#twst drabbles

[hanafubukki]

Summary: You never expected your cute bunny costume to elicit this type of reaction from Lilia Vanrouge.

After returning from Deuce’s hometown, you and Silver decided to show off your costumes to Lilia and the others.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at the time. Lilia commented how cute the outfits were while taking a bunch of pictures.

But you knew something was off as you spoke to Malleus, seeing those magenta eyes watching your every move.

A shiver went up your spine.

You swore you saw a fanged smirk from the corner of your eye.

Breath in.

Breathe out.

Melodic laughter fill the air as you ran.

You remember how Lilia cornered you right before this game of his.

Hand cupping your face as he leaned into you, “Run, my cute rabbit, run as fast as you can.”

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

You knew he was playing with you.

Could catch you any minute.

The light touch at your back or your ears teased how close he is to you this whole time.

How it was his choice to allow you to run.

But if you turned this corner…

A stream of water came to view.

“Oh?”

You flung yourself into the water as quick as you could.

The air stilled.

Before laughter broke out.

“Clever little prey. I went too easy on you.”

“I caught you~”

Fuck.

You were so close.

Gasps filled the air.

Clawed fingers wipes the tears clinging to your lashes.

Your outfit in tatters around you.

He couldn’t help the low chuckle escape him.

You were such a cunning prey.

And now? Such a delicious one.

He wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon.

You had his blood pumping during the hunt and he planned on using this extra energy on you.

“Lilia…”

“Hm?”

“Plea- Ah!”

“Not yet Beloved, I’m far from done.”

His hunger was far from satisfied.

Oh Bunny event, how you entice me so with bunnies💞💞💚💚

[trappolia]

PUT ALL YOUR FAULTS TO BED (YOU CAN BE KING AGAIN)── leona kingscholar x gn!reader, 1.1k

some days, leona thinks about what the word king means to him and how it links back to you.

contrary to popular belief, he does not so easily forget the whispers of rumours behind his back; though, loathe as he is to admit, leona knows that some are less rumour and more truth, no matter how spiteful. he is a prince, after all, and not some spoiled rotten child who's had compliments fed to him on a golden spoon.

leona knows, better than anyone, that you deserve more than him.

he’s well aware of the fact that many perceive him as lazy, irritable and intimidating, and that is only saying the least. the perfect example of a student who has had to repeat a year way too many times, who is probably still in the world’s greatest magical academy because of his royal blood and noble connections.

the second prince is one way to describe him as well. second to everything his brother does is also a possible description. second to the throne, to their parents’ love, to the praise and glory befitting of a king. because leona will never be king. not as long as his brother and his blood live, because leona has always been the second option.

and so he acts like it. what else can he do? surely he cannot try to usurp his own brother; leona may be a better king than falena, but he is also intelligent enough to understand the consequences of a coup, long-term or otherwise. not to mention his nephew, who undoubtedly has the capacity to be a real pain in his ass if leona ever does away with his father.

now leona spends most of his time bored and unpleasant to be around, not so unlike the whispers that circulated the halls of afterglow savannah's royal palace when his signature spell was discovered. it is when you find him, lazing around in the light of the sun creeping into the greenhouse (one of the only times he has ever felt that he has ever felt that he could escape from the shadows), and, for one reason or another, you decide to stay.

leona hates it.

he hates the way you shine a light in his life. it’s too bright, too hot, and he can’t get rid of you no matter how hard he tries. and, at some point, he has become too scared to get rid of you. the underlying fear of losing that light, reduced to the shadow of a king and a crown prince that he once was; it kills leona. it kills him because he was supposed to be a king, grew up wanting to be the perfect one to rule over the kingdom, and kings do not have weaknesses.

but leona is not a king.

he is the brother of one, the second son of a royal family. with enough skills and intellect to survive in the battlefield that is the royal court of the afterglow savannah. he is born to a long line of kings, emperors, leaders; has learned from the stories of the great kings of the past, of which their blood courses through his veins; but he is not a king. never was, and never will be.

but then again, who is to say that he isn’t a king in another sense?

"the only kingly thing you haven’t done yet is actually opening your eyes, leona," ruggie’s damned hyena laugh echoes in his mind, the mischievous smirk on his face while his eyes stay rooted to the pathetic homemade crown on his head.

leona does not think ruggie has the right to laugh, when he doesn't even understand.

because even with his eyes closed, the second prince sees. he sees the way your breaths come and go, the warmth of the sun and the chill of the breeze on your skin, your quickening pulse and heartbeat. he sees it all without ever needing his eyes, and that is the exact reason why he doesn’t want to open them.

because if he does, he will see you, backlit against the sun and light of the greenhouse you both visit so much, and then he will want more; you by his side in the kingdom of afterglow savannah, bathing in the morning light while wrapped in royal robes, the consort's crown on your head, your rightful place on the throne beside his. you cradling his cub in your arms, sweetly whispering to the result of your love, the future ruler of the afterglow savannah. leona knows that there is none other more deserving of a consort's crown than you, and he would kill anyone who tried to take it from you.

(he would kill for you in a heartbeat. no matter what the cost.

one day, leona thinks, he will not be the only one to fear the extent of what he feels for you.)

but what murder is justified when the crime hasn’t even been committed? when you don’t have the consort's crown, because leona doesn’t even have the king’s.

(child’s play. reaching for something he will never get. leona is a master at this game, even when he loses every single time.)

silly lion, you would chide him with a smile. not for these foolish fantasies (for leona would never admit them), but for the most mundane things. being late to class, forgetting to do homework, getting detention, forgetting to go to that detention. such simple, pathetic things, and leona listens because you are his consort, and kings listen to their consorts.

(pathetic, hopeless little fantasies.)

"leona?" you call out his name, your voice the melody of his sweetest, softest, weakest dreams.

leona's eyes flutter open, lashes brushing against his cheeks as he blinks in the light.

he sees you there, bent over to peer at his sleeping expression. the way your head eclipses the sun makes it seem like you’re wearing a halo (angel’s crown), and if leona looks closely, he can see his own kisses tangled between your locks and the light.

he closes his eyes before he can meet your gaze, see your lips and everything else he’s ever wanted. he will settle for sense and touch, if not for the sake of his sanity, then for you.

"what is it now?" he snarls, feigning annoyance. he hears you laugh, and leona knows you see right through him.

just give him some more time, then he will give you a kingdom, the world, and everything else you’ve ever wanted and deserved──

──but for now, this will be all he can offer you.

© trappolia 2024

[devvelle]

Let it Snow

Genre: fluff, drabbles

Characters: Leona, Floyd, Azul, Idia, and Malleus x gn!reader

Scenario: sweet winter moments with them <3

Notes: most of these take place at NRC and reader is implied to be the prefect. no specific holiday mentioned, just winter coziness !

Leona, and cuddling by the fire...

Leona's been spending quite a lot of time with you lately. 

You hadn’t thought much of it, seeing as he appeared innocent in intention and didn't give you any reason for suspicion. But something still seems strange about his behavior, with the third year growing ever-clingier as the winter holidays approach.

Given this, you find it a bit odd that Leona makes no appearance as you run errands on the main campus today. As you make your way back to your dorm in the evening, you even question Ruggie via text–but he doesn’t have any idea where his dorm leader is, either. Nerves begin to settle in as you trudge through the snow, wondering where on campus he might be freezing to death.

However, all your questions are answered once you step foot into Ramshackle.

You make it no more than a few steps into the warm living room when a hand grips onto your wrist, pulling you around the couch before you can question what’s going on. Your attempt to shriek is stifled by a large hand, and rather forcefully you’re tugged down onto the lumpy piece of furniture. Dropping all your bags, you collapse inelegantly onto the trespasser; their snicker is one you’d recognize anywhere.

"About time you got back, herbivore."

Your fear turns into overwhelming annoyance almost immediately. Slapping his hand away with a glare doesn’t seem to phase him at all, though. He wraps his arm around you instead, pulling your legs over his lap with an annoying smirk. Albeit reluctantly, you settle into his embrace seeing as he clearly has no plans of setting you free.

Taking off your gloves you huff, “what are you doing here?"

“Heard Crowley had you running around. I wasn’t going to chase after you, so I sent your pet to go hang at some other dorm and waited here.” He punctuates his sentence with a yawn, showing absolutely no remorse for poor Grimm. You roll your eyes.

That’s when you finally take note of the state of your living room.

It’s undoubtedly much cozier than it had been when you left in the morning; wood crackles in the fireplace, a large candle spreads the faint scent of vanilla throughout the room, and several expensive looking blankets are laid out on the arm of the couch. You squeeze the hand he has around you, blinking at him warily.

“You did all of this?” 

“About time you noticed.”

Leona doesn’t give you a chance to say anything more, not that you even know what to say. He drapes a blanket over you both and pulls you closer, instructing you to sleep while he he tends to removing your shoes. The wood burns bright and the snow continues to fall as you relax in his embrace.

Winter vacation is imminent, meaning Leona will have to go home and face his family along with the complicated emotions he feels toward them. But your company is a reminder that the world is not entirely against him.

You can’t shame him for wanting to keep you close.

Floyd, and playing in the snow...

When you meet up with Floyd after class, his mood is clearly sour. He wears a deep-set scowl and his uniform is in more disarray than usual, but what most concerns you is his silence. 

He always has something to say, no matter what kind of mood he’s in. If he's happy, he'll let you know all about it. If he's mad, he won't let you go until you justify his emotions and whatever actions he took as a result of them. But as he walks you to your next class, your attempts to spark conversation are blatantly ignored. Something that's never happened before.

“Floyd, something wrong?”

“I dunno.”

“Oookay. Are you feeling alright?”

“Yup.” 

He pops the ‘p’ and silence settles between you once more.

Shoving your hands into your coat, you run through what else you can say, but Floyd isn’t someone who can be forced to cooperate. There's not a high chance you'll find out what's wrong, so your hands are pretty much tied.

But just as you reach the exterior hallway, you notice the flurries of snow cascading just a few feet away. Afresh layer of snow rests upon the grass, entirely undisturbed. An idea strikes you.

Looking around, you make sure that the two of you are alone in this section of the courtyard and it's all the motivation you need. Quickly, you jog over to the snow-covered ground while Floyd watches you silently, an impatient expression creeping onto his face. Crouching low, you ball up some snow. And your aim, for better or worse, decides to be perfect today.

When you turn and throw it at him, it hits him straight in the face. The snow falls to the ground comically as he stares at you with eyes full of disbelief.

He wants to be upset, really. But the words on the tip of his tongue are held back when he hears your laughter.

And before you can breathe a word of apology, he’s running toward you full-speed.

“No, Floyd. Stop! Wait-” You jump to your feet and try to back away, but it’s too late.

In the blink of an eye he topples you backward into the thick snow, leaving you struggling to breathe underneath his body weight. After a few smacks to his back, he places his arms by your head to hoist himself off of you, giving you a daring look. But his is hair covered in so much snow that you can't help but burst into laughter again. 

“What’s so funny?” He questions, knitting his eyebrows together with a pout. But his eyes are bright, and his mouth twitches with the threat of a grin.

You shake some snow from his hair instead of answering, which proves to be a bad choice as it falls directly onto your face instead. He laughs at you and rolls over, laying next to you in the now-disrupted blanket of white. You both turn your heads to look at one another expectantly, Floyd seemingly searching your expression for something while you helplessly smile back. With a huff, he ultimately turns his gaze to the clouds above.

“Ya never just leave people alone. Dontcha ever get tired of tryna fix everyone?” 

His voice is quiet, barely audible over the harsh whisper of the wind. He feels around for your hand in the snow, lacing his fingers with yours a bit too tightly once he finds it. Squeezing his hand back, you contemplate how to reply.

Ultimately, you settle with something simple. Something he'll understand.

“Well, you’re boring when you’re sad, Floyd.”

After a moment of stunned silence, he laughs brightly.

It’s carefree and infectious, and you have to take a moment to admire the way joy looks on him. Once you both recover, he sits up to shake snow from his hair, flashing you a maniacal smile and speaking cheerily.

“You have 3 seconds before I get ya, Shrimpy. Start runnin'.”

Azul, and shopping for gifts...

It only takes a half hour of gift shopping for Azul to start acting like he’s being tortured.

He was hesitant to accompany you from the start, but the moment you suggest he do some shopping of his own he seriously considers abandoning you. According to him, gift-giving isn’t one of his areas of expertise. Nor does he desire it to be.

Even so, you drag him from store to store until you find yourselves in the perfect holiday antique shop. As you walk ahead of him through the cluttered aisles, your conversation lands on gift ideas for the twins.

“You should get them something physical,” you stress, explaining yet again that a “holiday bonus” isn’t as thoughtful as he thinks it is. “Money is great, sure, but a thoughtful gift shows you care.”

Judging by the way Azul doesn’t argue this time, he must finally see some sense in your argument. Either that, or he realized he won’t win against you. You pick up a plastic snowman and he grimaces at its poorly painted face.

“I don’t have the slightest idea what they would want. Money is much easier.” A line of porcelain knick knacks manages to catch his eye as he says that, but he realizes the major potential for disaster should one of those be put in the hands of Floyd.

You link your arm with his. "It’s the thought that counts. Just get them something you think they’ll like." For a while, he remains silent.

You lead him through the store, arm in arm, while grabbing a few things for your own friends. Leaving him to contemplate his gifts, you only make the occasional suggestion until a few minutes later, he mumbles something under his breath. You don't quite catch it.

“What was that?” You ask.

He bristles, clearing his throat. Your attempts to catch his eye prove unsuccessful, but he repeats himself.

“What would you like? For the…holidays.”

It's entirely accidental that your laughter escapes you, caught off guard by his uncharacteristic shyness. Immediately you try to stifle it with a cough, but he's already petulantly trying to unlink his arm from yours.

“I didn’t mean to laugh!” You plead lightheartedly, contented when he stops fighting with a sigh. Tightening your hold, you let your head fall to his shoulder in front of a display of snowglobes. “I promise I’ll be happy with anything, even if it’s just a card. Don't worry so much.”

“And if you don’t like what I get you?”

“Try again next year.”

In the reflection of a snow globe, you finally see him crack a smile.

He pinches your arm playfully, successfully slipping out of your grasp when you recoil in surprise. He turns to you, slightly startling you but prompting you to do the same. Wide-eyed you watch as he takes a step forward, crowding you into the corner of the already cramped shop. 

“Actually, I think I might know what you’d like,” he leans in close, his gaze flickering to your lips and making your breath hitch. There's no more room for you to back up, and your heart pounds relentlessly as he watches you like a hunter their prey. He cups your cheek, his lips ghosting over your own.

“Would you mind if I gave it to you early?”

Idia, and the first snowfall of the season...

The sound of an incoming call disrupts Idia’s game. He doesn’t bother to check who it is–there’s only one person it could be–yet he still pauses before accepting.

It hasn’t been long since you pushed your way into his circle and started developing a friendship with him. It took him (and Ortho) by surprise, and so speaking with you is still something he finds himself needing lots of mental preparation for. His fingers are unsteady in picking up his phone, causing him to almost miss the button when he finally answers.

“Idia!” Your voice comes through somewhat breathlessly, but your enthusiasm is loud and clear. He can hear you aggressively slamming what seems to be drawers, for whatever reason. “Have you looked outside?”

Your sudden inquiry catches him off guard, seeing as he barely had the courage to answer the phone, let alone questions. His nerves spike as you wait patiently for his answer, so he glances around his room.

Only to cringe when he realizes he doesn’t even have a window to look out of. 

“Um, n-no I haven't. Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just the weather.” You laugh, slamming another drawer which makes him jolt.

He takes a steadying breath, trying to relax. “Well, the weather in my dorm isn’t the s-same as yours, so...”

“Ugh, that's right.” Your disappointment gives him a dreadful feeling, but you don't give him a chance to dwell on it. “Well, it snowed here last night! I was thinking of making a snowman, do you want to come over?”

Ten minutes later, you’re standing at his door with an extra hat in hand and an excited Ortho hovering at your side.

As the three of you make the journey back to Ramshackle, you and the younger Shroud brother make excited conversation the whole way. Once the snow is in sight you suggest making a snowman to Ortho, and Idia hangs back while you get to work. He takes a moment to better compose himself.

Yet it’s in watching you with his brother that Idia realizes how much of a mess his emotions are. He watches through the condensation of his breath as you show Ortho how to carefully pack snow and place it where it’s needed. His expression softens at all the ways you take care to ensure that the wet snow doesn’t harm his brother's build.

Idia hardly ever notices the cold, but he knows it would feel much more frigid here, and in all of Twisted Wonderland, without you.

Caught in his thoughts, he doesn't notice when you come bounding up to him until his cold hand is in both of your gloved ones. He squeaks, startled by the very object of his anguish. You tug on his arm innocently.

“What are you sulking over here for? Come help us!” 

But Idia won’t budge. His gaze flickers behind you, checking that Ortho is distracted, before focusing his attention back on you. He sort of processes you asking if something is wrong while tentatively adjusting the collar of his coat. 

Very much so, he thinks.

The flurries of snow landing on your face take up most of his focus. Your eyebrows are raised and your head is tilted at him, and it’s so captivating that he wants to burn this moment into his memory forever, if possible. One of your hands still holds onto his, playing with his fingers patiently.

As he stares at you, he wonders how you’d react if he just…kissed you, maybe. He knows you must have some feelings for him, at least he thinks so, but in his state, it would surely be a disaster regardless. So he shuts the idea down quickly-there's plenty of time to get to that.

He squeezes your hand with an apologetic smile, one you reciprocate ten times brighter.

“S-sorry,” he chokes. “Lead the way?”

He relishes in the warmth of your hand in his.

Malleus, and decorating for the holidays...

Malleus, ever eager to learn more of your customs, happily agrees to help you decorate Ramshackle for the holidays.

He arrives early, as he tends to when he’s excited about something, and beats your alarm clock in waking you up. You open your eyes to him sitting beside you, reading a book and sporting gold tinsel wrapped around his horns. In your half-awake state, the tinsel is much more startling than his presence.

"Um, goodmorning. What's with the uh..." Blinking sleepily, you gesture to his head.

He looks up in confusion, before piecing together what you're referring to.

"Lilia informed me that it would be appropriate. He said you'd appreciate 'festive' attire?"

You laugh warmly as you rub your eyes, ever grateful for Lilia's whims.

Malleus reads patiently as you get dressed in as many layers as possible, and eventually, you make your way downstairs to the lounge.

As you open some boxes of decorations you’d gathered from Sam’s, he takes the opportunity to peak through them as well. He’s fascinated by the strings of lights and paper snowflakes you bring out, excited to be the one helping you. As if his horns weren't shiny enough, he's practically glowing every time you ask him to place something up high, finding joy in being at your service. It would be lying to say you weren't absolutely endeared by his excitement.

When you get to decorating the windows, you don't expect the sight of a thick blanket of snow outside. It hadn't been there last night, and the way it falls from the sky indicates that it won’t be stopping, either. You pause your actions, Malleus joining you in intrigue.

“I didn’t realize it was going to snow today.” You look down thoughtfully before turning to him. The snow seems to be coming in quite heavily, even still. “Do you want to go back to your dorm?”

He blinks at you.

“Would you like me to go?”

Looking surprised by your question, disappointment practically drips from his voice. He seems to take it as you asking him to leave, which you correct frantically.

“No, it’s not that! I just don’t want you to get stuck here."

His face softens, chuckling fondly. Reaching a hand out he smooths the space between your eyebrows until your face lifts into the lighter expression he prefers on you. Taking one end of the garland in your hands, he only momentarily disregards your question to bring it to the mantle above the fireplace.

“I may come and go as I please, as I do believe you are aware. How do you think I arrived?” He questions, gesturing for you to join him. You chastise yourself for not realizing, having forgotten about his magic since you spend most of your time with him walking. “But I wish to spend more time with you, if you’ll allow it.”

After that, your conversation dwindles–largely due to your embarrassment–but the silence is comfortable.

Once all the decorations go up, the two of you find yourselves on the couch. You sit on one end, his head in your lap while you admire the hues of gold and silver all around you. Your fingers brush through the hair on his forehead and trace over his horns, tinsel now gone in favor of decorating the windowsill. You feel a warm sense of home, one you've been missing so much since arriving in this world, and it's a comforting thought as you watch flurries of ice collect on the window pane.

“Thank you for helping me today, Mal. It really means a lot.”

He meets your eyes, smiling warmly.

“Anything for you, my child of man.”

a/n : haiii everyone I hope this gets u guys in the holiday mood! I wanted to explore some cozy prompts with my fave boys since it's the holidays (can u tell I got carried away w Azul n Idia...) hope these r cute

also need to say thank you for all the love and support lately !! i'm not great at replying to comments and such because I still don't entirely know how to use Tumblr, but I appreciate it so so much. you're all so kind and I'm glad I get to share this platform with you all! see u soon, kisses

[loverofazul]

𝑯𝒖𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 Pt.6

-Ｉｇｎｉｈｙｄｅ Ｄｏｒｍ-

Idia couldn't help but curl up into your side. A pout on his face as your hands gently ran over his arms--his hair pulled back in a ponytail to not accidentally hurt you. He had just lost one of the most needed battles on his game--beaten by a cheater.

"It's not fair" He mumbled, resting his chin on top of your head. "They're a cheater and I should have won"

Giggling, you simply tilted your head up and placed a gentle kiss under his chin. "Don't worry 'bout it so much My Gamer"

The male simply hummed, his cheeks turning pink and his hair tinting the same pink. He simply grumbled some words, wrapping his arm around your form. He basked in your light affection for a bit, hesitating to open his mouth to say what he wanted to.

But with a final boost of confidence, he blurted out the words.

"I love you, My Anchor"

It was quiet between the two of you, Idias cheeks tinting an even darker red--as well as his hair. He thought he messed up, his mind running with thoughts. Anxiety began to fill him to the brim, arms beginning to tense up.

His anxiety left him as soon as he heard those three specific words from your mouth. His form loosened up from its tense position around your waist.

"I love you as well, My Precious Gamer"

Longer than the other due to only writing from my precious Idia <3 Ortho can't exactly cuddle-

Plus hes a child so

[loveydovey-leviathan]

ramshackle is alive.

gn!reader

.

you’ve always wondered how the hell this entire building was still standing. you’d think crowley would’ve demolished it by now, technically it’s a waste of space. it hasn’t had inhabitants for who knows how long.

but you’re grateful. you have a place to go to when the day ends, it’s the one thing you have in common with the rest of your friends. and while the floors are always creaking and the doors and windows never really keep the wind out- it’s something. and it is much better than nothing at all.

you’ve taken the time to meticulously clean and organize the rooms, the little bit of allowance you have all goes to the dorm and food. it’s tiresome but incredibly worth it; watching the house slowly turn from desolate and cold to a place of warmth and love.

slowly, ever so slowly. the house seems to... change, but only for you and grim, it seems. it’s brighter- more alive. the doors open easily despite your friends complaining it’s always locked, there are no longer shadows that seem to chase after you when walking through the hallways. the rooms you’re in are always warm and you notice that you no longer wake up at night shivering from the cold. 

you could say that it’s because of all the work you put in, but the feeling that the house you now call home here in twisted wonderland can’t be shaken off. the dorm being magic would explain a lot of what you’re experiencing.

you’ve asked the ghosts, but all they said was “maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. does it really matter?” you’ve asked crowley, but he wasn’t much help.

but you suppose your roommates were right. did it matter? you’d take care of the place you live either way. you’ll continue to clean the floors and dust the shelves, you’ll continue to sleep and study there, you’ll continue eating and inviting your friends over. the ramshackle dorm is home to you, and it will continue being so until you leave.

ramshackle was always so busy. its hallways bustling with life during the day, the occupants constantly chatting, laughing, playing- and when comes night it’s quiet and peaceful as the day ends. the ‘leader’ of the dorm turns off the lights and tells everyone to go to sleep, and (most of them) listen. the rooms are now filled with quiet snores and silent mumbling. and the cycle continues day after day.

but then they are gone.

there is no one to dust the shelves and clean the floorboards. there is no one to clean the cobwebs and shake away the spiders that make home in the corners. there is no one silently reading, no one studying. everything is still. everything is silent.

the house grows bitter over the many years it is empty. it prevents anyone from coming in, and the few that do swiftly leave once they see its pitiful state. 

but then a trio of ghosts come along and fill a tiny part of the dorm’s heart. they play and laugh and shout, just like their previous occupants did. it tries to make them leave at first, hate still in its soul for the pain of being abandoned still hasn’t healed. but they are ghosts, and no matter what it did, they would not depart.

overtime it grows used to their company, and they are grateful that someone finally lives in its walls. but regardless, it is not the same. for the dead cannot take care of it as the living can.

then you come. 

it is harsh at first, like it was to their late occupants. doors that won’t open, shadows that chase across hallways- but nothing changed. you still stayed along with that devilish cat you like to follow around.  and you take care of it. its floorboards are clean, cobwebs are gone, shelves are rid of dust. it is not perfect but there is only so much one can do. 

and it warms up to you. slowly, surely, eventually. it no longers makes strange sounds to scare you away, the doors open only for you, the lights shine brighter and the room is warmer when you walk in. 

it is happy. it may only inhabit one, but this one tries their best to take care of it like many others before it. it becomes a home again, slowly, but surely.

[mc-cos-charm]

In chats

Mc : that's rough bud..

Ace : zuko??!

Mc : I'm not zuko...

Mc : IM THE DARK LORD OZAI!

[kyupidos]

08/09/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

confessing, or being confessed toヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘how they choose to confess—or perhaps, how you confess.’

characters. ignihyde , diasomnia : idia shroud, ortho shroud , malleus draconia ( separate ) ;; romantic ( ortho is platonic, a cont. of idia’s ) . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. no real author’s note today..this one is formatted as a ficlet this time ‘round! this took a LOT of effort but i’m proud of it!

idia

. would idia even be able to find it in himself to confess to you? that’s a question that even he asks himself whenever the idea pops up in his head even for a second. he’s rather unsure of himself, after all, how can he be certain that his love for you is reciprocated? just look at him, he can’t help but think. he is himself, and you’re, well you’re you. though, his thoughts were casually interrupted by a sudden knocking, forcing him to get up and open the door, only to be greeted with you. “hey, idia! i got a note saying that you wanted to meet me at your room. what’s up?”

and, immediately, his otome recognition senses went haywire. the idea of a note being passed to meet up for a cliche confession, there was no way that was happening right now. except, your words proved his point wrong, no matter how much he wanted it to be otherwise. though, it seemed you came to a similar conclusion as you kept talking as he stammered to come up with an excuse.

“could it be..you’re in love with me?”

oh crap, oh crud! there was no way he was getting out of this one, he despaired as he stumbled backward and sunk into his gaming chair, still fumbling to get out of the situation. he still had zero clue as to your feelings for him, whether you saw him as a friend or something more, and he wasn’t even sure if you really genuinely saw him as a friend in the first place, you could just be participating in a super long dare for all he knows!

a second had passed, and eventually he took in a deep breath, trying to find the words, “ah, w-well actually, you see-” he halted, looking up to see your teasing expression. wait, maybe you see it all as a joke?! not the best way for his unexpected confession to go, but he can still make the most of it—

“because, i love you too.”

ah. never mind.

ortho

. “so, how did it go, nii-san?!” ortho excitedly leaned toward idia, who was in the middle of suffocating himself with his pillows. idia sighed deeply, unsure how to feel about the events that had passed so recently. “y’know, i meant the note thing as a joke..they even stole the confession away!” the younger shroud tilted his head, unsure of what to make of the revelation, before giggling lightheartedly.

“well, anyway, it worked out all in the end, didn’t it?” ortho patted idia’s shoulder sympathetically, smiling as his brother lifted his head up with a hesitant smile. it seemed that the elder shroud managed to get over his embarrassment faster than expected, thankfully enough.

thank goodness he made sure to slip the note in your textbook when he had the chance to.

malleus

. with a deep hum, malleus watched the fireflies that signaled his arrival light up the darkening sky of the ramshackle courtyard as he waited for any sign of movement—to be specific, of your movement. after all, what would make for a better spot to confess his love, than the very place he first saw you? he was already following proper courting etiquette before this moment, so he can only hope that you accept.

finally, after perhaps a moment’s or so passing an unexpectedly long waiting for him considering how he doesn’t think much of time, he heard a familiar voice ring in his ears, “tsunotarou, what are you doing here? it’s a bit later than usual, you know.” the draconia prince’s head perked up excitedly, a soft smirk on his face as he turned to face you, looking as beautiful as you always do, admiring your confused face. ignoring your well-intentioned jab at his sleep schedule, malleus gracefully extended a hand to you.

“care to dance, child of man?”

you weren’t exactly sure what you were dancing to, but malleus’ humming combined with the noises of the nature surrounding you both in the background was enough to keep you from stumbling awkwardly, along with the way he guided you along. actually, if you listened closely enough, you could almost make out an actual instrumental to a song, and some bats lurking in the trees, but you would ignore it for now as you continued dancing with the dragon fae.

finally, the song seemed to be nearing its end, and his actions slowed, but his hand did not let go of yours, causing your confusion to sink in once more. “i’m still wondering tsunotarou..why are we dancing, again?” “you may not be aware of this, child of man,” the fae finally stopped as he took your hand and gave the back of your palm a kiss, “but dances such as these are popular in fae courting rituals.”

“so by any chance, would you perhaps like to dance with me more, as partners in both dance and love?”

[onyourowndaisymae]

Trick or treat 🎃 🍭

Daisy I was so excited to see twst on your list omggg!!!

Could I plz request twisted wonderland with trick? 

ahhh yes! i've been back and forth on the decision but i honestly like twst too much NOT to write for it. so it will be joining the family on this blog :)

it was so, so warm.

there were a multitude of reasons why, all of which contributed to the rising heat in your system. maybe it was the cozy knit sweater you pulled on earlier heating you up. maybe it was the arm wrapped around you waist, holding you loosely into a warm chest. or maybe it was the flames licking at your cheeks, blood gathering in your face-- err, no, maybe it was the literal flames rubbing your skin.

idia's hair crackles around you, warm tendrils brushing your skin affectionately despite the stiffness of his whole body. you can see the tinge of pink gathering at this tips of his hair, for sure coordinating with the blush that must be staining his pale cheeks. to check would be to break rule number one of cuddling with him-- don't look at him, or he'll die.

"this... this is some real normie shit," idia mumbles lowly.

"would you like to stop?" you murmur, and his body tenses under you. "we can stop if you want to."

silence. his hand runs awkwardly across the length of your arm, fingers wobbly as he makes no move to release you. it's his silent way of saying no, this is fine.

"... am i doing this wrong? this feel wrong," he continues.

you break the golden rule and lift your head to look at him-- his heart pounds wildly against his chest, and idia physically shrinks away from your loving gaze. his eyes are wide and cheeks bright pink as he grips your sleeve in embarrassment. but you don't let him get any words out before pressing a quick peck on his lips and snuggling back into his chest.

"you're doing just fine. i like cuddling with you."

idia gawks stiffly in the space where you once were. his face burns brighter now-- reflected in the almost obnoxious crackle of his hair as it heats up with the rest of him-- and he swears his whole body will wither away from embarrassment. this normie shit is too high-level, he's certainly doing something wrong, but you just kissed him like that and he can feel his brain shut down on him like a corrupted hardrive--

... maybe it's okay if you look at him all sweet like that. don't make it a habit, though-- his fragile otaku heart can't handle so much love at once.

wanna trick-or-treat with me?

[mee-op]

> reposted from my side blog @loveydovey-leviathan

.twst x gn!reader.

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MALLEUS

when he first came to you with a bracelet in hand, he was certain you would like it. it's simple and lightweight, gold looks good on anyone > and he asked lilia's opinion.

what he did't expect was to find you looking up at him awkwardly— eyes darting side to side like you don't know what to say.

eventually, after the tense moment of hesitation— you politely reject his gift.

he's confused at first, but he brushes it off and concludes that maybe you just didn't like such an expensive gift.

but when comes back to you multiple times to give you more— the answer is the same.

dragon boy is taking this super hard. do you not want to be around him anymore? or are you one of those people who feel like they "don't deserve" good things?

and then he sees one of your first-year friends giving you a gift, and he sees you accept it with no hesitation. no awkward rejection, no looking like you don't want to be there— just a smile and a thank you.

his chest starts to hurt at the sight.

but he's not one to give up. after watching you for a day and seeing for himself what you like; he's certain he's found the perfect gift: your favourite food.

he's teleporting to ramshackle with a smile on his face, absolutely sure he'll finally get to witness you accepting a homemade present of his with a smile.

so when he's at your door, offering you his cooking; he can't help but feel a bit angry when you still decline.

but most of all he's just hurt. have you grown afraid of him? has he already lost one of his only friends outside of his family?

thus he confronts you about it. he says he saw you accept a gift from a friend without faltering, and he wants to know why you don't do the same for him.

he's surprised when you blurt out the truth; the reason why you don't accept gifts from not just him but all fae.

but moreso he's grateful he's finally gotten an answer.

he's understanding with you, there are many stereotypes humans have when it comes to fae, and vice versa. it's one of his missions as future king to rid of those false assumptions.

from then on, he doesn't give you gifts unless you explicitly state that you don't mind. he's going to try and prove to you that all he wants is to be someone dear to you, just as you are to him.

SEBEK

he spent a lot of time choosing the very first gift he would give to you. it had to be perfect. you only have this moment once, after all.

after he triple-checked that it was to your liking (a plushie from an anime you like— strange but he won't judge.. too much), he excitedly walked to your mess of a dorm.

after all that giddiness, you can imagine his disappointment when you decline his present to you.

he was sure he got something you liked and really wanted, but he reluctantly admits to himself that he might've been wrong. he just has to make the next one better.

but that doesn't work either. every time he tries to gift you something, you politely decline.

at this point, he knew you must be playing some sort of stupid prank on him. getting these gifts aren't easy, y'know. and he's seen you accept stuff from other people just fine!

do you just... not like him?

he gets a bit sad at the thought, but before he mopes he wants to know exactly why you keep rejecting him.

he was expecting a lot of things when he confronted you; some were stupid, some were hurtful. but at least he would get an answer.

what he didn't expect was for you to blurt out an old stereotype about fae.

he goes red for just a few seconds before realizing getting angry about it would be hypocritical; especially since he's still unlearning the assumptions he thought about humans.

he honestly doesn't know what to do now that he's learned the truth. he supposes the only thing he can do is stop giving you presents and try to convince you that he isn't trying to make some sort of deal.

he's a bit rude about it honestly i've seen your life and i am not impressed but he hopes you know that it's his way of proving that he just wants to be treated and thought of ike you do your other friends

LILIA

he's been watching you even before you knew who he was, so he was prepared for rejection when he planned to give you gifts.

he's hoping he might be able to change your mind about fae. it might be a slow process; after all unlearning what you've been taught when you were young takes a while.

so he figures if he gives you gifts and you see that he doesn't want some kind of deal with you, you'll trust fae more Ʌ Ʌ

whenever you politely decline him, he just gives you a smile and drags you to diasomnia to hang out.

this goes on for a long while, longer than he expected. so he figures if he asks you about it personally the two of you can work it out.

it's only when he hears you say it himself that he realizes he might've gone about this the wrong way. he was just making you uncomfortable most of the time.

so he tells you he'll stop giving you gifts. he's not offended, he's lived for so long that someone believing in fae stereotypes won't concern him at all.

he just hopes he hasn't completely destroyed any chance of keeping a friendship between both of you.

[cvlutos]

♡ R.H & V.S | REJECTION | ANGST

"Je suis désolé..."

He slides the familiar brown feather hat from his head, eyes casted downward in such a way that youre not sure you've seen before. His usual straighten posture is loose, like unraveling thread, and he’s quiet. There’s no humming, no mummering of the endless beauty, nothing as he looks away with furrowed brows.

Guilt. It is a rare feeling that he lets you see. Always doing his best to hid it away, even as his friend, seeing the huntsman guilty is nearly unthinkable. He, who always plans and thinks it through, he’s guilty? The letter feels like weights and your throat feels dry, and every inhale feels as if you were breathing sand. For a moment you wonder where you are. You're in a private part of the pomefiore gardens. Confessing. Yes. You're confessing. To your friend. Youre confessing to your friend...

Who doesn't like you...

Who's sorry that he doesn't like you in such a way....

"Forgive me if I've mislead you...." Mislead. To lead astray. Like a shepherd leading his sheep wrong, letting them wander too far. With such flowery words and such intimate moments—secrets shared though proximity and closed lips. With his hat upon your head, and he, quietly recited poetry. Whispering words into you ear. Yet he misled you. Made you think there was something.

But it wasn't just something... It was... You love him. The late nights in which he visited. Nights in which he held you close to his chest, hands cold open your flesh yet grounding. It’s almost funny, how close he held you, grasping you, telling you how important you are to him. How much feels for you.

To think he felt no such thing.

No feelings of love, desire, nothing as he erased your fears. Filled you with hot words, broken promises, when he didn’t mean it. Why would he spend hours of his time only to not love you. Why would he call you perfect to only deem that you weren’t good enough to be his. Why?

You try and speak. To open your lips and beg for an explanation, for a reason. You deserve one, right? Having been brave and pur your heart on the line. To be the one to confess first.

Yet when you do.

When you take that first step. He takes a step away. Separating himself. As if afraid that a fraction closer would—poison him. Yet you know that to him, poison is sweet. Elegant. Refined. Dressed in purple robes and lilac eyes. To him poison is sweet, and you are a antidote he wants not of. Regret flashes in his eyes and in a moment he's turning from you, leaving you standing in the private garden...

The letter feels like a ton of bricks.

So! If you’re on my discord, I posted the draft of this like hrs ago, but this the final copy!! @v-anrouge

[olivyh]

Hihi!! I absolutely love your writing :DD

Can I request an Azul x Gn!Reader in which the Reader asks Azul a bunch of ocean questions and Azul answers them in excruciating detail? Fluff please!! The questions are completely up to you :D

Please take as much time as you need on this!! Make sure to take breaks and drink water :))

Hi!! Thank you so so much <<333 sorry for the delayed response, but this was so much fun to write! I'm not the best at ocean facts, so I hope this will suffice!!! I also hoped going to more lore-based questions was alright with you!

"So... how exactly do you breathe underwater?" Azul paused and looked up from his paperwork, unable to stifle the smile that slowly crept onto his previously pursed lips. It was a quiet day in the Mostro Lounge- Floyd was actually working for once, and there weren't any rowdy customers. He'd only gotten two contract deals, much to his dismay, but he was glad that he had more free time to spend with his lover. The prefect sits in one of the wooden chairs pulled up to his desk, a plate of shrimp chips and seaweed wafers between them and munches happily, their crunching breaking the silence that was otherwise occupied by the scratching of his pen.

Lately, the two had not had much time to spend together- what with their constant running around (Azul swore that he was going to pluck all the feathers from that crow if he overwhelmed them one more time) and his busy schedule. He felt a stab of regret after watching them fall asleep in his office one night, waiting for him to finish his endless mountains of work simply so they could have dinner together. Azul had never felt his heart constrict so painfully that it brought tears to his eyes when he saw that they made him dinner in a small box, the food having gone cold hours prior. He'd sat beside them on the firm leather couch then, slowly tracing over their features with his ungloved hand and biting back the tears that broke free from his sky-blue eyes and fell freely onto the back of his other hand, clenched painfully in his lap.

"We have gills, naturally," He pauses and lifts a finger, dragging it along the large marks that lined the sides of his neck- now made visible from his unbuttoned collar. "They never fully went away in our human forms. As you know we have gills on our ribs as well. We actually have to breathe through our mouths, which then moves through our bodies and into the gill's capillaries-" He pauses, looking over to meet the prefect's eyes. He flushes a bit under their unwavering attention, but he clears his throat and continues despite the pounding in his chest. "From there, the water runs over the gills and the oxygen is picked up by these blood vessels before being expelled from the gills."

"So the water goes out and not in?"

"Correct," He smiles, raising his hand and wiping away some crumbs that made their way onto their cheek. Azul huffs playfully, chuckling under his breath. "Really, such a messy eater~". The prefect sticks out their tongue playfully before moving onto another chip, popping it into their mouth and chewing carefully while staring at the ceiling, seemingly deep in thought.

"What if you accidentally breathe something in? Can you choke?"

Azul sighs and sits back in his chair, placing his pen down and crossing his arms. He doesn't miss how they seem to grin at him and his now relaxed posture- meaning that they would be talking like this uninterrupted for a good amount of time.

"We can't choke, my Dear," He takes a breath before pointing to the marks on his neck once more. "The oxygen goes in here and then is pumped into our lungs- unlike humans, our lungs aren't connected to any sort of windpipe and is instead filtered through our blood vessels-" He moves his hand down to his ribs, drawing invisible lines along the sides. "And food can't necessarily get stuck in here either. There are no direct passageways- they're simply slits in our skin to allow for breathing."

"So," They eat another chip, offering him another one. He gladly accepts it, leaning over and allowing them to feed it to him before leaning back in his chair. "Your lungs are free floating?"

"Not exactly. It's more like... there's nothing connecting them to our throats, if that makes sense." They hum in understanding, standing quickly. The mer jumps in his seat from the sudden action, feeling his face flush when they decide to abandon their seat and replace it with his lap.

Azul swears that he saw the heavens themselves beckoning for him when he feels their fingers lightly trace over the lines on the sides of his neck before trailing down to his ribs.

"So here... and here..."

Azul, struggling to catch his breath, nods. They had been dating for quite some time, and he should very well be used to their antics by now, but he could never get over the sudden spurts of physical affection they'd give him. The small and intimate gestures made his heart race and his head spin as he could swear that his legs were turning back into tentacles as the floor seemed to warp beneath his leather shoes. Their hand slowly traces back up to his neck, giving the marks one more affectionate rub before cupping his cheek. Their soft thumb rubs the skin just below his glasses, their nail clicking against the glass for a moment as he sighs happily and leans into their touch, allowing his own hand to run gently up their forearm. He relishes in the way their hand trembles for a moment and the goosebumps that begin to litter the exposed skin of their arm, glad to know that they weren't the only one to have this effect on him.

He cups their hand in his own, pressing his cheek deeper into their warm palm as he slips his eyes closed and sighs happily, turning his head ever so slightly to press a small kiss on the underside of their wrist, allowing his lips to linger there for a moment until he could hear the way their breath hitched and their thumb's movement on his cheek stuttered.

Azul opens his eyes in time to notice their face approaching his, and he beams at the giddiness and excitement that bubbles in his chest as they pepper his face in kisses playfully, spending more time to give extra love to the mole that sat below his lip. He chuckles and does the same to their face, using his free arm to hold them close to his chest as they squirm and giggle at his actions.

The mer parts for a moment, smiling softly as his eyes trace over their flushed face, still painted with a warm smile as their eyes crinkle from the effort, turning them into the most gorgeous half-crescent shapes he swore he'd ever seen. He looked over each and every one of their features, trying in vain to immortalize this moment and live in it forever; to take hold of this comfort and adoration that consumed his spacious office and put it in a bottle for his eyes alone.

"Any other questions for me, my Dear?" They shift in his lap, now fully facing him and resting their head against his shoulder, yawning. "I'm all yours."

"I know you are," He chuckles at their response and presses a kiss to their forehead, running his hand along their hairline until he notices that their shoulders begin to rise and fall evenly as their soft snores fill his ears. Slowly, he releases their waist and reaches behind him to pull his jacket off the back of his chair. With a little difficulty, he manages to wrap it around his still-sleeping lover as he relaxes beneath them. He sighs and takes his glasses off, tossing them haphazardly onto the hardwood of his desk, and rests his head against his lover's own, deciding that he was due for an afternoon nap as well.

[hanafubukki]

One day Malleus pops up at Ramshackle Dorm while you are doing laundry.

He sees you struggling to do it while Grim is little to no help, so he offers to help you.

You would think he’s excited from the slight skip in his steps and his fanged smile.

It turns out he is, he’s very excited.

He helps you wash the bedsheets by hand. All the while telling you how he did the same when Silver used to pee his bed, but was too ashamed to tell Lilia, so Malleus would take the sheets and wash them secretly.

Malleus helped you separate the clothes into multiple piles before expertly turning on the laundry machine. From the way he talked, you wondered if he read the entire manual.

You two hung the damp laundry on the lines outside, while Malleus spoke about little Silver and Sebek helping him back in the day.

The two carrying piles of cloths in their hands, some dragging on the ground. The littles ones competing on who can be the biggest help. The wide smile spoke of nostalgia.

As you two folded the laundry, he mentioned how at the end, they all would lay on warm sheets. The little ones falling asleep on him after a long day, with crumbs on their cheeks from the snacks they ate.

Lilia would come home after his trip, would pat each of them and remark how amazing they were.

Malleus spoke, how even he, was included in these affectionate gestures even though he was older than the young ones. You could tell though, he adores the affection he received back then, as he still does now.

As Malleus spoke, you couldn’t help but observe him fondly.

He wasn’t Malleus Draconia, the Future King of Briar Valley, but just himself.

He was simply, Malleus Draconia.

The Fae who loves his family.

A student of NRC.

The Housewarden of Diasomnia.

Your Tsunotarou.

Yours.

In this moment of time, everything was perfect.

[trappolia]

HOT THINGS HE DOES FOR YOU ── sebek zigvolt + gn!reader, 537

i. verbal appreciation. it’s a whole thing. there’s not a single day that will go by that this man doesn’t let you know how much he appreciates every little thing you do for him. sometimes it’s loud and booming, making the other students and staff in the library flinch because of the sheer volume of his voice, but other times it’s silent and soft-spoken, the ghost of a kiss against your skin in the late hours of the night. he doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal, but it means so much to you that he’s so open about how truly grateful he is for you.

ii. towers over you most of the time. he’s big and strong, and there’s something attractive about that combined with the fact that he’s practically dedicated himself to being your guard alongside his official duties to malleus. it’s not uncommon to have him lingering behind you, ready to step forward the moment you need his help. the position also makes for very good back hugs, should you request them at the right place and time.

iii. has a tendency to touch up on your appearance without you asking. he’s used to looking after silver, making sure he looks nothing less than perfect (even though silver has that unfair advantage of always looking princely even if he fell asleep in a ditch), and that habit extends to you over time. he soundlessly reaches out to you to adjust the collar of your uniformm of the fringe your hair as if you have no personal space, leaning in close enough for his lips to accidentally brush against your skin. it’s a wonder that he doesn’t notice the way your breath hitches (or does he…?).

iv. takes a while to learn how to whisper, but when he does, you can’t help but feel like he’s using it against you in some way. he gets closer than necessary when he’s whispering in your ear, to the point that his lips are brushing against your skin every time he moves. you don’t want him to tell him to move away, especially since you’re not exactly uncomfortable by the sudden close proximity, so you’re just left to pray to whatever deities exist in the world of twisted wonderland that he doesn’t notice the way your ears are suddenly burning hot and you’ve somehow forgotten how to breathe.

v. remembers the most trivial things about you, from the expression you make when you’re eating something you’re not particularly fond of to your body language when it’s too cold but you don’t want anyone to know that you’re freezing your ass off, even the way your gaze shifts around a crowded room when your social battery is depleting. one could say that he knows you better than you know yourself. he applies his knowledge very discreetly, so subtle that barely anyone notices. you do, of course, because you’re quite proud to say that you know sebek almost as well as he knows you. but you’re much too hesitant to point it out, afraid that if you were to do so, he’d stop. (a silly fear; sebek wouldn’t be able to stop caring for you even if he tried)

© trappolia 2024

[a-midnight-rabbit-writes]

Kisses and Cabernet

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Vil x Male!Reader

A shy, wine-drunk reader realizes that the feelings they have for a close friend are far from platonic

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CW: consumption of alcohol, intoxication, no pronouns used but reader is implied to be male

Word count: 566

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He was laughing at you.

Vil Schoenheit was laughing at you.  And you for whatever reason just couldn’t find it in yourself to be angry or even moderately displeased about it.  

Lifting yourself from the place where you had stumbled to the floor, you guided yourself back to your chair, an inebriated wobble gracing your steps as you settled back into your spot across the table from the other man.

You could feel your heart skipping erratically in your chest, and a warmth blossoming across your cheeks, both a side effect of the wine and embarrassment you told yourself, nothing more.  It was certainly not because of the giddy blond in front of you, who had slowly been letting his ever-present facade rest on the occasions that the two of you had come to spend time alone together.  Occasions that you had noticed were becoming more frequent, of late.

You reach for your half-empty glass of wine, sitting on the edge of the table, the contents of the glass, some variety of red wine, more than likely something with quite the price tag on it, knowing Vil’s penchant for settling upon nothing but the best.  Having spent the last while lost in conversation with your former classmate, you had lost track of not only time, but just how many glasses you’d had.  You briefly wondered just how many madols worth of wine you had consumed this evening.

“I think you’ve had quite enough of that for tonight, my dear sweet potato.”  Vil stated, stifling his laughter and regaining his composure as he refocused his lilac eyes onto you.  You were certain that at this moment his eyes outshone even the glimmering golden eyeshadow that he had dusted on his eyelids for this evening.  Had that particular shade of purple always been quite so lovely?  You were sure that you had always been more partial to other colors.

Realizing that you had been staring for several moments too long you tore your gaze away from his, feeling your face warm anew, your cheeks burning even more this time.

“Is something the matter dear potato?”  Having had a glass or two of wine himself, Vil couldn’t hide the teasing lilt in his voice.  Or perhaps he could, he was a world-class actor after all.  Across from him, you must have been dying.  The frantic palpitations in your chest accompanied a sudden lack of oxygen as you attempted in vain to regain a semblance of collectedness under the model’s playful gaze.  You shut your eyes, taking a shallow breath.

“Everything’s fine.” You assured him, none too convincingly.

In a more serious tone this time he spoke your name.

“Look at me.”

You opened your eyes to see him leaning close to you, his expression unreadable, though his eyes held a softness that you weren’t sure you’d ever seen in them before.

Before you had a chance to react, the other man’s lips were pressed against your own, his fingers lightly brushing against your jawline before trailing to the back of your neck, his fingertips warm against the nape of your neck.  His other hand grasped yours atop the cool wooden surface of the table.  Your eyes fluttering closed, you were unsure if this was real, or some saccharine daydream born of your inebriation.  

Though you were at least certain of one thing; his lips were sweeter than any wine.

[loverofazul]

quick disclaimer for tumblr

THIS IS CUDDLING!! NOT ANYTHING MATURE!!

Im posting this again cause tumblr decided to mark it as a mature/sexual theme

pls dont do that again, its not, its cuddles, simple as that

𝑯𝒖𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 Pt.1

-Ｈｅａｒｔｓｌａｂｙｕｌ Ｄｏｒｍ-

Riddle couldn't help the warmth of his face as you held I'm close. Your fingers carefully running through his hair as he cuddled into your chest. Eyes closed tightly, he squeezed your waist, mumbling his words.

"I....I love you....My Heart"

He heard you hum, his fingers digging into your clothes as you mumbled back--his face burning even brighter.

"And I love you, My King"

Ace couldn't help but take in a deep breath, inhaling your scent with a smile. It was a calming one. One he couldn't help but feel comfort and warmth in. It was your scent, the person he loved.

Pulling you closer to his chest, he tightened his arms around you. "I love you so much, My Royal"

The male felt you grip the front of his shirt, pulling yourself closer to him. "I love you too, My Prince"

Deuce could feel his face heat up as you placed a kiss on his forehead. He buried his face further into your collarbone, placing a shy kiss on your skin. He couldn't help but shiver at your giggle, your breath cold on his warm skin.

"Love you, My Blueberry" You had mumbled into his hair, placing another kiss on his head.

Gulping nervously, the male let out a shaky breath and mumbled back. "Lov-Love you too, My Dear"

Trey chuckled as you whined and pulled him back. He laid on his back, running a hand down your back as you snuggled into his neck. Your breath against his skin made him shiver slightly, his cheek resting on your head.

"I love you so much, Pretty Boy/Girl"

Your arms tightened around his waist as you mumbled sleepily. "Love you so so soooo much, My Tart"

A small snort left the male's mouth at the nickname.

Cater hummed in content as he snuggled into your stomach. Your fingers messed with his hair, running through it and twisting it between them. He could feel his mind start to get foggy, sleep overtaking his senses.

He was able to slur out his love for you before drifting to sleep. "Love yous soo much Sweets"

"Love you as well, My Model" You mumbled back, closing your own eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep.

[loveydovey-leviathan]

‘helping’ them do their situps | yuuken & yuuka

x gn!reader

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ENMA YUUKEN:

When you said you wanted to help him do his sit-ups, he was slightly confused. He’s never had a problem doing them before other than the occasional stomach cramp because he kept pushing himself- he’s done the exercise every day. But he agreed anyway. 

After taking his shirt off, he took position and placed his towel and water bottle on the table beside him as you put your hands on his ankles to keep him in place.  “Ready?” he asked.

“Yep.” He laid down with his hands behind his head, and when he brought himself up, he suddenly felt a light pressure on his lips.

Oh. So that’s what you meant. He feels heat gathering in his cheeks and when he looks away to save himself the embarrassment- he hears you chuckle at his flustered state.

“Aren’t you going to continue?”

He looks at you again, as if to ask ‘are you serious?’ but it’s hard to take his usually stoic face seriously when he’s struggling to make eye contact with you. Eventually, he manages to take a hold of himself.

He lies back down and hoists himself up, and once again, he’s met with your lips.

HIRASAKA YUUKA:

She happily agreed when you suggested helping with her sit-ups, not thinking much of it. Maybe she could convince you to join her, either way, you’d be watching her workout. It’s a win in her book.

After doing a few stretches, she prepares to begin the exercise. She feels your hand around her ankles and you give her a thumbs-up to signify that you’re ready. When she hoists herself up- her lips touch yours.

Her eyes widen at the feeling, feeling her cheeks turn pink. But before she could kiss you back, you’ve already pulled away. From the look on your face, this was your plan all along. In hindsight, she probably should’ve known. 

There’s a smug challenging little smile plastered on your face. “You going to keep doing your situps?” To that, she chuckles and gently pulls you closer by your wrist- onto her lap. “I think we can do that later.” 

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