#but sebek is the closet thing we have

[cloudcountry]

Sleep deprived idea: Florida man TWST MC.

mc tries to fight sebek because he's a crocodile

[chernabogs]

Belladonna, Forget-me-not, Hyssop, dwarf sunflower 🌻

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Inc: Lilia (both present and general), Reader, Silver, Sebek mention WC: 3.5k Warnings: War mention, arson, crimes committed during war time (all my homies hate Silver Owls). Lilia cussing, as he should. Flowers: Belladonna (a confession given without words aka we are pining mentally in the club), Forget me not (the one thing I remembered and how it brought me back to you), Hyssop (one last walk through a house—sort of), Sunflower, dwarf (how many ways do I have to confess for you to believe me?). Some flexibility with these. Summary: A trinket he had forgotten pulls him down a path of memories that he wishes he could forget.

There’s a sunflower in the garden this year. 

He thinks it’s quite curious when he first sees the bud, its petals still closed tight as though afraid to enter the world. He’s standing outside of the front door of his cottage with a mug in hand as he gives it a scrutinizing look. The silence of the forest surrounding his home lets him focus ample attention on how this oddity came to be. Silver has run to town and won’t be back until the evening, aiding Sebek in purchasing school supplies for the coming year, and Malleus is likely packing in his eagerness to get out of the palace for another ten months. 

It’s just Lilia, his mug, and the sunflower. 

“Shy, are we?” He murmurs in amusement as he raises the mug to his lips before they twist to a wry grimace. Perhaps being alone is not good for him—he’s beginning to speak to his gardens like an old man already. 

He wisely turns heel and re-enters the cottage as he downs the bitter coffee before discarding the mug in the sink. He’ll wash the dishes before Silver gets home, only because he knows the boy will do it all himself if he doesn’t, which would do nothing but make Lilia feel guilty. Silver insists it’s fine, he’s happy to help his father—but it shouldn’t be that way. His brow furrows in dissatisfaction as he weaves through the cottage's halls to arrive at his bedroom.

Contrary to his room at NRC, this one is so barren it looks downright unoccupied, like no one has ever lived in it to begin with. Lilia had moved most of his valuables with him when he had received notice of his pending enrolment alongside Malleus. This at least makes sorting out what he’s to wear today much easier as he pulls open the closet to peer inside. His fingers dance along the various fabrics as he hums, and haws, and already knows he’s going to wear the same outfit he wears essentially every day.

Lilia Vanrouge has become a man of consistency—another factor that serves to paint him as ‘old’. 

“Decrepit, even,” he grumbles to himself as he tosses his clothes onto the bed. Perhaps he can spice it up a bit to combat these self-perpetuated accusations through the application of an accessory. The thought pleases him enough to make him reach for the top shelf of his closet, his hand hitting against objects and shoving things around in his bid to grab something useful. Maybe he would have benefited from just floating up to see what he needed to get, because his hand soon hits an item that topples off the shelf and nearly clocks him in the face.

“Shit!” He snarls as he moves back. The box clatters to the floor by his foot with a loud rattle, causing him to glare down at it accusingly. His eyes narrow as another low curse slips out and he fumbles to pick the box up. 

It’s made of carved wood—oak, by the weight of it. Each etching along the sides paints a tale that draws Lilia to a stop as he turns it over in his hands. A figure perched on a tree branch with another sitting beneath, a blade and wood in hand. The two figures are next in a home, with a few flowers hanging to dry from a window. Then they are standing beside each other by a body of water; the carving here is detailed enough that he can see apprehension in one’s gaze and sternness in the others. 

The final carving is incomplete, only because a blackened char mark has burnt the wood to an unusable state. 

Ah.

He remembers why he didn’t take this to NRC. He remembers why he had it shoved in the back of the closet like something rotten, something meant to be concealed. He feels his mood darken as he turns the box over again. Each nick, each mark, tells a tale of something that stirs a burning shame in his gut. His hands tighten enough that he hears the wood creaking under his strength before they relax once more. 

Then, he pauses. Silver won’t be back until far later in the day. He has nothing to do but wash a mug that now sits fermenting in his sink. Beyond this, he’ll simply be wandering from room to room in his cottage like a ghost, perhaps cutting some firewood, perhaps seeing if the bloody quails that have been tormenting his vegetable gardens are back. 

Lilia moves until the back of his knees hit his bed and he sits down, cradling the box more gently now. A sudden urge—a bit of masochistic curiosity—tugs at his heart as his lips curl into a sneer. His thumb brushes against the carving of the figure crouching in the tree. 

Well, if he needs a good way to kill an hour or so. 

“All is as if it were days long past. No matter where it takes us, it will all be over in the blink of an eye. Far cry cradle.” 

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The memory begins as it always did any time that he did this. He’s just over 300 years old, his hair long and his body perched on the branches of a tree. He forgot that if he’s personally in the memory, his magic has a habit of tossing him headfirst directly into his body again. The scent of pine overwhelms him as he looks across a Briar Valley that once was just as full of life as he. Green, as far as the eye can see, and the songs of birds that have since gone extinct filling the warm air. 

He shifts on the branch and closes his eyes for a moment as he drinks it all in. Things long since gone, things he wishes he could experience just one more time in his current life. He almost loses himself in the memory—a dangerous risk—before he hears the faint sound of scraping from beneath where he’s perched.

Lilia’s eyes snap open and his gaze travels down to see a figure with a cloak sitting against the pine tree, their hood pulled up as their hands expertly carve a piece of wood with their blade. He can’t quite tell what it is they’re making—and truthfully, he’s long since forgotten. 

But the sound of their voice as they hum an old folk song he hasn’t heard since the war times makes him tense all the same. 

You.

Fuck.

The uncomfortableness of the situation, the realization that perhaps doing this was a mistake on his part, makes him shift back on the branch. This is enough to make a few twigs snap and force your attention to jerk upwards to where he lay. His red gaze locks onto yours as every sound in the forest falls silent and all he knows is the confusion in your eyes. 

“How long have you been up there?” You blurt out, your voice sounding exactly how he hears it in his dreams for the past four hundred years. A strangled sound leaves his throat, and with all of the energy he can muster, Lilia jerks himself free of the memory. 

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He stutters for air as his eyes open once more and he grips the box tight. The carving of his body on the branch overlooking yours at the base is now just a mockery for things he foolishly lost. The only way he can know you now is through the use of magic, and even that cannot return you entirely. 

He shouldn’t be doing this. A glance at the clock on the wall tells him he was in the memory for fifteen minutes, despite it feeling only like mere seconds. 

He shouldn’t be doing this. He turns the box over in his hand to look at the next carving. The two figures in a home, with a few flowers hanging to dry from a window. He notes with a bitter amusement that they’re all sunflowers.

The box should go back on the top shelf. He should lock it away again and forget it, leave it for Silver to find only once his father is dead and rotting under the earth. Perhaps the boy can finish what the humans started—burning it to nothing but cinders. 

He shouldn’t be doing this to himself, and yet… 

“All is as if it were days long past. No matter where it takes us, it will all be over in the blink of an eye. Far cry cradle.” 

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Lilia finds himself standing in a small cottage eerily reminiscent of his own. He knows a few months have passed since the first encounter by the way there’s snow falling heavily from the skies outside. Briar Valley’s winters are vicious—as untamed as the land itself once had been before metal teeth had torn it apart and left the fae to clean its viscera. His gaze travels to the window nearby to look out at the landscape before it’s drawn upwards to the flowers hanging down from the sill. 

Sunflowers, which look as fresh as the day they were likely picked, paint a cheery picture against the bleak backdrop beyond. 

“I am afraid it isn’t quite perfect, but it should do the trick to warm you up.” Your voice's soft cadence causes his shoulders to tense as he doesn’t turn around to face you. He can hear you humming, the sound of a bowl being set on a nearby table, and the aroma of something so intoxicating it makes his stomach twist in phantom hunger. “Why were you rushing through this blizzard to begin with?”

Lilia blinks as silence falls. You’re waiting for his response. This likely won’t play out unless he gives it.

“Her majesty bid me to deliver a missive to Princess Meleanor.” He murmurs, eyes still fixated on the sunflower. They almost look real to him despite the knowledge that this is nothing but an illusion. He hears you hum in disapproval. You often did that—hummed a lot, laughed a lot.

“Terrible weather to be doing so, but I suppose if it’s urgent, you can’t sit on it. At least have something to eat before you go braving Briar Nation once more.” 

His head turns slightly so that he can catch a glimpse of you in his peripheral vision. Your back is to him as you scoop more food into a second bowl. You’re not unique—just another fae in a nation of many—but you stand out to him. Four hundred years later, he still struggles to rationalize why. 

“You must like sunflowers a lot.” He comments abruptly. He didn’t say this in the memory, and he can tell by the way it seems to stutter around him. You still turn and look at him in confusion, however. “You only have sunflowers hanging on your window.”

“Oh!” You seem surprised, and then delighted as a smile graces your face. He wishes he had never seen that again. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” 

He wants to say something, perhaps ‘I know’, but the memory melts away before the words can leave his tongue.

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Lilia tastes copper when his eyes snap to the clock on the wall. Thirty minutes have gone by now—another fifteen in the previous memory. His hands shake slightly as he turns the box over like a man under a compulsion. The carving of two figures by the water seems to be taunting him as his thumb traces across your body. 

He doesn’t even bother speaking the phrase clearly this time. It comes as a mumble, and suddenly he’s falling into darkness again. 

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Tension is palpable when Lilia opens his eyes. Although it’s spring, the warmth seems nonexistent in the air as deafening silence fills where he stands. You’re by his side, your arms crossed tight over your chest as you stare at the pond beyond. By your feet, a patch of sunflowers smiles up at the bright skies above.

“How much longer do you think it will last before they wipe it clean?” You ask, your voice containing barely concealed rage as your nails dig into your sleeves. His jaw clenches as he shrugs one shoulder.

“A week. A month. A year. It could be any amount of time. They have new machines that they’ve been using—new means to rip open our nation to reach its heart.” He scoffs and turns sharply. “Fucking humans. Why did they need to come here to begin with? We were fine before they came crawling onto our shores, with their bitching, and moaning, and noxious fucking machines!”

“Lilia.” Your voice is calmer as he feels your hand touch his arm. His fury simmers slightly under this action. “At least we’re gaining some ground against them, right? And they haven’t reached all of Briar Nation yet. I can still provide game and herbs to the neighbouring villages—there’s an abundance surrounding my cottage.” 

Lilia wants to say that’s because all of the animals are being driven deeper into the woods, but he holds his tongue as he meets your steadfast gaze. In the period of time since he’s come to know you, he’s also realized that your stubbornness will have you refuting every claim with an optimistic one of your own. Already you had staunchly refused to leave your cottage despite the looming threat drawing ever so nearby.

“I need to go soon.” He finally sighs as he tears his gaze away from you to the pond again. He hasn’t seen this pond since the war era simply because he knows it was drained for the Silver Owls' use. He hears your own sigh slip out as you remove your hand. The skin that you touched aches in its absence. 

He steals a glance at you and tries to preserve your side-profile in his mind. If he could, he would carve it onto every surface he possessed, marking every line and bump that comprised the masterpiece that is you to his liking. He has already devoted himself by this point to mapping these curves with his fingers under the shadow of Briar Nations endless nights. He has memorized every sound you make, as sweet as any song can be, and which places on your body elicit such music. You had both entered this dance as a means to release stress—but now, four hundred years later, he knows it meant so much more. 

He wants to sweep you in his arms. He wants to pull you to safety, to silence your protests with hushed whispers and utterances of his devotion. He wants to pour his heart into your hands until he’s empty and belonging entirely to you. He is a man who, once he devotes himself to something, gives endlessly until he remains a ghost of who he once was.

He loves you in this moment, where the sun dapples your skin, and he can pretend he’s still in the Briar Nation he knew. So, he breaks conduct again. 

“You should leave.” The memory wavers at his words. In the past, he had simply turned at this point to begin returning to your cottage so that he could ready his travel pack. “You should go to the next village over. Go somewhere safe.”

The memory wavers again, fraying along the edges, and yet still Lilia finds himself persevering. “Please. I don’t want to see what’s going to happen next.” 

You turn to look at him as his vision begins to darken. Your brow furrows, confusion etching your face as the last words you speak feel like a nail in his own coffin. 

“Lilia, this is my home.”  

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He doesn’t immediately speak as he comes back again. The clock shows forty-five minutes have passed now, and the lighting in the bedroom he sits in has altered to reflect this. A numbness has crept into his body and settled just below his skin. It fluctuates and writhes like an insect and causes him to shiver as he rotates the box once more.

The last carving is incomplete. The black marks that mar its surface guarantee this. Faintly, he can smell smoke on both the box and his hands as he traces his thumb across this, as well.

It comes back filthy. 

Lilia’s expression schools itself to a blank look as the silence of the empty cottage perpetuates. Only his breathing breaks the still air, stuttering slightly as his lips part. 

“... far cry cradle.” 

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Lilia can smell it before he sees it. Wood, smouldering in the unforgiving winter sun, accompanied by something more pungent and feral. He’s already running by the time he snaps into the memory, his feet dragging through heavy snow as he fights against the elements to reach the treeline. He can see dark smoke pluming upwards.

It’s always too late by the time he arrives. 

His steps slow, his feet drawing to a stop as cold snow soaks through his pants. Before him lays a painting of carnage, crafted by human hands, and displayed for the eyes of any fae passing by. Footsteps trample in the aged snow that surrounds the smouldering husk of the structure. Your words regarding your cottage being in a hot spot for game and herbs ring as a mockery now in his ears as he slowly, slowly, inches closer. 

“Hello?” His voice cracks as the words leave him. The forest echoes them back—hello? Hello? Hello?

Stone dust scatters across the white earth as his hand comes to touch the frame you had been so proud of when you had first shown it off. Burnt, with embers still smouldering in the wood. He feels afraid to step further, but he knows that if he doesn’t then he’ll never get the satisfaction of knowing whether you may have survived it or not. 

Lilia passes through the door frame. He looks up to what remains of your roof, to the space where sunflowers once hung, and then just beyond the large wooden table you had carved for yourself as well. A small box sits perfectly on its blackened surface, like it had been placed on display intentionally for his discovery. 

The memory begins to blur at this point. Things that should be there soon bleed into black outlines, dripping down onto the floor with a rhythmic thump. He can see static in what looks like the shape of an arm peeking out from behind the table leg as his stomach twists, and rage begins to flood through his veins in place of blood. A stuttering breath leaves him as the static arm remains still.

He is General Lilia Vanrouge. He is a soldier. He is meant to protect his people, and yet, and yet—

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Lilia snaps out of this memory by throwing the box to the floor. It clatters at his outburst before he kicks it viciously into the closet, his breath leaving him in ragged gasps as he does. His mind is a blur as his one hand grips the sheets beneath him and the other grabs his collar, trying to ground him in the moment before the whole world spins out of proportion. 

He is not General Lilia Vanrouge. He is not a soldier. He is not walking into the home of the person he thought he loved, forced to bury what was left of them in a pauper's grave—just another loss in the wartime. 

He is a man, sitting in his cottage, with a son who will be home by evening and a school he needs to pack for. 

“Fuck,” he groans, pressing his face into his hands as he shakes himself free of the thoughts. “Fuck... fuck!”

A brief glance at the clock shows an hour has passed by now. His chest feels heavy, and his mind full of cotton as he dresses in a mechanical manner before going about his chores for the day.

By the time Silver returns, he’s fought off the quails, weeded the garden, cut firewood, and cleared the gutters. What he hasn’t done is clean the mug that’s been sitting in the sink since the morning—a task that Silver happily takes on after Lilia looks close to losing it.

If his son notices anything else off about his father, he says nothing about it, but Lilia does note the way Silver seems a bit more talkative than usual this evening. Lilia’s mind continues to replay the memories he experienced in a macabre theatrical viewing as he tries hard to listen to what Silver is saying. Eventually, they both fall silent as Silver washes the mug, along with the dishes from dinner in addition. The sun is beginning to set when he pauses to peer out the window with a curious expression.

“Did you see the sunflower in the garden?” Silver asks, his voice soft as he finishes drying off the mug. Lilia raises an eyebrow as he looks up again.

“What about it?” 

“It opened up.” Silver looks surprised, and then delighted as a smile graces his face. Lilia’s eyes widen as he notes the similarities between the childish joy on his son's face, and that which he once saw on your own.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

[yuurei20]

Lilia Facts Part 83: Lilia and Silver (pt12)

Sebek discovers Lilia’s magearm from when he was on active duty in Lilia’s closet, saying that Baul has told him about the weapon, “its incredible magical blasts, and how it left foes prostrated and helpless on the ground.”

Sebek says that he has never seen a magearm with such a lavish amount of mystium and he is in awe to be able to view such a legendary warrior’s weapon up close, but Silver reveals that they would keep it in a shed back home for use as a hatchet.

Lilia decides to take it with him to the Land of Red Dragons as “the mountains are supposed to be quite cold and snowy” so he can continue to use it as a hatchet, scandalizing Sebek.

Silver discovers a candy tin with a ring and acorns.

The ring seems to result in “a wave of drowsiness” for Silver and Lilia declares that it can go back to its original owner: Silver.

Lilia explains that Silver was wearing the ring on a necklace when Lilia found him as an infant and he had been intending to give it to him when he grew up.

Lilia says that he is certain that his parents left him the ring to symbolize their hopes for his future, and he has grown into a fine young man who is worthy of it.

The ring’s abilities are, at this point, still somewhat vague: one of the first things we see it do is pierce through Malleus’ darkness when he is attempting to force Silver into a deeper, darker sleep.

Silver describes his surrounds as “dark, cold and sad,” and after the ring begins to glow he says, “Father, give me strength,” in reference to Lilia.

When Sebek begins to succumb to Malleus’ dream world the ring glows again, causing the darkness to shrink back. Silver says that he can feel power coming from it and orders it to banish the dark, which it does.

While helping the group flee Henrick’s army, the Dawn Knight calls upon “guardians fairies” to give him strength as the ring glows. He says that he was gifted with the ring as a child and “it should be one of a kind,” despite how Silver has one as well.

There is a certain light animation that plays throughout the next several scenes of the game, always proceeding a memory of Lilia’s that Silver then watches. Sebek is also capable of seeing the light, which appears directly before and after each of Lilia’s memories that is shown to him. 

After guiding Silver and Sebek through Lilia’s memories the ring’s light seems to help Sebek locate Silver, and then shows them an image of the Dawn Knight in the clouds, but we have yet to know what any of this means.

[quantum1mmortality]

Jamil Jamil, hes our man! (🍋Jamil x gn!reader🍋)

Okay so this is a belated birthday gift for my beloved boyfriend <<333

I mainly based the things reader says and does over things he'd personally do but I did want to post this on here so he could read it anytime

♧CW: reader is referred to with they/them but is fem bodied, smut and comfort, probably ooc jamil bc we love it when he's soft, first time sex, reader is dealing with a lot of shit fuck and jamil Is so sweet such husband, unsafe sex, its premarital too, jamil has big pp energy so he absolutely has a big pp here, he doesn't know how to use it tho pls help this man, bath sex and cockwarming near the end btw, smut smut smut oh so smutty we love him!!!!!! Also jamil cums inside?? Idk I might do that ig we'll see LMAO, oh also pet names, oh so many pet names bc me and my boyfriend use them on eachother all the time

♤!!ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FIC ARE 18+!!♤

♤NOT PROOFREAD yall ever proofread a smut??? Its embarrassing. Im not doing that.

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♧ it had been one hell of a week.

Everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong. Grim was sick beyond belief, no amount of tuna could help him stomach anything. You TRIED to buy more paper towels and better probiotics for him from Sam's shop, but you couldn't afford them because Crowley wasn't paying you enough.

Speaking of Crowley, he had to cut back on your paychecks because the school was putting out too much money for the overblots.

Ace and Deuce were over at ramshackle to help get things fixed up, but the ghosts decided that wasn't a good idea. They started throwing everything around, and one of them hit deuce in the head with a spare candlestick on accident. He wasn't okay, to say the least.

Not only that, but in Crewels class, you weren't paired up with your beloved boyfriend, Jamil! Crewel decided to pair you up with Sebek, and his loud yelling made you lose focus and fuck up the potion, earning a really bad scold from both Sebek, AND Crewel.

But luckily, it was Friday. After school. And you wanted some comfort. And what better way to get that from Jamil himself? Going to the mirror chamber, you get teleported to Scarabia.

Knocking on the door, you're greeted with the ball of sunshine of NRC, the Scarabia housewarden himself. "Hey you! I've been hoping you'd swing by, Jamil seems a little down, think you can cheer him up?" Seems like he's in the same position. No worries, you guys are always help eachother through bad times. Having kalim escort you throughout the halls, you're infront of his door, Jamils door.

Knocking on the door, Kalim yells out to him, "hey Jamil! Your s/o is here! They wanna hang out with you!" He leans on the door, ear pressed against it as you do the same. You can hear jamil yawn from the other side, seems as though he just woke up.

"Come in." He says. Kalim bids his farewell as you open the door to see your beloved. "Ah, my love, I've been hoping you'd come by." He said with a smile as he stood up from his desk. "Jamil! I'm so glad you're here, I heard from Kalim that you were upset.. are you okay?" "I'm more worried about you, dear. You've had quite the week. I've been worrying about you, thats all."

He walks over to his closet and pulls out a stick of incense. Lighting it up and putting it in a holder, he begins to walk over to you. "How are you doing? Are you okay?" He asks as he takes your hands and leads you to sit on his bed, sitting next to you after. You start to twiddle your thumbs, something he picked up that you did when you were nervous.

"I'm just.. I'm so tired... mentally, physically, everything hurts.." you say as you begin to shed tears. Jamil lightly cups your face with one hand and takes your hands in his empty one. He leaves Featherlite kisses on you cheeks as your tears start to spill, he places a soft kiss on your lips before speaking. "Honey, I know this is hard, okay? But im here whenever you need me. I'll always be here, no matter what. You're such an amazing person, everything about you entices me. You're so beautiful, and smart- and I just can't stand seeing you upset. You're so amazing, you don't deserve to feel like this, but im here for you. Always."

Looking into his eyes show nothing but love. He slowly leans in to kiss your lips. Its soft, and sweet. Perfect for him, his lips are so soft against yours. After a few seconds, he pulls away, letting a string of saliva connect the two of you as he places his forehead against yours. "I love you, never forget that." He says, placing another soft kiss on your lips.

"I love you too." You say, deepening the kiss. You begin to nibble on his lower lip, asking for permission and when he gives you it, you slip your tongue in. His mouth is sweet, warm, comforting. You just couldn't help but want more.

You can tell he was getting excited. He usually does when the two of you make out, but he doesn't say anything most of the time. He just excuses himself and takes care of it, coming back like nothing happened. But, what if you just, took it further this time? I mean, Jamil was such an amazing boyfriend, who else would you want to take your first? You knew he was a virgin too, though you have talked about sex in the past with him you couldn't help but notice how shy he'd get when you got too close.

Taking the initiative, you place your palm on his growing bulge, just to earn a surprised grunt from Jamil, followed with him pulling away from the kiss and halting your movements by holding your wrist. "(Y/n).. what are you doing? I mean, I know what you're doing, but are you sure nows a good time? I mean, like, I want to do this, I do, but, you're upset.. you're vulnerable.. I dont want to take advantage of that. I want you to be in the right mindset for this.. thats all." He looks at you with genuine concern in his eyes, but deep down you can see a hint of lost aswell.

"Jamil.. please, I need you. I've wanted this for so long and I just need a stress reliever.. please, you're the only one who can make me feel better.." tears start to form in your eyes out of sexual frustration. Cant someone just want to be dicked down by their boyfriend in peace? Apparently not in this economy.

Jamil takes a second to think, hand still cupping your face as he avoids looking you in the eye. Looking back at you, he begins to speak. "I just don't want you to think im taking advantage of your vulnerability. So, tell me you want this, and I'll give you everything I have. Promise." He says as he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I want this, I want you Jamil." You say with a nod. A smile shows on his face as he stands up and walks to his bathroom. Coming back after a few moments, he has some things in his hands. "I have condoms and stuff, but if you want to we can do it raw and have you take plan b in the morning? Whatever you want dear, im fine with whatever." Taking a minute to scan everything over, you answer. "Raw. Raw is better. Cum inside me too. Please." Blunt. Jamil got so red from you saying that, he starts tripping over his words, which puts a smile on your face.

"Are you sure? Like, SERIOUSLY, are you sure?? I'm just, I-I'm flattered, really, but we don't have to do this, im okay with wearing condoms, or not doing anything at all!" Jamil says as he avoids looking you in the eyes again. Instead of answering with words, you just answer by kissing him, interlocking your fingers with his, giving them a tight yet gentle squeeze. He seems to take the hint and goes back to the bathroom with everything in hand, putting it away.

He comes back looking as red as a tomato as he walks to the bed and sits next to you. Turning to you, you're able to finally be able to catch his lips into a sweet kiss again. This one getting heated quickly with your tongues dancing in a matter of seconds. You begin to take his jacket off as he slowly unbuttons your dress shirt, leaving enough open so he can begin touching your exposed skin. Slipping of his shirt, you begin to touch his chest, reveling in how toned his stomach is.

He begins to slip off your panties with one hand while the other touches the plush of your thighs. Taking the undergarments off and throwing them somewhere in the room, the takes his middle and ring finger and begins to grab slick while unintentionally brushing up against your clit, earning a loud, unexpected moan from you. He begins to push his fingers into your entrance while kissing you, swallowing and hushing your moans.

As he begins to pump his two fingers in and out of you, he takes his thumb and begins to stimulate your clit, which makes you scream his name whilst breaking your kiss. "Shhh honey, I know you like it, but we must be quiet, we don't want anyone intruding, do we?" He says with a tease in his voice as he begins sucking hickeys on your neck in private places. You still have school after all, he wouldn't want you to get in trouble.

With all of the stimulation, you can quite quickly. How couldn't you? Jamil had two fingers inside you, scissoring and curling while his thumb was rubbing circles on you clit. Coming down from your high, you take steady breaths as Jamil begins to unbuckle his belt, taking his pants and boxers off in one go.

Placing one hand on your hip as his other aligns his long, stiff member with your entrance, he looks into your eyes with nothing bit pure love. "If you ever feel uncomfortable, or want to switch positions, or stop or anything during this, just bite my ear okay? And im not saying nibble, im saying full on bite. I dont give a shit if you draw blood i just want you to be comfortable and happy, okay?" Nodding your head in anticipation, he kisses you as he slowly sinks his member into you.

It hurts. The pain is indescribable, but it quickly morphs into pleasure as he sinks in more. Jamil begins to groan, softly saying under his breath how tight you are, how you're taking him so well, how beautiful you look. Spoonfeeding you praise after praise as he reaches you deepest ends of you.

Finally bottoming out, he hugs your waist, kissing your neck softly. "Tell me when I can move, love." Waiting a minute or two to be adjusted to his size, you speak up. "You can move now." And with that, he begins to thrust in and out of you. Choked moans fill the room from you both as he tries to find a steady pace.

Jamil begins to lean down to your ear, praising how good you feel, telling you how amazing you are and telling you how lucky he is to have you. As he begins to thrust harder and deeper, he begins to kiss you. Its more teeth and tongue than anything, you're both acting like starved beasts who haven't eaten in days.

As Jamil experimentally pulls out and slams his cock back into you, the both of you groan loudly, realizing that he hit your g-spot. As he continues to go in and out of you at a rapid, yet somehow soft pace, you begin to feel his cock twitch inside of you.

Leaning to your ear, he praises you more. "My love, you're making me feel so good. I know you already said I could, but will you please give me permission to cum inside you? You make me feel so amazing, I need you so bad." He says as you moan his name again, not caring who'll hear anymore. Nodding as permission, he releases he load into you, making a few deep thrusts so you cum aswell.

Laying together to catch your breaths, Jamil slowly pulls out, watching as your body twitches from being empty. Going into his bathroom again, he grabs two waters and some sweets for you. "Eat up. You lost a lot of energy just now. I'll go and run a bath for us."

Once you're finished with your snacks and water, Jamil carries you bridal style to the bathroom. Placing you in the bath first, he climbs in after you. He then snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap. As he begins to wash you up, shampooing your hair and putting bodywash on you, your hands find their way back to his semi hardened member. Jamil practically chokes on his moan as you begin to stroke him, running your finger up and down his shaft.

He looks at you with confusion, earning a small chuckle from you. "One more round? Please?" You say, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He let's out a sigh, picking you up by the waist and slowly sinking you down on his now hardened cock. Getting into a position where your face is buried in his chest, you're content with not moving and just staying as is.

As he begins to wash you more, barely moving his hips as his one hand grips your waist, he starts to kiss more marks into your neck again. "My love, you've sparked something in me. Now im not sure if I can stop after 'one more round'," he practically growls in your ear. This may have been one long week, but this was going to be an even longer night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~♧♧~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Malleus Draconia - Ceremonial Robes Vignette

"I had completely forgotten"

[Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge]

Sebek: Oh, my liege! The Night Raven College school uniform suits you so marvelously.

Malleus: Come to think of it, this is the first time you've seen me wear this, is it not?

Sebek: Yes, sir! I'm blinded by the majestic sight before me.

Malleus: And those ceremonial robes sit well on you as well, Sebek.

Malleus: How wonderful it was to hear that the entrance ceremony went smoothly.

Sebek: Wh… Ah… I, Sebek, will never take these ceremonial robes off ever again!!!!!

Silver: Don't, that's dirty. Go change.

Sebek: Shut it, Silver!!!! My liege, I will absolutely make sure to be of use to you here.

Sebek: I SWEAR UPON ON THESE CEREMONIAL ROBES YOU'VE BLESSED WITH YOUR KIND WORDS!!!!

Malleus: …I see. I'm counting on you.

Sebek: Yes, sir!

Lilia: Oh, my. Sebek is as energetic as ever.

Lilia: …And Malleus seems to be a little put off that he missed the entrance ceremony once again.

Silver: Eh? He seems to be as he always is, to me.

Lilia: Haven't you notice? The tint in Malleus's eyes when he looks at Sebek.

Malleus: …

Lilia: See? He looks envious.

Silver: Is that so…?

Lilia: Sebek. No matter how happy you are to receive praise from Malleus, you must make sure to wash the clothes you've worn.

Sebek: Lilia-sama… …Yes, I suppose you're correct.

Sebek: I would only be hindering him were I to stand at his side in dirty attire. It is most regretful, but I shall clean them.

Silver: I'm pretty sure I said the same thing just a second ago.

Lilia: Alright, then let's gather everyone's clothes together and send them out to be cleaned. That includes Malleus's ceremonial robes as well.

Malleus: Mine?

Malleus: Yet again, I have not worn my ceremonial robes. They will not be dirty.

Lilia: That's fine, too. We should just let them out of the closet from time to time.

Malleus: Even if you did that, there'd be no point. I'm sure the same thing will just happen once more…

Lilia: You've still got a while here in school. If in case the occasion arises that you need them, we can't have your ceremonial robes smell all musty, now can we?

Malleus: …I understand. I'll ready the robes in preparation for the next occasion, just as you say.

Malleus: Sebek, take my ceremonial robes to the cleaners as well.

Sebek: Yes, sir! Please, leave it to me.

[Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge]

―A few days later

Sebek: My lord, Lilia-sama, I have brought back all the cleaned clothes.

Malleus: Ah, our ceremonial robes. Thank you.

Lilia: You can hand me Malleus's. I'll put it away.

Malleus: Hmph, back into the wardrobe it goes. How pitiful.

Lilia: Now, don't say that. Fate has a strange way of coming around… Hm?

Silver: What is it, Father?

Lilia: This ceremonial robe that Sebek brought… It doesn't belong to Malleus.

Sebek: EEHHH!!!???

Lilia: Malleus's ceremonial robes are custom made, but this seems to be designed for the average student.

Malleus: Oh, was it custom made? I haven't worn my ceremonial robes in so long that I have no recollection of that.

Sebek: How could I have made such a mistake…Hm?

Sebek: However, this delivery slip states that this is indeed for "Malleus Draconia-sama."

Lilia: You're right. The cleaners must have made the mistake, then.

Malleus: Then, whose is that? It does seem to be a little too large to be yours, Lilia…

Lilia: It's so baggy! Well, I think most anyone else's clothes would look like that on me with my height, anyway.

Malleus: What about you, Silver?

Silver: …I tried it on, and yet it seems to be a little too long for me.

Malleus: Then the only one left is Sebek. Try it on.

Sebek: Yes, sir!

Sebek: It seems to fit me well. It is neither too large, nor too small. It's a perfect fit.

Silver: So, the accidentally swapped ceremonial robe was Sebek's. Sebek, go and check your closet.

Malleus: …Wait. Do these ceremonial robes seem quite well worn to belong to someone who has just recently enrolled?

Malleus: For an outfit that has only been worn for one entrance ceremony and washed once, it seems to be faded from multiple washes already.

Sebek: Amazing, my liege, your observational skills are unparalleled!

Silver: Then, this means it belongs to someone who has attended the ceremony many times. At the very least, it does not belong to a first year.

Malleus: …Someone who has attended the ceremony many times, you say.

Lilia: Malleus… Don't glare so reproachfully. You'll make the rightful owner of these robes shudder in fear.

[Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge]

[knock, knock, knock!]

Malleus: Hm? It seems someone has come. Let them in.

Silver: I shall go see who it is.

Lilia: …You know, Malleus. You shouldn't worry too much about not being apple to attend the ceremony.

Lilia: It's not like the staff intentionally snubbed you because they were frightened of you.

Lilia: This was just an unfortunate accident. Don't be glum.

Malleus: I am not concerned. I am used to humans avoiding my presence.

Sebek: It's absolutely inexcusable that my liege was not invited. I, Sebek, will lay my righteous judgement on all those involved!!!!

Malleus: I said I am not concerned. Don't make me repeat myself.

Sebek: Y-Yes, right!! My apologies!!!!

Lilia: Now, now, Malleus. You can't hide it from me.

Lilia: You've grown well into your position to leader Briar Valley. But even so, you are still quite young, and there is much you do not know.

Malleus: Of course understand that. That is why I enrolled here, in order to expand my views.

Lilia: You're not here to only glean knowledge, you know. Why do you think we left Briar Valley and came all this way?

Lilia: Place a hand on your heart and think on it deeply. You truly are…

Silver: Malleus-sama.

Sebek: What is it, Silver, you've interrupted Lilia-sama!! Pipe down!!!!!!!!!!!

Silver: I think your voice is much louder than mine here.

Silver: Malleus-sama, Leona-ryōchō and Ruggie have come from Savanaclaw.

Malleus: Kingscholar? That's unusual. What does he want? I don't recall setting up a meeting…

Leona: What, do we need an appointment now? You're free anyway, ain'tcha?

Ruggie: We weren't gettin' anywhere talkin' with Silver-kun, so. Excuse us just bargin' in here.

Leona: This place's as gloomy as ever. Doesn't it just depress you bein' in a dark place like this all the time?

Sebek: How dare you! That's no way to speak to the young master…!

Malleus: Sebek, you should still your tongue instead. This is the Housewarden of Savanaclaw, Kingscholar.

Malleus: He is also the second prince of the Sunset Savanna. We must pay proper respects to the royal family of other countries, as well.

Malleus: Moreover, perhaps he is here today to invite us to a party.

Malleus: What say you, Kingscholar?

Leona: Do you fae enjoy those kinds of lame jokes, or something? I just came here to hand you something.

Malleus: To me? What could it… Oh.

Sebek: …It's a set of ceremonial robes.

Lilia: Let me se. Hm… The hood is shaped differently from the others…

Lilia: Yep, this is Malleus's ceremonial robes.

Malleus: …I see, this is definitely my robes. It fits me and my horns perfectly.

Sebek: M-M-M-My liege… How utterly divine you look…!

Sebek: The mysterious charm of your horns is accentuated even further by the ceremonial robes' hood!

Malleus: Ah, right. These were custom made in order to fit my horns. I had completely forgotten.

Malleus: So you were in possession of it, Kingscholar. How generous of you to come all this way to deliver this to me.

Leona: Don't look at me, I didn't want to come all this way. But someone had to be a coward and say he couldn't drop it off himself.

Ruggie: Yeah, 'cause… C'mon. I ain't got the courage to slip into Diasomnia territory all by myself, y'know.

Lilia: It's alright if you all want to come and visit us anytime, you know? …Here's your ceremonial robes in return.

Lilia: I wonder, did they think the horn holes in the hood were for Leona's ears?

Leona: …Ugh. Now my robes smell like lizard.

Sebek: Urk, you should watch your tongue! Do you even comprehend who you're speaking about!?

Sebek: He is the King among Kings. The ruler of Briar Valley! He is not just another common man!!

Leona: What's with this guy?

Ruggie: Looks like yet another one of 'em crazed Draconians have enrolled here…

Malleus: Leave it, Sebek.

Malleus: It is also my duty as king to properly thank Kingscholar for doing such a task for me.

Leona: A king, huh…

Leona: Poor guy doesn't even know the difference between a straggler left behind by his pack, and a solitary king, huh.

Leona: You didn't even attend the last entrance ceremony, why did you wash your practically spotless robes?

Malleus: It is no concern of yours.

Leona: Sure it is. Because you did something so useless, I had to come all the way out this way.

Leona: What, were you hoping that you'll get to go next time? Pitiful. You'll probably not be invited next time, either.

Leona: You're never gonna get the chance to wear these ceremonial robes. Just hang it up already.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: …Have you ceased your yowling? My, what an unbearably noisy wild beast you are.

Leona: What'd you say?

Malleus: Oh, your ears perked up. Have I angered you? Fufu, your ears tell all.

Leona: Better than some useless decoration. Or are you saying those horns can be used to hang coats or something?

Malleus: What do you think? Give it a try, why don't you… If you can.

Malleus: I also would be fascinated to see what would happen if I were to stroke your ears.

Ruggie: …Dang, he really just fell for Leona's provocation like that. Guess Malleus-san's got a surprisingly normal side to him, too.

Silver: Hey, Sebek. Stop struggling.

Sebek: Let go of me, Silver!

Sebek: To be so rude to Malleus-sama as he is… I cannot let that man live!

Lilia: Mhmm. What a wonderful back and forth between fellow students…

Lilia: This is exactly the type of experience Malleus needs.

Leona: I can break those worthless horns off and decorate my mantle, y'know. Here, let me help you get them off.

Malleus: Then, as payment for your generosity, allow me to clip your nails.

Malleus: That is the best way to calm a feisty cat, after all.

Requested by Anonymous.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Cooking by the Book

Part 1 (ft. Riddle and Silver) I Part 2 (ft. Trey and Kalim) I Part 3 (ft. Jade and Lilia) I Part 4 (ft. Deuce and Jamil) I Part 5 (ft. Ruggie and Malleus) I Part 6 (ft. Cater and Rook)

In which Gordon Ramsay-kun is isekai’d into Twisted Wonderland. Part Food Wars, part Hell’s Kitchen, all Master Chef—Night Raven College isn’t ready to take on this Michelin Star celebrity!!

You’ve got to do the cooking by the book! ... But with Floyd and Sebek, that’s an impossible task. Between noodle sourcing squabbles and differences in their approach, how can GR ever rein these two loose cannons in?

dbjsbskdne I was so excited to write this because I love both Sebek and Floyd 😌 They make for a fun dynamic, especially when mixed in with GR~

I was busy around the initial release of this event months ago, so I’m releasing this SUPER late (but it all ends up working out, since a character cameoing in this fic is one of the new Master Chef units for May 2023). I’ll get the Idia and Ace with GR one out in a week or two 😭 Please bear with me!!

Imagine this…

If teaching the Master Chef course at NRC had taught Gordon Ramsay one thing, it was this: the kitchen was an active battle zone, and weapons of mass destruction laid in wait around every corner. It was all open flames and pointed tools... but the most dangerous thing of all to his health and his sanity?

The students.

He had dealt with his fair share of arrogant, ill-tempered chefs. Professionals who thought themselves too good to take advice, newbies who believed they were better than they actually were.

The NRC boys were a whole new ordeal altogether, Gordon realized.

“IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

A bloodcurdling shriek resounded in Ignihyde’s halls. It bounced off the cold polished floors and the metal beams and wires that stitched everything together.

At once, Gordon snapped to attention, pushing himself away from the wall and rushing to the scream’s source. The door snagged, refusing to open--he cursed loudly, slamming his palms against it and roaring, “WHAT’S GOIN’ ON IN THERE?!”

Behind the door, the wailing escalated. There was crashing, screeching, sobbing, begging. His worries ramped up, his pounding, harder and more frantic.

“I THOUGHT I COULD LEAVE YOU TWO UNDERSUPERVISED FOR ONE BLOODY SECOND!!”

Gordon’s palms were raw now, crying out in protest--and, for a wild moment, he considered ramming his entire body against the door. Just as he was preparing to throw himself at it—

Click.

Like magic, the door suddenly swung open. Sebek’s proud face appeared, wearing a smug, triumphant expression. Not good, Gordon thought.

“Rejoice, human!!, Sebek thundered happily. “The merman and I have successfully liberated Ignihyde of its excess of flash fried noodles!! We shall have plenty to use for our cooking lessons!!”

“You did WHAT?!”

“Hmph! Witness our bountiful spoils for yourself!!”

Gordon lifted his head and stared past Sebek.

In the back of the room, Floyd was squatting by Idia’s closet, packet of instant ramen in hand. Boxes and boxes of noodles—rummaged from the deepest recesses of Idia’s mancave—laid in haphazard stacks beside him, teetering precariously atop one another.

Ignihyde’s dorm leader sprawled on the floor, humbly prostrating himself between tears.

“Oi, Firefly Squid-senpai,” Floyd said lazily, using the butt of his frying pan to poke Idia on the head. “This all you got? You’d better tell the truth or else Crocodile-chan and I will squeeze you senseless~”

“Y-Yes, yes, that’s everything!!” Idia squeaked as he cowered in terror. “Y-You’ve already cleaned me out of house and home...!! J-Just take the noodles and leave this nerd alone!!”

“Hmmm...” Floyd laid his frying pan on his shoulder and contemplated. “’Kay! I don’t feel like haulin’ more stuff back to the kitchen anyway.”

“The FUCK is happening here?!”

All eyes landed on Gordon as he stormed in looking none too pleased. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his entire face creased with rage.

A mistake made on his part; he should have known—the students of Night Raven College were the most dangerous aspect in all of cooking.

It had been a sly suggestion from Floyd that started this whole mess. “I heard from a little octopus that Ignihyde’s loaded with noodles. We should go there to pick some up.”

And so Sebek and Floyd had been allowed to go off to collect the ingredients. When they didn’t return in a timely manner, Gordon’s suspicions had set in and he went to Ignihyde himself to investigate—only to stumble upon that shocking scene.

He left fuming, dragging his problem children of the day with him (Floyd) flailing and (Sebek) protesting.

“I said you could get ingredients, I didn’t say you should rob the man blind!!” Gordon grunted, shoving them both through the kitchen doors. “Right, we’ll make noodles by scratch then. Hope you boys remember what you’ve been taught.”

“What? But I don’t feel like it.”

“You should’ve thought of that before you pissed on my mood. To your stations,” their instructor barked, “now!!”

“Maaan... This sucks.”

They reluctantly slunk off, fetching flour, salt, and eggs along the way. Just as Sebek popped open a jar of white granules, Gordon shouted, “Make sure it’s not sugar this time, Zigvolt!!”

Sebek’s cheeks flamed. He shot a fierce glare back, bellowing, “I KNOW THAT!! I don’t need to be told twice! I’ve been expanded my culinary repertoire considerably since the start of this semester!!”

Floyd’s eyes shifted to Sebek’s station. A nasty plot bubbled to the surface of his mind, encouraged by the volatility of his junior’s attitude.

“Ehhh, you sure got guts snapping back to the teach, freshie,” Floyd grinned crookedly as he leaned forward at his counter. “How about you talk big when you can actually own up to it? At least I can cook without a recipe. You’ve been making little mistakes even with a recipe.”

“WHAT!! The only reason we’re even IN this predicament is due to YOUR lapse in judgment!! You INSISTED it would be more cost effective and time efficient to procure noodles in bulk from Ignihyde!”

“You’re the one that went along with me. If you were really smart, you’d have stopped us.”

“Grk…!!”

“Alright, alright, that’s enough out of the both of you!!” Gordon interrupted. “Focus on your pastas instead of stirring the pot here.”

“Tch!! I’ll show him!!” Sebek gruffly tore into a bag of flour at his table. A cloud of fine white powder filled the air, sending him into a coughing fit.

Floyd snickered—he had already shifted his own flour and salt together, forming a well in which he had cracked an egg.

Gordon raised a brow. “… Well? Get on with it then.”

The merman’s lackadaisical smile turned sharp-toothed at the suggestion. “If you say so.”

Without hesitation, Floyd stuck his entire hand into his mound of ingredients, fingers clenching around egg and flower. The yolk burst, viscous yellow coating his hand and flour flying in all directions. A stray speck flew across the aisle and hit Sebek’s forehead.

A low grow came from his throat.

Gordon scowled at Floyd. “That’s not an acceptable mixing technique.”

“That’s right!” Sebek called haughtily. “You should know better!! You’re meant to break the yolk with a fork, then steadily incorporate it into the...”

A fistful of flour suddenly exploded across Sebek’s vision. He jerked back, now boasting a flour-covered face, appalled and mouth hanging agape.

Across the way, Floyd unabashedly smirked. He waggled his yolky fingers at his classmate, incriminating himself. “Oops, my hand slipped.”

“YOU VILE KNAVE!! THIS INJUSTICE WILL NOT GO UNPUNISHED!!” Sebek shoved a hand into his own bag of flour for a counterattack. He raised his arm, and Floyd cackled, knowing his target had taken the bait.

Gordon instantly clued in on his intentions.

This was it: Floyd’s escape from the order to make noodles, to do something more fun.

“TIME OUT!!” The chef abruptly stepped between his students, forming a physical barrier between the two--but alas, too late.

The declaration of war had been made.

There was a battle cry, and then flour flying at him. Gordon fell back, grasping at his face. The world blurred into a white mess, filled with the clanging of pots and pans and erratic shouting. 

“Where are you?!” Sebek demanded between coughs (most likely preparing another projectile). “COME AND FACE ME, YOU FISHY COWARD!!”

Shuffling came from within the flour haze, metal and wooden implements rolled or tossed to the floor to attract Sebek’s attention. Wherever Floyd was in the kitchen, he was a master at avoiding detection.

All the while, Gordon swatted at the air and bellowed, “Stand down, get back to work. ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME, YOU FUCKING DONKEYS?!”

The startled cries of the cafeteria ghost chefs started filtering in.

“G-Goodness, what’s happened here?!”

Gordon lurched out of the kitchen, clinging to the doorframe to keep himself upright. He spat up a breath, then dragged a hand over his face to wipe it clean of flour. The man looked simultaneously infuriated and exhausted, the lines on his face seemingly more prominent than they had been before.

“Mr. Ramsay!! Are you alright?! What’s become of the kitchen and the students?!” one of the ghost chefs asked worriedly.

“The students,” Gordon said wearily. “That’s what happened.”

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

In "Kalim's Harem", if our Sunshine Boy was a Trans Boy, what do you think each of the boys would react to when they found out?

AWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!

So I have a lot of TWST trans headcanons so first off I'll name my personal ones (reminder everyone these are my headcanons if you don't agree or like then that's fine, you have your thoughts I have mine)

Riddle is FtM transgender who I sometimes swap in headcanon as nonbinary

Ace if FtM transgender who just got his top surgery before NRC

Cater's Cater and we all should be happy for it ^w^

Both Jade and Floyd are Intersex

Azul's nonbinary to me (I dunno octopi's anatomy is weird and I love it)

Jamil's Nonbinary but didn't come out until after Chapter 6

Vil is a genderqueen GOD

Epel's FtM transgender

Neige's in the closet of questioning (I have always been open with headcanons of him from him being trans, aroace, vegan, secretly a bitch, so that's why I wrote it like that. He's still learning things outside scripts and knowing himself)

Idia I always view as questioning but doesn't really care about pronouns, just doesn't want to deal with the whole thing of picking where he is and coming out

Same for Ortho but Ortho's just happy being Ortho

Lilia's a nonbinary bad-ass FIGHT ME

And sadly I'm not going to use my OCs Arie and Giles in this or @gay-salt-amber's OCs Esther and Amyir for this ask since the tags are glitchy for me but Esther's a beautiful wonderful enby vampy and Amyir is one hella fine and sweet Genderfluid demon

NOW ONTO THE HEADCANONS!

I think it's safe to assume Jamil knew for years

Unless you want to go the route Jamil started as Kalim's servant "friend" after he started going by he/him

In Night Raven, Kalim was very happy to be himself, but that didn't stop the slight fear of changing and someone comments on his body somehow or if someone finds his T-Shots or binder

Once he started attending classes and club activities, he started to learn he's not the only one who's different, which ease his heart and mind a bit

If Jamil knew, Jamil helped Kalim is so much of the transitioning and being carefully, even being the one who'd have to tell the teachers about it for Kalim after Kalim gave him permission, just so something comes up they can know how to handle it (periods, a malfunction with his binder or packer, someone said something, etc.)

If Jamil doesn't know, Kalim feels HORRIBLE hiding such a huge thing from his best friend

Once he started dating his lovers he became very aware he needs to come out to them properly

He does at his dorm

They all hug him and thank him for telling him

They all make sure Kalim's comfortable and not being harassed or feeling discomfort

The main protectors: Jamil, Riddle, Leona, Floyd, Rook, Sebek, and Lilia

Silver and Deuce are the worrying partners over every small thing

Ace, Riddle, and Epel are always prepared for any form of discomfort and dysphoria when it comes, also Trey and Cater but that's thanks to being here so long

Malleus once threw a dude who commented on Kalim's binder one hot day. He didn't know what it was and was confused why he was yeeted

Rollo's a bit confused by the term but he does lots of research and Kalim's open for any questions he has

One time Kalim got a few whiskers on his chin and he eagerly showed it off and was showered by so many compliments

Lowkey inspired by a real thing with my friend, Kalim had to use the foam version of his T-Shots and luckily hasn't ran out yet

When Jamil came out Kalim went shopping with him to help ease him and show he has an ally

Kind of saucy but Chenya once felt bolt and ask Kalim what sexual things are okay with and that unlocked like 10 to 20 minutes of a deep conversation of the subject cause turns out Kalim never thought of that before

The explore it safely and done very scary yet strong search results on the internet, communication is key in the end my friends

[nami-moittli]

Closeted tansfem Ortho headcanon (fuck, this is a full blown fic now, whoops):

So, I feel we can all agree that FG was Ortho’s transfem awakening, right?

(Starts to get my fanfiction hat on)

I think that when he went to his room that night after the gala, he, for some reason, didn’t want to take the body off. It felt… nice. Though he wasn’t sure why.

He played with the idea to enter sleep mode with it on, but he eventually decided to take it off. Thankful that he didn’t have any roommates due to moving into one of the unused rooms. (Even more grateful that Idia wasn’t there, though he had no idea why. He should speak to Idia about that…)

In the morning, he put on his normal happy face. He should be happy, the mission succeeded and without any casualties! Didn’t he do a good job? Silver, too! It was thanks to him that everything went well (though, not without some bumps, thanks to Jack and his sharp nose).

Jack complained about how Leona kicked him out of the dorm, and Yuu assured him that it’d probably last a week at most. Silver was oddly quiet, and the same could be said for Sebek, who was at least a few notches quieter than his normal volume, plus his eyes kept darting over to Silver. Knowing Sebek, Ortho’d have to check up on them later.

Three days had passed, yet Ortho still couldn’t stop thinking about the Gala. About how he looked. Finally, he took the body out to look at himself, finding that that night he had gone 6 hours, 15 minutes and 37 seconds staring at himself(?) in the mirror, from all different angles. (He(?) wondered how he’d(?) look with longer hair)

He(?) even pulled out his(?) Stargazer Gear the next day after school. He(?) wondered if he(?) was able to literally dream. When he(?) entered sleep mode, would his (?) powered off heart still be awake? What would it see, in those.

It had been five days, and the freshman that had become his(?) friends were starting to notice. They’d ask if he(?) was okay, and he’d(?) always respond the same, that he(.) was fine!

That didn’t stop their worrying though. At least it wasn’t as bad as Idia’s worries. (He(?) never managed to ask him about his(?) odd feelings. In fact, over the five days since the Gala, his(?) feelings on not telling his(?) brother about what he(?) was thinking about only seemed to strengthen.)

(It was bad. Ortho knew that. Yet every time he(?) tried to say something, it wouldn’t come out.)

(He(?) wasn’t sure what the worst part is.)

During Film Research Club, Vil Schoenheit would sometimes give him(?) odd looks. It felt as if Vil Schoenheit could see right through his(?) eyes and into his(?) soul.

(That was bad too. Avoiding Vil Schoenheit during practices. Finding a way out of every conversation while maintaining interest so as to not appear rude.)

(The thought of skipping entered his(?) mind every once in awhile. He(?) never followed through though, of course. Every thing was fine, so why should he(?)? He(?) probably just had a bug.)

On the seventh day after the Gala, though it felt like a million years, (Ortho didn’t realize how feelings could mess with your sense of time so. It suddenly made a lot more sense as to how living beings could loose track of time so easily) Ortho asked Yuu what it felt like to be a girl in an all boys school. It was something Ortho had always wondered about, but for some reason, this felt way more, real, than his(?) previous inquisitions.

When he asked Yuu, she gave him(?) a smile that made him(?) sure that she was the embodiment of the word agape.

(For some reason, he(?) felt like crying. He(?) wasn’t entirely sure why, though.)

Later that day, Ortho asked Epel Felmier what it was like to look so feminine, to always be mistaken as a girl.

Dispite Epel Felmier’s words, the experience didn’t seem that bad to him(?).

(He(?) felt as though their perspectives on him(?) had changed after their conversations. He(?) thinks hers(?) did too.)

That night, she(?) decided to try to modify her(?) Fairy Gala attire a little bit. Just longer hair that went down to the bottom of her(?) shoulder pieces.

She(?) liked how it looked on her(?) even more now, how the pink and blue hair lit up her(?) otherwise dark room.

(Maybe she(?) should do the same to her(?) Stargazer gear next.)

At Film Research Club that next day, Vil Schoenheit took her(?) aside and asked her(?) if she(?) wanted to play a female role this time in the next short film the club was making. He explained it as ‘wanting a more varied cast, and that having an all male cast of characters could only do so much in the long run. And with Ortho’s looks, “he” could easily pull off a feminine character, and no one who didn’t know “him” would be able to tell.’

(They both knew. And suddenly the feeling of Vil Schoenheit staring into her(?) very spirit didn’t seem as intrusive. In fact, it felt comforting now.)

(She(?) now tried to extend her(?) time with Vil Schoenheit now, rather than run away from it. Now, she(?) just tried to avoid Idia. A thought she(?) couldn’t even manage just a two weeks ago.)

By now, her(?) friends had caught onto the fact that something was wrong with her(?), though only Yuu, Epel Felmier, and maybe Ace Trappola, from the looks he gave her(?), had any idea as to what was wrong. (Or right, one could say.)

Her(?) friends would leave little presents for her(?), which was nice, though not always fully functional, like the pear-flavored sweets Jack Howl had left on her(?) desk one day were.

(She(?) appreciated the gesture though, as she(?) did with the dress Yuu (& Grim!) had made from an old curtain, the plushie of a bear with a pink poppy in its collar Epel Felmier made, the pink ribbon that had a white butterfly on it Ace Trappola gave her(?), the tamagotchi Sebek Zigvolt gave her(?) and the locket necklace that had a picture of all the freshman (minus Yuu, who Ortho could only assume was taking said picture) Deuce Spade gave to her(?). Among the other assorted trinkets that she’d(?) get from them. She loved and treasured them all.)

She(?) knew that it was bad that she(?) was avoiding her(?) big brother, so she(?) decided to spend some time with him in his room, playing Star Rouge II in his room, like they did before the fairies had decided that the Botanical Garden would be the best place to host their Gala this year.

It was nice, hanging out with Idia like this. Though for some reason, she(?) couldn’t let herself fully relax.

She(?) hated it.

She(?) spent the night alone in her(?) empty room, that should be holding four freshmen, with only her(?) pink flames to light the room as she(?) wondered what she(?) would dream about if she(?) was capable of doing so.

A week has passed by since then, and she’d(?) still hang out with her(?) friends, play a daring princess as she saves herself despite all the odds stacked against her in FRC, play Star Rouge II with Idia after that until it’s time to go back to her(?) own room, which she(?) then spends anywhere from 30 minutes to up to two hours staring at her(?) reflection, trying out different hairstyles and looking at herself(?) from every angle she(?) can, before finally entering sleep mode for the night.

This night, however, with her(?) Stargazer gear on, her(?) flaming blue hair tied up into two high pigtails, she(?) heard a knock on her(?) door.

Scrambling so as to not be seen like this, she(?) quickly heads to her(?) closet to hide and change into her(?) (unchanged) dorm uniform.

The voice from outside her(?) door wasn’t one she(?) was expecting though, as it was Ace Trappola who said, “Ortho! You in there? I want to talk.”

Realizing that it was just her fellow freshman, (plus one that probably knew) she(?), after a few moments of wondering, responded with, “Come in!”

The door opened with a mechanical “whoosh” sound as the copper haired boy entered the room that was way too big for one occupant.

Slowly, carefully, Ortho stepped out of her(?) closet, still in her(?) Stargazer gear, pigtails flaming up in all their glory. Though her(?) hair was not like her(?) brothers, and it wasn’t even her(?) Gala gear, she(?) was sure that the tips were tinted pink.

Ace Trappola’s eyes fell onto her(?) and she(?) started to spin a small lock of her(?) hair around her(?) right index finger. A seemingly nervous stim that she(?) had started to do ever since gaining a “heart.”

Ace Trappola just sighed at the sight of her(?) as he plopped down on her(?) bed.

“Sit down.” He told her(?). “Like I said, I wanna talk, and it’s going to be a bit awkward if you’re just floating there.”

Flicking the piece of flame out of her(?) hold, she(?) complied with his request and sat down next to him, giving a good distance of approximately two feet between them.

Ace Trappola gave her(?) an odd look, and she(?) felt the need to twirl her(?) hair once more. If it was down right now, then she’d(?) probably be running her(?) hands through the warm, but not burning fire.

“So,” Ace Trappola started. He let out another deep sigh and sat up straight to look at her(?). “I’m going to get straight to the point here, Ortho. Sorry if I’m wrong, though I doubt it, but,”

She(?) could’ve sworn her(?) metal chest tightened right then and there, as Ace Trappola said his next words.

“Are you trans?” He asked. It was like a weight had been lifted off of her body, yet at the same time, a new one had replaced it. (Or maybe it was always there, and she just never realized.)

She sat there for a moment, her processing skills were second to none, her amazing older brother made sure of that, but in this moment, it was like she needed an eternity to be able to speak again.

Thankfully, Ace Trappola snapped her out of it by saying, “Hit the nail right on the head, didn’t I?”

“Hm?” She blinked a few times as her hand fell to her lap from her hair. “Oh, yeah. You really did, Ace Trappola!” She chuckled lightly.

He looked at her for a moment before saying, “Figured. Ever since I saw you during the Gala, flying around in all of your pink, spring fairy glory, I knew that there was something off about you.”

That surprised her. “Really? You, you could tell back then?”

Ace Trappola smirked and let out a soft laugh as her laid down on the bed. “Not exactly, but yeah. I may not be as good as you when it comes to reading faces, but if I’m focusing hard enough, then I’d say I’m pretty accurate. And I had a really good view of the world thing too, so I could tell that something changed a bit at the runway.”

“Huh.” Ortho said, thinking about that. Ace Trappola may not have the best grades, but, he has shown to be very observant, hasn’t he? Something about that made her feel like she was smiling.

“At first I thought it was just you changing colors and all that,” he said, making a small jazz hand gesture when he said ‘changing colors.’ “But as time went on, I realized, ‘Oh. So that’s what’s wrong with her. She’s a her.’”

“Really?” She asked playfully.

Returning her tone, Ace Trappola sat up saying, “Well, not exactly, but that was the basics of it, yeah.”

Both teens let out a small laugh together.

“Well, now that that’s out of the way,” Ace Trappola started. “I have one more question.”

His mood became a bit more serious, and with the way he looked at her, she knew that he was going to say something that she probably wasn’t going to like.

“Oh really?” She asked, slightly apprehensively. “What is it?”

“Now, you don’t have to do it right now, but,” Ace Trappola said to her. “When are you going to tell Idia?”

Shit.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you avoiding him.” Ace Trappola said, as she looked away from him, instead finding interest in a spot in the corner of her large room. Her finger twirling a small part of her bangs. “Listen, it’s not like I’m forcing you to do anything, but you two are like, always together. I would’ve figured he’d be the first person you talked to about this.”

Ortho wished she could take in a breath right now, maybe it’d help calm her circuits.

“I,” she started carefully. “Wanted to tell him about this.”

Ace Trappola hummed an understanding, letting her know that she can continue.

“But, whenever I try,” She said, her hands falling into her line of sight. “I just, can’t.” She curled her fingers into fists.

“Uhuh.” Ace Trappola said. “And, why not?”

“Huh? Why not?”

“Uhuh. Why not?”

“I, I don’t know!”

“C’mon, you’re like, really smart. Plus, you’re always trying to find the root cause of things. I know you’ve thought about this before, Orth. Why not?”

Taking a moment to respond, she brought one of her legs up onto the bed. She wrapped her arms around it and buried her head in the crevice, saying, “I didn’t realize emotions would be this hard…”

Ace Trappola just lightly chuckled and said, “That’s fair. But, it’s still not an answer.”

Letting out a quiet groan as she shifted herself to sit crisscrossed on the bed, she then spoke, “You’re right… I do think it’s part of it though. It’s just, whenever I try, I just, can’t. And it’s really frustrating! Though, I think that it might be because…”

“Yeah? What is it?” Ace Trappola smiled, like he was gently nudging her on. It was kinda funny, it almost reminded her of whenever she would help him, Deuce Spade and Grim with their homework, letting them figure the answer out on their own. That thought made her want to laugh, but she needed to do this right now.

“I think, no. It’s because of the fact that I was built to be Ortho Shroud. An eight year old boy who died eight years ago. I know that I’m choosing to be Idia’s younger sibling now, but the thought of deviating from that, it’s… scary.”

That, felt good, to get off of her chest.

“Is that why you still look so young?” Ace Trappola asked. “Because you’re still imitating a dead eight year old?”

“Well, yes, but-“ She, admittedly, was not expecting him to focus on that part.

“But if he died eight years ago, then he’d be sixteen right now, too. So why’re you still holding onto both his age and his gender? Do I need to tell you to ‘just be yourself’?”

“I mean-“

“Oh, who am I kidding. That is what I’m doing right now.” He turned to look at her in the eyes. “Ortho, just be yourself. No matter who you’re supposed to be, you’re not anymore. Ever since you gained your heart, you’ve had the right to be able to choose who you are, no matter what. Just. Be. Yourself.”

Oh.

Oh.

She felt water coming from her eyes, it soon started to pool and pour over her mask. It took a second to realize what it was. She wasn’t aware that she was able to cry.

“Oh, Ortho, are, you good?” Ace Trappola asked her, seeing a bit frazzled at the sight of her crying.

“I, I think so, yeah. I just, I think, that I needed to hear that.” She explained between wiping her face with her hands. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be doing much help.

“Do, uh, you need a tissue or something?” Ace Trappola asked.

That got a small laugh out of her. “Yes, probably, there should be a box in the lounge, if you don’t mind grabbing one.”

Ace Trappola nodded as he stood up to exit the room.

_—_—_

“Are you good now, for real this time?” Ace Trappola asked.

“Yeah, I think so.” She responded. “Thank you.”

He scoffed lightly and put a hand behind his head, grinning, “Heh, no problem! To be honest, I’m glad you just started crying. The last two times I’ve had to call someone out, it ended with a fight!”

“Really? When?” Ortho asked, a bit surprised.

“Oh y’know, Riddle’s overblot and that freaky ghost princess that was trying to kill your brother through a kiss.” He replied nonchalantly.

“Oh. Only we could say something like that happened so casually.” She laughed.

Ace Trappola returned it and said, “Yeah. It’s like every week some crazy shit happens to us. Think all my surprise and fear has long since drained away!”

The two freshmen laughed together for a little while, before Ortho spoke,

“I think I’m going to go tell Idia now.” She resolved.

“Got it.” Ace Trappola said. His smile and response was comforting. She was going to do this.

“Ah, I should probably get changed out of this now though, thank you again, Ace Trappola.”

“Course. I think it’s just my job to call people out now, and you’re one of my best friends. I ain’t gonna let you just stay like that.”

“I’m one of your best friends?”

“Uh, yeah? Duh. Anyway, I best be going now. Good luck on talking to your brother, Orth!”

And with that, he left.

She felt as if she could take on the world, right about now. What’s having one little conversation with her brother?

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And I’m done with this! Sorry if you wanted a conversation between the Shroud sibs, but I do NOT feel like doing that 👍

I’m leaving this up to your ✨imagination✨

Anyway, hope y’all liked it. This was not meant to be a fic a first, but oh well. I think it turned out pretty well. I’m probably gonna reread this later and find a million mistakes, but that’s fairly normal, so idrc rn!

Anyway, go vote Ortho transfem: @transfemtwsttourney

[themaladaptivewriter12]

Mirai Yuhara and Heartslabyul

Mirai | Ramshackle | Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia | Staff |

c/w: none

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Ace Trappola

You couldn't tell if the two hated each other or liked each other

One moment they're at each other's throats, and the next moment, they're laying on each other, scrolling through Magicam

Most of their relationships consists of flipping each other off

or constantly jabbing at each other

Ace: "'Sup, Loser" Mirai: "Hey, Moron" Ace: "Bastard" Mirai: "Jerkface" *slappy fight noises can be heard and Riddle's scolding*

They once got in a fight that lasted about a week

The rest of the Freshmen were so annoyed their their moping that Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek, and Ortho locked them in a storage closet until the made up

And let's just say things were said, voices were raised, and tears were shed

Partners in crime Ψ( `∀)(∀´ )Ψ

Anything that goes wrong on campus can most likely be traced back to Mirai and Ace

The frogs had been let loose? It was Mirai and Ace. Someone TP'ed the Courtyard? It was Mirai and Ace. There was a brawl between the Freshamn class? It was Mirai and Ace.

Stupid late night convos that sometimes lead to arguments in the morning

Ace: "This you?" *sends a pic of some ugly fish* Mirai: "Nah, but this is you" *sends the ugly pic of Ace he secretly took* Ace: "DELETE THAT NOW!" Mirai: "No" The next day, fighting ensues

Ace Trappola - Dating Mirai Yuhara

Not much changes

Just like above, you can't tell if they're together or not

They're not too public about it

their pet names are any insult they can come up with atm

Although, if you are unlucky, you just might find them in some secluded part of the hall sucking face

They fight often

No it's not healthy, Trey has told them so, but they always bounce back

Their silliness is honestly how they show affection

Ace and Mirai at Basketball practice Ace: "This is for you, Mirai!" *Shoots the ball and proceeds to miss* Mirai: ......凸(`△´＃)

Deuce Spade

Mirai is slow when it comes to his academics as well, so he can relate to Deuce with his academic struggles

they do their hw toghter, but it normally doesn't end well

most of the time they get help from Trey or something

if Deuce is fighting, so is Mirai (((ง’ω’)و三 ง’ω’)ڡ≡　☆⌒ﾐ((x_x)

And sometimes, Mirai is his voice of reason

patches Deuce up if needed

Mirai: "Deuce, we talked about the fighting" Deuce: "I know." Mirai: "At least invite me next time, we can whop 'em together."

grocery shopping buddies because Deuce always gets the best deals

goes to Deuce's track meets to cheer him and Jack on

Mirai also brings snacks

Cheers Deuce up when he's down

especially when Ace is the cause

and Mirai has and will beat Ace for it

Cater Diamond

Has a mega crush on Cater

Likes to try out different trends with Cater

likes to let cater dress him up and give him makeovers for fun

Does best friend quizzes to see what they get

Cater: "It says we're hardly friends." Mirai: "Lies! What my favorite color?" Cater: "Blue" Mirai: "Food?" Cater: "Blueberries" Mirai: "Hobby?" Cater: "Gaming" Mirai: "See, you know me."

Likes accompanying Cater to cafes so he can have the little cakes

Cater is Mirai's most trusted Junior

Let's Cater confide in him with things he's insecure about

Cue the therapy session and the tears

but that's okay, whatever happens in that room, stays in that room

gossip sessions are a must! And there's lots of them

Sleepovers! o(≧▽≦)o

No matter if it's Ramshackle or Heartslabyul, they always have a blast

Cater teaches Mirai how to skateboard

It doesn't go well at first

Mirai likes to tell Cater about the Media back home

anything he can remember he tells

Mirai just loves how fascinated Cater gets when he does

And did I mention the crush?

Cater Diamond - Dating Mirai Yuhara

Mirai has a MAJOR crush on Cater

They are the couple everyone hates!

Because either you envy them

Or you're just plain disgusted at how sappy they are

*Cater running up to hold Mirai in his arms* Cater: "Hey, Baby" *kiss* "My, little muffin" *kiss* "My, Sugarplum" Mirai: "I missed you too, hun" *kiss* Cater: "What do you wanna do, Babydoll?" MIrai: I don't know, but there's this totally hot strawberry blonde that just mig-" Ace: "GET A ROOM!"

Pet names all the time, those are a must!

and so are kisses (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

and hugs and cuddles are a must too!

Always touching somehow ♡ (˘▽˘>ԅ( ˘⌣˘)

In class? Their ankles and intertwined. "At lunch? Their knees are touching. After school? They walk hand in hand.

They don't post much on Magicam, but when they do, Cater likes to keep his followers guessing

They do couples quizzes, do couples trends on Magicam, and wear couples outfits

Anything can be a date!

they move so flawlessly together, it was like it was meant to be!

Trey Clover

Mirai helps a lot with baking

Trey even started to give him pointers

Fingerprints left in the dough

Who knows where they came from? ┐('～`;)┌

Trey: "Prefect?" Mirai: "Yes, Trey?" Trey: "Why is there a fingerprint in my cookie dough?" Mirai: "I don't know" *slowly tries to escape* Trey: "Shall we compare prints then?" Mirai: (⊙_⊙) Trey: ▓▒░(°◡°)░▒▓

Unofficial official batter/dough taster

Trey doesn't mind

Mirai prefers Trey as a study partner

Hes the best at explaining things

and he's patient

and for every right answer, Trey gives Mirai a cookie

Riddle Rosehearts

Mirai finds the second year very pretty

but ofc he won't say it in front of the Heartslabyul Housewarden, lest he wants to lose his head

Again

*Mirai staring at Riddle* Riddle: "It's rude to stare, you know" Mirai: "Did you know you have pretty eyelashes?" Riddle: "I do not!" Mirai: "You do. All of you is pretty!" Riddle: ∑(O_O;) Mirai: (O u O) Riddle: "Off with your head!"

Tea time with Riddle

Mirai likes those moments, because Riddle is always his most relazed

He's more open and himself during those moments

Mirai loves the Unbirthday parties and is happy Riddle always extends an invite

Mirai likes to paint the roses red as well

But he always loses to Riddle at Croquet

But then again, it's not so bad, at least Riddle is happy

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This took way longer than expected, but it's done! You can see who my biases are *Cough* *Cough* Cater and Ace * Cough* *Cough* But I tried to give them all enough content

And as you can see, Mi-Mi is shipped with Ace and Cater. This will be a reoccurring theme with these. All of my faves will get a dating bracket with Mi-Mi!

Anyways, stay tuned for my next part, Savanaclaw!

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Back with more replies! I’ll try to answer some of the shorter ones today… most of them are related to either my previous replies or drawings, but there are also some related to ships in general.

Anonymous asked:

I know y'all have already been spoiled on quite a bit related to book 7, but I hope this won't ruin it any when you decide to go through it. You already know this, but Toboso Yana's storytelling is very high quality and FUN :) fans are focusing on major plot points right now, but even the little details and the way that plot points are presented are very important for the experience!!

Yeah, some of the spoilers are unavoidable, but I’m sure there are a lot of things we still have no idea about, and we’re definitely going to enjoy them tremendously once we’re at that point~ I love how you pointed out that Toboso’s writing is FUN, and I agree with you completely. There is so much to dive into and think about in her stories, not just the major plot points. We’re super looking forward to checking all of it out. This is actually one of the reasons we want to wait until the book 7 is done and we’ve rewatched all of the previous chapters.

Thank you for your understanding <3

Anonymous asked:

eels got some cake &lt;3

(this one and the next one are related to this drawing)

Hehe, they doooo~ big bois

hipsterteller asked:

I saw the new fanart and asked Who did they kill?

Honestly just some guy they needed to take care of~ or a bunch of guys. The negotiations don’t always go as planned…

Anonymous asked:

Personally, i always saw Floyd as a virgin because who in their right mind would want to sleep with him?! (I'm so sorry, Floyd, simps).

Everyone is scared of him, and for a good reason, I mean LOOK at HIM!!

(this one and the next one are related to this post)

Floyd really is terrifying, and people do try to avoid him, and for a good reason indeed! But at the same time Floyd seems to be quite charming and popular?? I don’t know how exactly to describe it, I guess Floyd is the hell ride that you know for sure will kill you, but you can’t help but get drawn to it. Plus Floyd is good at capturing his prey lol

artfulhero-m asked:

I just read those first time headcanons, Sebek x Idia? I didn't even realize that was a ship, what's the context behind it? Also how much do you ship it cause now I need to know more about what you think about the ship lol.

Oh we ship them quite strongly~ They’re kind of one of our favourite dynamics: a strict and rules-obsessed loud musclebrain + a snarky cynical little troll who is physically weak but know exactly what to say to get on the first guy’s nerves. It’s very specific I know lol

These two got to interact during the Glorious Masquerade and the Harveston events! I feel like every time they interact they end up pissing each other off, because Sebek really doesn’t like Idia’s attitude (he’s WHINY and he’s UNWORTHY he just CAN’T HAVE the same position as MALLEUS!) and Idia gets defensive and starts making fun of Sebek for being loud, self-righteous and not very smart.

We have a whole tag with replies and drawings of them, and even one hc post. So if you haven’t seen it, feel free to check it out!

Anonymous asked:

Catching up on old asks and realizing that I am a little pervert who’d like to see the (genderswapped) cast in their underwear bc they are too pretty (and also because I am thinking that Epel’s whole bra closet is all cute apple themes)

(this one is related to this post)

Awww, Epel really would have cute apple-themed underwear! I haven’t thought much about patterns and designs for all the girls, but I would really love to draw all of them one day… I’ll draw some if we’re lucky 💪😔

I’m very happy you like the idea and enjoyed the post!

Anonymous asked:

TBH the condom post was kinda funny. I like how it basically boils down to: Yea, they all mostly know they should be wearing them, but they're all a bunch of kinky fucks so no one really does

Thank you, Anon!! I’m glad you find it funny lol

They really are a bunch of kinky fucks… they shouldn’t be allowed to have sex at all :(

Anonymous asked:

Hello fuck boy

If I’m not mistaken, we got this ask just after posting the Judar sketch yesterday…

And if it’s not directed at him, then oh hi! :3

Anonymous asked:

have u played bg3

Nope, we haven’t.

Anonymous asked:

Have you guys seen or played through Death Plate on itch. io?

It's a nice small RPG game and I am absolutely obsessed with it

We haven’t seen it, but it looks quite interesting!

Thank you for your recommendation, Anon <3

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Okay weird ship take: Riddle and Ortho

It’s a fun one! We aren’t super into it, but their interactions during the Halloween event were pretty sweet. Ortho seems to understand how Riddle’s psyche work surprisingly nicely + I really want them to hang around at some puzzle/quest thing lol

Anonymous asked:

Ooohh, Seberollo sounds real fun! Maybe Rollo would try to get Sebek to embrace his magicless human side. I think that if he knew about his father's circumstances, he would feel the same pitying concern that he showed when Yuu told him that they got used to all the magic nonsense. Of course, this would only annoy Sebek more and more.

Or maybe they could bond over their shared distrust of goats. Curse you, twst fandom, for getting me invested in all these cool rarepairs!

You made such a good point, Anon; Sebek really is special in a way! He could stay as magicless as his dad, but he acts so loud and obnoxious about being a fae and worshipping Malleus Draconia of all people… he’s clearly misguided. But I feel like even if Rollo had this idea of making Sebek reconsider his own identity and being, he would change his mind the moment he sees Sebek again. He is so… so insufferable, it’s not worth it….

They could bond over their distrust of goats though, it would be so funny and almost cute. That one goat has made two mortal enemies lol

Anonymous asked:

Vil being Idia's inlaw? Yeah, this is worst than their time in school.

MUCH worse. I feel like even if Vil wasn’t Idia’s inlaw, he would still be surprisingly present in his and Ortho’s life, but if they’re legit family? Be ready for nagging, Idia, he WILL make your life better whether you want it or not.

Anonymous asked:

Ace and Riddle would have the most fucking embarassing crushes on each other thinking they're good at hiding it... NEWS FLASH ASSHOLES. EVERYONE KNOWS. WE KNEW SINCE DAY ONE.

I know right, they’re SO OBVIOUS IT’S ALMOST PAINFUL TO WATCH. LIKE OUCH.

And they would be in denial for so long…

nopekido asked:

Floyd x Riddle headcannon that after having hard, rough smex, Riddle’s ass would be in a lot of pain and he’d have to use something as a walking stick just so he could be able to walk properly. He’d be all shaky and would have his hair be all messed up. He would be able to stand (let alone walk) properly for days (weeks if Floyd’s in heat)

Oh poor Riddle… I feel like I say it every time, but THIS is what his mother meant when she told him not to hang out with other kids! OF COURSE he would get stuck with some horrible bandit whose dick is way too big for Riddle’s tiny butt-

[yourgildedcage]

"The World of Another Who Looks Like You"

Chapter 6: Malleus (alter) cannot Be normal. He does try though

Point of Origin: Mortal World

Having enough tea, Azul went into Malleus's room he decided it was time to look and see the damage done to Malleus's room in a attempt to look for clues as to where he was.

The closet door was hanging open displaying the winter clothes on the left side and summer ones on the right. The entire room smelled like dried roses. 'Just like Malleus', Azul thought quietly.

He pulled out Malleus's gift out his pocket; a red dried rose pressed into a glass mold in the shape of a rose. Azul chuckled thinking about how they both got each other the same gift the only difference was the name in gold ink on the back and that his gift to malleus had a dark red nearly black rose.

"Why don't we trade gifts? It'll be like doing each other a favor!" Azul had suggested that Valentine's day.

He walked over to Malleus's desk. The ebony painted oak wood cluttered with papers and odd things that probably went in the one of the desk drawers.

Azul sighed his eyebrow twitching in irritation.

'They could at least put his stuff back where they found it. It's not like it's hard.'

He stacked all the math notes in the first drawer on the left recalling that's where they were one of the previous times he was in Malleus's room. He returned the reading and science ones to their respective drawers on the right side.

"Alright all better," Azul stood up closing his eyes contentedly. Then he opened one as a realization came to him.

"Oh what did I come in here for again?"

He shoved his hands into his coat pockets discreetly keeping the picture he found.

"Hm maybe it was to feel closer to Malleus..."

Turning around he walked around the wall blocking view of the actual bed and huge pile of clothes and books and  the others had simply thrown on the bed.

"Good feelings gone," Azul clenched his fists his face barely hiding his rage.

Hours later he had put all the clothes back and he determinedly ignored the black and white striped large travel trunk.

Currently on Twisted Wonderland~

"For starters would you like to tell me your relationship with.. The other NRC students, and their academic status?" Riddle asked taking a seat and opening a spare notebook.

"You're using me to keep track of the academic improvement of you and your classmates? What a workaholic!" Malleus alter laughed cheerfully and Riddle flushed wondering if he overstepped. But he was being cheerful about it...

[Timeskip]

Malleus alter returned to Diasomnia.

Riddle was almost completely the same as the one he knew. He still only had a vague idea what a overblot was and figured it wasn't his place to ask such a thing to Riddle.

Immediately approaching him was Lilia who looked rather curious about something. At least that's what he could figure given that he purposely sought him out. With a small smile he asked " is there something troubling you, Lilia?" To which he was surrounded by this universe's version of himself, Sebek and Silver. He knew that currently there was no reason to present themselves as a threat and yet he couldn't help but feel on guard.

"Did something... happen?" He asked turning around so that he was facing Silver, but still in a position where if Lilia or Sebek chose to attack he could defend himself. He was especially on guard around Lilia since he knew Lilia would choose something that wouldn't be perceived as dangerous, such as tickling, to lower his defenses.

"We each had a vision one that was a memory, obviously not ours, of you." Lilia stated using magic to pull up a chair to sit in.

"I myself am used to having strange dreams but I admit the dream of you struggling at handling that China cabinet despite doing well against those robbers, was quite a shock," Silver stated calmly.

'You don't sound very shocked' Malleus alter thought.

Malleus alter blinked. "You saw... What now?"

"It appears with you being here we are able to see our counterparts' memories, mainly ones involving you." Malleus stated making direct eye contact with his human alternate world self. Sparing a glance at Sebek he could see he wasn't too pleased about this.

"So the exact memory you saw was September 23, when Lilia left us all alone to go on a three day business trip. And the three of us were at home when the house was broken into the day Lilia was supposed to come back?" He asked. They gave a small nod in response except Lilia who pushed forward a cup of tea on a table he was certain wasn't there before and Malleus alter grimaced internally.

He put his hand to his chin trying to think. He'd walked off and had subtly moved from the little circle his alternate self and his family's counterparts had made. He wondered if they noticed yet. 

Lilia tried for a smile "I know myself well enough to know it was taken care of and they were taught a lesson they'd never walk away from," he poured himself a cup via magic. "But I am curious. I'd like to know right now if there's anything we should know about before I see it in the memories of my alternate universe counterpart." "The same goes for the rest of us" Malleus stated so Malleus Alter got the feeling that wasn't the only memory he saw.

Silver sat down and actually drank his cup of tea. Both Malleus and Malleus Alter had yet to sit down and Sebek was adding a bit of cream to his.

"Well the truth is I... I have lots of friends who are precious to me. Like Riddle, Ace, Deuce and Ortho. My boyfriend, and my sort of friend Leona--"

"I have another question. What is your relationship with Leona Kingscholar?" Malleus asked his alternate self. Malleus alter startled and seemed to not be prepared for the question.

"The memory of you doing that reckless thing isn't the only vision I saw. I have lots of visions, albeit brief ones of you letting Leona inside the house you appear to be living in, inside your room, in your bed..." At this Malleus realized he probably shouldn't have said the last one since Malleus alter seemed to glare at him for bringing it up.

Instead Malleus alter sighed in resignation. "It's complicated between me and Leona,"

"try explaining anyway?" Malleus suggested earning another glare from his alternate self.

"Oh that's what you meant about not wanting to be judged. You're..."

"Pansexual" Malleus alter interrupted.

Everyone looked confused. "Idia explained it to me once," he commented quickly. Trying to think of way to explain it without explaining all the sexuality preferences.

"Look it's not that I'm not attracted to girls. I am it's just I don't really care about gender or sexuality. It's not that important to me," Malleus alter shrugged.

"You mean you're not a virgin anymore?" Lilia asked his eyes smiling.

"No-- wait wha--?" Malleus alter blinked realizing what he just answered. Malleus blinked owlishly as if processing the information.

"Yeah I walked into that one," Malleus alter sighed.

Malleus alter sat down in front of a open history book. Probably part of Sebek's homework,  and rested his chin on his left hand. His other arm folded so it was on the book. He honestly looked kind of bored reading it since it was mostly the same except for some of the names and a few minor events being altered.

Lilia observed Malleus Alter read and couldn't help but notice how similar to Malleus he was. 'They really are the same person,' he thought noting the straight posture, the breathing, the way his face had that bored look when he "read" to look busy so he wouldn't be bothered or when he was told to read something he already read and instead was thinking about his parents-- wait a minute.

"Malleus.. Ah alter are you not particularly interested in the history book?" Lilia asked curiously.

"The book was good up till the point where it started spitting vile insults," Malleus alter scoffed closing the book with a bit of a harsh slam.

"Well that's how history is... It isn't pretty," Lilia tried to say gently.

"I know that. It's just not what happened in my world" Malleus alter stared out the window.

"I keep forgetting I'm here and not there..."

"Malleus alter would you mind telling me about your history in comparison to what you read?" Lilia smirked taking the book from him.

Malleus stared at him. "The Draconia family has a long history I don't think--" he started then sighed "of course you're happy to have new information"

"... I could bit I'm still processing alot of stuff it'll have to wait" Malleus alter rubbed on a lock of hair.

"I'll be more than happy to share it in my report to her Majesty," Lilia said cheerfully.

Malleus alter stared at him blankly for a moment.

"Malleus alter are you alright?" Silver asked.

"Oh yeah I'm fine I just had a weird flashback or sense of deja vu. Probably nothing."

Malleus stood alone with his alternate self. Curiously his eyes tilted toward him. "..So you and Leona Kingscholar...?" He asked raising a eyebrow.

"Its not what you think.. It was more of a..." He paused opening the book and flipping the pages.

"It... Was.." He faltered. Did he really want to tell his alternate self things he hasn't really explained to his own Lilia?

"Do you still have feelings for him?" Malleus asked but it almost sounded harsh.

"No"

"Then what's holding you back?" Malleus alter tilted his head curiously.

"It's hard to explain. He was there for me... I enjoyed his company even when we argued and got competitive. It was fun," mallleus alter seemed to be gathering himself better now. Malleus's eyebrow twitched with slight irritation.

"I didn't mind letting him sleep in my room and when we slept together it was more for our stressfully complex lives." Malleus glanced at his alternate self.

"W-what?" He stood up turning to face him.

"You had sex with him because--" malleus asked in disbelief.

"that's right it was our way of having someone to talk to." Malleus alter stated making it all more vague.

Malleus alter watched the small minor reactions to conclude that his other self of Twisted Wonderland seemed baffled.

Maybe Leona was different here..?

"Did... Kingscholar do it to anger you?" Malleus asked quietly.

"No of course not. If Leona even tried to put his hands on me without my permission knowing I can't get away with harming him till I'm 20, I would have had Lilia kill him for me," Malleus alter scoffed.

"There was nothing between us. We simply did it because it took our fancy. It had no emotional ties to it as per our agreement since he kept voming over to my place to avoid going home. It wasn't a relationship but more something we grew into.  It got what we wanted to say to each other across easier than sitting on my bed and staring at the wall in awkward silence for three hours"

"How was your first time anyway?" Malleus asked his curiosity finally burning through his reserved and composed nature. Malleus alter tilted his head and had a odd little smile. "So many people want me to tell them things today!" He remarked.

He sat down on the bed in Malleus's VIP dorm room.

"That's personal!"

But I'm older than you," Malleus stated.

Malleus alter laughed "so? I'm closer to 18 then you which basically makes me the adult here"

***The next morning***

"I have a spare gym uniform!" Lilia said proudly

"You mean you threw together whatever spare clothes you figured I wouldn't need anymore right?" Malleus corrected wearing his own gym uniform.

"I don't go to this school do I really need to go to gym class?" Malleus alter asked.

Yes!" Lilia grinned "it'll be good practice!"

"Practice for what exactly? I can't use magic remember?" He asked

Lilia got a odd glint in his eye.

"Oh. You wanna test my skills and compare me to the me you got to raise. Of course you do" Malleus alter sighed.

Malleus alter ran a hand through his hair.

"I'll just park my backside right here..." He sat down on the roof.

"Hey! Draconia! What are you doing--" Vargas yelled.

"I'll just stay here and watch." Malleus alter announced "Surely there's no problem with that?" He asked as a afterthought.

Everything was somewhat boring until the next class showed. Malleus alter noticed that Azul was in this class and decided to move to the stands. If anyone noticed they didnt say anything.

"If they are also doing that broom riding thing it'll be interesting to tell Azul that this universe's version of him seems to have overcome his fear of heights~!' He thought smiling a little at the idea.

**Azul's p.o.v.**

Azul was doing well, he actually went higher than two feet in the air but it fell apart when he looked down and saw how high he was and lost control of the broom. Then he fell off. He didn't scream in panic but he did yelp and figured he might sprain his ankle or something. The force of landing on the ground never cane and instead Azul felt the warmth of someone who caught him. His heart nearly caught in his throat as he opened his eyes and saw Malleus alter staring at him in concern.

"Did that guy just blur?" On student said

"Yeah it was like he--" another started.

"He practically vanished and materialised under Azul to catch him!"

Azul looked confused since he hadnt been paying attention to Malleus alter.

"Those rumors are starting again..." Malleus alter muttered in irritation.

"What rumors?" Azul asked gaining his own footing.

"...." Malleus alter didn't say anything.

"He's just as overpowered as the real Malleus!" Another student said a bit too loudly in a exasperated tone.

"It's not important." He remarked. "Sorry I interrupted the lesson" he said looking over at Coach Vargas and letting go of Azul's arm.

Malleus alter patted his head "you're okay right?"

Azul tried not to blush. "Of course!"

Text Messages Malleus alter's phone:

Malleus alter: hey

Azul

Azul alter: yes?

Malleus alter:

Oh thank God I would have killed everyone here if texts didn't work.

Azul alter:

Didn't Lilia-san call you?

Malleus alter:

Yeah but calling is different from texts for me

Azul alter:

I see

....

How's progress on getting you home going?

Malleus alter:

I'm still here I think that answer's that question

Azul alter:

Don't they have magic there?

Malleus alter:

Yeah Lilia is researching a way for me to go home I think. I'd help but Lilia told me that since I don't have magic I don't know what I'm getting into.

This universe's version of you is like how you were before we started dating

Azul alter:

Please rephrase that

Malleus alter:

no

Azul alter:

... Yeah I'll let you win and get my revenge later.

Malleus alter:

No you won't

By the way I got to hold the Azul of this universe in my arms

Azul alter:

Say what??

Malleus alter:

It helped me realize how much I miss you.

Azul alter:

Mal-- it's been like five days

Malleus alter:

Feels like forever

Azul alter:

Dramatic much?

Malleus alter:

No I just really love you

Azul?

Malleus alter seemed depressed.

'I shouldn't have caught Azul earlier. I miss holding him.'

He stared at his hands. 'But I can't just walk up to this world's Azul and carry him. As much as that would make me happy, I don't wanna embarrass him. Nor do I want to spread any more rumors.'

'No doubt people are already saying there's no way i can be a normal human. Just from that alone. They are gonna flip if they see some of the other hidden talents I have...'

"I would like to thank you for catching my fall earlier." Azul's voice brought him back to reality.

"It was nothing I'm used to catching people" he said waving it off 'usually Ace and Deuce' he thought.

"Still I hate to owe a person anything. Is there any favor you'd like to ask--" Azul started, pushing up his glasses.

" come on Azul we don't need any favors, you already know I'm going to do whatever I can to help you--" Malleus alter interrupted but cut himself off as he suddenly realized who he was talking to.

"...! sorry that was a default response" he averted his gaze.

Azul stared at him uncomprehendingly "in any case as I was saying feel free to ask me anything to make up for you helping me in flight class today." He walked off presumably to get his own lunch.

'I cant believe I said that! I slipped into a "automatic" response to Azul's statement! "I hope I don't do that again" he said out loud without realizing.

Malleus looked up not that he had very far to look as it was only Riddle in front of him. Actually it wasn't just Riddle.

Next to him stood some vaguely familiar student who apparently recently got out the infirmary if his black eye was anything to go by. Malleus gave a nod saying Riddle could sit down if he wanted. But he remained standing.

"My freshman underclassmen would like an apology for a supposed offense that apparently happened when you first arrived here,"

Malleus glanced at the boy. He noted his Heartslabyul vest and armband. " A fight...." He put a finger his lips as if trying to think.

"Oh you must be that one who fell after I punched him like one time!" He exclaimed happily and the cafeteria seemed to go quiet.

Lilia approached about to ask what was going on but Malleus alter just smiled. "All right. I apologize for my reckless behavior

"I got suspended from school for according to Idia-- 'being too good at owning bitches'" Malleus alter remarked.

"Watch your mouth there are children around" Lilia scolded.

"Riddle knows I swear," he blinked as Riddle turned pink.

"okay maybe not this Riddle specifically but he's aware I do. And he is more or less used to it." He shrugged.

Malleus's Phone:

~2 new messages~

Azul alter:

Sorry I froze since I wasnt expecting that statement

How's the other you doing?

Malleus alter:

He's like my middle school self but worse

Azul alter:

Gargoyles?

Malleus alter:

Yes unfortunately.

It's extremely embarrassing

Azul alter:

ha ha

Malleus alter:

Oh that reminds me! I got into another fight. 

Azul alter:

....

Malleus alter: 

I can hear the facepalm

But listen it wasn't completely my fault!

Sort of.

Azul Alter:

Do tell dear significant other of mine

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Malleus, Leona and Riddle Requests. Their reaction when S/o asks if they can have sex together (no NSFW. Just the reaction)

Yep I feel okay with this request. Such requests are ok because I don't have to write nsfw...

Warning: There is no detailed description of sexual activity in this post but if your virgin eyes cannot stand the word sex this is the wrong writing for you.

And if you read this text with your virgin eyes after that warning I suspect you are lying because this is the fourth time you have seen the word sex. I'll mention it 13 times in this post so... be careful if you decide to read this. I am not responsible for anything and if you are an angry parent whose child is caught reading this script then 1. Your child has a good taste for the scriptures. 2. Watch your child better.

Btw among my 2090 posts, this is the second one where I mention the word sex... So this is definitely not an nsfw blog.

Yandere Leona Kingscholar

Leona would be surprised

So I mean, pleasantly surprised.

This would be a great demonstration to others that you belong to him and only to him.

Probably the only obstacle to sex would be that you could get pregnant.

( I mean If you can be pregnant.... )

Even though kids are a good way to show that you belong to him... well, Leona really doesn't like kids

Fortunately, prevention is a thing.

Otherwise, he would definitely take you right after you suggest sex.

Leona would be happy you suggested this to him.

That would be a clear sign to him that you accept him and love him.

But of course he can’t say it directly to you.

" If you want that my herbivore. We can do it but it will take a long time so get ready for it."

Yandere Malleus Draconia

Malleus would be really excited that you would like to have sex with him.

( Because the horned boy is horny... )

However, there are only two "problems" (one of which is real and one is not)

The first problem is the moral police Sebek who make sure you and Malleus don't have sex before marriage.

Another "problem" is that there is a law that forbids crown princes from having sex if they are not married.

In the absence of such a law, Malleus creates one.

Because what better way to get you to marry him?

Well, Malleus doesn't think there's a better way.

Lilia has told him how sexual beings humans can be.

So Malleus is just waiting for you to agree to his marriage proposal.

And Malleus is really patient.

He also makes sure you’re so busy you don’t have time to “have fun with yourself”.

If you give him what he wants he will give you something you both want.

( Someone has to tell him that logic doesn't work that way )

"Oh Y / N my dear I am so glad you finally asked me this. Unfortunately, there is a law here that prevents us from having sex unless we are married ... I think we have no choice but to get married. *Malleus pulls a wedding dress / suit from his closet* Do you like this? I chose it for you myself. What if we reconciled it right away? *nervous laugh* No Y/N I haven't planned this.

Yandere Riddle Rosehearts

At the same time, Riddle would be shocked that you dare to ask for such "obscene" things before marriage but at the same time he is excited.

Riddle would certainly be really inexperienced.

His mother certainly hadn’t even mentioned the word sex.

But now that Riddle has you, he doesn't care a fuck about his mother's opinion

( Sorry... that was a pretty bad word choice. )

So he's really excited that you suggested sex.

Maybe you will finally accept him?

But of course, like all other sex between you, have a lot of rules.

They are usually related to time, place, and other things.

Who is surprised?

He loves you a lot and this is the perfect way to show it.

"Y/N How dare you say such things in daylight? Wait, however, I did not say no. "

[achy-boo]

Ansel Amato

Picrew for Ansel and Alvaro

2. Neka

Name: Ansel Amato

Romaji: Amato Ansel

Quote: “I think I’m staying with my brother. Don’t try to separate us,dear~”

V/A: Albedo from Genshin Impact

Gender: male

Sexuality: Closet Pansexual

Age: 19

Birthday: January 10th

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Eye color: baby blue

Hair Color: black

Height: 6’7

Weight: 102lbs

Race: fallen angel (hidden)

Homeland: Unknown

Family: Alvaro Amato (His twin)

School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Scarabia

School Year: 2nd Year

Class: 2-C

Student Number: No. 20

Occupation: Student, Host in a host club(secret)

Club: Light music club (His twin had to be there with him)

Best Subject: History and Flying

Favorite Color: Dark colors and pastel colors

Favorite Food: Homemade or store brought food(And fried octopus to made Azul afraid of him)

Least Favorite Food: He will immediately say Fried bananas.

Likes: being with his twin brother, spending time with Kalim but gently remind him about going into dangers without thinking, teasing Jamil, music, night walks, school (shockingly), fighting Ace Trappola, the staff expect for one staff, helping out students.

Dislikes: Azul Ashengrotto, Crowley(TO DEATH), Grim for his complaining, Sebek for his desire to protect and serve Malleus (Sebek got some determination but let Malleus do his thing for once you damn banshee- Ansel)

Hobbies: Dancing, playing a instrument, singing, and drawing(traditional and Digital)

Talents: Room read and Vibe reader

Nicknames: Ansi(Alvaro), Cunning Ansel(Jamil) Amami(Ace for teasing Ansel but then it escalated to a nasty fight..)

Other Nicknames: Little Ansel (Crewel), Mr. Fallen (Sam), My rockstar (Vargas) Angel(Trein)

Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Ansel have long black hair that reach his lower back with little ponytail. Ansel have baby blue eyes that held a lot of emotions, he have a star cross like mark under one of his eyes. In Scarabia, he wears the male scarabia dorm uniform but when he isn’t at NRC, He wears a black and grey suit and tie and have a little roses designs at the bottom. Ansel wears gloves all the time even when he’s at work. Oh and Ansel wears glasses, he can see perfectly well..he just like wearing them.

Personality: Cunning, sneaky, clever, sly and mysterious is what most people described Ansel. The twin who will defend everyone and his twin with a sly smirk. He is calculating like a few students but knows his limits more than everyone. A responsible and caring brother and friend. He will get out of his way to comfort anyone who is in the bad mood. But nobody knows why Ansel and his twin don’t have parents or a home. They do have a home and parents but..You will be very surprised to learn why.

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

- Ansel’s UM is Hidden Words

-Disowned his parents at the age of 17 before he and Alvaro entered NRC

-Childhood friends with Jamil and Kalim with Alvaro

-He and Alvaro absolutely REFUSED to be separated at any means

-His eyes show more emotions than his words

-Fights with Ace Trappola whenever Ace step over the line

NOTE:

(The Archiver: These notes are from the Amato twins’ old mother before the twins enter NRC)

January 10 xxxx;

My babies have been BORN! But I think my son with the blue eyes will be favored then the purple eyed one. The blue eyed child is Ansel and the Purple eyed child is Alvaro.

March 14 xxxx;

I started to noticed Ansel and Alvaro is starting to become inseparable. No matter what me and my husband do to separate them. They always find a way back to each other.

March 16 xxxx;

UGH! I HAD IT! Ansel won’t let Alvaro out of his sight! I need to think of way to separate them and FAST!…wait..I had an idea

May 20 a year after The twins fifth birthday;

My husband and I DID IT! We put Alvaro to a mental hospital that does illegal experiments! And we can have Ansel to ourselves! However..why do I feel like Ansel is becoming act more..different than we had wanted him to act?

Unknown Date;

I..I don’t know what’s happening. A-Ansel is getting more colder towards us. And he had that sly smirk on his face. W-What do we do wrong?!

Unknown date After Ansel found Alvaro:

They..disowned us..as his family? I…I..I didn’t think it would cause him to disown us. Wait..my angels..come back..PLEASE COME BACK!!

Unknown date the truth was revealed;

SOMEONE CALL THE COPS ON US?! I didn’t do anything! Ansel! Alvaro come ba-

The note was stop abruptly.

NEW FLASH;

Mr and Mrs. Amato have been arrested and charged on multiple crimes including human trafficking. We are still looking for twin brothers: Ansel and Alvaro Amato. If anyone have seen or hear of their whereabouts please let the authorities know.

“Kalim. Please burn it.” Kalim jumped out of his skin and look at the shadow out of his room. “B-But..they are still looking for you two! Can you just go back h.” “There is no such thing as home with a set of parents who favored one over the other.” A shadow person walks in and the light reveals: Ansel Amato. “You, Jamil and I know that they are not our parents no more. They have done terribly things to us. And I would be DAMNED if I forgive them so easily.” Kalim flinched at Ansel’s cold tone. “But..thank you and your family for adopting us..Kalim Al Asim..

OUR DEAR SUNSHINE YOUNGER BROTHER”

[thesunshinebunny]

Hello first ask, reaction of the vice leaders to an fem!reader dancing erotically/sexy? i really liked the ask you did with the leaders!

Of course honey! If you want to read the first one with the leaders, I'll leave it here. All characters are +18 and for obvious reasons Ortho is out of this order.

Cater/Jack/Floyd/Epel/Sebek/silver reaction

Smooooooch

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Trey

Positions – Ariana Grande 

Late at night, everyone enjoying the comfort of their bed, sound asleep ... and here you were, in the middle between the lounge and the kitchen of Heartslabyul, with the music at medium volume and moving your hips as if there would not be a tomorrow.

You took advantage that everyone was peacefully asleep and snoring to practice a quiet choreography.

Well...not everyone.

Trey had gotten up for a glass of water when he found you in the middle of the kitchen, wearing only your panties and a T-shirt long enough to cover your upper thighs.

The way you moved your hips, revealing the fine dark red fabric of your panties shining comfortably against your skin, made Trey's mind take off.

“Cookin 'in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom” That's it, Trey stopped holding back.

Before you could finish, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist and lift you off the floor, ending up on the counter.

You let out a gasp as lips fell on yours and your hands drew you toward your attacker's body.

“Trey ... next time give me a warning”

You gave him a light blow on the shoulder, but the man in front of you didn’t react conventionally, he grabbed your hand which was still resting on his shoulder and brought it towards his crotch, making you notice how hard he was.

“Maybe you should give me a warning before dancing that way in a public place and the way you are dressed”

Let's say… you two kept dancing for a few more minutes until Riddle showed up for a glass of milk.

You ended up scaring the little one for life.

Ruggie

Animals – Maroon 5 

Ruggie was tired after a long day of work, not just from his duties but also Leona's. He entered his room with a heavy step and fell on his bed, in which you were already waiting for him cross-legged.

"Long day?"

Ruggie just nod and settle on the bed, hoping to reach your legs, lie on them, and sleep until the next day.

"I have something that might make you feel better"

You crawled out of bed and for some reason the hyena didn't know, you went to his closet and grabbed one of his dorm shirts.

You went to the bathroom, Ruggie assumed to change, and you came out with your cell phone in hand and dressed to be eaten. The shirt barely covered your upper part, revealing the curvature of your breasts, apart from posing on your thighs.

If you weren’t about to playing some music, Ruggie was willing to jump up to you and eat you right there.

It was worth the wait. When you started moving, Ruggie's first thought was how lucky he was to have you. He was enjoying your fun, seeing you happy dancing for him even if it was at the comfort of his room.

When your steps became more lewd, he couldn't help how tight his pants were. He was completely hard and with each step, his limit was about to run out.

When you were done, hips on Ruggie's, he pulled you close to his crotch, your cunt well positioned over it and pulsing for some more friction.

Fuck the sleep, Ruggie spent the whole night pounding you in every possible position until your bodies were nothing more than a bundle of heat and wet fluids. You ended up destroyed.

The Savannaclaw students wondered all night the source of the high-pitched, savage howls.

Jade

Call Out My Name – The Weeknd 

It was closing time at Monstro Lounge. Tables already set, Azul closing the VIP room, Floyd closing the box and Jade cleaning a few glasses and plates from the bar.

For your, you were waiting for this moment. From time to time Azul would let you practice your choreographies on stage in exchange for a much lower monetary payment than those of Pomefiore had given you.

When the trio were distracted, each with their tasks, you ran out of the room where you were changing, put your cell phone on the speakers, and positioned yourself without hesitation on stage.

Hearing the beginning of the music, the three of them turned around to enjoy the show for a while, but they weren't prepared to see you in men's sleep shorts and one of the dorm’s shirts.

"Ara Ara ~ what a view more...appetizing"

Jade placed a chair in front of where you were dancing and gazed at you as if you were the most beautiful pearl in the entire sea.

Floyd had a wicked grin on his face and Azul was red as tomato.

The other eel was about to open his big mouth and approach where his brother was, but Azul grabbed his collar and dragged him out of the Monstro Lounge.

"I want the place clean when you finish"

The comment didn’t go unnoticed by either of you, but you didn’t care.

When you finished dancing, Jade already had his hands on your waist and his lips and teeth on yours.

Floyd was very clever and left posters outside the door and in the hallway warning of the heated scene that was about to take place.

Jamil

River – Bishop 

There was a small dance competition between a few students from Scarabia and Pomefiore, including Heartslabyul, and Jamil took a break from his responsibilities to participate.

In his excitement, he told you about the competition a few hours before it happened and left you to go practice. Bad move

The last few participants had already done their best, but Jamil had taken the best steps; he was about to win. But before the winner was dictated, you showed up, dressed in gym shorts, a sports bra and one of Jamil’s sleeveless hoodie.

Everyone's jaws dropped.

Your eyes never left Jamil's unless the choreography needed a spin. Your figure was powerless in the middle of the pseudo dance floor and while your steps were exceptional, no one could move a muscle. They were mesmerized, their eyes glued to your figure...and Jamil didn't like that.

He didn't like to see how the skin on your legs was exposed. He didn't like to see your butt become the main attraction, much less when you moved it so erotically. He didn't like to see your hair move with your body and outline your face.

You ended up winning the competition unanimously. Everyone applauded your performance, some asked if you could teach them to dance so freely.

Jamil was jealous, smoke was coming out of his ears and at any moment he was going to explode.

You turned your head to where he was and gave him a wink and one of your most malicious smiles. That was the limit.

Jamil grabbed your hand and led you to the closest cleaning closet.

"If you want to put on a show, then we are going to put on one so that everyone can hear it"

No one dared walk past the closet from the first floor next to the alchemy classroom for two hours.

Rook

Horns – Bryce Foz 

You were watching a dance rehearsal in the Pomefiore dance hall. Sitting in a corner without disturbing anyone, cross-legged, you watched Rook from afar and gave him little appraisals and signs of success every time he turned to see you.

When the rehearsal ended, and the students were dating one by one, you were alone with Rook. You gave him a bottle of water and a towel to dry off.

"You worked really hard, you deserve a break" and the blonde took it to heart.

He left the rehearsal room for a moment to change his clothes and then walk you to your dorm. In that little silence and tranquility, you began to walk around the room, looking at your body in the mirror and how it moved when you took a turn.

With that, an idea came to mind.

You grabbed your cell phone and put on a random song. You stood in the middle of the room, always looking into the mirror, and began to move from one side to the other, waiting for the music to hit at the right moment.

And it was at that moment that Rook entered.

Your steps left him stunned. The way you hit the ground, the way your hips moved in the air and your legs rose.

It was one of the most beautiful things he had seen in a long time.

Your figure, now standing, met Rook's. You both looked at each other through the mirror and you couldn't help but smile in embarrassment. You kept dancing even with a few sloppy steps until you stopped to look at him.

"Oh no no, don't stop for me, you dance very well"

You felt Rook's piercing gaze on your body for the remainder of the choreography and it wasn't until you were done that he moved behind you to turn you around and onto his chest.

"Ma amour, you are one of the most beautiful creatures this hunter could find"

His bare hands roamed your waist and hips, lifting your shirt slightly and savoring your burning skin with his fingers.

"Now let me hunt you down properly"

Lilia

Lights Down Low – Bei Maejor 

Classes were over and you were waiting for the light music club to get together to watch them practice. Mostly to see Lilia have fun playing the guitar, then to really listen to the music… uh, yeah, we can put that aside.

The boys hadn’t arrived so you had the club room to yourself and you took the opportunity to leave your backpack and free yourself from your school uniform, leaving with a shirt and shorts.

Seeing the minutes kept passing and no one had deigned to appear, you put music on your cell phone to fill the void. Your playlist reached a song of your favorites and you couldn't help but move to the beat of it.

You made sure the room door was closed, avoiding unwanted glances, and started dancing without any worries.

You should have remembered that some students are magical creatures and can appear in the room without even knocking on the door… just Lilia’s case.

Our fairy remained face down with his happy and mocking face so characteristic and observed your way of relaxing and how you let yourself be carried away.

Lilia wasn't going to deny that he was fascinated by your steps and… by your rear guard *wink wonk*

"The club became much more interesting"

You turned around scared to hear his voice so close to your ear. The bastard had approached without making any noise.

He put his hands on your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. His lips rested on your nose, your eyes, the corner of your lips and your ears.

"Tell me ... would you mind giving me a private show in my room?"

His fang pinked the skin of your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

Before you could answer, you were already in his room, back on his bed and his toothy smile as the only sight.

[local-ground-apple]

May I request scenarios of Diasomnia and Pomefiore taking care of their child s/o? Sort of similar to the one you did for when Silver, Rook, Kalim etc being turned into children ❤️❤️❤️

Hope you will enjoy it~! ❤️❤️❤️

🐲 Malleus thought nothing could surprise him anymore in his long life, yet when he saw your small form, he had to admit he hasn’t expect you to turn into a child anytime soon,

🐲 tries and will find a solution quicker than Crewel or Crowley,

🐲 at first, Malleus is lost. The whole situation is new to him and he doesn’t really know how he should take care of you or what he could be doing with you, until you get back to your normal form,

🐲 he did ask Lilia for help,

,,Y’N, what would you want to do?” ,,You’re a prince” “Yes, indeed” “Teach me how to dance”

🐲 Malleus furrowed his eyebrows, a bit taken aback with your sudden request, but soon a soft smile graced his lips. You were truly adorable as a child and he absolutely wouldn’t refuse you anything,

🐲 needless to say, you stomped on his feet a lot,

🐲he carries you on his shoulders almost all the time and you refuse to get down from them. You just wanted to touch his horns, but you really liked the feeling of being so tall and the view up there was truly amazing, 

🦇 the only one who actually knows what he’s doing,

🦇 at first, Lilia gets a bit emotional, as all those fond memories he had created with Silver when he used to be a child flooded him. You two ended up looking at pictures from Silver’s childhood, 

🦇 won’t stop cooing how adorable you are and he will certainly take a million of pictures much to your dismay (enough to create a whole album just with the photos from two days you spent as a child)

🦇 Lilia saw this a perfect opportunity to cook especially for you. Before this ancient fae burnt a whole kitchen down or accidentally poisoned you, Silver appeared with edible food and saved you from Lilia’s questionable dishes,

🦇 you had a lot of fun with Lilia, since you two organised a sleepover. Eating pizza, building a pillow fort, eating unhealthy ammounts of sweets, pranking Sebek - you truly had the best time of your life and you two even invited Malleus to join you (Silver fell asleep halfway through). 

🦇 fun ended when you told a “spooky” story and Lilia being Lilia decided to pull some ancient, fae book with terrifying stories that made Silver suddenly more than awake,

🦇 needless to say, you, Silver, Malleus and even Sebek ended up sleeping all together in the pillow fort with Lilia that night, refusing to turn off the light,

⚔️ Silver refused to let you touch his sword. Actually he hides it before you, so you won’t get hurt by accident. He hides everything that is sharp,

,,No, Y/N, you’re not going to climb that horse” “But, we always go horse-riding on Tuesdays!” “Yes, when you’re an actual adult”

⚔️ so instead you decided to go to sleep, 

⚔️ you both spend a lot of time napping together. Lilia often sees you two sleeping peacefully underneath a tree in the forest, while animals are all around Silver who has clovers in his hair (all thanks to you)

,,Can I braid your hair?” “...” “please?” *sigh* “Yes, sure”

⚔️ your braiding-hair skills certainly got better, even Vil would be impressed,

⚔️ when he’s asleep, you often sketch Silver trying to capture his beauty. Lilia finds your drawings purely adorable and he always coos how cute you are. Of course, Silver has no clue that you have a whole stash of drawing of him and you wish to keep it that way,

⚔️ Lilia of course offers his help, even if it mostly consists of him telling you all the embarrassing stories from Silver’s childhood

⚡ panics on the inside and on the outside. Can’t and won’t calm down anytime soon,

⚡Sebek hides any dangerous weapon from you and tries to babyproof the house as much as possible,

⚡tries to be quieter with you, as Sebek thinks children generally aren’t fond of loud sounds (oh how wrong was he). Somehow you managed to be louder than him, when you decided to throw a tantrum, 

⚡takes you with him literally everywhere. May it be his sword training, actual classes or just his night patrol, Sebek refuses to leave you unattended,

⚡ you ask him to read you and he gladly complies. Sebek switches from actual history textbooks to some fairytales, but you don’t mind this duality. Just hearing his soft voice reading you something before sleep is more than enough to calm you and lull you,

⚡you often fall asleep in his lap, 

💜a child, huh? Something truly unexpected. Vil is the first one to put his initial shock and disbelief aside and he immediately starts working on potion to turn you into adult again. He really wants to dedicate himself to it and at first Vil is engrossed in his work,

💜at first. Soon, you get rather bored and you begin to disturb him. Vil wanted to yeet you to Rook, he truly did, so he could focus on making a potion for you. Yet, after certain hunter told him for the umpteenth time that professor Crewel is taking care of it, he started considering taking a break,

💜your absolutely adorable puppy eyes finally convinced Vil to spend some time with you,

,,Can I style your hair?” “Absolutely no” “Please?” “I said no, but we can throw a small fashion show, hm?

💜 you two throw a small fashion show, but perhaps, a raid on Vil’s closet would be a more appropriate word. You tried a lot of his clothes and Vil taught you how to do poses,

💜 you two sneaked out to Heartslabyul to taste some strawberry tarts baked by Trey (even though Vil certainly was on a diet),

🏹 oh là, là. Room won’t shut up about how cute you are. He constantly coos how lovely you are. You quickly get tired of this bullshit,

,,Could you stop!” “My, my, mon lapin, tu est trop mignon~!”

🏹 Rook lets you style his hair,as well as wear his hat, 

🏹takes you on his regular Leona-watching-from-the-bushes-event and you enjoy your new, stalkerish role perhaps a bit too much,

🏹Rook obviously refused to take you hunting, yet you followed him either way and you ended up convincing him not to kill a hare, but to adopt him,

🏹 Vil certainly wasn’t pleased when you showed up with a hare named “Five” 

🏹 your puppy eyes and pouting face is enough to persuade Rook to do whatever you wish. Literally, he won’t be able to refuse you 

🏹Vil told him not to give you any sweets, but one look of your puppy eyes and Rook is melting. He will sneakily give you chocolate when Mr.Schoenheit is not looking,

🍏 Epel has absolutely no clue how to take care of you. Absolutely, he’s just lost, 

 🍏 but he tries his best to keep you from dangerous, sharp things that may result in you hurting yourself,

,,I’m not a baby, I can slice the bread myself” “Y’N, you’re literally a child”

🍏 however, Epel let you help him bake some apple cookies and you two ended up having a flour fight (yes, you started it on purpose), 

🍏 you two become partners in crime. Sneaking out at the evening to Savanaclaw, eating snacks past bedtime, violating practically every, single rule Vil imposed on you two and finally raiding Rook’s stash of sweets - there’s just plenty of things you both managed to do together, 

🍏 Epel plays a loooooot of board games with you - literally every, single game he managed to find in Pomefiore, while you both sip on hot chocolate with marshmallows,

🍏 he is elated, when you turn to your original form. Sure, he had a lot of fun taking care of child version of you, yet he much more prefers your older self (mostly because he can finally kiss you)

[deltas-writing-corner]

Courtship: Together

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland (Malleus x GN!reader)

Author note: Thank you all for your patience and happy reading!

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption.

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AO3 version

“Really, I insist.”

“And I insist you sit down and relax while we finish preparing your party,” Lilia says as he pushes Malleus back down in his seat; the grand stone throne at the top of the double staircase in Diasomnia’s main lounge room. “We’re nearly done, anyway!”

Malleus tries to argue that setting out a few plates of food or lighting a few candles himself is no big issue, but Lilia skips away before he can get another word in. He continues to watch as the rest of his dorm mates decorate and rearrange the lounge into a grand venue befitting a birthday bash. Every so often, he checks his phone and rereads the last few messages you sent to him. You wrote you would arrive soon and would inform him when you were outside. He was getting antsy the longer he waits. There was even a moment where he was unsure if you knew the way to his dorm and panic-offered to escort you just in case. He snuck out for you once, and he’d do it again if you only asked.

The somber doorbell rings, and he immediately shoots up onto his feet. Lilia excuses himself so he can answer the door, but Malleus quickly descends the stairs and catches him by the shoulder before he can leave the room. “I’ll get it,” he says, leaving no room for a rebuttal from his caretaker. He hears several shouts of his name and approaching footsteps, but no one completely follows him into the halls, most likely thanks to Lilia holding them back. Even as he puts more and more distance between him and the venue, he swears he can hear the elder fae’s playful giggles echoing in the distance.

He picks up his already hurried pace at the sound of the bell ringing again. He’s a bit out of breath by the time he reaches the door and takes a few moments to straighten up and calm his pounding heart before welcoming you in. His efforts to appear calm and collected are all for naught, as he feels his breath being taken away when he opens the door and sees you. While you’re always wonderfully dressed, seeing you dressed in attire that is just a smidge more formal and fanciful strikes a carnal chord he didn’t know existed till this very moment. Black and green are the signature colors of Diasomnia. While your dress shirt isn’t the traditional vibrant green, instead it is a dark and rich hue, he can’t help but wonder if it would be too rude or outright ridiculous to ask you to wear it more often.

“Hey!” you greet with a bright smile on your face. “See? I made it here just fine.”

“Thank goodness,” he lets out a relieved sigh. “I thought I may have had to pick you out of a thorn bush.”

You let out a hearty laugh at his comment as he ushers you inside. He observes you as you look around and take in the decor of his dorm. While the architecture of Diasomnia is a typical design within the Valley of Thorns, his own home especially, he knows from a few off-handed comments that some students find the dorm gloomy and even downright unwelcoming. He supposes the green flames that bathe the walls and windows in an ominous glow can be a bit intimidating to those not used to them, but you don’t appear bothered by it at all. In fact, you’re dragging him in the opposite direction of the lounge and insisting that he show you around his dorm.

“I’m not leaving ‘till I see your room,” you firmly state.

“Why would you want to see my room?” he asks.

“Y’know?” You point back and forth between him and yourself. “You’ve seen my room, so now I get to see your room.”

That sounds awfully familiar.

“What is your name, child of man?”

“Depends on who’s asking,” you answer nonchalantly, completely unintimidated or disturbed by his presence. “What’s yours?”

His eyebrows furrow with annoyance. “It is proper to give your name when asked.”

“That isn’t how mutual introductions work where I’m from,” you scoff. “You’re supposed to give me your name, and then I give you mine.” you point back and forth between you and himself to better emphasize your explanation. As if you were trying to make sense of the difference between right and wrong to a child.

He feels the urge to growl in the back of his throat. “You’re rather ill-mannered, human.”

“I don't think any reasonable person would feel safe giving out their name to a tall guy with horns, wandering around an abandoned dorm that’s seen better days,” you bite back. “You aren’t making a great case for yourself either.”

After his mind finishes playing back the very first memory and conversation he has of you, he gently grabs you by the shoulder and leads you in the opposite direction. “Very well,” he concedes.

He guides you down several long halls, past the other standard-sized dorm rooms and other empty rooms. The large double doors of his room eventually come into full view, and when you turn and ask him if that was his room, you give him a giddy smile when he confirms it is. His room is rather plain. The only personal items he has are a few pennants above his desk given to him by Lilia many decades ago, and a giant statue shaped as the Witch of Thorn’s dragon form. While there isn’t anything in particular that he’s embarrassed by you seeing, he worries you might find the lack of personal decor boring, upsetting even. You have little else in your room as well, but compared to his it may as well be a treasure trove.

“Huh,” you step in and look back and forth, taking in his private space in all its unassuming glory. “So this is what a dorm leader’s room is like!”

The first place that catches your interest is the bed, which you unashamedly fall back on, arms spread out to bask in the space underneath you. If seeing you on his bed wasn’t enough to stir his heart, it would be the fact that another one of your shirt buttons came undone, exposing more of your collarbones and the middle of your chest to his obsessive gaze.

“Damn, I’d kill for a bed this big,” you grumble. “Do you know how much of a pain it is, sleeping with a bunch of full-grown wolves, four newborn pups, and a steadily growing deer?”

“You can always order them out of your room at night,” he suggests.

You fall back on his bed again with a groan. “Believe me, I’ve tried! They nearly scratched my door off and kept me up all night with their loud howling.”

You and your deep, unspoken love for animals. It seems it’s coming back to bite you in small ways. “You’re much more pliable than I thought!” he says, laughing behind his palm.

“Whatever,” you lift yourself and give a dismissive wave with your hand. Something catches your eye, as you look him up and down before tilting your head inquisitively. “Aren’t you supposed to have a sash with your outfit?”

He is, but what you don’t know is that he purposely left it in his closet, hoping you would notice and bring it up as you did just now. The reason and overall style of this birthday suit perplexed Malleus, but he’ll admit that it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when the headmaster dropped it off the other day. He was actually hoping it would be you that presented it to him as you did with Lilia’s identical outfit on his birthday. However, that one time was because the headmaster had another obligation and handed the task to you last minute. It was the first time Malleus saw you since the end of the winter break, when his love confession went awry. It was awkward and nerve-racking, as to be expected considering how things went. But when you smiled and called him “tsunotarou” (much to Sebek’s disdain), it helped affirm the words the two of you had been exchanging over the phone, that you and he are still friends and that you still cared about him.

As he had hoped, you quickly offer to put the sash on for him when he mentions it still being somewhere in his wooden wardrobe. Your movements are swift and unassuming, but he can’t help the way his shoulders tense up when you put your arm around him to wrap the sash around his torso. Once the strip of fabric is properly secured, you run your hands over his clothes to smooth out the small wrinkles and bunched-up fabric. Your actions feel like a burst of electricity against his skin, even though there were several layers of clothes separating your bare flesh from his.

You casually wipe your thumb over the purple gem on his lapel pin before saying, “White suits you.”

“Is that so?” He timidly raises his hands to button up your dress shirt, just the one button that was undone earlier. He knows you hate having it buttoned up all the way. “I thought you said red suited me best?”

“I still think it does!” you chuckle. “But I’ve never considered you in something white until now. I guess I have to make you a white coat now.”

“You don’t have to,” he insists. “The one you made for me is fine as it is.”

“That’s good,” you smile. “All those years of helping my aunt sew and mend clothes for my cousins finally came in handy.”

“That would be your second aunt, correct?”

You’re visibly surprised at his comment, but you quickly give him a rather adorable smile. “That’s right!” you chant. When he asks you why you’re smiling so sincerely, you answer, “You’re the first person who’s been able to tell which of my aunts I’m talking about without naming them.”

“You speak of them often, so it’s expected that I’d be able to distinguish who you’re referring to after some time.”

“Well, shut me up if I mention them one too many times,” you insist, eyes averted from his own as you fidget with the ribbon tails of his celebratory bow near his breast pocket, his birth month and day were written with shimmering gold foil.

“Nonsense,” he frowns, redirecting your gaze to him so he can look you in the eyes. “They’re your family. If they’re important to you, then they are to me as well.”

While it’s true that you speak or make a frequent mention of your aunts during your many late-night strolls with him, Malleus’s ability to tell which one you’re referring to is mostly due to him carefully listening to each of your stories like they were gospels, writing seemingly rudimentary information down in his private journal to later read back by himself. Initially, he kept a record because your stories about the life you’ve lived alongside your rather rambunctious human family intrigued him. As his infatuation for you grew, he hoped that by showing you he remembers these moments of your life that you’ve shared with him, it would be a clear sign that he deeply cared not just about you, but also the family you deeply care for.

“Honestly,” you sigh and give him a playful look. “You really know how to tug on my heartstrings, don’t you?”

Malleus has done his best to remain calm and composed in your presence ever since he came to terms with his feelings towards you. As always, you shatter his efforts completely just by being your genuine self, open and honest with your thoughts. You seem to relish his red-faced meltdown, pulling him into a comforting hug while also laughing at him. He hopes you don’t think it strange, the way he seamlessly leans against you and melts in your arms. There’s a pleasant fragrant he picks up in your hair, fresh and floral, specifically like roses. He knows you like to make and use rose water every once in a while to keep your skin moisturized and your hair healthy. His heart is on the verge of bursting through his chest, thinking about you using it specifically with him in mind.

Is this your way of enticing him? It’s not much, but it’s working.

You pull away from him when your phone briefly rings. “Looks like they finished,” you announce as you skim over the newly received message, most likely from Lilia. “We should probably head there now before Sebek gets impatient and hunts you down like a rabbit.”

At the mention of his well-meaning, but loud retainer, Malleus and you leave his room and walk back to the venue together. Along the way, he acts bold and grabs your hand as you hurriedly walk side by side. You don’t pull away when his fingers interlock with yours. Instead, you squeeze and swipe the callus pad of your thumb over his knuckles, a silent assertion that his gesture is okay with you. A shy smile adorns his face. When he spares a glance over at you, he sees one as well.

“I know it’s only been 5 days,” he nervously mentions aloud. “But is it safe for me to presume that you already have an answer?”

“Pretty much,” you casually answer, but you still sounding quite sure of yourself. It sends his heart, mind, and body into a hopeful frenzy. “But as you said, it’s only been 5 days. I still have 2 more days left before my deadline hits and I’m taking all the time I’ve given myself.”

That cheeky tone of yours doesn’t go amiss. In normal Ramshackle fashion, you’re going to keep him at his wits’ end for your own amusement. He doesn’t know if he should feel more annoyed or more enchanted by you. Perhaps a mix of both? Truly, only you can make him feel this way.

“Honestly,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “You are by far the most troublesome human I’ve ever met.”

He halts his hurried pace. And you do as well. He grasps your still intertwined hands together with his other hand, holding it carefully like they were as fragile as glass. Your skin is covered in scars, both recent and old, that came from years of foraging and enduring the natural difficulties of mother nature. However, to him, these permanent markings are more precious than the rarest gem or the finest silk. Your hand is neither too large nor too small within his. It sits just right within his grasp like they were made for him to hold and caress as he is doing now.

“I suppose that makes you the person that you are,” he smiles down at you after letting out a curt laugh. “and it is you who I love and cherish immensely, with all that I am and ever will be.”

Perhaps it is in poor taste to repeat the same words he first told you during his initial confession, but there are no other words he could weave together that can equally convey to you the extent of his feelings other than these. He knows he’s getting ahead of himself. He knows that he’s agreed to abide by the time you’ve asked of him. His words are his bond, literally and figuratively.

He’s just so damn in love with you. He’s willing to act a bit more reckless than he usually is just to expedite the days where he can have you by his side and be together with you at last.

He barely catches it, but thanks to the quiet halls, he’s able to pick up the mumbled words you speak. “You’re making me lose my sense of patience, dammit.”

“Young master!” Sebek’s booming voice echoes down the hallways before Malleus can press your comment further on. His impending presence is enough to make you let go of one of him and take a step back to set some space between you and him. “Where are you?!”

He was much closer than he sounded, as you and Sebek nearly topple over each other when you both turn down the same corner. Thankfully, Malleus acts quickly enough and catches you before you could fall to the ground, and you thank him shortly after you’ve righted yourself up.

Malleus looks up at Sebek and asks, “Why on earth are you sprinting down the halls?”

“The human has failed to respond to Sir Lilia’s message, so he sent me to retrieve you both!” Sebek states, a bit too loudly for your liking as you click your tongue and rub your temples to relieve the growing headache. Malleus has assured you that Sebek’s volume is something you’ll grow accustomed to. It seems the day has yet to come.

“Well, we’re here,” you halfheartedly try to reassure the boy. “So can you please use your inside voice?”

“You!” now it was Sebek’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. “Did I not give you an hour-long lecture on proper attire for the occasion?! Today is Master Malleus’s birthday, and you look no different from what you look like any other day!”

“What?!” you look at his retainer with utter bewilderment. “I am dressed up! I even went out and bought a damn blazer just to fall in line with your strict rules!”

“You’re not wearing it properly!” Sebek gestures to your rolled-up sleeves and the two undone buttons of your dress shirt. “Honestly, I expected better conduct from you, prefect!”

“Just shut up and walk, Zigvolt!” you fume and push the young fae down the hall, ignoring his continuous strings of scoldings and high expectations of you. “I’m not in the mood!”

You turn back to Malleus, who silently follows a few steps behind Sebek and you ahead of him. Malleus has to bite his tongue as you make a choking gesture, most likely directed towards Sebek, with one of your hands. He puts his hand up in defense, not wanting to get involved in your ongoing argument with his retainer. Whenever you and Sebek are together, willingly or otherwise, the two of you often butt heads. Your arguments are never too serious. Malleus knows that if he gives you two some space, you’ll both work out whatever it is you’re arguing about and go back to respectfully tolerating each other as per usual.

He wants to ask you about this supposed lecture Sebek gave you about how you should dress. It sounds equally intriguing as it does ridiculous. Unlike Sebek, he thinks you’re dressed rather well tonight.

The scent of roses in your hair is proof enough that you’ve taken some of Sebek’s words to heart, even if he says otherwise.

The food is delicious despite its unusual colors. The cake, although baked by Lilia, was fluffy and not overly sweet like you expected it to be. Your biggest fear of the night was walking into a dorm full of faes who are just as headache-inducing and strict as Sebek is, but thankfully there’s only one of him in the entire dorm! Some students were still standoffish and threw you a few too many nasty looks than you would normally tolerate. Thankfully, there were some students you remember helping out of their dubious contract with Azul during exams week and welcomed you with open arms. They followed you around like a bunch of ducklings, eagerly insisting you try some dishes they specifically made for tonight’s festivities. Whether they genuinely admired you or simply wanted to make even with you for your help, they are a pleasant distraction from your interactions with Malleus earlier.

Love is a strange thing. Unlike a deer, you can’t predict its next movements or manipulate it to a point of disadvantage. Whether you love someone poorly or properly, love isn’t the same across the board. The love you have for your ghostly dorm mates back in ramshackle is comparable to the love you have for your family, precious and irreplaceable. You can share the same sentiments for your flourishing entourage of forest animals you take care of. You even have a bit of love for Grim, even if he wears your patience thin every other day with his dim-witted cockiness.

You’ve been in a few relationships before, but they went nowhere meaningful. They were relationships built upon a foundation of opportunity and convenience, not of mutual affection and a desire for lifelong companionship. You’re also a creature of habit, so the idea of breaking your hard-fought routines puts you on edge, even if it’s for someone you care about. There’s also the fact that you’ve sworn to yourself to not get too involved with the people in this strange world. You don’t want anyone, or even yourself, to feel saddened or at a loss when it comes time for you to depart. You don’t want to inconvenience anyone if you can avoid it. When you return home, you just want to brush this entire experience off as a long and complex dream.

But how can you brush someone like Malleus off as a figment of your imagination? How can you simply forget all those nights you spent talking with him, laughing with him, genuinely connecting and bonding with another person outside your immediate family for the first time in a long while? How can you continue to tell yourself that you won’t get too involved or become attached to anyone in this twisted world after you’ve gone and fallen in love with one of its inhabitants?

You love Malleus, truly, wholeheartedly, and for far longer than you initially thought. You love him, but not to a blind point where you cannot realize that loving him isn’t as simple as acting upon your innermost desire. Even if the feelings you have for one another are mutual, what then? What will a relationship with a fae, a royal fae, entail? Few think highly of humans. Sebek is a living example that there are even faes who actively dislike and look down upon humans. Malleus is at the very top of the social hierarchy, while you are on the very bottom; a magicless human from a completely different world. That’s another problem! What happens once the way back to your home is finally unearthed?

You love Malleus, but no matter how you look at it, a relationship with him sounds nothing more than an outlandish fairytale. Your friendship with him is still a rather delicate issue. You aren’t particular about what others think of your involvement with him, but he can’t exercise the same amount of dismissal of public opinion as you do. He  has  to worry about what others think of him, because eventually he’s going to be king, and a king can’t flourish if his people think ill of him.

It makes you wonder why he fell in love with you, the most perilous person he could have ever met and involved in his delicate lifestyle.

“Having fun over here?” A playful voice interrupts your deep thinking. Lilia has one of his arms thrown over your shoulder, a gloved hand firmly squeezing you for comfort and bringing you closer to his side.

Despite his petite stature and his boyish looks, you knew from the moment you locked eyes with him on the first day of the school year that he was much older and wiser than he let on. In fact, he’s old enough that he’s been mentioned in a few footnotes in a history book or two. You even cited him as a source for a thesis essay just for a few laughs. He even has a copy in his room. It wouldn’t surprise you if he has it framed and hung on his wall. He’s a very sentimental man.

“Do you need a moment to breathe?” he asks, concern discernible in his voice.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” you plead.

“Not at all,” he nods assuringly before excusing him and yourself from the small group of boys you’ve been entertaining for the past hour. He leads you out to a quiet balcony and you bask in the cool night air once the doors behind you are closed. Once outside, you take in a much-needed deep breath and lean yourself against the balustrade railing. He quickly excuses himself again and returns with two flutes filled with a bubbly drink.

“What is this?” you ask, swirling the contents around with caution.

“It’s champagne,” he answers.

You give a quick sniff. It certainly smells like it. “Isn’t everyone here too young to drink?”

“Yes.” He clinks his glass against yours before throwing you a cheeky wink. “But we aren’t.”

That’s good enough of an explanation to have you down the much-needed alcohol in one shot. Lilia takes careful sips instead, but once he finishes his drink, he heads back and brings the entire bottle of bubbly wine for you to finish with him. It’s been a while since the two of you drank together. Lilia has an expensive palette, so you’ve quickly learned to cherish each selection he brings for these monthly get-togethers.

You gesture to the dark bottle. “How old is this?”

“Half a decade. Nothing too fancy,” he tells you while pouring himself another glass. “It’s certainly better than whatever it is you brought last time we got together.”

“Unlike you, I like a little kick in my drinks,” you explain.

“Well, I’m not exactly fond of the sensation of my throat burning up with searing pain,” As if you emphasize his point, he massages around his small Adam’s apple. “No wonder you’re so rough around the edges.”

“That’s a low blow and you know it Vanrouge,” you pour the last bit of champagne in your glass before setting the bottle down by your feet.

“How low?”

”Right in my gut.”

“Then I suppose I’ll need to make it up to you over another bottle,” he subtlety suggests. “Are you in the mood for anything in particular?”

“Not really,” you shrug. “Nothing too strong. I’d rather not get hammered in front of a bunch of teenagers.”

He offers a bottle of red wine he’s been meaning to pop open for a while and you accept without a fuss. He takes the empty bottle of wine and tells you to hang tight while he gets the next one. You’re left alone for a few minutes before someone enters the area and settles right next to you. It’s Malleus, who looks just as out of sorts as you certainly look and feel.

“Needed a moment to breathe?” you ask.

“Yes, but I also noticed you were missing and came to find you,” he admits. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you smile reassuringly at him. “Just out of my element a bit.”

“I’m sorry,” he looks so downtrodden that it makes your heart sink. “I had every intention of being close by you for most of the evening, but I’ve been busy speaking with the others that I-“

“Hey, relax!” you stop him before he can devolve any further. “Today’s your day, not mine. Besides,” you lift your empty glass for him to see. “Lilia is keeping me company.”

“Why is it that whenever I see you two together, there’s alcohol involved?”

“In my defense, he’s the one who offered,” you explain, but he doesn’t seem that convinced or assured. “It’s been a while since I’ve had champagne! And it’s a special occasion!”

“I’m not opposed to you drinking, but after what happened last time, I can’t exactly trust you two to pace yourselves or get your hands on something far too potent than either of you can handle.”

He’s talking about the last time you and Lilia drank. You’re not sure what it is the old man brought, but whatever it was, neither of you could stop drinking it even after you two were well past your limits. You both blacked out early in the evening and woke up with one of the worst hangovers in your life. Malleus knew well beforehand that you and his caretaker drank together. He’s even joined a few of your drinking sessions, despite not being fond of alcohol himself. But he certainly did not expect to deal with not only one, but two easily agitated and out of touch individuals the next day.

You still don’t know what was in that bottle.

“Malleus!” A newly arrived Lilia perks up when he sees the man of the hour next to you. “Have you come to drink with us?”

“I’m afraid not,” he answers, immediately followed by the two of you whining in disappointment. “Seriously, what is it with you two and alcohol?”

“You make it sound like we’re alcoholics. Which we aren’t!” you protest, eagerly watching as Lilia opens the bottle and pours you both the first glass of many more to come. “We only get together like this once a month.”

“We used to share a few glasses once a week at some point,” Lilia says as he hands your drink. “But that’s a bit too frequent for these old bones.”

“Says the man that downed half a dozen bottles of beer back in September,” you purposely bring up.

“I didn’t know it was alcohol!” Lilia shrills. “If I did, I would have paced myself better.”

You look over to Malleus and shake your head in disapproval. Your action makes him chuckle, and the urge to fidget with the stem of your glass comes down on you. He really does a great laugh. You’re not sure if it’s your genuine feelings or the alcohol that’s making your heartbeat faster after hearing it. For the sake of your sanity, you’re just going to blame the wine for making you feel more infatuated than usual.

As you and Lilia steadily empty another bottle together, the older fae feels compelled to tell you a story or two about Malleus when he was younger. Despite the latter’s protests, you insist and listen intently about the many times Malleus singed Lilia’s hair as a baby with his fire hiccups or the few instances he’s gotten lost on his quest to sightsee every single gargoyle around the castle. It’s never a proper birthday party without a relative sharing embarrassing baby stories with random guests.

After the second battle goes empty, Malleus suddenly asks you if you would like to walk around the dorm grounds for some much-needed air, Since he’s the birthday boy, you agree right off the bat, only after you get a glass of water in you to help stave off the wine a bit. Lilia gently reminds you both not to stay out for too long, otherwise, Sebek’s worrisome nature might get the better of him and he’ll put together a makeshift search party. If you hadn’t had a few glasses of wine, you wouldn’t have found Lilia’s comment as funny as you did at the moment. You’re a tad tipsy, but not drunk enough that you feel yourself acting or thinking too out of character or lose your sense of balance and trip over your own two feet.

“So, where are we going birthday boy?” you nudge him with your elbow. “Are you going to push me into that thorn bush now?”

“But of course,” he laughs. “I just wish for further respite, that’s all.”

Just as you’re about to mention that people usually like to step away from a crowd by themselves, you feel his smooth fingers interlock with your hand once again. He takes you around the back of the dorm where the expansive and well-attended hedge garden is located. The dark-colored bushes are blanketed in blankets of snow, and more green fires are flickering atop the lantern poles lined along the stone pathways. It’s been a while since the two of you went on a nightly stroll like this. They started out as either you or Malleus running into each other by pure chance and just going along with the lucky encounters. Soon your run-ins became much more intentional and a regular part of your schedules.

He’s the first to break the silence. “May I ask you a strange question?”

“Of course you can,” you nod your head, admiring the wooden gazebo the two of you have now settled underneath for a moment. “Isn’t that why we go on these walks, to ask each other a bunch of odd questions?”

It goes without saying that, due to your racial differences, there were a lot of questions burning in each of your minds about your differing ways of life and upbringings. Most of your questions were innocent and came from a place of wanting to learn and take into consideration his boundaries as a fae. As you grew more comfortable with each other, thus more open and honest, the more comfortable you felt to ask him more personable questions. However, you usually have to answer your own question first before he gives his response in return. You find that this is usually the case when conversing with a Fae. They won’t give until you give back something of equal value.

“In my defense, your blunt answers are refreshing,” he admits, almost gratefully. “No one other than Lilia speaks to me with such genuine honesty. Yet even then, he tends to shroud his words in some layer of vagueness.”

“My aunts were like that when I first moved in with them. Something about ‘learning things on your own,” you recollect. “But I was really quiet and withdrawn when I first moved in with them. They had to lead me by the hand and pummel me with lots of encouragement just to get me to do basic things.”

“You and the concept of quietness don’t mix well together,” Malleus laughs. “In fact, much of how you describe yourself as a child doesn’t seem to match up to how you behave now.”

His comment, while true and most likely just a casual observation, is treading into somewhat dangerous territory for you. “You really pay attention to everything I say, don’t you?” you comment in an attempt to divert the conversation elsewhere.

“I do,” he admits with an unashamed expression “But seeing as you now know of all of my embarrassing mishaps as a child, I think it’s only fair that I get to hear a story or two about yours.”

He leans closer to you, something you normally do to him whenever he gets all quiet and reluctant to say what’s on his mind. You don’t exactly mind telling Malleus about your early childhood, but it’s not as grandiose or as pleasant as he may think it is. What’s a friendship without revealing a few stories about your crappy childhood to each other? What happened to you is unfortunate, and you’re not ashamed to talk about it, not anymore at least. Considering the state of your friendship with him and the ongoing issue about whether you’re going to pursue something more with him or not, you’re not too sure if sharing stories of your past should be preserved for later or if doing so now is alright.

“Can I ask you something first?” you hesitantly ask.

“Anything.”

You turn your body towards him more, easily noticing the way he sits up a little more straight. The faint chirps of crickets and windswept leaves fill the silent void you’ve set in place. He remains quiet, tightening his grip around your hand, still interlocked with his, brushing the back of it with the thumb of his other. The gesture is small, but it’s obviously his way of letting you know that he’s patiently waiting and encouraging you to take all the time you need to sort your thoughts out. He’s looking at you with that concerned expression of his. The one he makes when he feels as though he’s made some sort of mistake or said something that was ill-spoken against you.

He tends to critical of himself, only because there is a lot of expectation set upon his shoulders for someone of his station. It is during moments like this that you understand what Lilia meant when he says Malleus still has much to learn and experience before he can truly take on the mantle of a king. He may be many decades older than you, but his maturity is probably not too far from your own; well put together than most, but still in need of opportunities to grow and learn some more.

That’s the purpose of these walks, to learn and grow from each other. All it takes is a question. But your question, the one that has been swirling in your mind for days, isn’t as innocent as wondering if his horns have nerve endings or not.

Your teeth are on the verge of biting your tongue hard enough to draw blood when finally, you will yourself to ask the burning question on your mind.

“What do you plan to get out of a relationship with me?”

He’s visibly taken aback by your question. If you squint really hard, your question is almost an affirmation that his feelings towards you are mutual, but it is only a minuscule part of a much greater whole. There can not, will not, be any do-overs for either of you. Before you pass a point where there is no return, you need to make sure neither of you is setting yourself up for disaster later down the line. You love Malleus, but you will not tell him what your genuine feelings are just to make him feel better. If word gets out about your relationship and it’s ill-received by his family or, heaven forbid, his own people, you’d never forgive yourself. Becoming King of the Valley of Thorns is his only desire in life. You couldn’t possibly understand why he would want to put himself into such a demanding position. You still don’t understand, but he remains firm that becoming king is what he truly desires in the entire world.

You’d rather die with these unpursued feelings of yours than to allow yourself to be the reason he loses his unwavering purpose in life.

“A relationship, with you,” he tests the words, the very concept, out loud. As if he’s trying to gauge the reaction of the world itself. “It certainly wouldn’t be a dull one.”

That look he gives you, the one that is so painstakingly painted in so much love and affection that can give you several tooth-rotting cavities, directed to none other than you, makes your heart do all sorts of acrobatic twirls and lunges. Your hands seek out the nearest object to fidget with, a piece of hair that fell out of place from your hairstyle. There’s a moment of panic that overcomes him and he goes to pull his hand out of your firm grip, but you tighten it just before his hand can slip away. You like holding his hand, you realize.

“Something’s troubling you,” he remarks. “Whatever it is, tell me.”

“This isn’t the best time to bring it up,” you argue. It really isn’t. Not when there’s alcohol in your body that makes you incredibly pessimistic and impulsive. And it’s his birthday. You really don’t want to make this day suddenly about you. You’re slowly regretting having that second bottle.

“Perhaps not, but it’s going to be brought up eventually, I imagine.” He gently cups the side of your face and forces you to look up at him, right into those green eyes that have always mesmerized you. “Speak to me,” he insists once more.

“I…” you start, but the words die in your mouth before you can speak them. There’s an instance where you nearly pull away from him and are ready to just book it back to your dorm and forget this ever happened, but he keeps you in place almost desperately. He wants you to speak your mind. He wants to know what’s eating up inside you. He wants you, all of you.

But like his desire to become king, you can’t understand why it’s you sitting across from him.

The edges of your vision wobble, and you know that if you’re pushed over the edge enough, you’re going to start sobbing. You hate crying, especially when you feel you don’t deserve to. Who are you to get all emotional when you’re the one who’s overcomplicating things? You’re the one who kick-started this conversation, so why are you the one getting all emotional? Shouldn’t Malleus be the one on the verge of breaking down? He’s the one with the most to lose. The most suffering you’ll likely be subjected to is a bunch of scrutinization and disapproval.

“You know this isn’t going to be easy, right?”

He reaches up with a folded handkerchief in hand, dabbing the corners of your tear-stricken eyes. “I know.”

“I can take a judgemental comment or two. I just don’t want you to be on that receiving end of it because of me.”

“People will always find something to pin blame on or direct their judgment towards, even if the detail is as insignificant as my decision to be with a human.” he calmly explains. It almost pisses you off that he’s remaining calm through all this while you’re going through many ranges of emotions. Malleus is a prince, and it's fragile moments like these that he’s been carefully taught how to navigate and work through. Now you’re just mad at yourself for forgetting something so obvious and vital. Damn that second bottle of wine!

“I’m the worst human you could have picked,” you proclaimed with utmost certainty. “I’m not even from the same world as you. What the hell can I possibly offer you?”

“Well,” He leans even closer to you, closer than he’s ever purposely been and you’re almost compelled to move away from him due to your nervousness. There was a brief moment where you thought that he might kiss you, that’s how little space there is between you and him. While a kiss from him sounds both amazing and absolutely terrifying, you let out an audible sigh of relief when he stops at pressing his forehead against yours. “What are you willing to give me?”

Oh, he’s slick and he knows it. The answer is so obvious now. You’ve made it obvious well before your first glass of champagne. You’re practically wearing your heart on your sleeves, but it’s not enough for him. He wants you to say it out loud so that what he assumes is mutual is in fact irrefutable. He won’t settle for anything less, you’re sure of it.

“All I can give you is my love,” you offer, in a hushed, almost embarrassed manner. “If you’ll have it. If it’s what you want.”

“It is,” he answers immediately, without a shred of doubt or hesitancy. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted from you.”

If this is truly all he wants from you, then he can have it. He can have every bit of it.

“Are you sure you can make it back to Ramshackle without issue?”

“I’ll be fine,” you reassure him for likely the 20th time. “I’m not that buzzed, and you look just as tired as I am.”

You’re right. Malleus is well beyond himself now. His social batteries are thoroughly drained. He needs a nice, long rest to fully process this long evening.

As he thinks about his conversation with you under the gazebo, he reaches out and tenderly caresses the side of your face. Your hands immediately reach up to tug and twist one of your shirt buttons. He once thought your habit to fidget with the nearest object meant you were uncomfortable. A dainty smile etches into his face now that he knows that this habit of yours was a sign that you were flustered by his actions.

He thinks it’s an adorable habit and very befitting of your person.

“What?” you look up at him with a nervous gaze. “Is there something on my face?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “Your face is all clean.”

Despite his statement, you wipe at your puffy eyes to ensure there are no visible tears left. Would you think him strange if he told you he finds you endearing like this, your eyes somewhat droopy and your voice hushed despite the lack of need to control your volume? You probably would, but your presumed disdain wouldn’t stop him even if you told him off. He can’t help it. He’s drunk as well, though not because of any wine.

“Are you busy this weekend?” you say into his open palm.

“Not particularly.”

“Good,” you smile against his skin. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Do you now?” He looks at you, intrigued by the sudden presentation of a surprise for him. “Is it safe to assume this surprise is my present?”

“Yup, it’s your birthday present,” you admit. “I found something on the island that you’ll absolutely love. The walk is long, but trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he says, beaming as he thinks about where exactly you’re going to take him. You have a knack for finding interesting spots on the island. Whatever this hidden wonder is, you seem quite confident that it’ll trump all the others.

“Meet me early in the morning, and dress warmly. It’s going to snow a bit.” you disclose before regrettably pulling away from him. “Goodnight, and happy birthday!” you call out to him one last time.

“Thank you! Please be careful on your way back!” he pleads, but you’ve already passed through the mirror back to the college’s main campus. Hopefully, you heard him. If not, he can always send you a letter through his charmed envelope or message you over the phone.

When he returns to his room to dress down and ready himself for bed, he finds that his desk is occupied by a hefty pile of presents that he had yet to open. While they vary in size, most are wrapped in identical gift wrapping and bows. Presents on the larger scale are fully exposed and have a card set over top of it or tucked in between the gift wherever possible.

He opens some gifts before calling it a night, specifically the smaller-sized ones. Most of them are centered on his skill for stringed instruments; new violin strings, fresh rosin for his bow, and even some sheet music for songs he’s never played before. If it weren’t so late, he’d practice a few stanzas. It’s probably best if he saves his awkward first time playing for another day.

Perhaps he can play for you someday? However, the mere thought of more physical activity causes a surge of tiredness throughout his body and he lets out a deep, bellowing yawn. Playing as host for his own party required much more listening than conversing than he had initially expected. He was also juggling his attention from his guests to you, who was always across the room from where he found himself. There’s a great divide in opinions regarding your friendship with him that, unfortunately, skews more negatively rather than positively. He cannot speak for all faes, but he did not want you to develop any poor opinions or experiences with his people, especially his dorm mates. Seeing the small group of first years keeping you company and even show a bit of reverence towards you was assuring.

You deserve as much praise and admiration as he receives, for you are someone who has well earned his respect and his love.

You weren’t exaggerating when you told him to dress warmly. Malleus doesn’t hate the cold, but he can’t say he likes the way it bites and numbs his minimally exposed skin. Thankfully, the coat you made for him helps stave off the cold rather well. Now if only his gloves could do the same for his needle-pricking fingers.

“Your master sure has the gall to leave me waiting outside in this weather.” He looks down at Gunter, the pack leader of your small bunch of wolves. He doesn’t seem bothered by the snow at all, what with his thick winter coat protecting him from the cold air and the scarf he wears around his neck. Not only did you think to make and put on a scarf for the rugged canine, you even secured it by tying the ends into a neat bow. “I wonder where exactly they’re taking me. Perhaps you have a clue?”

Gunter turns away from Malleus, as if to tell him he’s sworn to total secrecy on your behalf. Malleus can’t help but reach down and pat him on the top of his head. Loyal without a fault. He can see why you keep the wild dog around.

“Are you trying to interrogate my wolf?” He jumps a bit at your unannounced and undetected arrival. He didn’t even hear the crunching of snow and rocks from your heavy boots as you snuck up behind him. If he were wild game, he’d likely have a bullet lodged in his heart by now. “Whatever you promise him, it won’t work. He’s pretty tight-lipped.”

“I can see that,” he quips back. “Are the others staying behind?”

“They can’t stand the cold. Not like this one can,” you explain to him while proudly scratching behind the wolf’s fluffy ears. “The woods are still dangerous, even during the winter. He’ll scout ahead and let us know if we need to change directions and chase off any predators. I also promised I’d share some of our food if he came along, so there’s that.”

“You prepared food for us?”

“Of course I did!” you jostle your pack basket to reiterate your statement. “Did you really think I wouldn’t feed you?”

“You never fail to stuff me with food, so no, I didn’t think you wouldn’t,” he laughs. “Besides, without me, you’d end up with more leftovers than you’d know what to do with.”

“I lived with 11 people back home,” you grunt as you push open the metal gates that enclose the front of the Ramshackle dorm. “So what if I make too much food? You’re really pushing it for someone who gobbles it up all the same.”

“I rather enjoy the way you flavor your meals,” he remarks. “And you know that I’m very particular about my food.”

“Is that why you want me around?” you inquire with a cheeky grin. “So I can satisfy that silver-spooned appetite of yours?”

“What about you?” he questions back with just as much playfulness. “Without me, you’d have no gardening partner.”

“Damn,” you kick a twig and it tumbles down a small incline and into the half-frozen stream at the bottom. “and I thought I was being stealthy about it too.”

Malleus erupts into a loud fit of laughter, with you joining him as he sputters out how strange your shared senses of humor are. This right here. This is why he loves you. You just make him so damn happy! Your companionship and the bond you and him have built with each other is all he’s ever wanted, all he’s ever dreamed of since he was a young boy. There was a point in his life where he had nearly resigned himself to a life of loneliness. Now, look at him, out on a stroll with one of his closest friends. Although now you are not only his friend, you are now his partner as well.

His partner. His.

He involuntarily reaches over and squeezes your hand in his small bout of prideful possession. His enamored smile must have caught your attention as you reach out and poke the side of his face with your free hand.

“And just what are you thinking about, your highness ?"

He has to hold back the snort that he nearly lets out. How kind of you to layout the perfect opportunity to tease you. “Why, I’m thinking about you, of course,” he says, throwing a wink in for added measure.

You let out a huff of air that turns misty as your warm breath mixes and condenses in the cool air. “You should think of something else,” you retort, pulling the hood of your dark cloak closer to your face to cover the side that Malleus can see without strain.

“You seem a bit flustered,” Malleus continues to tease you.

“And you sure are talkative this morning,” you harshly say, but he knows it’s only because he’s “pushing your buttons" as you would say. You do it plenty of times towards him and your friends. This is nothing but well-deserved revenge for all those times you push him and get him all flustered. He’ll need to watch his back in the future. You won’t let him get away with this, not without avenging yourself first.

Oh, if only humans and Faes could get along as well as you two have. Malleus was born right at the end of the last war between his people and many defunct human nobility houses. Relations with the remaining human nobility are better with passaging time, but there is much room for improvement before there can ever truly be a declared peace between both species. A relationship between a human and fae is hardly anything new, the interaction between the two races as old as time itself. As overly optimistic and opportunistic as it surely sounds, he hopes that his relationship with you, no matter how it works out in the end, can be a proper example to his people and onlookers of any other kind than the harmony they once had with humans is still obtainable.

“What you said the other day,” he suddenly mentions. “I feel it would be in poor taste if I didn’t fully address the concerns you clearly have about us regarding my status as a member of the nobility.”

At the mention of your conversation a couple of days ago, your hand grips around tight around him for a moment. “I don’t like facing too many uncertainties,” you admit. “It probably sounds weird, but I do better in situations I have some control over. Being with you. Well, for lack of better words, it scares the living daylight out of me the more I think about it. I don’t even think you know what’s in store for both of us the further we get into this.”

“I have some idea, but to say that I fully understand what’s at stake would be untruthful,” he admits as well. When the court eventually finds out about who he has taken as his partner, he will receive some amount of scrutiny and his decision will be heavily questioned. "However, that would happened no matter who I chose to be with, so long as the person was not someone the court saw as diplomatically advantageous."

“Have you even told anyone about us yet?”

“No. Not even Lilia knows, but I'm sure he has an inkling by now,” he expresses. “As childish as this may sound, but I’d like to keep our relationship a secret as long as possible.”

“And when people start to connect the dots, what then?”

“The only way they’ll confirm their suspicions is to confront either one of us,” he answers matter-of-factly. “But whatever difficulties may be lined up for me in the future. So long as you’re by my side to support me, I'll endure whatever it is that is put forth in front of me."

“You’re right, you sound really childish,” you sigh. “But you also sound so damn sure yourself,” you grumble under your breath, but his pointed ears pick up on your comment despite your hushed volume. “I can’t say I feel the same way just yet. But I hope that, whatever comes up, we can do what we always do and just… talk it out.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he smiles. “After all, isn’t that the purpose for these walks of ours? So we may work through these difficult conversations with each other?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, a clear lopsided smile on your lips despite you not facing directly towards him. “I guess they are.”

Just as Malleus is about to say something else, you suddenly stop when a distant howl sounds. “We’re close,” you tell him.

“Now, where exactly are you taking me?” he finally asks you.

“Sorry,” you shake your head. “I can’t tell you just yet.”

“Not even after I asked so politely?”

“Nope!” you beam.

Still curious about this supposed wonder you’re escorting to, he continues to pester you with questions, trying to pull some sort of hint out of you. You’re not usually as tight-lipped as you are now. Your persistent secrecy only excites him the further you two travel.

Apparently, what you constitute as nearby is much further than what he would consider close. While still within the woods, he can faintly hear ocean waves crashing and a few seabirds cawing about. You’re taking him towards the southern part of the isle, clear by his now unbutton coat because of the warmer temperatures and the tuffs of green grass poking out through the half-melted snow the further you take him. The place finally appears before him, with tall brick walls and a metal gate, both of which are covered in thick, frosted ivy leaves. He can make out of a few shapes past the gate, but not enough to confidently guess what they are exactly.

“Will you tell me now?” Malleus asks once more while you busy yourself by giving Gunter some well-deserved ear scratches.

“What do you think?” you look down and ask Gunter. He makes a deep grunting sound in response to your question. “I guess you’re right,” you nod in understanding before looking up towards Malleus and saying, “The locals call it a gargoyle graveyard.”

“Gargoyles?” he says with clear excitement, like a young boy being told that a pile of candies and toys awaits him in the other room. "You took me out to see gargoyles?"

“Yes, but also no,” you say. “They would have been if they weren’t sculpted incorrectly.”

“So it’s a place where inoperable gargoyles are put?” he asks, still intruiged.

“The family who owns this piece of land mentioned that they also put gargoyles in here that were made purely for art’s sake,” you added. “But can it really be called a gargoyle if they weren’t made to act as a gutter in the first place?”

Malleus’s heart always skips and beats faster whenever he’s around you. That last comment you made nearly stopped his heart altogether. He once had a conversation with Silver regarding the stark difference between gargoyles and statues. The boy couldn’t fully grasp the difference, but it seems you can right out of the blue. By the Great Seven, is your ability to tell the difference between a purposeful gargoyle and a mere decorative grotesque really what’s making him go red in the face?

Yes. Yes, it is.

You easily notice this as well, as you comment how his complexion is almost the shade of a ripe tomato, although you’ve been busying yourself with undoing the many locks and chains secured around the front gate and didn’t even look over to him since. “I can see the tips of your ears getting all pink in my peripheral,” you explain with a hint of laughter arising in your voice. You’re clearly amused by all this. “Who knew my basic understanding of gargoyles is enough to set a fire in your loins!”

“Must you tease me at every opportunity?” he groans. "And so crudely too."

“What? Are you having second thoughts about me?” you jokingly ask.

“Somewhat,” he answers back, though it’s only a half-serious answer.

You toss aside the last chainlink and rusted lock keeping the front gate secured before saying, “I won’t be mad if you bail out now. It’ll save Sebek the future anguish when he finds out.”

“Sebek is already at odds with our friendship as it is,” Malleus clarifies. “Besides, I think the boy is rather endearing when he’s upset.”

“Endearing,” you mockingly repeat. “More like a pain in my ass.”

“Give him some time. He’ll grow on you,” Malleus encourages.

“For your sake, he better,” you glare at him for a moment. “Alright, that’s enough relationship talk for the day. These gargoyles won’t ogle themselves!”

No, they won’t, and it’s music to his ears that you want to appreciate them together.

Together, with him.