#rip to beastmen ears

[sleepyorchidmonster]

Ok, but can we talk about how LOVED Silver is?

Aside from Lillia managing to wake him up from his 400 year old nap, if we consider that all of his sleep attacks stem from the curse, and , therefore, have the same requirements to be broken...

Then that means that everyone that has ever woken Silver up from a sleep attack, be it during events, vignettes and the like, loves him enough to be able to break the curse.

Sebek, Malleus, Kalim, Jade, Idia, the teachers and many more. Everyone cares enough about Silver to be able to lift the curse. All through familial or platonic love (friendship, basically, we can think about ships, but that's not the case right now).

Which makes sense, he is probably the nicest student on campus, probably even ranking higher than Kalim due to his calm nature. It's easy to become his friend and worry about his well being.

Just Silver saying he is unworthy of love when the entire campus can constantly break his curse, that requires true love, with no problem.

[alice-angel12x]

Death is always around the corner

Leona + Death!Reader

Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus

Let's set the Scene: Masterlist

Something was off about this Mirror ceremony, Crowley could feel it. But decided to shack it off and continue with the ceremony.

As the night continued, all the new students were neatly sorted into dorms. There was just one coffin left, and just as he was about to insert the key to unlock the coffin. The coffin began to thrash and shack, as puffs of blue fire spewed out from the creaks in the coffin. The headmaster quickly stepped away from the coffin when the lid suddenly blasts off its hinges in a blaze of fire.

From the coffin, a grey cat creature with blue fire ears skitted across the ground. The crowd of students stared in confusion till something caught their attention. An eerie whistle could be heard from the smoking coffin. Out from the smoke steeped a mysterious figure. A figure dressed in the school's ceremonial robes stepped out into the chamber. They stood unnaturally still as the hood of their robe completely obscured their face as they continued to eerily whistle.

"U-Um, excuse me young...Um... You could have waited a few seconds longer till I opened the gate. Anyways please present yourself to the dark mirror," Crowley stuttered as he hurried the stranger.

The mirror awakened to look at the figure, and only stared in... fear?

"Ugh, I can smell... a disgusting amount of blot," The figure spat.

🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁

Now our story starts a bit earlier than expected. In a large greenhouse is where our story begins for this chapter. While Ace and deuce went to look for baskets, Grim was forced to partner with...Y/n. They smiled ever so slightly, kneeling down with hands outstretched. Inviting Grim to climb onto their shoulder, but Grim arched his back as his fur stood on end. The fire cat quickly walked ahead, as Y/n simply followed behind.

As the two walked in silence, Y/n didn't see the tail laid across their path.

"AAGH!" Growled a voice as a swift motion, whacked Grimm off his feet.

Grim quickly scampered behind Y/n for protection as a lion beastmen stood to his feet in annoyance. Leona growled as he faced the the two.

“You got some nerves stepping on my tail and just walking away,” Leona scoffed.

“A-are you the groundskeeper?” Grimm asked nervously.

“Nothing worse than napping and minding my own business only for some low life to step on my tail,” Leona growled.

Yet Y/n smiled in amusement, much to Leona’s annoyances. Leona knew this was the strange new student, this is his first time seeing them up close. Yet when he leaned in to smell this strange student, there was no scent.

“I’m not sorry, you shouldn’t be resting near where people walk. And someone of your standing should have better things to do,” Y/n simply.

“Grrr! I am not in the best of moods, and I think it’s only fair rip out your younger and show you your places,” Leona snarled as he prepared to fight.

“Oh, a lazy glutton of a lion thinks he scares me? Haha, this is cute,” Y/n laughed, unbothered by his threats.

Leona tried to throw punches at the figure, but they dodged with little effort. All the while criticizing his skill. Leona’s anger grew more and more. He pulled out his magic pen and began to fire off spells at Y/n, who pulled out their scythes and effortlessly deflected the magic.

Know it was Y/n's turn. With terrifying speed, y/n charged Leona. With a swift but strong kick to the chest, shoving Leona into a metal pole. The lion prince groaned in pain as he tried to raise his pen to compose himself. Only for Y/n to swipe the pen out of his hands, and with the other brought down the scythe. leaving a minor cut over his scar.

"Leona!" a voice called.

Leona turned to see Ruggie making his way over with his lunch. The prince swiftly turned back to look at Y/n, but they and Grim were gone.

Leona knew from then on, that this Y/n person was not someone to underestimate. As long as they stay out of his business, then he had nothing to worry about.

But that didn't last long when Crowley ordered Y/n to investigate the strange and spiking accidents around the school. Promising to let them participate in the magic shift tournament.

Y/n already knew who was behind this but decided to let Grim earn his reward. And decided to play the investigation game, but that doesn't mean they won't pay them a visit.

As Leona and Ruggie discussed their plan, Leona noticed a figure in the shadow, it was Jack.

"What are you doing here late in the night? Are you so homesick that you need someone to sing you a lullaby?" Leona smirked.

"I want to know the reason why you’re doing this," Jack growled.

" I see now. You want to hear a bedtime story, huh. Fine, I’ll tell you. For two years in a row now, we’ve always lost at the first match against Diasomnia and Malleus. Ever since we went against them, our dorm, which was known for making opponents tremble, looks like weak kittens now," Leona explained.

"Doing something as low as cheating is wrong!" Jack growled.

"Jack… I’m doing this because I’m concerned about the students’ futures, you know? f the whole world sees us defeat Malleus, all those offers will come back to Savanaclaw together with our dignity.  Are you planning on ruining your seniors’ futures?" Leona said with a slight glare.

"Th-that’s…! I’m sure you can take Malleus on if you play with your full potential, Perfect!" Jack tried to reason.

But Leona had enough and set everyone out of his room, wanting peace and quiet and to go to bed. Bed just as he was about to relax an eerie whistle. His hair stood on end as his arms trembled.

"For the future of your dormmates huh? This is the dumbest lie I have ever heard from you," Y/n laughed as they fiddled with some of Leona's jewelry. As they sat in the window.

"What are you doing here?!" Leona hissed, baring his teeth.

"Just wanted to hear the justifications behind your actions. I'm surprised a lazy cat like you has the brain capacity to think of something like this. Especially since it seems you can't do the bare minimum to do something as simple as graduating," Y/n mocked with their haunted red eyes.

"Shut up!" Leona growled as he grabbed a vase.

Y/n chuckled as they playfully dogged a vase Leona threw at them. Leona backed away slowly as Y/n stepped into the room. They sat down at the table and pulled a book from their hood. A book with his name on it.

"I'll cut to the chase. I know you gave from the start, I can't wait to see you fail miserably," Y/n chuckled.

"You don't know that," Leona spat.

"So why not just... Rest forever?" Y/n as they opened Leona's book to the final page. The wanted poster. "Just sign right here."

Y/n said as they tapped the dead print.

"Is this some sick Joke!?" Leona growled as he raised his pen.

Y/n simply stared at Leona, studying him. Eventually, they closed the book and vanished into the shadows.

"See you soon," Y/n said as they whistled into the night.

Ruggie came rushing through the door and was shocked to see Leona frozen and in fear.

But they continued with the plan, but with the help of jack. Malleus and the rest of Diasomnia were safe. But this broke what little motivation Leona had, giving up then and there.

This did not go well with the dormmates that followed him this far. But this only deeply annoyed Leona, as his magic started to go wild.

He held Ruggie aloft as he began to turn everything to sand, and dry out the poor hyena boy. Y/n growled dangerously as they swiped at Leona, dropping the poor boy.

Before Ruggie could hit the ground, Y/n caught him and handed the boy to Jack to keep him safe.

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As Leona sat in his world of darkness, an eerie whistle snapped him out of his stupor.

"What's wrong Lives flashing before your eyes?" Y/n asked as they held their scythes.

"So that's who you really are, Death," Leona glared. "So you've come for me, after seeing all I have been through."

"Yes, and I am not impressed. Even if you were to be the firstborn, your attitude and lazy habits would still make people doubt you. Even so You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, and have great privileges compared to those around you," Y/n snarled.

Leona still looking defeated didn't even turn to Look at Y/n.

"So, No matter what I do I will never be more th-" But Leona was cut off with a powerful punch to the left side of his face.

"You Never Tried! So you have no right to make that excuse. You just sat your @$$ down and pitted yourself. I have been here since the dawn of time and your experience is nothing unique," Y/n scoffed as they pummeled Leona.

"You Could have been great, but you wasted every opportunity your statues served to you on a silver platter. I have seen many second princes who were fronted with the same issues as you, they didn't take it sitting down. They went out I did something about it. Many even had more impact than their kings," Y/n continued as they held up the wanted poster. " Sign it."

Leona covered with bruises stared at the poster, as his life flashed again. As Y/n watched they could see something shift, not entirely, but it was a start. As Leona struggled to stand and spit a bit of blood out of his mouth.

"You know what. No, I'm going to live to spite you," Leona coughed. " And prove every single one of you wrong."

Y/n stared into Leona's eyes and smirked as they lowered their blade from Leona's neck. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

"Well prove it," Y/n smirked warmly, as they exited through a door of light.

Leona woke up, much to everyone's relief. Leona noticed as Everyone gathered around, Y/n stood off by themselves. Jack is the only one to approach with no fear.

Leona composed himself and challenged Y/n to Magishift. Saying in a battle he could never win, but in a game of skill, maybe.

Y/n smiled warmly and accepted the challenge, it's been a long time since they were invited to play in a game. If only there wasn't so much blot gathering.

[ecoamerica]

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[erenspussy420]

Twst Guys who are definitely are going to use you as a  🍑🍆💦

Exactly as the title says ok. I take no criticisms, this is pure brain rot. Feedback however is welcomed! Anon safe, but still please take note this is a 18+blog.

MDNI +18 ONLY, you have been warned.

Fem reader insert, this took me 1k to write oh God.

Enjoy!

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/erenspussy420/693348112594518016?source=share  , for part 2

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Twist guys who ARE gonna use you like a pocket :

Leona: Listen I know I said he can let you use him a dildo BUT YOU THINK THAT'S ALL HE'S GONNA LET YOU DO FOR HIM. Nahh, he has you pressed down in the most hidden part of the garden, hidden by a curtain of zuzu vines and flowers. However, the scent of mating is strong. Beastmen fucking run from there if Leona is marking his territory. Your back pressed into the softest moss, your hands pinned to your sides from Leona holding onto you tightly. You can squirm all you want, you're not gonna move an inch in Leona's embrace. Your chest pushed up against his, your skirt pushed up with your panties that are long gone, ripped off and thrown to the side. Leona owes you a new pair. One your legs swung over his bare hips, letting enough space for his dick to take a cozy rest in your pussy. You try so hard trying to get friction from it, anything so you can cum, but Leona's hand firmly presses down at you, a hot puff of air on your ear, amused, letting you know he is enjoying this. His laugh rumbles in his chest and your shake, he sounds so good. You're trying so hard, but your futile attempts trying to fuck yourself on him like a toy is his amusement.

"You had your fun, now it's my turn." With that, you find your body pinned against his as he brutally fucks you into the mossy ground, his cock coated in your wet slick slides so easily into you, your moans devoured by his mouth, you hug him closer with you legs trying keep him in long as you can. Your walls are spasming the more he fucks you, you're trying to thrust back, but Leona pulls off of you, and growls out,"Still think I'm your toy? Heh, tonight your body is mine, in every sense. every taste, you’re mine." As if to add more meaning, his thrusts hit deeper as he spoke. You're at his mercy now.

Vil Schoenheit: I can't breathe. THE HONOR. You think Vil is going full dom, and he is a dom, but he's the surprising soft dom. Yes, you're his in every sense at this moment. Even when your hands are tied behind you, with a silk scarf that costs more than your home, your ass is raised high up for him to admire. Your panties are gone and he gets a full view of your wet cunt. His hands nudge your legs to spread and you do as he commands, needy for his touch. No matter how much you display your pretty hole for him to take, Vil cruelly ignores it. He doesn't say so much as a word, and look he hasn't even touched you yet and you're already dripping for him, obedient for him to use as he pleases. He chuckles softly before tracing your folds, ignoring the way you press up against him, fingers dipping in rubbing you but not dipping into your pussy. He admits seeing his hand coated in your arousal makes him want to give you mercy and fuck you with his fingers, but he controls himself and removes his hands, ignoring you shaking your pussy for him. You cry into his sheets, the gag on your mouth hiding little of your pleas for him to use you like he promised. Should he relent and be the kind Queen that he is and grant you the privilege you desperately want or should he ignore it and abuse your cunt as much as he likes. It's simple really, Vil Schoenheit doesn't disappoint, he's quite giving. So he leans down and kisses your pussy, his thumb brushing over your neglected clit in an agonizing pace. "Shouldn't you thank your kind Queen? Perhaps your mouth can be of more service,hm?"

Floyd Leech: We both know how this was gonna go, let's be real here. Good luck. I wish you well cause you're not leaving that dorm, much less the bed from how strong Floyd's grip on your legs. "Oh Shrimpy~," he sings, his tongue brushes over his lips as he chats like he doesn't have you pinned on his bed with your bottom half naked to him," Ne Shrimpy-chan I'm hungry, so be a good Shrimpy and let me eat you, okay? Good!" Floyd isn't even waiting, he's already heading down, marking up your thighs with hickies and 'love' bites. He's already has your legs parted open, his long tongues licking up eagerly, your hips buck upwards but he keeps them down with hands pinning in place as he eats you. The wet noises as he sucks your clit, rolling it lazily between his tongue. Floyd plays with you, a finger slipping in, curling in you making you whine that he hasn't put his tongue in you yet. He's gonna take his sweet time with you, until he gets bored of fingering you and slides his long tongue in you. The wet muscle brushing up against your walls has you ready to grab his head to face fuck him, but alas you still have no power for that. One of his hands holds your wrists in place, as he noisily eats your wet pussy, his face coated in your juices. The other hand, hooks itself under your soft thighs dragging you closer to him. "Mm, Shrimpy you taste…goood," he pulls his tongue out of you, making you cry at the loss of it filling you. "Haha, Shrimpy if I fuck you in my eel form, are you going to scream for me? Those planktons outside will hear, but that's good now they can finally stop talking to you." 

Trey: I would let him do whatever he wants, no hesitation. "Open your legs?" How far, Trey? The way he has you sitting on his lap, blanket covering you both as he chats with Carter normally not even batting an eye as his dick is buried in your folds, the gentlest of rocking between you two, subtle enough to pass as getting comfortable. God, how badly you wanna ride him even if Carter is sitting across from you, but the gentle squeezing of Trey's hand on your inner thigh has your thighs shaking, his hand rubs small circles on your skin, slowly hiking up as he creeps up higher. The second Carter bids you both goodbye and out that door, your mouth is covered by Trey's hands, and you're practically getting picked up with Trey's arm secure around your waist. Your ass pressed against him, and you feel his dick twitch in you. Trey kisses your cheek sweetly. "You did great, y/n," he says to you, his hand on your waist is strong. The arm around your waist tightens, and you feel a sharp snap against you, feeling the throbbing of his cock in you as his thrusts become faster. The sound of your thighs slapping against his pelvis makes you dizzy. Your moans are muffled by his hand.``I'll give you a good reward for being such a good girl, pudding." Get ready, as he fucks your pussy standing.

[robo-milky]

Fanchild: Ulla Felmier + Lavern Hunt

*This is set in a neutral setting where nobody’s in a relationship yet.

[Notes]

• How did they come to NRC? Uhh… Multidimensional time rip. Epel and Rook were going their merry ways until *BOOM* child falls from the sky and into their arms.

• Rook and Epel are quite pleased to know they could have a family in the future. Though Epel may seem flustered and in denial of wanting to be a father at first, the idea of having children of his own and letting them take over the farm is appealing. As for Rook, he’s fine with having children or without! Lavern’s existence doesn’t scare him a single bit.

• With Epel’s pre-established crush on Cloche, his heart is jumping in joy. He was initially iffy about finding out who exactly the other parent was, until he saw the white tail that resembled Cloche’. In his mind, there couldn’t possibly any other beastmen who matched the description! Jack may have white fur, but he’s a wolf. Ulla continues to give Epel hope that someday, the cat maid might like him back. Epel did want a son, but Ulla was too cute to resist.

• Oh là là! Who would have thought that the Hunter of Love would be struck by his own arrow in the future? When he first saw Lavern, his impressions were ‘Who is this lost child?’ Instead of Lavern immediately clinging on to his father, like Ulla, Lavern was less than happy to fall into the arms of a ‘stranger who looked very much like his dad’. Even without Lavern addressing Rook as ‘Papa’, it didn’t take long for Rook to deduce that the boy was his child and Cloche’. Instead of Epel’s eagerness, Rook felt intrigued. In all his time of observing Cloche, never had he ever considered her to be anything but ‘that underclassmen’.

• How is Cloche coping? She’s not. Questions like “When were they born” “Why are there two of them from different parents?” “Does this imply I’m never leaving Twisted Wonderland?” “Did I give birth to them?” and “Is this going to blow my cover?” are all running wild. Cloche is aware of her …questionable views of family, and would much rather not have a child, than be a bad parent.

[Ulla Felmier]

• Epel originally wanted a son, but his disappointment in having a daughter disappeared when he held her as a baby for the first time. Epel cracked when Ulla’s tiny hand curled around his finger, realizing how tiny and precious she was.

• Ulla is spoiled— and I mean, sPOILED. Not just by her parents, but by those around her. That’s right, she has pretty privilege (mostly inherited from her dad). It also didn’t help that Harveston dotes on Ulla, almost as much as they did Epel. Ulla is well-behaved until backs are turned and eyes are closed. Ulla may come off as lazy, and carefree, but she can be quite cunning.

• The braided green toque and red overalls is supposed to represent a poisoned apple. Even when she’s not in Harveston, or if it’s not cold out, Ulla still prefers to wear the toque because it hides the fact she doesn’t have ears. Ulla might not show it, but she’s the most insecure about not having ears like other beastmen.

• Inherited Cloche’ loose morals, and Epel’s adventurousness.

• Definitely picked up on the Harveston dialect. Ulla and Epel communicate with each other in it behind Cloche’ back for special ‘father-daughter bonding time’. And by that… Epel secretly baking sweets for Ulla, and letting her go on the ‘grown up’ sleds. Epel would also have taught Ulla self defence, which later turned straight up fighting tactics.

• In Ulla’s eyes, Epel is the manliest and beefiest Pop in the world. This causes some confusion when she gushes about how ‘manly’ little fluffy rabbits, and baby chicks are.

[Lavern Hunt]

• Rook is more than happy to have such an uncommon type of beastman for a son. But of course, if he hears anyone commenting about Lavern’s lack of a tail, then bow strings are about to be plucked. When Rook first saw baby Lavern, he couldn’t help but laugh because of how funny the boy looked, but loves him regardless.

• The type of child who has to see everything for himself, to truly believe. Will not back down unless given a reason (he can understand) to. Impatient, but will put in the work needed to get the results he wants. Other kids find it hard to work with him. Additionally, it takes Lavern a long time to adapt to change and accept it.

• Cloche wanted to dress Lavern up nicer, but compromised to let Lavern wear sandals/slides/flip flops because of comfort. The footwear is also a subtle nod to Afterglow Savanna’s hot weather.

• Inherited Cloche’ skepticism, and Rook’s stubbornness.

• When disciplined, Cloche always speaks to Lavern in the same neutral tone and expression, whilst Rook has a wider range. Rook can maintain a soft smile while chiding Lavern, to showing disapproval on his face through narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. The moment Lavern notices Rook’s smile is gone, that’s when he actually feels like he’s messed up.

• Can only understand Rook’s French, but not speak it. Over time, Lavern also grew accustomed to all the big, flowery words Rook throws around— thus expanding his vocabulary quicker. With Cloche’ preference of academics, and Rook’s love of poetry, it’s no surprise that Lavern is the Spelling Bee king.

[mymainwastoocluttered]

So, have you seen Mao Mao Heroes of pure heart??

So, there is this character called Adorabat, super chaotic. Imagine Mc/Yuu, by a potion mishaps, she gets turn into a child again and has the same attitude as Adorabat. Screaming n all.

RIP the whole NRC cuz nobody can with this absolute ball of destruction and adorableness. Except Mal-Mal, Lilia and probably Jamil.

Hello! I never watched Mao Mao, but after watching some videos to get the feel for Adorabat, I gotta say I really should watch it. Tired, Soft and Chaos Child, perfect combination

Have children, they said (NRC)

— ᕙ⁠[⁠･⁠۝･⁠]⁠ᕗ

No one but Floyd is happy. This day will go down in NRC's history as "The Day Only Floyd Had a Blast"

Ace is the culprit, of course. Crewel chewed him after class, and Riddle chewed him twice as much at the dorm.

"How was I supposed to know that mixing that stuff together would do something?" It's POTIONS, Trappola, you dumbass

Child Prefect is adorable. Really, really cute.

What's not cute is her screeching that one can hear from the other side of the island. Some boys swear up and down that RSA will eventually knock on their doors to ask whatever they're killing so cruelly

The beastmen have it particularly bad, since about 95% of them has very sensitive ears

Leona is fucking DEAD. Cheka's screeching was already enough for his poor ears, but Reader's are on another level. Ruggie is not sure if he finds it funny or if he sympathizes

Riddle is another one who's dying, but because of a slight different cause. How can he educate a child when all his approaches are... Harsh? He doesn't want to be hated by Reader at any age, and he certainly doesn't want to treat her like his mom treated him.

Trey and Cater wince every new scream, but they're pretty good at taking care of her. Trey has experience with children, and Cater is just a fun person to be around. They tend to bicker because Cater wants to give her candies, but Trey worries about her teeth, to which Cater complains that there's just as much sugar in a tart than in a piece of candy, and they go from there

Jack does not think they should be giving any sugar to such a hyper child, but he'd rather she be holding candies than anything that could be used as a weapon. She has hit so many ankles already

Vil is keeping his distance after Reader threatened to pull on his hair. She's cute to look at from a distance, he says, and then leaves. Because of that, Epel is very willing to be near her, if only to get away from Vil, though he's appreciate if she stopped throwing his apple carvings on people's head.

Rook is actually having an ok time, since a hyper child means a child he needs to watch and run after. Very good prey, she loves playing hide-n-seek with him

Azul has practically locked himself in the office. He thinks she's cute, but his poor three hearts can't take two Floyds being loud and violence happy. He's very jealous of Jade, who appears to be having a grand time. It's probably the almost two decades with Floyd, this eel feels nothing.

Floyd is, as mentioned before, having the time of his life with a even more hyper tiny him to terrorize the world with him.

Jamil absolutely loves child Reader. Not because she's cute (tho he will agree that she is), but because she's giving Kalim some of his own medicine: does whatever she wants, whenever and however she wants, independent of whatever is happening around her, and expects him to follow her thought process. She manages to out-do Kalim in being a chatterbox and Kalim looks like Jamil on a good day: stressed, tired and done.

(Child Prefect is also pretty well mannered and behaved near Jamil, probably some remnant of her older self who knows this boy needs a break. Maybe that's why she wants Kalim to be the babysitter instead)

Sebek is SUFFERING. WHY IS THIS SMALL HUMAN SO LOUD?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE IS BEING LOUD, HAVE YOU NOT HEARD THE TINY HUMAN?! TINY HUMAN, CEASE YOUR YELLING AT ONCE!

Silver appreciates that she doesn't allow him to sleep... but also please let him sleep. Sometimes he does want to sleep. He gets surprisingly close to Leona in their quest to find a place she won't find them to nap

Lilia is also having the time of his life. It's Lilia, there's not much to say. He will give her a tiny sword and teach her how to use it. Say goodbye to your knees, NRC.

Malleus isn't sure about any of this, but then Reader sits on his lap and begs to nibble on his horns, and he is sold. Another one who gets a well mannered, behaved child. Other than the horn nibbling.

Ace and Grim are not allowed to come near her without Deuce and Jack with them. Deuce was given the explicit permission to punch Ace's face if he comes up with any stupid plan, so was Jack.

Idia is locked in his room. He can't take a hyper child. He can't take a hyper child that keeps knocking on his door and going "do you wanna build a snow maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan?". It's the middle of spring. There's no snow. Please stop.

Ortho is more than happy to stay with Reader. Noise? He can adjust his hearing. Too much energy? Hah! Same, quite literally. Wants to hit stuff? Well, Ignihyde has a training room full with breakable drones!

Crewel hates and loves her. He hates the loudness and the rowdiness, but he loves when she actually calms down and accompanies him. He likes cute pups, sue him

Trein is also one who gets a well mannered child, mostly because he's scary. But Lucius will let her pet him if she behaves, so that's also behind her good behavior

Vargas is basically Floyd 2.0. Someone get this child away from him. No, don't let Sam be alone with her instead! He isn't the problem, the problem is his friends from the other side who love to screech with her

Crowley is in Hell. She screams at him, hits his knees and bites his ankles if he gets too close. No one can tell why, but it might be yet another remnant of her older self. Everyone accepts that theory, except Crowley, who doesn't understand how she doesn't like his generous self.

After a week, the Ramshackle Housewarden is back to her actual age, and 90% of the NRC is crying of relief

[twistedtummies2]

The Scarlet Pirate - Chapter 1

Well, ladies and gentlemen...this story has been a LONG time coming. XD

This is the first of a six-part "Chapter Story" for my OC for Twisted Wonderland, James Killian - based on Captain Hook from Disney's Peter Pan. (Also featured are Smitty McCarthy, based on Smee, and Matthew Satyr, based on Peter himself...oh, and Nakoda - my Kaa OC - also has a role here.) The basic premise of this story has been in my mind for almost as long as James has, but for numerous reasons, it wasn't till just within the past few weeks I finally got a chance to develop and write it out.

The result is, I think, the single longest "Chapter Story" for any of my OCs for TW I've created so far. Take that information however you will. So long as this tale, that it went from a planned three-parter, to a planned five-parter, to now being a six-parter, standing at approximately 150 pages in total! Hopefully, all the work and length will be for the best. XD

As is typical for my Chapter Stories, I will be posting this one chapter at a time per day over the course of this week. For future reference, you can find the next chapter here.

WARNING: While this story, throughout all six parts, does not FOCUS on my kinks, there are instances of very mild stuffing/belching related content sprinkled throughout, as well as various instances of implied or near vore situations. If you're into these things, good on ya. If you aren't, just be warned they will show up here and there, although not with any degree of spectacle.

With that said...I hope you enjoy.

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“COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE MEAT LOAF!” “WE’LL RIP YOU APART!” “YOU CAN’T GET AWAY FROM US!” You panted as you ran at top speed out of the cafeteria of Night Raven College. Behind you, three Savanaclaw students - one with the ears of a jackal, another with the ears of a leopard, and a third with the ears of a binturong - were sprinting after you, charging like mad wildebeests. Hearing little gasping sounds beside yourself, you shot a glare at the cat-like little creature who was running on all fours alongside you, ears crackling with flames as his trident-tail worked to keep him steady while he bounded along. He noticeably licked at a few stray crumbs of food on his whiskers as you both bucketed along at flying speed. “Chernabog damn it, Grim!” you coughed between your own fast-paced footfalls. “Haven’t you learned any self-control at all?!” “Nyaaa! They were eating tuna sandwiches!” wailed Grim. “I couldn’t help myself!” You just groaned as you continued to flee. “If we die, I am SO going to kill you,” you muttered to yourself. You knew you couldn’t just head to Ramshackle Dorm straightaway: the Savanaclaw trio behind you would be expecting that. Your best bet was to lose them and give them a chance to cool down, then you could go home and try to forget this whole misadventure. So, you decided to take a risk, and ran across the athletics field, towards the woodlands beyond which encircled the campus. As you led Grim through the bushes and into the forest, you could still hear the three angry beastmen chasing you. They snarled and hissed in rage, showing no sign of tiring any time soon. You raced through the woods as fast as you could pelt, with Grim trailing not far behind you, and your would-be antagonists continuing pursuit. You had entered these woods enough times by now to know a way to circle through the greenery and find a path back to your dorm; you hoped that the trees and foliage would help your escape, as you bobbed and weaved between them, thinking they would slow down your half-animal attackers. You soon realized your folly: these were athletic beastmen, with senses and strength superior to your own, and skill as a hunter. Instead of slowing down your pursuers, the heavy greenery was slowing YOU down, giving them a chance to leap through the gaps in the trees, gaining on you inch by inch, foot by foot, yard by yard… A shrill “YIPE!” soon signaled what would be your downfall: Grim stumbled in a patch of dirt that collapsed beneath him - some spider’s hidden den - creating a pothole just large enough for his paws to catch. He rolled through the dirt and grass before bumping into the side of a tree. “MINION!” he called out in a wheezy way.

You skidded to a halt, cursing under your breath, and hurried back to help the little rascal…but in the time it took you to reach Grim and give him a brief check for injuries, your three attackers were upon you. You stood up and tried to run one direction, letting Grim rest on your shoulders…but the binturong boy barred your way. You whirled about in another direction, but the jackal stepped in front of you then. Finally, before you even had a chance to turn, the leopard man blocked you off. The three grinned viciously as they moved closer in unison. You backed up instinctively…and soon felt your breath hitch as you found yourself backed up against the tree behind you. Grim hissed angrily, hackles rising, as the three Savanaclaw students closed in around you. “Nowhere to run now, meatballs,” smirked the leopard. “C-Come on, guys,” you laughed nervously, with an anxious smile. “We…we can talk about this, can’t we?” “You can negotiate with one of our guts,” replied the leopard, licking his chops. “Hey! They’re not your kill!” snapped the jackal, baring his fangs as he snapped at his friend. “I caught up with ‘em first!” “We’ll decide who gets to eat the human after we tenderize ‘em,” suggested the binturong, and punched one fist into his free hand with a ferocious grin. “I call the furball.” “Fine by me,” said the leopard, cracking his neck and knuckles, while the jackal shrugged in agreement. You shuddered and groaned again, trying to restrain the blush on your face. Great. Just great. You were going to be beaten up and eaten up because Grim couldn’t curb his own appetite. The irony and unfairness were equally abundant here…you wished you could convince your heart to stop beating so fast, especially since it was pumping blood into your cheeks with the knowledge of what was coming… However, before any of the three could strike, there came a rustling from the treetops above you. All of you looked up, confused and startled…and the three Savanaclaw students hastily took a few steps backward, as something dropped out of the trees with a bold, brassy sort of cackle… “HA HA!” the something declared, and landed nimbly on their shiny black boots. “Villains, beware! Stand ready!”

To say you were surprised was an understatement. The three Savanaclaw students seemed equally bewildered. Standing between yourself and Grim, and your presumed predators, was a young man, dressed in a Night Raven school uniform. His red vest, and the black-and-red armband around one arm, indicated he was a student of Heartslabyul. His hair was long and raven-hued, flowing a little past his shoulders; the top of his scalp was wrapped up in a violet bandana. He wore golden rings on several fingers, between both hands, and a daring, dashing sort of grin was on his face, which lit up his rich, dark, chocolate-colored eyes. The Heartslabyul student adopted a pose like a skilled fencer; in his right hand, he held a most peculiarly-shaped, gold-topped cane. He pointed the ferrule end towards the three Savanaclaw bullies, holding the item like it was a rapier. His left hand flourished grandly up and behind his head. The outer spot of the palm was facing you and Grim. You felt Grim’s head tilt, as you both noticed the strange tattoo on the back of the stranger’s hand: it was the image of a hook. “Three of you, eh?” the youth snorted. “A pity. I was hoping for an honest challenge!” The three Savanaclaw students growled angrily, and adopted predatory poses. “Back off, pipsqueak!” the binturong spat. “These two belong to us!” “I think they rather belong to themselves,” sniffed the cavalier newcomer, twirling the tip of his cane in a rather taunting fashion. “Perhaps you’d care to officially claim them? You are quite welcome to try.” “You got a death wish or somethin’?!” snapped the jackal. “Oh, I wish for death daily,” shrugged the new arrival. “Just not for myself.” The jackal snarled violently, as did the binturong. The leopard stepped forward and bared his clawed fingers. “If you wanna try and keep our breakfast away from us, you can join it,” the cat hissed. “Looks like there’s enough here for all of us, boys!” This made the binturong and the jackal cackle as they stepped up to clearly support their leader. “I call the loud one,” the jackal replied, and licked his chops sloppily, drool splattering across his plump, shapely lips. “I think he’s gonna have a rich flavor…” “Fine by me,” rumbled the leopard, and rubbed his belly through his uniform fabrics. “Looks like the Prefect’s mine…” You shivered, cheeks pinkening again, as you licked your own lips nervously. You shifted your gaze from the hungry leopard’s eyes to the apparent swashbuckler’s face, to catch his reaction. To your surprise, for just the most fleeting moment, you could have sworn the young man’s cheeks turned a similar shade of rose to your own…but the hue soon vanished as he adjusted his stance, and lifted his cane a bit higher, pointing it towards the leopard’s nose. “So be it, gentlemen,” he said, somewhat gravely. “Heave to it, then, and fall on!”

The three snorted almost in unison. The jackal, who seemed eager to enjoy his very brazen meal, was the first to lunge forward, charging towards the Heartslabyul student. The raven-haired duelist laughed and ducked, scurrying to one side, and then whirled about. He swung his cane about, smacking the jackal in the backside. The canine demi yelped shrilly, and spun towards the offender; he raked a wild haymaker towards the young man, who blocked the punch with his rod. He did the same with a second punch, then jumped forward and jabbed the “point” of his weapon hard into the jackal’s gut. The canid grunted, clutching his stomach and doubling over…before the heavy end of the cane’s gold topper bashed into the side of his head, knocking him to the ground. “Aye, this takes me back. To basic training, that is,” sighed the man in red and black. He smirked, pointing his weapon at the remaining two beastmen. “Would either of you gentlemen care to try me next?” The leopard and binturong seemed stunned. They looked at each other, then their expressions hardened. The leopard growled and - clearly having some sort of authority - he tossed his head, and the binturong took the hint, letting out a fierce battle cry as they ran at the swashbuckler, one fist reeled back and ready to strike. The swasbuckler’s smirk widened, and he ducked to avoid the harsh punch, then threw himself upwards, jamming his cane into his enemy as he hurled them over his shoulder, causing them to land right on top of the jackal. Then, before the binturong could stand - WHAM! - a booted foot kicked him unconscious. “Pitiful Philistine,” sneered the cavalier. “You’re not even worth using my finest moves upon-AHA!” The man spun around like a top, holding his cane in both hands as the leopard struck. He had tried to attack the duelist from behind, while the Heartslabyul member was distracted. Said student grinned boldly as the leopard’s tail lashed in irritation. “A fine attempt, sir!” boomed your savior. “I can’t think of a single seven-year-old who could do better!” “I’ll chew that smug look off your face!” spat the leopard. The Heartslabyul student grimaced, crinkling his nose. Once again, you swore his cheeks turned a somewhat rosy hue. “If your fighting skills are as rank as your breath, I’d say good luck. Either way, you’d find it quite indigestible.”

The animal-man just growled louder as the fighter pushed him off. He lunged forward again, but the swashbuckler soon settled things: he cracked his cane against the leopard’s arm as it prepared to hurl a punch, then across the shoulder, then smacked it into the leopard’s face. With a pained sort of snarl, the leopard seemed ready to throw out a kick, but the duelist’s cane slapped against his shin hard. The cat yowled loudly, and comically lifted his leg and bounced on the other, clutching his wounded limb…at which point the skilled fencer lunged and plunged the butt end of his cane into their stomach. The leopard staggered back and collapsed to the ground in a heap, beside his other two comrades. The cavalier smirked proudly, and lifted his cane in a swordsman’s salute, before twirling it and letting its length rest across his shoulders. “Well, that was thoroughly pathetic,” he mocked. “I suggest, gentlemen, that you take up knitting: brawls are clearly quite beneath your abilities, in many respects.” The three defeated Savanaclaw students - in dubious and varying states of consciousness - just moaned in pain where they lay. The swordmaster nodded, satisfied, then his smile fell as a look of concern came over his face and he turned towards you. “Are you alright?” he inquired. You and Grim just stared, amazed. Each of you bore eyes as wide as dinner platters, your jaws practically on the ground. “Halloo?” your helper checked, and waved his left hand - the one with the hook tattoo - in front of your face. “Is there a mind working in that skull, shipmate?” You shook your head and blinked, coming out of your stupor. “Y-Yeah,” you finally stammered out, and began to smile. “I’m alright.” “Excellent,” smiled the Heartslabyul student. “Thanks for the save,” you said gratefully. “That…well…that was-” “THAT WAS TOTALLY WICKED!” exclaimed Grim, all but screaming in your ear, causing you to flinch. As you wrung out your aching audio receptor, the little imp bounced off your shoulder back down onto the ground. “Those moves were INCREDIBLE! Naturally, nothing is quite as awesome as the Great Grim, but that fighting skill was INSANE! I’d say it was almost as cool as I am!” The Heartslabyul student let out a loud, boisterous laugh. His chest puffed out and he held his head high with clear pride. “Why, thank you, thank you!” he said, using one hand to swipe a few stray hands of black hair out of his face most flamboyantly. “I suppose I was rather fabulous, wasn’t I?”

You cocked your head to one side, looking your savior up and down. The uniform, the voice, the theatricality…something about him clicked in your mind… “I think we’ve met before,” you realized aloud. “Nya? We have?” Grim blinked at you, perplexed. “Sure!” you smiled at your companion, then stepped away from the tree to grin at the Heartslabyul student. “We met that time Ace got conked in the head with a Magift disc.” “Indeed! Oh, how we laughed!” your new acquaintance drawled. “Actually, you seemed kinda upset at the time.” “Well, we laughed afterwards,” shrugged the youth, and then flourished his cane as he spread out his arms and bowed most low, even shifting his legs in a most courtly, elegant manner. “James Killian, at your humble service!” Grim giggled at the melodramatic introduction. You just smiled and introduced yourself more casually. “What were you doing out here, anyway?” you couldn’t help but ask. “Practicing,” James said, indicating his long cane. “One mustn’t allow one’s talents to get rusty, especially under the current circumstances.” “Nya?” Grim meowed, tilting his head and blinking his large, blue-green eyes. His trident-tail curled into a question mark shape behind him. “What ‘circumferences’?” “Circumstances,” you corrected patiently. “That’s what I said!” huffed Grim. “Circumventions!” Before you could try to correct him again - and before James could give a proper answer - a new voice broke onto the scene. “James!” it called out, in a high, flute-like sort of way. “James, there you are!” The three of you turned to see a small figure hop out of the bushes and onto the scene. It was a short young man - about the same age as James was - also dressed in a Heartslabyul uniform. He was small and stout, with a plump belly that pushed against his vest and shirt tightly, giving him a round, “cuddly” appearance. This was accentuated by his equally round face, with very large, bright, blue-green eyes - almost the same color as Grim’s, though not quite as vibrant. His shaggy-looking hair was white as chalk, but didn’t seem to have this color due to age; similar to the silvery hues of those like Azul or Jack Howl. A brick-colored newsboy cap sat atop his head, and upon his small, round nose, a pair of rimless, square spectacles perched. “James!” smiled the little man with relief. “You’ve gotta warn me before you-” The little fellow stopped short in whatever he was going to say, his smile fading and his teal-toned eyes going very wide, as he saw the pile of unconscious beastmen. He looked at them, then at you and Grim, then at James. “...Did, uh…did I miss something?’ he peeped.

“Nothing of great importance, Smitty,” yawned James. “I simply got some decent exercise. Well. Almost decent, anyway.” Smitty scratched his head, looking confused. “Exercise?” he repeated slowly, and looked at you, as if hoping you’d have an answer. You could only shrug helplessly. “It’s a long story,” you said. “Not really,” retorted Grim, and pointed at James with one paw as he spoke to Smitty. “Your buddy here just kicked the crud outta those bullies! It was so cool!” Smitty grinned. “Oh, yes!” he nodded enthusiastically, nearly knocking his own cap off. “James is amazing when he’s fighting! That’s why we came out here: he wanted to train his fencing skills for when he meets Matthew in that competition!” “Matthew?” you repeated. “Competition?” mewed Grim. Before Smitty could answer, he let out an “eep!” as, without warning, James stomped over and grabbed hold of his tie, tugging the fellow Heartslabyul student towards him. He leaned down with a fearsome glare, bringing himself nearly nose to nose with his compatriot. “Smitty!” he shouted. “If you weren’t so incomprehensibly dimwitted, I’d clap you for mutiny!” “J-James, what do you mean?” squeaked Smitty, holding onto his hat and looking quite startled, to say the least. “Wh-what did I do?!” James narrowed his eyes…then sighed and released him, dusting himself off. “Let’s recap,” he said, much-too-patiently. “Smitty McCarthy…what are the rules?” “Of the Queen of Hearts?” blinked Smitty. He blushed and removed his cap, wringing it in his hands with a bashful smile. “Sorry, James, I’ve only memorized the first fourteen of those.” “Not those rules!” James said, exasperatedly, pinching his brow. “MY rules. The ones you and I agreed upon.” “Oh, I’ve got those memorized perfectly, James!” smiled Smitty, blithely. He began counting them off on his fingers. “Um…lemme see…Rule One: each of us, when we go out to sea, will be entitled to an equal share of the -” “Start at thirty-seven,” droned James, boredly. “Oh, right! Ahem…Rule Thirty-Seven: never trust a pixie. Rule Thirty-Eight: never carry a pocket watch, nor use an alarm clock. And Rule Thirty-Nine: never say His first name.” “Thank you,” mumbled James, with a long-suffering sort of expression. “Please, try to remember that last one.” “Aye, James,” Smitty nodded, his blissful look indicating he still had no idea of what he’d even done. “I always do!”

James just rolled his eyes, then looked towards you and Grim. Naturally, after that, the pair of you were quite puzzled. “Apologies,” he said, oh-so-sweetly. “Disregard that name. It’s a…personal matter, between the two of us.”   “I…I see,” you said, simply, not sure what else to say. “You still haven’t explained what you were talking about with a competition though,” Grim pointed out, then began to swish his tail eagerly. “Is it a magic competition, huh? Where we get to show off how awesome we are as mages?” “Not exactly,” said James with a shake of his head. Now it was his turn to look surprised. “Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of it already!” “Heard of what?” you asked. “Well, I suppose that’s a no,” chuckled James, and cleared his throat importantly. “Ahem! Every few years, the twin schools of Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy engage in a special event called The Scavenger’s Hunt.” “It’s a treasure hunt!” cheered Smitty. “TREASURE?!” exclaimed Grim. “Like…like REAL treasure?! Gold, jewels, tuna cans?!” “You’re wrong about the tuna cans, but you’re right about the first two,” Smitty giggled. “See, a long time ago, pirates used to have a habit of hiding and burying their treasure here on Sage’s Island. Back then, the place wasn’t as populated, and a lot more remote. So it was easy for them to go ashore, bury their gold, and then come back to fetch it later.” You could practically see the madollar signs in Grim’s eyes. No doubt he was imagining how rich he could get…and how much tuna he could buy with the money. “Every few years, the two schools hold a competition,” James continued the explanation. “In homage to this storied past, a chest is filled with money, and teams of seven from each school are assigned to try and find the “treasure.” We’re given a couple of clues to start off with, then it’s all on us. The teams have to try and find the treasure in two days, with the team that wins being the one who brings the chest to their school before nightfall on the second day.” “It trains the participants in a lot of ways, including survival skills, since you have to set up camp and spend a night in the woods for the first evening,” added Smitty. “Sounds like a pretty tough challenge,” you observed. “Nya! Any challenge is worth it if you can get money out of it!” Grim exclaimed. “My thoughts precisely,” smirked James. “The teams haven’t been chosen, but I have high hopes of being selected as one of the participants.” “Why? Do you have any special skills they’d be looking for?” you asked. “Nope!” Smitty interrupted, before James could answer. “The choices are totally random!” You and Grim shared a look. “Then…how can you be so sure you’ll get in?” you asked.

“Call it a hunch!” sang James, with an innocent shrug. The conversation was broken by a groan from the three Savanaclaw scoundrels. They were starting to stir. “I think we should probably get out of here,” you said, with a nervous laugh. “Those guys won’t be happy when they get up.” “I concur,” James nodded, then waved his stick around in the air in a dramatic gesture. “Come, Smitty! We must resume my practice!” “Aye-Aye, James!” Smitty said, saluting the taller student with a grin. The four of you bid hasty farewells, then you and Grim ran off towards the direction of Ramshackle Dorm. James Killian and Smitty McCarthy began to walk off in another direction. After a few moments, James looked down at his friend. “Well, Smitty?” he asked seriously. “Well what?” Smitty asked, blinking innocently behind his glasses. “Did you do as I asked?” urged James. Smitty’s smile fell. He looked away. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I, um…I made sure you and I would get picked.” “Perfect,” smirked James, a devilish gleam in his brown eyes. A low laugh left him. “Then everything is going according to plan…”

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You had become quite used to going to bed and waking up in a place that was not your room. You found yourself in a gilded chamber; beyond the darkened windows, you could hear the sounds of the ocean, and a muted, muffled ticking noise, which you quickly came to ignore. You were more focused on the giant figure before you: a tall, limber-looking fellow, with a hooked nose on his proud, lean face, and long black hair. A thin moustache slashed over the top of his lips, and he wore a long coat of vibrant scarlet. Along with the fingers, a golden hook - with a ruby-studded ring encircling part of it - stood in place of his left hand, scratching at his chin thoughtfully. He was pacing in front of a fine-looking harpsichord. You glanced to one side, and noted another figure: a small, fat man, with glasses and a red cap, dressed in blue and white. He was holding a large green bottle; some sort of alcoholic beverage. You had come to speak to the pair, hoping to receive some help. With a thunderous bellow, the Scarlet Pirate seemed to come to a decision, as he used his hook to grab hold of his companion by the back of their shirt, dragging them towards the door and nearly making them spill their drink “Come, Smee!” the Pirate boomed. “We must leave immediately, surround Peter’s home-!” “But Cap’n!” the Little Man piped up. “WE DON’T KNOW WHERE PETER PAN LIVES!” The Pirate immediately dropped the little man, his expression one bordering on horror in realization. “Great Scott!” he barked. “You’re right, Smee!” An idea sparked into your head. You rose up and rang out an alerting noise, gaining the pair’s attention. You flew with your pixie wings to a table in the cabin, where a map of The Island was visible. “What’s that, my dear?” the Scarlet Pirate cooed. “YOU could show us, the way? Why, I never thought of that!” The Pirate then surreptitiously whispered to his friend - “Take this down, Smee.” - but you barely noticed. You dipped your tiny feet into an inkwell, and waited for the two to move closer, so you could show them the way on the map. You thus began to walk across the map, the Pirate announcing the directions you indicated while the Little Man wrote them down in a notebook. “Start at Pegleg Point. Forty paces West of Blind Man’s Bluff, yes, yes…h-hop, skip, and a jump across C-Crocodile Creek! Then…Nor’ by Nor’east, one, two, three…” Something made you hesitate, as you neared the final spot on the map. You glanced over your shoulder. The Scarlet Pirate’s eyes shone with anger and impatience as he slammed his fist down onto the table. “WELL?!” he yelled. “GET ON WITH IT-I mean…heh heh…continue my dear.”

You glared and flew up into the Scarlet Pirate’s face, snapping out your one desire. He blinked, surprised, the feather on his hat flopping in front of his face. “I mustn’t harm Peter?” he repeated, and sniffed snootily, brushing the feather out of his face. “My friend, Captain Hook gives his word not to lay a finger-” You gestured in a hook-shape with one hand, crossly. “-Or a hook…on Peter Pan,” smiled the Pirate, assuringly. That did it. You swooped back down onto the map, and - with the last of the ink - drew an X on the spot with a helpful smile. The Scarlet Pirate grinned and nodded, then winked at the Little Man. “Ah, Hangman’s Tree,” he crooned, while his friend bounced excitedly beside him. “So THAT’S the entrance to his hiding place…” A shrill sound left you as - YOINK! - a huge, spindly hand sprung out like a jumping spider, and the Scarlet Pirate’s fist grabbed you, his smile turning truly villainous. “Thank you, me dear,” he purred like a cat with a canary. “You’ve been MOST helpful.” A malevolent guffaw heralded you being thrust into a glass container - perhaps an old lantern - and the hook latched it inescapably shut. Desperately, you pounded on the glass with your hands, watching as the Pirate and the Little Man left. As the door closed, you soon felt the air growing thin, you felt your wings falter, you felt yourself sink the floor of the lantern…and then… …You gasped sharply and woke up in bed. Not sitting up, but simply breathing heavily where you lay, head on the pillow. As you took in the familiar sights of your room in Ramshackle’s haunted house…you groaned and slapped a palm across your face… “I wouldn’t have this problem if someone would just eat me already,” you grumbled.

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“You had another one, didn’tcha?” You blinked and looked up from the book you were reading. Grim was sitting beside you, half finished with his sixth tuna can for lunch. “What do you mean?” you asked the inquisitive not-cat. “Your face,” said Grim, simply. “What about it?” you huffed, and looked away to read the book. “I’m reading. This is my reading-for-class face.” “Nope,” Grim insisted, shaking his head and pointing with one plump paw. “That’s your ‘I had a super weird dream last night’ look. Another one o’ those creepy visions again?” You sighed and looked up towards the sky, snapping the book shut. “I really don’t want to talk about it,” you groaned. Grim sneered and shrugged. “Fine, if yer gonna be a sourpuss about it,” he pouted, then his sparking ears lifted as he heard the distant, familiar voices of Ace and Deuce not so far away. “I’m gonna go see how the guys are doin’. You stay right here, Minion!” You gave a mock salute, with a tired smile, and watched as Grim tossed his now empty can away and trotted off towards another part of the grounds. You were sitting on a bench beneath the castle’s proudest apple tree, near the fabled wishing well. It was quiet; not many people were around here at this time of the day. You tried to remove the thoughts of last night via your studies…but to be honest, the Annotated History of Magical Economics was not exactly a page turner, and your mind kept wandering. You were unaware of a pair of great, big, yellow eyes, watching you from the shadows of the nearby colonnade. The eyes blinked once. As they did, a brief flicker of mesmerizing, pastel colors seemed to float around the irises and pupils, before flitting out with a second blink. The figured then slithered out from the colonnade, strutting towards where you sat - hips swaying, pelvis shifting alluringly - a sensual, slippery smirk upon their face. You heard the creak of something - or someone - leaning on the back of the bench a moment later, and a familiar, sibilant voice slid into your ears. “Sssay now…what have we here?”

You jumped, a bit alarmed by the voice in your ear…especially as you could sense the dampness of a slimy tongue very close to your earlobe. You turned around fast, then sighed with a mixture of relief and mild annoyance as you saw the face of the slinky, smirking Savanaclaw student, who peered down at you with a smug, seductive sort of expression. “Good afternoon, Nakoda,” you greeted, crisply. “Hello, breakfassst,” hissed the naga-in-human-form, with a flirtatious wink and lick of his lips. “It’s lunchtime,” you replied, blandly, not to be taken in. “Even better,” Nakoda said, and snickered in his usual way. “Sss-sss-sss-sss! That means I don’t have to ssspend an entire day digesssting you. Only part of one!” “Doesn’t it literally take days for you to digest anyone?” you drawled back. Nakoda grinned wider. “Awww…you remembered,” he crooned, and licked his lips. “I’m sssimply touched.” You blushed, and firmly turned back to your book. “I’m trying to study,” you grumbled. “If you just came over here to talk sexy, can you please do it later?” “Then you admit I’m sssexy,” smiled Nakoda, sidling into the bench, sitting beside you. “I never ‘sssaid’ that you weren’t,” you replied, addressing him without looking at him. “You freaking KNOW you are. But there are more important things than bed and breakfast.” Nakoda looked at you as if you had just spoken some heinous and unfathomable blasphemy. “Is there something you need?” you urged, hoping you could get him to leave. The serpent wasn’t really what you needed, with all the things on your mind. “Not really,” Nakoda answered with a shrug. “I sssimply noticed that one of my favorite sssnacks ssseemed a bit distressssssed, so I came over to sssee what the issssssue was.” You looked up from your book doubtfully. You were surprised to find that Nakoda’s smile seemed…sincere. Warm. Different from his usual sultry, greedy expression that indicated equal parts hunger and thirst. It was…friendly.

That was new. “Well…if you really want to know, I had a bad dream last night,” you confessed, then chuckled to yourself. “Jeeze…when I say it THAT way it sounds like I’m a toddler or something, doesn’t it?” “Mmmm…you’d be sssurprised what an…IMPACT dreams can have,” Nakoda replied with a pleasured shudder. You decided you could live without asking what THAT was supposed to mean. Instead, you explained to Nako about your recurring visions, about the past events and ominous signs of foreshadowing you’d seen so often in the past. You even admitted you’d had a similar dream strike you when Nakoda Spivak had tried to get Jamil thrown out of school. “Interesssting,” murmured Nakoda, his expression uncharacteristically serious as he nodded, taking in the information carefully. “Ssso, basssically, anytime you have these dreams, you know sssomething bad is gonna happen.” “Yeah, and I’m most likely gonna be roped in the middle of it,” you droned. “I don’t sssuppose I can do anything to help?” Nakoda asked. “Could you eat me so I don’t have to clean up the mess later?” you drawled sarcastically. Nakoda grinned VERY widely. “Is that your final anssswer?” he hissed, eyes flashing with gluttonous excitement. Quickly realizing your mistake, you held up your hands placatingly. “N-Never mind! Just a figure of speech!” you squeaked out. Nakoda snickered and leaned in till your noses nearly touched. One of his hands swept across and rested on your thigh. “Your ssscent, and your blush, sssay otherwise,” he breathed out, in a voice that could only be described as famished. Before your flustered, sputtering brain could produce an answer, the sound of a school bell was heard, making both you and Nakoda jump in surprise. The bell was followed by the voice of Dire Crowley over the school loudspeakers, announcing that all students were to go to the assembly hall immediately. Nakoda pouted, looking deeply disappointed; even a little sad. “Well, ain’t that always the way?” he grumbled.

You smiled weakly, not sure if you should be relieved…or a little disappointed, yourself. “Guessssss I’ll sssee you around, sssweetheart,” Nakoda smiled, and stood up, giving a reassuring smile. “In all ssseriousnessssss…if you need sssomeone to talk to about those dreams, or jussst to help you sssleep…you can always trussst in me.” “I’m not so sure of that,” you chuckled nervously, very easily catching the sound of the serpent boy’s stomach gurgling on the last three words. “But thanks anyway, Nakoda.” Nako smiled a bit wider, then tucked his hands in his pockets and swaggered off in his usual cocky, slithery way. You couldn’t help but stare, watching him go…watching the way his wide hips swayed…watching his rear bounce and shift, so tightly packed into his pants… “NYA! MINION, SNAP OUT OF IT!” “Wh-wha…?” You quickly shook your head and looked down, as you felt - and heard - Grim tugging on your pants leg. “C’mon!” the little beast urged. “We gotta go to the assembly! I do NOT wanna deal with Trein if we’re late.” Well, that was a good incentive if you’d ever heard one. You nodded and stood up, and followed  Grim in the direction of the Assembly Hall. You already had a feeling, after recent conversations, of what the assembly was going to be for…and you were correct.

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“Ruggie, Azul, Sebek, James, and Smitty…I gotta say, that’s a pretty colorful group of people to go on a treasure hunt with. You two must be under some pressure.” “Nya! It’s nothing the Great Grim can’t handle!” You just chuckled and ruffled Grim’s headfur; he hissed and swatted at your hands with a petulant expression. You then smiled at Deuce, who had been the one to speak first. “Honestly, I’m surprised,” you admitted. “I wasn’t even sure Grim and I would be on the ballot. You know, on account of the fact I don’t have any magic. Didn’t they discount Ortho because of all his technomantic doodads, after all?” “Hey, Ortho had too big an advantage, not the same as your problem,” Deuce shrugged, and smiled at you gently. “Besides, you two are still students of Night Raven College. Magic or no magic, you’re one of us! Right, Ace?” “Yeah. Sure. Whatever…” Deuce frowned as Ace - with the most sour and dour expression - carelessly stuffed some popcorn into his mouth, chewing boredly. You and Grim and invited your two best friends over to Ramshackle to watch a movie together, in celebration of being chosen for the Scavenger’s Hunt. However, all night, Ace had been moping and grumpy. “Okay, seriously, what’s the problem?” snapped Deuce, fed up with Trappola’s guff. “Aren’t you happy for these two?” “To be honest? Not really,” Ace said, blandly. “Well, gee, thanks a ton,” you said, with a smile as sarcastic as your tone. “Ha! You’re just jealous because we get to go find buried treasure instead o’ you!” teased Grim. “Yes. Yes, that’s it exactly,” huffed Ace, and sighed dismally. “Seriously, how come you two have all the fun? Just thinking of all those coins, waiting to be dug up, and how I can’t even touch a single SPECK of it…” “Hey, it’s not like they’re gonna be able to do much with it,” Deuce snorted, lounging back in his sofa seat. “Nya?” blinked Grim. “What do you mean?” “Well, first of all, the ones who find the treasure can’t really KEEP it,” Deuce said. “WHAT?!” screeched Grim and Ace at the same time, looking aghast.

You winced at their volume and then answered: “Weren’t you both paying attention? Once the donated treasure in the chest is found, it’s distributed amongst the native islanders. We get a prize trophy, sure, but we can’t keep the loot itself.” “WELL, THEN WHAT’S THE POINT?!” shrieked Grim. On his part, Ace just pouted more intensely, grabbed a bottle of soda, and began chugging it down as if he were trying to drown his own aggravation. Deuce rolled his eyes and patted his friend on the shoulder. “Hey, look at this way,” he said, and smirked at Grim. “Even if you DID find it, with Ruggie, Azul, and James all in the group, do you really think you’d get any of it anyway?” Grim opened his mouth to answer…then closed it again…then shrugged. “Guess you got a point, with the first two,” he said. “Wait a minute, why are you lumping James in there?” you asked. “Psh. James is in our dorm, remember?” Deuce said, gesturing with a thumb between himself and Ace, who was still silently downing cola like his life depended on it. “After Azul and Ruggie, I think he might be the single greediest guy I’ve ever met. He’s always looking for some way to make more money, always going out with his pal to see if they can find any valuable salvage off the port, always reading books about where the different treasures of old pirates may be found on the island…if there’s anyone more interested in gold than those three, I’d like to meet ‘em.” You frowned and looked away thoughtfully. You took a sip of your own bottle of soda - tuning out the sounds of Ace chugging his down - as you reflected on this information. Suddenly, something didn’t seem right. “What’s the matter, Prefect?” asked Deuce. Meanwhile, Ace finally finished his drink, and wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve. “Grim and I met James and Smitty yesterday,” you answered. “They seemed pretty confident about getting chosen, even though Smitty said it would be random. They were also the first names that the Headmage pulled out of the hat.” “You think maybe they rigged things to get in?” Ace reasoned, sounding a bit out of breath after his long drink.. “Maybe,” you nodded. “But HOW?!” Grim exclaimed. “If it’s totally random, how’d they do that!” You winced and wrung out your ear.

“Maybe if you stopped yelling directly into my eardrums I could answer that,” you groused. “Seriously, Grim, you’ve been doing that a lot lately; I’m gonna have tinnitus by morning…” A grunt from Ace caught your attention. All three of the rest of you turned towards him as he massaged his stomach with one hand, and gave a sort of tight smirk, one eye closed. “Heh…nah,” he half-grimaced, half-grinned. “THIS is what’s gonna give you tinnitus.” So saying, he slapped his belly with both hands, and let out a rumbling, fat, wet burp, all of the carbonation he’d ingested rocketing free in a blast of foul gas. “BLLLUUURRRUUURRRLLLUUUP!” Ace sighed with deepest relief, then flashed a smug grin at the rest of you. “How are your ears NOW, Prefect?” he teased. You coughed once, your face red as a strawberry, while Deuce and Grim fanned the air before their noses. “...When I stop being deaf, I’ll answer whatever you just said,” you replied. Ace barked out a laugh in reply. It wasn’t long till all of you were giggling away. Unknown to all of you, two other Heartslabyul students happened to be passing Ramshackle Dorm at that very moment. “Yeesh,” Smitty McCarthy said, with a slight flinch, and looked up at James Killian beside him. “Well, Ace seems to be taking it pretty well…heh heh…” “Indeed,” mumbled James, with a very slight blush to his cheeks. He shook his head and swaggered on, the ferrule of his cane tapping the stone path beneath his feet. “Thank you for taking care of the choices.” “No problem, James. Soon as I told him what was in it for him, he was ready to say yes!” grinned Smitty, seeming proud to receive his fellow student’s gratitude. His smile fell soon after hower. “Um…James?” “What is it, Smitty?” “Don’t you think it’s…kinda dangerous, making that bargain? I mean…what if he causes us trouble?” “Hardly,” shrugged James. “After all, by the time he gets any sort of chance to, the deed will be done.” “Yeah, but still, tricking them all like this,” worried Smitty. “It’s not good form, you know.” “You insult me, Smitty!” huffed James. “I’ll have you know I am the PARAGON of good form!” Smitty looked dubious, but nodded anyway. “Aye, James,” he said, slowly. “I…I guess you’d have to be.” “Of course I am!” James blustered, and smirked. “Besides, it’s only bad form if you get caught.” With a laugh, Smitty slung an arm around the shorter man’s shoulders, waving his cane about over his head. “Now come, Smitty! Let us sing a shanty together; my victory is soon at hand!” Smitty giggled and grinned, nodding as he wrapped one arm around his partner in return. “Aye-Aye, Cap’n!” he cheered, and the two strolled off into the night. Their voices - especially James’ - sang joyously into the air, contrasting with the foreboding tone of the lyrics… “Sing a Yo-Ho! I’ll slaughter the swine! Yo-Ho! Must be Fate’s design! At last our tales will again intertwine! Revenge, Revenge, REVENGE is Gonna Be Mine!”

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The date of the start of the Scavenger’s Hunt had arrived. You and Grim walked side by side, towards one of the wide, sandy beaches on Sage’s Island. The beachside had been selected as the meeting place, where the teams for both Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy would see each other face to face for the first time, before the great treasure quest began. You paused to adjust the backpack on your back; while you had not actively participated in the Camp Vargas events the school regularly held, you had learned enough from watching your fellow classmates to know what sort of essentials were going to be helpful to spend the night. (One of them was quite a number of tuna cans, just to keep Grim from going stark raving mad if hunting, fishing, or foraging didn’t produce much.) You were feeling rather nervous; there would be no instructors supervising this game, you had learned. You and your fellow students would be totally on your own, and not simply having to survive one night in the woods, but also having to track down the clues to a treasure chest, AND having to deal with Royal Sword at the same time. “This is gonna be one heck of a weekend,” you sighed to yourself. “Mrmph,” grunted Grim in reply, his tone and expression clearly quite sulky. Ever since he’d learned that none of the treasure could be claimed by you all, he’d been pouting. You smiled sympathetically, and reached down to scratch behind his ears, chuckling as he soon began to purr softly. “Come on, don’t be such a grump,” you teased. “This’ll be fun! Think of it this way: if we find the treasure, then everyone will know ‘the Great Grim’ is the best treasure hunter of all, won’t they?” Grim smiled. “Well, when ya put it THAT way…” You sniggered and rolled your eyes, then tossed your head to beckon Grim to follow you, the pair of you resuming your walk. It wasn’t too long till you spotted the section of the beach where the meetup was to take place. From a distance, you could see Dire Crowley pacing back and forth; his yellow eyes shone behind his raven’s mask, as he peered at a pocket watch he held in one hand. A little closer to you were some of your teammates… “Ah, there you are, Prefect!” Azul Ashengrotto grinned, as he saw you approach. “You’re right on schedule!” “I was a little worried we’d be late,” you admitted, then nodded to the second figure, who stood a small distance away from Azul. “Good morning, Sebek.”

Sebek Zigvolt grunted. He was dressed in the long green waterproof (and other clothes) you’d seen him wear during Camp Vargas, while Azul was wearing a long, green-and-purple camouflaged, hooded trenchcoat. You recognized them as the same coat he wore during Beanfest, on the Monster team; other pieces of gear on him were similar in style…in fact, all that was really missing were the glasses, as he wore his own typical spectacles instead. “Nya! Where’d you get those?” Grim asked Azul, also noticing the outfit. Azul smiled and held his head high, clearly quite taken with his own costume. “Sam was selling off some old pieces of Beanfest gear; this set was in good condition, and I remembered rather liking how it all looked on me. Besides, one must dress appropriately when preparing to ramble in the woods,” he replied. “Awwww,” Grim whined, dipping his ears and looking up at you. “And all my Minion wore was their gym uniform!” You shrugged. “Hey, unlike Azul, I’m not made of money,” you retorted. “I had other things to worry about than looking spiffy.” “Oh, don’t be so modest, Prefect,” Azul smirked, adjusting his spectacles. “When it comes to physical labor in the forest, I’d say you look like the perfect choice.” You blinked. “...As soon as I figure out if you’re insulting me or praising me, I’ll come up with a witty reply,” you said. Azul just chuckled. You then raised an eyebrow as you looked towards Sebek. He was unusually silent, seated on a large rock near the very edge of the shore, looking out towards the horizon with a pensive scowl. His arms were crossed over his chest, his navy green eyes glittering in an icy sort of way. “You’re a lot less noisy than usual,” Grim remarked, rather rudely, then smirked, crossing his forelimbs over his fluffy chest. “Somebody steal your breakfast this morning?” Sebek just growled irritably, clenching one of his gloved hands into a fist. “Human?” he rumbled. “Would you kindly silence that overgrown hairball before I take a bite out of him?” “Sorry, Sebek,” you apologized with a mild sort of smile. “I haven’t been able to find the mute button yet.” “NYA! WHO YOU CALLIN’ AN OVERGROWN HAIRBALL?!” Grim snapped. Sebek growled again in response, this time bearing his fangs at Grim. “I’LL THANK YOU TO BE MORE CAREFUL WHEN ADDRESSING THE GUARD OF THE MIGHTY MALLEUS!” he bellowed. Grim let out an “eep!” and hid behind your leg. You couldn’t help but smirk. “There’s the Sebek I know,” you said, somewhat teasingly.

Sebek just puffed through his nostrils and turned away again. Concerned, you took a cautious step forward. “Are you alright? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you act this, um…thoughtful.” “‘Thoughtful’ isn’t the word,” Azul spoke up. “I’d say he’s more ‘sulky.’” “SULKY?!” yelled Sebek, rounding on Azul this time. “INCONCEIVABLE! The attendants of the great Malleus Draconia are far too dignified to sulk!” “Oh, really?” smirked Azul. “Then what would you call your petulant behavior when ‘the great Malleus’ wouldn’t let you sit in his lap, as I recall?” Both yourself and Grim giggled at the pinkish hue that overtook Sebek’s cheeks. “That’s…that’s different,” Zigvolt replied, feebly. Azul chuckled again, louder than before, then gave you a smile. “You’ll have to forgive him, Prefect,” he said, smoothly. “It’s my understanding that Sebek here has been acting like this practically since the team members were announced.” “Let me guess,” you smiled at Sebek, not unkindly. “Are you worried about having to leave Malleus’ side for so long?” “As a matter of fact, yes,” sniffed Sebek. “But concern for my liege and his protection are NOT the sole reason for my…absolutely-and-completely-NOT-sulky mood right now.” “He’s upset about a specific teammate of ours,” Azul explained, adjusting his own gloves. “Which one?” you asked, curiously. You soon found out. “AHOY THERE!”

All eyes turned to see two new figures coming up the beach. You immediately recognized them as James Killian and Smitty McCarthy. The Heartslabyul duo were no longer in uniform; the hunt allowed participants to wear any choice of clothes they wished. For Smitty’s case, his ensemble still included his square-lensed glasses and red cap, but he also wore blue jeans and brown leather shoes. His top consisted of a blue-and-white striped shirt, which seemed to fit him a bit too small, exposing part of his plump, round tummy, and an olive green seaman’s jacket. It was James, however, who most assuredly stole the spotlight. You could have spotted his ensemble from a mile away: he still wore the black boots, purple bandana, and assortment of rings upon his fingers, and still carried his gold-topped cane. His legs were shrouded by maroon britches, which were held up by a black leather belt with a golden buckle, shaped in the image of a skull and crossbones. A somewhat loose-fitting white shirt was visible above this, with sleeves that ended in foppish frills; the shirt’s top couple buttons were undone, giving you a good view of the upper portion of his athletic-looking chest. However, beyond even this show of “eye candy,” the most attractive feature - certainly the one that drew the most attention - was James Killian’s coat. It was a long piece, somewhat similar in fashion to a morning coat, but with a high, stiff collar. The garment was colored a vibrant shade of crimson, with black shoulder pads and lapels, and gold thread lining on the aforementioned collar. The inside of the coat was lined with pale purple. It was a bold and flashy sort of outfit, on the whole, and on many people it would probably look rather gaudy…yet James wore it with such confidence, and held such pride as he sauntered along the beach, twirling his stick like an aristocrat out on a stroll, that he somehow made the whole thing look exquisite. “Sorry we’re a bit late!” Smitty apologized as he scampered over. “We were just-OOF!” Smitty tripped on something in the sand and flopped face down onto the beach. James paused as he came up behind his friend. He blinked down at him boredly, then poked Smitty’s backside with his cane. “Get up, you idiot,” he droned, dully. Smitty immediately hopped up, like a bouncy ball, and dusted himself off. “Aye-aye, James. Sorry!” he peeped, with an apologetic smile. James just smirked and rolled his eyes in amusement, before stepping towards you. “Good morning to you, Prefect!” he greeted warmly. “And the same to you, Grim!”

The two of you nodded back in greeting, then looked towards Smitty. He gave you both a wave, fiddling with his hat in a shy way, clearly embarrassed after his clumsy tumble. “I’m glad you both could make it,” you smiled, looking at Smitty when you spoke. The words seemed to make him feel a bit better, as he visibly perked up, blue-green eyes dancing behind his glasses. “It’s good to see you again, James!” Azul spoke up, smiling broadly as he approached the red-dressed swordsman, holding out one gloved hand. “Is all well?” “All is very well!” James practically sang back, and shook Azul’s right hand with his left. “And I must say, I was quite pleased to see you as part of this team! I dare say we’ll make quite the magnificent crew!” “Oh, I haven’t any doubt,” said Azul, and noticeably tightened his grip as he leaned in close. “I presume we shall prove mutually beneficial to each other, in finding the treasure.” James’ expression matched Azul’s as he squeezed back. “Oh, most assuredly,” he slithered out. “After all, we can’t allow it to fall into…unworthy hands, can we?” “That depends on your definition,” replied Azul, quite honestly. “I’d say helping our neighbors here on the island is a most worthy cause.” “Because it puts them in your debt?” you couldn’t help but drawl. “Why, Prefect! WhatEVER gave you SUCH an idea!” Azul gasped, as if insulted. You and Grim shared a look. James just narrowed his eyes slightly. “It’s not the islanders I’m referring to,” was all he said. A clearing of the throat finally indicated Sebek’s presence to James. He looked towards the half-fairy…and his beaming expression immediately shifted to a sour sort of look. “Oh,” he muttered. “Crocodile.” “Human.”

“Suddenly, my excitement for this event has significantly dwindled,” huffed James, straightening his back as he held his cane before him, and lifted his head high in an imperious fashion. “Shouldn’t you be glutting yourself on some old, rotten fish or something about now, you cursed beast?” Sebek’s eyes narrowed, and he rose up from where he sat. He towered over James with his own great height as he strode close, glaring down at the far less impressively tall person. “I can think of a few things better to eat,” Sebek answered, ominously. James held his ground, but once more you noticed his cheeks becoming flushed. Sebek seemed to notice as well. “Oh, I would be very nervous if I were you,” he said, indicating said blush. “I’m going to ensure this game goes well for the Honor of the Great Malleus Draconia! If your arrogance causes any trouble, I’LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE!” “Trust me, I would love to see you try,” drawled James, in a tone that you weren’t entirely sure sounded all that sarcastic. “And if you want to talk arrogance, I recommend looking in the water. Your reflection and yourself shall have much to discuss.” Sebek glared and lifted a finger, opening his mouth as if to shout something else…but Smitty suddenly slipped in to stand between the two, looking up at Sebek with a soothing sort of expression. “Hey…l-listen, can’t we just…save these arguments for later?” he asked, with a nervous little laugh. “I mean…we all have to work together, don’t we?” Sebek glared…but grumbled out something in the affirmative and sat back down on his stone. Now there could be no doubt: he was DEFINITELY sulking. “Well, anyway,” you piped up, wanting to change the subject. “That seems to be everybody but Ruggie.” “Nya…where is he, anyway?” Grim wondered, looking around as if trying to spot him. “It’s not like him to be late.” “I was wondering the same thing,” Azul nodded in agreement, and looked at the Heartslabyul pair. “I don’t suppose you have any idea, James?” “Hardly,” James answered, shaking his head. “I am not Savanaclaw’s keeper, after all. What that hyena gets up to is hardly my business.” “Especially since he’s always talking about how James would probably taste like-YIPE!” Smitty’s words were cut off by James flipping his hat over his eyes. As he struggled to remove it, the taller fellow went on… “My point is, your guess is as good as mine,” James said, oh-so-innocently. Azul smirked in a knowing sort of fashion.

“Indeed,” he said, softly, then placed his hands on his hips, still smirking. “For the record, you know, whatever Ruggie thinks you’d taste like…he’s probably correct. For I doubt it could be anything bad.” James narrowed his eyes, face still faintly tinted red, but said nothing. You and Grim once again shared a look, this time of slight confusion. “I’ll speak with the Headmage briefly,” Azul said. “After all, as the upperclassman of this group, I have automatic seniority as captain.” “Aye, Cap’n,” Smitty said, saluting Azul. James bowed his head respectfully in agreement, but you caught a hint of envious green in his eyes. Azul bowed his head right back, and wandered over to speak to Crowley, who was still pacing a couple yards away. “I get the feeling you two know each other,” you spoke up, waving a hand between James and the retreating Azul indicatively. “Ah, yes!” James grinned, with boyish delight. “Azul and I have been lab partners a couple of times, you see. I’ve also offered my assistance occasionally at his Lounge…naturally, for a fee. I daresay the two of us are on quite amicable terms!” “Well, that’s always good to hear,” you smiled. “It’s great to have friends who have more experience than you.” James’ smile faltered. Something flickered in his brown eyes, like sparks flying off of copper coins. “Experience you are correct about,” James replied. “But I hesitate to call us friends.” You smiled in a weary sort of way. Of course. This was common across Night Raven. “It’s not a weakness to enjoy friendship,” you said, simply. “Trust me, at some point or another, everyone here has felt that way.” James looked you up and down and then turned away. “A thousand pardons, my dear Prefect, but you misunderstand my belief,” he said, very calmly, “Friendship is not a weakness. It is worse than that. It is an illusion.” You felt your eyes widen. That was a new perspective. Your eyes suddenly felt drawn to Smitty, who was standing beside James, on the opposite side of him from you. You saw the little man wince, but he said nothing, quietly looking askance with sorrow in his large teal eyes. You were about to speak up against this idea, but before you could, Azul returned. Behind him, you could see Crowley tapping his watch and scowling, as if he were worried about it running properly. “Alright!” Azul announced boldly, clapping his hands together to get everybody’s attention. “It appears Ruggie will not be joining us for this hunt.” “WHAT?!” Sebek suddenly shouted. “How dare that hyena shirk his duties?! SUCH BEHAVIOR IS MOST UNBECOMING!” All of you flinched at Sebek’s volume before Azul took a deep breath and spoke again. “He is not ‘shirking his duties,’ Sebek,” he correctly, very patiently. “He is sick.”

“Oh, dear,” you heard Smitty murmur. “What’s the matter with him?” you asked, concernedly. “Some sort of stomach virus, possibly food poisoning,” replied Azul. “He should recover in a day or two; my guess is he ate something that didn’t quite agree with him.” You sighed. Yeah. That sounded about right, considering Ruggie would eat just about anything (and anyone) that wasn’t too expired. “At any rate,” Azul went on, adjusting his glasses. “A new student from the same dorm has been selected to take part. Things are running very last minute, however, hence why they’re running a bit late.” “Not as late as Royal Sword,” huffed Grim, noticing then and there that you and your Night Raven colleagues were the only ones on the beach at that moment. “Jeeze, what’s keepin’ those goody-two-shoes, anyway?” “Typical,” huffed Sebek, snootily. “Trust them to have no regard for the importance of punctuality. Not that a certain human here was any better…” “Oi!” snapped James, crossly. “I’ll have you know, I’m only fashionably late!” “There is nothing fashionable about tardiness!” Sebek rapped back. “SHOW SOME RESPECT FOR OTHERS’ TIME!” “Perhaps after YOU show respect to ME, for a change!” “HA! A loudmouthed human like yourself is hardly worthy of anything resembling respect!” “Pot to the kettle, YOU OVERGROWN LIZARD!” The two were soon bickering hotly. Grim hissed and covered his ears. You awkwardly turned to Azul, who was pinching his brow in frustration. “So, uh…I’m guessing you and James aren’t the only ones with history, huh?” “Picked up on that, did you?” Azul smiled, in a sarcastic sort of way, then sighed and shook his head. “To tell you the truth, I don’t know the story behind these two. All I know is that any time they meet, in any capacity, sparks fly.” You nodded. That much was evident. “H-Hey, that’s enough!” Smitty’s voice suddenly called out, and he stepped once more between Sebek and James, throwing out his arms as if to protect the taller student. “I-If you can’t stop yelling at James, then don’t say anything at all!” “Me?! Yelling at him?!” boomed Sebek, infuriated. “And what about-?!” “ENOUGH!” An uncharacteristic shout from Dire Crowley silenced all of you, and made you jump. The Headmage shook his head, clearly annoyed, and grumbled as he shook his watch and held it up to his ear. “The time MUST be correct, I CAN’T be mistaken!” you heard him mutter to himself. “That careless lout, Ambrose…!” James and Sebek shot one another a glare, then finally turned away from one another. Arms crossed, like a pair of pouting schoolboys. A moment later, however, their cross expressions faltered, eyes opening as they heard a sibilant snicker echo across the beach. “Sss-sss-sss-sss! Well…if these are the ones I’m gonna be sssleeping with, one way or another, I mussst be in for a fun time, huh?” Swaggering along the shore came Nakoda Spivak.

To Be Continued in Part 2…

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Sābon's Champions: Whiteblack Beastmen

Thryrr Ashmaw

Thryrr is a Bray, that lowest rung in the brutal hierarchy of the Beastmen. It was exactly this fact, and the harsh life that came along with it, that saw Ashmaw defecting from his heard and taking not a few of the Ungor and his fellow Brays along with him. Not just leaving, Thryrr spits upon the very name of the gods and the existence that he feels they have cursed him with. Thusly, he turns to Malal's side.

Normally, a Brayherd would not notice a ungor or two breaking off from the pack, but a split this size was a different story. Since Ungors and Brays are the weapon and armor makers in most Warherds, this treachery was not going to be tolerated.

But the reprisal was not as easy as the Beastlord expected. He never considers the lesser-beasts might stand their ground and all the war parties he sends into the deep forests to bring the defectives back to be tortured, beaten, and sacrificed never return. When he goes himself, he finds out why: using their stealth and their skill with bow and arrow, Thryrr leads his rebels against their persuers in devastating guerilla warfare.

Thryrr himself faces down the enraged Beastlord and manages to secure a close victory through the use of poisoned arrows and his rusty spear. He dances out of the way of Beastlord's heavy axe, waiting until the toxins slow and finally weaken him enough for the kill. Then, he plunges his dagger into his former leader's chest and rips his heart out for the glory of Malal.

It is this act that sees him blessed, his sooty brown fur regrowing as black and white. His renown sees him coming into service of the Greater Daemon Sābon, whom he sees as a holy spawn of the Malignant Lord. If she wished it, he would follow her unto death.

Kruall the Blessed

Kruall's fortunes were many, as far as Ungors went. He was born larger, stronger, and more clever than his kin and when he reached maturity, even his horns were noteworthy. Kruall was one of the few half-horns born among the Ungor ranks; respected (and envied) among his kin and no so often targeted by the true-gors of his herd. During the raucous feasting and celebration following a successful raid or the simple coming of the full Chaos Moon, beastwomen even deign to share his company from time to time.

But Kruall desires more, as all creatures of Chaos do. However, his station as an Ungor, even a fairly powerful one, limits what he can attain in reality. How cruel is it! For the gods to make him so like the perfect Gors and Wargors that swagger about the Brayherd, granted the the best armor, weapons, and chosen first by the females of the herd...yet, he is not one of them? No matter how he bullies the other Ungors or pushes his suite with his betters.

Though amused, not all Gors handle his challenges in good grace, and one seeks to soundly put Kruall in his place: at the bottom of the hierarchy. The battle is one-sided and Kruall's loss is humiliating, punctuated by the winner urinating on him to show his dominance.

It's the last straw for Kruall, unwilling to show his face to the lesser ungors not face the grinning maws of his betters. He deserts the Brayherd and when fervent prayers to the gods result in nothing, he deserts them too... Where he once reserved his hatred for men and their makings, Kruall feels that same black hatred aimed at his kin.

And hears the first whisperings of Malal in his ears...

[konakoro]

Always hated in cartoons amd movies and games where a species of beastmen or aliens are introduced, and the males have cool animalistic and monstrous designs and actually look like, y'know, BEASTS, whereas the females just look like human women with cat ears or blue skin or something.

Even as a kid I felt ripped off. Stop being horny and draw the monster lady with a beastly face and proportions like the dudes have you coward

[neoninky]

Everyone shut up and look at my new icon!

I am so happy with my new emblem!! Done by the wonderful artist @badmanberetta 🐇🖋️ Definitely check him out and follow him for amazing art if you’re not already! Thank you so much for my inky bunny mascot, friend!

And speaking of rabbits:

Lemme introduce y’all to my Inkysona…s yes plural lol.

First is female anthro bun Inky who is pretty much just my mascot as of now. I do plan on getting into digital art soon but for now, I’m still old skool 👍✨

She is a lil Lion Head-Lop chubby bunny who loves her headphones and her hoodies as much as she loves food 😂 Don’t let the grumpy face fool you, she’s very warm n cuddly 💜

And Inky is also the nickname of my TWST boisona (sticking with a male character cuz NRC is a boy school traditionally also cuz I wanna). His design is inspired by this picrew:

Meet Lawrence "Inky" Inkwell

Age: 18 Race: Rabbit Beastman (Mini Rex Rabbit breed) Grade/Class: Junior, 3-C No. 11 Birthdate: April 13th (Aries) Best Subject: Defense Magic Dominant Hand: Left Height: 172 cm (5'6 1/2-ish) Dorm: Ignihyde

His country accent and soft hair/fur can be quite disarming to the other students (especially his own dormmates that don't touch grass nearly enough) but overall, Inky is a pretty chill beastman...until he feels cornered and/or threatened. Anyone who thinks he's an easy target is in danger of getting sucker punched by his unique magic or getting ripped into by his sharp bite. Being sorted into Ignihyde seemed to be a mistake to everyone who heard about it, but Inky loves puzzles, videogames, and tinkering with technology. Club: Mountain Lover's Club - In spite of Jade Leech's peculiar and often feared nature, Inky enjoys this club because it gives him the rare opportunity to be in nature which his ironic dorm placement doesn't allow often. He enjoys the woods and helping Jade identify different plants. Jade in turn appreciates Inky's homegrown expertise and readily soaks up any information he can about plant care and use. Homeland: Burrowvelt; a small town in the Shaftlands that is very similar to its western neighbor, Harveston. It's on the other side of the mountains to the North East and hosts a more forested/valley terrain, but like Epel's hometown, Burrowvelt is known for its agriculture and rural atmosphere. Instead of apples, Burrowvelt is known for its prominent berry crops. The blueberries are Inky's favorite. Unique Magic: "Thunder Thump" - he can knock down an opponent or obstacle by sending a magical shockwave through the ground with a hard stomp. If he were to hit his target directly with his feet, the shockwave would send it/them flying. Likes: Burrowing for comfort (under blankets, in nooks, pillow forts, etc.), greens and fruit, videogames, music, and puzzles. Dislikes: Loud, excessive noise. Dogs. Large predator beastmen. Being interrupted during a project or a nap. Being cornered. Having his ears or tail touched without his permission. Nicknames: Inky (Most common), Sea Bunny (Floyd), Bunny Bumpkin (Earned as a freshman and he just rolled with it)

Relationships: Vil Schoenheit; Classmate, they don't really know each other well outside of class but they don't really bother each other either. Inky does like Vil's and Vil's father's films though. Epel Felmier; Looks up to Inky because he freely expresses himself and doesn't hide his roots like Epel has to. Rook Hunt; Inky does not enjoy being chased by him as it triggers his fight or flight instinct and usually tries to avoid him. Jade and Floyd Leech; Inky is one of the few students that isn't bothered or intimidated by Jade or Floyd, but he knows not to get on their bad side either. He enjoys going to the Mostro Lounge and his club activities. Floyd does like to play with his ears but he's learned to just roll with it. Plus it usually calms Floyd down which Azul will gladly reward Inky for. Idia and Ortho Shroud: Inky likes to play games with Ortho and the other members of their dorm. He'd like to play a game against Idia as well but Idia keeps to himself more often than not. Since he likes to go outside, Inky often goes with Ortho around campus to run errands for the dorm.

Tagging: @honey-milk-depresso @nuitthegoddess @iscarlettappel

@foxwitchaine @1ndigowitch @aiimee9 @wysteriadelights @victoria1676

[4e7her]

oc introduction - twisted wonderland:

(there's images of him at the bottom - one from this picrew, the rest from me)

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yuujirou osaki - libra - he / him - hybrid

19 years old, it's not entirely known how yuujirou got to twisted wonderland, but he's pretty sure it has something to do with the wolves that ripped him apart. it's all he remembers before seeing a mirror and waking up in a coffin, after all.

yuuji is 5'9" (175cm) with an athletic build that isn't immediately noticeable. he has black hair and black eyes with pale, unmarred skin. he's a jaguar hybrid, which is similar to beastmen but with some key differences.

he possesses ears and a tail like a black panther, with enhanced senses more comparable to a fae than a beastman. he also has naturally sharpened nails and teeth, and a slightly rough tongue. he has the ability to go into rages, similar to overblots, but tries to avoid those as much as possible as he has very little control when he does.

yuujirou's usually wears dark colors, and if he has to chose a color other than black and white, he usually goes to purple. when not in nrc's uniform, he tends to stray towards loungewear, but he's happy as long as he can move properly and nothing is touching his neck. he's very protective of grim, and has quite a cold demeanor. his way of speaking is usually a bit overly formal.

in his home world, hybrids were seen as signs of the devil despite being man-made. he grew up in a lab with his mother, escaping around age eight with her sacrifice, staying on his own until age twelve when he collapses and one ayame miura finds him. he protects their village when she takes him in, but is majorly looked down on, and soon enough his loyalty is what gets him stuck in twisted wonderland.

yuujirou's love interests are: riddle, leona, ruggie, azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, and malleus. you can read his fic here (quotev) or here (ao3).

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[ssrleona]

desiderium

pairing: leona kingscholar x gn!reader / leona kingscholar & ruggie bucchi

warnings: light swearing, somewhat suggestive near the end but nothing explicit

words: 2.6k

s: your relationship with leona seen through the lens of his beloved (derogatory) peers  pt.1/?

I. RUGGIE

He doesn’t think much of it at first.

Ruggie Bucchi is a busy hyena. Time is money. And when you’re short on time, you’re short on money.

And he always seems to be short on time.

Magic History starts in five minutes, but with Professor Crewel cornering him in the hall to grill him on Leona’s attendance, he has no choice but to scour school grounds for the lazy bastard or face the fanatical professor’s wrath.

He can’t find the guy at any of his usual haunts. And as Ruggie’s about to call it quits , a voice, deep and thick with sleep, thrums through the emptying hall. He turns the corner, ready to rip him a new one, but instead of Leona it’s you. You're facing the other direction, eyes fierce as you strain to tug at something behind you.

“I don’t care if you sleep the whole time as long as you show up-!” You're thrown off balance, and just as Ruggie’s sure you’ll hit the floor and eat shit, a pair of arms finds its way around your waist. Out comes Leona, brows furrowed as he looks down on you.

Now, beastmen are easy reads. Ruggie’s glad that Savanaclaw is practically made up of them because, with just a couple tells, you practically know what’s going through their head.

It’s obvious Leona is annoyed. He could see it through the agitated twitch of his ears, his tail flitting back and forth in warning. That’s not what throws him off.

It’s his eyes. Usually set in an all encompassing scowl, are directed at you with a liquid quality he’s never seen or associated with the lion before. Its verdant color is warm with mirth, and the softness makes him look more his age, more juvenile and less of the underhanded schemer he knows him to be.

But as fast as the moment comes, it leaves. Leona looks up and finds Ruggie gawking at the two of you, scoffing. “ What? You came to nag at me too?”

You’re quick to greet him and wave as you leave Leona’s hold. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he gets to class.”

“Not if you’re stumbling like a newborn cub.”

An exasperated sigh leaves him. Ruggie has half a mind to gripe at him for all his troubles, but the late bell rings and he’s quick to leave you both to your own devices, earlier events leaving his mind.

Then it happens again.

___

“Here’s what you asked for Leona.” Ruggie calls out

He makes his way through the botanical garden, tall grass and arching flowers brushing his arms as he passes. He scans the area. There’s a rustle, quiet laughter and-

Leona’s face is mere millimeters away from yours. Mouth menacing and fangs sharp.

He panics. Drops the lunch in his arms and rushes towards you. He doesn’t understand how you, the goody-two shoe prefect, got Leona’s hackles to rise so much he’d resort to tearing you in two. And after the interdorm tournament the last thing the dorm needs is a murder charge from the freaking housewarden.

He’s swift as he parts the grass, ready to pounce on Leona with all the strength he could muster..only to find you not screaming in horror, but searching your lunch for another slice of chicken as Leona lazes on your lap.

He’s speechless. It’s so ridiculous, Ruggie can’t help but laugh.

Leona’s the first to speak up. “Where’s my lunch?”

He ignores him, turning to you with an incredulous tone. His voice comes out raspy and hoarse, and it only just sinks in that he sprinted across the gardens for

For what exactly? What the hell is he looking at?

“What are you doing?”

“Just sitting,” you point to the lunch box in your hands. “And eating. Are you okay? You look out of breath.”

“Are you okay? What are you doing here?” He reiterates. This feels wrong somehow, for the both of you to be so close with a languid air around you. Ruggie can taste the answer on the tip of his tongue, but this is the one thing he does not want to swallow.

Leona interrupts before you respond.

His eyes narrow. “My lunch.”

Oh. Right.

There is a menchi katsu sandwich hiddened in the grass somewhere, but Ruggie doubts Leona would take a liking to eating that.

For once he leaves without a sound. And for some reason he feels embarrassed.

___

Saturdays are cleaning days.

It’s easier that way, most students are tucked away in their rooms, giving Ruggie ample time to spray, scrub, and buff his way through the dorm. And if he starts early enough he can use the rest of the afternoon soaking up the rays from the sun just as it hits its peak.

It's the little things that matter most sometimes.

Leona is dozing on his bed as he fetches the laundry basket. It’s full to the brim, so he’ll probably need to fit it into two loads instead ( maybe even sneak his clothes into the mix). He goes to grab the detergent from its usual spot, but

“Leona, you’re out of detergent.”

He snores.

It’s not like he isn’t used to this routine. He goes to the nightstand, makes a mental note to check the price of a stray ring, and opens it.

It’s not there.

Ruggie goes to his desk instead, sorts through the mess of his drawers, yet still can’t find the offending item.

“Where’d you put your wallet?”

Leona yawns, deigning to crack an eye open. “It’s where it’s always been.”

He looks through the bookshelf and sighs. “No, it’s not,” then searches under the bed to make sure it didn’t fall in the pigsty that’s Leona’s room. All he finds is more laundry. “I told you not to leave it out willy-nilly!”

It’s silent as the bed shifts. He assumes Leona’s fallen asleep.

Then he mutters your name.

“What?”

“They had my wallet last.”

…

“What?”

“Are you deaf?” He says tightly. “I gave ‘em my wallet.”

Ruggie jumps, hitting his head on the bedframe and curses. “Your wallet?! You gave them your wallet! The thing that has a billion thaumarks in it?!” Leona doesn’t even blink, staring at Ruggie with passive indifference.

As if he didn’t possibly just throw hundreds of thaumarks away. Ruggie almost weeps at the thought.

“Yeah.” Is all he says, nonplussed and it grates at him, fur standing on end as he holds back the urge to rip his hair out. Ruggie doesn’t care what the prince does with his money, but a part of him wishes he could be so nonchalant about it, hand it off like no big deal, assured by the fact that there’ll always be more. He seethes at the thought.

“Why?” He all but shouts.

Leona’s ears twitch at the noise and the usual growl for him to shut his trap doesn't follow. He’s gauging his reaction with the same carnivorous glint a predator would a prey, tail lofted in the air.

“Ramshackle needed new repairs. Said Crowley wasn’t gonna cough up the funds.” Ruggie makes a face.

“So they asked you.”

“No, I gave it to them,” Leona scoffs. “ Are you even listening?”

He stares at Leona as if the lion grew two heads. Which, honestly, Ruggie would prefer over this. He can’t wrap his head around it–why Leona, the selfish bastard who always had an endless barrage of taunts and goads to the resident magicless prefect, would offer any help to them without gaining something in return. And the familiar feeling comes crawling down his back. An age old line has been crossed, and Ruggie is watching the transgressions unfold.

He crosses his arms over his chest incredulously. “When did you start caring about what happens to them?”

He doesn’t reply, holding his gaze as he sits up in bed, deep in thought. The silence makes Ruggie antsy because, for once, he doesn’t know what Leona is thinking. He just looks on with the same stoic stare that didn’t give anything away.

He’s growing inpatient.

“Leona?” He presses. “Why do you care?”

“We’re courting. Isn't that what you’re supposed to do?” His voice is deep, and the words come off less as a comment and more of a declaration of war. Like he wants Ruggie to put up a fight just so he’d have an excuse to bark back at him. But the hyena is lost for words, because how do you react to such an affectionate phrase coming out of a mouth of sharp edges.

It starts to make sense; the sideway glances in the halls, frequent lunches at the cafeteria, naps he’d take right outside Ramshackles door step, the closeness, the smirks, the looks–Leona had all the tellings of a needy love sick fool.

But it’s Leona this is coming from. The same guy who sent hundreds of students to the infirmary just for a chance at victory. The same guy that loathes his place at second, yet still arrogant enough to believe  to be above the rest.

And then there’s you. Ruggie would admit you’re sharper than you look, and sometimes you act with the same insatiable desire to prevail over others that colors the student body, but it’s you. The magicless human who stumbled upon their world by accident, quick to lend a helping hand and naive to the beasts that lurk on every corner.

And there’s Leona. Quick to use anyone to gain the upperhand.

The words leave him before he can second guess it.

“Are you using them?”

“What?” He stands at attention, growling at him. If Ruggie was anyone else he might have felt threatened.

“Is there some scheme you’re cookin’ up that you forgot to tell me about?” Ruggie draws out. “ Maybe the interdorm for next year?”

Leona sneers. “You really think that lowly of me that I’d resort to that.”

He blinks.

“Well I doubt you’re the romantic type.”

“I’m not”

His eyes narrow. They aren’t getting anywhere with this back and forth, but Ruggie can’t find it within himself to stop pushing. He’s not used to this. Ever since he enrolled at Night Raven College he and Leona have been on the same wavelength. It’s odd to be left in the dark like this, pinpricks at his skin like fleas. Ruggie wants to rebalance the order between them before Leona gets sick of it and shuts him off for good.

He bristles. “ I don’t get it. Why them?”

He expects the habitual simper of annoyance, but Leona’s voice takes an odd quality, weirdly gentle, and Ruggies ears perk up at the sound.

“Why not?”  Leona’s tail thumps on the bed, a low rhythmic sound that echoes in the large room, and he sees it.

The restless swing of his tail. The uneasy flick of his ears. The hunch of his shoulder and the testing smolder, totally out of its element and ready to pounce at the first sign of danger.

Is he..embarrassed?

He recoils at the thought. Ruggie’s decided he’s seen enough for today. There are some things he’s better off not knowing.

He gives a sideways glance to the windows, the sun’s already losing its luster. He’s behind on his chores but if he picks it up now he’ll be done by dinner. He can still feel Leona eyeing him.

Ruggie moves to lift the basket, grabbing the discarded clothes along the way, and sighs, drawn out and tired. The whole conversation was pointless and left the both of them unsatisfied with the result. He still doesn’t have any money for the laundry, either.

“Whatever makes you happy, Leona.” He chides, mocking in his tone. “ I can’t control what you do.”

And the lion falls into step with ease, laying back in his bed, like the conversation never even happened.

Leona smirks, reaches for something behind his pillow.

“Missed a spot.”

And a gym shirt finds its way across his face.

Yeah, Ruggie thinks, nothing has changed at all.

___

His day starts as it usually does, with sleep muddled eyes and a stifled yawn. Ruggie always wakes at the break of dawn, when the blanket of indigo that makes up the night starts to fall away, giving way to light ambers and deep corals. There are few things that remind him of home in a snotty school like Night Raven College, but the dawns and sunsets at Savanaclaw are almost identical to the ones he’d peer to in the slums of the Afterglow Savannah.

He takes a glance at the window.

The sun is already halfway through the sky, swirling in melted pinks and blues.

His brows furrow, and takes a look at the clock.

He’s late.

Ruggie tumbles out the bed, almost tripping on the bed sheets. It’d be one thing if  he only had to worry over his attendance alone. But if Ruggie’s late, that means Leona hasn’t even woken up yet.

In a panic he haphazardly makes his way to the housewarden suite, not mindful of the other students still in their rooms, and rushes the door only to freeze in the doorway.

You’re buttoning the vest of an oddly cognizant Leona, practically pulled in his lap with his hands possessive around your waist, soft tufts of his tail wrapped around your ankle. He watches you as each nimble finger works its way around the fabric, pausing to glance at him with each one you finish until Leona rolls his eyes, taking your hands in his and completing the last one.

You say something to him then, eyes mischievous and voice quiet for his ears alone and Leona perks up. The smug smirk he knows to color his face is present, but in the soft glow of the morning sun it looks quieted. Somehow the jagged bends and rough edges that make up the beastman is malleable in your hands, yet still retain their edge without cutting your fingers and

Oh

That familiar glint takes home in Leona’s gaze again. Longing pooling in his eyes as he takes hold of you, pulls you closer until your faces meet. The pressure of the kiss has you leaning back, grappling at him to anchor you as your hands slide into his mane and tug. Coy smile meeting his scowl, and you point to his braids, messy with sleep, before you go to fix them. Leona watches you the whole time with interest, as if your movements were the only thing that matters.

Ruggie can finally place a name to the glances shared between the both of you, see the tells as clear as day.

Longing

He thinks of Leona’s words from the other day, and can’t find a reason to deny the both of you.

This is not something he should bear witness to, for his eyes to see the space between lovers so closely . And all at once, Ruggie feels

…

Sick! He wants to vomit!

He slams the door, quick to run from the hall and leave through the mirror before anyone even notices he’s gone.

Leona’s oddly in a good mood and Ruggie can’t look either of you in the eye for the rest of the day without wanting to laugh into hysterics, or cringe until he’s turning blue.

He takes up extra jobs at Sam’s Shop. He can stand to be a little busier. By the looks of it, you have it handled anyways.

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[writer-akihiko]

Hello! Can I ask a headcanon between dorm leaders with S/o that somehow getting hypnotized by their stalker (ex: like the sea witch hypnotize prince erik). I want to see how they gonna save her. Thank you~ Have a nice day/night!

Dorm Leaders + Hypnotised!MC

I took inspo from your sea witch and Prince Erik example, so there's the notion of a marriage proposal between you and the dorm leader

Warning: Yandere tones, Poisoning, Mentions of Torture but not explicit

One day, on the day of your awaited date, your lover stood there and wondered why you were late. He had prepared everything for this day because today, he held a box containing a singular ring, as you had described it as the way most people in your world proposed marriage.

What he didn't expect was for his lover to look at him with utter fear as he opened your room door...

Malleus Draconia

He didn't comprehend that you were hypnotised, since he was focused on the fact that you were crying at him in fear, muttering about a monster arriving

He doesn't know what to do, he gets on his knees, begging you to look at him

He's quick to get angry at your reluctance, forcing you to look up at him

It was then he noticed a difference of your eye colour. It was a shade duller than its original colour... Which he gathered were traces of hypnotism magic

His anger vanished, reserving it for the caster of the spell

It didn't take him long to dissipate the magic. He was a powerful magician after all

However, his methods rendered you tired and sleepy. He caught you, holding your much smaller body against his own as his eyes softened at your sleeping form

"Lilia, call for Vice Dorm Leader Viper," He said, cradling you against his chest. He pressed his lips on your forehead, wishing well dreams to you. "The caster is one of his students. No doubt, the caster learned from Viper to get to YN..."

"Bring him to me alive. He'll burn for his crimes."

Riddle Rosehearts

He's immediately angry at the situation, which doesn't help your fear

Trey snaps him out of his rage, but it was futile once you yelled "Stay away from me!" To Riddle. He'd be lying if his heart didn't break a little

You were in hysterics, and Riddle had no choice but to use his magic on you. Even if wasn't sealing away any magic, it would restrain you enough for him to inspect you

Riddle's magic prowess wasn't enough to identify the exact magic, but he told Trey to take notes of anyone could use controlling magic

Seeing that you weren't hostile around Ace and Deuce, you were left in their care

On the other hand... Cater and Trey found the caster. With Riddle's unique magic, it broke the spell

Riddle was more than angry at the caster, but your safety was first. He had to deal with the caster in a more... secretive way

"YN, oh YN..." He held you close, although he kept you in the hug since he didn't want you to see his tears. "You're back..."

"The person who did this to you will face punishment for breaking my rules..."

Kalim Al-Asim

He panics at first, but then he turns to Jamil, begging him to take a look at you since something was clearly wrong with you

When you called him scary and a monster, he was in denial, muttering about how you were sick, and just needed rest

He wasn't rational about it, trying to figure out why you were sick through normal medicine but it wasn't working

He was desperate, causing you to run away from him. Under your hypnotism, you ended up in the arms of your stalker

Jamil was quick to report your disappearance, and Kalim did not wait for a single second to rescue you

Kalim's connections made it easy to find a person that was able to undo the spell on you, although you had to undergo intense recovery as well

Kalim rubbed your tired hand, marvelling at the fact that you accepted his proposal. It was a desperate one, not as he imagined but happy tears fell at your sentiment. "YN... you don't have to apologise for the mean things you said. I know it's not you..."

"The culprit will be punished severely! He harmed the future bride of the Al-Asim family after all!"

Azul Ashengrotto

He knew it was the influence of magic when Jade reported the oddity to him. He knew, and yet...

It hurt. It hurt when you said those hurtful words to him. In his heart, he forgave you but he was focused on saving his future wife

Times like this, he was glad he chose to invest in those magical orbs that spied on you in secret

Floyd was a winning key. The caster was no match for him, although Floyd had to be lightly told off to not immediately kill on-site

Once the caster was brought, it was a matter of getting the teachers to remove the spell. Azul, for as much as he wanted to do it himself, wanted you to be safe. It was better to be safe than sorry

Oh, the joy he had having to punish the caster since the student was also part of the Octavinelle dorm...

You were well-rested, although you were still comforting your soon-to-be husband Azul as he still cries over your well-being. "YN... You're safe and that's all that matters..."

"That student is already suffering at the hands of the twins anyway... So don't concern yourself with him."

Idia Shroud

Initially, Idia thought you stood him up. If it weren't for Ortho, he wouldn't have searched for you

He wished he didn't, because the words you said stung. He kept his tears in though. It wasn't your fault nor the right time

He knew what was going on. He didn't have the latest technology spying on you for nothing

He had ignored those devices since he was so nervous about his proposal, but he wished he hadn't

Even though Idia wasn't the strongest magic user, he knew his way around magicians, particularly his influence around the other stronger students like Malleus

The spell was removed, and you were safe. Idia ignored any further punishments to the caster, since it was a later problem...

Idia held his breath as you got up, steadying yourself from your recovery. "YN... I'm sorry that I wasn't fast enough... Thank you for trusting me..."

"Oh? The caster? He's burning in the River Styx. Where people like him belong..."

Leona Kingscholar

He never planned this to happen! The one thing he puts effort into and it's ruined by some lowlife!

He doesn't care about the insults you say. It filters out. He's used to it. Somehow... your insults linger a little longer than the ones from others...

He doesn't deal with you. He needs to find the person who did this and he needs to find them NOW

If it means turning them to sand, so be it. He wanted you back, no. He needed you back

With Jack's sense of smell, it doesn't take long for him to command the entire beastmen gang under him to find the caster

The caster ends up in his claws, primed for him to rip him to shreds... The spell reversal was quick, and Leona held you close to him. It was tempting to slip the ring he got onto your finger...

He kept the ring next to you, as well as a photo of you both. Once you woke up, he'd say all he meant to say that night. "YN... I'm gonna have to leave your side for a while."

"There's prey I have to hunt."

Vil Schoenheit

He felt like screaming and pulling his hair out when he found you in such a state. No... No, he, as a queen, must keep his composure

He turned away before any of those hurtful words reached his ears. He couldn't bear it if he heard such things from you

He called for Rook immediately, trusting his abilities to trace back your doings before the spell took place

Vil, on the other hand, took up his magic pen to conjure up a poison much more lethal than the one he submitted to become the dorm leader...

Epel, he had to admit, had the intimidation that caused the caster to reverse his spell. Vil spent time pampering you, even when you were recovering... It was as if he was your Prince curing you from the evil curse of the apple...

He brushed away your hair, pouring you a new cup of tea. You were quite weary after the whole ordeal, but you couldn't stop looking at the twinkling ring on your finger. "I'm glad it suits your taste, my sweet potato..."

"If I'm not mistaken, that rotten stalker should be rotting... on the outside too, with that new poison I made..."

[xkotaro16w]

Speaking of Leona's pirate outfit...may I request headcanons on Leona fucking their Gn!S/O while wearing that costume because they said he looks hot in it ( ◜‿◝ )♡

—𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙶𝙽!𝚂/𝙾 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙿𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚎—

Summary: Headcanon(s) where Leona making love with his GN!S/O while wearing his pirate costume because they say he’s hot in it.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN!/SO.

CW: N/SFW, slightly degradation, praising (Leona receiving), fingering, grammatical error, OOC.

A/N: Anon, HOW DO U READ MY MIND WLKAFHNASKJBAUSFBAS ALL OF THE REQS R JUST IN MY MIND ALREADY, U GUYS- WLKAFNANFAONFWLKN ପ(੭◍ ´ᵕ`◍)੭ ❁˚๑₊· ͟͟͞͞➳➲ IDK HOW 2 REACT W/ ALL OF THESE REQS  ⸝⸝U  ̫ U⸝⸝ฅ ☆ OHH & i hope u like this 1 ehehe ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Leona wears a pirate costume at the Halloween. You can see his heavage or dud decolletage, his unbuttoned shirt all the way his chest, the eye patch on his left eye, the big pirate coat with a lot of decorations, his accessories on his head, chest, and fingers, the sword he brings with, and the pirate hat.

Oh, no, he looks SEXY with that costume. You stare at him and he realizes it! He sends you his popular smirk. Damn it, that’s hot. Leona Kingscholar, it’s a crime to be that hot, to be that sexy, to be that handsome. Stop it, Leona.

Ah, you feel hot now. You feel needy and touchy every time you see him in that costume. It makes you want to go to him and touch him. The way he walks with that costume and sends a smirk to everyone, especially to you, his S/O. Stupid S/O, feeling needy and horny just because of his costume in the middle of a dance party. He’s on your mind now, you can’t think of anything other than him.

If you’re standing beside him or a few steps from him, he’ll soon notice your scent first, then follows by the other beastmen. How dangerous. But if you’re far away from him, then no. The other beastmen will notice it first.

S/O, you’re very brave. Do you realize that the other beastmen look at you with a sharp gaze just now? That’s because of your sweet scent, your arousal. You may not notice it, but they do. Smells nice, make them want to pounce at you. But no. You’re Leona’s mate. They don’t want to mess with their dorm leader.

Leona sees the other beastmen look at you with lustful eyes. Soon, he realizes what’s wrong. He can smell you, your arousal, even though you’re still a few steps away from him or beside him. Herbivore, your SCENT is very dangerous. You made those students staring at you with those lustful eyes. In the MIDDLE of a dance party.

A herbivore comes closer to him and compliments his outfit. You even call him hot or sexy. Your sweet scent and your ambiguous gesture are because of his look. ONLY because of his look and his costume? Seriously? Naughty. 

Picks you up immediately and takes you out from the room. He ain’t going to let you go tonight. Leona wants you to praise him more. Now, let’s do it in a private place, shall we?

As soon as you touch the sheet of his bed, he wastes no time to rip off your outfit from you. And he? No, why would he take off his costume when you like it until you feel horny with it? 

Gives you rough kisses on the lips and touches your body. Kisses your chest, shoulders, collarbone, and stomach. Stops at your stomach and rips off your underwear. He removes a few rings from his fingers.

Leona licks his lips and inserts a finger inside your hole to tease. Look at this, his herbivore’s wet just for him. How cute.

After a few teasing with his finger, he inserts his manhood and thrusts into your hole aggressively.

Whispers to your ear to say it again the words that you used to compliment him back at the party. He can’t help but to be more prideful than before, his S/O gets needy, touchy, and horny just because of HIM and only for him. He should wear something more appealing next time, just for you, S/O.

Leona can’t help but to smirk all the time he thrusts into you. Your hole gets tighter everytime you see him, him in that costume, his pirate costume. Ah, shit, herbivore. You know how to make a beastman goes feral and crazy.

Degrades you, wet just because of a costume. You’re very easy, S/O. All he does is just wear a pirate costume and yet here you are, getting horny because of that. Very simple. Leona’s not going to let this down. You’re a naughty herbivore, aren’t you? Asks you what did you imagine about him when he wears that costume. Did you imagine any WILD scene with him? You didn’t touch yourself in the middle of the party because of him, right? Or did you?

It’s ok, Leona lets you make love with him with your favorite costume of his, you can have him, just the way you want and all for you, only for you. That night, is a long night for you. You’re just not going to make love with him, but you have to compliment him too. You did that, right? Then you know the consequences. Now, tell him more. Don’t be shy. 

“Say it again, herbivore... Say it that I look what in your eyes... That made you feel needy and horny like this... C’mon, compliment from you never made me bored...”

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

[fairestwriting]

for malleus, cater, rook, azul, and lilia please~

their feline beastman!s/o’s unique magic let’s them change into cats (kinda like jack’s) but they can change into any type of feline, be it big wild cats or tiny house cats. this cat be a problem cuz when they get sleepy or too comfortable their magic has a tendency to activate on its own and the next thing the boys know there’s a leopard sitting on the table pawing at them for attention or a tiger is coming over to use them as a pillow.

it doesn’t help that s/o also acts on their instincts a lot too. it’s not uncommon for the boys to wake up in the middle of the night to come face to face with their s/o watching them sleep. or for them to do the thing where cats reach out their paw to swat at something and everything goes wrong cuz they jumped since it came towards them. but he purrs a lot around them and gives the best cuddles how can they stay mad at that face

c.... catboy

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Malleus Draconia

Feels a sort of kinship with you, because he also has a secondary form, although that’s dragon based. He’ll be quicker to show it to you because of the similar situation.

But... all of his curiosity and magic stuff aside, he just thinks it’s really cute. Even if they’re in tiger form trying to sprawl on his lap, he feels his heart swell with love. He just becomes a crazy cat lady.

A huge enabler of all their feline antics. Yeah he’ll let this little cat loaf on his homework, he can just do it later. Of course they can sleep together with them as a lion, that just makes the bed warmer.

The shedding bothers him, though, all that cat hair on his luxurious black robes. Kindly do introduce him to a lint roller to prevent any complaints from happening.

Cater Diamond

Obsessed with your unique magic in a party trick sort of way. It’s just really cool to him? He wants to see the full extent of it, just how many animals can they turn into.

Absolutely weak to all the cuteness. No matter what form you’re in, he’ll want to pet you. No matter how troublesome your cat-antics get, or how dangerous of an animal you shapeshift into, you’re just his sweet, cute kitty to him.

Speaking of kitty, he makes up a bunch of cat based nicknames. Petnames if you will. Kitty is probably the most common,

Enables you and gushes about how adorable you are so gratuitously. You could knock his glass off the table and he’d still be wanting to scratch behind your ears too much to be annoyed at you.

Rook Hunt

He likes it... a normal amount...

(Yeah, he has a thing for beastmen, so what. We all know about that already.)

He’s very, very interested in them and their unique magic. This manifests mostly in a “I want to study you” sort of way, at least for a while, where he’ll be absolutely delighted to just circle them and ask all sort of questions, some straight up crude.

Like Cater, he wants to see all the forms you can take, but he also likes pushing the limits a little bit. Tells you about obscure feline species and asks you if you can turn into them.

None of the antics really bother him, honestly. Not even initially, he’s lived around beastmen for his whole life so it just feels sort of natural to him even when it’s not exactly common for his partner to be shedding all over his bed. It’s a price he already was expecting he’d have to pay.

Azul Ashengrotto

So exasperated. My god.

He loves you so much, he really does, but please stop napping on Mostro Lounge’s tables, the cat hair is getting everywhere and some clients are beginning to complain...

He’s exactly like you described. You’re so troublesome, shedding everywhere and knocking glasses off the table, turning into a big fluffy tiger and smothering him against the bed as you lie on top of him, yet all Azul can do is sigh and pet you on the head.

Because it’s so stupidly cute, no matter how much lighthearted annoyance tickles at him. He has all this paperwork to do, but you’re so cute and fluffy and warm, he has no choice but to give in to your demands of cuddles.

RIP his blazers, they’re gonna have fur all over them.

Lilia Vanrouge

Has multiple approaches to your unique magic, most of the time he just finds a lot of joy in it. It’s amusing, it’s cute, it’s just yet another thing about that he really loves.

Isn’t an easily impressed person, but everytime he comes to your dorm room to see a lynx curled up on your bed he just dies of cuteness, getting a big smile on his face.

Seeing you napping as any sort of cat in general is just really sweet to him. He’ll cuddle up to you and pet you and bury his face on your fur to listen to your purring. It’s so cute and comforting.

He gets a little exasperated about it too, though, mostly if you’re being especially disruptive of his duties... he’s still able to be stern if he really tries, but most of the time he’s just weak to your cuteness.

[randynova]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐎𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡ 𝐆𝐍! 𝐒/𝐎

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A.N.: I hope you enjoy these and this is what I feel would apply to Shirou. At the moment, I am not taking requests but when I do, I will announce it! 

Also thank you, dear people, for liking my last NSFW headcanons! It really motivated to write this and made me feel better about my writing. I’m still gonna be inactive due to school but hey! My health is much better and I’m focusing on school at the moment.

Enjoy!

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Shiro is a 1,000 year old virgin and has no experience, but he knows a basic amount of knowledge about the world of sex and its wonders. Sort of.

But it’s only because he was so focused on the peace and happiness of his fellow beastmen that he neglected this aspect of himself. Plus, it never really came up and if it did, he got distracted with something else. 

So imagine when he meets his S/O, who may or may not be experienced or know more about sex than him. If you do have experience, cool! You can show and lead him steadily into the unknown. If you don’t, that’s okay! This will be a learning experience for both of you and you’ll both be at roughly the same pace.

Shirou is mainly vanilla for a majority of the time, being interested mainly in love-making at first rather than just ‘fucking’. It takes time for him to move into having sex for other reasons; such as stress-relieving, for fun, to experiment, etc. Be patient.

At first, Shirou’s natural instincts do kick in and he’ll automatically resort to the traditional doggy-style position. But don’t worry, he does start going into other positions as more time passes.

His favorites are missionary, modified doggy-style/leapfrog, cowgirl/cowboy, and the chairman. 

As time goes on, it’s discovered that Shirou is a bottom; please don’t argue with me on this. He’s between a power bottom and pillow prince. A perfect mix of wanting to show his S/O some pleasure and teasing them but also just sitting back and letting his S/O take the lead.

On the rare times that he tops, he has two preferences. Most times, he is still gentle but shows a possessive side and gets a bit rough. So prepare to be more sore than usual. I'll go more into detail in a bit. Very rarely does he get rough.

Shirou isn’t that kinky, I’m saying it now. As much as I love other fandoms, I just can’t see Shirou Ogami as being extremely kinky. He’ll have a few kinks that seem a bit extreme (no, not BDSM)  but that is once he gets really comfortable with his S/O.

But keep in mind, people change and I might write him indulging in certain kinks if you guys want me to. Like, I’m pretty open-minded but for certain things.

There is a safe word and all sexual activity must stop once it’s used. Shirou decided it to be “Beast Peace” as it kind of goes with the situation; you want peace, he wants peace, we all want peace. There is also a safe word for outside use and it’s mainly used when someone is upset, the occasional arguing/fighting has gotten to be too much, or when one of them is in a dangerous or uncomfortable situation. It’s “Spring on Jupiter.” 

Random SFW HC: He likes the song “Fly me to the Moon.”

Moving on, he has a praise kink. Tell him how good he’s doing, how handsome he is, how much you love him, how amazing it feels, and more. Hearing his S/O’s beautiful voice praising him in his most vulnerable state makes him feel euphoric and quite relaxed; it makes him feel loved.

He doesn’t really like dirty talk, but it’s mainly the degrading kind. His S/O can dirty talk to him only if they praise him while doing it. Once, his S/O tried the really dirty talk and he couldn’t take it, it actually hurt him a bit and he immediately stopped, using the safe-word.

If his S/O apologizes right away, he’ll forgive them. But if they don’t, he’ll be a bit cold and hurt for a while - he needs some alone time as being emotionally attacked while vulnerable made him feel threatened and attacked. He doesn’t wanna be hurt that way again.

Please, apologize right away if any slip ups do occur or else he’ll be emotionally distant for a bit.

He likes the occasional rough sex, as mentioned before. Maybe after a stressful day working to keep the peace in Beast City or just to let his pent-up emotions out somehow. This is the rare times he’ll top, like I mentioned before. He’ll ask before he does so though and if his S/O agrees, he takes them then and there. He likes doing it quick for a majority of the occasional times as he doesn't really like being rough with you. 

Let’s say you’re in the library.

Shirou pulls his pants and underwear down hastily, doing the same to you as he bends you over the couch’s arm. He quickly plunges himself into you, drilling his hips at an inhuman speed and relishing in the way your walls wrapped so snugly against his pulsing cock. One hand brushes against your hips, digging his nails into your skin while the other trailed over to your nether regions. The beastman quickly began to stimulate your sacred parts, his nimble fingers working wonders and pulling sweet and sinful sounds from your mouth . God, how lucky he is to have such an amazing person as you? Very lucky he was.

His hands leave their respectful places, one of his hands moving to your head and grabbing a fistful of hair, his finger clutching locks at their root. He yanked it back with one quick move and he threw his head back in bliss. 

Low growls rip from his throat, melting into soft whimpers as he picks up the pace, if it’s even possible. The quick , small moans he hears invigorates him and he releases your hair, his hands going back to their previous spots. He leans over, his hands never leaving their place as he bites your shoulder harshly. You yelp, groaning at the sensation of his teeth pricking your skin, sucking hungrily as if you were his last meal, surely leaving a dark welt.  

You shiver as you feel Shirou’s hot tongue run over the area, only to repeat the process on your neck. The hand on your hip left and soon Shirou’s arm wrapped itself around your waist, pulling your bodies closer. “So beautiful,” he whispers, his thrusts beginning to get messy and erratic. “You’re so good to me, [N/N]... Ah! Ngh..” He harshly thrusted into you. Shirou’s fingers, sensational love bites, and numbing thrusts soon became too much and you felt yourself unwind. You squeeze around him and release over his hand, releasing a loud and broken moan.

Shirou whimpered, his eyebrows knitting together and his jaw tightening at the pure ecstasy he was experiencing. With a few final quick and deep thrusts, Shirou releases his seed in you and lets out a low moan. Both of you stayed in that position for a few minutes, panting and indulging in the moment. You peered over your shoulder and smiled at your lover.

“That was… something, huh?”

I feel like some people wonder if he’ll go down on his S/O in his beastman form. The answer is yes. There are occasions where he gets so into it that he transforms subconsciously/involuntarily, but there are also occasions where he does it willingly.

The high chances of him turning into a beastman is when he’s stressed, gets overwhelmed, or if his S/O asks. 

Shirou’s moans are like a beautiful note being played by Apollo’s harp - absolute music to the ears. They’re soft, mellow moans that stimulate something within and they’re beautiful. Sometimes he whimpers, whines, or groans but his moans are the best.

He likes to try and stay quiet but soon the pleasure gets too much and he starts moaning a bit louder, whimpering his S/O’s name and muttering incoherent words of how he feels.

Let me get this out of the way - Shirou has howled in the bedroom before. He has howled many times in fact. But our wolfman can’t help it, I mean, you treat him like absolute royalty as you focus on his pleasure, making sure he’s satisfied no matter what. For example:

He feels himself being pushed over the edge as your velvet walls squeeze around his throbbing member, milking him for all he’s got as you bounce on his cock. Shirou’s hips wildly buck upwards, throwing his head back into the pillow whilst he shuts his eyes at the overwhelming pleasure that was enveloping his whole being.  He squeezes your hips tightly, digging his nails into your delicate skin. The beastman could hear the sweet sound of your voice, purring praises of how good he was and how well he was receiving you.

Small whimpers leave him, strained moans and pants roll off his tongue, and he’s muttering your name like a mantra. The euphoric ecstasy soon gets to be too much, feeling a familiar coil start to tighten and threaten to unwind. Shirou feels your walls tighten even more around him, noticing how you bounce faster on his cock and more erratically. You lean over and bury your face into his chest, your own climax fast approaching. 

Shirou growls, running his hands to your bottom and firmly grasping it, ramming his hips up at a godly speed. “Shirou, so.. Ah! So good!” You moan, everything becoming too much for you. You release a high-pitch moan, spilling your juices over your lover’s skin. 

Shirou soon followed, suddenly spilling his hot seed deep into you and releasing a deep, broken and raw howl; the sound of his howl was surely heard throughout the city.

Hopefully you enjoyed that little excerpt of one of the times Shirou howled in the bedroom.

Now let’s get into the kinks.

He likes mirror sex

He absolutely loves the way your face scrunches up in pleasure, how your eyes roll back as he bucks his hips into you, bouncing as both of you chase your own climaxes.

Seeing how he can make you crumble under his touch, moan and whimper his name, making eye contact as the knot in your stomach snaps.

*mwuah* Beautiful.

He likes having sex in different locations, but rarely.

Occasionally, he likes taking you on the kitchen counter, the couch, or the floor. His top three favorite places, right next to the bedroom of course.

You look like a whole meal in the kitchen? He’ll gently take you then and there on the counter, missionary or doggy-style, your choice.

Both of you happen to get a little handsy in the living room or get bored watching a movie, both of you will get a lil’ freaky. He takes you from behind, lifting your leg a bit as he inserts you slowly.

If you want to cockwarm, he’ll absolutely go along and just lie down with you like that. His member held firmly by your velvet walls.

Listen, the only reason you guys fuck on the floor is because on some instance, both of you will fall off the bed or couch and just continue your business without moving.

He sorta likes semi-public sex. 

You know how wolves have ruts and heats? Yeah, Shirou has that period of his testosterone levels rising and he goes f e r a l. 

He wants to fuck you here, he wants to fuck you there, he wants to fuck you everywhere. This man needs some sort of relief, alright? However, usually his self-control is pretty good and he can hold back from pouncing you in public - most of the time. 

If he can’t take it anymore and you happen to be out with him at the time, he will take you then and there. He drags you to a nearby closet or bathroom and fucks you raw, having your legs wrap around his waist as you bounce on his cock or he drills his length into you as he pushes you against the wall, thrusting and rutting until both of you reach that sweet release.

Luckily, he carries some tissues with him and cleans both of you up. He kisses your forehead and attempts to fix both of you up, trying to get rid of the fresh-sex look before either one of you step back out.

Shirou does not like to be called daddy/sir/master/etc. It makes him feel weird and uncomfortable. If his S/O tries to, he immediately shuts them down with a look, explaining how it makes him feel. He sees no point in it and rather be called by his name or a sweet nickname - he wants to keep this simple. I believe it's because he's had bad experiences with most authority figures so he feels a bit powerless and in some sort of danger.

If you want to call him that, then good luck because Shirou won’t accept it and only wants to be called by his name/nickname(s). If you don’t like it and keep pushing for it, Shirou will eventually suggest his S/O to find someone else if they can’t respect and accept the boundaries he has set.

And if you're thinking just because he's a bottom, he'll like it, you're wrong. Period.

That being said, Shirou won’t really indulge in the daddy/mommy kink, he feels uncomfortable. 

He has a biting kink. Shirou Ogami loves biting his S/O and leaving marks on their skin; it gives him a primal sense of intimacy. He won't do it right away though, he'll reveal it later in the relationship. 

Shiro loves grazing his teeth against your skin, nibbling it before sinking his teeth in, and sucking the soft flesh until he leaves a noticeable red welt behind.

The moans you make as he makes one feels him with pride and love.

Oh but hey! He loves them too! When his S/O gives him his own markings, he can't help but whimper and hold them close, feeling so happy that you, his mate, has decided to grace him with.

Now you may be wondering, "hey, does shirou have a breeding kink since he's a wolf??" 

Oh yeah, definitely. He has a breeding kink and wishes nothing more than to fill you to the brim with his cum if it means there's a chance you'll carry his pups. Even if his S/O can't have children, he still enjoys the thought of filling them up.

However, he is pretty shy about it and usually pulls out. If you two are using protection, he'll unload and just toss the condom in the trash.

Shirou is still gentle, he’ll only turn it up a notch if you beg him to reorganize your guts and milk him for all you got.

Oh, aftercare? Don’t worry! Shirou has already got that covered.  He’s already carrying you to the bathroom, running a nice hot bath for you and rummaging through the fridge for your favorite snacks. He returns and gently helps you bathe yourself. Once both of you are done, he carries you to your shared bed and pulls out your fav snacks, letting you happily eat them as he goes to take a quick shower. He joins you in bed soon afterwards and starts to softly rub all the places he hurt, muttering small apologies and praises.

He turns into his beastman form as he knows you love cuddling into his fluff, especially after sex. 

Remember how I said he likes “Fly Me to The Moon”? You two hum the song after sex, especially after a rough, draining session.

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©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜.

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[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Living up to the Name pt 2

Jack calmly walked down the path that leads to Ramshackle. He just finished his jog with Vil and now on his way to pick up Valerie.

The wolf bit his lower lip at the thought of Valerie in Savanaclaw. Yes, Valerie can take care of herself, and Ruggie and Leona were protecting her too, but the tiny brunette was too lax.

Running up to a beastman whenever she sees one, asking to pet their ears or touch their tails if allowed. Which is usually yes, complimenting how soft their ears are and how fluffy or smooth their tails feel in her hands.

Unaware how their eyes flash when she touches them or how they frit their teeth when she coos how much they're enjoying it. Jack, whenever he can, would always stand near her whenever she goes up to a beastman and ask to pet their ears.

He would glare at them to make sure they behave and not say anything vulgar in front of her. But sometimes, he's almost convinced Valerie wants to be prey.

The sound of Ramshackle's gates snapped him out of his thoughts; stepping out was a familiar man wearing a fur coat. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his brows were knitted to a frown. He carried a small bag in his left hand. The sound of footsteps caused him to turn his head.

"Ah, one of Valerie's loyal puppies." The potions professor remarked.

Ignoring the remark (and the blush on his cheeks), he questioned him.

"Good morning, professor. Why are you here at Valerie's dorm?" The man sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"The pup and her monster were at the lab yesterday to re-create their potion. Unfortunately, some students were playing magift and threw their disc too far and flew inside the lab. Amid the chaos, one of them dropped something in the cauldron."

Jack's ears flattened against his head, biting his lower lip. He asked one more question.

"Is she alright?"

"See for yourself." That was all the man said before leaving.

The wold made a dash to Ramshackle, worry flooding his system. Once he reached the porch, he grabbed the door handle and ripped it open. As soon as he did, a sweet and sultry scent attacked his nostrils; it had him reeling back and buckled his knees. His tail wagged wildly behind him and started to drool a little; Jack inhaled deeply, intoxicated by it.

It was almost familiar.

His body jolted when he caught Valerie's scent in the mix. Remembering why he was here in the first place, he took long-legged strides following the smell. The more he followed, the stronger the scent became to the point he had to cover his nose to not get overwhelmed. It lead him to the lounge; he peeked inside but wasn't prepared for what he saw.

Valerie sat on the couch wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe. Grim was on top of her head, which had a long pair of rabbit ears. There was the same color as her hair, and the inside was a dark shade of pink.

Valerie was caressing her ears, staring at herself wide-eyed in a mirror. While familiar was feeling the softness of her ears.

"Cute." Jack whispered.

Her ears twitched.

"Jack?" The opal-eyed girl and her monsters turned and found him peeping from where he stood. The wolf flinched at being caught but sheepishly entered the lounge.

"Hey, Val." He greeted, staring at her ears.

"Hey." She replied, noticing his stare. She chuckled.

"Like my new look?" She cutely posed, making his blush deepened.

"Y-You could say that." He rubbed the back of his neck, not meeting her eyes.

"I met professor Crewel on my way here; he explained how you got them." Valerie gave him a shaky grin. As she stood up, Grim fell off her head and grabbed the closest thing he could reach. Which was her robe and it fell down with him.

She laughed at him and picked him up. However, she had forgotten she was not alone.

Jack, who attempted to help. But got caught off guard when Valerie removed her robe to catch her monsters. No matter how many sleep-overs they had, he still blushes at her sleepwear. Seriously, this is a boy school, and she should be more careful; maybe he should ask Vil to give Valerie pajama pants.

To make matters worse, the scent she gave off amplified the moment she took off her robe. Jack was trying hard not to drool; he brought his arm up to his face to block out her smell and his vision from her. But it didn't do much.

Somebody...Please, save him.

"Oi, henchwoman. Put your robe back on; your scent is killing Jack." Grim remarked, seeing how much Jack was suffering. Valerie glanced behind her; she quickly dropped her monster on the couch and put her robe back on.

Jack took an experimental sniff and lowered his arm. The opal-eyed girl gave him an apologetic look.

"Sorry, Jack."

"It's alright."

"D-Did I smell that b-bad to you?" She stammered. She had her head down, a blush covering her face that reached the tip of her ears.

"NO!" The Ramshackle residents jumped at the wolf's heated denial. Jack, realizing what happened, coughed.

"No." He answered more calmly. "You don't. It's just overwhelming, that's all. You actually smell incredible."

Valerie smiled at him. "Thank you." Grim snickered.

"Hey, youngster. We managed to re-design your outfits for today- Oh, hey Jack." Wilbur greeted, having to phase through the room.

"Thanks, Wilbur." She turned to face Jack.

"So care to join me for breakfast before we head to Savanaclaw?

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Leona yawned loudly, not bothering to cover his mouth as he stretched his arms behind him.

The lion beastman sat on the bench, gazing at his dorm mates as they stretched. Today's training focused on speed and stamina lately; his dorm mates began to fall short on those. Truthfully they still have no idea on the training method to use. But thankfully, Leona knows the perfect herbivore to help.

"Yo, Leona. Is Jack back with Valerie?" A familiar (and semi-annoying voice) asked. Walking up to him was Ruggie, adorned in his dorm uniform like everyone else.

"Do I look like his babysitter to you?" The brunette growled.

"The hyena held his hands up in defense. "Alright, alright. Just asking."

The lion huffed and went back to observing his dorm mates. He inhaled deeply; before bursting into a coughing fit. A sweet and tantalizing scent filled his nostrils as soon as he inhaled, and it looks like he wasn't the only one. All the beastmen stopped what they're doing and stood there. Some in shock and others were trying to locate where it was coming from.

"Ughh, Leona...'Ruggie groaned. He was clutching his head in one hand and covering his nose with the other.

"This scent smells...Familiar." He muttered. The prince grunted in agreement and craned his neck to the side.

"Hi, Leona!"

And he found the source standing next to Jack and a pair of rabbit ears on her head.

Wait

What?

Leona blinked at the sight before him, wondering if he was taking a nap right now. He rubbed his eyes; before looking at Valerie.

She's still there with those ears.

What the fuck?

"What the fuck?" Ruggie voiced exact thoughts when he caught a glimpse of Valerie.

Valerie wore a standard savanaclaw uniform; with a few modifications. Unlike the rest of the uniforms, she had a low circular neckline, denim mid-thigh shorts, and black combat boots.

"Well, this is interesting." Leona chuckled.

He casually made his way to the now rabbit beastwoman and stopped in front of her. He lifted a finger and gently caressed one of her ears.

"Who would have thought calling you herbivore enough times would actually turn you into one?" He surmised, amused at the development.

Ruggie questioned on how did Valerie turn into a beastwoman. The girl glanced down at the monster in her arms, who grumbled under his breath. She gave them a brief explanation of what happened and adding that Crewel might be done with it by the end of the day.

When she finished, the two upperclassmen gave her a dead stare. Ruggie opened his mouth.

"Should have left the cat to suffer."

"Hey!" Grim tried to breathe flames in his direction, but hyena side-stepped out of the way.

"I'm alright. Seriously I feel...Weirdly energized." As if to emphasize her point, she bounced up and down; like a rabbit.

Grim, who was starting to feel dizzy with all the motion. Jumped out of arms and landed on the ground.

Without warning, she sprinted towards the field, maneuvering through beastmen. She leaped up and landed a kick to a nearby training dummy, destroying it instantly. The action caused a bubble of excitement to rise within her. She turned her attention to the rest of the training dummies and began her assault.

Left to right, she unleashed a barrage of kicks to every dummy within her line of sight, destroying them in a matter of seconds. A small crowd began to form; the boys stared at her in awe, admiration, and perhaps a tinge of fear.

Leona and Ruggie felt fear creeping up within them. They were having war flashbacks of the women back in the Afterglow Savannah. Ruggie briefly wonders if she might get along with them.

"'Oi, Ruggie." Leona spoke up. The hyena glanced beside him, noting the way his dorm leader kept his eyes on Valerie's movements.

"Yeah?"

"I figured what our training method is." He announced, walking over to the tiny girl.

Valerie delivered a roundhouse kick to the final dummy; it broke into dozens of pieces. The crowd around her cheered; none of them has ever seen anyone knock over, let alone destroy, every single dummy in a short amount of time.

"You got one helluva kick, Herbivore." A familiar lazy tone called out. At the corner of her eyes, she spotted Leona walking up to her.

He bent down to her eye level, smirking at her.

“How do you feel about a hunt?”