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traumxrei-archive · 1 year

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【 trapped in a daze 】

summary: 'reaching out to you, i cannot have it; but i'm drawn to you' (or, the floydyuu college au that no one asked for but i delivered anyway >:D)

word count: 3.4k (yeah...intense brainrot...)

warnings: college au so all chars are aged up, depictions of drinking and throwing up, some cursing here and there, and. making out. haha.

a/n: this originally was supposed to be krista's request for the 600 followers event, but then it kinda evolved into an...entirely different thing.... this was also lowkey inspired by this song drunk-dazed. n e ways, i hope you enjoy ^^

It wasn't supposed to be like…this.

This being lips against their mouth, the distant blare of party music so far in the back of their consciousness because this kiss was so all-consuming and— Sevens, this was all but too much for their heart to handle.

Looking back at it, the only reason that Yuu had come to this party was to watch over their friends and make sure they didn't drink themselves into an early grave. Their whole plan was to sit in a corner somewhere and try to avoid getting alcohol splashed on them, or worse, thrown up on. But well, nothing ever went according to the plan, did it?

By the fourth hour of the party, the bass from the music was making their head throb. Yuu took a quick look around the room. Ace was chatting up a storm in the middle of a group of students, and Jack was on the other side, playing magnetic darts with Sebek. Deuce and Epel were playing Twister, and maybe it was time that they intervened lest they accidentally sprain something out of sheer stubbornness not to lose.

Yuu was slowly making their way through the crowd when their arm was tugged, almost hard enough to rip from its socket. They whirled around and— Floyd Leech was there, grinning at them coyly, "Shrimpy~ Where ya goin'?"

"I'm saving those two idiots from getting hangovers," They managed to wrestle their arm away from Floyd, who pouted lightly at their actions.

"You aren't going to play with me tonight?" Floyd's words were innocent, but the look in his eyes was anything but.

Yuu swallowed. Curse their past self for even promising the slippery eel anything— especially when that thing was a kiss. Sevens. What was past-them thinking?

Maybe they should rewind a bit. Back to the day that they had the absolute pleasure of meeting the infamous Floyd Leech.

They remembered it very clearly. He had caught their arm in the exact same careless way, demanding that they "played" with him with that stupidly handsome grin on his face. And— with the pretense that they were either going get into something shady, or worse, disappear from the face of the Twisted Wonderland— Yuu did what any normal person would do.

They had kicked him in the nuts. (Which, quite honestly, they do not regret.)

After seeing the university lanyard around the taller’s, or person-who-would-be-taller-if-he-wasn’t-keeling-over-in-pain’s neck, they had paled. They definitely weren’t about to add ‘physical assault of a fellow student’ onto their permanent record.

Yuu had apologized.

Profusely.

Over and over again.

(Something that they regretted because looking back at it, Floyd never once looked mad at them kicking him, only mildly amused. Now-Yuu wondered if it was all an act after all, a pitiful response to illicit their sympathy.)

But after all their efforts, Floyd still wouldn’t let them go. The clock was ticking; they had an important lecture to be at, but the menace wouldn’t let them budge an inch out of that hallway.

Instead, he proposed that terrible-horrible idea of letting him kiss them sometime. The logical side of their brain said it was a nonsense offer to kiss a stranger. But the part of their brain that wanted to leave this situation said that he was a stranger anyway and they would never have to meet him again. And, after all, they had kicked him in the balls on a Monday morning. So one kiss wasn't such an expensive price.

At least, that was what Yuu thought before their friends informed them of Floyd's notoriety. (“You promised the Floyd Leech a kiss?” Ace, of all people had exclaimed, “He literally almost chewed someone’s arm off last semester!”) Predictably, they spent every second after learning the fact regretting it ever since.

Floyd had hounded them day in and day out, and their pride was the only thing keeping them from giving in to his childish demands. Even though it was “just one kiss” they certainly did not want to see the smug satisfaction on Floyd’s irritatingly handsome face after he got what he wanted.

"Later, Floyd," The present Yuu acquiesced, forcing themself to relax slowly. The more they argued with Floyd, the more time wasted getting Deuce and Epel away from breaking all their bones on the Twister board.

"Imma hold you to that. No running, okay?" The eelmer had pressed an uncharacteristically soft hand to the top of their head, before stalking off in the opposite direction. The crowd seemed to part as he got near, and they would've been impressed if they were any other person. Instead, they sagely wished that they were one of the crowd who Floyd Leech didn’t know of. (Then again, would life have been boring without Floyd Leech? That they would never know.)

Now Floyd-less, Yuu made quick work of dragging Epel and Deuce to a couch near the more-sober-but-still-buzzed dart-throwing duo. All the while they both complained loudly about how they “would've won that Twister game” if not for their interference. (For reference, Yuu was quite sure they were on the losing team)

Deuce had snaked an arm around their waist, still arguing with Epel as the other was using their shoulder as a pillow. Meanwhile, Sebek had planted himself on the end of the couch, starting to lecture the two on "safe drinking habits" that the famed "Young Master" had taught him.

Yuu was definitely going to ask for compensation in the form of hard cash once all this was over.

"Could you guys...get off?" They pushed out, trying without success to untangle themself from the pile of drunk humans attached to them.

Jack chuckled, "There's no getting out of that mess without actual intervention."

"So intervene for me," They said sharply. Of course, Jack did nothing but back away, his tail swishing in mischief. The nerve. Even with his golden boy reputation, they didn’t get any special treatment.

And it was with that opportune timing the infamous Ace Trappola decided to grace them all with his presence. But before he could say anything, he was throwing up all over the front of their shirt.

Sevens. Of course, in a room full of strangers it had to be Ace who threw up all over them.

"Oh fuck," The ginger groaned, immediately collapsing to the ground. They sprung up immediately, assessing the damage. Aside from the horrible stickiness of their shirt, it seemed that Epel and Deuce somehow managed to avoid the spray.

"Disgusting," Deuce wrinkled his nose, latching onto Epel instead as they grabbed a handful of tissues from the table to wipe their shirt with.

Ace at least had the decency to look apologetic, "I'm so–"

"Just…don't drink anymore, get a glass of water instead," They dismissed the ginger's guilty stare. "I'm going to attempt to salvage my shirt. We're leaving soon, so Sebek, call a taxi." After making sure that Ace wasn't going to immediately retch again, they started their search for somewhere to wash the vomit off their shirt.

Yuu stumbled right into what looked to be a bathroom, sighing loudly as they ran their hands under the tap. It was just their luck that the bathroom was empty—

"Shrimpy?" The shower curtain slipped open, and sprawled out in the bathtub was fucking Floyd Leech.

What the actual fuck.

The night could not get any worse than this.

Actually, a part of them whispered, it could. Floyd could've had company. Now that would've been infinitely worse. But he was blessedly alone. (This would be the only time Yuu was glad that Floyd was alone.) The eelmer seemed to appraise them, mismatched eyes flicking down to their shirt, the still-running sink, and then back up to their face.

"I didn't throw up," Yuu said sharply, feeling the need to explain that they weren't that idiotic. And then they did a double take, because why would they need to explain themself to Floyd Leech? When they looked up again, Floyd was holding out the jacket he previously wore.

"Don't tell me you're gonna walk around in that all night?" The varsity jacket clinked as he shook it around, and they weighed out their options. The first option was to go home with a shirt half-soaked in Ace-puke. (Gross. Disgusting. Not to mention unsanitary.) And the second option was—

"My arm's getting ti~red~"

Yuu rolled their eyes. Typical Floyd, not even letting them finish a thought. They grabbed it out of his hands without a second thought. The jacket was simple enough with ‘Leech’ emblazoned across the back. And right below it was Floyd's basketball jersey number.

"Impressed?" Floyd prompted, casually propping his head on the tub. "You can have it if you want."

"No," The word was already flying out of their mouth before they could formulate a proper thought. They tried again, "What's the price for this?"

"Boo~ It's just a small favor," He stuck out his tongue. "I'm no Azul, y'know? 'Sides it was starting to get stuffy."

"You guys are close enough for me to be wary," They said curtly, stepping toward the other. It was an odd sight, Floyd looking up at them, still very much comfortable in the tub.

They dragged the shower curtain shut, "If I find you peeking—"

"I'm no perv, Shrimpy," Floyd laughed airily.

Yuu slipped off the stained shirt, running it under the water. Wiping at their torso, they eyed Floyd's jacket. At least it smelled clean, something like tequila and a sharp cologne tangling pleasantly in the air. They finally pulled it on. The jacket was ridiculously big. (Which made sense, considering that Floyd was a giant. Floyd and his twin, Jade, were notorious for somehow breaking the human limits of height. Then again, they weren’t exactly human, were they?) And it already felt ten times better than wearing the puke-shirt. Not like they would tell Floyd that.

And now they had a choice. They could just...leave. The door was unlocked, and Floyd couldn't see them. They would wash the jacket and give it back to Floyd on a later date and be on their merry way. But their conscience prickled slightly. (A terrible thing to happen, especially when it concerned Floyd.)

They dragged back the curtain once more.

Floyd's eyes opened sleepily, "Mmm, I thought you ran away again."

"Again?" They echoed, before backtracking. "No, wait, I just wanted to say thank you before I leave."

"So you were planning on running away," Floyd finally got up, ducking under the curtain bar and stepping out of the tub.

And then he froze. His eyes stayed pinned on their figure. And suddenly the bathroom felt a little too small. They didn't know what he was staring at, but it was starting to unnerve them the longer it went on.

"Um, Floyd...?"

That broke his stupor, lopsided grin returning, "Hey, that's the fourth time you've said my name."

Their brows furrowed, "You were counting—?”

"Could I get that kiss now?" Floyd asked. Their sentences and thoughts skidded to a halt at the wild pitch that was thrown their way. He was always interrupting them, one way or another.

"Now?"

"Now," Floyd said simply, and— since when was he that close to them? The little bastard. He had been slowly backing them up into the wall as they were trying to process everything. They were about to protest when he spoke again, "Or wouldja like me to kiss you in the middle of the cafeteria tomorrow? In front of everyone? That'd be nice too."

"Fine. Now," They sighed, their back hitting the tiled wall. "How do you wanna do this?"

Floyd hummed, "Do you always ask people 'how' they want to kiss you before kissing them?" One of his hands settled against the column of their neck, rubbing at the skin there. They just prayed that Floyd couldn’t feel the racing of their heartbeat against his fingers.

"I don't know, do I?" Yuu exhaled shakily from their mouth as Floyd's chest pressed against theirs. "Guess you'll have to ask the people I've kissed."

"Talking about others when I'm here?" Floyd's tone stayed low even as he whined, and in the dimness of the bathroom, they could see his dual-colored eyes spark with excitement. "I'm hurt, Shrimpy."

"Doesn't look that way to me," They muttered, eyes fluttering shut out of reflex as his hair brushed against their cheek.

Just as they thought Floyd would kiss them, he spoke again, "A young eel's heart is more complex than that."

Their eyes crept open, "Are you actually going to–"

Floyd didn't waste time interrupting them with his actions this time, finally capturing their lips with his own.

Floyd's lips were in no way soft or warm. No, instead he had no problem going against the cliches, his cold lips giving them goosebumps as he pressed in harder. They made a surprised noise when Floyd slipped his tongue into their mouth. There was the sweet aftertaste of tequila against their tongue, even as Floyd smirked against the kiss.

They could feel his teeth skirting dangerously along their lips before he finally bit down. A mangled sound was pulled out of their throat, their nerves singing at the sensation before they shoved hard at his chest, jostling him away.

"Hmm, too much for the first kiss?" Floyd asked, tilting his head sardonically. "But kissing's pretty on you, Shrimpy." Their breaths were coming out in harsh pants and it was annoying how unfazed Floyd looked.

"Did– Y-you bit me–" They tried to look at the bathroom mirror but Floyd's face was crowding against theirs once more.

"Okay, then let's try again," Floyd said lightly, his fingers coming to cup their face once more.

They kept their arm braced against his chest, "It was supposed one kiss."

"Hmm, was it?" Floyd tilted his head. "Well, do you wanna kiss me again, Shrimpy?"

Yuu pursed their lips, gaze subconsciously dropping to the curve of Floyd's mouth. Did they want to kiss Floyd Leech again? Maybe. Would they rather drown in a pool of tequila than admit it and give Floyd the satisfaction? Obviously.

Fuck, tequila. Their tongue swiped across their lips, and they could almost taste the sweet flavor of it.

"Tick tock, Shrimpy," Floyd's voice was a lot closer now, his head now nestled onto their shoulder. "I'm getting bored."

His lips traced over their jaw and they inhaled sharply, "If you're b-bored kiss someone else."

"Don't want those other minnows," Floyd mumbled against their neck, his teeth scraping over their skin. They shivered at the sensation before pressing a hand to their mouth.

"I..."

Yuu didn’t get to finish.

The door slammed open, and they made eye contact with a very confused-looking Deuce.

"Yuu? What are you–?" Deuce seemed to register the intimidating figure that was latched onto them at that moment, his eyes widening. Right. They never locked the door to the bathroom.

"Aha, it's that Macky that's always with you," Floyd said in a humorless tone. In fact, he seemed rather...pissed.

"T-the t-taxi’s here, w-we're going home," Deuce's eyes shifted nervously between them and Floyd, and oddly, down to their neck.

And just as Yuu was about to speak, Floyd spoke up once more, "Shrimpy's with me. So get lost before you get hurt~"

A bewildered expression crossed Deuce's face and Yuu just sighed. If they leave now, they probably didn’t have to see Floyd Leech ever again. Their “favor” had been repaid, and Floyd would have no reason to seek them out. It was the rational thing to do, right? But on the other hand…

Fuck being rational.

"What he said,” Yuu let their hand squeeze at Floyd’s shoulder. “If I don't come back tomorrow he probably disposed of my body in a dumpster, or whatever. Tell everyone to get home safely." And they could feel Floyd physically flinch at their agreement.

There was this overly delighted smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to their nose, "Shrimpy, what're you saying~? I'll take very good care not to hurt you, promise." And they belatedly wondered if they were still drunk from the singular cup of soju Ace handed them a few hours ago. Agreeing to stay with Floyd Leech was definitely not on their list of things to do today. But they already decided to follow their heart, right?

"Now scram, Macky."

Deuce did not need to be told twice. He turned on his heel and immediately shut the door behind him. Floyd strolled up and locked the door.

"Floyd."

"Mhm?"

"Don't actually murder me."

"I won't if you give me another kiss~"

Yuu huffed, their palm cradling Floyd’s face as they pulled him in, “You’re insufferable.”

And that was how they got there. Floyd’s lips were still insistent against theirs, albeit softer and gentler than before. He seemed to be intent on prying sigh after sigh from their lungs, clever lips smirking against their own. Thinking about it now, it wasn’t such a bad place to be, if only Floyd would shut up with his comments.

“Are we dating now?” Floyd murmured.

“We haven’t even gone on a date yet?” Yuu raised a brow as Floyd pressed his fingers against their neck for the nth time. “Wait— you like me?”

“Shrimpy, you’re playing with me,” Floyd’s giggles echoed against the walls. “'Course I do. Don’t you like me too? Isn’t that why you kissed me again?” Well. He got them there. Maybe it really was their petty pride that was getting in the way of them realizing the kind-of-massive crush they had on the other, with the way their cheeks felt hot at the insinuation.

“See~ You do~” Floyd’s smile was sharp before it was soft, but they couldn’t help but avoid his gaze. “And for the date, let’s go now.”

Now that got their attention, “Floyd, it’s probably 3am.”

“We’ll go to McDonald’s,” Floyd announced resolutely, and Yuu would’ve found it funny if they didn’t find it utterly ridiculous.

“You can’t just—” It was with that opportune timing that they caught a glimpse of themself in the mirror. “Floyd Leech. Did you give me a fucking hickey?”

"Hmm?" Floyd met their gaze, grinning coyly. "But it seemed like you enjoyed it. And it looks good on you, Shrimpy."

They held in the scream threatening. to bubble up their throat, “That was why Deuce was— Oh, I’m never going to live this down.”

“What about McDonald’s though?” Floyd asked, all while they were having a stage three mental breakdown over the fact that one of their best friends had not only caught them making out with someone but with a hickey on their neck. Not to mention the jacket, it must've looked like they—

“Forget about McDonald’s, I’m going to die out of shame right here,” Yuu muttered, sliding down the wall slowly. Floyd must’ve found that amusing, because with the strength only an eelmer could muster, he hoisted them into his arms.

“You can’t die on me now. I’ll treat you to McDonald’s and you’ll be alright,” Floyd said cheerily, as if an oreo McFlurry could somehow magically fix Yuu’s reputation with their friends.

They clutched at his shoulder, “Nothing you can say will make any of this better.”

“Really?” Floyd stopped, halfway through unlocking the door. “Y’know, earlier, I was staring at you, right? It was because you looked too good in my jacket. ‘S like it was made for you, or something?”

Whoever made Floyd Leech this flirty should really go to hell.

They delivered a swift palm to Floyd’s chin, hiding their face, “O-okay, I got it. You win. Let’s just go to McDonalds.” And there was this very satisfied look on Floyd’s face; the very definition of a cat that had gotten the cream all for himself. The exact smug look that they had been dreading to see. But well…it didn’t really feel too bad to be on the receiving end of it. Especially not when Floyd started humming happily under his breath.

Not exactly where they thought they would be by the end of the night, but if a trip to McDonald’s at 3am after a party was what a relationship with Floyd would be like, then they probably wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Except maybe their reputation back. (Okay, that last part was definitely lie.)

thank you for reading this college au fic ! tbh i had a lot of fun writing a more expressive yuu ++ frat boy! floyd's shenanigans >:D if you'd like to read more of my stuff, come check out my masterlist <3

#/trau writes #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #frat boy floyd moment.#he's just a mess.#yuu's equally a mess dw.

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boycasanova · 1 year

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✎ Twisted Wonderland NRC 2 + Glasses headcanons. It’s #Yurithursday, how has the week flown by so quick? | Riddle, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, and Silver

Edit: Fixed Typos, added bits C=

Riddle wears thin, rectangular frames. They make him look more mature as well as fit the rest of his sensibilities. He may be smaller, and traditionally adorable, but he’s an old, refined man on the inside. I mean he sits on the porch drinking tea. Outside of his admiration for the Queen of Roses, he’s a very milquetoast guy. The red hair and short temper were his inheritance from his parents, but everything he’s gathered on his own points towards asceticism. He wears them whenever he’s prescribed, but adequate vision, they’re mostly reserved for reading or driving. He takes pride in his health, even the things not necessarily in his control. He’s as strict with himself as he is with others. No phone in bed, nothing too bright in a dark room, no sitting too close to the television or computer screen, no straining his eyes in any way, daily vitamins. He worries to this degree to ensure there’s nothing really to worry about.

His glasses are CUTE! Cater and Trey think they’re so cute on him because he looks like a little grandpa. Cater really thinks that he should play into his boyish appeal with more youthful accessories, but Riddle reminds him that they’re not for style, they’re functional. That doesn’t stop him from recommending, strongly, rounded, oversized rim glasses. In Cater’s opinion, his frames paired against his sweater vest and slacks make him look too mature. Not Trey. Trey loves that shit. Despite only being a year older than him, and childhood friends at that, Trey thinks Riddle is adorable.

Ace and Deuce have both, individually, broken his glasses before.

I think Riddle honestly just has bad luck. Ace and Deuce aren’t malicious, but they’re both a bit careless and self-centered, which leads to their many many many transgressions. He probably bends forward in the library to pick something up and they casually slide off his nose. Before he can reach over to grab them, Deuce steps his heavy foot on them without noticing. Riddle just looks up like, “...Are you serious?” When he finally gets them replaced, Ace wrestles with Riddle’s backpack to show Yuu and Deuce a move his brother taught him. It makes a sickening crunch when he slams the bag down and jumps on it. Ace’s excuse isn’t even an apology, he’s immediately like, “You should put your name on your stuff. If I knew it was yours I wouldn’t have even gone near it.” Riddle is perplexed by how his mind formulates accountability dodging thoughts twice as fast as the average person.

Jade has coke bottles, the lenses are so much thicker than the frame that he’s actually embarrassing Floyd by osmosis. He looks like a dork, unfortunately, his goofy haircut and translucent rows of sharp teeth do him no additional favors. As eels, their eyes are accustomed to the dark and muddiness of the ocean floor, so they’re extremely nearsighted. He’s a squinter too which annoys Azul who tries to get him to wear his glasses. Although unrelated to wearing glasses, he’s just as vain as Floyd. His frames are also simple like Riddle’s, rectangular frames fit his face the best. He wears them in his dorm and sometimes at home, but that’s it. Most of his friends, really just Trey and Azul, wear glasses so you think he would too, but he ultimately doesn’t want the three of them to stand out.

I think he would be so cute with his glasses. If he’s taking a picture he’ll pose with them, like playfully biting the tips of the frame legs. He also probably loses his glasses in Floyd’s side of the room. He’s so organzied and clean and he hates it when it happens.

Floyd doesn’t wear his glasses at all. It’s actually mind boggling because he’ll wear the prescriptionless frames as an accessory, but refuses to just wear his own. Myopia and his lack of self restriction results in him getting extremely close to things- and people, to see them. If you mention doing something different to your face or changing your uniform, he’ll close the distance between the two of you to see it. Floyd will get forehead to forehead to read your shirt. He gets a little laugh out of it too.

NRC has made a ton of accommodations for them, like reserving their seats in the front of the class, which Jade actually utilizes. Floyd refuses to sit in the front, he calls them the peanut gallery desperate for an ounce of validation from their professors. He read those words online and understood them to be insults, so he calls people desperate now. Floyd instead sits in the back. When he needs to read the board, he awkwardly writhes toward the front of the room, standing near the door off to the side of the classroom. He doesn’t take notes in class anyway, so it’s not usually a problem, he can read his own textbook at his desk.

He pretends that it’s not a big deal that he’s blind, but his parents worry about him. <3

Kalim is so cute. His glasses are so expensive and he goes through a new pair each week. The last time he had them replaced was when they fell out of pocket while on his broom. Miraculously, they were fine, until Deuce Spade landed on his broom, crushing them. Oops.

Kalim probably doesn’t like his glasses because they make him look more like his father, which is interesting to Jamil. Jamil likes thinking about natalism and lineage, seeing Kalim morph into his father gave him butterflies. The realization that he wasn’t Kalim, the party enthusiast, lothario that wrecked the image of Scarabia, he was Kalim Al-Asim, his young master, heir to the Al-Asim fortune, inheritor of centuries of power. That’s a little handsome… Wretched, horror, fear!!!

They’re round, large, and regal. Floyd thinks they’re so good looking that he often steals them for his outfits. Kalim however has no idea where they come from. All he knows is that when they break, they magically fix themselves and put themselves back on his nightstand exactly two weeks later. He’ll mention to Jamil who’s like, “Wow,” absolutely bonkered out by how he doesn’t know. Kalim’s vision is usually obstructed by tears, but other than that it’s fine. Unlike the tweels, he’s a bit farsighted, so his glasses are mainly for personal reading. Kalim is also the type to try on other people’s glasses. He takes them from his other students and comments things like, “Oh geez you can’t see anything can you?” It’s all in good fun, he’s very innocently condescending and rude.

Lilia never bothered to get Silver glasses, and his eyes are closed most of the time anyway. When asked about anything relating to human health, Lilia and Malleus are like ??? Who cares??? We’re not huma- SILVER!! They often forget that Silver is not fae like them, and assign him fae qualities. Lilia’s like, “Why didn’t the corner store man sell you my cigarettes? You’re almost 6 feet tall, you look to be at least 200 or 300, why would he card you?” And Silver’s like, “Father, I am 11... and almost 5 tall.”

However, Malleus does take him to his physicals later in life. They find that he really doesn’t need glasses. If he did, he wouldn’t be swayed in any particular direction style wise. Lilia would push him towards stylish ones, with a bunch of charms and a chain. Lilia probably grabs some hot pink, zebra print, hello kitty collaboration frame and tries to sell him on them. I think he and Lilia would have similar bouts even outside of that. Silver reminds him that the Lilia that raised him wasn’t cute, or 5’2, and ultimately he wants to be more like that forgotten warrior.

I think Silver would value Malleus’s opinion, but not on matters like this. He sees that Malleus gets no girls, has no swag, and wears ironic muscle tees under his uniform, if there’s a shirt there at all, and just doesn’t take him seriously. Malleus would want him to go for something classic, tiny, with lenses that only covered his eyes, like a Goblin. Silver and Lilia both actively gag at those Theodore Roosevelt glasses. Ultimately, Sebek probably picks them. He goes for something neutral that wouldn’t obscure his princely visage.

When word gets out that Silver has glasses, probably spread by Kalim, Idia waits for him to put them on to see if they make him look any less handsome. Instead of looking dorky, he looks more refined and mature… Like a chad cosplaying a nerd in a ya novel.

#twst #silver twisted wonderland #silver twst #lilia vanrogue #malleus draconia #floyd leech #Jade leech #riddle rosehearts #kalim al asim #twst reader #twst x reader #twst headcanons #night ravens college #floydyuu #koebi chan #i love floyd x yuu #🗡️#🥀#mw

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