#force talks

(Warning- Angst ahead Inspired by @ventique18 's post! 💕)

…How he loathed you. Loathed your touch, your eyes, your flesh…how he despised how much it made him erupt with an untameable warmth in his chest, threatening to consume him whole. He was squinting at you- how relaxed you were, the little human, sitting at a chair at his dining table chatting away with an attendant or two as though it was the most natural thing in the world to you. How he loathed…how much he desired you, yet knew he could not have you.

How had you happened upon him, again? You had been exploring and spending your day walking about in the forest. That is, until you happened upon a patch of jet black, ivory thorny vines that twisted up towards the sky and acted as a wicked looking fence. A fence that soon parted the way for you and you only. Parted the way for you to behold his grandiose castle atop the dark mountain. He should have killed you then. Perhaps his obsession would have been stopped. But nooooo. He let you go, wanting to see what a good little toy you could possibly be to play with. Feelings of positivity were…foreign to him, long gone with the passing of his one and only friend…nay, family in this world due to old age. Yet his blood burned and boiled with the desire to continue his bloodline…that spirit that cursed him was a wicked one at that, making him so undesirable that he knew he wouldn't even be able to force someone to love him. To love someone so…wicked. No, they'd rather die than be forced to lay with him to bear his offspring. Many lives were lost. Yet…you looked at him differently. So…he would stop at nothing to have you.

“...Malleus, is this a ring in my stew?”

“Hm?”

Malleus lifted his head slowly, biting down the wicked grin that was threatening to tug at his lips upon the sight of you finding the ring he had left for you in your meal.

“Why, isn't that peculiar? Is that a word spelled out in it as well?”

Your eyebrow perked up as you used your spoon to part the way through the broth to read what the vegetables within were spelling.

“...Uhh…m…a…r- marriage?”

Malleus’ eyebrows and eyes slightly rose and widened in unison- as though he was feigning shock.

“My oh my. You know what that combination means in the olden texts, don't you, dear?”

“Uh…no?”

“It means you must marry the first person whose eyes you lock gazes with after reading it. And that appears to be…me.”

Your eyebrow rose a little higher at his words. You had somewhat gotten used to these weird antics of his by now- they were a ritual, by now.

“...Uh huh. Where's the book?”

Upon seeing Malleus’ eyebrow faintly twitch and listening to him clear his throat…you could tell it was yet another…antic.

“Oh, that doesn't matter, does it-”

“Uh…yeah, it does. And you're not fooling me, your Highness.”

“...Tch. Cheeky little beastie…”

You watched him evade your gaze and mutter under his breath. How long would it take for the next one?

“...When did he have time to set all of this up-”

Not long. Upon exiting the dining hall to begin to make the trek back to the room you had essentially claimed as your “home away from home” one, you could see that the hallway was littered with flower crowns, sheets of paper carefully penned with the words “marriage contract” at the top, mistletoe overhead…and multiple variations of rings. You slowly turned your head to look behind you- Malleus had darted behind a pillar by then so he would not be spotted. You knew he was there. The rule of this was simple- don't let your foot or finger or any portion of your body touch any of it. So, you began to traverse carefully throughout the hallway. Malleus allowed his gaze to narrow as he watched you. He whisked his finger, a marriage contract soaring in your direction- until you ducked to avoid it. His lips curled into a faint snarl. Why were you so good at that-

…And then again when you went to bathe, he lurked-

“Is it warm enough?”

“-You're lucky that the water is covering me fully. Yeah, it's fine-”

“Mhm…did you know that rose petals are a symbol of lo-”

“Yes, Lord Malleus, I know what roses are a symbol of.”

“...Ah. Well, did you know that lavender roses are symbols o-”

“You mean the lavender rose I took out of the bottom of the tub and placed over there before I ran the water?”

You pointed to a barrel that was nearby. Malleus followed your gaze. The lavender rose was settled upon the top of it. He frowned.

“...Mhm.”

“Uh huh.”

You sometimes would wake up in the middle of the night to find him within your room. Sometimes, he would be gazing upon you and your form silently. Other times, he would be at your window, watching the moon in utter silence. He seemed to be just as dark and sharp as those thorns that surrounded his castle…but, you were slowly starting to see beyond this mask of cruelty. He was…frightened. Frightened of being alone in this world. You had seen faint glimpses of behind the paintings in the grand halls, of what you presumed to be his parents and a general. Maybe…losing them made him lose himself. You did always note that he would stiffen and stifle what seemed to be a sniff upon spying a bat flying in the night sky. You…didn't dare ask.

You had arisen from your bed rather late that night. The night you found him, in the darkness. Your eyes trailed to a lone Malleus in his throne room. He was staring at it, gripping the arms of the grand seating- and that was when you saw it. The swirling black and dark pink energy. The energy…that began to speak.

“Oh deeeaaarrr. Did you fail to coerce them once more? Poor, lonesome king~”

“Can't you leave me be? You are not him. You will never be him-”

“I am him to you now. The general you lost with your selfishness. The father figure…the only one you cared for? How does it feel, my Lord~?”

You watched the king of faes shake and tremble at the sound of that deep yet teasing tone. How it twisted around him like a bind. The way his muscles tightened as he threatened to shatter the throne entirely under his grasp.

“You have been cursed since the moment you were born. You are meant for nothing but the darkness you bring…and that is all you ever will be…Malleus~”

“Silence…”

“Do you truly believe one such as they would ever hold feelings for one such as you?”

“...Silence…”

“Maybe you should have left instead of me. You remember my name, don't you, king? Lilia Vanr-”

“I SAID SILENCE!”

BOOM!

Lightning struck the sky, wood splintering under the king's mighty grasp, thunder roared outside. You could feel a cold air beginning to creep inside the room. You were forced to leave it as quietly as you came thanks to how swiftly the frost was building…lest you be frozen entirely.

Those next few days…he was kinder. The only “fee” you had to pay before exiting to go about your daily activities was…a smile. That was all he asked for. But now…you had something in mind. Something for the beauty beneath that beast that you were beginning to see in full.

“Hey, uh- Malleus?”

“...Yes?”

The king's head rose from the scripture he had been scanning, his eyebrow raising ever so softly. Your eyes lowered to the now empty plate of food that he had before him atop a table.

“I think something's wrong with your plate. Did you look at it?”

Malleus lowered the scripture. His brows furrowed as he began inspecting the plate meticulously.

“No…what is wrong with it, beastie?”

“Ah, you can't see it?”

Your expression shifted to one of mild concern as you met his gaze. His expression began to mirror your own.

“Can't see what?”

You motioned for him to pick the plate up and turn it around. He did as you said- and that was when his eyes widened and his brows rose. There was a jet black thorn beneath…that had been molded to have the appearance of a ring. A wedding ring. Malleus slowly lifted his eyes to meet your gaze, tears threatening to break free.

“Woaaahhh- you know the superstition for a ring made from thorns, right? Well- I guess that means we have to get married. You're okay with that, right?”

Slowly but surely…for the first time in years, Malleus smiled out of warmth, light, and love…and not of wickedry, pain, and mischief.

...How had things gone so...wrong? One second, you and a good majority of your friends at Night Raven College were celebrating Lilia's departure from the school with a party. The next? Malleus was Overblotting (seemingly of his own volition, mind you-), and you were all trapped within a dream world. Silver, Sebek, and Grim were with you- and you were being glared down by a much younger version of Lilia and his army- and you were in the middle of a war between their army and that of the intruding, iron-wielding human-like warriors. They had mistaken you for their soldiers at first- something all four of you were swift to deny. And now, you had all been placed in charge of prepping and preparing food for the others once a camp had been overtaken.

You found yourself beating yourself up for failing to stop the seventh Overblot that had taken place in your presence...yet you knew that you had to be involved in stopping it somehow. But how? You were...well, you felt like nothing. You had no magic, and while yes you had helped before, Malleus was...on a completely different level. How could you compare and talk down him? Hornton? Your...who you thought was your friend. But trapping everyone in worlds of fantasy against their will...including you...your motions with your knife slowed down to a halt until you ceased moving altogether. You were stuck in your thoughts- so much so, that you didn't even sense the squinting red snake-like eyes that were locked onto you until you were addressed directly.

"You there. What was your name again?"

"...(Y/N), General Lilia sir."

"Hmph. (Y/N). Put that knife down. You seem as though you are going into a distracted haze. You must remain on your toes, soldier. What's wrong, school kid? Boy trouble~?"

He snickered rather wickedly to himself, his arms folding over his chest as some of his other soldiers joined in on the laughter. You sighed, reluctantly relinquishing control of the strange knife to Grim (knowing Silver and Sebek would ensure he would be safe with it). Your head turned in Lilia's direction. He certainly wasn't the Lilia you knew at school. This one almost seemed...heartless in comparison. Yet, still, the familiar face brought you more comfort than you would have cared to admit (at least, not with Baur listening and watching).

"...You could say that. I've had issues with...um..."

"Spit it out."

"...Overblots."

As soon as that word slipped free from your lips, the soldiers went stiff. They began screeching quietly in that strange fae language to each other. Lilia's eyes widened, his arms folding over his chest as his brows furrowed. Were you telling the truth? That was impossible, he would have heard tale of more Overblotters in this day and age, since their Blot Monsters would have to be sealed. Yet...

"To me. Now."

He snapped in the air directly in your face, then snapped the space beside him as he arose from his seat. You did as he said, and his head turned.

"Do try to keep up. And if you're lying to me, human, I will have to see what kind of meal I can make you and your friends into."

His weapon was pointed at your neck. You could see the brownish tint of what was staining it after his previous battles. You gulped.

"Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. With me."

He was swift to turn on his heel, now walking a bit away from the campsite. His eyes scanned your terrain swiftly- this must have also been counting as a patrol.

"Speak."

You soon began to launch into detail pertaining to your previous Overblot encounters and how...useless you had felt since you didn't have any magic. Lilia listened with a keen ear while keeping watch with a sharp eye. His hand that did not hold his weapon soon fell to his hip, his eyebrow raising.

"So...you attend that school as a...beast tamer? You? Tamed that thing?"

"...Yeah? Don't sound so...disbelieving."

"Direbeasts are just that- beasts. But if you can tame them...then that sounds quite useful to me."

Lilia's eyes sharply rose directly above your heads. His lips curled into a mysterious smile- something was hanging from one of the trees. It looked like some sort of strange fruit...it looked like a star. He soon caught your gaze- and that was when his smirk turned more mischievous.

"You must have some manner of fighting knowledge, hmm? Listen to me well, human. In my kind, that of the nocturnal fae, we can lose our magic after a number of years or overusage...and when that runs out? We show our might through magicless means."

Sparkles of green suddenly erupted across his magearm- and to your surprise, he turned the handle towards you.

"This will be much lighter than how it typically is wielded. Hold it here."

You peered at the weapon curiously and gripped it where Lilia instructed. His eyes fell to your stance. He was swift to click with his tongue, his hands falling upon your waist in a tight, seizing motion as he repositioned you. Your eyes widened in shock as the faintest of chokes slipped free from your lips. Why was he so freakishly strong?

"Tch. Poor little thing. You're quite helpless, aren't you? I'll take pity this once."

He stood so closely behind you, you could feel his armor against you, the weight of it also throwing you off- him and his soldiers had made fun of those under the Dawn Knight, but they wore this?! His breaths fell upon your ear as his fingers traveled up your arm, sending slight shocks through the hairs of your skin. He positioned your arm properly, now gently pulling back on it.

"You must plant yourself firmly. Tighten that grip. A weapon like this could send you flying if you're not careful. Take aim. Swing not with your whole arm, but with the strongest portions of it. Feel the muscles tighten- here, here, and here."

His fingers fell upon your arms, gently squeezing so you could focus on your own muscles better. His eyes rose back up to the fruit as you then took aim, swung-

THWACK!

The fruit began to fall from the tree, which then prompted Lilia to pinch your side with his fingers and a smirk, snatching it from the air as it descended. He held it up to you, taking his magearm back.

"Look at that. You can do something simple. Not so useless, don't you think?"

Your eyes began to water lightly. This wasn't the Lilia you knew for sure- but for some reason, he had taken that time out to help you not feel so down. You couldn't help but wonder why. Lilia used his magearm to slice the strange fruit in half, a glowing liquid oozing from it...must have been its juice. As though he could hear your thoughts, his brow perked up as he handed you your half.

"Don't get anything twisted, you lout. You looked absolutely pathetic standing and staring off into space as you were before."

His fangs dug into the fruit with a satisfying crunch, the juice now trailing down his chin. He wiped himself clean on the sleeve of his armor, his eyes tracking your movements so you wouldn't leave any of the juice on the forest floor. The fruit was a strange combination of sweetness and tanginess that you had never tasted before...it was good.

"Will you be able to focus better now, human?"

"Yeah- yeah, actually, I think I will. Thank you, Li- uh, General Lilia."

The General nodded to himself in a pleased manner at your confirmation, him opting to rest his magearm onto his upper back.

"Good. Back to the others, then....eh?"

He halted his momentary advance to turn to you- and his free hand shot out towards your face. His fingers fell upon your lips- where some of that glowing liquid was starting to leak from a corner. His fingers brushed the liquid away, his intense eyes studying your lips (to which you had to make a wild effort to control your cheeks and ears from flushing). He seemed to catch onto this regardless, for his lips curled into a wicked smirk as his gloved thumb gently pushed your bottom lip down and he met your gaze.

"Don't make such a mess, little troublemaker...unless I need to utilize better cleaning methods~?"

That did it. Your cheeks broke out into a wild flush, and you swatted his hand away with your own as the General simply laughed at your reaction. The two of you walked back to camp...and you couldn't tell, but he was looking at you a little differently now. What the difference pertained? That was something only the General himself knew...

And he loved playing hard to get with people that would actually make it fun.

{Potential TW: Magical gaslighting (yes, I'm serious), yandere behavior, slight horror themes, hints of angst for Yuu/MC}

…No…not again. You could feel it, that tension in the air. The darkness creeping in…not Malleus. Not your Hornton. He was the seventh…the seventh Overblot you had failed to stop. The seventh Overblot to bring terror and pain to this institution. You had to stop this- stop him. He had gone off the rails once he had learned about the truth of Lilia's loss of magic and his planned departure from the school. He…he wasn't like the others. He welcomed the Overblot in. He wasn't triggered into it- he welcomed the darkness of his own command- his own reign without hesitation. Your ears were ringing. Your head was spinning. You could sense the staff and students beginning to seize in terror or attempt to strike back. What could you do? What could you do against this force of nature? You could feel his sharp eyes snap to you. Your words hitched in your throat- he didn't have that same look in his eyes anymore…

What's that green light? And why were you starting to feel lightheaded? You could hear the sounds of the other staff and students falling around you- why were they falling?

“...G-grim…?”

Your loud-mouthed yet loving companion fell into a slumber beside you. Your eyes were just barely able to peer around to see the rest of your friends here…Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack…they were all suffering the same fate. You fell to a knee but hissed under your breath, struggling to retain a sense of stability- you had to reach Malleus-

“Hmm? Oh hooooo? Look at this. The cute little magicless human is somehow still conscious. I knew I liked you for a reason, Child of Man…but please, pet. Don't struggle too hard. That will only make things worse for you.”

You could feel sharp nails suddenly graze your chin as you were made to stare up into Malleus…the eyes of the powerful beast. He grinned down at you, now bending forward to meet your gaze head-on.

“Just fall into slumber, (Y/N). I'll give you everything you desire…everything you ever need can be yours. Just fall for me. Fall for me…I'll see you in your dreams…Child Of Man~”

You…couldn't…fight…anymore…

…Fight…

…What were you…fighting…?

…Fight…

…Fight…

….Fighti…ng…?

“...Minion?! I'm gonna fight you if we're late to class again, y'know!”

Your eyes slowly opened to the world around you. You yawned, sitting up and cradling your head in your hands. Was it morning already? You turned your head to stare at Grim, who was perched at the foot of your bed with his paws on his hips. How long had you slept for?

“Oh…sorry, Grim. We can go, just give me a few minutes please.”

“Okay- but I'd better get extra to eat at breakfast, minion!”

Grim leapt off of the bed with a swift motion, now leaving you to your own devices. Your eyes trailed to the mirror by your bedside. You arose, examining yourself in it. You…didn't look as exhausted as you thought you would have. In fact, you looked rather well rested. Your lips pursed into a bit of a line, staring at yourself in silent inspection- and that was when the knock was heard upon the door. Your eyebrow perked slightly upon the sound- but you soon heard Grim and the ghosts move to answer it. You pulled your uniform on and did your typical routine- and that was when you heard his voice from downstairs.

“Did the prefect sleep in a little longer again this morning? Ah. Well, regardless, we should still be able to make it in time.”

You paused. There was a skip in your heartbeat- an unidentified emotion lingering. That sounded like Hornton. What gave you…pause? You seemed hesitant to leave…but why was that? He was your…your…what was he to you, again? You shook your head free of the thoughts that were starting to make your head have a slight ache, now moving down the stairs. You spotted everyone engaged in conversation, and you could also now see that the first years were also lingering in the foyer. You were greeted by the others as usual, but for some reason…you couldn't pull your eyes away from him. Malleus stood, calm as ever, smiling sweetly at you. He offered a hand once you had reached close enough to the bottom of the staircase to take.

“Ah, there's my Sleeping Beauty. I hope you rested well.”

“...Uh…yeah, I guess so? Sorry, my head feels a little funny this morning.”

A look of concern dawned onto the face of the fae before you, his hand raising to his mouth. He tugged one of his black, leather gloves free from his hand using his fangs. You weren't completely sure why- but you were fighting the urge to smile and your skin seemed to be heating up at the sight of the action. Malleus placed his hand onto your forehead, checking your temperature.

“You are a bit warm…would you prefer I carry you to our destination? This wouldn't be the first time, after all.”

It…wouldn't? Your eyes partially squinted-

…Oh! Right!

“Oh- I'm sorry, sweetie. I forgot.”

“You forgot? Why, I'm almost offended, pet. After all, we've been dating for quite some time now.”

The lips of the fae curled into an interesting smirk as he offered his hand once more. You took it this time, Malleus instantly allowing your fingers to interlock as he brought you down from the final step. You offered him a smile, nodding to everyone else as you were now ready to go. Malleus placed the glove back upon his hand, walking with you the whole time.

Everything that followed felt like something out of a fairytale. Malleus was attentive, sweet. He could notice if your mind was beginning to slip again and would help reground you properly. He picked fresh flowers as you would walk, eventually gathering enough to make a flower crown for you. He chuckled and practically grinned from ear to ear as you soon made him one as well. Classes went smoothly, everyone was…sort of happy. It didn't seem nearly as snippy as usual in the halls to you. You didn't have to worry too much about taking care of tasks. It was like everyone silently agreed to offer you some semblance of peace…a break.

…So, why did it somehow feel…wrong?

…Malleus insisted on sleeping over with you in the dorm that night. So, you were currently settled upon the end of your bed in your bedroom while watching him adjust his pajamas in the armchair across from your bed.

“I hope my presence will enable you to sleep a little more soundly.”

“Yeah, thank you, sweetie.”

Malleus smiled, arising slowly from the chair and walking to you. Yet, for some reason…the closer he drew to you in the darkness, his face illuminated by the moonlight, the more…

…More…

“Hmm? Are you alright?”

“Yea-yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that.”

Malleus moved to be by your side in the bed, drawing you into his arms. You could feel the sleek material of his pajama top rubbing against you, you could smell that scent of his…and you could practically taste the feeling of those lips of his as he pressed them to your forehead in a delicate smooch. He rubbed your back gently, shifting himself to begin to lay on the bed with you being settled on top of his chest. His free hand fell to trace a pattern upon your hip with his fingertips, skin meeting fabric as he hummed what sounded like a lullaby of sorts. You found your head craving against his shoulder as your eyes began to gently flutter shut as you listened to him.

“Such a sweet beastie.”

“-What? What did you say?”

You paused, your eyes slowly beginning to open against his shoulder. Your breath nearly caught in your throat as you could see that those reptilian looking green eyes of his dang near seemed to be glowing in the dark and staring at you. His lips curled into that smile…

“Hmm? Oh, I said, such a sweet little beastie”.

You stiffened in his hold, and you could feel his grip on you tighten ever so slightly. That voice…what was that voice…

Where had you heard it…where…?

“...(Y/N).”

Your head felt like it was splitting in half. No…no, this…this was all…wrong…

“Hmm. You're stubborn. You seem to be waking up.”

The sudden drastic shift in tone and energy from the fae whose arms you were held captive in caused your lips to partially fall agape, your head craning back to look at him-

“Ah. There you are.”

Malleus met your gaze…but this…this was…Blot surrounding him. He clicked with his tongue, a playful pitying expression blossoming onto his handsome yet twisted face.

“Oh come now, pet, what's the use in fighting this?”

His sharp, claw-like nails began dragging themselves gently across your flesh, his eyes seemingly tracing every inch of you. You stiffened even further, your body on edge-

“Do you truly wish to go back to how things were? Hmm? Where you were overlooked? Overworked? Where you were stopping mental breakdown after mental breakdown for those sniveling fools without even so much of a…thank you?”

His expression still retained that slight mocking sense of pity, his nails now beginning to gently rub themselves into your scalp.

“You and I both know how childish such ventures are, pet. Right now, they're all dozing off in the dreams of their own making…where they get exactly what they want. But…you? You don't even know what you want…other than to leave. Do you truly believe I will let you go?”

The words were spoken with such a stern sense of conviction that it made your blood run cold- and you were seeing flashes…flashes of what could have happened. How the stories with those who Overblotted could have ended…their bodies contorted, them being swallowed by the Darkness…it took everything in you not to scream at how gruesome some of those endings were, just as your dreams had been telling you from the beginning…if only you'd listened. If only you'd taken heed…

“That's it, beastie. Relax into me. We can stay within this pleasant little dream…forever if you'd like~”

How sickeningly sweet he sounded when he purred into your ear. How his hand that was upon the top of your head lowered to the back of your neck to pull you closer, his hand upon your hip pulling you further into his dark embrace. How you…did you long for this…?

“You have no need for the real world…no need for anything it believes it could offer you. Stay with me…stay asleep~”

His sweet lips found your neck, beginning to trail kisses up and down its flesh tenderly. You shuddered at the touch, though whether it was in disgust or longing…you weren't quite certain, at this rate. His hands began to rub themselves into your flesh, past those pajamas that you had on…

…Pajamas? No, you were in a…you had a sheer, silky black robe on with some emeralds sewn into the fur lining…

You felt him shudder softly at the feeling of you, as though he had been waiting for something like this for 100 years or more.

“Just…stay with me…(Y/N)...”

You could feel those fangs of his grazing your neck as he only pulled you further into the Darkness…

“Stay.”

…You would soon awaken to the truth again. After all, visions are seldom all they seem.

(Artwork found on https://kihachi08.tumblr.com/post/656770078182981632/20210303)

(18+ content: fingering/jerking off, cum swallowing, face sex, praising, degrading, marking, faint blood tracing, slight knife play)

{This story links up directly with the movie premiere writing with Vil. Please enjoy, my Shards.}

…That absence of warmth from Vil’s hand leaving your own was soon replaced by another in your cheeks once more once you saw Vil on screen completely naked again. There he was, having sex onscreen with two of the ladies in the cast. You swallowed harshly, your brain attempting to slow the uproar of heat that was progressing in not only your cheeks…but down south in your body. The most intimate parts of you were filling with heat, and you damn near felt embarrassed at just how hot that was making you. How sexy Vil was with his hair pushed back like that. The sweat faintly rolling from his pale, muscular form and how his face was contorted in a grin in the scene…what you didn’t realize was that Vil was staring at you far too intensely. He soon made a motion with his hand over his head, and it seemed as though some sort of curtains were drawn up and around you and Vil on both sides- sealing you off from the others entirely, but the screen was still able to be seen. Your eyes widened as your head turned, your cheeks still flushed. You could hear the moans of the women on the screen, and you saw Vil staring at you…or, more accurately, your lips.

“Is my performance captivating you that well, potato? I’ll have you know that they can still hear us, but not see, so I’d advise still keeping your voice down.”

A wicked smirk suddenly curled onto Vil’s face, and the heat for you only intensified. His hand was swift to gently press itself onto your neck, his eyebrows raising.

“Might I help you with that?”

Your heart fluttered upon being asked for your consent. Your eyes fell to his lips as well, tracing them with your gaze. You gave a nod in reply. His lips were swift to find yours, your tongues soon swiftly dancing together in a battle for dominance. He gently nipped at your bottom lip, which caused you to release a choke of a soft moan. He pulled away, that grin back on his face.

“Remember what I said, sweet potato~”

You gave a nod. Great Seven, why was the fact that you needed to keep quiet while this was happening only turning you on more? His fingers soon were wiped clean of the prior crumbs and grease with a wipe. Then, they were descending upon you. His fingers were warm to the touch, his eyes trained on you as they swept past your clothing to reach you in your most sensitive spot. Once he had found you fully, his eyes opted to lock back onto your face, his fingers beginning to trace slow circles upon you. You gasped softly, your hands digging into the armrests of the chair you were seated within. Vil chuckled at the sound, continuing his work on you.

“My my…I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already dripping, leaking, and hot as an oven. You’ll be pleased to know that I feel the same.”

Your own eyes soon trailed to his clothing, and you most definitely could make out a bulge there. You gulped- and that was when Vil squeezed your thigh with so much force, you loudly gasped. You clamped a hand over your mouth, your cheeks burning even more- if that was even possible at this point.

“The deal is the same as with the popcorn, dear. I give to you and you give to me..?”

His eyebrows lifted at you as he awaited a response from you. You soon found yourself nodding once more, your hand now gently moving towards Vil. His eyelids lowered faintly, his eyes trained on your moving hand. Once you had found his already throbbing member, his lips parted in a soft yet shuddering sigh. You began to pump him, your hand easily able to glide across him thanks to his precum that was leaking from his tip. You felt him twitch, and you twitched seconds after. Your hips began to roll into his hand as he increased his speed, feeling how wet and warm you were for him providing him with an unprecedented sense of confidence. You began to increase your pumping in turn, which made him begin to ever so slightly buck his hips into your hand. His eyebrows furrowed faintly as his gaze flickered between himself and you, his whispers now reaching your ear once more.

“S-such a good little sweet potato for me…that’s it, keep pumping me and I’ll keep treating you, pet~”

He felt you twitch even harder at the sound of his words, his lips curling into a smirk.

“Oh~? Do you enjoy being my pet, (Y/N)? I could get used to having such a pretty personal slut to train~”

Your vision began to blur as he increased his speed, and you bit your lip so hard you could taste a little blood. You were struggling to keep your moans in and under control, your eyes soon fluttering shut as your focus shifted to the overwhelming pleasure and the need to keep your voice down.

“I spoke to you, dear, I expect a response back.”

His nails dug into your thigh again and you whimpered softly, just barely being able to respond to him.

“Y-yes, Vil-”

“Yes Vil what? Tell me, dear, do you like this~?”

Vil’s hands soon shifted to his attire, his eyes momentarily glancing to ensure that the curtains were still up. Then, he allowed his member to spring free fully, and you had to hold back yet another moan just looking at it. It had quite a bit of girth, but the length of it was what was impressive. He overlapped one of his hands onto yours, the two of you now pumping him as his other hand continued to work on you. His lips parted in the softest of moans, his eyes trained on your hand with his on his member. He wanted- no, he needed more of you, but taking your innocence in such a place like this would be unsightly, in his opinion. He would have to settle for your mouth.

“O-open wide for me then, pet.”

He practically spat it at you, his tone taking on just the slightest edge like his counterpart in the movie that was still playing on the big screen before you had. You obliged, opening your mouth and allowing Vil to lightly arch your body forward in the chair, bending you over. Your mouth soon met the tip of him, and he was soon completely nestled in the warm, drippingly wet cavern. He released a shaky groan of pleasure, his hips beginning to pump himself into your mouth. You softly moaned onto him and it reverberated throughout his body. You felt him twitch at that, and thus, you began applying some pressure with your mouth by sucking him off a little. Something in Vil seemed to snap at that, and he soon was increasing his speed, bucking his hips into your mouth. You could feel his balls smacking against your chin, and you were having to suck and breathe through your nose so as to attempt to not gag too damn loudly. His other hand that had been pleasuring you soon found your hair, gripping it fiercely as he guided himself into you further.

“Keep on pleasuring yourself, pet. Now. But you cannot orgasm until I say so, you greedy little whore.”

Another moan at Vil’s words echoed into his body from his member, his hands continuing to guide you while his hips set the pace. You were already using your hands to bring yourself closer to your edge as he commanded, and he leaned forward just enough to purr a moan into your ear.

“Mmmmmm~ such a good little pet for your Vil. For your queen. I quite like seeing that expression on your face as I fuck your pretty little throat, cockwhore.”

Your lower body was tightening up, your eyes being rolled back into your head as you could feel Vil getting closer too. He panted right into your ear, occasionally releasing a moan of your name or the nickname he had bestowed upon you. You shuddered once you felt him press something cold to your neck- it seemed to be a pocket knife. He had taken a moment to wipe that off as well, and traced a thin line on your neck with it that was enough to draw a bit of blood. You gasped onto him as his lips descended upon you to begin sucking and lightly licking at that which he had drawn. You felt as though you were losing your mind in the pleasure, the screen’s film directly before you two long forgotten. You soon felt him biting and sucking at the area just above the wound, marking a hickey upon your flesh in a spot that only he would be able to detect thanks to your clothing and how it was originally positioned.

“M-may I cum inside your throat?”

Vil took a moment to ask for your consent on an action once more, his breath and voice gently echoing into your skin. You nodded and softly gagged out a moan again. He sucked in a tiny breath, his hips increasing in their speed of bucking into you. That combined with your own pleasuring and his words were driving you insane, and just when you didn’t think you could hold out anymore- Vil gasped. His body trembled as he moaned directly into your ear to muffle himself, his cum already shooting itself down your throat and coating it with its heat. Your eyes fluttered back into your head as a muffled cry of a moan erupted from your lips, being drowned out by the cum that was still entering your throat. You soon came alongside him, your juices erupting from you and painting your thighs with their slick. Vil panted heavily, pulling out of your mouth as soon as he was certain he was done. His hand fell to your thigh, and while your brain was still struggling to process what was going on now- you were pretty certain you saw him lick some of you up. He hummed at the taste, seeming to give just the slightest hint of approval- at least, that you could pick up on. His arms soon found their way around you as he cleaned you up with some of the wipes he had, his hand craning itself around the drink you had ordered. He brought it to your lips for you to drink from, his hand also feeding you some of the popcorn from the bucket. He lightly kissed the top of your forehead in the process, ensuring that the both of you were well covered up.

“Please let me know if you need me to order you any food, dear. We should be at about the climax of the film now…but do let me know if you wish to continue that when we return to campus~”

...Jade had invited you, Malleus, Rook, Grim, and Riddle to travel to the Sunshine Lands for the Forever Float wedding tradition ceremony. The red-haired boy had previously been rather upset at the attire he had been given by the mother of the Tweels, but his offense soon had dissolved given the explanation for the attire which was given.

Riddle was typically known for being rather bold and instantaneously prepared to tackle anything and everything that comes his way- yet this always faded when it came to you. His eyes had fallen upon you in the soft orange, pearl adorned attire that had been made just for you to fit the motif of a shrimp (albeit thanks to Floyd's nickname for you as well), and he couldn't help but allow his steely grey eyes to fall to observe the pinkish-red tulle that was decorating your hips. Soon, he had cleared his throat, his eyes attempting to meet yours with resolve- he had attempted to consult online for a rulebook concerning proper etiquette for asking for one's hand for a rowboat outing, but now, his nervousness was enabling his confidence to shake just a touch.

"Ah- rosebud. Would you mind...erm, would you be alright with..."

"What's the matter, Rids? Is everything okay?"

Hearing that tone of voice of yours always suited to ground him properly. He soon found himself smiling softly at your concern, his confidence beginning to build once again.

"Pardon me. Would you mind accompanying me within my boat? I know that you would enjoy doing so with Grim...but, I desire your company and yours alone, if you would allow me as such."

You find your lips curling up into a sweet smile as Riddle offers his hand to you, once again painting the visage of a picture perfect prince- yet you knew that this was far from the truth, and you still cherished him so. You took his outstretched hand, and he assisted in easing you down into the boat. Now, he began to attempt to climb down into it- but he began wobbling slightly. His eyes widened considerably, his hands seizing the edge of the boat- which was also rocking back and forth with you. Water splashed around lightly, spraying the air with a mist. Soon, however, he was able to better his alignment and settle into the boat with you. He chuckled nervously to himself, allowing his eyes to flicker back towards your gaze.

"M-my sincerest apologies, my rosebud. Are you ready to depart, now?"

"Yeah, I think I'm good to go."

You watched as Riddle's hands seized the oars swiftly. He began gently rowing the rowboat away from the dock, the smallest hint of muscle that could be made out through his suit flexing gently. He didn't have too much, considering his overall stature, but he had just enough that yours eyes fell to observe him. Feeling your gaze, his eyes locked onto yours, his eyebrow arched promptly.

"Are you doing alright? I-is there a problem?"

"Hm? Oh- no, I'm just watching you row. You've really gotten the hang of this in a short amount of time, Riddle."

"Hah. Of course- I aim to achieve in whatever task is set before me. What kind of Dorm Leader would I be if I was unable to row a simple boat~?"

Riddle's lips perked up into quite the handsome smirk at your statement, and a flush wound up blossoming onto your lips. His confidence never failed to light a fire within your heart whenever it did bubble up. He rowed the two of you forward until you finally reached the grand weeping willow tree that was within the middle of the gentle waters. Your fingers reached up to gently trace at the petals of the blossoming flowers that hung low from it, Riddle's hands raising the oars back up and over to allow them to settle back into their proper place within the boat. His head lifted as his eyes traced the petals that were cascading down around the two of you, a gentle smile blossoming onto his face. A breeze swept past you both swiftly, the petals dancing around your body. You smiled at the sensation of them brushing past your cheek- all the while Riddle's smile grew more warm. He crept forward towards you within the boat, one of his hands taking yours.

"I do hope that this is to your fancy. It cannot be for too long, however, but...this moment is still one in a million to me, my rosebud."

He rose your hand to his lips, allowing a kiss to be planted onto it. His gaze softened at the feeling of your skin against his lips, and soon, he was peppering kisses onto your knuckles, your palm, your fingers, and your fingertips. Your cheeks began flushing once more, your eyes tracing every caring touch he gave to you.

"R-rids-"

"Does this feel alright, rosebud?"

"Yeah, i-it does-"

"Good."

His lips met the curve of the side of your hand, pressing against your flesh. His teeth even gently nipped at your flesh, pulling a shocked gasp from your lips. One hand was upon your wrist to keep you still, the other was upon your waist and tracing the tulle with his fingertips. His motions soon stopped, however, once the boat suddenly began randomly rocking from side to side. His eyes widened, both of his hands now pulling themselves from your warm figure so he could attempt to grab at the oars to steady the boat-

"W-what's going on?!"

"I-I'm not sure! Something is rocking us! Hold on, I'll try to get us to the-!"

SPLASH!

...In a swift motion, the boat suddenly was knocked over, both you and Riddle's bodies being drenched from head to toe. You gasped for air as soon as your head bobbed back up above the waves, Riddle's hand steadying your form so you could stay afloat and swim with him. The two of you swam until you reached the shore in which the weeping willow tree was planted, Riddle coughing up some water while he assisted in pulling you up.

"Are y-you alright, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah! I'm good, thanks so much."

"Drat...the boat completely tipped over, and we're utterly soaked. This was supposed to be a means for the two of us to share a little time together before the grandiose event- I had even hoped to perhaps have a little picnic in the boat of sorts or maybe even do some fishin- mmph?!"

Your lips met Riddle's own in a salty yet sweet kiss, the eyes of the Heartslabyul Dorm Leader widening profusely. He soon found himself melting into the kiss, the saltwater trailing down from your lips and staining your chins and your chests. His hands found your waist while yours found his hair, and before you knew it, the two of you were laughing at the fact that you had taken a full tumble into the water and recovered safely in such an interesting turn of events.

...And that completely distracted you from the fact that a tail suddenly dipped back into the waters from whence it came, a hand patting the underside of the tipped boat as it swam away from sight.

…...You were having an absolutely terrible day. It seemed as though everything that could have gone terribly wrong that day occurred, and you found yourself being extremely fed up with your circumstances. You had opted to sit underneath the grandiose apple tree in the courtyard of Night Raven College by the well all by your lonesome, seeking just a moment's solace from the chaos of the eventful day. Your eyes had already begun to water as your frustrations bubbled to the surface like a pot of boiling water about to spill over- and the next thing you knew, you were crying. Thankfully, no one was around...at least, for about a minute or so.

Floyd soon spotted you sitting alone under a tree with a good amount of shade. He bolted over, now grinning happily and sliding onto his knees to bring your form into a hug.

"Hi hiiiiiiiiiiii! How is Shrimpy-"

The eel soon cut himself short. You were crying- your usually so charming voice breaking down into disgruntled sobs and uncontrollable shakes. Floyd panicked, now hugging your form a little tighter.

"Eeeeehhhhhh? Who hurt my Shrimpy?! Need me to squeeze somebody-"

You were rather quick to reply, albeit with your voice shaking. Your issues couldn't be directed to an actual full person- unless one counted your brain as a person. The brain that was telling you that no one appreciated all of the hard work that you do. The brain that was telling you that you would never truly ever be able to rest while to be in a world that was not your own. The brain that was telling you that you weren't good enough for anyone to even wish to balance out the work that you do, and yet that you were also doing far too much and it was annoying those around you. Your legs seemed to pull into yourself as you began to tell Floyd about your struggles, desiring at least some manner of an ear…..

….Once you had finished, Floyd just frowned at your sniffling figure.

"....Thaaaaaaaat's dumb. That's what I squeeze people for the hardest at times! Like, there are sooooooo many things people want to change about themselves! Azul doesn't feel comfortable in his own skin under the sea- and people picking on him never helped! You should totally know something, Shrimpy. You….you're a beautiful little fishy just because you actually work so hard towards being and becoming what you want to be. Nobody blames you for that- that'd be soooooooo dumb. You are an amazing person, just like most of us here at the school!"

The Leech took a hand and gently wiped some of your tears away, much to your surprise. Was he in an especially good mood today, or something? Such words coming from Floyd, of all people, was rather...unheard of. Your eyes widened lightly as you noticed the Tweel now grinning fondly at your shocked expression, his sharp fangs glistening in the sunlight that caught them.

"You know, I never told ya' why I call ya' Shrimpy, did I?!"

Of course, you took a moment to glance at Floyd- who giggled again.

"It's not just because you're a small fry compared to me, silly! Shrimp are reaaaalll good swimmers! They can, like, propel themselves backwards quickly by flexing the muscles of their abdomen and tail, or swim forward more slowly using the appendages on the underside of their tail. They also have this thingy that breaks down really bad stuff that can make people sick when they eat em- kinda like you and those Overblots you always find yourself in front of, hehehehe~!"

Floyd puffed his cheeks out and made the motions of a shrimp's with his hands to get you to laugh, soon laughing for himself.

"Don't let those bad moments get you down like meeeee, Shrimpppyyyy. Like, obviously, you can't be expected to be pleased with yourself like allllll the time and stuff, because who is? But, you have toooonnnssss of friends like me who would rather see you scratch at yourself a couple of times than have to live on without you. Like, nobody can replace you, because there only is one you! You're so cooooooolllll~"

You soon found that Floyd was nuzzling himself into your side, now gently smooching the top of your head as he held you close.

"....So, just cry like you need to, okay? I'll always fiiiiiiiiiind you so I can make sure you feel squeezed and know you are as cute and beautiful as you were from the start! Don't forget that! Ehehehehehe!"

As the sun began to set over Night Raven College, Floyd made it a point to ensure that you felt loved within his grasp….for the Ramshackle Prefect that you are always will be cherished for everything that you do, even if the most unconventional of people find ways to show it to you.

(Inspired by @twst_wonder's post on Instagram!)

…You knew that something was going to go wrong as soon as Crewel had made Leona and Malleus pair up in potions class. You had dragged Leona out of bed with Ruggie to join you for the day, and you had also invited Malleus to hang out. Soon, they walked out of the potions room…with their hair dyed? Your eyes widened at the peculiar sight.

“Are you two okay? What happened in there?”

For a moment, the pair said not a word- they simply looked at each other.

[30 Minutes Prior]

“Kingscholar, I believe that vial is supposed to go in nex-”

“Don't patronize me, lizard, I know what I'm doing.”

“Honestly, what did I do to upset you today? I am simply instructing you.”

“Breathing. You breathed today.”

Leona grumbled under his breath, snatching up the next potion to prepare to pour it into the cauldron. Just who did this pompous lizard think he was, the Thorn Witch? Only thorn he was was a thorn in his side.

Malleus sighed, his eyebrows furrowing in faint frustration as he watched Leona pour. What had he done this time? What always made him so agitated? He would have preferred to pour with you. At least you're a little more patien-

“Lizard! Watch your damn horns, you're gonna-!”

The emerald green eyes of Malleus widened in confusion as his horn accidentally knocked a potion off of a high shelf- right into the cauldron. An explosion of pink filled the air-

[Back To Present]

…Something was definitely off. Why did Malleus look…tired all of a sudden? And why was Leona's tail swishing like that?

“...Nothin’.”

Your eyes widened at the tone Malleus had taken-

“Ahem. He means to say that everything is alright, Ch- er, (Y/N).”

Your eyes switched between staring at Malleus and staring at Leona- why did Malleus suddenly have a grin on his face?

“Oh, you are absolutely right, Kingscholar. Everything is just fine.”

…You felt strange looking at them. Malleus suddenly yawned, stretching his arms.

“W-where are you going- uh, I mean, hey, lizard, where are you off to?”

“I think Sebek is calling me, I'll be back soon~”

…The next few hours were filled with nothing but confusion. You soon saw an urgently moving Sebek catering to every whim that Malleus commanded- which included being carried on the throne from Diasomnia, for some reason? You watched in confused horror as he bit into some food, his emerald eyes tracing your gaze. You could feel Leona beside you- was he growling? The other classes had been a disaster as well- it was like neither boy knew how to control their own magic anymore. Leona's Unique Magic, King's Roar, had gotten out of control and nearly turned the whole classroom into sand, and Malleus had accidentally unleashed lightning that shocked the space next to a particularly noticeable silver haired, glasses wearing student when he spoke too loudly to his twin companions. Leona had been walking with a Tamagotchi he had begged to have from Lilia (apparently, he had a lot of them??) and was caring for it gently. You watched as Malleus beckoned you closer with a finger. You gulped slightly- but you weren't sure why.

“You gott- ahem. You simply must try this, Child Of Man. Sebek really outdid himself, I'm so proud~”

At the purred compliment, you heard a strangled cry from Sebek as he fought back tears. You blinked and rose your head. A gloved hand traced itself in a direct line from your neck to your chin, making you shudder softly. He grinned down at you as he tilted your chin up in his direction, his free hand enabling his thumb to come forth to gently press on your bottom lip.

“Open wide~”

Leona's growls grew louder and more deep, and you could've sworn you saw his tail standing on end. He wasn't even sure how to work his phone earlier- staring at the screen and tapping the buttons like a caveman. His ears pinned to his head as he grumbled something you couldn't catch under his breath. Soon, however, his ears perked up, and it was his turn for his lips to spread into a grin. He soon took your hand within his own, pulling you along to a patch of grass up ahead.

“Look- aren't those lov- ahem. Pretty, aren't they? Here.”

Leona bent down, beginning to gather the flowers he so believed fit you best. You had never seen flowers of that variation before, so you were examining in awe. He tucked one into your hair, his free hand settled comfortably upon your waist as he secured it. Malleus’ eyebrow twitched, a rumble of thunder soon being heard in the sky. Leona's grin widened, his eyes glancing back up at Malleus.

“Oh no, looks like it might rain, your Highness. Maybe you and I should go inside now, (Y/N).”

His hand upon your waist gently squeezed.

“You could show me that film you were talking about the other da- I mean, the movie I overheard you mention to the lizard?”

BOOM!

Lightning struck the ground just inches from where Leona and you were standing, and you shrieked and jumped back slightly. Malleus’ eyes were contorted in fury, his head risen.

“Yes, (Y/N), maybe we should go inside and put a lovely spin on such a long day, hmm?”

You watched as Leona and Malleus stared each other down.

“I think the day was fine, Malleus.”

“I think not, Leona.”

“Hmm, maybe if a child wasn't playing at being big and bad, this wouldn't have been so tedious~?”

“Maybe if you didn't have a golden spoon shoved so far up your ass it reaches your eyes, this wouldn't have been so bad.”

Seconds passed- and in a flash, the pair launched themselves at one another. Your eyes widened as Sebek started yelling at Leona for daring to touch Malleus- they were brawling in the dirt, fists clashing and magic soaring. Gold and green danced in the air, and you had to drag Sebek back with you to avoid the chaos. Soon, you were joined by Lilia, Ruggie, Jack, Silver, and Grim as well- who were either yelling for the fight to continue or for it to end. You soon inhaled, seeing as this was only adding fuel to the flames- and that was when you yelled.

“COOL YOUR DAMN JETS!”

Both men froze as soon as you shouted, their heads turning as both had fist fulls of the hair of the other. Their expressions were contorted in shock, both being slick with sweat and panting heavily.

“You two have been obnoxious all day! All I ask for is a day for my friends to hang out with me for classes, and all you two can think about is how much you hate each other? You know what I went through seeing you guys at your lowest! How much more selfish can you get?!”

Leona's ears drooped and pinned to his head, his tail hanging limp on the ground. “Malleus” found himself staring at the ground. A low rumble resounded, and seconds later, rain began to cascade down from the sky above them faintly.

“...I'm sorry, (Y/N). That wasn't right of me.”

“...I'm sorry too. Didn't mean to…upset you or anythin’.”

You and the rest of your party's eyes widened as the hair dye on both boys faded away under the rain, restoring to their usual colors.

“You didn't deserve that kinda thing from us. The day was pretty fun, y'know.”

“Yes…I can only agree. I would…if you would, I would love to be invited by you again…?”

Your lips perked up into a smile as you brought both of the boys into a tight hug at once. They both froze on impulse, but found themselves melting into your touch. Their gazes met briefly over your head.

Maybe…for your sake, they could learn to get along.

…Nah.

...You hadn't the slightest idea how you had gotten here. You had made a wrong turn in the neighboring town to Night Raven College while out shopping with some of the boys, and now- you were utterly lost. You exhaled to yourself, as something was making your map act up as well- so the deeper into the town you went, the more lost you became. Eventually, you somehow stumbled onto the grounds of a massive graveyard. You heaved out a large sigh- you knew good and well that this was far from where you needed to be. Soon, you found yourself locking onto the sound of a deep voice humming a song. Maybe this person would know how to get back?

You began your trek towards the voice- and there, you found an unusual looking man. He had pointed ears like Malleus and Lilia's- so perhaps he was a fae? His entire aesthetic was one that was rather dark, and he was repeatedly using his fingers to flip a coin up into the air, catch it, and then do so again. His energy....something about it was sending chills up your spine, but you knew that people were not always what they appeared or felt to be in this world. You stepped forward, lightly clearing your throat.*

"Hi- um...excuse me?"

The humming abruptly stopped, and you worried momentarily that you had upset this stranger. Vivid green eyes suddenly snapped to you and your figure in a moment of visible irritation- yet the second he seemed to process you fully, his entire outlook changed.

"Eeeehhh~? (Y/N)-san~!"

Your eyes widened at the fact that this man somehow knew your name- and he leapt up from the spot on the tombstones he had been laying across to make his way to you. The closer he grew, the more that intense energy followed him. He was large, both in height and in muscular stature- easily towering over you. You grunted to yourself as he suddenly took one of your hands into his massive, dark grey skinned own hands, shaking it profusely and with clear delight. You nervously chuckled as he began laughing for joy.

"Aha- hi....uh...do I know you...?"

"Awww, you'd have no way of knowing me yet, but I know all about you, (Y/N)-san~!"

He grinned widely, continuing to shake your hand as though you were a superstar like Vil. You were madly confused, but he seemed...nice enough?

"Oh- okay, what's your name?"

"Hmm? Oh- how silly of me. Allow me, sweetheart~"

He purred out that pet name in a sudden smooth tone, now taking that hand of yours into only one of his own- and he bent forward, pulling your hand up to his lips.

"Name's Swing-san, my sweet little butterfly~"

You felt a chill run up your spine that rattled through your very core as he planted a smooch onto your flesh- a grunt escaping his lips at your taste.

"Mmmmmmm~ figured you'd be as sweet as you look and act, but you taste greater than I imagined~"

He softly allowed a groan to slip from his lips- and you felt his fangs gently nip at your flesh.

"U-um! Where did you say you knew me from, again?"

"Hmm~? Ah, where's my manners?"

Swing pulled away as quickly as his lips and fangs had connected to you, the fae (this was still unknown to you, but you could only imagine) now standing up fully again.

"You and Grim-kun made a perfect little Halloween together~!"

Your eyes widened at that news- that meant he was somehow there in Halloween Town? But you never saw him-

"You cute little butterfly. You lost or something, huh? I don't even see Grim-kun with you...how sad."

"Ah- yes! Actually, I am. I need to get back to the town square...are you okay with helping me?"

Swing hummed to himself, suddenly stroking his dark stubbled chin with a hand. He grinned a little wider- it seemed the more he stared at you, the harder he smiled. Like he couldn't get enough of just your mere presence being near him.

"Hmm...Swing-san would love to help you, but I was in the middle of a little relaxing..."

You gave a nod and a kind smile, though your spirit was crushed inside. You turned around, beginning to walk away-

"O-okay! Sorry for interrupting you, Swing!"

Swing's eyes widened at the sight of you turning away from him, his pointed ears drooping. His hand wrapped around one of your wrists, yanking you back to face him. He pouted, staring deeply into your eyes.

"Waaaiiittt! Don't go, (Y/N)-san...just give Swing-san a second, okay?"

Once he knew you were going to comply, he released your wrist. He pulled out that golden coin he had been flipping earlier, twirling it expertly between his fingers. Your eyes fall to watch the motions- they were so fluid.

"Okaaayyyy. Heads, I help (Y/N)-san get back to the town after sharing a dance. Tails? The butterfly has to figure their way back on their own. Aannnndd!"

The coin was flipped, your eyes having widened once you heard the terms he set with...well, himself. Swing's eyes lightened up in a brighter grin once he saw the result.

"Heads! You're in luck, little butterfly...Swing-san's got time~"

Your eyes widened as he seized both of your hands within his own. He made your fingers interlock, and before you knew what was happening, he was humming once again and pulling you with him to and fro to an unknown song. He gently spun you around, some of his fingers absentmindedly running themselves up the fabric of the clothing at your hips just enough for you to know he was doing so. You blushed wildly- this guy was even more forward and crazy than anybody else within Night Raven College's walls would be. You soon heard his voice hushing into your ear, and you had to gently bit inside of your mouth to keep any...potential sounds from slipping.

"You're good at fluttering around, little butterfly...I wonder how you'd be if you got caught by a lovely net~?"

He chuckled at his own words- and most likely, the sensation of your body stiffening. He burst out into laughter moments later, now offering his arm to you to walk you back to the town square.

"C'mon~! I know a shortcut, (Y/N)-san~"

You sighed but followed his lead once again, linking your arm through his. In seemingly seconds, Swing had led the two of you down a path in the wooded area near the graveyard- and it spat you right back into town square.

"Wow...that's incredible, how did yo-"

Your train of thought was cut off as you found yourself being yelled at in greeting by your friends from Night Raven College.

"Oh- there they are! Thank you, Swin-"

But when you turned around...he was gone. As though he had never been there to begin with. You blinked wildly at the spot where Swing had just been standing...no way you imagined him, right? Maybe he was another ghost? No, that didn't make sense either...

...Swing laughed to himself as he whistled out a merry tune to himself in the forest as he walked- and he whisked his hand. The spell he had cast on your phone to make your connection and GPS go astray reverted back to normal, the King Of Desire now tucking his muscular arms behind his head. He licked his lips at the thought of you and just how much fun you were, a wicked grin blossoming onto his face.

"Until we can dance again...(Y/N)-san~"