#listen I think prefects are real

[shrekgogurt]

I have a lot of words written for Chapter 15 of that behemoth in the making I Knew A Boy, I Knew A Man and only some of them are good. Here are a few of those select ‘good words.’

Simon POV, past (age fifteen):

“You’re out of uniform,” Premal announces, flashing his prefect badge at Penny and me like a fucking copper.

Cachu hwch. (Pig’s shit.) (Total fucking disaster.)

We’ve been caught out.

And it’s not even our fault.

I woke up this morning and realised all my socks were gone—stolen by Baz’s psychotic aunt, no doubt. She was glaring at me like I pissed in a great Pitch family heirloom when she dropped him off yesterday. (And it was her.) (I’m convinced.) (Because Baz once told me he would rather saw his arm off with a rusty piece of barbed wire than touch any of my “chavvy accouterments.”) (So...) Anyway, Penny shirked her own socks at breakfast in solidarity and together we’ve managed to hide our bare ankles from even the most militant professors. But we forgot Premal was on the prowl, drunk off his new power and the opportunity to wield it over his siblings.

Penny crosses her arms in defiance. “We’re not even in your year.”

“You don’t need to be. I’m authorised by The Headmistress to distribute demerits to anyone who violates school policy.”

“Listen to yourself!” Penny’s arms flail as she yells. “The Headmistress? She gave birth to you! Call her mum, you prat!”

Bah humbug! Editing!? I have to do it!? And also still finish the last bit of the rough draft??? Boo! But, writing in a notebook has been great for speed if not a bit of a downgrade in initial quality.

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[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Unexpected things you did that delight them:  

Riddle Rosehearts, Azul Ashengrotto, Trey Clover, Ruggie Bucci, Malleus Draconia

Content: Fluff

You learned proper tea etiquette for Riddle  

It starts out with you just listening to him correct others as they go throughout the various teatimes of Heartslabyul. How it leads to you thrifting a tea set from a local shop is hard to say, and it’s chipped a bit on the plates, but it holds, and the lady gave it to you for a far cheaper price than she should have. But it cleaned up beautifully, you filled in the cracks with some leftover clay and didn’t even have to repaint it! It was already in Ramshackle blue and green.  

It is embarrassing when he finds you quizzing yourself on the different spoons and plates, but the smile that blooms is worth it.  

You have no idea that when you invite him over for a tea party a few weeks after, it’s the first one that he hasn’t hosted himself. He borrows the same book from the library to brush up on his guest etiquette.  

“Prefect, what are you-ah! A lovely set. If you were needing to learn I would be happy to assist! What teas do you prefer? I will bring complimenting savories or sweets.”  

You carry glasses cleaner for Azul  

Assuming you don’t carry it already or if you don’t wear glasses. You and Azul usually spend a lot of time at Octavinelle but occasionally he will come to Ramshackle. He has since seen the work that you put into fixing up the place and the furniture you've built and appreciates it a way that the others can’t. Afterall, many of his own pieces are repaired or thrifted antiques for authenticity.

Lounging on the couch while listening to one of the jazz records he brought, you take the glasses from his hand when he realizes that he forgot his own cleaner.  

“Prefect, why would you have glasses wipes, you don’t wear any. Ah, you carry them for me. How thoughtful of you, my friend! I hope I’m not putting you out any.” 

You baked him a birthday cake for Trey  

Everyone gets nervous when Trey’s birthday comes around. How do you bake for a baker? He got past the disappointed feeling a long time ago though, perfectly prepared to make his own birthday cake.  

What isn’t accounted for you is pushing him out of the kitchen, declaring it against the rules for him to bake his own birthday cake. He could fight you on it, but he’s intrigued at this point on what you will make.  

What he doesn’t anticipate is a simple vanilla cake with a blueberry filling, a light buttercream frosting and candied violets and almonds scattered on the top. It’s simple but delicious and clearly just for him.

“You’ve got some real potential here. Where did you learn to make candied violets? You foraged and learned how just for me? Ah, that was too much for me. Thank you.”  

You clean Ruggie’s ears 

Ruggie does a lot of things to ensure everybody else gets taken care of, which means sometimes he neglects himself a bit. The showers got trashed over at Savanaclaw so he asks to use yours after a particularly messy Spelldrive Practice. As long as Grim can play with the disk in the backyard with the ghosts, it’s a deal for you.  

He comes out fluffy, hair sticking out in all sorts of places, which means you can see inside his ears and see the dirt still stuck in there. Offering to clean them wasn’t a big deal to you, you have to for Grim all the time.  

It gets awkward for a minute when he lays his head in your lap, but as soon as the cotton hits the inside and starts wiping up all the dirt and grim, he’s putty in your hands  

“I swear they weren’t that bad but-oh. Oh that’s nice. I think I can hear colors now. And your heartbeat. What’s got you racing, huh? I didn’t moo. I did not!” 

You got pictures of his family for Malleus  

This man has pictures of himself and his parents up on the walls, but none of the rest of his family. So, you work with the ghost for a long time, getting candid shots and other bit and pieces and slowly pulling them together. When Malleus’s birthday rolls around, you actually feel nervous about it.  

When he opens his present, to see the photo album, he gets unexpectedly quiet and soft, scanning through the quotes and stories written off to the side. You give little tidbits of how you get some shots, especially the times where you were sure that Lilia knew but didn’t say anything.  

Some even had him! Silver putting him in a headlock during some play wrestling, Lilia tapping his nose while playing chess, a rare moment of him and Sebek reading together where the half fae is actually relaxed.  

At the bottom are small, framed photos of what you thought were the best ones. Silver in his armor, surrounded by animals and birds alike, his sword gleaming with sunlight, looking gentle and graceful and alert. Sebek on horseback, wind streaking his hair to his skull and grinning like a madman, his favorite stead racing fearlessly. Lilia leaning against the railing of the balcony of Diasomnia dorm and watching the sunset, eyes fond and pink in the dying light. 

“I can’t think of a single present I have ever received that has been as thoughtful as this one. Your heart truly knows a kindness that is rare, my friend. But you are missing. Let us take one together. A selfie, yes?”  

[kalims]

you say I love you as a goodbye accidentally | all

premise.

"okay," you smile at no one in particular, though you've got a feeling the other person on the line can feel your smile. "thanks. I love you, bye," without a single thought behind your head you hang up and emit a dreamy sigh.

wait.

your smile drops as your face shifts into panic.

completely spaces out, lowkey having a crisis. did you mean it or no? part of him wishes you were because his heart is just gonna start combusting either way. everyone is concerned why he's been staring into thin air for the past two minutes tightly gripping his phone like it's his life support. he looks like he's in a dilemma and two seconds away from suffocation because of how long his breath seems to have been caught away.

can't stop thinking about it and seems more silent when in person with you. *ascends to heaven*

riddle, deuce, azul, jamil, silver.

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is very.. verbal about it. is either bragging to everyone who really does not want to listen to his constant nagging or proclaiming, as in busting everyone's eardrums off with his shrill screams of excitement. if he could he would practically be characterized by someone jumping around the room in a fit of joy and adrenaline. he just has to do something to tame the literal mile his heart is running.

is way more affectionate with you than normal which you don't know if you should be concerned with or happy.

cater, floyd, kalim, epel, rook (sometimes.)

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on the more calming side. but can't help but crack a smile at your words, partially aware that it was out of habit but it didn't exactly stop the myriad of crisis you just sent his mind to. though he looks completely fine on the outside he's just teensy, tiny bit freaking out on the inside. don't worry, all you need to know that he is very pleased about it.

starts to tell you 'I love you too' by the end of your calls, making everyone assume you're dating but it's more like a married couple than a normal.

trey, jade, vil, lilia.

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is just a big fat tsudere that can't seem to look you in the eye properly when you both meet in real life. you have no idea what he's thinking but what you do know is the words you accidentally blurted last night so.. basically two idiots who are thinking the same thing but refuse to talk due to the embarrassment. would talk about it if the other initiates first though..

wants to talk about it but also doesn't wanna talk about it?

deuce, epel, sebek, jack, idia.

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NEVER LETS YOU FORGET ABOUT IT. having dinner? oh would you look at that, that's before you told him the words. raining? it was raining during that time too. do you just want to rest? too bad, because his face is twisting to that smug look and you know full well what's coming out of his mouth next. he's always teasing you about it.

thinks what you said was a joke but doesn't really mind if it is. an 'I love yous' an I love you and he will keep reminding you that :) playfully but uses it against you :'( *descends to hell*

ace, leona, ruggie, lilia.

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immediately brightens up and flashes everyone with his sunshine because he's so happy. his familiar love for you just grows a thousand times bigger than before and he finds himself doing what you ask without any complaints. he just wants to help you <3 cause he just kinda considers you as a family figure now..

leaves idia in the dust lowkey haha.. he still loves him tho

ortho (platonic)

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grins and looks immensely pleased. his giggles are a little ominous but even you can discern the clear happiness in them. it was so subtle that you didn't even notice him straying closer than usual.

can't seem to leave you alone now.

rook, jade, floyd.

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uhm.. hello? child of man? lilia told him that this.. electronic box would make him hear your voice even through the portal of diasomnia but he can't seem to hear anything, nor see anything but a black screen. strange. is it broken? (yes malleus, you broke it because you were too excited to talk to the prefect.)

did not know but probably would have died if he ever heard it and immediately propose to you and stage a ceremony.

malleus.

note. why did I forget about some characters until the last moment lolll. I am out of ideas fr HAHA. perhaps this is the end of the posting streak?

not proofread

kofi

[yuurei20]

Hello! Just want to start this off by saying that I love your blog and I find your posts very informative. I’m a sucker for character analysis and you manage to do it very well.

I had a question about the language aspect of Twisted Wonderland. I saw a screenshot of the novel and in it, it talked about how the Yuuya felt that their words were being translated automatically. Is this a novel only thing? Does the language aspect get explored further past that one page in the novels? Why are their words getting translated and yet other phrases in other languages are not(Rook’s French)? What are your thoughts about this and do you know of any popular discourse surrounding this topic?

My apologies if this is something you’ve talked about before.

Hello hello! Thank you for this question, you are too kind!! m(_ _)m

(For everyone's reference, here is the paragraph in question!)

1. Is this a novel only thing? Thus far this explanation of how Yuuya is able to communicate in Twisted Wonderland has appeared only in the novel, with no mention to similar systems at work in the game or manga!

Yuuya is even capable of reading his textbooks! While it is all vocabulary with which he is unfamiliar he is still able to comprehend the words on the pages, which he possibly wouldn't be able to do without the translation taking place.

(An example might be someone who only speaks French being able to read text written in Japanese but still struggling with unfamiliar magic terms that they wouldn't have understood in their native language anyway.)

2. Does the language aspect get explored further past that one page in the novels?

This aspect has yet to be explored, referenced or even mentioned beyond the one paragraph listed above!

And this lack of an explanation is fascinating 📝 There is no line by Crowley of "Yes there is a translation spell on the island," or "Everyone who arrives through their respective gate is blessed by the Dark Mirror with the ability to understand and be understood," or anything at all!

We are not even given a hint that Crowley--or anyone--knows it is happening. All we have is the one thought from the perspective of a confused Yuuya trying to make sense of his situation.

3. Why are their words getting translated and yet other phrases in other languages are not(Rook’s French)?

We do not know! 🥳 And Rook is not alone, with other characters occasionally using untranslated English-language words both in the game and novel (novel-Ace says "Thank you" in English, novel-Sam says "Hey," etc.)

Is it possible that the system does not replace words that the listener recognizes? Is Rook actually speaking French 100% of the time, but as the prefect recognizes words such as "oui" and beauté," they are not being filtered?

4. What are your thoughts about this and do you know of any popular discourse surrounding this topic?

I found this thread on twstsoku where someone suggests that the cast all understands one another and it is only Yuuya who is having what he says and hears translated for him in real time.

Ideas from other commenters are:

1. "Hypothetically, for example: If Esperanto, which is based on Latin, were used as the common language, and the translation magic worked depending on the native language's distance from it:

German speakers, Japanese speakers → translation needed (as determined by the magic)

Italian speakers → translation not very necessary (as determined by the magic)

French speakers → grammatically, translation is almost unnecessary (as determined by the magic), but their speech is the hardest to understand.

Something like that? Just an example, though."

2. "Wasn't there a part in Ruggie's birthday outfit story where he said he memorized greetings in 10 different languages?"

And I found a similar thread from 2021 (before the novel was released) on this topic, where commenters were discussing whether or not Twst's common language is meant to be English:

1. "OP here, I personally don’t think it’s a common language with the real world, so I hadn’t considered it much.

But if it’s English, that means Twisted Wonderland has a geography and history similar to the real world, with just different country names, etc. I won’t go into too much detail, but English is a branch of the Germanic languages within the Indo-European family, and it contains a lot of words derived from neighboring Western European countries. So, it wouldn’t be English as we know it today unless they followed the same geographical and historical path.

Alternatively, it could be a wholly fantastical world without a history of its own, which just popped into existence one day.

Personally, I’d feel a bit disappointed with both ideas—either that Twisted Wonderland is exactly the same as the real world or that it just popped up suddenly. I’d prefer to think of it as a world with a different language."

2. "If we’re talking about the development of language, it’s not a coincidence that there’s food in Twisted Wonderland identical to what exists in the real world. If Twisted Wonderland is a mirror of our world, it wouldn’t be surprising if they walked a similar historical path."

3. "That’s true! When you think about the design of their clothes, smartphones, and other scientific equipment, it makes sense. So either they followed a similar history, or we’re not meant to think too deeply about it as a fantasy world—those seem like the two options. Hmm, tough choice."

4. "If there were translation magic, there would be no need to study animal linguistics."

5. "Azul’s contract → written in English Words Rook sometimes uses → in French In Ghost Marriage, the opening of Rook’s poem is “I love you” → in Japanese The prefect understands the language → So, is there translation magic? Epel’s dialect isn’t understood → So, there isn’t translation magic?

It’s turning into a bit of a chaotic language situation."

6. "In the beans event, there’s a part where Jamil’s bento is brought up and some says 'that's what they're called in other places,' so it seems pretty decided that there are different languages across regions. But maybe we’re not supposed to think too deeply about it."

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These are all fascinating points! ^^ Epel is a particular outlier ashis original dialect is, by design, almost incomprehensible (on JP), but maybe whatever translation is going on just does not have his particular village's speech patterns loaded into it? 🧐

Or maybe as a "mirror" to the real world, everyone actually is using Japanese with the occasional English and French outliers, but the language itself is mirrored--they're speaking backwards--and the filter is merely putting words front-to-back for the prefect to understand? ^^ So many possibilities!

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

hiii! i checked ur masterlist to see if this has been requested and it seems like no? but can i request platonic hcs of honestly any character with a lesbian prefect/reader, just finished crying about how i wish i was ‘normal’ so maybe some comfort regarding that lol,,

anyways have a good day and take care of yourself!! (^_^*)

(These were just the first people I could think of but Ace and Deuce are just given they love the prefect no matter what!!! and lesbians I love u no matter what !!!)

Ace Trappola:

Ace and Deuce are thrown off at seeing you so upset. Had someone said something to you to make you this upset, or had you been plagued by your own thoughts? Ace is the first to speak up as he was always and straight-forward with his feelings; everyone in NRC was a little weird, and who you were attracted to was not the thing that made you an oddball like the rest of them. Ace pointed out your sillier traits with a grin, like how you were practically a trouble magnet, and when Deuce said that was likely just Ace’s bad luck following the group of you around, they started to bicker. It felt good to be accepted by your friends without a second thought, with the two of them coming together to cheer you up by giving you some free entertainment.

Deuce Spade:

Deuce is a little more direct and gentler, telling you that who you were as a person had always been inspiring to him. He was constantly striving to be the best version of himself and you helped keep him on the right track, even when he felt at his lowest. He wants to be the same to you, making it known he liked you just as you are no matter the case. You see a little flicker of his past self as he asked again if someone had said something harsh to you, as perhaps you could turn a blind eye and let him teach them a lesson real quick.

Malleus Draconia:

Malleus is lost in his thoughts at first, putting a hand on your shoulder to shake you from your thoughts. He quickly dried your tears, asking for you to have tea with him so you could talk a bit longer. He listened to your grief and nodded along, knowing what it was like to feel ‘other’, to be excluded or looked at sideways. Your situations were not the exact same but Malleus found an understanding, telling you that there was nothing wrong with who you are or who you loved. He promised you would find your own happiness, encouraging you to never change even if you receive pushback from the outside world; he would always be in your corner to defend you if you needed him. You were his precious friend, after all.

[yallthemwitches]

Some thoughts on Lily Evans (Headcanons and other musings)

Headcanon things

---I think she really struggled internally about "not belonging" in both the muggle and wizard community. I couldn't imagine finding out I was part of some special group that made my family members ostracize me, THEN joining said new community to find that I am actually discriminated against and considered lesser. I don't think she was on the nerd level of say Hermione, but I think she really wanted to prove herself.

--I don't think she wore a bra. I use this in my fics a lot not just because it could be taken sexy, but because it would've been trendy at the time in the 70s. I think Lily would have kept up with the politics of the muggles and the wizarding world, and I would imagine she would be keen to follow the feminist movement.

--I'm really not of fan of the swarmy, bookish version of Lily that purveyed often in fics (I see more diversity now but back 10 years ago Lily was like some studious angel all the time.) We know she was smart and teachers loved her, but we also see a lot of anger and cheekiness from her too. I think James wouldn’t have been half as attracted to her if she was just a know it all. I imagine she was really sarcastic and quippy.

--I think Lily thought about fancying Remus in earlier years---to the point that in 4th year she turned on him quickly one day during prefects rounds and kissed him, immediately realized she felt nothing, and then they both agreed to stay friends and never speak of it (James would have died if he knew). After then, Lily had the habit of giving him a kiss on the cheek as greeting/goodbye (think of it as the french bisous, not like a real cheek kiss) and Sirius would always joke about "Where his kiss was"---which prompted Lily to draw real close to him ( making James feel jealous and uncomfortable) before yelling at him to fuck off.

--When Sirius and Lily became friends, they really became friends. They both confided in each other about being the family outsiders, they spent lots of study time listening to music, and she was always able to keep up with his sarcastic and self deprecating style of humor. Whenever Sirius would conjure rock music to play in the corridors, Lily always was the last of the prefects to put a stop to it. She would often spend time in the boys dorms even if James wasn't there to shoot the shit with Sirius and she often was his insider into all the cool muggle things he missed out on.

---Petunia peddled the idea that Lily was a "Hippie type" to Vernon and her friends upon being questioned and Lily really leaned into this gladly. She was very amused by the muggle occult craze in the 60s-70s and found a lot of enjoyment visiting muggle "esoteric shops" and getting books from them. This trait would later be adopted by the marauders who would take some of her muggle “occult magic” books and try to reproduce the (ridiculously fake) spells (often leading in explosions or very bad consequences seeing as the muggle “spells” were all a hoax and couldn’t stand up to real magical attempts). When she was home from the summer it was not uncommon for her to be reading a book by Aleister Crowley on the front stoop.

---Lily hated flying despite James' many tries to get her to enjoy it (he mostly liked that she was scared and held onto him more). Contrary to this, she loved Sirius motorbike. It felt more natural to her despite still being a flying object ( and despite both James and Sirius flying it in the most haphazard way possible.)

--One thing that drew Lily to James was his interest and love for muggle pop culture. I imagine Lily tried often to get Snape to listen to Joni Mitchell or have a laugh at how muggles depicted wizards/witches in film, but Snape didn't see the worth in doing those things---wanting to focus on the wizarding world. James on the other hand ate all of it up--he would jump at the chance to watch Carrie or The Wicker Man. Even before dating James, I think Snape's disdain for all things muggle was off putting to Lily, who saw just as much to learn from muggles as she did from the wizarding world.

Reference things

---I base a lot of my fic Petunia/Lily relationships off of the British show Fleabag. I HIGHLY recommend it and I think its a great example of two sisters who are completely at odds with each other. I think Lily and Petunia's relationship would be much more complicated obviously due to their reasoning for falling out, but I think in general its a great depiction of two sisters who don't get along. I admittedly have cradled their dialogue patterns for scenes. ( Its on Amazon prime really really really go watch it its amazing)

---One of my big references for Lily ( and James for that matter) is Paul Thomas Anderson's Licorice Pizza. I think the love story of the two main characters who are at odds against the world really works and its the typical Jily "one is madly in love with the other and does schemes to win her over while she's sarcastic and wary and grows to love him despite it all." Its also the 70s which helps a lot ( for me). I think also Alana Haim's character is a perfect lily as she's someone who is a bit lost despite having everything going for her on paper. I highly reccomend it if you haven't seen it.

Trailer link here:

[zvdvdlvr]

If youve read some of my revent work, i think you can understand my fascination with vampires (or vampyres). Butttttt i realized i hadn’t written any vamp!reader for anyone in cod or harry potter

So this is my official vamp!reader x tom riddle shit post.

I like to think that Tom realized somethingwas different about you when he couldn’t read your mind using Legilimency. It was sixth year at this point and you were a kept-together, quiet student. As a Slytherin, Tom knew your name but nevr paid attention to you until sixth year: people whispered about you when you passed by, teachers were noticeably more lenient with you on almost everything, your magic was extremely powerful and you were well practiced, and how striking your features were.

Professor privilege (or ‘special treatment’) consisted of you attending most classes but ignoring everything that was going on. You never slept- Tom noted- but were always doing somthing else. The differing activities you preformed didn’t disrupt the class, but the fact that you always did something else in every class was definitely an eyebrow raiser.

Your magic was powerful. Powerful, honed, practised, strong, and memorable. Tom was intrigued by how fluid your wand movements were, how quickly you could cast a spell, how lethal your movements were, and your ability to cast spells without a wand. As a sixth year, wandless incantations were growing more and more popular. But the fact that you could preform duels without your wand- strings of spells- without so much as a twitch of the hand was extraordinary.

Tom didn’t want to say you were pretty, but in all honesty, you were incredibly attractive in Tom’s opinion. Your sculpted eyebrows paired with the stony stare in your eyes? The way your cheekbones hung over your guant face was further enhancing Tom’s interest in you. Your chin and jawline were prominent, a perfect mix of sharp and piercing.

Going more in depth in the people gossiping about you wasn’t really necessary. Some people- boys- were attracted to your facial and body features, ‘spcial treatment’, and just wanted to have sex. Other people- girls- were jealous of the interest many of their boyfriends gave you, were jealous of your smarts, and didn’t like you. You were powerful and you knew it. People didn’t like that.

These traits led Tom Riddle to the jarring conclusion that you were a vampyre. town further prove his theory, Tom often caught a glimpse of you wandering the corridors at night, paying no mind to the prefects and head boys and girls that saw you. You conversed easily ith the portraits and spirits- even befriending Peeves.

Evan Rosier was the one to bring up your existence during a Knights of Walpurgis meeting. Tom had listened to Rosier’s ideas- involving you with their agenda and bringing you into their organization. 

Tom had his doubts. He believed that you were not the right person to try to convince. Tom protested for no real reason. He himself didn’t even know why he was tensing up around your name, growing defensive as the conversation continued. Why?

Coincidentally Tom Marvolo Riddle came across you striding into the Forbidden Forrest that very same night.

He didn’t know why he followed you. Tom didn’t know that, for some reason, you intrigued and infuriated him to no end. Why must you effortlessly best him at every activity? Why must you look so unbothered after singlehandedly destroying three seventh year Quidditch players after making a bet that you couldn’t win against them as a 3 versus 1? Why, pray tell, were you the only person on Tom’s mind after seeing your sly smirk when you stumbled across something undeniably inappropriate in your book? Why you? Why-

“Stop thinking so loudly.”

Tom stood- frozen- as you moved into an open clearing. You clicked your tongue a few times and whistled. After doing it a few times in a pattern, Tom realized you were summoning something.

“What did you follow me for?” Your voice was crisp and audible despite the distance between the two of you that was closing slowly. Tom inched forward, hesitating for one of the few times in his life.

“Why did you sneak out? I could report you to the headmaster for this. You’ve done this before, so I could get you in trouble for a long time.”

You showed no reaction as you tilted your ear up. You whistled again. “Step back, please.”

Tom didn’t know why he complied but he did. A second later, a large winged animal emerged from the trees. A hippogriff, Tom realized. “Did you hear me? I said-“

“Do even know my name, Tom Riddle?” You finally turnd around. Your face was even more haunting in the moonlight. “If you have seen me sneak out numerous times before, why haven’t you already told anyone? You have nothing to blackmail me with, so I am confused by your reasoning for following me.” You watched Tom for a second. The hippogriff whinnied shyly behind you and you immediately turned your sharp gaze away.

Tom realized that he liked your sharp eyes on him. He liked when you looked at him like you could crush him- knowing that you could, in fact, crush him. But then Tom realized that you knew his name.

You cooed and murmured something to the hippogriff that was inaudible to Tom. You patted the animal’s side and mounted the beast. You cooed a few more words at the animal before turning to Tom. “If you come with me, I can answer some of your questions. You’re an awfully curious fellow, Tom. Very smart…”

“You can read my thoughts?”

“Like an open book,” you snickered. “I’m leaving in ten seconds- as does your opportunity for answers.”

The hippogriff’s feet stamped anxiously, eargerly awaiting departure.

Tom’s jaw set. Did he really want to? He couldn’t answer the question as he took a step forward.

“Bow first,” you commanded quietly.

Withholding a scoff, Tom scoured the animal’s eyes before bending down at the waist. The blasted animal waited until Tom’s entire core burned to caw and return the bow. 

Tom struggled to mount. He couldn’t quite wrap his arm and get his leg up to the beast. He glowered, hearing your breathy chuckle. “Help me.”

Your eyes seemed to smile. You reached out a hand and waited impatiently for Tom to take it.

Despite how impressed Tom was at how easily you lugged him up, he grumbled. “Where are we going?”

“To eat,” you replied simply. “Better hold on, Tom, I ride fast.”

Tom grumbled. He didn’t want to hear the coyness in your tone at the last sentence. “I don’t need to hold on.”

Suddenly, the hippogriff lurched forward and Tom’s throat let out a choked cry. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and scooted further into you as the beast rose into the air. He grumbled some more after prying his forhead from your shoulder and opening his eyes.

“There’s food at the castle,” Tom whispered with a ragged voice. “What are you going to eat?”

“Not the kind of stuff I need,” you chuckled. “They don’t keep fresh blood for me there.”

[schoenpepper]

Signed

Intro: If you were going to go through all that trouble with hurting yourself, he might as well help you~

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, yandere, gore-ish, reader is yuu, mentions of self harm, blood, jade is a warning in and of himself, not proofread, kinda short

A/N: For @kiraiyugen on my event, that is finally DONE THANK FUCK. Alright, see you guys laterrrr

Masterlist

Jade adores you, truly.

There’s something about the way you mill about in this big new world; it draws him to you. Like a fish caught in a line. Like a mermaid trapped in a fisherman’s net. Like a shark smelling blood.

He adores you so, so very much, darling.

But you keep avoiding him.

He feels a bit hurt. Are you still not over the sea anemone incident? It was just a harmless little prank, and no real harm was done. Does he scare you? Are you afraid of him? His lips stretch into a wide grin, sharp teeth bared and glinting ominously under the cerulean-mauve lights of the lounge. 

You shouldn’t be afraid of your soulmate.

“Why’s the prefect your soulmate, Jade~?” Floyd asks nonchalantly, and he can feel even Azul’s eyes boring into him, one brow raised as if asking the same question. His smile reverts back to one of polite pleasantry as he folds his hands in front of his lap. “They have the scar, of course. Right on their nape,” a long and thin faded scar that Jade had carved into his own skin back when he was a child, oh so thoroughly enthralled by the idea of having someone made just for him, “it could’ve been quite hard to miss, but thankfully, I had caught quite the clear glimpse.”

The conversation comes to a close when you step into the lounge. Alone. All too helpless.

The three share a look.

Floyd grins lazily, Azul sighs and turns away, whereas Jade picks up the tea he’d prepared just for you, carrying it over to your table. “For you, my dear. It seems you’ve been quite stressed recently,” he says with a smile, placing the teacup before you, “it’s not often I see you without your friends.” The topic seems to be a sore spot by the way you pull back, glancing at him warily though your lashes.

“Thank you…but that seems to be none of your business.”

Perhaps he shouldn’t have mentioned your friends?

After all, it must be hard feeling isolated when all the people you’d gotten close to in this world have been scared off.

“I see. Then I’ll leave you to it.”

Jade walks off without ever losing his smile.

The night is quiet, and at some point, only you are left in the lounge, sleeping soundly with your head atop the table. He steps closer to see your pretty face all scrunched up from nightmare-filled dreams. Are you thinking of all the people that you believe have abandoned you? Are you thinking about the old world you can never go back to? Are you thinking of the too-frequent overblots in this school, or perhaps the fact that you’re never really out of danger?

He gently takes your body up into a princess carry, one arm tucked beneath your knees and the other cradling your back, his lips leaving a fleeting kiss between your brows. Floyd barely looks up from the video game on his phone. Azul sends him a warning glare before going back to his stack of contracts to read through and verify. The only one truly against his plan is the soft muted voice at the back of his mind. It’s probably his conscience, so he doesn’t really need to listen to it. Morals are disposable.

You are not.

You are beyond being an option to choose above mortal values; you are the better half of his long-corrupted soul. His caress is as cautious as it is vicious; laying you down onto the soft mattress of his bed when his plans indicate no salvation for you tonight. Only his. The warmth of your skin against his palms promises him that he can find his deliverance within you.

But all that Jade can give you in return is sin.

And thus, he will give it to you in gluttonous abundance.

He slips off your jacket and pulls up the long sleeves of your uniform shirt up to your elbows. As expected, you were the cause of his recent plight; of dozens of deep and shallow overlapping scars that decorated the insides of his arms down to his wrists. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, trailing his fingertips over the fresher wounds, “and yet, so unfair. It’s not just your skin darling, you ought to take better care of it.”

No one’s told you about the soulmate connection yet?

Such lovely ignorance.

Jade knows for a fact that you wouldn’t have done such a thing if you had known what it did to other people. You’ve always been a kind, generous soul, haven’t you? You would pity your soulmate for the wrongs you’ve carved into their skin, surely, crystalline tears running down your cheeks.

“If you want to mark yourself so much, let me help you~”

You wouldn’t be waking up for another few hours, so there are no fearful screams when Jade brandishes a small, thin knife.

“Where shall I put it, darling?”

Your friends have been restless again lately, refusing to heed his warnings. Then perhaps, he ought to mark you somewhere a little more prominent?

He digs the knife into your flesh.

The next time you wake up back in your own room, there’s a still-bleeding inscription right below your collarbone, etched into your skin like a signature; in elegant script as if written with a pen dipped in blood,

Jade Leech

[yuri-is-online]

I can get why yutus so afraid of azul. He's heard a hundred stories about a suave, smug, but clingy octopus and then he meets him and hes this possessive little swinderler who's trying to get him to sell his soul to him and fuck his parent lmao

referencing the tags on this ask about this au

Tako Yutu didn't have the easiest time as a kid.

He was a chubby little thing raised by a single parent who didn't have the clearest memories of his father, or of their past at all really. I wrote Yuu and Yutu as being a sort of outcasts in the community because people thought they were strange, and were skeptical of Yuu's amnesia. Azul! Yutu was really bothered by that, much like his dad he got bullied and sought solace in books, but unlike him Yuu decided to enroll Yutu in some martial arts classes and hey. He was pretty good at those, his submission holds are real bad news, even won him some competitions. But he's not some muscle head even if he sort of looks like one (he didn't really drop his baby weight so much as he did bulk up) so when he gets his first real look at his father... everything in him is screaming that this guy is sketchy. He knows that Azul and the twins are watching him even if he can't see it outright and to make matters worse, when he asks his parent about him they make a face. A face Yutu knows well that he thought was reserved for the annoying nosy couple who lived next door to you and not his father. His father who Yuu's few memories had made sound wonderful; his father who was supposedly talented and hard working, smart and proud of it, but so desperately in love with his parent they still longed for him with broken memories in a completely different world. His father who Yuu had said he was so much like.

"He's not a bad guy." Yuu says and Grim huffs.

"Don't listen to them Henchuman 2." Yutu has no idea how he feels about Grim calling him that. "Azul's reeeeeeeal bad news. If he's interested in ya' it can only mean one thing, he's after your tuna and he's after your magic."

"That's two things." A smooth voice says at the same time he does and for once, Yutu sees surprise on Azul's face when he tries to make eye contact and not carefully calculated confidence.

"Well they do say great minds think alike." His father says and extends a hand. "But I must say you didn't strike me as the shy type, it is Yutu right?" The way he says it, the way he shakes his hand, Yutu knows he at least suspects him. So he smiles and makes sure to make his handshake just a touch too firm when he responds.

"That's right." Yutu is impressed that Azul doesn't flinch even slightly when he pulls back his hand, if anything his little action makes his smile wider. "And not so much shy as just curious and knowing better than to poke my nose where it doesn't belong."

"Not until you've asked anyway." Azul really isn't content with letting him remain ambiguous, he thinks nervously glancing back to Yuu. "But still there really is no need to bother the prefect over such trivial things, if you have questions about me you can just pay me a visit at the Mostro Lounge. My door is always open to poor unfortunate souls such as yourself." Azul smiles at him and adjusts his glasses and Yutu is... impressed even if the thought of being alone with this man terrifies him. But he's going to have to be eventually, Azul really wants to talk to him for some reason and Yutu finds himself wondering if he's going to find it possible to lie, or just what price he will be expected to pay to have the privilege of keeping his secrets.

But when he looks at the way Azul talks to Yuu... he isn't sure if he likes it but he does find it funny. Azul is so horrendously down bad and Yuu is so unaware of it (there's a part of him that thinks Azul might be a little bit jealous of him which he finds really funny). And Yutu understands why Yuu likes Azul so much. He is everything they remembered him being: smart, ambitious, and motivated. It makes him a little more secure in his existence even if he doubts that Azul will like having a son like him. But that's ok too because a son like him is exactly what's needed to make sure his parents get to stay together in this timeline.

now if only he can convince him to stop bugging him for his real name

[etheries1015]

Lilia X reader - Rejection

Lilia X GN! Reader -

General warnings: Angst, no comfort (sorry brotha), Lilia rejects your advances after some...slight miscommunication and misunderstanding :(

Lilia is just a poor old fae, who so happened to take what he thought to be a harmless joke too far.

TW: None that I can think of, however, let me know if I missed anything so I can edit this section accordingly!

The red eyed fae had always made it a point to tease you, so much so to the point where you began to suspect his 'teasing' was, instead, flirting. He would always hang upside down, giving you a devilish smile and saying things such as; "Ah, prefect! When are you going to give this poor old fae a chance?" with a chuckle. You always responded with a roll of your eyes and an exasperated sigh, easily hiding the blush beneath your facade of exasperated sighs and rejection.

He had no clue when this time you crossed your arms and replied, "Fine." you meant it full-heartedly, while he only fed into what he thought to be an ongoing inside joke. He laughed about taking you to some lavish date in town with extravagant hand gestures, inwardly chuckling at how he thought he was sounding ridiculous, yet you were listening rather attentively and taking him seriously. You both parted ways to your respected dorms, Lilia failing to notice a very real blush that flared upon your cheeks as he winked and disappeared from sight.

Lilia hadn't truly meant what he said, he was simply going along with a bit you two had made while gaming at some point. You had known of his age, and made some sort of joke about; "let's get married, so when you die I can benefit from all of your life savings," or something along those lines. He laughed hysterically at this joke and decided to keep the bit going on, unaware of your true feelings about him.

At some point months after you had endured his endless pickup lines and marriage proposals, there you were sitting in pomefiore in front of a mirror where Rook and vil took liberties in dressing you up. Rook had been singing your praises while Vil nodded in approval at his work. He did your hair and light makeup, while Rook had found an outfit that best suited your figure and extenuated your most flattering of features. What you called "too much," they simply said it was necessary to help you 'glow,' as Vil put it. "There, perfect. Now, will you finally tell us who you're going on this date with, that caused you to come begging for my fashion advice?" Vil inquired to you, making the finishing touches to your hair. Rook circled around you in the chair that you were sitting in, admiring the work he and his housewarden had put into your finalized date look.

"Oui!" Rook exclaimed, holding his hands dramatically to his heart, "We must know who took the heart of our beloved prefect before any of the rest of us had the chance!" He proclaimed. You responded in laughter and a shake of your head. Blushing deeply you simply sat up from the chair as Vil finished his work on your appearence, and gave them a small hug.

"Thank you guys for helping me, but...i'll tell you if it goes well. I rather keep it a surprise for now," You smiled gently, making your way to the door out of the lounge. Rook grabbed your arm gently, you turned around to notice him waving his phone around indicating he wanted to take a photo.

"For coming to us for our assistance and for hiding the identity of your date, asking you to allow us to take a photo of your beauty would be the least we may get in return, non?" You couldn't resist his charming nature and his way with words, so you agreed giving him a big smile and striking a flattering pose to show off your fit. After taking a photo much to his liking, Rook gave you an approving nod whilst Vil patted you on the shoulder wishing you luck. With your look now completed, you took your leave heading to the spot you had agreed upon.

There was a specific cafe you had been wanting to visit in the town, and when you mentioned it to Lilia over text (after you finally agreed to his advances) He simply replied; "Sounds like a lovely little place, I'd love to go." You smiled down at your phone, re-reading the text you had made the night prior, texting him "On my way," before chuckling in delight and putting your phone back into your pocket. The skies were rather cloudy that day, and rain seemed to be forcasted from the shadowly clouds afar , however you did not let this deter you from your plans. You made it to the cafe and stood to the side of the wooden door, pulling your phone out once again to glance at your notifications. He hadn't responded. You weren't too worried about this, he wasn't one to give fast responses, and the type to say, "Well I figured since we were about to see each other in person, why bother replying?" in these situations. So, you gave it time.

10 minutes. 20 minutes. 25 minutes. The clouds you had dreaded were now casting shadows over you, and rain began to sprinkle. Becoming antsy you decided to walk inside, being greeted by staff before taking a seat at a small table meant for two. You stared back down at your phone, texting him once more.

Are you coming?

No response, and no indication he had read it in the first place. You gave it a little bit more time, perhaps he got caught up in some sort of nonsense with Sebek or something came up with silver?

30 minutes, 45 minutes...You decided to call him. The fact that it went straight to voice mail indicated he must have been on 'do not disturb' mode, something he often does when he's...gaming.

screw it. You ordered a drink and sat back down at the table. Growling in annoyance you sipped away at your drink while continuing to tell yourself "15 more minutes, 10 more minutes, it'll be okay, he has a family back at the dorms, and he's kind of forgetful. I'm sure he will remember and respond to me soon. He's probably not actually playing games, he probably forgot to turn off do not Disturb after his raid last night... it's...it's okay." Another 15 minutes passed, another 50 excuses you convinced yourself of before it became about 2 hours past the time you had arrived. You had ordered two drinks at this point, playing away at your video game on your phone until it consumed your battery and eventually died.

you knew he wasn't coming.

Sighing in pure defeat, you stood up and disposed of your drinks, leaving a hefty tip to the worker who had served you. They gave you a look of pity and a small thank you for your token of appreciation, something that caused you to cringe and your frown to deepen after turning away from the counter.

don't look at me like that, You thought in agony, It only confirms that...I got stood up by the one person I didn't think would do that to me. walking out of the café with the rain pouring down heavier than before, you let out yet another miserable sigh before a weary chuckle. "Sighing?" you could hear a voice say in your head, "Why, you're letting all of the happiness escape you." You rolled your eyes at this and simply kept your feet moving, responding to the voice out loud, "Well... that's what happens when you rely on someone. You sigh away your happiness, because they took that with them."

Many people had already left the streets in search of shelter, to which you didn't care anymore. Your hair was now free of the styling Vil had taken the time to do for you, The little amount of makeup he applied was now streaming down your cheeks mixed with rain and tears. The outfit that was specially picked for you was drenched and sticking to your skin uncomfortably, however, you no longer cared at this point. Walking to the campus was about 30 minutes from the city, and the agonizingly slow pace in which you took extended it to closer to what felt like an hour. Or an eternity.

You walked through the gates of the school, the courtyard free from anybody in sight. You weren't sure if you wanted to go in just yet and face grim seeing you in such a miserable state, so you took a seat on the ground off to the side of the gates, sobbing into your knees. The weather has gotten worse pouring down heavier and heavier, you finally decided it was probably a safety hazard at this point, and lethargically picked yourself back up to make the way to your dorm. That was...until a familiar voice called out your name.

What a joke... He must have finally seen the messages. you inwardly laughed, staring blankly at the fae standing in front of you in the middle of the courtyard. He wasn't his cheery self per usual, he wasnt trying to poke fun or flirt with you, he was serious. His red eyes weren't glistening with playfulness, they were...not the Lilia you knew.

"Well if it isn't the man of the hour!" You called out, forcing yourself to laugh grimly, trying to rush past him, "better get inside before you get soaked too-" Lilia grabbed hold of your arm and pulled you back. He knew what you were doing, you were trying to pretend none of it ever happened. You were pushing back the fact you were hurt, and avoiding what he had to say because you already knew. You didn't want to hear him say it, you just wanted to dry off in your dorm and sleep the horrible day away, sleep away the burning in your heart and the wrenching feeling of dread that tore in the pit of your stomach.

"(y/n)-" He said, the playfulness that normally sang in his words was no longer there, only cold seriousness intertwined with his demeanor instead. You flinched, unable to reach his gaze and having a difficult time removing yourself from his strong grasp. You never knew that hearing your name come out of his mouth could feel so...estranged. It was common that hearing him say your name would make your heart dance in backflips, however this time it made your heart sting for a different reason.

"Please-" You choked out, "I just...want to go home." He shook his head and lightened his grip on your arm, where you were finally able to remove it and rub your wrist gently. A few seconds of silence felt far too long, the air was thick and the rain seemed as if it began to let up. His hands were placed on his hips as he sighed and shifted his gaze down with a shake of his head.

"I believe my joking has gone too far this time, i'm afraid," He said, looking up at you with pitiful eyes.

don't look at me like that, you thought in apprehension and a pained expression painting your features, like I should be empathized with. Like I am below you, like I...fabricated it all in my mind. No matter how much you wanted to say the words out loud, you couldn't seem to find your voice. So, he continued.

"I was under the impression that we were going along with a joke, I wasn't aware you had harbored real feelings for me. Forgive this old Faerie, I'm afraid I'm rather dense when it comes to romance, much less the... romantic advances of a human."

Your eyes widened slightly as your chest seemed to cave into itself. That word... Human. He was drawing a line, reminding you of what you are, and what he is. You knew this all along and had come to terms with falling in love with a Fae, especially one aged as much as Lilia himself. You scoffed and your sadness soon turned into anger, you quickly found your voice. With clenched fists and nails digging into your palms, the shaky unsureness was replaced with adrenaline and rage.

"I know!" You yelled sternly, looking down at the ground with tears of melancholy rushing down your flushed cheeks red with vexation. Lilia didn't seem to have much of a reaction to the sudden outburst, he gently folded his arms and listened to you as your poured your heart out of your lungs.

"I understand. I'm a naïve human, and you're a wise old Fae!" You sobbed, "Do you really think I'm that stupid?!" Your eyes were lit with fires, looking up to reach his own slitted orbs of deep Burgundy. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, he had a frown upon his lips and eyes devoid of any strong emotion, but you didn't care anymore.

"You have lived many years, far past my own. I get that! But you know what, I didn't care about any of those differences, because I love you, goddamit! I love you because you're Lilia, I wasn't even thinking about your age, your race, or anything! But I get it, I know what you're thinking." Your heart pounded and throbbed in your chest, even after admitting your feelings out like that, you still couldn't tell what Lilia was thinking this very moment behind those eyes. He hadn't moved a single muscle since you began your confession.

"To you, I'm just...a young human who can find anyone else that will fulfill my romantic needs that this is a phase of infatuation, But I-" He finally held his hand up, and you can feel the line he was putting between the two of you. He knew you were going to try and tell him that those things didn't matter to you, how you could still live happily by his side, and convince him that you didn't care what happened in the future, but to live in the present. However you can also tell there was no changing his mind, there was no convincing him, and his convictions were final.

"It seems that you already know what I'm going to say," Lilia spoke in a calm authoritative tone, "I hope we can still enjoy each other's companionship as friends, however, it cannot go any further than that. I apologize for casting confusion in your mind, (y/n), however romance is..." He turned his back, "far too late for me."

With that being said, you blankly stared at him as he left you behind, once again sitting limply against the side wall of the gate. You tried to tell yourself you understand, and perhaps this was nothing more than a..."right person wrong time" situation. As you tried to console your mind with reasonings to your stressful encounter, you weren't entirely certain how long you sat out as the rain in which you thought was dissipating, began to thunder and pour it's tears as it had earlier.

The only sounds left behind was the sad song of a broken heart, and the rain drowning out your defeated sobs.

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A link to my master list!

- don't worry I have a fluff I'm also writing about Lilia and reader to make up for the angst.

- honestly I feel like I'm not very good at writing angst and I have a difficult time creating an atmosphere of like...heart break, so if you have any suggestions for improvement please do let me know, I enjoy reading (CONSTRUCTIVE) feedback to enhance my writing skills!

- I also have so many ideas for like...an aftermath of all of this. If you have any ideas or suggestions as well, please share! Perhaps I'll write a second part...

PT 2 HERE

[rnakamura22]

Yandere Lillia Vanrouge

prefect is female!

The mysterious former general of the army of the Briar Valley 700 year old vampire fairy. Vice dorm leader of Diasomnia.

He thought his love ended with Malleus’s mom, the princess he swore to protect.

But then, you came along. A complete opposite direction of who he used to love. You were fragile, unable to use magic, kind and always looking out for others, bold and fearless, and far from the spectrum when it comes to throwing tantrums or being prideful and selfish because let’s be real. The princess was not the best gal when it came to listening to people or thinking about the consequences. We have to say it. She tried to make pranks on the Queen’s wand for god damn sake!

From Lillia’s eyes, you were like a baby. 16 year old!? That’s a baby! And yet you work hard so much despite the hardships you have to endure, amusing and kind , and not to mention mesmerizing and pretty! He had competition when it come to you for sure, but Lilia could feel the love burning in his heart. He had second thoughts about the age gap though. (I mean, what will happen at you and his kid’s parent and teacher conferences or field days?) But he put that aside. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it!

Lilia starts popping up in your daily lives, helping you with homework, and coming to Ramshackle Dorm to talk with you. Being a rather cute appearance for a guy,(Let’s face it, he’s cute and pretty)it’s easier to let down your guard with him.

that’s where the villain comes into the picture. He starts manipulating you, controlling your schedule, who you talk to, spreading rumors about you, and maybe casting a few spells to keep off pests. Soon, Lilia is all you can think about.

A way back home? That’s uncertain and dangerous! The risk is too horrible to consider! Lilia is determined to keep you safe and sound. He puts all bad things out of the way(AKA mess with your memories by magic), and smile cutely when you confess to him.

“To think I get a cute lover at this age! Life truly surprise me!”

Lilia cares about you, never puts you aside, and swear to protect you. He’s a fae, and faes are possessive. You could never outrun him, and he will never lose you, and Lilia will do whatever it takes to prove that.

[miriamladyvoid]

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My ask: Yes, orders are finally open! >:D I can request a scenario of Diasomnia Boys x (fem) reader listening to her sing with a sad voice the song of "The other woman" by Lana del Rey (you can refuse if the request does not convince you, your writing always makes my day )

Sure! I’ll do my best! And thank you, that’s so nice of you to say! I hope you don’t mind, but I made them headcanons instead. (I think. I’m not very good with fanfic lingo.) It was just easier for me at the moment.

The reason The Prefect/Reader feels a connection to the song is up to you, obviously. (Example, They were cheated on in the past, one of their parents cheated on the other, or they just like the song.)

Diasomnia, Not The Other Woman. Fem!Reader. Established relationship.

A soft, sad voice met his ears, making him perk up. He was pretty sure he’d never heard the song before. Looking up, he saw his beloved bustling around her dorm, dusting and putting random junk Grim and the Ghosts left lying around into a trunk she had dragged out of the other room.

What could she have experienced in her life to make her sing such a song with such feelings behind it?

Malleus Draconia

Malleus was pretty sure she forgot he was there.

He was scared that she somehow thought she was the “other woman” to him.

“My Dearest, what song is that?”

Nearly let out a sigh of relief when she explained that it wasn’t a song she came up with and was instead a song performed by an artist she enjoyed in her original world.

Offered to play his violin for her sometime.

She got super excited when she got the idea about singing along while he played the Violin, and he liked the idea himself.

Might or might not have fantasies about playing along while she sings their future children to sleep, now. (Nope, definitely does not.)

But something that definitely did happen is that Malleus was determined never to have her feel such sad feelings because of him. (He already was, but his resolve strengthened. You know, you know.)

Silver

It would’ve lulled him back to sleep if he wasn’t concerned about how sad she sounded as she sang it.

“(Y/n)? You okay?” “Yup!”

Her voice took on it’s usual tone.

When he asked about it she told him that the song was from a artist in her home world, but she felt a connection to it.

He didn’t ask for the reason, he was sure she would tell him one day when she was ready.

He began to help her tidy up, only to begin to fall asleep after awhile.

But he was still awake enough to register her giggling and leading him back over to the sofa and putting a blanket over him.

When he felt her lips meet his cheek and heard her whisper a “I love you sleep well”. He smiled, falling asleep for real to the sound of her lovely voice.

Sebek Zigvolt

(Okay, but in all seriousness, (Sorta, I’m mostly joking here) MC would be the other woman… Next to Malleus.)

What song is that?! Is this your way of telling me you think I’m cheating on you?!”

She began to die laughing and explained that it was a song from her home world.

“Oh…”

She stopped singing for a while until he said, “You can… Keep singing, if you want.”

She tried not to laugh at his bashful way of asking her to keep singing, and continued with the song.

Later, Sebek decided to tell her about some of the lullabies Lilia used to sing to him, Malleus and Silver.

Because he wants her to sing to him. A fact that he hints at, but can never seem to bring himself to say plainly.

Boy’s way of “hinting” is pretty much just asking her how one song or another went, doesn’t matter if he’s the one who taught her all the words, he’s forgotten them, and no! He can’t look them up! You look them up!

Sebek really does like her voice, it holds power behind it, meaning you can always hear the emotion behind it.

He’d like to hear her sing along with his master’s playing someday. (Did you really think Malleus wouldn’t have something to do with this?)

Lilia Vanrouge

You have a lovely voice my darling.”

She squealed in surprise as his lips brushed aginst her ear. Earning a laugh from him in the process.

He figured it was a song from her original world, so he asked her about it.

She started talking about how she sympathize with the woman in the song.

Lilia decides to teach her some of his favorite songs. And asks her to teach him some more songs from her world.

He likes the idea of singing together.

Soon, he can join in with a number of songs she taught him whenever she starts to hum, and vice-versa.

They sound great together. The other members of Diasomnia, or the ghosts or Ramshackle, always get a smile on their face when they hear the voice of The Diasomnia Vice Housewarden and The Ramshackle Prefect harmonizing together. (Grim likes it to, but doesn’t care to admit it.)

The original publication and writing belongs to @hiddenbythefakepinksnow (Post recovered) 31/10/22

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Language of the flowers of each Banner:

First Banner: Adonis: Sorrowful Reminiscences. Second Banner: Birch Betula: Remorse. Third Banner: Fern Filices: Concealed Love.

[adultish-momma]

High Horses and Lashing Vipers

Two prideful people fight in a kitchen. That's it, that's the fic.

Warnings!(?): Jamil and Yuu curse. A lot. Nothing too extreme (at least I don't think), but there are quite a few f bombs. I headcannon that Jamil curses a lot in his head so when he feels safe enough to speak without a filter that translates to real life.

A/N: Can you tell which trope Yuu and Jamil would be after this fic? No but honestly I mentally come back to this fight all. the. time. I've had most of this dialogue in my drafts for almost two years? So I figured it was finally time to put this piece to bed. Hope you all enjoy!

As always please do let me know if there's any warnings you think I've missed!

"How's it feel?"

They startle him, appearing like a ghost to haunt him with his failures. He cuts them a mean side-eye, glare intensifying at the disappoinment radiating off of them.

"How's what feel?" He hopes his words drip venom. He feels like he can still feel the poison from the ink racing in his veins. Part of him hopes they still feel it too.

"How's it feel knowing you had the entirety of the Scalding Sands in the palms of your hands, and you threw it all away?"

They can't be serious.

"Threw it away?" A derisivie scoff. "You took it from me. I had it, and you and those meddling mer-fucks ripped it away from me!"

"Please, your little coup hissy fit was nothing. You threw away any ounce of power you had when you decided to betray Kalim."

At this point Jamil is seething, that same viscous and angry feeling from the Overblot seeping into his pores. His vision blurs at the edges, eyes narrowing in on the insolent street-rat that dared oppose him.

"I have more power than Kalim could ever hope to possess. That pathetically naive child -"

"Owns your whole world. Your broken, fucked up caste system is maintained by those at the top, and it can be demolished by those at the top. And that child would have delivered every bit of social change you ever craved for on a fucking silver platter with a beaming smile on his face if you had asked for it when he trusted you."

"You have no idea what you're talking about -"

"No Jamil, you don't. You're still too blinded by your ridiculous need for what? 15 minutes of fame? Recognition? Validation from strangers who know nothing about you?"

"It's what I deserve!" he hisses. With every word, he steps into the prefect's personal space, backing them up until they have nowhere left to go. "That sniveling fool gets praised for being able to wipe his own ass, while I slave away keeping his dumbass alive and running this whole dorm and upholding my own grades and clublife and catering to his every fucking whim! So yes, Prefect, I do deserve to be worshipped and idolized just as much if not more than my master."

"YOU WERE!" They explode, forcing Jamil retreat lest he end up even more in their crossfire. It's the first time they've lost their composure, voice echoing off the kitchen tile. "You were idolized! This whole dorm never shut the fuck up about how good you are, how talented and disciplined and hardworking you are. And Kalim?"

"Stop." It's uttered threw gritted teeth. He can't bear to hear it anymore, not from anybody, but especially not from them.

"Kalim damn near worshipped the ground you walked on."

"Just stop."

"No. Because you're still not listening Jamil."

"Stop. Talking."

"You were number one in the eyes of everyone who mattered Jamil". It's said softly, whispered into the charged space between them. Damning words. Everything he's ever wanted to hear, and yet the straw that breaks the camel's back.

"GET OUT!"

It isn't until Jamil can't hear the prefect's receding footsteps that he thinks over their original question. "How's it feel?" Looking around the school kitchen (the only place that feels safe from the disdain of his dormmates on this entire campus), his eyes fall on the still dirty pots from the last time he was in here.

Jamil closes his eyes, and he can hear the Ramshackle residents laughing over the sounds of crockery clanging and pots bubbling. He can see it, the way they looked him in his eyes that first night, agreeing and trusting him before he could even think to use his unique magic. He can hear the smile in their voice over the din of the welcoming feast, and he can see them almost glowing under the moonlight.

Closing his eyes allows Jamil to recollect the way Kalim looked at the prefect.

He opens his eyes and still sees them backed into a corner, sees the self-righteous fire still burning behind their eyes. Eyes that stared him down. Despite knowing exactly what Jamil is capable of, Yuu still looked him in the eye, trusting him.

"How's it feel?" he ponders aloud. And slowly, a smile spreads on his face. "Freeing".

[solvrized]

secret texts

୨୧ ꒰ pairing ꒱ : silver x f!reader

୨୧ ꒰ context ꒱ : au silver was asking for love advice and accidentally sent the text to you

୨୧ ꒰ tags ꒱ : smut, sexting

୨୧ ꒰ author’s note ꒱ : its me again writing content for silver, aged up ofc. idk how to write out texts so pls forgive the look if it’s ugly x.x

It was a normal night for you. You were laying in bed listening to music and studying when your phone flashed a notification.

silver: well how am i supposed to tell [y/n] when every time i see her, my brain thinks less than appropriates thoughts

y: um, i’m gonna assume this wasn’t meant for me?

silver: please forgive me [y/n]. can you pretend you didn’t read that?

y: aww silver don't apologize. i'll continue to think about it actually. so you like me huh?

silver: no... i was telling someone what someone else said about you.

y: yeah uh huh, sure you were. if that’s the case, can you tell me who said it? maybe i think less than inappropriate thoughts about them too, who knows?

silver: i seriously doubt that.

y:well we’ll never know unless you just tell me.

silver: well that’s never going to happen so let’s just leave this conversation where it is, sorry for disturbing your night prefect.

y: well, now i’m just gonna have to assume it’s you who thinks about me that way. and that has me really wet right now, believe it or not.

silver: i find that very hard to believe.

you take your pillow and set it up in front of you so that you can lean your phone it. you slide off your underwear and open you legs and position yourself in front of the camera. leaving your face out so it’s just you from the lips down, in your night jersey and your area on display.

you take your fingers and spread your lips apart so that he can see how wet you are.

y: attachment.image

y: believe me now?

he swallows hard. not expecting for this conversation to be happening and certainly not expecting to see you like this. his boner growing hard in his own pants.

silver is very much a traditional man and he never expected to be seeing this from you.

yet, he can't help his growing desire for you. not wanting to miss this opportunity, he slides his boxers down and takes a picture.

carefully checking the name to make sure he doesn’t have the same mishap.

silver: attachment.image

silver: i can't believe i'm dong this. look what what you’ve done.

y: can i tell you all the things that i want to do to you right now?

silver: please go ahead.

y: well first i’d love to see how you taste. your cock looks nice and big and i’d love to see how much of you i could fit. i’d pay attention to every breath and moan you make when my tongue glides over you so i know what to keep doing.

silver: i’d hold your head in my hands as i fuck your mouth. i’d push myself into the back of your throat making you take all of me. i’d cum in your mouth and watch you swallow every last drop.

y: my my silver, who knew you had this in you?

y: after that, i would stand up and bend over so that you could take me. you’d smack my ass really hard and you’d slam into me as i scream your name over and over.

silver: i’d grab your boobs for stability and play with them as i pound into you over and over. i wouldn’t stop until you were begging me to let you cum

y: i’d squeeze myself around you to feel you twitch inside of me

silver: and i’d make you let me fill you up so much that i’d be dripping down your leg

y: i think i'm cumming for real now

silver: yeah i’ve definitely made a mess on my bed

y: we should maybe do this in real life sometime huh?

silver: can i at least take you out on a proper date first?

y: of course. i can't wait :)

[romione-trope-fest]

How to Parent Gryffindors

Fic Title: How to Parent Gryffindors

Author Name: Voldemorts-tap-shoes/smjl

Selected Trope: OOTP Missing Moment

Brief Summary: Ron and Hermione are the parents of Gryffindor Tower.

Word Count: 1436

Rating: T

Any Trigger Warnings: none

***

Gryffindor Tower is its usual hive of activity, despite Hermione’s best efforts otherwise. Fanged Frisbees are flying about, a number of students seem to be suffering from different effects of Fred and George’s Skiving Snackboxes—though the twins are conspicuously absent from the chaos—a stench of Firewhiskey hangs in the air from an untraceable source, and one first-year is hanging from the overhead light by his toes.

It’s not even the weekend yet.

Hermione feels as if she’s running on a hamster wheel, lap after lap around the common room. For every fire she puts out—mostly figurative, one literal—it seems that three more crop up. Not to mention she’s got loads of homework piled up waiting for her, and she hasn’t even begun her OWL revisions yet. The term has barely started and she’s already behind. She almost longs for the days of her Time Turner. Almost.

And of course she’s going it alone, much to her chagrin. Ron went straight down to the pitch with Harry after dinner, hoping to get some practice in before tryouts. She knows how important this is to him, but it would be nice if he could make time for other things, too, and not leave her to wrangle the insanity by herself.

Despite the stress of it all, it’s not terrible being Prefect. Not that she thought it would be; she was delighted to get the badge after working so hard for the past four years. But she was a bit worried that the other students wouldn’t respect her or would give her a hard time. Fortunately, that hasn’t been the case. They all listen to her—well, mostly all of them, Ron’s brothers being a notable exception—but the thing about Gryffindors is that they aren’t very good at policing themselves. They’ll break every rule in the book until they’re instructed not to. She envies Hannah and Padma, who surely aren’t dealing with this type of three-ring-circus in their own common rooms.

Her fellow students are starting to trickle up to their bedrooms, though the continued noise from above tells her there isn’t much sleep going on yet, and Hermione finally decides to take a breather and start on her Ancient Runes assignment. Fortunately, her favorite spot by the fire has opened up, and she settles in with her textbook and a fresh sheaf of parchment.

Between the commotion in the room and her focus on the translation assignment in front of her, Hermione doesn’t even hear Ron and Harry return until they’ve flopped down on either side of her. “How was practice?” she asks as she turns over to the next page.

“Well—it wasn’t a real practice,” Ron says sheepishly, leading Hermione to wonder if it’s a good or bad thing that it wasn’t a real practice.

“Rubbish,” Harry counters. “Ron did great.”

“Harry’s just a bloody terrible chaser, is all.” Ron traces a finger down the edge of her book cover and changes the subject. “Runes?”

“Yes, I’m taking a break.”

“What is Ancient Runes a break from?” Harry asks, his lips curling in disgust. “Breeding blast-ended skrewts?”

Hermione shoots a glare at him before turning her eyes back to her work. “Actually, I’ve been running around this common room like a wild niffler trying to keep everyone in order. Just because I’m not on rounds tonight doesn’t mean I don’t still have responsibilities as a Prefect.”

“Honestly, Hermione, you’re going to work yourself to death,” Ron scolds. “You can take a night off, you know.”

“Maybe I could if I had help,” she snaps back before she can think better of it.

It’s not really a fair critique—she wasn’t officially on duty tonight, and nor was Ron—but once the words are out there, she knows she can’t take them back. They’ll have to be dealt with. Ron shifts against the sofa to face her fully, his jaw clenched as he ponders his response. Hermione is vaguely aware of Harry slipping away with a muttered excuse about needing to send a letter to Sirius, but she knows he’s just escaping the row that’s brewing. The tension ripples between them, both refusing to break eye contact, until Ron quirks an eyebrow at her and speaks.

“You don’t think I’m taking this seriously.” It’s an accusation, not a question, and it puts Hermione on the defensive.

“I don’t think you take it as seriously as some of your other pursuits,” she replies, then adds with a pointed look at the broom propped against the wall behind him, “Quidditch, for instance.”

“Just because Quidditch isn’t important to you—“

“I just think, with everything else going on, it shouldn’t be a priority.”

“You’re acting like I skived off on you on rounds or something,” Ron argues, his voice rising. “I didn’t have Prefect duties tonight, so there was nothing to prioritize. Oi!” His focus shifts suddenly to a cluster of third-years, watching their argument from behind the cover of a chess set. “Haven’t you lot got homework or something?”

“Finished it,” one of them says with a shrug.

“Find some more,” Ron snaps, and the younger students scatter as Seamus laughs from nearby.

“Can’t blame ‘em for wanting to see the show, now can you?” he jokes while Dean tries to hide his own laughter behind his hand.

Ron huffs as he gets to his feet, standing up to his full, towering height. His sweeping gaze around the room sends a few more students scampering off up the staircase to the dorms or out the portrait hole. Lee Jordan helps the first-year down from the chandelier without provocation, and then they both disappear, too. Dean and Seamus turn their attention back to a game of Exploding Snap, and the few other students that remain are paying them no mind.

With a satisfied nod, Ron resumes his seat on the sofa and turns back to Hermione, who has watched this sequence of events unfold in wonder. Ron just got the entire common room in order without a word, and she can’t help but voice her confusion. “How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You just—” Hermione gestures broadly around the room, indicating the suddenly calm state of things. “It took me all evening to get things even half this sorted.”

“I dunno. They just respect me, I guess. Not—” Ron’s cheeks begin to glow as he hurries to correct himself. “Not that they don’t respect you, it’s just—you know—we have different parenting styles.”

That cannot be what Ron just said. Hermione must have misheard him. Except that Ron’s face is now rapidly darkening to a shade of red that matches the Gryffindor-colored couch they’re sharing. “Different what?” she croaks.

“Well—you know—you’re—and I—” Ron flounders for a moment before finally deciding to just barrel on with it. “It’s like how Mum is always on us about every little thing, and Dad’s more big-picture. But then when he does get involved, you just know you’re in trouble.”

Hermione’s face is on fire, and Ron looks like he’s hoping for a hole to open up in the floor and drop him all the way down to the dungeons. She understands what he means—he’s not wrong in his assessment, really, and they do sort of “parent” Harry in the same way he’s describing. But suddenly, the idea of co-parenting with Ron is all she can think about. Not that she hasn’t thought about it before. Ron and her, that is. Together. But not—as parents. To the same children. About—Merlin’s pants—what leads to children.

Has Ron thought about it? About any of it? He won’t even fully look at her right now, his attention dedicated to the fraying spine of her textbook as he fiddles with a loose thread.

“That’s one way to put it, I suppose,” Hermione whispers, not trusting her voice. “We’re just—different.”

“Right.” Ron swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat. “And a good team.”

“Yes. That too.” Hermione can’t take the tension anymore, and if she sits here any longer, she might embarrass both of them further by snogging Ron senseless. “Well, I think that’s enough Runes for one night,” she says as she stands up and gathers her things. “See you at breakfast?”

“Yeah. Brilliant. See you at breakfast,” Ron echoes.

Hermione can’t resist one last glance at Ron as she reaches the staircase to the dorms. When she turns around, she finds Ron looking right back at her. Their gazes meet for only an instant before they both hurry to look away again. Somehow, though, Hermione finds she doesn’t mind the heat in her cheeks so much this time.

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

🦈Rocking The Boat🩸

[Synopsis]: Azul offered MC/Yuu to perform a gif at the Monstro Lounge and let them choose what kind of performance they would do. Except he didn’t console with them as the Octo-schemer learned too late.

[Gender Neutral Reader]

[WARNING]: Foul language in the song and best advise to lower your volume when listening to the song.

[A/N]: This is one of my favorite songs from Ice Nine Kills when I first listened to their album, “The Silver Scream.” I highly recommend to lower your volume settings since the song can be loud in some parts and wouldn’t want to damage your ears.

[Ice Nine Kills - Rocking The Boat (ft. Jeremy Schwartz)]

[Monstro Lounge]

MC/Yuu: Are you sure you want me to perform?

Azul: Of course! You must have songs from your world many never heard of until now. It should bring more customers in.

MC/Yuu: Alright, but fair warning: it can get loud. Best to give a disclaimer if there’s anyone who may be sensitive to hearing and flashing lights. We also need a heads-up to any Mer-shark people who are present during the show.

Azul: Why would you need to add that?

MC/Yuu: You’ll see.

[8:30 p.m.]

Jade: Evening everyone. Tonight will be a grand show starring The Prefect from the Ramshackle Dorm. Before we start the special night, there will be warnings of high volumes and flashy light effects. We may also warn Mer-Shark civilians of the show.

Mer-Shark People in the audience: Why would they warn us?

Jade: They informed me it is a song about a great white shark that kills people.

Mer-Shark People: Oooh yeah.

Jade: Now, let the show begin.

[The lights dimmed and smoke effects cover the stage. Then reveals MC/Yuu, with a microphone in hand and inhales…]

MC/Yuu:

SHARK!!!!

Coast guard, this is the Orca. Do you read me?

Four and a half miles due east of Amity Island

This is an official distress call, over

We all know a place

That appears so sublime

But if you dive a little deeper

You'll hit the real bottom line

The head of the town is out there flashing his teeth

A telltale sign about to surface

That there's a monster lurking underneath

They're thrashing around but found

They can't contain the leak

'Cause I've got a fish to fry

That's feeding on the weak

So cast a line for every life they took

It's time to set the-

Lilia, as the supporting lines: Hook!

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

We all know a place

Where the calm flees at night (night, night)

And safe is just a shadow

So we swim towards the light

If this voyage of valor

Put us on deck for death

We'll compare scars with each other

Until our very last breath

Lilia: Yeah!

They're thrashing around but found

They can't contain the leak

'Cause I've got a fish to fry

That's feeding on the weak

So reel it in with every trick in the book

It's time to set the-

Lilia: Hook!

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

Coastguard, this is the Orca again

We need you out here now

The boat is under attack, it's a great white, over

Roger that, ETA fifteen minutes, over

In fifteen minutes we'll be fucking shark bait

Last chance to make amends

Lilia: So try to stay afloat

With sharks like you among us

Lilia: We'll need a bigger boat

Sold us down the river

Lilia: So the rich could stay rich

But now you've been caught

Lilia: So smile…

You son of a bitch

Sinking with the burning embers

Should be any sign of doubt

That this tale will be remembered

And the tide will forever flush them out

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

[After the song was finished, the audience applauded and whistled.]

[After the show]

Azul: Prefect, that was…

Floyd: AWESOME! Shrimpy surprised everyone tonight.

MC/Yuu: Thanks, but you can compliment Lilia for his vocals.. It wasn't easy screaming the parts and had to practice. It woke the Ghosts up because they thought a Banshee came by.

Azul: The song came from your world and based on a killer shark.

MC/Yuu: Yeah, from Steven Spielberg's movie "Jaws". I still get excited to watch parts where Bruce gets his victims in the water.

Azul: You scare me sometimes, Prefect. You really do.

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