‎ ℛeverie

✦ Deuce Spade

Deuce’s feelings for you grow quietly, like a plant stretching toward the sun.

Every time you gently correct him when he stumbles over words or numbers, he feels a strange warmth in his chest. It’s not just pride—it’s relief, comfort… maybe more.

He catches himself replaying your small smiles in his head, your patient nods, the way you tilt your head slightly when you’re listening. His ears burn whenever you do it, and he wonders if you notice.

Deuce tries to act cool around you sometimes, but the truth is he’s clumsy with his words. He mutters, trips over phrases, and gives himself a mental slap when he notices how flustered he gets just because you complimented him.

Quietly, he begins leaving little notes on his desk, hoping you’ll read them. Simple things: “Good luck today,” “You were amazing at that task.” He never admits to anyone that he’s thinking of you, but he hopes you see how much you mean to him.

ᰔᩚ: When you lightly touch his shoulder to guide him through a crowded hallway, he freezes, heart hammering, ears burning, and suddenly realizes he doesn’t want this moment to end.

✦ Ace Trappola

Ace’s crush is messy, confusing, and entirely unavoidable.

He starts by teasing you constantly—testing boundaries, trying to make you react—but your calm patience frustrates him in a way that’s… addictive. You never lose composure, and he can’t stop noticing it.

When you do laugh, even at one of his dumb jokes, his chest tightens. It’s a dangerous, thrilling warmth that makes him pause mid-sentence, unsure if he’s just joking or confessing.

Ace finds himself seeking excuses to be near you. Offering to carry things, opening doors, “coincidentally” ending up in the same study area. He’ll deny it if anyone asks, but internally he’s thrilled every time your eyes meet his.

When you thank him sincerely for helping, he fumbles, his smirk slipping. He feels exposed but secretly loves it—because that’s the power you have over him: you can make him vulnerable without even trying.

ᰔᩚ: During a group activity, you brush against him while passing something, and for the rest of the day, Ace can barely focus on anything else. He realizes he’s smiling for no reason, heart entirely in your hands.

✦ Epel Felmier

Epel’s feelings are tender, earnest, and confusing to him.

Being around you makes him want to be gentle and strong at the same time. He notices that you never mock his quiet moments or his loud outbursts; you simply accept him. And that acceptance… it’s intoxicating.

He starts paying attention to your routines: noticing when you seem tired, if you skipped lunch, or if you need help with something small. He wants to care for you without making it obvious.

Epel blushes easily, and your soft praise sends him into a flustered spiral. “You did well” feels heavier than any trophy, because it’s from you.

He brings you small gifts: an apple, a little flower, something meaningful but not overbearing. Each time, he worries you’ll think it’s too much—but secretly hopes you’ll treasure it.

ᰔᩚ: You casually rest your hand on his during a group project, just a fleeting touch, and Epel swears he feels fireworks. He’s caught between terror and elation—and secretly doesn’t want it to end.

✦ Jack Howl

Jack’s love is quiet, loyal, and slowly growing like a tide.

He notices the details: the way your eyes light up when explaining something, the rhythm of your voice when you speak softly, the way you keep patience even with the clumsiest students. He can’t help but admire you.

Jack walks beside you a little slower, unconsciously adjusting his steps to yours. He’ll lend his coat on chilly days, shield you from the rain, and do little things to make life easier for you without thinking twice.

When you catch his gaze and smile, he freezes. It’s a moment of stillness, yet his heart is pounding. He thinks about it long after, replaying it in his head.

Jack enjoys the quiet companionship you share. You don’t have to say much to make him feel connected. Just being near you makes him feel like he’s home.

ᰔᩚ: On a late evening walk, your hands brush accidentally. Jack feels a jolt through his body. His instincts scream to pull away, but another part of him aches to hold onto your hand.

✦ Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is awkward, loud, and utterly unprepared for love—but he’s smitten.

At first, he notices you simply because you remain calm and kind in ways he didn’t think were possible. But soon, every word you say, every gentle gesture, begins to haunt his thoughts.

You never mock his volume or his intensity, and your quiet acknowledgment of his efforts makes him feel seen like never before. This drives him to try harder—to be more composed, to be worthy of your attention.

Sebek struggles to keep his emotions in check around you. A compliment from you makes him blush furiously; a casual touch sends his heart racing.

He starts leaving notes, helping you without announcing it, always observing how you react, desperate to earn even the smallest smile from you.

ᰔᩚ: When you quietly say his name while thanking him for helping, the way your voice lingers makes him nearly stumble over his own words. He’s painfully aware that he wants this—the sound of your voice, the warmth of your presence—more than anything else.

Diasomnia Dorm

✦ Malleus Draconia

You snap at him the second you realize how close he’s standing—close enough that the faint hum of magic feels heavier in the air. Your fingers fumble with the lace at your sleeves, shoulders stiff as you demand to know why he’s looming over you like that. You insist, loudly, that you are not intimidated. Not even a little.

Malleus blinks, immediately stepping back, expression soft with genuine apology. He says he didn’t mean to unsettle you—only that he was admiring the craftsmanship of your dress. The stitching. The balance. The care.

That single sentence detonates your composure.

You deny it louder than necessary, face burning, accusing him of saying strange things on purpose. He tilts his head, thoughtful, eyes glowing faintly—not mocking, just… intrigued. Later, he’ll remember the way the lace framed your wrists, the precise shade of your ribbons, the way you stood your ground despite clearly flustering yourself.

Your tsundere attitude fascinates him. You tell him to stop staring; he complies instantly, gaze respectfully turned away. And yet—every detail is already engraved into memory.

When you scold him for accidentally intimidating others, finger pointed, voice sharp, he listens with grave seriousness. He nods slowly, like you’re delivering wisdom older than the castle itself. You insist you’re not lecturing him—just stating facts—but he thanks you anyway.

Your Lolita fashion becomes a subject of cultural fascination. He asks careful, reverent questions, comparing silhouettes to ceremonial wear, accessories to symbolism. You snap that it’s just fashion, then launch into an explanation with alarming thoroughness.

He never laughs at your sharp tongue. He treats it as honesty—direct, unfiltered—which makes your defensiveness feel acknowledged rather than dismissed.

You tell him not to walk you home. He does so anyway, at a respectful distance, footsteps matching yours. You complain the entire time. He listens to every word.

Malleus decides you are loud, very small, deeply principled, and extremely important.

You refuse to admit how much you like being taken seriously by someone so powerful.

✦ Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia loves you immediately—loves. Your sharp tongue, your dramatic outfits, the way your voice spikes when startled? Peak entertainment.

You yell when he appears behind you without warning. He apologizes cheerfully, hands raised—then does it again later because your reaction is priceless.

He compliments your outfit loudly, theatrically, in front of others. You deny liking the attention, snapping at him to stop—but your shoulders straighten, chin lifts, and he notices.

When you snap at him, he laughs—but never cruelly. It’s fond, approving, like he’s delighted you’re so expressive and unapologetic.

He treats your tsundere moments like seasoning. “Ah~ extra spice today,” he hums, dodging your swat with ease.

Despite the teasing, you trust him. He never pushes when it matters. He never turns your sharpness against you. He just enjoys the music of your voice when you’re being fully, loudly yourself.

✦ Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek does not know what to do with you.

Why are you yelling? Why are you dressed like nobility? Why are you so small yet so confrontational??

He immediately declares your Lolita fashion “IMPRUDENT FOR COMBAT”. You immediately declare him intolerable.

You snap at him for shouting. He shouts an apology. Neither of you back down.

Despite himself, Sebek becomes aggressively protective. Anyone who insults your clothes is instantly branded “AN ENEMY OF TASTE AND HONOR.”

You scold him for being too intense. He stands straighter, listens harder, commits your words to memory like orders from a superior.

Your refusal to accept thanks utterly baffles him. He becomes convinced this is a formal cultural practice.

Eventually, Sebek accepts that you are terrifying in a completely different way than Malleus—sharp, vocal, unyielding—and respects you immensely for it.

✦ Silver Vanrouge

Silver watches you quietly at first. When you snap at him once, you immediately apologize after seeing his calm expression, leaving both of you awkwardly frozen.

He compliments your outfit softly—no pressure, no expectation. You deny caring, but your voice lowers, softer without meaning to.

You tell him not to treat you gently. He nods… and still opens doors, still waits for you, still offers quiet consideration because it’s polite.

When you scold him for falling asleep, he apologizes so sincerely it disarms you completely.

Silver never challenges your boundaries. He just stays nearby, steady, calm, grounding. Your anger has nowhere to land.

Your tsundere outbursts roll off him like weather. Acknowledged. Accepted.

You hate how easily he understands you without forcing you to explain.

Heartslabyul Dorm

✦ Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle notices you before you even speak—because you always look like a problem to be solved. Lace, ribbons, layered skirts… his mind immediately begins sorting rules, precedent, and potential violations.

He starts listing them.

You interrupt him.

“There’s no rule against lace,” you snap, arms crossed defensively. “I checked.”

That stops him.

He has to check anyway. When he finds nothing prohibiting your outfit, he’s quietly unsettled—not by the clothes, but by the fact that you prepared. You follow rules meticulously… you just complain loudly while doing so.

Your tsundere attitude clashes with his authority in a way that leaves him disoriented. You aren’t rebellious—you’re defensive, sharp-edged, clearly braced for judgment. Riddle doesn’t know how to respond to someone who respects the rules but challenges the tone they’re enforced with.

When you comply perfectly while muttering under your breath, he feels strangely torn between scolding and praising you.

The day you correct him—politely, firmly, without raising your voice—he goes silent. You don’t undermine him. You clarify. He spends the rest of the afternoon replaying it in his head.

Eventually, your Lolita fashion becomes a “special exception.” Not because he favors you—but because you prove, repeatedly, that structure and expression can coexist.

Riddle concludes you are stressful, loud, rule-adjacent… and disturbingly reliable.

He trusts you far more than he admits.

✦ Trey Clover

Trey clocks your temperament immediately.

You snap, sharp and fast, voice defensive before anyone even finishes a sentence. He doesn’t flinch. He just smiles and offers you something to eat.

You deny wanting sweets.

He places one beside you anyway.

It disappears.

Trey compliments your outfit casually—no theatrics, no teasing—and somehow that makes you more flustered than anything Cater’s ever said. You huff and look away. He pretends not to notice.

Your tsundere escalations don’t work on him. He stays level, steady, patient. That frustrates you. You push harder, voice rising, arms flailing slightly.

He just hums, amused.

When you finally calm down, expecting something to change, Trey treats you exactly the same—gentle, kind, unbothered. No punishment. No distance.

You complain that he’s too relaxed.

He agrees cheerfully.

Trey decides you’re not difficult—you’re just loud about needing space, reassurance, and snacks.

Managing you is easy once he stops taking the yelling personally.

✦ Cater Diamond

Cater is obsessed with you from day one.

Your Lolita outfits? Absolutely post-worthy.

You catch him lifting his phone and threaten him immediately.

He laughs, hands raised, swearing innocence—but the sparkle in his eyes says he loves this reaction.

Your tsundere energy is his favorite kind of chaos. He compliments you loudly, dramatically, repeatedly, then pretends not to notice when you hide your face or snap at him to shut up.

When you accuse him of teasing, he agrees instantly. “Yeah! That’s the fun part!”

But Cater knows when to stop.

The moment your scolding turns serious—voice low, expression firm—he listens. No jokes. No filters. He respects the line.

Without telling you, he starts defending your fashion choices online. Argues with strangers. Explains Lolita fashion terminology like it’s his major.

Cater decides you’re iconic—even when you’re yelling, even when you insist you don’t care.

Especially then.

✦ Ace Trappola

Ace pokes the bear immediately.

You snap immediately.

He laughs immediately.

This becomes routine.

You insult his behavior. He insults your height. You tell him to get lost. He does not. He lingers just close enough to be annoying.

Despite the bickering, Ace never insults your clothes. Ever.

When someone else does, he steps in without thinking—sharp words, sharper grin—then pretends he didn’t mean it when you look at him.

You tell him to leave you alone.

He starts bringing you things “by accident.” A drink. A notebook. Something you mentioned once.

If you call him out, he denies it. Poorly.

Ace decides you’re terrifying—sharp-tongued, quick-tempered, impossible to read—but also fun in a way that keeps him circling back.

✦ Deuce Spade

Deuce approaches you with caution and impeccable manners.

You snap anyway—out of reflex.

Immediately regret it.

He compliments your outfit sincerely, eyes bright. You deny caring. He nods, accepts it, and moves on—which somehow throws you off more than flattery would have.

When you scold him, Deuce listens like you outrank him. Posture straight. Expression earnest. He takes every word to heart.

Your tsundere attitude doesn’t discourage him—it motivates him. He wants to do better around you. Be better.

When someone talks down about you, Deuce defends you awkwardly but fiercely, tripping over his words but never backing down.

You yell at him when he gets into trouble.

He apologizes profusely and promises to improve.

Deuce decides you’re scary—but in a way that makes him want to rise to your expectations.

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Either way, here are my OCs!! (๑>؂•̀๑)

My YUUs

ʚɞ Yuzuri Hayase (my oldest TWST OC)

- At first glance, she's radiant, gentle, and emotionally safe—the kind of person people instinctively trust. She smiles easily, speak kindly, and seem endlessly accommodating. But underneath that warmth is a carefully curated persona, one built to survive expectations, admiration, and fear of disappointing others.

- FUNFACT ! Despite her similiarties with Riddle, she doesn't really like him (pre-overblot). She dislikes bossy perfectionists.

- based of MAFUYU ASAHINA (Pjsekai), AOI AKANE (Tbhk), and AI HOSHINO (Oshi no Ko)

ʚɞ Yuusei Aoki

- He's effortlessly charismatic— smiling, courteous, and effortlessly likable. He moves through social spaces with grace and confidence, equally comfortable in formal halls and casual conversations. People see him as dependable, admirable, and almost untouchably perfect…People trust him easily… sometimes too easily.

- FUNFACT ! He has a uncanny hyperfixation with mermaids/merfolk(privately). The Octivinelle trio is his dream come true.

- based of KAMISATO AYATO(Genshin Impact) & TERU MINAMOTO(Tbhk)

IN-GAME OCs

From Lunebelle Academy (an all girl's school)

ʚɞ Calliope Florris

- Radiance personified—playful, affectionate, and irresistibly warm. She greets the world with open arms and a teasing smile, as if life itself is something to be adored.

- Species: Fae

- based on ELYSIA (HONKAI IMPACT)

- FUNFACT ! She's childhood friends with Malleus. Due to their schools being far apart, they do not see each other that much much less talk. If they ever DO meet again, Calliope would be yapping non-stop about her life now.

I have a few more but I was too lazy too add them here... ╥﹏╥

Riddle Rosehearts prided himself on control.

Control over his schedule, control over his dorm, control over himself. Rules existed for a reason, and Heartslabyul ran smoothly because he enforced them with precision. Yet lately, that control had been… slipping.

It began as irritation—small, sharp sparks of anger whenever a student misplaced a flamingo statue or spoke out of turn during a dorm meeting. Then it escalated. His temper flared quicker than usual, his chest tight with a heat he couldn’t extinguish no matter how many rules he recited in his head. The Queen of Hearts’ laws no longer soothed him the way they once did.

By the time he retreated to his room each night, the blot had already begun its quiet creep.

Riddle sat rigidly at his desk, gloved hands clenched so tightly the leather creaked. The roses outside his window swayed gently, mockingly calm, while inside his mind everything screamed wrong. He could feel it—the dark magic coiling deep within him, fed by frustration, exhaustion, and years of expectations pressed too tightly against his ribs.

“Why,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “can they not simply follow the rules?”

The answer never came. Only the blot did—heavy, suffocating, threatening to spill over.

And then—

Something soft brushed against his thoughts.

Riddle froze.

It wasn’t intrusive. It didn’t pry or tear. Instead, it was like warm hands smoothing the sharp creases in his mind, like a lullaby hummed just out of hearing. The pressure in his chest loosened, just a little. His breathing slowed without him realizing it.

“What…?” His voice wavered.

The anger dulled, not gone, but muted—like embers banked beneath ash. For the first time that week, Riddle leaned back in his chair instead of sitting bolt upright, tension easing from his shoulders.

The blot retreated.

Riddle stared at his gloved hands, bewildered. He hadn’t cast a spell. He hadn’t done anything.

And yet, the calm lingered.

It happened again the next night. And the one after that.

Always when he was at his breaking point—when the rules weighed too heavily, when memories of his mother’s sharp voice echoed too loudly in his head. That same gentle presence would arrive, careful and warm, wrapping around his thoughts like silk ribbons.

Riddle wasn’t foolish. He knew magic when he felt it.

Someone was entering his mind.

And oddly enough… they meant him no harm.

That realization unsettled him far more than fear ever could.

Yamiko Kei watched him from the shadows, heart pounding.

Her transformation shimmered faintly in the dim corridor outside Riddle’s room—brown hair cascading down her back in long, glossy waves, curling into soft drills at her thighs. The pink of her dress glowed faintly, the red bow at her chest steady with her breath. Above her forehead, her ahoge curved into a delicate heart, pulsing gently with her magic.

She pressed a hand to her chest, eyes closed, focusing.

Slow down, she reminded herself. Be gentle.

Peering into Riddle Rosehearts’ mind was like approaching a clenched fist. Everything about him was tight—rules stacked upon rules, expectations layered so thickly they barely left room to breathe. Beneath it all, she sensed a frightened, lonely boy who had never been allowed to be anything but perfect.

“No wonder you’re hurting,” she whispered.

Her magic flowed quietly, not forcing peace, only offering it. She eased the sharpest edges of his thoughts, soothed the spiraling anger before it could harden into despair. Overblot was not just about magic—it was about hearts pushed too far, too fast.

And Riddle’s heart was cracking.

She had heard it from Ace and Deuce, spoken casually between complaints and jokes.

“Dorm Leader’s always mad lately.”

“Think he sleeps?”

“He looks like he’s about to explode.”

Yamiko couldn’t ignore that.

Helping was her duty. Even if she had to remain unseen.

Riddle caught her on the seventh night.

He had been waiting.

The moment that familiar warmth brushed his mind, he acted—casting a binding spell toward the source without hesitation. The air shimmered, magic colliding with magic, and suddenly a soft gasp echoed in the room.

Riddle turned sharply.

Floating just above the floor was a girl bathed in pink light, eyes wide in surprise. Long brown hair framed her face, curls swaying gently as she struggled against the spell—not fighting it, just startled.

“A magical girl…?” Riddle breathed, stunned despite himself.

Yamiko steadied herself, then slowly lowered to the floor. “Ah—um. Hi.”

The silence stretched, thick and heavy.

“You,” Riddle said, voice sharp once more, though less venomous than before. “You are the one interfering with my mind.”

“I wouldn’t call it interfering,” Yamiko said softly. “More like… helping.”

He stiffened. “You had no right.”

“I know.” She met his gaze without flinching. “But you were hurting.”

That stopped him cold.

Riddle searched her face for mockery, for deception—but found none. Only sincerity. Concern.

“…Why?” he asked quietly. “Why help me?”

Yamiko smiled, small and earnest. “Because it’s my duty. Because no one should carry that much pain alone. And because…” She hesitated, then added, “You deserve kindness too, Riddle Rosehearts.”

His name sounded different in her voice. Softer.

Something in his chest twisted.

No one had ever said that to him before.

After that night, things changed.

They spoke—carefully at first, then more freely. Riddle asked questions about her magic, her purpose. Yamiko listened as he spoke of rules, of expectations, of fear disguised as discipline. She never judged. Never corrected. She simply understood.

And Riddle, slowly, impossibly, began to look forward to those quiet moments.

To the way she calmed the storm in his mind.

To the warmth of her presence.

To the realization that perhaps… he didn’t have to face everything alone.

For the first time, the Queen of Hearts’ rules loosened their grip.

And in their place, something gentler took root.

Something pink.

Something warm.

✦ Vil Schoenheit

Vil recognizes your pride immediately and does not dismiss it as vanity. He treats it as something intentional, something that must be maintained properly, and expects you to carry yourself with elegance, discipline, and self-respect at all times.

He does not indulge unreasonable demands. Instead, he corrects you—your posture, your tone, your expectations—calmly and without malice, reminding you that true superiority is proven through effort, not declared through entitlement.

When he praises you, it is rare and precise. A single compliment from Vil carries more weight than a dozen from anyone else, and you feel it settle in your chest like a crown placed carefully on your head.

If your pride drifts into arrogance, he dismantles it without hesitation. Strangely, you thrive under this balance, knowing that his criticism is not cruelty but respect.

In private, Vil is softer. He preserves your flawless image in public, but behind closed doors he smooths your hair, adjusts your appearance, and reassures you quietly—treating you like something precious he has chosen to refine and protect.

✦ Rook Hunt

Rook is captivated by you from the moment he notices your commanding presence. Your confidence, your demand to be admired, your theatrical self-importance—it all delights him endlessly.

He praises you extravagantly, openly, and often, watching your reactions with sharp interest. Whether you bask in it or pretend indifference, he finds beauty in every response.

Unlike others, Rook never feels threatened by your sense of superiority. Instead, he challenges it playfully, offering cryptic compliments and teasing observations that keep you sharp and self-aware.

He remains devoted even when you are demanding. To him, your imperious nature is not a flaw—it is another layer of your allure.

With Rook, you feel truly seen. Not just admired, but understood, every contradiction studied and cherished, knowing his devotion is unwavering yet never blind.

✦ Epel Felmier

At first, Epel is intimidated by your confidence and commanding expectations. Your pride clashes sharply with his discomfort around refinement and formality, and he doesn’t hide how uneasy it makes him.

Over time, though, he grows unexpectedly fond of your self-assurance. He listens when you speak highly of yourself, half-annoyed, half-impressed, unsure when that admiration snuck in.

Epel refuses to flatter you excessively. His affection comes out rough and honest—arguing back, challenging you, grounding you when you drift too far into grandiosity.

Your presence brings out his rebellious streak. He pushes back against your pride openly, keeping the relationship lively and real rather than idealized.

In private, Epel is fiercely loyal. He may not bow or praise elegantly, but he stands beside you without hesitation, proving that devotion doesn’t always come wrapped in polish.

✦ He is distant, but never careless.

At the start, Madara doesn’t know how to be a husband—only how to be a protector. He speaks little, keeps emotional distance, and treats the marriage like a duty negotiated between clans. But he is meticulous with her safety. He walks on the outer side of streets, stands between her and crowds, memorizes her chakra signature instinctively. He won’t say I love you, but he will make sure the world never touches her first.

✦ Her warmth unsettles him.

She is younger, gentler, and stubborn in a quiet way. She doesn’t demand affection; she offers it freely. That terrifies him. Every smile feels like something the world could steal. When she laughs too brightly, Madara sometimes turns away—not out of disdain, but because happiness makes him anxious. He has already lost too many people who smiled like that.

✦ He shows love through restraint.

Madara’s love is careful, controlled, almost painful in how much he holds back. He rarely touches her unless necessary—but when he does, it’s grounding, deliberate. A hand on her back when she’s tired. Fingers brushing her sleeve as a silent I’m here. He denies himself softness because indulging in it feels like tempting fate.

✦ She sees through him—and loves him anyway.

She knows he’s not cruel. She sees how he softens when he thinks she’s asleep, how his guard drops just enough. She talks to him about small things—mundane, domestic, human—and Madara listens like it’s a foreign language he’s trying to learn. He never mocks her optimism. He doesn’t believe it, but he respects it.

✦ He is afraid of her dying more than anything else.

More than war. More than the Senju. More than the village.

The idea of losing her doesn’t make him angry—it makes him hollow. This fear turns him overprotective to the point of self-denial. He distances himself emotionally because loving her fully would destroy him if she were taken.

✦ She becomes his last tether to humanity.

When clan tensions rise and hatred hardens his worldview, she is the one who reminds him of ordinary life—meals, shared silences, gentle arguments, small traditions. Madara never admits it, but she is the proof that peace can exist in fragments. And that is why her presence complicates his descent.

✦ Her loss breaks something irreversible.

Whether she dies, her absence becomes the wound that never scabs. She doesn’t just die in his memory—she haunts his philosophy. Every time he declares the world irredeemable, there’s an unspoken because it couldn’t protect her.

✦ After he goes berserk, she is everywhere.

In his quiet moments, he imagines what she would have said.

When he speaks of dreams and illusions, she is the reason—because a world where she lives, smiles, and never bleeds is worth enslaving reality for. The Infinite Tsukuyomi is not just about peace; it is about giving her the life the real world stole.

✦ He never replaces her. Never.

Madara does not remarry, does not take comfort, does not allow himself that softness again. Loving her once was enough to convince him that attachment is a curse. Anyone else would be a pale echo—and he refuses to cheapen her memory.

Madara loved his wife quietly, protectively, and too late.

She loved him openly, patiently, and without fear.

And when she was gone, the man who might have chosen peace with his whole heart died with her—leaving behind a god who decided that reality itself was unworthy of love.

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✦ Leona Kingscholar

Leona pretends not to care when you scold him for skipping class or sleeping the day away, but he listens anyway. You don’t nag—you say it once, calmly, like you expect better from him, and that quiet confidence hits deeper than anger ever could.

You’re one of the few people who doesn’t coddle him or challenge him openly. Instead, you point out wasted potential in a low voice, reminding him that laziness isn’t the same as resignation, and he hates how much he agrees with you.

Leona notices how you care without hovering: pulling shade over him when he naps outside, placing water near him after training, making sure he eats without commenting on it. He never thanks you out loud, but he never pushes you away either.

When he’s honest—rare, raw, and bitter—you don’t try to fix him. You listen, arms crossed, expression steady, and tell him he has every right to be angry… but not to disappear. That moment stays with him longer than he’ll ever admit.

Once Leona accepts your love, it’s possessive in a quiet way. He lounges closer to you, lets you rest against him, and growls at anyone who disrespects you—while you’re the only one who can tell him, softly, to stop being reckless.

✦ Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie laughs when you scold him for overworking himself, brushing it off like it’s no big deal. But when you tell him, calmly, that burning himself out won’t keep him alive in the long run, the humor fades—because you’re not accusing, you’re worried.

You don’t pity him, and that matters. You remind him to eat properly, to rest when he can, and you don’t accept “I’m fine” as an answer when you know he isn’t.

Ruggie starts noticing how you plan ahead for him—saving food, making sure he has what he needs before he asks. It’s practical, thoughtful care, and it makes something in his chest tighten.

He tests you, sometimes, expecting you to pull away when he’s selfish or sharp. When you don’t—when you correct him and stay—he begins to trust you in a way that scares him a little.

Loving you makes Ruggie want stability. He still hustles, still jokes, but now there’s someone he actively wants to come back to, someone whose quiet concern reminds him he’s allowed to want more than survival.

✦ Jack Howl

Jack responds to you with immediate respect. When you scold him, it’s firm but fair, and he listens closely because your words align with his own sense of discipline and responsibility.

You encourage him to rest just as much as you push him to train harder, reminding him that strength means knowing when to stop. He takes that advice seriously, adjusting himself because he trusts your judgment.

Your affection is subtle—straightening his uniform, standing close during patrols, offering quiet praise when he improves. Jack treasures these moments more than grand gestures.

When he doubts himself, you don’t sugarcoat it. You tell him what he did wrong, what he did right, and how to do better next time, and that honesty anchors him.

Being with you makes Jack feel steady and sure. He walks beside you proudly, protective but not overbearing, knowing your love isn’t loud—but it’s unwavering, earned, and real.

✦ Riddle Rosehearts

You clash with Riddle at first because he mistakes your calm, firm corrections as judgment. You don’t raise your voice or quote rules back at him—you simply tell him when he’s pushing himself too far, and that quiet honesty unsettles him more than open rebellion ever could.

You become one of the very few people allowed to scold him without consequence. You do it privately, carefully, explaining your reasoning instead of asserting authority, and he listens because you speak to his sense of responsibility, not his fear.

You look after him in small, deliberate ways—reminding him to eat, to rest, to breathe. You never hover, never demand thanks, and that restraint makes your care feel sincere rather than controlling.

Your emotional reserve matches his own. You don’t rush him to open up, and in return, he slowly learns to trust the quiet space you offer, where affection doesn’t need to be perfect to be real.

Once he accepts your love, Riddle becomes deeply devoted in his own structured way: precise gifts, carefully planned time together, and an unwavering loyalty to the person who taught him that kindness can be firm and still gentle.

✦ Trey Clover

Trey recognizes what you are almost immediately. He understands that your scolding comes from the same place as his caretaking instincts, and he respects your boundaries without needing them explained.

When others push limits, he backs you up calmly, often with a simple agreement that carries more weight than argument. You and Trey function like a quiet team, never flashy, always steady.

You notice his exhaustion before he admits it, and when you remind him to rest, he listens. In return, he looks after you in small domestic ways—food, company, silence when you need it.

Around you, Trey lets go of his constant “everything’s fine” mask. Your concern feels safe enough that he can admit when he’s tired or overwhelmed without fear of burdening you.

Being with Trey feels like building something long-lasting: shared routines, mutual corrections, and a relationship rooted in the unspoken promise to take care of each other without needing to prove it.

✦ Cater Diamond

Cater is fascinated by you because you don’t immediately fall for his charm. Your dignified distance keeps him guessing, and the fact that you see past his smiles unsettles him in a way he can’t laugh off.

When you scold him for spreading himself too thin or hiding burnout behind jokes, he deflects at first—but your words linger. You’re not trying to change him; you’re trying to protect him, and he feels the difference.

He flirts, tests, performs, only to realize that your affection doesn’t come in validation or attention. It comes in concern, in reminders to slow down, in choosing honesty over hype.

Slowly, Cater starts coming to you when he’s tired of pretending. With you, he doesn’t have to be entertaining—just present.

Your relationship grounds him. He’s still bright and social, but more sincere, cherishing the rare moments when you soften for him because he knows those moments are earned, not automatic.

✦ Ace Trappola

Ace pokes at you constantly at first, trying to get a reaction. Your calm disappointment frustrates him far more than anger ever could, especially when you scold him like an older sibling who expected better.

You don’t yell. You don’t threaten to leave. You correct him, then stay—and that consistency confuses him in a way that forces self-reflection.

Your care shows in worry rather than indulgence: checking his injuries, calling out his self-sabotage, reminding him he doesn’t have to act reckless to be seen.

Without realizing it, Ace starts behaving better around you specifically. Not because you force him to, but because he doesn’t want to disappoint the one person who sees through his bravado.

He becomes loudly protective of you, starting arguments while you calmly tell him to stop, creating a dynamic where chaos crashes against composure—and somehow settles.

✦ Deuce Spade

Deuce respects you almost immediately. Your steady moral compass and firm guidance feel grounding, familiar, and safe in a way he’s been craving.

When you correct him, he listens earnestly, even when embarrassed, because he knows you believe in his ability to improve rather than judging his mistakes.

You don’t give your trust easily, and when he finally earns it, your quiet affection means more to him than praise ever could.

Deuce mirrors your care through action—walking you home, checking in often, standing up for you without being asked.

Being loved by you makes him want to be better, steadier, kinder—not out of obligation, but because he wants to be worthy of the wholehearted love you give once you finally open up.

You learn early that identity is a costume.

Before you even understand what a concubine is, you and Loulan are already practicing how to become one another. The way your shoulders settle when you stand. The precise tilt of the chin when listening. The soft laugh that sounds harmless but reveals nothing. You do not “pretend” to be Loulan—you inhabit her. And she does the same to you.

The palace never notices, because the palace never looks closely at women like you.

Switching places feels less like deception and more like breathing.

There are nights when you walk into the emperor’s chambers wearing Loulan’s face and leave still wearing it, and no one questions the change. Your voice matches hers exactly—measured, lilting, faintly amused. Even your pulse learns to slow the same way hers does.

The difficulty is not fooling others.

The difficulty is remembering which of you is supposed to feel afraid.

The emperor never suspects—because suspicion requires interest.

To him, you are a role, not a person. Loulan’s name, Loulan’s beauty, Loulan’s presence. When you are the one beside him, he notices nothing amiss. And that terrifies you more than discovery ever could.

You realize then that power doesn’t always come from being clever. Sometimes it comes from being forgettable.

Your mother cannot tell you apart—and does not care to try.

As long as you and Loulan sit still, smile prettily, and reflect well on her, she is content. You are ornaments. Matching dolls dressed in silk and obedience. When she calls you by the wrong name, you correct her once. Twice. Eventually, you stop.

It is easier to be interchangeable than unseen.

At least interchangeable means useful.

Loulan treats the switching like a private joke—but you know it’s survival.

She smiles when you trade places, eyes glittering with mischief, as if this is all a clever game. And maybe for her, it is. For you, it is calculation. Timing. Risk assessment. You count steps. You memorize schedules.

Loulan enjoys the performance.

You endure it.

Your father is the only one who ever truly unsettles you.

He looks at you and Loulan not with confusion—but with distance. As if he sees two shapes where others see one. He never calls you by name, but his gaze lingers a fraction longer, sharp and assessing.

He doesn’t know which sister stands before him.

He only knows it isn’t the same one every time.

That knowledge changes how you stand when he’s near.

You straighten unconsciously. Loulan loosens her posture just slightly. You become more still; she becomes more fluid. Neither of you speaks of it, but you both feel it—that quiet recognition.

Someone sees the seam in the illusion.

Not clearly. Not kindly. But enough.

There are moments you fear disappearing entirely.

When you spend too long as Loulan, people stop using your name altogether. Servants greet you as her. Letters arrive addressed to her hand. You begin to wonder: if Loulan vanished, would anyone notice that you remained?

Or would they simply ask you to smile the same way she used to?

Yet with Loulan, you are real.

In private, when the doors are shut and the palace sleeps, you sit beside her without masks. You speak in your own voice. You move without calculation. She knows the difference. She always has.

You are not interchangeable to her.

And sometimes, that is enough to keep you whole.

You don’t want freedom the way others do.

You don’t dream of escape. You dream of control—of choosing when to be seen and when to vanish, of deciding which sister survives a given day.

In a palace that devours women whole, being two halves of one illusion might be the only way either of you lives.

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POSEIDON × GODDESS!READER: “She Spoke Before the Sea Could Rise.”

✦ The Meeting ✦

The gods are seated in that familiar semicircle of arrogance. Zeus is amused. Ares is loud. Someone—you don’t even remember who—laughs and makes a cutting remark about Poseidon.

About how he’s distant. Cold. Useless outside his domain. A god who rules water but inspires no warmth.

Poseidon doesn’t react. He never does. The sea remains still.

You do not.

You speak before thinking, voice calm but sharp enough to split stone.

“Funny how the loudest gods are always the ones who need thunder to feel important.”

Silence.

Absolute, sacred, Valhalla-stopping silence.

Poseidon turns his head.

Slowly.

That’s the moment.

The exact, irreversible moment he falls.

✦ Poseidon Falling (Fast, Quiet, Ruinous) ✦

Poseidon has lived eons untouched by affection. What he feels isn’t a crush—it’s recognition.

You didn’t defend him with flattery.

You didn’t soften the blow.

You simply… spoke the truth.

To Poseidon, truth is sacred. Rarer than worship.

From that day on, he watches you—not openly, never obviously—but the sea knows your footsteps.

The tides rise subtly when you enter a room.

He tells himself it’s coincidence.

The ocean does not lie.

✦ You, Oblivious (and Unbothered) ✦

After the meeting, you go on with your divine duties like nothing happened.

You don’t approach Poseidon.

You don’t acknowledge the looks.

You don’t even mention the incident again.

To you, it was instinct. A reflex. Someone was wrong—so you corrected them.

To Poseidon?

It was devotion in its purest form.

Your indifference hurts more than any insult ever could.

He deserves it, he thinks.

He wants it to stop.

It doesn’t.

✦ Poseidon Attempts Courtship (Painfully Earnest) ✦

Poseidon does not flirt. He offers.

He sends you gifts that are subtle but ancient:

Pearls that hum with magic

Shells carved with forgotten prayers

Coral that blooms only in your presence

You thank him politely. Nothing more.

He tries again.

And again.

He stands closer during meetings—never invading your space, but always there.

When other gods interrupt you, Poseidon silences them with a look.

He never raises his voice.

He never needs to.

✦ The Gods Notice ✦

Hermes clocks it immediately.

Zeus finds it hilarious.

Ares is deeply confused and slightly afraid.

“Since when does Poseidon try?” someone whispers.

Poseidon ignores them all.

His focus is singular. You.

✦ The Moment You Realize ✦

It hits you slowly.

The way the sea calms when you’re upset.

How storms reroute away from your temples.

How Poseidon always seems to arrive exactly when you need silence.

You confront him—direct, as always.

“Why are you doing this?”

Poseidon answers without hesitation.

“Because you spoke for me when I had not asked to be defended.”

His voice doesn’t waver.

“And because I have not stopped thinking of you since.”

A/N: i had a mini heart attack when I accidently uploaded the unfinished opening council scene but i luckily deleted it before anyone could notice it... But then, the realization hit me, i just lost it.

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Azul Ashengrotto

Curiosity Sparks Instantly

The moment he sees you, he can’t help but marvel at the way you carry yourself—calm yet deliberate, like the eye of a storm. He’s fascinated by your ability to assess situations with precision, all while maintaining a soft, almost teasing smile. To him, you are a riddle wrapped in silk: sophisticated, intelligent, and just a little whimsical. Internally, he feels a tug of excitement— he wants to unravel you, not because he doubts you, but because your depth promises intellectual duels he’s never quite experienced. He finds himself lingering over the curve of your lips when you smile, the sharp gleam in your eyes when you make a point, cataloging every subtle nuance as if it’s part of an intricate puzzle. Azul’s thoughts flit constantly between admiration and strategy. How does one interact with someone so clever without revealing too much oneself? He secretly enjoys the challenge, the dance of wits that keeps him perpetually intrigued.

Admiration for Composure

There’s a quiet awe he feels whenever you face a challenge or navigate a delicate situation. While others might falter, panic, or stumble, you move through it with poise, grace, and an almost imperceptible inner strength. Azul watches this with a mixture of envy and admiration.He finds your serenity magnetic, yet disarmingly intimidating. It makes him aware of his own performative composure and occasionally unsettles him when he realizes how effortlessly you maintain yours. There’s an allure in your self-control, a promise that even when storms rage, you will not break— but he wonders what hidden currents lie beneath your calm surface.This admiration subtly evolves into respect, which mingles with curiosity. Azul is not used to encountering someone whose calm doesn’t make them passive. You are active, intelligent, and engaging in a way that challenges his every assumption.

The Pull of Your Mind

He can’t help but be drawn to your intellect. Every decision you make, every suggestion you offer, feels meticulously considered. Azul finds himself hanging on your words, noticing how they reveal both analytical skill and subtle insight into human behavior. He delights in watching you in group situations, observing how you read people, how you anticipate moves, and how you subtly influence outcomes. To him, your strategies are a game— and he wants to be both your competitor and your partner.Occasionally, he catches himself imagining what it would be like to sit across from you, talking strategy for hours. The idea of sharing thoughts and debates without the mask of business intrigue makes his chest tighten just slightly. There is something intoxicating in your balance of intelligence and grace.

Flustered by Unexpected Warmth

Azul is usually precise and calculated, but you throw him off in subtle ways. A genuine laugh, a soft compliment, or a moment of unguarded kindness from you feels almost disarming. He can’t decide whether to mask his surprise or indulge in it.Internally, he feels a thrill— a kind of unexpected warmth that clashes deliciously with his usual composed persona. He notices it in how his chest tightens, in the way he finds excuses to linger nearby, or in how he almost lets his charm slip without realizing it.You are like a candle flickering in a dark room, both drawing him in and testing his control. Azul finds it maddeningly captivating.

Intrigue Mixed with Challenge

You inspire a playful competitiveness in him. Every time you solve a problem elegantly or anticipate a twist, he feels challenged, delighted, and slightly envious all at once. He enjoys teasing you, testing boundaries, or proposing situations where you might surprise him.There’s a subtle dance in his mind— he wants to see if you can be caught off guard, yet he fears crossing the line and breaking the charm that draws him in. The thrill lies in the uncertainty, in the intellectual back-and-forth that feels like a private game only the two of you understand.He often imagines scenarios where he can prove himself without overshadowing your brilliance, a delicate balance that keeps him endlessly engaged.

Attraction Wrapped in Respect

Azul’s fascination with you is a mixture of admiration and gentle attraction. He doesn’t rush; he savors your presence, the way you command attention without demanding it, the way your cleverness shines in subtle ways.He’s aware that what he feels is more than mere respect or curiosity— it’s an emotional pull that makes him unusually attentive, almost protective, without being overbearing.His feelings are layered: intrigue, admiration, intellectual challenge, and a slow-blooming affection that he guards carefully. Every interaction leaves him calculating, observing, and secretly hoping for more.

A Private Fascination

Even when apart, Azul finds himself thinking of you. He recalls the way your voice modulates, the subtle movements of your hands when you explain something, the quiet confidence that radiates without effort.He treasures these private reflections, treating them as mental notes that he will never fully reveal. There is a sense of reverence in how he thinks of you— almost as if you are a rare artifact, both fragile and infinitely complex.The feeling lingers: a whimsical, restless admiration that colors his thoughts and actions, making the world a little more vibrant whenever you are near.

Jade Leech

The Comfort of Your Presence

From the moment Jade notices you, there’s an undeniable calm that seems to radiate from you. It’s not merely that you’re serene—there’s an almost hypnotic rhythm to the way you move, the way you speak, and the way you assess situations.He finds himself instinctively drawn toward you, like a current pulled to the shore. Being near you feels safe, like a gentle tide cradling him without restricting his freedom.This comfort becomes addictive. He notices that his moods improve when you’re around, that even his mischievous impulses are tempered by your quiet, grounding influence.

A Subtle Protective Instinct

Jade can’t help but feel a desire to shield you from harm, though he rarely voices it. He observes interactions keenly, noting when someone might be disrespectful or careless.This instinct doesn’t stem from overbearing possessiveness— It’s more like a silent vow that he will be there, quietly ensuring your safety and comfort. Your gentle intelligence inspires a reverence that manifests as subtle, almost invisible care.He enjoys finding small ways to help you, like bringing tea, preparing the environment to be more comfortable, or simply standing guard with a relaxed attentiveness that seems effortless.

Curiosity About Your Depths

Jade is endlessly fascinated by your mind. He watches the careful way you calculate risks, analyze situations, and navigate delicate social dynamics. He wants to understand how your thoughts flow, what motivates you, and what delights you in quiet moments.To him, you are like a stream with hidden currents, calm on the surface but vibrant and mysterious beneath. He feels compelled to explore, though he is careful not to disrupt your balance.Each revelation about you— your sense of humor, your small habits, your thoughtful gestures— feels like discovering hidden treasure.

Silent Admiration

Your composure and intelligence earn his quiet respect. Jade doesn’t need to voice it; he feels it in the way he leans toward your ideas, trusts your judgments, and smiles at your soft humor.There is a profound softness in how he regards you— a sense of wonder at how someone can wield intellect and grace with such effortless balance.Often, he finds himself reflecting on moments he’s shared with you, replaying your words, and silently cherishing the emotional resonance they leave behind.

Playful Fascination

Despite his calm demeanor, Jade enjoys teasing you in subtle ways. A carefully timed joke, a light mischief— nothing too bold, just enough to see the gentle glint of amusement in your eyes .The playful interactions are a dance: he tests your reactions, admires your composure, and delights in the soft warmth that surfaces when you indulge him.It’s a private thrill, one that deepens his affection without ever overstepping the boundaries your calm presence naturally sets.

Magnetic Inspiration

You inspire him without saying a word. Your tact, your grace, your intelligence— it makes him want to elevate himself, to think more clearly, and to act more thoughtfully.Jade feels a sense of wonder, as if your presence is a gentle push toward becoming the best version of himself.In quiet moments, he often reflects on your example, noticing how your calm decisiveness resonates in his mind long after you’re gone.

Soft Devotion

Deep down, Jade’s feelings verge on devotion, though not in an overwhelming or possessive way. It’s a quiet, unwavering admiration that colors his thoughts and actions.He notices every small detail about you— the tilt of your head when you’re thinking, the rhythm of your laughter, the subtle confidence in your posture.These observations strengthen his quiet desire to be near you, to support you, and to share in the calm brilliance you naturally radiate.

Floyd Leech

A Playful Curiosity

Floyd is immediately intrigued by you. Calm, clever, and just slightly whimsical, you are a mystery he wants to explore, though he’d never admit it outright.He’s drawn to testing your composure in small, playful ways— poking, teasing, and observing how you react. There’s a thrill in seeing whether your serene exterior hides an unexpected spark.The unpredictability of your responses excites him, making him feel alive in ways he rarely experiences.

Quiet Admiration

Beneath the playful exterior, Floyd is deeply impressed by your intelligence and poise. You navigate complex situations effortlessly, and he can’t help but admire that balance.He notices the smallest details, like the way you tilt your head when thinking or the gentle precision in your movements. To him, these subtleties are enchanting, almost magical.The admiration grows into fascination, a feeling he struggles to hide beneath teasing banter.

Protective Impulse

Floyd feels a strong, almost instinctual urge to protect you, though he masks it in casual humor. He’ll subtly intervene if danger or discomfort approaches, all while maintaining his usual mischievous facade.This protective instinct is rooted in genuine care, an acknowledgment of how precious your calm and intelligence are to him. He wants to preserve it, sometimes even from you.The tension between playful testing and protective care defines much of his inner dialogue when you are near.

Intrigued by Whimsy

Any playful or whimsical moment from you—an offhand joke, a soft laugh, a teasing glance— captivates him. Floyd finds joy in these fleeting glimpses, feeling a surge of connection and warmth. He mentally catalogues these moments, cherishing the unpredictable, lighthearted side of your otherwise composed personality. These glimpses encourage him to be more playful himself, creating a private language of teasing and shared amusement between you.

A Complicated Fascination

Your calmness both fascinates and confounds him. He wants to see how you handle chaos, to test your limits, yet he also fears disrupting the natural serenity you carry.Floyd enjoys the delicate dance—pushing slightly, pulling back, observing, and being delighted by the grace with which you navigate the world.This fascination blends with a subtle reverence; he sees you as rare, enigmatic, and utterly captivating.

Emotional Connection

Being near you evokes emotions Floyd rarely experiences: admiration, warmth, respect, and a playful thrill. Your presence feels like a gentle current, drawing him in and keeping him engaged, grounded, yet restless with curiosity.He feels an irresistible pull to share moments with you, whether through conversation, playful antics, or quiet observation.There is a depth to his feelings that he rarely admits, even to himself, but it colors his every thought and action when you are around.

Loyal Fascination