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hanafubukki · 3 months
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Summary: Baby Dragon Malleus comforts a teething Silver. He thinks all adults are idiots.
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Baby Malleus coos at Baby Silver as he cries.
Silver has started teething. His painful cries had Malleus purring at him.
Silver, red and teary, pulled the dragon closer to him.
Where’s papa? Malleus can’t help but wonder. Papa will surely fix Silver.
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Papa was an idiot, Malleus concluded.
Malleus had seen papa and another human talking.
It seemed the other human gave all the treatment he could to help his little brother.
Both of them. Idiots.
His baby brother was still uncomfortable, tears leaking from his eyes occasionally.
But it seemed Silver took comfort from the coolness of his tail, so he kept it wrapped around him at all times.
“Malleus. It’s time for Silver to ea-Ow!”
Lilia shook his bitten hand.
Idiot Papa.
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This…thing Silver chewed on seemed to help.
But not for long, it was constantly changed.
“Mrrow?”
Silver wiggles before pulling Malleus closer.
The...thing needed to be cold. He can make it cold!
Malleus blew on it. Silver laughed at the cooling sensation before burrowing his face into Malleus’ wings.
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“Malleus?! Did you freeze Silver’s teethers?!”
“Whatever Master Malleus did seemed to help, young Silver is sleeping soundly.”
Malleus smirked and curled around Silver, pulling him closer. Silver babbled and laughed happily in his sleep while patting Malleus.
See? He could take care of his family.
Everyone else was idiots.
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moxxbox · 1 year
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Malleus falling in love as soon as he sees you for the first time, he goes and tells Lilia right away hoping for something any advice he might have and Lilia gives him the most unhinged weirdass advice and it works? "Tell them that they rizzed you up and that you've fallen for the beauty they have." AND IT WORKS?😨Sebek watches in horror while Malleus says that to you iN PUBLIC! ! ! AND THEN YOU ACCEPT? ! ? Sebek in shock😨 Malleus and you, happy
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random-twst-things · 4 months
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*Leona's room*
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Hey! It's time to wake up! The suns been up for the last hour!
Leona, waking up groggy and groaning: What do you want to do? Photosynthesize? 😑
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: I'm surprised you even know what that word means.
Leona: and I'm surprised you don't know what the words "Don't bother me" mean.
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Says the super senior.
Leona: 😐
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: are you awake now??
Leona: No, part of this feels like a dream and I'm hoping it ends in you leaving.
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: AWWWWW you'd dream of me? 🤭
Leona: Don't flatter yourself herbivore, now get out.
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Dividers from @/cafekitsune
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yaksha-lover · 8 months
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Imagine being stuck between your not-boyfriend Leona and your dearest friend Malleus.
Things start out casual between you and Leona - you promise each other that you won’t catch feelings. There are endless reasons you two can’t ever be in a relationship: Leona’s the last person to want a commitment to anyone or anything, he’s a prince, you’re still planning to return to your home world. You agree to a few nights of fun whenever you both have time, eventually planning to go your separate ways without anyone ever finding out. Only things never work out that way.
One day, Leona stops leaving Ramshackle as soon as the two of you are finished. He stays and you make midnight snacks and actually talk. The late-night conversations show you a different side of Leona. You think the previous events of the night put him in a good mood, one where he’s willing to tell you stories of the Sunset Savanna, of his childhood.
Suddenly, the two of you are sneaking out of NRC on secret dates (neither of you call it that, but the dinners and sights he take you to are hard to dismiss as just a friendly get-together). It’s exhilarating while it lasts, the secrecy of this love affair. When it’s just the two of you, out where no one knows you, it’s like living in another universe where you could actually be together; there’s no mention of his royal status or your return home, there’s only you and him.
It’s hard to separate the ‘you’ that made the promise from the ‘you’ that knows the way Leona is when no one else is there for him to keep up appearances. You make a mistake; he’d huffed about holding your hand on a secret outing before, but ultimately he’d conceded and let you tug him along to places. This time, with an audience of the other housewardens, he isn’t so willing to forgive your little mistake.
Your attempt to take his hand and lead him out of the classroom is met with a fierce glare and him yanking his hand out of yours. You know it’s your fault - you should’ve known better than to break the rules that you agreed to, he’s not your boyfriend after all - but the sting of his rejection and the words of venom he spits at you have your chest squeezing tight enough to leave you rooted in place. Vil even stops to pat your shoulder on the way out, his pity at your rejection evident in his voice.
You think you might love him. The feeling is suffocating, nothing like you’d ever thought falling in love would be like. You’ve doomed yourself - Leona’s been clear about his intentions from the start - and still, you dared to hope that the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear meant something.
You never told Malleus about your relationship with Leona, but you never had to; he already knows. He’s far more observant than most give him credit for. What else can one do but listen when they have no one to talk to? No one, that is, until you. He notices the changes in you during each successive club meeting. The cycles of elation and heartbreak were easy to spot in your small grins and deep eye bags.
He’s a bit heartbroken himself when he first realizes it. He thought it was no secret that he was interested in you, but you remained oblivious despite his attempts. He comforts himself with the thought that this is just a temporary thing - a relationship never meant to last more than a change of seasons.
Eventually, when the sadness becomes too much for even you to hold in, you confide in him. That day, you cry into his arms and for the first time, he wishes to hurt Leona Kingscholar. Despite your insistence that this is not Leona’s fault, Malleus knows better.
It’s clear to anyone that Leona’s feelings for you run deeper than you know. Even before you two began this secret affair, everyone had known the way he looked at you, the way his eyes would linger. Now, his love for you is obvious in the way he takes care of you, the way he glares at anyone willing to come within a two meter radius of you.
It’s because he knows Leona has feelings for you that he hates him. Because his inability to express them sends you crying into Malleus’ own arms every time. You deserve better than someone who isn’t willing to show you how they truly feel. And yet, you never stop. You can’t resist him, Malleus supposes.
It hurts him, when you cry into his chest night after night. How cruel are you, to cry to him over another man when he has spent many nights simply trying to suppress his own feelings for you? He knows that you would never do this to him, if you knew about his feelings, but he can’t bring himself to tell you. He would rather stay by your side as a friend than lose you trying to become more. Malleus keeps that thought close to himself on the nights he’s alone and forced to wonder if you would’ve chosen him had you met him and not Leona first.
Malleus doesn’t know that you’ve thought the same, convinced that the dragon prince would never think about you that way. At first, you’d only really been interested in Leona, but the more he pushed you away and the more time you’d spent with Malleus, the more you began to see him in another light. You only become more and more confused about your feelings as time goes on.
The last time you’d seen Leona, you’d finally broken down and told him your true feelings. That you couldn’t do things casual anymore, that you’d longed to be with him as a real couple. You felt guilty also mentioning your growing feelings for Malleus, but in the end felt it was necessary to be entirely honest to him. You’d asked him to say something, to make a decision.
Leona hadn’t said a word, only staring at you in silence until you couldn’t take the feeling anymore and fled from his room. In a way, you felt that his silence had spoken for him and ended anything you thought existed between the two of you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to tell Malleus about it.
You have no idea how you make Leona’s heart ache. How much he cares about you and much it hurts to see your sad face when he has to pretend that he doesn’t. Old habits die hard, and Leona’s past makes it difficult for him to openly care about anything. He never wanted to make you feel like this - he wants to love you publicly, but his pride takes over and leaves him pushing you away.
He knows he sabotages all his chances at happiness, but Leona won’t let himself lose you. The next night, he shows up to your door, wearing a suit and flowers in hand (the most effort he’s put into anything in years), prepared to finally tell you of his feelings and ask you on a real date. He feels his heart sink when you open the door and he spots Malleus sitting at the coffee table behind you.
Only an hour earlier, Malleus had decided that he couldn’t live like this anymore, not telling you of his feelings. He’d also shown up at Ramshackle, asking you to talk. As he told you his feelings for you, you hadn’t said much, looking more surprised than anything. It was as he was waiting for your answer that the doorbell rang and Leona appeared on your doorstep.
The two men stare at each other and then back at you.
You have a choice to make: the handsome lion who’d won your heart during passionate nights or the beautiful dragon who’d been there for you all along?
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officialdaydreamer00 · 4 months
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✦ If I may ask, is it wrong for a mortal to wish for a god? May my hopes and dreams to embrace Idia be brought to fruition? Or will they just be scattered like stars in the sky..?
I apologize for two Idia asks already, sadly he is on of my favorites ✧
"... Child of mortals, one truth you must understand
To love a god, a great risk you put in your hands
Tragedies shall ensue, for the ichor you lack
For love should a god falls, there is no turning back."
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pairing: idia shroud x reader
content: short drabble, hurt/probably no comfort, character death, ichor's effect on humans is probably inaccurately described, idia has yet to meet his persephone here, angst :) , greek mythology
the oracle speaks — this hurts my soul to write (not really but still)
The Fates cannot save you now. I am sorry, my child.
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— you couldn't breathe.
each inhale was a wave of pain you had to endure. your lungs felt like they were burning, it made everything physically hurt to just breathe.
tears poured out from your dulling eyes like rivers, its coolness was like a salve to your burning skin. but it wasn't enough.
what had you done to deserve a fate like this?
"no... no, nonononononono—" you heard a familiar voice muttered, then a pair of arms wrapped around your sore body, cradling you in his hold. "this- this wasn't supposed to happen—"
his cool hand cupped your cheek, sending yet another painful throb to your brain. it took you everything to even open your eyes, bloody lips stretched into a pained smile as you saw his distinctive glowing blue hair. wisps of blue fire caressed your skin, light like feathers.
"i'm sorry, my king." your throat felt dry, the beautiful voice he adored hearing was now reduced to mere rasps. oh, how it felt like godly stabs to his immortal heart, seeing you in such a state.
his mind briefly wandered to just a moment before, when the ichor he spilt had made its way onto your delicate mortal skin. thus, putting you on the line to the underworld for eternity to come. you would be with him, still, it was just not the same.
tears pooled the corner of his eyes, he wondered if this was his fault, or it was a cruel destiny the fates had set for him. his cold lips pressed a kiss on your burning forehead, a grim reminder of your horrible demise.
"you deserve to reach elysium. i will make sure of it." he murmured, holding back his tears as he witnessed the fates snip your cord, ending your suffering at last.
his quiet voice, laced thick with sorrow was the last thing you heard, before you fell into a slumber, never to wake up again.
"I am so sorry, my love."
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rggie · 2 years
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things they do during the ‘honeymoon phase’
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characters: idia shroud, malleus draconia, vil schoenheit
summary: little things they start to do in the early stages of your relationship.
cw: gn!reader, fluff, sfw, vil does your makeup
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idia gets into your interests
“you know that game you like? it’s actually… alright.” idia says out of the blue, last word enunciated slowly as though he had been mulling over his word choice. he actually enjoyed the game very much, but he wasn’t going to tell you that—choosing to feign nonchalance, doing finger pushups against his desk in an attempt to look somewhat occupied.
you can’t help but beam. “you actually played it?!” you’re leaning in so, so close to him, the apples of his cheeks instantly grow rosy and he finds himself looking anywhere but your bright, hopeful eyes. he was the making you this happy? just by playing a game? (he decides this expression was one he wanted to see more often—if he could bring himself to look your way, that is.)
“w-well i didn’t get too far but from where i was, the lore seems interesting and the characters are cute, and…” he pauses, sneaking a glance at you. you’re hanging onto his every word, urging him to keep rambling on. “the graphics are cool too. i guess.” he internally facepalms. he should shut up. why did you care so much about his opinion, anyway?
“just give me your game id so i can add you–” idia’s mid-sentence when his words are cut off by a whisper of thanks and an odd, feverish sensation on his right cheek that ends faster than he can process. he short-circuits.
if his face had been flushed before, he’s certain his hair is now a similar shade, blue ends blossoming into dahlia pink as his breath hitches, heart thrumming against his chest rather suddenly.
“hh… it was nothing really. i mean, i guess it was pretty easy for a pro like me.” you were doing wonders for his ego. he’s baring his teeth, flashing his wide signature smile before his lips ghost over yours apprehensively.
“i-if i played more, would you kiss me again?”
malleus ensures your safety
“you really don’t have to walk me home!” you’re flailing your arms about a little helplessly as he meets your stride with a chuckle.
“but i want to. it’s also night-time.” he reminds you, ignoring the fact that you’re in a boarding school with sufficient security, and also had his retainers trailing after you, currently hiding in the bushes in an attempt to be somewhat inconspicuous. “making sure that you get home safe eases my worries considerably.”
well, when he puts it like that… you don’t have the heart to deny him.
as your shoulders bump, malleus wonders how your hands would feel in his. were you the type to intertwine fingers when holding hands, or did simply having one hand rest on top of another suffice? were your hands smaller, or bigger? his digits brush against your own, but retract themselves just as fast.
the action doesn’t go unnoticed. even after putting a label on your relationship, he’d still be hesitant initiating any sort of skin-ship. it’s as though he expects you to cower and shy away, when all you want to do is revel in his affection. so you stop walking.
malleus, lost in his own thoughts, continues on ahead, and you bite your tongue trying not to snicker when he finally breaks out of his reverie to see you’re no longer by his side. he beckons you over, forehead wrinkling slightly as he huffs and juts his lips out into a pout. cute. “what are you doing?”
“mal, we’re dating. you can hold my hand, you know.” surveying his tentative demeanour, you add: “it’d make me feel more secure if you did.”
“oh.” his pout is replaced by a coy smile as you meet his side once again.
“if that’s how you feel,” he squeezes your hand, swinging it back and forth before raising it with childlike awe. he’s brimming with unfathomable tenderness as you lock eyes; you match his expression, teetering between bashfulness and contentment. “then we should’ve done this sooner.”
vil listens your criticisms
“–and so i just told him straight: if that’s the role i’m going to be offered, then i’ll take my leave.” vil finishes his rant as you hum in acknowledgment, eyes closed as you try your best to stay still. he’s putting some sort of powder all over your face, and you resist the urge to scrunch your nose at the ticklish sensation of brush hairs flicking across your profile. “i can imagine how you strutted out.” you giggle.
though your eyes are closed, you know he’s rolling his eyes at your remark as he holds your shoulder firmly to stop it from moving with the tremors of your laugh. “well? what would you have done?”
you’re silent for a couple beats, pursing your lips in contemplation. “i suppose i would’ve tried to compromise. i think you should’ve asked about other roles instead of leaving right away when you didn’t get what you wanted.” the room seems to still, and you feel like retracting your words when he doesn’t reply immediately. “vil?”
“you’re right.” other than rook, you were the only one brave enough to talk to him straightforwardly, lacking any semblance of falsity. “i think i needed to hear that.” vil carries on working away, spraying you with something you only recently learned (courtesy of him, of course) was ‘setting spray’. an odd, guttural noise comes from your boyfriend’s throat—you’re not sure if that’s a particularly positive or negative sign. “you can open your eyes.”
adjusting to the sudden brightness, you blink thrice before peering at yourself in the vanity mirror. “so? am i beautiful now?” you tease light-heartedly, posing as he pulls you into taking a quick selfie before pocketing his phone again.
he admires your sanguine features and his hard work, feeling a smile tug against the corners of his lips; he lets it grow wide, because he supposes there’s no need to play pretend. you always see right through him anyway. he presses a kiss to your nose, careful not to smudge the silvery highlight on it’s tip. “you’re already beautiful.”
he likes you so much it’s detestable.
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eydi-andrius · 7 months
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Ours, huh. (Malleus Draconia x Reader)
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a/n: just an exercise after my long break. also, malleus was so adorable at the current event. where he came three hours early so he will not miss his first vacation outside briar valley
cw/tw: unedited, pure brainrot for malleus
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"I definitely heard that thunder loud and clear." Cater nervously laughed and looked outside the window of the mirror chamber.
It was true though. The once beautiful morning slowly turns dim as dark clouds with lightning crawl out and hide the sun.
"Wow! I've never seen Tsunotarou make that kind of expression before. Look! He's turning really scary." Grim grimaced and made sure to move closer to you as he watched Malleus' expression turn darker and scarier. The more you stare at his hulking stature, the louder the thunder outside.
Jamil was not at fault though for making Malleus angry. A royalty without an escort to a public event will surely be a problem. A national security level of problem. You're actually weirded out that Sebek wasn't here wreaking havoc because Malleus will go out alone. Lilia probably has him on a chokehold.
"Why was that? Draconia has been here for three hours. I think he was that excited to join you today." Crowley, just like how useless he was, emphasizes how much Malleus has been looking forward to this trip, more than doing his job as a professor and interfering with the problem at hand.
You watch Malleus' mood turning sour, as he hears the professor's words, and Jamil trying his best to make his point across when you hear Trey coughed behind you. You looked back at him and Trey nodded at where Malleus was standing. A frown was your only response, wondering what he meant. His only reply was an exasperated sigh when you did not understand him. He then opened his mouth to speak without sound, mouthing about Malleus again but you're far too slow to understand that too.
Done with the way you and Trey danced with each other, Cater held your shoulders, and forcefully made you look back again at Malleus. As you turn, a loud crack of thunder hits near the school that makes you flinch. It took you awhile to regain your composure but once you got yourself together, you almost choked in fear on how furious Malleus is looking right now.
If he was in his dragon form, he probably would have eaten and swallowed Jamil – whole.
Not giving you enough time, Cater pushed you towards Malleus and you tripped in front of him. Good thing his reflexes were fast and he was able to catch you on time. The air of anger and malice immediately vanished and his eyes softened as he looked at you.
Ah! They want me to take care of Malleus for them. These Heartslabyul friends of yours. You wonder if they were truly your friends or they were just using you when they needed your help. Tsk.
"Child of man, are you alright?" Tone soft and calm, he asked you. He even checked if you have any scratches from your accidental tripping.
"I am fine, Tsunotarou. Was it true that you waited for three hours here?" When Malleus blushed at your question, you also blushed in return.
"I did. I was afraid I would miss it so I woke up earlier than the agreed time."
Still a little excessive though. Was the thought inside your head but you know too well that Malleus' fear was valid. Somehow, even with his tall stature, people always miss him out or completely forget him. It always has been a mystery to you, especially when you never forget to invite him in everything you do. It wasn't that hard.
"You must be tired waking up that early. But I'm so glad you're coming with us today. Right, Jamil?" You looked at Jamil, who looked like any minute now he would pee in distress. So with your eyes, you silently begged him to just agree.
With no other choice, and with the incestent of Kalim, he agreed.
Glad that everything worked out, you intertwined your arms to Malleus' right arm.
"Let's enjoy our first vacation outside NRC, shall we?" You asked him with a broad smile and a tilt of your head.
He looks surprised at first with the gesture. His eyes wide and mouth agape. But when he got himself back, he gave you a sly grin.
"Ours, huh. Well, let's enjoy it together then." He gave you a smile and you did not fail to notice how the flowers seemed to bloom and the sun shone brighter outside before the mirror took you all to your destination.
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starburts-addict · 8 months
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Imagine…
You don't remember how long you've been stuck at the same age, been stuck in the game and worst of all, you started to lose track of how many times you've died. Everytime you see the light, it's constantly Grim opening the coffin you find yourself in. Then one time, to your surprise, Grim seems baffled to see you when he opens the coffin. It turns out, he remembers the last time you died. At his paws. That is the only thing he remembers that was significant, aside from your adventures.
Imagine…
While you and Grim formulate a plan to help you send back home, you both realize the main cast is acting a bit different towards you. And each other. The playful banter now replaced by aggressive competitiveness that you know for in fact they never had. The affection towards you increased tenfold, which was confusing and lastly their aggression towards grim seemed more aggressive than ever before. You and grim try to figure out what exactly caused these changes while trying to distance yourselves from the game now that you are no longer trying to keep the story line the same.
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devvelle · 1 year
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Let it Snow
Genre: fluff, drabbles
Characters: Leona, Floyd, Azul, Idia, and Malleus x gn!reader
Scenario: sweet winter moments with them <3
Notes: most of these take place at NRC and reader is implied to be the prefect. no specific holiday mentioned, just winter coziness !
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Leona, and cuddling by the fire...
Leona's been spending quite a lot of time with you lately. 
You hadn’t thought much of it, seeing as he appeared innocent in intention and didn't give you any reason for suspicion. But something still seems strange about his behavior, with the third year growing ever-clingier as the winter holidays approach.
Given this, you find it a bit odd that Leona makes no appearance as you run errands on the main campus today. As you make your way back to your dorm in the evening, you even question Ruggie via text–but he doesn’t have any idea where his dorm leader is, either. Nerves begin to settle in as you trudge through the snow, wondering where on campus he might be freezing to death.
However, all your questions are answered once you step foot into Ramshackle.
You make it no more than a few steps into the warm living room when a hand grips onto your wrist, pulling you around the couch before you can question what’s going on. Your attempt to shriek is stifled by a large hand, and rather forcefully you’re tugged down onto the lumpy piece of furniture. Dropping all your bags, you collapse inelegantly onto the trespasser; their snicker is one you’d recognize anywhere.
"About time you got back, herbivore."
Your fear turns into overwhelming annoyance almost immediately. Slapping his hand away with a glare doesn’t seem to phase him at all, though. He wraps his arm around you instead, pulling your legs over his lap with an annoying smirk. Albeit reluctantly, you settle into his embrace seeing as he clearly has no plans of setting you free.
Taking off your gloves you huff, “what are you doing here?"
“Heard Crowley had you running around. I wasn’t going to chase after you, so I sent your pet to go hang at some other dorm and waited here.” He punctuates his sentence with a yawn, showing absolutely no remorse for poor Grimm. You roll your eyes.
That’s when you finally take note of the state of your living room.
It’s undoubtedly much cozier than it had been when you left in the morning; wood crackles in the fireplace, a large candle spreads the faint scent of vanilla throughout the room, and several expensive looking blankets are laid out on the arm of the couch. You squeeze the hand he has around you, blinking at him warily.
“You did all of this?” 
“About time you noticed.”
Leona doesn’t give you a chance to say anything more, not that you even know what to say. He drapes a blanket over you both and pulls you closer, instructing you to sleep while he he tends to removing your shoes. The wood burns bright and the snow continues to fall as you relax in his embrace.
Winter vacation is imminent, meaning Leona will have to go home and face his family along with the complicated emotions he feels toward them. But your company is a reminder that the world is not entirely against him.
You can’t shame him for wanting to keep you close.
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Floyd, and playing in the snow...
When you meet up with Floyd after class, his mood is clearly sour. He wears a deep-set scowl and his uniform is in more disarray than usual, but what most concerns you is his silence. 
He always has something to say, no matter what kind of mood he’s in. If he's happy, he'll let you know all about it. If he's mad, he won't let you go until you justify his emotions and whatever actions he took as a result of them. But as he walks you to your next class, your attempts to spark conversation are blatantly ignored. Something that's never happened before.
“Floyd, something wrong?”
“I dunno.”
“Oookay. Are you feeling alright?”
“Yup.” 
He pops the ‘p’ and silence settles between you once more.
Shoving your hands into your coat, you run through what else you can say, but Floyd isn’t someone who can be forced to cooperate. There's not a high chance you'll find out what's wrong, so your hands are pretty much tied.
But just as you reach the exterior hallway, you notice the flurries of snow cascading just a few feet away. Afresh layer of snow rests upon the grass, entirely undisturbed. An idea strikes you.
Looking around, you make sure that the two of you are alone in this section of the courtyard and it's all the motivation you need. Quickly, you jog over to the snow-covered ground while Floyd watches you silently, an impatient expression creeping onto his face. Crouching low, you ball up some snow. And your aim, for better or worse, decides to be perfect today.
When you turn and throw it at him, it hits him straight in the face. The snow falls to the ground comically as he stares at you with eyes full of disbelief.
He wants to be upset, really. But the words on the tip of his tongue are held back when he hears your laughter.
And before you can breathe a word of apology, he’s running toward you full-speed.
“No, Floyd. Stop! Wait-” You jump to your feet and try to back away, but it’s too late.
In the blink of an eye he topples you backward into the thick snow, leaving you struggling to breathe underneath his body weight. After a few smacks to his back, he places his arms by your head to hoist himself off of you, giving you a daring look. But his is hair covered in so much snow that you can't help but burst into laughter again. 
“What’s so funny?” He questions, knitting his eyebrows together with a pout. But his eyes are bright, and his mouth twitches with the threat of a grin.
You shake some snow from his hair instead of answering, which proves to be a bad choice as it falls directly onto your face instead. He laughs at you and rolls over, laying next to you in the now-disrupted blanket of white. You both turn your heads to look at one another expectantly, Floyd seemingly searching your expression for something while you helplessly smile back. With a huff, he ultimately turns his gaze to the clouds above.
“Ya never just leave people alone. Dontcha ever get tired of tryna fix everyone?” 
His voice is quiet, barely audible over the harsh whisper of the wind. He feels around for your hand in the snow, lacing his fingers with yours a bit too tightly once he finds it. Squeezing his hand back, you contemplate how to reply.
Ultimately, you settle with something simple. Something he'll understand.
“Well, you’re boring when you’re sad, Floyd.”
After a moment of stunned silence, he laughs brightly.
It’s carefree and infectious, and you have to take a moment to admire the way joy looks on him. Once you both recover, he sits up to shake snow from his hair, flashing you a maniacal smile and speaking cheerily.
“You have 3 seconds before I get ya, Shrimpy. Start runnin'.”
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Azul, and shopping for gifts...
It only takes a half hour of gift shopping for Azul to start acting like he’s being tortured.
He was hesitant to accompany you from the start, but the moment you suggest he do some shopping of his own he seriously considers abandoning you. According to him, gift-giving isn’t one of his areas of expertise. Nor does he desire it to be.
Even so, you drag him from store to store until you find yourselves in the perfect holiday antique shop. As you walk ahead of him through the cluttered aisles, your conversation lands on gift ideas for the twins.
“You should get them something physical,” you stress, explaining yet again that a “holiday bonus” isn’t as thoughtful as he thinks it is. “Money is great, sure, but a thoughtful gift shows you care.”
Judging by the way Azul doesn’t argue this time, he must finally see some sense in your argument. Either that, or he realized he won’t win against you. You pick up a plastic snowman and he grimaces at its poorly painted face.
“I don’t have the slightest idea what they would want. Money is much easier.” A line of porcelain knick knacks manages to catch his eye as he says that, but he realizes the major potential for disaster should one of those be put in the hands of Floyd.
You link your arm with his. "It’s the thought that counts. Just get them something you think they’ll like." For a while, he remains silent.
You lead him through the store, arm in arm, while grabbing a few things for your own friends. Leaving him to contemplate his gifts, you only make the occasional suggestion until a few minutes later, he mumbles something under his breath. You don't quite catch it.
“What was that?” You ask.
He bristles, clearing his throat. Your attempts to catch his eye prove unsuccessful, but he repeats himself.
“What would you like? For the…holidays.”
It's entirely accidental that your laughter escapes you, caught off guard by his uncharacteristic shyness. Immediately you try to stifle it with a cough, but he's already petulantly trying to unlink his arm from yours.
“I didn’t mean to laugh!” You plead lightheartedly, contented when he stops fighting with a sigh. Tightening your hold, you let your head fall to his shoulder in front of a display of snowglobes. “I promise I’ll be happy with anything, even if it’s just a card. Don't worry so much.”
“And if you don’t like what I get you?”
“Try again next year.”
In the reflection of a snow globe, you finally see him crack a smile.
He pinches your arm playfully, successfully slipping out of your grasp when you recoil in surprise. He turns to you, slightly startling you but prompting you to do the same. Wide-eyed you watch as he takes a step forward, crowding you into the corner of the already cramped shop. 
“Actually, I think I might know what you’d like,” he leans in close, his gaze flickering to your lips and making your breath hitch. There's no more room for you to back up, and your heart pounds relentlessly as he watches you like a hunter their prey. He cups your cheek, his lips ghosting over your own.
“Would you mind if I gave it to you early?”
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Idia, and the first snowfall of the season...
The sound of an incoming call disrupts Idia’s game. He doesn’t bother to check who it is–there’s only one person it could be–yet he still pauses before accepting.
It hasn’t been long since you pushed your way into his circle and started developing a friendship with him. It took him (and Ortho) by surprise, and so speaking with you is still something he finds himself needing lots of mental preparation for. His fingers are unsteady in picking up his phone, causing him to almost miss the button when he finally answers.
“Idia!” Your voice comes through somewhat breathlessly, but your enthusiasm is loud and clear. He can hear you aggressively slamming what seems to be drawers, for whatever reason. “Have you looked outside?”
Your sudden inquiry catches him off guard, seeing as he barely had the courage to answer the phone, let alone questions. His nerves spike as you wait patiently for his answer, so he glances around his room.
Only to cringe when he realizes he doesn’t even have a window to look out of. 
“Um, n-no I haven't. Is something wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just the weather.” You laugh, slamming another drawer which makes him jolt.
He takes a steadying breath, trying to relax. “Well, the weather in my dorm isn’t the s-same as yours, so...”
“Ugh, that's right.” Your disappointment gives him a dreadful feeling, but you don't give him a chance to dwell on it. “Well, it snowed here last night! I was thinking of making a snowman, do you want to come over?”
Ten minutes later, you’re standing at his door with an extra hat in hand and an excited Ortho hovering at your side.
As the three of you make the journey back to Ramshackle, you and the younger Shroud brother make excited conversation the whole way. Once the snow is in sight you suggest making a snowman to Ortho, and Idia hangs back while you get to work. He takes a moment to better compose himself.
Yet it’s in watching you with his brother that Idia realizes how much of a mess his emotions are. He watches through the condensation of his breath as you show Ortho how to carefully pack snow and place it where it’s needed. His expression softens at all the ways you take care to ensure that the wet snow doesn’t harm his brother's build.
Idia hardly ever notices the cold, but he knows it would feel much more frigid here, and in all of Twisted Wonderland, without you.
Caught in his thoughts, he doesn't notice when you come bounding up to him until his cold hand is in both of your gloved ones. He squeaks, startled by the very object of his anguish. You tug on his arm innocently.
“What are you sulking over here for? Come help us!” 
But Idia won’t budge. His gaze flickers behind you, checking that Ortho is distracted, before focusing his attention back on you. He sort of processes you asking if something is wrong while tentatively adjusting the collar of his coat. 
Very much so, he thinks.
The flurries of snow landing on your face take up most of his focus. Your eyebrows are raised and your head is tilted at him, and it’s so captivating that he wants to burn this moment into his memory forever, if possible. One of your hands still holds onto his, playing with his fingers patiently.
As he stares at you, he wonders how you’d react if he just…kissed you, maybe. He knows you must have some feelings for him, at least he thinks so, but in his state, it would surely be a disaster regardless. So he shuts the idea down quickly-there's plenty of time to get to that.
He squeezes your hand with an apologetic smile, one you reciprocate ten times brighter.
“S-sorry,” he chokes. “Lead the way?”
He relishes in the warmth of your hand in his.
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Malleus, and decorating for the holidays...
Malleus, ever eager to learn more of your customs, happily agrees to help you decorate Ramshackle for the holidays.
He arrives early, as he tends to when he’s excited about something, and beats your alarm clock in waking you up. You open your eyes to him sitting beside you, reading a book and sporting gold tinsel wrapped around his horns. In your half-awake state, the tinsel is much more startling than his presence.
"Um, goodmorning. What's with the uh..." Blinking sleepily, you gesture to his head.
He looks up in confusion, before piecing together what you're referring to.
"Lilia informed me that it would be appropriate. He said you'd appreciate 'festive' attire?"
You laugh warmly as you rub your eyes, ever grateful for Lilia's whims.
Malleus reads patiently as you get dressed in as many layers as possible, and eventually, you make your way downstairs to the lounge.
As you open some boxes of decorations you’d gathered from Sam’s, he takes the opportunity to peak through them as well. He’s fascinated by the strings of lights and paper snowflakes you bring out, excited to be the one helping you. As if his horns weren't shiny enough, he's practically glowing every time you ask him to place something up high, finding joy in being at your service. It would be lying to say you weren't absolutely endeared by his excitement.
When you get to decorating the windows, you don't expect the sight of a thick blanket of snow outside. It hadn't been there last night, and the way it falls from the sky indicates that it won’t be stopping, either. You pause your actions, Malleus joining you in intrigue.
“I didn’t realize it was going to snow today.” You look down thoughtfully before turning to him. The snow seems to be coming in quite heavily, even still. “Do you want to go back to your dorm?”
He blinks at you.
“Would you like me to go?”
Looking surprised by your question, disappointment practically drips from his voice. He seems to take it as you asking him to leave, which you correct frantically.
“No, it’s not that! I just don’t want you to get stuck here."
His face softens, chuckling fondly. Reaching a hand out he smooths the space between your eyebrows until your face lifts into the lighter expression he prefers on you. Taking one end of the garland in your hands, he only momentarily disregards your question to bring it to the mantle above the fireplace.
“I may come and go as I please, as I do believe you are aware. How do you think I arrived?” He questions, gesturing for you to join him. You chastise yourself for not realizing, having forgotten about his magic since you spend most of your time with him walking. “But I wish to spend more time with you, if you’ll allow it.”
After that, your conversation dwindles–largely due to your embarrassment–but the silence is comfortable.
Once all the decorations go up, the two of you find yourselves on the couch. You sit on one end, his head in your lap while you admire the hues of gold and silver all around you. Your fingers brush through the hair on his forehead and trace over his horns, tinsel now gone in favor of decorating the windowsill. You feel a warm sense of home, one you've been missing so much since arriving in this world, and it's a comforting thought as you watch flurries of ice collect on the window pane.
“Thank you for helping me today, Mal. It really means a lot.”
He meets your eyes, smiling warmly.
“Anything for you, my child of man.”
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a/n : haiii everyone I hope this gets u guys in the holiday mood! I wanted to explore some cozy prompts with my fave boys since it's the holidays (can u tell I got carried away w Azul n Idia...) hope these r cute
also need to say thank you for all the love and support lately !! i'm not great at replying to comments and such because I still don't entirely know how to use Tumblr, but I appreciate it so so much. you're all so kind and I'm glad I get to share this platform with you all! see u soon, kisses
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drac0nia · 10 months
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— 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘 !
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✧┆some drabbles for the sillies <3
♯ malleus, floyd x reader, established relationships, self-indulgent, lowercase, no proofread.
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୧ 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖞𝖉 ༘ ₊˚.
you lay in bed, in your boyfriend’s hoodie, a little too oversized for you. with phone in hand, it caught you off guard when floyd opened the door and closing it shut; a visible grin on his face, “hey, shrimpy~ i missed ‘ya.” he carelessly dropped his hat and blazer on the floor before taking off his shoes. with a skip in his step, he lays down beside you, hugging your body closely, his arms wrapped around your waist.
“hm? ‘sthat my hoodie?” one of his hand traveled up into the jacket, searching for the tag. “ah, it is. cute~” he cooed before yawning, “ahh, i’m tired, you don’t mind right?” he gave you a lazy smile before going underneath the hoodie. his head rested on your stomach with his arms on your sides, his hands caressing it. he smiles contently underneath the fabric of his hoodie, enjoying your warmth as it slowly lulls him to sleep. “you’re the best, shrimpy~”
୧ 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖚𝖘 ༘ ₊˚.
it was after school, you were getting ready with malleus before the both of you go out on a date. leaving grim with your best friends, you had to make sure to call the adeuce duo to make sure that grim was well taken care of and behaved. after all, you wouldn’t want your idiots get collard and owe them big time, making sure grim was well behaved had you buying their lunches.
☾┆hiatus is over hoes, it’s my bday fic :pp
you were starting to get frustrated and malleus took noticed of it, “are you alright, my dear?” he asked, concerned. the zipper of your clothes were cooperating and you had fifteen minutes left, malleus chuckled at your frustration. “now, now, i shall help you. come here.” he had a small smug look with him, towering behind you as his hand held the zipper. he stopped to look at your back, his other hand tracing the spine slowly, earning shivers from you. he laughed softly, kissing your back and the nape of your neck before pulling up the zipper. “beautiful as always, my dear.”
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lemonandlime22 · 11 months
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Hello! May I request bitey!child! reader with the housewarrdens and they find out why reder is like that.
Also love your scenarios! Just make sure to drink water and get enough reast!
Riddle & Leona find out the reason for the bitey child!Yuu's biteynes [pt 1]
Warning(s):
Word count: 1k
A/N: Aww tysm! I'm glad you like them! You too hun! I hope you enjoy it. I was originally planning on doing them all at once but I just got too excited to share it so here is pt 1, and I'll post the rest soon.
[Bitey child!Yuu Masterlist]
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Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle has hated your biting from the beginning, and has wholeheartedly believed that you were just a miss behaving child
and no matter how fond of you he begrudgingly gets. he will always believe that
but that 'always' got cut short around the end of B4 and the beginning of B5 right after winter brake.
Riddle was in his room unpacking his things, he had just gotten back from winter brake and was ready to jump straight back into work. But he didn't, he was going to give himself the day to prepare and destress from the brake. He had spoken to his mother about his life and how she raised him, but he didn't want to think about that now, he was just going to unpack, get all his books in order, maybe he get have one of Trey baked goods he brought back-
*BANG**BANG**BANG*
Riddle jumped at the bagging coming from his door but quickly composed himself and answered it. Before he could begin to lecture the person about how to properly knock of someone's door, the Heartslabyul student just shoved Yuu in between themself and the Housewarden. Yuu didn't waste a second before the hugged onto Riddles lags.
"Watch your child!" Was all they said before quickly leaving to avoid that inevitable lecture Riddle was shocked but quickly snapped out of it and led them to his bed.
He took a deep breath before he started talking, "Ok. What did you do? Did bite them?" His stern voice did nothing to shake Yuu, they had grown used to it at this point. Yuu simply nodded their head with a smile before climbing onto his bed. Riddle felt his face grow redder with frustration. He had tried for months to get them to stop this violent behavior, but it never worked.
No matter what he did it never changed.
No matter how many collars he put on them.
Or how many lectures he gave them.
They. Never. Stopped.
His patience was running incredibly thin.
Riddle breathed in slowly then back out at the same speed, trying to do those breathing exercises Cater had shown to him. He didn't want to get too mad at them, but it was getting increasingly hard not to. As They sat there, happily laying on the covers, Riddle started to pace, both trying to calm down and think of any more possible ways of stopping them.
Then it hit him, why hadn't he thought of it sooner? Riddle stopped in his tracks and slowly walked back to his bed.
"Yuu, may I ask you a question?" Riddle pulled them up so they were sitting upright and facing him.
Yuu just hummed in acknowledgment. Riddle sighed and continued, "Where did you learn to bite people? Did anyone teach you too? Or did you perhaps see someone else do it?"
"Huh...?" They tilted their head, not understanding what Riddle was asking "What...?"
He breathed in deeply again and pushed the frustration back down. "I mean... You bite people, that is not good. I want to help you change that, but first I need you to tell me where you saw it, or who taught you to do it."
"Oh... I dunno... I just do, I don't want 'em to hurt me i guess..."
Riddle's breath hitched and his heart started to race, his mind instantly went to the worst-case scenario. Did someone hurt Yuu so badly and so frequently that they had to bite and make it a habit??
"What- What happened!?"
After hearing your story, Riddle breathed a sigh of relief
what you went through was horrible
but at the very least it wasn't as terrible as the things he was imagining.
After this he becomes far more patient and soft with you, and he works with Grim to help you feel safe
he also checks up on you far more often throughout the day.
Riddle feels quite idiotic now that he looks back on it, for not figuring out sooner who you have bitten,
I mean, now that he thought about the people you had bitten, most either fit the typical intimidating person or just gave off a bad feeling.
He made you stay the night at Heartslabyul that day, and it also became more often for him to invite you over as well
he just wants to reinforce the knowledge that you are safe.
Leona Kingscholar
Leona never cared all that much for you, but he'd be lying if he said he doesn't find you amusing, like when you try to help out Ruggie with making/bringing him his lunch, doing his laundry,
or when he finds you had cuddled up into his side while he was napping, even when you'd play with his tail while you thought he was asleep.
He never cared about why you'd bite people, just as long as you kept being funny and biting others and not him
but he did end up finding out why, not through you, but through Cheka, just a couple days before winter break.
"Unca! Unca!!" Leona groaned and turned over at the sound of his young nephew, who was running towards him in the botanical garden. Cheka was meant to be with Yuu at Ramshackle right now, so Leona assumed that you two were coming to bother him. But when the footsteps got closer he noticed there was only one pair and turning over, and sure enough, there was only Cheka coming his way. It was strange, the two of you were never far from one another when Cheka came to visit.
"What'd you want Cheka" He grumbled and closed his eyes again, instantly shutting down that ever so small carious, and maybe even worried feeling. "It's Yuu!" Cheka said trying to catch his breath "They need to come with us back home next break!". Leona groaned again, this was far from the first time the little lion had demanded Yuu stay with them. "Why this time?" Leona lazily replied, deciding to entertain the young boy so he leaves faster. "So they won't be alone anymore." The look on Cheka's face was pure determination, and Leona already knew it was going to be a pain to try and deter him. "I already told you, they won't be alone, they've got the Grim and the ghosts." The grumpy lion turned back over, his back now facing his nephew.
Cheka huffed and plopped onto his uncle's side "That's not what I mean!" "Then what do you mean?" Leona replied in a bored tone, already regretting his choice of staying awake. "I mean they should live with us!"
Leona nearly chocked on his own spit at his nephews words. Yuu? live in the same building as him?? For who knows how long??? AGAIN!?!? He'd rather actually choke then that ever happening. "And why the hell would they need to live with us?? They already live in Ramshackle."
"But they disserve an actual home for once! Please Unca! Please!" Cheka slid down his uncles side to the front of him and showed off the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. Those words confused Leona, what exactly did Cheka mean by 'Actual home for once'? "...No. They already have a home." He huffed and closed his eyes once more. "Besides, Crowley's going to send them back to their actual home soon enough."
"What?!?" Cheka shot up "No! They can't go back! They'll be alone with those mean store people again!" The small boy claimed up up onto Leona's side once more and started to shake the man as best his small arms could. "Come on Unca! You gotta stop him from sending them back! you gotta!!"
Cheka continued to scream and shake his uncle until he had enough, he sat up and garbed the boy to sit in front of him. "Ok- ok- oK! Why in the great seven can't they go back!?"
Leona had expected Cheka to say that he would miss them or smth like that
not your entire life story.
In all honestly he doesn't know how to feel
but he does understand your reasoning and why you and Ruggie get along so much.
He never confronts you about this and doesn't change the way acts around you
except he is just slightly more gentle with you if you squint.
Oh and he just told Cheka to talk to his Dad about you staying with them.
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hanafubukki · 9 months
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You knew Silver was worried with the way he glanced at you occasionally and the slight downward turn of his lips.
Sebek looked as if he wanted to say something but was holding himself back in fear of his grandfather reprimanding him again.
Grim pulled at your clothes but accepted your portion of the food anyways after you patted him on the head.
You had been skipping your meals.
But how can you eat like this?
Malleus had overblotted and put everyone to sleep.
Silver was constantly stressed no matter how much he tried to hide it.
Sebek was hurt by the words his grandfather had spoken.
Grim was the same though you knew he worries about you.
And then there was Lilia, well, General Lilia that is. He was different from the man you loved and yet you can see the familiarity in actions and emotions he would display.
So can anyone blame you for the lack of appetite?
"You have not been eating."
You were startled.
You looked up to see General Lilia looking down on you.
You gave him small smile, of course he would notice. Your Lilia always did notice when your appetite changed. Sometimes to your horror, he thought it would help to cook for you.
"I'm not hungry."
You watched in surprise as he sat down next to you. You watched as he dug around in his pocket before offering something to you. You took it from him and opened up the item.
To your surprise, it was an assortment of items: nuts, berries, dried meats, and more.
"Humans are weaker than Fae, it will do you no good to go without food for so long."
You couldn't help it. You smiled a real smile in what felt like years and thanked him.
The General’s eyes widened slightly at the look on your face before turning away.
You turned to your meal and started snacking.
You missed the look of fondness and confusion in his eyes. You missed the way his fingers seemed to twitch as if he wanted stroke your hair or hold your hand.
But what you didn’t miss, was the way he leaned forward to block the wind so you wouldn’t get cold from it.
You didn’t miss the slight smile on his lips after you finished eating.
And you knew, someway, somehow, everything would be alright.
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atierrorian · 8 months
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Hey, it's the same anon who asked messy and lazy MC with Vil :)
I decided to ask a part 2 of this, this time with other housewardens saying "why are you so hard on [Name]? They're so well behaved" and actually is true, without Vil MC is actually not a mud gremlin
Welcome back Anon! And I just imagine Vil's face when they said that.
Part 1
Warnings: Ooc
Note: This was a lot of fun to write and I am sorry if I wasn't able to post it anytime sooner, I was kinda busy with other things and I have other drafts as well! But I enjoyed writing this!
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When Vil woke up this morning, he most certainly did not expect one of the house wardens, or most specifically Riddle, to come up to him and say words Vil never would have expected to hear.
"Hello Vil, I just have a question." Riddle said while crossing his arms and looking up at Vil, who looked at him curiously.
Vil sighed and nodded, wondering what Riddle's question was.
"Why are you always so hard on [Name]? They've always been so well-behaved and so polite." Now that, that question made Vil wonder what Riddle was talking about and if they were talking about the same [Name].
Riddle kept looking at Vil, waiting for an answer while Vil just stood still and processed the words Riddle said. What does he mean by "Well-behaved"?
"What do you mean?" Vil said while placing both of his hands on Riddle's shoulders and shaking him slightly, whilst Riddle looked confused.
"What do you mean what do I mean? I mean [Name] is honestly better than most of the Heartslabyul students and actually respects the Queen of Hearts's rules."
Vil stopped shaking Riddle and processed the words Riddle said.
He never thought he would hear the word [Name] and well-behaved in the same sentence unless it was "[Name] is not well-behaved." And respects? Half of the time [Name] just runs around with mud and chases him while they have mud.
All Vil ever knew [Name] was the fact they had no etiquette whatsoever and the fact that they were just a mud gremlin.
And after that conversation, some of the house wardens also began to bombard Vil with questions about why he was so harsh on [Name] and why [Name] was always so helpful and always listened.
So how come they never did the same for him?
During lunch Vil had searched for [Name] despite the fact he could have Rook find [Name], he wanted to do it himself personally, he wanted to talk to [Name] about the matter.
And he found them, sitting on a bench while eating their lunch.
But Vil was surprised when he saw what they were eating, it wasn't anything unhealthy like they normally would eat, no, it was instead the diet that Vil gave them and they were eating it. Half of the time Vil would normally see [Name] eat unhealthy foods in front of him just to rile him up.
But this time, they weren't.
Vil walked to them and sat next to them, startling [Name].
"Uh House warden? What do you want this time?" [Name's] voice was muffled since they still had food in their mouth but still held annoyance, which made Vil doubt all of the house wardens' words.
"First of all, don't talk when your mouth is full, second of all, why do you behave around the other house wardens?"
Vil's question made [Name] swallow their food and stopped eating. Looking at Vil who was looking at them with his eyes narrowed and looked quite offended.
"Wha-" [Name] to say the least didn't know what to say, they pondered Vil's words before finally replying and shrugged.
"Well most of the time I only do the things I do to you just to annoy you because of all the lessons you give me and you're harsh when it comes to your methods of beauty."
Vil didn't know what to say, he only frowned and then sighed, but apparently [Name] wasn't done yet, they continued talking after they were done chewing their food.
"And you always have Rook after me and Rook is just plain creepy. But besides that, I do have respect for you, I just wish you wouldn't force me to doll myself up, that's it." They said before sheepishly looking at Vil.
"I know you're probably mad whenever I chased you or didn't listen to you, but I did have my reasons. And if it makes you feel better, I can stop chasing you with mud."
[Name] nervously waited for Vil's response, hoping they didn't make Vil angry, to say the least.
[Name]'s attention was brought back when Vil sighed.
"You have so much potential [Name], I admit, and I want you to bloom into a beautiful flower, but you always ruined the image of Pomefiore whenever you kept running away," Vil admitted before looking at them with a much softer gaze.
"I guess I also have to apologize for being harsh on you, and I would very much appreciate it if you stopped chasing me with mud," Vil said and [Name] chuckled before nodding.
"Okay! I'll stop getting myself mud and chasing you, besides, I'm sick of Rook always having to stop me as well anyways, and I guess I'll be willing for you to doll me up."
Vil smiled and startled [Name] before looking away, embarrassed.
Bonus:
"Soo does this mean we're like, best friends now?"
"Don't push it."
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loverofazul · 11 months
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𝑯𝒖𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 Pt.3
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-Octavinelle Dorm-
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Azul could only blush as you carefully caressed his face, staring into his eyes. His own hands shakily rested on your waist, his long fingers messing with the fabric of your clothes.
"I love you so much" You mumbled, making the male's face light up like a light bulb.
He averted his eyes for a brief moment, trying to compose himself before he answered you back. He opened and closed his mouth a few times like a fish out of water.
With a final clear of his throat, Azul answered back with a shaky voice. "I....I love you-u as well, My Pearl"
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Jade couldn't help but sigh as you cuddled into his side. The movie played quietly in the background as he leaned his head on yours. He felt your hands grip his shirt, a yawn leaving your mouth as you struggled to keep your eyes open.
"Love you, My little fish" He mumbled, placing a kiss on your head.
You hummed, eyes closed as you began to drift off. "Love....you too...My Sea King...."
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Floyd snickered as he pulled on your fingers, making you whine as he dragged your arm away from its comfortable position. He couldn't help his normal smile grace his face as you hid your face from his view.
"Love you Shrimpy-Chan~" He cooed, nuzzling his cheek against your head, messing up your hair.
Huffing in annoyance, you lightly bit down on his skin--just enough for a light sting. "Love you too, Annoying Eel"
Floyd couldn't help but place your fingers in his mouth, biting down softly.
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yaksha-lover · 9 months
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Track #1: Shrike - Hozier Drabble Masterlist
(Unrequited) Sebek Zigvolt x Reader, Background Malleus Draconia x Reader
Summary: Sebek watches Malleus fall in love with you, and then he does too.
i. remember me, love
The first time Sebek takes notice of you, he fears it’s already too late. He’s seen you around before, but he’s never bothered to do more than let his eyes gloss over you. His focus remains on Lord Malleus most of the time, so he can’t afford to pay too much attention to other details of the world, let alone a random human.
Malleus is, in fact, the reason he first pays attention to you. Despite Lilia’s admonishment to ‘leave Malleus to his whims,’ Sebek has gone chasing after his young master with Silver being dragged along. The two of them search campus until they eventually come along Ramshackle dorm.
Sebek quickly dismisses the dorm; the pile of rubble that hardly qualifies as a building would not be a place Lord Malleus would frequent. It’s dark out, so the two of them can’t see very far ahead, but Silver insists on continuing forward, pointing out the gargoyles on the side of Ramshackle that the half-fae failed to take notice of. Silver is then forced to try and calm Sebek’s momentary freak-out about not noticing one of his housewarden’s favourite things.
The two of them quiet down when they hear laughter coming from closer to the building. Sebek almost doesn’t recognize it at first; it’s been a while since he’s actually heard Malleus laugh.
Silver promptly slaps a hand over Sebek’s mouth when he tries to shout for him: “Please, Sebek. Leave him be. Malleus has finally made a friend.”
Silver and Sebek watch from the shadows as the two of you walk under a street light, your forms finally visible. The half-fae breathes a sigh of relief when realizing you two stand a couple meters away from each other; nothing else would be appropriate for the future king of Briar Valley.
While they’re forced to wait out the end of your conversation with Malleus, Sebek is able to get a good look at you. He vaguely recognizes you from your friendship with his fellow first years but other than that, he doesn’t know much about you or what you might want with his lord.
Although, he considers, you must be…something at least to have captured the interest of Malleus. Nothing extraordinary, you are just a human after all, but perhaps something worth looking at for a small time. Sebek dismisses the thought - you will be gone soon enough, he has nothing to worry about regarding Malleus.
Silver covers his mouth again as they watch you ask for Malleus’s hand before bringing it up to your lips for a quick kiss.
ii. when i’m reborn
Sebek walks side by side with you down the streets of a small market near the castle. You’d wanted to go out but Malleus was busy, so he sent Sebek to guard you. He catches many stares as the two of you look at the street stalls, whispers about the human who captured their king’s heart. Some more kind than others.
“They’re just a human- far below someone like our Lord Malleus. Are we sure they haven’t placed a love spell on him?” Someone whispers from the crowds.
Sebek almost turns around to yell at the voice, but you grab his arm to pull him along with you, leaving the situation behind.
“What are you doing? You won’t defend your own honour?” He protests.
“What I’m doing is staying out of trouble and not caring what these strangers think of me,” you say flatly. “Why do you care anyway? Don’t you agree with them?”
“I,” Sebek pauses, “I only wish to defend my lord’s name. He would never be able to be subdued by a mere love potion, let alone one given by a human.” And you wouldn’t need a love potion to capture someone’s heart, he doesn’t say.
“Whatever.”
The two of you decide to head back to the castle, walking until your path is intercepted.
“What are you doing in this part of the trail? Don’t you know humans aren’t safe here?” The fae taunts.
“Just leave us alone and we’ll be gone,” you reply. “I don’t think anyone here wants more trouble than they can deal with.”
“Oh? You think you can do anything against me? You’re just an insect on my shoe!” The stranger laughs.
“DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU’RE TALKING TO? THE FUTURE QUEEN OF BRIAR VALLEY AND ONE OF MALLEUS’ KNIGHTS. KNEEL AND APOLOGIZE BEFORE I’M FORCED TO TAKE ACTION.” For once, you’re thankful for Sebek’s booming voice. The unknown man winces slightly at the sudden noise before recognition dawns on his face.
“You’re the little half-fae he took in, huh? He must have taken pity on you, a disgusting half-blood abomination. Well your king isn’t here, is he?”
“Sebek?” The glare he has locked on the man is intense, but he manages to turn his attention to you. “Beat his ass.”
And so, he does. With years of training under Lilia in magic and combat, the fae is, of course, no match for Sebek. You add in a little kick to his side at the end.
“Couldn’t take on a half-fae and a mere human?” you taunt the fallen man.
In the high of your victory, Sebek forgets he’s supposed to hate you, and the two of you share a high-five.
iii. as the shrike to your sharp
“You can’t marry him.”
“What? Sebek- Why would you say that?” you turn around at the half-fae’s words.
“Because-YOU KNOW WHY! YOU ARE HUMAN. DISGUSTINGLY INFERIOR AND UNWORTHY OF MARRYING A FAE LIKE MALLEUS.”
“Sebek! I’ve told you, I’m sick and tired of you saying things like that!” You yell back, approaching him. “Malleus loves me even though I’m human,” you lower your voice, “Why can’t you accept that a fae could love a human?”
Sebek remains uncharacteristically silent in response to your question, no longer meeting your eyes in righteous anger.
“I just don’t understand. I know I’m unworthy of Malleus, but it’s not because he’s a fae, it’s because everything else about him - his kindness, his loving nature. And your own parents are human and fae, how could you not-”
You’ve stopped right in front of him, close in a way that burns because he knows it means that despite everything he’s done, you still consider him a friend. And you are close, so close that Sebek leans down and lets his lips brush over your own, leaving the two of you in silence when you quickly pull away.
“There you are, my love,” Malleus says, coming through the doorway. “And hello, Sebek. Ah, don’t look so dismayed, I know it is bad luck in your human customs for the couple to see each other before the wedding ceremony, but I couldn’t be apart from you that long.”
Malleus seems not to notice the tension in the air, and Sebek feels himself disappear into the wallpaper when you snap out of your startled haze. He watches the two of you share a kiss like he’s not in the room, and Sebek feels the wetness gather in his eyes, threatening to drench his cheeks any second. The two of you are so occupied by each other, neither of you react to him leaving.
iv. and glorious thorn
While everyone else gathers at the centre of the floor, dancing together in celebration, Sebek sits in the corner of the wedding venue. His eyes try and lose you, but every time they inevitably find their way back to your form, held in Malleus’ arms as the two of you sway together. He spots Lilia break off from the group, approaching his table.
“This would be a good chance for you to socialize, Sebek. You know most of Briar Valley is here, you could meet a nice fae like you’ve always wanted.”
“I’m not interested in such things,” Sebek dismisses.
“I see. Has someone else perhaps caught your eye?” Lilia follows Sebek’s line of sight, sighing when it lands on you. “Has something upset you?”
“I made them sad. I don’t know why but seeing them sad, I can’t help but feel…no. No, why should I feel upset? My lord has married the most beautiful person in the world. Nothing could make me happier,” Sebek murmurs.
“Sebek…”
“Lilia, why does my chest hurt? Why does it almost feel like…I didn’t want them to go.”
“That’s just love,” Lilia says, taking a seat beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’re going to be okay. Maybe you need to take some time away. I could see if Silver would accompany you-”
“I need to be here. To protect both of them. My feelings…they are irrelevant. My life is sworn to Malleus. I will be okay if I know they are happy.”
Sebek’s gaze lingers. He can’t help but feel that his eyes will give out before they ever stray from you.
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Is idia my fated Hades? Can flowers of happiness learn to bloom in the land of death? Does he wither from missing me as I? Does distance make the heart grow fonder?
<3
"The King of the Underworld and the Maiden of Springtime
Destined to cross paths, distance be its prime
Despairing indeed, but the Fates have yet to end
Their bond prevails, beyond death they shall meet again."
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pairing: idia shroud x reader
content: fluff, (kind of) use of clichés, idia being socially awkward, just a sprinkle of angst, greek mythology
the oracle speaks — i'm really proud of the prophecy i made!! ^-^ love how my first request is about idia lmao, so early event entry!!
May the Fates be kind to this soul.
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— a beat of silence.
that was all it took to wake you up-- since when had you dozed off?
blinking the sleep away, your thoughts got all jumbled up. what was that voice you heard in that short nap? and what did it mean by 'destined'?
quiet murmurs and whispers entered your ears, a blatant reminder of reality pulling you back to the land of living. right, you sighed, you were in a library. and in the presence of people.
your eyes swept through rows of bookshelves and immersive readers, before they stopped at a far corner of the library. there, you see a person, simply reading the time away. you couldn't see their face, as it was covered by the oversized hoodie they wore.
what you noticed, however, was the distinct glowing blue hair. like fire, you mused; pretty, and rather hard to miss.
the more you stared at the mysterious person, the stronger you felt a sense of familiarity. the warm feeling buried deep within your heart, resurfaced. a feeling you never knew you could experience until today.
have you met this person before? you couldn't have, right?
... a soft voice echoed, snapping you out of your stupor.
your eyes met gold hues, and that feeling came crashing down like tsunami waves.
he was tall, towering over you even, he had to hunch down to look at you. the hood was pulled down, revealing his ghostly pale face, and long fire-like blue hair cascading down his back. and his eyes, a molten gold so bright and eerie, yet so soft as he stared at you with an expression difficult to read. melancholic? wistful? you couldn't tell which.
again, his soft voice snapped you out of your thoughts. he was fidgeting with his hands as he quietly asked if you were okay, since you were spacing out. you blinked, oh right, you still had a job to do.
wordlessly, you checked through the books, fighting down a blush in embarrassment, all while sneaking little glances at him. in the few chances your eyes met, you looked away as if nothing happened, spare for the heat presented on your face. only after he left, did you let out a relieved sigh.
"what was that all about?" you murmured, your hand hovered over where your heart was. the strange feeling was real, you mused, but why did your heart feel so empty when he left?
you made it your mission to get to the bottom of this. perhaps you could find that boy again, if the fates were on your side.
his heart was hammering as he left the building. through the darkened glass panes, he could make out your figure standing there behind the desk. he found himself smiling at the sight of your thoughtful look. his soul longs for you, craving for you to be in his arms.
it seems like the fates have smiled at him once more, weaving his destiny to reunite with his beloved.
"I have found you at last. My Persephone."
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