#rollo x yuu

[enderping]

Holding hands 🫶

I love them sm you guys don’t understand

Pls ignore how nothing changes in walking i was lazy and i already spent too much time on this 😭😭

[janahanooo]

Am I desperate to get the Rollo card? Maybe... we'll see how it goes

Rollo: *covers his face with the... the thing. Idk how it's called :(( Edit: before more of you guys call me out, yes I now know it's called handkerchief :)* may I know the reason, why am I here?

Yuu: because, you are our new dorm member!

Grim: I have a bad feeling

Rollo: might I remind you, I do not go to Night Raven College and I do not want to stay here with you, nor with your... companion.

Grim: at least you didn't call me a cat...

Yuu: oh come on! It's gonna be fine! I'm sure horntorn will be trilled to have you acompany us in our late night walks!

Rollo: on the other hand... I do think it would be best for me to stay here with you. I still don't trust that... mage.

Yuu: I know you wanted to say something else, but I'm happy you changed your mind!

Malleus: child of man. What is he doing here?

Yuu: *holding Rollo's hand and leading him outside* hm? OH! Horntorn, let me introduce my newest dorm member to you! Rollo!

Rollo: *grins, squeses Yuu's hand* A pleasure meeting you again, Draconia.

Malleus: child of man... he's dangerous.

Rollo: so are you

Yuu: well, up until now he has been helping me renovate the rooms and the hall. Grim also likes him, so I see no problem.

Malleus: Yuu, could you come here for a second?

Yuu: sure? Umf!

Malleus: *hugs them, grins at Rollo*

Rollo: *smiles* well, this will be an intressting year.

Grim: *looking over them from the window* I'm still the favourite tho

[cheesus-doodles]

Letters

Yandere Rollo

Masterlist | TWST Masterlist

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i like my repressed christian boys a lot if yall can't tell ;-;, couldn't pass up on this....tr will be back on schedule next!

Rollo Flamme never imagined himself as simply ordinary. He had always been destined to be extraordinary, committed and focused, willing to put in the work to achieve perfection. Yes, there was no doubt that there were ways to go to meet his goals, seeing as his fire lily plan went up in flames on first contact with that wretched Malleus Draconia and his Night Raven buddies despite his months of meticulous planning and careful scheming.

Yet here he was, walking at a speed Rollo hoped didn’t divulge how fast his heart was pounding away, your letter carefully tucked away deep within his robes, pressed right up against his chest. Green eyes concentrated on nothing but his next step, his poker-face and overall reputation as the Student Council President a god-sent for keeping unwanted attention away as he cut a path through the school towards his room, hands clasped in front of him as they always were. 

Outside the gates of Noble Bell College, Fleur City was as lively as ever, the hustle and bustle of a city coming back to life under the gentle evening sun echoed throughout the conversely silent campus as people enjoyed busking in the remaining sunlight after a long day of work. It was an exceptionally cool day too, the white-haired boy noted to himself, the breeze sweeping down the hallways and bursting forth into the open air strong enough to lift the ends of his robes.

A respectful mumble of “Rollo-kaicho” rose from the scatter of students milling around as he walked past, though nothing that a returned nod of acknowledgement couldn’t settle.

The peacefulness that blanketed the stately campus as the sun sank further and further down the horizon reminded him much of the night of the Young Mage’s Social ball, and more so, you. Rollo could recall that particular evening with perfect clarity, the sights and sounds replaying again in his head as the purple-clad mage made his way indoors, the old wooden door swinging shut behind him with nay a creak, shutting out both the wind and the sounds of the city.

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His own footsteps were the only sound ringing across otherwise empty corridors as the boy turned the situation he had found himself unexpectedly stuck in over and over again in his mind. It had never been his intention to fall over his own set trap, yet how was it he did so anyway despite all his wariness and discipline?

This had all begun as a plot for revenge right after he had been bested, by villains no less. It would be hard for Rollo to even admit that he had come to terms with the beating he received several months ago, let alone the night after it happened, and his next plot had already begun to hatch the moment you swept into view dressed in your masquerade costume, accompanied by none other than Malleus himself. From everything he witnessed, it was clear that the Draconia housewarden cared greatly for you, and dare he guess, maybe even had some unexpressed feelings for you. 

Not that he hadn’t noticed you before that night, but it was certainly the first time that he had come to realize just how central a place you held among the Night Raven College students, and how crucial a card you would be in his next plan to wipe that smug smirk off of that wretched fae prince’s face.

The night of the Young Mages’ Social ball had been surprisingly ordinary, given what had just happened. He had been exhausted and dead on his feet, even if he showed no sign of it outwardly; the orderliness of the hall that he painstakingly cleaned after the last fire lotus had withered was a welcomed sight. Alas there was no time for sleep, not that it would matter given his already heavy eyebags. But despite his state, you had instantly caught his eye at the start of the ball, quietly huddled towards the back of the Night Raven group, trying your best to look anywhere but at him or at the rest of the crowd as you and your friends were singled out as the saviors of Fleur City. And it was obvious that you were feeling even more out-of-place as the dance began in earnest, though whether it was from the crowds or just general awkwardness, Rollo could not say.

Taking his leave from the merrymaking, the white-haired Council President could find no surprise within him when he found you sitting alone later outside of the hall, enjoying the peace and quiet that had fallen over the city with the arrival of night, looking up at the blanket of stars, a glass of what looked like juice in your hand.

“May I join you?”

You had jumped at his words, though you did settle quickly upon realizing it was just him for reasons unbeknownst to Rollo. “By all means,” you replied, waving him down to join you. After all, he did just try to essentially kill your friends and all mages in general. Perhaps you knew something he didn’t, the purple-clad student mused to himself, subtly watching you from the corner of his pale green eyes. Or perhaps you were just presumptuous, given you hadn’t been affected as badly as the rest.

The dark sky was clear of clouds, the dark of space dotted with twinkles as far as the eye could see, the moon hanging alone amidst the barren sky; an alluring sight for weary souls - and judging from how discreetly you had excused yourself from the social, you definitely were tired. 

A pause as Rollo took a seat a respectful distance from you. “Too much?”

You nodded. “Too much.”

Whatever it was, you seemingly held no ill will towards Rollo, simply accepting his quiet company. And so the two of you sat in comfortable silence as the young mages danced and laughed the night away just a stone’s throw away. The minutes melted into hours as the world continued to turn, though the calmness of the reality around him was a far cry from the turmoil of thoughts within his head. 

When the night started to grow old and the cacophony of noises began to die down, it was as if an unheard bell had gone off, and you reluctantly stood, empty glass now in hand - your friends were bound to come looking for you should they notice you were missing. And with you leaving soon and that night being the last one you were spending at Noble Bell College, it was finally time to launch the first phase of his plan.

”I would like to write to you,” Rollo started, immediately cringing internally as the words left his lips, but there was no going back now. “If it is alright with you.”

He held his breath as you considered his request, your head cocking to the side as you contemplated. “Sure, why not?” You shrugged, shooting him a light smile, your hair gleaming in the waning moonlight. “Goodnight, Rollo.”

Exhale. And that was that.

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But now here he was, Rollo mused, eagerly anticipating the opportunity to read your letter alone. Has his plan gone astray? He shook his head, attempting to clear his thoughts of you, just till he could be alone. For all his routine and self-discipline, you were the one temptation he couldn’t seem to get squash down.

Coming to a pause at the fork in the hallway, the Noble Bell Council President paused. The last thing he wanted was to be interrupted tonight in the midst of his much-needed analysis of your letter, so against the burning desires of his heart and the weight of your letter heavy in his robes, he forced himself to take a detour, his feet carrying him down sparse corridors towards the councilrooms. It was easy to spot his Vice President still hard at work amidst the otherwise empty room, scouring through a stack of papers at his desk, head down and pen scribbling away.

A quiet clearing of his throat was enough to get the attention of the occupant inside. “Rollo-kaicho!” Said student rocketed up from his seat, hurriedly adjusting his slipping striped cap. “What brings you here at this time of day?”

“I wanted to check in before I retired for the day,” replied the white-haired boy, giving a courteous glance to the rest of the unoccupied desks before returning his gaze to the other. “Is there anything I should know about?”

The Noble Bell Vice President stuttered for a moment, lost for words and wrecking his tired brain in an attempt to find what to say. “I-uh-“

Pulling out his celestial-patterned handkerchief, his movement just barely managed to cover the disgusted look that fell over his expression, eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowing as the stench of magic overwhelmed his senses, though Rollo still managed to keep his tone neutral. Even if he was the one to initiate contact, that hardly made a difference with his nausea. “It’s fine,” the magic-adverse mage managed to grit out without a hint of distaste, his tone as neutral as it always has been. “Please have the points ready for me tomorrow morning.”

“Of course, Rollo-kaicho. I apologize again.”

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Finally being able to lock his room door behind him brought a relief much like cold water over hot iron, ending the depraved pulsing in his mind that the mere presence of the envelope in his robes against his chest brought on with every passing second. Tossing the heinous paper carelessly onto his well-worn table top, Rollo instead hurriedly picked it back up again, pale green eyes scanning for any further damage he had caused, though fortunately there was none to be found.

Letting out a sigh of relief, the white-haired boy settled into his chair. Now, to satisfy both his curiosity and anticipation.

Trembling fingers carefully peeled open the envelope, revealing a slightly yellowed, unevenly folded paper much to Rollo’s chagrin - he would have much preferred if you used a perfect white piece of paper, quality stationery instead of this random piece you must have had left over from your homework, and if you had folded it the same way he did all this time. But he supposed he couldn’t expect that high a standard from you, given the riff-raff of mages you found yourself in the company of. As he gently freed your letter from its paper enclosure, his sensitive nose caught a whiff of a familiar scent, the smell probably having lingered on from when you first mailed it out.

The light fragrance of your favorite shampoo, Rollo deduced, bringing the paper up to his nose. He recognized it, no matter how faint it was. You must have just finished showering when you wrote and sealed the letter if the aroma still endured. A breath of fresh air amidst the rank odor of magic and mages.

And then he began to read.

Dear Rollo, the letter began as it always did, those two words enough to have his heart skip a beat like nothing else could. But this time, the next few that followed were even better. Your letter came late, and it was sorely missed.

Line by line, you spelled out your daily ongoings, your interactions with your fellow schoolmates, your inner thoughts. Rambling about anything and everything that came to mind, thoughts spilling out without filter straight onto paper. About how Grimm (that filthy magic cat) nearly failed his test again and about how Deuce and Ace got into their latest spat of trouble with their housewarden Riddle. About how Jack and Epel were like to work with on your history project, and how you felt about one of your lunches being stolen by Leona.

Just like that, the minutes slipped through his finger, and with a pang in his heart, Rollo came to the end of your letter.

He placed the paper down on the paper, taking a breath.

How was it that he could feel so attached to another person through a simple piece of paper? How did you ensnare him so effortlessly, bypassing his hard-fought discipline as if it didn’t exist? Did all this mean that his revenge plot against Malleus had already gone awry?

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The night was cool and quiet, the moonlight that shone through his stained glass windows bringing the Noble Bell Council President back to that fateful night. A light gust of wind seeped in through a small crack, creaking the old wooden panels in the floor as it blew through his room. 

Your writing had improved, Rollo noted, as per his guidance in his previous letter. You were using a ruler to ensure straight lines, and your handwriting had neaten greatly; a far cry from your first reply to him, the memory of those scrawling letters that ran up and done and every-which way except straight across the paper still causing shivers to run down his spine. That was bad.

Carefully and painstakingly refolding the paper, Rollo stood, returning it to its envelope before moving to stow the letter within his secret compartment above the fireplace, with previous letters neatly arranged upright according to date received. His fingers lightly brushed past all your correspondence with him, his chest fluttering at your willingness to speak with him, his mind already churning with how and what he should reply to you. Would you be interested in perhaps coming back to Noble Bell? Maybe he should visit Night Raven College? Even if that blasted Draconia was there, it would be worth it just to have some private, personal time with you, the white-haired mage calculated, his hand tapping an unknown rhythm across his desk that he now leaned against.

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There was no point in denying his obsession with you, not at this point - it had been awhile since you started to occupy his every waking moment and thoughts, and being as organized and detailed as Rollo was, he could pinpoint the exact moment when he began to spiral. Sure, his first letter had been full of nothings, meaningless pleasantries and stories that he polished to perfection over the course of a night of restlessness. But what he got back was your heart on your sleeve, your mind like an open book for him to pick apart and examine.

As things turned out, the more he picked, the more he found. Questions he sent always came back answered, with you evidently letting slip more than you intended to originally say, sometimes directly and sometimes when he read between the lines. 

A single line in your third reply to him was all it took to begin his unending slide. 

You were from a different world.

The more he sat on it, turning it around and round in his mind, the more his chest grew warm, and you began his center of focus. Even the mere passing pondering of what you were doing now was enough to grip Rollo’s entire being, to have his heart rate increase and his thoughts to jumble. After all, in this foul, tainted world, there could be no purer person than someone who came from a place where no magic exists.

You were perfection embodied. 

In a twist of fate, you turned out to be pure, a shining beacon amidst the foul-smelling heathens. A gift from the heavens, a blessings from the divine meant for none other than him, that no one could properly appreciate except for him. Sure you weren’t the most orderly, and you did have your moments where you were occasionally wowed by magic, especially the inhuman feats from that wretched Malleus Draconia, but you remained untainted despite your constant proximity to the taint of magic that surrounded and cloaked you as if a heavy fog. Never indicated anything more than a passing interest in the magic that your companions wielded and an admiration that Rollo was sure he could rid you off. All you needed was time away from those mages, spent instead in his company.

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Stepping away from his desk and moving now towards his personal bathroom, Rollo came to the answer he had been looking for as the boy moved to undress himself for a nighttime shower. It had been in front of him all this time.

The answer was no. 

No, he hadn’t forsaken his plan to wield you against Malleus; sure the exact details had changed as the months went by, but everything he did was as he had schemed. Just that now, you didn’t have to be a means to an end, you didn’t need to be just another casualty wrecked up amidst his crusade against the villains. Stealing you away from the fae prince would be one of the largest blows he could deal with to that condescending prick, the beginning of his downfall - the excitement tingling at Rollo’s arms as he imagined the crestfallen expression that would twist Draconia’s face, the streak-free bathroom mirror reflecting the pale green eyes that lighted up in callous pleasure.

It would be glorious.

But for now, Rollo determined, schooling his face back into its usual neutral look as he turned to step into the shower room, what he needed to concentrate on was his next letter to you.

[kartoplyaclown]

[increasinglygeeky]

My Yuu character and the TWST Boys relationships with her boobs (yes, I'm serious) (part 3) (part 2) (part 1)

Jade⛰️:

Chen'ya😻 (matching each other's freak):

Neige🍏:

Rollo 🔥 (someone did it for me):https://youtu.be/ukE5g0ChQXM?si=LtGNExgDFVVTTLfP

[robo-milky]

I unfortunately had to decorate his specifically to cover up a blunder 😔

I finally found the missing link… the one who can bring out Cloche’ tsundere 💀 (Am I admitting defeat? Yes… Waving the white flag as we speak- dammit r*llo). (Rook -> Yandere, Epel -> Kuudere)

[Charm Pic]

Revel in my decor skills! Making masterpieces against my will all for what /j

Bless the IOS function to turn things into PNGs ^^

[jijijig]

Sorry about grammatical errors I don’t have enough energy to check them

[witch-among-stars]

[the-fridge-orange]

[randomhealer]

A simple Rollo x reader

Gender neutral reader, no warnings

Rollo flamme is (a fucking walking red flag) lovely with you...Secretly of course...

During the whole tour he always kept an eye on you, how your cute curious eyes looked at him and at the places...Oh yes, such a pure little thing in the midst of filthy and stained people, that's what he always thought when he looked at you when he met you for the first time, even after time he still thinks the same thing about you, a pure and holy little thing in the midst of dirty sin...

Now let's get to the cute part before this gets creepy...Rollo is like a creepy idiot in love for you...He thinks he knows very well how to hide his crush on you by scoffing or wrinkling his nose every time someone asks him about it...

But everyone sees...everyone sees how he blushes and chokes every time you hug him from behind with that innocent, playful glow, Everyone sees how he complains but doesn't ask you to move away while he hides his flushed face in his handkerchief...Everyone sees how he looks at you with a ghostly smile on his expressionless face or how he can't stop looking at you, Everyone sees how he lets you touch him and how he gently touches you as if you were made of glass...And every time someone questions him about it he just scoffs lightly.

And when he finally has some free time and no one is around, he sighs and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him while burying his head in your hair...You don't know how much he loves your smell... Why can't he hold you in his arms forever? Delivering you from the dirty sin of this world... worshiping you as the innocent deity that you are...

[schoenht]

CONGRATS ON 1K YOU DESERVE IT!!!!!! as for the smau event, is it okay if i request lilia and rollo seeing that mc is online when it's really late and them trying to get them go to sleep? I HOPE THAT MAKES SENSE SJSKSKSKSK and yes i'm predictable. i'll need these when i go back to uni.

↝ online 🟢

characters: lilia vanrouge, rollo flamme

note: AHHHHH hi lina <3 !!! thank you for requesting, this did make sense and i hope you enjoy !! i love writing it tbh JDKAJJD but so real. me on monday fr.

event still open!

[svaints]

[janahanooo]

Malleus: Flamme...

Rollo: Draconia...

Yuu:

Yuu: LILIA! THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING AGAIN!

Lilia: I'm standing right next to you-

Yuu: then do something?! I don't want the world to be burned down by them again...

Lilia: .........okay

Lilia: *lifts Yuu up*

Yuu: huh-?

Lilia: *runs away with Yuu in his arms* *aka kidnapes them*

Yuu: I didn't mean it like this- OH would you look at that, they stopped!

Malleus and Rollo: *running after them* *each prepairing spels to hunt Lilia down*

Yuu: ....maybe you should put me down...

Lilia: *still running* *looks back* Nah

[michelletsw]

requests you say? 😏 since the masquerade event is put, I haven’t been able to get this idea out of my head. where MC purposefully shows off skin and teases rollo until he basically breaks and they both get dragged into a room where rollo takes out all his pent up sexual frustration on MC. (I want to corrupt this man so bad 😭)

I'm ganna to with a fem mc for this but if you wanted mask dm me and I'll make another one for you.

Nsfw and 18+ below the cut she/her pronouns used pr♡n no plot

Walking around the school, going to classes, going to meetings. Everytime rollo saw you something was shown off. Sometimes it was a short skirt or maybe a low cut top. During breakfast you showed up with a backless sleep shirt and shorts that where so low cut your pantie line showed.. it drove him Insane. Seeing you show off your skin so much shamelessly it frustrated him to no end but what irritated him more was his attraction for it..

The final straw was at the masquerade dance. You showed up wearing a black strapless dress with high slits on both sides showing off your legs. When everyone was dancing and distracted he grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the ball room. "My office now" His voice is strict and firm but you see hunger in his eyes.

He closes his door and locks it, you take a seat in one of the chair crossing your legs and looking up at him with a braty smile. "Whats wrong rollo you seem frustrated" you put emphasis on the word frustrated knowing what your doing, wanting a reaction out of him.

He clicks his tounge in annoyance grabing your face his fingers slightly squishing your cheeks from his hold, there's a sneer on his face "you walk around with no shame maybe I should give you some." His voice is thick with obsession and malice. He kiss you deep right away biting at your lips his hand grabs your waist making you stand up, he pushes you on to his desk a few papers and pens falling off onto the ground. He stands between your thighs his left hand on your waist holding it tightly, his right dangerously close to your throat but still holding your face.

He nips at your lip and his tounge slips into your mouth tangling with yours he let's your hands wonder and take off the outer layer of his clothing leaving him in his white button up and black jeans. His hand slides down your waist to your hip.

He parts the kiss letting go of your chin both his hands on your hips, before you can say anything he pulls your hips forward making you fall back on the desk he moves the dress to the side lifting your legs up. staring down at you like a starved man his fingers linger on your thighs running up your inner thighs he leans down his chest pressed against yours. His head is in the crook of your neck, you can feel his warm breath against your skin as he kisses your neck bitting down on. Rollo grinds up against you, your slick soaking through your panties "be a good girl and stay still" he whispers in your ear reaching down and tracing around your panties with his fingers making a shiver go up your spine, his hand snakes down under them and you feel his thumb press against your clit making you moan out in pleasure, he slips two fingers inside you at a painfully slow pace. He kisses your neck nipping at it while continuing his pace, his free hand goes down and undoes his pants. You feel a knot forming in your gut as you get close to climaxing, he removes his fingers denying you your release, You whine at the lack of friction but it's quickly replaced by rollo bottoming out inside you easily. He chokes back a groan while ramming into you, he grabs under your knee and pins your legs up the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust he presses himself against you bitting at your ear "showing yourself off- like that every day" his breath hitches mid sentence. You feel the knot in you gut again forming fast you whimper out his name cumming around his dick he laughing mockingly at you continuing his brutal pace tears forming in your eyes from the overstimulation your face growing red and your voice getting louder his trusted getting sloppy as he gets closer to climaxing.

Walking down the hallway with your thighs pressed together trying to make it to your room without someone seeing you in such a messy state you did your best to fix your hair but your face was still red and teary. You could feel rollos cum dripping out of you with every step and down your inner thighs you could feel someone of it at your knee, your panties long gone because rollo took them at some point during sex. Maybe you'll start dressing less provocative on purpose but probably not.

[kartoplyaclown]

Malleus or Rollo🤔🤔🤔

[the-ramshackle-prefect]

im coming out as a rollo enjoyer, I hope you all accept me and continue to support me in these trying times.

in honor of glomas finally being on the eng server, have this little drawing of the eye bags gang <3 unfortunately for idia, being friends with alex means listening to his trash taste in men 24/7.