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etheries1015 · 5 months

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We share the love language of biting. Now imagine TWST beatsfolk has that as an actual sign of courting. Like you're chilling with Leona, not dating or wooing him, and then you bite his cheek in affection. And all of Savanaclaw is shocked because among them, it's the same as i.e. proposing marriage. The utter chaos XD

OHH MY GOSSSHHH YOUR BRAIN >>> I LITERALLY LOVE THIS SO MUCH??? HAHAHA SODEFHSELKJD i'm gonna expand on that for a few characters...

Accidentally courting them

General warnings: Gender-neutral reader, not really proof read lol. Obvious Malleus and Lilia favoritism <3 I also decided that they ARE dating in this scenario, I think its cuter that way in my head heuheu

Featuring: Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Malleus, Lilia, ... and Rook HAHA.

TW: none! Just a bunch o' fluff of biting your non-human lover without realizing it was a sign of courtship <3

Leona

It was a typical day for Leona. You two were sitting in the lounge where most of the other students lingered, Leona becoming rather... possessive as of late. Instead of resting in his bedroom away from prying eyes as you had requested from your lover, he ignored all your feeble cries requesting privacy. Instead, he holds you in his lap without worrying what others are thinking. A form of showing others you were his, and his alone. You were conflicted in your feelings, staring at him. His eyes were closed, but he could feel your gaze burning into his head.

"How long are you-" Then it happened. You gave in. You gave his cheek a bit of a nibble. All of the sudden the chattering stopped, all eyes were on you, before they start patting Leonas back and giving him congrats while a few seemed to pull presents right out of their asses.

"Wha- what's going on?" Leona grumbled with a light blush before growling and pushing the face of someone who tried to hand him another gift.

"You all look like idiots! You know biting means something different to us. Don't be dumb." Okay, now you were extra confused. Seeing your utter ignorance, Leona sighed.

"Biting in our land is a sign of courtship, herbivore." ...Oh. You blush deeply and hide your face in his chest, Leona looking away flustered and ruffling your hair.

"Try again in a few years, and I just might bite you back."

Ruggie

You were walking down the halls with your boyfriend when suddenly you had the urge to just...bite him. an overwhelming sense of love and affection for the fact he had given you some of the bread he (probably legally) got ahold of. You smiled fondly at the bread and back at Ruggie before placing your mouth on the bulb of his shoulder, causing him to yelp in suprise and dropping his half of the bread.

"wha- huh?! What was that for?" He became flustered, bending over to pick up his bread and slowly move away from you with bright red cheeks. You furrowed your eyebrows and hugged yourself, almost embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I just...I dunno," Your cryptic and non specific response left him with his jaw open and eyes wide, spluttering out things like "We're still in school! I don't have the funds yet-" before a familiar fist came and knocked the back of Ruggies head. Leona stood there smiling in amusement and chuckling at you.

"I don't think they know what that means to us beastman, Ruggie." Even more confused then before, you asked for clarification.

"You just asked him to marry you with that bite of yours, herbivore." Now YOUR mouth was wide open, and Ruggie managed to get flee from the scene without much notice from you nor his senior.

Oh brother. You have a lot of communicating to do with that one.

Jack

You were sitting at the lunch table eating away at your food when you noticed...Jack's biceps. You marveled at the sight of his bulky arms- it's a wonder to you how he managed to become so strong and have the motivation to train all day. With a burst of admiration, instead of biting into your sandwich - you took a bite into his muscle. He yelped in suprise and just stared at you, face slowly turning red. Ace and Deuce laughed at his reaction, ready to ask you what was up before Jack took it upon himself to... well, flustered and rapidly spit-firing plans.

"W-we are still so young! Are you sure about this? I-i never knew our relationship was at this level!" He grabbed both of your hands and looked you in your (bewildered) eyes.

"If you're serious about this, I promise I will protect and love you for the rest of my life. But before we go ahead with the ceremony, I want you to meet my parents and get their blessings. Oh, and I need to get a stable job after we finish school first, too, so I can support you and our future. know we haven't talked about marriage before but-" You quickly cut him off in astonishment before crying out,

"MARRIAGE?! Jack, WHAT are you talking about?! I am absolutely not ready for marriage! What got into you?!"

...Queue Ruggie and Leona hysterically laughing at your utter confusion, reveling in the ignorance of it all for a few moments longer before explaining properly what you had just committed yourself unknowingly to.

Malleus

You were laying in the bed of Malleus Draconias's dorm, scrolling on your phone whilst his tail wrapped around your waist as he sat next to you reading a book. You sighed lightly and leaned your head back against the board of the mattress, turning slightly to look at your handsome fae lover. Your eyes then went down to his pale and perfect skin of his neck, the way it was free from all blemishes, smooth, and bright. Something about it made you want to taint it a light shade of red... He felt you shuffle slightly to adjust your body to be in just the right position where his neck was in full view. He glanced over to you feeling you wriggle free from his tails grasp, tilting his head seeing the look in your eyes crazed as you leaned over and just...chomped down on his collarbone.

You felt his tail twitch and his hands quickly throw the book he was reading aside to grasp your wrists, turning your body around and pinning you to the bed and carrassing your cheek with his tail.

"Biting..." He murmured, "Does this mean the same to humans as it does to Fae? You wish to be wed?" Your jaw dropped and cheeks took on a rosey hue, stuttering over yourself.

"W-wed?! I mean, I like to bite when I feel affectionate b-but marriage...I mean maybe one day b-but-"

"Biting in Fae culture is a sign of courtship and ownership. How brazen of you to mark me," he chuckled, "I shall take it you wish to own the next king of Briar Valley?" You could tell at this point Malleus was teasing you, something he picked up from the time you two have been dating.

Malleus could not help but return the favor by riddling your body with his own bite marks. Although he understood you perhaps did not have the intention of marrying him with your silly little form of affection, he knew in his mind with every bite that he was very serious about your future with him.

Lilia

Lilia already knew that biting in the human world did not mean marriage, yet was akin to something more of "cute aggression." So when you have the habit of biting him in the privacy of yours or his room, he knows you simply meant it as a form of affection, letting him know that you had an overwhelming sense of love for the old fae. He bit you back consistently on many occasions, it just seemed to be the perfect form of showing love for one another.

You didn't actually know it meant something much deeper, until you were in the diasomnia lounge and unable to control yourself as you grabbed Lilias hand and bit down gently on his wrist. You couldn't help it, he was being so entirely silly and loving towards you, that you couldn't help but show this public display of affection. Much to everyone else's dismay, however. Sebek stares at you with his mouth agape, sounds of disbelief escaping past his lips yet a sentence unable to form. Malleus as well seemed surprised at this.

"(y/n)," Malleus said, "You wish to marry Lilia?" You coughed at the sudden question and let out a feeble and awkward chuckle.

"I mean...I wouldn't mind one day, of course. We haven't really talked about it. Why the sudden question?"

"HOW DARE YOU," Sebek cried out after finally finding his words, "How dare you bite Lilia and be so insolent as to not move forward with your actions in dignity! YOU MUST TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR PROPOSAL-" Lilia started snickering, cutting Sebek off with a wave of his hand.

"It's quite alright, Sebek. Biting means something much different to humans than Fae, I suppose this is the first you had seen us put on a show of affection, hence your confusion." He turned to you, who had furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips at Sebeks sudden outburst.

"Biting, my dear, is a form of courtship to us fae. It is a sign of ownership," He chuckled.

"Why didn't you tell me that?!" You exasperated, "I mean, it wouldn't have changed anything I have done, but I would have been more careful about it... especially if it means something more to you," Lilia gracefully explained he understood it meant something slightly different to humans, before gently grabbing your hand and raising it to his mouth.

"Well, now that you understand what it means," He put your ring finger into his mouth and took a bite at the base,

"Would you like to bite me once more, my dear?"

Bonus:

Rook

You bit his arm and he immediately was on one knee.

"Was that a proposal? You know mon cheri, biting one affectionately is often a declaration of courtship-" You hit the top of his head and walked away from your interesting boyfriend.

"You're not a beastman or a fae! I'm never biting you again!" Your face red and folding your arms, turning away (ah, his cute tsundere lover.)

Oh woe is Rook! He begs and begs you to bite him more, he wants to be covered in your marks. It means you were claiming him as your own, right? RIGHT??

~~~

This was so fun to write DFSEFDSFIHSLDKJF thank you for the brain rot heuheuheueheueh

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captainjacklyn · 1 year

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"A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one can take." - Cardinal Meymillod

A/N : here is part 1 of my fanmade series 'the new mrs rosehearts', the art those not belong to me so if you are the artist please contact me privately so that I can give you proper credits. For those who are waiting for the dragon!yuu series, I'm terribly sorry about the wait. It will come out very soon and I hope that for now, this will be to your taste.

Warning(s) : I am unsure if articial intelligence will be considered a warning or trigger but I will still say it, this is inspired by the newly released M3GAN horror movie. So there will be violence and gore in future chapters, sensible readers are warned.

Chapter 1 : time spent with a new caretaker

Time started to go by as Marie slowly became more and more present during the weeks. She would watch over him during his private study sessions and exit when his mother ordered her to. He was getting used to the androids presence, if anything, it was safe to say he even looked forward to seeing her. Marie was gentle and understanding compared to his tyrannic parent. She assured him that everything will be alright, and often said :

"It's alright, everyone makes mistakes. Errors are important in life, you simply need to learn from them."

"I promise, that nothing will ever harm you as long as I am present in this world."

"How about we take break ? It's alright to reward yourself after a long day of hard work."

He knew she was programmed to act the way she did, Marie wasn't real, she wasn't a real person. But the love she offered felt genuine, and that was because it was.

Then came the day where Mira Rosehearts needed to leave, right before she did, she gave an entire never-ending list of rules to her son and his nanny. The scene could've been quite funny, because while he stood there nervously trying to memorize every single world that uttered out of her mouth, Marie was by his side smiling with absolutely no care in the world (which irritated the women a lot). Giving the keys of the house to Marie, she started to walk towards her door with her luggage in hand.

"Do not..break the rules." the lady sternly announced to her boy as she closed the door behind her, shooting the mannequin a dirty glare, "Understood mother." On the outside, he seemed serious and nonchalant about the whole situation but Marie soon dropped her pleased smile the moment she picked up on his heart beat. He was terrified. Or maybe just nervous, but either way he wasn't in a state of comfort.

To calm him down, the machine placed her hand on his shoulder. He looked up to her, "Yes, Marie ?"

"We have some topics to look over for Biology, if you wish, we may revisit them now and have a small assessment afterwards. Or we could take a little break, my data greatly advises it."

She stated in her robotic voice, he simply shook his head as a no and replied. "It won't be necessary, I'll take the assessment." for a split second, her smile dropped when he had answered.

"...Understood, let us head back to your study room then."

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. . .

"I'm finished with today's homework Marie." Riddle spoke as he handed out a thick pile of paper to the plastic women who was sitting on a pillow in the corner of his room, powering her battery. She raised her head to him and opened her fake eyelids, her strange light blue eyes making an appearance.

Marie then took the work and placed it in her lap where she carefully scanned each page. As the light projected onto the stack of exercises like lasers, Riddle simply stood patiently as she detected errors and correctly answered questions. The metal 'windows' retracting and extending her vision.

The moment she was the done, she gave the pile back to the young boy who sat in front of her. He took the first page and showed it to her, at that moment, Marie pulled out two masks :

One expressed a face of content.

While the other showed one of sorrow

Then began a daily process the both of them adopted during their time spent together. "1 ?" Riddle pointed at the first exercise as Marie raised the mask with the happy face and covered her own with it. Indicating he was correct.

"2 ?" and there was the change of mask again. This went on until the entire pack of exercises were done and Riddle corrected where he scored wrong.

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8:30 pm

"Riddle ? I finished making dinner. It is time for your to eat, humans need proper nutrition everyday."

Marie spoke in her robotic voice as she stood at the entrance of his study room, he was reading another novel is mother had assigned to him on the same day she left (which was technically this morning). He closed the book and got up from his seat, heading towards Marie as she closed the door behind him.

""What am I having today ?" riddle looked back at the android following behind him.

"A Gravadlax With Celeriac & Fennel Salad, and your mother requested for a side of pasta along with it. You must only eat the normal intake for those your age-"

"Right. I understand.." the boy cut her off before she could mimic the everlasting lectures of his mother. Marie's smile dropped again as she stared at him with a calculating gaze. He instantly realized it was rude of him to interrupt her statement and tried to apologize. "Ah ! I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

"Does your mother's ways bother you Riddle ?"

"U-Uh ?!" stunned by the sudden question, especially the content of it, he denied such a declaration but she continued to persist. Walking over to him, sitting herself on her knees, taking his hands in hers and smiling reassuringly just like she did during their first encounter.

"I can make minor changes to the rules, instead of breaking them..I will simply bend them a little. None of them will be defied, your mother won't be defied, just like you promised her."

"I-I- !"

"No need to answer now, I see that this is slightly shocking you. But I want you to know that as your caretaker, I am obligated to make sure your interests and wishes come first.."

Smiling approvingly to make herself clear, she looked at him directly in the eyes and nodded a 'yes ?'. Riddle, a bit lost, mimicked her actions. "R-right." With a satisfied look, Marie got up and walked over to the dinning room. He watched as she turned back to face him again, the mechanics in her body making a slight creaking noise.

"Do you wish to proceed with your meal ?"

"Oh yes, thank you..Marie." A small smile traced his lips as the amount of care she showed to him was...special. If she wasn't made of synthetic parts and screws, it would've been easy to detect the fondness in her eyes. Marie then performed a curtsy, holding the ends of her puffy red robe.

"Everything I do for my primal user is my greatest pleasure."

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Thank you for reading.

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sharkboywrites · 4 months

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Friendly reminders to cis fanfic writers that afab≠woman

Afab means assigned female at birth so this includes/can include cis women, trans men, transmasc people, nonbinary people, and intersex people.

If you’re making a fic where the reader is a woman, uses she/her, wears feminine clothing, etc. tag it as fem reader instead.

I’ve been smacked in the face as a trans man by reading fics tagged afab thinking it will be gender neutral, but the reader is actually a woman and I’m disappointed because I was ready for a fic I thought would apply to me.

Have fun writing and make sure you’re tagging your fics properly, ty <3

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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Cursed Tea Party

Pairing: Riddle Rosehearts x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, very dub-con, drugs, aphrodisiacs, rough sex, possessive sex, love confession, gaslighting, lovesick!Riddle

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Commission for @nobu999. I don't write darker content often but every once in a while it's good to switch things up.

There was something wrong with you. You could tell ever since you left the tea party. Actually before then. It was the reason you left, you couldn't stand being there anymore, with your head spinning, body getting so hot you had to take off your uniform jacket and loosen up your bowtie to make breathing easier. It didn't help. Maybe a cold shower would do, if not, maybe one of the toys you had hidden away in your closet.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright? I could escort you back if you're sick." Riddle was the first one to notice how bad you were looking. It was his party so naturally he wanted to keep an eye on all the attendees.

"No, no!" The moment his voice reached your ears the throbbing and heat became nearly too much to handle. You had an urge to push him down, kiss him, tell him about every sinful fantasy you've ever had and beg for him to be the to fulfill them. "I swear I'm alright, I think I may have caught something. But I can make it back on my own."

None of the boys seemed to happy about that. You promised you'd call one of them when you're in your room and let them know you're fine. That was an hour ago. How could you get so lost in the labyrinth? Riddle didn't change it, as far as you knew. Every turn seemed to lead nowhere. Left, right, going back, nothing worked. You were simply lost. Lost and so painfully horny.

"Oh my, are you still here?" When did Riddle get behind you? Was he here to help you? "I thought I sensed someone here. What's the matter? Are you lost?" He walked up to you with the grace of a ruler, his crown perfectly in place, staff twirled in his hand and a very amused smile on his lips. So fucking sexy. "You're making a puddle. Hm, perhaps I put in a little too much." He frowned for a moment but then shrugged it off, like it didn't seem like vital information.

"Too much? What do you-" He took your hand in his, his touch and lips so hot they hurt your skin. It was nothing compared to the vines and thorns that crept up behind you and bound you up against the labyrinth wall. "Riddle? What's going on? What are you doing? Let me go!"

"Unfortunately I can't do that, my sweet rose. What you consumed in your tea was a very powerful aphrodisiac. I should have considered the dosage more carefully. I'm sorry for putting you through that, but it's alright, I'm here to help you now. I'll make it all better." His little chuckle sent a shiver down your spine, and not the nice kind. Your mind was torn, run or ask him to help?

Help? He just admitted he was the reason this was happening! But he was also the one offering to help. No, he was the one in the wrong here!

While you had your inner turmoil you didn't notice him undoing his pants and starting to stroke his cock, "I took some too you see. You're not alone, you'll never be alone again with me around. I'll take care of you, I'll be the best boyfriend you've ever had." Another sinister laugh left his mouth, his eyes blown wide, the crown now slightly on its side, "I've been waiting for this." Riddle used the top of his staff to spread your legs and move your panties to the side. The cold ruby pressed against your aching clit, the sound that left your body a cross between a moan and a pained whine. "Hurts right? I'll make you better love, I'll make it all better."

His cock came as sweet relief to your empty pussy, "Riddle..." You could barely think about anything, everything felt like it was too much, but his cock... it was perfect and just what you needed.

"Did you just come?" Riddle looked so happy with himself, his hips barely moving while he waited for your pussy to stop fluttering around his length. "I just put it in. You must have been suffering without my cock."

"I didn't. I didn't come." It was shameful to admit otherwise. This wasn't what you wanted to happen, how you wanted it to happen. "Not like this." You turned your face from him but your mouth still moaned when he thrust into you, "Don't... please stop moving... it's too much for me." Riddle never listened to anyone, you weren't about to change the King's mind either.

"I love you, I love dearest. Don't you see? I love you so much. After I saw you on my first party I had to get close to you, but you always hung around everyone else. You wouldn't even sit next to me!" You heard him yell before, a lot in fact, this was a different tone, broken, desperate, "Please understand. Understand how much I love you, I'm helping you realize it. Please."

What should have sounded like the unhinged ramblings of a madman wormed their way into your heard, warped your mind, made you finally look at him.

"Finally. You're looking, you're looking at me! Look down here too! See how well your pussy takes my cock? It's greedy! It wants this! You want this! You want me as much as I want you! Don't you?! Don't you, my beautiful rose?!" The warmth at the pit of your stomach returned at full force, the loud, crazy sound of his voice and the look in his eyes, burning lust and devotion reflecting your flushed face with such clarity, as well as how clouded your mind had become.

"I do love you." Riddle's face lit up with glee, the words freeing you of doubt that you weren't sure why it was there in the first place. Riddle was helping you, who are you to refuse his help? "I love you." You chuckled, "I've loved you for so long." Another laugher, a little bit louder, "Riddle."

Your back arched as far as it was able, stars dancing in front of your eyes, pussy twitching around Riddle's hard cock. "You're so tight! I'll make this one better for you! I'll make your cunt feel so good, let me fill it up." Your constant stream of pleas was only broken when you felt it, his cock emptying inside your, ropes of it painting your sensitive inner walls.

When he leaned against you to catch his breath you'd noticed the tight pressure around your wrists release. Now you were free to hold him, and he was free to hold you, now that you were fully complaint.

"Let's take you back to my castle. After today I think we should start moving your things there. And maybe inform the Principle that you'll be doing online classes only. I don't want anyone else laying their eyes or hands on you." Riddle gathered you in his arms, your body fully limp against him, pussy still pulsing with need around his cock, "There, there. You'll get more, don't you worry." He pressed a kiss to your lips, sealing his promise. The two of you began your way back through the maze, Riddle's crown forgotten where you'd just been.

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yandere-sins · 8 months

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Never-ending Pleasure

HC that Malleus likes ice cream because it soothes the magic-induced burns in his mouth. Also HC that his darling’s kiss has the same effect (;

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Yandere!Malleus Draconia x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Implied Sexual Content, Non-/Dub-Con Behavior (Kissing), Kidnapping, Possessiveness, Delusional Behavior/Thoughts

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It was strange. Truly curious.

Nobody looked at Malleus and would have guessed the heir to Briar Valley's throne had a sweet tooth. That his freezer was always stocked with an assortment of ice cream for him to consume, nobody daring to touch what belonged to him. They had it wrong, though, as it wasn't the taste luring him towards the delicacy, the sugary sweet delightfulness of it, but its ability to soothe the heat collecting in his mouth when he used magic. His genes were remarkable, but the fire glands he had inherited were rather impractical for his the form he chose to present himself. Not that it was too uncomfortable to bear on occasion, but a nice spoon of ice cream usually managed to soothe the aftermath of any bad tastes or feelings left behind.

And yet, you, with your head tipped back, tears in your eyes, emitting sounds of displeasure and the loss of air, had the exact same effect on him as the ice did. Perhaps even more so, his whole body tingling from the tip of his tongue to his toes. Malleus couldn't help it, the comforting heat emitted between your mouths so very different from his beloved ice cream, yet almost better. It was exhilarating and new, and Malleus wouldn't be lying if he said he had never experienced a more thrilling moment, even when you shifted beside him, your fingers tearing at his clothes desperately. Thus, Malleus did the only thing he could think of in that situation:

Deepen the kiss.

Given, you were no vanilla-strawberry swirl or a deep, rich chocolate flavor, but there were benefits to your taste, too. In fact, you tickled more senses in him than he ever thought could harmonize at the same time. Be it the sensation of his tongue against yours making his eyelids flutter, pants tenting uncomfortably; the sound of your lips smacking against his running a shudder down his spine; or the way your body was so perfectly aligned with Malleus' while the wall in your back kept you trapped, leaving a feeling of a million fireflies behind in his belly.

Had he known about the benefits of a kiss before, he would have done it so much sooner. For months, he kept you waiting for that sweet, sweet confirmation of his feelings, assuring you only in words but never in actions while he kept you locked in the highest tower, trying to figure out how to best approach you. You had become desperate, downright crazy, locked up there all alone, crying and screaming hysterically despite his frequent visits to keep you company.

Malleus tried to honor your wishes. If you told him to stay away, he did. If you said he needed to leave, he sighed but obliged. If you didn't like the food, he sent Sebek or Silver to get you something different, and when you asked for better accommodations, he had them redecorate your room. Letting you go and leave forever weren't requests he could fulfill. But Malleus had paintings of your hometown made so you could hang them up and admire them when you got homesick.

But he ran out of options quickly, unfortunately. And when all of his expenses didn't help, he reconsidered how to keep you happy. It wasn't proper, not protocol at all. He should not have considered desires of the flesh to woo you, but it couldn't be helped when nothing seemed to please you anymore—nothing to shut up your panicked rambles just long enough for him to think of more and better ways.

With his tongue capturing yours, sucking and releasing it over the many sore spots he had acquired from his magic that day, Malleus couldn't help but think how beneficial this was—for both of you.

Sure, tears kept streaming down your pretty face, diluting your gaze. You were shivering, holding on to Malleus desperately. Still, at least your vocal cords had a moment of pause, your body recovering from the wailing and sobbing, not even having to stand on its own as he supported you. Really, what more could you even want in your life when enjoying this kiss was all that was needed to satisfy even Malleus?

But then again, as he pressed forward, wanting to sink deeper into the delicacy of your kiss, he frowned as you struggled, still so very displeased with him.

Perhaps it was not enough.

Perhaps you needed more convincing how wonderful your life was with him. How well you were cared for and loved. More actions that showed you how greatly he admired and desired you. A clearer sign that he loved you very much and would always be by your side.

And perhaps Malleus needed another taste of you. Another chance to learn how else he could soothe the magic burns in his mouth while being elated by the fact his whole body was reacting to yours as if you two were meant for each other. Meant to be together, to kiss, to love, to devour.

So when he pulled away, both of you breathing heavily, and you turned your head away, baring your neck, Malleus' mind began to wander, his mouth feeling terribly dry now that his tongue was so very lonesome without yours, missing the stimulation you gave him. He wondered what you tasted like elsewhere and how good it would feel once his tongue laid down on that bare neck of yours, driving down your shoulders, chest, and lapping at your stomach and legs until it would find the sweetest of spots, the forbidden aphrodisiac to his love-crazed mind.

You might have flinched when he caressed the side of your neck, but with thoughts so beautifully, who could have stopped him?

He just needed one more taste of you.

One lick.

And then only one more for good measure.

Never-ending pleasure just for him.

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jester-lover · 8 months

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Hi! How are you doing?

May I please request fem!reader having a 'Cinderella fairytale moment' with the first years?

You know like NRC is hosting a ball and they're waiting for her and then she enters wearing a ballgown and all eyes are on her because she looks so beautiful? If that's alright?

Magic Moment

W/ the First Years! + PLATONIC! Trein (I had to for this ask)

I’m doing wonderfully, thank you for asking! This ask is super cute and I’d happily answer more like it!

CW/ Fem! Reader, fluff, shyness, nervousness, average Sebek behavior (he’s my favorite), MR. TREIN BEING A BETTER ADOPTIVE FATHER THAN CROWLEY, I tried to leave the dress details vague, but the general ballgown shape is mentioned

The bustling sounds of the Ball were ringing through your ears as you slowly walked through the hall into the ballroom, your wide ball flowing behind you. Grim had already shot past and went straight for the buffet, which was expected but did nothing to stop your nervous mind.

Suddenly you felt a comforting presence beside you, and you turned around to see Professor Trein, wearing robes with a bit more formal flair.

"I can assure you that they won’t bite; those boys are rambunctious, but they have a certain level of decorum."

He had a rather comforting smile on his face, which you mirrored as a surge of confidence went through you.

"Thank you, Professor."

He nodded slightly as you turned on a heel, holding your head up higher with a small smile on your face.

The great doors opened with a small creek as you stepped onto the main staircase, the bustling crowd flitting throughout the ballroom as you stood at the helm of the stairs.

All eyes were on you, and the crowd seemed to shush a little as you glided down the stairs. The flowing dress made you seem like you were floating. As you stepped onto the main floor, the sensations hit slowly; the sweet smells of the chocolate fountain and the gentle viola and cello melodies set a soft mood.

However, all of the decadence was put to shame when you saw a familiar face waiting for you.

Ace

He had to cram himself through a crowd of eager boys, all wanting what he did, the first dance of the night with you

Ace’s usual smug grin feels a little shaky, just like his hands as they grasp onto yours

“You wouldn’t mind if we danced, would you?”

His voice is almost nervous as he takes in the sight of you, your beauty and how lucky he is to call himself yours

he guides you to the center of the ballroom, as the lights dim slightly and the music becomes romantically fast paced and delicate

His hands clasp at your waist gently as the two of you begin stepping in matching order

Your gorgeous dress flutters on the ballroom floor as Ace twirls you to the music

After the two of you danced till your legs were sore, you wander off by the gardens

“I feel like I’ve been a little quiet tonight, don’t get too used to it, okay?”

Ace’s usual quips become a little gentler, you can tell he really wants you to have a nice time, and also because he wants you to think well enough of him to spend more time together

He’ll take any chance he gets to prove himself to you

The night ends with a kiss on the cheek as his face turns redder than his hair

Deuce

Through the bustling ballroom, Deuce used all his track skills to get to you as fast as he could before someone else could woo you away

“P-please let me have a dance with you!”

You guide him to the dance floor as the music gets slow and soft, his hands still against your waist as his heart beats normally again

This sweet boy is trying desperately to remain respectful in front of a lady, especially one as special as you

as the two of you twirl through the night, his gaze never left yours, you felt yourself fall deeper in love with the boy in front of you

Deuce guides you off to get some light refreshments when the two of you seem tuckered out, and the two of you exchange pleasantries as the party dissipated

He walked you home after the Ball, dutifully watching for anything that could cause you harm until you stepped onto the Ramshackle grounds

You kiss him on the cheek and wish him farewell, as you walk back into your dorm to a chorus of cheering ghosts

"....A kiss...? Wow...."

Epel

Epel’s eyes met yours as fireworks seemingly erupt in his head

he rushed (undignified in Vil’s opinion) to you and softly grasped your gloved hand between two of his own

He presses a kiss to your glove as he confidently raises his voice

“Can I dance with you? I’ll be a good partner!”

(You swear you can see steam come out of Vil's ears at his abrupt question)

as Epel dances with you, he makes sure to keep the mood light and fun with a couple jokes and jabs at the professors expenses

his movements are quick as he guides the dance, but he makes sure to keep at a similar tempo to you so you don't look strange

the two of you are definitely the 'it couple' at the Ball, with your looks and attire

Epel gets bored of the attention quite quickly, and the two of you end the night somewhere quieter, like the calm balcony of the ballroom

he tells you stories of the perilous prep Vil and Rook made him do before the dancing, how hard it was to learn the old style of waltz they preferred

"It was horrible, but I guess it was all worth it, seeing how much fun you had and everything..."

The two of you part ways when Vil sweeps him away for pictures, but he promises to dance with you again when the chance arrives

Jack

His breath hitches in his throat as he sees you, his pace quick as he walks up to you with a mildly dazed expression

“Um, could I dance with you? If it’s alright with you of course…”

As the music softens, Jack becomes painfully aware of how soft and beautiful you are, and decides to treat you like a piece of glass

his hands hover, and his red face is tucked into your shoulder as the slow dancing begins

the closeness between the two of you is tender and kind, and he eventually loosens up a little as the pace of the cello gets steadily quicker

Jack's radiant smile as the two of you dance together is so perfectly domestic, you begin to ignore everything else

the two of you focus on only one another, and he loves hearing your soft laughter as he spins you in the air

since our wolf is one strong boy, he'll adore spinning and lifting you in your long luscious ballgown

"Hold on to my shoulders, I'll lift you up."

the night ends with him escorting you back to Ramshackle, his hand in yours as he grows more comfortable with physical affection

however, when you press a kiss to his cheek, Jack flusters again and rubs the back of his neck

"You look really beautiful tonight, and I had a really nice time dancing with you."

Sebek

A startled gasp catches in Sebek’s throat as Lilia pushes him to the front of the crowd and presents him to you

“Human! May I please have the honor of being your first dance partner tonight?”

the music is a lively tempo, Sebek looks straight ahead with perfect posture, dancing as if it means life or death

His serious demeanor is a little funny at first, but breaks pretty easily when he realizes how romantic the moment is

He calms down and acts more down to earth for the rest of the night, something that is truly a rare sight

His grip on your waist loosens a little bit as he hears the music slowly descend into a lower volume

Sebek sighs a little as he checks the time, knowing that the two of you have been dancing for hours

he strongly suggests that the two of you spend some time away from the commotion of the party (ironic coming from the loudest thing in the room)

You two spend an hour walking through the ornate halls of the ballroom, with him excitedly boasting about how the ballrooms in the Valley of Thorns far exceed the one you're in

"Perhaps, I may accompany you to the next big occasion..."

Sebek walks you back home slowly, trying to preserve some sweet time with you until you must part for the night

As you step onto the stairs to bid him farewell, you press a kiss onto his cheek, and he blushes a stark red; his mouth opens to speak but no words come out

for once in his life, Sebek is completely speechless.

☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾

The cool night air that filters through the cracked windows of Ramshackle house serves to calm you down after a long night of dancing and socializing. You laid on the dusty couch, still clad in your oversized ballgown, sparkling in the dim candlelight.

Grim was asleep beside you, his warm fluffy fur pressed against your arm, and his gentle purring made your painted eyelids flutter with tiredness.

You thought back at the unforgettable night, dancing in his arms was a memory to cherish forever.

As you shook your arm to try and remove Grim, you realized he wouldn't budge, succumbing to your fate, you smiled and closed your eyes.

A wonderful ending to a wonderful night.

a.n/ Prof. Trein would be such a great father figure.

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cursedcola · 1 year

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Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw(Here!), Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia(Pt.1)(Pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case. Note: These are all if he is the one proposing btw. I've been thinking about maybe programming a small fan-made mini-otome using these ideas. Just for some practice for school while also being self indulgent hehe

Leona Kingscholar

Let’s just rip the bandaid off. Leona dates to marry. He’s not someone to invest his time in something troublesome, and frankly? Not many people catch his interest. Sure. He might think someone is physically attractive, but there’s a difference. He doesn’t follow the traditional path either. The ‘dating’ stage doesn’t last long because he’s already made up his mind prior to it.

Dating is pretty much just formality. The moment you agree to it, you’re essentially agreeing to marry him. He’s not going to put in effort for just anyone. Bonus points if he’s the one to confess his feelings first. That is basically concrete confirmation that he intends to marry you.

Leona proposing is inevitable. Only two things stand in his way: time and pride. Time, because he is no idiot. Your ways are unlike his people, and unlike him. He’s patient. He knows how to play the game. He can wait, but not forever. He’ll observe you over time and slip in questions here and there about your goals in life. Then he’ll find a good time frame. Please remember that Leona is not just an ambitious hot-head. He’s a smart one.

Then there is his pride. He will not put himself in a position that has a chance to fail. No. He will play dirty, and wait until you are tinkering with the idea of marriage. He’ll steer conversations towards talks of the future, and make it so you’re the one who starts them. All to get you warmed up to the idea of spending your life with him, and to a stage where he can clearly tell where you lie emotionally. He might appear neutral on the outside; however, it’s all according to plan. While you are just beginning to imagine your lives together, Leona’s already had the thought process long prior. You don’t need to know that though.

The icing on the cake is when you visit his home. Checka is Leona’s secret wingman. Your soft spot for the boy is something he takes advantage of, and lets Checka consume your attention during a tour of the palace. You meet his elder brother, who irritatingly pries for details about your relationship. Leona lets it go. Just this once, because he knows you feeling at home is more important in the long run. You share a room with him during your stay, and he made arrangements for small changes according to your tastes. You’re also gifted with a new wardrobe of traditional clothes for your stay, and given free reign of the area. Naturally you are guarded in secret, as per the King’s orders. His brother knows as well as Leona does that it is imperative that your stay goes well.

You will be touring landmarks and tourist spots within the continent as well. While Leona would much rather laze his free time away in his room (away from his family), he goes. Word spread that he was bringing home his partner. Thank the gossiping maids for that. Walking with you makes the rumors official, and is safer than having you walk alone with Checka and some royal guards. That would have arisen suspicion, and been troublesome. More troublesome than walking around and confirming to the public that you are not to be touched.

Ignoring the many remarks about how Leona is unusually active during his visit (thanks to you), his pride is high. You’ve thoroughly been slotted into his life, and are accepted. Any apprehensions about you denying him were snuffed out. The way you took to living with him so easily proves it. If you weren’t welcomed by his family? Well, it wouldn’t change anything. This scenario just makes what he’s about to do easier.

The first night you arrived, Farlan presented Leona with a Kingscholar family heirloom. A ring that has been in their family for generations. Not meant to be worn permanently, and only for proposals. Farlan used it to propose to his wife, and at the ceremony presented her with the ring he picked out. Now Leona will use it to propose to you.

One look at it and Leona declined. He’s spent his whole life chasing things that he couldn’t have because of his birth status. He would not yield this moment to tradition. Farlan was shocked, but rescinded the offer with a supportive smile. His brother had found himself, and the King was proud.

On the evening of your final night at the palace - Leona finds you alone on the balcony of your shared room. If he was going to do anything, it would be now. Initially he was 100% confident in getting your acceptance, but the longer he watches the less sure he becomes. Deep down there is rooted fear that he will once again become second choice, and that you’ll choose to return to your world over him. His hands are in his pockets, and one of them fists around the ring he prepared long ago.

Right when he moved to back out, you turned to come back inside. Your serene stature brightened at the sight of him, and he gained back some confidence. If you could only look at him that way forever…well, here goes nothing.

What are you doing out there without a coat? It gets extremely cold in the Savannah during the night. Do you want to get sick? I won’t be the one taking care of you….,” he sighs, pushing the door open, “Stubborn mule. Make some room, I’m coming out there….I’m near-certain that you figured it out, but this isn’t just a normal vacation. I brought you here to ask for your hand. What?? Stop playing dumb. Not your ‘hand’ hand - oh, for crying out- marriage! I am asking you to marry me!….I am taking the laughter as a yes, now give me your finger”

{ 'Everything the light touches...is our kingdom' - A golden sunrise. Befitting. He used to hate them. Hate that phrase too. Yet you are the sun that Leona has been searching for. He continues to fight against fate in hopes that his efforts will bare fruit, and you are living proof that there is a chance. Maybe not easily. His life might not be what he originally dreamed. He may not get to sit on a throne of light . Yet there is a light in his life, and he likes to think that fate did not bring it to him. No, he found you all on his own.}

Ruggie Bucchi

'I don't see why you haven't proposed to that young darling yet. Keep waiting and you'll miss your chance, boy'

Well, of all the things Ruggie expected to hear during his visit home, that wasn't one. Normally he'd be nagged over being away too long, or not writing home enough. This? It caught him off guard. Grandma was always sticking her nose where it didn't belong...but, maybe she had a point this time.

Your relationship. It's not something Ruggie has given much thought. It's uncharacteristic of him to get comfortable enough not to look a few steps ahead, but he's gone soft. A fact that he begrudgingly accepts with a grain of salt.

Naturally, he doesn't admit this out loud and instead changes the topic. On the outside, he acts normal and helps out around the house. However, internally he is thinking over his grandmother's prying.

Marriage. It's not necessarily 'beneficial,' to say the least. With only a few months left until graduation, he'll finally be entering the rat-race to secure himself a comfortable position for life. He's worked hard and developed connections to make it happen. The finish line is right there.

Where does that leave you? He can't necessarily be as flexible if he has a partner to worry about. It's a weak link, and might cause problems in his plans. The smart thing to do would be to break things off. After all, how many school romances get a happy ending? It's so unrealistic. He'll be busy with work, you'll have your own responsibilities, and eventually it will be like you are strangers with a title tying both of you together.

This reasoning alone is enough to settle the problem. It's just - he doesn't like it. It's the most realistic path and he hates it. If it was about finding a companion, then he could do it later in life.

But when he tries to picture that lifestyle with anyone other than you, it doesn't sit right. It's physically upsetting, and makes him nauseated.

Sleep evades him that night. Ruggie finds himself sitting in the kitchen doing homework, burning the midnight oil until he can think with a clear head. Naturally, his all-knowing grandmother finds him there and makes him spill his thoughts.

She's direct with her advice. It's rare for Ruggie to be stumped considering his quick-wit, and understanding emotions is a wisdom you gain with experience.

For someone like Ruggie, who's always maximized every outcome and thought ahead - you're a weakness. Something that he can't control, and yet exactly what he needs in life. We don't get to choose who we love in life. Love is unpredictable, and Ruggie's found it at a young age. Career opportunities come and go, but he will never get back the time spent at your side...so why not maximize that instead? Hm?

He leaves for NRC the following day. For the last time, considering it is his final year. On the way he stops at multiple markets and dips into his savings. With nothing but a ring and an idea, he ditches his stuff in his dorm and heads to Ramshackle.

He's not nervous. That left his system the night prior. His grandmother's tough advice hardened that up quick.

He knocks on the door, half expecting one of the resident ghosts to answer. Instead it's you, and he's down on one knee before you can speak. With one hand, he holds out the ring. The other itches his nose in attempt to hide his wobbly grin.

"Shishishishi~ I don't have to explain what's going on, right? I'm sure you can put two-and-two together quickly. Are you really so surprised that you have nothing to say? Hmm, I guess that I can take the lead. Pretty soon I'll be leaving. You still have another year here, and I can't promise that I will be around much. Until now, I had no plan for us. Likely because being with you is the most natural thing I have experienced. I've always aimed for a life of comfort, but now I want you in that picture too, y'know? So...when you graduate next year, will you marry me? I'll be patiently waiting, shishi~”

{Rose Quartz. The symbol of unconditional love and family. Something Ruggie hasn't experienced much in his life, and is grateful for. Ruggie did not want to choose a generic gem. Not for this. He may be known for cutting corners, but this is too important. He has done his fair share of trading, and knows exactly what to look for when shopping. No salesperson alive could convince him otherwise. You may not understand the meaning behind the gem, but that's alright. He doesn't mind, because this is the ring he'll see on your finger until you're both old and grey}

Jack Howl

Jack takes the longest out of all in his dorm. In result, his proposal is the most natural. Not to say that he does not put thought into it! Oh no, this poor lad hella overthinks the event. It's just getting him to the proposing stage is - well, anticlimactic?

All Jack requires is time. Once you've both settled in to your lives on an individual standpoint, with time comes thoughts of taking your relationship to the next level. As adults who have been together for years, it's only natural? At least for Jack. He has never been for or against getting married. So, there really is no internal battle for him to fight. He just? Lets himself be happy with the idea? I know, I know. It sounds too easy - but think about it. Jack is responsible, kind, and a bit like a golden retriever (or should I just say wolf?). He doesn't ignore his feelings. So if he feels that he want's to marry you, then why not? The worst that can happen is you say no.

There was no epiphany. No spark or overwhelming feeling of affection that made him want to marry you. No impending doom, nervousness, or special moment that he can pinpoint as 'the moment'. Nothing. You weren't even around.

He was merely finishing up morning jog and heading home. The thought casually entered his head, and he let it stay. Over time it reappeared over and over, until he felt that he'd heard it enough to act on it.

Jack is high-key observant and knows your likes and dislikes by heart. He feels that such an important moment is something he needs to think through deeply, and on his own. Many have been at the receiving end of his determination, and that doesn't exclude you. Once he's set his mind to something, there is no holding back. Over the course of weeks he proceeds to undergo self-reflection, and craft a proposal that he feels is perfect.

One question he spends time thinking about is 'where,' because Jack would prefer to do an intimate act like proposing somewhere private. The last thing he wants you to feel is pressure to accept, so he chooses to propose on a late night walk. This might arise suspicion since he isn't in workout gear, which is rare. Yet it's a price Jack is willing to pay. He's never been great with surprises anyways.

He tries to uphold some element of mystery though. Do not laugh, but he put the in a plastic bag and hid it inside the container for his protein powder. When times get tough, you have to get a little creative.

Right before your evening stroll, he says that he wants to make a shake (under the pretense that afterwards he'll work-out). In actuality, he takes an empty bottle and slips the ring inside.

While you're both walking, he shakes it around and 'complains' that nothing is coming out. With you completely unknowing, he opens the cap and feigns surprise. It makes you curious, and he hands over the bottle a bit too eagerly

It's light, you note instantly. A glance inside reveals the ring, and when you pull it out Jack stops walking. His face sets with determination despite the red hue overtaking his neck and ears.

Will you marry me?? -- oh wait, that was too blunt, wasn't it? Hang on!, " he takes a breath, and coughs into his fist, "So. I've been doing some thinking. We've been together for years now, and to me you've become irreplaceable. I don't know how else to describe how I feel, other than to say that you are the person I want to spend my life with. I can only hope that you feel this way too,"

{He isn't a man of the arts. Jack has no eye for fancy jewels, or what's an appropriate design. He originally thought to have the shop keeper help him decide. Yet, that felt impersonal. So he perused many stores, and did his best to imagine your reaction to seeing each ring. Nothing caught his eye until this peridot. A simple cut with an eye-catching color. Sure, it's not what others would recommend but he liked it. Who would Jack be to deny his gut instinct?}

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sprite-writes-fanfic · 4 months

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Hi, I'm appearing again, if it doesn't bother you I would like to make a request to Leona (you can already see the favoritism) And Jamil, in which the reader, despite having several suitors and admirers, chose them as her boyfriend, please (my boys need to receive love)

Hello, welcome back :} I can do that!

Word Count: 1301

CW: Reader is AFAB but pronouns aren’t really used, as always you are referred to as ‘you’. No warnings, just fluff! :)

Being the only female in an-all boys school, you could say it was rough. Not only did boys pick on you to make you out as ‘weak’, but there were some with a weird hero complex, and some who just wanted you for romantic reasons or worse… You didn’t wanna think about it, but Grim?

Grim could make a profit off of this.

Oh the smart and powerful Grim… He was selling your stuff behind your back such as; old pencils you couldn’t use anymore, old clothes you had thrown out, even your tissues! Who was that obsessed with you to buy it?! You’d be a little surprised. While he was at it, he was also trying to find you a rich boyfriend! When you found out, he’d make up excuses of, “Well we have money now for clothes and food! Aren’t I smart?!” He slept on the couch that night.

Well, remember how I mentioned he was trying to find you a rich boyfriend? Well… The next morning there was a bunch of suitors in front of the Ramshackle, and you nearly wanted to strangle Grim when you realized he was trying to put you through some damn speed-dates!

While Grim was yapping on and on to the ‘contestants’, you managed to slip away out the back window, hurrying off to escape the madness.

So much for a relaxing weekend.

Now you found yourself sitting in the school library, at least you’d find some peace there. As you sat there, a familiar voice would come from behind you…

[Leona Kingscholar]

“Oi, Herbivore.” The familiar gruff voice from Leona came up from behind you, the lazy lion leaning against you a moment, making you look back at him, “Hey Leona, I thought you’d be in your dorm.” You greet with a small smile, making him sigh.

“Ruggie basically chased me out. He wanted me to attend that damned dorm-leader meeting… Such a pain in the ass.” He’d growl, before peering at you, once resting his head on your shoulder, “What about you? You obviously seem to be here for a reason.”

“Grim.” You sigh, “That damned cat, I love him but sometimes he drives me up the damn wall! He’s been selling old stuff of mine to some secret admirers and then he was gonna put me up to speed-dating and bring ‘contestants’ to our dorm.” You rub your temples, “The moment I saw one on our front porch I nearly had a heart-attack. But… Well I’ll leave Grim to deal with them.”

You look over to see Leona’s gaze boring into your’s catching you off guard, he was really listening? You’d think he’d doze off by now… But I guess not. And the way he attentively stared at you, you could help but blush. “Hm…” he hums, thinking, “I have a solution.”

You gave him a look, wanting him to elaborate further, to which he only really leaned closer and nuzzled into you, rubbing his scent onto you. “Leona— What’re you doing?” You ask, face growing red, “Claiming you, no one will come near you if you're already claimed, right?” He asks, glancing up at you. “Leona…?” You furrowed your eyebrows, making him groan in a bit of frustration, “All I’m saying is if you were my mate, then nobody else would try to claim you.” He averted his gaze quickly, his own face slowly growing a bit red.

“Is this your way of asking me out?” You ask, now slightly teasing him. He gave a short glare, “So what if I am?” He grumbled, making you let out a soft chuckle, “Just ask normally.” You reach up and scratch behind his ear, making him melt against you. “But… It’s a yes from me.” You lean up and press your lips against his warm cheek, making a small purr noise come out of him. You giggled softly and couldn’t help but feel all warm inside.

Guess there was something to come out of this weekend, and you didn’t expect it to be a boyfriend.

[Jamil Viper]

“Prefect?” Jamil seemed slightly surprised to see you, “Jamil?” You returned the same confusion and sat up. “What’re you doing here?” He asked now, making you shoot back, “Could ask you the same thing.” You gave him a playful smile, making him roll his eyes at you.

“Well it’s rather simple, to help Kalim pass his next test, I’ve taken the liberty, as always, to help him pass.” He explained, and to be honest, you weren’t surprised, Jamil’s life really does revolve around Kalim after all. “I see.” You say, “I’m just here to escape my damn cat and his stupid plans.” You sigh.

Jamil’s curiosity was spiked and he couldn’t help but ask, “And what was his plan?” You let out a groan and rubbed your temples, “To get me a rich boyfriend so living would be easier, but I have to focus on studying, and plus, I don’t want my love life to be picked out for me.” You vented out your frustrations and sighed. Jamil was silent for a moment, this was his chance to spend more time with you of course…

“You and Kalim have the same class right? History class? You have an upcoming test… Why don’t you come with me and I can help you both study for it?” He offers, and honestly, you were a little surprised he’d offer. Oh well, you did need to study, a little studying never hurt anybody, “Sure.” You stand, “Let’s go study.”

…

A long study session that almost felt torturous, Jamil was a harsh teacher, and he wouldn’t give up on you until you knew the answer. Man, you didn’t expect it at all, but hey, at least you and Kalim felt a little smarter. During a small break in studying, you and Kalim got into talking while Jamil went to grab you guys some snacks.

You were talking to Kalim about the whole Grim finding you a ‘suitor’ situation and Kalim seemed to light up, “Oh! Well you and Jamil like each other, why not date him and tell Grim you already found someone!” You paused, and so did Jamil who was just walking in, both of your faces growing red. “Kalim.” Jamil said sternly, the grip on the tray of snacks and tea growing tighter.

Watching his reaction and quick to not really think about it, as you didn’t want to see Kalim get yelled at, you were quick to say, “Yeah— Maybe we should.”

Silence. Pure silence.

Jamil’s flustered face stared at you for a moment, before Kalim was quick to laugh and stand up, “I’ll leave you two to it!” He says all giddy, dancing his way out of the room, leaving you and Jamil alone.

It took a moment, but finally one of you said something, “So… Is it true?” You ask, “Do you like me too?” Jamil sighs, “Yes, I do.” He says finally, setting down the tray and sitting beside you, “I just… Couldn’t find it in myself to tell you because I am aware that my job with Kalim doesn’t leave me a lot of time to myself.” He says softly, “And I feel like you deserve someone who can give you that time…”

You smile and shake your head, placing your hand on his, “Jamil, you’d know we could always make time for each other, right?” He looked a little unsure and so you’d reassure him, “I know Kalim wouldn’t mind if you took some time off from time to time so we can spend some time together.” You smiled, leaning in, “So how about it? Can we give it a try?”

Jamil was silent for a moment before he leaned his forehead against yours, smiling fondly, “Yeah… I’d like that.”

…

Waaah, sorry guys, Leona’s was a bit shorter, I couldn’t find a whole lot of inspiration with his, but I still feel like becoming a couple would be pretty laidback with him anyways. Also the cute idea of Kalim blurting everything out was too silly to pass up. Hope you enjoyed! Cya next time!

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🎀The Twisted Wonderland housewardens save you from your bullies 🎀

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The cold, oppressive atmosphere of Night Raven College bore witness to the relentless cruelty inflicted upon Y/n by the three Savanaclaw students. They were a toxic trio, reveling in the sadistic pleasure of tormenting the lone soul who dared to be different.

In the shadows of the twisting corridors, the bullies cornered Y/n with malevolent grins and whispered taunts. "Look who we have here, the little misfit," sneered one of them, his words dripping with disdain.

Y/n, a stoic figure determined to withstand the onslaught, clenched her teeth, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing her crack. The leader of the tormentors, a sinister figure with a twisted smile, circled her like a predator closing in on its prey.

"What's the matter, Y/n? Cat got your tongue?" another jeered, causing the trio to burst into mocking laughter. The echoes of their cruelty resonated through the desolate halls, amplifying Y/n's isolation.

Their torment wasn't limited to words alone; the bullies seized every opportunity to strip Y/n of her dignity. One day, they snatched her bag, rifling through its contents like scavengers pillaging a carcass. They tossed her belongings carelessly on the cold floor, savoring the sight of her distress.

On another occasion, the trio targeted Y/n during a public event, exploiting the vulnerability of the crowded space. They humiliated her with disparaging remarks, their malicious words cutting through the air like a relentless storm. Y/n, standing alone amidst the sea of indifferent faces, fought back tears, unwilling to grant them the satisfaction of witnessing her vulnerability.

The torment escalated when the bullies, driven by an insidious desire to break her spirit, attempted to steal Y/n's clothing. The malicious intent behind their actions was clear, pushing her to the brink of despair.

In that harrowing moment, as they tugged at the fabric that shielded her from their malicious intent, Y/n's defenses crumbled. The tears she had fought so hard to contain spilled over, marking her surrender to the relentless darkness that engulfed her.

The bullies reveled in their perceived victory, their laughter echoing like a haunting melody. Y/n, now defenseless and broken, sank to her knees, a shattered reflection of the person she used to be.

Yet, as the trio reveled in their malevolence, the distant echo of approaching footsteps disrupted their sadistic revelry…

The cold corridors of Night Raven College seemed to intensify as the bullies' attention shifted from Y/n to the unexpected intruder, Riddle Rosehearts. The leader of the trio, emboldened by a sense of defiance, sneered, "What's the Heartslabyul housewarden doing, playing the hero? Is this your new pet project, Rosehearts?"

Riddle's stern expression remained steadfast, a protective shield against the barbs directed his way. "I'm enforcing the rules, something you three seem to have forgotten. Now, leave her alone," he retorted, his tone laced with an unyielding edge.

The bullies, undeterred by the stern warning, turned their attention to Riddle, attempting to humiliate him in the same manner they had targeted Y/n. "Maybe Rosehearts has a soft spot for misfits. Or is there something else going on here?" one of them jeered, a malicious glint in their eyes.

Riddle's gaze hardened, but he didn't allow their words to rattle him. Instead, he focused on Y/n, offering her his cape for warmth and comfort. "Ignore them," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm in the aftermath of the storm.

Y/n, still recovering from the emotional turmoil, met Riddle's eyes with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity. "Why are you helping me?" she asked, her vulnerability laid bare.

Riddle hesitated for a moment, his stern exterior cracking to reveal a hint of sincerity. "No one should be treated like that. Besides, it's my duty as the housewarden of Heartslabyul to enforce the rules," he replied, though the subtle inflection in his voice hinted at a deeper, unspoken truth.

As the bullies persisted in their attempts to tarnish Riddle's reputation, he remained resolute. However, the time for words had passed. With a swift and practiced motion, Riddle invoked his unique magic, "Off with your head," causing ethereal sparks to materialize and collar the bullies as a consequence for their actions.

The trio, now restrained by red head’s signature spell, looked to Riddle with shock and fear. He addressed them with an unwavering gaze. "Learn to respect others, or face the consequences," he declared, his authority unshaken.

Turning back to Y/n, Riddle offered a reassuring smile. "You don't have to worry about them anymore. Let me help you and walk you to your dorm," he said, a subtle undertone of warmth in his voice.

Riddle thought to himself that the bullies were right. He did have a soft spot for misfits. In particular this misfit. He had always liked Y/n. As they walked to Y/n’s dorm Riddle tried to hide his face, which was now as red as his hair.

In the dimly lit corridor, Leona Kingscholar, the formidable housewarden of Savanaclaw, stood between Y/n and her tormentors. The atmosphere crackled with tension as the bullies, momentarily taken aback, decided to redirect their malice towards the imposing figure that stood before them.

"So, the sleepy lion decides to play the hero," one of the bullies sneered, attempting to mask their unease with false bravado.

Leona's emerald eyes narrowed, a low growl escaping his throat as he stared down the trio. "You've got a problem with how I do things?" he challenged, his voice a menacing rumble that reverberated through the corridor.

The bullies, perhaps underestimating the fierce resolve that lay beneath Leona's laid-back demeanor, stepped back. "Why are you protecting her? Got yourself a new little plaything, housewarden?" one of them jeered, a sinister grin stretching across their face.

Leona's expression darkened, his patience wearing thin. "I protect what's under my care. That's all you need to know," he replied, his words carrying an implicit warning that sent shivers down the spines of the tormentors.

Undeterred, the bullies attempted to taunt him further, their words laced with a futile attempt at intimidation. "Maybe you've got a crush on her, huh?" another one jeered.

Leona's growl intensified, his dominant aura radiating an almost tangible threat. "You're pushing your luck, buddy" he warned, his gaze flickering dangerously.

As the tension escalated, Leona stepped forward, looming over the bullies with an imposing stature that left them visibly unsettled. "Consider this your only warning. Cross me again, and you'll regret it," he asserted, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

The bullies, realizing the gravity of their situation, hastily retreated, their bravado shattered in the face of Leona's unwavering dominance. As they fled the scene, fear etched across their faces, Leona turned his attention back to Y/n.

"You alright?" he asked, the harsh edges of his demeanor softening as he surveyed her. Y/n, still reeling from the confrontation, nodded silently.

Leona, surprising even himself with the depth of his concern, took a step closer. His hand gently cupped Y/n's cheek, his touch surprisingly tender. "I hate to see this pretty face upset," he murmured to himself, his voice a low, soothing rumble.

As the lion helped pick up Y/n’s stuff from the ground, the situation made him angrier and angrier. He’s going to make sure to teach those punks a lesson tomorrow morning during training.”Got yourself a new little plaything?” those words lingering in Leona’s head. Plaything. He scoffs at the idea. Y/n is so much more than that…

In the dimly lit corridors of Night Raven College, the relentless torment aimed at Y/n had attracted the attention of Azul Ashengrotto. As he intervened to protect her, the bullies, recognizing the charismatic housewarden from Octavinelle, shifted their focus to the unexpected adversary.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a hero," one of the bullies scoffed, a malicious glint in his eyes. The leader, emboldened by the presence of a new target, attempted to humiliate Azul. "What's your game, Ashengrotto? Trying to play the savior for this loser?"

Azul's gaze remained unfazed, his smooth composure undeterred. "I suggest you mind your own business," he retorted, his voice carrying a subtle warning. However, the bullies, now fueled by audacity, turned their attention to Y/n once more.

In the face of the renewed onslaught, Azul stepped forward, shielding Y/n with a protective stance. "It seems you're mistaken," he said, directing his attention to Y/n. "This isn't about playing the hero. No one deserves to be treated like this."

The bullies, sensing an unexpected vulnerability in Azul's defense of Y/n, attempted to exploit it. "What's the matter, Ashengrotto? You fancy this loser here?" they sneered, hoping to provoke a reaction.

Azul's gaze flickered, a subtle hint of discomfort betraying his composed exterior. However, he quickly regained his confidence, addressing Y/n with a more reassuring tone. "Don't pay them any mind. Let me take care of this."

Turning back to the bullies, Azul's expression hardened. "You might want to reconsider your actions. I have quite a bit of dirt on both of you, and I'm not afraid to use it. And let's not forget about the Leech Twins—they're always hungry for interesting tidbits."

The mention of the Leech Twins sent a shiver down the bullies' spines, their confidence crumbling in the face of potential repercussions. Sensing their defeat, they slinked away, leaving Azul and Y/n in the now empty corridor.

Azul turned back to Y/n, his usual confidence giving way to a more genuine concern. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Trash like them need people like us to torment, to make themselves feel better.”

Y/n, still reeling from the emotional turmoil, nodded appreciatively. Azul continued to guide her to the Mostro lounge, knowing she will be safe there. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the commanding presence he displayed moments ago.

As they navigated the halls together, Azul couldn't help but feel a twinge of awkwardness. He was normally confident and composed, but Y/n's presence seemed to unravel his polished exterior. He knows all too well what it’s like to be treated like that. And the thought that Y/n had to endure the same thing made him want to protect her more. Like a precious pearl he can’t stand to share with anyone.

In the dimly lit corridors of Night Raven College, Kalim Al-Asim's radiant presence cast a warm glow that contrasted with the shadows of cruelty that clung to the bullies tormenting Y/n. As Kalim approached the scene, unaware of the tension, he couldn't fathom the depths of their malicious intent.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Kalim's voice echoed with genuine curiosity, a beacon of positivity in the oppressive atmosphere.

The leader of the bullies sneered, seizing the opportunity to redirect their malevolence. "Well, well, if it isn't the Scarabian sun himself. What's it to you, Kalim? Lost your little guard dog?"

Kalim chuckled, oblivious to their attempts at humiliation. "Nah, I was just passing by. Just got back from the pop music club. What's got you so worked up?"

Unperturbed, the bullies turned around to face Kalim, attempting to exploit the vulnerability they perceived in his sunny disposition. "Oh, look, he's trying to play the hero. Say, does the housewarden of Scarabia like this little misfit?."

Y/n, still reeling from the earlier torment, looked at Kalim with a mixture of gratitude and surprise. Kalim, however, beamed back, seemingly unaffected by their insinuations.

"What? Well, who wouldn't want to be friends with someone as amazing as Y/n?" Kalim responded, his sincerity disarming in its authenticity.

The bullies persisted, their cruel words attempting to chip away at Kalim's unwavering spirit. "Heh. Do you hear that, Y/n? There’s finally someone willing to put up with your pathetic act of a personality! I guess our little otter here is too stupid to see how worthless you are."

It was when they directed their malice back at Y/n, their words a venomous assault, that Kalim's carefree demeanor faltered. His eyes narrowed, the red glow dimming as a protective instinct took hold.

"Enough is enough," Kalim asserted, his voice carrying an unexpected edge. "You don't get to treat people like this."

Undeterred, the bullies persisted, casting disparaging remarks at both Kalim and Y/n. In response, Kalim maintained his composure, shielding Y/n from the verbal onslaught with unwavering resolve.

When the bullies continued to escalate the situation, Kalim took charge. "That's it. We're done here," he declared, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He offered a hand to Y/n, helping her to her feet with a reassuring touch.

"Let's get you out of here," Kalim suggested, handing Y/n her scattered belongings. "If you ever feel unsafe, Jamil and I are here for you."

The unease in the bullies' expressions was palpable as they realized their words didn’t affect their targets anymore. Kalim's protective stance and genuine concern for Y/n had disrupted their cruel narrative.

As the bullies slinked away, annoyed by the outcome, Kalim escorted Y/n back to Scarabia. Their walk was filled with moments of comforting silence, punctuated by Kalim's attempts to lighten the mood with his infectious laughter. When Y/n finally gave him a smile back he perked up. “It’s so nice to see you smile again!” The sight gave him new confidence to land a kiss on Y/n’s cheek.

Within the dark corridors of Night Raven College, the tormentors faced an unexpected obstacle in their pursuit of cruelty: Vil Schoenheit. As the charismatic figure stepped into the scene, the bullies exchanged uneasy glances, momentarily thrown off balance by the interference.

"Are you so starved for attention that you resort to tormenting others?" Vil's voice, laced with disdain, sliced through the air. His steely gaze met the bullies', challenging them to proceed.

However, their malevolence knew no bounds. Unwilling to be deterred, the bullies redirected their scorn towards Vil, attempting to humiliate him for daring to protect Y/n. "Look at this, the pretty prince thinks he can play hero. What, do you like the little misfit?" one of them jeered, the venom in his words aimed at both Vil and Y/n.

Vil, however, remained unfazed, ignoring their attempts to provoke him. Instead, he focused on Y/n, helping her up with a gentleness that contradicted the harsh reality they were facing. His fingers delicately corrected her clothing, fixed her tie, and smoothed her tousled hair. Vil's eyes met hers, a silent reassurance passing between them.

"Pay them no mind," he whispered, his breath brushing against Y/n's ear, a gesture that held an undercurrent of intimacy. "They thrive on our reactions."

The bullies, frustrated by Vil's indifference, resorted to physically assaulting Y/n, grabbing her by the shoulder. Before their cruelty could escalate further, Vil's hand shot out like a viper, gripping the offender's wrist with an intimidating strength.

"It's in your best interest to leave," Vil asserted, his voice low and threatening. "I won't tolerate such behavior. Choose wisely."

The bullies, now cowed by the unexpected turn of events, hastily retreated, leaving Vil and Y/n in the aftermath of their confrontation.

Vil escorted Y/n to his dorm, a haven away from the oppressive bullying that had sought to consume her. Inside his room, he offered her a seat and gently handed her a towel, his eyes reflecting genuine concern.

"Take your time," Vil said softly, his hands meticulously tending to a small cut on Y/n's cheek. "You deserve better than the cruelty of those einzellers."

As Vil carefully cleaned the remnants of the bullying, his thoughts betrayed the secret that he harbored in the depths of his heart. He cared deeply for Y/n, and every gentle touch, every word of reassurance, echoed the silent confession he dared not speak aloud.

"You deserve to be treated with kindness," he murmured. “Just make sure to stay by my side, Y/n.”

The dimly lit corridor was transformed into a battleground as Idia Shroud stepped forward, his normally reserved demeanor overshadowed by an unexpected fierceness. The bullies, accustomed to preying on the vulnerable, saw an opportunity to assert dominance over someone they perceived as even weaker — the introverted Idia.

"You think you can protect her?" one of the bullies taunted, a malicious smirk on his face. "What's the weakling going to do?"

Idia, his disheveled hair falling over his determined eyes, stood defiantly, shielding Y/n from the impending storm. The bullies, sensing a perceived vulnerability, closed in on the pair, their laughter echoing through the corridor.

"Why are you even bothering, Shroud? What's in it for you?" another bully jeered, the air thick with arrogance.

Y/n's heart sank, anticipating the onslaught of mockery that was about to befall them both. Idia, feeling the weight of their poisonous words, clenched his fists, his usual anxiety exacerbated by the confrontation.

"Why would someone like you bother to protect her?" another bully chimed in, his tone dripping with contempt. "She's not worth it, and you're just making yourself look like more of a loser."

The bullies, emboldened by their perceived victory, closed in on Idia and Y/n. The pressure intensified, and Y/n's distress became palpable. Idia, however, couldn't bear to see her suffer any longer.

In a moment of unexpected defiance, the blue flames in Idia's hair intensified, shifting to a fiery orange. The air crackled with newfound energy as Idia's eyes blazed with determination. He had reached his breaking point.

"What do you know about worth?" Idia snapped, his usually timid voice cutting through the tension like a samurai sword. "You think you can just waltz around, tormenting others without consequence? Well, think again."

The bullies, now faced with an Idia they hadn't anticipated, faltered as he unleashed a verbal onslaught more cutting than their own. "You want to mock me? Fine. But lay off her. You have no idea what it's like to be her, to carry the weight of your cruelty every day."

As his words hung in the air, Idia's threat escalated. "And if you don't back off right now, I'll make sure your precious devices become my playground. Hacking is my specialty, and trust me, I can make your lives a living nightmare."

The bullies, genuinely frightened by the unexpected turn of events, retreated in haste, leaving Idia and Y/n alone in the aftermath of the confrontation. As the echoes of their footsteps faded, Idia's fiery aura subsided, returning to the familiar blue and turned his attention to Y/n.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softening as he reached out to gently wipe away the tears that still clung to her cheeks.

Y/n nodded, a mixture of gratitude and admiration in her eyes. "Thank you, Idia. I didn't expect..."

Idia cut her off with a dismissive wave. "It's not like I did it for you or anything. I just couldn't stand their stupidity."

As the tension eased, Idia reverted to his introverted self, a visible anxiety settling over him. "I... um, well, I should go. Just forget about it," he mumbled, glancing away.

But as he turned to leave, Y/n caught his hand. "Idia, wait. Thank you," she said, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "You didn't have to do that, but you did."

Idia's eyes met hers, a subtle warmth beneath the layers of his usual aloofness. "Just don't make it a habit of needing my help," he quipped, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Even though those words escaped his blue lips, in his heart he hoped that Y/n would come to him in her days of need.

In the gloomy halls of Night Raven College, the three Savanaclaw bullies tried to justify their actions as mere play, their voices faltering under Malleus Draconia's piercing gaze. "We were just messing around, no harm intended," one of them stammered, attempting to downplay the cruelty they had inflicted upon Y/n.

Malleus, his patience exhausted, snapped his fingers. In an instant, the bullies were suspended above the ground. The Diasomnia housewarden wasted no time; his eyes met Y/n's, and the look on her face spoke volumes. This was not mere play; it was torment.

Outside, the atmosphere shifted, echoing Malleus's wrath. Lightning flashed, and thunder roared, a visceral manifestation of the storm brewing within him. The bullies, now terrified, were at the mercy of the fae prince's judgment.

With a graceful motion Malleus offered Y/n a hand to help her up. The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the chilling air of the college. "Are you hurt?" he asked, genuine concern evident in his eyes.

Y/n shook her head, grateful for Malleus's intervention. As they stood together, the fae prince surveyed the bullies with a cold, calculating gaze. "Explain yourselves," he demanded, his voice like the rumble of distant thunder.

The bullies, now realizing the gravity of their actions, stumbled over their words. Malleus's patience waned, and with another snap of his fingers, he immobilized them once more, this time freezing their levitating bodies.

Turning back to Y/n, Malleus took a step closer, his eyes softening as he surveyed the emotional toll the ordeal had taken on her. "I can make them feel the pain they inflicted upon you, Y/n," he offered, his voice low and filled with restrained fury.

Y/n, however, shook her head again, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and reluctance. "No, Malleus. I don't want that."

Respecting her wishes, Malleus released the bullies, who fell to the ground with a thud before scrambling to flee. The housewarden, however, wasn't finished. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned Y/n's scattered belongings, collecting them with a gentle sweep of his hand.

"Allow me," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers as he gathered her things. Malleus, his expression softening, lifted Y/n into his arms, carrying her bridal style.

As they navigated the corridors, Malleus's gaze remained on Y/n, a silent promise of protection and comfort. "No one should be subjected to such cruelty," he stated, his voice a low growl.

Once they reached a more secluded spot, Malleus gently set Y/n down. "If ever you need someone to shield you from the shadows, know that I am here," he confessed, his eyes revealing the depth of his emotions.

The lingering thunder outside echoed the storm within Malleus, but his gaze softened, and a hint of vulnerability appeared as he regarded Y/n. "Do you feel safe now?"

Y/n nodded “T-thank you, Malleus… You’re my savior.” Upon seeing her smile Malleus felt his worries wash away. To reflect this new found emotion the storms outside seem to lay down, making way for the sun to reveal its face once again. Malleus kneeled before her, cupping her face in his hand. “I won’t let anyone harm you ever again.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twst fanfiction #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al-asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #reader insert #twst x reader #this came to be because of my nightmare last night about my bullies from high school #if only a pretty boy would save me then LOL #this is just me reflecting just let me be #vil is such a gentleman i love him so much!!!!#i could do the vice housewardens too if people like to see more!#Tomorrow finally arrives my matras. no more couch!

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lvely · 4 months

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twst tumblr peeps I need good twst ao3 recs please please please I’m begging you I’m literally on my knees holding baby dragon malleus in my hands to appeal to you with my humble request-

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland smut #twst x reader #twst fanfic #twst fluff #twst smut #twst angst #twst malleus #twst leona #twst azul #twst vil #twst riddle #twst idia #twst kalim #twst fic #💭. in the bubble

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etheries1015 · 6 months

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The sparkles surrounding Malleus....He's so happy 😭😭 and Idia totally relating to him in the weirdest round about way possible....

Also I can see Malleus clutching his heart like that to something Yuu does that he finds incredibly adorable

Yuu: *Fixes their hair slightly before glancing over at Malleus and flashes a smile* Hi mal~!

Malleus- *Clutching his heart and doubling over* An...an angel...I'm in the presence of the worlds most fascinatingly stunning and wonderful specimen any fae or human alike ever lay eyes upon, what beauty, what benevelonce

Idia- Dude what

Lilia, putting his hand on idias shoulder and shaking his head- Its best not to question a dragons affections and interests

Yuu- *chuckles* you're so funny, Mal. C'mon let's go, we don't want to be late for gargoyle studies!

Malleus- *Happy dragon squeels*

#twisted wonderland #twst #Malleus Draconia #Malleus Draconia x reader #Malleus x reader #Malleus twst #Malleus twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fanfics #twst fanfictions #twisted wonderland headcannons #malleus draconia headcannon

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moonlit-midnight · 1 month

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Quiet solace in your embrace

Characters: Diasomnia (pick your favorite).

Genre: Hurt Comfort.

Summary: In which he offers you a comfortable silence when your words fail to speak.

Warnings: GN!Reader, can be platonic or romantic.

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Hearing a faint knock on his door, he set his book aside and rushed to open it.

There you stood, looking fatigued, eyes slightly red and cheeks stained with little traces of tears.

You rarely showed this side to anyone, often enduring everything alone with a brave and hopeful smile, so seeing the person he loved so dearly in that state caused his heart to ache.

“What happened, my dear? Did you have a bad dream–”

His words trailed off when you enveloped him into a hug.

You only shook your head and let out a small sigh as you stayed quiet and leaned against him.

He took the hint that you felt too tired at the moment, so he simply offered you his silence and comforting presence like he usually does whenever you couldn’t give a voice to your emotions.

In the quietness of the night, he held you in his gentle embrace, assuring you that you have someone by your side who would lend you their strength to endure whatever you were going through.

When you’re ready to talk about what’s troubling your heart and mind, I will be here and I’m all ears.

Your words are safe with me.

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luciferism · 4 months

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[ "Serendipitous? Engagement" ]

Leona Kingscholar x GN!Reader

Summary: Although it was his idea to get engaged and hired you to become his beloved ‘fiancé’, and to dodge the impending doom of marrying another noble’s child; his fake happiness became harder to maintain as he thought about the real purpose of the engagement and the fact that it is just a contract and not a true sign of love or commitment.

You don't know why he had chosen you–out of all the rich people and nobles–but you accepted the proposal after mulling it over and over for almost a month. It was only an engagement for publicity after all, right?

Tags: 18+, one shot, explicit, eventual smut, PDA (making out in public), blow job while driving (giving), arranged engagement/marriage, use of sex toy (dildo), double penetration (penis and toy in one hole), creampie, erotic asphyxiation (choking/breath play), oral fixation, porn with feelings, reader is not Yuu (?)

Word Count: 9.1K words

A/N: I got a bit busy, but here you go. Merry Christmas and drive safe, kids!

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Pose, click, flash. Pose, click, flash. The camera shutter clicked away in each romantic pose of the couple.

"Can you two please get a bit closer?" The photographer begged.

The two of you stood in a beautiful artificial garden inside a studio, with flowers blooming all around, the fresh scent tickled your noses. He held you close to him and you embraced each other, as you looked into the camera with smiles that seemed genuine enough to the public. You two somehow looked like a sick ‘in love’ couple.

Leona could help but think of the experience as excruciating. As the photoshoot progressed and he spent more time in front of the camera surrounded by the opulence and pageantry of the engagement studio, he found himself growing increasingly annoyed and uncomfortable.

Although it was his idea to get engaged and hired you to become his beloved ‘fiancé’, and to dodge the impending doom of marrying another noble’s child; his fake happiness became harder to maintain as he thought about the real purpose of the engagement and the fact that it is just a contract and not a true sign of love or commitment.

"Leona, put your arms around your fiancé."

That set him off and his ears subtly flickered. He could have sworn he would have snarled if he did not know any better. Since he wanted to get this torture over with, Leona set his jaw and placed his hands on your hips. He felt the heat of your body radiate through.

The moment his fingers splayed across the smooth curves of your hips, his eyes had nearly crossed. The photographer saw his brain short circuit at the contact, but you did not. The photographer was thrilled with the new position and took more shots. The contact was agony. Leona could not wait to let you go.

"This is amazing! Keep it like this!”

The photographer clicked away, giggling and all giddy. Leona's eyes rolled into the back of his head. It's been a while for Leona since he felt heat like this against him.

"Okay, keep going! Now kiss."

Now he really wanted to gouge out his eyes. Leona pulled you close and put his arms around you. Your faces were so close, the contact of your breath and the warmth of your face were almost too much.

"Closer," the photographer pleaded once again.

As the poses got really awkward by each click, you wanted to choke the photographer like how you would throttle a chicken. Regardless, at the back of your mind, if you're going to be uncooperative, this will tarry a bit longer; and it does not take a genius to guess that the 'couple' were both uncomfortable.

However, you gave what the photographer wanted and clutched your deft fingers on the man's tie and pulled him down for a 'kiss'—that was only a touch lighter than a feather.

Leona's jaw tightened as you grabbed hold of his tie and pulled him into a faux kiss. But something about the gesture that caused his brain to short circuit again. The contact was fleeting but powerful.

The warmth of your lips lingered on his for a moment before you pulled back. The photographer was ecstatic and couldn't stop clicking away. Your touch caused Leona to take a deep inhale and he closed his eyes for a second. He had been shaken by the contact and he was not sure exactly why. His grip on your hips tightened.

The camera man himself was clicking with glee. He was taking photos from every angle he could think of, including overhead. He even told the two of you to kiss again from different angles. Leona and you were forced to pantomime an entire love-filled scene as the photographer continued with his photoshoot, capturing images in a variety of poses and settings.

Sooner, as if it was becoming too much, you escaped from Leona's tightening grasp with a small frown knitting on your forehead. Yes, you just made 'kissing' poses for a few minutes now and it was ridiculous.

You puffed before you spoke sternly, "Is this a bit too much? We've been at this kind of pose and you still haven't got a good shot despite your visible gleeful clicking... in every angle.”

"Have we mistakenly hired an incompetent one?" You shifted your weight on your right leg and waited for the photographer's response. You did not care if you were being a bit confrontational. Your work is waiting for you and you are way off the allocated schedule for today.

"Incompetent? I— you — how dare!" the photographer exploded as he took a step closer to you. "This is— " he broke in mid-sentence to click away, "—a very common and professional way to capture a couple's engagement moment—" Click. Click. Click. "—and I find it quite disrespectful how you treat my work." Click. Click.

The photographer crossed his arms and huffed. "I'll let you know that I'm very good at my job and I'm very good at what I do."

Click. Click. It seemed that the photographer was set on burning your retinas as another way to refute your words.

Your eyebrow raised at the photographer, finding the reaction of the man to your snide remark to be quite amusing to say the least. As the camera continued to shutter, a visible smirk was now painted on your features, which was a far cry from your normal disposition.

You turned back to Leona and proceeded to pose again, this time, with a dissipating smile on your lips. You spoke sternly once more, albeit merely a tease, "You better be."

Leona's gaze flitted between you and the photographer. He swallowed hard and tightened his grip on your hips. A soft shiver rolled down his spine when your eyes met, a soft flush suffused his face with warmth for a moment. It was like the temperature had spiked the second your lips brushed his own again.

The photographer snapped another photo and clicked, his gaze was sharp. You were slightly amused, but Leona was shaken for a reason he only had the answer to.

Leona's gaze landed back at the photographer, an edge to his tone as he demanded, "That's enough for now.”

The photographer finally stopped clicking and nodded at the couple.

"Excellent! Perfect! Just lovely. I'll go get your photos for you by this evening." A few more minutes passed before the photographer eventually left. And with that, your private photoshoot and the morning were over.

You almost practically jumped on your feet when the exasperating shoot was finally over and about. Despite your now stiff muscles, you carried your weight on the porcelain floor of the studio with deliberate strides of your legs towards a table where your things were seated at.

After that, you graced Leona with one last glance and a small nod as if saying, 'I'll go first,' then merrily made your way to the exit of the venue, letting Leona’s staff deal with the mundane task for the photoshoot’s aftermath. When your head was washed off of the photoshoot, your work almost immediately shoved the thoughts out and took the driver's seat of your mind.

Leona's eyes remain on the people around for a moment longer before finally moving to follow you with his eyes. The man watched as you started to leave. He shakes his head a little, irritated. Then with a sigh, he followed your lead. He walked after you through the double doors, catching up with you and taking you by the arm to stop you.

"Hold on," he said as he turned you towards him. "What's the rush?”

A plain brown envelope—filled with work documents—almost dropped into the floor when your grasp on it loosened from the abrupt pull of your arm. You were on the cobblestone sidewalk of the building and was ready to scurry away.

You were in reverie, already thinking of a myriad of things you would do back at your office for the rest of the remaining afternoon hours, but it seemed to you that you would not be able to do much, now that your 'fiancé' looked keen on maybe... spending time with you.

"Because Mr., I still have pending work for the day. I did not expect our photoshoot would devour time like that." You checked the time on your wrist watch briefly then fixed your gaze once again at Leona.

Your brows furrowed, not in frustration but rather curiosity, and spoke casually in a softer tone.

"Uhm... do you want to discuss more things about this? I'll opt out of my schedule for today. It seems I'm still behind regardless of whether I'll ditch you right now or not." Your lips curled into a friendly smile, but not overly done so, just the smile you use on strangers and acquaintances.

Leona studied you carefully before a small grin adorned his lips. The man’s hand reaches up and brushes his fingers across your lips. The action caused his stomach to flutter and his ears flicker as if he just had a rush of adrenaline.

"You're already a few hours behind, what's a few more?" he said as he leaned in a little closer. You realized you were nearly nose to nose at this point.

"I have one condition," he continued as his hands moved down to your hips again and he stepped fully into your personal space. "First, kiss me again," he said with a grin, his voice low and sensual, "Just one more time."

He made his condition sound tempting, like he was giving you a reward. He wanted to see if the same spark still exists between you the way it did only over an hour ago. If he was right, you two might not have to wait until the wedding for this feeling to be shared again.

As you felt Leona's hands back on your hips, your breath was caught in your throat and Leona might have succeeded in making your heart rate rise more than necessary.

"Wha—?" you uttered then landed your hand on Leona's chest as if you both unintentionally mimicked one of the many poses you did at the shoot.

As if a switch has turned on, a smug grin curled on your lips, your tease streak resurfaced just like how you confronted the photographer half an hour ago.

"Oh, my darling Leona, did my prior light feather kisses have affected you that much?" you audaciously goaded the man further with a coy smile.

Your hand on Leona's chest is like a jolt of electricity. His breath hitched and his heart raced. He can feel the heat rising on his skin. Leona stares at you, utterly transfixed.

"Yes..." he murmured. He stared at you with intensity, his expression was a mixture of want, longing and hunger and a little embarrassment. He could not quite meet your eyes as his skin flushed more.

"Again," he begged softly, "Do it again.” Leona took you by the collar and pushed you against the wall of the building and then leaned in closer. He pulled your head back to expose your neck. Leona was so close.

Leona stared deep into your eyes. You could smell his scent, a masculine musk and the faint scent of his cologne. You felt Leona's breath wafted on your face again, and something stirred deep inside you. Leona's expression was almost desperate, his green eyes filled with passion, desire and a hunger he cannot quite name.

You swore you could hear your heartbeat pounding on your eardrums. The thought of being intimate in public and being brazen about it–albeit only kissing–made your blood boil; and Leona's desperation for your kiss fanned the burning embers of pride and desire inside you.

You may have looked cool outside but you are sure as hell of yourself that the man and his actions got you a bit worked up, but not as Leona was. As someone with an innate opportunistic trait, you decided to indulge not only Leona's wish but as well as to satisfy your own.

And so, your fingers framed Leona's sharp features, then you slowly leaned and passionately pressed your lips with him.

It was like lighting a match into a pool of gasoline—passion flared up and spilled over with a rush. Your pride and Leona's desire met in the middle and suddenly the spark of that kiss was all consuming. Your mouths pressed together urgently, desperately. The taste of him was all you thought of and the feeling of your lips on Leona's are like nothing else in the world.

You two kissed for several moments—or maybe several lifetimes. Leona's desperation mirrored yours and your emotions were so intense that you two did not notice the crowd that was passing by and gave you a look.

"Mmh," Leona mumbled against your lips.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to savor the moment. The two of you were lost to the outside world, not caring who may be watching or what they might think of. All that mattered was the passionate expression of desire.

Leona pulled you closer to him. A hand brushed your hair. It was an intense moment of connection for both of you as you both gave into the feeling. You two might have started a fake relationship, but the connection between you seemed almost real.

Your tongues clashed against each other for a few seconds before Leona pulled away. He was breathing hard and his tanned skin was pink with the flush. Leona slowly looked back at you, his expression was almost predatory, his gaze sharp and his jaw tight. He licked his lips and looked at you through heavy lidded eyes.

"Do that one more time," he uttered, his expression turning into a grin, "and we won't be going back to the office." Leona whispered something else in his mother tongue. His accent was thick.

Your lips met Leona's with almost a bruising force once more. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt Leona pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your lower back and holding you tight. Your kiss was paid in kind as he pressed his mouth against yours with ferocity.

You pulled away for a moment before licking Leona's bottom lip and returning to kiss him again, as if you could not get enough of what you had started. Your own lips opened to meet Leona's own and the passion of the moment was enough to cause a moan to slip past your lips.

"Darling," you whispered against Leona's mouth, "bring me somewhere private."

You begrudgingly pulled away, your lush lips colored in pink and were glossy from Leona's saliva. You were willing to give him more, to feel Leona's lips and tongue against your own with abandon.

His grip had tightened on your waist. He felt your heart pounding against his own chest. His breath is hitched for a moment, as if the act of breathing has become a conscious effort.

"You're mine," he whispered, "All of you."

His fingers moved up your neck to your ears and he whispered something in his language once again—something sweet and romantic. His eyes were sharp, but they were filled with a desire that was almost palpable.

"Yes..." You sighed and closed your eyes. "I’m yours, my darling."

Your relationship may have turned into something more as you both made your intentions known faster than any real relationship usually develops. Regardless, it did not matter for you both. The meaning of your whole interaction was crystal clear and you were not interested in being subtle or demure about it.

You opened your eyes again and pressed your lips against Leona's. If you were going to give all yourself to the man, you wanted to have a taste of what you are going to lose if you were not to give all of yourself.

After that last kiss, you pushed Leona away ever so slightly with a smoldering look on your face. "Now, don't make me wait, darling. I'll go mad."

You fixed your disheveled hair and clothes then looked back at the man, waiting for Leona to take you somewhere.

His breath is hitched at your words. His heart felt like it was going to beat straight out of his chest. The sound of blood rushing through his ears was all he heard. Leona looked at you for a moment before his eyes hardened and they burned.

His gaze traveled over your features. The way your clothes were slightly skewed added to your sexiness. Your lips were swollen from the kisses and your hair was rumpled and disheveled from his touch. You looked incredible and he felt the pull of desire like a strong magnet.

Leona kept staring at you through half lidded eyes. His expression was both playful and serious and there was a dangerous look to it that made your heart thrum in your chest.

"Darling," he said, his voice was husky, "How about we make up for lost time and go to my apartment?"

He was not wasting any time. Leona took you by the hand and pulled you down the street as he continued speaking.

"I'll make us something to eat and we can..." Leona let his voice trail off, but you were given a clear hint of his plans for the night.

“Yes,” you fired back a hardly subtle flirtatious look.

Your heart was pounding as this was not a feeling you had expected in this arrangement. You had never met anyone like Leona who could make you burn with just one look. You were not questioning this feeling you felt. No amount of rationalism and logic can take it away. This was the most real thing you had ever felt and you did not mind laying some layers of your armor down.

Leona felt something stir in his core. Something that could not quite be explained in words. At this moment in time, Leona Kingscholar felt vulnerable. He took a step back with a small smile on his face and a flush high on his cheeks. Leona's expression turned into one of pure amusement as he studied you.

He opened his mouth as if he was to speak for a moment before shaking his head. His lips parted and there was an unspoken word that seemed to rest on his tongue for a moment before he finally said it.

"Follow me.”

Leona was headed for his car and got into the driver's seat. He watched as you climbed into the passenger's seat and fastened your seatbelt. You both stayed in silence for a few moments before Leona's gaze landed on your lips. He started the engine and pulled out of the parking space. He took a moment to clear his mind.

"Before I take you to my place," he said, his voice was laced with something almost sinister but just playful enough to be considered teasing. "I want you to do one more thing for me.”

You shot him a knowing look, your eyebrow arched as you placed your things at the backseat of the car. Soon, your eyes brazenly swooped Leona's figure behind the steering wheel. You tilted your head to the side with a come-hither expression mixed with amusement.

"Pray tell, Leona," you bit your lower lip, "Is it something I'd enjoy?”

“Oh, you will.” A devious smile spread across Leona's lips. "Just something to do with those kissable lips."

He glanced over at you and his expression became one of smolder. He took a deep breath and looked back to the road. His gaze moved back to you and settled on your lips again. His pulse quickened and his stomach was filled with butterflies from the anticipation that was practically electric.

"When I start to drive," he continued, his tone was low and almost a whisper. "Kiss me.”

Your expression went from a subtle smile into a full grin. "Wouldn't that be too much of a risk?" You chuckled, your body was fully turned towards the driver's seat.

The car started to move slowly now and you ramped up your teasing. You could see Leona's jaw clenched and the way his fingers tightened their grasp on the steering wheel.

Leona swallowed hard and he could feel his stomach tighten, his mind filled with thoughts of doing something wild and reckless. Of putting all reason aside and doing something he might regret. He turned in his seat and met your gaze with a smile.

"But I want to try something new." His ears flickered and his eyes went downcast and back up in a gesture that seemed almost teasing and playful.

"Kiss me while I drive.” His gaze did not leave the road, but he could feel your fingers against him almost daring him.

"And I want you to tell me where you would want me to kiss you..." your voice trailed off. Your deft hand glided down on Leona's thighs, gently caressing the man's toned flesh up and down through his trousers, just barely touching Leona's growing huge bulge.

"Your pick," he murmured between a whisper and a groan. He shivered a little as his body reacted strongly to your touch. He could feel his face becoming hot as the blood rushed on it, feeling almost shy as he tried to resist.

"As for where," he smirked, "I think you know well which spot I'm talking about.” Leona's breath hitched. Every cell in his body was alive with raw passion. He felt the heat rising on his skin, the way you caress his thighs sent shivers up his spine.

His eyes are fixed on the road in front of him. However, he could not seem to keep his eyes from glancing down. He did not dare to look at you, not while he's driving. He could not help but squirm a little in his seat as your hand caressed him. If you two were not in a moving vehicle, he would take you right there and claim you. No questions asked.

"Just drive slowly or stop driving if it becomes too much." Your lips curved into a devious grin. What you were about to do was certainly something a bit risky considering Leona was still driving the car. However, your devil's advocate side of your personality bested your rationale at the moment.

So, you loosened your seatbelt and leaned closer to the driver's seat. With swift movements of your hands, you unbuckled Leona's belt and unzipped the man's trousers.

"Oh? Just to my liking." A look of one being impressed colored your features as you laid eyes upon Leona's hardening dick.

The bulge was huge alone and it certainly was impressive to the point your mouth shamelessly watered. You took a deep breath and kissed Leona's biceps through his suit jacket before going down on him—licking and sucking the cockhead and tasting him—as the man drove the car back to his apartment.

Leona's face was flushed with intense passion and heat. His jaw slackened and a soft groan escaped his lips as you did whatever you wanted. He drove the car as best he could, which was not very good at all. His concentration and focus were entirely on the feeling of your warm and moist mouth around his cock.

The car zigzagged to the side from time to time, almost making it off the road and onto the sidewalks. But Leona hardly notices. He was lost in a world of bliss and your hands and mouth.

The car really veered onto the sidewalk now as it moved at a slow speed, almost hitting a cyclist. Leona's eyes were closed and he was panting heavily. He was completely immersed at the moment. His body was completely consumed by you and every nerve was on fire, every cell in his body alive with need and lust.

Leona was not driving—at least not like he was supposed to. His concentration was completely elsewhere, with you being the focal point of his universe. His voice was soft and hoarse. His eyes flickered in their sockets.

"D-don't make me crash," Leona manages to mumble as he leaned back against the driver’s seat.

He glanced down at you and you could guess how flushed Leona's face was as he continued to drive whilst you gave him head. Leona let out a low groan, his heavy eyes were trained on the road ahead once again.

He was doing his best to focus on the task at hand, to keep his attention on the car and its movements. But it was a real struggle, especially with your talented mouth on him.

You popped Leona's cock out of your mouth and almost sat back up. A soft chuckle slipped from your lips as your eyes glinted in mischief. Your face was flushed as well and your heart continued to pump blood more than it should; and your tongue reveled in the aftertaste of Leona’s precum.

"My god, you're like a drunk driver," you teased in barely a whisper.

Your eyes darted from Leona's flustered face and back to still his hard cock, before you helped Leona in stopping the car on the side of the road. You wiped the sweat off Leona's forehead with a handkerchief and kissed his cheek.

"Let me drive back to your condo and we'll continue there," you quavered, as you tried your best not to laugh too much. You offered knowing damn well Leona had not come yet.

Leona was completely overwhelmed by the sensations you were giving him that he was not even fully aware of his surroundings anymore. He was lost in this moment of absolute lust and passion.

"Sevens..." he whispered. He leaned in and kissed your cheek as well.

With one hand on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, he looked at you with a small smirk on his lips, still catching his breath.

"You better make up for this, darling," he said, his voice hoarse as he stared at the road ahead.

"Yes, Leona. You will always have me." Your expression softened then zipped Leona's pants back before you switched seats.

With Leona's guide, you drove the way back to Leona's apartment. After a few more minutes, the two of you were finally inside Leona's luxurious place and you did not have the time to observe and adore the aesthetics of the interior because he practically pounced on you as soon as the door was locked.

Leona pushed you against the wall as soon as he locked the door. Leona's lips move over your mouth, pressing lightly, playfully.

"Oh, is someone eager to finish what he started in the car?" you whispered. You bit your lower lip as you eyed Leona. The heat was palpable as you watched Leona push you against the wall.

Your mouths met once again, more passionate this time and both of you groaned into it. You tasted as divine as anyone can taste—and judging from the heat and intensity of Leona's kiss, he wanted more of you with every iota of his being.

Your bodies pressed against each other as Leona pulled you closer, his hands running up and down all over your body, cupping, molding you to the perfect shape he had always fantasized about. Leona's tongue pushed into your mouth, then he let out a moan, and your breaths mingled together as the kiss grew even deeper.

The moment between you both was filled with intense heat and passion. Your scent filled his senses and it was impossible to resist you. Leona could not bear it any longer and broke the kiss.

"Bedroom," is all he muttered before dragging you towards his bedroom.

"You're so forward. I love that," you uttered, smiling up at the man whose eyes seemed to contain an intensity that could burn a hole through your body.

You were more than happy to let Leona take you to his bedroom, but you would like to return the favor... eventually. For now, you let yourself be taken to the bedroom and wait for whatever Leona has in mind.

The bedroom's door slammed shut and locked immediately as Leona pushed you into the room.

"Get on the bed."

Leona pushed you down onto the bed and stood directly near the bed’s edge, looking down with a stern stare.

"Don't you ever forget it,” his expression was harsh and serious, although there was a hint of amusement in those emerald eyes.

His voice contained an authoritative and dominant tone, but there was a certain passion to it as well. The way he looked at you let you know exactly what Leona has in mind.

"And don't move," Leona almost demanded as he left the bedroom. What could he possibly be doing?

While you wait for Leona to make a move, Leona's footsteps were heard coming towards the bedroom.

He appeared in the doorway again with a box sitting in his hands. He smiled sweetly at you and sat on the edge of the bed before taking the lid off the box and opening it in front of you.

"Just wait and see," he whispered, his tone full of excitement, his body tense with anticipation of what is to come.

Leona took something out of the box and presented it to you. "Do you think it'll fit?"

That was it. Your heart had finally drummed loudly in your chest. You only had little idea what was going on right now.

Leona's eyes are focused on you, intense and full of desire. Your expression showed confusion, but there was also a hint of excitement.

It did not take long for you to realize what Leona was trying to tell you, and your eyes lit up. Leona gave you the same look and the two of you were at each other as your bodies pressed close together.

Leona's eyes were on fire and his lips curved into a playful grin when he saw the excitement on your face.

"You're so ready for it, aren't you?" He chuckled and kissed your neck softly. "But just like you made me wait in the car, you'll have to wait again."

He moved slightly away from you. "Watch carefully as I'm going to put it on you.”

Leona opened the box fully and took out the item inside. He looked at it for a moment, considering what he was about to do. He glanced over at you, your gaze was on him as well—burning with desire and anticipation. Leona could see the thirst for him in your eyes.

He moved again closer and placed one leg on the bed. Your eyes remain locked on him and you could not help but smile back at him before moving your hand closer to the box's content.

He picked it up and held it up in front of you. "Do you know what this is?" Leona whispered. He moved his hand up to the top of it and ran the tips of his fingers over it. His eyes are full of mischief and excitement.

"I'm going to put it on you," his gaze moved from the item to you and back to the item again, "...and then," Leona whispered, his tone full of passion and heat, "I'll do to you what only I know how to do.”

Your lips parted in a soft hiss and you opened your mouth to speak but no sound came out. Your eyes were glued to what Leona was holding, a sex toy—a transparent, big dildo—but not as impressive as Leona’s cock. The sight had caused your heart to beat faster and your breath trapped in your lungs.

You could see Leona's amused reaction as he moved closer to you. Leona's nimble fingers slowly reached towards you and began to remove your clothes, piece by piece, with almost like an expert's touch. By the time he was done unfastening your clothes, Leona's breathing was ragged, his eyes were full of passion and lust.

He kissed you again, then slowly moved down your body. He started with your shoulders, then kissed and sucked on your neck, before moving down to your chest. Your skin was hot and you could feel Leona's warm breath wafting against your skin. Leona took his time, exploring and adoring your body.

Leona's lips curved into a playful grin when he saw your look of complete lust and anticipation. He reached for a bottle lube that was also in the box and lathered his hands, your most sensitive parts and the said sex toy with it.

"Don't move," he whispered. "Just spread your legs." He moved closer, the lubed dildo was now in his grasp. His face was full of anticipation and playfulness.

"Ready? We're going to find out just how much of a darling you can be." With that, Leona slowly yet surely slid the toy inside your entrance until it settled quite snuggly.

Your body trembled from the initial pleasure of your flesh stretching from the dildo’s intrusion. Your eyes almost immediately fluttered closed and moaned softly—trying to keep your composure. The feeling of the toy sliding inside you was unlike anything you have ever experienced before. A wave of pleasure washes over your body.

As Leona kissed your shoulders, your breathing quickened. You reached out to touch him, but remembered, "Don’t move."

Leona’s lips trailed kisses on your jaw, neck and collarbones, gradually increasing the intensity of what he was doing to you. You felt like you were losing control over your body at this point as you did short and sharp inhales.

You opened your eyes and stared intently at Leona sitting in front of you and pumping the dildo inside your walls while showering you with kisses and nibbles..

"Ohh... Leona..." You groaned loudly when your lover moved it slightly faster. You could not keep still anymore and grasped at Leona’s hair.

Leona's hand went still, letting the movement of your hips bring you your own pleasure as you squirmed and moaned his name.

"That's it," Leona cooed. Your movements sent little shivers down his spine. You were so responsive and it turned him on harder than he already was. Leona's eyes were on you, watching you writhe in pleasure.

"Can you handle more?" he whispered as he slowly moved the dildo inside you again, as his face was adorned by a mischievous grin.

He moved his mouth lower and bit your neck, gently at first, but then harder. Leona was enjoying the feeling of your body reacting to the electric sensations of his touches.

His voice became a hoarse whisper as he whispered again in your ear, "Is this feeling good, darling?”

"Ahh… yes, Leona," you whimpered, losing more and more control over your body as Leona's touch and the movement of the dildo inside you became more intense. The pleasure had started becoming too much to bear.

You sighed and you were not able to speak properly at the moment. You were almost out of breath. There were a plethora of things that you wanted to say at once, but the sensation coursing throughout your body was so intense and so overwhelming, that you could not think of anything other than how amazing it was all.

"Oh my god..." You moaned as your body squirmed around wildly on the bed. You could not help it.

You were moaning loudly, your voice was nothing more than a husky whisper. You reached out for Leona's back, your fingers digging into his skin as you tried to hold on to the man in front of you.

"Leona, I can’t... yes, more...”

Leona's eyes twinkled with excitement as he watched you lose yourself in the pleasure you were experiencing. Leona took the toy out slowly, leaving you craving for more. He pressed his body against yours and pulled you a bit closer.

"Do you want more of me?" he whispered in your ear, his voice laced with eagerness and lust. Leona's hand found your hand and he gripped it tightly. Your throat was making little noises of pleasure as Leona continued to touch you, moving the item inside you once again in the right spots, and the two of you found it hard to resist each other.

Leona's tongue slowly teased your ear and nibbled on it, which only adds to your pleasure. He moved the toy inside your clenching muscles with deliberate movements, teasing you for a few seconds before increasing the pace.

"Are you ready?”

Leona's hand was still entwined with one of yours. His eyes are locked on you, watching you lose control of yourself, watching you squirm and moan with pleasure. He watched that look of need and desperation on your face and smiled.

"Say it," he taunted, his eyes shining with teasing light, his voice full of promise and intensity. "Say exactly what you want, darling herbivore."

As your breath caught in your throat, you looked at Leona with your desperate, half-lidded eyes. You licked your lips and tried to collect yourself, but you were lost in the feeling of pleasure that Leona was giving you.

You swallowed hard and tried to speak. "I want you," you whispered, your eyes burning with lust and excitement. "I want you inside me as well."

The way you held onto Leona was a testament to the words you spoke. You craved Leona's touch, his kisses, his words. You craved Leona.

"I need you," you added. You needed to have Leona at the moment and you could not wait any longer.

Leona's heartbeat quickened and he felt a surge of intensity and pleasure. His voice was full of playfulness and love when he whispered back.

"And you'd have me, my darling."

Leona's eyes were shining with desire as he brought his mouth to yours again. Your lips met for a soft and gentle kiss, but it became more heated and intense after a few seconds.

He pulled away and smiled at you. His eyes were filled with desire and his voice was deep with affection. "Do you need me right now?”

“Yes… I want you to fuck me,” you snapped back an answer quickly.

Leona's eyes burned with desire and promise as you whispered exactly what Leona wanted to hear. "And you'll get me," he said with a low, husky tone.

He leaned closer to your body and slowly reestablished the dildo’s movement back inside you. His eyes were fixated on your face and occasionally glanced at your stimulated entrance—which was emitting amorous squelching sounds in every thrust—making sure that you were completely lost in the vortex of pleasure.

"Mmm, yes, Leona... more... this feels amazing..." You moaned audibly when Leona moved the item inside your body again. Your body squirmed and arched in pleasure, making sounds and making Leona more excited to give you what you wanted.

"I always get what I want," Leona whispered. He sounded confident and you could tell that Leona meant every word of it. The man swiftly removed his clothes, letting himself get completely exposed in front of you.

You grabbed at Leona's biceps, your fingers digging into the man's arms. You were breathless as your body responded to his touches and kisses. Leona's confident, teasing words and his naked physique made your blood boil with utter anticipation. You knew you should say something, but words are just too hard to come by at the moment.

Only one thing is sure, you wanted more of Leona. You really needed to have him. The sheer want and need were consuming you, burning you with desire, and no amount of self control was going to stop you from getting what you wanted.

You were greedy of Leona and there was nothing you wanted more than to have your faux fiancé's cock together with the toy inside you. It may have sounded intimidating, but you were open to experiencing such pleasure... and pain.

Leona grinned mischievously as your moans grew louder and you started begging for more. He held onto you tightly, almost pinning you to the bed.

The feline man was hungry for you. He was hungry for you in a way that he had never felt before. He was greedy too—almost possessive—which was a vague indication that he probably wanted to have you way before your faux engagement.

Leona's kisses traveled from your lips to your neck and you could feel your body writhing and moving under his touch. Your hands were everywhere on Leona now, gripping the man's body tightly.

Leona loved this. He adored that desperate want coming from you. He watched your contorted, pleasured expression as he moved the dildo slowly in and out of you as deep as you had let him.

"You'll get more than this," Leona whispered, "Let yourself feel everything and I'll give you everything."

And so he did, he gave you what you wanted despite not being told explicitly. Leona positioned himself after spreading your thighs further. You could barely think straight at this moment.

"Yes," you murmured, then bit your lips. Your body was quivering and the incredible pleasure continued to ripple throughout your body and you did not want it to ever stop.

The thought of being both penetrated by the toy and Leona left you feeling hotter and breathless; and you made sorts of little whimpers as you tried to hold back. You were almost in pain from the sheer arousal you felt between your legs—but the pleasure bested the other.

Your glazed eyes were fixed at Leona with a pleading look—wanting everything from him. You wanted Leona's touch so much and wanted to feel it everywhere. And it made you surprised with yourself.

"Please," was all you could manage to mumble at this point.

Leona cock was also lubed now; and with the most gentle and slowest pace, Leona slid himself inside you while the toy was occupying your needy hole—which had made your insides incredibly tight around both his cock and the dildo.

"I'll give you everything I have and more." His voice was deep and passionate. He held onto your waist tightly and kept his cockhead stretched the way for his whole length as he continued to slowly kiss your neck and collarbones.

"You're mine now, mine to possess", he whispered.

Leona's breaths were heavy with heat. He started to move his hips at a titillating slow pace, which gradually became slightly more intense with each thrust. Leona's lips left your neck and he kissed you on the lips.

"You are mine," Leona softly moaned as he moved slowly inside your tight walls. "I'll have you all night," he whispered again and his voice was husky.

His lips met yours in another fiery kiss as he held onto your body tightly, letting the sex toy move together and against his cock inside you. As he does, the sound of flesh meeting flesh was heard, a loud and wet sound that filled each corner of the room.

You were now fully lost in the feeling of pleasure that Leona was giving you. Your mind was drifting farther as Leona’s cock reached deeper than the toy, as your mind was being consumed by the cascading pleasure and pain you were experiencing. The way Leona's manhood hit deep inside you and the way the toy moved with the man's thrusts, made a pleasurable burning sensation on your skin as they both stretched your walls and entrance out.

"You're so tight," Leona chuckled. Leona moved faster and with more intensity each time he thrust himself inside you.

As Leona moved slowly and then picked up the pace, your whole body squirmed and moved underneath the man. Your eyes were shut tight and you were letting out whimpers with each movement.

He was doing it very carefully so he could enjoy every moment of it. With each stroke, he knew that you were feeling more pleasure. As the pace continued to pick up, Leona's kisses on your lips and neck grew more intense as well. He gave you a taste of exactly how demanding he can be when it comes to claiming what's his.

Leona held you tightly and put one hand around your throat. There was a slight pressure, but he was sending a message to you. The feeling of being slightly suffocated added to the pleasure as you felt more and more desperate for Leona's touch, desperate for Leona's dominance over you.

Your muscles clenched more around Leona's cock as you gripped him tightly on the shoulders, nails scratching and digging Leona’s skin. Your eyes were locked on Leona, your breath was quick and your heart raced even more. You could not take more and you were already so close to the edge. Your moaning and whimpering grew louder with the rhythm of Leona’s thrust.

"Tell me what you are," Leona whispered, "Tell me what you are for me."

The hand on your throat began to tighten, just a little. It was not painful, but enough that you might start to feel the lack of oxygen.

"Tell me," Leona said again, "I want to hear you speak my name.”

Your voice was husky and hoarse from your moans and his grip around your neck, and your body was squirming and moving underneath Leona.

"You're... my... owner," you uttered hoarsely, "I'm yours..."

Leona's grip on your throat tightened more and you could feel the lack of oxygen. You felt light-headed but you continued to obey Leona's commands.

"You're mine and only mine," Leona murmured. "Mine to own, to use, to dominate..." He put his mouth to your ear and whispered, "You belong to me."

Your face was flushed red and eyes were half-shut. You could not control your body anymore and all of your focus is on Leona.

"Yours," you whispered back, "I am yours."

For you, giving up control to Leona was a huge deal. Saying those three words to someone was not something that you do often, but for Leona, you were surprised of how you were so willing to do it. You wanted to give yourself almost entirely to Leona, so compelled to submit to the man like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Yes," Leona replied, his voice laced with emotion. "Mine."

Leona kept his tight grip around your throat, still not in a painful way, but Leona was holding you now right on the edge of where you were about to lose yourself in pleasure more than you already are.

He let go of your neck and leaned backwards off the top of your body. He gave you a devilish grin, and then the toy was out—and you were feeling the full power of Leona's cock inside you.

Your fingers dug into Leona's back. Your mouth opened into a moan as your body moved frantically under Leona's touch. Your legs locked around your fiancé in a vice grip.

"God!" you exclaimed, your voice shaking with passion. You tried to slow down the pace again and gain control, but miserably failed. You breathed heavily and were unable to speak as though it would take too much effort to do so. You were lost in the abyss of pleasure, only able to let out little whimpers and squeals as Leona moved inside you.

What little control you had been able to retain were all gone. You did not want to fight Leona's touch; you were craving it, demanding it. You wanted to give yourself to the man in front of you, and wanted this to be Leona's best experience.

Leona moved your legs to the side to place you in a better position. His hand slid back around your throat, but again, not painfully tight but enough to maintain control. One hand gripped the side of your body to give support as Leona started to move again.

The sound of your bodies coming together filled the room. And each time he moved inside you, Leona grew more intense as his touches and his kisses became more passionate and full of desire. He was doing this as much for himself as he was doing it for you.

"Let it go," Leona commanded. "Give yourself to me."

You felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Each thrust brought you one step closer to that final act of lust and the sweet, sweet release. Warm air hit your face as he started to puff his breath, it felt like he could explode as well. His hips were moving with haste, each movement bringing him closer to climax as well.

"Almost there," he teased. "What could you say for me to help you get there?”

"Use me as you wish, Leona," you whispered in a broken voice. "Make me yours."

The words flew out of your mouth and then you stopped. Your eyes were glazed over, you were so close now. You bit your lips and tried hard to control yourself, but you could not, the pleasure of being filled by Leona's cock in successive hard thrusts was too good for you to resist.

"I'm yours," you murmured breathlessly, and then the words came out of you in a deep groan.

The tension in your muscles, in your body, became so sharp. Your moans were shaky, your breath was weighted and your mind was fuzzy. You were right there. A little more and you would explode. Your body was moving faster and faster beneath Leona as you tried to clung onto that tiny bit of control that was left. But deep down, you knew that control was all but lost. You were already too deep.

"Leona…" you whispered, "Please.”

Your eyes were fixed on Leona, on his face, his expression, but Leona could feel that your gaze was not just focused on him, but something else as well. Something that would make you reach the edge faster.

"Yes, darling," Leona replied. "You’re mine."

Leona's movements became quick and relentless as he moved inside you. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh became increasingly louder as he moved with more intensity.

"Yes... yes, oh god," he whispered again.

Leona was almost there, he felt the rush of pleasure coming on and he could feel it building from the center of him to its outer edge. He moved against you with frantic pace, his hands squeezing at your ass then back to your hips, tightening his grip there.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. The feeling that you were able to experience at Leona's touch, his scent, his movements, the sensations as your body responded to all of this was heavenly.

"Leona... I can't take it anymore," you gasped sharply, "I can't hold it in."

Your body was shaking, your muscles tightened even further around his shaft. You were at the edge, and it was only a matter of time before you would lose yourself in pure ecstasy.

You whimpered loudly and pushed back against Leona, your eyes squeezed shut as you approached the summit of pleasure. Your breaths were caught inside your lungs as you held them in. Your hands curled into a ball as you gripped the sheets tightly, fingers pressing into the material and then you broke—and let out a sharp moan, your body was writhing against Leona as you experienced the pleasure of climax.

"Mine, my precious fiancé," Leona cooed in a low voice as his body let out a deep moan that rocked his entire frame.

He pulled you back in, into his body again. He grabbed you by the arms, pushing you against his chest as he gripped onto you. He leaned down and kissed you, hungrily, passionately. His thrusts slowed down as he moved deep inside you, wanting to drag out the pleasure longer. Each stroke was more gentle than the last as the feeling of pleasure turns to one of peace. He held you in him and it was warm, comforting even.

Leona was close to his climax as well. Your movements were sending him over the edge. He held onto you tight as he let out a sound of pleasure himself. He rolled his hips as he pushed inside you all the way and felt the heat pulsating between the two of you. Both of you were locked together from passion. Leona's body jolted in ecstasy as he released it all.

You two shared a moment of intense pleasure followed by an explosion that gave Leona a moment of silence, where he was just breathing and feeling the ecstasy fade. He had to catch his breath as much as you do.

Your body went limp underneath Leona's. Your breath was shaky, your voice hoarse, and you were still trying to keep your eyes open. It was like you were being swallowed by Leona's embrace. Leona's cock was still throbbing with ecstasy and you felt it twitched as he filled you up with his semen. The sensation of Leona's climax was a powerful one and it lingered for some time between the two of you.

"Leona..." you called, your voice was husky. Breathless. You had just experienced a high unlike any other. You were feeling hot, flushed and alive.

"That was..." you paused as you attempted to control the heat still sweeping through your body. "That was everything I wasn't sure I wanted." You smiled softly at Leona. "You made me want it."

"I love you.” A few simple yet powerful words were said. He had just confessed with a tone full of sincerity. Leona’s hands ran through your hair and he sighed softly. He was exhausted from the intense feelings building inside him and he felt you still pulsating around him and the sensations that come with that.

"I love you," Leona repeated. "You're my whole world. And if you want, I'll make you mine—truly mine."

Leona leaned down and kissed you with renewed passion. He finally confessed his feelings and his intentions he wanted to tell from the start. The arranged engagement was not just a publicity stunt, it was a ploy to have you for himself. He knew he danced around the bush for a long time and tested the waters since the thought of his deep affection being unreciprocated somehow scared him.

Leona's voice filled the room as he spoke again, "I'm yours. You belong to me. Marry me.”

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What to Expect When Your Lab Experiment Drinks Formula

PART TWO, PART THREE

A continuation (Mini fic Ver.) fic of what I made for Rook, HERE

| Synop.: You and your lab partner make a mistake in your potion, one that comes out looking strangely like it's related to you.. |

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Floyd Leech, Sebek Zigvolt, (Rook Hunt) x MC

Warnings: Suggestive (Floyd), Angst (Sebek), implied light manipulation (Malleus)

Scroll Farther Alert! There's a narration cut for the second part of each fic after the first portion. Don't miss it! Each ends with fluff. Sebek's is long, fair warning.

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You're trying to make a simple transformation potion, aging up a tadpole to a frog, when you add the wrong ingredient, and use one drop too many on the poor tadpole. The result is a child that looks eerily like the two of you...

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Azul Ashengrotto

"Holy-- great sevens, Azul, is that a child??"

He holds it up a foot away from him, equally baffled.

"Don't ask me! You're the one who insisted on using the wrong ingredients!"

"You were the one who picked those--"

"WAHHHHHH--" The baby flails its arms and fusses at your petty squabbles.

You turn your attention back to the small creature, looking disoriented from being held so far away from any solid ground.

Azul's watching too, as the child seems to scold you both with an oddly knowing glare that could kill.

You've seen that glare before--

"Azul, am I crazy, or does that thing look like you??"

"Weh." It motions towards you as Azul looks over it.

"Gracious, so it does. And it looks like you too. Look at its' nose and eyes."

You come closer to look, but the baby seems intent on having you hold it, squirming out of Azul's hands.

"Ahem, I believe the little one wants you--"

He pushes the wiggly baby into your arms, taking the moment to reposition his glasses, which had slid down with nervous sweat.

"I'll go talk to professor Crewel, there is undoubtedly something he can do about this."

Malleus Draconia

"Child of man! What is that you're holding?"

"Um... it was supposed to be a frog...."

Malleus takes it from you, holding it cautiously. The little baby he holds has soft black hair, slit-pupiled eyes the same color as yours, and suspiciously familiar shorter horns. It coos at him and motions to his horns with curious, grabby hands.

"Whatever we did, we must have touched it at the same time, Tsunotarou... Because it looks like a mix of both of us."

He puts it on the back of his neck with his arms up to support the chubby infant as it grabs at his horns.

"Hm. It's quite cute, Child of man. We can keep it in Diasomnia if Ramshackle doesn't have the capacity to care for it."

You stare on in disbelief.

"It's... its a frog with a transformation potion... we can't keep it, Malleus!"

He frowns, taking the infant down from his shoulders and cradling the small bundle to his chest.

"The potion had birch seed in it. The transformation is permanent; so I don't see a reason to get rid of it."

Malleus smiles, tickling its chubby cheeks.

"There's no way it's totally permane-- Wait. Didn't you have me add some of those ingredients? Did you know this would happen?"

Malleus is suspiciously silent.

"Malleu--"

"I'll go ask professor Crewel if there's a reversal." He sighs, handing the baby to you and moping all the way to the desk.

Lilia Vanrouge

"If you wanted a baby, precious, you could've just asked--"

You nearly slap him. So cocky, when there's a baby that looks suspiciously like you and Lilia on the table where a grown frog should be.

"Sevens, Lilia, this is not the time--"

He chuckles.

"In my defense, I told you not to use a sprig of pine."

You splutter, lost for words and flustered. The baby certainly seems to share Lilia's sense of humor, giggling mischievously at your flustered expression.

You pick it up before Lilia can, determined to barge straight into professor Crewel's office if you had to to get an answer on what this thing was.

"Heh, MC, the baby's smiling at you--" Lilia calls from a distance. You look down and find that the baby is indeed wholeheartedly excited that you're paying it attention, reaching its chubby arms up to feel your face and grab your nose.

"Aww.. so cute," You whisper, blowing a stray breath into its face for amusement.

"I heard that!" Lilia shouts from the table. "Don't go getting too attached now. I'm not raising another child, darling."

"Shush! I'm taking it to the professor right now, you have nothing to worry about."

Floyd Leech

"SHRIMPY, CAN WE KEEP IT---"

Floyd is whirling the baby around in excited twirls.

It's a very cute moment, but you're still baffled at the little creature's existence-- since it very much didn't exist about 10 seconds ago.

"Floyd, I'm pretty sure that's just an oversized tadpole..."

He stops in mock offense, thrusting the baby into your face.

"Does this look like a tadpole to you?? Unless you're suggesting that we both look like tadpoles, in which case, I'm taking offense because this baby looks like us."

He puts it down to play with its tiny legs.

"Look, shrimpy! It's going for a walk--" He pauses to think. "A sky walk!!" And continues to make the little one's legs 'walk'.

While Floyd is busy making baby noises to amuse the child, you're panicking. This potion had birch seed-- an ingredient known to make transformation potions permanent, if you remembered correctly.

"Floyd, c'mon, give it here, we need to take this to profess--"

"NOO we'll keep it!!!" Floyd holds the baby tight to his chest. "It's wayyy too cute!"

You pry the baby from him reluctantly.

"We cannot just keep a child, Floyd, it's not an animal--"

"If you take this one I'm just gonna make another one!!" He cries, moving to grab another tadpole from the tank.

"NO NO NO NO FLOYD--"

"Well don't take my little sea-star then!!"

You sigh.

"I'm almost 100% sure this is permanent anyway, but neither of us are in a position to care for this baby. We might as well take it to the professors and see if they can do something. We can't just hide the fact that we accidentally made a baby for our final project anyway---"

He mutters something about 'could've made a baby other ways, but it had to be the boring way', but allows you to go with the little one, who coos in your ear.

You hear a clatter.

"GET YOUR HAND OUT OF THE TADPOLE TANK, FLOYD--"

Sebek Zigvolt

"Human, explain. Explain----"

The baby bites his finger, which apparently was pointing at it too close for its liking.

"Ouch--! What do you think you're doing, little tyke? Do you think that just because you're an infant that you have an excuse to bite a retainer of the great Waka-sama??"

The baby looks blankly at him.

"You can't scold a baby, Sebek." You scoffed, bouncing the child on your hip.

"Fine! But you still have to explain why this child has my hair and eyes and....-- isn't that your nose?" He looks momentarily horrified as he comes to the conclusion you came to minutes earlier.

"Oh NO NO NO NO MC THAT IS NOT OUR CHILD, TELL ME THAT CREATURE ISN'T OURS--"

"For goodness sake Sebek you're shouting right in our baby's ear--"

"'OUR'?? THAT IS NOT 'OUR' ANYTHING, THAT IS YOUR POTIONOLOGY MISTAKE AND NOTHING MORE--"

He's babbling nearly incoherently at this point, and you have to stop the baby from attempting to bite him again out of what you can only assume is annoyance.

"...I would NEVER have a child with a lowly, magicless human, this CANNOT get out---"

"waah...wEHHHHHHHH"

Sebek stops talking for a moment, ears ringing.

You, too, are shocked.

"Sebek.. if it's not your child then I have ANOTHER auditory atrocity of a person to avoid on this planet."

"..."

"I'm taking it to professor Crewel."

"I think that's wise."

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You/ your lab partner take the child to professor Crewel, who determines that it is in fact a permanent transformation, and that biologically the baby is as much yours as any other naturally born to the two of you.

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Azul Ashengrotto

"Are... you ok, Azul? You've been staring into space for a... ahem, awhile."

The baby crawls around the the VIP Room of Mostro Lounge, bumping into walls. You suspect it may need glasses.

Surprisingly, the baby seems well-tempered, unless you have the misfortune of holding it the wrong way or otherwise inconveniencing it, to which it seems highly irritated.

However, it was one 'just like your father' comment that sent the already figity Azul into an unresponsive state.

"Was, um.. was that too soon?" You ask tentatively.

"..Yes.. yes, I think it was." He responds distantly.

"Azul, it's gonna be ok. We'll figure it out." You get up from the floor to hold his hand.

He meets your gaze, eyes sharp and calculating.

"Yes, of course we'll be fine, how could we not be? Finances are no issue and we could always hire a babysitter and.... well, it's not that. It's just a lot to take in."

"Today's been wild," You agree softly, gently picking up the baby to put it in his lap. "But I'm here for you."

You lean down to the baby's level.

"We're here for you, little one."

Malleus Draconia

"I still CANNOT believe you knew, Malleus--"

You're still squabbling with him pointlessly, even though the damage is already done. You can honestly say you've well warmed up to the baby, and Malleus seems to be doing worse than you on the details, having apparently very little idea how to care for a child other than playing with it.

"I'm sorry, Child of Man. I didn't know it was permanent," He insists calmly, but you don't quite believe that.

You sigh. He can act clueless as long as he'd like, but the overly exuberant smile on his face while interacting with your child says more than words.

He picked up the baby and put it down on his bed, already having sewn little, special pillows for the baby to sleep comfortably with its horns.

"You better be a good dad, you hear me?" You say, less threatening that you thought it would come out.

He beckons you over to the bed to lay down next to your baby.

"I will, Child of Man, I promise."

Lilia Vanrouge

You knock on his dorm room door, baby on your hip.

"So..um.. bad news, Lilia... it's perman-- Are you having a party?"

He shoos out at least 10 members of Diasomnia.

"I know, dear. Unfortunately I didn't realize what you had done in time to stop you. So I was having a little 'last moments of freedom party'. How sad, and Silver was essentially all grown up now.. Well, what's another 16 years?"

You're speechless. You had kind of forgotten that he was Silver's adoptive father.

"I'm... sorry, Lilia, I should've payed closer attention to the instructions and I screwed up--"

"Hush, it's fine. It's not the end of the world."

He takes the baby from you.

"I already brought in an old cradle and some food for our little one, see?"

He points out an old wooden crib next to his bed.

"Wow... you're.. so prepared, and I haven't even thought about that stuff.."

He smiled at you, nuzzling the baby's cheek a few times simultaneously.

"I'll admit, it got me a little excited. I didn't think an old man like myself would get the chance to raise a child of my own flesh and blood. But never say never, I suppose. You have nothing to worry about, precious. What you don't know, I have already experienced."

"...Thank you for being so understanding, Lilia."

"Of course, dear, after all, we're a family now."

Bonus the one stipulation is that you will not and will not ever share the cooking duties with him. Silver makes you swear by it to avoid his own childhood traumas for his younger siblings.

Floyd Leech

You brace yourself for the inevitable flurry of excitement before knocking on Floyd's door.

"WHERE'S MY LITTLE SEA STARRRRRR~~~~" You hear from the other side of the door before the door flies open. You hand the baby off to Floyd, who's more than ecstatic.

"It's permanent," you sigh, hoping he's listening. "We have to take care of the baby now--"

"WheeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE" Floyd runs back and forth across the small room with the child, making faces all the while.

"Floyd!" You scold, finally breaking his stride.

"Ehh? I hear you, shrimpy, how can I not? It's ok, I have a plan. We'll love this baby with our whole hearts!"

"...That's the plan?"

"I spent two hours thinking of it, do you like it?"

"That child cannot stay here," A smooth voice cuts in. "This room is much too small for the two of us, let alone a third."

"Oh, hey Jade, didn't see ya come in," Floyd remarks casually. "And obviously I've thought of that. The baby will live in Ramshackle, because there's more space. It just needs some touch ups to be babyproof, is all."

"Touch-ups? It needs a whole remodel."

Floyd grins.

"Got an idea, shrimpy. Transfer to Octavinelle! Then the baby can share a room with you and we'll all be nearby!"

"Oh forget it, I'm asking Crowley to help me improve Ramshackle. Until then, you'll have to deal with the living arrangements." You put your hands on your hips and give Jade a look that means you'll raise hell if he doesn't agree to you and Floyd's half-baked plans.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt, so long as it was temporary."

"YESSSSS!!!!!"

Floyd's excitement leads to him jumping on you.

"D'ya hear that, Shrimpy? That means you can stay here too. And we'll be one big happy family."

Sebek Zigvolt

"Sebek?" You gently knock on his door, after having been told he'd been doing nothing but pacing around all evening.

"Sebek," you call again, a bit louder.

The door swings open violently.

"What?? Who dare disturb my-- oh. Human." He ushers you into his room swiftly.

"You still have the child? When does it leave?" He asked quickly.

"It doesn't," You said bluntly, putting down the freshly bathed and swaddled bundle onto his bed.

"Don't touch----! Ugh.. Besides... What do you mean, 'it doesn't'? It's leaving, I will not have that thing associated with the Zigvolt name just because of some lowly human's stupid mistakes!"

If you weren't so exhausted, you would be shouting at a decibel rivaling his own.

"Sevens, Sebek, it's permanent, no way around it. I can't go back in time and change this-! You were the one reading off the ingredients anyway, how dare you blame this on me?" You challenge.

"Ah-ahh.. Well, why didn't you check yourself?? Do I need to do everything for you!?" He crossed his arms.

"No, but you do need to do your task, and competently!"

That seemed to shut him up.

"W-whatever. I cannot be a proper retainer to--"

"Fine. Then don't raise the baby at all, I'll take care of it. I never said you had to involved."

"...I.. Human, I didn't say that." His tone seems to soften. You know he's got the weight of the world on his shoulders in his mind but you still find it hard to excuse his poor behavior.

He sits down next to the baby, picking it up at arms length.

"It's cute, just a bit. But I pity it.. it has even less faerie blood than me."

"Is that the heart of this?" You question gently, knowing it's a sore subject.

"Yes, I suppose so.."

"Sebek. Your heritage doesn't define you, and it won't define our child. You are an amazing, devoted person, and you've worked hard to be the person you are, and that's really all that matters. You have no reason to be upset, or worried. We can make this work, I promise. And I promise that I'll there to help you get through this. That is, if you're willing to."

He sighs, taking your hand.

"I fear I am diluting my sullied bloodline more than it already is. The Zigvolt family works with the royal family as their right-hand consults and guards. It's been that way for generations. But who would want a fae so adulterated with human genetics by their side?"

"I don't think that's true. If you really think that's the case, then why is Silver allowed to train as a protector as well? Malleus and Lilia are equally respectful of you both. You don't have to give up your family's title and honor just because of this."

He stiffens, a proud smile on his face.

"You are right, human! I shall not let this get the best of me. I will raise my child to be as dutiful as me!"

You laugh, relieved that he's warming up to the idea of having a family.

You kiss him on the forehead, giving him a hug that encompasses the baby in the middle.

"I'll work hard at being a good father, I swear on it."

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-June 30th, 2023

-Kaori

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cravingsfromatwistedone · 1 month

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Hi, there! :D 🌼

First of all I must say that your blog was one of the first blogs that I discovered and read when I just entered the TWST fandom and I must say that I thought your fics and drawings were great. So seeing that this blog was taking requests again made me excited as you have no ideas. So I won't waste my shot, I'll try to make a request here (I hope I do it right)

Reader: Female. Type: Headcanon or Fic (Romantic). Scenary: Inspired by the fic of the first year boys simping the reader. In this scenario, a boy from another class slowly becomes so close to the reader that he decides to ask her out. She innocently accepted without knowing that the boy wanted to steal a kiss from her on that date. But the first-year boys won't stand by, they'll spy on her date.

I think it would be good angst and comedy material. xD But well that would be my request, if my request does not convince you you can discard it without problems but if not take your time and without pressure. Thank you so much💐💕

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING DARLING! THE WAY YOU REQUESTED IS CORRECT SO NO NEED TO FRET! IT'S SUPER SPECIFIC SO IT HELPS WITH MY WRITING! HOPEFULLY, THIS COMES OUT JUST AS HOW YOU WANTED IT! ENJOY READING, DARLING! TW: NONE! NRC FRESHMEN X FEM! READER

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┊❥ First things first, they, the five of them, are a literal mess. The first person to spread the news to the other four was Ace. The redhead caught a glimpse of you talking to another student who seemed way too giddy for his own. Of course, he had to stay and listen in to the conversation; who knows what trouble you've dug yourself into

┊❥ Ace's jaws turned slack right at the moment you happily accept the date, the other student gleefully thanking you before walking off. Did he heard that right? You're going on a date? With some rando that he or the others didn't even know about? 'This won't do, this can't happen!' is what runs in Ace's head as he scampers back to tell the others

┊❥ The redhead is out of breath the moment he arrives at the designated spot after having call the others on his phone while running. The moment they picked up the phone, he just shouts 'NO TIME TO EXPLAIN! JUST COME OVER! IT'S AN EMERGENCY!!' and hangs up. The desperation and urgency present in his voice is what convinced the others to get moving to the regular hangout

┊❥ Once the five of them had gathered, Jack and Epel had to repeatedly ask Ace to slow down because of how fast he was trying to explain the situation of you going on a date with some guy; the redhead choking on his own spit and breath from watching the incident unfold an hour ago

┊❥ It was only after that Ace (finally taking the time to explain word by word) explained, the other four faces' were drained of colour. Deuce is panicking, Epel is furious, Jack is in denial and Sebek has half the mind to scare off the other guy (or more like, lecture the guy's ears off until he decides to leave you hanging on the said date)

┊❥ They settled on the idea of spying on your date is much more preferable than having to maul the guy alive (there's a chance that you might be upset at them for interfering with your romantic life) so with courage and jealousy in hand, the five of them sought out to set the plan in motion

┊❥ Your date with the close classmate of yours was in the greenhouse, right after the bell for lunch had rung too. The bastard really had to pick such a time because he knew that there weren't that much students hanging around outside of campus in fear of food running out. Luckily, the gang waited and hid among the plants, their eyes following your every move as the both you chat up a storm

┊❥ Sure, they agreed on not interfering with your date but they didn't say anything about one of them sabotaging just a little bit (newsflash, they all lent a hand in sabotaging the date without realizing. Dumbasses.) When the guy wasn't looking, Ace would purposely stick out his feet so the guy would fall head first on to the soil-oh wait, he didn't fell into soil, he fell face first into chicken fertilizer!

┊❥ The male student wretched in disgust when bits of it accumulated in his mouth, feeling embarrassed under your apologetic gaze as you offered up your hand for him. If you listened closely enough, you can hear Epel snickering in one of the bushes nearby. Hoo boy, it gets even worse from there. Jack would make you split up with guy just so Sebek could turn on a dirty water tank on the student, the brown stained water coating him from head to toe

┊❥ The final nail on the coffin was when Deuce made one of the pots break directly on the guy's head (No life threatening injuries, don't worry!), leaving a painful bruise appearing on the centre of his hair. After having to fall flat and even tasting chicken fertilizer, his pristine uniform stained with smelly water and a lump forming on his skull, the male student just had enough; abruptly telling you that he's had enough of the date and storming off without even batting an eye to your confused state

┊❥ Looks like they scored this one, fellas! Don't worry, they'll slip away from the greenhouse and act too smug for their own good while simultaneously trying to play off that they're oblivious to what transpired during the date ! The five of them are likely to do jabs at the poor sod aloud from time to time in the next classes they're in

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