#kishira writes

[villainessxassassin]

May i have a request of a scenario of Yandere! Overblot Idia shroud? where Overblot idia kidnapped fem reader? (He also love and obsessed with reader) But suddenly reader tries to escaped from him?

Yandere! Overblot Idia Shroud x f! reader

warnings: spoilers for chapter 6, yandere themes, obsession, invasion of personal space, kidnapping (reader is led into a room)

We apologize for being late in posting this request, we were waiting on finishing chapter 6 (we know it's getting really old how we keep apologizing for being tardy in doing requests but ya'll we still gonna do it🥲)-kishira

After getting seperated from Vil and the others you were mindlessly looking for the right way out off S.T.Y.X hq. What you found most strange however while sneakily walking around was how the doors would open automatically every time you walked a distance near them, while the other workers had to have some type of ID or scan in order to get in. It's almost like the building already gave you access to every room you entered.

Unbeknownst to you someone was keeping tabs on your every move, watching you through every cctv camera and listening with every hidden mic installed in the building. At this time all the captive students with past overblots were trying their hardest to find you while also looking for an exit.

Idia could only sigh. You looked so lost, trying to find your way out of there and back to your friends, but why go back to them when you could just stay here with him? Idia felt really overjoyed when he heard of your arrival, and now you're trying to escape? Now that simply won't do. You came all the way here so that you could talk some sense into him right? well he'll help you of course! making sure to open every correct door that led you closer to his location, and giving the nrc students a harder time so that they can't find you and take you away from him.

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You thought you were going the right way, stupid of you to have walked in on such an obvious trap! You were right to be suspicion of all the automatically opening doors, as it now led you here in some room with little to no furniture aside from a bed and small table with the door now refusing to open on your side. What's worst is in that very same room was the Idia Shroud you were looking for, but you didn't expect to see him in his overblot form now of all times!

"You kidnapped me!"

"Remind me again, who on her own accord waltz into this very room without permission, and is now yapping at me for her own mistake?"

"Then why don't you let me out?!

"You were opening doors left and right before you got here, surely you can do it again with that one."

Idia couldn't help but tease you now that you two were finally alone. He enjoyed watching you struggle to get the door to open as he slowly approached you. He finally did it, he can finally have you all to himself with out the pesky problem children breathing the same air as you.

You don't know how long it's been since Idia decided to embrace you out of nowhere with your back to him. Every time you tried to move or tell him to let you go his grip on you only got tighter as the space between you couldn't get anymore closer.

This was a total invasion of personal space! You could imagine the smile creeping onto his face as he continued to cuddle himself further in the crook of your neck. You on the other hand were uncomfortable, just because this happened to be a somewhat messed up intimate moment didn't mean you had to like it, and with his sharp talon like black hand resting on your neck it only made your breath hitch.

You were being obedient atleast. His overblot form alone was enough to make a shiver run up your spine, you didn't need to know what else he could do if you were to show any more further signs of defiance.

"If only we could start over with just me, you and Ortho. To hell with what this world has to offer, it doesn't interest me in the slightest.

So why don't we find something new, a new world with just you and me. I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my time suffering as long as I'm with you.

Even if the new world we make doesn't turn out to be the way we wanted, that's the reason why the restart button in games exist right? We'll just redo this game of life over and over, and with each restart you'll be there to witness every new game file. Wouldn't that be nice?

Delusional is the first thing that comes to mind. How could you be happy if he was basically going to eradicate the whole world to make a new one to fit his own standards?

You needed to escape, to help the others think of a plan to stop this madman infront of you.

With everyday that went by with you trying to escape, Idia's resolve only hardened even more. He blamed everything around him. It's because of that why you're like this, it's because of this why he turned out this way. Ah how the world corrupted you both, but that's okay—.

"I'll show you how amazing of a life you'll have by my side, and the only main quest you'll have to take is me, me, me, me!"

Right now he might be having fun with your little escape attempts, but you can only have such a limited amount of lives. He won't hurt you, but with every life consumed is going to be the duplicator of how difficult he'll make things for you next time.

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Request are open until August 20!

[villainessxassassin]

Hello! I wanted to ask when will you be posting the part 2 of child!riddle x child! Reader? Because I am SUPPERR excited to read the next! Oh but if you're too tired for that at the moment, please take your time taking care of yourself^^

Ahhhhh I'm glad you're hyped for it! I panicked when I saw the date you sent this and I'm really sorry for making you wait this long😭, but to answer your question I'll be posting part 2 rightttt now!

How sweet (PART 2)

child!Riddle x child!reader

✧|: Riddle being salty cuz he doesn't want a babysitter tutor at home so he's really mean to you at first but then you start doing all these really nice things that makes Riddle want to cry in a good way and now he doesn't know what to do.

w: cute jealous riddle ahead, he wants to show you smthing but you're busy atm and it makes him sad :(, also a lil bit of angst but I make it fluffy in the end by shoving a tart down Riddle's throat/j (unless-)

༶•┈This will be part two (2/2?)

Riddle has made it his life's mission to get the message across that he just loathes your entire existence.

You hand him a handkerchief after he's done with his meal? He's offended you think he can't get one himself! In which he is perfectly capable of doing, but he let's you anyway with a small pout on his face as he receives the said cloth from you.

The small check-ins you do to make sure he's not overworking himself? Why, do you perhaps think you can catch him off guard when he doesn't notice? Hah! nice try, but he can see through your fake acts of concern! (as he says)

When you help him tidy up his things after your study sessions? You're just playing nice! trying to outdo him in everything no matter how small. What do you take him for? some sort of mindless bafoon? Why are you always trying to iritate him in the smallest of ways? Begone with you!

Riddle doesn't like being in the same airspace as you. It's suffocating, yet whenever you leave the room he can't help but hold his breath, looking up from his book from time to time to see what you're up to, but the moment you return, you'll find his brows knitted while trying to go back to the page he was on.

Right now, Riddle is once again plopped onto a stool, book in hand, as he recites the formula's that you helped him memorize for the upcoming test he'll have on monday.

"Hey, This one's a little confusing, do you mind if—" It takes him a moment to realize he was talking to complete thin air when he gets no reply in response to his question. "Where- oh." That's right, it was the weekends, meaning you didn't have to tutor him on these days, meaning he just assumed you were here with him when he's been alone the whole day studying.

Your presence really was leaving a big impression on the red head life, and before he even realises it he's been counting down the days to hours to how long until he see's you again.

"It's usually your mother that comes to greet me at the door. Perhaps you've been missing my presence which is why you're so eager?"

"What a delusional way of thinking, I just don't want to waste time with my mother's and your exchanges."

What nonsense am I spouting? He's become aware of the way he acts around you, how he's so much eager to learn when you're the one teaching him, how he's come to like listening to history lessons when it's your voice narrating the stories, how he's started to try harder when you give him praise for getting a question right.

He's already gotten so used that your attention was always on him that he forgets you're your own person sometimes.

There was a time where Riddle wanted to show you this new project he's been working on, he carried it all the way from his bedroom to the living room with a pep in his step and sparkles in his eyes, excited to show you his great creation!

"Y/n, remember that new project I was telling you about?" but once he arrived, your attention was on a book in your hand, flipping through the pages, perhaps too focused on the interesting plot to acknowledge the red head in the room.

"Sorry Riddle but can it wait? I'm getting to the really good part of the book and I'd like for there to be no distractions while I read."

"But—" Riddle chokes on his words, it dawns on him that he really was excited to show you his work, but when has he ever been this happy to have to show you of all people? the one person he should be hating for sharing the same air as?

He let's out a small apology, quickly retreating back to his room, project in hand. He closes the door with a sigh, he shouldn't be this disheartened, It's not like he made sure to include a few of the things you liked into his project, it's not like he had you in mind when making it. Of course you have other things aside from him that need your undevided attention, but in that very moment, Riddle had wished to yank that book out of your hand and toss it into the fireplace.

From your point of view however— you almost broke your facade, after you said those words and took a small peek from behind your book, you felt bad after seeing the smile on Riddle's face turn into a frown, it looked like a child getting rejected of the toy he wanted.

There were also other instances that made Riddle question what he was doing. Your job was to be a tutor for Riddle, but after all that work gets done you were back to being a regular kid free to do whatever you wanted. Riddle didn't have that kind of freedom, he was a student outside in school and inside his own home, but as time went on he didn't have anything to complain about for as long as he had you as his companion.

So this situation at hand has really left him conflicted with his feelings.

Usually after he's done answering, he'd have you check his papers for any mistakes, but to his suprise, instead of seeing you in your usual place by the living room, he see's you leaning by the window, to what seems to be you chatting with the kids from outside.

"Hey, why don't you play outside for awhile? It must be really boring being cooped up in there all day!" Giggles and laughter errupted as the kids coaxed you in to playing outside with them.

Riddle's breathing changed patterns, that familiar ringing in his ears returning once again. You wouldn't leave him just to play outside with some strangers right? Riddles eyes were searching, but what exactly is it that he wants from you? To listen to you reject their offer, to say that you'd prefer to be here with him instead? how childish

"Sure! but only on one condition." Whispers were shared as the kids nod in agreement, you didn't even think twice as you bolted outside, leaving Riddle standing in the middle of the room, papers crumpling under the grip of his small hands. You didn't even bother to let him know you were leaving.

He should have known, but in the end he never blamed you. He expected as much, after all he wasn't the very nicest to you either, but a part of him knew he was trying, trying to be a better person to you, for you. He was huddled up under the blankets, small whimpers leaving his mouth as he tried his hardest to not looked like a kicked puppy when you returned, but he couldn't help it. His feelings got hurt by his most favorite loathed person.

It wasn't long until he heard the closing of his bedroom door, and the errating breathing you let out, panting out heavy breathes, he hears the crumpling of a paper bag you set down on his bedside table.

"H-had fun with your new friends?" He was trying his hardest to keep a firm tone with you, that's how it would have turned out if not for how he was sniffling under the covers. You didn't respond, instead choosing to snatch the blanket and throw it over his head, revealing the hidden red head.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" He was beyond frustrated at this point. Couldn't he be vulnerable without you having to do that so aggressively?! his heart is already in tatters and he doesn't need the same done to his blanket.

But before he could scream his lungs out you pulled out the most amazing sight Riddle has ever laid eyes upon from the paper bag. He couldn't believe it, right there being held by your tiny hands on a plate was a strawberry tart, no imperfections and in perfect condition, being displayed right infront of his face.

"How..."

"I had to make a deal, and that was if I played for a bit with those kids outside, they'd give me a strawberry tart for joining them! Really sweet deal if you ask me, and in the end I kinda just ditched them once I got the tart, plus I know how happy you'd get once you've gotten a bite."

"You did this... for me?"

"Well, what other reason would I have done all that for?"

He really was crying now, tears of frustration and joy. You always managed to get his feelings all tangled up, but managed to untangle them in a way that left a warm feeling in his chest.

Ripping his heart out only to give it back mended by your delicate hands was a round a bout way to do it he supposes, but he wasn't gonna give you that amount of satisfaction so easily.

"I can't eat this, what would mother think if she see's me with this in my possessions?"

"Well I'll... tell her I forced you to eat it as punishment for not getting a question right!"

"Then you'd get punished."

"I already went out of my way to get this and give it to you, the least you can do is have a taste."

You give Riddle a pat on the head while feeding him the tart, helping him wipe away the tears that are still falling down his cheeks.

"...It's salty."

"Then stop crying! or else I'm shoving this whole tart down your throat!"

Who would have thought something so bitter ended up being the sweetest reward in the end. Indeed, how sweet that is.

[villainessxassassin]

Excuses, excuses

Seperate! yandere! Xiao, Albedo and Scaramouche x reader

WARNINGS: Yandere behavior, delusional thinking, kidnapping, gaslighting on scara's part i think, mentions of human/mortal reader

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Chains rattled continuously, tears graced the frame of your delicate face, and with wishful thinking you'd think the salty liquid would be enough to rust the metal around your wrists and help aid you in your escape

But even if you were able to break free from your captors iron grasp

He'll do anything, anything, to protect his sweet little darling and keep you safe

"I did what must've been done, it was the only way I could protect you!"

"Well, right now... I don't feel very safe."

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"There are far too many unknowns in the world of Teyvat, until I've conducted and explored all possible things that may be of trouble to you, I recommend you be patient and wait."

From a logical standpoint he knows he's made the right choice. There are indeed far too many mysteries and unknown whatnots that have yet to be discovered, and for your own safety he's willing to research and discover each and every one of them.

What do these unknown mysteries have anything to do with you? Exactly because they are a mystery is why he needs to make sure the very land that you walk on is suitable for your very being.

Humans grow weaker as time continues to move on, and thus is the reason he's willing to go through such lengths of exploring new things to find something, anything, to keep you from slowly fading away from this world.

He's the smart one here, so you must know the lengths of his intelligence and knowledge couldn't possibly be wrong to have made this decision.

Follow his instruction and you'll be rewarded greatly, but is all of this worth it at the cost of your freedom?

"Fragile and yet you continued to linger near my vicinity. Do you think your foolish mortal acts carry no consequences? You have been tainted by my karmic debt, and are now forbidden to set foot in the outside world."

Similar to Albedo except Xiao knows the numerous dangers there are out there that await you, so what better way to keep you out of harms way than keeping you in his adeptal abode.

Then what of the karmic debt that he claims to have tainted you? Another reason you are to not be in contact with other mortals, you will only stain them with the negative air that now surrounds you.

The only person you can be around is xiao right? so it shouldn't be so bad as long as he keeps you company, and yet the most time he'd spend with you would be around night time.

Truth be told he's scared. Scared that if he spends too much time around you his karmic debt will truly begin to manifest (despite it not seeming to be happening anytime soon), and yet he refuses for you to leave his abode, wanting to keep you all for himself.

Adepti are allowed to be selfish too right?

"You need me. I've spared you my time and you dare still stay ungrateful. You soon shall realise how lucky you are to have been noticed by me, so I suggest you start cooperating and do what you're told, and look at no one else but me alone."

It was simple, comply with his demands and you will be provided with food, clothes and a roof over your head. Scaramouche is not one to display his emotions out in the open, so he expects you to make the first move.

Thank him, worship him, praise him for the generous deeds he's accomplished by having you here in his presence. You, some pathetic individual he picked up on the side of a street, in need of someone to show you your worth.

So is he in need for someone to do the same, to tell him he's not just some discarded and worthless puppet, but a lovely marionette in need of proper care and love. You are expected to love him just as much as he loves you, and maybe even more. So if he's happy then that means you should be happy too.

In the end, we wonder which one plays the role of the puppeteer and the puppet, when one is wrapped around the other's finger in a cursed string of fate.

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Someone pls tell me if my english sounds weird - kishira

requests are open btw

[villainessxassassin]

How sweet

child!Riddle x child!reader

yes lets forget how dead this account was until now💀 Half way through writing I forgot I was writing for child!Riddle but everything works out in the end yeyyy -K.

✧|: Riddle being salty cuz he doesn't want a babysitter tutor at home so he's really mean to you at first but then you start doing all these really nice things that makes Riddle want to cry in a good way and now he doesn't know what to do.

༶•┈This will be part one (1/2?)

When Riddle thought all was lost, that he could never get to taste a sweet strawberry tart nor play outside with his friends ever again, his mother hires a... tutor? and you're the same age as him? like he's supposed to care, if anything he's even more displeased!

After the recent incident, young Riddle really couldn't think his life could get any more restricting than it already is. He can't play, he has to watch what he eats, he has to keep up with his academics, and now his mother's hiring a tutor to keep him company when she's not around?

"Do I really need this...?" It's been a few days since then, yet Riddle still couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes, not after what he did. He didn't want to anger her any further. "You certainly have a long way to go until you can gain my trust back, and what better way to show me, than with this." She gestured to you at her side, posture straight with a slight smile on your face.

The young boy has heard of you prior before your arrival from his mother. You as well have been placed in the same position as Riddle, yet unlike him, you didn't seem to dislike the idea of having to work twice as hard for both him and yourself. If anything, you looked very much delighted to be here.

With a small bow you then began to introduce yourself, but all Riddle was able to focus on with your voice fading out was the slight ringing in his ears that grew louder by time.

"Now, do try to get along."

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A week has gone by. A week of you constantly pestering Riddle to work twice as hard. A week of extra papers piled up on his desk. A week of the very thread of his patience finally on the brink of snapping, or in short,

it was a week of pure torture.

Again, Riddle really didn't understand why you were needed here. He was doing just fine by himself, save for what happened and for the very reason WHY you are present here in the first place but he's changed! He's already been enduring this far without complaining, so surely that was enough proof he no longer had any ulterior motives in changing his daily routine his mother has given, right?

"You should've completed these papers by now."

And again, your annoying voice cuts of his train of thought. "You shouldn't be slacking, I've been given strict instructions to make sure you finish these on time", you say while taking the paper Riddle just finished and replacing it with another.

"I'm not some immature child, you don't have to tell me every time, my oh so annoying Tutor, and for one, I dont need a babysitter either." Despite the initial fear of his mother finding out he's been speaking to you in this disrespectful manner, (unbeffiting of the rosehearts name) this is the relationship you've made from the one week spent here together, and besides, you're both the same age! 'Formalities shouldn't be taken that seriously', Is what you said, but Riddle already had no intentions of refering to you in any high regard (because of his newfound bitterness with a hint of saltyness for those around him).

"Hey! I already told you to think of me more as your study buddy! I have my own homework to do too you know."

"You say that and yet you continue to nag at me like an old lady, how irritating."

"It's not nagging, I'm simply looking out for you."

Yeah right. Despite the happy display you've shown at your first meeting, Riddle knows it was all a play, that you're only here because you were forced into this position. With a sigh, Riddle finally finished the last of his homework, stretching his small arms up into the air to signal his victory over the sheets of problem filled papers.

"There, I'm finished. Now will you give me this time for myself or will you continue on with this pointless conversation?" With that the playful look on your face disappeared, and in it's place you let out a small laugh, but it lacked any sense of glee, accompanying it was a sad smile.

"I thought the conversation to have been... nice. You don't often come to openly chat with me, even if it's for things relating to outside of your academics. That's why your mother- I mean, that's why I—"

The chair scraped the floor as Riddle shot up from his seat, giving you a look that clearly showed his distaste for the topic you took on. You never broke eye contact as tension soon began to build up. It was moments after, Riddle finally chose his next choice of words, and did they stung, cutting deeper than any paper cut you've ever received. "Let me make one thing clear," your breathing was becoming heavy, but you hung onto his every word, "If you think being my tutor would give you some sort of privilege to speak to me like we're close, as if we're actually friends, then please leave."

You could only watch as he promptly made his way towards the kitchen, probably wanting to be anywhere away from you, is what you think. Sighing, this may come to be more difficult of a task than you expected, but you weren't just going to leave like what Riddle wanted. You've already made it this far into a week with him, so you're not going to give in and give up. Afterall, Riddle is your friend, you just need a bit more time in order to help him see it. To accept you were there for him.

You caught onto his final words, and that only was the beginning.

"I've had enough of people expecting me to be better,"

'You're a Rosehearts for our Great Seven's sake! this shouldn't be difficult for you to do right?!'

"To have others cut into my life without warning when I tell them not to, only to leave once I've been caught,"

'You can study later, come on let's play, and eat all the sweets we want in the meantime!'

"I need at least one person to do their job correctly, so make things easier for me, will you?"

[villainessxassassin]

A weed in disguise as a delicate flower

Yandere! Wanderer! Scaramouche x fem! reader

warnings: yandere themes (duh), possessive, obsessive, mentions of Scara's real name, He's ooc but that's just how I see him I think, and he want's to gobble up ALL your love for himself like uhmnom nom nom nom nom <3

would it be bad to say im just as obsessed with this fic as when i am with this purple gremlin? oh well

An eccentric being who's risen from his slumber, and now continue's to walk the planes of inazuma.

Abandoned and alone, he has experienced first handedly how cruel the world was. Like beautiful flowers blooming in a feild as the gardener made sure to cherish the fragrance and beauty each one held.

When a flower starts to wilt and loose it's beauty, it is the gardeners job to tend to the blooming bud and make sure it gets all the wanted attention it needs to get better.

His was nothing like that.

A single flaw has costed for him to be tossed aside, plucked from the very soil he came from and casted away like worthless dross.

As he continued to drift farther and farther away from that grim day, the more he could finally look ahead and see something much more appealing to his own thoughts.

A girl he'd had no connections with and has never seen before, who took him in under her roof with nothing but a smile on her face. Her sweet intoxicating voice kept on repeating inside his head like a broken recorder, but instead of being filled with annoyance, it was the complete opposite. soothing he thought.

"It's cold out here during night time, and not to mention dangerous. Come, I'll serve us some tea once we get back to my place." Questions you didn't ask, only pulling him by the sleeve and leading him into your home.

Just from looking at his form you're mind had felt conflicted. The person infront of you had a face worthy of that of a royal's, and yet was dressed in what could've used to have been fine silk was now torn and muddied.

You'd seated him down at your table as you poured him tea, making sure he was comfortable before you sat down on the chair beside him.

Silence

"You shouldn't let strangers inside your house." he'd said with a straight face, only staring at the tea you've prepared.

"How do I know you're not but a guest? coming here to visit from a faraway land."

"I'm not. I've wandered these lands far more many times you've ever taken a step in your entire lifetime."

he was wary to answer you, but the atmosphere you've created in the room eased him by even the slightest bit.

"You're making it sound like all you do is wander, don't you have a place to sta-"

"I don't"

He knows you know. From the way you look at him you must think he's homeless. There were many others who took pity at the sight of him, giving him a place to stay for the night before kicking him out again the next morning.

He was already by the door before you could react. The tea was now cold. The least he could have done was drink from the cup but that would be a sign of him taking in your pity and hospitality. He can't have that.

Human kindness had it's limits, yet yours were at an unknown standing point to him.

"Wait!" he didn't move so you saw that as a sign to continue talking.

"Why don't you just live here with me?"

Conflicted feelings.

For one stayed because he thought of it as nothing but appealing but longed once again for the feeling of being wanted,

and the other who saw an empty void in need of being filled. Like planting a seedling in new fertilized soil.

more under the cut cuz there ain't no way this gon' be a yanfic without the yandere content

He didn't understand why, but since that day he's accepted your offer (and why he said yes was also still unknown to him), there was always this warm feeling inside of him whenever you entered a room.

You treated him differently as that of other guests, but he never complained as he liked that same warm feeling inhabiting his insides at the gesture.

Ever since then, you continued to care for him through things such as feeding, bathing, and even going as far as to give him games such as cards to satiate his boredom.

but he could never be bored when you were around him. Ō̷͉̻̺̝nly ẁ̴͙̜͈̬͕̮̬̗̽́̇hen it wä̷̦̣̜̙̰͕̻́̇͘s y̶̧̛̝̲̳͔̖̦̐́̈́̕o̷̠̘̳͙̳͑̐̂͗͂u̴͖̮̓̀͐.̸̭̩͒̀̇

"Why would you go to such lengths for a stranger" he'd ask you time and time again, and time and time again have you answered "I'll leave that one up to your imagination"

Humans really were cruel, and you were the cruelest, having him feel so weird whenever around you. Having him wrapped around your finger without even you knowing it.

but he liked it. the feeling of being wanted. needed. Even if your intentions to him were still not clear. He didn't care, for as long as you continued to keep him by your side he will continue to stay by you.

A small bud had started to grow in your little garden, and just like any other person should, you cared for it day and night without even the thought of what it would become when fully bloomed.

The boy had finally learned of this feeling when he 'unintentionally' tried to take a peak at a book you've been so immersed in these past couple days.

You haven't been giving him enough attention as of late and it worried him. Was this book so important that you had ignored your one and only guest?̵̢̫͍͙̖̀̒̆͊͆͆

But he could supposedly forgive you, since the said book had atleast answered the question that's been bugging him for quite some time now.

"Love" the book explained

At first the word left a sour taste in his mouth, but after repeating it again and again at the thought of just you, it started to taste sweet like honey at the tip of his tongue.

Love wasn't something he could attain. It was out of reach for him since the day he's reflected on himself as nothing but a husk. A doll that was only made to serve one purpose, but still managed to fail at just that.

But say he could feel what this love was. Was he allowed to feel this way? and for what? you?

unbelievable

He refused to believe it until his mind once again began to wander to the same book that piqued his interest at the topic.

The book's plot line was simple: "Two childhood best friends who caught feelings for each other growing up, and eventually confess their love and are now lovers and happy in their relationship."

Strange.

In a sense, the boy was able to picture the both of you, going through the same story as the characters in the book.

"They've known each other for a very long time" the book read. He'd say you and him have also been together for quite some time, now that he thinks about it.

"They care for each other and are always there for the other when they are needed." He remembers the many times you've placed his needs first above your own, and when you were having any difficulty with a mundane task he'd always be there to lend a helping hand.

He skimmed through the other parts of the story, a smile plastered on his face whenever there was a part in the book that was somewhat similar to the things you guys do in your day to day routine.

But the biggest aspect of the book that had caught his attention at the very beginning was

"They both reciprocate their love for one another and finally became lovers."

Kunikuzushi pondered on that phrase.

Just for reference he told himself, he'll admit to having feelings for you. So now. Just as the book described, both the characters in the story share the same feelings for each other, meaning...

The boy let out a gasp he didn't know he was holding in as he read the same lines over and over again. Taking a step back, with squinted eyes and tints of red adorning his face.

Could it possibly be... that you loved too?

His face went full on red from the tips of his ears to the point of his nose as he tried his best to hide the impish smile crawling up his face with his shaky hands.

That was it right? The reason why you took him in in the first place was because of "love at first sight" perhaps? And here he thought he was the only one who was having trouble being in the same room as you because his heart would always jump around whenever you were near, or how by just the sound of your voice would have him weak in the knees. You felt all those things too right? You have feelings for him as well right? R̵̰̜̒͋Ì̵̟̉̈̑̌͘G̷͖̀H̸̖̟̫͍̉Ţ̷̯̈́̌̀̒̃̌?̵͉͈͉̩̟̓͋̽̈́͝

There it was again, that warm feeling.

But instead of just passing it off as just a cold or natural reaction when a certain someone was around him—

He accepted it for what it was.

That he was in love.

He was overjoyed, thrilled, happy... but he needed to ground himself before he can continue going on thinking like this. He calmed his pants and breathes before steadying himself on the nearest piece of furniture near him

This was great. For once in his— as he would describe "uneventful life", he actually finally felt alive again.

But he shouldn't celebrate too soon. He's just realized now throughout the many years of being with you, you had yet to have given a label to your relationship.

He didn't know what came over him, but he needed you. now.

He wasn't going to just sit there and wait for the universe to give him an answer. His ego was inflated and there was no way he was backing down without a proper reply to what he feels for you.

As the flower begins to grow more leaves and roots, so does its need to be given more close attention. One must always water their plants daily, giving it all the necessities it needs in order to grow up healthy and beautifully.

But there are times where you give them a little too much of what they need. So they adapt to what you give and will only continue to ask for more and more.

Huh, what a cunning flower you must be.

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I'll be making a part 2 soon, hope you enjoyed my self indulgent (kinda) yanfic for the one and only purple midget

-kishira

[villainessxassassin]

"Just like any other night."

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"Tsk, you should know by now what kind of responsibilities I hold, and you still dare impose yourself here in my quarters without my prior knowledge? How imperpitent of you."

as shallow as the following words may have been, the effects of that outcome surely sliced deeper in return. He didn't mean what he said, you knew that didn't you? You've put up with his bad temper countless of times, and you know him better than he knew himself, to think you'd be used to it by now...

His arrogance overlaps his concern for you, dismissing you like how a King would to his lowly subjects, ignoring the way you hurriedly excused yourself with a shaky yet angered tone as the slam of the door echoed throughout the room as he resumed his papers.

Feint footsteps are heard as he approached your shared room. How was he able to achieve such a thing without the embarrassment of others finding out? Goodness it's best no one knows.

And just like any other night, after changing into comfortable clothing he'd slide himself under the covers with his body facing your direction.

and just like any other night, he'd snuggle up next to you. Despite his claims of not want your affections in public, he sure was one to initiate it within closed walls, these very walls where he feels safe for as long as there's you.

and just like any other night, he'd apologize for the mean things he says and that he didn't mean them

and just like any other night, you'd caress his face while looking at him so lovingly that he melts, finding comfort in the warmth your hand provides as he leans in closer to your touch.

and just like any other night, you'd forgive him.

.

.

.

but it's already been awhile since he's heard a voice respond to his strings of 'sorry's' and 'forgive me's'

because unlike any other night,

you weren't there.

There was no person he was facing towards when he layed in bed. There was no body for him to cuddle and hold. There was... no one.

So why was he still trying, the hand he'd imagine caressing his cheek was no other than his own, a pitful attempt at recreating the scenario he had in his head, of the many times you've spent together.

So he closes his eyes. The less he saw the better as for now he refuses to face reality, but even he knew what a childish game he was playing at. He can feel the tears under his eyelids building up, but determined with his delusional goal his eyes closed tighter as an airy laugh left his lips, but this one held no joy, only sorrow and pain in place of your absense.

And so he'll continue to fool himself as he imagines the warmth he's been missing.

"...just like any other night."

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SCARAMOUCHE, RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

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(This is how I see people format suprise angsts so.. . suprise! my face throughout writing this was just 😶 so im not sure if its really good. (hoping it is)) -kishira

[villainessxassassin]

MALLEUS X TINKERBELL SIZE FAIRY READER it'll be so CUTE.

Can it be a yandere oneshot?

"All you need is faith... trust... and a little bit of pixie dust." -Tinkerbell

WARNINGS! Yandere themes and imprisonment

apologies if you were expecting yandere fluff but yandere for me in general is something that i am in need to associate with something a little bit far from comfort.- kishira

EDIT: (accidentally posted this when it was 2/3 done and now ya'll are gonna have to live with a semi thoughout ending i'm so sorry :'))

•̥̥̥`̀ू๑‧º·˚

i. Faith

It was by mere coincidence he happened before you on one faithful night. When the first star emerged behind a passing cloud and another followed. Both balls of light twinkled in the night sky, but one shone brighter than the other.

The second star

A beam of light casted down on a single lotus that float atop the crystal lake, next to the the moonlit meadow the young appearing fae has chosen for his nightly strolls. The petals of various flowers brushed against his person as he made his way to the lone bud (the only one that hasn't opened it seems.)

By the winds did the flower approach him at the edge of the lake. He caresses the bud, gloves long gone as he held it with much care as his longing gaze and wandering mind converge together to form a single thought. So delicate to the touch, enclosed on itself to hide any point of vulnerability before blossoming into a mature and vibrant flower.

The stage of maturity is the golden point in everyone's lives, yet the fae does not hold it in same high regard. For in his eyes, he wishes to cherish the youthful gift bestowed upon all living beings. As soon as the flower opens, the sooner it is to experience the cold winds of raging storms, and the searing heat of days to come, until it is reduced to nothing but plucked petals and a wilted remembrance of what it once was.

His fingers slowly retreating as he realized the enclosed petals suddenly unfurl at a rapid pace. Was it normal for flowers to bloom this quickly? The thought never crossed his mind as his attention was captivated not by the lotus, but the small creature resting at the center of the majestic flower.

Layed on it's side, a stirring expression was displayed by the small... human? no, something long and thin draped or rather was attached to the fair skin of it's back. Wings he deduced, along with your clothing that closely resembles the same material pattern as lotus petals.

So small and fragile, so young and delicate. One look was all it took for him to want to keep you safe from all the disasters he previously mentioned, and maybe even more.

So he still had faith.

Faith in what? There was no direct point for his reason of belief, but for whatever reason there could be, he believed that fate is what brought you to him on that faithful night.

ii. Trust

Still new to the world, you had no choice other than to rely on your senses in order to survive, and out of all the well known senses, even before you opended your eyes, the first that registered to you was hearing. A voice you heard.

The voice sounded distance, incoherent in a way that was still able to bring you comfort in your close eyed state.

It was strange

The being behind the voice never did anything other than continue talking (assuming his words were directed at you for the most part), but the moment you opened your eyes and the flash of white quickly blurred out into a figure of black and green, you locked gazes with the divine being and his words have never been any clearer than they were now.

"Do you trust me?"

You could only watch as his hand continued to lower down gently right infront of you, he gazes patiently waiting for your next move. Your breath hitched as you slowly fluttered your wings (you were a quick learner, or was it just second nature?) raising your body to hover just by an inch above where you previously were with both hands held above your chest.

Could you trust him? You knew nothing, experienced nothing other from being born, and yet were quick to float into the palm of his hand without a second thought. To you it was plain curiosity. Why were you here? why was he here? And your answers would have been left blank had you not made that choice to be curious. Yet to the world, what you have done was because of pure naivety.

It's been how many moons since then. Time really was a funny thing to you but the memory still lives vividly in your mind, and so did the person who took responsibility of taking you in. You were happy you were given a place to stay far from the heavy raindrops and looming dark thunderous clouds hanging overhead. To any small creature your size just the indication of such bad weather approaching would already have them burrowed or sheltered somewhere far from the rain, but not you. Rain to you was a soothing melody that played it's tune to nurture the ground and help lull you into a pleasant slumber, yet your mind continued to wander past dreamland and into a world just barely out of reach.

You can't remember the last time your guardian¿ allowed you to play outside in the rain, had he allowed you to set foot out at all. You never questioned why, just assuming you were meant to stay here.

here with him.

He never asked anything of you, even when doing things that your size was in perfectly good condition to handle he'd still shake his head at the motion.

An incident a little while ago has also strengthened his wants to keep you away from the outside world. It hasn't been over a week, and he's already caught you sneaking out more than 3 times (It was hard to miss you when he can hear the fluttering of your wings and the small particles you leave behind in the dead of night).

He could not understand you either. He never asked anything of you, so why is it you always ask so much of him? He's given you comfort, your own space, you can do just about anything for as long as you do not leave his abode, and you go off and ask him about trivial things such as that.

"I want to see the meadow on the other side of the lake." There you go again. Why would you want to go back there where frogs and flies can just swoop down on you at any given moment? And are you also not satisfied with the abundant of various flowers he's prepared?

But. Ṫ̷̨̮̽ͅhey hav̵̝̥́̔e̸̥̺̞͍͆ long sí̵̭͕̇́ͅncẽ̵̘̀ ̸̨̹͚͔̂̎̎ withere̷̤̰̽͝ḋ̸̬͝.

Trust was easily gained just as it was easily lost. He trusts you, but he's afraid that tiny brain of yours still can't make smart decisions for itself. Fear not, for he does place a lot of trust in you. Trusts you that you will stay with him.

iii. Pixie dust

How long have you been stuck inside this bird cage you wondered. Days? Weeks? Months? What did it matter when all there was waiting for you at the end of this journey is— well, you surely didn't want it to end with him of all people.

"I wonder, what thoughts are running through your mind, my little lotus?"

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, the one that confined you within these metal bars.

"You know as well as I do how the world is dangerous out there. Especially with your size" your captor sighs.

Only hatred was visible on your facial features, but by the way your body trembled as you tried to hide in on yourself showed just how terrified tou were of the man he's come to be.

"You..." Tears brimming your eyes previously out of frustration, but now because of pain. "You— you didn't have to go that far!" No you weren't talking about the cage goodness no. Your freedom? partially there.

"You will learn in due time, how I'm only doing this for your own benefit." He says this with an eerie smile. His eyes glowing a dangerous green, as yours continued to fill up with tears as they slowly wandered to the twizzer he had in his hand, while they held something most precious to who you are.

You can only depend on him now

Your wings, plucked like the petals of the flower from where you once came. How could a fairy live on without such identification?

Now you have no choice

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Hi guys Gwen here. I'm still alive and currently working on multiple things like making our banner, finishing part 2 of the overprotective brother series and studying to take over the empire. Either way thank you so much for your patience with us. We promise we'll bring you more content in the future <33

[villainessxassassin]

Idia with an s/o or crush who often fantasized about a romantic relationship but is very shy and bad at helping people due to self doubt pls?

Admiring from afar and behind a screen

Idia x reader

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Thank you for sending us this ask! since it wasn't specified how you wanted it to be written, I went with something I was most comfortable with which was a bulleted scenario (is what you'd call it i think?) I hope that's okay

bonus eye drawing under the cut: (i made it myself btw :))

and if you so happen to also relate to this then yo same😔🤝

Who would have thought that THE Idia shroud, a not so social introverted dorm head would have a secreted admirer, you.

Sad to say you weren't one to confront him about your feelings.

Shying away from other people because you're scared that your opinions might have a negative impact on them and how they see you.

Unlike Idia, you didn't hate people, but over time it just started to become difficult for you to communicate with others so you decided it was best to not engage in social conversations

So imagine your surprise when you first realized you had a crush on the blue flamed hair boy.

No this was bad! You already had a lot of self doubt to take care of and your problem with being shy around people, and now you just had to go and have a crush on someone now of all times!

You didn't know what attracted you to Idia

perhaps it was how you both were polar opposites but still shared the same problems in life

or how you admired him for being able to speak up for himself whenever needed to, despite his tendencies to shut himself in his room all day

Everytime (which isn't really often because of how he literally never leaves his room unless if it was for snacks or other important reasons) you'd see him sneaking up to a vending machine, you couldn't help but stare

How you wished to one day be able to walk up to that very same vending machine and maybe offer him a drink, your treat

but can only sigh as he's already gone, and you once again are left to just daydream about what a life by Idia's side could be like

You had already told your friends about your little predicament, and the best advice they we're able to give that worked well with you was to start of with something you were comfortable with

Online

The difference from talking to someone in person and online was that you had the option to take your time to type out a response before you hit send, and how if you ever made a mistake it wasn't too late to delete it

Sure you were still shy when talking through text, but it wasn't something so noticable with how they can't read your body language with just words on a screen.

It started out with a greeting and introduction, though you didn't use your real name and chose to go with the random account name you made up in a span of a few seconds

You mentioned one of his all time favorite anime shows and boom he's sending you text after text after text

He didn't know who you were, but by how you reply to his messages he could already tell what kind of person you were behind a screen, thanks to Idia's super duper amazing analyzation skills.

One reason why Idia stuck around to talk to you was because both of you can relate to each other

about your fears and problems, how you assume what people think about you, and how you find difficulty when talking in real life.

You were honest

In all Idia's life of living online he could tell when people were lying to him through text

He could see through all 'dem fake people (especially for those when he asks a question and the other person replies with something copy pasted off the internet, step away from the ctrl+c button👹)

Unlike them, despite not being physically able to see you, he could tell with his heart how you weren't trying to lie or hide anything from him (except your crush on him of course, nawh he gon be dense ti'll you decide fess up and confess to him in person)

Both of you were happy with the little chats you guys would have early in the morning and very late at night.

You slowly started to work up the courage to atleast be in the same room as Idia without fainting, and it was a huge success!

There were times thought where you being shy got the better of you

that one time where you coincidentally bumped into Idia when you turned a corner

He was still in a state of processing what happened when your face flared up and you just stood there staring at each other for a hot second

You were the first to snap out of a trance, quickly muttering out a jumbled up apology as you made a run for outside the school, but not before tripping and falling face first into a bush

"U-uhm are you—"

"N-no I'm fine, I'm fine! I-I'm just uh chilling is this very nice plump bush, yes! Very nice! I actually have somewhere important t-to be so, uhm, bye!

"..."

"Strange normie..."

It might take some time, and i mean A LOT of time, but with every small step you take

You just know your little fantasy will one day become a reality

Not today thought, you think as you have your face buried in your hands with the scene from before replaying in your mind

"H-hes going to think im such a total clutz now..."

but little did you know the boy was starting to catch feeling for you too

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Want to make a request check the rules here

[villainessxassassin]

Hello there! May I request a loose continuation of Admiring afar and behind the screen ? I just love the idea of a y/n working through their problems with the help their crush.

If you need like,, more instructions, I would kinda like to know what their daily life is like and what they do when they spend time together. Do y/n and Idia work up the courage to vc while playing games? Visual novel or MMORPG? Horror or puzzle? Do one of them break and confess by accident?

Sorry of this ask is too long, I just got really excited. Im new to Twisted Wonderland but Im always excited and hyped to see people writing about it! Best of wishes.

-Panda Anon

note: y/n is shy and has self doubt but is getting better bcuz of idia and his magical capabilities of being best boi

(I legit fell off my bed when I saw this cuz i wasn't expecting anyone to want a part 2 but ofc I'm happy to write it! and dw for the long ask, it's actually nice that you specified what you wanted so in that way it'll be easier for us to visualize -kishira)

Where do I even given, rather where do YOU even begin. Let's start first with the small things such as how you two are when communicating.

At first it started with simple greetings followed up by questions relating to online news or new game updates both of you are interested in. Just simple question and answer exchanges between the both of you, until it evolved to just that to talking about literally anything that crosses your mind. Day in and night out the two of you would always have something to talk about. Even if it wasn't related to gaming, the conversations would still drag on for a longer needed period of time until one of you has no choice but to yield defeat to the call for sleep.

It took awhile before ya'll worked up the courage to finally try voice chat. Of course there wasn't anything wrong with how ya'll normally do it, but it's kinda difficulty typing in words while you're being chased by a ghost in one of your favourite horror games you know? Surprising for you both, it was you who suggested voice chat. It never really did cross your mind until Idia mentioned how this one time he was really pissed at this one player that he almost cussed out hard in a co-op match (he still muted himself in case words flew out of his mouth).

You were comfortable just chating and reading his messages, but what about him? Was there ever a time where Idia wanted to vc with you but he didn't because he knew you were shy? You know how introverted Idia could be, but you also know how much he adores gaming, and a part of gaming just so happens to include talking with other people in which Idia will join in, but only when communication is absolutely necessary.

You were scared, scared of what he'll think of you once you tap the unmute button, after all you already know what Idia's voice sounds like

Sharp but turns gentle and energetic whenever faced with something endearing, and quiet to enthusiastic when talking about his passions. Whichever side he showed wether in game or irl, it always placed a smile on your face.

But you don't know how he'll react when you stutter over simple words or need to louden your voice so that he can hear you. A simple click of the end call button and all of this could be over, but with your finger hovering over said button

he spoke

"Hey, uhmm I'm not trying to rush you or anything so no need to worry if you don't want to unmute yourself, I understand."

You paused. In your head you lead yourself to believe that Idia would have became irritated by how quiet you were, but instead he spoke in a calm and soft voice.

"But you already came this far, and it would be kinda sad if you just paused your progress mid game right? It's ironic how I'm using the advice ortho uses on me on you this time, ah b-but I worked up the courage to join in on this vc so I guess I'm making progress too..."

Idia's voice slowly faded into that of mumbling, but you can make out the faint words of how he says he would like it if you atleast stayed, even if he was the only one talking and you just used the chat box to reply.

He was able to tell you to face your fears without pushing you out of your comfort zone, to you, that was more than enough encouragement needed to last one vc.

.

.

.

"...hi"

After that there almost was never a time where you didn't vc

Idia would never admit it but he enjoys listening to your voice. Unlike all the other noisy people he's played with on the internet, listening to you speak so softly was refreshing to him.

There were also times where your voice would increase in volume and would leave idia speechless while trying to hold in his laughter

favourite moments are when you raged at a parkour game and you're just shouting through the screen threatening whoever made this cursed game that to you, was just impossible to complete. It would also boost his ego when the two of you would choose to play a horror game and you're screaming HELP at every corner and Idia would come to your aid to fend off whatever it was you were screaming about. Sure there are times where he'll also get scared resulting in the both of you running around the house screaming like headless chickens but he's gotta be the bigger person here right?

The game genre's you guys would play would range to open world games to good old horror to get the blood pumping.

Idia's the type of person that would tell you to leave a match whenever the both of you are not on the same team. He says it's because the other team already has really shitty players (expect you ofc) so it would be an unfair match, but in reality he just wants to spend the majority of the match with you by his side

"Y/n, I know this is gonna sound shocking but I like-

"YOU LIKE THE GAME?! How could you be enjoying this when I've already died like ten times— AHHHH."

Idia jumped by how mad and irritated you sounded, but he's glad it wasn't directed at him. In a way he was relieved you cut him off, other wise who knows what would have happened if he finished his sentence.

"...yeah, maybe you'll learn to like it to if you stopped dying every few seconds."

"Evading death is harder than it looks you know—."

He'll work up the courage to confess someday, and without him knowing it you'd had already reciprocated his feelings by then, but right now you needed to prepare yourself to ask Idia if he was alright with video chatting you next time.

[villainessxassassin]

Hello! May i request romantic separate headcanons with Savannaclaw along with GN!S/O? S/O is competitive with him in PE class and loves to give him a bet. Thanks~

Savanaclaw x reader

seperate! Leona, Ruggie and Jack x gn!competitive! s/o

Not me just realizing it was supposed to be a headcannon but ended up making a scenario instead. pls forgive my foolishness anon💀

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What's that you say? a challengr? Well how could he ever begin to refuse such a request, especially when it came from you.

Zzz... Huh? grass? He could've sworn he was taking a nap somewhere much more hidden than somewhere out in the open like this.

Oh yeah that's right, it was already PE period and—

"Could you stop touching my tail as if it was some simple stuffed toy you'd like to play with?"

Leona was getting irked at the fact he'll have to go running circles out in the field with YOU pulling at his tail like a game of tug and war to redirect him to the starting point.

Others saw this interaction as odd, but to you it was in your own way an act of showing affection for the dorm head.

You knew he wasn't going to let you off that easily so you took it upon yourself to come up with a bet, in hopes of having the privilege to touch his soft mane and tail without the worry of being reprimanded by it.

"Which ever one of us wins, has the winning rights to do just about anything to the loser, and we can't do anything about it."

"You'd think I'd accept such a flimsy bet just like that? How foolish."

"Oh, has the little kitten retracted it's claws and tucked it's tail between it's legs before it can pounce? Perhaps I was expecting too much of you—"

"..."

Oh would you look at that, he was already sprinting miles around the field in a blink of an eye.

But lucky for him, you weren't one to let down on a challenge yourself

So throughout the whole afternoon, you'd had already forgotten about the bet and were now playing a game of cat and mouse. oh well.

Atleast you got to spend some time with him, even when you were wheezing and laughing hysterically as he was getting closer and closer to catching you.

"I win!"

"This wasn't part of the bet!"

The sky was clear, birds were chirping, and a runaway hyena took off with your lunch—

Wait what?

Oh yes, you were currently chasing after Ruggie as it seems he's scarfed down the last bit of what was supposed to be your last meal before PE.

You lost ruggie when he took a corner and only then saw him again at PE class.

Since you were already still full of adrenaline from the previous chase, you wanted revenge for what could have been a delectable meal down your throat, if your oh so mischievous boyfriend hadn't taken the first and last bite.

You were always very competitive, so this bet really did just boost your ego.

"Loser has to pay for the winner's meal for the whole week."

"shishishi, you're really prepared to burn through your wallet just for this? Why I should be honored then~"

"It's going to be your butt that's going to be scraping every crevice of this school in search for even a single thaumark to pay for what I'll be eating for the next seven days.

A game of tag seemed simple enough.

Only problem is everyone has already been tagged and only you and Ruggie seems to be what's left.

The taggers were panting with wobbly legs whenever one tried to approach you as you'd had already dodge their moves.

What's cute is how despite the both of you wanting to win, you'd still have the other's back whenever a tagger came a little too close, pulling the other away from their direction.

and sticking by each other ti'll the end of the round.

"It's pointless. Neither of us want's to loose so why don't we just call it even and-

"YOU'RE STILL PAYING ME FOR EATING MY LUNCH YOU #$&!"

You were always one to be competitive whenever you found something worth putting attention into.

So once you saw your boyfriend Jack out on the field running you couldn't help but want to join in.

but of course a little competitive race couldn't hurt, right?

"Must everything be a competition with you? I'm more focused on my technique right now more on than my speed."

"But you're still running laps aren't you? What's a little competition with me going to do with your already well defined build hm?

"T-tch if you really insist than so be it, but dont come crying to me once I beat you."

And just like that your little race has begun, tho it ended soon before it even started when you sprinted off and caught your foot on a small root growing out of the ground.

Jack was instantly by your side as you tried to brush him off saying you were fine, but were you really? hell no, you knew you twisted your ankle right when you fell to the ground.

And that thing hurt like a beach🙂🏖️

So jack had one of your arms over his shoulder as he helped you to the infirmary

You felt sad that you couldn't spend more time with your boyfriend out in the field, but atleast you could see small tints of red adorning his face once you thanked him for his help.

"Don't worry about me. I'll have this thing fully healed by tomorrow and we can continue on with our little race."

"I-"

(Yeah he told the staff in the infirmary to be keeping a close eye on you.)

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apologies if i wasn't able to apply the word "competitive" enough hehe

[villainessxassassin]

Howdy~! I love your writing! It’s so cute! I have a fluffy request in mind: a scenario in which Leona Kingscholar’s fem! s/o takes her boyfriend out on a lovely picnic in a green meadow and then steals a kiss from him in the end. Thanks a bunch!

Kishira here, and I'm glad to hear you enjoyed our recent writing~ and we hope to deliver more good ones in the future. Now without further ado-.(and eep im happy you found my writing cute. Small compliment I eat with big appetite <3)

Stolen Kiss

Leona x f!reader

he stole your heart, so in return you again stole his with a kiss

𓄼 𓄹 𓂅 𓄼 𓄼 𓄹 𓂅 𓄼

It were moments like these that Leona appreciated the most.

Not having to put up with the annoying thoughts of being lectured, hearing the noisy chatter of students in the NRC halls, but just the soft swaying of blades of grass lulling him to a calm state and watching the greenery of the flourishing meadow of flowers around him.

He didn't know why you've chosen to go out on a picnic now of all days, but who was he to deny your offer when he himself would do just about anything to get even the tiniest of chances to be around you. In fact if it weren't for his lazy demeanor, he would've asked you out by now too you know? You just happened to beat him to it, no reason at all behind his slow pace. (no he isn't shy, the great Leona Kingscholar of all people getting flustered? you imagine surely)

By the time he's snapped out of his little bubble, you've already finished setting up. The checkered picnic mat you've prepared complimented the few of many delicacies you've prepared on top of it.

"Oh? So she remembered my favorites"

You did a horrible job at hiding the many tasty treats Leona liked to eat, but were you trying to make an attempt at hiding it to begin with? Certainly not, or how so would you let your darling boyfriend know you cared for him, aside from the many amounts of affection and lovely words you exchange with him on a daily basis.

"What's your motive here hm? I wouldn't have thought of you as someone to suddenly wish to go out with your busy schedule as the schools prefect and all that." Like his schedule wasn't supposedly fully packed aswell, with him being a dorm leader AND prince on top of that, yet here he was spending his precious little time with you on his own accord. How sweet.

"Is there a needed hidden motive for me to want to spend time with you?" You said in a playful tone, yet your face was dead serious when you faced him. Just like that, you could've sworn his eyes widened for a fraction of a second when he quite quickly stuffed his face with one of the desserts he had closest to him, whilst tilting his head slightly to the ground in which his hair dangled from his face.

A good attempt he'd say so himself, wanting to divert attention from the growing feeling in the pits of his stomach. Was he perhaps really just that hungry?

The day continued on from there, with the occasional words exchanged between you two and stolen glances, but most of your time was spent with Leona resting his head in your lap in which you didn't mind at all. Leona loves naps. It was his most favorite thing to do in the entire world! But whenever he was with you, they just seemed to get a hundred times more better. Same when he was asleep, his dream would be filled consistently with nothing but you, wether intentionally or not.

At this very moment Leona had his eyes closed, so you assumed him to be asleep. You were lucky to get to see this side of him up close. Sure there were many more who should have already seen him sleeping in random places but never could they have experienced this type of intimacy with the Savanclaw dorm leader.

You were happy, content, and thrilled all at the same time as you carefully pulled away some of his hair so you can get a better view of his face. This man stole your heart, and you were just returning the favor. "Just one wouldn't hurt right? he doesn't need to know." and just like that, you did it.

You kissed him

Your touch was featherlight, making sure not to wake him as you thought yourself successful as he showed no reaction to your stolen kiss.

But little did you know, he had been awake the whole time. His facade almost broke when you pulled away, as he wanted nothing more but to chase after your touch.

So why didn't he?

He reasoned with himself that he was "asleep" and should stay asleep as you yourself thought of him to be, but in reality he just didn't know how he would respond to your actions. He wouldn't know how to explain the blooming heat on his face, or the skipping of his heart as it bounced around in his ribcage. So for now he'll let you have your fun of thinking he didn't know.

After all, you were just as smitten for him as he was smitten for you.

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"My my what do we have here~? Seeing as you don't know me I might as well introduce myself. I am Guinevere Lecarde, a noble Villainess of the regalia empire- now before you ask if I really am a bad person, I am not. I was merely accused as a villain by the people, but things are improving back in my world. Anyhow, I managed to discover these 'games' and got addicted to them so I thought to myself "How about a villainess like me write these fanfics?"

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"Writing huh? I might as well partake in this small hobby, don't look at me like that. A villainess like me also loves to write you know?"

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"I don't see a need for introducing myself, since all I am to you is a person behind the screen, but I suppose I can make an exception. I go by the name Kishira Yuuki, and in my world am a part of an association of assassins. Whether you see me as ill-natured or not all depends on you, I surely do not mind. I only take on jobs I deem worthy of my time, and have all the valid reasons for me to do them. Of course it couldn't hurt for me to try out something different from my current line of work like writing, no? so what will it be? Would you be willing for me to write out your curious fantasies?"

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"Hmm? Writing you say? I am usually not one to take on such odd requests, but if that pleases you then I am intrigued to tend to your compelling thoughts"

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Fics to be added

Fics:

Light my way(fluff)

The faint feeling of a flower adorned in thorns whenever I look at him(angst)

Hcs:

Reader being overprotective of her twin

Goofball s/o

ideal s/o

s/o that still believes babies come from storks

First years are the reason of my death before we get married part 1

Fics:

Hcs:

Overprotective brother

Fics to be added

Fics:

Hcs:

Overprotective brother part 2

Fics:

Hcs:

Overprotective brother part 2

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Competitive s/o

Fics:

Stolen Kiss

Hc:

Girl boss?!

reader being overprotective of her twin

S/o doting on 1st years

s/o that still believes babies come from storks

First years are the reason of my death before we get married part 1

Fics

Hc:

Girl boss?!

Overprotective brother

former warrior s/o

fics:

hcs:

Overprotective brother part 2

cat like s/o

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Fics to be added

Fics :

Hcs:

reader being overprotective of her twin

Goofball s/o

s/o that pushes herself

former warrior s/o

s/o that still believes babies come from storks

First years are the reason of my death before we get married part 1

Fics:

Hcs: Overprotective brother

Fics:

HCs”

S/o doting on the 1st years

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Fics to be added

Fics:

Hcs:

reader being overprotective of her twin

Girl boss?!

s/o doting on the 1st years

s/o that still believes babies come from storks

First years are the reason of my death before we get married part 1

Fics:

Roles of a master and his servant(short angst)

HCS:

Overprotective brother

Goofball s/o

former warrior s/o