#rollo flamme x you

[schoenht]

↳ if he wanted to, he would.

characters: ace trappola, lilia vanrouge, rollo flamme, silver, azul ashengrotto

synopsis: things that he does because he wants to or without being told to do so.

a/n: SHOUT OUT TO MY MOOTS THIS IS FOR YOU @taruruchi @linabirb @kunikame @lunavixia this is my early Christmas present to you all :D

Takes you out on spontaneous dates with nothing on his mind but you.

ACE never has a set plan in mind. Sure, he is not as impulsive as others but that doesn't mean he won't show up to your dorm at literally ungodly hours of the morning, just because he wanted to annoy you. (He's just a softie and will not admit he wanted to see you really badly.)

But Ace also loves taking you on dates. They are his favorite things because you're there and he can find little things about you that he never noticed before. Like the way your eyes sparkle at the sight of something you want, how your lips try to hold back from either sighing or laughing at a horrendous pun you made, how meticulously you scoured through every aisle to ensure you got the quality object you wanted.

Stays with you in silence, even when you're feeling at your lowest.

Dates are also a perfect time for him to spoil you. Never will you have to pay, except for the one time he forgot his wallet. Other than that, he refuses to let you pay. It's not much that he can do, he cannot get you the moon just yet, but memorizing your order, looking at the way your face lights up at your food. And every second he can take to be in your presence is a second he would fight for.

LILIA loves you and he doesn't need words to show it, albeit hardly being against it. But he also knows you and how you work when you're overwhelmed. There is a peaceful silence that you require and instead of getting up in your space, trying to hug you, he will give you options.

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Do you want a snack? A plushie?"

"Do you want a hug?"

Writes you pages upon pages of his adoration for you. The expression "[one] could write hundreds of books and still not a number would suffice" comes from his actions.

You could lash out, you could stay silent. He knows, he can feel it. So he will stay there quietly unless you tell him otherwise. There is nowhere else he'd rather be than at your side. You're his lover, why wouldn't he stay? Even if you think you're a burden to him, you never will be. He has the strength and the compassion to hold you up. He always wants to hold you up, to love you at your lowest and at your highest. He's there no matter how many things come between you.

ROLLO is not too expressive, nor is he too reserved to interact. He prefers to release his adoration through ink and paper. The diary he has is barely finished and it is all because he is to focused on his journals that are written about you.

He studies your face when you're not looking, when he watches the moon with you. The moon itself pales in comparison to your beauty and while he doesn't think his sketches do you justice, they are enough to remind him of how precious he holds you to his heart. Every single bit of you is a part that he adores.

There is no shortage to the little things he sees about you. The things you don't notice? He does. Every single one. He writes it down with such careful handwriting, it feels like a caress to the cheek. He has love letters, poems, stories, date ideas, he has everything in those notebooks. They are stashed away in the back of his closet.

Makes you little crafts that remind him of you.

But one of those notebooks has one specific purpose and it will be your present for the day he gives his everlasting devotion to you. That notebook has love letters that could fill oceans with how many waves upon waves of adoration he has for you.

SILVER cannot keep himself awake most of the time and he hates himself for it because the dream version of you couldn't hold a candle to the real you. So instead, he makes himself stay up to create things. He is a soldier, a protector, yes, but with you, he is so incredibly soft.

He starts by crocheting you your favorite plush animals. He gives you paintings of landscapes that remind him of your eyes. He draws your face in a small sketchbook so many times, he has every part of you memorized. He annotates books to commentate on them with things he thinks you might like. He makes fake flowers out of pretty paper. He even makes you a blanket at some point, draping it over your shoulders when you study for finals.

Silver cannot stay awake for long, but heaven knows that he will do his absolute best to show you that he would move galaxies for you. He fears that the small crafts aren't enough, that you won't like them.

Would fly halfway across the world for you, just to see you for a minute.

But every single one of them holds a tiny piece of his heart. When you know you have enough, that is when you'll know he has given his whole heart to you.

AZUL isn't as open to showing love as most are. He tends to struggle with showing his vulnerability, even after all this time. He's afraid of losing his reputation but also afraid you'll find him too cheesy. So his acts of love comes in acts of service.

He's had to go across the world several times for his meetings and each time, he brings back some souvenir for you. But he knows that's not enough. If he misses you to the point where he would swim back, he couldn't imagine vice versa.

So, he has started traveling back to see you. He would drop a meeting, get on a jet, and get to your doorstep with flowers, just to see you for a minute. Maybe it's a hurried reunion but there is no denying the look in his eyes: the man is in love with you.

"You came from halfway across the world, just for me?"

He has to pause before he smiles a little. "I would do it several times, if only to see you for a minute." He definitely buries himself in an octopot once he leaves, but the sentiment is so incredibly sweet.

[jangmi-latte]

BANGS HEAD ON WALL

making out with malleus or just being so affectionate with the fae on that damn tower when malleus KNOWS that rollo's just behind that glass window. watching and scowling as your lips pressed against the fae's jaw with your cheeks burning and eyes half-lidded. how rollo thought you were once pure and innocent from these vile creatures yet here you are completely drunk by mere words and touches alone.

malleus glancing over his shoulder as he caresses your waist and that ghost of a smirk stretching on his lips as he could practically sense the anger from the person behind the glass pane. the handkerchief crumping under rollo's grip, trying to stop himself from punching and breaking the glass. he doesn't know if he's angry at you or malleus. he's not going to lose his only.... well

we can find another way to word his sweet maria.

[married-to-google-translater]

Imagine Rollo as a friend...

whenever you see him blame all the bad things on magic...

like:

" Oh, you spilled the coffee from the coffee cup… IT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE SOMEONE CURSED YOU WITH MAGIC"

"Did you forget your homework? SOMEONE MUST HAVE USED AN OBLIVION SPELL"

"Are you tired and can't concentrate at school? It's not worth monitoring and talking to the FAE"

Good friend he is XD

[viviennevermillion]

flirting with them

notes: i present to you, the 3 absolute worst (best) people to flirt with: "cranky & in denial", "goes through a crisis when you compliment him" and "utterly confused but ready to marry you if you ask"

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contains: character x gn!reader, shameless flirting

characters included: rollo flamm, azul ashengrotto, malleus draconia

word count: 2.7k

warnings: glorious masquerade spoilers, enemies to lovers with rollo

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Listen, Rollo goes through enough of a crisis already over the fact that he likes you, one of those insufferable Night Raven College students who use magic so carelessly and gaze at it with wonder and excitement. But you flirting with him? He goes through all 5 stages of grief over that.

Up to the point where you start actively teasing him, Rollo does a good job at convincing himself that the reason he’s just particularly fixated on you of all the NRC students, is because he just hates you the most. Nevermind the way his heart skips a beat when you smile at him while touring the City of Flowers before he revealed his true colors to you. How you had invited him to sit with you and share some local food as you exchanged experiences and thoughts. 

He tries to ignore the way his heart is beating faster when he sees you at the Masquerade Ball. He tells himself it’s likely just that he’s anxious about not having succeeded with his plan. He pushes down the idea of kissing you breathless and being held in your arms gently as you run your hands through his hair and kiss his forehead- 

God, what am I thinking…they’re my enemy, he thinks to himself. With a hateful expression he makes his way over to you, determined to tell you how he’s not done yet and one day he’ll erase magic from this very world. That you’ll fear his name and- oh god you’re winking at him. 

He’s blushing furiously but he still has that angry expression on his face, so it just looks a little like Riddle when it’s off with your head. His mind is going haywire though. They winked at me…oh no…oh fuck…abort immediately, he decides to just avoid you and glare at you from a distance but at this point it is too late. A certain hunter had already told you how Rollo had been staring at you this entire evening whenever you weren’t looking and that he “probably wanted to have a dance with you”

So you make your way over to him and ask him. His heart skips a beat and he wants to reject you and tell you off but what he wants even more is to indulge you and have a nice evening with you. “What makes you think I’d want to dance with you?”, he spits out and crosses his arms. Yeah. That’ll work. Good job, Rollo.

“I don’t know, you seem pretty desperate”, you shrug, trying to suppress a smirk. The AUDACITY, he thinks but can’t say anything in response, just taking your hand and starting to dance with you. He remains silent and you poke his cheek. “You can be so cute when you stop being cranky for two minutes”, you tease and he can feel his cheeks burning. At this point you’re well aware that he’s got a little crush on you, because against his own perception of things, he wasn’t exactly subtle. 

He looks after you with rage written on his face and confusion in his heart as you and the other NRC students leave to head back to your own school. That’s all he can do. Watch you leave.

What did he care anyway? You were just an obnoxious magic enthusiast who- 

He gazes in surprise upon the small rose that had been placed on his desk. It is definitely enchanted, has a soft glow and some of the petals are floating around it. There is a little note attached to it: Thank you for the dance, Rollo ♡ - Love, y/n.

He looks at the mirror in shock when he notices the soft smile on his face upon seeing your note. He hates magic so much. But maybe…maybe he could make an exception for you and you only. 

Definitely rants to the gargoyles about how much he hates you and the way your eyes sparkle in the sun and how your laugh sounds like a thousand beautiful symphonies. Yeah he definitely hates you, no doubt.

He sometimes posts about school events on his Magicam and on pictures he’s on he tends to find little compliments from you. This makes his day every single time but god forbid anyone notices.

He eventually starts conversing with you over text, having quite a few long conversations and bonding despite how much he wants to deny it. You’re still flirting with him shamelessly and never miss out on wishing him a good night with a heart emoji attached. He sends one back once or twice, claiming his hand slipped on the keyboard.

When he sees you again, at the culture festival, he sits at the table with you and a couple of your friends. You ask him whether he is going to watch the VDC and he insists he sees no reason in watching a singing competition. “I mean we could always go backstage and kiss for a while if you’d prefer that”, you say nonchalantly and so casually, it makes Rollo choke on his drink. The other students at the table are definitely staring at you two and Rollo wishes he could merge with the ground at this moment.

He pulls you aside after the incident to a hallway where there’s no people. “What the hell did you think you were doing?”, he hisses at you and clutches onto his handkerchief until his knuckles turn white. “I apologize for putting you on the spot”, you say sincerely, “you look pretty when you’re flustered, though.” “Do you ever shut up?”, his breath hitches in his throat. 

“If you take me up on my offer I would”, you wink at him and find yourself with Rollo’s lips on yours within seconds. As soon as he gets to kiss you, the very thing he had been longing for for months now, it’s like a switch flips in his brain. His kiss is fiery and aggressive at first but then melts into your touch just like he had wanted for so long, kissing you softly as he feels his hands shake. He feels you smile into the kiss upon noticing how gentle and loving he is now and Rollo holds onto you, resting his head against your shoulder breathlessly as soon as the kiss was over. Both of you remain silent for a while before Rollo speaks quietly, his voice shaking: “I love you.” 

You chuckle and pat his head. “I know”, you kiss his forehead gently and he closes his eyes.

Rollo hated magic, he knew that much. But somehow every moment with you felt so magical and made him so happy…

Azul is used to people being mean to him and also to casual, neutral interactions but never has anyone been so blatantly verbally affectionate with him and this man doesn’t know how to handle it. 

It all started when he had asked you to come to the Mostro Lounge VIP room as Valentine’s Day was getting closer, because several people had declared that they were ready to sign a contract with him if he could get them a date with you. So he presented the terms to you and offered you help in a class you were bad at. He didn’t think you’d accept so easily. 

“So, let me get this straight, all I’d have to do for this is to go on a date with one of those guys involved in the whole contract thing with you?”, you raised an eyebrow and Azul nodded, extending his hand to you to seal the deal, as you had blatantly refused to sign a contract. But that didn’t matter. After all, he’d already get what he wanted from whoever you would pick to go on a date with. You shook his hand and Azul smiles at you. “Well then, shall I show you who was ready to make a contract with me for your company?”, he showed you his typical business smile and you just replied dryly. “That won’t be necessary. I’ve already picked.”

Azul was confused. “But you don’t even know who asked?”, he raised an eyebrow and threw Jade and Floyd a questioning glare. They didn’t seem to know what was going on either. “I said ‘someone involved in the whole contract thing’”, you reminded him, “do you have any plans on Friday?” Azul’s face fell. He was already blushing and glaring at the twins who were snickering quietly. “No?”, he croaked and pushed his glasses back with his eyes widened. “Great!”, you smiled at him and got up, waving him goodbye, “I’ll see you at 8 then? I’ll pick you up at Mostro Lounge!” 

As soon as you had closed the door behind you, Jade and Floyd started wheezing uncontrollably. “What just happened?”, Jade asked under his breath, “did they just scam you into a date?” Azul’s expression darkened, as did his blush. “I DON’T KNOW WHAT JUST HAPPENED”, his voice cracked and he wanted to curl up in his octopus pot, “stop laughing.”

Once you've learnt of his past, you've become much more gentle and less teasing with your flirting. He deserved the reassurance that you were serious and genuinely liked him. You’d often tell him that you thought he looked nice when he wore a new outfit and complimented him for his achievements in class and his business strategies. You even went as far as to tell him that his octopus form probably looked cute. He just didn’t know what to do with you. 

Upon being asked whether you were trying to make fun of him, you looked into his eyes with a serious expression and told him you meant everything you had said to him. 

As he took you and your friends to the Atlantica Memorial Museum to return the elementary school photo, Grim was excited. “Maybe we’ll bring back some sort of treasure from the ocean!”, he exclaimed. “But we already have Azul”, you insisted and the octopus merman blushed immediately. “Please just stop”, he begged and sighed, although your words definitely made him feel good, “not in front of people…”

Over such a short time he had already learnt to expect your flirting. That didn’t mean it made him any less flustered. 

Once you had returned the photo and had a moment alone with him, you took his hands into yours and told him you were proud of how far he had come. Azul squeezed your hand gently, a silent ‘thank you’ for the love and affection you were so ready to give to him after all of his hardships.

Malleus doesn’t actively recognize your flirting as such. Don’t get me wrong, he’s so on board with this and really flattered but until you tell him directly what you feel for him, he still assumes you just see him as a good friend.

“Shall I give you a blessing?”, he smirks as he asks you this question on your birthday. You cup his face gently. “You’re my blessing, Malleus”, you say with a soft smile on your face and Malleus looks at you with his signature surprised expression. Lilia chuckles, mumbling about how bold you are. Malleus is just awestruck. He doesn’t know what to say at first. He’s blushing and then takes your hands in his. “Thank you. I feel honored. It means a lot to me to hear that”, he says genuinely and his thumb brushes over your hand softly.

Malleus loves your little affections so much. He didn’t know how starved he was for them until he experienced them for the first time. He treasures so much how ready you are to speak your mind, especially when it comes to telling him how you feel about him. Little does he know that’s only a small part of how much you truly love him. 

You were a little late to the Masquerade Ball during the student exchange meeting, eventually opening the big door to the entrance hall of Noble Bell College for your big entrance. Malleus spots you almost immediately, marveling at how beautiful you looked, dressed up for the occasion. Your eyes meet his across the hall and you make your way over to him straight away, taking his hand in yours. “I really like this song they’re playing right now. I think it’s time for our first dance of the evening”, you smirk at him, just waiting for him to follow you. Sebek is yelling at you how you could possibly have the audacity to not just assume you could dance with him but not even ask Prince Malleus Draconia ‘Would you please share a dance with me?’ first. But Malleus adores when you’re bold. After all this time of people being too afraid to even talk to him, he’s fascinated how assured you are to approach him with your wishes and requests with no hesitation. 

“You seem quite determined”, he chuckles and leads you to the dancefloor. He’s absolutely relishing in the fact that you walked into this event dead-set on getting a dance with him, implying your upcoming dance wouldn’t be the last one that night either. It makes him feel so special. More than the treatment he receives from others as a prince does. Because it feels like you have seen right through him, accepted every part of him and decided you wanted all of it. 

You dance through the evening with Malleus, telling him how much you liked the song he presented as a gift for the other students. “I could listen to your voice for hours”, you brush a strand of hair out of his face and Malleus leans into your touch. “I would gladly sing for you again. You need only ask”, he smirks. 

You later stop by his room, knocking on the door softly. Malleus opens it, having taken off the heavier, pompous parts of his masquerade outfit; now only dressed in a pair of black pants and the see-through black shirt worn under the complex and ornate fabrics of the costume. His hair is slightly disheveled and he has his bangs pushed up, letting you see his dragon markings. Upon seeing you, he instantly smiles. “You look so beautiful”, you mouth, making Malleus chuckle and smirk at you. “So do you”, he insists. “I’m never going to overshadow the talking gargoyle but I’ve made peace with that”, you sigh and step into the room, Malleus closing the door behind you. He laughs at your comment, then gazes out of the window. 

“The night in the City of Flowers seems to show a different expression than during the day”, he says and turns to you, seeing you smile at him with a mischievous expression, “that face…you are also interested?” His smirk matches yours now. “Malleus, what do you think I came here for at this hour, hmm?”, you chuckle, pulling out a map from your pocket, “so…you can teleport us out of Noble Bell College without being seen right?” Malleus puts his hands onto his hips. “Nothing easier than that.”

After you explored the city at night, you end up sitting at the roof of a tall building, looking down on the beautiful city. “I’m very glad I got to share these memories with you”, Malleus takes your hand in his again and you look into his eyes, cupping his cheek gently. “You’re so precious to me…you have no idea”, you mumble quietly, smiling at him fondly; filled with unconditional love. Malleus squeezes your hand and looks at you with the same expression. “I think I’m starting to understand”, he whispers as the sun rises on the horizon.

Malleus loves when you’re bold with your flirting, he loves when you show your teasing side and flatter him with a clever line. But he just as much craves the moments when you’re calm and serious, just smiling at him and letting him know how much he means to you, even if he doesn’t know yet whether you intend for it to be romantic or see him as a good friend. He treasures your affection and how you’re unafraid to give him your love and appreciation in a way no one ever has to him. 

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

omg can you write one for Rollo on accidentally sitting on their face series. Mans going to pray for forgiveness lool

Accidentally Sitting on Their Face (11) | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Rollo Flamme 

Since someone had their little ‘freak out’ there are plenty of things out of order and breaking down

And other than the typical goodwill you hold for your problem-friends 

NRC refuses to be outdone by Royal Sword’s extra efforts to help clean up

“Wow Rollo I don’t think I ever imagined you doing manual labor!”

“Why is that (Y/n)?”

“I don’t know you’re always wearing a robe so I just assume you never usually do things….that’ll get your robe dirty?”

He sucks his teeth watching you from the corner of his eye

You’re so stupid adorkable

You’re at the top of the stairs precariously holding a water-filled bucket and sponge

He opens his mouth to scold warn you but he stops himself

It would be kind of cute to see what way you’d fall

It’d be a good lesson for a naive teacher’s assistant such as yourself

So when hears the clatter of a bucket, the sloshing of water, and your teetering voice he doesn’t bother looking up from his sweeping until it’s too late

“Ow! Geez I’m so clumsy…I really expected these steps to be harder…..wait a second…”

When you finally start to sit up you can expect to see one of two things

One: A blushing Rollo Flamme who refuses to open his eyes 

Or Two a wide eyed Rollo Flamme who is barely responsive

Both you’ll have a hard time reading and both will soon stand up and quickly excuse themselves

Ducking behind a hidden corridor or broom closet to nervously pullout his handkerchief and shove his face into it

For extra measure he’ll take out the gift he had planned to give you

A handkerchief with the inverse colors of his own 

Just to imagine that the cloth against his face is something more…intimate of yours

He’ll eventually come back…after a long while

“It was a simple slip. I hold nothing against you.”

“Okay good. I’m really sorry again.”

“You shouldn’t be. I enjoyed it It was an accident.”

Now if you forget the ghost of a smile on his face every time you and him are paired up for more cleaning duty

“It’s always a pleasure, (Y/n).”

No forgiveness needed because it's his right to be deserving of all things you

The ones he'll have to ask forgiveness for is the ones who will end up dying as his obstacles

[equestriagirl16]

((Twst spoilers))

MC: I won’t let you do this to my friends!

Rollo: My apologies but I don’t plan on negotiating with any acquaintance of these heathens！*SLAP*

MC: UGH-

Rollo: Now I can finally rid the world of-why do I hear boss music?

[ventique18]

MALLEUS PERSONALLY INVITING YOU??? He's expecting you to come to him??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Oh my GOD. The crowd is literally heated up with all the magic ensemble going on and Malleus actually made an effort to break away from all of that just to fetch you! Omfg 😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

Why are you like this? Why do you make us swoon? Why are you so deliberate?

Also...

Lo-love triangle..? 😳

[yuri-is-online]

Traditional fantasy isekai au where:

Yuu is isekaid to Twisted Wonderland as a child, in a setting that's hundreds of years before the main game, and is adopted by a family there. Maybe Grim is a normal cat that came with them and gained the ability to talk and do magic out of a desire to protect his best friend. They grow up and train as a soldier of some sort out of gratitude to their adoptive parents to protect them, eventually leaving their place with Grim in search of adventure depending on where they landed:

City of Flowers! Yuu who was raised by the people who lived in the Court of Miracles and wants to get a job with the city guard to help fight for the rights of their adoptive home. They're helped by a friend they made as a child, the son of well respected parents who came to heavily rely on Yuu after the loss of his younger brother. Now a well respected legal student with his eye on a judge's seat, Rollo is hiding a deadly secret: he is a powerful mage and you are one of the only people who knows. He's also desperately in love with you and at real risk of going insane if something bad happens to the one good thing he has left in his life.

Land of Dawning! Yuu who hunts monsters along the coast line and finds a badly beaten merfolk on the beach and patches him up without a single thought. The man scolds them when he wakes, wondering why Yuu is so unafraid of what he could do to them now that he's awake only to be met with a shrug and a warning that poachers much less kind than Yuu are in the area who see non typical mer such as himself as monsters. Yuu happens to have a bounty for them. Oya? Jade says he's quite aware of that and what's more, they have his brother and a dear friend. Won't you continue to assist this poor, unfortunate soul in rescuing the only family he has left in this world? He doesn't have anything to pay you with. Something about his attitude makes you roll your eyes but so long as you don't have to split the bounty four ways you say you'll help. Pleasure doing business with you he says, and you both go to sleep that night confident you won't get attached to the other at all by the time the job's done.

Clock Town! Yuu who used to be picked on for not having any magic by the delinquent gangs only to find themselves in a party with one of the worst of the worst torn between being hurt Deuce doesn't remember making fun of them or impressed with how determined he is to turn his life around vs Deuce who absolutely remembers but has no idea how to appropriately apologize so he just makes it his mission to bring you home from every mission unscathed, even if it's at the cost of his own health. He swears he'll say it eventually, he just needs to find a way to not make an ass of himself by saying something stupid like he loves you.

Farm Kid! Yuu who gets recruited by Ace for his party because he literally can't get anyone other than you and Deuce and ends up being the glue that holds it together. Ace is dumbfounded as he watches you successfully recruit Jack, Epel, Ortho, and even Sebek without much trouble and hates himself for ever thinking about abandoning you as soon as he got better party members. Yuu who knows that's what he wanted to do from the start and resigns themselves to him leaving when Riddle makes his offer only for Ace to stay with Ramshackle Party because he's "too busy looking after them" to be a card soldier, hiding the burns on his hands from when he punched the Arch Mage for insulting you. He can surpass Riddle's party on his own any day.

[rainbowsillz]

Rollo Flamme. | Character interaction | Genre: Fluff?

⤷ Summary: You say that he is really attractive looking:)

The famed student council president quirked his brow up, his fatigued eyes did show an emotion at that word.

Handsome?

That was not what he expected from you.

“Is that so?... It seems out of nowhere I'll admit, although that gesture is welcoming to hear for me, if it's from you.”

You were a refreshing person to talk to in discussions, he was getting sick from those magic users from Night Raven College.

They keep flocking around you.

You must have charmed them a great amount, isn't it?

“Let's move on, the others are waiting for you.”

Quite a feat for an outsider from another world.

You were much more straightforward than he considered you as.

‘How nostalgic.’

Rollo thoughtfully commented in his head.

When was the last time someone has been earnest? He doesn't recall, was it decades ago, he wondered? It was so distant.

Why must you make him feel bad for what he will initiate?

[yaksha-lover]

You know.. Since in canon Rollo probably has some level of self-loathing since he hated magic as a MAGE (I.e someone who USES magic), maybe in the vampire au, Rollo could be a dhampir (half vampire, half human)? He absolutely despises his vampire heritage, and because of that he refuses to take even an ounce of blood from anyone because that would make him no better than them. But, due to that, he's always thirsty, constantly repressing the bloodlust itching at the back of his mind. Yet.. yet..when he finally has you in grasp.. Gods you smell wonderful. His pupils are blown wide, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth, stomach growling and moaning like a starving tiger. He's glad he filed down his fangs, otherwise he might not have been able to resist biting into that beautiful soft flesh of yours... Doesn't mean he's not giving you so nice open mouth kisses on your throat and wrists though.

He’s been good, resisted every temptation in front of him, passed every test from his god. His condition is undesirable but ultimately unchangeable. He hasn’t been greedy, not like the filthy beasts who seek to gratify themselves with blood.

He’s been restrained, perfectly in control of himself despite the hunger that gnaws at him hour upon hour. It’s an art in itself, the way he’s numbed himself to the scent and allure of human blood. Despite his ravenous appetite, he can hold himself together just fine in the presence of it.

That is, until he meets you. Your blood’s never even been exposed to him through a wound, but every moment he’s around you, it calls to him. The sound of your resting heartbeat is far too loud, drowning out all other noise. All other blood was like gruel to him, but yours smelled of ambrosia.

At first it’s enough to catch a whiff of your blood, to place kisses and covert licks upon your throat, your wrists, your thighs.

It’s enough, until it’s not. Until Rollo starts convincing himself that you’re not like the others. You’re not a test but a blessing, a sweet reward for all of his devotion and piety. A gift prepared just for him, meant to satiate his endless thirst, the only one he can feed off of forever.

[cupids-chamber]

— “ SUGAR DATE ! “  Commissioned by anonymous user Gender neutral reader/ Fluff

He waited for you all bit patiently, checking his phone every now and then, as he sat there waiting for you to arrive at your designated meet up spot. It wasn't that you were late, no.. far from that, Rollo was unbelievably early to your meet up spot, but he couldn't help it, he wanted to see you, the two of you went to separate schools and had separate classes, it was rare for you to meet up with him, so how could he not, make sure to come early.. Maybe coming over half an hour early was a bit overkill though.. 

But it was worth it, coming early, waiting for what seemed to be hours for you to arrive.. Was all worth it, when he saw your face again. He greeted you happily with a smile, as he excitedly guided you throughout the city. Today was your three month anniversary, and Rollo has decided that they should explore the City of Flowers, trying out many different pastries and exploring the sights together. He wasn’t one for long sluggish walks in the hot sun, where he felt like death, yet today, the weather was perfect, as he guided you throughout the park, where you two met up. 

The two of you looked around the park, going on a couple of rides in the park, there wasn't many as the target demographic was definitely not you both, however you both enjoyed your time there, mid way through, Rollo found an ice cream booth, and you both couldn't help but try one of the odd special options, it was new and you both did plan on exploring the area and trying all of the sweets, they had to offer, so why not start off strong? 

The ice cream tasted good actually, the combinations of flavors seemed a bit unsatisfactory to look at but it tasted amazing, the two of you finished your dessert, and Rollo offered you a hand, which you graciously accepted, he lead you throughout the outskirts of town, and the two of you found yourselves, going through town and the many shops on the street, enjoying the view and scenery, and the affordable prices! 

The two of you found yourselves looking around the boutiques and antique shops, looking around for things you wanted, seemingly window shopping, sometimes stopping at street vendors and buying an occasional snack, for the 'city of flowers', the food there was probably the best part of it all, though that's not to say that the scenery was inferior.  

Rollo found himself taking multiple photos of you, asking you to pose for a picture as he took them, he wasn't often in these photos as he sat there admiring your beauty as he shot many pictures of you under the sun, in many different beautiful settings, basking in your beauty, he complimented you multiple times throughout the day, though it wasn't as blunt as one would expect, as he'd get shy when admitting how he felt, and how beautiful he actually thought you were. 

The two of you had bought quite more stuff than you had expected as the trip's main intention and goal was to just sightsee and experience the culture and taste the sugary treats, but both of you enjoyed your anniversary nonetheless, buying matching bracelets, they were made of sterling silver and they held a mini charm of sorts, and the magnet on the charm was laced with magic, so it would only connect to it's missing pair, which Rollo wore. 

Rollo had also gifted you with small handmade hair clips, they were purple and white in color, with a simple design and charm on them, the gesture was cute, especially when you knew that he hand made them, taking the time to make it specifically for you. He put the matching set of clips on your hair, decorating your bangs, as he smiled, “You look so pretty…”, he said unconsciously, blushing slightly when he realized what he had said. You chuckled in response, which only made the man all the more flustered.

The two of you had finally made a stop, at an actual cafe, tired from walking with all these bags, especially you, you who refuted Rollo's help and made a front about how you could carry all your bags, confidently, only to be shocked with the revolution, that you cannot actually carry all the bags around, continuously, and function while walking for an hour straight. 

As the two of your orders are taken, Rollo sighs, laying his head on the table and looking at you with a soft smile, "Thank you for spending the day with me today dear... I love you…", he said with a big smile, as he closed his eyes, drifting to sleep…. maybe you should wake him up after your order arrives, he looked adorable in this state.

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[it-happened-one-fic]

The Pleasure - Rollo (Glorious Masquerade)

Author Notes: So, I've been having a lot of fun reading Glorious Masquerade and I saw an opening and received encouragement from friends to just go ahead and write some fics for this event. So here's Rollo's and this will possibly be the only Rollo fic I ever write. The dance in this fic was inspired by the Ländler Allemande which can be seen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuWq7S6pFvQ. The fic was written to “Tu Vas me Détruire” from Notre Dame de Paris by Daniel Lavoie. As per usual, reader is gender neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ sfw/ Glorious Masquerade/ pining/ fluff/ dancing

Word Count: 1854

It was almost strange to be at a masquerade ball after everything that had just happened the night before. And everyone was just dancing away without care, as if nothing had occurred.

I glanced around at the smiling faces that made it seem like this social had gone out without a hitch when I knew all too well that it had almost ended in tragedy.

A crimson red had washed across Fleur City yet again, and yet here we were. Seemingly celebrating our survival despite the cause of it all stood right across the room from me. His arms crossed as he eyed the merry-making.

And yet, despite the fact that Rollo had put us in very real danger and was beyond hypocritical, I found that I wasn’t actually that upset with him. In fact, I almost pitied him.

He’d been so misled and driven to such mad acts, and it reminded me painfully of all the overblots I’d already experienced.

It was true. He’d been beyond wrong in what he’d done. But so had they, and I was friends with them now. 

Perhaps that was why I found myself making my way across the room until I was standing quietly next to him. He glanced my way, his grey-green eyes sliding towards where I stood until his gaze at last rested on mine.

His poker face was present as always, but I had no doubt that his careful mask hid the disdain he currently felt at the merriment spread out before him.

“Looks like the social was a success…. Congratulations,” I was almost surprised that he allowed me to see the rueful smile that slipped across his face at my words. But then, I suppose he had little to hide at this point. I already knew everything.

“Yes, you and your friends must be pleased,” His typically soft voice held a distinct tinge of malice, and I frowned slightly. But I knew how he’d interpreted my words, even if that wasn’t how I meant them.

He thought I was mocking him for his failed plan. But, in actuality, my congratulations were genuine.

“I’m not mocking you. Even if your plan failed, you still managed to gather all of these students and hold a successful social.” I glanced his way, noting the bitter frown on his face even as I continued, “Your classmates said you worked really hard on all of this. I realize it was just a ruse, but it’s still impressive.”

He was silent as I finished, eyeing me closely before he let out a soft sigh, “Then you should join them. You’re friends.” 

As he spoke, he gestured to the crowd of people who danced with one another. Their motions were unfamiliar and not among the courtly dances that Trein had taken the time to teach me before we came here.

I smiled slightly before shaking my head, “No… I don’t actually think I could keep up with any of them.” I laughed slightly to myself before looking back his way, fully expecting to see a mocking expression on his face but instead being met with one of quiet thoughtfulness.

“You do not know the same raucous dances?” I snorted at his words before shaking my head.

“No, I can get by fairly well, and Trein taught me some more classic, courtly styles of dancing, but nothing like what they’re doing.” I smiled fondly out at the crowd of young men, dancing intricate but fast-paced dances that I knew I could never keep up with.

“Come then,” My eyes widened at his soft voice before I looked his way, only to find him holding out his hand.

I stared at him for a brief moment in silent surprise before I felt a smile slip onto my face, “I didn’t think you would like dancing. You talked about what ‘nonsense’ it was during the Topsy-turvy festival.”

His lips twitched slightly at my words, but he tilted his head slightly, “Yes, but you are a guest here at the social I put together. It would be poor form for me to let you be left out of the celebrations for the guests.”

I glance at his outstretched hand, murmuring a quiet, “I suppose so,” before meeting his gaze once more.

“Still, I’m not the best at dancing,” I offered as a way of explanation, and his eyebrows rose. His face full of disbelief, that showed exactly how unimpressed he was with my excuse.

“You said your professor taught you some dances. Was the Ländler Allemande among them?” I nodded slowly at his question, already realizing that I was going to be dancing with him for better or worse. 

Perhaps it was his petty means of revenge for me coming over here, but I slowly rested my fingers in his outstretched hand, accepting his invitation since I knew when to give up, “Yes, he did.”

He nodded, leading me out onto the floor that had, not all that long ago, been covered with firelotuses that he’d left as a trap for my friends. 

I saw some of my classmates looking over curiously and almost warily to where I walked with him, hand in hand, until he raised his arm and I obediently twirled under it until we were facing each other once more.

His gaze held mine as he bowed slightly, and I bobbed in a sort of curtsey. And then we began to dance.

We walked forward with a slight swinging motion to our arms, that remained the only thing holding us together. He lifted his arm for me to twirl under once before he reached out with his other hand.  And I accepted, letting him spin me so that my back was to him. 

One of my arms crossed over my waist to continue holding his hand, while the other arched over my head to meet his in a sort of frame around us. 

I briefly met Trein’s gaze from where our teacher sat. A slight smile on his face as I made use of his lessons and danced, not with one of the young men from NRC, but with Rollo. But I supposed this was what the social was, in form, for. 

For the students of one school to get to know those of another.

And despite his entire plot that had put me in danger at the time, I truly did not feel uncomfortable at the moment, save for the stares our motions earned us.

But then, everyone else was doing far more modern dances, and here me and Rollo were, doing a courtly dance.

We circuited back around to the middle of the room and separated before reaching towards one another again, this time with our wrists crossed. Our hands found one another yet again, and our arms raised. With me spinning under the arch our arms provided first, and then him next. 

His gaze held mine with an unreadable stare as we each took a step back and swung our arms apart in a graceful arc while our others, still tied together by our linked hands, lowered to keep us attached by a single hand hold.

And then we repeated the motion again. Our arms crossing elegantly over and under one another as we shifted backwards and forwards across the floor. 

The dance steadily began repeating its motions until he took my hands in his and held them over my head so that I could twirl before stopping.

 We stood parallel to one another, but side by side. Looking at each other as two of our interlocked hands arched in between us. Forming a sort of window that our free hands slid through to find one another again.

Almost like we were keeping a distance between us by forming a sort of wall that could still be passed through just so our hands could remain linked.

It was the part of the dance that had troubled me the most when Trein had been teaching me. I’d gotten tangled up countless times, but this time it was only easy motions.

I swallowed slightly as we spun together, his eyes remaining presently locked with mine as we slowly spiraled. Somehow, having made our way to the center of the ballroom’s floor. 

And then, as easy as breathing, he spun me out, and our eye contact was broken as we made another circuit around the floor with my back to him as we promenaded our way around.

This time I saw that Grim was staring at me wide-eyed from where he’d joined Professor Trein. Like he couldn’t believe that I was dancing with Rollo, of all people.

But, to be fair, I could hardly believe it myself. I hadn’t been joking when I’d said I didn’t think Rollo liked dancing, and I certainly hadn’t expected to find myself dancing with him.

But there was no hesitation in his motions as we made our way back around with him guiding me to spin across the floor in front of him until I was the one behind him. Our hands were still gripping one another as he shifted me from one side to another in the midst of another, smaller circuit.

“For someone who doesn’t enjoy dancing, you seem to know the steps to this dance rather well,” I found my voice when my eyes briefly caught his once again as we shifted positions once more. My back once again to his chest.

He leaned around me, looking at me through our arched arms that framed us once more, “It was once an important part of one’s education to learn such dances.”

His voice matched mine in softness as we each inclined our heads towards each other before he shifted back to my other side.

“So I’m told. But you seem to have taken that quite seriously,” We each inclined our heads once more as I spoke.

We slid apart, but he kept one of my hands in his so that we were in the exact same pose we started in. Side by side, looking towards one another.

“Indeed, despite my distaste for such things, that does not lessen their importance in history,” So saying, he quietly began to walk with me back across the floor. And this time, people parted, making a path for us back to the wall we’d just been standing at earlier.

I nodded slightly as we emerged from the crowd, which continued to stare at us. No doubt a myriad of thoughts circulating through their minds.

“I see. Well, thank you for putting yourself through something you so dislike for me,” I smiled at him slightly as we both turned to look back out at the dancers, who slowly began to spiral across the floor again. 

Why so many had stopped to watch us, I did not know. But I would ask Deuce about it later. Perhaps he would know.

Rollo’s voice was soft as he answered, but I caught his words nonetheless, and they caused me to look towards him in quiet surprise, even though he kept gazing out at the crowd, “The pleasure was all mine.”

[twstjam]

Black Fire

Quick drabble because I was thinking about the importance of love to dragons in twst but also in Barbie's version of the Swan Lake, where Odette is weakened because her lover professed his love to someone else. So, I decided to combine the two :) Pairing: Malleyuu/Malleus x Reader Setting: Ambiguous. Non-canon Warnings: Hurt no comfort. Not proofread.

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Dragons are known as possibly the most powerful beings in Twisted Wonderland. They are possessive, selfish, with an even more fearsome temper to boot.

So who could've guessed that a dragon's biggest strength and weakness is love?

Not anyone and especially not you. You hadn't even known Tsunotarou was a dragon until almost a year after a meeting him, until after almost three months of having been planted the seeds of affection for him within you.

You should've been able to guess. After all, love and companionship are important things to him, more important than even his beloved gargoyles. It's obvious in the way he keeps his family close; how he recalls memories of Silver's youth fondly, is endeared by Sebek's overzealousness, and hangs onto Lilia's every word. It's obvious in how he wraps himself around you, leaning his chest against your back and looping his arms around your torso and purrs in delight at your acceptance of his affection. Obvious in how he gifts you little trinkets from his expansive collection of memorabilia, how he had put effort into appeasing your friends with gifts that suited their interests when he had unintentionally upset them. He is possessive and selfish just like the stories say, but despite being these things, he still allows your friends to steal your time, has even begun to grow closer to them himself too.

You should've been able to guess just how precious love was to him. How dearly he holds it in his heart. How dearly he holds you in his heart. How, even though he sneaks glances at you and brushes your hand fleetingly in ways that he does with no one else and boldly visits you uninvited, you should not have dismissed his behavior as mere eagerness.

It shouldn't have taken you this long to realise Malleus's feelings. Shouldn't have taken him inviting you into a room overlooking his lush rose garden to realise that your blossoming feelings are reciprocated.

When Malleus confesses to you, looks into your eyes and captivates you with the glow of his green irises, you finally put the pieces together and see it, the intensity of his feelings for you that have itself taken form a gorgeous bloom that rivals the roses of his cherished garden.

You're so amazed, enchanted by him like you always are, that you barely notice the cacophony of squeaking bats outside the window.

You're watching Malleus closely, taking in every inch of his flawless features. His eyes are hesitant, his head tilted slightly away from you and a handkerchief held over his glossy lips in an almost shy manner that makes your heart flutter with endearment.

"Do you accept my feelings?" he murmurs.

Your chest feels so pleasantly warm that it almost feels as if you might be melting from the inside-out. You reach out your hand and the commotion outside is like white noise to you as Malleus accepts your hand and your fingers entertwine. They fit perfectly against each other, and nothing has ever felt more right.

You take a soft, shuddering breath, hold it within you like something holy, and use it to utter the precious words:

"I do. I love you too. I always have."

Malleus smiles, so big and wide, and the delicate breath instead escapes in a startled gasp at the way his bright eyes darken into a deep emerald.

"I had hoped you'd say that."

Your head snaps toward the windows, finally hearing the bats screech in alarm. Your eyes are drawn down to the garden, where the roses wilt and die right as the magic within them drains before your very eyes.

You tug your hand out of his and stumble back in horror. The expression he's making is so wrong on Malleus's face, his lips pulling back to bare his teeth in a triumphant grin, his eyes wide and cruel.

"Who are you?!" you scream at the impostor. "Where's Malleus?!"

"That doesn't matter now!" the man laughs wickedly. Orange fire engulfs his body, the heat making you wince, and a white-haired man, wide-eyed and manic, looks back at you with a mocking smile. "You already confessed your love to me. Thanks to you, darling, that evil master of the abyss can now be vanquished!"

The windows burst open and the bats swarm in, squealing in anguish. Rollo Flamm merely laughs as he's engulfed in flame once again and disappears before they reach him. You're left standing stunned and horrified, listening to the fading sound of his laughter, before the bats begin to claw at you to grab your attention.

You don't question the bats as they lead you. You follow them, so frantic that you trip over yourself, and nearly fall to your knees when you leave into an empty hallway and see Malleus sprawled on the floor, unmoving, his robes scattered around him like spilled ink.

"No!" the agonized scream comes out of you unbidden, and you do fall to your knees once you've reached Malleus's side. You cradle his face in shaking hands, and your heart twists at how cold his skin feels. His eyes are closed and he's breathing but it's slow, as well as his pulse, as if he's merely in a deep sleep. You know he isn't, because the familiar energy of his magic electrifying the air isn't present. Instead, you can feel it draining with each passing second.

A dragon's biggest strength is love, but it is also his weakness.

You should've been able to guess—You should've noticed. It shouldn't have taken you holding Malleus's weakening body in your arms to realise that—

Malleus Draconia is in love with you, but because of that love, when you had professed your love to another, you had also thrown away all his magic just as you had thrown away his heart.

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Rollo Flamame headcanon

Rollo would be an obsessive and worshipful yandere.

He would obsess over your "purity" and how you can't do magic.

Rollo would also adore these traits in you.

You would be his angel.

Rollo would have heard about the NRC student who doesn't have magic.

But it wasn't until he met you that he realized how "pure" you are.

He wouldn't want to let you go back there.

They will only spoil your purity.

But Rollo could protect you.

He could secure your innocence.

He and only him.

Rollo wouldn't want to kidnap you at first.

He would initially try to convince you to stay with him.

Because it would be much safer with him.

And rollo would be sure that you understand your own best.

But if it doesn't work…

well, in that case, he doesn't have much choice.

Rollo would make rules that would be quite protective.

And he expects you to follow them.

And if you don't Rollo won't hesitate to punish you.

Discipline and order are a good thing even if it hurts you momentarily.

But if you obeyed Rollo would be surprisingly gentle.

However, all this is for your own good.

Or so he says.

[smokesandsonatas]

Could i request Che'nya and Neige for the chubby MC ask as well if it's not a problem?

I'd love to see Che'nya randomly pulling up at Ramshackle just so he can squish and knead MC to his hearts content! And maybe he even purrs while he does it!!(≧▽≦) (Sorry im kinda brainrotting on him rn)

Make the reader gn if it's not a problem please!!

-This took so long, thanks for patiently waiting.-

Chubby Reader MC X Twisted Wonderland Chenya, Neige, and Rollo (bonus).

The second, or maybe third time you saw Chenya, he was already squealing in glee. You've already met him a couple of times to get familiar with him, and as such, his tactics don't surprise you anymore—well,  at least some of his shenanigans. This maniacal grinning cat is laughing, letting out cute sounds of "nyaa~" as he teases you with playful poking of your cheeks and arms. Once you visit the dorm of Heartslabyul, you wait for Trey to give you his fresh batch of homemade cupcakes after running an errand for him. You almost screamed bloody murder when Chenya's head suddenly appeared behind your shoulders, his invisible hand playfully kneading your tummy while purring. What? Chenya is a cat, and you know how fascinating you are for feline creatures like him. He was purring, while squishing his face against your cheeks. "So squishyyyyy nyyaaa~". You can only let out a surprised sound; as fast as Chenya appeared, he disappeared when Trey came to you, holding the cupcakes you've been waiting for.

If there's one thing Neige is used to seeing, it's people with model-esque bodies. Tall people with slim to almost thin figures; His beauty subjects him to being surrounded by beautiful people per se. And for Neige, he came to associate them with the pressure of keeping up his image. There's one thing you never knew, and perhaps he has no intention of letting you know. But he saved every picture of you posted by Rook and Vil in Magicam. Neige stumbled upon your picture in one of Vil's posts, and he was fascinated with you. You see, your figure is something he can compare to a well-fed bird. One that healthily chirps. Then he met you in VDC, and Neige couldn't stop himself from wanting to talk to you upfront, if not for Vil or Rook standing by your side. One of these days, though, Neige is planning to send you a letter, inviting you to view his latest movie with him. All expenses are paid by him, of course.

Rollo has every bit of polite peculiarity. The first time you saw him, he was welcoming. Yet he mumbles quite a lot under his handkerchief, which makes you feel like he's speaking negatively about you. And with what he did during the Masquerade Ball, well, that's up to interpretation. To your utter surprise before you left, Rollo sought to talk to you alone, yet you noticed he was sweating a little, which got you concerned, of course. So you asked Rollo to sit next to you, and to your utter surprise, he asked very politely if he could pinch your cheeks! You said yes, of course, and that's all Rollo did—he pinched your squishy cheeks. And then he was suddenly walking away from you with a handkerchief in his mouth, that's when you noticed. Rollo's face looks red, and he refuses to meet your eyes, just like that he was walking away from you, gone from your sight. Huh, must be the heat, right?

Right.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi!

Could i have yandere dorm leaders + floyd with a flirty incubus / succubus reader?

Thank you!

Succubus/Incubus Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Its the—flirty and promiscuous because I’m hungry for me. It’s a matter of eating well or not at all when it comes to your existence as an succubus/incubus. You can’t even worry about the oddly sweet and bitter taste of obsession since that’s all you’ll be getting from your greatest chefs: 

Rollo Flamme

What a perfect meal

Stifled and raging Rollo’s internalized hatred is a feast

Not to mention his immediate attraction to you as someone ‘without magic’ 

He can’t help but try and correct you

Giving you just enough to keep you thirsting for more

He may not realize until later of what you truly are

But from your first meeting he’s been suspicious

Even when he’s created something that brings you to your knees

The passion he has you hooked on never stops 

In fact it rises as he becomes dependant on your constant feeding

One could say you were a match made in heaven

Floyd Leech

He’s a unique taste 

A wild, moody, and unpredictable source

That getting close enough to get a taste may result in you being carried off

Not to mention he chases off your other meals

It’ll get annoying 

But it’s much better than your meals becoming sour because Floyd had a word with them

Guess you both will have to satisfy one another’s appetite