#silver x reader

[box-artist]

I really like Silver's new card

I CANT DRAW REALISTIC HORSES ONLY MY LITTLE PONY HORSES PLS The og file is too big so i gotta reduce it to a low quality one..

he looks so pretty hehehe

[toffee4you]

Thinking about alternative endings to those tropes where the mc's confession gets completely lost. As in a scenario like,

MC and Silver are riding on Samson at a fast pace, so wind is blowing by their ears and the sound of hooves is fairly loud.

It can be generic; MC begins to say their confession, then suddenly changes it—or maybe they do say the confession, but it gets lost over the sound, so they begin blushing like a maiden and refusing to repeat themselves. More canonically, Silver falls asleep when they say it...

...but instead of having to wait for ages until the next confession, Samson, who's hearing this bullshit, comes to a COMPLETE stop. A complete, awkwardly abrupt stop. There is no excuse now. The fairytale mood is gone, but you're obligated to say it.

Samson is heavily judging you and you know it. He would be such a good matchmaker if he vibed with MC... If not? Complete homewrecker.

[amourluvie]

❤︎ ໋𓈒 feeling very soft today totally not because of my beloved riddle's bday so here are some fluffy thoughts my brain brewed up about our favourite cuties . ++ ortho's part is completely platonic.

imagine brushing LEONA'S hair and then braiding it―or kissing his scarred eye softly.

caressing SILVER'S face while he sleeps in your lap―then gently playing with his pearlescent locks which appear almost translucent in the warm embrace of the sunlight.

humming IDIA'S favourite songs ― whether they are premo's or the ost of his favourite anime ― waiting for him to guess where it's from orr recreating sugary sweet moments (from the shoujo animes he has watched with you) with him ― which always leaves him in a flustered , blushing mess.

going on icecream dates with MALLEUS ― although most of the times his icecream melts because he was too enraptured talking to you.

baking RIDDLE'S pastries ― or just cooking for him in general. it's such a small act of love to most people but to him it's something. something precious like gold and warm like a hug.

if there's anything that SEBEK absolutely cherishes but won't admit out loud ― it's you praising him. your praises are life to him.

LILIA has lived for centuries, has seen lives bloom and wither and of course was also there to witness the world change. But he's still not used to being taken care for ― he has took care of particularly everyone he deemed precious ― so every time you offer to cook for him ( because obviously . . his cooking is not for everyone's tastebuds atleast ) he will immediately get startled and reject the offer , but after some persuading ― he will agree. Or massaging his muscles which were littered with scars ― an painful reminder of his general days.

VIL loves doing your makeup or skincare ― he already has brought all the products that are perfect for your skin type aswell as the cosmetics that will make you look even more prettier than you already are. also will adore shopping trips ( not to mention he gives alot of tips on fashion and beauty in general. )

sleepovers with ACE & DEUCE are always chaotic and fun ― playful bickering , snacks , (sometimes) actually good movies and just genuine laughter echoing throughout the room. while poor grim complains about the noise you guys are making ― making it difficult for him to nap ― the beast's pleas were not heeded.

doing popular trends on magicam with CATER.

being overall domestic with TREY ― from baking with him to just . . being with him he doesn't care he just loves being close to you and trying out things with you.

being the muse & lover of ROOK isn't easy especially when he's constantly kissing the ground you have graced your feet with or just complimenting in the most poetic way possible.

EPEL tries his best to appear "manly and cool" infront of you but instantly fails the moment you compliment him ― his cheeks and ears heating up ― eyes not meeting your adoring gaze due to being flustered.

KALIM will spoil you like the world is ending itself. don't be suprised if you found over 10 boxes of the snacks you had previously mentioned liking to him. god forbid you told him you wanted a pet. the literal human embodiment of sunshine that goes by the name kalim al asim literally is gonna gift you a tiger.

JAMIL expresses his love for you throughout his constant fussing about your overall health ― his cooking too ( which tastes utterly heavenly. ) he makes sure your always well fed and taken care for aslong as he is alive.

hyenas are known to be extremely affectionate and RUGGIE is no exception by any means if he is not busy he is constantly holding your hand,hugging you, nuzzling your neck etc. he just can't help it! he loves you more than anything could describe.

gym dates with JACK are very frequent ― and one of jack's two favourite things combined ― you and working out!.

complimenting AZUL always makes him feel like he's gonna explode due to how happy he is on the outside.

if you said you hated FLOYD'S bone ― crushing hugs and mischievous , playful antics you will definitely be lying. or the way you immediately perk up whenever you hear "shrimpyy~" in the distance.

JADE is known to be scary ― which is indeed true he can be a bit unnerving at times, but they also haven't seen the soft side of him that's only shown to the people that he trusts the most ― which includes you ofcourse. They haven't seen the enthusiastic jade that rambles about the many different species of mushrooms to you for hours without stopping. also going on hiking trips with him is comfort mixed with chaos in a way.

I don't know if robots like ORTHO can do this but singing him a lullaby . it's uncertain if he will actually fall asleep or not but he will love it either way.

[whitecompri]

Fluffy Triple S + Scourge when they propose to their future wife? (Preferably mobian reader)

Proposal From Your Hedgie

Pairing: Sonic x Mobian!Reader; Shadow x Mobian!Reader; Silver x Mobian!Reader; Scourge x Mobian!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: None

A/N: Thanks for the request! I fell in love with each story as I wrote them, I think they turned out really cute, I hope you like them too! By the way, I've never done this with any of my fics, but I think it fits this one really well. So, I'll recommend a song to listen to while reading it if you want to: Stromae Pomme - ma meilleure ennemie

Sonic

The sky was orange with the last rays of the day, the gentle breeze making the grass rustle. You stopped your path for a second, resting your hands on your knees while panting, trying to catch your breath, all because you had tried to keep up with just a bit of the blue hedgehog’s walk.

A little further ahead, the hedgehog stopped on his path, ears flicking back, raising a brow as he saw your tired state without even having reached the place he wanted yet.

Rushing back, he stopped in front of you, holding your hands.

“Hey, you can’t get tired yet, we haven’t even reached the destination...” He opened a gentle smile.

“Easy for you to say... even walking, you’re still fast...” You laughed softly, shaking your head.

“Well, I can slow down for you, babe, as long as you come with me... I promise we’re close to the place, it’s right on top of the hill...” He gave your hands a gentle tug.

“Will it be worth it?” Your fingers intertwined with his, letting the hedgehog guide you.

“Every drop of sweat you lost keeping up with me...” He opened a cocky grin, winking at you.

And now, with Sonic keeping a more acceptable pace, in just a few minutes you both reached the destination.

As soon as you arrived, your eyes immediately widened at the sight. The view from the top of the hill with the sunset was breathtaking. The horizon landscape stole your breath away.

While you focused on the scenery, you felt an arm wrap around your waist as you were gently pulled by the hedgehog to lean closer against his body.

“So? What do you think?” He asked, resting his chin on your head. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” He smiled sweetly, enjoying the moment with you.

“Yeah... you were right... It was worth it...” You laughed softly, placing your hand over his on your waist.

Sonic sighed happily, feeling his heart warm with affection for you. For a few seconds, he remained silent, thoughtful. After all, there was something he had been wanting to ask you for some time now, but he never found the perfect moment.

But now he felt it, he was sure this was the time. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for what he was about to do. It wasn’t common for the blue hedgehog to get nervous. But when it came to something this important, he just couldn’t control himself.

Slowly releasing your waist, he discreetly reached for the small purple velvet box he had been hiding with him for weeks. Sonic kept one hand behind his back, taking a few steps to stand in front of you, a small grin tugging at his muzzle, his eyes half-lidded.

His free hand held yours, lifting it slightly as his thumb caressed the back of it.

You looked at him curiously, trying to understand the sudden change and the reason for that intense gaze on you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly, your tone almost husky.

Sonic just shook his head, still keeping the little grin on his face.

“Nothing... maybe it’s this sunset, but you’re more stunning than ever...” He said, leaning closer, lifting your hand to his muzzle, kissing the back of it softly.

“You always pick the right moments to flirt with me, don’t you?” You laughed softly at his behavior.

“I know the moments you’ll enjoy a flirt the most...” He chuckled hoarsely against the back of your hand, his green eyes still intensely locked on yours.

“Well... I’m enjoying it, you do know how to be romantic when you want...”

“Heh, for you, I could be the most romantic hedgehog in Mobius...” He pulled his face away from your hand, but didn’t let go, still holding it firmly.

To your surprise, making your eyes widen, the hedgehog suddenly took half a step back, kneeling with his right leg on the ground, gently holding your palm.

Your heart raced at the scene, unable to believe your own eyes, but his expression, so loving and full of sincerity, made your heart nearly melt and your legs weak.

“You know, I was never the one to stay still... always running around, always following the wind. But every time I think of the future, of freedom, of living life the way I love... you’re always there, with me...” The hedgehog spoke softly, almost a husky whisper, filled with emotion. Your own hand quickly covered your mouth as you fought not to get too emotional at the moment.

“Sonic...” You whispered.

“So...” He finally revealed what he had been hiding behind his back, bringing the box forward, momentarily letting go of your hand to open the purple velvet box, revealing a beautiful golden ring with a generous diamond set in it. “Want to stay with me for the rest of our lives?” He finally asked, opening a genuine smile.

You felt your eyes tear up with emotion, probably the combination of the setting making it all the more special, and seeing Sonic there now, smiling and offering you his heart, it was impossible to hold back the tears.

“Sonic... of course... Yes, yes!” You quickly knelt down with him, wrapping him in a tight hug, making him gasp in surprise, but soon letting out a husky little laugh.

You hid your muzzle against his neck, clinging to his fur, while you felt him embrace you too and softly caress your back.

“...You made me the happiest hedgehog in the world today, you know that?” Turning his face a little, he pressed his muzzle against yours, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

When you pulled away from the kiss, your face was completely flushed, but radiated happiness. Sonic let out a nasal laugh, once again holding your hand, picking up the ring, sliding it easily onto your finger.

He paused for a few seconds, admiring how your hand looked with the ring, realizing you were finally his fiancée.

“My fiancée...” He tested the words in his mouth. “I like that title...” He opened a cheeky grin at you.

“Don’t get too attached... soon it’ll be your wife...” You returned the smile, watching him chuckle softly.

Unexpectedly, he wrapped his arms around your waist, standing up and lifting you with him, keeping you in his arms. Your hands rested on his shoulders for support, enjoying the way he held you, always with so much care.

“How about a run through the valley? I know a hidden waterfall where we can celebrate...” He looked at you with a mischievous expression.

“Only if you carry me with you... I won’t be able to keep up with your pace...” Your hand rested on his cheek, making him lean into your touch.

“I’d carry you to the other side of the world if I had to...” Turning his face, he gave your palm a soft kiss, then adjusted you better in his arms, placing one arm under your knees and one at your back, keeping you safe against his chest.

In the blink of an eye, he dashed down the valley, carrying you with him into your new life together.

Shadow

The distant sounds of the bustling city filled that night, the starry sky and the full moon above the apartment balcony making the cold night rather pleasant.

Sighing happily, you relaxed more, resting your arms on the small table you were sitting at, your eyes enjoying the view of the lights below.

Some slow steps approached you, making you look to the side and open a wide smile at the sight of the black hedgehog, carrying two mugs in his hands.

He carefully placed one of the mugs in front of you, the pleasant smell of fresh coffee filling your nose, then pulled the chair in front of you, sitting down and bringing his mug to his lips, taking a sip of the strong coffee.

“The night is really beautiful today, thank you for inviting me...” You said softly. Shadow nodded slightly at your words, placing his mug back on the table.

“...I just wanted to do something you’d enjoy...” Shadow replied hoarsely, his red eyes staring at you intensely.

“Bullseye... I love moments like this, just the two of us...” You placed your elbow on the table, resting your face in your hand.

“...You’re one of the few I allow to keep me company.” He admitted quietly, crossing his arms.

“I know that, and I’m happy... I’m happy you accepted me into your life...” You gave him a gentle smile, making him freeze for a few moments, staring at you intently.

You took a sip of the delicious coffee he prepared so well, then slowly got up from the chair, walking to the balcony doorframe, leaning there to observe the night horizon.

Shadow stayed in his place for a few seconds, just watching you from there, until he himself stood up, walking slowly until he stopped by your side.

Carefully, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest, your muzzle resting softly against his fluffy white fur. You sighed happily, placing a hand over his.

Looking up a little, you managed to see the hedgehog’s face, focused, concentrated as his eyes wandered over the view of the illuminated city below, the cold night breeze swaying his quills in a way that made him look even more handsome in that moonlight.

Leaning closer to him, you raised an eyebrow as you noticed something. His heart seemed to be racing, and his body was much more tense than usual, almost as if he were nervous inside.

“Are you okay?...” you decided to quietly ask.

“Of course... I’m just... thinking...” he replied, without taking his eyes off the horizon.

Then, suddenly, he let go of your waist, turning his whole body toward you. You looked at him curiously, seeing the softened look in his eyes.

Then, his hand rested on your cheek, and in a rare moment, he gave you a small smile, making your heart race at the unusual sight.

To your shock, Shadow suddenly kneeled down on one knee, never breaking eye contact. Your breath hitched for a moment as you froze in place, watching him slowly reveal a red velvet box, his softened gaze still fixed on you.

It was clear that he had probably been planning this for a long time. He always liked everything to be perfect. And that moment was nothing less than perfect.

“You’ve been the only one who’s made this life... worth living lately...” He slowly opened the little box, revealing a golden ring with a greenish gem set in it.

“Oh, Shadow...” You broke into a wide smile, watching how sweet he was being at that moment.

“I don’t ever want to walk my path without you by my side... Will you marry me?”

You couldn’t hold it in, a silent tear of joy slid from your eyes.

“...Yes, yes! I’ll marry you!” you said excitedly, watching the hedgehog rise to his feet again, removing the ring from the box. He gently took your hand, carefully sliding the ring onto your finger, his red eyes gleaming as he admired how well the jewel fit you.

His eyes shifted back to yours, seeing the expression of emotion you carried. He let out a low, husky chuckle, cupping your cheek with his hand, softly pulling you closer until finally your muzzles touched and he captured your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, heavy with intent.

His other hand gripped your waist, pulling you against him. Then he broke the kiss, nestling his face into the curve of your neck.

“Thank you...” the hedgehog whispered. “For being part of my life...” he added, clutching at your clothes and fur, holding onto you as if never to let you go.

“I should be the one thanking you... for making me the luckiest girl in the world...” you whispered with a smile, running your fingers through his long quills, noticing how he shivered at your touch and clung even tighter to you.

That night would be for both of you the doorway into a new life, one you knew you would never regret.

Silver

You could hear the chirping of nearby birds, as well as the rustle of leaves when the soft breeze passed through them. The gentle scent of nature filled your nose, and you had a small smile on your face as you allowed yourself to be guided.

One of his hands covered your eyes, preventing you from seeing what he had planned. The hedgehog’s free hand carefully held your lower back, making you slowly follow his pace.

“Are we there yet?” you asked curiously.

“Almost... it’s right ahead!” Silver said excitedly, a wide smile spreading across his muzzle.

“Alright... I trust you.” You giggled softly, holding his arm gently for balance as you walked without being able to see what was coming.

Suddenly, after a few more minutes of walking, Silver stopped abruptly, sighing happily.

“Well... we’re here...” he whispered near your ear, slowly moving his hand away from your eyes, letting you see for yourself.

You blinked once, twice, your vision adjusting to the brightness again. Then your eyes widened at the sight before you.

It was an enormous field of flowers, of every type and color, a natural and untouched landscape that reflected the beauty of nature Silver loved so much.

“Silver... this is...” you began, unable to find words to describe how perfect the place was.

“Beautiful, right?” he said proudly, placing his hands on his hips, his golden eyes scanning the whole scene.

You chuckled softly, turning to him.

“It’s much more than beautiful... you can be sure of that, and I loved it...” Smiling sweetly at the hedgehog, you saw his cheeks blush almost instantly beneath his fur.

“I-I’m glad you loved it... I wanted to find a nice place for us to come...” Taking a step closer to you, the hedgehog stroked your cheek, holding your chin. “You deserve only the best...” Smiling warmly, Silver leaned down a little, kissing your forehead tenderly.

You took a deep breath, letting the soft, pleasant fragrance of the surrounding flowers fill your lungs.

“...Every day you find a new way to win me over, don’t you?” You laughed, placing a hand over his, pulling it closer to your lips for a soft kiss.

“Of course... I’d spend the rest of my life trying to win you over if it meant your happiness...” He gazed at you with half-lidded yet intense eyes.

“You’re so sweet with your words...”

“Yeah, I have to show you how much I love you every single day...” he began, then paused for a few seconds, closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh.

When he opened his golden eyes again, they were filled with emotion and nervousness. Then, to your surprise, he suddenly knelt down in the grass before you, raising his hand, which became surrounded by his cyan power.

In seconds, a light-blue velvet box levitated to his palm, making your eyes widen.

“S-Silver...” you stammered, unable to believe your own eyes.

He smiled widely at you, though it was clear how nervous he was.

“N-no matter how many times I rehearse this... I’ll never be able to put into words how much you’ve brightened my life since I met you...” Opening the box, he revealed a golden ring set with a small white gem. “I can’t imagine my future without you by my side... S-so... will you marry me?” he finally managed to say, a bead of sweat running down his fur from nerves.

“Silver... of course, of course I’ll marry you!” You placed your hands over your mouth, hardly able to believe it, your heart warming with affection and joy.

The white hedgehog’s face lit up completely, his eyes filling with tears of happiness as he stood back up, a little clumsy, holding your hand.

He brought it close to his muzzle, kissing it softly before finally sliding the ring onto your finger. Then, holding your waist, he pulled you into a firm, passionate embrace.

“This is the happiest day of my life...” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. He sniffled lightly, trying to hold back the tears that began to slowly roll down his face.

“I know... but I think this is only the beginning...” You cupped his cheek gently, wiping away his tears of joy. Silver let out a husky laugh, unable to resist leaning in fully, capturing your lips in a sweet, tender kiss filled with feeling and love.

As the kiss broke, he looked deeply into your eyes, almost unable to find any more words for the moment.

“I can’t believe I have you forever now...” he admitted.

“Then we’d better make the most of every second...” you winked at him, making him blush again before he leaned in once more, beginning another soft kiss that marked the start of the new life you both would share from that day on.

Scourge

The strong scent of perfume and the stale air of the room filled your nose, the loud music blasting downstairs on the stage. His eyes drifted to the side of the dimly lit VIP lounge of the club.

The green hedgehog held a glass in his hand, lifting it to his mouth to taste a bit of the strong liquid. He sat in a relaxed pose, sunglasses resting on his forehead, jacket open, showing the deep scars across his chest.

Noticing you staring at him, Scourge raised an eyebrow, flashing you a sly grin.

“Enjoyin’ the view, babe?” he asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. The green hedgehog leaned back further on the leather couch, his blue eyes never leaving your face.

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice. I didn’t know you could hang around classy places...” you teased.

“Well, ya with me tonight, so I had to find a place up to your standards...” Scourge chuckled, setting his glass on the small table nearby. “I made sure to get the VIP room so we could have this time just the two of us... the way ya deserve...” He turned toward you, holding your chin.

“You’re pretty romantic today... did something happen? I thought you preferred more of the classic flirting...” you ask playfully.

“Ah, but I love the classic flirtin’... But tonight I wanted to win ya over in a different kinda way.” He laughs low, pressing his muzzle against your cheek. “But can ya blame a hedgehog in love? I can’t give ya nothin’ less than perfection... That’s what ya make me do...” he whispered, leaving a soft kiss there, then moving up a little, brushing against your ear.

“Yeah... I guess I can’t blame you... Especially when you can’t seem to keep your hands off me...” You laugh softly, shivering as you feel him sigh against your ear and his hands clutch at your waist.

“It’s impossible to keep my hands off ya... It’s the only way I can show how much I love ya...” He kisses your ear gently, speaking in a deep, husky tone.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him into a hug, sighing in content. As you pressed closer, you could feel his heart pounding wildly, and also the subtle way his hands trembled, no longer carrying the same blind confidence he usually showed when he was with you.

Suddenly, he pulled back a little, his expression softened, making you freeze in place, struck by how vulnerable he seemed right there.

“Actually... I brought ya here ‘cause there’s somethin’ I been meanin’ to tell ya for a while...” He opens a strangely tender smile at you. His hands hold onto your arms, making you let go of his neck.

“Yes?...” You whispered, curious to see what he would say next.

Then, to your surprise and shock, he reached into the pocket of his jacket, slowly pulling out a small black velvet box, his blue eyes staring at you with hope and passion.

“Look, babe... Ya know me well, ya know I’m awful at these cheesy kinda declarations...” He gives a tentative smile, his nervousness plain to see. “But damn, ya make me wanna be better every damn day... and I can already see the change in myself...”

“Oh, Scourge...” You pressed your hands to your chest, he looked so sweet in that moment.

“I don’t give a damn ‘bout my old goals anymore... I just want my only goal to be makin’ ya happy...” With trembling hands, he opens the velvet box, revealing a golden ring with a large, beautiful diamond set in it. “So... what d’ ya think ‘bout stayin’ with this bastard forever? Marry me?” He smirks, trying to look strong, even though he was so vulnerable.

“Scourge... Heavens ... Of course I’ll say yes, you fool...” You practically jumped on him, wrapping him tightly in your arms, making him gasp lightly, though he didn’t hesitate to grab your waist and laugh softly.

“Damn, babe... I didn’t know the idea of marryin’ me would get ya this worked up...” He teased, trying to recover from the emotional moment.

Straightening up on the couch, he held your hand, still trembling a bit, sliding the ring onto your finger with care.

“My fiancée... only mine...” He smirked, winking at you.

“And you too... only mine...” You laughed softly, caressing his cheek.

“No refunds...” He whispered to you in a playful tone.

“I don’t even need a refund... I plan to spend my whole life with you.”

“Good... I wasn’t plannin’ on nothin’ less either...” Chuckling low, he pulled you by the waist, capturing your lips in a hot, intense kiss.

In that intimate moment, the only thing either of you could think about was each other, not even hearing the music coming from downstairs. That moment symbolized the beginning of a new life that would bring change and happiness for both of you.

[silvercrumbs666]

Birthday Gifts

A small sneak peak at a comic im making, will probably be finished coloring and rendering the rest by tomorrow or the next few days.

Hint, piñatas and sebek will somehow be involved here.

[self-ishy]

(Sneak peak of the beginning quote)

Silver Vanrouge fans you will get spoiled once more in no time, as I'm writing something extra angsty from an anon ask heheheheh (And then I'm gonna work on the Riddle one that I was in the middle of making)

Have a swell day everyone! See you in a bit!

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Hi hi

Can I request their past selves meeting their future Selves and SO? With diasomnia

Lilia Vanrouge:

Lilia has to fight to keep a straight face, wondering if this is his future self playing some sort of trick – but he knew the look in his own eyes, the subtle yet tender touches you share while talking amongst yourselves about the situation at hand. Where he was at in this point in time he couldn’t imagine attaching himself to someone, not that he didn’t care for you as he was now, but wondering what might’ve been the last jump he needed to enter a relationship after being content with ‘loneliness’ after many, many years.

Malleus Draconia:

Malleus’ younger self has a hard time hiding his joy, as though his love hadn’t been elevated to the point of his older self, he had always been fond of you. Knowing your relationship lasted through NRC was something to celebrate, even if he keeps his cool as you speak. His older self wished he could warn himself of the troubles ahead, of his very worst moments that had made you suffer, that still plagued him with guilt when he thought of how he almost ruined his chances to win your heart. It was a lesson he had to learn himself, but the fight would be worth it in the end.

Sebek Zigvolt:

Sebek is flabbergasted, wondering if he had strewn so far from his initial dreams of protecting Malleus just to enter a romantic relationship. His older self is extremely embarrassed, looking at you with a barely hidden grimace while you’re fighting to keep a straight face. He almost doesn’t want to believe his younger self had acted like that but the more you give him a fond, slightly pitying look, the more he realized he had matured after graduating from NRC.

Silver:

Silver knows exactly what his younger self is thinking. How had he earned your favor? Why had you chosen him to love? And was he worthy of it? There aren’t comforting words to be offered because Silver himself wouldn’t believe them even now, he had seen it through your actions and your loyalty, your steadfast determination to show just how much he meant to you. Only when his younger self saw the lengths you went to would he fully understand the love you shared.

[telephoniii]

REALLY…HIM?

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

NRC boys x Reader (minus Ortho)

Word Counter: 3K

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

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

ace trappola

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

deuce spade

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

cater diamond

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

trey clover

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

riddle rosehearts

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

jack howl

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

ruggie bucchi

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

leona kingscholar

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

floyd leech

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

jade leech

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

azul ashengrotto

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

kalim al asim

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

jamil viper

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

epel felmier

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

rook hunt

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

vil schoenheit

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

idia shroud

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

sebek zigvolt

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

silver

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

lilia vanrouge

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

malleus draconia

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

[akisteahouse]

COURTING YOU? SINCE WHEN?! Featuring Diasomnia!

requested ask from here!!!!

While courting, crocodiles can be surprisingly tender, involving much touching of snouts, rubbing of necks, blowing of bubbles and resting of heads on each other’s backs.

Sebek Zigvolt! Whose face grew crimson at your utter lack of decorum, as he so nicely put it, when you’d fallen asleep on his back after one of Vargas’s more tiring lessons - what? You’d groaned, ignoring all of his minimal at best attempts to push you off, further curling into him, shoving your face into the crook of his neck, completely oblivious to the poor first-year’s inner turmoil. You insolent little -! Fine, he’d allow just this once. (Lies. He wouldn’t mind even if you did it daily.) Calloused hand now usually placed against the back of your neck while walking, fingertips pressed against your nape, so gently, almost like he was afraid holding onto you too tightly would shatter you, all while his posture remained ramrod straight and face flushed a pretty pink, as if he was embarrassed from doing something intimate…oh well, you wouldn’t expect any less from your favourite emotionally constipated croc <33 Running up to you one day brandishing two bubble wands like they were swords, loudly complaining about the brainless humans(who really were just confused onlookers wondering why the two of you were blowing bubbles at the courtyard), before immediately flipping and complimenting your excellent bubble-blowing form(red-eared all the while, waving his bubble wand back and forth like he was doing something important. Cute.) Stiffly asking one day if he had permission, permission to what, exactly, you weren’t so sure but hey - why not? Steeling yourself for whatever Sebek had in store for you, only for something hard to bump rather awkwardly into your forehead, another thing pressed against your nose… eh? His hands cradled carefully around your face to rub his nose against yours, so positively red you couldn’t help but giggle - a bad decision, on your part, because you quickly lost your footing and fell onto the grass, sending poor Sebek tumbling down with you(Whatever, it wasn’t like he cared that much, anyway - not when you were laughing like that, eyes ceased at the corners and cheeks ruddy). Barging into your room for the umpteeth time the next week, a hint of nervousness in his tone - “Lilia has arranged a meeting with you. It is only expected of him - my parents are currently unavailable to assess my mate, so he will do it in their stead. Pardon? Of course, I’m referring to you! Have you gone mad?” Madly oblivious, sure, but hey - a boyfriend’s a boyfriend, especially since it was your fav croc ;)

While courting, bats will douse themselves with perfume, sing or scream to express desire, as well as engage in mutual grooming and wing-flicking.

Lilia Vanrouge! Whose grin widened like a Cheshire's when you invited him out for an impromptu karaoke session, and even more so when he caught a whiff of your new perfume - “My, my, how bold ~” …eh? Resting his chin on closed fists, as he watched you belt out a popular song with a sickeningly dreamy look in his eyes, before choosing his own song with all the seriousness of an army general leading his troops to war, cheerfully screeching into the karaoke mic death metal, beaming at you with a proud grin after the song ended(well, Cater did mention he liked metal, so this probably wasn’t out of the ordinary, right?). Dousing himself with copious amounts of strong perfume right before attending any of his classes that you were in to the point that the entirety of Diasomnia knew what the two - mostly one - were up to, sending you looks of mild annoyance whenever they caught you and Lilia walking by(“Just say yes already, i don’t know how much more of this lovey-dovey nonsense I can stand -“ “There’s a betting pool if you’re interested -“ “Oh, really?”). Unexpectedly rough hands becoming touchier and grabby with you, if possible, now always semi-permanently glued to your body, whether it be simply running his fingers through your hair(oh-so gently brushing out knots or the occasional tangle with the care so unlike his usual reckless demeanour, almost like he was worried pulling a little too sharply would harm you) or barging randomly into your dorm for impromptu self-care nights, armed with face masks from Pomefiore and a old movie in hand(eyes gazing into yours a little too adoringly when you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder halfway through, fingertips brushing a stray lock of hair back, humming sweetly as he draped a blanket over your shoulders - he’d have to rummage through your kitchen to prepare you a wonderful meal when you woke up…he was sure you wouldn’t mind too much, now <33 Face turning a shade of pink he would have giggled at when you decided to surprise him by randomly appearing from behind and almost screaming his name, his raspberry-red eyes widened in delight, voice awed and nearly breathless, taking your hands in his, with a stupidly lovestruck look in his eyes - “Does this mean… you’ve finally accepted me? Oh, I should tell Silver right away! He’d be delighted to have another parent - hm? Did you really think we’d become mates without me introducing you to my family? Goodness beastie, what a funny thought! Come along now, you can meet the rest over dinner!” :))))

While courting, dragons may offer their potential mate treasures from their own hoard, as well as show displays of power to win their affection. Inviting their potential mate to their hoard is considered to be a sacred act, as well as an agreement to the courtship.

Malleus Draconia! Who had been acting even more socially inept than usual - awkwardly offering you gems and necklaces and brooches which you were sure cost more than you could ever spend in your lifetime, right next to delicately carved stone gargoyles(that took you quite a while to find a place for, but no worries), along with frequently alarming actions that anyone else would’ve been scared of - such as Malleus nearly flooding the school after you tried to get up from your lunch table to get water, Malleus snapping a tree cleanly in half after Rook had been ‘observing’ the two of you, Malleus stepping on your keychain which had fallen off your bag, causing him to despair and cause rainstorms for three days… ah, good times, good times(and probably nothing more to the way his emerald green eyes seemed to glisten at you when you told him that breaking your keychain was fine, since it was an accident, and such a small thing wouldn’t deter you from being his friend… yeah, probably nothing.) Inviting you out to visit his room one day with a rare flush to his pale cheeks, pointed ears reddened to their tips - odd, but this was a normal friend activity, right?? Flushing an even deeper shade of scarlett when you admired his hoard collection of pennants and souvenirs gifted to him from Lilia, happily recounting all of the outlandish stories he’d been told by him as he grew up, eyes blown wide like a surprised cat’s after you’d told him you’d love to experience those places, places he’d only ever heard of since birth, with him - “Did you… did you really mean that?” Avoiding your gaze like an embarrassed schoolgirl all of a sudden, usually composed face tinted pink, something so worrying you couldn’t help but reach out to touch his cheek, just to check in case of an odd fae illness - something which only led to Malleus staring at you like a particularly strange animal, only for him to sigh(dreamily?) and lean into your warm touch, closing his eyes shut. (He really was sick, then. He had to be. After all, his body temperature was oddly hot, and his pulse seemed to be growing faster by the minute.) Humming a new tune - a song Lilia used to sing for him when he was young, apparently - the day after, appearing in your front door like he’d been summoned, lips curling upwards the minute he’d since your face, in all its just-woken-up-bedheaded glory. “Ah, there you are, my dear. I’ve already informed Lilia of our relationship, and he has approved. Though, those senators seem less… excited about our future, but no matter. We should leave for Briar Valley in a few days time - I’m sure they’ll have a change of heart after meeting my lovely future head consort in person, and if not… well, I’ll simply just have to do some convincing.” ;)))

BONUS:

While courting, humans don't usually rest on each other’s backs, scream to profess their love, nor do they typically invite potential mates to their hoard - but neither were they raised and surrounded by fae, so Silver certainly was a different case altogether.

Silver! Who had decided to ask his fellow peers for advice on how to properly court you - hence, Sebek. “INTIATE INTIMATE TOUCH!” was his junior’s advice, which turned out…okay. His original plan of going on a walk in the forest together had been a massive fail, falling asleep on a bench when you’d asked to take a break - his head perched on your shoulder, long eyelashes fluttered shut, near silent snores escaping his barely opened lips. (Not like you minded much. Silver falling asleep on you was becoming a common occurrence, the more you spoke to him.) His second attempt at wooing you coming directly from his fa - Lilia, himself - to invite you out for a karaoke date. Which was fun - until Silver’s song of choice came on, a song Lilia had strongly recommended to ‘properly show them you’re interested’… a decision he’d later come to regret, after being hit in the face with heavy bass and its singer letting out an unholy shriek. Though he did try his best to sing along, which turned out… interesting. His voice hoarse from all that screaming and shouting, leading to him being confined to his room due to his unbearably sore throat, sighing wistfully and staring out his window, watching the blue birds chirp and squirrels climb up trees, deep in thought…(why wasn’t any of his courting methods working? Should he ask Kalim for help next?) Jolting up when Malleus barged in, in his own polite way, smiling from ear to ear as he spoke,”Your beloved has arrived with soup. I believe they are here to assist you. Lilia has already let them in. Good luck.” Face tinted a soft pink when you sat down on his bed and offered him a flask of chicken soup(that he was extremely grateful for, after politely refusing Lilia’s many attempts to feed him his strange concoctions), auroral eyes locked onto your gaze, so intently focused on you that he tipped over the thermos of soup, apologising over and over as he felt you do a once-over on him, fingertips lightly patting him down, eyes scanning him for injuries. “I love you.” The words escaping his mouth before he could stop himself, eyes blown open by his own directness, even more so when you flushed a shade of pink he found absolutely charming, reciprocating his feelings. Wait…really? Smiling giddily like an idiot after you’d accepted his confession, opening the door to walk you back to your dorm, only to see Lilia, Sebek and Malleus to tumble out, presumably listening in to the entire thing. Looking up at you with an apologetic smile, holding onto your hand just a little bit tighter, as if trying to reassure you -“I hope you weren’t too surprised… they might be a little much, but it's okay, because i love you, and I’m sure they’ll love you just as much as i do.” :))))

hey, if you liked this… check out Heartslabyul's, Savannaclaw’s or Octavinelle’s versions?

alternatively; check out the Diasomnia masterlist?

[starmaidengarden]

HII! Requesting again a s/o who can make a jewelries and makes a unique jewelries to them like from an actual gold and ruby diamond etc to characters Azul, Riddle, Malleus, Leona, Jamil, Silver, Vil!:D Thanks for accepting my request goodnight/ good morning and good evening!

— Azul, Riddle, Malleus, Leona, Jamil, Silver, Vil x gn!reader. no cw/tw. established relationship. dividers: uzmacchiato.

Note: yuki!! its nice to hear from you again!! thanks for the request, I hope you like it!!

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

You create a platinum cufflink set for him, inlaid with deep blue sapphires that shine like the ocean at twilight. The design looks like an octopus tentacle curling at the edge.

He tried to keep his composure, telling you it was “a fine piece of craftsmanship,” but the way he kept fiddling with it later gave away how much he cherished it.

He usually buys fine things, but knowing you made this for him, based on his style, makes his heart race. He polishes them every night and wears them to important business meetings.

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

You design a gold pendant shaped like a heart-shaped rose with tiny inlaid rubies for the petals and a small diamond at its center. The chain is delicate, something elegant but not too flashy.

Riddle's face turns a deep shade of red when you give it to him. He’s genuinely touched that you considered both his name and his symbol. He keeps it hidden beneath his uniform, where no one else can see it, but knowing it rests close to his heart brings him comfort.

If anyone happens to compliment his jewelry, he becomes adorably flustered and shyly murmurs, “My love made it for me...”

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

You made him a blackened gold ring with emeralds carved into the shape of dragon wings wrapping around his finger, the stones shimmering with a deep green light.

Malleus stares at it for a long, long moment when you gift it to him, amazed. Malleus traced the metalwork with a reverent expression, his usual stoicism softening into something fond.

He will never take it off — he wore it during nighttime walks in Briar Valley, letting the moonlight reflect off the gemstones.

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

You make Leona a solid gold bracelet with a subtle lion motif engraved around it. You also embed a small sunstone that gleams warm like the Savannah sun.

Leona gives you a lazy smirk when you present it, but his tail would swish happily behind him. “Spoilin’ me now, huh?” But deep down? He’s deeply proud you made something so meaningful just for him.

He starts wearing it everywhere. And if anyone asks about it, he smirks, “Custom. You wouldn’t get it.”

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

You design him a thin gold chain bracelet with tiny ruby and onyx beads woven in a serpent-like pattern—minimalist but striking.

When you handed it to him, he hesitated before taking it. Shocked that you noticed his style preferences so perfectly. He rubs his thumb over it whenever he’s stressed.

He’d also get super protective of it. Anyone who tries to touch or ask about it gets that sharp, guarded look.

Silver ༉⋆｡˚

You create for Silver a simple silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon with a small diamond star hanging beside it. The design is clean, dreamlike, almost like something out of a fairytale.

Silver looks at you like you just gifted him the most precious thing in the world. He wears it always—even when sleeping. Claiming it helped him feel connected to you even when far away.

Lilia noticed and would occasionally smirk knowingly, but Silver always just smiled faintly in return.

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

You made him a mirror-backed brooch framed in delicate rose-gold filigree, set with an oval-cut amethyst at its heart. The mirror was small — more of a symbolic touch.

The craftsmanship was flawless, every gem positioned to catch light at just the right angle. When you presented it, Vil studied it with an appraising eye, but instead of critiquing, he smiled.

He praised, pinning it immediately to his coat. The brooch appeared in multiple of his public photos afterward, with fans speculating about its origin. He never clarified, but whenever someone asked about it directly, his lips curved into the faintest smile before he changed the subject.

[solxamber]

You Try to Sleep on the Couch after an Argument with: Cater, Floyd, Silver, Rollo

Other parts: Housewardens ; Vice-Housewardens ; First-Years

Cater Diamond

The argument had been unexpected. Cater was easygoing, always quick with a joke or a teasing remark to smooth things over, but tonight had been different. The tension had built and built until, for once, neither of you had been willing to back down.

So, with a huff, you grabbed a blanket and marched to the couch, making a big show of snuggling in and getting comfortable. It wasn’t comfortable—not even a little—but your pride refused to let you move.

The room was quiet. Too quiet.

Then—ping.

You ignored it.

Ping. Ping. Ping.

With a groan, you reached for your phone, only to find your Magicam notifications lighting up your screen. You blinked. Cater had tagged you in a post. And then another. And another.

The first picture was of your shared bed, completely empty. The caption? lonely boy hours :’(

The second? Cater lying dramatically on his side, clutching a pillow like a heartbroken lover in a tragic romance. send thoughts & prayers, my partner has abandoned me

The third was even worse. A close-up of his face, his lower lip jutted in a ridiculous pout, captioned simply: is this what heartbreak feels like???

You stared at your phone, torn between laughing and crying because what the hell, Cater???

You tried to ignore it, but then another notification popped up. The newest post? A dramatic black-and-white shot of his hand reaching for the empty side of the bed. missing you rn. come home.

You buried your face in the pillow, groaning. He was so annoying.

And yet—your feet were already moving.

When you pushed open the bedroom door, Cater was sitting up, phone in hand, eyes flicking up to meet yours the second you walked in. His pout deepened, exaggerated and just barely pathetic enough to make your resolve crumble.

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered.

“But you love me,” he singsonged, setting his phone aside and opening his arms wide, waiting.

You tried to fight it, but the corners of your lips twitched despite yourself. That was all the encouragement he needed. With a soft, satisfied hah, Cater wrapped his arms around you the second you got close, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, warm against your skin.

You sighed, resting against him. “I’m sorry too.”

He squeezed you a little tighter before pulling back just enough to reach for his phone.

You rolled your eyes. “Cater.”

He grinned, not even pretending to feel guilty.

A second later, your phone buzzed. When you glanced at the screen, there it was—a final post. A simple picture of your hands together, warm and steady beneath the sheets.

reunited <3

Floyd Leech

The argument had been bad. Not the usual push-and-pull of Floyd’s unpredictable moods, not the teasing jabs that sometimes went too far—this had been real, raw, and biting in a way that made your chest ache.

You knew better than to expect an apology right away. Floyd wasn’t wired for that. So, with your pride stinging and your patience worn thin, you grabbed a blanket, made your way to the couch, and flopped down with your back stubbornly turned toward the bedroom.

Which, in hindsight, was a mistake.

Because if you’d been facing the bedroom, maybe—maybe—you would have had some warning before the Floyd-shaped projectile came flying toward you at full speed.

A thud, a weight collapsing onto you, and suddenly your whole world was Floyd—arms, legs, and far too much Floyd as he sprawled across your body like a particularly annoying weighted blanket.

You let out a strangled noise. “Floyd—”

He didn’t move. Didn’t even pretend to move. Just settled more comfortably on top of you like this was the most natural thing in the world.

With a grunt, you attempted to shove him off, but he was all lean muscle and deadweight. He wouldn’t budge. Worse, he refused to look at you, his face half-buried against your shoulder, arms loosely draped around you like a net that would tighten if you tried to escape.

“…Seriously?” you huffed, exasperated.

A long silence. Then, barely above a mumble—

“Sorry.”

You blinked. “What?”

Floyd finally shifted, but only to grumble into your neck, voice muffled against your skin. “You’re my shrimpy. I thought you’d get it.” A pause, then a quiet, almost begrudging, “…But I guess I was a little mean.”

You sighed, the last remnants of your anger melting into something softer. Floyd wasn’t the type to say sorry outright. For him, this was already pushing it.

With another sigh, you gave up and wrapped your arms around him.

Immediately, Floyd perked up, and before you could prepare yourself, he bit you—just a little nip against your shoulder, affectionate in that ridiculous way of his. When you startled, he looked up at you, grinning now, sharp teeth on full display.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at your lips. “You’re the worst.”

“And you love me~”

Unfortunately, he was right.

With a tired chuckle, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, feeling the way his grin softened just a little. He snuggled closer, his grip tightening around you, and just like that, the argument was behind you.

Floyd let out a pleased hum, already half-asleep. “M’keeping you here forever.”

You weren’t even going to try fighting him on that.

Silver Vanrouge

You still weren’t entirely sure how you had managed to get into an argument with Silver of all people. Silver, who was usually so calm, so patient, so utterly unbothered by most things. And yet, somehow, words had been exchanged, tempers had flared, and now you were lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the pang of guilt gnawing at you.

The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves outside your window. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to sleep—

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You frowned, cracking an eye open.

The sound came again, a soft pecking against the glass. Dragging yourself up with a sigh, you turned toward the window—only to be met with the sight of the cutest little bird, perched delicately on the sill.

You blinked. The bird tilted its head.

It had a tiny note tied to its leg.

Cautiously, you opened the window and untied the parchment, unfolding it with careful fingers.

"Sorry."

Your lips parted. You stared at the single-word apology, written in Silver’s neat, earnest handwriting.

Before you could fully process the sheer adorableness of the gesture, a rustling noise caught your attention. You turned your head just in time to see a squirrel scurrying up onto the windowsill, a small piece of paper clutched in its tiny paws.

It held it out to you.

You took it.

"Sorry."

You pressed a hand over your mouth, overwhelmed by a mix of affection and disbelief.

Was he seriously sending an entire woodland brigade to apologize for him?

And, perhaps more importantly—if you didn’t go talk to him right now, would he escalate this? Would an entire procession of deer, rabbits, and possibly a very regretful-looking bear show up next?

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. There was no way you were sleeping now.

Before you left, you rummaged through your cabinets and grabbed a handful of nuts, scattering them gently on the windowsill. “I don’t accept free labor,” you muttered, watching as the squirrel eagerly took a hazelnut before scampering off. The bird gave a happy chirp before fluttering away.

With that taken care of, you made your way to the bedroom.

The moment you stepped inside, he was already sitting up, eyes immediately locking onto yours. He looked a little sheepish, his usual composed demeanor softened with quiet guilt.

“I’m sorry,” he said, without hesitation. “I shouldn’t have let it turn into an argument.”

You exhaled, the last remnants of your irritation slipping away entirely. He was so sweet, so sincere, and you couldn’t even be mad anymore.

Stepping forward, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’m sorry too,” you murmured. “Now, let's go to bed."

Silver didn’t argue. He simply nodded, slipping under the blankets, his expression peaceful now.

As you settled beside him, he hesitated for only a moment before murmuring, “Did the bird get to you first or the squirrel?”

You let out a quiet laugh. “Bird.”

He nodded, thoughtful. “I was going to send a rabbit next.”

You buried your face into his shoulder, shaking with silent laughter. “Go to sleep, Silver.”

And finally, you both did.

Rollo Flamme

The argument had left you drained, annoyance simmering just beneath your skin as you curled up on the couch, pulling the blanket over yourself with a sharp tug. You didn’t want to be this upset—Rollo could be infuriating, stubborn in ways that tested your patience, but you knew he didn’t argue without reason. Still, the weight of his words, the heat of the exchange, had made retreating seem like the best option.

At some point, exhaustion overtook frustration, and you drifted into uneasy sleep.

But then—dry throat, groggy mind—you stirred awake, an undeniable thirst pulling you from your rest. With a sigh, you pushed the blanket aside and padded toward the kitchen, the dim light of the apartment casting long shadows against the walls.

That’s when you noticed it—the faint glow beneath the bedroom door.

You hesitated, frowning. He was still awake?

Curiosity, or maybe guilt, urged you forward. Carefully, you peeked inside.

Rollo was pacing. Back and forth, hands buried in his hair, tension lining his shoulders. He looked wrecked—a man on the verge of either an epiphany or a breakdown.

Your heart squeezed.

You hadn't expected this. Hadn’t expected him to be just as shaken, just as restless.

Stepping inside, you barely made a sound, but he noticed instantly. His head snapped up, eyes widening.

For a second, he didn’t move. Then he took a step toward you, hands twitching at his sides, reaching out just barely before curling into hesitant fists. He stopped himself, as if afraid you’d pull away, as if unsure whether he had the right.

Your breath hitched. The sight of him—always so composed, now uncertain—made the last of your irritation fade.

Wordlessly, you closed the distance and took his hand.

The moment your fingers intertwined, you felt the tension in him unravel. His shoulders slumped, his grip tightening around yours, a quiet exhale escaping his lips. He held on like he needed the touch to ground him.

“I took it too far,” he murmured, voice raw with sincerity. “I shouldn’t have—”

“I know,” you interrupted softly. “And…I shouldn’t have either.”

His gaze met yours, searching, still unsure. You squeezed his hand, and that was all it took.

Rollo relaxed, expression melting into something exhausted, something relieved. He nodded, as if accepting an unspoken truce.

Neither of you needed to say anything else.

When you led him to bed, he followed without question. And when you pulled him into your arms, his body molded against yours with an ease that made it clear just how much he had needed this.

Within minutes, the tension that had kept him awake finally loosened its grip. His breathing evened out, his fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, and for the first time since the argument, Rollo fell asleep— warm and finally at peace.

Masterlist

[blossomizedd]

"Kiss me, love me"

— Diasomnia edition

Pairings: Malleus Draconia x reader, Lilia Vanrouge x reader, Silver Vanrouge x reader, Sebek Zigvolt x reader

Genre: fluff // headcanons

« even the most intimidating men like to kiss, just each their own way »

A continuation of the kissing series! This one's for all the diasomnia lovers out there 💋

Other editions: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore

The soft kisser;

For all the cautionary tales that are told about malleus, the man is gentle beyond belief with you. The hands capable of summoning scorching lightning cup your cheeks, thumbs caressing your skin as he flashes the most lovesick smile in the seconds before he kisses you. His lips, surprisingly soft, meet your skin wherever makes your heart flutter; the back of your hand, the corner of your lips, the space between your eyes. He'll leave traces of him all over you in a way that show his undying love without being overbearing. Though this is born of a deep fear of hurting you with his overwhelming power, the looks he gets from you are plenty to forget all of it and focus only on your love.

The unpredictable kisser;

Lilia as a person is like a jack in a box that continously changes it's shape and colors and keeps you on your toes every time it pops out. His kisses are no different. One day you might be walking down a path to randomly find him appearing upside down above you to kiss your forehead, another he'll hold you by your waist and kiss your temple as you converse with friends, and yet another he'll deny you anything as to "keep appearances" in front of others only to later drag you into an empty room and kiss you breathless. He's fond of many approaches but you never know what you'll get, which is half the fun of being with him. So enter his room after a long day of being apart; will he hold you ever so gently and place soft kisses on the top of your head, or will he pounce on you before you even get to step inside and latch his lips onto yours with no intention of ever letting go? Go ahead and find out!

The light kisser;

Silver's kisses feel like feathers and clouds brushing over your lips, barely there but oh so heavenly. Sometimes it is almost as if you're dreaming, his touch so soft you think you might be imagining it. It's satisfying, yet always leaves you yearning for more, resulting in longer embraces and more time with him. Sure, he's fallen asleep mid kiss before, but you also get the most dream like scenarios in turn. Think of kisses shared beneath the moonlight, spectated by small woodland creatures, dancing lights all around you.. Kissing Sillver is like acting out childhood fantasies of being betrothed to a prince, like being the protagnist of your own fairytale. Nothing compares to the feeling of floating you get in the aftermath.

The dignified kisser;

One thing you'll never catch Sebek do is embarrassing himself in front of others (let alone his liege!) by engaging in overt pda, preferring to hold your hand or your shoulder to keep you close (and show off in front of silver). Then again, he won't let people think he's as heartless as to deprive his lover of affection either, so the occasional kiss on the back of your hand is his way to go in public. Behind closed doors though, he'll allow himself to indulge in your love some more, but he's a bit shy about it. He tries to keep the dignified aura of a gentleman around him as he cups your cheeks and kisses you directly, but when you pepper his face with little pecks he'll start blushing like mad. Secretly though they're his favorite kind of kisses, so he won't get too mad if you do it in front of his diasomnia family too. Flustered beyond words he'll be, sure, but at the same time your love sends him over the moon. So much for the dignified kisser..

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[himasgod]

first years + Silver x reader, in where the reader is sleeping over on their room without their housewarden knowing and have to hide em (bonus points if the housewarden gets jealous plsss)

FIRST YEARS + SILVER X READER

Where you hide when the housewarden almost catches you in his room

I'm sorry but I couldn't do anything about the housewarden's jealousy, hope u like it anyways!

You really should’ve said no.

Should’ve gone back to Ramshackle like a responsible prefect. Should’ve listened to Grim’s grumbling and gone to bed at a normal hour.

Haha no.

You let Ace smirk at you with that shit eating grin, throw his arm over your shoulder, and mutter “C’mon, just for tonight. I’ll make it fun~”

Now you’re under Ace's bed.

Like. Literally under. With your knees cramped up to your chest and your nose pressed against a suspicious sock, and Ace is sitting up top, fake-snoring so loud you’re gonna scream.

Riddle’s voice floats in from the hallway. “Lights off, Ace. And if I catch you playing games at this hour again—” Ace cuts him off, all chipper: “No games, housewarden! Just sleeping like a good little rosebud~” You nearly wheeze. This clown.

There’s a long silence. Then, finally, the sound of retreating footsteps. You hear Deuce mutter, “You’re gonna get us all killed,” and Ace grins.

Once the coast is clear, Ace throws his blanket off and hops down to crouch beside you. “Hey, babe,” he whispers. “Still alive down there?” You swat at his arm. “I’m gonna kill you.”“I love when you talk dirty.”“ACE.”

He laughs and pulls you out from under the bed. And honestly? You’re pissed, you’re disheveled, but the way he beams at you when you’re safe in his bed again, curled up against his side?

…You’d do it all over again.

So listen.

This was your idea.

Epel’s whole room smells like apple shampoo and you thought hey, a little snuggle time with my farm boy bf wouldn’t hurt anyone!

Wrong.

Because Vil just so happened to come back early from his late-night spa treatment and you two were in the middle of a cuddle so aggressive it could be labeled a wrestling match. You rolled on top of each other, grabbed each other's wrists, played to see who could give the most kisses while you put your hands on each other's faces, laughing, and tangled up.

"GET IN THE CLOSET," Epel whispers, scrambling to throw a blanket over the scene of the crime. "But—!""THE. CLOSET."

You slam the door shut just as Vil glides in, expression sharp.

“Epel. What is this? Your bed looks like it’s been ravaged by a particularly vicious boar.” “Heheh. I toss and turn a lot?”

Vil’s eyes narrow.

He begins straightening Epel’s bed, tutting at the state of it, one step away from opening the closet.

You’re inside holding your breath and gripping Epel’s hoodie. Through the crack in the door, you can see Vil’s manicured fingers reaching for the handle.

Death is nigh. Life flashes before your eyes.

But then—

“WAIT!” Epel blurts out. “Don’t open that!”

Vil pauses. Slowly turns. “…Why not?” “Because,” Epel says, brain lagging, “I have Neige LeBlanche posters that Rook gave me there."

Silence.

“Excuse me?”“He said he wanted me to observe the real beauty and he had so many posters...’” “…”

Vil pinches the bridge of his nose, mutters something about freakish weirdos and leaves.

You tumble out five seconds later, gasping. Epel helps you up looking proud and horrified at the same time.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever said.”

“You’re so messed up.”

You both cackle like lunatics into the night.

Silver is… a problem.

Not because he doesn’t want you there. No, Silver loves having you around. It’s just—

He forgot. Literally.

You’re waking up in his bed, tangled in the sheets, and Silver blinks awake next to you looking around like he just respawned.

“Yuu...?” he mumbles, voice still sleepy. “Did we… did I…”“You invited me over last night.” “I did?” “You said ‘the moon’s lonely tonight. Come warm me up.’ It was poetic and kinda hot.” “Oh. I do remember that.”

He curls back into you like a sleepy kitten, arms around your waist. You start dozing off again—until a very distinctive knock rattles the door.

Lilia.

"Oh no. I forgot he’s on patrol.”

You scramble to hide under the covers while Silver stumbles to the door. Lilia peeks inside smile already too knowing.

“Morning, my little dreamer. Sleep well?” “Yeah.” “Alone?” “...Yes.”

Lilia’s eyes flick to the suspiciously lumpy bed. He says nothing. He simply nods.

“Tell Yuu under the sheets I said hi,” he says, and disappears into the hallway.

Silver turns to you under the blankets. “I’m never going to survive him.” You peek out and kiss his nose. “He ships us.”“I know. That’s what scares me.”

You both fall back into the bed again, resigned to your fate.

Jack is the worst at sneaking you in.

He’s too tall and too honest, and WAY too nervous. He acts guilty before you even do anything.

Tonight’s no different.

You’re in his room, cozy in his oversized hoodie (it’s so soft help), both of you curled up together on the floor with a blanket and your legs tangled. The dorm is mostly asleep, and Jack is doing his best to stay calm.

And then… the doorknob rattles.

Jack’s ears go straight up. He stands like he’s been electrocuted, grabs the blanket, and throws it over your head like that’s going to make you disappear.

“Jack. Why’s your door locked?” “Just—! Working out!” “…At midnight?” “UH. YEAH.”

You nearly choke trying not to laugh under the blanket. You feel Jack’s foot nudge you, a silent pls don’t expose me tap.

Leona finally walks away, yawning and muttering something about hormonal teenagers and their dumb secrets.

Once he’s gone, Jack collapses beside you, covering his face with both hands.

“I hate lying. I’m gonna get grey fur from this.” You kiss his cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”“You’re lucky I love you.” “Aw~ you love me?” “Shut up.”

You fall asleep that night wrapped in a burrito, safe in his arms, and even if he complains the next morning, the way he keeps sneaking glances at you says he’d risk it again in a heartbeat.

Now Sebek tries to be stealthy. Tries really hard. Puts up his walls and declares he will not succumb to such foolish disobedience! But he already has. Because you’re in his room. Curled up in his bed. Wearing his oversized shirt. It’s a disaster. It’s wonderful.

Malleus has NO IDEA. Which, honestly? Makes Sebek more anxious than fighting blindfolded.

You, meanwhile, are delighted.

“Babe. Youre nervous.” “THAT IS A LIE.” “Your voice is louder than-.” “THEN PERHAPS YOU SHOULD—"

You clamp a hand over his mouth and hiss, “Shhh!”

Cue dramatic pacing. Cue Sebek swearing on his honor that if the Young Master walks in, you are to jump out the window and never look back.

Of course that’s when the knock comes.

“Sebek. I sensed unrest. Is everything alright?” “YOUNG MASTER! I—ALL IS WELL. DO NOT WORRY YOUR—YOUR HEAD.” You literally stuffing your face into the pillows to keep from laughing

Malleus, meanwhile, raises an eyebrow outside the door. He can feel another presence. One that makes Sebek’s aura thrum with warmth. He’s quiet. Then speaks.

“…Be careful, Sebek.” And walks away.

Sebek freezes. You peek up at him. “He knows, doesn’t he.”“I AM DOOMED, HUMAN.”

You snort and wrap your arms around him anyway. Doomed or not this is your favorite place to be.

So Deuce was totally against this at first.

“Yuu, what if we get caught?” he’d whispered sweating. “I’m still on thin ice with Riddle! I can’t get another demerit—I’ll die.”

And like. Yeah. Fair. But also? You pouted. You tugged on his sleeve. You gave him the eyes. What was he supposed to do, say no??

So here you are, tucked into Deuce’s bed, while he lies on top of the blanket next to you, eyes darting to the door every time the floor creaks.

And of course. OF COURSE.

Riddle knocks.

“Spade. I’m conducting a room inspection.”

Your souls leave your bodies.

Deuce leaps up, whisper-yelling “HIDE!” and you barely dive into the tiny closet before the door opens. You nearly trip over his boots, clutching his uniform jacket, heart hammering so loud you’re sure Riddle can hear it.

Meanwhile, Deuce is doing his best impression: standing at attention, sweating bullets, and praying Riddle doesn’t notice the two cups on his nightstand.

“Why are there two cups?” “Hydration, sir. I get double-thirsty.” Riddle suspiciously squint. You choke silently on a laugh

Miraculously Riddle moves on. After what feels like three years and a full background check he finally leaves.

Deuce sprints to the closet, throws the door open, and you fall into his arms like a ragdoll.

“I hate this,” he wheezes. “I hate how much I love this.”“So… tomorrow night too?” “ABSOLUTELY NOT.” (you’ll be back tomorrow night.)

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Yuutsum 3

SUMMARY: What if you also have a Tsum? Then your Tsum and the Tsum of the person you like keep giving signs that they like each other?

CHARACTERS: Twisted Tsumderland 3 Tsumsitters (Ace; Trey; Ruggie; Jamil; Vil; Idia; Malleus; Silver)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader 

WARNING: Spoilers for the Twisted Tsumderland 3 Event and the Tsumsitter cards Vignettes.

WORD COUNT: An average of 810 words per character.

COMMENTS: This was originally a request from @taruruchi for my 1k celebration. Which you can read here. And since so many readers liked it, I decided to do what I normally do when this happens: Do this for ALL the characters! Grouped by event in this case.

The request also includes Jamil's and Silver's tsums, but I wrote them before part 3 was even announced on the JP server. In other words, I had to pretty much guess what their tsums would be like, but now I could write them more accurately.

And I ended up get carried away writing Vil's and Idia's parts. 😅

I hope you enjoy 😉

Yuutsum 1 (Riddle; Cater; Leona; Jack; Floyd; Epel; Sebek)

Yuutsum 2 (Deuce; Azul; Jade; Kalim; Rook; Ortho; Lilia)

CONTEXT: Like the original Twisted Tsumderland 3 event, this takes place after the events of the first and second Twisted Tsumderland. And, surprise, your Tsum is back! But it’s the only one, all the other Tsums that came with it are completely new visitors.

Just like the other times, your Tsum seemed restless and wanted to leave Ramshackle Dorm, probably to go look for the other tsums. You decide to take a walk around the school building first and you notice a gathering in the cafeteria.

“If you give it devoted, loving care, I'm sure it'd be willing to show its gratitude!” You hear Ace's voice say from behind a wall of other students.

You come closer, with your tsum in your arms.

“So... Who wants to look after the tsum?!”

“I'll do it!” a Scarabia student offers.

“What are you talking about?” A Pomefiore student counterposes. “That's gonna be me!”

And an argue begins. You stand on your tiptoes and crane your neck to look over some students' shoulders and see an Ace-tsum on the table.

“Okay, easy, guys. You can all take turns trying your hand at looking after it.” Ace interrupts. “If things go well, you might get to see more tricks. And hey, if they don't do any, you can just return it tonight.”

Even though you know this is about Ace and his tsum, you can't help but feel a little sorry for the things Ace is saying. It's like he just wants to get rid of his tsum. Poor little guy. And your tsum agrees.

“I can take care of it!” Your voice rings out, Ace and Deuce recognizing it immediately.

The students in front of you turn and see that you have another tsum in your arms. They make way for you while commenting on how cute it is.

“(Y/N)?!” Ace and Deuce say in unison.

You lean over to look at Ace-tsum who is looking at you with bright, surprised eyes. You say you can take care of it since Ace doesn't want to. Your tsum jumps from your arms to Ace-tsum's side. You add that you have your tsum to help you supervise it and that you already have some experience with an Ace. He blushes a little.

“Wait (Y/N)!” Deuce says.“This is supposed to be Ace and my task. And you already have your tsum to take care of.”

“Don't worry, Deuce. We both can take care of it. Right, Tsum?” Your Tsum agrees and rubs its cheek against Ace-Tsum's cheek. “Better us than someone who treats it like a burden.” But Ace-tsum moves away from your tsum and Ace grabs your arm to pull you with him to talk to you alone.

“You dummy!” He tells you in a lower voice. “Listen, I'm not just trying to get rid of my tsum, okay?! I'm trying to find someone who adores it so much that they would love to fawn over it and take care of it. This will be better than being with someone who is only taking care of it out of obligation.”

You ask, then, why can't you take care of his tsum.

“Because I was trying to get some idiot to do it, not you!”

Then you hear and see that more students have joined the group that fawns over Ace-tsum. And it seemed like they were finding something cute?

You two go back to the table and see your tsums having fun with each other. Ace-tsum was showing magic tricks to your Tsum and seemed happier with your Tsum's surprised reaction than with the students' applause. Your tsum approached Ace-tsum and began to rub their cheeks against each other, like cuddling. Ace blushed again.

“Fine...” Ace gives up. “It seems like it wants to be with your tsum anyway.”

“Why don't we all take care of the tsums together again?” Deuce suggests, “Like we did when mine was here.”

You and your tsum agree.

“Yeah, I guess we can do that.” Ace says, then smirks. “At least now I can split the work between three.”

Surprisingly, Ace's Tsum is much calmer when it's around your Tsum. In addition to being extremely affectionate with your Tsum, it also seems to really enjoy impressing it with magic tricks and things like that. As if it loved having your tsum's attention and affection back, completely ignoring Ace's embarrassment.

Your tsum wanted to go somewhere, so you pick it up and let it guide you out of Ramshackle Dorm. You pass the Botanical Garden and the Alchemy Workshop and arrive at the Hall of Mirrors. Your tsum wants you to cross the mirror to Heartslabyul.

You do so, enter the building and you end up crossing paths with Trey in the hallway. He was carrying a cake container. You feel your tsum move slightly in your arms when it sees him.

“Hello (Y/N).” Trey greets you. “I see your tsum is back.” He smiles at it and you feel it move again. “This time one similar to me showed up too, so I'm also tsumsitting. I assume you're here to see it.” He chuckles seeing you and your tsum nodding. “It is in the lounge. But before that.” He opens the cake container revealing a beautiful cake with icing and grapes decorating it, and some slices already missing. “Do you want to try a slice? Tsum decorated it.”

If you like grapes, he will be happy to see you eating a slice. If you don't like them and are sad because you would like to try the cake, He will suggest that you go to the kitchen and take out just one piece that doesn't have grapes for you to taste.

“Here.” He says taking just a forkful of the icing cake. “This one doesn't have grapes.” He holds out the fork with the piece of cake in your direction.

You can take the fork and eat it yourself or you can eat it while he holds the fork. If you do this last one, he will laugh and then smirk slightly. Independently of what you do, you'll feel your tsum moving in your arms again, but not enthusiastically.

Trey asks if everything is okay with your tsum and you answer that it might be sad because it can't taste the cake, after all tsum don't eat.

“Oh, don't worry.” He says to your tsum with a sweet smile. “You liking the way it looks is good enough already.”

Your tsum makes that happy tsum sound and suddenly jumps out of your arms towards Trey who catches it and you see it nestling in his arms.

“Ha ha ha. Your tsum is more cheeky than mine. No, that's not a bad thing. I find it quite cute actually.”

If you are more outgoing, your tsum will make that happy sound again and smile at him with its eyes. If you are shy, your tsum will shrink a little and hide its face in his arms.

He will, happily, carry your Tsum in his arms to the lounge where his Tsum and other students are, but when the three of you get there...

“Is everyone done? I'll get the dishes - uh...” Trey and you see what appears to be his tsum attacking students with a toothbrush. “What’s going on here?”

Cater explains the whole madness with Tsum wanting everyone to brush their teeth. Trey ends up taking his Tsum's side and the students run to brush their teeth. Cater tries to apologize by saying that it took him longer to eat and even tries to say that he wanted to spend some time with your tsum. But it's no use, both Treys look at him with a menacing smile.

“Ah, I'm sorry! I swear I'll brush therm! Don't come near me with that smile on your face!” And he leaves the lounge as well.

Only Riddle, you, Trey and your two tsums remain. Trey-tsum points his toothbrush at you with that smile.

“Let's give (Y/N) a pass this time.” Trey defends you. “They are from another dorm so their toothbrush and toothpaste are not here.”

Trey-tsum lowers the toothbrush in agreement. Your Tsum jumps out of Trey's arms and lands next to his Tsum. They both make a happy sound and the two begin to rub their cheeks against each other as if cuddling.

“Your tsum is very affectionate, isn't it?” Trey comments with a smile.

Trey-tsum jumps onto your shoulder, presses its face against your cheek as if it were giving you a kiss, and jumps back to your tsum’s side. Then the two jump onto one of the sofas and snuggle up together as if they were nesting.

“How cute.” Riddle comments with a slightly mocking smile seeing Trey blush.

You were taking a walk around the school campus with your tsum in your arms when you heard Jack's voice calling you.

“Hey (Y/N), glad I found you.” Jack says. You turn around and he sees your Tsum in your arms who greets him smiling with its eyes. “Your tsum is back? So you should already know that other tsums have appeared too.”

You say you had already assumed that and ask if he was looking for you.

“More or less. The truth is that I was looking for someone who could help Ruggie with his tsum.”

You feel your tsum move in your arms when it hears Ruggie's name. Jack tells you that everything seemed to be going well between them until they started arguing, or rather fighting over the money they earned. Your tsum has the same reaction as you, probably an unsurprised sigh.

You agree to help and go with Jack to Savanaclaw. You find Ruggie and his tsum in the lounge fighting with each other. Riggie has an envelope in his outstretched hand trying to get it away from the tsum, while the tsum jumps at Ruggie to try to get to the envelope while hitting him.

Your tsum jumps out of your arms and sneaks up on them while they are focused on fighting each other. When it is close enough, it prepares itself and as soon as it sees an opening, it jumps and takes the envelope from Ruggie's hands. Then it runs to you with the envelope where its mouth would be and jumps back into your arms, handing you the envelope.

Ruggie looked at your tsum and you with the most threatening look you've ever seen on him, until he realized it was you and his expression changed drastically and his ears went down. His Tsum's reaction was the same. He even stutters your name in surprise.

“And h-hey, your tsum is back!” He tries to divert the conversation and ease the situation.

You don't fall for that and ask why they were fighting over the money. Ruggie explained to you that he still tried to give 20% to his Tsum since it doesn't need money to eat or things like that and that's why it seemed fair to him. But his tsum didn't like the idea and was trying to keep most of the money.

You ask your own tsum if that money is the same as in the tsum world, basically asking if it would be of any use to Ruggie-tsum, and your tsum shakes its head no.

“See?! It's not even any use to you. And I would be generous enough to give you twenty percent.”

Ruggie's tsum turns against him again, your tsum jumps out of your arms and throws itself at Ruggie-stum, hitting it. But it doesn't hit your tsum to retaliate, instead it tucks its tail between its legs and lowers its ears while your tsum seems to scold it.

Ruggie laughs at that situation and approaches you asking, also with his ears down and his tail between his legs, if you could give him back the envelope. But you reveal that, knowing him, you knew that he was not taking care of the tsum, but rather taking advantage of it to earn more money with its work.

“Hey, The tsum was the one who wanted to work for m- I mean with me. We earned that money by working together by choice.”

“So why not split it fifty-fifty?” You suggest.

“WHAT?! Are you cra-”

“If one of you worked as hard as the other then you deserve the same amount, don't you?”

He tries to bargain by reiterating that Tsums don't need to eat, but you continue the discussion saying that if it's not like that they won't stop fighting and it will never be resolved. If Ruggie keeps rejecting ot, your tsum will throw itself at his head to hit him. And then he will finally give in and split the money 50-50.

After that your tsum will convince Ruggie-tsum to just rest with it, trying to push it onto one of the lounge chairs. But instead Ruggie-tsum seemed to want to play with your tsum and the two of them started play fighting like two cubs. Which ends up looking more like they are hugging and cuddling.

Ruggie comments that despite what happened they seem to really like each other. After playing with each other for a while, Ruggie-tsum will come over to you to see if it can get some petting from you for being so cute. And if so, it'll turn over on its back so you can give it belly rubs. Ruggie will tell you that you're spoiling his tsum while trying not to show that he's jealous.

You find out that a Tsum similar to Jamil has appeared and is with him in Scarabia by crossing paths with Kalim while you were taking a walk with your Tsum around the school campus. Needless to say, Kalim was super happy to see your tsum again.

On the way to Scarabia you could feel the enthusiasm of your tsum. When you arrive, Jamil and his tsum are in the lounge playing a card game.

The two Jamils realize that someone has entered the lounge. They look at whoever has entered just to greet them, but as soon as they see that it is you, they both smile.

“Hello (Y/N). I see your tsum is back.”

Your tsum jumps from your arms and approaches Jamil's tsum. When it gets close enough, they brush each other's cheeks. Jamil blushes and pulls his hood a little tighter.

They will finish the game they were playing and then invite you and your tsum to play with them. You will play against your tsum, Jamil will teach you and his tsum will teach your tsum while you both play. Jamil will try to make you win, while Jamil-tsum is trying to make your tsum win. And perhaps for this reason, he teaches you by whispering in your ear so that the tsums don't hear your plays. Even if you don't win, Jamil will say that you played well and will be happy that you understood how to play.

You play two or three more times. Whenever you or your tsum win, it's because Jamil and his tsum agreed to lose to see you both happy. But in the last round Jamil-tsum climbs onto your lap while your tsum goes onto Jamil's lap. Thus forming pairs for the last round.

While Jamil-tsum helps you with the best moves, Jamil asks your tsum for its opinion with a cute smile. They both know that your tsum can't help him win, but he enjoys interacting with it in the same way he enjoys interacting with you.

The two teams end up tied. There is a good chance that the bouth Jamils planned this result.

You were going to get up so Jamil could prepare something for the two of you to have a snack, when you heard something. The sound of an insect coming in and cetting closer to you. Jamil jumps and runs to the door leaving your tsum behind while his tsum uses you to hide. You feel it trembling against you. The insect lands on one of your cards and you see that it is a... little ladybug.

If your reaction is something like, ‘Aww, a cute ladybug.’ Jamil will complain, outraged.

You ask Jamil to bring you some jar with a lid with holes and leaves inside. When he asks you what for, you say that you're going to put the ladybug inside and release it in Ramshackle Dorm's garden. He thinks you're crazy but that's okay as long as you lock that thing up and take it away. He brings you an empty spice jar with two leaves inside. You ask if they are poisonous plants, he sighs and says no. You smell the leaves and they seem normal.

The ladybug was on your finger, you open the jar to put it inside but it flies back towards Jamil who screams and runs away again. When the ladybug returns, it goes after Jamil-tsum, who also starts to run away through the lounge. The ladybug finally lands on your tsum's head and the two of you put the insect in the jar and close it. You tell Jamil it's done.

When he comes back, you try your best to contain your laughter as you remember him running away from a ladybug, but he notices your little smile and looks at you sullenly, despite thanking you.

Something similar seems to happen with the tsums, but your tsum dosen't contain its laughter and Jamil-tsum attacks it with what appears to be tickles. After your tsum surrenders the two seem to start cuddling each other.

Jamil is embarrassed by this and pulls his hood even further to hide his blushing face.

You were walking around the school campus with your tsum in your arms when you arrived at the Courtyard. A group of Pomefiore students focused on photographing something separated you from Vil and Rook on the other side. You and your tsum noticed that they were photographing Vil's tsum, and it seemed to be enjoying the photoshoot itself.

Your tsum jumps from your arms to the ground and tries to pass between the feet of some students to get closer to Vil-tsum. But those students notice something moving near them and look down at your tsum.

“Aw, it's another tsum.” One of the students says.

“Yeah, but this one doesn't look like anything special.” Another student comments.

“In fact, it looks so ordinary.” A third student agrees. “Could you please not interfere with Vil's Tsum photos?”

Your tsum still tried to advance a little further, but the students stopped it by putting their feet in its way. And even if you were complaining, they didn't care, they were in the middle of a photo shoot, the staff and spectators shouldn't interfere.

“Listen, if your tsum was half as beautiful as Vil's tsum we might still consider it, but I don't believe his tsum would even want to be seen with yours.”

With this, your tsum becomes too sad to keep trying and returns depressed to you. It doesn't even jump into your arms, you have to bend down and pick it up.

Meanwhile, the photo shoot stops abruptly and you hear some students say: “What's wrong?”, “Why do you want to stop suddenly?”, “Did we do something wrong?”, “Have we crossed boundaries?”

You see the students in front of you make way for Vil's tsum. When it sees you, its eyes shine, but when it sees your tsum, sad and curled up in your arms it gets upset and turns aggressively towards the students.

They realize that the tsum is upset with them for insulting your tsum, but it doesn't know which one was and they start saying it was the other one.

“You're the one who said it didn't look like anything special!”

“’In fact, it looks so ordinary.’ that's what YOU said”

“And who said their tsum wasn't even half as beautiful as Vil's tsum?”

“At least have the decency to admit your rudeness.” Vil appears, also unpleased, and with Rook beside him. “None of you have the right to decide who can or cannot approach the tsum. It is the one who decides who deserves such a privilege.”

“What a disappointment to have dormmates with such little tolerance for other unique types of beauty.” Rook says sadly. “And so insensitive too. ‘I don't believe his tsum would even want to be seen with yours.’ Which of you has the courage to claim such a phrase?” Rook looks at the three main suspects with an amused smile but a menacing look.

Both Vil and his tsum got angry upon hearing this.

“It was him!” The other two pointed to the culprit.

“It is also quite ugly to denounce someone so shamelessly.” Vil rebuked them and clapped his hands decisively twice. “The photo shoot is over. Go back to your duties. And the three of you have a meeting scheduled with me later in the Pomefiore dorm. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes Housewarden. We regret our words.”

“I sure hope you do. But that won't lessen your punishment. You may go now.”

As the Pomefiore students leave, the others glaring at the three who insulted your tsum, Vil-tsum turns back to you and jumps into your arms, knowing that you would catch it. It cuddles up to your tsum as if it were comforting it, rubbing their cheeks and giving it kisses, or at least that's what it seemed like since tsum don't have mouths.

“How can they belittle such a demonstration of love and such a beautiful couple!” Rook says dramatically. “Je suis choqué!”

When you start having trouble holding two tsums at once, Vil approaches you and puts his arms around yours to help you.

“I am deeply sorry for the atrocities you heard.” He tells you in a soft voice but then smiled smugly. “You can help me think of an appropriate punishment if you like.”

Knowing that you were having difficulty holding them, your tsums end up jumping from your embrace to the ground. Your tsum still looks a little sad and Vil's tsum doesn't take its attention away from your tsum.

“Don't listen to them.” Vil says to your tsum. “Just because you don't fit their standards doesn't mean you're not beautiful. You should only care about the opinion of those who you really care about and who care about you.” He looks at you. “They are right about one thing, you two look ordinary.” He will smile in amusement if you look at him sulkily. “But who said that was ugly? The beauty of the ordinary is the most difficult to perceive, only those who truly recognize it deserve to appreciate it. And if you want to know my opinion, two extraordinary things become flashy, but one common thing brings balance and harmony. The kind of thing whose value and importance you only realize when it disappears.” He looks back at your tsum. “Don't listen to the opinions of ignorant people.”

Rook was crying with emotion and murmured how beautiful that moment had been. Your tsum, also moved by his words, jumps into Vil's arms. He almost got a fright, but he caught your tsum.

“*sigh* How cheeky.” Vil said, smiling softly. He holds your tsum as if he were holding a beloved baby.

Vil-tsum approaches you calmly, with an aura of dignity and sophistication. You lower yourself, kneeling on the ground and it climbs onto your lap. Like a cat demanding in the way you pet it.

Vil-tsum won't let anyone else take a picture of it unless they want to take a picture of it and your tsum together. If your tsum is too shy and doesn't want to take pictures, then Vil-tsum will also refuse.

Vil's tsum will try to convince him to give you and your tsum a beauty treatment. And if it doesn't succeed the first time, he'll steal Vil's cosmetics for your tsum. But since it's you, Vil ends up accepting.

Vil will have to keep an eye on Rook because he will become obsessed with your tsums together.

Your tsum was restless in Ramshackle Dorm and seemed to want to go somewhere. You picked it up and let it lead you out of the dorm. Your tsum made you pass through the Botanical Garden and the Alchemy Workshop until you reached the Hall of Mirrors, where it made you pass through the mirror that lead to Ignihyde. Once inside it doesn't take long for Ortho to appear to greet you.

“Hi (Y/N)!” He looks at the tsum in your arms. “Oh! You're back too. It's great to see you again! Are you here because of my big brother's tsum?”

And now you know why your tsum wanted to go there. Your tsum nods its little head. Ortho doesn't even bother to tell you where they are because they can only be in one place, but he says he'll have to leave because of the meeting with the Film Research Club and wishes you luck in dealing with his brother and his tsum. You go to Idia's room and knock on the door.

“Ortho? Did you forget something?” Idea asks instead of opening the door.

“No. It's me, (Y/N).”

He stammers your name in surprise. “W-w-w-what are you doing here?!”

You explain that your tsum was the one who took you to Ignihyde and that Ortho told you that an Idia lookalike had also appeared. Suddenly you hear a commotion inside the room and Idia asking in panic what it was doing.

The bedroom door opens. You see Idia lying on the floor in the middle of the room and in front of you an Idia-tsum staring at you. When your eyes meet his, his own sparkle and the blue in his hair takes on pink hues at the tips.

Your tsum jumps out of your arms and lands right on top of Idia-tsum. What no one expected, not even your tsum, was that Idia-tsum's reflex would be to take advantage of this to take your tsum, as if kidnapping it, to a kind of fortress made of cardboard boxes in the corner of the room.

“Welcome to the club.” Idia tells you as he stands up. “It also kidnapped my tablet. Now it has two captives.”

As soon as you enter, the door closes behind you again. You go to the cardboard boxes, kneel down and look inside. You see, through a gap in the boxes, the two tsums very close together playing a co-op game on the tablet.

“S-sorry about that.” Idia tells you embarrassed. “I can't get along with this tsum. I've been trying to get my tablet back for hours but it is so stubborn. ...What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

You think about it and say that if they stay calm like that until it's time for them to go back to their world, there shouldn't be any problems, right?

“OF COURSE THERE IS! MY LOGIN BONUSES! Why do you think I'm trying to get my tablet back?! Listen, I don't care what the tsums do as long as they don't cause me any problems or interfere with my games. And this tsum manages to do both. My room wasn't this disorganized before, but it keeps fighting me. You're good with delinquents, help me!”

If your tsum is really like you, it wants to get Idia-tsum out of those cardboard boxes like you want to get Idia out of his room. Which means if you have an idea you know your tsum will help you. You think about that co-op games and how Idia can be competitive when he believes he have a good chance of winning. Aka: in video games.

So you have an idea, but to do so you have to whisper the idea in the Idia's ear so the tsums don't hear. When you get closer he gets flustered. You suggest playing a 2 vs 2 game and invite the tsums to play, and encourages him to be as provocative as possible to ensure that his tsum accepts the challenge.

“And then what?" He whispers back to you "We'll have to entertain it while I get the tablet back.”

“I can handle that part.” you guarantee him.

You both follow the plan, luckily Idia has 4 controllers, probably because they are all different models. At first, Idia-tsum doesn't fall into the trap, but soon Idia's smugness kicks in

“Of course you don't accept the challenge. You don't even have opposing thumbs, how could you beat us?” The boxes move. “Or is it because you're a noob?” The boxes move again and it looks like Idia has an idea for the ultimate strike. “Oh, I see, it’s because your teammate is a normie who sucks at games.”

One of the boxes jumps like a spring and almost hits Idia in the face, as if whatever was underneath it had exploded. Idia-tsum jumps towards one of the controls with an irritated look and his hair completely red. Idia himself gives one of those scared YEPs, but for some reason he smiles when he sees that reaction from his tsum.

Your tsum jumps to the other controller next to Idia-tsum who looks at it and waves like a true duo preparing for battle. Idia gets prepered beside you and gives you a similar determined smile before he starts the game.

During the fighting game, it was as if Idia had forgotten about his tablet and whenever it seemed like you were having trouble he would get upset on your behalf and defend your character with his. His tsum did the same to your tsum.

It was only at the end of the round that Idia suddenly remembered the tablet and jumped out of his chair to pick it up from the floor next to the cardboard boxes. His tsum did the same thing, but you managed to catch it in time and held it in your arms with a strong hug. It struggled at first, but when it remembered that it was you who was grabbing it, its hair turned completely pink and it covered its eyes with its little hands.

“I collected...”  Idia raises the tablet in his hands. “The Tablet!”

He looks at you with a triumphant smile, but if you are giving his tsum affection and kisses because it’s so cute, the tips of Idia's hair will also turn pink and he will be flustered.

Your tsum will jump right up to his face and give him some affection too, like rubbing its little face against his cheek.

“H-h-h-h-have you never heard of personal space?!”

You were walking with your tsum in your arms around the school campus when Lilia suddenly appeared.

“You're back!” Lilia surprises you and your tsum by appearing upside down in front of you. “Hi (Y/N)-tsum. It's so good to see you again. This is actually perfect.” He turns around and puts his feet on the ground. “You see, a Malleus-like tsum also appeared.” You feel your tsum move happily in your arms. “And Malleus decided to throw a party for it. I was looking for you to invite you, but now that I see that your tsum is back I know that both Malleus would love to have both of you at the party.

Your tsum gets so excited that it almost falls out of your arms.

“Good thing you're excited, because we're already late. Come with me. The party has already started.”

Lilia accompanies you and your tsum to Diasomnia. The lounge is full of Diasomnia students paying attention to Malleus and his tsum. Lilia asks you to follow him down the stairs and when you reach the last step the students in front of you look at you and respectfully make way between you and the two Malleus. Like soldiers taking positions on both sides of the road.

The two Malleus look confused to see what the students were doing and when the two tsums' eyes meet your tsum jumps out of your arms and hops towards Malleus-tsum very quickly. Some of the students (Sebek included) took one step forward to stop your tsum from "attacking" Malleus' tsum, but stop immediately at Lilia's signal.

Malleus-tsum did not move, excitedly waiting for your tsum to reach it. Your tsum did indeed attack Malleus' tsum, but with love and affection. Your tsum gave it a lot of affection and Malleus' tsum simply accepted it with smiling eyes, only occasionally reciprocating the affection. Malleus also looked at your tsum with a special affection in his eyes.

You approached the tsums to get a better look at Malleus’s. It approached you with that dignity that Malleus himself also has, looked at you for a few seconds and bowed. All the other students at Diasmonia suddenly did the same. Even Sebek, although he did so a little reluctantly.

You bowed back and asked if you could pet it. The other students looked at you again with extreme attention and some held their breath. Malleus-tsum pondered, creating suspense in the lounge, but then it made that happy tsum sound and jumped into your arms, super happy. It accepts any and all affection coming from you and it doesn't matter how strong your hug is, just like Malleus his tsum is also extremely strong and resistant.

Meanwhile, your tsum also jumps into Malleus' arms without warning. Hence the students' gasps echoing through the lounge.

“So fearless, jumping towards me like that.” Malleus smiled smugly. “You really don't fear that I might crush you?”

The other students were wary, but your tsum didn't seem to care what he was saying and jumped onto the top of his head, nestling between his two horns. Once again the students gasped in fear. Only Lilia and Silver were calm. Lilia was laughing.

“My liege, please forgive this insulting-” Sebek said, but was quickly interrupted by Malleus's good-natured laughter.

“How cheeky. I wonder who gave you permission to go up there.” He raises his arm to bring his hand closer to your Tsum in his head, touching its little nose affectionately before patting its head.

While you were hugging Malleus-tsum, one of its horns stung your cheek. It immediately stopped and looked at you worriedly when it heard you say ‘ouch’. When it realized it had hurt you, its little eyes watered. You said it was okay, that it hadn't really hurt you, it was just a little sting, you were fine, you hadn't even gotten a mark. But even so, you had to keep comforting it.

After that, Malleus-tsum wanted to dance with you and Malleus with your tsum. You did so. And the next one, the two tsums wanted to dance together. Following this same logic, Malleus invited you to dance.

At the end of the party, when your tsum gets tired, Malleus-tsum will accompany it to you and Malleus who are sitting together. But your tsum will lie on Malleus' lap, and he will pet it lovingly. Likewise, Malleus-tsum will lie down on your lap, even if it is not tired. It is extremely happy for you to pet it.

Malleus laughs happily when your tsum turns over onto its back so he can give it belly rubs.

Malleus-tsum looks at you and Malleus and thinks you're not close enough. It jumps from your lap to your side and gives you a little nudge on the leg with one of its little horns. You jump and lean against Malleus. You apologize, but Malleus still puts an arm around you. And now satisfied, his tsum returns to your lap, which is so close to Malleus' lap that the two tsums can nestle together too.

You were walking around the school campus with your tsum, but it got tired of always walking in your arms and now it was jumping around by your side.

You were crossing the bridge that led to the Mystery Shop grounds when your tsum, who was jumping on the edge of the bridge, slipped and fell into the water below you. The current took your tsum to the lake in front of the Hall of Mirrors building, you followed it running. Your tsum managed to grab onto a ledge in the rocks very close to the waterfall.

You didn't know what to do. You couldn't get down there and there was nothing to help you.

But at that moment something jumped into the water near your Tsum, grabbed onto it and grew so big that it was blocking the passage to the waterfall. It was Silver's tsum!

And speaking of him, Silver appears right after and uses his magic to make your tsum levitate and fly back into your arms. But what about his tsum? The water coming from the lake was accumulating and creating more pressure on the tsum.

But the two Silvers seemed to understand each other well and the Tsum quickly returned to its normal size and let itself fall down the waterfall, but Silver managed to use his magic to catch it in the middle of the fall and bring it back to land safe and sound.

Your tsum jumped out of your arms to hug Silver-tsum, who hugged it back, or at least the tsum version of a strong and affectionate hug.

If you do the same to Silver to thank him, he will be surprised at first, but will hug you back gently with a smile on his face.

“I'm glad you and your tsum are safe now.” Silver tells you. “My tsum and I fell asleep nearby. We both woke up to the sound of something falling into the water and your fright.”

Neither your tsum nor silver's tsum wanted to let go of each other.

“Were you heading back to your dorm? We will accompany you.”

He used his magic to dry your tsum and you for grabbing it right after it came out of the water. Your tsums seemed to agree on something and then your tsum jumped into Silver's arms while Silver-tsum jumped into yours. Your tsum was nestling in Silver's arms, while his tsum was on guard and alert to your surroundings.

“I think they want me to protect your tsum while my lookalike protects you.” Silver assumes, placing his arms protectively around your tsum.

You go to Ramshackle Dorm together and as soon as you arrive in the lounge, your two tsums go to the sofa and snuggle up very close. And now in a safe place and next to your tsum, Silver-tsum falls asleep very soundly. Both you and your tsum find it funny how soft he looks when he sleeps so deeply.

“There goes another attempt to stay awake for as long as possible.” Silver says smiling, also finding it funny. “But I can't blame it. I also feel very relaxed around you.”

You stay with your tsums in the lounge. There's a good chance Silver will fall asleep next to you. Or on your lap if you let him.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

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✦ "Made with You in Mind"

Synopsis: They say the way to someone’s heart is through their stomach but for you it’s more than that. Cooking is how you care. Whether it’s a warm lunchbox tucked into their hands before a long day or pastries made to match their favorite flavor, you show your love through every detail,texture, seasoning, presentation, and intent.

Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Leona Kingscholar,Idia Shroud, Riddle Rosehearts,Lilia Vanrouge,Silver

VIL SCHOENHEIT

The late morning sun filters softly through the tall windows of the art studio wing, casting long, gentle shadows on the polished floor. Vil stands near the window, brushing invisible dust from his impeccably tailored jacket, eyes scanning a sketchbook filled with delicate designs for his next performance costume.

You approach quietly, clutching the lunchbox you packed for him earlier that morning, along with a small paper bag containing a freshly baked pastry. The scent of lavender and butter trails behind you, a quiet announcement of your presence.

Vil turns, his sharp purpule eyes locking onto you instantly. There’s a flicker of surprise before the usual cool composure settles over his face.

“For me?” he asks, voice smooth but tinged with something softer, almost curious.

You nod, handing over the lunchbox wrapped in a pale blue cloth embroidered with tiny blossoms,a small detail you added just for him. “I made it myself. Thought you might like something fresh for lunch.”

Vil lifts the cloth, revealing the compartmentalized box filled with delicate finger sandwiches,smoked salmon on rye, cucumber with cream cheese, and an edible flower tucked into the corner. There’s a small container of dressing, a perfectly boiled quail egg sliced in half, and a fresh fruit salad with perfectly sliced berries.

He inhales deeply, the faintest smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Your attention to detail is unparalleled,” he murmurs, eyes flicking up to meet yours with genuine appreciation.

Then, he reaches for the paper bag and carefully pulls out a lavender-infused croissant you baked early this morning. The pastry is golden, flaky, and dusted lightly with powdered sugar. Vil holds it delicately between his fingers, as if it’s a rare treasure.

“You really do put your soul into this, don’t you?” he says softly, almost to himself. “It’s more than food. It’s art.”

You shrug shyly “I just wanted to make something that makes your day a little better.”

Vil’s gaze lingers on you, warm and unexpectedly tender. “You have a rare gift,making even the smallest moments feel luxurious. I find myself looking forward to these lunches more than I expected.”

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Vil’s pride is usually reserved for his appearance and talents, but your cooking touches a different part of him,the part that craves genuine care and comfort behind the perfection. He keeps your lunchbox close, sometimes sneaking small bites between rehearsals, always savoring the way you think about every flavor and presentation.

He doesn’t say it outright, but those pastries become a secret ritual, a daily reminder that someone sees him beyond the flawless facade. Occasionally, when you meet after school, he’ll offer small compliments not just on the food, but on the way you quietly brighten his world without demanding anything in return.

Though Vil rarely shows vulnerability, with you, he lets down his guard just enough. Sometimes, he asks about your favorite recipes or requests something new, always with the polite but genuine enthusiasm he’s mastered.

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Back in the present moment, Vil takes a delicate bite of the croissant, eyes closing briefly as he lets the buttery, fragrant layers melt on his tongue.

“You’ve outdone yourself,” he admits quietly. “If this is your way of speaking affection, consider me fluent.”

You laugh, the sound light and genuine, and for a moment, the weight of the day feels lighter.

Vil straightens, slipping the lunchbox under his arm. “I suppose I must return the favor someday. Perhaps a private showing, accompanied by a dish of your choosing?”

You nod, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “It’s a date.”

With a final glance, Vil offers a small, rare smile before turning to leave,his steps confident but somehow softer, as if carrying a bit of your kindness with him.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

The botanical garden is alive with vibrant greenery and blooming flowers, the air thick with the scent of earth and petals. Shafts of sunlight filter through the high canopy, casting dappled patterns on the soft moss and fallen leaves that carpet the ground.

Leona is sprawled casually beneath a large tree, his back resting against its gnarled trunk. His striking green eyes half-close as he watches the leaves sway gently overhead, lost in the garden’s peaceful hum.

You approach quietly, careful not to disturb the tranquility, carrying a well-worn lunchbox and a small container tied with a leather string. The warm scent of cinnamon and toasted nuts drifts ahead of you on the breeze.

Leona’s ears twitch, and he opens his eyes to meet your gaze. “You’re late,” he say sitting up just enough to brush some stray leaves off his shoulder.

“Got caught up making something special,” you say with a soft smile, sitting down beside him on the cool grass. You set the lunchbox carefully between you.

He lifts the lid, revealing a hearty meal,warm meat and thick slices of herb-infused bread, and a handful of roasted nuts and dried fruit for quick energy.

Leona’s green eyes soften as you reach for the second container, pulling out freshly baked pecan cinnamon rolls, their golden swirls sticky with glaze and still warm to the touch.

Without hesitation, he takes one, sinking his teeth into the gooey pastry. His eyes close briefly as the rich flavors wash over him. “Hmph. Not bad.”

You laugh, heart warmed by the rare compliment. “That means a lot coming from you.”

---

Leona isn’t one to openly enjoy soft moments or ask for comfort, but the botanical garden is a secret haven where he lets his guard down. Your lunches and pastries become a ritual of trust and quiet companionship, a break from the wild chaos inside and outside him.

He often comes here alone, but now, with you sitting nearby, the peace feels deeper.

---

“Don’t get soft on me,” Leona warns, licking the glaze from his fingers. “But… this is better than I expected.”

You shrug, smiling gently. “Glad you like it.”

His green eyes flick to yours, sharper but somehow warmer. “You always make things I didn’t know I wanted.”

“Just trust me a little,” you say, nudging him playfully.

Leona lets out a low chuckle and leans back against the tree trunk, close enough that your shoulders brush. The garden’s gentle sounds,the rustling leaves, distant birdsong, and the soft buzzing of insects,wrap around you like a quiet embrace.

In the heart of the botanical garden, surrounded by life and stillness, you realize these moments,the lunches, the pastries, the shared silence are more than food. They are threads weaving a bond between two souls who find peace in each other’s company.

IDIA SHROUD

The Ignihyde dorm is as dim and quiet as ever, save for the gentle hum of servers

You knock lightly on Idia door, balancing a lunchbox wrapped in a fabric printed with chibi gaming mascots. In your other hand is a small container of sweets, warm and still smelling of vanilla and sugar. The knock echoes once, twice,then silence.

You wait. A long pause. Then, finally, the door creaks open by just a few inches.

A single glowing yellow eye peeks out from behind the gap, wreathed in soft blue hair.

“Y-you came. Like… IRL,” Idia mutters, blinking like a startled cat. “Wow. Achievement unlocked: Surprise Social Encounter.”

You hold out the lunchbox with a shy smile. “I brought food. You’ve probably forgotten to eat again.”

The door opens a bit wider, just enough to reveal his face flushed red, eyes flicking between you and the food like you're some kind of rare event drop. “Wait, wait, hold up. You—cooked this? For me? Why? Was this… a dare? Or like… some kind of social experiment?”

“Just because I care,” you say simply. “And because you never come to the cafeteria, and I thought you’d like something warm that wasn’t instant ramen or sad toast.”

He stares, visibly short-circuiting, then accepts the box with both hands like it’s a sacred relic.

You’ve packed simple rice balls, bite-sized teriyaki chicken skewers, rolled omelets with tiny heart toothpicks, and neatly sliced strawberries. It’s not fancy, but it’s colorful, charming, and obviously made with care.

The sweets are extra soft matcha cookies stuffed with gooey white chocolate, paired with a fluffy butter cake shaped like a controller

Idia turns and scuttles back inside like a crab, leaving the door open enough for you to follow. His room glows gently with blue light from dozens of monitors and floating holograms. He clears a space on a cluttered desk, pushing aside model kits and half-finished consoles.

“Y-you didn’t have to go all-out like this,” he mumbles, already nibbling one of the rice balls. He makes a strangled noise of delight and immediately grabs another. “Ohmygod. This is… this is better than food mods. It’s… so good it’s breaking my speech syntax.”

You laugh, watching his shoulders relax. “I figured if I couldn’t get you to leave the dorm, I’d bring something that makes you feel better in here.”

---

Idia has never been good with people, let alone gestures of care. He’s used to being avoided, feared, or misunderstood so when you show up, not only remembering his tastes but offering him homemade food, it completely disarms him.

He replays the moment over and over in his head later like a favorite cutscene, memorizing the way you smiled, the way the food smelled, the warmth in your voice. Even when he’s gaming, he pauses to look at the empty lunchbox with an almost wistful stare.

---

Back in the present, you hand him the container of sweets. Idia opens it reverently and takes a bite of the warm, gooey cookie. He freezes, mouth full, and stares at you like you just hacked into his heart’s mainframe.

“This is… like… the kind of event item that heals all your HP and buffs you for the final boss,” he whispers.

You sit beside him on the floor, surrounded by glowing cables and soft fans, watching his expression shift between disbelief and quiet happiness.

He glances your way shyly, tugging his hoodie lower. “If—if you brought me food like this every day, I’d actually… I dunno. Go outside. Once.”

You raise an eyebrow, teasing. “You’d brave sunlight for me?”

He hesitates… then grins sheepishly. “Okay no, but I’d open the curtains.”

You laugh, and for a moment, the room feels a little warmer. A little brighter.

You didn’t expect pastries and lunchboxes to mean so much to someone like Idia but maybe that’s what makes it special. The quiet comfort, the thoughtfulness… in a world that often overwhelms him, your care cuts through the static.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

The Heartslabyul rose garden is quiet in the early afternoon, bathed in sunlight and the soft rustle of trimmed hedges swaying in the breeze. The red and white blooms sway gently, perfectly maintained, httpevery petal, every leaf, arranged under strict rules.

Riddle sits at one of the garden’s round tea tables, a stack of books beside his teacup and a faint crease between his brows. You know that look well: he’s been studying for hours again, ignoring lunch in favor of perfection.

You step onto the stone path with practiced steps, a lunchbox tucked carefully under your arm and a smaller box of pastries nestled in your bag.

Riddle doesn’t look up at first. “If this is about the new garden rule on hedge trimming—”

“It’s not,” you interrupt with a small smile. “It’s about you not eating again.”

That gets his attention. Riddle blinks, glancing up. “I… I was going to, eventually.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Well,” he mutters, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. “Maybe I forgot. Just a little.”

You sit down across from him, placing the lunchbox on the table with care. It’s wrapped in red cloth with embroidered roses and tied in a neat bow,something you chose on purpose.

When he unwraps it, his expression shifts. Inside: a dainty, balanced meal that aligns with all the dorm’s nutritional guidelines and Riddle’s sense of order. Neatly sliced sandwiches with fresh cucumbers and herbs, a small spinach quiche in a heart-shaped tin, and a side of cherry tomatoes cut into roses. Everything in perfect proportions, color-matched, and beautifully arranged.

“…You really took time to do all this,” he says, voice quieter than before.

You slide the second box toward him. “And for dessert,strawberry tart. Your favorite.”

His eyes widen, and the color in his face deepens. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did.”

---

Riddle grew up in a household where food was strictly regulated,

and certainly never made with affection. So when you bring him these lunchboxes so thoughtfully arranged, customized for his preferences, and without being asked it completely disarms him.

He’ll act like it’s expected at first (“It’s only proper to eat at regular intervals”), but he’s lying to himself. The truth is, it makes his chest feel warm and tight. He polishes off every bite with careful manners, but also with quiet enthusiasm he’s trying very hard to hide.

Later, he’ll blush furiously if anyone mentions it.

---

Back in the garden, hold carefully the slid of tarte and takes a bite… and closes his eyes.

“This is…” he exhales, letting the flaky sweetness melt on his tongue. “Perfect.”

You watch him for a moment, letting the silence stretch between you. It’s not awkward,it’s full, like the air is heavy with something unsaid.

He sets the slice of tart down, then meets your gaze. “Thank you. I know I can be… strict. Overbearing, even. But you—” He hesitates, then clears his throat. “You’re very considerate. I notice it. Even when I don’t say anything.”

You smile, and he looks down quickly, flustered.

“And if you insist on feeding me like this,” he adds, his tone going firm as if issuing a rule, “then I insist on you joining me. From now on.”

You laugh softly. “So that’s a rule now?”

“Absolutely,” he says with a faint smile. “One I won’t enforce with collars or shouting but I will be… disappointed if you miss a lunch.”

You reach into your bag again and pull out a final surprise: a small cake in the form of a crown.

Riddle looks at it like you’ve handed him the crown of the Queen of Hearts herself.

“You’re ridiculous,” he murmurs. “And wonderful.”

He takes a bite. You swear you see his shoulders relax for the first time all day.

LILIA VANROUGE

You find him in the old courtyard behind Ramshackle, nestled between ivy-covered walls and wild roses that long escaped their garden beds. This forgotten corner of the school is half-claimed by nature, the ground soft with moss and dandelions pushing up through the cracks.

Lilia sits cross-legged atop a half-buried marble bench, humming softly to himself, surrounded by fluttering moths and the faint scent of damp stone and blooming honeysuckle. His hair is lit gently by the slanting sun, and his eyes are closed like he’s listening to a memory.

You don’t say anything at first. Just step closer, lunchbox in hand, your steps muffled by the moss underfoot.

He opens one eye and grins without looking. “I could hear your heartbeat from the other side of the ruins, you know.”

“Then you definitely heard your stomach growling too,” you quip, sitting beside him on the warm, weathered marble.

“Touché,” he chuckles, already peeking into the lunchbox as you hand it over.

Inside: sweet rice balls shaped like tiny sakura petals, grilled eggplant brushed with miso, marinated lotus root, and a delicate tamagoyaki cut into perfect spirals. The box is old-fashioned in design, with painted cranes on the lacquered lid,a little vintage. You picked it just for him.

“You spoil me,” Lilia hums as he lifts a rice ball and inspects it like fine jewelry. “You even shaped them like flowers. I should retire as a general and become your loyal taste-tester.”

“I thought you already had retired—”

He laughs, eyes shining. “Only from the battlefield. Not from mischief.”

---

Your lunches, your handmade pastries, the way you walk across the cracked courtyard just to hand him something warm… it roots him.

He tells you stories when you eat together. Not always the full truth, but always a version that sounds like a lullaby or an old tale by the fire. He tries not to show it, but your quiet care touches something deep,something from the days when his armor was heavier, and his heart was lonelier.

He keeps the notes you sometimes leave in the lunchbox. Pretends to laugh at them. But folds them up neatly and keeps them tucked between the pages of old spellbooks.

---

After the last bite of lotus root, you pass him the dessert box: hand-rolled matcha mochi, filled with sweet red bean and garnished with dried sakura petals. Each one rests in a tiny paper cup.

He whistles. “You’ve outdone yourself again, dear. Even I couldn’t dream up something so elegant.”

You laugh. “Which is why you’re not allowed in the kitchen anymore.”

“Oh, come now,” he teases, taking a bite of tamagoyaki. “One tiny incident with the soy sauce bottle and suddenly I’m exiled.”

You lean against the cool edge of the bench, watching as he eats slowly, as if to stretch the moment out just a little longer.

“I hope,” he says suddenly, “that you’ll keep feeding me even when I’m old and grayer than I am now.”

“Lilia, you haven’t aged in hundreds of years.”

He hums thoughtfully. “All the more reason to stay alive a little longer… if only for dessert.”

You laugh, and for once, he doesn't make a joke or wink. He just smiles, quiet and peaceful.

A breeze stirs the ivy. Somewhere nearby, the crows call to each other like distant bells. You sit together as the shadows stretch over the cracked stones, and Lilia hums again something old and wordless, meant only for you.

SILVER

It was a warm, quiet afternoon.The willow tree by the pond bowed its branches low, filtering the sunlight into pale green ribbons. Beneath it, leaning against the thick trunk with his arms crossed and his breathing slow, was Silver. Asleep. Again.

You’d stopped being surprised by it long ago.

You approached slowly, lunchbox in hand, careful not to snap a twig or rustle the tall grass. A pair of butterflies fluttered around your ankles as you knelt beside him. His expression was peaceful, eyelashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks, silver hair swaying slightly in the breeze. He looked like something from a fairytale, caught between two worlds. Luckily for you he seem to be already half awake as he stirred and slowly sit up. “Mmm... you smell like sugar,” he mumbled.

You blinked, then laughed quietly. “Well, I did bring dessert.”

That got a reaction. His eyes fluttered open,slow, hazy, but warm and a faint smile touched his lips. “You really came... I was dreaming about you.”

You looked away, flustered. “Did I at least bring pastries in the dream?”

“Yes,” he murmured. “But you were flying. And there were swans.”

You offered the bento box instead of a reply, and he took it gently, like it was something precious. The cloth wrap was light blue, embroidered with sleeping foxes. Inside: soft tamago sandwiches cut into neat triangles, a side of sautéed spinach with sesame seeds, delicate potato croquettes shaped like tiny bears, and slices of juicy orange arranged like sunrays.

He sat up straight and blinked at the contents, then at you. “You really went all out again…”

“You work hard,” you replied simply. “Even if you don’t stay awake for half of it.”

---

Silver is deeply touched by acts of quiet care. You don’t need grand gestures to move him,just showing up, remembering his favorite snack,

or keeping him company while he naps is enough. Your homemade lunches make him feel like someone’s waiting for him, watching over him for once.

He rarely asks for anything, but when you surprise him with a warm lunchbox or a freshly baked pastry, his ears go pink and he always thanks you in that soft, slow way. He’ll usually ask for your company while he eats, even if you say nothing at all.

On especially hard days, when training has worn him down or dreams have left him shaken, your food is the only thing that brings color back to his face. He never says it directly, but in his heart, he thinks of you as home.

---

After finishing the croquettes, he picks up the small dessert box, a pair of lemon butter cookies in the shape of stars, with a soft vanilla glaze and just a touch of edible glitter.

He holds one up toward the sunlight and tilts his head. “It sparkles,” he murmurs. “Like the dream...”

“Eat it before it melts,” you tease.

He does, carefully. Then sets the box aside, leans back against the tree again, and closes his eyes not to sleep but just to breathe beside you.

The pond glistens nearby, dragonflies skimming the surface. A single feather floats in the water. The willow branches sway in time with your thoughts.

“Thank you,” he says after a long silence. “Not just for the food. For... being here.”

And under the shade of the willow, between dream and waking, time stretches just a little longer than usual.

English is not my first language !

[nekonaps0]

WHAT ABT UNEXPECTED KISS BUT THE OTHER WAY?? Again, with second year boys, who, after some time of having a crush on reader, finally can't take it anymore and go for a kiss? Maybe with more focus on what exactly the reader did, what was the factor that made them go "Yep, that's it. You're getting smooched. 🧍" Hehe. That would be pretty cool I think

[ Also maybe I could be a 🌀anon, if you name your anons that is? :3 ]

Sudden kiss

✦gn!reader

✦characters: second years

Riddle Rosehearts

You had a habit of bringing him treats from Heartslabyul’s kitchen, a small “thank you for tutoring you in history”. But today, you brought strawberries. Not just any strawberries, ones you'd carefully dipped in chocolate and packaged in a little box with a handwritten tag that said:

“For the best tutor in all of NRC! Don’t forget to treat yourself!”

He’d gone stiff reading it, his cheeks flushing an alarming shade of red. You didn't think much of it, you always gave people sweet things. You were just nice like that.

But Riddle… Riddle was suffering.

He wasn’t just fond of you. He liked you painfully, and had been suppressing it for months, convinced he couldn’t allow himself to act on it, not with the way his heart skipped every time you smiled at him.

But when you reached forward, gently brushed some chocolate off the corner of his mouth, and giggled… that was it.

“Honestly, Riddle. You’re always so neat. What happened?”

He grabbed your wrist, suddenly firm, and his voice trembled as he said

“Y/N. May I…kiss you?”

You didn’t have time to answer. His lips were already on yours, brief, nervous, but utterly sincere.

Afterward, he looked horrified with himself. “I-I’m sorry! I shouldn’t—“

But you kissed him again. “Don’t be sorry! Specially not when you making me this happy!” you smiled into the kiss.

Ruggie Bucchi

You were laughing, hard.

Ruggie had just tripped over a mop bucket in the hallway during a cleaning shift, water everywhere, and instead of judging him like anyone else might… you were doubled over, trying not to choke on your laughter.

“Ruggie—! Are you okay? Oh my Seven, that was amazing!”

He groaned, dripping and scowling as he pulled himself up.

“Geez, glad I could entertain ya…”

But when he glanced at you again, you were kneeling in front of him with a towel, gently dabbing at his soaked shirt and hair, still chuckling softly under your breath.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you fall on your face.”

And that… that did it.

It was the look on your face. Like you genuinely cared. Like you didn’t see him as some scrappy scavenger or petty thief, but someone worth doting on. Someone worth laughing with.

His chest tightened.

He looked at you. Smiling. Close. So warm. “Y’know,” he said, voice low and almost sheepish, “you shouldn’t say stuff like that if you don’t mean it.”

“What if I do?”

“Then I’m sorry in advance.”

And he leaned in.

Quick. A little messy. His hands still damp. But when his lips touched yours, all that nervous energy melted into the kiss.

You pulled back, wide eyed. “...That was long overdue,” you whispered.

He grinned, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah? Good. ‘Cause I’m not sorry after all.” He chuckled.

Azul Ashengrotto

You didn’t even mean to do it.

Azul had been working late at the Lounge, poring over paperwork at the bar with three untouched cups of coffee. He looked exhausted, the bags under his eyes darker than usual. You swung by to bring him a snack and check in on him, as you often did. But instead of just handing him the food and leaving…

You leaned in from behind, reached over his shoulders, and carefully placed a sandwich beside his hand.

“You’ve been working too hard again, Azul,” you murmured, your voice warm and low by his ear. “Take care of yourself, will you? I don’t want to worry.”

He froze. The pen in his hand stalled mid stroke. His breath caught in his throat.

Because you said it so casually, like you always did, like it was nothing, and yet it was everything to him. You saw him. Cared about him. Not because of a contract. Not because of his business.

Just because he was Azul.

You stepped away without realizing you’d just detonated something in his heart. He stood slowly, walked around the counter, and called your name softly. You turned.

“Azul?”

“Why… do you always do this?”

“Do what?”

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and cupped your cheek with one gloved hand.

“Make it so difficult to not fall in love with you.”

And before you could reply, he pulled you into a kiss, slow, deliberate, and deeply emotional. There was no calculation in it, no fine print. Just Azul, laying down all his walls in a single, silent moment.

When he pulled away, he was flushed and breathless. “I… hope that wasn’t too forward.”

You laughed softly, brushing your thumb over his jaw. “No. But I might ask for another one.”

His smile cracked wide open, the real kind, unguarded and all his.

Floyd Leech

You were always a bit bold around Floyd, most people weren’t. But you? You teased him, poked at him, and called him your favorite “chaotic eel boy” like it was a nickname reserved just for him.

And for some reason, he never got bored of you.

He was sprawled out on a bench after skipping class when you came over and tossed a juice box at him.

“You didn’t eat lunch, did you?”

“Aww, look at you~ So thoughtful, Shrimpy~” he drawled, biting into the straw with a smirk. “Wanna feed it to me with a spoon next?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “If you’re good. But you’ve gotta earn that kind of attention.”

That got him.

His mismatched eyes widened just slightly before narrowing with interest. He sat up slowly, watching you with a wolfish grin.

“Earn it, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” you said, tossing your bag down beside him. “Special treatment’s only for boys who behave.”

“Heh...”

He suddenly leaned forward, crowding your space with the lazy grace of a predator who’d finally found a reason to pounce.

“Say that again, Shrimpy. Say I gotta earn your affection.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn't back away. Instead, you leaned into his space.

“You heard me, didn’t you?”

And that was it.

His hand shot up to cup the back of your neck as he crashed his mouth to yours, quick, rough, and hungry. You barely had time to react before he pulled away with a sharp breath, his lips curled into a grin that was both feral and flushed.

“Guess I’ll just have to steal it then.”

You blinked, stunned, then laughed breathlessly.“I’d like to see you try.”

“Don’t tempt me, Shrimpy~”

Jade Leech

You always had this… uncanny way of teasing Jade. You knew exactly how to toe the line with him, subtle, clever remarks, quiet smiles, and compliments laced with playful sarcasm. Most people stayed far away from provoking Jade. But not you.

You thrived on walking the edge of that knife.

Today, you’d stopped by Mostro Lounge with some paperwork he needed. He thanked you politely, as always. But when he reached to take the file from your hand, you held onto it, leaned in, and said with that infuriatingly sweet tone:

“What would you do without me, Jade?”

His smile didn’t waver. But his grip on the folder tightened slightly. “A curious question. Shall I list the many tragic possibilities?”

“Or,” you said, smirking, “you could just admit I’m your favorite person and be done with it.”

That was it.

He tilted his head, gaze narrowing, hungry, calculating, amused. You were close. Too close. And you knew what you were doing.

“You always play with fire, don’t you?” he said, his voice low and velvety. “And yet, you seem surprised when it burns.”

“Maybe I like the heat.”

“Mm. Then allow me to indulge you.”

Before you could fire back with another quip, Jade stepped forward and caught your chin between his fingers. His lips brushed yours, soft, precise. When you didn’t pull away, he deepened it slightly, pressing his hand against your lower back.

When he pulled back, his voice was still smooth, but a little breathless. “That’s one favor I won’t charge you for.”

You blinked, dazed. “...Did you just kiss me because I said I was your favorite?”

“No,” he said, smiling with dangerous affection. “I kissed you because it’s been agonizing to wait this long.”

Kalim Al-Asim

With Kalim, things were always cheerful, always loud, always fun. You’d spent the afternoon helping him set up decorations for yet another Scarabia party, floating lanterns, rainbow colored glass beads strung from the ceiling.

He twirled under them with his arms out like a kid, glowing with joy.

“Isn’t it amazing? Look how it sparkles, Y/N!”

You laughed, helping him hang the last of the ribbons. “It’s beautiful, Kalim. But don’t you think you went a little overboard?”

“No way!” He turned toward you, beaming. “The world needs more color! More smiles! More light! Just like you!”

You blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah! You make every room feel sunny!”

Your heart stuttered. Kalim always said sweet things, but for some reason, that one hit different. You turned to tie a bow around one of the columns, trying to hide your flustered expression. But he followed you, bouncing beside you like a golden retriever in human form.

Then, when you looked up to tell him something, he just froze.

You were backlit by golden lantern light, ribbon clutched in one hand, grinning at him with sparkles in your eyes. And it just hit him.

You’re the brightest thing in the room.

His voice dropped. “Can I try something?”

“Uh... sure?”

He leaned in, almost shy for once, and gently, almost reverently kissed you. It was soft and warm, like a sunbeam.

When he pulled back, he was glowing. “Sorry! I just… I really like you, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore!”

You stared at him, stunned. Then you smiled, reached out, and tugged him back in by the front of his shirt.

“Then don’t hold back.”

Jamil Viper

Jamil had been holding back for months.

He knew it wasn’t wise to indulge in a crush. He wasn’t like Kalim… free to chase affection openly. He had responsibilities, expectations, a reputation to maintain. So instead, he watched you from afar, silently helping you behind the scenes, always masking his affection behind tired sighs and veiled comments.

But today... something broke.

You were in the kitchen helping him prep Scarabia’s dinner… poorly. You tried to flip a pan full of veggies and nearly launched it across the counter. Jamil caught the handle behind you in record time, steadying both it and you with his arms wrapped around your sides.

“Careful,” he muttered near your ear, voice low.

“Oops! thanks, Jamil. You’re my hero,” you teased, looking up at him with an impish smile. “What would I do without you?”

And that was the moment.

That look. That tone. That stupid sparkle in your eyes like you had no idea how much of a mess you were making him. Like you hadn’t just taken a sledgehammer to his emotional defenses.

He stepped back quickly, covering his mouth with his hand.

You blinked. “Jamil?”

“I told myself I wouldn’t do this,” he muttered.

“Do what?”

“...This.” He closed the space between you again, swiftly, purposefully and kissed you. His hands were careful, his body tense like he couldn’t believe he’d finally snapped. And when he pulled back, his eyes searched your face desperately for rejection.

But all he got was a stunned, breathless smile.

“...Wow,” you whispered.

“Sorry,” he said, voice hoarse. “I couldn’t—”

“Do it again.”

He froze.

You leaned up and kissed him this time, hands cupping his jaw like you’d been the one waiting all along.

“Next time,” you said against his lips, “warn me first. I almost dropped the pan again.”

Jamil huffed a breath of laughter, half embarrassed, half relieved.

“You’re a menace.”

Silver

Silver had always admired you from a quiet distance. You were energy where he was calm. Vibrance where he was still. But there was something about your presence, gentle, patient, a little chaotic, but always kind, that stirred something warm and persistent inside him.

Even when he drifted off mid-sentence, you never teased him for it. You just let him rest his head on your shoulder or let him doze peacefully on your lap. You treated his silence not as boredom but as being, and he found himself constantly drawn to that quiet understanding.

And then, today, something shifted.

You were walking together after feeding the animals in the forest. You’d just told him a story, some funny little memory from your childhood and ended it with a laugh, eyes bright and cheeks pink from the chill.

He was barely listening to the words anymore. He was watching your face.

Then you looked up at him, smile softening.

“You always take such good care of everyone, Silver. You deserve someone to take care of you too, y’know?”

The words hit him harder than you probably meant them to.

You always looking out for him. You always seeing him, even when he was quiet, even when he was tired. And now you were standing there.

“That’s... a very kind thing to say,” he murmured.

“It’s not kindness. It’s the truth.”

He turned toward you fully. He reached out as if on instinct, brushing a stray leaf from your hair and then lingered. His fingers hesitated just by your jaw.

“You make me feel awake.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Every time I look at you,” he whispered, “I forget I’m supposed to be tired.”

And then, slowly, cautiously, deliberately, he leaned in and kissed you. It wasn’t impulsive, it was something he’d been carrying in his heart for far too long. And he kissed you like someone memorizing a dream they didn’t want to wake from. You melted into him with a stunned little gasp, your hands gripping his shirt.

When he pulled away, your eyes were wide but shining.

“Silver…”

“I’m sorry if that was—”

“Do it again,” you breathed, smiling now. “And don’t apologize.”

This time, you kissed him. And Silver, warm, devoted, and finally unafraid kissed you back like you were the only dream he ever wanted to wake up from.

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