#twst ficlets

[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.

[hxney-lemcn]

SOS — Overblots x gn! reader

summery: The one time you try to be proactive its like the world has it out for you; or, you get hurt while cleaning Ramshackle dorm and the overblot boys are the one who helps you.

tw: mentions of blood, injury, Malleus is a bit overdramatic...so is Grim.

wc: 1.8k (~230 each character)

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No phone, no tv, not even a book. Not wanting to leave the comfort of your dorm, you decide to start something you’ve been putting off for quite some time now. Cleaning. You started with the living quarters, then the kitchen, then the closet. When you finished with the first floor you decided you’d clean your room and be done. Fate seemed to not be on your side, as when you climbed up the creaky steps, one step was a bit too creaky. When you put your full weight on it, you let out a gasp as the wood gave out from under you. Yes, that's right, your dorm was so run down that the stairs gave out on you. And there you lay in pain, no way to contact anyone. Thankfully, Grim came back from whatever he was doing to avoid helping you clean, you had never seen him look so horrified when he found you among the rubble of wood, splinters galore with bruises and scratches covering your skin. You also never saw Grim run so fast for something that wasn’t his premium cans of tuna. You could only hope he could find help quickly, it felt like something was wrong with your ankle and you wanted to get help asap.

❥ Riddle Rosehearts

At first, Riddle watched the panicked Grim wearily. He was always with the Aduece duo so he thought Grim was panicked from their troubling shenanigans. Instead, he felt his heart drop when Grim sputtered your name among the words fallen and hurt. Riddle rushed to the Ramshackle dorm with Cater and Trey in tow. When he found you, battered and bruised he felt his blood boil. He knew your dorm was run down, that it needed repair, but he didn’t think that Crowley would be so neglectful to the point of it harming someone. He would have to have a stern talking to the headmaster after he knew you were treated properly. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to carry you as he…was small for the average man…but he made sure Trey held you gently, constantly asking how you feel and if there’s anything he can get you to help. As soon as you were in the infirmary being treated, he marched his way straight to the headmasters office. No way was he going to allow this to continue, Crowley must renovate your dorm this instant and he won’t settle for less. In the meantime, he’ll take care of you in his dorm, you were basically a Heartslabyul student already, so it made sense. Don’t worry, prefect, he’ll help you while you're injured, although the extra attention you get from everyone makes him a little jealous.

❥ Leona Kingscholar

He was trying to get some rest when your little pest of a rat came bothering him. He opened one eye to glare, confused as to why Grim would be crying. Leona could barely make out what the creature was blubbering about, snapping at him to speak clearly. So when Grim finally managed to shout that you're critically injured and you're going to die and you need help, Leona didn’t hesitate, grabbing the rat by his scruff and stalking towards your dorm. He’ll be damned if you're hurt, what did you even do to get into that state? He swears you are such a headache. His green eyes scanned your dorm, finally falling upon your form in a heap of wood, your weak cry of his name making his ear twitch. So many emotions pooled into him as he noted every little scratch. Although he grumbled, ears twitching and tail swaying angrily, he held you softly, making sure not to hurt you anymore than you already were. And no, clearly your dorm was falling apart, no way in hell was he letting you go back. You were treated much better that time you both shared his room, so what’s the problem? You’re stuck with him now, herbivore. Don’t worry that silly little head of yours, he’ll make sure he clears things up with Crowley.

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

Poor, poor Grim. As he ran out, tears blurring his vision, he cried out for help to the first shadowy figure he could. Unfortunately that was Floyd and Jade. The two eels grinned toothily, Grim once again being perfect prey…though they paused as Grim mentioned your name. Floyd asked what was wrong with shrimpy, and that’s when Grim cried out about how you're a bloody heap of a mess, dying alone as they speak. Jade quickly pulls his phone out, alerting Azul of the current circumstance as his brother is already making his way towards your dorm. Although the Leech twins can be cruel, you were not only their friend, but their boss’s love, and so when they found you, not in as dire of a situation as Grim made it be (you were clearly hurt, but not dying), they gently pried the wood off of you and carried you to the infirmary. Azul was already there, waiting anxiously, his heart dropping when he saw your state. You gave him a strained smile, and his heart broke, even with your terrible injuries, you’re still trying to comfort him. Don’t worry prefect, he and the twins will watch over you until the last scratch seals and the last bruise fades. Oh, and your dorm? Don’t worry about that, Azul will make sure Crowley pays the price for his negligence towards you. He has his ways, after all.

❥ Jamil Viper

When Jamil spots Grim running towards him, he feels his headache growing worse. Kalim had been worse than usual with his spending, and now he’ll have to deal with another problem. That headache grows ten times worse when Grim manages to sputter about how you’re hurt and need help. Without a second thought, Jamil drops his current task, rushing to your dorm. His heart was pounding, scared of just how hurt you could be, why that was, and if he was too late. You’ve been the only thing keeping him sane lately, and he wasn’t sure what he’d do without you. When he found you dazed with wood surrounding you he dropped to your side, assessing the damage done before doing his best to pick you up. Once you were safe and sound in the infirmary, he tried to stay by your side for as long as he could. He didn’t mind the idea of tending to you, especially not with you in this state. But his duty lied elsewhere, and eventually he had to wrench himself away, but only when you fell asleep peacefully and that it was confirmed that you’d recover well. What surprised him was when Kalim told him to take care of you, that he could take care of himself for the time being (he couldn’t and Jamil knew that)...and now you were a Scarabia student, both Kalim and Jamil refused to allow you back into that decrepit dorm and hurt yourself any further.

❥ Vil Schoenheit

Rook and Vil were actually on their way to see you when they stumbled upon a sniveling, sobbing, Grim. They watched him as he mumbled and muttered, spewing incoherent sentences. Vil stared at him with a sharp look, telling him to get to the point. He felt his heart drop when your name was spouted along with hurt and dying. Without a second thought, Rook took off towards your dorm, Vil not far behind. He cared for you far too much to just sit around when you needed his help. He hadn’t even managed to enter your dorm, Rook already carrying you out. Vil rushed to your side, moving your hair out of your face and inspecting you for anything that was death threatening. His heart continued to break as you complained about the pain on the way to the infirmary. He did his best to comfort you, promising to treat you to whatever you wish once you were fully healed. By the end of the day, he’s already finished giving an ultimatum to Crowley. If he doesn’t repair Ramshackle, then not only will he expose him, but he’ll make sure you're taken into Pomefiore and treated properly. He won’t let such an offense be taken lightly. 

❥ Idia Shroud

Grim was lucky he ran into Ortho. The humanoid android may look small, but he’s got strength. Grim was sobbing to the point of hysteria, unable to properly communicate the dire situation. Thankfully, Ortho doesn’t need any convincing, only following the poor creature scrambling back to Ramshackle dorm. When Ortho saw you collapsed in a heap of rubble his inner alarms blared. An emergency signal was sent to Idia, and when Ortho sent the message of bringing you to the infirmary he felt a rush of panic hit him. Scrambling, he turned on the security camera footage, watching with wide eyes at you in Ortho’s arms. You had blood and bruising, dear seven what happened? His fear of your well being overpowered his fear of everything else, and he quickly ran…walked to the infirmary. He awkwardly stayed by your side as Ortho fetched whatever you needed, his eyes tracing over every scratch and cut. He felt like it was his fault somehow. You looked better with the blood wiped off though, and you weren’t in critical condition. When you jokingly mentioned that even stairs were your enemy here Idia frowned. He anonymously messages Crowley while you sleep, sending clips that could ruin his career. He won’t release them, as long as Crowley rebuilds Ramshackle to be as spick and span as any other dormitory. 

❥ Malleus Draconia

The second Grim stumbles upon Malleus and snaps out of his hysteria. The fear of the powerful being overwhelms him for a second before he pitifully mutters that you need help. Malleus only tilts his head at the tiny creature before nodding, silently asking him to lead the way. At first Malleus didn’t think much of it, only happy that you needed his help. That was until he heard your weak whimper, then saw your frail body mutilated by debris…yeah he’s the most dramatic one. Although you were hurt you definitely weren’t mutilated. He’s also the most gentle, carefully cupping your face as the wood that surrounded you was instantly incinerated. Every wince or whimper as he lifted you up was met with profound apologies, like he was the one who hurt you instead of rotting infrastructure. Instead of taking you to the infirmary, he takes you to his room where he brings only the best healers. Please don’t try to stop him, this is for your well being, and he won’t settle for mediocre. Lilia only encourages him, and his retainers are no help. So you're stuck in the biggest bed with the silkiest sheets…actually it's dangerous that you were brought here because you're not sure you could go back to the itchy thin cotton sheets you’ve been stuck using as blankets. Though, you won’t really have to worry about that because Malleus has already made the decision to keep you with him in his room…well if you’re not comfortable with that then he’ll give you your own room and he’ll make sure it has the best amenities. Just don’t mind that it's right next to his room.

[cloudcountry]

Currently want to hide from the world due to extremely horrible person: fluff please fluff I need it for mental well being

Safety + a Tweel/Idia/Deuce/anyone except leona really you can pick

floyd feels his muscles tense up when you run behind him, cowering from something or someone.

he doesn't ask questions. floyd bristles, puffing up his chest to seem bigger than he actually is (as if that's even needed, with his pure size on land and in the sea.)

the person you were running from rounds the corner seconds after you.

floyd lunges and snaps his teeth, his pupils dilating. the person jerks back, eyes wide as floyd spreads out his arms, sharpened nails on display as ragged breaths leave his throat.

his chest is heaving.

"what the fuck!?" your pursuer jolts back, and if it was any other situation floyd would have laughed at the reaction.

it's a primal thing, a instinct hidden deep within his heart as a creature of the sea.

floyd leech is not a human being.

he is a merman, and they fight tooth and nail to protect those that matter to them.

the second the person flees, floyd relaxes his arms. his heart rate returns to normal and his pupils shrink, his breathing steadily becoming more regulated.

"shrimpy!~" he beams, scooping you into his arms and swinging you around, "are you alright? was that person bothering you? do you want me to squeeze them?"

he would. he would in a second.

[murkysirenblue]

Malleus and wine~ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Quick 825 word drabble! TW for alcohol + NSFT content

Ohhh its nothing, just imagining a date with Malleus...

The room was quiet aside from the sounds of classical music coming from the old timey phonograph in the corner. Hushed cellos synchronised with dampened flutes, as though the machine knew not to interrupt the two of you.

You were sat closer than you typically would to Malleus, a thigh pressed to his as your other leg draped itself over his knees. Your eyes occasionally fluttered shut as you smiled lazily, head bumping against his shoulder every now and again, words falling from both of your love-drunk lips as you basked in each others presence. He didn't mind of course- how could he when it came to you? He was looking down at you again, a saccharine smile shining through his eyes, a sight for you and only you.

The couch at the end of his bed was plush- perfect for conversation, as you found out all those moons ago. Yet there was little conversation happening now as the mood changed. An bedside table was pulled over to the armrest by Malleus, a black painted mahogany that suited his taste to a T. Seduction was thick in the air, as was need. Atop the table was a bottle- two no longer full glasses complimented its presence. It was a well aged red wine, a taste incomparable to any you'd had before. Mature, earthy and notes of spice brought out by the years it spent in a barrel deep in Briar Valley- all those years culminated into this moment here. Though thats what Malleus had told you earlier, you think.

Thoughts were lost on you as your glass sat half drunk, ignored on the table as two de-gloved, wine soaked fingers pressed against your lips- a comforting weight that you couldn't help but grin against. The deep red of the liquid was staining your lips, with a stray droplet drip dripping down your chin, and further still down your neck- dying the skin in its trail a blushing crimson. Water-coloured blood on your skin.

You, eager to please, blissfully closed your eyes as you opened your lips, allowing the awaiting digits into your mouth. Quickly, your lips closed around them, unwilling to let them leave. The wine was rich, its flavour gentle yet mature as you readily lapped it up, like affection. As your tongue further sullied Malleus' fingers, you lifted your hands to gently clasp around his wrist, your own five fingers wrapping around the joint- a wordless plea that begged him not to remove his hand wavered in the air like the stench of sex.

Even as the wine faded and all that was left was the taste his skin and your own salvia, you continued to suck and lap at them, moaning as you did. Maybe this wasn't about the wine. Maybe it was just about him. Malleus' sharpened nails occasionally caught on your tongue, but you couldn't find it in you to even flinch. Pleasure was all your mind could let you feel right now. You prayed he wouldn't move that hand from you, not while you were writhing as you were.

And even with your eyes closed, you knew how he'd be looking down at you. A low smile, sly and telling would be painting his porcelain face. His eyebrows would be sitting atop his glowing green eyes, their stare patronising, loving, wanting as they looked down at you, excited for more. For you. Maybe a blush would be blessing his features- though whether it was from the alcohol or you would never be said.

The hand not trapped between your lips travelled away towards the glasses of wine, dipping slowly, sensually down into the glass with the faded red lipstick stain- yours.

You only opened your eyes when you found the digits leaving your lips, stray strings of spit breaking as he pulled away. You whimpered pitifully, of course. You didn't want this end now. Malleus, for all you loved him was a notorious tease. He'd make you wait, just as he always did. You'd sit there next to Malleus, desperate as he talked on and on, pretending you weren't squirming- yet laughing while he watched your thighs clench. How he'd then guide you upwards, and with that coy look, question the small slick stain left on the couch.

Perhaps part of you wanted that, though.

His knowing gaze as he'd bemoan how desperate his dearly had become, just before he gave you what you needed.

Though there was no time to continue thinking, as you found yourself quickly satiated as his other hand replaced the previous. The taste of the red wine was returned, as did your hand on his wrist. And another now around his elbow as you leaned even further into him, eyes lulling shut. Peace now.

If this were to be the only way you could drink wine again, oh by the Sevens would you accept it...

I wrote and edited this at at an ungodly hour after a very very long day so it probably isnt my best work... will prolly edit later when I look at it again at a normal time :p

Wish me luck for another 6am wake up ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

[alieinthemorning]

How’s It Hanging, Beautiful? [Ace Trappola]

Content: Fluff, Established Relationship, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

Remaster of: “You’re so beautiful.” | Ace Trappola [400 Follower Event]

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Ace wouldn’t say that he wasn’t a morning person, but instead a deep sleeper. Usually, it’d take a lot to rouse him from sleep. However, there was one thing that could always get him up, no matter what. 

And that was the smell of Sunday morning breakfast. 

Saliva was pooled in his mouth before he even opened his eyes. He swallowed it as the rest of his body followed the lead of his taste buds. He stretched (carefully, he didn’t want to get a cramp), letting out a satisfying groan. Then he sat up, eyes finally opening to the dimly lit room. 

You were not there beside him or lingering in the room, but that made sense since you had to be the one cooking. What was odd was that Grim was nowhere to be found, but maybe today was his lucky day, and you’d give him some extras (when would he learn that he’d only get anything if he’d actually help). Shaking his head, he grabbed his phone, and headed for the bathroom. 

After fixing his rough bed head and rinsing his mouth out, Ace made his way downstairs to join you and Grim in the kitchen. You must have gotten up earlier than usual today because breakfast was almost done.

“Come on! Lemme just have a little—” Grim’s paw was reaching toward the bowl of strawberries, but you quickly swatted it. 

“Let it alone. Go take your seat.” You didn’t even bat an eye.

Grim huffed, hopped off the stool, and retreating to the dining room. 

Ace didn’t bother with teasing him, and instead honed in on you. 

“Morning.” His arms wrapped around your waist. 

You turned in his arms, “Morning, sleeping beauty.” You pecked the underside of his chin. 

He returned your kiss with one on your forehead. “You coulda woke me up, you know…” 

“Yeah, but I like watching you drool.” 

Ace pulled back, “I do not drool.” 

You simply smiled as you picked up the plate of pancakes. “Time to set the the table.” 

Sundays were lazy days, most of the time the three of you would just stay huddled up in bed all day after breakfast. Today was no different, except for Grim leaving to follow the sun (he was an expert sunbather, after all).  

Ace was a deep sleeper, but for some reason something pulled him from his sleep. And he was forever thankful for it. 

You were turned toward him (you were facing away from him when you fell asleep, you’re such a wild sleeper), mouth slightly open (no drool, damn it), lashing gently resting against dark circles. His thumb brushed against your lower lid. He should talk to Crowley about lessening your load. 

“How’s it hanging, beautiful?” 

Ace jolted, not expecting you to speak, let alone be awake. 

But then he smiled, “Not much, what’s going on with you, beautiful?”

“Just admiring you.”

“Crazy, me too.” 

You both laughed at yourselves,

and the beauty of your relationship.

Happy Birthday, Ace!

And now that I've said that, time for a serious end note lol

Sooooooo on the 9/1/24, I had emergency gallbladder surgery! And now I'm having an emergency hysterectomy (Tomorrow lol)! Originally, my appointment was in November, but after another trip to the ER they finally realized that bleeding for 6 months straight actually isn't normal, and something should be done about it!

So, yeah, I'm gonna be out of commission (again)! Which, I've barely been posting anyway, but I've also been in excruciating pain for the past six months, sooo yeah!

I'll see yeah when I see y'all!

Ko-Fi | Masterlist

[tixdixl]

Wishmaster Concert - Intro Blurb

Event banner by @ramshacklerumble

Word Count: 495

Characters: Sebek Zigvolt, Kingsley Tyr (my OC)

Content Warning: None

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A firm rap on the wood broke through the tranquil silence like a clap of thunder over a barren plain. The stone walled acoustics left nothing to imaginary or questionable realities as a second rap followed. It forced him to look up from the dry pages of his philosophy book.

Annoyance crossed his face like a fire came alight. And yet, it fizzled as soon as it sparked, as he called out to the requester, “Who is it?”

“It’s Sebek, sir.”

Like the very knock that preceded him, the voice behind the door boomed like a canon. Despite the feedback, Sebek lacked a proper handle on his vocal control. 

Kingsley rose from his desk chair. He opted not to waste any time, especially in understanding that the reptilian fae wasn’t exactly a patient man, and he wasn’t exactly keen on the prospect of being scolded unnecessarily through the wooden door. As he strode to the door and carefully opened it, his eyes met the golden gaze behind it. However, the immediate aura behind them, albeit still retaining some level of intensity, felt far more lax than he expected. He couldn’t help but feel his own brow quirk ever so slightly. A subtle flicker of curiosity sparked behind his own.

Giving Sebek the subtlest of once-overs, he then took a quick pause over his attire. The other student wore what appeared to be a denim vest, covered in patches and an assortment of studs and buttons. Black bands covered his wrists. And knee high leather boots protected what appeared to be a pair of pristine black pants. He clearly appeared ready to head out somewhere. And frankly, Kingsley had never seen the fae in these sorts of civies before. It struck him almost instantly as odd and out of place.  

"Sir,” Sebek addressed him, now with a far less stressed tone, “get your things and be sure to pack adequate ear protection!"

"...come again?"

"We're going to a local concert, and you're going to need to make sure you're prepared,” the reptilian fae explained, a sly grin forming on his face. He crossed his arms and stared confidently at the prince. 

The pause lasted only a moment before Kingsley, "...we?"

"Don't make me repeat myself," the fae snapped, “You’re coming too.”

A pause fell between them. But before Sebek had a chance to assert himself further, the prince turned about face, leaving the door slightly ajar. The prince headed further into his room. Moving toward his wardrobe, he began to swap out his uniform. However, just as he was about to grab his battle jacket, he peered back over his shoulder and called out, “Who’s headlining?”

“Wishmaster!” the fae answered joyfully, “Accompanied by Her Draconic Majesty, Fighting Dragons, UnderDark, and Pixie Metal.”

The failed prince removed his battle jacket and an appropriate tee from his stache and swapped garments in record time. And without another word, he joined the other student, awaiting him with great anticipation.

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Follow up Fic by @cyanide-latte

A/N: I felt like I had to include the scene that I imagined in my head at the start of the event. It likely wouldn't be the full set of chapters, and probably would be expanded if this were an actual event. But I really felt like including this little snippet would help illustrate part of why Sebek and Kingsley duo in this event. Plus tbh this is the shitpost that started this whole thing to begin with. I had to included it.

Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @the-trinket-witch @twstinginthewind @elenauaurs @sunsmilu

@cyanide-latte @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @starry-night-rose

@oseathepebble @twstchaos @twst-the-night-away @cyn-write

[hanafubukki]

Summary: You meet Princess Leah.

OT3 Masterlist

When you first meet Princess Leah, you understood why Dawn fell in love with her in your timeline.

Her laugh was as gentle as chiming bells. Her smile a welcoming to a comforting home. Kindness radiated off her.

Lilia was right.

Leah is different from Meleanor. She was soft spoken and tactful in her movements. She might not have the strength of knights and faes, but she exuded grace and protection rivaling even the majesty of any fae or human.

You feel a sort of healing in her presence.

“Thank you. This path to peace between humans and fae won’t be easy.”

Leah held your hand, “I’m glad we have you to help us. I’m happy they have you to love them.”

You can’t help it. How was she be related to Henrik?

“If only Henrick wasn’t the way he is.” She sighed.

Lilia was right; Leah is nothing like Meleanor.

They were opposites.

But he’s also wrong.

“If he wasn’t so paranoid, I’d have poisoned him by now.”

Princess Leah’s eyes shown fortitude and courage.

Faes and humans aren’t different.

They would always protect their loved ones at any cost.

You couldn’t help the smile and laughter that came from you. You could just imagine the faces Dawn and Lilia would make if they were here.

The princess joins you in merriment.

Was thinking about Princess Leah recently and this came to mind. Leah and Meleanor are different but they are the same too.

I wanted to show that here a bit. While Meleanor is a strong and stubborn princess loved by her people, Leah was known for her kindness and gentle demeanor.

But kindness and gentleness does not mean weakness. We have seen in canon she was ready to sacrifice herself for Silver. She tended to the troops when they were injured.

Two princesses alike and yet different. Very much loved by their people.

I feel sometimes people forget that kindness/gentleness is a type of strength. One of the strongest in fact. It’s easy to be mean. It takes strength to be kind. 💞🫶

The poisoning was in part inspired by Sally in Nightmare Before Christmas. 😂

[mokaisathome]

Day 17 of the 2025 February Ficlet Challenge: map / oath

   What’s in a ring?

   To begin with, three months worth of salary… Scratch that, only a single month would suffice – given his position as Kalim’s right arm, one month was enough to buy anything he wanted. He had spent most of his free time looking at catalogs lately, telling Kalim that he was observing trends to know what the Al-Asim corporation should invest in when it came to the jewelry side of their business, but really, his full attention was on rings and nothing else. The ones he finally chose were simple, nothing as lavish as most of what Kalim usually wore but that simplicity was why it’d be more striking to any casual observer. A golden band mimicking a snake holding a jewel – onyx for Kalim’s ring, ruby for Jamil’s – in his maw. Perfect.

   What’s in a ring?

   Obviously, feelings. You didn’t give a ring to just anyone. In his whole life, Jamil only gifted these to two people. One was Najma for her most recent birthday as she wanted a pair of trendy sun and moon rings – “Jamil. Gift.” was the message she sent him alongside a link to an online shop – and the second was, of course, Kalim. From a plastic toy ring to one made with flowers, he remembered every occasion he gave Kalim one. Now, his feelings weren’t as innocent or cute as when he was a child, heavier to an incomparable degree, but the way his heart annoyingly fluttered when thinking about Kalim was the same. All the small and big emotions he couldn’t convey with words or actions were surely conveyed by these small rings.

   What’s in a ring?

   Finally, words. Jamil was good at talking – getting people where he wanted them to thanks to well-turned sentences, having them sign contracts because he let slip a few praises, making them beg for their lives with a single word… There wasn’t anything to worry about when it came to this step. Kalim wouldn’t refuse him. Jamil just needed to talk clearly to him, something he’d learned to do back in their student days. That was easy.

“Jamil? You’ve been standing there for a while… Do you need something?”

   Easy.

“Jamil?”

   Jamil was good at this, especially when it came to Kalim. Handling him was a second nature.

“Should I call the doctor?”

   Instead of a reply, Jamil turned on his heels and left Kalim’s office, ignoring the panicked “Jamil?!” behind him.

   What’s in a ring?

   Perhaps a little more vulnerability than what Jamil was used to.

[violetlunette]

part of this series

--

Vil: This stupidity has gone on long enough. Yuu, just go over there and talk to Silver if you want a date.

Yuu: But I thought I couldn’t do that.

Vil: Are you going to listen to me—a worldwide model, with thousands chasing him daily—or three ghosts who haven’t dated in 100 years.

Beat

Yuu: ...Point. *Goes to Silver in the Lunchroom*

Yuu: Hey, Silver! *panics and drops to one knee* Will you marry me and bear my children?

Silver: *Half asleep* Hm?

Sebek: *chokes* No!

Yuu: Wasn’t asking you—OW! *is shoved across the room*

Lilia: *Smiling too brightly* Oops! My bad! <3

Silver: *confused as hell* Huh?

Vil: *face palms*

[serenescribe]

round 5 of twst crossposts! ^-^

past into present — general vanrouge somehow ends up in present-day night raven college. lilia and silver go to meet him. (original post)

a prick of betrayal — alternate take on needle prick into endless sleep. within the dreamscape, malleus controls lilia to make silver prick his finger on the spinning wheel needle. lilia deals with the consequences. (original post)

flower crowns — unabashed fluff. lilia, sebek, and malleus all wear flower crowns to their classes. people can't help but wonder why. (original post)

forest friend — alternate universe. a young prince silver befriends a strange yet kind man in the woods. (it's lilia. of course it's lilia.) (original post)

split apart in the apocalypse — apocalypse au. silver and lilia are separated. both refuse to give up hope that the other is still alive. (original post)

a dark reunion — something for @olivebranch311's containment breach au. terrifyingly dangerous research subject lilia unexpectedly reunites with his son. (original post)

true love's kiss (it's not enough) — based on @oddberryshortcake's utterly heartwrenching post after book 7 part 5 dropped. after everything is over, silver does not wake up :) (original post)

[twsted-void]

"Meh, henchman, why do you always have that pen on you?"

Yuuto turned to Grim, a soft smile stretching on his face. He twirled the fountain pen in his hands, holding it between his fingers.

"Well- it was a gift from my grandma before I graduated high school," He began, watching Grim hop up onto the desk. He reached out and scratched behind his ear, giggling at the purr he let out. "And I've just always wanted to keep it with me."

Grin hummed, looking at the paper he'd be doodling on. He raised an eyebrow upon seeing a crudely drawn doodle of Riddle's face, surrounded by roses.

"Is that the Heartslaybul Housewarden?" He asked bluntly, to which Yuuto choked on air and began to stammer.

"Wuh- uh- y-yeah, it's Riddle....I-I uh-"

"Eh, cool," Grim shrugged, suddenly jumping into his lap. "I'm hungry! Let's go get something to eat!"

Yuuto chuckled a little, putting his pen into his breast pocket before picking Grim up and placing him on his shoulder, making his way to the door.

"Alright, alright, let's go, Grimmy-Kitty."

"I told you to stop calling me that!!!"

Tags: @oya-oya-okay @justyoureverydaytwstsimp (Not art but I figured you'd wanna see it :3)

[kyupidos]

10/05/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

dear messengerヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘your means of communication is through one thing—letters hidden within pages.’

part two. tit. paper cranes and origami hearts

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

📨 _a/n. i usually have a lot of ideas for daydreaming purposes—and y’know, maybe i should use those ideas to cure my writer’s block.. i wanted to make this longer, but i was already getting tired 😓 late night writing..might not be the best.

— as the magicless prefect of another world, the library practically belonged to you. searching through books whenever your time was free to see if there was any information on your current predicament; of course, there never was. but that never deterred you from looking. at some point, though, you got bored. you still searched, but you broadened your scope. now you read books that have nothing to do with you at all—in fact, the stories of twisted wonderland were quite interesting, especially the ones of fantasy, seeing as to you, twisted wonderland was fantasy.

— you had to admit, it was a bit difficult, bottling up your feelings in regards to your predicament as you read. whether you read books that you hoped would give you answers which inevitably led to you receiving nothing, or if you read books that’s fantasy world would probably appeal more to a child than you—a restricted feeling pooled in your throat at the idea that you weren’t getting any closer to your original goal. your original goal, to return home to your own world.

— eventually, you came across your own idea of coping—writing letters to make sure you weren’t bottling up your own feelings. at first, you put them in your bedroom drawer back at ramshackle, to cringe as you pick up the letters some time after writing them to see what you wrote while you were feeling down. inevitably, an event you should’ve expected, you began to ran out of space. you had a figuring that trying to force all your letters inside such an already cramped space would only cause the drawer to break, and you couldn’t afford to get a new one at the point you were in now.

— a solution, then, came to mind—you’ve read so many books; why not hide your letters within the pages, then? as if it were your own little game, yourself as the only player, writing down something random accompanied by doodles—as at this point it was no longer when you were feeling down, but whenever , with your writings becoming more of a habit than you’d expected it to be—, and then hiding it in between the pages of whatever book you were reading at the time, and then maybe days or weeks later you’d find that letter again when you’d inevitably reread that same book.

— though, perhaps you should have taken into account the idea of another person picking up the books that you did.

— some time did indeed pass—months, in fact, and by this point three overblots had occurred; the third of which had just been dealt with, and you were welcoming back your temporary home with open arms, glad the whole ordeal had been done and over with. your draconic fae friend, whom you now dubbed tsunotarou, had just left after a brief chatting with you, and you closed the gate with a pleased huff at the prospect of finally having a calm night to yourself again. until, just as the gate was fading from view, and you were at the steps of ramshackle, you turned your head at the sound of voices.

— you could barely see through the night, but even so, it was easy to see there were two; one with green hair, another with silver. from what you could pick apart from their discussion—or, banter, rather—, you could almost assume the two were talking about a child. but whatever, as when they finally finished wrapping up their conversation, just as tsunotarou had, the two disappeared into the dead of night; though it was more so by walking away from the gates of ramshackle, than disappearing right then and there and dissipating into green fireflies as the draconic fae had.

— but even despite, such an appearance had you allured, curious all the same. but whatever questions you may have had at the time would surely go unanswered, so you disappeared from the courtyard as well, welcomingly entering ramshackle, finally, ready to completely fall dead asleep in your own home after the days you spent at savanaclaw.

— the day after, you were back to your books and letters—but, you didn’t believe you’d ever be humored with a response.

— you rummaged through a select sum of books you’d read for the day in your little corner of the library. some books that were hidden by dusty cobwebs in the corners of the library that might give you some insight as to your otherworldly nature—though at this point, you were doubting it—, with some books you’d already read, one in particular a fantasy book. you’d found yourself preferring such fantasy books now, over other books that were unrelated to your efforts. but, as you opened that book, feeling at its rough spine that was a little more tough than it was the last time you’d been read the book, and read through the pages, you turned the page to a letter. a letter, that was accompanied by another.

— the first, was of course, your’s. one of your more random, unimportant ones. you opened your letter to what you’d written, ‘i wonder why the main character despises seafood? from the way they talk about it, you’d almost think a salmon had eaten their family whole’.

— it wasn’t much, certainly, and yet you received a reply in return. in penned ink, the writing more rigid than your own, a unique style of handwriting without of a doubt. ‘indeed, it’s incredibly shameful! seafood such as salmon, as you mentioned, is full of nutrients!!’ the response was quite sweet despite its equal simplicity, you had to say. the unexpected recipient of your letter’s approval made your face warm in delight, and a light went on in your head as you turned to ignore the previous books you selected, instead going to take whatever books you could remember having hidden letters within. specifically, the fantasy books.

— scattered throughout, were more replies, as you expected and hoped for. letters in regards to your commentary on the books you were reading at the time, letters that replied to your older ones ( which were embarrassed you slightly, at the idea of them finding things you wrote maybe a month ago or two ago when you were still amateurish with your writing ), letters that acknowledged your struggles with the upset moods that got you into writing letters in the first place, recommending you books that might aid you—though even the mystery recipient seemed to be honest in the fact that those books would likely get you nowhere. you appreciated the sentiment, even so.

— seeing all the replies you’d been given caused the warmth in your heart to grow deeper, and in your excitement you searched your backpack for a pen and paper—and as you usually did, you wrote a letter. a letter that detailed your thoughts and ramblings as you had a book open to the side as you thought of what to write.

— but this time, it was in reply.

[hxney-lemcn]

Passionate Hearts — Overblots x gn! reader

summery: what making out with the overblots is like.

tw: steamy-ish, this is as steamy as I'll ever get (not much at all lmao)

a/n: idk where this came from. Idek how good this is. I don't even like writing steamy stuff so this kinda reads more artistic somehow?? Idk

wc: 1.3k (~ 185 per character)

Master List

❥ Riddle Rosehearts

How uncouth of him. He can’t seem to stop you as you continue to enchant him with your lovely kisses. Riddle is nothing but a lovesick fool when it comes to you, and it becomes apparent as your kiss becomes more fervent. He’s a blushing mess as you seem to be unable to pull away. His heart is a stuttering mess, and he never wants you to stop. No matter how passionate your kisses become, it's still gentle. The way he caresses your face is soft, his lips caressing yours so lovely that you feel weak in the knees. And when you pull away, finally getting your fill of his love, you both are a bit of a mess. Hair slightly disheveled, clothes a bit crooked, lips a bit puffy. You couldn’t complain though, it wasn’t every day that you saw the Heartslabyul housewarden so unkempt. Riddle also didn’t seem to mind so much, as long as you only do such actions behind closed doors. He doesn’t think he could handle the embarrassment if Ace or Deuce caught you both in such an intimate act.

❥ Leona Kingscholar

Unlike Riddle, Leona is ruthless when it comes to your more passionate moments. Fervent kisses turn wild with lips being bit and prodding tongues. It feels like you’re being devoured every time and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You had never seen him so passionate about something until he refused to let your lips part. He loved the way you felt, your soft lips puffy with abuse, hair tangled between his fingers. Leona was addicted to your taste and he isn’t shy about it. Sure, he is a bit lazy, beckoning you to come closer to him, but he’ll leave you breathless and wanting more by the end. It isn’t fair how unaffected he seems after he’s done, pulling you closer for a nap (he needed to re-energize after all that labor). His silky hair was barely rustled, his clothes as messy as they normally were. The only evidence of your actions was his slightly puffy lips. Don’t worry though, people know he’s yours with the way he’ll kiss you anywhere anytime. Leona isn’t afraid to put some runts in their place.

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul has a love-hate relationship with the idea of kissing you. On one hand, he can’t live without your lips slotted on his, on the other…he hates how vulnerable he feels. Though that feeling dissipates quickly when he’s suddenly surrounded with you. Your touch, your smell, you love. He’s a greedy man and he’ll take any attention from you he can get. His kisses turn desperate quickly, like he’d die if you were to pull away. Azul is a bit more of a messy kisser than he’d like to admit. His desperation for your love overpowers any of his other thoughts and he finds himself scrambling for purchase, holding onto you for dear life. Azul looks at you with so much love when you pull away you feel like your heart is about to explode. As much as he’d like to continue, he forlornly concludes that you both can’t stay like this forever. Perhaps another time, you’re always welcome in his VIP room at the lounge after all…just make sure Jade and Floyd don’t notice your disheveled appearance as you exit. 

❥ Jamil Viper

It wasn’t often that Jamil indulged in such acts. Let himself be so vulnerable. But as you continued to leave sweet short kisses, he found his resolve crumbling. It scared him that you were able to make him give in so easily, but he trusted you, something that not many people had. His kisses feel a bit controlling, his hand pressed against the back of your neck keeping you in place. Jamil’s kisses are slow and deliberate. Every action has its purpose, and he loves to take his time and savor you. You find yourself hypnotized without his signature spell. Despite the deeply intimate act, he’s still tender with you. Jamil isn’t touchy with you often, so he’ll make sure you know how much he loves you. He hates to admit how he doesn’t want to stop, but his break is almost over. You’re more messy looking than he is at the end, and Jamil can’t help but look smug. People won’t catch you in the act, but it raises some eyebrows when you come out of Jamil’s room a little more messy than when you entered. 

❥ Vil Schoenheit

You lucky bastard. Another one that doesn’t indulge in such actions often. Vil doesn’t like to admit how much you get to him. The fact that he restrains from any physical affection with you mixed with how much he wants to drown you in love…yeah lets say he finds himself releasing his pent up emotions on your poor lips. He only allows such acts when you're both unwinding for the day, and you are not allowed to leave any evidence (he has an image to uphold). Vil kisses you with so much passion you’re left breathless with the first one, and he won’t hold up either. You seriously question his remark of you being his first partner because the way he kisses you makes him feel like an expert. He looks like a God (always) by the end. Eyes dilated, chest heaving, golden hair barely out of place (but enough to make your heart flutter, you did that). Once you both slow down, he’ll pepper your face with kisses wishing you a good night's rest as he plays with your hair…you're not sure if you could sleep after that. 

❥ Idia Shroud

You will always be the one to initiate such intimate acts. As much as he wants to, he’s too shy. An innocent kiss going a little farther as Idia couldn’t resist the temptation that was you. And as your lips locked, Idia found his nervous energy leaving him as his mind melted into a goop. His kisses are inexperienced, teeth clashing with yours (he didn’t mean too), but he’ll learn over time. He can be a fast learner, and who wouldn’t want to get some practice in? (Idia is more willing than you’d think). He gets a bit uncharacteristically confident the longer you two kiss. Pressing your lips together more firmly, shaking hands holding onto your figure, small whimpers swallowed by your awaiting mouth. Both of you are flustered beyond imagination by the end, warm cheeks and fast beating hearts, shaky breaths. Just like that, Idia finds himself short circuiting. You were just so amazing, lovely, warm…you were gonna kill him one day. Don’t even think of doing anything like that in public though, he might actually die (and cry and never go outside again). 

❥ Malleus Draconia

Every time you shared a kiss it would be one of passion. Malleus loves you so much he felt the need to express it, make sure you clearly understood how much you meant to him. But you would have to be the one to push further, as Malleus usually left it at one kiss, he wanted you to set the pace. He won’t back down if you continue to kiss him, his actions will become more possessive. Hands that cradled your cheeks move to the back of your head, his kisses becoming more hungry. He basks in your warmth, in your love, in your being. He loses himself in you, and he internally thanks you for allowing himself to indulge in your love. Malleus isn’t foolish enough to think it's appropriate for such actions to be indulged in with others present…but he also finds himself uncaring. He loves you, and if you wish it, who was he to deny? (Sebek will be so stunned that he can’t get any words out). Not to mention how exhilarating to see the fae prince’s composure shattered. Pink cheeks, dilated eyes, puffy lips…oh what a sight indeed.

[cloudcountry]

Asking for prompts and you shall receive!~

Yuu/Reader bumps into Vil while they're out and about and end up spending the entire day together without realizing

(feel free to ignore)

"we spent the whole day together."

the realization hits you like a truck as you're walking out of vil's cafe of choice with a full stomach and an even fuller heart. it was hard to catch up with people after you all had graduated from nrc, especially someone like vil who had continued his work in the entertainment industry.

"it seems we have." he hums, and you're surprised by his lack of concern.

didn't famous people have stuff to do all the time?

"oh, don't look so worried. im not vil schoenheit the actor right now." he smiles at you, eyes crinkling sweetly at the corners. you can see it through the tint of his sunglasses, disguising himself from the prying eyes of the public, and it makes your heart flip.

you hadn't felt like this in three years.

has it been that long already?

"right." you swallow thickly, pushing your emotions down.

your silly crush had been abandoned when he'd graduated a year ahead of you, leaving nrc behind and soaring to a place where you couldn't reach.

a place you couldn't dream of reaching.

"i'd like to just be myself with you, if i may." he says softly, turning his gaze to the setting sun, "if you're alright with it, i'd like to spend the night with you as well."

not until he held out his hand to pull you up.

[livingininsomnia]

Dreamy-eyed and hazy-minded, you let Silver ease you into the canopy bed, silk sheets sliding across your skin, drawing more cobwebs across your mind.

You could be in a bloody battlefield and you wouldn't even notice.

Silver smooths your hair back before sitting down next to the bed.

"It will be alright," he promises, eyes dark and forbidding. "We'll marry on the next moonless night, and we'll be together forever."

He drops a hand to your cheek, and you sigh, closing your eyes.

[alieinthemorning]

Tired of Us Yet? [Leona Kingscholar]

Content: Fluff, Established Relationship, Happy Birthday Leona!, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

Header: @/kyuu9 on Tumblr

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

After promising to go shopping on the weekend, time seemed to slow down exponentially, as if taunting you. Your first outing with Leona in what felt like forever (it had been a month)! You were so excited that you kinda accidentally made it to the gates about 10 minutes earlier than planned. 

“You’re damn near hoppin’ off the walls. You that excited?” Leona commented as he approached you. 

You hadn’t even noticed that you were rocking on your heels, “Well, duh. It’s been a while since we’ve been out.” 

A frown caught his lips for a moment before he leaned down, pecking your temple. “That’s gonna change, alright?”

“I know.” You were certain Leona would keep his promise.

Shopping for Leona was actually pretty easy. All he really wanted was comfortable furniture to lounge around on and anything else (ie. the decorations) could be left to you, and he didn’t fuss about it.

“At this point, we’re making a glorified fort.” You chuckled, “Not that I’m complaining.”

“So what you’re saying is we should use these big pillows,” He pointed to a comically large orange pillow, “as the floor?”

You plopped down on it. “Hmmm…maybe so? It is pretty comfy!” 

“Oh yeah, you look like you’re on the edge of dreamland there.”

You kinda were. There more you laid here, the more you actually considered using these as a floor for his fort—room.

Ping!

Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you gasped, absolutely shocked at what you saw.

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It was you. Right now, laying on the pillow. Posted to his Magicam. 

You smiled as you stood, “I think we should get at least this one.” You pocketed your phone, then hauled the pillow in the cart with his help. 

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AYOOOOO

ARE Y’ALL OUT ON A DATE RN

“Welcome back, my dear.” Azul greeted you, but his eyes were on Leona. “I see you’ve brought a guest with you this time.”

Leona didn’t respond to the obvious taunt, he simply pulled out his phone, fingers quickly gliding against the screen.

“Don’t, Ashengrotto.” You warned. “Just get us a table.”

“Why, of course, my dear.” His smile widened (you hated that smile) as he led you.

“And stop calling me ‘dear’. I’m clearly with my partner.” 

“Yes, yes.” He waved you off, gesturing at the table that he had chosen for you. “Here you are.”

The table was in the middle of the lounge. You were sure he wanted everyone to get a good view of Leona ignoring you or something. Well, this would be quite the boring show. At least, that’s what you thought, but then a large, boisterous crowd entered the lounge. You glanced at Leona, who was already looking at you with a grin.

Drinks and a show, how lovely.

“I’m sorry, but we’re currently at full capacity, so if you’d be so kind—” Azul attempted to dissuade the group from coming in any further, but—

“Nah, they’re with me.” Leona spoke up.

Azul didn’t even bother to hide the frown. “And as I said, we’re at full capacity—”

“I’ll rent the whole place out for double what it would normally be worth.”

Watching Azul debate with himself over selling out or withholding his morals was fun.

Of course, he sold out in the end when Leona offered to pay triple the price. 

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I’m glad to see the two of you dining together in our establishment, @The_Monstro_Lounge_Offical We hope to see the two of you again soon.

Apparently, Leona wasn’t done with the surprises because one day during lunch while you were standing in line with the other first years, he suddenly appeared, gently removing you from the group. 

“Oi! What are you doing?” Jack reflexively grabbed your arm. The lunch line was a chaotic mess, and if someone stepped out of line even accidentally, they lost their spot and had to take the walk of shame to the back of the line.

“We’re not eating in here, so let go, pup.” You could have sworn there was a bit of a growl at the end of that sentence (but maybe you were imagining it). 

“Oh?” You cut in, easing yourself from Jack. “You cooked for me or somethin’?”

“Ha!” His laugh was sharp, “Nah, you know I can’t cook—since I’m a prince and all. I ordered out.” 

Your eyes lit up. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

Of course, the little lunch date was set up in the botanical garden. It looked like he had gotten some help from the fairies that managed it with the set-up, and even to give you two some privacy. You popped a bit of your favorite dish in your mouth, almost tearing up at the burst of flavor. 

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Epple_Apel commented on Leona_Kingscholar_Official post

AND YOU COULDNT HAVE SHARED????

JackAttack commented on Leona_Kingscholar_Official post

Wow. Okay.

0rth0_2.0 commented on Leona_Kingscholar_Official post

I am very happy for the two of you! However, if something bad happens, just know that I’ll be there! :)

“Party’s here, but I’m pretty sure you ain’t here—” Ace stopped short, brain short-circuiting at what he was seeing. 

And Deuce followed suit. “Quiet as usual—huh?” 

There in the lounging in the lounge was you, Grim and Leona. But that wasn’t the weirdest part. No, the weirdest part was the fact that you were laying on top of Leona (which wasn’t all that weird) and Grim was lying on top of you (once again, not weird), but like Grim was laying on top of you who was laying on top of Leona which was weird. 

However, once Grim caught sight of them, he scrambled out of your grasp, which woke both you and Leona up. 

“Save me!” He scrambled behind Ace. “They’ve been holding me here hostage for hours now!” 

“We’ve literally been asleep for maybe an hour. What are you talking about, Grim?”

“I didn’t ask for a front row seat to all of this!” He gestured widely at the two of you before jumping onto Ace’s shoulders. “Let’s go! Before they kiss or something!”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t—OH MY GOD—EWWWW!”

You were caught off guard just as much as Deuce was. You knew Leona was cheeky, but you didn’t expect him to kiss you in front of your friends like that (not that you really minded a kiss from him). He didn’t let you go until the front door slammed shut, and when he did, you knew it was only for a moment. 

Oh well, at least you didn’t have an audience anymore.

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Y’all are literally like that one couple that everyone is rooting for, but also finds annoying. 

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THIS IS THE GREAT GRIM AND I CAN CONFIRM THAT THEYRE SUPER ANNOYING

“It’s that time again, My King.”

“Time for you to say that you’re tired of me?”

You lightly slapped his arm, earning a chuckle from him. “Of course not.” You cupped his face, making it meet yours that had moved closer. “It’s time for me to remind you that I am so deeply in love with you.” 

He closed the distance, capturing your lips. “Right backatcha. I’m actually more in love with you than you are with me.” 

“So it’s a contest now?” You kissed him again. “How do we decide a winner?”

“I can think of a few ways”

“Well, the two of you are gonna have to wait until later.” Someone stopped the two of you from going any further.

Leona sighed. “Always coming in at the right moments, aren’tcha Bucchi?” 

“Shishishi…but nah, for real y’all are really gonna have to wait to do all of that later.” 

You smirked. “What? Tired of us yet, Ruggie?” 

“I wanna say, yeah, but the pay is too good, so I’ll just smile and nod.” He did neither. 

“Alright,” Leona straighten himself then pulled you into his lap. “Let’s get this over with.” 

“‘Course the two of you are gonna be difficult till the very end.” Ruggie shook his head, but begun his repot nonetheless, not like he could do anything anyway. 

The two of you wouldn’t listen to anyone, but each other, at this point. 

Now and forever. 

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TheRuggieBucchi commented on Leona_Kingscholar_Official post

In front of my salad? On god? I deserve a raise. 

King_Leona_Kingscholar_Official replied to TheRuggieBucchi

Get used to it.

Sunset_Savana_Sovereign_Official replied to TheRuggieBucchi

On god. And we’ll do it again. Shenan once to shenan again. 

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