someone play big bank ft nicki minaj bc uh oh, back again
IM SO SORRY i am so in love with your writing
may i request someone falling into a deep sleep (either the reader or the character- it can be diff for every scenario if u want !!) and the other person has to perform True Love’s Kiss™ but it goes wrong (nothing too angsty pls im too weak)
that one scene between luz and hunter from the owl house, somebody falls, the cpr kiss between apple white and darling (man there are a lot of failed kisses in media) and any other shenanigans you can think of
with riddle, jamil, neige, ace/deuce, jade, and anyone else you want to do !
tysm in advance !!
A/N: OH MY GOODNESS THANK YOU SO MUCH??? AND PLEASE DONT APOLOGIZE I LOVE SEEING WHAT OTHER PEOPLE WANT TO READ!! I also have some spare time before stuff picks up later in the semester, so I'm getting most of my writing done now ;;;; I never watched any of those shows, so I just went with 'gone wrong after', if that's alright!
-He knew that mer was up to no good, especially when Floyd outright ASKED to be Riddle's partner
-Despite his gut instinct, he went along with it and, of course, Floyd threw in one of the ingredients sitting on the shelf, the entire jar sinking below the surface of the potion that threatened to bubble over and spill
-It never bubbled over, rather it EXPLODED
-Riddle would have lost his mind screaming if it wasn't for the way that his head began spinning and how quickly he seemed to be falling to the ground.
-Ace and Deuce, of course, were the ones who came to grab you, hoping to save their dorm leader
Outside of the infirmary, you stand with your arms crossed, glaring at both the boys.
"Have you forgotten that I have no magic? I can't wake him up," Ace groans, rolling his eyes.
"But if you do, he might feel, oh, I don't know, indebted? So he'll feel bad when he goes to collar us." You fight the urge to smack Ace and look to Deuce, who's staring at the ground in shame.
"You too?" The blue haired boy doesn't respond and you sigh. "What do you want me to do?"
"Well, there's this fairytale thing..." Ace starts with, face breaking into a grin. "And it says it'll break any curse, so-"
"Are you talking about the-?!" You punch his arm, face flushing a bright red. "I knew you were up to something stupid!"
"You like him, he likes you! What, did ya want Deuce to kiss him?!"
"What the fuck, Ace?" Deuce shoves Ace, who cackles and turn to you, walking forwards quickly and making you stumble back into the infirmary, quickly slamming the door closed and yelling from the other side.
"Good luck, Prefect~" Ace coos. "Oh, I also told Trey that you woke him up already. Won't wanna make our resident baker sad, would we? He told me that he'd make you something as a thank you~"
"Damn you, Trappola," More laughter as footsteps echo down the hallway and disappear, leaving you in the dimly lit infirmary.
And an unconscious Riddle.
You take a breath, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring down at his soft face. He was always boyishly handsome in a way that made your heart flutter whenever he looked in your direction, his stern gaze never failing to make you swoon, much to Ace's dismay. Now that he's asleep, calloused hands for once unclenched and relaxed at his sides, you can take a moment to notice the small things about him that you don't have the chance to normally see.
Everything from the small freckle that sat upon his eyelid, to the dark circles under his eyes, to the way that his face, even in sleep, was still flushed a light pink. You slowly grab his hand and feel a wave of sadness to find it cold. You wonder if he's ever had someone hold his hand, if it was always this cold, if the scowl that was no longer on his face was how he would look no matter what or if it was an expression trained into his soft features.
Biting your lip, you look to the door and back, deciding to suck it up and kiss your crush from the beginning of the school year.
You slowly lean in, lips connecting to his own slightly chapped ones before pulling away slowly. You notice how his crimson eyelashes flutter, his chest rising much higher than it had as he takes a deep breath. His cool gray eyes open to meet your own, thin lips forming a small smile as his half-lidded eyes take in your features.
Until it sets in.
His hand rushes to his mouth and he sits up quickly, making you lean back as to not bump his head. He gapes, mouth opening and closing as a bright red rises up his neck, soon covering his entire face. Riddle stares at you for a moment, terrified before making a sound that was something akin to a dying hamster, scrambling as far from you as possible and trying to get off the bed.
Mumbling to himself quickly, mind seemingly in a frenzy to explain the situation, to find a way other than his first kiss was when he was asleep.
He didn't seem to notice how the blanket got tangled in his and your legs, pulling both of you to the ground with a loud thud. He also didn't seem to notice Professor Crewel standing in the open doorway, the antidote in hand, eyebrow twitching at the scene before him.
"You couldn't wait two seconds?!" The professor groans.
-Both of them were dumb, and partnered up during potions class, accidentally making a potion that exploded all over them both
-What did you expect? You should have offered to separate the two rather than agreeing to Partner with Sebek during the joint lessons...
-Now you're stuck with two sleeping idiots while the professor works on a solution
-It's Epel who suggests that you kiss him to wake him up
"Oh, come on, Prefect!" Epel sighs. "It's not that bad! Besides, we all know that you like him!"
"Why would you think I liked him?!" You retort, frowning at the lilac haired boy, who shrugs.
"You two are always together, even when Deuce isn't there!" Epel fights back. "And he was the first one you met here..."
"He's-he's Ace! He's a bully, and doesn't think at all, and is-is-"
"Just kiss him!"
You scoff, looking down at the sleeping redhead, eyes tracing over the light freckles that crossed over the bridge of his nose. It was weird seeing his face look so... peaceful. For most of when you'd known him, he'd always have a shit-eating grin or a pout. He was always so expressive and seeing him look so still made something in your heart ache.
For a moment, you think about what would happen if he didn't wake up. Epel was right about one thing- that he was your closest and oldest friend here.
He may be annoying and a general menace, but he was still your menace. Ace was still the boy who would do anything to make you smile after Crowley runs you ragged, he was still the same boy who would steal stuff from Heartslabyul's kitchen if he heard that you liked it, dropping it off at your dorm before shyly asking to stay the night because he was sure that Trey had seen him do it and that Riddle was hot on his trail.
He was the one who protected you during countless overblots, throwing his life on the line and using as much magical power that he had to keep you safe. The one who made sure you ate every day, and had enough spare madol in your pockets for when you didn't have the time or the money to eat.
You look at him before frowning, making your resolve. You look at Epel nervously, who apologizes and averts his eyes. Your eyes scan his face once more, lightly brushing some of his ruby hair off to the side as you lean in and press a light kiss to his lips, leaning back and trying to ignore Epel's gagging and laughter.
Ace sighs, eyes slowly opening when you notice your hand was still resting on the crown of his head. You pull it back and the boy laughs softly, moving to sit up, raising an eyebrow.
"You're a perv-" He snickers, making you huff and shove him lightly. "H-hey!"
You rush out of the room, hearing Epel's laughter grow into cackling as Ace's voice sounds from the infirmary. "It was a joke! I meant in a good way! A good perv!" Epel laughs harder as your face flushes and you rush back to Ramshackle.
"Dumbass..." You mumble under your breath.
"And?!" You retort, making Epel snort.
"And he likes you," Rolling his eyes, he puts both hands on your shoulders and frowns, looking deep into your eyes, making you gulp at the intensity of his expression. "Prefect, on behalf of every first year student who is tired of watching you both be pathetic around each other-"
"Okay, Vil~" He lightly smacks your arm.
Laughing, you pull away from him, fighting the blush that creeps up your face as you stare down at Deuce's sleeping expression, lips slightly parted accompanying the soft rise and fall of his chest.
"And imagine how happy you would make Ms. Spade~" Ah, his secret weapon- Deuce's mother who had taken a liking to you due to how often Deuce tells her about you. After learning of your 'other world' situation, she began talking to you more and more often, checking to see how you were doing or if you needed anything. She even offered to allow you to live with her and Deuce over the duration of summer break should you still be here, already making plans to take you out to get clothes of your own (rather than hand me downs from your friends, as well as from the dorm leaders and the teachers).
"Okay, okay, I'll do it..." You mumble. Epel pulls out his phone, camera on when you push him out of the room, huffing at his muffled laughter from behind his hand. "You could be such a bully sometimes!"
"Have fun!" You watch him disappear down the hallway and close the door to the infirmary, sighing as you sit on the edge of the bed, lightly toying with the flimsy sheet that covered the boy.
Smiling, you attempt to fix the smudged spade that covered his eye with your thumb, only managing to smear the makeup further across his face and down his cheekbone. You can't help but rest your makeup-stained hand on his face, feeling how much his body temperature had dropped in his sleep.
Normally when you would help him with his makeup his face was so warm as you held it in your hands, pleading for him to stay still and stop squirming so you can make the shape look neat. You can't seem to forget that same warmth that he would hold when you would both sleep on the floor during sleepovers, the two of you sleeping back to back in between the rest of the first years, legs barely intertwining with one another.
And how his face would flush as you tutored him, feeling his labored breaths dust over your face as you backed away, realizing how close you had gotten to him while trying to explain the problem. The same flush that painted his face after you would thank him for everything, patching up his wounds when he would get into fights on your behalf, silently weeping about how he was doing so well and went back to his old ways. He would let you hold him close then, every ounce of shyness pushed out of his system as he sniffled and you reassured him that he was going great, that you were glad he was there to be your knight in shining armor...
You wanted to see that comforting shade of red again.
Leaning in, you press a kiss just shy of his lips, the corners of your mouths connecting before you shyly lean back, watching his eyelids shoot open.
He gasps and you feel an immense pain in your stomach, winching and hissing as you grab the spot that you realized he had hit.
"P-prefect!" His face pales when he realized that he just had his fairytale moment, and also that he had kissed- and, on instinct, punched- his true love. "I'm so, so, so sorry!"
The rest of the first years made fun of you both- Deuce on the verge of tears apologizing and begging for forgiveness and you with a massive bruise on your stomach, holding an icepack to the spot. He promised he would make it up to you later- or you could hit him back.
-Ate something completely on accident. He was so hungry after his shift, and the fruits on that tree just looked so good... and don't blame him! They looked like normal apples, and they smelled and tasted the same, especially to his half asleep and starved self
-He was passed out in the forest near Ramshackle when you were making your way to Sam's shop, noticing the familiar pair of hyena ears peeking out from within a bush
-You pull him out with a little bit of a struggle, what with the branches getting stuck on his clothes and hair as you attempt to yank him out
-Finally, you manage to get him on his back on the ground, pulling the twigs out of his hair and noticing how, in sleep, his ears still twitch when you accidentally brush too close.
-You shake him a few times, getting more and more nervous when you realize that he wasn't responding
-You pinch his cheek, blow on his face, pulling his ears, you even dump half of your water bottle on him
-You call Leona in a panic, the lion grumpy about being woken up from his nap
-He tells you that he'll tell someone, which you highly doubt, and adds a second solution before hanging up on you
"-or ya can always kiss him."
"Leona, what do you-?!" The sound of a beep signaling the end of the call makes you huff, face alight from the prince's suggestion. You put your phone in the grass, mind racing about what you could do to help him, the kiss echoing throughout your skull and making your heart skip a beat. You fumble to make yourself busy as to get rid of the thought, a blush creeping up your neck at the suggestion as you peeked over to the unconscious hyena beastman.
You feel a stab of pity once you see his vacant expression, freckled and scarred face shifting every once in a while as a reaction to whatever dreams he was having. His brown hair streaked with blonde sways in the afternoon breeze, some of it blowing into his eyes. You hesitantly reach over to brush it away, getting to see the small details you're never close enough to notice.
The heavy freckles that coat his entire face, thickly concentrated on his cheeks and along the bridge of his nose. The light scarring from scraps he'd told you about getting into growing up. You lightly run your thumb over the light nicks that lined right below his bottom lip, small white lines that indicate where he'd accidentally scraped himself while growing in his fangs- a common occurrence amongst beastmen. If your eyes traveled down, you could notice the thin, crack-like scars that creep up his neck and disappear below his collar from Leona's overblot.
You also take a moment to notice just how... frail he seemed when he wasn't as active as he always is. The purplish-blue circles under his eyes that seem even deeper with how his eyes seemed to be sunken in. How narrow his face was, cheekbones prominent. You grab one of his rough, calloused hands in your own, noticing how large his hand was compared to the rest of his forearm. Frowning, you run your hand over his features, wishing that the boy would allow himself a break or at least accept your offer to take over his jobs for him. That he didn't think he owed you anything for trying to help him.
You couldn't deny your crush on him, not even if you wanted to. His clever tricks and pranks never failed to make your heart flutter- and annoy you. No matter how much of an act you could put up, how angry you pretended to be when he stole your bag and wouldn't give it back until you shared your lunch with him, when he purposefully annoyed Grim and ran away, you were sure that he could see through it.
You wouldn't undermine his intelligence so much as to think he didn't notice your nervous stammering, the surefire blush that would make it's way onto your face whenever he got to close. You're sure that only lead to him teasing you more to watch you sputter and try to regain your composure.
Despite all of that, he was still one of your closest friends. He still checked up on you and often (jokingly) doted on you like a worried mother, trying to make you laugh during the times when the pressure of being alone in an alien world seemed to be too much. He would still take time out of his busy day to teach you some tricks about the world, how to get around and get things done with or without the help of magic. He even went so far as to share some of his food with you when he noticed how Grim seemed to be your priority, how you would put him before yourself, neglecting your health.
Despite how he seemed to most of NRC, he was still one of the sweetest, most hardworking, earnest, caring boys you had ever met.
And, you decided, you would not let him wither away here. Sleep curse or not, you were going to wake him up!
You lean in and press a small, inexperienced kiss to his chapped lips, sitting back in the grass and watching as his nose twitches a few times, groaning and sitting up. His light gray-blue eyes open and he gapes at you, jaw hanging open as he presses a clawed hand to his lips, eyes wandering down to your own.
"Y-you..." He mumbles, face flushing. "Do it-...do it again?"
You pause and nod, heart pounding as you lean in, your hand landing atop his own as you both lean in, opting to close your eyes as you feel his warm breath on your face and-
Then you feel a tongue run along the bottom half of your face. You pull back, staring at Ruggie, this time it's your turn to have your jaw dropped. The boy stares, droopy eyes laced with mortification as his ears sit flat atop his head.
You cover your mouth, shoulders shaking as you laugh.
"H-hey! Don't laugh!" He yells, face flushing a brighter red than you had ever thought you would see on the normally laid back boy. "It was my first kiss! I don't know what I'm doing!"
You ended up going on an actual date after that, as long as you swore on your life that you would never tell anybody what happened.
-He invited you to go camping with him
-Most people would turn him down before you even asked, but you were hopelessly in love with the eel, so...
-Here you were, atop one of the mountains near campus, backpack in hand, being tasked with the job of holding the glass terrariums that the boy would put his findings in and trek back to campus with
-That is, until he touched a particularly fascinating mushroom that exploded in his face
-He fell to the ground, unconscious, and you panicked, immediately dropping the terrariums to fall to your knees and shake him, doing anything to try to wake him up
-On the verge of tears, you call his brother, who laughs at the situation
"Just kiss 'im, dummy!" That makes your tears stop as you sniffle and wipe your nose with your sleeve.
"Yeah, you kiss him and he'll wake up. It's a magic thing, you wouldn't get it," The other twin, starting to sound annoyed, groans when you hear Azul's voice in the background beckoning him back to his work station. "I can't!" A distant 'why?' from Azul, clearly fed up with Floyd. "Shrimpy killed my brother!" A louder 'what?!' followed by Floyd's laughter rings from the other side.
"I gotta go!" He hums. "Try to bring him back in... at most three pieces, yeah? Mama would be pissed if I came home without him," You pick up on his soft snickers before the call drops and you drop the phone in disbelief, watching the eel mer sleep. You fashion a pillow out of your jacket, propping his head up so it's not rested against roots and rocks and bugs.
You take a second to run your hands through his teal hair, twirling the black strand around your fingers a few times. "It couldn't be that bad..." You mumble, face heating up at the thought as you stare down at him, sighing as you continue to play with his hair strand, mumbling and swearing to yourself as it gets caught on his earring that glimmers in the afternoon sun.
You work to untangle it, feeling his warm breaths against your forearm, which doesn't hep to stop the shaking of your hands. You try to keep yourself balanced, ducking down to see exactly where the hair strands were tangled.
He had let you touch his shockingly soft hair once before, when you had asked. You ran your hand over the cold sturgeon scale earring, glad that you could finally touch it. Jade had told you the story behind him and his twin's shared earrings as well as other stories from their childhood, which captivated you to no end.
Living under the sea? Swimming with sharks on a daily basis? Having a tail (or tentacles) rather than legs? It all seemed insane to you... and Jade seemed to take great pleasure in telling you all about his hometown.
He had promised to take you there someday, which made you so excited you nearly dropped the glass cup you were drying off after your shift at Mostro, the eel chuckling and lightly chastising you for your clumsiness.
How did he not know that you were in love with him? Someone as observant as him surely would have noticed your reactions around him- his brother sure did.
And Floyd never let you hear the end of it.
He also told you that his twin felt the same way, often going out of his way to push you two together as often as possible. you were considering begging their childhood friend for his help, but you were worried that he would try to take something, despite having changed his ways after his overblot.
You could deny it all you wanted, but you could not deny how his soft touches made you feel. Everything from the gentle way he would look at you when he didn't think you would notice, to the gentle way he held your hands when he was helping you pitch your shared tent, to the domesticity of cooking dinner with him over the campfire the night before.
Without thinking, you slowly kiss him, pulling away once you realized what you had done, face turning a bright red.
Jade's eyes peek open, finding your own as his mouth breaks into a wide, toothy grin, one more earnest and softer than any you had seen. He silently holds your hands in his, moving to sit up as you hear something snap and watch as his body sways to the side before he cascades down the hill and disappears into the bushes.
"Jade?!" You shout, scrambling after him and hearing his muffled groans and swears as he continues to plummet down the hill. "Jade, I'm coming! Hold on!"
Floyd lost his mind when you both came back and Jade had his arm in a sling, finding it hilarious how you managed to bring his brother home in pieces after all...
-It was during one of NRC's family events
-It was heavily guarded, but that still didn't mean that something wasn't going to happen
-Being the son of a wealthy merchant does get you enemies, but it also gives you people willing to do anything to get involved in the family
-So when Jamil taste tested one of the carnival snacks meant for Kalim and fell to the ground, the noble girl throwing a fit about how that was meant for Kalim and how she should have been the one to wake him up with a true love's kiss, all hell broke loose on campus
-Kalim, knowing that you were incredibly close to Jamil, dragged you to the infirmary, pleading for you to kiss his best friend and wake him up
"Kalim, I really can't-"
"Oh, please!" The boy grabs your hand in both of his, eyes brimming with tears and his bottom lip jutting out. "She-she said that the only way to wake him up would be true love's kiss! And he really, really likes you, so it has to be you!" You flush at his statement, hoping to pass it off as just being Kalim's optimism kicking in during the bad situation.
"He's asleep! I-I can't just kiss him!" You shake your head, trying to fight the blush that creeps up your neck. "That's wrong!"
"I'm sure he'd understand!" The boy practically wails. "Just try, please!"
You sigh and try to shake him off, begrudgingly agreeing to help your friend. Of course, you'd been harboring a crush on the boy since you first met him before the Magshift match in October, the crush only growing throughout the rest of the year. His snide comments, dark humor, and responsible nature warmed your heart. Even when he acted like he didn't want your help with preparing dinner, or to help clean up the gym after basketball practice, he still joked and laughed with you.
Even when you noticed how he hung his head with every little compliment you attempted to send his way, suddenly pulling his hood further over his eyes.
You walk into the infirmary, Kalim excusing himself to give you both some privacy. You sit on the chair next to the bed, watching his sleeping face. After the fall, some of his hair had fallen out of his braids and ponytail, cascading down his face. You couldn't deny that he was attractive- his charcoal gray eyes that twinkled with mischief, the way he would bite his lip when he was practicing basketball, toned arms shifting with every move, practically glowing in the lights of the gymnasium. You couldn't help but admire him more when you reached out and toyed with one of the bells that decorated his hair, smiling softly to himself.
The first time you watched him dance, you practically had to leave the room. His long hair that would swirl around him as he spun and stepped, his sharp eyes meeting yours and grinning, baring his slightly sharpened canines. The thought of the moment makes your heart skip a beat as you fight the urge to trace a finger over his sharp features, opting to settle your hand on his cheek, cupping it and running your thumb on the space beneath his eye. With your other hand, you brush a strand of hair out of his face, his sleeping form on display. You take a breath, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his soft lips, backing away and covering your face from the effort.
You watch his face slowly contort into a grimace, groaning as his eyes slowly open, a hand making it's way up to his cheek to hold your own. His hand feels so warm over your own, matching the slow heating of his cheek as you gulp. He gasps softly, quickly sitting up and turning to face you, mouth agape.
"S-sorr-" He cuts you off by practically lunging at you, lips colliding with your own as you yelp and scramble for balance as the chair begins to rock, tipping backwards. Jamil swears and you hold onto him for dear life, one hand pulling his hair and the other awkwardly wrapped around his arm, as you both plummet to the floor.
You walked away with a sprained wrist and he walked away with a sore scalp and a nasty scratch on his forehead, but hey, at least you got a date out of it.
-When you're in the public eye as often as he is, you tend to have a few fans who are willing to go above and beyond to get any sort of interaction with you
-Neige was well aware of this, just just couldn't refuse when one of his fans gave him a box of homemade chocolates, begging him to tell them how it tastes
-He obliged, despite the feeling in his gut as he took a bite of the apple-shaped chocolate, a caramel-like substance leaking out of the side
-One of the volunteers at the event managed to catch him before he hit the ground
-You, being there to support him during the meet and greet, were the second person to get to his side, shaking him and yelling at someone to grab security and a medic
-That's how you both landed here, in the city's hospital.
You sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair at Neige's bedside, the endless flowers and cards sent by fans piling up in the room, barely leaving enough space for you all to walk through. You had to go live on Neige's magicam account on his behalf to thank everyone for their well wishes, but also to kindly ask them to stop sending extravagant bouquets due to the lack of room in the hospital, joking that the nurses were thinking of kicking you two out.
You couldn't help but let your eyes wander over the chat, countless donors and commenters telling you to kiss him.
"True love's kiss, huh?" You said aloud accidentally.
'its like the story, right?'
'they don't know about it?'
'do u think its gonna work?'
'it has to!!!!!!!! THEY'RE BOTH SO CUTE TOGETHERRR!'
You can't help but blush at the comments, quickly thanking everyone once more before turning the live video off, setting his phone off to the side. You were both well aware about your... fanbase. After seeing you and Neige attend so many events together, some of his fans had taken it to the next level.
Fancams of the two of you two together, countless edits of your small moments together that the fans are adamantly arguing is proof of your relationship. You have both received fanart of the two of you together- ranging from very cute (a small drawing of the two of you together having a picnic) to... borderline uncomfortable (pictures of you two and your 'children' named and given personalities by the fan themselves...). You had even been sent popular fanfiction about the two of you from Cater, who laughed like a madman when you called him immediately after he sent the text, flustered and annoyed.
Neige didn't seem to mind, even going as far as to point out the good things about even the worst things you two have been subjected to. ("The anatomy is very well done!" "Neige, it's creepy," You pouted, earning a nervous chuckle from his end.)
You wipe the remainder of his stage makeup off gently, patting his face down with one of the towels given to you by the hospital. The light mascara had smudged in the fray, not having enough time to clean his face off until just now. You gingerly wipe around his eyes and under his soft cheekbones, sighing in defeat when you notice that his long eyelashes don't even flutter at the touch.
Of course you knew what true love's kiss was (aside from the perfume brand that Neige had modeled for a few months prior). Neige had told you the story once after being compared to the infamous Princess by a fan- a girl with an evil stepmother, stepmother orders to get her killed, she runs into the forest and finds seven dwarves, she eats a poisoned apple, the prince kisses her, they wake up, and happily ever after.
You can't help but be skeptical of the situation, especially coming from a world where there is no such thing as magic.
Seeing the disheartened faces of Neige's roommates made your heart sink. Those boys all cared so deeply for their friend, and were so worried when they heard what had happened. You remember Dominic asking if there was anything you could do, hinting at the true love's kiss once more.
You take a breath and lean in, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before slowly peeling back, watching his dark eyelashes flutter as he lets out something that sounds akin to a whimper from the back of his throat. He gasps, deep brown eyes meeting yours and lighting up as he smiles softly, raising a hand to cup your face. You hold your hand over his own before both of your phone begin buzzing incessantly, making you both jump and breaking you out of the moment.
There you see it. A screenshot of a livestream of one of the nurses raving about Neige LeBlanche being in her hospital. And in the background...
You, very clearly, kissing him awake.
You sigh as Neige giggles.
"At least we don't have to worry about telling anyone!"
And so your fanbase grew.
The first years with overbolts:
Y/n: Time for plan G.
Ace: Don’t you mean plan B?
Y/n: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.
Deuce : What about plan D?
Y/n: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Jack: What about plan E?
Y/n: I’m hoping not to use it. Sebak dies in plan E.
Ace : plan E sounds nice.
crowley is (finally) allowing you the choice of leaving ramshackle to move to whichever dorm you please, but you’re still unsure which one to choose. knowing that, everyone is trying to win you over.
author’s note : out of curiousity— of the 7 dorms, which would you choose to live at and why?
part 2 here!
“so, prefect! tell me, which dorm would you like to move to?”
you froze up. you have to make the decision now? “w-way to put me on the spot..” you muttered under your breath, nervously looking at crowley who was expecting an answer. you like all the dorms! how are you supposed to choose just one?
“i’ll go with… heartslabyul? no, no, scarabia! wait, scratch that, i’ll move to pomefi—”
crowley put a hand in front of you, stopping you from speaking any further. “it seems to me that you’re unsure, but it’s no problem! because i’m so very kind, i will give you as much time as you need to consider.”
“thank you, i’ll be thinking things over!” you waved before exiting his office. the door closed and crowley grinned, spinning around in his chair and rubbing his hands together.
“and i will be informing all your little friends that you’re still uncertain on which dorm to move to— a headmaster must keep himself entertained somehow!”
riddle is stressed, brainstorming different ways to convince you to come. he totally might just make a powerpoint presentation on why heartslabyul is the ideal dorm to be in, which is gold.
cater is just acting like he always does. he feels no need to do anything extra, isn’t he charming enough as is to bring you to heartslabyul?
ace “you and me are best friends” trappola. he absolutely exploits the fact that he’s one of the people to you, if not the closest. he bugs you about it so much though, it’s almost becoming counterproductive— not that he realizes it.
like most other times, deuce is dragged into ace’s scheme. and he totally buys that it’ll work too! they have the same logic of “we’re best friends, so they’ll choose us” and they’re gonna die on that hill. of course, until it comes out that you don’t choose them.
trey’s just caught up in the mess. he’s said “riddle, calm down”, “ace, leave them alone— you too, deuce”, and “thank god you’re so chill, cater” so many times.
leona doesn’t put in a lot of effort— he’s already certain you’re gonna choose his dorm. he’s not overbearing, you’re given a lot of free rein, and though the dorm members can be pretty combative, he’ll drive ‘em away if they try to mess with you. why would you go for any of the others?
ruggie’s got nowhere near as much confidence as leona does about this, so he’s going overboard with giving you gifts, doing little acts of service for you, buttering you up with (sincere) praise, anything that might make you gravitate towards picking savanaclaw.
as per ruggie’s request, jack’s (trying to) act sweeter than he normally is, but he just can’t— it’s way too embarrassing for him. he just ends up acting like the regular old him. and spills ruggie’s plan.
persuasion? it’s azul’s time to shine. he’s a master at this stuff, but there’s one mistake he’s making— he’s being so damn persistent and borderline annoying about it! the number one way to drive away customers! unless you’re a fan of that kind of behavior, it’s hard to even consider moving to octavinelle.
but you think it’s hard to catch a break from azul? pfft, he’s got nothing on floyd. there’s hardly any breathing room with him, literally and figuratively. he’s squeezing you nearly every second he’s with you and it’s hard to think around him.
jade just watches from the sidelines. he’s restraining himself from laughing as he sees azul trailing after you like he’s lost or floyd glomping you to the ground. when you’re tired of their antics and manage to get away, he’ll pour you a cup of tea (on the house!), asking if you’re alright. he’s octavinelle’s only hope.
kalim is basically like, “i don’t wanna sway your opinion, BUT—” he’ll tell you the most amazing things about living in scarabia and how cool the dorm and their members are with the biggest grin on his face. he hypes it up so much it’s sounding like the perfect place.
there’s not a lot left for jamil to do is doing since kalim’s doing pretty much all the work. just to pull you in a little closer though, he’ll give you more treats (made by him) during the day, sometimes reminding you that you could have his cooking every day if you lived at scarabia.
now, vil is sure you already have your sights set on pomefiore— but he’s not gonna take any chances! so he sends rook and epel to spend some time with you. or in other words, advertise their dorm. he’s expecting to see you with luggage soon, asking where their spare room is.
rook is having a field day, he’s probably having the most fun out of everyone here. he’s reciting poems he wrote just for the occasion and practically throwing flower bouquets at you, all while epel…
epel stands off to the side, awkwardly watching rook. he freezes up when told by rook to “show y/n how much you want them to choose pomefiore!” and his brain malfunctions, trying to put together a poetic sentence. all that came out was, “i’ll.. cut apple slices for you..?” not quite what rook had in mind, but it’s beautiful in it’s own way.
idia is extremely anxious— he wants you to pick his dorm, but has no idea how to convince you into doing it. or even how to make his dorm look like an appealing place to be. he feels like the greatness of his dorm pales in comparison to the other ones, so he kinda just hopes a miracle will happen and you’ll choose ignihyde.
oh, malleus is dead set on having you in diasomnia, you have no idea— he’s pulling out all the stops, pulling so many strings. wins “the most desperate” trophy by a landslide. it’s hard to tell though when he seems so nonchalant.
everyone’s trying so hard, it’s amusing, lilia thinks. it all looked like a ton of fun, so of course he was gonna hop onto the “winning you over” bandwagon! he’ll recount all the fun stories he and his dorm mates have had at diasomnia! such as studying gargoyles, and training, and the horrific yet oddly comedic injuries had during training… you question if lilia is throwing you off on purpose.
sebek’s bugging you whenever he gets the chance, boasting about his dorm. diasomnia is the best dorm all around! not only do you have the pleasure of worshipping the young lord, there’s plenty of fun things to do— don’t mind the dark, intimidating atmosphere! now, why don’t you just go and tell the headmaster your choice already?
silver honestly doesn’t know what he’s doing, he’s just goin’ with the flow. when sebek sent him after you, it was a bit awkward. he just said, “you can protect malleus with us and take naps with me :)” and called it a day. is it not enough to have you completely sold though? ♡
you let out a groan as you slumped on top of your bed, grim following after you.
“these guys have been draggin’ you all around! they’re treatin’ this like war!”
“no kidding.” you sighed, turning over on your back. “crowley just had to tell them, didn’t he? now they’re all trying so hard, it’s just making deciding on only one of them more difficult. i don’t wanna hurt any feelings.”
. . .
“should i just eeny-meeny-miny-moe it?”
"cuddle piles and kisses," twisted wonderland first years.
synopsis: after being invited to [name]'s dorm for a sleepover, the first years end up cuddling to sleep. before they fall asleep, [name] makes a point to kiss all of them goodnight - leaving them flustered before bed.
characters: ace, deuce, jack, epel, & sebek x gender neutral! reader
includes: nothing but fluff i think..?
note: the requests will be posted soon because there's a lot and i've had a really bad case of writers block recently.
dorm leaders react to the cuddle pile!
it was 2:48 am on a saturday morning. the first years were all in ramshackle for a sleepover that you had organized. you've done almost everything that you had planned to do except sleep. so here you were, with your first year besties cuddled up in a pile of blankets and pillows.
ace -- was to the far left of you, holding your hand while facing towards you. he wasn't cuddled up close to you because deuce was there. he was still satisfied with being able to hold your hand, an intimate thing he wants to do with you that he's only been able to fantasize. his thumb traced random letters and shapes on the back of your hand. when you start to doze off, he traces: i love you, and a bunch of hearts on the back of your hand.
deuce -- got one of the arguably best spots in the cuddle pile after epel. he was curled into your left side, lying his head on a pillow and your chest and his arms wrapped around you. he loved how close he was to you and he slept almost baby-like with how he could hear your heartbeat. it was reassuring, and each calm and rhythmic 'thump!' gave him more reasons to love you. (it also made is own heart beat a lot faster unlike your calm ones.)
jack -- was like a pillow shifted to the right. your was head on his chest and it was near his heart and he had to thank the great seven for letting him stay calm so his heart wouldn't beat 100 miles a minute. he enjoyed the feeling that you were relying on him partially. he even built up the courage to play with your hair/shoulders. he was like a masseuse! (his tail was also wrapped around your waist because if it wasn't, it'd be wagging a lot in satisfaction!)
epel -- had what everyone envied. he got the best place, the best pillow, everything. he got the lap spot. his head was laid on your lap as his hands were wrapped around your waist drawing shapes near jack's tail and deuce's arms. he soon realized he had the best spot in the cuddle pile. he got to use your lap and tummy as a pillow while being really close to you! your free (right) hand played with his hair and he loved it. (he was thankful for once that vil liked to keep his hair so soft.)
sebek -- was to the far right of you. he was facing the ceiling, but had no contact with you unlike the others. you offered him your hand which he declined because, "i don't need some pathetic human's hand!" but he did feel slightly upset when you pulled your hand and used it play with epel's hair. but when epel fell asleep you removed your hand from his hair and grabbed sebek's hand yourself, intertwining your fingers. he fell asleep much happier and more comfortable with the reassurance that you're there. he squeezes your hand gently on occasion, and if he's lucky, he get's a squeeze back.
you were all cuddled up nicely after this successful sleepover. you were all beginning to nod off before you remembered one thing that you absolutely wanted to do. you didn't know if they were sleeping and you defiantly didn't want to wake them up if they were sleeping. hesitantly, you say, "are you all still awake?"
small mumbles of affirmation came from each person to signal they were in fact awake. you smiled, the plan would work! you nudged epel, asking him to get up. he complied, although a bit grumpy he'd have to give up his thigh pillows temporarily. you removed jack's tail and epel and deuce's hands from your waist softly.
you crawled over to sebek first, leaning down to give him a kiss on his forehead. "goodnight, sebek. thank's for coming to the sleepover, i hope you enjoyed it! sweet dreams," you placed another one on his cheek. "g-goodnight, human. sweet dreams to you to as well."
luckily it was dark or else you would've seen the blush that painted his cheeks. sure, it wasn't a kiss on the lips but it was a kiss. he was ecstatic. his joy didn't show on the outside except for the blush, but his joy would show in his dreamland fantasies where he got an actually kiss on the lips from you.
you then turned around to jack. you kissed his forehead, they you ruffled his hair and gave affectionate scratches to his ears. he had to literally sit on his tail so that it wouldn't start wagging. he was so happy but he hid that. only a faint blush covered his cheeks.
"g'night, jack! sweet dreams. sorry you'll have to miss your morning run for this, but i hope you enjoyed it," even in the dark, he could see your sincere yet apologetic smile. "i enjoyed it so it's fine, [name]. sweet dreams and goodnight to you too." you kissed his cheek and then ruffled his hair and scratched his ears again. the wolf beastman hoped that because it was dark, you couldn't see his flushed cheeks.
you crawled over jack and deuce's body to ace, who was propped up on his elbows watching your interactions with the others. that means he was next and he was so excited! "night, ace. have sweet dreams, kay?" you gave two kisses to both of his cheeks and ruffled his hair playfully. "night to you too, [name]~" he cooed. although he seemed chill about it, his cheeks were hot from being so flustered.
you returned to you spot in the middle, where epel crawled back on your lap and deuce laid his head on your chest. you leaned your head over to the side to kiss deuce's forehead. "night, deuce," you kissed the bridge of his nose because you couldn't reach his cheek. "dream about me, 'kay?" you said it in a teasing tone, leaving his heart beating even faster and making his cheeks extremely red. "good n-night to you too, [name]," he says before yawning. he was defiantly gonna dream about you.
epel waited a few seconds before crawling up to your face. he had the best spot in the cuddle pile but he missed out on the best part of it! "where's my good night kiss, [name]?" he teased, but you could pick up the actually question in his tone despite being tired. "i couldn't get to you with deuce on me, but you just made it easier," he didn't understand what you meant by making it easier, but he found out when your lips connected with his cheeks.
"thank's for coming tonight epel. it must've been hard to convince vil, but i'm glad you did it. good night epel. have sweet dreams." you were about to lean in to deliver a kiss to his other cheek but he beat you to it. his lips connected with yours, giving you instead a good night kiss. "good night, [name]. i hope you have sweet dreams as well and liked my gift for inviting me." he gave a teasing smirk before crawling down and laying back on your thighs. he kissed your stomach a little before resting his head.
later, that morning, you were the last person to wake up. before you woke up, ace and deuce were yelling at epel because they witnessed him kissing you. sebek tried to stop them because he was annoyed with their yelling. jack, on the other hand, tried to stop them from yelling so that they wouldn't disturb your beauty sleep. they all (and would never admit this) thought you looked amazing while sleeping, they only wished if they took a picture of you.
they were all so very thankful that you invited them over for the sleepover. they had the most amazing dreams thanks to having the cuddle pile and your good night kisses. please do invite them for a sleepover again, [name]!
dorm leaders react to the cuddle pile!
twst Incorrect quote #266
MC: “I keep a picture of us in my wallet. Every time I’m having a hard time, I take it out to look at it.”
Ace, Deuce, Grimm: “Awe~”
MC: “And then I tell myself that ‘If I can handle these three idiots’ shenanigans, I can face anything.’”
Same brain cells trio: “Oh…”
the first years crushing on you
characters: ace, deuce, jack, epel, sebek
other crushes: housewardens
When Ace likes you, there’s a lot of back and forth banter and teasing between the two of you. He’s a bit mean, but he knows (or at least, he hopes he knows) that you don’t take it to heart. He likes to talk a big game but Ace is kind of hopeless when it comes to romancing someone. Such a showoff for you.
Because your clubs meet on different days, Ace often bugs you to come to practices. Most times you say no since you use your free time to catch up on studying or to do preparation for your next club meeting, but today’s different and you take up Ace’s offer to watch practice.
There’s a practice game going on when you enter the gym, shoes squeaking against the polished wood floors. Jamil and Ace drive down the court, shouting and dribbling. As you sit down in the bleachers, you watch Jamil pass the ball to Ace, who notices you out of the corner of his eye. He bounces the ball twice and says, “This one’s for you!” Without even looking at you, you know who he’s talking to.
It’s also at the exact moment that Floyd chooses to take the game seriously, crouching down into a defensive position from his previously lazy stand, eyes gleaming with mischief. Ace aims and shoots and the ball, predictably, is blocked when Floyd jumps up.
“Too bad, crabby,” he jeers and Ace scowls at him. Jamil looks exasperated as he throws a look at you that tells you to fix whatever you started.
“Don’t worry, Ace,” you yell. “You’re always a winner in my heart!”
When Deuce realizes that he likes you as more than a friend, he stops being able to function normally around you. He’s dropping things left and right, stuttering and tripping over most of the things he says to you, and he’s some shade of pink constantly.
Deuce never wished for the ground to swallow him whole more than this moment. He’s standing, frozen, in horror, staring at the tea that drips down the front of your white uniform shirt. Now, this problem is two-fold; one, that’s Riddle tea — or, it was — and Deuce’s sure Riddle��s going to have it out for him, and two, he spilled it on you, the person he likes so much and just can’t seem to do anything right around.
Deuce scrambles to get napkins, the force of his pulling causing the container to topple off the table and skitter across the dorm floor.
“Hey, Deuce,” you say and he steels himself for your ire, for you to tell him you never want to ever talk to him, look at him, or breathe the same air as him. It never comes and instead you smile gently and say, “It’s okay, it’s laundry day tomorrow anyways.”
“I’m really sorry!” he finally blurts out.
“It’s seriously okay,” you say. Then, you add, “Let’s brew another pot before Riddle notices.”
“Notice what, exactly?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Deuce, however, doesn’t feel the impending doom he expected. All he can focus on is the little wink you give him and his face blooms a bright pink.
Because beastmen usually have one partner they’re with for their whole lives, Jack is very discerning about crushes so if he likes you, you’re definitely a special person. Jack tries his best to act casually around you but the excited twitch of his ear and the rapid tail wagging is a dead giveaway. Plus, he puts in a little more effort into whatever he’s doing when you’re around (like Ace, he’s a big showoff around you).
“Are you sure you’re okay with carrying all that?” you ask Jack as the two of you make your way to class. He nods, head still visible over the mountain of boxes. You were running an errand for the librarian when Jack found you struggling to balance the massive pile, swiftly moving to take the entire stack from you.
You have to walk up five flights of stairs to bring the books to the correct section, and Jack does so with ease, the two of you chatting on your way up. You ask about his siblings, watching fondly as he perks up. He asks about your parents and how your grandmother’s health is. You’re surprised he remembers.
“Okay, you can put them down there,” you say, pointing at a table and Jack sets them down.
“Need my help with anything else,” Jack asks, trying his best to subtly puff out his chest.
You consider it for a moment and say, “Yeah, I could use your height.”
Jack resists the urge of his inner wolf to howl proudly, but his wagging tail give everything away.
Epel can’t decide what approach to take with you, if he wants to try to show you his manliness or if he wants to use his cute charm to win you over. He shows a very keen interest in things that you like — he watches shows and reads books that you like so you can talk about them together and he practices activities that you like so he can do them together.
Epel clutches the novel close to his chest, scanning the crowded cafeteria for you. He bristles when some Savanclaw meathead brushes past him roughly, scoffing like it was Epel’s fault. Epel rolls his eyes, glancing down at the book in hand. It’s over five-hundred pages and between school work and Spelldrive practice, it’s a miracle he finished it so quickly. That’s Pomefiore for you, tenacious to the end.
He finds you as you come in with some of your friends and darts for you. He calls your name and you wave at him. “Hey!” You peel off from your group and approach him, smiling widely.
You notice the book in his hand and gasp, “Is that the new book in the Paladin’s Sword series?”
“Yeah!” Epel leaves through the pages and says, “I really enjoy them!”
“Me too!” You ask him, “Have you seen the movies?”
Epel considers lying (he hadn’t lied about liking the books, he did wind up actually enjoying the series) but he shakes his head. You nod sagely and say, “Let’s watch them together sometime then!”
Epel’s heart skips a beat.
Sebek goes to Lilia for advice on what to do about a crush, and given that Lilia is centuries old, the advice is a little old-fashioned. Sebek walks you to classes and brings you bouquets and gives you secret admirer notes that are a little clumsy and awkward, but so Sebek that it’s endearing.
Sebek watches anxiously out of the corner of his eye as you slide an eggshell white envelope out from your textbook. Ace and Deuce “ooh” and “ahh” and tease you over it, Deuce suggesting, “Maybe it’s a secret admirer.”
Ace shakes his head. “Who’d like this one?”
Sebek’s eyes narrow. How dare Ace believe that you were undeserving of affection? Didn’t he know that you were so special and incredible, second in Sebek’s heart only to Malleus? The audacity! How dare he?
Deuce snickers, “Stranger things have happened.”
That’s when Sebek slams his hands down on the desk in front of him and shouts, “HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO THEM THAT WAY, HUMANS? DON’T YOU KNOW THAT THERE’S ONLY ONE BEING ALIVE MORE SPECTACULAR THAN THEM — THE YOUNG MASTER HIMSELF!”
Well, that’s certainly not how he wanted to confess to you, and his heart sinks to his stomach at the deafening silence in the room. When he glances at you, you’re beaming, and his heart is afloat once more.
they cheat on you
#- REVENGE IS BEST SERVED COLD.
featuring !! ace trappola &&. deuce spade, azul ashengrotto &&. floyd leech, leona kingscholar &&. ruggie bucchi, kalim al-asim &&. jamil viper
azul ashengrotto &&. floyd leech
azul had always been… ambitious. you remember when you first met him, his passion enthralling and aspirations exciting as you fell heart first into all that was azul ashengrotto. and you fell hard.
you think that a small part of you always knew that his love was unattainable. but you clutched onto his sick words as he promised that he’d change for you, as he lied that he’d change for you. the ideal of a twisted man pulling himself together for someone like you was too romantic to pass up.
and you loved him. you really did. you loved him, and loved him, and loved him until you lost him.
you found him two-timing you with some other man one year later. you remember his tears then, the tears that fell and fell and fell until there was nothing left. you remember how he felt, shaking in your arms, as you cried with him and tried to untie the knots in your brain.
“we can work this out,” he had said, “we can think of something.”
you remember the anger, but you also remember the doubt. azul promised you that ariel, his part time-lover, was just a fling. a summer’s romance. something that meant nothing when you meant everything. and you almost believed him. how could someone like you suffice for the azul ashengrotto? how could someone like you keep the businessman occupied? he still loved you, right? right?
“wrong,” floyd leech had told you, filing his nails lazily in the mostro lounge as you cried once again in the back booth the two of you shared.
you remember sniffling to him in the corner, using his arm as a tissue to wipe away your tears. “why’re you helping me?”
“cause m’ bored.” he had drawled. and then he grinned at you. a grin so sadistic your tears stopped, a smile so heart-achingly charming you couldn’t do anything but gape up at him.
and that was it. days passed. weeks passed. months passed. you got a part time job at the greenery. you learned how to bake. you mastered that spell that azul had been teaching you for months. you’re also still a student. a senior, at that, but a student nonetheless. oh, and you’re dating floyd now.
floyd filled the holes that azul left. he mended you until you became someone better than you were, picked up your pieces (despite his blatant complaints) and helped you move on. you loved azul. but you yearn for floyd.
“do we hafta go?” floyd whines, tugging on your sleeve as you patiently lead him to the mostro lounge. “don’t wanna see you cry your eyes out again when you lay your eyes on azul.”
you laugh, instead. “this is a celebration for mostro lounge. i don’t care if azul is there. i want to celebrate you.”
floyd begrudgingly pushes you lightly inside, guiding the small of your back with his hands as he tries to blink back his bright red blush. jade grins at him behind pointed gloves, smiling wickedly.
“it’s the first time they haven’t flinched after hearing azul’s name.”
azul sees you as soon as you enter the room. he always does. his eyes naturally find your figure wherever you are, and tonight is no different.
his heart jumps at your smile. you look so happy. he lets himself bathe in your sunlight for mere seconds more until he meets the figure of floyd leech, hand lingering on your back as he blushes down at you.
azul’s never seen him blush before.
the tap on his back pulls him out of his trance, as his new lover gazes up at him with a forlorn smile. they know he still loves you. everyone knows. azul was a shell of himself since you left him, a figure of the man he once was. he’s surprised the mostro lounge is still open today. if it weren’t for the leeches steady reassurance, the business would have quickly gone under in the wake of your departure.
he takes one more look at the two of you before turning away, his smile tight. floyd may love you now, but he loved you first.
ace trappola &&. deuce spade
ace trappola always acts before he thinks. you learn the depths of this on a hot summer morning, his phone in your grasp and your heart in your hands as you read the notifications on his screen.
“ace?” you had called, device tumbling out of your fingertips. “isn’t this, isn’t this your ex?”
the girlfriend he ghosted. the ex-girlfriend saved with hearts in her contact name as she asked him, lovesick, when they could meet up next. you know she’s in love because that’s how you texted ace.
he told you it’s not what you thought it was. “it’s not cheating!” he had exclaimed, grabbing his phone from you. “you weren’t supposed to know.”
the two of you didn’t keep secrets.
“ace,” you had asked, lips wobbling, “what is it then?”
“just… just some fun!” ace replied. “leave me alone if you’re gonna be so pissy about it.”
so you did leave. you left and tried your very hardest not to look back.
he never texted you. you waited by your phone for days, lying under your covers with your ringer turned on full volume, waiting for a single message to come back to him. one message, and you would be his.
the message never came.
ace disappeared from your life in a heartbeat. left your bones aching and heart torn as you wondered how everything could end the way it did. you always knew about ace’s history with ghosting, just didn’t know he would do it to you.
enter: deuce spade
you’d always been familiar with deuce. student extraordinaire, a little on the himbo side. him showing up at your door with flowers, however, was not familiar.
you remember opening your door to find deuce spade of all people, looking extremely bashful as he held a pair of your favorite flowers, a little sheepish as he told you he missed seeing you around.
“are you okay?” he had asked, rubbing his neck. an awkward tell. you told him you weren’t.
deuce came everyday after that. brought you notes from class. a meal, here and there. comforted you on your worst days, held you as you cried into his arms.
he was warm. he was warm, he was here, and you loved him.
eventually you made up with ace. you missed him, too.
ace breaks under the gaze of a flickering hallway light. it mocks him. glimmers on and off as it illuminates two figures in tender electricity, a gentle glow surrounding you as you smile. you look happy. his fingers twitch at his sides, leg tapping uncontrollably as he watches you behind aching palms, the palms that belong to you. belonged. the ones you used to nurse back to health after his basketball practices, the ones that used to hold you like a lifeline at night, the ones that used to be utterly and irrevocably yours.
the light flickers off, and he hears you laugh. If he closes his eyes, it’s him you’re laughing at, him you’re giggling at. .
the light flickers on, and ace’s eyes snap open. you’re still laughing, but it’s different. it’s wrong. it’s deuce you’re laughing at, it’s deuce you’re holding onto, it’s deuce you stare at as you struggle to regain your composure after some joke he mentioned.
he thinks his heart stops when you look at him. your eyes are still smiling, still crinkled in a silent laugh, the eyes that haunt his dreams at night and follow him through waking. he doesn’t feel himself walk over, only feels the warmth that radiates off of you as he approaches your desk.
“since when was deucey funny?” he snickers, arms settling across his chest to hide the way his fingers ache for yours. his smile gradually falls when deuce just laughs, grinning at you with his arm slung lazily around your shoulders.
“since two minutes ago,” you grin, scooting into deuce’s side. “the both of you are about as funny as a piece of wood.”
the look you share with deuce makes his heart drop, pottery against marble as it stutters across the ground, shattering.
he thinks you deserve each other, he really does. but when he’s curled into himself, eyes bleak and throat sore, he wonders why. why deuce of all people decided to heal you. he wishes it were anyone else. when ace is alone at night, he thinks about how he lost both his best friend and his soulmate because of his immaturity.
leona kingscholar &&. ruggie bucchi
leona didn’t want to come. he tries hard to swallow past the lump in his throat. the hard pill to swallow that was you, always you.
you’re dancing in the center of the room, robes swinging as you move, as you laugh.
he finds himself smiling bitterly. he remembers when you laughed at him like that. swirling mosaics and flashing images of a relationship filled with laughter and love fill leona’s mind, a relationship that shattered as soon as he brought someone else into it.
and leona truly paid the price.
he never noticed how crucial of a role you played in his life until he woke up and you weren’t there anymore, until he woke up and found you had moved on.
he knows he broke a part of you. he was your first love. he watched you from afar as you stopped attending classes, stopped taking care of yourself. and he continued watching as ruggie bucchi entered the picture, replaced him, and claimed your heart. you started coming back to class. you started smiling again.
leona could never hate ruggie. but a part of him loathes the hyena, loathes how he took his spot, loathes that you healed with someone other than him. but ruggie made you laugh again, and leona took peace with that.
he jolts back into reality and immediately swallows past his sore throat. he stomachs the pain as he watches you whisper into ruggie’s ear, looking at him so lovesickenly it makes his heart hurt. you looked at ruggie like how leona used to look at you. and he hates it.
kalim al-asim &&. jamil viper
kalim feels his heart drop as soon as you enter the room.
you look beautiful. you always do. kalim finds himself admiring the glitter in your eyes and the smile on your lips.
you meets his eyes and he loses the ability to speak. you smile softly at him, and he feels like the only man in the room. you had that effect. you’re waving wildly at himas you point towards the court, grinning now. oh, kalim thinks. right.
he feels his stomach knot as his gaze readjusts, down to the jersey you’re wearing, with the surname ‘viper’ embroidered onto the back as you cheer from the audience.
jamil viper. kalim swallows.
he remembers begging jamil to rethink dating you. remembers begging him to be with anyone but you. kalim knew jamil would agree. he knew jamil would drop you at a moments haste as soon as he reminded him whose family he served, knew it was selfish of him, but you were you. what he didn’t know, however, was jamil’s actual answer.
“no, kalim.” he had refused, crossing his arms. “i don’t think i will.”
kalim couldn’t do anything but gape at jamil as jamil left him alone in the scarabia commons.
now as he watches jamil scanning the crowd for a glimpse of you, blushing when he finds you, he can’t help but regret ever losing you to someone else.
as always, thank you so much for reading ! | masterlist
Hello!! Im not sure if requests are open but if they are here is my request :
Can you please make headcannons for an AU where cracking your bones in twisted wonderland is basically breaking them? And in our world it's completely normal, also this isn't supposed to be an x reader, just headcannons for heartslaybul
Where the Prefect give the entire group a test of courage, or in their case, worry
Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia
The two of them were busy with each other, joking like any other day. It's rare for Y/n to be able to enjoy the freedom of a full day like this, without them realizing it, they already feel a bit of stiffness and aches in their necks.
Following Ace closely from behind, Y/n reached out to the back of their neck. Massaging the nape, trying their best to reduce the ridiculous amount of ache. If only school hours were over, they would've gone back to the dorm, laying down on the bed and enjoying resting their entire body from the fatigue. It would've seemed all of those long — forgotten troubles had finally caught on physically, tiring them out.
"Oh, that's right! N/n~ Don't be lazy, okay? After all, you should really keep an eye on Grim—"
Y/n felt their joints shift slightly back in the right direction. Hearing such a beautiful voice in their ears, they felt a relief that cannot be expressed in separate words. They smiled slightly, shook their heads left and right, feeling the joints return to the right direction completely.
They raised their heads to face Ace once more, but what they found was a pair of hands holding their cheeks roughly, their interlocutor's eyes filled with concern. The warmth of his gloved palm radiating out of the black leather glove. For once, Ace was far more easy to read. And to decipher what he's currently feeling. What they cannot tell; is the exact reason for this sudden switch of a personality.
The type to show his worry but in another kind of way. Trying to remain cool and compose, cracking up another story of an excuse. Ace won’t fully admit it whenever he feels worried per se, even if he did, he still tries to cover up with different excuses.
"I'm joking~! Come on, don't take my words seriously! You can be lazy but don't do it again!!" Y/n blinked incessantly, questioning her friend's sudden 360 degree behavior.
"What do you mean...?"
"Ehhhh...? What do you mean, what do I mean?"
Ace won’t fully admit it, however, he himself has a certain soft spot to his first friend by this school. Despite the roller-coaster disaster they must overcome, he keeps an eye out for Y/n more specifically. He is indeed a jerk and a tease, but behind that facade, lies a figure that would keep an eye out for his friend's well-being.
"Listen..." He started talking once more, so Y/n had no choice but to hear what he had to say. "I totally understand. Like really!"
"There are times when you want to just give up, but as far as I know that's simply not your style!!" Y/n who listened to Ace felt dizzy for a moment, knowing that there was a misunderstanding that occurred in such a short time.
“And what you just did was completely lame!! Can't you tell I'm joking?? Or Prefect, are you really sensitive?? Where is the lost and presumptuous magicless student who fought such a terrifying student?! ”
"Just because you can't handle one harmless joke doesn't mean you can break your bones like that."
"Fortunately, you didn't completely break your bones—"
"Because I didn't break it, you idiot. I crack ‘em. To be specific, I'm aiming for the joints rather than bones." Ace for once looked taken aback, he looked at the flat Prefect of Ramshackle House, confirming the truth of where they had spilled. He casually put his hands behind his head, turned and walked ahead in front of them.
“Oh, of course I know that! I was just trying to see the stupid look on your face.”
At the end of the day, Ace is quick to dismiss that embarrassing misunderstanding, but bringing it up would certainly make the tip of his ear brightened up.
It was a normal evening, the warm light that seeped through the window, falling down onto their figure. Two students are currently reviewing their notes, until one of them finds it tiring to keep on taking pre-notes.
Deuce mutters under his breath, reading the same words over and over again. Test will soon come and he cannot slack off during that time. He need to get a high score, he need to maintain a well-built report, he need to—
The end of his writing turned into a messy scribble. He bopped his head up, pupils shrinking by the sound. Deuce heard something, something that resembled the sound of a breaking bone. And who would've thought, it is precisely coming from the person on the other side of his table. His mouth was agape, taken aback by what they've done to themselves, carefully watching their next movement.
Apparently, while he isn't looking at all, Y/n managed to crack the bone around the wrist area, popping through those bubbles that become the reason for their stiffness. However, showing displeasure, it seems like it wasn't enough to get rid of it entirely. They violently shake their hand around, trying to ease it down. Planning to do a round 2 of cracking down until the negative pressure disappears.
But alas, a hand prevented them from doing so as they were seen to do it again. A gloved hand that held her other wrist, gently, carefully, as if it was afraid to harm it any further. Raising their heads up, Y/n lifted one of their eyebrows, taking notes of the worry by Deuce expression.
"Don't do that."
"Don't do what?"
First of all, you’re, I mean they’re cruel if they did it out of purpose. If not, congratulations, they have made the baby of the group worry over their action. The type to worry and show it evidently, even frowning while looking at their direction.
Overwhelmed by his concern, Y/n cannot prevent the cold sweat that dribbles down their forehead. What is his problem? He suddenly holds their wrist, preventing them from moving any further. At times like this, they would’ve come up with a snarky comment. But, they cannot bring themselves to do that when he stares at them intently.
“You’re going to break your bones.”
“I— Pardon me, what—?”
Unlike Ace, who takes an entire detour around Twisted Wonderland to get to the point. Deuce immediately says the reason behind it all. In his mind, he assumed that Y/n was aware of the consequences behind their action. Thus, he didn’t appreciate the way they made him worry.
“You’re trying to break your bones.”
They snorted, finding it adorable how his worry switched to a confused expression. How can they hold back a laughter when Deuce takes the wrong kind of deduction. Y/n lower their head, trying their very best to refrain from laughing. It’s too much for them, too funny in their opinion. Especially when he thought they were trying to break their bones. What kind of fool would willingly break bones like that? Not them.
“Pft— Deuce, I'm sorry.”
After a moment of explanation, Deuce cannot help himself but feel embarrassed. Face overheating from the small mistake. The entire study session, he cannot bring himself to look at them, knowing the smug expression that awaits him.
It was probably enough for their normal activities, talking rumors, taking quick photos and even walking peacefully down the halls of the NRC. Cater and Y/n chatted cheerfully, exchanging information about how the day had passed and whatnot. Unfortunately for them, their last subject is PE class.
“Ne, ne~ Have you heard? The Adeuce duo is at it again!”
“What did they do this time… Hm—?” Y/n reached out to massage their shoulders, frowning slightly. They could swear it was painful to move it. Meanwhile, they tried to listen carefully to what he was talking about. However, one thing that caught their attention overall was the stiffness in their shoulders. It must be because of Vargas's completely relentless workout.
"Which also reminds me, we haven't taken a picture together yet! So, how about we…"
Y/n groaned in satisfaction, twisting their shoulders back a little forcefully to get that wondrous feeling. Well, that's when the light of the shutter binds right in their eyes. A swift and unstoppable light had blocked their vision. To that, they reacted by blinking rapidly, reducing the hazy light that appeared in their vision, slowly returning to their sense of sight.
Cater was looking at them. Pupils blown wide, mouth parted open and phone in hand. The reason behind that light was the camera being accidentally pressed. As a result he took pictures that could be said to be somewhat traumatic from his point of view.
He would be surprised rather than worried. It would happen after a moment of stunned silence, before expressing his concern still with a bewildered expression.
". . ."
". . ."
The two of them stood in awkward silence, trying to figure out what each other was thinking, especially Y/n who wondered what was up with that flabbergasted impression. They stared at him, brows furrowed, lips parted, until Cater smacked them on the head.
"Hey! What was that just now?!"
"What are you talking about?!"
Cater will initially think it's some kind of joke that's trending these days. Ignoring their inquiries, he immediately searches for the hashtag that is relatable to this situation. Much to his dismay, he did not find it and grew even more confused. There's no way they would've done it by accident, right? Or is it?
"Let's get you to the infirmary."
"Huh? Wha— Hey! Cater-senpai!!"
Y/n felt odd, the way Cater wrapped their hand against their wrist and gently, forcing them to come along is quite uncharacteristic of him. And furthermore, the way his cheerful and bright demeanor switched to a stoic one, made them feel uneasy. They never did anything, other than fixing their one and only lament which lies by their shoulder. Why does this – or rather nothing – have anything to do with the infirmary?
“I’ll make sure you get a checkup.” If possible, Y/n wished they’re the one who smacked Cater by the head.
He practically dragged them to the infirmary, making sure nothing bad happened to them after the checkup. It's a senior's job to keep an eye on his juniors, right? And he just did what he was supposed to do. It took some time to explain it thoroughly to him. When he finally got the point, he laughed it off. Probably planning to do this kind of trick in the future.
What are other ways to bond over other than a baking class? Of course, it had become a common schedule between the two. Where Trey specifically taught them a new dessert recipe and they continued to jot it down in their notepads, ignoring how their fingers were screaming the word, tired.
"Make sure to only use a teaspoon and a half." Y/n wasted no time, they jotted them down, scribbling pen on a piece of paper, eyes trained by the notes slowly filled with the different kinds of recipes they had learned over the last few days.
Trey looked at them, smiling very sweetly. Act like any other proud chef looking to his future successor or beyond. He reached out and patted them on the head, telling them silently how they were doing pretty well in today's lesson too. He returned to his explanation, doing so through action as well. Baking something for Riddle and teaching someone while doing it? He might have killed two birds with one stone.
However, this has been going on for quite some time. Even Y/n had realized such a fact, releasing and clenching their fists countless times. Focusing on the current Baker, they contemplated what to do to release the amount of pressure with their fingers. Y/n looked back at Trey, nodding along with his explanation.
Trey suddenly stopped what he was doing, facing completely at Y/n who was trying their best to write with their other hand, the hand they rarely used to write. While their dominant hand is currently being cracked one by one, with the help of the thumb pressing the area around the bottom of the finger.
Sensing the silence, Y/n looked up from their notes, noticing the worry that was showing on Trey's face. "Hmm?"
I do not understand the purpose behind this, but if they ever wished to see their disappointed mother's expression all over again, there you have it. Arm crosses, brow furrowed and the way he looked down on them, it yelled out the most unacceptable word, disappointment.
"Y/n, what did you just do?"
"Uhm… I… I cracked my fingers…? You know… Like… How some cracked their knuckles but I'm doing it one after another…"
Y/n forced herself to be quiet. The way Trey deep creases – if possible – makes him look like an ordinary mom who disapproves of every action they take no matter what the outcome. Whether it's good or bad, it doesn't matter in this case. Disappointment will always be disappointment. The kind of feeling that was currently choking them alive.
He's not the type to ask why, he's the type to look at them, asking by the way his alluring gaze was present. At the same time, it shows the privilege he has been having this entire time. The same kind of instinct of an older brother, that's ready to scold his younger siblings for their wrongdoing.
"Don't do that. Scratch that, you cannot do that."
"Do you understand?"
That one word, that one word is enough to hold authority over many people. Quickly, they nodded their heads, completely shutting their mouths, obeying his orders. It brought satisfaction to Trey, patting them on the head once more, returning to his own bakery.
"Good. I'm just keeping an eye out for you, you know? Sorry if I sound harsh."
Trey is possibly used to multitasking at once. Hence, he's finishing up the dessert he's currently making, before looking for a way to help out with their dilemma and problem. Taking care of his junior is what a dutiful senior would've done.
"Here, if you ever feel your fingers constrict, avoid doing so. Instead, dip your fingers in warm water."
Trey motioned for them to put their fingers in the bowl he had prepared, waiting for the cake to finish baking. Reluctantly, Y/n slowly dipped their fingers in the water, feeling the warmth coursing through their skin and bones, a soft sigh of pleasure leaving their lips, smiling contentedly.
"...This is nice."
"It is, isn't it?"
Of course, he did not forget to reward them at the same time, giving a slice of a fresh baked cake to them after their hard work in keeping up with his own personal baking session. Patting their head for the umpteenth time this day.
How fun isn't it? They are friendly, very sweet and not forced or anything, to help Heartslabyul once again. With what? Ah, it's time to paint the roses red. Offering another hand to help Heartslabyul who was short on hands, they had been doing this job for an entire hour.
Red paint drenches the pale white Rose. The smudge of the smudged color fell to the ground while the brush gently dipped into the paint can. Y/n yawned, showing signs of exhaustion as they carefully brushed the white flowers of the same color. How did they end up in this situation again? They couldn't be sure.
Finishing the top area of the rose bush, they carefully descended the ladder, keeping an eye on the ladder. The least they wanted was to misstep and fall to their own deaths. Y/n dropping the brush on the inside could hurt. Felt really tired from the job. They've been painting for what seems like forever and their break is aching from all the careful positioning they've been in.
They raised their arms up, bodies arched forward, ignoring the presence of someone trying to check their condition.
"Y/n, how's your side—"
The voice was magical, dispelling all feelings of tightness behind them. They hum in satisfaction, lowering their hands. But, out of the corner of their eyes, they could see a familiar scarlet color. Which reminds them of a bright and dazzling rose. Behold, Riddle Rosehearts in all… Glory… ? Or worried?
Needless to say, he was horrified. He stood there, unsure how to react. Riddle wondered how they could look at him so innocently. It was as if they had never tried anything like splitting their spines in half. In the first line, he would stutter, trying to get out of his daze and accept the answer.
Staring at each other head on, two students, one a dorm leader and one an invited prefect. Opening their lips, they tried to ask once more, however that soon turned into a dreadful expression, seeing the familiar beet red by Riddle's face.
"HOW DARE YOU DO THAT?!"
Riddle cannot express his concern, albeit the misunderstanding. He assumes it was all an intentional action, as if they would've done that to begin with. But, he's consumed by rage, in an adorable kind. Ahoge tensed up, comical white eyes, face flared up in the sea of red – due to anger, I might add – last but not least, the angry pout by his lips. He even tried to remember whether they unintentionally break the rules.
"Why did you do that?!"
"Did what??? I'm just painting the roses red!! Is it not enough for you?!" The two yelled back at each other, having their argument and objection. Apparently, their little roundup of aggressive yelling caught the group's attention. It was at first Ace and Deuce, who's seeking out for their dorm leader before Trey and Cater come along, watching the two bicker together.
The other watched in amusement, watching how Riddle did not say his famous line yet. Even with the look of anger in his face, it was obvious for the others it wasn't simply over anything unrelated to Y/n conditions.
"...Ne, senpai, are we really just going to watch them?"
"Don't worry, the two are all bark and no bite."
"This is totally them~!"
"Hold on, is it just me or did they keep on surviving dorm leader wrath?"
It took an entire argument to come into a adjournment. However, it is worth the fight. Became at the end, you'll receive a blushing mess Riddle due to embarrassment. For the entire week or more.
He Asked Grim
Deuce: you have a face.
You/Reader: Uh, yeah, I do have a face
Deuce: I mean you have a nice face.
Deuce, frustrated with himself: Please understand that I’m flirting with you, because I don’t know what I’m doing.
(head canon) mama spade probably has a photo album full of pictures of Deuce in his delinquent phase and he is 100% embarrassed about it
SHE SHOWED THEM TO ACE AND WHEN ACE STARTED LAUGHING HE DROPPED A COULDRON ON HIM
Mama Spade loves her little boy no matter what
Twisted Wonderland Drabbles - “Where did you get that wound?”
Characters: gn!reader, Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle
Notes: And here is my official entry into the Twisted Wonderland fandom. Hope it’s alright, comments and constructive criticism accepted :D (No but seriously please tell me what you think) Also, we all know that Night Raven College is an all boy’s school, but I mean, read it as you’d like, pretend it’s co-ed if that fits you, or whatever.
Warnings: fluff, soft boys, established relationships, not proofread, still trying to get everyone’s personalities down, please tell me if there’s any pronoun slips
Personal favourites in this work: Leona and Jack
“...Y/N’s late,” and Riddle hated that. Rules were simply to be followed, no exceptions whatsoever. Well, aside from you, that is. He held you at the same expectations as everyone, or at least tried to. He’d always had the thought that whoever he ended up with had to be rule-abiding and could keep up with his expectations.
After being together for a few months, however, he found that you were 85% rule abiding, matching his expectations...The remaining 15%...He unexpectedly still loved unconditionally.
Truthfully he wasn’t all that mad that you were late, what he was worried about was the fact that you were rarely late, not for this much, at least.
“Riidddlleeee~!” He huffed and crossed his arms above his chest, leaning back into the black and red Heartslabyul tea chair as he sees your form gradually getting closer. You huffed and puffed, though your face is painted with a smile that makes him feel so much at ease, he doubts there’s anything else in the world that’ll make him feel the same way.
“You’re late,” he states matter-a-factly and you laugh nervously, your left hand coming up behind your head to scratch it. “Mmhmm, potions class ended a little late. Sorry, is the tea cold?” you sit down on the other empty chair, there’s already tea poured for you and again, you reach your left hand out to grip the tiny teacup handle, taking a small sip.
He forgives your tardiness, not pushing it further. The two of you fall into easy conversation, updating each other on what was happening in your respective classes while enjoying the tarts. You hold the fork with your left hand, and that’s when Riddle stands, swiftly maneuvering himself beside you and holding your right elbow in a strong grip, moving it upwards to get a glimpse of your hand.
As he thought, your right hand is covered in bandages from the fingertips all up to your wrist. His eyes narrow at the discovery. “Your right hand is your dominant hand, I was finding it strange you kept using your left,” You aren’t even surprised that he noticed, but he was definitely going to scold you now.
“What’s this? Something I should know about?” He moves his hold to just below the wrist, careful not to aggravate anything. “...Just an accident from potions class...” you finally admit, a little pouty that you had to reveal it. He scans your face carefully for any trace of dishonesty, but he didn’t think he saw any. He then sighs and carefully traces the bandages lightly with a fingertip.
“You should tell me these things, but I’ll worry about your punishment later,” and proceeds to drag his chair to sit right next to you. You’re aware that he hasn’t let go of your right hand, laying it on his lap and covering it with his, rubbing his thumb over the bandages in soothing back and forth movements while his other cuts the tart for you.
“It’s difficult eating with your left, right?” There is the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips, as if he was secretly pleased by this opportunity to feed you.
“Hm~ Nothing interesting on Magicam today, it looks like,” Cater hums to himself while eating lunch, the fork tapping on his plate as he’s engrossed at just looking at his phone. If Riddle saw him right now he’d be livid at how the fork tapping was just making unnecessary noise. Trey sat next to him, properly eating his lunch, unlike Cater who liked to check his social media first, before doing anything else.
“Your food’s getting cold, Cater,” Trey reminded, to which Cater only replied to with a brief sound of agreement. Trey sighed, sometimes the only thing that could really get Cater’s attention was his phone and-- “Can I sit here?”
Cater’s eyes darted upwards at the familiar voice, his lips already upturning into a pleasant smile knowing that he’d be greeted with...your bandaged face. His phone drops with a loud clatter on the table, along with his jaw. He shoots up from his chair, eyes wide and trying to process that huge slab of white gauze on your left cheek. “What happened?!”
He was not expecting it, hence the unintended loudness in his voice that turns a few heads, causing Trey to hush Cater a bit and pull him back down on his seat. Cater’s body doesn’t listen. He wasn’t done questioning you about the obvious wound on your cheek. “Collided with someone during flying class,” you simply state, but shot an apologetic smile towards your boyfriend.
“And you didn’t call me as soon as it happened? Who took you to the infirmary? Did anyone even go with you?” You’d think that Trey was a worry wart, but Cater was just the same in certain situations. You laid your food tray on the table as Cater came around to your side and inspected your cheek a bit more, putting a hand under your chin and twisting your head left and right.
And finally, when he was sure that there was no real cause for alarm, he sighed in relief but had a mischievous grin on and swiftly snapped a photo of you, bandaged cheek and all, surprised look on your face at the suddenness of it. “This is for making me worry...” Cater mumbles to himself, tapping on his phone for a moment before pocketing it and making you sit next to him.
“Now come on, your food’s getting cold,” Cater says and Trey could not help the sense of deja vu he feels, holding back a sigh at the display. Moments later when you’ve all finished lunch and you whip your phone out, there’s a notification from Magicam that you’ve been tagged on a photo.
Of course Cater had posted it. A picture of you looking so unready for the camera, eyes slightly confused and gauze on your cheek. The caption read: “This one decided to give me a scare today. Honestly can’t let you out of my sight for even a moment. #stillcutetho #forevermycutie”
You couldn’t bring yourself to be annoyed at the ugly candid photo of you.
“Hey Trey, sorry, can we reschedule?” Your voice over the phone communicated raw regret. It wasn’t difficult to hear.
The two of you had been planning on going out of town for the weekend, just a quick broom ride out of the college and into a small town that was popular for their quaint and quiet cafes. Both of you had been looking forward to it for quite a while, Trey for the sweets, you for the change in atmosphere.
“Of course, what’s wrong?” He’d already been ready to go, backpack slung around his shoulder but he shrugs it off at your words. He’s extremely accommodating, and there are times where you truly thought you didn’t deserve such a kind guy. There isn’t any sign of anger in his voice, nor accusations. He should be a lot more angry than this, seeing as the two of you had been talking about the small trip for a while.
“Had an accident in PE lesson, my ankle’s sprained,” Though you can’t see it, his brows furrow at the information, turning to immediately leave his dorm room. “Where are you? At your dorm?” he sandwiches the phone in between his shoulder and cheek as he pushes his door open. “Yeah, I’m okay though, I already went to the infirmary, they gave me an anti-swelling potion and it’s bandaged.”
“Those’ll only last an hour at most, I’ll come over, just wait,” the finality in his voice is almost sweet, and when he arrives at your room minutes later, he has a plastic bag in his hand and a pastry box in the other. You’d been sitting on your bed at that moment, lightly swerving your foot around to maybe stretch and relieve it a bit more.
He carefully yet firmly embraces you in his arms as a greeting, breathing in your scent and exhaling slowly, then presses a kiss atop your head before kneeling in front of you and inspecting your ankle. He talks about the medications he brought with him, saying that he has relieving cream when the anti-swelling potion runs out, and some extra over the counter mini-dose potions for pain, if any.
He’s diligent and thorough in looking at it, just wanting to make sure it was really just a sprain instead of something more. “...It should be fine in a few days...Guess we can go next weekend instead?” He offers, looking up at you with a smile.
You return it half-heartedly. “Yeah...I’m sorry,” He chuckles lightly and kisses your forehead on his way up. “There’s no need for that, I’m just glad it isn’t something worse,” he then taps a finger on the white box he deposited on your bedside table. “Besides, cakes can be enjoyed anytime, anywhere. You most likely need to have extra to help heal your ankle,” he winks and although you’re always worried about gaining weight with his constant way of spoiling you, you also can never say no to his hand-made sweets.
Your schedule didn’t align with Ace’s on Mondays and Tuesdays, so Wednesdays was the first day of the week where the two of you could leisurely spend lunch together. Ace was fiercely competitive and determined, one of the things he would talk to you about was how he was improving in magic, and trying to one up Deuce in their little friendship-rivalry.
You supposed his determination and energy charmed you. Likewise, he loved how you always matched his energy, or at least didn’t judge him for it. It’s a simple relationship with a strong friendship as a foundation, that’s probably why the two of you got along so well. You were as much best friends as you were lovers.
Animatedly talking to each other as you both made your way to the cafeteria, you’re sat down next to him moments later with your tray of food as he goes to retrieve a drink for you and him. You’re humming while waiting for him, looking at the scrumptious meal in front of you and he can’t help but grin at your sunny disposition. “You’re in a good mood today,” he comments as he sits and places both your drinks on the table.
“Aren’t I always?” you reply as you start eating and there’s no way his smile could get any wider. He’s just about to turn to his plate of food too, when something on your jawline catches his eye. He pauses for a moment and leans in further towards you to take a closer look. “What’s that...?” he whispers without thinking and you turn your head to ask “Hm?”
It gives him a better view of a reddish, rash-like print near your jawline, next to your chin and it alarms him when he realizes its a bruise forming. “Where’d you get this?” He drops his fork and cradles your face in his hand, brows knitting together and searching your face for any more.
Frankly you’d forgotten about the small accident, “Monday at flying lesson, just had a rough landing,” you grin a little but he doesn’t return it and instead winces, imagining how rough a landing it would’ve been for you to get a bruise like this. “You could’ve told me earlier,” he drops his hand, but the frown on his face doesn’t disappear, and it looks so odd on him cause you’re so used to his smile.
“Sorry, I forgot about it,” but you pick your hand up to pinch on his cheek. “Don’t fret about it, it’ll go away in a few days,”
“Ouwch,” he slurs as you continue pinching, to which he swats your hand away right after. “How’d you even manage that? It’s not easy to mess up a landing you know?”
You take a bite of food and nod your head, “Guess I have to practice with you so I can Ace it,” then wiggle your eyebrows. Ace opens his mouth in a laugh-scoff, but he also feels an explosion of warmth in his chest at your lame yet endearing jokes.
Try as he might to stay awake in History class, it was just the hardest thing to do, specially on a Monday morning. Ace was a great distraction, only if he could stay awake as well, but Ace would sometimes fall asleep faster than Deuce would.
He began to daydream. Hey, it was better than actually sleep-dreaming, right? At least he was still awake. He propped his head on his hand, the words of the teacher just going into one ear and out the other. His mind wandered over to you, and he suddenly thought of your timetable. You should be having alchemy class right now, he had your timetable memorized by heart.
As clueless as Deuce was--and still is--about dating and the like, the two of you had managed to work through and figured out that you liked each other beyond what friends would. He cared for you--and constantly had you in mind--almost like you were a part of him.
“Deuce, Deuce!” Ace hissed at him and nudged his side with his elbow, causing him to snap back to reality, only to find that their teacher wasn’t there anymore. “What? What happened?” He asked, looking around. He was sure that the bell hadn’t rang yet.
“Gee have you actually perfected the art of sleeping with your eyes open? Did you not see that guy from the other class come into our classroom asking for help from our teacher?” Ace gave him a deadpan look. Deuce shrugged. In a matter of seconds the hushed classroom came alive with chatter and whispers, all quieting down when the teacher came back announcing. “Nothing to worry about, just a small accident in the next class,” and everything was settled and back to History class again.
Deuce almost wished that the accident had gone on a bit longer. He didn’t think at all that you were caught in it, and only found out during lunch time when he saw a very imposing bandage and gauze on your clavicle area while picking you up from your classroom.
“He~llo~” you greeted him in a sing-song voice, as if nothing had happened at all, not noticing his half-confused half-concerned look. “Let’s go for lunch?” You clapped your hands together, excited at the prospect but you yelped a little when he pulled you aside and had you lean on the closest wall.
“What’s that? Are you hurt? When did that happen?” He was sure as hell that you didn’t have it yesterday. Your hand unconsciously comes up to touch the area he was pointing at. That was the only time you recalled the incident. “Ah! Yeah! You gotta hear this! There was like a huge explosion during chemistry lesson today!” and yet your eyes sparkled like it was an amazing discovery. “All this purple goop flew everywhere and the cauldron basically broke. Isaac had to go to the infirmary cause he got most of the damage. I just had some of that hot purple goop fly on my shoulder, so, yeah. Everyone else was pretty lucky, we only got this much damage. It’s just a slight burn,”
You smiled, and yet he couldn’t find it in him to smile back. It could’ve been much, much worse and that fear struck him in so many places at once. “You’ve really gotta practice those defensive spells from magic class,” he tells you.
“I could, but everything happened so fast, you know?” You tugged at his hand and started walking with him to the cafeteria and he merely followed. All the while thinking, this wouldn’t do, despising the fact that he couldn’t protect you at that moment. Still, he understood that these things just happened sometimes, but it was certainly more fuel for him to get stronger.
As usual, you found him lazing around at the botanical gardens. On his side, arms tucked under his head as a cushion, breathing even and slow. Your smile reaches your ears. In this state, he looks so relaxed, and it’s easy to admire his cute ears--something that he’d get grumpy at if you blatantly stared at it while he was awake.
“Leona,” you tried again, kneeling down next to him on the grass and putting a hand on his arm. You’re being soft on purpose, it’s just how you were. Screaming at his ear surely wouldn’t help. That’s probably one of the things that he liked about you. You weren’t TOO annoying.
“Mm,” he responds this time, arm twitching a little under your touch. He isn’t actually easy to wake up, Ruggie says that if Leona is in a particularly deep sleep, you’d have to drag him up and awake. For Leona though, there’s something about your voice that’s easy to wake up to, though he would never admit that out loud.
“What now?” He knows it’s you, and he’s still gruff with his manners and words, it doesn’t really change much for you, except on certain occasions. “It’s lunch time, I got your sandwich,” you reply and this causes him to peek an eye open. “...I thought I told Ruggie to get it for me,” which translates to ‘Why are you doing Ruggie’s work? Is he slacking off?’
“You did, but I just wanted to spend lunch with you today, so I took it off his hands,” There’s a moment of silence. Your honesty takes him aback sometimes, but he quite liked it. At least he didn’t have to play childish guessing games when it came to you. “That so?” there’s amusement in his voice, and he finally sits up with a half-yawn, turning to face you.
There’s an angry, purple bruise on your arm, the size of a walnut that immediately draws his eyes to it. His face contorts into a snarl, the sudden rage he feels is surprising, even to him. “The hell is that?” and he snatches your arm, pushing his head and nose closer to the bruise to get a whiff of it, to get some sort of clue if anyone laid hands on you because no one, absolutely no one was going to get away with that.
“I’ve had that for a while, it’s from a bad landing during flying lesson a week or so ago. It isn’t anyone’s fault, ‘cept myself,” you explain with a short laugh, not shocked by his reaction. He’s wildly protective, and he probably hadn’t seen the bruise before because it’s the first time in a long time you’ve worn your PE shirt without your jacket.
He releases your arm, but still glares at the bruise as if it offends him. “Better not be,” he lets it go and takes the sandwich from you. There’s no thank you nor any sort of appreciation for your food delivery, but you don’t mind. Leona had surprising ways to show you that he cared, words were just not one of them.
“Alright Leona-san, see you later!” Ruggie waved a hand behind him as he trudged off. Leona grunted and watched the smaller male leave. Ever since Ruggie started dating you he’d been away from the dorm for longer periods of time. It kind of irked Leona, but at the same time it had recently put Ruggie into such good moods that he didn’t even mind lining up twice or thrice to get food for Leona. So, the Savanaclaw house leader didn’t complain.
Today was one of the days where you didn’t quite expect Ruggie to come visit you. It was out of the schedule, perhaps he just wanted to surprise you, or just wanted to get an extra day with you, he didn’t really say. He just thought it’d be alright to wait outside your classroom as lessons finished, hoping to spend some time with you, lounging around somewhere you preferred, maybe the library, or just the plaza.
He watched as a crowd formed outside your room when the bell rings, students respectively going to their own other schedules, filing out from there. Ruggie’s eyes were quite good, so he wasn’t worried about missing you completely. He would’ve seen you and recognized you the moment you came out, but the thing is, you didn’t.
He tilted his head a little in confusion. The room was nearly empty now, but he peered inside and you weren’t there either, so he finally opted to ask another student. “Hey, you seen Y/N anywhere?” Ruggie grins, liking that he might have to do a game of cat and mouse to look for you.
“Y/N? They didn’t come to class today. Probably has to do with that horrid broom collision in flying class yesterday, looked like it hurt,” and Ruggie’s excitement withers away quite quickly. Collision and hurt in the same sentence could not be something good.
“Oiii, what’s the deal with you not telling me you got hurt?” he asked over the phone when you picked up on the third ring. His tone is accusatory, and slightly offended. He had the smallest of angry pouts on his lips, barely even there but definitely jutting out to show his displeasure. “Shishishi, thought you could hide it from me, huh?”
Ruggie was still very playful around you, and he could be anyone he wanted to be with you, no barriers, no pretending whatsoever. You laughed sheepishly over the other end and explained, “Ahhh... Well, you found out faster than I expected,” Ruggie chuckles again, somewhat half proud that he managed to figure it out so fast, though it had all just been a stroke of luck.
You said you’d be going to the infirmary today, so he met you there and saw that most of the damage had been on your left hand, seeing that there was a brace on it. By no means were you a fragile person, so Ruggie thought it was pretty admirable that you were taking the injury in stride, and not crying about it like a wimp. “Shishishi, see how clumsy you are?” he teased and you only poked your tongue out at him.
Despite that, he stayed with you at the infirmary while the nurse talked about what to do to make it heal better. He was listening, and he was listening intently. He even tried to learn how to wrap the hand properly, in case the bandages unravel and had to be redone.
As he walks you back to your dorm with your good hand in his, he squeezes it and makes a point. “You know there’s no use hiding things from me, right? I’ve got ears all over the place,” he says this smugly, like he was a spymaster who had access to every nook and cranny of the college. “I know, I just didn’t want you to worry,” you explain and he scoffs with a shrug.
“That’s my job, so let me do it. Definitely beats getting Leona-san out of bed every morning,” he’d much rather do things for you, no questions asked.
Jack wasn’t replying. If you had to guess, he was probably busy training, or just practicing magift with his dorm mates. He tended to get so engrossed in it that he forgot about the time. Classic Jack. His passion for the things he liked and the way he worked so hard was probably what drew you to him.
You shrugged, and figured you’d make it to your dorm by yourself. It was just a hairline fracture on one of your toes, caused by one of your classmates accidentally dropping their cauldron on your foot. It didn’t bother you until the end of the lesson, when you realized that moving your right foot a certain way aggravated a part of your toes that you couldn’t pinpoint.
Sure enough, on closer inspection by the nurses, one of your toes was swollen, and also had the slightest of cracks on its bone, and so they wrapped it up tight with padding and instructed you not to wear closed shoes for a while, and opt for sandals. “You can still walk, but make sure to take breaks and here’s a note to excuse you from PE for a week,” the nurse told you.
So there you were, backpack on, one foot in a sandal that you borrowed from the infirmary, and one foot in your usual sneakers. It was easy to tell that something was wrong with your foot cause the toes were bound together by sienna-coloured medical tape. That, and you were limping.
Back at Savanaclaw, Jack had taken a water break, going over to the bench where his bag was and rummaging through it to look for his phone while downing a bottle of water, sweat trickling down his temples. There was only one message, and it was from you. “Hey Jack :) Are you busy?” His eyebrows go up in a moment of curiosity. “Just took a break from magift practice, are you done with your lesson?”
Normally he’d be back on the field right after drinking water, but he waited on a response from you...and he still didn’t get one after 10 minutes. So, he opted to call, but you didn’t answer. He huffed to himself, chucking the phone into his bag and getting up for another round of magift when one of his same-year acquaintances approaches him. “Yo Jack! Surprised you’re still practicing,”
Jack swerves around to meet face to face with another Savanaclaw student, raising an eyebrow. Everyone knew that he practiced any chance he could, why was it a surprise now? “It’s as usual, why is it a shock?” Jack asked, and the other guy, totally innocent and unsuspecting says, “Oh, I thought I saw Y/N on my way back here. Looked like they injured their foot, or something like that. Just thought you guys were dating and you’d be helping ‘em out,” he shrugged.
Jack takes a moment to internalize the other guy’s words. Like an ice melting, and the puddle of realization slowly soaks into him. You WERE dating each other, but he didn’t catch wind of you getting hurt. He grabbed his backpack in the next instant and sprints out of there faster than Leona could fall asleep in class.
He tries to call you all the way over to your dorm, trying to reach you to at least ask you to stay put and wait for him. By the time you picked it up, you were already nearly there. “Jack?” You ask, and you can hear him on the other side, breathless. “Where are you?” you can tell he’s running, he must’ve found out.
“I’m okay, don’t worry, I’m nearly to my dorm so it’s totally fine!” He cuts the line, and you’re dumbfounded, but seconds later you feel his presence nearing, and sure enough, he’s running towards you at full speed and then stops in front of you crouched over himself, panting as he rested his hands on his knees. “Why.Didn’t.You.Call.Me?” He demanded through short breaths.
He straightened up, still heaving but glares at your clearly injured foot, and repeats. “Why didn’t you call me?” You smile a little, “Well, I knew you were practicing, I didn’t think you’d be able to hear me through it,”
“I would, there’s a special ringtone for you!” He’d always had a special ringtone for you, and his ears were quite good, so he knew the sound that he was looking for. Message tones, unfortunately, couldn’t be customized to the person. You stare up at him blankly, and he stares back when he realizes what he’d just blurted out. “A-Anyway, come on, get on. What did you even do?” He turns away from you to hide whatever blush is forming on his cheeks, and also to kneel down to have you get on his back.
You’re equally glad that he can’t see you as you climb on to his strong back, cause there was a super giddy smile on your face as you try your hardest to explain what happened.
“Azul, Y/N’s here to see you,” Jade stated as he pushed the door to Azul’s study open. Azul pushed his glasses up before meeting Jade’s gaze. “Y/N? I’ve told them thousands of times to just walk in,” Jade’s signature smile doesn’t falter as he explains. “They wanted to make sure they weren’t bothering you and asked me to check,”
Azul opened his mouth to say something, only to close it again when he recognizes that it was very you to do such a thing. You knew he’d been busy the past couple of days, you were just being considerate. “Send them in,” He stands from his chair and starts retrieving glasses for the two of you to enjoy some of his self-mixed fruit juice. Neat and proper, Azul lays two coasters on his table, followed by the glasses of fruit juice.
Though he looks stoic as ever, there’s always the slight pitter-patter of his heart at the thought of seeing you. The door creaks open once again and he turns, expecting to see you standing there with some books in your arms, which is exactly what he sees.
What he doesn’t expect is the patch plastered over your right eye. His hold on his juice glass nearly slips and he puts it down firmly on his table before rushing over to you to grab the books away and chuck it on the coffee table in the middle of the room. “What’s going on? What’s wrong with your eye, love?”
There’s a tinge of panic in his voice because he goes to the worst case scenario, wondering if you’ve been blinded as he firmly grasps your right cheek to take a closer look at it. It’s such a small thing, but he’s even angrier that he can’t gaze into your wonderfully coloured eyes. “During magift practice this morning one of the teams lost control of the magift disk and it went flying off.”
Azul is thoroughly confused. You didn’t play magift, and you weren’t very fond of the sport. “But you don’t play,” he pressed and you laughed nervously. “Ah, yeah, I was actually just watching. Guess I was just unlucky,” You hear the very controlled inhale and exhale he just did, knowing that he was probably pissed at no one in particular.
“Mmhmm, and who, specifically, was playing magift?” He’d crossed his arms over his chest now, pushing his glasses up again to level his gaze on you. You start listing names. “A bunch of juniors. Umm... There was Felix, Han-- Wait, why are you asking?” you suddenly stop, recognizing the glint in his eyes.
Azul smirks and shrugs his hands along with his shoulders, “They could use some magift lessons, I’m sure Jade and Floyd would love to show them a lesson or two--”
“Azul, it was just an accident. Besides, it actually didn’t hit my eye more than it did my eyebrow area,” you clasp a hand on his arm to calm him down a little, he sees reason only for a moment. “That doesn’t make it any better... Though I suppose I can let it go this time...”
You can tell he isn’t entirely happy with being unable to do anything, but he relents, though tells himself that he won’t let it go if it ever happens again. So those magift players better start playing properly.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Jade walks around you, pulling on the apron strings and tying it neat and tight behind your back for your bar shift. You helped out and worked in Mostro Lounge, usually mixing drinks, rarely as a server. “Thank you,” you briefly said when Jade finished, posing to walk away and prep the bar when he elegantly pulls at your waist.
There aren’t a lot of people around yet, and as he tucks you right next to him for a quick kiss on the lips you can’t help but be reminded of how tall he is. “Glad to have you here today, darling,” he whispers before letting your waist go and stepping away, ending the brief moment of affection.
Jade had always been a little discreet, and you weren’t complaining about that. He wasn’t the type to show off too much, or brag about things and you liked it that way. It’s not that your relationship was under wraps, but the two of you were pretty private people.
As usual, the shift starts off boring. There isn’t much to do, up until later into the night when students start to file in and you don’t even have time to breathe or think about the orders. At some point, it had just become automatic to you. You see the receipt, you read the order, you make it, you put it down and move on to the next one. It took practice, and a lot of experience.
At some point during your shift, you and Jade take your break together, and you swap out with another pair of Octavinelle students who temporarily takes your job. You were at the break room, washing your hands at the available sink and lathering it with soap, just as Jade comes in as well. “Busy, isn’t it?” Jade starts and was about to comment on how good you were handling the bar, when his eyes catch the bandages around your fingers.
And it wasn’t just one, there were several wrapped around them. “What happened to your hands, Y/N?” He was slightly sullen that he didn’t notice earlier, you made a questioning sound, and then catch on to what he’s asking. “Few days ago while mixing a drink I might’ve made a wrong maneuver and the glass shattered in my hands. Um...I don’t know, it’s hard to explain,” you laughed nervously, still not completely sure yourself how you managed to do that, but the whole aftermath had been messy and you had to clean it up on your own, not wanting to bother anyone else on shift.
“Was I not on shift that day? I thought our schedules overlapped,” He’s upset at himself for not knowing. “Ah, no, I came in to replace someone who got sick last minute.” You were drying off your hands, gently using the available towel. Jade was still for a moment, before gently reaching out for your hands and pressing both to his lips. “Would you like to end your shift for now? It must be tedious with these wounds. I can take your bar duty for today,”
Your gaze softens, there’s some heat crawling up your cheeks. He’s always considerate when it came to you. “It’s not that bad Jade, don’t worry,” you reassure, and he looks at you for a moment more to assess your answer, and decides to believe you. “Alright, but if it does start to sting, come look for me, understand?”
Though he knows you might ignore the pain, his goal was to just let you know that you could always rely on him.
It was a hot day today, PE would certainly feel like hell on Earth. That was the exact reason why you opted to wear the jogging shorts instead of the jogging pants. You didn’t know that would backfire on you while doing laps around the field, when two reckless sophomore boys from your class just barrel through the field, playing around and knocking over each other, accidentally shoving others in their way...including you.
Safe to say they got a really loud berating from the teacher, shouting about how they’re not kids anymore and they should stop playing around. Unfortunately, you didn’t come out of it unscathed. You’d fallen to your knees and hands, the grass was probably newly cut and it stung when your knees slightly dragged against it, the friction causing bloody cuts all around it.
It wasn’t too bad that you had to go to the infirmary, the teacher always had a first aid kit on hand, and had the two or three of you who were unfortunately in the way of the rowdy boys sit down and have a look at the cuts. It was disinfected and wrapped securely by the end of the lesson.
On Fridays, Floyd and you had the routine of meeting up after your last lesson, which was PE. Your schedules just happened to line up perfectly on Fridays. You’d always wait for him at your classroom, packing your things slowly and making sure you took everything for the weekend.
“Hey, Y/N,” Two blonde boys stood in front of you with grins on their faces. It was those two rowdy boys from PE. You had nothing against them, in fact, you thought they were pretty funny guys in class who always lightened the atmosphere. You smiled at them, while finishing up your packing. “Hey, what’s up?” The taller one scratched the back of his neck and let out a forced laugh. “We just wanted to say sorry for earlier. Ugh, this idiot here just had to start chasing me halfway through my run so we--”
“Oh now it’s MY fault--”
You sweatdropped as they argued in front of you, but couldn’t help laughing at their weird relationship. Floyd had entered your classroom just at that moment, when you laughed, and when the two guys in front of you swerved their heads towards you to wonder what in Cruella’s name you were laughing about. “You guys fight like you’re brothers, and you kinda look like twins too,”
The two started denying it, again going on another round of arguments, but they felt a menacing presence behind them, at the same time as your eyes light up at the sight of Floyd approaching. “Floyd!” You smile and walk away from your seat to meet him, but he was engrossed at staring down the two blonde guys. “Hey, it’s the two blondeweeds,” Floyd grinned down at them, and the two flinched when they realized he was there.
Your class was well aware that you were dating Floyd, it’s probably the reason why people tried not to mess with you. “You guys havin’ fun?” Floyd asked all too pleasantly. In truth, it just annoyed him to see you laughing at their antics, a bit of jealousy boiling in his stomach. His smile completely changes when his head turns towards you though, it’s wide and toothy, but genuine.
“Angelfish, you wore the shorts today instead of the pa--” He was about to comment about how charming you looked in them, when his eyes drop at your bandaged knees. His demeanor does a 180, the smile disappears and there’s a blank look on his face. People thought that it was creepy when Floyd smiled, but what they should really be scared of was his frown.
It’s enough to turn a whole room cold as he questions you. “Is there anyone I should be talking to about the bandages on your knees?” Just like that, his smile was back, though it was now more menacing than it was earlier.
The two blondes in the room tense up. By now, everyone was gone except the four of you. “Hm? Oh, it was an accident, it’s fine,” you weren’t even thinking about the cuts anymore, and Floyd had half the mind to just forget about it too, seeing the happy look on your face and just how delighted you were to see him. “Well, if my angelfish says so~ Hehe~”
The two blondes let out a sigh of relief as the two of you happily walk away side by side, but their stomachs drop when they pick their heads up again and Floyd is looking right at them from the classroom door, deranged looking grin and all. “I’ll play with you blondeweeds next time instead~”
Twst Guys that will totally let you use them as a 🍆🍆
MDNI +18 ONLY. NSFW
Every character is depicted as 18+
I do not accept criticism, this is just pure brainrot ok. This list is in no particular order. Edit: Link for part 2 is below
1: Ruggie Bucchi:
HEAR ME OUT OK, like ugh like Ruggie said his home is run by the matriarchy and like male hyenas are more submissive ok. And listen, Ruggie is more than happy to let you take control. More than damn ready to let you use him like a dildo. You should see him whine with a fucked out expression as you bounce on his dick. His pleas coming out as you use him like your own personal fuck toy. Remember to treat him well after ok! Yeah it’s nice being your dildo, but remember he’s still your boyfriend so after care and some snacks, bring him some donuts ok he deserves it, for him is a must. Other than that ride him as much as you want. Fuck, take him under the tree’s where no one can see you, just not at the gardens ok, Leona doesn’t need to hear you two fuck ok, he needs that job. He’s ready when you need him, kiss him gently, before you unbutton his pants, and taking his dick in your mouth.
2: Deuce Spade:
PLEASE LISTEN YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. Okay gotta calm down, I brain rot for Deuce for obvious reasons. He’s so damn sweet I wanna give him the world. He’s trying his best for you and willing to do anything to make you happy with him. His face absolutely explodes red when you tell him you wanna use him as a dildo, he’s gonna faint ok, you gotta wake him up and make sure he doesn’t faint again at the idea. He’ll totally let you use him, if he’s gonna be honest he has thought about it. So with shaking hands, he tries so hard not to touch you like you told him, the sheets under his hands are getting permanently warped as you play with his dick. You hands rubbing his slit, the other playing with his balls, aw fuck. He’s trying so hard not buck,”P-Prefect-,” “My dildo can’t talk.” Just a warning, Deuce will at some point snap and fuck you into the sheets, but who doesn’t love a self thrusting dildo?
3. Kalim al Asim:
Okay do you even need me to explain this? He’s sunshine, he’s so open with you. Hell he probably suggested it to you even! And honestly you’re down for it. Even asked just to make sure, which Kalim is more than happy to do for you. Poor Jamil he’s probably gonna have to listen to Kalim ask this during a private dinner and he’s dead inside. Kalim has his bed ready for you, he pulled out the even nicer silk bed sheets for you, extra pillows just in case you wanna rest, trays of food and bottles of water, which you tell him you won’t need as he’s gonna make sure you aren’t thirsty 👅. Kalim isn’t a quiet person far from it, oh man the noises he makes as your sucking him dry, pulling your lips off his dick making a lewd pop as your lips let go of his head. “Oh this dildo is so good in my mouth,” licking the head with a teasing grin. He’s whining,”Wait, Prefect!” You pat his thighs reminding him that dildo’s can’t talk, and how you want to make sure you dildo is ready to be in your pussy. That has Kalim trying his best, but Kalim still lets out moans of pleasure as you guide his head in you. Then you grinding on him, “Oh what a good dildo in me” and he’s praising you for being so good to a dildo like him. Kalim is too good for us.
I can’t even make words why for him. He totally can for you, I just feel it. He’s a real sweet man, too good for us. He does his best to stay awake for you especially during intimate times. And if he’s going to be honest he has had some...interesting dreams of waking up to you riding him, using him like a dildo with cum dripping down your thighs, and it’s been in his mind so much you even had to snap him out of it. He’s not gonna say it, he doesn’t want to disrespect you, which btw I would let him degrade me, Lilia raised this guy with a gallon of respecting women juice, so you’re gonna have to pull it out of him. And oh it was a very interesting convo between you two, you both decided to try it by having him come to your dorm to sleep instead of Diasomnia, where anyone can walk in. So with his permission, you make Silver’s dream cum true. Silver’s dick in you’re shaking hands as you shimmer off his boxers, he must have been having a nice dream cause his dick is getting hard, the bead of pre-cum is so pretty like a pearl. And so you take your new dildo, stroking it, sucking his head groaning as you feel it pulse in your mouth. You loved playing with it so much, you don’t even notice Silver beginning to wake up, your pussy is wet and aching to have your dildo in you, that you’re already scrambling over him, taking the hard cock into your warm folds and start riding to relieve the ache of want of him in you. Silver’s panting, wide awake, hips snapping up. Yeah, dreams really do come true.
“The mirror was right, I DON’T belong here” angst and comfort ig with Azul, Jade, Riddle, Deuce, Sebek? If you’re feeling mean, maybe some or all of them agree?
☾ Genre: Angst, slight comfort
☾ Warnings: Self-deprecation, some abandonment issues
☾ Pairing(s): Azul, Jade, Riddle, Deuce, Sebek x Gn! Reader (seperate)
☾ Notes: Lmao, I'm not dead, I swear. Just tired and I'm sorry for the wait, anon!
☾ Twisted Wonderland and its characters do not belong to me ☽
It was stupid. You didn’t know why you said that or why it came out of nowhere. You just knew that the two of you were fighting and the next thing you knew, after keeping it inside for months, you finally said it,
“The mirror was right; I don’t belong here!”
His eyes widened at your sudden outburst. He wasn’t sure what to make of it or what to do at all. The two of you were just arguing, right? Granted, Azul wasn’t sure what you were arguing about anymore but how long have you felt like this? Why didn’t you tell him? He was sure that you belonged right here at NRC right next to him. By his side. That stupid mirror didn’t know what it was talking about.
“You do belong here,” Azul states, his voice firm. He wasn’t sure what to do about your glossy eyes or the frown on your face. He barely had any experience comforting people, always just leaving before it got worse or offering something for the person, but this was you.
The person who saved him from his overblot. The person who still loved him despite nearly dying from his hands. The person he loves.
He briefly remembers his mother holding out his hand when he was younger, a soft smile on her face as she cooed at him to let it all out. Azul always felt better afterwards, wrapped up in his mother’s arms as she stayed silent and let him sob his heart into her chest.
He held out his hand, unsure if you would take it or not as the two of you were just fighting. But he had to try something right? To his relief and surprise, you threw yourself into his arms. Arms wrapped around his back and tears soaked his button-up but Azul didn’t care. His own arms wrapped around you and he hugged you as close as possible without hurting you. “You do belong,” he murmured.
“Well, you’re certainly not wrong,” Jade murmured. Tears welled up in your eyes and you quickly turned before he could see them. However, the eel was quicker and he quickly snatched your wrist before you could leave the Lounge. “You really don’t belong here in Twisted Wonderland, much less at the college but it’s not something to cry about.”
Lifting up your head to look at him, Jade cooed as he wiped away your tears. You let him despite the fact that he just told you that you don’t belong. Not at NRC. Not in Twisted Wonderland. You don’t belong. Anywhere.
“And why should you care what an old mirror says?” he asked with a grin, showing off his razor-sharp teeth. “Mirror or not, at the very least I believe that we were meant to be together.”
“Maybe, you don’t belong here.” Cold eyes glared at you as you stood there looking at the redhead in disbelief. Riddle could briefly hear Ace and Deuce shouts of protests as they were held back by Trey and Cater. Your stupid cat was glaring at him, seemingly getting ready to fight but you quickly stopped him, silencing Ace and Deuce as well.
Riddle waited for you to shout, to yell, to do what you’ve been doing for the past five or ten minutes. Waiting for you to make a retort about how he shouldn’t have said that. Waiting for you to break down and cry. Waiting for a reaction. For something.
But it never came.
Only silence and your turned back to him. “Well, since I clearly don’t belong here, I should go. C’mon, Grim.”
Brief regret filled the dorm leader as he watched you go. He wanted to grab your hand and pull you back to him, saying that he didn’t mean it and that it was just a moment of weakness on his part. But the damage was done and he watched as you walked out the door with a heavy weight in his chest.
Face blank, Riddle turned towards his surprised dorm mates. It was no surprise that Deuce and Ace glared at him before running to your side. Trey and Cater stared in disbelief and before they could open their mouths, he said, “Leave them. If they can’t handle the truth, then they could stay with their precious Prefect for the night. I have better things to do.”
“What? Why would you think that?” Confusion filled Deuce’s face as his anger faded before carefully grabbing your hand. He held up his hand, unsure if you were willing to let him touch you—the two of you were just in a fight after all. The first-year wasn’t sure what to do but he at least knew that he had to choose his next words carefully. “I’m… I’m not sure why you think that but I think you do.”
He interlaced his fingers with yours, his grip soft in case you wanted to pull away but, to his relief, you didn’t. Instead, you tightened your hold staying silent letting him rub soft circles on the back of your hand.
And although Deuce wasn’t sure what to say, he knew that you needed this; a moment of silence to recollect your thoughts. Both of you did and he was fine with that. He would stay quiet and by your side as long as you needed him to.
“And the mirror is right! You don’t belong!” he hissed. Your lips pulled itself into a thin line and Sebek felt his heart drop as you turned away from him. He shouldn’t have said. He shouldn’t have said that. He should’ve kept his mouth shut. It was always better when he did that and now he opened his big mouth again and ruined everything like always. “Wait, I didn’t mean—”
“Save it, Sebek.” His mouth shut as he stood, heart rapidly pounding against his chest as he waited for you to talk. “I just… I’m glad we can agree on this. I guess.”
Sebek shook his head as he took a step towards you. “No, I didn’t mean it. I swear I didn’t.”
“Are you sure? Because as far as I remember I was always just the stupid, weak, magicless human to you,” you scoffed.
But you weren’t. You weren’t that to him at all. You were kind and fun and strong. You weren’t any of those bad things to him. You were the one that he loved.
And yet, he watched you leave. Let those stupid words fly from his mouth and didn’t think before he said anything like he was always told to. Maybe the mirror was right. You didn’t belong in Twisted Wonderland, at NRC, and not by his side.
𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞
you decide to take a week-long break at rsa. while you’re out having fun with neige, his little dwarf friends, che’nya, and whoever else you might know at rsa, how are the nrc boys doing while you’re gone?
“l/n, please do reconsider!” crowley begged, hands clasped together. “the school may suffer from your absense— and by that i mean completely fall apart.”
“oh, headmaster, cut out the dramatics! it’s just a week, what’s the worst that could happen in such a short amount of time?”
… well, a lot, when you think about it. the whole reason you’re taking this break is due to the tiring amounts of chaos at nrc. but no matter! “you did tell me i can do whatever i please during this little vacation, and what i want to do is go see my rsa friends. my decision is final!” you declared, stomping your foot. just before crowley could protest,
“after all, you would much prefer me gone for a week than having me permanently transfer, wouldn’t you?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.
crowley tensed before nodding vigorously. “v-very well, you can go to rsa for your vacation! do enjoy your time there, l/n..”
there’s no doubt riddle’s a tad bit grumpier than usual— more people find themselves being extra careful around the little redhead. but on the bright side, he’s actually a bit excited you get to bond a bit more with one of his childhood friends! it’d be nice to have you, him, and che’nya in a little friend group.
ace and deuce’s performance in school is getting worse with each day you’re gone. to pour more salt on the wound, they’re stuck babysitting grim, cause the last thing this school needs is grim going around unsupervised. they often bicker about who takes grim to the next class, each of them crying about how they don’t wanna— much to grim’s offense.
trey manages quite well! he makes sure to bake you lots of treats before you leave and to bake you a whole bunch when you return to welcome you back. of course, he has to play dad as always, calming riddle down in your place, helping adeuce with their grades, and even taking grim off their hands for a while.
cater sends you lots of messages! …then quickly realizes he isn’t gonna get a reply anytime soon and sulks over it. waaah〜 he’s gonna have little to no contact with his crush for a week? is he even gonna survive? kidding, kidding. he’s actually able to hold up pretty well like trey, but he’s definitely more expressive than trey is about how he misses you.
leona’s super annoyed at your decision; why’d you have to go and visit the school with those bunch of pretty, pampered, goody-two-shoes’ to relax? it’s the last place he’d think of as calming. just napping with him in the botanical garden wasn’t good enough, huh? during the week, he finds himself making more demands to ruggie and dozing off more often to cheer himself up.
ruggie is just suffering bro— not only is he lonely without your company, he’s got an extra lazy leona to do more work for. he could be all sneaky and pay you a visit, but it would be a matter of time before leona drags him back. haah〜 could his life get any more difficult?
jack is another one of the few who are able to go through their week pretty normally. also, him being a goodhearted junior, he goes out of his way to help ruggie whenever he can. bless him.
azul, ever the perfect businessman, doesn’t let any of his displeasure show. at least, not during business hours and in the face of clients; when he’s all on his lonesome doing paperwork in his office is another story. he seems to be working less efficiently than usual, sighing more often, and bit of a pout on his face; then he remembers rielle goes to rsa and that you very well might’ve met him and could be hanging out with him right now. cue his glasses shattering.
jade is similar to azul, not letting his displeasure effect his work performance. though even when mostro lounge has closed for the day, he doesn’t show any signs of displeasure either. always unreadable, this guy..
we all saw if coming, floyd is on the opposite side of the spectrum to jade. he shows his displeasure on full display and lets it effect his work performance, and wooo is it bad. he’ll go and annoy customers since he’s bored, more often than not will mix up orders (either on purpose or by accident), or will just straight up not show up to work— dragging mostro lounge’s reputation like never before. it’s one of azul’s worst nightmares come to life and jade’s favorite comedy show.
the pair misses you a ton, though kalim shows it and jamil doesn’t. kalim’s definitely expressive about it, telling every person he knows that he misses you— but the fact you’re enjoying your vacation cheers him up! he knows it’s a break well deserved, he’s seen just how much you do around nrc. also, he’s definitely planning a huge “welcome back, y/n!” party with a wide variety of food, exotic animals, colorful balloons, confetti, streamers, and party favors everywhere— it almost makes jamil worry it’ll overwhelm you and drive you right back to rsa.
oh, vil… he’s dying the whole week. knowing you’re hanging out his worst enemy puts him in a terrible mood. he’s wants to throw a fit at the thought that neige went and did something all cute and princely like kissing your hand.. please don’t tell him it was the first thing neige did upon seeing you.
let’s be real, rook probably checked up on you. more than once. okay, several times. he can’t help it, he just misses you so much! most of the time, it wasn’t even him speaking to you face to face, it was him shooting an arrow near you with a long dramatic letter attached to it. much appreciated, rook..
epel is pretty sulky the whole week, which earned him scoldings from vil to not frown so much… as if vil wasn’t frowning all the time either. since he can’t hang out with you, he hones his talent and goes on apple carving overload— he could start his own mini gallery of carved apples!
as he always does to cope, idia stays shut in his room playing video games. and as ortho usually does whenever his older brother gets like this, tries to cheer him up. he recommended getting out of his room and sneaking over to rsa visit you, which shockingly, idia actually agreed to try— but ultimately ended up failing as he saw several extroverts and ran off back to his room before they could even see him.
malleus is sulking the whole week— one of his only friends is gone for the week. he didn’t get to see you much to begin with, only really chatting with you at night outside of your dorm and seeing you pass by in the hallway. however, he decides not to be rebellious and sneak into rsa. after all, he can’t imagine their headmage and students would be okay with his overwhelming presence and doesn’t feel like causing the trouble.
lilia spends extra time with malleus in an effort to cheer him up, taking a walk around ramshackle, inviting him to hang out with kalim and cater in the light music club room, things like that. he’s not so sure it’s working though… not to worry! a nice meal, recipe made by lilia himself, is sure to make him smile!
silver has to endure more of sebek’s ranting.. “ah, silver, did you see the young lord’s face just then?! i’ve never seen his greatness so miserable and distressed before!” he put a hand up to his chest, clutching his heart dramatically. “wake up! let’s make ourselves useful and brighten his mood!” sebek barked.
“see, headmaster? i knew you were being overdramatic! everything was just fine while i was gone!” you laughed. the building was still in one piece, nobody died, and everyone was seemingly in a good mood when you saw them!
“ah~ i’m so glad they’re all okay! knowing that they can all behave themselves after all, i think i just might go on another vacation soon~!”
Summary❕Sleeping with them at night.
Characters❕Ace, Deuce, Jack, Sebek, Silver, Epel, Floyd.
❝ The kind to have you in a GRIP literally won't let go.
❝ I'm sorry if you want to go to the washroom in the middle of the night, if you move even slightly he's going to make his grip on your waist tighter.
❝ Mumbles in his sleep and says random stuff like "idiot cat" or "i love you" but you can never know if he's awake and saying it to you or not.
❝ Will definitely make you late for your classes because he'll keep insisting that the both of you stay in bed for just 5 more minutes.
❝ A pillow hogging menace (affectionate) he had at least 6 pillows on bed before you started sleeping with him and you've only convinced him to get rid of One of them, barely any space for everything to fit on the bed.
❝ Probably sleeps in bed all sprawled out, half of his leg is hanging off of the bed while one of his hands whack you in the face.
❝ Has to adjust to sleeping next to you, and trust me it's not easy
❝ Is the small spoon initially so that you can hold him to restrict his movements or him accidentally kicking you.
❝ Once he gets used to it, is the same as ace that he has a strong grip around your waist and doesn't let up easy.
❝ Only difference is he's going to wake you up early in the morning so that the both of you aren't late and will not fall for you asking him to stay in bed for even a little longer.
❝ SWEET BOY, he may have trouble sleeping some nights because he's too big for his bed or because he feels lonely, but then you come along!
❝ Not much of a cuddler honestly, but liked having your presence next to him.
❝ Always falls asleep after ensuring that you're asleep first and then he'll keep some space between the two of you but wraps his tail loosely around you.
❝ Wakes up at the crack ass of dawn to go on his daily run but arranges the pillows next to you in a way where you'll not feel the emptiness on the other side.
❝ Not up for the idea of the both of you sharing the bed at first, why can't you share a room and have seperate beds instead? And all you say is, "It'll save money, better to have one bed than two!"
❝ Sleeps straight on his back because it's the easiest way to get up as fast as possible in case something happens.
❝ You usually lay your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as it lulls you to sleep.
❝ Plays with your hair somedays when he can't sleep, it makes him relax but he'll deny it if you ever confront him, although the redness in his face would give him away.
❝ He's so sleepy he'd sleep anywhere you ask him to, probably falls asleep on your shoulder constantly.
❝ However when night falls, it's a different story. He can't sleep, probably paces to try and tire himself out, or reads a book.
❝ Will ask you if he's being disruptive but you'll shake your head, and ask him to lie down next to you as you try to sleep.
❝ He slips in next to you, and as soon as you fall asleep, his eyes go from being on the ceiling to being on you as he traces your beautiful features with his eyes as he smiles to himself.
❝ Won't fall soon but would let you curl up next to him as he traces shapes on your back.
❝ Hard to wake up in the mornings would probably cling on to the sheets but would listen to you begrudgingly.
❝ BLANKET HOG !! As soon as he's asleep he'll start twisting and turning so that he can be wrapped around the blanket the BOTH of you were supposed to share.
❝ You're going to have to get your own blankets sorry, he likes you a lot, loves you even so he'd not put on the "charm" he does for others and if you're taking too long to fall asleep he'd tell you to "shut the fuck up and get in bed."
❝ Would want to be the big spoon but would be a little shy to ask you so he just roughly pulls you against him and hopes you won't make a big deal out of it.
❝ Wants physical affection but won't ask for it, if you start playing with his hair as he's trying to sleep, he'll rest his head against your chest or in the crook of your neck.
❝ A little strange but likes when you smell like him, (might make you wear the same perfume/cologne he wears) will make you do a whole 10 step skincare routine before bed.
❝ His dorm room can get a little cold for you sometimes, so Floyd makes it a priority to get as close to you as possible for body warmth as he puts it.
❝ Tells you about his day as the both of you lay in bed, is surprisingly gentle with you as he runs his fingers up and down your arm, his voice soothing and low as he whispers in your ear.
❝ He loves the closeness, he can be moody where some nights he won't want to be as close, and he may not want to talk, but he does appreciate you talking to him instead, and playing with his fingers.
❝ His mood improves around you, you're like his personal recharge button, his mood usually improves before he falls asleep, and as a thank you he smothers you in kisses till you're giggling and asking him to let you sleep.
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