Tiffie (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)

"I am perfectly capable of holding my own stuff, Sebek. You really don't have to–"

The words didn't even have a chance to leave your mouth before the bag was removed from your shoulder at a speed so alarming, you would almost think the bag carried a weapon and not two measly notebooks and a can of tuna you had found on clearance for Grim.

"NONSENSE." Sebek loudly declared, making several nearby students jump a mile high. Sebek carefully slung your bag over his own shoulder, all while glaring you down as if you had personally offended his entire bloodline.

"You need not burden yourself with unnecessary physical exertion! This is but one of the many duties any respectable knight should carry out!" He held his head high, clearly not seeing reason. He was being ridiculous, and you couldn't help but narrow your eyes at him.

"Uh huh... well, thank you Sebek. However would I have carried that incredibly heavy bag without the help of a strong, trustworthy knight? I may have threw my back out." Your words were laced with sarcasm, yet Sebek only took your words as the highest of praises. His cheeks dusted pink, and he immediately turned his head away from you so that you couldn't see the proud look on his face.

"Of course you would have! Humans are such fragile creatures, after all." He came to an abrupt halt as you reached your classroom, opening the door for you and ushering you inside so he could drop the bag off at your seat before rushing to his own class.

You tried to ignore Ace and Deuce's shit eating grin as they enjoyed watching you and your new personal escort.

"Right then! I shall return after class to ensure you reach your dorm safely. DO NOT TRY AND PICK UP THIS BAG IN MY ABSENCE, I cannot allow for your back to give way! In the meantime, study diligently." His gaze fell upon the two Heartslabyul first years, and with a clenched jaw he barked out at them "AS FOR YOU TWO– REFRAIN FROM DISTRACTING THE PREFECT WITH YOUR USUAL FOOLISHNESS."

And with that, he made his exit. Leaving you to sink further in your chair as the entire class silently stared directly at you with wide eyes. Some of them were confused, others were entertained, and the rest had half a mind to ask you to "blink twice if you need help."

Ace was the first to break the silence.

"Huh! I didn't know you adopted a new dog, prefect! Have you tried teaching him to roll over yet?" You elbowed him in the side, making him flinch back. "Ouch–! Hey, not my fault you managed to rizz up the weirdest guy in the whole school. You're probably stuck with his shadow looming over you for life now, bro."

"It is a little strange to see Sebek giving you royalty treatment. It's not as bad as he is with Malleus, but still." Deuce chimed in, looking at you with more sympathy than Ace had. Though, he couldn't help but admit he was also pretty amused by the entire situation. You let out a groan, dropping your face into your hands.

"I don't know what I did to get here. But can we just drop it for now? I need to focus on something else or my head might explode."

Deuce nodded, agreeing to your wishes immediately. Ace hesitantly dropped the subject, but he was going to make sure to mess with you about this for months to come.

You were so cooked.

The second observation was arguably stranger. And possibly borderline creepy, had it been coming from anyone but Sebek.

You began receiving letters. Handwritten letters that spoke of you as if you were an angel sent to Twisted Wonderland from the divine themselves. At first, you had your doubts that they were actually coming from Sebek, and you almost wondered if someone was pulling a prank on you.

That is, until one of the letters came with a picture. Of him...smiling?

Dear Prefect of Ramshakle Dorm,

Someone has brought it to my attention that you may not be used to recieveing a physical missive from the heart. However. Though I often speak my mind without second thought...for some reason, when I come face to face with your everlasting radiance, I almost find myself unable to express what I truly wish to say to you.

This is no excuse on my part. You are most deserving and worthy of high acclaim. I will do better from here on out to shower you with all the words you must hear about yourself on a daily basis. This includes topics on your emotional strength, your kindness and generosity, your breathtaking beauty. And... your courage. Which you often seem to doubt that you have.

You see, I always find it hard to believe that someone who demonstrates such remarkable courage would often diminish their own worth. Yet, you continue to surprise me. I have decided that I must take it upon myself to correct this at once.

Most mere humans cower away in fear when faced with the disasters that have begun taking place in this school as of late. However, In order to assist your peers, you have put yourself in the face of danger multiple times, despite your lack of magic at that! (Much to my immense worry for you.)

You have the commendable heart of a warrior. Not of a cowardly human. Please remember this when you are feeling less than what you truly are.

I shall begin to wrap this missive up. There is more I would like to say to you, but I know some of it should be said in person. Just know that I admire you, greatly. Far more than what may be considered appropriate.

Inside this envelope, I have attached a photo of my smiling visage for your viewing pleasure. Do with the photo what you will. And perhaps, if you wished to send a photo of yourself back...I would quite enjoy that.

From,

Sebek Zigvolt of Diasomnia Dorm.

Your jaw was practically to the floor as you read the letter to the end. You couldn't believe your eyes.

Sebek wrote all of this for you?! You didn't know he could be so...

Endearing?

You pulled the photo out of the envelope, unable to stop the snort that came out the moment you laid eyes on it. The photo was a tad bit stiff, but he held an honest smile in what looked to be a picture that someone else took for him. Did he have an entire photo shoot for this? The mental image had you wanting to double over in laughter, but you tried to compose yourself. He had pure intentions, after all.

You smiled fondly as you reread the letter, before grabbing your camera and stepping somewhere into the best lighting you could find in the dorm. You'd give him the photo he wanted next time you saw him.

The following day, you felt nervous as you walked side by side with Sebek to the cafeteria. Well... "walked" was putting it lightly. With the way Sebek stood with his back standing impossibly straight, and his eyes scanning his surroundings as if he was waiting for someone to jump out at the both of you with an axe... once again, you felt more like royalty being escorted by their trusty guard dog than a student walking around the school hallways with a friend.

You kept sneaking glances at him through the corner of your eye, hand fidgeting with the envelope you shoved in your pocket, that held the photo you took for him.

And much to your dismay, you heart had begun doing something very inconvenient ever since you read his letter to you the night before.

Because the thing about Sebek was that he never lied or played around. Sure, he may seem to exaggerate sometimes, but you knew him well enough to know by now that whatever he said was exactly how he felt.

"You appear distracted." Sebek brought you out of your thoughts with a voice that was oddly gentle coming from him. "If something troubles you, you need only to say the word."

"No, no. Nothing like that." You attempted to reassure him, but you could tell he wasnt buying it by the way his brows furrowed together. "Actually..."

You pulled out the envelope from your pocket, hand shaking slightly as you held it out to him. His eyes widened for a brief moment, looking at you with uncertainty.

"This is for you." He blinked, breath hitching in his throat as he slowly reached out to accept the envelope like it was a sacred offering from Malleus himself.

"For me?!" You quickly nodded, suddenly very interested in the patterns on the floor's tiles. He carefully began to open the envelope up, and you refused to look up at his reaction.

What if he thought it was strange? Or that you were mocking him? He was so sincere, what if you–

"I SHALL RUN TO DIASOMNIA AT ONCE TO HANG THIS PHOTO UP!" You jumped at his sudden declaration, eyes snapping to look over at him. He held a wide smile on his face, holding the photo of you up like he was looking at a priceless artifact instead of you smiling inside of your dump of a dorm.

He turned the photo around, reading the words you scribbled on the back.

For your viewing pleasure.

"You uh– you don't have to hang it up, it might cramp your gothic style and Malleus bedroom theme you have going on. It was just a silly photo–"

"You and lord Malleus both hold great importance to me. I will treasure this photo until the day I cease my breath." He cast simple magic on the photo to keep it safe, before placing it in the pocket of his uniform. You let out a sigh, shaking your head fondly at his nonsense.

"If you say so. Can I come with you back to Diasomnia, then?" You felt him stiffen, before he took in a deep breath.

"Though I would be honored to take you, I instead have a request of you." He suddenly appeared bashful, and your head tilted in curiosity as the tips of his ears turned red. "I originally wanted to wait until I could take you back to Brair Valley for this, but Lilia told me that he had a change in his wisdom and that there was no time like the present to do this...so, prefect...if you would meet me on the courtyard's bench tonight when the clock strikes midnight...there is something I wish to tell you."

You felt your heart flutter nervously in your chest, stomach twisting as your mind raced with possibilities of what he may say.

Was he going to...

"With that, I will see you tonight if you accept!"

And before you could reply, he was gone. Taking the photo of you with him.

By the time night rolled around, you were a wreck.

"You've been pacing for twenty minutes!" Grim spoke between bites of the discount tuna you gave him, watching you with an unimpressed stare. "You're makin me dizzy over here."

"I can't help it, Grim! Sebek will be here in just a few minutes. What if he wants to tell me all of this is over? That his letters to me were a mistake and he never wants to carry a book or bag for me again ever in my feeble human existence?"

"Listen up, henchhuman! I'm only gonna say this once!" Grim suddenly declared, pointing a paw at you as he stood up like he was about to give you a grand speech for a pep talk. "Take it from me, the great love expert! You're way too good for that guy. There's no way he's just gonna up and leave you, unless he just wants to die alone. If anything, you should tell him to give you compensation for your time."

You looked at Grim through narrowed eyes. "Love expert my ass! I'm not asking him to pay me for going out with him."

Your gaze shifted to your watch, and with a heavy sigh, you flick your hand at Grim, shooing him off. "Alright. Time's up. Go hide behind a bush or something and DON'T say a word, or set anything on fire unless you want to be scrubbing the campus toilets for a month straight."

"You wouldn't–!"

"Crowley would love to put you on janitor duty again. Don't try me." Grim heeded your warning, for once.

You sat yourself down on the bench as midnight approached, your hands fidgeting with each other as you attempted to calm yourself down.

You knew you were overthinking.

Sebek may be considered rude to those who didn't know him well, but he wouldn't drag you all the way out here just to say something cruel and hurt your feelings. You knew he wouldn't.

So then why were you so...

"PREFECT!" You flinched, the man of the hour suddenly appearing before you. You couldn't help but notice how...polished he looked.

Did he style his hair more than usual? And his outfit...

You had to try and stop the amused smile from spreading on your face. He really went all out for this.

"Thank you for accepting my request to meet me here tonight." He cleared his throat, taking a seat on the bench beside you, with enough space in between you for a whole other person. You opened your mouth to comment on it, but he continued speaking.

"As of late, I've been thinking a great deal."

"Oh? How dangerous." You shot back to tease him, which he decided to ignore. But not before throwing you an unimpressed side eye.

"For many years, my life has had a singular purpose. To serve and protect Lord Malleus. To become a great knight, so that I could protect Briar Valley." That much you already knew. It wasn't like he didn't talk about that constantly. "My loyalty to him will never waver, for it is my greatest honor to stand at his side." You nodded, and then Sebek's voice softened.

"However, recently...my attention became divided. I found myself distracted with thoughts and feelings I had never experienced before. And at first I thought I must have grown ill."

Your heart stuttered, urging for him to continue. His gaze landed directly onto you, and very cautiously, he slid one of his hands into yours. They were rough and calloused...as well as a bit sweaty from what you assumed were nerves.

"But then Lilia informed me that the symptoms I was experiencing was...romantic affection. Towards you."

"Sebek, I–" you couldn't finish your thought. In all honesty, you were speechless. Of all people you could pull in Twisted Wonderland, you never would have guessed it would be him.

"I will admit, I did try to correct these feelings. But I failed. The situation only worsened, and soon I felt consumed by thoughts of you."

"Consumed, huh? Is that why you started stalking me everywhere?"

"I– STALKING?! I WAS ENSURING YOUR SAFETY, HUMAN!" You let out a laugh at how flustered he suddenly became, and Sebek sighed. You were impossible.

"If that's what you wanna call it."

Sebek may have looked annoyed at your teasing, but the way his thumb tenderly brushed the back of your hand was enough to tell you that he didn't mind. He adored you, hopelessly so.

"I admire you." He spoke out. "I often wondered to myself how someone with so little power in this world could possess the strength that you do. Every day I see you doing your best, even when everything seems against you."

"And...?" You were beginning to get impatient, waiting for the words you so desperately wanted to hear–

"And. I love you, prefect." He finally ripped the bandaid off, and you swore you could almost cry. "There is no one else who could be worthy of my affections in the way that you are. I do not expect you to feel the sa–"

You grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to you and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. His eyes widened, and you swore he looked like he was going to explode.

"I love you too, Sebek. Very much so."

And in the background, a very unimpressed Grim watched the scene unfold, unsure if he was happy for you or disgusted by all the mush he was witnessing.

He certainly wasn't looking forward to Sebek being at Ramshackle more often.

Dividers by priestboy

Do not steal or use my work for ai purposes. I will eat you.

The three sat on the uncomfortable chairs of the library, the delicate sound of pages turning and pen scribbling on paper filled the air.

Right now Ace, Deuce and Grim were supposed to be studying for Professor Crewel's quiz the very next day, but the words on the page just won't register in their minds.

Instead, they were occupied with the thoughts that there was something wrong with the prefect.

Something very wrong.

The boys—as oblivious as they are—can tell when their friend is feeling down.

Their gaze barely lifts from the ground, and their chin was propped up by their palm in Professor Trein's class, lost in thought.

It was as if their friend had been spirited away...

And beyond that, the unique sparkle in your eyes dim, replaced by a deep sense of yearning—but for what?

"Maybe they just want tuna?" Ace sighs at Grim's idea, tapping his pen on the wooden desk.

"They're aren't like you Grim, no way someone with that look in their eyes just wants tuna." Ace bristled at the suggestion. Ace sighs once more, turning to face Deuce. "Well, what about you? Any ideas?"

"Uhm..." Deuce bites his lip in thought, he knows he's seen that look before, he just can't recall where exactly... 

Think, Deuce, just think! 

The longing in your eyes... The deep sighs you've been exhaling...

Oh.

Oh! 

Deuce slams his palms on the table as he abruptly stood up from his chair, startling Grim and Ace.

"What the hell man-" "[Name] is in love!"

... 

"HUH?!"

"QUIET DOWN! THIS IS A LIBRARY!" 

"No way, there's just no way!" Ace huffs, folding his arms across his chest.

"But there is! We can never know unless we ask."

"If my hench human is in love, they'd tell me! There ain't nothin' we don't share." Grim bristles at the thought. Surely his hench human trusts him with this kind of info! 

Aced hummed in thought, "if your theory is correct, who do you think caught the eye of the prefect?" Ace raised an eyebrow, a clear expression of doubt plastered on his face.

"Well... They've been like this since winter break right?" Deuce furrowed his eyebrows in thought, brain going on overdrive to connect the dots.

"Dunno where you're going with this, but yeah."

"And they've spent it in Scarabia..."

"Mraah! Just spit it out already!"

Deuce groans, "what I wanted to say was that maybe, just maybe, they might've, y'know, fallen in love with either Kalim or Jamil..." Deuce buried his face in his hands, crimson creeping up to his cheeks.

"Deuce, buddy..." Ace pats his back, an equally condescending and pitying smile gracing his lips. Grim shakes his head. "No way, just... No way."

Deuce lifted his gaze to meet Ace's eyes, a vein popping up in his forehead. "You've got some nerve looking so smug!"

"I seriously doubt my hench human would fall for those two."

Ace clicked his tongue. "Especially Jamil. The guy imprisoned them. Me personally, I wouldn't even tolerate his presence."

"Well, it could also be Kali-" 

"What are you guys talking about?"

The trio froze like a deer in headlights, mouths slightly agape. There you stood, back straight carrying a small pile of books, likely studying for the quiz tomorrow. 

You raised an eyebrow, "careful now, a fly might enter your mouths."

"So, care to tell me what you've been chatting about?"

Deuce cleared his throat, "well... We just noticed that after winter break, you've been... Off."

"Deuce thought you were in love with Kalim or Jamil." Ace quickly added.

... 

"Huh?"

Dumbfounded. That's what you were. You nearly let go of your alchemy textbooks. 

"Where did you even get that idea?" You pulled out a chair so you could sit across from them. 

Deuce's flushed redder than Riddle's hair, embarrassment seeping down to his very bones. Ace and Grim are never gonna let him live this down. "Ahem, well, as I said earlier, you were acting weird after winter break and I immediately jumped to the idea that you were inlovewithKalimorJamil."

"And I am so, so sorry," Deuce bowed his head in shame the crimson hue on his cheeks fading to a dull pink.

"Pft- well I can't really find fault in that. You guys were worried about me," you rised from your seat, an awkward screech rang in your ears as the chair legs scraped against the floor. "And I am so incredibly thankful." And despite Grim's protest, you envoloped the three in a hug.

"Well that disproves our theory." Ace sighs. "Why the hell did didya look so sad then?"

Your smile softened as you let go of the three, "Would it be corny if I said I missed my home?"

"No, not at all! I miss my mom all the time, it's perfectly normal!"

"Alright mama's boy." Grim snorted. 

"Y'know, when you suddenly end up in another world, you start to feel just a tad bit homesick."

"Everything was unfamiliar, scary and so incredibly far from my understanding." You clasped your hands over your heart gaze traveling anywhere but their eyes.

"Scarabia was familiar, the scent of the spices, the heat of the sun, hell, even Kalim and Jamil's faces were familiar." Inhale for three seconds, exhale for five, that was the technique your parent(s) taught you to stay cool.

For the first time in a few days, your eyes seemed less hollow, it was full of life and mirth as it should've been from the very start.

A rare sheepish smile crosses Ace's lips. "[Name]... If you ever feel homesick again, just let us know. We'll cheer you right up!"

"Mya hah hah hah! What kind of expression is that!"

"Shut up Grim!"

"This is the first genuine smile I've seen out of you Ace... Are you sick?"

"WELL FUCK YOU TOO, PREFECT??? THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'LL TRY TO CHEER YOU UP!"

With that, everything was back to normal, with the expense of Ace's dignity seriously though, what a  way to kick a man down when he's already so embarrassed.

"How many times do I have to tell you, QUIET. DOWN!"

Oops.

(Is it obvious that Deuce is my favorite among the three)

It's been a while since I've wrote something so this is basically just practice to me. Can't believe it's been 3 years or something since I've updated this (quotev), time truly does fly rather quickly

Edited: Fixed some spelling errors and added more descriptions of scenes

ruggie falls for it for exactly three seconds, and those three seconds are glorious. you ask him to take your picture while you're out somewhere together, and he agrees without much thought. the moment he raises your phone, you suddenly point at him and loudly exclaim, "sir, why are you recording me? sir, please stop!" ruggie's ears immediately shoot upright. "huh?!" nearby people start looking over. the poor guy immediately lowers the phone and begins defending himself with the speed of someone who has absolutely been blamed for things before. "i'm not recording you! it's your phone!" unfortunately, this only makes him sound guiltier. the second he notices you struggling not to laugh, realization hits. his eyes narrow. the grin appears. the grin means you're finished. by the end of the day, he's somehow convinced several people that you framed him for entertainment. every time you ask him to take a picture afterward, he dramatically clutches his chest and says, "sorry, can't. last time i got accused of crimes."

kalim completely panics. the second you shout, "sir, why are you recording me?" he nearly drops your phone. "what?!" he blurts out. a few nearby students glance over, which only makes him panic more. "i'm not recording! i promise!" the poor guy immediately starts apologizing despite having done absolutely nothing wrong. he's so earnest about it that you almost feel bad. almost. the moment you start laughing, kalim realizes he's been pranked and immediately starts laughing too. instead of being upset, he thinks it's the funniest thing ever. unfortunately, this means he later tries the prank himself. on jamil. the results are catastrophic. you hear about it for weeks.

floyd absolutely thrives in chaos, which means this prank backfires instantly. the second you accuse him of recording you, he starts cackling before you've even finished the sentence. "sir, please stop filming me!" you cry dramatically. floyd immediately points the camera at himself. "shrimpy's bullying me agaaaain!" somehow the attention shifts onto you in under five seconds. people are now staring at you. floyd is having the time of his life. the more you try explaining it's a prank, the more dramatic he becomes. "can't believe you'd do this to me, shrimpy~" by the end, you're both giggling too hard to stand properly, and floyd has gained a brand-new joke he'll use against you for the next six months. every time you hand him your phone afterward, he grins and goes, "not gonna accuse me of recording ya again, riiiight?~"

jade is somehow even worse than floyd because he remains completely calm throughout the entire thing. you confidently set up the prank, hand him your phone, and wait for the perfect moment. the second he raises it, you point dramatically and exclaim, "sir, why are you recording me?" jade lowers the phone. smiles. and that's when you know you've made a mistake. "my, what a serious accusation!" he says pleasantly. the nearby people who turned to look are now listening. you are suddenly very aware of this fact. rather than defending himself, jade calmly begins discussing the importance of honesty and the dangers of spreading misinformation. the entire speech is directed at you. somehow, despite this being your prank, you're the one getting publicly lectured. by the time you admit it was a joke, jade has successfully convinced everyone nearby that he's the victim. you leave the interaction wondering how he managed to reverse the prank so thoroughly.

jack

He's not incredibly crazy about music. He has his workout playlist, sure, but it's more so just for background noise. One day you're sitting around him as he's going through his ab routine, and just mindlessly begin to sing. His ears shoot up, but he doesn't say anything. Maybe just shooting you a curious glance, but that's that. In his mind, he's much more reactive. Your voice just reminds him of those fairytale songs his little siblings would listen to when they were younger. Soothing, relaxing, pretty... he ends the workout early. His mind isn't fully in it, too distracted by you. Right before you two part, he mumbles, "...I like your singing," and bolts. If you looked close enough, his tail was swishing faster than normal. Adorable. Although you were invited to his workouts beforehand, now he asks you to come specifically to sing. He claims that it helps him focus which is just a blatant lie. It's very distracting. He just likes it. Sometimes he'll ask if you can sing certain songs that he thinks will sound nice with your voice. Like Deuce, the songs you sing quickly become his favorite songs in general, but he's much more blunt about it. "Mm? Oh, yeah. I started listening to that song after you sung it. It's good." He thinks that your renditions are better, but he's not going to say that aloud.

sebek

First time he catches you, he interrupts you. He's very loud to the surprise of no one. "WHAT IS THAT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT?" Like bro, you're just singing. He acts like he's never heard a song ever. He's incredibly confused as he doesn't understand why you do it without a direct purpose. Ends up calling your self control weak since you do it mindlessly and out of habit. How romantic. Despite his harsh words, you end up giving him the same quirk. He'll be guarding Malleus and abruptly begin humming a tune you did earlier in the day. It definitely catches the Draconia's attention. "What song is that?" Sebek, always eager to talk to the prince, ends up rambling about you. How light and pretty your voice songs when you're singing. The way your lips move with each sound. Your small. elegant sways as you sing. Malleus is quiet as Sebek dumps all this information on him. "... You seem quite infatuated with the Prefect." Infatuated?? Him?? Ridiculous! He soon shakes his head, stating, "The only person I'd ever be infatuated with is you, Wakasama!" The prince is right though. No one who is paying close attention would notice the things he does. Sebek doesn't know how to process this crush and demands you stop singing. If you do stop, he ends up actually humming. Then loses his mind. "YOU! YOU'RE INFECTING ME! STOP!" It's actually pretty funny. He's a train wreck.

floyd

Singing? Fun, he's in. He'll immediately start singing with you, very loudly, and very poorly. Floyd isn't an awful singer, he just finds it more fun to scream than actually try. If he's feeling more hyper than usual, he'll grab your hand and waltz you around while singing. You've got to be mindful whenever you start humming or singing around him because he starts a scene every time. After one song, he'll laugh and want to do it over and over again. Doing this with you gives him such an energy boost, he just loves it! He does get mad though if you hum or sing around anyone else though. It's weird, he'll say things like, "Ha! You should hear Shrimpy's singing! Talk about a siren call! You're missing out!" to people like Jade, but if you actually sing around them he'll get all sulky and in a sour mood. Goes into a don't-talk-to-me-and-stop-singing mood. Not fun to be around. Even if you two aren't dating, it just feels like a betrayal. That's your guys's thing! Your siren call is for his ears only, why're just letting anyone else listen all willy nilly!? He never says all this out loud though, you just kinda have to pick up on this dislike through experience. "Shrimpy, Shrimpy! Do that song about the lovebirds again! I've got an idea I wanna try!" Famous last words before he tries to dip you and drops you mid song.

silver

Your singing puts him to sleep. It's a double-edged sword. It's just so relaxing and airy that he can't help but shut his eyes. It's actually problematic and he asks you to stop singing around him. This breaks his heart a little since he does like listening to you, but his curse just makes it too difficult. The situation lingers in his mind much longer than it should. The way you deflated when he asked you to stop made his throat run dry. In these thoughts, an idea began to grow. You feel a tug on your sleeve and Silver stands behind you. "How do you feel about rock music?" He's completely serious and it's kinda funny. Instead of the pretty, airy hums that you were used to, he took you out to a karaoke bar to sing pop-punk, rock, pop-rock, and really anything that's loud and will keep him awake. If you convince him enough, he'll end up singing with you. His voice does not at all fit these genres but he's trying his best and it's adorable. Now, if you sing or hum around him, it's within these genres and he's able to listen without falling asleep. He's got that lovesick grin on his face whenever he listens to you. Lilia is astounded when he finds these songs on Silver's training playlist. He thanks you for improving Silver's taste in music.

rook

Picks up on your habit alarmingly fast. He knows when and what you're about to sing before you do it. With this information, he happily harmonizes with you. Rook can sing and he utilizes these abilities to the max with you. He's got this big ole smile on his face as he sings with you. Calls it the, "Exchanging of hearts!" because he's dramatic. Rook is also very vocal about how much he likes your voice. He will sing your praises both to your face and to everyone around. Epel is annoyed. Vil to corners you and wants to hear it for himself. The housewarden is much more critical than Rook and it's incredibly intimidating. Rook is around anytime you sing. ANY TIME. It's like he has a sixth sense specifically for this. You're just singing at Ramshackle? He's at the door. In class under your breath while he's in another classroom? Suddenly he left his magic pen wherever you are. In the bathroom? Guess who's outside the stall! Yeah no, it's actually creepy. There's levels to ts. He encourages you to record your singing since he likes it better than any one on the radio. You're now his favorite singer. He can't think of music without thinking of you. Looking past all the red flags, he's your biggest supporter. You have him truly entranced.

idia

— ꒰ DEUCE SPADE ꒱

When Deuce’s mom invited you to stay at her house in Clock Town, you thought you could never get used to her motherly nature and her big way of showing hospitality

She kept pinching your cheeks and handing you far too many compliments for you to handle — it didn’t help that Deuce agreed with everything she was saying with such sincerity that you might as well combust. Though Grim was gagging every single second of it but let’s ignore that for now

Now it was his turn to be embarrassed

“And this was when he was still going to bed with that rabbit stuffy, he wouldn’t go to sleep without it! Such a cutie he was!” She gushed over him — clutching a hand on her cheek as she fondly looked back on the old memories they created on the photo album

‘Such a cutie’ she was right, the little drool on the side of his face and the way he was holding his little plushy tightly in his arms. All while wearing hot pink pajamas. The sight made your heart melt as you squealed

Meanwhile on the other side of the couch, lies a blushing Deuce who was debating whether or not he should grab the album before you see something too mortifying. But on the other hand, he loves seeing you get along so well with his mom. His hands neatly placed in his lap as he peered over — trying to make sure you don’t take any pictures for Ace. Sevens knows what he’ll say about his stupid baby pictures

His mom turned over to the next page — her eyes lit up “And this when he was potty training! He still makes that face you know?” you both giggled as you agreed

‘Okay maybe now is the time’ Deuce thought as he made a grab for it — nearly hitting his chin in the process

“[Name] aren’t you hungry? How about I make you some omelettes?”. His mom gasped as she looked back at the clock “it’s nearly dinner time, you must be starving” she got up almost immediately — taking you by the arm as she led you to the kitchen

Deuce pumped his fist up in the air for successfully distracting you two and then dropped the book back on the couch

Unbeknownst to him, a certain little dire beast had the prefect’s phone and smiled mischievously at the chaos he’s gonna cause later “Tee hee this will teach you not to be so lovey dovey”

— ꒰ JADE LEECH ꒱

Meeting Jade’s parents with Grim was stressful enough, meeting them at their house underwater was possibly even more stressful. Instead of using water breathing potion like you would have liked, Jade insisted that you both have to use a merman transformation potion. Something something about how it’s more long lasting compared to the water breathing one

Trying to figure out how to move in your new ‘shrimpy’ form ( as Floyd calls it ) without totally embarrassing yourself was a challenge. Jade, perhaps doing this on purpose, gave you a helping fin on learning how to swim the merman way

Now your here, somehow heavily sweating in the sea while getting a house tour led by his mother and your lovely boyfriend. As Jade was about to show you his childhood bedroom, you saw something big in the corner of your eye

A large family portrait, specifically a portrait with a tiny translucent baby, a baby moray eel

Jade’s left eye seem to twitch “Oh I didn’t realize you had this photo as a portrait mother” he turned over to her

Her lips effortlessly curled into a slight smirk “I recently had it done, I thought this picture would be perfect to fill this empty gap”. She glanced over to you “Besides, don’t my children look ahem charming?”

Charming was one way to put it. His yellow eye seem to bulge out compared to the other and his mouth was pulled into a large smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes

A very blood stained mouth

Minus baby Floyd, nobody else in the picture seems to notice that he was clearly chewing on something he wasn’t supposed to. The lower half of his face was littered with a darker color as he ate whatever he was eating, like a rapid animal

Any normal person probably would have run to the hills by now or in this case swim to the hills but since you were dating Jade Leech; vice housewarden of the most shadiest dorm. You started cooing at the photo

Despite his bizarre appearance, you thought he still looked adorable? you must have truly loved him no matter what he did or what he looked like. Jade smirked at his mother as you continue in your endeavors, not knowing that this was all a little test that she concocted

Meanwhile Grim was silently begging for this trip to be over, those tuna cans were not worth the price for the monstrous sight he had to see”

— ꒰ SILVER VANROUGE ꒱

Going on a picnic date with Silver was always a treat — his animal friends would give out extra berries and would help find the most perfect spot. Plus little cute cuddly animals surrounding Silver made him look as pretty as a flower in spring — maybe even prettier than flowers. Though it’ll probably be even better if a certain four legged roommate didn’t come along too

Which is why you were outraged when Silver’s animal friend; a deer, plucked out a unknown bald short man with a ridiculously large mustache holding a vintage camera in a nearby bush — clearly intending to take a picture of you two. Silver had to hold you down before you could personally beat up that weirdo

“My dear, please don’t worry this is Lil- I mean my father” Silver quickly explained — you had to do a double-take. You looked back and forth between the two

Luckily Grim took the rude words out of your mouth “BWAH! There’s no way that odd guy is related to Silver!” Grim shouted

The alleged father dust off the grass on his clothes “it’s true we don’t look alike but he is my son” he took out a photograph “Here I have some old baby pictures if you want to see”

That got your attention real fast and now your siting here having a picnic with Silver’s weird father, Grim, a couple of forest creatures and Silver himself, who was cringing each time his dad mysteriously brings out another picture from who knows where

“This was when he fell asleep while I was feeding him! Now thinking about it, he always falls asleep during snack time” ignoring the strange black smoking soup with steams of skulls in the foreground, baby Silver’s sleeping face looks just as cute as his regular self. His little patch of hair was messy like he just got up from bed — one tiny hand still reaching out for his father. You practically had hearts in your eyes

Older Silver licks his teeth “Shouldn’t we get back to school? It’s nearly sundown and we might get locked out”

his father jolted up “Oh fiddlesticks you’re right! We have to go back now” Grim put his paws on his hip “What do you mean we?”

Silver’s dad checked his imaginary watch “Oops would you look at the time! Stay in school kids” he winked and then jumped into the same bush he got caught in earlier — his bald cap flying off

Grim then turned to Silver “Hey Silver, why is your dad wearing a bald wig?” Silver sighed like a old man experiencing a divorce

— ꒰ BONUS ꒱

You’ve were strolling through your phone gallery while your boyfriend was spooning you from behind when you came across an old picture of Grim. You’ve started tearing up at how much he changed from compared to how you first saw him

Your boyfriend hearing you sniffing, was concerned until you shoved the phone to his face — almost blinding him with the brightness

“Didn’t he looked so adorable when he was a baby?” you dramatically cried into his arms “…. You met him 5 months ago ….” you cried even harder

“Hey henchman! Don’t go blasting my photos! My reputations as a great mage would be ruined!” Grim who was napping on the other side of the bed called out

· · ─── ꒰ • · ✦ · • ꒱ ─── · ·

While Deuce’s and Jade’s mother’s names has been revealed in their respective hometown event I didn’t want to necessarily use it as it felt more personal like I still wanted that gap between the reader and the relative, hence why Lilia also wasn’t named in this fic

Knowing that beastmen babies are more animal like probably means that mermen are in the same boat and oh my goodness would the Octavinelle trio look like such ugly creatures of horror because what do you mean eel babies are translucent???

In Jade’s dream in Book 7, Floyd mentioned that Jade was actually the more troublesome child between them; never listening to his parents so I doubt he would look good in a picture he wouldn’t want to take

Realistically Silver would have told reader about his adoption before going into a relationship but where’s the fun in that?

Aaaaaaaaaa Grim I love grim so much I love him I love him I love him, since I think of him as a son, I decided to add him too as a special treat

Originally I labeled this as F!Reader but I realized I didn’t use any gendered language so I just wrote as GN!Reader at the end

‧₊˚ ┊ Ruggie is lowkey side-eyeing you

‧₊˚ ┊ He just doesn't see the appeal of plushies and stuff, but he's not gonna judge you too hard for being all affectionate with his little lookalike (he is judging you a little bit tho lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ I mean, he's pretty flattered that you seem to taken with the little guy, but don't you think you're going a little overboard with the affection???

‧₊˚ ┊ Ruggie has watched you full on baby talk the little plushie — cooing and mumbling against its soft fabric form between kissing its cheeks and shit

‧₊˚ ┊ Again, he's side-eyeing you bc why in the world are you treating that thing like it's real lol

‧₊˚ ┊ Eventually, Ruggie does get tired of watching you dote on the plushie — especially once you start neglecting to give him the same amount of affection that you're giving it

‧₊˚ ┊ He could excuse you cuddling and kissing it, but he draws the line once you start bringing it to bed with you (he's not welcoming anyone or anything — plushies included — into your bed with him lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Ruggie is definitely annoyed, bc why tf is the damn plushie 'sleeping' — the damn thing doesn't even need rest, but that didn't stop you from tucking it in and giving it its own little pillow — right smack-dab in the middle of them bed when you should be cuddling with him?????

‧₊˚ ┊ Ruggie is not above being petty, so he's gonna do whatever it takes to steal your attention away from the plush-Ruggie

‧₊˚ ┊ How does he do that? Well, he hides it from you, of course

‧₊˚ ┊ He's not just outright get rid of the thing, so this is the best bet — out of sight, out of mind, right?

‧₊˚ ┊ He'll steal it from you and hide it somewhere in his room — that way he can carefully monitor the hiding spot and keep you from discovering the little guy

‧₊˚ ┊ Ruggie will pretend to be helpful whenever you panic about not being able to find it, but he's secretly laughing his ass off on the inside lol (no, I can't laugh now, I've gotta hold it in /ref)

‧₊˚ ┊ Unfortunately, Ruggie's luck does eventually run out, and you somehow manage to find his super secret hiding place

‧₊˚ ┊ "Ruggie. Would you care to tell me what this is doing here next to your money jar?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, I SWEAR!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Really? Because it looks like you lied to me and have been hiding little-Ruggie away this entire time."

‧₊˚ ┊ "… Okay, maybe it is what it looks like."

‧₊˚ ┊ "What did I my little guy do to deserve this, huh?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "First of all, I'm your little guy, not him. Second, I only hid him away because you were giving him more attention than me! If anything, you're the one at fault here, you did this to yourself."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Boy, I know you're not victim-blaming."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I'm not, because I'm the victim here!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Oh, woe is me. Cry me a river, Ruggie. You're seriously jealous of a plushie?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Of course I am! Have you seen the way you dote on that thing? You'd think that damn plushie were your boyfriend, and not me with the way you've been all over it."

‧₊˚ ┊ "If it bothered you, then you could when just talked to me, you big dummy."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Yeah, well, hindsight is 20/20."

‧₊˚ ┊ "If the plushie bothers you so much, then I'll stop being to affectionate with it. For the record, I was only all lovey-dovey with it because it's so cute — you know, like the big idiot he's modeled after."

‧₊˚ ┊ "As much as I appreciate the compliment, I'd rather you be affectionate with me unseated, thank you very much."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Noted. I'm gonna put little-Ruggie back where I found him, that way he can make up for stealing my from you by guarding your money jar."

‧₊˚ ┊ "How kind of him. Now, how about you get over here and give the real Ruggie some love?"

‧₊˚ ┊ Thankfully, Ruggie is now on much better terms with plushie-Ruggie — especially now that the little guy is watching over his cash

‧₊˚ ┊ Leona has no idea how or where you got a plushie of him, but he hates that little shit just about as much as he hates himself (the self loathing runs deep with this one)

‧₊˚ ┊ He has beef with that thing from the very moment he laid eyes on it

‧₊˚ ┊ Why? Well, because you're all over the damn thing and it pisses him off

‧₊˚ ┊ Of course, it's really fucking stupid for him to be jealous over a damn plushie, but that doesn't stop him from feeling the way he feels

‧₊˚ ┊ Now, Leona is gonna try his best to keep up his nonchalant dreadhead persona, acting like he's unbothered when he most definitely is on the verge of a crashout

‧₊˚ ┊ He wouldn't be so worked up if this was just about you being affectionate with the plush, the problem here is that you're choosing it over him

‧₊˚ ┊ Like, you even sleep with the thing in your arms instead of cuddling to Leona like you used to and now he can't get a wink of sleep without you curled up against him (he's definitely a lot more grumpy due to this lack is sleep lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Watching you kiss and squeeze and dote on the plush makes Leona irrationally angry like, borderline crashout angry

‧₊˚ ┊ He's very tempted to his turn the evil little thing into a pile of sand, but he's wary on doing so bc doesn't want hear you whine and complain about it (plus, he doesn't wanna risk any damage to his pride if you start teasing him about being jealous of the plush, which he most definitely isn't, by the way)

‧₊˚ ┊ Leona is actually really hurt by this like, he thought that he was finally someone's number one, but now you've gone and tossed him to the side for a stupid fucking plushie version of him

‧₊˚ ┊ All that anger and jealousy eventually gives away into a depressive spiral

‧₊˚ ┊ Was he not a good enough boyfriend to you? Is that why you choose a plushie version of him instead? Maybe you finally got tired of him and his bullshit? Or maybe he said or did something to drive you away and tiny fabric arms of plushie-Leona?

‧₊˚ ┊ Whatever the reason may be, it's eating away at Leona and bringing down everyone around him

‧₊˚ ┊ You, of course notice the change in Leona's demeanor — it's pretty hard not to —and decide to take it upon yourself to confront your poor boyfriend another what's bothering him

‧₊˚ ┊ "Go away."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Nuh-uh. I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Don't you have somethin' better to do? What don't you go back to that stupid plush of yours instead of botherin' me."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Oh my Seven, you're jealous."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Huh?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "You're jealous of the plushie, aren't you? That's what this is all about, isn't jt?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "I have no idea what you're talking about. Leave before I lose my patience."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Aw, c'mon. Don't be mad, you're my number one, okay? You know I love you, Leona."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Really? It definitely doesn't feel like it."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I'm sorry, sweetie. Let me make it up to you, yeah? What do you want? Some kisses? Cuddles? You name it and I'll do it."

‧₊˚ ┊ "All of the above. I want you to get rid of the plushie too. Better yet, give him to me and I'll get rid of him myself."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Consider it done. I'll be sad to see the little guy go, but I'd rather have you than him."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Hm, damn right. Now, c'mere. You got a lot of making it up to me to do, so you oughta start now."

‧₊˚ ┊ At the end of the day, Leona finally got what he so desperately wanted; you in his arms, and evil little plushie turned into a pile of sand :3

‧₊˚ ┊ Thankfully, he's pretty much back to normal after a nap and some kisses, which is definitely a big relief

‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, Idia. Poor, poor, Idia…

‧₊˚ ┊ Ngl, he was probably the one that made and gave you the Idia plushie, that way he could theoretically be by your side whenever you're not visiting him in his room

‧₊˚ ┊ It's a very sweet gesture, but it's one that ends up backfiring on him lol

‧₊˚ ┊ He thought it was really cute that you'd take little-Idia around with you during your day-to-day with classes and stuff, but shit when too far when you started getting far too clingy with the plush for his liking

‧₊˚ ┊ Like, you'd come over to spend time with him just to focus almost entirely on little-Idia instead :((

‧₊˚ ┊ You're kissing it and hugging it right in front of Idia like it's nothing too!! (How dare you kiss another man — plushie — in front of him?!?!!??)

‧₊˚ ┊ He even has to watch you hold the damn thing in your arms whenever you sleep over and he stays up gaming (THAT SHOULD BE ME, NOT HIM!! /ref)

‧₊˚ ┊ Betrayed by his own creation… it's almost poetic — well, it would be if it wasn't so infuriating lol

‧₊˚ ┊ He's another one that ever petty lol, but he's not gonna do too much about the problem irl

‧₊˚ ┊ What he will do it make a 3D model of the plush and torture the poor thing to make himself feel batter lol (like that stupid ass mobile game 'Kick the Buddy' iykyk lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Ortho is the only rational person — well, robot — here, so he's the one trying to figure out what's got his big brother so bent out of shape

‧₊˚ ┊ Idia, of course, rants and raves to poor Ortho about how you're being all affectionate with that stupid plush instead of him, but he can't talk to you about it bc 1) he doesn't like confrontation and 2) he's incredibly embarrassed by the fact that he's jealous of a stupid ass plushie

‧₊˚ ┊ Ortho ends up taking it upon himself to figure things out bc he hates seeing you and his brother fight (he's your biggest supporter btw, he's practically your little bro too lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Don't be too surprised when Ortho hunts you down to talk to you on Idia's behalf about all this

‧₊˚ ┊ Honestly, it's really cute, but you seriously can't believe that Idia is deadass jealous of the plush he literally created for you (the irony isn't lost on neither you nor Ortho lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Ortho is kind enough to fly you over to Ignihyde so you can talk to Idia yourself, and he even wishes you good luck as he drops you off outside Idia's door

‧₊˚ ┊ "So you're really jealous of a plushie?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT???"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Ortho told me, duh. You know he doesn't like seeing you upset."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Ohhhh, I can feel my charm stat decreasing as we speak."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Well, it wasn't that high to begin with, so you'll live."

‧₊˚ ┊ "HEY! DON'T BE MEAN! YOU'VE PUT ME THOUGH ENOUGH TURMOIL, YOU KNOW?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "First of all, don't yell at me."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Right, my bad, sorry."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Second, you have no reason to be jealous, Ids. Do you really think I'd choose a plushie over you?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "In my defense, it definitely felt like you did."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Well, that's my mistake. I'm sorry for making you feel neglected. In my defense, I was only being affectionate with the plushie because it's as cute as its creator."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Hehe, y-you think I'm cute?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Yeah, you're the cutest, Ids. Come get in bed with me and I'll list off everything I find cute about you."

‧₊˚ ┊ Thankfully, it doesn't take much to get Idia back on your good side — just don't be too affectionate with the plush in front of him lol

‧₊˚ ┊ Ortho is very pleased to hear that the two of you are back in good standing after talking things out (make sure you thank him for bringing this to your attention, others owes Idia would have quietly stewed in silence until he overblotted again lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Malleus does not appreciate you squandering your affections on this plush mimicry of him when the real one is ready and waiting to receive all your love

‧₊˚ ┊ Frankly, he finds it rather insulting!

‧₊˚ ┊ What can that plush give you that he can't? >:(

‧₊˚ ┊ You seem to enjoy kissing the little plush, but it can't be better than kissing Malleus himself, right??? The cursed thing doesn't even have lips!!!!

‧₊˚ ┊ Even worse, you like to sleep with the plush, holding it close to your chest throughout the night when the real Malleus — you know, you're living and breathing boyfriend and not the false fabric replication of him — is literally right there next to you

‧₊˚ ┊ Yes, it may be soft and cute, but isn't Malleus too??? You've called him adorable many times in the past, yet this plush version seems to have trumped him in that regard

‧₊˚ ┊ Malleus has half the mind to burn the damn thing to cinders, or reduce it to ash with a bolt of lightning, but he knows how attached you are to the plush and doesn't want to upset but destroying your little toy

‧₊˚ ┊ So, poor Malleus finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place

‧₊˚ ┊ On one hand, he'd love nothing more that to rid himself of this dreadful little pest, and on the other, he knows doing so would likely sadden you greatly

‧₊˚ ┊ So, unsure of what to do, Malleus chooses to sulk and pout until you take the hint

‧₊˚ ┊ Is it childish? Yes. Is it petty? Absolutely. Should he really be jealous over a plushie of himself? No, not really, yet here he is.

‧₊˚ ┊ It's gonna be up to you to soothe your grumpy dragon, which you should get to quickly since his little temper tantrum has the whole of Diasomnia experiencing gale force winds and a torrential downpour

‧₊˚ ┊ "You're really doing all this over a plushie, Mal?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "That accursed thing it no mere plushie, my love. That… evil little creature has stole away my greatest treasure from me and such a transgression is more than worthy of my ire."

‧₊˚ ┊ Ah, yes, you'd nearly forgotten how possessive dragons tend to be — how silly of you

‧₊˚ ┊ "The plushie didn't take me away from you, Mal. I'm right here you, aren't I? You're the one I love, not the plush."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Yet you lavished it with affection all the same, leaving the one you claim to love so much to watch on in despair. You're cruelty truly knows no bounds, Child of Man."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Oh, c'mon, Mal. It was just a plushie! I was only affectionate with it because it looks like you. If it makes you feel any better, I got rid of it, so you're competition is gone."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Truly? That foul creature will pester me no more?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Yep, he's gone for good."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Oh, what jubilation! My Child of Man is mine and mine alone once more! Here, let up make up for lost time, my beloved. I've been deprived of your love for far too long, so it's only fair that you allow me to have my fill of you to make up for your betrayal."

‧₊˚ ┊ Literally no one knows how you do it

‧₊˚ ┊ Maybe you're a masochist, or maybe your taste buds are all out of wack — either way, you somehow manage to eat Lilia's cooking (if you can even call it cooking)

‧₊˚ ┊ In fact, you actually like it… for some reason

‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek is both horrified and in awe of you, your stomach, and your tastebuds

‧₊˚ ┊ He's seen you pop open a lunchbox packed full of the slop Lilia calls food to the cafeteria like it's a five star meal (him and the other first years experience a trauma response every time you produce that dreaded lunchbox of yours)

‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek both fears and respects you — the former more so than the latter

‧₊˚ ┊ Silver has tried time and time again to get you to protect you from severe gastrointestinal damage to no avail

‧₊˚ ┊ The first time he saw you about to eat some of Lilia's cooking, he literally launched into action to slap your fork out of your hand before you could actually eat some (all that training to be a knight really came in clutch lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ He felt kinda bad when you told him you actually enjoy Lilia's food, but he knows all too well the dreadful consequences that come with eating anything his father cooks (he's spent far too many hours confined to a bathroom after consuming a duboius dish from Lilia and he wouldn't wish that kind of pain on anyone)

‧₊˚ ┊ He'll still try on occasion to get you to change up your deplorable diet, but he's yet to sway you away from induldging in the reprehensible rot that his father calls food

‧₊˚ ┊ Silver's glad that at least you like Lilia's food, but he's greatly concerned about how it might effect your health in the long run (he's encouraged you to seek out a doctor before things get too bad lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Malleus has plans to honor you with a royal medal of bravery for all the times you've eaten Lilia's food

‧₊˚ ┊ At first, he thought you were only eating Lilia's food out of courtesy or pity, but he was shocked to hear that you were eating it for your own enjoyment and satisfaction

‧₊˚ ┊ Truly, he has no idea how you enjoy something so absolutely abhorrent, but if that's what makes you happy, then who is he to stop you?

‧₊˚ ┊ Malleus will always watch you eat Lilia's food with keen interest 1) because he finds your reactions to the food so utterly fascinating and 2) because he still doesn't fully believe that you actually enjoy the food and that it's secretly all an act (he will die on the hill that this is all just some elaborate ruse on your behalf)

‧₊˚ ┊ Lilia is more than happy to cook as much food as your heart desires :)))

‧₊˚ ┊ No one ever eats his cooking so willingly, let alone enjoys it, so he's going to capitalize on this and keep you nice and well fed (it's his paternal instinct to take care of you lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Lilia will go out of his way to meal prep for you and pack you lunches to take to lunch when you find yourself craving his cooking over anything on the cafeteria's menu (you're fridge is stocked full of containers filled with nothing but that disgusting slop — he even writes little encouraging messages in sticky notes that he puts on the lids of the containers lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ He's oh so happy that you like his food and takes great pride and joy in cooking for you

‧₊˚ ┊ Lilia loves it when you join him in the kitchen — everyone else all but evacuates the dorm when he steps foot in there, so he's delighted to have your company when he's whipping up someothing special just for you (yall turn it into a whole boring moment — playing music and cracking jokes and shit)

‧₊˚ ┊ Lilia has even ventured into the world of baking so he can learn to make new, tasty treats just for you (somewhere on campus, Trey just felt a dreadful shiver run down his spine)

‧₊˚ ┊ He'll pop up randomly with a plate of the most atrocious looking snacks when you're studying to keep your brain nice and energized (he's truly the father of all time I love him sm)

You are an unexpected, albeit welcome, addition to Riddle's life.

Before you, Riddle never had time for love. In fact, he swore off relationships until after he finished his schooling. He figured his mother would find him someone nice to settle down with, and, as usual, he'd go along with her every command without batting an eye.

But then you came stumbling into Riddle's life, quite literally at that.

Now, here Riddle is, cuddled up in his bed reading a book with you. Most of your nights are spent like this: wrapped in fluffy blankets with the taste of tea and Trey's sweets on your tongue and the scratch of weathered old pages on your fingertips. It's perfect.

Riddle never wants this moment to end.

"I don't know how I ever lived life without you." The whispered confession comes between this quiet turning of pages. It's soft, hesitant, and terribly vulnerable — more vulnerable than Riddle cares to be, but you've softened his heart to such things.

"Hmm, I'm sure you would have figured things out without me, Riddle — you're a smart cookie. You probably never would have known I existed if I hadn't come stumbling out of that coffin at the entrance ceremony that day." Riddle hates the way you brush off your importance in his life, like you're nothing more than a mistake or a fluke and not the love of his life.

You both fall asleep like this; awkwardly pressed side to side with your half-finished book in your laps. The awkward crick in your necks is worth it in the morning, but your complaints are enough to get Riddle to give you a quick massage before you both get ready for the day.

Now, Riddle is a lovely boyfriend, but he struggles with being affectionate at times. Today, however, he's all over you. It's cute, really, and reminds you of the clingy hedgehogs Heartslabyul keeps. His touches and kisses linger — so much so that you both end up being late for your first class of the day. Oh well, that was worth the blemish on his otherwise squeaky clean record.

"Sooo, are you gonna explain why you're being so clingy today?" Your otherwise peaceful lunch in Heartslabyul's gardens flipped on its head the moment you asked that question.

Riddle's face flushes a shade of red that rivals that of the roses in the garden. He was really hoping that you wouldn't bring up his increased affections as of late, but it seems fate is keen to make a fool of him.

"I am not being clingy! I'm simply appreciating my lovely partner. Is that such a crime?"

"No, Riddle, it's not a crime. I was just curious, is all. I'm definitely not complaining about the extra attention, so keep being clingy if that's what makes you happy."

"I'm not clingy, I'm affectionate. There's a difference, my rose."

"It's all just semantics, sweetheart."

"Whatever. You're lucky I love you, otherwise I'd have your head for talking back to me."

"Yeah yeah, I love you too."

Deuce came to NRC for a new start, not to find love.

Making his mom proud was all Deuce was really concerned about, getting good grades and becoming an honor student to make up for all the stress he put her through during his younger years, but then you came along. He's grateful for you, even if love wasn't in his plans.

You're a good partner, better than Deuce could have ever hoped for. You help him study — which he greatly needs — keep him out of trouble, and cheer him on no matter what he does. Deuce wouldn't be where he is now without you, and that realization makes him love you even more.

"Take a break, Deucey, you're gonna cry your brain if you stare at that textbook any longer. Come cuddle, I wanna watch that show Cater told us about with you." Your suggestion beckons poor Deuce like a siren's call. He knows that he's not gonna get anywhere if he keeps slamming his head against this metaphorical brick wall, but giving up now feels like defeat in a way.

"C'mon, I know you're tired. There's no point in wearing yourself thin. We'll come back to this tomorrow after you get some well deserved rest." Deuce doesn't argue. He lets you bookmark his textbook and drag him to bed without any protest. You're always right about these things, so Deuce doesn't fight you when you curl into his side and pull up some trashy reality tv drama on your phone.

In an alternate reality, Deuce would never have gotten the chance to lay down and watch The Real Housewives of the Queendom of Roses with you. It's there, in the cramped Heartslabyul dorms, that he realizes just how important you are to him.

"Hey… I love you. I wouldn't be where I am today without you." Deuce doesn't even pretend to watch the show as he pulls you close. 

"Awwww, I love you too, Deuce! I'm sure you would have done fine without me. In fact, you wouldn't even know I exist if I hadn't ended up in Twisted Wonderland." For the second time tonight, Deuve is struck square in the face with yet another realization.

All this was never meant to be. You're not supposed to be here in Deuce's too-small bed cuddling. You're not even supposed to be in this world and the mere thought of not having you in his life is one that admittedly scares him.

After that, Deuce doesn't let you out of arms reach. He's quiet about it, but definitely more affectionate. You don't call him out on it, instead choosing to let things continue just to see how long it will last.

"Did you accidentally drink a love potion or something?" You bite back a chuckle at the bewildered look on Deuce's face.

"Uhh, no… why do you ask?" Poor Deuce is beyond confused by your question, and it shows on his face.

"Well, you've been kinda… clingy lately. It's kinda cute, but I'm not sure what brought it on."

"Oh, well, I-I just wanted to show you how much I love and appreciate you. If it's bothering you, I can stop!! I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable! Please forgive me."

"It's alright, silly. I'm not mad at you and I definitely don't want you to stop. I guess I have to step up my game if I'm gonna compete with all your affections!"

"This doesn't have to be a competition, you know?"

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?"

"Well, if that's what you want, then I won't hold back!"

"Well, may the best one win."

"You're on!"

Silver grew up on tales of knights and true love, but he was never naive enough to think he'd find that type of love in the real world. Then you came along and changed his mind.

You're perfect in Silver's eyes; everything his younger self used to dream about in a partner. You're kind and incredibly patient with his tendency to fall asleep at the worst times, and most importantly, his father likes you too.

"You're dozing off again, Silver. Here, come rest your head on my shoulder." He lets you gently pull him away from his training so he doesn't fall over right then and there.

"Thank you, dear. I really don't know what I'd do without you." The sleepy admission falls from Silver's lips between yawns. Sleep threatens to take him the moment his head hits your shoulder, but he fights to stay awake for just a few moments longer.

"Well, you wouldn't even know I existed if I never ended up here, but I appreciate the sentiment. For now, focus on getting some sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up."

Through his sleep-induced haze, Silver shifts closer to you. The thought of never meeting you infiltrates his tired mind and manifests in his dreams. Well, he'd consider them to be nightmares, but the terminology makes no difference to him.

Upon waking up, Silver is clingier than he's ever been. One would think he's your retainer, not Malleus', with the way he follows you around. It's cute, really, but it's also a bit distracting.

"Silver, I know you're currently possessed by a love demon, or something, but I really need to focus on getting this assignment done." You've been trying in vain for the last hour to get an assignment done, but Silver — your dear, sweet Silver, seems to have made it his personal mission to keep you from ever getting it done.

"'m not possessed." You can barely make out his sleep murmurs against the curve of your neck, especially when he presses kisses against the smooth skin between his words.

"Then why have you been so clingy lately?"

"Cuz I love you. 'm sorry for distracting you, I'll be good."

Ah, any of your previous annoyance — which wasn't a lot to begin with — melts away in an instant. He's really gonna be the death of you because of how cute he is.

"It's alright, sweetheart. The faster I get this done, the quicker we can get to bed, alight?"

"Alright. Love you."

Malleus Draconia does nothing halfway, and that includes falling in love.

The fairytales the prince read in his youth taught him to love deeply and ardently. To Malleus, love is a form of worship, and he is your most devout adherent. He's reverence of you honestly puts even the most dedicated worshipers to shame.

You were something miraculous, the type of once-in-a-lifetime romance that he used to wish on shooting stars for. It's something all-consuming, something he wants to last forever.

"I don't know how I ever lived without you, my love. Truly, my world was bathed in darkness before you came along and cast it out with your golden light. You're my everything, (y/n); my life, my love, and my future." You're not quite sure what brought this on, and to be honest, you're pretty stunned by the admission. 

You're no stranger to Malleus' poetic declarations of his love for you, but this carries something much deeper. 

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad without me, Mal. Besides, you didn't even know I existed until I ended up here, so you would have gotten on just fine without me — I'm sure of it." The jovial, almost nonchalant tone of your voice only serves to frustrate your poor boyfriend. Do you really think of your presence in his life so flippantly? Do you truly think so little of the impact you've had on his life?

To be honest, Malleus doesn't know how to respond. All of his pretty words die on his tongue as he tries to come up with some way to convey just how much you mean to him. Where words fail, actions succeed, so he acts instead.

Without a word, Malleus turns around to face you, taking the comb you'd previously been running through his hair and tossing it aside before draping his entire body over your form. You have to dodge getting poked in the face by his horns as he nuzzles into your neck like an oversized cat, but you readily welcome your dearest prince into your embrace.

You both fall asleep like that, with your hands in Malleus' hair and his ear pressed against your chest listening to your heartbeat. Even though he too possesses the same rhythmic beating in his ribs, yours is more akin to an enchanting melody. It's so human. So fragile and fleeting, and Malleus would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about cracking open your chest and reaching inside to just tenderly hold your heart in the palm of his hand.

He's reluctant to let you go come morning, but with some gentle coaxing, he lets go of you longer enough for you both to get ready for the day. When you part to go your separate ways, Malleus' whole mood flips on its head.

You, on the other hand, go about your day as usual. You pay no mind to the thunderstorms tearing the skies above NRC asunder, nor do you even get the slightest inkling that it might be a result of your boyfriends' sour mood.

By the time lunch comes around, the skies have cleared, and that's because Malleus can finally see you again. It's a bit embarrassing for you to eat your lunch while sitting in his lap surrounded by your gaggle of first year friends.

Sebek can't even eat his food as the sight of his great and powerful liege clinging to you like a leech. Epel and Jack are just straight up uncomfortable, while Ace keeps making jokes that Deuce fears will land them all on the receiving end of a lightning strike.

When it's time for you to leave again, Malleus does the u thinkable and just kidnaps you before you even have the chance to leave the cafeteria. You'd almost forgotten he can teleport all over the place like it's nothing.

"Mal! We both have class. What are you doing? I know you can do whatever you want because you're a prince and all, but Crowley will give me shit if I'm absent without any good reason!" Your words go in one ear and right out the other. Malleus only holds you tighter against him, practically purring as he traces the curve of your neck with the tip of his nose.

It's no use, you're trapped here in the loving arms of your boyfriend whether you like it or not. There are certainly worse places to be stuck, so you can't really complain. As irritated as you want to pretend to be, you're actually glad you got to skip out on today's alchemy lesson — last time you were stuck with Ace as your lab partner, and you ended up smelling like moldy socks for a week after he fucked up a potion that blew up in your face.

"What's up with you today, Mal? You're all clingy and pouty today, what's up?"

Again, his arms tighten around your waist, desperately attempting to pull you closer against him, to no avail. 

"I simply wish to be close to you, my beloved. You mean so much to me, more than words can describe, so instead I'll show you though my affections."

There's a moment of silence before a small huff of laughter — soft and shaky — escapes your lips, the sound curling into the quiet space like smoke from a dying candle. You should have known he was just in one of his moods. Your poor dragon always gets clingy when he goes through some difficult emotions, and right now he seems to be grappling with just how much he loves you. How cute.

"Well, I'd say you're doing a good job in that regard, sweetie. I love you too; just as much as you love me, okay?" Carefully, you turn in Malleus' lap to face him, your hands rising to tenderly cup his cheeks between your palms. His eyes go wide when they meet yours, astonished by the pure love and affection in your irises.

Malleus lets you lean in and press a flurry of butterfly kisses across every inch of his face. Something inside him cracks — just a little — like frost splitting on a windowpane in the first warmth of spring. The silence is punctuated by the soft smack of your lips against Malleus' skin and his increasingly heavy breathing.

It’s Malleus who laughs this time — a bright, breathless sound that echoes through the quiet room like sunlight cracking through storm clouds. He falls back onto the bed, pulling you with him as your laughter leaves your lips to dance in the air with his. 

The thunderstorms are long gone, and now the sun shines high and even a rainbow can be seen in the distance. Just like that, you light up Malleus' life again, wrapping him in a warmth and light that he's only felt with you. 

"I love you, (y/n). More than anything in this world, more than life itself." He states it as though it's a fact of nature — like gravity or death. If there's one thing he's sure of with 100% certainty, it's his everlasting love for you.

"I know, Malleus. I love you too, forever and always. I promise."

This man is a closeted freak. While he may seem like an innocent bundle of joy, there’s so much more to him.

To start, he wants to try every single position that you allow him to. Kalim’s main goal is to always give you both pleasure, but that doesn’t mean he is against shaking it up every time.

Definitely the type to try every single kink once. If you don’t like it, you guys don’t have to do it, but Kalim is open to trying anything.

Kalim has no concept of condoms. He likes the feeling of your walls clenching around him without a condom, so why would he ever suggest putting one on? Therefore, if you are truly worried about it, you’ll have to always remember.

Since you two are constantly together, make outs turn into something more often. Imagine a puppy that’s just so happy to see you that he humps you like crazy, that’s Kalim. The second you two are in private, Kalim is pressing his lips to yours and slipping a hand down your pants.

I sincerely hope you want a big family. One of the main reasons Kalim doesn’t like wearing condoms is because he wants you pregnant with his kid. Actually, correct that, kids plural. This man has a breeding kink to the max.

This may be a little oc, but I personally think Kalim would want you, him, and Jamil to have a threesome. While we all know how Jamil would feel about this due to his feelings about Kalim, but Kalim seems like he would want to try at least once.

Kalim definitely gives off switch vibes. I think he would lean submissive, but once again, as long as you both are getting pleasure he’s chill.

One of the things Kalim loves most about your relationship is that he gets to spoil you rotten! He definitely buys you the most luxurious lingerie and dolls you up all pretty just to rip it all off you and fuck you while groaning about how pretty and his you looked.

He’s pretty good at aftercare. While he doesn’t have the most experience, he will get you whatever you need afterwards. Kalim deeply cares about you so he would start to pick up on what you liked afterwards and do it on his own instead of being asked.

Just to warn you… Kalim is loud. Like very loud. Jamil has definitely banged on the door and told you both to go to bed. Kalim just wants you to know how good you make him feel, so he hopes you’re loud as well to show how he makes you feel 💛

************************************************** Anon this actually made me jump for joy! Thank you for the request love, I enjoyed it so so so much!

It’s safe to say that the way he does relationships is still bound into his rather monochrome belief of following the rules. That’s why when the two of you just started dating, he seemed rather stiff and awkward. Was he doing this right? Was this wrong? What is he supposed to do? Can he hold your hand?

Ah, if only there was a rulebook on romance.

Riddle has everything about you memorized—from the top of your head and to the bottom of your feet. He knows what kind of tea you like or not like, he knows your favorite spots in the academia when you decide to skip class, he knows what subjects you are weak and what study methods work best for you (which is to not study at all, but of course, he wouldn’t have that). He remembers everything that there is to remember about you and sometimes, it makes you feel bad that he puts this much efforts for you while it feels like you’re just there.

“If you truly do feel bad, how about you put in more effort into your education? Here, I have constructed a detailed—” ; “Ah, stop, stop!”

You try too, even if it looks like it doesn’t go on a same level as his. After all, people have different ways of showing their affection towards another and Riddle understands that very well. Where he is attentive to your needs and wants, you make sure to do the same—looking after him, ensuring that he doesn’t overwork himself to the bone, rewarding him with strawberry tarts, pulling him into breaks when you’ve noticed that he’s been studying too much, accompanying him as he does his own thing, and catching troublemakers for him.

He wasn’t particularly the clingy and affectionate type of person, but he appreciates your constant presence. Riddle, really, there is no need for some kind of reasoning just to justify someone staying by your side. You just love him, that’s all, and that’s enough reason to be.

He falls asleep easily around you, too, oftentimes with his head on your shoulder. That’s how much he feels relaxed around you.

Your primary love language is quality time and words of affirmation, particularly on Riddle’s. He’s got that incredible ability of drilling words into your head out of his worry for you and though from another’s perspective, it’s just another mile-long harsh scolding, you know that’s not the case. There are too many occasions wherein you are just beaming a grin at him while he nags you and then he falters in his tone, sighing, as a pretty shade of a blush dusts his cheeks. He just gets flustered easily.

Sure, you can tease him, sure, you can poke fun at him, and sure, you can also shower him with affection, sure, you can bother him anytime you want, and sure, you can play around with his rules. You’ve found that Riddle lets you get away with the things you’re doing, especially when it’s directed to him. Was he perhaps being slanted? Maybe. He likes to say that it’s because he’s going easy on everyone, when in fact, it’s just you.

You do have to be scared for your life when exam results come out, however. Riddle may not force you into the same routine and workload that he does, but he makes sure to be strict enough that you won’t slack off your studies—just enough to get you to that passing mark. You can fool around later when the exams are over, but for now? You have to listen to him.

It’s the truth and only the truth when one would say that the couple of you and Riddle is the most loved and cherished in the Heartslabyul Dorm, or even the whole Night Raven College.

ACE TRAPPOLA

ragebaiter x ragebaited

Ace Trappola had too much cards to play when it comes to annoying the hell out of you.

It’s as if he’s an expert of it as if the very moment he was taken out the womb of his mother, he was already equipped with the right skills and the knowledge it takes to hit your nerve with full accuracy of the world’s best sniper. He’s got the body of a teenage boy and the immature mentality of one too.

It’s amazing how you even managed to deal with him for so long that people always assume that you are simply so benevolent and kind, or maybe you’re dense as stone. They’re wrong. Patience is a trait that has been cultivated within you, not something you were born with. Even if you were born with it, it’s never going to be enough. You must embark on the path of cultivation to reach the highest peaks of forbearance.

Ah, you just can’t begin with the type of stuff your boyfriend does when you’re already overstimulated or irritated.

But Ace knows the limit of his teasing, the line that you put that indicates your boundaries and uses it as a jumping rope. No, just kidding. Despite his immaturity, he still knows when to stop and makes sure to give you something that will make you smile after whatever antics he have pulled.

An apology, wooing you as you sulked and ignored him, then suddenly, he pulls out something that he knows you’ve been craving or wanting to get. Ask him of where he got it and he would never say it; after all, magicians never reveal their secrets.

Beyond that, Ace is surprisingly a good lover. Listen, he’s ashamed of his past and how avoidant he can actually be, and how stupid he is when it comes to relationships, but he’s working on it, okay? He’s ashamed of his past and he only wants the best for you and the best is obviously him.

He remembers all off the important dates—birthday, anniversaries, monthsaries—, and though he doesn’t fuss over it, he ensures that it will still be something special and remarkable. Although he does get shy when you point out his efforts like the bouquet he had meticulously prepared for the day or the dinner date he has planned. He takes incredible care of you and makes sure that you’re in no harm even if he does gets into fights often, making an enemy out of a few people. If people dare to use you as his weakness, just know that they’re never seeing the light of the day.

He knows you can take care of yourself. Bonus points if you’re an independent, do-it-on-your-own type of person, who doesn’t trust others easily. He’s the type of person who would swat your hand away if you try to take more workload and would drag you out of your seat when you’ve been paying too much attention on your books and not him. He’s so… clingy. Physical affection is definitely on the top of his love language—he’s always holding your hand, always putting his arm around you, always peppering you with kisses, always ruffling your hair, and anyone who dares say anything is just envious about what you both have. Bleh.

He’ll always stick to your side, especially during breaks; he would sigh and mumble to himself how he wants to see you already when you have separate classes; he would always look for you while it’s obvious that you wouldn’t be there in that place, then would complain on why you aren’t here. It all boils down to this statement: everyone who knows Ace knows you.

But hey, you signed up for this. You chose him, no backing out now.

DEUCE SPADE

former delinquent turned over a new leaf x honor student

Before the two of you got together, Deuce would constantly pester you about questions, would constantly try to sit beside you during class, would constantly ask you to help him with his studies, begging and even bribing you. After all, you were an honor student, ranking among those at the top of their studies, and he was classmates with you. He was going to take advantage of that to make his mama proud but also, hello, he wants your attention. It’s just as simple as that.

Pestering, because that’s the only way he knows how to get yours without seeming like he’s wasting your time. Asking, because you’re on a different league and he was right there at the bottom with scraps, and this was the only way he knows to get close to you. Attention, because he likes you a lot but doesn’t know how to show it properly without looking like a wuss. There are nights he would stay awake and recount his memories with you earlier that day, worrying that what if he was acting like a bully? What if he was scary and not polite? What if he was showing his delinquent side? What if you were just scared of him that’s why you comply so easily? Everything was just amplified in his mind and it wasn’t helping him at all.

You only got him to confess when you confronted him and told him about how he should take ‘responsibility’ for making you fall for him. It was a jest, really. He took that way too seriously, however, and you’re unsure if it’s a good thing or not.

He goes above and beyond, always exceeding your expectations. He even has it all listed in the notes app of his phone: the things you like and dislike, your favorite food, your favorite color, everything that he would learn about you.

“Deuce, you know I was only joking when I told you to take responsibility.” ; “Are you asking to break up?” He would reply, immediate tears to his eyes, and you can only sigh and reassure him it’s not that.

Deuce tries to be very very careful in not showing his delinquent side of him. We’ve all seen him revert back to that attitude when the situation calls for it, but around you, he desperately hides it, worried that you’ll hate him. He’s a massive overthinker and sometimes, a paranoid, and sometimes, exaggerates things to a new level that you never thought was possible.

However, such fragile secrets are not meant to last, seeping through the cracks until the vase eventually breaks. By misfortune, you just walked in right when he was giving someone the talk along with Ace Trapolla who seems to be his buddy when it comes to making trouble. The fear on his face is immediate and palpable, rushing to you and desperately explaining himself in a rush that his words mingle together and you’re not understanding anything.

He only stopped his rambling when you laughed, a sweet sound he always love to hear and all his panic is replaced with confusion.

“Deuce, what are you saying? I’ve known the whole time.” ; “What?” ; “Yeah.” ; “And you still like me?” He just couldn’t believe it. He’s done terrible things in the past and might have hurt people in the process, how could you like him while still being aware of these things?

“How could I not?” It was so simple, but so devastating at the same time. Relief washed over him, except it’s in the form of a tsunami and he’s being swept away by the depths off your affection. Church bells are already ringing inside his head and he has already talked about you to his mother who is also equally excited as him.

Oh, but you don’t appreciate him hiding things from you, so from then on, he’ll tell you every single thing about himself, and again, you don’t know if it’s a good thing or not.

CATER DIAMOND

influencer / popular guy on magicam x chronically online

Nobody’s getting a proper conversation out of you both. It’s an endless stream of internet slang, pop culture references, and magicam terms in which the both of you giggle with together.

Everything that he knows about others, he tells you. He’s basically a gossip-magnet and you’re there as his collateral, so if someone is unsuccessful with getting information from him, then they will always come to you next. Cater, however, already knows their next move, so when these people would find you, they would also see your beautiful boyfriend lingering behind you with a smile on his face.

You have lots of inside jokes with him and it’s only the two of you who will understand it. Ace and Deuce would often witness you and him dying of laughter just saying out words that doesn’t even make sense. It’s like you entertain each other on a daily and everyone around you are just your viewers—this becomes so obvious whenever he goes on live on his account and you’re also there with him.

“User xX_CrowleyHater_Xx says, ‘you guys are so cute together, you definitely should get married. You guys have a bright future together, I can’t wait to see more of you! Sending loves, hugs, and peace!’ Aww, that is so cute. Thank you for your kind words.” The actual comment is: It’s you two again, ugh.

Though you did once mention the lovely housewarden of Heartslabyul and doing a challenge where you do something and see if it breaks a rule (foolish, I know), and the next day, you’re in trouble with him. Whether you’re from another dorm or is in the same one as him, you also got the taste of Riddle’s signature spell. Never again.

Everyone may think that they know there is to know about you and him, when in truth, all they are aware of is the extent of adoration you have for each other. Cater have long mastered how to reveal everything and nothing at the same time. Also, he doesn't like it when it warrants unwanted attention on you. It makes him #jealous (one time, someone left a creepy comment and he had it reported, and the user blocked).

Cater documents everything, but his favorite collection isn't on Magicam. He takes lots of photos of you; candid shots, sleeping, eating, and anything. His lockscreen wallpaper even cycles on a daily, reasoning that he likes the surprise of seeing a different one each day. You know about this because you caught him once, and instead of being embarrassed, he just shrugged, "What? You're my favorite content." But you also know why he keeps them and doesn’t demand further explanation. So you've started your own archive too—screenshots of his ridiculous texts, voice memos of his laugh, photos of him when he doesn't know you're watching. Occasionally, you'll send him one of those saved moments with no context, simply saying: "I was thinking of you."

Beyond that, you're aware of Cater's struggles even if he never sat you down and gave you some tearful confession. You just pay attention. You notice the way his smile tightens just a fraction when someone says something that hits too close to home, the way his eyes flicker to the exit during group hangouts, the way he spams stories in an hour when he's feeling particularly lonely because the notifications are a temporary bandage.

You never push, never pry, never force him to be vulnerable. Instead, you learn his language: the shorthand of half-finished texts, the emojis that mean different things depending on the time of day, the specific way he says "lol", and you meet him there. You try to cheer him up, distract him; you send him a video of you trying to cook something disastrously, or you show up at his door with snacks and zero expectations, or you simply sit beside him in comfortable silence, knowing that sometimes he just needs someone to witness him without demanding he perform.

You've become his safe harbor, the one person who doesn't need him to be entertaining, who doesn't need a photo op or a clever caption, who loves the quiet, unfiltered version of Cater Diamond that exists in the spaces of his quietude, and he’s grateful to have you by his side.

TREY CLOVER

childhood friends to lovers + you can’t cook

Ever since you were kids, you’ve always stuck together with Trey. Not just because you guys were neighbors or that your parents were friends with each other or that the two of you were playmates, but also because he would look after you on days that you have no one. He was there when your parents couldn’t take care of you while you were sick, he was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on, and he was there when it felt like you had no one in the world but him.

Naturally, the two of you would grow close, closer than everyone else, and of course, such feelings would bloom. From the very start, the two of you are meant to be together—the stars worked hand-in-hand for this fated meeting, or what you would like to say. After all, there had been too many coincidences: the way your families just happened to live next door, the way you both ended up at Night Raven College despite coming from completely different backgrounds, the way he always seemed to have exactly what you needed before you even knew you needed it. It's like the universe kept nudging you two together, weaving your paths so intricately that separating them now would be impossible.

You love telling the story of how the both of you got together. It was the classic date that you thought was too friendly until he brought out the flowers then took you to this secluded spot where the scenery stole your breath alone. Fireflies gently lit up the dim place, highlighting the softness of his features, as he told you of his long-time yearning and affection that transcended the bounds of friendship alone. You were the first one he had ever liked and you will be the only one, a puppy love that was never puppy love at all.

And then, he brought out a cake for the two of you to eat together—your favorite flavor—and you made the mistake of asking him how he knew you were going to say yes.

"You weren’t exactly hiding it.” Cheeky bastard. He was also obvious, you know, he was just waiting for the right chance to bite.

On the matter of your relationship, it feels as if nothing have changed between the two of you. It’s always been the same; you-and-him, you-and-him, you-and-him. The constant you and Trey, childhood friends, schoolmates, and lovers. He just became more attentive towards you and his reasons for always seeking you have become more valid now that you’re also his significant other—back then, it was hard to hide behind the excuses when the two of you were just merely labeled as ‘childhood friends’. After all, what reason can he come up with wanting to see you every minute without him sounding like some dependent, inseparable leech?

Anyways, there’s also the thing of you and him in the kitchen. No, not a rumor or some gossip, but how he’s versed in cooking and baking, and you’re not.

“Trey, you know I can’t cook.” You would say, your tone dejected. If you had ears, they would obviously be drooping low. Trey, however, only laughs softly as he holds your hand in his. “I know, it’s not as if we didn’t grew up together and I wasn’t a witness of your culinary mishaps.” That was true.

“But you won’t make fun of me?” And he would answer: “Why should I? In fact, I’m relieved. I have more reasons to take care of you.”

While everyone tries to keep you out of kitchen in fear of a disaster waiting to happen, Trey would actually encourage you and even teach you. He would even eat whatever you make no matter how suspicious and weird it looks, noting of how it still tastes good because you made it with your whole heart. Cheesy, you would remark as you roll your eyes but you appreciate it, truly. That was the difference between him and the others—he was never one to deny you or stop you from doing what you want.

That’s the best way to summarize your relationship: you were each other’s pillar of support. And you aren’t aware of it, but you’ve also become his guiding light, a warm presence, and a gentle hand to hold.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

opposites attract, except he’s scared of you

Leona is arrogant and rough, whereas, you’re known as the kindest and sweetest person ever to be paired with the arrogant man. It’s a wonder to everybody why and how the both of you even got together; theories would even come up consisting of how maybe he had threatened you, maybe this was a fake relationship or a bet, or maybe this was the old arranged marriage trope, or whatever ridiculous claim they could come up. After all, one should never underestimate how creative the minds the NRC students are.

Some may even feel pity; why him? I wonder how much [Name] has to go through just to please him. It must be rough having the Leona Kingscholar as your partner. I’m sure he’ll get bored of them quickly.

However, such comments would be shut down quickly as soon as Leona heard of it, ensuring that it doesn't reach your ears.

What they don’t see or even see but refuse to believe is how sweet Leona actually is. He cares for you truly despite how sharp his tongue can be—concerned masked in the only language he knows to speak—, he adores you through his actions and gifts, and he cherishes you even if he doesn’t admit such feelings. He’ll try to be gentle but such gentleness will only met with your reassurance that he doesn’t have to change himself just to make you happy.

After all, you know he loves you and he appreciates that. Still, he tries, not because he has something to prove but because he believes that you deserve the whole world, so he’ll make it roll underneath your feet and give you everything you will ever want and more. He may not be able to give you the glory of a queen, but you will find such titles useless when it comes to his affections.

He’s incredibly possessive and can be bitter at times though, that I can say.

Though most of all, what they definitely don’t see is how Leona is, in fact, scared of you. Not scared scared but a respectful kind of scared and the type of scared that only comes when one doesn’t know what else you are capable of. Only Ruggie is aware of this fact and would use it to his advantage—he would always call for you like you are some kind of superhero back-up when Leona is skipping class, doesn’t want to get up his bed, or when he’s just being unpleasant (and by unpleasant, he means when he’s being treated as his personal maid too much).

“You see, if you keep on acting like this, I’m going to call [Name].” Ruggie would remark casually and it appears he is jolted awake. The hyena would only laugh at himself, blatantly using your name as a shield to make things easier for him and to even get back to his housewarden.

“Leona.” A simple call of his name and he behaves, clicking his tongue and glaring not at you, but to everyone else in the room. He can never get mad at you, never.

There’s just a certain kind of fear that comes when the love of your life is the kindest person you will ever meet, who wouldn't hurt a fly, and is also the calmest person. Yes, he wouldn’t dare mess with you and incur your wrath.

It's not that he's weak—he'd tear apart anyone who threatened you without a second thought. It's that you're the one person whose good opinion he actually needs, and the idea of being the reason your light dims even a little? That's the one battle Leona Kingscholar refuses to lose. Thus he pretends to roll his eyes at your nagging, pretends your concern is annoying, but everyone in Savanaclaw knows: if you're upset with him, the King of Beasts becomes a very, very well-behaved lion.

Remember the theories? Yeah, the most popular and believable one is that you actually were the one doing the threatening.

JACK HOWL

savanaclaw bf x pomefiore significant other

A cute edition of Beauty and the Beast.

Just imagine an all-smiley person walking down the hallway and then imagine a menacing shadow of a man lurking behind them. Yep, that’s you and him—if you weren't already intimidating, then you definitely will be with him right beside you.

He’s rather overbearing and protective. He may not get jealous easily, but he sure as hell does get worried for you easily, and you would be lying if you said that you didn’t like it. Jack pampers you a lot and spoils you, not in gifts but through his actions. He’s big on acts of service, taking away the burden that lies on your shoulders, so that your today is better than yesterday. It’s not that he doesn’t want you to lift a finger or to take on an easy path by making others do it—that goes against his principles of self-betterment—it’s just that he believes the weight you carry is his to help bear.

He doesn’t believe that you’re incapable, in fact, he respects you so much of your capabilities. He just sees your struggles as real and valid. He won't fight your battles for you—that would rob you of growth—but he'll stand right beside you, offering his strength, his patience, and his steady presence to make the climb less steep. To Jack, love wasn’t to give you an easy path; it's about walking the hard one with you, step by step, until you're both stronger for it.

Your peace matters to him just as much as his own integrity and principle does. Whenever you’re stressed out, he’s also stressed out; when you’re happy, he’s also happy; when you’re sad, well, he doesn’t know what to do. He may stumble and fail, but that doesn’t mean he’ll leave you at that state. He’ll bring you somewhere that he thinks will take your mind off such heavy things, he’ll treat you to something sweet, heck, he’ll do anything.

He’s incredibly patient towards you and would give in to your whims, even if he is reluctant at first. Just this once, he would say. He’d rather you do it with him rather than with anyone else—despite the fact that it’s just you wanting to try on your new make-up and skincare products that you got. He’s your willing model and audience to your fashion shows, swooning at the sight of you even if you’re just wearing rags and trash bags. He’s incredibly supportive and offers honest opinions, which helps you a lot, especially when you’re indecisive. He doesn’t mind if what you’re wearing can be a little short or revealing, he can fight, so don’t worry about it.

You can easily tell Jack’s feelings and emotions just from the drooping of his ears and the movement of his tail. It’s endearing, really, how tough he may appear on the surface but how easy it is to read him once you start noticing the small details. He’s nonchalant, they say, he’s tough, they say, he’s stoic, they say. Well, not to you and that is a privilege you would love to show off to others.

Oh, but if anyone dares to mess with him, just know that they’re also messing with you.

As what was written, it’s a cute edition of Beauty and the Beast, except each role applies to the both of you. You’re the beast to his beauty, just as you’re the beauty to his beast—people just fail to realize that and think that you’re all sunshine and rainbows. They always overlook the things on the inside just because the outside is pleasant and fragile—it’s always in the tension of the in-between, the differences of what one sees and what is truly felt. They don’t see the beauty of the inside of your heart, simply because the outside is enough and it irritates you how much they downplay your entire existence into a single word. Beauty, beauty, beauty.

Heels can hurt too, you know.

RUGGIE BUCCHI

partners in crime

If they think Ruggie is already a headache, just wait until you come into the picture, because now it’s a full blown migraine.

It’s a 2 for 1 deal, a buy-1-take-2, a package one should never want to have no matter how tempting. They say two brains work better than one, but the thing about you both is that your brains are so similar to each other it just counts as one. If you were a goody two-shoes from the start of your relationship, you’ll slowly start to sound like him or act like him, and it scares everyone. It doesn’t even matter if you came from a wealthy background, you’ll learn of his ways soon enough.

Wherever he is, you are also there, and vice versa. It’s as if seeing either you or him on your own is an odd sight (even if you’re from different dorms). Where’s [Name]? Where’s Ruggie? Nobody ever asks how is [Name]? Or how is Ruggie? Sad face, sad face.

He nabs something from the pocket of an unsuspecting student and he shows it you with a look of pride. Be it snacks, trinkets, or even secrets, the two of you share it with each other. He’ll even teach you how to be quick with your hands and it’s up to you if you are to follow his example or not. Nothing and I say nothing will ever get through the sheer trust you held for one another.

By extension, too, you also get dragged into Leona’s bread request during bakery day, battling with the others to get that deluxe grilled cheese and returning to him with messed-up uniforms and a tired look on your faces. Ruggie will fix your hair and you’ll fix the wrinkle on his clothes, and Leona is just there, watching with disgust.

Your favorite pastime activity involves being haters towards stuck-up and out-of-touch rich kids. Yeah, gossip, gossip, gossip. The two of you have become infamous for it; they say if one sees you and Ruggie together, whispering to each other and snickering, chances are, you already are talking about someone in the room.

It’s not obvious to anyone else that the two of you are dating. Maybe it’s because you aren’t openly affectionate to each other like other couples are; it’s always been something that you show behind closed doors. However, it’s also not really a wow factor when you would declare the actual nature of your relationship—it makes sense, they just never thought of it. It’s common to get an, “oh, okay,” than a “wow, I never knew!” reaction.

Ruggie, as obvious as it is, is not really one for gift giving and even gift receiving. I don’t think he’s fond to receiving expensive stuff, too, because it would just show the disparity the two of you might have and would also put some pressure on him to give something of the same value back. Sure, he appreciates it, but really, he wouldn’t know what to do with it.

By that same reason, he has his own way of showing that he cares, as shrewd and self-serving he can be. You have to drop those textbook expectations of romance and see that those are not the only ways because Ruggie's love language is not written in the center of grand gestures.

He'll slip an extra portion of his hard-won cafeteria haul onto your tray, muttering something about how you "look like you haven't eaten properly in days.” He'll remember the exact snack you mentioned liking once, months ago, and suddenly it appears in your hands. He'll teach you his tricks with the reason that he never wants you to feel as helpless as he once did—if the world ever turns its back on you, he needs to know you can fend for yourself too. When you're having a rough day, he won't offer empty platitudes; instead, he'll drag you to some overlooked corner of campus, share whatever meager treat he's scrounged up, and sit with you. Although he'll complain loudly about having to share his spoils, the complaint itself is the cover for the care he's too guarded to say outright.

When you catch him in those small moments—when he thinks you're asleep and he gently adjusts the blanket over you, or when he absentmindedly saves the last bite of something for you—you realize that Ruggie Bucchi doesn't love in diamonds and declarations. He loves in the quiet assurance that you'll never be alone, never be left behind, and that, more than any expensive gift, is worth everything.

me after going off vibes when i was writing this