat, drowning him. Was his hair a mess? Has he done irreparable damage to his image within the dorm? Was the picture earlier that morning the problem? Did he mess it up somehow?  "Cater!" A hand waving in front of his face broke him out of his trance. He looked up to see his best friend looking at him. "Did you make sure to brush your teeth well?"  He laughed off Trey's antics and reassured him that his teeth were a-okay. He didn't mention how the rest of him was doing. He never did, he wouldn't.  His best friend knew something was wrong, but likewise didn't say anything. He had someone else to care about, Cater knew that. Still, he made sure to show a bright smile.  He made small talk with his fellow third years sitting around him, showing them his favorite Magicam posts from that morning, scrolling faster once he knew his was coming up. He didn't need any more judgement from the others.  Cater continued his day as normal. As normal as he could at least. It felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders as he left hearts and replies on whatever his latest favorite celebrity was posting. Although there weren't any classes, he'd agreed to meet with the pop music club that afternoon.  He threw his snacks down on the table and plopped in his seat, waiting for Lilia and Kalim to show up. Cater allowed himself to slouch for the first time that day, letting out a deep sigh. He found himself staring at the ceiling, blinking away incoming tears. He couldn't cry here. What if someone saw? What if he was caught vulnerable around someone? Would everyone grow tired of him after that? Would they see beyond the image he had so carefully curated?  Cater straightened his posture when he heard movement by the classroom door. He quickly checked his face in the camera on his phone.  Good enough for now.  As his clubmates entered the room he greeted them happily, offering some baked goods from Heartslabyul. Kalim had brought some snacks his vice housewarden had made for them. Lilia had brought some of his own creation, which the others narrowly avoided by letting him eat all of them first.  Throughout the meeting they did what they usually did. That being nothing to do with playing music. They told anecdotes from the days they had been apart. Cater felt himself talking less than before, though. Paying more attention to his phone than the situation around him.  Soon he wasn't even paying attention to his phone and his breathing was becoming faster, which he also wasn't paying attention to. Unbeknownst to him, Lilia and Kalim had noticed and were looking at him with concern.  "Cater! Hi! What's going on?"  Shit.  "I'm fine, no need to worry about Cay-Cay. I gotta go, though. It was, uh, nice meeting with you! See you next week, yeah?" Cater stumbled over his words as he stumbled over his chair, rushing out of the room. The others stood up to follow him but stopped once they saw his expression.  He didn't want to be seen like this, that's why he darted out so quickly. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, balled into fists. He slipped up. The façade was over.  He passed Trey in the Heartslabyul hallways, who noticed the small tears in Cater's eyes. Once again, the vice housewarden said nothing.  He was glad he was able to have his own room as a third year, as solitude was something he needed right now. He'd tried his best to keep it together, to keep up his perfect act. He'd failed.  He was a failure.  Cater screamed into his pillow and finally let go the waterfall of tears he'd been holding back for weeks.

a/n: i, um, yeah there's a lot of emotions i put into this and definitely a lot of words i’ve said to myself oof. i hope you liked it! m.list & rules

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love in bloom

characters: leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, rook hunt summary: when you accidentally touch hands with your crush warnings: none, just fluff

Leona Kingscholar  You were helping a friend out by tending to some of the plants in the botanical garden, making sure they were growing well and getting proper care.  What you had failed to notice, however, was the lion you were about the disturb the slumber of.  “What’d you have to wake me up for, herbivore?” Leona grumbled when you accidentally touched his hand while checking on a nearby plant and humming to yourself.  You flinched and retracted your hand, caught off guard by his appearance you’d somehow missed.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you said. “I was just checking some stuff in the area. I’ll leave you to your sleep now.”  “If you wanted to hold hands so badly, why didn’t you just say so.” He rolled to his other side, a smug smile on his face as you processed what he had just said.

Azul Ashengrotto  As per usual, your funds were low so you decided to pick up a couple shifts at the Mostro Lounge, fully expecting the night to be living hell since Floyd was in one of his moods that evening.  Lucky for you, you were assigned to helping Azul with some paperwork in his office. It was a calm atmosphere, only rustling of papers and scratching of pens could be heard. You could only imagine the chaos happening out on the floor, so you were grateful for the opportunity to experience some peace.  Until you happened to brush hands while handing the octomer some documents.  You froze, hand still out waiting for him to take the papers. Meanwhile his face was growing redder by the moment. He adjusted his glasses and finally took the documents from you. You both continued the night in complete silence, neither willing to speak on the subject.

Rook Hunt  He had been watching you. Shocking I know. So he had seen how you were falling behind in potionology and being the gentleman he is, Rook offered to help you study.  You looked through the list of ingredients, your hand drifting to grab a portion you needed.  “Oh, mon trickster! You’re so bold with your actions,” you heard Rook say beside you. What you had thought was a vial ended up being the man’s gloved hand.  “No, no I wasn’t-” your face became tinted pink as you struggled to defend yourself.  He just grinned as he handed you the item you were reaching for, urging you to continue.

a/n: just felt like doing something small, hope you like it! m.list & rules

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escape room

characters: riddle rosehearts, floyd leech, silver summary: how they would be in an escape room (can be read as platonic or romantic) warnings: floyd causing chaos, possibly ooc silver

Riddle Rosehearts  Already he had an aversion to the idea, he’d never experienced an escape room and didn’t want to look like a fool in front of you. Nevertheless, he persisted, using all of his hours of experience doing crosswords.  The main problem was that he would overthink every detail, thinking it would impress you. The pattern on the chess board, the way the handles were designed on the desk, even the color of the walls wasn't safe. You were slowly losing time and wouldn't complete the challenge in time if he kept up like this.  On top of that, he was growing visibly frustrated and you worried about if coming there was good for his mental state.  Finally you were able to get him to help you with a major clue you'd found, where his attention to detail would come in handy.  Eventually, you made it out with less than a minute left. You thanked Riddle for helping out and he likewise thanked you.

Floyd Leech  Two words. Bad. Idea.  Have you seen this man? He's a walking hazard sign. He's trying to open the drawers that are stuck shut, ignoring your reminders that what doesn't move isn't meant to move in order to get out of there.  At one point he tried to bash the door open which caused the escape room monitor to use the intercom to tell him to stop. You gave your apologies as you tried to drag Floyd in the way of an actual clue.  Exhausted at the lack of progress mixed with his antics, you huffed and sat down in a nearby chair. Lucky for you, it opened up the next clue, a panel filled with clocks.  Unlucky for you, at the same time Floyd managed to break one of the props, causing you to get kicked out. He pouted as you were escorted out of the building.

Silver  You thought this would be a fun way to spend time together but you soon found he was taking it incredibly seriously.  Going in, you were fairly confident with your puzzle solving abilities, hoping a top student like Silver could help you out with anything you missed, but before you could take in the room, he already had a box that was locked behind a small cabinet, inputting the code.  You watched over his shoulder as he lined up a map in front of a light, showing the locations needed for the next puzzle. You helped where you could and he let you solve a few while he was across the room doing another.  His skills amazed you and it made you wonder if he had some sort of training for this in his youth. It wouldn't be a surprise given all the other things Lilia had him do.  Silver and you got to the last clue in just half an hour, and you were sure the company would have to redesign the escape room to make it more difficult after you'd breezed through it.

a/n: the examples are based on my experiences in escape rooms, also i tried my best for silver and i hope i did him justice m.list & rules

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straightforward

characters: malleus draconia summary: it’s finally the day you decide to confess to malleus warnings: angst, mentions of crying, open-ended

 It was a simple enough plan, you were set to take one of your walks with malleus that evening and you would share your feelings for him. You already had your words carefully picked out for the upcoming conversation; talk about class, listen to him rant about the differences between grotesques and gargoyles, and then confess that you’re in love with him.  That’s right. Love. Capital L-O-V-E. You were in love with the Malleus Draconia. The mysterious and powerful Diasomnia housewarden who had taken a liking to you, and hopefully loved you as much as you love him.  As you put the finishing touches on your outfit and secured your accessories with already sweaty palms, you noticed Malleus outside. Just him waiting for you was enough for your heart to skip a beat before you rushed down the stairs and opened the front door.

 “…and I reiterate, gargoyles are implements, not decorations,” Malleus said to you, sharing his endless knowledge on his favorite interest.  “I have something to tell you,” you said, inwardly cringing about how quiet you sounded.  “What is it, child of man?”  You took a deep breath in and faced him. “Malleus, I love you.”  He blinked. “I do not understand.”  “I-I'm in love with you. Like more than friends." Did fae not understand love? Was there a different way you should've approached it?  "I see." He was silent for a beat. "I regret to inform you that I do not feel the same way that you feel for me. Though I would like to remain friends with you, child of man."  He what? But it was obvious that he liked you back, right?  Right?  If that was right then you wouldn't be all but running back to your dorm, tears brimming in your eyes, ready to cascade down at any moment. You were a fool, an idiot for thinking he could actually like you, you thought.  Malleus was following you, ready to explain how the difference in your lifespans would cause complications in a relationship and that it's not easy to acclimate to fae culture. You shut the door in his face anyway. He seemed way too calm for you to face him right now when you were ready to break down as soon as you got back to your room.  There were three knocks on the door. Malleus spoke. "Child of man, I still cherish our friendship as ever, and I am wanting to stay friends with you. I do understand though, if you wish to not interact anymore."  Did he understand? Could you still be friends? You sniffled as you stood in the hallway, unsure of your next actions.

a/n: And here is the promised angst. I have other angst planned for him down the road but I want to make that one longer so it'll be a while m.list & rules

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(mermaids r rotting my brain)

(in case u cant tell)

sunset

characters: riddle rosehearts summary: evenings at the beach warnings: fluff with slight angst

 Two pairs of footsteps chased each other in the sand. The crimson sky above reflected in the shimmering water as the waves rolled back and forth. Laughter filled the air as you ran.  At this point in the evening the beach was yours and yours alone, no one around to see the time you shared with Riddle Rosehearts.  Noticing the sun rapidly setting and nightfall almost arriving, you stopped in your tracks, causing Riddle to bump into you from behind. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist to keep balance.  "Why did you stop?" He queried.  "It's almost nighttime." You cast your gaze to the ocean, the remnants of a wave hitting your toes. However many private evenings you spent with Riddle, it never felt like enough. You couldn't be seen by others so you both had agreed to meet at sunset every night you could. Sometimes you'd arrive and wait for hours and he wouldn't show up. He had those same moments. It was understood that your respective responsibilities would keep you away from your rendezvous every now and then, but it would still keep you up worrying about each other.  He frowned and turned you around so he could face you. He wasn't one to express his feelings around others easily but with you it was different. He brought you into a hug.  "I really have enjoyed our time together, but, as you've pointed out, I really should get going." He squeezed you once more before pulling away.  Wordlessly, you watched him walk into the water and disappear. A flash of gold was all you saw before tears formed in your vision.

a/n: ended up much more angsty than i originally intended, sorry m.list & rules

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 You had to leave eventually, whether by natural means late in life or back through the mirror which you came from. He knew, yet he still hadn’t prepared himself for the time you’d finally make your way back home.  Before you left you made sure to look everyone in the eye and do your best to remember their faces. You stared at him the longest, almost as if you were hesitant to leave him.  “I’ll miss you.”  The last thing he heard from your lips as a tear fell down your face and you disappeared…

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good morning this is how the angst is going so far (i’m formatting and editing things later)

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i’ll be doing top 3-5 in a whole post bc i have the same concept

(some are excluded bc idk how to write angst for them in this context, jamil is included for shits and giggles, a leona one will be made no matter what)

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the story of us

aka what i think post-nrc life would be like featuring the twst boys and a song that made me think of them dividers made by @benkeibear

heartslabyul

riddle rosehearts - all my reasons // song deuce spade - raise a glass // song …tbd…

savannaclaw

…tbd…

octavinelle

jade leech - burned in the stars // song …tbd…

scarabia

jamil viper - before dawn comes night // song …tbd…

pomefiore

vil schoenheit - fringes // song …tbd…

ignihyde

…tbd…

diasomnia

sebek zigvolt - last call // song …tbd…

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lore about aadi trein (my oc)

Aadi, and their brother Dresden, grew up in a strict household in the Queendom of Roses where their parents upheld the queen’s rules. Aadi was also forced from a young age to learn how to create intricate art pieces, which they excelled at as well as playing various instruments. Around the age of twelve was when they started to question these rules and began to act out occasionally. Their parents always scolded them for making a scene while praising Dresden for following the rules to a T. This caused the bothers to become distant, Aadi resenting how Dresden could follow such arbitrary rules. Ever since, Aadi dreamed of being able to step away from their family’s stubborn pretentiousness and becoming a better person on their own.

Meanwhile, during the family’s trips into town, they would occasionally stop by the local bakery. It was these trips that caused Aadi to develop an interest in the green haired boy working hard in the kitchen. They would only watch, keeping their crush a secret because their parents wanted them to marry into a wealthy family. This infatuation soon became public knowledge once Aadi entered Night Raven College.

Aadi wears their long scarlet hair in a low ponytail and has straight bangs covering their forehead. They have a small mole just under their right eye. These kind and hopeful eyes are a dark grey. They enjoy wearing pinks and purples in their free time. Aadi was assigned to Pomfiore dorm during their first year at NRC, but they found themself spending more time at Heartslabyul, where they had discovered their long-standing crush was the vice housewarden who was a year ahead of them.

Aadi strives to become a person others find easily approachable and admire at the same time. They continue with their art and specialize in their most enjoyed impressionism, but they’re just as talented in realism.