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Hiatus Notice

I’m really sorry for this so soon after I made my second blog. However, due to personal reasons, I’m going to take a break from Tumblr. To the requesters from my TWST writing blog, I will be working on the requests, but they will be delayed. The events lately in addition to quarantine is really getting to me and I have absolutely no inspiration nor motivation to do anything. 

I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused for anyone 🙏

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Change of plans, I think this is going to last about four chapters. I think went a little overboard with Pomefiore’s part 😅 It’ll be split into two parts because, again, I went too crazy with it.

Since this is Pomefiore’s part, Rook would inevitably appear. I know absolutely 0% French, so please bear with me.

Anyhow, without further ado, enjoy~

Part one Part Two

Will these things happen to me too? When will that be? Who will it be? They say it’s sweet like candy and it feels like flying.

What is love?

AFTER everyone witnessed your red-faced breakdown in Alchemy, you decided it was probably a wise idea to keep a low profile for the rest of the day. Which is exactly why you ended up next to Vil and Rook in Magical History.

Again, it was a joint class today, unfortunately for you. And it wasn’t your idea to sit next to the two. In fact, you deliberately arrived to class early to choose a seat in the far corner of the lecture hall.

However, it seemed as if luck wasn’t on your side today.

“Ah~ If it isn’t the Mademoiselle of Ramshackle.” Oh no. No, no, no. You looked up and confirmed your fears. Rook tipped his hat at you, swiftly settling himself in the seat next to you.

It’s not that you minded his company. In fact, Rook is a great person converse with, as you were both avid talkers. However, in addition to being in Pomefiore, the blonde man is the vice-dorm leader of said dorm, and that attracts attention. Which was exactly the opposite of what you wanted.

“Uh, Rook-senpai—” As expected, before you could finish your sentence, Rook cut in with a dramatic flip of his shoulder-length blonde hair. “Non, non, it’s quite alright for me to sit with you, mademoiselle.”

That’s not what I’m concerned about, you wanted to say, but you swallowed your words back and settled on expressing your exasperation. “I’m not even going to ask about what you just called me.”

“You’re concerned about something, non?” Ignoring your statement, Rook asked seriously, staring intently at your face. Slightly embarrassed from his intense stare, you let your hair form a curtain between you and Rook’s scrutinizing gaze.

A moment of silence passed. Another, then another. The silence was deafening, and you thought for sure you had offended your senpai, who just wanted to make sure you were alright. Just when you’re about to say something, your hair was lifted out of the way. The dramatic vice-dorm leader ran his hand through your hair, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Whatever it may be, feel better soon, dear colombe.” Before you could express your gratitude for Rook’s kind words, he followed up with, “Why (Name), your hair is way too dry to be healthy! Shall I recommend a better hair conditioner brand?”

Poor Epel. Boy am I glad I’m not in Pomefiore.

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Having talkative Rook next to you is bad enough, so when you spotted the Drama Queen himself entering the room, your heart sank. Tapping your fingers rhythmically on the table (as if it would help you in any way), you chanted under your breath, “Don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t come over,” praying that the dorm leader of Pomefiore leaves you alone

All your efforts were unfortunately ruined by Rook.

“Vil! Over here, next to (Name).”

The second your eyes met with Vil’s, you knew you a goner.

Vil’s amethyst colored eyes narrowed as he strutted over to where you and Rook are seated. Bending over the desk, Vil leaned close to your face, his features showing clear displeasure. “Rook,” he began, crossing his arms. You got the distinct feeling he was looking down his nose at you. “What is the meaning of this?”

Most of your upperclassmen are pretty nice to you, despite many of their flaws. However, you knew the aforementioned upperclassmen personally, while you weren’t exactly buddy-buddy with Vil.

“Why are you seated next to such a,” Vil paused, nose scrunching up in what you imagined was beautiful disgust, “potato?”

Maybe you deemed Vil’s behavior to be petty beyond human comprehension, or maybe you were just a bit fed up with everyone’s “Oh, everything’s fine. It’ll go back to normal soon enough,” attitudes, but nevertheless, you felt a strange obligation to defend potatoes.

“Actually,” you stood up in your seat, hands on your desk, head tilted up definitely, “potato blossoms used to be a big fashion statement among royalties back in the days, so calling me a potato is nothing short of a compliment, which I’m sure was not your intention.”

You could hear Rook’s amused chuckle in the background, but you were hyper focused on Vil’s face. The Pomefiore dorm leader glared at you in pure disbelief. But before he could shoot back a retort, Trein-sensei interrupted, glaring at the both of you.

“Schoenheit, take a seat right now, next to (Last Name).”

Vil gave you a last glare, but still moved to take the seat on your other side, albeit scooting it as far away from you as possible. You glared right back, but moved even closer to the ombre-haired third year just to spite him.

The glaring went on for a little more until it was time for group studies. You stood up as soon as Trein-sensei gave the signal, looking around for more approachable people to work with.

Which immediately failed when Rook pulled you back into your seat by the hem of your blazer. “(Name)~ Don’t be like that.”

You shot the eccentric third-year a flat look. “I have to find a partner.” Rook grinned broadly, slinging an arm around your shoulders, “Ah, but are we not already partners?”

You weren’t particularly against the idea of being Rook’s partner, it’s just that you wanted to be as far away from Vil as possible. “Well, actually, uh—” But then again, you didn’t want to hurt your upperclassman’s feelings.

“We need another person, don’t we?” You managed to mutter, hoping the green-eyed third-year would get the message and leave you be. However, Rook seemed adamant to keep you as his partner. “No matter, we can invite Vil along. Now doesn’t that sound brilliant!”

Maybe for you, you thought to yourself bitterly. It seemed as if you were out of options. Vil can’t be that bad, can he?

Wrong. You were very wrong.

“You’re doing it all wrong.” Vil huffed, eyeing your answer. “Oh, come on now, Vil. It’s not that bad, mademoiselle, although some information doesn’t sound very authentic.” Rook dismissed Vil’s comment cheerfully, ignoring your face of pure annoyance.

You glanced at the clock on the far side of the lecture hall, squinting to see the time, just for a certain someone’s stupid mane of hair to block your view.

The continuous pattern of Vil nit-picking at your answers and Rook frivolously lessening the impact of the violet-eyed third-year’s snarky remarks has been going on ever since the start of the project.

It was driving you nuts, yet you couldn’t voice your utter distaste for Vil in fear of getting reprimanded by Trein-sensei, who you swore was keeping an eye on your group in particular.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Vil’s annoying voice. “Are you even listening?” He snapped, jabbing a finger at the textbook. “I already told you three times to read this paragraph for us, are you deaf?”

Before you could snap back, you heard the last of the Pomefiore dorm leader’s words, which obviously weren’t meant for you to hear, as he whispered it under his breath. “No wonder Epel decided to focus on his project instead.”

You told yourself every single day since your friends drifted away that you wouldn’t cry.

No matter what anyone said. But the annoyance and helplessness that had built up during the day was already clawing at your delicate nerves.

Vil’s comment was merely what pushed it all over.

The rush of emotions pushing against your chest, restricting your breathing was the first sign of what was about to come. The burn in your nose was the second, along with the immediate blurring of your vision.

You tried, oh how hard you tried to stop it, but alas, tears can’t be stopped.

You stared down at your lap, watching the first of many drops fall onto your clenched fists. You could almost hear the abrupt halt of all the sounds and whispers in the large room. You stood up, chair clattering to the floor behind you.

“Please excuse me,” the whisper of your voice echoed around the silent room. You couldn’t and didn’t want to see Vil’s face as each step towards the door warranted more silent questions from your classmates.

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Hey hey, ya girl Sapphie’s back with another TWST reader insert. I’ve actually decided to split this into two or maybe three pieces because of its length. Anyhow, without further ado, enjoy~

Part One Part Two

Every day, I felt love only in movies, books, or dramas, that’s how I learned of love. My heart kept racing as if it was my story, pounding and fluttering. I’m so curious that I’m going crazy! It makes me wanna know…

… What is love?

IT seemed as if none of your first years friends had time for you these days. Ever since the announcement of the school festival, all of them had been working their butts off, under the insistence of their dorm leaders or by their own terms.

Nevertheless, it did not make life any easier for you, especially so considering your rather… mixed feelings regarding the five.

Flashforward to now, when you’re sitting with Grim and a couple of second and third years during lunch break because all of your first year friends are working on their various projects.

“So, Cater-senpai,” you began, swirling your french fry in the little pool of ketchup you created, watching the interesting swirly patterns appear on the surface of the red sauce wherever you drag the fry. “What did those two say they were doing at lunch again?”

The orange-haired third year paused in his attempts at taking the same selfie for the fifth time with a peeved Riddle. “They mentioned something about studying books about design to make the first year Heartslabyul stall the best of them all, or something like that.”

Blowing a strand of stray hair out of your face, you shifted uncomfortably. It wasn’t as if you were uncomfortable with the upperclassmen themselves, it was rather the fact that some of them are a little… overbearing, to say the least.

Riddle had gotten much, much better than when you first met him, but the redheaded dorm leader still nags at you sometimes. Now, for example.

“(Name), Ace and Deuce are trying their hardest and I approve of that,” he started, finally having gotten away from Cater. “So as their friend, you should respect that.”

Everything out of Riddle’s mouth is true, but it didn’t fail to make you feel worse. You knew that, and you wanted to be proud of their dedication. But a selfish part of you longed for the days when you held all of your friends’ attention. The three of you were inseparable back then, after all.

Back then. You thought you’d never say those words about your friendship with the Adeuce duo.

“I know, Riddle-senpai, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less,” you sighed, stretching onto the table. For once, Riddle didn’t say anything about your lack of manners.

Placing a hand over yours, the redhead gave you a small smile. It was stiffer than normal, but it was a smile nevertheless. “I don’t especially understand your feelings, but I’ll be here to help you get over it, just like you helped me when things were… less favorable than now.”

Your eyes widened. Sure, you and Riddle had gotten closer after his overblot, but you didn’t think he was comfortable enough with you to offer mental support.

Returning his smile, you set your other hand over his. “Thanks, Riddle-senpai.”

Floyd decided this was the perfect moment to barge in.

You had about one second to prepare before he scooped you up and out of your chair. “Shrimpy!” Nuzzling into your neck, he spun you around a couple of times before setting you back onto the floor. You stumbled back, the world tilting around you.

Two hands steadied you, preventing you from falling back onto your behind. You looked up to see none other than Floyd’s brother, Jade. “Hello, (Name). What are you doing with the second and third years?”

You shrugged, “Am I not allowed to hang out with my senpais?” Jade chuckled, dipping his head in apology. “I didn’t intend for it to sound that way. I’m merely curious why you aren’t with your usual group of first year friends.”

“Well,” you frowned, the normally hilarious scene of Floyd messing with a very annoyed Riddle seemed bland to you in this moment. “They never seem to have time for me anymore.” Jade stood beside you, observing the scene with amusement. “Maybe they’re simply busy with the upcoming festival and all.”

“That’s the problem!” You groaned, spinning around to face the second year. “I know I’m being selfish, but for all of them to go MIA on me all at the same time?”

“You have other friends beside them, don’t you? Let them do their thing for the festival, I’m sure they’ll return the attention tenfold once their work is done.”

You gaped at the Octavinelle vice-dorm leader, eyes wide. Has your upperclassmen always been this nice to you? “Come hang out at Mostro Lounge if you get too lonely. I’m sure Azul will be more than happy to have you.”

“R-really?”

Your gratitude cracked a bit at Jade’s next words. Chuckling, the merman remarked, “Of course, there’s no guarantee you wouldn’t be roped into helping us handle the customers.”

Deflating a little, you nodded, commenting jokingly, “Why am I not surprised?”

—

“Hey, Sebek, partners?” You called out to the Diasomnia first year, gesturing at yourself. Today was the first-third year joint lesson, which happened whenever the first years were learning a rather difficult lesson in Alchemy.

Crewel-sensei wanted the students to get into groups of three. It didn’t matter what grade your partners were, as long as you had at least one third or second year in your group.

Sebek avoided your gaze, turning away and disappearing into the crowd of students. You stared at the place he disappeared from, confused and hurt. Your insides felt hollow, as if the green-haired male had taken a piece of you with him when he left.

Out of nowhere, a face appeared right in front of yours, surprising the living daylights out of you. Taking a step back, you recognized Lilia’s face, albeit upside down. The vice-dorm leader of Diasomnia flipped upright, landing gracefully in front of you.

“Would you like to be partners with Kalim and I?”

Taken aback, you blinked a couple times before sputtering out, “I-is that okay?” Kalim appeared beside Lilia, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards their cauldron, “Of course!” Encouraged by the Scarabia dorm leader’s cheery words, you followed them. But you couldn’t resist looking back to search the room for your green-haired friend.

He was with a transfer student, who was here in honor of the school festival. However, it bothered you that she was a girl. A very pretty girl, in fact. Was that why Sebek didn’t want to be your partner? With all these questions floating around your head, the lesson started.

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“What could be troubling you, young one?” Lilia asked, dumping another vial of liquid into the bubbling mixture you three had in your cauldron.

You were too worn down by your emotions to tell your upperclassman off for calling you ‘young one’, instead opting to release a heavy sigh. “I don’t understand. All this is too perfect to be a mere coincidence.”

Kalim’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What happened?” Surprised that your happy-go-lucky senpai hadn’t heard about the weird coincidence yet, you explained it to him, including your confusion and hurt.

What you refrained from sharing was your conflicting feelings of love. You felt abandoned because your friends weren’t hanging out with you as much, right? Seeing Sebek with the pretty transfer student made your heart ache because of the possibility he would stop being your friend, right?

You loved them as friends and nothing more than that, right? Right?

“They’re just really busy in preparations for the festival.” Was Kalim’s final verdict. “You can always come hang out at Scarabia! We can have a parade and ride my flying carpet across the night sky!”

Lilia, however, said nothing, only watching with a knowing smile on his face. He always seemed to know everything and you had the sneaking suspicions that he knew exactly what’s going on with you, all without you saying a word to him.

“That applies to Diasomnia as well. You’re always welcomed to sort things out with me.” You knew whatever was going to come out of Lilia’s mouth would not be in your favor when that familiar teasing glint made its way into the third-year’s eyes.

“That’s what you young people would call a date, is it not?”

To be continued~

*Lyrics taken from What is Love by TWICE

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A Moment of Silence

Couldn’t decide if I should post this or not. I probably stressed over this for the good part of a month. Enjoy!

YOU could do nothing but cry, evident of your distress leaving shiny trails of tears on your face. His voice still echoed in your head. Darling, you know what would happen if anyone else was to hear about this, right?

I’ll make sure the whole school knows your every. Little. Secret.

It was never supposed to be like this. For all you knew, he was just a kind upperclassman, offering to help you when you didn’t know how to complete your given assignments, taking you out for sweets at the Mostro Lounge, and comforting you when your test scores left room for improvement.

How naive you were to believe that, despite the fact you were the only girl at an all boy school, you could somehow become friends with some cool upperclassmen. But now you understood perfectly. A male and a female can never have a purely platonic friendship.

You can even catch your two close friends, Ace and Deuce, eyeing you sometimes. It’s all in good spirit, you understood and forgave it. They were teenage boys, after all. But this, this is going too far.

Currently, you were curled into a ball, hidden among brooms and mops in one of the supply closets in the prestigious school. Prestigious, huh? You thought bitterly. Seems like even prestigious schools have their share of bottom dwellers.

There are so many people trying to get into this prestigious school but they let in guys like that, Deuce’s words echoed in your ears. At the thought of your blue-haired friend, your heart squeezed painfully.

You wanted desperately to leap into your friends’ embraces, spilling everything he had been telling you, doing to you. Deep down, you understood the weight of your actions. If you told anyone about his threats and actions, nothing good would come out of it for anyone.

At least no one else would get hurt if I stay quiet.

Something moved outside of the supply closet. You choked back a sob, dread sinking into the pit of your stomach. Covering your mouth to soothe the hitching of your breath, you waited, the prospect of being found terrifying.

What would you say? Um, yeah, I’m fine. I just felt the need to hide in this dark supply closet and cry my heart out. That would arouse suspicions and inevitably yield the same outcome as the previous option. You could pick up the clicking of heels. The door creaked open, letting light spill in.

You flinched away from the light, eyes raw from crying. Vaguely, you could make out a silhouette looming in the doorway of the supply closet, although you couldn’t quite tell who it was.

As suddenly as it opened, the door closed, engulfing you in darkness.

What if it’s him? The thought of being trapped in this closet accompanied by only him sent shivers down your spine. Unfortunately, your trembling body knocked down a mop, the clatter of it hitting the ground ear-piercing in the continuous silence.

Frozen with horror, you tensed up, listening and watching desperately for any sign of movement.

Nothing. After a minute of silence, you relaxed, letting out the shaking breath you had been holding in.

“Boo.”

Crimson orbs glowed in the dark, inches away from your face. Before you could scream, a leather-clad hand covered your mouth, muffling your whimpers of fear. The musky, dust-filled scent of the closet was replaced by a mixture of clean linen and sweet vanilla.

The scent was calming and unlike the acrid, musky scent he had.

The man with glowing red eyes let a frivolous chuckle as he released you from his hold. “I didn’t frighten you too badly now, did I?” Even though he spoke right by your ear, you couldn’t distinguish who it was.

“N-no,” you stuttered, breath hitching, “W-who are you?” He didn’t reply, humming in understanding and disappeared from your touch. A moment later, dim light filled the small, dusty closet.

You found yourself staring at your senpai and the vice dorm leader of Diasomnia, Lilia Vanrouge.

Eyes widening, you attempted to cover up your tear stained face. It was bad that someone discovered you, but the vice dorm leader of Diasomnia? Frantically, you searched your mind for a reasonable excuse.

“I failed my test,” you muttered quickly, speaking before Lilia could get a word in.

“Is that so?” His voice contained no trace of doubt, just mild curiosity and maybe, just maybe a hint of concern. You nodded furiously, wiping away the remnants of your tears, waiting for Lilia to exit the closet.

Instead of leaving, Lilia meandered his way over to you, plopping down lightly beside your huddled form.

The third year said nothing, merely gazing at you languidly. Feeling hot under Lilia’s continuous gaze, you murmured, “Why are you here, Senpai?”

You watched in confused fascination as his lips quirked up into a knowing smile. Ignoring your question, Lilia asked lightly, “Why hide away by yourself, little one? I’m certain your friends are more than happy to console you.”

His presence delivered contradicting emotions. On one hand, you were nervous to be talking to such an important member who was not only your senior, but the vice dorm leader of the mysterious Diasomnia dorm.

On the other hand, Lilia’s calm presence soothed your frazzled nerves, as if encouraging you to speak your mind. It helped that the soft scents of fresh laundry and fragrant vanilla enveloped your senses, easing your tightly bunched muscles.

Before you could relax completely, a flash of his horrendous smile reappeared in your head. Fear and suspicion seized your windpipe, robbing you of the precious comfort you needed in this moment of vulnerability.

Hesitantly, you peered at the dark-haired fae, unsure of his intentions. Why would such an important figure bother with an inconspicuous little girl crying in one of the many supply closets in the unnecessarily large school?

Catching your gaze, Lilia merely smiled, reaching out to pat your head. “Whatever the matter may be, I’ll be glad to lend an ear if you need someone to confide in,” as an afterthought, your senpai winked at you playfully. “Won’t you tell your good ‘ol Lilia-senpai what’s troubling you?”

You couldn’t help but giggle tearfully at Lilia’s antics. It was hard not to laugh when he phrases his words like someone much, much older than your crimson-eyed upperclassman appeared.

However, one thing was still nagging at you. You chewed your lips nervously, not wishing to destroy the warm atmosphere Lilia had unintentionally (maybe? You weren’t exactly sure what his motive was) created.

Lilia seemed to catch on, shifting into a more comfortable position before giving you an encouraging grin that showed off his two abnormally sharp canines. It made you realize you are far, far away from actually knowing the mysterious vice dorm leader of the equally mystifying Diasomnia.

“Lilia-senpai,” you started timidly, debating whether to breach the subject or not, “Can I ask you a question?” With Lilia’s hum of acknowledgement, you swallowed your hesitation.

“Why?” You asked, fiddling with your hands. You couldn’t quite put your thoughts into words. You wanted to ask why he bothered to stop by, why he took his time to make you feel better about the situation despite barely having known who you were.

Above all, you wanted to know why Lilia cared, and if that was true, why did he take time out of his day for you, who was just another human that happened to go to this school with him?

Lilia seemed to understand everything you could not put into words, his measured gaze of contemplation washing over you. You studied your hands, waiting for his answer.

At last, your senpai spoke, a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “Everyone needs someone to be there for them at any moment, whether they realize it or not.”

Lilia’s words drove itself deep within your heart as tears formed in your eyes once more, for a different reason this time. Your lips trembled and his eyes widened a tad, immediately crinkling at the edges with worry.

“Oh, dear, have I said something—?” Interrupting him with a small wail, you closed the distance between the two of you, burying your head in the crook of his neck.

“Th-thank you, Lilia-senpai,” you cried, shaking with gratitude. “No one’s ever said anything like that to me.”

He remained silent but hugged you back, hand stroking your back comfortingly. You couldn’t see it, but the ancient fae’s lips curled into a fond smile, eyes half-lidded as he observed your form.

Who in this world would ever want to harm someone as adorable as you are? Someone stupid, apparently. Lilia’s crimson eyes narrowed with that thought. He’d better have a little… chat with whoever decided to ruin your mood.

—

“I need a word with you.”

The male paused in his steps, squinting into the shadows. “Who’s there?”

A figure shifted forward into the light. Blood-red eyes glinted dangerously. The male took a step back, the feeling of unease enveloped his senses. “Lilia-san?”

“I heard about your little… rendezvous with a certain student.” Lilia’s voice was light , but underneath the affable tone was something more obscure.

“She’s my girlfriend,” he answered without a hitch, a lie practiced so many times it came as naturally as breathing.

“Be wary with your words, child. I am not fooled as easily as others.” With the fae’s words, he appeared right in front of the petrified second year, his usually flippant personality all but gone.

“Take my words as a warning: stay away from her.”

He stiffened. You were his possession, he can’t simply let you go this easily! Besides, you wouldn’t have told anyone; he made sure of that.

Steeling his nerves, the male drew himself up, the advantage of height gaining him more confidence. “Or what? What are you gonna do about it,” the male hesitated, but couldn’t resist continuing, “Old man?”

Lilia’s eyes narrowed. “I see. Very well, we’ll have it your way. I have cautioned you, after all.”

—

A week later, an announcement was posted on the bulletin board right outside of the cafeteria, where the news could reach every student.

With regrets I inform you of the departure of one of our second years. Under compromising conditions, he had been expelled from Night Raven College. To protect the students involved, we will not disclose the names or the reason he was deported from school grounds.

Thank you for your cooperation,

Headmaster Crowley

By the way, I hate the formatting on the mobile version ver of Tumblr.

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My Grand Entrance into this Fandom

Well, not really, because technically I already made my “grand entrance” on my main blog. 

Anyhow, this is my sidie where I’ll dump TWST stuff. I’ve already had a few fics on my main, so I’m gonna move them over to here. I am accepting requests too, so go ahead, if you do so desire.

Rules

Character x Reader, no Character x Character though, since I’m not very good at those. and because I live for the reader inserts

I can and will write scenarios and headcanons. For scenarios, please request no more than 2  characters. Anymore is a little hectic. As for hcs, no more than 5 characters (unless it’s all the dorm leaders or the vicies).

Fluff, angst, etc, no NSFW though. I don’t feel comfortable enough to write that + some of these children are uNdErAgE

Anything that is racist, sexist, etc, I refuse to do. I’m sure you understand why.

For those of you who knew me on my main blog and thought, “Why is she so... different here?” Well, I don’t know exactly why, but I’m way less shy than when I began my main blog and I’m also ready to finally release my more uh, cursed side.