#twst fanfics

[etheries1015]

We share the love language of biting. Now imagine TWST beatsfolk has that as an actual sign of courting. Like you're chilling with Leona, not dating or wooing him, and then you bite his cheek in affection. And all of Savanaclaw is shocked because among them, it's the same as i.e. proposing marriage. The utter chaos XD

OHH MY GOSSSHHH YOUR BRAIN >>> I LITERALLY LOVE THIS SO MUCH??? HAHAHA SODEFHSELKJD i'm gonna expand on that for a few characters...

Accidentally courting them

General warnings: Gender-neutral reader, not really proof read lol. Obvious Malleus and Lilia favoritism <3 I also decided that they ARE dating in this scenario, I think its cuter that way in my head heuheu

Featuring: Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Malleus, Lilia, ... and Rook HAHA.

TW: none! Just a bunch o' fluff of biting your non-human lover without realizing it was a sign of courtship <3

Leona

It was a typical day for Leona. You two were sitting in the lounge where most of the other students lingered, Leona becoming rather... possessive as of late. Instead of resting in his bedroom away from prying eyes as you had requested from your lover, he ignored all your feeble cries requesting privacy. Instead, he holds you in his lap without worrying what others are thinking. A form of showing others you were his, and his alone. You were conflicted in your feelings, staring at him. His eyes were closed, but he could feel your gaze burning into his head.

"How long are you-" Then it happened. You gave in. You gave his cheek a bit of a nibble. All of the sudden the chattering stopped, all eyes were on you, before they start patting Leonas back and giving him congrats while a few seemed to pull presents right out of their asses.

"Wha- what's going on?" Leona grumbled with a light blush before growling and pushing the face of someone who tried to hand him another gift.

"You all look like idiots! You know biting means something different to us. Don't be dumb." Okay, now you were extra confused. Seeing your utter ignorance, Leona sighed.

"Biting in our land is a sign of courtship, herbivore." ...Oh. You blush deeply and hide your face in his chest, Leona looking away flustered and ruffling your hair.

"Try again in a few years, and I just might bite you back."

Ruggie

You were walking down the halls with your boyfriend when suddenly you had the urge to just...bite him. an overwhelming sense of love and affection for the fact he had given you some of the bread he (probably legally) got ahold of. You smiled fondly at the bread and back at Ruggie before placing your mouth on the bulb of his shoulder, causing him to yelp in suprise and dropping his half of the bread.

"wha- huh?! What was that for?" He became flustered, bending over to pick up his bread and slowly move away from you with bright red cheeks. You furrowed your eyebrows and hugged yourself, almost embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I just...I dunno," Your cryptic and non specific response left him with his jaw open and eyes wide, spluttering out things like "We're still in school! I don't have the funds yet-" before a familiar fist came and knocked the back of Ruggies head. Leona stood there smiling in amusement and chuckling at you.

"I don't think they know what that means to us beastman, Ruggie." Even more confused then before, you asked for clarification.

"You just asked him to marry you with that bite of yours, herbivore." Now YOUR mouth was wide open, and Ruggie managed to get flee from the scene without much notice from you nor his senior.

Oh brother. You have a lot of communicating to do with that one.

Jack

You were sitting at the lunch table eating away at your food when you noticed...Jack's biceps. You marveled at the sight of his bulky arms- it's a wonder to you how he managed to become so strong and have the motivation to train all day. With a burst of admiration, instead of biting into your sandwich - you took a bite into his muscle. He yelped in suprise and just stared at you, face slowly turning red. Ace and Deuce laughed at his reaction, ready to ask you what was up before Jack took it upon himself to... well, flustered and rapidly spit-firing plans.

"W-we are still so young! Are you sure about this? I-i never knew our relationship was at this level!" He grabbed both of your hands and looked you in your (bewildered) eyes.

"If you're serious about this, I promise I will protect and love you for the rest of my life. But before we go ahead with the ceremony, I want you to meet my parents and get their blessings. Oh, and I need to get a stable job after we finish school first, too, so I can support you and our future. know we haven't talked about marriage before but-" You quickly cut him off in astonishment before crying out,

"MARRIAGE?! Jack, WHAT are you talking about?! I am absolutely not ready for marriage! What got into you?!"

...Queue Ruggie and Leona hysterically laughing at your utter confusion, reveling in the ignorance of it all for a few moments longer before explaining properly what you had just committed yourself unknowingly to.

Malleus

You were laying in the bed of Malleus Draconias's dorm, scrolling on your phone whilst his tail wrapped around your waist as he sat next to you reading a book. You sighed lightly and leaned your head back against the board of the mattress, turning slightly to look at your handsome fae lover. Your eyes then went down to his pale and perfect skin of his neck, the way it was free from all blemishes, smooth, and bright. Something about it made you want to taint it a light shade of red... He felt you shuffle slightly to adjust your body to be in just the right position where his neck was in full view. He glanced over to you feeling you wriggle free from his tails grasp, tilting his head seeing the look in your eyes crazed as you leaned over and just...chomped down on his collarbone.

You felt his tail twitch and his hands quickly throw the book he was reading aside to grasp your wrists, turning your body around and pinning you to the bed and carrassing your cheek with his tail.

"Biting..." He murmured, "Does this mean the same to humans as it does to Fae? You wish to be wed?" Your jaw dropped and cheeks took on a rosey hue, stuttering over yourself.

"W-wed?! I mean, I like to bite when I feel affectionate b-but marriage...I mean maybe one day b-but-"

"Biting in Fae culture is a sign of courtship and ownership. How brazen of you to mark me," he chuckled, "I shall take it you wish to own the next king of Briar Valley?" You could tell at this point Malleus was teasing you, something he picked up from the time you two have been dating.

Malleus could not help but return the favor by riddling your body with his own bite marks. Although he understood you perhaps did not have the intention of marrying him with your silly little form of affection, he knew in his mind with every bite that he was very serious about your future with him.

Lilia

Lilia already knew that biting in the human world did not mean marriage, yet was akin to something more of "cute aggression." So when you have the habit of biting him in the privacy of yours or his room, he knows you simply meant it as a form of affection, letting him know that you had an overwhelming sense of love for the old fae. He bit you back consistently on many occasions, it just seemed to be the perfect form of showing love for one another.

You didn't actually know it meant something much deeper, until you were in the diasomnia lounge and unable to control yourself as you grabbed Lilias hand and bit down gently on his wrist. You couldn't help it, he was being so entirely silly and loving towards you, that you couldn't help but show this public display of affection. Much to everyone else's dismay, however. Sebek stares at you with his mouth agape, sounds of disbelief escaping past his lips yet a sentence unable to form. Malleus as well seemed surprised at this.

"(y/n)," Malleus said, "You wish to marry Lilia?" You coughed at the sudden question and let out a feeble and awkward chuckle.

"I mean...I wouldn't mind one day, of course. We haven't really talked about it. Why the sudden question?"

"HOW DARE YOU," Sebek cried out after finally finding his words, "How dare you bite Lilia and be so insolent as to not move forward with your actions in dignity! YOU MUST TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR PROPOSAL-" Lilia started snickering, cutting Sebek off with a wave of his hand.

"It's quite alright, Sebek. Biting means something much different to humans than Fae, I suppose this is the first you had seen us put on a show of affection, hence your confusion." He turned to you, who had furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips at Sebeks sudden outburst.

"Biting, my dear, is a form of courtship to us fae. It is a sign of ownership," He chuckled.

"Why didn't you tell me that?!" You exasperated, "I mean, it wouldn't have changed anything I have done, but I would have been more careful about it... especially if it means something more to you," Lilia gracefully explained he understood it meant something slightly different to humans, before gently grabbing your hand and raising it to his mouth.

"Well, now that you understand what it means," He put your ring finger into his mouth and took a bite at the base,

"Would you like to bite me once more, my dear?"

Bonus:

Rook

You bit his arm and he immediately was on one knee.

"Was that a proposal? You know mon cheri, biting one affectionately is often a declaration of courtship-" You hit the top of his head and walked away from your interesting boyfriend.

"You're not a beastman or a fae! I'm never biting you again!" Your face red and folding your arms, turning away (ah, his cute tsundere lover.)

Oh woe is Rook! He begs and begs you to bite him more, he wants to be covered in your marks. It means you were claiming him as your own, right? RIGHT??

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This was so fun to write DFSEFDSFIHSLDKJF thank you for the brain rot heuheuheueheueh

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【 when the world stopped for you 】

summary: it's jamil viper's birthday and he isn't too enthused...until the prefect waltzes into his room, promising surprise and a magic carpet ride. and who was jamil to refuse such an offer?

author's note: welcome to my homage to jamil viper ! i did want to write a character study type of fic, but i thought he deserved some fluffy comfort for his birthday, so here it is, refreshingly late >:DD i hope you enjoy the fic ^^

characters: jamil viper x gn!prefect

word count: 2.5k

tags: happy birthday jamil viper !!, he's done w/ the prefect, but is he really if he likes them ?, they take a magic carpet ride "a whole new world style" (jamil is jasmine and prefect is aladdin lmao)

[ or read it on ao3 ! ]

Birthdays weren't something that Jamil celebrated. The memories of birthdays from his childhood were of his sister's small hands shaking him awake. The lamplight illuminating the kunafa his parents made, singing hushed songs before the work day started.

He would end up having one bite of the kunafa before rushing off to wake up Kalim for his morning lessons. The white-haired boy always had some magnificent gift waiting for him, which he always respectfully declined, no matter how much he wanted it. Because he was taught that 'it isn't polite to accept grand gifts from your master.'

Living in the Al-Asim household for so long, he had seen his fair share of birthday parties and banquets. It happened often each year, with each of Kalim's many siblings having their own parties every birthday. Even Kalim himself was known for hosting one of the most extravagant and beautiful parties for his birthdays back in Scalding Sands.

So it was to his surprise that he was the one getting the "birthday banquet" treatment at NRC. He knew how this went down. You get an outfit and a party after school was over. That was what happened last year. Yet he still couldn't get used to all the hustle and bustle.

Jamil stared at his own birthday outfit bitterly, the failures and mistakes of his second year stinging like a phantom wound. Certainly this was enough celebration. He already got enough birthday greetings to fill a jar, and he didn't even have to make breakfast. He didn't need a party on top of that.

Nonetheless, Jamil dutifully put on the suit, feeling the slide of cool fabric against his skin. Even if he didn't like the ritual, NRC had good taste in fabrics at least.

He had just slipped on the bolo tie when his door slipped open. He frowned, turning, "I thought I said no enteri–"

He froze when he saw the person standing at the door. Grinning widely, the Prefect waved, "Hey, birthday boy!"

Jamil winced, "Spare me, please."

"But I haven't seen you all day, senpai, and plus," They closed the door behind him before flopping next to his desk. "It is your birthday."

He rolled his eyes lightly as he fastened the rosette on his clothes, "It's not like I'm having the time of my life here."

"Right," They drawled, picking up one of the stray books on his table. "You're the type that hates when attention is all on you, huh?"

He stared at them pointedly before they laughed, "C'mon, at least appreciate all their efforts! They're kicking up quite the storm out there for your birthday."

Jamil stopped his movements, "Please tell me there aren't any animals."

"There are no animals."

"Prefect. Lying isn't good for you."

"Well, maybe I saw just one parrot–"

"That Kalim–"

They clapped, "Well, before you storm out, I have a proposal that I think you'd be interested in."

"A proposal?" Jamil huffed. "What, are you going to magically somehow make the party go away?"

There was a rustling sound that sounded awfully loud in the brief silence of the room. Jamil did a slow turn, seeing Kalim's carpet fluttering right next to the Prefect. There was a cheeky smile on their face as the looked at him.

"No."

"But I haven't even said anything yet!"

"Wait," Jamil held up a hand, effectively stopping their on-coming speech. "How did you even get to that? I thought I locked up it in the treasury."

"You see," They started, standing up to let the carpet wrap around them like a shawl. "I feel like Tassel has a sensor or something. It likes me quite a lot so it came to greet me when I was sneak— I mean, walking around."

"Tassel?" Jamil asked, watching as one of the carpet's corners shook in recognition. "You named the carpet?"

"Hey, Kalim liked the name," They pursed their lips as if offended. "Besides, the important part is that it likes the name. Now let's go already, or else it'll be too late."

"Late for what?" Jamil paid them no mind, instead reaching for his magic pen.

Which...wasn't there.

He let out a deep sigh, turning to see the Prefect dangling the pen from their grasp. He knew that they would go to great lengths to get things their way, using any trick that they could, yet...

"I guess Ruggie's lessons are working huh," They preened lightly at their achievement. "You didn't notice a thing!"

"That really isn't something to be proud of," He stood, approaching them. Well, it wasn't like he said 'no' in the first place. "So, where are we going?"

"Really? You're coming?"

Jamil looked away from that starry-eyed look of theirs, "Quickly now. Or would you like me to change my mind?" Now that got them moving, dragging Tassel into a prone position before helming the carpet.

"Before you ask, I got lessons from Kalim for this," They chimed in, patting the space right next to them. "So don't make this all for nothing." Jamil climbed on, reluctantly holding on to the flying carpet's edge.

With a few encouraging whispers to the carpet, the two set off into the darkening sky. The breeze that kissed his skin felt almost cool, heralded by the sun's dying light. And he couldn't take his eyes off the horizon.

"Hey, no looking!" They scolded over their shoulder. "It's no fun if you ruin the surprise!"

"Alright, alright," Jamil closed his eyes, holding on to the Prefect's shirt for purchase. "No need to yell." They really were something, asking him to ride blind on a magic carpet.

"You know, I feel like the thief from that story that Kalim told me about before," Their voice was closer, like they were sitting next to him." What did he say again? Ahem, 'Tell me, princess, when did you last let your heart decide'?"

"You're calling me the princess?" Jamil asked after a beat, confusing even himself when he indulged in their ramblings.

"I mean, I am playing the role of the thief, so naturally you're the princess," They snickered slightly. "Would you like me to serenade you too?"

If his eyes were open, he would've rolled them by now, "Just focus on getting us wherever we're going in one piece." And that was that, until Jamil felt their hand settle over his eyes as they came to a halt.

"Okay, ready?" They said, sounding like they were behind him now. "Take a step down, I'll guide you." Jamil could feel the heat of their hand at the small of his back, gently directing him as he took steps blindly on the sand.

"If sand ends up getting in my hair or this suit," He said in a warning tone. "You're going to be cleaning the Scarabia kitchens for a while."

"Yeah, yeah," They snorted; as if the possibility had never crossed their mind. "Just focus on walking, we're really close." The wind once again teased at his hair, ruffling the stiff folds of his suit jacket. He couldn't help but listen to the steady sound of their breathing, focusing on that and the yield of the sand underneath him.

And then he could see again.

His eyelashes fluttered as his world was set aglow once more, the sun's last rays clawing across the desert in a magnificent display. All above, the night sky desperately bled its colors into the day, as the night always yearns to be with its counterpart. At least that was what those fairytales told him. And now, he couldn't help but believe in it. He watched, entranced as the sun was swallowed by the horizon line, and as the moon rose, barely missing its counterpart by just a few seconds.

While the moment felt short to him, Jamil didn't know how long he stood there. He turned around, trying to find the shining shams to his muted qamar, and—

There they were.

Their face radiated with happiness, a delighted smile directed right at him. And just like how the sun's rays reflected off the moon, Jamil couldn't help but mirror it with his own smaller smile.

"Did you like my gift?" The words were spoken so softly that Jamil was sure it was the winds that carried them over to him; over the arm's length of space that valleyed between them.

"Wasn't it more like nature's gift to me?" Jamil couldn't help but feel the lightness in his shoulders as he bridged the gap, teasing on the tip of his tongue as he grinned.

"Hey, if I didn't convince you then you wouldn't have seen it!" They turned, and he followed entranced as they walked over the top of the sand dune. "You should give credit where credit's due." The last of the sun's light bathed them in petal red, making Jamil's heart beat harder against his ribcage as he realized that, oh. They were really that important to him all along.

"Let's go back to Tassel befo—"

The sand beneath them gave way, pitching their body over the edge of the dune. And Jamil lunged forward, his body crashing right into theirs and sending them both tumbling down the dune. He winced, drawing them closer to him as they kept falling at gravity's mercy, before finally slowing down to a slide.

A beat of silence spanned between them, punctuated by labored breathing.

"Jamil? Y-you good?" They coughed from where they were, still squished against his chest. He let go instantly feeling his face flame at their closeness.

"I'm...fine," Jamil groaned as pushed himself up on his elbows. They sat on their haunches, still halfway on his lap as they stared at him. His voice turned flat, "And you got sand in my hair. You got sand everywhere."

They laughed hysterically at that, throwing their head back, "Oh, man, I was thinking that maybe the roles got reversed, and you turned into the thief for a second, but...guess you're still the princess."

"This isn't funny," Jamil said, yet he felt the corners of his lips twitch into a smile. "I have a party to go to in a bit." He made no move to get up, finding the warmth of them comforting in the nighttime dessert.

"Well, isn't this celebration enough?" They asked, settling into a more comfortable position— now sitting on the sand, their legs monopolizing the space between his own as they faced him. "We've been celebrating you this whole time, after all."

His pulse jumped, "Since...since when have we been celebrating me?"

"Since I came to your room. The carpet ride, the sunset, walking up the sand dune, and even falling down the sand dune—while unplanned— it was all for you," They returned his stare unabashed. "Me being right here, right now...it's for you, senpai."

"...Thank you," The words were spoken in quiet, and this time the wind carried his words instead of theirs. It stirred up his loose hair and he couldn't care less at that moment. He had never seen such an earnest attempt at celebrating his birthday as the one that they had sprung on him.

"Hey, senpai..." They leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially. "Could I give you another present...?"

His gaze dropped instantly to their lips and he knew he was fucked. Oh Sevens. Oh Sevens, Jamil was absolutely ruined. He wanted to kiss them. He wanted them to give him a kiss. That was not good. He closed his eyes instantly when they leaned in a bit more. That was until he felt the press of something against his cheek.

His eyes flew open and he could see something that looked like a....snake plush right in front of his face. A snake plush. A plush. You had to be— 

A shaky laugh tumbled out of his lips, "P-Prefect, I-I'm not...five."

"Hey, I thought it was perfect since it looks like you," They pulled the doll back making it nod. "Look, Little Viper, say hi to your predecessor."

"Did you just call that 'Little Viper'?" He stifled the fondness swelling in his chest even if the words weren't directed at him. Was it possible to feel envy for an inanimate object? Jamil really must've been going crazy.

"Would you rather I call it 'senpai' instead?" They were kidding, but Jamil was almost tempted to say 'yes'. Instead he took the plush from them, turning it in his palm. Okay, maybe it looked just a little bit like him. But he definitely wasn't going to admit it out loud.

"Now, let's get back before Kalim freaks out about you being gone," They held out a hand which Jamil immediately took. Tassel seemed to be floating just ahead of them, as if it was waiting for them to finish talking this whole time.

"And will you take responsibility for the sand?" He tugged at their entwined hands, drawing them just a little closer.

They blinked at him owlishly; strangely flustered, "Y-you mean the kitchen deal...right?" Sevens, what would happen if he leaned in and kissed them right then and the—

He patted their head, heat singing his neck once more, "Yes, I do. Now give me back my pen. I would like to maintain my reputation, at least amongst the other dorm members." They uncharacteristically handed him back the pen with no further gripes; something he attributed to their fluster earlier. He made quick work of the sand; the spell coming to him easily after years of practice, leaving them sand free in no time. He joined them on the carpet once more after fixing up his hair.

This time, he sat behind them, resting his chin against their shoulder as they drove. It was warmer that way, he decided to tell himself, trying not to notice how stiff the Prefect's shoulders were. Maybe he wasn't the only one who was...struggling with their feelings.

"Hey, Prefect," Jamil murmured lowly, his lips close enough to brush their ear. "Could I make a request?"

They flinched slightly before relaxing once more, "Mm? F-for your birthday?"

He clenched his fist as he spoke again, "In the future, I... Would it be okay if I..."

"I-If you...?" They asked, and Jamil could almost feel the quickening thud of their heart pressed against his front.

"Come with me on a trip in the future," Jamil decided. "I'll make sure you have fun." He settled for something simple. It would be too hard to voice those complicated feelings with careless words. And there would always be next time.

"Yes," They said quickly before letting out a short breath. "I mean. I would love to. As long as I don't have to save up too many thaumarks to go."

"It's a promise, sukkar," Jamil secretly smiled, hoping that they couldn't feel it from where he was leaning against their shoulder.

Maybe birthdays celebrated were not a waste of time. Maybe it was worth making a fanfare over for once. Maybe going on outlandish carpet rides with someone that makes his heart feel alive was exactly the way to celebrate those days. Maybe this was the way he wanted to celebrate his birthdays from now on.

All that he knew was that he would enjoy this moment while it lasted; before he was thrown into the party that would be thrown for him. And besides, if he needed a little break then...what was stopping him from stealing into the night with them once again?

tysm for reading ! i hope you enjoyed the fluff ^^ if you'd like to check out more jamil viper works, or otherwise, here's my masterlist :D

[ tiny factoids / translations for the fic !! ]

kunafa is a dessert that's made in many arab countries ! the dessert is comprised of a crispy layer of shredded pastry moulded around a cheese or cream filling. it's usually served straight from the oven with a healthy drizzle of sugar syrup :D writing this is making me want to eat it...but here's a link to a kunafa recipe for the curiouser !

qamar / shams : these two words mean 'moon' and 'sun' respectively in arabic. and as for the tale of the moon and the sun being lovers...it was a story that i heard when i was younger though i'm not sure of its origin (i'd love to know if someone does know ^^ drop by my ask box !!)

sukkar : haha. yeah, this basically means 'sugar' in arabic. it's jamil flirting with the prefect. arabic endearments are just 10x more romantic to me, especially from jamil <33

[olivyh]

A fellow Jamil lover? Yipee!

Could I request Jamil with an s/o that cooks and bakes delicious food for everyone (sans Crowley) but will always make something special for him specifically?

The jamil appreciation of this page is *chefs kiss* I love all of you so much for that <<3333

"Habibi, enough," Jamil slouches against the cold wooden countertop in the Ramshackle dorm's kitchen. The windows are open, airing out the delicious aromas that seemed to fill the cozy dorm and allowing a slight breeze to drift in and swirl the various scents around the kitchen. This was the third time this week he'd seen his lover in such a busy mood, surrounded by countless trays and lunch boxes stacked upon the table and countertop, each and every one steaming with countless dishes from what appears to be every country in the world...

The man frowns as they turn to look at him, standing from his position and wiping a bit of chocolate off their cheek with his thumb before popping it into his mouth and humming softly at the taste.

"Really, you have enough on your plate as is..." He looks around the cluttered kitchen. "Your mind, I mean."

"I'm okay! Really!" He sighs and goes to help them finish icing the cake. The sun had long set by now, the crickets outside chirping happily to a mismatched tune that only they could hear as the clinking of the pans in the kitchen seemed nearly deafening in the silence of the dorm. Occasionally, something in the old house would creak or Grim would come down to steal a bit of whatever they were making.

Jamil had just finished his club work and had spent the better part of the day helping them cook (not that they would ever allow him to, really, considering how they continually ushered him out of the kitchen). He watched as they finished packing the last lunchbox, plopping the lid on with a satisfying click as they slouched against the counter, taking a deep breath.

Jamil sighs softly, coming up behind his lover and snaking his arms around their waist, burying his face in the crook of their neck and inhaling their scent mixed in with the food that they'd just made as they lean against him. He allows himself this brief moment to breathe and relax into their form, to feel their warmth through his clothes and their breaths against his chest. He plants a soft kiss on the side of their neck, chuckling softly at the squeak they let out.

"Wait!" Jamil sighs, tightening his grip on them as they attempt to squirm away.

"No, enough," He tries to muffle the sounds of his complaints and whines into their neck, pride be damned if he was going to let them go this easily. "Stay here."

"Jamil!" They whine loudly, reaching across the countertop and snagging a box before nearly bonking him on the head with it. He laughs and reaches for it, not having to open it to know that it was his favorite curry prepared just for him- likely decorated with small hearts and flowers as his lover always does.

Despite how common of an occurrence this is, he can't help the swell of his heart or the heating of his face at the affectionate action. It strikes an unfamiliar chord in his heart; they thought about me, they took time out of their day to make something special just for me.

Maybe, Jamil thought, I'll be greedy just this once.

He chuckled and peppers their face in soft kisses, ignoring their complaints as the sugar and flour that was on their face sticks to his lips and smudges across his cheeks, leaving small streaks of white against his dark complexion.

"You're a mess! At least let me shower first," He sighs, backing away for a moment before observing their face and allowing his eyebrows to knit playfully on his forehead.

"You're fine, you can shower in the morning. It's almost 2 am anyways-"

"2 am?!"

"I asked you if you wanted any help," He comments smugly, smirking at their baffled expression as their eyes dart from the grandfather clock in the corner of the room to the man standing in front of them, arms crossed and a single eyebrow raised.

"You need to get back to your dorm, you should've told me," He sighs as they walk with him to the door, feeling the familiar pang of not yet tear away at his heart as he finally stands on the front porch. The chill of the night seeps through his hoodie and sends a chill down his spine, making him pine for the warmth of his lover once more.

He leans down and presses a kiss to their lips, his tongue darting out and licking off some of the stray sugar that stuck to the corner of their lips. Jamil chuckles at their embarrassed squeak as they try to hide from him, shoving the lunchbox into his hands as he smiles and runs his thumbs over the lid.

"How about I pay you back for this?"

They pout at his suggestion. "You say that every time! I do this because I love you and want you to have something special!"

The words in Jamil's throat die out before they could escape his slightly parted lips, feeling the heat return to his heart as it chases away the icy grips of the night. Suddenly the box in his hands feels a lot heavier, and his knees weaker than they had ever been. Yet-

He chases after their lips once more, teeth practically clacking against one another as he tries to express the sudden wave of love that crashed over him without using the words they'd seem to have stolen from him. He uses his free hand to cup the back of their head and push their face closer to his. Jamil swears that if he ever found a genie he'd wish for these moments to last forever, to have them on loop for all eternity, to have as many arms to hold them with as he wished and as many words to tell them about this explosion in his heart.

He parts for air, the small gasps and pants coming out in small puffs of mist in the air between them. He smiles at their dazed expression, cupping their face in his hand and running his thumb over their cheek.

"Only you make me this way," He mumbles, pressing a kiss to their temple. "See you in the morning, love."

Much to his heartbreak, he walks back to Scarabia dorm (though the remaining residents awake can't help but notice the little bounce in his steps and the deadly glare he shoots anyone who dares look at the box he has in his hands).

[italoniponic]

Apparently Sebek is not good at art. Can.i request him gaining a crush on his opposite someone who loves art and maybe they make him something

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon! It does have this detail on Sebek’s trivia, I never noticed that. And wow… this request. My writing got so passionate in some parts, I’m impressed. My mom loves art so I combined all the knowledge she taught me and not only that, from finally writing Sebek in a more long run, I feel this wave of understanding him. I’m quite neutral about him in general, love him for comedy sake but generally not beyond that. So… yeah, this turned into quite a scenario, I hope you like it! A moment for two fic recommendations here: there’s two stories that follow this similar scenario with a reader that loves art and actively draws/paints. One that is very beautifully written with Leona by @amorisqasayid and another with Rook by @pandoa that made me die of laughter. These two are really fabulous writers and since I wrote my own artist reader, I wanted to recommend their fics too in case you all, readers, like this type of scenario!~ Thanks for the request <3 |

Sebek Zigvolt x g!n artist reader / scenario / 2,4k words / fluff / acquaintances to friends to lovers / use of “you” pronouns 

Cherry’s Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

Paint Me Your Dream

“What does this mean, human?!,” Sebek asked.

Although his manner was harsh and rude, he was reassured to let you guide him through the Ramshackle towards your room.

“I already said, it's a surprise,” you answered, giggling. But you were anxious too. “I hope you like it, Sebek.”

Sebek didn’t answer anything, although he very much wanted to say that — given the recent circumstances — he would be happy to receive anything you gave him. Even a stone. The ugliest stone known by all species. Because he knew that anything your hands touched could become art.

When you two met some time ago, Sebek hadn't let himself get distracted about you. You had become a special friend to Malleus and that was already more than Sebek could have tolerated at the time. His mood simply soured when he saw his master returning to Diasomnia, a contented smile on his face.

Nevertheless, sometimes it was not he who visited Ramshackle, but you who were formally invited to their dormitory for a teatime. You always greeted Sebek politely and kindly, which he answered indifferently.

During most of your meetings with Malleus, Sebek stood nearby, standing like a statue. Rigid, stern like a rock. He even puffed out his chest whenever he caught your gaze, imagining that you were slowly being convinced of the difference in power between you. Without realizing it, Sebek even ended up smiling — and was more content when you would look away, probably afraid of him.

Everything began to change, however, when one day, Malleus returned to the dorm with a thoughtful expression. Sebek soon approached him, asking a thousand questions to ensure his safety and well-being.

At this, Malleus had stopped and stared at the youngest for a while, eventually silencing him in the process. Suddenly, he smiled and squinted his eyes much like the way Lilia did sometimes. It was as if he knew something the other wasn't even aware of.

“Sebek, did you know that the Child of Man is fond of Arts?,” Malleus asked.

“Arts?”

As a future and worthy gentleman, in addition to both sides of his family having their baggage and taste for intellectual things, Sebek understood a little about arts. He preferred literature but the basic arts like decorating painters names and dates weren’t a difficulty for him. The problem was “making art”.

From there, Sebek’s knowledge fall apart. Perhaps because he was too direct and crude, delicate and very subjective things weren’t his forte. Sebek couldn’t draw to save his own life. All he tried in art classes were strong scribbles, almost oppressive to look at. 

Even the professor’s ideals that “art is entirely connected with taste” and “even ugliness has its beauty” couldn’t make Sebek’s paintings easier to see. And that frustrated him a lot. But apparently, you had a taste for the arts. At first, Sebek took it as a challenge.

“Does that human understand art? We'll see!,” he said, raising his chin.

“How wonderful, Sebek. Child of Man will be available to talk to you by tomorrow’s afternoon,” Malleus then stopped for a moment, chuckling to himself. “Say that your visit is a special gift from me.”

Sebek couldn’t go against that. If his humble and miserable presence was deemed worthy enough by the Young Master to give you as a gift, how could he refuse? 

So the next day, Sebek went to the Ramshackle and you two started talking about arts. Well, the arts that you knew — because there was the little detail that you weren’t from his world.

But the way you commented on your favorite painters and described the paintings and sculptures you liked the most made Sebek come to visualize them. You put passion into your words, precious details, affection and respect. Sebek could only stare at you in silence, drinking from your fountain of knowledge in a way he never thought possible.

Because one of the qualities he most valued in Malleus was the difference in level between them. Malleus talked about so many things that Sebek couldn’t begin to understand, but the way his master spoke made everything majestically absolute. However, your way awakened something different in him.

Even though Sebek had the artistic skills of a literal crocodile, he understood the technical details of artistic movements — even in his world — enough to make sure you knew what you were talking about. Not only that, he understood perfectly. Before he could stop it, a connection formed between you.

“Oh, sorry,” you said that day, suddenly. You scratched your head, embarrassed. “I'm talking too much, aren't I?”

“Continue.”

Sebek answered only that. He was sitting with exemplary posture on the couch, the hot beverage you offered him untouched because he was paying attention to you all this time. His heart beating like a marching army beating on their shields with swords.

The more you talked about art, the more Sebek felt terribly confused and splendidly happy at the same time. He was crazy! That's all it could be! But when Sebek opened up about those feelings to Malleus and Lilia, he was asked to think of a slightly more reasonable conclusion than the apparent madness.

Sebek was in love.

And he felt more and more lost in the ways of love when the two of you talked together. Sebek became more participatory and taught you about the famous, conceptual and classic arts of Twisted Wonderland, and you had that bright look that he didn't quite understand and made him feel cozy and wanted.

He never imagined himself thinking this of anyone other than his Young Master, Lord Lilia and his own mother, the three people he respected and loved the most in the whole world. 

You once taught him that love — because it’s a feeling — could be compared to painting techniques. Every way to brush a canvas or draw on paper was a way to love. Sebek was completely fascinated by this concept. You even managed to describe his manner by the disastrous scribbles that Silver vaguely commented on and Sebek felt forced to show you.

“You’re very passionate in everything you do, Sebek,” you had remarked, running your hand over those poor, worn papers but as delicately as if they were the painter himself. “Your anger, your commitment, your sadness, your joy... you’re very honest and direct about all of them.”

“I don't understand. If art is the manifestation of emotions, why are my drawings so ugly?,” he asked. He was a little embarrassed that he was too much concentrated in the way you touched his papers, not that you noticed.

“I wouldn't call it ugly. It’s hard to look at... too strong, just like your emotions. It's like lightning on the horizon. There are very beautiful lightinings, you know? Those that light up the dark night for a brief moment, completely dissolving into a gradient of brightness. Sometimes people like it, sometimes they're worried about getting hit.”

“Forgive me but I still don't understand, no matter how much you explain to me,” Sebek sighed, and you stared at him back, kindly.

“Everyone has their own style of painting. At the same time it’s also good to know one’s own limits,” you ended up laughing. “For someone strict like you, I'm surprised that you practically ignore the paper margins.”

You held a drawing lesson from last month in his direction. A heap of black, gray, green and purple to all sides, passing the perfect rectangle where the drawing should have been made. But Sebek was not looking at his drawing. 

He was focused on the way your smile curved into a trapped laugh, because you were too considerate of him at times to hurt him like that. The more he noticed those details, more feelings seemed to feast on the bonfire that became his heart as the months passed by.

“Are we getting there?” 

Back in the present, Sebek asked you about your movement around the dorm. With his eyes closed and his right hand on your shoulder, he tried to locate himself by his other senses. 

“A little more... wait a moment,” you stopped him next to the door and went out for a moment. Sebek heard you take a deep breath. “It's okay. You can open your eyes, Sebek!”

So he did. 

Sebek came across a relatively large painting on your bedroom wall. According to what you said minutes before, you had finished the painting yesterday and wanted to give it to him as a gift. But to Sebek's great surprise, he was the model for your painting. 

It was a very simple pose. You painted Sebek just above the waist, one of his hands behind his back, and the other imposed above his heart. The posture was erect, glorious. He was pictured in the Diasomnia’s uniform, his favorite. Looking closer, it was striking how you picked up the accuracy of his physical features. 

His skin tone that mixed the white of the fairies and a human red, forming a healthy and slightly pink skin. The strong and angular jaw inherited from his mother and grandfather, as if carved with a thin and sharp knife. His mint-green eyebrows and hair are spiky but restrained, just like lightning.

His nose, big and upturned, but not too thin and not too long. Medium lips, together in a contented and tranquil smile. These small details are inheritances from his father’s side, especially the navy-green color of the eyes. The streak in the pupil was definitely that of a fairy, but Sebek was the only one of the Zigvolts’ three children who had his father’s eyes and not his mother’s earth-brown.

Sebek stared in amazement at his own figure reflected in the painting, graceful and admirable as he would never have been able to imagine himself even in his moments of greatest confidence. That's because that painting didn't seem to try to look strong and yes, it was a natural and implicit impression of his figure. 

A silent affirmation. As if he didn't need to prove anything to anyone because the truth was right there in front of him. What you not only thought but, you were sure he was. Without doubting his strength, without turning away from his strangeness. All that Sebek has heard before all people.

From the fairies, it was about how fragile he actually was. From humans, about how he was too overwhelmingly strong. But you captured those two sides of him with affection and dedication. 

“Huh... did you like it?,” you asked, swallowing hard. 

You had been working on this painting for much longer than you had revealed. In fact, since before the two of you became real friends. It all started with a sketch of Sebek’s strong stance and over time, it evolved into the final result. 

When you first scratched his smile, you told Malleus you were in love. It was a great surprise for your dear friend but he promised to keep your precious secret and try to help you in whatever it takes. “Sebek just needs a push. Have patience with him. He's a good kid with a hard head... easier to break than it looks,” were Malleus’ words. He was so sure that Sebek would warm up to you after some time.

Then Sebek announced himself the next afternoon as a gift from Malleus and you realized that the fae prince must be having more fun than expected. However, it was a very welcome gift — and a very grateful one.

All you wanted was to give shape and color to your feelings. Maybe even prove to yourself that the gorgeous colors you saw on Sebek were real. Not that you thought you did a good job. The real model couldn’t ever be compared to a mere painting, a poorly made draft with second-hand paint. 

But he was so silent that you feared you had offended him in some way.

“Sebek...?” 

“I don't know if I kiss you or your hands because that's the most beautiful thing you've ever done for me,” Sebek thought aloud. He was so focused on every little detail of the brush strokes along the canvas that he didn’t even notice that his mouth accompanied his mind.

“R-really?!,” you exclaimed, surprised. Your loud voice woke him up.

“The w-what?”

“Are you going to kiss me because you liked the painting so much?”

“What?! Yeah! N-no! I m-mean! Yeah! Huh, no! AH!”

Sebek turned his back on you, trying to hide his face that was on fire. How did he have the courage to act so ridiculously when you literally painted him as if he were a Young Master? He was far beyond embarrassed. It was as if he had dishonored ten generations in a single sentence!

“It's... I understand. I just got happy…”, it took you a lot of courage to say that, but maybe it was better to make it clear at that moment.

Hearing this, Sebek slowly turned to you again but his forearm still tried to hide his cheekbones, which were scarlet. 

“Were you... happy...?,” Sebek's voice came out weak, almost shy. It was how shaken and confused he was.

“Yes, you’re more than my muse. I really like you very much, Sebek,” you admitted, your voice having the opposite effect and becoming louder. “Very much so! It's so much love that I made this whole picture for you! Please, understand...!”

By accident, Sebek interrupted you by wrapping you in a tight embrace. It wasn’t his intention — he loved every word you said, even the strangest ones. But he didn't want to face you yet.

“Sorry, I'm nothing like the picture you made,” Sebek admitted, but he gave a smile that you weren’t able to see at the moment. “But it's a beautiful painting ... like you. Thank you.”

“N-no need to thank. I know that you’re different... you are much more beautiful and impactful than I portrayed,” you said. 

Sebek moved away from you a little, slowly, and looked firmly into your eyes. He was very close but it also helped you not notice how embarrassed he was. And it also made you realize that you could have added a little more brown in his navy-green because the painting made it look like it was more of an olive green. 

“You are very passionate about what you do,” Sebek noted, quoting your words.

You smiled.

“And for you too.”

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| Special long notes: Okay, I want to address two things. The first one is that I got this sudden hc that Sebek’s navy-green are actually from his father and his mother has earth-brown eyes. This kinda gets in the way of the whole “Sebek’s fae side of the family may be loosely inspired by crocodiles” but idk I just felt that this could have so much weight to him, like how he’s this perfect mix between his parents but that’s what usually got him bullied for (in a Inuyasha way if you will) so Sebek favors his mother features but resents his father’s. And… this screaming boy just got so suddenly deep. The second thing is I looked at FIVE different Sebek cards to get his description the most detailed I could (bc I’m a crazy perfectionist). Yes, the pose in the picture is inspired by Sebek’s first Birthday card and I noticed that his bday cards may have this pattern where in basic form, he’s still and collected but the groovies are the pure definition of smugness in direct competition with Leona. That’s it, you can go now… |

[kami-kun1003]

so i wanna write something based off of both this post and this one since you guys seem to like them so much and also because it would be fun

anyone have any ideas? i was thinking of Silver losing his last threads of sanity in chapter 7 and just goes apeshit but i wanna hear your thoughts too ;0

[tixdixl]

Can we get a 💬 for Emil?

Thank you for the ask!!

✨️✨️✨️

The two of them stood together, back to back. Emil had gripped the skillet handle and rapidly began sauteéing the various mushrooms and vegetables they were using. Behind him stood Jamil, slicing up the raw meat with a precision akin to a master. In other stations of the kitchen, the two of them were joined by Trey, Jade, and Ruggie. Each of them quietly worked on their unspoken assignment, each working in harmony to make a dish specifically to share amongst themselves. A little show of mutual appreciation and respect for all the work they four of them did as Vice-Housewardens. And truthfully... Emil was merely thankful to be included, the only odd one out of the bunch of studious caretakers.

Emil glanced behind him at the Scarabian Vice-Housewarden. He considered taking a small risk- not exactly caring that the risk of rejection was rather high. While he hadn't really known Jamil long, and frankly didn't know him well, one thing stuck out to him: Jamil often did so much work with little to know active appreciation for his care and his skill.

"Hey, Jamil," the Pomefiore student attempted to keep his voice quiet enough that in theory only Jamil would hear.

"Hm?" came a half-hearted response, the sounds of a knife rhythmically hitting the cutting board almoat drowning him out.

"Thank you."

"Hm??" This time his reponse carried a tone of confusion, "whatever for? Have I done something meaningful without realizing it?"

"I suppose you could say that, though not to me directly," Emilr responded, his response quiet but sincere.

The slicing paused entirely. Aside from the work happening around them and the sizzling of food cooking within the oil, the two of them shared a moment of silence in brevity. The Scarabian student seemed to be processing his words before the slicing resumed once again.

"Then you'll have to be more specific, because I can't imagine what you could be talking about," Jamil chided gently.

The Pomefiore student didn't break concentration as he elaborated, "I think that's exactly my point, actually. You do so much thankless work with little to no appreciation. And... I think that's something that should change."

The knife hit the cutting board behind him. Emil could hear the shifting of fabric, and feel the piercing gaze of the serpentine look behind him. A questioning, skeptical gaze.

"...Why? What's your angle?" Jamil asked, his undertone carrying a profound sense of irritation.

But before Emil could even reply, a voice popped up from the other side of the room.

"Don't try, man. You're gonna be disappointed," a nonchalance and slight agita in the hyena's voice, "Emil's just like that, and you're gonna have to deal with it, for better or for worse."

A satisfied grin spread across his lips as he heard the Scarabian student lightly scoff and resume his meat slicing. Not another word was shared between them for a good while. And yet, the tension managed to dissipate organically.

[heartsleybyul]

OMGOMG FOR THE HALLOWEEN PROMPT DRESSSUNG UP WITH ACE… MATCHING COUPLES COSTUMES LMFLEMEKWKWKWKWK

⌕ OPEN THE CLOSET ; halloween event

— day 02, ace trapolla

› content : gn reader

› summary : Ace bet Deuce to create the better costume, although you do need to model to try clothes out right?

› a/n : ace x you matching costumes of ketchup and mustard + you two ACTUALLY smell like ketchup and mustard /j

As it was in NRC, it was nearing halloween week and the costume's for heartslabyul hasn't been decided. The dorm gathered in the lounge to discuss although it ended up in arguments between each other.

You and Grim acompanied Riddle and Trey into choosing a costume, that was your initial thought. But now you four were standing in the lounge helping Riddle quiet down the dorm, he succeded into and continued the discussion. While The housewarden and vice discussed, Grim saw Ace still arguing with Deuce. The cat urged you to go to them

Heading towards the arguing duo to ask, Ace suddenly pulled you beside him while his arm wrapped over you shoulder "Me and the Prefect will make the better costume! Just you wait!"

"Ace? What are you talking about?" You questioned to look at him. While Deuce butted in saying sorry that you were dragged into another one of Ace's shenanigans.

"What are we doing? Were gonna make a way better costume than what Deuce suggested" Ace replied with a pouty face against Deuce. Well, you had no choice.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

The golden sun shines below two freshmen in the garden of Heartslabyul, "So, how exactly are you making this costume of yours?" You looked up you companion, Ace with a teasing smile.

"Obviously, we can look up tutorials on Magictube and they sell fabrics at Sam's shop!" He said with crossed arms.

"Well what are you waiting for? Lets go!" You say while pulling his arms immediately, and it seemed like the sunlight really pit you in such a .. gorgeous angle. Your smile perfectly paired with.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Finally having all the required materials, fabric, stitches, needles etc. You and Ace attempt to plan and stitch out some fabrics as practice, failed. Some Magictube tutorial's maybe? Failed.

A few more attempts and you two were making ... progress...

It seemed this was gonna take longer than expected, but you were free to help him. Slowly, watching tutorial, looking up ideas, stitching precisely, ang guiding each other.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

After 8 hours of work, you two sewed up 2 pretty decent vampire costume. His had some heart symbols placed around secretly. Both the costumes were inspired by victorian style whilst having a classic black and red color combo.

After you two had tried it on, it fit perfectly and went with your styled hair and Ace's hair slicked back. "I can't imagine the look on Deuce's face after he sees we've done this so well!"

He looked absolutely charming, all that's need to be done was show Deuce. But maybe you two could do this more often?

© astrea-archive: do not repost, copy, or plagiarize any of my works.

[unpredictable-probabilities]

Roar with Me

Leona x Ruggie | Total Word Count: 8,769

A Way In

Eyes on Me (written by @patchyegg87 <3)

Post-Gala Celebration 

(Masterlist)

[theonemarvelousness]

Commentary on Riddle in Fanfic Series

>>Very specific scene here, needed to write.

Riddle’s eyes can’t help watching No as she enters the cafeteria. She looks safe, and healthy. It’s a relief. He doesn’t—like that he couldn’t help last time. Her hair is different, too. He should’ve pointed it out, right? Ugh… but. She’s… Safe and sound. Instead of getting food and being efficient, he had saved the table. Cater and Trey have just returned. He stands up. “I will be joining No and returning.” “A’ight.” Cater grins. “Careful, it’s a madhouse.” Trey worries a little. “It will be fine.” Grim’s rushed ahead of No, going after a tray and digging in. No’s clearly looking for him, and when their eyes meet?

She smiles.

How happy she is to see him.

It’s a releif. No’s normal.

Her hand takes his so quickly. “C’mon, before Grim takes it all, right?”

He finds himself tugged by that warm hand. It’s not the first time she’s tugged someone off—and honestly he wonders if she notices at this point. Grasping wrists, hands, sleeves—tugging people around her. Somehow the one without magic is leading around so many with it by the nose. Even Leona Kingscholar’s found himself victim to following her whims and path. It’s strange, because he knows she doesn’t notice it at all.

>> So this section is clearly where Riddle's already fallen for her. Just so everyone is clear. He hasn't realized it yet.

Those strange blue eyes he catches again as she looks back at him. “Not a bad line, right?” “Yeah. We’re lucky.” “Well, we are behind Grim—so we’re going to have to be vigilant.” A chuckle, she seems good. “Are you—I mean.” It’s rude to ask in line. “--What do you want to eat?” “Mmm… peaches?” Tapping her chin as she considers, too.

His stomach drops. She can’t be—his temper flares--! >>But at the same time he's still hair-triggered. I mean, she did just threaten to poison herself lol. Bad peach allergy. RIP.

Now, she’s laughing. “I’m kidding Riddle, I promise! I promise. Alright? Don’t worry, No peaches for me. I’m good.” There’s some amusement still in her expression as she finally snags a tray. “I’m thinking a salad with some non-peach fruit and… maybe the pasta?” A decently balanced meal. And, she’s definitely eating more. Good.

“Those are sensible choices.” Of course he approves, she’s not concentrating on junk or too many things that aren’t entirely good for her. It’s all a good mix—thankfully. The dark-eyed picks up a balanced few items. Trying to count some calories in his head, just—he should—stick to it… he is eating so many sweets. It’s not like it’s affecting his waistline but he should be cautious.

“Riddle.” No gently nudges his shoulder.

“Hm?”

“It’s food, take what looks tasty. C’mon!” Oh! A flush comes to his cheeks. Ah, he didn’t need her call out.

>>Sorry Riddle, you just found her super cute here it's not you taking too long. :)

Well, he—picks a few things. Salad, fruit, and a stew bowl of some meat and vegetables floating in a nice broth. Alright.

It’s good. Yeah, food. Maybe—he snags a fruit juice and a water. No’s got water, sensible, of course.

They check out, and he leads. “Come, I’ve made sure we had seats.”

“Good! We’re about in chair brawl territory.” No says some strange things and phrases he has to take time to put together. This is actually understandable. Yet, they take their respective seats. He’s sitting on No’s side, while Cater and Trey are across from them, already dining. It is the cafeteria, so their food choices don’t matter and it is difficult to let that go—really difficult.

>>Riddle is also still struggling with himself though, which means he's not going to really be able to confront himself and his feelings until he's better mentally.

They’re seated, and eating begins. No’s the one to break the topic. “So you’re curious about the third Overblot?” It’s very casual how she refers to it—like she didn’t just face a life-threatening situation for the third or so time since the school year began. There’s becoming used to something—adapting, and the strange way she handles it. Yet, in his knowledge, she has lost most of her kin. Perhaps there’s a casual note due to familiarity and a way to… comfort herself?

>>His observation here isn't entirely on the mark. She has 0 kin. And this is her 5th Phantom and 3rd actual Overblot. The therapist called it a defense mechanism, if he recalls.

>>Stop playing side chair psychologist Riddle.

It would make sense, to need something to fortify herself against the horrors she’s seen. It’s clear that she isn’t from Twisted Wonderland. She has so little understanding of the basics of this world that it’s mind-boggling! Yet, she also introduces so many things that baffle him from her own world.

>>He has to rationalize things doesn't he?

“Y-E-S.” Cater spells out. “Of course we do! We weren’t allowed to do anything, No!” “I’d—also like to hear. You’ve clearly had a difficult time.” He’s eyeing the new haircut. Everyone on Campus has heard the story, especially about No Wei socking Azul Ashengrotto in the face a day or two after beating three Savanaclaw students with a book bag.

>>She's from Texas.

Who KNEW someone like No had such a violent streak? It’s a little frightening, except at the same time she’s… so nice and gentle. Kind. Kinder than anyone expects. There’s a rarity to that—to being so unconditionally nice to people. It’s really not normal, and it’s part of what gets No into these situations—or probably their irresponsible Headmaster. What a strange… person she is.

>>Texas.

No clears her throat, taking a sip of water. “After the anemones appeared, Jack and I ended up following them to the Monstro Lounge, where we saw Azul’s opening drama for his Fish Mafia life. So—basically, we let them suffer a bit until… well. I was cornered, really. Grim and my friends were drug off to an exhausting degree, more than anyone else. It was definitely on purpose and it was… Pretty shitty.” A shrug.

>>It's a TRAP.

But, she continues. “Then Crowley assigned me to solving the problem, threatening the expense of our cafeteria budget.” No frowns a little. “It’s… well, it is what it is—so I made a contract with Azul. I stipulated it myself, which I think made it a wee bit more tolerable. Not great, but more tolerable. I get a photo from this underwater museum, and he releases the anemones and gives me a cut of the lounge’s profits. If I fail, he gets the dorm and my work for the Lounge until I graduate. Steep, but… I assumed I’d be able to figure it out, no matter what he threw at me.” No pauses to take a bite. The juniors give one-another a look. Riddle can’t help how his grip tightens on the fork he holds.

>>No's confidence in herself is astounding to everyone around. But she's now at 3/3 and was at 2/2 and 2/2 (Overblots and Phantoms). It's starting to be her old hat at this point.

“So, it sucks, but what I do is I—of course—well. I get kicked out of the dorm by the Leech duo—since it’s collateral. And first Ace and Deuce offer Heartslabyul and I—refuse, when the more open space of Savanaclaw was offered. We go with Jack, and that’s the fun part, I guess?” There’s another shrug. “We get a mattress in Leona’s room, which was great because I liked having a less-used bathroom than the communal setting.” Oh, uh—Riddle nods to that. Yeah.

>>Private bathrooms FTW.

“—anway, the Leech duo interfere, and I eventually convince Leona to help on a two-pronged attack once we figure out the contracts can be destroyed thanks to Hornton talking a little sense into me. I guess the whole thing fried my brain—it should’ve been way more obvious! Anyway, Leona goes and destroys most of the contracts while I get the photo under the sea. The eels tried to stop us, but it definitely failed. We all meet back up to see Azul freaking out and stealing everyone’s magic with his unrestrained ability. Crazy, right? And—well. He grabs me, tears out my hair, and Overblots. So—we save the day, he cried a l-o-t… and I won. So, really, it works out for me. Pomefiore was even kind enough to give me a free hair cut. It looks nice, right?”

“Y-e-s O-M-G that was INSANE No! Wait—smile!” And No indulges the picture—because she has her camera out and snaps them in a few photos with a grin.

“Are you alright?” Trey asks, of course he’s concerned too!

“Well, now I am. Things are starting to get a little less dramatic and hopefully I’m not drug into another pile of bullshit over Crowley for awhile. This isn’t a Scooby Doo episode where there’s a mystery to solve every week.”

No one at the table understands No’s reference.

She lets out a big sigh. “Nevermind—forget that one. Anyway—it all worked out, right?”

>>The difficulties of a foreign culture. There's really no other way to react than to blink and move on.

While he feels assuaged she’s alright, maybe he should give—well.

“Oh! Right. I also punched Azul in the face.” Confirming the rumors are true.

Riddle winces.

She’ll be fine, but he hopes if there is a next time she comes to him first.

>>THIS is the cutest part. <3 He wants to help. <3

[floral-poisons]

kind of wanna reinforce this here. because i’ve seen ai writing become so popular on tik tok.

ai writing is not okay.

it’s literally theft. just like how ai art steals, ai writing steals. it’s using authors’ very real work to generate whatever you type in. and this also needs to be said as well.

writing is a form of art. fanfiction is a form of literature.

seeing this all over my fyp is REALLY discouraging. fanfic itself is already a labor of love and we love it when you interact. but please do not use ai writing for your fanfic needs when this writing literally steals from fanfic authors.

genuinely don’t know if this post will go around because my interactions outside of hcs are shit, but i hope it does.

[etheries1015]

The moment Vil fell in love with you, was one of the most vulnerable moments he had ever experienced. It was something that had caught him completely unawares, and never thought he'd fall for someone, much less the prefect of ramshackle.

Spoilers for the end of book 6, if you have not gotten that far.

The ride back to NRC from the island of woe was an exhausting one, to say the least. Everyone was groaning in mild annoyance at Vils sobbing at his now olden state, a wrinkled face with sunken cheeks and grey hair...something he feared more than anything in the world. Nobody actually blamed him, though, for anybody else would react as strongly to see their youth stripped away without even the hint of getting back their original form. Ugly, old, and gross, are all words Vil would go on to describe himself. You felt pity for him of course, but you were just as exhausted as everyone else.

Vil watched you in surprise as you stood up in a sleepy haze, wobbling to the (now) old man and cupping his sunken cheeks into your lively hands.

"Vil," You said sternly, the suddenness of your actions causing him to bite back his sobs for merely a moment.

"What you did for us today," You said with confidence in your tired eyes, "Was the most heroic thing I have ever seen. That was the bravest, most selfless act you could have possibly done, and I truly admire you for it, Vil." Your stern eyes softened with a smile mixed with pity and admiration, unconciously stroking his cheek with your thumb in attempt to sooth his trembling figure.

"We will find a way to get your body back. I understand this is a lot, but you need to hold onto faith." Your hands squished his cheeks together in a teasing and playful manner, purposefully causing him unable to respond verbally. Vil simply nodded, and you continued with passion raising your tone of voice.

"Right now, in my eyes, you are the most beautiful person with the biggest heart of gold I've ever met." You leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, something that drew him back with widened eyes. "Now, you must be incredibly tired from all the fighting we did. Try and rest, okay? You need it." He wanted to tell himself you were simply feeding him words of comfort in order to cease his persistent whining, yet with such confidence dripping with every word and small gesture you had no reason for engaging in, that was how he knew you were genuine.

How could you be so willing to kiss him when he looks like...that? How can you call him beautiful when all he sees are wrinkled hands and spotty skin? The word "heroic" also stuck out to him. Years of being played the villain, always unable to make it to the end of a movie, being discarded as the "bad guy," yet here you were, calling him...your hero. His heart skipped a beat and he could feel heat rise to his cheeks. There's no way you of all people could make him feel so...conflicted.

Yet there you were, with stringy sweaty hair, scratches, bruises, mud riddling your skin from hours of fighting for the world. He noticed how his dorm outfit lay in tatters on your body, and bags under your eyes were apparent as you so shamelessly yawned and sat next to him, falling asleep as you leaned up against his shoulder. This was the brazen prefect of Ramshackle- someone with flaws, attitude, and a disastrous display.

Yet at this moment, all he could think about was just how beautiful you looked, too.

[traumxrei-archive]

【 chapter 6 - something new to lose 】

summary tags: the morning after dun dun dun, liking someone is hard T^T, esp if that person is leona kingscholar, the yearning...the angst... *sobbing*, (ft. a special guest appearance from someone)

word count: 3.6k

author's note: leonayuu is back and angstier than ever ! another chapter that went off the rails but...well, we need some contemplative moments in this fic after all ^^ less cheka shenanigans than usual but ! i hope that you can enjoy it nontheless <3

[ baby it's cold outside series | or read it on ao3 ]

Yuu woke up with a thud. Bleary eyes opened at the sudden pain and they found themselves sprawled up on the ground. A hiss left their lips from the tenderness of their elbow. They sat up slowly so as to not disturb the drowsy fog that still filled their mind.

They glanced onto their bed, finding the two kids still sound asleep— not to mention taking up most of the space on the bed. "No wonder I fell off," They muttered to themselves, wincing as light hit their eyes. That set off a throbbing in their brain. Why was their head hurting so much...?

Yuu gripped onto the railing, a spare blanket thrown over their shoulders as protection against the cold. The room swayed as they walked, yet despite that, they somehow made it to the lounge without falling down the stairs and breaking something.

They spotted a familiar mane of hair curled up on the couch. They blinked, their vision finally steadying.

Oh. Leona. Why was he sleeping here, of all places?

They hesitantly relinquished their blanket, throwing it over the sleeping lion. Maybe it would do them good to get some water...

A warm hand caught their wrist, causing them to jump slightly; turning around to see emerald eyes watching them, "Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Last...night?"

They felt a few memories flashing by. The dinner, the picture, and the fireworks. And then the kitchen, the refreshing taste of cold juice...that definitely wasn't just juice. That damn bird . They could feel the trace of Leona's hand on theirs in the dark. And then what? Their mind completely ground to a halt; the throbbing getting worse the more they tried to think about it.

"Headache?" Leona's voice was closer now, and he had stood up while they were thinking.

"Mm," They hummed as the beastman handed the blanket back to them.

"Who's taking care of who now..." Leona muttered as he walked into the hallway. "You stay there." Yuu nodded though he couldn't see them, opting to poke at the ashes of the fire to make it just a little warmer. They manage to lug over a log, letting the fire rekindle as Leona returned.

"Ugh, I'm going to throw up," Yuu grouched as they took small sips of the water he brought them.

"Wanna roast up that old bird when he comes back from his vacation?" Leona asked, his knee brushing against theirs as they sat.

Yuu gave him a side eye, "I'll start the fire, and you capture him?" Leona made a sound of agreement before a peaceful silence lapsed between them.

What exactly was it that Leona was asking about earlier? Did they perhaps throw up all over him? Or did they say something incriminating? They swallowed, hoping that nothing happened. Because if it did, and Leona knew about the feelings they tried to keep locked up inside...

Yuu stood up abruptly, grabbing their jacket and phone from where they left them behind. Maybe a walk would do them good. It would clear their head too. They could feel Leona's gaze on them as they messed around with their sleeves, opting to ignore him.

"And where are you going, servant?" Leona called out, just as they entered the foyer.

"This servant has to attend to their duties," Yuu picked up on the joke naturally. "There's plenty of leftovers in the fridge for all of you to eat, I'll take a walk and be back to Savanaclaw."

"You're leaving me alone with those two brats all morning?" Leona's head popped into the hallway in a way that was almost endearing. "What kind of service is that?"

"You can get the ghosts to help you," A smile toyed at their lips. "It wouldn't be a stretch for the great Leona-sama to order around some mere ghosts, right?"

"You..." Leona rolled his eyes before ambling up to them. "At least take some medicine before you go. I'm not about to go fish you out of the snow if you end up fainting."

They drank the medicine. Then they obediently waited as Leona fussed around them for a bit, complaining about how lightly dressed they were and wrapping a scarf around their neck. Before finally…finally they were deemed fit enough to leave.

Leona was being surprisingly...gentle. And that was weird, considering that they weren't hurt or injured, nor did they do something particularly nice for him. Rather, it was the opposite, with how he had to watch the two kids. A gentle Leona Kingscholar was fairly rare after all.

Not that Yuu disliked it. They buried their nose into the scarf as they walked, hiding their wide smile. It was nice. Suspicious, but nice all the same. They couldn't help the way the euphoria tumbled into the crevices of their lungs as they walked. There was just...something really enjoyable about spending time with the person they liked.

As Yuu finished up their morning tasks, they popped into the kitchen, grabbing a few ingredients to cook lunch with. They walked back to Savanaclaw with a skip in their step.

They knock on the door, traipsing into the room, "Your humble servant returns from their treacherous journey through snowy lands!"

"Yuu-tan! I thought you disappeared!" Cheka was already clinging onto their legs with genuine happiness. "Even though Grim-tan and Ojitan said you'd come back, I didn't know where you went..."

"Of course not," Yuu reached down, lifting the cub into the air. "I had a few little things to take care of. And I had to prep stuff for lunch."

"And?" Leona's voice sounded fatigued. "Did you make sure to bring enough meat, servant?"

"Of course!" They proclaimed, turning toward Leona with a smile. "I would never forget the mo—"

Leona's back was to his window, casting him in shadow. There was something oddly familiar in the languid way he sat, his eyes watching over them, just like...

Last night.

"You don't even like me," Leona's expression shifted into one of panic as they leaned into his space just a little bit more.

"I do like you," The feelings in their chest positively bursting as they held his hand tight. "'S why we're here together, right?"

….No way.

Yuu abruptly turned away, Cheka squealing at the sudden movement. The embarrassment made them burst into flames, heat singing their cheeks. No way did they actually do that last ni—

"Oi, are you ignoring me?" A sound of something being set down, and they had to stop him from coming up to them and seeing.

"N-no, I...I got a big cut of steak for you today," Yuu rushed out, pressing a finger against their lips towards Cheka.

Cheka, who was staring at them confused, "Yuu-tan's red. Is Yuu-tan sick?"

"No, no, I'm...fine," Yuu turned slightly. Seeing that Leona was focused again, they made their way to the couch right behind him. "What have you been doing while I was away?"

"Mm! I've been a good lion!" Cheka puffed out his chest. "Look! I drew lotsa drawings of what we did for Mama and Papa! And I drew some drawings for you and Ojitan too, ehe~"

"That's...so cute," Their hands grazed over the painstakingly crayoned drawings of their activities. "And Leona-sama? What has he been doing, young master Cheka."

"Hehe~ Are we playing again? Ahem!" Cheka cleared his throat before he continued talking in a mock serious manner. "Ojitan told me not to bother him, since he's doing his work. Before that we finished all the good food that was in the fridge with Grim-tan."

"Uwah, all of it?" Yuu would've said that it was impossible but...this was Leona Kingscholar. They also had to give Grim’s bottomless stomach some credit too. And Cheka did have his voracious appetites after playing a lot.

"Mmhm! We're lions, so we're very good at eating!" They patted him on the head, pulling out a few fresh sheets of paper for them to draw on. Yuu spun a pencil in their hands, drawing a few small doodles before taking another glance at Leona.

Was that why he was being so nice? That... incident? Yuu pressed a hand to their forehead for their absolute stupidity. It was yet another reminder not to drink or eat anything without inspecting it clearly here in Twisted Wonderland. Yuu never said anything incriminating, per se, but asking to kiss the Leona Kingscholar... Wasn't that just being really obvious?

"-ore. Oi, herbivore. Ignoring your master again?"

Their shoulders jumped, their pencil scattering away from them as they turned to Leona, "H-huh? Sorry, I was...distracted."

Leona doesn't say another word. Instead he pushed back his chair, picking up a handful of papers. He flopped into the empty space next to them, long legs crossing over theirs.

"You're heavy," Yuu blurted, frowning as Leona settled closer to them. "Is this payback for ignoring you?"

"Let's say it is," Leona waved the papers in front of their face. "Just check this."

"This is...?" Their eyes widened as they saw the papers. Each and every question was filled in with Leona's annoyingly impeccable writing. From the calculations for all the Applied Alchemy packets to the rest of the Magic History packets...

Their gaze shifted to Leona in amazement, “Okay, this is just plain impressive, how did you…?” The beastman was already staring at them, preening in their praise.

There was a dangerously familiar smirk on his face, "I finished everything early, right? I want a prize."

"A... prize? " Yuu's mind traitorously brought up last night's memory once more before they beat it back with a metaphorical stick. They swallowed as Leona's hand drifted to the back of their neck, idly toying at their hair. He didn't say anything as if deep in thought. 

"Hey," Leona's voice was low when he finally spoke to them. "I'm sleeping for the rest of the afternoon. And you're coming with me." A sigh of relief stuttered out of them, and they pressed a hand to their chest.

"What're you getting nervous over?" Leona's ears twitched as he yawned. He swung his legs off theirs. "Just hurry up and get to bed."

"Ooh! Can I join the nap?" Cheka chimed in, and Yuu fought not to flinch. They had almost forgotten that there was a child in the room.

"Of course you can," They gave Cheka a wobbly smile as they made their way to the side of the bed. Leona was already monopolizing half of it as his tail lifted in the air lazily.

He grunted as Cheka bounced on the bed excitedly and they awkwardly shuffled onto the bed. They didn’t know how to conduct themself now after everything. "Yuu-tan? You're not coming in the blankie?"

And now there were two lions staring at them. Great. They slipped under Leona's blanket, feeling Cheka's warm hands tugging them closer and closer to where Leona had himself propped up.

"Stop squirming, both of you," The beastman grumbled, using his hands to tuck the blanket around Cheka's shoulders. "We're napping, not rolling around in bed."

Cheka calmed down soon after that, rambling about how comfortable and soft the bed was. He fell asleep with his little fingers fisted in Leona's shirt. They patted the kid's head, smiling lightly at the sight.

"Herbivore," Leona's voice was awfully loud in the silence of the room, even if he was speaking barely above a whisper. "So you remember?" Those emerald greens held a demand in their depth, and Yuu felt like they were getting caught in that stare.

"I...don't know what you're talking about." It was dumb, really, since obviously, Leona remembered everything. And Leona was smart. He could put two and two together if he really wanted to. But there wasn't any harm in denying it a bit longer, was there? If only to shield themself from a broken heart.

"You remembered everything that happened last night just after you came back," There was a conviction in the way he said it; as if he was sure it was fact. "You've been avoiding my eyes every time you catch me staring."

Insistent fingers cradled their chin, tilting their face towards Leona's own, "Where's that smart mouth of yours now?"

Yuu pushed a hand against Leona's face, "Ugh. You...just leave me alone for a second..." They hid their face in their hands, their heartbeat getting faster and faster. They really did get caught.

"I'm a very patient hunter, but," Leona sounded like he was leaning in now. "It sure was fun to have to take care of my servant all night. Against my own will."

They directed a withering gaze at him then, "I'm sorry about that part okay! It wasn't like I planned for it to happen."

"And for the other part?" Leona urged; a touch of desperation in his question. "Are you going to apologize for that part too?"

Yuu bit their lip. They knew exactly what would happen. If they did apologize, Leona would think that they were lying. If they didn't apologize, then they would be admitting that they liked Leona in that way.

But Sevens, it was deeper than that wasn't it? Yuu felt it burrowing into them from the start of this whole upside-down contract. It just wasn't possible for them not to love Leona Kingscholar a little by now. They had fallen, a little too quickly and slowly; all at once. Like honey dripping down the side of the jar, the feelings made a sticky mess out of Yuu's heart in a way they couldn't erase.

And faced with him— that very object of their tortured affections— Yuu didn't know what to say. It would be easy to admit it. No, admitting it was never the problem. The problem was what came after they admitted it. The problem was how it was going to change how Leona saw them, and how they acted around each other. The problem was...they were just a little too sure that their affections wouldn't be returned.

Not by someone like Leona, who deserved someone better than a normal human like them. The Leona who was destined for greatness, if only the world would shine its merciful spotlight on him just one more time. The Leona whose embrace was a little too warm for someone like them that couldn't give him anything in return.

So they did the only thing that they could do.

Yuu averted their gaze, "Aren't we here to sleep...?"

They tried not to notice the way Leona's expression shifted, a frown marring his face, "So you'll avoid the question." Instead of sounding mad, Leona sounded...resigned. As if somewhere in that brilliant mind of his, he already thought of this possibility happening. Guilt clawed at Yuu's throat as they left the silence be.

"...Alright," Leona's hand landed on their head and the gesture made them feel like crying. "Just promise me this. Answer me truthfully next time I ask."

"As long as you aren't about to ask me the question again right after this," They willed an awkward smile on their face, and Leona's hand lifted from their head; followed by a huff.

"I wouldn't waste my chance," There was this expression on Leona's face; one that they haven't ever seen before, like his face didn't know what kind of expression to make either. And Yuu was sure it was mirrored on their face too.

It would be nice if they could continue this twisted dance of theirs, two steps forward and one step back; barely holding on to each other as they spun. Yuu thought that they would be the one tempted to take just one step closer, but it seemed that Leona was the one that had the courage. And if they never get their rhythm back again...?

"Sleep well," They managed to say before they turned around. "You've worked hard." Leona gave no answer. It was hard to fall asleep, and they thought they wouldn't have. But maybe it was the steadiness of the two sleeping right behind them that lulled them into slumber. And in sleep, they finally unfurled the hand that had been clenched right over the heart they were trying to protect.

[ omake : keeping secrets and treasures ]

Leona woke up with a frown. He could hear the annoying and incessant vibration of his phone; abandoned somewhere on his desk. He groaned, stretching out a hand to grab it. The sun looked like it would be setting soon as lidded eyes fixed themselves on his phone screen. Falena's name repeatedly flashed at him and Leona half-wanted to throw the phone out of his window.

A small noise of complaint drew his attention. The herbivore. Right. They were asleep right there, facing him this time. He poked their cheek lightly and, yup, with that frown that was definitely them. They were...sleeping on his arm. He couldn't feel it at all, but Leona didn't care. Cheka was also nuzzled into his chest, and Leona had to wonder: was he really that comfortable to sleep on?

He dragged his fingers across the screen, turning down the volume before answering. Falena's voice still made his ears flatten, "Younger brother! Is that you Leona? Or— Could it be? My dear mtoto was the one that answered?"

"Put away that tone," Leona hissed lowly. "What do you want? The brat's sleeping."

"Oh! Oh, sorry....can we do a video call? I want to see my mtoto." Leona could picture the way Falena's ears would probably droop slightly as he said those words.

Leona glanced at the herbivore again before sighing, "Fine. Give me a sec." He placed the phone down, grabbing the far end of the blanket and flinging it over the herbivore's figure; just enough so they weren't too visible.

He couldn't help but yawn as he opened the front camera, shoving it close to Cheka's face, "There. You satisfied? You're gonna see him tomorrow anyway."

"He looks so cute when he's sleeping," Falena cooed. "Malkia wangu! Look! I've got Leona on video call."

Leona watched as his Oneesama walked into frame, clearly in the middle of some sort of discussion with her attendants, "You're taking care of my child?"

"Of course. He's getting fed and he plays a lot," Leona said, though it was mostly the herbivore that was taking care of Cheka. But that was on his behalf, and he indulged in the both of them too often anyway...

Oneesama nodded, "I'll pick him up myself tomorrow."

"There's no need for tha—" A head rammed right into his jaw, causing him to growl.

"Papa! Mama!" Cheka's shrill voice made Leona's ears flatten for the second time that day. "Ohhh, I've missed you!" The cub waved enthusiastically, shifting so that he was sitting by Leona's head. He handed him the phone and the boy chattered happily to his parents.

Leona let his focus wander, his eyes drifting to the slightest peek of their head from under the blanket. He let out a sigh, the troublesome fondness filling his chest once more. He really needed them to tell him if they felt the same or not. Even if they were too good for him, couldn't Leona let himself be selfish for once?

He tugged them a little closer. Leona was so very close to being sure that they liked him too. Yet the shadow of doubt still lingered. Watching the conflict play out on their face earlier was almost painful. If only he knew what was going on in that mind of theirs. If only he could hold them like this when they were awake, and stop them from drifting away.

"Leona? Who are you looking at?" He dragged his eyes back to the screen, seeing that Cheka was looking at him too. "Don't tell me...is there someone else there?" His brother's eyes sparkled and his Oneesama looked far from disinterested. Shit.

Cheka beamed, "Ah, that's—"

"None of your business," Leona grabbed his phone, tilting it so that his pesky older brother couldn't see the herbivore. "Make sure to come on time tomorrow. And don't. Come. Here." He turned off the call and tossed his phone onto the bed somewhere, closing his eyes.

"How come you didn't tell Papa about Yuu-tan?" Right, the brat was still there. He wracked his brain for a suitable explanation before opening his eyes.

He held up a finger, "The herbivore's a secret between you and me, okay? Don't mention it to Fale— your Papa. Or else he wouldn't stop bothering me about it."

"Ooh, a secret!" Cheka nodded, an oddly serious expression on his face. "Since Yuu-tan's your best friend, you want to keep them a secret from Papa. I get it, it's like hiding your treasures."

Leona paused before conceding, "Yeah. They're my treasure, so I get to tell your Papa about them. Your job is to keep it a secret until then, alright?"

"Okay, hehe~" Cheka mimed zipping his lips. "I promise, I won't tell anyone." And with that, the chatterbox buried himself back between himself and the herbivore. He clicked his tongue, but he couldn't get mad. After all, the brat cared for the herbivore almost as much as he did. (Almost. Leona wouldn't lose in terms of affection for his herbivore.)

Cheka let out a giggle when Leona turned on his side. Leona shushed him before turning his contemplative stare onto the herbivore. Tomorrow marked the end of Cheka’s visit. With Cheka gone, they wouldn’t have any excuses to avoid him. Leona would be getting an answer out of them, one way or another.

sorry not sorry for the angsty chapter >:D the series is coming to an end soon and i feel like i didn't add enough angst to balance out the mutual pining so here it is jskdjsf

here's my masterlist and the rest of baby it's cold outside if you'd like to check out more <33

[ tiny swahili dictionary ]

mtoto means "child" in swahili ! it is an endearment for any younger child >:D

malkia wangu means "my queen" i hc falena as a corny man who loves to call his wife by affectionate nicknames sjdkfsjf (just like a certain someone huh...)

i chose swahili bc it's the national language of kenya, where lion king is supposedly set. so expect more swahili terms coming up soon hehe ^^

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[phuuca]

When the Diasmonia Student, notorious for being a snitch, finds out about your super (not-so) secret sleepovers (you have them almost every weekend):

Based on @whererubbermeetstheroad fanfic "careful (it's contagious). Specifically chapter 31, which you can read here: Shelter

I'm weak for the first years bonding and being a family and this fanfic is everything I could have ever asked for. It’s my bed time story.

[libraryraccoon]

Yuu and reader but

But reader is forgettable.

Imagine Reader who arrived in Twisted Wonderland with Yuu, they got along very well together and with Grim, but Yuu and Grim end up abandoning Reader, creating their group of friends that we all know. Reader tries to approach them, become friends with them, but without success.

And then Reader finds himself alone, and everyone acts as if he doesn't exist. So much so that Reader questions his existence and becomes very quiet.

The ghosts realize this and spend time with Reader, and Reader considers them his only true friends. I'm pretty sure Reader would have tried to kill himself to become a ghost and join the ghosts gang but would have failed.

Reader would have stopped going to class, some teachers (Trein and Crewel) would have noticed and talked to him about it.

Reader walks around campus at all hours without anyone noticing him (he would have already been dancing in class and singing loudly and out of tune and no one would have noticed).

In the end, Reader is left alone for so long, talking to no one except the ghosts, that he forgets his name (the ghosts call him "Little Ghost").

And at book 5, he meets Chenya. And this is how it happens :

“What do you do alone ?” Chenya asked.

"Wait... Are you talking to me ?" Reader asked sitting in a tree, looking left and right before looking at Chenya.

"Yeah ? There's no one else around." the cat remarked amusedly.

"Oh- sorry I'm not used to people seeing me !" Reader said with a smile on his face, excited that someone alive was talking to him.

"Huh ? Why ?" Chenya asked, frowning in confusion.

“Well, people still act like I’m not there, like I don’t exist.” Reader explained. “Exept ghosts, you’re the first to talk to me in months !”

“oh…” Chenya looked worried. “And what’s your name ?”

"Oh I'm-huh..." Reader said before frowning.

“Well, hello ‘huh’, I’m Chenya.” Chenya said trying to lighten the mood.

“Nah, nah.. I don’t remember my name.” Reader said sounding scared, his breathing quickening.

“huh ?”

"What's my name? What's my name? Who am I? I forgot? I forgot..."

"Hey, calm down, you'll remember.." Chenya tried to calmly reassure.

"No- no ! You're not supposed to notice me or talk to me ! Go with more important people, people who remember their names, who they are !" (Reader having an existential crisis <3)

In the end, Chenya manages to calm Reader down, and he calls him "Little Ghost" (like ghosts) until they find his name.

After that, Chenya will talk about that as his friends at the RSA (like Neige), and they would do all for create a new identity at Reader and after that they will take him with them at the RSA (The RSA director was the one that have the idea of the new identity).

Sam friends of the other side won't stop crying about "The child that have forget his name", making Sam confused (they never answer at his questions about him).

And Trein would be the one finding out that Reader have left three days later.

If nobody write that, I will write it myself.

[mee-op]

Facts about in-game Yuu (Twisted Wonderland):

NOTES:

This is an ongoing list and will be updated with new information. I'm not caught up w/ chap 6 and I'm not very perceptive. This list is so long because of all the people who commented/sent asks, so thank you Last but not least, some of these might be a stretch/be slightly incorrect so bare w/ me plz :] More Yuu facts [ ONE / TWO ] <- not mine

They've been good friends with Heartslabyul ever since Book 1.

They're forgiving/don't hold any bad blood with the people who've overblotted (at least on the outside).

According to the Harveston event, they can play the flute.

They don't like mentioning that they might return to their world (Deuce's Wishing Star vignette).

Many people consider them a "goody-two-shoes" (Leona, Ruggie).

A good listener.

Based on Malleus' interactions with them, Yuu talks to him a lot more off-screen as he states that he values their opinions.

Loves Grim to hell and back.

It's implied that Yuu invites Malleus over frequently enough that he visits unprompted.

They can be snarky and brutally honest when they're pushed into it.

Comes up with stupid plans that nobody believes will work but it somehow does.

They're insecure about not having any magic.

They want to be able to help their friends.

Has a sense of self-preservation.

Does not actively seek out danger (*cough* om mc *cough*).

They've cleaned up Ramshackle since living there, however, it still looks "abandoned & ancient" on the outside.

Crowley doesn't give them more money than "needed".

Silver states that Yuu is good with swords (PE Uniform).

Both Jamil and Silver seem to think that Yuu is somewhat weird/strange.

They don't know much about mushrooms (Floyd's Camp Vargas vignette).

They're very patient.

Used to be afraid of ghosts until they got to Twisted Wonderland.

They adapt to new/difficult situations quickly and calmly.

They don't complain much.

Very much so the silent type.

The audience doesn't really see anyone helping them out with their situation, so I assume they fix most of their problems themselves.

They don't have any memories of the Great Seven before coming to Twisted Wonderland.

Fluctuates between being observant and not noticing really basic stuff.

Doesn't hesitate to say cheesy things.

Keeps calm in harsh situations.

They know how to play a blowing horn (White Rabbit Event).

Good with instruments.

Not a very good singer (NRC Uniform).

It's implied that they have high stamina.

They're interested in horseback riding and wants to play soccer with Sebek (PE Uniform).

They recommend a few books to Sebek, implying that they read in their free time.

They're short in comparison to Floyd (he calls them Shrimpy).

Grim comments that they're shorter than Vil.

Crowley mumbles that Yuu looks effeminate.

They're a bit of a romantic since they seem to often ask about love stories/fairy tales (Epel & Jade chats).

They have a habit of poking, tugging, tickling and just touching people in general. This is proven through the Home Screen character interactions.

Their love language seems to be physical touch.

They get scared easily but is bad at scaring others (Halloween voice lines).

Vil notes that their uniform is baggy.

Malleus says that Yuu has gotten better at dancing (Masquerade Event).

It's implied that Yuu is good/decent at cooking since they have to make meals for both themself and Grim every day.

Yuu is decent at basketball (Ace Halloween).

Deuce remarks about a tiny piece of furniture in Ramshackle and asks if it's for Grim, meaning Yuu makes small furniture for him.

They're a good photographer.

Takes part in photography competitions (Rook Port Fest).

It's implied that Yuu carries their ghost camera everywhere because Crowley constantly makes them record events.

It's said that the game cards are actual photos that Yuu took with the ghost camera. [I don't know if this is true but a lot of people have said so]

Most, if not all the characters tell Yuu to hurry up when choosing a class, which suggests that they're indecisive.

Ace, Deuce and Cater tell Yuu to relax during classes or else they'll run out of energy.

Jack says that he got tips from Yuu while he was working in Monstro Lounge, implying that Yuu might've worked in customer service before (Book 3).

According to Grim, they have a hard time saying no to people, but when they absolutely need to-- they're very serious and a bit intimidating. "You're a real sap sometimes, you know that? Then again, when you bare your teeth it's no joke."

While they won't say no to helping others, they prefer to keep to themselves and avoid drama.

Yuu is sometimes a bit distrustful of Ace and thinks he's tricking them if he offers to do anything nice (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

It doesn't take much to make them happy. (Deuce & Idia 2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

They became nervous when Riddle invited them to a salon for their birthday. Riddle response saying "I'll be right there with you, and will instruct you in etiquette every step of the way."

They're competitive in class-- at least when it comes to Jack (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

They took chess lessons to try and beat Leona in a match (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

For their birthday, Yuu asks Azul to get something that's supposedly hard for an average collector to acquire.

They're surprised when Kalim gifts them a pop-up card for their birthday.

They own a pair of fingerless gloves (gifted by Epel).

They personally invited Vil over for their birthday party and made sure to have healthy food options for him.

Not very close with Idia.

Owns a glass tumbler that reads 'Happy Birthday!' (gifted by Ortho).

Lilia gives them a CD with his screamo performances.

They were gifted so many presents on their birthday that they had trouble carrying the gifts around. (Malleus 2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

[sharkboywrites]

Friendly reminders to cis fanfic writers that afab≠woman

Afab means assigned female at birth so this includes/can include cis women, trans men, transmasc people, nonbinary people, and intersex people.

If you’re making a fic where the reader is a woman, uses she/her, wears feminine clothing, etc. tag it as fem reader instead.

I’ve been smacked in the face as a trans man by reading fics tagged afab thinking it will be gender neutral, but the reader is actually a woman and I’m disappointed because I was ready for a fic I thought would apply to me.

Have fun writing and make sure you’re tagging your fics properly, ty <3