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#twisted wonderland reader insert
twstedstoryshop · 1 month
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FINALLY, I return properly. Kind of. Reason I've been away for so long was because of insane convention season and also had this bad boy in the works. This is one of two commissions done for a friend. Hope you all can enjoy yourselves for the crumbs I produce. -SK
CONTENT WARNING: Blood, violence, depressed s/o, and mentions of toxic past relationships.
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Your New Boyfriends Runs Into Your Ex
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While Rook Hunt was one of many to find camaraderie in a den of villains, that didn’t mean chivalry was dead to him. Certainly not him.
Under his keen gaze, he knew that when a certain topic was broached, you would shy away instantly. Paled knuckles, a panicked gaze, and your bottom lip near to splitting open by how badly you chewed down.
It was like he was seeing a rabbit or deer caught in a trap, frantic with no escape. Though his heart had been trained to a perfect steel and not feel for his quarry, when he sees that look in your eyes, all defenses fall away.
The topic? Well, the worries of what the future held for you. Moreso in far off days. Would you continue to have your friends by your side? Would someone ever cherish you? Have a deeper connection?
For Rook, it was a no-brainer because of course! Who else was more worthy of adoration and praise than his dear petite grâce? As he would declare this in all his usual grandeur, a small smile would form on your lips, but that happiness never reached your eyes.
Doubt clouded that sweet gaze of yours. In its own way, seeing such clear eyes be veiled by sadness was heartachingly beautiful. Yet it was a beautiful scene Rook couldn’t bear to behold for too long.
When it came to keeping track of you, Rook was extra considerate. If one can call it that… In his mind, he kept careful track of those you interacted with. He watched your mannerisms, your dialogue, anything amiss he would file it away. But for the longest time, it didn’t seem like an outside force was troubling you.
For a moment, Rook considered that whatever wounded your heart was a scar from a distant past he had yet to uncover. What he didn’t expect was said wound abruptly appearing on a normal day.
From a vantage point, perhaps from a second story window or among the trees that dotted the campus, Rook had caught sight of you stone-still on your walk. Before you, an NRC student he couldn’t recall. He didn’t really have time to register the man when Rook had just attention all on you.
Your wide, hollow eyes. Your chest rising and falling rapidly. How you froze so perfectly under the gaze of this man. It was a scene Rook was all too familiar with. Prey terrified beyond its own mind to run, to hide, or even fight.
Your rational mind couldn’t comprehend what your ex was even saying to you as panic held you in its overbearing clutch. The world grew dizzying and just when you felt like your heart would give out, right then and there, a broad arm wrapped around your shoulders.
“Ah, there you are, ma petite grâce. I was looking all over for you. You made me a bit worried, you know!”
It was hard to look up at him as Rook’s hat was tipped just enough for the shadows to mask his features. But your ex needed only one glance for the role of prey to be forced on him. Green eyes with a gaze so sharp, so precise like a notched arrow perfectly aligned to fire, bored right into him.
It didn’t take much time before the ex backpedaled away with his tail between his legs, now only leaving you with Rook.
Rook would face you, gripping your forearms firmly. His expression, soft though. He called out for you, trying his best to snap you from your daze. When you finally realized it was him now before you, your body moved on its own before you could think. A heaviness made you fall against his chest. You shivered, maybe tears and sobs escaping you.
Rook held you so close against him. Like he was cradling a sculpture of the most delicate porcelain. As if one scratch or knock would crumble you into fine dust.
A single hand held the back of your head protectively, letting you weep as much as you wanted against his shirt. His chin nestled along your hair. You would be so blissfully unaware of Rook’s gaze. A complicated stare into space as his mind swam with many thoughts.
Rook always found beauty in the oddest of places. Yet for the first time, there was something Rook found utterly detestable. A vile image that was a blot in his picturesque vision and that was your ex, the source of your pain. But from that ugliness, he did find a most exquisite sensation. A drive to hunt. An unyielding need to protect you.
While he couldn’t spring into action earlier, his quarry was marked. A hunter is patient and he can wait as long as he needs to for one slip-up, one more attempt to dare get near you, and Rook would be sure to let loose a vicious arrow.
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There is a tension between you and Floyd on certain days. While most times, it would be all fun and games, just him and his little Shrimpy. But Floyd wasn’t blind to the weight you carried.
It would irritate him on a dime when you obviously had thoughts clouding your mind. So much so that you fidget anxiously or not even pay attention to him. His sharp voice would call over the din of thoughts and you’d see the eel practically inches away from your face.
His dual colored eyes glared at you and a slight frown pulled at his lips. “Geez, what the hell is goin’ on with you!?” He doesn’t mean to be so crass, but to see his Shrimpy unsettled, it frustrated him. 
Moreso that he can’t exactly pinpoint what was going on with you, that he can’t just squeeze it to a pulp and boom, no more problems!
He knew you had your walls and such walls took time to lower to let him in. Floyd had the patience as a waiting moray eel, but if he had the proactiveness to actually act upon his patience? That’s a whole other story. When it came to you, he just wanted to see you happy and unbothered. All reasoning would flutter out the window.
It may or may not have taken a lot of squeezing and thinly veiled threats to your friends for them to fess up information you couldn’t bear to unload on Floyd. A common name would be passed around, an ex from your past. Just the thought that someone else had their hands on you nearly made Floyd break bones if not for the pitiful yelps of your friends to release them in time.
Questions whirled in that skull of his. Why have you never brought this up to him? What did this ex do to you that made you shy away from him? Where was this scumbag now? All of these worries would bleed into his daily life and if it weren’t for Jade and Azul to straighten him out, he would have been throwing tantrums left and right.
It wasn’t until one day that all his frustrations would come to a boiling point into a final, satisfying crescendo. At least for him.
Work was to be done at Mostro Lounge. Floyd was on duty to be a waiter along with yourself. Both of you have opted to be in an awkward silence in your relationship and it was evident by how you both avoided one another, unsure of how to really talk about your issues.
Floyd had taken an order from a particular student, one he could easily sniff out as a rude bastard by his mannerisms and his tones. But if Floyd’s temper got the better of him, he’d never hear the end of it from Azul. He would hand off the order to you to at least serve drinks.
Everything seemed normal until suddenly a glass shattered. All eyes shifted to you who shivered in place. The tray rattled in your hands and below you a cascade of broken glass.
“Y-you…” “The fuck…? What the hell are you doing here!? And look at what you did to my drink! You’re still incompetent as ever, tch!”
You wanted to cry, scream, run away. You felt so ashamed, being treated like garbage again from an ex you swore you’d never let walk all over you again. But at the height of stress, you couldn’t bring yourself to stand up for yourself. Pathetic, absolutely pathetic…
That is until a sing-song, nonchalant voice slid right up behind you. “Ahhhh, what a shame. I apologize on the behalf of our lil waiter here. They’re just nervous is all. Here~ Why don’t I make it up to ya? I can serve ya a drink right here, right now. On the house~” “Finally, some decent fucking service…”
You looked up at Floyd and saw that dangerous glint in his eyes. How his pupils honed on the poor fool as his smile widened so tightly across his face. He reached for a spare glass that was left on the table, presented it with a flourish to your ex, and coyly said, “Readyyyy~? Watch carefully.”
Then, his hand flew so quick to grab a clump of your ex’s hair and slammed it squarely on the glass. The crunch of glass, your scream, and the screech of chairs being pushed back as patrons jumped.
“GYAHAHA, YOU LIKE IT!? IT’S MOSTRO LOUNGE’S OWN PERSONAL RED. Ahhhh, but the red comin’ from you? Pfft, it ain’t worth the shit under my shoe…” Your ex could barely register what was even being said to him from the glass embedded in his face and blood gushing from his nose and broken lips.
Hands covered your mouth in terror as you could barely register what was happening. From panicked students screaming to Azul and Jade holding Floyd back from beating the poor ex to a pulp. All you could really register was the horrifying satisfaction deep in your chest, seeing the one who hurt you so much battered under the hand of someone who protected you…
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Leona has his own ways of caring but most of the time, if you cannot read between the lines, it may come off as uncaring.
He does care, but don’t expect a coddling man rushing to be your knight when you are feeling sorry for yourself. The last thing he wants to do is pity you as he knows all too well the humiliation of being pitied.
Instead he observes, he watches, he’s keen to everything you do that isn’t a part of your daily life. In sly ways, he tries to break your moments of dissociating. He calls your name sharply to snap you out of your funk and gives you a menial task.
Telling you to maybe preen his mane, join Ruggie on an errand, what have you. It’s better to keep yourself occupied than whatever is plaguing your mindscape.
Sometimes, he will even abruptly lean against you, his weight toppling the both of you over. Even if you protest under him, he will insist he’s really tired and just wants something warm beside him to help him sleep. In truth, it’s just another way to stop your self-deprecating thoughts.
Though he will speak up in annoyance if your depressed thoughts start to bleed into your relationship. It will sting, but he means well. He tells you gruffly that he’s not in the mood to lay next to baggage. He wants only his partner, dammit.
You may argue, you may not, it depends on how you react but at the end of it, one way or another, you’re going to have to face him and this problem that hangs over you.
If you take time before approaching him or spill everything in one go, he will wait patiently and listen. But cowardice by running away he won’t accept and would want answers promptly.
One way or another, the truth has to come from you and you explain the thoughts that coil around you like a petulant serpent. A name and face that digs into your chest horribly. Your ex and the ways he has hurt you in many ways.
Leona listens stoically, letting you share your story before acknowledging and commending the strength it took for you to finally admit this. He knows all too well the pains of the past, he shares in your frustrations. But the past stays in the past for a reason.
Now it’s you and him now. You define yourselves here in the present. If anyone says otherwise? Well, he’d like to see them try.
Who would have known that such a time would come so soon when one day, someone had the gall to start harassing you right in the Savanaclaw dorm.
That same face that always lingered around you like a ghost was here right now in the flesh, taunting you at the edges of the Spelldrive field. Your ex sneered at you, wondering what the hell you were doing around here during his practice hours. Had the nerve to accuse you of stalking him despite your split.
Your anger boiled your blood, your face flushed. Your nerves alighted with a burning fury that made the dorm’s dry heat pale in comparison. But your body did not respond to you. Your throat froze despite wanting to curse and yell out at your ex.
What neither you expected though while your mouth gasped for something, anything to throw at this scumbag, was a lion’s roar peeling across the field. A shadow loomed over your ex and both of you looked up to a silhouette blocking the sun and a pair of piercing green eyes.
Astride his broom, Leona stared squarely at the ex. “For a minute, I thought I heard annoying squawks from a mangy vulture, but now I just see a whelp. Having the nerve to approach my partner…”
Without missing a beat, Leona lowered himself to the ground and sauntered right over to your ex. Your ex tried to stand his ground but anyone could tell he was practically shaking in his spot.
“So.... What were you two talking about?” It was such a simple question. So trivial. But the way Leona spoke each word, it was like a pair of hungry jaws were ready to snap behind every syllable. He dared for your ex to slip up.
“N-nothing… Nothing at all… I was l-leaving…” “Hooo?” Leona’s tail whipped behind him in amusement. “So you just waltzed up to my partner and gawked at them? Nothing left your useless, flapping gums? I can hardly believe that.”
Leona’s knuckles cracked as he flexed his hand and for a quick second, you swore you saw wind and dust particles gather between his finger tips. The air felt still and you heard your ex gulp audibly from a dry throat. Then, a sudden calmness.
“But if you were just about to leave, then by all means, scurry along. I hate people wasting my time.”
To which your ex immediately did, turning on his heel, so close to make a run for it. Then, like a giant paw slamming atop a helpless mouse, Leona’s hand roughly grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.
“A warning since I’m feeling so generous today… Don’t ever let me catch you near them again. Ya hear me? Or else, I’ll make you a nice addition to the scenery. We could always add more sand and bones.” Leona cracked a toothy smirk with darkness in his eyes. His fangs glinted in the sun and it was then you truly realized the fierce lion you had taken in as your boyfriend.
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lovehotelreservation · 3 months
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it's one in the dang morning on a tuesday and leona's woken you up for a midnight snack. what, like it's your fault he slept right through dinner time again? you're not even that hungry! (sixty nine, facesitting)
"Oi, just because you're not hungry--"
The fact that Leona--notorious for being a proponent against the concept and philosophy of effort--was even bothering to speak while his mouth was currently occupied was astounding to you.
After all, while he continued to lie comfortably beneath you, his lips were much too busy with switching between kisses and suckles against your drooling center, his tongue savoring your slickness with each slow, indulgent drag up and down. With you situated right on his face, he kept his large hands resting comfortably on your ass while he continued to feast, his clawed fingers squeezing your bottom as he sought to taste you further.
Never to be denied the chance to be spoiled even more, he was also treated to the hot wet heat of your mouth engulfing his cock and the warm soft touch of your palms massing his balls. Though, while he was being treated, it didn't stop you from preciously huffing over being stirred from your slumber just moments before.
And thus, as he continued to speak, a smirk lazily found its way to his lips as he swiped the flat of his tongue repeatedly around your clit, all while lifting his hips to push his dick further into your mouth as you squirmed and moaned all the more.
"--doesn't mean you still can't enjoy a good mouthful of fresh milk."
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insomuse · 1 year
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- ̗̀May I have some TWST boys with their GN!S/O who treats Grim like their baby (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) you can choose whoever characters you wanna put! I don't mind!
My baby, our baby.
     ▸SFW.          ▸GN! Reader .          ▸Req?: Si~
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៶𖥨. He knew you and Grim were close. But not as close for a parent-child bond?
៶𖥨. Albeit it just made him fall even more in love with you by how attentive and caring you are for the feline. He’s always in a daze when he Watches you and Grim interact.
៶𖥨. He even gives you tips and tricks that he has used on the others he’s raised, and it works like a charm!
Grim’s stubborn and not listening?
Lure him in with bribery and that he won’t get it until he listens fufu~
៶𖥨.Although this Fae doesn’t mind how parently you are to Grim, he does suggest that you two get alone time too.
You can literally go a day without Grim and vice versa. Please, you’ll both live! Ace and Deuce will take him- totally- he didn’t blackmail them or anything…
៶𖥨. But other than that, he does love playing family with you two~ it gives him an excuse to prep family dinners more often!.. Just- pray. Believer or not… pray and write a will while you’re at it..
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⌁. Doesn’t like the sharing of attention… well, it was okay at first. But then it got to be too much.
He treats it like a competition.
And yes, you do give him plenty of attention, he’s just stubborn and greedy. He needs to understand that Grim is your baby and that’s final.
⌁. Grim is also a bit against your relationship with Floyd— that eel keeps tricking and getting him trouble!
⌁. Step dad and step child going head to head type beat.
⌁. Floyd is subtle when you’re not looking with his threats to that cat, but said cat is loud with it and points out what he’s doing only for you to turn and see Floyd busy with something and quirk a brow at Grim.
Floyd shoots a quick grin in Grim’s direction and then go back yo feigning innocence.
It don’t stop there!
⌁. Grim is laying on your lap being petted? He wants to take over.
You’re feeding Grim by hand? That’s his spot now. And in his words; sharing is caring and you agreed much to Grim’s dismay.
Bathing Grim? He tried to replace when you weren’t looking, but he just got bashed in the face with a Loofah while you sported a glowing blush and a hissing Grim blasting fireballs instead..
⌁. That was not a good idea…. This only resorted in you giving Grim more attention in comforting after what he witnessed.
Those innocent feline eyes are forever tainted.
⌁. Jade teases him about this attempt. Jade knows he could do better than this. I guess it is true that love makes you stupid.
Bah! Jade is the stupid one, he don’t know what he’s talking about.. well— maybe- just a tad?
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𒀭He finds it amusing and joins in as treating Grim as his own once the two of you are official.
𒀭 He loves how caring you are to the talking feline!
𒀭 He dotes and spoils Grim like no tomorrow.
𒀭 You can’t afford the Mostro sea fish special? Did you forget who you’re married to?? Yes, you heard that right. He tells and brags to everyone about his apparent spouse and child. But Jamil is right behind him to explain that he has yet to actually get married when people look confused and panicked about missing some wedding— especially Kalim’s!
𒀭 Grim is baffled by how far Kalim takes it but has no complaints since he has an unlimited amount of tuna, new collars and anything else he could ever wantbecause of it.
𒀭 And you; absolutely embarrassed but yet, glowing in pride and happiness at your newfound title.
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lynnie-ee · 2 years
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I enjoyed your story about the prefect proposing to the ghost bride. At the end, she tosses the bouquet and walks away but what if some of the boys are moved by her proposal and want to catch the traditional bouquet. How would it play out among them and what will Yuu think when she later sees they have the bouquet? Choose any characters you'd like to focus on. Thank you!
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╰┈➤"The prefect thought everything would go back to normal after the success of her proposal towards Eliza, but it seems like she caught the interest of a certain student with her words."
╰►Lowkey a continuation for this oneshot.
╰►Who's here?: Trey, Cater, Rook, Lilia and Ortho (Platonic, as Idia’s wingman).
╰►Female reader, scenario, non-established relationship.
╰►Note: Thanks for requesting <3 English is not my first language, so feel free to tell me if there's any grammatical mistake!
╰►Masterlist. (requests open)
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﹙❥﹚Trey Clover ❜ ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ
“I guess this is a sign for me to get married, haha…”
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As the prefect throw the bouquet in the air to have a dramatic departure from the cafeteria, she failed to calculate the direction of her toss, and she had to stop in the middle of her walk when she realized the flowers landed in an inconvenient place.
On Trey’s head, to be more exact.
(Y/n) rushed to the vicehousewarden, gently removing the bouquet from his head, an embarrassed expression on her face, as Trey chuckled at her behavior.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to throw it at you, are you alright?”
“Of course, don’t worry. At least you didn’t toss it with too much strength.”
“Hey! I threw it with all my energy! Are you calling me weak?”
“Uh? So, you intended to hit me mercilessly with it then?”
“I never said that.” The prefect playfully smacked Trey’s shoulder, making him laugh again, as he stared fondly at the Ramshackle student.
“But I wonder what might this insinuate? Don’t you think it could be a hint or something?” He smiled, the wedding bouquet now resting in his hands.
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﹙❥﹚Cater Diamond ❜ ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ
“Weddings trends are so cool~ I wonder if I'll go viral once I get married?”
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The next day after the ghost incident, the Ramshackle first-year walked towards the Heartslabyul Dorm to visit her friends, just to make sure they were doing okay after the events of the previous day.
On her way there, she checked Magicam on her phone, scrolling through different posts, most of them from Cater, as he was always the most active out of everyone.
But a certain picture caught her attention, while she walked through the magic mirror. A selfie of Cater, holding her bouquet as he winked at the camera, with a bunch of hashtags on the caption.
"I see you're looking at my pics, (Y/n)! They're fabulous, right?" The third-year student suddenly appeared next to her, it seemed like he just finished painting the roses. "But it's been such a long we’ve uploaded a picture together! I have the #perfect accessory, come with me~”
Once they arrived at his room, he quickly showed the prefect her own flower bouquet, which she used for the proposal the day before.
“This will look great, say cheese (Y/n)!”.
It turned out to be a cute photo, even when the prefect didn’t expect to see the hashtags ‘#WeddingBouquet #PutARingOnIt #MrAndMrsDiamond?’ on the caption.
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﹙𑁍﹚Rook Hunt ❜ ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ
“Such delightful performance! Oh, how marvelous can you be?”
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Right after (Y/n) left the cafeteria, she could hear the sound of steps behind her, and soon, Rook appeared next to the prefect, a pleased smile on his face.
“You were certainly charming, Trickster! The grace and delicacy of your words have blessed my ears, I’ve never been more thankful for being in your glorious presence, I-”
“Is that the bouquet that Epel made for our spectacle from before?” The prefect interrupted, curiously gazing at the flowers that the hunter held.
“Indeed. I couldn’t let such a beautiful arrangement of flowers be wasted, even less after being carried by someone as divine as you.”
“Oh…” The prefect mumbled, a faint tint of red rushing to her cheeks. “Well, you can keep it, if you want…You helped me to come up with those romantic words before, I guess it’s fair.
“I did assist you with the basics, but most of what you said was effective due to your skill. A charm like yours could enchant anyone, mon chéri.” The third-year gazed affectionally towards the Ramshackle prefect.
“Although I hope to be the object of your affections, next time you hold a wedding bouquet.”
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﹙⌦﹚Ortho Shroud ❜ ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ 
(who is on the mission of getting a partner for his shut-in brother)
“Oooh, if you two get married, you’d be my sister-in-law, right?” 
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“(Y/n)! My brother asked me to return your flower bouquet to you!” Appeared Ortho at the Ramshackle door, the morning after the whole incident.
“Ah, hello Ortho.” The prefect greeted, smiling at him. “I actually throw it because of the traditional toss of the weddings, but thanks either way.” She received the flowers, two small papers attached to the flowers. 
‘thx for ur help yesterday. very nice of you ig.’ Was written on one of the notes, the prefect easily recognizing Idia’s handwriting. The other piece of paper was a discount coupon for the videogames store in the city. 
“What tradition?” 
“Well, the bride has to toss the bouquet at the guests, and the one who catches it, it’s supposed to get married next.” (Y/n) explained, confused at the now excited look on Ortho’s face.
“My brother was who caught it!” 
“Really? That’s cool.”
“But it’s probably going to be difficult. He doesn’t interact with a lot of people, you know?”
“Don’t say that! There’s gotta be someone that wants to be with Idia, he’s nice once you get to know him, after all.”
“I guess that leaves you as the only option, perhaps you’d be interested on helping my brother to follow the tradition…?”
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﹙⚔﹚Lilia Vanrouge ❜ ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ
“Fufufu~ Marriage sounds very appealing right now.”
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A week after Idia was kidnapped by the phantom bride, everything had come back to normal. As usual, you went to Diasomnia to visit one of your friends, the vicehousewarden of the said dorm. Lilia invited you regularly to join him at a gaming session, and that day wasn’t an exception.
“Oh, what a coincidence, that bouquet looks just like the one I had last week.”
“It is the same, actually!” The fae explained, chuckling at the confused expression of the prefect. “Isn’t that a human tradition? To catch the bouquet of the bride?”
“Yeah, but why would you want it?”
“I heardthat the one that gets it is supposed to be the next to get married~ And after so long, I think is normal for a man of my age to want a formal relationship, don’t you think?”
(Y/n) laughed at the words of the Diasomnia third-year, thinking he was just joking.
“I think you missed a few steps, Lilia. As far as I’m concerned, you don’t even have a partner. “
The dark-haired fae grinned widely, his entire aura changing, as he gazed confidently at the prefect’s eyes.
“Maybe you can help me with that, (Y/n).”
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frootloopscos · 2 months
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What’s with all the Demons?! (Chapter 2)
Welcome to the Villians’ World (2)
The two, unfortunatley didn't find any information on (Y/N)'s home county, much to the Enby's dissapointment. It was then that Crowley truly believed that the demon slayer was from another world completely. (Y/N) was upset to say the least, one moment asleep in the butterfly mansion, and the next in this random world. However Dire Crowley was "very kind" in his words and informed them that they could stay in the definitely not abandoned dorm known as ramshackle. 
He led them to said dorm, it was on campus and seemed to look like an actual home....it reminded them of their pop's mansion. They missed their moms, pop...and dad... it was then that they realized Crowley was speaking to them and they looked to him, catching up on the last bit of the speech. "And because I am so kind you will be staying here as a janitor and guard for the school, you do have the tools required after all." (Y/N) looked at him confused, "guard?" They asked, "if you're talking about my blade, then I suppose if demons arrive I'll slay them, that is my job after all." They stated crossing their arms. "Wonderful!" Crowley said with a smile, "I'll let you get settled in then, and you'll get your first assignment in the morning!" 
With that the demon slayer walked into the run down dorm, "I can see why they call it Ramshackle now." They mumbled to themself as they began walking around. Eventually going up the stairs and entering one of the rooms, it was in a bit better shape than the other ones so they decided that was to be the room they'd sleep in. They spent a good thirty minutes or so cleaning it out until it looked decent enough. They smiled at their work and moved to the closet to see what may be in there, opening it up their eyes widened. Their haiori, two other swords, their spare demon slayer uniform, and the bird seed bag they usually kept on them were all in there. "How?" They questioned and quickly removed the ceremonial robes they were wearing, hanging them up in the closet, then they took their haiori and hugged it before putting it on. 
They took their other swords and attached them to the other hip, "now I'm complete again." They said with a sigh and left the room, closing the door behind them before going back downstairs. "I suppose I have to clean the other rooms in here as well...it's still early so I could probably get the living area and the kitchen done..." they said to themself as they walked to the other side of the living area, only to realize that it was raining outside....and the rain was coming through their ceiling. "Of course," they mumbled to themself before beginning to look for a bucket. While in the kitchen they heard the front door open. "Is that crow man back?" They asked themself as they walked back to the living area, only to find the cat demon from before complaining about his claiming ears potential going out. 
"Nyah?! What are you doing here?!" The cat asked seeing the Enby, said Enby glared at him and grabbed at their singular sword. "I could ask you the same thing demon." "Hah?! I told you already! I'm no demon! I am the great and powerful grim and I will be the greatest mage!" The Enby unsheathed their sword and pointed it at him, "why are you here? I thought that person had banished you." The demon cat crossed his arms with a frown, "they can try all they want but it was easy to get back on to campus!" He said, a smirk now placed on his face, the Enby sighed and sheathed their sword. "Well, if you're going to stay with me, you need to earn your keep demon," they said crossing their arms.
It was then that some of the previous residents of the dorm decided to show up...as ghosts. "I just don't get a break do i?" The slayer asked themself as they took out their sword, the cat fired literal fire from his mouth. (Y/N) smirked getting an idea, "you said your name is grim right? Well, this is how you earn your keep. Get rid of these demons with me and you can stay for two weeks." They said before crouching down and inhaling deeply, "flame breathing, First form," they said before quickly moving forward and slicing through two of the ghosts, right where their heads would be. "Unknowing Fire." 
Only for nothing to happen, the ghosts began to laugh at the slayer. "We're ghosts! Already dead!" They said to the Enby. They narrowed their eyes at the spirits, "then begone, this is my home now." They said putting their sword away as Grim began to freak out. "I thought you didn't have magic!" He yelled, they looked down to him with a raised brow, "I don't, I'm a demon slayer, I use breathing techniques." They said bluntly and pointed at the ghosts, "use your fire to get rid of them." "You want me to get rid of them?!" Grin yelled, his ears flattening to his head in fear before he closed his eyes, "grrrr, I'm a master sorcerer! I ain't afraid of any dumb ghosts! RRRRRAHHHHH!" And he blasted blue flames at the ghosts...only for him to miss. 
"Grrrr, they keep disappearing and reappearing!" Grim yelled in frustration, "calm down, your eyes are closed, you'll set the dorm ablaze." (Y/N) said to the fire cat, "Shut up! I don't need any lip from you, human!" (Y/N) sighed in annoyance, "perhaps if you beat them the headmage will let you enroll?" Grim's eyes widened as he stares at them, "hmmm, well how come I can't hit a single one of them?!" He yelled to the ghost's amusement. 
This only made the cat angrier, "you're hanging up on us! Y-you're a bunch of cowards!" (Y/N) hummed trying to think of something before they smiled, "Grim, fire to your left." They said seeing a ghost approaching the furry creature. The ghost shrieked as it was hit with a blast of fire and Grim grinned happily.  "Got one! You keep telling me where to hit 'em human!" "Right!" 
Together the demon slayer and the monster successfully removed all of the ghosts before Crowley finally returned. Seeing Grim in the dorm, holding onto (Y/N) as if his life depended on it he was shocked. "Child what is that creature doing here?" He asked (Y/N) as they gently patted Grim's head, "removing your ghost problem! You're welcome by the way!" Grim yelled at Crowley as he leaned into (Y/N)'a affection. After explaining the situation to Crowley he hummed in thought before nodding, "I see I see so you two joined forces to drive them away." He stated, "That's not how I'd describe it. More like I drove 'em all away and the human watched. And I only did it 'cause I want tuna! Hey wait! You still owe me tuna human!" He yelled jumping away from (Y/N). "I never said I'd be giving you any tuna." (Y/N) said raising a brow and looking at the cat. "Would you two be so kind as to demonstrate your eradication method you used for me?" Crowley asked the two. 
"One, no I already wiped 'em all out! And two, no where's my tuna?!" Grim yelled, Crowley crossed his arms, "I'll play the part as the ghosts. As for tuna, you'll receive it when you defeat me, oh how generous I am." He mumbled to himself with a grin. Then pulling a vial of some liquid out of nowhere and drinking it he turned into a ghost. (Y/N)'s eyes widen, one of their hands going to their sword at their hip. "Grim, this is your chance, are you willing to do it once more?" They asked the now grumpy cat, "hrmph, fine! But you owe me a lot more tuna!" He yelled before jumping in front of (Y/N). 
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Hello everyone! I'm so sorry I haven't posted in so long! Updates will be coming more frequently I promise! 
Word count: 1366
Published to Wattpad: Aug. 30th, 2023 
Published to Tumblr: Jan. 30th, 2024
Edited: n/a
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cupids-chamber · 2 years
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Can I please request a Neige Leblanche x joker neautal reader? The reader loves playing pranks and making people laugh but don’t underestimate them, they are quite powerful and able to beat someone else’s ass if they need to.(established relationship plz)
A/N: Sorry it’s short!
Gender Neutral Reader
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Neige LeBlanche
Probably was attracted to the difference between you and him, after all opposites attract.
Enjoys all your pranks and likes that others enjoy it too, would dislike it a bit if you play cruel pranks that make people angry, if you do he’ll explain why you should stop. Other than that he’s fine with your pranks!
Is happy that people enjoy your jokes and that you enjoy making jokes for them as well! 
Would be quite a bit taken aback at your fighting skills but impressed and in awe. 
Kind of like super strong s/o with a soft malewife scenario-
Likes that you don't take criticism and would beat someone up if they insult you, he may need a bit of help talking back but at least you're there!
“_____ you're so cool! I’m so lucky to have you!” Neige smiled so brightly, you swear he was beaming in light.
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alieinthemorning · 2 years
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Could i possibly request "No, you're sick. You're not doing chores until you're better." With leona? Plz and thank you ❤️
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Anonymous asked:
May i request #95 with trey and gn reader?
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"No, you're sick. You're not doing chores until you're better." [Leona Kingscholar | Trey Clover] [400 Follower Event]
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Prompt: 95. "No, you're sick. You're not doing chores until you're better." [Prompt List]
Content: Poly Relationship, Fluff, A Dash of Angst (with Leona)
Pronouns: None
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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.
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Currently, you were in Heartstabyul’s kitchen, attempting to help Trey with the next Unbirthday party.
“But Trey!” You whined. 
However, there was an itty bitty problem. 
He sighed, placing the bowl down. “No, you're sick. You're not helping out until you're better."
You were kinda sorta feeling under the weather.
Not sick—Totally not sick!
Just really exhausted. 
You pouted. “Can you at least get Cater to help you? I don’t want you overworking yourself.”
“Fine, fine.” He smiled, pulling his phone out. “Now go.” 
You gave him a quick peck on the lips before exiting the Heartstabyul dorms. 
With that handled, you decided to check up on your other significant other. 
And it's a good thing that you did, too, because the moment you entered Savanaclaw, you were flagged down by Ruggie. 
“Yo, glad to see you— listen, Leona’s in some sort of funk and—”
You cut him off. “I’m on it.” 
He grinned. “Thanks.” 
Judging by the state of his room, you were pretty sure Leona had received a mandatory phone call from his family.
And he hated talking to his family.
Texting was fine, but he still was dealing with everything since his Overblot, and hearing Falena really set him off. 
He was spread out on his bed, arm thrown over his eyes. “Get the hell out before I make you get out.”
“I don’t think I will.” You moved further in the room. “Now make some room.” 
He rolled over with a grunt.
Back facing you. 
You winced. “Was it that bad?” 
“Yeah, it was.” A pause. “Why are you here? Weren’t you helping with, Mr. Normal?”
You plopped down with a huff. “Yeah, but he kicked me out!” 
That caught his attention. “Damn, what didja do?” 
“Nothing! I’m just a little tired of it all.”
That’s all he needed to hear. 
He rolled back over, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in close.
“Then go to sleep.” 
You rolled your eyes, but snuggled in regardless. 
You’d talk to Trey about doing something special for Leona later, but for now,
you’d enjoy his warmth.
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:)
Oh no! I'm in danger of thinking about this dynamic more!
Ko-Fi | Commission | 400 Follower Event | Masterlist
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blueflamebimbo · 2 years
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Heblo! I have come once more with an suggestion, this time for a misuwunderstanding 🥰 Twisted wonderland Jack takes care of cacti for a hobby, but he's also a wolfie, and I want him to show reader his pups! (Cacti babies) but well... you can guwuess which misunderstandings occur... 👀 sending you thanks and pups ♡
Jack Howl and a confusing adoration for cacti? I gotchu baby! Please have fun reading, this was so much fun to write! @nakunakunomi
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“Y/N!” Jack bellowed as he made his way across campus to meet you in front of the cafeteria. Grimm barely batted a whisker as he raced the crowd in order to get the last ham and cheese toast - the latest delicacy available - and forgot all about you. You ended up being the last person standing at the entrance of the building as you watched Jack dash across the cobble stones. 
“Jack? Weren’t you meeting up with Ruggie for lunch?” You smiled at him, silently delighted because of his enthusiasm.
Jack’s ears flattened slightly and a sheepish grin crept onto his features, “Actually, no…,” he explained, “Ruggie actually snuck into the kitchens and already had his fill of lunch before our last class was even done.” 
You snickered, unable to find that surprising. The two of you walked into the cafeteria together, finding a table along the windows. The white haired boy insisted on getting the two of you lunch, and before you knew it you were sharing grilled cheese sandwiches and lemonade. This had become somewhat of a ritual, the two of you spending time together during lunch and during study sessions, and the comfort that naturally came with being around Jack was slowly becoming a sensation that you looked forward to every day, though it was hard to express this to NRC’s most dense jock. 
After classes ended that day, however, Jack waited for you outside of the classroom. You frowned, a little confused as you noticed he looked as if he was mulling something over.
“You okay?”
It took Jack a second, but then he nodded, “Do you have some time before you need to head back to Ramshackle? I want to show you something. Something I’m proud of. Something I… made.” 
The confusion on your face went nowhere - if anything, you were getting a little nervous as well. “Of course, whatever you need, Jack. Where are we going?”
“The greenhouse.”
The two of you made your way over to the greenhouse, the beautiful building feeling a little damp and hot after the sun had beamed onto the glass the entire day. Jack led you towards the back, where you took a seat. Jack stepped up to the wooden table at the far end, near the window, and placed his hands firmly on top of it.
“I never thought I would be able to take care of something so fragile, Y/N,” he murmured, seemingly more serious than you’d ever experienced him being. You let him continue, your heart pounding with the uncertainty of what was happening. “At first I assumed I could never take this type of responsibility. I mean, you know me - I would be so disappointed in myself if I took something like this on and made a fool of myself, or made a fool of them. I couldn’t bear the thought of caring for a living creature and then just… letting them down.”
By now you were really starting to panic. Exactly what - or who - was Jack taking care of? 
Jack turned around and leaned back against the wooden tabletop. “But, you know what? I persevered, and I can proudly say I’m rather good at what I’ve accomplished so far. They-- God, Y/N, they are really thriving.” 
“Jack,” you choked out, your voice quivering with anxiety now, “Who is thriving? What’s going on? Jack, who are you taking care of?” 
Jack smiled, “My pups, of course.”
You spluttered, not knowing how to react to the idea of Jack having children. “P-Pups? Jack, how long has this been going on?”
The boy frowned, not quite understanding why you weren’t joining in on his enthusiasm. “I mean-- I’ve only had them for a couple of months, really. I didn’t want to say much about it in case I fucked it up and had them dying on me, you know?” 
Something inside of you snapped. Dying on him? How was this guy being so nonchalant over the survival of his children? How had you been crushing on someone who had a secret life in this way? “I just-- I have so many questions,” you groaned, “What about their mother?” 
Jack pouted then, his eyes widening, “What do you mean? I’m their mother, of course!” He sighed, turning around and grabbing the pot with his creations. The cactus that came into view had two little cactus pups snuggled up to the main cactus. “I’m honestly a little disappointed in you, Y/N…” he murmured, “I thought you of all people would be excited to meet my pups. You were going on and on about cacti all of last year, I really assumed you’d be proud of me.” 
It took you a whole minute to catch your breath after you burst into a fit of laughter, a grin so wide spreading across your face that it started aching soon after it bloomed. You stood up and beamed at Jack, joining him at the table and taking the pot into your hands. “Jack, look at what you did! You idiot, I thought you were about to confess to me about having children.” 
Jack frowned, “Children? Y/N, I’m sixteen years old. I can barely take care of Ruggie, let alone an actual child!” 
The two of you stood there, amused for what seemed like ages. The sun was setting as you and Jack spent some time prepping new pots for the pups, already promising to dedicate the next weekend’s free time to repotting the new cacti. 
You washed your hands off the dirt, shaking the water droplets off your fingertips before you turned around, suddenly facing Jack who wore his usual adoring smile. 
“Thank you, Y/N. And again, I’m so sorry for confusing you, before.” 
You shook your head, “That’s alright, Jack. You can confuse me anyday.” 
Jack shot you a knowing smile, and suddenly you couldn’t help but look forward to Saturday morning.
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nakunakunomi · 2 years
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hello! Congratulations on the almost milestones. Can I have Leona (from twisted wonderland) and whisper? thank you!
A Leona Request! I am so happy, thank you anon! enjoy <3
2nd person. GN reader.
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You were trapped. You had to admit, there were worse ways to be trapped, but you were trapped nonetheless. A firm arm around your waist keeping you in place, soft snores telling you that your captor was still fast asleep and had no intention of waking up or letting you go.
"Leona," you whispered softly, turning around just a little so you were still trapped, but now face to face with the housewarden of Savanaclaw. Not sure how you had gotten yourself convinced to take a nap with him in the middle of the day, you actually tried to make it to class and breaktime was almost over.
The lion didn't budge. So you switched tactics, wriggling one arm loose (only to get his arm more tightly around you), and started petting his hair, stroking his cheek. You placed kisses on whatever place you could reach without overstretching yourself.
An ear twitch, a lazy blink.
Mission succesful. Or not?
"Oi, herbivore. If you wanted to go to class, you shouldn't have agreed to this."
Leona turned a little, using his other arm and a leg to trap you even more.
"You can keep doing that though. But I won't let you go"
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ashtavula · 21 days
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Hello could I maybe request the overbloters having accidentally hurt their S/o during their overblot? If not that’s fine I just wanted to ask.
cw: descriptions of injuries and blood, spoilers for the overblots
The overblotters accidentally hurt their s/o
Riddle:
-You try to avoid the massive rose tree that Riddle hurls your way, but you're just a bit too slow. The tree hits you, and you cry out as the thorns slice you open. Ace and Deuce try to help you out, and they manage to yank you out from underneath the sharp limbs. Blood drips from the cuts on your limbs, and you collapse as Riddle's overblot comes to an end.
-As soon as Riddle sees you, his tears intensify, and he begs for people to help you. In the days after that, Riddle insists on tending to your injuries. He looks guilty as he helps change your bandages, and he's insistent that you take your painkillers on time. It'll take him a long time to forgive himself for hurting you, even if it was an accident.
Leona:
-The sand being whipped around by the wind makes it difficult to see, and you get a little too close to Leona. He grabs your arm, and you yelp as his claws dig into your skin. Jack is able to distract Leona, and you break away, cradling your bleeding arm.
-Once it's all over, Leona's sharp nose picks up on the smell of blood. He storms over to you, and he tears a strip of fabric from his shirt. He presses it to your skin, trying to stop the bleeding as he barks for the others to find a medic. While you recover, Leona looks irritated by the sight of the bandages, but you know that he's just angry at himself for hurting you. And when you settle down next to him for your daily cuddles, he'll treat you like you're made of glass.
Azul:
-You knew Azul was stronger than he looked, but you never thought that you'd be on the receiving end of his tentacles. He effortlessly swats you aside, and you slam against a wall. Your head spins, and you can already tell that you've broken your arm. You curl up into a ball, choking back sobs as Leona and the others get Azul to stop his rampage.
-Azul is horrified when he realizes what happened. You see the color drain out of his face, and he lifts you up to carry you to the infirmary himself. For the next few weeks, Azul is your personal servant. Simply tell him what you want, and he's scrambling to get it for you. He feels awful about hurting you, and he's always fretting over your cast.
Jamil:
Vil:
-You gasp as you see Jamil approaching you and Kalim with a murderous look in his eyes. You quickly shove Kalim away, hoping to get him out of range of Jamil. The snakes that have replaced his hair dart towards you, and their fangs sink into your arm. Almost instantly, a blinding surge of agony shoots up your arm. You collapse to your knees, and pass out from the pain.
-You awaken a few hours later, dizzy and nauseated. You vaguely realize that you're laying down in Jamil's bed, and that he's laying down beside you. You squirm, and Jamil lifts his head. He immediately scolds you for getting too close to him during his overblot. Yet, as he lectures you, his hands check you for a fever, and he gives you medicine to help with the effects of the snake venom that's wreaking havoc on your body. As you close your eyes, still exhausted, you feel his lips press against your forehead, and he mumbles out an apology against your skin.
-Your eyes water as you accidentally breathe in some of Vil's poison. Your nose and throat start to burn, and you start tasting something metallic. Within a few moments, you're coughing up blood and struggling to get enough oxygen. You have to lean against Epel as you gasp for air, blood starting to drip from your nose.
-You faint as Vil stops overblotting, but you awaken a few minutes later to see Malleus staring down at you with his brows furrowed. You barely get the chance to open your mouth before Vil is yanking you into a tight embrace. You can feel his hands shake as he mumbles out apologies and promises to never hurt you again. Malleus may have helped you overcome the effects of the poison, but that doesn't stop Vil from fussing over you. As he insists on checking your throat for the fourth time that day, just remind yourself that he's doing it because he loves you.
Idia:
-The ground shakes, and you fail to see the piece of debris that falls from the ceiling. It hits your shoulder, and you scream as the joint is dislocated. Rook is able to quickly knot the Pomefiore uniform's long sleeves around you to form a makeshift sling, but it's a struggle to hold back the tears of pain.
-It takes a moment for Idia to realize what's wrong, but he nearly has a meltdown when he does. He's immediately rushing you off to Styx's medical professionals, leaving everyone else in the dust. He's trying to apologize to you the entire time as the doctors put your arm in a splint, but he's stuttering over his words so badly that you can barely understand them. Once you're back at NRC, Idia keeps you practically locked up in his room as you recover. Despite keeping you with him, Idia is even more hesitant to touch you, out of fear of hurting you further.
Malleus:
-Malleus' magic washes over you, and your eyes slide closed as you're forced into a dream. Unfortunately, you hit your head on the edge of a table as you fall over, and Malleus doesn't notice. While traversing the dream worlds, you keep feeling this faint ache in your head, but you brush it off.
-However, you immediately groan in pain, and cradle your head in your hands when you wake up. The distant ache in the dreams blossoms into a stabbing migraine, and the world spins around you. Malleus quickly takes notice, and he cradles you in his embrace as he worriedly asks you what's wrong. You feel the brief pull of his magic, and the agony subsides. His lips press against the side of your head, and he croons out apologies for not keeping a better eye on you. For the next few days, you have a draconic shadow that refuses to leave you alone, and thinks that copious amounts of ice cream will make you feel better after your "terrible injury."
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wolken-himmel · 8 months
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In which (Y/n) finds a doll that bears a strange resemblance to Vil. The two enjoy some tea until Ace and Deuce show up to cause some ruckus.
The doll turns out to be the real Vil when (Y/n) accidentally kisses it.
Requested by @akemiozawa.
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"(Y/n)? What are you doing?"
You turned your gaze to the door of the Ramshackle living door as if you had been caught red-handed at the crime scene. Your eyes fell on none other than Ace and Deuce, whose gazes were trained at the blond doll seated across from you. They continued to stare at the two cups of tea on the coffee table, a steaming pot in between them.
"Having afternoon tea with my friend," you said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Ignoring their presence, you took another sip from your cup.
Ace stared at the doll owlishly, then he broke out into laughter. "That's a doll, (Y/n)," he wheezed and almost doubled over.
"Shut up," you said with a roll of your eyes. "Don't hurt Vil's feelings like that."
Your words prompted the most confusion-laced gaze you had ever received from Deuce. "I hate to break it to you, (Y/n). But that's not Vil. That's a doll." The blue-haired boy hesitated for a moment as his eyes scanned the doll curiously. He quirked an eyebrow in realisation. "Although... that doll does look a lot like Vil. Did you make it yourself?"
The doll possessed the same brilliant blond hair with purplish tips that the Pomefiore dorm leader was known for. And its eyes were a soft lavender hue, too. But what was most unnerving was the way the doll carried itself: It possessed the same confidence and elegance that Vil himself exuded. Shoulders not slouched at all and with its chin raised high, the doll seemed to look down upon Ace and Deuce.
"I found the doll in one of the classrooms," you explained fondly. "And since Vil is too busy to spend time with me like always, I've decided to entertain myself with this mini-version of him. He has quite grown on me. So adorable and soft!"
"I've always found dolls creepy..." Deuce began to shudder, averting his gaze from the doll.
Slowly but surely, Ace's lips morphed into a smug grin. The red-head crossed his arms and began snickering. "You take better care of that doll than of Grim."
"That's not true!" An offended huff escaped your lips. "I just sometimes need a break from Grim," you murmured under your breath. Then you took another sip from your cup, planning to ignore the two troublemakers for now. You still had hopes to have a lovely time with the doll Vil.
Yet your plans were thrown out of the window when Ace suddenly let out a frightened shriek. "Ew! The doll just bit me!" he yelled in fear and, unable to stop his reflexes, threw the doll at the wall.
An unimpressed frown appeared on Deuce's face as he watched his scared friend. "Dolls can't bite, Ace..."
"No, really. It bit me," Ace insisted, trembling. "Are you sure it's just a regular doll, (Y/n)?"
"Now that you say it, Ace... The doll does emit a strange aura of magic," his blue-haired friend muttered after a while.
The doll lay motionlessly on the ground after having been thrown at the wall. Although it faced the ground, the doll seemed to be at least in one piece and without any other notable damage. You immediately rushed over to the doll and picked it up into your arms like a worried mother hen.
"Stop throwing around my little boy like that!" you yelled at the two Heartslabyul students. Meanwhile, you cradled the doll in your arms. "Come now, Vil. You're okay. I'll protect you."
"Stop coddling that cursed doll!" Ace sneered, trying to hide his fear.
A soft sigh escaped your lips while you ran your fingers through the doll's silky hair. Within a few seconds, the doll looked like new. But still, its expression seemed to have morphed into an angry scowl when before, it was a confident smile. "Did your face hit the wall when Ace threw you?" you asked as you noticed the doll's sour expression. "My poor baby, come on... I'll kiss it better..."
You carefully brought the doll to your eye-level. Your two friends were about to call you a freak for kissing a doll, but as your lips made contact with the porcelain of the doll, you felt its small body shift and twist into something else. Your lungs constricted when a puff of violet smoke filled the living room of the Ramshackle dorm. Violent coughs escaped your lips.
A round of gasps echoed around the room once the smoke had cleared up. You three first-years couldn't help but stare at the tall blond male standing there in all his glory. His hands rested on his hips as he stared down the two Heartslabyul students, blaming them for the red bruise on his forehead.
"Vil?!" you three cried out in unison.
Ace let out a cheer despite the precarious situation he was stuck in. "Hah! I knew the doll was cursed."
Embarrassment heated up your cheeks, and you couldn't help but avert your gaze to the ground. All the hours you had spent cuddling the doll and taking care of it, he seemed to remember. You gulped, unable to face Vil. "You... were that doll?"
"What were you thinking, throwing me around like a rag doll, potato?" Vil hissed out like a venomous snake that was about to devour Ace.
"I didn't know it was you! You were a rag doll literally!"
Deuce still couldn't even begin to understand the situation. His eyes kept darting between the three other inhabitants of the room. "How did this even happen?"
Vil let out a sigh, but his frown lessened when you brought him a pack of ice. His long fingers pressed the soothing coldness to his bruised forehead. "I don't know. Epel must have slipped something into my water to get away again. I never realised he was capable to something this potent though... I am quite proud of him," he explained and sat down in the chair the doll had previously occupied.
"Uhm... But I hope you still enjoyed the tea time, Vil..." A nervous smile graced your lips as you finally managed to summon the courage to look him in the eyes.
A little chuckle escaped the dorm leader's lips. "I did, dear. We shall repeat this again some time. It was quite nice to be forced to take a break from my hectic schedule." He took a sip from his previously untouched cup of tea. His tense muscles relaxed immediately. "Your presence is quite soothing, I must admit. Everything was okay until these two potatoes showed up."
"Hey! You bit me!" Ace huffed in dismay.
The room suddenly grew cold when Vil cleared his throat threateningly. "Perhaps I should turn you two into dolls and throw you around, too?" the Pomefiore dorm leader asked coldly.
"Vil, it's okay," you whispered and placed your hand on his arm. "Stress isn't good for your skin, remember?"
At your words, Vil's apprehension towards your friends seemed to die down. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he rolled his shoulders tiredly. "Fine, potato. But only because it's you. Now, I'd like more tea, please."
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lovehotelreservation · 3 months
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It's around 4:30-ish PM on Fridays that you leave NRC to head home for the day, saying your goodbyes to the other staff members as you head out. However, today you might be a bit late, since fellow professor Crewel has you pinned against a table in the storage room!! (Doggy style, dirty talk)
"And here I thought dress code was only necessary for the students. Tell me. Now. Do you think wearing such a form-fitting short skirt is becoming of a professor?"
As sharp and icy as his voice was, Crewel left you overwhelmed with heat like nothing else.
While his coat and crimson leather gloves were carefully laid beside where you were currently sprawled upon the storage room table, the accursed skirt that got you deep into his mess was tossed aside without a second thought after being torn with ease by his hands.
Skirt length aside, you were sure he was most upset that you wore something with such cheap and flimsy material.
Regardless of the cause of his ire, he would reprimand you all the same.
His hands locked onto your waist, he kept you caged within his grasp with little effort, especially as he continued on with pummeling your core relentlessly from behind.
With the lascivious cacophony of your moans, his hissed curses and the noisy slaps of his hips smacking against your ass, he made no effort to admonish you for the volume of your voice. If anything, he welcomed it, near daring anyone who passed by the storage room to peek inside.
His face buried itself against the crook of your neck, a mix of kisses and bites following suit, just before he huskily declared into your ear,
"Remember this lesson well, darling. The man who gets to see this lewd expression on your face, who gets to admire the way how your your clothes fit your body is me and me alone. And if I must punish this slutty little hole with my cock, then so be it...!"
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The NRC students watched as you interacted with the RSA students.
Were they happy that you had made friends amongst them? No, most of them were not.
Were they surprised? No, they knew you. They know how you attracted others. You were a magnet for danger, but you were also a magnet for people who were affection starved.
So they knew you would attract others, didn’t mean they would like it. But they couldn’t say anything to you, they knew that you would give them a look and tease them not to be jealous.
Not that they would ever admit to that either, but they didn’t want to make you angry, so they bit their tongue for the most part and observed you. You laughed as Che’nya scared Grim.
Riddle had to command his students from starting a scene.
You smiled and hugged Neige as he approached you with the dwarves.
Vil smiled but it didn’t match the coldness in his eyes, but that didn’t stop Rook from fangirling from right next to him.
Were they surprised that you somehow brought two schools together despite their hatred for each other? No matter how one sided? No.
But what surprised them all was the words from the RSA students’ mouths.
“How lucky you are to have YN with you.”
“Cherish them.”
The smile and confident aura surprised the NRC students.
“You never know. Someone might come and take them from you.”
“They might tire from the trouble you cause and join us instead.”
“We would cherish them.”
Was that a challenge?
How interesting.
Let it be known, those from NRC never back down.
And if RSA wants to fight for their Prefect?
They would stand up to that challenge.
This is one battle they would never lose.
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Hello! if it's ok for you, can you write this but with Azul's version? he too deserve everything and I am willing to do anything for him♥️
I’ll do anything for you to see you smile.
You’ll go the lengths to make sure that he gets what he wants.
     ▸SFW.          ▸GN! Reader .          ▸Req?: Ehe~
A/N: is this much longer than it should be? Possibly… is it because I love Azul so much..? N— Next question—
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𖥨• This man… he didn’t trust you?
He thinks you’re just pulling his leg when you asked him to be yours. Floyd and Jade are sus of you too. But it all comes to a halt a couple months later and the two of you are official.
But that little twinge of distrust still remains deep inside— You’re too nice.
𖥨• But listen, Azul’s business is plenty successful.
Infact, beforehand, the last 5 months before the two of you became official he had a bit of a rise. But now— it skyrocketed? He likes the money and people coming of course.. but so much students coming in every now and then? Especially the ones that would usually avoid Mostro Lounge?
Before Overblot:
𖥨• What really threw Azul(and I suppose the Tweels) off, was the amount of students coming for contracts.
The possibilities are endless to what he can obtain through these.
After overblot:
𖥨• People who just reached a certain amount of points redeem as soon as it hits the specific amount to consider a deal with Azul.
It’s a bit overwhelming, but on the inside, he’s truly happy that others aren’t as afraid to make deals and come to him willingly after everything.
Although it’s odd…. But he enjoys it- but.. *intense squinting*
𖥨• The whole time, you’ll always be praising him and his success.
His own little cheerleader.
He’s embarrassed, but appreciates it.
He does the little hide his blush behind his hand and he’s grinning like an idiot behind the hand and.. and his pretty Ceruleans twinkling with newfound happiness and love towards you.
Suspicion: FULLY CLEARED.
𖥨• He’s more accepting of the little gifts and notes of affirmations you bring him now. In his little office, he’ll carefully store each note into a journal.
He reads them when he has a particularly bad day.
𖥨• The Tweels find it odd. You. But they can’t do anything since Azul seems to be more open and fully accept the relationship you two have. If he’s “seemingly” no longer sus of you. Then they’re not sus of you. Well— Jade isn’t.. but Floyd— he wants to snoop and cause chaos.
𖥨• And that he does; he follows you throughout the day.
But nothing happens.
He’s bored.
Ew— You and Azul being cuddly and makin’ out.
Wait, no. Oho~ Azul is smiling. Like- smiling ,smiling. AND LAUGHING! AND- huh- what… what was that look you shot towards him? That look made the Floyd Leech.. feel a sense of dread. How could you know he was hiding in the bushes?!?? Maybe it was coincidence! You went back to lovin’ on Azul!
𖥨• Feels like centuries when you and Azul finally separated but now … he somehow lost—
“What are you doing?” Your voice nonchalantly pipes.
“Hah?”
“I won’t repeat myself.”
Now listen, what happened to the nice and always smiling Y/N? What is this scary lookin’ and glarin’ Y/N!?
“Ah, You’re a total Anglerfishy~!” The Eel is amused by this finding. He’s totally gonna tell Jade and Azul!
𖥨• “Hm, Floyd been missing for awhile..” Jade pointed out.
“.. He has. It’s not good for business.” Azul hummed.
“Maybe… he decided to take a spontaneous vacay.” Y/N smiled as they set down a platter of appetizers for the three.
𖥨• The Main and Vice housewardens lingered in thoughts before Y/N excitedly brought out a decent size box with the word donations prettily decorated on the front. “But lets worry about Ford later and lookie here!” They grinned. “I managed to chalk up some money for that new brewing machine you wanted, Azul! Plus some extra that you can put into savings!”
𖥨• Azul been smiling much more and subtle PDA towards you ever since.
Jade is shocked and surprised by how affectionate Azul could be.
It truly is such a blessing that you came into Azul’s life.
But…
𖥨• “YOU’RE DATING AN ANGLER FREAK!” The lounge doors slammed open with a disheveled Floyd.
𖥨• Respectfully (or disrespecrfully), the three welcomed the second Eel back and returned to cleaning up since Mostro was closed for the day.
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“You really should manage your time better, Floyd.” Azul lectured. “And stop making up such things.”
Jade tried to hide his laughter as he stood behind his boss.
Floyd is in disbelief. “It’s true! They were all ‘grr’ and wham and- and—“
Azul held up a hand and sighed, “ go get some rest, I have an important da- meeting to get to. We’ll talk later.” And he left.
“You truly are something, brother.” A strained Jade spoke up, wiping a tear away.
“Whatever, you’ll see one day… I need food right n—ow..” what? “What happened to my money?” Floyd stared at his now empty savings box.
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White lies and study dates.
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╰┈➤"Having a crush on the busiest man of the entire school wasn't easy. Desesperate times call for desesperate measures, they say; and the prefect now understands why.”
╰►Gender neutral reader, oneshot, 2,2k words.
╰►Note: English is not my first language, so feel free to tell me if there's any grammatical mistake!
╰►Masterlist. (requests open)
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"Ah, I didn't understand a single thing professor Trein said in class."
  (Y/n), prefect of Ramshackle, sighed tiredly as they walked out of their classroom, with Grim next to them, while Deuce and Ace walked behind with a similar expression of sorrow. Their eyes carefully gazing the Pop Music Club members that were near them.
"Maaan, I swear he does it on purpose, it's impossible not to fall asleep during his lessons." He groaned, waiting a few seconds until he tried to hit discreetly Deuce's arm.
"O-oh right! Crewel classes are so difficult-"
"We're talking about Trein, dumbass!" Murmured annoyed Ace.
"Yeah, of course...! Trein's class is the most difficult that we have, so confusing..." The blue-haired boy tried to fix his mistake.
"It's so sad that (Y/n) gets the worst grades out of us, my pooooor henchman..." Grim sniffed with a dramatic demeanor.
The prefect looked at their group of friends, disappointment written all over their face, thanks to their performance. But it was soon replaced by shock, as they suddenly felt someone sneaking an arm to their shoulders.
"Ah~ Are you feeling distressed by Trein's class, (Y/n)? I'd help you, but I wasn't the best at the subject in my first year, haha..." Cater said, trying to come up with something that might help the prefect, or at least cheer them up.
"Fufu~I did great at History of Magic, but I don't think my method of telling stories would work with others humans. I tried it once and they didn't believe what I said! A pity, really." Lilia barged into the conversation, and even when he tried to look saddened, a tint of mischievous could be recognized in his voice.
"I'm so sorry I can't help you either, prefect! Last year I couldn't understand anything by myself in that class..." Kalim apologized, genuine worry in his voice, as the first-years glared at him with interest. “If it wasn't for Jamil, I don't know what could have happened to me. He's the only reason I approved my assignments."
"Oh, but what if they hold back a year because of this? We'll miss you, prefect..." Ace mumbled with melancholy.
Everyone stood there, dissimulated looks being placed at Kalim's figure.
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...
...
"Oh! I know what we can do!" The Scarabia housewarden abruptly said, a cheerful smile brightening his face.
"Really? Can you help our unfortunate magicless little friend here?" The red-haired first year continued, placing one of his hands on the prefect's shoulder.
"Yeah! I've got the perfect plan!"
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Jamil hated Kalim's plans with all his heart.
Every time he came up with a new idea, HE ended up being responsible for them.
Every. Single. Time.
Kalim wanted to throw a party? Jamil was the one in charge of the preparations. Kalim wanted to study something new? He was at his side to tutor him. Kalim wanted to go shopping in the city? He had to join him to make sure that he stayed safe.
  And boy, he was tired.
He already had so many chores to do even without those extra tasks, it was almost a miracle that he was able to manage his duties as vicehousewarden and his own school work, as time wasn't something abundant for him.
And he didn't need to add anything else to his already long list of things to do.
"I don't have time." He shut down Kalim as soon as he approached him.
"Pleaseee, you're the best at tutoring and they reeeeeally need help!"
"There are freshmen with good grades, they can ask their classmates."
"But they probably won't be as easy to understand as youuu..." The dorm leader said, a new idea going through his mind. "Besides, do you really want someone else spending so much time with them? It wouldn't be good for you."
Jamil suddenly looked at Kalim with urgency, an alarmed expression on his face.
"Kalim! We said you would make no comments about that!”
"And I won't say anything! But it could be a good opportunity for you."
The vicehousewarden remained silent.
"It would make you look cool."
"I don't care."
"You do."
"Kalim-"
“Maybe if you use the time you spend tutoring me?”
“And you think you’ll do fine with no help?”
“Of course.”
“No.” He sighed again. “I’ve got enough with school duties and preparations for parades, I don’t need-”
“Then I won’t make more parties!”
Jamil gazed at the dorm leader; a suspicious look being directed at him.
“You literally threw a party when Grim scored a 30 instead of 20 on a test, and you’re telling me you’ll stop with all of them?”
Kalim thought about the situation for a few seconds, he really enjoyed being able to celebrate and eat delicious food with all of his friends, but he had to sacrifice those moments for Jamil to have more free time to spend with the prefect.
“Of course.” He nodded, his usual cheerful smile on his face. “If it's for you to be with your crush, it’ll be alright!”
“…Please stop referring to (Y/n) as my crush.” The vicehousewarden asked plainly. “But if I don’t have to cook so much, I could help them to improve their grades, I guess.”
“YESSSS.”
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“Uh? Jamil said he could tutor me?” A confused prefect stared at the housewarden of Scarabia, his natural enthusiastic demeanor being even more noticeable as he smiled at the Ramshackle student.
“Yep! It would be very bad if you failed Trein’s class, so Jamil’s help will be enough for you to score 100 on every test from now on!”
“I don’t doubt it! Thank you very much, Kalim.”
“No worries~ Just make sure to stop by at Scarabia today, after class. See you later!” The second-year student smiled once again, as he started to walk to his next class.
“So, you actually got Jamil to help you? Very nice, prefect. Now, how do you plan on acting dumb for as long he tutors you?” Ace questioned, after he got out of his hiding place, inside of a nearby classroom.
“I’ve got no idea…”
After the classes of the day were finished, a nervous first-year student walked through the mirror of Scarabia, a small bag filled with their notes and books for the class.
"Hey, come in. Let's go to my room." Jamil pointed as soon as they arrived at the lounge of the dorm.
"Oh? Really? I thought we'd study here."
"That's an option, if you want to be interrupted every two seconds and have distractions left and right."
"But I wouldn't like to intrude on you; we can go to the library if it’s better for you.”
“Don’t worry, I’d rather stay here in case Kalim or any other students needs my help."
After 30 minutes of studying, (Y/n) felt their head was going to explode. It was rather difficult to pretend to listen to Jamil when all they had on their mind were the elegant and subtle moves he made as he flipped the pages of his books, the concentration on his gaze as he explained a rather complicated subject, and not to mention the way his lips moved graciously as he spoke the right words to explain things easily.
What kind of skincare routine did he have? What about his hair? It shouldn’t be possible that he naturally had such beauty, but then again, he looked so perfect even when he did the most mundane actions, the prefect keep wondering if-
“(Y/n)? Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” He suddenly interrupted their thoughts, an annoyed expression on his face that didn’t seem genuine at all. “For you to come asking for help and then ignore what I tell you, quite bothersome you are sometimes…” The vicehousewarden sighed.
“Ah, sorry, I got lost. Could you repeat the last point of the lesson? I remember I couldn’t hear professor Trein that day because Grim kept demanding me to buy pastries after class, he wouldn’t leave me alone until I got him some candies from Sam’s store.”
“Fine, but pay attention. You’ve got an exam about this in a week, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but I don’t think we’ll have enough time to cover all the contents, maybe we should focus on-”
“We’ll study everything, don’t worry. Let’s continue, then.”
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It was obvious to some students that the prefect of Ramshackle and the vicehousewarden of Scarabia had a special way of treating each other, even more for the members of his dorm.
However, after two weeks of studying together, everyone knew the kind of relationship they had.
After all, Jamil wasn’t someone recognized for a cheerful attitude or being especially nice to others, yet he looked so unusually delighted every time (Y/n) was in the room, it was clear for other students to understand the situation.
Yet, none of them seemed to be brave enough to take the next step, until that day.
  “So your classes with Jamil actually helped you? Share your tips with us prefect, don’t be shy to tell us.” Ace teased the prefect, as they observed with a pleased face the result of their test. 
A beautiful score of 100 was written on the top of the paper. 
They only let out a satisfied chuckle, as they put the exam inside the folder they had for History of Magic, filled with their notes and previous exams.
“Now that I remember, maybe we should get ready for P.E class, Vargas said we’re gonna have a practice with other classes today, and you know what that means...” Deuce interrupted the conversation, an alarmed expression on the first-years’ faces, who already knew how difficult was going to be the class that day.
“We better hurry up before he makes us run extra laps, let’s go.”
They made their way to the gym, but as soon as they reached the door of the room, a sudden agitated look could be seen on the prefect’s face.
“I forgot my folder at the cafeteria, I’ll go get it in a second, wait.”
They ran through the hallways until they arrived at the cafeteria, feeling confused as their folder was nowhere to be seen.
“Were you looking for this?”
(Y/n) knew that voice.
Great Seven, please tell me this is a joke…
They slowly turned around, only for them to see an angered look from the vicehousewarden of Scarabia. They could easily notice the tension on his body, and the frown that occupied his expression.
He still looks kind of cute, though…
Although it could have been better if he hadn’t been holding their previous exams in his hand, of course.
“So you’re telling you asked to tutor you, saying that you were almost failing Trein’s class, and made me put effort and time on something that WASN’T EVEN NECESSARY? Your lowest score was an 85, (Y/n)! Most of your exams are between 90 and 95!”
The prefect could only smile awkwardly at him, as they slowly reached Jamil to take the exams and folder from his hands.
“In my defense, I never scored 100 points before our study sessions, though…”
“(Y/n).”
“Sorry, sorry! I just didn’t have any other option!”
“Option for what?” He questioned, still with an irritated scowl on his features.
“To spend time with you-! Ah, I know it might sound dumb to you now, but you were so busy all the time, I didn't know how to get to be with you without anyone else interrupting... I'm aware that I made you waste your time by teaching me, I'm sorry for that."
Jamil didn't answer immediately.
He stared at (Y/n), wondering why would they make an excuse like that just to spend time with him, maybe...? No, probably it wasn't that.
Although a small voice in his head was hoping that it was because they felt the same as him.
"Why? You're welcome to Scarabia all the time, you know that."
"It's not the same." They answered, a faint blush on their cheeks. "When I get invited by Kalim, there's always a lot of people in the room...And I'd rather be only with you."
Soon enough, Jamil's face felt suddenly warm because of his bashful state, along with a surprised look as he stared back at the prefect.
“You are so dumb sometimes.” He mumbled, the frown coming back to his expression. “If you want to spend time with me, just tell me. It’s not that complicated…”
“Really?!”
“…Yeah.” Jamil mentally sighed, reminding himself that he should feel more annoyed at the prefect’s antics. But he didn’t.
“Perhaps you’d like to go outside the school this weekend, then? We can go watch a movie or visit a cafeteria, whatever you’d like to do.” (Y/n) quickly suggested in their sudden rush of confidence.
“Well, considering that now I don’t have to tutor anyone, I guess I have time.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
The Ramshackle student smiled widely, briefly kissing the cheek of the vicehousewarden as they bid him goodbye, running to their next class.
Jamil stood in the middle of the hallway, still feeling embarrassed as he lightly touched the spot they kissed a few seconds ago.
Maybe he was the one who actually learned something from the prefect.
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