#twst fanfic

[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.

[ninaworkingatsams]

When you do something stupid and he reacts to you like:

[jd-loves-fiction]

For your event, may I request Idia and first time together (as in making love)

idk how to word that better. sounded more romantic in my head. Lowkey love how you write Idia BSKEBEJ

💐oh honey thank you🥺you worded that fine hun, making it romantic is my job :3 also this smut is gonna have a heckin lot of plot so sit tight. Also HEAVILY inspired by the Hades game cuz i just love that version of the underworld❤ also couldn't resist adding some angst teehee

❧ Like mortals do

❧ Word count: 4k

❧ Contains: explicit sexual descriptions, handjob, unprotected sex (you're dead but... yknow), penetrative sex, afab!reader, inexperienced!Idia, the floweriest of languages

❧ Idia hates himself for thinking so, but he despises the way your heart remains guarded. No matter what. No matter how much you want to let him in.

He can tell, with the way you get so close to him when delivering documents, how your touch lingers when you hand them over.

And most of all, the way your eyes linger on his form when he is forced out of his office for one reason or another, before you look down bashfully. He can almost see red over your cheeks, were you capable of such a human feat after passing. 

But still, you close yourself off to him, allowing him only an arm's length of proximity and nothing more. 

He feels so selfish for thinking it, but oh, how he wishes he could take comfort from having you by his side during his necessary ventures outside of his chambers. Or better yet, to have you keep him company in his office. Perhaps then he'd actually feel motivated to get work done. 

After some time and research, he surmises that your attachment to the Overworld is to blame. 

And by that, he means he heard you mumbling about it and sighing wistfully while looking up at the cavernous sky of the Underworld. 

Idia decides that something must be done. Not only for his sake, no, mostly for yours, he reasons. Longing for a home no longer accessible will do you no good. 

"H-Hey," he greets you, stepping into the now lush garden, "I hope I'm not interrupting."

He seems to say this a lot nowadays, after having realized how much this place matters to you – your own sanctuary. Much like his office; Idia doesn't like when people enter his office without his permission. 

"Not at all. What do you need?"

"I need you to come with me. There's something I want to show you."

You stand before the door to the Temple of Styx, gulping down your nerves (or trying to) as Idia waits for your signal to open the massive gates.

“I must warn you, it’s only a temporary visit. One way or another, once your time is up, you will return to the Underworld.” The strangely serious tone makes you nod.

"Do you usually do this? For other people, I mean." Perhaps mindless small talk will help calm your nerves. Your ghostly heart is beating so hard you can barely hear Idia over the sound. 

"Of course not. Plus I don't believe the other Shades would want this." His answer raises many questions about how the Underworld works exactly, but you keep back from them. Not now, perhaps later. 

"Ready?" You don't know the answer to his question, but you nod anyway. If not now, never. 

Wind strong enough to knock you on your ass, were you still alive, blows past you as the gates open with a wave of Idia’s hand. Golden sunlight shines upon your skin, though you can no longer feel its heat.

Stepping forward, away from the massive doors, your feet land on soft snow.

The view from above is breathtaking, like something out of a painting... Without color. This simply because of what you're missing. 

You cannot feel the heat of the sun or the cold of the snow and chilly wind nor the softness of the snow beneath your feet and so it all feels... Distant. Hollow. Fake, even. 

You sit by a small stream, a thin layer of ice over it. Placing your feet over it doesn't even move it. Seems you really have no effect on this plane of existence. 

You feel as if you should cry, but no tears come forth, though you know they can, given how much you screamed and cried in agony on your first night of your new 'life'. 

Idia approaches you, you can hear the crunching of the snow beneath his feet, feel his presence behind you. But he doesn't say a word, perhaps not knowing what you need to hear. Nor what you want to hear. 

But there are none such words. For now, all you need is silence, the sound of rustling leaves and birds taking flight. 

“Your time is almost over. I’m sorry, but we must return now of our own will. Otherwise the Underworld will take us forcibly, and that won’t be pleasant.” Idia says gently, knowing he’s already pushing it and warning you too late.

"I just never thought–" Idia leans towards you curiously, waiting for you to continue speaking, "Nevermind."

A sudden tightening appears within your chest, perhaps it's emotion welling up from the knowledge that your original home is no more and all that's left is the desolate land of Death.

But it's not all so bad. Despite how much you resisted in the beginning, now, in this quiet moment, you realize that Idia is not nearly as terrible as you'd initially thought.

He gave you a home, a purpose, despite how much you insulted him to his face, not that you knew it was him then. And after so much pestering, he showed you something that someone dead would never have the chance to see, the Overworld.

You get up from your seat suddenly, hoping to thank him for all he’s done, to face the feelings that have been brewing in your chest for a while now. But dizziness hits you like the cold mountain wind and your legs nearly give out, “W-What’s happening?”

"I warned you. Time's up. But don't worry, it'll be over quickly." Idia speaks softly, hands on your shoulders as you start feeling even more faint.

Your breathing speeds up in a panic, even though you no longer need it, legs shaking under your own weight. Falling backwards, you land upon his chest as your eyelids fall slowly. And then, you're gone.

Waking up your eyelids feel far too heavy to lift, so they remain shut as you feel something lap at you, wet and cold. You realize it’s the blood pool back at the House of Shroud just as Idia takes your body into his arms.

He’s cold but you snuggle closer to his body, seeking not warmth but comfort.

Even as soft, unfamiliar, sheets press against your back, you cling to him. "...don't leave."

Idia blinks down at you, between your droopy eyes and the hands that cling to his clothing.

"I-I shouldn't." You groan at his response, hands crawling upwards and behind his neck to pull him closer. “You should. Because I said so.”

He chuckles before sighing, relaxing beneath your hands and laying beside you.

Idia smells of smoke and... snow. An odd combination to be sure but not wholly unpleasant.

“I wanted… ugh…” You begin, attempting to thank him at least, but your mouth feels as if it’s stuffed with cotton and your head feels both floaty and heavy. It’s as if your body demands sleep despite not needing it.

“Shh… we’ll talk later.” Idia whispers, seemingly cool and collected… if not for the shaking of the pale hand running through your hair. But the effect is the same, in what feels like a second, you’re out like a light, enjoying the luxury that is sleep in the Underworld.

“I see. Well, tell them to hurry it up, I’ve already given them plenty of time to finish it. I get that we have all eternity to get things done but still, I get rather impatient.” Idia’s voice sounds from somewhere distant as you come to, blinking blearily and wondering if you’re still dreaming with how stern he sounds.

No light stings your eyes as they open, finally taking in the dark, lavish room around you. Idia’s room… You’re in Idia’s room still… in his bed, no less.

You sit up so fast you feel dizzy out of human habit. It’s one thing to consider forgiving him, another still to think about confessing about the feelings you’ve kept so well hidden… but to sleep in his bed? You would never!

But… it’s so soft… and cool… and it smells just like him… Focus!

From the balcony beyond the dark curtains comes a grumble, followed by furious clicking and clacking. The long cloth parts just enough for a glimpse of his blue fire mane and for a moment you wonder; could you run your fingers through it like hair? Would it burn you?

Before you know it, your feet take you towards his half-hunched figure, fingers reaching out to sate your curiosities. Just as you get close Idia seems to send your presence behind himself, turning around to greet you, entirely unaware of the mental downpour going inside your head, “Oh! You’re up.”

His expression tells you he’s pleased with this, unlike his tone. He always did seem to have better control over his voice rather than his features.

“Is all that… normal?” Your voice sounds weaker than expected.

“It’s not common for mortals to visit the Overworld after passing but, from the few examples I’ve seen, yes. Very much so.” His voice sounds… oddly stable? Almost confident?

Strange. Very strange.

Sure, in the tales told of his attitude by the other shades he was always cold and stern, but the Idia you now know is anything but.

“T-There’s something I must tell you.” You’re now the one stuttering nervously, but admitting that you misjudged someone so badly would sting anyone’s ego.

Idia tilts his head curiously like a puppy and the thought makes you want to yell in confusion and frustration.

“I… forgive… you.” Getting the words out feels like walking through quicksand but it feels necessary. Despite him being the reason why you ended up here in the first place, Idia’s been nothing but downright indulgent with you in a way that he really didn't have to be and probably shouldn't be.

“I see now all that you’ve done to ease my sorrows. And I understand that I should not have expected to be given more time for being pious. Death comes for us all and I’m no different.” You finally raise you head, just catching the change in his expression, from bashful to somewhat anxious.

“I must be honest with you as well. Your death… was not entirely natural.” Idia looks off into the dark distance, brows furrowed thoughtfully, flame-hair moving rapidly, “I’m not s-sure if this is… something you want to hear about.”

“Yes!” You respond before he’s even done speaking, “I need to know the truth of it. Please,“ The desperation in your voice convinces him, clearing his throat to speak clearly, eyes conveniently averted.

“You were meant to have a much more… tragic death. One I felt was not befitting of your worth.”

“My worth?”

Idia’s wide shoulders drop, hair losing much of its brightness as a gloomy cloud forms over him, “Not many mortals worship my mother. Perhaps her deeds, but never her name… I felt you were worthy of some consideration because you are one of the few who did.”

Processing the information, you remain silent as he continues, “Our relationship’s never been very good but, us immortals, we can't just cut ties. A part of me will never forgive them both for what they did, or what they didn't. But another part of me will always be their son, so I felt I should… I don't know. This must make no sense to you… forget it.” His confidence runs out quickly as his eyes meet yours, cheeks flushing blue upon the pale canvas of his face, before he hides it behind his large hands.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what…”

“Hide your face. I never imagined the gods… bashful.” The mere thought makes you chuckle.

The amusement is cut short upon seeing Idia's face fall, “I'm not like them.”

“Well, sure you're not.” His frown turns into a pout before you continue, “From what I know, you're much more pleasant to be around.”

“I- I appreciate that… but that's not what I meant.”

“What did you mean?” You ask innocently, watching as he curls in on himself, dark blue upon his cheeks.

“I'm just not– I don't– I'm not that handsome, beautiful, whatever you call it. People think I look strange.” He looks away from you, down at the dour grounds of his estate. You think to yourself that such a thing must not be true, not with what you see before you…

Your face flushes at the thought. Could it be that… your forgiveness of his actions… has turned to infatuation? Could it perhaps be that… it was always there beneath the scorn?

But you concede – he is indeed nothing like how you picture the gods to be. No skin of bronze stretched over absurd muscles like in the statues, no absurd posing and posturing at every turn…

“Since now is a time for honesty… No, you’re nothing like them.” The curiosity shining in his irises turns to resigned acceptance at your words, already imagining the worst of what you’ll say next. 

“You’re not extroverted, rowdy or entertaining. You don't walk around like everyone owes you something just because they get to look upon your splendorous visage.” Making a silly pose gets a low chuckle out of him.

“But you know what? I’m glad. Who can stand people– gods? Like that anyway? Not me… if that means anything.” Your face gets so warm so quickly while trying to make your feelings less obvious that you’re worried you might be cursed. That can't be normal.

“You’re…” Words fail you, so much you can and wish to say. How you’d much rather his bashfulness over their boldness, his attentiveness over their supposedly good natured obliviousness, the hesitant stutter of his purely honest words over their confident, practiced speeches. “No words would suffice to tell you just how starkly different you are from them.”

The candidness of your tone gives him pause, it’s as if all that you wish to say but are unable to somehow makes itself known to him anyway. Perhaps he can read minds? You wouldn't put it past him.

His gaze changes, softening to a gentle yellow like the first rays of sunlight peeking out over the horizon – you’re caught in it, unable and unwilling to resist the urge to draw closer and closer to his blue lips.

Idia hesitates at the last second, brows furrowed in frustration, no doubt overthinking the whole ordeal, but your emotions are just about ready to boil over so you heed their order and connect your lips decidedly, hesitation be damned. He’s tense for only a second, before eagerly grabbing at your shoulder as well as the balustrade; his attempt to remain chaste with his touches is adorable, even if all you want to do is devour him, let out all your frustrations along with your fondness for him in one go.

“Idia…” You whisper against his lips, feeling the immense heat of him against your face. The expression he makes is almost painful… delightfully so.

“Please don't do that… I can’t–” He pinches his eyes closed, but makes no move away from you. He’s flushed down to his chest just thinking about how badly he wants you – the thought fills you with a dangerous boldness.

“Why not? Aren’t you the king? You can do as you please… no?” Your hands trail down his arms teasingly, delighting in the way he shivers and twitches.

“I-It’s not so simple. There are rules and r-responsibilities…” It’s to you his consciousness is making up excuses for some reason. You loathe to think it could be the fault of the solitary life he’s lived, full of people who hate him just as you once did… without even knowing him at all.

“There is nothing… There is just you and me here. And I. Want. You.” He gulps loudly.

“If you’ll have me, of course.” The look on his face is hard to describe – it’s like you’ve given him all that he’s ever wanted in life and yet was never allowed to have, and told him that he can have it. 

He hastily grabs your hand to pull you into his bedroom again, his grip remaining surprisingly gentle. Once you make it to his bed, he tenses up, unsure of where to look, where to put his hands, “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

Momentarily, a flash of annoyance crosses his face as if he wants to disagree, before he realises you’re right, “Not the best place to… fall in love.”

“Sounds like someone didn't try hard enough,” you edge closer to where he sits at the edge of the bed – he refuses to meet your eyes still but seems to be more at ease than before, hands relaxed in his lap and hair slowly returning to its natural blue.

“Hey,” you croon, grasping his chin gently, “I can guide you, if you’d like. I’m no expert but I do know a bit about… worldly pleasures.”

“A bit more than me, I’m sure.” He replies bashfully, eyes glued to your lips as you draw close once more. You give him only a peck before pulling back, then going back in at the downright desperate look in his eye. Who knew a god would be so easy to bend.

Your hands grasp his in his distraction, pulling them to the edge of your robes. Lost in your kiss, which keeps getting hotter, he pulls the cloth away as you wordlessly command. The robes part easily, fluttering away from your body.

Once his eyes open, he finds himself staring at your bare form, flushing a deeper blue in response. A string of saliva hangs from his slack bottom lip, eyes roaming all of you appreciatively – though he seems much too flustered to admit it aloud.

“Now you.” You whisper, hands delicately placed at the edge of his ornate robes, before he gives a twitchy nod, closing his eyes as you lay him bare to your eyes.

Hands held you pull him to sit against the carved wooden headboard, observing his naked figure as you do. He sure looks godly. 

Idia’s eyes dart in every direction like corner prey, hands clenched around his silk sheets in what you suspect is more excitement than trepidation. You crawl to where he sits, kisses placed in what milky skin you pass by, delighting in his adorable twitching, “You’re a god, right? All you need to do is let me worship you.”

Not a second wasted, you start with his flushed neck, kisses laid against it like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings and still he flinches as if you’ve struck him with a leather whip. Descending to his pale chest, you do the same along with a gentle nibble close to his nipple, soothed quickly with a pass of your warm tongue.

He calls out your name like a prayer – desperate and vulnerable. If you were yourself a god, you think you’d not be too bad at it, since you’d never dare refuse such a humble request.

Your mouth moves almost on its own, your very soul utterly entranced by him and his delicious reactions to the touch of a mere mortal, kissing and licking his chest and abdomen more firmly now, as if it were possible to nibble your way through to the very soul of him and settle yourself there.

Drawing back to allow him to catch his breath, your gaze crawls over the way his features shift from the pleasure, dark blue over his features like watercolor paint. Your hand cradles the side of his face to grab his attention, before your other hand lowers itself to his cock – hard and darkened already, gleaming a faint silver at the tip. It’s beautiful and otherworldly, same as the rest of him and you ache to tug on it until he’s crumbling in your arms as mortals do.

Asking for silent permission with your gaze, you wrap your cool fingers around him once he nods, receiving an instant reaction when his back tenses up as if electricity just passed through him, a moan trapped in the back of his bashful throat. You’re suddenly filled with a need to get those sounds out of him.

Your hands move gently, up and down, grip steady but delicate. His breath is beyond uneven, hitching and exhaling in a rush at the slightest movement. Only a sliver of his eyes is open, watching you shyly, “You’re so beautiful, Idia.”

The face he makes makes it seems as if you’ve stabbed him, so gorgeously stunned for a moment before his head falls back with a breathy whimper, “Don’t– Gods, I–”

Movements continue, a rhythm established; when your thumb ghosts over his tip his whole body twitches. Who but the Fates could’ve foreseen that the man you so despised would end up putty at your feet.

By the way he reacts, Idia is undoubtedly close and so you slowly, carefully, pull your hand away – meeting his befuddled gaze head on as he finally looks you in your lust-darkened eyes, “Not yet,” you tell him.

His breathing is ragged as you place yourself on his lap, feeling the heat of him from the proximity. Hands around his face, you observe the frankly pitiful expression he sports – head lowered as he gazes up at you from beneath dark lashes, blue bottom lip poking outward slightly, “Please…”

You think for a moment that not spoiling this man might just be impossible.

“I’ve got you, my dear.” you whisper tenderly, kissing him sweetly. There’s something in his glowing gaze, an intensity you’ve never seen – he wants this as much as you, even if his mouth refuses to let him admit it.

Wordlessly, you grasp his cock again, moving it towards your drenched center, foreheads touching as he waits for you to move. You do when he’s not expecting it, tearing a sudden moan from deep within his chest as you insert the very tip of him into you.

His face immediately moved to the crook of your neck, hands gripping onto your side with a vice, entire body trembling at the warmth of you. Inch by delicious bitter inch, you sit yourself fully atop his milky lap, listening closely to his ruined breathing and quickened heartbeat. There are moans hiding behind his teeth and they escape him slowly and quietly when he cannot hold them within.

Your name falls from his lovely lips ceaselessly now, on every exhale as you start moving up and down on him, tenderly but firmly. He feels extraordinary inside you, stretching at every sensitive spot perfectly with unknowing precision. Despite how loud he is, you yourself cannot deny the effect he has on your body without even meaning to – you’re losing your mind as you ride him faster and faster without realizing it.

His mouth seals itself upon your neck suddenly, sharp teeth digging into your flesh in a way that would’ve hurt were you still alive, burying his sounds in your skin as you both grow closer and closer, “Almost there, I’ve got y-you, Idia. I’ve g-got you…”

The weakness in your reassurance makes it less convincing, not that Idia notices with how lost in the moment he is, high so close he can taste it on the back of his tongue along with the lingering taste of your skin. 

The very air around you seems to vibrate with undeniable power as Idia finally comes, heaving against your shoulder, noises finally unrestrained.

Your own end catches you off guard, so lost are you in his pleasure, punching the air from your lungs as you slam down on him one last time.

Breaths mingling, you sit for what could be minutes or hours, staring into each other’s heady gazes. His face seems to now be permanently tainted a dark flustered blue, though his eyes hold nothing but bare admiration and affection – a look you’d previously thought him incapable of possessing. You're sure you must look similar.

“I–”

“You don't need to speak–”

“No,” he replies firmly, hand grasping yours against his cheek, nose digging into the softness of your palm tenderly, “I must apologize for the situation I put you in. I had no right to make that decision for you. Even if it all turned out alright in the end.”

“It is the way of the gods, is it not?” You answer dismissively, looking off to the side once the reality of who you’re speaking to crashes down on you. 

Just how different from them can he really be?

You completely miss the dejected look on his face.

[thebluester2020]

[TWST] "In Another Reality" [Pt.2]

Summary: In a strange twist of fate, you've been given a "second" chance to return back to the strange world of Twisted Wonderland. Although only a year has passed, it seems like time hasn't moved all the same but, as you wake from sleeping at a table in the halls of a dark castle...you feel like you've been here before, in one of your dreams.

Warning(s): Fluff, Possible OOC Malleus (I haven't gotten to the Diasomnia book yet y'all 😭), AU where Malleus has graduated and is on the way to becoming king, Based on the song "Once Upon A Dream" (writing Malleus based on Sleeping Beauty is actually so much fun wtf???),

Side Note(s): The part one that inspired this is here!

I originally wasn't going to write a second part to this since I like writing open-ended angst every now and again but someone wanted a happier ending to this so I had to oblige 😔. (Also, Im not at the book of Diasomnia yet so excuse the possible inaccurate world-building of Briar Valley 😩)

The last thing you remember was crying yourself into a dreamless slumber.

Beforehand, you dreamed of Twisted Wonderland, a strange yet magical world that you had managed to leave almost a year ago. For the most part, you've fully adjusted back to living in your original world and all the usual things that came with it. And while it was fine, you missed the people you found yourself getting attached to in Twisted Wonderland, especially Malleus.

That night, after coming home from work, you missed him more than anything.

Each time you remembered how his voice sounded or the way he'd look at you, place featherlight kisses upon the back of your hand, or escort you everywhere like the prince he was. Your heart both swooned and yet mourned the loss of him, and when you had settled into bed later that night, all you could think of was wanting to see him one last time and tell him everything that you were previously too scared to do so beforehand. You wanted to tell him how much he meant to you, how nice his voice was to your ears, and most importantly? How you loved him.

That's all you wanted, nothing more.

That's all you wanted, nothing more.

. . .

Which...may have given you a clue as to how you ended up where you are now.

Currently, you were in the clearing of some large forest. It was nighttime and besides the chirping of crickets and the occasional nighttime bird call, it was silent and...eerily familiar. You couldn't place your finger on it, perhaps it was the fireflies that blinked occasionally in the air or the way the air smelled a little bit fresher compared to your world!

But, you almost wanted to say that you had— "Hello?" You spoke out as you suddenly whipped your head to the side like a deer who had heard a branch crack in the woods.

Suddenly, even the crickets didn't even dare to sing as you slowly rose to your feet and strained your eyes in an attempt to peer further into the darkness of the thorny woods beyond. When a few minutes had passed, no other branches breaking during that short time period, you dared to step away from the spot where your feet had practically glued themselves out of fear to where...when you had looked behind you that is, a path from the clearing had somehow opened up.

Like magic—no.

Maybe this was a dream.

There was no way you were...there. That strange, twisted world where magic existed and the love you never got to pursue existed as well. This was merely a dream, a dream that you decided you would indulge yourself in until you woke back up, leading you to go down the path away from the clearing until you eventually found yourself at a lake.

Underneath the moonlight, combined with the fireflies that sparkled above the lake and the array of mystical blue lights that seemed to twirl and dance upon the water's surface, everything was absolutely breathtaking. As you settled down next to a large tree that hung just near the lake's edge, the cool breeze that had just started to graze against your skin making you shiver a little, you had begun to wish that you had dreamed yourself wearing warmer clothing rather than your sleep clothes.

Until you heard another branch crack behind you.

This time you didn't think to look back.

Monster or not, this wasn't real no matter how much you wanted it to be.

Another crack of a branch.

You still didn't look but...you did feel that someone was watching you, closely even— "You won't look at me?" That voice.

It couldn't be. "This is a dream," There was a shiver in your voice, your mind suddenly warring against itself about whether or not to scold itself for being so cruel to imagine that you were suddenly hearing your crush's voice or to pour out your feelings once again to an imagination inside your dream. Then again...you weren't sure if you could take a morning of tears afterward. "A dream?" The voice—Malleus answered once more, his voice closer now as you heard the sound of soft footsteps.

"...Yes." You were almost ashamed to break the illusion so quickly. "You're not real." You kept going.

When silence followed, your eye line began to burn with unshed tears as you whispered curses to yourself. You wished you hadn't responded to "Malleus" the way that you did, especially when you truly wanted to— "...Don't tell me I'm not real, please." Malleus weakly whispered then, from the corner of your eye, you saw a figure appear from the side of the tree you sat next to. "Especially when I hope that you aren't a figment of my imagination, Child of Man." The nickname he used for you was like hearing a familiar melody. Sweet and nostalgic your eyes widened more and more by the second as you took him in. He was noticeably a little older than the last time you saw him; his hair was longer, and his horns had grown a little as well. They were decorated in bands and jewels it seemed, while his clothing...no longer was it the uniform of Night Raven college but clothing that seemed befitting of a king rather than a prince.

But his eyes looked just as kind-hearted as before, dreams or a reality that seemed so long ago.

Until now.

"How—How do I know you're real, t-that this isn't another dream?" You said as you slowly stood up, your hands clasped together over your chest while your legs unconsciously brought you closer and closer to Malleus. To which he gave you a silent answer by wiping away a tear from your cheek that you hadn't even noticed had fallen, to begin with, in your dreams, each touch was featherlike and similar to a ghost's. You knew you were supposed to feel something but couldn't, yet this touch had weight and warmth behind it. One that made you lean into his touch in a bid to search for more of it. "Malleus I—" I missed you. I love you. I shouldn't have left, I've dreamt of you for years since I left this world. You wanted to vomit out every little thing that had been on your mind since you left Twisted Wonderland, to make your feelings known and to try and make up for lost time, yet the only thing that had managed to leave your lips was a simple— "...I'm sorry."

"For leaving..." You quickly added on. "I should've told you that I was leaving, I shouldn't have...just left you like that."

Slowly, Malleus' hand left your cheek before it, along with his other hand, went to grab yours, holding them so tightly within his own that you had a mind to think he was trying to crush them.

But, even after so long, you were still confident he'd never do that to you.

"Don't apologize, especially when I know that being in a foreign land—a foreign world couldn't have been easy for you." He whispered. "But you came back."

You nodded, your heart pounding against your chest as you felt your mouth quickly dry. The moment was here, the moment you practically had been begging for since you had realized that you wanted that second chance to tell Malleus how you felt but now that it was here— "How have you been?" You hesitantly asked.

"I've graduated Night Raven." He stated the obvious with a light smile. "My time to become king dawns ever closer, I've...been nervous. Time appears to move faster with each blink, yet now? It's finally slowed."

You couldn't help the blush that steadily rose to your cheeks. "How have you been?" He asked.

"Good," You shrugged. Neither a lie nor totally the truth. But you worried you'd sound pathetic if you admitted that you missed him this whole time, that each dream you had, it would always feature him and you together. "I missed Twisted Wonderland, I still don't know how I got here." You said.

"Fate?" Malleus answered before he allowed himself a moment to think about his words. Then it was his turn for his cheeks to begin to tint pink, the sight making your heart flutter especially as his eyes looked away yet his hands still tightly held your own, as if he were afraid that you'd disappear again. But, the prince—or...well, soon-to-be king, regained his composure. "I missed you, our friendship and the time we shared together were some of the happiest memories I have the privilege to remember."

You giggled quietly. "I missed you as well." Slowly, the mood shifted into something...different.

Suddenly, you felt like you were in the past, back in Night Raven college where you had shared a moment with Malleus near a lake. The two of you talked for hours, laughing with one another before time seemed to freeze and the both of you were simply looking at one another with a softness that went beyond friendship, but...the moment was too peaceful, to interrupt it with talks of feelings and the likes when the mere presence of one another was more than enough.

This moment currently, the both of you reunited, was similar, and yet...you wanted to spill your heart out.

So, you gathered your courage and did just that. "I've regretted leaving this world so much," You started. "Especially when I never got a chance to tell you how I felt." You pushed past the way Malleus' eyes widened.

"Y/N—"

"I love you." You blurted out. "I did back in Night Raven college." You held Malleus' hands tighter as if you were silently pleading for him to continue listening to you say the words you've wanted to say for so long now. "T-The moment I left this world, I regretted it, I felt like I was going crazy. I dreamed of you, wishing and hoping on a star that I could rewind time and go back, even if it were for a second...even if you didn't like me back...I just wanted to see you again—" Suddenly, you were pulled close before a pair of lips met your own. And it was like fireworks went off inside of your chest, your mind nearly exploding from how fast your thoughts were rushing through your brain whilst your body nearly shook from the sheer force of your feelings.

Yet when Malleus slowly parted his lips from your own, greedily, you tried to chase after him before he laughed quietly. "Greedy," He teased you.

You gulped and quickly put distance between the two of you once more. "Malleus..."

"I've liked—loved you as well, even when you left...I could never bring to allow my heart to skip a beat for another like it had for you." He whispered. "In my dreams, I've walked with you, talked with you so many times that I feared I was losing my sanity...so many times, I begged you in my dreams to love me back, to say that you accepted my feelings but I'd awaken every single time before I could hear you." Malleus continued to pour out to you.

"My dreams have come true,"

"As have mine." With an elated smile, Malleus pressed another kiss to your lips, although quick, in that single split second, you felt every passion and eagerness that Malleus wanted to display to you. And as you pressed yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, you couldn't help but smile.

Nothing could ruin the moment between you two, for both of your dreams had finally come true after so long...a love rekindled.

[twisted-writing]

Jellyfish!reader

For Anonymous

Who asked :Is it possible for you to write a jellyfish merfolk reader X Octavinelle. (Gender neutral reader pls🙏 ) I would like to think that jellyfish reader is very calm and chill, often times spacing out or not knowing what's going on around them. and a bit of a himbo/bimbo but also incredibly smart when they want to be and also knowing everything that happens around them even when they're getting distracted or daydreaming

POV:Third Person

Characters: Jellyfish!merfolk!reader, Divus Crewel (mentioned)

Established Relationship: Gender neutral!Jellyfish!merfolk!reader x Jade Leech

WC: 416

“Senpai!”

“Psst, Senpai!”

Cracking one eye open, Y/N looked to who was calling them and saw that it was Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade, and the reason they kept their voices down? Well, it was obvious really. There was no yelling in the library of Night Raven College, even though it was just the three of them.

“We need your help!”

“With what?”

“We were in Professor Crewel’s class and we made quite the mess, even though it was Ace’s fault.”

“Oi! How was I supposed to know that the last two potion ingredients would react that way and cause that big of a hole in the wall?!”

“It was on the board! And clearly instructed you-!”

“Alright. Alright.” Y/N yawned as they sat up.” “I think I got the picture. I’ll help you.” Before they go to fight each other in the library. Which Y/N didn’t want. It was one of the few places they could rest peacefully other than Jade’s room.

“You will?!”

“I knew we could count on you Senpai!”

“As long as it doesn’t take too long. Jade and I have a date tonight.” Y/N didn’t have to turn around to see the look of underlying fear that passed between Ace and Deuce. It was something that they used to, being known as the person who had perhaps gone crazy to be able to be in a relationship with Jade Leech.

No one in the school actually said it out loud.

They wouldn’t resist being squeezed by Jade or his twin, Floyd. Or worse: having to face both of them.

When they finally arrived at Professor Crewel’s classroom, Y/N saw just how big the hole was. How much damage was done.

They immediately wanted to go back to sleep.

Preferably in Jade’s arms.

But they had agreed to do this.

The sooner they started, the sooner they could finish.

[the-fab-fox]

In twenty-one minutes I took these three because it's cater and his two friendship boosts for his card.

And when I look at these screens with the character you're sending to class and the choices for alchemy class partner. I look at this and go.

Okay, how could I make Ruggie x Cater x Idia work with all three dating each other by the end.

And, by jove, I did it!

And I did it in twenty-one minutes. A full outline with everything figured out for the most part including gists of dialogue and the resolution and everything. In. Twenty one. Minutes. Ahhhh~

It doesn't happen often but I'm so proud of myself so I wanted to share with y'all.

Hope y'all are okay with that! 🥰🥰🥰

[idiashroudshusband]

Iridescent Flames - Idia Shroud x Reader / Fluff

It was a quiet evening in Idia Shroud’s dorm room—well, as quiet as it ever got, with the hum of gaming consoles, the beep of notifications from an in-game chat, and the gentle clatter of buttons being pressed with practiced speed. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of multiple screens and neon-blue fire from Idia’s ever-present hair.

You sat cross-legged on his bed behind him, as he sat on the floor in front of you, a floating pop up screen displaying his game in front of him, your hands sifting gently through the cascade of blue flames that danced like silk under your fingers. Despite the fact that it wasn’t hair in the traditional sense, it was oddly soft, warm, and surprisingly pliable. Idia had been skeptical at first when you suggested braiding it.

“You really wanna… mess with this?” he had muttered, fidgeting with the buttons on his controller. “I mean, it’s—uh—it’s not normal hair. It’s basically fire..”

“And it’s beautiful,” you’d countered, already reaching for the bright strands with an eager smile. “and I’m not seeing it burning me at all.”

Now, as you gently worked your fingers through his hair, parting it into sections, Idia sat cross-legged on the floor, fully absorbed in his latest dungeon crawl. His focus was split between dodging traps and managing his party’s health bars, but every so often, he made a soft sound—half a sigh, half a contented hum—when your fingers grazed his scalp.

"Hey, careful," he muttered as a sudden flash on the screen made him wince. "If you pull too hard, I’ll—gah!" He flinched as his character narrowly avoided a fireball. "Okay, okay, that wasn’t you. That was the boss. Totally the boss."

You laughed softly, leaning forward to press your forehead against the back of his head. "Relax. I’m not going to hurt you. And besides, I think I’m getting the hang of this."

"Yeah?" His voice dropped into a mumble, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink, the ends of his hair turning a soft rosy pink.

"Yep. Almost done with this braid." You twisted the final section neatly, securing it with a small hair tie you'd had on your wrist. "There. How does it feel?"

Idia shifted slightly, pausing his game to reach up and touch the neatly woven braid. The ends flickered like a candle flame, giving off a soft glow. His fingers lingered over the intricate pattern you’d created. His cheeks flushed, and a small smile appeared on his face.

"...It’s nice," he admitted, so quietly you barely caught it.

Your smile grew. "Nice enough to let me do another?"

A long pause. Then, a tiny nod.

"Just… don’t tell Ortho," he muttered, going back to his game. "He’ll take pictures and turn it into a slideshow or something embarrassing."

You giggled, already unbraiding his hair to do another hair style with his fire-blue hair. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

[ramshackle-ramblings]

Fish

[sinjaangels]

Outlined quick bullets of chapter 1 through 11 of She Came from Outer Space, Book 2.

In-depth outlines up to chapter 4.

I am ready to write.

[sunnysidesevenup]

Moonlight Song: Chapter 2

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The group jumps at the unexpected voice, although it takes Yuichi a moment to catch up to what’s going on. In the time where he’s blinking dumbly, Arlo has already swiped a startled hand in the direction of the voice, although the owner is easily able to dodge.

“My, I must have really startled you! My bad.” Lilia says, smiling at them. He puts his hands on his hips, ignoring the bewildered staring from the group. “I heard you need good singers who are free!”

Vil recovers quickly, composing himself first while everyone else is still coming down from being startled. “And… you’re offering, Lilia?”

“Of course! My voice is quite marvelous, even if it wasn’t quite what you were looking for in the VDC…” He gives Vil a slightly narrowed look, perhaps still a little miffed over not making it, although it seems to mostly be a joke. “I am part of the Pop Music Club, you know!”

Arlo’s startled look has narrowed into a withering glare, “I don’t even know you.” He says, pointedly crossing his arms.

Lilia remains unfazed by the words, “Ah, but it seemed like that wasn’t an issue when you were talking about it before!”

Yuichi sighs, “Lilia, you need to stop eavesdropping on people.” Having been startled enough times by the man, frankly, he’s used to it.

The fae in question simply giggles, “But where’s the fun in that?”

Vil just sighs. “Alright, well… it would be difficult to find many people this short notice, so we’re happy to have you, Lilia.”

Arlo’s expression makes it very clearly what he thinks of that particular notion, although he doesn’t say anything.

Yuichi, though, is confused. “Hey… why aren’t you asking Jade and Floyd?” He asks the shorter boy, who’s shoulders immediately stiffen.

“I don’t want them to come.” He says firmly.

“That’s what he said when I asked, as well.” Vil notes. “I’m not quite sure why you’re being so stubborn about that. They’re your friends, aren’t they?”

Arlo scowls. “They’ll just cause trouble. It’s complicated, okay?”

“How so?”

“They… don’t like my siblings.”

Vil frowns, “Your… siblings? That’s all?”

Arlo’s eyes dart to the ground, and he shifts uncomfortably. “Yeah.” He says.

“Well!” Lilia claps. “Since those two are out of the picture, I’ll happily lend my services!” He flashes a grin, “I already have someone in mind, so we’ll meet at the mirror chamber tomorrow morning! Bye, now~”

Before anyone can question him further, Lilia vanishes just as quickly as he came, leaving the group staring at the empty spot he left. Arlo kicks the ground slightly, frustrated. “Vil, what are the chances I’ll tolerate whoever he brings?” He asks.

Vil’s eyes shut tightly and he pinches the bridge of his nose. “With you? Very low.”

“Great.” The Pomefiore student scoffs. “Well, I’m done for the day.” With that, he spins on his heel and walks off, not even offering a goodbye.

Yuichi glances at Vil beside him. “Uh… it’s nice of you to help out.” He mutters quietly.

Vil is frowning at where his lowerclassman once was. “I have a bit of an ulterior motive, to be frank.” He admits, glancing over to the Ramshackle Prefect. When he sees Yuichi’s raised eyebrow, he offers further explanation. “Signing him up for a competition like this feels strange, doesn’t it? I’ve never even heard that stubborn boy sing.”

“Ah.” Yuichi nods. “That is strange.”

“Well, I assume we’ll figure it out.”

[atwistedride]

THANK FUCK IT DIDN'T END IN A TIE, but with that 'Ghost Marriage ~Proposal of Destiny~' now has a date for when it will take place!

... ON TO MORE EVENTS AND POLLS!

God, this is suffering...

I got like no clue when this would take place, so if any ppl want it I'd end up doing a poll for when it should happen.

[elizzsush]

Merfolk Courting Rituals | TWST

Octavinelle Dorm X Reader

Azul X Reader, Jade X Reader, Floyd X Reader,

---- Merfolk typically have instinctual ways they begin 'courting' or a relationship, in the deep sea you need to be sure of your partner after all. (Non-Human courting rituals part 2/3)

Savanaclaw Ver. | Diasomnia Ver.

Floyd:

It was spring when it happened. Almost summer. The days we’re warming up and everyone was suffering a bit for it.

Usually, you would be able to go about your business alone, or perhaps with the company of Grim if he felt like it. Today however, a certain eel was towering over your shoulder. “Shrimpy~” he’d giggle, a shiver was sent down your spin at his voice.

You slowly turned around. “A-ah? Hey Floyd…” you smiled warily. You usually, like most people in school, avoided the eel like the plague. He flashed his sharp teeth at you and extended his hand, the other one in his pocket in a more relaxed manner then your posture.

“A tooth…?” You squinted at the item, it was pointy: like his own teeth.

Realistically, you didn’t really wanna hold this. Not that you’d tell him that. You glanced up at him again and saw those same teeth, not a single one out of place. “Do ya like it?~”

He leaned closer to your face, his eyes widened ever so slightly in a more intimidating manner. Clearly his lack of personal space had never changed. “Um… yes! I do…?!” You were quick to awnser back.

Pleased with himself, he giggled loudly and walked away.

What was that about?

After that he’d keep approaching you with odd gifts… at one point he presented you with the largest pearl you’ve ever laid your eyes on and then the next day he gifted you with a handful of beautiful scales.

You dreaded to think about the poor mer behind that gift…

Either way, this was suspicious, right? When Floyd leech approached you, you either run away or get squeezed, why were you getting gifts? It also didn’t help your relationship with the Housewarden of Heartslabyul, who now avoids you like the plague.

Seriously, when you walk into a room Riddle happened to be in, he jumps up and leaves immediate- sometimes even running away like you were his tormentor instead of Floyd!

You’d also noticed that Floyd would yawn more around you… You didn’t think you were boring either because he wouldn’t be around you if you were boring to begin with! “Are you getting enough sleep?”

“Eh? Shrimpy doesn’t like me?” Floyd pouted, You noticed him glance at your mouth breifly. “Shrimpy~ that’s rude.” He’d whine louder, a darker look in his eyes than usual. You had no clue if you had offended him or not that time…

Another time was this happened. It actually happened far more often than you would think or enjoy.

“Shrimpy~” he’d say repeatedly to annoy you while you walked around school. Like when a sibling kept poking at you and claiming they weren’t touching you, but he had his hands behind his head as he followed behind you a bored expression on his face. He had been hanging around you more.

Sadly that meant your friends were less likely to approach you. And if they did it was because they neglected to see the towering eel boy.

“My, My, Floyd had taken quite a liking to you.” Jade stated offhandedly one day. You were at the Mostro Lounge (Azul was tired of Floyd skipping work and offered you free meals to hang out so Floyd would get back to work.)

You glanced at the Eel with a confused look. “What do you mean?” He simply looked down at the small necklace you had made with Floyd’s… gifts of a tooth and scales. I’m your defense they made very nice jewelry. Was it a bit messed up to be wearing some students scale and possibly their tooth? Perhaps… but you were poor and wanted something nice to wear.

With the same odd mysterious smile, Jade was off to serve the next costumer.

So you took it upon yourself to figure out what that meant!

First you went asking around Octavinelle. This was a bad idea because most students avoid you like you were Floyd.

Thankfully you managed to corner one, A trembling student you was glancing behind and around you the whole while you talked to him. "So?" You finally asked, a hand on your hip.

"Uh... What? C-could you repeat the question...?" He finally looked to you.

"Whats up with Floyd!" You finally snapped a bit, with a groan and a small eyeroll you glared at the smallfry.

"A-aren't you his...?"

"What on earth does that mean..." You groaned in annoyance too yourself. You were still, very, extremely lost.

Jade:

Whatever do you mean? You started courting him first if he wasn’t mistaken.

It was a Monday afternoon during autumn you believed, when he was serving you in the Mostro Lounge while you were studying. (They had a exclusive deal that lasted only that day) It was pretty late and so, you, like a very normal human, yawned. “My, If I’m not mistaken this is hardly that time of year.” He replied slyly as he gave you your half off drink.

You just glanced at him in confusion as he bowed and excused himself, ever the polite waiter.

That was… odd.

What was stranger was, now Jade has this habit of gifting you things he found on his hikes. It started with a flower to then a mushroom and for some reason he had gifted you a rock? He said he found it “fascinating” So he gifted it to you.

You didn’t really know either…

This whole issue began to intimidate you. I mean, Jade leech, gifting you things? There had to be some kind of motive behind it! There is always a motive behind the Octa-trios advances.

So, not wanting to owe him anything, you began gifting him things in return. “I found this at the store and thought you might like it.” You’d smile warily and a bit nervously as you extended a hand, in it a Dorsel Fin candy.

He’d smile and accept your gift, you’d breath a sigh of relief and go about your day as usual. At least now you didn’t owe him anything!

Now it became a habit, or a fun little game! Whenever Jade would gift you something, you’d look for something of equal value or better! Something he’d like. You’d attempt to one up him, but it was as if he knew about your game somehow and wasn’t letting you win.

Eventually it started to become something else, he was just... always there now? You'd turn around and almost scream! Because: was he there the whole time?

The worst part? He helped you so much more than half the time you turned around, and he wasn't there, you wished he was. He was making your life harder by not being there!

Here is the thing, you can't just get someone use to having a nice, helpful helping hand who is also attractive and then just take that away! Its inhumane.

You gifted him a terrarium you made yourself.

You didn't know why you did it. Maybe you liked his company and wanted to show your appreciation, maybe it was just because you were fond of him.

It was pretty out of the blue as well. You had been working on it for a week now, it wasn't anything remotely at Jade's own level but it was nice. (It better have been because that hike to gather everything almost killed you.)

Was it worth it? Yes. Seeing his eyes widen slightly before he regained his composure was absolutely worth it. He almost had to cough into his hand in Suprise.

Jade wasn't the most expressive, but you had a few ideas of what his Suprise would be look like. "Do you like it?"

"I do perfect. Thank you."

Note: Jade will never confess. It'll be one of those relationships where you don't know how it started but now your married so... Have fun!

Azul:

He was hopeless. Everybody knew this simple fact, except of course: you.

He was a businessman, not a... romance man!

From the way he'd tug at his tie like it was choking him when you were around, to how flushed he'd get when you even glanced in his direction. This guy was absolutely hopeless.

He actually turned... A very bright red was he turning purple as well? and immediately fixes his posture when you're in the room.

Thankfully, it takes two to tango and you were interested in him as well.

So, yeah, it was up to you to pursue the shady businessman who isn't very shady around you and instead acts like, in his own words, "an idiot."

So, no... he doesn't exactly court you. You court him.

You bring him cool things you find, blabber on about what you like and what you think he would like. He was... very confused and flustered, but happy you were there.

It was only after you took an active role in the relationship that he relaxed slightly and began to play along. Giving gifts back and ranting about the business and some poor unfortunate soul he scammed helped.

As everything began to relax in your guy's relationship. It got too comfortable, well, comfortable wasn't the right word. He was comfortable, you were suffering.

Why wasn't he making a move?! Didn't he like you?

Meanwhile, he was feeling pretty good. Jade and Floyd had gotten to a place where they don't tease him as much about not being able to make a move with you. (He didn't you made all the moves.) And his crush was showering him with attention!

You'd glance at him nervously while you sat at Mostro Lounge. He was counting his contracts. His new ones he had started to reaccumulate.

You physically couldn't hold it back anymore. It had been a week. A whole week of nothing new happening between the two of you. The words fell from your lips fast, like rushing water you tried to hold back but couldn't. It would have always slipped through the cracks in your fingers anyway... So you asked him, the burning question. "I like you. Do you like me...?" You finally blurted out.

"What?" He froze up. His head whipping in your direction he didn't know what to do or say and- he was ruining this wasn't he?

Azul had always been an anxious boy, it helped him- Because despite those anxieties he'd show them. he'd overcome them! He always had. But what do you do exactly when the person your heart has been beating oddly for asked that?

"I- um..." was all you needed before you stood up and left. Trying to fight back the small burn that began in your eyes before you cried. "Wait!" He called out but you had been out the door far too soon to even remotely hear him.

It was... a whole thing. He hated it, you hated it, and despite him refusing to admit it, you both cried over it. You always did love the classic miscommunication trope. But it happened. And frankly, you' prefer it this way in the long run. Because when everything was cleared up...

You got to kiss the octopus boy!

A smile on your face when you pulled away, he stared at you slightly shocked but very happy.

In a side note, after you kissed him, he wondered around aimlessly for a good while before he broke out of whatever spell you put him under. (You're still the magicless perfect of ramshackle...)

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Note: Floyd is my favorite. I hope you could tell lol Do I adore Azul? Yes! Was he the last one I wrote so it was kind of rushed and not very long? Also yes... I tried to make it a bit special-er?

[yuuchama]

"Fascinating."

You tried to ignore Malleus Draconia and his commentary, despite him towering behind you. On occasion he would lean forward, in such close proximity that strands of his hair fell forward and tickled your neck.

"What purpose does this tool serve? Why do you simply not use magic?" he inquired.

"There is no magic in my world," you reminded him. "I guess people in the past used regular fire, but nowadays this is way easier. And safer."

Malleus took a step back as you moved to retrieve a plate. He kept his focus on the strange machine atop your counter. It ticked with each passing second. His curious green eyes were reflected in its shiny metal shell. He put his hands behind his back and watched like an old man observing street construction.

With a loud ding, two slices of bread jumped out from the device. You put them on the plate and hurried to spread butter before they cooled off. Malleus smiled with glee.

"Heh. How amusing. You never cease to amaze me with new things."

You offered him the first buttered slice, which he eagerly accepted. You'd never seen a man so enraptured by a toaster before. He dug his fangs into the golden-brown bread with a satisfying crunch.

"Only takes a couple of minutes," you boasted. "Anyone can use it, no magic required, and it cooks all sorts of stuff. Bread, frozen waffles... frozen pancakes..."

You realized maybe the toaster was not as versatile as you thought, but cooking bread and frozen breakfast goods was still plenty impressive.

Malleus polished off his snack by licking the crumbs around his mouth. "Delicious. Do you have anything more we can use? I would like to try operating this... toaster."

[jd-loves-fiction]

CONGRATS ON 1.3K !! for the event, could i have leona and when the time comes for him to choose between you or his arranged marriage partner and family ? tysm in advance :D

💐ANGST OH GOD!!! See if you spot the Lion king reference (hint: that scene when Scar’s playing with a mouse)

Second-born prince, whom you come upon, sleeping by a river and decide to recruit him to help you loot the royal palace. He agrees, solely out of spite for his brother… and hopefully to delay his arranged marriage. Which becomes even more of a problem the more time he spends with you…

❧ Wc: 1.2k

❧ How life could be

❧ He owes them nothing. No, less than nothing. Less than the dirt beneath his boot. 

How dare they force every decision upon him since his birth and then expect him to choose them once given the option to do so freely. Not a chance.

‘You’re my brother, I wouldn't want to force this onto you.’ Falena had told him. As if him preferring to act more as his king than his brother most days hadn't forced most things in his life onto him already.

Even if Falena didn't wish that, everyone else certainly made it clear they did.

Neji was very adamant in reminding Leona of all he hadn't done for his kingdom and how this was the perfect opportunity to make up for it.

As if he hasn't been trying to make himself useful all this time.

Fuck him. Him and the whole system that made this happen. If only he'd been born first…

“Look who wandered into my lair,” you greet him cheekily, barely taking note of the frustrated look on Leona’s face. Since your little heist you’d grown closer, but he mostly retained his sour demeanor, so you pay it little mind, “can’t get enough of me?”

He chuckles through a scoff, moving to mirror you by leaning on your open door frame, so close you can feel his tense huffs against your face, “I’d have no other reason to linger around these parts otherwise, now would I?”

“Oh, I don't know, you could be visiting your favorite girl!” Leona glances behind you at the courtyard behind your house, where a myriad of children play in the shade. Among them is a small beastgirl, no older than five and struggling to keep up with her larger peers, but no less entertained as them. When you’d returned from the palace with your loot, she’d immediately glued herself to his side, thanking him for helping you with large, watery eyes. “She’s been asking about you.”

He sighs, what the little girl saw in him, he can't imagine but it’s sweet nonetheless. “How’ve you been?”

A flash of surprise passes through your gaze, before you stretch in exaggerated exhaustion, “It’s been so tiring being the most popular person around – everyone wants to greet me in the morning, the kids wanna know how I did it… and then they start asking if you and I–”

What started off as a lighthearted joke unknowingly almost spiraled into a confession, before you smack your lips closed with a guilty look on your face. He definitely notices.

“‘If you and I…?” Leona leans even closer, eyes glinting like jewels in the midday sunlight, breath hot against your lips just like that night, hiding in a closet from the palace guards… that night you haven't been able to stop thinking about.

“You know…” You look down, confidence gone in a second when faced with such an intense gaze. Leona reaches to grasp your face to make you look back at him, but he stops himself, why does he feel this way? This should be an easy decision!

At his silence, you look up at him again, eyes lingering on the furrow of his brows, the downwards curve of his lip, the shiftiness of his eyes, “Is everything alright?”

He looks off to the side, “No, very little is, in fact.”

“Wanna talk about it?” In the back of your mind is the insidious little thought of your uselessness when it comes to matters of royalty, but it doesn't hurt to try. Clearly, having someone who actually listens to his troubles is enough for Leona.

“...Not here.” He relents, looking around for a less obvious spot for trading such secrets. 

Without another word, you grab onto his wrist, pulling him up the stairs to your bedroom, the only room in the house with an actual door. You pointedly ignore the stutter in his heartbeat against your fingers. “This good enough?”

He looks around for only a moment (not that there's much to look at), before moving to sit with his back to the window, “Sit down, it's a lot.”

A part of you wants to scoff – such a princely thing to do, telling someone to sit down at their own house. But his expression turns somber in a way you've never seen it, so you as he says without complaint.

“I'm to be married soon, to a woman I've never met.”

You swallow thickly. Of course, he’s a prince! Not to mention handsome, intelligent… Of course. How silly of you to indulge your own delusions to such an extent, “That’s great–”

“Don't start. It's not great, it's not what I want and I know it's not what you want either.” He interrupts you firmly, unwavering gaze pinning you to your seat.

“It’s not what you want…?”

“Why would I want to marry someone I’ve never met for the benefit of a kingdom that's never even given me a chance. Especially when there’s already someone I want.” His stare turns pointedly towards you and your spine stiffens as if you’ve done something wrong. It should serve as a confession and yet the way he says it makes it sound like an accusation.

“And who would that be, I wonder…” You can't resist teasing him, watching him bristle like the upset kitten he is.

Immediate regret washes over you like a bucket of cold water once his expression turns positively devious, getting up from his princely perch to lean over you, “You can't possibly be this dense, little mouse.”

You chuckle nervously in response, “I just had to be certain, you get it.” all you get is an indulgent sigh.

“Shouldn't it be easy then? Just tell them you don't wanna get married, and if they have something to say about that, you can just come live with me until they calm down.”

“It should be easy but it never is with them. They’d search for me everywhere, unlike usual – I can tell they're serious about this.” He seems to deflate with the heavy sigh he releases, dejectedly sitting next to you.

“Leona,” you call his name sickly sweet, hands enveloping his mopey face to bring it in your direction, “we've already had some experience hiding from guards…” you get a low chuckle in response, just as expected.

“I won't make that decision for you but, it seems pretty clear to me when you think about it – they've denied you every opportunity to make a difference and yet they expect you to just accept this? No way. Blood has nothing to do with it. You owe them nothing and that's that.”

Perhaps that's all needed – for you to tell him what he already knew. Sounds a lot less self-serving coming from your lovely lips.

“And you'd hide me here?” He humors you, doubts still very much on his mind, but maybe for a little while, just for today, he can put them to the side and just be here with you.

“Of course! They'd never find you if I had anything to do with it!”

Life isn't simple at all for a second born prince, never has been, never will be. But you sure make it seem like it could be.

[mee-op]

Facts about in-game Yuu (Twisted Wonderland):

NOTES:

This is an ongoing list and will be updated with new information. I'm not caught up w/ chap 6 and I'm not very perceptive. This list is so long because of all the people who commented/sent asks, so thank you Last but not least, some of these might be a stretch/be slightly incorrect so bare w/ me plz :] More Yuu facts [ ONE / TWO ] <- not mine

They've been good friends with Heartslabyul ever since Book 1.

They're forgiving/don't hold any bad blood with the people who've overblotted (at least on the outside).

According to the Harveston event, they can play the flute.

They don't like mentioning that they might return to their world (Deuce's Wishing Star vignette).

Many people consider them a "goody-two-shoes" (Leona, Ruggie).

A good listener.

Based on Malleus' interactions with them, Yuu talks to him a lot more off-screen as he states that he values their opinions.

Loves Grim to hell and back.

It's implied that Yuu invites Malleus over frequently enough that he visits unprompted.

They can be snarky and brutally honest when they're pushed into it.

Comes up with stupid plans that nobody believes will work but it somehow does.

They're insecure about not having any magic.

They want to be able to help their friends.

Has a sense of self-preservation.

Does not actively seek out danger (*cough* om mc *cough*).

They've cleaned up Ramshackle since living there, however, it still looks "abandoned & ancient" on the outside.

Crowley doesn't give them more money than "needed".

Silver states that Yuu is good with swords (PE Uniform).

Both Jamil and Silver seem to think that Yuu is somewhat weird/strange.

They don't know much about mushrooms (Floyd's Camp Vargas vignette).

They're very patient.

Used to be afraid of ghosts until they got to Twisted Wonderland.

They adapt to new/difficult situations quickly and calmly.

They don't complain much.

Very much so the silent type.

The audience doesn't really see anyone helping them out with their situation, so I assume they fix most of their problems themselves.

They don't have any memories of the Great Seven before coming to Twisted Wonderland.

Fluctuates between being observant and not noticing really basic stuff.

Doesn't hesitate to say cheesy things.

Keeps calm in harsh situations.

They know how to play a blowing horn (White Rabbit Event).

Good with instruments.

Not a very good singer (NRC Uniform).

It's implied that they have high stamina.

They're interested in horseback riding and wants to play soccer with Sebek (PE Uniform).

They recommend a few books to Sebek, implying that they read in their free time.

They're short in comparison to Floyd (he calls them Shrimpy).

Grim comments that they're shorter than Vil.

Crowley mumbles that Yuu looks effeminate.

They're a bit of a romantic since they seem to often ask about love stories/fairy tales (Epel & Jade chats).

They have a habit of poking, tugging, tickling and just touching people in general. This is proven through the Home Screen character interactions, so their love language seems to be physical touch.

They get scared easily but is bad at scaring others (Halloween voice lines).

Vil notes that their uniform is baggy.

Malleus says that Yuu has gotten better at dancing (Masquerade Event).

It's implied that Yuu is good/decent at cooking since they have to make meals for both themself and Grim every day.

Yuu is decent at basketball (Ace Halloween).

Deuce remarks about a tiny piece of furniture in Ramshackle and asks if it's for Grim, meaning Yuu makes small furniture for him.

They're a good photographer.

Takes part in photography competitions (Rook Port Fest).

It's implied that Yuu carries their ghost camera everywhere because Crowley constantly makes them record events.

It's said that the game cards are actual photos that Yuu took with the ghost camera. [I don't know if this is true but a lot of people have said so]

Most, if not all the characters tell Yuu to hurry up when choosing a class, which suggests that they're indecisive.

Ace, Deuce and Cater tell Yuu to relax during classes or else they'll run out of energy.

Jack says that he got tips from Yuu while he was working in Monstro Lounge, implying that Yuu might've worked in customer service before (Book 3).

According to Grim, they have a hard time saying no to people, but when they absolutely need to-- they're very serious and a bit intimidating. "You're a real sap sometimes, you know that? Then again, when you bare your teeth it's no joke."

While they won't say no to helping others, they prefer to keep to themselves and avoid drama.

Yuu is sometimes a bit distrustful of Ace and thinks he's tricking them if he offers to do anything nice (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

It doesn't take much to make them happy. (Deuce & Idia 2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

They became nervous when Riddle invited them to a salon for their birthday. Riddle response saying "I'll be right there with you, and will instruct you in etiquette every step of the way."

They're competitive in class-- at least when it comes to Jack (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

They took chess lessons to try and beat Leona in a match (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

For their birthday, Yuu asks Azul to get something that's supposedly hard for an average collector to acquire.

They're surprised when Kalim gifts them a pop-up card for their birthday.

They own a pair of fingerless gloves (gifted by Epel).

They personally invited Vil over for their birthday party and made sure to have healthy food options for him.

Not very close with Idia.

Owns a glass tumbler that reads 'Happy Birthday!' (gifted by Ortho).

Lilia gives them a CD with his screamo performances.

They were gifted so many presents on their birthday that they had trouble carrying the gifts around. (Malleus 2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

[uniquethingtastemaker]

I hold the firm belief that if someone slapped Vil and yelled at him a little bit before he overblotted, he wouldn’t have gone haywire.

I think if they had switched how people reacted with Riddle and Vil, we would’ve saved two overblots. Riddle just wanted some comfort and recognition that he was going through a hard time and needed a hug. Vil wanted someone to keep him accountable.

Rook and Kalim gave Vil empathy and reassured him that he hadn’t made a fatal mistake, which would’ve helped Riddle calm down and think rationally. Ace decked Riddle to make him own up to his crimes and behavior, which Vil would’ve benefited from.

That’s what I’m doing in my first Vil fanfic. I’m having MC smack Vil into not overblotting. I’m having a bit too much fun.

Idk how we would’ve ever defused the Riddle situation… probably by pulling him aside and giving him a hug or something… Aww, wait, that might work and be cute. Awwww, I can see that. Tell me if you think so too and I might write it later.

Let your thoughts in the comments lol. Let me know if your excited. I like people’s comments. It’s fun