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• When he does realise, his immediate reaction is worry.

• Riddle doesn't have many close friends. And the ones he does have, he's scared to lose. That includes you, even if he now knows his feelings for you are beyond platonic friendship. You are still important to him as a friend, too, and he doesn't want to lose that.

• Once he realises his crush, his behaviour does absolutely change around you. I don't necessarily see him as the tsundere type? But he will be very easily embarrassed by small acts of kindness or really anything that shows you care about him. He may even attempt to distance himself a bit, because he doesn't want to make a fool of himself in front of you.

• As for whether he'd confess, I think he ultimately would, but he'd agonise over it quite a bit.

• Like I already said, he doesn't want to lose you. Even if his feelings aren't returned, he would want to stay friends, and he wouldn't want things to change between you two either. For this reason, he put off being honest about his feelings for quite a while; but ultimately came to the conclusion that he had to.

• It came down to Riddle thinking it would be unfair to keep it from you. He feels guilty for "lying," in a way, and ends up getting it out there just because he thinks you deserve to know, rather than because he truly thinks you'll reciprocate.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

• Leona's difficult. About everything

• Something in him knew he felt a certain type of way about you a very long time ago, but it took him a lot longer to admit that to himself, even longer to even think of admitting it to anyone else.

• His first strategy is to ignore you, as well as his feelings for you, thinking that if it's just a meaningless crush, it'll go away. When it doesn't, he'll spend a good while sulking and angsting about it in bed.

• When he finally comes to terms with it, his behaviour is kind of confusing. Hear me out: I think he fumbles, but in the way that he overthinks, so goddamn much.

• It's very difficult to just have a conversation with this man post-him accepting his feelings for you, because every time he speaks to you, he's over-analysing every word that comes out of your mouth, turning it over a million times in his head before arriving at the "best" conclusion as to what to do next. The problem with this is that it just makes him come across as very strange.

• Nothing he says is natural or seems like a normal response, or something that should come out of his mouth. It's like he's committed to a 4d chess game thinking you're on the same wavelength while you are playing checkers.

• He's also fully aware of how embarrassing every interaction with you is for him and beats himself up over it relentlessly. Sometimes Ruggie will give him a look as if to say "are you good man? what was that?" and Leona wants to disappear.

• Would he confess? I'm honestly not sure - leaning towards no. Leona is a person so full of self-loathing that I think he's more likely to resign himself to pining from a distance, with the reasoning that he feels you shouldn't have to put up with him and his plethora of issues.

• I can, however, see him confessing for a similar reason to Riddle - because he thinks you deserve to just know. I also think he might confess if he thinks that it might be his last chance to do so at any point, if that makes sense.

• Honestly just take the initiative and confess to him yourself. It's so much easier.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

• So, unfortunately for you, Azul on his own is kind of hopeless with a crush. But, unfortunately for him, Azul is not on his own!

• Azul is actually pretty decent at hiding his feelings for you behind a poker-face, but he can only pass it off to people who don't know him well. Jade and Floyd know him very well.

• They're extremely unhelpful at first and do nothing but embarrass him. They don't directly say anything about it to you, but Jade gives you both knowing looks whenever he sees Azul speaking to you, and Floyd has made sneaky little remarks about it in front of you in the past, which he thinks is funny to do because it always makes Azul flail in trying to shut him up.

• They start taking it more seriously over time when they start realising that Azul really doesn't plan to do anything about his feelings.

• He's insecure, absolutely riddled with self-doubt, and as childish as it may sound, he is scared of being laughed at. Of coming to you with his feelings and being made a laughingstock, treated the same way by you as he was by his peers when he was a child.

• This basically answers the question of whether or not he would confess: No. Absolutely not.

• That is, for the time being. Like I said, he isn't alone.

• Jade and Floyd won't actually sit him down and have a heartfelt conversation about this with him, that's not really how their dynamic is. However, they will start actively trying to set the two of you up. Literally "Jade asking Azul to meet him at a specific time while Floyd does the same to you, only for neither of them to show up and you and Azul are alone together" type schemes going on here.

• It's mostly just endless ploys to get the two of you alone together to just, talk. In the hopes that, eventually, Azul will become comfortable enough with you to let his guard down and finally just tell you. They are sincerely trying to help.

• Time is running out though, because if Azul doesn't do it soon, Floyd might get bored and tell you instead.

KALIM AL-ASIM

• Kalim is also going to take a while to realise he has a crush on you. Jamil might actually have to tell him, because he's likely to start doing kind of romantic things with you (i.e holding hands, calling you beautiful, buying you very expensive gifts) without really seeing any of it as romantic. Once he's told, it all clicks in his head, and he comes to terms with it very easily.

• Too easily, in fact.

• Kalim's biggest problem is that he is going to come off way too strong, way too fast. And Jamil is going to have to be the one to listen to him go on about it and try to give him advice.

• Kalim's notes so far on what not to do (from experience):

• Do not skip everything and jump straight to marriage. He just thought it would be the quickest, most efficient, most romantic declaration of his love! To tell you that he wants to be together forever. But marriage is, of course, a process that could potentially uproot your entire life, and is a big step forward even for couples who have been together for years. So perhaps it shouldn't be the first step. He didn't return the ring though, just in case he gets to use it in the future.

• Don't tell people you are dating when neither of you have even asked the other out. He just thought it was obvious that you both liked each other, so he assumed that meant you were dating. He did end up referring to you as his "partner" to quite a few people though, so he had to correct that.

• No pet names, no extravagant gestures, and no absurdly expensive gifts. "Just don't come off too strong in general," was what Jamil said. "You'll scare them off."

• Eventually, he will settle down and give you a normal, toned-down confession. Ignore the fireworks that go off right after. He definitely did not order those.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

• Vil's situation is still a bit complicated, but he's far less awkward about the whole thing than a lot of the others on this list. He's actually just a pretty normal guy with a crush.

• Firstly, his demeanour doesn't change much. He won't get shy around you, if anything he gets far bolder, and I do absolutely see him as the type to flirt. He'd like it if he can get a flirty banter dynamic going with you before anything becomes official.

• Secondly, I think he might be prone to jealousy, and unfortunately he can get pretty nasty about it. I think he'd act quite petty if he noticed you getting a bit too close to someone else, or worse, if you actually had a date.

• Don't get me wrong, he does just want you to be happy. But some selfish part in him wants to be the reason you're happy, rather than some other student who he likely sees as an overall inferior option for you compared to himself. His logic is that you deserve only the best in life - and it doesn't get much better than Vil Schoenheit, does it?

• All of that being said, when he decides to finally be forthcoming with you about his feelings, he will respect your choice. Especially because he's actually kind of worried too.

• He is a world-famous celebrity. And he's completely straightforward with you, about the media attention you would receive if your relationship was to go public, about the potential backlash, the stress, all of it.

• Even if the feelings are mutual, he wants you to be very sure of your decision beyond just that and for you to understand the risks involved. He might even tell you to take a bit more time to think it over.

IDIA SHROUD

• Oh god oh no, oh Seven oh fuck

• Predictably not even remotely chill about it at all.

• Idia actively hides from you. He just knows he can't speak to you because every time he does, he says or does something so embarrassing and cringeworthy that he's going to lay awake at night thinking about.

• I do think he kind of stalks you though. He doesn't creep on you in your room or anything, but he'll use the cameras he has set up all over Sage Island to just... keep an eye on you sometimes. Yes, he is aware that this is creepy, even Ortho says so, and he feels bad about it. But he just likes to look at you.

• He ends up treating you like some kind of un-attainable goal. He fantasises about being in a relationship with you in a similar way to how one would with fictional characters or celebrities; he's aware it will always remain as just a fantasy, something he can never have in the real world, and he's okay with that. He thinks he is, at least.

• He does talk about you to Ortho quite often. Ortho is the only person he can talk to about stuff like this. And of course, his little brother is supportive, telling him to just go for it, because he never knows what might happen!

• But he won't. He can't.

• He's a Shroud. His life already has a predetermined path. He'll work at S.T.Y.X, hidden away from the rest of the world, fulfilling his family's duty until he dies and passes the burden onto the future generation. If he were to enter a relationship with someone or potentially marry them, they would have to share that existence with him. It feels like too much to ask of anyone. So he just won't.

• I don't think he'd ever confess.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

• Malleus is afraid of losing you. He's afraid of losing a friend, and afraid of losing a lover, whether it be because he does something wrong or because your life will inevitably come to an end long before his will.

• He's another one who flirts quite brazenly, though behind the scenes I can see him having a crisis over this. He wants to tell you, he has to tell you, but there are a lot of things he needs to come to terms with first. Not the least of which is that he will have to watch you age and die.

• He considers for a moment, if it would be kinder on his heart to never let your relationship blossom into something more. But he can't imagine living the rest of his long life thinking of you as something that could've been.

• He thinks of Lilia, who took in a human son. He must have been aware of how short the lives of humans are, and how little time he would have to spend with Silver. But he did it anyway, fully aware of the suffering he will face once the time comes for Silver to pass. Why? He spends a long time agonising over the question.

• Why let love into your life when you know it will only last a short duration, and ultimately leave you heartbroken?

• Lilia and Silver also answer this question for him. Because the people you love leave an impact far beyond the amount of time they remain in your life for. They leave behind memories and lingering feelings of love and joy, and things you've learned from loving them.

• And when he remembers you far into the future, he'd prefer to feel that bittersweet happiness, rather than regret and longing over what he never had the guts to pursue.

• If there's anything he isn't the biggest fan of, it's "candid" paintings of himself. It's not that he thinks they're bad, and he understands that he looks his most natural when he isn't aware he's being sketched, but he always finds them a bit embarrassing to look at. He doesn't want you to stop doing them, he just doesn't want to see how he looks taken off-guard.

• I imagine him finding the Overblot painting was an accident. He isn't the type to go snooping through your work - so some kind of shenanigans would need to happen for him to find it tucked away in a corner. And he is completely taken by surprise.

• He recognises himself right away, and is struck by the intensity of the artwork. It looks... angry.

• Of course, he looks angry in the painting, but that isn't all. The way it's drawn is almost messy, with hazardous strokes of paint seeming to suggest a certain fury baked into the canvas.

• He spends far too long just blankly staring at it. He hadn't known how he looked when he Overblotted, he realised. He isn't sure he likes it. When had you made this? The way you depicted him was nothing like how you usually did; the loving and careful lines were gone and replaced with harsh, jagged edges and seemingly randomly picked, nonsensical colours. It was less like you cared about the result, and more like you just... had to get this down on canvas somewhere.

• When you return, everything is moved back into place, and he doesn't say a word about the painting.

• He knows art is often a medium for expressing one's emotions, and he can hazard a guess as to the sheer frustration that had led to you putting that down on canvas. He wasn't sure if all of that anger was aimed at him, but he supposed it was none of his business. He just doesn't want you to see him in that way ever again.

• He appreciates your candid paintings a lot more now.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

• Doesn't mind being your muse, he just doesn't want to pose.

• So if you'd like to sketch or paint him while he's relaxing or sleeping without needing him to do anything, go for it. He's incapable of being taken off-guard though. He'll always meet your eyes when you're sketching him no matter how secretive you think you're being and ask you if you're getting a good look.

• Also, despite claiming to not want to pose for you, you're pretty sure he does show off a little when he knows you're looking. You could've sworn that shirt button wasn't undone just a few seconds ago.

• I don't think he'd frequently go snooping through your things, but he also doesn't see the big deal in doing so. He's likely to find the painting while looking for something else, and given it's hidden away in a corner and turned around to face the wall, of course he gets curious and wants to take a peek.

• He was not expecting an unfinished sketch of his Overblotted self on the other side.

• He puts it back right away, his mood instantly souring. He doesn't want to see that, especially not in the way you've drawn it.

• It was just so... pathetic. The way he was framed to make him look so small and weak against the blot overwhelming and consuming him.

• Unlike Riddle, he will actually say something about it, asking you why you made it in a very pointed tone of voice. And when you respond by saying that you just felt the need to paint the pain you saw in him that day, he asks you if that is how you still see him.

• "If you really want to know how I see you, take a look at any of my other paintings I have of you."

• Finally, he just scoffs. He really doesn't get how you artists think.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

• Azul has mixed feelings on your paintings of him. Of course, he admires your skill and appreciates it very much, but he never seems particularly enthused about seeing how it turns out.

• To be clear, he thinks your art is spectacular. He just never quite got over how odd it feels to see himself on canvas.

• He isn't as insecure about his appearance as he used to be, but when you've hated your own reflection for most of your life, that line of thinking is difficult to get rid of. This becomes especially clear when you ask to see his Octopus form one time so you can paint it, and he swiftly shuts you down.

• Despite it not being the body he was born with, Azul at this point in time only truly feels comfortable with himself when he's in his human form, and even that fragile confidence is hanging on by a thread. He'd take a very long time to even want to show you his mer-form at all, never-mind have it painted.

• So you ended up painting his Overblot instead.

• Maybe it was a slightly odd decision - but you remember there being something so captivating about how he looked back then. You feel a little guilty thinking it given the situation, but he was truly beautiful.

• And when he finds it, he's less upset than you'd expect.

• You always portray him so adoringly, and this painting was no different. The ugliest, most humiliating moment of his life - after he'd lost all of his contracts, threw a "tantrum," had his past aired to you against his will and even tried to hurt you - drawn in such a gentle, kind, understanding light. Like he's someone who deserves that sympathy.

• He almost wants to cry, and laugh at the same time. What was he so afraid of? You've already seen the worst of him, and this is how you chose to portray it.

• Azul doesn't mention the painting, but he does tell you that he may be more open to letting you paint his Octopus form now.

JAMIL VIPER

• He's a little bit concerned. And also flattered.

• Generally speaking, Jamil is completely willing to be a model for your paintings, but will often ask why you chose him. He (in-universe only, because you and I both know this isn't true) doesn't stand out much in terms of looks, and he wonders why you don't find someone more suitable to paint. You can say it's because you love him and he'll smile and roll his eyes at you.

• He always wants to see the finished product. He isn't an artist, so he can't give detailed feedback, but he'll compliment your work and try to point out a few specific things about it to praise so he doesn't sound uninterested.

• Still, he never quite got what the appeal of painting him was. He makes an effort to blend in as much as possible, to look as average, bland and dull as can be. He's not used to being in the spotlight, and it's a little weird to see so many paintings with him as the focal point.

• To be honest, he probably ends up finding the painting while cleaning your space. It doesn't matter how tidy you are, Jamil can never leave anything well enough alone if it looks disorderly to him.

• And when he sees it, I honestly imagine his reaction as vastly different to anyone else on this list. I think he'd be weirdly flattered by it?

• His Overblot is by no means a fun memory to return to, but for some reason I can't get this image out of my head of Jamil staring at a painting of his Overblotted form, tilting his head and thinking, "I look kinda good here."

• I don't think he minds that you painted it. He'll bring it up to you later, asking why you never showed it to him before, and jokingly tells you not to be stupid when you admit that you didn't think he'd have a positive reaction to it. He'll go on to praise it like he does with all the rest of your paintings.

• Also, you made him look kind of domineering in it, and he likes that. A bit of a confidence booster, for sure. Local teenager discovers he's got aura.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

• He's in his element. He's another one who isn't too big a fan of the candid sketches, but mostly because he really would much rather pose for you. It's literally his job.

• Vil will outright demand to see every new painting you've made of him. He loves all the little details, it just shows you've been paying very close attention to him, as you should.

• I think he's also the only one who would try to give you any constructive critiques about your art, and they're usually at least semi-helpful.

• He does have a few favourite paintings of yours. Ones where he can just feel the love behind each stroke, the attention given to every minor detail in an effort to put down every little thing you love about him. And despite preferring to model for you, he finds that the candid paintings are often the most beautiful of all.

• Vil is another one who I think may be prone to re-organising your room; not necessarily obsessively cleaning it to the same degree that Jamil might, but he does often find himself suppressing a long-suffering sigh every time he sees how cluttered your workspace has become. And the one time he takes it upon himself to help you out, he comes across the painting you'd hidden away.

• It strikes him where it hurts right away. His Overblot was the lowest he'd ever gone, the ugliest he'd ever been. He had resorted to poisoning his competition - completely giving up on his own chances to win fairly - and had completely broken down. Even if he doesn't remember the actions he took while Overblotted, he does remember the loss they suffered to RSA right afterward, maybe even because of what he'd done back then preventing everyone from performing at their best.

• It was his greatest failure and a complete disgrace. But your loving attention to detail hadn't changed a bit.

• His eyes sting with tears and he puts the painting away again, feeling as though he can't look at it any longer. He just can't wrap his head around it. What part of what he did back then deserved this kind of love?

• He may bring it up to you later, but not now. He isn't even sure what he'd say. Right now, he plans to remind you how grateful he is to have you. He feels like he hasn't said it enough.

IDIA SHROUD

• He keeps asking you to draw anime characters.

• No seriously, please just draw anime characters instead of him, he is begging you.

• He doesn't dislike the paintings of him that you actually manage to finish, it's just difficult to get any sketches prepared because if he notices you're drawing him, he gets really embarrassed and fidgety and will probably try to hide.

• You have so many unfinished sketches because of this, and you have to be extremely sneaky about it now. But strangely, when you show him the finished artwork, he's all over it, and will go on and on about how cool you made him look. But for some reason he just can't stand knowing he's being drawn, no matter how much he knows he'll like the outcome.

• It also might be easier to just start taking photos of him out of nowhere to use as reference instead. He calls you a creep for it but you can just as easily say "look who's talking."

• On the note of him being kind of a creep, I think Idia looks through your stuff on a kind of regular basis. He's not looking for anything, nor is there any goal in mind at all for why he does this. He's just like that

• So when he finds the painting, he knows it must be fairly recent, because it wasn't there the last time he snooped. Which then only makes him panic even more when he turns it over and sees what it is.

• Why are you drawing this now? He knows what he did back then was awful - literally potentially world-ending - but you've always seemed so understanding, like you knew he wasn't completely in control by the time he Overblotted. What he means is, it's never posed an issue in your relationship. At least as far as he knows. But if you're drawing his Overblot this recently, are you still, like, mad at him for it? Traumatised? Why haven't you said anything to him about it?

• What if you feel like you can't talk to him about it because you're scared of him or something? He thinks you've been acting normal, but what if it's just pretend?? Do you hate him???

• Prepare to wake up to 30 "do you still love me" messages at 5 in the morning.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

• Malleus is almost strangely happy to be your muse. Not only does he want to see all the finished products, but he'll analyse them in excruciating detail, often leaving you the embarrassed one.

• He's another one that is impossible to take off guard, as he'll always notice when you're sketching him. He won't change what he's doing though, choosing to ignore it until you're finished so he won't interrupt whatever vision you had in mind.

• He often wants to show off your art and will take literally any excuse to do so. If you're happy with this, then great; but if you're shy about your art, you have to be careful not to let him hold the finished artwork for too long lest he disappear with it to show to anyone who will listen.

• Definitely plans to have your art hung up on his castle's walls someday.

• Malleus doesn't make a habit of looking through your things as a whole, but your artwork? Certainly. It's how he ends up finding the painting of his Overblotted self.

• He isn't necessarily happy about it, nor is he upset that you put it to canvas. He'll keep the art with him until you return, so he can show it to you and use it as a gateway to have a conversation with you about it.

• It's more like an opportunity to get his thoughts in order and just... make sure everything is understood between the two of you. He wants to know any and all lingering thoughts or feelings you have surrounding what he did back then, and he wants to be as forthcoming as he can with you about his own, as well.

ʚ⁺˖↪ LEONA

Doesn’t even offer a surprised blink when you ask him. Instead, he simply motions you to lie on top of him on his bed, no further explanations given. Not very sure of what he has in mind but eager to find out, you make yourself comfortable on top, a folded leg on either side of him. Leona doesn’t offer anything more than a small grunt, and soon enough, you feel his hand land on the small of your back to angle your torso closer to his face. You brace the fall by quickly supporting yourself with your forearms against his pillow, but he had positioned you in a way that your chest was at level with his head. “How do you expect me to suck on your tits if you don’t come closer?” He’s so annoying, but you don’t linger too much on the thought because he hooks his fingers beneath your shirt and rolls it up, bunching it on top of your breasts. At the clear absence of a bra, Leona sends you an amused glance as he pinches a nipple between his fingers and rolls it. “You were eager for this to happen, weren’t you?” “Please, I know you’ll enjoy it as much.” Leona’s hand encloses around a breast, almost purring at the softness, before his tongue drags upwards in slow motion, your nub becoming taut from the stimulation. Without letting go of you, he opens his mouth wide to taste more than just your nipple, tongue tracing around the areola and savoring you. Soon, he finds himself seeking more, growing greedy and sucking at the sensitive spot—not covert enough in how he keeps teasing you with his fangs each time he draws your nipple into his warm mouth, slathering more and more saliva the longer it goes.

ʚ⁺˖↪ JAMIL

Lips in a straight line and impassive eyes—Jamil’s expression hasn’t changed since you brought this up. However, the longer you look at him, expecting him to say something, you see his cheeks taint with a reddish hue. When you try to take a better look at him, he faces away and pretends to need to do something before retaking the conversation. He doesn’t get far with that little ploy, though, as you’re familiar with his tactics. He’s another one that needs a gentle push in these endeavors. Not because he’s timid (although there’s some level of unease given his limited experience with intimacy) but more so because of his tendency to hold back his desires. Nevertheless, it’s not too difficult to get him to plop on the velvety cushioning of his bed. At first, Jamil allows you to take the lead when you get on top of him and kiss him with the intention of alluring him. In some way, he’s like a cat that tolerates your advances as long as it’s within his terms yet the moment you tiptoe out of it, he readjusts the dynamic. Jamil’s rather sensual without meaning to in the way he caresses your body. His intention is to maintain a degree of self-control by first sliding his hands from your hips to your sides, lips pressing into the side of your neck. His lips are soft against the tender skin, taking his time to descend upon the sliver of skin exposed by your shirt. Ever the observant, Jamil considers that your enjoyment of him taking his time with you is a plus even if this gentleness comes from another intention. While garnering your reaction, his thumbs brush the sides of your breasts. “You might lose balance if you keep writhing like that.” “It’s hard not to when you’re touching me like this, you know?” His mouth is still attached to your skin when his hands snake under your clothes, feathering the tips of his fingers along your waist until his thumbs end up brushing your nipples. Despite it being a faint touch, it was enough to garner a breathless reaction from you, rewarding you with another trail of his fingers on them. Jamil massages them with upwards and downwards motions, alternating with circular caresses. It reaches a point you can’t hold it back any longer, and you take it into your hands to undo the buttons of your shirt, urging him to do something about the dizzying ache. Jamil’s aware of the speeding thrum of his heart at the sight but remains collected on the outside. His eyes are closed once again when he leans closer to you, lips fluttering down your collarbone and in the direction of the center of your chest, where he prefers to nuzzle his face while both hands get to work. He maps the overall shape of your breasts with his palms, the softness, and any textured blemishes that stand out to his digits. Once he’s had enough of it, then he latches onto that taut nub that has been standing for attention.

ʚ⁺˖↪ MALLEUS

Therefore it is ABSOLUTELY VITAL to be as touchy as possible with him AT ALL TIMES!

Listen. He needs it

And seeing him internally panic (with that same poker face he puts on for everything) every time you get too close is just TOO funny

He's a blusher, I know this, and so he's red down to the neck whenever you so much as brush shoulders or link arms

Not even his handkerchief can hide it

He is like... PAINFULLY easy to fluster. He SUCKS at being a tsundere

Even the smallest gesture and he's reconsidering all of his life choices

Not that he doesn't enjoy it... he does. He just can't comprehend what's happening in his body when you hug him

Anyway. He would like having little flowers put in his hair (and if anyone says anything about it he mentally crushes their diaphragm)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Fellow Honest

Attention whore

Listen.

Unlike Rollo, Fellow has no qualms (or SHAME) about being doted on

Maybe there was like, two minutes of apathetic resistance, that "I don't need love/support/etc I'm a strong independent hardened criminal raised on the streets" schtick

But like. Look at him. Do you think anyone has ever sought comfort or closeness with him without being paid to do so?

At the end of the day he both:

#1 Enjoys feeling special and appreciated by someone sweet

#2 Enjoys rubbing that in everyone else's face

He would get pretty smug walking around campus with you on his arm, wearing signs of your intimacy like a badge of honor, making those boarding school brats seethe with jealousy that a weak nobody like him could get so close and personal with their beloved Prefect...

Fellow also just enjoys closeness, though, and he's pretty touchy on his own (though he's more of an "arm around your waist/hand on the small of your back" kinda guy)

Also he has cute ears for petting and foxes wag their tails when happy. Just something to consider...!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Skully J Graves

YOU being touchy? What about HIM being touchy?

This is the guy who kissed you immediately upon meeting you that we're talking about!

Skully is an old-fashioned gentleman, and he would be beside himself with shame if he weren't offering to hold your hand or link arms when escorting you

He's got no sense of personal space to begin with, no boundaries, especially when it comes to the things and people he adores!

With time, his standard set of manners could easily evolve into a private sort of intimacy, reserved only for you...

Frequent hugs and kisses and gestures of his undying (haha) devotion!

Yeah I got nothing more to say, this is basically canon

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Swing

Now, I know you're wondering: is there anyone on this list who wouldn't be over the moon for some good ol fashioned loving?

And the answer is NO!

because Mr. Swing is also playing on the "no boundaries" team, and if he likes you, or just thinks you're cute, then he's certainly already made it known

Whoever said he's like an overgrown house cat was right on the money tbh

No impulse control, no inhibitions, strong sense of "I want it, so it's mine" entitlement...

He is a HUGGER

Let's hope you have a good set of lungs and a strong back, because he's not letting go for a good while

It's not so much of an "allowing you to" situation as it is a "demanding you to" situation

You WILL be putting cute ribbons and flowers in his hair

You WILL be holding his hand

Darkness greeted you before anything else—a thick, suffocating void that swallowed up a light that had a chance of entering, an absolute void on all sides of you. Shadows bled into each other until the world became a formless abyss. And, to be fair, there was nothing else. You stood in the center of nowhere.

But how did this happen? Were you dreaming? It didn’t feel like a dream- no, no, this felt very much so real. But… how?

It wasn’t as if you’d performed some grand ritual or done anything extraordinary at all before sleep claimed you. Actually, it was quite the opposite, since hours earlier, you’d listlessly scrolled through your TikTok notifications on Twisted Like Heaven’s main account, sifting through comments about the new update—nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that should have summoned you to this place. Freshly graduated and rolling in money, your days blurred together in a haze of idleness and dissatisfaction, each moment more hollow than the last.

This place… You weren’t even sure if this was reality, and if this was happening, wherever you were wasn't a figment of your dream-like imagination– the drop in your stomach felt more real than wherever you were.

You took a step, and then another; your body felt like mush, almost like a really bad hangover that had you slow and groggy, and left you with a dull, aching pain that seemed to sit in every bone of your body.

You couldn’t think; you could barely move. Your steps were tiny, fractured, and it took all the strength in your body to move barely an inch from where you began. 

What. the. Fuck. Was. happening.

[SYSTEM INITIALIZING…] Welcome, Player.

Loading route data… Loading protagonist…

ERROR: “YUU” NOT FOUND

No protagonist found.

Attempting replacement. 

Reassigning narrative anchor…

…

What the hell does that mean?

…

….

[NARRATIVE INSTABILITY DETECTED]

[PROCEED: ENTITY RECOGNITION FAILURE]

[RESOLUTION: IMMEDIATE RECONSTRUCTION INITIATED] 

[SIDE CHARACTER ROLE: LOCKED]

What—

That’s it. Literally, your vision completely cut out, there was no more liminal space, no system updates. Just… nothing. It was eerie in a way, the calmness that settled in your chest, which felt like it shouldn't have been there, but was. It was peaceful; you had no control over it, yet you didn't care. You weren't thinking about your dream, or not-dream, or anything at all. It was all just nonexistent— like all your worries from before had evaporated.

…

This vague calm, of course, did not last long.

Immediately, confusion rushed through you. You could hear laughter; you could hear it, yet you couldn't see it. You couldn't see anything. There were footsteps, and then more, and people talking in some distant place– a place that you couldn't see, only hear— almost as if you were there with them, and yet, you weren't. No space was attached.

Where were you?

You blinked, and in that half a second, the inkiness in your gaze disappeared, and you saw it– the dots covering your eyes melted away, showing… a hallway? A big one, with green lanterns– not even lanterns– fire in places of torches; there were people dressed in strange uniforms,  and speaking things that you couldn't comprehend. 

Why did this feel so real? 

You blinked again, and thin, glitching lines cut across your vision for a split second before vanishing. Your body still barely responded. You couldn't move. You couldn't feel. You could only gaze numbly and watch.

An abrupt chill hit your body, like, really fucking cold. Sharp and immediate, it was like the air stabbed into your skin with tiny little bullets; you felt the flesh prickle, your body shook like it was covered in ice. You shifted your head slowly. It still ached to move, but not nearly as much as before. You pulled your arms in, instinctively wrapping yourself uselessly in your own feeble attempt at an embrace.  Why was it so cold in here?

 Your body finally began to catch up—still sluggish, stiff, and wrong– but you could now look around, no matter how aimlessly, and take your surroundings in. Girls and boys were rushing through the corridor like a stream; some looked happy, laughing with their friends— all of whom were wearing similar strange uniforms- and others resembled stone-faced students who just wanted to get to class.

You stared down into your hands for a moment, then around again.

You gaped at one of the large, mahogany doors, the intricate designs that ran down each one— the grey astragal that connected the two was large and ornate— just like everything else around you. You took in the stone-piled walls that surrounded each door that descended down the hallway; all four sides of you seemed to loom over your figure. You felt exceptionally small as your feet carried you forward. This was an expensive high school.

You scanned over the faces of the people again, but this time, your breathing stopped. For a fraction of a second, only a moment, everything halted. Foots ceased to move, mouths seemed to have been frozen mid-conversation, and for just the slightest moment, every single head in the hallway turned slightly towards you. Not watching, not exactly, but almost as if they were all collectively checking if you were there.

You took a step back. There was definitely something wrong in this place. Everything turned back to normal in just a second. 

SYSTEM CORRECTION: RESUME NORMAL ACTIVITY 

Everything resumed instantly, almost like nothing had happened. Footsteps carried on, and people chattered up once again, turning away from you completely. Except you saw it! Why were those words in front of you? Why couldn't anyone else see them?

You were so enraptured in your own- what would you even call it? Hallucination? Weird system talking to you? Whatever the fuck just happened, you were too overwhelmed and distraught, you missed the person next to you almost completely.

He was tall, blonde, handsome, even– and maybe you would’ve noticed that if you weren’t already in total shock. 

“Hey, you there, [Na–” his eyes glaze over. Silence. “Forget it.”

And then he walked away. Just completely stopped talking to you and walked away! Your heart felt like it might explode from the speed at which it hammered in your chest, and your breathing was shallow and ragged.

“Excuse me?” You breathe out.

He keeps walking.

You didn't even realize someone was walking right into you before it was too late… No, like, literally through you. They didn’t even flinch. No reaction or acknowledgement… it was almost as if you weren’t even physically rendered as an obstacle. You didn't know how to react. Why was there so much going on right now?

Another moment, and all the sounds of chatter drop; the scene shifts slightly back to how it was before, and all the lights around you go back to normal– like reality rewound for a second and then snapped back into place.

COMPENSATION COMPLETE. 

A sharp impact jolts your shoulder. It’s not violent enough to hurt properly, but enough to prove two things— whoever did that was an asshole, and the fact that you were physically here now.

“—Tch. Move.”

A tall figure brushes past you, adjusting his course at the last second like you were a random person he didn’t want to or need to give a second thought about.

You stagger half a step, but he pauses his footsteps, stopping vaguely. “…You there?”

The voice is low. Controlled. Annoyed, but not emotional in any real sense.

You look up at the male, momentarily regaining your senses. He’s tall. Dark hair falls onto his shoulders as you look into his sharp, steady eyes. Well-put-together in a way that felt intentional.

He studied you for a moment too long and you shrunk under his gaze. “…[Name]?”

For a second, nothing happened. There’s no system interruption and no error. Just the question hanging there. You hesitated before responding; you don’t trust your own voice enough not to sound shaky just yet.

“…Yeah.”

A pause. Then a faint exhale through his nose—almost a whistle, almost amusement, but not quite either.

“Lock in,” he says flatly. “Crewel’s going to have your ass for skipping the past few days.”

He starts walking again, like the conversation is already finished, like it was never important. And like you were never unstable to begin with.

Wait. Crewel–?

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Finally, finally, you gathered your bearings. 

This school was like a maze —no, this was worse than a maze. Mazes at least made sense if you stared at them long enough. This place just… repeated itself. You were completely and utterly lost, genuinely. How could a building have so many twists and turns, and why, by God, did everything look the same? Every time you passed a framed portrait, you swore—swore—it changed when you looked away. A blink too long and the face wasn’t the same anymore. A tilt of your head, and the eyes weren’t looking where they were before.

Or maybe you were just losing it. That felt equally as likely.

A sound brushed the edge of your hearing—almost laughter. Almost. The kind of noise you weren’t sure you were meant to notice.

You stopped walking for a second.

Nothing changed, not even a little bit. Shut up, brain, stop freaking yourself out here.

You were going to give up; this was just too much. Your head throbbed violently in the corner of your skull, an intense, buzzing static pounded in your ears, and your legs felt like wood being dragged through a current. Every step was just one moment closer to absolutely losing your shit. You couldn’t even find a bathroom properly, to throw up or cry; you didn’t know which, probably both; whatever way your body chose to betray you this time.

You closed your eyes and leaned back for a moment against the cool stone walls, taking a deep breath through your nose, the chilled air now calming you just slightly. People were beginning to disappear into their classes, while you remained. 

The air shifted, not dramatically, just something changed.

The hallway sound didn’t stop, exactly. It just… delayed. Just a half a second behind, like a lag, and the sound was catching up. A student brushed past you—and for the briefest moment, their steps didn’t echo. And then they did.

You slowly opened your eyes, barely peeking through your dry eyelids. The corridor was still full. Still normal, definitely still alive. Just off. You couldn't look at this shit anymore. No matter where you went, something abnormal would happen. A faint pressure pressed against your awareness; it wasn't a voice or a sound, it was almost like a notification, but inside your head?

[ROUTE ASSIGNMENT COMPLETE]

You were exhausted; you didn't want to keep walking, your eyes flickering closed as you breathed in the newly empty hallway. The air was suffocating, or maybe you were imagining that, too?

“…[Name].”

You flinched, opening your eyes at the sharp tone. Lord, it momentarily brought you back to high school when a teacher caught you skipping class. Eugh.

The corridor resumed like it once was before, like it had been released, much like the deep breath you had been holding in. The green lights flickered down the halls, the once-blurred signs on the doors returning to something more normal— and readable. You turned your gaze to the figure— a fluffy black-and-white striped coat draped over his arms caught your eye instantly; the red velvet behind it seemed luxurious, and definitely out of any teacher's pay grade in your world. A similarly dyed side cut, matching suit with a sleek red tie, and matching dark eyes with an unimpressed frown on his face.

Oh. Oh no…

Crewel didn’t move immediately. His gaze stayed on you a moment too long—sharp, assessing, like he was calculating how bad he wanted to whip you for your disrespect.

"Professor…" you sigh, barely meeting his eyes. What a mess.

“…Strange.”

You hesitate, fidgeting with the sleeve of your uniform. How did you get yourself into this shit? “Excuse me?”

His whip lowered slightly, not relaxed—just no longer needed for the moment. “No recorded attendance for the past seventy-two hours, and you finally decided my class is important enough to attend- is that right, [Name]?”

Silence.

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as if something on an invisible list wasn’t matching up. “And, in a gesture of your very apparent care for your academics, you arrive late."

Your stomach dropped. “I— I’m just lost, I was trying to find—”

“Enough.”

It was only one word, clean and final. But not angry, per se, more corrective than anything. He exhaled through his nose, like this was an inconvenience he had dealt with before. “…Your negligence is becoming intolerable.”

His eyes sharpened once again, making you feel small under his gaze. What is wrong with you, [Name]? He's just a teacher. Well, yeah, but this wasn't exactly a normal circumstance. Sigh… what to do..

“You will accompany me to class.” You knew that wasn't a question.

"Broaden your mind," he huffed. "And use your inner eye to see the future."

Your feet moved before you had time to fully process it. This situation just kept getting worse and worse, but your panic was caught in your throat. Crewel could see you, say your name, and even order you around like he would anyone else. At least now, for the first time since you got here, you weren't wandering.

"This way. You will face your punishment at a later time."

You let out a breath and follow after him, his fur coat waving dramatically as you enter the room behind him. The classroom itself was nice— and unfamiliar— potion bottles lined the sides of the room, and piles of books just beside them. The students were chatting loudly just like before any class; it was normal. The first and almost only normal thing, it felt, since you got here.

Well, jokes on you, because would you look at that! Every single seat was taken by one person or another. Great, your day just kept getting worse and worse by the minute.

Crewel strode over to the front of the classroom as you walked the front aisle slowly. You felt small and out of place, and you just wanted to go home. You glanced around one more time, making sure the only place left to sit was… right next to Floyd Leech and Epel Felmier. Why, oh why, did the universe hate you?

You took your seat slowly, noticing the bag on your shoulder for the first time in the entire past hour. Was that always there? Whatever, you sat down in your seat, keeping your head down in the slightest way.

[SIDE CHARACTER POSITION CONFIRMED]

You freeze, obviously, and groan internally.

Cool. Fantastic. Whatever the hell that means. Was this thing gonna keep popping up every time you do anything? Right, okay, side character, alright, you get it. You glanced around, praying for the love of everything good, not to have Floyd Leech notice you. The last thing you needed right now was that menace breathing down your neck, or worse, trying to squeeze you.

Nothing happened, thankfully; no one stares at the UI message or anything like that. Nothing glitched or exploded; it simply faded away. That almost feels worse, almost.

Crewel set down his books loudly and cleared his throat with an ehem!. The whole class went silent with impressive vigor, straightening themselves and looking towards the teacher— yeah, maybe Night Raven College was a bit different from high school after all.

"...Since some of you seem to believe punctuality is optional..." His eyes flicked toward you for half a second.

"...I trust no one will repeat today's display."

Hahaahahaahahah! Great! Awesome! Public humiliation in the first hour of the day! Ten out of ten, truly.

Okay, [Name], get a grip. Potion class. Easy. Lessons in Twisted are normal.

The lecture began, and you rolled your eyes and cried to yourself. You already finished high school! You'd already forgotten what a bore it was. Whatever. What choice do you have anyway?

The lesson dragged on, Crewel's voice droning on and on about some mystical plant(?) Really, you were more focused on doodling in your notebook than actually paying attention. You couldn't focus on some potion lesson even if you tried. To be fair, you'd been magically transported to Twisted Wonderland of all places, and honestly, that didn't seem like the worst possible thing. I mean, it could've been like Chainsaw Man or something. Now that would've been a nightmare.

Regardless, Crewel's voice droned on and on, which really only served as background noise to your inner turmoil. Yuu not found, huh? It was crazy, you still weren't completely positive you weren't hallucinating all this. But in some way or another, it really just felt like you were trapped in some unstable, potentially unfinished version of the game.

"Leech," Crewel called suddenly.

Floyd, who had spent the better part of the lesson absentmindedly spinning a glass stirring rod between your fingers, didn't even bother looking up.

"Hm?"

"If your attention has drifted so far from today's lesson that you believe yourself qualified to teach it," Crewel drawled, resting one hand atop his desk, "perhaps you'd like to explain the proper preparation of a Sea Witch's Bloom."

The classroom went silent.

Floyd blinked. "...Nope."

"Then kindly refrain from demonstrating to your classmates the remarkable hereditary talent of the Leech family to occupy space while contributing absolutely nothing."

Your pencil stopped moving.

No.

No fucking way.

Discord — #intro-build

papameatstoe: canon crewel isnt enough of a menace highk make him a bit meaner

thatgirlname: LMFAO alr

papameatstoe: Make him sound like a total ass like a mr. hemlier in chem when he'd fuck with ppl for no reason

thatgirlname: BRO DONT REMIND ME… the incident….

thatgirlname: and yh bet i got u

"Then kindly refrain from demonstrating to your classmates the remarkable hereditary talent of the Leech family to occupy space while contributing absolutely nothing."

papameatstoe: OMG ID CRY

silverfish: POOR FLOYD DUDE THAT'S SO SCARY

thatgirlname: dada crewel will be a dick

The memory vanished as quickly as it appeared, your heart dropping to your stomach in an instant. There was no way, right? You stared blankly at the front of the class.

"No…" You whispered under your breath.

That line was not written by Disney, it wasn't even in Twisted Wonderland. That was your line; you wrote that. Not inspired by it, not similar— literally word for word. A cold knot twisted itself inside your stomach. You could be sick right now.

If you were the one who wrote that, and Crewel just said it to Floyd, of all people. This was Twisted Like Heaven.

Also known as the unfinished build, the one with placeholder routes.

The one your friends had spent months stuffing with inside jokes, dialogue rewrites, hidden flags, and two hundred different ways to be killed, get other people murdered, kidnapped or imprisoned.

…

Oh, you were so unbelievably screwed.

The lecture resumed as it should have, and you stared blankly at the wooden desk in front of you. You couldn't even doodle anymore. The scratching of lead against paper filled the air as students took their notes, class clinked softly against tabletops, and behind you, Floyd laughed obnoxiously at something Epel muttered under his breath.

Everything continued exactly as it should, but your brain just refused to.

That wasn't canon. We changed that.

...We changed a lot of things.

Your fingers slowly tightened around your pencil. "...Shit."

How much had made it into the final build? How much had made it into the leaked build? How much had your friends written while you were asleep? Because you only handled parts of the dialogue!

The routes, the hidden endings, and the event flags.

Someone else had balanced affection values. Someone else had implemented bad endings.

Someone else had...

Your blood ran cold.

...I don't even know half this game.

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Fun fact! did you know that if you feel sleepy around someone you love it isn’t boredom but a biological sign of deep emotion safety. Your brain interprets their presence as secure and safe so it turns off its own alert mode which in turn allows your body to rest (ㅅꈍ﹃ꈍ)

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Afternoon sunlight spilled through the warped glass of the ramshackle dorm windows, dust motes danced slowly in the air as the sun casted a warm golden hue across the wooden floorboards.

There was an old oak grandfather clock in the corner of the lounge room, one that had presumably been there for decades…the golden pendulum that sat dead center of it swung slowly from side to side, causing it to tick away in a steady and hypnotic rhythms. It was the only sound breathing the comfortable silence between the two of you

Truly this was a rare pocket of time you were gifted, it was peaceful and quiet which was a big change from the usual chaos loud you experienced in your new day to day life and you absolutely cherished it!

You were supposed to be studying for the latest history test coming up, you had to! With professor trein making the latest assignments excruciatingly difficult for no apparent reason you knew the test wouldn’t be any different!

Unfortunately this was the last resort…fortunately, you had the best study partner in the world! who also just so happened to be the guy you were practically head over heels for

Your textbooks and notes were open and sprawled out on the wooden coffee table but your attention had long since drifted from the messy notes and books in front of you, instead your gaze kept wondering to the body that sat besides you on the worn out sofa

He had insisted on coming over under the guise of helping you study, this was a big test coming up after all!…or perhaps it was to keep you company, to have an excuse to hang out with you alone..hm maybe even both!

Over the past hour his usual sharp focus had begun to slowly slip. You watched, thoroughly endeared as he fought a losing battle against his own exhaustion. His eyelids fluttered shut and his breathing would even out before he stubbornly jerked awake not even a moment later, blinking repeatedly at a spot on the wall before the cycle repeated itself. Occasionally he would let out a soft mutter, one that was meant to be a reply to questions you had asked but even that began to slow.

Finally, with one soft, quiet sigh that sounded entirely too vulnerable, he surrendered to his own exhaustion. His head tipped to the side for a moment before coming to rest against the plush back of the couch before eventually falling asleep

You hadn’t noticed as you were reading over some of your own notes, referencing one of the textbooks to make sure you had the correct information

“Ohhh…oh! Okay so I think I got it now, the queen of hearts would play croquet using flamingos for mallets and hedgehogs for balls..? Well what about…”

Slowly your voice trailed off as you finally looked over at him, expecting to see him wide awake instead you were met with the surprise of his sleeping figure. He looked truly ethereal as his chest slowly rose and fell, breathing evened out as he slept peacefully

Slowly you set the notes down, the urge to study was completely thrown out the window. Without the burden of his past weighing him down, his duties, and just the basic everyday stress that fell upon him to keep up with classes, his features were completely transformed into something that was the equivalent of calm..

The air in the room suddenly felt thicker, it was charged with unspoken tension that had been building up between the two of you for months before this

-The lingering looks that lasted for a second too long

-The “accidental” brush of hands in the halls as he walked you to your next class

-The way he seemed to gravitate toward you in a crowded room, completely ignoring everyone else around him

-The way he looked at you like you hung the moon just for him…a look he saved only for you.

All of these things others around you seemed to catch. They knew how you felt about him I mean you even knew how you felt about him! Your heart would always do a frantic little dance against your ribs just by him being in the same room as you!

You were almost certain he felt the same about you

Almost..

Your eyes traced the curve of his cheek, the shape of his nose, focusing on the tiny details on his skin as you smiled to yourself before letting out a soft sigh

You wanted to let him rest, you could finish up studying by yourself and hey, just having him here with you no matter if he was asleep while you studied wasn’t so bad!

Without thinking too much about it you shifted closer, slowly moving as to not make the old and rusty springs of the sofa cushions creak. You hovered just inches from him, close enough to feel the faint warmth radiating from his skin before you leaned in all the way, pressing a quick but oh so tender and lingering kiss to his skin..

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Riddle Rosehearts 🌹 (cheek)

The second your lips leave his cheek his eyes snap open. It takes him only a second to process that you the first person he’s ever pinned over just kissed him

That second that he process things he quickly bolts upright, so quickly in fact one could assume he’d just been electrocuted

His cheeks immediately flush, the color that dusts his cheeks and travels all the way up to his ears rivaled the red of his hair. His mouth slightly agape as he stares at you with wide eyes

"What..what on earth do you think you're doing!?" He stammers out quickly as his voice was an octave higher than usual. He wasn’t mad by any means! No no..he’s just completely flustered and it’s so painfully clear.

He scrambles backwards, pressing himself into the armrest of the sofa that creaks slightly under the sudden shift of his body, his hand finds it’s way to his cheek as he touches the spot you kissed

“One must not!…you simply cannot…unsolicited..!” He scrambles for words, blurting out anything that came to his mind but all he can think about is the kiss, one he wished he could’ve been fully awake for, one he wanted to initiate more than anything…not that he would admit it

There’s a furious fluttering of his heart, one that’s much too distracting as he completely gives up on trying to speak for a moment. Truthfully he didn’t know how his heart didn’t jump out of his chest and run out of the room right then and there!

The moment he registers that soft and amused look you’re giving him he let’s out a soft huff, gaze moving over to look at the table for a moment before looking back at you

"T-this is highly inappropriate and unacceptable for a study environment, prefect! If you do not wish to study anymore I will be taking my leave!" He mutters out as he stands up, frantically grabbing his notes and textbooks with trembling hands

His usual put together composer was…well it was completely broken!

Before he practically sprints out of the door he stops, his back faces you as he looks down at his feet for a moment, arms tightening around his books and notes

"Ahem, Prefect..I believe we can study another time. Please clear your schedule for this saturday. I would...like to host a private tea party. Just the two of us so l expect you not to be late!" With that..he takes his leave, he knew he’d have a lot to discuss with you the upcoming saturday and he was nervous…

Though past that nervousness the thought of opening a new chapter with you only made his heart flutter more

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Leona Kingscholar 🦁 (temple)

A fun little secret here..he wasn’t actually asleep! Fun right? He was simply resting his eyes, enjoying the quiet as you scribbled things down on a loose sheet of paper…that was until you leaned in

The second your lips brushed against his temple his hand swiftly shoots up, his fingers loosely but securely wrap around your wrist as he keeps his expression the same, his eyes not opening as he stays silent for a moment. His tail swishing slowly from side to side before stopping.

The passing moment was one that seemed much longer to you than it actually was

“Oi. You’re getting awfully bold, herbivore.” His voice is thick and vibrating with that smug satisfaction that makes your stomach flip

A triumphant smirk slowly tugs at his lips as he opens one eye to look at you, his gaze was more gentle than usual as he kept a hold of your wrist

A second passes before he lets out a soft chuff. You freeze at his touch, your cheeks heating up as you try to pull away only for him to not let go…Instead he gently tugs you forward with ease

He shifts his body with you so his back head is against the arm rest of the couch with you landing on top of him with a soft thud

Your head laid snug against his chest as he adjusted himself just a little more for your comfort and his

“Think you can just sneak up on me like that and get away with it?” He murmurs as he wraps one arm securely around your waist, both of his eyes are open now as he looks down at you

You can feel his eyes on you, slowly you look up just enough to meet his gaze, to your surprise THE leona kingscholar’s cheeks are flushed with a rosy pink, his pupils slightly blown as his tail wrapped around your leg protectively

He closes his eyes again, allowing his head to lay against the arm rest again as he let’s out a content sigh

“Look. Screw the studying I can always just give you the notes for this anyways. You owe me for this little stunt you pulled so just lay down. When we wake up we’re gonna have a long talk about this so don’t even think about moving.”

With that he goes silent for one last time before slipping into unconsciousness, his arm still wrapped around your waist as his tail stayed curled around your leg

The textbooks and notes were long forgotten on the table as you laid your head back down on his chest, you knew what he wanted to talk about and honestly? No words could explain how nervous you were…

Despite that you slowly followed in his footsteps as you felt yourself getting sleepier. Melting into his touch you drifted off in his arms

He’d never admit it but he’s also nervous…but also proud. Proud that he’d soon be able to call you his.

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Azul Ashengrotto 🐙 (forehead)

Due to his naturally cautious nature and the fact he’s a sensitive sleeper thanks to the fact he’s still not quite used to sleeping in places that aren’t hallow and hard he feels the shift in the air before you even lean in

By the time your lips press against his forehead, he’s very hyper aware of your every breath and movement, his body tensing up slightly as he keeps his eyes closed

You’d think he was a statue as he remains perfectly still, maintaining a flawless and almost oscar worthy illusion of a deep sleep…unfortunately for him the tips of his ears betray him as they burn a rosy pink, a shade that matches his flushed cheeks!

Internally, his mind is racing a million miles a second as he tries to calculate exactly what this means the both of you. Alongside that he wonders if you meant to do that..

Sure no one has really ever accidentally kissed someone else’s forehead like that but what if you did! What if it wasn’t an accident though? Did you do it as a way to taunt him? No..no that wasn’t you. He knew that wasn’t you but unfortunately those thoughts lingered at the back of his mind

It takes him ten agonizing minutes to pretend that he was waking up, he sprinkled in a soft groan and soft huff just to seal the illusion that he was fast asleep..

Even if you had seen right through it

When he sits up, he carefully adjusts his glasses with shaky hands as he let’s his eyes slowly open

“Ah..my apologies, prefect.” Azul clears his throat softly as he puts on his normal put together front. He looks down at the table, refusing to look directly into your eyes lest he dies of embarrassment

There was a passing moment as he sits up straighter than before, his hands folded neatly in his lap

“I seem to have dozen off. How terribly unprofessional of me.” He smoothes down his blazer, attempting to regain a sliver of his composer

His heart is practically throwing itself against his ribs as he builds up the confidence to meet your gaze, any nervousness covered up by a calm front

A small, sly smile eventually finds a way to his lips as he nods once at you

“I would be more than happy to leave my note guide with you free of charge! And well..considering the unparalleled hospitality you have shown me today, I feel it is only right to repay my debt.”

His voice is softer than usual as he speaks, he leans forward a bit to grab just a few textbooks before he slides a neat stack of notes in your direction on the table

“I would love to see you at the lounge tomorrow evening at seven. A complementary VIP dinner, just for us. Please consider it a…well a business negotiation regarding our future”

He gives you one last nod before standing up, straightening out his uniform as he takes his leave.

The second the door shuts behind him he’s more nervous than before, already going through the motions of planning out that…vip dinner…COUGHCOUGH DATE..

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Jamil Viper 🐍 (jaw)

As a notoriously light sleeper (much like azul) who’s always alert and extremely hyper vigilant, mostly due to the fact he has to be

He’s awake the very second you lean into his personal space, the shift he feels on the cushion sending him into high alert.

Despite this the sheer unprecedented shock of the kiss you placed on his jaw freezes him entirely in his place

For the first time in his life, his mind goes completely blank..

He waits until you turn your back to grab a book before he slowly sits up. He raises his hand, his fingertips tentatively touching the warm spot on his jaw where your lips were not even a few seconds ago

His eyes widen for a moment as he realizes that just happened. You just kissed him. His heart pounds dangerously hard against his ribs, loud enough he fears you might hear it

By the time you turn back around, he violently slams his usual calm and collected facade back into place, though his dark eyes seem softer than they normally are

“So do you make it a habit of startling people while they sleep?” He scolds, though his tone lacks any real bite

He crosses his arms as he looks away, looking at anything else in the room but you. There’s a tension as the two of you sit in silence. His body is tense but slowly relaxes as he shakes his head

“You let your guard down entirely too easily. If it was anyone else..they could’ve reacted poorly to that.” He turns his head to look in your direction

When you just smile at him, that smile that makes his heart melt every time he sees it, his mouth opens slightly before he closes it again

He only sighs before standing up, gathering his belongings in a calm manner

“You’re impossible you know that right? Look I hope studying helped. If you need anymore don’t hesitate to find me.”

With that he begins to make his way to the door, stopping infront of it as he turns his head just a little..just enough to look back at you

“Keep your schedule open next week. kalims been bugging me about throwing another banquet so chances are I’m going to be stuck preparing that and in the kitchen so..swing by. You can be my taste tester. I also have practice just in case you want to go watch.”

The second the steps out of ramshackle he takes a deep breath. He knows that if he’s going to have that conversation with you he wouldn’t want it to be here.

He knows it’s going to be difficult once you two talk, with him always being busy and well just his situation in whole he knows how much of an impact this would have on you but he does want this to work so so badly

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Vil Schoenheit 🎭 (cheek)

Now vil had never planned on falling asleep. He had gotten all of his usual hours that left him feeling refreshed and ready for the day so why had he suddenly been hit with a wave of exhaustion?

Perhaps it was the steady ticking of the clock and just the overall dingy atmosphere of ramshackle or perhaps…it was your presence. Either way he had fallen fast asleep as you went over your notes

The moment you pulled back from his cheek he shifted slightly, his movements as graceful as ever. His eyelids soon fluttered open, amethyst eyes quickly finding you..

Somehow he looked even more beautiful than ever..truly like a painting that had perfection in every brush stroke. His skin was clear and almost looked like porcelain, his makeup was flawless, his hair was perfectly in place as per usual

He really was the fairest of them all

Despite his calm and unbothered exterior, deep inside his heart skipped a beat

Vil does not flush or stammer, no. That’s simply not him. Instead a genuine and breathtakingly soft smile breaks through his typical poised outside

He let’s out a soft chuff, his gaze softened significantly as he kept his hands clasped together on his lap

“How charming. If you wanted to kiss me, potato, you should have simply asked.” He murmurs, his voice smooth like silk as his smile only softens

He would never allow anyone to kiss him unprompted. It was undignified and to do that to THE vil ​shoenheit? You must be out of your mind!

Though…when it comes to you? He could let it slide

He reaches out, his cool fingertips lingering on your jawline as he deliberately tucks a tray hair behind your ear slowly. His touch is gentle as he let’s his hand linger on your skin

The way he looks at you makes your heart flutter. His eyes look over your face for a moment and to him? It was like he was looking at the most beautiful work of art he’s ever seen.

“Though I suppose I can forgive your lack of decorum just this once.” He pauses for a moment, his finger tracing your jawline before he pulls his hand back

“I suppose the rustic charm of ramshackle does bring out one’s…baser instincts”

He stands up, soothing out his outfit that was already perfect so he didn’t really have to do it…his eyes seem to never leave yours

As charming as this was, he wants to be the one to initiate a kiss, he wants to take you out on a romantic evening and confess to you the proper way and while ramshackle does have it’s…well it’s own charms

He’d prefer to set the mood before, even just a romantic spa day at ​pomefiore would do it! There’s a pause before he holds his hand out to you, expecting you to take it

“Come along. You’ve already gotten the appropriate amount of studying in today and I’d like you to walk with me back to pomefiore.”

The moment you take his hand he gives a small nod, he gracefully picks up his belongings in the other and leads you to the door

The walk over to his dorm was calm and he truly enjoyed your presence. Now all he needed to do was plan a day just for the two of you.

Much like jamil he is busy…with him being a model and actor plus a student who takes his studies seriously there’s never really much free time for him besides personal care hours

And he knows pursuing a relationship with you would mean the public going crazy over it maybe there would even be headlines but..he wanted to make it work. To finally call you his

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Idia Shroud 👾 (cheek)

Idia wasn’t even really sure how he had gotten himself into this situation to begin with..

Maybe just maybe it was how you had mentioned that you had to study for this big history test, clearly stressing over it all while playing a new fps game with him in the safety of his room

The second those words left your mouth he practically leaped into the hero role

“Pftt…trein’s class is basically just an unskippable cutscene with a massive lore dump. My int stat for that class is basically maxed out so I could totally just slide you a guide and uh..help..you study i-if you want no pressure or uh anything like that!”

Ah! yeah..it was that..but hey he couldn’t help it! Somehow you managed to plant yourself into idias life and over time he grew to enjoy your company.

Given that ramshackle was also free of those god forsaken NPCS he wouldn’t be forced to interact with anyone he didn’t want to, he was practically in a safe zone!

It had been a few hours of studying and random conversations about some random gacha banners he had recently pulled from on his favorite game before he slumped against the armrest with his eyes closed

His social battery was almost entirely dead as he let himself fully relax..That was until you leaned into his personal space and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek

His eyes stayed shut in a desperate but to fake a deep sleep but his cheeks and hair betrayed him almost instantly, the flames of his hair flared up and the tips turned pink, one that matched the growing flush on his cheeks

He could practically hear his own heartbeat drumming deafeningly loud in his own ears as he tried so desperately to process the situation

A cold sweat broke out across the back of his neck as he sat there practically paralyzed, it wasn’t unwelcomed! No no it was just so sudden he didn’t have time to prepare himself

The second he heard your footsteps softly pad into the kitchen to grab a drink he moved with a surprising speed as he scrambled off of the couch not even bothering to pick up his notes as he almost tripped over his shoes

With that he bolted out the door so fast the hinges groaned in protest

For seven agonizing days you were left on read, every text you sent asking if he was okay, if you’d be able to swing by his room to play that one game you had recently taken interest in, if he wanted his notes back all simply seen without a reply

In person was even worse, the times that he didn’t go out he’d dodge you as quickly as he could, and honestly it kind of sucked

You had no explanation on what was happening and even asking ortho if he was okay seemed hopeless as well..he didn’t know what was wrong with his big brother either

On the evening of the eighth day though as you were trying to make a few repairs on ramshackle your phone buzzed

The moment you picked it up that’s when you saw a notification from idia, a rather long paragraph but hey it was still a reply! The second your eyes scanned over the text a smile tugged at your lips

“Hey…srry for being a total jerk and leaving u on read and also leaving randomly. U must hate me and I wouldn’t hold it against you. I totally threw that quick time event lol…srry. If u want to vc tn you know I’ll be online, I also got more of those drinks u like if u want to come over to my room and hang out in person..hope we’re cool now”

All you can do is smile at his words before he begins to type again

“Btw player 2 slot is permanently reserved for you jsyk.”

“…”

“That was so cringe ignore plz.”

While idia isn’t exactly too familiar with dating (most of his knowledge from how things happen come from those cheesy romance anime’s and visual novels that are kind of unrealistic but hey it’s still something!) he does want to try

He’s a bit awkward but willing work on that for you!

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Malleus Draconia 🐉 (forehead)

Tonight it seemed there was a heavy exhaustion hanging over the fae, the calm and quiet of the evening lulling him to sleep as he let his head rest against the back of the couch

He looked beautiful. His usual sharp features softened completely in his sleep..truly it was a sight to behold!

The moment you placed a soft lingering kiss on his forehead, right between his dark horns his eyes opened, the slitted pupils dilating as he adjusted to the dim lighting of the room

They fix on you shortly after with an ancient warmth that makes your breath completely catch in your throat. Truth be told he felt the shift of the couch cushion, he could sense you were inching closer but he trusted you.

He knew your intentions with him were never ill and neither were his. Malleus was always completely vulnerable with you and even he knew that. You’ve captured this faes heart!

When you pull back to look at him fully his eyes are glued onto yours. He doesn’t startle and he doesn’t pull away. No..

Instead a warm smile tugs at his lips, your unprompted action making his heart fluttering in his chest. He shifts his weight as he sits up just enough to reach out to you and gently cup your cheek in his hand

There’s a pause as he takes a second to admire you. Really admire you. He had always found himself captivated you and this time was no different

“Child of man.” He murmurs his voice was deep yet oh so soft as he spoke

“You…you continue to be the most wondrous surprise in my long existence.”

His words are genuine, they always are. He doesn’t look flustered at all, rather, he looks as though a centuries old puzzle has finally clicked into place

And for him it had. You were the last piece, one that he had spent centuries looking for and finally there you were.

He slowly leans forward just enough to rest his forehead against yours with such delicacy as to not hurt you with his horns. He closes his eyes as he traces your cheekbone gently with his thumb

“I have lived for many centuries. I have been feared, respected, and isolated…yet, no one has ever dared to show me such gentle and fearless affection as I lay.”

He continues his movement on your cheekbone, his thumb moving in a slow left and right movement. He slowly opens his eyes, his gaze was soft and something only reserved for you

There was also a hint of undeniable certainty as he pulled back, removing his hand from your face he gently took ahold of your hands and squeezed them just a little

“I find myself captivated by your spirit. I cannot and will not keep this feeling hidden in the shadows any longer. I am completely and entirely yours if you will have me. I want to be the one you are betrothed to..”

The moment you accept his feelings he’s over the moon. His hands gently squeeze yours once more as he brings one of them up to his mouth, leaving a kiss on your warm skin in return

Malleus looks forward to your new life together! He’s constantly at your side ready to do whatever you ask. He’s smitten and as the prince of briar valley he wants nothing more than to have you be his royal consort..

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Another small a/n:

“I'll give you some more time.” Yuu said, her last desperate attempt to leave, “Hang on, I had a question about the menu.” The customer said, reaching for her arm once again, when he was stopped when some whipped cream hit his face, gaining the customers who were sitting close by attention. “What the!?” The man said, whipping his face, trying to clean the cream. 

Yuu had to seal her lips shut trying not to laugh, she looked over and saw the two small chimpmusks holding up the whip cream spray can. “Chip!” They say, before laughing. Yuu looked at them with a confused smile, still trying not to laugh. “Heya.” Cater said, skatting up to the table with his charming smile. “Sorry about that sir, seems our cute little chippies got too excited with the whip cream. “Why don't you control your-” Cater stopped him, “Whoa whoa, sir we apologize that you didn't see the humor in their little joke, how about we get you our special treat as an apology, customized made by our two little cuties.” He said, as the chipmunks handed the whipped cream to Yuu. 

She took that as her cue to walk away, she quickly took off to the kitchen. As Cater talked to the insistent customer. “What kind of place is this!? Letting rodents run around.” The man said, which was not the smart thing to say out loud, in a place dedicated to chipmunk lovers. Very quickly other customers came and started yelling at the man, defending the small chipmunks who were wearing pouting faces. 

The man was asked to leave, taking a bag of popcorn with him. Once he was gone, Cater went to the kitchen to see Yuu stacking shelves. “Yuu.” Cater called out, getting her attention, “Yes?” she said, looking to her boyfriend who waves her over to the back door. She followed him outside, closing the door, knowing the three can handle things for a few minutes. 

Once they stepped outside, Cater dropped his smile, his expression becoming a very worried one. “Are you ok?” He asked, looking in her eyes. “Ah yeah, that guy was just being pushy, it didn't get bad until he tried to touch me.” Cater frowned his brows, before placing a gentle hand on Yuu's face, who leaned into the gentle touch. “I'm sorry, I should have stepped in sooner.” Yuu shook her head lightly, “Not your fault, that guy just doesn't understand boundaries.” But Yuu then started laughing lightly, “Although the look on his face when he got his with the cream was pretty funny.” Cater laughed with her, “Yeah I wish I recorded it. #deserved.” Cater and Yuu shared a laugh, feeling the mood lighten. 

After the shift came to an end, Cater took a picture of him and yuu with the chimpies, Cater posting it to his private story. “#Don’tHitOnTheStaff.

Azul

Azul was at the counter, sorting out the money. When Yuu came up behind him, leaving the kitchen. Carrying a plate of drinks, they shared a quick smile before continuing their business. Azul knows better than anyone that he needs to act professional in the work environment, no matter his personal relation. Although, that was about to be truly tested. 

Yuu came back to the counter, cleaning it off, before a man came up to her with a confident smirk. “Hey.” Yuu gave her customer a smile, “Hi sir, how can I help you?” The man leaned against the counter, trying to act smooth, key word trying. “There’s something wrong with my bill.” Yuu looked at him confused, before taking the bill from his hand. She looked over it, she didn't see anything out of place, and she knew Azul would not make a mistake when it came to someone's payment. “I'm sorry, I'm not seeing what's wrong here?" Yuu looked up at the man for answers. “Well you see, it doesn't have your number on it.” He winked at her, that made her lightly cringe inside. She gave him an awkward laugh, “Well if you want you can just hop onto the Crisp ‘n’ Dips site on magicam if you have any concerns or questions.” Yuu said, trying to subtly put the guy down so she wouldn't embarrass him. But the guy continued to push for her number. 

Azul was playing the money away, making sure everything was in order, when the chipmunks came running over to him, jumping up and down in a panic. “Huh what is it?” He asked, looking between the two, as they chipped at him. But they were speaking too fast for him to properly translate. “Please slow down.” Azul asked, looking between the two. The two paused, before pointing their small paws over to their right. Azul looked over to which is his left, and saw what they were trying to point out to him. 

Yuu was clearly forcing a smile, as the guy leaned more against the counter trying to get closer to her. “Come on, how about just your magic cam?” The guy asked, holding his phone up. “As I said before, the Crisp ‘n’ Dips has a magician account if you're interested.” Yuu felt her brows twitch, getting tired of repeating herself. 

The man then grabbed her note pad that was laying on the table, quickly scrambling down some numbers on it. “Here, just take my number.” Yuu noticed that a few eyes were on her now, ‘Ugh come on, we were just making progress in the diner's image.’ She thought to herself. ‘Ok handle this calmly.’ She took a breath to steady her voice, “Sir, is there anything else you would like today, our popcorn is an excellent sweet treat.” Yuu said, motioning to the popcorn bags on display. “I’ll get some if you take my number.” The man said, not backing down. 

Before Yuu could respond again, a few bits of popcorn were thrown at the man's face. Catching both of them by surprise, Yuu looked over to see the chipmunk smirking, as they were holding up some more popcorn, aiming at the man before throwing some again. “Ay what the-” The sound of hands clapping caught the man's attention. 

“Ah apologies, seems our friends here were eager to have you try the popcorn they made.” Azul said, walking in front of Yuu, blocking the man's view of him, in a casual manner. “Perhaps you should take their suggestion, as we have mentioned, our popcorn is a popular item.” Azul said, with his casual business demeanor. Yuu took this chance to sneak away, to the storage pantry to hide for a bit. As Azul continued to keep the man's attention on him. 

After closing down the diner, Azul was going through the money in the cash register, when Yuu came up to him. “Hey.” She said, when he had finished counting the thumarks in his hand. “Hi.” Azul said, giving Yuu his full attention. “Thank you for the help earlier.” Yuu said, giving him a grateful smile. Azul returned the smile, “Please, it was no trouble.”But Yuu could see that he wanted to say something else. “The rest of the guys are outside right now, cleaning up the popcorn.” Yuu mentioned, which made Azul take a quick glance outside, seeing that she was right. They were out there with brooms, but seemed to be talking amongst themselves, not paying them any mind inside. 

Azul took a breath, before speaking his face seriously. “Are you ok?” He asked, his voice sensed. Yuu smile turned warm, “Yes I am, thanks to you.” Yuu then had a teasing look, “Who knew you were such a hero.” Azul cheeks lightly blushed, “Well, I wouldn't want anyone else coming to my dear pearl rescue.” Azul lightly touched her face, picking up her chin a bit. “I also made sure that man was properly escorted out of the diner, after he was made aware of our policy.” Yuu looked at him confused, to which Azul answered. “Don’t hit on the staff.” 

Lilia

Lilia was cleaning off a table, as Yuu passed by him carrying a tray of food. They shared a quick smile, before going back to their task. 

Lilia was looking around, seeing everyone enjoying themselves. “Heheh it's good to see young folks having a wonderful time.” Lilia looked around, looking for Yuu, but he couldn't find her within the restaurant. “Hmm?” he thought, wondering where she could be, when he felt a little tug at his pants. 

Lilia looked and his smile returned, “Hello, how can I help you two?” They started jumping, pointing to the front. “Uh…Oh you want to take me outside?” Lilia asked, the chipmunks nodded their heads, jumping onto his shoulders. “Alright, let's see what you have to show me.” Lilia said, before stopping by Cater letting him know he was stepping out for a moment with the chipmunks. 

When Lilia walked outside, he saw the small popcorn stand that they had out front. “Huh?” Lilia said, as he looked over and saw three men standing at the small booth table. He then sees Yuu who was looking uncomfortable, trying to keep her distance. “Come on cutie, hanging out with us would beat working.” One of the men said, Yuu's smile was tight, scared of what they would do if she acted how she wanted. 

Before she could say anything, the men were hit with a pile of acorns, “What the!” They all yelled, grabbing their heads, “Oh my…” A sudden voice spoke, as Lilia appeared behind the three men, making them jump. “Sorry about that, our dear chipmunks like to share what they found, but they tend to get too excited.” Lilia said, his eyes narrowed, his smile tight. “Who are you?” One of the men asked, irritated by getting hit in the head with a pile of acorns. “Hello, I work here, is there something I can help you all with?” Lilia asked, acting oblivious to the group's pain. 

Yuu took this chance to sneak away, she knew she couldn't go through the front door, since the bell would get their attention again. So she went near the tree lines, and went around the back of the diner. 

The men turned back around, but it was too late, Yuu was gone. “Hey where did she?” They looked around, and this is when Lilia's smile dropped. “Is something wrong?” His sudden coldness sent a shiver up their spines, “Uh no, we were just leaving.” They took off, not liking the energy like it was giving off. 

Yuu peeked around the corner, seeing that the booth was clear and empty. She let out a breath of relief, she went to turn to go through the back door, but jumped back when she found Lilia standing an inch away from her. She was going to trip backwards, but was caught by Lilia who pulled her close to him, their faces an inch away from each other. “Now now, please be careful my love, we wouldn't want you getting hurt.” Lilia light touched her cheek before bopping her nose. Yuu laughed, moving a bit away from her boyfriend, “Thanks for the save.” Lilia smiled, “Of course, I would never let you fall.” Yuu gave him a look that read ‘You know what I mean’ which he laughed at. 

“Are you ok?” Lilia asked after a moment of silence. “Yeah, thanks to you. They were just being really pushy.” Yuu said, thinking back how they didn't try to touch her or anything, but they just wouldn't leave. “Hey, how about after our shift I treat you to a tasty meal, handcrafted myself.” Lilia said, smiling wide, which whipped the smile off of Yuu's face. “Ah no…how about we just eat the popcorn that's left over from today, and watch the movie you’ve been talking about.” Yuu said, praying he takes her suggestion. “Ooh that sounds more fun!” Yuu let out a quiet dough of relief. 

“Hey how about you head in first, I need to do something real quick.” Yuu looked at him questionably, but decided to do as he suggested. “Ok, see you in a minute.” Yuu walked back into the diner, Lilia watched her fondly, before waving his hand. Two wooden pieces appeared before him, “Hmm. Let's see…” 

Lilia headed back into the diner once he walked away from the freshly painted sign. That declared, ‘Don’t hit on the Staff.’ Which was later taken down when one of the others saw it.

Idia

Idia was focusing on cooking, not wanting to be in the front dealing with customers. “Flip, cook, place cheese.” He muttered out loud, doing the action as he said it, to keep his rhythm. He was so in the zone, that he didn't hear the footsteps coming behind him. “Uh Idia.” Yuu called out, lightly tapping his shoulder. “I was cooking, I swear!!” Idia said, standing up straight. “Idia it’s me.” Yuu said, holding her hands up in defense. Idia looked over his shoulders and relaxed. “Oh Yuu…sorry it thought you might've been Cater.” Idia let out a sigh, “He keeps coming to check on me, and every time is like getting hit with an extrovert beam.” Yuu chuckled at her boyfriend's words, “Well he was actually going to check on you, but I told him I would do it.” Idia felt his chest tighten. “You're a goddess.” Idia whispered dramatically. 

“Sorry to interrupt you while you’re locked in.” Yuu said, watching as her boyfriend continued to cook. “It's ok. I don't mind if it's you.” He muttered, not quite realizing he said the last part out loud. Yuu decided not to comment on it, wanting to save her boyfriend some embarrassment, since he was already so outside his comfort zone. “Ok, well if you're good, I'm gonna head back out there, wish me luck.” Yuu said, giving a soft playful wave as she left. “Good luck.” Idia muttered looking at his girlfriend as she left the kitchen. 

It was near the end of the day, Idia was in the middle of the dinner rush, feeling exhausted. “Flip, place, serve.” he muttered, as he looked over the tickets. “What's next….” He came to stop when he suddenly left extra weight up upon his back. “Ah, I'm under attack!” he said, standing up stiff, he tried to look over his shoulder but couldn't see what was on his back. But then he heard some familiar high pitched laughs. “Wait Floofs?” Idia said in surprise, as the chipmunks jumped off his back, onto the counter. “Uh…..how can I help you?” Idia asked, not really knowing what to say. “Chip chip!” They said together in a panic. “Uhh ok, I understood help, and you were trying to say someone's name…” Idia said, trying to decipher the chipmunks words. “If someone needs help, it would be better to get Cater…” Idia was cut off when the chipmunks' faces turned stern. “I c-can’t leave even if I wanted, I have to cook-” "What's going on?” Cater asked, walking into the kitchen seeing Idia with a panicked face and two little chipmunks staring at him hard. 

The chimps immediately began talking to Cater who couldn't understand what they were trying to say, but got the feeling of what they were trying to get across. "Go with the little chimpies. I’ll handle cooking for now.” Cater said, turning his attention to Idia. Upon cater words the chipmunks became thrilled while Idia looked devastated, “I-...ok, I’ll leave the safe zone for a minute." Idia said in defeat. 

Idia followed the chipmunks, and they led him to a small booth that was in the corner. “Huh?” He said, seeing that Yuu was standing there awkwardly, “Come on sweets, I’m sure you can make us something off the menu.” One of the men at the end of the booth said as he tapped his finger against the table. 

“As I said before sir, we don't do off the menu items, if you want I can recommend some of our menu items.” Yuu said, sounding tired, and defeated. Like she was stuck in a never ending loop. Idia looked between her and the customers, and saw that the 4 customers were not backing down. ‘Oh no, Yuu in one of those scenes where the heroine gets hit on by some creeps…wait does that mean I need to be the brave ML who gets her away from it.’ Idia started to panic, trying to figure out what to do. The chipmunks looked at him, expecting him to act. 

They were disappointed when they saw that Idia was standing stiff. He kept looking between Yuu and the group, trying to figure out a way to get them both out of there without any trouble. The chipmunks talked to each other before nodding, getting an idea. They climbed onto a table which held a milkshake, which the customer wasn't paying any attention to. They picked it up, before holding it as they climbed the wall, hovering the milkshake over the group. 

Idia saw them, and smirked when he figured out very quickly what they were doing. He also saw the opportunity this would give him. He watched at the two aimed, before pouring the milk shake down, having it land upon the group and the booth. “Wha!” The group yelled, getting blinded by the mess covering their faces. Idia grabbed Yuu arm, pulling her as they quickly made their way back to the kitchen. 

Idia was breathing hard, "And safe.” He said once he caught his breath. “Uh, thanks.” Yuu rubbed her arm in comfort, “For the save.” Idia blushed a bit, “Ah it was no problem, they were just annoying NPCs who couldn't take a hint.” Idia then chuckled, “LMFAO, that was a good way to skip dialogue.” Yuu laughed with him, “Oh if only.” They both laughed, liking that the mood was shifting light. “Anyway, I'll let Cater know about what was just happening, I'll try to see if I can do a different table, or work on the storage back here.” Yuu said, about to leave but paused, she looked over her shoulder and saw that Idia back was to her, getting set up for the next order. 

Yuu acted on impulse, and moved to him, before placing a kiss on his cheek, causing him to stiffen up, and his hair to flickering pink. “Ah!” “Sneak attack!” Yuu said, playfully, before leaving the kitchen. 

Idia grabbed his chest, “Her cute meter is off the charts.” His face was fully red, “You guys are such a cute couple! #RelationshipGoals” Cater said, coming from the pantry. Idia shrieked, accidentally throwing his spatula in the air. “Wh-wh-wh-wh-” Idia stuttered, Cater just laughed. “Don't worry, I won't say anything, but you should both totally post on magiccam, you'd get a lot of likes.” Idia just wanted to crawl into his bed, and never come out. 

A little later, Yuu was working in the back, unpacking a few items that needed to be restocked. Idia went to the front to drop off a plate, when he saw a check on the table, next to Azul who was calculating. Idia saw which table the check was going to go to, swiftly Idia wrote something on the back of it, before walking away, hoping Azul wouldn't notice. 

a z u l a s h e n g r o t t o

now azul is very insistent of the fact that he is ‘above’ jealousy — that he’s more than comfortable and confident enough in his place as your boyfriend (and, naturally, future husband) to ever give into the influence of such a petty emotion — but if you’ve known him for longer than a few short minutes you’ll know that he’s lying through his teeth. and it’s such a blatant and bold faced lie, even compared to the tales he spins to get a good deal out of the poor unfortunate souls he works with on a daily basis, that you can bet every thaumark you have to your name that the twins would be giving him the worst ribbing of his life if they ever heard those words leave his lips… which is precisely why azul is careful to never broach the subject when either of them could be in earshot

because not only is azul very much so not above jealousy, but he has the most prominent jealous streak of anyone either of the tweels know. of course he is rational enough to recognise that his jealousy isn’t your fault and he never takes it out on you if he can help it, but after the severe bullying and ostracisation he faced in his youth and all the lingering insecurities he has as a result he can’t help but feel a bit antsy and uncomfortable with the idea of you spending more time with others. especially those that could offer you more than he can… even if he would sooner let floyd squeeze him until he literally popped than ever admit as much to you

and no matter how long you two have been together, no matter how secure he otherwise feels in your relationship, that little voice in his head insisting that you can do better and that he doesn’t deserve you will always be there. and it will be that much louder whenever you give him even the slightest of signs that the student he’s jealous of is something that you actually like, even if you’re not doing it intentionally and truly do just feel platonically for the other person. of course that little voice does get quieter and more easy to ignore as he gets older and starts to actually address his personal issues, but growth isn’t easy or linear and it will take him a long time to truly make any progress — years, even… but that’s beside the point

the main way that his jealousy shows is through his very personal and intentional targeting of whichever person he’s jealous of, with azul using every single means he has at his disposal to get them under his thumb so he can keep them away from you. and the methods he utelises to do this vary from obvious to subtle enough to make the sea witch herself proud, including:

having jade snoop around to find out what they want and what they need so he can entrap them into a contract where they get their heart’s desire (or the closest possible equivalent he can get his hands on; resourceful as he is, azul is still only a student) and he gets the peace of mind that they will not be going anywhere near you for the rest of their life. a true win-win situation, as well as an excuse to show off the true benevolence of octavinelle’s housewarden… and thus his preferred method of dealing with his jealousy because it’s just so simple and unassuming, but unfortunately for him this isn’t always an option so he does have to resort to some less elegant solutions every now and again

rearranging their entire work schedule, if they work at the mostro lounge, to ensure that they either never cross paths with you at all or that they’re too exhausted to even properly acknowledge you when you do stumble across each other — thus causing a rift in your bond with the other person that he is all too happy to watch grow and worsen. though he is convincing enough with the reasons he provides for swapping their shifts and duties around (e.g. the lounge is short staffed on those days and need the extra hands, the previous person that performed those exhausting/undesirable duties quit and he will compensate them fairly for picking up the slack, etc.) that there’s every chance that they, and thus you, never catch onto what he’s actually pulling

enlisting the twins to… talk to the individual in question and politely advise them to never speak to you again, unless they want another visit of course. it’s a messy solution and one he will only ever use as a last resort as it involves both letting the twins know that he’s jealous (as he can’t exactly excuse these requests for being in the interest of the lounge as he might a brief research request) which will result in him getting teased to hell and back, and running the risk of you finding out what happened as the leech boys don’t exactly scream subtle when they do dorm visits… especially not floyd who is somehow both the best and worst option for this particular assignment. but if things get to this point he likely doesn’t have the option to be picky anymore so… yeah

yeah… there’s pretty much nothing that he will not do if it means keeping you by his side, even if he knows that his jealousy is completely unfounded, because he’s a problem solver to his core and he can’t help himself but try and correct what he perceives as a disaster waiting to happen. and if he can do all of that while keeping you mostly in the dark about his insecurities flaring up then that’s a bonus

granted, for as sneaky as he can be when it comes to working out ways to keep the other person away from you he is also tremendously unsubtle about his jealousy in other ways that are clear as crystal to you. like how physically clingy he gets with you, his clear displays of anxious body language like pacing and nail biting and averting his eyes, and how much he questions you about the people in your life and your own relationship while trying (and failing) to be completely nonchalant about your answers. so, really, you’d almost have to be trying to remain oblivious whenever his jealousy spikes

so… maybe don’t let him fester in his negative thoughts for too long and drag him into a cuddle pile and start kissing him senseless the second you start to notice the signs, lest he end up ruining some poor student’s life out of jealousy. unless that’s something you want to see him do for whatever reason? but even then, be sure to assure him that you’re not going anywhere because sevens know he needs to hear it

j a m i l v i p e r

after a lifetime of servitude and learning to bottle up all of his emotions in favour of performing a carefully honed neutrality to the world and people around him, it almost goes without saying that jamil has a pretty solid poker face. one that you are unlikely to be able to see through if he’s actively trying to keep it up, unless you’re exceptionally observant or he opens up to you about whatever he’s actually feeling on his own terms. and even after his overblot and his embracing his new freedom as much as he has, it’s still gonna take him a while to actually let himself open up to you like that. don’t take it personally, old habits just die hard for him… even when he really doesn’t want them to

all that to say that while he does have quite the prominent jealous streak, he also knows better than to act irrationally because of it. after all, not only does he have his family’s reputation on his shoulders but he also has to consider how his actions will impact you as his partner, and as a result he is very careful about how he acts around whoever he’s jealous of. not to say that he’s above being petty with them, because he’s not, just that he’s going to be a lot more thoughtful and intentional in how he goes about being petty — he has to have plausible deniability, after all

though his first instinct for a while, before he even considers messing with the other party at all, is to try and work through these uncomfortable emotions on his own. like he does for most things in his life and has been doing pretty much for as long as he can remember. of course this isn’t exactly a successful strategy and he will pivot eventually, but it’s effective enough and he’s stubborn enough to try and stick with it for as long as he can… which, in hindsight, is perhaps a while longer than he should have

eventually though he will end up caving and broaching the topic with you himself, hinting at it over several days to test the waters before actually setting aside a chunk of time one day for the two of you to actually sit down so he can tell you about what he’s been dealing with. because for as much as he hates showing off his vulnerabilities and insecurities to you in such a clear way, he does also want to make this relationship work in the long term and understands well enough that this is very much so a necessary step in ensuring the two of you don’t end up drifting apart or growing resentful (you may be his first real partner, but having spent a lot of time blending into the background he’s been privy to watching many couples implode over one person’s jealousy and he does not want the two of you to end like that. or at all, actually… but that’s beside the point)

and after that conversation, difficult and awkward and uncomfortable though it may have been for the both of you, you’ll come out the other side much more confident and assured in the stability and openness of your relationship. and you, in particular, will have your eyes open to all of the signs you likely missed that pointed towards just how jealous jamil was… which you now can hardly believe you didn’t find as blatantly obvious before he confessed his discomfort to you

like how he would glare at them whenever they were near you, or whenever he saw them around school in general, his eyes observant and judgemental and burning holes into their skull only to return to a more neutral, almost bored, expression the second they looked in his direction. a clear sign of his dislike for the other person to those who were close to him in the moment, namely ace and floyd, but one that was easily missed as he excelled at quickly masking his hatred and blending back into the background before they realised he was the one staring them down

and the way that he’d almost habitually position himself in front of you whenever the two of you bumped into the other person, placing a physical boundary between you and wordlessly but irrefutably cementing his role as your boyfriend to them in a single, outwardly inconspicuous gesture. even inserting himself silently into your interactions with them just to reassert his place and the fact that they really ought to back off, even if he never actually said as much to them

and then there were all the times that he would actively interrupt your conversations with whoever he was jealous of, though he always came to you with a believable excuse so you never really thought to question it. after all, it really wasn’t so out of sorts to think that kalim had thrown another last minute party and your boyfriend desperately needed someone to keep him sane while he did all the prep, or that you had promised to study with him during your free period and it had slipped your mind because of all the chaos you experience on a daily basis, so you’d always bid your farewells and follow jamil without complaint (much to his unspoken relief, and smugness — because once again you chose him and not them)

and the way he’d become more publicly tactile with you whenever they wandered over to you both… though he always kept his gestures on the more appropriate side (e.g. fixing your uniform, kissing you on your hands or cheeks, offering you his arm to hold onto while walking between classes, etc.) so you didn’t necessarily pick up on the more possessive and intentional undertones to why he was suddenly being so physical in those moments. but, saying that, you can’t exactly bring yourself to complain about it as it was nice having your boyfriend be so openly tactile for a change…

… but, hey, hindsight is fifty-fifty and jamil can hardly blame you for not really picking up on his jealousy since he was otherwise going to such lengths to keep it under wraps. though now you know what to look out for moving forward, so do whatever you will with that newly acquired knowledge

l e o n a k i n g s c h o l a r

despite leona’s claims that he ‘isn’t the jealous type’ and that ‘it’s just called being territorial, herbivore. all beastmen are like this’, he is, in fact, a very jealous person. mainly because of his own insecurities and that lifelong fear of coming in second once again, this time in his own relationship with the one person in his life that has actively and consistently chosen him over anyone else. and while he will not take that jealousy out on you — unless, for whatever sevens forsaken reason, you decided to actively try to make him jealous and he knows that’s what you were doing — and while he does do his best to try and hide his jealousy as best as he can, he is also tremendously unsubtle about the whole thing, especially so if you happen to know him well (like, say, ruggie who is usually the first to call him out on being jealous whenever he’s around)

the first sign that you’re likely to notice that gives away just how unhappy he is with the amount of attention you’re giving to or receiving from another person is just how much he’ll be glaring at them. over your shoulder, behind your back, his entire expression cold and calculating and threatening, only to become noticeably neutral and unbothered the second your attention returns to him — an unspoken challenge and threat that is usually enough to force any savanaclaw student to get the picture, and to at least unsettle other students into leaving after a while

(though, granted, his resting face isn’t entirely dissimilar to his expression when he’s jealous and starting to get pissed off — especially if the other party doesn’t know him all that well beyond what little they may have seen/heard of him from his dorm mates — so it’s entirely possible that they’ll just not notice what’s going on and continue on as usual. but, eventually, even the most oblivious of individuals is sure to start feeling unsettled by how intensely leona is staring at them, so it’s a matter of whether he gets tired of inaction and moves to make a more obvious show of possession or whether they finally take the hint and leave first…)

then, if that fails to ward them off at all, he’ll escalate to practically draping himself over your body — making his presence impossible to ignore and really showing off the fact that you’re taken and the other person needs to take the hint and back off. of course he’s careful not to put his full body weight on you because for as funny as he finds it to bother you like that he doesn’t want to crush you and this is solely a matter of staking a public claim on you as your mate, but nonetheless the very blatant gesture is usually clear enough of a sign to get most students to clue in on the fact that you’re his and scamper off with their tails between their legs

he may even go so far as to start growling and threatening them if he feels it’s necessary. though really he’d rather not have to lower himself to that level and it takes a lot more than you’d think for leona to feel truly compelled to start acting so aggressive with another student — granted instincts are instincts and if it’s another beastman that’s trying to infringe on your relationship he has no qualms reestablishing the pecking order in the dorm if he needs to, but if he can get away with it he’d much rather take the easy way out and have them leave before any actual verbal or physical confrontation takes place

and if the passes start to become a bit too blatant and bold for his taste — i.e. they cross the line from excusable or mildly complimentary in tone and turn obviously flirty and disrespectful to you and to your relationship — then leona will just straight up pick you up or drag you away by the arm to go and nap somewhere private. both so he can properly scent you again and remove you from the offending party’s presence, and so he can slowly sleep off his frustration before he does something that gets you annoyed with him

(you’re not even safe from this when he’s not there in the moment to see this all going down either, because his sense of smell is so strong that he’s very quick to pick up on the fact that you ‘stink’ of someone else — which then immediately puts him in a sour mood and results in him pretty much holding you captive in his arms while he naps to rid you of the stench)

he may — emphasis on may — even start attending his usual classes if you and the person in question are part of his cohort, if only to ensure that you don’t end up having to work with them (after all, why pair up with them for a project when your boyfriend is right here?) and thus that they have absolutely zero chances to get close to you in any sense of the word during class hours. not physically, as leona will be setting up shop right next to you and glaring anyone who tries to sit in his seat (no he doesn’t care that they were assigned that seat, it’s his now), or through bonding as he makes it very clear that he’s gonna be your default class partner for every class you have together. no he’s not being obvious… shut up

he will also go out of his way to make sure that you smell like him afterwards, usually by all but forcing one of his jackets on you and insisting on you wearing it for the rest of the day — partially as a very clear visual indicator that you’ve been claimed by him even when he’s not there to literally drape himself on top of you, and partially because the jacket smells like him and if you have his scent clinging to you there’s no denying that you’re his person. his mate. and that usually is enough to ward off pretty much any other beastman that you may cross paths with, and most other students too (aside from the bold or oblivious, but he has his ways of dealing with those too if he needs to do so)

while this isn’t something he particularly wants to do, or that he’ll default to unless he’s exhausted all of his other options, leona can and will fight anyone who simply refuses to take the hint that you’re his mate. and he will win, so don’t worry about that. though, again, this is very much so a last ditch effort from him to really send a message and the vast majority of the time the most you’ll see of his jealousy is what’s listed in the above points instead

r i d d l e r o s e h e a r t s

to say that riddle wears his heart on his sleeve sometimes may very well just be the understatement of the century — after all, anyone who has ever crossed paths with the former rose red tyrant is surely all too familiar with just how quick he has been to anger in the past, as well as just how visibly obvious it was whenever his temper was even just starting to rise. and that very much so extends to how his jealousy tends to manifest now that the two of you are in a relationship

of course he does usually try and rationalise his way out of this headspace when he can (he trusts you dearly, after all, and would very much so like to believe that he’s made some progress towards anger management since his mortifying overblot at the start of the semester), but even so there will be many instances in which you, or whoever is nearby at the time, will be treated to the sight and sound of a positively fuming riddle whenever his jealousy happens to get the best of him. which is more often than not because someone is getting way too close to you for it to be innocent in his presence

riddle has absolutely zero poker face when it comes to how he feels about you, and even if he manages to keep his mouth shut and his temper (mostly) contained all it will take from you is a single look in his direction to realise just how jealous your poor boyfriend is. because, well, there’s really no missing the frightening shade of red his skin flushes from the neck upwards, nor the sour look on his face, nor the way his hands tighten around whatever he’s holding in a way that very clearly indicate just how hard he’s trying not to lash out — like you’d have to be trying not to notice at that point

he will make a point of positioning himself between you and whoever he’s jealous of in the moment, or failing that he’ll just stand by your side and make it abundantly clear through that prolonged proximity that you’re very clearly taken and they ought to back off — or, at the very least, knock off whatever offending behaviour they were engaging in before he moved to intervene… after all, with his reputation being as widely spread as it is its rare that riddle actually has to go so far as to escalate beyond this little show before the other student politely backs down and makes an excuse to leave. especially so if said student happens to be a member of his dorm (and, thus, very familiar with just how bad his temper can get) or if they are close to another student who is (and are consequently keenly aware of how bad of an idea it might be to test his patience and his boundaries when it comes to you, his lover)

and, because riddle is riddle and old habits die hard, he also has a nasty habit of lecturing the hell out of whoever he’s jealous of — systematically scolding them for every tiny infraction that he can think to apply, no matter how niche or unimportant, until they finally break and leave with their tail between their legs… and an apology on their lips too, ideally, but being a housewarden has taught him that accountability to that level is very rare at night raven so he doesn’t really expect that. frankly, as long as they leave he couldn’t care less about what they have to say

he may even try and find an excuse to collar them if he felt their offence was severe enough — though, unfortunately, riddle isn’t so keen to fall back on the same bad habits that led to his overblot so he does actually make an effort to not just collar people because they made him jealous… however if he finds them guilty of breaking a rule at the same time and that warrants being collared, well, that’s fair game in his eyes

the second the two of you leave, or he finally gets the other person to leave, he will be complaining about them for the rest of the day… or until you manage to get him to move onto another topic, but even then he will be quietly stewing on the whole interaction for hours after the fact. and his complaints vary from understandable (e.g. they were rude, they interrupted you too much, they were mishandling their pen and could have hurt someone, etc.) to downright petty in a way that somehow manages to be both deeply amusing and bewildering in the most riddle way possible

in the hours, days, and sometimes even weeks, following a particularly rough experience in regard to his jealousy, riddle will make a point of keeping you even closer than usual. partially to make it even more abundantly clear to those around you that the two of you are an item, but mostly to soothe his own insecurities and upset without him having to ask outright for that comfort. and that involves everything from walking you to and from your classes and sitting beside you during lunch, to personally inviting you to the dorm for sleepovers and unbirthday parties and study sessions — which both gives the two of you plenty of chances to spend time together and grow closer as a couple, and makes it much more difficult for anyone else to try and capitalise on your time in that way that sets his teeth on edge

and sevens help him if the person he’s jealous of happens to be someone that you’re naturally very close to independent of your relationship with him. doubly so if that person is more traditionally likeable than riddle is. because that will only make his insecurities that much worse to contend with as he spirals in ways that are clear as day to everyone around him…

Lilia tried to talk to him about it. Get him to make a move so his son can be happy. Totally not because he’s excited for potential grandbabies

Anyways

Silver dismissed his father’s proposal of setting the two of you up for a date. He said that he wasn’t sure if you even liked him back, thinking you probably liked one of your first year friends due to your closeness with them.

Which almost made Lilia laugh

ALMOST

It’s painfully obvious of your relationship with those two heartslabyul guys. He once heard you say how you view them as siblings, which made him cackle from seeing the reactions of your two friends who looked absolutely mortified. Leaving you confused on why the older fae found it funny.

But that was during the first few months of you being here, after that the duo started seeing you as a very close friend/sister.

ANYWAYS ENOUGH OF THAT

Lilia is sick and absolutely TIRED of seeing his son sulk and love you from afar. Trust me he’s seen his son stare at you like a divorced man that fumbled his beautiful ex wife and wants her back. So he’s going to finally take matters into his own hands and start setting up plans and ways to get you and his son together. (And maybe also pray to the great sevens for extra measures)

-

“In the count of three, we all show our results”

“One…”

“Two…”

“Three!!” You all turn your papers around and stare at your scores. You visibly cringe at seeing your barely passing score. The loud noise from Ace made you turn around as you saw him jaw slacked. Staring at his own paper in horror.

“No way”

“This can’t be! I studied for weeks!” You patted deuce back gently. Feeling a bit bad for both of your friends.

“At least crewel is giving us a second chance to get a better score than the one we have!” You tell them. Ace slowly turns his head to face you, you smiled as you ignored his eye twitch.

“Second chance? Yeah no I’m screwed” You hear a loud thud come from your side, you turn to see deuce head on the table.

“We can’t have riddle find out about this…he’ll kill us and make us clean vorpal stables…” He slurs. You sigh and set your paper down.

“I wish I had someone to tutor me…”

And like a genie, Lilia appears out of nowhere.

Seriously, he just spawned out of nowhere.

“I know the perfect person!” The three of you scream.

“What the- Lilia?!” The fae ignores Ace as he beams at you.

“Why don’t you let my son tutor you? Silver is very good at history of magic! In fact, he scored a 100 on the recent test-”

He went on a full 30 minute rant about silver’s academic achievement as you, Ace, and deuce endured it all, much to silver's horror as he quickly came in and dragged Lilia away as he apologized with a red face.

But you did come to him and nervously asked if he could tutor you! (And he obviously said yes)

-

The next attempt happened when you were in Vargas class. You and epel were busy doing your daily stretches when vargas suddenly told everyone to partner up. Since you and epel were already together, the two of you decided to pair up.

Well imagine both of your surprise when you turn to hand Epel a broom only for you to bump straight into silvers chest.

“Oof!”

You look to see a very red faced and embarrassed silver while Epel was straight up confused on how he got to the other side of the field with a giddy Lilia next to him. Epel's eyes narrowed as he looked between you and silver before turning back to look at Lilia who was next to him. Again…how in the great sevens did he end up on the other side of the field?!

“I’m partnered with Epel! You and Silver get toget- uh partner up!” Lila shouts as he clutches onto the broom in his hands.

“But I was alrea-”

“Don’t ruin this for me”

-

The attempts went on for a while. From silver being your history of magic tutor to him showing you how to ride a horse, to then teaching you about the different animals twisted wonderland had, to-

Well, you get it.

Lilia noticed how much more his son started falling for you. The both of you sit together outside for lunch now, you’re busy talking about what went on with your day while silver just sits there quietly admiring you.

Lilia feels like shedding tears and already hears the sounds of wedding bells.

But after two weeks of trying to get his son to make a move, an old man gets tired eventually.

So now here he is, standing in the common room of diasomnia as he paces back and forth.

“I tried everything already! I love to see that the two grew closer BUT! I need silver to make a move already!”

Both sebek and malleus look puzzled. The two of them looked at each other before looking back at a stressed out Lilia who was busy ranting out his thoughts.

“Um, lil-”

“Not now sebek” The poor first year couldn’t do anything but sigh as he watched the older fae mumble.

Mallues clears his throat, Lilia looks over for a second before going back to his rambling, clearly letting the younger fae know he’s listening despite his situation.

“I’m surprised you’re stressing yourself out about young silver happy love life” Lilia pauses. He turns to mallues with a confused expression.

“Happy? I do-“ He gets cut off as the door to the common room bursts open. The three of then turn around to see a very happy and giggling silver and you as the two of you walk hand and hand.

Lilia jaw drop.

“W-when did this happen?”

“A month ago”

A MONTH?!

Mallues greets you both with a welcoming smile as sebek lets out a disappointed sigh.

“I tried to tell you Lilia-sama”

A loud thud echoes through the room as you all gasp.

“Father!”

“Oh no! Lilia are you okay?!”

The old fae has passed out. But the four of you didn’t miss the big ole smile he had on his face as he mumbled about his future quote on quote, “grandbabies”.

It was so subtle that only Rollo himself could recognize the signs- the glances, the grumbles, the glares at anyone (Rollo included) who dared to get too close

And then he comes into the lounge to see his tsum cuddling on your lap, when Rollo himself hasn't so much as worked up the nerve to hold your hand...

He's in his room shaking on his hands and knees in agony all night

When you ask if he's okay the next morning he tells you he just had some trouble with the fireplace

You let him lean on you for support and he is sated (for now)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Fellow Honest

...Tried (and failed) to teach his tsum-self to do little tricks

It was too stubby to jump through a hoop, too round to perform aerial acrobatics, and when he tried getting it in costume (hand-sewn by Fellow himself), the thing took his cane and started beating him with it

Fellow had long given up on his tsum self, and so by the time Rollo was storming out of the lounge, Fellow was there to cackle about the kid being jealous of a jelly bean

...Then he caught you kissing and petting his tsum, and it wasn't so funny anymore

Having given up on his dreams of touring the world with the living hacky sack, he set out to catch it and mail it to somewhere you'd never see it again

His first attempt (hanging anvil) failed (there's a totally unrelated giant hole in the floor of the gardening shed now by the way (don't tell Rollo))

His second attempt (exploding piano keys) also failed (bomb didn't go off for the tsum, Fellow tried it, no more piano/eyebrows/nose hair)

His third attempt is drying on the side of the house as we speak, a painting of a road on the brick, his most genius scheme yet! This one will work for sure!

Concussion.

But at least he got you to dedicate your afternoon to bandaging his bruises and cradling his aching head in your lap (while he smirks wickedly at his tsum across the room)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Skully J. Graves

...Is on you like glue

His tsum? In your coat pocket. Small and quiet as a baby bat, snoozing in there all day

Himself? Attached to your side, monologuing about the great beauty of the season

Skully isn't the vindictive, angry boy you met in a book hundreds of years ago- he's an aged gentleman

That is, he's not one to get jealous over himself. There's more than enough Prefect to share, after all, as long as he...

As long as... he...

...Did that little scoundrel just kiss your hand?

His cheeks burn

His tsum is trying to... woo you!

And what's worse is, it's working! You're laughing in that lovely way! The sound only his stories of adventure and witty remarks on current Halloween trends can draw out of you!

...But Skully is a gentleman, after all, and he doesn't settle spats with fist fights

He just gives his teeny self a reminder that he could use a miniature pumpkin for the decor this year, and it is just the right size...

...And then back to linking arms and escorting you around the old dorm, talking your ear off

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Swing

...Was about to eat his tsum before you intervened

He insisted he was only kidding (was he?) as you carried the poor thing away

After the tsum had been caught chasing the others with matchsticks and shards of glass one too many times, you decided to put it in a time-out, keeping it on your shoulder for the day

It cozied up real fast, getting comfortable in the crook of your neck while you went through your routine

After a while, Swing started following, shuffling down the hall after you, lingering in doorways and glaring at the bean creature on your shoulder

It glares back, and you let them have their little stare off until Swing grabs it off your shoulder and announces he's ACTUALLY going to eat it this time

Ensuing ten minutes of chasing him through the dorm while no one else tries to intervene (Rollo is tired, Fellow hates that guy, Skully is busy arranging his new miniature pumpkin on the porch)

Eventually you catch him (well, he lets you catch him) and get him to promise not to eat any tsums, including his own

In exchange, he gets to hang off your shoulder all day and watch everything you do