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[viilpstick]

Freaking you know what??? *Writes another daiggie scenario bc of brainrot*

I will. Shut up about these two after this. I promise (I'll try)

•••

A few sniffles were heard by a pair of hyena ears that was walking by, his hands occupied with a basket full of clothes meant to be washed. Ruggie continued on his way deciding to ignore the sound, — judge him if you want, he was a busy guy and didn't have time to deal with someone having a crisis — but realized the cries were getting louder each step. Once he made a turn he finally stumbled upon the source of such noise.

Sitting on the ground, holding her legs tightly and trembling was Daisy, the prefect Ruggie had come to… like, he guessed, in these past two days she's stayed at Savanaclaw. He blinked in confusion, the mere sight of her crying seeming out of character as he always saw her with a smile and a fire in her eyes. Where before she stood strong and courageous by fighting her fears in a battle against Leona by his side, now she looked… small, frail and absolutely terrified of God knows what.

Ruggie didn't know what to say so he simply cleared his throat, making the girl flinch and dry her tears the moment she realized someone was there.

“I-I’m sorry, don't mind me.” She quickly said, but upon realizing it was Ruggie, a part of her seemed to relax. “Oh, it's… you.”

“Yeah, me.” Ruggie said, a bit unsure. “Are you… alright?” A stupid question, he knows, but what else was he supposed to say?

“Yes, I'm just… I guess I'm angry.”

“Angry? You're crying rivers because you're angry?” Ruggie lifted an eyebrow, confused and a bit skeptical.

“Well, I– I guess it's more frustration. I just- just don't know how to get it out so… I started crying without realizing.” Daisy explained, wiping some other tears away. “Please just don't tell anyone you saw me like this. I can pay you lunch in exchange if you wish.”

“I wasn't gonna say anything regardless, but who am I to refuse free lunch?” He laughed that trademark laugh of his and Daisy giggled. Ruggie widened his smile, happy to know he somehow was able to lift her spirits at least a bit.

The hyena beastmen put the basket of clothes down, crouching in front of his temporary dorm member, and tilting his head.

“So, what's up?”

“What?”

“Why are you frustrated?”

Daisy seemed surprised by the question, blinking a few times to make sure she wasn't just imagining things.

“Why… why do you wanna know?”

That was a good question. Ruggie didn't have an answer for that, he just wanted to know, he wanted to know why she was so angry so he could help her cheer up. Why did he want to do so? Oh, don't ask, that was an even bigger question for him.

He just didn't like seeing her like this. Not the Daisy he knew.

“You look defeated.” He said, frowning, making Daisy look away in embarrassment. “It annoys me seeing the girl who basically saved my life and took care of me like this. I don't wanna be in debt with anyone, but specially not to anyone who looks like such a loser.”

“Hey, now!”

“I said ‘looks like’, not ‘is’.” He pointed out. “Is it because of Azul?”

Daisy groaned. “It's Azul, it's Ramshackle, it's the Leech twins preventing me from getting that dang photo, it's- ugh.” She massaged her temples, stress starting to build up once again. “I'm just… so frustrated. I was happy with Grimmy at Ramshackle but now… this stupid guy wants to steal it from me. The only place I'm happy at.” She lets out. The girl lifted her head again, her eyes making contact with Ruggie's attentive gaze, and she sighed. “Sorry, I'll… stop feeling sorry for myself and get to work.”

“You better, crying about it ain't gonna fix anything.” Ruggie said, matter of factly, and Daisy felt a knife through her heart. Afterwards though, she felt warm fingers against the skin of her cheek, caressing her face softly and carefully. “You can't stay defeated like this. Where's that determination you had during the Spelldrive fiasco, huh?” He smiled and Daisy returned it, though it was smaller, weaker, more timid. Her cheeks were warming up. “Come on, you're better than this. And to prove it…”

His other hand made its way to her other cheek, Ruggie was getting closer with each second and Daisy started freaking out. Unsure of what to do, the girl closed her eyes, her hands clutching the step of the stairs she was seated on, but instead of feeling anything against her lips or face, nothing came, so she slowly opened her eyes, seeing Ruggie holding a pair of earrings.

Her pair of earrings.

“Hey! These are mine!”

“Yes, yes, I'm aware.” He got up, putting the earrings in his pocket as he smirked at her. “My, my, were you expecting something else? You closed your eyes and everything.”

Daisy's face went red in shame and embarrassment and she struggled to speak. Ruggie laughed at her reaction, walking towards his basket and picking it up again.

“I'll return these to you once you leave Savanaclaw after getting Azul his picture.”

“Ruggie, please. They were my mother's.” Daisy got up, standing in front of him and preventing him from walking. “They're the only thing I have from her. Please.”

Ruggie stayed quiet for a moment, his face serious this time. “And because of that I promise to take good care of them.” Suddenly, he gave her a head pat, his smile returning, but it was much softer this time, something that put Daisy’s heart at ease. “You’ll figure it out, prefect. You outsmarted Leona once, of course you’ll be able to outsmart Azul.” Then, he flickered her forehead lightly, starting to walk away. “See ya around, flower.”

And with that Daisy was alone again. She was still angry, but now she was much more at ease, and had even more motivation to keep on going. Ruggie was right, she survived until now, someone like Azul wouldn't ruin her home! She had to deal with worst before!

She was getting that picture and winning against Azul, no matter what.

STOP???

NUH-UH?? AFTERT THIS I FORBID YOU TO NOT BRAINROT ON ME ABOUT THEM

THIS IS SO CUTE

AND HER EXPECTING A KISS WAS SO LJWKLXEJLKJELKXJD LIKE GIRLIE IS BETTER YOU NOT EXPECT THE KISS AND THEN GET A KISS THAN YOU EXPECT A KISS AND DON'T GET IT

I LOVE THM

I LOVE IT

I AM CRYING

[viilpstick]

*poses* hey. Hi. They made me go insane so I wrote this at lighting speed. It's uh. Very long I fear.

Anyways this is the supposedly 5+1 fic I was talking about, this was supposed to be a "5 times Jamil rejected Damali, and the one time he didn't" but low-key idk anymore it just turned into it's own thing lol

I wrote the ending like 3 times anyway enjoy I was insane writing this 😍

•••

1. the so called study date

“Hey, Jamil.” Damali called, her head resting on her hands, eyes unfocused and a small smirk on her eyes. He stopped writing for a moment to look at his dorm mate in curiosity.

“Yes?”

“Not that I'm complaining, but next time you ask me on a date, please be sure to not bring Kalim with us.” Her eyes smiled alongside her lips and Jamil lifted an eyebrow in confusion, glancing at the sleeping Kalim beside him. 

You see, Jamil knew who Damali was, the daughter of the caretakers of the Asim’s treasure, trained to protect their riches and fight if necessary. However, he never knew more than that, only seeing her around the Asim residence and never actually speaking to her. Now that they were not only in the same school, but in the same dorm, and she was tasked to take care of Kalim’s treasures, the three of them spent an incredible amount of time together. 

“Damali, I'm not quite sure you understand.” He sighed, going back to his homework. “This is a study group to help Kalim. You offered help, that's why I let you stay.”

“Aw, you wound me, Jamil! Calling our study date a simple study group…” she faked a pout and Jamil’s eyebrow twitched. Was she dumb? What the heck was she talking about?

“I never asked you on a date. Stop fooling around.” He frowned, annoyed, and he woke up Kalim so he wouldn't have to listen to Damali speak, knowing for sure she wouldn't dare try to flirt when Kalim was awake.

The white haired boy yawned, apologizing right after for falling asleep. Damali smiled and shook her head, saying there was no need to worry. 

Jamil glanced at Damali, who was back at reading her book, her hand gently moving to read the words on the paper. Her fake smile never wavering. Weirdo.

He would try to avoid her from now on, not wanting to deal with her advances.

2- the poison testing 

Jamil stared at the food delivered for Kalim for a long period of time. It smelled incredibly good, it also looked extremely tasty, but there was a problem: it was a gift by a distant family member, obviously not made by Jamil himself.

There could be poison.

Jamil sighed, grabbing a spoon as he realized he had to taste test it. You know, he doesn't like his job in general, but moments like this really made him despise it.

Before he could grab a bite of the food, he heard footsteps, and looking behind him he saw Damali, walking with her walking stick around the kitchen, but basically going to the fridge by muscle memory.

Maybe if he stayed quiet, she wouldn't realize he–

“Good afternoon, Jamil.”

Dang it.

“Good afternoon.” He simply said, trying to hold back a groan. He was trying to avoid her, but now she was right here, and he couldn't walk away at the moment. 

She poured a glass of water for herself, taking a sip of it, making her golden beetle bracelet obvious. Jamil shivered. He didn't understand why she walked around with those, but whatever fits her boat, he guessed…

“What's that? It doesn't smell like your food.” Jamil tilted his head. His food had a specific smell to her? He wondered if he should feel honored or slightly concerned. 

“A distant relative of Kalim’s sent us food for a banquet. I need to taste test it in case there's poison.” 

Damali’s eyes widened and her lips formed into a smile, suddenly, she walked towards the sound of Jamil’s voice, stopping the moment she felt her stick lightly poke his feet. 

“Can I do it?” Jamil blinked. What? Why? And why did she look so… excited?

“There's no need. If something must happen to anyone it should be–”

“You don't understand, I’m the best at poison making, right up there with Vil Schoenheit.” Damali confidently explained, her eyes shining in the process. “I can also taste specific kinds of poison, and I'm relatively resistant to it as well! I’m the perfect taste tester for you!”

“You… can taste poison?” He asked, as if he didn't believe it. The girl simply nodded, extending her hand. 

“Now, will you let me? I’d lov–” she interrupted herself, Jamil caught onto the way she faked her serious expression. “I’d be honored to taste test for Kalim.”

He stared at her for a moment, before taking a bit of the food with a spoon and putting it in her hand gently, feeling how soft her hand was against his, he noticed a few callouses, but didn't comment on them. Her hands were small. 

“If you insist.” Better her than him, he thought. 

Damali slowly brought the food to her mouth, slowly tasting it. She seemed fine, but he guessed he should wait a bit, poisons didn't work as fast as to–

She spit out the food in the sink.

“What th–”

“There was poison in it.” Damali said, a creepy smile on her face as she giggled, wiping her mouth. “Man, I don't know what that was exactly, but it was certainly poison! Had a slight bitterness to it too… I wonder what it was…”

Damali put her hand on her chin as Jamil stared at her in concern. She felt his eyes on her and the girl completely changed her demeanor, smirking at the guy seductively, trying to hide what she just did.

“What? Are you worried about me, dear?”

“Gross.”

Damali giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “You're cute. There's no need to worry about me, I’m fine. Now if you excuse me." she began walking towards the door, leaving the boy behind, extremely confused by her antics.

What.

3. the (ghost) bug buster 

Damali heard a knock on her door, she frowned still in bed, not believing someone was trying to talk to her at such an hour. She slowly got off bed, groaning in annoyance, and as she opened the door, the familiar scent of spices and flowers invaded her nose.

“I need your help.” Jamil said, uneasy as he hugged himself anxiously. Damali tilted her head with a smile and pretended to hide her body.

“Sir, we're not even together… I don't think I'm ready to move on to the next step yet.” She joked and Jamil clicked his tongue, grabbing her hand and dragging her somewhere. “Alright, ok! What is it then–”

“Catch that bug!” Jamil pushed her inside a room, and by the smell she guessed it was his. Damali sighed, standing there without doing anything. “What? Aren't you a lover of bugs or something? Go catch it, I can't sleep with that monstrosity near me!”

“Dear, I would love to catch it for you, but I'm afraid you forgot a very important factor.” The tan girl pointed at her eyes and Jamil made a noise of displeasure, clearly forgetting that important detail. 

“A-alright… walk straight very calmly… I think it's a beetle… it's not that far away and it's not walking.” the guy tried to sound calm as he instructed her around his room, hiding behind his door. “Careful with the table to your right.”

“A beetle huh… how big is it?” She asked as she did as she was told, crouching down and using her hands to try and find the bug.

“It's very big, like this hu- I mean, like the size of my hand!” 

Damali finally felt the insect, holding onto it tight as she brought it to her other hand and Jamil let out a gasp and a disgusted sound. He didn't understand why she liked bugs so much, they were so freaking creepy!

“Aw, please, it's hardly the size of my own hand, let alone yours.” She giggled. “Now, where's your window again?” 

“R-right… make sure to hold that thing tight, I don't want it jumping on me…” 

“Yes, yes.”

Jamil got close to her, but tried keeping his distance by extending his own arm, his eyes fixated on the bug anxiously. He held onto her arm and guided her to the window, telling her she could get the insect out now and Damali did just that, asking if the beetle had actually flown away, and Jamil confirmed it, letting out a relieved sigh.

“Thank you.”

“Nah, I'd do anything for my precious little snake.” Damali joked, a smile on her face and Jamil rolled his eyes at that, but couldn't help let out a smile of his own.

“Right. Uh… you couldn't grab your walking stick.”

“No, I couldn't.”

“Right. I'll guide you back to your room, then.”

“I’d be delighted.” She offered her hand and Jamil stared at it for a moment before gently taking it and letting her intertwine their fingers. He could’ve sworn that her practiced smile wavered a little and that her cheeks went slightly pink, but he must've been mistaken.

This was a game for her after all. 

And then, Jamil guided Damali back to her room, ignoring her jokes about sleeping there that night, and went back to his. Still, despite the bug not being there any longer, he couldn't seem to fall back asleep.

His hand felt cold.

4. the curiosity incident 

“What are you doing?” Damali asked, her head resting onto his shoulder as her hands were wrapped around his neck. At this point, Damali’s flirty and touchy attitude became a daily routine, and Jamil was very much used to it.

“Reading.”

“Can you read it for me, darling?”

“It's a book about the evolution of magical artifacts, Damali. I'm certain you'll find it boring.” He made a face at the overly affectionate nickname she called him. “Let go, will you?”

Damali pouted but let go, sitting next to him on the bench. They were in a relatively secluded area of the school, Jamil was shocked Damali even managed to find him, but then again, she always seemed to surprise him. 

Damali stayed quiet, her eyes unfocused, her legs moving slowly to occupy herself. Meanwhile, Jamil continued to read, flipping a page every once in a while.

“Jamil.” He made a small noise for her to understand he was listening, but kept reading his book. “What do you look like?”

He lifted his eyebrow and turned to look at her.

“Why do you wanna know?”

“It's you. I'm always curious about you.” She smirked, her face turning to the sound of his voice and Jamil blinked, fighting the slight embarrassment growing inside of him.

Get over it, Jamil.

“You're not missing much. I have long brown hair, dark eyes and tan skin.” He explained, turning back to his book. “Nothing special.”

Damali, however, whistled, catching him off guard and making him cringe.

“Your name fits you well then. It means beautiful, doesn't it?” She tilted her head, Jamil blinked at her.

“How’d you know that?” 

“I looked it up. Like I said: I'm always curious about you.” The girl chuckled, before gathering up some courage to ask: “may I feel your face?” Jamil scoffed at that, rolling his eyes, but he realized Damali was rather serious. 

“What, really?”

“It'd be the closest thing to seeing you. So yes.” She fluttered her eyelashes, trying to act cute. Jamil made a face at that. “Please?”

He sighed, closing his book and turning to her, deciding to give up. They were close ish anyway, and she didn't seem to have any bad intentions so…

“Be gentle.”

“With you, always.”

Damali lifted her hand, her fingers lightly touching Jamil’s cheek as her other hand did the same. Her fingers travelled across his face, going to his crooked nose, his thick eyebrows, each and every detail of his skin, and then to his lips. 

They both froze once her index finger made contact with his lips. Jamil stared at her, wanting to see what action she would take and if he should push her away or not. The girl lightly moved her finger on his upper and lower lips, smiling altogether, and soon left his face alone. 

“Just as I thought. You're beautiful.” Jamil bit his cheek, trying to compose himself. He scratched his neck and got up, grabbing his book while doing so. “Wait, where are you going?”

“Back to Scarabia. I need to prepare Kalim’s food.”

And then he ran away, tail between his legs.

5. The overblot talk

It's been a week since Jamil's overblot. A week since he showed all of his dorm members his true colors, a week since he told Kalim how much disdain he had towards him because of their social status, and a week since everyone was eyeing him like wolves just looking for an opening so they could attack their pray in hopes of getting the vice housewarden position.

It’s been a lot.

Jamil hated and appreciated Kalim at the same time for accepting his rage, going to the point of defending him from the other dorm members. For once, Jamil felt like Kalim was at least trying to understand his side… though he still had a lot of bottled up anger at the boy, justified or not.

Throughout all of this, a lot of things have changed, but one thing kept constant: Damali. 

He heard a knock on his door, then, he got up from his table, leaving his homework there until he came back. Upon opening the door, he found his gaze locked in Damali’s white eyes, and he quickly looked away, his face red in shame from remembering what he did during his overblot.

“You’ve been studying all afternoon. I thought you’d like something to eat.” She smiled, letting herself in, and Jamil sighed, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop her. 

“If I wanted to eat I could’ve just gone to the kitchen.” Jamil took Damali’s plate off of her hand, putting it on his desk and offering his arm to guide her around his room. She gladly took the opportunity to link their arms.

“Yes, but I assumed you’d just be way too focused on studying.” Damali sat down and the boy did the same, right next to her, taking one of the sandwiches she made and eating it right after. Damali did the same. 

He took the silence to get a good look at her. Damali’s ginger hair was, as usual, tied in a braid, parts of her hair tied in even smaller braids on either side of her head. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt, tied up around her neck tightly and neatly, giving him a full view of her arms, shoulders and back.

“I can feel you staring.” Damali said, a smirk on her lips as Jamil cleared his throat, eating another bite of his sandwich. 

“You're mistaken.” He lied and Damali laughed, he realized it was one of the few times her expression was genuine, finding real joy in being around him. “Why are you being like this, anyway?”

“Like what?” She asked.

“You're still the same even after I–” he stopped, taking a moment to think about his words. Was he really going to talk about this? Should he talk about this? He groaned, before ultimately giving in. “I tied you up and kept you basically as a hostage.”

Damali chuckled, letting the rest of her sandwich on the plate as she sighed. “Well, to be fair you weren't in your right state of mind. I do have to say, I am quite surprised you did that, seeing as you’re so annoyed with my behavior I was sure you would send me away with the rest.”

“Like you said, I wasn't in my right state of mind.” He blushed slightly, finishing off his sandwich. “I didn't know what I was doing fully. But I apologize for hurting you.” Damali smiled, a soft look in her eyes as she shook her head. 

“No need. I'm quite alright, really.” She rested her head on her hands, grinning at him. “The way you held me all protectively like that when you overblotted was pretty hot though.” Jamil choked on his sandwich, Damali laughing her heart out at his reaction. The boy hid his face in his hands as he groaned in annoyance. 

“Don't– do me a favor and never say that again.”

“What? I was just telling the truth, you know? Messed up maybe, but still hot.”

“You're insane. I don't even know how you were able to survive if you loved my overblot form that much”

“Simple. I prefer regular old Jamil way more.” 

His dark eyes looked at her in shock, a part of himself was expecting her to be smirking flirtatiously as she usually does, or holding that practiced grin of hers, but Instead, he saw a genuine expression: a soft smile, her eyes following suit as she tilted her head adorably. 

She meant it. Every word.

He couldn't deal with that right now.

“I– I need to finish this assignment.”

“I could help–”

“No. I need to finish by myself.” Jamil insisted, his face unbelievably hot as he urged her to get out. Damali made a confused face but let it go, deciding to let him be for the moment.

6. the revenge

Damali was clearly testing Jamil's patience, there's no other explanation as to why she was walking around in the same shirt she did last time, with her hair down and undone. No other explanation as to why she tossed her hair, trying to get it off her skin because of the heat.

When the heck had he started paying attention to how she looked anyway? He shouldn't care, he never cared. Why now? Damali clicked her tongue in annoyance, turning to Jamil's general direction.

"Jamil, would you be a dear and tie my hair for me?" She asked, almost innocently, but Jamil could see the hidden intent behind those words. His eyebrow twitched as he put the apple he was peeling down, taking the hair tie off her wrist as she happily turned, showing him her beautiful ginger hair.

She was certainly testing his patience.

Jamil's hands made his way through her hair, trying to get rid of any knots as gently as he could.

"A braid? As always?"

"Do whatever you want to."

With that answer, he got all her hair into his hand, styling it up and quickly taking the hair tie off his wrist to use it to finally finish the quick hair styling session. He secured her hair by pulling it inside the tie three times and let it rest on her back.

Her back. Good grief.

"A ponytail? You're a simple guy." Damali laughed, touching her hair lightly. Then, she tilted her head. "What do you think? Do I look pretty?"

Jamil stayed quiet. Did he really want to answer that question?

"Very." He simply said, catching the girl off guard. She cleared her throat, her cheeks slightly pink.

"Thank you." She said, then, tried to take back her confidence with her usual teasing nature: "if you think I'm so pretty, how about giving me a kiss?"

"Ok."

Damali blinked, her ears not believing what she just heard.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said: ok." Jamil repeated. He was also embarrassed, but he was tired of running away like a coward, plus, he would love to give her the taste of her own venom.

Jamil got closer to her, his hand on her chin, gently making her head face him. He knew she technically couldn't see him, but at that moment it truly felt like she did, like her white eyes were staring down at him, anxiously and curiously waiting for his next step.

And so, he gave it to her.

A quick kiss. On the corner of her lips.

Not on her lips. On the corner.

Jamil got up, deciding to walk away as he couldn't hear anything from Damali, since the girl was left stunned and confused. He smirked, for once feeling victorious against her.

After all, she should've been careful with him. Despite her love for poison, snakes could still kill.

CHILLS. LITERALLY CHILLS. OMG- THIS IS UGH????????

THE END BTW. I AM TREMBLING IN SHOCK- LIKE OMFG????????? SLAY. ATE ALL UP. COOKED, SERVED AND ATE LEAVING NO CRUMBS 😭😭🤞🏻

seriously damali’s attempt on jamil 😭😭😭 guy couldn’t catch a break- BUT THEN HE ACCEPTS HER KISS……. BUT NOT ON THE LIPS………… UGH. WHY JAMIL!!! *is not like i like you by static-p starts playing* ahhh, of course. Tsundere. (that song still slaps btw)

👏👏👏👏 beautiful, amazing, incredible. Now make them actually make out‼️‼️‼️‼️

[viilpstick]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ANNELIESE🎉🎉🎉🎉

I low-key lost track of time and idk when her birthday is but happy birthday regardless go queen!!!!!

•••

Anneliese sniffled, trying to dry her tears even if they just kept falling. She had ran away from Pomefiore, ran away from the attention that she knew she’d get there. She was already ugly, crying would make everything worse, and she didn't want people looking at her like this.

Why did it have to be her birthday? If it was any other date she wouldn't have run away from the festivities at campus. She wouldn't have to hide from the people who were constantly trying to get a look at her horrific face.

She didn't understand why her mother decided to be especially cruel today. Telling her such harsh things, making her feel like she didn't matter… she didn't even remember it was her birthday.

“Get yourself together, Annie. You're even uglier when you cry…”

“I would very much disagree with that statement, mademoiselle.” Anneliese jumped, quickly running behind a tree in a worthless effort to hide herself. “Ah, I apologize, have I frightened you?” She peaked behind the trunk, her eyes widening at the sight in front of her.

Anneliese had never seen such a man before. His blond hair was a mess tied in a ponytail, a weak attempt at trying to force it to behave. He looked dirty, his cowboy hat seemed old and his school uniform looked very worn down.

The complete opposite of Pomefiore.

“W-who are you and what do you want?”

“I was merely passing by and heard your soft cries. I came close out of curiosity.” He explained, his smile wide. He seemed to shine like the sun, contrasting his appearance, his eyes looked at her with interest and delight, as if she was a rare animal to be studied.

She guessed she was just as ugly as one.

Anneliese frowned, turning away and resting her back behind the tree. She dried her tears and sniffled one last time.

“Then go. You already saw this hideous girl cry, you should be satisfied by now.”

“Hardly!” The boy said, walking closer to the tree and peaking behind it. Anneliese turned away, not wanting him to look at her face. “Ah, just as I thought.” Anneliese laughed sarcastically, feeling her eyes sting. Of course. She didn't need a random stranger to remind her just how ugly she was, she already– “you're truly beautiful.”

Anneliese flinched.

What?

She slowly turned towards him, her head tilting as her cheeks went pink. She frowned.

Did he– no. What? Was he insane?

“You're cruel for saying that.”

“How so? I’m simply stating the obvious, mademoiselle!” The blonde expressed, a radiant smile on his face. She couldn't hear a single ounce of lie in his words. It was as if he was being genuine. “I’ve never seen such deep purple eyes before, and with those tears they shine so wonderfully!”

“You… think I look beautiful like this?”

“Oui! A lover of beauty such as myself knows how to recognize the beauty in everything. Especially on a crying woman.” His eyes seemed to follow his lips as he grinned. “It is a sight to behold.”

The ginger girl held back a smile. She didn't fully believe in him, but regardless of if he was lying or not, his compliments certainly warmed her heart.

Maybe that's what she needed today. A simple compliment.

“I… don't quite believe you… but thank you.” She looked down at her feet. “I appreciate it.”

“I'm merely saying the truth! Oh, how rude of me–” he held out his hand. “what would your name be?”

“...I’m–”

“Anneliese!” A fellow dorm mate spoke, making both of them flinch from surprise. “Our housewarden is looking all over for you, hurry up!”

“Oh, uh– I'll come!” She said, then, she quickly glanced at the boy near her. “Thank you again. I'll see you around, uh…”

“Rook Hunt at your service, mademoiselle.” He grabbed her hand, gently kissing her knuckles and making her blush. “I look forward of seeing more of your beauty around.”

She giggled, a horrible sound coming out of her mouth. She covered her lips as her cheeks reddened and Rook widened his eyes at it, but instead of being displeased by it he smiled, a gentle laugh leaving his lips.

“Anneliese!”

“Coming!!” With that, the ginger slightly bowed and ran off with her dorm mate back to Pomefiore.

Now, back to the present, Anneliese was brought back from her thoughts as Rook, the now 3rd year, the face she’d never say would belong to Pomefiore, lit up the candle on her cake.

“What is it that you wish, mademoiselle beau?”

Anneliese smiled, blowing out the candle.

“It's a secret.”

i am not crying you are

you all are

omg

i am

I SWEAR TO GOD

THIS IS SO CUTE AND

AND SILLY

AND THE WAY HE COMFORTS HER <333

ROOKLIESE

ROOKLIESE MY BELOVED <33333333

breaking news: his future wife used to thinks he stinked, understand the case

i want to hug her so bad :((( baby you are gorgeous (i was the one who gave her trauma)

ALSO,,,,,

I NEED TO WRITE THAT 5+1 SCENARIO OF THEM KISSING

THIS IS AN ABSURD LIKE

I NEED THEM TO KISS INSTANTLY

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Anyways!!! Here's the very very beginning of the event, it's not the event itself it's more of a prologue, and like I said I'll formally post it later once I have stuff figured out (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ enjoy!

Tagging @justm3di0cr3 too!!

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“Uhm… I'm sorry if I'm overstepping, Isabelle but…” Poppy began, using her spoon to mix the sugar in her tea, staring at it nervously. “You seem a bit… off today.”

“Off?” Isabelle repeated, lifting her eyebrow.

“I must agree.” Adeline explained. “You’ve been sighing and frowning more than usual. Don't tell me…” the blonde gave her a knowing look and Isabelle rolled her eyes. 

“No, it doesn't involve Leona. Different from what you believe, Delih, my world doesn't revolve around him.” Adeline pouted and Poppy let out a small giggle. Isabelle sighed. “I must return to my kingdom this friday and start preparations for the ball.”

“Ball?”

“Ah, you must be referring to the Rose Ball.” The blonde said, a happy smile on her face as Isabelle nodded, but Poppy just continued confused. Adeline chuckled. “In Roseneuve, that is, our housewarden’s kingdom, there's a ball held once every 10 years to celebrate the end of the curse of The Cursed Beast and the bravery of The Fearless Princess for breaking said curse.”

“Wait, our Fearless Princess?” 

“Indeed. My kingdom is where the story of the wonderful princess our dorm is based on originates from.” Isabelle continued and Poppy grinned, a little 'oh!' escaping her lips, making the older one smile from such reaction. Still, Poppy tilted her head in confusion.

“Wait… but why are you upset, Isabelle? Isn't it an honor to prepare for this event? I’d be over the moon!” 

“Well… it should be but… let's just say my considerate older sisters decided to throw all the responsibility onto me this year.” Isabelle clicked her tongue in annoyance. “They're exactly 7 and 10 years older than me, yet they fail to have basic decency… I'm the youngest one yet I'm expected to take care of such an important date…!” Isabelle breathed in and out, trying to calm her nerves and sipped her tea. “Well, it's not like complaining will change anything, so nevermind all that.”

“That's a shame… I wish I could help you in any way.”

“Me too, but unfortunately said ball is destined only to royals and nobility.” Adeline said, sipping in her own tea and Isabelle groaned, hand on her forehead.

“Do not remind me… to think I have to deal with such people…” she complained, but then lifted her eyes to Adeline, her eyes shining in delight as an idea popped in her head. “Wait– that's it! Adeline, Poppy you two are geniuses!”

The two girls looked at each other and then to their housewarden, tilting their heads almost at the same time, creating a comic image. “We are?”

“Papa always insists that in every ball if I want to bring friends over, I can! Exceptions can always be made for the Desrosiers’ acquaintances!” Isabelle clapped her hands in excitement. They didn't need to know that her father only said this to encourage Isabelle to make more friends, and they definitely didn't need to know that it failed hundreds of times. “I must call papa immediately– oh, that is, if you two want to come with.”

“I’d be delighted!” Poppy cheered and Adeline seemed to think it through, an anxious expression on her face.

“Delih? What is it, would you not like to come?”

“No, no– well, it's just…” she looked between the girls and sighed, letting cautious out the window. She could always use her Unique Magic to flee if someone happened to figure out her real status. “I suppose it would be fun.”

“That's wonderful! Oh, girls you two are the best.” Isabelle quickly got up and kissed both of her friends’ faces, running away to her room and letting most of her tea untouched. Poppy sighed dreamily.

“A ball, a royal ball at that! I wonder what Epel’s gonna say once I tell him!”

“Yes, I wonder…” Adeline mumbled, half of her hoping Malleus wasn't invited this year, and another one hoping he did.

ADELINE USING HER UM TO RUN AWAY IS SO REAL LIKE- "Oh, aren't you the princess of-" WOOSH!

she was there than she is no longer there

mah istg i am SO EXITED to see what you are up too LKJAKAJKLJ

giggling as i will anxiously wait for the rest frfr

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I was gonna post this in my other acc but since I wrote this more like a vent and it's way more self indulgent than most fics that I wrote (also smaller) I decided to send it to ur inbox instead,,, anyway (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

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“Kalim?” Jeanne's voice made the boy jump, his red eyes widening as he quickly dried the tears off his face. The raven haired girl wasn't a fool though, he wasn't ok.

“What happened?” She didn't even want to ask if he was ok, the answer was clearly a no, and there was no use debating the obvious.

“Nothing, I just–” he paused, taking a deep breath and showing her his thumb. “I just cut myself.”

Jeanne used her hand to analyze his finger, scared her hook could accidentally make the scratch worse. It wasn't deep, but it probably hurt because it was big. She asked him if he knew where the first aid kit was, he said he didn't know, so – with much protest from Kalim’s end – she just ripped a part of her red sash(?) off, wrapping it around his hand. The boy sighed.

“...sorry.”

“It's whatever. I can get another one.” She said nonchalantly, finishing to tie it around his hand. “Now, why were you crying?"

“I already said it, I cut–”

“No, you wouldn't cry because of that.” She demanded, her blue eyes capturing his red ones and making him bite his lip nervously. “Listen, Kalim… you can be vulnerable with me, really. Even if it's something stupid – which I don't think it is – I won't laugh.”

The white haired boy stayed quiet for a moment, until he ultimately gave up and looked down, his cheeks growing red in shame.

“I… I tried cooking something small. Just for me, you know? But… I ended up not only burning it but also hurting myself.” He then pointed to the sink, where a burnt pan laid, whatever food had been inside it was probably thrown in the trash. It explained the horrible smell she felt when getting into NRC’s kitchen.

“I thought Jamil didn't let you use a knife, or a stove?”

“He doesn't know.”

“Oh.” With that, she looked at him puzzled. “So… you're crying because it went wrong?”

“N-no, not really, it's just–” he groaned, resting his arms on the table and his head on them right after. Jeanne could see his frustration from a mile away. “I'm tired of not being able to do anything right, Jeanne. I can't even hold a knife properly.”

Oh.

Jeanne rubbed her hand up and down his back, her heart aching because of his pain, which was so clearly obvious. Kalim was shaking, he felt useless, he didn't understand why everything he made went so wrong. It was incredibly frustrating. The worst thing? Probably one of the most independent people he knew had caught him crying over not being able to cook a meal.

He… just felt so much shame.

“Kalim, look at me.” Jeanne asked, and he hesitantly complied. He saw a gentle smile on her face as she slowly passed her hands through his short hair. “Let's do it again, together. I'll guide you, and you’ll be able to do it by yourself.”

“No, you don't– I don't want to inconvenience you…” Kalim immediately refused, but was quickly silenced by a tender kiss on his forehead. Jeanne's eyes seemed to lock his gaze, making him weak and at her mercy, as she usually did.

It was a shame he couldn't hate her for the power she held over him.

“It's not inconvenient. I want to help you.” She said, a smile on her face. She made a small bun with her own hair, going to the sink to wash her hand and her hook, looking for alcohol to disinfect it. “I won't interfere unless I absolutely have to, come on. Let's make soup or something.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, still worried, but only received a smile from his girlfriend.

“Absolutely.”

With that, Kalim finally chuckled, the sound music to Jeanne's ears.

“Ok… thank you.”

This felt SO princess and the frog codded

KALIM IS A BABY BC HE IS CUTE AND SWEET

BUT HE IS FOR NOT WANTING TO BE IN OTHERS EYES A BABY :(((

also jeanne is such a gentleman, throw my hat to her

what a woman, amen

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For no reason in particular (I do have a hidden reason) do u have a viuna relationship timeline or mayhaps just their relationship dynamic??👀👀

TAKE A DEEP BREATH PARTNER BC U CAME TO THE RIGHT PERSON AT THE RIGHT TIME

Heh… I am having a Viuna brainrot 😭… Again-

I love them so much and I feel dumb because I NEVER talked about their troupes and time line- Like “congrats girlie! people still can’t predict what is ur oc lore, try again later 😍”

Try to tag along, this was longer than expected 🤩 (i am terribly sorry)

Also tumblr fuck u for deleting half of this, making me have to write it all again 🥲🥲

Stage 1- First meeting: Unbeknownst to Yuuna, who was desperately trying to blend into the expectations surrounding her, Vil saw beyond the facade and glimpsed the strain in her eyes. Their initial interaction was polite, it was on book 2, where the moment she stepped on the room it was that silly saying “love at first sight”, but definitely she had a small puppy crush on him, she would tend to notice him more often than before, not just because he is a housewander, but he had a charm… Nothing too intriguing or away from casual happened; there lingered an unspoken connection that neither of them could ignore, but that would be reviewed later on.

Stage 2- Deal with the Schoenheit: In book 5, Vil had an idea for how to win people’s attention for his upcoming competition with Neige LeBlanc: Dating someone, if he showed to be gentle not just with fans and cameras but with a partner, maybe it would catch others eyes. After class, he proposed the idea of a fake dating scenario to Yuuna, a friend, and thought he didn’t knew her for not that long, it seemed like the perfect solution, she had the elegance and pretty. Without counting, people were intrigued by the magicless girl, and how she helped and fought 4 overblots, who wouldn’t like to look further more up on them?

Stage 3- Fake it and pretend it: It started simple; they had to pretend as if not wanting to get caught on public together, but oddly enough, they would be weirdly close whenever “out of public”, the first one to noticed was Floyd who told Azul immediately. And with that, the rumor started. After the rumor spread, it was more obvious, he would drop off her in class, she would sit down with Vil instead of Ace, Deuce and Grim. The bomb it was when Jamil was back to get something he had forgotten when he was practicing, he caught along with Kalim; even though it was only one kiss and Vil promised never to do it again… Yuuna feel like she wouldn’t mind doing it again. After that, they would walk to class holding hands, he would kiss her forehead, hold her waist, gift her flowers and all those things. Just two more weeks.

Stage 4- First one to fall: Yuuna just had one problem, she started to become more what she thought Vil wanted her to be, just like she did with her parents. She was a mirror of what people input expectations over her, as the girlfriend of a famous model like Vil. So, one day the panic was stronger, she missed the first period of class until Vil comes to see her; Yuuna was laying on the floor, hugging her knees and crying. Afraid to have the same problem she had with her parents all over again, after all she finally was able to get a personality of her own. The more Vil approached, the more he notices her afraid of him. Yuuna had bad memories and was taught that cry is for the weeks, so he expected the rightful punishment, but instead… He stays there for her reassuring it’s okay and he has the time to hear her. After that, Yuuna has fallen… She had fallen for Vil, for his dedication and understanding. And for finally feeling appreciated. There’s one week left.

Stage 5- We still pretending, right?: After that, Yuuna has got more comfortable around Vil. She felt save, and she did pushed herself trying to make advances on Vil (she never did so), at least she tried. And Vil- He was confused, suddenly everything he was doing didn’t felt only platonic or a pretend relationship. It felt he wanted that with her… But his mind immediately stop the thoughts, one day she would go back home and her home is not in that world. Why hope for something stupid? No wishing well would make that one come true. Half of a week to go.

Stage 6- Ink flows: Vil poisons Neige. That was the shock for his overblot, he tried to take out his opponent! The overblot caused everything to decay, everyone was tired after the fight, Vil was recovering and Yuuna… Well, she was the one who jumped in front of Vil when she saw something that was going to hurt him falling down. Yuuna rushes to not get Vil hurt, and she was able to do so. But now she is also the one who needs rest, she quietly lays on the bed of the nursery. When she hears the door crack open in the middle of the night, “Yuuna?”

Stage 7- The public saw enough: They are similar, aren’t they? Vil lived on the shadows of the main characters. Yuuna is the shadow, the reflection, the dark. Everything but, the hero of their stories… Their own stories. Vil was wrong he knows that, Yuuna didn’t tried to defend him, as she was too disappointed to say anything about it. Not disappointed to him, she was mad, but she knew the pain he felt… That’s the point; Yuuna was disappointed with herself because she knew how he felt and she doesn’t know how to make him not feel that. “I don’t think we need to pretend more, right?” She asks Vil. Yuuna was tired of the pretend game, she caught feelings that were never going to be spoken out loud, and Vil… Still missing for some things for his puzzle of feelings. “Yeah, I think we are done. Thank you for your help, Yuuna.” He says his heart breaking as if really going through an actual break up. Looking away Vil ties his hair up trying to get the fresh air better. It all felt suffocating. Meanwhile Yuuna stands looking at the door, she wants to do what she has in mind, she can’t.

Stage 8- The finale: It’s been long enough, after the SDC’s results Rook told Vil to trust himself more and this would be his the key, right? So he trusts that Yuuna likes him back… He hopes, at least. After all, Vil, despite his initial disdain for fairy tale illusions, couldn't deny the allure of Yuuna's true self. He liked that side, the side where she doesn’t work for people’s expectations, but she works for herself. That’s what made him fall.

Vil: What are we?

Yuuna: Friends, right?

Vil: No… What are we, Yuuna?

Yuuna: . . . ?

Vil: *Sighs* I just… I just cannot seem to ignore that half things I did with you were just a platonic or pretend thing.

Yuuna: . . .

Vil: Sevens… Say something!

Yuuna: . . .

Yuuna: You have the most beautiful heart, I’ve seen, Vil. You are so kind and determined, and even with the overblot fiasco, you never give up.

Vil: . . .

Yuuna: You are simply the fairest of them all, Vil Schoenheit. I just wish you could see it…

Yuuna: And I’ve fallen for you, yet you deserve so much better-

Vil: *Cuts her with a kiss*

Yuuna: *Speechless but happy*

Vil: *Pulls away* But I want you. I love you too, Yuuna.

To say, Yuuna would choose Vil because of him, not his looks, because just like Rook said, the only one who can tell he is the fairest of them all is himself, Yuuna can only say he is the fairest of them all because of his personality. She read more deep into that more than anything.

HAPPY ENDING!! 🥳🥳

Extra: In Book 6, Vil panicked that Yuuna would leave him because of his older appearance. Which she shakes her head and promises that he wouldn’t be going around any time soon. <3 Until, Book 7 where they have an argument because Yuuna is conflicted between Vil and her home, meanwhile Vil thinks he is an insuficiente reason for her to stay.

Anyway, to answer what troupe they are as a resume for their story since you also asked, and since I think not everyone wants to read 50 pages essay 😰:

Fake dating (friends to lover type)

Soulmates (kinda of? i mean they are kinda of trauma bounded 😓)

She fell first, both fell unconditionally harder

And for the last but not least; forbidden love/right person, not enough time (<- basically all of my oc x canon troupes 😘)

sorry for the long ass ramble but I hope you like it!! and sorry that tumblr deleted it make it longer for me to answer (pay my time back tumblr.)

(tagging; @justm3di0cr3 after all, she is one of us, viuna’s shippers. 🙏)

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Hey I forgot I promised to make an alternative ending for jamali's 5+1 fic😍 (I'm procrastinating on taking a nap bc I'm stupid and don't listen to my body). It's not long, no worries, just wanted to explore this idea hehe

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(...) "Thank you." She said, then, tried to take back her confidence with her usual teasing nature: "if you think I'm so pretty, how about giving me a kiss?"

Jamil stared at her, not daring to move nor to speak. He knew she was just playing around, just messing with her favorite little toy, he was aware... But a part of him was so fed up he kind of wanted to do it. Just to see if it would shut her up.

"Alright." He said, and Damali widened her eyes in shock, not fully comprehending that he just agreed to her joke.

"Wait, are you se–"

She couldn't finish, not when Jamil was fighting against his better judgement. He needed to act fast before he gave up and walked away like a coward away, so he quickly put his hands on her jaw, bringing his face closer to hers and kissing her.

Damali's eyes stayed opened in shock, but soon she gave in to her emotions, ignoring all sense of reason only to find joy at that moment, to be able to finally feel him so close to her.

After all, this was no longer a mere game to her.

After they parted, Jamil looked down, his face red as he still held hers in his hands, almost as if not believing what he had just done.

"You... Have a tongue piercing."

"That's the first thing you tell me after I kiss you?" Jamil said, a chuckle escaping him and Damali couldn't help but smile.

"I didn't know. There was no way I would've known, I'm just surprised." Her hands moved to his face, leaving a gentle and quick kiss on his nose. "Still, I'm unsure if that was just my imagination... I'd like to confirm it."

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THEY FRENCH KISSASS AHGSNQYDJWYSJAYSJQYDJWYZJAYSJWUSAJHSAJ

PANIC PANICKING ALOT

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Anyways😍

I'm not gonna send fics to u for a hot minute not only bc I don't have anything fully written other than these last two that I make but also bc I'm scared of being a bother sksjksjs

ONCE AGAIN DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR NOT READING/ANSWERING RIGHT AWAY I know how school can be so hard and take so much of your time! In fact, I expect you to take ur time answering, since I assume you're busy. So don't worry!

•••

It's been weeks, Daisy noticed, that Ruggie Bucchi, the greediest person she knew, had started sharing his food with her. Granted, he wasn't sharing his actual meal, but everytime he somehow could get his hands on a dessert, especially if they were pumpkin flavored, he would always give them to her.

Sometimes Daisy thought he went out of his way to get his hands on said desserts just for her, but that was an obscure theory that Daisy was ashamed of even pondering. 

That all happened after the incident with Azul and his contract with Daisy, and the sharing of desserts was only the beginning. She also noticed how he started being… more gentle with her. If he happened to be around, he’d hold the door open for her; if her hair happened to be a mess, he would quickly fix it for her; if he passed by her in the hallways of the school, he would quickly pet her head and continue walking as if nothing had happened. The Ruggie Bucchi, known for being greedy, selfish and for never doing anything for anyone unless he got something in return, was suddenly doing all of this for Daisy… but with what intent?

Initially, Daisy assumed he wanted to somehow make her in debt with him, but he never showed any signs of asking for something in return, nor did he ever voice wanting something from her. Then, she thought maybe she had him in debt with her, but she remembered him saying that his debt for her helping him recover after Leona's overblot had already been paid for him helping her stay in Savanaclaw. Soon she came to the conclusion that maybe she was just thinking too much about all of this. So Ruggie was being nicer to her, what about it?

Except… she couldn't deny her big crush on the hyena beastman. She couldn't deny how endearing she thought he was by always commenting on his beloved grandma, how amazed she was at his hard work and determination and how much his support in the few days she stayed at Savanaclaw meant to her. She couldn't deny any of it.

And she guessed… she thought he was quite handsome as well…

The thing is, Daisy couldn't stop thinking about each and everyone of Ruggie’s small acts of kindness and care, not when every movement of his made her heart skip a beat and her face blush to an unbelievable extent. She kept wondering why he was suddenly like this, so thoughtful and caring around her… yet her brain kept telling her it was probably nothing much, that she was overthinking… he was probably just showing he saw her as a friend. Which she liked to believe she was but… the idea of being seen as only a friend by him was no longer appealing. She hated being so selfish but she wanted to be way more than a friend.

“I’m certain Ruggie’s got a crush on the prefect.” Ace had said once, making Daisy blush as she looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed.

“W-what makes you think that?”

“Daisy, have you ever seen Ruggie be this considerate to literally anyone else? As a guy who's been in a relationship I can tell a crush from a mile away.”

“You have one relationship experience and you ended up ghosting the poor girl, I don't think you have the right to speak.” Deuce retaliated and so a banter started between the two, as Grim laughed at them as he rested on Daisy’s lap.

That one comment made Daisy’s head hurt even more. Did… did Ruggie like her back? If… if so, was this his way of showing it to her? Most importantly, why hasn't he asked her out yet if that was the case? 

The blonde was tired, to say the least, so she made up her mind: she would corner Ruggie and ask him straight up what was up with all these confusing signals and if he liked her in return. Yes! She was gonna do it!

…Except it was easier said than done.

“You ain't gonna eat that?” Ruggie said, finishing his sandwich. Him and Daisy ended up finding each other at the botanical gardens, Ruggie seemed to have just given Leona his lunch and was about to have his, and Daisy wanted to eat somewhere less crowded for once. She wanted time to think. “I'm always hungry so I can finish that for ya.”

“No, it's- I'll eat it.” Daisy said, continuing to eat the croissant she was able to buy in the cafeteria earlier that day. It felt like home. 

“If you insist. Also, that reminds me.” Ruggie takes out two lollipops from his pockets and hands one to Daisy. She observes it as she finishes chewing on the last bite of her croissant. It was pumpkin flavored. “I found these lollipops at a very cheap price at Sam’s store. I never saw one pumpkin flavored before.” Then, Ruggie unwrapped his own, putting it into his mouth and letting a happy hum escape. Daisy smiled at him as she tried unwrapping her lollipop.

“Thanks, Ruggie. You didn't have to...” she said, her cheeks pink, this was exactly what she was talking about, why would he spend money on a lollipop for her? Sure, it might not be expensive but every bit of money counted for Ruggie… she sighed quietly as she tried but failed to unwrap her lollipop.

“Here.” Ruggie got the lollipop from her hands, unwrapping it and putting the wrap in his pocket until he could throw it away. He put it in front of her mouth and Daisy felt her face warm up as he basically fed her the lollipop. She hated how he didn't even look affected by that.

“Thank you…” she held onto her lollipop for dear life, her face red as she stared at the ground.

“‘tis nothing.” Ruggie chuckled, breaking his lollipop with his teeth with extreme ease. “Simple stuff.”

“But you’ve been doing a lot of simple stuff to me lately…” she tried hinting at what she wanted to say… maybe he would recognize she wanted an explanation so she wouldn't have to deal with having to ask awkward questions. 

Ruggie seemed to smile sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “It's really not that big a deal. I do this kinda stuff for the neighborhood kids back home all the time.”

“Oh.” Daisy felt slightly hurt, did that mean he saw her as nothing more than a friend? Perhaps even a sibling because of how he viewed those kids? “So… Do you just… think of me as those kids? Like, a sister?”

“What? Ew, no.” That thought seemed to disgust him, shown by his sour expression. “I just mean that I'm used to doing this sort of thing.”

“Oh.” she let a small smile escape, relieved at hearing that. She seemed to stop for a moment, wanting to ponder and wonder if asking her question really was worth it… but she knew if she didn't she would go crazy. “Do you… see me as something else then?”

Ruggie looked at her and she saw — or maybe that was her wishful thinking — the faint blush on his cheeks. His ears twitched as he tilted his head.

“What do you mean?”

“Ruggie, do you- uhm…” Daisy breathed in and out, trying to have courage for what she was about to ask. “Do you… like me, or something? I mean… as in, do you have… feelings for me?”

Ruggie went quiet for a moment, as he held onto his lollipop stick and looked ahead, a small wrinkle on his nose and a blush on his cheeks. Did she upset him…? Did… did he feel offended by the idea? Maybe even disgusted at the thought of-

“Yeah.” 

Daisy looked at him in shock, her eyes widening as her mouth was open, her lollipop in her hand and the other one gripping the bench they were both sitting on. Did he just- did he admit to having a crush on her? Just like that? That easily?

“Why’d you think I was doing all this, dummy?” Ruggie frowned at her, finger flicking her forehead and she held the place he touched, still very much in awe and confused.

“Then why didn't you tell me anything?”

“I don't know… that's not really in my nature, I guess…” Ruggie scratched his head, embarrassed. “You might not know this because you're a human… but male hyenas usually just… do stuff to get the female’s approval… I was just waiting for you to catch onto the clues.”

“I– R-Ruggie I'm not a beastman, I don't understand this sort of stuff!” She complained, her face unbelievably red as Ruggie chuckled, his own cheeks the same color. 

“I know but come on! I thought I was being pretty obvious even for a human!” Daisy puffed out her cheeks, mumbling something under her breath as she tasted her lollipop once again. Ruggie let out his signature laugh and tilted his head, looking fondly at the girl sitting next to him. “Aw, come on, don't be like that, silly.”

“Well… then take me on a date.” 

“Huh?”

“I'm tired of beating around the bush.” Daisy explained, she looked at the ground in embarrassment, but she knew if she wanted whatever relationship they could have to work, she needed to continue. “So… take me on a date. Since I like you and… and you seem to like me.”

“You… like me?” Ruggie seemed almost surprised at the thought, his ears twitching and his cheeks pink as he forced an awkward smile. “You mean it?”

“I-I’ve liked you for a while now, that's why I asked what you thought of me… seeing you being so nice to me without an apparent reason was making me very confused.” The blonde tried looking at him, a slight frown on her face as she pouted.

Adorable, was what Ruggie thought.

“Well… I can't take you anywhere fancy.” The hyena beastman said, almost fearful that she would reject him for such a thing, but she simply shook her head and smiled warmly.

“I don't mind. As long as you're there, that's all I need.”

Ruggie’s blue eyes stared at Daisy’s brown ones for a moment, before he burst into laughter, making the girl blush in embarrassment as she frowned at him, saying: “don't laugh!”

“You're too sappy Daisy!”

“If you don't like it then–”

“I do. I like it very much.” He stopped laughing, drying a few years that were starting to show, and Daisy looked at the side, biting her lips. “Alright, I’ll take you on a date.” he got a few strands of her hair, bringing it close to his face as he smiled at her. “If you wish.”

Daisy smiled back, her face red but she didn't mind it anymore. “I’ll be delighted.” 

A

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG?????? THATS ADORABLE

LIKE IDONT THINK U UNDERSTAND HOW ADORABLE THIS IS TO ME— OMGOMGOMG I WANNA KISS THEIR FOREHEADS AND TUCK THEM IN BED THIS IS SO😭😭😭🩷

GIVING THEM ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD BC AKDUWKDYQKGEWJSIWKDUWK

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THIS IS MY REVENGE. HOW DARE YOU. HURT YUUNA... RAHHH

But to be fair I'm unsure that this will make u that sad since it has a hopeful ending🧍🏻‍♀️ I tried. Also. May I add. This is like years after their marriage (so they're well in their mid 20s/late 20s), pregnancy was by accident yada yada... I thought this idea would be good for Leona's character development when it comes to children since he would learn to not be afraid of treating his child like crap because he just would want to have them so bad, aka Kyra was a very wanted child by him. Also "them" is used bc I don't like using "it" for an unborn child and I didn't know if leobelle knew the gender of the baby yet

Also tw: m1sc4rr14ge, plus it's probably not well depicted but hey I did my best

•••

When Leona finally arrived home he didn't want anything more than to jump on his bed with Isabelle and sleep, though he was certain she would complain his ear off about wanting to sleep so early, that there was still stuff they could do… sometimes his wife was a real workaholic.

“Isa.” Leona called, the nickname now rolled off his tongue nicely, but he remembered a time where it felt strange, unnatural. He couldn't even remember now how he was so far away from Isabelle. “Isabelle?” He called once again, not finding her around the house.

Leona walked around, going from room to room and quickly stopping to take a look at… his child’s room.

When Isabelle had come to him, all worried with a pregnancy test showing positive, his heart sank for two reasons: one, the fact that Isabelle was worried about his reaction to her carrying his child, and two, the fact that… she was right to be worried, and unfortunately, he couldn't find much joy in the matter.

Leona knew himself, through his experiences with Cheka he was aware he had a problem with children. No, he didn't hate them, they're children; however, he had a very difficult time dealing with them, their lack of personal space, lack of ability to read a room and just their constant energy made Leona tired and irritable. He didn't want kids, he knew he would be an awful father because of his lack of patience and understanding… and deep down… he was scared his child would be mistreated because of being the son or daughter of the failed second prince.

But now Isabelle had a child growing inside her, and he couldn't just ignore that fact. 

Leona looked around the yellow room, the toys they had bought, the little crib… he sighed. He needed to suck it up and be a man, not only for Isabelle and that child but to himself.

Suddenly, he heard sobs. 

“Isabelle?” He called, walking a bit faster to the bathroom, where he heard the noise. His hand on the door handle. “Isabelle, are you alright?”

No response, the sobs just continued like she couldn't even hear him, but he couldn't leave her there alone, he needed to see if she was ok. He opened the door, and his eyes widened in shock, looking everywhere around the room.

Isabelle was crying, hugging her legs, and beneath her and around other parts of the floor there was blood. So much blood. 

“Wha– Isa, hey, look at me.” He urged, crouching down in front of her, grabbing her arms and face to make her look at him. She avoided his eyes and she couldn't stop crying, and Leona looked everywhere around her to understand where she was hurt. “Isa, where are you hurt? What happened? Can you get up?” After he finally got a hold of her face, she held his wrists and broke down once again, her tears falling down fast and she couldn't stop. Leona was so insanely worried, his mate was hurt, but he couldn't see where, he didn't understand. The smell of blood was making him sick, but he couldn't nor did he want to leave her alone like this. “We need a doctor. Wait here, I'll get the–”

“I lost them.” Isabelle mumbled before Leona was able to walk away, his hands being held by hers so he wouldn't leave. She looked at him desperately, almost as if begging for help. “I lost them, Leona. I lost them.”

He stared at her, then, his gaze made its way to her belly.

No.

“Isabelle, what do you mean?”

“I'm sorry.”

“Isa.” He urged, crouching down once again, holding her face gently as he felt his eyes sting. “What do you mean?” 

Isabelle couldn't answer, his question seemed to make her cry even more, as she threw herself in his chest and held onto his shirt. She kept apologizing, kept saying how this was her fault for not taking better care of herself, for not resting enough, for not eating as well as she should. Leona couldn't speak as he himself started tearing up.

He lost them. Before he could even meet them. Before he could even show his love for them or try to fight his awful habits.

They was gone.

•••

“Your highness, please, you should try to eat a bit, I promise it's–” the servant was interrupted by Leona as he took the plate and water from her telling her to go fulfill other duties. The servant bowed down and left, Leona sat on their bed.

“Isa.” He said softly after putting the plate on his lap and the cup of water on their night stand. “You need to eat, my love.” Isabelle didn't even move, she just kept with her back turned to him, hugging her body. Normally, she would blush and ask why he was suddenly using such a sweet nickname, but right now, there was no reaction. Leona sighed. “Please. If you can't do it for yourself, do it for me.”

Isabelle stayed quiet, but after a few seconds, she slowly sat up, her blanket falling on her lap as she looked down to her hands. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, her hair was a mess from trying to sleep the day away… it was like a mirror, really. She looked just like him when he was still at NRC.

All the more reason to take care of her.

Leona grabbed her chin, making her look at him. “I need you to eat. Even if it's just a bit. Do you think you can do it?”

“...I can try.”

“That’s more than enough.” Leona got a bit of the chicken soup in the spoon, blowing on it so it wouldn't burn Isabelle's mouth, then, he offered it to her. She ate it without saying a word, chewing on it very slowly, and swallowing it as if it hurt her. After five bites or so, Isabelle started rejecting the food, and Leona sighed. “Isabelle, you must eat to stay healthy.”

“I wasn't healthy enough to carry our child, so what does it matter now?”

Silence. 

“The doctor said it wasn't because of your health. The embryo just couldn't develop properly.”

“The baby couldn't develop properly.” She corrected him, her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes started to sting. “Why do you refuse to call them that?”

“Isabelle.” The beastman said, a stern tone of his voice and the woman flinched. She knew she crossed a line, but goodness she was so angry. She was so sad. She didn't know what to do. 

“Why do you refuse to call them a child? You even refused to get into our child’s room, the servants had to take all of our baby’s stuff for themselves.” She questioned, her eyes tearing up, and once a tear fell she dried it right away. Sorrow, anger and pain filling her heart. “Why are you being so… so cold?”

“Because if I call them a child, if I look at their stuff I won't be able to live with myself.” He finally explained himself. Isabelle stared at him. Leona felt his own eyes sting so he blinked a few times to try and push the tears away. He put the plate on their night stand. “Isa, I– I don't talk about it because I can't. I knew I wouldn't be a good father but– that was my child. I didn't even get a chance to try.”

Isabelle went quiet at that. She started fidgeting with her hands while seeing from the corner of her eye Leona resting his face on his hand. She's been married to him for years now, she's been dating him for even longer, she knows how he functions and right now? She screwed up.

Isabelle was the mother, and there was a special bond with her and her lost baby… but Leona was the father. That was also his child, his baby. His cub.

“Leo.” She called, he didn't look but she noticed his ears twitch at her call. “I'm… I'm sorry. I was being insensitive.” Isabelle rested her head on his shoulder, grabbing his free hand and rubbing circles with her thumb. “I’ve just… I'm just so sad and angry with myself– I wasn't able to see where you're coming from. I'm so sorry, dear.”

Leona sighed, drying his cheeks. He had cried without Isabelle noticing… that was another blow to her heart. Leona sniffled, grabbing her plate once again.

“If you're so sorry then eat.” He put another spoonful of food in front of her face and she let out a faint smile, eating it right after.

“For the record…” Isabelle started after swallowing the food. “You will be a wonderful father, Leona.”

Leona felt his heart ache, his throat dry and his eyes sting. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the sensation and gave Isabelle a long kiss on the forehead, filled with affection. 

“And you will be a wonderful mother.”

Will. Soon enough. 

me: does a really small scenario about if yuuna left, leaving her to STILL have a happy life even though she is away from vil.

mah: . . . i can do it worse.

HOW. HOW DARE YOU.

U KNOW WHAT? GO TO TIME OUT.

[viilpstick]

ALSO unrelated but you're up late what goes in🤨

oh i was in my spiritual center, but i slept in the car soo it will take awhile for my sleep to come back

[viilpstick]

"Why are you frowning?" Anneliese asks to the Scarabia vice housewarden, gaining nothing but a click of his tongue in response.

"I'm not frowning."

"Your eyebrows say otherwise."

"Well, why are you pouting?" He glares at her and Anneliese simply sighs and puts her hands on her lap gracefully, – this was how Daisy does it right? When she doesn't know where to put her hands... – realizing she's been caught.

"Nothing. I'm just– well–" she tries to explain, but something's caught in her throat as she looks at Damali and Rook, the blonde guiding her on the dance floor with elegance and care as she laughed her heart out. "I just feel like I lost something."

"Well, I for certain didn't lose anything." Jamil says as he stands up, his frown deeper as he fixes his hair. "If you want to sit here and complain sure, but I'm not letting that freak take what's mine."

"I thought you didn't like Damali."

"I don't." It was a lie, both of them knew that, but she let it slide, merely giving him a deadpan look. "Doesn't change the fact that I want her affections to myself."

"I can see the toy can also get jealous of its owner."

"Shut it." With that, Jamil left, walking towards the dance floor and effortlessly using the excuse of a dance to steal Damali away and glare at Rook, now without a pair.

His eyes made contact with Anneliese's, she looked away.

"Not everyone can be like you, Jamil..." She mumbled, an annoyed sigh leaving her.

•••

Idk what this is *dies*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"I can see the toy can also get jealous of its owner." OMG

ANNELIESE.

WHO TAUGH YOU THAT???????

...... it was def rook.

MAAM THAT WAS MORE SOUR THAN A CANDY WITH SUGAR.

OMFG

I LOVE IT

we need to brainrot more with that idea dayum

[viilpstick]

Me using my telepathic powers to force you to brainrot over HP so we can think of a HP au for our ocs and think of cute scenarios

*me having re read the three first books and watch the four movies*

force me? whatever you did it worked a long while ago

[viilpstick]

Me: sigh I don't understand why my back hurts sm :((

Also me: *stayed 5 hours or so hunched over in front of a computer drawing*

me.

ME.

[viilpstick]

— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀。 SHE//HER

જ⁀➴ All those days watching from the windows, all those years outside looking in, all that time never even knowing. Just how blind I've been. Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight, now I'm here, suddenly I see. Standing here, it's all so clear, I'm where I'm meant to be.

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