— "AND WHILE YOU SLEEP, I'LL BE SCARED." overblot gang
SYNOPSIS: Your lover waking up from a horrific nightmare and scrambling to listen to your heartbeat so he can make sure you're still alive.
⊹ [ cw ] — angst, hurt/comfort, overblot, blood, glass shards injury, anxiety/panic attacks, insecurities, mentions of death, crying (them)◞
⊹ [ tags ] — ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP. GN! READER | riddle tears his room apart, leona feels immense guilt, caring leona, azul having a panic attack, vil being an absolute mess, vil speaks german, shy idia, jamil injures himself accidentally, jamil calls you 'albi' (my heart), malleus immortality angst ◞
⊹ [ w.c ] — 1.5k+◞
It's far past his scheduled time for sleep.
A bitter taste is bubbling up in his throat and frothing against his tongue. Riddle doesn't know what this wretched feeling is. All he knows is that he's terrified. Perhaps that's why he allows himself to disturb your sleep, the maddening emotions slamming against his head becoming too much for him to handle.
"I-I apologize for waking you," Riddle rasps, slipping into your shared bed and burrowing his face deep into the crook of your neck. His breaths come out in quick and fleeting puffs, heart thrumming hard against his ribs.
In the dimness of the night, the myriad of mangled and torn-up books that were strewn and flung about the room in a frenzied fury could hardly be seen. Your gaze flickered down to your lover. The tips of Riddle's fingers were a blistering raw red, his once well-groomed nails now visibly chipped at its ends.
With a touch of your tender hands, you pull him down to rest against your chest.
"I–I just…I recalled the incident of my overblot and how I hit you with that blast. H-How you nearly—" Clamping his eyes tight, Riddle dared not to finish that sentence. The boy trembles in your arms—ears fervently straining to hear the steady and melodic thump of your heart, a melody he feared he would never hear again.
A choked sob tumbles from his lips and your chest aches.
"…I'm sorry," was his quiet cry. "I'm so sorry."
Peacefully fast asleep, your back was nestled snug against the Leona's chest while his firm bicep protectively curled around your ribs.
Over the course of your relationship, Leona began to realize how much he loved having you in his arms. You were at peace when you slept, untouched and untainted by the stress and pain you dealt with every day.
He crept his free hand up your torso, cold fingers slipping underneath your shirt, skimming up your stomach, and settling above the spot on your chest where your heartbeat danced vividly against his touch. Leona splays his fingers out more, fixated on how the thrum of your life felt against his skin.
It was a daily struggle to keep his emotions at bay, ensuring that his strong feelings and magic wouldn't hurt you again. The nightmarish phantom of his blot still haunts him to this day. That wrath was an ugly and hideous beast he wished to keep locked away in the depths of his mind for all of eternity.
Yet, at the soft beat of your delicate heart against his sullied hands—Already, Leona finds himself wavering, uncharacteristically weak.
An overpowering mix of stress and strain washes over him, pooling up into watery blobs and flowing down his cheeks in faint streaks as he silently wept.
"Fuck," Leona curses, pulling your dozing form closer to him. "Fuck. Fuck, I'm sorry. You don't deserve this."
The torment of nightmares was far worse than he remembered, but this dread he felt was unquestionably different, pressing in on him like a frigid cold. The icy sensation seeps into the marrows and dips of his flesh—his sole respite being your touch, which both warmed and scorched at his skin.
"Angelfish." Azul breathlessly sputtered, blindly patting around the bed in search of your body.
Through the fringes of his blacked out vision, he could barely make out your worried drowsy visage. This caused him to panic, pulse picking up, but you were quick to soothe him—reaching a hand out to press against his cheek. Finally finding you, the octo-mer pulled you towards his side of the bed, engulfing you in a tight hug.
Azul tried to stop the flood of tears that layered his face, but your soft lips strewn with kisses on his skin seemed to further elicit his unceasing cries.
"I'm not going anywhere, Azul. I'm here." You whisper, cradling his face, but he was inconsolable. The octo-mer desperately clawed at your shirt as he pressed his ear deeper against your chest, practically melting into you.
The throbs of your heart echoed through his anguished mind, providing him with some semblance of comfort.
"Don't go….Please…" Azul sputters, body shaking from every deep, labored heave of his burning lungs, "Please."
A strangled scream awoke you from your abyssal sleep, your bleary eyes ripping open to dart here and there around the room in a manic frenzy. The ensuing shattering smash of a glass further threw your thoughts into disarray.
Your lover had stumbled off of the bed, now kneeling against the wooden flooring with the bedsheets pooling around his hips, sheets damp from the shattered glass of water on the floor.
A bloody hand clenched at his palpitating heart, glass shards digging into his skin, as his lungs fought to maintain his breathing.
You sprang from the mattress and skidded in his direction, but Jamil scrambled away from you.
"Albi, no. There's glass. Stay away. You're going to get hurt," Jamil stammered. Holding a shaky hand up, the boy avoided your gaze.
"Jamil—" Brows pinched together, you eased towards him. "I'm not going to get hurt, don't worry."
You stepped over the shards of crystal glass with caution and made your way past, "See?"
Once you were within his reach, Jamil caved in and slowly brought you into his arms—careful with his injury. He could feel the distant sting of the cuts on his hands, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Leaning down, he lay his head over your heart. Even though the batter of your heart was frantic and panicked, it somewhat provided a steady beat for him to follow as he worked to untangle the complexities in his thoughts. Your lover sunk against you, anchoring himself against the warmth your body radiated.
As the minutes pass, Idia was rapidly losing every meagre amount of confidence he managed to scrape together.
"Idia…honey? Please get up." You croon, running a hand through his flaming hair.
Though it seemed as if he didn't hear anything—Idia kept his head glued against your beating chest, refusing to get up from his position on the floor.
He's been kneeling before you for so long that the rough fabric of his pants burned and skidded against the tender skin of his knees, sending excruciating stings along the threads of his flesh.
"I—No…N-No…I can't." Idia's lips quiver, eyes glossing over as he diverts his gaze. The weight of his arms lay heavy against your legs, elbows resting by your knees while his dull nails dug into the skin at the back of your thighs.
"Why's that?" You whisper.
Idia shut his eyes. The flash of numerous dreams and nightmares he's suffered at the hands of his own demented twisted memories clouded his mind. It did not help that they were all molded out of his own self-inflicted pessimism...cruel and unforgiving. A reason as to why he couldn't bear to look at you tonight, not when the image of your mangled body was still fresh on his mind.
"I-I'm s-sor-sorry…I ca-can't get up…I need to…” he stumbles for words, his breathing picking up its pace. "I need to…need to know you're okay."
"Vil…" You worriedly murmur, pressing your lips against his mascara-stained cheeks, not minding the bitter aftertaste it left lingering in your mouth.
Laying atop the plush silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the dorm leader's eyes were ripped wide open as his chest heaved viciously. It was quite a rare sight as your lover lay vulnerable before you, heart bared open.
Oh, he was an absolute mess.
Dark streams of teary mascara ran down Vil's cheeks, his uniform wrinkled and his golden hair splayed out everywhere—unbound from its braids and tangled up.
The grip of his arms around your midsection tightens as he pressed you up closer against him, his head resting atop your chest. At the sound of your heartbeat, Vil allowed himself to unwind and let your affections banish away even the most ominous of his thoughts.
"Liebling…Es tut mir ehrlich Leid—" Vil rasps, his mother tongue dripping like honey from his lips as he suddenly found it difficult to speak the language he was so accustomed to every day.
Hushing him, you press a fleeting kiss against his brow line and Vil clamps his red-rimmed eyes shut, ceasing to say anything more.
"Hush now. Rest, my prince." You press a gentle kiss to his temple and brush the frizzes of his blonde hair away from his face.
A small smile quirks on his lips as he feels his stomach fluttering from the nickname. The look in his eyes is softly lit, warm like a candle.
One day, Malleus knows, you will be nothing more than wilted and withered ash.
It was a truth that wrapped around him like shackling chains—tearing, whipping and lashing against his raw, bare skin. No matter how hard he pulled, scratched, and screamed at it, the chains remained.
The clanging and grating iron truth about reality cannot be so easily pushed away. Human lives are fickle, and you would inevitably leave him.
Once you do, the fae prince knows he will be a mere shadow of his former self, a wretched and lonesome creature awaiting and longing for his lover who was no more than a ghost of his fleeting memories.
"I apologize for the disturbance, my treasure."
And yet, Malleus presses his hand firmly against your beating heart. A distant marching beat serving as his reminder that you were very much alive and well.
"I truly apologize." Malleus heaves, hands clamouring against your collarbone.
Although thick tension and silence still hung heavy in the air, the dragon basked in the warmth and feel of your flushed skin, a bitter smile gracing his lips as he lay beside you on the bed.
"Sweet dreams, beastie…"
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content. what made your friends think you’re dating him
incl. ace, leona & gn!reader
The suspicion started when he continuously shows up on your socials. Be it the two of you visiting cafés or arcades, he’s always in the frame! However, most of the time it’s you complaining about that boy’s ridiculous interest for basketball. On your story, it’s a picture of him dribbling the ball in the school’s basketball court, captioned with [ “just 30 more minutes” 🙄 ] in a teasing manner.
Your story will also include a shot of him aiming for the basketball ring in an arcade, him being evidently proud of his score as he reposts it on his own story. On his socials, however, will most probably contain a blurry pic of you either trying to cover the camera or your own face. It’s either that or a surprisingly nice candid picture of you.
Aside from that, your friends also start noticing how you two always, always, sit beside each other. In class? In cafeteria? If he’s not your assigned desk mate he’s moving to sit beside you whenever there’s a free period. They see how Ace casually plops down beside you, leaning in to read what you’re writing on that notebook. During friend group outings or study sessions, too. You two just naturally find seats next to each other.
When your friends knocked on your door but had leona answer it, their knees almost went weak. The intimidating Savanaclaw dorm leader looked like he just woke up and definitely not in a great mood after his rest was disrupted. What was their senior Leona doing at your dorm?! After that they’re noticing how that man is constantly in and out of your place, even when you’re not around. He’s probably made it his new napping spot.
Not only that, Leona also visits you occasionally during lunch. He doesn’t stay for long, though. Only placing your favourite juice carton on the table and asks what are you doing later. Nothing? Great, you can come to his magift practice then. When you arrived at the field, Leona passes his phone and wallet to you before doing the standard stretches. No he doesn’t have a locker, so hold ‘em for him, yeah? He chuckles when you complain about him messing up your hair by ruffling them.
can i just request tickle headcanons of any twst boys of your choosing pls and ty!
may I have your attention?
Tickling headcanons for your guy
Characters: Dorm Leaders (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus)
Synopsis: Your lover isn't paying attention to you, so what better way to get their attention than a tickle attack?
Tags: tickling, fluff, bot proofread
Word count: 258
Notes: This is my first ask, I'm so excited!!! Thanks for asking <3
ticklish rating: 7/10
was probably studying when you attacked him
full on yelps like "what are yo- aHAHAHAHA"
you’re lucky he’s not in public or else he’ll get mad, probably collaring any witnesses
he wants to be mad but he can’t get mad at you
especially when your laugh is so cute
also feels kinda bad for yelling at you, even if it was just a bit
is kinda happy you wanted his attention
but please do it in other ways
please never tickle him in public, he’d be so embarrassed
be sure to comfort him with cuddles and kisses, instant forgiveness
he’ll be blushing so hard you’ll worry about his heart rate
but it’s okay he really enjoys it
"What was that for?!" he demanded, feeling extremely vulnerable. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was in disarray. You took in his dishevelled appearance eagerly; it’s not always you see the strict Heartslaybul Dorm Leader in such a state.
"You... wanted my attention?" Riddle shook his head, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't quite place. He knew he should be angry at you for breaking his concentration, but a part of him couldn't help but gleam at your affection.
"Sorry, my Rose. I just...I don't like being caught off guard like that," he said, his voice softening slightly. "Shall we take a break? I bought some new tea leaves that we can share together."
ticklish rating: 4/10
see this man isn’t ticklish
except for his ears
probably sleeping in the botanical garden as always when you attack him
immediately squirms and flinches away, hissing like a cat
he’s glaring at you and he’s so caught off guard
"Oi, why the hell d’ya do that herbivore?"
he’s mad at you now
couldn’t you have woken him up from his nap normally
grumbles and complains, but his hand reaches for your waist, pulling you into his embrace
well your punishment is to sleep with him now
you can’t see it because he’s hugging you so tightly but he’s smiling into your hair
Leona scowled, "I'm not a cat, and it's not cute. That wasn't funny," he grumbled, his glare is so intense anyone would start trembling and apologising, but it’s you and you know he’s not being completely serious.
His eyes sparkled with mischief as he huffed, "You’ve got some nerve toyin’ with a lion." With that, Leona lunged at you without warning, trapping you in his arms and holding them tightly. "This is your punishment. Now, stop wigglin’."
As you give up and start to relax into his hold, he attacks your sensitive spots as revenge, delighting in your flushed face and gasps for air.
"Heh. What's not fair?" he teased. "I thought you liked tickling."
ticklish rating: 8/10
resident octopus is sensitive to touch since he always has his gloves on
he’s sitting in his office working at the contracts some poor unfortunate soul signed
too concentrated to notice you getting closer
he gets so flustered "w-where are you touching???"
you swear his glasses got foggy
tries to look unaffected because he wants to save face
but he’s squirming and shivering until eventually he’ll burst out laughing
and while you’re cheering in victory he’s pouting
he’s so embarrassed you saw that ungentlemanly side
snuggle him and give him kisses and he’ll cheer right up
don’t let the twins see him like this, or else your man’s gonna be short staffed every time they blackmail him with this information
since that tickling session, he’ll be more careful than ever, always on the lookout for any attacks
"Okay, okay, you win!" he gasped between laughs, his glasses crooked. "I'll take a break."
Azul turned in his chair to face you, still catching his breath, his cheeks flushed , "I can't believe you just did that." His eyes were swirling with confusion and disbelief , as if you had betrayed him.
He chuckled and shook his head. "You're impossible," he said, reaching out to pull you close. "But I suppose I can spare a few minutes to talk about my latest plans."
ticklish rating: 10/10
he’s super sensitive to tickling
he’ll be spacing out on a study date
and once your attack begins, it’s full-on cackling, like "AHAHAHAHA sto-"
he’s a giggling mess, wriggling all around trying to inch away
but you’re persistent and by the time you stopped he’s panting and his sides are still tingling, even his turban has come loose
he pouts a bit after, but he melts instantly when you hug him
how can he stay mad at you?
smiles so widely and snuggles closer
what? you tickled him to get his attention?
rest assured his attention is fully on you now, he’s physically attached to you at this point
you better help him retie his turban, or else jamil’s got more work to do
jamil just stares at you two in disapproval; idiots
Kalim laughed and shook his head. "You could have just called my name, you know. But, I have to admit, that was pretty effective, ahaha!" he said, still chuckling.
Kalim wrapped an arm around you and leaned in for a kiss. "You're always on my mind, even when I'm distracted," he said, grinning. "Even if you are a tickle monster, haha!"
"Hey, do you wanna go on a magic carpet ride?," he said, eyes wide full of excitement.
ticklish rating: 6/10
he’s not that sensitive, and he can pretend pretty well to be unaffected
he’s super focused when he’s applying makeup
he laughs a little but his scolds you half-heartedly, "Stop it, darling!"
if you persist, he’ll continue squirming and lets out more laughs
he’s a bit upset you’ve messed up his appearance
but he secretly enjoyed you vying for his attention
turns back to the mirror, makes sure there are no creases or any imperfections
once he’s sure he looks perfect he turns his attention to you
scolds you lightly for disturbing his work of art
but once that’s over he’ll be teasing you about how you couldn’t keep your hands off him
hugs you and tickles you for a bit
when he pulls away, he taps your nose teasingly, promising revenge later
Vil tried to regain his composure, straightening out his clothes and checking his makeup. "You know, laughing can cause wrinkles and ruin my makeup by making creases," he scolded you, still trying to keep his regal composure.
Vil huffed at your compliment and stood up to admire himself in the mirror. "Of course I’m beautiful, I suppose you have a point," he said, grinning at his reflection. "Flattery will get you everywhere, however." Vil said, as you laid your head on his shoulder. "I’m simply extenuating my features."
"You know I love you, right?" he said with a soft smile as he turned to give his lover a kiss. "I’m sorry I don’t always have time for you."
he’s not used to people, he’s extremely ticklish
ticklish rating: 9/10
he’s busy trying to beat a new rage game, mumbling curses every once in a while
you take him off guard completely, he lets out a burst of laughter and snorts
he tried to squirm away but to no avail
"OMG, stop! I can't breathe. You're like a raid boss with that tickling!"
his hair is flickering wildly like a flame in the wind
he’s left gasping for air in your arms
honestly your distraction really cheered him up
that stupid game was getting on his nerves way too much
melts into your hug and nuzzles into your neck
you’re his recharge station now
eventually he’ll get back to the game, determined to be one of the firsts to beat it, relishing any opportunity to show off to you
please never tickle this man in public, his poor heart would burst
"LOL, you're really getting me with those tickle combos. I think I need a potion to recover," Idia joked.
"You totally caught me off-guard; it was like a sneak attack. Maybe I should level up my tickle defense skills." He rolled his eyes playfully.
Idia grinned into your embrace. "You’re like, a pro at cheering people up. It's like your superpower or something." He nuzzles into you more.
okay hear me out; he’s a dragon, they’re reptiles, they have tough skin, he’s definitely not ticklish
ticklish rating: 2/10
he’s completely immersed in a book about gargoyles
so you try to get his attention through tickling
unfortunately, he’s not affected like you had hoped
"Child of man, what are you trying to do" with bewildered expression on his face
Okay that plan failed
well, there are of course other ways to make him squirm
so you leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek
leaning back, you took in the sight of his dazed eyes, flushed cheeks and surprised expression
congratulations, you’ve succeeded in making the great Malleus Draconia speechless
once he’s regained his senses, he’s like a puppy dog leaning in for your touch
give him more kisses and he’ll be a good dragon boi, ready to lay the world at your feet
Malleus looks at you, his expression slightly confused. "Tickle?" he repeated, as if he didn't understand the concept. "I don't think I understand," he said, his brow furrowing slightly.
Malleus reaches out and takes your hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "You don't have to tickle me to make me gain my attention, Child of Man. You’re always on my mind," he said, his voice sincere.
"I may not be ticklish, but you still manage to fluster me," he said, his voice low and husky. Malleus looked at them with a small smile on his face, "How curious. I find myself longing for your touch."
☆ marry you ☆
(ft. the housewardens)
It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do. Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you.
In which, he overhears how much you want to marry him.
a/n: despite all the requests i have, i find myself writing more indulgent fics -sigh-
Riddle Rosehearts <3
⋆ Oh dear, poor Riddle is beyond flustered. Hearing you so openly say how much you want to marry him and spend the rest of your waking moments with him makes his heart flutter and pound. Cheeks dusted a bright red and eyes dazed with a lovesick glimmer.
⋆ Riddle is beyond happy, yet incredibly nervous.
⋆ Marriage had been a thought that came to him occasionally. Seeing you in such a beautiful attire staring at him lovingly and saying you do. Wearing a ring he worked so so hard for. Kissing you lips to seal the deal, is something he would love to see.
⋆ Perhaps after he successfully gets his degree and starts his profession, he’ll indulge you. Get you the ring of your dreams and kneel in front of you in a garden of roses. Staring lovingly into your shocked gaze. A wonderful thought, no?
“My rose, although we are still young and still have much to do, I want you to know, in my heart and if life will allow it, my plan has involved you since the beginning. Ahem, in other words, please be patient, my dear.”
Leona Kingscholar <3
⋆ I feel like I say this all the time, but he’s a smug bastard!
⋆ Look, Leona has never thought about marriage, not that he’s like ‘ew, barf, marriage’ more like it's just not something that is incredibly pressing in his life. He remembers Farena and his wife’s proposal and wedding, and of course the countless of royal/nobel weddings he was forced to attend, but other than that, marriage was never a thought that crossed his mind.
⋆ However, when he began to go out with you, it had come across his mind once or twice. Especially on those days where the world seemed particularly against him and you wordlessly handed him food you lovingly prepared and fed him with his head on your lap. Or that one time, you asked him to teach you chess only for you to continuously fail and claim you’ll get better soon and the next week you came back with a smug look on your face and claim you’ve had help from the Chess Gods (riddle and youtube), only to get your ass beat again. Did that dissuade you? No, because you're persistent. Or the one time Leona had actually attended class and was bored as hell, only for you to tap on the window(successfully startling him) and telling him to meet you in five minutes at the botanical gardens. And the moment he arrived, you surprised him again with a cute little picnic and chess.
⋆ There, of course, were millions and millions of other reasons, but regardless, Leona wouldn’t mind marrying you.
⋆ And with enough persistence, he might just pop up the question sooner or later.
⋆ Too many things have slipped between his grasp, and he isn’t going to let you do the same.
“If you wanted me so badly, you could’ve just said so, herbivore. Ha, why so flustered? Cat’s got your tongue? Hm, c’mere…-yawn-…here, let’s get married.”
Azul Ashengrotto <3
⋆ Runs to his office to bring up his 10 year plan to change marriage from year 6 all the way down to year 2.
⋆ Like this man has already booked everything you could possibly want for your wedding. Clothing, flowers, venue and food, music and guests. Hell even, the cleaners are all booked and ready. He’s been planning it since your third date.
⋆ Call him hopeful, or delusional, or just plain stubborn, but Azul is dead set on having you as his spouse.
⋆ Azul is over the moon, everyone can see his change in demeanor. So much softer, a lot more lenient and a little more eager to spend his time with you. This change is welcomed by everyone, especially the twins since they see Azul’s change as a new tool to get what they want and tease him even more.
⋆ Azul loves you, so much that it hurts. So knowing that you want him just as badly as he wants you, makes him swoon.
⋆ Lowkey immediately called his mom that he got engaged (even though he hasn’t yet). Literally kicking his feet back and forth as he talks about you. Pure adoration slipping off his tongue, sweet like honey.
⋆ And you better get ready, Azul is making his proposal as romantic and mind blowing as he can. An event neither of you can ever forget.
“Love seeing you today, my sea angel. My, did you do your hair? New clothes? Oh, I see you’re wearing the earrings I got you, how lovely. -ahem- Forgive for getting off track- hm? W-why am I so red? Ha…no-no, I’m not sick, sea angel. I simply have big news to tell you.”
Kalim Al Asim <3
⋆ The only thing stopping him from proposing outright is that he doesn’t have the ring he has under his pillow for you!
⋆ Oh and ofc, jamil’s there. (silently cursing you out and congratulating you simultaneously)
⋆ He wastes no time proposing outright. With the help of Jamil, he manages to plan an ideal and romantic time and place to declare his undying love for you. A lovely, fulfilling meal made by Jamil in the candlelit dining room of Scarabia followed by a stunning flight through the night clouds with the moon’s soft gazing gliding over you. And at the oasis, next to the bushes of blooming desert flowers and the warm caresses of the heat, does he pop the question!
⋆ Kalim literally cannot thank the world enough for bringing you into his life. You’re his everything! He swears his heart beats for you and only you. That his life never truly began until you smiled so brightly in his direction. His ruby eyes struck with a shameless lovestruck gaze.
⋆ Kalim truly has never been happier than with you. And knowing, he’s able to keep his happiness and ensure yours is everything he could ever dream of.
“Marry me! … Huh? Why are you hiding? ..oh! Haha, I can’t help it! I’ve wanted to marry you since the day we met! I know you're the one for me! …hehe, I hope I’m the one for you!”
Vil Schoenhiet <3
⋆ How bold of you. Already demanding a proposal from the Vil Schoenheit. Goodness, have you never been taught any patience? Very well, let's see what he can do.
⋆ Vil already has a pinterest board of your future ready to go. Everything ready from the smallest detail. Similar to Azul, nothing will ruin his perfect day.
⋆ Of course, Vil has thought about marrying you. Though not until much later in life, he wants to pursue his career more and the thought of leaving you alone for many nights, leaves him with an ill feeling in his stomach. Surely, you’d understand the pressure of being a high demand actor/model these days, right?
⋆ Either way, Vil’s stuck with the idea for days. Often dozing off to the thought of you holding a bouquet of carefully put together flowers standing near an open window basking in the sunlight. Your hair is put up with a simple flower decorating your ear. A smile stretched ear to ear as you beckoned him near. Fixing his suit and kissing his cheeks, giggling sweetly and whispering as if you were both a lovestruck teen couple sneaking out at night.
⋆ Then he thinks of coming home after a day of interviews, coming through the door of his shared penthouse. Seeing you setting dinner up, a domestic sight to behold. The beautiful amethyst ring that adorns your ring finger glinting in the warm lighting. Kissing his lips and helping him sit down in his seat, carefully undoing his hair and massaging his scalp. He’ll hear you talk about your day, about the cat you saw, about the traffic you encountered on the way back from work and the cute kid you helped at the park.
⋆ That thought sounds so appealing, like an apple, red and ripe, beckoning for him to bite.
⋆ Eventually, it gets too much. His heart pounds and yearns to see you wearing the ring from his dreams, the ring he’s already contacted the most experienced jewelry maker in the world to make.
⋆ He’s like a ticking time bomb, simply waiting for a chance to prove his love to his dearest star.
“I’ve never believed in fairy tales, I’ll have you know. After constantly staring in productions of famous tales, the amazement and wonder of them has faded away. That’s not to say that I no longer love them, I just realized that I’ve been living that fairytale life I’ve read so much about with you… Don’t laugh! …heh, I suppose it is quite amusing, huh? My star, will you make my fairytale come true?”
Idia Shroud <3
⋆ Literally crashes!!! Stops working and Ortho, my sweet baby, has to haul his lanky ass to the infirmary. Like, he acts like he got shot at, then electrocuted then told to go take out the trash.
⋆ On a more personal level though, Idia is actually really apprehensive to marriage. He’s seen how cold his parents are to each other. The silent dinners, the cold stares, the heartlessness of their touch. Nothing about his parents screamed a loving and healthy relationship. Perhaps when he was younger, more hopeful, did he dream of a day where he would whisk his one true love away and live happily ever after with them and his brother.
⋆ To him, marriage is scary. Like scarier than public speaking, or an ultra mega level boss that he’s severely under prepared for! (ahem-malleus-ahem)
⋆ But that was ages ago, and that dream had long since died. Accepting that he’s destined for a life of solitude. Rejecting all human feelings for a way to protect himself, his heart, from both harm and harming.
⋆ However, Idia finds out that he can’t. Despite him feeling less than human most days, he feels the most human when he’s with you. And as much as he hated it at first, he can’t deny that he loves the way his cheeks flare and heart dances at the sight of you.
⋆ And all of his favorite shoujo anime always guaranteed a happy ending for the main couple. And let's be honest, you’re obviously the main character and Idia's more than happy being your love interest.
⋆ Marriage, although scary and frightening, doesn’t sound that bad if you’re the one he’s giving his life too. Sharing a life with you is more than what Idia thinks he deserves.
⋆ But a life with you is a life worth living.
“Huh? What is it? It’s a w-wedding v-venue, ofc! I t-thought w-we could p-practice, y’know?….You like it! How long did it take? …oh, well Ortho helped me a bunch getting it ready…Oh! Before we start, we need to wait for Ortho to log into Minecraft. He wanted to be the flower girl.”
Malleus Draconia <3
⋆ Babe, he’s been waiting for this!
⋆ Malleus has loved you since the moment you locked eyes. His heart was forever bound to you the moment you told him your name. Souls intertwined when you held him to your warmth. Fingers threading against his hair, and voice turned into a mere whisper as you proclaimed your love for him.
⋆ Malleus has loved you since the beginning and never once doubted it. Never once shied away from the thought of giving you his life. Malleus adores you and wishes for nothing more than to wake up every morning knowing you are his and he is yours.
⋆ A hopeless romantic, Malleus jumbles from proposing right then and there or giving you a night to remember. Ultimately going for the latter.
⋆ Similar to Kalim, he treats you to dinner then a stroll through a moonlit garden. Fireflies dancing around you both, humming and singing as they recognize the adoration and love swirling through the night air. Leading you to a clearing, he’ll dance with you. Twirling you around to the melody of his deep, soothing humming. Hauntingly enchanting. Bringing you into a sense of security.
⋆ His large hands caressing every part of your body. Pools of bright emerald gazing oh so lovingly at you. How he wishes he could immortalize this moment. In his mind, he works fast to paint down your sweet, endearing, expression to his memory. Each stroke of his mind crafting you so lovingly, never wanting this precious moment to end.
⋆ And of course, everything comes to an end. A sweet end for the night. One filled with joyous tears and hopeful laughter. A bright future ahead of you both.
⋆ A future Malleus is willing to fight for to ensure.
“This color will suit you perfectly, darling. Such a beautiful design for such a beautiful soul, no? Don’t shy away from me…See, such a pretty expression. Please, allow me to bask in every expression you’ll ever make, my treasure.”
Twisted Wonderland Housewardens reacting to GN!Ciel Phantomhive!Reader who summons Sebastian in a time of great crisis?
Platonic, to make it easier for myself. Reader is not Yuu.
Mans really related to you. Not only was he underestimated because he was young, he was also made fun of because he was short. The two of you actually got along that way, as well as you understanding the importance of listening to the Queen and her different rules. Plus, you both had a sweet tooth.
You both could honestly talk for hours and hours about the pressure that was being put on your shoulders constantly. You won obviously, since not only were your parents dead but you made a deal with a demon to help you get revenge. On top of that, you had to run a toy manufacturing company.
When he overblotted, he was trying very hard to reel himself back from hurting you since he looked at you as a sibling. However, you seemed to have a pretty confident attitude, as you had a chair placed right in front of him for you to sit at. Then you yelled, “SEBASTIAN”.
Riddle was confused, until a sudden force kicked him in the stomach. The figure was too fast for him to track, and he was defeated in a matter of a few moments. As he was fading out of consciousness, he finally got a look and saw the figure (who acted as your butler, bowing down to you) that you had told him about.
In the infirmary, you waited by his side for him to recover. It was both sentimental and not, since you were worried and saddened that he came to such a state but you didn’t jump around in joy when he woke up. You did prepare some tea for him, though.
You both found each other absolutely insufferable. He often teased you and poked fun at you for being both young and short, and walking around with a cane acting as if you own the place. The big lion often did this just to make you angry, like an older brother.
What made it worse is that he never apologized. Whenever you were offended, he would say that you need to ‘grow up’ and you often tell him that you’re more grown up than he would ever be because you actually own an empire (the toy business) while he doesn’t. Screaming matches happen very often.
When he overblotted, you planned on making him regret ever making fun of you. You shouted the name of your butler and ordered Sebastian to fight him but make sure that he remained alive. It didn’t take long, as this kind of thing fell into the demon’s repertoire.
As Leona was laying on the ground in pain and fading out of consciousness, you went up next to him and asked Who’s laughing now? He has never wanted to throw hands (paws?) with you more than ever, but he was too weak.
The thing is, neither of you have apologized yet. There was no need, as you sat next to his bed in the infirmary worried about him. You both came to an understanding where your rivalry came to a stand-still, as there was a newfound respect that the two of you discovered.
Both of you understood each other from an entrepreneur point-of-view. He ran the Mostro Lounge, you ran Funtom Corporations. However, you were a child. He couldn’t imagine the struggle you went through with trying to run a full business, as he had Crowley’s support and you didn’t.
One thing he was rather jealous of was that you could keep all of the money you earned, and since you were part of the high society you had more business deals and more influence. In addition to that, you were one of the sponsors for the Spelldrive Tournament. This meant that you were his superior.
When Azul overblotted, you were rather annoyed with all of the other overblots. You didn’t really like having to employ Sebastian’s help, but it was his job. After a few moments, the demon butler was standing over an exhausted cecaelia in the ocean before making sure that you were alright.
It was very sad to see such talent be overtaken by selfishness and greed, but oh well. Sure, he was a dear friend, but he was also a competitor when it came to business. It wasn’t personal at all, and he actually didn’t take it that way.
After he recovered, your business-people relationship continued. Since you had multiple shops open, you gave him advice about branching out to different areas. The Lounge is marine-life themed, so it would be better to place more restaurants on land so that people get a feel and a love for the aesthetic. That, in turn, would also boost the economy of the Coral Sea with tourism.
It’s the Twisted Wonderland version of Lizzie, and you can’t tell me otherwise. He’s definitely the same sunshine-and-rainbows person that Elizabeth was in the show. However, it wasn’t the annoying version but rather the sweet part of it all.
You both were very wealthy, and your products were often on the ships of his merchant family members. Some of his siblings had the toys that your company produced. So, you had a long family history along with a long history of partnerships. But, the two of you were friends as well.
When Jamil overblotted, the last thing that Kalim had expected you to do was summon a demon. But you just sat yourself down and watched the battle unravel. The Scarabia Housewarden was very worried about his friend as he knew that he stood no chance against your hell of a butler.
Even the young Al-Asim had trouble keeping track of Sebastian’s movements. It came as a surprise to no one when the Vice Housewarden was lying on the ground completely exhausted from even trying to keep up with the demon butler’s attacks.
After all of this, Kalim’s view of you hasn’t changed. You might be a little more calculating and even maniacal than he originally thought, but you were still his friend. It didn’t matter that you had a very strange employee working for you at the price of your soul, because you were still a person.
I would say that you both were friendly and cordial in a passive-aggressive way, just like siblings. You both had your own spotlights, him being an actor and you being the owner of a multi-million dollar business. The two of you tried to be more humble in the public eye, and the rivalry got so bad that Neige wasn’t even relevant anymore.
You were wealthier than he was, but he was more famous. What really shoved money in his face was when you donated a large sum of money so that the movie he was casted in could continue filming with ease. Mans was so angry, but he hid it with a smile.
When he overblotted, you were very happy to bring out your secret weapon. After all, some people just needed to be put in their place, especially after disrespecting the Phantomhive name. So, Sebastian was summoned and he dealt with the overblot for you.
It wasn’t until Vil was on the ground utterly drained of energy that you really got a good look at him, and he you. Maybe it was time to put the rivalry to rest, as it caused much more stress than necessary. You accompanied him as he was taken to the infirmary.
While you were there sitting at his bedside, he took that time to learn more about you and your life. It was shocking to him that you not only lost your parents, but also your aunt that had to die because she was one of the people who was Jack the Ripper. He underestimated your maturity by a lot.
You reminded him of the character from My Parents Perished In a Terrible Fire and I Made a Deal With a Demon to Help Exact My Revenge. That aside, he understood you perfectly because he was going to be the heir to his family’s business. Only difference is that you were focused on selling toys while he was focused on studying overblots.
Honestly, as much as you would have liked to, there was no way that your businesses could have synced up aside from you having information that he might need through connections that you have or vice versa. It is rather unfortunate, but it’s all good.
When he overblotted, he wasn’t aware of the butler you had a contract with as you liked to keep it a secret. So, Idia really stood no chance against the demon. It did make you rather sad, as you looked up to him as a sort of older brother figure.
Now, you had to offer some comfort to Ortho that Idia would be alright because as shy as the older Shroud was, he was strong and determined. It didn’t do much, but as he woke up in the infirmary he heard you both talking and it warmed his heart to see that his siblings were concerned for him.
As you both stayed with him while he recovered, you all got to learn about each other a bit more. He understood you more than he originally thought, what with losing his brother but a replica was made of him. Sebastian was making sure that Idia was getting to a healthier state, and you have never been grateful for you butler until now.
He was very worried for you as another magicless human at NRC, and not just that but you also had a respiratory problem and walked with a cane. This guy already saw you as another member of his family, so he wanted to make sure that you were alright.
Malleus found you and your butler quite interesting, as you were able to run an entire company at a young age and Sebastian was a big help with that. The fae Prince knew better than to underestimate your abilities, though, as age doesn’t correlate with cognitive capability.
One thing he has seen though is you dealing with the overblots. You often perched yourself on a chair/throne of some sort as you summoned your demon butler, and the latter always seemed eager to do your bidding. It wasn’t until later that you explained you promised him your soul as compensation.
Again, he already sees you as a member of his family. You are the sibling he never had, and Lilia finds your relationship adorable. I think it comes from a place of easily relating to one another, as you both do not have your parents but some distant relative that is still around, as well as being expected to inherit something at a young age (you actually having inherited it).
You can not tell me that you don’t always extend an invitation to him whenever you’re invited to any sort of event. You even host many events at your manor during the holidays for those who aren’t going home, and Malleus always makes an attempt to attend
TWST Incorrect quotes#406 Pretty Please
Yuu: Please? For me?...*Gives him the give eyes*
Leona: You think every time you say “Please? For me?” I’ll do whatever you want...Well, not this time
Yuu: Please? For me?*Tilts head to the side, Giving him a pouty lip*
the freshman kingscholar || leona kingscholar
characters: nuru, jabali, jabori (OCs), leona (brief/platonic)
contains: some gore (gouging out eye), implied depression (bc its leona)
summary: the members of mwezi miji guard are admitted into one of the two most prestigious schools for mages.
notes: guys i promise i don't have a bias in the black sheep </3 ok but srs i am working on the other fics :DD its just lil king (and lil shroud) have a clearer plan than the others do :(
parts: [og post] | [previous] | [next]
"it's only been a few days since he's gotten that mark," you sighed, wringing out the rag into the bucket. the water didn't help much, but it was the best you could do in the small village.
"i can't find anything about the substance..." jabori muttered under his breath, flipping through the pages of his book. his hands trembled the more he read, the mere thought of finding nothing in these old books seemingly eating him alive.
before you could offer any words of comfort, a loud thud sounded from nuru's bedroom. and at that moment, it felt like your heart fell alongside whatever it was that made the noise.
jabori was quick to follow you, abandoning both the book and the bucket outside in favor of nuru's room. and when the two of you stepped inside, you saw him.
nuru, despite his large wings behind him, was caught facing the makeshift mirror in his room, a piece of wood clutched in his hand and scooping out the remains of his glazed-over eye. he didn't scream or cry at that moment as if he felt no pain whatsoever.
the thud that had sounded just a minute ago was the chair that used to sit in front of the mirror, now tipped over on its side.
and all that remained on the desk containing the mirror were the chunks and bits of nuru's left eye.
your mind was... hazy, to say the least. it was as if you were floating in between consciousness and unconsciousness, helplessly floating in a state of being in which you both did and did not exist.
you did not have time to linger on those thoughts, however, when your vision was suddenly flooded by light. the container you had been shoved in was now open, revealing to you a dark interior with several people dressed in robes.
and, as if a gate had opened to let your memories flow out, you remembered. you remembered nuru being the first to step onto the carriage and into the coffin, his wings uncomfortably pressed against him as he squeezed inside.
"this is all for ma," he had said before the coffin closed. you and the twins quickly followed him, and that was where your memory ended.
"welcome, one and all, to night raven college!" the man, presumably the one to open the coffin, greeted you and the rest of the attendees, his arms extended outwards as if he were a magician showcasing his biggest trick. "i am your gracious headmaster crowley and i am honored today to admit the newest generation of mages into these distinguished halls."
it wasn't difficult for you to locate nuru, his wings the only things outside of his robe. the twins were a bit harder considering their ears were hidden underneath their hoods, but it was safe to assume they were beside you and nuru.
"one at a time, you will step up to the dark mirror and remove your hoods. allow the mirror to gaze into your soul, as its observations will all add up to your dorm assignment." the headmaster seemed to squirm uncomfortably in his spot, his eyes darting to and from a specific coffin in the room. "n-now then, i have released a number of you from your gates. let's see... we'll start with you." he quickly waved one of the attendees towards the mirror, placing his hands on their shoulders and positioning them in front of it.
"these robes are so stuffy," the figure beside you grumbled, pulling and tugging on the fabric.
"ah, good to know it's you, jabali," you snickered, earning an elbow to the arm from him.
"hush," nuru spoke, his wing extending to wrap around you. he pulled you closer to his side, nearly hiding you behind his mass of feathers. "(name), jabali, jabori."
"our goal is to learn as much about magic as we can," he informed the three of you, his voice soft and quiet. "no matter where we end up, that is our prerogative. and no matter who stands in our way, we will accomplish that."
"of course," you nodded, tugging the hood on your head.
"let's see... ah, your turn," the headmaster's voice quickly broke through your conversation as he headed towards nuru and began to gesture towards the mirror.
when nuru stood in front of the mirror and tugged off his hood, you could hear a few whispers around you.
"what happened to him...?"
"that's a nasty scar..."
"he doesn't even have an eye...!"
"nuru," he spoke straight and matter-of-factly, unbothered by the whispers that he had definitely heard. the mirror stared through him, inspecting every part of his being with a careful eye.
"the nature of your soul... ah, how interesting," the mirror hummed in its echoing voice. "i see great conviction in you. you are driven to a single purpose with no regard for any obstacle that may stop you. therefore, the dorm best fit for you... savanaclaw!"
hollars and cheers rang out from a certain section of the robed crowd. nuru stepped off to the side but remained in his spot, eyeing you carefully as he nodded up to the platform. without needing to be ordered twice, you stepped forward in front of the mirror.
"state your name," it instructed. you pulled the hood off your head, your ears flicking briefly at the sudden change in pressure.
"(name)." you heard the familiar sound of nuru's wing move from where he stood. and although you couldn't see him, you could tell he had, for some reason, raised his wing to cover something.
"the nature of your soul... a follower, but not of rules. of desire. of passion. and, i see... despite your hardship," your heart dropped at the sound of those words, "you have fought and pushed, and will continue to do so. therefore, the dorm best fit for you... savanaclaw!"
more cheers sounded from where nuru stood. you were quick to stand at his side, catching a brief glimpse of your new dorm.
so that was why he moved his wing...
even when you stood at his side, he used his wing to cover you, hiding you inside it and pulling you closer to his side.
see, nuru, after the incident, had garnered a strange sense to specifically lion beastmen. you had seen it firsthand when a few stragglers of the dens came close to the mwezi miji border. you had even seen it directed to you, seeing as how he seemed to have some innate ability to discern your location.
the brief glimpse towards the savanaclaw students greeted you with a familiar yet distant figure, his eyes practically burning into your soul like the mirror had just done a few seconds ago.
leona kingscholar stood just a few feet away from you.
leona really did not want to be here. he had seen plenty of orientations already, what was going to make this one any different? ruggie could handle all this on his own, so maybe he could just sneak off to the botanical garden to sleep.
sleep and desperately watch as his mind struggled to form the idea of a perfect family.
he wanted nothing more than to take a nap and pass the day as quickly as possible, but no, he just had to be a part of the orientation process because he was the dorm leader and he was the one responsible for the fresh meat that would be enrolled in savanaclaw. gods, what a pain...
he had gotten a fair share of the new attendees, but the ones that caught his attention were not the students that quickly merged into the crowd of students. no, no, no, it was the ones that were clearly familiar with each other and chose to stick together the moment they were designated to savanaclaw.
and, more specifically, the one that had those eyes that stared back at him in nightmares. the one who he could only remember being a little cub that loved to run out into the streets of the kingdom, who loved to toss bugs in his older brother's hair, the one who had ran away the second he got comfortable in night raven college.
(name) kingscholar stood just a few feet away from him.
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Hi beautiful being! I hope you are doing well! I saw your requests open and couldn't help myself :) I really loved your post about Ace and how he loves his s/o and I was wondering if you could do something similar for Leona and Floyd. (mostly Leona but don't tell Floyd, don't wanna get squeezed to death-) Again, I hope you're doing well and a big thanks for everything! ^-^
How he loves you:
Leona x reader
A weight on your shoulder, something furry tickling your chin. His ears twitch ever so slightly, brushing against your skin like kisses. Gently, tenderly, reminders of the feelings he harbours for you. A warmth surging through your wrist. A tail finding itself wrapped around it, holding on loosely.
Nibbles on your earlobes, lazy drawls purring into your ear. Leona leans down, levelling his head with yours. He’ll nuzzle into the crook of your neck, rubbing gently against it. Once he feels your shoulders relax, his fangs are grazing against your collarbone, nipping playfully.
Your hand in his, watching Night Raven College from the rooftops. The sunset illuminates the surroundings, soaking everything under the sun into hues of gold and ember. Leona’s arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into him. Your heartbeat taps into his skin, a gentle rhythm.
Stay a little longer, yeah?
Leona has grown a little too fond of your warmth to pull away.
Floyd x reader
Ice cold fingers dipping into the nape of your neck, chilling you to the bone. Mischievous laughter, breathless with amusement. Mismatched eyes scanning your expression, a lopsided grin. Rows of pearly white fangs, leering at you sinisterly.
Arms around your chest, Floyd pins your arms down, rendering you immobile. He’ll squeeze as tightly as he can, holding you as close to him as mortally possible. His scent, his embrace, his heartbeat beating out of his chest….
Crushed against his lanky form, you can hardly feel anything but him.
Floyd has quite a grip. Fingers wrapped tightly in yours, he’ll drag you around Night Raven College. Moods as volatile as a weathercock, you hardly have any warning for these moments. Sometimes, it’s frustrating. Yet when you’re running down the halls with Floyd by your side, wind tousling your hair… you can’t help but laugh.
He’ll turn and beam at you.
Lil’ shrimpy always looks better smiling.
— who fell in love first and who fell harder (part 2)
featuring: twisted wonderland, blooming panic, and mikaela hyakuya
part one | part three
© miyakuya 2023– plagiarism, reposts, or anything related or copying isn’t allowed.
first; while it may not have been love at first sight, they couldn’t help but fall head over heels for you faster than anyone, even themselves, could expect. even if they didn’t admit it, you could tell as soon as it happened
— Nightowl, Trey Clover, Ace Trappola, Ruggie Bucchi, Rook Hunt, Silver Vanrouge
harder; they weren’t necessarily meaning to fall in love, the idea was something that didn’t seem like they really deserved it or that it wasn’t something they could really do anyways. the moment they realized they were in love though, however, it hit them hard and they were definitely not losing you now
— Xyx, Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Sebek Zigvolt, Mikaela Hyakuya
both; they fell in love fast and hard. they didn’t mean for it to happen but they weren’t going to complain. the way they fell in love was like riding in the front seat of a roller coaster going down the first drop. they didn’t want to lose that feeling and they certainly didn’t want to lose you
— Naked Toaster, Quest, Cater Diamond, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Floyd Leech, Epel Felmier, Kalim Al-Asim, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge
sweetest of dreams
"let's meet in our dreams tonight"
characters: leona kingscholar, gn!reader
- i have been infected with leona kingscholar brain rot!! i'm simping for him so hard rn-
- feedback is appreciated!
His head is heavy, filled with thoughts. They float aimlessly in his mind without any true meaning behind them: simple 'what ifs' and daydreams that he dreams of in his leisure time. The sun is bright, shining overhead and suffocating Leona in it's warmth as he lays in the Botanical Garden without a damn about the world. The sweet scents of the flowers, the earthy smell of the ground, they all wafted in and out of his sense of smell. The breeze caressed him like a child, a delicate force of nature gently cooling the sweating beast.
The sweet smell of his herbivore. How could he ever resist such temptation? His one true love, his ray of light in the darkness he called his light - his reason to continue living. Not just surviving, but actually living. The familiar scent came dancing around, standing out even amongst the myriad of scents and fauna.
"Leona, where are you?"
Leona stood up, carefully silencing his footsteps. His emerald green eyes immediately spotted you, donned in the customary Night Raven College uniform that stood out like a grey cloud in a field of vibrant flora. He immediately prepared himself and at the right moment, growled playfully.
"Right here, herbivore."
Leona pounced, a thump against your back as you went falling, unable to keep up with his heavy body mass. He quickly rolled you guys over in mid-air, so you'd land perfectly on his chest while he took the impact. You spluttered, carefully checking the back of his head for injuries, but the rumble of his chest and the laughs that escaped him made you huff playfully.
"You got me worried! I thought you got hurt!" You huffed, looking away. Leona simply let out a last laugh, his grin wide and careless as if he didn't care about who was watching. "As if. I'm the king, to be bested by the floors would be quite a feat."
You pinched his chest, smirking as he let out a yelp. His eyes lidded over, looking at you like a predator on the hunt.
"Mhmm, yes, my king," You playfully tilted your head back and a hand came to rest on your forehead. You nodded, fanning your mock-flushed face as Leona chuckled. "Mhmm, whatever you say, my king."
"Oh hush," Leona stood up, tugging you up and into his chest again. He made his way over to the bench, lying down with an arm behind his head while the other beckoned you to join him. It looked so inviting, but you were here for another reason. "Sleep with me."
You sighed, rolling your eyes. "I'm here to drag you to Professor Trein, not to join you-"
A quick squeal tore from your lips as Leona huffed before pulling you down and into his warm embrace again. The rich, musky scent that was so specifically Leona made you smile subconsciously, nuzzling him so you could have his warmth too. A tiny chuckle made his chest rumble, it tickled him.
"Sleep, herbivore. A few seconds won't hurt you," He kissed the crown of your head. You could feel his smile against your skin. "And herbivore?"
"Mhmm?" You were close to falling asleep; Leona's voice acted like a comforting lullaby.
"Let's meet in our dreams tonight."
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Pairing Leona x F!Reader
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Leona Kingscholar and Y/N sat across from each other at the chessboard. Y/N's calm and collected demeanor was a stark contrast to Leona's usual pride and laziness, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to their tranquil presence.
The game started off slow, with each move being carefully considered and executed. As the game progressed, Leona found himself intrigued by Y/N's strategic mind and quick wit. He began to tease and flirt with them, enjoying the way their cheeks would flush in response.
"You're quite the herbivore, Y/N," he said, his voice laced with playful banter. "So calm and gentle, just like a grazing animal."
Y/N laughed softly, finding Leona's teasing to be endearing. "And you're like a lion, always ready to pounce," they replied. "But even lions need someone to keep them in check."
Leona couldn't help but smirk at Y/N's words. There was a twinkle in their eyes that he found captivating, and he couldn't resist the urge to keep flirting with them.
As the game progressed, Leona began to feel a growing sense of competitiveness. Y/N was giving him a run for his money, and he found himself getting increasingly determined to win.
"You're putting up a good fight, Y/N," he said, a glint in his eye. "But I won't go easy on you just because you're cute."
Y/N laughed, their cheeks flushing at Leona's compliment. "I wouldn't expect anything less," they replied, their gaze locked onto the chessboard.
As the clock ticked down, both players became increasingly focused on the game. The tension in the room was palpable, and Leona found himself biting his lip in anticipation.
Suddenly, Y/N made a bold move, sacrificing their queen to set up a surprise checkmate. Leona's eyes widened in shock as Y/N's plan unfolded before him. He tried to counter, but it was too late. Y/N had won.
Leona leaned back in his chair, his heart pounding with excitement. "Well played, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "You're a formidable opponent, and I'm glad I got to play against you."
Y/N smiled softly, feeling a flutter in their chest at Leona's words. "Thank you, Leona," they said. "It was a pleasure playing with you."
As they packed up the chessboard and pieces, Leona continued to flirt and tease Y/N, but there was a newfound tenderness in his words.
"You know," he said, his voice low and sultry. "I've always admired your quiet strength, Y/N. You have a way of putting me at ease that no one else can."
Y/N felt their heart skip a beat at Leona's words. There was something about the way he looked at them that made them feel like they were the only person in the world.
"I feel the same way about you, Leona," they said, their voice barely above a whisper. "There's something about you that's...irresistible."
Leona leaned in closer, his eyes burning with desire. "Oh really?" he said, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Well, I think we should explore that irresistible feeling a little more, don't you?"
Y/N's cheeks flushed as Leona's hand reached out to cup their chin.
As they leaned in for a kiss, the chessboard and pieces forgotten, they both knew that they had found something even more competing for.
I'm currently working on my last request but after that, I'll be working on one of these bad boys
☆ CUDDLES !⠀⠀
An: Requested by my loml Ài! (@cynoifyy ) | Wc: 1.8k
Tags: Leona cuddling with reader at the botanical garden and made them skip classes, Gender neutral reader!, You/your used as pronounce
even if you two aren't in relationship he will still drag you to botanical garden just to be his pillow, his favourite spot to sleep on? Tummy, thighs. There are times when he can't fall asleep he will lazily call you in ungodly hours just to say he needed his favourite pillow. Leona being Leona.
a 1000000/10 experience.
now that you two are in relationship nothing changed! You two will still sleep at botanical garden but don't worry, he will help you at tests etc in return, sometimes when he's about to fall asleep you reminded him about Professor Crewel's homework, causing him to groan but who is he to not help you? After all you help him have the most relaxing sleep that no one in the world could ever had.
when his very very peaceful sleep gets disturbed by some students well lets just pray for them that they wouldn't wake up at the clinic. And if its Ruggie? Simple. Leona will cut his allowance for a month or if he's feeling kind, a week.
Leona's most favourite part of cuddling with you is the way your body jusg relax and not too tense around him. Especially when you just massage his scalp? Congratulations on finding out Leona's weakness! Add with a hum/lullaby? He could sleep eternally.
but aside the sweet moments there goes Adeuce following you two around. It made Leona mad that your friends won't stop disturbing the cuddle session. You don't feel their presence but Leona can, and the way he can hear their snickers behind the bushes added to his anger. Well once you find out those two idiots kept on tailing on you, they will never ever visit botanical garden again if they dare to disturb.
—"PRINCE CHARMING'S KISS" dormleaders
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synopsis: a potionology accident involving the adeuce duo leads to the prefect falling into a deep sleep. only an act of true love's kiss can save them and it seems that ace and deuce picked a certain boy to play prince charming.
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⊹ [ tags ] — FLUFF.GN! READER | papa crewel doesn't seem too happy, cauldrons, tomato riddle, azul tries to get engaged, kalim bawling his eyes out, soft vil, idia is about to pop a vein, malleus throws a lamp at lilia and it's deserved◞
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"I SUMMON THEE, CAULDRON!"
"Deuce! No! I asked you to grab one not-" Before you could stop him, the cauldron already smashed against the pot atop your desk, flinging all the contents of the pink bubbling potion all over you.
"You dumbass! They said grab one, not summon one!" Ace hissed, throwing a towel over your soaked form. "Shit. We need to get them to Professor Crewel and — Oi, Prefect!?"
You fell forward, falling limp in Ace's arms as you both tumbled to the floor. Panicked, Ace was quick to push you onto your back, slapping your cheek and shaking you furiously. "Wake up!"
"W-What happened?" Deuce ran towards you two, guilt pooling in his stomach. His blood ran cold with fear once he saw just how pale and cold your face had turned. "Are they dead?!"
"No. It's not that strong of a potion." Crewel sighed, striding towards the two morons with a venomous scowl on his lips.
Leaning down, your adoptive-father gingerly tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. All previous ire he exhibited seemingly melting away. "Oh darling, I have no idea why you chose these two strays as friends…"
"Once again, you've brought my pup to harm with your incompetence." The professor stood up straight once again, his stern gaze fixed on the two youngsters.
"Nonetheless, I think this will be a valuable learning experience for the two of you." Crewel said, grabbing a thick aged book from a nearby shelf and thrusting it into Ace's arms.
"That book there contains the instructions to brew the cure."
"D-Do we have to make the- uff-" Deuce coughed, unintentionally breathing in a cloud of dust released by the old book. "-cure ourselves?"
Crewel drew his eyebrows up to his hairline, jaw dropped in disbelief. "Seven's no! I'll be making the cure myself; I have zero faith in you two."
"You two are to write a 10,000 word long report about the potion and I expect it on my desk by tomorrow." The professor pressed a boney finger against the cover, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Oh, and I trust that you'll keep my pup safe. You know the consequences if I find even a single hair missing from their head." The two watched helplessly as Crewel walked away, his sharp heels clicking against the floor.
"Man. What's with him." Ace grumbled, flinging the book at Deuce who easily caught it with one hand.
"Deuce, what'cha say we just head to Ramshackle?" Ace hummed, nudging your unconscious form with his foot. He hadn't even bothered with picking you up. Opting to just leave you sprawled out on the cold tiles.
Ace was truly the most friend ever.
"Interesting…" Deuce muttered, clasping a hand around his chin. Ace raised his brow, peeking over his friend's shoulder to read the text on the yellowed pages.
"One of the cures listed here is…"
"A True Love's Kiss…?" Riddle trailed off before scowling at his two dorm members. Just what sort of shenanigans were they pulling now?
He lowered his teacup slowly while frowning and blinking incoherently. "Could this be another one of your pitiful attempts at a joke?"
"Why the hell would we joke about his?" Ace whined.
Riddle shook his head, walking over to your unconscious form draped over Deuce's shoulder like a stack of potatoes. Checking your temperature, he pressed his hand against your forehead and tsk'd at the heat.
For a split second, his eyes briefly wandered over to your lips.
Snapping out of it, Riddle stepped back with his burning pink cheeks.
"What utter nonsense. Hand me that book, I can brew the potion myself." Riddle said, pulling his gloves off before he then motioned for Deuce to pass him the book.
"Ah yeah…about that-" Ace chuckled, folding his arms behind his head. "Crewel didn't allow any of us to make the cure…so you're kinda our only hope."
The part where Crewel promised to produce the cure was purposefully left out by Ace. In truth, there really was no reason for Riddle to kiss you other than to serve as Ace's entertainment but hush now Riddle didn't have to know that.
"Well them, pray tell, what makes you think I should take the role of Prince Charming? "
"You get that disgusting dopey look on your face when you see them." Ace smirked.
"I-I do not!" Riddle shouted, face turning a deep cherry-red. Ace laughed, pointing at Riddle's flushed cheeks. "See?! You're turning into a tomato!"
"How are we certain that they even like me back?!"
"Ugh! Stop being a coward! You'll never know if you don't try!"
They began arguing anew, flinging insult after insult at one other. Deuce sighs and places you down on the couch in the lounge. He knew that if they continued their screaming, nothing would be done. It's was time he took things into his own hands.
Deuce grabs Riddle by the arm, dragging him towards you. The redhead turns to him, demanding the first-year to let go but Deuce only shakes his head. "I'm sorry house warden, I'll bear the brunt of your punishment later but I need to fix what I did."
"No-! W-Wait-" Riddle sputters, digging his feet into the ground. "I-I can't possibly-How unconsensual!-"
"Whoops!" Ace seizes the opportunity to shove the redhead forward, causing his lips to meet with yours.
"?!" Riddle stills for a few seconds, his calloused palms resting on your cheeks. Peering at you through shaky lashes, Riddle snaps out of his lovesick stupor and jolts back. His face blooming into an even deeper red than thought possible.
"R..iddle…?" His heart hammers against his ribcage as you flutter your eyes open, blinking up at him. The press and warmth of your lips still remained and a million of thoughts raced through his head. One of them seemed to echo louder than the rest.
At his lips’ touch you blossomed like a rose and the cure was complete, bringing the enchantment to an end. He was your 'True Love'?
Riddle hesitantly cradled your body, assisting you in sitting up. He coughed, averting his eyes to the ground, unable to meet yours.
"I apologize for the unsolicited kiss however, seeing as how my feelings are returned." He turned to you, clasping your hand tight in his. "I would like to court you properly. H-How does lunch tomorrow at noon sound?"
✩— LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:
"…so that's why I dumped them onto ya' bed." Ruggie yawned, extending his arms over his head.
There you were, curled up against Leona's king-sized bed, clutching one of his pillows tight in your arms. Blissfully oblivious to the fact that your friends abandoned you, placing you in the clutches of a hyena and at the mercy of a lion.
"So, since Leona's a prince and all, that 'True Love Kiss' stuff could totally work with him, right?" Ace grinned, placing his hands on his hips. "I've read 'bout it in fairy tales all the time! The prince kisses the girl and boom!"
"How'd desperate are ya' to go running to Leona for help?" Ruggie sniggered, grabbing a handful of dry clothes off of the clothesline.
Really, it was both pitiful and humorous at the same time. The two chose to cast the irritable, hot-headed lion as the Prince Charming in their decrepit fairy tale.
Let's be honest, when you hear the term "charming," the first thing that came to mind was not Leona Kingscholar.
Adjusting the laundry basket, he propped it against his hip, Ruggie tapped his chin and pondered. "I can help but it'll come with a price…"
Deuce rushed forward, shoving a box of donuts into Ruggie's free hand. "Will this cover it?!"
Whistling, Ruggie flicked the box open. His eyes gleamed seeing all the tooth-rotting pastries heaped atop each other.
A sly grin stretched across his face.
After Ace and Deuce handed you over to Ruggie, the hyena unceremoniously barged into Leona's room and all but threw you onto the bed.
"True Love's Kiss? Do those things even exist?" Leona scoffed, tossing a blanket over your form. Ruggie shrugged, heading out of Leona's room. "Dunno but since you two like each other, I figured you would wanna help."
Leona rolled his eyes, glancing at you. Your face was shoved against the pillow, a leg hooked over it. Well, by the looks of it, you seemed pretty comfortable. There was no harm in letting you stay for a bit.
"Shihshishi good luck on your love life." Ruggie grinned, sending Leona a thumbs up before slamming the door close.
"Damn hyena…" Leona grumbled, plopping down next to your sleeping body. His gaze poured over your skin, gliding across the contour of your jawline before settling on your lips. Leona softly pushed down on your lips with his thumb, parting them ever so slightly.
"So, you need a True Love's Kiss…" Leona whispered, leaning in, eyes fluttering close. "I better be the only one, herbivore."
His lips pressed firmly against yours, a hand propped under your chin to keep your head up. The kiss was unusually delicate and tender for someone of his nature, such a stark contrast to his gruff personality. Leona moved closer and his hair fell over his shoulders, chestnut locks draping across your chest. Within a few minutes, Leona drew back to see if you had awakened.
You stirred, bleary eyes blinking open and he smirked. Pride swelled in his chest as he leaned down to kiss you again, his tail curling around your waist.
"You're all mine, huh?"
✩— AZUL ASHENGROTTO:
"Man, just how strong are you eels?!" Ace growled, banging his fists against Floyd's back. Both of the Heartslabyul boys were slung over Floyd's shoulder, his grip on them tight and unfaltering.
Beside him, Deuce was kicking around, trying (and failing) to get the merman's grip on him to loosen. Suddenly, one of Deuce's kicks hit Floyd square in the jaw and the eel growled.
"Neh~ Squirm around some more and I'll snap both of your legs off." Floyd grinned, his bright sharp teeth on full display. Although hesitant, the threat seemed to work as the two boys stilled, not wishing to lose their ability to walk any time soon.
"Now, Floyd, there's no need for such aggression." Jade chuckled as he approached the group with you in his arms. Unlike Floyd's manhandling, you were carried in a firm bridal carry, treated as if you were a precious piece of china or rather…an offering.
"We just got word on the prefect's condition." Jade shut his eyes, placing a hand against his chest in faux sympathy. "How unfortunate that they've succumbed to such a fate. However, lucky for you we found a solution."
"Ya need a Prince Charming right~? Well, let's have Azul do it!" Floyd cheered, slamming the two boys down onto the ground. Ace groaned, cradling his back and squinting at the tweels. "You think you can drag me into another one of those contracts?! I'm not stupid!"
"Oh, you're mistaken. This one is free of charge, no strings attached." Jade chuckled.
"Yeah…I don't really believe that." Deuce muttered.
"Why're you so damn stubborn?! Can't we just hand shrimpy to Azul? I'm sick of seeing him makin' those dumb goo goo eyes." Floyd whined.
The eel yanked you from Jade's arms and stomped up to Azul's office. He kicked the door down, nearly knocking it off its hinges.
Jolting, Azul accidentally spilled ink all over his papers. The delicate fine print he spent hours painstakingy writing by hand dissolved into large blots of ink. His eye twitched as he grit his teeth, snapping his head up to meet Floyd's gaze.
"Floyd. What in the great seven's are you—?!" Azul was cut off when the eel plopped your dozing body onto his lap. It took the octo-mer a few seconds before he registered just what happened, cheeks burning a bright crimson when he realized you were pressed up snug against his chest.
"It's your lucky day, Azul~! You get to play Prince Charming!" Floyd sang as he made his way to the door. "Shrimpy here got cursed because of Mackerel and Crab so now you have to kiss them!"
Kiss…? Azul's mind went haywire but before he could speak any further, Floyd slithered out of the room and slammed the door shut.
It's not that he doesn't believe in the cure; love is a strong thing, and he's read that it can break even the most powerful curses. Even so, how could he promise that you'd wake up?
Azul pressed a hand behind your head, trying to calm his beating heart. Did you even acknowledge his feelings?
"True Love's kiss…Well, it wouldn't hurt to try." He murmurs, raising a trembling hand to rest against your cheek. He leans down and lightly presses his lips against yours, ever so clumsy, before checking for any reactions.
Azul stares down on your drowsy body as your eyes flicker open. He stares at you owlishly before breaking into a giddy grin.
"Prefect, s-seeing as how I'm your True Love-" Azul hastily unlocked his top desk drawer, pulling out a fancy piece of paper and handing it to you. "Let's make it official with a contract."
Blinking, you looked down and read the text on the paper. Azul smiled at you expectantly, nudging a pen towards your direction.
"Azul, this is an engagement contract…?"
✩— KALIM AL ASIM:
Jamil peered at Kalim through a crack in the slightly-ajar door. Seeing the poster boy for the golden-retriever personality sulking was truly a rare sight. Kalim had his head buried in his hands, kneeling by his bed which had your sleeping form atop it.
"What did you tell him?!" Jamil hissed, whipping his head around to glare at both Ace and Deuce.
"W-We just told him how we needed a Prince Charming's kiss to break the spell…" Deuce trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. "…we figured since he was related to royalty, he could break it."
"He must have misunderstood it then." Jamil sighed, slipping into the dark room. So dark in fact that he could barely make out the silhouette of his dorm leader. Kalim had shut the drapes so tightly that not a single ray of sunshine could strike through his bedroom. How…dramatic.
"Kalim, what's the matter…?" Jamil approached the young boy, placing his hand atop Kalim's shoulder. He didn't miss the sight of the pure gold jewelry hastily draped across your neck or the iris bouquet in your hands. Well…it was evident who all those were from. You looked like you came straight out of a Scarabian version of Snow White.
"J-Jamil!" Kalim wailed, screwing his eyes shut as thick globs of tears ran down his flushed puffy face. The vice dorm leader sighed and reached for a tissue box, which he handed to the distraught boy. Kalim snatched a fistful of tissues and blew his nose loudly.
"The prefect is cursed to sleep forever-! A-And I couldn't find the cure!" He cried out in anguish. Jamil squinted his eyes. "Kalim, in case you forgot, the cure is-"
"I know! Prince Charming's kiss!" Kalim interrupted, wiping away his tears with the back of his arm making Jamil grimace. "I sent out hundreds of search parties but he hasn't been found!"
Ah. In foresight, he really should have seen this coming…
Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath to get his irritation under control. He reached for the hood of Kalim's shirt and yanked him back. Hissing into his ear, the snake spat. "Kalim, the Prince Charming is you."
"Wh-Whgat?" Kalim sniffed, his voice muffled and hoarse from his crying.
"You. You're the prince charming." Jamil groaned, running a hand over his face.
Kalim started at Jamil for a minute or two, processing what his friend just said. Eventually, he broke out into a wide smile and happy laughter.
Wasting no time, he was quick to swoop you into his arms, drawing you into a clumsy yet endearing kiss. It only took a few seconds before your eyes blinked open. He pulled away but not before pressing another quick peck on your cheek.
"So, I'm your prince charming, huh?" Kalim beamed, sending a you a silly toothy grin. He leaned down and peppered your flushed face with kisses once more, making you feel like your head was about to explode.
"Y-Yeah-" You shot him a bashful yet thankful smile.
Filled with happiness, the teen jumped to his feet and drew you into his arms. He lifted you up by the waist and spun you around, his loud laughter echoing out through the room.
"I'm so glad! Ah! But I still have to cancel all those search parties though…"
"Tsk. This is what I said about hanging out with those hooligans potato." Vil scowled, seething in rage and looking as if he was just about to hex both Ace and Deuce for this accident. "It'll only bring you trouble."
After he was informed of the incident by Rook, he wasted no time in whisking you away from your two incompetent friends and claiming he would care for you himself. Like hell he was letting you stay in that shabby dorm of yours.
Vil eased you into a luxurious bed in one of Pomefiore's spare rooms, draping a delicate lilac blanket around your torso. His palms brushed up against your brow, softly smoothing out the creases along your brow line.
Dspite the color vanishing from your cheeks and the once bright visage that made you look so vibrant losing it's glow, Vil believed you to be ethereal.
"True Love's Kiss can wake her from the spell." Vil murmured, reading off of a page in the book Deuce handed to him.
"Hmph, if I had a Madol for everytime that was listed as a cure." This wasn't the first time he'd heard of such a thing. Vil has spend hours pouring over potionology books and you'd be surprised at just how many spells and curses have it mentioned. A tad bit overrated if you asked him.
"Though there will be no need for a Prince Charming, potato." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small vial filled with a glimmering silver liquid.
The liquid swished around in the bottle, sparkling brightly. As you've probably guessed, this was the cure. Vil wasn't appointed Pomefiore's dorm leader for nothing. If he could make one of the most potent poisons this campus has ever seen then he surely knew how to make a cure as simple as this. It was mere child's play.
"The potion will suffice. Even a single drop is enough to wake you." He twisted the bottle open, gently grabbing a hold of your jaw to part your lips. He leaned down, holding the bottle over your face before pausing.
"As if I'd need True Love's Kiss to prove myself." Vil scoffed, eyes latching onto your face, his gaze intense yet warm. He tipped the bottle down, allowing a single drop to fall into your mouth before capturing your lips with his in a tender yet feverish kiss.
Vil eventually pulled away and hummed seeing the color and flush return to your skin. His fingers combed through your disheveled hair, undoing any knots. Your eyes fluttered open and Vil huffed, gliding his fingers along your flushed cheeks.
"Your skin is far too puffy, an unfortunate side effect of the cure. Worry not, I'll go grab a facemask for you." Vil pushed himself off of the bed, heels clicking against the floor as he marched out of the room. "A spa day is just what you need after another incident, potato."
It was all thanks to his potion that were you able to wake, he tells himself. Vil Schoenheit was not one for fairytales or wishing. He knew that he didn't need some magical curse or wish to win you over. No, he was confident he could accomplish it on his own.
As Vil eases the translucent mask onto your face, you smile brightly at him and his chest blooms in a sudden warmth.
Yes, it was definitely the potion.
"S-seriously, w-wh-hy me? Do I look like a Prince Charming to y-you?" Idia groaned, trying to shut the door but Ace stuck his foot through the opening. "Knock it off with the grin, geez… Weirdo…"
"We know you both have romantic feelings for each other!" Deuce shouted, holding you in his arms. "We really need your help!"
Idia shrieked, hair burning up slightly. He could barely hold eye contact with you for 3 seconds, what makes these two think that he could even survive kissing you? The poor boy would end up melting into a puddle of sad gooey awkwardness.
"J-Just wait until C-Crewel finishes the potion!" Idia shouted, shoving Ace away and slamming the door shut. His chest heaved up and down as he pressed his back against the door, arms awkwardly splayed to his sides, scrambling to keep the door shut.
His eyes ripped wide in panic when Ace continued to pound at the door, calling his name. "C'mon, Idia! Most people would take this as a great opportunity to win their crush over you know!"
"NOPE, NOPE, NOPE. COUNT ME OUT. I'M NOT GOING DOWN THE ROMANCE ROUTE." Idia vehemently shook his head, burying his face into the fabric of his shirt.
Ortho laughed silently, heading over to his distressed brother who looked like he was about to pop a vein. Scratch that, he probably already has.
"Big brother, didn't you and the prefect already go on a date?" Orthro said, tilting his head up to meet Idia's shaky gaze. "Why the big deal? It's just a small kiss."
"Th-That was different! I-I-It was a gaming session through a screen!" Idia sinked to the floor, curling up into a ball. He sobbed pathetically. "I could barely even keep my composure-No way am I surviving IRL."
"Yeah but they need you right now. You may not be Prince Charming but I'm sure the prefect would prefer you over any other." Ortho whispered, placing a hand atop Idia's own. The dorm leader's lip quivered, newfound courage blooming in his chest. He shakily stood up, knees wobbling from his nerves.
"…They need me."
"I'm telling you Deuce, this guy's hopeless." Ace sighed, lips drawn into a thin line as he casually leaned against the door. Deuce frowned, lightly kicking Ace's shin. "Don't say such things about our senior!"
"Oh yeah? But he's-Argh! " Ace yelped falling backwards as the door abruptly opened. With a grunt, he landed on his back and found himself staring up at Idia's flushed face.
"Alright, n-normies. I-I-I'll d-d-do it."
Idia stepped aside and let Deuce enter his room. Anxiously fiddling with his hands, Idia watched the first-year carefully set you on his bed before stepping out of the room.
"We'll leave everything to you!" The two scurried away and Ortho also excused himself, leaving to give you two privacy. Idia stood in the middle of his room, a great distance away from you.
Alright, he could do this. It was just a simple little kiss, no biggie.
Hovering his shaky hands over your cheeks, Idia leaned over your form. His breath fanning across your face as he moved in, delicately brushing his lips against yours.
Your hands snaked around his neck, drawing him in deeper making the boy squeak. Pulling away, Idia averted his gaze, voice small and meek.
"H-Hey you. You're finally awake…"
In a tall tower atop Diasomnia, an ominious green glow was emanating from an open window. Thick towering brambles, thorns, and vines wrapped itself around the brooding dorm. In the sky, claps of lightning and thunder flashed amongst the darkening clouds.
"Ah…we lost the prefect." Deuce deadpanned, his gaze fixed on the overgrown thick shrubs in front of them. Ace reached for a thorn, hissing as the tip of his finger was cut.
"Yeah..it's best if we leave them to Malleus, I don't think we can even get past all of…this."
Lilia stood in the corner watching as Malleus tenderly placed you onto the bed, the dragon fae handling you as if you were a delicate piece of glass that could break at any second.
"Ah~ Are you going to be their Prince Charming? Khee hee, how ador—"
"Lillia, we need more pillows. There's hardly enough here." Malleus abruptly cut in, a stern look on his face.
Lilia blinked, gaze drawn over to the bed already filled to the brim with pillows of all shapes and sizes, so much so that some of them began pooling around the floor. All evidence of Malleus' nesting instinct.
"What a tragedy. There is to be a pillow scarcity in Diasomnia because of the devastation lay upon the prefect." Lilia replied, a dramatic theatrical sigh leaving his lips. He hurried out the door to meet Malleus' requests before the storm outside worsened. The dragon fae was already aggrevated, there was no need to make things worse.
Malleus' gaze was drawn to your serene expression, his aching heart plummeting to his stomach. Bending down, he softly cradled you in his arms. "Oh, my treasure, if only I could have prevented this."
He buried his face into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses amongst your skin before trailing them up to your lips. Fluttering his eyes shut, Malleus wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off the bed as he pressed his lips firmly against yours.
Malleus drew back to see you ogle at him with with wide eyes, your fingers having immediately shot up touch your tingling lips. Chuckling, he bent down once more to press his lips against yours. You two exchanged kisses for what seemed like hours, the press of his lips against yours leaving your lungs burning and heaving for air. At some point he slipped into bed with you, holding himself above your body with his elbows.
"Khee hee, You two know it's supposed to be a 'True Love's Kiss' not 'Kisses', right?" Lilia barged into the room, a comically large pile of pillows in his arms. Malleus growled and tossed a lamp his way, one which Lillia dodged easily. The lamp shattered against the wall behind him, scattering into fragments across the floor.
"Ah ah, there's no need to be so furious. Let me just drop these off and I'll be on my merry way." Lilia cheered, dropping the pillows by the foot of the bed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old bulky camera. "Might as well take pictures!"
Snarling, Malleus drew his hand back to reach for the large painting sitting above the bed. You snaked a hand around his wrist, silently begging him to not hurl another object at his bat-dad.
"My baby boy is in love-OW!"
"What did I say about keeping them out of harms way." Crewel snarled through clenched teeth, sitting in the detention room with both Ace and Deuce. Ace chuckled awkwardly, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well if you look on the bright side, your kid finally has a love life, so there's that!"
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He was getting a bit suspicious when he hadn’t seen either you nor Cater, Ace, or Deuce all day. His Y/N-meter was reaching a dangerous level of low, and he didn’t know how long he had until one rule-breaker would be beheaded.
Then he got a text from Cater asking him to come to his room. He went over, and the room was dark. He heard someone in the room trying to speak, but they were muffled. He turned the light on and saw that his beloved rose was wrapped up in decorative wrapping paper with a bow on the top of their head and a piece of tape over their mouth.
Riddle rushed over to “open up his gift”, softly smiling at the sick joke that his dorm-mates had played. You also had a smile on your face as you stood up to place a kiss on his cheek and thank him for rescuing you. The shade of red he turned was incomparable.
Leona was steadily getting annoyed as the minutes ticked by and you weren’t cuddling with him in his bed. You weren’t responding to any texts, and you were thirty minutes late. As much as he hated admitting it to himself that he couldn’t sleep without you in his arms.
However, he got a text from Ruggie saying that he saw the ADeuce trio kidnapping you and taking you to Ramshackle. This definitely got the lion’s attention as he jumped out of bed and ran to your dormitory. There was no way that those two would touch his Y/N and not suffer the consequences. Upon busting through the door, he saw you in the living room, wrapped up in wrapping paper.
He was annoyed but also amused at the reverse in the situation he was in not too long ago. He opened the wrapping paper and pulled you into a kiss. Once he pulled away, he made a comment about how you were late to your cuddle session, and he just pulled you to your room and cuddled you there.
This octopus was pacing back and forth in worry when you didn’t show up for your walk, but now that he thought about it neither have the tweels (as they often third and fourth-wheeled). He was thinking about what could possibly be happening between you three.
Then he got the fateful text from Floyd, saying that ‘Shrimpy was in danger and was being taken to his room’. Azul rushed over to the Octavinelle dorm and reached his room to see that the door was open and the room was dark. He turned on the light and you were wrapped up in wrapping paper and there was a note from the twins saying ‘Hope you like your present’.
You will never know how worried he was, but it was suspicious how tightly he hugged you after he unwrapped you. From that moment on, he wanted to have you in his line of sight at every moment for the rest of the day for fear that you would be abducted again.
When you hadn’t shown up to press a kiss on his cheek to tell him hello as he was cooking lunch for Kalim for the next day, he knew something was wrong. However, if he didn’t tend to the food then it would burn. Sorry, but he would rather not have Scarabia burn down in flames.
The second he was done, he went asking about you. A lot of other students informed him that they saw you being carried to Scarabia by Ace and Deuce in his absence, and he was annoyed at this point. He got there, and a few first years said that they dropped you off in his room. He opened his door, and there you were: on his bed, wrapped in wrapping paper, wearing a bright smile.
He let out an unbelieving sigh before going to unwrap you. However, instead of letting you get up, he tackled you onto his bed and clung to you. This was a rare moment where you could see him being soft towards you, hugging you because he missed you. After all, he hadn’t seen you all day. Be prepared, because you’re not leaving until hours later.
You were late for him to do your makeup, and he was growing increasingly irritated. Not at you, of course, but at everyone else since you weren’t there to distract him. He asked Epel where you were, and the first year said that he saw the ADeuce duo dragging you away.
Oh, those rotten potatoes were definitely going to get more than just an earful when he found them, and when he did he used his vice-like grip on their ears to tell him where they had placed you. You were currently in the living room of Ramshackle, wrapped up in wrapping paper. When he saw you, he let out a few laughs before going over to gently unwrap you.
After making sure you were alright and completely unharmed, he offered to use his position as Pomefiore’s Housewarden to speak to Riddle and tell them what his dorm members did to not only his significant other, but a fellow Housewarden at NRC as well. Whether you said yes or no, he still told Rosehearts and the next time you saw the duo they had collars.
He was watching you through the cameras because you told him that you had some pomegranate-flavored candy that you wanted him to try, which is when he witnessed Ace and Deuce just kidnapping you out of nowhere.
This was the first time he had ever ventured outside voluntarily. He had placed a tracking device on your backpack (with your permission), and he was following the signal on his phone all the way to Ramshackle
Idia entered, and saw you lying on the floor wrapped in wrapping paper with a bow over your mouth. He made a slight joke about you being his ‘gift’ and you rolled your eyes with a smile at his uncharacteristic cheesiness. Mans felt like a hero from an anime at that moment, and you decided to make him flustered by giving him a kiss on his lips and calling him ‘your hero’.