#leona is possessive nobody is surprised

[yourgildedcage]

Alright I finally produced a story.

1 ice cream down. 7 to go.

This was sinfully short but I'm lazy-

This is one of many, not all the fics are here--

Yeah I know Savanaclaw has its own pool but i wanted Floyd and Jade to be there.

Fight me.

This post is based on the Savanaclaw ice cream from the art by @somehowmags

For those that dont know, Malleus alter is a alternate universe version of Malleus who is a human and possesses no magic.

Sorry this isn't that good.

I'll edit and fix it later.

Family Visits...Us or Them

Story:

"Aw your uniform kinda looks like my formal uniform!... Less dragon motifs though" Malleus alter comments.

"Do you want--?" Malleus offered about to make a magical illusion of the clothing for the Diasomnia uniform.

"Nope! wearing the uniform is only for important stuff like greeting my grandmother and business matters" Malleus alter waved off.

"I'm going to Octavinelle," Malleus alter smiled. " be back in a bit"

*Octavinelle Dorm*

'He's someone else's problem now,' Leona though as he shrugged. But Floyd was actually handling Cheka really well. Wait.

Where is Jade....

Oh no human Malleus is coming over here...

Hold that thought. Leona tried to pretend to be asleep but Cheka totally ruined it.

"Hi Cheka you've grown so big since I last saw you!" Malleus alter stated as Cheka tackled him with a surprise hug.

"Oi Cheka dont hug strangers," Leona berated lazily.

"Actually why are you here?" Malleus alter asked.

"It's a place to dump him" Leona grumbled.

"I'm guessing Azul's making you stay and watch him so he doesnt wander off."

Leona made a snore noise in response.

"Oji-tan! Come play in the pool water with me!" Cheka threw the ball at Leona but it missed. Leona smirked.

"Oji-tan is really tired but I'll play with you though!" Malleus alter said stripping off his shirt.

"Dont ever call me that again. Wait you werent invited--!" Leona protested. He was ignored.

"Oh yeah? I challenge you to a volleyball game then," Floyd grinned displaying a larger ball.

"Where did you get all the pool toys?" Malleus alter asked wading in the water.

He was down to a pair of gym shorts he'd worn over his clothes, Leona thought that was unnecessary layering up on his part.

"I get bored in here some days... Nobody to play with" Floyd pouted. "And Sam has lots of things" Cheka poked him with a pool noodle he found.

"Alright I accept your challenge," Malleus alter shrugged. Immediately he snapped to attention as Floyd launched the ball at him with no warning.

The three of them were playing, or rather Floyd and Cheka were tosding the ball to Malleus and back again while subtly seeing how loud Cheka could get in terms of happy squeals.

"Oji-tan is asleep again," Cheka remarked looking at Leona who'd turned so ge face away from the pool.

"I wanted him to play too..."

"Hmm I know how to wake you up," Malleus alter grinned.

Leona could smell Malleus alter come closer. The scent of the water mixing in with that human's... Was odd.

Leona tensed in realization.

'He wouldn't.'

Malleus gripped the edge of the lounge chair and gently shook it. The gentleness was obviously for show. Like a quiet warning. One that Leona would normally ignore but he had other annoyances today. A Annoyance named Cheka.

"Oi Malleus cut that shit out" Leona rolled over and glowered as Malleus alter shook the chair alittle harder threatening to hurl him into the cool waters.

"I'm serious--!" He hissed.

And then he fell in.

"Ha ha ha!" Malleus laughed like a little kid.

Leona didnt know which was more of a headache. "I'm done for the day" he crawled back on the lounge chair.

Having to actually interact with Floyd or the happy sound Malleus just made.

Leona wanted to get back to his nap. Why did that human Doppelganger for the lizard have to show up?

With a sigh he sat up. "One game"

"Yes!" Malleus alter and Cheka grinned.

Leona and Malleus alter got a bit too competitive and at that point only those two were playing with a occasional surprise move from Floyd.

They had long abandoned tring to stay on the two designated teams, Leona and Cheka for Savanaclaw and Octavisomnia (Floyd's combination name for Octavinelle and Diasomnia despite Malleus alter's protests that he didnt attend school there) for Floyd and Malleus.

Cheka hit the ball whenever it got close enough to him. This also meant he splashed a lot of water too.

Malleus alter was about to win but then--

"I brought snacks!" Jade said all too cheerfully.

He was carring two trays, one with ice cream one with sandwhiches.

"Ah you're all in the water? Floyd why didnt you tell me? i would have loved to come in on tbe fun," he had a mock pity expression on his face.

After jade persuaded them to get out the pool, Cheka made a beeline for the sandwhich and ice cream, Malleus for the ice cream, and Floyd inspected his sandwhich. Leona reclaimed the lounge chair.

"Why do they look like lions?" Cheka asked. "It's in honor of our special guest," Jade grinned.

"Really?" Cheka beamed.

It was a popsicle with a lion head shape. The white base looked more like a rectangle. The head is brown with green pieces of candy as eyes, a caramel streak going down the left side, under the eye. A few crushed macadamia nuts cover the top. And the popsicles were rapidly vanishing.

"Oi don't eat them all," Leona snapped as Malleus reached for another one.

"What I've only had two and you weren't even gonna eat yours--" Malleus defended.

Leona stared directly at Malleus and snatched one out of spite.

Malleus smirked. "Bet you don't eat it all,"

"fuck off" Leona rolled his eyes.

"How much are you willing to wager on this bet?" Azul asked.

"Whoa? Where'd you come from?" Malleus alter yelped nearly dropping the stick holding the remnant of his treat.

"Oh ive been around," Azul smiled. "I was going to tell you your drinks are ready but you looked so preoccupied with your game.." Azul gestured. He was holding a tray of five tall glasses filled with a dark red liquid.

"Your tea sangria made from iced passion tea with Apple tea, white peach juice, raspberry juice, blackberry juice, and fruit inclusions is awaiting you"

Jade grinned like he knew a secret.

"How much do I owe you for the drinks?" Malleus alter asked.

"That would be  2677 madol*," Azul's eyes smiled.

"I'm being robbed blind by the alternate universe version of my boyfriend," Malleus alter faked being injured. But he handed him the money.

"These are new madol notes..." Azul said as he fingered through the paper counting the money at machine gun pace.

"Nobody's gonna comment on the boyfriend remark?" Leona asked.

Jade put a finger to his lips.

Floyd just bounced a ball back and forth with Cheka.

Azul seemed to do a double take. "I beg your pardon????"

Malleus swam away with the drinks.

Leona looked up. Revenge for the lounge chair earlier. "Cheka he's making off with your refreshments! Get him!"

Malleus alter laughed even as Cheka swam toward him.

*about 39 US dollars. It doesnt make much sense but I'll explain the math on it later.

[bananaapplewaffle]

A Twisted Halloween II: Spectral Soiree: Book 1 and Book 2

Let’s go!

Book 1: Endless Night

He really said go to sleep now because you WILL be cleaning

Who didn’t have any fun at all

WAIT THEY GOT DEUCE

Oh thank god

Damn all the freshmen from Pomefiore Dorm

Shout out to the game crashing

Rook…sigh

Damn Lilia and Malleus gone too

But…

Powerful spell casted over the entire school

I hate where the Headmage’s office is

Damn…ain’t nobody worried about me and Grim?

Hit’em with the “Time stop!”

Damn that was random as fuck but smart as hell

AAAAA

ACE CARES ABOUT US

You definitely forget about us, Crowley

I wonder what Lilia’s scream sounded like

WE FUCKING MISSING BITCH

RIDDLE IS PISSED

GIRL WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE MIRROR

Mirror Machine broke…

Not even surprised that that’s what he’s worried about

Fuck it, gon head

Every fucking time

They don’t want to do shit

OH?

TODAY THEY WANNA DO SHIT???

MAN FUCK OUTTA HERE

Halloween Party bitches!

GIRL LESSON BLOCKED

BRB GOTTA TAKE 10 MORE LESSONS

Who?

Ah, Crewel

Leona and Jamil my beloveds

I love how these two didn’t pose

Just crossed arms and hands on hips

And standing there

?????????

VARGAS WHAT THE HELL

Ion what my dog was just dreaming about but she sure was thumping her tail on the floor

TITLE SCREEN

WHERE THE FUCK

Who or whatever did this recreated the stamp locations but made them real

Which means…we might be at the “castle” being “protected” by the “dragon

Book 2: Scattered Flight

Not Riddle using the Hallowenders name…

EVEN ORTHO IS TIRED OF IT

WELL

GAVE US IT FOR WHAT

TO NOT WORK

TRASH

Riddle you literally entered this place through the Dark Mirror

There’s got to be some magic energy here

Ruggie you gotta visit my house more

THE GHOST SCARED RIDDLE

RIDDLE’S SCREAM SCARED RUGGIE

Man what the fuck is going on here

What do y’all mean by the Spectral Realm

THEY GOT RUGGIE

HIS BIGGEST WEAKNESS

SPARKLY SHIT

WHAT IS IT

GIRL WE JUMPED TO ANOTHER BUBBLE

Ooooo

Sebek, loud and worried

Rook, on that shit

Trey, ready to go home

I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS SHIT

THE FUCK REALM OF DARKNESS

Can’t believe you’d say that shit to a kh hoe like me

THIRTEEN??????

Everyone move this is for the kh hoes ONLY

Rook is just on his shit

How the hell did Silver figure it out that quick

LILIA HAS BEEN HERE BEFORE???

Silver is simply at the wrong school

42? Does that mean there’s a set amount

Like 50?

Either way, I’m already tired

And Leona was even quicker and even more nonchalant

These mfkers started fighting real quick

I love Ace

“WAIT THIS LOOKS LIKE THE ONE FROM RAMSHACKLE! WHERE’S THE PERFECT AND GRIM??”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THESE MFKERS

LEONA AND FLOYD MY BELOVEDS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HE FUCKING GOT ACE

HE’S FUCKING POSSESSED

Ace I’m so sorry bestie

He’s back!

Leona and his fucking brains are showing again

Little tidbit

Ortho please don’t try to tie Leona’s tail again…

Twisted Ramblings

[thatweeboverthereisthirsty]

Can I call you mine?

A commission from the lovely @carlottastudios who I absolutely adore after only having a few conversations with. These were jealousy scenarios with a bit of spice! I went over my word limit on Jamil’s but that’s just cause I love him so much! Please enjoy! And commissions are open still! This one cost $3

Warnings: slight spice, fem!reader, jealousy, protectiveness, possessive behavior, light light LIGHT angst, marking kink (is that a thing? oh well. Basically a love bite that displays their claim.)

   “In the jungle, the botanical jungle, a lion sleeps all the time~!” you sang out teasingly. Leona huffed and his tail thumped against the ground once in irritation. Giggling, you slid closer and poked said tail, which retracted swiftly, prickling in annoyance.

   “Scram herbivore.” Leona’s tone was mildly annoyed but had no bite to it. Truthfully he hoped you would inch just a bit closer so he could grab you and hold you hostage as his pillow. 

   You hummed and stood, much to his displeasure, and grabbed your school stuff. Quietly you packed everything away and threw out your lunch trash before returning to Leona’s spot one more time.

   “I have class now, Leona. I’ll see you later, kay?” he grunted in agreement and watched you walk away, nose twitching as he inhaled your fresh scent one last time before it began to fade. The down side of the botanical garden was that any smell other than flowers was quickly dispersed by the sickeningly sweet perfume of nectar.

   The lion sighed and stared up at one such flower with distaste. How dare they try to outdo his beloved? He would never appreciate their scent more than hers. He rolled his eyes at the ridiculous thoughts and fell back asleep. He hummed as he did so, mimicking the tune you had sang to him. He missed you already.

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   5:48 P.M. You were 18 minutes late. 18 minutes had passed since you were supposed to be in Leona’s bed, curled up next to him, petting his ears, and doting on him like the king he was. 18 minutes where Leona gradually became more worried, as well.

   It wasn’t like you to be late. Especially not late to a night with him. It set his instincts off and he was on high alert, tensed, ready to pounce on anything that dared touch his mate. Finally when the clock turned 5:20 he sprang out of bed and strode down the hall with power that sent the message “don’t mess with me”.

   In the Savanaclaw lounge you were seated next to the decorative pool, chatting amidly with a fellow student. Leona glared and growled when he spotted you, far too close to the other man for his liking. He watched in anger, as the student slid even closer to you so that your hips touched briefly.

   Rage flashed in Leona’s eyes and his expression darkened into something dangerous. He stalked over behind you and the student, who seemingly didn’t notice his presence and hastily picked you up before throwing you over his shoulder. 

   “Hey! Put me down!” you cried out and he snarled at you. “Quiet, herbivore!” Recognizing your boyfriend's voice you stilled and relaxed a bit. At least it wasn’t some stranger. 

   He mentally gave you points for fighting back when you didn’t know who it was. “That’s right, only I get to touch you.”

   Looking down at the student who had been sitting with you, he noticed your homework was on his lap and realized he had just been helping you. He growled and turned walking away, a bit upset that he didn’t have a good reason to turn them to dust. Not that he needed one, but he couldn’t imagine upsetting you by harming one of your classmates, no matter how much he wanted to.

   Soon he reached his room and threw you on the bed. You landed with a gasp and looked up at him in confusion and slight annoyance. “Leona! What was that-MPH!”

   He silenced you quickly by shoving you down on the bed and sliding his tongue into your mouth. Immediately your body relaxed underneath him and he smirked when you brought your hands up to weave into his hair. 

   Only he got to touch you like this. Only he got to kiss you. Only he got to say that you were his. His and his alone! 

   You panted when he pulled back and started to ask why but he kissed you again so you couldn’t. “Jealous. Protective. Possessive. Mine” He said between kisses and soon trailed them along your jaw and down to your neck.

   A breathy moan slipped from your lips as he sucked on the sensitive skin near your collar. He kissed up until he was right over the junction between your neck and shoulders. Then he bit down hard, drawing a loud cry from you. 

   The taste of your blood only just barely appeared before he pulled back and began to kiss the wound. He knew that licking it would irritate it further due to his cat-like tongue, but he still attempted to soothe it as much as possible.

   Finally he pulled back completely and gazed down at you with a smirk. Several different bruises and love bites littered your neck, shoulders, and collar. Only one had been deep enough to break the skin. It would scar he was sure and the thought of you always wearing a symbol of his claim made him purr.

   He stopped though when he realized he could have hurt you. “I’m sorry. Princess, I didn’t mean to get so upset, it’s just instincts.” he sighed. 

   You smiled at him and pulled him down for another kiss. “Don’t worry. I find it super sexy when you get possessive.” His eyes widened in surprise and he took in your mild blush. “Hmmm…” he purred with a smirk. “Well in that case you don’t mind if I mark you up a bit more… and while I’m at it you can use that pretty voice of yours to remind the whole dorm that you’re mine and mine alone!”

   Jamil gritted his teeth and turned away from the lounge. He made his way to the kitchen and immediately began to prepare more horderves. Kalim’s party was going wonderfully, of course all due to his hard work. Although he supposed he appreciated a week's notice and Kalim did help magically with some of the decorations.

    He was still stressed, but not quite as much as he could have been, had Kalim not given him a warning. In fact he was looking forward to actually trying to enjoy one of Kalim’s parties for the first time since he was born. 

   It was a very nice party and since everything was going smoothly, Jamil found time to sit down and sip some juice. Alcohol wasn’t allowed on school premises but grape juice mimicked the taste nicely depending on what brand you bought. Kalim was partial to the sweeter stuff, while Jamil preferred it to be more sour.

   However, he found that the sour taste in his mouth wasn’t from the juice at all when he spotted you dancing joyously with some other student. His smile fell into a frown and he watched angrily as the student pulled you close and said something that made you laugh.

   You had a beautiful laugh, it was the kind that made everyone in the room sigh in content when they heard it. Jamil fell in love with it almost as hard as he had fallen in love with you. Especially because you rarely laughed for anyone but him.

   To hear you generously sharing that sound with some nobody sent flashes of anger through him.  He clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms a bit. Just remembering it made him pissed.

   Shaking his head to clear it, Jamil got to work cutting up some more vegetables at a fast speed that would intimidate anyone who tried to approach him. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone so he glared darkly at the food in front of him in an attempt to send off silent go away signals.

   Kalim, who entered the room to find Jamil after seeing him storm off, caught sight of the frustrated man and paused to observe his body language. Ever since Jamil’s overblot, Kalim had been trying to read his friend's emotions better. Luckily he caught on quickly and left the room.

    Jamil sighed in relief and set the knife down. Why the hell would you wanna hang out with anyone but him! You were his and his alone! The only thing he had claim over, or ownership of. Mentally he berated himself for thinking that way. You weren’t an object, you were a person and you should be allowed to do whatever you want. He would be a hypocrite if he tried to restrict your choices and behaviors.

   “Jamil?” The man spun around and found you standing behind him with a concerned look on your face. “Kalim told me you looked upset, is everything alright?” Your tone was soft and worried. It eased Jamil’s emotions in the way it always had. You always put him first, a habit he both loved and hated. On one hand he adored being pampered for once, on the other he knew what it was like to ignore your own wants and needs for another person.

   He sighed and put on a smile, taking your hands in his own. “Just tired that’s all.” you frowned and glared up at him in the way you always did when he lied.

   “Now, I know that’s not true. I’m not gonna force you to tell me, but I also want you to know that you can be honest with me. That’s why I’m here.” Jamil bit his lip and turned away, a flush rising on his cheeks.

   “The truth…” he hesitated. “The truth is I don’t want you hanging out with that other student!” The sudden exclamation took you aback and you blinked in surprise. “I don’t want to control you or tell you what to do and who to hang out with, but I also want you all to myself. No one else should be able to touch you or whisper in your ears, or dance with you, or make you laugh and smile. That’s my job, because your mine, not theirs!”

   At this point you were blushing as well, but noticed he was beginning to get upset. “And I’m so sorry for saying that like you’re some object, cause you’re not. You’re a person who deserved to make their own choices and decisions, but goddamnit I can’t help wanting you all to myself. You’re- you’re…” he paused and looked at you. “You’re special… to me. I don’t want anyone taking you away from me. I know i’m being a hypocrite but don’t go back out there. Stay here and be mine-”

   Jamil was cut off by you kissing him passionately on the lips. His eyes widened before they fell closed and he snaked his arms around your waist, tugging you flush against him with a growl. 

   His tongue swiped at your lips and you parted them obediently. He smirked and chuckled lowly before slipping it into your mouth. “Good girl.” You moaned through the kiss and felt your knees weaken. He pulled you around and lifted you effortlessly onto the counter. His kisses moved from your lips to your neck where he simultaneously worshipped and abused your skin.

   Love bites and dark bruises displayed his rough treatment, but the sighs that fell from your lips told him that you were enjoying it greatly. Silently he pulled back to observe his handiwork and smirked at the amount of marks he had left behind. Some would be easy to hide, whereas others he had left strategically in places that would be impossible to cover up. He felt a little guilty, knowing that you would be slightly upset later for making it so hard to hide the fact that he had been kissing you, but seeing something almost like a name tag, or a brand, that signified you were his and his alone, stirred something in him and he was tempted to never let you leave his sight without a mark warning people off about advancing on you.

   “Jamil…” you spoke shakily. He looked at you and how wrecked you were just from some kisses and his gaze darkened with lust. His tongue licked his lips subconsciously and he watched you shiver in reaction. “I have something important to tell you…”

   He raised an eyebrow and moved his head to the other side of your neck, placing kisses and marks there as well. It made it very hard to think so you momentarily pushed him away, making him growl in displeasure. “Don’t feel bad about being possessive over me, okay? Because when you are…” you hesitated, “it’s really freaking hot.”

   His eyes widened and an almost evil smile drew up on his lips. “That so… well, then I guess you don’t mind me leaving a few more marks over here,” he licked a stripe up your neck drawing a gasp from you, “to show the whole world that you belong to me!” He snarled it out before biting lightly at your skin and relishing in the way you tilted your head to the side with a moan. Yeah, he could get used to you hanging out with other boys so long as he got to do this to you before and after.

[yan-twst]

Idk if I made it in time for requests so I'll send it in anyway feel free to delete if too late but headcannons of Yandere Malleus, Kalim and Leona with a darling who loves them back but is scared of being tied to royalty?

a/n: just a quick heads up- kalim isn’t royalty (i used to think he was like, the son of the sultan when i got into twst) like in the sense his family isn’t connected to the crown, however he is the heir to an incredibly powerful and influential family! it still works for the effects of being incredibly stressed to being connected to such important family- think of it as old money rich families- but just thought i’d give a heads up bc i don’t refer to him as royalty in this one. also i’m working off the assumption that the relationship is already like, happening because i don’t want to make these way longer than needed

warnings: general yandere themes, implied violence

❥ leona kingscholar

it all comes off as... almost mockery, really. it leaves a sour taste on his mouth- he can see how his darling tenses at his presence whenever his title is mentioned, how they seem to stress whenever leona’s brother writes about how he should bring his lover to the palace to meet him

it’s not them trying to make leona feel unappreciated or feared, but that’s what they do. he’s spent too long being compared to his brother, being whispered about by servants- it wouldn’t be too far off to say that he almost feels betrayed by his significant other because of this, even if their reluctance isn’t necessarily aimed at him

he isn’t above using pressure to keep them right by his side. royalty might be annoying, but it’s also pressuring and crushing. he knows better than anyone that his darling can easily crumple under it all, and he uses it for his own advantage before they can slink away from him

their face shown to the entire afterglow savannah. being presented to farena and his wife. cheka’s constant cheering and asking “when they’re gonna marry uncle leona”. he has no trouble taking his darling back home by telling them how excited farena is to see them- surely they aren’t about to disappoint the king, are they? and once there, it’s all in his ballcourt.

court manners, keeping up appearance, smile for the citizens, wave as leona puts his arm around their shoulder, try not to go pale and fall when farena introduces them as leona’s partner- this isn’t a marriage announcement, but it might as well be. after all, is it even possible to split off now...? now that everyone seems to think leona’s found his genuine love, that it’s a sweet love story of the ill tempered second prince falling in love with a no-name commoner and tossing aside traditions of royalty marrying royalty to bring them to his kingdom... it’s such a sweet story for everyone, except perhaps for the poor soul that’s trapped in the relationship with no exits

and oh, if pressure isn’t enough, then pain and threats surely will be. leona seems to easily pick his own desires over his darling’s comfort; after all, he so easily chose to shackle them to the relationship just because he feared their insecurities would cause them to leave. now that they’re effectively trapped to him by everyone’s gazes being in them, he just has to keep them docile and obedient, keep them from causing a scene. 

he’s careful enough not to bruise anywhere visible if he thinks punishment is needed; long gone are the days when he’d perhaps tolerate his darling not doing as he pleased, replaced by his seemingly unwavering intent to train them into absolute submission. it’s more so mortifying when he decides to drag their loved ones into the ordeal: perhaps they’re willing to withstand pain themselves, but would they want anything bad to happen to their beloved friends back at nrc, hm? 

“are you being cold to me? you should know better by now.” he isn’t necessarily angry, per se, but annoyed- by now they do know it’s already bad to have him in that mood. there’s an added danger of being back at nrc now that break is over; there’s no longer guards stationed outside the room, no longer the danger of cheka bursting in- which means leona has little to no reason to not be as horrible as he wants, provided he makes sure they can’t scream too loud beforehand. the bruises on their arms still hurt from being gripped too tightly last time he considered they weren’t behaving as affectionately as they should, and the memory immediately makes them tense. without even asking why he’s accusing them of being cold now, they apologize- meek, docile, spineless- and the grin on his face grows. perhaps they’d been to scared at the thought of being connected to royalty before and failed to realize it wasn’t leona’s connection to royalty what made a relationship with him dangerous: how many red flags had they missed before? how many of those quirks and things they chalked off to leona being a bit too possessive or territorial had been warning signs to this eventual outcome? dwelling on the past did nothing to soothe the pains of the present, though. “hmph, i don’t think i’m buying that apology. if you really want to get off without a punishment, put me in a good mood first. you can do that much, can’t you, herbivore?”

❥ kalim al-asim

sweet, innocent and cheerful kalim would seem like the sort of person who wouldn’t understand anxieties over being connected to a powerful family. he gives off such a bubbly and happy impression that such things would simply slip his mind

oh, but they don’t. he himself has suffered at being tied to his family- he’s been through enough attempted assassinations and kidnappings and poisonings that he’s almost de-sensitized to it all. he’s sunny, yes, but it’s almost surprising how cheery he is considering all he’s been through

perhaps that’s why he’s almost... sympathetic to his darling when he finally understands their plight. it’s a relief, really- it’s not that they don’t love him! he’s fine, they’re fine- it’s just a little bit of anxieties! 

he understands, really... it’s so scary to have people wanting to get rid of you. well, it’s different for him, because he’s lived this way all his life, but his darling hasn’t... it must be scary for them... kalim’s affection and his simple mind, combined with his love that runs a bit too deeply mix

good intentions or not, the result is nothing more than glorified imprisonment, really. it begins with him happily saying that he asked crowley for permission to get some guards from back home to come to nrc to make sure nobody tries to break into his darling’s dorm, to then kalim insisting they spend their nights in scarabia for added safety- it snowballs from there

don’t eat the cafeteria food if it hasn’t been poison tested! actually, don’t eat in the cafeteria at all, he’ll provide the food. they don’t have someone like jamil by their side, so try not to wander outside alone! in fact, always have him close if they go out, ok? 

... and of course, it ends up with maybe don’t leave the dorm, since it could be dangerous, and by then? it’s too late. kalim interpreted their anxiety as fear of dangers, because he’s put in danger because of his position, and so he seems to tell himself that as long as he keeps them safe everything is fine

even if they don’t want to do as he says, he’s just... keeping them safe. it’s his duty, as a good boyfriend, right? even if it’s painful to hear them cry from their room as he locks the door, even after he has to keep a chain on their ankle to keep them from trying to pick the lock... kalim doesn’t enjoy their pain, doesn’t relish in the sadism most nrc students seem to inherently have. but he still thinks he’s doing what he must to keep them safe: after all, wasn’t it them who were scared before...?

“i got you this, it reminded me of you! please, won’t you try it on? i’m sure it’ll look amazing on you, and it matches with me... oh, if you don’t like the colour of the gems i could get you another one, too!” kalim opens the box to  present a bracelet. it’s objectively a fine piece of art- surely it’s pure gold and carved jewels, a priceless piece that most could merely dream of even looking at through a glass display, and yet to kalim, there isn’t really a price too high for his lover. they’re his most beloved treasure; and he seems to protect them as such, too, if the chain connecting the cushined cuff on their ankle to the wall says anything. it’s covered in gold and long enough they can wander around the room, but a golden chain still remains a chain. it’s almost silly to think back on how this hell began, with them being anxious over being connected to such an affluent family as the asim family was- in fact, the threats of poisonings or kidnappings hadn’t even crossed their mind until kalim began to protect them from it. and now this was life- kalim seemed to willingly ignore every single time they tried to lash out, acting as if everything was fine, showering them with gifts as if new and expensive belongings could somehow soothe the loss of their freedoms. and maybe it was partly their fault too- after all, they let him put the bracelet on their wrist, let him cheer about how pretty they looked. it was so hard to lash out against him, despite him doing all of this- knowing that he genuinely had no bad intentions, that it was all born out of love and desire to protect, but they were still prisoners with no escape.

❥ malleus draconia

there’s nothing that malleus dreads more than being feared by his darling. that’s what sets them apart from others, what makes him so obsessed, to finally have found someone to show even an inkling of kindness to him, to show him a glimmer of warmth after a life of being feared, of being shunned

he... can’t understand. why are they scared of being tied into royalty? as he sees it, it’s a step up from their current life- power, riches, comfort, those are all things that people dream of, things men have gone to war over, things he can give them. malleus doesn’t seem to comprehend the pressure of it all to someone who’s simply never been involved with the crown- he’s never truly had friends outside of his parental figure or guards, always surrounded by those who work for the crown or are part of the court.

his frustration makes him turn to his instincts. he isn’t willing to lose his darling, not over something like this- even if in reality, he’d be unwilling to let go no matter the reason. what good is power and status if he can’t at least keep the one person he loves the most...? why would he not use said power to keep them by his side?

he seems to think that if he just pushes them headfirst into it, they’ll adjust. a sort of “rip the bandaid” method; they’re anxious over being tied to fae royalty, so why can’t he just show them it’s truly nothing to stress over? they don’t need to worry about ruling or about duties- their title as royalty in the future wouldn’t mean much. they’re malleus’ lover first and foremost, their only true duties would be to stay by his side as they’ve been doing

malleus makes his decision almost worryingly quickly. it’s perhaps because this obsessive attitude has been in him all along, simply brought up by the slight bump in the relationship. maybe his draconic instincts to hoard could be blamed, or maybe his lack of real relationships, or maybe he simply was never meant to love in the regular sense

it... really doesn’t help that most fae don’t think too highly of humans. when malleus drags a clearly terrified and unwilling little human back home and declares them to be his future spouse, the fae court really seems to think of them more as the prince’s pet rather than a lover, leave alone an unwilling victim. if anything, there’s more pressure added to them, the fact that in the castle there isn’t really any ally for them

he’s persistent. malleus doesn’t want to hurt his darling much, but his temper isn’t quite stable. test him too much and he’ll snap, electricity and magic humming in the air. the faster his darling learns that the best path for them is to just do as he says, to hold him and kiss him and try and hide how their body tenses and hands shake when he enters the room, the better it’ll be for them. it’s not like they’re going to be getting any other life soon- upon returning to nrc, malleus doesn’t see the need for them to attend classes. after all, their future is already decided as a docile spouse to a king, they aren’t going to be needing much of an education, as much as they simply have to learn to be a doting and gentle spouse to him.

“i don’t understand why you’re so stressed over this.” malleus sounds genuinely confused, arms crossed as he stares at his darling. the poor thing flinches at his voice, quickly composing themselves, as if trying to hide said moment of vulnerability from him- the last thing they want is for malleus to grow more upset because he once again is forced to realize his own lover is terrified of him. still, he steps closer, close enough to cup their cheek with one of his cold hands. it takes all of their willpower to not stiffen under his touch. they’re extra jumpy today, mainly because lilia dropped by to begin court etiquette lessons. the fae’s ways are much different from humans, but from what they hear, malleus doesn’t plan on having them discuss many affairs with the court to warrant more than some infrequent reminders by lilia on how to behave. still, that does little to calm their nerves, especially because they know the reason why despite the fact they’ll soon be royalty that they’ll still have little duties. malleus caresses their cheek, thumb moving to gently swipe over their lower lip (the urge to lunge and bite seems to still scream from a corner of their brain. the urge to rebel against this, to try and claw back at their old life- urges they ignore and suppress. it’s useless- it’s all useless now, and they know trying to stand for themselves is just asking for malleus to lose it again and hurt them beyond belief in his anger). he seems satisfied with their response; that is, with the lack of response, minimal flinching and tensing, things he’s slowly become keenly aware of, are good, and speaks again what weighs heavily on their mind. “you won’t have to deal with the court much. you’ll be my spouse- your title doesn’t mean anything to worry about. you’ll simply have to continue to love me as i love you; your only job is to stay by my side forever.”

[the-mirror-witch]

Congratulations on 100 followers!!! Can I ask for a headcannon with the dorm leaders and a strong s/o please!

(First ask, yay! Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy.)

Riddle Rosehearts:

Well, he certainly wasn’t expecting his s/o to be this strong.

He almost pinches himself to make sure he isn’t dreaming. But no, that’s his s/o lifting tables and rearranging them for the Unbirthday party like it was nobody’s business.

He asks his s/o over tea how they managed to achieve such strength. Were they used to manual labor or were they simply born with enhanced physical prowess? 

All in all, he is very impressed by his s/o’s abilities and is proud in their abilities.

However, if Ace makes one more joke about how his s/o can bench press him, it’s OFF WITH HIS HEAD-

Leona Kingscholar:

Having grown up in the Afterglow Savannah, Leona is used to being around people with impressive physical strength (especially if they’re female-)

But to seeing his s/o possess such abilities would still come as a surprise to him. 

His pride suffers a massive blow if Ruggie ever convinces Leona’s s/o to pick his lazy lion butt up and carry him to class (If he catches Ruggie snickering than that hyena had better be prepared-)

Once his pride recovers, he’ll be smug as hell over how strong his herbivore is.

Seeing his s/o go toe-to-toe with Savanaclaw members would be freaking hilarious to him since he knows his s/o would demolish them.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Having his s/o helping around the Mostro Lounge would be a significant asset, to say the least.

He’s seen his s/o carry several trays of food in their arms without breaking a sweat. 

S/o also comes in handy whenever Floyd gets into one of his moods-

Every time he holds his s/o’s hand, he is acutely aware of how powerful those hands are. 

He’d never admit it, but those hands make him feel safe, as if nothing from his past could hurt him anymore. 

But, please, for the love of the Sea Witch, he prays that his s/o never gives in to Floyd’s goading that they pick Azul up.

He has a reputation to uphold and he’d be so overcome with embarrassment that he may never emerge from his pot again. 

That’s okay, his s/o could probably carry his pot around.

Kalim Al-Asim:

Oh boy, a whole pot of scarabs has been opened the moment Kalim finds out how strong his s/o is.

“Hey! Can you lift this! Oh, how about this! And this too! Haha, this is so fun! Try caring this!”

S/o may have to put their foot down at some point.

“Kalim, no, I can not lift an elephant.”

This sunshine boy simply can’t help his enthusiasm. He just thinks its so cool how his s/o is able to lift so many things. Plus, they’re also a huge help to Jamil!

At some point, he will absolutely do that thing were he runs at his s/o when their hands are full just to see if they catch him.

They do.

Vil Schoenheit:

Vil is fully aware of how important the maintenance of one’s body is. Being a professional model, he also has to maintain a certain degree of physical fitness, so he is fully supportive of his s/o’s strength.

If his s/o has a workout regime they follow in order to maintain their strength, then Vil would be interested and even suggest participating. 

This man has got his s/o covered, making sure they have whatever vitamins and energy drinks they need.

He is very proud of his little potato for having the initiative to maintain their strength. Dedication and hark-work go a long way, you know. 

Idia Shroud:

Error! Error! System shutdown!

Poor boy was caught completely off-guard by how strong his s/o is. 

How did this happen? What life-hack did they use?

Please don’t bring up how many times he’s accidentally set off the sprinkler system while watching his s/o work-out.

He can’t help but make comparisons to video game characters. If he’s feeling particularly bold, he may even refer to his s/o as one of those characters as an inside-joke. 

Malleus Draconia:

“Well, well, child of man, aren’t you full of surprises?”

He is pleasantly surprised by his s/o’s strength. He finds the whole thing to be very amusing.

He will never forget the time Sebek challenged his s/o to an arm wrestling competition in order to proof their worthiness. 

Needless to say, s/o utterly destroyed Sebek. Poor Sebek can never life it down, since Lilia took pictures. 

Sometimes he will place feather-light kisses to his s/o’s strong hands, commenting on how truly powerful they must be, to be able to hold his heart this way. 

[realllllfangirllllll]

More Than Friends ||

Chp. 40 {FINAL}

Masterlist

CEO!Jaehyun AU x Reader

College Student!Jaemin AU x Reader

Summary: After a complicated relationship with the infamous CEO, you want nothing more than to live your life as a normal college student; however, Mr. CEO just can’t let you go.

{ Previous / Epilogue }

Song Recommendation for this Chp:

You clutched onto your phone as you turned away from the Effiel Tower. Your body froze, not knowing what to do as you stared at the man who just screamed your name. 

There he was. The beautiful man you thought about everyday was now running towards you, desperately trying to reach you and pushing through the crowd of tourists. He avoided the nosy glances from strangers and only had his eyes on you. He had enough empty nights without you by his side and could not prolong this meeting any longer. You, on the other hand, were taken aback by his sudden appearance.

Your limbs became ignorant of your heart, and you started running away from him. You didn’t understand why, but seeing him here in Paris made you scared. You suddenly realized that you weren’t prepared to have him in your life again. No, you weren’t ready to be in his life again. It was clear that your presence in his life made it difficult for not only him, but you as well, and you weren’t sure if you could handle that again.

You continued running down a couple of streets, trying to get rid of the man chasing you like you just committed a crime. No matter how fast you ran or how many times you swiveled through a crowded group, he would still be right behind you. Your phone rang and you looked at the caller ID. 

It read My Love.

When you saw Jaehyun’s contact name pop up, it was as if your mind was finally getting a grip onto itself. Taeyong’s advice suddenly came into mind, “Don’t give up on love because if you do, no one is going to chase it for you.” Your limbs finally listened to your heart’s desire and you stopped running, standing in front of what you assumed was an old shop. Waiting for a few seconds, you see Jaehyun turn a corner and stopped when he saw you standing there. He lowered his phone from his face and caught up with you.

He was now standing right in front of you, breathlessly saying, “Jesus y/n, how do you run like that...”

You stared at his tired figure guiltily and apologized, “Sorry... I shouldn’t have done that, I was just surprised to see you.” You were suddenly nervous and timid as you spoke to him. You looked down at the ground and started mumbling quickly, “I mean I did do track and field for a long time so I guess that paid off even though I didn’t know I still had that in me it was more of a kick of instinct you know I really didn’t know why I did that sorr-”

Two strong hands made its way on your shoulders, and you immediately stopped mumbling out of nervousness. You looked up at him as he lifted your chin up with his hand. He let out a sigh and stared at you apologetically, “Why are you so scared? Do I make you feel like that?”

You shook your head quickly, not wanting him to feel like he did something wrong. Softly you told him, “It’s not like that... I just feel like I should apologize for putting you through all these terrible things... I was about to call you and then you suddenly appeared out of nowhere and scared the heck outta me. So that’s why I’m kind of shaking from nervousness,” you let out a soft chuckle.

Suddenly, he stepped closer to you, closing the space between the two of you. Your heart was beating quickly and you held your breath, nervous from being this close to him after weeks of being deprived of his presence. His fresh scent of copra and lime invaded your nostrils. He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “Close your eyes.” You did as you were told and anxiously waited for what he was going to do.

To your anticipation, nothing happened, but suddenly, you felt him put something in your hands. You opened your eyes and found yourself holding a hand cream. Confusion was written all over your face as you looked at Jaehyun. “Lotion?”

He gave you his classic dimple smile and replied, “Lotion.”

You were about to become furious, but he put his hands in yours and explained, “I’m sorry y/n. I’m sorry for putting you through all this mess. It was never your fault. You didn’t deserve any of this. Hell, you don’t even deserve me. You deserve someone so much better. I am too flawed... I dragged you into this lifestyle knowing you didn’t want the spotlight. I made you hide our love for the sake of my reputation. I was too caught up with loving you that I never realized how much I trapped you. It was nobody’s fault but me and my selfish tendencies. I was too greedy to ask for both success and love so now I’m face to face with its consequences. However, I choose you. I choose love. I can’t live without you because nothing in the world means more to me than you, y/n. So I hope you accept my apology. I mean, my lotion.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he waited for your response.

You smiled at him as he was the person who made you feel like everything else in the world didn’t matter too. You chuckled at the thought of him giving you a lotion. You had a quick flashback to the day you challenged him to a “tickle war” and told him how you would rather him say “lotion” than “sorry.” Intertwining your fingers together, you replied, “I’m lotion too.”

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug, softly whispering next to your ears, “I’ll never let you go through things like that ever again. You’re mine and I’ll protect you forever.” He then pulled back, giving you a long-awaited kiss. It felt like everything around the two of you disappeared as your lips connected. You took in the presence of his warmth and smiled against the kiss. Gently pulling back, you told him, “I want you to meet someone.”

You pulled him to Taeyong’s cafe shop near the area and went to the counter to find him, excited to show him Jaehyun in person, as a way to thank him. However, the lady at the cashier told you he returned to his hometown for business and left a note for me.

Dear y/n, 

I won’t be coming back to Paris anytime soon, but I know you must be happy now. You are a strong woman who knows what’s best for yourself. I believe you are now with the man you love so don’t think about anything or anyone else. The world shouldn’t judge you for the beautiful love you share. Cherish it and ignore everything else because nothing even matters as long as you’re with the person you love. I hope we meet again someday. 

Your therapeutic barista, Taeyongie~

Smiling, you placed the note in your bag. He must be your guardian angel sent from heaven, you thought.

Regardless, the two of you stayed at the cafe and sat at the same window-side table. You felt happy as you peered over the passing tourists with the man you love. The waitress came to place your order on the table and you smiled, remembering when Taeyong treated you to this delicious cake.

“What’s wrong?,” Jaehyun asked you as you snap back to reality. You smiled brightly and told him the whole story as he listened attentively, gazing adoringly at the way you explained it to him.

Suddenly, your phone rang and you became nervous again. When Jaehyun saw your face, he questioned with concern, “Is there anything wrong? Who is it?”

You gave him a forced, reassuring smile and answered the call. “Hey...” you halfheartedly greeted your brother.

The other side of the call answered, “Are you ok? Did he find you?”

“Wait what? You know?” 

You continued talking on the phone giving Jaehyun weird glances once in a while.

Before you ended the call, Xiaojun told you, “You know I always want what’s best for you right? You can go back to Korea if you want to. I’m always just a phone call away.”

“I know, thanks Dejun.” You ended the call and looked at Jaehyun with suspicion, “You met with my brother?”

He let out a deep chuckle and replied, “He’s a great person. I really respect him.”

Even more surprised, you asked him, “Are we still talking about Xiaojun here or did I miss something?”

Laughing at your reaction, he told you, “Nope, we’re talking about the one and only, Xiao Dejun.”

“Are you sure? I think you must have met his doppelgänger. We are talking about the same person who makes my boyfriends suffer and hunts down my exes.”

Jaehyun stopped laughing and leaned closer towards you with a skeptical look on his face, “Boyfriends? Exes? Is there a problem I need to take care of right now? Because I will team up with Xiaojun and hunt those people down.”

You rolled your eyes, “Now I see why the two of you got along. You possessive beasts.”

He laughed as you joined him a few seconds later. The rest of the afternoon was spent in the warm coffee-scented cafe, bickering relentlessly for fun and showing skinship every so often.

When evening came around, the two of you decided to head back to the Effiel Tower to watch the night sky. Walking hand in hand, you no longer felt empty. You were with the person who made you whole, gazing up at the beautiful night view. Jaehyun would steal a few glances at you every once in a while, gazing lovingly at you. Sitting down at a nearby bench, you laid down on his lap and examined the beautiful human being who’s heart only beats for you. You giggled and started playing with his hand, feeling like a kid at a candy shop. 

“Are you ok little baby? Do I need to check you into a mental hospital?”

You glared at him as he gave you an amused look. “I told you I. Am. Not. Little. Also, can I not admire my lovely boyfriend under this beautiful night sky?”

Smiling at you, he stared at you for a few seconds before suddenly kissing your forehead, “I wish you were little, so I could keep you in my pocket. No one would be able to hurt you and I can be by your side forever.”

Scrunching up your nose, you replied, “You’re weird.” 

“You just ruined the moment y/n...” he responded and began pouting.

Laughing, you sat up and kissed his pouting lips. Slightly pulling away, you whispered, “I’ll always be by your side, forever.”

Jaehyun’s cheeks flushed and you started laughing, “Awhh is my Jaehyunie shy?”

Rolling his eyes, you pinched his cheeks and continuously teased him. Just then, your phone rang with an incoming facetime call from Soyeon.

You press accept and the first thing you saw was her overly excited face as she screamed, “Hi! HI! CONGRATULATIONS ON ‘OPERATION LOVE’S’ SUCCESS!”

“Wait what?” you stared at your phone screen in confusion.

“Oh whoops sorry that was meant for Jaehyun,” She tried to cover her laughter by putting her mouth over her hand.

You felt Jaehyun’s head on your shoulders as he appeared in the frame of the video call. He smiled and told Soyeon, “Thank you.”

“OH MY GOD!! SO IT WAS A SUCCESS!! MARK LUCAS JOHNNY COME OVER! LOOK!!!” Both of you laughed as Soyeon dramatically called for your friends. 

“I need to know the whole story so spill!” Soyeon bombarded the two you with questions while she waited for the guys to come over. 

Jaehyun was about to say something when all three guys walked into the screen with a heavy expression on their faces. You greeted them warmly but no one seemed to be happy to see the two of you.

“Are the three of you blind or what?” Jaehyun questioned them with a skeptical tone.

A few seconds passed before Mark spoke with a sigh, “What the heck man... We’re all disappointed in you.”

Confused, Jaehyun asked, “What? For being with y/n again? I thought we were planning this together. Did you guys have memory loss or what?”

“Are you not happy for us?” You spoke out of insecurity and worry that your friends don’t approve of the relationship.

Lucas assured you quickly, “No, that’s not it y/n, we’re happy for you guys. We really are. But there are bigger problems at hand right now.”

You and Soyeon looked at them with concern as Jaehyun let out a sigh of frustration and cursed under his breath, “It’s because of me huh...”

I turned to him, surprised, “What do you mean? What happened? Someone tell me what the hell is going on right now!”

Johnny leaned forward to the cam and said, “He-”

“Don’t tell her,” Jaehyun stopped him and reached for your phone. “I’ll tell her myself. See you guys soon, bye.”

He abruptly ended the call and I glared at him, “Tell me what...”

Before speaking, he grabbed your shoulders and made you face him, “Look. Before I tell you anything, promise me that you won’t get mad ok?”

Looking at him with a straight face, you said, “Speak.”

“I quit.”

“Huh?”

“I quit.”

“You what now?”

“I resigned from my position as CEO of SM Management before coming to Paris.”

You shook his arms off you and scolded him, “Are you insane?! Even after all this mess, you decide to just give everything up? You worked so hard for it, and you throw it all away just like that?”

He held your hand and pulled you a little closer to him in an attempt to calm you down. He told you softly, “Listen baby, I’m not going to put work over you ever again. I know what I’m doing.”

You crossed your arms and scoffed, “Don’t ‘baby’ me. I’m not going to just sit still knowing I made you quit your career. Let’s go, we’re going back to Korea right now.”

To your surprise, he laughed and pulled you down onto his lap. Anger started boiling in your body and you whisper-shouted in an attempt to avoid causing a scene in public, “Jung Yoonoh! Let go of me right now.”

You tried to squirm out of his hold, but he held you in his arms tightly, refusing to let go. He spoke softly to you, his breath tickling your ear, “I’m not going to let go until you calm down and listen to me, ok?”

Letting out a huff of defeat, you relaxed your body in his lap and said, “Fine. Now speak.”

He continued softly, “It’s true that I resigned from something I worked really hard for, but I know what I’ve done and I don’t regret it at all.”

“But-”

He cupped your cheek to turn you towards him, “No buts. Listen. I know you were going to act like this when you find out because you’re afraid I might’ve lost my most precious possession, but that’s not true. I have you and that’s all that matters. You mean the most to me baby, ok?”

“But Jaeh-”

He raised an eyebrow at you, daring you to finish your statement. When you sealed your lips again, he continued, “I know you’re also worried that I might have lost my future because I’m too lovestruck right now, but that is also not true. I quit because I know there’s a better opportunity waiting for me. I’m going to start a new company, one I will build myself without relying on sponsors or other toxic elites. I will climb back on my throne solely by my own sweat and blood with the support of my love and friends. So you don’t have to worry at all, ok baby?”

You were hesitant in answering him. Suddenly, he cupped both sides of your face and leaned closer, asking, “Ms. y/l/n, will you accompany me in this journey by being CEO?”

Your eyes widen, “Yoonoh, I’m only a college student...”

Laughing, he responded, “And?”

Shaking your head out of disbelief, you thought to yourself how you met such a crazy man. All because of a drunken one night stand, you now find yourself in the bench of Paris, sitting on the most ambitious and psychotic man whom you call your boyfriend. You thought to yourself that sometimes, life hits you with the hardest challenges, but it also makes sure to reward those who work even harder. And so, you find yourself on this thrilling adventure with Jung Jaehyun— a currently jobless man who still seems to have the determination of a soldier and the heart of a lion.

At this point, what haven’t you been through? You experienced a complicated “friends with benefits” relationship, being poisoned by a jealous rich girl, and having the media of South Korea relentlessly hunt you down. 

And so, you decided to accept Jaehyun’s invitation with a soft, “I’ll do anything, as long as it’s with you.” After all, you promised him you would stay by his side forever, and vice versa, because you both know that this wasn’t just a “friend with benefits” relationship. You and Jaehyun were more than friends. 

You and Jaehyun were true lovers.

———

• You have reached the end of More Than Friends •

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○○ eyez | outtake six

THE FADER | Meet the Coles

J. Cole has cemented himself in history as one of Hip-Hop’s most enigmatic forces. The rapper has sold millions of albums, toured the world, and has come the image of sophisticated cool. Now, he is now one half of the industry’s up and coming power couples. Take an exclusive look at the story of how this duo’s love story became the new meaning of ‘Relationship Goals.’

By Leona Ryder

There’s a light wind outside as I sit by the window of a famed Italian restaurant within the semi-remote North Carolina town. About five hundred thousand people live within the city limits and even with the fairly large population, there is a sense of community and togetherness. As any city would, there are sprawling estate communities and struggling hoods. But in a certain mid-class neighborhood is where one of hip-hop’s rising unions reside, hiding in plain sight. The street seems to be quiet during the day, with the laughter of children filling the air in the early afternoons. Sprawling green lawns, tall trees, and the clear blue skies seems to come right out of a magazine. One could say it’s a long way from the homes some of us know, while others would even say that it was a step down from the life they knew. But for the Cole family, it seems to be right at home.

I’m sitting in the living room of the home and it’s a cozy space that crosses between contemporary flair and traditional family warmth. Pictures line the shelves of moments past, from gigs and shows to some of their more intimate moments—dates, wedding photos, and childhood milestones. The woman of the house was even hospitable enough to make lunch to eat. It’s almost like a movie or a wholesome sitcom of the past.

“Don’t be fooled,” She warns. “This is just after I picked up after the hurricane,” She laughs after referring to her one-year-old.

The world has been nothing short of fascinated with the story of rapper J. Cole and his wife Beija—the two work within the Dreamville Records label, and with a couple years under the belt, a harmonious yet long road to marriage and a child to show for all of it, it seems that that they’ve fought tooth and nail to keep their lives somewhat under the surface. It’s no wonder, considering how far the two have come.

“I met [Beija] the night Forest Hills Drive released,” The 33-year-old rapper and producer retells a story that although may be fresh to near ears, friends have probably have heard it a thousand times before. It’s written all over his face that he never grows tired of telling it. “She had been working with Dreamville for seven months before that,” At the time, Beija was working on her master’s degree in Music Management at New York University—“he swears someone was ducking him,” was her response. Cole continues to describe the night he laid eyes on the woman who unbeknownst to him, would end up bearing his first child: words like ‘enchanting’ and phrases like ‘stopped me in my tracks.’ It’s clear that the woman possesses a hold on this man that many women only dream about or read in novels.

Their love story is nothing like the fairy tales that one reads out of the magazines. Controversy and public shock seemed to surround Cole’s divorce from his first wife like a fog, and who was once considered one of the most reclusive artists of the current generation had been forced back into the spotlight. “Looking back, I’m not surprised at what happned. At the time, no one knew about it other than myself and our manager. The plan was to let it process in private,” Beija explains. Of course, the plans derailed heavily after pictures were leaked of the couple embracing one another. Social media was set ablaze because of it, causing conversation and discourse throughout the duration of the divorce that Cole was given no choice but to reveal.

“I can honestly say that even though I’ve been in the game for a while now, those kind of situations still don’t feel real—they always feel like outer body experiences,” He describes. “But even then I was worried more about her than me. Let’s keep it real; women suffer far more than men in any category one could name, and when it comes to situations like ours, the woman will always be blamed, even if it was never her fault. What nobody will understand is that she went out of her way to avoid the feelings we shared when I was in my previous marriage. I pined for her, not the other way around. I longed for her, wanted her, fell in love with her. And I did it openly, and without restraint. It had nothing to do with anything she did. All she ever wanted initially was to be a good friend to me. That is what bothered me for the longest about it. To this day I still hold a piece of guilt for how I pulled both her and my ex-wife into such a crazy scenario. Thankfully, we’re all in a place where we can be at peace with how things turned out.”

The media and our intrusive society aren’t the only hurdles that this couple have had to jump over—from the harassment investigation that went on in December 2017 and Beija’s hospitalization earlier the same year is just the tip of the iceberg. But Beija plans to turn at least one of those struggles into something positive. “No one really knows why I was hospitalized—there were many fans who theorized and wondered, but for the most part I kept it to myself. But now that I am getting some balls rolling I want to be a bit more open with my situation. I have been suffering from depression for years now, and I have plans to start a charity that will be under the Dreamville Foundation umbrella to focus on those issues,” She explained. “Mental illness isn’t a joyful topic but it needs to eb spoken on, especially in the black community. So many have spoken about it before, but I want to go even further than that and work towards not only conversation, but action so that no one else will feel the way I felt that day, or that we don’t have to hear anymore stories of our friends and family making that final decision.”

But through all the chaos and trauma, it seems that this family has muscled through it all and are now living in a world they have made all their own. Inside the walls of their home, J. Cole is only Jermaine, or ‘Daddy’ to his daughter. Beija is no longer the budding businesswoman, but a wife and mother. To their daughter, these people are not public figures but simply her parents, and they prefer it that way. “I honestly don’t want [my daughter] to know who I really am until she’s old enough to understand what it all comes with. I want her to feel like she’s just a child, and not a star’s child,” He says.

“Her experiencing a taste of ‘fame’ will be inevitable, though,” It becomes clear that the couple works because of their balance—while Jermaine is ideals, Beija is truth. “One day they’re going to tell her, ‘Youre J. Cole’s daughter. You’re Beija Cole’s daughter.’ I know this because people already tell me, ‘You’re J. Cole’s wife.’ But what I feel will be the key factor to her development is her knowing that she’s beyond our shadows. She will find her identity and we will help her find it. She will be okay, and it’s up to us to ensure that she will.”

Read the full interview here: thefader.com/meet_the_coles

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may i request some hc about yandere dorm leaders of what type of ring will they bought to propose (force, in the view of MC) to their darling? Thank you in advance >w

warnings: general yandere themes, drug mentions (love potions)

riddle rosehearts

he’d want something tasteful but fancy- something to make it clear that his darling is with someone like him. after all, the rosehearts last name, while not even close to a royal family or any noble name, does hold merit with their magic prowess

it’d definitely have a gold band, and a tasteful red jewel. while the queen of hearts does not state any rule for proposals, riddle believes in upholding the aesthetics she promoted

it’s enchanted so that if his darling ever takes it off, it’ll alert him. it’s a test of a kind: his darling could take it off, without any direct negative effects... but riddle will know. 

and he will demand to know why they’re taking the ring off. the ring is a show of the promise to marry him- why take it off? are they thinking of cheating?!

leona kingscholar

a ring, a ring... well, he knows it’s a thing that’s needed for a marriage; and he does want to marry his darling. it’s the ultimate form of making sure his darling can’t leave him

as lazy as he is- as in, he usually wouldn’t care about jewelry or that sort of thing- he does want something beautiful for his darling. after all, it’s going to be something they have to look at and be reminded they belong to him

he doesn’t care if the ring doesn’t match the pre-existing image of the royal family; he’ll pick whatever he think looks good. a gold band, perhaps a yellow or green jewel

he doesn’t need any spell or hex to the ring. he’s damn sure he can keep his darling from escaping just by himself; if they ever dare take it off... well, he’ll make sure they don’t do that ever again. 

besides, the social pressure of messing up their engagement with a prince will probably keep them in place; don’t worry, leona will make sure they feel the horrible parts of now being associated to the royal family

azul ashengrotto

this octopus is greedy- though he usually goes for magic abilities, he’s also accumulated quite a good amount of money from his less than tasteful business, so he’ll perhaps splurge on a ring for his darling

he’ll probably go for a silver band and a blue stone- perhaps some aquamarine? 

the ring will probably have a twisting, water-inspired design. he’ll fuss over it; after all, it has to be perfect on his darling... he isn’t above causing a scene at the ring store if he doesn’t find what he wants

he won’t tell his darling the ring is enchanted so they cannot take it off- that’s for them to find out in a moment of desperation. more of a promise of engagement, the ring is a seal of his darling’s fate: they’re in too deep, there’s no out now.

kalim al-asim

he’ll be incredibly torn. he wants the proposal to be a surprise! but- what would his darling like...?

despite his unhealthy obsession and his holding his darling captive, he tries to be perceptive to what they like, decorating their room (which is more like their cage) however they like, buying them any an all clothes they as much as look at; so... he wants them to like the ring!

but in the end, he thinks a surprise engagement is the best! 

the ring will be big and gaudy. kalim doesn’t quite know how much is too much; he’ll be swayed by the purest gold band and the biggest ruby on it

the ring is sure to attract people’s eyes in the proposal- ah, of course it’ll be at a party! with all eyes on his darling, when he pops the question, with a ring so expensive it could probably pay for a house; there’s really not a chance to say no

vil schoenheit

honestly, he’ll spend a long time trying to pick a ring. this isn’t about his darling as much as it is for him to satisfy his perfectionist side

he won’t pick a gold or silver band just based on tastes; he’ll take everything into account. his darling’s undertones, the shade of their skin- what colour jewel would look good when vil holds their hand? with the clothes vil makes them wear?

he will for sure place at least a tracking spell on the ring, and perhaps even curse it so his darling is unable to take it off- but this will only happen if he catches them trying to remove it once. 

his darling is his beloved doll; for vil, marriage is not only the ultimate way to seal the relationship, but the most perfect oportunity to dress his darling up in all the beautiful outfits he wishes; and he better not hear a peep of complaint...! well, not that he worries- the copious amount of love potion probably has his darling too dazed to even think of saying no to his proposal

idia shroud

he’s good with his hands, and at crafts in general. while he probably wouldn’t dare go and make the ring himself, he’d probably really like to design it

a silver band, a magic blue stone that glows- it fits right in with him. if he, his darling, and ortho all stood for a family portrait, they’d all fit in...!

to absolutely nobody’s shock, he’d try to slip some extra features into the ring to make sure he can always keep an eye on his darling. a micro camera small enough to hide in a ring...? a small microphone...? the possibilities are endless!

of course, his darling won’t take it off... right? RIGHT? he may not directly curse the ring or anything, but his desperate attitude and the clear crazed look in his eyes when he tells them not to remove it should be enough of a message for his darling to not take it off, or else

malleus draconia

for him, he’d like to propose and marry his darling in the traditional fae way. whether this includes a ring or not doesn’t matter; when he consults books of human courtship, a proposal ring is always mentioned, so he’ll incorporate it anyways. after all, he wants not only fae to know his darling is his- everyone must know

the dark, black metal band and the green jewel are quite reminiscent of him and his usual aesthetic, with thorn-like details holding the rather large jewel

it wouldn’t be shocking if the jewel used had already been in his possession; he does tend to hoard treasure. jewels, trinkets, his darling...

he doesn’t want to imagine his beloved would ever take the ring off, but... he knows it could happen. he’ll warn them once: the ring is cursed. take it off, and they’ll fall into a deep sleep only malleus can wake them from. can the curse be broken? who knows- malleus definitely won’t tell