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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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Ahhh I love ur writing!! Can I get Malleus, Leona and Azul's reaction to a cat following them around all day and being super affectionate with them only to find out the cat is not a stray but actually you (bc Ace and Grim messed up and you got turned into a cat) thx!!

A Cat-aclysm!

Malleus does take kindly to small things. Especially if it’s been nuzzling up to him the entire day. A feline of dubious origin, with a rather soft coat of fur. He would know. It seemed content, rubbing against his leg as he sat.

Kneeling down, Malleus slips his hands under the cat’s front paws. Lifting it up carefully, staring into its eyes.

“What are you doing, little one?”

A slow blink, before the cat’s jaws swung open in a yawn. It gazed at Malleus, eyes clouded with sleepiness. Leaning it’s head into Malleus’s hands, purring in delight.

A rather affectionate creature. Perhaps Malleus will keep it around for awhile. This Feline amuses him.

Malleus lifts the cat up, cradling it close to his chest. Prefect does have experience with these creatures. He’ll drop by Ramshackle dorm for a tip or two.

“PREFECT!” A yowl, before a blur of grey rammed into Malleus’ boots. Flames of blue crackle, as the assailant glanced upwards. A grey cat with fire blooming out of his ears, dancing with the winds. Grim, of Ramshackle Dorm.

His eyes light up in recognition.

“Hornton! Ugrh, of course they went straight for you.”

Stretching out his paws, Grim beckons at the cat.

“Come on, Prefect. We got the restoration potion up and running… at least, Ace thinks he has.”

A moment of silence, as Malleus attempts to comprehend the situation. He peers down at the cat in his hands, before turning his gaze on Grim, a million questions apparent in his eyes.

Grim crossed his paws, before letting out a huff of annoyance.

“That right there would be my sidekick. Just a lil’ potion mishap, but we’ll fix ‘em right up! So if you’ll excuse us…”

Positioning himself above you, Grim bites down carefully. Picking you up by the scruff of your neck, he storms off.

Malleus watches you two, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. Really, it’s much like watching a mother cat and her kitten. It’s adorable. You’re adorable.

Honestly? Malleus wouldn’t mind if you took to cuddling with him in your human form. As endearing as you are as a feline, he much prefers your arms around his.

Cats are elegant creatures, are they not? Prancing around with their head held high. Soft, gentle footfalls with their padded paws. Such sly, observant eyes as well!

Of course, those points didn’t really apply to the… creature under his desk. Lying on it’s back, baring it’s furry stomach for all to see. It was a cat, the same way a wolf was considered to be related to a pug.

Curling it’s paws upwards, the cat seemed happy to bat at the loose ends of his coat. Azul watches with an apprehensive gaze. He’s not too sure how a cat managed to sneak in Mostro Lounge. Of course, it could be a prank by one of the Leeches. However, this seemed a little mild, for a prank by them.

Especially with a creature as.. cute as it was. Rolling around on the ground, the cat’s eyes meet his. A yowl of delight, before it slid over to his legs. Wrapping itself around Azul’s ankle, the cat settled onto its hunches. Each purr rumbled from the cravens of its chest, ticking Azul’s skin.

Despite himself, Azul couldn’t stop himself for reaching down. He rubs the cat’s head, humming to himself. Business do regard beckoning cats as bringer of good fortune, no?

His office was rather empty as of late. He wouldn’t mind terribly, taking this cat in his care…

A thundering crash.

Azul’s door was swung open, nearly flying off its hinges. A student dashed forward, hoisting the cat up from the ground. Holding it close to his chest, Ace heaved a sigh of relief. Although that relief soon turned into frustration, with the cat wiggling in his arms in a bid for freedom.

“Trappola, I must ask the meaning of this intrusion-“

A dismissal wave from Ace.

“This lil’ critter would be dear Prefect. They got into a little… mishap. Thanks for looking after them, though.”

With a half-hearted salute of appreciation, Ace slinked out of the office. Muffled protests and threats could be heard from the outside, with Ace threatening to drown you in the antidote.

Azul watches you two leave, with a somewhat melancholy smile playing on his lips. To think that you would be so affectionate to him… it’s sweet. Really.

Leona does not take kindly to anyone who dares interrupt his naps. He’s spent his day scouting for that spot, perfectly warmed by the sun, but still somewhat shaded. A comfortable balmy temperature, just right for him to shut his eyes and drift off into slumber…

Who did this cat think it was? Curling up under his arm, fluffy head rubbing into his skin. Tail swishing in annoyance, Leona responses to its advances with a growl. A guttural one, from deep in his chest.

The cat perked it’s head up, and gave him a stare of displeasure. A no-nonsense face, strangely reminiscent of a certain prefect.

Really now, how bold of it. Looking at him, the prince of the afterglow savanna straight in the eye. His hand creeps behind the cat, picking it by the scruff of its neck. A mewl of surprise, before it spat at Leona.

A chuckle, before Leona lifted the cat up into the air. Holding it above his lips, his jaws opened, snapping playfully under the cat’s body. It tended up immediately, whimpering quietly.

“That’s better, you lil’ runt. You know your place.” A drawl, dripping with mockery. He watched the cat wiggle about within his clutches. What do you know, this little guy had some fight in it. Leona could respect that.

He releases the cat, letting it fall against his stomach with a plop. Reaching up, Leona scratches the scalp of its head absentmindedly. He strokes the cat, sighing. It was a comfortable weight on his chest, warm to the touch. Much like a blanket, settling around Leona’s soul.

A snort, before Leona settles back down. Guess he doesn’t mind keeping a little kitty around. His eyelids flutter back shut.

Before the obnoxious sounds of leaves rustling finally wears down his patience. Leona gets up, snarling at whoever dared to tread on the grass. A startled yelp, before a student creeped forward. With an apologetic smile, Deuce emerged from the bushes.

“Sorry about that,Leona…” a pause, before Deuce’s eyes widen.

“Prefect? There you are!” Duece takes a knee, before pulling you into his arms. You hiss weakly, but curl into his arms without a struggle.

Leona raises an eyebrow. Prefect? That mangy cat? Odd, but not improbable.

“Prefect got into… an accident in potions. They turned into a cat… but we’ve got a cure all ready to go. They’ll be back to normal in no time!” With a slight bow to Leona, Deuce turns to take his leave.

A hand wraps around Deuce’s arm.

“Wait.” A single word. Spoken with all the authority of a king issuing his orders.

As if his feet grew roots, Deuce froze on the spot. That second of hesitation was all Leona needed. Fishing you out of Deuce’s arms, Leona opted to sling you over his shoulders. A purr of joy, before you buried your head into the crook of his neck.

“I’ll come with you. I have my doubts about your.. self proclaimed ‘cure’, Deuce.”

Leona doesn’t want to let you go.

At least, not so soon.

By offering to help, he’ll be able to hold you, even if it’s just for a bit longer.

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ceruleancattail · 10 months

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It's not yandere but,, luring idia out of his room by meowing like the pied piper lmao

Y’know, like Nya

Idia Shroud x reader

The sound of fingers clacking against a keyboard, rapidly clicks. Almost like a machine gun, with unlimited ammunition. Shooting at abandon, cutting down line after line of enemies.

Idia was a seasoned warrior, second to none…that is, whenever he was behind a screen.

Heaving a sigh, you flop onto the couch, casting a longing gaze into his room. The new update must be a lot of fun, considering the racket emitting from his room.

Idia has his hobbies, and you have yours. It was something that you both understood, and respected. By no means would you want to drag him away from his gaming sessions, nor would he drags you away from something you loved.

However, it doesn’t mean you don’t get lonely.

You cast a glance at his room again, before the vague wisps of a plan flow into your mind.

A purr rolls off your tongue.

A slow, gentle sound, echoing around the room. Your voice is low. A sweet, velvety tone, your throat vibrating ever so slightly.

The typing still resumed. Although it slowed down a bit. Idia’s listening.

You meow again, doing your best to stifle your laughter as the typing slows to a halt. His chair creaks, shifting across the floor. Blue flames emerge from the doorway, flickering with every hue.

Holding your hand up, you curl it into a fist. Beckoning towards him, you give him a wink.

“Nyah!”

Immediately after, your cheeks grow warm, red running rampant throughout your face. Quickly, you drop your hand, before averting eye contact.

A flustered squeak, before a pair of hands press into your face. Carefully, they squish your cheeks, fingers trembling like leaves in a storm. Idia’s face is awash with red, the very tips of his hair beaming a cotton candy pink. They flicker with a bit more vigour now, bathing both of you in a gentle, peach hue.

“That… that was so cute.”

Words coming out in a shaky stutter, his lips slipping upwards in a smile. Idia’s arms snake around your waist, holding you in an embrace. He squeezes a little, an affectionate gesture.

His eyes glance up, meeting yours. A pale ember, starlight in the cold of night. Mesmerising, truly. You could look at them forever.

Your shoulders relax, body melting into his embrace. Idia sighs in relief, holding you a little tighter. His chin rests on your shoulder, chest pressed flush against yours.

You could feel every beat of his heart. Thumping against your skin even more rapidly then his typing. It brought you some comfort, at the very least.

At least your heart wasn’t the only one racing.

A breath wafts into your ear. Warm. Warm as his touch. Idia mutters, rather softly into your ear.

A whisper, a plea, meant for you and you alone.

“Could… could you do it again?

Just for me?”

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ceruleancattail · 10 months

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I'm feeling a little awkward for some reason, but I wanna request a sebek fic perhaps maybe?? Maybe like where he or his s/o gets sick? I js love the way you write characters(sebek mostly😼)

Awww, don’t feel awkward~ I’m very nice, y’know?

I’m here

Sebek x reader

It burns. Your entire body aches, the pain spreading across your back like wildfire. Ravaging every inch of your flesh, sinking curved claws deep into your spine.

Your vision blurs, the wooden grains of the roof bending in with each other. They seem to move, shifting infinitely. Blinking, you try to focus your gaze.

A groan, before the blankets rustle. Your fingers meet a patch of fur, soft to the touch. Azure flames burn, their light flickering softly against your sheets.

Chuckling, you stroke him carefully.

Grim insisted on staying by your side. He played it off real casually, insisting that he felt like skipping class today. For all his bluster, Grim can’t really hide the concern in his eyes. He was honest to a fault.

Much like a certain classmate of yours…

A crash made you jump. Fists pounding at your door, each one louder then the last. There was a certain desperation to each knock, begging for an answer.

Planting your elbows into your bed, you managed to pull yourself upright. Blankets wrapped around your shoulders like a shawl, you stumble out of bed. Hands stretching outwards, relying on the walls to stabilise yourself. You hobbled to the front door, still delirious with fever.

A peep through the peephole revealed a mop of pastel green locks, styled back with copious amounts of hair gel. That was enough for you to identify your visitor.

Hands fumbling with the doorknob, you manage to coax the door open, coming face to face with your fellow classmate.

Sebek Zigvolt, in all his glory. He stood tall on your porch, panting softly. His cheeks were tinged red from exertion, eyes darting around your form. Scanning for any injuries, perhaps?

He was trained to be a soldier, after all. These things must be second nature. His mouth was open, about to deliver another of his lectures. Yet once he saw the state you were in, his tongue froze. Sebek stood there, gaping.

Much like a fish, you think hazily. Shoulders slumping, you lean onto the doorframe. It was the only way you could stay upright, at this point.

Not an action unnoticed. Hands find their way onto your arms. Wrapping you in the blanket, Sebek’s arms snake around your body. He heaves you up, cradling you close to his chest. Every heartbeat pounded into your skin. A steady beat that beat in sync with his chest.

Despite yourself, you lean in closer. Pressing your ear against his skin, feeling his pulse quicken under your touch. Unconsciously, your arms find their way around his neck, clinging on.

A grunt from Sebek, before he shakes his head.

“Honestly… to be in such a state. It’s typical of you humans.”

You manage a laugh, before a cough claws its way up your throat. Emerald eyes searching your face, his concern clear as day. His pace hastens, until you’re lowered back onto your bed.

His fingers wrap around your blankets, pulling them up gently. Tucking you in. His foot hooks onto a chair, Sebek drags it over. Taking a seat next to you.

A shaky smile pulling at your lips, you turn to him.

“You know, you don’t have to look after me. I’ll be fine, Sebek. You better go, you don’t want to catch a cold from this weak human,hm?”

Fingers thread through yours. Calloused hands, rough to the touch. The hands of violence and battle. Absentmindedly, your fingers trace over his palm. Rough patches of skin left after years of wielding swords. Years of perseverance, swing after swing.

One look in his eyes, and you could tell.

Sebek wasn’t leaving.

He clutches your hand firmly.

“I’m staying right here.

So… get better soon, okay?”

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ceruleancattail · 10 months

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HELLOOOOOOO SAILOR I SEE YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN💗💗 may I request Leona and Floyd headcanons with gn!reader that has squishy cheeks? Like they have really soft cheeks, though you won’t find out unless you actually touch it or someth(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

Leona and Floyd with an s/o with squishy cheeks

Leona x reader, Floyd x reader

Leona:

You’re sitting by his side, perching over an old log. Bits of bark cling onto your palms, you lean back. Pulling your eyelids shut, listening to the crackle of the flames. The wind howling in the woods, cicadas screeching to each other from tree to tree.

The steady breaths of the guy next to you.

His chest rises and falls, eyes trained on the fire burning before him. A stick was loosely grasped in between his fingers, a white, plump mush-mellow perching on its end. Rolling it about, he heaves a sigh, tail swishing irately.

Leona was never really patient when it came to food, was he? You stifle a laugh, giggling into your sleeve. Unfortunately, his ears perk up. Snarling weakly, Leona snaps his jaws at you playfully.

Turning his body towards you, his elbow nudges your arm. He points towards your own stick, the mush-mellow perched on it burning into a blackened crisp.

“How ‘bout you keep your eyes on your own snack instead of staring at me, herbivore ?”

A sharp yelp, before you fumble about. Desperately trying to salvage your treat. Unfortunately, by the time you yanked it out of the fire, it was nothing more but ink blank ashes, crumbling off your stick.

A hand in the packaging revealed nothing but air. After crinkling the plastic for a few more seconds, you heave a sigh. Guess fate decided you had enough sugar for today.

Heat surges through your lips. A mush-mellow slips into your mouth, melting right on your tongue. Blinking in surprise, you stare quizzically at Leona. A chuckle, before his thumb swipes over your lips, tidying you up.

“What about you?”

Mouth still hot from the treat, you ask him.

“Did you not want the mush-mellow?”

His emerald eyes narrow, the ghost of a dastardly smirk dancing on his lips. His palm cups your cheek, giving it an affectionate squeeze. Leona’s fingers were calloused, rough against your skin.

Yet his touch?

As gentle as the evening breeze, caressing you softly.

A laugh, before Leona’s lips swoop in. A light peck, pressed into your cheek. A little nip as his canines graze over your skin, pressing into your flesh lightly.

Never enough to hurt, but it had your face glowing a crimson red. Tilting his head back, Leona purrs into your ear.

“I’ve got my own personal mush-mellow right here, herbivore.

And they’re softer then anything in this world.”

Floyd:

A squeak, as he hurls himself onto a chair. the cushions were made out of velvet. Plush enough for Floyd to sink into it. Leaning into the backrest, he hems and haws, bouncing slightly on the seat.

Clicking your pen, you stand at attention. A clipboard tucked into your arm, a list of chairs scribbled onto paper. Propping yourself up with your elbows, you nudge Floyd’s jaw lightly.

“Your opinion on this chair, Mr Leech?”

Pursing his lips, Floyd strokes his chin. An exaggerated motion that has you chuckling, despite yourself. Choosing a material for chairs wouldn’t be the first on your list of fun. Yet you’ve been smiling for a good hour.

Floyd just has this uncanny way of raising yo ur mood with just his presence. Even now, you just can’t help but smile whenever his mismatched eyes met yours.

They shine, like sunlight dancing over the ocean. The subtle light flickering, dancing freely with the waves. Rather reflective of Floyd’s personality, if you do say so yourself.

Another squeak. Floyd bounces on the seat, frowning slightly. He shakes his head, before snapping his fingers.

“This ain’t what I want. Next!”

You groan dramatically, before shoving him aside. Plopping down onto the chair, you squeezed yourself right next to Floyd. Holding the clipboard out, you make a show of flipping through the pages.

“We’ve reviewed more then ten chairs at this point. Tell me, good sir, what exactly are you looking for?”

His hand reaches out, seizing your cheek. His thumb rubs it affectionately, giving your cheek a playful squeeze.

“I want it to be as soft as you, shrimpy!”

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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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My goodness, I never met you in rl but your writing make fell really hard for you (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ recently I found out that your request is open, so if you don't mind can I request an angst with happy ending headcanon about the octatrio (separately) who's just get back from their hometown after a holiday and people telling them that their s/o has gone back to their world. Turns out, it was an april fools joke that has been planned by the whole NRC to mess with them, and their s/o was just too busy

Eyo falling for me?

A horrible decision really-

But thank you for requesting!!!! I hope you like this👉👈 I got a little carried away aha

Octavinelle when Reader is Gone….. Not

Azul

There wasn’t a single light to be seen from Ramshackle dorm’s windows. As smudged as they were, Azul has grown rather accustomed to that charming ember glow within. Without them, the dorm seemed desolate.

A knock. A sharp one, knuckles rapping the wood briskly.

Once, twice.

No reply. Not even a little snigger from behind the door. He tried again, calling out your name as he knocks.

Silence is all that greets him. No pitter patter of your footsteps. No arms thrown around his neck.

No you.

Worry starts to pool up within his gut, swirling around like the start of a storm in treacherous seas. It’s fine. There has to be a perfectly logical reason for this. Maybe you went to the hall of mirrors to greet him and you two passed each other. That’s got to be it, right?

A silvery mist, followed by a remarkably deep voice. One of Ramshackle’s more permanent residents, a ghost. He tipped his hat in greeting, showering Azul in a pile of dust. That didn’t really help his nerves.

“Looking for Prefect, Ashengrotto? They’re gone.”

Gone.

His legs started moving. Running around Night Raven college, looking for a sign, any trace of you. Azul knew that you didn’t belong to this world. You weren’t going to be permanent. You were only here because you were forced to be.

He knew one day, you two would part ways.

Azul never thought you would go without a goodbye.

“Where are you going in such a hurry, Azul?”

Oh. It’s you. He never thought he would be so relieved to hear a voice. The weight of the world, melting off his chest. The sea in his gut calming, waves falling back into tranquil waters. The kind of waters that kissed your ankles on the seashore.

Arms around your waist, face all but buried into your chest. It’s you. Your warmth, your skin, that ever so comforting sound of your heart beating. It’s you.

You’re still here. You haven’t left.

Thank goodness.

Floyd

He’s pretty used to letting himself into places. Ramshackle dorm is no exception. Ever since Octavinelle tried to acquire the dorm for their business, the key was in their possession. He just pocketed it. Come on, it’s to see Shrimpy Chan, so that makes it alright.

Pushing open that creaky old door, announcing his arrival with a cheery “Shrimpy! I’m back!” Honestly? An echo wasn’t what he was expecting. Maybe a more enthusiastic greeting? He just came back after so long. He missed you!

Another door is flung open. No one in sight. Not even that little seal that’s constantly biting at your ankles. Now, he’s getting annoyed. All this hiding… he’s not in the mood for seeking.

A flash of white, before a cloud of dust settles on Floyd’s head. A crown of grey. A Ramshackle ghost, clutching his hat in his hands. A seemingly petulant gesture.

Something was wrong.

“Ah, Floyd Leech. Perfect isn’t around anymore.”

He’s out of the door.

Not around? That would have made sense.

Anymore?

That set off warning bells,screaming shrilly in his head, drowning out all rational thought. Lil’ Shrimpy always seemed lost in this world. Wandering around from dorm to dorm, trying to to find their way home. It was cute, watching you scuttle around, a little shrimp swimming around its tank. Bumping into the glass wall, but always coming back. Trying to leave.

He never thought you would really leave.

“Floyd? What’s up?”

Shrimpy! You haven’t left. He knew it. You wouldn’t leave without a goodbye. You weren’t that cruel. Arms around your neck, his torso engulfing most of your body. He presses you closer, grip tightening ever so slightly.

Don’t leave, ok Shrimpy? At the very least,take him with you too.

Jade

The luxuries of knowing where you hide your keys. Now, really Prefect. You’re so very predictable.

A twist of the key, and he’s in. Slipping in quietly,eyes scanning the area. It’s odd for the dorm to be this silent. Grim would usually be yelping about one thing or another.

“Perfect?” He croons. Jade’s voice trails off into silence. My, he just returned back to Night Raven college after such a long break. Aren’t you in the least happy to see him? Goodness knows just how much he missed you. His body aches for you so… so why don’t you just come out?

“Afraid you’re talking to air there, Jade Leech.”

A cloud of dust blown into his face. Jade wrinkled his nose. Ramshackle ghosts and their horrible hygiene.

“Prefect has left.”

For a split second, Jade let his composure fall. Shatter to pieces. His lips pulled into a thin line, his brow knitting together.

Left? Well, Jade was well aware that you weren’t a native in this world. A traveller who came from another. It would only make sense that you would seek to return there.

Why would it be today? Why now, of all times?

And he didn’t even get to say goodbye…

A creak. Ramshackle’s front door, with its rusty hinges.

A voice.

Your voice.

“Oh, Jade? Sorry, I was out.”

Hand reaching towards yours, he clasps it oh so tenderly. Gently, stroking the back of your palm. Pressing it towards his cheek, he sighs in relief. Almost like a big cat, purring in content.

Stay here, prefect. Hold him like this. Jade’s been through the scare of his life.

Now, what are you going to do to make up for it?

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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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hiii I wanted to ask for a scenario or reaction for lilia vanrouge when looks, lilia decides to scare reader (bc we know how much the old man likes to surprise or scare people) but well, when he does, reader gets VERY scared so much that she ends up giving a TREMENDOUS PUNCH IN THE FACE TO LILIA THAT WAS HEARD BY THE ENTIRE SCHOOL XD (she reset lilia's Windows) haha then reader realizes what he did and tries to help him at the same time scolds him for scaring her like that ;3; idk Thank yuu<3

Ohhh! This is a cool idea-

Gods knows how much I want to deck some people in twst *ahem*

I Hope You don’t mind I Made the reader gender neutral.

Lilia JUMPSCARE not clickbait (gone wrong)

Lilia x Reader

With sprawling campus grounds, as well as a variety of facilities available for the students…

The word “big” would not be able to cover the sheer amount of space that was considered part of the school.

Night Raven College was huge.

Halls that seem to go on forever, stairs that curl towards the sky and beyond. Even mirrors that bent time and space to propel students to wherever they needed to go. Navigation was never easy. It took a month for you to be able to find classrooms. Another month to reach those classrooms on time.

Finding one mere student in this empire of a college? Near impossible.

Yet you were never one to turn down a request. Afraid that he would fall asleep in his pursuits, Silver had beseeched you to pass a letter of sorts to his upperclassman , Lilia. Clutched in your hands, you had to remark at its antique qualities. Rolled up into a scroll, stamped with a ebony black seal of wax.

Hello? Technology exists? You did suggest a phone call. However, Silver took that chance to pass out cold on the floor. Last you checked, he was still snoring peacefully in the gardens.

Lucky him.

You’ve searched the main campus, peering in windows for a glimpse of your elusive upperclass man. Running around Night Raven College like a madman, scanning every nook and cranny for tufts of neon pink hair layered with black.

Your search yielded nothing. Not hide, nor hair of Lilia Vanrouge.

At this point, you were hot, weary, and exhausted. Dragging your feet to the mirror hall, you resolved to throw this letter into his room, and be done with it.

“Accursed Upperclassman. A million curses upon his name…”

A tap on your shoulder. You whip around, mouth half open, a retort already on your lips.

No one.

Nerves, perhaps, Diasonmia was not a place for the weak hearted.

Another touch, this time, trailing down the nape of your neck. Cold, nails scrapping at your skin. A warm breath, caressing your earlobe

“Why, hello there, Little one.” A deep voice, partially purring into your ear.

Your shoulders stiffen. You’ve been in this world long enough to know your ranking among the people of this universe. A magic-less prefect.

Prefect prey.

So you’ve picked up a move or two. Spinning around, you launch yourself forward, swinging your fist at your assailant. A sickening crack, as your fist connected with bone.

A grunt, before your assailant crashed onto the floor. A flash of recognition flashed across a pair of red eyes. Staring at your attacker, it finally started to kick in.

The prankster of Diasonmia, himself. Lilia Vanrouge. You just punched the vice-housewarden of Diasonmia. Scrambling to your knees, you grab his face in between your hands. Tilting it slightly to the side, you wince at the bruise swelling on his cheek.

“I’m so sorry Lilia, are you alright?”

Barking out a laugh, Lilia cups your hands in his, holding them in place.

“I’m fine. I was hit with worse, training Sebek and Silver. You do pack a punch though, prefect.”

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as you allow your shoulders to fall. Thank goodness he isn’t… too injured. Lilia’s eyes narrow slightly, his lips curling up in a dastardly smirk.

His hands creep down to your wrists, holding them together. Lilia leans forward, nose brushing against yours.

“However, you did mar my adorable face.”

He presses his cheek against yours for good measure, arms snaking around your shoulders.

“I hope you’re ready for the consequences of your actions, my beloved little prefect.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #lucky potion🔹#lilia Vanrouge #lilia x reader #twst lilia #Lilia Vanrouge x Reader #this was a nice break from the Octavinelle stuff #just a silly old man doing what he does best #terrorising nrc

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ceruleancattail · 11 months

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Jack howl sleeping.... With MC.... Together.... 👉👈

Good Morning

Jack x reader

Gentle breaths.

They waft against your neck. Warm, fleeting touches, caressing your skin softly. A smoothing feeling, really. If you closed your eyes, you could just imagine that they were Jack’s lips.

Pressing into your skin slowly, carefully…

His arms rest on your waist, wrapped around your torso. A comforting weight on your body, embracing your entirety. They were firm, toned from all the training he does day by day. Running a hand down his arm, your fingers rest over his own, clutching them closer to your palm.

His heartbeat pulses into your back. A steady thump, thump, thump. It beats its rhythm into your skin, warmth radiating from his chest. Slowly butt surely, you feel your own heartbeat slow. Each beat matching his.

Two hearts, beating in sync.

Beating as one.

Squeezing his hand, you clutch it tightly. Raising it up towards your chest, holding it close.

A rustle, as Jack’s ears twitch. They brush against you, fur as soft as butter in the sun. Yawning, he buries his head into the crook of your neck. His lips press against your skin, as he nuzzles into you. A light kiss, before Jack pulls away, tail wagging, bouncing on your thigh. It’s soft, each strand brushing against your skin.

Laughing, you turn around. Nose touching his, eyes meeting each other. Reaching out, your fingers find his ear, rubbing it affectionately.

Pink dusts his cheeks, Jack’s lips twitching upwards. A goofy smile, pearly fangs gleaming in the morning light.

“Good morning.”

You greet him. A husky voice, slightly rough from a good night’s rest. Leaning forward, you give him a little peck on his cheek.

Jack blinks wearily, yet his eyes never leave yours. Not even for a second. His arms tighten ever so slightly around your waist.

Pulling you closer, closer to him.

It’s certainly a good morning, love.

Especially with you by his side.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #Jack howl #Jack howl x reader #Jack #Jack x reader #lucky potion🔹

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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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*crawls from the deep down dark* hi hello I see your requests are open. I love your writing and I am obsessed with the butler AU💔 may I request a gn!reader as a butler to the Savannaclaw guys? I hope you have a wonderful day( ˘ ³˘)❤︎

Oh hey, what are you doing under my bed?/j Jokes aside, I love love love your art- Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like it.

The Butler of Savanaclaw

Leona x butler reader

How did the proverb go again?

" Never poke a sleeping Lion's nose."

It's a warning prevalent throughout the tides of time. The wisdom of our ancestors, reminding us not to repeat the mistakes of the past. A beast deep in slumber is not something to be trifled with.

Despite the dire message this sentence brings, the consequence is never mentioned.

What happens next? Somehow, that part was never documented.

A purposeful method of allowing the worst of our imagination to fill the blanks? Or perhaps a censor, to guard against the details too grisly to ever commit to memory.

Either way, it's intriguing.

Almost makes you want to try it yourself, does it not? Even if only to know exactly what happens. No one likes to be kept on a cliffhanger.

Chin resting on your hands, you stare at the male in front of you.

Leona Kingscholar, your master. Although you do feel more of a caretaker at times like this. Really, this man has a king-sized bed that's more than capable of offering a heavenly night's rest. What does he do?

Find some random tree in the courtyard, before dozing away under it.

His head leans back into his arms, using them as a makeshift pillow. A wild mane of brown cascaded down from Leona's scalp . A pair of thin braids ran down both sides of his face, the only order to the chaos that was his hair. You watch Leona's chest rise and fall, snores rumbling out of his throat. His tail swishes, dancing like a ribbon in the wind.

Sometimes, his eyelids twitch, before relaxing once more. His scar wiggles like a little worm when he does that. It's fun to watch. It's silly how something so menacing could look that cute.

Unfortunately, his peace would soon be disturbed. A merchant had requested an audience with him. As Leona's personal butler, it fell to you to shake the Lion out of his slumber.

A sigh, as you dropped to a squat. Rocking on your heels, you peered at Leona, hoping that your presence would be enough to startle him awake. A futile effort. He remained asleep, as soundly as ever.

A horrible, horrible master.

Looks like you'll actually have to poke the sleeping Lion's nose. Reaching out, your fingers hover over the bridge of his nose. A moment of hesitation, before they press into his skin. A light tap.

Nose scrunching up, Leona lets out a grunt. His eyes remained shut tight. You raise your hand towards his eye, resting on the very tip of his scar. His body tenses up, as if preparing for a hit. That scar seems like a sensitive spot for him.

You run your finger down, tracing his scar lightly. Leona's shoulders loosen every so slightly at your touch. His head tilts forward ever so slightly, melting at your touch. You retract your hand, opting for a more vocal approach to your task.

A sudden warmth around your wrist. A hand wraps itself around your wrist, callouses rough against your skin. A glance upwards revealed a pair of emerald eyes. Narrowed, glaring at you, you couldn't help but shudder.

An instinctive reaction to the cold, calculating eyes of an apex predator.

Leona lets out a yawn, razor sharp fangs baring themselves to you. A silent threat on his part. You felt your body stiffen. Fight or flight? Both are rather improbable in this situation. All you could do was freeze.

His lips curl upwards slightly. A smirk, overflowing with the smugness of a victor. Leona laughs, a deep, rich sound.

"Enjoying yourself, herbivore?"

Leona pulls your hand towards him, pressing your palm against the curve of his cheek. Nuzzling into it, never taking his eyes off you. Gauging your reactions, and adjusting his touch accordingly. He brushes his cheek against your palm softly, the loving caress of a feather.

You feel your cheeks grow hot, burning across your face. Leona only chuckles at your plight, amused.

"You were getting pretty handsy when I was sleeping. What's wrong, Butler? Don't get all shy on me now."

Leona pulls your hand down from his face, tilting his head upwards. Your fingers run down his neck, dipping into his collarbones. He drags your hand down, until it’s pressed against his chest. A steady heartbeat, thumping into your flesh.

Leona holds your hand there, eyelids closing once again. You follow suit, in an attempt to calm your pulse. You two sit there, heartbeats melting into each other, flowing together as one.

The ghost of a smile flickers over Leona’s lips. He pulls you closer into him. You find yourself tucked in his arms, chest pressed against his.

“You woke me up, Herbivore. You can’t get out of this.”

Resting his chin on the top of your head, he shuts his eyes once more. Leona’s tail finds itself wrapped around your calf. A purr barely escapes his lips, whispering at you.

“You should have never poked a sleeping lion’s nose, herbivore.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #Leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #butler au #lucky potion🔹#I’m splitting this in three parts againnnnn #cause I’m cool that way

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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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Hey, congrats on the 1k notes :) The butler reader stuff has been really cute, so i was wondering if i could request the Octavinelle boys reacting to the butler wearing a maid outfit? Lol. Maybe they ran out of butler uniforms idk XD Thank you, and I hope you're having a great day :)

Awww thank you anon!

Gender neutral reader (referred to as a butler) in a maid dress

A Change of Attire

おかえりなさいませ、ご主人様

Okaerinasaimase, goshujinsama

Suits and ties.

That’s what you’re used to. Button up shirts, blazers that wrap around your chest nicely, golden cuff links that you polish to a shine diligently every day. The default attire of a butler, formal and dignified.

Not this attire.

Long, sweeping skirts that drag on the ground, catching on stairs, tripping you with every step. Frills that scratch at your neck, a white apron that flutters around with every movement. A prim and proper attire, truly.

Just something you’re not used to. Hopefully, your Master won’t comment too much about it.

Azul

Balancing a stack of documents on one hand was not ideal. Yes, using both your hands would be much more stable, compared to the perilous way the papers were currently balanced on your arm.

Unfortunately, your other hand was busy hoisting your skirt above your knees. The only way to protect yourself from tripping and falling flat on your face.

After a good few minutes of trudging through the winding hallways of Octavinelle, you find yourself in front of that familiar oaken door. Hand closing around the silver doorknob, you pause for a moment.

Your attire wouldn’t pose much of a problem, would it? It was still formal wear, after all.

“Master? I’m coming in.”

You twist the knob, slipping into the room. A brisk pace, before gloved hands free you from your burden.

“Ah, thank you….”

His voice trails off, as the impact of your attire hits him. Azul’s gaze falls onto the ribbon on your collar, lowering to your apron, finally landing onto your skirt.

The papers drop, fluttering as they land onto the ground. You both kneel at once, in an attempt to gather the scattered documents. With the speed you two reacted, there wasn’t much room for accuracy.

Thus, your heads collide, bumping against each other with a dull thud. Falling back onto your rear, you wince, rubbing your bruise. Azul follows suit, wincing from the impact.

Hastily, you lean forward, hands flailing around frantically.

“Master, are you alright?”

Azul waves you off, a faint tint of pink dusted on his cheeks. He adjusts his glasses, before his gaze land on you once more. The pink becomes a deep crimson, spreading across his cheeks.

“Urm… may I be as bold as to… inquire about your attire…”

Now, it was your turn for your cheeks to grow warm. You chuckle nervously, avoiding Azul’s gaze.

“There was… a wardrobe malfunction. This was the only thing available in my size.”

“I see, I see.”

He nods, somewhat absentmindedly. Hands scrambling on the ground, doing something, anything to stop himself gawking at you.

It’s not everyday Azul has the pleasure of seeing you in a dress.

“You… do look enchanting.” A mutter, soft as a feather.

As quiet as his voice was, you heard him. You perk up, looking at him questioningly.

Azul’s head immediately dipped back down, gathering the documents. Doing his best to hide the raging blush burning on his face.

It’s you, after all.

Could he expect anything less?

Floyd

A brisk pace, your footsteps echoing through the mansion. A flustered beat, bouncing off the walls with a certain mockery to them.

Normally, you would stroll through these halls without so much but a whisper. An elegant stride, quick and efficient. Yet with the hem of your skirt catching with every step, it’s hard to maintain your regular speed.

Peering into every room, your frustration mounts with every second. You knew that Floyd Leech generally did whatever he liked. You understood, and endeavoured to serve him anyway you could.

If only he’ll allow you to do so. The man seemed determined to foil you at every step. Floyd never had a habit of reporting on his whims, and that left you rushing around the house, in an over-glorified game of hide and seek.

“Master?” You call out, voice trailing off. Silence greeted you, adding to your frustration. A sigh, before you walk on. You would think someone as huge as Floyd would be harder to hide, but he was rather capable when the mood hits him.

A weight on your waist, fingers closing on either side of it. Raised up by those hands, your feet left the ground, toes dangling in midair. A gleeful laugh, almost childlike rang out, before you’re pulling closer to him.

Your hands rest on his shoulders, holding on for dear life. A pair of half-lidded eyes stare at you, narrowed with amusement. A board grin, revealing rows of pearly white daggers. Your master, Floyd Leech. Carrying you in his arms, holding you high above the ground. His gaze never leaves yours, joy brightening his eyes.

“Lil’ shrimpy has a dress now!”

You had just started to mutter an apology when Floyd tightens his grip around your waist, all but crushing you against his chest. Close enough for your heart to pound against his own, a flurry of heartbeats beating out of your chest.

He starts to swing you, spinning around and around. Skirt flaring up, it ripples around your legs. Almost like a royal’s gown, gliding across the ballroom.

Swinging your arms around Floyd’s neck, you can’t help but laugh. He had that sort of infectious enthusiasm, constantly sweeping you up in whatever whim seizes him.

Not that he can help himself. Shrimpy looks so cute in that dress!

Can’t blame Floyd for squeezing you a little, yeah?

Jade

An elaborately decorated tray of silver. Perching on it, would be a plate of pastries, along with a cup of steaming hot tea. Freshly brewed, with the tea leaves your master favours.

Normally, serving this would have posed no challenge. Laying the tray down with a flourish, with not a single drop of tea spilled. This elegance would be the standard, especially if you’re the one serving.

However, you had a bit of a handicap today. A skirt that seemed content to catch on every single object on the ground, sleeves that squeezed your arms like a boa constrictor, an apron hellbent on irritating your skin…

It’s safe to say, you have no feelings of affection to this maid dress. Or anything of that sort, for that matter. Someone’s idea of a sick joke, perhaps. All your suits were in the wash, and this was the only thing in your size.

Heaving a sigh, the tip of your shoe swung against a door in lieu of a knock. Once, twice.

A faint “Come in” called from within. Permission granted, you let yourself in. Well, not without a struggle, of course. A chuckle, before the tray was lifted from your hands. A pair of mismatched eyes met yours, amusement apparent in them.

Jade Leech, your master.

Well, at least someone was enjoying this. Snatching the tray away from him, you chide him.

“Master, allow me. You shouldn’t burden yourself.”

In one fluid motion, Jade swipes the tray from you, balancing it carefully on a table. He takes a step forward, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. A slight bow, before he offers a gloved hand to you.

“How could I allow such a lovely beauty bear such burdens in my stead? That’s rather improper for a gentleman. ”

“Haha. Very funny, Master.”

A dry reply from your lips. He frowns ever so slightly at your response. Now really, don’t you see what he does? You do look rather appealing.

Sliding forward, Jade snakes an arm around your waist. Taking advantage of your confusion, he seizes your hand. Intertwining his fingers in yours, Jade starts moving. Guiding you across the floor, a gentle waltz.

Do allow him this, hm? It’s not often Jade has the honour of dancing with someone as wonderful as yourself.

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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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Yay! Open requests :D may I request octavinelle, but this time reader is THEIR butler instead? I was thinking of an efficient, eye-brow raising, maybe a lil smidgen joke-snarky butler, who is still caring none-the-less, but! wherever your ideas take you personality-wise, i am totally on board! :)) Thank you for everything you write! It's always a joy to see you on the dash :) hope you're having a good day <33

ANON. ANON. YOU’RE ONTO SOMETHING.

I AM LISTENING.

Holy shit this is good food my goodness-

AND YOU’RE SO SWEET THANK YOU Q W Q I’M GLAD I COULD BRIGHTEN YOUR DAY!

I’ll split this into three parts,because I have to pace myself. I have horrible stamina, especially when writting. Hope you don’t mind!

Octavinelle, with a butler!

Part one:

Azul x Butler reader

General neutral reader, but I use butler to describe their job. (Is there a gender-neutral term for butler/maid? Help-)

There’s something to be said, working for the House of Octavinelle.

You always have a underlying sense of unease, treading through its winding halls. Your feet heavy under you, pressing deep into the carpets. These feelings are rather irrational, especially for a butler.

Your duty is to serve. Anything else is irrelevant.

Although those feelings aren’t that unfounded.

You stop in front of a oaken door. Hand hovering over the silver doorknob, a slight chill running through your palm. A premonition of what was to come?

Nonsense. Sheer nonsense. Your masters may be… unique, but they have never done anything to harm you.

Yet.

Pushing open the door, you keep your head bowed tactfully.

“You called, Master Ashengrotto?”

A chair swivels around, a blur of motion. Light grey pupils peer at you behind a pair of crystal clear lenses. Curls of silver run down the left side of his face, swaying with his every movement. He was wearing a shirt , however, the tie seemed to be loosened for comfort. His blazer was hung behind his chair, casting quite the imposing shadow over the room.

Azul Ashengrotto. Head of the family.

“Ah, you’re here.” He runs a hand through his hair, knocking his glasses askew. You sigh, before reaching for his face, adjusting his frames for him. Fingers reaching for the back of Azul’s ears, pressing the glasses in place.

You pull back, taking your spot at the front of the table once more. A light pink dusted his cheeks. Perhaps from the heat. You’ll have to ventilate this room well later.

“You called, did you not?”

Azul’s hands raise up in a gesture of surrender.

“So I did.”

You straighten your back , tilting your head slightly. Prompting him to spit out whatever he had on his mind. Time was rather precious, both to him and you.

A moment of silence, before you spoke up.

“Might I inquire why you require my presence?”

A laugh, tinged with an underlying melancholy. Bitter, hidden behind a facade of amusement.

“Does there always have to have a problem for me to wish for your presence?”

An raised eyebrow, you stare at him.

“What else would you require me for then?”

Rising from his chair, Azul takes hold of your hands. Clutching them tight, his fingers creep into yours. Intertwining with your gloved fingers, a shockingly intimate gesture.

“Is it so hard to think that I simply miss you, my dear?”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #lucky potion🔹#azul ashengrotto #Azul Ashengrotto x reader #twst Azul #Azul x reader #butler reader #butler au #Azul x butler reader

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Octavinelle with a Butler Reader

Part 2, Floyd x butler reader

This wasn’t your home. It never was.

You’ve been working here for years. Walking through the mansion,slipping through oaken doors, feet sinking into carpets of azure blue. You’ve prowled these halls with your little candle at night. Bestowing light upon every torch in turn.

Yet no amount of time would make you fond of this place. There was always a sense of unease, lingering in the air, lurking in the shadows. Fear, creeping into your spine, freezing your blood cold.

It was why your back was always rigid.

The curt, sharp way you interacted with your masters was your shield. A shell, a thin layer separating you from them.

Although recently, someone’s taken that as a challenge. His fingers creeping around you, pulling at loose pieces. The gaps in your armour.

Loosening them. Not too much, but just enough. Enough space for him to sink his claws deep into you, squeezing you dry for whatever you could give him.

Floyd Leech. One of the masters you answer to.

However, at this moment, it’s a little difficult for you to answer his call. You were certain he did summon you. You heard his voice, a unique drawl that dragged itself towards you.

Yet the man himself was nowhere to be seen.

“Master Leech?” Your voice bounced off the walls, resounding throughout the room, a strange hollow quality to it.

A weight presses into your shoulders. A chill settling around your neck, arms encircling your torso. Sleeves rolled up to a pair of elbows, fingers decorated with rings of silver, gleaming menacingly at you.

“Shrimpy~”

His nickname for you. Not too sure if it was out of affection or mockery. Remarking on your size, perhaps? Not that it meant much, really. Floyd could easily dwarf anyone with his monstrous height.

Leaning over you, you were covered with him. Every single thing around you was so horribly him. That slightly salty scent that lingered on his clothes, the way his rings cut into your skin, his arms around your form…

His grip tightens with every passing second, pressing crescents of red into your arms. They sting, burning red hot. Imprints of his making on your flesh.

“Neee, Shrimpy. I’m so lonely…” he particularly whines into your ear, lips stuck out in a pout. A petulant child.

You don’t struggle. You’ve learnt better then that. Snaking an arm free, You loop it over Floyd’s head. Running your fingers through his hair gently, ruffling it carefully.

“What exactly do you wish for me to do about it, Master Leech?”

A pause. Silence, before he hurries his head into the nape of your neck, rubbing vigorously into it.

“Don’t.” A muffled command.

You frown.

“Don’t… what?”

“Don’t call me Master Leech.”

Arms falling to your waist, he spins you around. Cupping your face with his palms, his eyes gaze into yours. Content glazing his eyes, he pulls you closer once more, taking refuge in your chest this time.

“Call me Floyd, Shrimpy.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #lucky potion🔹#Floyd Leech #Floyd x reader #twst Floyd #Floyd Leech x reader #butler au #butler reader #Floyd x Butler reader #Floyd Leech x Butler reader

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ceruleancattail · 8 months

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See You

Nightfall Silver x reader

You had a first aid box.

It was tucked into a lonely shelf within the Lantern. The one whose doors squeaked on its rusty old hinges, coated with a grey layer of dust. It was almost never used. At the very most, that little box was tugged out for bleeding fingers, careless mishaps with the kitchen knife.

Not wounds littering skin, gaping holes of crimson blooming into ghastly flowers on his shirt. Silver sat slumped over a chair, eyes yanked shut. His breathing was laborious, chest rising and falling. Heaving heavily, his hand clutched the side of his ribs, doing his best to stem the bleeding.

Slamming the first aid kit down, you rush to his side. Carefully, your fingers wrap around his blazer, easing it off his shoulders. Beads of perspiration slip down the nape of his neck, Silver’s skin ghostly cold to the touch. Gently, you reach for his body, wiping off the sweat the best you could. At your touch, Silver’s shoulders relax ever so slightly. Despite all his injuries, he managed to lean into your touch, a sigh of relief slipping off the very tip of his tongue.

Lips slipping up into a smile, Silver gazes at you with that tender, sweet expression of his. The face of someone coming out of a dream, their beloved curled up on the bed beside them. The affectionate sort of gaze one would cast on a lover. Eyebrow raised, you retaliate by jabbing a piece of cotton onto his wound. Wincing, Silver’s lips purse. An attempt not to cry out.

Slowly, you dab every gash in his skin with medicine. The sharp stench stung your eyes, tears welling up in response. You’ll think that it hurt worse for Silver, yet those lips of his were sealed tight. The one indicator you got was the hand gripping the side of the table. If his grip tightened, veins popping up on his bare arm, it hurt. You would let up, then. Hand resting over his, tilting your head until you met his eyes.

Those misty grey eyes of his, swirling around languidly within his pupils.

“Are you alright?” Eyelids fluttering shut, he’ll give you the barest of nods. Patting his arm in appreciation, you would carry on. Taking care to proceed a little more softly, a little more gently.

Once most of the wounds were cleaned, you yanked out bandages. Stretching them with a sharp yank, you wrap them around his chest. Doing your best to tighten it around the injuries, hopefully stemming the bleeding. Silver only watches, a slight pink tinging his skin whenever your fingers so much as graze him.

Fixing it in place, you muttered:

“So, who do I have to thank for your presence here today?”

Silver’s lips curl into a thin line. Musing over his answer, before he speaks.

“A neighbouring group. They ran with their tails in between their legs when Lilia sama showed up, though.”

Shaking your head, you poked the side of his ribs. Silver winced again, reaching over to the tinge of pain.

“They didn’t run fast enough, apparently.”

The only response you got was a noncommittal shrug, Silver’s shoulders rising and falling in a smooth motion. Like the curves of snow white clouds, drifting lazily across the sky.

A pregnant pause passed in between both of you, interrupted only by the screech of bandages tugged free from their prison.

Sighing softly, you pat his shoulder. Before getting up, brushing off your knees. Fingers trailing over his wounds, you tap on some of them.

“Some of these need stitches. Honestly, it would have been easier if you went straight to a hospital.”

Silver tilts his head slightly, staring at you quietly. Carefully weighing his words, rolling them around his mouth, before speaking:

“That’s true… Honestly, I’m not too sure why I came to the Lantern in the first place.”

A laugh, light and breezy. The sound of spring, a joyful sound. Although his chest trembled, the movement agitating his recent injuries. Clutching his sides, Silver shoots you a sheepish smile.

“I guess I just wanted to see you.”

You reach out, seizing a strand of his hair. Giving it a sharp yank, much to Silver’s annoyance.

“More like you wanted free healthcare. The next time isn’t going to be free-of-charge, you hear me?”

Slowly, you cup Silver’s cheeks. Palms pressing into his skin, warmth surging through his skin. You squeeze affectionately, a little gesture to hide how much your fingers shook.

“So please… don’t get injured again, ok?”

A weight pressed into the back of your palm. Silver’s hand resting over your knuckles. Gently, he prises your hand loose. Bringing it up to his lips, kissing it softly. Each one of your knuckles in turn, before Silver dips his head. A slow, passionate kiss on the back of your palm.

A gentleman’s greeting.

A promise of a knight to his Liege.

Silver’s silent “Thank you.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #Nightfall au #nightfall #silver x reader #silver #twst silver #lucky potion🔹

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ceruleancattail · 9 months

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Granted

Malleus x bard reader

(A continuation of Encounter.)

Fingers trailing over your palm, carefully tracing every line. His touch was gentle, carrying the warmth of golden sunshine, alighting on a daisy. You stifle a yawn.

Malleus has been at this for awhile. Rubbing slow circles into your skin with his thumb, his touch lingering on your callouses. Rough patches of skin, hardened from years of playing your instrument.

They scratched at every surface they alighted upon. A husk of skin, protecting the tender flesh lying underneath.

Not the most attractive part of your body, if you do say so yourself.

Fingertips sore and red from plucking strings, crescents of crimson peeking from underneath your nails. They used to sting, with the fury of a thousand wasps. Now, the pain’s dulled itself to a persistent throb, gnawing away at your hand.

It still hurts, but not as much as it used to.

A sigh, Malleus’s breath wafting against your hand. A ticklish sensation. A laugh slips from your lips, before you pull your hand away. Eyes of emerald follow your hand, watching it as it drops onto your lap.

Leaning towards him, you elbow Malleus playfully.

“What’s up with you and my hand? Wanna’ put a ring on that?”

He blinks slowly, as if a raindrop just splattered onto his forehead. Stunned surprise, eyes widening like a cat caught unawares. Another laugh falls from your lips, as you clutch at your trembling sides.

You’ll never get tired of just how expressive Malleus could be. You just can’t see him on a throne, not after your travels with him. Even if you tried, the only image you could conjure up was his smile.

A warm, soothing thing that simply just shone. Not with the sheer power of sunshine, blinding all who witnessed it. Malleus smiled with the serene aura of the moon, the silver light glowing in the pitch black night sky.

His lips moved ever so slightly. Forming words so impossibly soft, that they were blown away by the breeze.

“Perhaps I shall.”

“I beg your pardon?”

You tilt your head a little closer to him, trying to catch even a letter of his words.

Malleus only chuckles, your words a melody to his ears. Goodness, what power you hold. To be able to charm him with your words alone. What a terrifying bard.

“You may have it. I was only wondering about the… stiffness of your hands.”

Stretching your arms out, you held both of your hands aloft, palms facing him. The position was strangely reminiscent of a prayer. You dangle your hands in front of him, wiggling your fingers.

“Years of playing music, Malleus. That’s what it’ll do to your hands. These are the hands of a fighter, my dear prince.”

Reaching for your hands, he squeezes them affectionately. Holding them gingerly within his own, Malleus’ heartbeat tapping lightly into your hands.

“Perhaps, child of man. Perhaps.”

A rustle, as Malleus’ tail snakes forward. A scaly, ebony thing, resting on his lap. He releases your hand, running it down his tail. Scales slip off at his touch, clattering onto the ground. Riffling through the debris, he picks out a particularly small one.

Edges rounded, it’s slightly comical all alone in his hand. Black as the night sky, yet there was a certain twinkle to it that was simply enchanting. As if a star was shattered into fragments and scattered throughout the scale.

It sparkled in the light.

An entire universe, condensed into this one scale.

Malleus places it in your hands, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

“It’s admirable, how hard you have been fighting for your music.”

Lowering his head, Malleus presses a kiss into the very tip of your fingers. A light, fleeting thing. Much like the wings of a butterfly, just barely brushing against your skin.

“The scars of a warrior are not easily earned. A courageous fighter, indeed.”

He gesture to the scale.

“It’s about time someone gave you a sword.”

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The Heart’s Rage

Butler Jade x reader

Your fingers trembled.

Digging them into the walls, plaster cutting deep into your nails. Hands closing around a hilt, squeezing tight. Clad in leather, wrinkled with age. An old sword, framed onto the walls of your mansion.

For too long has it stood upon its lofty perch, staring down at you tantalisingly. The gleam of the metal mocking you, in the gentle morning light. It taunts you, challenging you to grasp its hilt.

Today, you shall.

A metallic stench wafted into your nostrils, stinging like a thousand wasps. The stench of rust, a crimson red along the blade. A metal that once was stainless, now crumpling to dust, bit by bit. Nothing could stand against the gruelling march of time forever, yet you hoped. You dared to hope.

Hoping that this blade had some life to it yet.

Storming down to the courtyard, you fling that insufferable letter down. With a heave, you thread it underfoot, stomping it into disarray. Sword held ready, you swing it down, that blunt blade stabbing through the papers. Absolutely skewering its contents into nothingness.

That flowery prose that sent shivers down your spine. That self assured manner which the sender carried themselves with, the sheer confidence that you would accept their proposal. The audacity of them to make plans for a wedding, without even consulting you.

It disgusted you.

Expletives were uttered as you stabbed, pressing your body weight into every blow. Sword striking again, again, and again. Sweat dripped down your brow, slipping into your eyes.

The salt stung, tears dripping out of your eyes. Emotions burning red hot, searing your veins like molten lava. Everything hurts. Your arms, aching from the exertion. Your back, throbbing away incessantly.

Your heart, slighted and offended. Doomed to be married off to another, without a single thought given to your opinion.

Planting the sword firmly onto the ground, your legs give way. Crashing to the earth, hands still grasping the hilt desperately. Your forehead brushes against the blade, weighed down with despair.

Your lips part, to form a single word. A curse, a plea, just something. Anything to release that stifling pressure pressing down on your chest.

“Fuck.”

Soft. A handkerchief was brushed gently over your forehead, down to your cheeks, before finally wiping your neck. Gathering all the sweat with one fluid motion. A gloved hand cupped your cheek, the linen brushing against your skin. A pair of mismatched eyes peered into yours, brows pressed together in concern.

“Master, you really shouldn’t use such crass words.”

His gaze flickered towards the letter. Or rather, what remained of it. Moving his shoes over the scattered remains, he nudged the pieces in place. A sigh, as fragments form into readable words. A name was all Jade needed, before his feet planted themselves firmly into the paper.

“That family is certainly… determined, are they not?”

You groan, an insufferable sound.

“Determined isn’t the word I’ll use. More like desperate. I’ve shot them down again, and again. Yet they haven’t taken a single hint.”

Jade shrugs. A casual movement that has his shoulders rippling through his suit. Smooth, like the crystal clear waters rushing down a stream.

“Perhaps they were… a little too blinded by your prestige, my dear. Perhaps your wealth was another factor.”

A sharp click fell from your tongue.

“They’ll never have it. They’ll never have me.”

A low chuckle. Jade brings his fist upwards, laughing into his glove.

“How admirable, Master. Yet the longer you remain unwed, more and more… suitors will come crawling out of the woodwork.”

The word suitors was said in a low, menacing voice. Positively dripping with venom. For a moment, a shadow shrouded Jade’s face. A sinister expression one might find in a horror film… on the killer himself.

However, one blink and it was gone. Wiped cleanly off his face like it never existed. Although a deathly chill still ran down your spine, all the same.

“Honestly, Jade. I’m tired of this.”

Leaning back, you plonk yourself on the ground. Arms stretched out behind you, supporting your weight. Dirt and grass presses into the plush of your palms. Silvers of pain stabbing through your skin.

Although, compared to the pain of a sword’s hilt? You prefer these emerald blades of grass instead.

A rustle of cloth, as Jade takes a seat next to you. His slender legs bumping against yours, shoulders just barely grazing your own. Hand sneaking towards yours, Jade threads his fingers through yours. Clutching it firmly.

Not tightly enough to hurt, but not loose enough for you to slip out of his hold.

You shoot him a quizzical gaze, holding up his hand. Jade gently presses his other hand over yours, folding your fingers into the back of his palm.

His touch was cold. The refreshing temperature of a lake in the summer, transparent drops of water twinkling in the sunlight. They lap against your skin, delightfully cool. Unconsciously, your fingers grow just a smidge tighter.

Pulling his palm closer.

Pulling him closer.

Closer to you.

Jade lowers his head, lips pressing into your fingertips. Light, fleeting kisses alighting upon your skin. First, they’re on the very tips of your fingers. Then, he slowly moves up, the plush of his lips resting on each of your knuckles. Before he slips to the back of your palm.

Pressing a gentlemanly kiss into your hand.

His glance flickers up, eyes gleaming in the sunlight. Filled to the brim with adoration, a certain slyness lurking deep within. He holds you ever so gently, a lover’s touch.

“Well, if I may be so bold…”

Moving a little closer, Jade’s voice lowers into a sultry purr. Velvet, wrapping you within his arms. Yanking you closer to him, a mere fish in the clutches of an eel.

Honestly? You don’t really mind.

He could squeeze you to death, if it meant you’ll live the rest of your days in his embrace.

“Perhaps the best way to avoid any more.. suitors would be to.. elope, ourselves.”

His grip grows tighter.

A silent threat?

A promise of passion?

A gesture of affection?

Either way, he’ll never let you say no.

“What do you say, Master?

Would you grant me the honour of your hand?”

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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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Ooo open requests! Id like to request butlers of your choice protecting/taking care of their master from an assassination attempt. Thank you!

Guard Dog

Butler Jack x reader

Desire is a fickle thing, is it not?

It burns from within, forked tongues of flame licking at your heart. Some use the fire to stroke their weapons. Honing their skills, to appease this desires. Using these feelings as a stepping stone, to push themselves further.

Some fall into the flames, utterly consumed. Slaves to their own petty desires.

Today, you have the pleasure of meeting the latter.

A dagger, elaborate designs craved onto its edge. The silver blade gleamed with a grim determination, pressed against your throat. The edge kisses your kiss, a fleeting touch. Not close enough to cut through your skin.

Yet.

Heart thumping in your chest, throwing itself at its rib cage over and over again. As if it sensed the danger, and was trying to escape. Forcing yourself still, you take in a deep breath. An attempt to calm yourself.

Inhale. Feel the air rush into your lungs.

Ignore the blade held on your throat. Do not acknowledge the breaths on the back of your neck. Each burning hot, scalding your skin.

Exhale. Pretend that you’re somewhere else. Anywhere but here.

The pressure of the dagger increased ever so slightly, pressing itself closer to your flesh. Beads of red start to form, slipping down your neck like pearls from a broken necklace. There was something tragically beautiful about them.

Pearls of pain and deceit, pooling at your collarbone.

“What do you want?”

You ask. You didn’t dare to turn around, in the fear that the blade might find a new sheath to nestle. Your neck.

A gruff voice, heavily muffled. It was low, menacing. The sort of voice a battle hardened veteran might have, after seeing wave after wave of horrors.

The voice of someone who’s suffered hardship.

“Your personal seal.”

Ah, for all his crude mannerisms, this robber had some sense. Your personal seal was used to mark all your transactions. Custom made, it’s been personalised by a master craftsman.

It was the only one of its kind.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have it right now.”

The dagger pressed harder. Grey spots blurred your vision, nausea leaping up your throat. You could taste the acidic taste of bile, just threatening to spill over.

“Do not play games with me. Give me the seal, and I won’t hurt you.”

Your eyes began to water, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes. Vision growing hazy, spots of black only growing in number, blocking out most of your sight.

Squeezing them shut, you hear a voice. A familiar one, but never in this tone. A low, gravelly voice, stretched thin by anger.

“Oh, but I will.”

A deafening crash, as the assailant’s weapon was ripped away from him. Yanked to the side, you collapsed onto the ground, legs shaking. Struggling to catch your breath, you glance upwards at your saviour.

A board back, tail of grey pointing straight upwards. Standing at attention. You’ve never seen a more reassuring sight.

Jack Howl, your butler.

With a growl, he rushes forward. Clutching the robber’s shoulders, Jack tosses him onto the ground, arm shoving down on his throat, effortlessly pinning him down. Eyes widening, the man started to splutter his excuses. However, most of it came out as illegible babble. Jack increased the force, choking the man.

“Jack.”

His ears flickered, his eyes still intensely trained on the man, burning with rage.

“Jack.”

You repeated yourself, injecting as much force as you could muster into your voice.

“That’s enough. Don’t kill him.”

He looks at you, lips pursed into a fine line. A moment of consideration, before he gives you a sharp nod. Turning back to the man, Jack grabs him by the scruff of his neck, holding him upwards. Feet barely touching the ground, all the man could do was clutch at Jack’s arm, praying for mercy.

Leaning in, he bares his fangs at the robber, growling.

“Do not ever come near this estate, or my Master, ever again. Do you hear me?”

A shaky nod.

Jack thrusts him forward, shoving him out of the door.

“Get lost.”

His eyes stay trained on the man’s retreating back until he was out of sight. Then, he turned his attention to you. Eyes filled with worry, ears drooping. Jack hands reach for your face, pressing into your cheek. Tilting your face from the left to the right, he does a quick check.

Wincing at the movement, you paw at your neck. A feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. Thankfully, the man didn’t cut anything important, yet the cut still stung, nonetheless.

The rip of fabric cut through the air. Holding a piece of his uniform in his hands, Jack dabbed at your wounds, carefully holding the makeshift bandage in place. His hands were calloused, the roughness tickling your neck. Yet despite that, they were remarkably gentle.

You can’t help but lean into his touch, sighing contentedly.

“You’re a regular guard dog, aren’t you, Jack ?”

Raising your arm, you give Jack an appreciative pat on his arm. He stares at you in disbelief, before shaking his head. A small smile tugs at his lips.

“I’m your guard dog, Master.”

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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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*falling down the chimney* NIGHTFALL….NIGHTFALL AU LEONA IM ON MY KNEES NR AAKASJSOJDKSOCJSODISKCOSN OR OR OR YANDERE JMEAL? DJDJDJFJENFKNFIJN

Nightfall Leona

Leona x reader

You’ll never get used to him.

His lanky build, his silent steps. The way his eyes seem to glare daggers at you, staring straight into your soul. Leona Kingscholar, the big boss of Savanaclaw.

He’s rather well known for his scar. The scar cut across one of his eyes, jagged like lightning flashing across the stormy skies. Sharp like a sword’s slash. If you’re close enough to see it, that’ll be the last thing you’ll ever see.

It wiggles a little when he yawns.

Less like lightning and more like a worm during those times.

It’s hard to see Leona as menacing, when you’ve seen him stumble into your cafe, collapsing on the chairs. He takes up an entire table by himself, his body sprawling over multiple seats.

Leona does take “make yourself comfortable” quite literally. Although it’s hard to say if he pays any mind to your comfort. Twirling a finger in the air, he growls out his orders, chuckling as you fumble around. Leona has a knack of choosing the more difficult items on your menu. Those that require some preparation. Normally? You’ll be ok with that.

Although when you’re on your own, it’s definitely harder. Rushing around the kitchen, darting from one table to another, trying to satisfy Leona’s orders.

He’ll slander up to the doors, leaning into the frame. Eyes burning into your back, you could practically feel the smugness from his smirk.

You swear he does this on purpose. You haven’t managed to prove it yet, unfortunately.

When you’re finally done with whatever he’s ordered, Leona’s lounging on his seat. Acting like a king on his throne, he’ll beckon you closer. Curling a finger under your chin, running it down your face. Tilting your face upwards, forcing your eyes to meet his.

A ghost of a smirk plays on his lips, curled upwards in amusement. His eyes narrow, a predatory gaze.

My my, you certainly know how to keep him waiting.

You’re lucky he’s so fond of you, herbivore.

Staring you down, he’ll lean into you, lapping at your neck. Pressing a kiss into the base of your neck, fangs nipping your skin. You’ll be left with a bruise there for awhile.

A marking of sorts, on full display.

Branding you as his.

All his.

Leona’s rather fond of you, after all.

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