#Azul x reader

[saikira999]

Azul is trying to be a kind understanding housewarden😌😘😇

(THIS IS A SCAM!!!!👺👺👺👺👺👺👺👺)

[akisteahouse]

COURTING YOU? SINCE WHEN?! Featuring Octavinelle!

requested ask from here!!!!!

While courting, moray eels will begin with the eels gaping widely at each other over a long period of time, before entwining their bodies around each other for hours.

Floyd Leech! Who had started acting even stranger than usual recently, if it was even possible - mismatched eyes widening with a stupidly awestruck lovestruck? look on his face, giggling like a schoolgirl and similarly gaping his mouth open too, before skipping away, in a good enough mood for the entire day to attend his classes and work his shifts at Monstro Lounge - weird, but it was probably nothing… right? Cue to him happily opening his mouth around you more and more, pouting and growing impatient at your very apparent confusion about what he was doing, endlessly complaining about how “You started it first, squishy ~” and that you were “just as dense as a sea rock”, despite his own failed attempts at understanding that you had no clue to what he was doing. Nearly throwing in the towel and giving up telling you that he reciprocated your feeling when he caught you mid-yawn, eagerly perking up and mirroring your open mouth, face spilt in a wide grin as you left your mouth open to stare at him in mild confusion Scooping you up in his arms and twirling you around mid-air like a madman, and any student walking by would think so too, judging by how positively giddy he was acting right now (with his stupidly cute sharp-toothed grin and his annoyingly adorable laugh -) Things going back to normal for a little while, if not for the Floyd now permanently hanging over your shoulder, but it wasn’t like you minded that much… up until Jade approached the both of you one day in the canteen, Floyd’s arm swung over your shoulder as per usual, smile a little too sharp - “My, my, so I finally get to meet the ‘Squishy’ Floyd keeps mentioning - you really are quite bold, courting my brother like that -“ What? The eel in question groaning and pulling you to his chest, shooing his brother away. "Bleh. Get away from my squishy, Jade. They chose me, anyway, right?" ;))

Jade Leech! Whose usually pale face flushed an odd shade of pink when you opened your mouth to ask him about something, though nothing did come out as you decided that ogling his face in a rare moment of actual humanity would be more worth it - a poor decision, on your end, because now Jade had suddenly decided to follow you around school like some pink-faced, politely smiling shadow, mouth always ajar whenever you turned to look at him(staring at him for too long would result in him turning slightly despondent at your lack of response, for some reason). Helping you out with whatever task or errand you had, with seemingly no repercussions, apart from vouchers for half-off meals at the Monstro Lounge and a promise to have him as your server… but he probably just wanted you to owe him something, correct? (Ignore how he always ended up putting all his attention on your table, even if the Lounge was packed…) Blushing a rare shade of crimson that one time you’d decided to mirror his peculiar action and open your mouth as well, only managing a soft yelp as he dragged you away to an empty storeroom in the Monstro Lounge, face squished into the crook of your neck, long arms wrapped around your middle and legs entwined with yours, clinging onto you for dear life, even missing a shift due to you… oh well, it wasn’t like he particularly minded. Floyd himself coming to your dorm a while after you and Jade’s encounter, clearly upset - “Hey, I don’t care what you and Jade do together, but can you keep him in your dorm? He’s been acting all smiley and giggly after you started courting him… it’s gross.” The man in question only smiled when you finally confronted him, tucking a strand of your hair back as he grinned mischievously, “Oya? Weren’t you the one that started courting me? I merely returned your affections, that’s all.” ;)

While courting, male octopuses will typically use body language and colour changes to communicate his intentions, as well as to impress their potential mate.

Azul Ashengrotto! Who had started to invite you over to the Monstro Lounge more and more often than usual, citing taste tests for new items on the menu, free half-off vouchers and help for schoolwork, all with his eyes darting away from yours every single time, face tinted a pale pink all the while. Face now always semi-buried in body language books, clearly attempting to copy whatever he’d learnt, and failing miserably every. Single. Time. Much too skittish to maintain eye contact without faltering and making an absolute fool of himself(he’d gotten lost in your eyes and forgot what he’d wanted to say), too shy to initiate even a little bit of skinship(shrieking and fleeing the scene after you’d accidentally brushed your hand against his), too anxious to properly pull off a pick-up-line(mixing up his lines so horrendously you couldn’t help but laugh, further fueling the fact that he was sure he would never be able to win your affections). Nearly impulsively dying his hair red and stopped only by the fact that it would bring Floyd and Jade joy, which he did not wish to give them. At least not for something beneficial. Randomly asking you to join him in his VIP room one day, arms awkwardly hugging you from behind, eyes widening in surprise when you didn’t shove him off or tried to eat him, hiding his face in the crook your neck, presumably to bury his bright red face away from your curious gaze, weakly asking if you could “Just stay like this for a while. I-I’ll give you vouchers, just let me… just let me have this.” Pressing open-mouthed kisses everywhere but your mouth, beaming at the successful mount, face flushing a fascinating shade of crimson when you kissed him square of his lips - you…you liked him enough to let him stay? Really? Drafting out a proposal contract for you the minute he figured out a way to hold onto you while retaining semi-readable handwriting, holding it out to you with his chest puffed out, reading you the many causes. “You, the contractee, shall visit the contractor’s family every holiday, to properly meet the contractor’s family to ensure blessings for marriage - what’s with that look? You did accept my courtship, after all.” ;))))

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

alternatively; check out the Octavinelle masterlist?

[devosin]

GRIM ACCIDENTLY OUTING YOUR CRUSH ON HIM !! . . grim accidently blurting out how much you love the dorm head . .

gender neutral reader / fluff / crack taken seriously / mutual pinning

a/n: this has been rotting in my idea list for like over 2 years, enjoy! og account: @/cupids-chamber

MALLEUS DRACONIA

Malleus was surprised, when you had decided to tag along on his Gargoyle Study Club meeting, however he was ecstatic with the idea of you joining him, while he talked about his favorite things. Truly an exciting time, talking to his favorite person about his favorite things!

For once he didn't quite mind having no one at the meetings, because he got to spend time with you—and Grim . . he's there too . . In fact, Malleus kind of finds it endearing he stuck around this long with you, listening to him, despite clearly not being interested in the topic.

Malleus walked around, showing you his collection of gargoyles—explaining the extensive history of each one, and you listened, throughout his explanations which most people would find extremely boring, though seeing how passionate he was about the subject, you couldn't help but be engaged.

You followed along behind him, as he showed you each one, Grim on your shoulder, yawning rather loudly—clearly bored with the past hour, where you dragged him into Malleus's club meeting, which you passed off as a 'morale' thing to do—when he can clearly tell you did this because you liked him.

"Ah . . I have something I want to give to you"—Malleus shifted through the drawers, looking for the miniature gargoyles he had made for the both of you (well just you, he figured grim would appreciate something more . . edible . . he got tuna.).

Grim leans in closer to you, whispering rather loudly, so much so you knew Malleus could hear, "henchman, how much longer . . my whiskers are turning white here!!", he whispered all bit dramatically, and you sighed internally, mumbling a soft, "Grim not right now", in response.

After a few more moments of silence, Grim leaned back, and exclaimed, "You seriously like this guy, he likes gargoyles more then I like tuna—"

Grim paused, realizing he spoke a little more than he really should've. . . and Malleus paused, dropping whatever was in his hand to the floor, turning blankly at you, looking at you with a dumbfounded look on his face . . (he's processing, give him a minute.)

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Riddle isn't the kind of person to intrude in a conversation, especially when he knows he isn't wanted there (debatable)—He also doesn't enjoy listening in on others private conversations . . However, this case is different, obviously he has the right to be curious when you're being so very loud, I mean practically everyone can hear you!

His heels clicked on the floors, as he raced through the halls—Riddle doesn't often find himself in a rush, but lunch had started 5 minutes ago, and he was running behind on his schedule.

His hands gripped his notes tightly, and just as he was about to make a turn, he heard his name . .—Riddle stopped in his tracks, looking around, in order to find the source of the noise, that's when he spotted you . . and grim, who was speaking rather loudly.

Now, Riddle swears he's not purposefully ease-dropping, but Grim was loud. . he was bound to overhear anyways! . . Well that's what he'll keep telling himself, in order to ease the guilt of listening in on your private conversations.

"Riddle?!" Grim exclaimed, waving his little paws around in shock, "out of everyone henchman, you like that—", you covered Grim's mouth with your hand, whispering loudly in response, "Why don't you tell the whole school I like Riddle, Grim?!?"

Riddle paused in response to that, 'you liked him? . . as in romantically? . .', Riddle loses his grip on his notes, in shock. Papers scattered the floor with a thud, and before Riddle could fix the mess he had accidently caused, you turned, and faced him . . This is gonna be one long confessio—conversation.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

See, Vil isn't the kind of person to believe in a rumor or petty gossip that he hears across the halls of Pomefiore, because if there's drama then Octavinelle and Pomefiore are the absolute first at the crime scene—He's well aware of how a small lie and a fake rumor can go and ruin someone's life, which is why Vil prefers information from the source.

That being said, Vil does enjoy gossip—and at time's he draws his own conclusion to a topic, and keeps it to himself, he's on the middle line of it all, but you bet, he'll 'coincidentally' overhear all the drama going on at your family reunion but don't worry, he's amazing with secrets. (Headcanon: he probably pretends not to like gossip, but still listens and reacts when Rook tells him what he overheard)

And this is why Vil couldn't help it but approach Grim when he heard him complaining begrudgingly to himself, about you kicking him out and making him run 'errands' . . which were more likely then not, a distraction.

"Oh it's nothing, henchman just needed privacy . . ya . .", Vil raises a brow, and Grim should've shut down, but when a can of good tuna got involved . . Well a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Grim took the can of tuna from Vil, "They're preparing a confession letter", Grim spoke and Vil couldn't help but feel a pang of betrayal at the revelation, how could they like someone else . . When he's breathing! (At least wait till he's cremated, like gosh . . So as long as his body exists, even if he's not breathing, you should love him frfr #hawkmothcore for the win) . .

"To who?", Vil asks, curiously, and Grim stares at him blankly, "I'll give you another can to go—" he offers, "Gimme it right now, and I'll tell ya'".

Vil sighs, handing him another can, "The letter is for ya', henchman likes you—".

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Now normally, Leona could care less as to what goes on in the botanical garden, while he takes a nap there (mainly because he's too asleep to register his surroundings), because even with his acute sense of hearing, rarely anyone visits, and if they do, they only do so to take a break or catch a breather, or to just immerse themselves in the garden as a sort of escape, so it's usually all quiet and soothing, for the most part.

However, some days he wasn't so lucky, be it students randomly popping in so they could skip class, or to have a picnic, or that random couple, who thinks it'd be a cute and adorable idea to have a date in the botanical garden because no-one goes there, and it's so secretive and the mystery excites them. (he hates, he fucking hates it, he's the biggest hater there is, he despises all couples equally.)

Leona was all comfortable, half-asleep, his eyes were closed as he was ready to just get some shut-eye, sleep for a couple hours—until, he heard footsteps, rather loud ones . . Now, he normally doesn't care, and to be frank, he doesn't care right now, he figured they're taking a small stroll, and will stop . . eventually. (delusional king!!)

"Grim this is ridiculous—", Leona's ears perked up as he heard your voice, now that had his eyes wide open, looking around for you . . Well he's not that curious, as to what you find 'ridiculous' (he's very curious, he needs to know each detail, tell him everything), but he does hope you expand on it.

"C'mon henchmen! The best way to get over someone is confess and get closure?", Grim was confused himself, with whatever he was saying, "Oh yea Grim, which class did you learn that from, romance 101 with Crowley?—", Leona snorts.

"No actually I asked Trien!" Grim says . . a bit too confidently for comfort, "Grim . . I don't think you should be proud of that", you point out.

"Just tell Leona you like him? He's not gonna kill ya"

". . ." Leona froze, . . you liked him? I mean yea that makes sense, he's really attractive, but you—Liked him? . .

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Azul states that he doesn't favor you that much—although the twins will argue otherwise, especially since Azul got you to taste test the new Monstro Lounge menu items, before he released it . . before even tasting it himself, . . and maybe he didn't want to let it slip that he liked you only—because he ended up also inviting Grim to taste the food with you—And with Crowley's payments . . well you were more than willing to accept free food.

To be fair, Azul is aware you do get a bit more special treatment, and deep-down he's well aware he likes you, but confronting his feelings? in this economy? . . not gonna happen . . He'd rather you assume he's a cat person who likes Grim, because clearly that's what you think of him, since he's so pretty and smart and good at covering his feelings. (He's not, he's boyfailing a little too close to the sun.)

Azul had everything set up—and by that he means, he had a plan and got other people to set it up for him, according to said plan, because he couldn't give away the fact that he had planned it himself, no . . that would make it seem like he was into you, and he'd rather die then you know that—In fact, he'd rather have his tentacles inked dry and cut off, fried and dipped in his ink, and shoved so far down his throat he chokes and dies before that even remotely comes close to happening.

You sat beside Azul, as he asked asked you about the food, and you gave responses that he mostly liked, . . well you did have some comments about the blue cheese rigatoni . . But to be fair, he entrusted the blue cheese to Floyd . .

Grim was half-way through his food, when he randomly spoke, with his mouth rather full, "This is amazing . . I can see why you like this guy henchman . .—" Azul paused and he practically stopped blinking, if his ears could perk up, then it would right now, "—for once your taste in men . . has good justification henchm—" Grim only paused when he recognized your glare, and only then did he realize how badly he fucked up . . "I'm not getting the good tuna for awhile . . am I?"

KALIM AL-ASIM

Kalim doesn't usually come in without an appointment (lies), or before informing you beforehand (lies on top of lies), and he doesn't really like invading your personal time (and lies again) . . at least not knowingly, but today was different . . he wanted to go somewhere with you! It's a surprise, and surely you'd appreciate him randomly popping into your dorm and dragging you outside, in the sunlight like an upstanding citizen and friend.

Kalim settles on the couch in the lounge of Ramshackle, stretching his arms out as he gets comfortable. All the while, Grim stares him down, . . something Kalim noticed off the get-go, "Why are you looking at me like that?", he calls out, confused and a tad bit unnerved at the blatant piercing stare.

"You're the one henchman likes, right? . .—what's your credit score? . . how many cans of tuna are we talking—"

Kalim paused, ". . . what?", he asks blankly, still paused at the first half of Grim's sentence, enough to not notice or take offense to the rest of his words and questions. "Why can't ya' hear me . . ?! I asked what's your credit scor—", grim responds, only to be cut-off mid-sentence by Kalim "BEFORE THAT!"

"That you're the person henchman lik—", Grim pauses as he hears your voice, and as you enter the room, Grim realizes his mistake, "Fuck."

"Kalim act natural!" Grim asks, as he goes back into his usual stance, but as he see's Kalim not moving, . . "who am I kidding . . no one can get shit through to ya' in one go . . I'm fucked."

IDIA SHROUD

Idia had his gaming equipment set up for two, well it would be three—but paws and controllers isn't the most fun thing to play around with, therefore Grim has opted to watching, instead of playing. Which he gets bored of rather fast, and well Ortho preferred to watch his older brother then play, or do normal kid things like advanced calculus.

Although Idia didn't really mind that, he enjoyed playing with you, because you were a really good challenge, a true gamer! . . And with newer games, he found that you listened and got the hang of it fast, and it was fun helping you grow your account on his favorite games, and it was also fun listening to you ramble about your favorite games from your world.

"So yea in genshin impact—", you rambled on and on about the Fontaine chapter, and about the 'archon' which was like the great seven, and how sad her storyline was, Idia dabbled in Lore from time to time, though he really found it amusing how you took the time to describe everything, you really helped immerse him in the storyline, and to be honest, sometimes he could imagine he was playing the game with you.

"—and then if you went into this specific area you could actually hear her cry . . OH oh! . . and when Neuvillette cried, it would like downpour so hard . . ", you continued rambling, and Idia would just listen, so much so that you guys completely forgot the game you were actually playing . . which seemed to upset Grim, who wanted to watch.

"Yea yea . . henchmen, we get it was sad, and it's fun talking to the love of your life—but could we please have more playing and less talking!", Grim explained rather dramatically, his paws flinging up, only to be silenced when he saw the two of you silent, looking at each other . . and then Idia's hair burst up in bright pink flames . .

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[heartsiebyul]

Yo are requests still open? If no, you're still amazing and I really love your content and I hope you have a nice day.

If yes: headcanons for Azul x reader but make it queerplatonic. They will never kiss or have sex but they're very much ride or die in a way that is more than mere friendship or family. They refer to each other as "business partners for life" and would get married for tax purposes but otherwise just chill with each other.

Why? Cause while yeah Azul could be secretly a super romantic guy, its way more fun to picture him going "romance & sex? ew that gets int he way of money" and then just turning right back to playing chess with his partner as they plot to takeover the world together. Also because I've neveer seen much queerplatonic relationship headcanons out here

╰─▸ ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Business Partners for Life

featuring: Azul Ashengrotto

headcanons

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Romance? ❎ Profits? ✅

Azul is genuinely relieved and even ecstatic to meet someone who not only doesn't pursue him romantically, but actively rejects the idea of any romantic or sexual tension between them.

Azul considers such things as “emotionally unstable and time-consuming.”

You agree, and it becomes your shared motto, “No distractions, just dividends.”

ఌ︎.

You both literally signed marriage papers to manipulate tax loopholes.

There was no kiss, no bouquet, just notarized documents and a mutual shake of hands and nod.

The certificate hangs in your shared office, Partners since July 25, xxxx, legally and professionally.

ఌ︎.

You run the Mostro Lounge like co-CEOs.

You each have personalized mugs,

Azul’s - “CEO of Emotional Stability (sometimes)”

Yours - “Executive of Not Catching Feelings”

ఌ︎.

Your idea of intimacy is a nod of mutual respect or an approving look from him.

On very rare, emotionally charged nights, you lean your head on his shoulder for two seconds. He does not move. That’s basically spooning.

“You're breathing on my notes.”

“Your notes needed warmth.”

ఌ︎.

Weekly “Business & Life expansion” meetings over coffee at 10 PM.

You two plan everything from career paths to financial security and etc.

ఌ︎.

You are the only one Azul allows to challenge his strategies.

You are the only person he plays chess with.

Your brainstorming sessions are dangerous. If the two of you teamed up in real-world finance, capitalism might collapse.

ఌ︎.

If someone mocks Azul's past? You bury them in thinly veiled (legal) threats.

If someone insults you? Azul ruins them academically or financially, clean and legal.

“We don’t do petty revenge” Azul says.

“We do full-scale life sabotage” you correct.

ఌ︎.

You’re in each other’s wills.

“In case of accidental demise,” Azul says calmly, handing you a thick binder.

You both have a full legacy plan in place. If either of you dies, the other inherits everything, including control of the Lounge.

ఌ︎.

You both list the other as the primary emergency contact.

You once had a mock drill to test how fast Azul would get to you if something went wrong. He passed. In under 3 minutes.

ఌ︎.

Everyone thinks you're dating. You both don't correct them.

Jade knows the truth and finds it amusing. Floyd calls you Azul’s “money spouse.”

Neither of you care. If people assume romance, they’re clearly not smart enough to understand your superior form of partnership.

You and Azul are the platonic version of soulmates, no hand-holding, no kissy stuff, just financial domination, nightly coffee, and plans that sparkle with shared ambition.

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𖦹 A power couple, indeed. What we need is a man who’s intelligent, not just in academics, but in finances as well. Correction - what we need is Azul Ashengrotto. ✅

𖦹 noted ✍🏻

𖦹 Just gonna find a man named Azul Ashengrotto.

𖦹 Thank you anon and you too!

[yan-lorkai]

Kicks the door open I have come! to request a Self-aware AU with the Twst bois. When they and the Darling/MC/Player/S/O switch bodies. However, the Darling isn't inside the game. So it's like the Darling waking up in the boys' bodies inside the game, and the boys waking up in the Darling's body in the real world. Thankyou very much 🙏👍🫂✨

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ a/n: self-aware au, my beloved. It was so fun to write this and I wrote a lot too 🥺💓. It took me a while to finish, so I hope you like it, darling!

Azul could always feel your presence through the puppet you control. He felt calm when you looked at him. He felt delighted at every laugh you laughed, and he wanted nothing more than to be beside you. The real you. He wished really hard for it to be possible someday, not knowing that this was exactly what was going to happen. Although his request was successful, there was just one error in the equation: he was in your body, your holy, beautiful body. Which means... You were in his horrible body.

While others would feel happy (and he really is happy to an extent), Azul feels a sense of trepidation knowing that you were awaking in his body and there was no way for him to check on you. Or could he? He tried calling his own phone but it wasn't possible. Resigned, he then took to explore your room and home and if you have any roommates / lived with your parents, Azul would try get along with them and collect information on you. While this isn't the ideal, Azul still has to think ten times ahead so when he take you to Twisted Wonderland (not a matter of if but more of when), he could make you sign a deal.

By the way, he definitely try to unlock your phone. And since he is in your body, Azul may try to unlock your phone with your fingerprint or your face if your phone has that function. If he is successful Azul will read your messages as if it were a magazine, he would see what type of songs you listen and videos you like to watch, what's in your history. Basically he is your fbi agent seeing everything on your phone, there's not a thing he'll not see. Good luck for you, reader. That's why I always I always delete my history lol.

Meanwhile you. You wake up on Azul Ashengrotto's body, the octavinelle dorm leader. Geez, are you dreaming? But everything is so real and feels so real. Jade and Floyd seems so real. And their voices, mocking and teasing, almost condescending as you tried your best to act like Azul. They seemed to know that something was wrong but neither choose to ask, brushing off as you being busy with a new scam plan. You were overjoyed but also anxious, without knowing what to do. Could you even return to your body at all? Only time will tell.

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Jade always knew that something was strange with this world, it was almost too... Surreal? He can't quite put into words the things he feel but everything was so much clearer whenever he could feel your presence when he was studying or riding his broom. He could feel your presence when he was cooking, when he was talking about this terrariums, when he was beating people who broke their part of the deal. You seemed to favor him, to love him. He could feel your affection seeping through your cellphone. And he wished to see you, to know you as intimately as you knew him.

And that wish became real. One day he woke up in a different bedroom, in a different body, then, while he is a little surprised, Jade just brush this off as something you did. Perhaps you wanted to show him your world? You wanted to show him your life? Or were you trying to show him something else? Either way, Jade is having the time of his life in your body. Though, as if he was mesmerized by it, he caught himself looking himself at the mirror to see your face staring right back at him. He looks like an excited kid making silly faces in front of the mirror. Honestly he is so unserious. Making faces and silly dances, and laughing because of it.

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Floyd is instantly thrilled, if somewhat bewildered. At first, he messes around with everything he can find, marveling at your surroundings and taking a deep dive into your belongings — he finds it all so fascinating. He’s absolutely entertained by exploring your room, your things, and all the little details that give him insight into your life. But once the novelty wears off, his mischievous nature kicks in. He wants to know everything about you — what you like, your habits, your friends — and he’s not afraid to dig deep. Floyd starts exploring your social media, searching for anything that brings him closer to you and your world. If he finds anyone he thinks might be close to you, he’s ready to make them uncomfortable with cryptic messages or odd behavior, wanting to make it clear that no one knows you better than him.

Meanwhile, you, trapped in Floyd’s body, have to navigate his spontaneous, unpredictable moods and intense physicality — whether in class, on the basketball court, or during his shenanigans. He's having the time of his life while you are fighting for yours, even more when Azul send you to squeeze some people. Like??? How are you supposed to do this????

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Silver always dreamt of you. He knew you, the feeling of your love and affection, the tone of your voice, even if when he woke up he forget everything. A blurry line separating you two. For a while, he thought that you were some higher being that he created on his mind, a simple part of his imagination. That is until this magicless student come around and your presence was all over them, controlling them, talking through them. He wanted to get closer, he wished he could talk to you, to bask on your presence. But he couldn't. He couldn't break his code. Not yet.

But when he slept that night something was different. He couldn't jump into another dream, his voice was different, his height was different, then when he inched closer to the mirror, he saw. A different face. And he knew instantly that it was your face. It was a very beautiful face, exactly how he had imagined. Though it was not what he wanted. He wanted to talk to you, to tell what he felt whenever your gaze was upon him. He didn't want to be you. Or for you to be him.

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Riddle wakes up in your body, feeling completely disoriented and frustrated with the lack of control he has over the new, unfamiliar world around him. But soon, the shock turns into curiosity and then into obsession as he realizes he now has full access to everything about you, your routines, belongings, even your weaknesses, and insecurities.

Riddle’s meticulous nature drives him to organize your life, make everything as “perfect” as he can, so when you’re back, it’ll be clear that he knows what’s best for you. He spends hours exploring your things, setting up strict plans, and making lists, even going so far as to cut out people he feels are a bad influence. All of this, in his mind, is for your “own good.”

In Twisted Wonderland, you’re now bound to the rules of Heartslabyul, balancing Riddle’s strict schedule, navigating his many routines, and dealing with his high standards as you struggle to maintain his reputation without causing a commotion.

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Jamil is quick to adjust, immediately masking his initial confusion in favor of stealthily gathering information about your world. He keeps a low profile, but behind that calm facade, he’s strategically piecing together every part of your life, figuring out who’s important to you and how he can stay in your life even if he returns to his world. Jamil moves through your world with subtlety, observing your friends and family with a quiet intensity, noting who to trust — and who to remove from your life. He’s ready to make subtle changes to your social circle or behavior, aligning your life with what he thinks is “best.”

Meanwhile, back in Twisted Wonderland, you’re handling Jamil’s carefully hidden responsibilities, feeling the pressure of his dual life between serving Kalim and managing his own ambitions, all while trying not to slip up and reveal your true identity. It's difficult.

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Kalim wakes up in your body with sheer joy and fascination, his excitement overriding any initial confusion. He’s absolutely delighted to be in your world, taking in every little detail with childlike wonder. Kalim sees this as an opportunity to become even closer to you, and he goes about learning everything there is to know about your life, friends, and family, brimming with excitement to be part of it all. He’s incredibly affectionate with anyone he meets, happy to share his thoughts, and may unintentionally end up sharing details about “you” that leave people puzzled. He can’t resist splurging a bit on your behalf, thinking he’s treating you.

As for you, adapting to Kalim’s responsibilities in Twisted Wonderland is overwhelming, as you’re thrown into his high-energy life and surrounded by his devoted friends and followers. His cheerful, social world is a whirlwind of activity and expectation, especially with Jamil by your side, assessing every move you make with a scrutinizing eye.

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When Ruggie wakes up in your body, he’s initially thrown off but quickly realizes the opportunity in front of him. Instead of panicking, he takes a strategic approach, savoring every moment as he explores your life and digs into your personal world. His tendencies kick in subtly but intensely; he’s not one for grand, showy gestures, but every action is deliberate, aimed at securing his presence in your life as deeply as possible, as he changes your wallpaper for fanart of him and enters the game to level up all his cards for you.

He begins by poking through your belongings, finding small things that give him insight into your personality, routines, and friends. Ruggie is careful to go unnoticed, learning as much as he can about your relationships and keeping mental notes about anyone he thinks poses a “threat” to his place in your life. He’s not above making subtle changes, distancing you from people he dislikes and reshaping your social circle to align with his preferences, but he does so with skillful subtlety — most people won’t even realize he’s manipulating things from behind the scenes.

If you have a job, he’ll blend right in, charming your colleagues and subtly gaining their favor, leaving an impression that makes it hard for anyone to forget you. He’s naturally resourceful, too, so he takes a look at your finances, maybe even setting aside a bit of extra money “for emergencies” (which, of course, he intends to use for things he thinks you’ll need down the line).

Meanwhile, back in Twisted Wonderland, you’re adjusting to the gritty pace of Ruggie’s life in Savanaclaw. His resourcefulness is evident in every little aspect of his world — from balancing odd jobs to navigating the intense social structure under Leona’s rule. You feel the constant need to stay alert, manage his reputation, and keep up with his never-ending hustle. It’s a life of quick thinking, constant negotiation, and clever shortcuts that keep you on your toes, giving you a firsthand taste of Ruggie’s way of surviving in a world that doesn’t make things easy. You made a note to dote on him when you get back to your body, he deserves.

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⋆˚࿔ 【 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 - 𝐂𝐡.5-8 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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The group pushed open the door, heading inside their first-period classroom. [Name] couldn't help but blink for a few short moments at the stark contrast between this potionology room and the one back at Ever After High.

The room was steeped in a warm, magical atmosphere, the kind that instantly hinted at secrets waiting to be uncovered. In the very heart of the chamber sat a massive, soot-black cauldron perched above a crackling fire pit, the flames flickering a deep orange and casting dancing shadows along the cobblestone floor. Inside the cauldron, a thick pink potion bubbled and hissed, occasionally splashing over the rim in slow, syrupy drips.

The scent of herbs and something sweetly floral hung in the air, thick enough to cling to the walls and warm the lungs with every breath. Around the cauldron lay scattered bottles, tools, and flasks, each one glowing faintly with its own mysterious magic, as if waiting for the right hands to stir them to life.

Encircling the room were towering wooden shelves, aged and dark, groaning under the weight of countless alchemical supplies. There were potion bottles of every shape and size, some long and thin, others squat and round, all filled with glimmering liquids in shades of emerald, amethyst, ruby, and sapphire. Nestled between the vials were bundles of dried herbs, peculiar trinkets, and ancient books, their leather covers worn and spines cracked with use. Some shelves were more chaotic than others, suggesting frequent rummaging or hurried experiments.

Strange items peeked from shadowed corners: miniature cauldrons, crystal orbs, insect-like ingredients in jars, and magical devices whose purpose was anyone's guess.

Gold detailing traced the upper frames of the shelves like ivy, curling into elegant patterns that shimmered faintly under the room's low lighting. Small wooden tables stood at uneven angles around the perimeter, some holding open books, others bearing new ingredients, still uncorked and waiting to be tested.

A delicate candle flame flickered atop a side table beside the cauldron, next to a glowing bottle filled with swirling purple essence, casting a soft lavender light across the nearby stones. Everything about the space suggested it had been in use for years, carefully curated yet well-worn from the constant pursuit of discovery. It was not a pristine lab meant for display but a lived-in sanctuary of secrets and spellwork, where every object had a purpose and every corner told a story.

[Name] couldn't help but pick up a vial with interest before flinching, feeling someone hover over her shoulder. The potion was gently lifted from her hands and placed back on the shelf. "I suggest you don't try that," a soft voice said with a polite smile. She turned to see a boy with slightly purple hair and gentle, doe-like eyes smiling sweetly.

He wore the standard Night Raven College uniform: a dark grey jacket and pants, a white shirt, and a vest in the color of his dorm. His vest was a deep crimson, with a red and gold ribbon tied around his left arm and a snake emblem pinned to it.

"Ah, my bad," [Name] muttered, nodding her head. The student simply nodded back before walking off with a wave, heading to his own seat. [Name] stepped over to where Deuce and Ace stood. Grim was perched atop a nearby stool, blinking between the cauldron and her before grumbling something under his breath. She smiled, slipping on the lab coat Ace offered while mumbling something about goggles. She shrugged and pulled them over her eyes with a grin.

The scent of aged parchment, crushed herbs, and something faintly floral lingered like a whispered secret. Murmurs buzzed through the rows of students as they stood stiffly, wide-eyed, unsure of what to expect from their very first homeroom class at Night Raven College. A sharp snap echoed through the room, crisp, precise, and commanding. All conversation died instantly. The sound had come from a sleek, elegant teaching pointer striking the edge of a nearby table with practiced flair. At the front of the room stood a tall man, exuding a presence so sharp it nearly sliced through the air.

[Name] and the Adeuce duo looked over to see the teacher raising a brow, eyeing every single student. His silver-grey eyes narrowed with confidence, studying the class like they were ingredients in an unfinished potion: useful, but raw. His hair was immaculately styled, parted to the side with the longer section pure white and the other, a bold contrast of black. Silver studs gleamed at his ears, and every detail of his wardrobe demanded attention.

Draped in a black-and-white fur coat, the professor was the very picture of theatrical elegance. Beneath the voluminous coat, he wore a pristine black tuxedo, complete with a sharp red tie, studded red gloves, and a vest as clean-cut as his judgmental stare. His black belt shimmered with silver spikes, and several long, tail-like appendages trailed from his coat, swaying like a predator's tail. In one gloved hand, he lazily spun his teaching pointer, the red collar and dangling jewel at its tip catching the light with every turn.

"If it isn't the new arrivals to my homeroom class," he purred, his voice smooth like velvet edged with steel. Students shifted uneasily. No one dared meet his gaze for long. He took a single, poised step forward, the pointer tapping once against his palm. "We'll start with the basics first," he said smoothly, his smile dazzling and dangerous.

Then his tone hardened "I'll lash those tiny brains of yours with hundreds of medicinal and poisonous herbs until you can identify them all." The pointer snapped again, this time tapping the edge of his boot. "By sight. By scent. And, if necessary... by taste."

A few students audibly gulped. Others exchanged nervous glances, but none dared to speak. "Do not expect leniency in my class," Professor Crewel continued, taking one long stride across the room. "I don't tolerate laziness. Or fashion crimes." His gaze flicked disapprovingly toward a student with a crooked tie a nervous hand immediately went to fix it. "Good," he said, clearly pleased. "You're already learning."

With a dramatic turn, his coat flaring behind him like storm clouds, Professor Crewel raised his pointer once more "Now open your notebooks. Class begins." A student's hand reached toward the equipment, only to yelp when Crewel's pointed stick slapped down sharply on the back of it.

"Stay," he commanded, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. The student flinched, pulling their hand back quickly as Professor Crewel's gaze hardened. "Keep your paws off the equipment." He turned his full attention to the rest of the class. [Name] stood awkwardly, clutching Grim in her arms as he wriggled and huffed, trying to break free.

"Listen up, puppies. There are no failures in my class. None," Crewel declared, eyes narrowing. "You will be trained under my firm hand." [Name] leaned slightly toward Deuce and whispered, "Well, that doesn't sound concerning..." Ace let out a loud sigh, leaning against the table with a frown. "Ugh, we got a real hardass for a homeroom teacher?" Deuce blinked, staying silent as [Name] stared at the dramatic swirl of Crewel's coat.

"Fancy coat," she muttered. Deuce shrugged. "Maybe he's just passionate?" Grim finally slipped free from [Name]'s grip and plopped back down onto the nearby stool. He stared at Crewel's pointer and shivered. "That whip looks like it'd hurt..."

The group sighed collectively as the potionology lesson officially began. [Name] glanced down at the books and unfamiliar items in front of her, lips pressed together in thought. This was going to be a long semester.

[Name] blinked slowly from her seat as the second period began. Only second period, and she was already calculating how long she could remain sane without her usual buffer of Ace's whining or Deuce's attempts to be the responsible one. Soon enough, she'd have to split from them, and that thought was mildly irritating. She wasn't exactly one for chaos, but watching them embarrass themselves was oddly therapeutic to mind her from whats been going on.

Standing at the front of the classroom was a man who looked like he'd stepped out of a haunted portrait frame. The professor had the appearance of a tall, elderly man with small grey eyes and neatly combed-back greying hair. He wore a standard black suit beneath long maroon robes, the kind that billowed like the shadows of old spells. Attached to his collar was a crisp white jabot, tied off with a turquoise-colored pendant that gleamed coldly in the candlelight. His entire demeanor gave off the vibe of "strict headmaster who could turn you to stone with a single glance" stern and utterly unapproachable.

"I am your History of Magic teacher, Mozus Trein," he said, voice deep and heavy with age and intellect. "And this is my familiar, Lucius." In his arms was a large, chubby black cat with a sharp stare and white patches of fur on his chest and tail. Lucius let out a disgruntled meow, twitching his tail like he owned the place. Which, [Name] assumed, he probably did.

"You are here to learn the rich history of magic and how it has sculpted the world which you now so easily take for granted." Trein's fingers absentmindedly stroked Lucius's fur as he continued. "I grade based on classroom behavior as well as the quality of work. Don't let me catch you sleeping." His eyes narrowed toward the students who looked dangerously close to dozing off one student in the back practically folded over their desk like a poorly-made quilt.

"Now, let us open our books to page fifteen. This section concerns the magestones discovered in the Dwarfs' Mine..." As Trein began reading from the textbook in a slow, droning voice, [Name] lowered her gaze to the pages in front of her. Her eyes scanned the lines, her mind already wandering. Her lips pursed with interest realizing some of the information being given how some was already familiar to her and ever after high.

Ace gave her a side glance, arching a brow. She offered no explanation. He shrugged and went back to pretending to look interested, eyes half-lidded and bored "As knowledge and awareness of magical energy began to spread across the globe from this point," Trein recited, "this year is considered Year One of the Magic Era."

A long yawn escaped from Ace, his head propped up by his hand. Deuce, trying to be polite, yawned into his palm but was definitely struggling to stay awake. "Fascinating... 'Dwarfs' Mine'... mhm, mhm... 'magical energy'..." Ace mumbled under his breath close to passing out.

Grim, face flattened against the desk, groaned, "Maaaan... when do we get to the classes where we blow stuff up with magic?" [Name] simply shrugged and reached over to pat the little feline monster on the head, smirking slightly. "Probably not until they're sure we won't set the curtains on fire." By the time the trio was released for their third-period class, [Name] paused briefly at the door. She turned to glance over her shoulder, watching as Professor Trein methodically placed textbooks back onto a cart with gloved precision. Lucius, ever the proper cat, leapt up to perch on the desk. His golden eyes locked onto [Name].

The cat let out a soft meow that echoed louder than expected in the stone room. She blinked, offered the feline a small nod, and walked out not quite sure if she had just been judged or silently applauded by a cat for being awake unlike some other students who were sat beside you.

Third period came with a blast of fresh air and the scent of grass and sweat. [Name] stood awkwardly among the sea of students, all dressed in standard-issue gym uniforms, the fabric stiff and slightly faded from years of use. The one she wore had been handed to her by Coach Vargas himself before class even started. His booming voice and enthusiastic grin left her no room to refuse.

"No exceptions!" he had declared proudly, flexing one arm as he presented the uniform like a treasure. "No matter the gender, every student trains their body to the fullest! A brilliant magician has a healthy body!" [Name] had blinked, clutching the uniform with an unsure smile. She wasn't exactly against exercise after all, she rode dragons and had trained in sparring and survival classes at Ever After High but the energy Vargas radiated? That was an entirely different beast. He didn't walk into a room; he exploded into it.

And now here she was, half-listening as the overly muscular PE teacher puffed his chest and struck a heroic pose for the class. "Feast your eyes, bean sprouts!" Vargas roared, showing off his biceps. "These are the muscles I forged drinking raw eggs every single day! You need strength to be a magician!" [Name] raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over her chest as she side-eyed Ace and Deuce. Ace looked seconds from groaning, while Deuce stood stiffly, pretending to be enthusiastic.

Then came the whistle. Sharp and high-pitched "First! Give me twenty laps around the field!" Vargas bellowed. "What!?" Ace shouted as he stumbled into a jog. "I didn't even stretch!" "Then give me one hundred push-ups after that!" Vargas added, not missing a beat. His eyes sparkled with excitement, like this was his favorite part of the day.

The group scattered in chaos, students wheezing and stumbling as they tried to fall into line. [Name] sighed and joined the fray, her boots hitting the dirt track with soft, steady thuds. Behind her, Grim trotted on all fours, panting dramatically. "Spelltacular... I love PE," [Name] wheezed sarcastically.

"Sure, sure. Same here," Ace groaned, barely keeping pace. Deuce, ever the motivator, clapped his hands to the rhythm of their steps, trying to hype up the team. "Come on, you two! We've got this!" [Name] gave him a sidelong glance, mentally sighing at how sweet he was being. He could easily outrun them if he wanted, but he stuck by their side anyway with a huff, [Name] muttered under her breath, "That's it."

Her fingers twitched subtly, summoning a faint swirl of purple mist around her boots. In a second her speed surged, and she zipped past Deuce as Coach vargas cheered clapping his hands "YES MS QUEEN RUN! RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN!" "God damn it he's close to reminding me of the Gingerbread man..." [Name] stifled a small smile.

Deuce blinked in surprise but quickly picked up his pace, matching her stride with a grin. "Didn't say we could use magic" Deuce scolded but smiled at [name] who waved him off. Grim on the other hand had fallen behind and was now frantically chasing after them with a wild leap, he latched onto Ace's back.

"Wha- DUDE!" Ace yelped, nearly toppling over as Grim clung to him like a fuzzy scarf, his collar still bouncing around his neck. "Carry me! My paws weren't made for cardio!" Grim whined, tail flailing as Ace struggled to stay upright. "You little furball-!" Ace grumbled, but he didn't throw him off, even as he staggered forward with Grim flopping dramatically on his back.

[Name] couldn't help the laugh that slipped from her lips as she ran ahead, wind tugging at her hair, the chaos of her classmates trailing close behind. By the time the first few laps were done, half the students were either on the ground or barely keeping pace. Deuce still pushed through with grit in his jaw, while Ace slumped dramatically against the grass, groaning. [Name] had slowed, catching her breath while pressing a hand to her chest.

"How're you still standing...?" Ace huffed at Deuce, who wiped sweat from his brow "because I train like this on the regular," Deuce answered, almost smug. "This sucks!!" Ace howled, flopping to the grass.

[Name] knelt beside him, both hands on her knees. "Can't believe we still have push-ups left..." before anyone could catch a proper break, Vargas blew the whistle again. "You can't be tired after just that! Go do another set!" "Huh!?" came the collective student cry.

[Name] let out a dry laugh as she stumbled to her feet again. "At this rate, we'll be shredded or dead by the end of the semester." "Both," Ace groaned from the ground.

[Name] wiped sweat from her brow, hair sticking to her face as she squinted up at the bright sky. This was nothing like potionology or history. No textbooks. No notes. Just Vargas yelling about eggs, strength, and the power of physical fitness and the worst part? There was still a whole second half of the period left to survive.

The bell had barely finished echoing through the hallways when [Name] found herself staring down at her schedule with a mix of skepticism and exhaustion between the suffocating theatrical professors, suspiciously explosive curriculum, and her own internal tug-of-war between destiny and self-made freedom, she was beginning to wonder if being yanked into this dimension was a cosmic punishment for rebelling against her fairytale origins.

"Let's see..." she murmured under her breath, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes as her violet gaze scanned the parchment. "Next class I have is with class 3...B?" Ace read over his own schedule, he groaned with exaggerated annoyance. "This so-called magic academy feels a lot like a lame, ordinary school. I thought we'd be doing something cool by now. I mean, really... lectures?" He tugged lightly at the black collar wrapped snugly around his neck, a visible reminder of the chaos they'd stirred up "Not exactly what I expected. But hey, at least this collar won't be much of a problem after all."

[Name] lifted an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "The collar isn't the problem. It's everything else pretending to be normal." "Right?" Ace turned his head, expecting a snarky comment from Grim only to be met with silence "Grim?" His voice dropped an octave. "Where'd Grim go?" A flicker of dread passed through [Name]'s features. "I have a very bad feeling about this..."

As if on cue, Deuce's eyes went wide and he pointed toward the window. "Oh! Look outside! I just saw a ball of fur sprinting across the courtyard!" All three darted toward the window and peered out. Sure enough, a streak of grey zipped across the grass, fire-tipped ears glowing faintly under the morning sun. Grim's voice carried back to them with no attempt at subtlety.

"No way am I puttin' up with this boring routine day in and day out! I'm Grim, Sorcerer Prodigy! I don't need no one to teach me how to blow stuff up!" The words left a dry silence between the trio. [Name] pinched the bridge of her nose "Oh my godmother..." she muttered, deadpan. "He's doing this on day one?" Deuce sighed heavily beside her. "That guy is not a fast learner."

Ace, meanwhile, turned to her with a sly grin stretching across his face. "Yikes. Doesn't look great for you, huh? Losing your only student on your first day as Prefect?" His smirk widened as he leaned in slightly. "Want help catching him?" [Name] tilted her head and narrowed her gaze. Her voice was calm, cool far too composed for the chaos unfolding before her. "I'm sensing there's a price."

Ace tapped his chin with mock thoughtfulness. "Well... I do love the chocolate croissants at the school co-op." [Name] stared, as Deuce stepped up, trying to play along. "I'd definitely do it for an iced latte from the cafeteria," he added. "Grim is getting away, you know..."

The two boys looked at her with matching smug grins, clearly enjoying themselves far too much nut [Name] simply exhaled, lips parting in a slow sigh. Then, with zero warning and every ounce of rebellious flair, she swung herself onto the windowsill and leapt. "A-Are you insane?!" Ace shouted from behind, nearly falling over in shock as he and Deuce rushed for the stairs instead.

Below, the courtyard spun in a blur as her boots hit the grass. Her long dark coat—black with silver accents and a glimmer of iridescent violet embroidery flared behind her like the wings of a raven in flight. She sprinted after Grim, eyes locked on the little beast who now looked back in horror.

"Grim!" she yelled, voice sharp like cracked obsidian. "Get your ratty, tuna-obsessed tail back here! If one of us is stuck in this twisted fairytale dealing with people, both of us are!" The feline shrieked, scrambling faster but he was no match for her momentum with a swift leap forward, [Name] grabbed him by the scruff, lifting the squirming fire-eared creature into the air.

"Mrrahh! I've had it with these boring classes!" he whined, limbs flailing dramatically. [Name] glared at him, unimpressed. "You're going to suck at being a mage." "Ugh! When did you get all bossy?!" "When you bit me because I didn't open your tuna fast enough" Grim paused, seemingly reflecting on that moment.

[Name] sighed, turning slowly to head back inside with the flailing familiar under one arm. "This is going to be a long semester." Despite the sarcasm that rolled off her like enchanted fog, she couldn't deny the faint warmth in her chest.

Grim's antics however unbearable were oddly grounding. He was annoying, chaotic, dramatic but he distracted her just enough from the loneliness of being ripped from her destiny. He gave her something else to focus on besides all the stress she was still trying to wrap her head around.

The cafeteria was alive with sound laughter, conversation, and the clatter of silverware bouncing off porcelain plates. Warm light poured in through stained-glass windows, casting prismatic colors across polished tile floors and rows of occupied tables.

The scent of fresh-baked bread and sizzling meats danced through the air like an enchantment. Pushing through the open doors, Grim gasped, tail flicking with excitement. "Whoa! All of this looks soooo good!" he practically sang, eyes wide as dinner plates. He scurried toward the buffet line, his paws tapping excitedly against the tile.

Grim's nose pressed to the glass as he pointed with enthusiasm. "Look how fluffy those omelets are! Ooh, grilled chicken! And a bacon-and-egg tart!" Ace groaned, dragging a hand down his face as nearby students began to glance over, some with irritation, others with curiosity. "Do you even know what an inside voice is? People are staring!"

Unbothered, Grim darted back and forth in front of the food like a child in a toy store. "Henchwoman! Grab me the grilled chicken! There's only one left! And an omelet, too! Oh! And that jelly-filled Meowuch!" The puffball smacked into someone's leg with a soft thud.

[Name] glanced up sharply at the sound, eyes narrowing as she spotted Grim rubbing his forehead, dazed. The student he'd bumped into looked down with a scowl, examining his tray before shifting a glare to the little creature at his feet.

"Oi! Watch where you're going! You broke the yolk on my carbonara!" His friend leaned in with a mocking laugh. "Man, that's messed up. Poking the egg is the best part." He smirked, clearly encouraging his buddy's irritation. "You better make this right, pal." "Yeah..." the first guy sneered, eyes drifting to the tray in [Name]'s hands. "I'm gonna need that grilled chicken as compensation. Hand it over."

[Name] stepped forward slightly, her shadow overlapping Grim's small frame. Her expression remained cool, but her e/c eyes shimmered with a subtle look of worry for Grim. Ace and Deuce instinctively flanked her sides.

Grim snapped out of his daze with a hiss. "Myah?! No way! That's mine, ya hear?! I need my protein I'm HANGRY!" "Hey! That's no way to talk to an upperclassman!" the second guy snapped. "Catch me outside and I'll teach you a thing or two!" Deuce cleared his throat, trying to maintain the peace. "Um, sir? The student handbook clearly says that magic duels are prohibited in the cafeteria..."

"Duel?" the first student snorted. "Nah, I'm just educating a clueless freshman. Now let's see how many ways there are to skin a cat." [Name] slowly reached out and caught the guy's wrist before it could get anywhere near Grim again.

Her voice was even. "Please refrain from touching my familiar." The upperclassman raised a brow, stunned then scoffed. "And why should I? He cracked my egg besides... you're pretty cute when you're all serious like that. Ain't you like that girl?"

Grim blinked. "Wait- your what?! I'm not" Deuce's jaw clenched as he cracked his knuckles, glaring at the guy with an audible pop. Ace rolled his eyes with a sigh, but [Name] didn't move an inch. Her expression sharpened as the color in her irises briefly flashing violet.

The boy's cockiness vanished in an instant. He flinched as his friend tugged him back by the sleeve. "Forget it. My pasta's getting cold." with that, the two stumbled off Grim puffed out his chest triumphantly. "Pffft! I knew they were bluffing! Cowards! You better hope I don't see you again!"

Deuce let out a long exhale. "Man, that could've gotten ugly..." Ace's jaw dropped slightly, glancing between [Name] and Deuce especially glaring at Grim. "Why are you like this?"

[Name] crouched beside Grim, checking him with a gentle touch. Her voice was soft, laced with dry sarcasm. "Next time, try not to start a war over food" Grim snorted. "Hmph! I'd win the war."

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The cafeteria buzzed with life silverware clinking against plates, students laughing in animated clusters, and the scent of fresh bread and sizzling meat wafting through the air. The midday rush had turned the open space into a frenzy of color and noise. [Name] walked alongside Grim, Ace, and Deuce, her posture collected despite the chaos. Her h/c hair, streaked with vivid purples, shimmered under the crystalline chandeliers that hovered above, giving her an air of gothic grace in a place that felt anything but subtle.

"Can we just get some lunch already?" Ace groaned, shoulders slumping. "I missed breakfast, and I'm about to collapse." Deuce sighed in sync. "Textbook bullies at an academy that prides itself on molding elite mages... it's disgraceful."

They finally made their way to a long table nestled near a stained-glass window casting crimson and violet hues over their trays. Grim wasted no time diving into his food. "Aw, get over it already. It's time to chow like the wind! This omelet's as fluffy as a cloud, practically bursting with cheese!" "So, I saw your guys' dorm, but what are the other ones like?" Grim asked between bites.

A familiar diamond-marked male slid into the seat between the h/cnette and Deuce. "I'm sure you're familiar with the statues of the Great Seven?" Cater beamed. "Night Raven College has a dorm themed after each one."

Ace flinched at the male's sudden appearance, eyes wide. "Bwah! You're that guy from this morning!" His eyebrows furrowed into a scowl. "You tricked us into paintin' those dumb roses!" Grim added angrily, scowling while placing his paws on his hips. "Yeah!" Cater placed a hand on his chest. "'Tricked' is such an ugly word. Do you think I wanted to spend MY morning painting roses?" he pouted.

Returning to his usual beaming smile, he added, "Also, it's dorm policy! I was just following orders." "Grinning like a fiend all the while," Deuce muttered, shaking his head. The older ginger-haired male waved his hand cheerfully. "Now, now, Deucey. Outside of the dorm, I don't care what rules you follow. Here, I'm just a friendly mentor figure!"

"Please do NOT call me Deucey," the blue-haired boy stated in a surprised tone, his eyes widened. "Ah ha ha. That's how Cater shows he cares," another student chimed in, placing his hand on Deuce's shoulder. The blue-haired male flinched.

"And who are you?" Deuce asked, eyes widened. The male with green hair adjusted his glasses. "Ah, I should introduce myself. The name's Trey." He gestured to sit beside Ace, who shuffled over. "Trey Clover. I'm a junior at Heartslabyul, like Cater here." He then turned to the h/cnette sitting across from him. [Name] stared at Trey. He had short, ivy green hair and black-framed glasses. A club symbol was painted on his left cheek.

"That mark..." [Name] muttered. Ace had explained to her during a break that Heartslabyul students were required to draw one of the card suits on their faces, assigned by the housewarden after orientation. [Name] couldn't help but think of Lizzie for a moment the girl and her red heart around her eye making her wince and grip the side of her temple briefly before relaxing.

Trey smiled at [Name]. "And you must be [Name]? The new prefect from that dump of a- ah, I mean, the 'rustic' dorm." He laughed awkwardly. [Name] raised a brow at him, unimpressed.

"I heard the whole story from Cater. Thanks for looking out for our boys yesterday," he said, bowing his head slightly and placing his tray on the freshmen's table. "I don't recall inviting you to sit with us..." Ace grumbled, lips pursed.

"Hey now, we're all from the same dorm, right? Let's try to get along. Here, gimme your digits." Cater smiled nonchalantly, pulling out a phone with a flashy case. "Yeah sure, if I had a mirror phone," [Name] shrugged, leaning on her hand. "For real? I've read about luddites like you, but I never imagined I'd meet one in the wild!" Cater exclaimed before blinking. "Wait mirror phone?"

"Yeah, mirror phones are just like that," she pointed at Cater's phone. "It keeps all the media of all Ever After-" She stopped mid-sentence, receiving weird looks from the group. Coughing into her fist, she looked away awkwardly. "Doesn't matter. I know a place that sells the latest models cheap. How about you and I go on a phone-shopping date?" Cater asked casually.

[Name] simply blinked at him, confused. Deuce and Ace were also blinking in confusion as Trey sighed "Cater. You're freaking out the freshmen. Maybe take it down a notch?" Trey said softly, lightly scolding his dorm mate.

Cater grinned sheepishly. "Ha! Sorry! I can get a little extra sometimes. What were we talking about... The dorms, yeah?" [Name] blinked as Deuce awkwardly shuffled closer to her. "Ah, what fun to mentor new students! Go ahead, A-M-A," Cater said enthusiastically.

"What's A-M-A?" Grim whispered "I think it's 'ask me anything' or something like that," [Name] whispered back"Before you get into the other dorms, I wouldn't mind learning a bit more about ours," Ace said, leaning his arms on the table.

"Gotta agree with that. Plus, the dream I had and seeing Heartslabyul definitely gave me a sense of déjà vu," [Name] added softly Cater smiled. "You have to speak a lil' louder, cutie, I barely caught that." "It's nothing... I think an introduction of the dorms would be quite useful... Thanks," she said more clearly.

Trey smiled, answering Ace and [Name]'s earlier question. "I'm sure you're familiar with the legendary Queen of Hearts already? She had to rule over a kingdom of weirdos and did it by emphasizing order and making strict rules." Cater continued, "Our dorm, Heartslabyul, is an homage to her. By tradition, we wear armbands with the red and black of the Queen's dress and live by the rules she created."

Grim rolled his eyes after eating his food. "Pfft. Can you make me any more bored?" The older redhead continued, "The degree to which we adhere to the rules depends on the sitting housewarden. Past wardens have been much more lax." Trey sighed. "Riddle though? He doesn't mess around. We're honoring that tradition to the utmost extent possible."

[Name] took the apple from her trey looking at it, lolling her head to the side showing her focus on the conversation. Ace frowned, stabbing his fork into his food with clear irritation, shoulders slumped dramatically as if the weight of dorm politics alone could crush him. "Bleah. Just my luck..."

Across the table, Grim reached over with all the grace of a mischievous toddler and swiped one of [Name]'s side dishes without shame. "So what are the other dorms like, then?" he asked with a full mouth, tail flicking contentedly behind him.

Trey leaned back in his seat, his expression calm and measured as he folded his hands on the table. "As Cater said, each dorm represents one of the Great Seven. Heartslabyul for the Queen of Hearts. Savanaclaw for the King of Beasts. Octavinelle for the Sea Witch. Scarabia for the Sorcerer of the Sands. Pomefiore for the Fairest Queen. Ignihyde for the King of the Underworld. And lastly, Diasomnia for the Thorn Fairy."

The weight of those names hung in the air like an incantation, mysterious and dramatic. [Name] blinked slowly, the titles reverberating in her thoughts as she glanced toward Ace and Deuce, who both wore expressions caught somewhere between curiosity and sheer confusion. Her fingers lightly traced the rim of her cup, absorbing the information like ink on parchment.

Grim snorted, stuffing more food into his mouth as crumbs sprinkled onto the table. "All those names are way too long!" Cater chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. "You'll learn 'em soon enough. Trust me, you kinda have to."

Trey adjusted his glasses, the subtle glint of light against the lenses making him look wiser than his age. "During orientation, the Dark Mirror assigns each student to a dorm based on the essence of their soul. So each dorm ends up with its own sort of... flavor."

Deuce raised a brow, voice doubtful. "'Flavor,' huh...?" with a subtle nod, Trey pointed toward a tall, brawny student lounging at a table further down, a wild mane of hair and wolf-like ears unmistakable. "That guy? Totally Savanaclaw."

[Name] followed the direction of his finger, tilting her head slightly. The boy was intense, the way he leaned back in his chair like a lion surveying territory. "He's... he's allowed to do that?" she asked, genuinely intrigued.

Trey gave a soft chuckle and nodded. "Yeah. That dorm's full of scrappy guys. The types who live for physical training, fights, and hierarchy. It's like a jungle in there." "Macho dudes. Gruff big brothers. The kind that probably bark instead of speak," Cater added, gesturing animatedly. "The black and gold armband is another dead giveaway." [Name] smirked faintly, her expression almost nostalgic. She leaned back slightly, murmuring, "Cerise would like that dorm..." Her voice was quiet, almost to herself, but the wistfulness lingered.

Grim, always hungry for knowledge and food alike, pointed to another student wrapped in elegant gray and purple cords. "Huh. What about that guy over there?" Trey nodded in approval. "Octavinelle House. They focus on contracts, hospitality, and cunning. The one sitting in front of him, red and gold armband? That's Scarabia."

Cater leaned in with a mischievous glint. "Both are top-tier for academics. Always in a neck-and-neck competition on test scores and magical theory. Though the current Scarabia housewarden... Let's just say he's a little more party than study, if you get me." Ace groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "And here Cater goes again, off on some tangent."

Trey laughed easily. "You catch on fast. Back to the main point. See that flashy guy with the red and purple armband? That's Pomefiore." Grim's eyes sparkled. "Whoa! The girl with the potion books I really like her!" Deuce blinked, tilting his head. "What's she doing in a boys' school?"

[Name] didn't have to look; she already felt his gaze but she did anyway. Sitting upright, poised, was a boy with shoulder-length lavender hair and ethereal beauty. His large blue eyes peeked over the top of a heavy book, staring directly at her.

She slowly raised her apple, took a deliberate bite, and met his eyes with quiet confidence. He squeaked actually squeaked and ducked behind his book again, his face blossoming into a deep red. "That's not a girl," [Name] said plainly, chewing on the apple in her hand "That's a guy."

Ace burst out laughing. "You two are such morons. There aren't any girls in this school..." He gave a quick side-glance to [Name], "Well, except for [Name]." Cater leaned in with a grin "If you're craving some girl talk, there's a portrait in the west hall. Rosaria. A real classical beauty. Want me to introduce you?" Ace recoiled in horror. "A painting? Hard pass!" Cater snickered. "Pomefiore takes vanity real serious. You could've fit in there, [Name]. You've got that whole mysterious beauty vibe."

She chuckled, modestly brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Really?" Deuce and Ace exchanged an unreadable glance. Cater continued, starry-eyed. "Their housewarden has five million followers on Magicam!" Trey, ever the voice of reason, nodded. "They also excel at potion-making and curses. Some of the best in the school."

The soft tips of [Name]'s hair sparked with faint purple light. She inhaled deeply and gently pushed the glow away "Next is Ignihyde," Cater went on, his tone shifting. "Blue and black armbands. Real reclusive types.

Even I haven't made a single friend from there." Grim frowned. "So, what... they're gloomy and miserable?" [Name] shrugged thoughtfully. "I wouldn't say miserable... just introverted. Reminds me of someone." She smirked faintly.

Trey smiled. "Exactly. Most are magical engineers. Brilliant with tech, especially the housewarden." Deuce straightened up. "And that just leaves... Diahonyalara, was it?" Ace groaned, burying his face in his hands. "You were doing so well! It's Diasomnia, dude!"

"I knew that! I just misspoke!" Deuce grumbled. [Name] reached over and gave his shoulder a comforting pat. Cater's expression grew a bit more serious. "Diasomnia. Neon green and black armbands. They're like living legends around here. Look over there see the one with spiky green hair? Looks like a crocodile in human form."

[Name] squinted. "They look like neon lightsabers... Is that a kid in that group?" Trey snickered, lowering his voice. "That's no kid. That's a junior like Cater and I. His names-" A sudden gust of air signaled something unnatural. In a blink, someone appeared upside-down between [Name] and Deuce.

"Lilia Vanrouge," he greeted with eerie calm. "Well, hello there." Grim yowled, jumping back. "HE TELEPORTED!" [Name] flinched instinctively, her violet eyes briefly lighting with power. The response was so fast it almost surprised her. Lilia's own gaze sharpened ever so slightly in recognition.

"You need not gawk at us from afar. We are schoolmates, are we not?" From their distant table, two other students from Diasomnia glanced over staring the group down. Lilia's grin widened just slightly. "Forgive me for appearing above you during your meal. I do hope we can speak again," he said, vanishing just as suddenly as he'd arrived.

Ace stared at the empty space where Lilia had been. "Their table has got to be over twenty yards away from ours. And they overheard our conversation? That's WAY creepy!" Trey leaned in, voice hushed. "Well... Diasomnia House does have a bit of a reputation for having lots of special students. Some of them are extremely talented at magic. Their housewarden, Malleus Draconia, is considered to be one of the five best mages in the world."

Cater visibly shivered. "Malleus is reeeeeal bad news. Though I suppose the same could be said of our own dear housewarden." Ace rolled his eyes. "No kidding! He collared me for eating ONE slice of tart! All his rule obsession is outta control!"

A sharp voice cut through the conversation like a dagger. "My 'rule obsession' is 'outta control', is it?" The entire table fell silent, everyone turning toward the source of the voice except for Ace, who remained blissfully unaware.

[Name] blinked and turned to see a boy with neatly cut rose-red hair and a perfectly heart-shaped ahoge. Internally, she sighed. Seriously, how many redheads were there in this school? "You bet it is. Riddle's just a petty tyrant who leans into the whole 'rules' schtick as a pretext to keep everyone under his puny thumb. The whole prejudice thing is insane!"

[Name] bit her cheek, trying not to laugh. Her eyes locked with the newly arrived student's icy glare. Riddle stood shorter than most of his peers, his bluish-gray eyes gleaming with irritation. His hair, reminiscent of the red gems embedded in magic pens, curved around his face, with two strands forming a sharp heart shape at the top of his head.

The second he opened his mouth, [Name] felt a nervous grin tug at her lips "Just how insane would you say I am?" Riddle asked, arms crossed.

Ace froze. "Bwah?! Housewarden!" It was obvious Riddle wasn't amused. His arms stayed tightly folded, and the stern set of his jaw said everything. [Name] could only watch, torn between amusement and pity, as Ace shrank beneath the weight of his own words.

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Ever after high: Fairytales have existed for thousands of years, inspiring imaginations around the world. Certain stories were so spellbinding, they were passed down to new generations. But there was nowhere to teach the teenage sons and daughters of famous fairytales to follow in their parents' fabled footsteps. That is until 1812, when the Grimm brothers opened the doors to Ever After High – a high school where the next generation of fairytales learned to live their legacy. Class schedules specific for each fairytale were handed out – from Princessology for royal legacies to General Villainy for villain legacies. Headmaster Milton Grimm, who currently runs Ever After High, believes the future of fairytales relies on all students fully embracing their prewritten destiny today to become a legend of tomorrow.

Professor Crewel: A professor at Night Raven College who teaches the school's science curriculum, including potionology. He feels strongly about fashion and refuses to compromise on what he wears. He always carries around his signature pointer.

Mozus Trein: A professor at Night Raven College who teaches the school's social studies curriculum, including the history of magic. He is a widely feared professor who is strict with students both in and out of class.

Coach Vargas: A professor at Night Raven College who teaches the school's athletic curriculum, including PE and flight classes. Hot-blooded and vain, he pushes students to build their bodies because he believes muscles are a necessity for spellcasting.

Ace Trappola: A quick learner with an upbeat personality and a mischievous streak. Since he and are both freshmen in the same class, they regard one another with amicable antagonism.

Deuce Spade: An earnest young man who enrolled at Night Raven College with the singular aim of becoming a respectable mage.

Grim: A monster who aspires to be a great mage. He will eat anything and everything, and his tendency to get carried away often gets him and the main character into trouble.

Cater Diamond: Casual and carefree, this expert room-reader is often called on to mediate between others. He's always on top of the latest trends, and has an exhaustive familiarity with social media in all its forms.

Trey Clover: Vice Housewarden of Heartslabyul. Mild-mannered, he acts as a parental figure for the dorm's students, and is frequently left to smooth things over when Riddle's strictness gets out of hand.

Phrases/Sayings/Refrences/Quotes Ever after High dictionary/Rooms/ etc. from the show/or game!!Mirror Phone: MirrorPhone is a magical, common mobile phone used throughout the fairytale world. It's essentially the Ever After High version of a smartphone, allowing students to communicate, access information, and even have unique icons that reflect their fairytale destinies.

Oh my godmother: Used for another saying of oh my god

Spelltacular: Spelltacular is a slang term used to mean spectacular. It's a play on the word "spectacular" with the word "spell"

Gingerbreadman: Coach Gingerbreadman is the gingerbread man from the story . He teaches Grimmnastics at Ever after high. "The Gingerbread Man" is a fairy tale about a gingerbread man's misadventures while fleeing from various people that culminates in the titular character being eaten by a fox.

Lizzie Hearts: Elizabeth "Lizzie" Hearts is known as the next Queen of Hearts and she is a student at Ever After High.In the destiny conflict, she is on the Royal side because of years of family dedication, practice, and belief of destiny in general. Per their escape to Ever After, all the escaped Wonderlandians transferred from Wonderland High to Ever After High.

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"Wait...you've been kissing the same spot!"

"You know very well why I am doing this dear"

It just started with a small information which you learned from some of your friends. They were bragging about how the moles and birthmarks in your body represent the places your past lover kissed you.

A harmless one right? you told it to your boyfriend and let's say he was feeling quite a mix of emotions then.

"I would like to see the places where you have those, you don't mind it, do you, my dear ?" Although his tone was gentle, his eyes were speaking a different tale. The emphasis on the word 'my dear' sent chills down your spine.

Not even a minute had passed from you showing him the moles and marks around your body, that he tackles them with ferverent yet soft kisses. As if he was trying to replace your past lovers trace with only his ...

"It is good to see that you had a past lover who clearly loved you a lot..." he looked at you through half lidded eyes

with a particularly rough kiss on the birthmark on your chest , he whispered

"But I'd rather you don't mention them again"

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[solxamber]

You Try to Sleep on the Couch after an Argument with: Housewardens

Other Parts: Vice-Housewardens; First Years ; Cater, Floyd, Silver, Rollo

Riddle Rosehearts

The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of wood and the rustle of fabric as you flopped onto the couch with all the grace of a cat forcibly denied its favorite sunny spot.

The argument still hung in the air, an unspoken tension that neither you nor Riddle were willing to breach—at least not yet. He wasn’t wrong, not entirely, but he wasn’t right either. The impasse was as thick as the silence between you.

Determined to make a statement, you yanked the blanket off the couch arm and cocooned yourself in it, defiantly turning your back to the door. No way were you crawling back to bed tonight. Your pride wouldn’t let you. Let him stew in his perfectly fluffed, oversized bed.

Meanwhile, in his room, Riddle’s impeccable composure was fraying at the edges. He lay stiff as a board under his duvet, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers to all his mistakes. His pillows seemed unusually hard, the blankets too suffocating, and no matter how he adjusted, something felt... wrong.

It didn’t take him long to figure out the culprit: you weren’t there.

He groaned softly into the darkness. Guilt clawed at his insides, sharp and relentless, each tick of the clock making it harder to bear. He’d handled things poorly—he could admit that, now that the heat of the argument had ebbed. And worse, he couldn’t bear the thought of you being upset, out there on the couch, all because of his stubbornness.

With a heavy sigh and an even heavier heart, he threw off his blanket and shuffled into the living room. His breath caught when he saw you.

There you were, fast asleep, your cheek smushed against the arm of the couch, one arm dangling off the side. The sight was far too adorable for the emotional train wreck he’d become. His guilt doubled.

Riddle knelt by the couch quietly, determined not to wake you. But as he crouched there, the exhaustion hit him—of the argument, the guilt, the restless tossing and turning. Maybe just sitting here would suffice. He wouldn’t disturb you.

A few minutes turned into an hour. Before he knew it, he’d slumped sideways against the couch, head lolling onto his arms, fast asleep in what had to be the most uncomfortable position imaginable.

When you stirred awake, the morning light was peeking through the curtains. Groggily, you rubbed your eyes, the previous night’s anger feeling like a distant shadow. That was when you noticed him—his normally pristine figure curled up on the floor, head resting uncomfortably close to your dangling hand.

Your chest ached at the sight. The idiot. The sweet, guilty idiot.

You reached out, brushing your fingers lightly against his hair. “Riddle,” you whispered. “Hey… wake up.”

He stirred, blinking up at you with sleep-clouded eyes, disoriented but instantly softening when he saw your face. Without a word, he shifted closer, arms wrapping around your middle as he buried his face against your stomach.

“Don’t go,” he mumbles, voice thick and quiet.

You freeze but quickly recover, leaning into his embrace. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, voice muffled by your blanket. “I didn’t mean for it to get so out of hand.”

Your throat tightened, and you found yourself carding your fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry too,” you whispered. “Let’s not fight like that again.”

For a moment, the two of you just stayed like that, wrapped up in quiet forgiveness. When he finally looked up at you, there was a hesitant, hopeful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Will you come back to bed now?” he asked softly.

“Only if you promise to use it too. No more couch-floor accommodations,” you teased, pinching his cheek lightly.

“Deal,” he murmured, and together, you made your way back—closer than before, warmth filling the space where anger once was.

Leona Kingscholar

The argument had been sharp, biting, and the kind of fight where you both refused to back down. Storming out of the bedroom felt dramatic enough to match the vibe, so you grabbed a blanket, stomped to the living room, and threw yourself onto the couch with the weight of your indignation. “Fine,” you muttered into the cushions. “Let him have the stupid bed. I don’t care.”

And at the time, you didn't. You were replaying his snarky remarks and cursing his stubborn attitude. But the couch was lumpy, the blanket too short, and sleep came grudgingly after what felt like hours of stewing.

When you finally woke, disoriented and achy, something felt...off. For starters, you weren’t on the couch anymore. You were in the bed, wrapped snugly in the comforter that still carried Leona’s scent.

Blinking against the sunlight, you sat up, confusion clouding your thoughts. At the foot of the bed was the blanket you’d dragged out last night, now neatly folded like some taunting symbol of Leona’s existence.

And Leona himself? Missing.

You slid out of bed and wandered to the living room, where the answer to your mystery lay sprawled across the couch. The sight of him, however, made your irritation waver.

Leona was far too large for the couch. His long legs hung over the edge at weird angles, and one arm was slung over his face to block the light filtering through the curtains. He looked wildly uncomfortable, but his usual arrogance softened in sleep, his face peaceful and unguarded.

It didn’t take a genius to piece it together. He must have carried you to bed sometime in the night, only to exile himself to the lumpy couch. The guy could be maddeningly stubborn, but this... this unexpected gesture had you torn between wanting to yell at him or simply kissing him awake.

Ultimately, you decided to settle for the middle ground.

Crouching next to the couch, you reached out and brushed the stray strands of hair from his face. Before you could withdraw, one eye cracked open, and a lazy grin spread across his lips.

“Caught ya,” he drawled, voice rough from sleep.

You raised an eyebrow. “You moved me to the bed, didn’t you?”

He huffed, clearly uninterested in owning up to the sentimentality of it. “Couldn’t leave you out there whining in your sleep.”

“I wasn’t whining!” you protested, even though your cheeks were burning.

“Sure you weren’t,” he replied smoothly, grabbing your wrist before you could retreat. With a sharp tug, he pulled you down, practically pinning you against him. “Don’t see the big deal. You’re mine, aren’t ya? ‘Course I’m gonna take care of you.”

The casual way he said it didn’t make it any less sincere.

You sighed, melting into his warmth despite yourself. “I hate how sweet you can be when I’m trying to stay mad at you.”

His smirk widened, and he tucked you closer, burying his face in your hair. “Didn’t mean to piss you off,” he murmured against your temple. “But you’re not leaving this couch till we make up. Deal?”

You rolled your eyes, but your voice softened. “Deal.”

As the tension melted away and his arms tightened around you, the couch didn’t seem quite so lumpy anymore. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad place to be.

Azul Ashengrotto

The argument had been tense, the kind where you both said things you probably shouldn’t have. Frustrated and too stubborn to stay in the same space as Azul, you grabbed a pillow and marched out to the couch. He’d barely tried to stop you, his pride seemingly keeping him rooted in the bedroom.

But pride was a fickle thing, and now you were left trying to fall asleep on the stiff cushions. Every creak of the floorboards made you feel a little guilty, knowing exactly who it was.

You didn’t even need to look; you could feel Azul’s presence lingering in the doorway, his usual composure clearly absent. The sound of shuffling footsteps returned to the bedroom, and you thought maybe he’d finally leave you alone—only to hear those same footsteps inch closer again a minute later.

"Azul, I know you're there," you muttered, cracking an eye open and turning toward the doorway. Sure enough, there he was, peeking out. His glasses caught the faint glow of the hallway light, and he immediately froze like he’d been caught stealing treasure.

“I-I wasn’t...” he started, before trailing off, clearly scrambling for an excuse.

You sighed and sat up, your frustration ebbing in the face of how uncharacteristically sheepish he looked. This was Azul Ashengrotto, the calculating businessman who could sell ice to Yetis—and yet he couldn’t even apologize without peering at you like a child who’d been scolded.

“If you’re just going to lurk there all night, we’re both going to lose sleep,” you said, finally beckoning him over with a wave.

Azul hesitated for a fraction of a second before his composure cracked, and he shuffled toward the couch. “I didn’t mean for things to escalate...” he started, sitting next to you, his head ducked low, voice soft.

You smirked despite yourself. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed, you know that?”

He bristled, his dignity rallying as he cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. “I am not—”

“You’re very cute,” you interrupted, and the smallest flicker of a pout crossed his lips.

Azul looked away, a hint of color dusting his pale cheeks. “You’re the worst.”

“And you still love me,” you countered, pulling him down beside you. “Truce?”

He glanced at you, the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips. “Truce.”

Apologies came in murmured exchanges after that, both of you acknowledging where you’d gone wrong. You knew you’d both let pride get in the way—typical for two people as headstrong as yourselves.

Eventually, Azul’s head rested on your shoulder, his warm weight grounding you. You leaned back against the couch, and despite its discomfort, it felt perfect with him there.

“You know,” you whispered, running a hand gently through his hair, “for a guy who’s made half of Twisted Wonderland sign contracts, you really can’t stand your ground for the life of you.”

Azul huffed, turning his face into your shoulder to hide. “Do you want me to apologize again?”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Nope. I think I’ll just enjoy this.”

And with that, the two of you finally let the tension of the argument melt away, falling asleep together on the couch in an imperfect, perfectly “you and Azul” sort of peace.

Kalim Al-Asim

The argument had been uncharacteristically heated—rare for someone as sunny and easygoing as Kalim—but even he had limits, and so did you. When your stubborn streak flared, it ended with you grabbing a blanket and storming off to the couch.

“No, Kalim, I’m fine. You sleep in the bed, I’ll sleep here,” you snapped, cutting off his attempts to follow you. His face fell, but for once, he didn’t argue, retreating to the bedroom with a defeated slump of his shoulders.

You burrowed into the couch cushions, determined to stay mad, but as sleep started to claim you, the anger dulled into annoyance. It didn’t matter. He started it, you thought stubbornly, clutching the blanket tighter.

A soft rustle of fabric woke you, tugging you from the edges of sleep. Blinking groggily, you turned your head to see Kalim crouched beside the couch, carefully tucking another blanket over you. He had his tongue poking out slightly in concentration, his touch so gentle that it was clear he didn’t want to wake you.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled, voice hoarse with sleep.

Kalim flinched, looking at you like a startled puppy caught raiding the kitchen. “Oh, I—uh—I just thought you might be cold, so I…”

He trailed off, clearly expecting you to brush him off again. Instead, you sighed, your irritation melting as you realized just how ridiculous he looked, trying to coddle you even while you were angry at him.

“Come here,” you said, sitting up and pulling the blanket back a bit.

“What? No, I don’t want to—”

“Kalim.”

His protest crumbled immediately, and he slid onto the couch beside you, tucking his legs up awkwardly. You wrapped the blanket over both of you, and after a moment of stunned hesitation, Kalim relaxed into the embrace, resting his head against your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice small and earnest. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You sighed, tilting your head to rest on his. “I’m sorry too. I overreacted.”

He perked up slightly at that, his usual cheer trying to peek through. “So… does this mean you won’t sleep out here alone again?”

“You’re lucky I’m even letting you under this blanket, Asim,” you teased, though your smile softened the words.

Kalim beamed, his arms wrapping snugly around your middle. “I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me forever!”

You rolled your eyes fondly, leaning back into the cushions. The couch wasn’t exactly built for two people, but the warmth of his presence made it easy to ignore. Slowly, you both drifted to sleep, Kalim murmuring sweet nothings even as his breaths evened out.

Maybe next time, you thought sleepily, you’d just let him win.

“You can have your perfectly fluffed pillows and skincare routine in peace,” you muttered, tucking yourself in with a spiteful sense of triumph.

Vil Schoenheit

The argument left both of you simmering in silence, which for Vil was a rarity. Instead of his usual icy composure, he seemed genuinely rattled. You, however, weren’t in the mood to care. Grabbing a blanket with theatrical flair, you stomped to the couch.

Once comfortably cocooned, you scrolled on your phone, trying to drown out the lingering annoyance. That’s when you heard it—sharp, purposeful footsteps marching toward you.

Before you could react, Vil appeared like a vengeful storm god, looking every bit as flawless as a deity would while furious. With a huff that could make kingdoms tremble, he reached for your arm and began dragging you back to the bedroom.

“Vil, what are you—let me go! I’m fine out here!” you protested, but his grip was firm, his annoyance palpable.

Once you were unceremoniously deposited by the bed, he turned to you, pointing at your neatly made side. “You are sleeping there,” he declared.

You folded your arms. “I’m sleeping on the couch. Deal with it.”

He tilted his head, his expression a dangerous blend of frustration and disbelief. “Absolutely not. You’ve ruined my entire evening, and now you expect me to suffer further by sleeping alone?”

“Ruined? Seriously?” you shot back.

“Yes! I require my beauty sleep, and I can’t possibly get it knowing you’re out there, sulking on a couch. It’s impossible to relax without you next to me—so you, are going to have to take responsibility!”

The sheer audacity of his statement left you blinking. It was so dramatic and entirely Vil that you couldn’t help it—you laughed. Not a little chuckle, but a full-bodied, slightly wheezing laugh that made you clutch your sides.

Vil crossed his arms, arching an offended brow. “I fail to see what’s funny.”

“You,” you said between giggles. “This whole ‘it’s your fault I can’t sleep because I love you’ nonsense. You’re ridiculous.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he sighed, and once your laughter subsided, he gestured to the bed again, this time more softly. “Please. Don’t make me sleep without you.”

You relented, sliding under the blankets. As you settled in, Vil switched off the lights, the room going still.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly after a moment. His tone was sincere, lacking the sharp edges from earlier.

You shifted closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him gently against you. “I’m sorry too.”

Vil let out a contented hum, nestling into your hold. With your body heat mingling and the earlier tension dissipating, it didn’t take long for both of you to fall asleep—together, as it should be.

Sleep came in patches, your mind replaying the fight in a loop. At some point, the dull ache in your bladder forced you to stumble toward the bathroom. On your way back, you froze, hearing quiet, panicked murmurs drifting from Idia’s room.

Idia Shroud

The argument had been rough—sharp words, bitter edges, the kind of fight that left your chest heavy. It didn’t matter how much Idia stammered his way through an apology or tried to explain his side; you weren’t ready to hear it yet. So, in an act of frustrated finality, you grabbed a blanket and retreated to the couch, refusing to spare him another glance.

“Ortho, what do I do? I think I really messed up this time,” his voice wavered, thick with worry. “They probably hate me now. Like, actual hate—no respawn, no restart. I mean, who else would put up with me? I’ve completely blown it.”

You sighed, anger ebbing as guilt trickled in. You hadn’t meant to push him that far, and his usual self-deprecating spiral sounded more frayed than usual.

Pushing the door open, you caught the tail end of Ortho’s voice. “Big Brother, you should—oh!” His robotic eyes darted to you, scanning the scene. A moment later, he gave a tiny thumbs-up and practically zoomed out of the room, leaving you and Idia alone.

Idia froze when he noticed you. His shoulders hunched as if he could shrink his already wiry frame. “I-I didn’t mean for you to hear that. Sorry for being pathetic. Again.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you stepped forward and opened your arms. “Come here, you dramatic dork.”

His eyes widened, hesitation etched into every inch of his posture. When you didn’t move or drop your arms, he finally shuffled over, nervously slipping into your embrace. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him securely, and his entire body seemed to deflate as tension drained out of him.

“I thought you weren’t coming back,” he admitted, voice muffled against your shoulder.

You huffed softly, rubbing his back. “Idia, I wasn’t leaving. Just... needed space to cool off. And honestly, hearing you lose your mind over it made it hard to stay mad.”

“Cool. Cool, cool, cool,” he mumbled, the words tumbling in an embarrassed rush. “Um, does this mean...?”

“It means I still love you,” you interrupted gently.

His grip on you tightened for a moment before he pulled back, pink dusting his cheeks and his hair glowing pink at the ends. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice so soft you almost missed it.

“I’m sorry too,” you replied, kissing his cheek and earning a startled squeak.

Together, you made your way back to bed. As you settled under the blankets, his fingers tangled hesitantly with yours. The argument seemed miles away now, replaced by the steady warmth of simply being with him.

“I’ll try to be better,” he murmured into the quiet.

“You’re already enough, Idia,” you replied, squeezing his hand.

And as you drifted off to sleep, you felt his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your knuckles, grounding both of you in the quiet comfort of reconciliation.

Malleus stood frozen for a moment, processing your declaration, and you could feel his pout even with your back turned. "You do not need to sleep on the couch," he finally said.

Malleus Draconia

The argument left both of you tense, and you were too mad to deal with Malleus' brooding silence. Grabbing a blanket, you stormed off toward the couch, refusing to even glance at him. "I'm sleeping on the couch," you announced. "Goodnight."

"I'm not changing my mind," you shot back, tossing the blanket onto the couch for emphasis.

There was a brief, sulking pause. Then, he went quiet—suspiciously quiet. You peeked over your shoulder just in time to catch him crossing his arms with a look of smug triumph spreading across his face.

“Malleus—”

Before you could finish the thought, a flash of green lightning struck the couch, reducing it to a pile of ash with alarming precision. You stood there, jaw dropping as the faint smell of charred upholstery wafted in the air.

"Well," Malleus said, ever so matter-of-factly, "it seems the couch is… out of commission. A most unfortunate turn of events."

You turned to him, dumbfounded. "Did you seriously just smite your own couch?"

He looked at you expectantly, his lips pressed into an overly calm smile. "The bed is still available," he offered, gesturing toward the bedroom as though that solved everything.

Your anger reignited—if that was even possible after witnessing such sheer audacity. Without a word, you dropped your blanket onto the floor, flopping down dramatically as if making it your personal mission to out-stubborn a dragon fae.

He stared at you in bewilderment, clearly expecting a different outcome. For a long moment, he didn’t move, as though trying to process your act of defiance. Then, with an audible sigh, he finally caved.

“Alright,” he said softly, crouching to your level. His eyes held a rare vulnerability. “I… overreacted. I apologize for upsetting you.”

You bit back a smirk, pretending to be unimpressed even as you felt your resolve softening. "I wasn’t thrilled about it, yeah."

Malleus tilted his head, something of a pout returning to his expression. “Will you come back to bed, then? The floor hardly befits someone so precious to me.”

“Only if you promise not to zap anything else," you teased, finally relenting as you reached out to take his offered hand.

He helped you up gently, his grip firm but careful, as though he feared breaking you. “I cannot promise to never act rashly in defense of my love,” he murmured, leading you back to the room.

Settling into the bed together, you couldn’t resist poking at him one last time. “You really destroyed your own couch just to keep me near you, huh? You know they make couple’s therapy for this, right?”

He chuckled softly, pulling you close. “I would smite an entire castle if it meant you stayed by my side.”

“Noted,” you said, rolling your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the warmth in your chest. As you both drifted off, tangled in the sheets, you couldn’t help but think how absurdly lucky you were to be loved by someone so dramatic—and so utterly devoted.

Masterlist

[strawberry-bubblef]

Twst those you got overblot what should the reaction be if they hurt y/n pretty badly

Like example ( malleus but then to sleep for a very long time not wanted them to leave or like that Leon accidentally made so they lost an arm in his overblot?)

Ob student unintentionally hurting their s/o

Part 2 :OB students having nightmares of themselves after hurting their s/o

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle had always believed in control. He lived by rules, by discipline, by order. But during his overblot, there had been nothing but rage,wild, unrestrained, and merciless.

And you had been caught in it.

The moment he woke up, his breath was uneven, his chest tight. The weight of his own magic’s backlash was suffocating, but none of it compared to the way his heart stopped when he turned his head.

And saw you.

Your body lay still, surrounded by students tending to you, but his eyes could only focus on one thing.

Your arm.

Or rather, the empty space where your arm should have been.

His stomach twisted violently, nausea clawing up his throat.

No.

No, no, no.

This couldn’t be real. This had to be some kind of nightmare, a cruel illusion brought on by his exhaustion.

But the blood staining the ground was real. The pain in your eyes was real. And the devastating loss was very, very real.

Something inside Riddle shattered.

Tears welled up instantly, spilling down his face before he could even think to stop them. His breaths came in short, broken gasps as he scrambled forward on shaky limbs, his hands reaching out before stopping abruptly.

He had no right to touch you.

His magic,his own hands,had done this to you.

"Y/N—" His voice cracked, his throat tightening as the words became stuck. "I—I didn’t—"

Your eyes fluttered open at his voice, and even in agony, you managed to give him a tired smile. "Riddle…"

But that only made it worse.

You should be furious. You should hate him. You should scream at him, tell him to stay away, curse him for what he had taken from you.

Instead, you still looked at him like he was the same Riddle you had always known.

The same Riddle who had just ruined your future in a fit of unhinged wrath.

A raw, gut-wrenching sob tore from his throat as he collapsed beside you, his body trembling violently. His tears fell freely now, staining his uniform as he gripped his head, gasping between hiccupped cries.

"I’m sorry,I’m so sorry," he choked out. "I—how could I—? You—your arm—I—!"

The words wouldn't form. Nothing could possibly express the horror, the unbearable weight of what he had done.

"I didn’t mean to—I never wanted—!" He sobbed like a child, gasping for air, voice breaking over and over. "Please—please forgive me—!"

He was spiraling. He knew he was spiraling, but there was no stopping it. His magic had never failed him before, but now, it had cost you something irreplaceable.

And all he could do was weep.

Even after you were taken away for treatment, Riddle remained on the ground, curled in on himself as the tears continued to fall, his body wracked with uncontrollable grief.

For days, he could barely function. He would bring you everything you needed, yet he never had the courage to truly face you. He couldn’t look at the place where your arm had once been without feeling like the air was being sucked out of his lungs.

Even as you reassured him, even as you smiled and told him that you would find a way to move forward, Riddle couldn’t forgive himself.

And he never would.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona had never been one to sugarcoat things. Life was unfair, people were weak, and the strong took what they wanted. That was how the world worked.

But nothing had prepared him for this.

He could still remember the sheer force of his magic, the way the sandstorm had swallowed everything, the deafening roar of destruction.

And you

You had been caught in it.

He hadn’t seen it happen. He didn’t remember the exact moment when his magic had reached you. But the scent of blood in the air was unmistakable.

And the moment he opened his eyes, his world stopped.

You were on the ground, injured, battered and missing an arm.

Your dominant arm, the one you always used to pull him along when he was too lazy to move, the one that had rested so casually on his shoulder as you teased him, the one that had traced gentle patterns into his skin during quiet moments together.

Gone.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears, drowning out everything else.

His fingers dug into his palms, his teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached. His body trembled not from exhaustion, not from magic drain, but from the sheer force of the emotions crashing down on him like a tidal wave.

This couldn’t be real.

There was no way.

But the scent of blood told him otherwise.

And then, you opened your eyes.

“…Leona?”

Your voice was weak, but still there, still reaching for him like you always did.

His breath hitched. His hands clenched tighter, his nails drawing blood from his own skin.

You should be yelling at him. You should be cursing him, demanding to know why he let this happen, why he wasn’t strong enough to protect you from himself.

But instead, you were looking at him with tired eyes, like you were more worried about him than yourself.

That broke something inside him.

His knees hit the ground beside you, his tail low, ears flattened. His hands hovered over you, but he didn’t dare touch. He didn’t deserve to.

“…Dammit,” he muttered, voice hoarse. He exhaled sharply through his nose, trying,failing to keep his emotions in check.

He had never cared about rules or expectations. But this? This was something that should never have happened.

He had hurt you.

He had taken something from you.

And there was no way to fix it.

“Stupid…” His voice wavered. His throat felt tight, dry. He squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling shakily. “Why’d you get in the way, huh? What were you thinkin’?”

You let out a tired chuckle. “Didn’t really… have time to think.”

His ears twitched at your response, but there was no amusement in his expression. His hands curled into fists. His chest ached in a way he couldn’t describe.

He had always been a realist. The world was cruel, life was unfair.

But for the first time, he wanted to deny reality.

To pretend that none of this had happened.

To believe that when he woke up tomorrow, you’d still have both arms, that this was all just some horrible nightmare.

But it wasn’t.

And he knew that no matter what he did from this point forward, he would never,never,be able to undo this mistake.

Even after you were taken for treatment, he didn’t leave your side. He didn’t sleep, barely ate. He just sat there, staring at your unconscious form, ears low, tail still, expression unreadable.He did even participated to to the spelldrive tournament.

But deep down, he knew.

No matter how much time passed, no matter how much you forgave him.

Leona Kingscholar would never forgive himself.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had spent years perfecting his image,charming, intelligent, always in control. No one could touch him, no one could hurt him, and most importantly, no one could ever see him as weak again.

But now?

Now, he was staring at you, his beloved, as you lay unconscious in the infirmary.

And he had never felt weaker in his entire life.

His hands trembled, gripping his arms so tightly his nails nearly broke skin. His breath came in uneven gasps, his chest rising and falling far too quickly, like he was on the verge of drowning all over again.

Because you were hurt.

Because of him.

He had lost control during his overblot. The memories of it were a blur of suffocating ink, the crushing weight of his own insecurities manifesting in monstrous form. He had wanted power,more power, enough to make sure no one could ever trample him underfoot again.

And in that desperate grasp for control, he had lost the most precious thing in his life.

Your leg was gone.

You had saved him. He didn’t know how,didn’t know when you had gotten close enough to reach him, to try and pull him back from the brink.

But his ink had swallowed you whole.

And when the storm cleared, when his world came crashing back into sharp, unbearable clarity, he had seen you unconscious and bleeding.

Less than whole.

A choked, bitter laugh bubbled up in his throat, but it never made it past his lips.

This was what he had always feared, wasn’t it? Losing control, being seen as the monster he truly was.

And now you knew.

Now, there was no illusion left to protect him.

He reached for you hesitantly, his fingers barely brushing against your arm before he pulled back. He had no right to touch you.

“…You should hate me.” His voice cracked, barely a whisper.

He expected you to wake up and recoil from him. To push him away, to yell, to curse him for what he had taken from you.

And you would be right to do so.

But when your eyelids fluttered open, the first thing you did

Was smile at him.

“…Hey, Azul.” Your voice was hoarse, weak. “You look terrible.”

His breath hitched.

You should be screaming at him, demanding to know why, demanding answers he couldn’t give.

Instead, you were worried about him.

His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palm as his head bowed.

“…You’re a fool.” His voice wavered. “An absolute fool. Why did you—”

You lifted a trembling hand and placed it over his.

Azul flinched, his entire body tensing. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve your warmth, your touch, your kindness.

But you still gave it to him anyway.

“Because you needed someone,” you murmured, your fingers weak against his. “And I… I needed you too.”

He bit his lip hard, swallowing down the overwhelming emotions threatening to spill over.

He wanted to say he was sorry, but words would never be enough.

He wanted to promise he’d fix this, but no matter how powerful he was, no contract in the world could return what was lost.

So instead, all he could do was hold your hand, press his forehead against it, and try not to let the tears slip past his lashes.

And when you squeezed his fingers ever so gently, offering him comfort when it should be the other way around.

He broke.

Jamil Viper

Jamil had spent his entire life perfecting the art of control.

Control over his emotions. Control over his actions. Control over every single aspect of himself so that no one,not Kalim, not his family, not the world could ever dictate his fate.

But now?

Now, he was staring at the consequence of his failure.

And it was unbearable.

You lay on the infirmary bed, unconscious, your breathing shallow. Bandages wrapped tightly around your leg, but no amount of magic could change the fact that below the knee—

There was nothing left.

His grip tightened around the chair he sat on, fingers trembling.

How had it come to this?

He knew exactly how.

The moment he had lost himself to his overblot, the moment years of frustration and anger had finally erupted into something monstrous,he had wanted power. No, he had craved it, needed it more than anything.

And in his desperate grasp for freedom, he had taken yours away.

He could still remember it. The image was burned into his mind like a cursed brand.

He hadn’t even realized what had happened until the rage left his body, until the darkness cleared, and he saw you lying there.

He thought he had known pain.

But nothing, nothing in his life had ever hurt like this.

Jamil clenched his jaw, forcing his hands to remain still as he sat beside you, watching your every breath, as if afraid you would disappear entirely if he looked away.

What could he even say to you when you woke up?

“Sorry” wasn’t enough.

Nothing would ever be enough.

A deep, suffocating silence filled the air, broken only by the faint rustling of the sheets as you stirred.

His breath caught.

Your eyelashes fluttered, your face scrunching slightly before your eyes slowly opened.

The moment your gaze met his, something in him nearly shattered.

“…Jamil?” Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

He swallowed hard.

He should leave.

He should stand up and walk out of this room before you had the chance to say anything,before he saw the realization dawn in your eyes, before you understood exactly what he had done to you.

But he couldn’t move.

“…You should hate me.” The words felt heavy, choked, forced through gritted teeth.

You blinked at him, still groggy from exhaustion.

Then, your gaze shifted downward, toward your foot.Well towards your bandaged ankle, since you technically no longer had a left foot.

Jamil felt himself go rigid, every muscle in his body locking up as he watched the understanding dawn in your expression.

Your lips parted, your breathing uneven.

And then, you laughed.

It was small, weak, almost bitter, but it wasn’t the reaction he had expected.

“…You always did run me ragged,” you murmured, voice tinged with dry amusement.

Jamil stiffened. “Don’t joke about this.”

You turned your head to look at him fully, your expression soft despite the exhaustion weighing down your body. “Are you going to keep blaming yourself forever?”

His fists clenched in his lap.

“Yes.”

You sighed. “Then I guess I’ll just have to wait until you forgive yourself.”

His breath hitched.

How could you say that? How could you be so calm, so accepting, after what he had done?

He dropped his head into his hands, his body shaking.

“I don’t deserve that,” he muttered.

He felt a weak, warm touch brush against his wrist.

“…Then earn it,” you whispered.

Jamil inhaled sharply, eyes stinging, throat burning.

Earn it.

Even after everything, you still believed in him.

His fingers curled around your hand, gripping it tightly.

He didn’t deserve you.

But he would spend every day proving that he did.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil had always prided himself on his control. His grace. His ability to shape perfection with his own hands.

And yet

This was something he could never fix.

He sat frozen beside your hospital bed, the soft glow of the infirmary lights casting eerie shadows across your bandaged face.

The damage had been irreversible.

The overblot had been blinding,literally. In his descent into madness, in his obsession with beauty, in his desperate need to correct every single flaw,his magic had surged. The explosion had shattered mirrors, the shards cutting through everything in their path.

Including you.

When he had finally awakened from the nightmare, the first thing he saw was you, lying motionless on the debris of the stage of the SDC surrounded by some NRC students.Bblood streaking down your face.

And when you opened your eyes, they were..

Gone.

A horrible, cruel irony.

He, who had always been so fixated on appearances, had taken something irreplaceable from the person he loved most.

His hands trembled where they rested on his lap, clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms.

Vil Schoenheit did not cry.

He did not break.

But now, with you lying there,his hands tainted with something that could never be undone.

He felt as if he had shattered completely.

The sound of shifting sheets made him tense.

Slowly, hesitantly, your good eye fluttered open.

Vil held his breath.

“…Vil?”

It was soft, weak, but unmistakably you.

He exhaled shakily, willing himself to keep his composure.

“You’re awake.”

Your brows furrowed slightly, and for a brief moment, he could see the confusion in your face as you adjusted to the dim light.

Then, your expression changed.

Your fingers ghosted over the bandages on your face.

A pause.

“…I can’t see,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Vil’s chest tightened, the weight of his guilt pressing down so heavily he could barely breathe.

“I know.”

Silence.

You didn’t say anything, didn’t cry, didn’t scream like he had expected. Instead, you simply let out a breath,a tired, resigned thing and turned your head slightly toward him.

“Are you okay?”

His lips parted, eyes widening in stunned disbelief.

“…Am I—” His voice caught in his throat, emotions threatening to spill over. “You’re the one lying in a hospital bed, unable to see, and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”

You gave a small, weary smile. “Yeah.”

Something in him cracked.

For the first time in years, Vil let himself break.

His hands reached for yours, gripping them tightly, as if trying to ground himself,to prove to himself that you were still here. That despite everything, you hadn’t disappeared from his life completely.

“…I am not okay.” His voice was hoarse, raw, filled with something too deep to name. “I will never be okay.”

Not after this.

Not after knowing that he was the one who did this to you.

You squeezed his hand, and his breath hitched.

“…Then we’ll work on it together,” you said softly.

Vil lowered his head, pressing his forehead against your fingers.

There were no words that could ever make this right.

But if you were willing to stay,if you were willing to give him even the smallest chance.

He would spend the rest of his life making sure you never regretted it.

Idia Shroud

Idia always thought of himself as a coward.

He avoided conflict. He hid behind screens and firewalls, behind the cold comfort of technology where nothing could touch him.

But in the end, he had still managed to hurt you.

No,he had ruined you.

The reality of it didn’t set in until he saw your hand.

Your dominant hand.

Four fingers,gone.

He stood in the medical ward of Styx, his stomach churning violently as he stared at the bandages wrapped tightly around what remained of your hand.

It was his fault.

His overblot had been a nightmare of control, desperation, and raw, unchecked power.And in the chaos,when you had reached out for him, trying to pull him back one of the .

One of his spells had unfortunately touched you

A single, merciless strike.

It had been fast. Too fast.

The worst part?

He hadn’t even realized it happened until after he woke up.

Until he saw the blood.

Idia wanted to run.

He wanted to log out of reality and bury himself in the deepest depths of cyberspace, where he wouldn’t have to face the fact that he,he had caused this.

But he didn’t.

Because this wasn’t a game.

He had no save points. No reset button. No way to undo what he had done.

So instead, he stood there, his hands shaking, his throat dry, and his heart threatening to beat out of his chest.

“…You don’t have to stay,” your voice was quiet, strained. It was the first thing you had said to him since you woke up. “If it’s too much.”

Idia flinched as if burned.

Too much?

Was this your way of letting him off the hook? Giving him an easy way out?

He felt sick.

How could you even think that he would leave you after this?

His feet moved before his mind could catch up, closing the distance between you in seconds. He dropped to his knees beside your bed, his blue hair shadowing his face as he reached out,hesitated then finally, gently, took your injured hand in his.

His fingers barely ghosted over the bandages, as if afraid he would hurt you even more.

“…I don’t want to go.” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “I can’t go.”

You stared at him, your expression unreadable.

For a long moment, there was silence.

Then, slowly, you turned your palm upward, allowing his trembling hands to hold yours completely.

“You’re shaking,” you murmured.

He let out a weak, breathy laugh, his throat tightening.

“Yeah,” he choked out. “I’m freaking terrified.”

Terrified that you’d hate him.

Terrified that you’d never forgive him.

Terrified that he had taken something from you that could never, ever be replaced.

“…It’s going to be okay, Idia.”

How could you say that?

How could you still be so calm? So steady?

Tears welled up in his yellow eyes, slipping down his pale cheeks as he gripped your hand tighter.

“I don’t deserve that,” he whispered brokenly.

You smiled faintly. “Too bad.”

Idia let out a soft, shaky laugh, his head lowering as he pressed his forehead to your hand.

No.

He didn’t deserve you.

But he would spend the rest of his life making sure you never regretted keeping him by your side.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus had never meant to hurt you.

His overblot had consumed him,his fear of being left alone, his desperation to keep you by his side. And in his moment of madness, his magic had surged beyond his control.

A sleeping curse.

A slumber so deep that no force in the world could break it, except time itself.

At first, he had raged against it, pouring through ancient texts, consulting the wisest fae and scholars. But the truth was cruel,this was his own magic, raw and instinctual, fueled by his deepest desires. There was no counterspell.

Only patience.

And so, Malleus waited.

Centuries passed.

But he never left you.

In a quiet, secluded castle untouched by time, he watched over you, speaking to you as if you would wake any moment. He never let dust settle upon your resting place, never let the warmth of his love fade.

And then, one day

Your fingers twitched.

It was so small, so fragile, but Malleus had been watching for so long that he noticed it immediately.

His breath hitched.

Then,your eyelashes fluttered.

And finally,

Your eyes opened.

The world was blurry, but the first thing you saw was him, hovering over you, golden eyes wide with something indescribable.

“…Malleus?” Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

His hands trembled as he reached out, almost afraid to touch you, as if you would disappear like a dream.

“Beloved…” His voice broke. “You are awake.”

You blinked, disoriented, trying to understand why his expression was so pained, why he looked as if he had been crying for years.

And then it came back to you

The storm. The darkness. The raw magic that had swept you away.

Realization dawned, and Malleus flinched at the way your lips parted in shock.

“…How long?” You asked, already knowing the answer wouldn’t be kind.

Malleus closed his eyes, exhaling a breath as if it carried centuries of grief.

“Too long,” he whispered. “But I am here. I have always been here.”

Your heart ached not just for yourself, but for him. For the time he had lost, for the weight he had carried.

Slowly, you reached out, placing your hand over his. He stiffened at the warmth,real and present, not a memory or a wish.

“…Then let’s not waste another moment,” you murmured.

Malleus let out a shaky laugh, something between relief and disbelief, before pulling you into his embrace.

For the first time in centuries, his world felt whole again.

And this time, he would never let you go.

English is not my first language !

[nekonaps0]

WHAT ABT UNEXPECTED KISS BUT THE OTHER WAY?? Again, with second year boys, who, after some time of having a crush on reader, finally can't take it anymore and go for a kiss? Maybe with more focus on what exactly the reader did, what was the factor that made them go "Yep, that's it. You're getting smooched. 🧍" Hehe. That would be pretty cool I think

[ Also maybe I could be a 🌀anon, if you name your anons that is? :3 ]

Sudden kiss

✦gn!reader

✦characters: second years

Riddle Rosehearts

You had a habit of bringing him treats from Heartslabyul’s kitchen, a small “thank you for tutoring you in history”. But today, you brought strawberries. Not just any strawberries, ones you'd carefully dipped in chocolate and packaged in a little box with a handwritten tag that said:

“For the best tutor in all of NRC! Don’t forget to treat yourself!”

He’d gone stiff reading it, his cheeks flushing an alarming shade of red. You didn't think much of it, you always gave people sweet things. You were just nice like that.

But Riddle… Riddle was suffering.

He wasn’t just fond of you. He liked you painfully, and had been suppressing it for months, convinced he couldn’t allow himself to act on it, not with the way his heart skipped every time you smiled at him.

But when you reached forward, gently brushed some chocolate off the corner of his mouth, and giggled… that was it.

“Honestly, Riddle. You’re always so neat. What happened?”

He grabbed your wrist, suddenly firm, and his voice trembled as he said

“Y/N. May I…kiss you?”

You didn’t have time to answer. His lips were already on yours, brief, nervous, but utterly sincere.

Afterward, he looked horrified with himself. “I-I’m sorry! I shouldn’t—“

But you kissed him again. “Don’t be sorry! Specially not when you making me this happy!” you smiled into the kiss.

Ruggie Bucchi

You were laughing, hard.

Ruggie had just tripped over a mop bucket in the hallway during a cleaning shift, water everywhere, and instead of judging him like anyone else might… you were doubled over, trying not to choke on your laughter.

“Ruggie—! Are you okay? Oh my Seven, that was amazing!”

He groaned, dripping and scowling as he pulled himself up.

“Geez, glad I could entertain ya…”

But when he glanced at you again, you were kneeling in front of him with a towel, gently dabbing at his soaked shirt and hair, still chuckling softly under your breath.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you fall on your face.”

And that… that did it.

It was the look on your face. Like you genuinely cared. Like you didn’t see him as some scrappy scavenger or petty thief, but someone worth doting on. Someone worth laughing with.

His chest tightened.

He looked at you. Smiling. Close. So warm. “Y’know,” he said, voice low and almost sheepish, “you shouldn’t say stuff like that if you don’t mean it.”

“What if I do?”

“Then I’m sorry in advance.”

And he leaned in.

Quick. A little messy. His hands still damp. But when his lips touched yours, all that nervous energy melted into the kiss.

You pulled back, wide eyed. “...That was long overdue,” you whispered.

He grinned, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah? Good. ‘Cause I’m not sorry after all.” He chuckled.

Azul Ashengrotto

You didn’t even mean to do it.

Azul had been working late at the Lounge, poring over paperwork at the bar with three untouched cups of coffee. He looked exhausted, the bags under his eyes darker than usual. You swung by to bring him a snack and check in on him, as you often did. But instead of just handing him the food and leaving…

You leaned in from behind, reached over his shoulders, and carefully placed a sandwich beside his hand.

“You’ve been working too hard again, Azul,” you murmured, your voice warm and low by his ear. “Take care of yourself, will you? I don’t want to worry.”

He froze. The pen in his hand stalled mid stroke. His breath caught in his throat.

Because you said it so casually, like you always did, like it was nothing, and yet it was everything to him. You saw him. Cared about him. Not because of a contract. Not because of his business.

Just because he was Azul.

You stepped away without realizing you’d just detonated something in his heart. He stood slowly, walked around the counter, and called your name softly. You turned.

“Azul?”

“Why… do you always do this?”

“Do what?”

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and cupped your cheek with one gloved hand.

“Make it so difficult to not fall in love with you.”

And before you could reply, he pulled you into a kiss, slow, deliberate, and deeply emotional. There was no calculation in it, no fine print. Just Azul, laying down all his walls in a single, silent moment.

When he pulled away, he was flushed and breathless. “I… hope that wasn’t too forward.”

You laughed softly, brushing your thumb over his jaw. “No. But I might ask for another one.”

His smile cracked wide open, the real kind, unguarded and all his.

Floyd Leech

You were always a bit bold around Floyd, most people weren’t. But you? You teased him, poked at him, and called him your favorite “chaotic eel boy” like it was a nickname reserved just for him.

And for some reason, he never got bored of you.

He was sprawled out on a bench after skipping class when you came over and tossed a juice box at him.

“You didn’t eat lunch, did you?”

“Aww, look at you~ So thoughtful, Shrimpy~” he drawled, biting into the straw with a smirk. “Wanna feed it to me with a spoon next?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “If you’re good. But you’ve gotta earn that kind of attention.”

That got him.

His mismatched eyes widened just slightly before narrowing with interest. He sat up slowly, watching you with a wolfish grin.

“Earn it, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” you said, tossing your bag down beside him. “Special treatment’s only for boys who behave.”

“Heh...”

He suddenly leaned forward, crowding your space with the lazy grace of a predator who’d finally found a reason to pounce.

“Say that again, Shrimpy. Say I gotta earn your affection.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn't back away. Instead, you leaned into his space.

“You heard me, didn’t you?”

And that was it.

His hand shot up to cup the back of your neck as he crashed his mouth to yours, quick, rough, and hungry. You barely had time to react before he pulled away with a sharp breath, his lips curled into a grin that was both feral and flushed.

“Guess I’ll just have to steal it then.”

You blinked, stunned, then laughed breathlessly.“I’d like to see you try.”

“Don’t tempt me, Shrimpy~”

Jade Leech

You always had this… uncanny way of teasing Jade. You knew exactly how to toe the line with him, subtle, clever remarks, quiet smiles, and compliments laced with playful sarcasm. Most people stayed far away from provoking Jade. But not you.

You thrived on walking the edge of that knife.

Today, you’d stopped by Mostro Lounge with some paperwork he needed. He thanked you politely, as always. But when he reached to take the file from your hand, you held onto it, leaned in, and said with that infuriatingly sweet tone:

“What would you do without me, Jade?”

His smile didn’t waver. But his grip on the folder tightened slightly. “A curious question. Shall I list the many tragic possibilities?”

“Or,” you said, smirking, “you could just admit I’m your favorite person and be done with it.”

That was it.

He tilted his head, gaze narrowing, hungry, calculating, amused. You were close. Too close. And you knew what you were doing.

“You always play with fire, don’t you?” he said, his voice low and velvety. “And yet, you seem surprised when it burns.”

“Maybe I like the heat.”

“Mm. Then allow me to indulge you.”

Before you could fire back with another quip, Jade stepped forward and caught your chin between his fingers. His lips brushed yours, soft, precise. When you didn’t pull away, he deepened it slightly, pressing his hand against your lower back.

When he pulled back, his voice was still smooth, but a little breathless. “That’s one favor I won’t charge you for.”

You blinked, dazed. “...Did you just kiss me because I said I was your favorite?”

“No,” he said, smiling with dangerous affection. “I kissed you because it’s been agonizing to wait this long.”

Kalim Al-Asim

With Kalim, things were always cheerful, always loud, always fun. You’d spent the afternoon helping him set up decorations for yet another Scarabia party, floating lanterns, rainbow colored glass beads strung from the ceiling.

He twirled under them with his arms out like a kid, glowing with joy.

“Isn’t it amazing? Look how it sparkles, Y/N!”

You laughed, helping him hang the last of the ribbons. “It’s beautiful, Kalim. But don’t you think you went a little overboard?”

“No way!” He turned toward you, beaming. “The world needs more color! More smiles! More light! Just like you!”

You blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah! You make every room feel sunny!”

Your heart stuttered. Kalim always said sweet things, but for some reason, that one hit different. You turned to tie a bow around one of the columns, trying to hide your flustered expression. But he followed you, bouncing beside you like a golden retriever in human form.

Then, when you looked up to tell him something, he just froze.

You were backlit by golden lantern light, ribbon clutched in one hand, grinning at him with sparkles in your eyes. And it just hit him.

You’re the brightest thing in the room.

His voice dropped. “Can I try something?”

“Uh... sure?”

He leaned in, almost shy for once, and gently, almost reverently kissed you. It was soft and warm, like a sunbeam.

When he pulled back, he was glowing. “Sorry! I just… I really like you, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore!”

You stared at him, stunned. Then you smiled, reached out, and tugged him back in by the front of his shirt.

“Then don’t hold back.”

Jamil Viper

Jamil had been holding back for months.

He knew it wasn’t wise to indulge in a crush. He wasn’t like Kalim… free to chase affection openly. He had responsibilities, expectations, a reputation to maintain. So instead, he watched you from afar, silently helping you behind the scenes, always masking his affection behind tired sighs and veiled comments.

But today... something broke.

You were in the kitchen helping him prep Scarabia’s dinner… poorly. You tried to flip a pan full of veggies and nearly launched it across the counter. Jamil caught the handle behind you in record time, steadying both it and you with his arms wrapped around your sides.

“Careful,” he muttered near your ear, voice low.

“Oops! thanks, Jamil. You’re my hero,” you teased, looking up at him with an impish smile. “What would I do without you?”

And that was the moment.

That look. That tone. That stupid sparkle in your eyes like you had no idea how much of a mess you were making him. Like you hadn’t just taken a sledgehammer to his emotional defenses.

He stepped back quickly, covering his mouth with his hand.

You blinked. “Jamil?”

“I told myself I wouldn’t do this,” he muttered.

“Do what?”

“...This.” He closed the space between you again, swiftly, purposefully and kissed you. His hands were careful, his body tense like he couldn’t believe he’d finally snapped. And when he pulled back, his eyes searched your face desperately for rejection.

But all he got was a stunned, breathless smile.

“...Wow,” you whispered.

“Sorry,” he said, voice hoarse. “I couldn’t—”

“Do it again.”

He froze.

You leaned up and kissed him this time, hands cupping his jaw like you’d been the one waiting all along.

“Next time,” you said against his lips, “warn me first. I almost dropped the pan again.”

Jamil huffed a breath of laughter, half embarrassed, half relieved.

“You’re a menace.”

Silver

Silver had always admired you from a quiet distance. You were energy where he was calm. Vibrance where he was still. But there was something about your presence, gentle, patient, a little chaotic, but always kind, that stirred something warm and persistent inside him.

Even when he drifted off mid-sentence, you never teased him for it. You just let him rest his head on your shoulder or let him doze peacefully on your lap. You treated his silence not as boredom but as being, and he found himself constantly drawn to that quiet understanding.

And then, today, something shifted.

You were walking together after feeding the animals in the forest. You’d just told him a story, some funny little memory from your childhood and ended it with a laugh, eyes bright and cheeks pink from the chill.

He was barely listening to the words anymore. He was watching your face.

Then you looked up at him, smile softening.

“You always take such good care of everyone, Silver. You deserve someone to take care of you too, y’know?”

The words hit him harder than you probably meant them to.

You always looking out for him. You always seeing him, even when he was quiet, even when he was tired. And now you were standing there.

“That’s... a very kind thing to say,” he murmured.

“It’s not kindness. It’s the truth.”

He turned toward you fully. He reached out as if on instinct, brushing a stray leaf from your hair and then lingered. His fingers hesitated just by your jaw.

“You make me feel awake.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Every time I look at you,” he whispered, “I forget I’m supposed to be tired.”

And then, slowly, cautiously, deliberately, he leaned in and kissed you. It wasn’t impulsive, it was something he’d been carrying in his heart for far too long. And he kissed you like someone memorizing a dream they didn’t want to wake from. You melted into him with a stunned little gasp, your hands gripping his shirt.

When he pulled away, your eyes were wide but shining.

“Silver…”

“I’m sorry if that was—”

“Do it again,” you breathed, smiling now. “And don’t apologize.”

This time, you kissed him. And Silver, warm, devoted, and finally unafraid kissed you back like you were the only dream he ever wanted to wake up from.

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You lost your wholesome name privileges 💜

[b0kevi]

saying “let’s make out” every time they(house warden + jamil) do something hot

summary: whenever they do something attractive you blurt out ‘let’s make out’ to see what they’ll do

trope: established relationship, suggestive themes

info: making out obv, they/them pronouns, gender neutral reader, not proofread

character: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, jamil, vil, idia, malleus (epel, jade, floyd, lilia, ortho mentioned)

w/c: riddle: 465 leona: 456 azul: 499 kalim: 532 jamil: 424 vil: 435 idia: 527 malleus: 493

riddle

no.

red as his hair

will scream no until he caves

only in private

gentle make out sessions

riddle was currently scolding at his dorm mates for failing to listen and interrupting your guys time together in the garden.

you didn’t mind but the way riddle was so assertive and how he looked in his house warden uniform, you couldn’t help but stare.

once they left, he turned towards you to apologize but before he could say anything you said,

“we should make out.”

he’s so red you don’t know where his hairline starts.

“w-where did that come from?! w-we are in public! that’s against rule 565! absolutely not!”

“hm does that mean we can in private? is that against the queens rules?”

he thought for a moment before grabbing your hand, he pulled you towards the dorm as he walked in front of you to hide his flushed face.

“I.. suppose it isn’t. come on now.”

°˖➴

“this is inappropriate my rose…”

you currently pulled riddle into the nearest empty room you could find.

he was helping out his fellow dorm mates study, you were there to study as well but you were way too distracted by riddles voice.

the way he was assertive yet soft spoken with them. he wanted to make sure the information was getting to them but didn’t want to sound too strict or rude.

that made you snap as you pulled him away from the group.

“is it against the queens rules to want to make out with your very attractive partner?”

riddle placed his hands on your shoulders to keep some distance between you two but he wasn’t doing a good job, he made no effort to push you away

“we have to get back now.” you frowned as you placed a small peck on the edge of his lips.

“no, we can do this later.”

“…no…”

riddle made a frustrated sound before crashing his lips towards yours.

“you’re a bad influence my rose.”

°˖➴

riddle has been cooped up in his room all day. you came over to check on him, reminding him to take breaks but when he’s studying— old habits die hard.

words were not getting through him so you had to resort to actions.

you landed a kiss on his jawline which made him freeze and flare up.

“h-huh?!”

you place more kisses on his jaw and cheek

“w-what are you doing??”

the more kisses you place the redder he gets. he knew what you were doing, he so badly wanted to push you away but he could never do that to you.

he cups your face before boldly pulling your face to his.

roughly kissing you at first but later eases up, gently kissing you, letting all his tension flow away as he kisses you silly.

leona

100% ego boost

cocky

will make out with you right then and there no matter where you are

lazy make out sessions

makes you take the lead until he gets in the mood and takes over

Leona wasn’t doing anything fancy, all he was doing was tidying his hair up in a high ponytail, getting ready for spell drive training.

you were watching him get ready. you love when he puts his hair up, makes him look even more handsome, and leona is already extremely handsome. you’re practically memorized

“we should totally make out.”

he froze a second- caught off guard by your words then smirked at you, you could practically see his ego inflating

“getting bold now herbivore?”

he doesn’t hesitate to give it to you. he crawls towards you, grabbing your waist and attaching his lips to yours roughly.

he might be a little late to practice, but it’s worth it since he’s spending his time with you and getting a reward of seeing the aftermath of your messy face.

°˖➴

it was your first time seeing leona in his official spell drive uniform and

oh my sevens.

he was with his team going over the plan for the game and you couldn’t help but admire how well the uniform looks on him. once he finished, you couldn’t help but say

“let’s make out.”

he chuckles, “what? is that supposed to motivate me?”

his teammates heard— scoffing and snickering.

“i really don’t need to see that before a game..” you could hear epel muttering afar.

leona smirked wide, loving when you get bold enough to say that in public, he’s not afraid to show everyone who you belong to. he pulled you in, devouring your lips right in front of everyone which made everyone gagged— leaving to do something else.

°˖➴

Leona was taking a nap per usual but something about the way the sunlight casted down on his face, enhancing his features made you giddy.

"we should make out."

leona opened one eye to look at you, questioning what you just said. after seeing your determine face, he knew he heard right and you were serious

"then you better get over here herbivore, before I change my mind."

you smiled wide as you jumped on top of him, his hands immediately found your hips to balance you. you kissed him slowly first as he lazily replied.

slow and lazy yet you could feel his love pouring out while running his hands up and down your sides until he started to feel more awake. He’ll never say it out loud but through his actions that’s when it started getting more heated, you had your turn now it’s time for him to show you who’s the king.

azul

flustered everytime

never say that in public, if the twins heard that.. he will hide in his octopod

will only do it if you’re alone

sweet make sessions, not too rough not too gentle

secretly loves when you want to make out

you were waiting for azul to finish up some business at mostro lounge when someone approached you, clearly flirting with you.

you kept reminding them you have a boyfriend and are not interested but they were persistent.

“come on, just one date? then you’ll see if you still want to be with this ‘boyfriend’” you looked disgusted but before you could say anything a voice came behind them.

“that will not be happening. as you can see we are going out on our own date right now, they made it clear they are not interested so please get out or do I need to show you where the door is?” azul was by your side as you saw the twins looming over the person. they got the message and headed out.

“are you alright my pearl?”

“we should make out.” you blurted out as you found that attractive, the twins were snickering as azul turned pink.

“w-what?! what are you- let’s just go.”

°˖➴

azul was scheming up contracts while you were keeping him company. this gave you the opportunity to get a good look at him, the way his glasses sat at the bridge of his nose, beauty mark looking so kissable right now..

you walked behind his chair looking over his shoulder pretending to be interested before casually saying,

“we should make out right now.”

his pen stopped abruptly, messing up what he was writing. you could see his ears turning pink

“w-well, ahem. I guess I do need a break…” he looked around the room even though it was just the two of you, he pulled you onto his lap still looking flustered and guiding himself to your lips.

°˖➴

“my pearl… i’ve told you about this.” you once again announce that you wanted to make out instead of the twins again. he can only take so much of their teasing.

he will gladly do it with no cost but please stop saying it in front of them.

“sorry zul… but… can we?” you had the hopeful glint in your eyes that he couldn’t resist, your lucky he pulled you in his vip room because he really did wanted to kiss you silly.

he sighs, “I should make you pay… but i’ll let it slide just this once.” he cradled your face as he kisses you shyly.

kissing azul was always so sweet, you could tell he was nervous but he put on a front of being confident. azul always sets a steady pace, making it enjoyable for you two.

*knock knock*

“quit sucking each others faces! bleh”

“there are quite a lot of people out here.”

the tips of azuls ears were pink as he groaned. getting one last kiss before he had to leave.

kalim

giggly

loves kissing you, will do it, you don’t even need to ask

will laugh and smile throughout the session

he’s so happy, he can’t keep his hands off you

doesn’t matter where you are but he doesn’t want jamil yelling at him so will prefer private

you and kalim were outside enjoying the sun as he was talking about his day and anything that came to him. he was so bright that your face always hurts when you’re around him from smiling so much.

he was currently making a flower crown as he continued to talk, you were supposed to be making one as well for him but you got distracted as you stared at kalim.

his eyes were like ruby’s as you got lost in them, suddenly remembering how sweet he is. he always saw the good in everything which you loved and admired, it was a nice change considering everyone else at nrc.

“we should make out.” you muttered as you were thinking about all the sweet moments with kalim.

“okay!” kalim didn’t hesitate to lean over to peck your lips then diving back in to leave longer and loving kisses, giggling every once in a while through your lips. he never questions you, always willing or finding excuses(or just straight up) to kiss you.

one hand was running through your hair while the other was playing with your fingers.

°˖➴

kalim invited you to watch him practice at his club and you gladly accepted.

kalim was so talented at the drums it blew you away. they sounded so good and you were having a great time enjoying the music.

kalims outfit was so casual, he was so cute with his beanie you wanted to smooch his face so bad. you were trying so hard to not interrupt him.

practice was finally over and kalim rushed over to you giggling.

“what did you think?”

“you were amazing baby! you were so cool, we should make out.” kalim eyes widened before laughing loudly

“my, young love…” lilia commented as he exited.

“you’re so silly habibi!” he gives you the biggest kiss with the loudest ‘MWAH’ sound. he’s smiling through your kisses while cupping your face between his hands.

will not stop until someone kicks you two out.

°˖➴

“UGH I’ve missed you so much habibi…” jamil didn’t leave kalims side at all today, making sure he gets stuff done and doesn’t do anything crazy which left no time for you two.

kalim has been dying for your affection all day. he plopped down on his bed, pulling you into his grasp

“can we make out… pleaseee?” kalim asked as he’s already placing sweet kisses on your neck and cheek.

you giggle, “i was just about to ask you that.”

kalim lights up as he makes his way to your lips.

laughing through your kisses, always pulling away a bit to kiss the other parts of your face as his hands roam over your body.

he always enjoys moments like this where he can fully love you without anyone interfering or jamil pulling them away. he can let his love overflow through his kisses and touches so you get the message.

jamil

hides behind his hood

you’re crazy

savory make out sessions, loves taking his time with you

he’s very busy so will have to wait until he gets a break

if he could he would do it anywhere anytime

Jamil was making food for yet another party kalim was throwing. you were accompanying him, helping out here and then.

you love watching him cook, how he moves so effortlessly through the kitchen, you couldn't help but blurt out what was on your mind.

"we should totally make out right now.."

jamil paused his cutting. his face heated up but he could just blame the boiling water. he swiftly put his hood up so you couldn’t see his face, trying to play it off

"what are you talking about? help me get these in the water." he changed the subject but he would definitely love to make out with you, maybe he will later.

°˖➴

jamil invited you to watch him play basketball since you’ve been asking him. he moves so agile, making baskets mostly every time. he looks so fine with his hair up, sweat dripping down his face.

they were taking a break and you handed jamil his water bottle,

“you looked so cool out there jamil! we should make out.”

he almost spat out his water. so caught off guard because of your compliment then your statement.

he couldn’t hide his face with his hood so he just used his hand to hide his blush.

“you’re crazy.”

he tried to play it off but then he looked around to make sure no one was listening to them before mumbling

“as much as I would love to right now… we can later, promise.”

°˖➴

jamil finally got time to himself but it was nighttime. that didn’t matter to you, you were just happy to spend time with him. he was currently taking out his braids as you laid in his bed.

before you could get the words out, jamil was already on top of you, devouring your lips.

“i’ve been waiting all day to do that.” he muttered against your lips, leaving kisses all over your face as he continues to speak, “you don’t know how badly I wanted to kiss you every time you asked to make out.” he kisses your jaw, “you drive me insane.”

he basically is sucking the air out of you, savoring the taste of your lips since it’s so rare for him to spend time with you, he loves to take advantage of the time he has to himself.

vil

you’ll ruin his makeup, no

admires your forwardness

either elegant and soft make out sessions or messy sessions depending on what he’s doing later

doesn’t mind messing up his makeup if you’re alone and he doesn’t have to go anywhere later

if he has a shoot, no he will not kiss you, don’t think about it

Vil was trying new makeup products and invited you over to his room to try them out. you love when he does your makeup you get to shamelessly admire him up close. he was putting blush on you, one hand holding your chin up as he applied it to your cheek.

“we should make out…”

his eyes widen then soften as he laughed, you can be so forward when you wanted to.

“that will ruin our makeup dear.” he saw you pout and he couldn’t help himself. he sighs and pulled you closer to him

“you’re lucky my schedule is free today. i’m all yours~” he attacked your lips, he can’t wait to see the finish result of your guys ruined faces.

°˖➴

Vil was at a photo shoot and you were accompanying him, he looked so radiant you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

the photographer told him to take five as he reviewed the photos, vil made his way to you who smiled brightly,

“we should totally make out.. right now..”

vil pinched your cheeks, he could feel your stares and knew you were up to something, “absolutely not. we’re not done here and you’ll ruin my makeup. I know how you get.”

“pleaseee..”

“no.”

“one kiss?”

“no. you can wait after.”

there’s no convincing him when his mind is made up.

°˖➴

“my love, I have a meeting with the director in ten minutes no.” Vil stated as he was touching up, making sure he looked presentable.

you whined at vil saying you guys should make out but of course vil wouldn’t allow it.

“that’s enough time for a couple of kisses…”

vil glared at you through his mirror as to give you a warning to behave but you never listen. you needed to kiss him now.

“fine. just a few. don’t go crazy, I don’t want to test to see if this lipstick is smudge proof.” he finally broke after your constant begging.

he gently took your chin and pulled you in, he kissed you softly, not going too deep or rough to ruin anything.

when vil kisses you like this he’s always so poise, trying to restrain himself from breaking and giving in since he has somewhere to be soon.

“you’re something else my love.”

idia

you break him every time you say it

hairs fully pink

wants to but will NOT make the first move you have to take initiative

awkward make out sessions, he has to warm up before he gets comfortable

only ever in private, he doesn’t leave his room

“we should make out.”

idia.exe has stopped working. crashing out. reboot reboot.

“H-HUHHHH?!”

idia was in a boss fight, so focused on it that it made you smile while you were sitting on his bed watching him play, you didn’t want to bother him since you know how he gets during game but you just had to say what was on your mind.

“y-you’re joking right? is this a prank? where’s the camera?” the tips of his hair is pink as he hides his face, trying to shrink.

“i’m serious idia! we should!”

he still doesn’t believe you, still trying to hide from you but can’t really go anywhere since you’re in his safe haven.

“n-no way! i haven’t even unlocked that yet! we’re only on affinity level 50… making out is totally a level 100 thing…”

he will keep rambling saying this isn’t real, making excuses until you make the first move.

°˖➴

you watched idia work on new equipment for ortho, he was telling you about all the technical stuff and how it will improve ortho which you love when he gets passionate and is willing to talk to you before he gets shy and thinks you don’t care.

“I really think this will improve his speed which could make him go at least-“

“we should make out.”

you watched his hair go from blue to pink in an instant.

he dropped to the floor, hiding himself. “w-what is wrong with you? you can’t just drop that crazy one liner! when did I get into an otome game…”

“maybe when you started dating me.”

“I-I wasn’t ready for that!”

°˖➴

“I can do it… I can do it…” idia is currently hyping himself to kiss you.

you had asked him to make out five minutes ago but he got flustered and is hiding over his sheet. don’t get him wrong, he absolutely wants to make out with you! it’s just hard for him since he’s not use to this, he needs a minute… or two… or five.

“idia, baby, we don’t have to.”

“NO! uh, I-I do I just uhm…” you smiled at him fondly as you removed the sheet over his head, you placed you hand on his cheek before slowly moving in still giving him time to pull away.

“I’m going to kiss you now okay?”

idia appreciates you so much, he nodded, sweating from the proximity as you finally kissed him.

it was slow and gentle. never rushing him, letting him have room to pull away if he wants, but he takes this time to get more comfortable

a few more kisses in, idia is more relaxed as he decided to go deeper and rougher, he needs to take a chance before he regrets it.

when he’s with you he gets a spring of confidence. hes always comfortable with you. you’re his player two, his healer.

malleus

how bold of you to say that to him

will gladly accept no matter where he is

you can text him and he will be at your door as soon as you send it

assertive make out sessions, kisses you like there’s no tomorrow

LOVES it

“we should make ou-“

“I agree.”

you didn’t even get the full sentence out before malleus is already on you gripping your waist.

you couldn’t help but laugh, he’s so lovesick it’s adorable.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, “i’m glad we’re on the same page.”

he’s already savoring your mouth, everytime you share a kiss it leaves you breathless. malleus will always show you how much he loves you, you can feel it through his kisses.

malleus is never an inch away from your face, he sometimes forgets you need to breathe so when you pull away he’s right there following you, waiting to dive back in again.

when you block him to catch your breathe he moves down to your neck and collarbone.

very clingy dragon, once you two start making out he will not let you go anywhere for the rest of the day.

°˖➴

malleus was out at his gargoyle club, you couldn’t join him since you were busy studying. He still called you through to talk about gargoyles, his voice is quite nice to listen to so you didn’t mind.

you’ve been at it nonstop so you took a little break to pay attention to malleus.

he has been going at it, spitting out facts about gargoyles and the history about them.

he’s so passionate you wish you could have joined him so you could see his outfit. the way the wind blows though his hair, you can slightly see his scales on his forehead, oh you miss him.

“we should make out.”

he stopped talking.

*knock knock*

“huh? hold on mal someone’s here.”

it was malleus who still had his phone to his ear at your doorstep.

…

“you are quite the bold one, child of man.”

malleus was visiting late at night like he usually does when you so happen to blurt out about wanting to make out with him

“not many would dare to say that to me.”

“well I would hope not.”

you stated as you pulled him closer by his shirt

“you’re mine and you better only make out with him.”

malleus widened his eyes then let out a real genuine laugh. he absolutely loves how bold you are with him, it shows that you’re not afraid of him and feel comfortable around him.

“I would never be with another. for you will be the only one I spend the rest of my life with, until the end.”

he says into your neck before leaving pecks, trailing his way up to your lips, sucking the air out of your lungs. kissing you like there’s no tomorrow, really showing you that you’re the only one for him.

______๑♡⁠๑______

habibi = my love/beloved (I used google translate I don’t speak arabic)

a/n: THIS IS ASS UGH most of these are the same omg.. idk why riddle was so hard to think of.. writers block or smth.

a/n: whenever I play games n the li does something hot or anything i’m like ‘omggg let’s make out rn’ idk i’ve been playing lads and that one scene where zanye was jealous.. i was like okayy let’s make out RN anyways have a good night/day <3

[ducksido]

I was reading some of your new writings, and at the end of the one where we tickle Jade, an idea came to me: What if we accidentally do or say something that means nothing romantic in our world, but in our boys' world it does? Like, we do something like a touch or give a gift to the Octatrio that, among Octavians (don’t ask why I call them that—I read it in a fic and liked it), is actually a declaration that we want to be their partner! If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love for it to include the characters from Diasomnia, Savanaclaw, and Octavinelle.

(I love that term)

🪸 Octavinelle 🪸

Azul You hand Azul a new ink pen you'd spotted in Sam's shop, saying, "It just looked like something you'd like." Azul freezes. "You…you mean to present me with this?" "Yeah? Just a gift." He clutches the pen like it's a wedding ring. "In Octavian culture, such gifts signify intent to… to mate for life." "WHAT." Azul has turned scarlet. He’s already thinking of what dish to serve at your joining ceremony. You're frantically Googling Octomer customs.

Jade You're laughing after lunch, mid-yawn, and Jade casually glances over—then goes completely still. "Ah… you've opened your mouth to me. Intentionally?" You blink. "I was yawning." "In my culture, revealing one’s throat and inner mouth is an ancient courtship display of vulnerability and trust." You choke on air. "What?!" His smile turns sharp. "I humbly accept your invitation." Now he's following you everywhere, whispering about how honored he is. You’re reconsidering yawning ever again.

Floyd "Shrimpy just did it!" Floyd cheers, twirling you. "Did what—?!" "You opened your mouth! That means you're comfy enough to let me near your gills and teeth. That’s like, soulmate stuff back home." You're dying inside. "Floyd, I was sneezing." "Too late~" He nuzzles into your neck. "You’re mine now~" The eel won’t stop bragging to everyone in the dorm that 'his' Shrimpy picked him.

🦁 Savanaclaw 🦁

Leona In a playful spar, you nip his arm—lightly, barely a scrape. Leona stares. You blink. "...Did you just bite me?" "Uh, yeah. You do it all the time to tease me!" Silence. His tail swishes. "...You just challenged every potential mate and claimed me." You: 🧍 He: 😼 "Hope you're ready. ‘Cause I bite harder." You now have a smug lionman curled in your lap all day.

Ruggie You hand Ruggie a fluffy scone and pat the seat next to you. "Aww, thanks, Yuu!" He plops down, happy as a clam—until he realizes you're watching him eat with fond eyes. "You… you gave me food and didn’t expect anything back? And you’re letting me sit this close?" You nod. Ruggie flushes to his ears. "Yuu… that’s... that’s like... a wedding proposal where I’m from." You: "...I just thought you were hungry!" He's already planning what herbs go into the stew at your desert wedding.

Jack You swipe a thumb over Jack's fur, flattening an unruly tuft before stepping back to spar. He stares at you like you just said “I love you.” "Did… did you just groom me?" "I fixed your cowlick, yeah." His ears twitch. "In wolf clans, grooming is reserved for bonded mates." You freeze mid-stretch. "Do you… want to bond?" he asks. You're not sure if you’re blushing or combusting.

🐉 Diasomnia 🐉

Malleus You gift Malleus a pressed flower you found in Ramshackle's backyard. "A flower for me?" he breathes. "This…this is sacred." "Huh?" "In dragon fae traditions, this is an age-old rite. A gift of natural beauty symbolizes a binding courtship vow." "...It’s from the ground." He’s already holding it like it’s your engagement ring. "May I begin the preparation for our joining ritual?" "HUH?!"

Lilia You adjust Lilia’s collar absentmindedly while chatting. His eyes widen slightly. “That’s…intimate.” "Huh?" "Bat fae reserve outfit-touching for their beloveds. Especially collars. You're practically declaring you want to nest with me." You: “I WAS FIXING YOUR TIE.” “Too late, my love~ You’ve wooed me.” He’s already texting Silver that he now has a mother.

Sebek You tap Sebek's shoulder to guide him through a crowd, hand lightly grazing his elbow. He flinches like electrocuted. "Y-you touched me—gently. Deliberately." "Yes? You were about to walk into a wall?" He goes full red. "Among crocodilian fae, such soft contact is akin to…mating displays." You sigh. "I was helping you not die." He now escorts you like a knight, declaring your name as “My Beloved.”

[riddlesrose]

kissin him stupid

w/ the housewardens

in which you were recently gifted a tube of lipstick from grim, you're unsure of where he got it or why he decided it's yours now but it's given you a fantastic idea.

(he probably stole it from vil somehow and wants to place the blame on you..)

note; malleus' is the shortest but the most full of love i swear to goooood but the post itself is quite long

part two!

if riddle could form a proper sentence right now, he might scold you for slacking off, or breaking rule six hundred and seventeen, or he may just ask you to do it again. if colours could speak, his face would scream in comparison to the red accents in the housewarden’s room, uniform and matching hair. 

you attempt to keep a sober expression but he seriously cannot be so flustered by a single kiss? the red lip stain on his cheek is bright against the flush of his cheeks, as he sputters vowels and consonants, attempting to speak, to protest, to ask you what in the queen’s name are you doing.

you invited riddle over to the ramshackle dorm under the guise of needing help with studying, but you had this motive the entire time. riddle could feel your rebel to his help and directions if he ignored the obvious fact you hadn’t even cracked the spine of your book yet (to be fair it was only assigned today, and it was a new book), and the devious smile you attempted to hide until now. 

riddle took a breath, finally feeling sensible enough, “what… was that.” 

“affection, riddle. this isn’t new.” you shot, tone dripping in sarcasm. 

“yes, my rose, i know that. i mean,” he grabs hold of your uniform tie, drawing you closer, “what’s with the lipstick?” your head probably could have exploded, where did this riddle come from and how can he be drawn out more often?

you press a swift kiss to riddle’s other cheek, thanks to the proximity. “i have no explanation,” you press another kiss onto his forehead, “i simply was gifted it,” a kiss to his temple, “this morning.” the grip riddle has on your tie loosens completely as it falls back onto your chest, slightly wrinkled from the force. 

“i just had this ironed!” you frown. 

“i-i’ll get it done again.” riddle stands, brushing invisible dust off his jacket, though nothing could distract from the shade of pink that covers his face. 

“you’ll iron my tie for me? how kind.” you wrap an arm around riddle’s waist, pulling him close. he drops his forehead against your chest with a thud, inaudibly mumbling to himself. 

you wrap your other arm around him as he takes your face between his hands, slightly squishing into your cheeks he drags your face to his height, kissing you feverishly. 

“where did this riddle come from? i like him.” 

“i just felt… bold i suppose.” riddle’s red tinted lips smile against yours.

“do it again!”

leona stirs underneath you. you’re sat, straddling either side of his hips, weight pressed on his defined torso. leona doesn’t know it but you’ve practically trapped him where he sleeps. where he’s asleep currently, that is. in your dorm. 

on your couch.

using your pillows, taking in the setting sun like a true feline, though you would never dare utter the word feline anywhere near him lest you face the wrath of a moody boyfriend. 

you silently laugh to yourself, leaning down and pressing your lips on the prince’s temple.

leona stirs again at that, attempting to roll over – he cracks an eye when you gasp. slowly, coming to his senses, he furrows his brows at your positioning. you weren’t there when he fell asleep, when did you do that, and why are you sitting on him with half of a sinister smile across your lips…

and when did your lips turn red? he brings a hand up to rub his face, trying to shake the sleep out of his fogged mind, but you catch his hand before it makes contant. 

“don’t, it’ll mess up all my hard work,” you say with a half hint of embarrassment. (just a hint; only because you were caught before you could slip away undiscovered.)

leona’s confusion increases, as he detaches your hand from his wrist. he takes his freed hand up to your lips and swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, smudging it further across the line of your lip.

he inspects his red finger, “is this… lipstick?” you purse your lips in an attempt to stifle the laugh that bubbles in your chest. he looks ridiculous; eyes half lidded, nose crunched in focus and red marks painting his face.

your tinted lips curl upwards slightly into a smug grin, “maybe?” if leona knows one thing, it’s smug grins. he matches yours and wipes his thumb on your cheek, smearing the lipstick off his thumb and onto your skin. 

you playfully swat his hand away and lean down to continue painting your masterpiece, placing another kiss on his skin – onto the spot between his eyebrows. leona’s hand find your hip, giving a teasing pinch to the side. 

leona may be a prince used to some pampering, but this is some treatment he could get used to. 

azul has a finger in every pie, as riddle likes to say. you’re very much aware of that as your boyfriend likes to talk your ear off about his investments, new opportunities and the lounge. you’re so very proud of all of his hard work but sometimes he gets off on a tangent that doesn’t stop until you make him. usually with a kiss. it flusters him just enough that he forgets what he was going on about and it works every time. 

this time, however, was a bit different. azul didn’t take notice of the hue change of your lips as you leaned in and shut him up. drawing back, you snicker at his pursed lips and flushed cheeks, and the red lipstick smeared around his lips.

azul peeked in your direction, curious. you usually find it funny when he’s flustered like this but you were laughing a little too much. he noticed the messy red lipstick and furrowed his brows, wiping a finger across his lips. 

you suppressed a smile as you watched him curiously examine his stained finger, “it’s lipstick.” he concludes. 

“well… obviously? i thought that would have been pretty clear,” you grab his hand, wiping the red off of his finger. 

before azul can retort you lean in to kiss him again; anywhere you can get your lips on before he shells himself away, utterly embarrassed. a kiss to his cheek, jaw, forehead, nose, other cheek, forehead again, has him sputtering, almost begging to be released. 

azul places his free hand on your shoulder, trying to push you away while laughing between breaths. when you do back up, leaning back on your hand, he almost looks sad. (as if he wasn’t actively trying to get you off!) 

“so, mister ashengrotto? feeling loved and appreciated yet?” you give him a toothy grin, watching as his face contorts from flustered to even-more-flustered. (if that’s possible.)

“well yes! i dare say i’m feeling very valued and cherished as well.” despite his rosy features, his voice is unwavering, full of conviction. 

his confident, put-together outer layer completely melts away when you’re alone with him, but this has him absolutely on fire, a feeling no number could replace. numbers can’t give affection, you give it tenfold in their stead. 

kalim’s permanent grin widens when you claim you’ve got a gift for him. he expectantly holds out his hands, making you shake your head. 

“it’s more of an eyes closed kind of gift,” you start, kalim instantly squeezes his eyes shut. he puts so much trust in you that you worry jamil has eyes everywhere. everywhere. but you brush the jesting idea away, believing that you wouldn’t even be allowed on scarabia grounds if jamil didn’t trust you with the housewarden. 

you turn to a nearby mirror, passing the tube of red lipstick over your lips. the smooth makeup applies nice and neatly. (doesn’t matter because you know it won’t be neat for long.)

you step back over to where kalim’s sitting on the edge of his bed, standing between his knees. he’s waiting not-so patiently, he looks like he’s almost vibrating, is he really that excited? you suppress a smile as you gently grab onto his jaw, tilting his head to the side as you press your lips to his cheek. his laughter immediately fills the room, making you press more kisses over his face. one to his forehead, one on the nose, another on the other cheek, his temples, and anywhere you can get before he’s laughing too much, pushing you away.

“it tickles,” he heaves a breath, “stop!” a wider smile grows on his face after seeing yours, the red lipstick you applied had smudged around your lips, looking not-so neat. his face isn’t much better, tan skin littered in red kisses.

while you’re mentally retaining the image of kalim covered in red lip marks, you notice him looking more intently at you. you raise a brow, curiously.

“my turn, give it here!” he reaches a hand out, expecting the tube of lipstick?

you look at him bewildered, “what?” 

“my turn!” he repeats. he seems real set on returning the ‘gift’ it seems. kalim’s all smiles as you hand him the black tube. he exposes the stick and passes it over his own lips, tossing it aside and pulling you down to his seated height. he flattens his lips across the expanse of your face, getting at any skin he can just like you did to him. 

when he deems he’s finished, you’re dazed and equally covered in red lipstick stains, smiles wide across your faces. matching stained faces for matching blitheringly infatuated idiots.

vil leans on the back of his vanity chair; his face littered in different coloured lip marks. the reason? he claims he wants to see which ones compliment him the most. 

you know he already knows exactly which shades of each brand line do exactly that. (thanks, rook.) vil doesn’t know that you know he’s already figured this out. 

you wipe the makeup remover-soaked cotton pad across your lips, ridding it of the pink. “what would all of your fans think if they knew you were being covered completely in rainbow kisses?” you wipe the moisture from your lips as vil reaches around you to grab another tube, but you stop him. 

“i’m sure they would lose their minds,” you reach into your pocket, revealing a miscellaneous tube of lipstick, it matches none of the previously discarded lipsticks, nor does it have a brand logo on it. “where did you find this?” vil takes the lipstick in his hand, nimbly examining the exterior. he removes the top to reveal a rich, velvety red colour. his eyes widen just slightly. 

“it’s a secret,” you wink and take the lipstick from him and apply it, smiling as you replace its cap and let it fall from your hand, onto a messy vanity behind you. 

vil wraps an arm around your neck, drawing you closer to his seated level, “well, share your secret with me, if you would be so kind.” you swiftly close the gap between yourself and the housewarden, administering a healthy dose of red onto his lips and the surrounding skin. 

he parts first, his cheeks dawn a hint of pink that’s hidden behind the various stains on his otherwise perfect skin. he truly is the most beautiful person ever. makeup or not, hair tied back or loose, vil is sincerely as pretty as the morning's first light, a flower; freshly bloomed, and a fresh set of nails. 

“you’re staring. not that i mind,” you snap out of your hazy daydream about your gorgeous boyfriend and back into reality. 

“yeah, sorry. you’re just really fucking pretty.” you lean down and tenderly kiss his forehead as he internally squeals like one of his fan-girls. he really hit the jackpot with you as his (second) biggest fan.

idia looks up at you with wide yellow eyes, but they have a sort of gloss over them that makes you believe he would not want you to get up and leave his dorm right now. you grin at his feeble attempt of a silent, inconclusive plea. an ask to what, you’re unsure because his face (minus the eyes) and hands grabbing at you tell you he’s very much enjoying you straddling his hips right now.

you reach into your pocket, revealing your master plan. a tube of lipstick, you swipe it over your lips once, then twice before replacing the cap and tossing it down, letting it hit the plush bedsheet you’re atop. 

the translucent tips of his hair start to turn pink as you lean down towards his face. a trembling hand comes up to your shoulder, not pushing you away but seemingly grounding the housewarden underneath you. “how cute,” you smile against his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to his left cheek, then the right. one more on his forehead for good measure. maybe one more. okay, one last one couldn’t hurt.

you sit upright and drag a hand down idia’s chest, over the sweater you know is probably two sizes to large for him, (but that’s how he likes them you suppose and it just makes for a more comfortable sweater when you steal ‘em) while admiring the definitely not smudge-proof lipstick marks on idia’s face, giggling as you compare the red smears to his blue features. you wonder if-

the rapid rise and fall of idia’s chest catches your attention, it almost sounds like he’s hyperventilating, but when you look up to his face it’s surrounded by fiery pink hair and a flush across his cheeks, spanning down his neck, you realize he’s fine. probably a little more than fine. 

“well, that’s some false advertising,” you smile, wiping at the edges of your lips lightly with a finger. idia snaps out of his stupor, hastily agreeing with a stuttered breath. his hands find your hips, giving you a small squeeze. you lean down and press a proper kiss to his lips, you lift away just as quick as you bent down, pushing idia back down as he chases you up, hoping for more. a pitiful whine escapes him as his hair burns brighter. 

the red lipstick mixes with his natural blue lips gives him a sort of purple that would put the octavinelle’s house colour to shame. though, he almost looks forlorn. the usual solemn and gloomy housewarden; reduced to a blushing mess after a few kisses. 

hilarious, isn’t it?

malleus’s eyes flutter shut, a pleased sigh escapes his lips. his hands, hidden by your sweater, trace messy patterns on your back as his nails scratch lightly. he’s unsure of how he got himself into this humanoid predicament but he’s not complaining. 

you’re sat in his lap, placing kisses all over his face, leaving red lip marks behind. 

“you look like you’re enjoying this more than i am, malleus.” you bring a hand up to rake it through his bangs, pushing them behind his horns and revealing the shiny scales hidden beneath. 

the housewarden cracks a sharp emerald eye, examining your features. the slope of your nose, the curve of your stained lips, your eyelashes, cheeks. your eyes. oh how he loves your eyes, the way they look up to him with adoration, not fear or indifference like other humans do. 

you cup his cheek, “malleus?” 

he blinks once, twice. the gloss over his eyes breaks, refocusing on you. “i apologize, i was lost in thought.” 

“i could tell,” you trace your finger to the tip of his ear, then drop your hand back into your lap. “what were you thinking of? me?” 

“yes.” 

“woah, okay. blunt!” heat rises to your face. 

a hand leaves your back, trailing around your side and up to tuck a piece of hair away from your eyes. “was i not suppose to tell the truth?” 

“no, malleus, you should have said you were thinking of pancakes.” 

“but i wasn’t? i was thinking of-” you cut him off, placing a kiss on his lips. 

“now, let me resume my art.”

malleus is more than happy to sit as still as the gargoyle statues he studies while you press kisses all over his face. he is, truly is.

this was so self indulgent i ain’t even sorry (is my favouritism showing??)

masterlist

[ryker-writes]

Hey there! I loved giving Malleus a stone as an accidental proposal! It would make sense to me that mers would also see it as that! Could we possibly get one with Floyd Azul or Jade?

omg yes absolutely! Thinking about it, merfolk probably would also take it as a proposal! Especially with their culture being inspired by The little mermaid and she loved to collect things. I love this request! For those of you who haven't seen the Malleus part, it's linked below!

Request rules and Masterlists

Accidentally proposing to Malleus with a rock

Accidentally proposing with a rock (Octavinelle)

Floyd:

It was an innocent gesture. You wanted to give Floyd a rock to show you care about him. A simple gift that you thought he'd like. Well, you think he likes it a little too much.

When you gave the rock to Floyd, his eyes went wide, and he quickly smiled and pulled you into a tight hug (careful not to hurt you too much), "Awwww of course!"

He seemed so happy to get the rock, it honestly surprised you. Then he started lurking around you more. Like, hovering behind you and picking you up at random times to carry you around anywhere. When you asked, he said he had a right to carry and lurk now.

You also caught Jade snickering more than usual at you and Floyd, like he knew something you didn't. But both him and Floyd didn't elaborate. Instead, Floyd laughed and wrapped his arms around you, setting his head atop yours, "Silly silly~"

It wasn't until later when you visited the Mostro Lounge's VIP room that you got a hint of what was happening. Normally you'd just go there to hang out, but you'd noticed Azul was unusually frustrated today. When he saw you, it only seemed to set him off on a rant as he paced about the room.

"I can't believe this. Of all the things you could've given, and to all the people...I can't even begin to imagine what's going through your mind. You must be as impulsive as him to do this and with such short notice! Now he wants to use the whole lounge for a day and dumps all these things to prepare on me. Could you not have waited until I've graduated at least so I wouldn't have to put of with this? You two could at least help me instead of leaving me to figure out how to cater for an entire wedding without giving me any specifics-"

At this point, you kind of zoned out because you were stuck on the whole "wedding" part. What?

As Azul paced around the room and ranted, without you fully listening, your mind was working to put together the pieces. He clearly was blaming you for something, and impulsivity could only mean Floyd was involved. That, and he mentioned giving him something...

Oh no...

Right on time, Floyd had strolled into the room, completely interrupting Azul's rant. But the second his eyes landed on you, his expression lit up and he'd made his way over to you. His arms quickly wrapped around you and he basically leaned all of his weight on you as he cheered, "There you are. I've been looking all over for you. What're you doing here with Azul?"

Hesitantly, you had to ask, "Floyd, what's going on?"

Tilting his head, he rested his cheek on top of your head and hummed in amusement, "Ah. Azul's just jealous of us. Getting married while he's stuck talking all business and contracts."

You're what? Did you hear that right?

Before you could ask anything else or try and explain anything, he'd picked you up again, and started walking out of the room with you. A very frustrated Azul calling out to you two, "At least give me something!"

Only for Floyd to wave a hand dismissively as he carried you out, "Nah. You got this. We're busy."

Something told you he wasn't going to let you just back out or call it a friendship rock...

Jade:

You like to think you know Jade pretty well. You've spent a lot of time together, so you thought it'd be a great idea to give him a little gift. So when you found this nice smooth and pretty rock, you knew it'd be the perfect gift for him. It's even practical since he can put it in one of his terrariums!

He even seemed happy when you gave it to him, after brief shock of course, and he had that sharp-toothed smile you knew well.

"Well well, I must say I never expected you to be so bold to give me something like this, but I accept."

That was all he said. You weren't really sure why it'd require boldness, but he didn't elaborate and instead brushed it off and quickly left saying he had work to do.

The day carried on as normal until you saw Floyd. He ran up to you and swung you around, "There you areee~ Welcome to the family! Ma's gonna love ya!"

Disoriented, dizzy, and confused, you had to ask, "Floyd? What are you talking about?"

He swung you around once more before finally setting you down, "Ah, you know. Proposing to Jade like that? Real brave of you."

Huh? Proposing?

But in a true Floyd fashion, he just ginned and waved goodbye as he scurried off, leaving you with many questions. The only way you'd probably get answers is to ask the man himself. So, you quickly made your way to the Mostro Lounge.

There, Jade was setting up some tables, as composed and collected as ever. Seeing you, he straightened up with that same sharp-toothed smile as earlier, and welcomed you, "Good, you're here dear. We have a small dinner to celebrate our engagement before we can begin making preparations."

Stunned by the wildness of it all, you tried to nervously correct him, "Jade, I feel like there might've been a slight misunderstanding-"

"Nonsense," He began, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around you, "It's common knowledge that gifting a special rock is a marriage proposal among merfolk. You're mine now, dear."

Azul:

Azul and you are really close. There was no denying it when you spent so much time at the Mostro Lounge VIP room just hanging out with him. So you thought you’d do something nice for him and get him a little gift.

Then there was this perfect rock you found. It was smooth and round with specks of blue and purple, perfect for Azul.

You didn’t expect him to act so…odd when you have it to him. You held it out in your hand towards him, and he just stared at you in shock. His face turned about as red as Riddle’s hair, and you could tell he was struggling to speak. If Jade and Floyd were here, they’d no doubt tease him for the look on his face.

After a few moments of stunned silence (you figured it was best to just be patient and wait for him to collect himself), he took the rock with slightly shaky hands. He held the rock close to him, over his heart, and took a deep breath. Then, he cleared his throat, and tried his best to answer, “I…wasn’t aware you felt so strongly, but it’s clear now. Don’t you worry, I can handle this. I’m…delighted to receive this.”

Not thinking much of his words, you simply smiled at him. It wasn’t uncommon for Azul to get a bit flustered by small gestures. He wasn’t treated well as a child, so you know little shows of appreciation mean a lot to him.

He scurried off with the rock to his office moments later, and there was silence for a moment before you heard him sputtering on the other side of the door. He probably would be embarrassed if you listened in though, and you wanted to spare him (this time).

The day went on as usual for a while. Classes went by, you spoke to some other friends, and went to visit the Mostro Lounge again later.

But the Lounge was…busier than normal. Students who worked there were scrambling about trying to serve customers and clean and adjust the smallest of details on things. Several of them looked super stressed, and some looked like they were about to pass out. Jade and Floyd, were the only calm ones who stood off to the side, watching them all with amused smiles.

You went up to them to ask what was happening, but Floyd spoke before you could, “Can ya let Azul flounder a bit longer? This is fun to watch.”

Azul was floundering? But he’s usually so calm and collected when he’s working. He couldn’t still be flustered from your gift earlier, right?

“What’s going on with Azul?”

Jade chuckled and was the one to answer you, “You sent him on quite the spiral. He’s got everyone working overtime to make sure everything is perfect for you.”

Now more confused, you had to ask, “Me? What did I do?”

At that, the duo only laughed more, clearly knowing something you don’t, but refusing to elaborate at you and everyone else’s expense. There was only one way you were going to get an answer; from Azul himself.

Marching past the two, you made your way to Azul’s office, barely knocking before going in.

And boy was he startled. The second you entered the room he sat up straighter and his cheeks turned pink, but he quickly tried to hide it behind his hand and muttered, “Ah, you’re here. My apologies, I’m still working on the contract right now.”

Walking up to his desk in complete confusion, you asked, “What contract? What’s going on?”

There was a moment of silence throughout the room. His gloved hands fidgeted with the pen and papers on his desk in front of him, trying to figure out the right words to say.

Then, he slid the paper over to you for you to read. Well, you only read the top before sitting stunned.

‘Contract of Marriage’

Huh???

Now it was your turn to be stunned into silence. So, he filled the silence, “I…was quite surprised by your gesture earlier, but I accept. If you’ll have me, I’d love for you to sign this. It’s quite possibly the best contract I’ve ever written.”

[himasgod]

can you maybe do a fic about any of the overblot characters turning to a frog and having to have true loves kiss to get back to normal please and thank you

OVERBLOTS X READER

Where they turn into frogs and you, their true love, have to kiss them.

“Unacceptable! Utterly unacceptable!!”

The tiny red frog paced back and forth across your desk, sputtering in fury, his tiny webbed feet making the smallest pat-pat-pat sounds.

You bit your lip trying not to laugh.

“Riddle, calm down—”

“Do not tell me to calm down! I’ve been turned into a frog! A frog! This is a disgrace to Heartslabyul, a violation of school policy, and I demand a formal apology from that imbecile who—!”

You reached out and gently scooped him up before he worked himself into a meltdown.

“...Put me down.”

“You’re going to pop a vessel, and I’m not dealing with frog Riddle and internal bleeding.”

He huffed, cheeks puffing out — which didn’t help his image.

“Professor Trein said the curse can only be broken by a true love’s kiss.”

Y“You… think I’m your—?”

He flushed from neck to forehead (or whatever frogs have).

“I’m not saying that! But… the spell reacted when you held me. I-it warmed slightly. It must mean something.”

“So… do you want me to try?”

“Only if you want to. It would be... appreciated.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his head — and the next moment, you were nearly bowled over by a very flustered Riddle, kneeling on the floor.

“I—I’m back?” He patted himself frantically. “My hands—my hair—! Thank the Queen!”

“Nice to see you again, Riddle.”

He glanced at you and cleared his throat.

“Ahem. This… this doesn’t excuse public displays of affection without permission, but… I suppose I’ll allow it. Just this once.”

“So I’m allowed to kiss you now?”

He turned red again.“Y-you already did. Don’t push your luck!”

“I find this form oddly peaceful,” the frog says in that same deep tone.

You look up to the roof of Ramshackle, where Frog Malleus sits like a green gargoyle (LIKE BATMAN BRO)

“You’re… surprisingly calm about this.”

“In my long life, I have transformed into many things—dragon, mist. This is merely a new shape. Though I must admit, the lack of horns is somewhat tragic.”

“Lilia says it can only be undone with a true love’s kiss.”

His bright green eyes meet yours.

“…Then allow me to make a humble request.”

“You want me to—?”

“I would entrust my form, my life, and my curse to you alone.”

Your heart flutters like a hummingbird. You reach up and kiss his head.

When it fades, Malleus stands before you—tall, regal, radiant.

“I knew it,” he says, lips curling into a soft smile. “It was you.”

You glance away, flushed.

“You’re really okay with me being your… uh… ‘true love’?”

He steps closer.

“You already were. Long before this spell.”

You open your closet and find a bright green frog sulking on a pile of hoodies.

“Idia… you’ve been hiding in here for three days.”

A croaky sigh.

“Don’t look at me. I’ve become one of the background mobs. No… worse. I’m the tutorial boss.”

You stifle a laugh.

“Ortho said only true love’s kiss will break the curse.”

“Ugh, man. Cringe. That’s such a normie mechanic. What is this, some knockoff otome game from the App Store?”

“Idia. You’re literally living in my hoodie drawer.”

“If I croak, delete my browser history. But not the bookmarks. Some of them are important.”

“Do you want to be cured or not?”

“…If it has to be anyone, I’m… okay with it being you. But don’t laugh, okay?”

You gently kiss him. Idia is human again — hair ablaze in blue flames, sitting on the floor in your hoodie.

“You… you kissed me. That was, like, a cutscene moment. Did you see that sparkle effect??”

“Maybe we got the good ending.”

“I am going to SUE whoever enchanted that bottle.”

You stare into a porcelain teacup where Frog Azul is sitting, glaring indignantly.

“You turned into a frog in the middle of the Lounge, Azul.”

“In front of customers, no less! Floyd’s been threatening to toss me in the fryer all morning.”

“Jade said the only way to undo it is with—”

“—Do not say it. I already know. And I hate it.”

“But it’s—”

“True love’s kiss, yes, yes. What a cheap fairytale mechanic. There should be an antidote. I should have an antidote. I sell antidotes!”

“So what’s stopping you?”

He goes quiet.

“…You do want it to be me, don’t you?”

He makes a tiny, deflated ribbit.

“You just had to say so.”

You lean down and kiss him gently and a moment later, Azul is back, flustered and drenched.

“Note to self,” he mutters, adjusting his glasses.

“Burn that perfume recipe. And draft a new contract with… specific kissing clauses.”

“So I am your true love?”

He blushes down to his collar.

“well—technically—yes—but let’s keep this strictly off the record!”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

You stared at the small frog sitting on your desk. The frog crossed its little arms (legs?) and let out an exasperated sigh.

“It’s not my fault! Azul's experimental potion exploded, and this is what I get for dodging it too late.”

“You’re a frog, Jamil.”

“Thank you for the observation, my savior,” he deadpanned.

“Now hurry up and kiss me so I can get back to normal before Kalim finds out and tries it himself.”

Your face twisted in horror.

“You want me to kiss a frog?!”

“Do you want me to stay like this and croak around the school forever? Besides, it’s not like you’d be kissing any frog. It’s me. I know it’s not ideal, but you’re my—”

You interrupted, cheeks warm.

“I’m your...?”

He looked away, small arms crossed.

“...My best chance at breaking this curse. Obviously.”

“…You could’ve just said ‘true love’ instead of dancing around it.”

“I’m not dancing around anything. You’re the one making this weird.”

Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, your heart thumped a little harder. You hesitated, leaned down, and—

“Do not tell anyone about this after I turn back,”

You pressed a quick kiss. A second later, a very flustered, very human Jamil stood before you — eyes wide, lips parted, face red.

“I cannot believe that worked,”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

“I’m going to kill Azul…”

You looked at him smirking.

“But hey... true love’s kiss, huh?”

“Don’t make me regret this,” he mumbled—but his eyes lingered on your lips little longer.

You stared down at the most perfect frog you’d ever seen.

Velvety green, regal posture, and an expression of pure judgment in those little violet eyes.

“This is... humiliating,” the frog croaked — and yes, that was Vil Schoenheit’s voice.

You choked back a laugh.

“You actually still sound graceful. Impressive.”

“This is not the time for jokes, sweet potato. I was merely trimming a rose stem when that clumsy oaf Epel tripped into the cauldron. Now look at me. My skin is... green. Green!”

“Well, at least it’s glowing,”

“The only way to undo this is a kiss, and Rook has already tried to volunteer. I had to hop away in terror. You’re my only hope, darling.”

You knelt down beside him.

“So… ‘true love’s kiss’ actually works?”

“Rook thinks the potion was modeled after an old fable. He also said you’re the ‘fairest in Vil’s eyes.’ And honestly? I’m inclined to agree.”

“Wait… are you saying you—?”

“I don’t say anything I don’t mean,” he interrupted.

“Now. Kiss me. Preferably before I croak... in the literal sense.”

Suppressing the heat rushing to your face, you gently leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.

Vil returned — golden-haired, poised, a hand already brushing nonexistent dirt from his shoulder.

“Thank the stars. My complexion is intact.“Though I must admit... for a kiss with a frog, it was surprisingly romantic.”

“You planned this, didn’t you?”

“If I did, would you be mad?”

The frog lay sprawled out in your pencil case. You stared at him, unimpressed.

“You’ve been like this for three days and haven’t moved except to complain.”

Leona lifted a webbed foot.

“I’m royalty. I don’t do peasant things like hopping.”

“You’re literally a frog.”

“Tch. And I’d be a prince again by now if you’d just kiss me already.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s the whole ‘true love’s kiss’ cliché. Apparently I’m cursed. Just my luck. I’m not letting just anyone smooch me. So c’mon. Be a sport.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the only one I’d willingly let get that close. Don’t act surprised.”

You narrowed your eyes. “How do I know this isn’t a trick?”

“Does this look like a prank? Do you think I like being this size? I’m living in a lunchbox, herbivore.”

Despite everything, he looked ridiculously smug for a frog.

You sighed and leaned down. “If this doesn’t work, I’m feeding you to Grim.”

Leona snorted.

“Just kiss me already.”

You kissed him, and your frog vanished — replaced by a lounging Leona, now human.

He grinned lazily.

“Knew you’d go for it.”

“Don’t flatter yourself—!”

He smirked. “Too late. You already kissed me. That makes you my lover now, right?”

You threw a pillow at him.

[starmaidengarden]

Hiii!! May I request housewarden finding out their insomniac s/o easily falls asleep when he hugs them, rubs their back or hears his voice? The activities he does its up to you, no need to be what i list, thank youu >v<

— housewarden x gn!reader. no cw/tw. established relationship. dividers: uzmacchiato.

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

When you admit that you’ve been struggling with insomnia—but mysteriously fall asleep whenever you’re in his arms or hear his voice—Riddle stares at you, wide-eyed. He takes a moment to process what you’ve said. Then he remembers the times you dozed off in the middle of his lengthy rule explanations or the way you clung to him for comfort during naps, finally finding some peace.

His face turns bright red. “If it helps… I suppose I can make an exception,” he replies, flustered yet secretly pleased by the idea. That night, he sits by your bed with a book in hand, reading aloud from a magical theory textbook in his softest voice. You curl into his arms, your breathing gradually evening out with each page turn. He finds himself gently rubbing calming circles on your back, whispering, “Sleep well, my rose…”

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

The first time he discovers it is by accident. You're lying beside him in the botanical gardens, tossing and turning. But the moment he wraps an arm around your waist, and mutters, “Just go to sleep already,” you go still—and then he hears your soft, steady breathing. Leona blinks, confused. “Oi… did you just fall asleep?” He scoffs, but a quiet smirk plays on his lips.

He pretends it’s a hassle. “You’re so needy, herbivore,” he grumbles as he stretches out and makes room for you in his bed later that night. But truthfully, he finds it comforting. He starts wrapping his arms around you instinctively, drawing lazy circles on your back with his finger, his deep, gravelly voice mumbling stories from the Sunset Savanna or simply humming against your ear.

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

Azul is flustered beyond belief. He fidgets with his glasses, his face a bright red. “My… voice?” he repeats. His insecurities bubble up instantly. Is it pity? Some trick? But when he sees how sincere—and embarrassed—you are, his heart softens.

It’s awkward at first. He’s never seen himself as someone comforting, but he begins tentatively offering to stay while you fall asleep. One evening, you ask him to talk about his latest Mostro Lounge plans, and he starts rambling—only for you to fall asleep against his shoulder. After that, he makes it a nightly habit lying beside you, stroking your back gently, talking about everything from business to the sea.

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

Kalim lights up. “Really?! Just me hugging you or talking can help you sleep?!” He’s genuinely thrilled. No hesitation. “Then I’ll do it every night!” He starts treating it like a sacred duty. Every night, He’ll drag you to his room with a pile of pillows and blankets, enthusiastically throwing himself into bed next to you, wrapping you up in his arms like a burrito, telling you silly stories about his childhood, humming little desert lullabies, or rubbing your back with his hands as he wishes you the sweetest dreams.

If you're anxious or restless, he’ll rub your back in soothing circles and tell stories about his travels until your eyelids droop. When you fall asleep mid-sentence or smile sleepily as you curl into him, Kalim whispers, “Sleep well, sunshine,” and holds you close, absolutely glowing from understanding that his love helps you rest.

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

When Vil first discovers that your insomnia disappears only when you’re being touched, he pauses mid-movement. You immediately started to fall asleep while he tried a new skincare mask on you. When you quietly confess your insomnia and how only his presence or voice soothes you, he gazes at you with something unreadable—then lets out a slow sigh. “Of all the things to be dependent on…” he mutters, brushing a hand through your hair, “...you choose me.” It sounds haughty, but there's a quiet vulnerability underneath.

He takes it seriously, creating a serene nighttime atmosphere for you. Lavender oil diffusing, silk sheets, his gentle voice discussing skincare or reciting poetry—Vil makes sure your nights are beautiful and restful. He won’t say it aloud, but knowing he brings you peace moves him.

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

Idia nearly malfunctions the first time he realizes you only fall asleep when he’s talking. You’re lying on his bed, surrounded by neon screens, and he’s nervously explaining the backstory of some obscure anime villain when you fall asleep—while he’s still talking. “D-did I bore you to sleep?!” he frets. But then he sees your peaceful expression.

You later tell him that it’s not boredom—it’s comfort. He blushes harder than he ever has in his life. After that, Idia gets weirdly good at helping you sleep. He sets up mood lighting, plays soft lo-fi playlists, and starts recording rambling voice memos about his favorite games and theories.

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

Malleus is incredibly moved. “My presence soothes your mind?” he asks, awed. To be your sanctuary is something that touches his heart deeply. He holds you with reverence, humming ancient lullabies from Briar Valley or simply speaking of his day. The fact that you relax in his arms, trusting him completely, is a treasure he guards fiercely. He’ll be there each night without fail—your guardian in both dreams and wakefulness.

If you're tossing and turning, he wraps you in his arms and gently rubs your back. He’ll speak slowly—each word a gentle stone building your pathway to sleep. He looks down at you, sleeping peacefully in his arms, and whispers to the stars above, “Even in your dreams, you trust me.” He begins taking your rest as a personal responsibility. He will hold you each night, humming low melodies from his homeland, ancient lullabies in a language only the fae know. His voice is deep and resonant—just enough to calm your restless thoughts.