#vice housewarden friendship !

[cerealmonster15]

images that bring me peace. u simply dont understand. !!!!

[pomefioredove]

😭😭 Please make more hcs of yuu's admiration club plss it's so cute and I ended up reading it so fast 💔💔 feel free to delete or not reply!<3

original post (riddle, leona, azul, vil)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Yuu Admirer Club! 2

type of post: headcanons characters: jamil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, ortho's part is strictly platonic

Kalim has never been one to ask for permission

Jamil's whole life at school is centered around adapting to Kalim's chaos

but this isn't chaotic

it's... quiet. too quiet

it takes him all of ten minutes to realize Kalim isn't in the dorm

of course, Jamil has his suspicions...

he's had his own little fantasies about running away with you

I mean WHAT who said that

as much as he'd like to enjoy the peace and quiet for once,

he knows he'll get in trouble if anything happens

and knowing Kalim, something will happen

so, now, he's standing in Ramshackle's foyer, arms crossed

"what are you doing?"

Kalim is sitting on the floor, weaving friendship bracelets

"oh, I'm gonna stay here. I like it. look, I made you one, too!"

"you cannot stay at another dorm, you are the housew-"

hmmmm... wait a second

Jamil's whole disposition changes, and he smiles all big

"you know what? you deserve a break. I'll just take care of things at Scarabia while you're gone,"

he turns to you "keep him away from open flame."

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Idia knows better than to worry when Ortho goes off on his own

I mean... he still does, but he knows not to

it's just a few hours... just a few hours...

but it's getting dark now, and Ortho's been radio-silent

completely blipped off the map...

Idia slips into his computer chair and starts going through the security cam feed

courtyard is empty, classrooms are dark, even the- what's that?

a familiar electric blue glow is coming from...

he switches between cams to get a good look

and it's Ortho... and you

having some kind of mock tea party with empty cups. some stuffed animals, a few other first years, even Grim is there...

Idia snorts

but... the more he thinks about it...

no. no, he cannot be jealous of his little brother playing toys with the prefect

that would be pathetic. even for him...

still, he can't help but envy Ortho's social skills

maybe, if he could actually talk to you, his yuu admiring club wouldn't have to be an account he secretly runs and folder on his computer...

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

it's unusually quiet in Diasomnia tonight

usually, Malleus would enjoy the stillness of the evening, but there's something quite eerie about it now

"Lilia... have you any idea of where Silver and Sebek are?"

the vice housewarden, upside-down, shrugs

how strange... Malleus cannot recall a time where Sebek has left him alone for more than a few hours

it's... worrying

of course, he goes to you first

not out of suspicion, but because few others could give him a coherent answer while trembling with fear

when you open Ramshackle's door, there you are... and there's Silver... and Sebek...

both asleep in the foyer behind you

what a sight

you explain that some of the boys had started a "Yuu Admirer Club" and surprised you with an impromptu meeting

a sour look crosses Malleus' face

"don't be mad at them, it's my fault. I didn't have the heart to wake them," you say.

"oh, I'm not upset that they've decided to spend their time with you. I understand completely. I am, however, a little upset that I was not invited to this "Yuu Admirer Club"."

[octavinelle-oyster]

the vice housewardens with a kuudere reader who smiles around them for the first time? 🙇‍♀️

Characters : Trey, Jade, Jamil, Rook

Type : Headcanon, fluff

Info : gn reader, pre-established friendship Trey and Jade, Jamil could be read as pre-established friendship as well or pining, Rook is Rook

One smile and you use my heart against me ~Eva Simmons

Trey Clover

The two of you were secluded in the privacy of Heartslabyul’s kitchen, preparing an abundance of various pastries for the unbirthday party the next day.

Rule 347 clearly states that one must be in the kitchen at all times whist the oven is in use. Of course, while the oven was on, Trey was in the kitchen.

You had joined him an hour ago. Helping him mix up batter or prepping filling for tarts, occasionally taste testing here and there.

The two of you had fallen into a nice rhythm.

Mix up the crust for the tarts, pop it in the oven, prep the next crust, start on the filling, retrieve the cooked crust and replace it with the prepped one, and repeat.

The output in which Trey was making tarts had doubled since you joined him in the warm kitchen.

Yeah, that was it. The kitchen must have been warm. That's why he felt his cheeks grow hot at the sight of a small smile adorning your face as you scooped a spoonful of strawberry filling and brought it to your lips.

He didn't make a big deal out of it. Taking a mental screenshot of your blissful face and turning back to the oven.

He could only hope to see that look on your face again.

Maybe he could be the cause of a smile on your face instead of some mushed fruit next time.

Jade Leech

The botanical gardens of the prestigious school was nothing short of extraordinary.

The vast collection of herbs and plant life alike tended to easily wow many interested in botany.

Jade would easily maneuver around the various limbs that stretched too far out and into the path as well as a loin’s tail peeking out from under some foliage. Leading you to the back corner of the green house.

For the normal person, this would mean certain death. The Jade Leech leading someone anywhere secluded meant trouble.

But your biggest concern would be for your ears after listening to the teenager ramble about the assorted fungi in his collection.

Soon the two of you were in front of varied terrariums.

Jade picked up and even opened a few of the glass chambers as he poked and prodded at mushrooms. All whilst explaining their deadly qualities with a growing grin on his face.

His eyes would dart to yours as he went on about the symptoms of death cap mushroom poisonin.

“The signs of death cap mushroom poisoning include the following, low blood pressure, nausea, and–”

When his eyes locked with yours he wasn't expecting a grin on your face.

“–vomiting.” He quickly finished his explanation, his eyes lingering on your lips as they curved up.

A sight he didn't see often. His own lips became more upturned as he glanced away placing his beloved terrarium back where it was previously sat on a shelf with his name tied to it.

If he knew his own grin was so contagious he might let a genuine expression grace his lips more often.

Jamil Viper

His shoes squeaked across the court as he tried to keep up with the ball a few people ahead of him.

All this moving and straining was causing his left arm to cramp, pain shooting up and down his arm every time he so much as brushed it against someone.

“Sea snake!” was the only warning he got when Floyd sent the ball to him. Bouncing the ball across the ground in one swift motion to get to point a from point b.

Jamil reacted fast, palming the basketball with his left hand. He had to react fast. Being just a second too short could cost them the whole game.

He just wished Floyd wasn't always so rough on the court.

He was being chased across the floor as he dribbled the ball, aiming to go straight to the opposite team’s net and hopefully score enough points to get this over soon.

Were you watching him?

Jamil faintly remembered seeing your face in the crowd. Maybe he could catch a glance of your face if he was quick-

He hadn’t expected to see your lips turned up, even your eyes squinting. A genuine smile from you had rendered him enamored.

You’re smiling.

And the ball wasn't in his hands anymore.

Just like that, an RSA student stole the ball from him seconds before he was about to shoot.

Though, it didn't get very far. Another NRC student quickly got it back, scoring for the team.

Hopefully, you weren't watching him too closely to notice his eyes darting to you periodically throughout the game in the hope of catching you smiling again.

Rook Hunt

He didn't think you’d catch him sitting in the tree you always sat under during break.

With all the times he’d manage to watch over you, memorize your schedule, alter his daily paths just to catch a glimpse of you.

He didn't think you’d notice him.

It's better to watch from a distance.

Beautiful things are fragile, but Rook was often quick with his advances. He could easily bump you too hard and break you like a glass vase holding flowers.

When you came to a rest under the familiar branches lush with leaves, he watched.

He watched as you plucked flowers from the ground or scrolled aimlessly on your phone, his eyes locked on you as he sat perched among the tree’s limbs.

He let out a sigh. Maybe it was the peaceful atmosphere that had him so relaxed. Or maybe you were just nice to look at.

When you turned around and gazed upwards, a look of shock showed on your face before it melted down to a hesitant smile.

Sure, one-half of your lips were more upturned than the other, and maybe your eyebrows creased with a questioning look.

But it even caught the Rook Hunt off guard with the expression on your usually deadpan face.

He felt his own lips growing into a grin as he rested his hand on his palm, his elbow resting against his propped knee.

“Ah, hello de toute beauté~”

First official post holy fuck

I hope you like this🙏 Ik I didn't do all the vice housewardens but I wanted to get something posted and I currently have two other things in my inbox-

[devvelle]

Adore You

Genre: fluff, pre-relationship, mutual pining <3

Pairings: Vice Housewardens (Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Rook, and Lilia) x gn!reader

Scenario: Cute moments with them, when they hold your hand.

A/N: reader is the prefect!

Trey and walking through a crowd.

Going to the farmer’s market for fresh fruit was Trey’s idea, but you’re happy you agreed to join him. It’s been a while since you’ve taken a break from your studies at NRC to do something fun, and getting to do it with him makes it all the better. 

The massive crowd waiting when you arrive at the market, however, is unexpected. Within seconds of arriving you almost lose sight of Trey, who also realizes that it’s going to be a bit of a hassle to stick together. He instead leads you to the edge of the crowd and you stop at a deserted stall to talk.

“It seems everyone had the idea of coming today,” he muses, looking at you with an apologetic smile. “We don’t need much, but it’s going to be annoying to get everything. You up for it?”

While turning to assess the crowds behind you, you weigh the potential frustration of gathering these groceries versus how desperately you want to spend time with Trey. But you know an opportunity like this might not come again for a long time, so you look back at him with a grin. “Just don’t walk too fast, and I think we’ll be okay.”

He laughs sweetly. A warm squeeze to your hand surprises you, and looking down you find Trey’s hand grasping yours. His hand feels much bigger and you let that thought distract you for a bit too long until he tugs you closer to draw your attention.

“It’ll be easier to keep you with me like this,” he smiles teasingly, “so, ready?”

With an embarrassed huff you slot your fingers in his and squeeze in response, avoiding eye contact and tugging him away instead. His laughter continues as he follows you, happily letting you lead the way.

Ruggie and exchanging friendship bracelets.

Making Ruggie a friendship bracelet was probably a silly decision from the start. You don’t quite know what kind of reaction to expect from him; while there’s a chance he’ll be appreciative, it’s just as likely that he’ll poke fun at you and question your motives (which would be disastrous if you end up accidentally revealing your feelings for him).

Regardless, you figure it’s worth a shot.

When you finally track him down, you find him laying on his stomach on the floor of his room reading a magazine, hardly startled by you barging in. You settle on the floor in front of him and wait until he looks up at you to speak.

“Hey!” you greet, attempting to conceal the bracelets in your hands. “So I went to Sam’s yesterday and he gave me a bunch of old string for making bracelets, said they were super old or something. The colors reminded me of you, so I made us matching ones.” You flatten your palm finally allowing Ruggie to see them, and he stares with slightly wide eyes, leaning closer.

“Matching ones?” He questions, meeting your eyes again. One of the bracelets is navy blue with bright orange accents, and the other is a darker orange with navy blue accents. He seems to take particular interest in the orange one. “What for?”

“Because it’s cute, does there have to be a reason?” You shrug. “Give me your hand.”

Still wary, Ruggie extends his wrist to you. You tie the orange bracelet to him tightly then offer him the blue one and your wrist. He scrambles to place yours on, fumbling, a heavy blush creeping onto his face. Once it’s secured, you stare at your wrist and admire the colors.

Pulling you from your thoughts, Ruggie carefully reaches for your hand and holds it like he’s preparing to arm wrestle with you. You simply watch quietly as he moves your hands from left to right, admiring that the colors complement one another. A huff of air leaves his nose and he smiles brightly.

“Prefect, I’m starting to think you like me. That’s kind of embarrassing…”

He snickers, but his smile tells you he isn’t mocking you at all. He keeps your hand tightly in his all while staring at you like you’re the shiniest treasure he’s ever found; a warm feeling spreads in your chest from the fond gleam in his eyes. “It’s nice, thank you.”

Jade and an unexpected dinner date.

Rarely do you come to Mostro Lounge expecting a peaceful time. You almost always have a bad reason for being here, and you’ve nearly come to loathe the place. But today is miraculously free from any troublesome commitments–Jade having actually suggested you come by for a free meal. Although you questioned him thoroughly on what his intentions were, you eventually gave in to his innocent explanations. Even if something somehow comes up…hopefully you’ll be fed first.

It’s again Jade who greets you when you arrive and silently seats you in a booth in the far back corner, away from all the noise at the front of the lounge. Too busy admiring the atmosphere, you fail to notice his presence settle across from you until he takes your hand across the table, sliding a menu over to you. 

“Know what you’d like, or would you prefer my recommendation?” Jade asks, and your thoroughly puzzled expression in response draws easy laughter from him. When did he even sit down? You scramble to reply to him, completely flustered from your lack of awareness.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you’d be eating with me,” Jade’s thumb brushes over your knuckles, his expression displaying very clear amusement. “But um, yeah. W-what would you recommend?” Though you try your hardest not to show how you’re affected by his actions, the way your heart is racing makes you fail anyway.

Ignoring the latter half of your statement, Jade instead teases you for failing to realize that he’d asked you here as a date. “Well, I didn’t want to waste an opportunity to have you alone. I hope you don’t mind me wanting to indulge in you for an evening?” He raises his brows and grins in fake innocence.

“Just tell me what to order,” you groan, tightening your hold on his fingers.

Attention now fixed on the menu, he continues stroking your knuckles. A date with Jade is a dream come true, but it might be too much for your heart to take.

Jamil and wanting all of your attention.

When you asked Jamil to take a break from his usual duties and go for a walk with you, your intentions really had been sincere. Ever since you’d seen the extent to which he’s overworked and how much he loathes it, you’ve made it your mission to help him de-stress every once in a while. Although he feigns reluctance, he’s never once turned you down.

Your evening together was off to a great start, the two of you making light conversation as you walked the grounds of NRC. Jamil always insists on leaving Scarabia when you spend time together claiming that he wants to be away from all reminders of his duties. 

However, you don’t get to enjoy your time with him for long.

At every turn it seems there’s a familiar face waiting to greet you. You’re aware that you’ve made a lot of friends at NRC, but it quickly grows comical just how many people are saying hello to you. First you bump into Ortho fetching lunch for Idia, then Deuce coming back from a club meeting. And before you know it even Cater is standing before you, asking what you’re doing out so late. 

Despite your best efforts to make the interactions brief, your attention isn’t at all on Jamil anymore. You let your eyes flicker to him in a panic and find he’s already gazing at you, utterly unimpressed.

Eventual Jamil has enough and groans in annoyance before stepping closer and tugging on your hand roughly. He effectively cuts off the conversation you’d just started with Epel and tugs you behind a pillar.

“Hey-”

“I thought you wanted me to take a break with you.” Jamil’s expression is beyond frustrated, and you squirm under the look he gives you. Guilt quickly consumes your thoughts.

“I do!” You defend, stepping closer to him but avoiding his eyes. Nervously, you play with his fingers.

“Then pay attention to me.” His words leave you speechless, your eyes shooting up to him. He squeezes your hand, face flushed, and it hits you that he wasn’t angry, just jealous.

Still unable to form a sentence, you do the next best thing. With a soft kiss to his cheek that leaves him stunned, you make it clear that Jamil is deserving of all your attention and more.

Rook and the fear of missing out on time with you.

Rook actually holds your hand quite often and you will never complain about it. It fills your stomach with butterflies each and every time your hand finds itself in his as he greets you hello with a kiss to your knuckles.

That’s exactly what he does today as well after you bump into him in the hallway. Unfortunately, the moment is interrupted before Rook can speak his greeting as a voice calls his name from down the hall. A student from his dorm comes jogging up to the two of you and Rook sighs heavily, his warm breath fanning over your hand. He turns to the student with a pout and a hushed ‘how inconvenient’ but doesn’t release his grip. His body still fully faces you as well, this childish behavior forcing you to stifle a laugh.

The student can tell Rook is annoyed as they launch into an explanation and they hardly need to spare you a glance before connecting the dots that they’ve interrupted something. They speak faster, but you can pick up that Rook is needed back at the dorm urgently. The student scurries off, allowing the vice housewarden to fix his attention on you once again.

“Good morning ma chèrie,” he sulks dramatically. “What a troublesome interruption, I extend my sincere apologies.” Your laughter successfully draws a smile from him, “it seems my assistance has been requested. Join me, won’t you?” Rook’s eyes are hopeful, but there’s nervousness swirling in them. 

“Of course! Lead the way.”

You agree to quell his anxiety, feeling that he might think he offended you even though it wasn’t his intention. His relief, once you agree, is overwhelmingly endearing. Even more so when he holds your hand tighter to bring you close. 

“Then, let us be off!”

Though there’s clearly a rush, you take your time walking to Pomefiore. Rook inquires about your life, your classes, and your other friends to which you reply excitedly and the conversation flows easily. He lets you carry the conversation and clumsily readjusts his grip often, betraying his own nerves.

Your heart is full, though, knowing you make him just as nervous as he does you.

Lilia and having someone to trust.

Okay, so maybe locking yourself up in your room to sulk is kind of childish, but what else are you supposed to do when you get rejected by the person you ask out? All things considered, you aren’t really that upset over it since it was just a random classmate you sort of found attractive, but it still sucked. And at least sulking gives you an excuse to ignore Grim for a bit.

Time to yourself gets boring fast though, and distantly you remember Lilia asking you to update him on how it went since he was the one to encourage you to do it. You grab your phone from your bedside table and open up the text thread you share with him. Sparing most of the details, you let him know they had politely declined and throw your phone onto your bed.

It chimes with a response instantly but you don’t even get to reach for your phone before he manifests in front of you. You neither have a moment to wonder how he even did that because apologies are spilling from his mouth.

“Oh, Prefect, I’m so sorry! I never would have imagined they’d say no to you-”  

Before he can get into a long-winded apology you get up from your bed with a sigh, quickly trapping him in a tight hug that he returns after a moment of hesitation. He gets the hint to stop speaking.

After a few moments, he decides to rock you gently, reveling in your warmth and the tightness of your embrace. It's such a tender moment that you hate having to break it.

“Honestly...I don’t think I liked him that much,” you mumble into the blazer of his uniform, cheek smushed against him. “Just sucks, you know? But it wasn’t your fault.” Lilia hums.

He pauses to think for a moment before reluctantly pulling back from the embrace with a troubled expression. He takes both of your hands and scans your eyes, seemingly reaching a resolution.

 “Do you trust me?” he asks.

“Obviously." You reply.

Lilia kisses you gently then, and it’s all you’ve ever hoped for. It’s sweet and gentle and takes your breath away, and you can't imagine why you'd ever set your sights on anyone else. He kisses you again and again until you’re both giggling into one another, all worries completely forgotten.

a/n: this is my first time writing for twst I hope it's not ooc :') I was excited to write for Lilia. reblog 4 a forehead kiss (extra kiss if u send me a request for the first years)

[libraryraccoon]

If I was at NRC as a normal student (not Yuu)

If I was in the NRC, i will be a Ignihyde Student (bc the official test tell me I was a Ignihyde student), the extrovert or ambivert of Ignihyde.

Aka the Ignihyde student hated by all the other Ignihyde student :DD

I will try to adopt Ortho.

Raccoon : Sign just here.

Ortho : isn't it a adopt pap-

Raccoon : shhh, you don't need to know or say what it is. Sign just. :)

Idia seeing me trying to adopt legally his little (dead and robot) brother : What the fuck-

I will be here for the Overblots.

But not for help, oh no no !

Ace : What is it ?

Raccoon : pop corn.

Deuce : Why are you eating pop corn when there is an overblot in front of you ?!

Raccoon : because it's better to watch with pop corn ? I thought everyone know that.

I would be absent from sports class. Vargas met me once in the corridors but that's it. I would never have shown up to this (torture) class.

I'm pretty sure Vargas won't even know I exist.

Vargas : Raccoon ? We have someone here who have that name ?

Jack : it's maybe the raccon that is in the trash at the back of the school ?

Ace : Oh yeah, I have seen that little guy once. But why he will be on the call list ?

(They are talking about a real raccoon, not me-)

I will doxx people for money. It's said.

Hey, I need to make money you know ? And I don't have a Leona for that like Ruggie-

Oh yeah because Ruggie will be my best friend here.

(We are the NRC cleaners, Crowley pays us to do all the cleaning)

I have seen a post saying that some beastmens and faes are awake the night and go see each others, even if I will be a human, I will join them.

Like that I will meet (and have informations) on a lot of beastmens and faes.

(Me ? Later blackmail them about this ? Please, be realistic, I care about my life ! But for a little money....)

I will be the only Ignihyde student and maybe human that will be at that "night party" (we will call it like that), and it's because I was invite by Ruggie (bestfriends benefits).

Now, for some of my hc as Ignihyde students, I headcanon that all the Ignihyde student have one time by months a party on a game with all the dorm.

And during that party, they do a lot of challenges. And that leads to some Drama and rivalry.

I'm pretty sure it's at that party that we decided who will be the Housewarden and Vice Housewarden.

The Housewarden being the 1st and vice the 2nd.

And some others things :

•I will be the NRC therapist.

I'm a good listener and I give good advices.

Pretty sure Crowley tried to hire me after finding out.

That mean I will be the therapist of all the overblotter (oh look ! I have now a lot of ennemies because I talk bad about their family/what they think-).

I would use the excuse of being a school therapist to avoid doing sports. At least I have an excuse and I won't have repercussions for (skipping) being absent from sports class.

Bye bye Vargas ! Seeing you one time in the corridors was enough for me !

•I probably would have made a contract with Azul and I would have taken Ruggie to do one too (well, that's if he and I are in first year at the same time).

Why ? For money ofc.

We will work for the Mostro Lounge only for the money.

•I will avoid the Leech (well, try to avoid them).

They scared me.

How people can not have scare of them is a question without answer for me.

•I will be hate of Vil and Riddle (even if we don't count the therapist part).

I have a bad memory, i don't care about my physic.

I can easily forget the rules, so Riddle will hate me for forget all the Queen rules but also all the NRC rules in general.

And I can literally go shopping in unicorn pajamas. Vil worst nightmare.

•Rook 🤝🏻 Me : watching people.

Nothing else to say here. It explain all by itself.

•Unexpected friendship : Me & Idia & Rook.

Every Sunday evening at the end of the week we would meet up at the Pomefiore or Ignihyde dorm and tell each other all the NRC gossip. We would have tea, cookies, popcorn and hot chocolate, and lots of gossip to be told.

Nobody in the NRC know how much we know or how we know it. They don't want to know.

•My magic.

I will have an healing magic or a anti-magic. That's all.

I don't need more magic than those two.

•I will try to adopt Grim.

Maybe Yuu too. I just want to adopt them + Ortho because they deserved all the love.

I will have a gun.

I love gun.

•Knowing too much.

If I go at NRC, even with magic, with all I know of the game and the theories ? Man, I will be the more suspicious of the all NRC, more than Rook !

I will say things like that :

Raccoon : Man, you really is an overblotter now that I see you that often !

Crowley : ??? How do you know-

Raccoon : you're dad, Levan, is Crowley. Good chance bro, we're not together in that shit-

Malleus : The fuck child of men-

Raccoon : what that feel like to be a general ?

Lilia : kid, why that question and how do you know ? I don't remember saying it to you-

Raccoon : when will you accept that you are Silver, Sebek and Malleus parental figure ?

Lilia : ... i'm not-

Raccoon : wait- we are before Malleus overblot, so that mean you are still in the denial right now.

Lilia : by the great sevens.. WHAT THE FUCH RACCOON ?!-

Me, Idia and Rook the Sunday.

[mymainwastoocluttered]

The Key to My Heart (Vice Housewardens + Floyd)

Reader has a secret she keeps locked in her chest. He knows he has her pure, full love when she gives him the key

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Many people asked for more of this, so I shall deliver!

In this house, Ruggie is a Vice Housewarden, end of discussion. Also also, replaced Ortho (which I also consider a Vice Housewarden) with Floyd, but might write Ortho in his own little post so people can avoid it if they so wish. Maybe. I don't wanna say I will write it cuz we don't make promises we might not keep in this house.

A bit, uh, macabre. Little bit of body horror. If you know Pirates of the Caribbean... Yeah. That.

—<3<3<3

— Trey

Trey has always been the Normal One™, and he's well aware of it. He's by no means "normal", but compared to the idiosyncratic friendships he keeps in his life, he's definitely the most sensible. The less extra, as Cater would say.

So his reaction to his girlfriend's secret is quite understandable. No amount of Chen'ya's shenanigans, Riddle's rules, Ace and Deuce's plots and Cater's trendy adventures could've prepared him for it.

He freezes, eyes glued to the beating heart inside the chest, and can't help but splutter.

"Why me?"

"Who else, then?"

Being the "normal one" also means being boring by comparison. Uninteresting. Bland. Compared to all the personalities present in NRC—from strong to eccentric—Trey is not as interesting, not as good.

But she thinks he's good enough to hold the literal key to her heart.

And being "normal" now has become his greatest advantage, for who would bother with a common boy like him enough to wonder what is the key he carries on his neck, so close to his own heart?

—<3<3<3

— Ruggie

"Babe, not to freak you out, but there's a smell of living flesh and old blood in your room."

"... It's my heart."

"... What?"

His girlfriend pulls him to her bed, and he allows her to manhandle him until he's sitting on the soft mattress. To say the least, he did not expect the scent of flesh when she invited him to her room. Part of him wondered if she needs help to bury a body or something. Maybe her first year friends finally made her snap.

"Ohh, fancy," he whistles when she comes back with a very beautiful chest made of wood and metal. The smell gets stronger. "Please don't tell me you killed Grim and that's the body we need to bury, because that's a way too unique date idea."

"No, silly!" She laughs, but there hardly any amusement in it, which he takes as his cue to take things seriously. "This... Is something I hope you'll guard with your life."

She takes a key from around her neck and uses it to open the chest. Ruggie doesn't need to look at the inside of the chest for much, the smell and the beating attacking his senses so strongly that his eyes do not feel the need to see it for more than a miser second, choosing instead to focus on her face.

"This is my heart. If it stops beating, I die."

Then she grabs one of his hands and places there the key to the chest, closing his fingers on it. She doesn't need to say anything more.

Ruggie will guard the key with everything he is.

—<3<3<3

— Jade

Jade has heard many stories from human sailors, for they were one scarier than the other, one more interesting than the other. He had long grown tired of the exciting tales of hunting and curses of his people, and the romance genre never picked much his attention.

But the undecipherable horrors the humans whispered under their breaths when the nights were so dark, sky and sea became one? The angst they'd murmur in veneration, leaning on each other as if their own hearts were being ripped apart by the pale moonlight?

Now those were entertaining.

Sadly, since Jade could not choose which tales to listen, for no human ever knew the twin terrors lurking under the waves, sometimes he'd lose the gamble and sit through some loathed love story.

Though he quite liked the one about the Captain who fell in love with a Sea Goddess. Secretly, he always wondered how that man could be so foolish to forget the nature of the one he fell for, the nature he fell for, and how the Sea Goddess felt with the knowledge that he didn't love her, but having her, and took his own heart when he was denied.

But today, as his lover presents to him an intricate key to an intricate chest, he finds himself wondering how could the Sea Goddess not understand the utter devotion of a man who loved so desperately that the only way for the pain to stop was to take out his own heart and doom himself to eternity?

How could the Sea Goddess not answer that love in kind, when Jade himself feels like this had been the reason behind his entire existence up to this point?

Then again, the Captain did not give the Sea Goddess his key.

A pity, truly, that neither will ever understand Jade's feelings.

—<3<3<3

— Jamil

For a brief moment, a million plans go through Jamil's brain. It's impossible for him not to plan, not the scheme, not to strategize. His whole life has been nothing but.

And now, there's something even more important than his life at stakes.

To Jamil, the gift of trust and his lover's heart.

He takes the key from her hands in reverence, like he's receiving a gift from a divinity, however this is ten times better.

To humanity, the gift of free will.

Though he guesses it's not a gift when she took his own heart—metaphorically—in exchange.

But it certainly is still a blessing, one he shall carry with him at all times, and cherish at every breath, and if allowed, buried for eternity with it, to make sure he'll be able to care for it even in his next lives.

—<3<3<3

— Rook

For the first time in ages, Rook is absolutely stunned into silence.

He has known about the chest ever since the mysterious girl appeared with it in hands at Orientation. And many times he had tried to figure out what secrets it holds, to no avail as his dear Trickster is—appropriately—very tricky when she wants to.

The wait is paid off when she, after months of courting and dating, finally opens the chest to him.

Due to his incredible ears, he's aware that it holds something that beats like a heart.

He did not expect it to actually be a heart.

Remembering the tale of the evil stepmother who asked for her loyal servant to bring her the heart of her hated stepdaughter in a box, he can't help but wonder how this whole situation came to be. He does not ask. One lock at a time.

The key will be the last thing he'll wear in life, and the first thing he'll wear in death, that he promises.

—<3<3<3

— Lilia

Sometimes, Lilia muses with his buttons, humanity is capable of feats no magic could replicate.

There is a monologue inside him, one that frankly has never stopped ever since his first meeting with a human, in a voice he can't recognize anymore, though he can tell it's not any of his, carrying scary words like ephemeral and inevitable.

One that gets louder whenever he finally stops by himself, one that makes an effort to haunt his dreams whenever he's away from his lover, one that he's not sure he can ever be rid of. One he's not sure he will want to be rid off when the last period is placed at the end of her last sentence.

One that stutters and hushes for the first time in millennia when the chest is open and his eyes feast on the fragility of flesh.

One that begins to avoid her name like the key now dangling from his neck burned it from its repertoire.

A feat not all of his magic ever managed.

—<3<3<3

— Floyd

Floyd actually takes the heart out of the coffin, holding it in gentle hands. He commits to memory the feel of it, the weight of it, the smell of it.

Weren't he so afraid of hurting it with his teeth, he might've licked it to make sure all his senses would be able to recognize the heart of his most loved.

Once he's done, he places it back in the chest. Then he closes it, holding the chest in his hands until he's sure it locked properly.

Taking the key from its keyhole, he gives his girlfriend a look, who nods at him with a tender smile. His own heart beats together with hers, and he presses the cold metal of the key over it to remind it of its owner and its duty.

"Good thing the key is small enough to swallow, just in case."

"What–? Don't swallow the key, dummy!"

Floyd only laughs, pulling her to his lap and squeezing her in his arms.

This key and this person will never be taken from him, he'll make damn sure of it.

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Seven, give me one more chance!!

Hey how's it going? This is the first time I write a story, finish it and post it.

SUMMARY: Leona died in the Overblot, Crowley asks you to use his unique magic "Seven, give me one more chance" and go back in time to save him. However, after many attempts you decide to go back in time much further and cancel the inter-bedroom games, even though Leona hates you for it.

WARNING: Time travel, Death, Overblot, open ending (my heart couldn't bear to write until the end), reader insertion, I don't use Y/N, reader is not Yuu, Reader is in Scarabia, Google Tradutor, mental fatigue for the reader, the reader needs a hug, possible Leona X reader, but it can be read as platonic , like creating a friendship that will last a lifetime, nothing too heavy, just angst without comfort.

There were 58 attempts in a row and no breaks (ok, maybe you caught a few breaks, but you never took your goal out of your mind).

You approach Leona who is dead on the floor in a pool of dark paint.

No matter how many times you see this scene, it hurts worse than you remember the last time!

If you ask anyone, you've only known Leona for 3 days. And somehow you knew exactly everything that was necessary for him to let you stay by her side without stressing, but for you it wasn't like that...

You remember it like it was yesterday, you were excited because everyone on your team had recovered from the weird injuries that happened and would be able to play.

There were rumors among the students that the culprit of the recent "accidents" was Savanaclaw's vice-leader and that he followed his Housewarden's rules in doing so (you later discovered that Ruggie was not the vice-leader and that in fact, Savanaclaw there was no deputy leader).

Unfortunately, before the game started it was cancelled. You and everyone you knew were outraged by the idea.It didn't take long for you to discover that the leader of the King of Beasts' dormitory, the second prince of Sunset Savana, Leona Kingscholar had died.

And with all the companies that would share NRC's long-awaited dorm games all but talking about the death of Savanaclaw's housewarden, it didn't take long for Director Crowley to ask for his help again.

If there's anything you regret putting on your student resume, it was your unique magic, "Seven, give me one more chance!"

Your unique magic allowed you to go back in time a week, and be able to redo something that had happened.

At the beginning of the school year, Crowley asked you to save the housewarden Riddle Rosehearts from the same fate that Leona had suffered, you were rewarded for that and this time it would be no different.

So that Crowley could remember what he had promised, he engraved on a memory stone the promise of his reward and told him to engrave his failures on the stone every time he failed in his mission.

It wasn't because you could go back in time that you could get everything you wanted on the first try, when you saved Riddle, you had to use your unique magic twice before you managed to save him.

Riddle never knew you helped him, because for him. He had never even come close to overblotting.

Crowley promised you that every time you needed to use your unique magic he would pay you 10,000 madols.

Now, in the present you regretted making that deal. You approached Leona countless times until she literally learned exactly how to act around him, you became attached, you created bonds you thought you would never create.

Just to watch him die, over and over again. Attempt after attempt. And in each attempt, you see that he didn't remember anything you experienced.

You didn't care about the money anymore, all you wanted was for Leona to live or just turn into sand and die next to her.

No...You couldn't die, because when you died, Leona would no longer have any chance of living.

When did you start to care about him so much?You just wanted this all to end as you cried over Leona's dead body. Almost powerlessly, you took out the memory stone that Crowley had given you a long time ago.

And headmage who had arrived to see what the mess was about saw you holding her in tears.

"Fa...il 58"

Crowley approached, and saw that the memory stone was black when normally they are transparent.

Memory stones take on the color of the feelings of the memories they carry, and usually the colors are so faint that you need to look at them closely to see them.

It may not seem like it, but Crowley is a smart guy. He knows about his unique magic, he knows that he has already asked you to do several services for him, he knows that memory stones are difficult to get and he knows how many times he has given them to you for you to show him later.

Knowing this, it doesn't take much to connect the dots.

You were in a cycle of endless repetitions to do something he ordered, but from the color of the stone, he understood that you were suffering from it.

As much as he knew that several consequences would fall on him, Crowley knew when to give up, even though he had just discovered that he was on a mission to avoid this disaster.

"Let's stop here!" He spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder, only for you to look incredulous as you understood the meaning of his words.

"No…it's not over yet! I can continue…le..leave it to me!!" You said, your voice breaking and looking at him as if asking for permission, you would do it anyway.

If there's something you learned from your time with Leona that only you can choose when to give up, no one can do it for you, ever!

So you asked Crowley for a power-enhancing potion.

If it was his last attempt, you would throw all your cards on the table! You'd cancel inter-dorm games before they even started.

LEONA FORGIVE YOU, BUT HE'S NOT DYING AGAIN ON HIS TURN!!

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The first thing you feel when you wake up is your bed, it doesn't take you even 5 seconds to get out of bed, soon being struck by dizziness.

You take out your cell phone and look at the date and time, apparently you managed to go back long enough to prevent future events.

And just in case you fail, you may have had time to rest and try again.

After getting ready, you run to the building where Crowley's office is, you can't help but feel a wave of hope over your chest.

You barely knock on the door and go in (read that as opening the door with so much force that it makes a tremendous bang).

"Headmage, I bring news!!" You say smiling, then you stop and notice that Crowley was in the middle of a meeting with the housewardens.

Silence

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"Kalim, you should have more control over the students in your dorm!" Vil says it as advice you find too oppressive.

"Uh...well!?" Kalim ends up having no reaction.

Riddle stares at you, "If you allow me, I can give you a proper punishment!"

Kalim looked embarrassed, it wasn't his intention to do this to his housewarden. And that ruins his good mood.

"Maybe before you scold the students in other people's dorms, you should take care of your own!" You say, taking a few steps forward to be able to communicate better.

It's not that you don't want to get out of there as quickly as possible and hide your head under the ground like an ostrich. You just don't like being told off by your dorm leader.

Kalim may not be the best, but unlike all the other housewardens, he has empathy and this makes him the best when it comes to helping the students in his dorm.

"Pomefiore students don't barge into important meetings without being invited and I dare say those from Heartsbyul are on a similar level!" Vil narrows his eyes at you.

"If a similar level you mean by blowing up the science lab almost every week and burning statues around. Of course!! You guys are amazing! Believe what you want, as long as you don't bother me or my housewarden!" You can see Vil sending you an extremely nasty look which you gladly send back, though Kalim flinches slightly in surprise.

Everyone knows that Rook is always doing new experiments in the science club and almost every week there is a new mess in the laboratory, not to mention that the fact that the statue of the Queen of Hearts was burned at the beginning of the year by students from Heartstabyul and Ramshackle will be remembered for ever.

"If I may" Azul gets everyone's attention dispelling the discussion "As much as I don't agree with this student's actions, don't you think you're missing something?"

"Something?" Crowley tries to remember, but was cut off by Idia's voice on her tablet.

"The student said he had news!" Idia said in a tired, slurred voice.

"The right!" Crowley remembered your entrance! "So tell me young man, what trouble do you bring me this time?" The headmage asked

The 'This time' didn't go unnoticed by the people in the room.

You looked at the housewardens, your gaze stopping a little longer than it should on Leona, he would hate you for that. Then you fixate on the one crow you started to hate with all your might and smile.

"We have to cancel the inter-dorm tournament!" You say in a tone that is way too serious for someone Kalim remembers that the day before he was super excited about making the official dorm team and that scares him.

Apparently he wasn't the only one shocked by the information, you can see Azul's glasses fall a little, Vil's eyebrows twitch, Riddle and Idia's gasp. And the slight twitching of Leona's ears.

Leona gets stressed and gets up from her seat, with her eyebrows furrowed and her tail flicking to one side and then the other. "You seem like quite an audacious herbivore, to just assume you can come in and say whatever you want, as if everyone will accept what you say with their heads bowed!"

You know that expression, and as much as he's a hunter threatening his prey, you can only manage a sly smile.

"And who said I need you or anyone to accept anything, your highness? You can have your say, but Crowley has the final say!" You say sarcastically looking at him.

You know you shouldn't irritate him more than he already is, but something in you knows you can handle it.

If Leona is going to hate him, you want to do it in the same way you did when he still "tolerated" you, as he used to say.

Leona didn't seem happy with her answer. Of course, who in their right mind would be?

"ENOUGH!!" Crowley screams and this makes Leona lower her ears a little at Crowley's scream for a moment.

"Young man, I want you to know that I can't just cancel the games for any reason!" Crowley approaches.

"Apparently the final decision really came from Crowley!" Vil speaks with a smile.

"Therefore!" Headmage walks over and puts a hand on his shoulder, "Give me the stone and I'll be canceling everything related to the games this year!"

"What's/Ah?" Everyone in the room (except you and the director) is shocked by the news.

Crowley knows about your unique magic and knows that you wouldn't suggest this crazy idea without his permission in some future timeline.

"Wait headmage!" Riddle stands up from his seat, "You can't cancel just because an unruly student suggested it!"

"Exactly!" It was Blue's turn to stand up, "We would incur a huge loss due to several breaches of contracts, I would appreciate it if you thought a little more about the matter!"

"I disagree! Overthinking will only make us fail again and we don't have that option!" You tell the director.

"Fail again?" The lion beastman next to you whispers as if trying to record this information.

Crowley on the other hand stares at you for a few seconds before speaking:

"Won't we get another chance?... How much of your magic did you use to accomplish your last task?!" The director looks scared, he finally pays enough attention to notice you don't have your pen.

You furrow your eyebrows, the amount of magic you used to save the second prince of Sunset Savannah almost made you go into overblot and the negative feelings building up weren't helping at all.

You simply keep your pen in a compartment inside your uniform, because you don't like looking in the mirror and seeing that pen with a stone that is practically black and obscured by the stain, with a hint of bright red (Before you start storing it) There you tried to convince yourself that this little red piece was your hope for a better future).

You look at him for a moment and put your hand in your pocket, taking out a small cloth bag inside which there were two memory stones, one black, where you kept your failures and the other yellow, where you kept the good moments of your past. and coming in time.

As the last few times Crowley looks at the black stone in amazement, you also know that the other housewardens who managed to see the stone know that it doesn't bring back good memories.

"If I really need to show this to someone to explain the reason for canceling the games, make sure it's someone who won't bother me later!" You give the stone to the director.

The director becomes serious, as far as he remembered, you were someone quite soft and lively. He understands that he must have asked for something difficult, so he just agrees.

"Wait, wait! So we're really canceling the games?" Reality finally sinks in for Kalim, he looks at you "You were so excited about this yesterday..."

You look at your housewarden, he was always a great mayor for Scarabia and always cheered you up when you were down, you know how excited he was for the games, but he also understands that he has to make a choice.

The games or LeonaAnd you know you would always choose Leona!

"Sorry Kalim-Senpai! That choice was the best we could find!" You bowed your head slightly in a sign of respect. "If you'll excuse me, class will start soon!" You bow towards the housewardens and Crowley as if you had never offended them and leave.

The room is silent for a while, everyone with their own thoughts.

Leona returned to her seat irritated and the meeting continued a little later."Headmage..." Azul called out to Crowley who focused on the housewarden. "That student gave you a memory stone as an explanation for canceling the games, right?"

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During class, you didn't care about staying focused, because besides already knowing next month's material practically by heart, you couldn't get two faces out of your mind.

The first was that of his housewarden, Kalim Al-Asim. If you knew anyone who was excited for the games it was him.

Of course he may have forgotten about the games when Jamil, his deputy housewarden was injured just before the games started.

He had looked at you as if you had betrayed him. You kind of understand, since you remember that before all the mess started, you were one of the most excited people in Scarabia for the tournament.

And the second face was Leona's, his look was one of disgust, you had pulled the rug out from under her and all of Savanaclaw in less than five minutes.

Taking all your effort and planning down the drain You know you're going to get some angry looks over the next few months, and you know your mood is about to collapse.

You don't think isolating yourself is the best option, as it will make you anxious. But facing the stress of school and having multiple students on your tail would also be horrible.

Perhaps the best option is to go to Crewel-sensei and ask for help with your stain, he will probably give you a certificate and send you to the infirmary, which is a safe place to a certain extent.

I probably won't continue, but feel free to imagine what will happen.

Don't feed my work to AI.

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♡ "just friends"— [ vice housewardens + ortho ]

: friends to lovers trope with the vice housewardens and ortho :

♡— contains: gn! reader, fluff!!

— [ note: this one turned out to be longer than my other ones but i really like how it came out hehe. ortho's part is completely platonic!! idia and i should trade younger brothers ortho cmere ]

trey: childhood friends to lovers

it was always a comforting feeling for trey to know that you would be by his side, thick and thin. it was nice to have someone he could talk comfortably with, no matter the situation, and always walk away knowing his time wasn't wasted. the other students of heartslabyul would sometimes tease trey that you and him act like a sweet married couple.

conversations came so naturally, there wasn't a need to wonder about what to really say next. you both shared memories of when you were younger and the stupid things you did as kids. occasionally riddle and che'nya were in those fond memories. there wasn't much that could ruin the friendship you had going on.

so confessing came quite naturally. one day, you were helping try in the kitchen. he was instructing you on how to correctly fold the ingredients together when you said, i think i like you trey. more than friends, y'know? sure, there were those little feelings of dread, but if he didn't return your feelings then it would be another silly memory. instead, trey laughed in response and offered you a kiss on the forehead. ah, what a fond moment the two of you can add to your memories.

ruggie: friends to lovers with mutual pinning

you held a special place in ruggie's heart. playful bantering when he tried to steal your food, to serious conversations about plans after school. he enjoyed your company, and you his, but there was that unspoken thought that swirled in both of your minds. the thought that ruggie liked you and you him. the simple gestures that caused butterflies to flutter within you, or how your compliments brought forth shynnes to his face. and jack, or poor jack, was caught in the middle of it.

he would hear ruggie complain to himself that he hates the feeling he get every time he sees you, or how you confide to jack that you think ruggie isn't interested in you. it was obvious to all the bystanders that you two were helplessly in love, yet none of you had confessed. he understood what was going on, and he knows that deep inside both of you are nervous about confessing, but one of you had to try!

it finally happened when you convinced yourself to confess — better to get those feelings off your chest. that just so happened to be the day ruggie decided to confess. it was awkward because both of you started speaking at the same time, then paused to let the other speak, yet the pattern continued for a few more moments. finally, you confessed first, laughing it off and ignoring the nervous feeling your gut was making you feel. soon, ruggie followed suit and confessed his feelings. the entire conversation erupted to a fit of laughs, as both of you realized the same thing was said. from that day forward it was official, and jack couldn't help but feel a bit proud as he was you two together

jade: friends to lovers but you guys are fake dating

it started off with playful banter from your friends about you not dating. so you decided to go to jade for help — he seemed to know what he was doing most of the time. you explained the predicament you were in, and he proposed the idea of fake dating. a ghost of a smile danced on his lips as you debated this option; eventually you agreed. you just had no idea what you had gotten yourself into.

at first it's going to take a bit to get used to. one minute you'll be talking with your friends and then he'll wrap his arm around your shoulders, using pet names in public, showing small signs of affection like playing with your fingers. he adores teasing you before your friends, giving them the impression that you and jade had been dating for a while. some days he would pinch your face and upon seeing the embarrassed look on your face he said, isn't this what the couples do? he was such a tease, but your friends seem to be believing the fabricated lie placed in front of them.

then the gestures started to mean something. they didn't seem empty, like you and jade were trying to convince your friends. sometimes you would catch him staring at you and he'll offer you a smile. or when walking together your fingers naturally intertwine with his. both of you confronted the situation and agreed to drop the term "fake" — there wasn't anything fake about the relationship you and jade had now.

jamil: friends to lovers but you need help with your date

along the way with your friendship with jamil, you had grown affection for your friend. but that was just the problem: you both were friends and you were shaken by the thought of what might happen if you confessed. so you tried to brush off those feelings, dabbling your toes into the waters of dating until you believed you found the right person for you. and while you may have talked to this person for days, falling in love with their uniqueness, your feelings for jamil never really faded.

perhaps the biggest mistake you made was going to him for help with your date. while his face remained passive, everything inside was spiraling. of course he would help you, that's what friends were for. friends. the bitter word that caused so much agony in your heart as well as jamil's. and something inside jamil cracked and he had to tell you.

he didn't want you to go on that date. he expressed how he just couldn't be happy even if he tried. he didn't raise his voice, in fact he was barely audible. then you confessed, letting the wave of emotion through the dam you spent days building. it's safe to say you never went on that date, instead spending that afternoon with jamil.

rook: friends to lovers but aren't you guys already dating?

rook has his own ways of showing everyone affection. whether it be with the strange phrases he said or admiring from afar, it was still his way of showing all the beautiful beings his adoration. it was no different when you were with rook: he complimented on everything he could find and you threw compliments his way too. holding hands, laying in the other's lap, texting each other in the middle of the night. it was all friendly behavior. until one person asked, are you and rook dating?

were you? the thought never crossed your mind until you were asked. that was when you started paying more attention to rook. the way he complimented others differed from the ones he gave you, his conversations more in depth than others. and maybe those sweet words he said weren't empty, and the way he touched your skin was beginning to comfort you. ah, maybe there was something more there...

luckily for you, rook noticed the subtle changes and knew exactly what was happening. the seeds of love were finally blossoming in your heart, quelle beauté! he's going to use this in his favor, expressing his feelings in the most elaborate way possible. and words alone wouldn't be enough. he took your hands and placed them on his chest, told you his heart only this fast when he was around you, and hoped you felt the same way. and once you two finally start dating, expect rook to find anyway possible for him to express his love for you.

ortho: casual friends to best friends

it started off with casual conversations when you saw him in the hallways. you usually saw him with idia on your way to class. at first sight ortho thought you were neat, so anytime he saw you he would strike a conversation. simple how are you doing and did you hear what happened? and how could you not want to talk to ortho when being around him was much too fun.

soon the interactions became more common. you did puzzles and riddles together, went on treasure hunts idia made just for ortho, and surprising each other in the hallways (though ortho can usually tell when you've come to scare him). if his brother's busy, ortho is going to find you and float around with you all day.

your friendship with him grew so much that he brought you to ignihyde to show off what his dormmates have created. he treuly values your time together, and idia's glad his brother has a new friend to spend time with. so if ida can't find ortho anywhere, he knows that ortho is probably with you.

lilia: friends to lovers but he knows you like him

lilia has been around for ages, and he's seen love taken shape in many forms. but perhaps his favorite type of love was yours. he knew all about your little crush on him. how sweet! with this newfound information, he's going to tease you just a little bit.

holding your hands for a few seconds longer, cupping your face in his hands, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, and other subtle, yet romantic, gestures. he's not going to play with your feelings too much or take it too far. and you're not oblivious to this, you just think it's his way of showing his friendship to you. the thoughts crossed your mind every so often, but this was lilia.

so one day, out of the blue, lilia casually revealed he knew about your crush on him. and before you could even get a word in he gave you his signature laugh and said, don't you think you're a bit too young for an old man like me? nonetheless he took your hand and placed a gentle kiss to it and said he reciprocated those feelings you had for him.

[frie-ice]

This Disney Twisted Wonderland collage is a parallel comparison to showcase Riddle Rosehearts and the classic Disney villain that his character is based on upon and inspired from, the Queen of Hearts. In which has Riddle be seen as her TWST counterpart. After seeing Tumblr posts of the TWST Housewardens and Vice-Housewardens being featured beside the original Disney characters that they represent, I wanted to do a series of collages that work on the same idea.

Riddle is known as the Crimson Tyrant from being the strict Housewarden of the Heartslabyul dorm, that is modelled after the Wonderland Queen, who is famously known to be tyrant herself. That's why I have titled the collage as "Crimson of Hearts." I can assure you this isn't a ship collage, as ship titles can be given to friendships and familyships as well.

[fungifanart]

Happy birthday?

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Trey Clover, Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade

CW: Fluff, Trey Clover has negative rizz, but we love him anyway

Word count: 1,202

Notes: Hahahahaha, what do you mean this is three days late? Hahahahaha, no, it isn't! HAHAHAHAHA (I'm really trying here, guys.)

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"It isn't even funny anymore." Cater says with a sigh.

"It’s pathetic, really." Ace says while shaking his head.

"I'm honestly embarrassed to call myself his friend right now." Riddle says while rubbing his temples.

"You can't be serious…" Deuce can hardly believe what he's hearing, "Trey STILL hasn't caught onto the Prefect’s feelings?!"

Deuce’s mouth goes wide as the three men shake their heads in disappointment, thoroughly gobsmacked at the raw obliviousness being displayed by his respected upperclassman.

It's almost impressive, in a way, to remain blissfully unaware of another person's romantic feelings for oneself for A MONTH.

The four men have seen it all at this point.

They've seen the Prefect go on shopping trips with Trey, help him in the kitchen, help with setup and cleanup of unbirthday parties and so much more, all while subtly flirting with the vice housewarden in hopes of catching his eye, but with little to no luck.

It had gotten to the point where one would think "Surely, he knows and is just willfully ignoring the other man's advances!"

But no.

After being indirectly questioned by Riddle, it's become exceedingly clear that the supposedly clever and thoughtful vice housewarden of Heartslabyul is simply unaware of the Prefect’s feelings. However, from that same conversation, they also learned that he actually harbors feelings of his own for the other man, but refuses to act on them out of fear of ruining their friendship.

'Great Seven, help these two.' Deuce remembers thinking.

Of course, Cater was quick to take up the mantle of wingman for these poor idiots, meanwhile Ace was quick to set up a betting pool on how long it would take for either the hopelessly dense Trey to catch on or for the hopelessly shy Prefect to actually confess, much to Riddle’s dismay. However, even Cater's counsel has proved ineffective and what was once daily entertainment for the Prefect’s friends has descended into a farce that is genuinely painful to watch.

However, not all hope is lost.

With Trey's birthday on the horizon, unbeknownst to both parties, the group has devised a last ditch effort to allow the two to reconcile their feelings for each other.

The day arrives and with it, the plan is set in motion.

While the main festivities are underway, Deuce works with Ace to set up a romantic dinner at a gazebo in one of the more secluded areas of the hedge maze and waits until the party is winding down to guide the Prefect to said gazebo while Cater and Riddle do the same for Trey from the other direction.

With their objective completed, Deuce and the others leave the two men to talk about their feelings.

Whatever happens next is out of their hands.

—-------------------------------------------------------

With his birthday festivities winding down, Trey can feel the fatigue of the day catching up with him and is planning to leave for his room, despite his disappointment at not being able to see the Prefect off as he’s seemingly left for Ramshackle by now.

However, as he’s turning to leave, he feels two hands on his shoulders.

“Uh-uh-uh, birthday boy! You’re not leaving just yet.” Cater says as Trey turns to see both him and Riddle.

“We have one last surprise for you. So we need you to come with us.” Riddle states matter-of-factly as the two men take him by the arms and lead him into the hedge maze.

"So, are you guys gonna tell me what's going on or…?" Trey asks after a few minutes of walking in silence.

Cater scoffs in response, "It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if we told you, now would it?"

"Don't worry, we're almost there." Riddle says as they round a corner where a trio of familiar voices can be heard.

Trey's eyes widen as he sees the Prefect being pushed around the opposite corner towards him by Ace and Deuce.

The two groups get closer and closer until they stop in front of a gazebo with a table that's laid out with food and several candles that create an almost ethereal atmosphere as the natural light from the sun retreats below the horizon.

"What is this?" Trey asks, slightly taken aback.

"Oh, nothing." Ace says innocently, "We just wanted to give you and the Prefect a nice place to spend some alone time. A little birdy told us you've got A LOT to talk about, after all."

Trey and the Prefect share a look of surprise as they're pushed towards the table as a sign to sit down, which they do, but not before Trey feels a hand on his shoulder again and hears Cater's voice whispering in his ear.

"Do NOT mess this up." Cater warns before the four other men leave them to their dinner.

A few minutes pass in awkward silence as the two men eat their food, not knowing what to talk about despite having 'A LOT to talk about' according to Ace.

Of course, it doesn't help that he's getting distracted by how beautiful the Prefect looks in this lighting.

"Uh, Trey? Is there something on my face?" The Prefect asks, causing Trey to realize that he was staring.

"U-uh, nope! You're fine!" Trey says while awkwardly looking away, hoping that the candlelight will obscure the growing pink on his cheeks.

More awkward silence passes as Trey recalls Cater's words and fights the urge to slam his forehead onto the table because he knows he's messing this up BAD.

That is, until the silence is finally broken by the Prefect sighing and looking into Trey's eyes, "Trey, there's…actually something I wanted to tell you." He says apprehensively.

"Oh, sure. Go ahead." Trey says while returning the eye contact.

"I see you. You know that, right?" The Prefect begins, "I see how much you care and how hard you work everyday to keep everyone happy. I see how seriously you take your baking and I can't help but admire it. I can't help but admire you."

Trey feels his heart flutter in his chest as the Prefect continues.

"But it's not just admiration. Our shopping trips and the time I spend helping you bake are always the highlights of my day and I've realized it's because I've spent that time with you, specifically."

Trey's eyes widen and he feels his face heating up as he realizes where the other man is going with this.

"I…think I want to spend a lot more time with you…because…" The Prefect hesitantly reaches his hand over to Trey's on the table, silently asking for permission, which Trey gives in the form of intertwining their fingers together, spurring the other man on to finish his sentence with a sincere smile, "Trey, I love you."

Trey's heart skips a beat and a soft smile forms on his face upon hearing the words he never thought he would from the other man.

"I love you too, y/n." Trey responds softly, but with his love burning passionately in his chest.

The Prefect then moves his chair so they're side-by-side and leans his face towards Trey's, allowing him to happily close the distance between their lips.

'Best birthday present ever.' Trey thinks to himself.

[it-happened-one-fic]

The Best Choice You Will Ever Make - Floyd

Author's Notes: I have finally done it! I have written Floyd Leech! In all seriousness though, I was really worried about characterizing Floyd so I've been sitting on this fic and editing it for a while. But with this fic, I will have finally written ( and posted) a fic for each of the Octatrio! A good way to celebrate my return from, and final day of, vacation I think. Reader is gender-neutral as per usual.

Type: Fluff/romantic

Word Count: 1349

Ever so often you meet someone and the sensible part of your brain whispers, “Danger,” to you. And ever so often, for reasons unknown, you ignore that sensible part of your brain and smile over at the very person who set you on alert. 

Perhaps it was something akin to the call of the void that people felt when looking down into a long dropoff. That strange urge to jump even though you knew for a fact that you would never survive the fall.

Mismatched eyes had met yours that one day, and you’d suddenly recognized that feeling. The sensible part of you had whispered, “Danger, avoid at all costs.” All the while, another, more impulsive part of you had whispered, “This could be fun, and don’t you know better than to judge a book by its cover?”

And so, without hardly thinking twice, you’d jumped into your friendship with Floyd. Knowing full and well exactly how dangerous it, and he, could be.

Ace had been telling you for quite some time that you were danger-prone, and maybe he was right. After all, it was now quite common to find you walking and laughing alongside the infamous Floyd Leech of all people. But the more time you’d spent with Floyd and the longer you’d known him, the more you’d felt that maybe he wasn’t nearly as bad as people liked to make him out to be.

Oh, he could be dangerous to some. That much was obvious from the injuries he often sported from his numerous fights with people and the cover-up work he undoubtedly did for Azul. But he also wasn’t nearly as bad as people liked to make him out to be.

He could, you had discovered, be quite soft-hearted. Since you’d befriended him, he’d been stopping by your classroom each day. Just to say hi and check in on you. No other reason. 

During one of your now many visits to Monstro Lounge, Jade had told you that Floyd did the same thing for him. Neither of you knew why he did it, only that he did. But something about it was touching.

Just like there was something oddly sweet about how he would excitedly wave at you whenever he saw that you’d come to one of his basketball games. Then he’d playfully bicker back and forth with the Ace about who you’d come to watch. You always told them you’d come to watch Jamil just to watch them both sulk while Scarabia’s vice-housewarden rolled his eyes.

There was also the way Floyd seemed to adore sweeping you into an impromptu dance anytime, anywhere. You were getting quite used to being waltzed around the room by the lanky young man who crooned out whatever random tune was going through his head at that specific moment.

As for him being trouble…. Well, he was really no worse than anyone else at this school. Trouble and trouble makers were common at NRC. Floyd was just a slightly different brand of trouble.

It had been a long time since you’d first made eye contact with Floyd and your brain had whispered, “Danger.” Now when you looked at him you instead felt a smile raise to your face, no matter the situation.

Even if it meant being pulled into the rain to run to your next class with him, or being pulled over into an unplanned cuddle/nap session because he felt you were working yourself too hard. After all, “Shrimpys need rest too.”

For better or worse you were now close to Floyd, which was why the little trinkets he’d begun giving you were of no surprise. In fact they were a delight.

 Especially since, if Jade’s slyly amused looks that were almost always followed by Floyd shoving at his brother were anything to go by, it implied one thing. Floyd liked you.

Now you instead had classmates’ concerned whispers to deal with instead of those from within your own brain. 

“Floyd gets bored of everything. I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

That statement was almost immediately accompanied by someone else saying, “Yeah, he’ll get bored and just ditch you like he ditches everything else. It’d be best to steer clear of him Y/n.”

Such remarks were always met with Ace rolling his eyes and Deuce chasing off whoever was speaking up. 

All of these reasons, and so many others, were why you weren’t surprised when Floyd came back from a trip home and immediately came to Ramshackle. Sporting a grin as he came up the walk, waving at you all the while, “Got something for you Shrimpy!” 

The nervous giggle that bubbled from your lips was not faked. 

You were both thrilled to see the young man and nervous about what gift he might be bearing this time. While it was usually just seashells there was the time he’d caught a fish and brought it to you while it was still flopping about….

“Come on, I’ll show you what it is inside,” He seemed almost giddy as he pulled you through the foyer, into the lounge, over to your couch, and sat you down on one of the striped cushions.

His grin was large as he held your gaze and reached into his pocket, “Alright, don’t go getting embarrassed on me now.” With those words he produced a long, slim black box and handed it to you.

You glanced down at it and then back up at him, about to thank him before he waved off your gratitude as if it was a particularly annoying fly, “Don’t thank me yet. Just open it.”

You snorted slightly to yourself before opening the box to find a string of glimmering pearls. Your eyes went wide as your fingers hesitantly touched the glistening orbs.

It was a simple necklace, just a strand of pearls. But that, in and of itself, seemed to make it all the more charming.

“That was my Grandma’s,” At Floyd’s nonchalant statement your head jerked up to meet his gaze with a wide-eyed stare of your own.

He giggled at your reaction before taking the box out of your hands and gesturing for you to turn. Doing as he requested, you twisted in your seat, in a slight haze from his previous comment. While he began to calmly explain his previous words, you felt the weight of the necklace rest on your collar-bone.

“My Grandpa gave them to her as a promise and a request. Ya see, she wasn’t initially from around where he lived, and her folks wanted her to go home.” He patted you on the shoulder, and you twisted back to face him.

A smile was on his face as he continued, “He didn’t want her to leave, so he gave her those and told her if she would stay with him he would never leave her, make her sad, or abandon her. Evidently enough, it worked like a charm since she stayed.”

He paused, his expression softening slightly as he looked at you, wearing his grandmother’s necklace, with a uniquely gentle smile on his face. If only your classmates could see him now. Then they might understand that Floyd got tired of things, not of people. Never of people, and never of you.

“What do you say, Shrimpy? I’m not Azul, but I’m willing to make a deal with you. The same deal that my grandparents made all those years ago. Stay here, with me, and I’ll do the same for you.”

That cautious part of your brain whispered something new this time, instead of warnings of danger it asked you a question, “Are you sure about this?” You felt a smile rise to your lips as you nodded at Floyd, unable to find the words as you watched a grin spread across his face.

Sometimes, for reasons unknown, you’d ignore that sensible part of your brain. 

You’d done so when you’d befriended Floyd and you knew, without a shadow of a doubt, you were about to do it again. Because sometimes following your gut decision is the best choice you will ever make.

[blues824]

If requests are open and this request doesn't cross your boundaries, may I request a scenario on Heartslabyul squad finding out their Vice Housewarden being engaged/romantically involved to a mermaid!reader? If its not too much can reader also not be Yuu? It's okay if you don't follow that =D

Thank you for the effort, enthusiasm, and hard work you put in to these posts and I hope this request is alright in your list!

I set the bar low when it came to rules, so this doesn’t violate anything lol. Gender-neutral reader, but is called a ‘mermaid’.

Riddle Rosehearts

So, you were a member of the little friend group that he had when he was younger, and you were there to comfort him when he was sad through your wonderful singing voice. Yes, he was aware that you were a mermaid. However, he saw that you were closer to Trey than to anyone else. You even held hands before marriage, which was almost unspeakable for him.

But he wasn’t aware that the two of you were engaged until he noticed a notification on his Vice Housewarden’s phone many years later. It was a text from ‘My Fiance ❤️’, and Riddle almost died from surprise. He shouted, “you have a fiance??”, and Trey was acting all nonchalant as he explained that the two of you had made a promise to each other that once you both turned 18, you would be with a ring on your finger.

When you had gotten permission to visit NRC, the Housewarden was very excited to see his old friend. However, it made him flustered when you spotted the baker and gave him a kiss… on the lips. Bro squeaked something out about his virgin eyes and that you and Trey should keep affection for behind doors.

Trey Clover

He had met you when you waltzed into his family’s bakery one day, wet hair and wet clothes as you asked for the sweet-smelling treat that was on display. As cliche as it is, it was love at first sight for the young boy. He brought you the treat and sat with you and asked you a bunch of questions. This is when he learns that you are a mermaid and your family had recently moved to the Queendom of Roses and you had just gone swimming.

From that point on, your families got really close and encouraged your friendship, and even eventual relationship. The two of you even made a promise once you found out that Trey had been accepted to NRC and you wouldn’t see each other often that you both would be engaged once you guys had turned 18. He most definitely kept that promise once you visited in his second year, and you went home with a ring on your finger.

When you had visited again in his third year, you were formally introduced to everyone (aside from Riddle, who already knew you). The entire time, you basically stuck by the baker’s side, and Yuu pointed out that it reminded them of the story of the Baker and his Spouse. You were confused since you had never heard of that tale (pun intended if you understand), but it was good all the same.

Cater Diamond

This man had no idea who you were, and he walked into the Heartslabyul kitchen just to see you and Trey kissing each other. He snapped a picture and rushed back outside as he posted said picture with the caption: TREY HAS A SECRET LOVER?! Needless to say, the Vice Housewarden had gotten the notification that Cater had posted something.

He was expecting a big reaction, but instead he had gotten a comment almost immediately from the baker saying, ‘I guess you could say that. They’re my fiance haha.’ Cater just about spit out his tea all over Riddle and literally let out a weird squeak of confusion. The Housewarden asked what was wrong and he showed him the comment, and he had the remnants of a smile as he explained the promise once made between you and Trey.

Once the Unbirthday Party was over, he actually introduced himself to you and asked if you would forgive him for posting a picture without your consent. You smiled as you forgave him, and the two of you actually became great friends. He asked a few questions about yours and Trey’s relationship, and he was squealing at how adorable your story actually was.

Ace Trappola

He saw Cater’s post but didn’t have time to look at it, for fear of being late to the Unbirthday Party. So, he sat down at his spot and saw that you and Trey were sitting next to each other, and you had one hand in the Vice Housewarden’s and your other hand had a ring on it, you could see the question marks pop up around his head.

There were many whispers, but it eventually got out that you were Trey’s fiance. Bro let out the loudest gasp of shock, and Riddle questioned what was wrong. He was embarrassed, but he was genuinely surprised that the baker was engaged. But with your displays of affection, he felt low-key envious because he peaked in middle school when it came to rizz.

Nah but for real, he will definitely ask Trey for some dating advice because the last relationship he had was in middle school. It was a very awkward conversation, but you offered some help and explained that your soon-to-be husband had in Ed you with the respect you deserved and even made it romantic

Deuce Spade

Ace actually made him late because he got into an argument with Grim and the former delinquent had to hold the former back from getting into a physical fight. But, as he and Ace finally sat down for the Unbirthday Party, he saw that you and Trey were sitting next to each other. Whispers were going about, but none were confirmed.

But, Riddle stood and announced that they had a special guest amongst them, and asked for you to stand and give a small wave before you sat back down. Once he heard that you were the fiance of the Vice Housewarden, he too let out a gasp of shock, but a small one. Then he remembers that Trey is 18, so he assumes that you are 18 as well.

Your story was actually adorable, and he asked a bunch of questions about you. He was surprised to hear that you were a mermaid and that you did not make it into NRC, better yet that you had stayed with your boyfriend (now fiance) throughout all your years of college. But you became a good friend to all of Heartslabyul.

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WALT DISNEY WORMDOG I. jade leech/oc

please contact your local doctor if you are experiencing the following symptoms: prophetic dreams, the feeling that someone is calling from across the water and from across the wave, midnight visitors, scars from sand, new friendships, black blood coming out your ears but NOT your nose, inhuman strength, canine teeth on your throat, & the philosophy that we should move on from our past and never let it hold us back from the possibilities of tomorrow.

a/n: a midnight conversation after jamil’s overblot

tags: blood and injury, oc is from the x reader called ‘the look on your face’, & established relationship

word count: 1996

“Hot, hot, hot, hot.”

“So you’ve griped.”

“Hot, hot, hot, hot.”

“Really, I would have never imagined.”

Panting like a mutt, molten lava on his draped tongue, the Ramshackle Prefect turns around to the vice-housewarden who has been following him like a duckling. He tries to mold his expression into something serious, something vexed. It is like trying to push melting ice-cream back into a sphere.

So, features wilting right back into that heat-stricken expression, the Ramshackle Prefect marches right back on to his destination. If Octavinelle’s vice wants to play his part as a mosquito in this Sahara-esque dorm, let Jade have his fun. There is something Marion needs to do.

For the first time in three days, his hand finally breaks contact with his sword’s handle.

White calluses on his tan hand are as prominent as fresh tattoo ink. The indents and intricate carvings have meshed themselves into his hand. You could mistake them for his palm’s natural creases if not for the single column of sigils upon feather-patterned horse-hoof pommel hilt. Damascus steel meets cobblestone.

Marion’s knees? They punch the cobblestone ground with an angry passion. Collapsing, he grips the edge of Scarabia’s pure gold fountain and ducks his head underwater.

An amused smile appears on Jade’s face. How truly unusual. Closing the distance, the eel-mer decides to take his own little respite too. After a battle and party, one should make time to unwind. Sitting on the edge of gold, Jade stretches out his legs and leans his head back to observe Marion’s nape. “You know, if you were so dehydrated, I’m certain Kalim could have assuaged your plight by making you a personal rain-cloud.”

It takes a while until Marion resurfaces. When he does, rivulets of water jump in shooting-star-leaps over the tips of his ebony hair. He runs a hand through the wet mop. It is considerably less hair than he had when entering Scarabia four days ago; before winter break, his hair was shoulder length and now it is chin length.

Through the stubborn strands that curtain his face, Marion groans , “This place is even hotter than Savanaclaw. Ugh, how is that even possible?”

“Did you not hear my suggestion?”

“Hmm?” Marion has taken to dipping his battered hands into the crystal clear water. The water’s weightlessness feels heavenly,

“I said, why not ask for the help of Kalim’s Unique Magic or perhaps a dip in the oasis?”

It is a relatively easy question to answer, but Marion reflects on the situation. How he had waited until he was sure Grim was dead to the world, stomach full of sleep-inducing food, and double-checked Ace and Deuce’s rooms. Stood outside Scarabia’s vice’s bedroom, trying to listen through the door’s cracks if Jamil’s measured breaths were from real sleep or a facade. Then, a lighthouse yellow eye bloomed in the comfortable dark Marion had been stalking in and Marion allowed him to follow.

The only reason he is able to relax now is because Jade said: (“I slipped something in the tea.”

“You did?” Marion asks, pulling back from the guest room Deuce is slumbering in. “What was it?”

“A heavy sedative. Something from the fungi kingdom that I doubt even Jamil could recognize the taste of. Come, let’s go.”) And that had assured him everyone would be comatose in a deep dream. So, after ignoring it for so long, Marion is able to treat his consistent, four day long heatstroke.

As to the response to Jade’s inquiry, it is: “Didn’t like the idea of taking my eyes off them.”

It had been Grim that texted Ace and Deuce for a rescue; Marion had been opposed firmly. Just as he had been opposed to the help of Azul Ashengrotto and his two, taller shadows.

“Hm,” Jade responds softly. He turns his burning gaze off to the side, towards the nebulous ebon that coats and suctions onto the exterior of Scarabian architecture. “Could’ve asked for my help.”

“Could’ve but didn’t,” Marion agrees as he rises to his feet. Completely ignorant that Jade is vexed.

He has still not taken off his steel-toed boots since this morning and it is now approaching midnight. Physicality rules heavily over sentimentality. An overblot for breakfast and lunch with a party for dinner and dessert. What a painfully busy day.

“Should’ve.” It seems Jade has gotten his fill of appreciating the building designs. Gold and olive-brown try to make an imposing dissect at green eyes but it falls short. It is really hard to ever look at the Ramshackle Prefect with any animosity.

Sand-dollar hued laces are pulled apart as Marion balances his foot on the fountain’s edge. He wiggles his foot out his boot and unfurls his white sock.

“Are you upset or suggesting something for the future? I think the only other hot dorm might be Ignihyde, but it's temperamentally hot and I manage fine there.” It is almost amusing to Jade how sincere that question is – almost. Jade watches as Marion hooks his other foot on the fountain’s edge, undoing the laces. He is just about to answer when Marion gets his left boot off. His white sock is soaked red.

“Huh, odd.”

Jade quirks an eyebrow at Marion’s monotone exclamation – if you could even call it an exclamation. Like two people waiting for the circus’s curtain to rise, they watch in tandem as the sanguinary-dyed sock is removed. Blood sticks to Marion’s thumbs, pulling it off. The sight causes both Marion’s and Jade’s eyes to pulse with interest.

“You know, I concur. Odd.”

“I didn’t even feel anything.”

“I would say that’s incomprehensible, but with your dance battle with Jamil and then the literal one with Ace and Deuce … I have no reason but to believe you.”

“Wonder if it happened because of the stone pillar.”

“Who knows. Wiggle it,” Jade instructs with barely contained, dangerous intrigue.

Marion tries to, but it is fruitless. His big toe is bent to the side with all the harsh angles of a broken stick. The best image to compare it to is the end of a hockey staff, one ridge turn away from being straight. In the red, you can see a tiny, snowy mountain cap of white which is the bone peeking out. The rest of his toes move just fine though.

“No use,” Marion declares, staring at his open fracture. By now, the blood that has not been absorbed into the sock starts to make dimes of red on gold.

With a pat to the fountain, Jade wordlessly instructs Marion to sit. A breath later, he hovers over the protruding wound with his magic pen, getting to work on a healing spell. As violet shimmers and skin rearranges itself, they go quiet with different ordeals on their mind.

It is just odd, the rawest definition of the word, that Jamil’s Unique Magic had not robbed Marion of his sword. Jamil had certainly tried as Marion remembers: “Why don’t you two stay here at Scarabia for winter vacation? Prefect, let me handle your sword; you can relax here.”

Under the hypnotist’s spell, Snake Whisper, he had followed each instruction down to the tiny word of relaxation, but his grip had never faltered from his sword.

I’m not immune to magic or overblots, Ramshackle Prefect thinks as he watches his big toe reverse and mend, but I didn’t once release my sword. If anything, he and his claymore glued themselves together after Jamil’s words for three whole days. Acting completely in reverse of what the magic-laced instruction was.

He treads his right leg back and forth in the fountain’s water, contemplative. It is in the past though, so perhaps it is fine to let it go. He sends a pensive look over his shoulder to his claymore, laying by the fountain, and decides it does not matter anymore. It will never phase him again unless the future calls for it to.

“You run so much hotter than everyone else,” Jade says as he places a hand over Marion’s neck. He knows there are no scent glands in humans but he still possessively lets his own scent diffuse into brown skin. Infects the pore with the sweat of himself, infects the already infected bloodstream.

“Mmmh, you remember when I head-butted Jamil twice during the fight?”

“I recall.”

“I did it because I was so dizzy from the heat. Needed to restart my vision and mind. The first was a test; the second one was intentional.”

“You have such a crude and amusing way of doing things.”

“Thank you. Not sure how you can stand this heat though. I think I’m melting,” Marion whines, leaning into Jade’s embrace.

“Being cold-blooded comes with a particular adaptability.

“How’s the Coral Sea?

“Rather cold and desolate.”

“That sounds great,” Marion moans, enthralled with the idea of pitch black, chilly landscape. “Take me there?”

“One day.”

The conversation lulls and Marion dips his now fixed foot into the fountain. His muscular arms hold the edge of the fountain behind him; the scars on his left arm made from Leona’s Unique Magic stretch with his deep breath. Scars travel down that arm like kintsugi pottery, lightning cracks of sand-hued wounds on a dark canvas.

It is a while of just basking in company before Jade breaks it.

“Why did you not let me or Floyd fight?”

Marion’s eyebrows raise curiously. “During the overblot, you remember, when you kicked both me and Floyd fifty feet away from the fight?” The smile on Jade’s face is predatory and wide, gleaming with all his acute enamels. Ah, that’s vexed!

“Hm, I just felt like I had it in the bag, was too in the moment to need help.”

“Yet you allowed Kalim to assist you,” Jade leans forward, showing more of his teeth.

Is it so bad that he wants to be the only one of the Ramshackle’s arsenal? The first character … the main of the player … selected in the game as Idia would say, right?

Rolling his options on his tongue like a piece of gum, Marion looks up at the squirting arches of the fountain. Water leaps in this beautiful, jetting motion. Everything about this place is a little hypnotic.

“You really want to know?” Jade’s expression gives away the answer clear as day.

Leaning close, he whispers, “you smell the best when you’re fighting for your life. Would’ve distracted me.”

Jade’s heart gives a dangerous lunge in his chest, overjoyed. Smiling, he glides his hand up until he is pinching the chin of the Ramshackle Prefect, puppeting him so his spine has to hunch yet his neck has to tilt up. Such a malleable clay structure for Jade to mold; something he will dip his fingers into only to discover there are blades hidden in the clay like razors in Halloween candy. What a treat, caramel and blood. Waiting to taste just about anything, Jade leans amorous … but —

Marion pulls back. “Nice try,” he congratulates, smiling at the frown on the vice-housewarden’s face.

“Don’t humans kiss at least after a life threatening situation? Even when wired on adrenaline earlier, you stubbornly refused.”

“Not this human. C’mon. I’m cooled down; let’s raid the kitchen.”

There is much more to discuss about Jamil’s overblot; about what is going to happen in the future; about them and their relationship. It is best to be done with petite interludes made by chowing down on some good food.

Ah, he supposes the taste of stolen food might be as appetizing as metaphorical caramel and blood. Marion always knows how to get his attention — the pinnacle distraction for the eel-mer has always been cooking. So, Jade puts his hand in the outstretched, scarred one.

“I’ll try later.”

“I know,” Marion says. He presses a kiss to the wrist of Jade’s hand that was just holding his magic pen and reversing his wound. “Let’s go steal some shit.”

[bun-lapin]

Hello I am not the same person who asked for the game night with the freshmen. But I really injoied it. Can u make a part 2./ gen pos

Hello and thanks for the request! I'm so glad you liked the first one! I loved writing the 'hanging out with your buddies' mood of this prompt. Really brought back a lot of fun memories from my high school days~! Hope it's ok that they're playing a different game this time and that I tweaked the rules a bit to fit the story better. I also tried out a slightly different formatting due to the extra dialogue <3

Game night part 1: link here

CW: humor, platonic friendship, silly time

First Years Game Night: part 2

Walking into the lounge with a broom and dustpan in hand, you take in the chaotic scene of spilled popcorn on the floor, countless empty cans of juice scattered around the room, and your fellow first years excitedly shouting and running all over the place. You stride over to where Grim is lounging on a cushioned chair and hand him the cleaning tools with a stern look. He reluctantly takes the broom from you and sighs, “Yeah, yeah I got it. My mess, my job to clean it up.” He halfheartedly begins cleaning and you turn to face the rest of the group as Ace begins speaking.

“Alright everyone!” Ace shouts and everyone settles down. “Time for our next game which is: Who am I?” He holds up a small box of folded paper scraps and shakes it. “I just finished writing the names and the overall category is important people on campus. So basically housewardens, vice housewardens, staff, you get the picture. The teams have been reshuffled and you’ll have one minute to ask as many ‘yes or no’ questions as you can to your partner to figure out who you are. Everyone understand?” He grins as everyone nods their head. “Sweet! Let’s get this game started then!”

Round 1: Ace ❤️ and Deuce ♠️

Ace stands with his back to the group as Deuce fishes out a random name from the box. He sticks the paper to Ace’s back with some tape and then walks over to stand facing him. The rest of the first years stand behind Ace and read the name on his back. Epel tries not to burst out laughing when he sees the name ‘Vil Schoenheit’.

Ace: Am I a housewarden? Deuce: Yes. Ace: Sweet! That narrows it down to like seven people! Ace: Am I rich? Deuce: What!? How would I even know something like that?! Jack: The rules state you can only answer yes or no! Deuce: (He thinks really hard as many seconds go by) ...Yes? Ace: Do I put a lot of care into my appearance? Deuce: Yeah! Ace: Am I a hard worker? Deuce: Yes. (You hear Epel sigh very tiredly next to you.)

Ace suddenly yells out, “I got it! I’m Azul Ashengrotto!” The timer rings out.

As Ace checks the paper on his back, everyone sits in stunned silence thinking about how Vil and Azul share a surprising amount of characteristics.

Round 2: Jack 🐺 and Sebek 🐊

Jack tapes his selected name to Sebek’s back and then swiftly takes his place facing his teammate. Everyone else leans in to read the paper and then immediately hold their sides with silent laughter as they see the name ‘Malleus Draconia’ taped to Sebek’s back.

As soon as the timer is started, Sebek begins shouting a stream of questions without leaving a single pause for Jack to answer back.

Covering his ears with his hands, a pained grimace on his face, Jack yells back, “Stop! Stop! My hearing is way more sensitive than anyone else here! Plus, you’re going too fast for me to even answer!”

Sebek begins yelling in a slightly reduced volume about how speed is of the essence and the last team lost because they ran out of time. The timer continues to tick away and Jacks yells over Sebek’s voice, “Our time’s almost out! Ask something!”

Sebek shouts, “Alright! Fine! Am I Lord Mal-” The timer’s ringing cuts him off.

The rest of the room dies laughing while Jack and Sebek start arguing and throwing couch cushions at each other.

Round 3: Epel 🍎 and Grim 🐱

Epel tapes the name to Grim’s ribbon (because the tape doesn’t stick very well to his fur) and then stands facing him. The rest of the group raise their eyebrows in mild surprise as everyone reads the name ‘Dire Crowley’ on the paper. Making sure Grim can’t hear, Ace starts a bet about whether or not he’ll be able to guess in time. You’re the only one to wager in favor of Grim.

Grim: Am I a member of the staff? Epel: Yes! Grim: Am I well dressed? Epel: Uhh... (He looks towards you and, making sure no one is looking, you slightly nod at Epel) Yes? Grim: Am I good at my job? Epel: (He looks at you again but this time the rest of the group are watching you like hawks) ...Yes?

Grim laughs and jokes, “Well if I’m good at my job, there’s no way I’m Crowley, right?” Grim sees the expression on Epel’s face and shouts, “Wait! Epel! Am I Crowley!?”

The timer rings and you collect your winnings from the bet as Grim yells at Epel that his opinion of the headmaster is too high.

Round 4: Ortho 🤖 and You 🦐

As you stand with your back to your friends, you hear Ortho grab a piece of paper from the box and then you feel him tape it on your back. You raise an eyebrow in fierce curiosity as you hear everyone burst out laughing behind you.

You: Am I a member of the staff? Ortho: No. You: Am I a vice housewarden? Ortho: No.

You silently celebrate because with those two questions, you realize you must be a housewarden. There are only five people you could be because Vil and Malleus have already been selected.

You quickly go through the list of remaining housewardens, leaving enough of a pause for Ortho to respond, and ask if you’re each one. Ortho responds ‘No’ to each question.

You pause with intense confusion, trying to remember if you’ve left a name off the list. While you’re thinking, the timer rings and you rip the paper off your back to read the answer.

Everyone else in the room falls to the floor with laughter as you read the piece of paper with your name on it. You smile and laugh along with your friends, feeling just how important you are to this close knit group of first years.

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Headcanons I Probably Overexplain - Cater Edition Part 2!

Cater was the housewarden before Riddle. Did he really want the position? No. But being housewarden gave him some comfort in that he was "necessary", so he couldn't leave or be made to leave before his time was done. Obviously being at school gave him a bit of a safety net in that it didn't matter if his family had to move, he still had a dorm at NRC, but being housewarden was just a bonus in that he felt like...even if his mom tried to drag him along in her shenanigans, she couldn't. It was something to be proud of too, even if the only person at home who kind of cared was his big sister, but it made him feel good about himself. In his first year, he mostly spent his time hesitantly, but slowly building a friendship with Trey, something he felt could be real. Trey was his right hand man and encouraged him to take on the old dorm leader. The fact he had someone on his side for once was more than enough for him to not only want to take over, but make Heartslaybul a more lively and relaxed place for people to enjoy themselves. Traditions and rules were still very much in place, but punishment for error was rarely more than a simple reminder or a small reprimand. Cater was well loved as housewarden, and he knew it. And he loved feeling...loved. Which was why when Riddle showed up, everything started to spiral. At first, it seemed that Trey would be an easy in to make another friend, but that hope was squandered when Trey approached him, asking him to give up the very position he had encouraged him to take. Just for clarification, Trey never intended for things to go this way, he genuinely didn't believe Riddle's mother would let him go anywhere without her. However Cater never got this information. 'Riddle Needs That Position and Riddle Will Do Amazing and Riddle Wont Back Down Until He Gets It and Riddle Will Be At His Mothers Mercy If He Fails and clearly your mother doesn't care how you end up (subtext)' was the sum of what Cater heard from Trey, but if it wasn't enough to hear that and agree to the battle once he learned what Riddle's UM was, Trey asked him to take it easy on him. While the position meant a lot to Cater, so did having a friend. While Riddle's magic could have been fairly easy to evade using multiple clones, he put up much less of a fight than he could have. It wasn't until Riddle was dormleader that he realized that it was all for nothing. Trey was appointed vice housewarden still, loyal only to Riddle it seemed. Cater was still the person many underclassmen came to talk to, to look for support and assistance, which was nice in a way, but the title never meant as much as having a friend did, and after the feelings of betrayal set in, he found it difficult to want to make more friends, and distanced himself slightly from Trey. Not enough that Trey wouldn't see him as a friend still, but enough to keep himself from spiraling.

He has no hard feelings towards Riddle, he is well aware that everything that happened was between him and Trey alone, but it still hurts sometimes, you know? Especially in his last year physically at the school, it would have been nice to leave with at least one, genuine, good friend.

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Flowers and Masks (Part 1)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland (Specifically the Glorious Masquerade event) Genre: Fantasy Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1,354 A/N: This series gonna be posted whenever. There's no specific time I have for this I just wanted to post this for fun. And since the events going on I figured it'd be perfect timing. :3 Also good luck to anyone pulling for the event!

“Okay I’ll go over it again,” The black haired vice housewarden explained. “Towels are on the second shelf. Your comb is in the box beneath that, next to the hair dryer.”

“Uh huh,” The white haired boy said as he nodded along. All with a smile on his face.

“There’s medicine for headaches and stomach issues in the first aid kit. Other medicine is in the chest of drawers, top drawer.”

“Got it!” “I put out some spare soap, but if you need more it’s in…”

His voice droned on and on. It was like a parent reminding their child to do their chores, because they were going away on a trip. Which was true, the vice housewarden was going on a trip. He was going to Fleur City to go to a social gathering. Meeting other mages at the smaller school of Nobel Bell College. It was especially exciting because around this time there was a festival that happened once a year. However he wasn’t talking to a child. No, he was talking to his housewarden who was looking at him with wide eyed attentiveness. However the red haired man sitting in the same room thought otherwise. Sure his housewarden wasn’t the smartest man alive, but he was still capable at times.

“Jamil, he’s not a child,” The redhead groaned. “Kalim can handle himself just fine.”

“Augh, I’m just worried!” *Jamil said. He then put both his hands on Kalim’s shoulder’s. “Are you really going to be okay on your own for three days?”

“Don’t be such a worrywart, Jamil!” Kalim chuckled. “Nothing’s gonna happen. And if something does happen, the rest of the guys in Scarabia will be there to help. It’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, I mean you did give all of them a manual,” The redhead added.

“See we’re good,” Kalim said with a smile. However his smile soon faded into a frown. “Although I wish I could’ve gone to Fleur City with you and Valerio. The name alone makes it sound beautiful. Aren’t you two excited?”

His smile then returned in the matter of seconds as he beamed at both his fellow classmates. “This is a chance to make friends from other schools. You two lucked out big time!”

“Yeah maybe we’ll even find Jamil a girlfriend or something,” Valerio chuckled.

“You think so?” Kalim asked excitedly.

“I doubt it,” Jamil spat as he glared at Valerio. “One single social wouldn’t be enough to form any meaningful friendships. Let alone a relationship.”

“You never know~” Valerio playfully teased. Smirking as he was immune to Jamil’s glares by this point.

“Although I am looking forward to touring somewhere new,” Jamil remarked. There was a smile on his face as he spoke.

“Yeah there you go! I’ll be super happy if you two enjoyed yourselves. Tell me all about it when you two get back,” Kalim beamed.

“Don’t worry we will. I’ll even bring you back something,” Valerio smiled

“Really?” 

“Really, Really.”

“Thanks, Val! You’re the best.”

“Anyways,” Jamil interrupted. “Please be careful, and don’t get injured or sick while I’m away.”

“Sure thing!” Kalim grinned.

“All right, let’s go over it one more time. Towels are on the left…” Jamil started.

“Again!?” Kalim yelled.

Valerio let out a groan as he rolled his eyes. Not wanting to hear Jamil go through this for the millionth time; he got up and headed to his room to pack. As the redhead traversed through the halls he could hear the groans of his fellow dormmates about Jamil’s manual. A part of him was lucky that he got picked to go on this trip. Otherwise he would have to read the endless pages of rules and instructions. The mere thought of it made Valerio shudder as he finally got to his room. He opened the door and was expecting to see the room empty. However, there was a student sitting on top of his bed holding one of the pillows. If it was a Scarbia student it wouldn’t have been out of the ordinary, but the brunette was from Octavinelle. Thankfully Valerio knew the person, but that didn’t quell his confusion. Their cyan eyes landed onto Valerio and they smiled at him.

“What’s up, Val?” The student asked.

“Nothing much, but what are you doing here Salem?” Valerio asked.

“Floyd and Jade are tearing up the Mostro Longue because they were mad that they didn’t get picked. So I thought I’d come here to get out of the crossfire.”

Valerio nodded in understanding. He had forgotten how violent the twins could be sometimes. He then moved to his bed to get his suitcase out from under it. 

“Well, I’ll be here packing for that trip. Hope you don’t mind,” Valerio said as he turned his back on Salem and opened up his closet. Revealing a wide array of Scarabia uniforms.

“You still haven’t packed yet?” Salem asked in disbelief.

“No, I was helping Jamil organize everything for Kalim.”

“Ohhh… Well Azul’s practically got everything packed down to the letter.”

“Of course he has,” Valerio slightly rolled his eyes at the mention of Azul. “Always prepared for anything.”

“Yeah… but hey maybe on this trip you two can finally kiss or something.”

That made Valerio’s face heat up. Him and Azul… kissing? To be fair he has thought of things like that. As much as Valerio hates to admit it. However, he knows that it’ll never happen. After all Azul hates him and is only teasing him because Valerio’s done it countless times before. So there’s no way he’d actually do it… right?

“D-don’t be ridiculous Salem that won’t happen,” Valerio dismissed as he packed a school uniform into his suitcase.

“Oh come on, Val, you two have been practically flirting with each other for a year and a half,” Salem insisted.

“Speaking of flirting, how's your flirting going?” Valerio asked. A bit of tease was in his voice, but really he wanted to change the subject.

Now it was Salem’s turn to blush profusely. They instantly dropped the pillow and waved their arms around.

“W-well it’s just that… well you know… I… haven’t done it yet,” Salem muttered. Looking away in shame.

“Did you get cold feet again?” Valerio guessed.

“Wha- no! He was just really busy and I-I didn’t want to bother him is all!” Salem stammered, but they still weren’t looking at Valerio.

“Uh-huh.”

“Ok, as his childhood friend you should know how busy Vil is. Imagine you're in a conversation and someone walks up to you and is like, ‘hey baby what’s up?’ Like that’s so incredibly rude. He already thinks Octavinelle’s shady anyways. I don't want him to think I’m rude on top of that. And it would’ve been even more awkward if I was just standing there. Actually not only would it have been awkward, it would've been a bit creepy as well. I mean could you imagine…”

That was the second time today that Valerio has heard someone ramble. However this one he couldn’t escape from it. Not that he minded since he found that Salem’s ramblings could be amusing at times. Despite the onslaught of words the Octavinelle student was saying there were a few words that stuck to his mind.

“Maybe on this trip you two can finally kiss or something.”

Those words replayed in his mind. All while a scene flashed before him. The two of them standing in a plaza of flowers. His beloved rival standing in front of him, his gray eyes looking at Valerio with love and adoration. The smirk he usually wore was replaced with a smile. A genuine warm smile that made Valerio’s heart swell. He would hold Valerio close and whisper sweet nothings into Valerio’s ear. The oranges and reds of the sky only made the scene more romantic and warm. 

Valerio shook off that scene from his mind and regained his focus on packing. However the thought still plagued his mind. Occasionally popping up here and there.  Maybe it was the hopeless romantic in him, but… he wouldn’t mind if the social ended with a kiss or… Something else…