Can I have a oneshot about yandere!Rollo masturbating with one of readers articles of clothing he somehow got his hands on without their knowledge, and maybe he fantasizes about them praising him? Bonus points if he gets emotional-

notes: yandere

Rollo is used to having a monster live underneath his skin. The thrum of magic in his veins, the flames that lap at his very flesh. But after meeting with you, a poor, magicless student that had been thrown into a lion's den, he has another burden to carry. Where, before, he'd been wishing to erase magic for the good of society as a whole. Now, when he thinks about it, your face is what takes center stage in his mind. He's never had another person infect his mind so quickly.

(He wants to save you. He wants you to look at him like he is a good person, to tell him that all his struggling, all his pain, would be justified in the end. He is not in the wrong. He has never been in the wrong. In this story, he's never been the villain.)

The urge to look into your room is unbearable. So, on the day that he can least afford distractions, during the time that you are eating breakfast together with all those disgusting mages, he sneaks in. He has a key that fits every lock.

And, right there, on your bed, your suitcase has been left wide open, beckoning him. Rollo simply can't resist. His legs are staggering, and his fingers are shaking as he reaches out to the first thing he sees: one of your shirts. As soon as he grabs it, he crumples to his knees, and hugs the fabric to his chest. A whiff of your scent travels up to his nose.

Rollo is breathing through his mouth, trying to keep it calm and under control, but it keeps speeding up. With a shudder, he realises that he's hard.

(And this, this is what he hates. This is a part of himself that is unapologetically selfish. It hungers.)

You've been nice to him. You've smiled to him. To all of his explanations about the history of the City of Flowers, you listened with unblemished interest. There is little to justify such a strong attraction, in such little time- But this is how he feels, isn't it? And tonight, after the Crimson Lotuses have dyed the city red, you will look at him with nothing but gratitude in your eyes.

With a hiss, a sharp intake of breath, Rollo buries his nose into your shirt, and places his hand over the bulge in his pants. He rubs so hard it burns, rutting against it and feeling (filthy, disgusting) a kind of relief. Tears spring to his eyes and stain the fabric of your shirt.

This can't be him, he tells himself, this is not a part of him. He's not like any of the others, he's good. All this is, is magic corrupting him- He had no choice. Tonight, he'll be released from its tainting influence forever. It's fine, he's good, and you'll tell him that, in your gratitude, you'll never be able to forget him-

In record time, he cums, staining the inside of his underwear and pants. All of the energy is sapped from his body at once, and he falls forward. In this position, he looks like someone kneeling at an altar. He bunches his hands up, the fabric wrinkling in his hands.

In the cleansing fire of today, he hopes nothing of this part of himself will be left, either.

Rollo corruption kink???🤨🤨🤨

I wanna ruin him so bad but bros probably worse than me PFFFT

notes: corruption

PLEASE. MAYBE HE WOULD BE?? i'm still trying to figure out what type of horny he is... i just can't see him as the type of 'desperately repressed' guy, personally. to me he just kind of feels like hm,,, sex or masturbation has just never particularly interested him, and he would probably not know much more about it than what's told in mandatory school lessons. (not to mention, if it really is as pleasurable as he’s led to believe... someone such as him would not deserve  it.) PLUS he spends most of his time around magic students nowadays and maybe he just wouldn’t wanna fuck them lmao. ANYWAY, ENJOY. 

Rollo is a horrible kisser. Mere pecks on the lips already have him freezing up and leave him unsure of how to handle himself, much less anything more. He wouldn’t want you to stop, not even close, but he’d never be able to ask you to continue either. His own inexperience hadn’t crossed his mind much before dating you, but now he’s growing more self-conscious with every touch you bestow upon him. As diligent as he is, he would use the same strategies here as when he’s struggling with anything else: copious amounts of research. 

It starts with him searching kissing tips online, trying to memorize the things one is ‘supposed’ to say or do in these scenarios. He watches kiss scenes in movies, reads how they’re described in novels, and tries to find variables that determine a good kiss. In reality, he’s not getting much better. He knows that if he were to try and copy scenes he’s seen, it would feel so unlike him that you’d likely start laughing. Perhaps he should just ask you to help him practice, and yet... His online searches eventually lead him to filthier content he’s never had much interest in viewing prior.

Watching two people making out is enough to get him slightly flustered, but only because he imagines doing such things with you. The two strangers on the screen touching each other, seeing their tongues and their spit... Makes him feel vaguely ill. It’s filthy. But your tongue caressing his own, the tip of your tongue rubbing against the top of his mouth- It makes him squirm. Rollo is no stranger to getting random erections, every guy his age gets them occasionally, but he’s certain this one is not merely random. Never before has the urge to touch himself been as strong as now. The scene on his phone screen has long since been abandoned, and all he can think about is you. He tries to pace around and wait until it goes away.

His building thoughts culminate into a single moment, where he finally makes a move while you lean in to kiss him. Rollo, despite all his research, has no idea what he’s doing, and simply pushes his tongue against your closed lips. Immediately, he pulls away.

“Ah... I, I- My apologies.” Rollo fumbles to pull his handkerchief out of his pocket, and nearly drops it to the ground in doing so. His face is burning up like never before. He feels a little better after taking a deep breath or two. “I shouldn’t have done that without asking. Was it- Are you alright?”

You smile at him, and it has his heart fluttering. “I’m fine, really! I barely felt it.” You laugh a little, but he doesn’t feel like he’s being made fun off. “But, please be honest- I know kissing isn’t like your favourite thing in the world, so you aren’t just doing this to make me happy, are you...? You don’t have to force yourself for me. In fact, please don’t.”

“I can promise you that’s not the case,” Rollo says. “This was something... Of a personal desire of mine, yes. I’ve never minded your kisses in the past either.” He crosses his arms and presses them close to his chest. “I will admit that I simply didn’t know how to respond yet. I’ve tried to educate myself further on the subject, but, ah... I’m not certain I’ve made much progress yet.”

Something in your expression, your smile, shifts a little. “The only way to get better at kissing, is through practice. Nothing else. Should we try?” Rollo’s throat suddenly feels a bit dry, but he finds himself nodding nonetheless. 

When you press your lips to his, and your warm cheek presses against his cold skin, he’s already content. You mirror his previous action, the tip of your tongue brushing against his mouth. He parts his lips without hesitation. Your mouth makes a little noise as you readjust your head, tilting it a bit further to the side as you slide your tongue in. For a moment, Rollo’s surprised at how well he’s still breathing, until it feels awfully obvious.

Your tongue inside him feels both bigger and smaller than he expected. He tries to reciprocate, and though he’s sure the way he’s swirling his tongue around yours is clumsy, he hasn’t felt this good in ages. When you slide over the top of his mouth, a noise he’s never made before gets pulled from his throat. It’s a much more sensitive spot than he could have imagined. 

Your kiss swept most of coherent thoughts from his mind. Once it’s over, Rollo is a little dazed and breathless. He leans forward to try and chase your touch when you pull away, without even realizing it. He doesn’t even try to hide his face. Nor does he clean it, despite a dribble of spit sliding down his skin. (It’s not filthy, as long as it comes from you.) All at once, he becomes conscious of just how warm he feels within, and folds his hands over his lap in a flurry of motion.

It’s such a sudden and suspicious movement, that you know instantly what’s happening to him, and it’s all just a little too much. He gets up in one jerky movement, pulling away from you and staring straight past you before excusing himself. The exact words he uses are immediately forgotten as soon as he says them. You don’t have a chance to protest before he’s gone and, the moment the door closes, he regrets it. Ah, he’s really hopeless, isn’t he...?

Do you have any sub!yandere!Rollo thoughts? I don’t know about you, but something about sexually submissive yanderes hits all the right spots-

thank you!

i have many thoughts!! this is more of a general overview, but i can go into more detail on anything that's mentioned here!

notes: gn!reader, yandere, unhealthy coping mechanisms, humiliation mention

If Rollo is willing to submit to himself to you, you'd have to be someone he considers 'clean'. A person untouched and unblemished by magic, entirely unlike himself. In his dedication to serve and protect a person so pure, he believes he can take steps to cleanse himself and, eventually, the world. These exact circumstances are what awaken within him the desire to worship.

Rollo himself doesn't have much romantic or sexual experience. It'd be more accurate to say that he has none. Though he won't tell this to your face, he'd prefer it if you didn't have previous experience either. Even if you do, he'll convince himself that he can outdo them and wipe them out of your memory. There is no one else in the world who could match his dedication to you. ...If only he'd been there to protect you earlier.

Rather than being on the receiving end, he'd prefer to be the one giving you pleasure. If you are insistent enough however, he'll always submit in the end. Either way, he likes taking orders from you and fulfilling them to the best of his ability. He'd even be willing to indulge in kinks that he'd otherwise have no interest in, or that he dislikes, if it's clear that you're set on trying. His own boundaries quickly fold, but he'll always try to convince you to enjoy something different first.

Rollo gets high grades across the board because of his amazing work ethic and discipline. When it comes to the topic of bringing you pleasure, he treats it as his latest study subject, reading and watching everything he thinks might be useful. To him, it's incredibly gratifying when he manages to get you off, and it feels cleansing to do so while never experiencing pleasure himself. It makes him feel in control of himself, and that he's a good person, unlike greedy others (mages) who'd have their own demands.

(And in doing so, he satisfies the voice in the back of his head that tells him that a person such as himself doesn't deserve any pleasure whatsoever, that he is already being too indulgent looking at you and touching you as he is, that he is weak for loving you before he has brought forth the change he has seen in the world- Constant contradictions plague his brain as he worships your body, but he thinks that if you look upon him as if he were a good person, he can keep going. He'll know all of his causes are right. He'll wear selflessness on his sleeve while being anything but.)

He'd never bring this up to you, but a part of him wants you to be mean to him. The idea of his worst thoughts about himself, that are shoved away into the furthest corners of his brain, being affirmed by the one he holds above himself... Feels almost cathartic.

notes: noncon / VERY dubious consent, aphrodisiac potion nonsense

rollo made a mishap during potions class. 

...or so you’ve heard. apparently, he’s straggling around campus, completely oblivious to his surroundings and ignoring anyone who tries to help him. after someone heard him muttering your name on repeat, they decided to request your assistance. when they lead you to the place he was before though, he’s nowhere to be found. 

you end up finding him on your own, alone, having somehow stumbled his way up to one of the lower levels of the belltower. he’s sitting on the floor, hat crooked on his head. his eyes stare into nothing, but his mouth is moving without stopping for even a single moment. you step forward, and the floor creaks. rollo jolts and looks up.

the change is immediate. 

a smile spreads over his face. it’s so wide and without restraint that it looks wrong on his face, a complete disconnect from the rollo you know. he gets to his feet, stumbling and nearly falling back onto his knees. as you rush over to help him and try to get him up, he decides to crash all of his weight against you instead, dragging you to the floor with him. he’s breathing heavily, and mumbling your name on repeat. 

“i finally... finally found you...”

you quickly realise that having rollo on top of you right now is very, very unfortunate. his face is deeply flushed, his irises having morphed from a deep green to a light pink. he wraps both of his arms around you, tightly, presses his face into the crook of your neck, and inhales.

he tries to grind against you, and though you realise what he’s doing, you can’t really feel his cock through the thick layers of his uniform. the metal bell on his chest presses cold and heavy against you. rollo starts to whine in frustration, and you can feel warm tears drip down against your throat. he’s trembling all over, twitching, feverish. suffering. 

maybe you should… 

“rollo, um,” you try to keep your voice steady, secure. at the sound of your voice, he presses his face even closer to your skin. “i’ll… i can help. but you’ll need to let go of me first. can you do that?” his hips don’t stop moving for even a moment. “please? i promise it’ll feel better.” 

that seems to do the trick. rollo doesn’t really move, but he loosens his hold on you to the extent you can gently wrap an arm around him and flip him over. you shift your position until you’re above him on your hands and knees, looking down at him. rollo is a sight to behold. his cheeks are streaked with tears, pupils blown wide and eyes hazy. you run your hand over his forehead. his skin is feverish and slick with sweat.

he reaches for your wrist, and you let him grab it. rollo mumbles something incoherent, before pressing his face against your palm. he presses a kiss to your hand, lingering there for a moment… and then he starts to lick. you try to jolt your hand away on instinct, but his grip only turns crushing. for his sake, you hope he doesn’t remember this encounter. instead of admiring him in his current state, you guess you must fulfill your promise.

you fiddle with his clothes, but don’t manage to get your hand underneath his underwear before he’s desperately grinding against you. with a loud keen, his body seizes, and a wet patch forms underneath your hand. that took less effort than you anticipated. you look up at rollo. you’re expecting the pink to have faded from his eyes, for his expression to have gone slack. 

instead, you only glimpse a glint of eyes that are practically glowing, then sloppy, open-mouthed kisses smother your face. he’s panting even harder, groping and touching without rhyme or reason. touching simply because he can, pure self indulgence. he’s out of it, you tell yourself, it’s not his fault, he is, he is— 

rollo pulls back and smiles wide. “my turn.”

rollo who’s so utterly and unbelievably obsessed, that he believes he’s been bewitched. there’s no other explanation. why else would he want to do heinous things like leaving kisses and marks upon every inch of your skin? why else does he hate to see others spend far too much time around you? that time would be much better spent alone with him in his room. god, these thoughts plague him… this has to be a test of his faith. surely.

You're a mage, just like him. For you to rouse such strong, constant feelings inside him, can only mean you've casted a spell upon him. Or, perhaps, slipped a potion or another into his food. There is no way he would develop them on his own for a cursed being with no self-awareness, flicking their wrist and spending magic on mindless frivolities.

It's on purpose, he thinks. Did you know of his plans, somehow? Thoughts of you continue to plague his mind, keeping him from his work. He forgets to hand in schoolwork, loses his train of thought during council meetings, and spends less time working out his plans. Rollo finds his eyes glazing over crowds, in attempts to find you. During the few hours of sleep he gets, you show up in his dreams. Things he has never concerned himself with now occupy the forefront of his mind. 

(how would you smile at him? would your hands be cold, or warm? what would your skin feel like underneath his lips?)

Though you are filthy yourself, the company you find yourself in is absolutely vile. They are beyond the point of redemption, utterly unsalvageable. With you, he could imagine himself being able to convince you of the truth, of how the world might be bettered, but- Even thinking that, he doesn’t know if those thoughts are his own, or a part of what you’ve done to him. An attempt for a confession. Rollo doesn’t know. He can’t be sure anymore.

Every time he sees you, a plethora of different feelings all claw at his insides for attention. Excitement, nervousness, apprehension, disgust- He can’t pull it apart, or risk getting tangled into the mess that is definitely not of his own making.

wedding hcs got me thinking about the wedding night with rollo …

notes: general nsfw content

Rollo is nervous about the wedding night, whether you’ve had sex before or not. You can easily tell, because he’s glaring at the rose petals on the bed like they personally insulted him. He starts muttering to himself about how bothersome of a tradition this one is, how he is not laying on top of those petals, and how he refuses to simply throw them on the floor either. What a mess that would make! For his peace of mind, you either have to help him clean up, or keep him busy enough that he won’t be able to care.

If you let Rollo take the lead, he will be taking it very slow. He wants to savour this experience and, at this moment, is thinking of your pleasure more than his own. Before anything else, he tells you that he loves you. He’s incredibly happy that he can be a part of the rest of your life. His hands tremble during the first kiss. But as time goes on and he settles into his own pace, his tongue sliding against yours, he will be able to ease up at least a little bit. Rollo is not the type to speak during sex in general, however, on your wedding night he will be especially quiet and focused. Perhaps this makes things slightly awkward for you, but he’s simply trying his best. 

He’ll want to get you off with his mouth or fingers first, and would highly appreciate your guidance. Rollo’s pride is not hurt when you tell him to move his mouth slightly higher, or to crook his fingers in the other direction. In fact, he’s only happy to know things he could improve on. He’s tried to do plenty of research but, through this, he already found out that each person has different preferences. He only cares about learning yours. If you want to return the favour, he’ll protest once. At your insistence though, he’ll be sure to give in. He’s rather sensitive and doesn’t get off often, a combination that leads to him cumming quick and loads. 

Rollo doesn’t have the best stamina, but he makes it up for it through sheer determination. If he has one goal that night, it’s going to be to try and make you cum while he’s inside you. He doesn’t care if he also has to use his hands to push you over the edge, he’ll gladly do it. Once Rollo really gets into sex, after he’s finished once or twice, he turns a little insatiable. If you want him to stop though, he will always listen.

Another thing he’ll always do, is insist that you two get cleaned up afterwards. Unless he’s so exhausted he drifts off as soon as he hits the pillow, he’ll make sure to stumble his way into the shower. And, likely, drag you there with him. (Baths are much preferred by him, if they’re there.) Good luck trying to convince him otherwise, even on your wedding night.

notes: unhealthy relationships, HORRIBLE coping mechanisms (disordered eating, forced sleep deprivation), semi-connected to this post, though it can be read without it. written before the masquerade event was finished.

rollo knows his existence is a cursed one. he knows that, with every breath, he is polluting this world. for the amount of magic coursing through his body, no punishment could ever be enough to tip the scales towards purity- but he can certainly try. 

he does not deserve good food. he does not deserve a full night’s rest. if no one else will torture him for being his filthy self, he must do it with his own hands. as a first-year, his fellow students worried about his appearance, but he’s always brushed off their concerns. now, they know no better than that their student council president walks around with eyes sunken deep into his head, and his skin a deathly pale. it’s been years since they’ve pestered him about eating well. 

it’s not like he’s consuming so little it would kill him, or resting so few hours that it would make him unable to function. a balance is needed, or he won’t be able to fulfill his ultimate goal. 

but rollo wants to eat lots and well, he wants to rest for hours and hours, he wants to take breaks and be entirely unproductive. sometimes, he wants to be as carefree as the other students here. to laugh. the truth of this world is a heavy burden to bear, and thankless work, but he will do it all for them. all of these thoughts, the yearnings, the desires... all of these cement his belief that he is far, far from pure. 

for one who has made his own misery his home, your stubborn self is the largest obstacle. of course it would be you, a magicless person from another world, a world without his curse, that reaches out their hand to him.

you make it hard to keep himself to his promises. though, at first, rollo had believed he’d been taking you underneath his wing- now, it sometimes seems like the roles have been reversed. you offer him food and, out of politeness alone, he could never have denied. but you stick with him until he has no choice but to give into his vices, and your smile almost makes it worth it. you never let him pay you back (the school already offers you so little money to begin with!), and so his debt to you only grows day by day.

you always insist he promises to go to bed early, and he does feel guilty for not holding onto it. both of you know it doesn’t achieve much. he saw your worries deepen the lines in your forehead day by day and, in the end, saw to it that the bags underneath his eyes were largely hidden by makeup. lying is a filthy deed, most definitely, but if it’s to keep a pure being such as yourself happy... that is a sacrifice he’s willing to make. he finds himself caring about your moods, your opinions of him, more and more. rollo doubts you share the depth of his feelings, and would never mention them. you deserve better.

(you deserve better, but he can’t help but wanting to be around you. your presence brings him peace of mind, even if it’s only temporary. rollo loves showing you around different parts of the city he loves so much, in the name of cultural education. really, he just wants an excuse to be around you more often. he is self-aware enough that his desire to be around you morphed into a need somewhere along the line, and depriving himself of your presence becomes a new form of personal torture.)

you hold a lightheartedness he can’t capture himself. you insist on telling him about ‘earth bonding practices’, or ‘totally normal greetings’, which he chooses to believe you on only because there is nothing that could possibly disprove you. he’ll let you kiss his cheek, and hold his hand around the schoolground, no matter how it makes him feel. (too good.) too embarrassing. you sneak pictures of him, too, and the ones he’s seen make him want to hide his face behind his handkerchief forever. his face, reddened with ugly blotches reaching up all the way from his neck. it’s horrific. no matter how often you call him cute, you’ll never be able to change his mind on that. 

perhaps he is selfish for wanting to keep you away from other magic users, but, that is one sin he will not hate himself for.

notes: not the most healthy dynamic + written before the masquerade event finished. i was just thinking about you being a magicless student at nobel bell instead, somehow transported there and taken in instead-- i just like thinking abt rollo atm </3

to rollo, your transportation is merely one more reason to hate magic. you were pulled away from your world, your home, and your loved ones, by the whims of some magical, unknown force. he despises himself once again for the powers he has been cursed with, the ones that have caused so many such suffering and discomfort. not only that, you’re staying at a school he is in part responsible for as the student council president. in a way, he feels responsible for you, as well.

it must be truly uncomfortable to spend so much time surrounded by people unlike yourself, and filthy ones at that, to live your life always being the odd one out. to be surrounded by ones similar to what got you in this mess, most of all. 

he decides to take you under his wing. rollo has a busy schedule and, especially at first, his guidance extends to making sure you begin to understand the culture around you. because he has no time himself, he will assign you a tutor to help you keep up with the classes you’re being made to attend. you have an incredible amount of knowledge to catch up on, and none of it is any fault of your own. he’s much easier on you and more pleasant towards you than the rest of the student body, which is something that’s quickly picked up on. it’s the safe to say you’re his favourite, whether his fondness for you is returned or not.

rollo will always try to make time for you though, because he's absolutely fascinated with the world you've come from. it’s impossible for him not to get excited about a world without magic existing in some other universe, and thriving. he's hungry for whatever information you're willing to share, and can sometimes border on pushy when asking about it. he's actively taking notes. you could see this as his studious nature as the student council president poking through, but, in reality, it's for him to collect ideas as to how the world that will arise from the ashes might look like. your world functioned without magic, so, perhaps, emulating yours would be the most successful.

in return, he will tell you about his own thoughts and feelings on magic. on this subject, he’ll be much more honest than to anyone who has been born in twisted wonderland. they’ve had a lifetime’s worth of positive stories about magic. compared to them, you’re a blank slate. you’re one of the few who might understand his point of view, who could possibly understand him. it’s then his eyes burn with the most passion. he’ll pull out all the stops to try and get you on his side- primarily through weaponising your own feelings against you. weren’t you ripped away from your home, within the blink of an eye? don’t you remember all that you lost, and all that might still be waiting for you? it was all stolen from you. he wouldn’t even blame you for being mad at him as well; you’d be well within your right.

he’ll make sure you get some kind of role on the student council, no matter how minimal it is. rollo makes up some kind of argument about an entirely different point of view, the one of a magicless person, being able to provide new insights into the decision making process.... but really, he just likes having you around. 

How would Rollo like getting pegged by a femdom!MC?

notes: nsfw content throughout, buuuuut a lot more pre-sex stuff than sex stuff HAHA that’s just how it goes with rollo, i suppose

Rollo would have no clue what pegging is before you bring it up to him. In general, he's far from adventurous in the bedroom, though willing to hear you out on whatever you want. With pegging in particular, he's a little apprehensive at first. He just isn't sure what to expect, or how it might feel and, honestly, he's simply nervous. He'd prefer to be eased into anal and see if he likes it at all, which is what he will tell you. 

And 'eased into' means you spreading him open on your fingers until he’s an absolutely incoherent mess. Rollo doesn’t mean to be loud, and absolutely doesn’t want to be, but he is. He’s a lot more warmed up to the idea after you’ve hit his prostate a couple of times with your fingers or, later, a toy. It’s only when he can fully relax into the sensation that he tells you he wants to try. 

He’s very involved in the process, insisting on being with you whether you go to buy the toy and harness online, or in a store. If you already have a full set, prepare for it to be scrutinized. Rollo is precise and diligent in everything he does, a trait that shows through even here, to a point that it might be a bit embarrassing. For you, that is. 

He’ll have ten different tabs open, comparing prices and descriptions and reviews. If you try to tell him that it’ll be fine, he’ll ask you with a deadpan expression “what if it breaks inside me?”. He is not joking. If you go to a store, he’ll ask the attendant there plenty of questions and, if possible, ushers you to try the harness on. 

When it finally comes down to the act itself, he’s remarkably quiet. He’s worrying about if it’ll fit, if he’s clean enough, if it’ll feel good- It’s best to get him off once first so he can loosen up. He wants you to fuck him in missionary position, at least the first time, and would absolutely lose it if you jerked him off while pounding into him. Most of the noises he makes are completely incomprehensible, but it’s clear that he absolutely does not want you to stop.

No matter how tired he is though, he’ll always drag himself (and you, if possible) into a shower or bath afterward. He can’t stand passing out covered in that many different fluids, thank you.

rollo with a smartphone would be the unintentionally funniest thing in the world. he uses a phone like a grandpa. he would take a pic of himself with the blankest expression in the world from the most horrible angle and send it to you and not think twice about it. he uses too many ellipsis while typing, but otherwise it’s like he’s writing an email to one of his teachers. 

but also when he’s reading poetry he would send you lines that remind him of you and they’re the most heartwrenching things ever. and then after that he sends a picture of one of the city goats captioned with a ‘:)’ LMAO

i fucking love this guy.

AAAA you've got me curious now! Can I request hc's for what rollo would want his wedding to look like?? I just love how you write him <33!!

anon asked: hc post of rollo’s wedding ideas please i’m itching to know

This is more so Rollo's 'fantasy' of what he'd like the wedding to look like rather than what it might actually look like. (as he would obv be influenced by your desires and input, and those would differ so strongly from person to person i can’t account for it in a post like this.) realistically, his wedding would be SUUUUCH A STRESSFUL EVENT FOR HIM! but this is all from his mind and not exactly realistic.

He would want his wedding to happen in a place with historic value. This may mean that it’s important to your relationship specifically, but most likely it will be a place in the City of Flowers that has seen many marriages throughout the centuries. Most of all, if possible, he would like the ceremony to take place in the Belltower. As closed off as the school campus is to outsiders though, he can’t really see such a thing being allowed. Still, when he imagines it, it’s most often there that he sees it happening.

Overall, he’d want it to be a subdued affair, but no less of a joyful one. Rollo is simply not the type to enjoy large gatherings of people, and would honestly feel uncomfortable being surrounded and congratulated by people he hardly knows. His family would most definitely be there, as they are very important to him, but he leaves whoever you invite up to you. (After all, depending on whether you come from Twisted Wonderland or not, you may not have any family to invite.) In his mind, Rollo always leaves one chair purposefully empty for his brother. 

The fashion is, quite frankly, a little beyond him. If there’s anything he will admit his knowledge is lacking on, it’s this. What he would like to have a say in is the type of flowers used in the corsage. (Rollo would, in fact, be rather picky about the flowers that are displayed during the wedding, and would insist on having quite a few. He’s most favourable towards magical flowers that can only be found in his city.) He would very easily allow you to dress him, but will outright refuse if it’s anything flashy. He simply will not. The only thing he’s rather fixated on is you wearing white. Other than that, he would let you decide on your own what you’re most comfortable in. A strong proponent for not seeing each other until the actual ceremony. 

Oh, the food! Rollo is admittedly rather enthusiastic about that. He might have made some specific notes on it already. If anything’s going to be extravagant about the ceremony, it’s going to be the wedding cake he has in mind. He would be absolutely delighted if you’d let him go all out on that. (And he can’t help but think of you and him going to a bunch of different places around the city as well, taste testing for the big day.) He would adore having little versions of the two of you on top of it as well. 

The exact look of the rings are always a little vague in his fantasies. What does stick out to him clearly is this: The thought of exchanging the one he wears now, the one with the ruby on it, for the ring that will signify the bond you two are about to enter. It would be like shedding off his past self, and becoming closer to you. It could be so symbolic. 

In the setting he’s imagined so far, Rollo wouldn’t mind being the center of attention much, and so he’s grown fond of another idea; taking you for the first dance of the evening. He’d make sure to practice with you plenty beforehand, too. He knows he would need it, and that he shouldn’t err on such an important aspect. There’d be a live band present as well.

Rollo with hydrangea and lime blossom pls? 🌺

Yandere Flower Themed Asks

Rollo would have different feelings depending on whether Reader is magicless or not, I usually go with Magicless!Reader as the default, but if you want Mage!Reader headcanons as well, please let me know!

Hydrangea - How would this yandere react if their darling gave them affection? What is their internal thought process like? 

Rollo would be very conflicted, though it also depends a lot on what stage in your relationship you're at. His guilt is the red thread throughout all of it, though. He hasn't done anything to deserve this yet. He's failed to make the word a better place, and so, no matter how much he wants you never to stop, he can't fully accept it yet.

On the other hand, Rollo is someone who has always felt very lonely on account of never showing his true feelings in front of anyone. He is, without a doubt, touch-starved, and any affection coming from you feels like a blessing. It's the strength that keeps him going. If you continue to push and be affectionate, he'll eventually 'break' and become downright clingy.

Lime blossom - Do the yandere’s feelings for their darling fall more under “love” or lust? 

Definitely 'love', rather than lust. Rollo is not very interested in sex or masturbation in general, it's just not something that he thinks about. More specifically than just love, though, he has a very strong desire to protect you. He wants you to see him as your hero, as a saviour. As long as you would tell him that his wishes are pure and his actions are righteous, he could do anything.

thank you so much for all the rollo content,, highlight of my days, really.. for yan alphabet L, I, H and X? think X will depend quite a bit on whether reader is a mage or not tbh. rather than a sense of worship he’d feel like he’s saving them lol

notes: yandere

i’m glad you’ve been enjoying it :D!! i really like writing for rollo myself <3 a lot of my headcanons differ from mage vs. magicless reader, so honestly it’s always a bit hard to balance them HAHA i tend to focus mostly on magicless reader since mc is one, and otherwise i’d be writing two sets of headcanons for every post. pls feel free to ask for stuff with mage reader tho :3!! 

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Rollo likes to think of a calm and simple future with you. In a world without magic, where no one will be senselessly harmed any longer, and he’s found peace within himself. After he’s fulfilled his ultimate goal, what more could he hope to achieve with his life? The rest of his days, he could devote to you, and never grow bored of it. He doesn’t want extravagance or excitement, just you would be enough. In his fantasies, neither of you ever has to work or leaves to meet with friends. It’s just the two of you. 

More specifically, he imagines a small, happy wedding, with one chair left empty for his little brother. He imagines living in a small home in the City of Flowers, or a cottage in walking distance from the city walls; he could never go far from his beloved city. Rollo enjoys the thought of himself baking for you, though whatever he makes will likely pale in comparison to the bakeries he loves so much.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Rollo yearns for quite a while, as he believes his personal feelings shouldn’t take precedence over his goal. None of this is your fault, and he is not upset with you for it. As his plans begin to fall more and more into place, he may be more likely to approach you. Before that, he still watches you whenever he has the chance, and zones out if you’re in his field of vision. He has extensive notes on you, your likes and dislikes, your family tree, and all of your social connections. If he’s particularly smitten, you could find yourself having a ‘secret admirer’, leaving letters in flawless handwriting accompanied by a croissant or some local sweets.  

Once he finally makes up his mind to approach you, he can hardly contain himself. His hands are folded behind his back, otherwise you would see how much he’s fidgeting. Rollo’s face is as calm as it would be at any other time. If not for the blush creeping onto his face, you wouldn’t be able to tell anything was amiss. 

“May I have a moment of your time?” He would say, lightly bowing his head. Rollo would ask you out on a date, or an ‘outing’ as he calls it, promising to show you all of the beauty the city has to offer, and ensuring you’ll enjoy yourself. 

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Sweat beads on your forehead, despite your distance from the fire. Rollo is pressed against your back as he leans his full weight against you, his chest stuttering with how fast he’s breathing. He’s clutching the railing so tightly that his knuckles are white. Below you, the world has descended into a hellscape of flames, yelling, and raw desperation. Some of them are your friends, and some of them you might not have known as well, but still- You cannot believe they were deserving of this fate. He presses his face against you. Rollo is shaking all over, and so does his voice.

“As foolish as they are... These villains’ salvation is truly a beautiful sight to behold, isn’t it?”

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

You are different from him. Where he is inherently cursed, burdened by magic, you are pure and clean existence. The sinner, and the saint, extending their hand to him in their endless mercy. Though he wouldn’t go as far as to directly worship you, he very much considers you as more valuable and worthy than himself. Even once he is fully ‘cleansed’, he’d continue to be hard on himself when it comes to you. He takes your opinion of him very, very seriously. 

If you were to deny him, you would really be putting him in a tough position. Rollo feels guilty about placing the burden of his feelings on you, but he can’t rid himself of them either. You’ve rooted yourself in his mind, and he cannot get you out. He would try to become friends with you instead, trying to convince himself that it would be enough, all the while lying to himself. Rollo would constantly be teetering on the edge of giving in. There would come a moment he would snap and give into temptation, apologising while he does so and forever cursing himself, but secretly being glad to finally being able to touch you.

omg if we can ask abt the yan alphabet for rollo … i really wanna know your thoughts on A, J and Y

notes: yandere

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Rollo is bad at initiating physical affection (if he tries to hold your hand, that’s a big deal for him), but his affection for you will show in different ways. He is incredibly attentive when listening to you, and never seems to forget anything you say. Rollo simply loves hearing you speak. He tries his best to express this and his deep general affection for you by making you feel special and heard. Put simply: He’d be scarily good at giving gifts. 

If you have a particular strong interest or a hobby you enjoy, he’ll read up on it obsessively until he’s just as knowledgeable as you, if not even more so, or even pick up doing it himself. You don’t have to tell him about these interests, either. He’ll find out on his own. 

(if you are a mage, the ultimate show of mutual affection to rollo would be for you to throw yourself on the pyre for him, for your magic to turn into kindling and flicker out. he cannot follow you yet, as much as he wants to, there are things for him left to do... but it is his grandest fantasy.) 

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Jealousy with Rollo is a mixed bag. In theory, he doesn’t actively dislike the idea of you spending time with others. He’s busy, working towards the salvation that will save all, and he doesn’t want you to be lonely. The list of people Rollo approves you spending time around is incredibly short, however. And he really does wish he could spend more time around you. Jealousy is a filthy feeling, and it’s one he cannot escape from. 

It would be hard for you to tell he’s feeling jealous, especially because he often observes you hanging out with friends from a distance instead. He presses his handkerchief into his face so hard he can hardly breathe through the fabric, and angrily mutters to himself until he’s calmed down. His feelings are stronger if your companions are mages and, in that case, he imagines their burning as well.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Rollo has mastered the art of yearning. This is where his obsessive nature really shines. Long before he’s realised the nature of his feelings for you, or just how strong they truly are, his diary entries are filled with mentions of you. Pages and pages full of them. Rollo has thought so far ahead and had so many fantasies that you might as well be married already. He could well spend months engaging in friendly conversations, before ever making a true move. But it depends on what point of time you are to meet him, too. Around the festival, his emotions are already running very high, and so it’s likely he’ll snap then. 

Otherwise, it’s a slow build, both in his budding feelings and his growing guilt.

man :( i may need to dust off a sfw blog to write a longer fic version of this but im thinking about rollo man... 

becoming friends with rollo when you’re both first-years. he’s not the most expressive, and he’s often the tallest in the class already, but contrary to his appearance he’s kind and thoughtful. he’s also clearly a very gifted mage, and you are very average, but this doesn’t influence the way he interacts with you at all. rollo never hesitates to share his notes and happily tutors others in his free time, including you, if you ask, and always seems to be helping out others in one way or another. his love for noble bell college and the entire city is palpable, and if given the chance, he’ll happily rattle off facts about its history. you think he’d do charity for all of the citizens, if he could. a hint of a smile plays around his lips when he does so. he overworks himself, while telling you to avoid doing exactly that all the while. 

more than anything else though, rollo loves his family. he goes home to visit them every break, always with gifts. his mood before leaving and after returning is significantly improved, and he talks about his younger brother quite a bit as well. rollo isn’t the type to complain much, but he speaks of his brother’s irresponsible behaviour and the trouble he causes from time to time, though never with much bite. 

a week before everything changes, rollo asks you a question. how do you save someone who doesn’t want to be saved? there’s a heaviness clinging to his mood, to the eyes that seem to stare right through you. from the bits and pieces he lets go at your prodding, you figure his brother has either gotten involved with a wrong crowd, or is pushing his magic to the point it’s wearing him down entirely. it seems incredibly difficult for him to talk about. 

he leaves, for a while. when you see him again, you are both second-years. you don’t need to be told what’s happened. when rollo returns, he looks hollowed out. there are deep bags underneath his eyes, and his skin is paler than ever. he’s distracted whenever you speak to him, no longer as attentive as he used to be. his expressions have shifted from calm, to blank. he no longer tutors other students or helps them practice their spells, instead isolating himself in his room to ‘study’. often, you see him scrawling away in a book he always carries on him. he eats less, sleeps even worse. though he was never the most talkative, he enjoyed sitting down with other students and listening in, hearing what was going on all around the school. now, he no longer shows up. with noble bell being relatively small, everyone knew everyone, and word always spread fast. so do the rumours about rollo and his health, but no one who goes in to check on him succeeds in breaking through his hell. your words don’t seem to get through to him, either.

one day, he sits you down, and rollo asks you a question. how do you feel about magic? you must not have given the right answer because, at the end of your conversation, he simply tells you that he’s sorry for you. one day, you’ll understand. then, he will come to you again. after that, while rollo never grows unkind, is never mean or dismissive to you, there’s a distance. a gap you simply cannot bridge. as he moves up in the ranks of the school ever further, climbing up to the rank of council president, you are left below.

when you are both third-years, you only observe rollo from a distance. he carries the bell around his neck and the staff in his hand like a burden. he has grown taller, yet skinnier. to you, he has become unrecognizable. the rough lines of the person he was are still there, at his core, he’s still the same, but the details- the way he carries himself, the way his expressions shift, the way he speaks to others... have been altered. looking at him hurts, but your efforts have long since been futile. when you speak of him, you no longer call him by his name, but rather refer to him as the president.

how do you save someone who doesn’t want to be saved?

notes: unhealthy relationship, could be read as yandere

rollo is insistent about the fact that he’s not a jealous partner. he would call himself lenient, even. 

because he knows that those friends of yours are filthy cretins, and yet he allows them to spend time around you. though he knows their mere presence could corrupt you, he cares about you, and wants to see you happy. he will begrudgingly admit that they, even though it’s not as large as a part as he contributes, add to your happiness. he will tolerate it.

because rollo knows he’s a good boyfriend, one who would never stoop to a childish emotion such as jealousy, would never stoop to something borne out of insecurity. (he has nothing to be insecure about. you are his, and he is yours. that is all that matters.) no, these feelings do not stem from a feeling of jealousy, but rather a desire to keep you safe. in a world so drenched by magic, everyone is corrupted. rollo himself is no different- but at least he is aware of it, and can put a damper on his urges. 

because rollo is nothing but diligent in anything he puts his mind to, it does not take him long to unearth your friend’s dirty secrets, one after the other. and though he would not try to taint you himself by trying to change your behaviour, others are not nearly as lucky. he will hold anything he finds over their heads, anything for them to leave you alone, and for them to push you closer ot himself.

because, after all, who would believe that the stern, but ultimately kind, president would have any reason to do such a thing?