Mirror, Mirror

Wow! I honestly can’t believe this blog has somehow managed to get 100 followers, yet here we are. Thank you all for sticking around and putting up with my crazy rambles. 

Since we’ve hit the 100 followers milestone, I just wanted to put out some reminders.

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- Comments and chitchat 

I’m always open for discussion. If it wasn’t obvious from my posts, I love sharing my weird ideas, and I love hearing other people’s weird ideas as well. No pressure, but if you want to share, then feel free to do so.

-Requests 

I’m currently accepting requests for Scenarios and Headcanons (I’m not as versed in writing headcanons as I am scenarios, but I’m willing to give it a shot.)

I can write up to five characters of your choice, or you can request dorm leaders or vice dorm leaders.

Please be specific with what format and characters you want, otherwise I will write at my own discretion.

Please let me know if you want Reader-insert (doesn’t need to follow main-story) or MC/Yuu (follows main storyline). Include any relevant traits for me to get an accurate picture of what it is you want.

Right now, I’m going to accept writing OC’s. You can request an OC of mine or your own. If you request something for your OC, please be as specific as necessary in your request so I do your character justice. 

I also take requests for scenarios about canon characters (for example, I’ve written short drabbles about Silver’s childhood). In these requests, be specific of what kind of prompt you’re asking for, and also specify if you want more than one canon character to be featured, but request no more than four. 

Please be patient with me. Writing is something I’m passionate about, but I don’t want to get burnout. It may take some time for me to get to your request, but I’ll promise to put my best effort into it. 

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

Smut/NSFW (Sorry guys, but if I may brain might literally implode if I try to write this. No one wants to see that mess, trust me)

Yandere (Again, brain implosion. Nasty business)

Any kind of sortment stuff (dorm sorting, matchmaking, all that good stuff. I might decide to do them in the future, but for the time being...)

If it has -cest in the name, I won’t touch it. 

Non-con, just-no

If I think of anything else, I’ll be sure to add it. 

Quick note:

- I reserve the right to refuse any request I am uncomfortable with writing. If I come across a request I am unable to write, I will do my best to explain my reasoning. In the end, I’m doing this because its something I enjoy, and I ask that you please respect my decision if I choose to refuse your request. 

(You guys are trying to kill me with all the Malleus content, aren’t you? My heart can’t survive this).

You were sitting beside Malleus on the edge of the concrete balcony, which might have been much larger once long ago. It was late at night, the witching hour, and the full face of the moon lit the world in a silvery glow. You and your beloved fae prince were in the ruins of an ancient castle, fallen from grace yet no less grandeur. Cobwebs glistened in the corners, and entire walls were had caved in. Sections of the spiraling staircases had eroded away. In fact, Malleus had to fly you to your current location, the tallest room of the tallest tower. The balcony the two of you sat on was seated between two gargoyles, the honored guests of tonight’s evening. 

Malleus was describing them to you in detail, about their function, the era they were created in, and what they might have looked like once. You let Malleus talk without interruption, giving him your undivided attention. It was rare to hear the fae prince speak so passionately about something, and while you may never fully understand his interests in gargoyles, you loved the way his green eyes lit up as if his enchanted fire burned within them. 

You frowned, however, when you noticed the space between yourself and Malleus. This relationship of yours was...new. New, delicate, and frightening. It felt like you were walking through a dream, and you feared making a mistake and forcing yourself back into wakefulness. You were always so hesitant, never making the first move. It was always Malleus who approached you first, and he was always so careful not to cross any lines that would make you uncomfortable. If you sat at a distance, then he would not close it. 

Perhaps...perhaps your lack of affection would bring the end of your fairytale. Perhaps Malleus would get tired of always having to make the first move. 

Well...carpe diem.

Hesitantly, you scooted closer to Malleus so that your sides were pressed together. He paused in his ramble to give you a curious glance. You merely smiled up at him, encouraging to continue with a nod of your head and a wave of your hand. He smiled and obliged, but not before wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you secured against him.

Your cheeks reddened. Oh, you thought. This...this is nice.

The body of a fae offered little warmth, yet warmth spread through your body regardless. It was such a blissful feeling. It made you crave more. Since you were already being bold...

You leaned up and gave Malleus a quick kiss on the cheek, as delicate as a dew drop. He paused mid-sentence, now staring at you with blatant shock. You fidgeted under his gaze, and were hit with the sudden urge to throw yourself from the balcony. Did you really just do that?

“S-sorry,” You stammered. 

“Whatever for?” Malleus asked, smiling at you. “It was a pleasant surprise.”

Your face burned. 

“Not to complain, but you are behaving more boldly than usual,” Malleus’s leaned his face down closer to yours, and that made it all the more difficult to think. “May I inquire as to why?”

You bit your lip, “Well...I just felt like I wasn’t showing you enough affection. I really, really like you and...I want to do better.”

Malleus chuckled, “Don’t fret too much, Firefly. I appreciate the thought, but you needn’t force yourself. I shall be grateful for whatever you chose to give at any pace you desire. You and I are still new to this. There is still much for us to learn.”

He leaned impossibly closer, his breath brushing against your lips. Your breath hitched. 

(Tooo Cuuuutttteeee! 💖💖 I love thiiiisssss!!!!)

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle was fuming, marching through the Heartslabyul like a man on a warpath. Students were ducking out of the way the moment they saw the shade of red on their dorm leader’s face. 

Why was Riddle so angry on what was otherwise a beautiful day? Knowing Riddle, it could have been for any number of reasons. Perhaps Ace had done something mind-numbingly stupid or Cater had posted embarrassing pictures on his Magicam. As it turns out, it was none of these things.

The true reason was that it was nearly time for the Unbirthday Party, and Riddle couldn’t find his dorm leader cape anywhere.

He at first suspected Ace and Deuce of pulling an ill-timed prank on him by hiding his esteemed uniform. They pleaded ignorance, but he still used his unique magic on them just for good measure. 

If Riddle didn’t find his cape soon, he was going to blow up like a boiling tea kettle. 

He happened to pass by one of the open dorm rooms (he would have to yell at the occupants later. Rule #254 stated that the dorm rooms were to be kept locked when not under inspection) and lo and behold, who should he find standing there in front of a mirror, giggling like a child wrapped up in his cape?

Yes, you, Riddle’s darling rose, where the culprit behind this entire fiasco. You may owe Heartslabyul an apology after this. But you simply couldn’t resist yourself when you found Riddle’s cape just lying on his bed. You had ever intention of returning it before Riddle could miss it, but got so caught up in the way the cape enveloped you that you lost track of time.

It also distinctly smelled like strawberries, like a certain redhead you were rather fond of.

The moment Riddle saw you, his face turned red for entirely different reasons. 

The silent moment was short-lived when you noticed Riddle in the mirror, giving you quite a start. You whirled around and Riddle cleared his throat, insisting that return his cape to him.

He should have known by the evil glint in your eye that it would not be that easy. 

So, Heartslabyul was treated to the sight of its dorm leader chasing you down the halls as you laughed like a madman.

Worry not, Cater got plenty of blackmail pictures to share with you later.

Leona Kingscholar:

Poor Ruggie really does get the short end of the bone sometimes, doesn’t he?

But what else was he supposed to do? His giant cat of a dorm leader was too lazy to do his own damn laundry, so Ruggie as Leona’s un-official babysitter had to do it for him.

You were visiting Savanaclaw, something you did on a near daily basis. You happened to stumble upon the disgruntled hyena and, in a moment of sympathy, decided to offer your assistance. 

Your offer was happily accepted. 

The two of you finished the laundry in a timely manner. You were rather pleased with yourself as you admired how nice, warm, and clean you made Leona’s shirt. 

Then temptation hit you like a rhino. Should you? Yes, yes you should.

Before you could second guess yourself, you quickly slipped on Leona’s shirt after making sure Ruggie wasn’t looking at you. You’d never live it down otherwise. 

It was so nice and warm, it reminded you of being cuddled by the lion himself. Such thoughts made you feel rather sleepy. It made you keep the shirt on just another second longer.

That second was all that was needed.

Leona was in a rather grumpy mood (when wasn’t he, tho?). You, little herbivore, were late for your routine napping session. Leona wasn’t one to normally give a flying damn about routine and timelines, but this was rather uncharacteristic of you. 

What was he left to do but to hunt you down himself? 

That was how he came to find you, wearing his shirt like you belonged in it.

The smug lion came up behind you, smirking and asking just what were you thinking, wearing his shirt like that? 

You froze up, unsure what you should say. When Leona smirked at you like that, there was no telling what could happen, and you beginning to get nervous. Well, you know what they say? Fake it till you make it.

So, you boldly looked up at him, and claimed it was your shirt now. Finders, keepers, and all that jazz. 

Leona was greatly amused, and damn him if confidence wasn’t a good look on you. 

However, Leona simply couldn’t back down from your challenge. You heard the growl rumbling deep in his chest and without a second thought took off running. You had no doubt that the King of Beasts was hot on your heels. 

Azul Ashengrotto:

The lights of the Mostro Lounge were dimmed, allowing the reflection of rippling water to become more prominent. It was very atmospheric, and allowed for everyones attention to be on the main performance of the night. 

It was rare for Azul to give a performance at the Lounge, so each occurrence was a privilege. In this case, it was the Lounge’s anniversary. The entire night had been a special one, with rare additions to the menu and discounts and promised prizes that kept the Lounge booked weeks in advance. 

The twins had kept the guests entertained for the majority of the evening, and now it was Azul’s turn. And you, lucky little angelfish, got a front row seat. 

No eyes were off of Azul as he played the piano. If the twins were to be believed, Azul was playing an ancient merman song, from the times when the Seafolk would lure unsuspecting sailors to their doom through their enchanting voices alone. Given the twins’ affinity to messing with people, you normally took their tales with a grain of salt. 

This time, however, you were inclined to believe them. There was some sort of alluring magic within the notes of Azul’s song, there had to be. It demanded attention and refused to relinquish it. You could practically smell the salt of sea wind and see the rise of ocean waves with each crescendo. You were spellbound. You imagined that, if Azul told you to throw yourself into bone-shattering waves, you’d reply with “Yes please.” 

And from the glazed eyes of the other guests, you knew you weren’t alone. 

You weren’t entirely sure what force pushed you to stand from your seat. Perhaps you truly were entrapped by Azul’s siren call. Perhaps there was an ugly part of you that bristled at the many eyes trained on the silver haired man. Whatever the reason, you moved through the mist that had settled under the lounge. Azul’s song was coming to an end. He noticed your approach, raising an eyebrow but not once stopping the movement of his fingers. It never ceased to amaze you how well coordinated he could be, despite being a literal fish out of water. Perhaps it was from years of simultaneously using ten limbs. 

The song reached its final crescendo as you came to stand beside Azul. The final wave, preparing to crash down on the battered shore. 

The wave came crashing down as you grabbed the hat off of Azul’s head, putting it on your own. You cut off Azul’s protest with a swift kiss, as gentle as the cold spray of the sea. As the guests of the lounge applauded, you stepped down and left Azul sitting there wide-eyed and blushing furiously. 

You made your escape to the underwater hallways of Octavinelle, passing by the snickering twins as you did. You weren’t entirely sure if Azul would chase after you or not to get his hat back, but it didn’t matter either way to you. Your brain hadn’t quite caught up to your bold actions. There was a part of you that was still blissfully lost at sea. 

Kalim Al-Asim:

It was late in the evening, with the half-faced moon looming over the Arabian night, and the party showed no sign of slowing down. 

Kalim had his misgivings, but he sure as hell knew how to throw a party. Even though it was undisputed that Kalim was the life of the party, with everything gravitating around him like brilliant sun that he was, he had the strange ability to make it feel as if the party was centered around you. 

Sometimes you felt guilty about stealing away Kalim’s attentions from everyone else, but then Kalim would give you that brilliant smile of his, reminding you that you were his guest of honor and it was only natural that he made sure you had the best night of your life. Well, who were you to argue with that? 

You spent a great deal of the night dancing with Kalim. Your lungs burned and legs ached, but those things seemed to disappear into the wind, scattered by Kalim’s breathless yet exuberant laughter. His joy was infectious, filling your veins with sunshine and warmth as you laughed too. 

Could a moment truly last forever? You wished that it would. This moment was perfect, as you spun around in Kalim’s arms, your feet feather-light and a feeling of weightlessness washing over you. It was all too easy to forget that there were other people around. Their presence faded into little more than background noise, leaving nothing but you, Kalim, and the lively music that sang in your bones, flowing easily from your body to Kalim’s and back again as you moved in time with one another. 

You hadn’t drunk anything alcoholic that night, but Godmother save you if you didn’t feel drunk. You were light-headed and wonderfully happy. You were in a whole new world, one just for you and Kalim. Perhaps this feeling wouldn’t carry over into tomorrow, perhaps you had this one night alone. If that was the case, you were sure as hell going to make it last a lifetime. 

You didn’t know when it happened, but at some point in the night you had managed to steal Kalim’s half-turban right off his head and had it hanging loosely around your neck. The jewels that decorated it clanked every time you moved, and it was a wonder you hadn’t noticed it before. 

Well, Kalim had yet to point it out, so he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Either way, if he wasn’t going to bring it up, then you weren’t about to. Thus, your unintentional thievery was completed.

The dance ended and you finally managed to drag yourself away from Kalim long enough to get yourself some much needed refreshment. 

Kalim truly hadn’t noticed that you had taken his turban until its absence was pointed out by Jamil. It didn’t take long for either of them to spot it hanging around your neck from where you stood across the crowd.

Kalim happily took it as an excuse to pull you into another dance. 

Jamil let out a long, suffering sigh. The two of you were hopeless. 

Vil Schoenheit:

Confession time. You might have, sort of stolen Vil’s crown. Um...oops? 

In your defense, Epel had dared you do it. He had deliberately chosen the dare, knowing no one in their right mind would attempt to steal from Pomefiore’s queen. Not unless they were Rook, or you apparently. 

Besides, how mad could Vil be? (Mad, very mad, you could practically taste the poison already, Epel was going to get you killed how could he do this to you he knew your impulse control was non-existent-)

Well, what done was done, and you proudly showed off your prize to your dumbfounded friends. In full honesty, they hadn’t expected you to go through with it.  Now that you had the crown, why not take full advantage of it. 

You took plenty of pictures of you wearing it. Epel gave on heck of a Vil impression while wearing it. All in all, you had a roaringly good time and nearly forgot that you had stolen the crown in the first place. Unbeknownst to you, a certain hunter found you with the crown in your possession and, with a cruel smile, slunk back into the shadows to relay his findings to his enraged queen. 

It didn't take long for Vil to arrive, amethyst eyes burning like gemstones that had fires trapped within them. You felt like a meek little mouse under Vil’s glare. One look towards Epel and you could practically see the “oh shit” reflected in his eyes. 

Vil held out his hand, a silent demand for you to return his property and accept your punishment. 

Welp, your grave was already dug out. Why not go a little deeper? Or perhaps that was the panic trying to rationalize your truly idiotic potato move.

You ran for dear life, dragging poor Epel with you. If you were going down, he was going with you. 

You didn’t get far. Damn that hunter. 

You and your partner in crime were caught, and the crown returned to the head of its rightful queen. 

Vil smirked down at you, a gloved hand stroking your cheek. 

There was something befitting about a crown on your head. After all, he expected the person who would stand beside him to be just as well-adorned as he was. Perhaps he should look into getting you a crown of your own. 

Idia Shroud:

Welp, Idia was lost to the realm of campaigns and RPG's. Again. Not that you were particularly surprised. Idia spent a lot of time either online or working on some high-tech invention, and would probably never see the light of day if you and Ortho didn’t drag him outside. 

You fully supported Idia’s interests and his hobbies, but you couldn’t help but feel a little lonely while you sat in his room and waited for him to finish and finally spend some time with you. 

You flopped down on his bed, pouting. Maybe you should get up and explore the Ignihyde dorm. You didn’t get to see enough of it, and as the most technologically advanced dorm in the college, it should be a sight to behold. Perhaps you could even met another one of the dorms reclusive members before they ran away screaming at the prospect of human interaction. 

Making up your mind, you got up and your hand brushed against one of Idia’s hoodies, which was lying haphazardly off the side of his bed. You thought about it for all of one second before putting it one, the hoodie practically swallowing your entire body. You giggled. With how much Idia slouched over, it was easy to forget just how much taller he was compared to you. 

Now properly dressed for your impromptu adventure, you walked out of Idia’s room and went exploring. 

Soon after, Idia finished his game, cheering in victory as he won. He pulled his headset off and stretched his back. That’s when he noticed that you were gone and he immediately spiraled into a panic. Where had you gone? You normally waited around for him to finish so that you could spend time together. 

Had you finally gotten sick and tired of him? Has he finally driven you away with his anti-social behavior? Had he just epically failed your route and received a bad ending???? NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Ortho found his brother in the middle of an otaku level meltdown and calmed him down, telling him that he had just seen you walking around the dorm. 

Ortho encouraged his brother to go looking for you himself to show you that he noticed your absence, and Idia in his still distraught state agreed without hesitation. 

Ortho “accidentally” forgot to mention what it was you were wearing. Idia was very underprepared. 

When Idia saw you wearing talking to another Ignihyde student while wearing his hoodie, his face instantly turned red. Why were you so cute, wearing his hoodie like that? Didn’t you know how dangerous for his health that was?

You didn’t know why Idia was supporting himself with one hand against the wall and another clutching his chest, but Ortho assured you it wasn’t a bad thing. 

Malleus Draconia:

You had gone to the Diasomnia dorm to visit Malleus. It was something you did regularly and should come as a surprise to no one, yet Sebek still insisted on giving you grief about showing up unannounced. 

Ignoring him, you asked Lilia where Malleus was, and the amused bat told you that Malleus was busy at the moment. Before you could become disheartened and leave, Lilia informed you with a knowing smile that Malleus wouldn’t be much longer now and you could simply wait for him in his room. 

Once again in good spirits, you thank the ancient Fae and did just that. 

Only, now that you were in Malleus’s room, you weren’t quite sure what to do with yourself. It was the first time you had ever been in Malleus room, and you found yourself simultaneously fascinated and awkward. Would it be okay for you to sit on his bed? Perhaps you should play it safe and just sit on the floor like a goblin. Would he get mad if you snooped through his things? Well, he might not, but Sebek sure as hell would. 

Eventually, boredom got the best of you. So, you went through Malleus’s closet. You were a terrible person, okay, it’s been acknowledged let's move on to the raiding. 

You pulled out one of Malleus’s cloaks, a black one (shocker). You wrapped it around yourself, and it was so large it might as well have been a blanket on you with the way it pooled at your feet. You always knew that Malleus was unfairly taller than you, but being wrapped in his cloak like this made you feel oh, so small. 

You weren’t going to acknowledge how the cloak smelled like Malleus, like cinder and the evening woods. Nope, nada. If you did, you would be red-faced for the rest of the evening and there was no way Malleus wouldn’t notice. 

You were just about to unwrap yourself from Malleus’s cloak when the door opened, Malleus entering and being unwillingly escorted by the ever insistent Sebek.

Malleus stared at you in his cloak with wide, green eyes. Meanwhile, Sebek got personally offended. 

How dare a human such as yourself dirty Lord Malleus’s attire with your stench?!?!?!?!?!?!

In the end, Sebek ended up chasing you around trying to get the cloak back and you ran with a speed you didn’t even know you possessed. 

Malleus was still stunned for several moments, but he eventually got enough presence of mind to order Sebek to leave you be. 

Still, after that incident, you couldn’t help but notice how, during your evening walk with the future King of Thorns, Malleus every excuse to wrap you up in the cloak he was wearing. 

(Not going to lie, this request made me suffer for a while. I had no idea how to write this while maintaining character. So, I’ve shifted it up a little and I hope this is okay.)

Epel knew he was in for a hell of a night when he was awoken by the damning sound of thunder. His bed was the closest to the window in his dorm room, giving him a front row view of the brewing rage of the sky outside. The dark clouds covered the night sky, making it difficult to see. Epel could clearly hear the rain pelting against the window like violent symphony. Then, the entire room lit up with a bright flash as lightning cracked against the sky, carving a scar into the sky. The thunder that followed was like cannon-fire, shaking the entire room with its intensity. 

It took all of Epel’s willpower not to bolt out of his room at that moment. 

For as long as he could remember, Epel had never held much fondness for storms. They made his entire body shake, as if the thunder took root in his bones and shook them so hard they threatened to break. It was so intense it was difficult to breath around it, to register anything outside of the violent storm and his own violent heartbeat. This happened to him every time and Epel hated it.

He hated how weak it made him feel, how powerless and completely at the sky’s mercy. It didn’t matter how old he got or how much he tried to rationalize it to himself, the fear never went away. It was like it was ingrained in him, as much a part of him as his lavender hair and blue eyes. 

The clouds let out another booming roar and Epel violently fought the urge to hide under his covers like a child. 

This is ridiculous, and stupid, and I hate this, Epel thought as he painfully clenched his teeth together in a vain attempt to keep them from chattering. At this rate, he would be up for the rest of the night. The last thing he wanted was for Vil to get onto him for having bags under his eyes. He could practically hear the dorm leader’s lecture already, filled to the brim with condescending worry and demeaning advice. 

Oh, the joy’s of being in Pomefiore. 

A thought occurred to Epel. Well, if he wasn’t going to be able to sleep naturally by himself, then why not seek the assistance of a potion? After all, Pomefiore was known for its poison and potion creations. Hell, Vil had his own private laboratory in the dorm. If there wasn’t some kind of sleeping draught in there, then Epel was a dwarf. 

Mind set, Epel got out of bed and left the dorm in a hurry, not bothering to change out of his nightwear and not giving a damn if he woke his roommates. He did, however, have the mind to bring his magic pen with him. After all, he couldn’t remember how secured Vil’s laboratory was, so a magic pen could come in handy for a little late-night breaking and entering. 

Epel’s fingers were stubbornly stuffed into his ears as he walked down the dark hallways of Pomefiore. It muffled the sounds of the storm, albeit not by a lot. 

Another strike of lightning lit up the hallway, causing Epel to jump and then berate himself for acting like a frightened rabbit. 

La, la, la, I CAN’T HEAR YOU! Epel screamed inside his head. 

Epel wished he knew some kind of spell that would make him deaf. He thought about this often, as he was often on the receiving end of Vil’s lectures. 

He passed by the right door in his haste, having to double back. He checked the door handle and, as he suspected, it was locked. Epel huffed, taking a step back and holding his pen out. If it wasn't enchanted, then a simple unlocking spell should do the trick. However, since this was Vil he was talking about, he might have to end up breaking the whole damn thing down.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. 

However, before he could even take a breath to mutter the incantation, the door to the laboratory opened. 

Epel nearly jumped out of his skin, letting out a squeak that he would surely hate himself for later. Like the devil himself, Vil emerged from the lab. The dorm leader was dressed in his school uniform, his hair pulled back into a small ponytail. Even though he must have been up for a while, there wasn’t a hair out of place and his face showed no signs of exhaustion. In fact, his ever present judgmental gaze was already locked on tight the moment he spotted Epel, confirming Epel’s suspicions that it was permanent. 

“Epel,” Vil spoke, amethyst eyes narrowed, “just what do you think you’re doing out here, well past curfew?” 

As always when Vil was around, Epel became defensive, “What, is it a crime to go on a walk around here too?”

Vil raised an eyebrow, “Is that what you were doing? Silly me, I was under the impression that you were trying to break into my laboratory.”

Vil pointedly glared at Epel’s still raised pen. 

Fuck. Epel quickly hid his pen behind his back, “What are you doing up anyways? Isn’t missing sleep bad for your, I don’t know, skin or something?”

“Very eloquent, Felmier. And yes, you should sleep get at least seven hours of sleep for healthier skin and don’t roll your eyes at that, potato.”

Epel, who had been at mid-eye roll, stopped. Vil was getting better at timing his exasperation. 

“However, there was an important matter I had to address, and it took up quite a bit of my time,” Vil continued. “Consider it a necessary sacrifice. However, I’m still failing to understand why it is that you’re awake and wandering about. I’d consider your answer carefully, potato. The leniency of your punishment depends on how satisfactory I find your answer to be.” 

“Why? Afraid that I was going to try to poison your breakfast.” 

“Hardly. You aren’t skilled enough to create a poison I cannot detect.” 

Epel opened his mouth to tell the dorm leader to shove it, when another clap of thunder effectively silenced him. He stiffened and shivered, clamping his hand over his mouth to cut off his pathetic whimper. 

Vil watched him curiously, slightly taken aback from Epel’s display. 

The sound passed, and Epel took in a deep breath, preparing himself. 

“I...” Epel began, the words thick in his throat. Why did this feel more damning than it would have been to actually confess to attempting to poison the dorm leader? “I can’t sleep. I wanted...a sleeping draught.” 

Vil stared at him, purple eyes examining him in such a way that made Epel feel like an unfortunate toad on a dissection table. Vil’s gaze normally made Epel want to snap and fight back harder. But now, it only made Epel feel about ten inches tall. 

Then, Vil sighed, “Very well, then.” 

He turned around to walk back into his lab, leaving the door wide open. 

Epel blinked, “Huh?”

Vil looked back over his shoulder, “Do you want the sleeping draught or not? I don’t have any stored, but it isn’t that complicated. I can have one brewed in about twenty minutes.” 

“O-okay?” 

Left feeling as if a hurricane had passed by him, Epel followed Vil into his lab. Epel had never stepped foot inside of it before, and was left slightly awed by the large circular room with its walls lined with selves filled with potions. There were wooden tables filled vials and flasks, and at the center of the room was a cauldron filled with bright green liquid. 

“Refrain from touching anything,” Vil warned the freshman as he put on his lab coat and googles. “Some of these potions are experimental and I can’t guarantee what they would do to you should they touch your skin.”

Epel kept his arms firmly secured to his sides. He heard Vil mutter something like “Why can’t you always be so compliant?” 

Epel spoke before he could stop myself, “It’s part of my natural charm.”

Perhaps it was the exhaustion or maybe there were invisible fumes in the lab making Epel hallucinate, but for a moment he swore he heard Vil chuckle. 

Epel leaned against on of the tables as he watched Vil work, doing his best to ignore each evil rumble of thunder. The look of concentration on the older student’s face made Epel wonder if Vil was even aware of his presence anymore. Every move Vil made was deliberate, efficient, and, Epel was loathe to admit it, elegant. He barely had to look at each vial before he used it, already so familiar with each potion and its properties. The way he worked suggested that he could brew this potion in his sleep. 

“Why are you helping me?” Epel asked, the question as much of surprise to him as it was to Vil.

Vil paused for a moment before continuing, “Is there a reason why I shouldn’t?”

Epel made a noise of frustration, his accent slipping through, “I dunno, I thought you’d be more of a headache ‘bout it.” 

“Properly articulate your words,” Vil scolded like it was second nature. “Don’t use shortcuts when speaking, otherwise-”

“You will give others more reason to critique you,” Epel finished, and before Vil could lecture him on interrupting, continued, “Can you just answer me?” 

Vil didn’t answer immediately. The silence stretched on for so long that Epel was convinced Vil wouldn’t answer him at all. But then, the dorm leader of Pomefiore spoke. 

“Despite your misgivings towards me and the ways of Pomefiore, I do truly what's best for each student here, you included,” Vil said. “You’ve made it very clear how little you value your less masculine attributes, but that doesn’t mean others will feel the same. What I want is for you to accept these parts of yourself and use them to your full advantage.”

Vil filled a small vial with the dark purple liquid he had created. He approached Epel, towering over his smaller form. “You are by far the most stubborn, resistant, aggravating potato I have ever met. You drive me near mad on a daily basis with your blatant disregard of my advice. Despite that, I do care about your wellbeing. It’s not in your best interest to be falling asleep in the middle of class.” 

Vil handed the wide-eyed Epel the vial. Then, Vil added with a smirk, “Besides, I wouldn’t my most promising potato to be seen with hideous bags under his eyes.”

I knew it!

Epel was simultaneously flustered by Vil’s display of concern and frustrated by his last remark. His nerves were fried and he was exhausted in every way possible. As such, his inner Ace took over for a moment and with a defiant glare he immediately drank the entire vial’s contents in one gulp. 

He regretted it immediately as his mind became muddled and his vision dimmed.

Vil’s eyes widened with alarm, “Not right here, you moronic potato!” 

Too late. Epel’s eyes slipped shut and his body slumped forward. Vil caught the younger boy in his arms, preventing him from having a face-first confrontation with the ground.   

With a long, suffering sigh, Vil gathered the slumbering boy in his arms. He shook his head, “You truly are hopeless, potato. What am I going to do with you?”

Hello, everyone.

Sorry about my sudden absence and complete lack of content. I’ve been through a lot of stress over the last few weeks and then something I’ve been dreading for a while came to pass. A close family member of mine had been sick for a while and, a few weeks ago, lost their fight. It’s been a rough time for my family and I’ve had to take some time off to be with them. 

I’m back in a better headspace and I’m ready to start doing the things I enjoy once again. For everyone who submitted an ask, thank you for your requests and your patience. I’ll do my best to fulfill those for you in the upcoming weeks. 

(Yes! Another ask for my favorite eel twins! Also, I made it a scenario, hope that’s alright with you)

Ah, back again, are we? Jade thought with an air of amusement. He wasn’t the least bit surprised to see you loitering about the Lounge’s entrance. You were practically squeezing your body against the wall, one-foot halfway in, your eyes flittering around nervously, as if you were searching for someone. Jade knew exactly who. 

This might be interesting.  

“Oh, Floyd,” Jade called out for his twin, who had been terrorizing some of the guests at the bar. He could hear an audible sigh of relief from the students as Floyd’s attention was steered away from them. 

“Eh? What is it?” Floyd asked, somewhat annoyed that his fun had been interrupted. 

Unperturbed by his brother’s souring mood, Jade tilted his head towards the entrance, “I believe you have a visiter.” 

Floyd looked, and immediately brightened with delight. “Shrimpy!” He cried out, leaping over the bar and nearly knocking over a few drinks. 

You yelped as Floyd practically scooped you up into the air, twirling you around a bit. 

“F-Floyd!” You stammered, red-faced. “P-please put me down.”

Floyd pretended to think about it, “Hmm. Nope, don’t think so.”

You whined, but didn’t put up too much of a fight. If the gentle smile on your face was anything to go by, Jade could tell that you secretly enjoyed the attention his brother was giving to you. Jade couldn’t help but wonder if you were aware of how besotted you looked around Floyd. Either way, it was very amusing to watch. 

Your face was turning several shades of red that even the prefect of Heartslabyul couldn’t dream of. Jade decided to take pity on you, “Floyd, Y/N does have legs for a reason. Why don’t you let her use them?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Floyd grumbled. Some of the students at the bar gulped, most likely thinking that Floyd was about to spiral into one of his infamous moods. This poor dimwitted souls. Jade was more attuned with his twin than any other living creature, and could recognize that the face Floyd was currently making was one of his more harmless ones. Your presence seemed to have put the wild merman into a good mood. 

“I’m afraid it’s necessary. You are supposed to be tending to the bar.”

“Ugh. I don’t want to. Those worthless fishies are soooo boring,” Floyd bemoaned. “Shrimpy is much more fun.”

“I-it’s okay Floyd. I don’t want you to get in trouble,” You said meekly. This caused Floyd to coo over you and continue to envelope your much smaller body with his tall form. 

“As fun as she may be, you can’t tend to the bar and carry her at the same time.”

Jade saw it the moment it happened, when the feral mischief lit up like bioluminescent lights in Floyd’s eyes. Just like Jade knew that it would. 

“Who says I can’t?” Floyd took the challenge.

You caught on far too late, “Wait! That isn’t a good idea...EEEKKKK!”

You shrieked as maneuvered you so that you were thrown over his shoulder. Not very dignified, but practical. 

“Floyd, please put me down!”

“Ask me again when my shift’s over. However, I make no promises.”

“F-Floyd!”

Jade’s own devious smile widened ever so slightly. That had worked out perfectly. It was almost too easy, since Floyd was so chaotically fascinated with you and your reactions. Even though Jade could tell that you were very embarrassed by your predicament, he knew that you would return tomorrow as you always do. 

(Omg, I was so excited when I got this ask. This is just just pure cuteness, absolute tooth-rotting fluff and I live for it!)

Ace Trappola:

Huh? What in Wonderland were you doing in front of his locker? Were you trying to prank him. Ha! Joke’s on you! He was about to catch you in the act.

He sneaks up on you and try to cage you in with his arms, with every intention to call you out with a sneer. 

Well, needless to say, it doesn’t go as planned.

You freak out and end up throwing your love letter at his face, nearly poking his eye out. You used your preemptive to flee. 

He’s already getting geared to chase after you when it actually registers what you threw at him.

Oh shi-

He’s gobsmacked after he reads it. You really had such feelings for him? Why in Wonderland didn’t you just tell him? Now he looked like a jerk!

He’ll track you down later to properly return your feelings. You were his partner in crime after all, he didn’t know where he’d be without you. Of course he felt the same way. Though, he will still tease you for trying to confess to him in such a cliche way. 

Deuce Spade:

Wait, what were you doing? Why were you in front of his locker? Did you mistake it for yours somehow?

He walks up behind you, reminding you that this was his locker.

He doesn’t expect you to shriek and make a break for it, running as if Riddle was chasing you for breaking a rule.

He is so many different levels of confused. What did he do wrong? Why were you suddenly so frightened of him? Had he been making his delinquent face without knowing it? 

That’s when he notices your letter.

He doesn’t know what it is at first. Were you trying to put this in his locker? Had he forgotten something and you felt the need to remind him via letter? 

He opens the letter, and puts Riddle to shame with how red his face becomes.

You...him...you have feelings for him?!?!?! How? Why? When?

He spends the rest of the day overworking his brain, trying to come up with a way to answer you. You had taken the time to write this letter for him, the least he could do was show you the same effort. 

Jack Howl:

Don’t think he hasn’t noticed how skittish you’ve been around him lately. He’s been meaning to confront you about your behavior, but was hoping that you would just tell him yourself.

Little did he know that he wouldn’t have to wait long.

Yeah, at first, he’s at a loss as to why you’re struggling to get his locker open. Were you trying to break into his locker? Jack’s mind immediately went to accuse Ace of daring you to do something stupid again. But then he notices the envelope in your hands. Huh? Why were you trying to slip a letter into his locker? Again, he hasn’t ruled out Ace as the culprit.

Unfortunately, you spot his approach. You always seemed to know when he was coming, as if it were a six-sense. Your face paled and you took off, leaving the letter behind.

He reads it, noting how it was far too nice looking for anything Ace-related. He’s starting to have his suspicions about what it truly is when he finally reads it. 

His heart accelerates dangerously as he reads it. You had feelings for him? Honestly? He tries to keep calm, but the way his face lights up and his tail wags gives him away. 

He sneaks glances at you during class, waiting for the bell to ring so that he could give you his answer. 

Epel Felmier: 

He’s definitely curious about why you’re standing in front of his locker, fidgeting like a scared rabbit. Were you waiting to talk with him about something?

Then, he sees the letter. Suddenly, all the dots connect in his head. He’s in Pomefiore, for goodness’ sake. He knows a love letter when he sees one. He just never expected to receive one from you. 

He’s already slightly blushing when he clears his throat, alerting you of his presence. You barely spare him a second glance before you’re taking off.

He reads your letter, a little flustered at the heartfelt words. Your letter makes it clear that you like him for his personality, brash words and country-accent and all. It makes him a little lightheaded to think that someone would see past his looks and still like him all the same. 

Ugh. He’s gonna have to confess to you now, isn’t he? Fu-

Since he’s in freaking nosy as hell Pomefiore, it’s only a matter of time when either Vil or Rook discover his plans to confess (or worse, both). 

He takes their advice with a grain of salt.

In the end, he expertly carves an apple to resemble a rose bud and he waits in front of your locker this time, with no intentions of running away. 

Sebek Zigvolt:

Subtlety? What’s subtlety? 

The moment he sees you loitering in front of his locker, he’s marching up to you and demanding to know what it is you’re up to. He draws everyone’s attention to you, and you suddenly feel the urge to drop dead in embarrassment. 

You try to make a break for it, if only to save yourself from further humiliation. Emphasis on the “try”. This man has been training to be a knight all of his life and he catches up with you easily, cornering you.

It’s clear he won’t let you go until you fess up. So, you reluctantly hand over your letter. 

He honestly has no idea what it is at first. He begins to read it out-loud, to which you quickly and firmly tell him to shush it! Thankfully, he takes the hint. 

He’s about halfway through the letter, admiring how well-written it is, when it finally dawns on him what it is he’s reading.

He coughs, for once rendered speechless. 

He then carefully refolds the letter, putting it back in its envelope and into his jacket’s pocket. 

My apologies, but I don’t think I’ll be able to do this request. I have no idea which characters you’re asking for and I can’t do them all. I’ve stated in my rules that you need to be specific about which characters you want. If you don’t, then I’ll just be playing darts in the dark and I might not give you what you wanted. 

(A continuation of this post.)

It was official. There was something seriously wrong with you.

Ace might not have been the sharpest card in the deck, but even he could notice this much. You had been super spacey lately, more so than usual. He’d often glance your way during class just to see gazing dreamily into the distance, sighing with contentment. Professor Trein’s lectures sure as hell weren’t that interesting, so there must have been something else preoccupying your mind. Well, whatever it was, it needed you to stop. If Ace saw one more longing gaze, he was going to throw up. 

Whatever kind of illness it was that you had, Ace just prayed it wasn’t contagious. If he started acting that way, Duece might as well drop another cauldron on him. 

Ace knew he wasn’t imagining it. After all, the other members of your trouble squad had noticed as well. You weren’t subtle.

All seemed to be right with the world as you and your pals made your way to lunch. Grim was squirming in your arms, cheerful as always at the promise of food. Epel was recounting his tale about how he was subjected to another painful etiquette lesson from his dorm leader.

“For the last time, I don’t care which spoon I need to use for soup,” Epel moaned, his country accent slipping through. “They all look the damn same anyways. Next time, I'm just drinking it right from the bowl.”

Ace sneered, “Yeah, right. You wouldn’t dare.”

Epel puffed out his cheeks in agitation, “You saying I ain’t man enough to do it.”

“You mean in front of Vil?” You said with a raised eyebrow. “No one’s man enough to do that.”

“Hmph. I’ll show you then.”

You chuckled, knowing Epel wouldn’t actually do it. He was just venting as a form of stress relief. It’s nice to plot your enemy’s demise even if you would never do it. 

Jack frowned, “I’ve noticed the conversation has lacked a substantial amount of Malleus Draconia in it. Where’s Sebek?”

Deuce tilted his head, “Huh, I didn’t even notice. Well, he’s probably doing some knightly business, or whatever he’s calling it these days. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s ditched us for his lord.”

While your friends muttered in agreement, you stopped dead in your tracks. 

“Oh, shoot! Guys, I’m really sorry, but I can’t eat lunch with you today,” You admitted guiltily. 

“What?” They said.

“Yeah, what?” Grim added, glaring up at you. “Don’t tell me you got in trouble. I ain’t missing lunch for you.”

He promptly flew out of your arms and decided to make his nest on Ace’s head.

“Hey! Don’t sit on my hair!” 

“I’m not in trouble,” You assured them. “I just promised someone else that I would eat with them today.”

“Who?” Jack asked.

“Well-”

“Y/N!”

Ah, perfect timing. 

Your absentee friend appeared, green eyes fiery with impatience. Sebek marched right up to you, dressed appropriately in his Diasomnia uniform, “You are now exactly one minute and twelve seconds late to meet with my lord! You bring shame upon yourself. I will not allow you to delay any further! Come, I shall escort you.” 

Wow. Way to rat you out. Also, escort you where? You are literally standing right in front of the cafeteria entrance. Did he think you would lose your way in-between tables? 

You merely smiled, “Ah, my apologies, Sebek. Guess I shouldn’t wait any longer, huh?”

“Glad to see you being reasonable for once,” Sebek nodded, pleased with your reaction. “My lord is most excited to meet with you.”

Duece choked, “Sweet Godmother, you’re meeting with Malleus Draconia? The Malleus Draconia?”

You nodded happily.

Sebek nodded as well, “Indeed. Please, contain your jealousy.”

“Jealous?” Ace yelled. “Try scared shitless! Why the heck are you meeting with the dorm leader of Diasomnia? Please tell me you didn’t do anything to get on his bad side. I don’t want to get cursed.”

“Hmph!” Sebek huffed. “As if you are worth the time it would take to curse. My lord has better things to do with his time.”

Ace actually looked insulted by this.

“Charming guys,” You drawled. “And, no, I’m not on his bad side. In fact, I think he rather likes me.”

You blushed at the mere thought. Your relationship was still young and left you giddy at the mere thought.

Epel was the first to catch on. He made a face, “Oh, gross. Well, have fun, I guess.”

You smiled, “Thanks, I guess. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

Jack also seemed to have caught on, his face turning red, “O-oh! Yes, enjoy yourself, Y/N.”

“Thank you.”

With that, you allowed Sebek to lead you away from your other friends. They watched you as you disappeared into the crowd. 

“What? What just happened?” Duece inquired. He, Ace, and Grim were still in clueless train. 

Epel ignored them, continuing forward, “Uh, now I get the whole lovey-dovey looks she’s been making lately. She’s going to be insufferable to be around for the next few months, I just know it. The honeymoon phase is always the worst. I’m getting hives just thinking about it.”

Epel paused, then smirked evilly, “Actually, that doesn’t sound so bad. Vil would have a stroke-”

“Eh? Wait, so Y/N isn’t getting cursed?” Grim asked. 

Epel and Jack looked at their friends like they were idiots. 

“No, morons,” Epel sighed, realizing that he had to spell it out for them. “She’s dating Malleus Draconia.”

Ace, Deuce, and Grim froze. Epel counted down their processing.

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