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[elizzsush]

Future Child -- Preview

Malleus Draconia X Reader

----It wasn’t everyday you’d find a three year old running around campus causing a ruckus. Usually students wouldn’t have to deal with this, but with Crowley you had to deal with everything. Now… why is it when you catch this small trouble maker it calls you “momma”?

AUs: None

Rating: SFW

Note: Think of this like the fanfic equivalent of a trailer. Thanks!

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Crowley in-listed you to help with the child problem around school. No, wait that sounded bad. A young fae no older then five got into night raven campus and has being running amok. obviously, you: the defenseless, Magic-less human with no knowledge of fae or even how some of this basics of this world work, you were the schools best bet against this ‘threat.’ And so, your oh so kind instructor pushed this task onto you and left.

Thankfully, you were well equipped with a grumpy cat-weasel who is so glad to help and definitely did not try and run away.

“Ehh? Why do I have to help ya??”

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This threat was a real threat!

You had learnt that after you had stumbled upon the frozen dinning hall; all of this was from the baby fae! What on Earth were you suppose to even do once you caught the child!

Grim grumbled from your shoulder, just then a ball of fire came hurtling towards the two of you!

“Sorry!” A no name student called out…

“We should leave… and fast.” You said as you turned to leave in a hurry. You tripped on the ice almost tripped on the ice while you left.

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“Are you mad at me?” He looked up at you with teary eyes.

“Why would I be mad at you?” You asked the small boy curiously, blinking at him a big confused at the question. His large electric green puppy eyes weren’t exactly helping you stand strong and not coddle him either.

“Because I made the rooms a mess…” he rubbed his large cheeks free from stray tears. Not that he was any good at it either, you just shook your head and kneeled to the floor, wiping them away for him.

Something about this boy made you wanted to care for him and protect him- he was just do cute. “Nonesense, you were scared. A little mess is fine as long as you weren’t hurt.” When you looked at him you felt something akin to cuteness aggression. This little fae was adorable! If Crowley didn’t find his parents you’d take him in!

Ignore how poorly you yourself lived in ramshackle! And how much of your food was canned tuna because Grim insisted on it over actual food.

The boy nodded, cuddling into your side like a small cuddly cat.

Children were a handful.

I did the thing: Its finished !here!

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡Jealousy ✨

You've ordered: a sour grape tart! enjoy!

"A little jealousy~"

Vil Schoenheit x reader | word count: 775 words

Summary: after hearing that you're getting a little close with Neige, Vil can't help but be jealous ✨

Warnings: reader is a member of Ramshackle, but is not yuu. none, fluff!

Note: requested by @linlinmoon. sorry it's so short, i've been really busy lately (T-T) i realized i should have made this a birthday fic after i wrote it ;-; welp- enjoy this vil drabble :D also, no hate to neige, i actually think he's adorable

Vil wasn't usually a jealous person. He'd swear up and down that he didn't get jealous easily and that such things weren't worth his time. Boy...was he wrong.

Ever since you and Vil had started dating, you two were almost always seen together. Whether it was holding hands, walking around the courtyard together, simply chatting after a class, one could always spot you two together. But then, things changed when a certain someone seemed to take up all of your attention. Neige Leblanc.

Vil wasn't sure how exactly you met the Royal Sword Academy student or how he'd somehow become friends with you. You told him you two had met during the Spelldrive tournament that was currently taking place between NRC and RSA. You'd dropped some water bottles you were going to take to Vil and his dorm members, when he'd bumped into you and made you drop the bottles. You were hanging out in Vil's dorm (Epel and Rook were elsewhere) while telling him the story.

"He was very kind and even invited me to visit RSA sometime."

"He did what?!" Vil exclaimed, turning around from his seat in front of his vanity. "You're not actually going to visit that eye sore of a school, are you?"

You frowned at Vil's words, nodding your head and crossing your arms over your chest. "Well yes, I was thinking about going. It seems like a rather beautiful school."

Vil was speechless as he heard you say that, his mouth falling agape. He couldn't believe that you were actually complementing that school full of stuck up snobs!

"Well, you-" Vil was cut off as Epel and Rook made their way inside the dorm, rushing over to Vil.

"The tournament's bout to start!" Epel said, urging for Vil to get up.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he huffed, giving you a glance before leaving with the two.

You were currently at the benches, waiting for Ramshackle's turn to play with Grim at your side. You watched as the teams played, watching the magic disc fly through the air. Pomefiore dorm was currently playing against some team from RSA, but you didn't see Neige playing.

"Come on! When will it be our turn?" Grim groaned, leaning against you.

"Be patient. We're going in order of the bracket, remember?" You reminded your furry companion, gently patting his head as he grumbled.

"Y/n!" You looked up to see none other the Neige making his way over to you, the biggest smile on his face.

"Neige, hey!" You smiled, waving back as he jogged over. "How was your game? Did your team win?"

"Oh, we did great! We're moving on to the semifinals!" he exclaimed as you clapped your hands in congratulation.

The sound of your clapping seemed to have caught Vil's attention. His eye darted over to see you sitting on the bench....talking to-!

"Oh, and that's a point for Royal Sword!" the commentator said, Vil not even realizing he'd missed his chance to defend. RSA was now in the lead, Vil's eyes moving from the scoreboard to you as you mouthed "What happened?!" to him.

"Time out!" Vil yelled, rushing off of the field and grabbing your wrist, dragging you behind the bleachers.

"And Night Raven has called for a time out!" the commentator announced, your expression completely confused and baffled about the whole thing.

"Vil, what happened? Are you not feeling well?" you asked, pressing your hand to his forehead.

Whatever Vil was going to say next immediately left his brain as he felt your warm touch on his forehead. He sighed, reaching up and taking your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, letting his lips linger for a moment.

"Is this about Neige?" That damn name made Vil's grip on your hand a little tighter, a fond smile now forming on your lips.

"Don't worry. He knows we're together, he wouldn't try anything. And even if he did, he's not really my type."

Your words made Vil's face heat up a bit, his heart being put at ease. "I wasn't worried. I know I have a special place in your heart."

You pressed a soft kiss to Vil's cheek, resting your forehead against his. "You know, I wouldn't mind you getting jealous again. It's very cute." you hummed, Vil raising an eyebrow.

"Me? Jealous of him? You're joking, right?" he muttered, playfully pinching your cheek.

You let out a soft yelp, a bit of laughter following soon after. Glancing over Vil's shoulder, you could see Epel and Rook making their way over.

"Alright, alright. Get back out there, Mr. Schoenheit. You've got a Spelldrive tournament to win." ✨

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. . . English is not my native language.

. . . A/n: I hope you enjoy it, enjoy your reading!

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𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔

"Y/n, I invite you to be my Valentine. I expect you to conduct yourself with dignity, and if you accept this offer, I promise that the day will be organized according to strict rules, as benefits such an important event."

𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓

"Y/n, if you want to spend February 14th in the company of someone worthy, you can choose me. I'm not going to walk around in a crowd, but if you agree, we will spend the day as we please. And the rest is not your concern."

𝑨𝒛𝒖𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐

"Y/n, I have a special offer for you. You can be my Valentine for February 14th. I will provide you with the best day, and you, in turn, will receive not only the most exclusive pleasures, but also additional bonuses. What do you say?"

𝑲𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝑨𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒊𝒎

"Y/N, I really want you to be my Valentine for this day! I promise the day will be full of fun and surprises! We will have the best treats and lots of adventures! Do you agree?"

𝑽𝒊𝒍 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒕

"Y/n, I think you are the perfect candidate to be my Valentine. With your style and taste, it would be an honor and a privilege for both of us. I expect you to show due attention and interest in this event."

𝑰𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅

"Uh... Hey, Y/n... I... uh, I'd like to invite you to be my Valentine... for the day... No fuss, just... we can spend time together... If you want, of course. Maybe in a game or something... Or just talk... sometime..."

𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒔 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒂

"Y/n, you certainly have a special charm that has caught my attention. This Valentine's Day, I ask you to be my Valentine. I will show you the world that is hidden beyond the ordinary days. Will you accept this invitation?"

[devosin]

— LATE NIGHTS & FLASHING LIGHTS !! episode five : white lies & understanding . . .

♡. Spotify playlist | Updates, every Friday !! — Vil Schoenheit x reader | Dual pov . .

Your face drained of colour, sitting frozen in place as his words repeat in your head like a broken record, "I just don't believe you can act", the words said so casually with a drunken slur, as if he didn't just put down your entire skillset and career all together. Your hands grip the glass tighter, as some form of bitter resentment washes over you—momentarily, but enough to burn—your throat hurts as you let the words of complaint and the slur of insults that you really, really—wanted to hurl die there. 

The discomfort settled into a deafening form of silence among the table—and to think the two of you were getting along moments prior, sharing and recommending drinks . . ‘Way to kill the vibe, Schoenheit.’ 

The two of you didn't speak, seemingly waiting for the other to speak first, weighing down whether talking after that was . . the good idea? . .  There was still some time to cancel the contract right? (There wasn't) . . . the fine wouldn't be that high! (1 million give or take, out of your pocket).

The silence draws on, until Vil takes the hint, letting out a soft—well softer response, "I don't mean to offend you, I'm a little bias that's all", he said, his words no longer having a slight slur to them, the tension must've sobered him up. 

You paused, . . and let out a sigh, then smiled, "You're not good at apologizing, I hope you know that", you pointed out after a while, bringing the glass back to your lips, letting the alcohol burn your throat, melting the anxious bob down back to your stomach, your liver can deal with the problems later. 

Vil blinked, and let out a breath of relief, which he quickly tried covering up with a fake cough, . .  and you're supposedly the bad actor?, "It's not one of my biggest talents", he replied after a while, the words came out slower than expected as he stared down at the table, not quite meeting your eyes, "but I do apologize, it won't happen again." 

"It better not", you said casually, then laughed at his wide-eyed expression, "It's fine, I didn't like you in the camping series either, so I guess we're even?", you say, trying to cheer him up a bit . .  okay maybe you wanted him to feel a little offended as well . . 

“I was a child!”, he retorted back, and you bit back a smile, “Not an excuse Mr. Schoenheit, the ‘great’ actor”, his lips curled upwards just a bit, this time he didn’t really make an attempt to hide it, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe you both were a little petty in your own right. 

After a while, the two of you were getting back into the rhythm of conversation, talking about some things here and there, and some casual word of the mouth gossip, because you both have an NDA and that shit isn’t getting out anytime soon . .  All the while consuming a little too much alcohol for a small brunch meeting, and you knew you were going to regret it when you got home. 

“Did you know I’m camera shy?”, you said randomly, and Vil looks up at you, eyes half-lidded, holy shit don’t make eye contact, you focus on the wall behind him, and he doesn’t really notice, “Really?” 

You nod, “Yea, terrible, I used to get nauseous every time I was behind a Camera, even for just photos”, he tilts his head slightly in confusion, because yeah, that doesn’t make sense, an A-list actor, whose income is from acting, being camera shy, “Did you get over it? . . because . . “, he gestures to the air, referring to your career, you chuckle and nod, “mhm.”  

“Yea, someone special to me said to start recording little videos for Magiciam, to get over it, so I did . .  just to step out of my comfortzone.” 

“Did it help?” 

“Not even in the slightest.” 

He blinks, and then the two of you chuckle, a drunken slightly slurred laugh. 

“I personally loved being behind the Camera, I felt . . alive every time”, Vil says in response after a while, “Yeah I can tell” . . . “What is that supposed to mean?” 

You avoid the subject, and he eyes you curiously, almost waiting for an answer. 

The evening sun lighting was hitting you in a little too perfect position, you both were seated by a large window, but it hit you at a perfect angle, it’s like those shitty films about the ex dead wife, and the wife is always depicted in that yellow lighting which made her look ethereal? Like nostalgic . .  That being said, you do look pretty . . ethereal . .  and fuck look away. 

Vil faces the other side, as casually as he could muster. 

Which wasn’t casual at all, because he was too tipsy to play it off cool and collected, “You okay?”, you ask, and he grips his fork . . and yea you guys ordered food sometime ago, “Yep”, he says, with a grin, “totally fine.” 

You nod, then a comfortable silence falls over the two of you . . . and suddenly things felt so peaceful, calming almost. 

And maybe this partnership wouldn’t gut him out and make him go mental in the next few months. 

Maybe. 

Okay so now he’s just doubting his own words.

Making eye contact with a drunk Vil sounds like torture im ngl, his eyes are very hot, violet baddies for the win.

This is actually a soft launch into my new smau (Cater diamond x Reader), the first few pictures hint at it, so check out "For the record" if you like this series <3 , they're interconnected.

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— LATE NIGHTS & FLASHING LIGHTS !! ♡. Synopsis : VIL SCHOENHEIT recently signed a contract under Descendant. Inc for his very own late night show, only to find out his co-star and fellow co-host is none other than Y/n L/n, someone he hates despite knowing very little about them and never having met them, previously. Y/N L/N, an actor who made their debut 3 years ago and hasn’t been able to catch a break since, recently decided to sign a deal with Descendants. Inc to host their new late night show “late nights & flashing lights”, as a break from acting . . Only to find out their favorite long-time actor will be co-hosting with them. Tune in every Friday, for a new episode of “late nights & flashing lights” to see if these two hosts can find a peaceful work-bond amidst their judgements . . and quite possibly even love? . .

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[it-happened-one-fic]

Hi, sorry to bother you but I would like to ask for a post from Leona, where Cheka is trying to get her two favorite people married (ie Leona and the reader)

Hi! Sorry it took me so long to respond to your ask! I had a bit of trouble writing this one, but over all I had fun too. I hope you enjoy!

Duly-Noted - Leona

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ sfw/ featuring Cheka/ request

Word Count: 1790

Leona huffed out a sigh as he watched Cheka play with you on the floor of the Ramshackle dorm from his relaxed lounging on the couch.

It hadn’t taken him long to figure out his nephew’s scheme when, as soon as the little fuzzball had appeared, he’d cheerfully stated that he wanted to come and play with you. Of course, Cheka had given himself as soon as he’d included his demands that Leona come along with him, even though he’d been to visit you at Ramshackle dorm plenty of times on his own.

Cheka was definitely fond of you, and Leona couldn’t really blame the kid considering how you patiently played along with the child. But that wasn’t what was really going on here.

What was going on here had more to do with Cheka’s pressing questions about why Leona so often told family members that he wasn’t particularly attached to anyone at school.

He could still see Cheka’s bright eyes looking up at him with an insistent frown on his face, “You know that is true, Unca! You like Y/n!”

Leona had snorted at his nephew, shaking his head at the child and, for once, was genuinely amused, “And what makes you think that?”

“You look at them the same way Papa looks at Mama. And Y/n likes you too! Why don’t you just take them home with you? Then you don’t have to worry about leaving them here while you visit us!” Cheka was as determined as Leona had ever seen him, but it was a drastic misreading of the situation.

Leona had plenty of reasons to not want to visit home, and none of them had a thing to do with you. But the moment he’d told the child that, Cheka had smiled. 

He’d been all but beaming up at Leona from where he sat on his lap, hands fisted in Leona’s shirt like he thought his uncle would run away, “But you do like them.”

There were moments, like right then, when Leona almost wondered if Cheka was more intelligent than his father. Perhaps he’d taken after his mother in that sense. But then Cheka’s hare-brained plot for tricking you and Leona into a relationship certainly hadn’t been well schemed.

After all, Leona wasn’t the only one who'd caught on. You had, too. Though, to be fair, Cheka wasn’t exactly being stealthy with his questions about how, “Wouldn’t it be great if we all lived together?”

Leona had fully planned on handling it, but you'd only smiled, shaking your head and saying you’d talk to Cheka about it, “He’s just a kid after all, and he doesn’t mean any harm. There’s no need to come down on him so hard.”

Leona had only eyed you with rising eyebrows before shrugging, “Have it your way. But he won’t drop this easily. He’s a stubborn little thing.”

You’d snorted, elbowing him lightly as you went by to rejoin his nephew, “Must run in the Kingscholar family.”

And that had been that.

Truthfully, Leona hadn’t known what you’d told his nephew, but Cheka had fallen largely silent on the matter of a possible romance with you after that. 

In hindsight, though, Leona really should have known better to think that was all there was going to be to it. Nothing was ever that simple. Especially when you or his nephew were involved.

He had to hand it to Cheka, though; he’d been completely caught off-guard when the child had suddenly questioned him about his wedding plans. Especially since it happened during a trip to Sam’s with Ruggie.

Cheka held up the little ring-shaped lollipop, and before Leona could even start to refuse to buy the treat for him, the child spoke with innocent curiosity, “What kind of ring are you going to get for Y/n when you two get married?”

Leona blinked, his eyes widening as he stared at the child who just stared up at him while Ruggie did a spit-take and Sam’s eyebrows lifted. The only sound that broke the silence was the occasional beep as Sam continued to scan items.

Leona finally frowned, crossing his arms as he eyed the child, “What makes you think I’m going to marry the Herbivore?”

Cheka frowned almost immediately, as if he were trying to mirror his uncle’s expression, “Y/n and you like each other. But Y/n said they couldn’t move in with us until you two had gotten married. They said people would talk since we’re royals and they aren’t if you didn’t.” 

Cheka’s expression slowly shifted to one of concern, his tiny hand reaching out and grasping Leona’s pants leg, “You are going to marry them, aren’t you, Unca? Y/n’ll be sad if you don’t.”

Ruggie only barely managed to contain his laughter in an ugly-sounding snort that had Leona shooting him a look while a smile began to creep across Sam’s face.

“Did they?” Leona’s gaze shifted back to his nephew as he spoke, his tone careful as he eyed the child. But he was already putting two and two together without Cheka having to say anything.

You certainly had talked to Cheka about it, but now Leona was going to have to talk to you about this.

Ruggie wiped his eyes lightly before kneeling, humor still flooding his voice even as he eyed Cheka, “Well, marriage is a pretty big deal, Cheka. Leona can’t just go proposing without putting some real thought into it.”

Cheka frowned, but Ruggie only titled his head, reasoning with the child easily, “Y/n deserves the best, don’t you think?”

Leona watched, eyebrows raised, as Cheka frowned thoughtfully before his tiny face cleared like a sun coming out from behind clouds, and he nodded, smiling widely, “Oh! I see! Leona wants to sweep Y/n off their feet like those princes in the stories Mama likes so much.”

Leona didn’t even bother hiding his groan as Ruggie snickered mischievously, nodding and egging on the child, “Exactly, so you’re going to have to give him some time to do just that.”

Ruggie paused, glancing up at Leona with a grin that had Leona glaring at him warningly. But the hyena beastman was hardly even phased as he looked back at the child seriously, his eyes sparkling with poorly disguised mischievousness, “We’ll both have to support him, Cheka.”

Cheka’s expression turned determined as he nodded before looking up at Leona, “Good luck, Unca!”

Leona sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out an annoyed, “Uh-huh,” as he watched Ruggie lead his nephew out of the store.

 He would get Ruggie for what a mess this was inevitably going to end up being, as well as deal with whatever the little mercenary wanted in exchange for his assistance later. First, he had a certain herbivore to find.

And he couldn’t complain that you were hard to find. But then you never were.

You were, as ever, at Ramshackle. Working on upkeep for the run-down building on your day-off, just like you usually did on the weekends when you weren’t working at the Mostro Lounge.

Leona didn’t even have to call out since Grim handled letting you know he was here for him.

You turned, blinking up at him in surprise, before a smile split its way across your face. Leona wasn’t really looking at you, though. Instead, he was staring at the busted chair you were apparently working on with a frown. 

How the crossbar had wiggled its way out, was beyond him, but that was evidently enough, what had happened.

“Leona! No little prince with you today?” Your voice was bright, and Leona found himself looking back your way as he propped himself in the doorway.

He crossed his arms as he looked down at where you were seated on the floor, tilting his head at you, “Nope, but a certain little prince did tell me what you told him the other day.”

You blinked in confusion before your eyes slowly cleared, and you let out a small chuckle, shaking your head slightly, “Oh, that. He bought the marriage excuse pretty easily, and at least that way I didn’t have to lie or something like that to him.”

Leona felt his eyebrows rise at your words as you twisted to go back to work on the chair, seemingly unconcerned by what side effects your words might have had.

“Yeah, but now that he’s found out we’re dating when no one else has, he’s going to report directly back to either Falena or his wife,” Leona pushed himself off the wall as he spoke, walking over to where you were.

You simply shook your head at his disgruntled words, a smile on your face, “I still don’t see why it would be so horrible for them to know. But even if he does tell them, they probably won’t believe him. Not if Falena is as concerned about your love life as you say he is.”

Leona frowned as he watched you before kneeling and reaching around you to help you support the chair while you fought the crossbar into place, “No, he’ll call and ask all sorts of questions or, worse, have his wife ask me all sorts of questions.”

You hummed, tilting your head slightly, “You’ll be able to handle it if it comes to that. But, like I said, I really don’t see why it’s a big deal if they know or not. I’d like to meet your family.”

Your words caused his eyebrows to lift once more as he glanced over at you, watching as a frown crossed your face.

You glanced over your shoulder at him, confusion accenting your voice as soon as you spoke, “How did you find out what I’d told Cheka anyway? Did he just tell you?”

Leona let out a huff, his ears twitching as he glanced off to the side, “He saw one of those lollipop ring thingies at Sam’s and asked me what sort of ring I was going to get you for the wedding.”

You laughed aloud, earning yourself a look even as you shook your head in light-hearted amusement before glancing at him, “Hopefully nothing like a Ring-pop. That would be hideous.”

Leona grinned, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder, “You don’t want something big like that?”

You snorted, shaking your head, “No. I think a rock that size, even a fake one, would be a little heavy.”

He let out an amused huff, turning his eyes back to the chair as he idly considered what sort of ring might actually be best, “Duly noted.”

After all, your thoughts on it all mattered too, even if you didn’t know that held actually had been looking at some rings already.

[twistedmir]

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE !

⇀ summary : your partner talks too much, and what better way to make them shut up by kissing them?. (Malleus, Ace, Riddle, Vil.)

⇀ write's note : i have a favorite and its showing.

MALLEUS DRACONIA !

This man, it has already been two hours since he started talking about gargoyles. On any other day, you wouldn't have minded his rambling. But today you were particularly exhausted from babysitting the ADeuce duo, so you could only bear so much.

“ they were originally created as a means of disposing of water, but with time..—” there he goes again, this cute little dragon fae ranting about some random fact about gargoyles. Your head was starting to hurt, you just wanted to cuddle him and let this awful day pass. Despite the growing headache, you didn't have the heart to cut him off.

However, a bulb light up in your head.

You grabbed the fae from his necktie earning a surprise noise from him. You brought him down to your level and kissed his lips. It was a light peck, but you lingered a little bit too long. “ can we go inside now? I want to cuddle? ” Malleus was frozen in place, his lips could still feel yours. He didn't know what to do so he simply nodded, letting you guide him toward the house, your hand in his. Humans were rather bold.

ACE TRAPPOLA !

It was during lunch, your boyfriend's neck was decorated with his housewarden's magic. Ace was complaining—yet again— about how ridiculous the rules are. (something about not eating leftovers that had a green sticker on top of the containers, he swears he didn't know it was someone's else.) His lips were pouting, arms crossed over his chest he looked so cute. Until he opened his mouth to complain this time about Deuce. You sighed, this man always finds something to complain about.

And there he goes again, talking his head off about sevens knows what. This man would not for the sake of it be quiet. You wished to eat in peace, maybe talk with your boyfriend. But he kept going on and on, it was starting to get on your nerve. You love the guy, but he talks too much. Finally, as if the sevens heard your pleas, Ace quieted down. A sigh of relief left you. At last, you could eat—

“ and then Deuce just—” And there we go again. A bulb light up, it'll be funny to see him match with the collar on his neck. Moving closer to Ace, the boy not noticing your approaching figure still going on about how much of an idiot the blueberry boy is (his words.) your hands cupped his cheeks, ceasing his chatter. You lightly pecked the soft lips, pulling away after a short time. The boy was stuck speechless, his mouth closing and opening like a fish, face as red as the Heartslabyul's warden. A chuckle slipped past you, how cute.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS !

In your defense, Ace payed you. He knew how soft the warden goes on you whenever a rule is broken by you. Which is why, the first year though it was better for you to paint the flowers in his place. Riddle was unaware it was Ace's turn—for the first time— so, imagine his surprise when he saw how wrongly you painted the roses. It wasn't such a deal, but it bothered him how dangerously close you were to falling from the ladder. Riddle walked up to you, keen on lecturing you all about safety. Until you wondered if his face can match his hair.

“ How many time have I told you to be careful? You know this ladder is not in the best shape, I wouldn't want you to match it's state. ” The housewarden was scolding you for being careless. While your eyes were focused on his, your mind was wandering somewhere else. Thinking back on Ace's words, you were curious just how far was Riddle lenient on you. A smirk formed in your face.

The Housewarden wasn't aware of the Adeuce level of mischief stirring up in your mind. Closing the distance between you, relishing in the small stutters in his words, you placed your lips on his owns.

It was quiet. Maybe he did let you go with anything—

“ OFF WITH YOUR HEA—”. nevermind.

VIL SCHOENHEIT !

Vil was lecturing some first year about the proper use of skin care. The poor first years were so frightened by his harsh scold and cold voice that when they saw you they pleaded you with their eyes to help them escape from this hell. You took pity on them, Vil, even after his overbolt, still couldn't get rid of some of his habits. Mainly his harsh scolds, but he made progress. The first years looks frightened yet still listen to him. Before, some even cried while others were crushed by his words. So you saw this as a progress of some kind.

Walking up to them, you taped the beauty on his shoulder, making him cease his talk and turn to look at you. He quirked an eyebrow at you, his hands unconsciously finding yours. He was waiting for you to speak, you always taped him when you wanted to talk.

Your heart swell at his small yet meaningful gesture. Despite his busy schedule, he always found time for you. Even when he was scolding his juniors, you clearly saw how his eyes soften at the sight of you. (you made a mental note to pamper him later today in his room).

You signalled him to lean down, which he did despite the obvious confusion. Hands finding their place on his cheeks, cradling Vil's face. You laid your lips on top of his, eyes widening at you actions. The first years took this as a sign and quickly left.

After the initial shock, Vil grumpily returned your kiss. His clean hands pinching your cheeks. “ Honestly, just what am I going to do with you... ”. Even though he was complaining, you didn't miss the pinkish colour at the tip of his ears.

©— twistedmir. 2024 / DO NOT REPOST OR PLAGIARISE MY CONTENT IN ANY WAY.

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#709 Groom-chilla-turned -zilla

When You and Kalim's Wedding preparation isn't working as planned and...someone FINALLY snapped-

Kalim*Seeing the cake you and he baked with Jamil's help...was poisoned and to top it off, someone ruined your suit/dress in the cleaners*-Okay, well, this isn’t working, And that’s fine~Everything’s fine!~

Ace"Male-Maid of Honor #1": This is hopeless. I say we cut our losses and walk back.

Epel"Male-Maid of Honor #4": This whole trip is just a series of deader and deader ends!

Ace"Male-Maid of Honor #1": Ever since that alarm went off in the ballroom, nothing around here has worked the way it's supposed to do!

Jamil: And the ingredients for the cake are gone!

Ace"Male-Maid of Honor #1": And if Kalim can’t see that well, then he’s delusional!

Kalim*Froze as he is trying to find a way to order a new cake and slowly with a smile turns to the first Years +Jamil his best man*...

Kalim: Delusional?

OF COURSE I’M DELUSIONAL!?!

First-years+Jamil*All jump from Kalim's raged outburst, all huddle as they back away when Kalim erratically points fingers at them*-!?!

Kalim: Do you know how hard it is to stay positive all the time when all you folks do is complain, complain, complain! Jiminy mother-lovin’ toaster-strudel!

Assassin!Yuu*Arriving with Najma after a spa day, hearing Kalim outbursts*...I love him so much, Najma

Part 2 of:

like Kalim was as soft and cuddly chinchilla groom....but weddings bring out the demon outta you-HE JUSTS WANTS YOU AND HIS WEDDING TO BE PERFECT-

[kunikame]

warmth of the sun embodied in you. - ace t.

warnings : mostly narration, astral references, malleus mention, ace is my muse my most beloved im sorry i will never shut up about him, i love the sun i love ace trappola w/c : 1045

there was always something about ace trappola that simply demanded attention. 

it wasn’t something easy to spot, something visible to the naked eye– no, it was something intangible, something deep within him that simply made the people around him unable to look away. his presence simply pulled gazes much like magnets and metals.

some people say it's because he's “such an ass it has you staring”, but then why are their gazes filled with wonder? 

in the time you spent here, you’ve come to find the only person who looked at ace with mostly apprehension was riddle rosehearts, his very own dorm leader. it’s no wonder, really, with how much of a troublemaker the ginger is (and with how many rules he breaks), but even despite that, sometimes, riddle looks at him starstruck as well.

you find yourself questioning this reality. while ace is a dear friend of yours, and he has been exceptionally nice to you (excluding the times he wasn’t because that's just who he is), you still don’t quite understand what exactly about him just has you turning your head to look at the ginger instead of the blackboard crewel is breaking his back to write on.

and it is perhaps in that fateful classroom where you finally begin to piece it together.

there was always something akin to a spotlight placed on ace trappola– whether it be one you imagined, the light from a lamp, or just literally the sun's rays– he was always the main attraction, always eye-catching.

or perhaps, it's not that he placed himself under the spotlights, perhaps the spotlights placed him under themselves. perhaps they chased him, were attracted to him, like moths to a flame. except, shouldn't it be the other way around? no, with ace, it shouldn’t. with or without a spotlight he somehow seems to shine brighter than the lights in rooms he occupies, somehow seems to bring more light than the actual source– and if he’s not the moth, he must be the flame, it just makes sense. 

people didn’t look at him because he was an ass, they looked at him because that’s just ace. simple as that– he is ace trappola and you must look at him, you must pay attention to him. whether he’s performing his card tricks or just spinning a pencil in class, he needs to be looked at because he is ace trappola and his presence demands attention– not quite like malleus, whose presence commands the rooms he enters, but still does so, in a sense.

throughout the next few weeks, you continued to observe the ginger, desperately trying to piece the puzzle together, trying to dissect him and figure out what exactly made him what you know him to be.

it was on a particularly cold autumn friday night, way past your regular bedtime– though, that was a necessary sacrifice to make for the 1st year game night– when you believe you finally figured it out.

you sat perched on the wide windowsill of the lounge, staring at the moon and faintly visible stars, the only never-changing constant in this twisted wonderland that you could confidently say reminded you of home.

the white light radiating off the orb felt mostly cold, but there were some remnants of the warmth the sun shared with it, warmth which it reflected upon the Earth, upon you.

then there was another presence– one of the other 6 current occupants of the lounge.

“what’re you doin’ up so late? couldn't sleep?”

you hum, watching as he seats himself on the opposite end of the windowsill, “yeah, something like that.”

“thinking about something? or was it deuce’s snoring, ‘cause that wakes me up too, sometimes.”

“mostly just thinking. what about you? why aren’t you sleeping? i don’t hear deuce snoring right now.”

he huffs a short laugh, ruffling his ginger mop of a horrendous bedhead, “honestly, i was awake the whole time. Grim kicked me in the head just now, though, so i figured i’d.. relocate, for a bit. thaumark for your thoughts? or we can just observe the moon, or whatever it is you were doing, if you want.”

as you stare at him under the moons’ light, it’s almost like it’s not even the white ball in the sky that radiates the heat and light, but rather ace– but if that were to be the case, that would make him the sun, wouldn’t it? since it’s the primary source, it’s what makes the moon glow?

perhaps he is, perhaps he has been all along, you’ve simply been too blinded by him to truly notice– for as they say, you shouldn’t stare at the eclipse without the proper protection for your eyes. now, as you look at him in the dark, it seems all too clear, all too obvious to deny. ace trappola has always glowed in ways more than perceptible– there was always this bright halo, a warm aura of sorts, around him. ace trappola has always been an enigmatic being to the people around him, whether it be for his way of living, his personality, or simply his behavioral patterns– he was never easy to understand or to decipher, but that’s one of the primary things which made him so interesting. there’s an undeniable pull about him that sucks everything and everyone into his atmosphere, making everything simply revolve around him– much like the planets revolve around the sun. his touch is always warm, burningly so, like he sits in the sunlight, soaking it up, with the sole purpose of being a living human heater. 

and despite people saying it’s best to stay clear of him in fear of being pulled along with his shenanigans, if you were to be given a choice on your position in the solar system ace is the center of, you would choose to be mercury, for incineration is a small price to pay for loving the sun. if you are to lose your vision or crash and burn and fade away into nothingness at the end of everything, then so be it– least your ashes will forever exist in the same space as him.

“i was just thinking you held the rays of the sun in your palms, and it’s warmth in you.”

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[yyoraely]

★:sleeping in class, but you sat beside the housewardens — your boyfriend.

☆: HCS + FLUFF + SMALL BITS OF CRACK

. . . established relationship

★: r. rosehearts, l. kingscholar, a. ashengrotto, k. al-asim, v. schoenheit, i. shroud, m. draconia x gn!reader

☆: honestly bro this is a work ive written w/ the most number of characters

R. ROSEHEARTS

Did you really just think that you could get away with sleeping in class when Riddle is beside you? Think again. He’d shake you by your shoulder or poke you at your sides so that you’d wake up.

If you do complain about how boring Trein’s lessons are, Riddle would be baffled and lecture you about how important Trein’s lessons are to magic, whether you have magic or not.

Riddle is in denial once he realizes that his lover would be so against the idea in the importances of history in magic.

A poke at your side and a small grumble, you wake up to your boyfriend, Riddle, with a grumpy face on, poking your side until you wake up to his scolding.

“Regardless if you’d want good grades or not— you’ll be listening to Professor Trein’s lecture, either you’ll fail or pass, it won’t be my problem once you realize the importance of history.”

Once you get back to taking notes and listening, Riddle takes glances at you to make sure you aren’t dozing off again.

But back at Heartslabyul, he’ll confront you about what he was lecturing you about, and ask your reasons on why you’d doze off in class. Whether it’d be lack of sleep, overworking yourself, you have a small fever, you have a headache, or even if you just feel dizzy— he’ll do his best to make you feel better and rest, maybe with him telling Trey to make your favorite pastry, or if you don’t like pastries, he’ll get Trey to make or buy your favorite drink.

L. KINGSCHOLAR

He can relate to that problem. He can’t help himself by sleeping in class, so why else did you think he’d have someone tall sit in front of you both? To not cover him up sleeping?

Leona found himself get a little bit surprised when he saw you fall asleep before him during Trein’s class. He thought that you’d be the kind to stay awake to do his notes, but once he hears your reason, like if Crowley overworked you, or you overworked yourself, or maybe because you feel lightheaded or you didn’t eat breakfast, he won’t argue to that.

Speaking of falling asleep before him, Leona just joins you in on sleeping, probably with his arms crossed and his head down, he’ll somehow find a way to lean his body closer to yours, or atleast just have a body part of yours press against his. Like your thigh, your arm, maybe even your head.

“Tsk. This is borin’ me out. Hey, herbivo—“

Leona clicked his tongue, his arms crossed as he leaned his arms over the desk. He was about to ask if you would be able to stay up and do his notes like a good significant other, but no, you didn’t.

“Racin’ me to sleep, is that it?” With a grin, Leona put his head down on his arms on the desk; admiring your face for a moment before yawning and slowly scooting his spot closer to yours, just to bump his upper arm and head with yours.

Back at Savanaclaw, he’ll find ways to sneak in how “You’re starting to become lazy like him” once you talk about Trein’s lesson from earlier.

A. ASHENGROTTO

I’m gonna be honest here. Azul does NOT know what to do (at first). Let’s say that first, he’s thinking about letting you rest, since you’ve talked about your workload the other day, but he’s also thinking, if he does let you rest and you get caught, it’ll all be his fault!

Being a good boyfriend he is, he only lets you sleep for only a few more minutes, 5-10 minutes at best, then, he’ll wake you up so you don’t get caught by Trein. Azul will be very considerate, and calls this a “once-in-a-lifetime” chance where he lets you catch up with his notes.

Expect only a little scolding about you not being able to wait until Trein’s lesson ends so you can get a little nap, but he won’t push it too far to his scolding. Just a little strict reminder to get yourself some proper rest and not spend an entire night on a workload.

“My dearest (very sarcastic tone), do you thin—“

Azul checked his notebook, asking if you catched up on the last thing Trein said, before he saw your sleeping figure, head down on the desk. He couldn’t blame you for being you, being a sleepyhead and an overworker at the same time, Azul won’t push it to wake you up for now.

For a few minutes, that’s when Azul wakes you up with a gentle pat on your back, his voice in a whisper with his face a little too close to yours.

“Got some rest, sleepyhead?” He teased for only just a moment before shifting back to his chair and putting the half of his notebook beside you so you can copy his notes.

“Make sure you catch up, alright? I can’t have you flunking.” If you looked closely, there was a little grin on his face due to his successful attempt to wake you up.

K. AL-ASIM

Kalim, being a very nice man but also somewhat clueless, whispers (not really) in your ear and shakes you awake like an earthquake was happening.

At this action of his, though, Trein thought he was chattering with you and immediately scolded Kalim for his lack of listening and talkativeness.

Once Trein slammed his hand on the desk, that’s only when you wake up, clueless and a bit scared to wake up to see Trein’s as usual strict face.

“This lesson is sooo boring.”

Kalim pouted, his cheek resting on his curled fingers into a soft ball of a fist.

“Hey, hey, [Name]—“

He slowly turned his head, just like the beam of sunshine he was, a grin plastered onto his face, but slowly faded into just a little smile.

“[Name]..?” Kalim panicked, for an honest moment, he thought that you fainted or died (LMAOOO). With two hands on your shoulder, he shaked you awake, a sheepish expression on his face. “[Name], wake up!”

V. SCHOENHEIT

Did you really think Vil would let you rest your head down on the dirty desk? Don’t be so clueless. Vil, being your boyfriend, he only wants the best for you, and he doesn’t want any trouble with you being overworked, then attending class the next day.

He is aware of you being a sleepyhead, but he’s dissatisfied by the fact that you’d prefer to lay your head on the dirty desk, rather than his shoulder.

Slowly, Vil would lift your head from the desk and lean it against his shoulder instead. If Trein catches you? Don’t worry! Vil would defend you by saying you were overworked and you couldn’t sleep well, and if that doesn’t buy out, he’ll resort to more creative plans.

“Huh… so that’s how it was explained.”

Vil mumbled to himself, taking down a note before glancing at you to check if you were okay— if you could catch up on the notes.

Once he took a glance at your slumbering state, he smiled softly to himself before putting a hand under your head to place on his shoulder.

Vil got all the more focused on notes so once you’d wake up, he’ll let you copy or review the notes you’ve missed while you slept.

Back at Pomefiore, he will urge you to rest more whilst he might do a livestream or catch up on his notes while watching over you the same time.

I. SHROUD

Just like Leona, Idia can relate, but not in the tired kind of way. He relates in the more “bored” way where he really just wants to go back to his dorm and play games while you rest beside him, on him, or even with him.

Idia is a firm believer of that students should rest after doing something tiring and not attend classes, just because he’s defending his lover.

He doesn’t put his efforts in waking you up since he knows you need to rest, but was kinda upset you didn’t fall asleep on his shoulder like in the animes he watched :(

Idia, being quiet, was resting his chin on his palm, elbow propped onto the desk. He glanced at you, his lover, for only a short moment and went back to the lesson. He turns his head back again to make sure, just to realize you fell asleep in class.

He mumbled a little comment about you being cute or about you being a sleepyhead before slowly rubbing his fingertips along your scalp very gently so you could rest some more.

Idia isn’t very used to waking someone up, so if you manage to sleep till the end of class, he’ll only whisper a few mentions of “wake up”s and your name.

M. DRACONIA

Malleus is okay with letting you rest in class, especially if you’re a sleepyhead, or if you feel sick, or maybe even after pulling an all-nighter after a workload, but he also fears that you might flunk and not catch up on the lesson, so he does his best to wake you up.

He tries to be as gentle as possible with how he wakes you up, especially with his voice, but no, bro wakes you up like quandale dingle.

Malleus attempts his most quietest, gentlest, and sweetest voice, but oh, he couldn’t. He isn’t used to attempt in soft voices, but for you, his lover, he always tries his best, whether it’s his not very good talents to some attempts in his smiling or habits, he’ll always do his best, just for his lover.

“Child of man.”

With a hand on your shoulder and a small grin on Malleus’ face, he watched as you jolt awake by his voice. He got worried for a second that his voice surprised you too much to make you scared or something, but then again, that was just how he was.

“I believe it is time for you to wake up. You may not be able to catch up on the lessons if you keep on your slumbering.”

Malleus admired your face as you sat up and shifted whilst you rubbed your eyes. He adored the sight of his sleepy lover, but for some reason, he doesn’t get why he loves that sight of you so much.

“But you may rest in Diasomnia once this class is over. I will get Lilia to excuse you in class.”

[bimboothefool]

Chapter One of So This Is Love (TWST x Reader) is finally out on AO3!!

✨Chapter One✨

Happy Reading🩷

[star-centric]

Sunflower (Adoration) || Leona

MEANING: “This radiant bloom is seen as a symbol of adoration due to its resemblance to the sun itself — a universal source of warmth and affection. Furthermore, its ability to turn towards the sun throughout the day has led it to become associated with loyalty. The unwavering devotion displayed by these flowers mirrors qualities valued in human relationships.”

A/N: I realized I haven’t wrote about Twisted Wonderland on this blog yet cause I don’t even have a masterlist 😵‍💫 reader is gender neutral and graphics by @/firefly-graphics!

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

“Are you going to miss me when I leave?”

Leona didn’t say anything, the only acknowledgment you received being a twitch of his ear. He had his head plopped down on your lap while he took one of his daily naps, bringing you onto his bed as one of his sought out pillows (which has become more of a routine lately). Your fingers combed through his hair absentmindedly, straining your ears to see if you could hear anything close to a purr (it wouldn’t happen, but you were determined nonetheless).

“I know that it probably won’t happen anytime soon, but it’ll happen eventually right?” You rambled on. “Crowley keeps saying it’s a priority, but it’s also Crowley- I don’t hold my breath when it comes to anything dealing with him.” Which was true- you wouldn’t be surprised if you found yourself still here when Ace and Deuce finally graduate, which was saying something considering they’re only freshmen. But you still couldn’t find yourself to be fully upset at the thought.

You missed your world. You missed your friends, family, sometimes the normalcy. You did miss it.

But your heart was torn at the thought of leaving everyone here too. And you didn’t see yourself getting the best of both worlds when Crowley would eventually send you back. When you leave Twisted Wonderland, you’re leaving everything behind- including Leona.

It was still baffling at how he fell for you, and vice versa. He was rude, selfish, and beyond lazy- but he still found a way to win you over. It was still a mystery to everyone at how you two got together.

“What are you going to do when I have to go back to my world?” You didn’t catch that you didn’t refer to it as your home. “Who’s going to be your new pillow when I’m gone?” You chuckled, but your heart really was twisting in pain.

It was hard to imagine that one day you would wake up without Grim curled up next to your side, or without the freshman duo showing up to your doorstep with whatever trouble they found themselves in. Or without any of the magic that you’ve come to love in this world.

Or without Leona.

That hurt the most.

Leona wasn’t a gentleman. He’s ill-mannered, crude, has a sour attitude- the complete opposite of the picture perfect partner. But the side that you were able to see overshadowed those qualities. He shows you his love in your own way, and that was more than enough for you.

You were word vomiting at this point, your insecurities taking over your thoughts and making you ramble. You could already see him with someone else, probably making him happier than you could-

“Are you done yet?”

Leona’s glare made you reel back, his nose mere inches from yours (when did he even move?). His eyes held the same fire that you’ve seen before in the Spelldive tournaments.

“What makes you think that I would be so quick to let you go?”

He scowled deepened as you tried to scramble away, your back already hitting the bed frame. Your brain was short circuiting and couldn’t come up with anything when Leona scoffed, then made a move to grab at your hand, pulling you forward.

He still had his angry look, but then he sighed, his face relaxing a bit. “Look, I know that you’ll be sent back to your world- I’m not stupid. But you must think of me as so low to think that I’ll go after someone else, and so quickly at that.”

“I know that you’re not dumb Leona, but-“

“So why ask me a dumb question?” He sucked his teeth, pushing you down onto the sheet with him towering over you.

He still had a bit of a fiery gaze, but his features softened as his eyes broke away from yours. “What makes you think that I would want to put up with someone else besides you? The person that’s been by me for this long. Why think of yourself as so replaceable?”

Leona has never been the soft type- you weren’t expecting any of the typical romance that you’ve seen before. He wasn’t the best person when it came to dealing with emotions (as was shown during his overblot, but you don’t think any of the housewardens know how to deal either), but he was someone that you knew wouldn’t lie to you and would still be there for you in his own way.

He shows his love in his own style, and it was perfect for you.

But there would be rare moments where he would slowly start to let his guard down with just the both of you, and this just so happened to be one of them.

“You leaving doesn’t mean the end of us. I won’t let that happen.” He spoke with conviction.

Leona said it before that he never met someone like you. Granted, that statement wasn’t given in the best context when he first said it to you. He meant it and still does in this moment. You give him a headache, disrupt his naps, and you make problems appear for him even when it doesn’t involve him-

But you’ve also been the only person to fully believe in him. To not just think of him as a scummy second-rate prince. You saw Leona as Leona- you saw him as an equal.

Even if Leona could find that someone else, they wouldn’t be you, so it wasn’t even worth it.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there- together.”

“Right…together.”

Leona looked pleased at your acceptance and kept you pinned down, nuzzling into your neck with his tail swaying. He ended up flipping you both on the side, looping his arms around your waist. “Now hurry up and calm down- you’ve messed up my nap and I can’t go to sleep if your heart’s about to beat out your chest.”

You laughed out an apology, settling down into a comfortable position before closing your eyes in an attempt to doze off.

[artsybelle1015]

YALL SHUT UP IMAGINE…

A Yuu that has a trigger with loud noises and Sebek tries to lower his voice for them.

Sebek: Fuming over Silver falling asleep.

Yuu: “Hey…”

Sebek: “WHAT HUMA—“

Yuu: Looks fearful because of the sudden yelling.

Sebek: Ahems. “What, human..?”

Yuu: “Well I was going to ask what’s wrong…”

Sebek: “Ah… just Silver.”

Yuu: “Ah…”

Sebek: “Yeah…” In a hushed voice. “Sorry…”

Yuu: “Hm?”

Sebek: “Nothing.” Then he cutely storms off all embarrassed, face red and him huffing.

Platonic or romantically that’d make me cry.

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡Love Through Food🥘

You've ordered: a spiced cardamom tart! enjoy!

"Just the thought of not being alone gets me through"

Jamil Viper x reader | word count: 748 words

Summary: after hearing that you're not eating enough for Iftar, Jamil takes matters into his own hands 🥘 (short little drabble that i spent way too much time on-)

Warnings: reader is yuu, other than that, none!

Note: finally finished this! writer's block sucks 🫠 inspired by this post i made, encouraged to write this by @multifandom-milktea-simp 's comment on said post. can't believe there's only 10 days left T-T Ramadan Mubarak!! 🌙

Ramadan was a hell of a lot harder this year. Or at least that's what your friends thought. Not only did you have to not eat for practically the entire day, you were constantly stressed with whatever absolute bullshit Crowley made you deal with. They just didn't know how you did it.

"So, you really don't eat all day?!" Grim exclaimed, currently chowing down on a can of tuna you got him.

"Nope. I mean, I've been doing this since I was what? Ten years old?" You replied, using the extra time to do some homework.

"Jeez, I could never." the cat like creature mumbled, licking his paws.

"It doesn't seem all that complicated, Grim." You turned around at the sound of the familiar voice. And there he stood.

Jamil Viper, vice housewarden of the Scarabia dorm...and your boyfriend.

"How's the fasting going? Are you eating well when you break your fast?"

For your Iftars, you would usually just have Ace and Deuce take extra portions of food during lunch and keep them for you until sunset. You'd take the food to Ramshackle and try to turn the leftovers into something filling.

"Mhm. I usually find something to eat. Sometimes, I cook for myself and Grim in Ramshackle." you said, not wanting to worry him.

"Really? Good, good...You know..." Jamil began, glancing up at you. "I could always cook Iftar for you. It not a big deal."

"No, it's fine. Really. You already have so much on your plate..." you muttered, Jamil frowning a bit.

You didn't want to bother asking him to cook for you since he already had to do so for Kalim. But when he overheard from the Heartslabyul duo that you were basically eating whatever meatless food items they brought, it just didn't sit right with him.

"Are you sure? I can always-"

You placed a hand on top of Jamil's, gently patting his hand while giving him a reassuring smile as you stood up.

"I'm positive. My class is about to start. I'll see you later. Come on, Grim."

And with that, he watched as you left the cafeteria, a nagging feeling gnawing at him.

Even though you told him you were eating okay, he couldn't help but worry, causing him to take matters into his own hands.

The smell of various herbs and spices filled you and Grim's senses as you two made your way into Ramshackle that night. You didn't remember ever cooking anything. Maybe the ghosts made it.

As you stepped into the living area, your jaws dropped. On the table was a lavish spread of mouthwatering foods: roasted and spiced meats, sautéed vegetables, rice and beans, a pot full of curry, and various sweets. And of course pitchers of freshly squeezed juices.

And who stood at the head of the table with a smile on his lips? The one and only: Jamil Viper.

"Jamil, you..." You were so awestruck by the display, feeling your heart swell with affection. "When did you do all of this?"

"Who cares? Let's eat!" Grim exclaimed, rushing over to the table, only to be stopped by one of the Ramshackle ghosts.

You turned your attention back to Jamil, who reached out and cupped your face in his hands.

"You've been working so hard and fasting everyday at that. You only deserve the best for your Iftar, no more cafeteria food." he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you, Jamil. Really, thank you so much. I...I don't know how to repay you..." you muttered, placing your hands on top of his.

"There's no need. Seeing the look on your face as you enjoy my food is enough for me. Now come, let's eat." Jamil hummed, pulling away and pulling out a chair for you.

"About time!" Grim yelped, scampering into his seat and beginning to stuff himself silly.

"Grim! Slow down, you'll choke!" you chuckled, the cat like creature not minding your words as he grabbed another lamb skewer.

As you began to eat, your eyes widened, taste buds bombarded with various spices and herbs and sauces. It all left you speechless, your reaction being a thumbs up and a frantic nodding of your head.

Jamil was over the moon that you liked his food. Seeing you eat well after studying and fasting all day set his mind at ease, his hands moving to hold your empty one.

This was by far the best Iftar (and the best Ramadan) you'd ever had. 🥘

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. . . Warning: nothing.

. . . English is not my native language.

. . . A/n: I hope you enjoy it, enjoy your reading!

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𝑹𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊

"Hey, are you ready for this day? I was thinking, if you'll be my Valentine , I promise I won't take away your food on this day... well, not right away. What do you say? Will you open up your heart to me... and maybe a few sweet treats?"

𝑱𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒉

"Valentine's Day... So many secrets and unanswered desires. You are not afraid to test your feelings, are you? I would be very happy if you became my Valentine, and I promise that this day will leave the most unforgettable impressions. Do you agree?"

𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒉

"Hey, hey, shrimpy! Do you want to be my Valentine? Don't worry, I won't eat you... although, if you want, I can arrange that too! Don't worry, I'll make this day simply amazing for you! It's better not to run away from me... I'll definitely find where you're hiding."

𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍 𝑽𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒓

"Valentines are usually only given to those you truly trust. But I… think you're perfect for this day. Be mine, and I promise I'll behave… like I never have before. It'll be a nice day, won't it?"

𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓

"You... you know that your peace of mind is important to me, so if you don't mind, I'd like to spend this day with you. Just together, without unnecessary noise, just in your company. Will you be my Valentine?"

[michelletsw]

Could I request the first years seeing Vil (or someone else idk) modeling and say "Imagine making money off of being cute/attractive" only for their s/o to say "then you'd be rich then, (first year)"

Gn reader, romantic writings (already in dating)

First years

"Imagine making money off of being attractive"

"You'd be rich if that was your job"

His ears twitch and a faint blush crosses his cheeks and he glances away from you, his tail brushing against your leg as you walk next to him. It's cute how he trys to hide his flustered face but his tail gives it all away wagging so fast behind him showing he's happy, we love our tsundere bois. He'd mumble at you about not in public but he'd pull you closer to him with his hand around your waist. He's still getting use to all your compliments and affection, he's nothing but a teddy bear at heart and he's more comfortable alone but he's not as much in public besides carrying your things or you if you really wanted. (I don't care who you are this mf is 6'3 and buff he can carry you) he gets back to his dorm alone and can't stop thinking about your comment his tail not stopping and his ears pinned back still blushing, he feels like a school girl.

He's taken a back from what you said blushing but he soon gets smug about it. Clearing his throat to compose himself he smirks at you and puts his arm around you teasing you about it. Saying stuff about how you can't resist him and how you must find him soo attractive. When he say you must find him so hot/attractive tell him yes and whipe that smug smile off him, he'd get embarrassed again not sure how to respond. He does his best to play it off and tease you acting cool about it but when he gets back to his dorm he'll be standing in front of the mirror getting ready for bed and it'll be the only thing in his brain. As smug as this nerd is he's a softy at heart and it makes him feel all fuzzy when you compliment him like that, it's reassuring almost.

He gets all blushy and looks away running a hand in his hair. He's not use to compliments but trys his best to give you one back only for it to come out in a stutter and jumbled making you laugh, he smiles at your laughter glad he could atleast make you happy even at his own expense. If you offer him a hug he'd gladly accept his face in your shoulder has you pat his head. He'd make it back to his dorm alone and immediately fangirl out, he'd call his mom and start to ramble about you to her and how much he loves you. Even laying in bed trying to sleep you'd still be in his mind and he doesn't mind the lack of sleep he'll get from it.

Our more aggressive tsundere, he goes beat red it's kinda amusing honestly. He'd try to say something back as a compliment but the only thing that comes out of his mouth is "yudbrtgeruvjidttjem" he start pouting and you offer a hug which he only half way agrees to pouting into your shoulder while you rub his back, he'd be so embarrassed he's not use to lovey-dovey stuff like this don't tell lilia he'd never hear the end of his teasing. When hes alone with you though in his room he's more comfortable, you'd be sitting in his room studying when the conversation goes quiet he'd properly compliment you like the knight he is he'd look you in the eyes as he reaches for your hand gently holding it in his. He won't be able to stop thinking about it when he trys to sleep that night. The faintest smile on his lips as he lays there thinking about you.

Baby boy (don't tell him I said that)... he gets flustered looking away from you, his hand on the back of his neck. He doesn't know what to say when you flirt with him like that other then throwing it right back at you, he composes him self and tell you that there's not enough money in the world for your beauty. You hear his accent when he says beauty and its comforting, he smirks at you and takes your hand as you both walk off. He gets back to his dorm and flops on his bed face in the pillow he thinks back to what you said and he hits his mattress getting giddy thinking about it. But he'd never tell you how much he loved the feeling in his heart when you smile at him saying stuff like that.