#or he’d be ortho

[celestie0]

need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au

[crystallizsch]

i think ortho deserves a cute little partner to fawn over

as a treat.

[orphiicheartd]

The fact that Silver absolutely clowned…and it actually worked

[smoreboi]

giving characters stickers in the guest room is so funny to me because I always imagine just walking up to them and just bapping it onto their forehead. Or doing like me and my friends do and like, trying to discreetly place them and not get caught. Characters be walking out of the guest room covered in stickers head to toe and they can’t do anything to stop me.

[nami-moittli]

He’s MY oc (he’s really not but basically atp) and I get to chose what he wears

[telephoniii]

REALLY…HIM?

☆彡 in which professor trein judges your relationship with the NRC boys

NRC boys x Reader (minus Ortho)

Word Counter: 3K

Warnings: Reader is Prefect, Trein is your father figure, established relationship, possible OOC

A/N: life’s getting pretty hectic so i’m sorry if my upload schedule slows down. i hope you enjoy :>

ace trappola

Can’t say he’s surprised, just disappointed. It makes sense; he was one of your first friends. However, that doesn’t make him any less troublesome. Despite being a first-year, Ace is one of the biggest slackers and troublemakers on campus— much to Trein’s dismay. His main worry is that Ace will poorly influence you. He’s already seeing it with the two of you getting a crazy amount of detentions and scoldings for unthinkable reasons. You’ve got it rough already being from another world, you don’t need a devil on your shoulder convincing you to get into all kinds of trouble. It’s a real shame said devil is your boyfriend. He’ll allow the relationship and all will seem swell. Little do you know that he pulled Ace aside and had a long chat.

deuce spade

A fine pick; Trein is neither severely impressed nor disappointed. He doesn’t think Deuce is too bad, but he believes you could do better. Deuce will need to somehow prove himself to Trein. On the outside, Trein looks like he absolutely hates his guts. His eyes are always staring at Deuce with this sharp look and it gets the card soldier real nervous real fast. In reality, it’s just Trein keeping a closer eye on him + his RBF. He’s relatively neutral on the first year, yet Deuce is fully convinced that his professor wants to set him on fire.

cater diamond

Trein is very annoyed with your choice. He doesn’t like Cater’s social media addiction and would much rather have you hit the books than scrolling through Magicam. Not to mention, he feels as though something about Cater’s happy-go-lucky attitude is a facade, and doesn’t trust him around you. Cater finds Trein scary, but he’s not as intimidated as Deuce. As he does with Ace, Trein takes Cater to have a talk, and—surprisingly— his opinions on the third year improve. He doesn’t fully like him, but he’ll tolerate Cater more so than beforehand. Cater also offers to help Trein make a social media account; it’s cute yet chaotic all the same watching them bond.

trey clover

Before Trein can form a solid thought on Trey, the vice housewarden is subtly trying to win his favor. Trey knows how about his father-like connection to you and immediately shapes up. He gifts Trein different pastries and learns which ones he’s partial to. What really wins the professor over is when Trey starts volunteering to help clean his classroom after class. Trein won’t even know the two of you are already together and he’ll make comments around you like, “That Clover boy is real nice…” Needless to say, Trein approves of Trey long before he finds out you both are in a relationship.

riddle rosehearts

Trein immediately scowls when he hears the news of your relationship. You’d think he’d approve due to Riddle’s intellect and dutiful behavior. Admittedly, Trein does like that about Riddle. But he despises the boy’s bursts of anger, finding them childish and unfitting for a future mage. He’s seen the housewarden go berserk on one too many students and doesn’t trust he won’t do the same to you. Trein doesn’t want you walking on eggshells around your own partner. This is another one who’ll have to prove themselves to Trein. Riddle will be upset when he hears of Trein’s low opinion of him, but gets a surge of motivation to convince him otherwise. You’ll find Riddle working even harder on his studies than before you didn’t even think that was possible in hopes of gaining Trein’s favor. He’ll eventually get it. I imagine that Riddle does some small, heroic deed for you that really shows his love, and Trein just so happens to be passing by and sees it. Once your unofficial official father in Twisted Wonderland gets along with Riddle, expect to be nagged about missing assignments and homework a WHOLE LOT.

jack howl

Similar to Trey, he immediately knows about your bond with Trein. Instead of trying to win over the professor, Jack takes a more blunt approach. He goes straight to his desk after class and tells him about your relationship, being upfront about his feelings towards you. Trein respects it. He thinks that Jack has more guts than most on campus and trusts him to protect you. He’s quite supportive of the relationship, acting as a mentor for the both of you. You can catch him watching the two of you with a tiny smile, murmuring something along the lines of, “Young love.” The two of you remind him of his own marriage with his late wife. It makes him sentimental in a way.

ruggie bucchi

A BIG 180 FROM JACK. Trein thinks this guy is sleazy. Ruggie couldn’t care less in the beginning, finding it funny to practically hang off your shoulder while Trein stared daggers into him. Then it started to seep in that it may or may not be important to get Trein’s approval for a long-term relationship with you. That’s when he gets his act together and completely starts sucking up to Trein. He’ll help out with paperwork, errands, cleaning up, etc! All for free! much to his dismay All Ruggie asks for in return is Trein’s support for your relationship. He catches Trein by surprise with how well his work ethic is. The lengths the hyena goes to for you ends up leaving the professor impressed.

leona kingscholar

Professor Trein is both surprised and disappointed. Now how did this happen? He didn't think Kingscholar was capable of being nice to anyone, let alone get into a whole relationship. Well, he bugs you to tell your boyfriend to start showing up to class. He’s not exactly happy with you dating a huge slacker like him, but Trein knows that Leona is a smart boy. Brash and not his first pick, sure, but he wouldn’t play with your heart or rope you into anything stupid. He trusts Kingscholar to protect you. But if he starts seeing you begin to skip class— which is going to happen, Leona’s going to make you do it at least once— he’ll pull YOU aside and give you an earful. Tough love, unfortunately.

floyd leech

Hell no. All the red blaring flags. Now why would you go and do that? Really? Out of EVERYONE? You bet your bottoms Trein is actively speaking out against your relationship every single time he sees you. He doesn't even want to try to talk to Floyd. Trein is convinced you are addicted to getting in trouble and lets out the biggest old man sigh. Is there any way Floyd can win the professor’s favor? Probably not. And if there was a way, would Floyd even do it? Big fat no. Floyd thinks it is hilarious that Professor Trein disapproves, upping his affections around him with that toothy grin of his. And if you guys have a class together that Trein teaches? Chaos. Expect a lot of paper balls to be thrown at you.

jade leech

“Are you okay??” Is the first thing Trein asks when you tell him you and Jade are in a relationship. Doesn't exactly trust the boy, but Jade tends to behave around him. The professor has always seen him being picture-perfect whenever he’s around which is 100% suspicious, but Trein doesn't have any solid reasons to disapprove. Jade, like his brother, finds the whole situation very amusing. He’s always figuring out new ways to appear like the ‘ideal boyfriend’ to Trein. If he ever talks to the professor he’ll slip in a comment like, “I never disappoint, trust me” and it makes Trein distrust him even more.

azul ashengrotto

Now what bet did you lose for this to have happened? At least Ashengrotto is a star student, you need to hang out around more of those in his opinion. After confirming that, “No, no bet was lost,” and “No, he’s not paying for my love,” Trein was pretty alright with it. The Monstro Lounge is a student-ran organization, it's clear from that the young boy is capable and responsible. He just keeps a very, very close eye on you two. The last thing Trein wants is for Azul to take advantage of you since— knowing him— he seems like the type to do so. Expect frequent questions of “How’s your relationship going?” and “He’s treating you right, right?” Azul is going to get asked to stay after class to talk. Trein then proceeds to threaten lecture him on how to properly treat your lover. He just wants to make sure you don't get wrapped up in one of those contracts he’s heard about. Azul has quite the track record.

kalim al asim

Automatically assumes you’re dating him for the money and begins to ramble about how you should marry for love. Tells you about his late wife and how much he loved her— it is so sweet I'm actually crying. That's the kind of love he wants you to have. You’ve got to reassure him that, “Yes, my certified father figure, I do love him very much and I’m not just in it for the money.” After that talk, he finds the relationship sweet but kind of concerning. Kalim is a nice boy but severely naive and, frankly, incompetent. Trein starts to go a little harder on Kalim in class, not that he was going easy anyway. He scrutinizes the essays he turns in and chastises him for missing an assignment. As he watches you kiss Kalim on the cheek after getting an A, Trein can only sigh and think, “He’s lucky he’s rich.”

jamil viper

Trein’s pretty okay with him. He’s a level-headed guy with passable grades and the title of a vice housewarden. However, the professor did hear about his Overblot and does think that there's more beneath the surface. He doesn't judge him for his Overblot, no. But Trein does keep a closer eye on him to make sure he isn't scheming anything involving you. The professor also tries to push him to do better academically. He’s heard from you about how smart Jamil truly is and can see his potential, so he tries to get him to stop holding back. Jamil is a little appreciative of it and respects Trein as your father figure, but still isn't a fan of sticking out. Nor does he plan on giving into Trein’s attempts.

epel felmier

Is fine with the relationship at first. He was polite, soft-spoken, and a part of Pomfiore. Most students belonging to that dorm are pompous, but respectful nonetheless. Then Epel’s true nature comes out and Trein is constantly reprimanding him for horseplay. It's kinda funny how surprised Trein is by Epel’s country toughness. The professor definitely had his suspicions— nobody at NRC is innocent, he’s learned every student here has some sort of dark side— but he definitely wouldn't have expected this. A part of Trein actually prefers him like this. You are dating someone with a backbone who will defend you. He encourages Epel to be himself around him, promising a judgment-free area. They get along pretty well surprisingly, with Trein being a sort of mentor to him. Overall, very sweet and Trein approves.

rook hunt

In the most blunt way possible, Trein tells you, “Your boyfriend weirds me out.” He thinks Rook is an oddball for sure. No way around it. Is half convinced Rook is stalking him. Because he is. When you explained to your boyfriend about the bond you had with Professor Trein, he got way too intrigued and ended up ‘watching’ Trein like he does to Leona. It's not until the professor makes a passing comment about being paranoid that he’s being watched that you realized, “Oh shit my boyfriends stalking you.” You don't say that to him— you don't want Rook getting in trouble. So you settle on having a really long talk with Rook about it who reassures you he’d never disturb your father figure or the absolutely beautiful bond between the two of you. He still worries you sometimes when he goes missing and randomly reappears by walking out of Trein’s classroom.

vil schoenheit

Trein worries that Vil won’t make the time for you. He’s aware that Schoenheit is a busy boy as he’s missed his class plentiful in the past. He’ll make Vil stay after class for a little to talk to him about it, giving him a fatherly warning about being ready to fully commit to a relationship and the time it takes to manage one. Vil is, admittedly, insulted that Trein doubts his ability to wholeheartedly love you but takes it in stride. He sees this as a sign to up his game in the romance department and properly does so, dedicating more time to pampering you. The professor expresses his concerns to his coworker, Crewel, who talks his ear off about how much of a “good pup” Vil is and that he won't disappoint. Trein can’t help but agree when he spots you walking into class looking more freshened with slight makeup on and a new hair-do that Vil definitely did for you.

idia shroud

Once you break the news to Trein, he immediately asks to meet with Idia one-on-one. The blue-haired student rarely shows up to class! And that iPad isn't going to cut it forever! He needs to be able to size him up in person. Idia, naturally, is scared to death. At first, he immediately declines, insisting that they don't really need to meet up, the whole idea is stupid, and it’ll be fine if he stays right there in his room. Then you sit down with him and tell him how important Trein is to you and… sigh You landed a natural 20 on the dice of persuasion. Idia can’t believe he's doing this. You’re beside him the whole time as he stutters in front of Trein. Is Trein impressed? No, not at all. Yet your confidence in the Shroud and constant praise is reassuring. The professor’s going to make you force Idia into showing up in person in class. His attendance rivals Leona's.

sebek zigvolt

Doesn't really care for Sebek despite the first year's desperate attempts at trying to impress him. Sebek lost him after he started talking about Malleus when Trein asked about you. Ever since then, it’s just been him trying to win him back to no prevail. Kinda sad to watch. He’ll be the biggest gentleman ever: rushing to doors to open them for Trein, scrubbing his whole classroom for him from top to bottom, and yelling at other students to be quiet— though he was pretty much doing that before you two even got together. But every time Sebek gets close to winning the professor’s favor, he ends up going on a tangent about how amazing his liege is, and we're back at square one. You’ve got to rub him on the back and kiss him on the cheek while telling him, “Trein will come around one day!” Even if that day never comes.

silver

Not a fan. He’s witnessed Silver fall asleep in his class one too many times and thinks it's disrespectful. Once you tell Silver, he’s upset as it's not exactly something he can change, but will put in extra effort not only in Trein’s class but in all his classes. He studies with you beside him so you can prevent him from falling asleep when you see him get all drowsy-eyed. Trein immediately takes note of Silver’s hard work and grit as the boy passes his class with flying colors while asking if there’s anything he could do to help him after hours. It's only when he hears from his fellow teachers that Silver has been doing exceptionally well is he actually impressed. Afterwards, Trein will start being more understanding of Silver’s constant sleeping. He won't be any less strict, but he won’t lay into him for it as hard as before since learning it's out of Silver’s control. Trein thinks rather positively of your relationship, comparing it to the ones in the fairytales.

lilia vanrouge

A bit disturbed, to say the least. Lilia is older than him after all. Trein tried to keep a close eye on the two of you, but Lilia always caught him and pursued a staring match. Trein was always the first to look away. Lilia finds it entertaining. He tries to play tiny tricks on the professor, but you stop him at the very last minute. You sit down and try to explain that you deeply care about Trein and, by extension, what Trein thinks of him. Lilia proceeded to suggest that he brings Trein some cookies to win him over to which you immediately say no. Honestly, I don’t see Trein really ever warming up to Lilia. He just pretends the old bat doesn't exist and isn't your boyfriend. Lilia finds that incredibly funny while you're dying inside.

malleus draconia

The fact you were able to get close to the Draconia is an impressive feat to Trein. However, future ruler of Briar Valley or not, he intends to make sure that Malleus treats you right. Right when you tell Malleus that Trein is basically your father, the fae goes straight to the professor, confesses to him about your relationship, and swears to take good care of you with this ominous tone. Trein isn’t very fond of Malleus at first, struggling to decipher whether or not that introduction was genuine. It isn't until you go to him after class, gushing about the late-night walk you went on with Malleus yesterday and shoving cute little polaroid photos in his face does Trein begin to trust the fae. He makes sure to scold you for not being asleep at that time, yes, but he stares at one of the photographs for way too long, imagining you and Malleus as him and his late wife for a moment. A small smile appears on his face. However, he can’t help but think that the two of you are down a similar path; the happiest marriage ever, kids, and one lover outliving the other. A tragedy, but he’ll let you enjoy it while it lasts just like he did. As long as you’re happy.

[mercvry-glow]

Get your sparkle on

parings. jack Abbot x Cheer-Coach!reader

summary. Jack's wife take a visit to the er after an eventful a.m. practice at her gym and trouble ensues with her gaggle of cheerleaders.

warnings. age-gap (jack late 40s reader late 20s/early 30s), reader gets hurt, hospital setting, nothing too serious or punchy, not so secret marriage, let me know if there's anything else!

notes. as an ex-cheerleader I loved writing this! cheer!mom and cheer!dad jack for the win, he's a lovable grump in this one.

wc. 2500+

You hadn’t expected your morning to end in the back of an ambulance, but, well... here you were.

It started like any other day — early practice at the gym, you in your cropped pink zip-up and leggings, hair in soft curls and an iced coffee in hand, helping the senior stunt group clean up their tosses. You were walking one of the newer flyers through a cradle when suddenly she fell on you.

A sharp pop, blinding pain, and suddenly you were on the mat clutching your leg, trying to smile so you wouldn’t scare any of the girls.

Now, laid out on a stretcher with your cheerleader Grace glued to your side, you were trying not to wince as the paramedics wheeled you through the sliding doors of PTMC.

Your badge reel—pink, glittery, and proudly reading Head Coach in sparkly letters—was still clipped to your hoodie. A nurse clocked it as you passed, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing.

Grace, on the other hand, was vibrating with nerves. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” she kept saying, gripping your hand with both of hers. “I mean you’re not, like, okay-okay, but you’re conscious, and you’re not dead, and Jack is totally gonna fix this—”

“Grace,” you said gently, voice calm despite the ache pulsing through your leg, “I’m fine. I promise. You don’t need to panic.”

“But I am panicking,” she whispered urgently. “And Jack’s gonna panic even harder when he finds out they didn’t get him immediately. Should I tell them? I should tell them.”

You gave her a look—the same one you used when the girls got too rowdy during warm-ups. “We talked about this. No, babe.”

“But—” she lowered her voice, glancing around the ER. “They don’t even know you’re his wife. Shouldn’t someone know? You’re in pain, and he’d want to—”

A nurse appeared with a wheelchair, her eyes flicking between you and Grace.

“She’s with me,” Grace said quickly, defensive and fierce. “She’s not just some random patient. This is really bad.”

The nurse gave her a polite smile and helped transfer you gently. “We’ll get her seen quickly, don’t worry.”

“She needs Jack,” Grace added, her voice cracking.

The nurse paused just slightly. “Jack…?”

You exhaled slowly. Here we go.

“She means Dr. Abbot,” you said, trying not to wince as you shifted. “He’s my—he’s… we know him.”

You really weren’t ready to deal with the full explanation right now. Not when your leg was screaming and you were trying to maintain some semblance of dignity in your glitter-covered socks.

The nurse’s brows lifted just slightly but didn’t push. “Let’s get you to a bed, then we’ll go from there.”

The ER was still waking up—lights bright but not blinding, a few residents gathered around the central station with coffee cups and clipboards. Your name hadn’t reached the gossip chain yet, and for now, that was a gift.

Grace hovered nearby like an over-caffeinated hummingbird. “Should I text him? Can I text him? He’s probably already here, right? I could just yell for—”

“Please don’t yell,” you groaned.

She fidgeted with her phone, visibly vibrating. “You don’t get it. If I don’t say something and he finds out we didn’t, he’s going to be all scary. You’ve seen him. You married him.”

The nurse’s head turned at that, but you closed your eyes and didn’t respond.

You were halfway through the triage when one of the residents popped his head in, chart in hand. “You’re the coach, right? Cheer gym injury? I’m Dr. Shen,”

You nodded. “Sounds about right.”

“Looks like they flagged ortho already,” he said. “But you’ve got some swelling, maybe a fibula fracture. We’ll get imaging, but I’ll do a quick exam.”

As he moved toward your leg, you heard Grace mutter under her breath, “This is taking too long.”

You gently grabbed her wrist. “Deep breaths, babe. I’m okay. I promise.”

She nodded quickly, eyes glassy. “You can’t promise that.”

And before you could stop her, she spun toward the hallway something (or someone) clearly catching her eye and called out, voice loud and panicked:

“Dr. Abbot! Jack!”

Several heads turned. A nurse dropped her pen. One of the younger med students actually gasped.

The resident paused mid-exam. “Wait, did she just say—?”

You groaned, throwing your arm over your eyes. “Yup.”

And like clockwork, heavy footsteps pounded down the hallway. Voices called after him—probably someone trying to tell him to slow down, but he wasn’t listening.

Then he appeared, scrubs wrinkled, expression somewhere between murder and panic.

His eyes found yours instantly. “You okay?”

“Jack—” you started, but he was already at your side, checking your vitals, his hand on your wrist like he needed to feel your pulse himself to believe it.

You could feel the stares. The whispers. The dawning realization.

Grace, finally satisfied, sat down next to your bed and crossed her arms. “Told you.”

Jack didn’t even look at her. He just leaned down and brushed a kiss to your forehead.

“I told you not to stunt without spotters,” he muttered.

“And I told her not to make a scene,” you replied, lips twitching.

He glanced around and finally noticed the stunned silence.

“What?”

No one answered.

You closed your eyes again, cheeks warm. “They didn’t know.”

“Oh.” He straightened, suddenly aware of the audience. “Well… now they do.”

You were trying not to laugh at the awkward silence hanging in the air.

Jack had one hand still loosely wrapped around your wrist, like he couldn’t stop checking your pulse — despite the fact that a monitor, a nurse, and an extremely flustered resident were already doing the exact same thing.

You cleared your throat gently. “Jack… they kind of need to examine me. Officially.”

“I am examining you,” he said, like that somehow settled the matter. “You’re in my ER. You’re my patient.”

From the chair in the corner, Grace scoffed under her breath. “That’s not how it works and you know it.”

Jack glanced sideways at her. “Grace.”

She blinked innocently. “What? I didn’t say you’re doing a bad job. Just that you're being a little overdramatic with the heart rate check. That monitor has it covered.”

“You want to go monitor something? Are you a doctor?” he asked, dry.

She threw her hands up. “Fine. I’m quiet. See?” She sealed her lips with an invisible zipper and sat back, but the worry in her eyes didn’t fade.

You smiled faintly at the whole scene. The tension in your leg was awful, a hot ache pulsing up through your thigh, but the comfort of familiarity made it all a little more bearable.

Jack turned back to you, this time softening slightly as he brushed his fingers lightly over your hand. “Pain level?”

“Six,” you said. “Seven when I move it. I think I heard something pop.”

“Not surprised.” He gave you a once-over, eyes sharper now. “You look pale.”

“Fluorescent lighting is no one’s friend,” you muttered. “And I skipped my second coffee.”

He raised a brow. “You were spotting girls on one coffee?”

“I didn’t plan to get hurt, Jack.”

Behind him, Grace made a wounded noise. “She didn’t even flinch when it happened. Just said, ‘Huh. I think I’m hurt.’ Like it was no big deal. We all thought she was fine until she couldn’t walk.”

Jack looked over his shoulder. “And you brought her in?”

“I called 911,” she said, defensive. “And I rode with her. And I told them like six times that she’s your wife, but they acted like I was crazy!.”

Jack snorted. “Can’t imagine why.”

She gave him a pointed look. “You probably never talk about her at work. You could’ve warned people.”

“I thought we liked keeping it private,” he said, glancing at you again.

You smiled up at him. “We do. You just outed us by kissing me.”

“They were taking too long,” he muttered.

From her chair, Grace nodded solemnly. “That’s what I said.”

Jack ignored her, stepping aside as a nurse rolled in the portable ultrasound to check for swelling. A med student followed behind, clearly trying to avoid staring but failing spectacularly.

Jack caught the lingering gaze and turned, tone clipped. “Yes, we’re married. Yes, we kept it private. No, I’m not answering questions. Go page ortho again.”

The kid turned tail so fast you almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

Grace waited until he left, then leaned forward with wide eyes. “Can I please be the one to break it to the rest of the team?”

“No,” you and Jack both said at the same time.

She slumped. “Worth a shot.”

Jack gave your chart a once-over, then carefully shifted the pillow beneath your leg. “We’ll confirm with imaging, but it’s probably your fibula. Hairline, best case.”

You winced. “Ugh. That means no gym for—?”

“Two weeks minimum,” he cut in firmly. “Longer if ortho’s being conservative.”

Grace perked up again. “But you can still come sit and yell at us, right?”

“We’ll see,” Jack answered for you. “She’s going to rest first.”

“She can rest and yell. Comp season is starting soon..”

“Grace.”

She sat back again, muttering something that sounded like, “Overprotective, overachieving power couple,” under her breath.

You gave her a fond look. “Thank you for staying with me.”

She shrugged like it was nothing, but her voice was quiet when she answered, “You’d do it for me.”

Jack glanced between the two of you, and something in his expression shifted — that deep-down kind of respect he rarely showed unless he meant it.

“Hey,” he said, aiming it at Grace. “You did good this morning.”

She perked up. “Really?”

“Really. You almost atayed calm, made the right call, got her here fast.” He looked at you briefly. “She’s not an easy one to boss around when she’s being stubborn.”

Grace nodded solemnly. “No, she is not.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

Just then, a nurse came in with your chart and glanced between you and Jack. “We, uh�� need an attending on record. Someone not married to the patient.”

Jack finally stepped back, his hand lingering for one more second before dropping to his side. “Dr. Shen’s on call. I’ll send him in.”

“You really didn’t act like ‘just the husband,’” Grace whispered as he turned to go.

He didn’t answer, just shot her a knowing look and disappeared into the hallway.

You leaned back into the pillow, exhaling as the hum of the ER filled in the quiet again.

“Coach?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time, we should just call him first.”

You smiled at her, soft and full of love. “Only if you promise not to freak me out like that again.”

She squeezed your hand gently. “Deal.”

Now, a few weeks later you had barely made it halfway down the bleachers before your girls spotted you — which meant you’d barely made it halfway down the bleachers before you were swarmed.

“Coach!”

 “Oh my god, did you see us?!”

 “Grace hit the stunt and didn’t fall this time!”

 “Wait, are you okay? You’re not supposed to be walking—JACK!”

That last one was, of course, shrieked by Grace, who was already bounding up the stairs two at a time. She reached you first, wrapping you in a hug like she hadn’t seen you in warm-ups just two hours ago. Jack steadied your other side as she pulled back, eyes wide.

“You really came,” she said, looking between the two of you. “Did you see everything?”

You smiled. “Every second.”

The rest of the team wasn’t far behind—a slightly more graceful stampede of ponytails, ribbons, and metallic jackets. They closed in fast, voices overlapping with the kind of energy that could only come from hitting a near-perfect routine.

“Coach, our pyramid hit—did you see it?” 

“We didn’t drop anything!” 

“My heel came loose halfway but I saved it—did you notice?”

Jack was trying to fade back into the bleachers, but you hooked a gentle hand through his elbow to keep him in place.

“Yes, we saw,” you said with a warm laugh. “You were all incredible.”

“She cried,” Jack added, totally betraying you.

“I teared up,” you corrected, swatting at his arm. “There’s a difference.”

“She definitely cried,” he said, dry as ever.

Grace grinned and looped her arm through yours. “Honestly? Valid.”

Someone finally noticed Jack.

“Dr. Abbot’s here!” 

“Wait—he really came?” 

“Can you check this bruise? I landed kinda weird—”

You raised your hand, cutting in before things spiraled. “Alright, easy. He’s here as my husband, not your medic.”

“But he’s both,” someone muttered.

Jack sighed. Loudly. “Why do you all know me?”

“You wrapped my ankle last winter,” one girl said brightly.

“You yelled at the urgent care nurse for me,” another added.

Grace nodded, clearly proud. “You fixed like half our ponytails that day too. So like… you’re practically part of the team.”

“And I resent that,” Jack mumbled.

But he didn’t pull away when one of your flyers handed him a glittery “PSE” sticker. He peeled it carefully and stuck it right on the inside of his jacket, just above his heart. You squeezed his arm affectionately.

You caught a few of the girls exchanging glances, and Grace turned to you with a knowing look.

“Did he cry too?”

“No,” Jack said immediately.

“Yes,” you and Grace said at the same time.

He gave you both an unimpressed look. But there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You settled back onto the bleachers as the girls dispersed, your crutch beside you and leaned into Jack’s side as the awards staging call echoed across the venue. Before the chaos of the impending awards resumed. You let your eyes sweep across the mat again, replaying the routine in your mind — the synchronized tumbling, the sharp formations, Grace’s flyer holding steady with laser focus.

“They were really good,” Jack said quietly, his voice close to your ear. “Like... actually impressive.”

You looked up at him. “Yeah?”

“I’ve seen a lot of broken legs from this stuff,” he replied, ever the ER doctor. “But that routine? That was clean.”

You smiled, proud and soft. “They worked hard.”

“They’ve got a good coach.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder. “You’re being sweet.”

“Don’t tell them,” he muttered.

Too late. Grace was already back, handing you an iced coffee and grabbing your clipboard like it was a baton.

“Staging’s happening now,” she said, already ushering the team into motion.

“Can Jack come with us to awards?” someone asked as she passed.

“No,” Jack said automatically.

“He can,” Grace whispered, smirking. “She’ll make the eyes.”

“I’m literally right here,” you said.

He gave you a look. “You want me to sit through cheer awards?”

You smiled up at him. “I broke my leg for this team.”

“…Fine,” he muttered. “But if someone tries to glitter me again—”

“No promises,” a voice called out.

You kissed his cheek, just under the jaw. “You’re the best husband.”

“I’m the only idiot who married you,” he said, voice dry.

Grace grinned. “So… team dad?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Too late,” a chorus of voices echoed.

And as they herded you both toward the staging area—a little whirlwind of adrenaline, glitter, and unfiltered joy—Jack followed close behind. Sticker still on his jacket. Hand still in yours.

And when someone dragged him into the team photo after awards, you caught the smallest, most reluctant smile on his face.

Not that he’d admit it, of course.

mercury-glow 2025

[solxamber]

"Let's Break Up" with: First Years

more hurt/comfort for the soul (also -Ortho)

Other parts: Housewardens ; Vice-Housewardens + Ruggie ; Cater, Floyd, Silver

Ace Trappola

“You know what? Let’s just break up.”

You say it without thinking, voice sharp with frustration, the words tumbling out between raised voices and stubborn pride.

Ace stops mid-sentence.

His mouth stays open for a second too long, like he’s buffering, like surely he misheard that. Then he lets out a short laugh—mocking, almost—but you can hear the crack in it. You can see the way his eyes are already glossing over, his eyebrows drawn tight.

“Oh, ha ha,” he says, voice too high, too strained. “Very funny. Real hilarious. You wanna take my gig too? Leave the jokes to me, why don’t you?”

You don’t say anything. Not yet. You’re still trying to calm down. Still trying to figure out if you meant it—if it’s the fight talking or something worse.

But then he’s grabbing your hands, and his palms are cold and shaking.

“It’s a joke, right?” he says, forcing out a laugh that doesn’t sound like him at all. “C’mon, say ‘just kidding’ already. That’s what this is, right? You’re messing with me?”

His eyes are wide, darting between yours, searching for any sign that this isn’t real.

And you cave.

“No—no, I’m sorry, Ace. I didn’t mean it,” you say, voice low, guilt heavy in your throat. “I didn’t mean it, I swear.”

His breath leaves him all at once, and he slumps forward, into your arms, forehead bumping against your shoulder with a quiet thud. He wraps his arms around you so tightly it knocks the air out of your lungs.

“You’re the worst,” he mumbles, voice muffled against your shirt, but his grip doesn’t loosen. “You scared the crap out of me. Who does that? Who says stuff like that?”

“I said I’m sorry…” you murmur, holding him back just as tight.

He doesn't answer right away—just keeps you there, trembling a little against you, like he’s still grounding himself in the fact that you’re still here. That you didn’t walk out.

That you didn’t really mean it.

Deuce Spade

Fighting with Deuce was rare.

He’d always been gentle with you. Earnest. Careful in the way someone is when they’ve never had anything this precious before and are terrified of breaking it. He tried so hard—too hard sometimes—to be a good partner, the kind who listens, the kind who loves right. And maybe that’s why today hurt so much more. Because when the argument started, and when his voice finally rose in frustration, it felt like something sacred had cracked.

You didn’t even mean to say it. The words were a loaded weapon, and your temper had fired the shot.

“Maybe we should just break up.”

Time stilled. The words echoed in the space between you like shrapnel.

Deuce froze. You watched the moment they landed, watched the shock hit first, then the disbelief, then—slowly, crushingly—the pain. His hands clenched at his sides, his brows furrowed so deeply it looked like he didn’t quite believe what he’d heard.

Then he crossed the room in three long, stumbling steps.

He caught your hands in his, gripping tight—not hard, not forceful, just desperate. Like he thought if he held you firmly enough, maybe he could anchor you here.

“Please…” His voice was thick, ragged. “Please take it back. I—I can do better. Just—don’t. Don’t do this. Don’t say that. I love you, okay? I love you.”

Your heart cracked under the weight of him. Of his trembling fingers and tear-rimmed eyes. You had expected maybe more shouting, a slam of the door, or maybe just silence. But not this. Not Deuce unraveling in front of you, pleading like losing you was the worst possible future—and to him, it was.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, tears welling up as you pulled him into your arms. “Deuce, I didn’t mean it. I was upset. I didn’t mean a word of it.”

He wrapped his arms around you so tightly it hurt. He pressed his forehead to your shoulder and let out a shaking exhale like he’d been holding his breath ever since you said it.

“That was mean,” he mumbled, not accusingly, just… quietly. Like it had cut him and he didn’t know how to pretend it hadn’t.

“I know,” you whispered, guilt curling heavy in your chest. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you either,” he whispered back, voice hoarse. “I never do. I’m sorry I got mad. I should’ve—should’ve been better.”

“No,” you said softly. “We both messed up. We’ll fix it together.”

He nodded against your shoulder, still holding you like he might fall apart if he let go. The storm had passed, but the ache lingered. The kind that only time and closeness could ease. So you stood there in each other’s arms, swaying gently, hearts beating wild but together.

Neither of you ready to move. Neither of you willing to let go.

Jack Howl

The words slipped out before you could stop them.

"Let's break up."

The silence that followed was immediate—heavy. Jack's eyes widened, his brows furrowing as if you'd just slapped him. His posture stiffened, arms tensed at his sides as he processed what you’d said.

“…Is that all it takes?” His voice was low. Hurt, but steady. “One argument and you’re ready to throw everything away?”

You could see the crack beneath his calm. The way his hands clenched slightly, like he didn’t know whether to reach for you or retreat. Jack wasn’t the type to raise his voice or lose control—he was solid, dependable, always trying to do the right thing. And right now, you’d shaken that foundation.

Your throat tightened with guilt. “I didn’t mean it,” you said, the words rushing out. “Jack—I’m sorry. I was upset. I didn’t mean it. I shouldn’t have said that.”

He stepped toward you and pulled you into his arms without hesitation, wrapping you in a firm, grounding embrace. You could feel the tension in his chest, the way his heart thudded hard against your ear.

“Don’t say stuff like that,” he murmured, not angry, just… tired. Pained. “Words like that… they’re not something you throw around. Not over something we can work through.”

You nodded against him, arms tightening around his waist. “I know. I know, I’m sorry.”

“I love you,” he said softly, steady and sure. “I’m not walking away because of one bad day. And I need to know you won’t either.”

“I won’t,” you promised, voice small. “I don’t want to.”

He exhaled slowly, resting his chin atop your head. “Good. We’ll figure it out. Together.”

You stayed like that, held safe in his arms, silently vowing to never let temporary anger speak for your heart again.

Epel Felmier

The argument had already gotten heated, voices raised, tempers flaring in ways they usually didn’t. Epel rarely lost his cool with you, but today everything had gone sideways—misunderstandings piling up until it all felt too heavy.

And then you said it. “Let’s break up.”

The room fell into dead silence.

Epel’s expression shifted instantly—not hurt, not shocked, but furious. “You’re fuckin’ with me, right?” he snapped. His hands clenched at his sides as he stared at you, disbelief flashing in his eyes. “That’s not something you say just ‘cause you’re mad!”

His voice cracked slightly, more raw emotion bleeding through as he took a sharp breath. “Do you even understand what that would mean? You and me—we’re not just a fling. I’m not just someone you toss away ‘cause things got hard for a second.”

You stared at him, realizing how much weight your words had carried. His anger wasn’t the scary kind—it was desperation masked with pride, panic covered in frustration. His cheeks were flushed, his chest rising and falling too fast.

“I didn’t mean it,” you said quickly, stepping toward him. “Epel—I swear, I didn’t mean it. I was just angry and I said something I shouldn’t have.”

His jaw tightened, but his eyes softened the moment you reached for him. He let you take his hands, holding on tighter than he needed to. “Don’t do that again,” he said, voice quieter now, almost trembling. “You scared the hell outta me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I really am.”

He nodded, still not letting go. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have yelled like that. I hate fightin’ with you.”

You didn’t even make it to the end of the apology before the both of you collapsed onto the couch together. Neither of you said anything for a long time, afraid to break the quiet that followed—afraid that letting go might mean losing something too important to risk.

So you just sat there, holding on. Because even after the fight, after the words that never should’ve been said—neither of you was willing to let go.

Sebek Zigvolt

“Let’s break up.”

The room goes still. The echo of your voice feels too loud in the quiet that follows. You expect Sebek to erupt, to explode in indignation, to bellow something about betrayal or honor or how could you say something so careless.

But there’s nothing. No shouting. No sound at all.

Just the slow, deliberate click of his boots against the floor as he approaches you. His shoulders are stiff, as if bracing against a blow. His expression is unreadable—not blank, but too full, too intense to make sense of. Then, before you can say another word, Sebek drops to one knee.

Not in anger. Not in showmanship.

But in something far more raw.

His hand clenches over his heart, head bowed, his green hair casting shadows over his face. “If this is punishment,” he says hoarsely, “for my failure to protect this bond between us… then I accept it.”

You flinch. “Sebek—”

“No,” he interrupts, voice cracking even as he tries to maintain his usual force. “I swore to protect all that is precious to me. And you… you are more precious to me than even my own pride.” He lifts his head slowly, and the sight of him nearly breaks you. His eyes are shimmering—not quite crying, not yet—but one tremble away from shattering.

“I acted harshly,” he continues. “I raised my voice, I let my frustrations guide my words, and I failed to listen when you needed me to understand. If I have driven you to this, then I have failed you more gravely than I can bear.”

Your throat tightens. “Sebek, I didn’t mean it—what I said. I was angry. I didn’t… I just wanted you to hear me.”

At that, his brows draw together, like your words wounded him and soothed him all at once. “Then do not say such things,” he says, breath trembling. “Please, don’t say such things. My heart… it cannot take the idea of losing you.”

You kneel down in front of him, your hands reaching for his face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to make you think I was really going to leave.”

He leans into your touch like it’s the only thing anchoring him. “I would have let you go if you asked,” he says, quietly now. “Even if it destroyed me.”

“Don’t,” you whisper, pressing your forehead against his. “Don’t say that. We’re not going anywhere. We just need to… talk better. Fight better. Not tear each other down.”

He nods, slow and aching. “I will learn. I want to learn. Just—” he swallows thickly, a real tear sliding down his cheek as he exhales—“don’t do that again.”

He pulls you into his arms without hesitation, crushing you to his chest like a knight who thought he’d lost the war and just found peace again. And there, on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms, the two of you begin to stitch together the pieces of a bond too stubborn, too sacred, to truly break.

I believe in gentle sebek supremacy

Masterlist

tags: @staplertwst

[starmaidengarden]

idia : malleus : x gn!reader. no cw/tw. soft relationship headcanons. pt3!

idia shroud ༉⋆｡˚

Dating Idia Shroud is like entering a world of late-night gaming sessions, anime marathons, and unexpectedly deep emotional connections. He might be shy and reclusive, but once he trusts you, you become his safe place.

Getting Together

Idia has had a crush on you from afar for months but actively refuses to acknowledge it. He convinces himself that you’re way out of his league.

Painfully clear. Every time you talk to him, his hair turns bright pink and he full-on shuts down. His brain blue-screens, avoiding eye contact, and randomly vanishing from rooms when you enter.

Ortho eventually gets tired of it and drags him into confessing. Idia’s idea of a confession? "Uhh, statistically, the rejection probability is 90%, so it’s fine, but I—I like you. Okay, BYE—”

he immediately collapses into a nervous mess. Internally screaming. Externally panicking. But also lowkey floating with happiness.

In a Relationship

Online dates > Going out. He’d rather stay in and watch shows, play co-op games, or binge movies than go on traditional dates. (If you insist on going out, he’ll drag himself along—grumbling but secretly enjoying it.)

He loves doing co-op games together, and if you dont play games, he’ll happily teach you (while holding back to let you win).

He starts coming out of his shell for you. Like—willingly going outside?? Sitting next to you in the cafeteria?? “I’m only doing this because your stats are maxed in ‘Affection,’ okay?!”

He talks about you constantly to Ortho. “Y/N said my hair looks cool today. That’s like… a critical hit to the heart.”

malleus draconia ༉⋆｡˚

dating Malleus Draconia is like stepping into a fairy tale—romantic, magical, and filled with deep, old-fashioned devotion. Since he’s a fae prince, love is no casual thing to him; it’s eternal.

Getting Together

Malleus falls in love deeply and deliberately. He doesn’t experience fleeting crushes—when he realizes he loves you, it’s serious.

He doesn’t realize he’s being obvious. Everyone—including Lilia, Sebek, and even Silver—knows he’s in love. If you don’t catch on, Lilia might “accidentally” push you both into a romantic setting.

He doesn’t confess in a traditional way. Instead, he starts courting you in an old-fashioned, fae-like manner—bringing you rare flowers, inviting you on moonlit walks, and speaking to you in poetic secrets.

When he finally confesses, it’s grand, poetic, and old-fashioned. “I have lived through countless moonrises and starfalls… but never has anything stirred me like you. If you would allow it, I wish to be by your side… eternally.”

(He’s completely serious. You’re trying not to short-circuit.)

In a Relationship

Deep devotion. Malleus treats love as sacred. Once he’s with you, he is yours forever. He’s an old soul, so he speaks to you with deep sincerity. "You are precious to me" means everything when he says it. He often calls you his treasure or his beloved.

Loves spending quiet time with you. Whether it’s stargazing, reading together, or just walking through a forest, he enjoys simple yet magical moments.

Affection is slow He's not used to being touched—so the first time you hug him, he literally freezes. He doesn’t rush into physical touch, but when he does, it’s gentle and reverent. He loves holding your hand like it’s something fragile and precious.

Talks about the future easily. Unlike humans, fae think in centuries—he naturally includes you in his long-term plans, as if your love is inevitable and eternal.

He brings you gifts from other worlds—enchanted trinkets, preserved flower petals from Briar Valley, even weather in bottles.

Also? He watches you sleep. Not in a creepy way—just in awe. “How do humans look so soft when they are vulnerable?”

[lovelycandie]

Forgotten Items

Leona Kingscholar is a lot of things, but forgetful isn’t one of them. So why does he keep leaving behind his wallet at your dorm?

Leona Kingscholar x gn!reader. Unestablished relationship. Leona cares about you more than he wants to admit.

A significant amount of time had passed since you and Grim first started fixing up the guest room in Ramshackle Dorm. The two of you had worked tirelessly (or rather, you had done most of the work while that lazy furball lounged around devouring endless cans of tuna leaving the empty ones scattered everywhere, creating even more work for you…) But, despite the setbacks, you managed to gather the right materials and use your newly acquired magitool to craft intricate pieces of furniture. Eventually, you furnished the guest room exactly as you envisioned, feeling satisfied with how everything had come together.

But what was a guest room without guests? Naturally, you began inviting your friends over to hang out. The Heartslabyul duo, Ace and Deuce, were among the first, followed by plenty of others. Soon enough, you had a steady stream of visitors from all seven dorms

With guests came feedback, and you gladly considered their suggestions to improve the space. This was especially important to you because there was one particular guest you hadn’t invited just yet — this was none other than Leona Kingscholar, the notoriously picky Savanaclaw dorm leader.

You knew Leona had high standards when it came to his lounging spots, so you wanted to create a space even the particular lion prince would find comfortable. Once you were satisfied with the room’s cozy atmosphere, you extended more invitations — including one to Leona himself.

What was his reaction to the guest room you ask? Well in his exact words:

“Hm. It's less dusty than the lounge. Guess you're serious about hostin' people here.”

He said with a sly, teasing smile, his gaze sweeping over the room with apparent indifference. Sure, it wasn’t exactly glowing praise — but coming from Leona, you’d take it.

However, despite his seeming indifference to the room, after the first few invitations, Leona started showing up frequently — and unannounced. Not that you minded. In fact, you found it pretty amusing (and oddly endearing) to see the lion prince sprawled out on your couch, napping away as if the room were his own. Chances were, he was dodging his dorm leader responsibilities. Or maybe Ruggie’s nagging — but either way, you didn’t complain.

As more of your friends would visit you and use the space as either a hangout spot, a place to relax, or as a study room it wasn’t uncommon for them to leave things behind. Some of the things you would find ranged from Ace’s playing cards (that boy never tired of showing off his card tricks), Vil’s mauve nail polish, Ortho’s power cable, Jade’s tea guide and…Trey’s portable dental hygiene kit? (Okay…well someone certainly cares about their teeth it seems! That’s not weird at all…Good for him!)

Like the good host and friend you were, you always made sure to return everyone’s belongings as soon as you saw them again. And after misplacing their things a couple of times, most of your friends got the message and stopped forgetting their stuff so frequently.

Except for him…

Leona, for some reason, no matter how many times you returned his designer wallet, would always, always, always forget it somewhere in your guest room. It was strange, really. There was no way he was that careless. Aloof as he may be, he wasn’t the type to be so absentminded, especially with something as important as his wallet.

But, little did you know that the lion prince was doing it on purpose. Obviously, someone as observant as Leona wouldn’t constantly leave his belongings behind unless… it was intentional. And in this case, it definitely was. Just like how he’d “accidentally” overpay Ruggie or “carelessly” leave his wallet out in his room for his sticky fingers to find, he was doing the same thing with you. He wanted you to take the hint and use it to fix up this dingy dorm of yours. But you just weren’t getting it.

The first time you returned his wallet, he was a little confused but didn’t outright show it.

“My wallet? Oh, I left it in your dorm?… thanks I guess…”

Alright. Maybe it just didn’t click for you yet. He’d try again.

“Ah, again…thanks…”

The second time, he expected you to understand. But no. You just handed it back to him like before.

Fine. Maybe he had to be more obvious. This time, he’d leave it right in plain sight—on the coffee table that Grim had proudly dedicated to displaying his empty tuna cans (his contribution to the décor, if that wasn’t obvious enough).

But there you were, cleaning the guest room again only to find that once again, Leona had forgotten his wallet. You have to return it to him of course!

And so the cycle continued. Over and over again. Each time, he made it more obvious, certain that this time, you’d finally take the hint. But no. You just kept giving it back.

At this point, Leona was exasperated.

Alright, herbivore, just how dense are you?! Do you seriously need me to spell it out for you?! He thought internally.

He felt like his intentions were so obvious. But was he going to outright tell you? No, of course not. He’d rather keep up this nonsense than admit—out loud, that… he cared about you enough to want to subtly provide for you. He wanted you to have enough to buy yourself something nice, to make this dorm a little nicer, or even buy Grim that fancy tuna if it makes you happy. But since you were clearly too dense to understand, he’d just keep “forgetting” his wallet until you finally got the message.

Or were you really that dense?…

Little did the poor, frustrated lion prince know—you were well aware of what he was doing. You had figured it out long ago. But, well… watching the gradual frustration build on his face every time you handed his wallet back was just a little too entertaining for you to end the game so soon!

So, you decided to keep it going.

Whether you’d take pity on his frustration or wait until he finally snapped and admitted he cared about you—that remained to be seen. But for now, you were more than happy to let him suffer just a little bit longer.

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Author’s Note: So I was struck with inspiration to write! My school work lessened up a bit too! I wrote this based off a post I saw that said that Leona leaving his wallet behind in the guest room in the game was really on brand for him. So, I came up with this! I hope you enjoy! - 🍬 (also posted to ao3 :)

[liliavanrougelover]

How would they sleep with you?

Summary: How would the TWST boys sleep in the same bed as you?

Characters: All NRC students (-Ortho)

Warnings: None (?)

A/N: I'm suffering from TWST brain rot.

Riddle Rosehearts:

It depends on the day. Most days he’ll just fall asleep next to you, other days he’ll fall asleep in your arms. Sometimes he just wants to be held and what else is he supposed to do when you feel so warm? He can’t stop the way his eyes start to close or the way he starts to lose consciousness. He likes when he wakes up in your arms too. It makes him feel safe and secure. Maybe he should ask to be held more often.

Trey Clover:

Normally he’ll just fall asleep next to you. Really close though. Your shoulders will be touching but he won’t have an arm around you or anything. Of course, if you want him to hold you, he’s willing to. And if you want to hold him, he doesn’t mind. Just ask and he’ll do it.

Cater Diamond:

He’s a cuddly sleeper. Most days he wants you to hold him while he sleeps. Something about being in your arms just makes him feel safe. He especially loves that he’s surrounded by you. Sometimes he does like to hold you, especially when your head is resting on his chest. Not only does it feel nice to have you against his chest, but it’s nice to feel trusted by you.

Ace Trappola:

He wants you to sleep on him. Your head on his chest and the rest of your body between his legs. He’ll have his arms wrapped around your back and when he’s having trouble sleeping he’ll trace shapes into your back. And right before he goes to sleep, he’ll plant a little kiss on the top of your head.

Deuce Spade:

However you want. You want to be held, he’s holding you. You want to hold him, he’s snuggling into your arms. You just want to sleep next to him, he’ll face you so that you’re the last thing he sees before going to sleep. He really doesn’t care. However, his favorite is when he gets to hold you. It feels nice to fall asleep with you in his arms. He always asks if he can hold you, and if you say no, he’s fine with that. He’s not going to overstep your boundaries.

Leona Kingscholar:

He holds you or sleeps on top of you. His main goal is to keep you in bed with him and both of those are very effective. His favorite out of those two is sleeping on you. He gets to keep you there and sleep on his favorite pillow, it’s a win-win. Lets just hope the professors are willing to overlook your tardiness.

Ruggie Bucchi:

In your arms. He loves the feeling of being held. And I mean LOVES. He’s not used to being held. It's a nice sensation. He feels safe and loved and he couldn’t ask for a better feeling. Occasionally, he does like holding you, but that’s usually just when you’re feeling down.

Jack Howl:

He prefers to just sleep next to you. He does want to be touching you but he’s not a cuddler. He’ll hold your hand or have his arm wrapped around yours but he doesn’t cuddle. When he does cuddle, he wants to hold you. Holding you makes him feel better. But if you want to hold him and pet his ears, he won’t complain.

Azul Ashengrotto:

He’s a cuddly sleeper but he doesn’t want to admit it. When he goes to sleep he’s laying next to you, but when he wakes up he’s holding you super tightly. It’s like he’s scared to let go of you. No matter how many times it happens, he refuses to admit that he’s a cuddler (at least to other people).

Jade Leech:

Prefers to just sleep next to you. If you want to cuddle, then go ahead and hold him, but he won’t hold you back. He’d actually be amused if you hold onto him. Your arms wrap around him and he has to keep himself from chuckling. He didn’t think he’d like being held, but there’s just something about being in your arms. Maybe he’ll sleep in a little, just to stay in this moment.

Floyd Leech:

Do I even need to say it? Floyd’s a cuddler. He squeezes you. He doesn’t let up once. You can tell when he starts to fall asleep because his grip on you slightly loosens. When he wakes up and notices you’re in his arms, he’ll squeeze you until you wake up.

Kalim Al-Asim:

Cuddly sleeper. He’s holding onto you like his life depends on it. He mainly likes when you hold him. He loves to just lay his head on your chest and fall asleep in your arms. If he wakes up and he’s no longer in your arms, he’ll wrap his arms around you instead. He needs to be cuddling with you in one way or another.

Jamil Viper:

He’s a big cuddler. He loves when you hold him. And if you run your hands through his hair? He is melting. He’s so stressed all the time and he has to do so much work all day. Getting to fall asleep in your arms is the highlight of his day. It’s like all his worries fade away the moment he’s in your arms. If you find that he’s sleeping in today, just let him. He needs it.

Vil Schoenheit:

Cuddling improves sleep, so Vil is a cuddler. He wouldn’t be spread out all over you, but he would hold you in his arms. His favorite cuddling position is spooning. He likes to hold you against him. His sleep has always been good, but has improved since getting with you. Good job, you single-handedly helped THE Vil Schoenheit get better sleep.

Rook Hunt:

He doesn’t care. As long as he can sleep in the same room as you, he doesn’t care. He will sleep however you want. You’re beautiful no matter how you want to sleep. What sleeping position does he prefer? Whichever one you prefer.

Epel Felmier:

He likes to cuddle, but he never admits it. He thinks cuddling is a girly thing. He wants to hold you in his arms. He does move a lot in his sleep and has kicked you a few times. And fell off the bed. When somebody asks if you guys cuddle, he’ll deny and just say that he holds you. It sounds manlier to him.

Idia Shroud:

He likes to cuddle, but he doesn’t like to say it. He’s too embarrassed to bring it up. He will NOT initiate under any circumstances. You have to initiate. You have to ask for cuddles. Otherwise, he’ll just lay beside you. He’ll sleep on his back and just stare at the ceiling. He’s too tense to sleep when you’re next to him.

Malleus Draconia:

He likes to cuddle. You’re not afraid of him and he likes to have that reinforced by cuddling with you. Especially if you let him hold you. You feel safe in his arms, not afraid. He’s so happy. He’ll be smiling in his sleep just because he’s holding you. He does enjoy being held too, but mainly prefers to hold you.

Lilia Vanrouge:

To no one’s surprise, Lilia is a cuddler. He’ll just force himself into your arms. He’s nuzzling into you with a little smile on his face. He would also do this when you’re asleep. He’ll wait until he’s certain you’re asleep and crawl into your arms so you’ll be pleasantly surprised when you wake up.

Silver Vanrouge:

He likes holding you. He falls asleep before he can fully put his arms around you, but he loves holding you. If he wakes up to find that you crawled into his arms, he’ll be super happy. (You might not be able to tell, but it’s true). He has occasionally fallen asleep in your lap. It might not be his favorite position to fall asleep in, but it’s his favorite to wake up in.

Sebek Zigvolt:

Next to you. He can’t hold you or be held by you, because then he might be slower to react if something broke in. He can’t go through the extra effort to release his hold on you or climb out of your arms. The most he’ll do is hold your hand. It’s either holding hands or nothing.

[everand1r]

Out of their league

Can’t help but think of some of the boys with a s/o who is so out of their league lmao

Gn reader, reader is taller than riddle and Lilia and there is a mention of their chest in riddles part.

Riddle

I’m a firm believer of riddle being attracted to a taller person

Not only is your height attractive, but the way you carry yourself leaves him in awe.

As much as I believe in riddle loving tall people, I feel he would be a bit insecure of his height. Riddle had always been a commanding presence on campus, his reputation turning his students into model citizens when he’s around.

But when he’s with you? All that dominance leaves his body. You love to lean down to tease him, or to rest your head on his, but your favorite is when you lift his chin with your fingers to meet his eyes. He pretty much blue screens on the spot, but be careful with your teasing or he’ll reprimand you.

Kinda hard to take him seriously when his face is flushed red and he can barely look you in the eyes. His height giving him a perfect view of your glorious assets. Yeah he’s not fooling anyone, everyone on campus can tell he’s wrapped around your finger.

Ace

How the hell did this happen

You’re everything he’s just ken ngl sorry ace I love you

Every time he shows you off everyone wonders how the hell did someone like you end up with someone like him.

Like he’s knows you’re hot and way out of his league but cmon! He’s not that bad!

You obviously fell for his lovable and boyish charm!

Anytime someone flirts with you Ace will swoop in and wrap his arm around your waist, telling them you’re taken and to get lost.

“You? You???” They laugh in his face.

He gets so offended

Poor Ace. Pepper his face in kisses, let him know you find him so attractive and he’s back to normal.

Leona

You immediately left an impression on him. When he snapped at you for stepping on his tail, you bared your fangs right back and went off on him for sleeping in such a walkable area.

Which isn’t a good first look but don’t worry he grows on you

You guys are in that relationship where you “argue” anytime you’re in the same room, but there’s obvious sexual tension between you guys… everyone is sick of you two like just make out already damn it! They wish they were him ;(

Your assertiveness and the way you hold your head high anytime you guys go back and forth is so attractive. Not that he’ll ever admit that mind you.

You could throw insult after insult to him, but that smirk and that fiery look in your eyes has him wanting to kiss you right then and there.

“God you’re insufferable!”

“Mhmm yeah and what else?” He’ll egg you on with that damn smirk of his.

One day you guys are gonna have to admit your feelings for each other. It’ll probably have to be you though, Leona is burying his feelings deep.

Anyways let’s just say no one on campus is surprised when one day they see you guys walking together on campus, hand in hand.

Idia

How the hell did this happen #2

The radiant, intelligent, borderline untouchable Ramshackle prefect with the housewarden of Ignihyde????

Yeah no one on campus believes this is real

Ortho is doing his best to convince others that Idia can be charming, sorry bud it’s not working, the students are placing bets on if the rumor is real or not.

As much as he loves you, going out is a real struggle

Heads turn in your direction no matter where you go. You have admirers everywhere on campus, to have that many eyes on him…. Yeah no he’ll leave his room another day… probably.

If you ever do go out anywhere together Idia will most likely hide behind you, which in turn will probably draw more attention but whatever.

Your fan club is ripping their hair out cause what do you mean you fell for him of all people?!?

He’s at a total loss if someone flirts with you. On one hand, he’d love to be your knight in shining armor. On the other hand, he’d have to directly confront someone without his tablet.

He’d be so relieved if you can handle it yourself. If not? Oh boy…. Make sure you have ortho on speed dial. Someone’s gonna have to come save y’all.

Lilia

You guys would have a pretty fun relationship. He ropes you into scaring others real quick, your reputation makes it easy to get away with a lot.

Getting scared by Lilia: (¬_¬)

Getting scared by you: ＿|￣|○

Unlike riddle, Lilia is quite secure with his height. In fact he loves the height difference between you two. He loves to wrap his arms around you as you bring up a hand to play with his hair.

The Diasomnia gang all love you so no problems there… although if you’re human sebek might be a bit iffy about it.

Maybe not for long as he greatly respects Lilia and also there isn’t much to dislike about you. Don’t worry though sebek will find a way /j

All that aside your relationship is quite cute. You could be doing literally anything and Lilia will watch you in adoration. He’ll sigh dreamily and rant about you to anyone who’ll listen.

They’re not. No one is listening to him, Everyone around him is gripping their pens in jealousy.

The same applies for you, lovingly staring at him as he goes about his day.

“Isn’t he lovely?” You sigh, gazing at Lilia as he nearly blows up the kitchen with his cooking.

Everyone is begging you to please teach him how to cook before he creates nuclear waste. 🙏🏽

[orphiicheartd]

Currently fighting for my life in meetings, I am spending my break rn thinking of Ortho I again,,,

[luckyartdoll]

Imagine female Yuu having to cross dress to avoid unnecessary trouble at NRC and Idia finds out through Ortho. Because I can see Ortho finding out if Yuu ever got a minor injury and he was around to play nurse, knowing him he’d do a quick full body scan and find a very high amount of estrogen in her system.

And he blabs to Idia because he’s a snitch who doesn’t keep anything from his brother; if you tell a secret to him, you’re basically telling it to them.

Once Idia finds out, his mind INSTANTLY goes to those otome games and fanfics and gacha life videos about a girl in all boys school. He always thought those were just fun fantasies, but upon seeing that exact scenario happening in real life he becomes curious.

Prior to this, Idia probably wouldn’t think much about Yuu. To him, she was just the odd magicless guy his brother would occasionally run into; the most interesting thing about her was her cat, in his eyes. But now that he knows about her secret, he becomes heavily invested in her school life, he wants to see how this is going to turn out.

He doesn’t exactly stalk Yuu, it’s not like he’s putting cameras in Ramshackle or listening devices in her bag, it’s more like he just pays extra close attention to her when he has the chance, such as during joint classes and lunch. And since Ortho and her are on amicable terms, he encourages Ortho to spill any gossip he learns when around her.

To Idia’s surprise and delight, things end up matching up almost perfectly with what he’s come to expect from these kinds of plots. The ones close to Yuu, who seem to be privy to her secret from what he’s gathered, are all either falling in love or have already been in love. They’re extra protective of her, they’re affectionate and soft with her, and they get jealous when she gives too much of her attention to any one of them.

Idia knows about the overblot incidents, so of course he’d see the pattern in who starts getting closer. Every time someone overblots, Yuu will be there to help and both the overblotter and some other select people in their dorm will begin to fall. It’s a classic pattern.

At this point, Idia would simply see himself as an observer peeking in on this story and, therefore, he can’t be affected by Yuu. He’s not a love target in her story, he’s a side character.

It doesn’t matter that he’s occasionally run in with Yuu and each time he has she’s been a true friend to an introvert like him by making his anxious ass feel comfortable. It doesn’t matter because he’s aware of what’s happening and thus he can’t be affected.

But then he also overblots, and just like before she was there to help pick up the pieces. After that they ended up talking and Idia gets to know more about Yuu, more than he could learn by just observing.

Before long, he’s actually looking forward to seeing her again, to nerding out about his favorite anime’s with her in person because she’s always such a good listener. He’s looking at his manga and game collections and thinking about what she would like.

Idia doesn’t even realize his hearts been skipping beats when she’s around until one day when he’s in class and she walks in. Like a dog hearing their owner walk through the front door, his gaze shoots up and instantly that class gets fifty times more bearable with her around.

…And then he looks around and every other “main character” has had the same reaction.

Which means that he’s also a captured love target, just like them…

Oh how the turn tables for a dating sim loving nerd like himself

[mellowyellow236]

How would the TWST boys act when they had a crush on the Reader/Yuu?

All are meant to be interpreted as romantic except for Ortho, who is a wingman for his brother in his part. Some characters might be a bit OOC. Reader is GN but will be referred to as pretty/beautiful. Minor TW for Rollo having yandere tendencies.

If anyone has anything to add or any questions, please leave an ask or comment! Requests are open if anyone wants :) Everything is under the cut

Heartslabyul:

Riddle Rosehearts - 

Not the best person to have liking you. 

He’s not mean or anything he just... Has no idea what to do with himself at any time. 

And it’s very obvious. 

He thinks that if he’s very, very specific about you following the rules, you’ll praise him and thus that’ll mean you’ll like him. 

He’s… Trying his best. 

“Off With Your Head!” You felt the metal clamp around your neck as you heard the echo of the words. Turning around, you saw the small redhead with his hands on his hips, face already flushing. He grabbed the drink you were holding, the surface of the coffee moving as he pulled away. “On a Tuesday, one can only drink lemon tea past 3:14 in the afternoon!” He huffed, before using his free hand to pull you away. “If you don’t know the rules, I’ll just have to teach them to you. Come on, there’s some tea in the garden. I have a book of rules I could read to you.” 

Trey Clover - 

He’s housewife material, he’ll bake for you 

“Any boy can be babygirl but it takes a man to be a single  mother” vibes 

I never know what to say to him he’s just a normal person who likes cooking 

On a complete side note if you ever go to NYC, go to Alice’s Tea Cup. It’s this tea house that’s kind of close to Broadway, at least last time I went pre-COVID, and it’s so good. I have the recipe book from there and the pumpkin scones are the best. 

You walked into the Hearslabyul kitchen, smiling at the smell of apple pie. Trey was baking, and the dish had just come out of the oven. He smiled, but then slapped your hand away when you tried to grab it. “Not yet, it needs to cool first. If you really want something to eat, we have leftover blueberry scones in the fridge.” He said, looking away to get the serving plate. You touched it anyway, pulling back as you burned yourself. He looked at you and sighed, taking you by the arm to get an ice cube on it. “Burnt hand teaches best, I suppose... It shouldn���t be that bad of a burn. If it gets any worse, I’ll  put some cream on it...” He said, before kissing the burn. “And a get-well-soon kiss, of course.” 

Cater Diamond - 

He’s a silly boy, but also an angsty one 

If he genuinely likes you, he’d probably try really, really hard to be the “perfect guy” 

And also to try to hide how into you he is because he’s scared you’ll leave him 

Those moments when his guard drops are probably the sweetest, though 

“Ah, that was fun! Well, Cay-cay’s all yours for the rest of the day. What do you wanna do now?” Cater said, having just turned off his livestream. You were behind his phone smiling at him. You were going to recommend getting a drink at the Monstro lounge, but saw how tired he was. He smiled at you when you asked to just hang out with him at home. “You do, huh? Well, there’s a new movie we could watch.” When you raised an eyebrow, asking if it was for Magicam, he just chuckled and shook his head. “Nope. A remake of an old classic. I want to watch it with you. I’m sure that you’d be able to make anything good, just by being there.” 

Ace Trapolla & Deuce Spade- 

They’re together because I feel like you can’t make one fall for you without the other. It’s a ‘buy one get one free’ deal. 

Ace would be a nightmare to have in love with you. 

He’d try his best to flirt, but mainly through really bad dirty jokes and pickup lines. 

Or, by inserting himself into your life as much as possible in an attempt to force himself into a place of importance for you 

Duece, on the other hand, would be an angel. 

He attempts to be an old-fashioned gentleman, like holding open doors and getting you flowers. 

Are those roses from Heartslabyul’s garden? Maybe. Just don’t snitch on him to Riddle. 

You weren't entirely sure how you got yourself into hiding in a cabinet with Ace and Duece, but here you were, avoiding the Riddle currently screaming his head off about how someone had stolen the roses currently in your arms. You had a hand over Duece’s mouth as he muttered apologies, trying to get him to shut up, before Ace leaned in and whispered “Hey, Prefect?” You gave him a look, to which he said, “Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see!” He asked, voice rising in volume as he tried not to laugh, to which Duece slapped him on the arm and cried, “Don’t be so loud! You’re going to get us caught!” Ace only laughed harder, until the door to the cabinet opened. You took a dash out of there with your roses, the two bumbling baffoons behind you, the yelling housewarden already collaring them. 

Savanaclaw: 

Leona Kingscholar - 

He’s a fun man 

Well, not really, but his attempts are very fun for Ruggie. 

He’ll just drag you away and force you to cuddle with him. 

You’ll probably end up cutting class, but do you really care when it’s with the clingy lion man? 

Throwing money at you with no regard to the amount he gives or the reason he does it is the other attempt. 

If he can prove that he’s better at taking care of you than the lizard, he can win this round. 

And get a better lover than his brother, but that’s the secondary goal. 

You were just walking in the garden when you felt someone trip you, causing you to land half in a bush. Before you could turn around to tell off the person responsible, they grabbed your waist and pulled you to them on the floor. “It’s nap time, Herbivore. Shut up and let me sleep.” When you told him that he was the one who invited you here and you’d have to skip your next class to stay, he just huffed and rolled his eyes at you, pushing a pouch in your hand. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. If you’ll be like that, take this and you can get whatever you want in your lunch period. Fair deal if you’ll stay.” 

Ruggie Bucchi - 

Would never ask you out on a date, he’s scared. 

The best treatment that you get before he’s sure you’re not going to be mean to him is that he doesn’t pawn your gifts off for cash. 

Afterward, he’ll be a bit more affectionate 

Maybe even give you some of his food... 

Also, hyena courting stuff; Shadowing a potential partner, taking a step forward and then taking a step back, and other stuff like that. 

You heard the laughing of the beastman before you were able to see his face. He had been following you around for most of the day, but every time he’d take a few steps forward, he’d taken a few back after a second. Now, though, he had his head on your shoulder. “Hello, Prefect. Look what I got!” He said, showing you a donut he had probably gotten from Sam’s. “You want a bite?” He asked, when you nodded and took a bite he bit onto the other end, giggling away. “What, was that really enough to fluster you, Prefect? Shishishi, I should try doing this to you again.”

Jack Howl - 

Jack asks you outright if you feel the same way he does, especially if you two are friends. 

Finally! A confession! 

He doesn’t want to make your friendship weird, so he wants to tell you that it’s happened and either find a way to get over you or have a happy relationship. 

Very much “Worst they can say is no, best they can say is yes” kind of man 

Aside from that, very loyal and sweet to you before he realizes that he likes you 

Also, a pinch of an old-fashioned gentleman in him 

Jack had called you out earlier that day to go on an evening walk with him, and so here you were. You were in the mountains, walking at a fairly slow pace. You neared a big tree as the sun set, and Jack took a deep breath. He took your hand, ears on high alert and tail looking undecided between if it wanted to cower beneath his legs or wag excitedly, and said, “Prefect, I like you very much. Please go on a date with me.”

Octavinelle: 

Azul Ashengrotto - 

Oh no 

He has two moods when it comes to the person he likes; Annoyingly showoffish and annoyingly terrified of you. 

Somehow, it’s sometimes both. 

He would talk very loudly about how well he was doing as a businessman his contracts and how much money he’d made. 

And then you touch him and he just stops functioning.

“Oh, look, Jade! Another new high this month! We might even be able to expand!” He cried, glancing at you again and again. This had been happening every time you visited Monstro Lounge; A song and dance of Azul fishing for compliments that he seemed to hate, if him leaving the room every time you complimented him had anything to say about it. This time, you grabbed his wrist as you spoke, telling him how he was doing a very good job. You watched him turn a shade of red and blue, stiffening up as he muttered out a response. “Thank you... I will keep your response in mind.” The moment you let him go, Jade stepped in to talk to you as the octopus-mer ran away once more. 

Jade Leech - 

As the more put together of the two moray eels here, he gets the ‘classier’ side of the coin. 

Moray courting rituals of wrapping together is often described as a dance, so he’ll try to dance with you. 

Aside from that, I can see him subtly teasing you about yawning in front of him, even if you don’t understand why. 

And feeding you plenty of mushroom dishes. 

You were stuffed, that was for sure. Jade had invited you to Octavinelle a while ago, and now you were here, eating various mushroom dishes like your life depended on it. He was smiling, another one placed in front of you. “A shiitake and crab stir fry is next. Surely, you have room for more?” He asked, a small smile on his lips. He chuckled when you yawned, “Isn’t it a bit late in the season for that?” When you asked what he meant, he only shook his head and brought a filled fork to your lips. “Fufu. Just focus on eating for now, Prefect.” 

Floyd Leech - 

Hehe funny unhinged eel man  

Moray eels like to cuddle, so prepare to be squeezed by him 

Also, yawning or ‘gaping’ (Opening his mouth really wide) at you. 

Honestly, I don’t have a lot of thoughts on him, he’s just a silly little guy. 

“Shrimpy!” You heard cried behind you, Floyd flopping himself over you from behind. He yawned and pushed his head over your shoulder as he spread himself over you so his weight was all on you to hold up. “Whatcha doing?” He asked, smiling at you. Once you answered that you were on your way to class, he frowned, wrapping his arms around you before lifting you like a cat. “That’s boring! Common, Shrimpy, we’re going to find something fun to do!” 

Scarabia: 

Kalim Al-Asim - 

For Kalim, I feel as if the second he knows he likes you, you will know he likes you because he’ll tell you outright. 

Before he knows he likes you, everyone else will know he likes you. 

Running up to you at every opportunity, constantly complimenting you, talking about you to everyone who will listen, etc. 

Much like the other rich kids who aren’t used to being genuinely wanted for themselves and not their money in this school, Kalim will throw expensive gifts at you in an attempt to gain your favor. 

“Prefect!!” You heard someone shout, running at you from across the field of the flying lesson you were in. “There you are! I’ve got something for you!” He said, smiling all the while. He kissed you on the cheek, and then reached into his bag, pulling out a golden bracelet. Before you had time to refuse, because it was the middle of a class where it could easily be lost or because of the outrageous price tag, he spoke up. “And now we match! Just like twins, see?” He had kept his ones on this time, and you couldn’t help but smile as he was beaming up at you. 

Jamil Viper - 

Jamil might not be able to show off often, but he does try to do so for you. 

You’re busy and can’t cook? He’ll get you some food! 

You’ve torn a hole in your gym clothes? He’s got a sewing kit on him!

Your homework is about to kill your GPA because Crewel seems to hate having breaks? He’s your guy!

All in all, he attempts to woo you like a mixture of a 1950s housewife and the stereotype of tutor love interests in media. 

“-And that’s how to make a basic healing tonic. Any questions?” He asked. When you shook your head, he gave a small smile. “That’s good. I’ll help you clean up in here, and then I’ve got something for you back at Scarabia.” His hand brushed yours as he helped you clear up the papers that had been scattered around as you studied. “You mentioned wanting to try foods from the scalding sands, so I got a bunch of ingredients. I’ll make you a wonderful meal if you’d like.”

Pomefiore: 

Vil Schoenheit - 

Much like Riddle, you must deal with him being much more annoying as soon as he likes you. 

Just this time, he’s annoying you about your self-care. 

You don’t take multi-hour spa baths in the crummy bath at Ramshackle? Well, now you do at the much better baths in Pomefiore every week. 

You don’t have a skincare routine that takes up half your morning? Yes, you do. 

You will never be in better condition physically but he will continue finding new ways to push you. 

He does it out of love because he wants you to always look and feel your best. 

You opened the door to Ramshackle, looking at a mildly annoyed Vil. He grabbed you before you could protest, leading you away from your dorm. “Come on, Potato. I’m taking you to Pomefiore, and you’re going to get a makeover.” When you asked why, the third year just rolled his eyes. “You have bags under your eyes, and they seem to be from lack of sleep or stress, if your appearance when you came here was anything to say about it. So, I’m getting you a spa day and will teach you how to take care of yourself better. If you still can’t, I’ll just have to take you for spa time more often.” 

Rook Hunt - 

Rook is a walking love letter. 

Constantly waxing poetics, and talking about how beautiful you are. 

You forget something at home and the next thing you know you’ve got an arrow shot next to you and whatever you need as well as a heartfelt note is in a pouch tied to it. 

And he’s just... There. 

All the time. 

He’s in your walls. 

You sighed, having forgotten your potions textbook for the third time this week. Truly, your memory was your own worst- What was that? A thud had come from right next to you; An arrow with a paper gift bag tied onto it through a deep purple ribbon had been shot into a tree, going right past your head. When you looked into it, there was your missing textbook, as well as a note from the giver. ‘Dearest Trickster, it is a wonder to be in your presence. I do ask, please grace me with those eyes to my face. If only I had those, I would be happy to deliver you your books for the rest of my life.’ When you looked around, you saw him; The third year excitedly waving at you from the rooftop of the school. 

Epel Felmeir - 

He tries so hard to show you how awesome cool and manly he is. 

Has the same vibes as a child showing their parents how good they are at sports. 

“Hey Mom, look!” *Kicks a soccer ball and falls flat on his face* 

He’s doing the best he can with the skills he has, give the little guy some credit 

“Hey, Prefect! Did ya see that goal I made at the end?” Epel said, having just finished a Spelldrive game. He had come up to you as soon as he was done, and you smiled at him, nodding and telling him that he had done well. He puffed his chest out at that, looking like the cat who got the cream. “Of course I did! I’ll even give ya a ride on my broom after our next practice, so you can see what it looks like when ya playing. That’s be fun, right?” He said, smiling at you widely. 

Ignihyde: 

Idia Shroud - 

Scared boy 

Very, very scared boy 

He will try to run from you any time he’s nearby.

If you manage to corner him, expect him to be very flustered. 

Maybe you’ll get a sentence or two out of him if you keep trying... 

Idia had been avoiding you for the past few days, and you had no idea why. So here you were, using the key card ortho gave you to work your way into the room of the hermit. He was hunched over his desk, eyes closed and breathing steady. His monitor was on, so when you walked over, you took the mouse out from him and went to save in his game before you closed it out. He stirred, muttering as he opened his eyes, “One more round, Orthohmysevenitsyouohimsorryicangonow!” He bolted straight up, hair flaming pink as he pushed the swirly chair back and ran out of his own room.

Ortho Shroud - 

His big brother’s best wingman 

Will come up to you and talk about how great his brother is 

If needed, pulls up diagrams and chats like he’s giving a PowerPoint presentation on his brother’s ability to date you 

“Prefect!” You heard a shout, the younger Shroud brother coming up to you. “I have something that you must see! You are aware of my brother’s affection for you, correct?” When you shook your head, he smiled, pulling up a presentation on his iPad. “That makes this much more difficult, but very well! As you can see here, one’s heartbeat increases when one meets with the object of one’s affections. This can be caused by a flight or fight response, which my brother does not usually suffer from when over a call with another. However, when your voice is there, his heart rate spikes dramatically! This means that I have reason to believe that he is in love with you. In this presentation, I will-”

Diasonia: 

Malleus Dracona - 

He is going to try to woo you with gems 

And probably other dragon-courting rituals 

I think that out of the beastmen and fae, he understands the least that you don’t get their courting rituals. 

By the name he realizes that you don’t think you’re dating he’s already picked out the names of your kids. 

“Child of Man?” You heard the familiar voice of Hornton call out to you in your garden. You smiled, turning around to face him. “It’s nice to see you again. I have a gift for you.” He said, holding out a golden necklace with emeralds sprinkled in. When you tried to refuse the gift, saying it was too expensive to get ‘just because’ he only shook his head and put it around your neck. “All the stars in the sky would be too little to give you, and every jewel in my horde pales in comparison to your beauty. If only you wear this, then you will surely compare to my father when you take your place at my side. Although, I believe you already do in both appearance and wit.”

Lilia Vanrouge - 

Old fae bat man 

He flirts with you, but it ends up being either too old-timey or too fae for you to understand 

For the old-timey side; According to Wikipedia, “Gifts accompanied courtship in the form of a man proving coins, trinkets or clothing to the woman he is trying to woo.” So, he gets you various gifts, like coins, jewelry that he has, and whatever else you’re interested in. 

I assume that because he’s such a long-lived fae, they range from ‘I found this stone in the garden’ to ‘Here’s a 1000-year-old artifact capable of destroying the world if you hold onto it wrong’

For the fae side; Male bats court by making various noises (screaming, honking, singing), flicking their wings/showing off how good they are at flying, and grooming the other party. I’m interpreting this as singing to you, playing with your hair, and trying to impress you in flight class. 

Also, him humming old love songs to you and playing with your hair I can’t-

Lilia was sitting next to you on the couch, as you flipped through various movies on the television he had in his room. You were in his arms, with his hands in your hair, braiding wherever he could get enough hair to do so. “Hey, Beastie?” He chuckled as you sighed at the lack of familiar movies. “I really do care for you quite a bit. Also, there’s this one Halloween movie that came out a year or two ago. Terror is Trending, or something. We could watch that.” He laughed again and started humming. It seemed to be a classical piece. When you asked what he was singing, he said “Dichterliebe, Robert Schumann’s Op. 48., movement 11.” He smiled at you, and then laughed at your confusion. “Just put the movie on already, Beastie.” 

Silver “Vanrouge” - 

The meeting scene from Sleeping Beauty 

That’s it, that’s my idea 

Due to the lack of inspiration, he gets a slightly longer drabble, though? 

You were walking in the woods, pausing at a shallow river, singing to yourself. It wasn’t long until you heard a horse trotting towards you. You turned to face it, and Silver smiled as you did. “It’s nice to see you again, Prefect.” He said, getting off his horse to stand next to the river with you. He looked at you, gently humming the same tune as you were. He reached a hand out to pull you in, one hand in yours and the other on your waist. “Do you know how to dance?” He asked, already starting the movements. When you shook, your head, he laughed, spinning you around. “I’ll teach you. Copy my movements, but backward... 1 2 3, 1 2 3...” He started to dance with you, slowly going from repeating the pattern to singing lightly. He was softly smiling, staring at you even as your eyes were focused on your feet. However, it didn’t take long before his horse seemed to tire of this, pushing the two of you in. “Samson!” Silver cried out, now soaking wet and a bit banged up from shielding you from the fall. “And after I promised you an extra bucket of oats to come out here... No carrots for you tonight.” He spoke, looking at you as you asked him why he had done so. Silver only smiled and responded, “There was something strange about you, and I heard your voice earlier. You’re almost too beautiful to be real. I thought it was some mysterious being, a wood sprite or a fae. Truly lovely either way.”

Sebek Zigvolt - 

He tries to protect you like the knight that he aspires to be 

He will infodump to you about Malleous or Brair Valley or something else of the sort if you let him 

Also, he’s half fae, which means fae/crocodile courting rituals. 

Crocodiles mainly bump snouts as far as I can tell, so expect many boops from him. 

Also, piggyback rides and playful nips if you get close enough to him 

“And that is why Wakasama is the greatest mage in our time!” Sebek finished, still carrying you around the school. When you tried again to tell him it wasn’t needed, Sebek scoffed. “Foolish Human! You said that your leg was tired after running in flight class, and so you must rest your legs lest you injure yourself!” He said, bopping his nose against yours. “Besides, you must know by now that as a friend of Wakasama, it is my job to defend you as I would him! In not doing so, I would be committing a sin worse than just letting you walk by yourself! As such, I will accompany you to and from class from now on. Be grateful, Human!” 

RSA+NBC: 

Che’nya - 

Che’nya will try to pull as many pranks on you as he can  

Appearing in random places, taking little things from you, and other things showing up in random places you never put them.  

All around being a little menace and trying to make your daily life as annoying as possible 

You sighed, looking towards the floating smile next to you. It laughed, as you held up the empty pencil case, asking it how he expected you to be able to do your homework now. He only chuckled, the rest of his head and shoulders appearing. “Stay pawsitive, Prefect! No need to be so catty!” You rolled your eyes, to which the boy simply snickered and rubbed his head against your cheek. “Come on, my puns are purrfect!” He pulled a pencil out of seemingly thin air, letting you take it from him. “And I’ve got plenty of pens back at RSA if you’d like to take a weekend trip to see me.” 

Neige Leblanche - Kinda angsty, but not much

He’s a sweet guy first and foremost, and his having a crush on you reflects that. 

He buys you flowers, takes you on walks in nature, romantic stuff like that. 

Maybe watching cheesy old movies with you and cuddling 

He wants to be your friend before he dates you, though, and won’t make a move until after you can see what life would be like if you were dating him considering how famous he is. 

He needs to make sure that you’re comfortable with the fame you’ll gain, and that you love him for more than just his popularity. 

Neige sighed, biting his lower lips. He was situated in your arms on the floor of his dorm room, what you’d define as a cheesy romcom on the TV. The most interesting part was the man going through his DM’s next to you. He snuggled into you a bit more as you asked him what was wrong, to which he said “Just... Hate comments and stuff. They’re really mean sometimes. Saying stuff...” He took a deep breath again, and melted against you. “Thank you for treating me like I’m a normal person. It means... So much to me. I... Care for you so much.” 

Rollo Flamme - Rollo's got yandere tendency's

Unfortunately, I can in no way see Rollo having a light crush on anyone 

For him, I imagine it’s an ‘all or nothing’ situation 

So, you’ll end up with a very obsessive and objectively evil wizard trying to win your heart by any means necessary 

But this is not the post for that, so he’s getting toned down to fit into a little drabble  

“Mon amour, how are you feeling?” Rollo asked you, coming into the area that you were lying in. You had been resting in the infirmary since coming back from the destruction he caused, and he sat on the edge of the bed. You turned away from him, closing your eyes and saying that you had no desire to speak to him. Rollo sighed, “Please, my dear? I am begging you, just talk to me.” You shook your head, but he took your hand and kissed your knuckles anyway. “Then I will wait for you to want to speak to me again. However, I do ask that it be soon. I cannot imagine my life without you, my dear angel, and I do not intend to live without you forever.” 

[crowborn666-writes]

Calling Them ‘Hun’

(Hey look I’ve wrote a thing! So often times I’ll call people I really like ‘hun’(or some variation of it) and I was wondering how some characters would react to it! (Maybe OOC?))

Twisted Wonderland Characters x Reader

Genre: Platonic/Romantic, Fluff

Characters: Malleus, Azul, Ace, Rook, Idia

Part 1 (you're here!), Part 2

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Malleus

Blinks. Does a double take towards you.

Is pretty sure he hears Sebek scream somewhere down the Diasomnia hallways.

He had called out to you upon seeing you visit, and stalls when you turn to him with a gentle “what’s up, hun?”

He quickly regathers his senses, enjoying your company as he normally would, perhaps with a boyish smile now.

Please call him hun again.

Azul

Oh god.

Floyd is never going to let him live this down, why’d you call him that in front of the eel?

Do not take that as a complaint though.

He may look as salty as his homeland in the sea right now, but call him that again private?

Prepare for a very cuddly octopus.

Ace

You said it on accident, really.

Does a triple take, staring like you just grew a second head.

Oh.

Ohohoh.

He is never letting you live this down, jokingly calling you hun in return as if he doesn’t secretly wish he could say it not as a joke for once.

A good pinch does get him to shut up though.

Rook

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the onslaught of French nicknames, each one more embarrassing than the last.

You thought it would be cute to say it at least once, to try and get him back for the occasional nickname he’d give you.

Clearly that was a mistake.

This man will not leave you alone now, following you step by step and singing romantic words of your budding relationship.

Eventually, you figure out how to get him to finally shut up, and that is to simply face him with your hands on your hips and call him hun one more time.

You don’t miss the way he melts this time.

Idia

Bluescreens.

Quite literally.

All combos broken, fingers frozen over whatever it was he was doing.

Turns as pink as his fiery hair does.

You begin to worry when he doesn’t respond within five minutes. Or move, for that matter.

You have to go get Ortho, voice tearful as you explain you may have broken his brother.