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alieinthemorning · 3 months

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Lilia meeting his lover who he thought was dead from the war because they left and never contacted him, but he saw them at the sorting ceremony to go to Diasomnia? Angst, but then fluff afterwards.

Can be anything u wan <3 I love how u write sm!!

For Everything and Nothing at All [Lilia Vanrogue]

Content: Established Relationship, Reader is of Fae Descent, Original Female Characters of Color, Angst, Hurt no Comfort

Pronouns: None

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You were left behind. After the war, you searched and searched and searched, and yet he was nowhere to be found. And still you searched for him. Until finally you could search no more. You had to accept that your beloved had moved on before you—without you.

You would have descended into madness if not for the black invitation that found its way to you. With no reason to continue with something fruitless, you moved on. Improving yourself to make up for the lost time spent on him. So, when the carriage came for you, you dawned the ceremonial robes, entered the Gate, and descend into your rebirth.

“The nature of your soul is…Ignihyde.”

You felt neither upset nor elated. You simply returned to your seat, and waited for when your Dorm Leader escorted you back to your dorm. However, right as the ceremony was brought to an end, one final student made their appearance.

“…Maeda Yuuna.”

“The nature of your soul is…unclear to me.”

Then all hell broke loose. The creature in Headmage’s arms broke free from his grasp at the sudden revelation of a magicless student, claiming that it would take her place, but when he was refused, he retaliated. He turned his blue flames upon any and all that it would reach.

And just as quickly as it had begun, it ended.

“The verdict will come afterwards. Head they sentence. Off With Your Head.”

But then, and only for you, did it ramp up again.

“Ah. Just as I'd expected.” You froze, every hair on your body standing on end. “I figured I'd come down and see for myself whether Malleus had made an appearance. But once again, he was evidently not informed that his presence was required at an official ceremony.”

It was him.

The one you had been searching for.

The one who had left you behind.

He heard you—felt you.

And he did nothing.

You felt your Aether begin to unravel from you, moving toward him. You snatched it back up, and locked it away.

Leaving it to fester while you lied in wake.

And then it was October, a whole month had passed, and you hadn’t had any contact with him.

“Understood. Stay strong until I return!”

And it seemed like it would continue to be that way.

“Grrrrraaaaawwwwwrrrrr!”

“Why does this keep happening to us? This is soooo not my hashtag brand!” Cater whined with a grimace.

Until a chance presented itself.

“If you’re afraid, feel free to run.” Riddle brandished his staff.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll be retreating.” You spoke up, taking a step away from the group. “Good luck, everyone.”

You didn’t look back to see their shocked passes. You’d come up with a better excuse later. For now, you had something more important than some child’s tantrum.

You traced his Aether, finding him in the Diasomnia dormitory instead of the main building to find the staff like he said.

You barged into his room, not bothering for the proper etiquette. “You’re a coward.”

His back was facing you, and he didn’t turn when you called him that. He simply continued to fumble with something in his hands.

“I am.”

“You left without a trace.”

“I did.”

“Without me.”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Your voice raised, Aether flaring out. You felt his against yours, instinctually reaching out, but you swatted it away. “You left me alone for so long! And nothing! And you can barely say anything to me! Did any of that—our vows—mean anything to you? Anything at all?!” You grabbed his shoulder, roughly turning him to face you.

“Of course it did!” He was telling the truth, the taste of his Aether flooded your senses. You knew he was telling the truth, but…

“Then…why couldn’t I come with you…?” You crumpled into him, finally releasing all 485 years of…everything.

He followed you to the floor, and held you close. “I’m sorry. For everything, I am.”

“Then explain.” You felt the weight of him, physical and magical, on you. As if that story had been wearing down his shoulders for centuries now.

However, right as he opened his mouth, three sharp knocks at his door interrupted him.

“Father, I—” It was a silver haired human boy with periwinkle eyes. “Oh, it’s you.”

You tilted your head. “And who am I, child?”

“You are Father’s partner.”

You felt his fear, your rage, an ice-cold feeling, then—

Nothing.

“Oh.” You pulled yourself from him, and stood. “So, he’s told you about me, hm?”

The child’s brows furrowed, but he nodded.

“Tell me, in these stories, did you ever get the feeling of if I was dead or alive?”

The child paused, thinking back to whatever tales were spun for him.

“Alive.”

“Splendid.” You smiled, turning to face him. “Then please—” You slipped off your ring, and dropped it into his lap.

“Consider me dead.”

I'll be 100, I came up with the plot of this while in the shower, and completely forgot what the request said, so that's why it's kinda sorta backwards premise wise. As for the fluff...the story wanted to be written this way. Don't worry, the ending hurt me too, I actually had to pause and before writing it because I knew it would be really mean.

And yeah, thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoyed!

And everyone please be excited about the 750 follower event (whenever it comes out, I am so unprepared y'all the influx of followers recently has been INSANE! Thank y'all so much)!

Oh also! Aether! Yeah, I randomly had the idea to have like different branches of magic, so Fae Magic is called Aether, and there's also Mer Magic, Thera Magic, Human Magic, Beast Magic, and whatever else my head can think of.

Oh oh! Shout out to my girl, Maeda Yuuna! Catch her in her own works.

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twisted-in-underland · 4 months

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“You’ve never had a friend like me? Hehehe, I seem to get that a lot!”

Unique Magic:

Friend Like Me: By entrusting their lamp to another person - or “master” - Maram is able to access near cosmic powers. The spells must be made in the style of a wish by the “master” that Maram then fulfills. Due to the strength of the magic, Maram can only fulfil three “wishes” before to much blot is accumulated.

Info template belongs to @unfinished-projects-galore!

Side note: Maram is not a student at NRC or RSA, I’m just using the Scarabia template because it fits the aesthetic of the character in general 👍🏻

Other info: Concept sketch & information

[image updated due to unnoticed spelling errors]

(More info under the cut)

I know I said I was going to work on Yuri and Roma’s sprites…but Maram has been on my mind and I needed to get them in colour 🫣

For those who are new, Maram Grant is twisted from Genie from Aladdin and takes inspo from both animated and live action versions! I mention someone named “Ali” later on (like once lol), that’s my TWST!Aladdin; his full name is Amir Ali but he often goes by just “Ali” or “Al”.

Much of Maram’s basic info is available in the concept sketch post linked above, so I’m going to try to just clear up a few other things I’ve thought of.

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Maram doesn’t attend traditional mage schools like NRC or RSA. I’m really leaning towards the idea that genies have their own schooling system. This is primarily because they use their lamps in place of mage stones. I imagine young genies start learning to control their magic early on through their parents (so they can attend elementary/middle school with other kids) and go through more structured learning in high school.

Genies primarily live in small communities like towns or villages similar to humans. Some communities are more nomadic than others and enjoy traveling around the Scalding Sands. The bulk of genie communities are located in the Scalding Sands, but there are some scattered communities in other areas of Twisted Wonderland. Maram claims her uncle lives somewhere in the Sunset Savannah, and that they have a friend who goes back to the Shaftlands when school is closed for breaks.

The big thing I wanted to touch on is that “Friend Like Me” isn’t technically a unique magic like what we’ve seen in game. This particular power is something all genies have access too, but because Maram is friends with a number of mages (i.e. Kalim, Jamil, and Ali) they decided to give the ability its own name. It’s just a little bit of Maram’s fun loving nature poking through.

Aside from the obvious risk of overblot when casting such powerful spells, there’s a lot of trust that goes into casting these spells. I mentioned in the concept post that to genies their lamps are everything to them; it’s how they monitor and recover from blot and they can act like little homes for the genies if they want. The big thing is that each genie revives a lamp and pair of bracelets when they’re young and is special to the individual. Genies can’t enter the lamps of another genie unless they’re given permission which is rare. The bracelets can be replaced if necessary as they’re closer to the concept of magical pens. The lamps, however, are nearly impossible to replace if lost or broken. Given the fact that the lamp has to be given to another person, there has to be a lot of trust between both parties.

Likewise, the genie has to be sure that the person they are entrusting their lamp too isn’t going to make any stupid “wishes”. This includes things that the genie could conjure up easily, without the need to access such powerful magic. The risk of overblot is not worth conjuring up money, food, clothes, etc. which they could normally do with ease

Ngl between Kalim and Jamil, Maram trusts Jamil with their lamp much more than Kalim. As much as they love Kalim’s friendship, Maram feels like Kalim would make an impulsive request out of excitement 😅

And just a silly little fact about Maram, they really like the colour blue and enjoy big Ol’ pants like jupe-culotte/harem pants.

And that’s all I wanted to clarify! Like always feel free to ask any questions, I’ll try to answer as best I can with what I have already figured out!

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midnxght-sweet-time · 2 months

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🗝️ . . . ⇢ [ Nᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ]

── ° ◢ “ 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒆? ” ◣

❝ ☕︎ , 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒐 ~ ⌫

♪ . 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 ✒ fic writer 」 artist 」 tea host 」 yandere fanatic 」 18+ writer/artist 」 Susbedo/Fakebedo's guinea pig 」 Ningguang's handmaiden 」 Riddle's tart 」 Azul anti-lover 」 Jamil apologist 」 Im willing to make friends so don't be afraid to approach me 」 I do not take requests usually unless its for a mutual 」

✦. 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ✒ a lot of Twisted Wonderland 」 some Valorant 」 very little now— but still Genshin Impact 」 in memory of Identity V 」

【 🂱 . . . ‣ “ 𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 ? ” 】

▼

✉︎ . 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧! — Open to thrists, asks and interractions.

⌲ 𝐔𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞́𝐞𝐬!

♤ [Fic] ♡ [Art]

⁞ ♤ Prince Ali of Ababwa (Jamil x Reader)

⁞ ♡ Rido-Aceduece shenanigians

⁞ ♡ Creepypasta ? Malleus

⋮ 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐩 ⋮

⌵

‣ Banquet Hall — Masterlist」 //OPENING SOON

‣ Grand Hall — Art Gallery」 //OPENING SOON

‣ Secret Gallery — Twst Nuis Collection」 //OPENING SOON

‣ Wine Cellar — Writing Commissions」 //LOCKED

‣ Garden Courtyard — Art Commissions」 //LOCKED

‣ Lounge — Kofi」

‣ Library — AO3」 //LOCKED

‣ Checklist — Tag system」

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 years

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Good Afternoon Dear Raven, Might I request a scenario where Chenya is messing with a male Mc cause he reminds him of the Alice at RSA? Thank you ~ ♣️

The “Alice at RSA” referred to in the following imagine is Alistair, my personal interpretation of TWST Alice. If you want to learn more about him, check out this post~

Imagine this...

“...Fuck.”

You swear that taking a left turn would have led you to the exit. Instead, you seem to have wandered even deeper into Heartslabyul’s infamous garden maze, tall hedges stretched out before you. The sky is deepening into red--as red as the roses that litter the trees.

It looks as though Grim will be having a late dinner tonight--if you can even manage to find your way back to Ramshackle, that is.

You swallow hard and veer right this time, only to run into another dead end. Another wrong turn. With a frustrated frown, you spin around and storm back to where the path branched.

Maybe it you retrace your steps...wait! But did you take the bend or the zigzag path first? You cannot recall--and you only struggle to cram together the scattered pieces of the puzzle.

You sigh, the last of your patience spent. Casting away your remaining pride, you cup your hands around your mouth.

“Riddle-saaaan! Trey, Cater, Ace or Deuce! Anyone?! Please help me!” you call out. Desperately.

A moment of silence.

Then...a rustle.

“I-Is someone there?!” you demand. “Sh-Show yourself!”

“Oh-kaaay,” a familiar voice purrs.

A floating face appears in the branch of a large tree hanging above--wild violet hair, bright eyes, and cat-like, mirthful features. A pair of cat ears twitch in the warm evening.

“...Chenya? What are you doing at NRC? Shouldn’t you be at--you know what, never mind! I don’t care why you’re here,” you mutter, shaking your head. “Think you can help me?”

The cat bobbles midair--or so it seems. The rest of his body is concealed with magic. “Mmm, I was just takin’ a nice little cat nap.” He tilts his head. “Whatcha need help with?”

“What does it look like I need help with? I want to get out of this maze.” You gesture to your pockets, which are lined with mushrooms. “I just collected some things for an Alchemy assignment, but I got lost on my way home.”

“Eeeeh? Should I? Or should I not? Help, that is~” Chenya wonders out loud, grinning down at you. His body flickers into view, revealing that he is lounging on his stomach, resting his face in his hands, tail sailing in the air.

“Please. Pretty, pretty please with cat nip on top,” you plead.

“Nyahahah~ How cute, how cute~” Chenya smirks and props himself up on his bum, legs hanging off from the branch and swinging in the air. “Know what? You’re just like Ali-chan!”

“Who is that?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow.

“Ali-chan is Ali-chan!” he replies matter-of-factly. “Short for Alistair. He’s my dorm leader back at Royal Sword Academy. Kinda an airhead that always gets himself lost, just like you~”

“...Did you just call me an airhead?”

“What do you suppose having a head full of air is like?” Chenya says, tapping at his temples. “So empty, and no thoughts to weigh it down! But at the very least, you’d be able to drift off into space to see the sun and the stars~”

He’s off on another tangent, you realize. “You’re not really helping.”

“Did I ever say that I’d help?” Chenya counters, his smile widening. Becoming almost maddening to look at.

“No,” you confess, brows pinching together. “Are you going to? I need to go and feed my...tanuki.”

“Hmm.” Chenya twists his arms, pointing in opposite directions. “The exit, is it left or right? Here or there? Near or far? We might never know!”

“You’re...You’re just confusing me even more!”

“Some go this way. Some go that way.” Chenya untangles his limbs. “But as for me, I prefer the short cut.”

“Where is the short cut, then? Like, which way would Riddle take to get out the maze if he had to?”

He blinks at you. “All ways are the queen’s ways. He’ll always end up back on the right road! But it’s quite alright, because there’s still looooads of fun to be had.”

“Stop dodging the question, I’m about to lose my damn mind.”

“Going mad already?” Chenya teases, wagging a finger. “Most everyone’s mad here. And you’ve even noticed that I’m not entirely here myself~”

His body is fading away again, leaving only his head visible. The cat snickers to himself, proud of his joke. You, on the other hand, are slightly panicking.

“W-Wait! Don’t go! D-Don’t leave me here!”

Chenya glances down at you. “I won’t.”

Suddenly, he pounces, his floating head landing with the thud of his invisible body beside you. An unseen hand grabs yours. Chenya beams and eagerly tugs you along.

“Wh-What are you...”

“Nyahaha~ It’s always my job to lead Ali-chan back to the dorm when he gets lost.” Chenya brings a finger to his lips, his yellow eyes twinkling and creasing with delight. “Just for today, you’ll be my Ali-chan, and I’ll be your guide, your Cheshire Cat.”

And so.

You allow him to navigate the maze and lead you through wonderland.

All the way home.

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alieinthemorning · 2 months

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Wish on Us [Ace Trappola | Nijiue Yuuta]

Content: First-Meeting, Nightmares, Falling In Love, Literal Sleeping Together, Love Confessions, OC-Insert

Pairing: Ace Trappola/ Nijiue Yuuta

Note: Under the cut due to 3,000+ word count

Header: @/lolitsleia

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It was almost midnight, and Nijiue Yuuta was still awake. He and sleep just had a very complicated relationship. Whether it be staying asleep, falling asleep, sleeping during the middle of the day or simply not sleeping at all. So, most of the time, he spent his time curled up on the seat of his room’s bay window, mindlessly scrolling on his phone until his eyes hurt, and he absolutely had to get to bed.

Tonight was different, however. Tonight, a bright orange-red glow forced him to remove his gaze from his dim phone screen to the dark sky above.

"What is that...?" He whispered to himself as he watched a red line shoot through the sky. "A shooting star...or maybe a meteorite?" He hummed, watching as it slowly crossed the sky.

Then a childish thought came to him.

He closed his eyes, clasping his hands in front of him. "Starlight, star bright"

What would he wish for? "First star I see tonight."

Maybe a better sleep schedule? "I wish I may, I wish I might."

Nah, he could do that himself, just really needed to put his mind to it. "Have this wish"

Oh! That's it! You'd wish for— "I wish tonight."

"What's the wish? I ain't got all day." Yuuta jolted, checking his phone, frowning when he found that it had died.

So what had made that noise—"Look at me." Something hot grabbed his cheeks, yanking his face to the side. "Now, answer my question: What's your wish?"

His eyes widened as he took in the stranger.

They had orange-red hair, red eyes and a gold star painted (or was it like a birthmark?) over their left eye. Yuuta tried to get a peak at their clothing, but they pulled him closer.

They sighed. "I get it—A guy like me is so handsome that you can't fathom it, but you can't be so stuck that you can't answer a simple question."

Yuuta shoved himself out of his grasp, hitting the back of his head on the window (ouch). “What are you?”

He gave you a look. "What does that matter? Just tell me your wish, so I can go."

Yuuta blinked. "What wish?"

"The wish that you were just about to make? The connection got cut off, so I had to come here."

“You were the shooting star?” Yuuta raised a brow. He would chalk this all up to sleep-deprived hallucinations, but he could still feel the heat from where his fingers grasped his cheeks.

"Wishing Star, but yeah, whatever."

"Okay, Mr. Wishing Star—"

His face scrunched up. "Ew, no. Call me Acedia."

Yuuta rolled his eyes. "Okay, Acedia, are you trying to tell me, without so many words, that you are a Wishing Star, specifically the one I just wished on, but something happened while I was making my wish and that's why you're here—to get my wish?"

Acedia nodded. "Hit the nail on the head. Now tell—"

"I forgot." Yuuta stood, heading back to his bedroom.

Acedia blinked at Yuuta, and Yuuta blinked back.

"I'm sorry—what?"

"I forgot the wish."

"You have got to be fucking shitting me." Acedia dropped his head into his hands, turning his back to him.

Now that he didn’t have that bright-ass red gaze piercing through him, Yuuta could take a better look at his outfit. It wasn’t anything too special, though. Purple robes with a golden star pattern, and very sparkly.

A frown tugged at his lips, "Is me forgetting really a problem? Can't you just move on to the next wish?"

"I would if I could." Acedia sighed deeply, facing him. "But I accepted your wish, and until I fulfill it, I can't move on."

"Oh...well that sucks."

"Yeah, it's really fucking bad, actually" And then his body changed, morphing into a ball of red light that shot pass him, phasing though his window and out of sight. Yuuta crossed his arms, annoyed. "It can't be that bad..."

Yuuta didn’t see Acedia much after that. Only every so often when he would pester him about the wish. At first, he was just gonna tell him whatever to get him out of his hair, but then he realized that, despite how dumb this was, this was potentially a once-in-lifetime thing, so the wish shouldn’t be wasted.

So, in the end, he just resolved to ignore him. Which honestly worked against him since he went from simply appearing at random to deciding that sitting on his couch with the fattest fucking frown, and complaining about wanting to go home was the best way to guilt (see: annoy) him into giving in. He did, however, still disappear during the night (not like he was impeding his sleep anyway).

Yuuta didn't budge, much to Acedia’s chagrin.

And then it was Monday, and everything changed (for the annoying).

"Where are you going?" Acedia asked as he watched him shuffle from the kitchen to the front door.

He pursed his lips. He didn’t think he’d make a big deal out of this.

"I'm going to work." He replied as he threw his scarf around his neck.

"Oh, so you can go to work, but I'm stuck here." Yuuta heard him get up, ready to crowd him out the door.

He rolled his eyes, turning to face him. "Yes, I can't exactly have a bright red—"

His eyes widened, as he, once again, took in his (new and improved) appearance.

Instead of that fiery orange-red hair, it was now a muted light brown, as well as his eyes. The golden star had now become a cluster of freckles in the same pattern. His clothing was still the same, however.

Yuuta gave him a flat look. “You’re not coming with me looking like that.”

“Come on, I’m tired of being cooped up in here, let me just walk around or something.” Acedia sounded like he was pleading, but the way his body was still very close to his (despite him being shorter), said otherwise. “‘sides, it’s not like I’ll get cold or anything. I run hot.”

Yuuta gave him a flat look before rolling his eyes. “You’re also not human, but—fuck it, fine—just don’t bother me. I get off at three, so you better be outside waiting for me.”

“Why do I have to wait?”

Yuuta sighed roughly as he slipped on his shoes. “Because my neighbors will freak if they hear someone in here while I’m supposed to be gone. Then they’re gonna be nosy, and I really don’t want to deal with that.”

“Fineeee.”

Work was nothing to write home about, Yuuta did what he was supposed to do, and only cared a miniscule amount about what Acedia was doing (if he got into trouble, he didn’t know him). When he finished locking up (it was a small store, two people could run it just fine), he found Acedia leaning against the wall.

“Finally.” Acedia sighed as he pushed off the wall approaching him. “That took way longer than what you said.”

“It only took ten minutes to close. Chill out.” Yuuta rolled his eyes as he started down the street.

Acedia was quick to join his side. “This isn’t the way to your place—where are ya going?”

“Store. I don’t feel like cooking.”

“You can cook?” Acedia eyed him warily. “You sure don’t look it.”

“Shut the fuck up. You talk like you’re gonna be the one eating it.”

Yuuta really wanted it to be an in and out trip, grab a sandwich, chips, and a drink, and get out. Unfortunately for him, however,

“Who’s this with you, Yuuta?” Mrs. Sakamoto, resident gossipmonger, asked as he walked toward the check-out area.

There was another cashier available, but she had already called out for him. Sure, he could ignore her, and just go to the other person. Yeah, he’d be a dick (not that he cared), but he really didn’t feel like hearing people whisper about whatever nonsense she’d cook up from this interaction (or lack thereof).

“This is my friend, Ace.” He replied, not missing a beat. He knew if he hesitated, she’d be onto him in a heartbeat.

“Oh, your friend.” She quickly slid his items across the scanner, “Twelve thirty-eight.”

He grumbled under his breath, pulling out his wallet. Shit was getting more expensive by the week, he fucking swore.

“So, Ace, I haven’t seen you around here before. How are you adjusting?”

Acedia raised a brow at her, most likely surprised that she bothered speaking to him. “I’m just passing through.”

“Oh?” She took the money from Yuuta, “I presume you’re staying with Yuuta then?”

Acedia shrugged, and her eyes narrowed. Yuuta could feel a headache coming on as he ushered Ace out the store.

“What was her deal?” Acedia asked as they were comfortably away from the store (and Mrs. Sakamoto).

“She’s homophobic, don’t worry about it.”

Ace scoffed, a frown settling on his lips. “I thought people like that would be little to none by this point.”

“There’s always gonna be people who hate people.” Yuuta couldn’t even sound bitter if he tried. He was just…tired.

So very tired.

Acedia usually fucked off at night, went to explore the area, and mingle with whatever other Wishing Star was in the area. When he returned to Yuuta’s place, he was usually holed up in his room, doing Lumine knows what. However, tonight was different. When he returned, the first thing he noticed was the silence. There was also some kind of noise coming from Yuuta’s room, whether that be from his TV or phone, or his talking to himself (since he clearly didn’t have friends). The silence unnerved Acedia, but it was really his business, so instead of prying he just settled in.

Until the noise returned. First it was small, quiet little whimpers, then it built crescendo into strangled screams. So, even if he wanted to be a dick and ignore it, he couldn’t. Acedia didn’t like intruding on Dreamers spaces (that’s why he stayed out most of the day), but he also didn’t want to be a dick by not doing anything.

So, he steeled himself as he approached Yuuta’s bedroom door. Just as his fingers grazed the knob, a loud scream cut through the garbled fear.

“Stop!”

He threw caution to the wind, throwing the door open.

However, he wasn’t prepared for the sight before him.

Yuuta was sprawled out on his bed, sheets haphazardly on his body, the bed, and the floor. He was sweating and clawing at his shirt, as if he were trying to rip his heart from his chest.

And he just kept shouting, “Stop, stop, stop.”

Acedia froze. He didn’t know what to do, should he intervene, or should he just let him weather the storm on his own. The crossing thoughts only lasted for a few moments, though, because streaks of red that crossed his vision pushed him into motion. He rushed for Yuuta, not caring about intruding or getting harmed in the process.

He had to protect his Dreamer.

So, he reverted to his Steller form, and entered Yuuta’s dream.

Usually, when a Wishing Star entered a dream, they were deposited right into it. Whether that be a sweet dream, nightmare, or nothing. But what he dropped into was entirely new.

Yuuta was sitting in black, not darkness, but pure void. Knees up to his chest, curled into himself. He was so still, so quiet.

So very quiet.

He couldn’t even hear his footsteps as he approached, as if the surrounding void was even stealing the sound. He reached a hand out, hesitating for a moment, before grazing against his bare, scared arm (how hadn’t he noticed all those before?). However, a sharp power pushed him back, and just like that, Yuuta’s body unfurled, back slamming onto the flat surface below him.

And he screamed,

and screamed

and screamed.

He was still screaming even after Acedia was forcefully ejected from the dream. And into Yuuta hovering over him, face pinched in disgust.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

Acedia just blinked at him, still too far away to properly respond.

Yuuta sighed roughly, turning away. “You know what? I don’t care, just don’t bother me again. I’m exhausted.” And he buried himself underneath the covers.

Acedia laid there for a while, until his eyes were forced open from the harsh light that attacked his lids. He attempted to move his arm to block it, but found it stuck. Rolling over, and squinting, he found—

Yuuta’s face, a hair's breadth from his own. His face exploded.

Literally.

As Acedia launched himself from the bed, Yuuta lurched backward.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” He was clutching the side of his face, despite there being nothing there.

But Acedia didn’t stay long enough to explain to him that it was just his body heating up, and despite how his hair looked like it was on fire, it most certainly wasn’t. Instead of explaining all of that, he bolted outside, and didn’t turn up until the dead of night.

This lasted a far longer than Acedia wanted to admit, but he got over it.

Eventually.

Snow melted away, making way for blooms.

Yuuta thought that today would be a good day to go outside and paint.

And so did everyone else, not to paint necessarily, but everyone and their mother was in the park today.

Yuuta sighed, as his eyes scanned the place. “I’d really rather not work in such a crowded area.”

Ace hummed, then nudged him. “Follow me, I know a place.”

Yuuta snorted. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I used to come here a lot.” Ace grabbed his sleeve, tugging him along. “So, I know of a more secluded area that I think you’ll like.”

And he was right, the place was far away from the others, hidden by a large group of trees, but beyond them was a small meadow of wildflowers of all different colors. However, despite the beautiful scenery in front of him. He couldn’t seem to focus on it. Instead, his paintbrush wandered along the canvas.

Until Ace’s beautiful brown eyes were staring back at him as he stood in the middle of the flowers, a crown of them atop his head.

He looked like a fairy.

Blooms withered away as heat waved over them.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me, you fucking sun.” Yuuta kicked Ace, who was trying to slink closer to him, away.

“Ugh, this is no fair.” He groaned as he flopped back.

“Turn off the heat, and maybe I’ll let you hold me hand.”

“Your hand? Really that’s it?” Ace pouted, “I wanna hold you.”

Yuuta could keep the blood from pounding against his already flushed cheeks. How could he say something like that when he could barely handle hand holding before?

He paused.

Six months have passed since they’ve met, less since…this began.

Where did the time go…?

Fog rolled in as showers poured.

Fall was a quiet time, a time of mourning.

Although Ace did not know what it was they were grieving over. He stood by Yuuta’s side regardless.

And water crystallized into unique flakes.

It had been a year since Acedia had descended upon Earth to bless Yuuta with a wish. A wish he had yet to grant. However, neither of them were complaining. And how could they when they melded together so seamlessly.

Acedia now answered to Ace. He took the form of the boyish brown hair and eyes, and clusters of freckles around his left eye. He had his own normal clothes (that rested beside Yuuta’s), and—

“I’m glad you still run like a furnace, even in this form.” Yuuta said as he pushed himself further into his chest.

Despite sleeping in the same bed for a while at this point, Ace still wasn’t completely used to the unrestrained physical contact (especially with how they started out). So, he kept his head tilted up and away from Yuuta’s view, so that he wouldn’t see the flush pulsing against his cheeks.

“Y-yeah…”

He felt Yuuta’s chuckle rumble in his chest.

“I know you’re blushing.”

“That doesn’t mean you gotta point it out.”

“You should be glad I’m too comfortable to look at you and make you really turn red.”

“Shaddup and go to sleep.”

They’d found routine in their life.

Until something came tearing across the sky, destroying that fairy tale life.

Ace didn’t sleep, there was no need. So when he and Yuuta turned in for the night, he simply laid there as he rested his eyes, content with listening to his soft snores, as well as fending off whatever nightmares plagued him (which were thankfully becoming more far and few).

However, as the bright red light grew brighter and brighter, Ace knew his days of playing pretend were as good as over. So, he quietly slipped free from Yuuta’s embrace, and headed into the living room.

Where his superior, Riddleaum, awaited him, burning a hole into the rug with the impatient tapping of his foot.

“You’re as red as ever.” Smooth, Ace.

“You’ve got a lot of never to even speak to me, Acedia.” Riddleuam began as he marched closer. Despite their height difference, he still was able to easily dominate the room. “It has been over a year since you were assigned, why hasn’t the wish been granted yet?”

Ace’s gaze slid away, “He forgot his wish.”

“He may have forgotten then, but that does not mean that he should still be wishless!” He scoffed, eyeing Acedia with disdain. “I’m sure you’ve just used this time to slack off.”

Ace’s eyes widened as he summoned his scepter, while Riddleaum’s frown turned into a smirk.

“I’m sure you know what this means.” He pointed the ruby gem at him, “By the power granted to me, I decree that you have until the moon reaches its highest point to claim the wish.” His smirk widened, “If not, you will never reincarnate, and you will fade into dust.”

Ace went to gulp, but the searing pain that clasped around his neck stopped him from doing so. Instead, he nodded.

“Good, I will return promptly. It would be in your best interest to chase after that wish now, less you know what’s good for you, Acedia.” And with that, he left.

Ace dropped to his knees, hands hovering over the glowing mark that now marred his skin.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?”

And how exactly would Yuuta take this?

He was dreading it, but he had to do it, because it would be better to meet him down the line through reincarnation, than to fade into dust in his memories.

He steeled himself, waited until the cycle of day became night yet again, so he asked him.

“What’s your wish, Yuuta?”

Yuuta raised a brow at him, “This is still a thing? It’s been forever since you asked.”

He was going to wave him off, and push him, but Yuuta asked him something instead.

“What about you?”

“What about me—what?”

Yuuta scoffed. “What��s your wish?”

Ace started to shake his head then close his eyes as he paused to think about it.

Did he have a wish? No one ever asked him. Since all he was ever told to do was grant wishes. But if he had one, what would it be?

He sighed to himself.

Why was he asking?

His eyes slide back open

When the answer was right in front of him.

Cold, callous fingers gently grabbed his cheeks.

“Tell me.”

“You already know it.”

“Tell me anyway.”

Ace covered his hands with his own. “You. You’re my wish, Yuuta.”

"I'm glad." Yuuta smiled wide, and bright. "We have the same wish."

And then suddenly everything is different, but also so very familiar.

When me and Rogue start talking…I start plotting. This idea he proposed struck my fancy and I kinda lost my shit with it. The notes? Went crazy. Literally gave him another form, like he is now a creature who is blending in with the people.

And then when I start thinking by myself, I go: "But what if I made this with his OC, Yuuta, in mind (Yuuta my beloved boyo)." And then I said screw it, I'm gonna write a fic for his OC, and his OC alone. :3c

Also, WHOOPS SORRY RIDDLE! Basically, Riddle ascended to a higher power because he didn't want to be reincarnated into another shitty family (also rules are cool)!

His reaction (there was alot of reaction but here's a snippet):

I think he likes it!

Also little day of pubslishing note: Happy Final Fantasy VII Rebirth release day!

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TOUCHED STARVED LEONA WITH VERY PDA AFFECTIONATE FEM!READER AAAAAA

A Familiar Touch [Leona Kingscholar]

Content: Touch-Starved, Fluff, Emotional Hurt and Comfort, Soft Leona Kingscholar

Pronouns: None

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How long had it been since someone had run a brush through his hair? Gently undoing each and every knot and tangle. Who hummed a tune that was different from the one from before, yet familiar all the same.

He felt like a cub again, and honestly?

He didn't like what feelings that dredged up.

However, he also couldn't bare to remove himself from such bliss.

Call him selfish, he didn't care.

Chartreuse eyes open to find your own closed, a soft smile gracing your features with the sunlight from the open blinds of his balcony haloing you.

You were beautiful.

"Sounds like you're thinking pretty hard there." Your voice cut through his thoughts.

He was glad that your hands were in his hair and not on his face because he couldn't keep himself from flushing.

He sighed, tail thumping against the sheets. "You're imaginin' things."

"Sure, sure..." You paused, then asked. "Are you thinking about home?"

He froze.

Seven, you were too perceptive for your own good.

And he had already confirmed your suspicions by freezing up like damn prey.

He pulled himself up, showing you his back (putting up some kind of wall between the two you).

You placed a hand on his back, however, completely disregarding his weak attempt at closing you off.

"Talk to me."

His eyes slid close as his body leaned forward. Elbows on his knees and head in his hands. Your body followed him.

"When I was little my mother would always brush my hair before bed. She would take her time and hum this little tune and just..." He trailed off, losing himself in the feelings of those memories.

He didn't like thinking of is ma. It brought up too much to the surface. Too much that he refused to sort through.

Too much about her.

Too much about his father.

Too much about his brother.

Too much about how much he has lost.

"Leona." One again, you pull him from that headspace. "I hope I'm not over stepping but..."

"I'm so happy that I'm you trust me with things like this."

He released a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "'Course I trust you with this.'

"I love you."

Guess who's feeling better from the Big Ick?

It's me (i've been up for 3 hours lmao)!

Anyway, this took forever and I didn't end up using the other two requested traits of: short and bubbly, but hey we got touch-starved (did we tho?????)

We got something nice and soft and that's all that matters uwu

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alieinthemorning · 9 months

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Hello! May I send a request for Twisted Wonderland?

Leona and Malleus specifically, reacting to a Gender Neutral Reader with the power of a empathic healer, meaning they can heal people by taking their injuries and placing them on themselves? They used this power very often due to them hating to see people hurt when they can help?

Thank you!

For Thee, Not for Me [Leona Kingscholar || Malleus Draconia]

Content: Blood and Injury, Reader has a Unique Magic | Signature Spells, Strong Language, Inappropriate Use of Unique Magic | Signature Spells, Can Be Read as Platonic or Romantic, Angst

Pronouns: None

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You liked Magishift. It was a fast-paced game that if you weren’t paying close attention to, you'd miss a play that would have the disc in the other team’s possession. You liked it so much that you usually sat in for the Magishift club’s practice.

Well, that wasn’t the full truth. The reason why you sat in on so many practices, mainly the practice matches, was because you were their self-imposed medic. Most of the time you dealt with injuries that could be resolved with a med-kit, other times you needed to use healing magics.

Then there were days like these,

“Worry not, there’s nothing for you to abide by. Leave all your worries to me. For Me, Not Thee.”

You didn’t even flinch as the deep gash along Epel’s forehead (and other more minor injuries) transferred from him to you. Instead, you immediately placed a hand to your temple, the ever so familiar tingle thrumming against your skin.

You turned to the student who had caused the injury. “I would say be more careful, but that was obviously on purpose.” Your tone was flat, and your eyes were somewhat narrowed.

You weren’t really mad, mainly disappointed. You hated when they got like this, when one of them felt like another was doing better, so they needed to sabotage in order to feel better about themselves.

His lips curled back, obviously surprised that you had the audacity to call him out on his shit. “What the fuck do you know—”

“More than you, obviously.” Leona cut him off as he approached. “If you can’t keep your shit together, then you can go. Don’t need no pussy-footed fuckers on the team.” Despite the vulgarity of his words, his look was something else entirely. Full authority, no room for negotiation.

That student has lost his position on the team.

You sighed internally, knowing that this would cause more problems for you in the long run.

Then, after checking on you and Epel (and making sure Epel thanked you), Leona had practice continue as normal. While you just sat there healing your head wound. Once practice was over, you were escorted back to your dorm by Ruggie. You also found yourself in his company for the next two weeks.

You had to continuously bite your cheek to keep yourself from blurting out your appreciation, not only for him, but his Dorm Leader.

On the days without Magshift practice, you found yourself under a large tree watching Sebek and Silver spar with their batons. You found their dedication to their Lord admirable, that even in a school of adolescents that held no worthy flame to the Prince of Briar Valley that they would so diligently practice the sword.

However, yet again, you had another reason for watching them so closely.

Because no matter how quick and calculated their strikes may be, accidents are always along the horizon.

He didn’t make a sound, just dropped to one knee as he clutched his side. You were at his side in mere moments.

“Worry not, there’s nothing for you to abide by. Leave all your worries to me. For Me, Not Thee.”

This time you did flinch as the injury transferred. You weren’t fully healed from Epel’s injury, alongside others, and taking a new, serious one so soon really affected you. You slammed your eyes shut and clapped a hand over your mouth, bile threatening its way up your throat. Thankfully, with a pair of hands to steady your swaying body and another to rub soothing circles along your back, you were able to weather that storm.

However, even though you had begun the healing process, you had found yourself in a bit of a bind.

“Ah. I’ll have to ask a favor of the two of you.” You hated to do this, but you knew that you were in bad condition. “Could you help me back to my dorm?”

“Of course.” Silver said as he helped you to your feet, then slung your arm over his shoulders.

Sebek was hovering at your other side, biting his lip harshly.

You smiled, “If you keep biting your lip like that, I’ll have to take that injury too, you know.” He stopped, but he was still frowning deeply.

Ah.

Out of all the people who hated when you used your Unique Magic like this, Sebek was one of your most vocal. So this blunder must really be hurting him.

You frowned as well.

Oh, if only you could take away negative emotions as well.

The return to your room was quiet and filled with plenty of quick glances. The long stares had died down after your second year. You had been dubbed “Healer” by your peers, and even the freshmen knew of you. Someone to go to if you were in danger.

Once they had made sure you were fine and settled, they set to leave.

Or rather, Silver did. Sebek lingered at your bedside, working at his lower lip again. You sent Silver off, then waited for Sebek.

He didn’t have much to say. “You cannot keep pushing yourself like this.” His voice was soft, yet firm. “When you fall, who attends to you?”

You smiled, but didn’t respond. He had heard your answer before.

“As long as everyone else is safe” then I don’t matter.

You should have seen this coming. You knew that despite your new-found companionship, that there would always be someone lurking in the shadows.

So when the sudden shove at your back forced you forward, you were only mildly surprised.

Your brain had already begun listing all the injuries you could get from being pushed down the stairs, reacting immediately when one of many was obtained.

You didn’t scream, just grunted as you tumbled to the landing, biting your lip as the splitting headache made its way between your eyes.

The both of you were quiet. You focused on healing and him focused on your silent, unmoving body. Then there was a flash of green, a short shriek then nothing again because you had passed out at that point.

Although, one last thought you had before you relinquish your consciousness was:

“I’m gonna punch the shit outta that fucker once I’m in the clear.”

World traveled fast at Night Raven College. Especially when he was hidden in what he would consider to be plain sight. And regardless of whispers, his ears were sharper than most.

He didn’t even wait for them to leave before he emerged from his resting place and set out to find you. His pace quickened as more and more information slipped from loose lips. You had healed two major injuries within the past week, which meant you weren’t in the best shape. But what was worse, is that you were shoved down a flight of stairs.

By one of his own.

He was going to hold him, but not until after he checked on you.

“Why are you here.” He snarled upon arrival.

Of all the people who could have been at your bedside, this was the one he was least expecting.

The Horned-Bastard himself, Malleus fucking Draconia.

The lizard-fucker turned to face him, head slightly tilted to the side with a small grin. “Fixing another one of your messes, it seems.”

Leona growled, taking a threatening step forward. Malleus’ grin grew wider.

“If either of you start, I swear I will never heal you again.” You croaked from the bed, forcing yourself upright.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…” Leona groaned, wiping a hand down his face. He crossed the room, ignoring the horned-bastard. “Didn’t even lay hands on’em, and you’re already thinking about healing—you’re the one in bed, dumbass.”

You sniffled. “It’s just a White Cold.” He rolled his eyes. Of course, you would get sick from over healing yourself. “I’ve already taken the medicine for it, so I should be fine in a day or two.” You smiled at him—the both of them. “Thanks for checking in on me, though.”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes again, just turned his back on you. “Why do I even bother…”

“Oh, if you’re gonna go now, can I ask you to do me a favor, Leona?” His ears perked up at that, you rarely asked for anything. “Could you handle the one from before? The pussy-footed fucker?”

“Snrk!” He slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the laugh. He was not expecting you to say that. Once he regained himself, he answered. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. I was already headed that way.” As much as he disliked leaving you with Draconia, he had to make sure business was handled.

And the business was handled well.

A hand on the back of the neck. Magic cracking down the back.

“I am hunger. I am thirst. I am what robs you of tomorrow. King’s Roar.”

“One wrong step, and I’ll put your remains in an hourglass.” Was the only thing he said to him before he let the pussy-footed fucker loose.

Someone removed themselves from the shadows with a sigh. “I’m sure you’re gonna ask me to keep an eye on him, right?”

“No. I want you to keep an eye on the Healer. Make friends.” He rolled his shoulders. “I’ll make sure to compensate you.”

“Oh? Shishishi…aye, aye, sir!” Ruggie gave him a two finger salute before making his exit.

Leona sighed. “I’m tired…”

Request complete! Thank you for requesting!

This was actually really fun to write, especially since I pushed myself to write at least 1,000 words. Well I actually wrote 1.5K!

Also please note that I call Spell Drive "Magishift" and I literally refuse to call it anything else.

This also very quickly became a Leona-centric thing (and also Sebek??? he had his little moment) instead of Leona and Malleus, but hey he at least showed up lmao.

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alieinthemorning · 5 months

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Sorry if this goes against the rules (dark nature but idk if this counts) but like, can u write about Leona feeling especially depressed and not being able to even get out of bed, then the reader-insert comes to wake him up (on behalf of Ruggie) and then realised and comforts him? Like angst to comfort! But no rush and no worries if this request is declined! I'll just ask something else then!

Lean on Me [Leona Kingscholar]

Content: Depressed Leona Kingscholar, Blood and Injury, Literal Sleeping Together, Bathing/Washing, Hurt/Comfort, Strong Language

Pronouns: None

Continuation of: For Thee, Not for Me [Leona Kingscholar || Malleus Draconia]

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He knew he should have just stayed in bed. Shouldered this shit on Ruggie (he was competent enough), and just not have been fucking bothered.

But he did, and it came with consequences (other than him leaving his bed).

He wasn't paying attention, too stuck in his own head to realize that one of the mutts had fucked up, and the damn disc was headed straight for his noggin.

Shit was flying fast enough that it knocked him clear on his ass. It hurt like hell, the pain in the side of his head and his back, but shit—he'd rather be on the fucking ground than possibly bleeding to death than standing and acting like he wasn't on the fucking cliff's edge.

But then there you were (of course you were), kneeling beside him as you assessed the damages. You gently brushed the sticky brown locks away from the wound, wincing at what you saw. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you silent contemplated something.

He opened his mouth, ready to stop you from doing something stupid (that stupid thing being saving his life).

But it was too late.

“Worry not, there’s nothing for you to abide by. Leave all your worries to me. For Me, Not Thee.”

And then he was sitting up with just left with a dull headache,

and your unconscious body that fell into his lap.

You'd been asleep for a week now. Vita told him that it was a combination of a White Cold and Rapid Blot Accumulation. She told him that it wasn't his fault, that you were well aware of the consequences of overusing your Signature Spell.

Epel did bother hiding his glare. He was pissed, and rightfully so. He may have looked up to him, but he considered you as family. And here he was sitting at your bedside, as if he had the fucking right.

But regardless of Epel's silent furry, he remained there.

But he knew that wasn't it.

"You fucked up." Ruggie had told him one day as he had delivered his lunch. He didn't tell him to do, but his reasoning had to do with you.

"If you don't feed you, and I don't feed you, guess who's gonna be pissed."

When he asked Ruggie to watch you, he never expected for him to actually befriend you. He even stopped taking the money he had been paying him, calling it dirty money. He shrugged it off, less money out of his pocket.

"You better start learning how to grovel, Prince." Title, no name. "Or else someone else will force you on your knees.

If he had been paying attention to his surroundings, you wouldn't have been laying here. If he had been paying attention to you, he would have realized that you weren't fit to even be at practice that day (because he knows that you'd fight him tooth and nail to heal whoever was hurt).

Zigvolt had given him a good right hook when he appeared in the infirmary. Silver was there as well, he could have stopped him, but he didn't (and he didn't blame him).

"You'd best pray to any and all gods that will listen, Kingscholar." His eyes flashed with something dangerous—a promise. "May my lord forgive me for what I will do to you."

Hell, he should have just stayed in bed and wallowed like a fucking coward.

Draconia appeared late at night before Vita officially kicked him out. He simply looked over your sleeping form with a pitiful look on his face.

That didn't wash away when his eerie Fae gaze found his own muted chartreuse one.

But he didn't, and now you were the one paying the price.

"Oi, Vita." A chair scraping against tile.

Two muffled voices, a door softly shutting, and a sigh.

You give yourself a few more minutes to accumulate to your current setting before slowly opening your eyes.

"Was that Leona, Vita?"

The one frowned as she looked at you over her heart-shaped glasses. "That's really the first thing you ask me?"

You give a dismissive hum, "...I suppose so."

"You are such a—yes, that was him."

"Okay." And then you closed your eyes again.

Close to a week later is when you were discharged, and allowed to return to classes. And that's exactly what you didn't do. Instead, you went on the prowl for a hiding lion. However, you were surprised to find that he wasn't at any of his usual spots, but instead decaying away in his room.

The blinds were fully drawn, shielding him from the sunlight that attempt to penetrate. His room was more a mess than usual, as if he had torn through it himself in a fit of rage, before fizzling out and finding his final resting place.

You pursed your lips, that's probably exactly what he did. Oh well, that didn't really matter, so instead of worrying about that, you set about to clean the room. You heard him shuffle on the bed a bit, but disregarded him until you were finished.

And when you were, you faced him. "..."

"..."

If he wasn't ready to talk, then that was fine. You eyed his body for any external injuries. There didn't seem like there were any, so you turned heel, heading for his en suite bathroom.

"Oi..." It was soft and weak, like he wasn't really addressing you, but just saying it in general confusion. You ignored him in favor of fulling his tub with water and oils (just the way he liked it).

When you were done, you simply gestured to the bath, not waiting to hear any sort of answer because you were already pulling the sheets off the bed before he could protest. So he followed your silent directions and entered the bathroom (leaving the door unlocked).

You made quick work of his bed, then got himself a fresh set of clothes as well as yourself (you knew how he was about outside clothes).

You knocked on the door. "Can I come in?"

"...yeah."

He was fully submerged, a layer of bubbles covering what needed to be covered.

"Can I wash your hair?"

Despite his lips twisting into a frown, he nodded. You knew why. Of course you did. He felt guilty for what happened to you. And yes, maybe, he did have some responsibility for what happened—you also shared in that. You knew that you were getting close to blot, you also knew good and well that taking on Leona's injury would push you over the edge (not to the point of blotting, but damn near close).

But you still took it on, and you'd do it again.

Then hours later, after slipping in and out of dreams, you heard him whisper against your chest.

"Thank you."

"Of course, you can always lean on me, you know." You smiled, setting a kiss on the crown of his head.

"Since I am your healer, after all."

I ended combining these two because I wanted to use this title for the depression piece, but couldn't because I didn't know what else to name the For Thee, Not for Me Continuation.

SO! I after having a "WAIT FUCK I CAN WORK WITH THIS!" moment, I decided to combine them!

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alieinthemorning · 5 months

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Hello!I already read your rules like 3 times but I made any mistake please tell me-

Anyway can I please request platonic headcanos of diasomnia family(mainly silver and lilia) with silver sibling!reader?reader is also adopted by Lilia and is not biologically related to silver,they are younger than him and have much more lively personality,they also get flustered easily.l and really care about their family

(I JUST NEED SOME WHOLESOME STUFF PLEASE)

Found Family [Diasomina Family]

Content: Found Family, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Character(s), Familial Relationships, Platonic Relationships, Book 7 Part 3 Spoilers

Pronouns: None

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Lilia found you in the woods at a very young age. You were not far from his little cabin, sitting at the edge of the lake, peering into its waters.

"Are you lost, little one?"

You shook your head.

"Is your family nearby, then?"

You shook your head again. "They abandoned me. Told me to not return."

And that's all it took for him to take you in himself, he already had Silver, and he was doing well enough, surely another child wouldn't prove to be difficult.

You were a quiet child, even more quiet than Silver. However, your eyes were much move expressive than you might have realized. You were some kind of Nocturnal Fae, perhaps of a long forgotten race because he had never seen another with eyes as interesting as yours.

When you didn't like something your pupils would become thin slits, and when there was something you liked they would grow considerable.

Lilia found that quite adorable.

He often found you and Silver outside, sitting against the largest tree in front of the cabin. Silver of course was asleep while you had a book in your lap.

"What are you reading, little one?" Lilia asked as he sat down beside you.

"Ohana: A story about an animal who was shunned being different."

Another thing about you was that you were very blunt and up front. He assumed it was something you learned from your previous living situation.

You tilted your head, a small smile gracing your lips. "But then, after a few hardships, the animal found a family. Just like me—Like us."

Lilia smiled himself, resting a hand on your head. "Yes, just like us."

Silver had an abundance of alarm clocks to help wake him up in the morning. However, none worked as good as you simply calling his name.

"Silver, it's time to wake up." His eyes always seemed to open easily, and found you immediately.

You gave him your usual small smile. "Good morning, Silver."

"Good morning."

And then you were gone while he got ready. Once he was done, he would find you indulging in your morning tea with Father, Lord Malleus and Sebek. Sebek was of course loudly praising Father and Lord Malleus, Lilia was going along with it while you and Malleus quietly sipped on your tea.

He took his spot next to you, and you immediately filled his cup, adding two sugar cubes. Just liked he liked it.

He thanked you with his usual smile as his body become more attune to the usual flow of life around him.

Sebek didn't like you at first. You were weird. Your eyes were too sharp, it made him feel like you were staring through him. He also didn't like how you were seemingly better at everything than he (and Silver) was. You were better at swordsmanship, being able to pull off moves that Master Lilia had only shown once. And yet you never bragged about it (he disliked that about you too).

You were actually able to cook, so your training was cut short so that you could make them a meal for after training. And he hated to admit it, but your cooking was even better than his mother. However, as much as he disliked how good your meals were, he was also thankful that because of them he didn't have to eat Master Lilia's cooking. You also seemed to rotate each of their favorite meals. You always seemed to remember the small things about them.

Even now, you approached him at lunch, two plates in hand.

"For you, Sebek." You placed a plate of salmon carpaccio in front of him. Then you woke Silver up before sitting down yourself.

He glanced away from you, swallowing his pride. "...Thank you."

"Think nothing of it."

He thought a lot of it.

You and Malleus often found yourselves strolling the paths of Night Raven College in the dead of night when the students were in their dorms, the teachers had returned to their homes and the only nightlife was that of the ghosts and fairies.

Tonight, something was weighing heavily on him.

"What is on your mind, Malleus?"

He chuckled. He liked that about you. You always knew when something was amiss and would immediately hone in on it.

"I find myself thinking about what will happen after Silver departs from this world." He paused, "Sebek as well, as he is only half-fae."

You hummed. "They will die and we will live on. What is there to think about?" Your tone was flat— nonchalant.

Malleus glanced down at you.

Your pupils were sharp.

Ah, you were as effected as he was.

Then after a few more silent moments, you spoke up. "...I do understand that they won't be with me forever, so I must make the most out of the time I have with them now., so that I'm only left with fond memories of them."

Malleus felt his lips flicker upward as his gaze turned toward the starry sky.

"Yes, I suppose you are correct..."

"To those I've met before, and to those I'll meet hereafter...

"Meet in a Dream."

Soft eyes met periwinkle.

"Good morning, Silver."

He helped you properly orientate. "We have to help Father and Malleus."

You nodded, "Yes, we have to save our family."

You asked for headcanons, so I wrote snippets.

A something that might have not been clear:

You're a kinda of ancient nocturnal fae who has a kind of dilating pupils. I wanted to also give you glowing eyes (more so like mood ring eyes lol), but I didn't want to give you an eye color, so I scrapped it (saving it for the OC ig because I SURE HAVE BRAINWORMS OVER THIS CHARACTER SOMEHOW, ANON HOW DID YOU GIVE ME BRAIN WORMS LOL)

Peep the few references btw lol

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Could i possibly request "No, you're sick. You're not doing chores until you're better." With leona? Plz and thank you ❤️

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May i request #95 with trey and gn reader?

"No, you're sick. You're not doing chores until you're better." [Leona Kingscholar | Trey Clover] [400 Follower Event]

Prompt: 95. "No, you're sick. You're not doing chores until you're better." [Prompt List]

Content: Poly Relationship, Fluff, A Dash of Angst (with Leona)

Pronouns: None

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Currently, you were in Heartstabyul’s kitchen, attempting to help Trey with the next Unbirthday party.

“But Trey!” You whined.

However, there was an itty bitty problem.

He sighed, placing the bowl down. “No, you're sick. You're not helping out until you're better."

You were kinda sorta feeling under the weather.

Not sick—Totally not sick!

Just really exhausted.

You pouted. “Can you at least get Cater to help you? I don’t want you overworking yourself.”

“Fine, fine.” He smiled, pulling his phone out. “Now go.”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips before exiting the Heartstabyul dorms.

With that handled, you decided to check up on your other significant other.

And it's a good thing that you did, too, because the moment you entered Savanaclaw, you were flagged down by Ruggie.

“Yo, glad to see you— listen, Leona’s in some sort of funk and—”

You cut him off. “I’m on it.”

He grinned. “Thanks.”

Judging by the state of his room, you were pretty sure Leona had received a mandatory phone call from his family.

And he hated talking to his family.

Texting was fine, but he still was dealing with everything since his Overblot, and hearing Falena really set him off.

He was spread out on his bed, arm thrown over his eyes. “Get the hell out before I make you get out.”

“I don’t think I will.” You moved further in the room. “Now make some room.”

He rolled over with a grunt.

Back facing you.

You winced. “Was it that bad?”

“Yeah, it was.” A pause. “Why are you here? Weren’t you helping with, Mr. Normal?”

You plopped down with a huff. “Yeah, but he kicked me out!”

That caught his attention. “Damn, what didja do?”

“Nothing! I’m just a little tired of it all.”

That’s all he needed to hear.

He rolled back over, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in close.

“Then go to sleep.”

You rolled your eyes, but snuggled in regardless.

You’d talk to Trey about doing something special for Leona later, but for now,

you’d enjoy his warmth.

Oh no! I'm in danger of thinking about this dynamic more!

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alieinthemorning · 2 years

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Hiya, I'd like to request 64. "I'll hurt whoever did this to you." hc with the octavinelle boys for the 400 follower event.

“I’ll hurt whoever did this to you.” [Azul | Jade | Floyd][400 Follower Event]

Prompt: "I'll hurt whoever did this to you." [Prompt List]

Content: Fluff, Subtle Mentions of Violence

Pronouns: None

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Azul Ashengrotto

Azul isn’t one to get his hands dirty, but you best bet

That if someone does something you

He will find them

And present them an offer that they simply cannot deny

To this day, he refuses to tell you what that deal entailed.

But you haven’t seen that person around since then.

Jade Leech

Jade on the other hand is absolutely one to get his hands dirty

And he’ll do that shit with a calm ass smile.

You can either tell him who did it

Or he’ll figure it out himself by the end of the day.

Either way, that person will be handled swiftly.

Floyd Leech

“Shrimpy?”

You screwed your eyes shut.

Out of all the people to find you,

why him?

“...I’m okay, Floyd. You don’t need to—”

You didn’t even hear him move,

but suddenly he was crouched in front of you with your face in his hands.

He called you by your name, and you opened your eyes.

“Who do I need to squeeze?”

“Me.”

He was confused for a second, but understood once you wrapped your arms around his middle.

Oh well,

he’d squeeze every single person in this school if he had to.

Floyd gets a mini ficlet because of course he can uwu

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alieinthemorning · 2 years

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Congratulations for 400 followers! May i request for no. 75 from the prompt with Leona & gn!s/o? Thanks and congrats again!

glowiebee asked:

can i pls get an 8 with trey clover? it's the one with "come here, i'll carry you". thanks 😊

“You’re overworking yourself…Please take a break.” and “Come here, I'll carry you.” [Leona Kingscholar | Trey Clover] [400 Follwer Event]

Prompt: “You’re overworking yourself…Please take a break.” and “Come here, I’ll take care of you.” [Prompt List]

Content: Fluff, Kissing, Poly Relationship

Pronouns: None

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"You're overworking yourself…you need to take better care of yourself."

You smiled at Trey, waving off his worry. “Seriously, I’m fine.”

You weren’t—pretty sure your ankle was twisted, and the pointed stares your partners were giving you were beginning to make you anxious.

Leona gave your ankle a rough nudge.

“Ow!”

He sighed. “Lying will get you nowhere.”

You pouted, looking to Trey for back up.

He only lightly grinned. “He’s right, you know.” The crouched down in front of you. "Come on, I'll carry you."

You got on awkwardly, arms locking around his neck as he stood.

Leona yawned. “Y’all go. Just meet me in my room.”

You reached over and gave his arm a pinch. “Aren't you worried about me?” You dramatically leaned back, causing Trey to stumble. “Your words hurt me! So much that I might die!”

Trey sighed as he readjusted you in his grip. “Please stop moving so much.”

“But Trey! Didn’t you hear? Leona doesn’t love me!”

“That’s not what he said.”

“That's basically what he said.”

“Quit yer yappin’.” Somehow, amidst your dramatics, you didn’t notice Leona lean closer to shut you up the only way he knew how.

Not like you weren’t complaining.

“Happy?”

You batted your lashes at him. “I think I might need another kiss, actually."

He rolled his eyes. “You can get it when you get back from the infirmary.”

“Fineee. I’ll just have to smooch Trey in the meantime.” You leaned over, and pecking his cheek cupped his cheek, loving the way his cheeks flushed red.

“You two will be the death of me, I swear…” Leona sighed, not in annoyance, but rather in veiled affection.

"And yet you love us." Trey sassed, giving him a kiss of his own before heading off to get you looked at.

"Yeah…

"Yeah, I do."

I'll be really I just really like writing poly relationships

and this one is really scratching something in my head.

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alieinthemorning · 2 years

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Congrats on 400 followers! So fir the event could i request the prompt "You're cold, take my jacket." For jack? I think it fits his character but idk if thats just me lol

"You're cold, take my jacket" | Jack Howl [400 Follower Event]

Prompt: "You're cold, take my jacket." [Prompt List]

Content: Fluff

Pronouns: None

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You were not a person who did well in the cold. Let a breeze blow the wrong way, best believe you're catching a chill and sneezing. So trudging back to class on the first day back after break in a coat with a broken zipper wasn't on your to-do list. You tried to keep it closed up as tight as possible, but you couldn't keep the chill out.

You sniffled, sneezed, then continued the long trudge back to Overblot Central.

You were so absorbed with making it inside without having snot drop down your nose that you didn't realize that someone had pulled up beside you until they spoke.

"You're cold, take my jacket." Then something heavy was thrown over your head.

Which caused you to lose your balance and almost fall, but he caught you.

You smiled as he righted you. "Thank you, Jack."

“Sorry.” He said as helped you put his jacket on. “But I knew you’d be cold.”

He zipped it up, watching as the lower half of your face disappeared behind the zipper.

So, in not like Jack Howl fashion, he gave you a peck on the forehead.

You raised a brow. “What’s the occasion?”

“Think of it as a New Year’s Gift.”

“Aw!” You gushed. “You do love me!”

He ducked his head down as people looked over, then grabbed your hand and began to lead you forward.

“…‘course I do.

“Always will.”

Dan Howell coming back really made me double take on Jack's name.

Also new hyperfixation just dropped lol

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alieinthemorning · 2 years

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Could i request boyfriend headcanons for Pomefiore? (Or just Epel lol)

Boyfriend Headcanons [First Years]

Content: Fluff, Headcanons

Pronouns: None

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Ace Trappola

This man is in LOVE love.

He’s the type to fall in love all over again over the smallest things you do.

Smile at him and he’ll get butterflies

Reach for his hand first, and it’ll take everything in him to not cheer on the spot.

He keeps it cool.

Most of the time

Mostly when you’re in public lol

Speaking of the public, PDA is a must.

I already headcanon that Ace is a pretty physical person.

He just likes to have some form of contact.

So most of the time, you’re down one hand because he’s got one in his grasp.

Deuce Spade

Deuce is probably the most chill of the group.

For the most part.

Unlike Ace, he doesn’t really have a poker face.

So if you make him flustered by, you know, just existing, his face will turn so red

Like, please make sure that he’s not on the verge of passing out.

But once that has passed, he’ll probs just do more of the little things

Since he’s gotta save up for a radass blast cycle date

Oh! Also he’s not the biggest fan of PDA but if you need him, he’s there

BUT IF SOMEONE TRIES HIM, THEY BETTER GET READY FOR A THRASHING

Jack Howl

Jack is the reason why you started waking up so early.

At first it was a hassle, but after seeing the sunrise

(and Jack after his run WHEW)

You started to like it.

He def would try to get you into to joining him for his morning jogs,

And you would try! But um, Jack is built different, so that just doesn't work out!

BUT since you’re so cool, you come up with the idea to have a little post jog picnic out for him!

So y’all get to watch the sunrise and eat some good food

Honestly, what else could you ask for lol

OH! One last thing :)

Jack is so overprotective.

If his instincts feel even the slightest off, he’s gunning for you.

He’s gotta make sure that you are okay.

Epel Felmier

You better get ready for the country accent to come out in full effect

Because you’re the only person he lets hear it

(which of course you love and adore)

An apple a day, keeps the doctor away, is how the saying goes

But it brings you closer to your farm boy, so its a win-win for you.

Anyhow, I feel like Epel would want your relationship to be lowkey

Until someone finds out, tries to tease y’all, and Epel just kinda snaps.

And then suddenly everyone (besides Rook because ain’t no way his nosey ass wouldn’t already know) knows.

But that’s okay, because this ain’t about them.

This is about you and your country boy (I love youuu! Awngh).

Sebek Zigvolt

Unfortunately for you, you are his second love.

Malleus will always be his first.

BUT that doesn’t mean he doesn’t treat you with the utmost respect.

Everyone, and I mean, everyone knows about your relationship.

Discretion is not one of Sebek’s strong points.

“My partner” and “My significant other” are what you are mostly known as.

He talks about you just as much as Malleus.

(Silver likes you, thinks you��re cool, but is tired of hearing about you ALL THE TIME).

(Lilia finds it endearing and Malleus is somewhat intrigued but also “WHEN WILL IT BE ME?” for himself lmao).

He also pays attention to the smallest details, so he’ll know when something is wrong immediately.

However, he'll then kinda goes into a hover mood

Which is nice but also Sebek please take a step back.

This was all over the place but um we're gonna put the ball into my dog's court because she kept making that little face at me and I just had to stop and pet her and she's so cute I love her so much.

she says hi! :D

This drops in like 2 minutes and I just realized just how out of it I was when I wrote it, so I apologize haha.

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