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You know that scene in Avatar: The Way Of Water where Tonowari yells/commands Loâak and the others to sit? That is the same kind of energy Aoânung brings/will bring in the future when one of his children tries to mouth off to their mother
Disrespect
Summary: He doesnât allow anyone to disrespect his wife, especially not his children
You called him Atanvi, little spark, long before he had ever been born.
Atanvi, even in the womb, was one who was full of life and constantly on the move. He was a baby-to-be that would keep you awake for hours but kicking and rolling, making his presence known.
Atanvi had earned his namesake moments from taking his first breath, kicking and screaming like he was angry at the Great Mother for waking him from the sleep heâd had in your womb.
He was born after three girlsâa son, with three older sisters who doted on him like he was their own. You had loved your boy just as much as Aoânung had, yet your little flame had been a mamaâs boy from the moment he took his first breath.
He was a perfect blend of the Metkayina who fathered him and the Omatikaya mother who birthed him. Blue eyes with swirls of gold like his older sisters, thinner arms and thicker tailsâfeatures that had given his older sisters advantages despite what some in the clan thought.
The little firecracker that had the charming nature of Aoânung and your inescapable stubborn yet powerful attitude. He was his mamaâs shadow, going everywhere you had went while holding onto your tail as if he was going to get lost. He was a child who loved his saânu almost more than he loved his sempu. Although Atanvi had enough room in his heart for both his parents, Aoânung knew you were the favourite.
As the years had passed and Atanvi had grown older, he had desired to chase after the hunters that were a few years older than him. He had watched his uncle Loâak, the mate of the tsahik, fearlessly prepare and go on hunting trips or raids. Atanvi had looked on with stars in his eyes and hopefulness that he too would become a big strong warrior.
He was only 11 when he started pulling away from his saânu, when he had wanted to do more with his Sa'nokĂ€ tsmukanâhis uncle Loâakâthan with you. Atanvi was on the cusp of entering the training roster and being assigned a group he would train with. Aoânung was wise to know that your little boy growing up would have affected you, that it would have tugged on your heart and made your forlorn to seeâeven if you were happy he was strong.
By 11 he had decided that he no longer needed his saânu, his mama, and wanted to be like the other hunters. He had entered the training roster, he had begun to surround himself with future warriors, hunters and scouts for the Metkayina.
It was different with Atanvi than it was with your girlsâyour girls always needed their saânu for advice on courting, on navigating the complexities of stupid boys who thought they were pretty. You had never felt them pulling away from you like Atanvi had, you always had this special bond with your girls that was reminiscent of Aoânungâs bond with his girls.
Atanvi was different, he had seen those big strong hunters like his uncle, and he wanted to be them. He pulled away and you stayed close, offering the comfort of a mother that he never seemed to need.
As much as Atanvi had been trying to distance himself from the embrace of his mother, he had never been disrespectful. He was a little hunter to be who still spoke kindly to his saânok even though he thought he didnât need her anymore.
However, as most growing boys are that think they do not require their saânu hovering, Atanvi had started to change his attitude. He was starting to talk back, ignoring the requests you had given him to help his sisters or help around the marui, to do chores that heâd always done.
Your little boy who once cried whenever he couldnât see you, had started to think that he didnât need to listen to his mama. It hurt you, his growing distance had hurt your heart but you were quiet about your sadness, withholding the truth from Aoânung to spare a fight. You knew that Aoânung would not take the attitude from your boy, just as you knew that Atanvi was going through a phase.
Thatâs why Aoânung was so taken back when he heard Atanviâs disrespect. It had happened when we he 12 and was helping prepare some tools and weapons for a hunting trip. He was supposed to go with his uncle Loâak, Aoânung, Roxto and his sonâthe future mate of Avantiâs older sister.
Aoânung had been checking the nets, crouched by the dock where the rest of the supplies were sitting. In the corner of his eyes he could see Atanvi speaking with Loâak, handing his uncle spears and knives ready to be stored in the canoe. His son was standing as confident as Aoânung had once stood with his thick curls held in a manner like his own, tied with reed wraps you had made him.
âShe is annoying, she will not leave me alone.â At first he had thought his son was talking about a girl, and was Aoânung had almost felt nostalgia over the annoyance that you had felt when Aoânung hung around. The idea he had in his mind when Atanvi was speaking was that there was a little âeveng who had liked him.
âThat is what they do, that is their job.â Loâak had side-eyed Atanvi, the corner of his lips dropping as he frowned.
âShe is always on my ass about eating, or about doing my chores. She babies me. I am tired of it. I am not a baby. I wish saânok would just shut up sometimes.â Atanvi had spoken freely, thinking that his uncle would understand how it felt to have a protective mother.
âWhat did you just say?â Aoânung tosses the net to the dock and rises to his full height, catching the attention of Loâak, Roxto and his son, and Atanvi.
âSempul-â his son knew he had screwed up the moment Aoânung had stood and looked toward Atanvi.
âWhat did you just say about your mother?â Aoânung asked again, hoping to the Great Mother that he had not just heard his son correctly.
âIt is just that she is too much, she is always trying to control-â
âSit down.â Aoânung commands of his son, closing the distance between them, trying to keep composure of himself and the rising protective nature.
âSempul-â
âSit down!â He raises his voice, much like his father had done with many years ago when Loâak had gone to find his spirit brother.
When Aoânung raises his voice, Atanvi flinches and immediately drops to the rattan platform, knees crumpled under him. He is looking at his father with apprehension and a little fear, because he hasnât just insulted his mother but he has insulted the Oloâeyktanâs muntxatan.
âSempul I was just-â
âEnough.â Aoânung raised his hand and breathed through his nose, watching his son with narrowed eyes. âWhy are you talking about your saânok that way? Do you think that is okay? That is is right with the Great Mother?â
âI am not a baby anymore, sempul! I am training to be a hunter, a warrior. She worries too much. Have you eaten? Are you rested enough? You need to do your chores ma itanââ Atanvi is cut off by Aoânungâs growing irritation and a low rumble of his chest as a hiss starts to building.
âShe might be your saânok but she is my muntxate.â Aoânungâs jaw becomes tense, ticking as he grinds his teeth. âYou do not disrespect my wife, I do not care if you are frustrated or you think she is babying you. That is my muntxate, ma itan. My wife.â
âYour saânok does more for you than you understand, and you will one day miss her coddling. You want to be a big strong hunter, you want to be a mighty warrior?â Aoânung crosses his arms over his chest and deflects his attention toward Loâak. âWhat would your dad do if you talked to your mother that way?â
âGround my ass nine ways to Sunday, hell Iâd have my ass kicked.â Loâak does not come to Atanviâs defence, he knows that his nephew is wrong. Just as he knows that there is a state of peace that Atanvi has always known, peace that was not awarded to you.
To Loâak or to Aoânung.
âYou do not talk about my muntxate that way, ma itan.â He is not harsh with his words but he is clearâto Atanvi and anyone else listening. âThat is my wife, and my wife will be respected. Yes?â
Atanvi becomes somber as Aoânung scolds his son and comes to your defence without hearing Atanvi through. He lowers his head and draws his hands from the floor to his thighs, fingers curling against his skin. He is quiet and contemplative until he gathers his thoughts.
âOeru txoa livu, ma sempul.â He lifts his head, an expression crossing his face that makes him look younger than he is trying to be. âKope tsun oe nĂŹtstaw taron hu nga?â
âNo.â Aoânung rises from the crouch he was in and stands before his son, staring down at the little boy, turned future hunter, that you still loved endlessly. âYou will go apologize to her mother and you will tell her how you spoke to her. She will decide if you can still go hunting with us.â
âSempuâŠ.â
âIt it were up to me, you would be looking after the ilu calves for a month but I will leave it up to your mother. If you return by the time we are ready in an hour, then that means she has forgiven you and will allow you to go.â Aoânung tips his head in the direction of your marui, motioning for his son to start walking. âGo, and do not let me catch you speaking of your mother like that again.â
âYes sempul.â Atanvi nods his head and his bottom lip quivers as he turns and begins walking.
As Aoânung watches his son walking back toward the family marui, he knows that he will also have to apologize for not noticing how your son spoke to you.
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SUMMARY, who knew that you â the shyest girl in the clan, could bring the future oloâeyktan to his knees?
â°â†WARNINGS, aoânung is down bad for reader/fluff/suggestive/established relationship/lots of touching/kissing/aoânung is a good boyy//reader is kinda giving heleana from hotd I love it!!
â„ requested by an anon, hope you like it angel <3
Youâre shy, maybe a little too shy. While everyone your age in the clan enjoys hunting and fighting, youâd rather spend your day sitting by the ocean or picking out flowers, searching for the prettiest elements to turn into accessories for your hair.
No one ever judged you for it though, not when most of the time, you had a large shadow standing behind you that belonged to no one other than the future oloâeyktan â otherwise known as your boyfriend, Aoânung.
At first, it came as a surprise to many when you and the prince of the reef started dating, he had a reputation for being a âtough guyâ, while you were one of the quieter girls with peculiar interests. Before the two of you became a pair, members of the clan imagined that Aoânung would find someone who matched his fierce character, perhaps a skilled hunter like himself but turns out, you were just the thing he needed, as well as the only person who could see right through his âtoughâ act.
The differences between the two of you were evident, yet they only drew you closer together. Although you barely spoke, even before your first interaction, he seemed to know a lot about you while you on the other hand, knew very little about him, who was significantly louder than you.
The future oloâeyktan had an outgoing personality, accustomed to always being the centre of attention â you, kept to yourself and relished the peaceful moments by the ocean. He was in the middle of every festival, you were sat in the corner, entertaining yourself with a small creature that rested in the palm of your hand. What the metkayina prince appreciated most about your shyness, was how no one else was able get a proper conversation out of you, not the way he could.
Aoânung would lay leaned back in the sand, his eyes full of admiration, as you would run over to him, excited to show him the beautiful pieces you had collected. He was never a listener, no, he could talk for hours but when it came to you, everything flipped, suddenly nothing he had to say mattered anymore because all he wanted was to listen to you speak.
He could never deny you either, not when you looked at him with those big glossy eyes of yours, so anything you asked for, he would do. The first time his family witnessed this, Ronal thought her pregnancy was causing her to see things while Tonowariâs eyes widened in disbelief at his sonâs obedience to his girlfriend, silently attempting to communicate across the table with Tsierya, but she didnât seem amused. By now, all of Awaâatlu had noticed the change in Aoânung who would follow you around like a lost puppy.
Some might even say he was whipped â not to his face, of course. His behavior never softened for anyone else, if anything, it grew harsher every second he wasnât with you, the only one who could unlock that gentler side of him.
Although no one mentioned it out loud, many members of the clan admired you for somehow bringing a man, as stubborn as yours, to his knees with just a bat of your lashes.
ââ .âŠ
Aoânung has been annoyed all day, shouting at his friends for the smallest mistakes during training as if he already was oloâeyktan. However his best friend, who has known him his whole life, immediately connected the dots that it had something to do with you.
âHave you seen her today, bro?â
Rotxo asked, questioning the clearly irritated man next to him, slightly leaning away in case Aoânung would smack him again for mentioning you.
Luckily enough, he didnât.
âNo.â He sighed, his response bland but still far better than the physical assault he had bestowed on the shorter boy beside him earlier. Rotxo knew that the only way to get his friend out of his bad mood (so that he couldnât take it out on him anymore) was to encourage him to leave his duties a bit earlier and find you, his anchor.
âIâll cover for you, go talk to her cuz.â He smiled, not because heâd done good deed for his best friend, but because heâd finally be able to speak freely without being on the receiving end of a death stare each time he opened his mouth.
Before heading toward the direction of where he knew youâd be, Aoânung stopped and patted the shorter male on the shoulder in gratitude, âThanks man, I owe you.â Loâakâs and Spiderâs slang really did seem to be rubbing off on everyoneâŠ
đâïž to sum it up,
no you = angry aoânung = everyone scared
On the other hand, unlike Aoânung whose entire day depended on whether you chose to acknowledge him or not, you have been enjoying your afternoon. The sunlight flickered across your back as you took small steps into the ocean, carefully slipping in, your mind focused on retrieving that seashell you had set your sights on. The water closed around you like a second skin, rising from your ankles to your waist as you waded deeper.
Ignoring the fact that you were not the best swimmer, you continued to go more and more into the cool water â reminding yourself of how wonderful that seashell would look on Aoânungâs loincloth (which was the only reason you were doing this) for motivation. Taking one last steady breath, you fully dove beneath the surface, the sounds of everything around you dissolving into a muted hush as you moved closer to your goal.
You werenât someone who took risks by any means, more like someone who, once set their mind on something, acted on impulse, which tended to really bother your boyfriend who worried for you. You could almost hear his voice in the back of your head telling you to turn back, but with the water pulling at you and your prize somewhere below, your instincts took over, turning him out and guiding you deeper without any thought. After all, what kind of metkayina were you if you couldnât handle a little bit of water?
A smile formed on your lips when you finally spotted the seashell, reaching for it with your hand â you were so close, just a stretch away, only a small lean forward from making the vision of Aoânung in a sexy loincloth that matched yours, a reality. So close justâ
Suddenly, a voice from the shore broke through the peaceful silence of the ocean, making you pause mid dive as you questioned whether it was real or your imagination. Unfortunately for you, it was very real. You must have jinxed it with how much you were thinking of him because you recognised the distorted voice calling out to you as the one of your boyfriendâs. Was he not supposed to be on duty?
Your heart began to race when you heard familiar sound again, which was exactly the opposite of what should be happening while you were underwater. You urgently kicked upward, swimming toward the surface, already aware of the scolding that awaited you, that is if he can resist giving into your glossy eyes, which he never usually could. Ewya had gifted you with big, doe-like eyes, and you knew just how to use them to get what you wanted.
Peeking your head out of the water to gasp for air, you see Aoânung who is visibly pissed, jumping into the water after you. Only then did you realise just how far youâd actually swum â you could say that your boyfriend was sometimes great motivation. With each deliberate stroke, you moved closer to your lover, meanwhile planning on how you could manipulate him into not being upset with you.
The feeling of a warm hand colliding with your hip made you shriek, immediately snapping you out off your thoughts. For a moment, you almost forgot that Aoânung was known as the fastest swimmer in the clan for a reason.
âAoânung!â You exclaimed, pretending you hadnât noticed the irritated expression on his face. He looks so hot when heâs mad.
Instead of greeting you wish a kiss like he typically would, he firmly grabbed you by the waist, trapping your body against his.
âYawne,â he said sharply, âhow could you be so reckless?â
âIââ
He quickly cuts you off, his grip around you tightening, âNo, I leave my duties early thinking we could spend time togther but instead I find you half way outside the reef.â
He takes a deep breath, trying to his best to keep his composure so he doesnât accidentally raise his voice, âDo you have any idea how many Akula lurk here at this time of day?â
Not giving you time to answer, Aoânung tried to continue, but the moment he met your glossy gaze, he froze. You were looking at him with a soft expression, fluttering your lashes as if daring him to say what he had been about to.
Donât give in Aoânung, donât give in, she could have hurt herself, this is serious.
Fuck, but sheâs too cute
One of his hands lifted slowly, cupping your face, instant regret consuming his features, âPaskalin, Iâm sorry, I was just worried that you couldâve been hurt, IâI would never forgive myself if that happened and I werenât there to save you.â
You put your smaller hand over his, gently caressing it with your thumb in a comforting way, before opening your mouth to speak, âIâm sorry, Ma Aoânung you were just worried, itâs my faultââ
To prevent you from blaming yourself any further, he crashed his lips against yours, using it as an excuse to pull you closer to his chest. If there was one thing the prince of the reef hated more than anything, it was you putting yourself down when in his eyes, you were an angel and could do no wrong.
âNothingâs your fault, weâll just forget this happened, tanhi.â He murmured into the kiss, not knowing that this had all been apart of your plan. At hearing his words, you tried your hardest not to grin so instead you just kissed him back with even more passion, playing with his hair as your tounges fought for dominance. You secretly loved how âwhippedâ your boyfriend was for you, you could do as much as bat your lashes at him and heâd be on his knees, calling you his princess â his future TsahĂŹk.
You whine as he pulls away to take a breath. This time, when he leans in itâs not to kiss you, instead Aoânung nuzzles his face into your neck, one of his hands sneakily travelling to the curve of your ass to embrace you into a hug. Now that he couldnât see your face, you smirked to yourself at how oblivious your boyfriend was to your techniques.
âMhm, you smell so good, princess.â He whispers, inhaling your scent. The feeling of Aoânungâs hot breath against your skin causes your tail to instinctively curl around his muscular leg, making him let out a small chuckle. âSomeoneâs eager.â
You met his comment with a death stare, so to please you, he immediately wiped the smirk from his face, an act of obedience that earned him a kiss on the cheek.
âSo paskalin, what made you swim all the way out here?â He asks teasingly, bending down to place kisses on your shoulder while awaiting for your answer.
âWell I really wanted to get this seashellââ
He didnât wait for you to finish your sentence, his posture snapped straight, his gaze locking onto your pretty, glossy eyes as if silently urging you to tell him exactly what you wanted needed him to do.
Without you even having to say a word, his hand gave your ass one last gentle squeeze before he dived under the water, determined to fetch the seashell you asked for.
Who wouldâve guessed that the tough, mean to everyone, future oloâeyktan was secretly such a good boy?
As a French , THAT'S SO REAL BRO AAAAAAAAAAAA Our players were so bad wtff. We lost 0â2 to Spain We're actually so trash euweuhegehwuehgeuuuuuu *french tears*đŠ
It's okay⊠at least we didn't lose to Argentina.... It's fine, it was Spain.
I love the Spanish anyway it's cool...yeah cool...đïžđïžđïž
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This part of The One Who's Running The Show hits so different now that we know Jax's backstory. She thinks she killed her mother. She never got to find out for sure but Jax pushed, her mother fell and didn't get up, and then Jax fled the scene. And now Caine's putting her on an electric chair--an execution for a murderer. I'm gonna scream aaaaaaaaaa
CW: Jack acting like an actual dog/wolf but still being the most incredible beautiful boyfriend in the world, Rookvil (My beautiful boys)
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It was a slow day at Night Raven College, you had finished up all your classes and Vil had invited you to Pomefiore for tea and gossip. Vil had practically adopted you as a mentee for all things beauty and social after being so deeply moved by your beauty (he wasn't the only one).
So here you were, sitting under a gazebo on a warm afternoon with the Pomefiore housewarden sipping tea from ornate teacups.
"I must ask, Y/n," Vil started, setting down his teacup. "You're seeing Jack Howl, correct?"
You nodded and sipped your tea.
"Almost 8 months now." You smiled with small patches of heat forming on your cheeks.
"Right, good for you," He continues. "But is he more a boyfriend," Vil rests his chin on the back of his hand. "Or a pet?"
You thought that would be the type of question to offend you, but it actually got you thinking.
"I don't know," You pondered. "He's mostly very sweet."
Jack had his arm around your shoulders as you watched a movie in the Ramshackle common room. His eyes kept drifting away from the TV screen to you as you lay your head against his chest. You glanced up briefly and caught him staring down lovingly at you.
"What are you looking at?" You raised a cheeky eyebrow at him.
"You." He replied with even more cheek.
"Stop watching me and watch the movie," You gestured to the screen. "You know I hate it when people keep asking questions during a movie."
He let out a gruff chuckle and leaned his head against yours.
"Ok then."
You grabbed the remote and turned the volume up.
"Then again he does shed a lot." You shrugged. Vil let out an amused huff of laughter.
"Sheds?"
"Yes, sheds."
Cleaning Ramshackle was a task you weren't exactly excited to do but it was a necessary woe. That woe got worse when you kept finding strands of silver fur in the carpet, your clothes, and in your bed. With a heavy sigh, you yelled.
"JACK LUPUS HOWL!"
It was followed by a thud as Jack tripped over his own feet while cleaning. He wasn't uncoordinated, just terrified of hearing his government name in the same tone his mother used to scold him with.
"Uh y-yeah!" He replied, fear in his usually intimidating voice.
"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SHEDDING!"
Jack sighed.
"I can't help it!"
"I swear to Jesus Christ himself I'll start making you wear a plastic bag!"
Jack wasn't entirely sure who Jesus Christ was, but he got the idea.
"Wow so like, actually sheds?" Vil continued to question.
"Yes, it's a nightmare."
"Ok, well what about love languages?" Before you could give Vil an answer, Rook approached the gazebo with a porcelain platter, little pastries carefully arranged on the surface.
"Care for some petites douceurs?" Vil gave him a look that you would only see in romantic noirs and Rook reciprocated.
"Thankyou, Darling." Vil said as Rook placed the platter on the table.
"Thank you, Rook!" You smiled politely as he headed back into the main building. "Wow, he really loves taking care of you huh?"
Vil nodded.
"It gets excessive at times but he does love to dote on me."
"Ugh, you two are like actual power couple goals."
"Enough about my love life, I want to get back to yours."
You giggled and thought for a moment.
"I guess Jack is pretty into the "whole acts of service" thing as well."
Why Vil decided that you needed to wear heels to the Scarabia party is beyond your comprehension. The little buckle was evading your press ons and you were honestly considering going barefoot at this point. Jack walked into the bedroom, dressed up for the party, and saw you struggling.
"Here, let me help you." He gets on one knee in front of you and gently lifts your foot to prop against his leg. Jack tightened the strap with ease, looking up at you to make sure it wasn't too tight which you assured him it wasn't. He nodded and repeated the process with your other heel.
Jack set you foot down with a gentle pat to your calf as he offered his hand to help you stand up. You looped your arm around his as you made your way to the party.
"I'm still blaming you for that," You took a bite of one of the little pastries Rook had delivered, chewing and swallowing before speaking. "those heels hurt like shit."
"But you felt beautiful in them right?"
"...yeah..." You still pointed an accusatory finger at him. "But they still hurt."
"Don't point, My Dear, it's rude."
"Sorry."
In the early hours of the morning, you were incredibly tired as you left the party with Jack. It didn't look like Kalim was settling down anytime soon so Jamil took the liberty of leading you guys out of the dorm.
"Thanks for coming guys," He said. "I know this isn't really your kind of thing Jack."
"It's rude to turn down an invitation." Jack shrugged.
"Yeah, Sebek said he couldn't make it to this one and guess who had to hear about it?" Jamil pressed his lips together in a tight, irritated line.
You hissed through your teeth.
"Shit, sorry about that, we'll bully him about it next time we see him."
Jack looked at you, slightly confused and concerned.
"No we won't."
"No we won't." You repeated, now looking blankly at Jamil.
"Please do," He raised his hand in a lazy wave as he turned to head back inside. "Get back safe!"
You and Jack waved back to him.
"Good luck, Jamil!" You called before turning around to head to the mirror portal. You took one step and immediately felt a sharp pain in your heel that reverberated through your leg. You made a strange sound that Jack immediately caught.
"Are you okay, Babe?" Jack held you steady in fear that you might fall over.
"My feet hurt..." You leaned against him, too tired to lie. Before you could say anything else, he scooped you up bridal style. You lacked the energy to fight back so you gave in and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into it.
"Poor girl." He couldn't help but chuckle.
"Don't laugh at me...!" You whined continued to laugh at your tired state.
"Sorry gorgeous." He smiled down at you, tail swaying behind him.
Vil nodded.
"So maybe he isn't completely hopeless."
"Vil." You deadpanned.
"What? I'm stating truth aren't I?" Vil snickers as you roll your eyes. "You can't blame me, I thought he was exclusively howling at the moon and chasing squirrels."
"Squirrels? No. Grimm? Yes. Howling at the moon?" You rocked your head to the side. "Sometimes."
You were already half asleep on top of Jack in the middle of the night as he stared out the window, drawing little shapes on your back with his fingers. It was a full moon and a howl was scratching at the back of his throat but he suppressed it as to not disturb you from your sleep. He knew the wolves at Savanaclaw would be howling to their heart's content but he was pissed at his roommates, so he opted to stay with you in Ramshackle.
Jack's ears perked up at the sounds of wild wolves howling in the woods. Jack bit the insides of his cheeks to hold the sound back. He felt you stir on top of him and then heard your soft, sleepy voice.
"Go ahead, I don't mind."
Jack smiled and pressed a featherlight kiss against your hair. He cleared his throat before covering your ears with his large hands, knowing how loud his howls could be. Looking to the window, he let the low sound erupt from his throat, head tilting back to fully satisfy the urge.
When he was done, Jack removed his hands from your ears and gently stroked your face with his thumbs.
"Thanks Baby, you really are the best."
Jack held you closer against him as he was now finally ready to go to sleep.
"There is also this thing he does." You said.
"What thing?"
"Like it's a whole process..."
The rain was pouring outside Ramshackle and the devious duo (Ace and Deuce) haven't come to annoy you yet, so you were feeling a rare sense of peace as you cooked breakfast for yourself and Jack.
He was usually an early riser but whenever he stayed with you, that habit melted instantly. The pan was sizzling hot from the blue fire you made Grim make to light the stove since it was basically 100 years old. A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and Jack pressed a tired kiss to your temple. His tongue poked out from between his lips and pressed against your skin, not a lick, just a little tap. It was something you noticed he did when he was sleepy. The kiss was followed by him leaning down and nuzzling his nose into your shoulder.
"Good morning to you too." You giggled. You felt the slight movement from Jack's hips as his tail wagged behind him. It was quiet moments like this among the chaos that seemed to follow you that you cherished most.
"And then we'd sit down and have breakfast together."
"That's sweet but you still haven't answered my first question," Vil said, sipping his tea once again before setting it down. "Which one? Boyfriend or pet?"
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Anaxa, Aventurine, Blade, Sunday, Caelus, Phainon, and Dan Heng/Imbib x Reader
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Anaxa
The heretic and blasphemer... Despite having such a negative reputation, he truly didn't reflect it in bed with you. His arms would hold your body against his so snugly, refusing to let go of you. Oh, you thought you could just get up in the middle of the night to get a cup of water? Too bad. He was too comfortable right now.
"Mm... Where the dromas are you going...? It's too late for this..." Anaxa grumbled, shifting to cling to you tighter. Harder. Closer. It didn't matter to him as you continued to try and squirm out of his hold.
"Anaxa, I'm just getting up for water..." You murmured back, voice sleepy and tired from having just woken up. He didn't say anything about the name. He never did when it came to you.
"You can get water later. Your hydration level is fine right now. Your hunger as well. As a scholar, I review, follow your data closely, and write these things meticulously down, you know. I checked your schedule for tomorrow, and for the next three months. You need more rest, otherwise it'll create a domino effect. Also, with our combined body heat, it will create the perfect temperature for comfortable sleeping and-"
"Shut up. And how do you know my schedule for the next three months?"
Aventurine
This rich man. He spoils you in every way possible, and that includes in the bedroom. The bed is made of the finest, softest materials, and silk sheets accompany it.
Aventurine only stretches comfortably on the bed, waiting for you to join him as if he hadn't just spent an amount that most people would consider to be their entire life's savings.
Of course, who were you to refuse? You had everything that you wanted, and he was so good to you today, as he was every day.
"Darling~ I want you here by my side, sweetheart. I'm tired after all that spending, and I need some cuddles to regain some of my strength..."
You merely deadpan, your soft mood vanishing as you amusedly watched him be all dramatic as usual. How cute. You supposed he was just that needy, after all.
You slip under the covers, the silk sheets rubbing against you nicely as always. So incredibly soft. He did know how to spend his money...
The moment you got into the bed, he wrapped his arms around you, exhaling in bliss, rubbing his cheek against yours like an affectionate cat, "I love it when it's just me and you..."
"Just me and you forever, right?" Aventurine murmured, gently pulling you closer into his arms.
Blade
After a long and rough day, all Blade needs and wants is just to hold you in his arms in bed and relax with you. He's like a moody, grumpy cat that turns into a needy little kitty suddenly whenever he's in your arms.
Truly, you soothe him. He wants to be with you for all of eternity. Perhaps he could find a way to make you immortal? Or were you already immortal?
He's a soft man underneath the cold, hard exterior. He doesn't even mind when you call him Bladie or Yingxing. Whatever you call him, he doesn't mind when it comes to you.
Blade relaxes in your hold, his arms wrapped possessively around your body, already feeling himself let go. Oh, you were the perfect darling.
He laid perfectly still, content to be snug against you as you rambled on about your day to him. He loves your voice, you should talk more. He wasn't a man of many words himself. He was more content to listen to your voice instead, his beloved.
"Mm." Blade quietly hummed, making sure you knew that he was listening, as always. He nuzzled his head like a cat against you, affectionate as usual.
Blade would do anything to keep you.
Stay with him Stay with him Stay with him
Ah, this was eternal bliss.
Sunday
During the early stages of your relationship with Sunday, he would intensely blush and be flustered, wings twitching and hiding his face every time you even so much as shifted against him in bed. He was so cute, the poor angel.
Now that he was more used to and comfortable with you, he eagerly awaited your touch every night, waiting for what you allowed him to have. He'd take any scraps of your love.
"Darling... Are you ready for bed?" Sunday murmured, hands already reaching out to hold you by the waist. He couldn't help it. You were so irresistible to him.
He could only cutely smile, a lovesick expression in his eyes as you reciprocated his hug, guiding him to the bed. He quietly exhaled, immediately relaxing further as he held you against him once in bed.
"Mm... I love you." Sunday mumbled, his voice muffled as he pressed his face against you. He was obsessed and so, so in love. He didn't care about anything else when he was with you. No other thoughts buzzing around. No other stresses. Your presence was so addicting.
Preen him. Praise him. Hug him. Do whatever you want with him.
Please keep him forever. He's a just a needy little angel. Or birb. Whatever you want him to be, he could be for you.
He never wants to lose your interest.
Sunday is yours, don't forget that <3
Caelus
This raccoon... Caelus is always oddly eager whenever you're around, smiling like a schoolboy with a crush. March 7th would always tease him for it, but he never minded. Who was he to care when he could drag you around to forage through the trashcans? It was the best thing for him to do!
But even raccoons needed rest after a long day of going through other people's trashes... He would snuggle up to you contently, hugging you in bed as he excitedly started recounting what he had found through trashcans. Or maybe just his day in general. The trashcan treasures were more of a preferable topic for him, however.
Caelus nuzzled against you, affectionately rubbing his head against your soft skin, "And so I then found a naked chicken plushie that was wearing a maid costume that was actually a portable tent that also had restorative treatments like face masks and surgeries! Hey, do you think I could sell it and have someone try it out for me-?"
"What are you on about? Go to sleep, Caelus."
"But sweetheart, this is important! Don't you want to hear about the dancing rats that I found in the streets as well?"
Your poor raccoon was too far gone. Just cuddle him and go to sleep.
Phainon
This adorable, fluffy white puppy. He practically drags you to the bedroom any chance he gets with a wide smile on his face, always eager and excited to cuddle.
"Come on! I wanna cuddle and snuggle up and-!"
"Alright, alright. You're already dragging me there anyway." You smiled, amused by his eagerness. He was always like this. Either out and about, battling and challenging Mydei or doing silly, cute stuff just for the sake of your smile, always wanting your attention and to please you. The flowers and gifts he bought you the other day were still sat on the bedside table.
"Sunshine, guess what?! I saw these cute little trinkets today at this shop and I think we should go there tomorrow! I can show you around there, and I bet you'd love it! Oh, and-!"
Phainon continued to ramble, excitedly talking about anything and everything, wanting to keep your attention on him. You only hummed in response, gently petting his head and running your fingers through the silky locks.
"I also challenged Mydei to another sauna competition where we see who can stay in the hot water the longest! Just to prove how competent I am, I'll even throw on an inflatable unicorn costume over my armor!"
"...Sweetheart, no."
Dan Heng/Imbib
So cute. Really, he was like a puppy, except in dragon form. Dan Heng didn't mind sleeping with you in either form. Whatever you wanted was his command. Though, he did secretly like being in his dragon form around you. In bed, his dragon tail would wrap around your form, trapping you oh so sweetly against him.
Dragons are possessive of their mate and treasures, after all. You're considered both in his eyes.
Dan Heng gently rubbed his cheek against yours cutely, his tail wrapping tighter around your body. How could he not? You were just so perfect and snug against him... The perfect match.
Besides, when he was in this particular draconic form, he had more of a hold on you. Metaphorically and literally. He lets you play with his horns and tail, and he gets to literally trap you in his arms and tail at the same time, preventing you from escaping his very much needed and necessary daily cuddling.
"Darling... What do you think about hatching a baby Vidyadhara?"
"Where would we get a Vidyadhara egg?"
Dan Heng only averts his eyes, a light blush coating his cheeks. Must you have him say it out loud to you?
"Well... You're my mate, so... You could just do some things with me and-"
"Night."
Dan Heng only pouted at that, gently huffing against your skin, "The offer's still up whenever you want it... You know I get particularly needy at certain points."
How mean. Couldn't you just indulge this poor, needy, and sensitive little dragon?
Greetings, fellow writer of the internet, I was curious to know if it is alright to request the Housewardens and Jamil from Twisted Wonderland x gn Reader, where the Housewardens and Jamil are trying their absolute best to hide their growing feelings for the reader, but their affection keeps slipping through in the small gestures they do for the reader, such gestures like lingering touches, remembering tiny details, or soft smiles they didnât mean to show, etc.? I just absolutely love this concept; It makes my stomach flutter with joy!!!
ââ ââ â TWST HOUSEWARDENS - WAYS YOU CAN TELL THEY LIKE YOU
ââ ââ â AUTHORS NOTE Twin, where have I been? I have been renovating my room and working full-time. Sorry for my absence, though no one probably noticed lol, I am back now. And also âïžđ€ I feel like this is some of my best work, not to pat myself on the back. I researched writing tips and stuff cause I wanna cook for yâall.
ââ ââ â RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
Riddle absolutely thinks heâs being subtle about his feelings. Spoiler: he is not.
At first, itâs tiny things. Like, microscopic.
Heâll stand a little closer to you than he does to anyone else. Not close enough to break a rule, of course, but close enough that Cater raises an eyebrow every time.
Whenever you talk to him, he answers a little too quickly. Like he was already listening for your voice before you even said his name.
He absolutely tries to keep his tone even and proper, but every now and then, he slips and sounds⊠soft?
Not âRiddle Rosehearts, Perfect Prefect of Heartslabyulâ soft, but âboy with a crush who has no idea what to do about itâ soft :/
Sometimes heâll do this thing where he gives you a compliment but phrases it like itâs just an objective observation.
âYour handwriting isâadequate.â
Translation: heâs trying not to say âyou look cuteâ and failing miserably.
But the real kicker is the way he looks at you when he thinks youâre not paying attention.
Soft, warm, totally enamoured â like heâs letting himself feel everything he refuses to say out loud.
The second you look his way, though?
He straightens up, clears his throat again (this boy is singlehandedly hydrating himself by clearing his throat), and pretends he was absolutely not admiring you from five feet away.
We let him pretend.
Heâs cute. Heâs trying.
And one day, heâs absolutely going to crack and spill everything in one breath.
ââ ââ â LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
Leona thinks heâs being smooth about hiding his feelings.
He is, in fact, being about as subtle as a brick.
At first, itâs the little things he swears no one will notice.
Like how he suddenly âjust happensâ to nap in the exact places you like to hang out.
Pure coincidence, of course. Definitely not planning. Leona would never.
Heâll be lying there with his arm over his eyes, pretending he didnât track your schedule down to the minute.
You show up?
âOh. Didnât see you there.â
Leona, you absolutely did. He heard you coming from across campus.
And if anyone calls him out? Instant denial.
âWhat, you think I care? Donât be stupid.â
Meanwhile he is actively glaring at anyone who stands within two feet of you.
But the biggest giveaway? His tail.
That thing has zero poker face.
When you sit beside him, itâll flick once like heâs annoyed⊠but then curl around your ankle like it has a mind of its own.
Heâll pretend heâs asleep so he doesnât have to explain it.
ââ ââ â AZUL ASHENGROTTO
Azul swears heâs keeping his feelings under control.
And, honestly? He tries.
But the man is about as subtle as a contract with fine print in size 6 font.
At first, it shows in how he suddenly pays a little too much attention to you.
Like, you mention something once, and he has it memorized like itâs part of a business deal.
Your favourite drink? Always stocked.
Your schedule? He somehow knows it better than you
He acts perfectly composed, of course.
Or⊠tries to.
Because every time you compliment him, he does that weird âpushes his glasses up and looks awayâ thing like heâs buffering.
He starts offering you âspecial discountsâ at the Lounge.
Which would be normal⊠except youâre the only one getting them.
âOh, itâs just a promotional offer.â :D
Azul, babe, no promotion on earth is âfor (Y/N) only.â
We let him pretend.
Heâs cute when he thinks heâs being smooth.
ââ ââ â KALIM AL ASIM
Kalim doesnât hide his affection so much as he thinks he is.
Thereâs a difference.
A very adorable difference.
At first, itâs the way he lights up whenever you walk into a room.
Not a normal smile. No, no.
A full sunshine-level beam like someone just told him every day is his birthday now.
He tries to act casual, but Kalimâs version of âcasualâ is⊠loud.
Heâll excitedly wave you over from across the hall, nearly knocking Jamil over in the process.
âOh! Come sit with me!â :D
Totally subtle.
He remembers everything you like and immediately turns it into a celebration.
You mentioned once that you enjoy a certain snack? Boom. He orders a whole platter for the dorm.
Said you like a certain color?
Congratulations, heâs wearing it the next day.
âOh wow, what a coincidence!â :D
Kalim, please.
If someone else tries to monopolize your attention? He doesnât get jealous, exactly.
He just appears at your side out of thin air with a smile that says, 'Iâm here now! Pay attention to me instead!'
Heâs like an affectionate teleporting golden retriever.
ââ ââ â JAMIL VIPER
Jamil actually tries to hide his affection.
Not like Leona âpretend I donât careâ hiding or Kalimâs âI forgot Iâm supposed to hide itâ hiding.
No. Jamil hides it like itâs a state secret punishable by death.
At first, it shows in how he pays attention to you just a little too closely.
Heâll act like he just happened to notice you skipped lunchâŠ
Right before he slides a plate your way without making eye contact.
âItâs extra. If you donât want it, throw it out.â
Jamil, this meal has your love language all over it.
But the real giveaways? His reactions.
You make him laugh, genuinely laugh, and he immediately looks away like it was a crime.
Jamil acts like smiling at you too much is going to get him arrested.
If someone else gets too close to you?
Jamil doesnât get jealous. he gets competitive. Silent, deadly, competitive.
Suddenly, heâs next to you, subtly out-performing whoever dared to take your attention with a smile that is absolutely not a smile.
ââ ââ â VIL SHOENHEIT
Vil insists he is in complete control of his emotions.
Naturally.
He is elegance. He is poise. He is composure... and he is also so painfully obvious about liking you that even Epel noticed.
EPEL.
At first, itâs the hyper-specific attention.
Heâs always correcting your posture, brushing lint off your shoulder, fixing your collar, just small touches he claims are âfor presentation.â
Sure, Vil. Totally not an excuse to be close to them at all.
He watches you like a hawk in the most caring way possible.
You skip breakfast? He knows.
You look tired? Suddenly, thereâs a vitamin drink in your hands with âdrink thisâ written all over his face.
âYou need to take better care of yourself,â he says, sounding only 40% exasperated and 60% concerned.
He pretends itâs all for your health and image, but he is absolutely worrying about you like itâs his full-time job.
He also softens around you without meaning to.
His voice dips, his lectures shorten, and sometimes, just sometimes, he lets out genuine, unfiltered laughs.
Little ones, but still.
Vil Schoenheit letting himself relax in your presence is basically a love confession.
ââ ââ â IDIA SHROUD
Idia thinks heâs hiding his crush flawlessly. He truly believes he is the stealthiest man alive.
In reality?
Ortho knows.
The ghosts in Ignihyde know.
The vending machines probably know.
At first, itâs tiny things.
Like how he suddenly appears online the exact second you do.
âOh wow, what a coincidence,â he says, while literally sweating.
Idia, please. He has push notifications on for your login. We know.
He starts sending you memes. Normal. Fine.
Except theyâre ALWAYS perfectly tailored to your humour, and he sends them instantly, like heâs been waiting with the link copied to clipboard for hours.
Whenever you come to Ignihyde, his hair flames go from âsoft blueâ to âneon panic modeâ in record time.
Heâll spin in his chair like, âOhâuhâdidnât hear you come in!â (ïœĄïčïœĄ")
Sir, you jumped like someone fired a cannon.
He tries to act cool by being âdetached.â
You ask him a question, and heâs like, âYeah, whatever, I guessâŠâ
while literally typing a paragraph of internal screaming in his mental chatbox.
Stop, he's so cute.
ââ ââ â MALLEUS DRACONIA
Malleus truly believes he is being subtle.
Heâs ancient, powerful, dignified.
Surely he can hide a simple crush... He cannot.
Everyone in Diasomnia figured it out before he did.
At first, itâs the way he just appears wherever you are. Completely by âcoincidence.â
You go for an evening walk? Boom. There he is, emerging from the mist.
âAh, Child of Man. Fancy meeting you here.â :)
Malleus, please.
He asks you questions. SO many questions.
Things no normal person would think to ask.
âWhat brings you joy?â âWhat colours do you like least?â âHave you dreamed recently?â
Heâs collecting lore about you like youâre an ancient artifact he discovered.
He brings you gifts constantly, but pretends they are nothing.
A rare flower that blooms once every century. A hand-carved charm infused with protective magic. A little gem from his hoard.
âI happened upon this and thought you might appreciate it.â Sir. This is a priceless ancient relic.
He lights up when you say his name. Literally. His magic flickers, the air shifts, his smile grows just a bit too fast.
Itâs like heâs been waiting centuries just to hear you acknowledge him.
Heâs too precious and too hopelessly in love to call out.
Prompt: Thereâs a myth that states our moles and birth marks are on the parts of us our past lovers kissed//loved the most. SoâŠin your next reincarnation, where would those moles appear?
A/N: Took a shot at some fresh facesâŠand eased my brain rot. Ah. I feel lighter already
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Riddle yearns for you like a gentleman watching his most desired prospect from across the ballroom. Deep down his inner rebellious twin wants nothing more than to take your lips at any given moment. To assert himself across the expanse and whisk you off where there are no distractions. That is unfortunately a daringness found only in another lifetimeâŠalthough his restraint ebbs as time chips away. He insists on holding your hand with perfect form, thumb aligned, posture straight, but the aecond he lifts your knuckles to his lips, something in him softens. There âs rebellion in the way he kisses each joint, lingering just a moment too long; thereâs yearning in the way his thumb smooths over your skin afterward. To him, your knuckles are where he first felt daring, where he learned the quiet thrill of affection that breaks one rule. Such poised affection never fails to leave your heart pounding, as does his subtle smirk each time you flush.
In the next life, a graceful rose-tinted streak stretches across your knuckles. As if someone swiped a permanent blush of color with their thumb.
ââŠIn another life, should you forget everything else⊠let there be a mark here. This is where I held you when I finally gathered the courage. I want that moment to stay.â
Trey finds your back to be the perfect resting post. He drapes across your shoulders with no need for the middle man known as permission. Hands sit at your waist ready to mold a spot and stay for hours. Yet they donât remain for long once his eyes are closed and lips trace the slope of your trapezius. Thank the gods most hours are spent in privacy, because he can never resist the urge to kiss the curve of your shoulders and linger many moments longer than appropriate.
In the next life, twin moles sit on opposite sides of your shoulders. As if someone pecked the spots in farewell before reluctantly pulling away.
âHeh⊠if weâre reborn, I hope you get a little mark on your shoulders. Thatâs where I always steady you, right? So even if Iâm not there yet, youâll feel like someoneâs got your back.â
Cater enjoys nothing more than seeing the most exposed parts of you. Candid moments that couldnât possibly be altered by anything other than him. His cheeky pecks are placed strategically over each poking bone, one finger pulling your waistband down far enough to reach his favorite place. He leaves a bite that doesnât need any effort to be hidden away. Yet he knows it is there and eagerly awaits his own matching set.
In the next life, there is a diamond shaped mark along your right hip bone. As if someone pinched the skin too long, waiting for the day their mark would finally lay down roots.
âOkay, call me cheesy, but - if we get round two at life, I hope you have a cute lilâ mark on your hip. Thatâs where I always and poke you âcause itâs, like⊠my favorite soft spot.â
Deuce seeks your lips like one does a cellphone signal on a deserted island. Your first kiss left him shipwrecked with no means of returning back to the life from which he came. He adores how you melt into him, when you grasp at his blazer for support and your knees grow weak. Your lips are more reward for his hard work than any trophy or praise. Deuce is a simple, greedy man. He will not shy from your affection once heâs been exposed to how wonderful it makes him feel. Every opportunity is seized like it might be his last, because deep down he fears that one day it may be.
In the next life, you are born with a split lower lip. As if someone latched on, biting until they were forced to let go.
âIf I mess up and we donât end up together next time⊠then maybe youâll have a mark on your lips. So youâll remember that I - I really loved kissing you. Even if I was nervous.â
Ace plays his tricks best when there is no one else around to catch him in the act. Not a soul in sight is there to steal your attention, and surely no thought or reason compares when he makes a canvas out of your stomach. He thrives on how your muscles tense with laughter, pulling you down so he can kiss from belly button to ribs. It never fails to earn all your attention, letting some linger and purposefully guiding your shirt up for better access. His attack always ends with a kiss morphed into blowing a raspberry. Your poor excuse for a glare sweeter than any fruit, and even better once it melts to a wobbly smile.
In the next life, a heart shaped birthmark sits right next to your belly button. Itâs a dead give away to your most ticklish spot, as if someone already discovered your secret and never forgot to abuse it.
âTch - fine, fine. If I gotta make a wish or whatever? Then I hope you get a mark on your stomach. âCause thatâs where I always dunk my head when you laugh like a dying seagull - yeesh! Ow! Ow! Okay! âCause itâs soft, alright?! âŠSheesh.â
Leonaâs best caught when you are unaware. Which means his most tender affection is a secret between him and your dreams. When his body is grounded by an âotherworldlyâ pressure, making reality move slow enough that sunset might never come. Not when youâre in his arms - relaxed and curled against him - and suddenly he can hold the world in his hands. Leonaâs tail purposefully coils around your waist, his fingers leather-clad and gentle as he brushes the hair from your neck. One goal on his mind once your scent hits with a wave of euphoria, and his lips brush your nape before he thinks any better of it. His lips linger - greedy for every second - as his eyes close and other senses take over. His breath against your skin, the brush of a fang, the lazy drag of his fingers along your hairline⊠this is the kind of intimacy he understands. Something simple. Something real. Something instinctive. You wake to his forehead pressed against the spot, âgenuineâ snores biding his time with his precious, âotherworldlyâ weight.
In the next life, a faint, tawny mark curls along the nape of your neck like the echo of a possessive nuzzle. Such a tender spot tucked away, your vitals protected as if the world knew someone would earn your trust and discover it. That they would protect you too.
ââŠTch. If youâre gonna forget everything else, then at least remember that spot. Itâs where I rest my head when Iâm tired. Best pillow I ever had⊠so youâll remember who you belong with.â
Ruggie has access to the tastiest snack on campus. All he has to do is slink up behind you and take a bite. His kisses are an ambush, nipping skin between his teeth with snickers getting lost in your clothes. He bides his time, waits for an opening, and like the prize at a bazaar he sucks in a large chunk of your cheek like itâs the sweetest, freshly fluffed mochi after new year. Thereâs no such thing as empty calories to this hyena, and youâre enough to stall his grumbling tummy in between meals. Heâd never say it out loud but you truly are made of âsugar, spice, and everything niceâ. Though itâs portrayed by the laughter whistling through his teeth as he peppers a few stray pecks over where he eagerly feasted.
In the next life, your cheeks dimple even when a smile isnât seen. As if someone poked the holes in place with their fangs and adored how healthily round they are.
âHeh - if we get another shot at living, I hope you keep a mark on your cheek. âCause I donâ know if Iâll be lucky enough to have you a second timeâŠstill not sure what I did to deserve the first. Iâm always squishinâ that spot anyway. Would be nice if you remembered who made ya smile.â
Jack never fails to let a kiss linger. Our greatest regrets are actions avoided. For a man built upon his dedication and restraint, those extra seconds feel like a lifetime he would willingly live over and over again. The weight of his love pressed into your temple in a gentle, yet fierce devotion. No matter the situation, he makes a point to let his lips press deep before letting himself linger those extra seconds. Itâs where he sees you thinking, worrying, dreaming. When he rests his forehead lightly against yours, itâs a gesture of trust he doesnât give to anyone else. Heâs careful with you - thumb brushing your temple when he checks if youâre tired, lips brushing the same spot when he wants to reassure you but doesnât have the courage to say it. He follows with a brief peck to ensure his point is clear before pulling away. Be it with a word with himself or one you are lucky enough to hear muttered under his breath. Jack never fails to leave a piece of him with you each time.
In the next life, a mole sits against your temple like a third eye. As if someone put every piece of themself there across a lifetime, along with their earnest wish for your safety and happiness.
ââŠIf this whole reincarnation thing is real⊠then I hope you get a mark on your temple. I donât want the next me to forget that you trusted me. Heâll work to earn it just like I have.â
Azul is a lover of shiny things. His mint coins call him to be admired and valued day by day. Yet there is no greater sparkle worth his admiration than the pearl sitting upon your left ring-finger. From the moment he dared to call you his, Azul traced circles over your finger with his thumb. Every moment he held your hand was an opportunity stolen to press a chaste kiss over where he knew a promise would soon stay. With time his plans came to fruition, yet the habit never ceased. He merely moves to the knuckle, reinstating his greatest contract with assurances of his love spoken clearly into your skin.
In the next life, a mole no bigger than a speck hides on the inside of your left ring-finger, to the side of your knuckle. Anyone who comes close enough would be remiss not to notice it. As if another was greedy enough to stake a claim over you across multiple mortal coils.
ââŠA-ah⊠well. If weâre discussing future lives, then - if itâs not too presumptuous - Iâd like a mark on your ring finger. The⊠one I was always too cowardly to claim. Maybe the next version of me will manage to say what he feels early on, so we have as much time as possible together.â
Jade loves how your lips part with bated breath. When he's found the most opportune moment to slide to your side and whisper musings into your ear. Be his words a reminder of the day or a dip into his most depraved thoughts. The context is irrelevant when what he's after is far more interesting. When his breath tickles and his hands find your waist - holding for mere moment, only to punctuate whatever he says with a kiss to the shell of your ear and pull away. You're left flush and dazed...not a word comprehended yet he can't so much as pretend to mind.
In the next life, the beauty mark behind your ear is a tough one to spot. You're hardly aware it's there most days, yet it always makes an admirable appearance when the time is right. Be it when you slip on a new pair of earrings, or brush past while tucking away a stray hair.
âMm⊠if destiny chooses to rewrite us, then I hope you have my mark upon your ear. That is where you let me whisper secrets⊠and where you always leaned closer.â
Floyd is a natural explorer. His teeth guide him where they yearn to sink in like a compass, and it is always set on where your softest parts stay hidden. He can steal a bite from your shoulder by edging your collar away, or nibble along your arms with permission granted if it means heâll go along with your tide for a time. Yet his teeth sink into your thighs without restraint whenever they can. He only has access to them when there are no other fish swimming about. He can enjoy the feel of you without regard for anything else. How itâs like biting into a pillowy marshmallow that squirms and knows him by name. Yet above all else, you taste the best when plated up for him alone.
In the next life, arced marks stretch across your inner thighs as waning crescent moons. They start off small when youâre a baby and resemble a thin strip. Yet as you age, the skin stretches and it appears as if the marks are smiling at you. As if someone is laughing each time you explain them to another. Like a game youâd never win.
âNext life? Hah! Fun! Then I want ya to have a mark riiight on your thighs. âCause thatâs where I like holdinâ ya the most. Makes ya squeak so cute~ The next me better remember exactly how to grab ya.â
Kalim feels blessed by the sun when you smile into a kiss. The way your lips pull against his and teeth knock together like bumbling youths in the hall. Such sweetness makes him richer than any man in the universe, and when you laugh? He jumps to steal your breath eagerly and holds you tight until your knees grow weak. His days are brighter when you're within arms length, and fireworks burst when you become just as greedy for his happiness. There are many things in life that Kalim has done poorly - that he will get wrong - but each time you kiss him? Well, there is no doubt he's done one move right...and that's all Kalim needs to keep going.
In the next life, a stripe of vitiligo darkens your upper lip. The contrast is notable enough to give an almost cartoonish contrast whenever you smile. It immediate catches the eye of whoever you meet, and always starts a conversation that ends with your charm on full display. As if someone felt gratitude beyond the stars that your happiness was theirs to cherish, and wanted everyone to appreciate the treasure that is your smile.
âOoh! Then I want a mark on your smiling lips! That way, even in the next life, Iâll know that Iâm the reason you look that happy!â
Jamil will kiss the length of your arms like a second calling. His vice is that there is only so much time in the day, and it isn't nearly enough to truly reach every inch of your skin. His affection is tamed until the doors are closed. Then he reaches for the first part of you he sees and all the pressure keeping his spine pulled taught exchanges with indulgence. From your fingertips, to your forearms, up your biceps - pausing to pull you closer and brush his fingertips over your shoulders. Once you've lost every thought that isn't of him, he passes the arc and continues the path down your opposite arm. He ensures each kiss is weighted, so that you will not forget them overnight and not even through the next day. If you dare lower your arms then he will hold them outwards on his own. In fact, he prefers it that way. Let him be lost in everything you taunted at length in daylight. Let him forget his troubles in you every night and he will consider it the first sign of a god's existence.
In the next life, your arms are decorated with a dusting of freckles. The contrasting sort that could not be hidden without a thick layering of oil based concealer. At a distance you are a painting to behold, covered in dotty coils that practically demand to be counted. As if someone unknown challenged all to try, knowing that their existence would be in the spotlight this lifetime.
ââŠIf we have to do this all over again, then⊠let there be my marks across your arms. Thatâs where I always touch you without thinking. Maybe the next me wonât run from that.â
Vilâs touch is unmistakably intentional, always. With you, the pretense falls away - his hands glide down your spine not to sculpt perfection, but to feel the warm, fragile life beneath his palms. He massages the tension from each vertebra with a tenderness he rarely allows the world to see. And afterward, he presses lingering kisses along the same line, a ritual he performs as if sealing devotion into your very bones. He treasures this place because your spine - straight, vulnerable, essential - reminds him that even beauty needs support, and that he wishes to be yours.
In the next life, a delicate stroke of color runs down your spine, soft as powdered henna. You never see it without feeling a strange calm, as if hands youâve never met are smoothing along your back.
âIf fate grants us a second act, then let a mark run along your spine. That is where my hands always travel after a long day⊠and where my caress tells you what words fail.â
Rook adores your inner palms with a reverence bordering on worship. To him, they are the softest, most revealing part of you - unguarded, intimate. He holds your wrist like heâs catching a falling star, guiding your hand up to his lips while maintaining unwavering eye contact. He kisses your palms not out of passion alone, but out of awe; they are the hands that have reached for him, comforted him, trusted him. In every kiss, he is declaring: I see you. I choose you. I love you. I am yours. Encore, encore.
In the next life, faint markings bloom across your palms, like jagged scars but without the pain endured to earn them. You feel warmth there whenever you stretch your hands toward something beautiful. As if they are the traces of a hunterâs devotion - his eternal vow carved into the most vulnerable part of you.
âOho! Then I wish for deux marques upon your lovely palms! So that when we meet again, mon amour, I may lift your hands, kiss them, and declare - âAh! I have found you at last, mon coeur.ââ
Epel loves flustering you - itâs a secret he poorly hides behind his boyish grin and the bite of his accent. The way your breath stutters under his lips, the warmth that blooms beneath his mouth, the hitch in your voice when he nips your collar - he lives for it. He loves to have you shivering beneath him, flustered with no two words stringing together a coherent sentence. Itâs the highest praise he can ever hope for. It proves he can affect you as deeply as you affect him. Your neck makes him feel capable, powerful, desired. When his hands cradle the sides of your throat, he isn't trying to dominate you; heâs savoring the closeness, the unspoken trust.
In the next life, a faint bite-shaped mark sits at your collar, as if someone pressed their mouth there again and again until the memory stuck. Every time heat rises to your neck in embarrassment, it stands out. As if a brazen fool forever damned decorum in one final push to be seen for the fire in their heart.
âIf weâre startinâ over again⊠then I want a mark on your neck. Right where you get all flustered. I - I like seeinâ you like that. And I want the next me to remember it.â
Idia loves the top of your head because itâs the one place he can touch without combusting from embarrassment. He pretends heâs just messing up your hair - âItâs totally a crit buff!â - but his fingers linger a bit too long, threading through your locks with shy affection. When he pats your head, he avoids eye contact like itâs a final boss fight if pure will, but the gesture is tender, earnest, grounding. Your crown is the safest point of intimacy for him: you canât see his face turn pink, canât watch him short-circuit while trying to act casual. Itâs where he goes when he wants comfort without vulnerability, affection without panic. His face buried in a soft pillow that smells like fruity soap and impulse decisions. The perfect spot to string nonsensical ramblings together on the chance of peppering a kiss in between. Itâs a game of timed attack so you donât noticeâŠAnd sometimes - rarely - he presses his forehead to the top of yours, as if sharing data through the warmth of your skin.
In the next life, a persistent cowlick forms at your crown, rising no matter how you brush it down. It always tilts in the direction of comfort, like a phantom hand just ran through your hair.
âU-uhâo-okay so, hypotheticallyâIf we get Isekaiâd into a next life DLC, then⊠maybe youâll have a little cowlick? In the same spot I, uh⊠'p-pat' when I get brave for 0.2 seconds.
Maybe next-life-me wonât need a whole loading screen to touch you again.â
Malleus cherishes your chest because it is the place he feels truly welcomed - invited, even. When you let him rest his head against your heart, his composure melts; his lashes lower, his breath slow, his arms circle you with reverence. Few have ever held him without fear, without duty, without trembling awe. But you? You cradle him as though he is something precious, someone worthy of protection. And in those moments, he believes it. He presses soft, lingering kisses over your heart as if thanking it for beating for him.
In the next life, a warm-hued mark blooms over your heart, shaped like a curved thumbprint. You feel comfort whenever someone embraces you chest-to-chest, as if a familiar weight has settled there.
ââŠIf the threads of fate truly allow us a future life, then grant a mark over your heart.That place⊠is where you allow me to rest, where you hold me as if Iâm someone in need of protection.In the next life, I wish to find that closeness again.â
Lilia delights in greeting you with cheerful, outrageous affection - appearing upside down, behind you, from thin air - to bop your nose with a dramatic âmwah!â But beneath the theatrics lies genuine tenderness. Your nose is the one place he can kiss lightly, playfully, constantly, without overwhelming you. He loves the way you wrinkle it when flustered, the way a simple nose kiss can brighten your entire mood. Itâs his favorite because it makes you laugh, because it reminds him that affection doesnât always need grandeur.
In the next life, a small rosy tint sits at the tip of your nose, deepening whenever youâre happy. Children often tell you you look like youâve just been kissed by jack frost. Theyâre not wrong...although it's a different impish, magical being who is responsible.
âFu fu fu~! Then let there be a tiny mark upon your nose! Perfect for my greetings, my kisses, and my endless teasing - no matter how many lives we tumble through!â
Sebek treats your hand like something sacred - grasping it with knightly precision, bowing over it with rigid posture, brushing his lips against the back in gestures he pretends are mere formality. He notices everything. The way your tendons shift when you move, the steadiness of your grip, the strength that belies your softness. He presses his lips there longer than social convention demands, each kiss is firm, reverent, almost ceremonial. And when he takes your hand in both of his, thumb brushing over your skin, he feels something fierce and grounding. Devotion. The back of your hand is where he recognizes you not as just someone to protect, but someone worthy of unwavering loyalty and admiration. Someone who makes him want to be better.
But in another truth, he adores this place because kissing your hand lets him show devotion without losing control. The back of your hand is courtly, proper, respectable - yet intimate enough to make his ears burn. It lets him honor you without betraying just how deeply he feels.
In the next life, a pale band of color stretches across the back of your hand, like the memory of a knightâs kiss. It warms whenever you clasp someone in greeting, as though expecting a familiar bow.
âIF - AND ONLY IF - WE MUST PANDER TO THE HANDS IF FATEâŠ! Then let a mark be placed on the back of your hand! S-so that when I kneel and press my lips to it in the next life, you will know it is to you whom I once spoke a vow!â
Silver cherishes your eyes with a gentleness that softens even the firmest parts of him. When he touches your face, his hands are feather-light, brushing your eyelids as though afraid youâll break beneath his fingers. He kisses your eyes when waking you gently, or when tears gather - a promise of protection sealed in the softest place. Your eyes are where he sees the truth of you, where emotion pools without disguise. Theyâre his sanctuary: two mirrors reflecting peace, affection, and clarity he rarely feels in his dream-laden world. He favors your eyes because in their gaze he finds grounding, and in their closing beneath his lips, he finds trust.
In the next life, soft speckled markings appear just beneath your eyes. They echo the places where someone once soothed your tears and carried a quiet devotion. Gentle dustings that draw others in, just so they might glimpse into your eyes and feel a drop of the comfort they are capable of providing.
âIf we are reborn into new mornings⊠then I wish for a mark near your eyes. That way, even the next me will remember where to kiss you awake.â
Skully touches your face with the sort of reverence one usually reserves for rare works of art. He never grabs or startles - his gloved fingertips approach as though asking permission, tracing the line of your cheek, brushing beneath your eye, cupping your jaw with the delicacy of a gentleman who knows exactly how precious you are. When he kisses your face, itâs with a slow, unhurried tenderness that makes the world fall still. Each kiss feels like a stanza heâs memorizing. He favors your face because it holds every expression he treasures: every smile heâs earned, every worry he wants to soothe, every glance that softens only for him. It is the part of you he studies with quiet devotion, believing that to love someoneâs face is to understand the soul it reflects.
In the next life, subtle shadow-like marks settle over the plains of your face, as if left behind by hands that once shaped affection into every contour.
"I have ghosted your features countless times⊠with the back of my hand, with my lips, with a reverence I dare admit aloud. Should another me wander through another era, I want him to feel this same pull - as if his very soul remembers the pattern of your skin beneath his kiss. Let the next version of me find you at the proper time, and think, âAh. There you are. At long last.â"
Rollo touches your wrists with a restraint that borders on worship. He always begins with a hesitance, as though afraid he might overstep, before gently taking your arm and brushing his thumb over the delicate veins beneath your skin. It is a place that frightens him - the pulse there, so vulnerable, so fervently alive - and yet he is drawn to it with aching fascination. When he kisses the inside of your wrist, he closes his eyes, breath trembling, as if the warmth of your blood softens something iron-clad inside him. Your inner wrists are his favorite because they remind him of what he desires yet fears: unguarded humanity, fragile life, a fire that could warm him instead of consume. And deep down, he knows you trust him enough to offer that tenderness.
In the next life, faint, circular sigils appear along your inner wrists. Their meaning most curious and stumping doctors the moment you entered this world. A bit of magic in a world without, tainting you for this otherwise simple life. One you will stumble through, naive to what it is you carry.
ââŠIf reincarnation is real, then⊠let there be my mark upon your inner wrists. That is where your pulse reminds me you live without fear. Perhaps the next me will understand that sooner and better prepare himself.â
Fellow Honest is a connoisseur of subtle intimacy, and your jawline is a banquet of temptations he never quite resists. He loves guiding your chin upward with a gloved finger, forcing your eyes to meet his with a slow, deliberate tilt. He traces the sharp edge of your jaw with a thumb, smiling when he feels you tense beneath his touch. When he kisses your jawline, itâs half-devotion, half-possession ⊠a mix of velvet-soft affection and the calculated charm he wields so effortlessly. This place is his favorite because it skirts the boundary between propriety and desire. Your jaw is where elegance lives, where vulnerability meets defiance, where a single breath can betray everything youâre trying to hide. And Fellow loves nothing more than uncovering what you try to conceal.
In the next life, a faint, sculpted line appears along your jaw, like the path carved by reverent fingers and lingering kisses.
âHeh⊠if we meet again, Iâd like a mark along your jaw. That way, when I lift your chin next time⊠Iâll remember exactly how to kiss you.â
Neige adores your cheeks with a kind of sunshine-soft affection. To him, theyâre the most expressive part of you - the place where your emotions bloom before you speak, where joy dawns like morning light. Heâs constantly reaching out without thinking, brushing a stray hair aside just to feel the warmth of your skin under his fingertips. And oh, the way he lights up when you blush⊠itâs like watching glitter fall. He peppers your cheeks with gentle, fluttering kisses whenever he can, giggling softly as though every touch is a secret between just the two of you. Your cheeks are where he sees you happiest. Where he feels closest to the real, unguarded you.
In the next life, a soft, rosy birthmark appears on your cheek - warm, gentle, like the echo of a kiss that never faded.
âOoh! If thereâs a next life, then I hope you get a mark on your cheeks!Thatâs where I always kiss you when youâre being extra adorable - ah, but I guess thatâs all the time, isnât it?â
Chenâya adores your knees for reasons he never fully explains - mostly because he prefers watching you try to figure him out. Heâll vanish, reappear crouched in front of you, and poke the soft spot behind your knee just to hear your surprised yelp. He kisses them when heâs feeling mischievous, nipping lightly before darting away with a cheshire grin. Yet beneath all the chaos, thereâs affection in the way he holds your knee with both hands, thumbs brushing soothing circles, eyes softer than usual. Your knees tell him stories - how you tremble when youâre excited, how you bend when youâre relieved, how you lean into him when youâre tired. He likes this place because itâs vulnerable in an unexpected way, a small secret gateway to your reactions, your balance, your movement. And maybe because he loves being the reason they buckle.
In the next life, swirling marks form over your kneecaps, curling like painted wisps of smoke. They tingle whenever youâre startled, warm when someone kneels before you with affection.
âNyaahaha~! Then I wish for a mark on your knees! So the next you remembers who swooped down, caught you mid-chaos, and kissed you before you could blink!â
AN:đ¶One of these is not like the other đ¶Just quick drabbles tbh because school got me đ„
Word Count: 3.2k+
đMalleus Draconiađ
You put the ring on his finger. You whispered those sweet words to him. And now you're telling him that you didn't mean any of it? That you were just practicing?
Don't be delusional.
It was clearly a mummified arm sticking out of the ground. No person could mistake that for a tree branch or some litter thrown by your kind in the deep woods. What normal person even comes this far out just to âpracticeâ wedding vows?
Your screams and the snow crunching under your feet from your running snaps him out of his thoughts.Â
Oh, that's right. He was letting you get away. That wouldn't do.Â
Green flames erupt in front of you that make you screech even louder as you almost fall backwards. His animated corpse steps out of its embers while heâs flashing you what he considers his warmest smile. But to you it just looks like he's getting ready to eat you with his fangs bared and his grin being far too unnaturally wide.Â
âMy love, don't run.â
His cold, gloved hands encapsulate yours before he's kneeling in front of you and leaving a kiss on your knuckles. Adoration fills whatâs left of his eyes as he speaks.
âLet me propose to you as well.â
đLeona Kingscholarđ
You're an idiot.Â
What kind of person goes into the woods at night making speeches to trees and then slipping a ring onto a corpseâs finger? Idiots. That's who.Â
You're screaming and yanking at his grip while he's yawning and holding your wrist at an arm's length. He's perched on a snow-covered boulder and looking anywhere but at you. His tail lazily swings behind him as it threatens to fall off from years of decay while his half-bitten ears twitch slightly.Â
âYou done?â
You eventually calm down but still stare at him in horror and confusion. Your breathing becomes less rapid and you stop trying to free yourself as you watch him for any sudden movements. But he doesnât bother moving an inch.
âSit before you pass out.â
You let out a trembling gasp and his voice comes out more stern.
âSit.â
You quickly plant your rear on the snow as the cold begins to seep into your skirts. You whimper when he lets go of your wrist and gets up. He slowly circles you like a lion eyeing his latest meal, while you keep your hands folded in your lap and your gaze downward. He laughs arrogantly at your demure behavior.
âYou were so bold when ya were proposing to me and now you're cowering!âÂ
You jolt as he's grabbing your wrist again and pulling you to your feet.Â
Azul was there to pick up the pieces when your fiancee had suddenly disappeared. You were to be wed in two days time to save you and your family from destitution, but your fiancee was nowhere to be found. It was like he had vanished into thin air and left you to face the consequences alone. To be fair, you didn't really know him since it was an arranged marriage. It didn't mean it still didn't sting, especially with the chaos that ensued afterwards.
âWhat are we going to do now?!â
âWeâre ruined!â
Your parents had begun to fight among themselves from the stress and shame of calling off a wedding and falling into certain poverty. You sighed as you laid your head on your hand and closed your eyes. Your fingers were uselessly massaging the pressure points on your temple in an attempt to ebb away their elevating voices and the imminent pounding in your skull.
âOh dear, is this a bad time?â
Your parents immediately cease arguing with each other and you look up to see that strange newcomer that had arrived a few days prior to your wedding even being announced. He had introduced himself as a distant relative, and although you hailed from noble barons and proud servants of monarchs, he felt sleazy. You refused to believe he was in any way related to you, especially with how eagerly he was interjecting himself into your lives. Itâs like he was plotting and scheming something nefarious behind your backs.
âMy, my. Youâve already announced the wedding. Are you sure youâll be able to find a suitable bachelor in time?â
Your parents look between each other nervously. They wanted to disagree or cling onto some threads of their pride, but there was nothing they could do. Who would want to marry a woman that couldnât even procure a meager dowry?Â
âThen, am I right to assume no one else has spoken of taking her hand?âÂ
His tone of voice changes and your body shivers as you start to catch onto what he might be implying. You can feel him smirking in your direction, but you refuse to look up as you begin to sweat and turn pale.
âHow fortunate for you that I always come prepared.â
Your stomach starts to churn as he bows with that perfectly-practiced smile that seems to pull the wool over everyoneâs eyes.
âI can wed your daughter in his place.â
đ§ĄKalim Al Asimđ§Ą
âWow! The land of the living! I havenât been here in so long and someoneâs proposing to me?!â
He flashes you a smile but you only scream in response. He flinches back in shock at your uncalled for reaction. You donât spare him another second as you begin to run.
âHey! Hey!! Wait-!â
He calls after you, but no way are you going back to face an animated corpse. All you can think about are the horror stories they tell children to make them behave, and it only amplifies your fear. The forest being so dark and the tree branches smacking you only add onto the chaos.
âHey! Youâll get hurt!â
You scream again as you start to realize how close his voice sounds.Â
Heâs fast!
You start to pick up speed. You donât pay attention to where youâre going or how, your single thought is of going forward.Â
Thud!
The world begins to spin as you start to feel weightless. Your feet fail you and youâre feeling yourself hit the floor as you land on your back.
My head kind of hurtsâŠ
âHey! You okay?!â
You see three mirror versions of the jolly corpse hovering in your view and you realize youâre losing consciousness.
âOh no, that tree branch hit you really hard⊠Donât worry! Iâm sure my friends know what to do!â
Friends? Oh noâŠ
You try to swat him, but itâs a weak tap at best. He smiles like the sun itself as he takes your pathetic attack as a gesture for help. He lifts you into his arms and you try to fight the sleep that tries to pull you into its clutches. You fear you need to stay awake since an unknown man is carrying you, especially a dead one.
âHiya~âÂ
Your vision focuses onto a large green worm that had popped out of a gash in his face.Â
Iâm losing itâŠ
It gives you a friendly grin as it hovers in front of your face and it gets closer and closer-Â
You pass out.
đVil Schoenheitđ
Ah, Iâm unseemly.
He frowns as he rises from beneath the dirt and snow. You look on in horror as he makes quick work in brushing off all the rotted debris that clings to his corpse.Â
âHow putrid.â
And how mortifying it is that his bride had to see him in this state. He tries to keep a straight face and not let his disappointment show as he mistakes your expression for being perturbed by how disgusting he looks.
Little does he know, the only thing you can focus on is how beautiful he must have been when he was alive if he was still effortlessly glowing after death.Â
Why is a decaying man's skin better than mineâŠ
The moonlight frames his facial features and perfect silhouette as you sit there with your mouth agape. Youâre snapping out of your thoughts as he puts a gentle finger under your chin to press your lips together. His eyes shimmer like the snow surrounding you two while he tucks in a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
âA wonderful proposal. I suppose I should propose as well, my fair bride.â
đIdia Shroudđ
Of course, you didn't mean it. What person could ever truly be in love with him? The only love heâs ever known was familial love followed by tortuous heartache from the pain of betrayal.
You're trembling and inching backwards on the ground, too afraid to take your eyes off of him and too afraid to make a break for it. He sighs as he watches you and wonders if he should just leave you alone and crawl back into his unmarked grave. But the ring you had slid onto his rotting finger glistened under the moonlight and fit perfectly, nor had you screamed or ran away.
Itâs like we were made to be⊠You feel it too. Donât you?
He died a disappointing death and now he could finally fulfill not only his wish, but his family's: to marry a bride that would give joy to his somber life. He canât believe heâs going through with this.
âYouâŠâ
He moves unnaturally. His limbs crack and shift into place from decades of disuse as he walks towards you. You cover your face in fear and accept your impending death, but nothing happens. Curious if heâs left you alone or not, you lower your arms only to see that he's on his knees in front of you. A tender finger trails down your cheek like youâre made of the finest porcelain while your orbs fill with trepidation. His eyes finally snap to yours after what feels like forever and you're freezing up again.
âI do.â
â€ïžRiddle Roseheartsâ€ïž
You've recited your vows, kneeled before him, and placed the ring onto his finger. The law declares you two are wed, are you not? Youâve accepted him by proposing to him and heâs accepted you by keeping the ring on his personage.
He glares at you, not in anger, but just to analyze you. However, youâre terrified as he stands in front of you. The shock from seeing someone rise from the dead has rendered you speechless and immobile.
He stands silently as he thinks over the rules and dictations of a wedding engagement before turning to look at you. The wedding isn't complete unless he gives you a ring as well, right?Â
You regain your senses and realize the danger you might be in when your eyes connect. You quickly stumble to get to your feet in the thick snow, but he's gently grabbing your hand and helping you up. He notices your confused expression and tries to fight through how nervous he is at having such a beautiful and well-mannered bride so close to him.
Sheâs so quiet. I shouldnât keep her waiting.
âI accept your proposal. Now allow me to propose to you as well.â
"If we both still single by the time whe are 30, let's get married"
Riddle
"What?!"
He's not sure if you're joking or not, which makes him unsure how to react.
"W-we should at least have dinner together first, if you're serious about it..."
If you say you're just messing with him thought, it's off with your head!
Leona
"What the hell, sure"
What? You thought he would get flustered herbivore? Maybe marrying you will get Felena off his back, why not? It's not like he's got other suitors anyway, good for you right? Now you're responsible for taking care of the spoiled prince, Ruggie is thankful.
Azul
"...are you trying to get a discount?"
Doesn't know how to respond, secretly he's flattered but hopes you don't see his cheeks turning pink, afterwards he starts you inviting you over the Mostro Lounge more often, you know for marketing purposes of course.
Kalim
"Sure!"
You're one of his best friends, of course he would marry you! And if you guys get married you could spend all day together, and have sleepovers ever day! Hey, why don't you get married to him right now? That's better than waiting right?
Vil
"Don't be foolish potato, you still have a lot to work for before that"
So you think you're worthy of marrying THE Vil Schoenheit huh? How bold, yet he finds it weirdly charming, if you're up to the challenge he'll be willing to give you a chance to win his heart, he's very picky, so be prepared to put in the work, he expects the best from you after all.
Idia
"Eh???"
Black screen, hair turning pink, face red and swearing, please stop messing with him, he's going to faint.
He's 100% convinced you're joking around even if you insist you're serious, thought, afterwards he starts talking about his interests more often, secretly he's trying to show off his knowledge to you.
Malleus
"It's this your way to court me child of a man?"
Smug smile, so you've finally decided to court him huh? He's been dropping hints for a while, but he thought you didn't pick it up since you're human, but you menaged to surprise him like always, you're truly a fascinating being, he can't wait to marry you.
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SUMMARY:Â First, Skully kissed your hand and said all those sweet words to you, and now he's kidnapping you?! After they rescue you, they won't let him get near you again!
CHARACTERS: Overblot Students (Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia) x Yuu (Reader)
TAGS:Â Fluff; GN Reader; Cute jealousy; Hand kisses
WARNING:Â Spoilers from Twisted Thrills Vs. Classic Chills (Lost in the Book with Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas)
WORD COUNT:Â An average of 1.260Â words per character.
COMMENTS:Â Since English isn't my first language, it's always a bit more challenging for me to write the dialogue for characters as eloquent as Skully, but I try my best.
Hope you enjoy đ
CONTEXT: I wrote this as a supplement to the original story. So here are just the parts that would change if they had a crush on you. đ
Even knowing that Skully had done the exact same thing to him and everyone else, Riddle couldn't contain his sudden annoyance when he saw Skully kissing your hand.
âLikewise, (Y/N) and Grim, it's a delight.â Skully says before kissing Grim's paw and then the back of your hand.
âWhat do you think you're doing?â Riddle says instinctively and positions himself between you and Skully.
âOh, I was merely extending my deepest gratitude for the occasion of our acquaintance.â Skully explains with a smile. âAnd, of course, I could not fail to do the same with the lovely personage who was fast asleep in my arms upon their arrival.â
âF-fast asleep...â Riddle repeats before raising his voice, almost outraged. âIN YOUR ARMS?!â
âWell, yes. A wonderful coincidence, wasn't it? And such a fortuitous event deserved my utmost care for this person's well-being.â
âA... coincidence...â Riddle says through gritted teeth, thinking. Then takes a deep breath and continues. âSkully... I ... apologize for my reaction. From what I can understand, you were looking out for (Y/N) and simply exercising your gentlemanship. I may have... overreacted.â He says with a mix of embarrassment and reluctance.
âThere is no need to worry. I can see that they are extremely dear to you. May I be so bold as to inquire how close you two are?â
Riddle blushes bright red and stutters slightly.
âIn fact...â Jade smiles with that shrewd look. âI've always been curious to ask myself.â
Jamil, Leona and Azul also looked at Riddle with the same smirk.
âWe... I... am not sure I understand your question. Shouldn't friends look out for each other?â
âIf you'll excuse me...â Trey interferes. âI believe that at this moment we have more important things to worry about.â
âWell, much to my curiosity's chagrin, I can't disagree with that.â Jade admits.
âAnd that's the gist.â Jamil explains, after returning from checking on Jack's house, because you guys were taking so long to come back. âThe mayor's driving around alerting the townsfolk now. This is turning into a real mess.â
âHow...â Riddleâs face turned red, his pupils and irises contracted, and his voice grew hoarse with anger. âHOW DARE HE?! The moment I see him, IT WILL BE OFF WITH HIS HEAD!â
âRiddle, please calm down.â Jamil intervenes. âWe have to find out where Skully took them, and we need to remain calm to analyze the possible clues to do so.â
âFu fu. I wonder what Riddle would be capable of doing in this... situation.â Jade comments.
âThis is neither the time nor the place to find that out.â Azul reprimands him.
Riddle takes a deep breath and agrees with Jamil, but without apologizing for his reaction. He can't calm down enough for that.
You were tied up with Grim and a sleeping Jack in a bathtub full of candy when a group of familiar faces approached to rescue you. Riddle was the first to reach you.
â(Y/N)! Are you okay? Are you hurt?â
Skully had removed your and Grim's gags, but you still had your hands and feet tied. Without a second thought, Riddle plunges his arms into the candies to pick you up from the bathtub. He set you down on the ground ans uses his magic to untie the ropes that bound you. Immediately afterwards he bent down beside you to examine your wrists.
âI don't see any redness on your skin. He didn't tie you up too tightly.â
âAww, were you that worried about me?â You ask.
âOf course I was! You were kidnapped. How was I supposed to feel?â
He was closer to you than he thought, and seeing you looking at him like that, he moved away, flustered. He clears his throat and composes himself, while the others struggle to get Grim out of the middle of the candy and wake Jack.
âOh, Jack...!â Sally approaches as soon as you arrive at the Halloween Town plaza. âI'm so glad you're all right. I was worried sick!â
âYou were worried about me?â
âOf course I was!â
âWow... Thanks, Sally.â Jack smiles reassuringly. âBut you don't need to worry anymore. See this? Not a bone out of place!â
Riddle has never left your side since they rescued you, and he's not oblivious enough not to notice that this exchange between Sally and Jack is very similar to the one you two had. This, plus the fact that he was one of those who noticed that Sally had some kind of crush on Jack, made him wonder if his situation with you might be similar in some way. But he quickly dismissed that thought from his head.
Some time later, Skully approaches you to apologize for what he did to you and Grim. Riddle is still by your side, but not even that stoped Skully from trying to apologize in his own way.
âAllow me to express my remorse through actions.â Skully finishes by saying and extends his hand to take yours, but before he can, Riddle is faster and protectively grabs your hand instead.
âYour words shall suffice!â Riddle retorts in a tone very similar to his Housewarden's assertive one.
âOh, but-â
â(Y/N) already said they accepted your apology.â Riddle interrupts him and places himself between you and Skully. âWhy don't you go check on Grim? He was saying his paws were numb after being in that bathtub for so long. Perhaps he requires your assistance.â
âVery well then.â Skully sighs, but with a smile. âIf Grim is feeling to weak, I shall carry him myself.â He bids you both farewell and walks away to look for Grim.
âIs something wrong, Riddle?â You ask.
âWrong? No. Why do you ask?â He simply replies.
âI think I remember you commenting that you appreciated Skullyâs gentlemanly bearing, but... that's not what it seemed like just now.â
âGh! I... I just...â He blushes slightly. âI just didn't think it would be appropriate, after what he did to you, for him to have the privilege of kissing your hand... Huh, Wait! I mean...â
âIt's rare to see you so flustered with words.â You comment with a chuckle.
âI... I'm sorry if I intruded too much.â He apologizes, ashamed of himself. âI just... don't like seeing him so close to you. If he had the nerve to kidnap you, who knows what he might do next.â
âWell, he kisses everyone's hand, including yours.â
âWell, yes, a somewhat... strange habit.â
âAnd he really seems sorry for what he did.â
Riddle doesn't answer that one, he just looks away.
âAre you sure you're not just a little bit... jealous?â
His gaze abruptly returns to you, and his cheeks flush even more.
âWhat?! Don't be ridiculous. I'm just concerned about your well-being... I... think...â
You tell him that itâs okay, that you even find this side of him cute, and that makes him even more flustered.
âWell, I saw how flattered you were whenever he kissed your hand.â Riddle says, somewhat sullenly. He looks at you and sees you smiling encouragingly. âWhy are you looking at me like...â He blushes when he realizes. âWait! You want me to do it?!â
âWould you like to do it?â
He thinks for a second until he sighs with a small smile.
âWell, perhaps I should practice my gentlemanly.â He smiles confidently, straightens up, and extends his hand to you. âAllow me to demonstrate my affection for you through actions.â
He waits for you to place your hand in his so he can hold it tenderly, lean in, and kiss it gently but affectionately.
Leona is not one to get jealous easily, or maybe not at all. He saw this Skully guy kissing the backs of everyone's hands, including his own. Kissing yours didn't bother him, or at least not for the reason you might think.
âLikewise, (Y/N) and Grim, it's a delight.â Skully says before kissing Grim's paw and then the back of your hand.
If you say "You do this with everyone, huh."Â Leona will give a slight, half-smile, away from the eyes of everyone, including yours, pleased that youâre a clever herbivore.
If you say "What a gentleman.â Leona will know you're saying that to annoy him. And to annoy you back, he'll ignore (or at least pretend to ignore) what you said.
Leona found out that Skully had kidnapped you through the Mayor's advertising car. The fact that he was near Malleus of all people when he heard this did not help his composure.
âI see...â Malleus said. âThis is certainly unexpected.â
âTch, stupid badger. Why'd he have to pull such a boneheaded stunt?â Leona says, not simply annoyed, but angry. âGuess I'll have to find him and get this mess sorted myself.â
âWhere are you going, Kingscholar?â Malleus says as he sees Leona starting to walk away from him. âDo you intend to handle this matter alone?â
âFigured that much was obvious. I'm under no obligation to team up with you just 'cuz you happened to be nearby.â
âThe child of man's whereabouts are also unknown.â
âGrrr... That stupid nickname again.â Leona thinks.
âWe cannot risk the worst coming to pass. In the interest of as swift a resolution as possible, I'd prefer to avoid wasting any time.â
âOh yeah? The only way I'd be wasting time is by sticking with you.â Leona retorts and smiles smugly. âOr does the great and powerful Malleus Draconia have trouble functioning if he's not constantly surrounded by retainers?â
And so they return to their usual bickering.
You were tied up with Grim and a sleeping Jack in a bathtub full of candy when a group of familiar faces approached to rescue you. Leona wasn't among them because he was with Sebek and Jamil taking care of Skully so that the other group could rescue you safely.
Nothing seemed strange about Leona until you arrived at the Halloween Town plaza and Skully approached you and Grim to apologize in his own way.
âAllow me to express my remorse through actions.â Skully says, takes your hand and kisses it.
He did the same with Grim, and while he was trying to offer his help to carry him, you see Leona in the distance, looking at you discreetly in a unbothered pose.
Epel told you about Leona offering his arm to Miss Sally because he thought he looked so mature and cool. You agree, but you can't deny to yourself that you also felt jealous. He was never such a gentleman to you.
â(Y/N)? Is something troubling you, my dear friend?â Skully asks you.
You say it was nothing and try to dismiss it.
âPlease, if anything is bringing you down, tell me. A person as lovely and kind as you deserves the best Halloween anyone could possibly provide.â He takes your hand and gently pulls you closer to him. âI know this won't make up for what I've done... But I shall follow you everywhere and do everything in my power to ensure your happiness on this very special day.â He smiles widely.
âWhat a lovely nightmare that would be.â Leona appears walking towards you with a sarcastic smile on his face. âYou would be doing everyone a greater service if you kept an eye on that furball and made sure he didn't eat all the candy instead.â He points to Grim at a table surrounded by sweets, already eating many of them. âBabysit him tonight and give (Y/N) a break. That should be a valuable enough act of apology.â
âOh dear!â Skully exclaims. âI must hurry and stop him! (Y/N), would you like to follow Leona's suggestion? Would I truly be helping you rest by watching over Grim for you?â
You think about it and you can't deny that it would actually be one less thing to worry about. So you agree and Skully leaves you with Leona, but not before giving you one last kiss on the hand.
âYou really get flustered just by that?â Leona questions you, his smirk now replaced by his usual grumpy expression.
âWhat's your problem with him?â You ask. âHe's just being a gentleman.â
âYou think Skullyâs a gentleman? You must be mistakinâ that for beinâ undisciplined. He just plants a kiss on the back of our hands without askinâ⊠Heâs nowhere near proper.â
âWhat do you think he should do instead? Offer me his arm and escort me through town?â
Leona is silent for a second before looking at you with a smug grin.
âOh, were you jealous of Miss Sally? How cute.â
You cross your arms and look away.
âDo you want me to escort you through town?â He continues. âWell, too bad you've already seen it all.â
Annoyed, you say you're going to join Skully and Grim. Perhaps also saying that, even so, he is a more pleasant companion than Leona.
You turn to walk away but Leona gently holds your hand, which surprises you, and you turn around to see him lifting your hand to his lips and kissing the back of it in a somewhat sensual, yet respectful way.
âWhat? I thought you liked havinâ your hand kissed out of nowhere.â
After a moment of stunned silence, you start talking again.
âAre you only doing this to compete with Skully?â You ask. âLike a way to prove that whatever he can do, you can do better?â
âAs if I need proof of that.â He crosses his arms and continues smiling. âYou always forget, but I'm still a prince, and I was raised as one. That badger doesn't know a tenth of what I already knew at half his age about... let's call it gentlemanly. I just don't like practicinâ it on a daily basis. It's exhausting.â
âI believe that.â You say. âNow I just wonder if when you are truly a gentleman it's out of genuine respect or because you're somehow being forced to be so.â
âWho knows.â He shrugs. âMaybe I just want to sweeten my prey.â He turns to walk away, but not before throwing you a candy he had kept in his jacket.
A heart-shaped candy? How the heck did he get one?
Azul might be able to let the discomfort of having his hand kissed out of nowhere by Skully slide, but seeing him do the same to you is something he cannot ignore.
âLikewise, (Y/N) and Grim, it's a delight.â Skully says before kissing Grim's paw and then the back of your hand.
If you say "You do this with everyone, huh."Â Azul will feel less worried. He'll even have less trouble smiling knowing that you're smart enough to see through people's "kindness."
If you say "What a gentleman.â Azulâs jealousy will increase so much that he won't even realize it if you're just saying that to mess with him.
He'll approach the two of you and try, in the most subtle way possible, to position himself between Skully and you with that attentive, albeit fake, smile of his.
âIndeed. Your indulgence is an enviable trait. It only makes me feel even more guilty and ashamed of our lack of manners.â Azul says as he slides closer to Skully, making him move away from you. âAs much as I would like to continue converse with you to make better amends, I fear we have more important matters to concern ourselves with at the moment. Namely, where are we?â
âWhat a real shame.â Jade says with his sharp-toothed grin. âIt would have been such a pleasant exchange of thoughts. Especially if we had included (Y/N) in the conversation.â
Azul glances at him sideways with a smile that's unsettling to anyone who knows him. Fortunately for him, Jamil and the others followed his line of thinking and shifted their focus to where you all were and what might be happening.
Whenever you ended up in a group with Skully, Azul would get annoyed about it, but he'd hide it as much as possible. Something similar happened when you went looking for Jack. For some reason Azul had a bad feeling, but that was all, so he didn't say anything. And then, some time after, Jamil and the mayor returned after checking on you to see why you were taking so long to get back from Jack's house. Jamil then tells them that Skully kidnapped Jack, you, and Grim.
âHE KIDNAPPED THEM?!â Azul exclaims before clearing his throat and composing himself. âH-how terrible! Poor (Y/N) and Grim have terrible luck, getting dragged into it.â
âI never would have guessed Skully to be capable of taking such drastic measures.â Jade says. âI'm sure you'll contribute greatly to this rescue, Azul.â
âMe?â Azul adjusts his glasses and looks at Jade with a sly smile. âI'm certain you meant 'we', Jade. After all, they are two of our dearest first-years. Are they not?â Azul's smile remained friendly to someone who didn't know him, but to Jade it was a warning, or even a threat.
âBut of course. They must be terrified right now. I will do everything I can to rescue them and solve this problem.â He said it with his usual smile.
âI doubt Skully would treat them too horribly...â Azul continues. âBut the sooner we find them, the better.â
âAgreed.â Jamil follows. âLet's search for Skully and rescue the three captives.â
You were tied up with Grim and a sleeping Jack in a bathtub full of candy when a group of familiar faces approached to rescue you. Azul was the first to reach you.
â(Y/N)!â As soon as Azul sees that you seem fine despite the circumstances, especially seeing Grim enjoying the sweets so much, his usual smile returns. âHow are you? I believe that gentleman didn't hurt you, did he?â He emphasizes ironically.
âWell, at least his gentlemanly is honest.â You respond.
âYou wound me, (Y/N).â He says it in the same dubious tone he always uses. âYou really think my concern is not genuine? We were worried sick.â
âWell yes! You are our dearest friends, of course we were very concerned about your well-being and safety.â Jade says this with a normal smile, until he widens it and it becomes more mocking. âEspecially Azul. He almost cracked his voice when he found out you'd been kidnapped. A heartbreaking testimony.â
âThat's a clear exaggeration.â Azul replies, smiling at you. âMy voice doesn't fail me that easily.â
âPrecisely.â Jade points with the same sly smile.
âInstead of chit chatting,â Vil says impatiently. âHow about taking (Y/N) and the others out of the bathtub and untying them?â
âOh, how careless of me. You're absolutely right.â Azul says before glancing sideways at Jade for a second. Then he smiles at you confidently. âIf you'll allow me.â
He buries his arms in the candy to hold you and lift you out of the bathtub bridal style. It's easy to forget how strong Azul really is. He puts you down on the ground, while the others deal with Grim and Jack, and unties you with magic. He holds your hand to check your wrist.
âJust as I thought, he didn't treat you badly.â Azul comments. âSkully didn't even tie you up too tightly. I don't know how you didn't escape on your own sooner.â He smirks.
âAnd take away your joy of rescuing me?â You say with a similar smirk. âThat would be so mean of me.â
His smile is warmer and more genuine than any he would let others see. Which makes him a little embarrassed.
âHow thoughtful of you indeed. It seems we're even after all.â He finishes by saying, before shifting the focus to the others having difficulty getting Grim out of the bathtub because he wanted to keep eating the candy.
Although discreetly, Azul never left your side again. Not even after returning to the Halloween Town plaza. But that didn't stop Skully from approaching you to apologize in his own way.
âAllow me to express my remorse through actions.â Skully finishes by saying.
He takes your hand and kisses the back of it, but not without feeling Azul's penetrating stare on him. What was most frightening was the fact that it was accompanied by a smile.
Hearing Grim complain that his paws hurt, Skully offered to accompany him wherever he went and would be his new hands and feet. Of course Grim didn't want any of that, he was just hoping Skully would give him more candy or something. However Azul saw an opportunity.
âWhat a thoughtful suggestion!â He says in a cheerfully approving voice. âThat would be a great help, don't you think, Grim? A young man as helpful as Skully as your serva- assistant, would certainly be a very welcome support if I were you. That, and you could give (Y/N) a moment's rest.â He looks at you with that shrewd look. âI'm sure you're exhausted after these past few days too, aren't you, (Y/N)?â
You agree and go along with Azul's plan to get Skully and Grim to go away together.
âDo you really like it when he kisses your hand?â Azul asks as soon as you are away from unwanted ears.
He wasn't smiling, but he didn't seem exactly annoyed either; he was looking at you as if analyzing your response. Flustered or not, you end up admitting that you actually kind of enjoy the gesture. Maybe because no one had ever done that to you before.
âTruly?... So it's more about the gesture than the person doing it?â He adjusts his glasses, with a suspicious look. âAre you sure? Because even after what Skully did to you, you always seemed quite pleased with his company.â
You can't help but look at him with a little smirk. Is he jealous?
âOf course there is a way to prove what you claim.â He says, seeing you more interested in his words and with a certain glimmer of hope in your eyes. But then it's his turn to smile maliciously. âYou can give permission to one of this lovely townsfolk to kiss your hand.
You widen your eyes in surprise and with a slightly... unpleasant expression.
âWhat's wrong?â He looks at you with that triumphant smug smile of his. âDidn't you say it was the gesture that mattered, not the person?â He contemplates your conflicted expression for a moment before continuing. âOr did you expect me to volunteer to do it?â
You get flustered, but try to fight back.
âOkay, maybe the person matters too.â You admit. âAnd isn't that the part that bothers you?â
âBothers me?â He says, without losing his confident demeanor. âAnd why would that bother me? I simply wanted to better understand the effect this kind of gesture has on others.â
âOn others or on me? I'm almost certain you didn't ask any of this to all the others whose hands Skully kissed.â
âWell, the others weren't kidnapped by him. Your perspective is much more... interesting.â
Debating with a silver tongue like Azul's is extremely difficult, but perhaps the best way to counter is with the truth. You admit that yes, it also depends on the person, and that despite what Skully did to you, he was always very careful and kind. The more you talk about what you like in Skully, the more annoyed Azul will get.
Suddenly, he takes one of your hands, leans down, and kisses the back of it with a surprising passion that leaves you speechless. He looks up to appreciate the expression on your face before straightening up, without letting go of your hand yet.
âYour praise for Skully suddenly stopped.â He says with a smug grin as he slowly pulls you closer by the hand. âI wonder why.â He lets go of your hand, turns around, and takes a few steps. âWe've spent too much time here, don't you think? We should go back to enjoying the party.â
Having his hand kissed out of the blue by someone he just met is unpleasant enough, but Jamil would rather go through that again than see the same thing happen to you. And even worse, if you somehow enjoy it.
âLikewise, (Y/N) and Grim, it's a delight.â Skully says before kissing Grim's paw and then the back of your hand.
If you say "You do this with everyone, huh."Â Jamil will feel more reassured knowing you're not so easily fooled, but still upset that Skully had the audacity.
âNow that I've sanitized my hands...â He says as he approaches you, but speaking to Skully. âLet's review our situation, shall we?â And discreetly, he uses magic to sanitize your hand, just as he did with his own.
âSkully kidnapped Jack, (Y/N), and Grim?!â Jamil inquiries to know if he understood Zero's barking correctly when he arrived at Jack's house and found no one there.
Both he and the Mayor panicked, but Jamil had more self-control and managed to calm the Mayor down enough to start organizing his thoughts. He had to inform the others first so they could start investigating and devise a plan to rescue you all once they found out where you were.
As expected of him, Jamil managed to control his emotions to such an extent that his concern specifically for you is masked by his natural stress in situations of this kind. He didn't need people like Jade or Azul messing with him in the meantime.
You were tied up with Grim and a sleeping Jack in a bathtub full of candy when a group of familiar faces approached to rescue you. Jamil wasn't among them because he was with Sebek and Leona taking care of Skully so that the other group could rescue you safely.
As soon as you and the others met up with Jamil, Sebek, Leona, and an defeated Skully, Jamil promptly approached you.
âOh, good. Looks like everyone's safely rescued.â
The others commented on how difficult it was to get Grim out of the bathtub because he wanted to eat the rest of the candy. And while Jack was talking to Skuly, Jamil's attention was drawn to you once more.
âFrom what I understand, Skully managed to tie you up. Can I see your arms?â He asks, offering you his hand so you can place one of yours on top.
You  do so, and with his other hand, he pulls up your sleeve to see your forearm. He then does the same with the other, examining it carefully.
âThe marks are very subtle.â He says, while adjusting your sleeves for you. âJust as I thought, he wasn't harsh with you. They'll disappear in no time.â He gives you a gentle smile. âHow are you feeling? You didn't eat too many candy, did you? Are you hungry? Thirsty?â
You can't help but smile, and probably chuckle.
âWhat is it? What's so funny?â He says with that annoyed face that with time you started to find cute. âWe were worried about you.â
âYes, I can see it.â You say.
He gets a little embarrassed, realizing his insistence, and begins to blush to the point of trying to hide his face with his hat.
Fortunately for him, it was relatively easy to change the subject to Skully, Jack, and what you guys were going to do next, namely return to Halloween Town and enjoy the party you'd been preparing for so long.
All the way back, Jamil never left your side again. You could also tell that he was always trying to position himself between you and Skully, no matter if he was 5 meters away from you.
And everything got much stranger after you arrived at the plaza, whenever you wanted to eat something, Jamil would try to convince you to let him taste it first.
âJamil, I'm not Kalim.â You tell him. âWe're the ones who made these candy, they're not poisoned or anything.â
âBelieve me, I've seen poisoned food that was better protected than this candy.â He says, determined not to change his current stance.
Meanwhile, Skully approaches you two, and Jamil's reflex is to position himself between you two, glaring at Skully.
âOh, I'm deeply sorry to bother you.â Skully says with great regret. âWell, it seems this is yet another action of mine on the list of ill-mannered deeds I must apologize for."
âAnother?â Jamil maintains the same distrustful attitude. âDoes that mean you came to apologize for kidnapping (Y/N) again?â
âBut of course!â Skully replies, raising both hands to his chest. â(Y/N) is such a kindly personage. Even after all my most impolite behaviors, they always remained so understanding and empathetic. The least I can do is apologize as many times as humanly possible.â He then looks at you, partially behind Jamil. âPlease (Y/N), allow me to express my remorse through actions.â
âOh no, you won't.â Jamil answers bluntly.
âJamil!â You say, disbelieving of his attitude.
âOkay, just say that you forgive him.â Jamil turns around and tells you. He was acting so much like he acts with Kalim, telling you what to do.
âI decide what I do.â You say determinedly, and move from behind Jamil to in front of Skully. âVery well, how do you want to express your remorse?â
âAh, just as I said, such a kindly personage.â Skully says, takes your hand and kisses it. âOh, but I don't see your companion here. I'd like to apologize to him as well.â
You tell him that Grim was probably around the food tables, and Skully asks your permission to step aside and go look for him with one last kiss on your hand. You turn around and see Jamil with his arms crossed, staring at you sullenly.
âSee? Nothing bad happened. He just kissed my hand again.â
âYes, and twice this time. Please give me your hand.â
âAre you going to cleanse it again with magic?â
âSanitize it, more specifically.â He extends his hand, more insistently.
You sigh and give him your hand so he can do that.
âYou're exaggerating.â You say. âI'm fine. And everything is fine now. There's no need for you to act like you're my bodyguard or something. Again, I'm not Kalim.â
âYou were kidnapped once, and there's no guarantee it won't happen again.â He then looks at you with a smug smile. âBesides, it's not like you aren't enjoying this. Is it?â
You get flustered being caught.
âLook who's talking, the person who no longer wants to be apart from me.â You manage to reply.
âIndeed... Maybe youâre right.â He whispers, still holding your hand, and places a delicate but loving kiss on the back of it. âPerhaps I no longer have the moral authority to comment on that aspect.â He concludes by saying, looking back into your eyes to appreciate your reaction.
First, Skully had the audacity to kiss Vil Schoenheit's hand without his permission! And now he's kissing yours?!
âLikewise, (Y/N) and Grim, it's a delight.â Skully says before kissing Grim's paw and then the back of your hand.
Even if you say "You do this with everyone, huh."Â Vil won't be reassured at all, especially because he noticed your little smile.
But if you say "What a gentleman.â Vil is going to feel indignant. How can you be satisfied with such behavior? How can you be pleased by such a selfish gesture? To kiss your hand as if he had the right to!
However, he won't comment on that at all. His focus is on what's happening and how you can get back to Twisted Wonderland.
âDid you hear the loudspeaker just now?â Vil asks Epel.
âYes, sir... This is turning into a real mess.â
They had just heard the announcement that Jack, you, and Grim had been kidnapped by Skully and that your whereabouts were unknown, so they needed everyone's help to rescue you.
âThen let's find Skully and make him realize exactly whose bad side he's gotten himself on.â Vil tells Sebek and Epel. âI believe it's just the four of us here. We'll have to look for Skully ourselves.â
Despite Idia's attempts to hide, he couldn't fool Vil or Sebek and was dragged along with them.
You were tied up with Grim and a sleeping Jack in a bathtub full of candy when a group of familiar faces approached to rescue you. Vil was among them and was the quickest to approach you.
â(Y/N), how could this have happened?!â Vil says, but just when you thought he was being considerate, he quickly frowns and looks at you disappointed, arms crossed. âHow could you have let that freshman capture you? That's it! No more deliberation! As soon as we get back to Night Raven College, I'll give you intensive self-defense lessons. Understood? And don't you dare try to make up an excuse. Just because you can't use magic doesn't mean you have to be helpless.â
If you look at Epel while Vil is lecturing you, you'll see him looking at you with pity, like a brother who knows what it's like to be in your position. When Vil finishes scolding you, he sighs.
âLet's get you out of this sugar bath.â He plunges his arms into the sweets and easily lifts you out of the bathtub, holding you bridal-style. He then sits you down on the nearest rock. "Did you eat any of those candy?" He asks disapprovingly as he unties you with magic. "How many did you eat?" And he examines your wrists to see if they had any marks from the ropes.
Depending on your response regarding the candy, you'll hear some more words from him about how too many sweets are bad for your health. But beyond that, you can see that he doesn't seem to want to distance himself from you.
Not even after returning to Halloween Town Plaza.
You didn't notice anything particularly strange apart from his sudden closeness. It was common for Vil to pay attention to your posture and what you ate (especially regarding sweets and whatever strange things the people in that town ate).
But then, Skully approached you and Vil's gaze did not spare him. However, he didn't say anything while Skully was apologizing to you.
âAllow me to express my remorse through actions.â Skully says, takes your hand and kisses it.
Then, he extends his apology to Grim and tries to kiss his paw.
âI, personally, don't know if I would consider those apologies sufficient.â Vil tells you, while Grim tries to dodge Skully. âBut considering the way he ask for forgiveness, I would be content with this if I were you. Even though, unlike you, I wouldn't allow just anyone to kiss my hand without permission to begin with.â
âAnd yet he still did it.â You say.
âHe is fortunate that in circumstances such as the present I can be more... forgiving.â Vil says this last word with a somewhat sinister smile. And then, he seems to have an idea. âSkully. Would you mind looking after Grim while (Y/N) and I go check the decorations? I heard there are some children playing with fire and I'd like to make sure nothing's been destroyed... yet...â
âMrah?! And why do you have to take my hench-human with you?!â Grim inquired.
âBecause that way Skully can compensate you both.â Vil explains casually. âHe becomes your hench-human for a day and (Y/N) has some time to themselves.â
Grim opens his mouth to protest, but Vil gives him that menacing look of someone who will do whatever it takes to get things his way. So Grim swallows hard and ends up accepting the idea. And so did Skully, but without the swallowing part and much happier than Grim.
âWe're not going to check any decorations, are we?â You ask, as if you already know the answer.
Vil simply gives you a smirk that confirms your suspicions.
âVil... May I ask why you are... acting this way?â
âAnd may I ask you to elaborate on that question?â
âWell, you didn't seem too concerned about me or Skully before.â
âExactly, before. Before he kidnapped you. I was already a little concerned that you didn't seem too bothered by his hand kisses, but I didn't think it would come to this, so I didn't express any displeasure or try to interfere in your conviviality. Although I would prefer to simply start teaching you self-defense techniques right away, now is not the time for that. This can wait until these celebrations are over and we return to Twisted Wonderland. Until then, I'll keep an eye on you and Skully. Which is not a bad way to pass the time. I quite enjoy your company.â
âAre you sure that's all there is to it?â You ask.
âAre you trying to insinuate something... dear?â He asks you with a smug smile. Seeing that you are hesitant to answer, he continues. âPerhaps that I feel some kind of jealousy?â
You look at him in a way that kind of confirms that.
âPlease, I thought you knew me better than that.â He crosses his arms with a disappointed look. âUnless...â He smirks. âIs it really just something you'd like to witness?â
You look away and he laughs at your display of having been caught.
âI don't need to be jealous of anyone. Ultimately, anyone you liked more than me would either be because I wasn't your type or because you prefer to settle for less.â He takes your hand, leans in, and kisses the back of it. âBut I don't believe in either option.â He finishes by saying, while looking at you, proudly beautiful.
First, Idia was dragged into that honking gaggle of extroverts, but at least you were there. He knew you could be his support when he needed it. But then there was this new guy, Skully, who apparently had a habit of greeting people with a kiss on their hand.
It was already a shock when he did that to Idia, but when Idia saw Skully do the same to you, the little voice in his head started spouting nonsense.
âLikewise, (Y/N) and Grim, it's a delight.â Skully says before kissing Grim's paw and then the back of your hand.
If you say "You do this with everyone, huh."Â Idia will think: âYeah, that guy probably seduces anyone who crosses his path. He kissed all our hands like someotome game character flirting with all the players. You deserve better than this, someone who saves all the kisses just for you. If you like players, better get a gamer.â He will smile smugly, even though all of this conversation would have only taken place in his head.
If you say "What a gentleman.â This will worry Idia. âWUT?! What you mean, you like that?! Urgh... That silver tongue smiley extrovert thinks he can charm (Y/N) so easily? Slow burn is the best kind of romance, and I've known them much longer than you have! Especially since you literally only met them today... Love at first sight is so, like, brainlessly pathetic.â And he'll probably keep this conversation going in his head until someone speaks to him and he finally snap out of it.
Idia found out that you, Grim, and Jack had been kidnapped by Skully through the Mayor's car loudspeaker. He was in a group with Vil, Epel, and Sebek when this happened.
âHE KIDNAPPED (Y/N)?!â Idia yelled in his head, while the others discussed the matter amongst themselves. âOh no no no no no! I don't like this! Iâm no hero, Iâm an otaku! We are spectators or, at best, a secondary character that fans can relate to. I'm the PC guy with the cool hacking tricks, not some knight who's going to save his beloved from the clutches of a kidnapper. Any one of them can... Wait... but if they do... They will be (Y/N)'s brave hero in shining armor! Oh... wait... I don't think that's (Y/N)'s type anyway. At least not from what I've heard them saying about their favorite anime characters. I think the closest thing to their type would be... AH! ENEMIES TO LOVERS! Could it be? Especially if Skully ends up having a whole redemption arc and feels super guilty about what he did to (Y/N) and wants to redeem himself in any way possible...â
âCome on out, human.â Sebek's voice abruptly brought him out of his trance. âDon't bother trying to hide!â
âEep! H-h-how'd you know I was there? Did my anxiety make my breathing heavy?â
He tries to come up with an excuse for them to leave him behind. Not only out of cowardice, but also because he knows the others would do a better job than him, and he doesn't want to share the blame if the plan goes wrong. But Vil doesn't care and drags him along with them.
You were tied up with Grim and a sleeping Jack in a bathtub full of candy when a group of familiar faces approached to rescue you. You almost didn't notice Idia between them because he had fallen so far behind, but it was hard not to see a guy with his hair.
At no point did he get very close to you. It was the others who pulled you out of the bathtub and used magic to untie you, while he stayed a little further away, observing.
It was only after you returned to the Halloween Town plaza, when you were alone with Grim, that he timidly approached you.
âH-hey...â Idia says in his low voice, with his right hand on his left forearm. âSo... a-are you okay? Like, as okay as can be?â
You say yes, that you're okay now, and you seem very happy that he showed concern for you, even if it was only now.
âWell, it was to be expected that he wouldn't treat you badly. He liked you instantly. And I don't know who would put someone they don't like in a bathtub full of candy and let them eat whatever they want.â He said, smiling. âWell, unless you can't eat sweets... in that case I think it would be torture.â
You laugh, which makes him feel comfortable enough to laugh with you.
âMy deepest apologies for interrupting such a delightful conversation.â Skully says, approaching you. He is there to apologize for everything he did to you and Grim.
You can hear Idia muttering sarcastically under her breath.
âAllow me to express my remorse through actions.â Skully says, takes your hand and kisses it.
He does the same with Grim and offers to keep you company for the rest of the night (or day, it's hard to tell in Halloween town).
âYeah... And what about nope?â Idia tells Skully with a displeased expression.
This surprised you all. Even Skully had enough time to realize that Idia is the type to avoid talking to people.
âFirst, we're practically forced to prepare a whole Halloween party for this extroverts fueled town. Then you kidnap their big shot, (Y/N), and Grim. And now you want to monopolize their company after leaving them tied up in a bathtub? I mean, kudos to you on your complete lack of awareness and disregard for other people's feelings, I guess.â He finishes by saying with that sarcastic smile.
âW-What?!â Skully jumps in place and loses his composure, looking even more worried than before.
âWhy don't you first ask what (Y/N) wants you to do to redeem yourself? Maybe just leaving them alone would be more than enough?â He still has that creepy smile. âFor me, it would be, at least.â
â(Y/N)...â Skully says with some difficulty, as if gathering courage to speak. âI-is it your wish for me to disappear from your sight?â
You say no, that everything is fine, that you've even forgiven him. But, taking advantage of the opportunity, you suggest that Skully could accompany Grim and make sure he doesn't do anything crazy while you take a break from âbabysittingâ him. This, of course, not in such a blunt way because Grim was listening. Skully thanks you again for your immense kindness and indulgence with another kiss on the hand and accepts your suggestion.
After he and Grim walked away towards the tables laden with food and sweets, you turned to look at Idia, perhaps with a disapproving expression.
âW-what?â He tries to remain assertive despite clearly disliking the way you're looking at him. âI-it's not like I lied. And if you really wanted to spend the rest of the night with that guy, you would have just gone and left me alone.â He puts his right hand on his left forearm and looks sullenly at the ground.
âWell, I chose to stay with you. Now you have to make sure my time with you is better than the time I would spend with Skully.â You smirk.
His eyes widen, startled.
âWow wow wow wow! When did I ever make a deal like that? You stayed and sent him away because you wanted to. I didn't promise any quality time.â
âSo in that case, maybe I should go join them.â You turn around.
âWAIT, wait, wait! Talk about changing your mind at the speed of light.â As soon as you turn back to him, his courage goes back into hiding. âAh... H-h-hey, listen, I'm here alone, okay? Ortho isn't here and... hum...â He gets a little embarrassed. âY-you're the only other person I feel... comfortable with.â
âI thought you got along well with Azul and Jamil.â
âThat doesn't mean I enjoy being with them. There are three categories of people we introverts can classify someone as... well, technically I have more, but to make it easier I'll summarize it into three main ones. There are the people I avoid at all costs, mainly extroverted party animals, but not only. This category has the highest percentage of people I've met, unfortunately. Then there are the people I can âget along withâ.â He makes quotation marks with his fingers. âLike, for example, the ones you mentioned. It's quite bearable, but I still prefer the safety of my room. Like, they don't make me want to panic quit from the chat. And finally, the people I... we... um... enjoy being around. Like... a pleasant party member... you know.â
âFunny, you elaborated much more on the first two categories.â You notice and he gets more embarrassed.
âY-you know very well what I'm talking about.â
âSooo... you're saying you enjoy being with me?â
He blushes and the tips of his hair turn slightly pink. He stammered a little, flustered, before sighing and letting his shoulders slump in a gesture of defeat.
âFine... I might enjoy your company. Happy now?â
âMight?â You ask.
He looks away with a cute sulky face.
âHum... I don't know...â You had an idea to mess with him a little more. âYou know, I think Skully likes me more than you do.â You smile mischievously, to make sure he realizes you're not being serious. âAfter all, he's such a gentleman kissing my hand.â You extend your hand to him, playfully.
You thought he would just sigh or get embarrassed, but to your surprise he actually took your hand and kissed it with a quick, scorching kiss.
âWhee hee hee. See who's flustered now.â
Malleus is not the type to see Skully kissing your hand as anything more than a gesture of politeness. So, despite his surprise at having someone he had just met greet you all in that way, he had no other reaction.
âLikewise, (Y/N) and Grim, it's a delight.â Skully says before kissing Grim's paw and then the back of your hand.
If you say "You do this with everyone, huh."Â Malleus will probably just agree with you in his thoughts.
But if you say "What a gentleman.â Malleus will notice your small smile and start to wonder if you really enjoy having your hand kissed that much. And if so, perhaps he should start doing the same to you?
Thunder began to rumble and lightning to strike when Malleus found out that Skully had kidnapped Jack, Grim, and, most importantly, you.
âPipe it down, will ya?â Leona complains. âThe most your thunder will do is burst everyone's eardrums.â
âI often wonder if you are truly intelligent enough to know when it is not appropriate to provoke me, Kingscholar.â
âAnd I wonder if you're smart enough to know when I'm not doing it.â He stares at Malleus annoyed, but not angry. âThe more of a spectacle you make, the harder itâll be for anyone to find out where that badger took them.â He sighs. âGuess I'll have to find him and get his mess sorted myself.â
âWhere are you going, Kingscholar?â Malleus asks as he sees Leona starting to walk away from him. âDo you intend to handle this matter alone?â
âFigured that much was obvious. I'm under no obligation to team up with you just 'cuz you happened to be nearby. Especially with the tantrum you're throwing.â
âTantrum?â He smiles, but the thunder rumbles once more. âMust I remind you that the child of man's whereabouts are also unknown? We cannot risk the worst coming to pass. In the interest of as swift a resolution as possible, I'd prefer to avoid wasting any time.â
âEven if it means hitting everyone in the city with a lightning bolt?â Leona gives him a wry little smile. âSure, I see your point.â
They continue the bickering, even bringing Trey into it, but eventually they move on with the investigation together... more or less.
You were tied up with Grim and a sleeping Jack in a bathtub full of candy when a group of familiar faces approached to rescue you. Malleus approached you so quickly that you could swear he had teleported.
â(Y/N)! Are you well?â He asks as he gently lifts you out of the candy-filled bathtub, bridal style.
Malleus doesn't even need to put you down to untie you. With a simple glance, he burns the ropes without the flames affecting you or your clothes in the slightest.
âAre you injured? Were the ropes too tight?â
You say no, that you're fine. Skully was kind and polite to you the whole time despite what he did. While you were saying this he walked away, so focused on you that nothing else happening made him look back. Aka Grim fighting the others because he didn't want to get out of the candy bath.
You'll need to tell him that he can put you down now, and even then he'll ask if you're certain.
Malleus never left your side again. Apart from that, he didn't seem to be acting strangely. Until, back at Halloween Town Plaza, Skully approached you to apologize for what he did. Malleus didn't say anything out of the ordinary, but you could feel his gaze piercing Skully like daggers, and his imposing presence right beside you.
âAllow me to express my remorse through actions.â Skully says, takes your hand and kisses it. But the moment his lips touched your skin, a thunder sounded.
You take the initiative to make up an excuse for Skully to distance himself from you again, and then suggest that he could go with Grim to the food tables. Grim protests, but you remind him that he was complaining that his paws hurt and he wanted someone (you, but that part doesn't matter now) to carry him around. Skully is thrilled by the idea of redeeming himself in this way, and eventually Grim reluctantly gives in.
The brief storm dissipates as Skully walks away with Grim.
âTsunotarou...â You say.
âYes?â He asks, too casually.
âIs everything okay?â
âYes. I think everything is fine. Why? Is something bothering you?â
âThe thunder. Just now.â You point it out, as if trying to give clues to him to explain.
âOh. Did that startle you?â He smirks. âMy apologies. But shouldn't you be prepared for some frights during this day?â
You cross your arms, look at him, and Malleus makes that cute sulky face.
âIt does not please me seeing him kissing your hand. Especially after what he did to you. Even if it is a sign of genuine remorse. But I did not speak of the matter, did I?â
âYou didn't need to. Your storm spoke for you.â You say. âBut he also kisses your hand.â
âThat does not bother me.â
âBut when he kisses mine, it does?â
âYes, it does. Did I not make myself clear on the subject?â He calmly admits it, oblivious to what it actually means. âWhy are you chuckling?â
You say it's nothing, and that he doesn't need to worry anymore. Especially if he stays by your side. You even admit that you like having him close to you and seeing him so concerned about you.
âI'm glad to know that my closeness is as pleasant for you as yours is for me.â Malleus says with a gentle smile, politely takes your hand, leans down and kisses the back of it. âI will not leave you unprotected again, (Y/N).â
If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post:Â INDEX
synopsis: Following the birth of your child, your husband takes his role as a father very seriously. Little shorts during the first year of your childâs life
âcontent: third years x wife!reader, fluff, all of them are such sweet and patient husbands and doting fathers
Continuation of Bun in the Oven
Master list â here w/c â4.9k (average 620 each)
a/n: small side note, I tried to come up with names for the children that kind of fit the vibe/aesthetic of their father's but feel free to substitute with your own names. All physical descriptions of the kids are left vague
cater diamond
Felix Diamond, born July, 7
Name Meaning: Happy, Luck, Fortune
Your son is a happy baby that has the same energy and playfulness as his father. Felix is not much of a crier, making him an easy baby, but the teething stage was hell, because of how often he wants to put a phone in his mouth
Cater documents literally everything. From the day Felix was born, he has taken so many pictures and videos. Anything he posts on Magicam about Felix is on a private page, but most of the photos he has are going into a scrapbook he's been working on since your pregnancy
"Felix! Over here! Look at the camera!" Cater says, trying to angle the phone in a way that would catch his son and the perfect view of his Birthday Boy T-shirt. Of course, Felix is not paying attention, looking off to the side or at you. "No. Felix. This way. Come on. Look at daddy."
The next photo he catches, Felix is blinking. And the one after that, heâs mid-sneeze.
"Cater, don't worry," you laugh. "Every other adult here will be taking pictures. Someone will catch one of him looking."
Cater sighs, but then smiles. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
It was Felix's first birthday. You decided to throw a small party to celebrate, inviting Cater's family, Trey, Riddle, Ace, and Deuce. Between Ace and Deuce and Cater's sisters, Felix would have more presents than he could fathom opening. Not to mention, they continued to argue over who was Felix's favorite uncle/aunt. (It was in fact Riddle)
You don't think your son quite understood why everyone was fussing over him. It was common for your friends and family to be over as everyone was quite active in his life, so to him, it was probably just another day to him. He was honestly more enamored with all the dinosaur themed decorations as it was his current hyper fixation.
"Why don't we go ahead and sing happy birthday and have him eat his cake?" You suggest. You could honestly tell that Felix starting to grow sleepy from the way he was rubbing his eyes. "I think we don't have much longer before the birthday boy will need a nap."
Felix didn't have sweets often either. so when he was given the smash cake Trey had graciously made for the party, he only continued to pick at the red and white frosting.
"It's your birthday cake, Felix," you say, squatting beside his high chair.
"Ake?" Felix repeats.
"Yes. You're supposed to eat it. See." You dip your finger into the frosting and bring it to your mouth to taste. Felix's head tilts, thinking, before he dips his own finger into the frosting to mimic you. Instead of eating it however, he holds his finger out to you. "No," you laugh. "You eat it."
"Like this, bud." Cater guides Felix's frosting-covered hand to his own mouth. Felix's eyes widen. Every adult begins to laugh when the one-year old begins clawing at the cake and trying to shove handfuls into his mouth. He makes a mess, dropping crumbs on to the floor, smearing icing around his mouth, and somehow, some of it ends up on his forehead and in his hair.
"Ake?" Felix asks, holding a crumbly handful out to you and Cater. Thankfully, there were cupcakes for the adults, so no one had to worry about slobber with their chocolate, but it was still sweet he was trying to share.
"No worries, buddy," Cater chuckles, ruffling the boy's hair. "That's all for you."
You kiss your son's chubby cheek as he shoves more cake into his mouth. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."
trey clover
Hazel Clover, born March 21
Name Meaning: Hazelnut tree, brownish-green color
Trey calls his daughter his "lucky clover." She has him wrapped around her finger, and you playfully warn Trey that his caving to her every whim will get him in trouble when she's older. He hates when she cries, even if its something simple as wanting to eat, because it hurts his heart to see her upset
Hazel sometimes thinks she's bigger than she actually is. As she nears one, she enters the phase of wanting to always help. She helps pick up her toys. She helps mommy pick up clothes. She wants to help daddy in the kitchen.
On days when business is slow, you like to bring Hazel by the Clover bakery.
It not only gives you the chance a few minutes to breathe, but it also allows your daughter to see her grandparents, whom are always eager to take her. Hazel is also quite known among the regulars, and a lot of the elderly patrons love to see her. Your mother-in-law always jokingly says that her granddaughter boosts business.
But, pretty much everyone else is irrelevant the moment Hazel spots Trey.
"Oh look. Her favorite person is here," Trey's mother teases, her jesting further solidified when Hazel stretches her arms out to be held by Trey instead. "I'm going to pretend that I'm not offended that you prefer my son over me."
"Trust me, she treats me the same," you laugh. Trey bends down to quickly kiss you before taking his daughter from his mother.
âWell, this is a pleasant surprise.â Trey smiles when Hazel tries to grab at his glasses. He gently stops her hand, and she giggles when he kisses her little knuckles. âI thought you two were running errands today?â Trey asks you.
âWe were, but your mother offered to watch her instead, so I could actually get my shopping done in peace,â you explain. âHer timing couldnât have been better though, because Hazel wouldnât go down for a nap today, and you know how fussy she gets when sheâs tired.â
Hazel's bubbly giggles fill your ears as Trey tickles her. "Giving your momma trouble, huh, little clover?" He coos.
You smile at the sight, albeit somewhat tiredly. Your husband was always so good with her, even from her early infancy. He even limited his hours at work until Hazel was about four months old, and while you assured him that you would be fine if he went back full time, you would be lying if you said that there weren't times you were a bit overwhelmed.
"I hate to trouble her," you begin nervously, "but do you think your mom can be persuaded to keep her overnight? Just for the night! I'll pick her up first thing in the morning, but if it's a problem, then it's no big deal and--"
"Sweetheart," Trey interrupts. "I'm sure my parents would be happy to babysit. You never ask them for anything, so I'm sure they won't mind."
âA-are you sure?â
Trey reaches into his pocket for his wallet and hands you his debit card. "I'll go talk to her. Go run your errands and do something nice for yourself while you're out."
You take the card hesitantly, trying to downplay your budding excitement. "Really?"
Trey nods, his expression softening. "I'll make reservations somewhere for us to do dinner. Just the two of us. I think a break will do us well." He knew his mother wouldn't mind, truly, but seeing the smile on your face when you eagerly ran out the bakery was worth it.
leona kingscholar
Amara Kingscholar, born August 1
Name Meaning: Grace, Elegance, Strength in Igbo language
Your daughter is a daddy's girl through and through. It's a running joke in the family that Leona is her favorite person in the entire world. She doesn't necessarily cry if someone else holds her, but she is watching to make sure that Leona doesn't leave the room
Leona denies it all the time, but Amara has him wrapped around his finger. He always calls her "princess" or "runt." There's no doubt that he would go to extreme lengths for his daughter, and is extremely protective over her.
When you went to Amara's nursery to get her from her nap, you tried not to be surprised when you found her crib empty. Now, if this had happened when she was a newborn, then yes, the whole palace would be on lockdown. But now, you were so used to it that it was almost amusing to you.
You walk to the window, pulling the curtains back. Amaraâs nursery was just across the hall from you and your husbandâs room, but because it faced the opposite side of the palace, her room had an overview of the gardens. A broom lolls leisurely past, weaving through the maze of flowers as if taking a mere stroll.
âLeona Kingscholar!â You shout. âYou better not drop our daughter!â
Leonaâs ears twitched, annoyed by your yelling. He wasnât that far away or that high up. And he was the captain of Night Ravenâs magicalshift team during his school years for a reason. You seriously worried too much. Especially because Amara was clearly enjoying the ride.
Amara was cradled in his arms. Well, more like Leona confidently carried her with only one arm as he controlled the broom with that cool nonchalance of his. What really concerned you was the lack of harness or anything to keep her secured to Leona, but your young daughter only happily clapped her hands as the wind tickled her cheeks and ruffled the tiny curls on her head.
"Your mother worries too much, doesn't she?" Leona asks Amara, who merely smiles back at him with a mostly toothy grin. One of her canines was beginning to poke through. He holds her close, guiding the broom a bit higher over the garden of sunflowers. Amara squeals excitedly. "See. A little height never scared you anyway, now did it?"
It was a weekly, if not daily occurrence that Leona took his daughter flying. He started it actually as a way to settle Amara when she grew fussy. One evening when she was only a few weeks old, she oddly refused to go to bed. You were beyond exhausted after having tried everything to get her to go to sleep, so Leona told you to go lie down while he handled it.
He decided to try taking Amara outside for some fresh air. When that still didn't work, he figured maybe she'd like taking to the skies, and found one of his old brooms amongst his magicalshift equipment. Although Amara never fell back asleep, her large doe eyes remained transfixed on her surroundings in clear awe.
It quickly became a habit, and something that Leona honestly looked forward to doing when he was finished with his work for the day.
Babbling something incomprehensible, Amara tried to wiggle out of Leona's hold so that she could lean forward to touch the flowers when they flew by. You think your heart nearly stops when Leona swoops her to his other arm and tosses her into the air.
"LEONA!"
âSheâs fine!â Leona shouts back, a cheeky grin spreading across his face when a giggling Amara lands safely in his hands. He kisses the tip of her nose before smiling back at you. âAinât nothing gonna happen to her while Iâm around.â
vil schoenheit
Violetta Schoenheit, born May 8
Name Meaning: derived from the word viola, the violet flower symbolizing modesty, faithfulness, and beauty
From such a young age, Violetta had such a strong personality. Even as a baby, she was sassy. As she got older, if she didn't like something or want it, she'd turn her nose up at it. You blame Vil for her stubborn streak. She quite literally is his mini me
Vil opposed letting his daughter be a part of any form of entertainment. He was a child actor and knowing how hard it was growing up, he did not want his daughter involved in the industry. If she expresses interest when she's older, he'd happily support. But he wants her to enjoy her youth, and he even takes time off working to be a part of her early milestones
"No, Vi, we don't touch that," you lightly scold, moving your daughter away from the outlet she for some reason had a strange fascination with. Your daughter let out a pouty huff, like she was mad that you were simply trying to prevent her from being electrocuted. It almost made you laugh, because it was eerily similar to an expression Vil has made on more than one occasion.
âHere. You can play with this,â you say. You try to hand her her toy mirror that crinkled and made noise when squeezed. Vi was always fascinated with her own reflection, and that seemed to divert her attention from the outlet. (For now).
The front door lock then clicks open. âHey, Iâm home,â Vil announces as he enters the apartment, his tie loosened and blazer across his arm.
Smiling, you quickly stand to go greet him at the door. âWelcome back!â You kiss him then take his jacket. âHow was your day?â
âLong,â Vil sighs tiredly.
Now that Violetta was nearing a year old, he decided to slowly start returning to acting. But Vil wasnât ready to be completely booked up yet, still wanting to be available for his daughter and you if need be. The day had been full of meetings regarding his upcoming schedule and which roles had lower time commitments. And most importantly, he didnât want any roles that required additional traveling.
âIâll tell you about it later.â Vilâs expression softened. âHow are my favorite girls?â
âOh you know,â you laugh, âVi is so full of personality. Just earlier she wasââ
When you turn to where you had left your daughter by the coffee table and her play mat, you freeze. Beside you, Vil stiffens, his breath hitching.
Violetta was holding on to the table, standing on wobbly legs.
âWhen did she learnâ?â Vil gapes.
âI-I donât know. She hadnât done that all day andâoh my goshââ
Your daughter takes an unsteady step towards you and Vil. She hesitates to completely let go of the table, one arm outstretched for balance.
âCome on, Vi, you can do it!â Vil drops to one knee, extending a hand out to try and coax his daughter towards you both. Violetta reaches out for him. âThatâs it! Come to mommy and daddy. You got it.â
Youâre holding your breath, before having half a mind to quickly whip out your phone to record her as she toddles over to Vil, only nearly falling over once. When she stumbles into Vilâs awaiting arms, she bursts into cheerful giggles and the two of you shower her with praises.
Immense pride fills Vilâs chest with a fluttering happiness he canât fully describe. He also feels, relieved. If he had only been home just an hour later, he wouldâve missed the moment entirely. From the day she was born, Vil had made a promise to be present for everyone one of his daughterâs achievements, big or small.
And it was a promise he fully intended to keep.
rook hunt
Adrian Hunt, born November 29
Name Meaning: person from Hadria, dark one
As a baby, Adrian was quiet but observant. He never fussed much or really even played with toys for that matter. Often times, he just likes to look out the window, which gave Rook the idea of taking his son outside for walks. And how your son absolutely loves going outdoors.
Rook endearingly calls his son, Mon petit observateur. Although he is much calmer than him, it seems like Adrian has also taken an appreciation and fascination with beautiful things. However, Adrian kind of has a bad habit of staring blankly at things he finds interesting. Poor Epel thought the baby had a problem with him.
It seems like fatherhood comes so easily to Rook.
Bath time is always a breeze and mess free. Never has he had to fumble or struggle to set up and take down the stroller. And it's almost as if he has the magic touch to put down Adrian for a nap hassle free.
While you're immensely grateful to have such a doting husband who goes the extra mile for the baby while you're postpartum, you can't help at times feel frustrated. Of course, if you want to sit with your son, Rook by no means keeps him from you, but he hardly lets you lift a finger as you recover from giving birth.
He's running all the errands, keeping up with the house chores, and taking care of the baby. And you begin to feel as if you're just sitting around, taking up space, not contributing. Like you're not fulfilling your role as a mother properly.
"Mon amour, what shall we do for dinner tonight?" Rook cheerfully asks, entering the living room where you finished nursing Adrian. "Would you like to go out to eat? Or perhaps I can make something?"
"Actually Rook...could I cook tonight instead?" You ask hopefully.
Your husband's head tilts in seeming confusion. "But of course, if that is what you wish, but wouldn't you prefer to relax?"
"That's the thing. I appreciate all your help, truly, but I'm tired of relaxing." You place your son into his playpen. He coos up at you, putting his hand in his mouth, making you smile. "I don't feel like I'm being particularly useful at the moment, and when I do do something, it already comes so naturally to you that I feel like there's no point of me even being present..."
"Oh, non, mon amour. Please don't think such a thing about yourself!" Rook crosses the room in two quick strides, taking your hands into his. "I truly apologize if I've been overstepping as it was not my intent. Given that your birth was not the easiest, I would be doing a disservice as your husband if I did not allow you to adequately recover."
"I know..." You mumble. "I guess I just feel bad, because I got it in my head that I should be doing more or else I'm a bad mother."
"You are farthest from such a notion, so please get the thought out of your mind." Rook brings your knuckles to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss against them. "I'm only able to be the father I am, because I have you by my side as my wife and the mother of our son. We are a team, and I need you as much as our petit Adrian. Okay?"
You exhale a relieved sigh. "Okay. Thank you, Rook."
Rook flashes you a charming smile. "Non, thank you for all that you do." At that, Adrian babbles something that sounds somewhat akin to agreement, making you and Rook laugh. "And it seems like our petit observateur feels the same."
idia shroud
Caelum Shroud, born August 14
Name Meaning: Heaven, sky
Caelum is a mamas boy to a T. Poor Idia doesn't know what to do, because if you so much as leave the room, the boy will cry. It lowkey starts to offend him how much Caelum prefers you over him. But just like his father, his son is pretty shy around strangers.
Caelum really loves Uncle Ortho, and perhaps its partially because they share the same birthday and that he's fascinated with the technology. He's a curious kid, and once Idia realizes Caelum starts to take an interest in his computers, he begins talking to him as if he's a STYX employee
Idia heaved a sigh of relief when Caelum finally fell asleep.
You went out to run a few errands while Caelum was down for his nap, thinking that youâd be quick enough to return before he woke up. Of course, that wasnât the case and Idia hardly knew what to do to settle his melt down. Not to mention, the baby had been teething lately and was more fussier than usual as his teeth were starting to come in.
Somehow though, Idia managed to soothe his son without crying himself (thank you white noise machine).
âIâm never ever going to forget giving my mother or my wife something for Motherâs Day,â Idia mumbled. âThey both must have superpowers.â He collapsed in his gaming chair, suddenly exhausted himself. On the bed, Caelum slept soundly, softly sucking on his pacifier. For just a few moments, Idia watched him.
It almost didnât feel real at timesâstill didnât nearly five months laterâthat he was a father. Some days, Idia felt a sense of imposter syndrome. How did someone like him end up so lucky to have a wife that loved him and a literal family of his own? He wasnât in some video game or false reality? Was he truly even deserving of it all?
On his desk, his phone lights up with a message from you saying that youâll be home in half an hour.
At that moment, Caelumâs face scrunched up. Idia tensed as the boy began to wail once more. âOh no. No. No. Please donât cry.â He picks Caelum up, trying to cradle him the way you do while giving him back his pacifier. Caelum wonât take it.
âCaelum, please,â Idia sighs. âIâm trying my best here.â
As his sonâs cries grow louder and his own anxiety spikes, he tries to recall if thereâs anything you ever said or done. One memories quickly comes to mind. âI realize that sometimes, he just wants to be held,â you had said, holding Caelum against your chest. âSome people have mixed opinions about holding the baby too much, but Iâm not going to let him cry if all he wants is me.â
Sitting back down in his chair, Idia unzipped his hoodie to allow Caelum to lay more comfortably against his chest. Caelum continued to fuss for a bit, but his whimpers quieted down as Idia rubbed his back. It wasn't long before the infant lulled back off to sleep.
âYes!â Idia whispered after he eventually successfully gave him back the pacifier. He exhaled a relieved sigh, before leaning back into his chair. Just for two seconds, he needed to close his eyes and take a breather.
Thirty minutes later when you came home, youâre welcomed with the adorable sight of your two favorite boys asleep, Idia still holding Caelum securely against his chest. You took a quick picture, planning to show your mother-in-law later.
lilia vanrouge
Mira Vanrouge, born December 21
Name Meaning: Admirable, peace, wonder
Lilia 2.0. From the moment she could start crawling, Mira is a terror. And she inherits her father's cuteness, making it nearly impossible to be mad at her. It also doesn't help that Lilia enables any mischievous behavior of hers. He partly gave her the name "Mira" because in his words, it's "short, cute, and deceptively innocent."
Arguably, her favorite person in the world is Silver. It's not even her parents. And Silver loves his baby sister. Lilia has been around for a long time and has seen much of the world, which he wants to one day show Mira. At the same time though, he's determined to keep her happy and protect her from the same heartbreak he went through centuries ago.
You roam the halls looking for your husband and daughter.
After dinner, you had stayed behind to clean up the kitchen while Lilia offered to run Mira a bath and get her ready for bed. However, imagine your surprise when you went to your daughter's nursery and neither her nor Lilia were present.
"I told him that we have to keep her on a routine, or else itâll be hell when sheâs older,â you grumble.
Unsurprisingly, Mira was a bit of a night owl like her father. But because of her young age, she was often fussy when she didnât get enough sleep. And trying to soothe a cranky infant was no fun. You had been working on trying to get her to go to bed at a consistent time, but your husband wasnât always on the same page.
Not finding them in the master bedroom, you circle back to the living room when a dim light catches your attention. Curiously, you peek through the doorframe and catch a view of the most heart warming sight.
Lilia sits in the armchair, Mira in his lap dressed in her footie pajamas. Heâs got a book open between them and from the worn cover, you could only assume that it was one of the many fairy tales heâs collected over the years. His voice is calm and soothing as he reads from the worn, yellowing pages. Mira seems to be listening intently, but you note the subtle way her head nods forward occasionally, trying to fight off the sleep.
âHmm, what ever will happen next?â Lilia muses. âHave you fallen asleep on me, little bat?â Mira rubs her eyes, stubbornly trying to stay awake. Lilia grins. âIt seems not. Let us continue then, shall we? Chapter 2: out of fear of the wicked fairyâs curse, the princess was hidden awayâŠâ
It doesnât take much longer for Mira to finally succumb to her slumber. Her eyes eventually flutter close, her breathing evening out steadily as her head lolls back against Lilia. He pauses mid page, then quietly laughs. âLooks like the bedtime story did just the trick, right dearie?â
A smile softens across your face and you enter the room. âWorked like magic, didnât it?â
Lilia places a bookmark in between the pages before closing the book and setting it on the coffee table. He stands with Mira in his arms, cradling her close. âIâll finish putting her to bed. You can go ahead and lay down if you would like.â
You give him a kiss on the cheek. âThank you, Lilia.â
âYou donât need to thank me,â Lilia says with a smile. He traces gentle circles on Miraâs back, prompting her to curl up closer against him. âIâve seen so much of this world and have so many stories I want to tell her. I just hope I can tell them all to her before my time with her comes to an end.â
malleus draconia
Aurelian Draconia, born October 31
Name Meaning: golden, gilded
Aurelian is a quiet, curious child who always seems fascinated by the most minuscule things. Malleus was the one who actually chose his name, and the elder fae were not happy he strayed away from the typical naming conventions of the Draconia family (His grandmother though loves the name and her great-grandson)
Malleus grew up lonely, and he's determined to keep his son from feeling the same way. He's always actively present in Aurelian's life, and doesn't plan to hold him to the same expectations and pressures of royalty. As long as his son's happy, then that's all Malleus cares about.
Malleus couldnât fall asleep.
He wasnât quite sure what the source of his troubles were. Only that the hours continued to stretch into the night, the moonâs glow filtering through the curtains, and he was blankly staring up at the ceiling. Beside him, you slept soundly, likely exhausted from having to get up hours earlier to nurse Aurelian again.
Pressing a gentle kiss against your temple, Malleus quietly rose out of bed so as not to disturb you. He donned his black robe and left the room.
Perhaps it was instinct that took Malleus to Aurelianâs nursery. Although it was common for some of the servants to take care of the royal children, he himself remembers having a nursemaid, Malleus was adamantly opposed to having anyone tend to his son outside of you or himself and the occasional Lilia. He wanted to experience the full extent of fatherhood, even the less savory parts like changing diapers or waking up in the middle of the night.
And most importantly, Malleus wanted to ensure he was there for Aurelian in the way his parents unfortunately werenât able to. Every moment was a precious memory he valued.
"How peculiar,â Malleus mused as he approached his sonâs crib. Aurelian stared up at him, green eyes blinking as the mobile overhead rotated slowly. His arms were swaddled against his chest, but he didnât appear uncomfortable or bothered by any means. âIt seems you were up as well, yet you didn't cry to alert me or your mother."
When he undid the swaddle, Aurelian extended his arms in a big stretch, letting out a small yawn. Immediately after, he stuck his hand in his mouth, beginning to suck on it.
âWere you unable to sleep as well, my little prince?â Malleus asks, bending down to pick Aurelian up. He cradled the infant in his arms carefully, still always worried about potentially dropping him. âThe night is still young. Why donât we take a stroll around the gardens?â
Aurelian cooed something incoherent, which Malleus took as confirmation and smiled. The two of them left the nursery, heading outside. It was rather warm outside despite the time of year, but Malleus still kept the blanket bundled tightly around his son. As curious as ever though, Aurelian tried to peek over the fabric and take in all his surroundings.
"Your mother and I used to frequent these gardens when I was still courting her," Malleus recalls fondly. "We got quite in a bit of trouble with Lilia for being out so late, but he promised not to tell my grandmother that we were unattended after hours."
He continued to talk to his son, speaking casually about fond memories and miscellaneous stories from his youth while he leisurely strolled through the gardens. A particular statue then seems to capture Aurelian's interest, his head turning to keep up with it when Malleus walks by.
"Fascinated by the artistry of this particular gargoyle, are we?" Malleus asks, adjusting Aurelian for him to see better. "Why don't I tell you a story about it? Maybe then you'll find your way to peaceful dreams."
