twst Incorrect quote #270
MC: “I’m kind of crushing on someone... but I’m worried about telling you who it is cause you’re not going to like it...”
Vil: “Just rip the bandage off, potato.”
MC: “It’s Neige.”
Vil: “Put the bandage back on.”
Vil: “AND LEAVE IT ON!”
TWST Dorm Leaders: Fem s/o is on her period
→ Request: Can you do all characters reacting to female reader on her period and this would be a headcanon by @cute-axolote on Wattpad
→ A/N: Decided to just go with the Dorm leaders but you can request additional characters if you want! [Super thanks for 1k followers!]
→ Warnings: Mentions of periods and blood
→ Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland
→ Genre: Headcanons
→ Pronouns: They/Them but AFAB implied
Ah yes, the duality of man
On the one hand he knows what's happening on a medical level
On the other, no one has ever discussed how to handle it with him
He's trying his best to get you anything you ask for
May be a bit worried if you eat a lot of sweets
If you get very emotional he doesn't know how to handle it very well but he tries his best
Always has a heating pad on standby just incase
He just immediately assumes you're going to try to kill him
After clearing that up he still doesn't really know what to do
He can make you tea and that's about it
If you have cramps he'll lay down on your stomach like he's telling it to stop hurting you
He'll want to cuddle you more but if you're worried about stains he'll understand
Also assumes you want to murder him
Remembers that you're a human so everything is good :)
Another one that's coming through with the heating pad and snacks
He can't really help you with your emotions all that much but he tries
Tries to make sure you don't indulge too much
Will cook food for no questions asked
"Oh, so that's why you know how to clean up blood stains so well!" - Kalim
Asks Jamil to help with a lot of the stuff
If your emotions get out of hand he'll try his best to comfort you/calm you down
Tries to cook for you once and was never let back in the kitchen unsupervised again
Buys you the best quality sanitary and heating pads
Another one that's a bit of a cuddle bug
I feel like he'd know what to do
Buys you whatever you need without shame
Makes sure your still eating properly but will allow you to eat more junk food on occasion
Holds a bunch more spa/self care days than usual
Not the best when it comes to helping you with your emotions but he tries
No but seriously this guy has no idea what to do
He'd try and ask you questions but he can't get through half of them
He'll share his snacks with you for what it's worth
He has a pretty high body temperature so he'll act as a pseudo-heating pad
You will have to go with him to buy pads
Does not deal with hightened emotions well at all
Does not know anything about periods
Unlike Idia he has no shame and will ask you anything
Another one with high body temperature
He'll make you any food you want, even if it's really late
He goes to the store and buys everything but the pads
Keeps you far away from Sebek the entire week
The only normal one
Pretty willing to just ask you what you need
If your cramps are keeping you up he'll have a mini movie night with you and Grimm
Cannot get a heating pad but you have Grimm so it's fifty/fifty
Stops you from trying to fight everyone that angers you by just dragging you away
Messages you if you have cramps
#WHAT WOULD I DO ? , vil, leona .
..cw for mentions of vomit
› ..even though there is not a lot of words, these the closest moments to happen in your relationship. gn reader. — this was inspired by what would i do? by strawberry guy bc i bawl my eyes out to the beginning and had this idea while taking out the trash.
holding back your hair while you throw up.
i don’t believe that vil would do this, ever really. so when you come along, everything somewhat became clear to him while this happened, that youre the one for him, and that he loves you.
although i do think he would absolutely despise vomit, the soft rubbing on your back as he holds back your hair is enough to say that he loves you, even without words.
letting you cry into his chest.
to me, leona wouldn’t really do something like this either, unless he knows that he loves you. to him, this shows his trust and care for you, even if its something simple like this.
i think he would be a great person to cry to. he seems like a decent listener, holding you in his embrace as you sob and cry for whatever reason without saying anything, because sometimes actions speak louder than words.
Hello hello author! could I request some Hcs for Vil, Rook, & Epel when their S/O’s friends bring their normally stoic and aloof looking S/O to them drunk and they’re just talking non-stop about how lovely their boyfriend is, how utterly in love they are with him, how they want to bring them nothing but pure happiness in their lifetime together
S/O is still completely deadpan while saying all this btw, they don’t even look drunk at first glance, but S/O can’t walk straight and their ears are bright red and flushed, so they definitely aren’t sober ;)
Oh, to be wasted and in love, refusing to shut up about your boyfriend. I say as I don't like alcohol.
Anyway I hope you like these, thank you for requesting!
TW: Mention of alcohol, drunk Yuu
Info: Yuu is reader, all characters are of legal drinking age.
Vil is unamused at Yuu’s drunkenness to say the least. That being said his heart is melting at all of the sweet things Yuu is saying. As monotonous as it sounds to the outside, Vil knows these are Yuu’s true feelings about him.
Hearing them talk about how much they adore him and only want to see him happy is making it hard to stay mad at his lover for their reckless behavior. Hard, but not impossible.
As touching as it is to hear them gush over him, Vil is still going to lecture them about not making this a habit. He, as a celebrity, has a reputation he must keep up in the public eye and as his partner Yuu has to uphold themself to a higher standard than getting drunk at a public bar.
Once Yuu sobers up in the morning Vil is waiting oh so patiently for them to notice him sitting at their bedside. They may have a hangover, but Vil will drill into them that, while he appreciates the sentiment, they need to be more careful.
Rook is clutching his heart as if he’s been shot, his beloved is waxing poetry about him and their undying love for him? He’s immediately all over them, holding them and trying hard to hold back his own flowery word vomit.
He’s soaking up everything Yuu has to say about him, listening intently as they go on and on about how they want to make their boyfriend the happiest person in the world. About how much they love him and want the best for him.
Eventually Rook can’t hold himself back from repeating the sentiments back tenfold. Rook and Yuu both gus about how much they love each other. Rook is only slightly concerned at how drunk Yuu is, but isn’t too worried unless it becomes a habit.
In the morning Yuu has a pounding hangover and barely remembers anything that happened last night. Rook is more than happy to remind them while helping them nurse their hangover.
As a country boy from a small town Epel is pretty used to seeing people drunk, hard cider is easy enough to make and it gets the job done. Plus it tastes halfway decent. He’s flustered when Yuu comes home and they’re sprouting overly-loving nonsense about him though.
He’s trying his best to ignore it, but damn is it hard, especially when they keep droning on and on about how handsome, reliable, and strong he is.. Honesty Yuu will be the death of him.
At some point Epel is going to have to guide them to bed otherwise Yuu is going to keep talking all night and that definitely won’t be helping the painful hangover they’ll have in the morning.
He probably has some obscure remedy for hangovers that’s known back in Harveston, so he’ll prepare that in the morning before they wake up. Yuu called him reliable and now is the perfect opportunity to prove them correct. Though he is going to chide them on their drinking, not necessarily because of how much they drank but because he wants to go with them next time.
Vil, to Yuu: Roses are red, violets are blue, God made us beautiful, what the hell happened to you?
PART ONE : Twst Dorm Leaders x m!Albedo Reader
VIL SCHOENHEIT :
I’m currently tending to Y/N’s Pale Blonde hair, it’s as soft as silk, and fluffy as a cloud, i couldn’t help but gently rub his hair.
After styling his hair, i went to grab a few make up items, and brushes.
i felt a hand stopping me, from continuing, only to see Y/n’s Stoic face staring at me.
“ Vil, i would not want any Make up on my face, for it has quite a-lot of chemicals.. i’ve read that make up has Alum and Mercury. “ he theorized as he brought my hands to his hand, squeezing it gently.
“ That’s was from the olden days, Dear potato, current makeup’s doesn’t have those in their ingredients, for the company wouldn’t want to be sued “ i laughed as i brought one hand to squeeze his mellow cheeks.
i chuckled before putting away the make up i’ve brought, him talking about alchemy is quite refreshing, the faces he make whenever he does it makes my heart skip a beat, he’s one cute potato.
“ Well? then is this alright for you?” i asked him as i led his attention towards the mirror.
“ you did a great job on doing my hair.. my sister klee would often braid my hair.. i miss her” he says, feeling the nostalgia.
I couldn’t help but stare at his small smile.. it was beautiful.. he was beautiful..
my face was covered in pale red hues as i whispered to myself..
“ You’re as beautiful as the Evil Queen… “
IDIA SHROUD :
Y/n-shi.. is here with me.. in my room.. i blushed as i covered my face with the controller i was holding.
A FEW MINS AGO:
“ Idia - san, You specialized in technology, am i right? “ he asked after he tapped on my shoulder. we were both walking down the hallway to begin with.
“ U-Uh.. y-yeah i do..! ” I fidgeted on the hem on my hoodie while i gazed on this ever so interesting floor.
I hear him hum as he asked another one questions, which made me surprised.
“ Then, may i visit your dorm? i would like to borrow some items.. while i’m in there.. i would like to borrow some of your tools. “ He finished as he brought one hand on his hips and waited for my reply.
Why would they even spend their time in the gloomy dorm, with students that’s full of introverts and nerds.. he might think that we’re a creep!
i thought to myself.. but ortho butted in..
“ You can come with us now, Nii-san! “ Ortho beamed as he dragged Y/n with him. i was left alone in the hallway with my thoughts. before i bursted into pink flames.
“Your works truly are remarkable.. It’s fascinating..” i complimented Idia as he shy’ed away from it.
“ T-thank you…“ he whispered but i was able to hear it. i turned smug as i chuckled.
“ You’re cute..” i said before returning to admiring his works, In three.. two.. one..
Pink flames bursted out from him, he was blushing madly, and seemed to have disconnected from his brain, I chuckled once again, before working on the project.
“ Do i really have a chance with you..? “ i whispered to myself as i calmed my beating heart.
Are you some kind of Lvl 1000 boss, that i have to pass.. if i don’t.. would i fall in deep with you?
I gazed outside the window of my room, being apart of the Diasomnia.. is quite surprising.. i never thought i’d be apart of it..
I sighed.. i glanced back down to my research papers.
I then felt a presence behind me, and i swiveled my head towards the direction, grabbing the hilt of my sword.
there, The Diasomnia Dorm leader is standing. unfazed. smiling gently at me.
I let go of the hilt, as i slowly stood up.
“ Malleus.. what brings you here at this time of night? “ i asked as i walked towards the FmDragon fae.
“ I came to see you.. and talk.. “ Malleus said as he opened his arms wide for me to hug him.
I’ve gotten used Physical affection.. Ever since i got here.. i used to hug klee and pat her head.. now that i cannot be with Klee at the moment.. the only thing i can do is.. Hug those who’m i’m close with.
“ I.. miss my sister. “ i said, as i removed myself away from Malleus, he nodded in acknowledgment and understanding.
“ You will he able to find your way back.. “ malleus said as he looked away from me and disappeared, leaving trails of green flames.
“ When the time comes.. I’ll let you go, so you can be happy with your family. “
twst boys as babysitters
characters: leona kingscholar, malleus draconia, vil schoenheit
summary: cheka comes to visit leona! instead of being a responsible adult, leona throws the burden onto you … and the poor unfortunate soul that happened to be with you at the time. tldr; twst boys as babysitters
cw: established relationship, gn!reader, crack & fluff, sfw. not proof read. wc: 1.5k+
“oi, herbivore. got you something.” leona calls, dragging his feet into your room, hands hidden behind his back. “early birthday present. keep this one forever.”
now you’re no stranger to receiving gifts from your boyfriend (though he won’t admit that he likes to spoil you) but something about his tone makes you worry.
surprise!!!! he raises cheka above his head, who squeals with delight at the motion, making grabby hands when he sees you. you’re his favourite person after his uncle leona, after all!
cue a moment of silence … you’re staring at leona, he’s staring at you … and cheka … is still raised in the air.
“leona, stop dumping things on me all the time.”
“but he likes you. take care of him for me.” which actually means ‘he’s disturbing my sleep and i need to get him off my back.’
you refuse, obviously, and propose that the pair of you babysit together. you’re meeting him halfway.
leona agrees too quickly. perhaps he wants to spend time with you—and okay, maybe he missed cheka too. the little brat.
there is something so endearing about the way leona interacts with his nephew
leona, who has an abundance of smarts and strength, is nothing more but a flickering candlelight when put against the blazing fire that is cheka kingscholar.
his power knows no bounds.
if you’re stuck with these two, expect a lot of play-fights
leona complains and verbalises very often how annoying it is, yet never bothers to physically remove cheka off him. he simply takes the hits, feigning pain afterwards.
“that really hurt. i’m tired now.” leona, be for real. just admit you’re a softie
but beware. if he’s in the mood, he might fight back. and leona shows NO mercy.
it doesn’t matter that cheka is a child! he’s preparing him for the REAL world
oh boy, here come the crocodile tears
when cheka is tired out, it’s time for leona’s favourite time of the day.
no, not lunch time, nap time!!!!
you know the saying two’s company, three’s a crowd? you’re spooning on a bed that’s definitely not made for three.
leona’s arms are strung loosely around your waist, his head in the nook of your neck
cheka is curled up in a little ball against your chest
it’s kind-of a squeeze, but it’s also comforting, their soft snores filling the otherwise quiet room
until cheka wakes up again, and this time he has his eyes on another opponent.
you’re trying to introduce malleus to your favourite shows, and he’s slowly getting into them as well
in fact, maybe he’s teleported outside your door in order to find out what happens in the next episode of the said show, and not because he wants to be with you.
he rings the door once, then twice, then thrice, but you don’t show up
he knows you’re a busy person, so he tries his hardest to be patient. either way, he’s certain he’d wait eons for you if that’s what you asked him to do.
when you turn up with leona’s nephew in his hands, he …
well, he doesn’t do anything at all, actually
he doesn’t even ask about it. you guys just carry on and sit in ramshackle as if everything is normal.
like hello???? are we going to address the furball other than grim in the room or not?
cheka: *scratching malleus’ horns like they’re ears*
malleus: ???? This Is Fine.
the truth is he’s scared
he’s malleus draconia, a fae feared by all—rendered immobile by a child attempting to swing from his horns.
you’re shocked he’s just letting it happen… he’s just sitting staring at the tv screen as if nothing is bothering him, but his whole body is visibly tense.
cheka is a talkative kid, and malleus is fascinating to him, so he just has so many questions! “why are you so tall?” “are you really a fairy?” “why don’t you look like the ones in storybooks?” “are your horns even real?”
“i don’t know. why don’t you check for me?” it’s an invitation for cheka to go wild, to do as he pleases
except malleus is NOT smiling, so it goes unnoticed
cheka is like :3 and malleus is like : |
malleus doesn’t want to scare the cub away, he wants to chat with him! he wants to play!!!
but he lacks the verbal skills to communicate properly
he thinks back to silver as a young boy and finds a way to keep cheka entertained
“little lion, would you like to spar?”
silver may have been training at a young age, but this is different. he was not raised by two fae.
despite your desperate pleas, cheka agrees.
malleus is grinning, a rare sight—its giddy and goofy and so youthful, you don’t have the heart to stop them
they sit crossed-legged on your bed with spoons for swords, violently clashing against each other
malleus is REALLY serious about it, though. he’s smiling, but he’s also teaching cheka at the same time
“good one.” “this is your opponents’ blind spot.” “you should try this on your uncle leona.”
you’re starting to think he’s doing this purposely.
but this is the most fun you’ve seen him have in a while, so you suppose leona will just have to pay the price of leaving cheka in your care.
why on earth is leona’s nephew sitting in pomefiore’s lounge, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed?
he has half the mind to curse out leona next time he sees the beastman, but then you appear behind him.
his frown and his thoughts falter a little. (his lips subconsciously pull upwards into a smile whenever he’s around you. it really is a bother that he cannot control his emotions better, considering he’s an actor.)
“did you bring him here?” he points at cheka, tone accusatory, but lacking any real bite.
all he wanted was to spend time with you. now he’s plagued by some child who didn’t even know the basic instruction ‘sit.’
upon closer inspection, he shrieks and moves backwards from cheka quickly.
“prefect, where are his shoes??”
you’re joking, right? please tell him you’re joking.
“so you’ve been having him walk around OUTSIDE barefoot?”
“he’s just … one with nature!” you laugh lightly to quell his anger.
he is not laughing. not this time.
Mother Nature may be smiling down on Cheka, but Vil Schoenheit is not.
his feet. his feet.
those feet have been walking all over the school, who-knows-where, and now they were padding across his previously immaculate carpet. holy seven, he thinks he sees the shape of a foot-print staining the floor already.
that’s it. it’s bath time, he declares, demanding you to swoop the child into your arms and follow him as fast as you can to the en-suite bathroom in his dorm room.
it’s already a battle alone trying to get cheka into the bathtub. cheka hates water, mewing, thrashing his body about and scrunching his nose like a bratty kitten.
but fear not. you’re lucky your boyfriend vil is an esteemed warrior in the sense that he has had plenty experience getting messy kids to behave (*cough*, epel)
get your tickets for Queen vs. Future King Of Sunset Savanna NOW!!! they’re going at it like it’s wordstar
once he’s in the bathtub, things are a lot more calm.
vil is … surprisingly sweet? his voice is gentle and soothing as he works away humming to a tune you’re unfamiliar with, assuring you that you can sit back and relax.
you’ve never seen him interact with children before, but you realise he acts as he does with everything else he cares about—practical and meticulous—although he can be harsh at times, he has good intent.
perhaps it’s the atmosphere of being around someone so young rubbing off on him, but he’s a tad playful, styling cheka’s hair in funny ways with shampoo. at one point cheka’s hair stands so tall above his head, it may rival malleus’ height. just kidding, but you get the point.
afterwards, he lets cheka use his favourite scented creams, as a reward for being good. the plethora of items displayed on his vanity was more than enough to make anybody with a penchant for self-care jealous.
cheka is overjoyed, his sense of smell heightened compared to you and vil, who were only human. the different scents around him are stimulating; he’s content having vil place pea-sized pumps of cream in the palms of his hand.
“smell.” vil orders. he waits for an opinion: “smells fruity, like oranges!” which is about as much descriptive lingo a five year-old can muster up before repeating the process all over again.
you had to stop cheka from trying to eat vil’s products several times
“yes, it smells like summer fruits with a dash of honey drizzled over and a side of fat-free greek yogurt, but it doesn’t taste like it!”
to anyone else it may have seemed quite strange, but to them, it was exciting.
at the end of the day, vil may not have edible treats to give to cheka, or the will to play-fight, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care.
☆ cat, kitty, cat (3) ☆
summary: In which an alchemy lesson went wrong, and your favorite housewarden is turned into a kitten. Now your tasked with caring for him.
a/n: finally finished all the dorm leaders! I had a bit of trouble writing for idia, so he might be a little ooc ^^: also he was incredibly hard to find photos for, like i struggled so much. on another note, someone recently requested a vice housewarden version, so that will come out soon, but also we hit 700+ followers a little while ago! Im incredibly happy and over joyed, really thank you all!
So i'm thinking about doing a little event. I'm at a crossroads between doing one of those alphabet prompts or just regular prompts. with both, i think i'll include different genres (like fluff, yandere, angst maybe nsfw???) but those are all just thoughts.
if you have any suggestions, feel free to leave them! it's greatly appreciated :)
included: Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia
!warning! cursing, ooc!idia? my horrible attempt at a country accent
*you can find the other parts here! -> one, two
Vil Schoenheit <3
This was it.
The moment you were going to meet your demise. Overblot after overblot, you stayed strong and survived. The boys that bullied you for being magicless wouldn’t even come close to the dread you faced. Nor did Grim’s rage when you ran out of tuna.
No, the pure rage you were about to face made all those things minuscule.
You wished you could go back in time and stop yourself. Stop yourself from doing the unthinkable. How you wished you weren’t that naive.
But no, you couldn’t.
You had to face the fact that you accidentally followed Neige LeBlanche back on Magicam. Had to acknowledge your misdoings. And most importantly, giving in and liking his top post. A cute photo of him in a flower field holding up a little puppy. You couldn’t resist. He tempted you with his ridiculously charming smile and bright eyes.
And now you had to face the rage of the one and only housewarden of Pomfiore, Vil Schoenheit.
You could picture it now. Standing in the garden of Pomfiore, the sun’s glow basking the four of you in golden light making the shadows all the more ominous. All the more formidable. You could see Vil’s picturesque frown, red lips in a straight line. Eye makeup done to perfection. Rook’s amused, yet unforgiving, smile. Lastly, Epel’s sad frown, blue eyes glimmering with tears.
You could feel the poison he’d give you slid down your throat. And it won’t be an ugly death, no a death that Rook would praise, a death Vil would be proud of. You’ll lay on the grass, head tilted to the side taking in the setting sun for the last time.
But it won’t be the last thing you’ll see, no, you’ll be blessed to see Vil’s face, pretty eyes and soft locks touching the skin of your cold face. His hands softly holding your chin and with the softest voice, he’ll whisper, “You should never go against your Queen.”
And that will be it for you.
Nothing more than another victim to Neige’s looks and Vil’s unbridled hatred towards the other.
Opening the doors to Pomfiore, your suspicions were only confirmed. No one was in sight. Not the overdramatic students that attempted to fight you and no harsh glares sent your way from the more stuck up ones. Not even Rook, who always greeted you with a hug, was there.
I guess this is the end. You sighed, shaking your head with a heavy heart.
The further you walked into the dorm the darker it grew. Lights slowly dimmed until you were following the lit candles down the hall, up the staircase, down another hall, ultimately ending in front of Vil’s door. Gulping, you leaned your head against the door, hearing nothing by silence.
Maybe I should just turn back? Yeah, my death can wait. Patting yourself on your back, you turned around to leave. But fate had other plans for your poor soul.
In an instant a hand dragged you through Vil’s doors. Another clamping down on your mouth to prevent your scream from alerting others. The door shut with a harsh bang. Panicking, you squirmed in your captor's hold. But he was strong and easily prevented you from elbowing his chest.
You froze the moment lips brushed against your ear. A low whisper echoed in your ear. “Welcome, my trickster.”
Immediately, you slouched in Rooks hold and did the first thing that came to mind.
Licking his hand.
He instantly retreated his hand. A gleeful, amused chuckles escaping his lips. Fixing your sweater, you glared up at him and asked, “Was all that really necessary?”
“Why of course, trickster! I find the way people tense up and squirm quite beautiful.” He winked.
Shuddering, you shoved him lightly and muttered, “You sure are weird.”
“Tell me ‘bout it.”
“Hey, Epel.” You waved, pushing Rook away from you. Sitting on Vil’s stool for his vanity, you asked nervously, remembering why you came in the first place, “S-so what’s gonna happen to me?”
Epel looked at you in confusion. His lips puckered lost at your question. Tilting his head, he mumbled, “What’cha mean?”
Playing with your fingers, you whispered, “W-well about my misdoings?”
Again, Epel looked at you like you grew two heads. Glancing at his lap, then to you, then his lap again, he said confused, “I don’t think ya’ did this?”
Rook stood beside Epel and held out the fluffy kitten towards you. Irritated violet eyes stared at you. Its small body rocking from Rook’s movements. Its fluffy tail swaying languidly.
“This, my dearest trickster!” Rook said dramatically, bringing the calm kitten up to his face. Squishing it against his cheek, “Our dearest Roi de Poison has turned into a kitten!”
Like glass, you fell to your knees and grasped your shirt. A relieved sigh escaping your lips. Realizing that you’ll get to live another day. “Oh this is so much better than I originally thought.”
Vil came saunting towards your lap and looked at you expectantly. Chuckling, you softly scratched behind his ear. He purred in response.
Epel came to sit beside you and asked, “what in tarnation was goin’ through ya’ head?”
Settling Vil on your lap, you chuckled softly at his content purrs. Shrugging your shoulders you answered “I thought I was going to die.”
Epel made a noise of surprise and worried.
“I know. But it’s not my fault I liked one of Neige’s posts. It was too cute.”
Everything seemed to stop. Silence enveloped the room. No more purrs. Epel’s wide eyes stared at you in shock. Even Rook had nothing to say, but alas you stayed oblivious and continued to talk.
“I thought Vil was gonna have my head for not only liking his post, but following him back on Magicam, haha! I sure do have a- guys, why are you staring at me like that?”
A low hiss caught your attention. Looking down at Vil, you smiled nervously at his narrowed eyes and claws. “Haha, Rook, come get– AHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Oh! Seems like Roi de Poison is angry!”
“GET HIM OFF ME!!!!”
⋆ Epel and Rook at to pry, and I mean pry, Vil off your face. He was seething, Rook was laughing, Epel was tired and you were crying. You left with a red scratch up face and an ice pack to help the swelling.
⋆ Vil is your stereotypical cat. Aloof, prissy, high maintenance, knows that he’s better than everyone, basically he’s just himself. And he’s just so fuckin pretty and fluffy. Literally, his fur is so soft, so silky. His is a warm white, with really soft light brown accents on his face, tips of his tail, ears and paws. And the prettiest violet eyes that practically allude mystery and confidence.
⋆ After Vil’s anger, he finds himself hanging by you a lot more. You’re warm and soft, and your hands even more so. Also he knows for a fact that you’re the one making sure Grim looks his best, because Grim sure as hell isn’t putting any extra work into his appearance. So he trusts you to keep up with his new maintenance.
⋆ It’s so much work, and I mean so much work. The water has to be perfect, the towels need to be freshly washed, etcetc. Anything he does for his regular self, needs to be done to his cat self. No you can’t argue, no you can’t give him to Rook to do it for you. He wants you to do it, and only you.
⋆ Don’t even entertain the thought of feeding him tuna, especially tuna from a can. Vil will stick his nose in the air and swat at the food. In the end, you’re like ‘and what am I supposed to feed you, Vil? I’m not exactly made out of money.’
⋆ He comes back an hour later with his credit card in hand and dumps it on your lap then goes to sit on his ledge near the window. His eyes blinked expectantly at you. In the end, you’re buying high quality meat for not only him by for yourself and Grim (or any food really)
⋆ And don’t even think about even setting him on the ground. He vehemently refuses to set foot on the ground. Vil will claw at your arm and clothing to prevent it. Hissing like a madman (mad kitten?) he makes it look and sound like your murdering him.
⋆ In the end you either hold him in your arms, cradling him like a baby, or he’s wearing little booties that you bought/made for him.
⋆ He may walk with those on, but he still refuses to sit on anything other than your lap. And you can’t say otherwise.
⋆ He’s one the few cats that will allow you to dress him. Vil loves the way you coo and gush about how adorable he is. He’ll proudly wear whatever you bought/made for him. Not only does he get to feel like his normal self, but your whole attention is on him and solely him.
⋆ Doesn’t nap a lot, but when he does: Do Not Disturb Him.
⋆ Vil also makes you sleep when he sleeps. Especially during the night. If you have a bad sleeping pattern, he’s fixing that. Vil will sit on your chest or stomach, make himself comfortable and will not move. If you attempt to move him or get up, he’s sticking his nails into your skin as a warning. He wants you to get sleep, it's the least he can do after everything you’ve been doing for him.
⋆ Overall, Vil displays the very typical cat behavior but he gets a pass because he’s pretty (and he’s paying your food bill)
“No wonder you look tired all the time. The time you sleep is outrageous. Hmm? Grim keeps you up? Well why don’t you just sleep here? We have an extra room. Or would you perhaps prefer to sleep alongside me? (chuckles) Spudling, no need to get so flustered. I was only teasing you~”
Idia Shroud <3
“Hey! Ortho! You called me buddy?” You said, walking into the Ignihyde dorm. You shivered at the cold air blasting through the ac. Rubbing your arms, you walked towards Idia room, knowing that Ortho was probably there with his brother.
Knocking on the door, you waited patiently before saying softly, “Idia? Ortho? Is it okay for me to come in?”
Shuffling could be heard on the other side. Ortho’s voice was the only voice you could hear followed by the scampering of paws. Frowning, you knocked again. “Ortho? Buddy, are you alright?”
“Yes! I’m fine! You can come in!” He called.
Opening the door, you walked in casually. Taking note to help Ortho to clean up Idia’s mess. Leaning against a dresser, you watched Ortho who was currently looking underneath the bed. His hands stretched out trying to get something from underneath.
Crouching down behind Ortho, you asked, “So…whatcha reaching for?”
His answer was blunt, straight to the point. A very Ortho response.
Sitting on his knees, he tilted his head and pointed to the bed, “Idia’s under there. Take a look.”
You stared at him questionably. Ortho’s not one to play pranks, and when he does, his pranks are harmless. Shrugging your shoulders, you leaned down to stare into the dark abyss. Slowly your eyes adjusted to the darkness. It smelt bad, but you ignored it the best you could and held your breath.
Seconds ticked by. It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. Just as you were about to come out for air, a swishing of a tail caught your attention. Staring harder, a pair of bright yellow eyes stared at you in fear.
Without thinking, you caught the creature before it could scamper away. Coming back up you took a deep breath of air and held up the screaming kitten.
“Big brother!” Ortho exclaimed in delight. Taking the kitten from your hands, he cradled Idia in his arms. Murmuring how scared he must have been and how he shouldn’t run away like that.
You merely watched Ortho snuggle into the kitten with amusement. This isn’t the weirdest thing that has happened during your time in Night Raven Academy. You could only assume it was an alchemy assignment gone wrong. Though this was so much better then last week when Ace turned his entire arm into a crab claw. You still had bruises from that.
Reaching your hand out, you scratched Idia behind his ear, “Damn, Idia seems like your an anime heroine for once.”
He meowed in response.
⋆ Idia, much like his human counterpart, hates being around others. He’s so incredibly shy, but this time it’s so much harder because he’s so quick to hide underneath couches and beds. It’s a miracle he hasn’t gotten smushed.
⋆ That being said, you and Ortho take turns watching Idia. Idia feels comfortable enough around you that he won’t immediately be running to the hilltops.
⋆ Taking care of Idia is definitely the easiest. Besides his hiding problems, he’s not incredibly clinging or high maintenance. All he needs is a place to stay low, food, and a screen.
⋆ Like Leona, he’s pretty long, and like Riddle, he’s incredibly fluffy. If there’s one thing, Idia has over the others, is the fact his eyes look like they glow in the dark. You’re positive that’s not how cats should work, but at the same time cat’s shouldn’t talk (i’m looking at you, grim) nor should they have fiery ears and tail. And no, that's not only a jab at Grim, but also at Idia. Idia’s ears has the fiery flames like Grim and his tail has a little flame at the tip. Grim won’t admit it, but you know he’s jealous.
⋆ You know those pictures of cat’s fitting in the smallest of places? Yeah, that's Idia. In cups, little cracks in the wall of Ramshackle, your shoe to prevent you from leaving. Anywhere that’s empty, expect Idia to be there.
⋆ He sleeps a lot during the day. So he’ll hang out in your sweater or bag, but he much rather prefers to stay in your room.
⋆ During the night, he’s a menace. You know he’s trying to be quiet, but he fails miserably. He’s constantly knocking things over, falling from high places, jumping onto your stomach. It’s a mess, but you can’t really get mad at him. Not when he looks up at you with the widest golden eyes that screams ‘Please don’t be mad.’
⋆ Kitten Idia pretty content with affection. He loves when you scratch behind his ear or when you cuddle him close to his chest. Idia’s purring so damn much, it’s all like damn okay, touch starved much?
⋆ Definitely the chillest kitten you could have. Though beware, he hates bath time. Even more than Grim.
“S-stop staring at me like that. Y-your making me nervous. Huh!? You m–mean that I was…i was…cute! (quietly passes away)”
Malleus Draconia <3
It was calm.
Something that you were having increasingly difficulties in finding these past few days. Staring up at the starry sky, you sighed blissfully. Even though you weren’t familiar with the constellations and such in the dark abyss, you still found beauty in it.
“Is that what Rook means about finding beauty within things?’ You asked out loud. Taking a seat on the grass, you let yourself flop down. Fingers intertwined with the thin threads of grass. Inhaling the cool night air. Admiring the sparkling night.
It was perfect. You felt at peace.
You blinked, once, twice. You waited for the noise again.
It was closer this time. Turning your head to the right, you watched as a small black kitten emerged from the thick foliage of the bushes. Said kitten looked all around until its pretty green eyes settled onto you. Jumping, the kitten meowed again and rushed towards you. Falling a few times in the process.
Sitting up, you caught the kitten in time before it could fall onto its face again. Holding it at arm's length, you laughed softly at the kitten’s meows of delight. “And who are you?”
Bringing the kitten closer, you admired its silky ebony fur. Holding its paw between your fingers you melted at its little pink toe beans. The kitten purred in happiness.
“You’re the cutest thing imaginable. Yes, you are.” You cooed softly, cuddling your cheek against its tiny head. The kitten proceeds to nuzzle its nose with yours. You practically squealed in happiness. So cute!
Setting the kitten on your lap, you laughed as the kitten got comfortable on your lap. Staring up at you with its mesmerizing emerald eyes. Scratching behind its ear, you murmured softly, “Y’know, you remind me of someone I know.”
“His name is Malleus. He has black hair like you and the prettiest green eyes I’ve ever seen. And I mean, pretty pretty. No joke.” pinching its cheek, you murmured playfully, “But he’s not nearly as cute as you.”
The kitten meowed.
Closing your eyes, you fell back on your back and brought the kitten to your chest. Letting it rest on you. Pawing at your chest, the kitten soon settled on you and purred softly.
“I think I’ll call you Malleus Jr. How about it?”
“Fufufu, I thought the term jr. was given to a child?”
Looking up, you smiled at the bright magenta eyes that twinkled with amusement. “Good evening, Lilia.”
“Hello, little one. I see, Malleus is keeping you company.” Lilia mused, taking a seat beside you. Petting your head, he chuckled, “He was so eager to find you that he disappeared.”
“Lilia, you make no sense.” you breath out, slowly getting up and setting the kitten between you both.
The kitten proceeded to stumble towards Lilia’s outstretched gloved hand and purred loudly. An amused smile on Lilia’s youthful features. Glancing up at you, he grinned, “My child, you really are as oblivious as the rumors.”
“Rumors?! There’s rumors about me?” You gasped, your hand covering your agape mouth.
Chuckling, he nodded, “Tons, but that's not why I’m here.”
“No no, Lilia you gotta tell me now. You can’t just say stuff and not spill.” You pouted.
Placing a finger to his lips, he smiled, “How about we talk about it over a cup of tea?”
Stretching out your hand, you nodded your head, “Deal.” He shook your hand, and you asked another question, “So why are you here?”
“To retrieve Malleus of course.” Lilia said simply. His eyes twinkled in bliss. Pointed to the kitten that suddenly clung onto your hand, he said, “But it appears Malleus has no intentions on leaving his human any time soon. Ah, young love.”
Green eyes glossed over with wonder. With a nod, Malleus jumped onto your lap and made no signs to move.
Sighing, you stared at Lilia and deadpanned, “You’re paying kitten support.”
“Fufufu, why of course~”
⋆ Okay, I am biased when I say Malleus is probably the best kitten to take care of.
⋆ He’s calm, full of curiosity, incredibly gentle, just really really sweet. Like he’s ten times smaller than you, but still treats you like he’s at his regular height. He’s careful not to hurt you with his claws, careful not to jump too hard on you. Its like he’s the one taking care of you and not the other way around.
⋆ Also, he’s really pretty. He’s like in the top three of prettiest kittens (vil and leona following behind) As mentioned, he has black fur because obviously, with the shiniest, brightest green eyes. Just down right beautiful. Also strands of fur that stick up on the tips of his ears that swoop up that emulate his horns. The cutest.
⋆ He’s ecstatic that he gets to spend time with you. Since he’s a kitten, he gets to go places with you that he normally couldn't. (much to sebek's dismay) Malleus attends class with you, sitting at your side or on the desk. He loves lunches, because he gets to experience what it's like to be a regular student (as regular as you can be as a kitten), to see you, the braincell trio, plus Jack or Epel, all goof around and talk about how hard a test was. He loves seeing your large smile and laughter. Also that head scratches he gets from Deuce or Epel is a plus.
⋆ There's never a dull moment with Malleus, you soon find out. Because this boy is so full of wonder and curiosity, that you can’t help but indulge him. Malleus loves to sit in the basket of your bike, he loves the way the wind pushes through his fur. Most of all, he loves the way your laughter sounds so joyful and bright.
⋆ Malleus, although likes to walk with you, also loves to sit on your shoulder and stare at everyone. Seeing everyone’s emotions and expression. Since every reaction he seems to get in his regular form, are ones of fear and total obedience. So it’s intriguing to Malleus to see all these different emotions, ranging from happiness to despair to rage to nonchalance. Malleus grows a deeper fastiation with humans after.
⋆ He doesn't really take naps, but will if you want to take one. Loves to cuddle into your side or chest.
⋆ Malleus in a very simple way to put it is incredibly gentle and curious. He wants to know so much more about the world, about the people around him and most importantly you. That he’s willing to drink as many kitten transformation potions to be able to experience what it's like to be a regular student and to be able to experience the warmth of your hands on his head once more.
‘My child of man, what do you think of going to Briar Valley with me? Hm? ‘Why’ you ask? Well, to put it simply, I learned a lot while I was a small kitten and that’s because of you. You allowed me to experience the highs and lows of a normal student life. I only want to repay you by allowing you to experience more of the world. Afterall, this campus is quite small.’
Oops, All Babies!
Also affectionately dubbed My Harem’s Children Came to Find Me in My Own Timeline!
Based off of this drabble that I had no idea would be so popular. Thank you to the person who commissioned this second part and allowed me to crank it out faster!
Now a mother of 23 six-year-olds, you’re tasked with keeping all of their little emotions in check. If that wasn’t hard enough, you also have 23 fathers-to-be barking up your door in a dick-measuring contest to see who’s the most fit to be your spouse.
content: fem!reader x literally everyone, reader has children (in alternate timelines), sfw.
Ambrose the 63rd doesn’t quite know what to do about Dire Crowley’s sudden visit to the Royal Sword Academy grounds. The students were spooked to see the feathered man rush past them as his cape swept the halls, striding past each student with reckless abandon. Ambrose’s office door is nearly flung off of its hinges by Crowley’s over enthusiastic swing.
“Lord Crowley,” he nods in the direction of the man, wizened features twisted with confusion. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Save the pleasantries, I implore you.” He wheezes, winded from his walk up RSA’s seemingly endless staircases. “There’s been a dilemma.”
At first, Ambrose believes it’s simply Crowley’s flair for the dramatic talking- but the other headmaster is twitchy, losing feathers by the minute. As out of character it is that Crowley sought help from the likes of himself, it would be even more out of character for Ambrose to turn a blind eye to a compatriot in need. “Very well. What plagues Night Raven Academy?”
Crowley takes a deep, stuttering breath. The next word out of his mouth is spoken like a curse, as if uttering its name alone was enough to doom them both. “Children.”
Meanwhile, in Heartslabyul…
“Smile for daddy, baby!”
Cater’s photo gallery is filled to the brim with his child’s face, a perfect blend of his and your features. The boy loves the attention- something clearly inherited by his father- happily standing still or posing for the many, many photos his dad took of him. Cater scoops the boy into his arms and leads him back to the tea garden, where you sip tea and watch over your children scattered about the yard.
The Heartslabyul dormitory is more than stimulating enough for the kids, you have come to find out, as you watch Ace and Deuce’s respective children run amok. The boys are in a fierce competition with each other, constantly trying to one-up the other, whether that be who was the fastest or who could jump the farthest or even who could spell the most words correctly. You smile over your teacup at them, their behaviors mimicking that of their fathers’ all too well.
“My kid is definitely beating yours.” Ace pipes in from his seat at the table. The strawberry tart that sits in front of him has tiny finger marks from where his kid had ungainly dug his hands into for a piece, but he seems mostly unphased by the ordeal, shoving a forkful in his mouth while Deuce fumes.
“Hah? Wanna run that by me again?” Deuce starts indignantly, cocking his head to the side as if it were a threat.
“Drop the delinquent act in front of the children, Juice.” Ace snaps back, and Deuce backs down, his anger replaced by a reluctant grumble. “Don’t want them picking up any bad habits.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Deuce mumbles, looking softly at his child, whose running had torn up much of Heartslabyul’s once pristine sod. You squeeze Deuce’s hand reassuringly, still amused at the blatant similarities between father and son.
You shift your gaze to meet Riddle’s from across the table. It’s almost comical, the contrast between his burning red face and his collected composure. The grip on his teacup is far too strong for a person unaffected by the current circumstance. You know exactly what’s running through his head right now: these kids are breaking every single one of the Queen’s rules.
Still, with his own son perfectly copying his demeanor, from his posture to his tight teacup grip, Riddle lets himself relax under his son’s purposeful watch. He’s different from his mom- you know he’d be a good dad.
To your left, Trey is explaining to his daughter in his lap about how he made all of the pastries for the tea party. Her eyes glow, shining with interest as she surveys Trey’s impressive arrangement of treats. Unlike Ace’s kid, her fascination with the baked goods was less because she was hungry for them, but because she was curious about them. You could tell that she already had the makings of a good cook.
Ace and Deuce spring to their feet when they hear a loud thud from the other side of the hedge maze. It could only be their children. Even when going to save them, they look like they’re in a competition against each other.
Cater takes the opportunity to sit next to you, child situated on his lap. You smile up at the small boy, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. Cater follows suit, kissing the other side of his face as well. The child giggles, clearly pleased with the attention showered upon him.
“We’d be the best parents~” Cater laughs to himself, ruffling his son’s hair, “Don’t you think, Prefect?”
“Not as good as me-“ Ace’s voice rings, followed shortly by Deuce’s protest of ‘or me!’ from the other side of the hedge maze.
“I think we’d be the best parents.” Trey pipes in, a charming smile on his face. “I’ve got a lot of experience, you know. Raising my siblings is no joke.”
“Prefect, I think we all know that we’d be the best parental duo.” Riddle states, to which the mini version of him nods.
“So,” Cater tries again, his boy waiting just as expectantly. “Who do you think the best dad is?”
“I-“ You sputter, not expecting to be put on the spot like that. “I-I have to go! Lots of kids to see, you know?”
And with a kiss on the head to all of your children (and, regrettably for them, none of the fathers), you’re off to see the rest of your brood.
Later, in Savanaclaw…
“Get off me.” Leona sleepily grumbles. “Now. Or else.”
“Not scared of you, papa!” His- no. His and your daughter exclaims, a toothy smile stretched across her face. She looks so much like you- aside from the beastman features, her tail and ears and killer canines to match. “Mama wants you to wake up.”
“I do.” You begrudgingly say, watching as the beastman’s ear twitches at the sound of your voice. “Get up. Or else.”
Leona grumbles but surprisingly gets out of bed. His daughter squeals, happy to see her father be dragged out of sleep, and goes to hug his leg.
“Damn anklebiter.” Leona groans, but he makes no effort to remove the small child from his calf.
Moving to the Savanaclaw common room, you’re greeted by the sight of Ruggie and his son play-wrestling. Ruggie lets his son pin him easily, laughing breathily when his son lets out a victory screech.
Jack is also in the common room, doing part of his daily workout regimen. His usual routine usually included a few reps of push-ups, and today was no exception. Except, of course, for the little wolf beastman sitting atop his back, legs crossed as his father worked out.
The Savanaclaw boys were all very physical. It makes you wonder about your daily lives with them, if you were to end up with any of them. Would your days be spent underneath the hot sun, running, playing, and training your kids to be in peak physical condition? You’re not sure you can handle all that. But the children in front of you, so happy and content with their fathers, makes you reconsider.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and the peaceful little symbiosis happening within the common area is altogether ripped apart.
“You’re delusional if you think this timeline belongs to anyone else.” Leona grouses, folding his arms in front of his chest. “I already have that herbivore wrapped around my finger.”
“Riiiight.” Ruggie says, rolling his eyes. “I’ll believe it when I see it. The Prefect likes me and my kid better, no question about it.”
Jack scoffs. It’s unusual to see him butt into arguments, but he can’t help himself from putting his two cents in on this particular situation. “With all due respect, Leona, I’m not sure that you’re the most qualified to be a father, considering your daughter’s been clinging to you for the past half an hour, and you’ve barely acknowledged her.”
Plus, he adds in his mind, I’m clearly the best fit to be a parent here.
Leona growls, but heeds Jack's warning and scoops his child up. Her eyes immediately light up as he lifts her. She really does look like you- and like him- which stirs something unfamiliar within him. (Parental instinct, in your lion boy? It’s more likely than you think.)
“Wonder how many times it took us for her to pop up.”
His statement dawns on you slowly, causing you to smack his chest indignantly.
“You’re disgusting.” You say, rolling your eyes.
“What? I’m just sayin’ what we’re all thinking.”
“I hope there’s a timeline where I kick you square in the balls so you can’t have children.”
Leona covers his daughter’s ears and tsks at you. “Is that any way to speak in front of our damn kid?”
Parents of the year, all of them.
Even later, in Octavinelle…
Azul’s kid is, regrettably, just as much of a crybaby as he is. In different ways, granted. While Azul could mask his emotions with layer upon layer of false confidence and business expertise, his daughter had yet to find out how to do so. Instead, her true and honest emotions come out whenever they please. It’s refreshing- the sincerity. Azul was surprisingly good at comforting her, though, talking her through her emotions in a surprising display of gentle parenting.
You can’t tell Jade and Floyd’s kids apart. It’s almost inevitable that their children would look the same, they’re identical twins, of course they’re going to look the same. But unlike their fathers, even their personalities are a little hard to match. Jade’s daughter has a lot of qualities that Floyd has, with her silly demeanor and take-no-shit attitude, even at her age. Floyd’s daughter, on the other hand, seems much more serious than her… cousin? Half-sister? The multidimensional travel was almost as confusing as the fact that they were related from both sides of the family. Ugh.
“Shrimpy’s gonna have my babies.”
You gulp at the implication of the plural tense, Floyd’s mood suddenly shifting and making the air in the Monstro Lounge unbearably tense.
“Now now, Floyd.” Azul chastises, voice low. “No one said the Prefect wouldn’t- just maybe not in this timeline.”
“Azul.” Jade says with a warning smile. “Please don’t talk to Floyd like that- we don’t know what could happen between now and then. It could be any of us- the ones that are still around, that is.”
You’re suddenly reminded of the fact that Jade is scarier than Floyd half of the time.
You slowly back your way out from the Monstro Lounge, not wanting to know what went on behind those closed doors after you left.
Later, later, in Scarabia…
To your surprise, Kalim and Jamil’s kids seem to like each other a lot.
You watch as they splash around in the oasis together, laughing and dancing and just having a good time. The sun in Scarabia was sweltering, unrelenting as your body sweats underneath it, but being able to watch your kids makes it feel a little better.
Kalim’s boy is so much like him- a beaming light of cheerful energy. If you try to imagine a future with the two of them, you can envision it being one of smiles and laughter. You can also envision the slightly less ideal scenario of having two Kalims around. Of course it would be lovely, but it would be draining.
Jamil’s kid seemed quite unlike Jamil himself at first glance, but upon spending time with the boy, you were quick to find out that he was just as talented as his father. Academically smart, good at dancing and singing- it seemed as though the kid was just like Jamil, but without holding himself back.
“I can’t wait for our kids to be friends in the future!” Kalim beams, oblivious to the greater implications.
“There’s no way that our kids can be friends.” Jamil tries to explain, holding the bridge of his nose to soothe the impending headache.
Kalim ponders this for a moment before lighting back up. “Oh! Because they’d be brothers, right? Half-brothers, because the Prefect is their mom!”
The shorter boy smiles as if he had solved Jamil’s riddle, to which Jamil just sighs. It seems as if he had resigned himself to let Kalim think whatever he wanted.
You take the moment to slip out of Scarabia undetected.
Later still, in Pomefiore…
Rook’s kid has the most uncanny way of sneaking up behind you. No matter how aware of your surroundings you think you are, you most certainly are not aware enough for Rook’s child. Her favorite move is to ambush you from behind, exclaiming ‘mommy!’ as she practically tackles you to the ground. A hunter’s instinct is genetic, apparently.
Epel’s kid is tall for a kindergartner. It makes him both proud and envious at the same time. Would his kid surpass him in manliness even at age 6? These were the thoughts that Epel tried to shoo away as he played with his son, who was strong, too, he had come to find out. Still, when prompted by Vil, his son was more than happy to offer himself to the facials and makeup that came his way. It made Epel’s head spin.
Vil’s child is beautiful- of course he is- and completely idolizes his father. The three of you spend a lot of time watching Vil’s movies together, laughing as your son plays along to Vil’s parts, reciting them by memory. He loves when his father braids his hair, loves taking care of himself, and is hooked on a simplified version of Vil’s skincare routine already.
The Pomefiore students don’t outwardly discuss among themselves who they believe to be the father in their dimension- they all believe it to be themselves, obviously. That doesn’t stop them from talking shit about the other dorms, though.
“Well, all I know is that it surely isn’t Kingscholar’s timeline…” Vil likes to mumble underneath his breath. “The darkest timeline, that one is.”
After a short passage of time, in Inginhyde…
Idia’s son loves his Uncle Ortho. You can see so many similarities between the two of them, more so than him and Idia. The boy is an extrovert, for one. He had been socializing with the other kids from the other dorms, much to Idia’s chagrin. Still, if there was one thing that he and his son could relate to, it was video games.
It’s cute to watch them bond over the games that they both like, their eyes sparkling in the same way when presented with their favorite series, gushing about characters and gameplay and everything else in-between.
You are more than happy to sit in Idia’s room and watch them play, commenting here and there about their performance, and even hopping in to play sometimes. It warms your heart to see Idia get along so swimmingly with his son.
“I-I’ve run the probabilities through this algorithm I’ve created.” Idia suddenly admits, the tips of his hair flaring pink in embarrassment. “The chances of me- of us ending up together is 1 in 300. That’s only a 0.33% pull rate! That’s one of the most broken rates I’ve ever seen in any gatcha.”
He huffs, an uncomfortable wash of disappointment caressing his features, voice suddenly muttering. “Shitty probabilities for the good end.”
He’s muttering more about how he needs to ‘level up his charisma stat for a higher chance’ or something of that nature when you decide to stay just a little longer. You squeeze his hand and watch as your two boys- in some dimension- play games together, occasionally hopping in and switching out with either of them.
Eventually, in Diasomnia…
The inhabitants of Diasomnia are surprisingly cohabitual with their children. Given Lilia’s role of caretaker, it almost makes sense- after all, Lilia’s child is essentially Silver’s brother, and Silver’s child is Lilia’s grandchild… this whole thing really does make your head hurt.
Lilia never thought that he’d have a biological child. He had raised many children in his life- was still raising Silver and Malleus, essentially- but seeing the way his and your genes mixed together was fascinating to him. He loved that the child had your nose and his eyes and pointy teeth. Lilia would raise a million of them if he could.
Silver’s child is just as sleepy as he is. Most of the time you can find them passed out on the same couch, or lying underneath a tree with their head in his lap. When the three of you snuggle together, something you had begun to do when Silver’s kid kept insisting that you should, it feels so comforting- like you really could be family.
Sebek’s child is a clone of him, you swear. He walks like him, talks like him, and even worships Malleus like him. You suppose it makes sense- once Sebek is too old to continue serving Malleus, who would be better to take up his mantle than his own son?
And Malleus… Well, Malleus has been over the moon since he found out the two of you had a child together. He’s so gentle with your kid, and you for that matter. He held the both of you as if you would break if he held on too tight. He loves you, he loves your child, and he does everything in his power to make sure you know that.
“Papa?” The child pipes up, inquisitively.
“Where’s the baby in Mama’s stomach?”
It takes a moment for you and Malleus to realize what he had said. Two kids. It affirms to him it wasn’t just a mistake, that you had chosen to love him as he had chosen to love you.
Malleus’ heart couldn’t be fuller.
At last, in the Teacher’s Lounge…
Unbeknownst to you, two other children had popped up out of the blue and manifested within the teacher’s lounge.
When Ambrose the 63rd and Crowley return to Night Raven College, they're surprised to see Crewel already sitting in the Teacher’s Lounge with two young boys. One looks suspiciously like Crewel, his hair swooped over the same way and same intense gray eyes. The other sits next to him, wearing a handmade mask that looks suspiciously like Crowley’s own.
“Seems we have two more possible puppies in the fray.” Crewel says, ruffling his son’s hair in the same way you would pet a dog. “Isn’t that something?”
“Not from this timeline, clearly. No mystery there.” Crowley sighs, though a strange fondness for the boy overtakes him as the diy-crow’s mask slips from his face, revealing a shining golden eye, much like his own. He adjusts the mask- a paper plate cut in half with crudely glued feathers and a beak messily drawn on with sharpie- for his son, a soft smile taking over Crowley’s face despite himself.
Crowley sends for you (and all of your children and fathers-to-be shortly after that), and your stomach drops when you see two more kids.
You imagine yourself older, perhaps a professor at Night Raven College, teaching your favorite subject. Maybe you would’ve fallen in love with them by bumping into each other in the hallways, or reaching for the creamer at the same time in the Teacher’s Lounge. Before you know it, the kids are wrapping themselves around you, the same chorus of ‘mama, mama, mama!’ that you’ve come to get used to. You smile at them and kiss them on their foreheads before sitting down to listen to what Crowley had gathered you all for.
“I had to dig into the recesses of Royal Sword Academy’s archives for these, but I was finally able to find them.” Ambrose begins, fishing out three rainbow colored stones from his pockets. They shine iridescently, splashing the walls with prismatic color when they catch the light. “They’re multidimensional travel stones. They’re nearly impossible to find in the wild, and synthetically made duplicates are simply not strong enough to pull a person more than one-to-two multidimensional branches away.”
“We’ll install this into a specialized mirror capable of interdimensional travel. These will send the children home,” Crowley begins, his gaze shifting to you. “And it has the power to send you home, too, Prefect.”
This hush is even more painful than the one that had blanketed your previous conversation about the children. They were all so caught up wondering whose timeline won out in the end that they hadn’t stopped to think of the alternate outcome- that it was no one’s.
No, not no one’s. Yours.
You reach out to Ambrose and trace your finger down the surface of the smooth stone laying flat in his palm- but something happens when you run your hands along those stones.
A thousand different images flash through your head. It’s a blinding light show of futures to come and pasts rewritten. Your physical body bleeds into the light, feeling every outcome as if they were written into your molecules. Every heartbreak, every joy melded together and crashed into each other and coursed through your veins. Is this it? Which timeline is mine?
Your body is sapped back into your physical form as a cacophony of voices call your name. Your hands reflexively jump from the stones, as if you had been burned, taking several steps back as you caught your breath. Your eyes, now firmly placed back into your skull, scan over the sea of worried faces.
Ambrose approaches you, a comforting hand rubbing your back, reeling you back into reality.
“They’ll take you home when we plug them into the mirror.” He explains. “We can do it now with the children, or we can do it later- it’s purely up to you.”
You look around the room, surveying the grim expressions of everyone around you.
“Well,” You begin, your voice pattering off at the end. Their friendship, camaraderie, and dedication to you (hell, to your hypothetical babies, too) were enough to sway your decision. “… It would be a shame not to finish the semester.”
The boys give their tearful goodbyes to their children. You really had started to love them as your own. Even people you weren’t sure would be attached to their kids were having a hard time letting go.
When the last child slips into the portal, there’s a sad empty feeling that wells within everyone’s stomach.
“In light of everything,” Crowley begins, “The Prefect will stay here until the end of the semester- and then it’s her choice if she decides to go home or not.”
And that invigorates the boys once more. No, they weren’t hopeless, they did have a chance with you- but neither would their fate be set in stone. They needed to work to prove that they were worth staying for.
And maybe someday, one of them might see their child, smiling up at them with all the warmth and love a child can give to their parents, once again.
twst Incorrect quote #249
MC: “Look! A star is falling. Make a wish.”
Neige: “I wish MC will go on a date with me.”
Vil: “Oh dang, it flew back.”
I have a request if you don't mind. What if the dorm leaders over hear MC having a convo with someone asking for the type of guy they're interested in physically wise. Mc's answer. "A man with a ponytail." What would the dorm leaders do hearing about this info
Oooo this is a v cute req! 💕
Kalim is definitely showing up to classes the next day with a ponytail. Although, he doesn’t view it as a way to try and win your affections. To him, it’s more so a way to show that he’s aware of your preferences and is happy enough to change a bit of his personal style every so often. It’s hair and he can change it whenever he feels like
Azul is also gonna show up with a ponytail, but it’s absolutely because he wants your attention. He wants you to see that he’s changed up his appearance and talk to him about it, but then he’ll play dumb and pretend that he has no clue what you’re talking about. If you compliment him on it, he’ll definitely keep the ponytail for the foreseeable future
Malleus is very intrigued. He doesn’t care much for his outward appearance and how others perceive him because of it, other than generally appearing put together and professional of course. But, if you’re so enamoured by ponytails, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to try one out every now and again
Riddle makes a big deal about convincing himself that he doesn’t care. Outward appearances are frivolous and he’s not gonna change anything to fit your standards. He’s confident he can win you over without it. Although, you might notice that he’s been letting his hair grow out for a little while now
Vil is offended at even the thought that he would need to change anything about his appearance for someone else. You like ponytails? Well, after he’s successfully won your heart in his own way, he’s sure you’ll find men with buns much more appealing
Leona absolutely doesn’t care at all. He’ll continue to wear his hair however he likes because it’s too much of a hassle to change it for the chance it’ll gain your attention. Although, he does tend to think back on your words when he puts his hair in a low ponytail for gym. He can’t help but wonder if you prefer low or high ponytails
Idia admittedly will try putting his hair up in a ponytail, just to see what he looks like. But he gets too embarrassed and takes his hair down immediately. It’s not like he leaves his room enough for you to even notice what hairstyle he has so there’s no point in trying. He will continue to occasionally put his hair in a ponytail and then remove it for the next while though
#MATCHING COSTUMES ! , vil, leona, kalim, jamil, malleus .
› ..ur stupid ass matching couple costumes 🙄🙄. slight fem reader. — pov el writes again bc its october aka the best month tbh
u’d go as the most generic things ever lets be real
devil and angel? black and white swan? nurse and doctor?? thats what you have done idc
gomez and morticia addams would be cool… but rook prob suggested it so no (he goes as thing. the fucking hand.)
anyways even if youre the most basic bitches alive you still look good everyone knows it
oh forcing him to go trick or treating? more candy bc youre the best looking mfs out there. oh you go to a halloween costume party? BEST COSTUME AWARD GOES TO YOU.
in conclusion vil makes every costume known to MAN look good because its vil
tbh… pirates…. i can see him as a pirate….
you would force him to go trick or treating
spoiler he steals the kids candy and scares them bc i know he would in my heart
but ur like “leona why tf did u steal their candy give it back” and he goes “bc i love you” and then youre not mad anymore bc its leona and he said he loves u
get urself a partner who would steal kids candy for u
THOSE DUMB LITTLE COSTUMES WHERE HES LIKE COSMO AND YOURE WANDA IK IM RIGHT
u both have the TIME OF YOUR LIFE
yk damn well he has a whole ass party for the holiday and good lord is he into it
no costumes. at all. you hand out candy.
it becomes a problem when he gives out more candy to the kids’ costumes he likes the most
like who puts the most effort into it. who has the most original costume. who has the coolest? the cutest? the scariest? the ugliest? the nicest
it comes to a point where u take away his handing out candy privileges bc hes gone through the whole bowl not even 8 kids in smh
YOU GO AS GHOSTS
you get white sheets and be ghosts
think michael myers when he puts that girls bfs glasses on after killing him wearing that white sheet
but not in the pinterest ‘halloween aesthetic ghost’ way but in the ‘my boyfriend is a fucking idiot’ kinda way yk
you both would hand out candy but this mf gives out too much so u turn out the lights not even 1 and a half hours later :( but dont be mad hes trying his best okay
Hi!!! Could I ask for some fluffy HCS for Riddle, Malleus, Vil, & Floyd when they realize their s/o who has a “horrible memory” due to the fact that they don’t pay attention to things that don’t interest them has in fact memorized everything about them?
s/o knows their favorite color, their favorite ways to relax, their personal beliefs and what makes them motivated, etc. etc.
they just generally care deeply about them and seem to subconsciously seek out and happily memorize something when it’s related to their boyfriend ❤️❤️❤️
This is me, you’re asking me to write about myself. My memory is horrible, Anon, absolutely atrocious. But I can remember the most useless shit and/or certain stuff about people.
I hope you enjoy these headcanons!
Info: Yuu is reader
Yuu’s poor memory is a small pet peeve of Riddle’s but he knows that some people can’t help that their memory is bad. It could be due to a multitude of things, almost all of which are out of a person's control.
But when he finds out Yuu’s horrible memory is simply because they don’t pay attention he isn’t happy. Is absolutely going to lecture them about not paying attention and probably brings up how it could harm their relationship.
That's when Yuu reveals that they’ve memorized everything about him up till this point. His favorite color, his birthday, his favorite food, animal, star sign.. Everything. It's touching to him that they go out of their way to remember him above all else but..
That doesn’t give them an excuse to slack on their studies. Yuu cares about him deeply, so maybe the key to their improvement is him. He offers to teach them in hopes that it will improve their attentiveness and grades.
It kind of works. They certainly pay attention to him, but unfortunately not so much the material he’s trying to show them. Though there is slight improvement.
Malleus has lived a long time and as such doesn’t remember everything himself either. He’s got other things to worry about than remember every trivial detail of the last two centuries.. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t do it though. In essence he sort of understands Yuu’s struggle to an extent.
That is until it's revealed to him that Yuu simply don't care about much to remember it. He finds it amusing, its adorable that his lover picks and chooses what they do and don’t deem important. Though it could cause some issues in the future..
He does know Yuu remembers everything he’s told them about himself, and even things other people have told them. Their memory seems to be centered on him and nealy nothing else.
He finds this touching and immensely endearing. Knowing he’s the most important and interesting thing to them is a blessing to him. They’re the same to him, his precious lovely partner.
He won’t exactly go out of his way to help Yuu improve their attentiveness, he’s more than happy it being solely on him. Though he will admit their grades could use some slight improvement.
Another one who has a slight pet peeve revolving around Yuu’s bad memory. He’ll chide them and definitely try to help them improve, self improvement is a big thing for Pomefiore after all.
And then either Rook tells him or he notices that Yuu doesn't have a "bad" memory, no, they actively choose to not pay attention. Vil is not happy, he's going to scold them for it and practically drag them into the pits memorization hell.
Once Yuu reveals that they remember everything about him and the things they find important or interesting he's flattered, but that isn't enough to save them. Vil is steadfast in his resolve to improve his partner's attention span.
There will be improvement, even if Vil has to send Rook out to make sure Yuu is keeping up with their schedule, if not they're getting dragged back to Pomefiore and not leaving until the material is drilled in.
At least their grades are improving and they get kisses as rewards, right?
Floyd can recognize Yuu's lack of attention to things that don't interest them because he's in the exact same boat. He's just more open about it, rather than hiding it behind a mask of "bad memory."
Doesn't blame them, doesn't see anything wrong with their pack of attention. College is boring, there's so many other things they could be doing than sitting through lectures.
Once he finds out Yuu remembers everything about him and finds him to be the most interesting thing to them he's ecstatic! They're getting squeezed for being so cute!
Doesn't help them improve at all, if anything he enables them, or rather they enable each other. Why pay attention to a boring lecture when they could be running around doing dumb shit and having fun?
Why the NRC Housewardens Have a Grudge with Your Cats
Notes: In other words, your NRC boyfriend has a grudge against your fur-babies and here's why!
It's been a hot minute since I wrote this but luckily I found it in my drive and it's too funny to not be posted--or so that is my opinion.
(Also--I made a part two with the vice housewardens! That can be found here)
I hope you enjoy! ♡
You are a proud cat parent, and no, the cat in question is not the talking fire weasel known as Grim, nor did you adopt Cheka or anyone else affiliated with the Savanaclaw dorm.
In fact, the cats you are a parent to don’t talk, nor do they attend school, do magic, or any other remarkable anthropomorphic thing. These cats are state-of-the-art housecats, found and raised in your very own Ramshackle dorm.
You had found them around the perimeter of the dorm not too long ago, just a group of mewing kittens with no mama cat in sight—your logic didn’t really have a say in the matter because your heart adopted them immediately, so much so that you didn’t let Grim so much as complain about his new dormmates.
Once you were certain they were abandoned, you went to great efforts to make sure you could keep them. Crowley conceded only after you promised they’d be your responsibility, and after you reminded him that he’d placed you--a harmless and helpless student--in life-or-death situations daily (you reckon some of your pals in Octavinelle and Scarabia would have been quite proud of you for that argument).
You also went to great lengths to make sure the kittens were well taken care of, and since Grim wasn’t going to let his tuna budget budge one bit, you took a few sacrifices upon yourself. You cleaned up a nice little room to keep their litter box in, purchased fresh litter from Sam, cleaned it, made sure the kittens were bathed, got beds for them, made them towers and toys from the scraps, fed them from your own plate…
Having gone above and beyond for the little guys, it became quite obvious that even the grumpiest of them was smitten with you. They ran to greet you at the door as you returned from class, cuddled with you whenever you were available, and meowed whenever you felt like talking to them. You took good care of them and kept them out of harms way, and so far no NRC student had a bad encounter with them. Most who had pet your cute little dorm mates actually found them to be quite endearing, although one person in particular was not too happy with them at the moment…
Oh, why you ask? Well, it just so happens that...
…they didn’t follow any rules.
Great Seven, prefect, just let him collar them! Cats were meant to be collared! Sure they weren’t magical and the collar wouldn’t do much, but it’s not like you were enforcing any rules.
And no, he’s not as uptight as he used to be, he’s just flabbergasted that you’d let them get away with half the chaos they cause.
Even though they’ve lived with you for a while now, those cats love to sniff around, knocking things over with their noses, scratching things up, waking you up at ungodly hours for no reason whatsoever... There was very little order to the way you ran things, and he just wanted to look out for you.
Of course, you did train your cats to some degree, but you were much more softhearted in your methods. You rewarded good behavior and, when that didn’t work, you tried to find a non-discipline solution, such as making them a little carpet-covered cat tower to scratch up instead of your other furniture.
There was probably some rule about keeping a bunch of cats at school anyways, he had told you once. It doesn’t matter if you got permission from Crowley—he might have continued that statement had he not seen that saddened look on your face.
With the way Riddle ran things, the only person who could get away with anything was you... even if you impulsively kept a bunch of kittens in your dorm.
You end up co-parenting; Riddle blushed the shade of rose-red paint when you first used the term, but it wasn’t inaccurate.
He had a lot of fun sitting down with you and deciding on rules for your little ones. Yours, as in, the both of you. That thought made him feel fuzzy inside.
He made up rules for everything he could think of that wouldn’t cause a bother for you, such as choosing a niche and flexible feeding time, feeding proportions, even deciding on the colors of the bowls (on the cat’s unbirthday, they could eat from the red bowls, and on their birthday they could eat from the white. What do you mean, you don’t know their birthday? Guess he could make a rule that decides what day you’ll celebrate their birthdays on…)
The way you just smiled and enjoyed how happy he was to give a little structure to your dorm literally had him grinning for hours. So long that Ace asked him what was on his face when he walked back to his own dorm.
Ace was now collared. Riddle will get rid of it before his next class.
He may not have been a stay-at-home dad to your cats (by the way, please stop telling them to ‘say hi to daddy’ when he walks through the door), but he did enjoy being a part of your cat-parenting adventure. It made Ramshackle feel a little bit like a second home (or a second dorm, rather), or even just an escape from his own dorm once in a while.
He also enjoyed the excuses to come see you, pretending he was just there to ‘check up on the cats’.
Maybe the cats weren’t so bad. After all, you did have him around to maintain a little order…
You make a great team, the two of you, huh? Perfect match.
…You demand kisses from them.
Does he need to repeat it? You. Demand. Kisses. From. Them.
And they oblige??
Look, he likes your cats. They make you happy, they’re low-maintenance and fairly independent and best of all, they’re a pretty convincing way of getting you to lie down for a midday nap. With him joining, of course.
Even if you don’t want to nap, for some reason you refuse to move if you’ve got a cat on you–meaning if he can somehow get one to fall asleep on you, then him resting a head on your shoulder or laying on your stomach or lap or wherever else is available is entirely fair game, and you won’t do a thing about it.
On the other hand, your cats can’t be around you without you puckering your lips and saying “Gimme kith!” in that dorky little voice of yours, and for some reason that demand isn’t directed at him.
And your cats? They'll press their heads against your lips, or bump their nose on your cheek, and it makes you the happiest dang human alive.
Like excuse you herbivore, those lips are his to kiss, not theirs, and he’s not fond of sharing. Get their fuzzy brain cage away from your lovely face now.
You do it all the time, and yet you’ve never demand kisses from him. Sure, you’ve asked him to kiss you before, but not so casually–and you asked those cats constantly, whereas you only seemed to ask for his affection in moments of romantic whimsy.
It was as if you were unable to function without a little head butt or nose boop from your cats. You’d stand there with your lips puckered until their little pea-brains processed your request, acting all catlike and indifferent about it until they finally indulged you.
They’re stringing you along, prefect, can’t you see that?
Eventually, he asked you why on earth you demand kisses from those things like your life depends on it, when he was right there. You know what he has that those cats don't? Kissable lips. And better hygiene.
You told him it was because your kitten-kisses were platonic, a little family sort of love. With him, you’d be asking kisses from the most attractive person in the world, your favorite person, your heart’s desire and—okay okay, he gets it.
…do go on, though. You were saying? Heart’s desire?
You said you got a little flustered asking, and he pointed out he’d never rejected a kiss request from you before. In fact, he challenged you to find a time where he might. You could wake him up from a nap (don’t) and he’d still be up for it… probably.
Regardless, he makes it a point to kiss you more. Especially with those cats of yours around, who’s smug now, hm?
…they were freeloaders.
Hey, hey! Don’t laugh at him, he was just going to propose a few methods of increasing the benefits of keeping them, that’s all.
You know, he knows a few saps who would—er, a few potential patrons who would certainly pay to pet them, or who might even pay for a picture of them.
A picture with them, perhaps? They were so cute, imagine the thaumarks you could charge!
Besides, cats were a very marketable concept. If you wouldn’t mind dropping them off at the Mostro Lounge so he could ‘babysit’ them for a day… Jade and Floyd would probably wear cat ears if he made the concept sound interesting enough… and your ‘babies’ could be the lounge’s very own mascots. He could make a drink based on them, the ‘Ramshackle Catpuccino’ perhaps? The Water-meow-len Refresher’? Waterme-lion? He’d quite like to advertise that to Leona.
Don’t worry, of course he would keep an eye on them. He doubted Jade would actually feed them weird mushrooms anyways, or that Floyd would actually squeeze them.
…actually, why don’t you come along too? Just hang out in the Mostro Lounge, you can even have a free drink out of the goodness of his heart, it’ll be a much deserved break for you.
In all actuality, you really should do something about it. He’d be a fool not to notice the way you fed those cats off your own plate, forgoing lunch sometimes since cat food wasn’t always affordable. You came to Twisted Wonderland without a thaumark to your name, he didn’t understand how you could be so generous without a business goal in mind.
It would be for their benefit too. You could buy more cat products from Sam, probably buy some treats for yourself now and again too, and spend more at the Mostro Lounge. It would be a win for everyone, really. Just listen to his advice!
Whether you take him up on the Mostro Lounge thing or not, he’ll find some way for your new dormmates to pull their own weight.
Since you insist they can’t read the terms and conditions themselves, he won’t make a contract with them, if it means that much to you. He’ll even make a contract with you that swears he won’t, how does that sound? Hey, he was only joking, stop laughing!
Anyways, Jade found an interesting video on the internet where someone had their cat step in paint and create some ghastly art piece with their paws. The person who posted it actually managed to sell the painting, so on a completely different note, why don’t you let him babysit your cats for awhile? Go study, go take a nap, no need to worry! It’s out of the goodness of his heart, he promises.
Side note, you’re exceptionally cute when you’re cooing over your cats like that, so… maybe he’ll take a few pictures of you with them too. Don’t worry, though—he won’t be selling those, those pictures are all for himself.
You say he needs to make a contract with you if he wants those? You drive a hard bargain… he supposes he’d be willing to exchange a few kisses for them, how does that sound? ♡
…they’re a self-imposed curfew.
He’s trying really hard not to be jealous, but your need to return to Ramshackle to check on your cats every night is completely imposing on his plans for you to stay the night in Scarabia!
In fact, why don’t you bring your cats over as well? The Sorcerer of the Sands once served a Sultan whose daughter owned a tiger, you know. Cats and Scarabia just made sense.
Okay okay, he hears you. Your cats are too curious, they’d get loose, scratch up all the nice things, they might even go after the magic carpet. Kalim is pretty sure the magic carpet can defend itself, but he can see how that might pose a concern for your cats.
All he wants is one night with you, floating across the sky on his magic carpet with the stars as your blanket and his shoulder as your pillow. Then you could totally spend the night in his room—or he could even have Jamil prepare a room for you, either way, you’d be able to join him for breakfast, and your face could be the first one he sees in the morning!
Your dorm may not be as lively as his, and you might have to butt heads with Jamil a little for permission, but instead you invite Kalim to spend the night in Ramshackle. It’s a large space so Grim won’t care, and plus, you sort of owed him for all the hospitality he granted you on a daily basis.
It wasn’t a party like Kalim threw on so many occasions, but you and he definitely weren’t hindered by the absence of partygoers. You sang and danced into the nighttime, enjoyed warm drinks with blankets draped over your shoulders on the porch, and had so much fun playing with your cats you’d nearly forgotten you had class the next morning.
At some point, Jamil had stopped by to make sure you did get some sleep, and you and Kalim feigned unconsciousness right on the spot as Grim opened the door. Once Jamil was gone, you both laughed and moved to more comfortable sleeping arrangements, your cats following after you for cuddles.
Just like he wanted, you were the first person he saw that morning. Your cats as well, meowing some sort of good morning greeting.
You joined the students in Scarabia for breakfast, and after that, you and Kalim spent some time in his dorm, without having to worry about your sweet little pets. You'd be back to check up on them in a few hours anyways.
Maybe a little compromise wasn’t so bad?
…they made you neglect everything he’d taught you in regards to fashion.
No, not yourself of course. You dressed as sharp as ever–he was talking about the way you dressed those cats up, just what were those abominable sweaters you had tried to put on them?
‘It’s getting colder out, I want to keep them warm’? They have fur, you know! Do you know how expensive real fur is in the fashion world? Why are you covering it up with wool? And wool in that color?
Look, he loves you, but if you’re gonna associate yourself with those cats please don’t dress them up like a colorblind Christmas elf, for both your sakes.
That said, they were self-grooming, so… respectable choice in pets. I mean, they put in the work and he could live with that, you know?
And… you did bathe them. Not all of the outfits you bought were ugly—sometimes you put a cute little hat on them and he figured that would be something featured in a magazine, especially with the professional-level photos you managed to take of them.
…Sure, he could help you set up a backdrop for a photo shoot. But you’ll take pictures of him next, right?
Still, don’t dress them up when he’s not around. He feels bad for those tiny little things, and besides, he likes being your fashion consultant, even though he’d rather be talking about fashion for you or him. At least you were dating the right man for the job.
Pose with the cats? Sure, he’s modeled with animals on set before.
Wear matching outfits with the cats? No, that’s where he draws the line.
He still loves you though. Just… stop with the sweaters.
You thought he would ever have beef with the cute little kitty-witties? They’re just cute little innocent babies! He was one cute meow away from packing up his stuff and moving into Ramshackle with you. It was quiet there anyways, his only company would be you, your magic fire weasel (which was catlike enough that he didn’t mind), your actual cats and Ortho, because of course Ortho would come with.
The fact that you took it upon yourself to raise those things only made him adore you more, and every time you interacted with them he couldn’t decide which was cuter—those little furballs that were obviously obsessed with you, or you yourself, who became thrice as cuddly, snuggly and goofy with your kittens around. The way you baby-talked them, made faces at them, returned their meows and let them curl up wherever on your body they could find a seat... Great Seven, he could have a heart attack.
…you know what though? There is one thing about those cats that bothered him.
Your Seven-forsaken cat puns. Have you no idea how utterly cringy those are? Sure he laughed at them, but that was because you were so cute saying them and it was his responsibility as your boyfriend to support you
Even though your pun-game was paw-sitively cat-astrophic /srs
Like stop. He loves you, you’re an absolute treasure, but stop. You’re gonna scare the normies.
Do NOT text him in the morning before class to tell him to have a purr-ific day, DO NOT. I mean, of course he saves the cat pictures you send along with it, but STOP.
Well, he supposes he can handle them once in a while—he loves cats too, maybe he’ll even make a pun on your behalf once in a while, but only behind closed doors. And gosh, at least save the cringy puns for him.
He’s never getting the image of Leona’s reaction to your cat puns out of his head, is he? He thought you were going to die.
But yeah, he loves your cats and he loves you, so he can’t be too upset.
You have his whole heart, for meow and fur-ever.
…they make you behave strangely.
You’re peculiar enough as is—and he does mean that in the very best way, if you were wondering. You stood out to him, the room seemed to get brighter when you entered and light seemed to form a halo wherever you went, whether you were out in the sun or standing in the dirty yellow light of an underfunded classroom. You looked good in the light of stars, the light of lamps, the light of fire, oh how he could continue…
But he won’t, because he’s still trying to figure out the patterns in your behavior.
For example, sometimes you’re nothing but a coddling parent, cooing and baby-talking at your cats as you pull them in your arms and nuzzle your nose into their fur, gushing in that loving voice of yours about how cute and sweet and innocent they all were.
In another moment, though, you’ll burst into the room, throw your textbooks onto the couch and bluntly gossip to your cats, telling them about all the drama of your day in the same way you might complain to Ace and Deuce.
Sometimes, you’ll be a teacher and read to them. Sometimes you tell them stories of your own creation, or give them a little tutorial on what you're doing. He once walked in on you explaining to your cats how to make a sandwich, like you were on some sort of cooking show.
Other times you’ll be a cat yourself, lazing on the floor and returning their meows with meows of your own (he has to admit–your cat impressions were getting a little too good).
You’ll do impressions in front of them, sing in front of them, rock them in your arms like a baby, dress them up like children, teach them the importance of friendship and manners, complain to them, whisper secrets to them… it really made him all the more curious about you. It wasn’t a bad thing, he supposed—just really, really confusing.
Eventually, he asked and you told him that where you were from, people just acted strangely around certain animals. Sometimes people would hush their pets despite their silence (which was true, he’d seen you go ‘shhh shhh’ to your cats before), some might baby-talk to animals they found cute, and others would treat their pets like members of the family. You did it all, and you admitted yourself it was a little weird of you, but what was the harm in being a little weird? Your cats loved you regardless, and it was hilarious seeing some of the faces Ramshackle visitors would give you when you fussed over your fur-babies.
Malleus decided it really wasn’t all that confusing when you put a leash on your cats and went on a walk with them and Malleus. You told Malleus you and your cats would be happy to listen to his knowledge of gargoyles, and you were right–the cats weren’t hard to talk to at all. It might have been more awkward if you weren’t there, sure, but he enjoyed it.
If he’s ever alone with your cats, he’ll probably talk to them too. Of course, all he could see himself talking about is you—obviously he and the cats would miss you if you weren’t around, so there was mutual understanding there—but he wouldn’t be opposed to mimicking some of your other strange behaviors too. Maybe he’d hush them, or rock them like a baby. After seeing you do it, it looked quite fun.
All in all, you love your cats and they love you, and you love Malleus and he loves you.
That’s plenty of reason for him to love those cats too ♡
crowley is (finally) allowing you the choice of leaving ramshackle to move to whichever dorm you please, but you’re still unsure which one to choose. knowing that, everyone is trying to win you over.
author’s note : out of curiousity— of the 7 dorms, which would you choose to live at and why?
part 2 here!
“so, prefect! tell me, which dorm would you like to move to?”
you froze up. you have to make the decision now? “w-way to put me on the spot..” you muttered under your breath, nervously looking at crowley who was expecting an answer. you like all the dorms! how are you supposed to choose just one?
“i’ll go with… heartslabyul? no, no, scarabia! wait, scratch that, i’ll move to pomefi—”
crowley put a hand in front of you, stopping you from speaking any further. “it seems to me that you’re unsure, but it’s no problem! because i’m so very kind, i will give you as much time as you need to consider.”
“thank you, i’ll be thinking things over!” you waved before exiting his office. the door closed and crowley grinned, spinning around in his chair and rubbing his hands together.
“and i will be informing all your little friends that you’re still uncertain on which dorm to move to— a headmaster must keep himself entertained somehow!”
riddle is stressed, brainstorming different ways to convince you to come. he totally might just make a powerpoint presentation on why heartslabyul is the ideal dorm to be in, which is gold.
cater is just acting like he always does. he feels no need to do anything extra, isn’t he charming enough as is to bring you to heartslabyul?
ace “you and me are best friends” trappola. he absolutely exploits the fact that he’s one of the people to you, if not the closest. he bugs you about it so much though, it’s almost becoming counterproductive— not that he realizes it.
like most other times, deuce is dragged into ace’s scheme. and he totally buys that it’ll work too! they have the same logic of “we’re best friends, so they’ll choose us” and they’re gonna die on that hill. of course, until it comes out that you don’t choose them.
trey’s just caught up in the mess. he’s said “riddle, calm down”, “ace, leave them alone— you too, deuce”, and “thank god you’re so chill, cater” so many times.
leona doesn’t put in a lot of effort— he’s already certain you’re gonna choose his dorm. he’s not overbearing, you’re given a lot of free rein, and though the dorm members can be pretty combative, he’ll drive ‘em away if they try to mess with you. why would you go for any of the others?
ruggie’s got nowhere near as much confidence as leona does about this, so he’s going overboard with giving you gifts, doing little acts of service for you, buttering you up with (sincere) praise, anything that might make you gravitate towards picking savanaclaw.
as per ruggie’s request, jack’s (trying to) act sweeter than he normally is, but he just can’t— it’s way too embarrassing for him. he just ends up acting like the regular old him. and spills ruggie’s plan.
persuasion? it’s azul’s time to shine. he’s a master at this stuff, but there’s one mistake he’s making— he’s being so damn persistent and borderline annoying about it! the number one way to drive away customers! unless you’re a fan of that kind of behavior, it’s hard to even consider moving to octavinelle.
but you think it’s hard to catch a break from azul? pfft, he’s got nothing on floyd. there’s hardly any breathing room with him, literally and figuratively. he’s squeezing you nearly every second he’s with you and it’s hard to think around him.
jade just watches from the sidelines. he’s restraining himself from laughing as he sees azul trailing after you like he’s lost or floyd glomping you to the ground. when you’re tired of their antics and manage to get away, he’ll pour you a cup of tea (on the house!), asking if you’re alright. he’s octavinelle’s only hope.
kalim is basically like, “i don’t wanna sway your opinion, BUT—” he’ll tell you the most amazing things about living in scarabia and how cool the dorm and their members are with the biggest grin on his face. he hypes it up so much it’s sounding like the perfect place.
there’s not a lot left for jamil to do is doing since kalim’s doing pretty much all the work. just to pull you in a little closer though, he’ll give you more treats (made by him) during the day, sometimes reminding you that you could have his cooking every day if you lived at scarabia.
now, vil is sure you already have your sights set on pomefiore— but he’s not gonna take any chances! so he sends rook and epel to spend some time with you. or in other words, advertise their dorm. he’s expecting to see you with luggage soon, asking where their spare room is.
rook is having a field day, he’s probably having the most fun out of everyone here. he’s reciting poems he wrote just for the occasion and practically throwing flower bouquets at you, all while epel…
epel stands off to the side, awkwardly watching rook. he freezes up when told by rook to “show y/n how much you want them to choose pomefiore!” and his brain malfunctions, trying to put together a poetic sentence. all that came out was, “i’ll.. cut apple slices for you..?” not quite what rook had in mind, but it’s beautiful in it’s own way.
idia is extremely anxious— he wants you to pick his dorm, but has no idea how to convince you into doing it. or even how to make his dorm look like an appealing place to be. he feels like the greatness of his dorm pales in comparison to the other ones, so he kinda just hopes a miracle will happen and you’ll choose ignihyde.
oh, malleus is dead set on having you in diasomnia, you have no idea— he’s pulling out all the stops, pulling so many strings. wins “the most desperate” trophy by a landslide. it’s hard to tell though when he seems so nonchalant.
everyone’s trying so hard, it’s amusing, lilia thinks. it all looked like a ton of fun, so of course he was gonna hop onto the “winning you over” bandwagon! he’ll recount all the fun stories he and his dorm mates have had at diasomnia! such as studying gargoyles, and training, and the horrific yet oddly comedic injuries had during training… you question if lilia is throwing you off on purpose.
sebek’s bugging you whenever he gets the chance, boasting about his dorm. diasomnia is the best dorm all around! not only do you have the pleasure of worshipping the young lord, there’s plenty of fun things to do— don’t mind the dark, intimidating atmosphere! now, why don’t you just go and tell the headmaster your choice already?
silver honestly doesn’t know what he’s doing, he’s just goin’ with the flow. when sebek sent him after you, it was a bit awkward. he just said, “you can protect malleus with us and take naps with me :)” and called it a day. is it not enough to have you completely sold though? ♡
you let out a groan as you slumped on top of your bed, grim following after you.
“these guys have been draggin’ you all around! they’re treatin’ this like war!”
“no kidding.” you sighed, turning over on your back. “crowley just had to tell them, didn’t he? now they’re all trying so hard, it’s just making deciding on only one of them more difficult. i don’t wanna hurt any feelings.”
. . .
“should i just eeny-meeny-miny-moe it?”
I forgot I was gonna post this tbh, I hope it's good!!! I tried my best :D
Tried my best with characters it's hard for me to write ミ●﹏☉ミ
Also I feel like I may have done some of the characters dirty (⊙_◎)
Dorm leaders with having to share a bed on a trip with reader!
He would offer to try and get another bed or switch to a different room to make sure ur like comfortable and stuff<3. Riddle also might believe that you shouldn't share a bed unless you're married or something. If you told him to just share the bed with you, he'd get all red faced but would eventually lay down beside you, might make a pillow wall between the two of you. If you don't let him I feel like he'd lay there like a board.
His bed now, you can lay with him if you want but he'll tease you for it. Honestly just flop on top of him and knock the wind out of him. It would be funny to see his face, me thinks.
This was planned by the tweels. They did this to embarrass Azul, it worked. He might act all high and mighty, but this? To much for his octo-tweerp self. You'd have to force him to sleep in the bed with you, but once he falls asleep he'll be a cuddle bug on accident. His limbs will just grab onto anything near <3.
You share this bed. He makes a fort with you. Bro most likely brought extra blankets and pillows, night time random talks are a must.
You'll be lots of skin care before sleeping, of course. If you need assistance he'll help. There will be a pillow wall if you move alot in your sleep, if not boom you get a Vil to cling onto.
How? How are you in this situation? Either you're close friends, or he was forced into this. If he was forced there will be a pillow wall, however he'll be awake for most of the night gaming. Although if your close, you might get to cling onto him while your asleep and he's gaming. If so, he'll do his best to not move a lot while still mainly focusing on his game, he might switch to a chill one so he doesn't accidentally yell while playing. He'll most likely be flustered throughout this encounter.
He was invited? Kidding, anyways, he would be more than happy to accept you into his arms whilst you both sleep. He'll treasure you, and keep you safe while you sleep. Might also question if this is a human courting ritual, he'll ask Lilia later.
< event m.list┆when they spoil you
characters: idia, leona, vil
details: gn!reader / sfw, established relationship
idia shroud has madol to spare.
seriously. he has loads lying in his bank account, untouched. all he uses it for is games, merchandise, figurines and a plethora of charities he repeatedly saw ads for and couldn’t click off. he’s subscribed to so many things over the years, half of the time he doesn’t even know what his phone is billing him for. not that it really matters. to say there was ample room for him to spend more would be an understatement, but he had nothing (correction, nobody) at all to spend it on.
at least, until he met you. ￼
he’s (regrettably) played enough dating sims and watched enough shoujo romances to know about the different love languages. personally, he adores words of affirmation, lapping up your praise like some sort of starved kitten. (his ego is skyrocketing and it’s all your fault) but gift giving? now that’s his guilty pleasure. it’s quick, easy and an often wordless exchange, which was good for him! the less verbal mush he has to say, the better.
it starts off simple, just idia logging on to do your dailies whenever you’re busy. then, he’s buying you the monthly battle pass. and then, it’s the overpriced skin for a character you didn’t even care much for in the first place. before you know it, you’re that couple, notorious on video games… you know, the annoying ones with matching avatars and bios, with all the unnecessary assets that were locked behind a paywall. oh, the irony of it all. he used to hate those types!
you logged him into you favourite shopping apps, so if there’s something on your wishlist that exceeds your budget on a shopping spree, he’ll take care of it before you get the chance. every time you joke about him being your sugar daddy, (which is not true. he doesn’t even buy you things that often!) he says he’ll block you on everything. he never goes through with it, though.
idia is too shy to admit it, but there’s a small part of him that wishes to gift give more, solely because of your reaction — he can’t help it, the surprised pikachu-like expression and the way you throw your arms around him when he surprises you with something you’ve been eyeing gives him a serotonin boost! he’ll be giddy, practically hyper for the rest of the day, as though he’s on a sugar-rush… his brain just goes into overdrive and all he can think about is how he wants to hit replay and have you do it again over and over and over. he’s so touch starved.
you’re his first everything, so who can blame him for treating you? he still thinks you’re leagues ahead of him. so he’s not doing it to be cocky or make you feel guilty, he does it because the three words he tries so hard to say refuse to fall from his lips. his throat dries and his hands get clammy and his brain fails to form coherent thoughts whenever he attempts to tell you in person — but if you look closer, you’d find that it’s already been conveyed through his gifts: a non-verbal ‘i care about you’, ‘i want you to be happy’ and of course, ‘i love you.’
leona kingscholar is no stranger to expensive gifts.
being a prince, he’s had suitors from far and wide travel to present him with lavish things — and yet, he can only say a select few had no ulterior motive. thus, receiving gifts is something he brushes off quite easily.
when you shower him with the very thing he avoids, he doesn’t know what to make of it. do you want something from him? is that why you’re dating him? the worst part is he doesn’t voice his concerns at all, feigning indifference until ruggie pokes his nose into his business. “leona, what have you ever gotten for them?”
nothing. he’s gotten you nothing. he takes, takes, takes, and you’ve asked for nothing in return. not once has asked you if you wanted anything, too caught up in his own negativity — fuck. he’s not too good at this whole ‘boyfriend’ thing. leona realises that you’re not giving gifts because you want something out of him, you’re doing it because you love him, and simply want to see him happy.
very abruptly, he’s asking you about things you’ve had your eye on. wristwatches that are just wayyy too expensive for a regular student, or newly-released branded shoes that you know you can’t afford till they go on sale. you never really know if leona’s listening to your absent-minded rambles, so you pay no mind to his sudden curiosity. he’s always said he likes the sound of your voice, so you keep on talking.
“anything you’ve got your eye on?” he’s lounging on your thighs, eyes closed as you lace your fingers through his hair. “other than you?”
he glares at you. you laugh before responding properly, and he listens attentively (he always has) because he’s irritatingly enamoured (he always will be)
leona can tell when you get excited, ears twitching with the intonations of your voice, “there were these headphones i liked, and oh! also these sliders (…)” your candid response is almost amusing. you’re oblivious, completely unbeknownst to the wishlist in leona’s head that seems to grow longer, and longer, and longer…
your birthday this year will be a big one.
vil schoenheit ‘unintentionally’ spoils you.
like leona, vil has been recipient of gifts since the start of his career. whether it’s brand deals or romantic advancements, it’s all the same to him. that doesn’t mean the notion isn’t sweet!! and if it’s you gifting him something, it’s all the more sweeter.
that said, he makes sure to remind you that he doesn’t require gifts. your relationship is bolstered by the genuine trust you have in each other, so he doesn’t need flowery grand gestures — not that he won’t accept them, because he will! — but he’d rather not have you splurge on him when you still have a future to focus on. being goal driven himself, he’d rather you not get carried away.
“just focus on yourself. be selfish.” he tells you, but he struggles to do that himself.
okay, he doesn’t necessarily give you gifts. he just so happens to have things lying around that he doesn’t need anymore. shoes from partnerships he didn’t like, jewellery that’ll suit you better, or clothes that are so not his style are all sent straight to you. he has a surplus of things he doesn’t use, so why not give it away to someone who’d make better use of it? it’s not intentional or anything.
“stay still.” he’s got you sitting in his vanity chair as he kneels on the ground, knuckles grazing your skin as he fastens the clasp of a silver bracelet on your wrist. “vil, when did you buy this?”
“i didn’t. it was free. magicam promo.” that’s what he claims, but you know better. of course you do, when you were the one sitting across from him one week ago as he mulled over purchasing the exact same thing.
so maybe he’s a liar. he does spoil you. he does it all the time. but his school performance hasn’t been hindered, and neither has yours, so… just let him carry on.