#probs ooc but ah well

[bloomries]

Hi I was wondering if you could make a part 2 worth the dateables for the “in another universe” fic. I just read it and it was amazing and now im crying 😭.

in another universe...

includes : diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon.

summary : what could have been, in a better universe.

warnings : gn! reader. angsty angst. death & mortality (solomon). prob a little ooc but shhhh. italics indicate the 'other universe.'

part one here.

DIAVOLO

...you weren't the prince of the devildom.

It was another day filled with princely duties, and another day you find yourself all alone. It was painfully empty in the large bed, and you knew you couldn't do a thing to fix it. Instead you close yours eyes and wish you could have woken up in his arms.

In a perfect world, you'd wake up in the arms of your beloved. Not Prince Diavolo, just Diavolo. You'd wake up to the feeling of kisses peppered against your face, and giggles would fill the room as you try to push him away but he won't relent. "G'morning my love," he whispers between kisses, "We gotta get up~"

"Noo," you whine, and he chuckles, pulling away to look at your cute scrunched up face. "Let's just call in sick and stay in bed allllll day." You peak an eye open to see Dia, who grins.

"Sounds like a perfect idea." And thus the day was spent burning making food, watching shitty tv drama, and cuddling- and of course kissing too.

But when you open your eyes, the coolness creeps in, and the emptiness of the room is unsettling. A knock on the door alerts you of Barbatos' presences, and he speaks from the other side of the door.

"Are you awake?... Lord Diavolo asks me to send his regards, he has another day ruling over the Devildom, and wants to let you know to not expect him until late." Pulling the sheets over your face, you decide to indulge in your fantasy world a little longer before facing the harsh reality.

BARBATOS

...i came first.

It's not that you didn't understand, no you knew perfectly well that Barbatos' job was very important and required him to be away from you for long periods of time. What you didn't understand was that he refused, almost too eagerly, a day off. Diavolo noticed he'd been working him too hard and offered a little vacation. You thought he'd take it, so he could spend what little time granted he could with you, but instead...

"I was thinking we could head to the human realm, and have a nice date there."

"Oh yeah?" You coo, leaning closer to him and grinning. "And what should we do there?" He hums, deep in thought. A nice restaurant, perhaps dancing involved, walking around a fairy-light lit park, being in each others arms. Yes, that sounded nice, and thus he informed of you such thoughts. "That does sound nice, it's a date then." You press a kiss to the corner of his lip- tease. He's quick to correct your mistake, placing a proper kiss to your lips.

"You... You rejected the offer?" Barbatos undoes the buttons of his shirt, glancing over his shoulder at you with a slight frown.

"Obviously. As much as I'd like to trust him..." He tsks and shake his head, pushing away the thought. "Nevermind. Shall we turn in for the night?" He slips into more comfortable clothing, giving you that cool, unwavering smile. Ah, you don't know how much more you can put up with this...

SIMEON

...you stayed the night.

"Goodnight." Simeon spoke in a soft, quiet voice, his smile kind. It makes your heart do somersaults. You bid him a goodnight as well, and as he goes to turn, you hesitantly catch his wrist.

"You know... You could stay the night... If you wanted." His eyes widen. Stay the night? Something inside him shifts, his eyes filling with what seems to be pity.

"I'm sorry... I can't..." He speaks, gently removing your hand off his wrist and giving you a weak smile. "Goodnight." And then he leaves, not a single glance back. Did you just ruin your friendship with five words? You just wanted him to stay a little longer, just be near you for a while more...

"Stay the night?" You nod, fiddling with your shirt. "Well... I suppose that would be okay." Your eyes widen in delight. Really? He'd stay? He chuckles at your obvious enthusiasm and allows you to drag him back into your room where you set up a spot for you to sleep on the ground.

Simeon shakes his head at this. "I'll take the floor." After a little arguing, you both end up on the bed, both too jittery with excitement of staying near your crush to properly sleep. As you try to close your eyes, try to calm your mind, however, you feel a pinkie brush against yours- and feeling a little bolder, you move your hand even closer. Eventually, your hand in Simeons, and his in yours, you both with small, dorky smiles as sleep comes for you both.

Tomorrow will likely involve a long talk.

SOLOMON

...we could grow old together.

"You're going to be the cutest grumpy old man." It was an offhand comment, something you didn't really think about, you were just teasing him... But then the mood in the air shift, and it got real quiet, and you were suddenly reminded that you wouldn't be growing old with him.

"Shit... Sorry." You, but Solomon waves his hand dismissively, forcing a smile as he claims it's no big deal. It is, though, it's an incredibly big deal. Not only feeling the despair of it, but Solomon too- if he could, he'd most definitely choose mortality with you than whatever he's got going on now.

Sitting in your own separate rocking chairs, holding hands. You reading a book while Solomon nags about 'children theses days' or something or another. Getting up and then having to help him because his knees are what they used to be. Listening to a song considered old, dancing close to each other and remembering all your beautiful memories together. Eventually dying together.

Ah... But none of that will happen. He'll eventually watch you pass away, and he'll try desperately to hold on to your memory but when your face fades away from his mind who will he become? Solomon gingerly holds back tears that sting his eyes. Damn his immortality, damn it all. He truly wishes he could give it all up for a lifetime with you- it'd truly be worth it.

[luvingshidou]

Can you do a part 2 of the bllk boys reacting to their gf doing ballet but with isagi, ness and nagi?

SUREEEE 🫶🫶🫶

CHARMED

bllk boy x fem! ballerina! reader part 2

established relationship

thank u anonnn💗💗💗

probs ooc

ISAGI YOICHI

Isagi was coming back to both yours and his apartment after a long day of practice. He was exhausted and just wanted a hot bath, and to cuddle up with you, he did text you that he'd be back home very soon. Oh, how he wished he was already in your arms. After another while of walking, Isagi was at your front door. He got his keys out and began opening the door. As soon as he did, he saw you standing in front of him ballet gear still on. For a minute, he froze up not knowing what to say. You've never told him about this????

"Sweetheart, you do ballet????" He asks as he walks up to you, closing the door behind him.

"Y-yes." You muttered quietly, nodding almost sheepishly, your cheeks becoming red out of embarrassment.

"Oh??? How long have you been doing it for???" Isagi asks, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"Four years, sorry for not telling you, Yoi." You say, still very embarrassed by him catching you in your ballet gear.

"Hmmm, it okay, baby!!! Plus, I can watch my pretty girlfriend do all those beautiful spins and twirls!!!" He says, smiling down at you.

"Yoichi, you don't even know if I'm good." You say, looking up at him as he kept on smiling at you.

"Huh, I don't need to???" He says, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a hug.

ALEXIS NESS

Ness was cleaning around the house while you were sleeping after a long day of studying and working. He wanted to help you out since you were usually the one cleaning most of the time while he was at practice. After ironing one of your dresses, he was about to hang it up in your wardrobe, but that's when he saw a pair of ballet shoes hidden behind some of your clothes.

Why were they there??? Maybe one of your friends left them here??? Do you not trust him to tell him that you do ballet??? Ness mind was racing with different scenarios, most of them just being him overthinking. Ness decided to forget about them and was about to put them back when you came in the room.

"A-ah, angel!!!" He said, his voice filled with uncertainty as he hid the ballet shoes behind him. "How was your sleep???"

"Good." You mumble groggily, stretching your arms. That's when you noticed the ballet shoes that Ness was hiding behind his back. Fuck.

"Baby, where did you find those ballet shoes????" You ask him, slightly surprised that he even found them.

"Uhm, they were in the wardrobe, darling." Ness replies. That's when you remember the last time Ness nearly caught you practing, so you chucked the shoes at the back of your wardrobe. "Do you not trust me enough to tell me that you do ballet???" Ness asks, his lips curling into a frown.

"Baby, no, I— I just know you're busy, I don't want you to waste time by watching me perform." You say, wrapping your arms around him to give him a hug.

Ness hugs you back, his frown turing into a smile from your warm embrace. "Darling, I want to see you perform, I want to see how pretty you'd look."

NAGI SEISHIRO

You and Nagi were cuddling together in bed. He was on his phone scrolling through Instagram while you were watching him look at reels and photos that had the humour of a 12 year old teenage boy. When a video of you performing competitively at a competition came, Nagi instantly knew it was you, but the way you moved had Nagi mesmerised, you moved so gracefully.

"Angel, you move beautifully." He murmurs, still staring at his phone. "Why didn't ya tell me???"

"Cause you'd probably find it a hassle to watch me perform, lazyhead." You sigh, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Well, not if you perform like that." The tall white head mumbles lazily, putting his phone down for once and began to look at you.

"Ah, so the lazy genius wouldn't mind going to watch me perform??? Wouldn't it be too much of a hassle for ya???" You ask, smirking slightly to yourself in amusement.

Nagi wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a cosy embrace. "When it comes to you, pretty I don't mind if anythings a hassle." Nagi mumbles as he began to smile slightly at you.

[wuwaworld]

Mortefi x Reader (One-Shot)

— wishing to be in the front lines against the evil forces, you applied for submission to be a soldier. by some luck, you passed the test. now, how will you tell this to your co-worker.. whom you've found endearing despite the everyday banter? can you really leave the safety net of the Academy?

tw: Mortefi as a menace, idiots in love, prob ooc Mortefi, vague spoilers(?) (for those players who aren't that far into the quest/knowledge on wuwa yet, like me lol)

chaotically rewritten.

forgive the man's bluntness, but Mortefi doesn't really understand how you're fretting over something quite simple.

it started with fleeting glances throughout the whole Academy. Mortefi notices how you hold a thick envelope, flapping its seal but never actually pulling out what's inside.

“what are you doing?” Mortefi approaches you on a random afternoon, the Academy's activities were a bit mellow today. so he guesses he could take his free time to chat with you instead.

“ah-!” you fumbled with the envelope in your hands in a panic, “you can't just surprise me like that!”

“well,” Mortefi chuckles wryly, “someone is quite in a foul mood these days.”

“whatever.” you huffed, attempting to hide the envelope away from his prying eyes. your hands discreetly placing it beneath the stacks of paperwork–

but of course, it was the reason Mortefi approached you, wasn't it?

shamelessly, he picks up the envelope from your hands, flipping the smooth material around as he checks for something relevant on its cover. Mortefi swiftly leans away when you try to pry it away. his taller stature easily raising his hand out of your reach.

“hey! give that back-” you felt quite anxious as Mortefi continued to hold the envelope. “don't you have some manners?”

“weren't you the one who said I should drop the formalities, hm?” Mortefi retorts as he leans down to your height, the envelope in his hands still out of your reach.

“now, will you tell me what this is?”

“an.. application.” you sighed, attempting to cover it up as you reach out for the envelope once more.

“about what? you're oddly being secretive.” Mortefi prods, merely raising his arms out of your reach once more.

“if you give it to me, I'll tell you.” you bargained, crossing your arms as getting the envelope back seemed futile.

“I've seen children conjour a lie better than yours.”

“ugh, you-”

Mortefi merely chuckles, his fingers playing with the paper flap. an almost unnoticable teasing smile on his lips as he taunts further.

“fine,” you huffed, “it's a test result.”

Mortefi blinks once, processing the information.

as far as he knew, you didn't had any major work this past few days. the only things you had done were signing papers and fixing broken weapons that were dropped in the Academy's door.

besides, he's the one who gives you work. so this envelope must be something personal. something a mere co-worker shouldn't pry.

“it seems I've crossed the line,” Mortefi sighs, placing the envelope back in your hands, “I apologize if I came out rude-”

before he could finish his oddly sappy apology, you covered your mouth— laughing at his somewhat sheepish expression.

“you-” you laughed, looking at him as he stood confused, “you're taking it too seriously-”

Mortefi then deadpans, crossing his arms across his chest, “ha.. you're so eccentric.” he mutters. his eyes now looking at the way your lashes flutter as your eyes closed, or how your tense body seem to ease a bit as you laughed because of him. it was him, Mortefi, who had made you this happy—

but.. you didn't have to know that.

you didn't have to know the way he hids his expression as soon as you look up to him; the endearing look he once had replaced with nonchalance. he patiently waits for you to calm down from your peals of laughter, uncaring of the odd stares around the office.

“Mortefi?” he saw the way you tilted your head, a few strands of hair framing your face as you waved your hand in front of him. how rude, he thinks.

“I can feel you heating up.. even when I'm just in front of you. are you that embarrassed?” you asked curiously, a mix of concern and teasing on your tone.

“I'm upset that you seem to shrug of my genuine concern.” Mortefi scoffs, trying to quell his raging heart beat. he crosses his arms more tightly against him as an act of defiance. but really, he was trying to hide the way his chest rapidly falls up and down, his breath quickening on the way he feels at that moment. it almost felt as if the Tacet Mark on his chest was waving along to the frequencies of his heart.

he knows what he's been feeling for you the past weeks.. but a little more denial and study on his feelings wouldn't.. hurt.. right?

“ah, my bad.” you apologized, but Mortefi knew it was merely half-meant, if the way your shoulders just seem to shrug it off.

“now, since we've been in this conversation for a while,” he starts off as he ignored the flutters in his stomach, pushing up his glasses with his finger, “what really is in that envelope?”

if your laughter was any indication, Mortefi deduces that while it is personal, it wasn't something that truly concerns you to the point you'll shut people out. he began to scrutinize the way you bit your lip in nervousness, or the fact that you seem to hold the envelope even closer to your chest. (which he hadn't noticed that you already grabbed subtly when he places his arm down.)

“well?” Mortefi tilts his head, waiting for a reply.

“I..” you sighed, looking at him straight in the eye, “I'm going to the military.”

you notice the way Mortefi merely glances at you with a look of absurdness. it had made you realize that maybe your answer was quite vague.

“I'm leaving the Academy,” you made the announcement clear, and didn't miss the way Mortefi's eyes widens a tad bit, “I applied to be a soldier on the front lines.. I want a different kind of approach in helping Jinzhou.”

“.....”

for a while, you wonder if you had somehow.. broke the ever so suave Mortefi you did. if the way he seems to heat up more..? did he became upset on your sudden announcement of looming departure?

“Sir.. Mortefi..?” you called out unsure. at the end of the day, he was still your superior– no matter how much you banter like friends.

his eyes sharply turns to you, an inquisitive look on his face. “back on formalities again?” if anything, he sounded more and more upset.

“sorry,” you sighed, your hands tentatively pulling out the thick paper from the envelope. showing him the results of your test in applying in the military.

Mortefi looks down on the paper, he glances at the words etched on it. amidst the long words and paragraphs, his eyes zoned in on a sentence.

“we are pleased to have you with us as a fellow Midnight Ranger!”

not knowing his inner building turmoil, you looked down on your feet as you spoke, “I didn't know how to tell you.. the higher-ups already gave me an approval to leave the Academy within a week or two.”

the bustling sounds of the place were the only white noise. you watched as Mortefi stood in front of you, a thoughtful, yet unreadable expression on his face as he stares at the papers. flipping the page every now and then.

“Mortefi...?”

“is that all?” said man merely hums, as if his odd attitude previously was an illusion, “I should probably give you a newly made weapon to help you before you depart.”

“oh.. are you not upset?” you questioned, taking the papers back.

“should I be?” Mortefi smirks, a knowing look on his face, “should I not be proud that you're broadening your minisicule horizons?”

“you-!” you balked, watching as he continues to tease you relentlessly... before cutting him off with a, “gosh, Mortefi. at least take it seriously!”

“what's there to treat in such manner?”

“I.. uh..” you paused, gears slowly aligning in your head.

in a matter of seconds, you felt yourself heat up. a mad blush painting your cheeks as you hid your face behind the envelope. Mortefi was right, why should he treat it so seriously? in fact, he should be somewhat supportive as your co-worker, even amidst the bittersweet departing.

then why is it that you feel.. mad.. or upset.. at his lack of.. elaborative response?

“are you upset?” Mortefi taunts, giving you the taste of your own medicine from earlier as he leans his body to your height.

“nothing,” you tried to shrug off, your feet taking a few steps back as you looked away.

“if this is about your late announcent to me as your superior, then yes.” he teases, as he morphs his expression into a mocking anger.

“in the end of all this though,” Mortefi gestures to the envelope, “I commend your bravery on stepping in this hectic journey.”

“...thank you, Mortefi.” you feel the way your cheeks even grew more a deep red, and as you look up, you were surprised to see a soft look on his face. almost as if..

no, you can't assume something so serious like that.

..yet you can't ignore the tension, the way he continues to check on you at work even when he wasn't required to. the way Mortefi nags the mess on your office that you left previously on a chaotic overtime at work. yet you find your desk a tad bit cleaner than before as you went back after lunch. which he hasn't done with other colleagues, merely staring at another's messy office place in disgust.

you can't and won't ignore the whispers of the people in the Academy on how you two seem too close to be mere co-workers. on how he asks for your opinion regarding a prototype he has made, even if the both of you knew he already had the answer with how genious he is.

there was no movement from both sides. though Mortefi was a straightforward man, he can even hesitate on something as delicate as love.

while there were no clear answers, like a new problem that was put on hold to be solved— the both of you know the way you feel with each other without words. it's only up to time and fate as to when the answer would unravel.

until then, this distance seems enough for now.

“fine, since you've done this much for me,” Mortefi mutters, looking in your eyes with a somewhat fond look, “go ahead, tell me the wildest inventions you can think of, and watch me make them happen for you.”

the man took a step forward, and boldly places a hand on your shoulder. his thumb brushing against the fabric of your clothes leisurely,

“after all, I can't let my co-worker leave the Academy empty handed now, hm?”

[sierrrraaawwwwwcgtcvh]

hai !!! is it cool if i request a

Velvet x GN!Reader

maybe like a ,, worried velvet ? Maybe an interviewer said something about her crush on reader (preferably like reader and velvet are known close friends or known friends and reader is also a popstar?) and it caused Velvet to get pissed off and when she says something, she thinks she said the wrong thing (ex ; she thinks her words were worded wrong so she believes reader thinks she doesnt like reader) So she avoids reader and then reader confronts her and she spills everything ?

SORRY IF RHIS IS COMPLICATED OR SOEMHRIN 😭

YESSS I LOVE THIS I WAS THINKING ABT DOING SOMETHING LIKE THIS!! I THINK I HAVE A KINDA IDEA OF WHAT YOU WANT? IF U DONT LIKE IT, ITS OKAY !! ITS MOSTLY IN VELVETS POV IF THATS OKAY. (Prob ooc butttt idk)

Velvet x GN!Reader

Warnings: cursing?

VELVET’S POV: 

—

Velvet and Veneer were currently doing an interview, with the interviewer only asking Velvet questions as Veneer sat quietly. 

"So.. Velvet! Some rumors have been circulating the media." The interviewer said, a bright smile on his face.

"And..?" Velvet had an eyebrow raised. 

"Is it true that you really have a crush on (Y/n)? Apparently, some fans seem to think you look and treat (Y/n) in a certain way that's different from others! So, we have to know. Do you like (Y/n)?" 

Velvet held her composure, even though inside she was internally screaming.

"Hmm, well.. I, personally.. think they're just alright." Velvet shrugged. Why did I say that!? She screamed inside. 

"Oh.. so you don't have a crush on them? Ah.. I see. Well, you heard it from Velvet herself everyone! See you next time with the popstar, you know and love.. (Y/n) (L/n)!" Velvet immediately got up and left the interview area, heading over to a dress room designated for her.

Velvet entered the dressing room, groaning as she shut the door behind her. She didn't even want to THINK about opening her phone. She could already think of all the tweets or things that people would say about her and (Y/n). She had already begun to regret what she had said.

She heard a knock at her door, "What do you want!?" She shouted. 

"Um.. it's me, Veneer. Can I come in?" 

"Yeah." She said, loud enough for him to hear. She sat on a couch as the door opened, and then shut. 

"I thought you said you liked (Y/n)? Why the sudden change of heart?" Veneer walked over to his sister and sat beside her on the couch. 

"I do like them! I don't even know why I said that.." Velvet groaned.

"Oh.. well, you probably shouldn't check any social media apps. The fans are going crazy, and not in a good way." Veneer sighed.

"Fuck.. I just.. I do want to tell them how I feel but I'm scared they won't like me." Velvet took the pillow next to her and held it in her lap.

"It's always better to just say it y'know? You shouldn't lie about how you feel." 

"I know. Great, now I'm gonna have to avoid them like the plague.." Velvet groaned, for what.. the 50th time already? 

“You could just talk to them?” Veneer was confused, why couldn’t his sister just confront them?

“But I can’t! Not after that.. It’d be sooo awkward!”

“It’s not that bad, Velvet. I ended up explaining how I felt to my partner and it turned out great!”

“But that’s you! I can’t tell if they even love me like I love them.” She mumbled.

“True.. well, I guess it’s ultimately your decision.” Veneer shrugged as Velvet rolled her eyes.

—

(Y/N)’S POV:

—

You’d just gotten back from an interview. You couldn’t believe what Velvet had said. She thought you were just.. alright?

You frowned as you laid on your bed, pulling out your phone from your pocket. You texted Velvet.

“Hey, can we talk..?” 

sent at 08:23 p.m.

You watched as Velvet had read your message, but didn’t respond. You texted again.

“I know you’re seeing my messages Velvet. Please, text me.”

sent at 08:24 p.m.

You huffed as she read your message again, still not responding. You then decided that you’d text Veneer.

“Hey Veneer! I’m trying to talk to Velvet but she keeps leaving my messages on seen. Is she okay??”

sent at 08:29 p.m.

He read your message immediately as he responded.

“Hi (Y/n)!! Velvet’s okay :)) I’m not sure why she’s not responding..”

sent at 08:30 p.m.

“Oh…” You frowned. You then texted him back,

“Oh, okay!! Thank you for letting me know. :D Sorry if I bothered you.” 

sent at 08:31 p.m.

You then turned off your phone, setting it on your dresser after plugging it into your charger. Hopefully you’d get a response from Velvet soon.

—

VELVET’S POV: 

—

She couldn’t focus on singing at ALL. Velvet was thinking about your messages and what she said earlier. 

How am I supposed to even face them after this? She pondered, as she sang with Veneer. They were singing their newest song, “Watch me Work”.

Her thinking caused her to mess up a move, but she quickly recovered. Fuck, I need to think about this later. Velvet held back a groan as her and Veneer finished the song as the audience roared in excitement. At least their concert was over for the time being. 

Velvet and Veneer walked off stage and headed to their dressing room.

“Sis.. you really need to talk to (Y/n). They’re worried for you.” Veneer wanted to at least convince his sister to talk to them.

“Veneer, you don’t think I know that!?” Velvet snapped at him as they entered their dressing room. 

Velvet sighed, “I’m sorry. Okay? I’m just.. stressed out.”

“It’s okay. But vel you should talk to them, like seriously.” 

“I know, Veneer. I just.. can’t.” 

“Well, why not?” He asked, checking the time on his phone.

“I don’t know what they’re gonna say and I’m scared. I’m mad at myself for what I said! I’m pissed, like seriously pissed. I should’ve said something better! What was I even thinking..” She grumbled, walking over to the couch in the dressing room and sitting on it.

Veneer sat beside her, “It’ll be okay.” 

She scoffed, “Easy for you to say.”

—

(Y/N)’S POV: 

—

You walked through the long, longgg hallway of dressing rooms. You were heading to one in particular, Velvet and Veneer’s. You knew they’d be there as they just got done with a concert. Well, you didn’t really have to look for their’s as you knew where it was. You’d been there a LOT before.

You stopped in your tracks as you stood in front of Velvet and Veneer’s dressing room. You hesitated.. but knocked on the door after gaining enough confidence. 

“Coming!” You heard Veneer shout. 

He opened the door and saw you standing there, his face turned into shock. 

“Oh.. I should probably leave you two alone for this. Haha..” He laughed awkwardly as he moved out of the way to let you in. You walked in after he shut the door and left. You saw Velvet sitting on their couch. 

“Veneer, who was at the door-.” She cut herself off as she looked up and saw you. 

“Velvet..” You started as she got up immediately.

“Why’re you here?” 

“You make it sound like a bad thing.” You sighed as walked up to her. “What’s your problem?” You asked.

“I don’t have a problem.” She scoffed as she rolled her eyes.

“It sure seems like it. You didn’t reply to my messages.” 

“So? I don’t have to reply to what you say all the time.” Velvet looked away from you.

“Velvet, what was that about? The interview I mean. You really think I’m just.. alright?” You watched as her face faltered, turning into a frown. 

“No..” She had her head turned, but she finally looked at you.

“Then what? What do you really think of me, huh?” You crossed your arms.

Velvet gave no response as she looked away once more.

“Oh.. I see. You don’t wanna tell me? Fine.” You scoffed as you began walking to exit the dressing room.

“Wait!” Velvet grabbed your arm. 

“What? You made it clear you don’t like me.” You didn’t even turn to face her. 

“I do.. I do like you! I’ve liked you for so long..” You heard Velvet begin sobbing as you turned around, her hand still gripping your arm.

“I don’t know why I said it.. I was scared.. scared you wouldn’t like me.” Velvet held your arm as she cried. 

You frowned as you pulled her into a hug, “How could I not? Your smile is beautiful, I love everything about you Velvet.” You heard her begin sniffling, signaling she’d began to stop crying. She let go of your arm.

“You mean it?” Her voice hoarse from crying.

“I mean it, Vel.” You pulled back from the hug. You held her right cheek with your hand as you smiled.

“Now, please.. don’t ignore me like that. I seriously thought you hated me.” You laughed a little bit.

“I won’t ignore you like that ever again. I’m sorry.” Velvet frowned.

“It’s okay.” She smiled at that. 

You heard the door open as you both turned your heads to look at who had just walked in. Your hand falling from her cheek.

“Are you two together yet or what?” Veneer asked as he walked in, shutting the door behind him.

You looked at Velvet as she looked at you for a second, before nodding. 

“Yeah, we are.” You replied.

“Ugh, about time!”

(I’ll prob edit this later if I see any mistakes)

[myntrose]

ׂׂૢgenshin characters as meet-cutes!ׂׂૢ

ft: Tighnari, Diluc, Ayato x gender neutral! Reader (separately)

cn: modern au!, kinda academy au!, a lot of head-cannon dumping lol, prob grammar mistakes, a tiny bit ooc, fluff :D

a/n: hello:D im trying to get back to writing lol o/ also, for the meet-cute statements, reader would be "A"

word count: 826

*ೃ༄meet-cute: an amusing or charming first encounter between two characters that leads to the development of a romantic relationship between them.

Tighnari

*ೃ༄when A and B reach for the same book at the library

His footsteps were quick and rushed, each being more anxious than the last. It wasn't uncommon to see Tighnari in the library during the most obscure hours of the night. What was different was that, unlike his usual studious self, forgot to include a whole paragraph of research in his latest essay. Who could blame him? He was so busy with mentoring his underclassmen, and conducting all sorts of new projects that this particular one had completely left his mind. He skims through the shelves looking for a specific book. "The researchers guide to foreign fauna" (he had already read this one), "The sun's effects of nocturnal plants" (he had not read this one, maybe he should borrow it as well) and, ah! "The safety handbook vol. 1: caring for variegated plants" Just the book he needed. Instead of reaching out the grab the books spine, his hand collides with that of your own. He looks straight at you, the gears in his mind immediately clicking. Ah, looks like you need the same book. While he fights a conflicted battle of being a gentleman and giving you the book, or to just snatch and run, you realize that both your hands are still touching. You quickly retract your hand away, opening your mouth to start bargaining with your life as to why you really need this book for your research topic. Your convincing falls sort when Tighnari makes a slight cough.

"Heh... it looks like we both need this book. You can have it first, I don't mind..."

He pulls out his phone, opening up his contacts.

"...But please, the moment you have no more use for it, call me so I can pick it up."

If it hadn't been for the library's dim lights, perhaps you would have noticed the slight blush that brushed across Tighnari's face.

Diluc

*ೃ༄A is forced to attend a fancy party, gets seated next to B, who they complain about how lame the party is. B is the party host (A is unaware of this)

It's almost rare that Diluc could get a breather away from his own party. It came the time that it was the young heir's birthday once again. While his fellow classmates could only dream of having such an extravagant celebration, Diluc couldn't help but dread it. After all, he knew close to no one here, most being business partners, or the families of his fathers friends. He grabs his cup of grape juice, watching from the corner of his eyes as someone interrupts his silent bubble. Dread fills Diluc as he prepares a half-lived smile, ready to talk to whichever business owner had the nerves to ask for a collaboration-

"It's nice to see that someone else looks bored as hell in this party."

...?

He turns his chair to get a better look at you. He doesn't exactly know you. Maybe a child of one of the many CEO's present? You look like you're supposed to be at this party, dressed according to the theme and such. But he makes quick to recognize the slight scowl on your face. The look of, if-one-more-person-talks-about-economics-with-me-I'll-snap. You turn to fully look at the person you sat next to.

"Hey, I was thinking of leaving early and getting some takeout. Wanna come with?"

Maybe you were the breath of fresh air he needed.

Ayato

*ೃ༄A thinks they found their friend, giving them a surprise hug from behind. They hugged B. Their friend watched the whole thing happen.

Maybe Ayaka should have mentioned that she had a brother. Could all the blame be put on her, though? Yes, they did have very similar hair. But surely anyone could have realized that on height alone that the person you so very excitedly hugged wasn't her, but her much taller brother.

After class had officially ended, you spotted your dear friend at the end of the hallway. You were extremely tired as it is, with the only thought in mind being to regain energy through your very positive friend. Sleep made its way early to you, so when you bear-hugged your friend it took long to realize how you were actually cuddling.

On the other side of this, Ayato was deep in conversation with Thoma, before turning his head to see one of his juniors practically squeezing the life out of him. Thankfully, he sees Ayaka walk up to him, reaching to his ear and whispering what had just happened. Ayato couldn't help but let out a light-hearted smile. Ayaka taps your shoulder, causing your eyes to flutter open.

"Ayaka, please let me rest"

...

"Wait, how are you standing in front of me if-"

Maybe Ayaka should properly introduce you to her brother.

[theintoccabile]

tbh Daemon Targaryen is a prime example for how white male characters (who are deemed attractive) can do literally anything and the fandom will still stan them

miss me with “well this character of color is a Bad Person so of course fans shun them (and pretend somone else, white is the main character)”

also on the topic of good ol’ misogyny, if a white dude had as iconic a first (...and only...) appearance as Rhea Royce there’d be a million fanfics about him

instead I can barely find any positive portayals of her let alone ones where the “fix it” is not her having a happy marriage with the dude who brutally murdered her for the great sin of having been forced to marry him, after insulting her in nasty af ways to everyone who would listen since probably forever

hmmm

but Daemon is in like every fic ever and not as a villain lmao bc he’s probs the most popular character in the show

also apparently lots of ppl were shocked and thought it was OOC when he uh briefly strangled(? did not watch that far) his new wife

ah but she is the main character. of course. totes shocking then

[joifee]

ah i'm a naturally inquisitive person so what questions tend to come fairly easy to me, but the real answer is anything and everything. Whatever details of a broad idea or bits of canon you want expanded on or just things you like from other's aus but in question form. When i'm really stuck i actually write these down in a list and then periodically through the next few days just revisit it and add any possible answers, both ones i know i won't use and ones i actually like, to the list. Eventually i start getting the broad stokes of an idea/hc from that and will use my interests to hyerfix on expanding the idea. It might not work for you + that's okay, but this is just my personal strategy when i get stuck as it plays to my strengths very well.

...That lmao probs should've been my main tip, find what parts of creating your good at and try finding ways to do worldbuilding + headcanons that play specifically to those and use that more then anything else.

as for the ooc thing i definitely understand that, it's why i stick to canon-adjact mainly tbh. I'm currently trying to unlearn a similar mindset by just- forcing myself to write and then not forcing myself to share less canon-based ideas. They're normally only like a sentence long but it helps some, plus sometimes i'll find a detail in there i can use for the above process to make smth canon-based

The questions are a hard part of me - especially if it's for a subject of my interest. I already struggle enough in university with it and when I finally find a way to question what I have to write about, I sometimes have like so little time left that I barely finish the essay - I still don't know how i managed to write my BA thesis

Its probably a problem for me because in my head my interests are kinda all over the place and really dont mingle well with the characters? Like f.e. in the moment I am kinda hyperfocusing on contemporary art AND cult of the lamb AND mcyt (like usually) and honestly i wouldnt be able to see a matching link if you were able to show me. So finding parts that i am good it is no problem for me - the combining part and questioning part is what i trip over

The problem with ooc for me is that it comes from canon-adjact positions. and for me its mostly personality based. I don't care if the visual design isnt what canon looks like but i often hope i get the personality right because being called out on it isn't fun - makes me ask myself if i understand the character enough to actually write about them

[lemonandlime22]

Heya Lemons ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

I'm officially back from my trip, my legs hurt from being stuck 8 hours on a car tho lol. Technically I should have come back on Monday but I decided to stay until Tuesday and came back today, anyway, how are u? Have you eaten and drank water today? :D

Ooo btw I have received your request and it's such a good idea sjskks, let's see if I begin to write today. Although I must admit that it's been a while since I've written anything with Ciel so he might be ooc, and I remember him being my favorite character when I watched the anime

Hello lovely!!

Welcome back! I hope you enjoyed it! oof yeah, I understand that, I suggest going full starfish on your bed to stretch out lol. I'm doing rly well, been pet sitting for some family friends the past week or so, and it's been rly fun. Yes, I have dw, it's been rly hot here so I've made sure to drink lots of water.

Ah ty! In all honesty I prob wouldn't notice, I haven't watched the show in years so I only rly remember the fanon ver of him lol.

And how are you luv? I hope you had a good time on your trip and have taken care of yourself!

[fivekrystalpetals]

Hi again! I confess I left you some anon kudos on ao3^^" Are you familiar with PH novels? I'm not a big fan but they do have some interesting bits like Break stashing countless whiskey bottles in his wardrobe and him being suspiciously well-informed about sketchy boutique that sells dresses with "'gaping décolletage [...]created to tempt men.'As Break explained, with gestures,[...]'They’re also designed to be quite easy to take off.'” Now this def sounds like certain someone's ff alright! wink

CARD DECK ANON!! *waves wildly* welcome back!! and ahhh thank you for your kudos!! i legit imagined the guest kudos were some sort of glitch happening to my ao3 and not that someone actually read my fic lmao yeah cuz i am so hopeless for any kinda f/b when it comes to the rarepair ship like break/lottie hahaha,,, so thanks a lot! ❤ i got the inspiration to start editing the next chapters when i got your kudos in mail and went : oh if ppl are reading, maybe i should go back to that fic??

//Are you familiar with PH novels?// ahh I too am not a big fan of the LNs but I do wanna read the stories for the Tragedy Trio bc Lacie is in those so ✨✨Content for my Favorite ✨✨ I skimmed thro them and like, it's some swordfight bet. Jack and Oswald and Jack gets totally thrashed or smth lolol I gotta read it properly someday! and probs also the ones with Oz, Gil, Elleo, but I am kinda suspicious of them being ooc so let's see? I did read 2/3 with Sharon (the white kitty and the cradle song iirc?)

//Break stashing countless whiskey bottles in his wardrobe// lmao this happens in the Cradle Song right? And Oscar, Reim and Break pass out drunk (not Break ig?) in his room and Sharon comes in to check on them?? Break also sings a lullaby for her! that was a really sweet moment (but they ruin it with her Crush on break in the omake next -_-)

//him being suspiciously well-informed about sketchy boutique// I didn't know this!!!! and so, I crtl+f'ed in the caucus race pdf and it's from the dahlia story...? I have been meaning to read the ones with gil but for some reason, i keep putting them off???

//dresses with "'gaping décolletage// ghfjkd I was actually searching for the word 'decolletage' tysm CD anon who are you and how do you drop in with exactly what i need for the moment???

//'They’re also designed to be quite easy to take off.'// and Break is so..... *face palm* omg but yk in the next chapter, i do have a similar scene but it's more like, wtf are you wearing so many layers, i don't even know where to start taking them off grr??? glad for confirmation on break's preferences lmaoooo

I really didn't know something like this happens in the LNs (anyway Break go get dumped in the middle of the "sad dad-serial killer-slut" venn) but i was told that there is one scene where Break is hanging out around taverns and like:

.

Gradually, Oz understood. The women probably worked at a tavern somewhere on this street. In other words, Break was one of its regular customers. In that case, Break had come to the street today in order to put in an appearance at the tavern— Sensing that Oz seemed to want to say something, Break spoke, smiling: “You will keep this a secret from my lady, won’t you?” “…So it’s something you can’t tell Sharon-chan about. Not only that, but ��Zeke’… You go there under an assumed name? How about that…” As he spoke, Oz’s eyes were reproving. When he continued, his voice was even more ironic and slightly scornful: “‘We’ll give you extras,’ huh? I see.” Alice, who was standing beside Oz and Break, listening to their exchange, grumbled: “Hrrrnnn?” Apparently she didn’t quite understand what they were talking about. Although he would have been hard-pressed to explain, Break didn’t seem at all abashed. “I suppose you could call it a mature pleasure. Ah, you children are a bit young for that. You mustn’t, Oz-kun.” Oz grew mildly irritated at finding himself treated like a child. With a taunting expression, he said: “Listen to you. Ahh, you know, maybe I will tell Sharon-chan.” “My, my. That would be a problem.” Although he said it would be a problem, as Break spoke, his gestures indicated that it wouldn’t really be anything of the sort. Then, his expression grew a bit thoughtful. In the tone of one speaking in riddles, he asked Oz a question: “Do you know where ‘information’ tends to collect, here in Reveil?” “…Information? What sort?” Oz hadn’t expected the question, and all he could do was answer with one of his own. Break lowered his voice a bit, so that it would blend in with the noise from the crowd. “For example, in a corner of this street, there’s a tavern. Its proprietress is so influential that there’s no one in underworld society who does not know her. Her intelligence network reaches into every corner of aristocratic society, and it’s said no information fails to find its way to her.” “……Huh?” “The ladies who work at her tavern have secured the favor of many nobles, as her pawns. ‘We’ll give you extras’ is a code phrase…meaning that new information has come in.” Oz couldn’t find a response. He swallowed involuntarily. “…Wouldn’t it be marvelous if that were true?” Break smiled significantly, mischievously, as he twirled his swordstick.

.

The girls even give him extras apparently lol, sure Break don't tell Sharon-chan anything ///>_</// "Wouldn’t it be marvelous if that were true?" ffs, this man istg!!

so yeah my idea of tavern came from here, although i wanted to write a standalone oneshot where lottie is an undercover-barmaid and Break goes in by chance and finds her there for the same purpose as himself and chaos ensues on mutual recognition hgjfkhhaha

but since i kept their first meeting as the one that happened in Retrace 37-41, I changed the scene to whatever happens in the fic. i do wanna write a short fic solely on the tavern premise some day lol

lol sorry I am rambling now but yeah, I gotta read the novels after all ig if they have so much of Break's parttime, ahem, activities lmaoo i might get more inspiration for my fics hgjfk

thank you so much anon! ❤ as always it's fun reading your asks and for the little interaction for my ship hehehe!

Have a nice day ahead!! ❤

[b0mblover]

Snowflakes and drugs dont mix (that) well

By: J

(im not even kidding while writing this i got such bad eye pain, i stg lopt is just tormenting me anytime i do anything related to jirou without him in it)

(also this is prob extremely ooc bc im basically describing/romantasiing my own life :,) yes my life sucks dont remind me)

(again, im very muchly not a writer, i was bored and decied to make the probably first jirocrown fic of life 🙂 im genuinely sorry to anyone who reads this shit)

(anon on twt, gfys, and no this isnt supposed to be taken that damn seriously, ik theres an asston of mistakes, but its almost 3 am and i need to sleep!! alr alr u can read it now chill)

-5° (c 23°f) -5° it was cold out, extremely cold. Jirou was walking on a backroad, he didnt know what it was called, even though he had been down it hundreds of times. Around 1 (am) Crown said hed pay him for a drug run, which was rather normal, go on a drug run, hang out with crown, sleep, go home. The only issue was that it took around 30 minutes or so to get there, also normally okay, in the summer. Where he lived, got extremely cold in the winter months, in a “im going to call off of work today because ill get frostbite if i try to go outside” way. This wouldnt be an issue if there was public transport, but of course, the world apparently hated jirou. Jirou was half way there, hands almost shaking because of the temperature, he dealt with the cold ironically well, the reason it didnt bother him as much as normal people was unimportant to him. (reason is because he used to sit on the porch to not hear his parents fight, though it never really worked that well) Maybe it was a fragile ego, maybe he was just broke, but hed never wear gloves, even with the possibility of frostbite taking his hands. He knocked on Crowns door, though he had a key, he felt like he could barely move any joints in his hand to grab them. After a 3 rough minutes, Crown answered the door letting him in. “Ah th thanks, ‘preciate ya getting the shit” Crown handed him  about ¥14000 “This is too much crown” “nah its freezing out plus ive been meaning to pay ya back anyways” “I, if you say so” he was hesitant to take it, but ultimately decided that, crown, a literal serial killer, wouldnt decide to screw him over, at least not like that. 

As normal, they both walked over to the (admittedly dirty) couch, crown, in a pose that was slightly… provocative, jirou sitting normally (as normal as a gay man can). Crown sat a powder on to the table, “uh you gotta card or somethin dude?” jirou handed him a razor blade, “uh vaguely concerned as to why you carry that but thanks either way, uh youre not gonna like use that now though right?” “nnah, dumbass i know what youre doing im staring right at you, why would i hand you something that i was gonna use” “i mean look, you made paintings out of your own blood, for no real reason either! youre not as predictable as you think” “whatever ya say just hurry up” “damn why you say impatient huh?” crown brought his face down to the table after making the powder into a mostly straight line. “Cause i want my share already and you take too long” Crown tossed him the razor blade, jirou aligned the powder into a straighter line than crowns, and snorted it as well. “Yeayea whatever man, the hell should we do any ways, too cold to go out, any ideas?” “sure i have several but the last time we did any of my ideas someone had to be killed cause they were a witness” “ah right, well uh, wanna play uno?” “gonna be real with ya c, the joints in my fingers feel like the are fucking screwed shut at the moment so I’m gonna have to pass” “your joints where what” “*sighs* (bc how do u write a sigh phonetically) fingers too cold, fingers barely move because cold” “oh, what nah lemme feel bro” “fine fine whatever” crown moved his hands onto Jirous, and, of course, they were extremely cold. “Damn dude what the hell, how long where you outside for?” “uh i mean i was smoking when you texted so at least like i dunno 15 minutes more than normal?” “man the hell, cmere” crown had gotten closer and brought Jirou into a hug, granted it didn’t do much, the heating and cooling had been busted for months, crown was surviving on 15 blankets, but it felt nice. Jirou was aware that hugging someone, at least in the position they were in, wouldn’t do much, but he let crown anyways, for a drug addicted serial killer, he always felt at home with Crown, wanted. “Ugh alright alright c i get it okay? i love you too chill” “if i were to chill at the moment id freeze to death jirou” “yea yea i get it kay? I’m gonna go lay down” “right behind ya” Crown followed Jirou into the one bedroom that was there, it was noticeably colder than other rooms such as the living room, but it was much more “lively” or “lived in” plus the mattress on the ground that they insisted on calling a bed with 15 blankets kinda made up for it too. Jirou fell onto the mattress, groaning out a tiny bit before going quite again. Crown sat himself down on the opposite side, pulling two of the blankets off where they were stacked before getting under the one that was already on the bed. Jirou did the same after taking his socks off, he recalled how when this first started, how crown and him would fight about if he should take his jacket off before laying down. back then he’d say it was because he was cold, maybe it was slightly true, or the fact he didn’t want him to see his cuts and scars. After a particularly awful trip Jirou experienced after taking way too much of god knows what and almost having to go to the er, crown was, for lack of a better term in his eyes, well aware, of Jirous life, he broke down to him. After that he was careful with what he said before Jirou called him out for walking on eggshells around him, annoyed that crown was essentially “babying him”, granted unknown if it was on purpose or not. Jirou after laying down, staring at the ceiling, got closer to crown, almost suffocating him with his (fucking gigantic) oversized jacket. Crown moved what he assumed was the hood of the jacket so he could breath and brought Jirou into a tight hug. Jirou accepted, pushing into it instead of pulling away like usual. Crown could feel how cold his skin was, and how warm he felt inwardly.

[myrystixx]

Hello End Roll community, I came with memes

BONUS

[angrelysimpping]

In polyamorous relationship with Eden how high dom! and low dom! Alex will be treating pc? Will they be soft or become more possesive and treat them like a pet similar to Eden? Or maybe they will stand up for pc instead when Eden has his moments like nope you're not putting my partner in a cage you asshole.

I think Alex would have to have a Dominance Stat related to Eden. Then, it depends on both their Dominance towards Eden and you. Also, like, not a very healthy relationship, of course.

Low Dom Alex to Eden in General

Eden could push Alex around. Not to the same extent as PC, but makes Alex do things they normal wouldn't be comfortable with.

High Dom Alex to Eden in General

Alex will fight back against Eden trying to force them to do things they don't want to, both physically and verbally.

Low Dom towards Eden / Low Dom towards You

Let's you both do whatever you want. Eden can pressure Alex into treating you like a pet but they're clearly uncomfortable and falter if you tell them to stop. Chain of command in Alex's mind is Eden > You > Them, so they're more likely to follow Eden's orders.

Low Dom towards Eden / High Dom towards You

Bends to Eden's will most of the time. Gets a little too into helping with punishments. Laps up any praise Eden gives them. Chain of command in Alex's mind is Eden > Them > You.

High Dom towards Eden / Low Dom towards You

Will not do as Eden tells them, often having to physically tussle with the hunter in matters involving you. Thinks of it as very fun, to be honest. Even if pinned under Eden, they're laughing and having a good time (Eden may or may not find this somewhat annoying.) Keeps Eden from pushing you around. Chain of command in Alex's mind is You > Them > Eden

High Dom towards Eden / High Dom towards You

Won't listen to either of you, most of the time. Eden want's to punish you? Nah, they're not putting you in a cage. Alex's pull you over their lap and that'll be punishment enough. You don't want to have sex? Are you sure? They can get a bit rougher, if you want? Of course, if you turn them down again, they go to Eden. Chain of command in Alex's mind is Them > Eden > You.

[seramournn]

HEWWO im working on a theme for this blog !!

[lovetals]

aren’t i so kind?

synopsis: you were offered to teach at another school that came with a higher pay and better perks, but how does the headmage of the nrc react to this?

character: dire crowley

deets: gn reader, yandere, teacher x teacher, well, headmage x teacher is more correct ig, nobody dies or anything but crow man isn’t that subtle with how he feels, probs v ooc crowley

note: is it obvious how new i am to this game lmfaoo. idk shit about this man other than that i think he’s a little pretty and sucks as a headmage like c’mon dude, you even let some kid with self esteem issues get blackmail on you smh 🙄 (jk azul ily plz marry me). crowley is v ooc in this btw since idk much about him, sooo :p hopefully everyone is content with him in this tho <3

i made up a false school for this since everyone in this game hates the rsa with a burning passion so i feel like even y/n here would hate them, or crowley would have a much different reaction if they went to rsa. i came up with the name supreme fairy university (sfu) so pay no attention to it i scrambled 😭

There would always be those days when nobody in class could seem to focus and just act restless in general, yourself included, and the students that tend to cause trouble would up their antics tenfold. Today, you weren’t spared from this, each period acting worse than the last until finally, the final bell of the day rang, excusing everyone from class.

Students were eager to rush back to their dorms and you couldn’t blame them, you’d run back to bed if you could. Instead, you let out a sigh of relief and collapsed into your chair, leaning as far back as you could with your eyes shut. You didn’t bother to close the door of the classroom nor did you care if anyone saw how exhausted you were, it seemed as if your students had noticed it already, anyways.

It was nice to have that moment of alone time. It wasn’t completely silent since you could still students in the hallways, but that was fine, a little background noise wouldn’t kill you. Unfortunately, your alone time would be cut short.

“You should know the classroom is no place to sleep, Mx. (last name).”

A distasteful frown appeared on your face at the familiar voice. Opening your eyes, you caught sight of a pair of glowing yellow eyes that were a little too close than you would’ve liked. Seeing this, the person above you chuckled and closed his eyes, the yellow orbs disappearing.

“No need for that hateful look—I was kind enough to not shake you awake.”

You rolled your eyes and flicked at his masked forehead, making him lean back and let you have enough space to sit up properly.

“Good afternoon to you, too, Crowley.”

Wow. You flicked his forehead and didn’t use honorifics to the headmage? How are you still teaching at this school?!

“What’s with the attitude? You’re normally still smiling every time I drop by here.” Crowley said as he leaned beside you, a hand on the desk and another holding onto the chair behind you. With the pout on his face you weren’t sure if he was serious with his next question or not. “Are you feeling ill? Perhaps a rest in my office will help.”

Ah. That’s why.

It was a little obvious that the crow-man in charge of this school held favoritism towards you what with the way he let you act so casually towards him without repercussions and how’d he dote on you. His attitude remained the same towards everybody, except for you. I mean, would a man that forced a student from another world to be a personal therapist to everyone also offer you to sleep in his working space with no extra cost? Maybe, maybe not, but you try to not dwell on this and choose to remain oblivious. It’s best to not raise questions to a matter you wish to avoid.

With a shake of your head, you refuse his offer. “That’s… kind of you… but I’ll be fine. I think I’m just too exci—anxious to be leaving here.”

Heavy silence followed after you spoke, not even the students out in the hallway could ease up the tension that you mistakenly caused.

Shit, you cursed, biting your lip in worry. Though you could try to avoid Crowley’s fondness for you you couldn’t avoid how he felt about your transfer. He’d always become silent at the mention of you switching to another school to teach, which was a much better reaction than when he first heard the news (you swear you’ve never heard a man shout so loudly and so angrily before). From a professional point of view his dislike made sense. Any boss would be upset to have a member of their staff leave to work with their opponent, but something tells you that Crowley’s issues with this were more personal.

After a way too long moment of silence, he spoke up, “You’re still going there?”

“No matter how many times you ask my answer will remain the same.”

“I see…” he hummed, switching to a regular standing position with a hand beneath his chin in a thinking manner. He soon began to mutter, “I could’ve sworn that worked…”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing! Don’t you worry your pretty little head over it.” His smile returned once more as he gave your ‘pretty little head’ a pat, an action that he was much too eager to do. “But you are leaving us soon, have you finished packing?”

When you shook your head he removed his hand from it and stretched it right in front of you. “Then shall we head off to your room?”

Teachers were given a dorm of their own to reside in while they taught at the school. There was nothing special about it other than the fact that you only had to pay for your food (something Crowley tried to treat you to ‘out of the goodness of his heart’) and any clothes or little trinkets that caught your eye (things that Crowley liked to gift to you). There was no need to pay for living in the dorm itself.

Your room was situated right next to Crowley’s, which was significantly larger than what the teachers had since he was the headmage. You were honestly surprised to be given a spot right next to him, but once you saw how far off you were from the rest of the staff and how big your room was you realized that Crowley’s favoritism was showing again. You were sure that the room you were given was meant to be for whoever was the assistant headmage, a member that seemed to be missing at this school. Though you’d never ask Crowley about the lack of one as you feel he may try to persuade you to take the position.

Speaking of him…

As you quickly packed away any items that were only around for decoration, Crowley was taking his sweet time with helping you pack. Every item he picked up he would reminisce about, retelling you how and when he bought it for you, exaggerating every detail. For stuff that he wasn’t familiar with he still found a way to make some sort of comment, your least favorite being his cold tone when asking who got it for you.

“Crowley, shouldn’t you be working on your own work?” you asked. You were starting to become more antsy the longer the headmage remained in your living space, but it seemed Crowley had pulled a trick out of your book and chose to remain oblivious to your obvious nervousness around him.

“Not to worry, I have cleared out my schedule to help you!”

Grasping for something, you said, “But shouldn’t you be working on getting the prefect of Ramshackle back to their world?”

He let out a solemn sigh, shaking his head lightly with a hand on his forehead. “Ah, unfortunately, I seemed to have hit a block in the road during my research and can’t seem to get past it.” He seemed to quickly perk back up, however, smiling at you with his hand back down. “However! I’ve decided to listen to the advice you give to your students when they’re stuck on something: to take a break!”

“Ah… you remember the advice I give to them… how thoughtful.”

“Besides,” the upbeat tone Crowley once had quickly changed to a more cold one, “they seem so happy here and might even wish to remain here. After all, who’d want to leave?

Ouch.

The dangerous glint in Crowley’s eyes at those words made you gulp and turn around without a sound, the hands holding onto the sides of the box shaking slightly. Not once has Crowley ever taken that tone with you, the only perk of being the object of his affection. You have witnessed him speaking to others like that, but it was much more different to be on the receiving end of it. Thankfully, there was a phone ring that came to the rescue.

Picking up the device off your bed your eyes widened at the name on screen.

Supreme Fairy University.

Why was the school you were transferring to calling you just a week before you would officially be there? Regardless, you needed to answer them. Looking back at the raven-haired man over your shoulder you told him who it was.

Crowley was uncharacteristically quiet as he nodded, eyeing the device in your hand with wide, unblinking eyes. You would’ve questioned this behavior of his if you weren’t so interested in finding out what the call was for. Clearing your throat, you hit ‘accept and lifted it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this (First name) (Last name) from the Night Raven College?”

“Yes, that’s correct. I was recently offered to come teach at your school and am supposed to be arriving within a week. Is everything ok?”

“I see. Well, while we were thrilled to have you join us we, unfortunately, have to recline our previous offer.”

“W-what?”

“You are not going to be teaching at the Supreme Fairy University, Mx. (Last name).”

You couldn’t believe this. A while back, when they first came to you, they expressed heavy interest in having you come work for them, even adding more benefits when you told them you’d think about it. So what was with the sudden change of mind?!

“Thank you for willing to work with us, we hope you have a great rest of the day. Please do not contact us again.”

“W-wait!”

But the person on the other end already hung up, leaving more questions than answers. Who the hell ends a call asking to not contact them? Had you done something wrong??

“(First name)? Is everything alright?”

A hand rested itself on your shoulder, little metal claws digging into it as Crowley turned you around. He let out a gasp that was a little too staged when he caught sight of your face.

“Oh, dear! You’re crying!”

You… were?

A shaky hand to your cheek made you realize that he was right; you were crying. Why? Were you really that excited to be working at the other school? Or…

“Come, come! Sit down, tell me what happened.”

Making space on your bed, Crowley lead you down to the mattress with a hand wrapped around your shoulder while the other was wrapped around your hand, his thumb rubbing over it. Somehow, this made you cry even harder.

Maybe you were just that desperate to get away from him.

Crowley kept shushing you, his cold breath hitting your ear as he brought his head close to yours, the hand once wrapped around your shoulder now caressing your hair.

“Calm down, my dear. I never inten—expected to have this happen. Why don’t you tell Crowley what happened?”

You would’ve. You really would’ve, but with how much you were sobbing and hiccuping you found it hard to.

This just made Crowley bring you closer to him, practically nuzzling your head as his hand intertwined itself between your fingers, the metal tips on his digging into your skin, yet he paid no attention to that, he instead seemed much more focused on being as close to you as possible.

“Don’t worry, take your time. I promise, I will never leave your side so you will never be alone. Aren’t I so kind?”

[terrifiesthem]

so literally all i had to do today for my last day of the semester was show up and turn in my project. that’s it dfshkfjds

[masters-never-die]

I think Mouri isn’t going to come home this time round....