#twst ficlet

[violetlunette]

TwstOber 12: Poof

“Father?” The vampire looked up at the sound of his human son’s voice. “Is it true you can turn into a bat?” Lilia blinked at the odd question, then laughed.

“Of course!” he replied with a wink. “It’s common knowledge, isn’t it? All vampires can turn into bats!” Well, that wasn’t necessarily true. It depended on their bloodline and some other facts. However, it was a complicated topic that his boy would be too young to understand.

“Wanna see?” As Silver nodded eagerly, Lilia stood to stretch himself. He was about to perform the trick when Lilia realized that the transformation might spook Silver a bit, as the transformation--while quick--was a bit dramatic, for lack of a better word. 

'Well, there's an easy way around that!' Lilia snapped his fingers and a pink cloud appeared with a "POOF!"

Silver blinked to see through the puff of smoke when something fluttered in front of him.

“Father?” Lilia winked in his bat form as Silver stared in awe. "Cool!" Silver held up his hand for the maroon-colored bat. Lilia landed on it with a squeak, allowing the child to pet him. Lilia began to coo in pleasure at the action, instincts taking over. Silver giggled.

“Cute!” he said, eyes sparkling. Lilia raised a bat brow as his bat lips curved into a pout.

‘Cute?’ Lilia was a creature of the night, a war general and bloody vampire! He was most certainly NOT cute! But as he began to huff, he saw the gentle smile on his boy’s face surrounded by a soft glow, which made Lilia’s undead heart warm.

‘Fuck it,’ he thought as it fluttered. ‘I’m cute.’

[livingininsomnia]

Dream of me, that voice says.

Love me. Callused hands slide across your skin. The rough sensation sends shivers through your body.

Be mine. A soft breath exhales down your spine.

You gasp awake, sweating in your bed sheets, physical sensation abruptly too much to bear, so real that it drags you out of your dreams, shaking.

Shivers wrack your body as you shudder through consciousness. The sensation of his touch lingers across your skin.

Tears spring forth, but your eyes remain colder than ice.

You’ll see who remains standing.

[basuralindo]

*Trudges up to you dragging a fanfic trope that I haven't seen around in years like an old bike pulled out of the river* Hey guys, is this anything?

Yeah so like, I know I have four novel length stories I'm working on that desperately need updating and whatever, but also I have a weird love of soulmate AUs and ashenviper makes for a particularly funny one and I woke up with a thought this morning that turned into a chapter so here take it I'm sorry <3

[theonemarvelousness]

Pouty Baby Dragon

"Ah, there's no need for fuss, Malleus." Lilia chides gently. Most wouldn't consider that expression pouting, but for certain, it is!

"I have not put up a fuss, Lilia." The dragon's terse response says it all: he's upset.

"But you are pouting."

"I would argue against." The page turns, the fact that he won't look up from the book just tells Lilia how absolutely huffy the dragon is!

It's just too cute.

"And as someone that's known you since the day you hatched, I'm going to protest and say you are certainly pouting~" Of course, he is so brazen to come over and poke that cute cheek. Pity it's no longer so chubby.

"There is nothing to be upset over, Lilia."

"You are still upset~ Though, I never thought they didn't know who you were! No wonder you never received a card in return..."

A puff of smoke leaves Malleus's lips. Absolutely upset! It's just too cute. He shouldn't encourage this behavior but how often does he manage to get his charge so honest? It's such a rarity these days!

"Lilia, may I be allowed to read my homework in peace? There is a quiz tomorrow." Oh, he is such a brat!

Of course, he can't resist wrapping his arms around the pouty baby dragon. A fond kiss to his cheek.

"There is no need to treat me like a petulant child, Lilia." A scoff, and that tears him from his book to just look so MAD! It's so cute. His heart! How can he handle the adorableness? He can't! He might just die from Malleus's little fit!

"You'll always be that baby dragon, stubbornly holding that heart-shaped eggshell to his head and spitting, biting at anyone that dared try to take it~" A fond tease in his voice. "Like Silver will be that sleepy little baby in the woods--and Sebek that small tot holding to his mother's skirts. No matter how big or how old all of you get."

"What a terrible fate."

"Now that's just dramatic!" A squeeze, and he releases. "Now, I owe an essay somewhere~ Let me know what happens when you see them again!"

"Good eve, Lilia."

"Sweet dreams, Malleus~"

[luminous-letters]

Jack and MC on their hangout with the other first years.

"Do I get them flowers or what?" Jack pondered, passing through rows and rows of flower shops. Dahlia, roses, carnations, sunflowers...all neatly on display. It was tempting, but he decided against it. He had to remind himself that this isn't a you-and-him date but a hangout with the others.

He still bought you something anyway, though it wasn't a flower. It was a small avocado pin that one of the stalls were selling. It was cute, so he thought you'd like it. Plus it wouldn't look like it was anything romantic.

He arrived early, about an hour before the agreed meeting time. He wanted to make sure that he was prepared. "It's decent." He eyed himself on the shop's reflection.

He wore an orange plaid shirt paired with some jeans, topped with an orange and white school blazer—it looks a lot like the one he wore on his birthday party, but lacked most of the patches, the only notable details were the school logo in the chest side and at the back. He fixed the collar of his shirt and combed his hair, he was getting more nervous minute by agonizing minute.

Lorraine's always had a homey atmosphere. The inside was mostly wood, giving the diner a rustic feel. "What theme are they going for this time?" He asked himself, pulling out one of the seven varnished seats.

He glanced at the succulent on the table, it's grown a lot from when he first saw it. "Hm?" The ring of the door chime caught his attention.

"There he is." Came your voice, he perked up glancing at your entourage. You wore a white shirt underneath the same school blazer, except yours was in black and white. The others donned a similar look, each of theirs had the same color as their dorms.

"How long have you been waiting here?" You sat, picking up one of the laminated menus from the table. "Not too long, I just arrived." Was his reply. He couldn't help but fixate on the tiniest details of you. The perfume you wore, how you tapped your shoes against the floor, how your eyes moved as you skimmed through the menu. "So what's up—"

"Enough chitchat, I'm hungry." Ace whined, swiping the menu from Deuce's hands. "Asshole." The other half of Adeuce growled.

"So Jack, how much do you have on hand?" Epel asked, staring intently on the back of what Ace was holding. "I never said I was going to treat you guys." Jack made it clear, "I only brought enough for me and MC."

"The favoritism." Sebek sighed, "Like you're one to talk, Mr. Lord Malleus is my religion." Grim bluntly replied. "Why you...you weasel!"

"What do you usually order, Jack?" You inquired, handing the menu to Ortho. "Their roasted pork is delicious, I come back for it every time." He chirped.

"Ortho, how much money would we need if we all ordered roasted pork?" Deuce asked, placing some cash on the center. "About 3500 madols and 583 more if you plan on including me." Came Ortho's answer.

"If we put all our money together..." Ace suggested, "The one with the least money, you, would benefit from it greatly." Sebek finished.

"Ortho, my man." Ace wriggled from his seat to the younger Shroud. "No." Ortho said as soon as Ace finished his sentence. "It was worth a shot."

"Ortho, can you place mine and Jack's orders for us? If we don't come back in time that is." You asked, a glint of something in your eye. "Sure! Two orders of roasted pork, right?" Ortho beamed, "Yeah, thanks a lot Ortho!"

"Should we go now?" You asked Jack, "Yeah, we should...?" He was lost. "We're going to uh, go now?"

Jack's reply was simple, "Yeah." And with that, you and Jack were out. For what reason? Jack didn't know. "...They're both hopeless." He swore he heard one of them say.

"So...what do you want to uh...?" Jack asked, looking everywhere but you. His mind was scattered, short circuiting from how close you were.

"Well...I- uh. Um, well..." You too, stammered. Playing with the hem of your shirt, you brought out a white carnation from your...sleeve?

Meanwhile, inside the restaurant, Ace looked like he was suffering a stroke.

"You kept that in your sleeve? I mean...thank you, it's pretty." Jack gladly accepted your small gift, twirling it a bit, a small smile graced his face. It was beautiful, no doubt. The frilled white petals were reminiscent of overlapping waves.

"We should probably head back." You awkwardly interrupted the moment. You pointed to a waving Ortho from the window and an unconscious Ace.

"Yeah...yeah we should."

He couldn't help but think that he forgot something.

[serenescribe]

I’ve been infected with the fever of Lilia’s bats adopting Silver as their non-bat pup, and it’s adorable! I suppose this is just me asking to see Lilia seeing his bats chitter and nuzzle Silver as a child or as a teenager. Whichever you prefer~!

[✐] ficlet frenzy

“Silver? Siiilver?”

No response. Lilia sighs, hands resting on his hips. Now where could his son be at this time of the day?

He’d just returned home after a trip to the market, and had called out Silver’s name in hopes of hearing a sleepy response and the soft pattering of feet before his son emerged at the front door. But today, he heard nothing.

And so Lilia had glanced around the house, leaving the groceries in the kitchen in favour of checking every nook and cranny of their little cottage. At the very least, he can still sense Silver’s presence somewhere, even if he can’t find him. Perhaps he’s playing a game of hide and seek? It’s a distinct possibility, Lilia supposes.

He comes up empty-handed until he tries the one room he had saved for last, for no reason outside of the fact that he can’t think of any explanation why Silver would be in there. With a flick of his wrist, the door to Lilia’s bedroom creaks open, the doorknob turning with the help of magic, and…

“Ah,” Lilia says, as he looks into his room.

He understands now why Silver couldn’t reply. Because Silver had been preoccupied.

Dozens of his bats — those sneaky little rascals! — surround Silver, chittering and flapping their wings at Lilia as he steps into the room. Lilia scoffs, rolling his eyes as he approaches the bed his son lays on. “Don’t give me that attitude,” he lectures, even as the bats huddle closer to the slumbering human boy, pressing against his neck and shoulders, clinging to his clothes and hair. Lilia squints, peering closer. “Did you cover his ears?!”

One of his bats — the largest of the group, and the boldest one, who always makes a habit of clinging to Silver even when Lilia chases the others off — squeaks out a response. Lilia folds his arms, lips twisting into a pout. “I told you, you cannot hoard him for yourself!” Another protesting whine. “‘Why not?’” Lilia echoes. “Oh, for the love of— we’ve been over this already! You can have your quality time with Silver, but you cannot hoard him like this! How heavy do you think you all are, hm, crowding him like that?”

The bats do not seem to care. Bastards, Lilia sulks, tapping his foot against the ground as they nuzzle into Silver, continuing to strategically cover his ears with the thin membrane of their wings in order to stop him from waking at the sound of his father’s voice.

Of course his pesky familiars don’t give a damn. They know the real reason why Lilia keeps fending them off — a deep-rooted jealousy that feels pathetically childish to admit, hidden under the guise of whatever excuse Lilia can think of on the spot.

“You win this time,” Lilia grumbles, throwing his hands up in defeat. “But mark my words, if you make Silver miss dinnertime again, I swear—”

The bats chirp back their protests, and Lilia’s voice pitches.

“You have no RIGHT to criticise my culinary skills when you can’t even COOK!”

[alieinthemorning]

Tired of Me Yet? [Leona Kingscholar]

Content: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, Happy Birthday Leona!

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“Are you tired of him yet?”

You were in Heartslabyul’s lounge, studying for an upcoming exam with the help of Riddle, Trey and Cater (mainly Riddle and Trey).

Cater, who had been scrolling through Magicam, suddenly asked you that question.

“Tired of who?” You knew who he meant, but you decided to play dumb.

“Come on—you know who.” He slung an arm over your shoulder. “I was scrolling through your feed, and like, I see all these cute pictures of you, but none of your boo—”

You rolled your eyes. “You know that he doesn’t care for all that—”

“But what about you? Don’t you care?” He pushed. “I mean—you’re dating a prince!”

You sighed. “So doesn’t that mean that what I’m doing makes sense.”

He nodded. “Sure, sure—but he literally just posted an hour ago.” He shoved his phone on your nose.

The picture was candid, Leona was looking outward to the horizon. His face was relaxed, and his lips were slightly upturned.

You smiled.

“Cater, either get back to studying, or leave.” Riddle scolded him.

“My B, Riddle.” He shifted back into his seat.

You spent the rest of your time thinking about what exactly had Leona smiling like that.

“Okay guys, I’m gonna go now—bye!” It was halfway through lunch, and knew Leona was getting impatient (and so were you, you wanted to see him now).

“You’re deliverin’ his food again?” Jack asked, scratching the back of his head. “Aren’t you tired of doing that for him?”

You frowned. “Is there an issue with me going to spend time with my partner?”

“No, I don’t mean like that. I just mean—”

You cut him off. “The issue is me bringing him the food. Okay, but why wasn’t it an issue when Ruggie did it?”

“Because Ruggie had a motive.” Epel, surprisingly, answered. “He’s got me caught up in that shi—stuff before, too.” He rolled his eyes, frowning bitterly.

“So, I have to have a motive to see my partner?”

“I think what they mean,” Ortho began, “is that they feel like you’re being used by Leona Kingscholar, and they don’t like that.”

Your frown lessened a bit. You guess you understood where they were coming from. Epel knew Leona from Magishift, and from what you’ve heard he could be pretty stringent. Jack knew him as his Dorm Leader, someone who had saved his bushy tail from getting jumped by 30 of his peers, but he did let him get beat on a bit before he stepped in (beat the lesson in his head literally). And Ortho mainly knew him from information gathered online, other students' words-of-mouth testimonies and his brother, Idia’s ramblings and tangents.

You held back a sigh, instead choosing to smile. “I get it. Thanks for worrying about me, but I’m fine—we’re fine.”

Yes, you were fine.

“Alone again?” Your lips flattened at the question.

After your last exam of the day, you decided that you were going to treat yourself to the new drink at the Monstro Lounge.

Or, at least, you were attempting to.

Jade had been suspiciously waiting on you more than the rest of the customers, and you knew that this was for a reason other than good customer service because now Azul had decided to grace you with his presence.

“That Leona Kingscholar, I can’t believe that he would leave you here all by your lonesome…” He placed a hand over his chest. “Aren’t you tired of him, my dear?”

You stood, shoving the thaumarks against his chest. “The drink was wonderful.” You spit, stepping past him, and out the lounge.

You weren’t going to listen to his shit.

“Yo! The party has arrived!” Ace called as he and Deuce entered Ramshackle. After the Halloween incident, Ace had basically bullied Crowley into giving him (and a few trusted others) a spare set of keys.

“Why is it so quiet…?” Deuce wondered as the two entered the common room.

“…with Leona…” Grim answered through a yawn.

Ace groaned, plopping down on the couch. “Lammee. We already had this planned out.”

“Maybe the Perfect forgot?” Deuce supplied. “We did just finish our back-to-back exams.”

“Nah, got a call from Leona…didn’t hear what he said, but …myrah rushed out the door before I could ask.” He rolled over on his back, pawing at his belly. “I’m used to it.”

“Used to it?” Ace raised a brow. “This happen often?”

“Yeah” He shrugged.

“Really? Are you really okay with that, Grim?” Deuce asked, peering over at Grim, whose face truly didn’t give anything away.

“You sure you’re okay with being left here alone so often?” Ace pushed, “Aren’t you tired of that?”

He shrugged. “My hench-human is happy, so I’m happy.” He paused, then smirked wide. “Plus, I was given the okay to eat whatever I wanted. Nyehhehe!”

Deuce sighed and shook his head, while Ace stood, nodding toward the door.

“Well come on then, you can crash with us tonight.” He smirked. “We might even be able to get Trey to make us some sweets.”

“Tired of me yet?” Out of all the people to ask—

You were surprised that it took this long.

You sighed (you had been sighing a lot lately), a bit more huffy than you meant. “No.”

You were currently lounging in Leona’s room after dealing with Rook and Floyd, who had been lingering around the Savanaclaw Mirror. For some reason, the two were more susceptible to your words, so after a short exchange they vacated the area.

Leona, who was laying with his head in your lap (fighting off the rumble in his chest as your fingers carded through his hair), stared at you, but said nothing.

You closed your eyes, scared of looking past the surface of the chartreuse gaze. “Sorry, it’s just… I've been asked that a lot lately.”

“Oh? Small world…” His voice was flat, but your ears didn’t miss the way that it started off breathy. “Well, if that’s the case then—” He started to raise up, but you pushed him back down gently.

“I sent them straight, don't worry. Cater was confused about why we don’t have any pictures up on my Magicam, but I’m okay with that— I know how you don’t like taking pictures like that.

“Jack, Epel and Ortho—well mainly Jack— were worried that me taking food to you was like you were trying to take advantage of me. Like I had become your new Ruggie, but with more benefits.

“And then Azul.” Your lip curled, eyes snapping open. “Fuck him especially.”

“What did he say?” There was an obvious edge to his tone.

You rolled your eyes. “He didn’t say much, but ugh! It’s just the way that he talks—Seven, I wanna punch him.”

“Snrk!” The snort became full-blown laughter that had his chest rumbling. “You’re gonna punch the Cephalo-punk?”

“I just might, yeah.” You nodded at him.

He fell quiet again, gaze searching yours. Then the corners of his mouth dropped, and he sighed.

“There does need to be change.” He sat up, this time with no push back from you. He adjusted himself to face you full, then grabbed your hands. “Do you want pics of us on your Magicam? In general?”

You pursed your lips then nodded. “…I’d like that, yeah.”

“Okay, I can try to do that. I can also come and get my own lunch, but you best believe that I’ll be taking you back out with me.”

You bit your lip, trying to fight the growing smile. “Yeah, that’s fine—Oh! But what about Grim?” Leona raised a brow, so you continued. “I can’t just keep leaving him by himself. He’s basically a kid…”

At the mention of the word ‘kid’ his face scrunched up, he relented regardless. “Yeah, I get it. I guess I can come over there, and—”

“And spend the night? I mean we have been working on those guest rooms, and there’s plenty of them and I think it would be if you—”

Warm, supple lips pressed against your own, making you putty against it.

“Let’s go shopping this weekend for my stuff, alright?”

“Tired of me yet?”

“After all these years?” You paused as you tapped a finger against your lips, the glint of the metal wrapped around it glittering in the morning sun. “Of course not. If anything, I yearn more for you.”

“You are so corny.” He said through a bubble of laughter.

You grabbed his face, gently pulling him to yours, and enveloped him in a kiss.

“Happy birthday, My King.”

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[leaderpinhead]

Leona - Checkmate

Prompt: Only One Bed

“I know we just had to prove ourselves worthy to grace you with our gross herbivore presence, but now we have another issue.”

Leona snorted but otherwise pretended not to hear her. He used the excuse of being in the bathroom. Just like his sister-in-law, Yuu had no issues with continuing to nag him. “Do you think ignoring me will make the problem go away? I have enough experience to tell you life doesn’t work that way.”

Leona clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. When they drifted back down to the mirror, he caught the reflection of the prefect and her pet in the bedroom behind him. Grim circled in and out of the room from the balcony like he couldn’t get over the view of the dorm. The prefect stood at the foot of the bed with her hands propped on her hips and her gaze steadfastly fixed in the direction of the bathroom. Her brown eyes met his in the mirror without hesitation.

Leona quickly glanced away. Not because he was intimidated, but because he had inadvertently dropped the brush he held. Yes, that was his excuse.

“You’re the one who insisted on staying here,” Leona snapped. He tossed the brush onto the counter and prowled around the large bathroom. He moved out of the view of the mirror and tossed a towel onto the floor just because he felt like it.

“Now I see why your room is such a mess. I almost feel sorry for Ruggie having to clean up after you, but then I remember he benefits from it just as much as you do.”

Nagging—why were all women of every species such experienced naggers? “If you have a problem, why don’t you go room with the puppy?”

“I’d prefer Jack, but you know why that isn’t possible.”

Leona huffed, but he didn’t argue on the point. He did understand why. He might have made her fight to earn the right to room with him while Azul manipulated his contracts, but he had known letting her room anywhere else in the dorm wasn’t an option. He’d heard the whispers circulating the dorm as more and more students realized the prefect was a girl in disguise.

He was quick to put those other boys in their places, especially when the whispers made even his stomach churn.

Ruggie’s snickers reminded Leona of the hyena’s presence outside the bathroom. “You three have fun figuring that all out. I’ll be back to see who still alive in the morning. Shyeheehee.”

Leona’s ears flicked when Jack mumbled a farewell too. He heard the obvious click of the bedroom door. Soft shuffling signaled the prefect and Grim moving around his room. Leona fiddled with the tubes and containers he found on the sink counter. His nose wrinkled when he picked up one container. Why the hell had Ruggie bought him a warthog scented candle?

“If you’re planning on spending the night in your bathtub, then I guess our problem isn’t as big as I thought it was.”

Leona grumbled and tossed the offensive smelling candle into the wastebasket. He sighed when he caught the prefect still glowering at him in the mirror. Clicking his tongue again, Leona ambled out of the bathroom. He tipped his chin back and scowled down at the prefect. “You should learn to show some gratitude. I could’ve sent you straight back to your dorm to deal with Azul’s lackeys.”

Yuu’s chin tipped back to meet his gaze. His eyes narrowed. Did she think she could intimidate him? He might—on occasion—bow to his sister-in-law's nagging just to get her off his back, but he certainly wasn’t about to do the same for a little herbivore.

The prefect tipped her head without breaking his gaze. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I should have thanked you. Your benevolence is second only to Azul’s. After all, had you not given me—a magicless little girl with only her monster companion—the opportunity to fight a group of thugs who used magic more than their fists, I would not only be sleeping in front of the statues on Main Street tonight.” Yuu paused to show him the bandage wrapped around her elbow. “I would also have never earned this new battle scar.”

Leona rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. “Battle scar? It was barely a scrape. You wouldn’t even have that bandage if Howl hadn’t been so dramatic about an infection.”

What he didn’t say was that he was actually impressed by their victory. Yuu had an almost uncanny instinct when it came to dodging magical attacks, not to mention the dexterity to perform the dodges. Grim’s offense was grudgingly impressive too, but his lack of focus would be his downfall. If Yuu hadn’t snapped at him to focus on one boy before moving to the next, they wouldn’t have won the duel. Leona hadn’t given them any handicaps either. Two of the boys were sophomores and the other a junior, meaning they had more experience than the average freshman when it came to a magical duel.

None of which he was about to admit to her.

“The point is that my scar has made me an official badass.” Yuu pointed at the bedding Jack had thrown down in the corner of the room. “As a badass, I refuse to sleep on the floor.”

Leona pointed at the couch sitting in front of the balcony. “Then take the sofa.”

“That sofa is barely long enough to fit Grim. Do you want me to suffer a hunchback?”

“It would add to your badass image.”

“It would also hinder me as I run around campus cleaning up all of your messes.”

Leona snorted. He ambled across the room to stand on the opposite side of the bed from Yuu. He relaxed his posture, and while he didn’t exactly match hers—hands on her hips and chin held high—he made it clear he wasn’t backing down. “My messes? Last I checked, you’re in this situation because your own little friends made a mess, and then you decided to throw yourself into the fire.”

“And as punishment, I frequently remind my friends of their bad decisions. Grim?” Grim made a noise from the balcony. “The sea anemone on your head makes you look dumb. Like a midget unicorn but without the badass part.”

Leona bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smirking at Grim’s howling displeasure. He took the prefect’s distraction as an opportunity to flop down into the center of his bed. He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. “Your problems aren’t mine. Just be grateful I’ve given you a place to stay.”

He was on the very edge of sleep when Yuu chimed, “You know, Cheka wouldn’t be very happy to hear his uncle made his fiancé sleep on the floor.”

Leona cracked open one eye. The prefect still hovered next to the bed, her eyes now wide to mimic some type of innocence. His tail agitatedly flicked to the side. “Seriously? You’re trying to play that card again? The brat has no idea about what he writes in his letters. I doubt he even knows what the word fiancé means.”

“Sade says she’s very excited to one day welcome me into your family.”

Leona’s tail flicked harder. Of course, his sister-in-law was communicating with the prefect too. Sade had probably adopted the girl already. She probably told the prefect to make his school life even more inconvenient too.

“I wonder what she would say about you making me sleep on the floor now,” Yuu continued. She did a little spin and took one step in the direction of the bedding on the floor. “How very uncouth for the son of a king. Making a poor little girl sleep on the hard floor while he sprawls across a bed that could easily fit three people his size. And her son is being so heavily influenced by such a role model? I’m sure she’ll be absolutely thankful when I tell her—.”

With a tiny growl, Leona rolled over to lay on the edge of the bed. He took one of his pillows and plopped it down in the middle of the bed. He turned his back to her and glared out at the balcony. “Stay on your side of the bed.”

Yuu hummed with satisfaction. Leona’s ears flicked as he listened to her drag the blankets and pillows over to the bed. His tail twitched when the mattress jostled to accommodate the new weight beside him. After the prefect called for Grim to join her, Leona made a point of reaching for the light switch on the wall next to his bed. His two temporary roommates continued to wiggle and mutter in the dark. He didn’t close his eyes until the wiggling and mumbling stopped and Grim’s snores started.

“Leona?” Leona emitted a tiny growl. He was starting to question ever entertaining Jack on the prefect’s current living conditions. “Thanks. For real this time. You’re not that bad when you’re not throwing a temper tantrum.”

Leona grabbed one of the pillows beneath his head and whipped it behind him. Yuu yipped when the pillow connected. Leona tucked the pillow back into place and ignored Grim’s yowls about being caught up in “their feud.” “Shut up already and let me sleep.”

Yuu couldn’t stand him having the last word, so she threw one of her pillows at him. More wiggling ensued, and Grim mumbled his complaints before his snores started again. Leona closed his eyes, but for once, sleep didn’t immediately come to him. His ears flicked in the prefect’s direction.

With a quiet huff, he carefully shifted onto his back. With the help of the soft moonlight drifting in through the open windows, Leona could easily see Yuu quietly staring up at the ceiling. Grim slept curled up on her chest, and her breathing had slowed to match the monster’s, though it still wasn’t enough to simulate a natural sleep.

Leona dragged a hand through his hair, his fingers encountering a flicking ear. “If you weren’t planning on sleeping, then what was the point of fighting over the bed?”

“I just wanted to see if Sade was right,” Yuu answered without hesitation. She kept her voice barely above a whisper. “Apparently, you’ve never told her no.”

“Because if I ever did, she wouldn’t stop nagging me.”

“I think deep down, you’re just a big cuddly kitten.”

Leona clicked his tongue. His tail flicked across the pillow barrier between them. “A big cuddly kitten? You have no sense of self-preservation, do you?”

“Well, I could’ve attempted stabbing Floyd in the eye with a pencil and kicking Jade in the shin, but a tiny voice in the back of my head reminded me I didn’t necessarily want to leave the campus the same way I arrived.”

Leona snorted to cover an aborted chuckle. He obnoxiously yawned. His tail flicked back and forth from his side to hers. “How do you expect me to get a decent night’s sleep while sleeping next to a mouth breather?”

“Sorry, but I’m still mastering the art of breathing through my ears.”

Leona flicked his tail hard enough to brush against her arm. “Smartass.”

“Better than being a dumbass, but mediocre compared to badass.” She fell silent, but her shuffling made Leona’s ears flick. Her quiet sigh was inevitable. “Sorry. Aside from the change in scenery, I tend to have a hard time falling asleep most nights. I don’t actually mind sleeping on the ground if it’s too disruptive for you.”

The desire to snap at her to do just that died on his tongue the moment he imagined the disappointed glare from his sister-in-law. With a loud sigh, Leona rolled off the edge of the bed. He clicked on the small lamp on his desk. He glowered down at the bed. Yuu squinted back at him, Grim now tucked up against her hip. Leona made a show of kicking out the chair beneath his desk and flopped into it. The prefect leaned up just enough to keep squinting at him from above the pillows.

He shoved the chessboard on his desk towards the corner closest to the bed. He arranged the black and white chess pieces on their respective sides. “You prefer white or black?”

Yuu didn’t miss a beat when she climbed over the pillow barrier to sit on the edge of the bed. She twirled the board around, so the black pieces were on her side. “Do you normally give people the option?”

“It’s a courtesy,” Leona drawled. He slouched into his chair and balanced his elbow on the desk to give his cheek a resting place on his knuckles. “A show of good sportsmanship.”

Yuu snorted. She twirled the board again to regain possession of the white pieces. “Because you're so good at showing sportsmanship-like behavior.”

“I’m not above kicking you out of the bed if you annoy me too much.”

Yuu hummed. She spun the board a few times before letting it rest at an angle where both sides were somehow equally stuck between them. Her head slightly tilted. “I don’t know how to play chess.”

Leona released a loud sigh. He pushed the corner of the board until he gained possession of the white pieces. His ears flicked when he picked up the faint noise of the rowdier students trickling in from the dorms below. “Watch closely then because I’m not about to have a three-hour tutor session with you.”

They were on their fourth game when Yuu began picking up how each piece moved, which wasn’t too bad since each game only took Leona four moves to win. He still beat her with the same four moves for the next three games, but her frustration over him casually checkmating her king made her a quick learner. The next time they reset the board, she moved her knight to intersect his opening pawn. He still won, but she at least lasted three more moves.

By the time Yuu began to yawn in earnest, Leona was begrudgingly enjoying himself. She had become braver with her queen and had attempted several times to use it like some martyr-like sacrifice to somehow checkmate his king. Her strategies were laughable as a beginner, but they were just odd enough to make her less predictable than a veteran. She’d come close to checkmating him once but hadn’t even realized it. He wasn’t about to casually offer her the information either.

On her next turn, she stared at the board long enough with drooping eyelids that Leona couldn’t help saying, “Just give me your king, so we can go to sleep.”

Her eyes snapped up to his. The soft light of the lamp made the golden freckles hidden in her brown irises flicker. “Never.”

Leona firmly checkmated her in the next two moves. She squinted down at the board while he fluidly stood. He reached above his head in a long stretch. “You’re done. Now get on your side so I can finally sleep.”

Yuu huffed, but she complied with his demand with minimum fuss. Leona watched her stretch out on her side of the pillow barrier without bothering Grim, who had somehow wiggled his way down to the foot of the bed. She snuggled up under the extra blanket until only her nose was visible. Her posture, even hidden under the blanket, was much more relaxed than it had been earlier, and her annoying mouth breathing didn’t sound as obnoxious.

Leona quickly flopped onto the bed when he realized he had been staring too long.

“Good night,” Yuu yawned. Her voice was muffled because of the blanket, but he easily detected the slurred cadence of her words like she was already on the verge of sleep. “Chess’s s’more tiring than walking ‘round the campus. You’ll have to play me again. ‘Cause I’m gonna get good ‘nough to beat you.”

Leona snorted and clicked off the lamp. A comfortably dry breeze from the window loosened the suddenly stifling air in the room. “We’ll see about that.”

“Gonna take your queen.”

“It’s the king you have to checkmate.” Leona waited for her snarky comment. He peeked over the pillow when none came. Yuu slept curled on her side facing him. Her mouth was parted, and a gentle snore escaped with each breath she took. Leona huffed and dropped his head on the pillow. He closed his eyes. “Annoying little mouth breather.”

He wouldn’t admit to waking up once in the middle of the night when he couldn’t detect her snoring. He huffed in mild amusement when he found she had somehow flipped herself around and had her face buried in Grim’s belly. He flopped back onto his pillow and didn’t wake up again he until heard Ruggie whining about morning practice.

[kyupidos]

02/18/24’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

paper cranes and origami heartsヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘your means of communication is now through two things—letters hidden within pages, and leftover snacks.’

part one. tit. dear messenger

characters. diasomnia : sebek zigvolt ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, pre-relationship ( gettin there..? ), romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. chat am i cooked if i continually forget to write for the fic series that are piling up.. ( to the person who asked for a prt two..sorry it took literal months heueh )

— you began to visit the library even more often than you thought possible since then, with books by your side, and though you’d reread them all practically a hundred times now, it was always like a breath of fresh air. after all, though you hadn’t a clue who they were, and they certainly weren’t by your side at the moment, you had someone to talk to—a pen pal, if you will. a sincerely sweet one, at that.

— in your signature penned handwriting, your hand moved in sync with the way your leg bounced lightly in subtle excitement to be able to send another reply. some time had passed—you’d like to say some weeks, though, considering yet another overblot had occurred, and winter break was freshly over. you never do seem to get a break, do you? but at least, you have good friends to get you through it, for instance, the pen pal you’re trying to write a response to at this very moment. you tapped your cheek with your pen, trying to come up with a satisfying response though you know for a fact your pen pal doesn’t expect shakespearean from you.

— ‘that’s a nice way to interpret it, right? not like a tragic ending, rather..an open one? leaving it up to the imagination may be frustrating, but the imagination’s also where the magic happens.’

— recently, your conversations had been feeling more..organic, if you had to describe it. almost as if, despite the fact you didn’t know each other’s appearances, voices, and you weren’t by each other at all, you knew each other as good friends all the same and were having a conversation right then and there, albeit through writing. it felt nice actually; a score considering this all started because silly you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to a therapist or something and write letters inside books instead, but it’s a pretty good coping mechanism if you had to say, so you’re pretty sure you’re good..

— bringing you back to reality though, the way you unconsciously let your hand drift to bring a baked treat to your mouth to chew on. some moments ago, trey came over to deliver some leftover goods, figuring you’d appreciate it—and obviously you did, but it sure was a struggle to get it out of grim’s paws. you had to promise him premium tuna for that one ( you can only imagine the fly that’ll escape from your wallet, singing about how poor you are ). you had your own little spot in the library of course, hidden by the bookshelves. you prided yourself on your cleanliness, so you swore up and down to the library ghost staff you wouldn’t make a mess; though they reassured you they wouldn’t mind anyway.

— you were well aware of how good trey’s baking was, but you were constantly rereminded of the fact with every bite you take. not like you were complaining, the snacks were heavenly, you’d have to thank him again later. just about then you were once again settling in, ready to continue reading since you’d finished with your response already, simple despite how much time you’d spent on thinking it up.

— but then disaster struck.

— “hey, henchhuman!! tell ace i’m not gonna fail the stupid exam, would you?! he keeps getting on my hide!” grim complained, leaving you with an exasperated look as you watched ace quickly jump out of his chair from the corner of your eye, grabbing onto the chair to shake it a little making his point even more clear that it was true, considering the fact that grim was right about to fall asleep before he pointed it out; grim of course arguing that he wasn’t. honestly you felt a bit bad you didn’t even realize they were also in the library but to be fair, they probably didn’t even realize either until grim noticed you from the corner of his eye.

— with an amused snort that thankfully wasn’t loud enough to be heard, you just pet grim’s head ( who seemed to be pleased before realizing it was visible, so he pouted and lightly slapped your hand away with his paw ), guiding your way over to their table with grim following suit, holding onto ace’s chair with him sat again, looking at his, grim, and deuce’s study guides. a mere squint and a head tilt told them the teasing mood you were in, “you sure you didn’t sign a contract with azul for this?” that little quip eventually turned into fun banter, the four of you eventually getting lost in conversation over your studies, until it got late—and before you could get to scolding, deuce mentioned the need to return to your respective dorms, ace joking about how you tended to act like riddle when during late hours like this ( which you quickly tapped at his forehead with your knuckles for ).

— though your book was left open at your table, the plate of baked goods beside it as well.

— safe to say, you were very much a wreck when you came to that realization literally the morning after. well, it was a sunday so at least you didn’t have to worry about getting through school first, but you’ve still got your point! once your outside shoes were on, you sped walk over to the library, tripping a little as you greeted the library ghost staff in apology over the mishap, though you knew it wasn’t a big deal to them. when you returned to the scene of the crime though, the book was closed, though bookmarked, and while the plate was still there, you’d think it was licked clean, though the crumbs prove otherwise.

— and when you opened the book up to the bookmarked page, it became clear why— a more domestic scene in the book, where the characters are described to be baking together and feeding each other cookies. you remember finding it cute, though your pen pal didn’t really see why you were hyping it up, in his own way of talking that was; you don’t think he’d ever use that sort of lingo ( or rather ever write it ). right by his old commentary making that exact note, in newer writing, and you could tell by the way the strokes were more crisp and the distinct smell of the ink seemed more fresh.

— ‘i can see why you like this scene now.’

— really, even in one sentence the words charm you, and you feel like you can hear him saying them to you in the moment though you don’t even know what his voice sounds like. and you couldn’t help but smile, taking into mind that one sentence a little more.

— maybe you should bring snacks to the library more often; this time around specifically made by you.

[ridorukunmajitennshi]

so i may never forget the air you carved out.

pairing: riddle rosehearts x gn!reader cw: highly suggestive, a little jealousy from riddle

Everyone would testify to the strange fact that Riddle had never, ever collared you—and, with all the evidence provided by Heartslabyul residents, his verdict to this crime would undoubtedly be guilty.

Because as much as Riddle wanted to, he couldn’t.

“Wider—open your mouth wider,” Riddle instructed as the lithe fingers twined around your jaw tightened, extirpating any thought you had about escaping. “This is your punishment, be good and take it.”

Enclosed within the confines of Riddle’s dorm room, the two of you nestled on his petite couch, you felt your body tremble beneath his puissant authority. You obeyed his command, parting your cute lips as you squeezed your eyes shut; and Riddle had to admit, this sight alone was tantalizingly adorable.

With you quivering in titillating anticipation as your mouth opens, awaiting anything and everything he’ll give you, you were the definition of perfection.

Riddle cupped his soft lips over yours, the sensual brush evoking heat from the depths of your core, before his tongue slipped into the interstice—and your fingers immediately clung onto his jacket, grasping for balance whilst his tongue moved in your mouth.

Tracing along every ridge with appetitive care, Riddle’s tongue continued to roll against yours as your lips rounded against one another. “You have my permission to moan, I want to hear you,” he breathed out between kisses, refusing to allow you a second to collect yourself.

This is a punishment, after all, for breaking Rules #703. Riddle was really looking forward to having you serve him tea—yet, at the last minute, you chose to go off and assist Ace in tending to the hedgehogs.

Even if you doing such a thing is one of the reasons he fell in love with you in the first place⋯ he just couldn’t resist pinning you to his couch like this, keeping you all to himself as he gives you your punishment.

A soft, needy moan overflowed into the kiss as Riddle kissed you deeper, his tongue moving more roughly in tandem with his lips.

“That’s it, let me hear your moans,” Riddle coaxed you, bringing a hand down to your thigh; where he began to massage circles with his thumb, each gyration coming closer to your inner-thigh and permeating warmth between your legs.

Riddle could feel you gasp, allowing him another opportunity to devour your mouth with his—and your saliva coalesced together, converging in the corner and threatening to spill over.

“Such a sweet taste⋯ tell me, did you enjoy being with Ace?” Riddle asked against you with a sardonic simper, finally pulling back—fingers propping your chin up, scrutinizing your dazed and flushed expression as the drool pools down your skin. “Or were you hoping for this to happen?”

Whenever Riddle collared someone, their expression reflected despondency and spite against him—he was aware that everyone feared him—and he couldn’t bear to have you look at him like that.

That’s why he had never, ever collared you.

Watching you unravel before him with your dizzy, half-lidded eyes fixated on only him as your lips grow swollen from his kisses was much more satisfying, he thought.

[cafe-smut]

I'm having . . . Angst fic ideas

For whatever reason, royal delegation from Briar Valley visits Sunset Savannah. So our 4 Diasomnia are the main party here. They get there, Leona is there to greet them, as expected. Then the king suggests since they're schoolmates, he show them around. Neither Malleus or Leona like this idea at all, but Malleus is too princely to object and Leona just does it without saying anything. The toue is actually quite good. Lilia and Malleus manage to throw in a few taunts and insults about him being more capable of such a simple task than they'd thought, considering how lazy he is. It's normal fighting for them. The next morning when breakfast is brought, the servants chatter a bit about Leona and laugh at him.

Malleus is mildly surprised to hear such blatant disrespect but it's not bad by any sense and they brush it off. The first day passes but everywhere they go in the palace, there's always quiet whispers and laughter about Leona. Nd none of it is in jest, it's cruel. And kept far away from the ears of the royal family. Except for Leona himself, who is scarcely seen at all by the delegation.

By the end d of the day Malleus is off put in a way that has the trio concerned. "Kingscholar is many things, but he is still their prince and deserves respect for his status and power. Why does he not demand it?"

"Because it would just make it worse." It's a servant who entered the room with a snack for them that answers. "Me and my folks all worked here basically my whole life. It was ok when he was a boy, but when his magic manifested, and he got his scar, everything changed. I'm not a big fan of him myself, but he's a good prince. Not the best, but when he nearly died more than once, when he did used to try to change peoples minds, I cant blame him for not even bothering any more."

"What do you mean?"

"Aside from the assassination attempt that nearly took his life and gave him that scar over his eye less than a year after his magic presented? He's attempted to take his own life more than once. The king only knows of one time. He was quite distraught over it, attempted to make it right and made it so that no one could speak ill of his brother. It only made everyone keep their tongues tight around him and the royal family. Except for Prince Leona himself. Thus, every other attempt has been called cry for attention by the doctors and the truth hidden from him. The advisors of the king and queen know we will keep our mouths shut, what choice do we have? We still have livelihoods and protecting him isn't gonna help us any. He ain't tried since right after the young prince was born anyways, so it's fine." And then the servant is gone. And Malleus is both furious and extremely distraught.

How wrongly has he judged Leona Kingscholar for the results of a life of torment from others? And how has he himself contributed to that without realizing?

[violetlunette]

The Secret of the Tower

Summary: Malleus has a grandson who is curious about what his grandfather has hidden in the tall tower.

Mallow climbed the winding steps of the forbidden tower, cloaked in shadows from the sun outside.

The tiny dragon prince knew he wasn’t supposed to be here, but his curiosity had gotten the best of him.

What was his grandfather hiding within this old tower? Why did he come here every night? Was it a magic mirror that could see all? Enchanted slippers that led one to their dreams? A powerful lamp that grants wishes? A rose that counted down a kingdom’s final fate? The possibilities were endless!

Still, it wasn’t easy, even for someone like him who carried dragon blood within him. The tower was tall, reaching past the clouds. The steps were thin and close to the wall, meaning every step had to count.

‘If only I could teleport like grandfather,’ the little boy thought, huffing and puffing with every step. Flying would be nice, too. Alas, he didn’t have them. (Though he had hope for the future.)

Therefore, if young Mallow wanted to know the secret his grandfather kept closely guarded, he would have to do it the old-fashioned way—through tenacity.

Had Mallow the observation skills and knowledge, he would have noted that the stones seemed to have been repaired, mended, and even replaced in some spots.

The tower had been around for several thousand years, becoming a known sight in Briar Valley. Often, the roof, shaped like a spindle, was the first sight anyone saw while traveling. (Once, there was a threat of planes crashing into it until Mallow’s grandfather cast a spell to protect it.)

Many rumors and tales surrounded the tower, but no one knew the truth. Hence, Mallow was determined to be the first.

Finally, his efforts were rewarded, as Mallow, at long last, reached the top.

“Huff...huff! Finally! Puff…” Mallow’s face brightened even as he wheezed, delighted that it seemed his efforts would pay off.

Taking a moment to regain himself, Mallow hurried to the thick oak door decorated in gold vines and roses. When he touched it, the roses on the door momentarily glowed red. However, the boy missed them as he was already pulling the door open.

He was met with a room brightly lit by the setting sun outside the large, round windows. In the room was a collection of strange objects that reminded Mallow of something his mother would bring from her travels. There was a training sword hung on the wall with a baton.

However, the main draw was the four-poster bed in the center.

Blue curtains danced in the breeze as if to beacon the young prince forward. Mallow gulped but approached, his curiosity needing to be sated. He hesitated and swallowed once more as he stood at the end of the bed, anxious to see what he might find. Then—he pulled the curtain back.

Mallow’s breath caught in his throat, and his gaze grew.

Lying in a peaceful sleep was a young man with hair that shone like moonlight. His fair skin had a luminescent glow, making the teen appear ethereal. His expression was peaceful as if he were lost in a dream.

Mallow stumbled back in surprise but regained himself through pride.

“Hey...Hey! Who are you?” he demanded loudly. When the teen didn’t stir, Mallow became annoyed. 

Mallow Draconia was a prince! How dare this mere human ignore him and continue to sleep?

“HEY! Wake up! I asked you a question, human!” There was still no response from the sleeping beauty.

Mallow’s cheeks puffed. As a prince and one constantly adored by his family, the young child was not used to being unheeded by others, who often jumped at his word. His shoulders hunched up as his pudgy hands curled into balls. He then stomped, stomped his feet.

He bellowed, “HEY! Do you know who I am?”

He tugged on the blue sheets decorated in gold, demanding the attention he was entitled to as a prince and an adorable child.

Yet, no amount of yelling or whining made the human stir. The only movement from the other was the silver bangs that fluttered slightly in the wind and—if Mallow cared to look close enough—the faint rise and fall of his chest.

Grr…!

Mallow’s soft brow wrinkled in annoyance as tiny green flames blew out his flared nostrils, the corners of his mouth sinking lower. The short fuse of his patience was slowly meeting its end.

“Hey! If you don’t answer me, I’ll set you on fire--”

“He cannot hear you.”

Mallow jumped at the familiar voice. He turned, eyes wide.

“Gr—grandfather?!”

King Malleus stepped from the doorway, his heels softly clicking against the marble floor as he dragged his cloak behind him.

Although Mallow called him grandfather, he did not look it. Rather, he appeared to be a young man, only a touch older than the one sleeping in the center.

His bright green gaze flicked to Mallow’s golden eyes, specks of Malleus’ emerald flame in them. His face became stern.

“Mallow. What are you doing here?” The little boy, subconsciously knowing he was protected by the fact that he was the baby of the family and therefore had no fear of harm, shrugged.

“I wanted to see what was here,” he said as he trotted over. He tugged at his grandfather’s robes. “Grandfather! That human isn’t paying me any respect!” Malleus closed his eyes, sighing in exasperation.

“This is a private place, Mallow,” the king told the baby prince, ignoring the complaint.

“But I wanted to see!” Malleus made a face.

“Your curiosity doesn’t excuse everything you do, Mallow." Even so, he lifted Mallow into his arms and held his grandson close. Any sense of annoyance he had with the boy vanished and was replaced with a warmth that flowed like a stream through the old dragon. Malleus would leave any scolding to be had to his daughter, he decided. It was his right as a grandfather to do so, after all.

After shifting a bit, Mallow peeked over back at the human.

“Who is that?” he asked, desiring to know who would dare to sleep in his presence.

As he looked at the form, Malleus’ content expression fell away, replacing it with regret.

“...That was my first knight and dear friend,” he stated, closing his eyes. “His father hatched and raised me from my egg alongside my own grandmother after my parents died.

“Then, years later, he found Silver and raised him as well.”

“Silver?” Mallow interrupted with a blink. “The one grandpa’s grandpa used to tell us about?” Malleus nodded, trying to keep the somberness down as he recalled the passing of his other knight, Sebek, centuries prior.

“Yes. This is he.” Malleus motioned to the sleeping figure.

Mallow’s face lit with intrigue. The young prince recalled the tales told to him of the Silver Knight, though there weren’t many. (Most of the tales he heard were of his ancestor Sebek and the bat warrior, Lilia, whom his mother was named.)

His head tilted.

“Why is he here?” The question brought shame to Malleus, who hid it well with centuries of practice.

“There...an accident occurred,” he stated after several long minutes. “Silver managed to save myself and everyone involved, but he—he never woke up. He couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t you wake him up?” Mallow said, not believing the possibility that his grandfather couldn’t. Malleus was the most powerful magician in the world, after all. The thought of him NOT being able to do something seemed impossible.

Malleus’ eyes closed before he shook his head.

“I’ve tried,” he said, pain seeping into his voice. “We all did. Lilia, his father, spent the rest of his life trying to find a way. But unfortunately…” The king trailed off, as there were no words he could find to explain his failures to the child.

Mallow glanced back at the sleeping knight, undisturbed by time. He shifted, knowing something was wrong but not understanding what.

“How long has he been asleep?” he asked, hoping asking questions would make the yucky feeling forming go away. Malleus sighed at the endless curiosity of children.

“At least...ten thousand years now,” he said, furrowing his brow, trying to recall if that was correct. Mallow’s eyes widen.

“Wow! That’s basically forever, huh?” The smile Malleus wore was hollow.

“You have no idea.” With that, the king shifted his grandson in his arms.

“Come now,” he said softly. “Lily is wondering where you wandered off to.” Mallow squeaked as Malleus turned.

“But! Grandfather,” he whined. “What about Silver? Will he ever wake up?” The Dragon King looked his age at this question.

“…I have no idea,” he admitted honestly. He hugged Mallow tighter to him. “But I have hope that maybe one day he will.” Then, with a half-hearted glance over his shoulder, he left.

[livingininsomnia]

How does Silver say that he doesn’t want your friendship, that he wants you as a lover, a partner, his other half?

Your love is not his—you laugh and cry for others, and your gaze is never on him as his is on you, but this pain is borne of love, his to cherish and bear.

If you were his, he would never hurt you, he would always love you, forever and a day, past eternity and beyond.

What would it take to show you?

[binahs-sinbin]

Cw: edging, small humiliation kink, threats of ruined gratification, bondage technically (Idia gets a boner over a threat)

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Idia being bratty about always forgetting to charge his toys, so you decide teach him the importance of charging his toys by tying him up and putting a vibrating ring on his cock, putting it on low.

He’s in heaven until right as he’s about to cum, it stops, leaving him right on edge. Idia whines before crying out and begging you to turn it back on, except, you didn’t turn it off. You tell him that he’s not getting anything else, and to make sure he doesn’t take care of it himself, you keep him tied up until he’s soft (which takes nearly an hour since he kept getting excited when you looked at his cock) then you take the toy off his limp cock and clean it. During this you let Idia remain tied up.

You only untied him after everything was already cleaned up and put away. As much as Idia hates to admit….it was an effective punishment. He’s too tired to get to that point again and as much as he wants to jerk it quickly, his cock is already flaccid and done. It would be humiliating if he tried to save what little pleasure he could get from a quickie.

You hand him back his toy, telling him he better charge it or you won’t edge him, but will ruin him.

Idia is humiliated that your threat woke his aching cock up. It visibly flexed towards his stomach, at full mass as it uselessly bobbed. You shot him a sneer upon noticing the pre leaking from the fat head of his cock.

.

[theonemarvelousness]

if you do any ship then adeuce me

"You've actually come a far way from our freshman year, Juice." Ace can't help a grin, his fingers slipping into Deuce's. The blush is pretty cute.

"Y-you have too." Bright eyes look at their intertwined fingers before he looks away. But he can't help the smile.

"So, we've stuck it out this long. What're ya planning for, after we graduate tomorrow?"

Deuce clears his throat with a cough, but he won't look back. "A-anywhere with you, Ace."

That's the right answer~

[olivebranch311]

Silver woke up, body swaddled in a warm blanket and head sore. He felt like he had pulled a long night of studying. Faintly he heard the sound of Malleus Lilia humming, scents coming to his room from the kitchen of their do- cottage.

I need to wake up. I need to get up, he thought. But all Silver could do was shut his eyes, and drift off back to the sound of his lullaby.

~~~

Silver wakes up, body swaddled in a warm blanket and his head sore. His head was resting on a soft pillow, feeling like he had been bucked off his horse. Faintly, he heard the sound of Malleus his father humming, scents coming to his room from the kitchen.

‘I need to wake up. I need to…’ Silver lost his train of thought as a yawn interrupted him, and when he tried to think about what his thoughts were, it was gone. His eyes felt heavy. And Silver allowed them to slide shut.

~~~

Silver wakes up, body swaddled in a warm blanket, and his head sore. The sunlight blocked by curtains, shielding his eyes from the rays. His body felt like he had a long spar with Sebek. Faintly, he heard the sound of his father humming, scents coming to his room from the kitchen.

‘I need to…’ Silver frowned faintly at his thoughts escaping him. Needed to… hm. He couldn’t grasp it but something felt… off. His fathers song resounded again and Silver yawned, nestling into the warmth of his pillow. His eyes closed before he could try to grasp his thoughts again.

~~~

Silver woke up, his body swaddled in a warm blanket, his body feeling well rested and warm. His head felt light and clear and Silver yawned, perking up at the sound of his Father humming from the kitchen. His Father seemed relatively chipper, of course his Father usually was, the old retired General adored his said retirement, claiming it gave him more time to travel along with Silver and cook some… spectacular things for their guests.

Silver winced and sent a silent apology to Lord Malleus and Sebek, hopefully they wouldn’t be too scared to try some of Fathers creations. Sliding out of the warm comforts of bed, Silver braced for the eventful day he was bound to have.

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In the silence of Diasomnia, surrounded by thick briar vines, which thorns seemingly shined against the green glow of the fire provided by the dorms, Malleus allowed himself to exhale slowly, a pleased smile growing on his face. It took a dozen or more so times, but as his biosphere magic expanded, he was able to gain more control over his magic, which meant more magic to properly force the seemingly undaunted knight.

Silver’s unique magic was one of the biggest headaches he’s ever had to deal with. Silver’s refusal of his gift was disheartening, especially after the boy poured out his heart to him. He’d thought Silver would be more accepting but he was not only faced with refusal but also the revelation that his unique magic worked against him. But all it took was simply making him forget their encounters and sending him back to his dream space, surrounded by familiarity and warmth. And he was pleased with the fall. Still… the little Shroud was someone he needed to deal with, sooner than later. A shame the young one was resistant to his magic. Ah well. Perhaps he could… project his brothers dream to him, allow him to see what he would ruin.

He glanced to his side, his smile warming at seeing his family sleeping soundly on the edges of his coat, and he knelt down to their forms, admiring their peaceful faces.

He would deal with little Shroud later. For now… he would be content to watch his favorite subjects sleep.