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sober-pepper · 2 days ago
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Yuu: I don't know how to tell you this, tsunotarou, but you're in love with me.
Malleus: What?
Malleus:
Malleus: I am.
Grim: What kind of confession did I just witness???
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wolken-himmel · a day ago
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In which Azul asks (Y/n) to be his dance partner for a PE extra credit class. However, there are a few obstacles.
Firstly, he can't dance. Secondly, he might have a little crush on the prefect.
Requested by anon.
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Despite the busy clanking of dishes and chattering of students outside of his office, Azul had been staring at the mirror on his desk for more than half an hour already. A look of desperation was etched onto his face, and his reflection mirrored that expression perfectly. His silence was broken by a wistful sigh that escaped his lips.
"(Y/n), oh dear (Y/n), please..." Azul muttered. "Will you be my partner for Vargas' dancing class?"
The remnants of his voice echoed out into a heavy silence again, only to be broken by uncontrollable laughter by none other than Floyd. His face was contorted into a giant grin as he shifted in his seat across from the desk. "Jade, look! The boss is preparing to propose marriage to Shrimpy," he teased and held his rumbling stomach.
The dormleader tensed in embarrassment when even the usually more composed Jade broke out into amused chuckles. "Well, Azul... I've never seen you so worked up before," Jade remarked and tilted his head to the side. "It's been about an hour you've had us sit here with you... You do know that chaos is happening outside right now?"
Azul jumped to his feet and slammed his fists onto the table. The act of desperation caught the twins off-guard. "That's because this is a dire emergency! I'm about to flunk PE— and the only way I can salvage my grades is by participating in this dancing class for extra credit."
"Oh— dancing is so much fun!" Floyd chimed in excitement. "Although... I can't imagine you dancing, boss. That would be a strange image in my head."
Exactly then, the desperation on Azul's face increases tenfold. "That's the issue: I can't dance at all! I'm as clumsy as Kalim in a porcelain shop in this human form. You don't want to see me dance, really. It's pure embarrassment."
Jade hummed in acknowledgement. "And you have heard of the prefect's dancing skills, so you wish to ask for—"
"Yes. That's the gist of it."
"But..." Floyd trailed off, "don't you have a crush on—"
"Shut your mouth, eel!" Azul shouted at the top of his lungs and shot Floyd the angriest glare he had ever mustered.
A knowing grin appeared on Jade's face. "Well, look at it more positively, Azul. That's two birds with one stone, eh? Just make sure to not embarrass yourself too much in front of the prefect."
To that, Azul opened his mouth, only to close it again without having uttered a word. His pale cheeks had warmed up considerably, leaving a soft redness on his face.
"Don't worry, boss. We'll cheer you on! Now go and catch your fish!"
And without being allowed to protest whatsoever, Azul was pushed out of his office by none other than the twins. With each eel holding his arm, he was — against his will, might I add — guided out of the Mostro Lounge and towards wherever they suspected to find you.
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They struck gold when they found you alone in the library, hunched over a thick book with yellow pages. Without any warning, the eels pushed their leader out from behind the bookshelves.
The yelp that escaped Azul's lips caught your attention, and your eyes flitted up to meet his nervous ones. After having gulped down his anxiety, he stepped forward and shot you a small smile. "(Y/n)? C-Could I talk to you for a moment?" he asked carefully.
"Oh Azul, yes of course." You pushed the dusty book away from you and turned your whole attention to him. Once you had done so, you noticed the way his anxious eyes darted from one place to another. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern. "Hey, you look really pale... Are you alright? Did Floyd get you in trouble again?"
"No, no... That's not it," Azul said, chuckling softly. Then, he took a deep breath and summoned all his courage. "I'm sorry if this sounds like a strange request, but please hear me out. Perhaps you might have caught wind of my lesser prowess in flying classes—"
Your lips quirked up into a grin. "Yeah, I saw you dangling from your broom the other day. I was really concerned for a second."
His courage slipped down the drain as quickly as it had appeared. The smile on his lips wavered, but he caught himself just in time. "Well, then you get how dire my situation is," he continued with a twinge of desperation to his tone. "If I don't improve my grades through a bonus class, I'll fail PE... So, there's this dancing class next week that will give a boost to my grades. I wanted to ask if you'd like to be my dancing partner. I've seen you dance a few times when you worked at the Mostro Lounge— when you thought that nobody was looking."
"I've never seen you so nervous before, Azul." You quirked an eyebrow in surprise.
"Please," he muttered and clasped his hands together. "I'm really in a pinch here, (Y/n)."
Much to his relief, your surprise soon morphed into a smile of delight. "Of course, I'd love to be your dancing partner! This will be so much fun." An excited sigh escaped your lips. "Do you know how to waltz? I think that will be the main focus of the dancing class."
A nervous chuckle escaped his lips at that. "Floyd tried to teach me, but he said I'm a hopeless case." He bashfully rubbed his neck. "I had to buy him new shoes after our lessons."
"I'm sure you can't be that bad, Azul..."
"That's kind of you to say, but don't underestimate my clumsiness with these legs."
And really, you had underestimated his inability to dance. The consequences would haunt you after weeks of dancing classes and the final examination. As you lounged in the Ramshackle living room after everything was said and done, you let out a heavenly sigh as you submerged your aching feet in a bucket of ice cubes.
Grim, who had dumped a fresh batch of ice into your bucket, shot you a questioning look. "Do you need more ice for your feet, henchhuman?"
"That should be enough, Grim... Thank you," you said gratefully and patted the empty couch space next to you.
Without wasting any time, he did as you asked and happily curled up beside you. "So, did you pass that dancing class?" he asked curiously while drifting off to sleep.
You hummed proudly. "We did! But... my feet paid the price." A sheepish chuckle escaped your lips as you moved your aching feet. Although the pain had already subsided, you winced when you noticed how swollen they looked. "Azul really stomped on my feet more than a dozen times."
"I don't get why you were so keen on helping him out," Grim scoffed and forced one eye open. "What has he ever done for you?"
"He was just so adorable when he asked me to be his dancing partner... I couldn't say no."
That was when the cat monster's eyes shot open in what looked like horror. At once, he bolted to his feet and launched himself at you. "No, don't tell me—" he wailed out and grabbed you by your collar to shake you back and forth.
An airy giggle escaped your lips, only reaffirming the cat's suspicions. "Hehe, yes... Azul is really adorable. What is there not to love about him?"
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random-twst-things · a day ago
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Lillia: Just be casual, don't be too upfront
Malleus: okay
Later at MC's front door:
Mc: oh, hi Malleus, what's up?
Malleus: *holding a bouquet of 12 roses and a box of shiny things (idk)
Malleus: Marry me 🙂
Mc:...what?
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eponinexxvii · a day ago
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Ignoring the House Wardens (I)
a/n: this is my first attempt at a fan fic so don't roast me please. also i made this really fast so excuse any mischaracterizations
Riddle Rosehearts
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Leona Kingscholar
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twst-shenanigans · 21 hours ago
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twst Incorrect quote #270
MC: “I’m kind of crushing on someone... but I’m worried about telling you who it is cause you’re not going to like it...”
Vil: “Just rip the bandage off, potato.”
MC: “It’s Neige.”
Vil: “Put the bandage back on.”
Vil: “AND LEAVE IT ON!”
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teleport-teapot · 16 hours ago
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what if fairy gala but it hits different
this was supposed to be a sketch but uhh
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dollxmania · 2 days ago
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ㅤㅤㅤ ❝ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄.❞
no tws, very mildly suggestive, gn reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ with idia shroud. not proofread.
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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎love is a funny thing, sometimes it hits you out of nowhere. after falling for idia, you determine you need to make the first moves or things would never progress.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐗 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑.❞
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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“am comfy.” you huffed, snuggling further into the pillow, inhaling it’s scent. the bed was nice and warm, you much preferred laying in it over the cold floors and halls of the rest of the Ignihyde dorm. flopping around to the other side, you peek your face out behind the pillow to see Idia staring at you, only to quickly avert his gaze.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎swallowing, he picked up his controller and begun clicking away at the buttons too fast for you to process what he was doing. “how much longer do you intend to stay, prefect?” he asked as you propped yourself up with your elbow, palm under your chin. he was too cute not to tease, you thought. “i dunno, i feel so comfy with you. am i bothering you, I-di-a?” you respond, watching his cheeks dust with pink as his tapping became more aggressive, the sound of gunshots from his computer ringing out.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“no, i mean yes, i mean no!” he stuttered out, eyes briefly looking at you only to look away from you again with a small squeak, his character getting shot and killed. “can i play? i like you a lot so i want to like the things you like.” you innocently ask, sitting up and putting the pillow aside, a smile widening on your face as he dropped his controller, staring at you nervously.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎this wasn’t anything new, you’d always visit Idia when you could and told him you’d like him, today was no different. at this point most Ignihyde members knew you, and even Ortho was happy to see you talking with his brother and being nice to him. it’d always end the same with Idia too nervous to say much to you, but you were happy to just talk to him on your own or with Ortho while sitting in silence in his room.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎putting a finger to your lips, you acted as though you were thinking. “you don’t have any extra seats,” you commented, snapping your fingers as you crawled into his lap, face inches from him as you grinned. “i guess i’ll sit here if you don’t mind, then. it’s warm and comfy.” his brain was short circuiting but he made no attempt to move you away or tell you off as he lowered his arms, you between them. he ended up lending you a controller he’d let Ortho play with as you nuzzled closer against him.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he never rejected your feelings every time you told him you liked him, unless self deprecating comments counted towards rejection, but nonetheless he made no real effort to move it forward. you knew since the start that if you wanted to date him, it would be a long process. you’d almost always would have to make the first move. “how do i play? what’s the best option?” you asked as he loaded the game, hoping he’d reciprocate.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎sweatdropping, Idia explained and somehow soon he begun ranting. “you use b to jump and hold this to run, you want to use this weapon right here since it has good range but since you’re a normie you should probably use this, i’ll carry lolol, you can pick your character right here you should probably just stick to medic.” a small laugh escaped your lips as you listened fully.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there was never a moment around him you didn’t enjoy. his rants were always adorable, especially the way he gets absorbed and passionate about what he loves. snapping out of his long explanation, he stared at you like a deer in headlights as you look up at him like a lovestruck fool. “what are you staring at me for, prefect?!” smiling, you turn back to the screen and choose your character and weapon, leaning back into him.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you couldn’t wait to tell him again tomorrow that you liked him, just thinking of the progress you’ve made. from normie to prefect, and from avoiding you with a ten foot pole to allowing you in his room to sitting in his lap, now talking to you much more comfortably. with your favorite dps, you urged him to start the round as you began blasting the enemies on screen letting out a tiny snicker.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎keeping up with you, Idia’s mouth was agape. “you…you?!” he tried to ask flabbergasted as you stuck your tongue out, getting the final kill as your character was displayed as top killer. “i look forward to playing with you from now on.” you smiled. you really never needed any help, but you couldn’t help it when he sounded so cute when explaining.
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ended up posting this fic. gimme more flustered idia x reader fics w flirty reader, please, thanks. i kinda wanna change my aesthetic but don’t because haha im committed and already switch once but damn what if…
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underqualified-human · 23 hours ago
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TWST Dorm Leaders: Fem s/o is on her period
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→ Request: Can you do all characters reacting to female reader on her period and this would be a headcanon by @cute-axolote on Wattpad
→ A/N: Decided to just go with the Dorm leaders but you can request additional characters if you want! [Super thanks for 1k followers!]
→ Warnings: Mentions of periods and blood
→ Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland
→ Genre: Headcanons
→ Pronouns: They/Them but AFAB implied
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Riddle Rosehearts:
Ah yes, the duality of man
On the one hand he knows what's happening on a medical level
On the other, no one has ever discussed how to handle it with him
He's trying his best to get you anything you ask for
May be a bit worried if you eat a lot of sweets
If you get very emotional he doesn't know how to handle it very well but he tries his best
Always has a heating pad on standby just incase
Leona Kingscholar:
He just immediately assumes you're going to try to kill him
After clearing that up he still doesn't really know what to do
He can make you tea and that's about it
If you have cramps he'll lay down on your stomach like he's telling it to stop hurting you
He'll want to cuddle you more but if you're worried about stains he'll understand
Azul Ashengrotto:
Also assumes you want to murder him
Remembers that you're a human so everything is good :)
Another one that's coming through with the heating pad and snacks
He can't really help you with your emotions all that much but he tries
Tries to make sure you don't indulge too much
Will cook food for no questions asked
Kalim Al-Asim:
"Oh, so that's why you know how to clean up blood stains so well!" - Kalim
Asks Jamil to help with a lot of the stuff
If your emotions get out of hand he'll try his best to comfort you/calm you down
Tries to cook for you once and was never let back in the kitchen unsupervised again
Buys you the best quality sanitary and heating pads
Another one that's a bit of a cuddle bug
Vil Schoenheit:
I feel like he'd know what to do
Buys you whatever you need without shame
Makes sure your still eating properly but will allow you to eat more junk food on occasion
Holds a bunch more spa/self care days than usual
Not the best when it comes to helping you with your emotions but he tries
Idia Shroud:
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No but seriously this guy has no idea what to do
He'd try and ask you questions but he can't get through half of them
He'll share his snacks with you for what it's worth
He has a pretty high body temperature so he'll act as a pseudo-heating pad
You will have to go with him to buy pads
Does not deal with hightened emotions well at all
Malleus Draconia:
Does not know anything about periods
Unlike Idia he has no shame and will ask you anything
Another one with high body temperature
He'll make you any food you want, even if it's really late
He goes to the store and buys everything but the pads
Keeps you far away from Sebek the entire week
Yuuken Emma:
The only normal one
Pretty willing to just ask you what you need
If your cramps are keeping you up he'll have a mini movie night with you and Grimm
Cannot get a heating pad but you have Grimm so it's fifty/fifty
Stops you from trying to fight everyone that angers you by just dragging you away
Messages you if you have cramps
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mlk082 · 2 days ago
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Angstober is here!
Could I request a scenario where after a month or two of dating, vil's s/o found out vil only asked them out to one up Neige (neige had a crush on s/o)?
Whether or not Vil grew to like his s/o romantically over the course of the relationship is up to you~
Thief
Vil remembered it well.
Neige was more of a space cadet than usual that day. He and Vil had done a shoot for a magazine together, and Neige thought it was a good excuse to visit Pomefiore later that week.
"Hello Vil! It's good to see you! I thought it would be good to catch up, we didn't really have time after the photoshoot."
Of course, good host Vil had to be, he invited the raven-haired boy inside. They sat down in Pomefiore's elegant lounge, on the plush violet seats. They shared tea, but didn't have so much conversation due to Neige being distracted.
"Pomefiore is awe-inspiring. I understand why you would be so taken by it, Neige," Vil said, proud
"Huh? Oh! Yes, it's beautiful,"
Vil raised his flawless brow, Neige's sickening honey-eyes had been searching for something. For someone. It was obvious from the way he was shifting about, trying to see the people passing, "But the dorm isn't what has you so engrossed, is it?"
"...I'm sorry, Vil. I deceived you. I didn't come here because of the photoshoot,"
"Then?.."
"..I came to see (Y/n). I know they're a resident of this dorm...I'm sorry for trying to trick you."
As if you could, you witless loon
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He came to see you? Of course, Neige had to like you. You, the one thing he wouldn't get. Really, having a crush on someone of Pomefiore was natural, but for Neige to admit it so confidently and state how he liked you so..so...he really was a simple-minded goof.
Staring out his window, Vil could see you walking up to the gardens. You had come from the west. Vil kept tabs on all his residents, and he knew you were just by the gazebo. Then you would have walked up the path to admire the single, and forbidden, apple tree. You would have passed the fountain, tossing pocket change to make a wish like so many silly students, and disregarded the patio filled with people.
Why did you wish to be alone so many times? Had you come from the east, you could have avoided all people by taking a more scenic trail. The flowers were as lovely as you, did you not see the beauty in them?
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Vil called Neige.
"Hey Vi! You don't usually call me, did something happen..? I hope not.."
"Perhaps you should be worried Neige. I didn't tell you earlier, but I carry feelings for them as well."
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Vil remembered planning how to ask you out that night.
He remembered seeing Neige defeated for the first time.
He remembered seeing Neige angry at his loss, and wiping his eyes across his creamy white sleeve.
Maybe it wasn't fair, because Vil spent more time with you. Saw you in class, escorted you back to the dorm, even sat in the gazebo with you. It wasn't fair at all, because Neige only had so much time to spare, and couldn't be the knight in shining armor to save you from Vil, who was stealing your heart with no consequence.
Or so Vil thought.
"You used me..." tears rolled down your cheek. You couldn't even look at Vil.
Yes, he did use you. You were the one thing he could have that Neige couldn't. Neige would be the jealous one, wreathing every night. He would be one tearing himself apart each day. Neige had adored you, and Vil stole you from him. Plucked you like a flower.
You were a jewel, and Vil placed you on his broken crown.
Love, was a fickle thing.
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This hurt more than it should. It shouldn't have hurt at all, because Vil finally out-did Neige. He was finally better, because he wasn't the one hoping and wanting and envying.
Yet it hurt Vil to see you cry in his arms, the cause being himself. Over the course of your relationship, Vil had grown to love you. It was impossible not to.
Vil could see why Neige liked you, but Vil knew why he loved you. You made him feel loved and cared for, like he was a person, not someone too-perfect that should be limited in what he can and can't do. Vil cared for you in turn.
You pulled on his heart strings, pulling him closer in your direction. You were the goal, not Neige's defeat.
It was Vil's arms that held you. His bed in which you slept. His lips you kissed. Not Neige's or anyone else's, which filled Vil with a warmth he couldn't describe. A possessiveness over you that he didn't want anyone else stealing you away. Protective, that Vil cared for your safety, and disapproved of your reckless acts.
Vil loved you, because he wasn't supposed to.
"Why are you so cruel..."
He was the villain. He isn't supposed to get what he wants.
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kaleidoscopewonderland · 2 days ago
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A Magical Homecoming | Leona Kingscholar
Word Count: ~5.6k
Summary: At NRC's first ever homecoming you ask Leona Kingscholar to dance, but he declines. Then something happens, and Leona comes to regret his decision...
Warnings/Notices: Spoilers go up to Book 3-4ish. The prefect is assumed to have attended public school in their world for the purpose of this fic.
Author's Notes: This video inspires the scene towards end of the fic. I personally recommend watching it after reading it to avoid spoilers (there are no words for how much I love this scene by the way, it gets me in my feels every time).
This fic has been in my drafts for awhile and it has an admittedly clunky start, but I really like the ending! Gotta love a little jealousy trope now and again, and Leona's just perfect for a prompt like this.
Much love, and I hope you enjoy ♡
During big events at NRC, students were usually required to wear those ceremonial robes without sash nor sleeve out of place.
Crowley must have felt different about this one, though, because you were given the ‘OK’ to dress however you wanted—an implicit cue for all the students and staff to dress as fancy as they could, then gather into the event hall for an evening of mingling, music and dancing.
According to rumors, Crowley had implemented the school dance to encourage the student body in their upcoming competitions against the rival school, RSA. What had actually happened, though, was that the headmaster overheard you telling Grim about the homecoming dances from your world and got a little too excited about the concept.
To make the matter more appropriate, the RSA staff had recently challenged NRC to a 'friendly game of Spelldrive', and the headmage was willing to do anything to keep the school morale up. He introduced the dance to the school in his 'benevolence', acting as some sort of cultural icon for bringing such an obnoxious tradition to Twisted Wonderland.
You were in an entirely new world and still couldn’t escape all that public school nonsense, huh? Woe is you.
Nevertheless, many of your friends were over the moon about the concept, Cater especially. You weren’t in a financial position to purchase something to wear for the evening, but the charismatic junior was itching for a chance to shop with you again, and he’d generously insisted on helping purchase your outfit plus a fancy collar for Grim. Now that, Crowley, was benevolence at his finest.
So here you were, dressed to the nines with the approval of Cater’s artistic eye. You’d never dressed so fancy in front of your peers before, so even as the dance was just beginning you got swarmed with compliments, and you gave just as many as you got.
Ace, Grim and Deuce got to dance with you first—nothing like a fancy waltz, but instead the same overplayed pop tunes you’d expect to hear at a dance in your world. Both boys had grabbed your hand at one point and pulled you into a goofy version of a ballroom dance, and Grim had the honor of clinging to your back throughout it all, finding his height to be a bit problematic amidst the dancing crowd.
The songs got less silly though, and were eventually replaced with more formal and pretentious tunes that less people were ready to dance to. Thus came the mingling part of the evening—you talked with nearly all your friends in Heartslabyul before making your way to the snack bar. You weren't surprised to see Ruggie there, even less surprised to see him sneaking food into his pockets.
He grinned as he caught your eye, cheekily slipping some plastic-covered desserts into the inside of his jacket. “Fancy seeing you here, Prefect,” he remarked, then took in your outfit. “Cater?”
“It screams him, doesn’t it?” You laughed, spinning around to show off the outfit in full. “He took me shopping and—despite my insistence—purchased it. I was just planning on showing up in my uniform. I’m too broke to afford something like this.”
“You and me both. This is a loan from Leona,” Ruggie replied wryly. “Makes for plenty of pocket space. You want a snack while there’s anything left?”
You smiled and selected a snack and a glass of punch. Ruggie snuck some more food in his pocket before doing the same, except he kept his snack on one of the cheap plastic plates and didn't bite into it. You caught on to his actions and gave him a disapproving look.
“You’re still doing favors for Leona at a dance? Don’t you get a day off?”
“What’re you fussing over me for, you weirdo? Shyeheehee… you don’t need to worry about me. Everyone else is going to come out of this dance with cringy memories and sore feet, meanwhile I’ll come out of it with profit and snacks.” He gently patted his pockets for reference. “I’m not willing to share my wages, but I’ll share my company if you want. Sure it’s a good idea for you to hang around here alone?”
His ear twitched and head tilted as he glanced around the room. Ace, Deuce and Grim had found themselves in a circle with some of the other first years, and your other Heartslabyul friends seemed to have scattered back into the crowd. You look back at Ruggie, who had that look of mischievous amusement on his face.
“Don’t take this as me fussing over you or anything, but you do get into fights… a lot," He snickered. "Since we're friends, I won't even charge you for my protection. I'm off to deliver this snack to Leona, you coming?"
He walked off without waiting for an answer, and you trotted after him, making sure he saw the dramatic pout on your face.
"I don't go looking for trouble you know," you defend yourself.
"You don't," He agrees. "But you are a magicless student in a school full of mages, and you're not the best at laying low."
"Are you implying that I make myself a target?"
"You're a fun one for sure," He teased, and you playfully shove his shoulder.
Ruggie led you fairly far away from the dance floor--to the very corner of the hall, in fact, which was lined with chairs but had very few people occupying the seats. Draped across several of them was Leona, one arm behind his head as a pillow and the other draped tamely on his stomach.
He was beautiful.
Ruggie gives you a cheeky look out of the corner of his eye; it was only natural he’d be aware of your affinity for Leona, after all, you'd frequently offer to help him with tasks just to visit the sleepy housewarden.
The hyena muttered a joke about you giving Leona a 'true loves kiss' to wake him, which wasn’t well-received by you. Amused, Ruggie walked up and gave Leona a restrained whack on the shoulder.
"Food's here, Leona-San."
Leona groaned. Ruggie scowled and whacked him again.
"Why'd you even come to this thing if you're just gonna sleep here in the corner?"
"Grrr... because Crowley expects all the housewardens in attendance, and it's only a matter of time until he sends his minions after me..."
The prince finally peeked his eyes open, and immediately they landed on you. He smirked.
"Speaking of minions..." He remarked. "Good to see you, Prefect. Where's your pet?"
"Grim?" You asked dumbly, as if you had multiple. "Oh... with Ace, Deuce, Epel, all of them. I ditched the whole group, apparently."
"Atta prefect," He drawled. "You should do that more. This dumb party blows."
"This dumb party is my fault, so be nice," you crossed your arms in pretend offense. Leona raised his eyebrows.
"You mean you're the reason I got dragged out of bed to dress like this?"
His outfit wasn't out of the ordinary, honestly--he had on neither jacket nor necktie, and his pants were obviously the ones from the NRC uniform. He had on a simple black dress shirt, though, and a black vest adorned with heavy gold patterns. He had his usual jewelry--at least, the jewelry he wore with the Savanaclaw uniform--on his wrists and neck.
You nodded. He rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. I'm sure Crowley's the real one to blame for this."
"There ya go, being all soft on the Prefect again," Ruggie teased. Leona shot him a look. "I'm gonna go back to the snack table incase they set more stuff out. Good luck with things, Prefect."
He saluted and walked off. You recalled him offering his company and protection just a few minutes ago and snorted.
"You're really lucky to have him, you know," you murmured fondly as you watched Ruggie engage with the snack table once more. Leona shot you a look.
"Oh?"
"He's a sweetheart."
"Tch."
You snorted at his grumpy expression. "He is! He's such a sweet guy. He does a lot of good for you."
"He..." Leona pointed at Ruggie. "...is about as sweet as acid. He does ‘good’ because it's mutually beneficial—you’re the only one I know who'd coddle someone with gifts and favors just because."
"I wouldn't coddle just anyone," you defended as you took the seat next to him. "Only Ace, Deuce, Grim, and my favorite people from your dorm... Oh! And Kalim and Jamil. Well, I guess I would do it for Epel too, and Ortho and Idia..."
"Tch."
You laughed again. "I'm not a pushover at least! I'm aware of the resources I have, it’s not like I overexert myself—I just like to share with people I like, be it time, gifts, effort or compliments. They're love languages."
He gave you a dry look—one that called into question your decision to talk to him about love languages of all things—but rather than mock you he just sighed and ruffled your hair.
"You're a special one, I'll give you that," he remarked. "Hey, move over or else I'm going to use your lap as a pillow."
"My lap is always available for my favorite prince, my liege," you giggled, and he waited until his head was comfortably settled in your lap to give you a look. His hands folded over his stomach and he closed his eyes, and after a feeble attempt to resist you ended up running your fingers through his hair. His ears twitched at first, but the only sound that left his lips was a relaxed sigh.
After a few minutes you were sure he'd fallen asleep. You'd much rather sit here with him than partake in the awkward dancing, you decided. Here, the music was at its quietest--it gave you a chance to recover from the headache it gave you earlier, and the lack of glittering and glowing decor was also a pleasant change. The party was fun, but Leona was better.
Besides, here he was entirely available for you to admire. His outfit looked amazing on him, and his relaxed expression was incredibly endearing, not to mention his hair... He was attractive, no doubt about it, and with him in the middle of his nap you could look at him for more than two seconds without him teasing you about it. Dreamy.
You found out he was awake when you stopped playing with his hair to wave at your friend across the room. His eyebrow twitched. "What do you think you're doing, herbivore?"
"Huh? You're not asleep?"
"How could I be, with you petting me like that?" He had the audacity to make a face at you. "You're really brave to be doing that, aren't you?"
"Oh..." You held your hands awkwardly in the air, looking for a place to put them that wasn't entirely bizarre. "Sorry."
"I didn't tell you to stop," He added, closing his eyes again. That gave you the courage to tease him.
"But what about your nap?"
"I was enjoying myself. Make your decision now though, herbivore, because if I do fall asleep I'm not fond of being woken."
You laughed. "Don't I know that. You scary, scary lion."
His eyes closed again, but this time the conversation continued--he asked you lazy questions and hummed as you gave long answers, him knowing exactly where to pry in order for you to reveal your best stories. You told him about your recent adventures and shenanigans, plus silly stories about you and the other first years.
As the night continued on you were still enjoying yourself, and the music matched up to your mood. By now it had morphed entirely from pop tunes into extravagant waltzes, fanciful music with highs and lows that cast bursts of magic and energy into the air. It was as close to a 'slow dance' moment you'd expected from the night, and since Leona was clearly still awake, it got you thinking.
"Hey, on a scale of willing to do something with me to entirely exhausted, how sleepy are you?" You ask. Leona hums.
"Depends on what we're doing."
"Want to dance with me?"
He went quiet--not just a pause, but long enough that you think he might have fallen asleep. After a moment, you tried your luck again. "Leona-"
"No thanks."
"Oh, okay."
The disappointment in your voice was obvious, but you didn't pester him about it. You continued to play with his hair and listen to the music, and right after the next song began you were approached by two figures, one with a bubbly bounce in his step.
"Prefect! Look at you!" Kalim gushed as he ran over, Jamil slowly behind. The housewarden reached over Leona's head to grab your hands, holding them in the air and stepping back a bit to look you up and down. "You look amazing!"
"Hey, screech owl," said Leona, peeking an eye open. "Care to take it down a few hundred decibels?"
"Oh, were you asleep? Sorry Leona-San," Kalim laughed, and then continued to fawn over you, not deterred one bit. "This color suits you so well--I have some stuff in this color that I'd be happy to give you! You need to come back to Scarabia sometime, it's been forever since you stayed with us, and we always have a free room for you and Gri-"
Jamil cut him off with a hand on his shoulder. "Kalim, back up. You're being a disturbance."
Anyone else might have found Jamil's words to be hurtful, crushing even, but Kalim was hardly affected. He did, however, release his grasp on your hands. “Oops, sorry."
"You look amazing, Kalim. You too, Jamil," You added, giving them both a grin that matched Kalim’s enthusiasm. Kalim was decked out in white with tasteful gold decor, and Jamil donned a dark red suit over a black shirt, his sleek hair threaded with gold as usual. Truly, that duo always looked amazing.
"Thanks," Kalim grinned. He sat at the free space next to you, causing Jamil to roll his eyes and sigh. Unlike the housewarden, he stood stiffly, arms crossed as he analyzed the situation and recognized the futility of getting Kalim to tone things down.
It was, after all, a party. That was where Kalim shone brightest.
"Hey you," you waved at Jamil, who gave you a reserved look. "Stop being responsible and go enjoy yourself. You look too nice to not be dancing or relaxing or doing whatever it is Jamil Viper wants to do. I’ll steal Kalim in the meantime.”
"You know I can’t let you do that."
"Relax friend," you reply to him, gently patting Kalim's shoulder for emphasis. "I've got your housewarden all safe and sound right here. He'll be in my TLC until you return. I deal with Ace, Grim and Deuce all day--I'm more than capable."
"TLC?" Kalim asked obliviously.
"Tender loving care," Jamil clarified, giving you a stern look. Kalim let out a little ‘awe’ and joined you in your nagging.
"You heard the Prefect! Go have fun!"
Jamil's eye twitched. "Right. Then I can return to you in a coma and this one... who knows what trouble you'll get into, Prefect," he sighed, but eventually gave in. "I'll be back soon, Kalim, so don't leave. Thank you for your unnecessary concern, Prefect." He added, before turning and walking away. You didn't miss the calm smile that graced his lips before he was completely out of sight.
"You look great tonight too, Leona-San!" Kalim said pleasantly as you watched Jamil go. He eyed your fingers in the prince's hair in fascination—impressed that Leona was letting you near him at all, probably.
"Can't you tell I'm napping?" Leona replied, eyes still closed. His tone was completely different from when he was talking with you--he spoke grumpily and tiredly, that same tone he used when he spoke about Cheka.
"Oops. Sorry." Kalim hushed, but it didn't last long. In a matter of seconds he was bubbly and chatty again. "You guys really do look good, though. Cater posted your outfit on magicam, Prefect, but it doesn't hold a candle to seeing you in person. Did you dance yet? I bet you shone on the dance floor."
You laughed at his rapid-fire compliments. "I danced a little with Ace and Deuce, but I’m not so sure you could call that dancing. I’ve been a bit awkward on my feet today..."
Leona smirked at that. "That wasn't the impression you gave when you invited me," he commented smugly, eyes still closed.
"Awe, you guys danced?" asked Kalim. "That's great! I bet everyone's been fighting for the chance to dance with you guys. Since you're not taken for now, Prefect, would you like to dance with me next?"
The question caught you off guard. You had wanted to dance with Leona... but he rejected your offer, and even if it wasn't with him, a part of you still really wanted to dance, at least to one song.
"You know I have limited dancing skills, right?" You said hesitantly. "With your skill level I'd slow you down."
"Dances like these are meant to be slow," Kalim replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "It's really easy, you can follow my lead. Besides, it's much more fun dancing with someone than dancing alone."
You hesitate again. In any other context you'd jump at the offer--Kalim was just too friendly to pass up--but now you had a lion on your lap. Instead of immediately addressing Kalim, you affectionately combed through Leona's hair and spoke to him in your sweetest voice.
"Leonaaa? I know I've been your pillow for a bit, but would you mind letting me up?"
The sweetness didn't work. If the bitter expression on his face wasn't enough of an indication, his voice certainly gave away his distaste.
"Don't feel like it."
"Please? I can be back soon if you want."
“Who says you’re not taken anyways?” He continued. “You can’t be my so-called pillow and go dancing with the little herbivore friend you invited over here. Haven’t you thought this through at all?” He complained.
“I just want to dance for at least one song…”
“You could’ve done that earlier. You said you did.”
“Well, I want a partner dance, I mean,” you clarify. “Like… like what everyone else has started doing, waltzes and all that. You were the only one I had asked for that…” You admitted, combing distractedly though his hair with your fingers.
He was silent for another moment, and then finally, "I told you, once I fall asleep, I don't like to be woken up. If you're planning on getting up then don't plan to come back."
His words were cold, and it felt like a rejection all over again. You glance at Kalim who—thankfully—paid no mind to the conversation, and instead was watching the dancing crowd with a wondrous look.
"Sorry," you mumbled to Leona. The sweetness in your tone involuntarily disappeared. "Would you please sit up a little?"
He did, but it was the only thing he did outside of ignoring you completely. Instead of bidding you goodbye as you got up, he curled to face the wall and used his arm as a pillow instead.
You didn’t get to dwell on it before Kalim had pulled you closer to the music, grinning excitedly at you and giving you a little bow before holding his hand out. “Are you ready?”
“Um, I'm really not sure how to dance to songs like these..."
"No worries, I can show you!"
"Are you sure? I might accidentally trip you or something."
"You won't," he promised, and then extended his hand to you again. "Do you trust me?"
Do you trust me?
You still really wanted to dance with Leona--it was only natural to want to dance with the guy you liked--but if he wouldn't, Kalim wasn't a bad alternative. Whereas Leona might have been impatient with your clumsy dancing, you knew for a fact Kalim was an excellent dancer and also extremely sweet. At least this way you wouldn’t have to feel ashamed about your amateur-hour moves.
Not that ashamed, anyways.
"...I do," you decide, putting your hand in his. Kalim grinned and showed you where to place your hands, holding one in his own and lightly placing his free hand on your back. The next song started at just the right moment, and slowly he began to guide your shy feet into a simple, engaging dance.
For the first song you kept your your gaze on the floor, watching your feet move along with his. He complimented your concentration and asked if you were interested in dancing more, and by that point you were feeling confident enough to look him in the eye and chat as you danced around the room.
It was silly, really—the two of you together were full of laughter and lighthearted stories. Your conversation carried into another dance, then another, until eventually you and he joined some of your other friends.
At the end of the party, when everyone started to head back to their dorms, you noticed Leona still laying in that corner of the gym and felt a little bad for leaving him there—then again, he’d pretty much told you not to come back to him, right? You at least decided to go wake him, but Ruggie beat you to it and Grim was demanding your attention anyways.
That concluded the night. You found out later Crowley had crowned himself homecoming king (which wasn't really how that worked, but you guess no one else would've known anyways) and even after, you got filled in on the stories from your friends' evening that you'd missed.
It had been a wonderful night, both the time spent with Leona and the time without. For the first time ever, you were looking forward to another homecoming.
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Leona had liked you for a long time.
He wasn't sure when it started, but he wasn't dumb enough to ignore it either. He knew he wanted to confess to you, and he was pretty sure you had some sort of feelings for him as well, but waiting for the right moment was something he did best. Even if he wasn't the most patient by nature, when it came to strategizing for what he wanted suddenly he could wait years without taking another step forward. It was all about making the right move at the right time.
Not just laziness, though perhaps that also played a part.
Then there came competition, and suddenly, Leona wasn't so patient anymore. His confession had a deadline, and he had no way of knowing when that deadline was, only that his choice to not dance with you had sped it forward. He was almost in a panic when he saw you walking with Kalim in the hall that Monday, and his day got even worse when Ruggie offhandedly reported seeing you and the Scarabia housewarden eating together at lunch.
He needed a plan. Well-crafted, yes, but fast.
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"Another sleepover in Savanaclaw?" You asked, brows knit together as you processed Leona's offer the following day. "I thought you hated it when I was there."
"Well sure, it was a huge inconvenience when you were there because of that cephalo-punk," Leona confessed, rubbing his temple as he recalled that particular catastrophe. "And the yowling you and Grim did... you're very lucky I had other reasons for helping you out, I was ready to feed you to the wolves."
You grinned at that. "And that reason was because you adore me, don't you? I mean, I can't blame you. There's no way you didn't fall for me after my performance on the Spelldrive field."
He laughed. "You mean when you got knocked out?"
"They say people look peaceful in their sleep, I bet you saw me in the nurse's office and thought I looked like an angel."
You were right about that... but you didn't need to know that.
"Anyways, about your offer," you said, getting back to the point. "I do love spending time with you and the others... but Savanaclaw is sooo hot. Do you want to camp at Ramshackle instead? There's less people there, so you could nap without interruption, plus there's tons of space and, most importantly, it's not hot enough to make me evaporate."
The offer was tempting. A chance to sleep at Ramshackle? Gosh, he hoped this plan worked--hoped this wouldn't be the last time you extended the offer--but for the moment, he couldn't stray from his plan. "I'm sure. I'm hot myself and you seem to handle me just fine, so come over. I'll be waiting."
The smile that grew on your face was breathtaking. Literally--the way it slowly grew as you processed his flirting, followed by the subtle lip bite as you tried to hide your amusement--everything you did, it made his breath catch in his throat.
"Cute." You said. "I guess that convinced me. Does the offer extend to Grim?"
"Hell no."
You laughed.
"I'll head over once he's settled for the night then," you said. "I'm looking forward to it, Leona, I'll see you tonight."
That concluded that part of the plan. Leona's next step was much more exhausting.
At least he wasn't doing it alone. No, he was way too clever to subject himself to all that work.
"Why on earth do I have to help you get a date?" Ruggie complained, stringing fairy lights through the lounge while Leona lazily tidied up. "You should've just danced with the Prefect during that weird party-"
Leona growled. "You're welcome to call it quits then, runt. You know you're not helping me out of the goodness of your heart."
"I might‘ve for the Prefect, but you still owe me for bringing them over to you during the dance,” Ruggie snickered. “I’ve done my part, financial compensation is more than an expectation as this point.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever. Move those chairs, would you? I’m going to make sure no one’s gonna interrupt us tonight,” Leona decided, only to be met with an ‘oooooh’ from Ruggie. That bratty hyena…
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“Woah.”
Leona had messaged you a little while ago telling you to meet him in the Savanaclaw lounge, as opposed to his dorm room like you expected. When you arrived, the sky was already beginning to grow dark—the lounge’s pool was lit up, and fairy lights were strung around the tents and tables. A huge space was cleared at the center of the lounge, and there Leona stood in the same attire from homecoming night, except his hair was now pulled back all neat and tidy. In layman's terms, he was stunning.
He grinned at your reaction, looking all too pleased with himself.
“You like it?”
“I feel like I’m walking into a dream…” you murmured as you approached him, even pinching yourself to confirm. “This is… wow, what is this? Did you like the homecoming party that much that you wanted to throw another one?”
“I didn’t like the party so much, no,” Leona replied candidly. “What I did like, however, was you.”
The way you reacted was all the proof he needed to know his plan had worked. This was perfect. That'll show that stupid screech owl--no one is going to take you away from him, that was for sure. After taking a moment to soak in your adorable reaction, he got closer to you and offered a hand.
"I made the mistake of rejecting a dance with you a few nights ago," he said. "I'm fixing that mistake now. Do you accept?"
You shake yourself out of your flustered state, and shoot him one of your more coy looks. "Do you have music?"
He laughed. "I suppose you're expecting me to say something like, 'the only music we'll need is the music in my heart', right?"
"From you? I was actually expecting you to either insult my hearing or my intelligence," you tease, slipping your hand into his. "But that very princely line of yours will do nicely too."
"No. My heart has many things to say to you--later--but it doesn't sing."
You don't know if it was the halfhearted scowl on his face or just your joy in the moment, but you laughed. Leona pulled one hand away to signal across the room (it seemed Ruggie was also in attendance, well hidden on one of the chairs across the lounge), and suddenly music started to pour from a set of speakers. It wasn't too loud--you assumed that was to avoid disturbing the rest of the dorm, but it was loud enough to coax your feet into dancing.
"Hey," you said as Leona pulled you into a waltz. After dancing with Kalim, you matched his steps easily. "Where is everyone else? Only Jack should be in bed at an hour like this, right? Well, Jack and you."
"Perks of being a housewarden," he replied simply. "I don't mind an audience, but I'd rather have you all to myself for now."
"And Ruggie?"
"Got paid to be here, so I'm sure he's counting bills rather than watching us," Leona grinned.
He pulled you around the lounge, dancing and twirling. You supposed it should come as no surprise that he was light on his feet--he may be effort averse, but he was still good at everything he did.
You didn't expect him to dance with you for more than one song. He was 'fixing his mistake', right? By the time the second song started to play, though, he hadn't let you go, and that didn't change for the third, forth, or fifth song either... and you weren't sure how it happened, but at some point, he'd gotten close enough to you that he could whisper the song lyrics in your ear, close enough that you could rest your head on his chest, close enough that your dancing feet faded out of focus, until the only thing you could focus on was you and him and how close his lips were, which went way beyond his intention of 'fixing his mistake'.
You'd figured out by this point that this was no platonic gesture. The mere thought had your heart pounding in your ears from the second he took your hand in his. He seemed just as lost in the moment as you, and had it not been for Ruggie, you were sure that neither of you would have called the moment to an end.
"Sorry guys," the hyena said in an unapologetic tone. "Lots of Savanaclaw members have sensitive hearing, and it's getting to be pretty late. I'm sure you guys have naps to take and conversations to have anyways, so..." He offered a dismissive wave, turning off the speakers and heading to his room. "G'night."
Leona scowled, still holding your hand in his as if he were unconsciously waiting for the music to start up again. When he didn't, he slowly released you, taking a small step back.
The sound of a door closing signaled Ruggie had left the room, and Leona took another long moment to speak up. "...if this wasn't clear, this isn't just about that night. The dance. You won't need a dancing partner again... the only person you'll need is me. Just me. I'll be your partner from here on out, alright?"
You couldn't tell if he was being grumpy out of flusteredness or if he was just being blunt, but you did want to tease him either way. "My partner?"
"Not just for dancing."
You grinned. "So like, an in-love-with-me partner."
He must have just been being blunt. Rather than acting embarrassed, he just returned your grin. "That would be correct, Prefect."
He held your hand, pulling you closer, whispering in your ear just as he had with the lyrics of the song.
"I'm in love with you."
...couldn't be more blunt than that, could it?
You throw your arms around him, braving a kiss to his cheek followed by a whisper of your own. "I'm happy to hear that, because I'm in love with you too!"
"I would hope so. I put in a lot of work making Ruggie do all this."
"Oh, did you?"
"I did. It was exhasting... to watch."
You laughed. "You really don't deserve him. He's more than just a sweetheart at this point--he's a saint."
"Like I said, I paid him," Leona replied. "And anyways, give me some credit. I was the brains behind the operation--there's no way I was going to fall short after you chose to dance with the screech owl."
"Is that your name for Kalim? How sweet of you to give him his own nickname!" You teased. He rolled his eyes, groaning under his breath.
"Not the point, Prefect."
"Maybe not. Doesn't matter--you were the one I asked to dance that night. You would still have been the only person I'd want to ask. Kalim's a great friend, but you're much more--I think you knew that, given I let you sleep in my lap."
"Mm... yeah," Leona yawned. "Can we do that again now? All this dancing made me tired."
"Sleep in my lap?" You pretended to mull it over.
"Meh. Just nap with me. C'mon." He threaded his fingers through yours, pulling you in the direction of his room. You smiled and followed after him.
"Sounds like a plan, my liege."
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crienosaur · a day ago
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May I requst azul with a s/o that loves octopuses ♡♡♡
YES OFC BC S/O IS ME I LOVE OCTOPI
SSORRY I FINALLY GOT THE MOTIVATION FOR THIS IM SO SORRY TO THE PERSON WHO WAS IN LINE BEFORE YOU BUT I NEED TO DO THIS. I didn’t write much bc my writing style is weird but I assure you I will be writing more octopus lover fics. Should I write a reader who isn’t Yuu and doesn’t know that Azul is an octo?
Based off the fic by pinkanonwrites
No warnings >:)
Azul Ashengrotto x Reader
He’s terrified. He’s shaking. He’s- AN OCTOPUS-!! Well- he’s always been an octopus. But now he’s a full on tiny guy-!!
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Like THIS THING!!! There are many problems with this, but the main issue… is that octopi can’t hear. He has no idea what’s going on. He can’t sense much from the safe yet distancing confines of the pot he’s in. It was previously filled with herbs. Floyd dumped them out onto the floor because Azul needed it more. Floyd is sprinting around the school, jostling poor Azultopus around. Where is Floyd taking him? Imagine his surprise when the lid is opened and he’s greeted by your ecstatic face. He’s nearly relieved. You LOVE octopi. But…. oh no…. you L O V E octopi. How is he supposed to face you when you’re looking at him like that? Maybe he’d prefer the bullying…. Nah- it’ll be ok… you’re so gentle with the big pot he’s in. You look down at him and say something he can’t read off your lips. But your smile is so soft. He can’t even imagine how sweet your words must’ve been. His colors change consistently for a while, displaying his emotions and indecision. Does he want to hide or does he want to hug you with all his arms? You and Floyd set up a big solitary tank for him to sleep in. In… your room……. He’s absolutely terrified again. But, you change clothes outside your room. You do this silly thing where you kiss the tank each night before you fall asleep. You’ve been ranting while you do your homework. He has no clue what you’re saying but DAMN you’re passionate. You’re also struggling with your work- he’ll help you when he can communicate better. Today you transfer him back into the pot and carry him out to the beach. Floyd holds a weird bottle and tells you to get into the water with Azul. Once you’ve gone deep enough, you open the pot and Floyd shoves the bottle to Azul’s beak. He returns to his true form and you scream— Azul looks up at you, startled, and asks if you’re ok with him. He assumed you’d be accepting of his normal form… You assure him you’re MORE than ok. “Sorry— I just- I’m WONDERFUL AHAHA— Floyd just… didn’t tell me that the octopus was you…”
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sober-pepper · 2 days ago
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[Idia's Room]
Idia: There’s my pretty lover.
Yuu: I’m not going with you to Comic-Con.
Idia: W-What? Can’t a man just be happy to see his lover?
Yuu: He can, but it’s still not changing my mind.
Idia: Well, maybe what’s IN my PANTS will change your mind?
Yuu, hopeful: Really?
Idia pulls a paper out of his pocket: It’s a list of this year’s panelists.
Idia: It’s LONG, isn’t it?
Yuu ( ≖_≖) (❛ω❛ ) Idia
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For the courting meme, may i have 8, 21, and 27 for jamil?
Jamil Viper:
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8. ♥ Are they loyal to their partners?
Jamil is actually a dedicated partner. He wouldn’t see the purpose of cheating on a person he’s bared his soul to, who knows him better than he knows himself. Being that vulnerable with someone came once in a lifetime for someone like Jamil. He didn’t want to start over with some and he felt like, if he were pushed to cheat in the first place, it was likely that his partner was that one that had betrayed him first. 
21. ♥ What was the most romantic time they had with their partner?
It had become a trend to meet each other in the kitchen, you innocently asking what he was making, Jamil asking if you’d like to be his taste-tester. He didn’t need one, of course, but having you with him always made cooking feel more fun. It’s a thing you continued to do even after you officially began dating, challenging him to cook things more outside his range and helping him when you were needed; you loved the serious look on his face as he measured out ingredients and loved even more when he smiled in triumph at making a meal perfectly the first time around.
27. ♥ Have they had dreams about their partner/the person they are courting?
Jamil only had them when he hadn’t seen or spoken to you that day. It was as if his heart was reminding his brain that, though he may have gotten a break that day, you would be an ever-present thorn in his side if he didn’t confront his feelings. The dreams are never much of anything, simply seeing your face in every person he glanced at.
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random-twst-things · a day ago
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Malleus:
Mc: *Smiling* Oh, hi Malleus! How are you doing? 🙂
Malleus:
Mc and Malleus somehow at a wedding reception:
Priest (or whatever): You may now kiss the bride/groom
Mc in a wedding dress/suit: where tf am I?
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Malleus: 🙂🙂🙂
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mimitwst · a day ago
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Welcome to MimiTWST'S Cafe! We have NRC'S Boba Teas on the menu~! ☆:.。.o(≧▽≦)o.。.:☆ All 7 Dorms make their debut! Choose your Soul~. ♡( ◡‿◡ )
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IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO SUPPORT THE CAFE/ART, I HAVE KO-FI!
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hanafubukki · a day ago
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Long Night
Summary: It would undoubtedly be a long night for you if the way he chuckled gave any indication.
Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x Female Reader 
Notes: Trying my hand at a more mature themed writing. If you are not comfortable with such content, please block the tag: Deflowered Also, not using the tag list on this because I did not want to make anyone uncomfortable in case they don’t like mature content. 
Warnings: Suggestive/Mature Content (more on the suggestive end though)
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“Look, look at her. Look at the way she begs for you. This is what you can look forward to.”
Lilia, your Lilia spoke as you sat on the lap of another.
But that was wrong; you weren’t on the lap of another. You were on Lilia’s.
But this one was from the past, and he looked different from the one you see daily.
He also almost attacked you before your Lilia saved you.
But now, somehow, everything turned out this way.
It wasn’t enough; this new Lilia wasn’t giving you enough.
Not quick enough, at least.
“Please,” you begged.
The one in front of you stared at you, bringing a hand to your cheek.
He cupped your cheek and wiped at the tears gathering in your eyes.
You could see the lust in his eyes, and yet, he didn’t move.
You heard a chuckle from behind you.
“Now, don’t keep my beloved waiting too long. While I adore her begging face, I also love the one she makes when she’s thoroughly pleased.”
You felt hands sliding until...
“Lilia!” you gasped.
You couldn’t help but bury your face in the neck of the past Lilia as you writhed some more from the pleasure that your Lilia gave.
You could hear the one in front of you chuckle.
And you knew, between the two of them, you have a long night ahead.
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AN: What did you think? I wanted to write it more suggestive rather than explicit, and I quite like how it came out.
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aquz · 2 days ago
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OOOOOO I HAD AN IDEA FOR A PART TWO TO THE ‘one jump ahead’ INSPIRED FIC
so the end of part 1 right, how crewel catches mc (and technically grim by association + ‘one student’ thingy), crewel helps mc or something? like he takes on a father figure sorta thing? idk i just thought it would be cool- ALSO the new format you tried out in that fic was really nice!
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YEAAHAHHHAAA PART TWO BABEYYYY!! ALSO TYSM!! i liked the format too (*ノ∀`*) p.s;; why did this take so long oh my gosh
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as you sat in a chair directly in front of crewel's desk, he took something out of his pocket and shuffled through it. you looked at grim nervously, shaking slightly. getting scolded for casuing a disruption, stealing and eating in the hallways was definitely no fun and you were ready to go back to ramshackle. but no- how could you show your face after this? some of your best friends know how much of a terrible person you are now! with your head down, tear began to slip from your eyes. you were just hungry, you had no money and the stupid headmage wouldn't pay you enough to keep you healthy so you had to do something. it's not your fault you were dealt shitty cards; you were just trying to survive-
"here, take this and go pay for what you took. meet me in the cafeteria afterwards and we can discuss how to go about the food situation. remember; only bad pups steal food." looking up with wide eyes, you saw crewel holding out enough madol to pay for your food. grim stuttered out loud. "h-hey?! you're just going to pay a thief? why aren't you working us to the bone to pay for what we took...?!" he asked, crewel not reacting much to his words. "i understand your situation and i sympathize with you. now hurry, we've got to be first in line at the cafeteria." crewel said, standing up and putting on his iconic fur coat. "run along, pay for what you took. i'll be waiting." he said, before standing you both up and ushering you out the door.
___ time skip brought to you by crowley, the kindest headmage.
in the cafeteria, you and grim sat with crewel, scarfing down all the food he bought for you both. as concerned as you were to use his money (funny, considering you didn't care too much for stealing just an hour ago), he convinced you it was alright. crewel seemed softer now, the empty cafeteria might've been why but he also didn't care too much for you messy eating... maybe he wasn't as uptight as you thought? "so, (name), i have a proposal. i've thought long about this for a while and today happened to be the best day to share my thoughts." he said, crossing his leg over the other. he sat up straight and fixed his jacket, which made you a tiny bit nervous. he's thought long about this..? what could he possibly be thinking about?
"i want to take you in as my own. i've noticed your struggle here since day one. that absolute trainwreck of a mess you call home, barely being able to afford necessities, no parental figures to lean on... it must be tough, no? that's exactly why i want you to consider me as your guardian." he said, as if he was thinking out loud. grim stopped chewing on his food and looked up to you, who looked up to crewel. an offer to finally have some security... from your favorite teacher.. this is where the waterworks came. it was always you helping others, it felt so nice to finally be helped. you nodded your head shakily, trying to keep back full sobs. "if you need anything, i want to be there for you. if you need a place to go during break, or someone to help you out in tough times.. i'm here."
crewel stood up and made his way to your side of the table, taking you in his arms. you both hugged for a while, crewel gently rocking you back and forward. grim felt emotional too and joined in on the hug. when he let go, you made direct eye contact with him. "you mean it...? how would you even..." you tried to shoot down the idea unintentionally. you didn't mean to, but the thoughts kept coming in. how would he handle you? he had his own life and you didn't want to burden him; especially because you were a trouble magnet. he wiped your tears with his thumbs and gently caressed your cheeks, snapping you out of your thoughts. "like a parent would. if you'd like to come home with me, i'll allow it. i'll feed you, i'll buy you whatever you need. i'll take you where you need to go, and i'll be here for when you need a shoulder to cry on."
hearing those words again made you start crying harder, grim rubbed his head on your arm to comfort you, but you knew he was feeling some kinda way too. "is it alright if i make it official? we can consider adoption..." crewel asked, and you nodded once more. wiping away your tears, you looked upwards. "only if grim can come with." grim's eyes went wide when he heard your response. "of course, but he must play nice to my dogs." you giggled, crewel and his dogs... crewel and his adopted child and their monster companion.... crewel and his family.
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