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— THE CONCUBINE GAME !! ♡. Synposis ; After many months of persuading, the emperor, Y/N L/N had finally agreed to take in a select few concubines and consorts—not an official partner.. but concubines. This caused an uproar in court; however the emperor promised to choose an official partner; amongst the crowd of concubines and consorts.. Who will the emperor choose?
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— Themes ; Harem / historical au , Twisted wonderland , multiple characters x reader , royalty au , includes rsa + yuuka/yuuken. ♡ . • . will contain suggestive themes.
ꕟ Notes ; I'll try to research for this but I really just want to experiment around with this, I have an idea in mind for the plot and this may go on for quite a few parts, so prepare for a long read. This isn't a smau, since phones didn't exist back then.
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ꔁ Profiles ; Harem entries ; Accepted reports ; To be confirmed ; ♡
ꔞ , Chapter 0 ; Tbh...
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ꔞ , Chapter 3 ; Tbh...
ꔞ , Chapter 4 ; Tbh...
ꔞ , Chapter 5 ; Tbh...
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Twisted Wonderland Characters Signing Your Shirt
So when I was in primary school, on the very last day of term, the year 6 leavers would sign each other's white school polo shirts with felt tips as a sort of parting gift before we all went our separate ways to secondary school. I thought it might be cool if the reader shared this tradition with her friends at NRC.
Warning: I write reader as female
I literally had no idea what to write for bat grandpa and Silver so I just didn’t write them. In return, I’ll add snippets of Trein, Crewel, Vargas and Sam
Word Count: 8k+
Despite the comfort you felt with your friends in Twisted Wonderland and the obvious collective effort that your fellow students showed in making you feel at home in this strange new world, sometimes it did strike you just how different your current abode was - well, barring the universal use of magic that was so common that even infants were capable of it, of course. Such instances when your geographical displacement was most apparent was when you were reminded that there seemed to be little to no shared holidays between your world and this. For example, whilst Halloween did exist here, the concept of Christmas, Easter and Valentine’s Day didn’t - and neither did Mother’s or Father’s Day or even the smaller holidays like International Best Friends’ Day. It made you wonder if this world had any holidays or traditions that yours didn’t. This exact conversation starter was how you found yourself sitting cross legged on the floor of Ramshackle with your fellow first year friends as you all discussed different traditions that you’ve all partaken in (when in fact you were supposed to be using this timeframe to be studying for an upcoming assessment). 
“You know,” you mused out loud, “my primary school had this tradition where on the very last day, all of the leavers would sign each others’ shirts.”
“Really?” Deuce looked at you with sparkling wide eyes, and leaned forward slightly, as if he was hanging onto every word you said and was careful that he would miss a single syllable that came out of your mouth despite sitting less than two feet away from you.
“Yep. It was basically as a parting momentum we’d give each other to show our support even if we are parting ways and may never see each other again. I still have mine hanging in my wardrobe at home. By the end of the day, it was covered in so many felt tip marks that it was more colourful than white,” you gave a nostalgic smile at the memory of your eleven year old self being surrounded by your laughing and tearful classmates as they decorated each other’s polo shirts (and even some a lot of skin) with well wishes, signatures and drawings that were partly sweet, partly adoringly offensive and partly completely random and out there that you had no idea of what to make of them. It did make you wonder how they were currently doing and then it hit you - you had no way of knowing. Atleast back home, whenever you found yourself revisiting your younger years, you had the ability of picking up your phone and finding out for yourself. But here - here in this world where your friends and family didn’t exist, where your life had about as much substance as a black hole until that fateful day you appeared in front of that dark mirror - you had absolutely no way of connecting to anyone you once knew. You didn’t even have any pictures or mementos from your world to remind yourself that they were even real to begin with. How long would you be able to cling on to your memories and -
“Y/N,” Jack's voice pierced through the blurry memories as sharply and swiftly as Rook’s arrow, shattering every thought like glass and every fragment of them fell and dissolved into nothing until you found yourself out of your head and sitting in your dorm’s living room floor with Grim on your lap and your friends nearby. His face contorted with concern the second he noticed your smile going from fond to bittersweet, “are you okay?”
Were you?
“Why don’t we do that?” Epel blurted out.
You looked at him in confusion as Jack and Deuce glared at him for his interruption (but, honestly, you were very grateful for that), tilting your head to the side, “huh?”
“The-the shirt signing thing. I never did it when I left elementary. It sounds like fun?” he looked at the other boys, “whatdya fellas think?”
“I’m in,” Ace stretched out his arms.
“Me too,” Deuce said immediately after, sitting up a little straighter.
“I’ll-I’ll join in as well,” Jack stuttered out, “just ‘cause you guys are. Not-not because it sounds fun or anything, alright.”
“Hmm,” Sebek scoffed, crossing his arms and looking down on the rest of the group with an expression that says ‘I’m very much interested but I’m not going to say that because I’m a tsundere who pledges allegiance to my large commissioned portrait of Waka-sama every morning’, “I suppose these human customs seem adequate enough for me to partake in them. If at least to ensure that you do not tread on a path that could cause a disturbance to Lord Malleus, as is my duty as his knight.”
Ace rolled his eyes, “sure, pal.”
“Everyone wait,” Grim yelled out, “I should go first. As Y/N is my minion, she should receive the honour of getting The Great Grim’s mark first.”
When Ace and Deuce looked like they were about to argue, you silenced them with an, “alright, Grim, you can go first.”
Since he’s so small, he couldn’t really reach that high, even though you were sitting down
He signed ‘to my favourite minion, from the great grim. P.S buy me more tuna’ at the bottom of your shirt near the hem of your shirt
He added a little simple drawing of a fish and a doodle of a small tin of tuna next to his words
Since he didn’t wear any clothes, you signed your own name with a cute little heart on the dangly end of the ribbon that made up the bow around his neck.
He and Deuce played rock, paper, scissors to decide who should go next
He had to be reminded by everyone not to write anything too big
“That means that I can barely write anything. You’re so short and small that half a sentence would take up half of your shirt,” he snarks with a teasing grin.
Deuce hit him over the head with an unimpressed look for that one
Good boy Deuce
He uses one of his red pens to sign ‘your best friend and favourite person in the whole world who you like more than Deuce, Ace Trappola’ with a smiley face and a doodle of the ace of hearts card under under your collar, near your chest area before surveying his masterpiece and looking up at you with a smug wink
Deuce hit him again
You signed your own name on his collar with a heart next to it
“A heart?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you, “are you trying to tell me something, prefect?”
Baby boy is so scared
He’s so worried that he’ll ruin your shirt with something you won’t like that his hands are shaking
Protect him
After you reassure him that you’ll love whatever he does (Ace: not as much as mine, though 😏) he nods, eyes burning with determination as he braves himself and picks up a dark blue biro
He slowly and steadily writes out, in his neatest handwriting ‘you’re my best friend and I can’t imagine NRC without you. You always make me happy, Deuce Spade” with a little coloured-in spade doodle next to his name on the stomach part of your shirt (because the mere notion of idea of going any higher made his head spin and face burn)
The entire time he was diligently writing, he was looking at his handiwork with the most concentrated expression you had seen, with his eyebrows furrowed with great attention and care whilst his tongue stuck out slightly from between his teeth
He does know that this is supposed to be a fun little activity, right? He knows that he’s not signing his last will and testament (of course he does. In his mind, this was way more important)
“That’s great, Deuce. I love it.” you smiled softly at him when he finished
He perks up at the praise before blushing and looked down, his pink face conveying how bashfully pleased he was that he didn’t mess up
He’s so going to tell his mother about this during their nightly phone calls
“Thank you, Y/N,” he shyly smiles back at you
You place your own signature on his shirt as he looks on at you with still pink cheeks
You beam at him after punctuating your name with a small little hear
“You didn’t say anything about miiinnee ~”
No, his tail is most definitely not wagging in excitement when he approaches you with a gel pen in hand so shut up
No one said a word, wolfy
Writes a swift ‘keep up the good work. Jack Howl’
A simple wolf, our Jack is
Please ignore the red blossoming along his cheeks and nose and the still wagging tail as he doodles a little cactus next to his name
You give him a smile as you sign your own name on his shirt and add a little smiley face next to it
You can still see some red peeking out from under his hand as he covers the lower half of his face with his palm, his tail wagging like crazy 
You swear that you can hear a faint little “thank you”
“Hell, yeah! Move aside, losers, it’s my turn!”
*coughs and clears throat* “ahem, I mean - it’s my turn to sign your shirt, prefect.”
Uses his dark purple gel pen to sign his name and draws an apple next to it
Pretends that he isn’t elated to see your name on his shirt
Is planning to proudly wear that shirt to Vil’s etiquette lessons, propriety be damned
Is also whooping and punching the air the second he’s out of sight
He strides towards you all stiff and square-shouldered
Signs ‘Sebek Zigvolt, loyal knight and retainer of His Glorious Majesty Lord Malleus, the beloved and awe-inspiring fae prince of the noble kingdom of Briar Valley. It is he who I pledge my eternal loyalty and allegiance to and it is my greatest honour to die in his name.”
You had to stop him from writing a whole essay on your shirt (complete with book references) about the might of the esteemed prince who you once found sulking in the woods because Lilia ate all of his ice cream during a Call of Duty session with Idia
He loudly explains to you that it is of poor taste to allow a human to sully the uniform of the great Waka-sama’s dorm as it is unheard of for a knight to appear as anything less of perfection as his attire reflects the power of his future king-
Uh, alright crocodile boy but why are you leaning closer to me?
You sign your name really small on his shirt so that it’s not immediately visible and only those who know where it is find it.
He doesn’t know why his heart is beating much faster at the sight of this magicless human’s name. Clearly he has contracted an illness. Quick, he must go to Lilia at once and remedy the issue lest Lord Malleus finds out.
Once you bid your friends farewell, you, Grim, Ace and Deuce, make your way to Heartslabyul for that afternoon’s unbirthday party
The students were still setting up the tables and food in the rose garden so the dorm leader and vice dorm leader weren’t present
Cater senses the four of you approaching as he finishes painting the last of the roses red and his eyes immediately dart to your shirt
“Hey, Y/N-chan. What’s with the get-up?”
You explain how it’s a tradition in your world to sign each other’s shirts and how your friends wanted to do it for themselves
“Aww, no fair,” he pouts at you, “Cay-kun wants to join in on the fun too.”
You offer him a pen, “you’re more than welcome to add your signature, Cater-senpai.”
He grins at you and writes a funky ‘Cater Diamond’ with doodles of the cartoony smiling four diamonds on his phone case on your shirt. Underneath his name he adds his magicam and other social media usernames.
“Well, Y/N-chan?” he sing-songs, twirling the pen around with his index and middle fingers the same way a drummer would a drumstick, “what do you think?”
“I love it, Cater-senpai,” you reply happily
He joyfully pats your head, “anything for my favourite underclassman”
Ace and Deuce: we’re here too, you know 🧍🧍
“Now smile for the camera,” he chirps, holding out his phone to take a selfie of him gesturing towards the area of your shirt with his name on it 
After you quickly jot down your own name on his collar before running off to help with the party preparations, he takes a selfie of himself and then spends a bit more time gazing upon your smiling face on his screen before making a post
#HangingOutWithMyFavouriteUnderclassmen #ShesTheBest #WhenACuteGirlAsksYouToSignSomethingYouSignIt #SheLooksReallyPrettyWithMyNameOnHerThough #ImNeverWashingThisShirtAgain
Comes out before Riddle to make sure that everything is set
And to see if you’re Ace and Deuce are here
Immediately notices the shirt and wants in on it
Uses one of his edible pens that he just happens to be carrying to write his name with a cupcake and clover drawn next to it
“Here you go, Y/N,” he says as he gives you the ‘I’m the responsible and reliable senpai even though you and I both very well know that I am capable of causing the most chaos here’ smile
Pats your head after you return the favour
You’re the first thing Riddle notices the moment he enters
Has to take a second to gather his bearings when he sees you smiling when you notice his arrival
At this point he’s gotten used to the teasing smile Cater shoots him when he’s in your proximity but that doesn’t mean he has to DO IT EVERY TIME HE’S GOT A REPUTATION
In Riddle’s head: Y/N’s here 😊 I must greet her with the grace every gentleman must have when they meet a lovely lady like her. Perhaps I should point out how wonderful it is for her to join us. Or personally escort her to a seat as I comment on how happy her presence here has made me.
What Riddle says: What has happened to your shirt 🤨
Don’t worry, Riddle. You tried your best
You apologetically tell him how it’s your fault since Ace and Deuce were trying to cheer you up and then Cater and Trey wanted to join them so you’ll take full responsibility if they broke any rules
“Well,” Riddle states primly, “there’s no rule forbidding it but bear in mind that I shall not accept you making a habit of unkempt attire. As Heartslabyul students and prefects both you and them are expected to possess a certain standard of decorum.”
“Does that decorum include personally fixing the prefect's tie in the middle of a busy public corridor in broad daylight?” Ace asks innocently
Riddle shoots him a sharp glare as he puffs up with anger
Before he can open his mouth, Trey swoops in to save Ace’s neck and Riddle’s vocal chords as he suggests that the unbirthday party should commence and then tells Cater to stop filming and put his phone down
The entire time you swear that you can feel someone gazing at you when you aren’t watching but every time to turn to look in Riddle’s direction, you notice that he’s looking elsewhere whilst Cater and Trey give each other knowing looks
When everyone has finished cleaning up afterwards, Riddle catches you and Grim on your way back and politely asks you if you could join him in the common room
You agree and set Grim down so he can trouble Ace and Deuce
When you get there he stiffly stammers something about wanting to know more about the shirt situation
How someone can be both poised and shy you have no idea but it’s adorably endearing
After you explained how it’s something friends do back in your world, he gets this contemplative look on his face as he looks down and twiddles his fingers before shyly asking if it would be alright if you permitted him to sign your shirt as well
Once you give an enthusiastic reply he gets out one of his fancy rich boy fountain pens and elegantly signs his name somewhere near your shoulder blades, his face burning the entire time
“If it’s alright with you, I could do the same back,” you offered, “I signed everyone else’s shirts but since you’re the dorm leader, I’d understand that it would be improper for me to-”
“No!” he blurts out, startling both you and himself. The red hue on his face gets even darker once he realised what he had just done and clears his throat before continuing in a tone that is much more controlled yet still a tad shaky, “no, I-I’d be honoured if you wanted to do so.”
So you take the pen he offered you from his outstretched hand and sign your name on his collar like you did the others
“Well, I’ll see you soon, Riddle-senpai. I hope you take care,” you smile at him before bowing your head slightly and walking out of the room to rescue Heartslabyul from whatever Grim had done
Riddle stared at the doorway from which you left from for a considerable amount of time before looking down at the hand where your fingers grazed his when you reached for the pen
He smiled slightly before shaking his head and composing himself. Then he marched out to supervise his dormmates
This sneaky little hyena catches you during one of his errands 
He finds you on his way to deliver lunch to a certain lazy lion
Was about to pawn off the job to you but catches the names on your shirt before he hears a lightbulb go off in his head
“Shi shi shi. It seems like our prefect has been busy.”
Without even asking for an explanation, he asks if he could sign it
Throws in some hopeful puppy eyes to ensure you say yes
You don’t need to do that Ruggie. To quote my non-twst friend when I showed hyena boy’s picture to her: I would commit arson for you
Honestly he’s only doing this 60% because he wants to and 40% because he knows that it would annoy Leona
You hand him the pen you have been carrying and he scribbles on his name with a picture of a sprinkle covered doughnut next to it
He then asks you to do the same to him
You comply, noticing how his tails wags excitedly behind him
You then offer to bring Leona his lunch to give him a break, which he hastily agreed to 
After you leave he wonders if he could sell this shirt to one of your simps before immediately scrapping that idea since he decides it’s not worth it this time
It took you a while to shake him ‘awake’
I say ‘awake’ in inverted commas because the second he hears footsteps in the botanic garden his ears perk up and he tries to determine if the scent from the incoming person is yours. If it is, he’s wide awake
But he’s also a jerk so he’s not going to make this easy for you
He’s internally smirking whenever he hears you’re irritated little huffs as you try to wake him up
The he considers that he should maybe throw you a bone so he opens his eyes only to see the names of your first year friends , those uptight Heartslabyul students and his own second in command on you
Something about that does not sit right with him and he has to fight back a possessive growl
At least he can’t see the names of that stuck up beauty queen and - god forbid - that stupid lizard
“You some to have something on you, Herbivore,” he drawls as he lazily flicks his eyes towards your face
Like you did to everyone else, to explain how it’s a thing in your world to sign your classmates’ shirts
At this he gets up, whilst maintaining eye contact, and takes one stride so that he’s right in front of you
Excuse me sir, we like to respect personal space here
Unless you’re a Twisted Wonderland character then no we don’t
“Does that mean you marked other people with your name?” he asks you with a tone that you can’t quite put your finger on but can definitely tell has hints of annoyance
You just look at him in silence, completely off guard by his proximity and out of the blue question
“Well?” he leans down closer to you
“Oh, um, yeah. I guess”
He just hums in reply before holding out his palm
You just look down at it before giving him a perplexed look
“Pen,” he says, “now.”
You place your pen in his hand before he immediately crouches down and writes ‘LEONA KINGSCHOLAR’ in block letters that seemed to be a bit larger than everyone else’s names
He holds out your pen, “your turn.”
“Oh, okay”
The minute you finish writing your name you he stands back up at his full height, green eyes gleaming with mirth
“You know, Herbivore,” he holds up your chin so you get a full view of his smirking face, “I can think of plenty of other ways I could mark my territory if you're ever up for it.”
He gives your head a pat, remarking “you know where to find me” before yawning and sauntering off to god knows where with one hand in the front pocket of his trousers and his tail swinging lazily behind him
You just blink at his retreating figure in confusion
“Oookaayy,” you drone out to yourself and then you make your way out of Savanaclaw as Grim mutters something about weird predators
Oh dear, it seems as if Floyd has found you for his daily accosting
You know that there is no way you can run from an eel so you just brace yourself with closed eyes as you hear the grunts, groans and shouts of several students being pushed out of the way as Floyd makes his way towards you for his completely necessary squeezing the life out of you hugging session
You open your eyes the second you feel those arms glomp you as you give the eel twin a smile, “hello, Floyd-senpai.”
Out of the corner of your eye you can see Jade casually strolling along the path that his brother had cleared with a pleasant smile on his face, completely ignoring the still groaning students on the corridor’s floor
“Good afternoon, dear prefect,” he greets you politely as you feel Floyds arms wrap tighter around your waist as he nuzzles his face into your neck, “I see that you’ve run into quite a few students on your way here - if your shirt is anything to go by.”
“Huh,” Floyd lets go of you and notices Riddle’s name at the back of your shirt. He then turns you around to inspect the front of your shirt only to be met with the names of all of these bottom feeders 
“Hey,” he pouts at you accusingly, crossing his arms in displeasure, “how come koebi-chan let goldfish and crabby and sea lion and all these other fish write all over her and not us. I wanna write on koebi-chan too.”
Jade gave a fond sigh at his brother’s whining before turning to you with a gentlemanly smile that barely concealed the grin of a predator, “I must say, dear prefect, I’ve got to agree with my brother here. It does seem very unfair for you to allow others to enjoy this event and not us. I feel rather hurt.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Floyd nods, “koebi-chan should let us write on her.”
“And what luck,” Jade piped up, taking a pen out of his pocket (though you had the strange suspicion that it was used less for writing and more for some weird torture technique that he and his brother liked to dish out), “it appears that I have a pen in my possession. Now, you will allow us to do so, right prefect?”
You knew for a fact that even if your brain decided to take a holiday and leave you to enter the boundless void of nothingness that inhabited your mental stability you would not even think to refuse him
“Alright then,” you said slowly and both of their faces lit up
“Me first, me first,” Floyd gleefully snatched the pen from his twin’s hand and bounded over to you, writing his name in big bold letters on your right sleeve. Underneath it he drew a picture of his eel form and a cartoony shrimp with arrows pointing towards both figures saying ‘ME!! :)’ AND “SHRIMPY!”
Jade then took the pen from his brother and wrote his own name on your left sleeve with a drawing of an anatomy correct shiitake mushroom under it. He then labeled different the different structures with their biologically correct scientific names
“Now write on us,” Floyd demanded, so you took Jade’s pen and did just that.
After he pocketed his pen, he turned to the other eel with a mischievous grin, “You know, Floyd. I believe Azul would love to see our dear prefect. What do you think?”
Floyd matched his brother’s expression with an even more unhinged one of his own, “yes, yes. Let’s go.”
And with that, the both of them each take a firm hold of each one of your shoulders and began to stir you to the Mostro Lounge, paying no attention to Grim, who was yelling at them about how it was his lunch time
Due to spending almost his entire life with the Leech twins, Azul was fairly accustomed to their antics - which was why he didn’t seem the least bit perturbed to the sound of the door to the VIP room slamming against the wall and Floyd’s cheerful voice loudly exclaiming “WE’RE HERE”. 
He just sighed and continued to finish the sentence he was writing before looking up to greet him when he did a double take when he sway you’re slightly embarrassed self give a small smile and wave from where Floyd had you rooted with the way his arm rested over your shoulders
“Ah yes, Floyd what is-PREFECT??!!”
No his voice did not crack at the end, thank you very much
Jade gracefully stepped into the room, “Azul, Floyd and I were just admiring the prefect’s shirt and thought that you would appreciate it if we brought her here to show you ourselves.”
“Yes, what Jade said,'' Floyd nodded happily, “Jade and I both wrote our names on koebi-chan as well, see. And she wrote on us. Isn’t that great?”
Despite clearing his throat, Azul’s voice still was choked when he let out a surprised, “yes, that does look rather nice.”
The four of you spent the next minute standing in awkward silence. The eels were directing their shark-like grins on a red and embarrassed-looking Azul who seemed to look completely stumped and you just stood there having no idea what to do
“Well,” you started when the silence got too much, “I’m so sorry for barging in on you like this Azul-senpai and interrupting your work. It seems like you are really busy in the middle of something important so I’ll just head back and-”
“Wait, prefect,” Azul pushed his glasses up his nose and made his way towards you with a pen in hand, “If-if you would allow me, I would love to add my name onto your shirt.”
“Go right ahead,” you reply
Now he’s written his name hundreds of times, with the business that he runs, but for some reason him signing his name directly onto the clothing that your wearing has his heart leaping and twisting in ways that he’s never felt before
He’s lying. He’s felt that many, many times before and strangely every instance has occurred in your presence
Once he’s finished he gives you a look that very clearly expresses that he wants to ask you something
“I could sign your shirt as well if that’s okay?” you half offered half asked, thinking you might know what he wanted
He gives you a shocked look, a rosy hue painting his nose and cheeks, before clearing his throat once more
“I can’t say that I would mind terribly if you did that. Of course,” he gives you his signature businessman octopus grin, “if you would much rather sign your name on a contract, I would be more than happy to oblige.”
“Yeah, no thank you,” you deadpan. You turn around, “if that’s it then-”
“Wait,” he grabs ahold of your wrist, “actually prefect, I would very much like that.”
Your face softens and you sign your name onto his collar and left the fish mafia to practice their Godfather impressions or whatever they did behind closed doors when they weren’t dealing with the poor unfortunate souls of NRC
Unbeknownst to you, Azul immediately changed out of that shirt and kept it next to his third draft of that marriage contract he had been preparing
It was after you left Octavinelle when you remembered that Kalim had invited you to a party at Scarabia so off to his dorm you went
Almost ten seconds after you enter, you hear a shout of “Y/N!” coming from above you
“God?” you mutter under your breath as you look up and find the resident sunshine boy of the campus beaming down at you from his magic carpet
You happily give them both a joyful and hearty wave, “HI KALIM-SENPAI! HI CARPET!”
The two of them descend towards you. Kalim jumps off when it reaches a few centimetres above the ground before tackling you into a hug that was filled with unbridled merriment. Carpet, feeling lonely, latched onto the both of you as well, wrapping its tassels around the two of you and squeezed in its own version of a hug.
The two of you laughed at its enthusiasm until it let go and Kalim pulled back
“Y/N, I’m so glad you’re here,” his smile filled with pure sunshine never once left nor faltered as he looked at you with all of the joy in the world, “you’re going to love it. Everyone’s dancing and Jamil made kunafah which is really really tasty and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it and we can go for a magic carpet ride as well and - woah, your shirt looks so cool!”
You giggle at his amazement, “thank you, Kalim-senpai. In my home world, it’s a tradition to sign your classmates’ shirts when you leave school so
“Wait, you’re not leaving are you?” he gives you the saddest tearful golden retriever puppy-eyed look you had ever seen and you instantly hated yourself for being the monster that caused it, “please say you’re not. We haven’t even done half of the things I wanted to do with you. Please don’t say you’re going.”
“No, no, no,” you wave your hand erratically to show that you were most certainly not leaving, “I swear that I’m not going anywhere, Kalim-senpai. I just mentioned that to everyone and they wanted to sign my shirt for fun, that’s all. I’m staying right here, pinky promise.”
Of course, you had no way of leaving this world, what with the headmaster being a lazy idiot who makes empty promises but you didn’t say a word about that part
Kalim smiled and intertwined his pinky with your outstretched one
(Meanwhile carpet sulked because he wanted to join in on the pinky promise but he had no pinkies to promise with)
“So,” he gives you a hopeful look, “does that mean that I can sign as well?”
“Of course you can,” you smile at him.
He beams back at you, holds your hand and scampers towards his room
After bringing you inside, he rummages through his drawers until he procures some limited edition ultra deluxe sparkly golden sharpie pen that you know costs like enough to feed you for a week
He skips back towards you and signs ‘KALIM!’ all big and glittery on your back with a bunch of stars and hearts surrounding it and a smiley face to dot the exclamation mark
He then giddily hands you the pen and asks you to sign his clothes as well
You hesitate because there is no way that you are going to stain a piece of clothing that has enough zeros in its price to pay for your entire neighbourhood back home
But his hopeful/pleading face was too much for you to refuse so you did as you were asked
He now wants to buy an entire store’s worth of clothes just so that the two of you could write your names all over them
He also is so happy that he wants throw another party in your honour and hopefully make an event of having the two of you sign each others clothes
Not going to lie, he’ll probably commission the best painters in the Scalding Sands to make a giant portrait of his shirt so that he can hang it up in his rooms (no that’s not a typo) and show it to his parents, his siblings, his aunts and uncles, his cousins, his pet elephants, his pet peacocks, that tiger he was going to ask for his birthday…
He just wants to keep the memory of this moment forever
“Woah, Y/N, that looks great! Hey, I have a bunch of other clothes in my wardrobe that you can sign, I’ll go get them-”
You had to stop him before he did something that would make Jamil pop a blood vessel or consider alcoholism (again) so you asked him if he could take you to where Jamil was
Thankfully, he agreed and happily lead you to the kitchens
Jamil had no idea what to feel when Kalim barged into the kitchens
On the one hand, the Scarabia kitchens were his safe haven, the one place where he could be alone without his airheaded master coming in to cause further trouble due to the fact that Kalim is forbidden from stepping foot in it so his annoyance at seeing that bright face in here was more than welcome
On the other hand, however, Kalim had brought you along. The diamond among the soiled charcoal that were his peers, the coolness of his eyes that never failed to put him at ease no matter how unreasonable Kalim’s never ending laundry list of problems became so he did admit that he felt much more relieved when he saw your smiling face pop in to say hello in that enchantingly sweet lilt
But then Kalim dragged you in and showed off all of the names that had been written on your shirt for that bitter python of annoyance that he keeps chained and shackled in his gut to start coiling around in displeasure - only for it to start hissing and biting at his stomach when Kalim happily pointed out his own name standing out on your back and your name on his shirt, it’s teeth sinking into every vein it can find and contaminating his bloodstream with that pungent envy
On the outside, he regarded all of this with the same cool and unwavering expression he usually wore but on the inside he was raging at how happily you wore everyone’s names - how you wore Kalim’s name - whilst casting him to the shadows.
He simply reminded Kalim that he was not allowed in the kitchens and he had a party to host so it was best for him to leave
Kalim turned to you and was about to ask you to come with him when you told him that you’ll stay and help Jamil and you promise to dance with him later
“Alright then Y/N, see you later,” and then he skipped away, a cloud of sparkles and flowers following him
You approached Jamil, who appeared to be a bit more tense than usual and placed your hand on his shoulder
He immediately stopped, took a breath and turned to you
“You know,” you smiled at him, “I didn’t just come here to help you cook, though I would very much like to.”
He raised an eyebrow at you, “is that so, prefect? Then pray tell, why did you come here.”
“Well, you see, all of my dear friends have decided to write their names on my shirt after I explained that it was a tradition where I’m from and now that I’m here, I realise that I’m one name short.”
“Is that true?” he mused, his lips twitching ever so slightly
You nodded with the gravitas of a judge giving a sentence, “yes, it is. And you see, Jamil-senpai, the person whose name that I’m talking about happens to be someone who would never go out of his way to do something that he thinks might not be wanted - even if the receiver would very much want it - so the idea of him offering his signature like everyone else seems to be out of the question.”
“What are you trying to say, prefect?” he sighed and put his head down so that he can hide his blush by pretending to rub his temples
“What I’m saying, Jamil-senpai, is that I would absolutely love it if you wrote your name on my shirt. It just doesn’t seem right without you and having you there would delight me to no end,” you reply, taking out the pen you’ve been carrying in your pocket and holding it out to him expectantly
‘How troublesome,’ he mentally sighs, though the thought was directed not towards you but to the pleasant feeling of warmth that enveloped him whenever you were near.
Regardless, he takes the pen and signs your shirt in a manner that appears to be annoyed and rushed but anyone can clearly see that the calligraphy of his name is definitely carefully thought out with strokes that look more like artwork than a teenage boy’s signature
“So, um,” you start, “you can say no if you’d like but would you like it if I signed yours back?”
He shrugged, “I see no reason why not?”
Don’t let his perpetually controlled voice fool you, he is internally punching the air and screaming with elation at the prospect to you placing your signature on him
Usually he would hate to have another's name anywhere near him. He was already cursed with the invisible shackles of the Al-Asim family, he didn’t want any other form of ownership to strip the miniscule amount of control he had in his life. However, the idea of him belonging to you only filled him with bliss instead of the accustomed disdain
‘Oh, prefect,’ he thought, internally smirking to himself as he continued with the preparations of Kalim’s feast with your assistance, ‘the next time you want me to leave my mark on you, I may not be as gentle.’
You swear you take one step out of the mirror chamber and into the corridor before you find yourself face to face with Tamaki Suoh’s long lost cousin, who appeared out of frickin’ nowhere
“Petite mademoiselle trickster,” he cheers, “it has come to my attention that you are going around, letting the students write on your clothing and thus I must implore you to allow me the honour of joining them in this ceremonious ritual.”
Ritua - does he think that you’ve started a cult?!
Although, to be fair, that would be the least weirdest thing that’s happened in this school
You could’ve sworn you saw a bunch of Savanaclaw students standing in a circle and chanting so cultists are not completely out of line
And Crowley’s whole bird mask and making his students wear robes does seem very cult-y
Not to mention Sebek’s whole existence
Deciding to ignore the second part of Rook’s words (a standard procedure when it comes to students dealing with the huntsman) you hand him your pen
“Please allow me to write a sonnet so that I may pour out my awe at your splendorous beauty”
Yeah, you shut that one down hard
“Ah, I see. You’d much prefer a villanelle!”
No, Rook
A ballad or an Ode?
This is going to be another Sebek situation, isn’t it?
He did end up writing something
You must admit, you were impressed that he was able to conjure up a rhyming couplet dedicated to your beauty and general existence
In iambic pentameter no less
Now if only you could get him to stay still and quiet enough for you to write on your name
Great Seven, is he crying?
I’m flattered that there tears of joy but all I did was write my name on your shirt
I’m pretty sure my handwriting looked nicer on that contract that Leona turned to ash you really don’t need to praise the heavens for my existence 
Oh good, Vil-senpai, you’re here 
Your huntsman is broken
I know that he most probably came like this but it’s a bit unnerving
Vil was strutting through the hallways like NRC was a pageant and his catwalk was going to be crowned as the winner when he noticed Rook singing (yes, actually singing) your praises to you whilst you just looked at him like most people do
“Rook,” he called sharply, his high heels clicking through the corridor and the back of his royal purple robe effortlessly flaring out behind him, “I have been looking all over for you.”
“Roi du Poison!” he called out, “I was just engaging in the most splendid tradition with Petite mademoiselle trickster!”
“Ah, yes, Epel mentioned this during his etiquette lesson,” he looked down at the piece of your shirt that he was pinching between his perfectly manicured index finger and thumb, “whilst I understand the sentiment, I cannot believe you would allow these undeserving potatoes to tarnish your appearance like this.”
He huffs and pulls out a pen from one of his own pockets, “thankfully, I come prepared for situations like these. Honestly, what would you do without me? Be grateful that I’m here to save you from these unruly spudlings.”
He then signs his name onto you with complete precision, most probably from his years of experience as a renowned actor
“Now it would be unfitting for me as the dorm leader of Pomefiore to walk amongst these halls with ink stains on my uniform but I have a suitable substitute for you to use so that the criteria for your traditions have been met,” and with that he pressed an apple scented soft handkerchief into your palms
“Well,” he looked at you expectantly, “aren’t you going to sign it?”
“Oh, um, yes,” and you wrote your name on this obviously very expensive piece of cloth
“Wonderful,” Vil gave you an approving smile and took his handkerchief back before briskly turning around and walking away, calling out for his vice, “Rook!”
“Coming Roi du Poison!”
You made your way to Ignihyde for your regularly scheduled gaming/anime watching session with the otaku shut in of the school
But of course you couldn’t do that without saying hi to his younger brother because not greeting Ortho when you enter the dorm of the Lord of the Underworld is a crime worthy of death
“Big sister Y/N!'' is the first thing you hear when you step into Idia’s dorm. The adorable android with flaming blue hair greeted you with stone-melting giddiness, “my scanners informed me that you have arrived! That’s great news! Big brother has been waiting for you to join us all day! In fact, my sensors picked up that his heart rate increased by 15% everytime I or he mentioned you!”
You giggled and pet the little robot’s head, “that’s nice, Ortho. Say, would you like to sign my shirt? All of my other friends have written their names on it and I would be very happy if you did too.”
“Write my name on big sister’s shirt?” Ortho’s eyes widened and he clapped with glee, “yes, yes, I would love to. Please wait a moment.”
You watched with part surprise part wonder as Ortho’s right hand transformed into a tiny laser
“Big brother has downloaded and programmed over a thousand different fonts into my database. Is there a style that you prefer?”
“Um, not really, Ortho,” you reply, “why don’t you choose?”
“Alright then, I’ll apply a random generator to select one for us.”
After doing that he floated towards you and wrote Ortho Shroud onto your back
Well, it was less ‘wrote’ and more lasered ink in straight lines to create letters the same way a laser printer would shoot ink to create an image
“Thank you, Ortho, I really appreciate it,” you smiled at him, but then frowned, “though I don’t know if I can return the favour to you the same way I did to everyone else since you’re made of metal.”
“Hehe, it’s okay big sister,” he happily replies, “I’m sure big brother would be more than happy to have you write to him instead.”
If anyone were to ask what our resident technological genius was thinking about for last twenty minutes it would be that
You’d think that him knowing you for more than a few weeks, you rescuing him from his own overblot and learning his entire tragic anime backstory would prepare him for every time you come near him but Idia doesn’t work on the logic of normies
Can you blame him? You were like ultra SSR tier and he was so below you it wasn’t funny
Hey, at least he managed to beat that weird french blond guy with the bow and arrow in the fight over who got to be the leader of the Y/N fan club 
So when you and his brother, his two favourite people in the world, come into the sanctuary of his room with blinding smiles his heart does a one hit k.o
And what’s worse is that his body pillow is all the way over there on the bed so he can’t even sink his face into it for the comfort of darkness
And then when Ortho comes and says that you want him to sign your shirt and then do the same to you?
Well, the pink that was forming at the tips of his hair has erupted his flaming locks into a bright pink fuschia 
What kind of shoujo manga otome game special edition event is this
Okay, cool, Idia, cool
He takes one peek at you and then immediately covers his face with his palms as his hair grows pinker if that’s even possible
You tell him that you understand if he’s uncomfortable so it’s okay if he doesn’t want to do it
But, you see Y/N, he does
He would very much like to take part in this event
But his social stats are lower than the bottom of the ocean
And he doesn’t think he’ll be able to level up in the next two or three decades at least 
Seeing his brother’s internal plight, Ortho huffs at him to just do it
So he does it
Because he wants to, alright - not-not because he’s being shamed by his little brother
So he picks up one of his pens with a miniature funko pop of his favourite anime character on it and hastily signs his name without even looking 
Thankfully he signed on a free space on your back otherwise he would never show you his face again
You ask him if he wants you to do the same to him and he passes out
Sigh, Ortho activate the defibrillators 
You meet Tsunotarou after the sun has set on Twisted Wonderland and you invite him inside of Ramshackle so that the two of you can share some tea you’ve prepared before you can start your nightly walk in the woods
He politely questions you on the state of your dress and you laugh and tell him all about how you mentioned a tradition back in your home world to your friends and how that evolved into a sort of scavenger hunt for signatures 
As delighted as he is that you seem to be enjoying yourself and as thankful as he is that you were able to surround yourself with people who lift your spirits and ease your homesickness, he couldn’t help but feel a dark cloud of dread invading his mind and questioning whether or not this was another occasion that he was not invited to
“Tsunotarou?” you speak up, and hold up the pen that had accompanied you throughout this whole ordeal, “would you like to sign your name as well.”
He gives you a pleasant smile as he takes a sip of his tea, “I suppose I could, Child of Man. But that begs the question.”
You tilt your head in confusion and he internally laughs at how endearing you look, “what question?”
“On how you would like me to sign,” he gives you a smug little grin, “names are very important to the fae, you see. They’re very powerful, as well. In fact, a human giving a fae their name without thinking is often considered an act of foolishness (ouch, you could sense that subtle dig at your initial meeting but, in your defence you were new to this world and the concept of fairies and magic in general, and you didn’t even know the guy). So I would need to ask you if you would rather have me sign as the crown prince, Malleus Draconia or as the Tsunotarou that you met wandering around in the woods near your abode?”
“Is there really a difference?” you pose a question of your own, “Tsunotarou is Malleus and Malleus is Tsunotarou. To me both are the same. I know the rumours of you being powerful aren’t unfounded - I mean, you fixed the entire VDC venue in a second and called it child’s play so I can only imagine how strong you are. But the thing is, when I look at you, I don’t really see some crown prince who can destroy an island in the blink of an eye. All I see is a friend that I enjoy being in the company of - even if he can be a bit odd at times.”
“Odd? How brave of you to describe the future king in such a way. I was right in stating that you have no fear,” he teased you, eyes twinkling with mirth, “very well, I shall accept your request.”
He signs his name on you with the grace and elegance you’d expect a prince would have
You feel a slightly electric tingle from where the pen touches your skin through the fabric of your shirt and you can’t help but wonder if he had cast some sort of enchantment where his name was.
Once he has completed he hands you your pen back and you smile back at him, “I trust you, Tsunotarou. Not just because you’re my friend but also because you were one of the few who truly made me feel welcome even before we even knew each other. Actually, I trust you so much that-
You beckon him towards you, causing him to lean closer towards you. You take the pen and sign your name right on the first patch of white that you can see and reach
-that I would give you my name a hundred times without even a second of hesitation.”
ALRIGHT, TEACHER SNIPPETS: The next day, you take the shirt that you had worn the previous day and carry it around in your hands around campus so that you could ask the teachers to sign their names
PROFESSOR DIVUS CREWEL looks down at all of the names with disdain and mutters something about ‘rowdy mutts slobbering around his pup’ and something about ‘neutering’ before signing his name on your shirt with a flourish
PROFESSOR TREIN looks at you fondly and gives you one of his tea biscuits before signing his name. 
COACH ASHTON VARGAS gives you a booming laugh and a hair ruffle as he gladly signs his name all big and loud with several exclamation marks and some reminder to always work out
MR SAM argues with his friends from the other side on whether or not he should add their names as well. Instead he just signs his name and draws a cute little skull next to it
P.S. Please note that, if given the opportunity, any one of the NRC boys would very gladly and willingly write their names directly onto your skin with no hesitation whatsoever.
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imma-write-stuff · 2 days
Dragon S/O Who Can’t Use Magic Getting Bullied (Riddle, Leona, and Malleus)
Background: Y/N is a fae dragon like Malleus but can’t use magic and has been picked for it.
CW: Vague talks of bullying, some spoilers of Leona’s past,
- That’s a way off pissing Riddle off and getting a collar from him. The bully won’t be casting magic for awhile.
- Riddle will take you to the Heartslabyul dorm away from the bully and even let you stay in his room. He isn't the greatest with comfort but he'll let you vent, cry, or whatever you do to let it out of your system as long its not hurting you.
- Will make you some calming tea and get you a tart if you want it. This may end up with you spending the night in his room.
- Riddle will remind you not to be hard on yourself just because you can’t use magic. He won’t let any idiots take you down.
- Congrats to the bully, by picking on dragon s/o, you get an angry lion planning to hunt you down for what you did. I think out of everyone, Leona would be the least tolerant of bullies. (Well torwards people he cares about, I don’t see him having a lot of real friends.)
- And he would be the most understanding, hey he was bullied for being the second born prince and inferior to his brother.  Like Riddle, Leona isn’t the best at comforting but makes up for making the bully pay.
- If you ran off and hide somewhere to cry, Leona will look for you, he knows your scent well so it wouldn’t be a problem.
- He’ll take you to the garden or somewhere private to cuddle.
- RIP bully you pissed off a another dragon, this time Malleus himself, run. (If you can run,)  Dragons are naturally protective of their mates, so the bully will have to be a total idiot to think its a good idea.
- While Malleus may not know what its like to be bullied or not have magic but I think he could be good at comforting you. One of the things you two enjoy is transforming into your dragon forms and fly.
- You two don’t talk you just quietly enjoy each others company Malleus knew you probably didn’t want to talk about it at all.
- He understands and lets you speak on your own time.
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azulsluver · 3 days
How would the boys react to a mc who knows how to fight? Like who would and wouldn't like it?
Those who would:
Jack, Rook, Kalim, Lilia, Silver,
Unexpected unless they knew about this from afar. Jack and Rook fall into the category of, “wow so strong…respect!” Kalim thinks it’s cool, he wants to see you and Jamil spar one day. Lilia is a freak, he thinks it’s sexy that you can fight. Silver respects that you can fight for yourself, but it wouldn’t stop the gnawing of you getting hurt to ease his mind.
Those who wouldn’t:
Riddle, Cater, Deuce, Ruggie, Azul, Vil, Epel, Jamil, Malleus, Sebek
How dare you fight back, it’s really offensive and you actually can’t do that because I said so! (Riddle, Sebek) You’re hurting Cater’s feelings, don’t hurt his pretty face now… Deuce let’s put his evil side #dontmesswithhim, in all seriousness respect but please don’t. but Azul, Vil and Jamil find it annoying that you’re not docile. Epel is a whole other breed of offended. Malleus will give you the puppy eyes before locking you up in isolation as he cries himself to sleep. Ruggie didn’t do nothing wrong, you’re the boss!
Those who like it only because they get to hurt you afterwards:
Jade, Floyd, Trey, Leona,
Tsk tsk, sadist. Jade wants to see how far you can go, your punches are strong and you know how to put somebody in a locked position, he’ll show you what he knows as well. Floyd thinks you have much to learn, he likes the fact you can stand up for yourself but you lack some techniques that’ll be easy to take advantage of. Hell show you how to actually hurt someone. Trey’s unique magic scares the shit out of me and it’s top tier when it comes to fucking people up mentally. You’re prodding at his authority, Trey might not be able to fight as well as you but he can sure suck up a punch to the face(buff Trey supremacy). Alright pants down and lay on his lap y’all know the drill. Leona…would depend on gender. Respect if you’re a chick, but he’s still gonna be bitchy bout it so sleep with one eye open. You getting decked if you’re a guy, sum it up— everyone start looking behind when you walking.
Gets his ass beat: Ace and Idia
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luxthestrange · 2 days
TWST Incorrect quotes#386 Rosehearts 2.0
Son(6)*Tugging Daddy pants*Mommy and Gwandma awe fighting again...
Riddle*Sighs and pick his son in arms*...I thought I told you...to leave them alone, Stop making them fight with each other
Son(6)*Blinks innocently but then smiles with a mischievous glint in his eyes*...I wike drawma
Riddle*Snorting and shaking head trying and failing to give his son a disapproving glare*HAHAH!-
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hello! I saw that you opened requests ^^ if that's okay with you, I'd like to order some funny hdcns for the dorm leaders (if you want all except idia and kalim, since there are a lot of them) when mc decides to dress up as a bat for halloween because he thinks that that's cool and it means getting noticed ✨ but it ends up looking more funny than scary, even so, mc is proud of her costume and will spend her time proudly modeling everywhere because in her mind she still thinks she looks cool~ despite the laughs hehe thanks <3
Thank you for the request! The dorm leaders are probably going to be the exception to the 5 characters max rule.
How the dorm leaders would react to a reader who dresses up as bat for Halloween but it ends up more cute/funny than scary.
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Notes: gn reader, reader gets low-key bullied lol.
Riddle Rosehearts
🥀Doesn't hesitate to tell you your costume isn't scary when you try to startle him by jumping in front of him in the doorway when he was passing.
🥀This boy cannot read a room because he was sheltered his whole life.
🥀When he realises your feelings are hurt, he tries to make it up to you by helping you make it even more scarier.
🥀It's fruitless, but you have so much fun you don't mind.
Leona Kingscholar
🦁Your pout is cute, and he's not one to pass the chance to tease you.
🦁You would look cuter in a lion costume but that's just his opinion...
🦁Actually, now that he thinks about it, you look like one of those Diasomnia scums.
🦁Yeah his smuginess is tainted.
🦁If you wear little cat ears maybe he'll forgive you~
Azul Ashengrotto
🐙Acts cool but inside he's completely melting.
🐙Holy shit you're cute Holy shit you're cute Holy shit you're cute Holy shit you're-
🐙Honestly, you should monetize your cuteness.
🐙Wait it's supposed to be scary? Honey, he deals daily with the Twins. You've got nothing on him.
🐙But he can play along if you give him something in return~
Kalim Al-Asim
☀Immediately squeals and jumps high and down about how cute you are.
☀He stops when he sees your pout.
☀After you explain everything to him, he starts screaming in what's supposed to be fear, but he stills has his bubbly smile and demeanor.
☀So yeah, you're not convinced at all.
☀Jamil, however, runs into the room panicked. When he arrives he's not very happy and asks if you got your costume from the dollar store.
Vil Schoenheit
💅He recognises the efforts you put in your costume, but he simply cannot let you walk around in that ridiculous thing.
💅Still, you refuse to get it off. You made it yourself, you're keeping it on.
💅Since you're the only person who's more stubborn than him, he gives up eventually.
💅At least put some accessory to lessen this fashion atrocity!
Idia Shroud
🎮OMG you look like a cute anime character!!!!
🎮Now he just needs you on a body pillow.
🎮Actually, strike the pose, he IS putting you on a body pillow.
🎮That is if he has the courage to ask you. Because right now, his hair is bright pink and he isn't able to utter a word.
Malleus Draconia
🐉It's funny how you thought you could scare him, fufufu~
🐉But he'll let it slide since you're so cute.
🐉Others would also find you cute, but Malleus's stance beside you is enough to make them cower.
🐉He absolutely knows this, but he lets you live in the blissful impression of having a scary costume.
🐉Also god forbid someone tells you about it.
Hope you enjoyed it!
Have a good day/night!
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ᓚᘏᗢ My role in the Villain's world ..彡 (HERE!) (PART 2) (PART 3)
SYNOPSIS. (Reincarnation AU) You got yourself involved in the Villain's story, by either taking the role of their lover or some fate led you to. Either way, good luck with not getting killed
CHARACTERS. Riddle Rosehearts, Malleus Draconia
TAGS. Fluff, mentions of death, king is a gender-neturual term here, reader got kidnapped I guess, mentions of poison, mentions of deathdeath(?)
A/N. Ngl, I gave up at writing for Malleus' part���
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You woke up to feel a throbbing pain on your chest, an unbearable pain—you sat up clutching your chest, cursing for how painful it was, and for a moment... The pain slowly faded and you were relieved. You assumed it was those random chest pain you get time to time.
You look down to look at yourself and took notice of your sleepwear. This wasn't what you were wearing before you fell asleep, you have never owned one so soft before, like it was made out of cotton; this may be tailored by a professional because of how detailed the design was. You noticed the mattress too, there was too much space and the blanket was too thick,
This made you spiral in thought, were you kidnapped?! Your surroundings are vastly different—everything looks so vintage and made out of gold with the frequent colors of red and black everywhere. This is probably a dream.. you pinched your cheek to check, it hurt, it means this was real... HAVE YOU DIED?! Did you end up like one of reincarnation stories?! What. is. going...
—A chirp from the window now took your attention, the blue sky was bright as ever as you stare at it too much—the window's vague reflection showed 'yourself' ,
This familiar appearance...
. . .
You were reincarnated as the Crimson Tyrant's lover!? A novel that you favor amongst all the stories you own from your previous life. Riddle Rosehearts, a fearsome, cruel, strict Ruler who beheads those who defy him, a terrorising Queen who'll be defeated by the main character in the end of the story. He's the main villain of this story —You shiver in thought, the character you inherit was rarely shown, its only purpose was to be the Queen's partner and an unimportant asset to the plot
Now that you realize you're in the novel, you're scared of how the Tyrant treats his spouse, is he harsh on them as he is with his subjects? One wrong move and it's your head that's next to roll...
—The door was suddenly swung open, you gripped the sheets of the mattress in shock as a few soldiers entered and surrounded the room while leaving the door wide open, a frantic shout was heard then revealing the Red-headed Tyrant. His eyes gazed into yours once he was onsight
"My king! You're okay!" the redhead who entered in a worried hurry rushed to the side of your bed, he cup your face to inspect your health—you didn't expect him to hold you so gently. After he finished and deemed you well, he removed his hands and his once gentle face morphed into an angry scowl from the thought of his enemies harming his spouse
"How dare those insolent fools—! They have targeted you when they shouldn't have! Once I capture those traitors I won't hesitate to roll their heads to the ground."
"Soldiers! You may leave now," he signaled them to leave the room to give you two privacy. The clanks from their metal armor created a bunch of noises until they left. You couldn't speak, your throat was lump to form any words. Riddle thought it was just from the fatigue,
"You still must be tired, take the rest that you needed"
You hesitate but ask anyway what caused this sort of event. You've never seen or heard of this in the story. "I don't understand, what happened?"
His brow furrowed, confused, "Don't you remember..? One of the traitors who disguised themselves as my servant poisoned you"
So that's why there was a throbbing pain in your body. You shook your head as an answer, you have no knowledge of what happened before you transmitted. This made Riddle mad, he assumed the same poison had affected your memories,
"Did you lose your memories as well?! —That does it! I'm beheading the imbecile who poisoned you."
Before he can leave the room, you grabbed into his wrist to keep him from leaving, "No, wait—!" Even if the king of this story was killed and you now inherited their body, you still didn't want anyone to die because of it, "You don't have to! I'm fine right now, aren't I?" You try to ease up the enraged Queen, and it seems to work so well, especially since you're in the body of his beloved
He sighed, he turned his attention back to you and his hand moved to your cheek, his gloved thumbs caressed it lovingly while his eyes held a gentle firm, "We can't let them roam around freely, what would happen if they do the same again."
You feel your face warmed from the love-struck look he's giving. Still, Riddle's hold was just as gentle, "—I want you safe at all cost, I can't afford to lose you too." He said this with a firm protective tone, he still thought you were his lover
You almost feel bad if you were to tell him his original King had died; you stayed quiet, maybe your head will really decapitate if you tell the truth.... But you know you can't lie forever, you have to tell him at some point —however, you don't know which timing is right to tell
All you can do now is pretend to be his King
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What was supposed to be a peaceful day turned upside down when you were kidnapped by men in black armor by the abode of your home. You thrashed, shouting at them to let you go but everything was deaf on ears as they carry you like a stack full of potatoes. Everything was a blur after, all you remember was arriving at a dark, eerie castle. You've heard of it from the local folks of your hometown— Dark Faes living within this Kingdom, their ruler was a fearsome dragon who'll burn anyone to flames if its territory was threatened.
You entered the said castle and were taken to what seemed to be a throne room, it was dark, and the room lack of any light source. A guard had pushed you further in. Suddenly, a candle illuminated the room followed by others that lit in green. There, a man in black robes and horns on top of his head sat on a throne—next to him was another empty, an unoccupied throne
"At last... I get to see you again, my dear treasure." He got up to walk to you, his guards simultaneously left as they had served their assignment. You're panicking in your place, your body refused to move from the intense atmosphere.
Your troubled thoughts were a contrast to his. He was delighted, happy, and joyous to see his lover again after a thousand of years waiting for your return— your reincarnation.
"Look, sir... I think you got the wrong person." You protest before he can walk up to you any further
"No, I would never forget the face of my lover. Never in a thousand years"
He was staring lovingly at you, even after all this time, he was still captivated. But his face took a turn when he noticed a small cut was grazed on your cheek, it didn't leak any blood, but it was barely a cut at all when it wasn't noticeable. Still, this angered Malleus greatly, his trusted guards didn't handle you with care like he ordered them to.
"Tell me what they look like."
You're puzzled, you didn't understood his words "...What?"
"Tell me, which one of the guards who escorted you to cause this" His thumb brushed through the cut, you flinched from the touch, his face was close —too close that you got a glance at his green eyes that shone like emeralds; you moved away from his hand, looking at another direction to avoid further eye-contact, "I don't know..."
He was dejected when you refused to look at him, you can't really tell with his stoic face. "I'll have a chat with your escorts, they have you treat you with respect especially since you'll be ruling with me."
As he's about to leave, you grab ahold of his sleeve to catch his attention. He turns his head to the side to look at you—you've mistaken it as a glare as you let go instinctively thinking you'll be punished too. Still, you wanted answers about why you were taken away from your home hours ago
"...You still didn't explain why you brought me here"
"You are my lover, my beloved treasure. You had died more than a hundred times, I had searched for you in every life to bring you back to our home." His explanation was short, not enough for you to process everything that had happened,
"Now, excuse me for a bit, I will be needing to scold my loyal knights. I promise I'll be back," with a flick of his finger, a short man with black hair and pink highlights appeared then bowed from your presence. "My most trusted retainer will take you to our room, I'm sure you're tired after a long day."
He soon left the room to carry on his royal duties, the man with pink highlights took you elsewhere to follow what he was told to and escorted you. Amid of everything, you were still confused as ever with some questions that were yet unanswered.
You're the Fae King's past lover?!? You have gotta give your past self some credit, they married a real fine man...
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queenscodex · 21 hours
I wonder
An missed opportunity, a hesitated breath, or simply a frightened heartstruck boy. He ponders what could have been a relationship, had he not been so scared
Gender Neutral Reader
- Includes; Various
- Warnings; a tiny bit suggestive, a little angsty
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Setting the scene;
He lends you his coat, his school supplies( unbeknownst to you, your name is written on the inside of an easer cover). He lends you a shoulder to sob when the weight of your troubles make your knees buckle. The one to stand in the middle of the rain just so you may hold his umbrella and get back to your dorm without getting wet. And yet despite all, he has a pile of crumpled up paper in the corner of his room, pencil etched harshly and messy; failure to properly express his feelings. Why is it so hard to say I like you? He ponders. No matter the attempts, he couldnt bring himself to say it. And as time carries on he forges fake smiles when you refer to him as a brother/familial figure, his hopes diminishing like a fallen penny through thin cracks. He stands aside when your heart tugs for another, fingers tight by his sides, wondering why hadn't he told you. But in the meantime, his mind is free to wander.
He wonders of holding your hand- the mere thought makes his ears tint red. He wonders of being able to call you his partner, a flutter to his delicate heart. His hands subconsciously makes doodles on his homework, scribbles of you on the corners on the parchment. He sheepishly scribes your initials together, brain entering a realm of possibilities once again. He imagines you jumping into a loving embrace, tripping over his feet as he goes to catch you. And even though his ankles stumble, his face and voice expresses a blissful moment of joy. And he wonders what it would feel like to card his fingers through your hair as you share a lingering kiss. The thought causes his heart to skip a beat.
- RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, Ace Trappola, Azul Ashengrotto, Malleus Draconia, Trey Clover?
He wonders of holding your hand- the mere thought makes his ears tint red. He wonders of being able to call you his partner, a flutter to his delicate heart. His hands subconsciously makes doodles on his homework, scribbles of you on the corners on the parchment. He sheepishly scribes your initials together, brain entering a realm of possibilities once again. He imagines you jumping into a loving embrace, tripping over his feet as he goes to catch you. And even though his ankles stumble, his face and voice expresses a blissful moment of joy. And he wonders what it would feel like to card his fingers through your hair as you share a lingering kiss. The thought causes his heart to skip a beat.
- Deuce Spade, Jamil Viper, Epel Felmier SILVER, Azul Ashengrotto, Idia Shroud
He imagines all the trouble and pranks the both of you can pull. The bubbles of adventure race through his mind; wind through his hair, a distant but beautiful horizon within view, and his hand taking your vacant one as his tongue makes a sheepish stutter to express his fondeness. He imagines comforting you when you reach your lows, kissing the crown of your head and whispering reassurance after another. And he can't stop himself about wondering about holidays. Gifts upon gifts, anything to see you smile and say 'I love you.' He may go broke at the very end, but that's a worthy sacrifice as when it comes to you, he's a fool.
- Kalim Al-Asim, Trey Clover, Floyd Leech (?), Ace Trappola, Ruggie Bucchi
His thoughts run a little darker. He catches himself starring at your lips, his mind flashing images. He invisions those same lips kissing his cheek, a chuckle escaping him as you rub your nose against him. Then a kiss to his lips, full of love and a force of his affection. He imagines lipstick smudges on his neck, unapologetic and bold- his face has a rosy blush now- as much as he tries to conceal it, it lingers. He imagines you running your fingers through his hair, a grin twisting onto your features as you whisper little things to him. But he also imagines you baring a blush deep as crimson, his mouth carrying teases with no mercy. He has to suppress a shiver but he certainly can not stop his heart from beating faster.
- Vil Schoenheit, Ace Trappola, ROOK HUNT, Lila Vanrouge(?) Sebek Zigvolt
Imagines the golden rays of the sun descending through the peeks of the windows and landing graceously in a sophisticated dance on your features. He envisions the smell of hot coffee and burnt breakfast, the sound of his dormmates muffled in the background. He imagines waking up besides you every day just like this, being able to wish you good morning and a tender good night. He wonders of the various picnic dates and the pictures plastered on his phone and wallpaper of said dates. But most of all he imagines being able to share his inner troubles and hidden truths. A true love touched relationship in which he feels nothing to hide. It's a shame that fear can even conquered the most powerful emotion.
- Jade Leech, Rook Hunt, MALLEUS DRACONIA, Cater Diamond(?), Riddle Rosehearts
He imagines the small intimate moments. A slow dance, the world melting beyond his care as his eyes are fixated on you and you alone. He imagines how you would brush his cheek with the palm of your hand as his own goes to your wasit, guiding you through the next steps of the dance. He imagines the first kiss, how shy he would be in the moment, eyes squeezing shut with uncertainty. His heart would flutter the moment the space between you closed away with the brush of two lovers kiss. He imagines being a lovestruck fool, sneaking out during the late hours to meet you and cause a wonder of troubles(and no doubt he'll take the blame if you're caught). He imagines saying I love you for the first time, a vulnerable word with such powerful meaning. And he wishes for nothing more than to hear those words from you too; unfortunately the only thing replying back is the familiar silence.
- SILVER, Jamil Viper, Idia Shroud(?), Epel Felmier
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domxmarvel · 24 hours
Pairing:Riddle x Female!Reader
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“So should I make you some tea or should we just skip to the part where I fuck your brains out?” Your words left him completely red. You and Riddle had a sort of friends with benefits relationship,he was always in control which is why he always wanted you to be in control. Running around keeping everyone under control and following the rules was stressful,as for you you got to bend him over and have your way with him. He had been staring at you,only realizing when you called his name again. “So what will it be?” He started taking off his jacket.
“Skip it” He grabbed your shirt,pulling you towards him. He kissed you,holding onto the collar of your shirt. You picked him up,pushing him against the wall as you kissed him. You moved to his neck and immediately he stopped you. “Not there. I can’t let someone see it” You pulled down his shirt more and bit down on his shoulder. “Y/N”
You had already covered every part of him in kisses and marks.
“Y/N” He moaned your name,making you look up from your place in between his legs,holding both his thighs as his legs draped along your shoulders and back. 
“Something wrong?”
“No,I-I” He seemed hesitant,you waited a bit before you asked.
“Riddle,do you want to stop? I understand if you do and I promise I won’t get upset”
“That’s not it,I know you wouldn’t get mad. But I don’t want to stop,I want you to kiss me” You quickly kissed him,you felt his arms around your shoulders.
“Why don’t you tell me what you want?”
“I want you to make me forget about this week”
“I’m guessing Ace and Deuce have been even more annoying”
“I didn’t even think they were capable of that” There was a brief pause before he quickly said “Can I ride you?” He always lets you take charge in these moments but you let him. 
“If that’s what you want” You laid on your back as he straddled you. It took him a minute to adjust before he started bouncing up and down,you held onto his hips,pushing him further down. He sped up after a few minutes.
“Y/N,I’m-” He was cut off,his cum splattering all over your face. He was trying to catch his breath but you rolled him over and moved faster,letting him ride out his high. He looked tired when you were done and completely fell asleep in seconds. You cleaned him up without waking him,covering him with a blanket and you let him sleep. 
He woke up in a panic about being late,until you walked in with a tray.
“Good morning”
“Good morning,what time is it?”
“You’re not late,calm down. I got your favorite” You poured him a cup of tea,before you set his uniform down on the bed. “I washed them for you,I didn’t want to wake you since you seemed so tired”
“Wasn’t this supposed to be just something to de-stress” You rolled your eyes at him “What do you think about being more?”
“More? Is this your way of asking me out?” 
“Yes,would you like to go out with me?”
“I would love to”
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cvlutos · 1 day
Riddle with a tongue piercing and he's been hiding from his mom. Sebek with a split tongue is cool but would it be naturally occurring or happened by accident? Because I don't see him getting it done on purpose?(unless he had a very short rebellious phase)
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Prev Sebek w/ Tongue Piercing - I mention how he got it.
Riddle having a tongue piercing, he's absolutely hiding from him mother for the longest time and I feel he'd do a rather good job, speaking with his tongue outta view, probably switching the piercing to look like his tongue or clear to draw less attention to it.
Honestly, she wouldn't know until on of her friends from her Tuesday Afternoon Tea Session, and her friend gossip about it. Riddle's mother is infuriated, if you're in the picture, she's automatically blaming you. Saying you brainwashed her son with your unruly behavior. She's also demanding Riddle takes it out before he gets an infection.
Depending if Riddle is brave enough to disobey his mother, he'll either listen and take the piercing out when he's around her and when he's not, he'll wear it. Or he'll simply discard the piercing altogether.
Or he will outright say he won't and I do feel Riddle's mother would be speechless, but she wouldn't disown him, cause that'll be embarrassing for her that she can't control her own son. If Riddle denies, she might try a few more times to persuade him to get rid of it, before slightly glaring at the peircing whenever she sees it. And if any of the ladies ask, Riddle's Mother will make it seem like her own idea, as a way of letting him express himself.
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azandsstuff · 2 days
soulmate that is not destined to be together
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Summary : Yuu already return to their own world while leaving their partner With nothing to remember them. While there was a sudden rumour about a soulmate going around.
A/N : I was reading this while suddenly think about dangerously yours and remember that one Greek myth about soulmate :v
My other work
"Do you know that humans do not always look like this. We used to have one body, 4 hands , 4 legs and 2 heads. Until one day we make god mad and punish us two separate from our other half. After that we are always searching for our soulmate" said some student. "Really, then my soulmate must be from another world since I never found them" reply by other student. "Shut up, dude. We need to go to sir Trein class" said that student while trying to move faster to go to they history class.
What they didn't know was that certain people heard them from all around the corner. Among them all that people who heard them are ...
If that was true then he would wonder if his soulmate is from here. But what does he care about anymore after all the people he is in love with are you and yet you move on so easily.
He remembers during the shooting star event. He asks you a question that the answer still lingers in his mind.
"Look ,(Y/N) . A shooting star!"
"Did you make a wish?"
He asks you while looking at you with a star in his eyes .
"I don't have time to wish"
You answer with a sad tone.
"Really, What did you wish for?"
"I was wishing that we were two other people who were meant to be together forever and I was wish that I meet you during our childhood so you won't feel lonely anymore"
He remembers the look in your eyes. Your eyes have a sad look but also have a hopeful look in that. Only if he knows how short the story both of you have.
"If I betray you, I betray myself"
"If I betray him, I betray my world"
"My world is very dear to me"
"Dearer than I ?" He asks while looking at you with hopeful eyes.
You answer nothing.
"Dearer than you" you answer his questions while looking straight to his face. He can't believe the answer that comes out of your mouth. After all those months you guys have been together, after a year you guys have met."
If only he knew
It has been 2 months since you went back to your own world. Up until today he can't move on from you. He still remembers the word that you give to him before you go back.
"You live a long time yet, (You S/O)"
"An eternity without me?"
"You will look at the face of that passers by hoping for something that will, for an instant, will bring me back to yours"
"You will find the moon at night strangely empty because, when you call my name through them there will be no answer"
"Always your heart be aching for me"
"And your mind will remind you how soulmates never existed in the first place and how your heart will never recover from the fact that I choose to leave you alone instead of staying together with you"
"That's how broken your heart are, trying to forget our memories together"
If only he knew how true those words are then he will wish that he never fall in love with you in the first place. And now he left with nothing to remember you. Not a single thing but his memory of both of you when you guys are together.
Past forward a few days later, there a strange rumour at school about a soulmate. But how does he care when the person he wants to be with forever is already gone and choosing their own world than him.
Until Crowley decided to show a mirror that whoever looked into the mirror could see their soulmate. He tested it. To see if his soulmate here perhaps he can move on from you and perhaps he can look forward to be with a 'new soulmate' he can fall in love.
How weak he leg is when his saw who that mirror shows who his soulmate is. Of course it is none other than you who he sees in that mirror. How tears fall immediately from his face seeing you there. Oh, how he wishes he can turn back time just once and make you stay with him. And perhaps if he shows you this then perhaps you can stay together with him. And then he sees the mirror start to show some sort of memories being replayed of you and a certain someone.
"Tell him the truth?"
That other person nod.
"Tell him the truth so that he will watch the star through tears?"
"Instead of following the one cold star that hid destiny?"
You ask that to another person who is beside you. To only answer with simple nods.
"No ... No I can't do that"
"Perhaps I let him think that I never loved him"
"Or let him think that I never love him from a start and make sure he hates me with full might when I leave from this place"
"So perhaps when I go he moves on better and lives a normal life again without remember me"
It stops. Video or the memory that play from the mirror stop.
Oh, how cruel are you leaving him like this. Leaving him thinking that you never love him from a start thinking and how cruel of you that you decided that the best way to walk off from his life like that.
Oh, how cruel of you.
Fast forward to a few more days.
(At Ramshackle Dorm)
Here lies all both of your memories together and here also lies you beloved monster who is already gone from this world. Perhaps that monster is too scared to live alone and decide that following you to the afterlife is better. At his grave he lies a bouquet of yellow roses to symbolise their friendship. On the other hand, near the monster grave he lies a bouquet of carnations. There are many colourful carnations in that bouquet.
Pink in that symbol gratitude for you.
White in that symbol pure love and how lucky he is to have you.
Dark red is how affected he is with your love that you give to him.
Meanwhile light red in that show how he admired you from the moment both of your eyes meet from eyes to eyes.
But there is also Yellow in that to show how disappointed he is when you choose your world over him and how the fact you reject.
Oh, if only you choose him over that world of yours. And perhaps he can understand you better.
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cupids-chamber · 2 days
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— INTRODUCING THE CONCUBINES / CONSORTS + others ♡. The first part and it's over 1k words hahdk
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. LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ; The second prince of the neighboring country; married the emperor for what is presumed to be diplomatic reasons; he has his entire family's support and backing, allowing for the utmost comfortable experience. Though many assume Leona married into the harem for political reasons alone; Leona had many more prominent and dignified proposals that he had denied blatantly in the past and his family had never truly pushed him to get married- his brother preferred giving him freedom and free will… and yet he married into the harem? An union which was more than unlikely to be accepted by the lion?.. Why would he agree to this marriage.. Could there be a reason? 
. RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS ; Riddle comes from a high ranking family; his family owns multiple pharmacies and is a known name in the medical district, his family has treated royalty and many other foreign diplomats in the past; originally he had no plans in joining the harem, despite being a palatable candidate for a high ranking position, the stories and fights he’s heard of in the past, regarding the harem made him decide that it was better off marrying into a normal noble family then royalty; but per his mothers request he joined into the brutal playground that is the royal harem, thankfully his unique magic puts him at a advantage in any fights that may occur. 
. JADE/FLOYD LEECH ; Many say that twins are attached to the hip and would follow along everywhere the other goes; and this seems to be the case for this pair. The Leech family had been a pillar for the empire and helped the emperor for many years; they've played a role in imperial politics, hand in hand with the emperor for multiple generations by now. Though many could argue the pair married into the imperial family to strengthen the relationship and political bond between the two families; in reality only one son marrying into the family would have the same effect.. So why did the pair decide on such a decision?
. TREY CLOVER ; Trey’s family owns the emperor's favorite bakery; Trey fell for the emperor at a young age, even among first sight. Yet he remains blissfully unaware and in denial of his feelings for the emperor, burying them deep into the enraptures of his heart. He enters the palace as a concubine and before this entire ordeal he’d send baked goods to the emperor, preferably the emperor's favorites with recommendations of other sweets they should try; he’d continue sending these baked goods to the emperor after his entry in the palace; which in return allowed him to gain the emperor's favor quickly.
. KALIM AL ASIM ; A wealthy mercenary heir, of the biggest mercenary there is. Kalim was brought up as a candidate for the emperor's official partner; and for some peculiar reason he agreed to join the harem. Reasons of interest are unknown and even his parents were shocked when he decided so, but the public is quite interested in knowing why the ever so charming heir of what seems to be one of the richest- if not richest families around, married into the royal family's brutal playground. 
. JAMIL VIPER ; Background is unknown; ?????.. information unattainable. 
. YUUKA ; Emperor's closest companion, personal guard, and childhood friend. Seems to know a lot about the emperor and their whereabouts, quite a few concubine candidates contacted them in advance and tried paying her for information- but her loyalty resulted in her denying all offers. The emperor reaches out to her for advice and care, onlookers describe their relationship to be too close for comfort.
. YUUKEN ; One of the emperor's most trusted guards and close comrades; the pair became friends in childhood as they studied under the same teacher/mentor, their friendship continued to blossom and strengthen over the upcoming years and into the emperor's youth. The two can be spotted alongside Yuuka, another close companion, having tea in the garden. Though these meetings occur less nowadays as the Emperor, the pair of guards become all the more busier. 
. CHE'NYA ; Che’nya often finds himself sneaking into the gardens of the imperial palace; these visits increased when the new emperor was crowned, as the palace being in a stir allowed his visits to be more frequent and carefree. However recently he was caught on his expeditions by the emperor themselves, this channeled a sort of cat and mouse relationship between the pair. Che’nya could have gotten an higher rank in the harem, yet only decided to send his application in after he met the emperor in the garden; due to his curiosity, but the late application only earned him the role of a concubine. (Which he was fine with) 
. VIL SCHOENHEIT ; Originally a candidate for the position of the Emperors official spouse and was planning on giving up the role after hearing of the Emperors announcement; yet pushed for the role of an Imperial consort after hearing that his longtime rival would be joining the harem. He has a strong backing as a high ranking court official's only child. He’s confident in his abilities and can make some devilishly succulent tea; though he prefers not doing manual labor and focusing more on skills he finds to be useful and not minor. 
. NEIGE LEBLANCHE ; Had seen the emperor before while they were still training to become an heir and wasn’t yet crowned as the heir to the throne. At the time he was told to keep a distance from them, and Neige was raised in a strict military family; so he complied easily. However, he claims from the very first day he laid his eyes on the emperor, that it was true love and as such he convinced his parents to send in a letter of recommendation for him; though it would be a challenge to say the least, Neige’s strong backing allows him to be accepted easily. Thankfully he has company, as his childhood friend Vil will also be entering the palace.
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— THE CONCUBINE GAME !! ♡. Synposis ; After many months of persuading, the emperor, Y/N L/N had finally agreed to take in a select few concubines and consorts—not an official partner.. but concubines. This caused an uproar in court; however the emperor promised to choose an official partner; amongst the crowd of concubines and consorts.. Who will the emperor choose?
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beaurasgarden · 21 hours
— (๑´`๑)♡ A HEARTFUL ROSE!!
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a gift for ari and riddle's wedding!! twst
in honor of their wedding, riddle sends gifts to his dearest beloved before the day of.
tagging. @shinmon-c
disclaimers.. mentions of marriage. reader is up to interpretation. riddle is referred to as both husband and wife. reader is not yuu.
part one (you're here). part two.
reblogs and likes are HEAVILY appreciated. silent readers dni.
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you awoke to see a letter addressed to you, and a rose on top of it by your bedside table, looking around you found it empty, it seems riddle must've left for work. you decided to open the sealed letter, and read it.
my dearest, ( ).
how i've been awaiting for this day for so long, we are soon to be wed, it's rather exciting. i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.
from the day we first met, my mother warned me of trouble, and that you were. fierce, and compassionate. the first time i laid my own eyes on you, i knew you were the one, from all those years ago to now, you have always been my one and only. my one first and only, true love.
i love your smile, how you would always light up at the sight of something you adore, how every day you look so angelic.
i love all of you, your eyes, your hands, everything.
i wish to spend everyday with you, and now i can.
what i am saying is, i love you, so much, i would spend out future with you, you don't know how much you cross my mind, how much you stay in my mind everyday, how i'm looking forward to seeing you everyday after work. what i'm saying is, i love you ( ), and i, am honored to be your soon-to-be husband, or well as you call it, your soon-to-be wife.
forever yours, riddle rosehearts.
finishing the letter, you couldn't help the smile that crept on your face, dropping the letter onto your lap as you cover your face into your hands, after all these years, riddle still managed to make you swoon. how you await the day he is officially forever yours, and how you officially become forever his.
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hii would like tender relationship headcanons for heartslabyul with a giggly and sociable mc with golden curls, yeah mc look something like goldilocks from the farytale /ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ♡⸝⸝ that's all <3 thanks yuu and have a good day ^^ *hug*
Making it Just Right
Genre: Fluff
Contains: Heartslabyul boys
CW: none
Word Count: 602 (without A/N)
Riddle Rosehearts:
-Riddle would greatly enjoy spending time with a goldilocks MC, at first he'd be drawn to the need of perfection, watching as you'd run around trying to make things 'just right' as you'd say.
-Dating Riddle would be filled with events such as unbirthdays and attending his equestrian club meets, he'd defiantly love having you around the dorm as his significant other but doesn't like how little rules you follow do to your goldilocks nature.
-Seeing you interact with others is always a joy as well, specifically with his dormmates, trying to help out and gossip as much as you can, always seeming to have made a new friend every time you visit.
-Yep, this relationship is just right.
Cater Diamond:
-Dating Cater is a match made in heaven with your bubbly personality and his influencer type status on magicam. You'd always have the most perfect couple pictures posted, whether it's small snippets of your dates or just you two laying about enjoying each others company.
-Cater would love spending all the time he can with you, always relying on your key eye of perfection when it comes to camera angles and lighting for new pictures.
-Just as sociable as you, so I can assure you, you'd be great friends with the light music club, the four of you sitting around the room after a practice gossiping about latest trends and school news.
-This relationship isn't too low or too high, it's perfect.
Ace Trappola:
-Oh where to start...
-The fact that you, a goldilocks personality, can even put up with the ever chaotic soul and spirit that is Ace is a blessing in it of itself. You're Riddle's favorite of all of Heartslabyul's significant others, obviously not counting his own.
-Whenever you're around, Ace clearly tries to impress you, which results in him losing his head. Though you're influence is definitely starting to rub off on our chaotic neutral boy here. With you adding an input in most situations, public or private, Ace starts to actually think through what he does or plans on doing.
-Despite constantly wanting to impress, he doesn't want to see you hurt because of his antics, most of what he does is only done if it means you're safe and ok.
-His love for you is beyond just right, and it makes your heart flutter every time.
Deuce Spade:
-Basically Ace 2.0 but with more braincells. This means he has two more braincells. Because Deuce follows in almost everything Ace does, it results in you sometimes getting stuck in the middle. Even if Deuce tries to keep you away, because of your sociable personality, it causes slight airheaded traits and moments.
-With the want to keep you safe and to be a son that his mother could be proud of, Deuce will do his best to make you happy, sometimes at the risk of facing Riddle's wrath.
-You want to come to an unbirthday with him? He's unknowingly annoying the dormhead for permission. You want him to sleepover and spend the whole night cuddling? He's sneaking out of the dorm to keep you warm in the bitter ramshackle hovel.
-Spending time in public with you is amusing, seeing you chattering about with almost every student is adorable, he loves seeing your eyes glittering and the bounce in your stance as you ramble. He does get jealous if your attention is on another for a while but can you blame him? You're just too cute when happy.
-While under his protection and in his loving arms, you'll be just right in this new world.
Authors Note: Thank you for the request! As stated previously I won't be writing for specific characters due to not knowing enough about them, one of these characters is Trey Clover, I apologize if you were looking forward to his but I currently don't have too much knowledge about him.
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nervous-things · 21 hours
Rose-red Blush
Riddle Rosehearts x Fem!reader
Short Drabble
Tw/tags: Consenual sex, top!Riddle, a little ooc, rough sex, riddle starts off as the bottom.
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“You’re so adorable, Riddle. Your face is as red as a rose.” You giggled.
Riddle was increasingly getting angrier and angrier that he wasn't on top. He was embarrassed over being called cute and darling. Each time his pretty girlfriend would go down, he got more ticked off. He wanted you to feel as shameful as he did.
He finally snapped. Riddle sat up and put his hand on your chest. Before you could say anything, he pushed you down on the couch, now switched positions.
"R-riddle?" You said surprised by the sudden movement. Face turning red.
"Did you really think you could continue to tease me like this?" Riddle snickered down at you, hand still placed on your chest.
You certainly weren't expecting your darling boyfriend who would turn the shade of his hair over accidentally touching fingers during pe class to be so…forward. To be perfectly honest, it was kinda attractive.
You were ripped from your thoughts when you felt soft lips on your neck. Leaving a small red mark.
"Riddle, wait-" you squeaked out before you were cut off by teeth grazing against your lips in an open-mouth kiss. Your tongues intertwined with each other. Riddle pushed the head of his cock into your wet opening. You moaned into Riddle’s mouth, slamming your eyes shut. Thank god Grim was asleep in your bedroom.
Riddle pulled away for air, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Riddle, move, please,” you cried, drool protruding from the corner of your mouth. A dazed look on your face.
Riddle only smirked and pulled out. Before you could protest he violently slammed his cock back into your cunt. A high-pitched moan came from you as your back arched. Your fingers gripped the pillows on the couch.
Pretty moans filled the room. You honestly couldn't believe how Grim was still asleep. If the ghost noticed how loud you two were they didn’t dare come near. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin only made Riddle’s shaft twitch more. You wrapped your legs around Riddle’s torso to pull him closer. Riddle slammed his arms at either side of your head and quickened his pace.
“Hnngh….hah…Riddle-” you stuttered through moans “I’m cumming… Riddle, I'm cumming!” you screamed and arched your back
“M-me too,” Riddle mumbled looking at you through thick eyelashes
Suddenly, Riddle groaned and pulled out. Warm and sticky cum spilled onto your inner thigh.
Riddle bent over and kissed your forehead. He flipped over to lay beside you, still panting.
You were quiet for a moment before whispering, “I-i love you.” before closing your eyes, still laying on his chest.
Riddle's face turned red again as he placed his hand on your shoulder and his other hand over his eyes, trying to cool his face down.
A/n: This actually started out as a fluff, but my filthy mind got distracted 🤭. I love the idea of top Riddle, so you might be seeing more of our hothead. ♡
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faera-archive · 2 days
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I had this two twst writing wip in my draft however, idk which one should I finished first, please help me by choosing—thank you for the help! ( ;∀;)
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