can i just request tickle headcanons of any twst boys of your choosing pls and ty!
may I have your attention?
Tickling headcanons for your guy
Characters: Dorm Leaders (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus)
Synopsis: Your lover isn't paying attention to you, so what better way to get their attention than a tickle attack?
Tags: tickling, fluff, bot proofread
Word count: 258
Notes: This is my first ask, I'm so excited!!! Thanks for asking <3
ticklish rating: 7/10
was probably studying when you attacked him
full on yelps like "what are yo- aHAHAHAHA"
you’re lucky he’s not in public or else he’ll get mad, probably collaring any witnesses
he wants to be mad but he can’t get mad at you
especially when your laugh is so cute
also feels kinda bad for yelling at you, even if it was just a bit
is kinda happy you wanted his attention
but please do it in other ways
please never tickle him in public, he’d be so embarrassed
be sure to comfort him with cuddles and kisses, instant forgiveness
he’ll be blushing so hard you’ll worry about his heart rate
but it’s okay he really enjoys it
"What was that for?!" he demanded, feeling extremely vulnerable. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was in disarray. You took in his dishevelled appearance eagerly; it’s not always you see the strict Heartslaybul Dorm Leader in such a state.
"You... wanted my attention?" Riddle shook his head, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't quite place. He knew he should be angry at you for breaking his concentration, but a part of him couldn't help but gleam at your affection.
"Sorry, my Rose. I just...I don't like being caught off guard like that," he said, his voice softening slightly. "Shall we take a break? I bought some new tea leaves that we can share together."
ticklish rating: 4/10
see this man isn’t ticklish
except for his ears
probably sleeping in the botanical garden as always when you attack him
immediately squirms and flinches away, hissing like a cat
he’s glaring at you and he’s so caught off guard
"Oi, why the hell d’ya do that herbivore?"
he’s mad at you now
couldn’t you have woken him up from his nap normally
grumbles and complains, but his hand reaches for your waist, pulling you into his embrace
well your punishment is to sleep with him now
you can’t see it because he’s hugging you so tightly but he’s smiling into your hair
Leona scowled, "I'm not a cat, and it's not cute. That wasn't funny," he grumbled, his glare is so intense anyone would start trembling and apologising, but it’s you and you know he’s not being completely serious.
His eyes sparkled with mischief as he huffed, "You’ve got some nerve toyin’ with a lion." With that, Leona lunged at you without warning, trapping you in his arms and holding them tightly. "This is your punishment. Now, stop wigglin’."
As you give up and start to relax into his hold, he attacks your sensitive spots as revenge, delighting in your flushed face and gasps for air.
"Heh. What's not fair?" he teased. "I thought you liked tickling."
ticklish rating: 8/10
resident octopus is sensitive to touch since he always has his gloves on
he’s sitting in his office working at the contracts some poor unfortunate soul signed
too concentrated to notice you getting closer
he gets so flustered "w-where are you touching???"
you swear his glasses got foggy
tries to look unaffected because he wants to save face
but he’s squirming and shivering until eventually he’ll burst out laughing
and while you’re cheering in victory he’s pouting
he’s so embarrassed you saw that ungentlemanly side
snuggle him and give him kisses and he’ll cheer right up
don’t let the twins see him like this, or else your man’s gonna be short staffed every time they blackmail him with this information
since that tickling session, he’ll be more careful than ever, always on the lookout for any attacks
"Okay, okay, you win!" he gasped between laughs, his glasses crooked. "I'll take a break."
Azul turned in his chair to face you, still catching his breath, his cheeks flushed , "I can't believe you just did that." His eyes were swirling with confusion and disbelief , as if you had betrayed him.
He chuckled and shook his head. "You're impossible," he said, reaching out to pull you close. "But I suppose I can spare a few minutes to talk about my latest plans."
ticklish rating: 10/10
he’s super sensitive to tickling
he’ll be spacing out on a study date
and once your attack begins, it’s full-on cackling, like "AHAHAHAHA sto-"
he’s a giggling mess, wriggling all around trying to inch away
but you’re persistent and by the time you stopped he’s panting and his sides are still tingling, even his turban has come loose
he pouts a bit after, but he melts instantly when you hug him
how can he stay mad at you?
smiles so widely and snuggles closer
what? you tickled him to get his attention?
rest assured his attention is fully on you now, he’s physically attached to you at this point
you better help him retie his turban, or else jamil’s got more work to do
jamil just stares at you two in disapproval; idiots
Kalim laughed and shook his head. "You could have just called my name, you know. But, I have to admit, that was pretty effective, ahaha!" he said, still chuckling.
Kalim wrapped an arm around you and leaned in for a kiss. "You're always on my mind, even when I'm distracted," he said, grinning. "Even if you are a tickle monster, haha!"
"Hey, do you wanna go on a magic carpet ride?," he said, eyes wide full of excitement.
ticklish rating: 6/10
he’s not that sensitive, and he can pretend pretty well to be unaffected
he’s super focused when he’s applying makeup
he laughs a little but his scolds you half-heartedly, "Stop it, darling!"
if you persist, he’ll continue squirming and lets out more laughs
he’s a bit upset you’ve messed up his appearance
but he secretly enjoyed you vying for his attention
turns back to the mirror, makes sure there are no creases or any imperfections
once he’s sure he looks perfect he turns his attention to you
scolds you lightly for disturbing his work of art
but once that’s over he’ll be teasing you about how you couldn’t keep your hands off him
hugs you and tickles you for a bit
when he pulls away, he taps your nose teasingly, promising revenge later
Vil tried to regain his composure, straightening out his clothes and checking his makeup. "You know, laughing can cause wrinkles and ruin my makeup by making creases," he scolded you, still trying to keep his regal composure.
Vil huffed at your compliment and stood up to admire himself in the mirror. "Of course I’m beautiful, I suppose you have a point," he said, grinning at his reflection. "Flattery will get you everywhere, however." Vil said, as you laid your head on his shoulder. "I’m simply extenuating my features."
"You know I love you, right?" he said with a soft smile as he turned to give his lover a kiss. "I’m sorry I don’t always have time for you."
he’s not used to people, he’s extremely ticklish
ticklish rating: 9/10
he’s busy trying to beat a new rage game, mumbling curses every once in a while
you take him off guard completely, he lets out a burst of laughter and snorts
he tried to squirm away but to no avail
"OMG, stop! I can't breathe. You're like a raid boss with that tickling!"
his hair is flickering wildly like a flame in the wind
he’s left gasping for air in your arms
honestly your distraction really cheered him up
that stupid game was getting on his nerves way too much
melts into your hug and nuzzles into your neck
you’re his recharge station now
eventually he’ll get back to the game, determined to be one of the firsts to beat it, relishing any opportunity to show off to you
please never tickle this man in public, his poor heart would burst
"LOL, you're really getting me with those tickle combos. I think I need a potion to recover," Idia joked.
"You totally caught me off-guard; it was like a sneak attack. Maybe I should level up my tickle defense skills." He rolled his eyes playfully.
Idia grinned into your embrace. "You’re like, a pro at cheering people up. It's like your superpower or something." He nuzzles into you more.
okay hear me out; he’s a dragon, they’re reptiles, they have tough skin, he’s definitely not ticklish
ticklish rating: 2/10
he’s completely immersed in a book about gargoyles
so you try to get his attention through tickling
unfortunately, he’s not affected like you had hoped
"Child of man, what are you trying to do" with bewildered expression on his face
Okay that plan failed
well, there are of course other ways to make him squirm
so you leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek
leaning back, you took in the sight of his dazed eyes, flushed cheeks and surprised expression
congratulations, you’ve succeeded in making the great Malleus Draconia speechless
once he’s regained his senses, he’s like a puppy dog leaning in for your touch
give him more kisses and he’ll be a good dragon boi, ready to lay the world at your feet
Malleus looks at you, his expression slightly confused. "Tickle?" he repeated, as if he didn't understand the concept. "I don't think I understand," he said, his brow furrowing slightly.
Malleus reaches out and takes your hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "You don't have to tickle me to make me gain my attention, Child of Man. You’re always on my mind," he said, his voice sincere.
"I may not be ticklish, but you still manage to fluster me," he said, his voice low and husky. Malleus looked at them with a small smile on his face, "How curious. I find myself longing for your touch."
Teachers talking in the lounge
Crewel: You know the Prefect has seemed distracted lately. Well more so then usual.
Trien: Well you know they are at that special age when a mind is on one thing.
*Meanwhile at Ramshakle*
MC: *hudled under a blanket in front of the fireplace*
Grimm: Henchmen, are you alright? You've been quiet for a while now.
MC: *burning a letter from Crowley saying he has a new job for them* No one plans a murder out loud, Grimm
Twisted Wonderland Housewardens reacting to GN!Ciel Phantomhive!Reader who summons Sebastian in a time of great crisis?
Platonic, to make it easier for myself. Reader is not Yuu.
Mans really related to you. Not only was he underestimated because he was young, he was also made fun of because he was short. The two of you actually got along that way, as well as you understanding the importance of listening to the Queen and her different rules. Plus, you both had a sweet tooth.
You both could honestly talk for hours and hours about the pressure that was being put on your shoulders constantly. You won obviously, since not only were your parents dead but you made a deal with a demon to help you get revenge. On top of that, you had to run a toy manufacturing company.
When he overblotted, he was trying very hard to reel himself back from hurting you since he looked at you as a sibling. However, you seemed to have a pretty confident attitude, as you had a chair placed right in front of him for you to sit at. Then you yelled, “SEBASTIAN”.
Riddle was confused, until a sudden force kicked him in the stomach. The figure was too fast for him to track, and he was defeated in a matter of a few moments. As he was fading out of consciousness, he finally got a look and saw the figure (who acted as your butler, bowing down to you) that you had told him about.
In the infirmary, you waited by his side for him to recover. It was both sentimental and not, since you were worried and saddened that he came to such a state but you didn’t jump around in joy when he woke up. You did prepare some tea for him, though.
You both found each other absolutely insufferable. He often teased you and poked fun at you for being both young and short, and walking around with a cane acting as if you own the place. The big lion often did this just to make you angry, like an older brother.
What made it worse is that he never apologized. Whenever you were offended, he would say that you need to ‘grow up’ and you often tell him that you’re more grown up than he would ever be because you actually own an empire (the toy business) while he doesn’t. Screaming matches happen very often.
When he overblotted, you planned on making him regret ever making fun of you. You shouted the name of your butler and ordered Sebastian to fight him but make sure that he remained alive. It didn’t take long, as this kind of thing fell into the demon’s repertoire.
As Leona was laying on the ground in pain and fading out of consciousness, you went up next to him and asked Who’s laughing now? He has never wanted to throw hands (paws?) with you more than ever, but he was too weak.
The thing is, neither of you have apologized yet. There was no need, as you sat next to his bed in the infirmary worried about him. You both came to an understanding where your rivalry came to a stand-still, as there was a newfound respect that the two of you discovered.
Both of you understood each other from an entrepreneur point-of-view. He ran the Mostro Lounge, you ran Funtom Corporations. However, you were a child. He couldn’t imagine the struggle you went through with trying to run a full business, as he had Crowley’s support and you didn’t.
One thing he was rather jealous of was that you could keep all of the money you earned, and since you were part of the high society you had more business deals and more influence. In addition to that, you were one of the sponsors for the Spelldrive Tournament. This meant that you were his superior.
When Azul overblotted, you were rather annoyed with all of the other overblots. You didn’t really like having to employ Sebastian’s help, but it was his job. After a few moments, the demon butler was standing over an exhausted cecaelia in the ocean before making sure that you were alright.
It was very sad to see such talent be overtaken by selfishness and greed, but oh well. Sure, he was a dear friend, but he was also a competitor when it came to business. It wasn’t personal at all, and he actually didn’t take it that way.
After he recovered, your business-people relationship continued. Since you had multiple shops open, you gave him advice about branching out to different areas. The Lounge is marine-life themed, so it would be better to place more restaurants on land so that people get a feel and a love for the aesthetic. That, in turn, would also boost the economy of the Coral Sea with tourism.
It’s the Twisted Wonderland version of Lizzie, and you can’t tell me otherwise. He’s definitely the same sunshine-and-rainbows person that Elizabeth was in the show. However, it wasn’t the annoying version but rather the sweet part of it all.
You both were very wealthy, and your products were often on the ships of his merchant family members. Some of his siblings had the toys that your company produced. So, you had a long family history along with a long history of partnerships. But, the two of you were friends as well.
When Jamil overblotted, the last thing that Kalim had expected you to do was summon a demon. But you just sat yourself down and watched the battle unravel. The Scarabia Housewarden was very worried about his friend as he knew that he stood no chance against your hell of a butler.
Even the young Al-Asim had trouble keeping track of Sebastian’s movements. It came as a surprise to no one when the Vice Housewarden was lying on the ground completely exhausted from even trying to keep up with the demon butler’s attacks.
After all of this, Kalim’s view of you hasn’t changed. You might be a little more calculating and even maniacal than he originally thought, but you were still his friend. It didn’t matter that you had a very strange employee working for you at the price of your soul, because you were still a person.
I would say that you both were friendly and cordial in a passive-aggressive way, just like siblings. You both had your own spotlights, him being an actor and you being the owner of a multi-million dollar business. The two of you tried to be more humble in the public eye, and the rivalry got so bad that Neige wasn’t even relevant anymore.
You were wealthier than he was, but he was more famous. What really shoved money in his face was when you donated a large sum of money so that the movie he was casted in could continue filming with ease. Mans was so angry, but he hid it with a smile.
When he overblotted, you were very happy to bring out your secret weapon. After all, some people just needed to be put in their place, especially after disrespecting the Phantomhive name. So, Sebastian was summoned and he dealt with the overblot for you.
It wasn’t until Vil was on the ground utterly drained of energy that you really got a good look at him, and he you. Maybe it was time to put the rivalry to rest, as it caused much more stress than necessary. You accompanied him as he was taken to the infirmary.
While you were there sitting at his bedside, he took that time to learn more about you and your life. It was shocking to him that you not only lost your parents, but also your aunt that had to die because she was one of the people who was Jack the Ripper. He underestimated your maturity by a lot.
You reminded him of the character from My Parents Perished In a Terrible Fire and I Made a Deal With a Demon to Help Exact My Revenge. That aside, he understood you perfectly because he was going to be the heir to his family’s business. Only difference is that you were focused on selling toys while he was focused on studying overblots.
Honestly, as much as you would have liked to, there was no way that your businesses could have synced up aside from you having information that he might need through connections that you have or vice versa. It is rather unfortunate, but it’s all good.
When he overblotted, he wasn’t aware of the butler you had a contract with as you liked to keep it a secret. So, Idia really stood no chance against the demon. It did make you rather sad, as you looked up to him as a sort of older brother figure.
Now, you had to offer some comfort to Ortho that Idia would be alright because as shy as the older Shroud was, he was strong and determined. It didn’t do much, but as he woke up in the infirmary he heard you both talking and it warmed his heart to see that his siblings were concerned for him.
As you both stayed with him while he recovered, you all got to learn about each other a bit more. He understood you more than he originally thought, what with losing his brother but a replica was made of him. Sebastian was making sure that Idia was getting to a healthier state, and you have never been grateful for you butler until now.
He was very worried for you as another magicless human at NRC, and not just that but you also had a respiratory problem and walked with a cane. This guy already saw you as another member of his family, so he wanted to make sure that you were alright.
Malleus found you and your butler quite interesting, as you were able to run an entire company at a young age and Sebastian was a big help with that. The fae Prince knew better than to underestimate your abilities, though, as age doesn’t correlate with cognitive capability.
One thing he has seen though is you dealing with the overblots. You often perched yourself on a chair/throne of some sort as you summoned your demon butler, and the latter always seemed eager to do your bidding. It wasn’t until later that you explained you promised him your soul as compensation.
Again, he already sees you as a member of his family. You are the sibling he never had, and Lilia finds your relationship adorable. I think it comes from a place of easily relating to one another, as you both do not have your parents but some distant relative that is still around, as well as being expected to inherit something at a young age (you actually having inherited it).
You can not tell me that you don’t always extend an invitation to him whenever you’re invited to any sort of event. You even host many events at your manor during the holidays for those who aren’t going home, and Malleus always makes an attempt to attend
Hold Me Close
Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Deuce Spade, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Physical affection headcanons with some of the NRC boys!
The teacup tyrant isn’t the most experienced when it comes to physical affection, or even fondness in general. He probably hasn’t gotten a hug more than twice in his life. When you give him a taste of what love is supposed to be like, he’s hooked right away.
The first time you convinced Riddle to sit on the couch in his room together, he couldn’t believe how good it felt to be held. He has always considered cuddling to be a waste of time that could be used for studying. He had definitely collared couples he had found snuggling up in public as well, ranting about proper conduct in the hallways and inappropriate public displays of affection and whatnot. But now, he can understand those people who couldn’t wait a single second longer to have their lover in their arms. It takes a lot of self-control not to leap into yours every time he sees you. However, Riddle’s strict mindset can’t be unlearned overnight. It’s practically ingrained in him to worry about the opinions of others, and he won’t do anything to damage the pristine public image he’s built up for himself at NRC.
The most PDA you’ll get out of him is holding hands or linking arms in the hallway while he walks you to your next class, gentleman-style. If he’s feeling a bit bolder, then he’ll give you a chaste kiss on the back of the hand or forehead when saying goodbye. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be closer to you in public; he’s just too nervous to actually take initiative.
In private, Riddle still holds true to his stiff nature, but he’s much more mild. He doesn’t mind you hugging him tightly or cuddling into his side when the two of you are in a room alone. Normally, he will automatically assume the position of the ‘holder.’ He wants to be your protector and make you feel safe with him, like a traditional gentleman. He loves it when you hug him by looping your arms under his and placing your hands on his upper back. It reminds him of the position used for ballroom dancing, an elegant activity that he associates with fairy tales and true love- intimately close, yet still proper and pure.
The only time Riddle’s rational brain will shut off and his inhibitions disappear entirely is when Riddle is upset. After collaring someone in public, he’ll rush for privacy. When alone, his frustration tends to pour out in angry tears. He’ll immediately seek refuge in your arms when this happens. Please, just hold him close. Let him bury his face in your neck and cry his heart out. It’s quite sad to see, but crying helps him get his stress out in a healthier way than screaming at Ace and Deuce.
Finally, when Riddle is in a serious, committed relationship, he’d be willing to share a bed with you. It would take a long while to get to this point- he wants you guys to have discussed and laid out plans for a future together before even considering it. Sleeping is when he’s in his most vulnerable state- the fact that he trusts you enough to ask you to stay with him at night is a testament to how much he loves you.
A lot of time and effort would be spent in a relationship with Riddle, but in the end, you are the only one who gets to hold him at night. And seeing his relaxed face and peaceful breathing while he rests on your chest is all worth it.
In spite of the honors student act and tough-guy demeanor that Deuce tries to maintain, he is so very soft. No matter how much time passes, Deuce will never not get excited and flustered when you cuddle with him, even if it’s just a simple side-hug in the classroom after a lesson. He’ll sit up straight and stiffen, cheeks burning and lips pressed together in an effort not to let out a shrill squeak. If you kiss him, expect him to pull you in closer and hold your hands, gazing at you with wide eyes and telling you he loves you as if he’s confessing for the first time, all over again. It's enough to cause anyone around you to gag on the sweetness and sincerity that pours out of this boy.
Deuce is inexperienced in romance, and pretty shy when it comes to initiating things. He doesn’t want to come off as pushy or disrespectful, so for a while it might just be you who asks if you can hold hands. The more you show him that you want affection from him, the more confident he’ll get at initiating it himself. Slowly but surely your boyfriend will begin to brush his fingers shyly against yours, and lean in just a little closer when talking to you, hoping you’ll get the hint and just kiss him already.
If you ask for a hug, Deuce will say yes, no matter what. He spent years playing the part of a delinquent, and refusing the hugs his mother offered him at that time. It pains him to think of how much that must have hurt her, and he never wants you to feel that way. In a way, Deuce sees your affection almost like a second chance to do things the right way.
In public, Deuce wants to uphold the image of an honors student. That means no making out in the open. He will want to hold your hand, hug you, and spend moments snuggled up side by side on benches around campus, though. While a bit flustered that someone would want to be so close to him, he’s never embarrassed to be seen with you. He wants the world to know that you’re together. You love him! … You love him.
Deuce changes his levels of PDA depending on who’s around, and how comfortable he is with them. Deuce wants to earn the respect of his housewarden (and also doesn’t want a collar around his neck) so he’ll hold off on kissing in front of Riddle. He’ll still hold your hand gently, and Riddle will be able to see how hard Deuce is trying to be proper for you. He can’t fault him for that.
With Trey and Cater, expect a very shy but affectionate version of Deuce. While he won’t initiate anything on his own in front of them, Cater will probably make a comment that gives him the push he needs to give you the attention you’ve been waiting for. Trey is more subtle about it, but don’t be surprised if he ‘accidentally’ brings one less fork than needed for the treats he baked, so that you have to share one. He might even teasingly suggest that you feed Deuce, if he’s feeling mischievous.
Around the other first years, Deuce is a lot bolder when it comes to affection. Ace and Epel seem to enable him a bit, with their constant teasing, and besides, they already know how Deuce is as a person. There’s no pressure to act proper, so he’ll pull you in for lip kisses and be direct when holding your hand. If you point it out though, he might become shy again and push his face into your shoulder to hide the flush on his cheeks. Please don’t tease him, he just wants to love you.
Ruggie is a bit unconventional when it comes to contact. His main form of physical affection is play-fighting. It’s not unlike the courtship rituals of certain animals that will wrestle and chase each other around before pairing off. Ruggie will take the slightest bits of affection as an invitation to tackle you and roll you onto the couch or bed or even the grass. It turns into a tussle, with the both of you trying to pin the other and make them concede.
This usually ends in one of two ways- Number one is the normal outcome. You’ll roll around until one of you ends up sitting on the other’s back, with a few bruises to show for the effort. The loser has to buy lunch that day! (It really doesn’t matter who buys the food, you end up sharing all of it anyways.)
Number two is when Ruggie is feeling romantic and realizes that wow, your face is super close to his right now, and that he really, really loves you. Abruptly, the wrestling will stop and he’ll pull you closer to him, burying his face in your neck and giving you a gentle nip. When you yelp, he’ll giggle into the spot- shishishishi, I gotcha now. Even when drunk on love, Ruggie is playful.
When it comes to traditional PDA, Ruggie is as shameless with you as he is with his meals. Doesn’t matter if you’re in class, walking around campus, or straight up sitting on Leona’s bed. He will try to make out with you and no, he doesn’t care who sees. He wants the world to know that hey, he’s yours. You chose him and he chose you. There’s nothing they can do about it, so don’t even try! If you are uncomfortable with the level he goes to though, he will ease up and opt for cheek kisses or slinging his arm around your shoulder instead.
While not a form of physical contact, Ruggie loves it when you wear the few articles of clothing that are actually his and not Leona’s hand-me-downs. Things like his bandana scarf are precious to him because he worked hard to be able to call them his. So seeing you in them makes him feel like you’ve accepted him into your heart, truly and fully.
In private, Azul has no problem giving you a gentle kiss or two or letting you sit on his lap and lean on his chest while he works out new ways to scam his customers. It makes him happy that you enjoy spending time with him even while doing mundane things. Time passes so much quicker when you’re around. However, when it comes to more intimate activities like makeout sessions, he cannot initiate one without dying inside a little bit. How is he supposed to ask for something like that with a straight face?
Please run your hands through his hair. He loves it and cannot get enough of it. In fact, Azul just loves being pampered in general. He always wants to be the little spoon when you share a bed or lay down together. Rub his back, tell him he’s handsome and shower him in kisses. He will eat it up like a starved man.
Azul is suave in public, and very good at hiding his emotions. But even he can’t hide how much he adores you. It doesn’t matter if you want to hug him around the waist in public or nuzzle into him- he can’t say no to you, nor does he want to. He’ll try to deflect the flustered look on his face and stay calm, but he just can’t when you’re so close to him.
Just like Riddle, Azul will have to be very comfortable with you before he trusts you enough to let you sleep in the same bed as him. Azul actually reverts back to his octopus body when he’s exhausted enough- and early on he’s terrified that you’ll be disgusted at his true form. He’ll go to great lengths to make sure you never see it- at least until you get serious. Then, he’ll tentatively reveal it to you. When you tell him he’s beautiful, he’ll bawl his eyes out and squeeze you tight enough to crack a rib. You’ll have sucker marks on your skin for a week after that.
Oh dear. The octopus escaped his pot again and now he’s clinging onto your leg. Once Azul gets his arms around you, he will not let go for anything. He’s desperate for sincere love and will milk your attention for as much as it’s worth. Indulge him for a bit- he needs the reassurance that you want him as much as he wants you.
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Okay. I’m back to begging my wonderful moots and followers for help. So we know that Lilia is in one of the textbooks, from Malleus’s history lesson, so he’s in there SOMEWHERE.
Now in my experience in school, I would get a tiny crush on pretty people I would see in history books.
So I pitch to you, my good people.
Yuu crushing on war hero general Lilia Vanrouge on accident. I believe most of the first years, Ace and Deuce, would not be very secretive about it.
“Yeah yeah. They like this… Fae general in the history book. Idk-! They’re magicless-! They’re… fucking… weird-! They just think he’s “pretty”-!”
This information getting back to Diasomnia.
Thank you for the gifts!
Ortho is that you..?
(this isnt meant to be a comparing trauma poll btw those piss me tf off)
The Meaning of Flowers -Loneliness-
Malleus x Reader again
Maybe angsty????? Not as explicitly romantic as some of my other stuff. Also a glaringly obvious reference to a Certain piece of media I like.
There was a thick field of flowers right past the woods behind the Ramshackle dorm. They were purple, blooming in stalks and clumps.
And one evening you found yourself there. Drained after everything, your feet dragged you to where the flowers had started to bloom. The heat of the day hung heavy in the air, unusually hot for the season.
And alongside the heat was a tingling spark of electricity in the air. The world around you felt like a live wire. He was here.
"Hi Tsunotarou." you said, not needing to turn to know he was standing behind you.
"Good evening child of man." he responded pleasantly.
"I'm not used to seeing you while the sun is still up," you joked looking over to him.
The setting sun cast him in a warm glow, contrasting his usual cool ethereality. He seemed to bask in the warmth. He looked out over the field of blooming purple flowers blowing in the wind. Despite the beauty in front of you, your eyes were on him.
"They bloomed early this year," he says, staring into the field of flowers.
"Do you know what they are?" you ask, curious.
"Ericas. They're also called heathers." Malleus is transfixed on the sight of the flowers, staring off into the distance.
"Do you know what they mean, child of man?" he asks, leaning down to pick a sprig of the purple blossom.
You shake your head quietly and he hums, holding the sprig in his hand tenderly.
"They represent solitude and loneliness." Malleus sounds solemn as he says it.
"They used to grow in a field right outside the castle in Briar Valley. I remember seeing the blossoms every summer."
You take his hand in yours and uncurl his fingers, observing the flower for yourself.
"It doesn't look very lonely. Look, there are so many right next to each other!" You look up at Malleus with a soft smile.
"Maybe they are born alone. Maybe they'll die alone, too. But right now, they all bloom together and they'll inevitably wilt together. They'll always bloom and wilt together. They're not alone at all." And you both know that you no longer speak of the flowers.
And Malleus looks at you with this mixture of shock and awe. He didn't expect you to say that. He didn't know what he expected you to say, but it definitely wasn't that.
Malleus definitely doesn't expect it when you pluck the stalk from his hand and reach up, placing it to rest behind the sharpened point of his ear. The splash of purple in his onyx-black hair leads you to flash him a smile that makes his heart leap, and he feels he must reciprocate.
So Malleus does the same, placing an erica sprig behind your ear. And he smiles down at you. His smile is soft and a little awkward, his fangs showing where the corners of his mouth curl upwards. In this moment, you cannot understand how anyone could possibly fear him.
"Thank you, child of man. I appreciated this. You always have such a curious wisdom about you that I cannot seem to place. I'm very fond of it, of you." and with those words, he is gone. He disappears in a flash of fireflies, leaving you to sit in solitude under the coolness of twilight.
Malleus, back in his room, gently pulls the flowers from his hair. He presses them in a large book, hoping to preserve the memory for as long as he can. Even after the flowers bloom and wilt for hundreds of seasons, this memory will still remind him that they once bloomed beside you.
Twisted wonderland Incorrect Quotes #23 :
Deuce : I love my best friend Yuu/Mc and I will fight ANYONE who hates them !
Yuu/Mc : I hate myself....
Deuce : *putting his hands up and has tears in his eyes* Alright you beautiful bitch, COME AT ME WITH ALL YOU GOT-
Dorms React to Demon Slayer! Mc
Hooray! Pomefiore! Sorry for taking so long (I was sad) but thank you so much for 200+ followers. I love you all <3
No gendered pronouns for mc/Yuu, only “you” is used, can be platonic or romantic
Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw- Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomefiore (here) - Ignihyde - Diasomnia
Warnings: angsty, spoilers for chapter 5, ptsd mentioned, dark themes, mc basically has a panic attack in Vil’s part, also its really fucking long my bad, Google translate French
You're a demon slayer, an extremely experienced one at that. You have been fighting demons ever since you were young, and preparing to do so even younger. When you were unexpectedly thrown into Twisted Wonderland and admitted to NRC, you hid your sword in your uniform, and stashed away your clothes once you could. You figured the best way to survive here was to hide your cards. After all, being surrounded by morally questionable strangers with magic was not ideal. In case you really needed it, you figured it was best to pretend to be weak so your strength could cover you when you needed it most.
Now that a few months have passed and you've gained reliable friends, you didn't see a point anymore. You felt safer than you ever have in your entire life. You were no longer on a battlefield, no longer surrounded by the pained cries of the people you failed to save. But the battle was catching up to you. Now that you were no longer fighting constantly, you had more time to think. You're nightmares of battle have been getting worse and you can't escape it. The guilt of hiding such an integral part of yourself from your friends wasn't helping either. Eventually though, you let the dam break. You tell them about your life, the reason behind your scars and show them your sword. There's tears in your eyes and you're shaking like the child you once were long ago.
He was intrigued by your choice of clothes, and at the same time a little horrified by your clearly unkempt skin.
As tempted as he was to help you out, he had a job to do. He never thought about you much until SDC came around. But the first thing he noticed was your terrible sleeping schedule.
He noticed that when he got up for his morning workout/skincare routine, you were already finishing a workout. And yet he’d catch you the night before sneaking out. When the hell did you sleep?
He did not appreciate it at all. Your complete lack of self care was not appropriate for the manager if his dance group >:( Especially since you held so much potential! You clearly cared about your strength, so why not the rest of you!?!
Vil decided to keep a closer eye on you to try to fish out a reason why. That’a when he noticed particular things about you.
It was a simple moment, something that really shouldn’t have stuck out to him. You had only handed him his water bottle during a quick break. But for a split second your hand brushed his, and he noticed how rough they were. When he looked down he was almost taken aback by the callouses and scars that littered your hand.
He decided not to let his surprise show, and only said a small “thank you”.
You only confused him more when he noticed even more scars that would pop out from the collar and cuffs of your shirt.
He asked Rook about it once, but only received another one of his vague tangents about your beauty.
Of course, he wouldn’t be Vil if he just stopped there. So he decided to make the difficult decision to switch up his sleeping schedule to catch you in the act.
He succeeded in his little stakeout and managed to catch you. And imagine his surprise in seeing you decked out in a uniform with your sword fastened to your body.
Both of you were stuck in silence, with Vil being the first to break it.
“Potato, what are you doing…?” There was a small frown placed on his pristine face, his brows lowered in almost a disappointed way.
“Uhm, it’s a bit hard to explain.”
“I have the time.”
Silence fell over the two of you again. You began to wonder if you should make a break for it, but Vil spoke up first.
“Sword aside, you should not be sacrificing your sleep like this.” He sighed deeply, “Just because you are not performing does not mean this is fine. On the other hand I will not punish you for it because you are not performing. Go to bed.”
You sighed in defeat, you couldn’t even remember the last time someone even made that request of you. Reluctantly, you decided to abide to his wishes (you actually just jumped out your window)
The next day, Vil still wasn’t satisfied. You still acted the same, sure, but you were clearly exhausted! No wonder your skin was in such poor condition, the dark circles under your eyes were a telltale sign. So he planned a more direct way to wrench out answers.
He managed to catch you alone in a room of Ramshackle. You were just cleaning another one of the countless filthy rooms humming to yourself peacefully. You really do nothing but work yourself ragged, he would’ve been impressed if not by the clear toll it was taking on you.
“You know, I really should report that sword to the Headmaster.”
“He already knows.” You looked back at him with a cheeky smile, “He let me keep it since it’s one of the few things that came with me other than the clothes on my back.”
“I see.” Vil hummed, closing the door behind him. Part of him wanted to ask why you had it in the first place, but something told him the answer wasn’t something he’d want to know. Then again…
“To train with that sword is the reason you go out late, isn’t it?”
You nodded hesitantly, “That’s right, I didn’t want to get rusty just because I’m not home. So I figured I should keep training.”
Vil watched as you kept cleaning the window, for a moment he could see your eye’s reflection flicker to him as the silence continued. If you were hiding something it was difficult to tell, nevertheless he continued on.
“I put a curse on your sword. If you try to train with it you’ll be locked in place, and I’ll know when you try.”
You whipped around with wide, almost terrified, eyes, “Vil! Why would you-“
The absolutely exasperated expression you held only reassured Vil’s conviction. If he was going to get you to sleep, this was how.
“It’ll only be for one night, that’s all I’m asking. 7 hours of sleep and the curse will be lifted.”
You frowned, still salty by the whole situation. For the limited amount of time you knew him, one thing you understood was that there was no way you would get out of this. You turned away from him with a hardened expression before letting it fall away. Your shoulders dropped as you nodded slowly, “Alright, deal. Just one night, right?”
“I would prefer it to be every night.” Vil sighed, “I told you all at least 7 hours each night at the beginning of this camp. Although I figured I would need to compromise for now.”
You bit your lip and tried to not let your worry show. Just one night.
It turns out one night meant one night of uninterrupted sleep. Safe to say you weren’t able to touch your sword for weeks.
After SDC and Vil’s overblot, you knew a few nights peace. Although you never managed to get a full nights rest, which meant your sword stayed cursed. It was just another night, and you had gone to sleep in hope you’d stay asleep until morning again.
Unsurprisingly to you, you had woken up nearly screaming. You had another nightmare, and with each one being more vivid than the last you didn’t see yourself falling asleep anytime soon. Shakily getting out of bed you reached for your sword to train and hopefully get it off your mind.
Unfortunately you remembered the curse. So before you could touch it you retracted your hand and decided to leave for the roof instead.
You took a few deep breaths, deciding to cry once you were sure you were safe from any prying eyes that laid in you dorm. Shakily, you took to the hallway and climbed the ladder to the roof of Ramshackle. Your little safe haven away from the stress residing under you.
You felt the cool air hit your face, only getting colder as the tears you held back began to fall. The dream was just so… real this time. It wasn’t even just other demon slayers and civilians getting killed, it was your friends here. They were supposed to be safe, especially with you around. But you just let them die in your arms, you were helpless again.
You curled yourself up into a ball, shaking violently as you sobbed. Terrible images still flashed through your mind, old scars felt as if they were burning in your skin as your mind took over your reality.
You tugged at your hair, your clothes, and even clawed at your skin in an attempt to ground yourself. Nothing worked, you were still trapped in your nightmare. So you continued to choke on your sobs as you fought through your memories.
Because of that, you didn’t notice Vil come up to the roof. Vil had known you still weren’t sleeping, so he had planned to catch you in the middle of the night. If it weren’t sword training, why were you waking up?
He wasn’t sure what to do when he saw you. You looked so small as you sat curled into yourself. You we’re nothing like the resilient, strong Prefect he knew you as. Rather, you resembled something more of a tragic hero.
Maybe it was because he felt partially responsible for this, or the fact he still wished for you to relax, but either way he approached you and put a gentle hand on your shoulder.
That was a bit of a mistake. Once you felt the foreign hand on you, you gasped and leapt back as if you were preparing to fight. Your eyes held nothing but utter horror as you stared at him, all red and puffy from your crying.
Vil frowned, his brows creasing his normally perfect face. He spoke slowly and softly, “I’m sorry, I did not mean to scare you.”
The tension never released from your shoulders. You stayed taut, as if you prepared to fight. Your eyes seemed almost glazed over, as if they didn’t even comprehend the space around you.
“Potato, are you alright?”
Somehow, upon hearing the nickname there was a flash of recognition. You relaxed a little, allowing your arms to fall to your sides. “Vil I…” You gulped, unable to find the words for a moment, “Why are you here..?”
Vil’s frown only deepened. He shook his head with a sigh, “I wanted to know why even after all this time my curse hasn’t lifted.” He crossed his arms, “Prefect, you may not be acting manager anymore but I still want you to at least get one full nights rest. You have so much potential, I just want you to realize that.”
Your expression changed to something unreadable. You seemed to be studying him, as if he was a puzzle you couldn’t figure out. For a moment you smiled before throwing your head in your hands, “You know, you really are kind, Vil.”
Your shoulders began to shake, “I’m so sorry, I guess I’m just not used to this. Normally I’m the one worrying about other people.” You laughed to yourself, as if you were trying to convince yourself of something. Vil stood by quietly, taking a few steps forward as you spoke again, “Vil, please, go back to your dorm. It’s cold out you know?”
“You’re right, let’s go inside.”
Too tired to argue, you allowed him to lead you inside the rickety dorm. You refused to look at him, a little ashamed by the way you allowed him to catch you at such a vulnerable moment. But you knew he had no ill intent, you just hoped he was prepared for the answers to the questions he no doubt had.
Vil sat on the couch and motioned for you to do the same. As you did he looked at you almost with pity. You were exhausted, shaking, and resembled more of a kicked puppy than anything. He sighed again and placed a bottle of swirling blue colors on the table, “It’s a sleeping potion.” He explained, “Normally I would not suggest you take it now, since you wouldn’t wake up until the afternoon by now, but…”
He looked at you again, you’re eyes were fixated on the bottle, and they were haunted. Void of life or hope, or even sadness or anger, just blank, barely even comprehending the world around them. He was sure that this was the right decision this time. You spoke softly, “Thank you, I appreciate it really, but I’d rather not.”
Vil’s eyes shot open, with you being on the verge of passing out, you’re really going to skip this opportunity of genuine sleep? Before he could retaliate you continued, “I have nightmares, as stupid as it sounds they’re the reason I can’t sleep. I don’t want to be stuck in one all night.” You finally looked at him, this time apologetically, “Thank you, truly. I’m honored you’re so invested in helping me. I…”
Your face fell into despair again as tears threatened to fall. You took in a shaky breath, “Vil, you don’t know what I’ve seen back home, what’s happened because of me and my weaknesses. If anything this is what I deserve.”
Vil stood up suddenly, his face switching between anger and exasperation, “I don’t know your life, yes, but I know you don’t deserve this!” He spoke firmly, never raising his voice, “You haven’t once slept properly since coming here have you? Or even before that? Prefect I-“ He took in a breath to calm himself, “Prefect, I just want you to realize the potential you hold. I won’t make you take the potion, but I will make you go back to sleep. So please, what can I do to help?”
Vil took your hand softly as more tears began to leave your eyes. Between shaky breaths you explained your nightmares and your life before Twisted Wonderland. Vil was actually a bit more shocked than he would’ve liked, but allowed you to continue. Rooks vague little sayings connected to your stories as he began to understand.
In the end he took you to your room, cleaning you up and going through a small skincare routine to relax. He brushed through your hair, anything to get the tension out of your shoulders.
You fell asleep almost immediately once you went to bed. You slept the best you had in years, and while yes you didn’t wake up until the afternoon even without the potion, the curse lifted from your sword. Safe to say, you and Vil were a lot closer than before.
“Prefect, don’t hesitate to ask for help alright? Proper sleep is just one more step for you to realize your full potential. You can be strong in more ways than one, and I want to lead you the best I can.”
As some of you may have guessed, he already knew.
This stalker could tell easily you were a warrior of some sort, it was only a matter of why.
He started trailing you from the start. Granted, he rarely did it until you truly piqued his interest.
You had caught him trailing at you. And while he was sure you couldn’t see him, you stared directly into his eyes, as if you were reaching for his very soul. It shook him to his core in more ways than one. It was at that moment he decided to take you more seriously.
He knew about your sword, your secret trainings, your uniform, your breathing technique, he just couldn’t quite figure what it was all for. He assumed you were a soldier of some kind, although why they would have someone so young so highly trained was another question.
He enjoyed watching you train, it brought a new and fresh perspective on beauty. The magicless prefect who still has a way to fight! And such a magnificent way too! The mysterious fog of it all excited him, he just needed to learn more.
Truth be told, you could tell someone was following and watching you. And you hated it, because why the hell was someone stalking you?? Demons didn’t exist here so there’s be no reason why someone would be out to kill you… right?
Because it truly didn’t feel that way. While you didn’t know it was Rook, it felt like you were prey being hunted. Which was a feeling you were all too familiar with.
At first you thought it was just nerves. Being in danger constantly then suddenly being thrown somewhere safe surely wouldn’t translate smoothly, but after feeling that way for months without any change you got sick of it.
You started to actively seek out your little stalker, and your first tip was actually the arrow Rook shot at you and your friends to announce their participation in SDC.
You felt the same presence, just like the months prior. Whoever it was was staring at you again, readying an attack. Eyeing for the perfect moment.
You turned your head at the perfect time, seeing the glint of an arrowhead whiz toward you. You caught it with utmost precision, but before you could track where it came from the attacker was gone.
It was easy to deduce that the arrow came from Rook (Ace and Deuce were very quick to point out how you actually caught an arrow from that freaky upperclassman after all) But her couldn’t be your stalker. You barely even met a few weeks ago!
But his presence never failed to grace you at least once every day. You could feel his chilling green eyes set on you, and you were determined to confront him.
So when SDC’s training camp rolled around, you figured that would be the easiest time to catch him. No way someone like him would pass up on the opportunity to look into your life so closely right?
You were right, actually. One night you could feel his eyes on you once again as you snuck out to train. You knew he’s watched you train before, so your element of surprise would be gone. But mage or not, there’s only so fast he could run compared to you.
So you left Ramshackle same as always, donned in your uniform with your sword by your side. You could already feel his eyes on you as you ran toward the forest. His presence would shift from time to time as he trailed you, but like a masterful hunter he kept out of sight.
After some time of running like normal, you decided to drop yourself out of his sight. You jumped into the low hanging trees and quickly hid.
From this angle you could see Rook in the branches, through the moonlight you could make out the smile he wore. His satisfaction and intrigue was obvious, even as he looked around confusedly for you. You quickly maneuvered yourself through the branches and crouched behind him.
Before you could do anything though, Rook twisted around with quite possibly the most ecstatic smile ever.
“To not only lose sight of you, but to have you sneak up on me must be my greatest embarrassment as a hunter!” He laughed joyously as he jumped away. “You truly are befitting of a trickster!”
As you chased him down it quickly became a game between you two. Once you caught up to Rook he would twist and maneuver out of your grasp and hide away, only for you to find him again. You let him win a little, seeing some fun in the chase. Eventually though, you figured it was time to actually catch him.
You made a dive toward him, one that he was unable to escape. As you pinned him to the ground you stared hard into his striking green eyes, “Why have you been following me, Rook?”
He laughed, “You must forgive me Trickster, your beauté mystérieuse was simply too alluring. I could not resist watching your beauty grow, guerrier.”
“Hmph.” You rolled off of him, sitting up on the grass as you watched Rook fix himself. You sighed deeply, “How much do you know? Or I guess, who else knows?”
“Roí de Poison is still unaware, I assure you.” He attempted to give a reassuring smile, “It’s come to my understanding that your power originates through breathing and not magic, yes? And that sword is not made of steel, nor any other metal here. You must also belong to some sort of organization with that uniform, are you a soldier perhaps?”
You tried to hide your surprise, (what could you expect really), as you confirmed his findings. You exchanged information for a while, eventually getting around to explaining demons and being a demon slayer.
Rook gave you undivided attention as he soaked all the information in. What a beautiful and radiant person you are! You were like a bright flame of hope that blazed your enemies and served your people. He wish you would let him sing your praises to others.
Rook continued to follow you around, now with your permission. Occasionally at night, you would play your game of chase again. Although Rook is yet to win, he enjoys the challenge and feeling of being the one hunted for once.
Both of you would show off your scars to each other. Retelling battles, or hunts, and the adventures. Rook would often go off on a tangent about the beauty of his particular prey, or the scenery around it. He loved the attention you gave him, and you appreciated the attention it took off of your less sugar coated tales.
Rook never looked at you in pity, nor in doubt. He believed you completely, and would often find himself ensnared in your tales. Rook found he loved hearing your retellings of anything from battles to lunches shared while traveling.
Although one night he noticed you weren’t up to your normal levels of energy. In fact, you looked a little heartbroken. While it has its own beauty, he absolutely couldn’t stand seeing you so distraught.
“Trickster, what causes you to frown so?”
You wordlessly leaned up against a tree, breathing deeply. You soaked in the earth around you as you tried to ground yourself. You were close to Rook now, despite the sketchy start. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him anything but the truth (you wondered if you even could before he figured you out).
“Rook, my job back home was to save people. But I couldn’t save everyone.” You closed your eyes, biting your cheek as you fought down the memories, “Some days are worse than others, but I never forget them. That last part isn’t always a good thing.”
“I still see them sometimes, their screams, their bodies.” You bit back a sob, “Part of me doesn’t want to go back home. I don’t think I could stand telling another parent their child is dead.”
“But I need to go home, I know that more than anyone. I have a job, a duty to protect those people. Even at the cost of my life, I swore it, I I still intend to do that. So why do I feel this way?”
You laughed dryly, slowly sinking to the ground as you lifted your head to the stars. “You know, when humans grieve, they tend to look up at the sky. Do you think it’s just to avoid tears falling or something else?”
Rook stared at you silently before taking a seat next to you on the ground. “I believe we search for freedom when we look to the sky. Since dawn of time humans had wished to fly free with birds, so perhaps when we look to the sky that’s what we wish for. We wish for freedom from our sorrows and hardships; To fly away and embrace the sun.”
You smiled a little, “That’s what I like to believe too.”
Rook smiled pleasantly as comfortable silence fell over the two of you. You both looked to the stars as they shimmered and twinkled in all their glory. You have seen the night sky countless times, but somehow, being here in Twisted Wonderland, it all seemed new and bright. It wasn’t tainted by tragedies or bloodshed, it was beautiful.
He didn’t think about you too much initially. Mostly he was just amused over the whole event at orientation.
You seemed interesting enough with your choice of clothing. Maybe you were from a small town like him?
You became closer friends over the course of SDC. Both of you shared a sort of kinship over feeling so out of place in such a prestigious and modern environment.
You always appreciated the snacks he gave you. Many of the foods he provided were different from back home, sure, but the handmade feel reminded you so much of home.
Like Ace and Deuce, Epel found out by accident when he walked in on you working out.
You thought you’d be safe, after all you were in a tiny little room in the depths of Ramshackle. You just needed some time away from everyone in the dorm, but without the safety of the night you couldn’t leave to the forest for training.
Luckily with the help of the Ghosts you found a small room hidden away and some old gym equipment. Unfortunately it was hot af in there and if you covered up as much as you usually did you’d probably pass out. There were no windows to open, or any real ventilation for that matter.
So you wore normal workout clothes showing off your arms and legs, and to extension your scars. You thought nothing of it, completely unaware of the shitshow that was about to occur.
Epel was just exploring Ramshackle with Ace and Deuce. They started out looking for you but got distracted by the archaic building. They wanted to look around ok! Not like Ace was looking out for something interesting in the storage closet he could steal.
Eventually they came across a door a little off to the side and hidden in the halls. They just thought it was a storage closet and got interested, so they opened the door.
“Prefect! There you are. Jeez, we were looking for you everywhere.” “Wait, no! Epel don’t look!”
“Wha’ ihn da corn fiel’ hell ‘append to yur arms??!!”
“Ace! Deuce! All of you out!” You practically barked out as they scurried away. You sighed, you really couldn’t catch a break huh?
You put down your weights and attempted to refrain from kicking the door open. Has the idea of knocking seriously left their heads? You did not appreciate this trend at all.
“Sorry Prefect…” Deuce spoke meekly. Epel was off to the side, a little shaken. Like Ace and Deuce, initially he thought you were in something crazy. And here he thought you were just a magicless human! Maybe the two of you were alike somehow, for being misjudged because of ability.
“What did you three even need me for? Rehearsal isn’t going to start for another few hours.” You deadpanned, “Don’t tell me Grim got stuck in a tree again.”
“It don’ matta! Er ya evn’ gon menshun wha ‘appened?!” Epel motioned wildly to your exposed arms and legs. “I sen sum nasty scars befor’ bu wha coulda’ caused tha’?!”
“Rude.” You sighed again, waving them inside the little room, “I’m not going to let you interrupt my workout too. Come on, I’ll explain.”
Epel is initially a little horrified, after the initial shock though he’d think your so cool. Man or not, you exhibited the toughness and strength he always wanted.
Expect him to join you and Jack for workouts. He’s so excited to learn from the both of you, though he tries to be cool about it.
He loves hearing your tales about demons and the different types of slayers. A hashira that couldn’t match in strength found a way to use poisons instead? Amazing. The absolute tanks of men who are able to match the speed of demons? Please tell him more.
One day he did take you to his hometown. He was so excited to show off his pride to someone he respected so much. You were touched by the lack of modernity the city and NRC showed off. It felt closer to home, and you began to feel a bit homesick. Despite everything you still loved your home huh?
When was the last time you saw a forest this untouched by people? When was the last time you ate fruit straight from the source? Not to mention the stars, they were so much brighter here.
You tried hard not to let anyone see as the tears left your eyes gently. As you gazed up at the night sky, you wondered if you’d ever get back home, or if this was the closest you’d ever be.
You shout up from the grass you had been laying on, “Epel! Sorry I didn’t see you.” You quickly wiped your eyes, hoping the darkness would hide the puffiness of your eyes.
“What are you doin out here?“
You shrugged, “I wanted to look at the stars.”
Epel huffed, “It’s late, Vil would have a fit if he was here.”
“He’s not here though.”
Silence fell between the two of you for a moment. Eventually Epel joined you on the grass. The sounds of the night comforted the both of you as the silence continued.
“What we’re you thinking about out here?”
“What do you mean?”
Epel huffed, “No one comes out to lay on scratchy grass and look at the stars just for fun. Was something bothering you?”
You sighed a little, crossing your arms as you spoke quietly, “This town reminds me of my home. It’s small, nothing like the Night Raven College or any of the other cities I’ve seen here.” You smiled a little, “I missed it, the feeling of peacefulness. And for the record, some people do like stargazing.”
Epel rolled his eyes, but after a pause he asked again, “What was your hometown like then?”
You smiled, “Well, actually…”
As you recounted the stories of your childhood, you gradually forgot about your previous woes. Time flew by, eventually the both of you agreed to go to sleep.
The next day, all of you explored the town. You seemed happy enough, though Epel couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t completely telling the truth last night. So he decided to confront you again.
He found you again on the grass looking up at the stars. You were humming something to yourself, a lullaby?
Suddenly you came to a stop and sat up, “Hey Epel!”
“What was that? That melody?”
“It was a lullaby from back home.” You smiled, a little forlorn, “Sorry, I wasn’t bothering you right?”
Epel shook his head, “No, No, I was just curious. I came out here to…” His words trailed off, his confidence quickly dwindling. He readjusted himself, “You miss your home don’t you?”
You were a bit taken aback by the sudden forwardness, but ultimately nodded. “Yeah, it’s all I’ve really been able to think about lately. I mean…” You rested your head on your knees, “I’ve been here for so long. I need to know what’s happened since I’ve been gone. You know how it is, I don’t know who’s alive, or if I’d ever be able to find out.”
Epel frowned and took a seat next to you, “Come on, if they’re half as strong as you’ve told me they’ll be fine! And I’m sure Crowley will find a way home for you eventually.”
You laughed a little, “Thanks Epel.”
Silence fell over the two of you as you looked up at the stars. Comforting noises of insects and the rustle of leaves filled the air. Although the peacefulness didn’t last long, as the two of you heard a loud crash followed quickly by angry arguing between Ace, Deuce and Grim.
You sighed, at least no matter what you’d have these idiots to rely on.
Leona: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.
•𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅•
respectfully….. can i request for the second part of the presentation prank with floyd that’s using jade on next slide?? 👀
no pressure tho you can ignore this request
People I would cheat on my boyfriend with (Floyd Leech)
🔞This is a NSFW continuation to a previous post. Minors please don’t interact. I take no responsibility for you reading this no matter your age. All characters are aged up to 18+🔞
Fem reader coming soon
⚠️AMAB reader, male body parts mentioned, cuckolding, swearing, male masturbation, blow job, anal (m receiving), oral, exhibitionism (?), semi public sex, NO INCEST, degradation kink, biting/marking, Floyd, unsafe sex/no condom, gag being used, Pet names/degrading- Good boy, Slut, cocksleeve, baby, darling-, bondage (with magic plants? Does that count?), He/him pronouns
“If I knew my slut wanted to get fucked by my brother I would have let it happen earlier.” He said extremely serious. He stood up and turned off the recording. He threw you over his shoulder and walked out of Ramshackle to the botanical garden where Jade was. The looks you received from people while walking to the garden were enough to have you hiding your face in your hands. Every one you passed had wanted to ask what you did, but the look Floyd sent them was enough to curb their curiosity. When he reached the garden he slammed the door open. He saw Jade at the farthest end of the garden and made his way over. Not before running into Leona where he was napping. Floyd kicks his tail “Oi, Lionfish! Wake up!”
Leona grumbles and opens an eye looking at him “you have a lot of nerve waking me up. I could always go for an eel snack.”
“Unless you wanna hear my boyfriend get fucked by my brother I suggest you take your nap elsewhere.” Floyd says as Leona continues to lay there and pretend to think. You finally take your face out of your hands and look at Leona.
“Please Leona! Fore the love of the Seven! I beg of you please leave!” You sounded desperate causing Leona to snicker before standing. He pat you on the head laughing at you.
“Have fun herbivore, whatever you did has to be real bad” he says before walking out leaving you and the tweels alone. Floyd muttered a spell to make sure the door was locked. He finally made it to the table where Jade was looking at his babies. Jade said a spell that cleared the table.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing my brother and his cocksleeve on this fine day?” Jade said putting his elbow on the table and resting his chin on his hand. Floyd laid you down on the desk with a look that said to not move.
“He decided to be a brat and pull a prank involving you. So I think it’s only fair to let you in on his punishment” Floyd says taking his spot in the seat his brother was just in. Jade smirked and walked over grabbing your legs and pulling you to the edge of the table before casting a spell to make your clothes disappear.
“With pleasure” Jade smirks as he summoned a bottle of edible lube and squirted some on your dick. He stroked your dick a couple a times before taking it into his mouth causing you to moan loudly and arch your back. Your hands entangle in Jade’s hair trying to push him away. Your boyfriend didn’t like that though, he was enjoying this a little too much.
“Nuh uh baby, no touching” a spell that causes vines to wrap around all your limbs lightly pulling to keep you form touching his brother. “This is your punishment. And both of us need to enjoy it.”
“Floyd! Ah fuck. Please I’m sorry!” pulling against the restraints you let out a whine as Jade takes you further down his throat. Jade speeds up his movements before slowly inserting a finger inside of you as. You loudly moan his name as Floyd pulls out his own cock and begins stroking it matching the pace jade was going on your dick. Jade adds another finger before gently grazing his teeth along your dick making you shudder.
“Please! let me cum! I’ll be a good boy!”
“Oh yeah? You’ll be a good boy? You’re begging like a common whore though” Jade speaks after he replaces his mouth with his hand his pace speeding up. Adding another finger, he roughly pushes his hand in and out successfully hitting your prostate making you scream out in ecstasy. He doesn’t stop the hand on your dick as you cum, working you through your high. Floyd cums after you with a groan leaning back into the chair. After forever Jade finally stops stroking your dick (not that you mind), and he resting his hands on your thighs rubbing them gently waiting for you to calm down. “He’s ready for you Floyd.”
“I’ll let you play first Jade and then I’ll have my fun” Floyd said spinning around in the chair (with his dick still out. I’m sorry, this is just really funny to picture🤣).
“How generous of you brother” Jade says before he pulls his pants down far enough to take his dick out. He stroked it a couple of times before inserting it into your hole. You were a mess underneath the brother of your boyfriend, pretty tears were falling down your cheeks as sobs fell from your lips. Jade slowly started thrusting in and out of you as he leaned down and licked the tears as they fell. Floyd began to stroke his dick again groaning at the sight of his boyfriend (love of his life) being fucked by his favorite (platonic!) person. Jade grabbed your hips roughly, you were definitely going to be bruised tomorrow. He began thrusting harder and faster while leaning down to mark your neck.
Floyd was most definitely zoned in on your fucked out expression and the sounds coming from you. Being fuck like this took away your ability to form sentences so only whines and gasps could be heard from you. Jade groans and bites down hard on your neck drawing blood when you squeeze him and cum without warning. Jade follows soon pulling out and coming on your stomach (as per Floyd’s rules they discussed prior). He got himself dressed and went back to looking at his mushrooms like he didn’t just blow your back out. Floyd walked over and stood between your legs, he cast the undoing spell and the vines disappeared. (This is probably just me and Floyd may be ooc but I think he can be really gentle and loving to people he does not want to hurt under any condition. Like his lover and his momma. He’s a momma’s boy but not in the creepy way). He grabbed your wrists and placed gentle kisses to the marks the vines left behind. You gave him a derpy smile and he leaned down placing a kiss to your lips.
“You okay Shrimpy?” He whispered. Which was unusual for other people, but he was always gentle with you, no matter his mood swings. You only nodded and made grabby hands for him to which he responded by picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He takes a seat on the chair he was previously on. “Was that too much?” He said as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. You shake your head and lightly grind your hips against his.
“Wan’ you” you muttered placing kisses on his neck. “Please. Need you.”
Floyd smiles shaking his head before lifting your hips up to insert his dick in you. “You’re insatiable you know that.” He began to thrust up into you. He had a gentle hold on your hips making sure not to add more bruises (he would do that at another time when he wasn’t taking care of his baby). You had a weak hold on his shoulders. High pitched whines came from your lips causing you to suck on his neck. Neither of you were in a rush to reach your highs this time. Floyd took his time thrusting up into to you before reaching with a hand to stroke your dick. He pulled you into a passionate kiss as you both reached your highs he slowed his pace and worked you both through them. You were thoroughly fucked out and fell asleep in Floyd’s arms. He cast a cleaning spell then a spell to put your clothes back on letting you sleep.
“Do you think the punishment was fitting?” Jade says walking over with some of his babies.
Floyd looked down and placed a kiss on your forehead “Absolutely.”
The Vulture Of Pomefiore
Introducing Blueberry Pride's main TWST OC!
Berry: Been planning this for quite a while now and I'm finally satisfied with the lore and look of my darling Rhea of Pomefiore!
Expanding my edits using my own art and I thought what better way to debut my stuff than to draw my TWST OC. Can't really be using the official groovy/art forever so this is me showing you guys what kind of style you can expect from time to time.
Brief Lore Explanation
Rhea comes from a world that's the least magical and as mundane in comparison to Twisted Wonderland. Things started to take a turn from the original path when the dark mirror sorted the unsuspecting grubby girl into the dorm of The Beautiful Queen.
Unbeknownst to Rhea, her features, her habits and to her very purpose in NRC has changed. Taking up the role of the vultures, the very same that were a part of the untimely demise of The Beautiful Queen in the original story.
Since our girl is 18 yrs old but still as fresh and as helpless as a newborn in this strange world, she is what Crowley likes to call a 'Floating Student'. She is still originally placed within the first years due to the curriculum and all but she is required to participate in a few classes as well as events that are part of the 2nd and 3rd years. One of the reasons being is to catchup, relearn and 'socialize amongst her age group' (Headmage's words). So all in all, more assignments, make-up classes after school. Rhea's fine...so far.
The last name 'Villanelle' comes from poetry. Originally centered around pastoral scenes and many themes about the countryside. Recently, poets and writers use to talk about all sorts of things like celebration, sadness, love and loss.
I wanted to give her this name to appeal to her artistic and literature side, pretty much giving cottage-core vibes. Mostly her romanticizing certain aspects of her old mundane life before she got isekai'd into TWST. Another reason being is that it sounds like 'villain' and TWST IS based on Disney Villains so I thought it could be funny-
Likes to like for 'junk' and upcycle it into something beautiful and useful. (This was inspired by vultures who are like scavengers and scavengers break down the corpses or leftovers so that it could recycle into the ecosystem and shi-)
Because of this nature, she's good buddies with our hyena boi Ruggie, who helps her find cool stuff around campus and in turn, she would give these crafts for him to sell.
Has a habit of picking stuff up from the ground or in random places that she presumes are unwanted. Especially pretty, peculiar or shiny things. (Inspired by birds' habit and as a part of Rhea's overall curious nature)
With her habit of gathering stuff, her eyes are very keen into finding such items even when they're in the corner of her eye. (Vultures having keen sense like good eyesight and sense of smell)
Whenever she does find something or even someone interesting, she has this weird ass habit of circling around them until she's certain that they're approachable.
Speaking of and ironically, this girl unfortunately wears glasses almost everyday due to astigmatism. However, there were occasions that she could still find things even without them due to her intuition.
With her sense of smell being more sensitive, she gets light headed whenever she's in alchemy/potions class and then gets excused to the nurse's office quite often. (Professor Crewel gives the nurse a heads up every time at this point)
Often gets messy be it intentional or unintentional. often times there's a twig somewhere in her hair for god knows what reason. Tis a good thing she has her trusty hygiene kit with her at all times.
Like the vultures in Snow White, she is always accompanied by someone wherever and whenever she goes out. You'd always find her in a duo or more.
Speaking of, her closest friends are Epel and Jack (her classmates~) Ruggie, Light Music Club (who originally wanted her in their club) and Rook (Whom she looks up to and see as an older brother figure)
With clubs, Crowley thought it would be a fun idea to draw lots of what Rhea's club is going to be (not even telling her beforehand smh). Low and behold the Headmage got Magical Shif/Spelldrive.
Rhea really got into broom flying class as she gets to see the view from up above, she also likes the wind in her but most importantly the rush she gets while up in the air.