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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ DRUNK DRUNK DRUNK !

ft. august stilza , fluff , crack , 0.4k , this was a request !

　"AUGUST, get your woman."

Enjin grumbled under his breath, not intending to sound mean or ill towards you. But you are acting unbearably childish right now under the influence of alcohol that he can't help himself but feel annoyed.

"Pfft— Your name is s-so..!" you hiccuped loudly, leaning against the yellow-haired male for support and booping his nose, "stupid!"

The man grimaced as you bursted into a fit of laughter, spit landing on his clean face. Actually he was about to drop you in front of the holy doors of your boyfriend and leave you.

But he is a gentleman and won't leave a defenseless wonan by her own — never mind, he knows you still can pull shit off even if you're drunk. Maybe you're even stronger than sober you, he should test it out.

"—I AM HERE!” the door bursted open, revealing August’s messy room and him dramatically standing at the entrance, “fear not for I am here!”

"Make it quick." Enjin deadpanned slightly before helping you stand upright and waiting for August to take the lead.

"Oh why hello!" his lips curled into the widest grin, wrapping his long arms around your waist and giving you a tight hug.

A giggle escaped your lips, breath fanning against his neck while you embraced the hug without complaints. "Good night." Enjin sends you two a tight lipped smile, turning his heel and leaving you two alone.

"My muse, my universe, love of my life, salvation to my despair!” he greeted you.

Pressing several, shameless kisses all over your face — covering you from head down to collarbone with his lips and then swirling around with you in his arms, arousing your giggles out of your throat.

“D-Do it again!” you hiccuped again, “do it again, do it again!”

“Of course. Whatever you wish for!” his grin widened if that was even possible.

You puffed out the excess air and plopped your head on top of his shoulder, body slumping down uncontrollably — yet he was there to catch you and hold you secure in his arms.

“Ehe… I’m so lucky.” you whispered, arms snaking around his neck. “To your bed..!”

“Why yes! You’re so right like always.” he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potato, “you must feel tired after the fun. But before you’ll be able to catch your beauty sleep, I shall help you get bed ready!”

“Noooo….” you whined.

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was gonna write tommorow but my family is forcing me to touch grass

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trey you piece of (poop) you better get ur pretty (butt) into my account's card list RIGHT NOW or im telling on you.

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COURTING YOU? SINCE WHEN?! Featuring Scarabia!

requested ask from here!!!

In the Scalding Sands, royals used to give their beloved brightly coloured feathers, representing their affection. If worn by their beloved, it showed that their affection was reciprocated.

Kalim Al-Asim! Whose eyes glimmered and shone just as bright as the rubies he had tucked away in the storeroom when you’d gifted him a peacock feather, eye-spot a shade of sapphire so mesmerising that you were sure Kalim would appreciate it! And appreciate it he did, looking at the feather and then at you, like he simply couldn’t believe it, eyes blown as wide as saucers - “You're giving this to me? Really? Are you sure?” Cheeks darkened and smile so giddy that you couldn’t help but wonder why he couldn’t stop giggling, before he grabbed you by your hand and pulled you in for a spontaneous dance that was more feeling than actual beats(unless you counted his heart - hammering against his chest like the incessant pounding of a drum. Not the worst feeling, no, not when he was with you), his fingers interlaced with yours the entire time. But this was just typical Kalim behaviour, right? Attaching your little gift onto his turban, a fact he’d made exceptionally clear to you when he’d immediately rushed to you the minute he saw you, pointing at the new feather, beaming all the while - “Look, look! I had Jamil help me connect it! Doesn’t it look nice?” :)))) Sticking to your side like glue for the rest of the school day, whether it be walking you to whatever class you had(before being dragged away by Jamil, who for some reason, couldn’t stop sighing in your presence), sharing his lunch with you(sitting on the opposite side of you the entire time, eyes looking into your with such unadulterated affection that you couldn’t help but to avert your eyes - a bad decision, on your part, since Kalim ended up heaping more food on your plate while you were distracted), even inviting you to Scarabia for a study session(which ended up with him laying his head on your lap, the always chipper Kalim now suddenly quiet, his fingers curled around the sleeve of your shirt, refusing to let go). Practically throwing himself on you the day before the holidays, clinging onto you like an overexcited dog, while Jamil lagged behind him. “There you are! Everyone back home has been dying to meet you!!” …eh? “I got a room prepared for you and everything! We even prepared you some traditional Scalding Sands attire!” His hands moving back and forth as he continued to ramble, cheeks dimpled and flushed, completely unaware of your very apparent confusion - “Oh, and you just have to play with my siblings! They’ve been so psyched to finally meet my fiancé! I just can’t wait for us to have our first official family dinner together!” :))))

A tradition that had originated from the Scalding Sands was to gift one’s beloved a serpent-shaped bangle made from either gold or a precious metal as a marriage proposal, just like how the Sorcerer of the Sands had to the princess.

Jamil Viper! Who’d started acting strange ever since you’d given him a pretty bangle you’d found on one of your trips to Mr. S’s Mystery Shop - “…you do know what this means, yes?” Saying yes must’ve been a slip on your part, seeing how the usually composed vice-housewarden of Scarabia had scrambled to tug his hood down, before turning back around to tend to the soup he’d been preparing earlier(and to avoid your uselessly adorable smile)- not before you caught a glimpse of his flushed face, of course ;) Wearing that gold bangle as a piece of both his dorm uniform and NRC uniform now, so much so that it’d be weird to see him without it - the bracelet now only taken off whenever he cooked, stored safely in his hoodie pocket and put back on the moment he had finished. Swatting you away anytime you attempted to make a comment about the bangle he now seemed inseparable from, even going so far as to shoo you out of the Scarabia kitchens(so he could sink onto the floor and hide his burning cheeks in his hands as he prayed to the Seven that you, stupid, dense, oblivious you knew what you were doing to him. You probably didn’t.)! Impulsively buying more serpentine jewellery than one could ever need while visiting a market with you, eyeing your bewildered expression with more fondness and mild exasperation than actual annoyance - a look he’d been giving you a lot more, recently(at least the exasperated part. Just when did his eyes grow so soft?). Inviting you to dinner one day after weeks of him slithering away from you, for some unknown reason - eyes never quite meeting your gaze, words tumbling out of his mouth more clumsily than you’d expected from someone as calm as him - so of course you’d agreed! Walking you to the Eastern Oasis past six, the evening air chilly and crisp, all forgotten almost instantly when you’d laid your eyes on the spread of dishes placed carefully on the sand, each a favourite of yours, the otherwise dark evening lit up by honey-yellow fireflies, each like stars in the night sky. “I’ve been thinking a lot, and…” Charcoal grey eyes meeting yours for the first time in what seemed like forever, fingers reaching to curl around yours - “I’ve decided to accept your betrothal request. We can break the news whenever you like. For now, let’s just stay like this -” His fingers squeezing yours, cheeks flushed. “Together.” :)

hey, if you liked this… check out Heartslabyul's, Savannaclaw’s, Octavinelle’s or Diasomnia’s versions?

alternatively; check out the Scarabia masterlist?

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♯┆losers in arms .ᐟ

Pairing: idia x fem!reader Summary: (wc 3.4k, wow i cooked) now that idia has graduated from NRC, not only must he take over the "family business", but (according to his parents) he must get married to some stupid noblewoman, too. today is the day he finally meets you for the first time, much to his chagrin. A/N: i was told by a friend that i MUST write this. and i trust their judgement.

'today is actually the worst', idia thought to himself as he trudged towards the fancy restaurant he was supposed to meet you in.

he feels out of his element in the stupid fancy suit his parents made him wear for the occasion, not to mention the acrid smell of the cologne that his father made him put on.

they even made two STYX workers escort him just so he wouldn't flake out last minute which he considered an egregious overreaction (he totally would have done so if they weren't there).

he steeled himself, taking a deep breath in front of the door and pulling on the handle.... only for it not to budge at all and for him to realize it was a push door.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..." he mumbled under his breath, the air of confidence he built up along the way here now completely shattered.

"i can't do this!" he turned back to the two STYX employees, gaze pleading. maybe they'll take pity on him and let him loiter around the town for a few hours and then go back so he can pretend like he met you.

"it will be fine. just be a gentleman." one of the workers replied, not at all sympathetic to his pathetic frown.

"hahaha... hehehe. that's rich." idia felt like he was losing the plot.

"in you go." the other eployee said dryly, pushing idia inside the restaurant curtly and closing the door behind him. idia sat there, frozen, for about 5 seconds.

"dammit..." he muttered, swiveling his head around nervously to take a look at his surroundings. the interior of the place was cloyingly gaudy, that's for sure. something befitting of a spoiled rich prince's bedroom. jeez, he so doesn't belong in a place like this.

"...-ir?"

'seriously...? now i look like one of those rich boy normies who act like they're deathly allergic to beef that isn't wagyu.' idia chided whoever picked this as the meeting place in his head.

"...sir? are you okay?" the unfamiliar voice snapped him out of his thoughts and his eyes met with those of a young waiter for just a moment before his gaze fell to the ground.

"yes! yes. i-i'm just... dandy." idia cringed at how unconvincing he sounded. and who the hell uses the word 'dandy' anymore?! this is really the worst day ever.

"alright." the waiter didn't really look like he believed idia, but he took pity on him (thank the seven) and asked "your table number, please?" before holding out his hand in a practiced motion.

"oh, uh... here." idia awkwardly rummaged around his front pocket, pulling out a decorated slip of paper with a number gilded in gold printed on it.

"great. follow me, sir." the waiter instucted and led idia towards a set of private suites on the second floor of the restaurant. guess the two families weren't willing to spare any expense on this.

time seemed to slow down as the dreaded suite came into sight. he caught sight of your shoulder as the two of them approached the door, the sight hardly being conducive to a calm state of mind.

the waiter pulled out idia's chair for him, idia awkwardly sitting down on it without so much as glancing at you.

"another waiter will be with you shortly to collect your orders. you may order anything your heart desires since your meal has been paid in full beforehand, esteemed customers." the waiter bowed slightly in goodbye, then left idia alone to his worst nightmare.

"...hello." you started, voice soft and unsure. you held out your hand across the table, intending to shake his hand in greeting. alas, idia didn't intend to so much as look at you properly anytime soon, so you awkwardly retreated your arm back to your side, acting like you weren't totally embarrassed by this.

"...h-hi." idia managed to force out, his brows furrowing at the way he sounded. he can't believe he's sitting across his future WIFE right now. it feels like a crazy dream he's gonna wake up from any moment now. hopefully.

meanwhile you weren't sure what to think at that moment. he looked... strange. i mean, how many people with flames for hair does the average person meet in their lifetime? you had so many questions but decided to bite your tongue because your parents instructed you to "be a lady," and you assume asking unsolicited questions about someone's appearance doesn't exactly fall under the label of "ladylike".

then again, it was your family's fault for keeping you in the dark about him. they hadn't even showed you a picture of him beforehand, just gave you a slight summary of who he is and what his family does (which was an awful lot to spring on you at once).

you won't lie though, he is lowkey handsome. almost like one of the dateable options from otome games, but actually real. you heaved a silent sigh of relief. you were sort of expecting the other shoe to drop but you're glad it didn't come to that. at least not yet, since you don't know anything about him as of now.

he stole glances at you every few seconds, each one solidifying his belief that you will be one of the worst things to happen to him. your hair was impeccably groomed, your makeup looked like it was done by professionals and your dress gave off the air of a distinguished noblewoman... you were a total NORMIE. the type of girl who turns her nose at anything that isn't mainstream pop or love island or whatever the hell normies like nowadays.

an awkward silence enveloped the quaint room and the two of you both felt terrible about it. you took it upon yourself to break the ice.

"so, idia, huh?" you plastered a smile on your face, trying your best to not let your discomfort show. you felt so out of place in a fancy dress, makeup and heels. not to mention the cloyingly sweet perfume your parents made you put on.

"...yeah. t-that's me." idia replied quietly, not at all commiting to keeping the conversation alive.

you decided that trying to make conversation was going nowhere, so you pulled out the menu, which looked more like a fancy grimoire. is this one of those generic shojo anime which take place in a vaguely european medieval setting, or what?

at least it gave you ample distraction from your... hot date.

your first date - you realised. it was always potrayed as a somewhat sacred yet lighthearted experience for a young girl in all the romance animes you watched, but it really didn't feel that way right now.

it was more like the first day of high school, where you had to introduce yourself and say one fun fact about yourself except it's just one classmate instead of about 25 and that classmate is going to watch you walk down the aisle towards him in a few short weeks.

idia reached for the menu himself, holding it out in front of him with shaky hands. the two of you sat in awkward silence, deciding on what you should eat.

soon, the silence was interrupted by a knock on the door and the two of you placed your orders without even looking at each other.

as soon as the waiter left, you sighed. "i'm sorry, i just have to ask. why is your hair-" you gestured at his head "...like that?"

'here comes the dreaded question', idia groaned, almost pulling his knees to his chin but realising that'd be rude when his legs were halfway there and dropping them back down.

you so think he's ugly and weird looking and- wait, you're still staring at him expectantly? and your expression holds no visible disgust?

he relented.

"i-i don't know how much y-you know... about STYX." he really wished he had his handy-dandy tablet right about now. he was using up way too much brain power and LP trying to articulate sentences to a stranger's face.

"the basics, i guess? i just know it's a secret organization that investigates magic in some way." you recalled your parents giving you that briefing session just a few short hours earlier.

"so, uh. m-my family... we're cursed, o-or whatever. that's why my hair is... l-l-like that. it b-burns my blot." he really didn't feel like going into the details right now.

"whaaat? how cool! i mean, it isn't cool that you're cursed, but like, so cool! i wouldn't even need a flashlight to walk around at night!" you giggled, imagining having such hair yourself and being able to read manga at night without turning on the lights.

"... i dunno. it kinda sucks." idia muttered under his breath and the only reason you could actually hear what he said was because the two of you were alone in a silent room.

"oh, um. sorry then." you made the educated guess that asking to touch his hair will only make things worse. it didn't burn the wooden chair he's sitting on, so you assumed it wouldn't burn you either.

you shifted in your seat and the silence returned. this is going terribly. not only have you not made any progress with your date, you've also managed to offend him.

luckily, the waiter rescued you from your misery by coming back with the food. at least temporarily, since he unfortunately wasn't there to stay.

"i still can't believe i'm getting married to you in a month." you said gently, picking at your food. it was one of those restaurants where you pay 9999 madol for a meal that couldn't even satisfy a toddler, making you frown at your plate.

you mostly said the statement to yourself, feeling dejected at the notion. you can only suppose your parents married you off without a second thought because you'd stay in your room all day, gaming or watching anime - not really contributing to he household in any meaningful way.

you knew they didn't find your behaviour very befitting of your status as a noble and you sorta became the least of their priorities when it came to their children, which you thought you were fine with until they approached you one sunny summer day, telling you you're getting married to a complete stranger.

is that just how little you meant to them? they didn't even seem that torn up about letting you go, they just talked about it flatly as if they were asking you to go downstairs to eat dinner.

idia didn't seem very excited about being reminded of the reality of his predicament. "uh, yeah. m-me neither." he muttered, not even bothering to hide the disdain that twisted his expression.

'well, that makes two of us.' you thought to yourself, feeling even more dejected now that even your future spouse has made it clear he hates this. maybe you should just shut up for the rest of the day since you can't do anything but mess things up. you don't know what "normal" people talk about, dammit...

suddenly, the silence was interrupted by your phone ringing, which wouldn't be a very big issue if it weren't for the fact that your ringtone was set to a premo song of all things. you panicked, rummaging through your fancy little handbag to pull out your phone (which was littered with anime stickers under its clear case) and quickly explained to the person calling that you're busy.

after hanging up, you noticed idia staring at you like he had just seen you commit a murder and you cursed under your breath. 'fuck, he knows i'm a weirdo now...' you lamented, trying not to let the embarrassment show on your face. "sorry, i... i thought i set my phone to silent."

"you... YOU'RE A PREMO FAN?!" the atmosphere in the room suddenly felt VERY different. idia felt absolutely elated, not just at the fact that you're a girl who knows the absolute genius of premo's music, but because your ringtone was an obscure unreleased song from their early days, ergo not a "fake fan" song. you were the real deal.

"no way, you too?!" you let your excitement at finding a kindred spirit show by leaning closer to him and watching his hair flicker excitedly. you suddenly felt like you were breathing hallowed air.

"YES??? i've been a fan since the release of their first album! i even own the limited edition light stick." idia bragged with a proud smile on his face.

"oh sevens, you mean the ones that were only available for a few months after the release of their second album?! not faiiiiir, i want to have it so bad. i mean, i guess i could buy it from a reseller, but it doesn't hit the same, you know?" you clenched your fists, groaning.

"i get it, i get it." idia nodded sagely.

"so, who's your oshi? i just looove kassia's singing. can't believe they gave her barely any lines in their older songs." you glared at no one in particular, upset about the injustice against your oshi.

"i'm more of an ifegenie guy myself. nothing can beat her visual OR her stage presence."

you realise just now that he seems completely different to how he was just a minute ago. he's suddenly looking at you (and actually looking at you, for that matter) like you're the best person on earth, his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink due to excitement. and he seems to be speaking freely, like he isn't forced to be here anymore.

you relaxed because of the change in atmosphere, enough to drop the hand you were holding over your phone to conceal all the anime stickers hidden beneath. when idia noticed, he felt like passing out from excitement.

not all hope is lost for a good life, baby!

"is that freaking 'magical minnie☆chan(star not included in pronounciation)'?!"

cue the two of you squealing in excitement. "holy shiiiit, that anime was my childhood, i can't believe you know it!" you just couldn't wipe the smile off your face.

"duh, it's a classic. any anime fan worth their salt knows AND loves it. who do you think i am? a tasteless tourist?" idia leaned a little closer towards you, his hair emitting a healthy neon blue glow.

"of course not. i even carry a little keychain of minnie around for good luck." you placed the designer handbag your parents pushed onto you last minute onto the table, pulling out a little plush keychain of the aforementioned character. "i felt like i could use a bit of her star☆beam☆power today."

he shifted in his chair, studying you with his gaze "you know, i totally thought you were a normie when i first saw you."

"oh fuck, that means my parents' makeover worked, actually. they tried to make me look like 'a proper lady', or whatever... i look much more dissapointing usually, so don't get too used to it." you laughed a little, trying to make the self-deprecating comment sound a little less depressing.

"so do i. i can't believe mom made me put on this stupid suit. it's not like i'm gonna be wearing it in front of you every day." idia clicked his tongue, hooking one of his lanky fingers behind the collar of his suit and pulling on it as if it was suffocating him.

"with your face? get outta here." you raised an unbelieving eyebrow, shaking your head slightly.

"...what's that about my face?" idia didn't follow. not in the least.

"i'm saying you're... hot, or whatever." you immediately felt cringe after saying it out loud, clutching the edge of the fancy tablecloth with one hand and shoving food into your mouth with the other.

a strange noise escaped idia's throat, like a sentence suddenly deciding it doesn't want to be spoken out loud after all and slipping back down his larynx against his will.

a girl, a real, actual 3D, made of flesh and bones girl.... just called him hot. he needs a moment to remember how to function again, even if he doesn't exactly believe you. you're definitely just trying to make him feel better about the whole arranged marriage thing. definitely.

and it's definitely NOT getting to him right now. (ignore the shaking fingers as he picks at his food).

you noted the tips of his hair turning pink, finding it sort of cute how it matches the blush on his face. not that you have any room to talk, you're just as flustered as he is right now.

but then again, what's the harm in calling your future husband hot, anyway? you're gonna spend the rest of your life with him.

yeah, it's kinda like an otome game. call the character hot and watch him blush. you're good at that.

the silence soon becomes suffocating again, though, so you feel the need to speak up again despite your nerves eating at you after the accidental flirty comment.

"so, uhm, now that we've covered that base... i have to admit i don't actually know how to code very well. i mean, i've tried and failed making a videogame using SY-PHR before, but that's like, about it." you decided to change the topic to something that's arguably more important considering the impending marriage. though from the minuscule amount of information you got about STYX (which is that they do fancy tech stuff aside from the magic stuff) this might be an obsolete thing to mention.

after a few seconds of seemingly processing your words, he grinned at you widely, which prompted you to grumble out: "...what? don't laugh at me." it's like you always say the wrong thing when you aren't talking about your interests with him.

"no, no, it's just... i made that game engine when i was 7. what a callback." with a smug smile, idia propped up one elbow on the table (which is something your parents drilled into you to not do, but oh well, you could use some reprieve from dumb dining rules, so you'd rather your future husband doesn't give a damn about them either).

"...you're shitting me."

idia sighed internally. they've moved past that dastardly compliment that's no doubt gonna haunt his dreams for the next few days.

just how is he gonna kiss you on the wedding day if he can't even handle one compliment from you? (that is, if you were actually being honest and weren't just gassing him up (he is in extreme denial).)

wait... kiss you? he's sort of been through this before because of the whole ghost bride situation, but he was much less attracted to that lady and in much bigger mortal peril at the fact that if that marriage did come to pass he'd actually die.

"i... idia, are you okay?" you asked, worried about the way his hair was flickering widely.

"fine.... i'm fine." he assured.

(he wasn't.)

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"idia, dear, it gets better, i pro-" idia's mom paused at the elated smile splaying itself on her son's face upon his return to STYX headquarters.

"... how come you're so happy?" her face twisted in disbelief. she even had a whole speech prepared for him, very sure he'd return home looking just as unhappy as he left. well, it is quite a nice surprise to see he isn't, so she won't complain.

"how could i not be? she's a kindred spirit, wheheheheeee. i won't be miserable!~♪" idia giggled happily, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his dress shirt and finally feeling like he could breathe.

idia's parents exchanged a half happy half worried look.

"well, as long as you're happy, that's all that matters." idia's dad shook his head slightly, thinking about how his little boy is all grown up now.

"what's that supposed to mean?" idia looked at his parents askance but all he got in return was a suspiciously wide smile from each.

"...well then, did she say anything about how nice you look?" idia's mom interlaced her fingers innocently, not meaning much by asking that question.

the memory of you calling him hot echoed in his mind and that manifested in his face turning completely red and the flames of his hair flaring up and crackling widely for a moment.

that was answer enough for his parents.

"ummm... i gotta go... anddomydailiesbye!" idia quickly excused himself before he could be hit with any follow-up questions, retreating to his gamer lair (his room).

"hehehe, you used to make the same face when i complimented you back when we just started dating." idia's mom twirled a piece of her hair, smirking up at her husband.

"i did not." idia's dad huffed.

"oh, yes you did."

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new fic coming tommorow :P

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Silver x Reader with a reader who's just really really really oblivious and dense to all of Silver's attempts at courting? 🙈 Ur writing is so sweet I love it sm!

oblivious

ft : silver

a/n : sorry this took forever but hope u enjoy!!

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you and silver were quick to become friends. he has the type of personality that instantly drew you in, his presence calming and peaceful. plenty of boys at night raven college are nice, but something about silver keeps you coming back, feeling content just to spend time with him. he's just so majestic, and though you'll never say it out loud, he's the most prince-like in the entire school.

the two of you sit under the shade of a tree, comfortable silence surrounding you as you work in tandem. you, with the essay you've yet to finish, and him with his textbook open on the grass in front of him. the colder months are drawing near, but you're enjoying the last warm stretch before they arrive. the weather is perfect, a nice breeze blowing through as the sounds of the track and field team's practice floats into the air. it's a beautiful scene, like a fairytale.

you lose track of time, but it's a while before you hear silver speak. "prefect," he murmurs. when you look over, you can see his eyes are already closed. "could i...rest on your shoulder?"

"of course," you tell him with a smile, scooting closer. you feel his weight against you, and in only a few seconds his breathing begins to slow into an even pace.

(un)fortunately, he's leaning on your dominant arm, so you can't continue your work without disturbing him. oh well, you think, using your free hand to set everything to the side. you could use a nap, too. you gingerly lean your head against his, careful not to move him, and close your eyes.

—

you and silver are in different years, but you still set aside time to study together as end-of-semester exams approach. it's easier to focus when there's someone like him with you, able to keep each other on target. you love ace and deuce, you truly do, but those boys cannot study for the life of them.

as silver is packing his things at the end of one of your sessions, he suddenly pauses, waiting for you to look up before he speaks. his cheeks are tinged pink, but you can't blame him — it has been getting pretty cold outside.

"if you have any free time after exams, then," he begins, glancing away, "maybe we could get some food...?" his voice trails off at the end.

"that sounds great!" you say, nodding enthusiastically. "i don't think i'll be doing anything before break, so any time should be fine with me! oh, maybe we could invite some other people too, make it a little celebration!"

silver stares at you, like he's not sure how to interpret your answer. he clears his throat. "ah. actually, i meant just the two of us."

you blink. "oh! well, yeah, that's fine too. kalim will probably be hosting a party before break anyway."

you can't fully read silver's expression; he seems confused about something, but you're not sure what it is. before you can ask, though, he smiles and nods. "i'll let you know when i'm available, then."

as he leaves, you can't help but wonder why he's acting so strange.

—

there is a dance coming up. a formal dance, to be exact.

okay, yes, it's a school dance, but nrc is a fancy school, at least by your standards. it can't be that bad. you've seen some of the setup being done, and so far the decorations alone have already exceeded every school event you've seen in your world. it's only a week away, and you're starting to get excited.

there's one problem, though: you don't have a date.

actually, most people don't have a date, since it's an all-boys school and so many of them are too embarrassed to call another man their date. you know that at least some people are going together, though; an argument between ace and deuce over who got to be your date somehow ended with them being each other's, and you're pretty sure you saw azul trying to convince jamil to go with him. you and your friends are going as a group, but it just feels incomplete without an official partner with you.

you're discussing your dilemma at lunch when a voice speaks from behind you. "silver doesn't have a date either, you know."

you nearly jump out of your seat — you'll never get used to the way lilia seems to appear out of thin air. or, at least, you think it was lilia, but when you turn around, there's no one there.

when silver stops you after class and asks if you'll be his date, you realise that lilia's words mean he must have been planning it. you say yes, of course, but silver doesn't really seem satisfied.

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the dance is fun. it's really fun, actually. it isn't officially over for another couple hours, but you've gotten tired of the actual dancing part and found yourself near the food tables. grim has rubbed off on you, apparently. you think you're alone, until you hear someone approach.

as late as it is, the place is still crowded with people, though not quite as many as earlier in the night. silver takes your arm and drags you away from the noise, away from any eyes that might be watching. he leads you to the garden, standing in the midst of your favourite flowers. "it seems i haven't been blunt enough," he says before you can ask what's going on. he takes a deep breath.

"i like you, prefect."

...oh.

things suddenly start to make sense. sleeping on you, taking you to dinner, asking you to the dance.

he's been trying to let you know for a while now.

you're about to respond, but in the dim light you can just barely make out a flush on his cheeks. something about it encourages you to tease him, just a little.

"as a friend, you mean?" you ask, tilting your head cluelessly, but silver's exasperated expression makes you break and laugh. "i'm kidding," you reassure him, and he sighs in relief. you have to admit he's cute like this.

he shifts awkwardly. "so, does this mean...?"

you take his hand, smiling at him. "i like you too, silver."

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ignihyde washroom reveal!!

Washrooms revealed so far: Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Diasomnia | Pomefiore | Scarabia

It’s every bit as ultrablue and as triangular as I thought it would be 😂 So pointy!!

The Grecian columns are a nice touch, though they seem a little out-of-place if you don’t already understand the origins of Ignihyde. Those washing machines look more like a radar than a clothes washing device…

xhjsbwwkkw I’m not sure if this is just me, but I find it hilarious that the vanity mirrors in Ignihyde are spaced so far apart from one another. There’s also fewer visible, meaning only a couple students can use the mirrors at once. Whoever made this washroom considered the Ignihyde students’ introverted personalities while designing 😂

And with that, that gives us all seven dorms' washrooms! Here they are alongside each other:

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REALLY...HIM?

☆彡 in which professor crewel judges your relationship with the NRC boys

nrc boys x reader (minus ortho)

word counter: 4.8K (200+ per character)

tags: reader is prefect, crewel is your father figure, established relationship, possible ooc

a/n: oh this was by far my most requested work. people wanted father crewel!! i held off on writing this for a while because i felt like i had such a weak grasp on his character. i did my research for this but sorry if my interpretation is off. nonetheless, I hope you enjoy :>

ace trappola

Very against this. It's just one bad influence after another with you, isn't it? First Grim, now this guy. You attract the absolute worst pups, don’t you? You’re lucky you’re his favorite. That’s not stopping Crewel from being crazy strict with both of you though. Expect to get seated across the classroom from your boyfriend. There are plenty of well-behaved puppies in the litter, why are you settling for one who barely knows how to sit? Ace and Crewel are NOT getting along. It’ll take Ace trying to improve himself (i.e. not getting in as much trouble) for Crewel to start being more accepting of him as your boyfriend. If he sees Ace attempting to be a better student, he's more than happy to start extending some grace. He isn’t that cruel… And then Crewel finds out that Ace cheated on a few tests and he’ll get detention for weeks. In detention Crewel is going to make him write a 12 page essay about his bad behavior; standing over his shoulder the whole time as Ace writes this. He'll crack his whip against the boy’s desk if he slows down while writing… Yeah. So much for not being cruel. These two are going to be bickering CONSTANTLY. With time, they’ll mellow out and their arguments will get more playful. (i’m imagining it like Meemaw and George from Young Sheldon) But don't expect him to stop punishing him. It's what bad pups get after all.

deuce spade

Believes you two are adorable together! You two puppies can bounce off and learn from each other. He’ll push Deuce to follow your example, especially if your grades are better than his. He is an educator above all else and takes his position very seriously. Though, as your self-proclaimed father figure, he will be watching Deuce closely. Yes, the pup is good intentioned. But he also has a tendency to get in trouble and still has a long road ahead of him. Crewel will be getting more strict with Deuce, but it isn't as strict as he is with Ace. He's more willing to let some of Deuce's mistakes slide because he sees that he genuinely wants to be better. But those mistakes are in terms of academics. If he makes mistakes in your relationship? Oh that pup is getting whooped. No questions asked. Crewel will not tolerate him hurting you and he has made that very, very clear to Deuce who accidentally got a closer look at the professor's whip. It's not that he thinks that Deuce will hurt you. He's just making sure. He sees it akin to putting a leash on a puppy as they play to make sure they don't get rowdy with the other dogs. Deuce is simply being kept in check by him. Perhaps under Crewel's watchful eye, he will shape up to be the perfect pup for you! He believes Deuce has the potential. It's just a matter of unlocking it.

cater diamond

He's fond of the boy. Makes sure Cater doesn't get away with using his phone in class. He'd hate for any bad influences to start coming your way, so he'll ensure that Cater is following the rules to the tee. He isn't afraid to take away or even break Cater's phone if the time calls for it. Crewel's actually been wanting to get to know Cater more since he's heard about his Magicam. The professor is acutely aware of the latest trends and what not but firmly believes that vintage looks just hit different. So, with Cater now being your boyfriend, he'll be more likely to come up to Cater and recommend him fashion brands that most young people probably wouldn't know about. He's going to start buying you two matching couple outfits, enjoying seeing both of you represent older luxury brands. In exchange, Cater will usually talk to Crewel about celebrity gossip or whatever's trending. This will all be heavily scrutinized by Crewel, but the professor just can't stop listening to what new gossip Cater has. He's open to hearing about student gossip too. Crewel is always open to learning more about his adorable pups and makes sure they aren't misbehaving. Cater becomes his news outlet of sorts. Honestly, Crewel is probably talking to your boyfriend more than you. You're still his favorite of course, he's as loyal as a German Shepherd. Cater is his just new gossip buddy.

trey clover

A fine choice, albeit boring in his opinion. Crewel enjoys a little flare, obviously. His curiosity will grow as to how your relationship happened and why you'd want to be with Trey. His attention will be on Trey more often. And being the astute teacher he is, he'll start to notice more and more... interesting comments that Trey lets slip. Crewel will definitely find out about that side of Trey which... he doesn't know how to feel about it. On one hand; flare! Yay! Now he understands his favorite little pup's relationship better. On the other... Trey is a rather bizarre man is he not? He thinks to himself; how did he ever think that Trey was a normal student? NRC has none of those, much to the teacher's dismay. He appreciates Trey's efforts to win him over though; leaving him little treats. It's like watching a dog bring back a bone, waiting for validation. He'll give it to the boy with due time. Though, Crewel would rather see him treat you nicely as opposed to Trey giving him gifts. He's obviously a well-trained pup, especially given his position as the vice-housewarden of Heartsbyul. Though, Crewel is hesitant to say any boy is worth your attention, he doesn't mind Trey and his tendency of spoiling you. It's what you deserve. Crewel really doesn't have any reservations about your relationship. He just has his suspicions on Trey as a person. Especially if you tell him about the teeth thing. Please don't tell him about the teeth thing.

riddle rosehearts

He appreciates you going for an obedient pup. Crewel hopes Riddle will push you to be more responsible, officially assigning him as your partner in all the classes you have together. The professor also asks him to be your tutor after seeing how well you work together. Academically speaking, Crewel believes Riddle is a good pup. However, he wants to make sure you're being treated like royalty in your relationship and isn't afraid to make vague threats to scare the boy a little. He'll say things around Riddle like, "Hm. It's been quite a while since you and the Prefect have gone on a date, hasn't it?" While not so subtly cracking his whip. Fear is one of the best motivators and best believe Riddle instantly took you on a date after that incident. They have mutual respect for one another as they're both sticklers for the rules. Riddle is just a bit... intimidated at times by his professor. But it's all smooth sailing. Crewel just reminds Riddle of the consequences of treating you poorly. A lot. The housewarden is unnerved but uses it as an opportunity to better himself, earning some brownie points in Crewels book. He's always had a soft spot for obedient puppies.

jack howl

Crewel's intensity really gets to him sometimes. He knows it's bad but whenever Crewel's around Jack starts to overthink. "Why is he looking at me like that... What if I did something wrong? What punishment will I have to face?" In reality, Crewel likes Jack. He thinks you picked the cutest little pup ever. Partly because Jack is a wolf beastman with dog-like features. But Crewel also recognizes Jack's grit. He's actually quite charitable when it comes to complimenting him. During class, Crewel will correct and check up on Jack quite a lot. The beastman takes this as his Crewel not thinking he's good enough for you. But in reality it's quite the opposite. Crewel just genuinely enjoys teaching things to Jack. He approves of the relationship, believing you've chosen a well-rounded dog. Strong, reliable, a rule-follower— it appears you've finally gained a good companion. However, as time goes by, Jack can't stand the thought of Crewel not thinking he's well suited for you. Soon enough, he goes to the teacher and spills his guts, saying that he knows he's not perfect but he's trying really hard to be the man you need. Crewel laughs, patting him on the head. "Oh, you silly little pup. You already have my approval." Jack is shocked to hear this, but it does make him happy to hear. All the more reason to be devoted to you in Jack's mind.

ruggie bucchi

He's not fond of troublemakers— a well known fact. So, Ruggie tries to be more subtle with his mischief once he finds out that Crewel's protective over you. As much as he'd like to stick it to the man, Ruggie quite enjoys his life and would rather not play with fire. But Crewel catches on. He always does. And oh boy, he finds Ruggie's under the table misbehavior to be anything but tasteful. His whip is going to be put to good use. Ruggie gets mortified and starts skipping class, making the whole situation worse. You're probably going to have to be the middleman for these two and make sure nothing goes overboard. Needless to say, Crewel is not fond of Ruggie. However, the teacher respects his work ethic. That boy is always on the job, looking to get extra cash. There's potential in Ruggie and Crewel is going to find it. Meaning that he's going to bug you for more information about your boyfriend before pulling him aside and having a genuine talk with the pup. After the talk, they seem on good terms, with Crewel even complimenting Ruggie from time to time! Yay! Little do you know that he's constantly threatening your boyfriend with the whip.

leona kingscholar

He hardly sees the appeal of a lazy cat who sleeps his days away. Leona is hardly in class so Crewel can't even punish him. He'll have a stern talking with you, telling you not to settle for anything you don't deserve. Once you explain that, "Oh no, Leona treats me very well." and maybe throwing in a, "He lets me use his credit card." for good measure, Crewel will be more open to the idea of you two dating. He could always sense that Leona had that side to him, but he absolutely despises his laziness. He'll try to get you to convince the beastman to come to class more often. Crewel starts threatening to punish you if your boyfriend continues to skip. After all, your boyfriend is an extension of you. And if you're boyfriends being a bad pup, then you are too. So basically you're begging Leona to start to come to class again because Crewel does not play when it comes to punishments. Crewel is not holding back any punishments once Leona starts attending classes more. It's extremely frustrating for Crewel— seeing untapped potential in Leona. He doesn't tolerate this pups behavior, but he genuinely wants to see him be better and decides to talk to him after class. Leona is surprised when Crewel isn't being too preachy and instead talks about how he wants to make sure you're being treated right. It kinda pisses the beastman off that his professor thinks he'd ever treat you wrong in the first place, but it does give him some newfound motivation. The two eventually grow to have a mutual respect relationship on the basis that they both want you to be happy. Though, Crewel still thinks dogs are better than cats. And frankly, this extends to your boyfriend. Sorry not sorry.

floyd leech

What spell does this leech have you under!? In what world would he EVER let you date this monster of a man!? This love is forbidden! Crewel will go full Romeo and Juliet style when restricting you two because he is NOT letting you date Floyd! Nope! Not if he has a say in it! Going on a date tonight? Too bad, he's assigning both of you extra homework that must be completed ON YOUR OWN. Floyd dislikes him right back, always complaining to you how Crewel's no fun. Floyd is one of the biggest troublemakers on campus, right next to Grim. Arguably worst. Floyd is going to get really upset about Crewel's attitude about it and, to your horror, he confronts the professor about it shamelessly. RIP your boyfriend. That poor guy is NOT making it out alive. If you make the mistake of asking Crewel why he doesn't like Floyd, oh that man will go on a tangent. He will be talking for HOURS. I don't see this relationship improving either. Floyd has no intention of changing ever; very content with how he is. If anything, he's making it worse by talking back and throwing tantrums. And it's probably going to be your job to calm him down because Azul and Jade do not wanna deal with allat. Have fun!

jade leech

Unsettled to say the least. He swears up and down that the pup is plotting something. Unfortunately Sam tells him he's overthinking it. He will be sitting you two away from each other... A part of Crewel genuinely wants to get to know him and how this relationship flourished. A louder part of Crewel wants to get you the hell away from this pup because he's scheming SOMETHING he can sense it. All their interactions are going to be the most tense thing ever. Like, both of them are going to be staring at one another with the most strained smiles in the universe. As Jade passes by Crewel's desk with his up-to-no-good smile, I can picture him saying, "Is something the matter, professor?" And then Crewel hitting him back with an equally as devious grin. "Nothing that concerns you, my pup." And then they'll proceed to have a staring contest until you inevitably drag your boyfriend away. Hey, at least Crewel is outright disapproving or hostile to your boyfriend? But he does give you several warnings to watch Jade closely. Because no one should like mushrooms that much. It's suspicious. Crewel is definitely paranoid and probably has a bunch of conspiracy theories on Jade but he never really disapproves of the relationship. A win is a win?

azul ashengrotto

As mean as this sounds, Crewel can sense his insecurity. He's just learned how to pick up on those kind of things after being a teacher. And Azul reeks of hidden insecurity to the professor. He doesn't go any easier on him— he'd be damned if he let any of his puppies step out of line. But he's much more open to be complimentary, especially since you're dating Azul. He'll encourage Azul to spend more time with him after class for studies in order to give him pep talks. If Azul was good enough to catch your eye, then Crewel assures him that he doesn't need to put on this whole 'business' facade to win anyones favor. Azul is definitely stunned to receive this kind of talk from his teacher, but decides to take his advice to heart because he really does love you. Crewel doesn't tell you any of this. Whenever you talk about your boyfriend he kinda just nods along and goes, "That's nice, honey." But in actuality, he smiles to himself after hearing that Azul's been coming out of his shell more. Or— in his case pot. He's no love expert, but he goes soft when he hears that his students are genuinely improving.

kalim al asim

Okay. Get that money. Crewel respects the grind; going for the richest kid on campus. But he isn't a fan of how reliant Kalim is on Jamil in terms of academics. And now that he knows that Kalim is your partner, he'll be harsher on the boy. Crewel doesn't want you hanging out with non-scholars! You deserve a very intelligent boyfriend who can at least get a B average. So he pushes to see Kalim more after class without his attendant, claiming that he needs to learn how to be independent. Kalim obviously struggles with this a bit due to his upbringing, but is willing to take the challenge! Especially if it's to win the respect of your father-like figure! He's really sweet and does try hard... but it doesn't garner much results much to Crewel's dismay. Nonetheless, Kalim does in fact show the grit that was needed in order for Crewel to approve of your relationship. Though, he does insists that Kalim continues to come after class on his own. Maybe you could tag along and help him. Because somethings that boy just doesn't get, no matter how hard Crewel tries. The professor can't help but smile when he sees how lovesick Kalim is over you. He'll watch from afar as you two puppies hug each other in the halls. If you accidentally make eye contact with him, Crewel will give you a small, approving nod.

jamil viper

Crewel has had his eye on Jamil before the two of you started dating. He could tell that the pup held himself back. For what reason, Crewel couldn't say but once he heard the news about you two, he definitely used it as an excuse to get to know Jamil more. He'll watch how Jamil acts around you, the way he relaxes and becomes more snarky. Crewel finds himself liking this version of Jamil more than the quiet, blend in the crowd guy that he presents himself as to the professor. So, Crewel decides to force him out of it. He'll push him, purposely grading his papers harder so that he'll have to put in more effort. Crewel knows that Jamil is capable of 'A' papers despite only turning in 'C' level work. His solution? He makes it so that, in order to get a 'C', Jamil has to turn in 'A' level work. Call it unfair, but it works. Jamil does get frustrated and rants about it to you. As hard as he tries to bite his tongue, he'll eventually let something slip on accident to Crewel. Now, Crewel hates disrespect. But he knows he purposely pushed the pup to see this side— the true side. He'll tell Jamil that being fake doesn't suit him. So, Jamil drops the act. He isn't stupid, Crewel is basically your father and he isn't trying to get on any of your family's (blood related or not) bad side. And it turns out to be for the better as they actually develop a nice bond with Jamil being more himself. Some puppies just need to be pushed out of their crate.

epel felmier

Crewel is happy to hear you're dating a Pomfiore student! He'd like his son-in-law to be fashionable. Then he hears that it's Epel and he's mildly disappointed. Listen, he genuinely cares for his students so he pays attention. And he's heard Epel slip out his native tongue underneath his breath. He's seen the boy rough play with Ace and Deuce. He knows that this pup is different from the other Pomfiore students. That's why he also gets frustrated when Epel tries to maintain this fake act with Crewel. "Good pups don't play pretend when it isn't asked of them. Drop this act. That's an order." This, naturally, freaks Epel out a bit. The country boy is a bit ashamed to be himself around Crewel since he really wanted to appease him due to your father-like bond with him. But he isn't going to disobey— Epel has seen Crewel's punishments, he's not taking his chances. Although Crewel isn't the biggest fan of Epel's southern charm, he appreciates the pup being his real self around him. Is he good enough to date you? Not in Crewel's book, no. But he'll allow it. Epel knows what the punishments are if he breaks your heart anyways.

rook hunt

What compelled you to want to date this man? Crewel doesn't understand your taste. Rook starts leaving clothing and jewelry from luxury brands that Crewel loves on his desk. The professor has very mixed feelings about this. 1. How did Rook find out what brands he's partial to? Should he be concerned about this? Because he's getting concerned. 2. Crewel doesn't like the idea of being bought over. No matter how much he enjoys the gifts. Because he wants your love to be genuine. Crewel wants to see proof that Rook is treating you right, not another luxurious coat that he'll definitely be wearing later down the line. He takes the fact that Rook thinks he can be bought over as an insult and pulls him aside after class, giving the pup a stern talking to. "Non non! I simply gifted it because it reminded me of you, professor! These have nothing to do with my devotion toward the Prefect." Crewel smells bs and does NOT tolerate that. He'll punish Rook by having him clean the alchemy tools after the freshman class since that class was notorious for leaving behind a mess. Rook knew what he was doing. His hand holds yours tighter and he smiles as you two pass by Crewel, with Rook catching a glimpse of the professor wearing one of the necklaces Rook gifted him. You just sigh because there's no way of controlling this man. His audacity knows no bounds.

vil schoenheit

Oh, Crewel is living for this. Vil might just be the one student he fully approves of, 100%. You dating one of the top alchemy students who is also an actor and model with the best sense of fashion in the entire school? Now that's a good puppy! Crewel almost wants to buy both of you treats with how over the moon he is. Vil, ever so charming, easily woos Crewel over by showing him how caring and compassionate he is towards you while also maintaining good grades and fixing your clothes. The professor smiles wide as he asks you, "How's your boyfriend doing?" And he listens happily as you tell him about the super romantic date that Vil took you on. Vil also seeks Crewel out for opinions on different outfits he plans on wearing to his modeling shoots. Crewel is more than happy to give his two cents. All the alchemy students have Vil to thank for the professor being in such a good, less snappy mood. He's not any less strict on them, but he compliments their work much more as he thrills over the fact that his little puppy is dating the perfect student. There's nothing more pure than puppy love, and he sees it written on Vil's face whenever he's around you.

idia shroud

You're dating the recluse? Now how did that happen? Crewel rarely sees Idia so he hasn't exactly seen how the two of you interact. He urges and bugs you to get your boyfriend to show up to his class. Cause Crewel only has a faint idea of what he's like. And once he does get familiar with Idia... Oh... Oh, puppy, why? Why him? Not exactly the type Crewel would've gone for at all. He'll definitely have to punish Idia a few times. Partly because of his horrendous attendance. Partly because he's heard him say a few sly comments under his breath. But mainly so he'll know the consequences of hurting you. Idia is beyond TERRIFIED of this man. Why does he keep calling him a 'pup'?! WHY DOES HE HAVE A WHIP?! And his fears are justified when Crewel punishes him. Idia will let out a loud sigh as he snuggles against you. "Out of all the staff members to be your fatherly figure... Did it have to be him?" Which is pretty funny because you're pretty sure you've heard Crewel complain, "Out of all the students... you chose him?" Looks like they've got some similarities. Just don't expect Idia to be striking up conversation with Crewel ever. Same goes with Crewel. They just pretend that the other doesn't exist and move on with their days.

sebek zigvolt

Oh, Crewel knows who Sebek is. That pup has a lot to learn. Especially when it comes to controlling his volume. Crewel uses the fact that you're dating him to teach him a lesson. "If you yell a single time in my class again this week, I will have your relationship with the Prefect ended. That is a guarantee." It's not a guarantee since Crewel knows he can't really control you, but he says it to keep Sebek in check. And it works. Nobody knew he could stay that silent for that long. Crewel was pleased with the progress, giving him a pat on the head with a small, "Good pup!" Oh, and Crewel is especially satisfied when Trein comes to complain to him that Sebek's been extremely loud in his class as of late. Crewel shrugs, claiming that he's been nothing but the most obedient dog in his class. "Maybe it's a teaching problem regarding you?" Trein wanted to strangle him when he said that. Crewel found it extremely amusing. The professor honestly thanks you for dating Sebek because this is the most fun he's had in a while. You're just glad that Sebek got Crewel's mark of approval. Because you know he would've been crushed if he didn't.

silver

He isn't a fan of the boy who's always sleeping. Crewel becomes even harsher when he hears the two of you are dating. It's hard for Silver so eventually the student comes to him explaining his condition. The professor is much more understanding after that. He actually tries really hard to help Silver, probably dragging you along as well. He'll have you stay after class for some parent-kid (blood related or not, you are literally his child) bonding while making a potion. Crewel will make dozens of potions, giving each one to you so you can pass it along to your boyfriend. None of them really make his condition go away fully of course, but it definitely helps as he's able to stay awake in class. Silver is extremely thankful for the help from Crewel, making it a point to express his gratitude nearly every time he sees him. With Silver awake more often, Crewel's able to witness the knightly way in which he treats you. Spoiler alert; he loves it. Yes! Live out your fairytale dreams, puppy! Crewel's convinced that Silver was a medieval knight in a previous life. He also offhandedly mentions that Silver should start modeling because that pup is GORGEOUS. (I'm biased because have you seen his eyes!?)

lilia vanrouge

Sure. He's cute.... Wait he's how old? Crewel is NOT approving when he finds out that Lilia is probably older than him. It's funny because Crewel starts to talk to Lilia more like he's a staff member than a student. And Lilia happily goes along with it. It's such a switch when he talks to you and then your boyfriend. "Hello, pup. I'm glad to hear you had a good day. How's your alchemy project coming along?... Oh, Lilia. How's the mortgage." "Quite well, professor. How's the wife? Wait, sorry, I forgot— you don't have one." Yeah, he hates your boyfriend actually. May or may not attempt to set you up with someone else. Only for the person that Crewel sets you up with to be Lilia catfishing as someone else. "Khee hee~ The internet these days is crazy, isn't it?" If you look closely you could probably see steam coming out from Crewel's head. The professor will make it a point to constantly tell you that your boyfriend is the worst. He doesn't even consider him a pup in the litter. He's a rodent who somehow snuck into the box. A rodent that you adopted much to Crewel's dismay.

malleus draconia

Since it was well known that Crewel was your father like figure, Malleus actually made it a point to go to him and declare his love for you. It kinda catches the professor off guard. One minute he's just grading papers. The next some fae pup busts through the door and starts spouting Shakespeare style how much he loves Crewel's unofficial adopted child. Crewel is left speechless by the time Malleus done, barely even registering all that he just spouted. "... You have my approval?" Heavy on the question mark. Crewel might've had no idea what Malleus said, but if he willingly went on a 30 or so minute tangent about how much he loved you— he probably loves you a lot. And Crewel doesn't regret it as he watches the two of you bond like you're in your own little world. He'll start being more open about approaching Malleus, suggesting small tweaks to Diasomnia's dorm uniforms. Your boyfriend agrees with the biggest smile and implants the suggestion right away, loving the fact that he has the favor of your father figure. Crewel likes to watch the two of you from a far and muses how the most unlikely creatures from completely different worlds can still fall deep into puppy love. The universe works in funny ways, doesn't it?

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♯┆more to you .ᐟ

Pairings: riddle x gn!reader (they/them is used abt 3 times) Summary: !! tw for self-harm!! riddle saw the scars by accident... (hurt/comfort) A/N: mostly wrote this for myself but decided to share it in case anyone else needs it (take care of yourself dear)

"did grim do that to you?" riddle asked innocently, gently lifting up the sleeve of your shirt with his pointer finger to examine what he thought were scratch marks littering your shoulder.

the two of you were having one of your regular study sessions, so you felt no need to wear something professional, opting for one of your favourite t-shirts instead.

it's basically a casual hangout for you and riddle at this point, so it's not a crime to dress casually even if you're the only one who does it. the t-shirt's sleeves were quite long anyway, so you thought there'd be no issue in wearing it.

"did grim do w-" you froze mid-sentence, realising just what he was refering to. you quickly slapped his hand away from the offending spot on your shoulder, then stared up at him like a deer caught in headlights.

"forget you saw that. swear to me that you will." you near heaved in desperation.

"but if you are hurt, we must-"

"riddle." you called his name with such conviction that he felt his hand pause mid-air. it slowly fell back to his side.

despite desperately wanting to, his body twitching with the need to press you for further information, elaboration, anything, he makes the educated decision to drop it upon seeing your wan expression.

one he regrets deeply once you're gone. the study session ended with an awkward, strained goodbye from your lips. one that caused him to clutch his magic pen a smidgeon tighter.

.

"trey, i'm at a loss. could you spare a moment?" riddle hadn't been able to forget your terrified expression. it's been haunting him since last night.

so, knowing that he is often inept when it comes to matters relating to you, he decided to employ the help of his childhood friend who was currenly organizing his notebooks on his desk.

"sure, what's up?" trey replied calmly, a hint of a knowing smile tugging at his lips. it always made him happy when riddle came for advice regarding you. it reminded him of his younger siblings, who would sometimes come and ask him for love advice.

"i suspect the prefect might be having trouble with grim."

"why do you think so?" trey hummed, putting away one of his notebooks.

"well, there were scratch marks on their shoulder. ones that looked quite fresh and strangely purposeful." riddle's eyebrows knitted together in worry. "they seemed very distressed when i pointed them out and even begged me to forget about them, so i dropped it. but i regret that now."

trey immediately put the pieces together from riddle's strangely elaborate explanation. this is more than he bargained for going into this seemingly innocent conversation. he let out a strangled noise of contemplation, slowly turning around to face his friend. "i... i don't think grim is the cause of this."

"then what is?" riddle's fingers twitched restlessly.

"talk to the prefect about it when it's just the two of you. but be gentle." he instructed, and added on "and you shouldn't dilly dally." a few seconds after. he worded it like gentle, well-meaning advice (which it was, to be fair), but the alarm on his face was still evident, a sign that he didn't fully elucidate the gravity of the situation.

"i see. i will go now, then." riddle felt assured now that even trey was telling him to hurry. he did have a persistent thought in the back of his mind, tormenting him for hankering after the reason you have scars. as if he was wrong for not being willing to forget about it, despite your telling him to do so.

he doesn't even care if he's unable to fulfill one of his daily duties as housewarden anymore. not now.

he waylaid you while you were talking with your friends in one of the school's winding hallways and vociferously demanded you come with him. ace looked at you with pity, probably assuming that you're in trouble.

speaking of, you actually had no idea why he was dragging you away to a more secluded part of the school. 'well, unless it's-' you perished the thought before it could even fully materialize, refusing to think about it.

"i apologise for being so improper. if the situation weren't so urgent, i would have properly invited you over for a cup of tea." he said apologetically, squeezing your wrist slightly as the two of you came to a halt.

"urgent? what's up?" you asked, mentally sighing at the prospect of being plunged into another ill-fated adventure. probably your 10th one at this school.

"your shoulder, it's been-"

"riddle. i told you to forget about it." you frowned, not unlike a petulant child. great, just great. you felt like slamming your head against a wall for being so careless and letting him see.

"no. i will not forget about it." riddle insisted, determination swimming behind his gaze. it's been eating away at him, too. how dare you suggest he forget about your well-being?!

you half groaned half sobbed. you really felt quite unready to have this conversation, but it was being thrown at your face like a brick all of a sudden. you felt completely despondent.

"it was... i was..." you struggled to form a sentence, the words seemingly garbling together somewhere in the pathway from brain to mouth.

"who did that to you? and why would they only target your shoulder?" riddle asked, the sentence coming out slightly more panicked than he intended it to be.

this managed to abate your panic for a moment and you ended up staring at him, dumbfounded. "uh... i did that. to... myself? i thought you..." you immediately felt a wave of anxiety crash over you, repeating 'why did you say it why did you say it why did you say it' over and over again in your mind.

"... why?" riddle seemed horrified at the notion, his fist clenching not in anger but with the sheer need to regulate this scary feeling of worry that washed over him. he felt completely disquieted and absolutely lost, unsure what to do. damn it all, there isn't a rule to tell him how to act in this situation.

he feels even worse when he sees the tears welling up in your eyes.

his mind manages to scrounge up a distant memory of him consulting trey for advice on what to do if you ever cry in front of him (which was spurred on by the two of you watching a cheesy romance movie where that happens). at the time it was a purely hypothetical scenario.

but now the indelible words 'if you don't know what to say, just hug them' are ringing loud and clear in his mind.

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said anyth-" you murmured abjectly only to be interrupted by a sudden, tight embrace. you hugged him back, holding onto him like a lifeline.

he lets you sob into his shoulder for a good two minutes, awkwardly stroking your back all the while. it doesn't feel like you need to exchange words. doesn't feel like you need to explain yourself to him.

"i understand... how it is." he spoke up tentatively, unsure of the proper thing to say in this situation. he's trying, though. with all his might.

"and father didn't care. nor did mother. but i do." he squeezed you a little. "i care if you inflict pain on yourself."

you let out a surprised little sniffle, squeezing him back. "riddle..." you wish so deeply that this moment could last forever, even if that is a little wilful.

like all good things, your hug did eventually come to an end. the two of you exchanged a look that was laced with a new understanding of eachother.

it makes you indescribably happy to see that you matter to him.

"tell me, next time. i'll stop you. even if i have to behead you to do it."

[micocorie]

Y’all know how the whole ‘scent’ thing is used in fics? Mainly Savanaclaw but also for the ones with keen senses - like Vil, for example. Also the octo-trio. Grim too.

Honestly anyone could fit this. Smell’s a keen sense. Like how we can catch a wif of something and get sent back to a memory stuck in the vault.

Yeah so…we’re in consensus that they’d hoard the prefect’s perfume like it’s a lifeline? After they go home? Saw an animation where Ace kept their phone so he could call it and hear their voicemail. Now we’re here.

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Riddle - who couldn’t bring himself to pilfer from your abandoned dorm and dislikes that he seriously considered it. Too nervous to ask what scent you wore but forever associates it with evenings in the library. Catching it on your wrist whenever you’d hand him a book. Mixed with the smell of old books and burning wax.

Trey - who borrowed one of your ties and decided not to return it. Not unless you asked. You didn’t. The scent’s almost gone, but he can figure out the main components. Buy something similar.

Cater - who has a handful of scrunchies and hairpins. You’d carry them for him. Lined up on your wrist like cased sausages. They all smell like you now. One even with a bit of spilled nail polish on it. Navy blue. Not Cater’s.

Deuce - who doesn’t think about it at first. Until he’s helping clean up your room and drops a small bottle on the ground. It cracks and the scent of cheap perfume permeates into the wood floor. He digs through the shards for a label, ignoring the cuts on his hands.

Ace - who sleeps in your room under the pretense that it’s for Grim’s sake. It’s not dorm betrayal. This was his room as much as it was yours. He’d sneak out or take a collar as much as Riddle’s patience lasts. Since he can’t sleep anywhere else.

Leona - who’s been close enough to you to memorize the scent. He knows the brand. Knows the make and year. Some cheap body spray that barely lasts longer than a few hours. Like gum. He sprays some on his pillows before bed, burying his nose between them and pretends it’s you.

Ruggie - who couldn’t help himself. He swiped your half-empty bottle with practiced ease. Using it sparingly, down to the last drop, spritzing just enough on his collar to make it through the hard times. Doesn’t matter the price now. He tries to tell himself ‘when it’s out, i’m done’ but he said that when you left and look at him now.

Jack - who forgets entirely. Until weeks pass and he finds one of ‘your’ sweaters in his room. A little travel sized perfume in the pocket. He sprays some on the collar and presses it to his nose. For a moment, you’re there.

Azul - who’s paid for new couches in the VIP room. Scent permeates into leather and you’ve spent night after night curled on the originals. They’re moved to his bedroom, where he sleeps on them more than his own bed.

Floyd - who’s used to everything smelling too big. The surface world’s full of more pungent notes. He asks (demands) rather garishly for whatever you had. Soap, perfume, lotion - he doesn’t care. In a world where smells are too big, yours has become too small.

Jade - who brews the same blend of tea every night. Serves it in the same cup, pours out of the same pot, and doesn’t take a single sip. He lets the scent evaporate into the air because it smells faintly of someone who would dab some on their pulse points. Just for him.

Kalim - who supplied your entire wardrobe. Who wouldn’t budge on it, and made sure you had clean clothes besides your uniform. You looked so pretty, so happy, and your gratitude made him feel so loved. He didn’t stop there either. You complimented his bedroom once and that was enough to send more blankets than you’d ever need. Especially after seeing how cold Ramshackle could get. They were for you. So why are these the only blankets he can sleep in? If he closes his eyes, pulls them close, breathes - you’re hugging him, right? From wherever you are.

Jamil - who’s struggling to clean his room. There isn’t much time to dawdle. His sheets need to be washed. His uniform ironed. Then he has to finish his duties, shower, and ready for bed. He opens the top drawer for a new set of sheets and is hit with you. That’s right. You did the laundry last week…he closes the drawer and goes to borrow a set from Kalim. The urge to pull them out strong, but Jamil’s always been resistant to his needs.

Vil - who’s suddenly caught wearing a brand far beneath his normal standards. He rarely shows preference to one over the other. Yet this cheap, poorly balanced - honest to goodness mockery of a perfume has become his favorite. No one knows why.

Epel - who let you use his cardigan one time. More like you stole it during your stay at Harveston. Grandma said she’d make you one for when you came back. You still hogged his. The fibers picked your scent and he’s afraid to wash it. What was supposed to bring homely comfort, now fills him with yearning and nostalgia.

Rook - who seats himself in front of the fire. Barely lit, dim, and more for the mood. To light this abandoned room in a new emotion. He takes one last inhale from the most intoxicating scent known to Twisted Wonderland, and then tosses it to the flames.

Idia - who fingers a little glass bottle between thumb and index. It’s almost gone. He could buy more. Make some. The tags were peeled off, but Ortho could dissect the contents with just a drop. He’s clinging. Idia knows this as he pops the cap and presses his nose to it.

Ortho - who’s learning how to make friends. With new emotions and freedom. He’s studied the senses and how they influence emotions. When asked if there’s anything he’d like from Ramshackle, he thinks of what his brother might like. Idia won’t ask for himself. Yet Ortho’s own thoughts surprise him, because why does he want this little bottle of perfume so badly? It’s nothing special. He can locate 10 online listings with competitive prices and quantities. Yet he specifically wants this one.

Malleus - who slips into Ramshackle at the height of midnight. A ruin once again with relics upon relics of a beautiful soul now gone. He loiters and avoids your bedroom. Yet when he enters the bathroom, he looks at his reflection in the vanity. His eye catches the smallest glass bottle…and he takes it. He dares to spray it once on his cuff. The yearning causes him to stow it away for the next century. Until he craves to feel their warmth and searches.

Lilia - who smiles fondly, pressing the lapels of your blazer down and into a box. Taking it in before that sense begins to dull too. Committing it to memory. In a decade or two he’ll cross its path again, and remember .

Sebek - who chases. Who shamefully gives in to instinct and attachment. Who sprays the last of some generic, cheap, alcohol based scent that was an assault to him with bittersweet yearning. He traps it on your portrait and seals it in a glass frame. If temptation’s going to linger in him, then let it drive him forward.

Silver - whose eyes open easily for the first time. His heart stuttering, mind shifting, attention sharp … the call of your name on his lips, as a random student shakes him awake during class. He asks what perfume they wear and commits it to memory.

Grim - who sleeps curled on one of Heartslabyul’s chaises. He can’t go back to Ramshackle. Home. It’s not home without you there. He sleeps with the same striped throw that was hanging on that old, green lounge chair. The one you’d wrap him in while he waited for the fire to stoke. Each night he begs for Ace to do whatever it is he does to make it ‘smell right’. When he sleeps, he can almost pretend the armrest is your side and he’s right where he’s meant to be.

[micocorie]

FIRST PULL AGAIN?

[micocorie]

zanka refuses to look at you.

he’s been like this all week, moving around you like you’re sick and whatever you have is contagious, like one glance might land him in the hospital. he’s careful, quiet, too polite, and keeps his distance. it’s driving you insane. you can’t even tell if he’s avoiding you because you said something weird or because he secretly hates being around you.

but that’s stupid. obviously. because zanka’s brave and strong and very scary and most definitely not the type to fall apart just because you talked to him this morning, right?

he’s standing across the room now, stiff like someone dipped him in concrete. pretending to be very interested in the texture of the wall. you’re pretending to study the laces of your boots. neither of you say a word. the silence is loud and unbearable and also for some unknown reason, embarrassing.

and then enjin sighs. loud enough to worry everyone.

“okay i’m going to kill both of you if this keeps going,” he says.

you blink. so does zanka.

“you like her,” enjin says, pointing an accusing finger at zanka. “and you,” he turns to you, “you like him. it’s disgusting. talk to each other before i lock you in this room together.”

you open your mouth. but nothing actually comes out. zanka turns red. like tomato red. like he might explode any second now.

“i. um. yes,” zanka manages, not looking at you.

you nod furiously. “same. yes.”

the silence that follows is even worse than before. enjin sighs and walks out muttering something about being useless. 

after he walks out you hear the door lock

“ENJIN!” you both yell in sync 

you and zanka glance at each other for half a second before immediately looking away. both a blushing mess.

at least there’s some progress. i guess…

tags: @kumasakka @kaidostwin @yvanilaa

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a/n: eat up child (i deserve a zodyl fic)

[micocorie]

SOS — Overblots x gn! reader

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

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

wc: 1.8k (~230 each character)

Master List

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

❥ Riddle Rosehearts

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

❥ Leona Kingscholar

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

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

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

❥ Jamil Viper

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

❥ Vil Schoenheit

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

❥ Idia Shroud

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

❥ Malleus Draconia

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

[micocorie]

When the twst anime comes out can we all pretend like Lilia is genuinely dead in the game and will die in the anime eventually the way haikyuu fans pretend daichi is dead??? I think it’d be really funny... Like he shows up for 0.5 seconds in the background and we all just go “it’s like I can still hear his voice.”

[micocorie]

જ⁀✦ Not My Type ( Kind Of )

( enjin x fem! reader )

✩ a/n — mind you, the only canon thing in this is his type 😭

✩ word count — 500

✩ content — enjin x fem! reader, curvy! reader (not explicit but yeah), unforgiving! reader, enjin is whipped, slightly suggestive? (like one small part) , not proofread, probably ooc

✩ synopsis — You were Enjin's type to almost a tee—hot as hell, sharp as a blade, curves that made his brain short-circuit, and just naughty enough to make him dream about you nightly—but forgiving? You were not.

── .✦ make you want all of her love

Enjin knew he had a type.

Hot. Smarter than him. Nice curves. A little naughty. Very forgiving.

Really, the forgiving part was the biggest thing for a man like him. 

“I’ve got a huge thing for women who let me get away with being me.”

And that?

That’s where you broke the mold.

Because you were all the rest of it—hot as hell, sharp as a blade, curves that made his brain short-circuit, and just naughty enough to make him dream about you nightly—but forgiving?

You were not.

You didn’t let things slide. You didn’t accept half-baked apologies or lazy excuses. Enjin messes up? He hears about it. He pulls some reckless stunt and gets himself injured without telling you?

You go radio silent. Walk out of the room when he enters. Let him spiral.

You were not what he said he wanted.

And yet—he wanted you more than he’d wanted anyone in his damn life.

The first time you made him beg, it rewired something in his brain.

He’d messed up. Bad. Took a job without backup, got hurt, didn’t call. Chaos that isn’t expected from someone like him.

But when he limped in the next morning, grinning like a proud idiot?

You didn’t scold. You didn’t scream. You walked away.

And kept doing it. For days.

Enjin tried everything. 

Cracked jokes. 

Sat next to you. 

Offered to carry your stuff. 

Showed up in your space like a stray mutt, full of desperation and charm. 

Nothing worked.

Until finally, he showed up to your door. 

No flowers. No snacks. 

Just him—shirtless, sweaty, stupidly beautiful—and genuinely scared.

“…You hate me?” he asked.

You didn’t even glance up from your seat. “No.”

He brightened. “Okay, cool, so you don’t—”

“I’m just deeply unimpressed.”

Deadpan. Cold. Brutal.

He nearly whimpered. “Okay. Damn. Look—what do I have to do?”

You closed your book slowly and looked him over. That stupid blue hair, those wild eyes, that body you hated loving.

“Nothing,” you said. “I don’t forgive just because someone begs.”

He blinked. “But I’m begging.”

You tilted your head. “Try harder.”

After that, it became a dance.

He’d do something reckless. Say something outrageous. You’d glare, roll your eyes, ignore him for hours.

And he’d fall deeper every time.

Because you weren’t the kind of woman who coddled. 

You didn’t smooth his rough edges. 

You made him sharpen up. 

You made him work.

And when you did forgive him—when you finally gave in, pulled him down by the collar and kissed him breathless?

It felt like winning the lottery.

“Y’know,” he muttered one night, face buried in your chest, “you’re totally not my type.”

You hummed. “Then leave.”

He clung to you tighter. “Shut up. You ruined every girl after. I like my women hot and forgiving—and you’re just hot.”

You grinned. “Poor baby.”

He looked up at you, love-drunk and smug. “Still. I’d rather beg you for the rest of my life than be loved easy by anyone else.”

And he meant it.

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mind you. this is literally canon