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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Malleus Draconia - "The Fear"

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In which you struggle to understand why so many people are afraid of Malleus Draconia when he's oh so lovely. Or; in which a certain dragon fae finds out a few habits of yours that may be disturbing to the average person but after the initial confusion he's actually very flattered.

                                                                                                   

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"You know... I really don't get it."

"Oh? What don't you get?"

"It's just– How are people afraid of you? I mean, look at you."

"Hm?"

"Clearly they've been looking at you at the wrong angle, cause all I see is a precious boy that wouldn't hurt a fly if he could help it."

"Precious you say—"

"I mean– Have they not seen your smile? Your adorable, holy, shining relic of a smile that could kill gods?"

"Kill gods? Well, I wouldn't say that—"

"You're too cute to be scary. Seriously! Here– look at this picture I took of you taking care of Gao Gao Dragon-kun; you look so cute when you're focused!"

"Oh really, I— Wait. When did you take this?"

"Oh! And this one! This was when you were admiring gargoyles on your walk yesterday! That look in your eyes when you see something you love just completes me in a way!"

"Oh. I was certain that I was alone then—"

"Anyway, the point is that you're adorable and handsome and perfect and in no way scary! Anyone who tells you otherwise I'll whoop their ass, okay? No one fucks whith my baby!"

"Ah... Hehehe~ Oh, my child of man, you truly know how to flatter me, don't you?"

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[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

OMG SAW UR ASKS WERE OPEN AND I RAN SO FAST HFJDJSBS

Anyways ok so imagine *trips over my own feet* imagine uhm baking cookies *stumbling* baking cookies with Lilia:3

No pressure ofc! I hope u will enjoy writing this if u do! And make sure to drink after and take care of urself!

Flour Belongs In The Cookies; Lilia Vanrouge

Content; Gender-neutral reader, fluff, some pining

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; Cloudy, you do know how bad his cooking is, right? Besides that, I hope you enjoy what I did with this little prompt!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You knew full well going into this that Lilia … wasn’t the best person to leave around food. Well, you didn’t know to the full extent how ‘bad’, ‘revolting’, and ‘utterly cursed’ he was according to his dormmates (and adoptive family? Still trying to wrap your head around that one, to be honest). 

Yet, as you were both adding ingredients to the batch of cookies you were making, he had done nothing to tamper with the recipe or mess up by accident. Perhaps Silver, Sebek and Malleus were just overexaggerating it? Lilia has been completely fine, a great helper even! 

“So,” you cleared your throat, breaking the quiet (which was both comfortable yet awkward). “Why did you want to bake cookies with me? Not that I mind, just curious is all.”

Lilia looked up from the wet and dry ingredients he was combining and offered you a cheeky smile with a wink. “Hmm, do I need a reason to do so,” he breathed with a silent chuckle, sneaking some of the raw dough into his mouth.

You tutted, taking the bowl away from him. “I don’t need you getting sick from eating that now–”

But your attempt at lecturing was silenced by a small puff of flour being slapped gently on your cheek; a white handprint now on it. “RUDE!”

Lilia was having a good old laugh, from either getting flour on you, the shocked expression on your face, or a combination of the two (knowing him, it was bound to be the last one). He was actually getting pink in the face because of it; was he even taking breaks from laughing to breathe???

“Ah, lighten up! Plus,” he paused and covered your hand in flour and gently slapped it on his cheek, “there, we match now.” 

His magenta eyes were twinkling with mischief and you found yourself gently shaking your head and chuckling. Sighing, you picked up some flour with your hands and made it look like you were just going to cover the countertop with it, but you swerved, and slapped it into Lilia’s hair.

Lilia coughed, and rubbed at his eyes, trying to get the flour out of his eyes, but once he opened them again, you were gone. So we’re playing games now? But he just wheezed in delight and gave chase, a cup full of flour on hand so he could repay the favour. After all, since you both had matching handprints on your cheeks, you deserved to be bestowed some flour on your head.

“And here you were saying it was rude of me for that first move,” he called out into the dorm. They couldn’t have gotten far now.

He heard the curtains ruffle, and he floated over, not making a sound.

Peaking oh so carefully behind the curtains, he spotted you, silently giggling to yourself. And that’s when he made his move.

“Found you!~” And he sprinkled the flour over your head; much more gently than you did to him.

You groaned, knowing it would take a bit to get the flour out from everything… but the way Lilia floated overhead made it look like he was sprinkling snow… was he always this pretty? Even with him covered in flour, you still felt your heart flutter.

You mentally slapped your cheeks though, and got yourself up. 

“Guess you did… but that was fun,” you chuckled, dusting yourself off to the best of your ability.

The moment though was ruined by your smoke alarm going off; it was a wonder that those even worked, but hey, at least they worked.

Rushing to the kitchen, you opened up the oven to have a mass of black smoke smelling of burnt food of some sort enveloping the both of you.

“What happened?!” You coughed out, trying to open up the windows and doors to let out the smoke.

Lilia grimaced, “Ah… perhaps I set the oven too high.”

And even though you had fun making the now coal-like cookies, perhaps store-bought would have been better…

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[kyupidos]

04/02/24’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

<3 stood still, when we first metヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘eels are covardes—hence how the tweels are when it comes to romance.’

characters. octavinelle : floyd leech , jade leech ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, pre-relationship, romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. ‘the tweels could never be flustered’ this, ‘the tweels are slick when it comes to romance’ that.. i choose FREEDOMMMM!!

f. leech

— it’s a sure fact; eels are cowards, and with no exceptions, as is floyd. think him as intimidating, scary, a mereel who’s more than willing to terrorize a few people if it seems fun enough. but deep down, he’s very much a coward. at the very least, that much is true when it comes to who interests him most—you. he can’t recall exactly when you caught his heart, like a fisherman after some catfish for his dinner. but he knows for a fact, and remembers how all of a sudden you sent his heart a flutter. maybe, so long as you’re attentive enough, you’ll notice the way he tries ( and fails ) to hide his mushy smily face that makes it ever so obvious how much he truly finds himself infatuated with you, the way he at times twiddles his thumbs when you joke together like he wants to say something more, but his nerves leave him to back down.

— after all; despite their frightening features, especially floyd all things considered, eels are cowards. oh, but that’s alright, because even if he can’t seem to spit out even the words ‘you’re real nice lookin!’, at least there’s the true fact that, lo and behold, you’re capable. go ahead, be physically affectionate with him, tease him a bit so long as he’s in a good mood, just return the favor of romance. all of it, are things he absolutely lives for. especially when it comes to physical affection, even just a teasing hand hold is enough to get him flustered and looking away from you, albeit with a pout.

— really, he tries ( and still fails ) to tease you back, but when it comes to you, it really doesn’t seem to work, does it? “boo, shrimpy..you’re no funnn..” he’ll pout, and he pouts even more when you just giggle in response. what’ll be the ticking point though, for him to sum up his courage and confess to you? that’s where a gift comes in—some shiny jewelry, specifically speaking, a necklace. surprise him from behind and put it on, maybe let your touch linger around his neck. especially then, you can take the time to adore his ever so flustered face.

— he can barely keep in his sheepish delight, so mark his words, by after school hours he’s hunting you down over to ramshackle; albeit you get there first, so despite his nervousness telling him to run away, he knocks on your door, forcing himself to with his other hand. thus when you finally open the door, he proceeds to immediately envelop you in a hug, and pay attention to the way he kept the necklace on, as it clinked softly against your bodies at the quick movement. “eh, shrimpy..you like me right? that’s why you gave me this pretty stuff?” he’ll ask, head nuzzled into your neck like he’s scared to see if you reject the notion, so go ahead and pat his head and tell him outright, that you love him. so floyd summons bravery once more with his toothy grin, and gives you a peck on the cheeks in his glee.

j. leech

— when the jaws open wide ‘n then it gets all shy, that’s a moorayyy..and that’s also jade. indeed more reserved, though still as menacing as floyd, and yet so long as you push the right buttons, it’s rather easy to get him flustered. as equal a coward as his brother, but his usual smooth, calm-face helps him a bit, though he clasps a clenched fist to keep himself from trying to hold your hand in case you’d rather not and his eyes dart around when he tries to make eye contact with you. maybe he’d be good at hiding his feelings, if not for the way he hitches when you give him even the slightest of affection, like grabbing at the fabric of his sleeve to take him to eat lunch with you.

— he can go ahead and try to be suave, especially with his “do be gentle with me”, but well and goodness believe that he goes to bed kicking his feet and giggling like a high school girl whenever you act smoothly in reply. at the very least, your blatant honesty with your compliments and praise evens out with his cowardice that causes him to suck in a breath, leaving him without the ability to come up with a smooth comeback. give him some time to lessen his fluster, to keep up his reputation as the ‘humble, gentle’ mereel his first impressions leave him to be.

— and goodness, how he’s left with a flushed face whenever you give him princess treatment, run your fingers through his hair and offer to feed him food when he teasingly suggests it ( and his mind is like tv static..he didn’t expect it, but he really, really enjoyed it!! ). but to finally get the feeling across so he feels comfortable enough to know his love is requited .. you’re going to have to be direct here, and ask if he’d like to have dinner with you at ramshackle. at that point, no matter how impressive he may have been in hiding his shyness before, he’s just barely keeping himself together from stuttering when he agrees, his sharp teeth showing just barely then.

— for just one last time, feed him some food as you eat together, in comfortable silence before jade finally collects himself once he realizes you truly aren’t just teasing him, that you really did ask him out on a date, which he was brave enough to accept. maybe he lets a nervous chuckle before he takes hold of his utensils, still barely able to look you in the eye, unsure of how he managed to gather the bravery to do it even just then. “for you to treat me ever so kindly like this..” and just a slight quiver in his voice which he berates himself over, “by any chance..have you taken a liking to me?” and that, then, is when you can confess—ask to kiss him if you’d like, his stomach will do twirls sure; but he’ll say yes.

[shy-baby-birb]

Malleus Draconia Appreciation Post!

We love our goth boys here, so appreciate my lovely husband!

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Hnggh! Goth dragon boy! Pictures number three and eight killed my poor simping heart! He's so pretty!! This poor man needs affection, I wish he was real so I could give him some! I'd be the greatest best friend that I can just to make Malleus happy! Anything for this man! 🤧

                                                                                                   

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[4e7her]

october writing prompt #27 - "let me be the one protecting you.”

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character: sebek zigvolt, twst

contains: slight yandere themes, gn reader

"Let me be the one protecting you. The only one." Sebek's tone was almost desperate, trying to convince the both of you of his words as he gripped your shoulders. It didn't hurt. If anything, his touch was but gentle, as if you were something fragile, something he coveted beyond all else. "...Please. Please, allow me to be the one to protect you."

You didn't know where this was coming from, not really. There had been no major events in your life that could've prompted this behavior, nor concern for your safety.

"What? What's bringing this up, all of a sudden?"

He looks pained by your confusion, like the questioning tone you held would stab through his heart if you didn't wield it carefully.

"I know I've devoted myself to Malleus, but... I find that you occupy my heart and my mind more frequently than the lord I serve. It won't be long until my soul spins itself into disarray, with these lines between priorities blurring." Suddenly, he kneels before you, looking up at you with earnest and determined eyes. Was this... some kind of tradition that you didn't understand? An elaborate confession? "Allow me to lend myself as your sword."

“I- Sebek, what?” You usher him to stand up, not wanting anyone to stumble across you two in this strange situation. “I think I’m missing something here. I appreciate the thought, really, but-”

“So you accept!” Sebek’s hearing seems to be selective as he perks up enthusiastically, all traces of possible heartbreak gone from his expression as he pops up from his spot on the floor and grins at you. It was like a switch had been flipped. “You had me worried for a moment, human. But of course, to think that you would decline me would be foolish.”

“That’s not what-”

“I’m so glad that you feel the same!” He’s trampling over any of your attempts to speak up, eyes shining with happiness and delusion. You don’t think that anything you say would convince him of your true meaning, now that he’s got it into his head that you agreed with him. Fuck. “It’s obvious that you must be honored to hold my interest, but there are no need for thanks. I must tell my liege immediately!”

He brings you forward into a crushing hug for merely a moment, energy swirling like that of a tempest storm, before he suddenly rushes off with shouts for Malleus. You… have no clue what the fuck just happened.

[h2llish]

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VIL SCHOENHEIT ── when it could've been ☆ angst, heartbreak, requited feelings, gender neutral, lowercase intended, not proofread

inspired by my fic from me to you

he remembered the moment you came to him, with a smile so sad and ready to be rejected as you gave him a envelope with your handwriting at the top, for vil. with it, a rose wrapped safely in ribbon. by the look on your face and the shyness in your tone as you gave it to him, he could guess what was in the letter tucked inside the envelope must've been important, at least to you. you didn't bother to wait for him to open and read it, you didn't seem to want a response if he did, only apologizing and thanking him before turning away.

rook was with him, with a knowing look that looked a little sad in similar to your smile. he questioned it, but rook brushed him off in rook fashion, telling him it wasn't his place to speak on your behalf. what did he know that vil didn't? the actor wondered silently but trusted his friend despite his question and worry for you.

so vil tucked the letter away and waited till he was alone in his room. as the day ended and he finished his night routine, he sat comfortably on his bed and grabbed the letter.

dear vil,

i've written this letter six times now, and i know that if i continue to read over this, i'll never gather the courage to give it to you. so please excuse how messy it is, and the mistakes you may possibly find.

by the time you get this, i'll be ready to leave for my world. ortho found me a way home, and i wish to return there, even though i'll miss a lot of people here. i'll miss you the most. i'm sorry you had to find out through a letter, a lot of my friends remained unaware, but when you get this, they'll all know just like you.

perhaps you've caught on, but rook was one of the few who knew, he also knew you were going to receive this letter. but, if you are upset at all, please don't be upset with him. i asked him to keep things to himself, he wasn't even meant to know. he was just respecting my wishes.

to the reason of my letter, this is where it might get messy, i hope you understand.

vil, i think you're wonderful, amazing even. while i know how we started off may not have been the most eventful or greatest, you've been respectful. even after you overblot, and forgive me for bringing it up, you've been nothing but kind to me and i thank you. when you offered your own money to ramshackle and then helped rebuild it when it was damaged, i was incredibly grateful.

you work hard, and you care about your dorm. not everyone may see it, but i do vil. you've done your research, have gotten to know everything about your dormmates, and made diets and routines just for them. it shows you really care.

we've gotten close. i care about you, and i think you care about me. we're friends.

but i'll be honest with you, my feelings for you have become more. i'm falling in love with you. i understand if you don't feel the same, i'd feel better if you don't, knowing my feelings were unrequited so i can leave with the guilt of only leaving my friends.

i'll probably be gone by now, and if not, i ask that you don't approach me. i wouldn't be able to keep myself together if you do. i want to go home, nothing will stop me from doing that. i'm sorry we can't have a proper goodbye, but for my own reasons, selfish i understand, i can't face you so this will have to do.

goodbye vil. and thank you for being my friend.

perhaps things could've been different.

sincerely, your friend, [name].

romantic feelings were new for the actor, you were the first person he'd felt anything for. he loved you; he realized as he sat there, hair pulled back neatly and mask on his face. he pinched the end of the letter in his feelings, relaxing when he worried he would tear it.

he respected your wishes in the letter, remaining in his room as he read over the words once more. although it was heavy on his shoulders, he knew even if he had left to confess his requited feelings, your decision would have never changed.

perhaps things could've been different, but you'd always choose your home, and he could not blame you.

patting myself on the back for managing to write something even if it's short. my headaches chilled out again and i took advantage.

do not repost, translate, copy or run my writing through an ai

[cvlutos]

I bet Leona Kingscholar would dream about you often. The types of dreams that feel so real, that he'd confuse it for an actual memory. That he'd be so certain that this was his reality, until he wakes up to a speck of sun in his face. Yet he can't be bothered, only rolling to his side still thinking of the lovely dream from before.

That he'll scold himself silently for think it was true, yet he commits the dream to memory. Determined to remember it. As he goes throughout his day, his thoughts constantly mulling over the dream, and Ruggie sometimes sees the tiniest smile stretch across his lips. Yet in a moment the smile is gone, yet Ruggie is certain that it's there.

I bet Leona Kingscholar is the type to smile at nothing, seeing the small things that remind him of you and it makes him happy. He's quick to catch himself, quick to ignore the object, yet it happens again and again.

At some point he'll become annoyed with the object for simply being an object and not actually you. He'll curse it for being such a reminder, yet he won't move it. Nor ignore it. Sparing a short second to stare.

I bet Leona Kingscholar loves cleaning your face. He won't do it often, but sometimes he likes seeing a few crumbs on your face, or some drink droplets. He'll tease you, calling you messy and clumsy, but for a moment you'll see his eyes soften as he uses his thumb to wipe the corner of your lips, that lingers. Or he'll toss a napkin in your face, pleased to hear your laugh or fake offended gasp.

For some undescribable reason. It makes Leona Kingscholar happy.

[juno-of-wonderland]

I want sick headcanons for Octavinelle and for the Royal duo (Barbatos and Diavolo)

Please 🥹

ok, obey will have to be on the secondary blog because this one is just twst and I hope that with sick you meant that

Jade Leech

-he knows you're not well just by looking, and in a gentle voice he asks you first (out of courtesy) how you are and then what you're feeling -if you say you're fine, he'll make it clear that he doesn't believe you -I think the first reaction would be to check your temperature with a hand on your forehead and be prepared that his hand is cold -will take you to bed and make you as comfortable as possible -strokes your cheek before looking for something to ease your discomfort -Do you need a specific type of food? He goes to the monster lounge and brings it to you. Do you need a drink? is already delivered. Do you need hugs? why did not you say it before! he will love curling up with you

Azul Ashengrotto

-he notices something wrong, but doesn't know what it is -he prepares a special day before asking anything, thinking you are overloading yourself -your favorite meal in the lounge and a massage and he even got a coupon for a spar -and then you say you are sick -this man goes crazy -What are you feeling? Does you have a fever? discomfort? pain? dizziness? -look for the best medicine for this and also research foods that he (or Jade) could make for you

Floyd Leech

-How can someone who has such a huge drop in emotion take care of their favorite person? seriously, how? -Actually he tries, but I don't think he will help much until some divine blessing falls -and he is so calm -kissing you wherever he can reach, because he will lie down somewhere with you -maybe he bites a little -send a message to Jade like: "hey the shrimp is sick, do you think it's going to die? since shrimp only live for a short time" and Jade you help you and him

[mshroom1e]

Could you write some soft fluff where Jamil and the readerfall asleep studying together in his dorm and the reader wakes up and attempts to leave but Jamil convinces her to stay?

This sounded so cute! To be honest, it was a little challenging to picture a scene like this with Jamil, but I think I got it. I just hope it isn't too ooc.

type: fanfic

Summary: A short and hopefully sweet fic about snoozing during study time with Jamil Viper.

1.3k words

tags: hand holding, headpats

Warning(s): none

Orange hues painted the sky outside Jamil's windows as the sun vacated for the day. Somehow, you'd ended up together in his dorm room studying for a test that was scheduled for the next week or so. Originally, your feline partner in crime, Grim tagged along to your little meetup, however one look at the content you needed to learn for the test was enough to bore him out of his mind and he was soon passed out on Jamil's bed.

He didn't seem to mind Grim's snoring that played like background music as he calmly continued to explain what you were going to cover. You were a good student, managing to absorb information efficiently and remember the most crucial parts you needed, much to Jamil's relief. Hence, your study session was smooth sailing so far.

Your temporary tutor had his own homework to do, so he left you with some questions that recapped the subject you were revising for the day and told you that you'd go over them together. As well as helping you, it was good practice for him as teaching topics to another person helped solidify the concepts in his mind as well.

"Take another look at question 7," he pointed with a pen, circling your mistake.

"Right," you nodded, immediately looking over the papers.

For a few minutes, the only sound in the room was shuffling of papers and a little sniffle here and there from one of you as the temperatures were dropping with the approach of night. You'd been so focused on completing the makeshift assessment that you'd compiled with Jamil that you didn't notice the lack of movement from the guy.

"Jamil, so for this one, do you-" you stopped yourself before you could finish. The sight of Jamil with his arms folded over his chest, his head carefully tilted to the side, eyes shut, and strands of hair straying from his now loose braids caused you to freeze.

Honestly, you couldn't blame him. Being a full-time student at a school like NRC and simultaneously looking after Kalim and his rambunctious energy 25 hours a day must've been demanding. He was bound to run out of energy at some point. Compared to his usual stoic face and his trying-his-best-not-to-lose-it energy, his sleeping form was serene and picturesque. You didn't want to come across as a creep, but in all honesty, it was difficult not to stare at someone so pretty.

Slow, shallow breaths allowed his chest to rise up and down at a steady pace. With each small movement he made, another strand of hair fell out of place, and he seemed to relax even more. You were tempted by the idea of running your fingers through his dark brown locks to detangle any bits of hair that were hooked around each other. A soft smile graced your features as you stared at him, enamoured. His face adorned with a comfortable expression that contrasted nicely against the usual sharpness in his eyes.

You'd be lying if you said your heart wasn't melting at how peaceful Jamil looked.

There was a sudden gust of wind outside, which diffused its cold air into the room, causing Jamil to shiver in his sleep. Desert nights were freezing, and the only thing keeping Jamil warm was the thin, burgingy hoodie that he always wore under his school blazer. Without thinking, you reached for the nearest blanket and quickly covered Jamil with it.

Just as yawning was contagious, sleep was too. Watching the boy in front of you was such a calming scene. Your eyelids grew heavy, and you were slowly losing the willpower to force them open for any longer. You allowed the sandman to get you as you eventually fell asleep.

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Soft caresses and strokes on your head woke you from your nap. As you stirred and your eyes slowly opened, the mystery hand that pet you flinched. Your vision finally adjusted to the dim lights of the room. Jamil seemed to still be half asleep, judging by the slow pace of his movements and how his eyes were half-lidded with sleepiness. When you became fully awake and able to notice the hand that was still tangled in your hair, Jamil's face heated up, and he reluctantly pulled away.

"Sorry," you could hear the pout in his voice.

You laughed, your voice a little raspy. "I don't mind." It was true, though. It was nice to feel the warmth from his fingers lingering in your currently messy strands. "And... you're cute when you're sleepy..." You murmured. It seemed to spur him to wakefulness more than anything else ever had. His cheeks warmed further, and he quickly averted his gaze.

"Oh, um... thanks," He stuttered nervously. His hands clenched and unclenched as if he were struggling internally over something.

"Do you want to...um..." His cheeks were even warmer than before. It wasn't like Jamil to get so nervous, and you realised he wouldn't be able to continue speaking without choking on the words. In the end, he settled with clearing his throat to gain the confidence back. He tried to speak again, but nothing came out. Instead, he shook his head, making his dishevelled hair sway.

Silver ribbons of moonlight framed Jamil's head as he sat between you and the window. The light that surrounded his profile gave him an ethereal appearance that enhanced the beauty of his features. You wished you had the camera to capture this moment forever. To preserve it for eternity. However, you knew that it would be strange to do so suddenly and let the thought free from your mind.

Moonlight, huh. The next thing that came to mind was how terribly late it was. You groaned, rubbing at your tired eyes. "I should probably get going."

As you made the motion of standing up to pick up your cat-like companion and retun to your dorm, Jamil's hand latched onto your wrist, causing you to stop in your tracks. The surprise of seeing those strong yet gentle digits wrapped around your wrist made your heart beat faster, but the feeling faded within seconds.

His face was inches away from yours now, and it seemed as if your whole body was on high alert. With his hand firmly holding onto yours and keeping you in place, he didn’t seem to budge, yet his face remained with a slightly conflicted expression.

"Can you.. stay?" Jamil asked quietly like it was a question to himself, rather than to you. There was something about the way he spoke, almost as if he was afraid that he might say something wrong and cause the atmosphere between you two to change. Was that it? Did he really want to spend more time with you? If you didn't know any better, you would've gaped at him like a fish.

However, before you could reply to his question, Jamil began to elaborate, lowering his gaze. "It's late, and walking all the way to your dorm from the school building is dangerous in the dark."

"Yeah, you're right," you nodded. The path between your beaten up dorm and NRC's main building was poorly maintained and you'd tripped over a loose stone tile or a piece of vine that grew out from the ground below it more often than you'd like to admit.

Jamil visibly relaxed at your agreement. "Are you hungry?" He suggested.

"Starving actually," you admitted, and Jamil offered a small smile.

"I can make you something to eat," He stood to his feet, his hold on your wrist sheepishly transfered to your hand before letting go. "Most of the dorm must've eaten dinner already, but I'm sure we can find something."

"That sounds great," you grinned. You sent a look at Grim, who was still passed out asleep after all this time and shook your head with a fond smile.

"I guess I'll have to save him some late night dinner, too."

[twistedwonderworm]

Rainy Day (TWST FLUFF)

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x GN!reader

Warnings: N/A

Word count: 426

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The rain tapped on the windows like impatient fingers. Y/N was a little sad that they couldn't have the picnic that they had been planning with Lilia for a week, but maybe they could have one on a later date. They were in Lilia's room with the picnic basket they packed sitting on their lap. The fae didn't seem to mind the rain as he rummaged through a box.

"I know you're sad that we can't go outside and have a picnic today, dear, but that doesn't mean our date will be ruined!" Lilia looked excited and desperate to cheer his beloved up. "I mean we can have our picnic here in my room. We can even play video games and cuddle if you want!"

Y/N thought for a moment before smiling and nodding, "That sounds wonderful, love." Lilia smiles back, and together the lovers set up for their indoors picnic by spreading the picnic blanket across Lilia's floor. After it was perfect, they sat down to eat the quick but filling lunch Y/N had made for them. The two made small talk as they ate, and after eating, they cleaned up before setting up the game system.

Y/N sat between Lilia's legs, their back against the fae's chest as they both waited for the system to boot up, "I'm so glad that I get to be with you right now." The human said softly. "I was afraid the weather would ruin our date."

Lilia chuckled softly, planting a sweet kiss to Y/N's head, "You don't have to worry about that, darling. Nothing could possibly ruin any time I get to spend with you. I'll always have backup plans if anything goes wrong."

"I never knew a fae would do that much for a measly little human," Y/N teased their boyfriend, turning back to the TV as the game started up. They felt Lilia's arms wrap around their waist, holding his controller. Though they were aware of how his arms tightened around them.

"Most might not due to the animosity between our people," The Diasomnia student's voice was soft, "But I'm different. You're so special to me so there's nothing I wouldn't do to keep you happy and by my side." He pressed another kiss to their head. Y/N smiled and the two started bringing up happier topics as they played, like Lilia's story about his latest culinary disaster. Y/N didn't care of faes and humans didn't get along. As long as they had Lilia, they'd be happy.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Leona Kingscholar - "Snuggle Bug"

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In which a certain lion beastman, while feeling rather soft, snatches you up from your dorm and slinks back to the comfy confines of his bedroom to smother you with affection. Or; In which Leona Kingscholar kidnaps you from your one-person study session and forces you to pamper him until he's satisfied.

                                                                                                   

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"You know, you could've just invited me over, right?"

You ask rhetorically to the man snuggling his head into your shoulder; his rounded ears flickering a bit as your voice reaches them.

The feline beastman chuffs as he ignores your words; grabbing your hand and putting it on his head in an unspoken order to run your fingers through his mane of hair. You, of course, comply; leading him to let out a soft and pleased groan as he mindlessly plays with the hem of your shirt.

"You're so cuddly today; something happen Leo?"

You humm quietly; gently pinching one of his soft ears and rubbing between your fingers.

"Hah? If you're gonna complain, I'll just go to sleep; Ruggie nags me enough as it is."

Leona groans in annoyance; tail irritably thumping against the soft mattress.

You only chuckle in response; pressing a sweet kiss to his temple. He doesn't bother moving away and even lets out a sigh of contentment.

The lion beastman had been feeling weirdly inclined to be physically affectionate today; going as far as to burst into your room earlier and carry you off to his own. He even held you tightly in his arms the entire way there; ignoring the confused stares, whispered comments, and nosy inquiries.

Now this isn't to say that Leona is ashamed of you. On the contrary; he's rather proud to be your lover. However, the territorial beast-man would rather be intimate in the comfort of his bedroom; keeping your beautiful form away from prying eyes.

"I love you."

You murmur into the man's hair.

The prince huffs; chuckling softly as you feel him smirk into your neck. He reclines backwards onto a small pile of stacked pillows; large hands holding onto the underside of your thighs to keep you steady. As his chest gently presses against your own, you feel his deep rumbles of contentment.

Perhaps he'd be up for something like this tomorrow as well?

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Reader’s Cooking is Worse than Lilia’s?!  -Diasomnia Edition

Somehow, your cooking is worse than Lilia’s. Was it always like this, or did travelling to TWST change it?

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt

Content: platonic, crack, gender neutral reader

Find the rest of the Series: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde

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Malleus Draconia

Oh, Child of Man, you brought a treat! Oh dear, Silver seems to have fallen asleep on your shoulder… the muffins are now burning in the fireplace :( He really wanted to try that recipe you’d been excitedly talking about earlier. Maybe next time?

Silver mentions that the two of you should really hang out more, and that for some reason the Ramshackle kitchen is off-limits due to it constantly catching fire.

Sebek also keeps on confiscating any treats you bring. Are they so good that he likes them? Or maybe you and Sebek are finally becoming friends! Of course, you two would be friends, that’s it!

He is almost completely clueless, but he does see some of the items you pack for lunch and finally puts two and two together; his Child of Man is an awful cook. Worse than Lilia. Perhaps he should thank Sebek…

Lilia Vanrouge

He notices that everyone looks anxious whenever you bring up your cooking. It must be really good then! He mentions that you two should cook together sometime! Oh, Grim set the kitchen on fire by accident? No worry, come to the Diasomnia kitchen!

When both of you arrive at the kitchen though you find all the cooking supplies either missing or broken. 

Lilia starts to catch on that something or rather someone is interfering with both him and you from cooking together. You only help further his suspicions when you tell him all the weird things that have been happening…

But before you can tell him all the details Silver shows up and tells Lilia that Malleus wants him. Guess the two of you will have to cook on a different day! What he didn’t notice was Silver sweating and looking relieved, and Sebek hiding in a corner.

Silver

He unfortunately has experience with this sort of thing. He’s also slightly terrified of you and the thought that you could potentially teach Lilia your cooking. That thought alone gives him a mission; keep you away from the kitchen and Lilia!

The rest of Diasomnia also pitches in; Malleus doesn’t really know what’s going on but is happy to spend time with his Child of Man, and Sebek does it to keep Malleus safe. Silver is just happy that he isn’t fighting this battle alone and hopes that Lilia doesn’t catch on to his scheme.

Oh, you brought cupcakes for him and the rest of Diasomnia? He accidentally falls asleep holding them and drops them into the fireplace. He brings you some as an apology and to keep you from suspecting anything.

All worth it though to keep yourself and others safe. If only it worked on Lilia...

Sebek Zigvolt

He thinks you’re trying to poison Malleus at first. But he soon comes to realize that everything you cook turns out like some eldritch horror. He’ll still stick to Silver’s plans, for Waka-sama!!! not because he’s scared of you or anything

He has eaten any food you’ve brought over before word got to the others. He is not sure whether or not to be happy that he recovers from eating it though, since the cycle seems to be never-ending… And you just think that he really likes your cooking so you just bring more. Poor Sebek.

Silver has found him crying in the corner one time after you left, lamenting the fact that he ate the “treats” you brought over earlier. Silver pats his comrade on the shoulder for his stupid but brave actions.

Whenever your name is mentioned he visibly tenses up, but if anyone mentions it he will deny it, you know, like a liar.

[kyupidos]

I would like to request a twst overblot gang x reader ( separate and only do a few of them if you can't do all!! ) :D , the idea is reader missed their birthday cause it was on the day they overblotted ( things was so chaotic and they literally just forgot about it ) and only remembered it after they started dating them!! (I would absolutely love you if you make azul's first cause he's my fav lol)

09/10/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

ink flavored cake ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘when your future boyfriend turns into a blot-consumed monster, things can get hectic; forgetting things is only natural, no?”

characters. overblot boys : riddle rosehearts , leona kingscholar , azul ashengrotto ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, silly romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. ty for the req anon ^-^ !! this took me some time to work on because i was trying to figure out how it would work, but yk i had to get it out before monday; though i had to cut back on the amount of characters. maybe i’ll do a part 2 if i’m motivated enough. usually i order characters by order of dorm, but i’ll make an exception for you here since, what’s not to love about azul?

a. ashengrotto

— you don’t blame yourself for having forgotten your own birthday, though it’s a shame; three days to obtain a picture in a museum under the sea or else your only living space will be taken from you, being forced to spend the nights at savanaclaw, and then finally, the third overblot of the year. the third! in the end though, you figured it didn’t matter too much. who would be able to celebrate your birthday with you, people from a whole different world than you?

— though you also didn’t expect things to get hectic romantically, you’re not upset about that either; so you sat with azul in his office, spending time together in comfortable silence as he got some work done. it seemed as though something had randomly popped up in his mind, though, as he carefully put his tea cup down on the coaster and turned to you. “also, i should ask, angelfish— when is your birthday? i’d like to remember so i can treat you.” for a moment, you debate how to respond. it’s already been three or four months since that day. “well..it already passed.” azul sighed, looking disappointed in a way you could quite express, before he continued, “oh? well that’s a shame. but nonetheless, what’s the date?” “ah..the day you overblotted?”

— you can’t help but notice the air turn heavy as the silence once comfortable turned awkward, azul appearing more miffed than before. at least, not long before; “well, is there anything in particular you wanted for your birthday?” you hummed in confusion before he started again, this time more confident, “it doesn’t matter if the time has gone, you’re my lover correct? i still might as well get you something special.” in any normal situation you would have probably shook your head politely and say it wasn’t necessary, but this was related to your birthday. of course, you took up his offer— you weren’t going to give up a birthday gift that easy.

l. kingscholar

— some people believed that no matter how different you two were, in some ways you were certainly akin to your lover, leona. after all, you didn’t seem too concerned with the way you missed your birthday, which was on the day of your lover’s overblot, no less; in fact, though you did seem upset to some degree, you didn’t seem to be nettled at all by the concept. although such a fact wasn’t exactly something people were aware of yet, at least not until leona himself became aware of it.

— “eh, herbivore. by the way, when’s your birthday? i don’t think you ever told me.” ..right, you nearly forgot again. well, it’s not that big of a deal, you suppose; at least it was the day after, but you’re over that now. you guess. “ahh, yeah, it already passed.” leona yawned, facing away from you as he laid on his bed with you next to him, in a sort of sitting position. “oh? well when exactly was that?” you shrugged lackadaisically, counting your fingers as if counting down the days since it had passed. “probably..the day you overblotted, i guess?”

— very slowly, to the point it was almost funny, leona’s head slowly turned to face you. usually he wouldn’t be bothered by sentiments like this, as his face was downturned with a chagrin frown, but after all you were his lover. and plus, it’s a little embarrassing to have overblotted on said lover’s birthday; even if you didn’t know. he wasn’t even able to spoil you the day after in apology! “in that case..write me a list of everything you want.”

r. rosehearts

— having a birthday near the start of the school year wasn’t exactly the best in terms of celebrating with new school friends; especially when on your third day of school, your friends’ housewarden raged into an overblotted monster, pretty awkward, isn’t it? but in the end, you’d completely forgotten anyway, what with your whole in-another-world dilemma, and the aforementioned overblot— oh, and that you almost got expelled on the whole day, and moving into ramshackle..certainly some tough times on your end.

— but now, things have calmed, and you’re together with your now partner, riddle, having a two person tea party in heartslabyul’s garden. most of what you’re talking about is related to the things going on in heartslabyul, but you don’t really mind; if you want to change topics, you know he’ll listen. though suddenly as he rambles on to you about unbirthday parties, a highlight of the aftermath of his overblot ( as well as your birthday, not that he knew ), he looks at you with a sparkle in his eyes, “—oh and i must ask, when is your birthday, dear? we don’t only hold unbirthday parties, you know.”

— had it not been for that, you’d probably have forgotten again, having been months since the beginning of your journey in twisted wonderland; though, you’d probably still complain internally every now and then. “ahah, it already passed this year, y’know. totally forgot to mention it.” riddle looked perplexed for a second, unsure how one could forget their own birthday, before returning to his casual expression a second later. “..is that so? but when was it, even so?” “mm, third day of school.” riddle wasn’t an idiot, he remembered what happened that day. the main star was him, after all. so inevitably, he couldn’t help but feel upset that he unintentionally ruined your second day. “r-really..then..i’ll dedicate today to you, instead. tell me what you want, i’ll get it prepared; like i said previous, we take parties seriously.”

[shy-baby-birb]

Azul Ashengrotto Appreciation Post!

Feminine men are the shit so appreciate my handsome wife!

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He's way prettier than Vil by a long shot, I will take no arguments, I'm right and you know I'm right. You have to pry this reality from my cold dead hands, I promise you.

                                                                                                   

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[4e7her]

october writing prompt #26 - "choose me.”

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character: leona kingscholar, twst

contains: yandere themes, gn reader, reader is yuu

It wasn't uncommon for Leona to be someone's second choice.

He was used to it, really. He didn't mind it.

How could he, after so long of the same thing? He could only feel so much disappointment before it became the natural state of things, not being good enough. If this was his life, the fate that he was meant to suffer, he would get used to it. It was clear that none of his efforts would pull him out of second place by now.

But something about you had reignited the fire and the shame of losing.

All he wanted, all he needed, was to be your first choice. No one else's opinion mattered, if it was you. If he just heard it from you, if he could just see you choose him above all others - he would be able to live happily. Nothing would ever bring him down from that, he knew. He could feel it within the very fiber of his being.

You were the only one he needed approval from.

"...Why do you still hang around them?" Leona scoffed, the thrashing of his tail behind him betraying his upset. What need did you have for anyone else besides him? "Just find me if you need something. Don't bother with all those herbivores."

"I didn't want to bother you."

Sure, it was a reasonable response. One that might be expected, given who you were talking to - the second prince of the Afterglow Savannah, known for his distaste of extra work. Especially coming from someone in a position such as yourself, magicless and with no connections in this world.

"Tch, as if you could."

The lion roughly rested his hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, practically into his side. His tail wrapped around your waist on instinct alone as he examined you, like those that you had been around would've harmed you in some way.

"Stop messing with me. You need something, tell me. I'm all you need, so ignore those idiots and choose me."

[h2llish]

【╰ヾ❝ FROM ME TO YOU ✧„

ROOK HUNT ─── where ink will say what they couldn't ☆ a little bit of angst, gender neutral, reader is gone but it's not specified whether they went home or died so interpret that how you wish, lowercase intended, talks about sad grim as well lol (sobs)

the old dorm felt almost empty, lifeless. the ghosts didn't bother to greet anyone who entered, their love for pranks and scaring seeming to have vanished overnight. no one has seen the dire beast that was attached to their hip in so long, some believing him to have joined his second half wherever they were now. and when asking the first years who made it a regular occurrence to visit the dorm before and after class since they've gone, the group would only look off and shrug, never giving a verbal answer.

but one student knew where the beast could be found; curled up in the middle of the bed they once slept in, hugging a glove that undoubtedly belonged to them. he knew that grim was like a depressed cat, one who curled up beside their most trusted person when they found themselves on their deathbed, but grim had no person to curl up to. he knew grim was the last to see them, the last they said goodbye too. he knew grim was heartbroken (and he was too).

it's why it was such a surprise when he found the dire beast waiting outside the dorm with the ghosts floating sadly beside him.

when grim seen him, the monster held out a letter that had his name written in the prefect's handwriting and said, "it was the last thing they gave me. i didn' wanna give it to ya 'cause it smelled like them."

and when he took it from grim, the monster turned away and entered the dorm again, tail dragging behind him and his ears pinned against his head.

and when he opened the letter, the sight of their handwriting was enough to make him sick. and the contents of the letter made him ache.

dear rook hunt,

okay, how do i say this? i like you i don't think i'll ever give this to you. i'm too much of a coward. i mean, i'm writing this instead of telling you face-to-face. but you'd probably like to get a confession letter like this from someone you liked is it me wouldn't you? so in a way, i'm not that much of a coward as i write this! i'm still a coward i just realized i say random shit ramble even when i'm writing. the more you know, right?

okay, no, this is not why i'm writing this. but i don't know how to make this seem worth reading. not that i'll ever give this to you i'll just write? and hope it makes sense.

rook, i think you're amazing. i mean, you're wonderful. i don't know how to explain it in a way that doesn't seem like i'm just saying this. but you are.

you're really odd, but i like that about you. i know that whenever i need you, you'll be there, and i hope you know it's the same for me. i want to be there for you. for everything. for the times you visit another fan meet for neige, or when we meet up after classes. and during the good days and the bad. i want to know everything about you, all of you.

every time you compliment me, i get so flustered and i want to say all that back to you and more, but i always chicken out. told you i'm a coward i want to tell you how amazing you look every time i see you. do you know you always looks even more amazing every day? it's like every time i see you i notice something i didn't before. like that one time you wore black eyeliner instead of brown. did you run out of brown? it looked so nice, you should try more colors, not just brown. and did you know your eyes sometimes have a little bit of different colors when you're in the sun? i like when it turns a little grey. but i'll always like looking at your eyes regardless

i remember that one-time grim tore your glove because he was giving you a hard time. you tried to hide your hands. nobody else noticed but i did. are you shy about the scars on your hands? i seen them. they're beautiful rook, they tell stories. maybe one day you'll show me and tell me all about how you got them. do you trust me?

you probably don't see me the same way. you're way too good of a guy. and that's also why you'll probably never see this. fuck that sounds sad i'm sorry

i like you no that's not right ignore that.

i'm in love with you i'm not quite there to say i'm completely in love with you but i definitely don't just like you.

i'm falling in love with you, rook hunt.

and i'm sorry.

sincerely, the prefect [name]

so maybe i added some of my own headcannons in that letter.

anyways FUCK YEAH I WROTE SOMETHING >:D

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