#epel x gn!y/n

[michelletsw]

The first years with overbolts:

Y/n: Time for plan G.

Ace: Don’t you mean plan B?

Y/n: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Deuce : What about plan D?

Y/n: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Jack: What about plan E?

Y/n: I’m hoping not to use it. Sebak dies in plan E.

Ace : plan E sounds nice.

[mall-0-ry]

first years with an s/o that has chronic pain? 👉👈

FIRST YEARS WITH A S/O THAT HAS CHRONIC PAIN ( Back Pain, Neck Pain, shoulder pain and etc!)

GN!READER

Ace Trappola:

- He went to the ramshackle dorm to fetch you and grim for today’s classes, only to find you sitting on the floor clutching your feet.

- He teased you about being clumsy, that you stubbed your toe.

- You told him you didn’t stub your toe on any corners.

- He stood in silence for a few seconds.

- before genuinely asking what happened and if it hurts.

- You told him it was from running around and doing Crowley’s works.

- he told you to not overwork yourself.

- “ You shouldn’t be handling that bird brain’s works! “

- Insists for you to stay at the dorm to rest your feet.

DEUCE SPADE:

- You asked him to come over to ramshackle dorm for something

- Panics over if it was serious

- came to a conclusion that it was nothing to worry about.

- reached your dorm.

- When you saw him, you complained about your back pain.

- He saw grim trying to massage your back.

- was surprised that grim was being obedient.

- asked if it still hurts

- told him that it hurts for only a little

- he went and offered to massage your back for you.

- you accepted.

- he began pressing on your back, he asked what may be the cause for it

- you told him it was maybe from the uncomfortable bed you have.

- told you to rest up.

- “ I’ll see if i can borrow some comforters from house-warden, to give it to you.. “

JACK HOWL:

- This boy felt guilty.

- he told you to do some squats and running yesterday, now you’re suffering the consequences of exercising.

- felt bad so he went to buy some salon pas for you.

- and offered massages.

- you happily accepted

- now he’s currently massaging your feet while you watch on his phone.

“ I’m sorry for forcing you to do some exercises.. “

EPEL FELMIER:

- He doesn’t mind massaging your shoulder!

- would offer it every-time you two are together

- really good at massaging.

- Probably because he would often massage his Meemaw’s shoulder!

- sweet boy, he would give you apple slices while he massage your shoulder

“ Relax and let me massage your shoulders! “

SEBEK ZIGVOLT:

- WHAT?! HIS HUMAN’S BODY IS SORE?!

- you told him to calm down.

- immediately calmed down.

- you told him that it was from from Vargas’s Exercises.

- YOU WERE FORCED TO DO THOSE UNGODLY EXERCISES?!

- HUMANS ARE FRAGILE! THEY CANNOT LAST FOR A DAY WITH DOING EXERCISES!

- doesn’t know how to massage.

- tries his best.

- when he finally got the hang of it.

- he became a pro!

- Offers Malleus to let him massage him.

- was sad when malleus rejected the offer

- became happy when lilia asked for a massage

- “ I SHALL GET RID OF BODY SORENESS! “

[cheapshrimpysheep]

You Will Stop the Wedding! - Riddle Rosehearts

SUMMARY: YOU were the one being kidnapped by Princess Eliza to marry her. How would he react and how would he save you? With the aggravation of he already having a crush on you.

CHARACTERS: Riddle Rosehearts x Reader

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration

WORD COUNT: 800 words

Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia

Rescuing You - Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Floyd Leech; Kalim Al-Asim

COMMENTS: What have I done? Why did I commit to writing this? And why did I write so much? Why was I so inspired? There were seven of them! Why do I do this to myself? So yeah, this took me a long time. But I hope it was worth it, for me and for you.

CONTEXT: Someone was kidnapped to marry some ghost princess and might end up turning into a ghost too. And he just found out that someone was you.

OFF WITH HER HEAD!!! How dare they kidnap you?! His face immediately turns red with anger. Having discovered this at a Housewardens reunion, Kalim is trying to calm him down.

They manage to get him to control himself by saying that if he appears in front of the princess like an angry crazy person it could be worse for you. He shows that he was offended by the "angry crazy person" part, but begins to control his anger.

He, along with Ace, Rook and Epel, form the rescue group. And everything goes more or less as in the original story. The difference is that Riddle asks Ace to stop the ghosts instead of him volunteering to do so. This is because if only one of them can get to you, it will be him!

Like a rule-obsessed person, he waits for the right moment to step in and shout, "I OBJECT!" And he still tries to follow the plan of pretending to be in love with the princess for then putting the ring on her finger. But while he does this he ends up looking at you and at that moment all the false words escape him.

“I... can't do this. I can't lie like this.” He straightens up and looks at the princess very seriously. “The truth is, I'm not here for you, princess. I'm here for the person you kidnapped and are forcing to marry you.”

The princess begins to defend herself saying that she didn't kidnap anyone.

“ENOUGH!” His face was starting to turn red and his voice was starting to get rougher. “I'm tired of your delusional excuses. You will stop this wedding and give (Y/N) back to me!” He pulls out the magic pen and a battle ensues.

The other three still manage to join him, but end up losing the battle against the giant Guard. As with the others, the princess goes to them to slap them in the face for their insolence and to petrify them. But when she does it with Riddle... he can still move. Everyone gasps, including the princess. When the guards ask what's going on, the princess says it can only mean one thing.

Her slap is capable of petrifying anyone, except those who have already found their true love. The reaction from all NRC students is like "What the F-?!" And Riddle's reaction is getting his face red, slightly different from his usual red of anger.

She starts to feel sorry for herself and jealous of you for having someone who loves you so much to the point of doing all that and still being immune to her slap. While she is lamenting, the guard who is in love with her ends up declaring himself and such, and that ending of her discovering that she is also in love is what happens.

After everything, while the others are tidying up and cleaning the Cafeteria, you and Riddle leave the room to talk alone.

“I just wanted to clarify what happened.” He still couldn’t look at you. “About the things I said.” You ask if it was about that thing about him telling the ghosts to give you back to him. And he blushes. “Yes. I apologize. In no way was my intention to suggest that you were my property. That would be completely outrageous. But... I'm also not sure why I said those words specifically. I know there are more polite ways of saying what I intended but...”

“And what did you intend to say?” you ask. And to give him more confidence to tell the truth you add that you were very happy to see him showing up to rescue you. And about what the princess said about why he wasn't petrified by her. You say it in a way that conveys that your feelings could be mutual.

“I don't know about true love.” He says, finally looking at you. “But I know the anguish I felt when I found out what had happened to you. The anger I felt for what they did to you. And the fear I felt of losing you. I don't know if this is true love, but I know I've never felt and probably never will feel something so strong for someone who isn't more than a friend to me.” he takes your hands and takes them to his chest. “I wish I could say for sure that I love you, but that's what I need first: certainty. I've never felt this before and so I don't want to say something so meaningful without certainty.” He looks you in the eyes, with the most tender and sweet look and smile anyone could ever see on him. “But I do adore you.”

If you also declare yourself to him, it will be inevitable that your lips will meet each other.

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[dotster001]

Hello may I request a one-shot where Leona and Malleus team up to try and bring Rook down because he and the prefect have been getting a little TOO close.

Thx luv ya hun😘😘😘

Does Teamwork make the Dream work?

Summary: Rook x gn! Reader

A/N: love ya too, anon!

Even if he couldn't smell the stench of lizard, Leona knew he was here by the frightened murmurs around the Savannahclaw students. The dorm was on edge, and the sky, which was always bright and sunny, was cloudy.

It wasn't long before the man of the hour had walked into his room with his entourage.

"Leave us," Malleus ordered, and his retainers all left the room, shutting the door behind them.

"Bold of you to set foot in my domain, lizard," he growled.

"What we have to discuss is beneficial for both of us," he dramatically swished into the chair by Leona's desk. "We have a common enemy, Kingscholar."

Leona held back a hiss. "The hunter."

"Indeed."

Him and Malleus had been so focused on removing each other as suitors for your hand, they had made a fatal mistake. They'd left you unguarded. And another had slipped in.

Leona had to admit, Hunt was good. Neither of them had even noticed his attentions, and now it was too late. Or was it?

"I have heard from various sources that while the two appear to be courting, they are not together as of yet," Malleus hummed, the thunder outside betraying the calm he is pretending he has.

“Well, how bout that?” Leona smirked. 

“So, I have a proposal. The two of us work to free our beloved child of man from his confines. Until then, we agree to share them.”

“I don't share,” Leona growled.

“It's just until they choose one of us. But how will we get a chance if the hunter hoards their everything?” 

Leona glared for a moment. He then sighed, stood up, and stretched lazily. 

“Alright. But if you don't play fair, I walk.”

Malleus' grin widened.

“I'm so happy you see things my way.”

….

You were walking to class, slightly late, because your situationship had gotten an odd glint in his eye, then dragged you to a closet to leave some, unfortunately, very visible love bites on your neck. Only after he was happy with that, did he “relinquish you to attend to your duties”. What you'd learned while courting Rook was that you just had to go along for the ride, not asking questions.

Usually the answers were wildly concerning. You had to give it to yourself for picking perhaps the wildest man in all of existence.

As you walked down the hall, you noticed Epel and Sebek walking towards you. You waved, but as they came closer, you began to be worried about the concentrated expressions on their faces. 

And yet you weren't prepared for each of them to snatch an arm and just start dragging you along with them.

“Guys, what are you doing?” You cried.

“Silence, human!”

“Epel, what is going on? Why are you kidnapping me? I have alchemy!”

“This is for your own good, Y/N.” 

Your cries went ignored, until you heard a door open from behind you. You peaked over your shoulder, now that your body wasn't being dragged anymore, and you noticed what looked like a candlelit table setting.

And then you were being dragged again. Both of your friends finally released your arms, spun you around, then shoved you into a chair. As your eyes adjusted to the candlelit table, you noticed two sets of emerald eyes staring at you. One set is soft and adoring, the other is irritated.

“Good afternoon, Child of Man. Thank you for agreeing to meet with us.”

“I didn't agree. Epel and Sebek dragged me here.”

“Now you're just playing with semantics,” Leona groaned, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair.

“I don't think I am…”

“Ignore the kitty,” Malleus leaned forward his hands folded pensively under his chin. “We asked you here because we are very concerned about your association with the hunter.”

“Oh,” your cheeks burned as you looked away. It was kind of sweet, your friends being protective of you as you ventured into a new relationship. “Thanks for your concern. But I'm a big kid, so I can take care of myself. I promise if I need help, I'll come talk to you guys, though!”

Leona groaned, slamming a fist on the table as he also leaned forward.

“You know he's hunting the lizard and I, right?”

“Rook's kind of silly-” you started.

“Y/N, he's actually hunting them,” Epel leaned in, and whispered in your ear. “You know how some of the wallpaper in his room looks like it's peeling?”

“Yeah-”

“If you pulled it off, you'd find thousands of photos of the two of them,” Epel said, his skin looking mildly green.

You stiffened, then released a chuckle to hopefully dispel the tension.

“Okay, maybe, but he's just kind of eccentric, you know?”

“You aren't comprehending the gravity of…wait,” Malleus cut himself off, leaning in, his eyes narrowing. “What's on your neck?”

Leona seemed to wake up a bit at that, also leaning forward. You slowly pressed a hand to where you knew one of the love bites was, and went,

“Oh. Um-”

“Mon Lapin!” Rook joyfully cried, flicking on the light switch in the room, momentarily blinding all of you.

“Shit,” Epel said, sprinting towards the door. But he was quickly caught around the middle by Rook, who dragged him back over to the rest of the group.

“Worry not, Monsieur Cherry apple. I understand you felt the need to support your beloved captain. Besides, betrayal is tres beaute, is it not?”

Epel nodded, visibly sweating.

“Gentlemen, thank you for protecting Mon Trickster whilst I was preoccupied. Your care for them is truly wonderful,” he said with a close-eyed smile.

“Don't worry about it,” Leona grumbled.

“We just wanted to help in any way we could,” Malleus said with a cold smile.

“I know. But now we must sadly part with you gentlemen. Adieux!” And with that, he released Epel, and grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you out of the room, just as unceremoniously as you were dragged in.

“Give it to me straight, lizard. Did your man blab?” Leona glared at Sebek, whose face turned an angry red.

“HOW DARE YOU! I WOULD NEVER DISRESPECT MY LORD IN SUCH A WAY!”

“Sebek may be young and ignorant, but he would never do anything that would ruin my happiness,” Malleus snapped, Sebek nodding enthusiastically. “What's more likely is that we have once again underestimated the hunter. He is also playing our game. Our beloved’s neck is all the proof we need of that.”

“So what now, then? Still think teamwork is the best idea?” Leona said with an eye roll. 

“Yes. We just cannot afford to make the same mistakes. We will not win on our own.”

….

Rook waltzed over to Epel, who quickly tried to pick up all his things and run away.

“Monsieur Cherryapple. I told you that all is forgiven! There is no need to run from me. I just want to talk,” he said with a warm smile. Epel suspiciously sat back down, fighting the urge to flee before the predator.

“I think it's very kind of you to try and help your sports mentor,” Rook said, sitting next to Epel.

“Yeah,” Epel said, slowly nodding.

“However, I think you should know, as his knight in his quest, that Rois des Dragons is not playing fair.”

“What!” Epel shouted, before realizing how extreme his reaction was, and wincing.

“Rois des Lions is destined to fail, because Rois des Dragons is frequently visiting with Mon tresor behind everyone's backs. He intends to have Leona ruin our relationship, so that he can pick up the pieces, and be the hero.”

Epel froze.

“But of course, neither of them have a chance, as I will stop them by whatever means necessary. I just thought you should know!” Rook abruptly stood up, and began to leave the room. He paused, then turned to Epel. “Don't share this with Rois de Lions. I wouldn't want him to become an actual threat, now would I?” He said with a grin, then actually left the room.

Epel immediately pulled out his phone, typing a frantic message.

….

Leona’s phone buzzed. He grumbled in annoyance, shutting down his phone before there was a chance that you could hear it from his and Draconia’s hiding spot. The current plan was ludicrous. But they would have to be ludicrous to outplay the hunter. They'd even enlisted the weird third year vice housewarden of Diasomnia to perch in trees so that Rook couldn't hide somewhere.

“How much longer?” He grumbled, feeling exhausted, as he'd skipped three of his naps at Draconia's behest.

“They'll emerge soon,” he said, his gaze still pinned to the Ramshackle door.

“How soon?”

“They always start to look for me around 10:30 pm.”

Leona’s head snapped to Malleus.

“10:30! Why did I have to skip a nap for this? I could have been asleep at any point in the three hours we've been waiting!”

“Hush, kitty. They're coming,” Malleus hissed. Sure enough, the door opened, and you walked out, scanning your surroundings for your evening walking buddy.

Malleus snatched Leona’s hand, but before he could snap back, his vision was filled with emerald, and you stood before him. You smiled in surprise, then your gaze flitted to their joined hands. Malleus immediately threw the hand away, as Leona took a step back.

“Kingscholar wishes to join our evening walk tonight.”

“Oh. Glad you could join us!” You said, your eyes flickering to their hands again. Leona used the moment to take your hand, and place it in the crook of his arm.

“Shall we?” He purred.

You nodded, seemingly overwhelmed by what was going on. Overwhelmed was good. It meant you were vulnerable. And vulnerable would make it easier for you to see Rook for the lunatic he was.

Malleus rushed over, taking your other arm the same way. Leona almost hissed at him, but quickly remembered that they were a team.

“So what do you normally do on these walks?” Leona asked, trying to ignore his growing boredom.

“Well, we'll chat sometimes, but mostly we just walk and look at stuff,” you said.

“And you enjoy that?” Leona scoffed.

“Why wouldn't they?” Malleus snapped back. “Besides, didn't you ask to participate?” Malleus said pointedly, reminding Leona of the mission.

“Right, right. Just wanted to make sure I understood what our plans were.”

….

“Bon jour, Monsieur Crocodile!”

Sebek pulled his sword, swinging it at Rook, who jumped out of the way with expert athleticism.

“There is no need to attack! I simply wish to have a chat with you. Afterall, I can't help but admire your arodor for your king. It is just as strong as mine for my Rois du poison!” Rook finished dreamily.

Sebek stared suspiciously, but nodded, and resheathed his sword.

“But it is a shame, isn't it?” Rook said sadly.

“What is?”

“Oh! Surely, an expert knight such as yourself would already be aware!”

“I am. I just want to know if you are,” Sebek snapped.

“Well, when your king inevitably destroys the relationship I have with my beloved, Rois des Lions is going to steal them away.”

“WHAT!”

“Oui. It's truly tragic. But he has already laid his claim. With how often I find the two of them resting together, it's hard to believe Rois des dragons hasn't picked up on the scent,” Rook wiped away a tear. “I'm destined to relinquish my soulmate, but I had always longed for it to be to someone worthy of their love.”

“THIS VILLAINY SHALL NOT STAND! I SHALL SEE THAT YOUR NOBLE SACRIFICE IS NOT IN VAIN!” Sebek cried, sprinting from the room without a second thought.

“Aw, how ardent you are, Sebek. Your radiance shines through every pore!” Rook mused to himself, before pulling out his phone, and pulling out the photo of you Leona napping in the greenhouse, yesterday.

“I suppose I didn't even need the evidence. But it will be a wonderful addition to the wall,” he hummed in adoration, booping your photo self's nose, before skipping off towards the mirror chamber, so he could return to your side.

….

You could feel the tension between the two of them. And, poor little human you, stuck literally in the middle. Yes, the walk was technically the same as always, just with an additional walker, but somehow it felt like a war you couldn't truly comprehend was being waged. 

Normally, the silent walks with Malleus were therapeutic, a wonderful way to destress after a long day, before  returning to the arms of your snuggly  lover for bedtime. 

“So,” you said, feeling like you had to break the silence.

“What?” Leona snapped, before wincing, and saying, “Sorry, bit jumpy tonight. What is it, herbivore?”

“I don't know. It just feels like you both have something to say to me, but neither of you wants to say it.”

Both of them stopped walking, then turned to look at each other, a silent exchange occurring through eye contact. Both of them turned back to you, kneeling before you, each holding a hand, delicately.

“Y/N-” Malleus began, his face serious, but he was cut off.

“MY LIEGE! THIS IS A SET UP!” You heard a voice cry. You turned over your shoulder to see Sebek sprinting towards you. Malleus' face grew cloudy, and he sighed.

“Give me a moment,” he muttered, storming off to see his knight.

“No worries,” Leona snickered, standing up, and wrapping an arm around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, as he booted up his phone. You felt him stiffen.

“Go home,” he said.

“Huh?”

“Go home. This is gonna get ugly,” he said coldly, stalking over to Malleus, who was slowly turning to face him, rage in his eyes. You didn't need to be told twice, practically sprinting back to Ramshackle.

You shut the door behind you, just as emerald lightning illuminated glittering sand on the horizon.

You breathed a sigh of relief, over what, you weren't entirely sure. But you nearly jumped out of your skin as an arm wrapped around your stomach.

“How was your walk?” His voice whispered, his breath tickling your neck.

“Simultaneously eventful, and uneventful at the same time,” you winced, before quickly relaxing into Rook. He hummed, happily, nuzzling further into you.

“Why don't we make us official?” He whispered.

“Really?” You asked, trying not to sound too excited. You would have asked him to be official weeks ago. But Rook was a free spirit. You didn't want him to feel like you were trying to tie him down too fast.

“Really,” he mimicked. “I truly believe you are my soulmate.”

“You're not playing fair,” you whined, to which he spun you so that you were face to face with him.

“If I played fair, I wouldn't get to see such delightful reactions,” he said with a giggle, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Rook, I'd love for us to be official,” you said with a lovesick grin.

“Good. Because I will never release you now that I've successfully caught you.”

You laughed lightly, leaning in to kiss him passionately, the emerald lightning giving this moment a forever memorable shine.

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[sinfullyrosey]

Bobbing for Apples

Epel Felmier X GN!Reader

Warnings: Blowjob, Bath Sex (orally only)

Congrats, you’re Vil’s cousin in this fic for the sole purpose of pissing Vil off even more! Also, I had originally wrote this up with a male, crossdressing Reader in mind, making the bath scene less awkward, but changed it to gender neutral since no pronouns or physical traits are given.

All Characters are 18+

Laughter rang out at one of the more secluded spots of the Pomefiore Dorm as two figures were playfully giving chase. It had just rained and cleared up, leaving behind a fresh, crisp scent in the air and rain puddles scattered throughout the cobblestone pathways and grassy patches. Some of these very puddles comprising of not just leftover rainwater, but dirt that mixed into a slurry of soupy mud.

Mud that was now covering both you and the little apple farmer as you threw balls of the brown muck at each other in an impromptu mud fight. It had started with the two of you just going on a walk together, out getting some fresh air as Epel showed you around, your cousin being too busy with dorm duties to do so himself.

Only for it to turn into an outright brawl after you jumped into one of the puddles, splashing some of it onto the boy’s poor uniform and sending him into a tizzy at what his dormleader would do if he saw it. You merely laughed it off, poking fun at his rather cute, frustrated expression. In retaliation, he scooped up a small amount of mud and threw it at you, knocking your sunhat clear off.

You gasped and puffed your cheeks as he held back laughs. Narrowing your eyes, you bend down to retrieve your hat, filling it with mud, and unassumingly walking over to him. Before he could ascertain what you were up to, you quickly flopped the hat onto his head, showering his lavender locks in liquidy brown.

And while he was still reeling over what you had just done and trying to process his emotions, you grabbed onto either side of the hat’s brim and pulled him into a deep kiss. His powdered cheeks darkened into a bright red, resembling little apples. You pulled away and smiled at him.

Only for him to smirk and take your hat off to shove it back onto you, mud seeping into your own now messy locks.

And it all went downhill from there.

What was just supposed to be a simple tour of the dorm, now became an outright war between you, the relative to the Schoenheits and him, the reluctant Pomefiore student. Both were an absolute mess, hair tangled and sticky with clumps of mud. Some of his and your makeup had since started to run off. You even forgot about your hat in the scuffle.

Taking in his disheveled appearance, you couldn’t help but cover a hand over your mouth to stifle the giggles.

“Haha, if only Vil could see you now.” You teased, now settling down and looking for your discarded hat.

Epel froze up and gawked at the flippant audacity of your jab.

“Don’t even joke ‘bout that! If Vil saw how mussed up we are right now, he’d have a cow!”

“More like a whole barn.” You deadpanned.

The little Felmier blinked at your weighted retort before bursting into a laughing fit. His head flung back as the slew of chuckles escaped past his wide grin. You grinned and joined in, letting out muffled giggles of your own. An absolutely blissful moment shared between the two of you.

“Epel! Y/N! What in the name of Pomefiore are you two spudlings doing?!”

The both of you jumped at the all-to-familiar voice of the blond queen himself. You both looked over to see Vil stomping his way over to the two of you, a stern, disapproving scowl on his usually pristine face.

“Oh no…” Epel mumbled out, mentally preparing for the earful he was about to receive.

Also concerned, but significantly less so, you gently picked up your discarded hat and brushed off the mud and grass, now clutching the brim in your hands as your older cousin stared you and Epel down.

“Vil, we were ju-“

“Hush now sweet potato. Epel, how dare you act in such an uncivilized manner and drag my own cousin into your uncouth nonsense! Just look at you, you’ve ruined, and quite possibly stained, your uniform! Your makeup is just too dreadful to look at! You’ve got mud and Sevens knows what else in your hair! And you-!”

Vil now turns his attention to you, eyes blazing with dissatisfaction and judgement.

“Look what you’ve done with your dress! Your brand new, elegant dress is ruined! Covered in mud and soaked all the way through! Do you know what material that dress is made from, Y/N?!”

You both looked down in shame and embarrassment.

“I’m so disappointed in you both.” He sighed. “Now you’ll need to be scrubbed down to get that gunk and grime off you. And then I have to reapply your makeup and redo your hair all over again…“ He trailed off, mentally having to check off all the tasks he’ll have to do to make you two presentable again.

Epel’s face flushed at the comment about being scrubbed down, knowing the implication behind it, being all-to familiar with the extent of Vil’s methods. He stole a glance at you to see your unaware, still ashamed frown. He looked back up at Vil, gulping.

“You… you do mean that we’ll be bathing separately, right..?”

Vil crosses his arms, eyebrow quirked up, and gave a Look.

Epel’s face darkens.

“This is just embarrassing…”

Epel grumbled as more warm water was dunked onto his head, cascading through his hair and down his face. The stream of water dripped into the tub, painting the water in a light brown from the dirt and other residue. His head was gently yet forcefully tilted up.

“Keep your head up Epel. You’re going to get mud in your eyes.”

Another dunk of water before the shampoo was applied, the scent of honey and apples not lost on the young Felmier. He could only sigh and pout as manicured fingers massaged their way through his tangled, curly locks, lathering it more and more.

“I’m a grown ass adult. I don’t need anyone bathing me.” He mumbled.

“Language.” Vil scolded, sitting next to the rather large tub, sleeves rolled up while he scrubbed all the dirt out of the younger male’s hair.

The whole ordeal was embarrassing enough, with Epel being stark naked in front of not only his dormleader, but now his friend-turned-crush-turned-‘possible romantic partner?’ After all, you did kiss him on the mouth earlier, so that’s got to count for something, right?

You sat in the same tub as him, though at a distance, back turned to him as you washed your own hair while Vil washed Epel’s. You were also bare, but with all the suds from Vil’s bubble soap acting as a barrier, it’s not like either of you could see each other. Epel snuck a glance your way in an attempt to gauge your reaction to all of this, only to have the same hand from before roughly grab his chin and turn it away from you.

“Eyes forward, Felmier. Don’t even try to sneak a peek at my little cousin.”

“I wasn’t-!”

“Hush. And that means you too, Rook.” Vil warned.

A brief shuffling was heard from the bathroom doorway before going silent once more.

Vil tilted Epel’s chin up once more and dumped another cup of water onto his head to rinse it. Once the dormleader had finished cleaning the last of the mud from his dormmate, he checked to see if his cousin had finished before preparing to take his leave.

“I’ll give you two some time before we move onto the rest of the routine. I’ll be getting things ready and set up, so don’t dottle too much!”

And with that, Epel and you were finally alone to relax.

Shyly, Epel tried peeking over at you again to see you just finishing up rinsing your hair. You were still facing away from him, but he caught a glimpse of bare shoulder and got too nervous, turning his head away. The bubbles may hide yourselves from each other, but the thought of being so close while exposed still sent the poor boy’s heart racing.

The memory of you kissing him earlier played on repeat in his head. How you had pulled him close with such confidence, without hesitation. The feeling of your soft lips against his and how it took his breath away. The sudden spark that ignited in his head, sending off a slew of fireworks for the briefest of seconds.

“You should probably pull the stopper out so the water can drain.”

He was broken away from his daydreaming, processing what you had just said. The stopper? Drain the water? Oh, the tub’s stopper, right, you and him need to get out and dry off before Vil scolds you two again.

He pulled the stopper out and put it aside, then looked around for where Vil left your towels, to see them on the countertop. The countertop that was out of arms reach. Meaning either you or he would have to get out of the tub to grab them, leaving either exposed to the other.

His face flushed again.

“Dagnabbit…” He muttered under his breath.

Maybe he could use the remaining soap bubbles to cover himself and quickly grab a towel for himself, then toss you the other one? Or maybe you could grab your own towel while he looked away? But what if you thought he was just trying to be a creep and sneak a peek while you grabbed your towel? What if you called for Vil and he got his ass handed to him for trying to perv on his cousin?!

“Hey, Epel.”

At the soft call of his name, he instinctively turned to you, only to come face-to-face with you, a mere inch from his face. Your noses were nearly touching and your eyes were looking at him with lidded adoration. When did you get so close?!

He didn’t have time to question as you leaned your body closer, grabbing onto the side of the tub to steady yourself. A familiar twinkle of mischief sparkled in your eyes as you grinned at him.

“Do you want to have some fun before we have to deal with Vil?”

Mind racing, his face felt even hotter at the suggestion, unable to believe what he was hearing. Surely you couldn’t mean what he thought you meant? Surely he was just projecting! There’s no way the cousin to the Vil Schoenheit wants to do that with him, and in such a place so close to said cousin!

“What kind of fun?”

Your grin widened as a hand carefully reached down and he nearly jumped as it came into contact with his semi-hard dick, still submerged in the remaining water. You palmed at his member, fondling his balls and pumping along the length, making him harden under your touch. He bucked his hips, splashing some of the water and making you giggle.

“The kind that would make Vil pop a blood vessel and ruin that pretty face of his if he ever found out.”

That got his attention.

You tilted your head, lazily stoking his dick while you waited for an answer from your partner in crime. Hazy blue eyes looked at you, then towards the closed door, seemingly contemplating, before finally looking back at you. This time, he matched that sparkle in your eyes and smirked in that same way that made you fall for him in the first place.

He suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you in for a messy kiss, much like how you did before, catching you off guard and making you near topple onto him.

Guess that was an enthusiastic yes.

Epel watched, memorized, as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock. Your mouth swallowing down the full length so easily, lips wrapping around his girth and cheeks hollowed out to make room.

He couldn’t help but to stare at you, even when your eyes caught his gaze. They were half lidded and drunk from sucking on his hard length. They looked almost glassy, like a porcelain dolls, beautiful irises unfocused with a few tears gathered at the corners.

You smiled around his cock, tongue licking the underside and lips slurping noisily. Your hands were busy fondling his balls, gently massaging them and raking your manicured nails to elicit twitching from his member. You gave a suck before popping off his member to properly speak.

“You taste so sweet, Epel. Like apples!~” You slurred, looking up at him with pure adoration and lust. You licked off some of the precum from the tip and chuckled when it twitched once more. “I could just eat you up a~all day.~”

Pride swelled in his chest as the young farm boy couldn’t help but smirk giddily. Knowing that he was that attractive, that you’d be willing to get down on your knees and blow him all day, was a huge boost for his ego, especially considering your status. His dick was just too good to pass up, a true mark of manliness!

‘Ha! How’s them apples, you pompous asshole?!’ He mentally jeered while you continued to slurp all over his cock.

With his newfound confidence, Epel grabbed at your still soaking wet hair, and pushed you down onto his cock, properly deepthroating you. Your eyes blew wide from the sudden intrusion poking at the back of your throat, making you gag and sputter around him. The tightening of your throat egged him on as he began to roughly bob your head along his length. All the water was drained by this point, offering him more room to position himself and you so that he could use your mouth like a proper fleshlight (without drowning you by accident).

He harshly thrusts into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly while you tried to keep up. The audible sounds of squelching and slurping echoed in the bathroom as a few tears fell and ran down your cheeks. You can’t recall ever being treated so roughly before, like you weren’t made of glass and could break at the slightest touch. It was all just so messy and rowdy and thrilling..!

His thrusts started to become more irregular and slow, focusing on being more precise and deep. His grip on your locks grew tighter and he held you close as he gave one last thrust, pushing his dick as far as it’d go. You felt him twitch and suddenly, tasted the burst of a wave of hot, creamy fluid rush into the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow.

You sputtered, unprepared as some stray semen squeezed past your lips and drip onto the tub, mixing in the soapy suds that had yet to dissipate. He held you in place until he was sure that he had completely emptied in you. Only then did he finally let go and lean back, allowing you to slip his dick out with a noisy pop.

Panting, trying to catch his breath, Epel looked down at you to see your flushed face and open mouth dripping with his sticky release. Your eyes looked glazed over, lidded as they stared up at him tiredly. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of you.

You looked completely fucked out and if it was the hottest thing Epel has ever seen-!

Too lost in his daydream, he hadn’t noticed you lavishing his cock in attention once more, warm mouth sucking and lapping up the stray cum. After cleaning him up, you finished him off with a kiss on his reddened tip and smiled up at him. He gave a crooked smile in return.

“Better hurry and get dried off. Vil’s probably impatiently waiting for us.”

Oh, right, he had completely forgotten about that. Ugh, back to the same old grind…

The two of you made quick of drying off, brushing through your hair, and cleaning up any evidence left behind from your activities. Once you were both dressed and presentable, you made your way out of the bathroom and towards where Vil had everything set up and ready to go. Vil looked displeased and impatient but gestured for the two of you to sit down.

Epel nodded and did as he was told, but as you two made your way over to the seating, you leaned close to his ear and quietly whispered, so only he could hear.

“Next time, I’ll let you put it in me.~”

You giggled at his flushed face and gave a quick kiss to his cheek, making him grow even redder. Vil scolded you for such action, but you simply ignored him and sat down prim and proper. Epel shuffled his way over to sit next to you, gaze facing the ground in embarrassment and secret pride.

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Beach Body (Idia x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Body insecurity, mild angst, self-esteem issues, self-deprecation (Idia)

A single speck of black was visible on the sandy beach. It sat alone, highlighted by wisps of fiery blue hair that peeked out from under its hood. The legs that curled up before the speck, tucked under its chin, were paler than the sand, as white as a sand dollar. The umbrella high above the speck was the only thing to shade it from the harsh, hot rays of the sun. It cowered away from them, as if it wished to disappear from the scene altogether. That assumption was correct - Idia would rather be elsewhere. 

The only reason the man was not back in the safety of his hotel room was the robot boy that played among the waves. Idia had made that waterproof body of his for the trip, so he could play with his peers like any other kid. Idia thought that would be enough; he could simply watch Ortho play from the balcony of their condo. Ortho had other plans, however. There was nothing the boy wanted more than to have his beloved brother with him out on the beach. He said it would be fun to make such memories with him. Though Idia silently disagreed, there was no way he could refuse those pleading eyes. 

So, here he was, sat alone on the beach while Ortho had fun. The boy would come check on him once in a while, try to coax him out into the sea to play with him, or to play in the sand. The only successful attempt had occurred two days ago, when the sandcastle building contest took place. To think Idia thought they actually had a chance at winning - laughable. It was bad enough that they weren't allowed to use magic; when Idia was asked to hand over his tech, and Ortho was told he couldn’t use any tricks of his own, Idia knew they were goners. They came in dead last that day. Ortho had fun, but never again would Idia expose himself to such humiliation. 

The black hoodie that covered his torso sweltered in the heat, but it was the best Idia had to cover up with. You won’t catch him frolicking about like some oblivious loser in a beach episode. That sunny spotlight was for the main characters, the hot NPCs - Idia was neither. He hated this so much…he let out a long sigh as he draped his arms over his knees and rested his chin atop them as he continued to watch Ortho. He cracked a little smile as he heard Ortho squealed in delight when Epel splashed him with water. Well, at least one thing he did was worth something. 

“Idia?” 

Idia flinched at the sudden sound of his name. He whipped his head around to look up at the person addressing him: [Y/n]. “W-What?” 

You pointed to his hoodie. “Aren’t you burning up in that thing?” 

Idia glanced to the side as he lied, “No.” 

“I can clearly see the sweat dripping off your face.” You tugged on his sleeve. “C’mon, you’ll burn up if you don’t!” 

“No!” Idia tugged the hoodie closer to his body. He glared down at the towel he sat on as he grumbled. “Geez, can’t a guy get some peace?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows at his sour attitude. “Are you still upset about the sandcastle contest?” 

“I’m not upset,” he mumbled. Another obvious lie. 

“Don’t be mad - ignore Leona and his bullshit.” You knelt down to look Idia in the eye. “He was just trying to get a rise out of you. You did a lot better than I would have.” 

Idia clicked his tongue as he scoffed. “You can make something worse than a pile of sand?” 

“It wasn’t a pile of sand,” you chuckled. “It was a cute little house! Ortho told me you came up with it; it’s the one from ‘Miko Doesn’t Talk’, right?” 

Idia’s eyebrows lifted, surprised you knew of the show. “Y-You like it?” 

“The anime? Yeah, I think it’s cute! I’ve only just started watching it though, so I can’t say much about it.” 

Idia let out a quiet giggle, “Noob - haven’t even seen a show that beginner grade.” 

It was your turn to scoff, though a smirk accompanied yours. “Well, if someone would come out of their room and talk to me more often, maybe I wouldn’t be such a noob.” 

Idia had nothing to say to that - he just rolled his eyes and looked back out at the sea. Ortho had come closer to shore, he and Deuce now looking for seashells. Baby games…but Idia thought it was cute how Ortho wanted to make them matching shell bracelets. He then saw you move out of the corner of his eye, a water bottle slowly coming into his line of sight. He looked back in your direction with a confused expression. 

“Here,” you said as you lifted the bottle closer to him. “I came to give you this. If you really have to keep on the hoodie, you need to drink more water.” 

“Water’s for normies,” he mused. 

“And heat stroke via stubbornness is for losers,” you retorted. 

Well, you had a point. Idia hated plain water, but he was thirsty. So, with an overdramatically annoyed sound, he took the plastic bottle from you. His fingers brushed against yours as he grasped the bottle; he quickly pulled away and looked down before you could see the pink of his cheeks. “Thanks…” 

“No problem.” Your smile was as bright as the sparkles that came with an SSR card pull. The swimsuit you wore made you look like the love interest in an otome game…why did Idia have to be like this? Before his thoughts could get too carried away, you broke Idia out as you spoke again. “Why are you wearing that anyway? It’s not even that windy today, and it’s not going to rain either. You don’t need it.” 

“You don’t need it,” Idia mocked in a voice that exaggerated yours. He scoffed again as he continued, “What do you want me to do, huh? Take it off and get laughed at by everyone?” He sipped his water sharply before he mumbled under his breath, “It’s not like I’m a protagonist with abs.” 

You furrowed your brow, “Epel doesn’t have abs, neither do Deuce or Ace, and they’re out without a shirt.” 

“They don’t look like a dweeb,” Idia grumbled as he took another swig of his water. 

“You do not look like a dweeb,” you said as you gently elbowed his side. 

Idia smirked again as he chuckled. “What do you have, x-ray vision? How do you know?” 

“I don’t,” you admitted, “but you’re not bad looking, Idia.” Idia glanced back your way as you finished your thought. “I’ve always thought you looked pretty cute.” 

Cute cute you called him cute aaaaahhh!!! 

‘Calm down Idia,’ Idia told himself. ‘You’re fine, you’re fine, you’re cool, you’re fine. Be cool, be…be cool.’ 

Idia managed a grin as he leaned a little closer. “C-Cute, huh?” He mentally called himself dumb for the stammer. “Like what, a puppy?” 

“No, not a puppy,” you laughed. “That’s more of Jack than anything.” Idia held back a laugh of his own as he saw Jack’s ears perk up in the distance. It nearly slipped when the beastman looked in your direction with a look between surprise and puzzled on his face. “I think…hmm…” You thought it over for a bit; honestly, Idia was afraid of what you might say. When you finally did speak, he was nowhere near prepared for what you said. 

“You remind me of the cute loner best friend the main character ends up with in a romantic comedy.”

Idia’s mind ran a mile a minute as he processed your words. Him, cute guy? Love interest in a romantic comedy? What? Good thing his hoodie hid his face when he looked down, or you’d see just how blushy he was. He barely registered the words that came out of his mouth in his flustered state. “Are you the main character?” he mumbled. 

“Huh?” you asked. “What did you say?” 

Idia quickly regained himself, though clumsily. “I, I, u-uh, nothing!” For the first time since he’d gotten to the beach, Idia scrambled up from his spot on the ground. “I-I just remembered I forgot, um…O-Ortho’s bag! Need that if he’s going to collect shells.” He was sweating more now than he ever had before. “I-I’ll see you later!” 

Never did anyone know that Idia Shroud could run that fast. Idia felt ridiculous, honestly - like some anime school girl that just got rejected by her crush. You hadn’t rejected him, but you surely would have laughed if you heard what he said. C’mon, you? With him? Laughable. You’d likely end up with one of the main guys, like Malleus, or Vil, or Leona.

It’d never be with him…never. Idia felt a lump form in his stomach as he slowed down. As his shoes clumped along the wooden walkway that led to and from the beach’s entrance, he tugged his hood further over his head. He could see his once blue hair was now a flaming bright pink. He groaned as he rolled his eyes to the sky, so very frustrated with himself. He told himself to be cool…when was he ever. 

“Get an actual beach body and maybe you could have a shot with the main character,” Idia grumbled to himself as he walked along. 

Hopefully you didn’t notice Ortho’s bag on the beach towel where he’d left it. 

[yuusishi]

Could I request Idia, Ace, and Leona being called handsome and fairer than Vil and Neige, please?

Bonus if Vil is in denial over it

. . . FAIREST IS...ME?

pairings : Idia Shroud , Ace Trappola , Leona Kingscholar x gn!reader (sep.)

genre : fluff

cws/tws : none

a/n : teehee I haven't worked on reqs in a bit

Idia Shroud !!

Oh boy, if denial could be a person it would be Idia Shroud.

Please, he'd keep denying it no matter how many times you've said it.

You could compliment his gaming skills and he won't hesitate in saying how great it is, but when it's his looks? Suddenly all that confidence is down the drain.

"Y-You must be joking, [Name]. No way I'm fairer than the Vil Schoenheit...and Neige LeBlanche no less!"

Whether or not you'd give up trying is up to you.

But! Don't worry, once you've left the dorm Idia would be giggling and kicking his feet thinking back that you called HIM fairer that Vil and Neige.

"Whee hee hee [Name] said I'm fairer than Vil Schoenheit and Neige LeBlanche, course I am! Wait..."

He'd go back to his self-deprecating nature once he catches himself saying that to himself, but that won't stop him squealing like a school girl about it into his pillow.

Ace Trappola !!

Ace isn't the self-depracating type like Idia nor is he the sly tease like Leona, he's the middle ground.

He'd probably go "Hah? What's this about? If you're trying to butter me up to get me to pay for your lunch later forget about it".

He'd smile a little to himself after even if he doesn't know if you really meant it or said it as a joke (this is a lie he knows you mean it he just doesn't wanna admit it).

The next time he encounters Vil I feel like he'd want to rub it in his face that you called him fairer that Pomefiore's housewarden himself, but he knows better than to pick a fight with a housewarden.

He'd definitely brag about it to the first years tho (without you there).

"Did you guys know [Name] said I was fairer that Vil-senpai earlier?" "Ace, this is the 3rd time you've talked about it please shut it".

Epel considers telling it to Vil just to spite Ace for the annoying amount of times he said it that day, but decides against it because snitches suck.

Leona Kingscholar !!

"Hm? You really think I'm fairer than that Vil of all people?".

He'd tease you about it, but you know that he's wearing it like a badge of honor.

After housewarden meetings, if Vil and Leona start bickering a little bit, Leona will definitely pull out the "Says the one that my herbivore said I was fairer than".

"You or that LeBlanche kid from RSA are the fairest? Not according to my herbivore you're not"

He'd eat it up whatever compliment you give him, but act all nonchalant about it (especially if it's about him being better than the other housewardens).

He's not the giggly type after you've left, but it definitely keeps him from sleeping the day away like usual, mumbling to himself about how stupid he was for getting all giddy inside over a single compliment.

Small bonus: Vil Schoenheit !!

"Those three? Fairer than me or Neige? My, has your vision become worse, dear potato? It's not safe to waltz around campus when you clearly cannot see properly"

[halloweenismyfav]

: ̗̀➛ I'm proud to say that I'm a part of the TWST collab ("who does the prefect like?") hosted by @dulcesiabits!!! I hope that you all enjoy this╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯💖💖

—❥ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ɪ ғᴀɴᴄʏ ʏᴏᴜ

warnings: none

genre: romance, fluff, (attempted) comedy

pairing: riddle rosehearts x gn!reader (+ platonic first years hehe)

word count: 884

extra notes: the reader is the ramshackle prefect!

♪ london boy – taylor swift

—♡ “Do you know why we called you here for this meeting, (Y/N)?”

“Uhh. . .This is my dorm, y’know, you’re the ones who asked to come over–”

“That’s besides the point!”

“The point is. . .”

“We know you’re dating Riddle.” ♡—

『••♡••』

So, you’re probably wondering how this all started. Well then. . .Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

— ʚ The Study ‘Dates’ ɞ

It all started with a small study date. It wasn’t even a date at the time, it was just Riddle helping you study for a test (as repayment for helping him round up some loose hedgehogs a few days prior).

The other first years didn’t really think anything of it at the time but they didn’t expect the study ‘dates’ to keep happening. It even got to the point where you were cancelling plans with them just because of these study sessions with Riddle. But hey, maybe it was just you wanting to get good grades for you and Grim, right?

— ʚ Your Phone ɞ

Usually when you hung out with the first years, you would only use your phone to show them something funny or to use Google to prove someone (typically Ace) wrong about something.

But now something felt. . .off. You were looking at your phone a lot more often than normal and were even giggling at whatever was on your screen.

You’ve never giggled at your phone.

What was even weirder is that you would lay your phone faced down so no one could read your messages. People usually only did that when they were hiding something. That's when Ace came up with a quote-unquote ‘brilliant’ plan. (Spoiler alert: it backfired.)

— ʚ The Stupid Brilliant Plan ɞ

When Ace suggested following you and Riddle around to see what you both did, Sebek and Deuce were yelling about how it was an invasion of privacy but Epel didn’t seem to mind the idea. Jack didn’t even react other than slapping the palm of his hand onto his forehead at the stupid plan that Ace concocted.

Needless to say, the dumb idea was put into motion.

The group put on disguises they deemed as acceptable before following you to the library. So far the study session was normal. Just Riddle going through the subject and making sure you understood everything he was saying. Sure, there were a few moments where his knee brushed yours and he got a bit too close for the first years’ comfort, but nothing that could make them 100% sure whether you were dating Riddle or not.

They watched as you both put your textbooks into your bags and that's when they saw it. . .Your lips pressed against Riddle's in a simple yet sweet kiss. His hand interlocked with yours for a second, giving it a light squeeze before letting go. A smile that neither Ace or Deuce have ever seen graced Riddle's face—a smile that was full of love and a bit of shyness.

“My rose, what did I say about PDA?” The dorm head seemed anything but annoyed despite what his question may have implied. That smile never leaving, instead it simply grew when your hand reached for his yet again. “I know, sorry! I just couldn’t help it. Plus it’s not like anyone is around~♪”

BLEGH. That was the only thought running through the first years’ minds (minus Jack, he was just glad that you’re happy in all honesty). Ace and Deuce couldn’t believe their eyes. Their dorm head was secretly a softy but for their FRIEND? The two thought they were going to faint on the spot.

Before they threw up their lunch, they quickly ran back to Ramshackle.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

“RIDDLE? FOR REAL?!”

“THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!”

“WHY WOULD THE HUMAN KEEP THIS FROM US IF THEY TRULY RESPECT US?!”

After your friends finished their mini breakdown, that’s when they decided it was time for an interrogation.

『••♡••』

So, back to present time!

You sat on the dusty couch while the boys’ all stood in front of you. “So, what do you have to say?”

“Well, first of all, I don’t like that you decided to spy on me. Second of all, if you were really my friends. . . Wouldn’t you just wait for me to say something when I was ready?”

Well that certainly wasn’t what they expected to hear. Suddenly they felt something akin to guilt.

“I was actually going to tell you soon since Riddle seems like he wants to take this relationship seriously but guess I don’t need to do that now.” You couldn’t help but sigh before standing up and flicking Ace’s forehead. “Ow! You–. . .Y’know what, I deserved that.” He couldn’t even argue with you on that one.

“Nonetheless, you guys are my friends, so as long as you are happy for me in the end then it’s fine,” you spread out your arms, “Group hug?” That crooked yet loveable smile was hard to say no to. No matter how much they tried to act like that didn’t like the hug, you knew that they didn’t actually mind it one bit.

“I just have one condition if you're dating Riddle.”

“That being?”

“If I ever catch the two of you being all sappy or lovey-dovey then I won’t be able to talk to you for the rest of that week.”

“Oh shut it, Ace!”

Hope this was enjoyable cause my writer's block is still being a pain (╥﹏╥)💖💖💖 — 💘 Hallow 💘

[some-beans]

howdy it’s me again!

could I ask for houswardens or first years with an mc who reads smutty books (like punk 57 or the twisted series or any other you know), manga , and erotic fanfics with a straight face like it’s nothing.

Bonus point if the Mc start writing some fics about the cast( My friend did that with two of their coworkers then sent it over discord it was funny).

if you’re not comfortable with writing stuff like this feel free to change things around!

Have a good day or night!

Scribble

hehehehe noice also again sorry for the late response 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

✎...pairing: twst first years x gn!reader ✎...themes: smutty books and fanfics, reader writes/reads smut, reader is gn with they/them in mind ✎...enjoy !!

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐋

𝐀𝐂𝐄

this dude

giggles like a mother fucker

very much teases you and always points out whenever you're reading smut in public

all he gets is a blank stare tho

he does continue his shitting once fanfiction is involved

but quickly pipes down once he found out you wrote fics about shipping him and deuce together

especially, the more nsfw stuff

𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐄

blushes to high hell

stutters one finds out you were casually reading a dark smutty romance in crewel's class once you finished your tasks

almost caused an accident from this

however

you thought was bad

homie almost fainted once he saw the surprising amount of fanfiction you wrote about him and your classmates together

before coming back and arguing with you how he and ace were the most shipped

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊

listen

jack knows everyone has hobbies and likes, and whatnot

but the wolf has to admit you've got the guts to read that stuff in public with a blank face to boot

in all honesty, jack doesn't mind what you do in your free time

b u t

you may have to a chat when comes to writing stuff about him and people you two know in a relationship

e s p e c i a l l y

if has to do with his dorm leader

𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐄

𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐋

giggle mother fucker #2

surprisingly enough, i feel like epel would like to read with you

and yes

he giggles every time any body part is mentioned

mostly any breast or penis variation

it gets worse when it's a monster fucker book tho

. . .

stop the mother fuckin music

is that fanfiction of him and jack??

nah

he ain't playing these games

you better stop !!

𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎

listen

as much as people think ortho is this little innocent boy

you're wrong

cuz the boy can easily access your browser history

and yes

he does know what fanfiction is and what the codes for how smutty a fic can be

. . . he may have spied on idia for that

so, he isn't really surprised when he finds you reading it, though, he is surprised at how deadpan you are

then again, idia blushes like nobody's business

. . .

he may or may not anonymously ask for you to write fluffy fanfics involving his brother so he can finally imagine idia in a relationship

ortho just what's to see his brother happy

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊

the a u d a c i t y of this h u m a n

man is so uptight about it makes you laugh

. . .

and write more fics about him

tho unlike the others, he won't find out about those ones

it's the ones about his beloved waka-sama you gotta worry about

you almost went deaf from the amount of yelling did

. . .

but it didn't stop him from anonymously asking for very specific headcanons on malleus

i.e. "can i request for a malleus x male half-fae reader who is a knight in training with lots of praise and platonic fluff?"

this dude 💀💀

[dddomenstarstwst1]

Hm I usually dont have many ideas but.. Deuce spade x amab!reader dubcon? Oh!! and even better if, like, reader is dubcon-ing Deuce on reader's birthday! Uhm btw this is my first time requesting smth so im sorry if theres anything weird! 🥹✨ Have a good day and take as much time as you need! 🫶

Yes, Deuce my boy, love him! Thank you for requesting, baby!

Birthday present (ft.deuce)

Warnings: sub!deuce, dom!gn!reader, amab!reader, dub-con, alcohol intoxication, drunk sex, bratty deuce, degradation, rimming, anal sex, spanking, name calling (slut, bitch), pet names (baby, babe)

a/n: i do not encourage having sex while intoxicated, this is just a fictional scenario. All characters are aged up and depicted as 18+ y/o

"Congrats again on surviving another year, [Name]!" Ace wraps his arm around your shoulder, a glass of red wine in his hand. You shake your head at his clearly drunk state, he can't stand still, shifting from leg to leg.

"Say, [Name], I think your boyfriend's had enough funny water already," you turn your head to the sound of Epel's voice, quickly looking in the direction he's pointing. You can see Deuce standing against the wall, face flushed red and eyes glossy. "My dude, ya gotta take him to bed."

You bid your friends goodbye, making your way to Deuce. Once he finally registers your presence, his face lits up, hands wrap around you as he murmurs something in your shoulder.

"What was it, baby?" Deuce lifts his head up, suddenly looking serious. He presses his lips to your neck and whispers against the skin.

"Want you..." You stand absolutely speechless, never expecting Deuce Spade to so openly tell you that. Your boyfriend moves his hand to palm your dick through the fabric of your jeans. You're pretty sure you heard your two friends scream "get a room, you two", but decide to ignore them.

Your room is enveloped in complete silence, a contrast to the ruckus outside. Deuce leads you further in the room, tugging your hand as he falls down on the bed, your weight on top of his. You've seen your boyfriend being bold and initiate sex, but the way his eyes are filled with lust raises goosebumps on your skin.

"I want you so bad. Touch me everywhere, rail me." Deuce's fingers find their way in your hair, closing the distance between your faces. His kisses, usually gentle and slow, are now messy and hurried, free hand tries to unbutton your pants as quickly as possible.

"Wait, hold on! Deuce, you're drunk. Let's do this some other time, when you're in the right mind."

"I said I want you to fuck me so hard I'd be unable to walk for the whole week! I want to scream your name and let everyone hear who makes me feel good. I think I'm in the right mind right now, do you?" You gulp and nod slowly. Too stunned by Deuce's sudden brattiness, you reach to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it aside.

Cyan eyes watch as you pull your pants and underwear down, shortly after following the same routine. All your attempts to control yourself crumble, when Deuce lets his hands roam all over your body, purposefully missing your aroused dick.

"Shit, fuck it!" With swift motions you turn Deuce on his stomach and bring his ass up. Your hot breath hits his exposed skin, shivers run down his spine, "Lord help you, if you forget what happens today after you wake up."

"You can always remind me tomorrow." You can practically hear a smirk in his voice, which only riles you up more. With a slap to his ass you let your tongue circle around his rim, the tip sliding inside. "Ah! It's fine, fuck me. I prepped myself..."

"You keep on surprising me tonight, babe. Is it the alcohol that brings out the brat in you?" You're not given a reply, but the way Deuce pants slightly louder is more than enough for you. Amused, you align your erection to his hole, not putting it in. "Gotta tell me what you want, Deuce."

"..." Slightly annoyed at being ignored, you lend a harsh slap to his ass. "Fu-uck! Fuck me! Please."

"Just what I wanted to hear, slut." Your dick easily slips inside Deuce, his face, though almost fully hidden in the pillows, is adorned by pink flush. You settle for a quick but steady pace, angle chosen perfectly as your tip brushed against his prostate with each thrust.

"Where'd your bratty attitude go, slut? Can't handle what I give you? Such a shame, you were trying so hard to rile me up. Yet, when I fuck you, - just like you wanted, mind you, - your dumb self goes whining like a bitch on me." As if to prove your words, Deuce lets out a high-pitched whine that grows into a loud moan.

Your boyfriend's legs tense, hole clenching around you, which means his senses are higher than usual. Alcohol did it's job, you think. Soon enough Spade starts bubbling and screaming into the pillow he had in his arms, hips struggling to meet yours in a desperate attempt to chase his orgasm.

With your name on his swollen lips, Deuce cums in white spurts that lend underneath him. He lays still, breathing a little rapid as his muscles relax slowly.

"Hey, did you pass out? Tch, and who asked me to fuck him so rough he'd be limping for a week? I didn't even get to cum, babe," you laugh under your breath, covering your sleeping boyfriend with a blanket, before scattering his clothes from the floor and placing them on the chair, "You owe me one, Deuce. Better pay back tomorrow morning."

You lay next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and planting a quick kiss to his forehead.

"Goodnight, love."

[thecoffeelovingfreak]

come & talk to me

Pairing: Rook Hunt x gn!Reader

Writing Genre: oneshot

Genres: romance, rom-com

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: arrows getting within 5 centimeters of reader

Notes: This idea came to me about two weeks ago, and I wrote it within the same night gfjfjfk. I hope you enjoy this Valentine's fic -- it's titled after one of my favorite songs! <3

Read it on ao3!

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The fourteenth of February – Sweetheart's Day – as it’s known here in Twisted Wonderland. A day in honor of the goddess of love and beauty, where romance was around every corner and admirers prospered.

It seems I have one of my own, you thought, noticing the dazzling and voluminous bouquet sitting on the island of Ramshackle’s kitchen. A lovely little purple box was placed next to it, adorned in golden trim and a red bow. Peering through the window of the box, you saw an assortment of sweets. A few chocolate-covered strawberries still appearing fresh, heart-shaped macarons in various shades complementing the box, and finally petit fours decorated in the signature colors of your dorm. Upon closer inspection of the bouquet, you observed the selected flowers: traditional red roses, gardenias, jonquils, blue violets, and moss rosebuds. A note was nestled between your collection of nature’s beauties, and it read:

Your eyes shine like ever radiant starlight,

Will you choose to be mine tonight?

- ↣

A smile blossomed on your lips as you huffed, feeling as though you were the lead in a cheesy romance movie. Taking the box with you and keeping it away from Grim’s tired and hungry grabby hands, you left to attend your first period.

—

“Whatcha got there, Y/n?” Ace asked, jogging up next to you in one of the exterior hallways.

“A box of treats from an admirer.” you replied matter-of-factly.

He chuckled before speaking, “Any clue who it is?”

“Not yet. The note was only signed with an a–”

Your sentence was cut off as an arrow whizzed by only about 4 centimetres in front of your face.

“Arrow.” you finished, handing your box to Ace.

You approached the section of mortar where the arrow was lodged. Attached to its sharp end was a letter and another moss rosebud wrapped in purple striped twine. Recalling your flowers and note, you had no doubt as to who had sent their affection flying your way. Tugging the arrow out of the wall, you carefully removed the note. Lifting the flower off of the paper, you wordlessly gave it to the redhead next to you before opening the light brown letter.

Witnessing your joy is truly a treasure,

I hope my gift brought you pleasure.

Please do me the honor of accompanying me,

In the majestic forest beneath the trees.

Eight o’clock tonight,

Follow the lights.

- ↣

Excitement bubbled in you at the prospect of meeting your admirer, but it was slightly dispelled by Ace’s pessimism.

“How do you know they’re not going to murder you?”

—

Sitting down at the table of your merry little band of first years for lunch, you were immediately bombarded by statements.

“An arrow at your head?! It definitely sounds like they want to kill you.”

“Thank you, Deuce, very supportive.” you retorted.

“Letting treats and letters win you over so quickly?! Ha, what a silly little human!”

With a glare at the group, silence reigned. At least until Jack spoke up, “Do you know who it is?”

“I don’t.” you replied.

“What if it’s Henley?” Ace joked.

Your entire table groaned at the mention of the most cumbersome member of your class.

“What if it’s Rook?” Deuce queried.

Epel gagged at the idea, but you simply sat with it for a minute.

What if it was Rook?... No, definitely not. While you had been bantering more and more often, even borderline flirting really, there was no way. He had taken it upon himself to teach you archery, and walk you back to your dorm everyday after classes, and bring you dinner on nights where you were too occupied by your studies, and help you branch out in fashion, exploration, and… oh Great Sevens, it was Rook.

Noticing your sudden introspection, the first years slowly went quiet. As you fought to keep your cheeks from widening, Epel’s face looked aghast as he shouted “No!”

—

When the clock struck seven forty-five that night, you finished dusting off your outfit and left Ramshackle. As the poem said, lights outlined your path across the campus and through the forest. The little balls of light dissipated after you passed, most likely due to their magic origins. The woods near campus were truly beautiful – pines, oaks, ash, cedar, and even apple trees – created a lovely backdrop. As you got closer to the river, more lights appeared. The soft bubbling in unison with crickets enveloped you in nature’s music as your steps soon met various flowers that coexisted with the vast expanse of trees. A smile and ironic chuckle occurred on your lips as you realized they were the exact flowers from your bouquet.

“Thank you for joining me, ange.”

Your head turned to face the blond emerging from behind the large weeping willow bordering the river.

“Of course. It’s only fair that I come admire you as well.”

He winked before voicing, “You didn’t come see me out of duty.”

You chuckled lightly before replying, “No, I did not. I came to confess my affections for you… but I feel as though you already knew.”

He smirked and took your right hand, “What kind of hunter would I be if I didn’t?”

You followed him as he guided you to a small rowboat. He held your hand to provide support as you stepped in and sat down before sliding in across from you and grabbing the oars. He set a light pace as you traveled north, observing the various changes in your surroundings. While the silence was loving, you couldn’t help but ask a question drifting through your mind.

“I noticed you gave me moss rosebuds twice. Do they have a special meaning I am unaware of?”

“Indeed they do.” He began, focusing on you yet still rowing, “They represent confessions of love. Blue violets mean I will always be there, jonquils communicate a desire for affection returned, gardenias stand for secret love, and red roses are for your one and only love.”

With each addition to the list you felt giddy, and by the end like swooning.

Rook laughed at your visible reaction – something you decided was now one of your favorite sounds.

In two more rows, you arrived near the windmill. Beneath it was a perfect little picnic, set up with more magic lights and ravishing food. A large box also laid wrapped similarly to the one for your treats – minus the window. With your hands once again intertwined, you slowly approached the romantic setting.

When you sat down, Rook smiled brightly before handing you your gift box and saying, “Happy Sweetheart’s Day, ange.”

You eagerly unwrapped the Pomefiore-colored box and gasped at what was inside.

A breath-taking bow sat in red silk, it’s dark cherry wood a perfectly contrasting match. Patterns of nature were carved into the wood, and no matter how small the line or crevice they all appeared to have been sanded. Such a tenacious task done with so much care and tenderness brought forth strong emotions, and you found yourself thanking the hunter with a kiss. He seemed momentarily caught off guard before melting at your long awaited touch.

“I love it, Rook.”

“And I love you, Y/n.”

[michelletsw]

Cute thoughts

Romantic/crush writings not in a relationship

Gn reader (I don't have favoritism shush/j)

What if,

Grim got upset one night since you bought the wrong brand of tuna so he locked you out unable to get back inside, the ghosts finding it funny so the goof around helping grim leaving you locked outside for the night.

Ace

You sneak inside and get in his room quietly you see he has extra blankets on his bed and his blankets on the floor with a futon he's siting on his floor playing on his phone already in his pjs "why's your stuff on the ground?" Asking genuinely confused "just shut up and take the bed" he plugs in his phone and sets up where he'll be sleeping. "Your sleeping in your uniform?" He asks confused "I wasn't planing on it but I couldn't change before grim started throwing a fit" ace stands up and walk to his dresser he throws a shirt and sweat pants at you then lays down on the futon "bathrooms right there" you change and come back seeing the lights turned off and him falling asleep you lay down on the bed "thank you" you hear a sigh from him "don't mention it.." you fall asleep and his bed is way more comfortable then the one in ramshackle, that was the best you slept in awhile.

Deuce

Quietly and carefully you sneak inside and make your way to deuces room slipping in "what sleeping arrangements did you want to do?" You can see a soft pink on his cheek as he talks but trys to play it cool. Sitting on the ground he rolls out a futon "oh, ill take the futon it's your room after all" he looks at you confused "you sure I don't mind plus you had to deal with all this in the first place." He stands up already in his pjs and grabs the extra blankets for the closet "it's your room after all and you answered my distress call" laughing slightly from the situation. He places the extra blankets on the futon "I guess you wouldn't have pjs huh.." still in your uniform you sigh "no not really" fixing up the sheets as you talk, deuce goes to his dresser and opens the drawer and grabs one of his shirts and sweatpants "you can barrow these if you'd like" he seems a little embarrassed from the idea but still offers, you take them and go change in the bathroom once your done he's laying down on the futon asleep with his blankets and the extras on his bed for you, you lay down and get comfortable "thank you" he doesn't answer but it's still a sweet gesture.

Epel

One of the seven must be looking out for you since you got in through the window and into his room safe and didn't get caught. you see a futon on the ground next to his bed thats neatly made "you don't have pjs?" He sighs "I don't know if my clothes will fit you.." he's quieter with the second sentence, you sigh and start to ramble about grim but eventually get back to what your wearing "these are fine" you take off the jacket outerwear and are left with the simple white button up and your bottoms, "thank you for doing this really sleeping outsidewith nothing dosent seem that "fun"" you say trying to lighten the night some, while taking off your shoes "it's whatever just be quite so we don't get caught im surprisedwe didnt already but, the bathrooms over there" he lays down and trys to sleep, so you do the same the futon is still surprisingly more comfortable then the bed at ramshackle.. which seems a little unfair but atleast you have this now.

[viviennevermillion]

Comforting him after his Overblot

notes: reposting bc I’m deleting my archived sideblogs

contains: vil schoenheit x gn!reader

warnings: none

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry”, Vil Schoenheit had told you. And you wanted to believe his words that night in the Ramshackle kitchen after the VDC team had found Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade paralyzed in the lounge and later witnessed a fight between Vil and Epel. The Pomefiore dorm leader seemed rather irritated lately and you couldn’t help but notice how silent he became every time Neige Leblanche was brought up. But being around Vil long enough you knew how responsible the blonde was. You trusted him to take care of himself and make sure he wouldn’t do anything stupid. Oh how wrong you were…

Your heart had been beating faster and you were on edge from the moment you saw his reaction to Neige’s performance. Something was up. Considering that Kalim and especially Rook noticed how the atmosphere had changed you were genuinely worried.

Still the anxious and uncertain feelings in your chest couldn’t compare to the dread of actually seeing him overblot. “Don’t look at me like this! I wanted to be the most beautiful in the world, so why am I so ugly?!”, you heard him yell, his voice cracking. You wanted to tell him it wasn’t true, just like Rook and Kalim did. You wanted to shout at him he was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on but your voice was stuck in your throat.

It was like the world had stopped for a moment when you saw how his appearance had changed when he overblotted. Your mind was filled with a mix of terror, sadness and a nauseating panic. Kalim had to shout at you multiple times to snap you out of it; grabbing your arm and dragging you along as you ran outside to meet up with the others.

The fight to take him down was long and painful. Your vision was blurry from the tears you had cried and it was hard to raise your magical pen against the man you loved, but it was for his own good. You’d do whatever you could to bring him back to his senses, even if it’d take all energy you had left. You were sick of seeing this distorted version of him; sick of seeing him so sad and broken. You remembered his beautiful smile that you could never get enough of and you promised to yourself you would see it again. Yet as determined as you were to knock some sense into him, you were shaken to your core about the possibility of losing Vil. He was in mortal danger if he stayed in overblot any longer so you couldn’t remember ever feeling this relieved when it was finally over.

Which brought you to where you were now: Standing in front of the VDC stage in ruins; clinging to Kalim for support, who was also crying, while Rook kneeled next to a still unconscious Vil and performed a healing spell to stabilize the model as best as he could.

You had somewhat calmed down but Vil finally waking up made you break out into tears again. You let go of your friend and made your way over to Vil, kneeling down beside him as well and helping him to sit up with Rook. You were careful not to hurt him with any of your touches and your heart broke a little when he groaned and coughed weakly, trying to get a grip of his surroundings.

“I have shown you guys my ugliest appearance…”, he had said.

“Vil Schoenheit, you call yourself ugly ONE MORE TIME and I’m going to overblot”, you fussed over him, carefully removing several strands of his hair from his face. He gave you a weak but gentle smile that made your heart beat faster. Dammit y/n this really isn’t the time to gush over him and get all weak in the knees. But you were used to it. Vil never failed to leave you breathless solely by being himself and make you question whether he was even real. You couldn’t have imagined ever falling in love as much as you had fallen for Vil.

You had gotten rather close to him during your time at NRC; considering him one of your most treasured friends. But as easily as you had developed feelings for him; you doubted whether he would actually end up returning your feelings. For now you were just glad you could see him smile again.

Between the time when Epel lectured him with his own words about “tantrums being for 3 year olds”, the conversation about Deuce’s unique magic and Malleus Draconia unexpectedly fixing the VDC stage you didn’t have much time to talk to Vil about what happened

That changed when you guided him to his backstage room so he could fix his appearance and rest a bit so he would be ready to perform later.

“Oh no”, you heard him mumble once he actually looked into a mirror. His hair was all messed up and his eye make-up was smeared across his face. “Relax, you’re still beautiful”, you chuckled, gesturing him to sit down in a chair. “Those words bring me no comfort”, he sighed.

You reached for the make-up remover. “I can do that myself”, he insisted, trying to grab it from your hands when he flinched and clutched his side from the damage he had taken during the fight. “Yeah, I see how you can do that yourself”, you rolled your eyes, gently removing the smeared eyeshadow and mascara from his soft skin. Vil relaxed into your touch, closing his eyes and resting in silence for a while.

After his face was clean, you began to reapply his make-up. You knew his routine like the back of your hand by now, having seen it many times whenever he was preparing for an event or when the two of you went to the bathroom in between breaks so he could fix any inconsistencies in his make-up (let’s just assume it’s either the men’s bathroom if you’re male or they have gender neutral bathrooms over there). You would lean against the white walls, watching Vil put mascara onto his lashes while he ranted about the way Crewel would talk to his students.

“I suppose I became everything I never wanted to be”, Vil’s voice, slightly cracking, brought you back from your trip down memory lane. He was softly biting his lip, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “Maybe that’s all people will ever see in me. A villain.”

“No….no, Vil”, you insisted, gently placing a hand onto his cheek, wiping a tear away with your thumb and resisting the urge to put a kiss onto his forehead.

“They were wrong about not giving you a protagonist’s role”, you started to ramble while you tended to his hair, “ever since I’ve started going to school here there are few people who have been as kind, helpful and inspiring as you….I’ve witnessed you do so much good in just this school year alone. You’ve carried the whole Halloween committee on your back, you’ve taught all the dorms how to do make-up for their costumes, you’ve given people so much great advice, you’re always doing your best to make people realize their potential and not to mention you trained this team to the point where they’re capable of doing a professional and excellent performance when some of them were amateurs when we started. Really I can’t think of any hero qualities you wouldn’t have. You’re a hero to me, this team and our school. People have faith in you. We’ve lost against Royal Sword Academy so many times, our students are proud that you’re leading this team. They feel like we’re finally going to win something. You’re a good person and lashing out one time because of emotions you’ve held in for years won’t change that, no matter what people have seen you as in the past and whether or not anyone would condemn you if they saw what happened today.”

Vil was speechless about what you had said. He got compliments from people all over the internet every day but few words of affirmation he received were as heartfelt and genuine as these. Being reassured that he was capable of being a hero and that people could see him that way made him happy. You could see a faint blush appear on his cheeks as he looked up to you and smiled.

Once his make-up and hair was as good as new, he inspected his reflection in a full length mirror. “For as long as I’ve known, Neige was always chosen instead of me”, he sighed, “people see what I’m capable of but I suppose I’m not as cute or loveable as Neige.” It wasn’t insecurity speaking, those were the words that producers had always rather associated with Neige than him. To some extent he could understand why, yet it still was unfair that he had the necessary skills to play a great variety of roles and wasn’t given the opportunity to show them.

“You are. Otherwise I wouldn’t love you, now, would I?”, you sighed, giving him a soft smile, “after all that happened today you might as well know.”

Vil stared at you in surprise. You…loved him? Even after what he almost did? Even after he had shown you the worst side of him? He was left speechless and his eyes had widened but he quickly regained his composure.

“Ara ara, I didn’t know you were that fond of me~”, he gave you a teasing grin.

His expression then softened and he pulled you into his chest, gently wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on top of yours.

You leaned your cheek against him and were caressing his back with your fingertips and closed your eyes, enjoying the embrace while it lasted.

Vil gently lifted your chin with his hand and moved his face closer to yours. “May I?”, he asked quietly. You nodded and not soon after that Vil’s lips met yours.

It was everything you had ever dreamed it would be. It felt a bit like a weight was taken off you when you finally kissed the person you adored and loved so much.

Vil’s kiss was slow and passionate, his tongue gently caressing yours while his hand was placed on your cheek. You could feel he poured so much emotion and care into the kiss. He hadn’t told you yet whether he returned your feelings but you knew him well and you trusted him. He wouldn’t kiss you if he didn’t at least feel something for you. He was probably just overwhelmed from all that had happened and didn’t have the capacity to evaluate your relationship now with the VDC still ahead of him.

But for a moment he could forget all of that. He could forget his problems and that he just overblotted and that he might lose again to Neige. For now he could just lose himself in your kiss while you were holding him close to you.

You made sure to enjoy every second of it, being glad to feel that he was here with you, well and alive, after being so worried about him earlier. It reminded you just how much he meant to you and how you would make sure to never lose him again. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you deepened the kiss and gently ran your fingers through the violet ends of his hair.

“I thought I’d lose you”, you whispered after you seperated your lips from his. Vil placed a few small kisses onto your lips before he answered. “I apologize for that”, he said with his usual tone of professionalism in his voice, “perhaps I could make it up to you some time by taking you out for dinner.” You smiled as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I would love that.”

“I suppose we’ll have to reapply my lipstick”, he grinned and reached for his small make-up bag but not before giving you a few more pecks on your lips and cheeks. Unbeknownst to you, Vil’s heart was fluttering from the kiss and he was looking forward to holding you in his arms again after VDC would be over.

You went on to fix some of his nails which had gotten damaged in the fight, with Vil occasionally complaining and reminding you not to accidentally paint his skin as well. “I’ll smear it across your face if you keep going like this”, you jokingly said.

Once you were done with his nails you pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

“I could get used to this”, he gave you his teasing smile.

“Thank you again for putting up with my tantrum and for supporting me like this”, he said and gave you an acknowledging nod, looking a lot more calm and balanced than he had before. Vitality had returned to his features and he looked ready to steal the show at the VDC.

“No problem”, you replied, holding his hand in your own, “after all I still want to see the fairest one of all perform.”

Vil gave you a loving smile, feeling happy after knowing you considered him to be the most beautiful.

He gave you one last hug before you set off to meet the others at the stage, giving Vil some time alone to make some last preparations for his performance.

“Y/n?”, you heard him ask. “Hmm?”, you turned around in the doorframe, looking at him curiously. Vil looked back at you with a sweet and thankful expression. “I love you too.”

[tingerines]

Pairing: Epel x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff

In this world, soulmates do exist.

No one knows when they will meet theirs or if they ever will, but chances of the latter is very unlikely.

See, the universe has a funny way of bringing two destined souls together; in this case, soulmates are brought together through music.

As a result, it isn’t strange for one, or two, or even a dozen people to suddenly start singing in the middle of the street. The more fortunate members of society are able to contain this urge, and you’re fortunately one of them.

But balance is a must.

So, while most soulmates will start singing the same song no matter where or how far apart they are, you have to deal with a song playing on repeat in your head for an undisclosed amount of time. It’s similar to how people say they have a catchy song stuck in their head, but you hear your soulmate’s voice singing to you instead.

Luck is truly on your side though, because you think that your soulmate has one of the loveliest voices that you’ve ever heard.

Or do you only think that because it’s your soulmate?

You wonder what they must be like. Definitely an interesting person based only on their music taste — which is completely random. They could be singing a tune that probably should belong in an opera and suddenly change to a song about baking a cake the next.

You never knew what to expect from them, least of all silence.

But that’s exactly what you got today.

If this wasn’t something out of the ordinary, you wouldn’t have been so worried. But you couldn’t help but think of all the things that could be wrong.

It’s for this reason that you’ve dragged your friends out to the nearest tea shop: to worry incessantly about someone you haven’t even met yet.

“No, I’m telling you that they have never not sung, Ace,” you groan while rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands. “What if they tripped on their way to work and cracked multiple teeth, or something?”

Ace looks up at you with utter unamusement on his face as he takes another sip of his bubble tea, “that’s pretty dramatic, y/n. Maybe they’re just busy.”

“I mean, isn’t it nice to have some peace and quiet? They’ll probably go back to singing by tonight,” Jack offers before you could say anything else. “It could be worse.”

“How’s that?” you sigh before occupying yourself by taking small sips of your matcha latte.

“Our friend from college has never heard his soulmate’s voice — well, not since he was little.”

“Are you serious?” you raise an eyebrow, feeling a bit skeptical about this information.

But you weren’t one to talk; you’d always opted to wait until the late hours of the night to sing. A small part of you reasoned that you only did so to not disturb your soulmate throughout the day. But the bigger part of you knows that you’re just afraid to embarrass yourself.

“Yeah, you can ask him yourself,” Jack nods before nudging his chin towards the space behind you.

“What?”

You turn around to see a young man at the cash register paying for his drink. You can only make out the top half of his face due to his face mask, but you can already tell that he’s attractive — with wavy lavender locks that perfectly frames his face and double-lidded eyes that curve slightly at the ends, as if he has a natural wing.

You’re not sure why you can’t take your eyes off of him. You’ve seen plenty of attractive men in your life, yet…

Jack clears his throat at the same time Ace pokes at your forearm, forcing you to divert your attention back to the two.

“What?” you ask again, your eyes shifting between your friends who keep exchanging knowing looks with one-another. “Why do you look like that?”

The pair don’t answer you and instead wave over the handsome stranger that’s caught your attention. He immediately makes his way over to your table and places his hands on the chair right next to yours.

“May I sit here?” he asks, his eyes curving into crescent moons as he smiles — though it’s not visible to anyone.

You look up and accidentally make eye contact with him; and that alone is enough to make a comforting warmth spread from your heart to the rest of your body.

Both of your eyes widen in surprise, though you don’t realize that the stranger is experiencing the same exact warm comfort as you.

But why?

Jack and Ace exchange another set of knowing looks before Ace pats the table loud enough to snap you both out of your trances.

“Oh, um… y—yeah, go ahead,” you manage to stammer out, your hands nervously tucking loose strands of hair behind your ears as you turn to sit upright again.

What is wrong with you all of the sudden?

“Thank you,” the man clears his throat and moves to situate himself onto the empty seat before extending a hand out towards you, “I’m Epel, by the way.”

“O—oh,” you hesitantly reach out to wrap your fingers around Epel’s hand in a handshake, your skin immediately tingles upon contact. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m y/n.”

“‘Y/n’? That’s very pretty,” Epel says as his eyes curve into crescent moons once more.

“Th—thank you,” you bow your head in hopes that the shadows will conceal the blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Epel, you have a pretty name too,” Ace comments in a playful tone as he pats the said man’s cheeks.

You shoot a glare at your friend, mentally cursing him for teasing you at such a time, but he only smiles innocently at you in response.

“Call me ‘pretty’ again and you’ll never see the daylight again,” Epel chuckles. “How are y’all?”

“We’re good. What’s with the mask?” Jack gestures towards Epel’s face, and he assumes that he must mean the face mask.

“I caught a cold — just my luck,” Epel sighs.

“Is Vil going to cut you some slack today then?”

Epel shakes his head, “nah… I just won’t be able to sing as much as I usually do. Which is why I’m saving my voice as much as I can.”

“What if they’re sick?!” you suddenly exclaim, prompting Epel to turn towards you with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“They’re talking about their soulmate again,” Ace whines before planting his face onto Jack’s shoulder.

“Oh? Why, what’s up? Did you finally meet them?”

“No…” you shake your head before giving your friends an apologetic look, “they’ve just stopped singing — and they always sing. So maybe they’re sick!”

“Sounds like me,” Epel says jokingly with a grin, but his laugh is cut short by the alarmed look on your face. “I—I’m kidding. I just meant that I sing all the time too for—well, really because Housewarden Vil asks me to.”

Watching the awkward exchange prompts Ace to hunch over and start coughing, but you can hear his hidden “smooth” in between the sharp sounds. You shoot your friend a glare before placing a hand on top of Epel’s — and it’s just a gesture of reassurance.

At least that’s what you try convincing yourself of.

“So,” you start, hoping to change the conversation’s topic for everyone’s sake, “is there any particular reason why you’re being made to focus on your singing skills?”

“Oh!” you can see the glimmers of happiness in Epel’s eyes as he begins to talk animatedly about his hobby. “It’s ‘cause of my family’s apple farm. Which, hear me out, ‘cause I know you’re prolly thinkin’ ‘how is that even related’? But…”

Then Epel begins to explain how his family business experienced a boom in business after this year’s SDC, and he saw this as motivation to work on strengthening his charms. After all, Harveston isn’t a well-known part of Twisted Wonderland; and if he works hard enough, he could help not only his family, but the other elders in the village as well.

“Then Vil had this great idea that we should start an NRC radio show. I like to call it the Epel Farm but Vil was not a fan of that. And, well— it’s more of a ‘daily podcast’ than it is a radio show. I do a lot of different things depending on my mood; sometimes I’ll give advice to my listeners or just play music — and sing, of course. I surprisingly like it a lot.”

“You seem to be very passionate about your family and apples. It’s wonderful that you’ve got such a strong source of motivation,” you can only offer a sheepish smile as your head is still spinning from the overload of information Epel just spilled onto you. “I haven’t gotten the chance to tune in yet, but your radio show sounds great.”

And the two of you continue your conversation just like that, completely forgetting that you have other friends sitting right across the table. Too enamored with one-another to even notice their amused stares.

Truth be told, Ace and Jack had a sneaking suspicion that they knew who your soulmate was for a while now. Epel’s too.

At first, it seemed like a coincidence. You’d whine about the fact that you couldn’t focus well when your soulmate keeps singing a song about washing the dishes. Then that same night, they would hear Epel singing a similar song in a pre-recording of Epel Farm.

When asked, Epel had told them that he rarely hears his soulmate’s voice unless he stayed up late enough. He’d wake up with swollen eyes the morning after and was surely scolded by Vil, but he always thought that it was worth it.

They connected the distant grey dots when you told them you try not to sing until nightfall in fear of disturbing your soulmate’s day.

The coincidences continued to pile on from there, and Ace finally convinced Epel to meet you for confirmation.

Except he left out the part where you were going to be here today.

But Epel is smart and he catches on very quickly. It also helps that your friends were not very subtle with the way they were gawking at you two as you conversed.

You must be someone special. He could tell from the moment you made eye contact earlier.

Whereas your parents never told you the feeling of meeting your soulmate — not to mention your friends haven’t experienced such things either — Epel was more blessed.

He’s been excited to meet you since the moment his parents recounted the day that they met. The feeling of comfort and warmth, like basking under the hot summer sun or wrapping yourself up in your favorite blanket on a snowy day.

The same exact feeling he had when he first saw you.

But he’s not one to jump to conclusions. He needed solid evidence, and there’s only one way he knows how to collect it. Subtly.

“Do you want to come back to Pomefiore with me then? I’m about to head down, and it’ll give you a chance to finally listen in,” Epel offers, holding his breath as he waits for your answer.

You hum in thought, glancing over at your friends for their confirmation before nodding, “sure, I would love to.”

“Perfect, I’ll go grab my drink and we can go.”

Underneath the face mask, Epel is absolutely beaming in delight but he tries his best not to jump for joy right away. Instead, he counts to ten in his head to calm his nerves before he gets up from his seat, “oh— Ace and Jack, you guys can come too. Just don’t break anything this time.”

“Wh— it was totally Jack’s fault for scaring me!” Ace tries to defend himself but the shorter man is already out of earshot. He sighs, lips jutting out into a pout as he crosses his arms and slumps back down his seat.

“Your soulmate sucks, y/n,” Ace grumbles due to his hurt pride, the weight of his words not registering until he notices the way you stare at him with raised eyebrows.

“Who’s my soulmate?” you snort and lean forward to gently smack Ace’s hand. “Don’t joke around like that!”

“S—sorry,” Ace scratches the back of his head, the toothy smile he offers you filled with awkwardness.

Were you always this naive, or pretending to ignore the fact that he just slipped up?

His eyes shift up to look at something behind you and he breathes a sigh of relief before jumping out of his seat, “Epel! Great! Let’s get going before you’re late!”

“Uh— Okay, okay,” Epel holds his hands up in defeat as he allows Ace to usher him out of the tea shop.

You and Jack follow not too far behind, with you clinging onto your friend’s arm for warmth and protection against the chilly autumn breeze.

Thankfully — and surprisingly — the walk back to the Pomefiore dorm was only about one mile, tops. It was still a half an hour walk, but you can’t complain in the presence of good company. Plus, it probably would be a few days’ walk if you didn’t have a mirror to transport you to anywhere you want to go.

“Here we are,” Epel announces, his voice quieter and a softer tone than it had been at the tea shop. He stops walking right outside a door to a room marked with a medium-sized apple sign. “Please come in.”

Epel hurries to hold the door open for you, and you can’t hold back the giggle that bubbles up your throat as you walk past him.

How adorable, you think to yourself.

You absolutely adored the way that he so enthusiastically talked about his radio show earlier, and you can see now that he truly treats this place like his second home.

True to its name, the interior of the room is decorated with shades of green and various apple drawings randomly placed on the wall. Just like an apple orchard.

The environment is bright and warm, and if Epel was a room this is what you imagine he would look like. Is that strange?

“Okay, follow me. You guys can sit right outside of the broadcasting booth, and we’ll be able to see each other,” Epel gestures for your trio to follow him deeper into the room.

His face mask is pulled down now, exposing the lower half of his face, and you can’t help but to steal glances at him every few seconds. You had the gut feeling that he would be attractive, but nothing could prepare you for how pretty the man truly was.

Lost in thought — well, more like Epel’s face — you don’t notice that your friends have stopped walking and you face plant directly into Jack’s shoulder, causing you to stumble back ungracefully.

“Are you okay?” he looks back in concern.

“Uh, yes,” you affirm, a hand rubbing at your sore forehead.

“Be careful,” Epel comments before reaching out and taking a hold of your hand. He gently pries it off your forehead and leans forward to study the blanket of red on your skin. “It doesn’t look bad, but if it still hurts and you want to ice it, please let me know.”

“Okay, t—thank you,” you whisper.

From the close proximity, you have the opportunity to see his features more clearly — from his piercing light blue orbs to his adorable plump cheeks down to his rosy lips.

You’re not sure why you couldn’t stop staring at him, or why the same warmth as before is spreading through your body again. But the feeling is very much welcomed.

Unbeknownst to you, Epel feels the same way.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pops the momentary bubble you were encased in, causing the two of you to take a step away from one-another.

“Epel. We need to go check the sounds now,” a very familiar man stands off to the side, his face seeming as if he’d showed up someplace he wasn’t supposed to.

“Thank you, Housewarden Vil. I’ll be right there.”

“Alright. And Jack. Ace. Y/n. It’s a pleasure to see you all again,” Vil greets you all politely before he turns on his heels and hurries back inside what you presume is the broadcasting booth.

“Have a seat. You should be able to hear the broadcast through the speaker here,” Epel gestures towards a seemingly misplaced large speaker just outside of the broadcasting booth. When he turns back to you, he flashes a bright smile that has your heart suddenly skipping a beat. “I hope you’ll like it.”

With that, you both part ways. Epel walks to the broadcast booth while you walk over to where your friends have retreated minutes earlier.

“I feel strange,” you confess after situating yourself in a seat facing the glass door to the booth.

Jack and Ace exchange looks for what seems like the hundredth time that day before Jack says, “a good strange? Or did you already catch Epel’s cold?”

“I don’t know, but… I feel so warm and fuzzy. So I guess that’s good? I—” your sentence is cut off by a familiar voice in your head, and you let out a short sound of relief.

Your friends give you looks of confusion mixed with worry, mostly because your mood suddenly changed and they can’t tell if you’ve suddenly lost your mind. But you shake your head and whisper, “my soulmate is singing again!”

Jack eyes flicker briefly towards Epel, who seems to be speaking into a mic, before coming back to you, “what’s he singing?”

“Actually, it’s not a made-up song for chores this time,” you hum along to the lyrics in your head, your brain working to figure out what song is playing before it clicks. “Ah! It’s ‘Piece of My World’.”

Jack nods as he hops off his seat and makes his way to the speaker Epel pointed out earlier. His fingers fumble with the controls before you suddenly hear the same song blasting through them as the one in your head.

“How?” you ask, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stare at the speaker. “That’s such a weird coincidence.”

Surely this was just a coincidence, right? But the more you listen, the farther away the voice in your head gets, the voice coming from the speaker replacing it instead.

The same voice that you’ve heard every day for as long as you can remember.

Your soulmate’s voice.

You stand up, hesitantly inching closer to the speaker, where Jack is giving you an apologetic look. How long had he known?

A million thoughts were running through your mind per second, faster than your heart is racing at the moment.

But when you’re a few feet away from the glass door, it suddenly makes sense to you. The way you felt so comfortable around him, how easily attracted you were to him, and why your friends had insisted you meet him all those times before.

Somehow they always knew, but now you know too.

Feeling eyes on him, Epel looks towards the door and makes eye contact with you. His mouth falls open to a small “o” when he sees the look of utter astonishment on your face.

Did you figure it out? Was he right?

Your lips moved, though he couldn’t hear what you were saying through the soundproof walls. That didn’t matter, however, because suddenly a voice greets his mind. One that he hasn’t heard sing to him when the sun is still up in years.

“You’re my soulmate.”

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Message in a Bottle

Summary: Floyd x gn!reader Floyd has been your best friend through all your adventures, and you always knew he would end up back under the sea. But now that Jade has decided to stay above ground...

A/N: this is loosely based on this song, which plays at work constantly 😂

You hadn't seen Floyd in two months. Him being in his fourth year internship was definitely hard. You missed him every damn day, and he didn't always remember to text you.

But here you were, the night before his graduation, sitting with your feet in the lake, throwing rocks like old times. You'd both used up all your news, and now were just sitting quietly together, throwing rocks.

Eventually, you couldn't hold back the question anymore. The one you'd both avoided discussing.

"So, what are your plans for next year?"

You looked at him out the corner of your eye, as he grabbed another rock, and threw it, pointedly staring at the lake.

"Jade's stayin' on land. He wants to keep doing research."

"Mhmm," you hummed, hoping to encourage him to continue.

He sighed heavily, leaning back on his palms, as he turned to you.

"I was always set to inherit the family business anyways, but with Jade stayin' here…it'll be just me. So, my parents want me to go home and begin training."

He stared at you, seemingly waiting for something.

Something you knew that you shouldn't give, for both your sakes.

"That's nice. I'm sure you'll do great."

His eyes flickered, and he looked back at the lake, splashing the water with one of his feet.

"Yeah," he said halfheartedly.

You both said nothing, the silence saying more than words could.

"When do you leave?" You choked out, your heart cracking with the question.

"Right after graduation. Pops is getting old, and he wants his people to start respecting me," he threw another rock, this one much more forceful, making you wince.

"Would you…" he started but trailed off at the end, the two of you holding your breath.

He abruptly hopped up.

"I'm bored, let's go to the party Azul's throwing!" He grinned excitedly, as he yanked you to your feet, pulling you after him. Both of you laughed hysterically, completely forgetting the shoes you'd left by the lake.

….

"So, has Floyd told you yet?" Jade asked, as he sipped a glittering purple drink.

The two of you stood at the back of the lounge, sipping drinks, as you watched Floyd entertaining a crowd of soon to be graduates with his dance skills.

"That he's taking over the business? Yeah," you said, trying to keep the sadness out of your voice.

"It's not like you'll never see him," Jade said with a smirk.

"He made it pretty clear to me a year ago that he'd be basically stuck in the sea. Tomorrow might be the last time I see him. Ever."

Jade swirled his drink, not making eye contact, as he thoughtfully asked, "Have you told him?"

"Told him what?" You snapped, tired of Jade's mind games.

"That you love him, of course, fu fu fu."

Your eyes flickered to Floyd's just in time for him to look over and wave at you, playfully.

"I don't-"

"Lying to me is futile, Y/N. My entire job as Azul's voice housewarden is to be the best at getting information."

"How about you go under the sea, and stay there forever!" You snapped, leading his infuriating smirk to deepen.

"That would definitely make you happy, wouldn't it? Unfortunately, I can't do that, and Floyd must go home. What are you going to do about it?"

You stared at Floyd, watching as he picked up Epel, a poor unfortunate bystander, and started bench pressing him, to the applause of his enthralled audience, and the curses of Epel.

Your eyes burned, and your throat choked up, as you whispered, "Nothing."

Jade choked on his drink, and looked at you with wide eyes.

"Sorry?"

You drained your drink, and handed him the empty glass, turning on your heel and leaving the lounge.

This was his destiny. He'd always been forthright with you about that. You were just some magic-less human who'd appeared in his life out of nowhere. There was so much the both of you could say…

But, deep down, you knew you'd just hold him back.

….

"So, this is it, huh?" You asked softly.

Floyd stood in front of you, holding his degree in one hand, fiddling with his robes with the other.

"Is it?" He genuinely seemed distressed at your question. "Aren't you coming to the after party?"

You had a lot of friends graduating this year, but the idea of having to see Floyd for one more second hurt too much for your heart to handle. Your friends would just have to deal.

"No, I made plans, I'm sorry," you said.

He stared at you, his eyes hollow. You looked over his shoulder, an attempt to fight the stinging in your eyes.

"Wow, okay, gonna be like that, huh?" He laughed self deprecatingly. "Can I at least squeeze ya, before I never see you again?"

It wasn't like Floyd to ask permission. He was more of a ask for forgiveness kind of guy. You wordlessly opened your arms, not trusting yourself to speak.He rushed in, holding you firmly, but not too tight, a hand on the back of your head, gently pressing your face to his chest.

"Write to me, will ya Shrimpy?" He whispered.

You snorted, "I'm not magic, remember? Any letter I write will get wet and torn to a million pieces. Besides, it's not exactly like you have an address, at least not one I could use and feel safe that your 'competitors' won't try and find you"

"Put it in a bottle. Chuck it in the ocean. I'll get it eventually," he laughed, nuzzling the top of your head.

You could have stood like that forever with him. The scent of his cologne, and his natural sea air scent eased your aching heart, even just a little bit. 

"Floyd, we have a schedule to keep," The booming voice of Mr. Leech filled your ears, wrecking the illusion. Floyd groaned and let you go.

"Don't forget to write. You promised, remember?" He said it threateningly. Like he had to threaten you. You nodded, and he cupped your cheeks, whipping a tear you couldn't hold back away, with a gentle stroke of his thumb.

Mr. Leech placed a hand on his back, and escorted him out, making a short stop to collect Jade.

You watched even after they made it out of the door. And then you couldn't hold back anymore.

….

He'd be gone by now.

You sat at the edge of the lake, your feet in the water, half heartedly throwing rocks.

Would he throw rocks by himself now? Was there even an equivalent to it under the sea?

Maybe he'd find someone else to throw rocks with…

You sighed, glumly, and kicked some water up. You laid down, and tried to rest your eyes. You'd gotten little sleep last night, only able to think of his arms around you.

Even now, it was plaguing you. Would he find someone else to wrap in his arms like that?

You sat up suddenly. You couldn't let things end this way.

You ran into Ramshackle, and quickly found a pen and a piece of paper. You scrawled your note, and rushed towards Heartslaybul.

Deuce and Ace would still be there, because they had to help with final cleanup. Conveniently, you bumped right into Deuce as you stepped into the mirror, making him splash you with the soda he was holding.

"Y/N! What-"

"I need this!" You grabbed the bottle, and chugged what was left, before sticking your note in it.

"When do you leave?" You asked, trying to clear the headrush that consuming soda so quickly gave you.

"I was going to head out in an hour. Why, what's wrong?" 

"I need a ride to the beach?"

"Wha-" 

"Please, Deuce," you pleaded, and his face softened.

"Alright."

Moments later, you were on his light cycle, and he had rushed you to the shore.

"How long do you need?" He asked.

"I'll be quick," all you had to do was chuck the bottle. He promised it would get to him someday. It was his own fault if "someday" never came.

Deuce nodded, and waited on his bike. You walked to the water, and breathed deeply. Sevens, why did it have to smell like him. It wasn't fair to your heart.

You gingerly held the bottle, and said a silent prayer to the Sea Witch, hoping her benevolence, and her ties to the sea, would help you, if nothing else. You threw the bottle as hard as you could, and only watched long enough to see it land in the water.

You exhaled an anxious breath, and turned on your heel.

You'd made it two steps when you heard a splash.

"Shrimpy!!!!" 

In shock, you turned, and saw Floyd waving the bottle over his head. When he saw he had your attention, he rushed forward, beginning his transformation to human before he had even fully reached the land.

He ran at you, swooping you up, and spinning you around.

"The actual fuck, Y/N? Why couldn't you have just told me you loved me yesterday?" He said, his tone trying to convey irritation, but his joyous laughter taking all the bite from it.

By now you were soaked from Floyd and his sobbing wet hair and body…and you noticed that in his excitement he'd forgotten something.

"Floyd! Where are your clothes?"

"For sevens sake! Clothes are a land dweller concept! And who the fuck cares, anyway! My shrimpy loves me," he cupped your face, his eyes and his grin so tender it was overwhelming.

"You were really gonna let me be alone forever, huh?" He whispered, his eyes tearing up.

"I figured you could move on," you whispered, your own tears rising.

"Not from you," his voice cracked. "I'm gonna have to punish you for making me wait. Maybe I'll make you be my pillow for a week…dunno, doesn't matter. What does matter, though, is" he took both your hands in his, and looked deep into your eyes.

"Come with me."

"I didn't graduate, remember?" You felt the sadness coming back.

"No, but you have your internship this year. Do it at the museum, and live with me. Then when you graduate we can get married and…."

"Slow down! We're not even dating yet!" You said, laughing in disbelief.

"I don't care! Dating is boring, I'd rather be your husband," he muttered as he swept you back up in a hug. "So come with me, and don't you dare say no."

He started to walk back towards the water, you still wrapped in a hug, and you shouted, "Wait, right now!?"

"When else?" 

"I can't breathe under water!"

He groaned, and opened his mouth to say something, when,

"Y/N is everything okay? You've been taking for- oh sevens! Floyd, what the fuck man, where are your clothes?" Deuce shouted.

Floyd started to make some vulgar jokes, while Deuce had a complete meltdown. You took the moment to snuggle back into Floyd, to breathe in his scent, and just feel full for the first time in a long time.

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Tag list- @shytastemakerthing @eccedentesiast-sapphic @leoll

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Dance with you Tonight (Ace Trappola x GN! Reader)

"You're a charmer that's for sure, but I can't stand anymore. Shame I would've danced with you tonight..."

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It was finally the day of the prom and everyone was excited, well besides you. Like always, Crowley had piled all of the work onto you and the other responsible students of the school were too busy to help you out so the past couple of weeks have been planning for one, if not the biggest nights of the year.

This event was a bit strange though, with everyone on the island being invited and not just a school-only event. Even more on your plate! How fun for you. During the actual night, you were able to get some students to help you out with check in, food, etc...things that you didn't want to worry about.

Thankfully you had gone out and set up the whole night perfectly with just an hour to get ready before it actually started. The theme of "underneath the stars" might not have been the most original idea, being outside and all, but hey, it was a one student team.

"Do I have to go?" Grim muttered while you were searching for your outfit.

"Yes," you glanced at him before adjusting your hair and accessories. "There is no way that I have been working my ass off for the past few weeks for you not to come and admire the masterpiece that will be tonight."

"Okay fine, but just for the food!" He drooled a bit imagining the platter of tuna he knew you ordered just for him. "I get admiring your work but don't you need a date or something?"

"Well yeah, but I got to make sure that this night goes perfectly and that no problems arise. I might go crazier if I find out that something went wrong."

You finished getting ready and got a brush to start taming whatever was going on with Grim. Sitting on your bed, he crawled over and surprising was pretty calm about it, probably doing so out of pity at your current state.

A little ding went off from your phone, glancing over it and looking at the picture that your friends had sent you with their dates. Ace and Deuce were doing the iconic "prom-train" poses with their dates. Jack and Epel were trying to ruin the picture by making funny faces and Sebek was the one who took the picture.

There was a little heart pang felt when you looked at Ace and his date. They looked cute together! Can't blame him though, you were the one who encouraged him to ask someone out.

Ace: cute aren't we :3

Y/N: Very. How is everyone so far?

Deuce: pretty good! Jack and Epel are taking their pictures now so we are almost done.

Sebek: WE HOPE TO CATCH YOU THERE HUMAN!!! :D

Y/N: Mhm. See ya in a few! :) &lt;3

You sighed and put your phone down finishing your business with Grim. Once done, you gently put him down and looked in the mirror inspecting your appearance. To be completely honest, you were feeling yourself, twirling around and gushing internally about how good you looked. Grim yelled out from downstairs and told you that it was time to go. How Responsible of him &lt;3

The ghosts came out, scaring you a bit but they were quick to apologize and compliment you.

"You look amazing!"

"Oh they grow up so fast don't they!"

"Oh c'here real quick we have to take a photo before you go!"

You playfully rolled your eyes and posed for a picture. They quickly took photos of you and Grim and a few selfies before sending you out. Your pace had started to quicken, almost forgetting the walk from Ramshackle to the venue you had picked. It was truly beautiful, a nice area away from the main city of the island but not too far out from the school. The main venue was nice and roomy, with an elegant dance floor and lighting. Outside was nice and cool with many photo-ops and food lined up yards beyond yards.

Before you even knew it, you had arrived, and just on time. People had just started to come in and you walked up to the entrance, Azul and the Leech twins greeting you.

"Why hello perfect, you look quite stunning," Azul greeted and you smiled back reciprocating the compliment.

"You too look quite attractive yourself Ashengrotto-"

"What about me Shimpy!!!" Floyd had begun whining before clinging onto you.

You had smiled and hugged him. "You're very handsome Floyd, you too Jade!"

"Get off the perfect Floyd, I'm sure that they have a lot to attend to," Jade had explained.

You let go of Floyd and quietly thanked Jade before going in, looking for wherever Grim had snuck off to. Once you spotted him gnawing on the tuna you had placed, you grinned and went to walk around a bit more.

Thunk!

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry!!" You exclaimed looking up at a familiar green haired 1st year. "Sebek! You guys are here already?"

"Hello Human!! It is quite alright do not worry about bumping into me!! I actually just came here alone! I did not want to leave you alone here since I knew that the others would take quite some time to take photos!" He exclaimed. You couldn't help but smile at the nickname "human" that he had given you. Yeah it seemed a bit degrading in the beginning, but the more you hung out with him, the more it became a name of endearment.

"You are quite the gentleman! Could you help me move those boxes over there?"

Without a word he had put the boxes just where you had wanted them. If he were here while you were planning the prom, life would've been so much easier.

"Right here?"

"Yes, thank you Seb."

More people had started to come in and you could hear the music from the ballroom playing and how wonderful it was to hear. Sebek had noticed you humming and took your hand while walking over to the ballroom.

"Human! Will you have this dance with me?" Sebek smiled in a sort of dorkish way and you had grinned back.

"Of course Seb."

You had put you hands around his neck and he put his hands around your waist and together you two followed the rhythm of the music and danced harmoniously. It was nice. After the stress that you've been through the past few weeks, it was nice to relax and dance. Other couples had started to dance as well giving you a signal that the night was starting off well.

What more could you ask for right now? Here you were with your best friend without a care in the world-

"Y/N!!" You heard your name and whipped your head around to look at Azul.

You quickly apologized for the interruption but Sebek quickly brushed off and pushed you away, understanding you still had work to do for the night. A familiar group had started to come in and a certain red-head had been staring at you and Sebek for a bit while you two were dancing. Azul had grabbed your arm and quickly dragged you outside.

"Where do you have the extra wristbands? The line outside is getting longer and there isn't anymore at the front table."

"Oh geez, um, I think they're over here-" Despite trying to act calm, you were starting to panic but its okay! Is what you told yourself. You began to walk over the the storage closet, hoping there had been extras. You quickly looked through the room and grabbed a small boxed filled with the wrist bands. Sighing in relief you quickly retrieve them and hand them to Azul. He responds with a quick thank you before running out to give them out.

Your knees had almost begun to give out and the night had barely even started. Maybe you just needed something to eat. Walking out of the closet, you stepped outside with the hair and all the food, looking delicious as ever. You took a deep breathe before continuing to walk before a few of the hanging lights had gone out. Perfect.

You grumbled before going to the closet and grabbing a box of the extra light bulbs you had and started to replace the few dead ones.

"How's it going Y/N?"

You finished screwing in the last bulb before looking down at Ace, Deuce and his date.

"It's going great!" You were trying to keep your cool, if not in public you probably would've ended up balling your eyes out.

"Need any help there-?" Ace had asked, before you had started to walk away, making sure there were no other bulbs needed to be replaced. It sounded so backhanded, like Ace couldn't believe that like somehow you wouldn't be able to handle everything yourself.

Maybe you were just being dramatic and overwhelmed but either way, you would continue to brush him off throughout the night. Everytime he would try and spark some kind of conversation, you were dealing with something or were being called to deal with something. You were always saying,

"Enjoy the night!"

"I got this! Don't worry!"

"Go out and dance with your date!"

Totally ignoring the lack of a date that Ace appeared to have.

The night went more smooth than you had expected and next thing you knew it was almost the end of the night and time for you announce prom royalty. As you stepped up onto the stage, you looked out to the audience and noticed that everyone was together except for Ace. You two had locked eyes but he quickly broke it, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking out.

You frowned. Why was he alone? Where was his date? Is he okay-?

Forgetting you were on stage, you quickly announced royalty, gave them their crown and walked down, heading out to find your best friend.

Prom night was almost over, and people were starting to leave. You were hoping that Ace hadn't left yet. As more people started to leave, it became harderto move around to try and find him. You ended up just standing there near the entrance greeting everyone a safe walk home. Many compliments were given to you during this moment about your job and your appearance.

Once the majority of the student body had left, you continued to walk around going outside if you could try and spot your red-headed friend. You approached a slumped figure, on the grass and leaning against the large tree overseeing the venue.

"Hey there stranger. You look quite handsome."

Smiling, you sat next to him admiring his suit. It was a deep red with black accents around the hems. Through the starlight and faint lighting from the venue, you could spot a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Hello to ya too stranger. Do you come here often?"

You hummed "Hm, no but I couldn't pass the chance to talk to someone so handsome."

He began to laugh and threw his head back. "The feeling is mutual," he grabbed your hand and kissed it lightly.

"You are a charmer that's for sure."

The night was quiet and relaxing, and with everyone now gone it really did feel like you two were the only people in the whole world. Not a care in the world anymore.

"You okay there? I saw you walk out," you questioned, "Didn't look too happy."

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be fine? Tonight has been amazing all thanks to you."

"What about your date? What happened?"

There was a pause. The environment filled with silence like if one of you spoke, something terrible would happen. It was tense and despite being outside, you felt like you were suffocating. It wasn't until Ace spoke until you could breathe again.

"It's stupid. If I say it out loud you're gonna make fun of me I know that for sure."

"Oh please, you've seen me at my worst there is so judgment here."

You looked at him and held his hands, the moonlight lighting both of your faces. And you were sincere, there would be no judgement for whatever he did. If he did something dumb to offend them, yes you would be a little ticked off but overall, no judgement.

"I lied. They weren't really a date. It was just one of Epels' friends that wanted to come. I wanted to ask someone out but they were just so busy, I couldn't find the time to talk to them."

You were a little shocked. He had wanted to ask someone out and hadn't told you? That bothered you a little since you two were best friends but then again, you had been busy planning the prom.

"Hello? Who did you want to ask? I could've totally help you out!"

"No, it's okay, I'm sure they don't even think of me that way. Honestly, I try and flirt with them but they just think I'm being friendly. But when Sebek does it-"

"Bek?"

"Yes!" He had suddenly raised his voice and you flinched a bit, not expecting such a tone coming from him. Ace stared at you before getting up towering above you.

"I tried to find the time to ask you. But you were always so busy and never had the time to even really say hi. A-And even today! When I kept trying to find a way to talk to you or get you to dance with me, it was like you were avoiding me. You had the time to talk to Zigvolt and dance with him so why not me! What's the difference between us? What makes him so much more worthy of your attention-"

flick!

You had flicked him hard in the forehead almost bursting out into tears.

"Y/N! What the hell was that for!" He had started rubbing the spot where you had flicked him.

"Y'know, you really are an idiot, but I won't hold it against you."

Ace had stared at you confused before you had took his hand and walked inside the venue. You had ended up leading him to the middle of the ballroom and quickly dimmed the lights and turned on a song going back to him. You had bowed and held you hand out to him.

"May I have this dance?"

Starting to take the lead, you had interlocked your hands together and started to dance.

"I'm sorry if I've been busy, but I would've made time for you if I had known you were going to ask me out."

You sent him a grin laughing at his confused expression

"What?" He tilted his head looking as if he were in his own world.

"I like you too dumbass."

"Oh okay. Thanks."

"Thanks?"

Ace had groaned and tried to hide his face, nervously laughing.

"So you don't like Sebek?"

"Love him as a little brother like figure but I can't see him as a romantic partner."

"Hm..."

Ace had lightly kissed the top of your head and you two continued to dance. The soft jazz was filling up the room with light blues and purples, and you had never felt more in place than you did now. Here you were dancing with your long time crush, alone, without a care in the world. Few other words were spoken throughout the night because what else was needed besides two awkward teens in love dancing while the night was young.

(fin).

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