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Clothes

Upon first day of your stay in twisted wonderland you realized you didn't have any clothes besides the ceremonial robe and a dusty uniform you were able to find in Ramshackle. Good thing you now have a few friends to borrow things from!

Type: Headcanons, SFW, Romantic or Platonic

Characters: Ace Trappola; Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Epel Felmier; Sebek Zigvolt

AN: I'm surprised noone has addressed this yet... Unless we're walking around in Crewel's fashion dresses the entire time-

Ace Trappola

-The man is at first reluctant at sharing his clothes, calls you a hobo and teases endlessly, even insinuating that you secretly got rid of your clothes on purpose to have a piece of him. He's horrible as always.

-But as soon as you get fed up and are ready to turn to Duece for help, all of a sudden, the trouble maker has a spare T-shirt he can lend you. Afterwards the man is simply smug that you're wearing his panties. Expect lots of teasing.

- At some point it becomes second nature for him to lend you clothes, to the extent of you two sharing a wardrobe, which can lead to comical situations of him demanding a specific shirt back for an Unbirthday party.

Deuce Spade

-Unlike certain someone, Spade is happy to help his new friend. The man does get a bit flustered the first time he lends you a pair of slacks, but nothing else. There will be no judgment on his end, regardless of what article of clothes you need.

- Main difference between his and Ace's approach to your problem is that Duece gives you "better" clothes, once he believes to be more comfortable and in better condition.

- Spade is a good friend above all. If it means sleeping without underwear, but you having a pair in turn, he's ready and willing to make such sacrifices.

Jack Howl

- The wolf is flustered (^_-). But much like Duece he's a good friend and will share his shirts and pants with you. Unlike Spade however, Jack will keep his underwear on himself, no matter if you have any or not, though he will help you at least to buy a pair.

- Beast man always lends you clean clothes, those neutral, easily usable in most situations. Jack praises himself on efficiency and fastness of his reactions, surprisingly that shows in the clothes too. All articles matching each scenario you might need in a very convenient timing.

-The young man also asks Ruggie for places which sell clothes cheaper or an easier way for you to get some. He's simply worried for you.

Epel Felmier

- Epel is of course a bit confused by your circumstances, but much like Duece won't rub it in your face. He's a country person, came from a place where people actually build strong communities, helping one another is simply a norm.

- Pomfior student will firstly lend you items he simply doesn't like. Perhaps an extravagant blouse here, a pair of shoes there. Now you look like a princess.

- Epel will also try and pull a few strings in his dorm to shake off some things off of his roommates and such. Are they fashion powerhouse or what?

- Secretly young Felmier will ask his grandmother to knit you a few things if the two of you do become close friends. It would be only fair you get to share the warmth only a family can provide.

Sebek Zigvolt

-HA! Don't be absurd he would never share cloth with a mere hu- Wait, you said Malleus takes midnight strolls near your dorm?! Cover yourself!

- Despite all the yelling and red face Sebek will lend you some clothes. Zigvolt lends you things he either outgrow or stopped wearing for some reason, they're surprisingly well kept.

- The longer the two of you are friends the more clothes he gives, soon giving you his newer items, at times, sevens forbid, socks.

- Despite how much he yells and claims it's all to shield Malleus's eyes from your from, it's balantly obvious he's genuinely worried for you. After all freshly bought clothing sets don't magically manifest in your dorm. Or do they?

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The reader turning into a child due to a potion has planted an idea into my brain and I feel like I have to share.

Reader getting hit with a potion that turns them into a baby dragon (like how baby Mal looked during chapter 7) :>

Omg BABY DRAGON SIBLING!!!

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It would make more sense if it was ADeuce and Grim causing the problem again, Professor Crewel felt like it would make tons of sense if it was! What didn’t make sense was the fact that the cause of it was Sebek, Epel, and Jack.

Crewel was currently looking down at where the Prefect was once standing. Now, sitting in their place was a lizard the size of a purse dog. The creature looked up at him with their big glossy eyes, then tilted their head to the side.

Epel, Jack, and Sebek just stood nearby, unsure what to say. Yeah, they might have made the wrong potion… yeah they might have accidentally spilled it on the Prefect… and yeah, they don’t know how to fix it…

Professor Crewel doesn’t say anything and just walks away, getting ready to make an antidote.

“… so does that mean we have to watch them now?” Epel finally spoke up as he looked down at the little lizard… wait were those wings?

Jack crouches down and picks up the transformed Prefect. “I don’t think we have much of a choice… did they turn into a dragon?”

“Humph! Are you trying to compare this useless creature to what Waka-sama represents?! Malleus is ten times better than what the Prefect is now!”

At Sebek’s words, you turn your head towards him… and blow out green flames towards the half-fae.

Jack holds you away from him.

Epel lets out a startled scream.

And Sebek is now currently trying to put out the fire that is on his uniform jacket.

Meanwhile you were just staring at the chaotic mess you created, blinking at Sebek as he was patting down at the green fire. Epel pointed his mage pen at Sebek and doused him in water.

Now stood a wet, and irritated Sebek.

“YOU- HOW DARE-!” Sebek was filled with so much anger he couldn’t even properly finish his sentence.

Jack walked over to one of the desks and placed your tiny lizard body there. You stare up at the Wolf Beast-men and start letting out small clicking sounds, as if trying to say something.

You start to stand on your hind legs and try to lean more forward, wanting to be held again. Unfortunately Jack didn’t get the memo, and you started screeching.

All three of the first-years cover their ears at the sound of your high pitch cry.

“Ah! What do we do?! What does the Prefect want!”

“YOU THINK I SHOULD KNOW?!” Sebek snapped at Epel, making them both argue as Jack tried to cover his large ears the best he could.

The loud yelling and screeching stopped as the classroom door swung open. There, stood Malleus Draconia in all his glory, heaving and panting as he ran all the way here.

"Where? Where are they?" Malleus huffs out as he scans around the room.

Another screech was let out from your tiny body, and Malleus quickly turns his gaze and locks onto you. His breath gets caught in his throat as he's suddenly hit with a sense of déjà vu.

"W-waka-sama!? What are you doing here?!"

Malleus ignores Sebek as he makes his way over to you. Once you notice his presence, you began clicking at him. Through all your clicking, all Malleus could hear is:

"Mal Mal! Mal Mal!"

This was his Baby Sibling!

Without a second thought, Malleus scoops you up and holds your tiny dragon body close to his own. You began to purr, causing the dragon fae to smile.

"Um... Malleus-senpai?" Epel spoke up, hoping to get the fae's attention, but he was ignored.

Malleus makes his own clicking sounds, clearly communicating with the dragon version of his baby sibling. You let out a loud yawn, followed by a small squeak. Malleus had to hold himself together before he crumbled into dust from how cute you were.

The first years all held their breath as Malleus turned to them. This was it, wasn't it? They were gonna die due to their stupid mistake.

"Sebek... I need you to stall Professor Crewel from making the antidote."

Huh?

"Just as Spade and Trappola made their own mistake, I did not punish them. Just how I won't punish you three. Your mistake turned into a blessing. Now! I must find Lilia, hopefully he still has the baby carrier out."

Malleus gracefully walks past the first years and out of the classroom, happily holding onto his Baby Sibling who he continues to purr and make clicking sounds towards.

Sebek, Jack, and Epel just stood there in pure shock at what just occurred.

"Did that just happen? Did he just steal away the Prefect?" Epel broke the silence again, trying to make sense of what he just saw.

Sebek snaps out of his daze and quickly walks out of the classroom.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Jack blinks as the half-fae rushes by him.

"Waka-sama needs me to stall the Professor!"

Epel and Jack just watch as the croc sprints out to go find the professor.

Well, the rest of the day was gonna be eventful.

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Hai! Could u possibly make a Idia x reader fic where reader gets accidentally turned into a cat during a potion fuck up (ahem ahem ace) and ran to Idia since they’re like dating and then Idia is like wow! The kitty is very cute and nice and like fluffy

Ysyyayasyyayayaya

Cat-tastrophe in Ignihyde

(OOH BOY! *read in mickey mouse voice* This was a long one! But i love it 😺💕)

You were having an okay day. That is, until Ace happened. During a demonstration Crewel was doing to the class on how to make an awakening potion, Ace was messing around while Deuce and you tried stopping him, he added random things he found, then Deuce grabs his arm to stop him but Ace jerks and accidently knocks the cauldron. Right onto you. (ouch)

“Oops.”

"Oops? ACE, WHAT DO YOU MEAN—" Your words cut off as a dizzy spell overtook you, your limbs suddenly feeling way too small. The world around you spun and grew impossibly large, the potions classroom stretching into a towering labyrinth of desks and cauldrons.

When the dizziness faded, you tried to speak again, but instead of words, a small, indignant mew left your mouth.

Oh. Oh no.

Ace blinked at you, then burst into laughter. "Oh, man, this is so not my fault!"

You swiped a paw at his ankle, hissing. Of course this was his fault. You should’ve known better than to let him mess with potions unsupervised.

“Okay, okay! We just—uh—need to fix this! Before Crewel finds out and skins me alive!”

But you weren’t sticking around for that. Nope. Absolutely not. You were not going to be some test subject while Ace scrambled to fix his mistake. So, you did the first thing that came to mind: you bolted.

You darted between legs, leapt over bags, and made it out of the classroom before Ace could even think about catching you. Your paws pattered against the stone halls of Night Raven College as you sped towards the one place you knew you’d be safe—Idia’s room.

Idia was having a normal day—well, as normal as it could get for a shut-in gaming enthusiast with crippling social anxiety. He was curled up in his chair, controller in hand, deep into an online raid when he heard it.

A small, insistent scratching at his door.

He frowned, pushing his headset down. "Huh?" He wasn't expecting anyone. Ortho always just floated in. No one else ever came to his room.

Another scratch.

Slowly, he rolled his chair over and cracked the door open, only for something small and fluffy to dart inside, weaving between his legs.

"What the—?" He turned just in time to see a cat—no, the cutest cat he had ever seen—flop onto his rug like it owned the place. Its fur was soft-looking, its ears twitching slightly as it blinked up at him with the biggest, most familiar eyes.

“Wait, wh—?” Idia felt his brain short-circuit. Where did this adorable little guy come from? His heart pounded as the cat rolled over and stretched, letting out a small, contented mrrp.

He was weak. He was so weak.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, slowly sinking to the floor. “You’re so cute.”

The cat gave him a smug look.

Idia hesitated for a second before tentatively reaching out. When the cat didn’t bolt, he gently scratched behind its ears. The purr that rumbled from its chest was instant.

"This is fine," he mumbled, cheeks dusting pink. "This is totally fine. New best friend acquired. I didn't even have to leave my room. Achievement unlocked."

The cat—you—sighed, clearly exasperated, and then, in a moment of absentmindedness, batted at his controller with a very familiar level of irritation.

Idia froze.

The way you huffed. The way you swatted his stuff when you were annoyed. The look in your eyes.

His brain ran through the possibilities. There was no way this was a coincidence.

“…Y/N?” His voice was quiet, but the way your ears perked told him everything.

You gave him an exasperated look, as if saying, About time, idiot.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, staring at you in horror. "Y/N, what the hell happened to you?!"

You flicked your tail and gave a pointed glare, trying to communicate the words: Ace. Potion. Fix it.

Idia groaned, running a hand down his face. "Of course it was Ace. I should've known."

Still, he couldn't deny—while this was an absolute disaster—you were an incredibly cute cat.

He coughed, ears turning red. "W-Well, uh... at least you’re cute?"

You smacked his knee with your paw.

"Ow! Okay, okay, I'll help fix this!" He quickly grabbed his tablet, typing away. "I'll find a cure, I swear. Just—just don't tell anyone I was calling you cute, okay?!"

You gave him a slow blink—the cat equivalent of a smug grin. Oh, he was never living this down.

Idia was still reeling from the realization that his adorable new feline companion was actually you, his partner, when you decided to make yourself even more comfortable.

You stretched lazily, then strutted across his room, tail flicking as you inspected your surroundings. Idia watched, wide-eyed, as you jumped onto his bed with an effortless grace that made him momentarily forget that this was you and not just a random cat.

"Y/N," he muttered, half-exasperated, half-in-awe, "you’re really leaning into this whole ‘cat’ thing, huh?"

You ignored him, settling down in the middle of his pillow.

Idia gawked. "My pillow?! Bro, I—? That’s where I sleep! Wait, do cats even have hygiene—never mind, I don’t wanna know."

You rolled onto your back, stretching luxuriously before flicking your tail in a way that told him you were absolutely staying right there.

Idia groaned, burying his face in his hands. “This is some kind of cosmic punishment. I must've triggered a bad RNG roll.”

A moment later, he peeked through his fingers and saw you happily kneading his blanket. His heart nearly exploded on the spot.

"You're so cute, I—" He clutched his chest like he was taking critical damage. "I might actually die."

You purred, clearly pleased with yourself.

About ten minutes later, after typing frantically on his tablet to find a solution (Why are there no ‘how to turn your s/o back from a cat’ guides? People turn into cats way too often at this school), Idia hesitated. His golden eyes darted to his desk. More specifically, to a small, unopened pouch sitting next to a pile of gaming snacks.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across his face.

"...I wonder," he murmured to himself.

He picked up the bag, inspecting it. It was a souvenir Ortho had given him after a visit to a pet shop—an impulse purchase "just in case" Idia ever decided to befriend an animal.

Catnip.

His fingers twitched. Would it work on you? Would it just make you relaxed, or would you go full-on feral? There was only one way to find out.

He opened the pouch.

The second the scent hit your nose, you froze. Your ears twitched. Your tail went stiff for a moment, then swayed.

Idia watched in rapt fascination as you slowly turned your head toward him, eyes locked onto the pouch like it contained the secrets of the universe.

"Oh. Oh my god." He grinned, shaking the bag slightly. “Do you want it, Y/N~?”

You stood up so fast that it was honestly alarming.

Idia let out a choked laugh. “No way. No way this actually—”

You pounced.

"GAH!" Idia barely had time to yelp as you launched yourself at his hand, batting at the pouch with wild enthusiasm. He scrambled back, cackling. “W-Wait, hold on, I thought you’d just sniff it! I didn’t think you’d go feral!”

But you were too far gone. You rolled on the floor, rubbing against the tiny bit of catnip that had fallen out, wriggling and pawing at it like an absolute menace.

Idia wiped a fake tear from his eye, biting back laughter. “This… this is the greatest day of my life.”

About fifteen minutes later, your wild catnip-fueled rampage slowed to a crawl. Your tail flicked weakly, your body sprawled lazily across Idia’s lap. The effect had definitely worn off, and now you just felt so tired.

Idia, still grinning, scratched behind your ears absentmindedly. “So… how’s it feel to get wrecked by a tiny green plant?”

You weakly swiped at his arm.

“Pfft, yeah, yeah, I deserve that.” He hummed, looking down at you, still curled up in his lap. "Y'know, this might actually be a little too dangerous. If you stay a cat too long, I might get too used to this. Having a little Y/N cat sleeping in my room all the time? Kinda OP."

You gave him a tired glare.

Idia smirked, brushing a finger under your chin. "No take-backs. You did this to yourself."

You grumbled, but the warmth of his lap, the gentle scratching, and the lingering effects of the catnip had you too exhausted to fight back. You closed your eyes, purring lightly.

Idia's face burned red. “Oh my god. I’m so keeping a picture of this.”

He quickly snapped a photo before setting his tablet aside and leaning back in his chair.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fix this,” he murmured, resting his hand on your back. “But, uh… maybe stay like this for a little longer? Just for a bit?”

You flicked your tail in response.

You'd let him have this one—for now.

Idia was in absolute heaven.

You, his s/o, his beloved, his partner-in-crime (and now, thanks to Ace, his temporary pet), were curled up in his lap, fast asleep. Your tiny, fluffy form rose and fell with each slow breath, and the softest little purrs rumbled against his legs.

He was paralyzed. Not out of fear, but because if he moved even a millimeter, you might wake up—and there was no way he was risking that.

His hands hovered above you, twitching, unsure if he should keep petting you or just admire the sheer cuteness of you passed out in his lap.

"This is the best day of my life," he whispered to himself.

And then, the door slammed open.

“Idia Shroud.”

The sharp, commanding voice of Professor Crewel cut through the room like a dagger. Idia yelped, nearly jumping out of his chair. You stirred slightly in his lap but remained asleep, only flicking an ear at the noise.

Crewel strode inside, exuding his usual presence of strict authority, a vial of glowing liquid in hand. His sharp eyes locked onto Idia, then to the cat curled up on his legs. He raised an eyebrow.

“So it’s true,” Crewel said, crossing his arms. “You were harboring them.”

“Wha—?!” Idia flailed, trying to cover your tiny form with his hands protectively. “I wasn’t harboring them, I was—! I mean, they came to me—! Look, can we just not right now? They’re sleeping.”

Crewel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, it’s time to fix this nonsense. I have the cure.” He lifted the vial. “Give them this, and they’ll return to normal immediately.”

Idia hesitated, glancing down at you. You were still out cold, your little paws twitching in your sleep, your head resting against his stomach like you were the most comfortable thing in the world.

His fingers clenched. His inner gremlin was fighting a war with his rational side.

On one hand, this was your body. You’d probably be mad if he delayed the cure.

On the other hand…

You were so tiny. So fluffy. So perfectly curled up in his lap, and he would never get this chance again.

He swallowed hard before looking up at Crewel, eyes pleading.

“…Can I just have five more minutes?”

Crewel blinked.

“…No.”

“Please?” Idia practically begged, gripping his hoodie like a desperate NPC pleading for an extra side quest reward. “Just five more minutes. Please, Professor, I—I have social anxiety! This is the first time someone has ever willingly sat in my lap, and it might never happen again! Let me just have this!!”

Crewel stared at him, completely unimpressed. “You do realize they’re not a real cat, right?”

“Obviously, but look at them!” Idia gestured wildly at your tiny form. “They trust me. They fell asleep on me. I—I think this is what peace feels like, Professor. Let me have this moment before I return to my life of social avoidance and gaming-induced back pain.”

Crewel sighed heavily, rubbing his temple. “…Three minutes.”

Idia gasped. “R-Really?!”

“Three.” Crewel’s glare sharpened. “No more.”

Idia immediately shut his mouth, nodding rapidly. “Yessir. Three minutes. Got it.”

Crewel watched with mild exasperation as Idia gingerly leaned back in his chair, gently stroking your fur, his expression one of pure, unfiltered bliss. He muttered something about this being the ultimate SSR-tier event, and Crewel decided to ignore it.

Exactly three minutes later, Crewel handed over the vial, and Idia—very, very reluctantly—administered the cure.

A few seconds passed, and then—POOF.

The next thing you knew, you were human again, sprawled across Idia’s lap in a very compromising position, your face just inches from his.

You blinked. “...Huh?”

Idia’s entire face turned beet red.

Crewel cleared his throat. “Get a room.”

“TH-THIS IS MY ROOM—!!” Idia sputtered.

You groaned, sitting up. “Ugh… my head…” You looked down at yourself, finally registering that you were back. “Oh, thank the Great Seven—I'm human again!”

Idia, still bright red, stared at you, looking oddly conflicted.

“…You good?” you asked.

He pouted. “I… I kinda miss the cat version of you.”

You blinked at him. Then smirked. “Oh? You liked me being a cat, huh?”

“You were cute, okay?!” Idia blurted, pulling his hood over his face. “Like, dangerously cute. I—I almost asked Ortho if I could keep you forever!”

You burst into laughter. “Wow, I leave for five minutes, and you’re already trying to domesticate me.”

Crewel sighed, already heading for the door. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear any of that.”

As he left, you turned back to Idia with a teasing grin. “Y’know, if you really miss it, maybe next time I’ll just act like a cat for a day.”

Idia choked. “D-Don’t joke about that!!”

You flicked his nose. “No promises, gamer boy.”

And with that, Idia buried his face in his hands, fully prepared to die from sheer embarrassment.

Idia was not okay.

His brain was still buffering from the absolute whiplash of events—one moment, he was cradling the cutest cat he had ever seen, and the next, you were back in human form, sitting on his lap, teasing him about his undeniable weakness for you in cat form.

And now?

Now you were staring at him with that mischievous glint in your eyes—the one that told him you were about to destroy him.

His face was already burning from embarrassment, but when you suddenly leaned in, his entire body went into panic mode.

“W-W-Wait—!”

Too late.

Your lips pressed softly against his flaming cheek, a quick but deliberate little kiss right on the pinkest part of his face.

Critical hit. Super effective. Idia is now completely incapacitated.

His entire system shut down. His eyes widened, his body went completely rigid, and for a moment, it looked like he forgot how to breathe. Then—

POOF.

His fire head completely went pink as he fully malfunctioned.

You giggled. “Wow. I didn’t know a person could actually be a heat generator.”

Idia let out a high-pitched, unintelligible noise, his hands slamming over his face as he curled inward like a dying spider. “W-Why—why would you—what kind of ultra-rare death event is this?!”

You grinned. “What? You’re telling me you can handle cat-me sleeping on you, but you can’t handle one little kiss?”

“That was different!” Idia wailed, rocking slightly as he tried to process what just happened. “C-Cat-you didn’t—! You weren’t—! GAHHH, my stats weren’t ready!!”

You laughed, leaning against his shoulder. “Too bad. No do-overs.”

Idia groaned dramatically, completely melting under the weight of his own embarrassment. “I-I need to log out of real life. I need a restart. Ortho, bring me my emergency blanket—I need to respawn!!”

You just smiled, resting your head against his shoulder. “Nope. You’re stuck with me.”

Idia let out a pathetic little whimper, completely powerless against your affection.

Honestly? He didn’t even mind.

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Same Cinderella-anon, just with more ideas I forgot to add in the first ask! maybe with reader being Trein's grandchild, having to go to NRC because he needs something and asked reader to bring it to him and Silver and reader being surprised at seeing each other again idk. anyways, have a good day and thanks in advance again!

cinderella!reader is trein's grandchild ✧･ﾟ

Summary: The reader is actually Trein's grandchild. They visit NRC campus at their grandfather's instruction and run into Silver again.

TW/CW: This is a continuation of THIS POST, minor B7 spoilers

Notes: The reader is NOT Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them pronouns for the reader, pre-relationship, familial headcanons as well

Guest Stars: Divus Crewel, Sebek Zigvolt

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It would seem Professor Trein needs some help that only his dearest grandchild can assist with. They attend Royal Sword Academy, and Professor Trein, or rather, Grandpa Mozus, would like access to some historical documents from the RSA library.

Can [Name] help him?

Surely they can. They love their grandfather.

And it would mean getting to visit the school across the island again.

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Mozus Trein

Trein is very protective of his grandchild.

If he seems stern in class, it doubles when his grandchild is there.

He has a complex relationship with [Name]'s parents due to the strained relationship he had with his daughter towards her entry into adulthood. They do not hate each other, though.

He loves them, but his love is firm and strict at times.

Gawking at his grandchild earns you detention.

The other staff are all familiar with [Name].

Trein talks about them and how one of the reasons he had looked into teaching at RSA was to be closer to them.

He was worried about them.

They are an innocent spirit who is too trusting, too accepting.

He is strict with them because he thinks they will get hurt.

The outside world is a scary place where grandpa can't protect them from the monsters out there, the bad apples...

When his grandchild visits, which happens sporadically but more often than one might imagine, Crewel is also tasked with looking over them. As per Trein's request (read: instruction).

Trein believes that his grandchild would be less embarrassed if it were not him at every turn checking on them. He trusts Crewel.

Sometimes, Trein thinks about leaving NRC to be with his grandchild, but he always decides to stay for his students.

Trein wishes that [Name] went to NRC, but they aren't the type the Dark Mirror would choose; they are a might magic user with a pure soul, after all. The very image of an RSA student.

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Silver

Silver continued to think about [Name]. Who were they?

A student, but not from NRC. From RSA, then?

Why couldn't he forget them? What was this?

He chooses not to trouble his family with it.

He is nearly an adult; he can figure this out for himself.

That said, he didn't expect them to be related to Professor Trein.

Silver was not aware of the professor's personal life.

Why would he be?

It doesn't change his opinion of [Name] as a friendly person.

But he is more wary now. He has heard that Professor Trein is... protective. And he doesn't blame the professor.

But Silver does not want to bring any trouble to his Master.

Silver wonders if it is worth pursuing such a curiosity.

And then it happens, all because of the narrative.

Silver and [Name] have their SECOND Meet-Cute.

Silver can't say he expected things to turn out like this!

Silver was trying his best to ignore Sebek's words echoing in his head. He should focus instead of daydream about a stranger. Sebek was right about that much, but that didn't mean ignoring every other living person on his island. He was his Master's guard, but he was also a student, and students should engage with the community or something like that.

He sighed softly, and he continued down the hall, making the mistake of not looking ahead of him and crashing into the person ahead of him. While no one was injured, it did leave the load they were carrying scattered across the hallway floor.

"I'm sorry..." Silver said, "Let me help with that."

He reached down to pick up one of the large textbooks from the floor, hand brushing against theirs. Silver looked toward them to see... [Name]? The same person from before? The very person he had been thinking of. Was this some kind of fateful encounter? Others had mentioned these to him... He could think about that later.

"Hello again. I am sorry to... cause this."

He looked almost sheepish as they waved it off, trying to tell him that there wasn't any harm done to them or their books. Regardless, Silver helped them gather the books into their arms again, taking a few to carry himself so that [Name] could see what was ahead of them.

"It's really alright. I couldn't see over the books either."

They look a bit embarrassed.

"[Name]... Why do you have," Silver paused to count them, "...twelve textbooks?"

Their embarrassment grew as an awkward smile graced their lips.

"My Granpa Mozus wanted me to bring these over from Royal Sword," they explained, "So I came here with the Headmage's permission to deliver... all of these."

Though their arms were still filled with books, they managed to make a gesture toward the books Silver carried for them.

He nodded.

"I understand. I will help you take these to your grandfather."

[Name] wondered if Silver was aware of what their grandfather was. If he knew, he certainly didn't act that way. He said nothing. It was almost refreshing to them to not have a grand reaction about it all.

That said, [Name] noted that the louder boy who was with Silver the last time was not here. He seemed as though he might react if [Name] told him their lineage. What was his name again? Sebastian?

They brushed the thought away and continued to walk down the hallway with Silver, headed toward the classroom their grandfather had said was his. He was a history teacher.

Stopping at the door, Silver knocked instead of [Name] simply due to the fact that he could support his stack of books with one arm. This was something that [Name] was trying not to gawk at. This boy sure was strong, then and again, his arms were rather strong-looking.

Did he not say he worked for his "master" the last time?

They were thinking about it again. There wasn't anyone like that at Royal Sword. Sure, some students helped the dorm leaders... But that wasn't... master and servant? Right? [Name] felt their head spin.

A voice came from inside the room, but it was not their grandfather's. It was a masculine one, slightly teasing as if testing them...

"Whatever might you need from us now?"

[Name] recognized it as Divus' voice, the younger man, though he was still older than them, who worked with their grandfather. He was a teacher, too. Alchemy?

Wait.

Were they interrupting something?

"It's [Name]!" they called back to Divus, "Oh, and Silver is helping me."

"Alright then, pups. You may enter~"

[Name] walked into the room as Silver opened the door for them with his free hand. Instantly [Name] was greeted with the classroom their grandfather used, wooden desks, a chalk board, books on a shelf, and her dear grandpa sitting at his own desk front and center.

Divus had stepped back to let them get to the desk.

"Grandpa Mozus!" [Name] called, walking forward to set the books on his desk, "I got all the things you sent for!"

They smiled, an expression that Trein returned.

Silver's face paled slightly at the sudden realization; the boy always was a bit slow on the uptake with human relations that Professor Trein was "Grandpa." But he recovered quickly as he presented the rest of the books to Trein.

"Here you go, sir."

"Ah, the books. Thank you, [Name]," Trein told his beloved grandchild, "And you as well, Silver, for helping them."

[Name] grinned, proud of the fact they had accomplished the task. The look on their face made Silver smile as well. This earned him a sharp glare from Trein, much sharper than his usual expression.

They stared at each other for a moment as [Name] looked between them, unsure if they were supposed to intervene given their grandpa was his teacher... It was well within his jurisdiction.

"I trust you would never do anything untoward to my grandchild, Silver?" Trein asked the light-haired boy.

"Of course not, sir."

Silver shook his head and ignored the chuckle from Professor Crewel.

"That is good to hear."

Trein's expression softened as he turned back to [Name].

"I hope this was not too arduous a task for my youngest?"

"No, this was alright. I hope the books help," [Name] told him, "Thank you for... trusting me."

They smiled yet again, and Trein returned it, just slightly.

Silver felt as though he was intruding on a personal moment. And maybe he was. He had been thinking about [Name], but he couldn't speak about that in front of Professor Trein.... [Name] was heading back to Royal Sword after this... What a mess.

He held back the urge to sigh.

Footsteps could be heard approaching.

Oh no... Silver knew that sound anywhere.

"SILVER!"

He sighed this time, and those in the room turned to look at the doorway. [Name] was startled, whereas the professors just seemed... tired. Perhaps a bit annoyed.

There stood Sebek, out of breath slightly with furrowed brows.

"Hello, Sebek..." Silver attempted to greet but was cut off.

"WHAT HAS YOU SO BUSY? WHAT IS OUR MASTER NEEDS US?"

Silver tried to explain it.

"I was helping... a friend."

Sebek glared at [Name], recognizing them.

"THIS HUMAN AGAIN?"

[Name] flinched at the volume, and Trein decided to step in.

"Sebek Zigvolt, you will not address my grandchild that way."

Sebel was startled at the address from his professor.

"Ah, my... my apologies, professor," Sebek stammered.

There really is never a peaceful day at Night Raven College.

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[rea-crx]

Where you fill their faces with lipstick marks.

FIRST-YEARS

THIRD YEARS HERE

Where, in a fit of affection, you start showering your boyfriend with soft, quick kisses. However, before you know it, you've covered his entire face with your lipstick. How would the guys react?

Ace Trappola

“Ohhh, so you love me that much, huh?”

From the moment you leave your trail of kisses on his face, Ace laughs with that mischievous smile that makes you want to kiss him even more. Far from being annoyed, he sees it as the perfect opportunity to show off

“How do I look? Attractive, right?” he asks cheekily, tilting his head so you can appreciate your masterpiece from every angle.

He doesn’t rush to clean himself up. In fact, if Deuce or someone else is around, he won’t hesitate to take advantage of the situation to show off. “Hey, Deuce, how does it feel to know my face gets more love than yours?” he jokes, enjoying his friend’s embarrassed expression.

He might even stroll around Hearstlabyul with one or two marks still visible, just to see how others react. However, when he feels like he's had enough, he'll try to clean himself up… though not without a bit of a whine.

“Hey, wait! You left one on my neck? Now everyone's going to think weird things…” But he says it with a smile, because deep down he loves the attention you give him.

Deuce Spade

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

My poor baby almost falls over on his back when he sees his reflection on his phone screen. His face is covered in lipstick marks and his brain completely shuts down.

He brings his hands to his face, as if that could hide the mess. His cheeks burn with embarrassment and he stutters, not knowing what to say.

“This is… this is… I can't—! Why did you do this?!” he asks in a higher-pitched voice than usual.

If Ace is around, things only get worse. “HAHAHA! “Look at this guy’s face!” Ace taunts, slapping him on the back as Deuce only sinks deeper into his embarrassment.

He quickly wipes it off with his sleeve, rubbing his face like he’s in the throes of a crisis. But even after he erases the marks, he's still bright red.

“…Don’t do things like that without warning,” he mutters under his breath, avoiding eye contact. But if you look closely, you’ll see a small smile struggling to make its way onto his lips.

Jack Howl

“…Hah?”

Jack freezes in place, eyes wide and an expression of pure bewilderment. His wolf-like ears twitch slightly, betraying his surprise.

“…what do you think you’re doing?” he asks in a serious tone, frowning. It’s not that he’s upset, but he doesn’t know how to react.

He immediately wipes it off with the sleeve of his jacket, trying to get rid of the marks as quickly as possible. But despite his stoic attitude, his ears and tail betray his emotions.

“You shouldn’t do that all of a sudden,” he says in a murmur, not looking directly at you. However, his tail continues to wag slightly, showing that, even though he denies it, deep down he liked it.

For the rest of the day, he will be unusually quiet and distracted, with the images of those kisses replaying in his head. Even though he won’t admit it, every time he runs his hand over his face, he will remember the feeling of your lips on his skin.

Epel Felmier

“Hey! This is embarrassing!”

Epel jumps as soon as he feels your lips repeatedly smacking his face. At first, he tries to pull away, but it’s too late. When he sees his reflection, his face turns as red as an apple.

“This is too much! I look… I look…!” He doesn’t even know how to describe himself. He covers his face with his hands, feeling that if Vil sees him like this, his reputation in Pomefiore will go down the drain.

“If Vil finds out about this, he’s going to tell me to clean my skin with essential oils or something weird!” he complains, taking a handkerchief to clean himself as quickly as possible.

But if you look closely, you’ll notice that when he thinks you’re not looking, he touches his cheek with a slight smile, as if deep down he liked it.

Sebek Zigvolt

“WHAT IS THIS DISHONOR?!”

Sebek practically jumps back when he realizes what you’ve done. His voice echoes throughout the hallway as he points at you indignantly

“INSOLENT HUMAN! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME DIRTY LIKE THAT!” he exclaims, as if you’ve committed an unforgivable crime.

He tries so hard to clean himself up that it looks like he's in the middle of a battle against an invisible enemy. But as much as he yells about how 'outrageous' this is, his red ears and the way he avoids looking directly at you say otherwise.

If Lilia or Silver walk by, the situation becomes worse for him.

“Oh, Sebek, it seems someone has won your heart~” Lilia sings with a mischievous laugh.

“T-THIS IS NOT LIKE THAT!” Sebek shouts, his face now completely red.

For the rest of the day, he'll be uncharacteristically grumpy and try to avoid the topic, but if you look closely, you'll see his lips tremble as if he's trying to hide a smile. Deep down, though he'll never admit it, something in his chest feels… warm.

[rea-crx]

Mera how have ya been lately? (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

I hope you're doing fine!

The ghost bride cards got me feeling some typa way tbh. All of those men fighting to be the groom, imagine if that's how the apocalypse au was like, except darling is the leader/esteemed personnel. Each of them fighting for darling's attention!

Anyways, as always, thank you for feeding us with yummy meals and content.

Xoxo ~ Izuna

Omg maybe darling is the leader of the Ramshackle Compound!!!!! The compound was originally abandoned (of life) until you and Grim discovered it, and with the help of the ghosts inhabiting it you were able to turn it into something livable and secure! Not many know of its existence until, unfortunately, the intelligence branch of Ignihyde catches drone footage of you coming and going. And someone ends up leaking it to the other compounds and now everyone wants to unify Ramshackle with their respective compound. Most of all, they wish to meet the elusive compound leader who seems to be so good at fending for themself. :)

Riddle isn’t opposed to a marriage with you. After all, that’s how many traditional unions happen. Kingdoms of yore have done it, and Riddle is dedicated to following tradition down to every detail, however minuscule. He’s rather impressed you managed to survive on your own. That’s a commendable feat. Once he weds you, you won’t have to worry about struggling to get by. You’ll have access to all of Heartslabyul’s resources. No more hunting for food yourself! You’re under Riddle’s rule now, and that’s arguably worse than living in isolation with Grim and a few ghosts.

Leona’s also impressed, which is something the average person can’t accomplish easily. He’ll want to meet you promptly, if only to see if the rumors surrounding you are true. Are you really a strong, capable fighter? Or is that just some nonsense story made up to make others think you’re some untouchable, fearsome herbivore? Although the more impatient he becomes, the more he takes a liking to keeping you within Savanaclaw’s compound. Your reputation is interesting enough; now hopefully it’s the same for you as a person.

Azul’s frustrated and overwhelmingly envious. Had he known about an empty compound, he could’ve expanded his influence! He’s already built up such an impressive stronghold both on the land and in the sea, but he’s always been so ambitiously avaricious. He wants what you have, but most of all he wants you. You’re a cutthroat thing, always so determined to survive. And you’re taking care of your strange…pet? He’s not sure what Grim is, but he’ll know soon once Jade and Floyd capture the both of you. He’s willing to go about this peacefully; he’ll nudge you into a contractual marriage. It’s the smart thing to do in these trying times. <3

Kalim’s excited to know someone new exists out there. He wants to meet you and become your friend. He doesn’t even consider the fact that you could be dangerous or infected. He’s just curious and wants to welcome a new friend! When he learns it’s only you in the compound, he feels so sad. :( you’re all alone in there. Doesn’t it get lonely? You must come to Scarabia! He’ll make sure you’re never lonely. :D

Vil has always considered the possibility that there are more out there, and to think it was proven correct with your existence is somewhat of a relief. Even if it’s only one person, that’s one more added to a dwindling population count. Somehow it’s more bleak that way, but Vil won’t allow himself to become stressed or saddened. There is no debate to be had; he will meet you, and if he determines you useful and safe enough you shall become his. He has lots of strict criteria for his evaluation of you, but from footage alone he’s seen you’re quite capable on your own. At the very least, you know how to wield a weapon, so Rook won’t have to instruct you in that area. Although your hand-to-hand combat is lacking… You could use a few lessons. Luckily, you’ll get that and much more when he welcomes you into Pomefiore.

Idia hates his life, but most of all he hates the loser who leaked that footage. This was supposed to be his big discovery! He was going to keep it a secret and everything, if only so the other compounds will keep their slimy, greedy paws off of his stuff. >:( Idia only wants your compound so he can use the empty rooms for his hobbies. It would be fun to have another larger space for gaming. He could furnish it to his liking and use it as a second getaway when he wants to escape all of his responsibilities at his compound. It was the perfect plan! So Idia makes it a mission to get to you before anyone else can, and with high-tech on his side it’s entirely plausible. :)

It’s a wonder the footage made it to Diasomnia, but Lilia has his way of keeping himself informed. He advises Malleus of this new development to see where the fae prince stands on the matter. Malleus takes a liking to you right away because he sympathizes with your being alone. If possible (and it is; anything’s possible when you’re one of the most powerful mages in the land), he’d like to meet you and see if an alliance of some sort can be formed. Of course from a logical standpoint, it makes sense. Two compounds are better than one: resources, information, and manpower can double and be shared between the two. But then Malleus isn’t thinking that way. He’s thinking of how nice it would be to give you the gift of companionship when he extends a gracious proposal to you. Hopefully you’ll agree. Secretly, he’d like to be close to you and learn all there is about the mysterious human and their animal companion braving the horrors of a ruined world.

[rea-crx]

Despairing Survival

I recently watched all of us are dead, and your girl is not immune to apocalypse au’s (•̀ᴗ•́)و (And angst. The ending of book 7 has me realizing we're close to the end and it's becoming real sad 😔)

Synopsis: After you're sacrifice with the outbreak, he thinks back to the moments in the wretchedness with you that made hell much more manageable.

Features: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, & Malleus

Warnings: Overblots are zombies, Meant to be viewed as a magicless au but doesn’t matter too much because non-humans are still not human, Angst, Childhood friends, You die, as usual for my fluff— a little corny, in Malleus's portion you're as old as him, because idk how childhood friends would work if you weren't.

One day you’re living an entirely normal life with him, and the next you know, inky beasts crawl on the floor, desperate to take a bite out of you. It´s whiplash, one moment you´re laughing with the man in front of you, and now you sit trapped in a closet, his hand covering your mouth as monsters drag themselves across the floor.

When he looks down at you, he can't help but feel a sting in his heart. The fear in your eyes reminds him of who you are in front of him, his friend who's been the center of his mind ever since knowing you.

But now, how will he ever come to terms with his inner conflict knowing one of you might not be here tomorrow. Though, what might be worse, is acknowledging the fact you don't return those feelings of his.

He will only ever be your friend.

Both of you have to fight for your lives in NRC as overblots chase you left and right, meeting with other students to get out of the wretched hellscape. Seeing friends you've known for so long become infected from their fight... Having to let them go with tears in your eyes, realizing you will never see them again.

He watches you with every breath, your second shadow, becoming your crutch as the losses become too much. While everyone else sleeps, he looks as you stare down at everyone, opening your mouth to say something to him. As your lip twitches, he'll hold your hand.

"Don't say anything. We have tomorrow, and the day after, or maybe next week." You finally lift your head, looking into his eyes, "We'll talk then."

...

And then, the termination of all infected is brought about. And he's left gasping for air in panic as you step away from him.

A newly enacted bite on your hand.

Even when you put your arm up to stop him from getting closer, he keeps walking toward you.

"You... You won't turn. You can't." you don't smile when you look at him, and neither do you say words. All you can hope is that he understands no matter what he believes, he can't deny reality.

The others stare in disbelief, watching the two of you with trembling breath. He's ready to yell another delusion before you pull him in, your lips on his. It's enough of a distraction for him, your soul welding into his. It feels like an eternity to him, but only because he wishes it to be. When you finally separate, he's ready to take hold of you and never let go. But he doesn't have a chance with you pushing him back into the others.

"Don't die."

Arms desperately hold him back from chasing you. The only fragment of you left is the voice that echoes as you lure overblots to your person, giving them a chance of escape.

He doesn't have the chance to see if you make it, the explosion blowing where you last were to pieces.

Riddle

He looks back at the time you all were caged in the library, only you and him solely being awake. Despite the gravity of the situation, you watch intently as Riddle buries himself in the few books left on the shelves.

A vast majority of them are medical books, but there are some law articles, buried at the bottom of the stack. He can feel your eyes on him as he scans each page, but he doesn't speak, only allowing you to continue staring in the silence.

It reminds him of the way you always peeked over his shoulder when he snuck out, curious to whatever he was doing. The proximity always made him nervous then, and it still does.

"You know, I don't think you have to keep studying anymore, Riddle." you finally break the quiet, Riddle glancing up from the words on the paper. "Who knows when this will be all over... Medical pursuits might as well end here."

"Don't say that, you might as well be saying to let the world die. When this passes over, I still need to pass..." Riddle's sentence falls away when you come closer, turning his head to find you a few inches away.

"I'm not trying to be negative I was just..." There's a certain hurt in your eyes that tells him something, but he isn't so sure until you tell him, "If the world does go back, do you really want to keep studying something you're not passionate about? I mean..." Riddle's eyes are trained on you as you rest your head on his shoulder. "Your mom's not here to do anything right?"

There's a comforting smile on your lips when you look at him. But it falters when he only stares at you in silence. You return your head to his body, following along the page. He's about to blurt his feelings to you before he feels your hand on his, replacing the anatomy book with the texts from the bottom.

"Well then, tell me everything, for as long as you can."

...

Riddle places the book at the root of a tree with your name carved on it. He wishes he had more time to tell you the rest of what he knows.

Leona

He thinks of when you all were trapped on the roof, his body lying on the edge as he looks into the sky, indifference masking his face. Part of his body hangs off the roof, overblots several stories below attempting to reach for him.

"I hope you're not trying to leave me alone in this apocalypse, Kingscholar." your shadow overcasts him, blocking his view of the stars. He tuts, but he won't tell you he prefers the sight of you over those burning balls of fire in the sky. He sits up, taking your hand and pulling you next to him.

It's similar to the way he would drag you closer to him when you both were younger, shielding you from heat and any danger.

"Don't think I can. You'd follow me into the afterlife and make me die a second time." You don't deny the claim, but he smiles with the way you roll your eyes at him. He watches you ready a retort but sees in real-time when you change your mind on what to say to him.

"... Yeah, I don't know what i'd do if you died." Those words have him look over at you, eyes wide for a moment. He recomposes himself before you have the chance to see it though. "I wouldn't have anyone to annoy while I give into insanity, would I?" despite the dark undertone in your words, you flash him a bright smile.

"... Don't say depressing shit like that."

"Then don't casually hang yourself at a height that could kill you Leona." he never would've let that happen anyway, he can't leave you here.

"Right right, I won't-" he's cut off when he feels your arms wrap around him, a warm embrace that has you bury your face into his neck, muffling your voice.

"Lets survive together."

...

He doesn't know if he should feel sad or angry when he looks at the ruined building. It seems that was the first agreement the two of you have ever broken.

Azul

He remembers holing up in the pool, everyone else talking on pool floats, far from where the two of you were. Azul sat next to you, dry and out of the pool, meanwhile, you sat right on the edge, your legs submerged in the light of the water.

Silence permeates the air, he can tell you're upset at him.

You always did the same when he was younger, turning away from him whenever he said something self-deprecating. You wouldn't speak to him until he said something positive about himself, to which you would turn around and smile. It always did make him feel better.

"If we end up having to run, I do hope you don't slip from the water on your feet."

"Well, maybe you could carry- Oh right you're not too strong in that area are you?" passive aggression is evident, so he understands you don't truly mean what you say to him. Silently, he scoots closer, testing the waters as to what you can tolerate from him. When he's shoulder to shoulder, he finally asks.

"... So what did I do exactly."

"Be stupid." a very vague reply. Typical from how long he's known you. He's sure he can suave his way out of your annoyance. He's ready to put on his charm and apologize all princely to you. He halts when he feels your hand grip tightly onto his. "... Don't disappear by yourself again..." You don't look at him when you say it, it sends a pang in his heart at the sight.

"... I was making sure you'd have-"

"Please, just... Don't leave me again. I... I'd miss you so much."

...

When he looks out at the sea, he no longer thinks home. He thinks about how you're such a hypocrite.

Jamil

He recalls when it was only the two of you trapped in the kitchen together. He insisted on gathering up leftovers for you so that you'd have enough energy for however long you'd be stuck in the school.

But, with how low supplies were, and the thought that there could be other survivors, had you deny him vehemently. The amount of ingredients could only really feed one person, and even then it wouldn't be enough sustenance.

You were always like this... helping when you didn't need to when you needed to care for yourself... It's frustrating, but, he can't deny the feeling of his heart softening when you care for him. It... was nice not having to work.

"You won't be able to find others if you can't even survive yourself." Jamil massages his nose bridge as you block the pantry, guarding the last few cans of food. "So please, let me make something for you."

"I'm sorry, but if there are other people who need it..." you zone out for a moment, allowing space in time for Jamil to take hold of you and hoist you over his shoulder. "Wha—Jamil...!" despite your struggles, his strength has him successfully sit you on one of the counters.

"You can't care for any other survivors if you can't care for yourself." you hiss when Jamil pinches your nose in reprimand. "So-"

"Then why aren't you eating for yourself?" your question has him quiet. "... I'd be fine with you eating the food if it's for you." ... Your naivety for survival has him frustrated, but the way you look at him has him soften. He's thinking of a reply but stops when he feels your fingers brush his hair behind his ear, a cold can on his lips.

"I'd be fine with anything as long as you don't die."

...

He shouldn't have listened to that sweet voice of yours. If he hadn't, maybe you could've dodged that bite in time.

Vil

He muses on being stuck in the theater room with you. It wasn’t the best place to be in during an outbreak, but it was the only place you could go to really. Vil places a blanket that had been left behind on your body, your head resting on destroyed couch cushions. It’s not the best, but all he could really provide you with.

He pauses for a moment looking down at your slumbering body, your inhales audible through the room. Typically, he would tell you about such a bad habit, but in the moment, he thinks he wants you to stay like that. It helps him remember that you’re there next to him in the hell that is reality.

The soft smile on his lips falls when he realizes what he’s about to do for you. But, it doesn’t fall because of his sacrifice, no… That’s really the only thing that has him ready to go through with it. The part that has him frowning is the cruel joke that you will no longer be there in his life, nor will he be there for yours.

He takes a few more seconds to absorb you, before standing up and turning heel to the door. Of course, he’s stopped by your hand pulling on his clothes. He should reprimand you for that, but the way you look at him holds him back.

“Where are you going Vil?” Your voice is still hoarse from the night you spent crying away. But it has him stiffen. “… You’re not leaving right?”

He should tell you the painful truth. Yes, he is. All because he needs you to live on, no matter the cost. He’s not going to let himself die, but if he must for your sake…

“… Don’t.”

“… It’s really not that simple—” you tug his shirt, his lithe figure falling on top of you. He thinks his acting skills always coincidentally fail whenever you’re involved because he’s sure you can see the way his perfect eyebrows furrow at the sight of you below him. He knows that the longer he looks at you the harder it’ll be to do what he has to… “It’s for you—”

“Nothing should be for only me… Vil…” say that one word, and it’s over for him. “Stay.”

…

A part of him wonders why you couldn’t listen to your own demands whenever he looks around his own dressing room.

Idia

He thinks you might’ve been his biggest nemesis, especially with that hero moment you pulled on him. He hates it so much, that he should be envious... You're basically a main character now...! Which...

Which means... you should come back right? To him?

Idia mentally replays when you both were stuck in the computer lab. The stuff in there wasn't nearly as high-tech as his own, but to him, it was better than being stuck in the gymnasium. A majority of the computers inside were wrecked, and unusable. A single screen worked though, Idia's fingers clicking the keyboard as you lean over him.

With the way he slams the table tells you something went wrong.

"There's no wifi...!" he leans back in the chair, burying his face in his hands. You can tell he's in distress, anyone would be. "How are we gonna get out—?!" Idia feels your hands pull him from his conflict, your eyes staring deep into his.

... You can't expect him to function properly when the friend he's been in love with for years is in kissing distance. His hair grows bright, the feeling of your hands on his face only making it flare even more.

"We'll get out." His lips part... Usually, this is where two love interest kiss right— He's cruelly reminded, however, that he's only a friend to you. Nothing more than the boy you played video games with. "Idia."

"Y-Yeah...?"

"Let's leave together, and play every game there is to play."

...

You never did get to play those games. And for once, Idia doesn't think he wants to play them anymore.

Malleus

He dreams of you. Specifically, he always finds himself in the gardens. It's a grotesque sight, overblots banging on the exterior, trying all manner of force to get in where the both of you stand. He's looking around, thinking of any way to get out without putting you in harm's way.

His face is stoic as he does it, an attempt to keep you calm while he thinks. Yet, you know him, if anything, despite his face, he's the one that needs to calm down. Coincidentally, you're one of the few who can do that.

"Stay here, I will go out and—" Malleus is interrupted by the feeling of your arm hooking onto his and dragging him far away from the view of the dead. "Wait, what are—" Despite questioning your actions, he doesn't attempt to stop them, he never has.

The feeling of you dragging him away is the equivalent of sneaking into the castle and bringing him out of his lonely solace, unknown to the senate. It's the only time back then, he would converse with anyone other than Lilia and the elders.

He will never stop you from dragging him away, not in reality, and not in his dreams.

"We're staying here until you make a plan that has us both put in danger." you shut the door of the garden shed, hiding you both from the hungry beasts that bang on the botanical garden's glass. Your arms are crossed as you look at him, and even with these circumstances, he can't help but think you make everything much livelier.

He knows the unfortunate answer to his feelings about you, but he will always imagine himself indulging in his deep rooted love.

But he still can't ever let harm come to you.

"Forgive me, but I can't." He takes a step closer to you, "I'm not letting that happen." He lets his words ruminate, your silence suffocating when he turns to leave. He's stopped when you pull him back, your arms hugging him from behind.

"It would be too lonely without you, Malleus."

...

Once again, he's the one who's left to be alone. And... He really thought you were the one to change that.

mmm... Reader and them having a Su-Hyeok (Former bully) and Nam-ra (Class President) dynamic instead... Being a halfbie desperate for human while (Insert Twst Character) desperately keeps you tethered to him because he's so in love... Sorry, my sadness from that series combined with book 7 hit hard 😔

[rea-crx]

Where you fill their faces with lipstick marks.

THIRD-YEARS

Where, in a fit of affection, you start showering your boyfriend with soft, quick kisses. However, before you know it, you've covered his entire face with your lipstick. How would the guys react?

maybe cringe? fr I had a lot of fun writing this lmao I didn't take it too seriously and maybe too ooc?

Leona Kingscholar

“Tsk… what a pain.”

From the first kiss, Leona narrows his eyes in suspicion.

For the second, he frowns.

For the third, he lets out a long sigh of resignation.

But most importantly… he doesn’t stop you.

He just lets you do it, lying back with his arms behind his head as if this were another one of an herbivore’s “whims.”

When you’re done, he opens one eye and looks at you in boredom.

“Are you done?”

You nod, satisfied.

Leona stretches and rolls over to go back to sleep.

“…I’ll clean it up later.”

And when he says “later,” he means he’s going to walk all over Savanaclaw like this without caring what anyone says.

When Ruggie sees it, he almost falls over laughing.

“Boss, you look like a romantic work of art!”

Leona doesn't even blink.

"So what?"

If you try to repeat it another day, he'll pull you by the wrist and roll you with him in the grass, trapping you under his arm with a mocking smile.

"Now it's my turn."

And well, you're going to be stuck for a while.

Cater Diamond

From the first kiss, Cater is already smiling. He’s one of those who enjoys these kinds of romantic gestures without any shame.

When you keep leaving traces of your lips on his face, he doesn’t just stay still, but encourages you to continue.

“Come on, Cay-Cay needs kisses on the other side too~!”

When you finish, his face is a mess of kisses. There are marks on his cheeks, his forehead, his jaw… even on his neck.

And the first thing he does is take out his phone 💀💀💀

“Selfie time~! #KissAttack #CayCayIsLoved #BestSmoochEver!”

Not only does he upload the photos to Magicam, but he sets one of them as his wallpaper for a good while.

But the best part comes when Riddle shows up.

“…Cater.”

“Yeah, little housewarden~?” he asks matter-of-factly.

“…Wipe your face before the unbirthday party.”

“Nah, I can’t erase this love!” he replies, winking at you.

And the best part of all: even though he says it’s “for aesthetics,” deep down he feels very loved and doesn’t want to wipe them off so quickly.

And yes, he uses that photo as his wallpaper for a few days… until someone bothers him too much.

But secretly, he saves it in his gallery forever.

Trey Clover

“Oh… so you play dirty now, huh?”

Trey isn’t one to be easily surprised, so when you start showering him with kisses, his initial reaction is to calmly smile and let you have your fun.

But when you finish and look at him in satisfaction, he raises an eyebrow, as if he’s planning something.

And then…

He catches you.

In one swift movement, he grabs you by the waist and drops you onto his lap.

Before you can react, he gives you a forceful kiss on the forehead.

“…Now you’re just like me.”

At first, you’re confused. But then, you feel the warmth on your skin and it dawns on you.

Trey used his own invisible lipstick.

Cater, who was passing by, lets out a laugh.

“Trey, dude! I didn’t know you had such a naughty side~!”

Trey laughs and shrugs, wiping himself off slowly.

“Maybe I should do the same with you next time, huh, prefect?”

And from the way he looks at you with a calm smile, you know he means it.

Vil Schoenheit

“Mh...what are you doing?!”

The first kiss already has him in crisis.

The second has him shaking.

By the third, his mind is collapsing.

“My skin! My makeup! MY FACE!”

He brings both hands to his face as if you’ve committed an unforgivable crime.

He looks at you with drama and disappointment, as if you’re his worst aesthetic mistake.

“I’m going to need to cleanse and rehydrate my skin immediately.”

Without another word, he hurries off to his vanity, pulling out the most expensive products he owns.

But… if you look closely, he’s smiling slightly.

And if you do it in private, he might not take it off right away.

Rook Hunt

"Oh, mon trésor, what a passionate attack!"

From the first kiss, Rook is already fascinated.

Not only does he not stop you, but he leans his face to receive more.

"How bold! How romantic! Your love has been stamped on my skin with the intensity of a tragic poem!"

And the worst thing is that HE DOES NOT TAKE IT OFF.

He walks through Pomefiore with his lips marked as if they were a trophy.

When Vil sees him, he puts a hand on his forehead and sighs deeply.

"Rook… please."

But Rook smiles proudly.

"I will never erase this trace of love, Roi du Poison."

If you try to run away, be prepared, because he will chase you to return your kisses.

"It's my turn to hunt, mon amour..."

Hell yeah he will catch you.

Idia Shroud

“Uh.....”

When the first kiss hits his skin, Idia completely freezes.

When you finish, his hair is completely PINK.

He literally stutters.

“T-This is like… like… a rare event from a secret route in an otome game…”

He's so freaky tf

He can’t process it. His head is crashing.

And the worst thing is that he doesn’t know what to do.

He covers his face with both hands, but his ears are completely red.

“…Why did you do that?” he whispers, almost like it’s a game glitch.

If Ortho sees it, he immediately smile

“Nii-san, you’re super blushing! Did you like it?”

Idia just mentally shuts down.

Malleus Draconia

"Oh… is this how humans show affection?"

From the first kiss, Malleus remains completely still.

When you finish, he stares at you with genuine curiosity.

"…I like it."

HE DOESN'T TAKE IT OFF.

If Sebek sees, he panics completely.

"YOUNG LORD! WHO DID THIS TO YOU?! IT'S DISRESPECTFUL! UNACCEPTABLE!"

Malleus ignores Sebek and smiles gently.

"…Can I have more?"

And then you decide your fate.

Lilia Vanrouge

"Oooh, you're so adorable, prefect~!"

Lilia accepts all the kisses excitedly.

When you're done, he pats you on the head and laughs happily.

"Such youthful energy! It reminds me of my days in the royal court~!"

Not only does he not wipe, but he actually wanders around Diasomnia like that.

If Silver or Malleus sees it, he'll just smile proudly.

"Look, boys, how affectionate is prefect to me~!"

If you try that again, he'll catch you and shower you with kisses in revenge.

[rea-crx]

If you can, I would love riddle's or Idia thought on this after Yuu got exposed

btw you're work is amazing and I hope you have a amazing day

Idia spend most of his time cyber stalking and bullying you, not that you would know it was him--he's good at concealing his tracks, that and he doesn't ever interact with you physically. It never bothered him, he was always able to justify the harassment by reminding him that you deserved it. You were--and still are, terrible to Yuu--and Yuu's great! The best player 2 someone could ask for.

But then everything was revealed, and his little bubble popped immediately. Quickly, more and more information came out about Yuu, it was the talk of the school for weeks. Idia would listen through his speakers the whispering of Underclassmen. He learned how badly the Housewardens were taking it, how Yuu hasn't left Ramshackle in weeks, how cold and depressing the school feels now.

Idia doesn't leave his bed for days after the reveal, and when he does it's only to listen through his speakers. He doesn't care about any of his dailies, or any limited attention Premo merch, or anything Ortho asks of him. He feels like a husk of himself--more so than usual. He's never been confident or extroverted, but Yuu made him feel--happy? When Yuu saved him, pulled him his Overblot and reminded him of his worth, he believed it for once. For once, he believed he was worth something, because Yuu believed he was worth something.

But was any of that true? Did Yuu ever see him as anything more than annoying garbage? Was he stupid for believing he was ever anything more than a horrible, annoying, garbage person?

In a way, it comforts him listening to the rumors about bounce around the school. He, nor Ortho, has seen you since everything was revealed, so he has to go what others are saying. He hears that you're hanging around RSA, he would too after everything that has happened.

Ortho says that contacting you might make him feel better, but he doesn't want to face you--he doesn't think he can. But as he stares at your number on his phone, he wonders if you have to know that it's him.

---

Riddle hates you, he knows he does.

After his overblot, his hatred for you, which was once small and barely noticeable, bloomed into something raw and festering. Fostered by his adoration to Yuu, it was born from their help during his Overblot, growing inside of him one day when Yuu described all of the horrible things you've done to them. How you would spread lies and rumors about them, destroying their friendships and making them feel so alone.

A part of Riddle thought that they understood him, both of them experiencing loneliness and depression throughout their childhood. Riddle thought that maybe there was something deeper to their relationship, and so, he felt this base need to protect and keep them safe from you.

But then, everything was revealed, and eventually, Riddle was forced to acknowledge the reality of the situation. Yuu was never his friend, they never understood what he was going through, he was nothing more than a pawn in Yuu's scheme, and it made him sick.

But even more so, it filled his with sorrow, forcing him to morn the relationship with Yuu he never had. He'd sit, alone in his room, wondering if ever any truth to Yuu, but judging by their incessant silence over the past few days, there wasn't a high chance.

Riddle isn't like Ace or Deuce, he doesn't try to contact you after you've left. Though, if you do get a message from him about the dangers of missing class, he's not sending them because he wishes to talk to you. He values your education--that's all.

[rea-crx]

Blot!reader pt.4

Part 4 to this

This is a darker story. I suggest you refrain from reading it if you're in a fragile mental state or unable to handle darker themes

(No but seriously, pt. 4 is extra graphic.)

The walk to Ignihyde was suffocating in its silence. The air sat stagnant, thick with something unspoken, clinging to your skin like a second layer. Somewhere in your bag, your phone buzzed—a new message from the group chat. Under different circumstances, it might have brought you comfort, a reminder that you weren't alone. But tonight, isolation wrapped around you like a mourning lover, familiar and unwanted.

Your mind wandered, flitting between fragmented thoughts like a radio caught between too many channels. It was exhausting, a constant background noise atop the weight already pressing on your shoulders. The steady rhythm of your footsteps on concrete softened as you entered the Ignihyde dorm, giving way to the cool echo of marble halls. Tonight, even the usual mechanical hum of the dorm's technology felt muted, as if the entire building was holding the breath for some crescendo.

The invitation still gnawed at the back of your mind. You hated to admit that the Blot had a point—something about this felt... off.

Idia's door loomed ahead, a simple barrier yet somehow imposing. Before, it had been a gateway into a world of dim neon lights and digital sanctuary, an introvert's haven. Now, it felt like the threshold of something, heavier, something waiting. Judging. You exhaled, squaring your shoulders before knocking softly.

The response came in the form of a quiet click as the lock disengaged.

Inside, the usual blue glow of Idia's room bathed everything in its cold light, but the atmosphere was different. The usual hum of monitors filled the air, but it felt heavier, dampened by something unseen yet tangible—despair, maybe. A slow, sinking sensation settled into your bones before you even took a step forward.

Did he lose in the game? You wondered, letting your gaze sweep over the multiple screens in his setup. but there was no new game on display. Instead, strings of data filled the monitors, lines of statistics and files that hinted at something far more serious. Had he already begun hacking the game? Or was this related to his unofficial internship at STYX?

Idia sat hunched at his desk, wearing the familiar pajamas you'd come to associate with the version of him that had grown comfortable around you. His knees were drawn up to his chest, arms wrapped around himself in a posture that spoke of exhaustion. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, his normally wild hair casting deep shadows over his hollowed-out expression. The way he curled in on himself was almost childlike, a feeble, pitiful attempt at self-soothing.

You nearly laughed—an instinctive, misplaced reaction to lighten your own mood. but you tactfully swallowed it down.

You'd learned long ago that there was no point in trying to break someone out of a habit when the rest of the world was already trying to fix them.

Instead, you focused on what he had invited you here for. "Which game was released?" You ask instead, kicking off your shoes and coming up behind him.

The moment you moved behind him, his reaction was immediate. He shut the files in a heartbeat, screens flickering back to something more benign. But the damage was done. You'd already seen it. And the unease pooling in your gut only deepened.

You didn't like the way Idia seemed to mirror the way you felt.

Slowly, his eyes drifted toward you.

Something about his gaze unsettled you. It was blank. Hollow. No nervous darting, no anxious fiddling with his sleeves. For once, Idia didn't look away. His stare was unwavering—determined, but utterly hopeless all at once.

It made you want to stand a little taller—to brace yourself.

Because whatever this was, whatever had brought him to this point—you had a feeling you weren't going to like it.

"Idia?"

He doesn't answer right away. When he finally speaks, his voice is eerily flat. Clinical in a way that makes your stomach twist.

"...Take off your jacket."

You blink. What?

"It's—no. It's cold. Your room is always freezing." You argue, your throat tightening. You don't like the way the air suddenly feels heavy, pressing in on you.

Idia's fingers twitch. "You won't."

A shiver crawls up your spine, and it has nothing to do with the temperature. Something is wrong. You can feel it in your bones, in the way your limbs feel impossibly heavy—like gravity itself has turned against you, dragging you down under the weight of something unspoken, something ugly.

The creak of Idia's chair cuts through the suffocating silence as he turns to face you fully. His expression is... off. The usual awkward hesitance is gone, replaced by something raw and strained. His lips are parted, as if he wants to say something, but the words refused to come—lodged in his throat like razors, threatening to spill blood if he forces them out.

Then, finally, he does.

"What are you?"

The question lands like a dagger between your ribs. You inhale sharply—a mistake. "Idia, what—"

"No." His voice trembles, and his hands curled into fists, fabric bunching under his white-knuckled fingers "No, don't—don't do that." His breathing is shallow, uneven. "Tell me; What are you?"

He sounds afraid. but not of you. No—he's afraid of knowing, of confirming whatever terrible thing is clawing at the edges of his mind.

"You're not normal. You know that, right?" His words stammer out, breath hitching. "You—you're not even cold when you should be. Do you—do you even realize that?"

A laugh escapes him, the sound ragged and worn—nearly broken. His voice rises, faster, breaking, unraveling. "You haven't noticed it, have you? You haven't said a damn thing about it—my room is negative four degrees." His voice climbs higher, fraying apart. "It's freezing—!"

Your blood runs cold—colder than it already was. You hadn't noticed the way his breath fogged in the air with every exhale. Your jaw locks shut, a dull sting in your palms forcing you to realize you've clenched your fists too tight, nails biting deep into your skin.

"Ortho scanned you." The words come out rushed, panicked. "I didn't think much of it at first, but— but I kept thinking, and looking and—" He swallows hard, struggling to force the words out. "I've seen those numbers before! T-that's what happens before an overblot takes over, except—it's not stopping. You're—"

His voice breaks, filled with despair. "You're frozen there."

You step back, arms instinctively coming up as if to shield yourself from the weight of his words. "Idia—"

he shouts your name, standing abruptly. The motion is almost aggressive, but then—he hesitates. His body jolts forward before he stumbles back as if afraid to get any closer.

"No. No, don't act like I'm crazy! You know something's wrong, don't you?!" His voice is raw, frayed at the edges like he's spent nights clawing at his own throat. "I'm not an idiot—look at you!"

His gaze locked onto your finger—the Blot ring. You moved to hide it like a fool, only further incriminating yourself. You were too flustered, too out of your element. A person that thrives in carefully articulated plans will never blossom in unexpected situations and confrontations.

Silence stretched between you, tense, suffocating. Then, finally—his voice drops to a whisper. "That's a Blot stone, isn't it?"

Your jaw clenched as you forced a smile, trying to get the upper hand again. "It was a gift from a friend."

Not a lie.

But not the truth, either.

Because the Blot—whatever it is, whatever you are to it—is not something you can explain. Not something you can put into words.

He watched you in silence, his gaze heavy, searching—like he could drag the truth out of you by sheer force of will. The room felt smaller, the air thinner, the walls pressing in, closing the space between you. Your skin prickled, instincts screaming at you to move, to run—but your feet refused to obey.

He was closer now than he'd ever dared to be, breath shallow and uneven, pupils contracted into pinpricks. it was the look of someone who had seen something they were never meant to see.

He was afraid.

"It's Blot, isn't it?" His voice is softer now—not less intense, just careful. As if he were unraveling a puzzle, and each word was another thread pulling the truth closer. "How? You don't have magic—so how? You didn't get sick, you weren't cursed—"

The silence stretched thick between you, swallowing the hum of his electronics, turning the once-familiar background noise into an irritating drone. You said nothing, but it was enough.

He exhaled a short, bitter laugh, devoid of humor. A wry smile flickered across his lips, brief and brittle. "I can't believe I didn't notice sooner. I mean, of course—! Of course, it had to be something like this. The first real friend I make and they're some... monster."

Your breath hitched, anger rising fast, sharp and sudden. Your fingers curled into fists, nails biting into your palms. Monster? He had no idea—no idea what you had sacrifice, what you had done to survive.

Idia noticed the shift immediately, his expression faltering. He took a step back, bumping into his desk. He swallowed. "How much of you is still here?" he asked, and this time, his voice was small, fragile. "Did I ever get to meet you? Were you ever real?"

The words should have gutted you. Maybe, later, they would. But right now—right now, there was no time for doubt. No time for guilt. You had come too far, had too much left undone to let this shake you.

So you smiled. Soft, careful. Deceptive. A picture of warmth despite the cold seeping from your skin. You took a slow step forward, like approaching a startled animal.

Idia almost broke right there. How could you smile like that—so beautifully, so effortlessly—when he was holding your rotten truth right in front of you? He wanted to scream. To cry. To beg you to undo it. He wanted to pull you into a rare embrace and promise that it would be okay.

"It doesn't matter what I am." You murmured, voice steady despite the way your lungs are closing at the fact you're admitting it to yourself. "I'm here, Idia. See? I'm real." Your words were flowery and sweet like powdered sugar. Cold hands met his as you laced your fingers together gently—as if they belonged together, tilting your head up to meet his terrified gaze once again.

Your hands, impossibly cold, found his. You laced your fingers with his, gentle, deliberate as if they belonged together. His breath stuttered. The chill of your skin confirmed his worst fears, but still, his heart pounded at your saccharine touch. A traitorous part of him bloomed with hope—hope that maybe, just maybe, things could still be okay.

You both exhaled.

A cloud of mist curled from Idia's lips.

None came from yours.

The walls pressed in again, suffocating and constricting like a serpent.

His expression shattered. "'Real?'" he echoed, the word brittle, dangerous in its quietness. "You think—?" He lets out another sharp, shaky breath, his breathing picking up, hands trembling in yours. He wanted to pull away, but they constricted instead, holding you tighter. "Real people don't have to convince others they're real."

The words cut deep. A blade straight through your skull.

And then he laughed. not out of amusement—but the hollow, broken sound people make when they don't know whether to scream or cry. His shoulders shake, and his fingers press hard against your knuckles like he's grasping at anything—even you—to keep himself together.

"You're dying." he whispered.

"You're already dead." His voice was eerily calm now. Empty as he sunk to the ground, dragging you down with him.

"And I don't know what I'm supposed to do with you."

The walk home was slow, the silence stretching thick and suffocating. Creeping whispers slithered into your mind, sharp-toothed and insidious, gnawing at the edges of your consciousness. You had left without a word, untangling yourself from him with a violent jerk—shoving him away as if his touch burned.

Only now did the look on his face register. The hurt. The despair.

Guilt settled into your gut like a stone. He was terrified—not just of you, but of what you had done. Of what you had become. His questions sent your thoughts spiraling, prying open doors you had never dared to unlock. Before now, your focus had been singular, your purpose unwavering. And yet—had you ever truly thought beyond that goal?

Had you ever been anything else?

Your pace quickened. Unknowingly, you gnawed at your thumbnail, gaze unfocused, lost in the labyrinth of your own mind. You had no destination, only the restless movement of your feet leading you anywhere, nowhere.

Were you ever real?

As you passed the window, the dark pane caught your reflection—a sight you had no desire to face. Yet, before you could stop yourself, your steps faltered, drawing you closer. The sound of your footsteps echoed, hollow and distant, swallowed by the wind that howled like a living thing, shrieking in the shell of your ear.

The stranger in the glass stared back, their expression twisting in revulsion, lips curled in a sneer as if the very thought of mirroring you was unbearable.

You couldn't bear to look.

Were your eyes always that color, that shape..?

The thought burrowed under your skin like maggots in rotting flesh, itching, writhing, unbearable. They skittered through your veins like they belonged there with you. The nausea rose in your throat, bitter and acrid. You wanted to claw yourself open—to dig out whatever filth lay inside and present it to a watchful divinity, to dissect yourself beneath the eye of heaven, to strip away this diseased existence and return to nothingness once again. To be the faceless, nameless void again.

Was Idia right? Dying? Dead?

"Am I a corpse?" you whispered into an empty night.

The world answered with silence. Cold. Oppressive. Cruel.

Your teeth clenched so tightly that the pressure throbbed in your skull, tension coiling like barbed wire. Something wet slid down your arm.

Blinking, you pulled your hand back.

The nail-biting had evolved into something worse—your thumb torn open, the flesh peeled away to ragged strips down to the bone. It glistened in the moonlight, pale and wet, like a shard of quarts freshly unearthed.

Your breath hitched. Your hands trembled, but the pain hadn't set in yet—adrenaline drowning it out like restless tides.

A laugh bubbled up, fragile and unhinged, teetering on the razor's edge between hysteria and horror. It spilled past your lips in a wavering exhale, like a drunken ballerina twirling toward oblivion.

Your vision swam, locking onto the raw, ruined digit.

It's already severed enough.

Might as well finish the job.

Before you could sink your teeth into the rest of your thumb, shadows lashed around your wrist, yanking your hand away with sharp, bruising force.

The Blot materialized before you, its form flicking like a nightmare barely held together. Its face was unreadable—featureless, shifting—but you could feel its glare, an icy pressure boring into your skull like an icepick.

The slender fingers wrapped around your arm tightened, sending a dull ache up your elbow as your fingers numbed beneath the crushing force. Cold blood still dripped sluggishly down your skin. For a moment, you thought the Blot might reprimand you, scold you for damaging yourself. After all, it needed you intact, didn't it? Alive and whole?

Then again... you couldn't quite recall the exact terms of your contract.

Instead, the Blot's voice dipped into something almost gentle, low and intimate in a way that made your spine stiffen.

"My... What have you done to yourself, little star?" It murmured, its words gliding over you like silk. Knowing, and low. "I warned you not to go to that boy's room. What happened?"

Despite the soft tone, its grip remained ironclad. A brittle, breathless laugh escaped your lips, the force of it making you dizzy. "He knows—Idia knows." You searched the Blot's face for any sign of deception, anything to suggest this was another game it was playing with you. It always seemed to know more than it let on. "Actually... he seems to know more than I do. Why is that?" Your tone came out more accusatory than intended.

Your head swam. It was getting harder to focus, harder to breathe. Your lungs felt stiff, like rigor mortis had set in, the muscle now too firm to move and the fresh forest air seemed repulsed to enter your bloodstream.

The Blot's free hand materialized a handkerchief, dabbing away the streaks of blood with an eerie, deliberate tenderness. It pressed the cloth against your wound, the pressure grounding you just enough to feel the sting. "He's smart," it mused, voice edged with something unreadable. "Threateningly so. I advise you avoid him, darling. He's no good for you."

A pause. A breath. Then, softer—almost an afterthought, spoken like arsenic honey:

"Or remove him. Anything for your goal, right?"

The casual suggestion sent an involuntary shudder down your spine, your body tensing on instinct. The moment of vulnerable hesitation was all it needed. Before you could react, the Blot lifted your injured hand—bringing it to its face. Surprisingly, it was warm—soft. You could feel its breath against your wrist as it nuzzled into your palm, quietly begging you to adore it the way it adores you.

Before you could realize it, the Blot opened its mouth, breath gently fanning against your finger as it took your thumb into its mouth, the sensation stinging for a moment.

A sharp inhale caught in your throat. its tongue was warm, contrasting against its otherwise frigid presence, the sensation having a n odd numbing effect to dull the throb of your injury now that the adrenaline wore off.

You scrutinized the Blot in the short moment as it seemed to savor the taste of you—gazing at you with something dark and devoted, like an adoring lover, something dangerously akin to reverence as if you'd given it every star in the sky.

You felt sickeningly safe in the weight of that adoration, the realization digging the knife deeper into your gut. For the first time in what felt like forever, warmth seeped into you—real, tangible. You almost leaned into it, instinctively reaching for something genuine, something real.

Connection. Affection.

The realization crashed over you like cold water, and you yanked your hand back, barely avoiding the scrape of its teeth. Your mouth opened, poised to scold it—to revel in the kicked-puppy demeanor it always assumed when chastised—only for your breath to catch on something else entirely.

Your thumb was healed. Perfectly. But left behind was a mark—a scar shaped like teeth, a deep, pitch-black imprint that looked less like healed flesh and more like a crack into the void itself. It looked like the overblot markings you'd grown familiar with, beautiful and lace-like in the usual macabre beauty.

Instinctively, you tried to wipe it off—only to realize it won't fade.

"All better." the Blot chirped, the previous air of seduction vanishing in an instant. It slipped effortlessly back into that playful persona, as if it hadn't just done something deeply intimate.

There was no time to respond.

The Blot suddenly jolted, its form flickering before vanishing into nothing. A sound echoed behind you—footsteps. Someone was coming.

Folding your thumb into your fist, you shoved your hands in your pockets and turned, your gaze landing on a familiar figure—sandy hair catching the dim light, tired blue eyes flicking toward you with something unreadable in them. Ruggie.

Relief almost escaped in a sigh. You and Ruggie had worked together before—odd jobs, small schemes, a shared understanding of the little sacrifices needed to survive. In time, a comfortable camaraderie had formed. You'd earned his favor, trust, and respect taking on extra work when exhaustion clung to him like chains in deep water. That familiarity should have steadied you. It should have made this easier.

But the weight pressing against your ribs, heavy and suffocating, refused to let up.

Lately, guilt had followed you like a stray dog, skulking in your shadow, nosing at your heels, whining for scraps of attention you refused to give. You tried to convince yourself it was misplaced. You were entitled to the power you'd clawed for, weren't you? Deserving of the luxuries you'd earned? And yet, in the quiet of the night, when there was no one left to lie to, the thoughts gnawed at the edges of your resolve.

What if they didn't deserve this? What if, by the time this was over, they wouldn't even recognize themselves?

By now, the dog had devoured you, leaning nothing but bones in its wake.

You forced a smile, ignoring the weakness in your knees, the warble in your voice. "Ruggie? It's late. What're you doing out here?" You chuckled and motioned him over.

His hesitation was slight but enough to send a ripple of unease through you. "Sam has a sale before closing," he muttered, glancing toward the shop before his gaze flickered back. "Gets rid of stuff that doesn't sell." Ruggie's voice trailed off, distracted.

"Hey, what was that?" He wandered over and set down his bag of groceries, gaze lingering on the spot in the forest clearing earlier where the Blot once stood.

Your stomach dropped, throat constricting as if barbed wire circled it like a serpent.

Ruggie sat straighter, ears perked, tail stiff with bristling fur. Dull blue eyes locked onto you, scrutinizing and sharp. No room to play dumb, no easy escape. You opened your mouth, a defense already forming but he cut you off before you could speak.

"That shadow thing." His nose wrinkled, displeased. "It was creepy... Are you okay? Was that a campus ghost?" Ruggie had an idea of what it was, one he really didn't want to confirm.

The concern burned like acid on your skin and for a split second your carefully constructed expression wavered. He saw. He knew. The thoughts whirled around in your head, a flurry of panic, anger, and grief.

Too many people knew. Your mind briefly recalled the Blot's suggestion: "Or remove him." the words were small in the back of your head, but they stung like hot iron. You... wouldn't do that.

You're not that bad.

Lying once again felt like swallowing something foul, but your teeth were already rotten from all the saccharine lies fallen from your lips like angels.

What was one more—you're doomed anyway.

You let out a sigh, feigning exhaustion, and tilted your head back, the weight of the thoughts locked inside were too much to hold up. Your eyes lidded, shifted to meet Ruggie's and you chuckled. "Worried for little old me?" You teased, voice low and calm, betraying the tyrannical storm within.

You shifted your tone to allow a hint of vulnerability to slip through, creasing your brows and making him feel special—after all, you're opening up to him. "After the overblots, something changed. Maybe it was the repeated exposure to all that strong magic, maybe I've been here too long."

What a bad lie. You continued it anyway. "I've been practicing getting used to it. Applying the stuff I've learned in class really is fun. Don't tell, okay?"

It sounded fake even to you, but you prayed to whatever gods would listen that Ruggie would believe it.

The gods refused to answer.

Ruggie chuckled and crossed his arms, disbelief clear. "Hah? Are you pullin' my tail? You just- developed magic? What about the Yuus then?" His arms crossed, tail flicking once, sharply. "You expect me to believe that?"

Irritation flickered behind your eyes. Damn Blot. It's harder to lie when someone sees clear proof. Before you could respond, Ruggie's expression shifted, voice dipping into something softer, nearly hesitant. "Just... don't do anything too stupid, yeah? What will I do if my favorite coworker vanishes?"

Did you pass? Internally you pumped your fist and attempted to direct the conversation to something else. "What about Yuuka?" You ask, a playful lilt in your tone.

"She's in sometimes. Leona gets Yuuka to do some errands like me, but we're never assigned to anything together—just two chores at once. Boring, lonely." He drawled, one ear flicking sharply at something that irritated it.

You nodded quickly, eager to let the previous topic fade before the cracks in your façade grew too wide. But Ruggie wasn't looking at your face now, no longer quietly admiring the angles and shape—his gaze had dipped lower, posture stiffening.

The handprint on your forearm was still visible—your poor circulation kept it clear and visible, blood still hadn't rushed to fill in the space beneath your skin, leaving a clear, pale brand on your flesh.

Your stomach twisted violently, dread, your forlorn lover, gripping you tightly. It felt like you were drowning in sand; Gritty, dark, uncomfortable, and excruciating.

You wanted to give up.

Ruggie reached for your wrist, his fingers barely moving before you wrenched back, springing to your feet so fast you felt lightheaded.

"You know, you've been acting really damn weird." he muttered. His tail bristled further, ears twitching. "It was always strange how you just showed up one day—not just stepping on stage with the others. Nobody even remembers seeing you there. You just appeared one day. One day you were nobody, and then suddenly..." His lips pressed together, eyes shining with unspoken feelings. "You were somebody. To everyone. To me. Please just tell me what's wrong."

There was an edge to his voice now, sharp and unforgiving yet hurt and confused. "And now you're jumpy, your excuses suck, and I saw whatever the hell that shadow was."

It was too much.

Your senses overloaded, screaming at you to do something.

"Or remove him."

He never got the chance to say more.

You lunged, mind going blank. Not now, gods not now. You didn't want to think of your circumstances, or your life, or what you'd once been and now are. It hurt.

Ruggie reacted fast—he always did. It was admirable, but this wasn't a fight he knew how to win.

It was brutal, desperate. Nearly on the same level as fights he'd get into for scraps of food as a child—and yet this was worse, like your entire life depended on it.

He fought back hard, scrappy as ever, teeth bared in something between a snarl and a plea. But you weren't just fighting to win.

You were fighting to end this.

But he didn't want to hurt you. Ruggie needed you to stop— to listen..!

His mind spun, air cruelly knocked from his lungs as he hit the ground. The world seemed to churn as he tried to focus his gaze. Your weight pressed against his chest, arms pinned beneath your knees. Ruggie attempted to focus, but his vision swam from the impact.

A monster towered over him, primal by every meaning of the word, heaving and desperate. Its eyes were a cocktail of rage, yet tears spilled from them—the eyes he admired that had so much conviction now full of sorrow.

You held a rock above your head, one too large for you to have lifted so quickly. And yet, there it was, raised above your head.

This isn't happening.

In the space between heartbeats, he felt it come down.

The crunch echoed in his ears as they filled with blood.

His skull collapsing like a shattered pastry. The bones splintering, cartilage crumbling beneath the force of it. Over and over again—

No.

His body jerked. The scene in his mind unraveled in an instant, yet the bloodlust in your eyes lingered, making it feel real.

His breath hitched, shallow and frantic, ears flattening so hard they almost aches. Every instinct in him screamed at him to run, but his body remained frozen, muscles locked tight in animalistic panic.

When you hesitated, a weak sob escaping you, the stone slipped from your hands and landed with a dull thud beside his head. Your body crumbled like paper onto him and whatever spell of despair you were under broke.

Ruggie scrambled away, breath ragged, body trembling. His usual smirk was absent, his snark stolen by something colder, something raw. No jokes, no clever remarks. Just wide, fearful eyes staring up at you like he was seeing you for the first time—was this the real you?

You were going to kill him.

And against all logic, against the terror still clawing up his throat—

He was still worried for you—the way a loyal dog is despite the way its master treats it.

This monster hunched over on the forest floor wracked with sorrow unimaginable even by the divine was still somebody's baby. This monster wanted to go home and fall into the embrace of somebody safe.

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Hello!! Thanks for reading part 4. As mentioned in a previous post, I'd like to make this story a little more interactive. Since I'm writing a fanfic, and technically writing "YOU", I thought It'd be fun to have you guys as the readers, genuinely get your thoughts and questions in.

So, I'm inviting anybody willing to ask one question that may be selected for an interaction in part 5's confrontation scene I have planned.

Think hard on this one question, the Blot is a crafty thing so be careful with your questions.

Of course I won't be able to choose every question for the interaction. Any extras may be added to something separate. (You can tell the blot you wanna make out w it 😔)

If you want slightly more info or hints about the Blot, I suggest you read this post, if you haven't already.

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Why this is so cute

Soft thoughts about being in a Poly relationship with Malleus and Idia

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Malleus spoils you two by buying you both a copy of basically every game he ever finds. Why two? In case you two wanna co-op! Also, he doesn’t want to make you have to wait and take turns, so he gets you both consoles to play it on.

Malleus tries to play with you two but gets confused and just ends up sitting between you two and watching. He’ll ask questions and even try to encourage you two even though he doesn’t know what’s going on.

Malleus even tries to get every piece of merchandise he sees for fandoms he’s familiar enough with to know you and Idia like them. He doesn’t tell either of you where (or how) he always gets the rarest figures (there’s only 500 of them and he got FOUR for you two).

Idia tries to pitch in by upgrading everything in Diasomnia and Ramshackle, so now both dorms have little cleaning robots so the dorm leaders (you and Malleus (((and Idia) don’t need to worry about keeping the dorms tidy.

Idia tries to complete with Malleus, worrying if he isn’t keeping up you both will lose interest in him, though it’s easy to see and you and Mal ‘punish him’ by sandwitching him into a cuddle pile until he stops doubting himself.

Malleus loves sandwitching you two but doesn’t like being in the middle, he prefers to be the one ‘protecting’. Idia once got brave enough to pull you into his lap. Malleus saw how happy it made you two so he lifts you both up and places Idia and you in his lap. (Idia screamed and grabbed you. He thought he was going to fall!)

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Got random idea come while reading your Yuu Hunt and reading Yuu Leech again that Yuu Hunt meet with the Leech twins and Yuu Leech meet with Rook Hunt.

A lot of things can happen, Rook being a stalker, he is stalk Yuu Leech.

Jade and Floyd really interested in Yuu Hunt as they not like their younger brother Rook.

Though love your story and headcannon.

Thank you for reading my stories, anon! And I hope you enjoy this one, too!

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[Yuu Leech and Rook Hunt]

“Oi! Yuu, can’t you slow down a little?” Grim grumbled as he tried to keep up with Yuu’s pace, unbothered by the dark aura they were emitting. Only Grim would be so bold to talk to Yuu while they were in one of their moods. Yuu said nothing and continued walking down the school’s hallway, ignoring how the students immediately steered clear from their path. After all, who would want to purposely irritate an already irate Leech? They’d probably be either the bravest or the stupidest person in the world. And unfortunately or fortunately, whoever it was had gotten Yuu’s attention.

“It’s like you’re trying to run away from someone.” 

Yuu clicked their tongue and cracked their neck, rolling their shoulders as if they were preparing for something. “Aiya… Do I look like someone who'd run away? I can feel their eyes on me since earlier and it won't stop. It's starting to piss me off. If they want a fight then they better do something soon because I'm getting bored.”

Grim’s ears perked up at your words. “A land predator? Are you gonna hunt them down?” It was a common occurrence for the both of them to try and beat down people or creatures that interested Yuu. No matter if it was on land or on sea, Grim always helped them take it down.

A smirk tugged at Yuu’s face, teeth bared. “If they don't make a move, I will...”

Swish!

Just then, the Leech’s hand shot up and caught an arrow mid-air. The arrow had a dulled tip, clearly not meant to seriously injure but it was a declaration to Yuu, nevertheless. Yuu smiled menacingly as they turned their head towards the direction where the arrow came from, the shine of metal visible from afar as a second arrow was prepared to be released.

“Found you.”

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The Leech twins like it when Yuu and Rook decide to hunt each other down because it takes the attention off of them. Rook stops stalking them and Yuu doesn't put them in their inescapable hugs so it's a double win for them. They also deliberately did not tell them about Rook for the hell of it.

Anyway, Yuu Leech finds Rook interesting and enjoys fighting with him whenever they meet. Rook’s easily one of the people that can probably take Yuu's attention off of their brothers and free them from their hug.

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[Yuu Hunt and the Leech Twins]

Yuu wasn't a coward, per se, but it does get quite worrying when they've noticed two twins with teal hair in their peripherals who had been following them for quite a while now and judging from the amount of students avoiding them, they were probably someone not to mess with.

‘So why are they following me?!’ Yuu screams internally.

“Oi, Yuu, they're getting closer. What do we do?!” Grim whispered at them, also having been keeping track of the two since they appeared. “They won't go away no matter how much we try to lose them!”

“You think I don't know that?!” Yuu whispered back.

Unfortunately as fates would have had it, as Grim and Yuu weren't that familiar with the school’s layout and that made it all more easy for the Leech twins to corner them.

“N-Now, now…” Yuu tried to placate as they backed up, putting their hand in front of them like that would physically stop the slowly advancing Floyd. Jade was standing behind him, guarding the way out should Yuu slip by his brother.  “I'm sure that whatever my brother did, I had nothing to do with it.” This whole situation was probably their brother’s fault. Yuu just arrived at the school a few days ago so there was no way they could've done something. The most logical thing here would be because of their brother.

‘What’s this? Can't get back at the younger brother so bully the older sibling instead?’ Yuu cried inside. They were sooo going to tell Rook to stop whatever it was he was doing with people.

“Heh, you remind me of a shrimp. I'll call you Shrimpy…” Floyd smirked, finding it amusing how different Yuu acted compared to their young brother. “Come here, Shrimpy, Shrimpy.” He lunged for the older Hunt. Except, he didn't make contact as he found himself falling backwards from a sudden weight pulling him back and onto the ground. Floyd tried to get up but soon realized that the lapels of his clothes had been bolted down on the ground with a crossbow arrow.

Yuu didn't hesitate reloading and quickly aimed the crossbow, firing multiple shots consecutively at Jade who dodged their attack. However, it seemed that this was exactly what Yuu planned as they and Grim made a mad dash towards the exit.

“Sorry, I'll pay for your clothes lateeeeer!”

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While Yuu Hunt may be a bit of a ball of anxiety, they– like all the other Yuu sibling variants– have the skills to deal with others. Remember, they're a Hunt and while they are scared of Rook, they're still the oldest Hunt sibling.

Yuu is terrified of the Leech twins but always uses non-lethal methods to escape them. Rook, however, is still and always will be their top one most scary person to be hunted by. 

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This is too cute... I almost wanting to cry

You know what? What if the human just… proceeds to cry over the cuteness of their own half human babies? And the yans are confused but worried about if their beloved human is okay

I would not be able to handle that much cuteness without proceeding to cry while cuddling into grim and the babies

All of the Human's babies (so far) being held as they just sob over how cute the babies are in so many ways. Naturally, the Royal Clutch is trying to lick your cheeks and make you stop crying, but that only makes you cry harder because they are so damn cute! The cubs are mewling in confusion and wondering why you are crying, using their little hands to try and stop your tears but just managing to smack your face in their attempts. Baby Malik (Kalim's genie child) is offering you his lamp with chubby little hands because it always makes him happy, maybe it can make you happy too? The peachicks are trying to sing for you to make you stop crying, their little warbling coos so precious and small as they try to get you to smile. The Werewolf pups are whining gently and nosing your cheeks, trying to get you to stop crying as they whimper and tilt their little heads in confusion, their tails slowly wagging to try and make you smile. The Driderlings are climbing your back, trying to hug you and hold onto you in an effort to make you smile as they cuddle close.

Grim is just living for the snuggles and is happily encouraging the infants to snuggle you more (he is about the size of a bob-cat at this point) and hisses at the yanderes who dare interrupt this tender moment of cuddling.

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Alpha!Caleb

Me? In love with Caleb? Who said that?

Alpha!Caleb who was afraid to be near you when you were in heat. Barely able to control himself to not mark you and make you his.

Alpha!Caleb who scared other alphas away because you deserved the best and no one fitted that profile. Who secretly scented you so nowhere dared to get close, enough to scare others but enough to still be respectful.

Alpha!Caleb who ran away from home when first rut him because he was afraid of not being able to resist your scent. Who was over the moon that you jumped into his arms when he returned home. Caleb could not remember the words you used to describe him, all he could picture was your body pressed against his.

Alpha!Caleb who is a golden retriever around you but a freaking wolf whenever another alpha tried to court you. His eyes shined brightly when he looked at you, but bared his fangs at other alphas. Caleb, who has been deeply smitten with you that there is no other omega in the world.

Alpha!Caleb who almost fell into a depression when he had to fake his own death and be apart from you. Agonizing at the thought of you being marked by another alpha while he was gone. Who came back to life when you told him that he would be your only alpha.

Alpha!Caleb's patience had snapped the moment his fangs found your neck. His dumb smile that never would fade away whenever his see his mark on you. Who marked you multiple times because he could not resist you.

Alpha!Caleb who realized that his rut and your heat should never synchronize, again, if the both of you wanted to be functional members of society. Who felt guilty after acting like a beast and felt disappointed in himself, only to be cheered up by your reassurance: that you liked him the way he was.

Alpha!Caleb who had to make sure that you were taken care of every single need, Caleb who was the alpha and will provide for you in anyway. His money? Yours. His Fleet? Also yours. His heart? Darling, that had been yours from the very beginning.

Alpha!Caleb who was over the moon the moment you told him that you are having triplets. His mind is already working on the house that his omega and his offspring would live. And he would be damned if he didn't build that house with his own hands.

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im pretty strong, see? - heartslabyul !

in which a you, someone significantly shorter, carries him like a princess!

author's note: do u ever wanna cuddle trey.

octatrio ver.

riddle rosehearts

riddle is very active, he may look petite for a boy his age, but he can put up some fight. his mother urges him, as always, to be fit and healthy. what is a doctor if there are not healthy? so, riddle never underestimates anyone.

however, despite being aware that looks does not equal to strength, riddle still finds it a big struggle when you casually carry him as if he was just a light flower. you were laughing as you picked him up with ease and swinging him around as if he was some princess in those movies.

"my rose!" riddle yelped as he clung onto your shorter frame. he was flushed and trying to find a rule in his mind to see if there was a rule against just lifting him up; there has to be one!

"put me down! but gently, this is unfit for the image of the queen!"

trey clover

trey is very big, even if he likes to think he is average. he is known to have a semblance of being "built" due to him carrying sacks of flour, kneading big batches of dough, and more physical activities that may entail his daily routine.

even if he was known to be perceptive of everyone's traits at one point, trey was still in for a shock to see you just carry him with no tension, as if he wasn't literally the giant between you two.

"dear, am i not heavy?" trey said as he sees you lift him up with no pain or even complaints. you giggle and shake your head, trying to swing him again but trey yelped and even gripped hard on your frame.

"it might be best to put me down!" trey flushed as ever as he tried to reason. though, even if he was completely blindsided, he was oddly charmed. what other things have you hidden under his watchful eyes

cater diamond

cater wasn't always active nor was he built, but he goes to the gym and he has a whole section and "dump" of photos for his escapades there. cater also looooved to tease you on how your stature was smaller compared to his, he deems himself as "cay the strong"

it would soon be "cay has been defeated" as you carry him to lift him to reach one higher up rose on the tall rose bush. before he can summon another cater to help him, you lifted him up!

"split..! wah!" cater squealed as he wasn't done saying his spell to summon his clone. he saw you lift him up with a smile as you gesture to the rose he had a hard time reaching. cater blushes as he reluctantly paints the rose.

"am... i not bothering you, sweetie? i can..." he blushes as he finished his duties. you smile and brag how you finally defeated the great cay-kun!

ace trappola

ace wasn't that strong, but he bluffs about it. it was something he always does with that grin, alongside kissing his bicep and proclaiming he's "so strong" because "he needs to protect you."

he would soon be eating his words when you carried him as you both run away from another incident grim put you in. ace was clinging but also convincing himself he cast a spell on you so you can be strong.

"hah! like my spell, i totally cast that so we can run faster hahaha... haa" ace say as you put him down. you look at him and played along, and gracefully bowed at him.

but then you picked him up again and he screams, "put me down!" but deep down, ace enjoys it.

deuce spade

deuce is strong, ever since he was training under vargas, he has grown more muscles than before. deuce has those biceps from also lifting machinery stuff. so imagine his shock when the both of you were carrying the same thing, he thought ace was next to him!

after all that work, you still had the gall to carry him too. deuce blushes as he sputters a random sentence, not making any sense.

"uh... uhm.. prefect!" deuce said as you carried him while laughing. he had no idea how you both ended up in this situatio, what was the context? but it didn't matter because you, someone with a significantly smaller stature, carried him as if it was a breeze.

"am i not heavy?!" he asks with the biggest blush

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꩜ . . . ARE YOU TWO DATING?

leona & malleus ┊gn reader

⌗ context ┊ reader and their friend are constantly mistaken for a couple, unaware that their actions mirror those of romantic partners.

leona kingscholar

shared naps

leona being the man he is loves his naps and you (he says that “platonically”) he would be found frequently asleep with you resting his head on your shoulder or even your lap without hesitation he uses you as a human-shaped pillow, which fuels constant speculation about your relationship.

grumbling compliments

leona's backhanded compliments, like a muttered "Not bad, herbivore" or a grudging "Surprisingly not that needy today" are his way of complimenting you, a subtle contrast to his usual aloofness; this, coupled with his frequent naps using you as a pillow and Ruggie's incessant teasing, only serves to amplify the already rampant speculation about a relationship he insists is purely platonic.

protectiveness

although leona doesn't openly show affection, his protectiveness is evident in subtle ways. When you visit Savanaclaw, he subtly ensures no one bothers you, using sharp glances and implied threats to keep his dorm mates in line. His denial of romantic feelings feels unconvincing considering how he protects you. Not to mention his denial of any romantic involvement—a denial that rings hollow given his actions.

malleus draconia

protective instincts

Malleus's inherent protectiveness towards those he cares for would manifest as him subtly shielding the you from others, perhaps subtly placing himself between the reader and a boisterous crowd or intervening in a minor conflict on their behalf. This knightly behavior could

unintentional mirroring

Malleus subconsciously mirrors the reader's body language—a subtle posture shift, a mirrored gesture—revealing a deep, unintentional connection. This mirroring, though unconscious, strongly suggests a romantic bond, a silent language of empathy and shared understanding.

Sebek's constant pronouncements

Sebek's constant, albeit frustrated, pronouncements that "Lord Malleus would never stoop to such a commoner!" would only serve to further fuel the rumors, as it draws attention to their close interactions.

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omgomgomg for your event can i request platonic hcs for rosehearts!(name) and ace? idk i just think it'll be kinda interesting considering he was the one who heard their unpacked trauma lmaoooo

oh and also congrats on having 2k followers!! 🎉❤️

big brother ace || black sheep expansion pack

masterlist characters: ace (platonic) genre: fluff contains: big brother ace!!! (obv) summary: how does ace treat rosehearts!(name)? notes: mmm y'all are enjoying the black sheep series and i'm glad :DD event: [black sheep expansion pack]

ace:

he's the big brother now.

(name) has no say in the matter, ace is making himself their big brother.

he's noticed how apathetic (name) has been since they've enrolled in NRC.

granted, at the beginning he thought they were stuck up, but we don't talk about that part.

he will steer (name) away from riddle following the overblot incident.

it just rubs him the wrong way because a person isn't naturally like this, right?

he assumes that (name) has become the way they were because of both riddle and his mother.

aside from that, he'll try his best to be a good brother :D

he doesn't really know how to go about it considering he doesn't know (name), but he tries.

he'll praise them after they have a test (after being amazed by the perfect score).

he'll get them lunch because he noticed how they struggle with choosing it on their own (with their money, of course. he's not paying for it).

he'll stick with them during the unbirthday parties (and whine when they force him to stick to the rules).

he definitely notices riddle trying to talk to (name).

and honestly he'll take them away from them no matter what.

he's shown to not immediately forgive riddle after the overblot incident so of course he wouldn't let him talk to his sibling he may have traumatized.

if (name) tells him they want to talk to riddle, he'll be fine with it, of course :))

he just figured that they're very apathetic about a lot of things so he'll help decide for them if he needs to.

all in all, a good big brother that (name), although unconsciously, wishes they had all along

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